g*ns Blazin (2024)

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- Sheriff, men, we have a

solemn duty to lay upon you.

Marshal Dyer, Marshal (indistinct)

and I have been tasked by

the United States government

to apprehend the McCarran g*ng.

- [Unknown Speaker] Also

known as the Cousins g*ng.

- And formerly known as the Brothers g*ng.

Now the cousins are Mick and Ned McCarran.

They currently lead the

g*ng, though we're not sure

which one's top dog.

Ned had a little brother named Shamus.

- [Unknown Speaker] Who I'm

sure you're aware was shot dead

in Pete's Saloon just a few nights ago.

- I'm well aware.

I detained the party that

was responsible for that.

Curious German fella.

Bit of a dandy.

Ended up letting him go though.

There were bounties out on Shamus

and the other man he k*lled.

Refused to take the reward.

- That's very strange.

- Where is he now?

- Said they were headed out toward Uvalde.

- Said he had some business

with Patton Garrett.

- The Patton Garrett?

- Yes sir.

The same man who shot Billy the Kid.

- I'm not sure how Billy the

kid ties into McCarran's,

but the two brothers who

founded the g*ng are Liam

and Killian McCarran, a couple

Irish b*stards who fought

for the Confederates.

Liam was the g*n smuggler

off the Gulf Coast,

but after the Battle of Mobil

Bay, he met with his brother,

Killian, and they did

some revenge raids up

in Mississippi.

Then turned bandit, and

been b*stards ever since.

- Sheriff, you know this g*ng?

- By reputation mostly.

Heard they've been up to some bad business

up and down the valley,

but they've steered clear

of my jurisdiction so far.

- Yeah, well my jurisdiction

runs clear to the Rio Grande,

and they've stained it long enough.

I'm authorized to hire you

men on as federal deputies,

and pay you a posse fee of $150 apiece

when we bring 'em in.

- Dead or alive?

- Dead or alive.

Fortunately, Marshal Dyer

here has got a lead on 'em.

- We recently acquired a

source in the McCarran g*ng,

and he tells us they're riding

to Killian McCarran's hideout.

They left at first light this morning.

- The hideout is along

San Pedro Creek, just east

of Devil's River on the

outskirts of Del Rio.

- Out in Val Verde County?

That's a hard ride.

Especially when you're chasing men who've

had a full day head start on you.

- We won't be riding.

We will take the train to Del Rio,

and we have arranged for

fresh (indistinct) in town.

- Now if you gentlemen are

ready, I'll swear you in.

I, state your name, do solemnly

swear to uphold the laws

of the United States and

all of its territories.

- I, John Codwell, do solemn

swear to uphold the laws

of the United States, and

all of its territories.

- Deputy.

- I, Peter Jameson.

- [Leader] Do solemnly swear.

- Do solemnly swear.

- [Leader] To uphold the

laws of the United States.

- To uphold the laws of United

States and its territories.

- Swear to do my duty with

courage and dedication.

- To conduct myself at all

times in the spirit of justice.

- And if they don't come peacefully,

I swear to god, I'll sh**t

every last son of a b*tch.

Sorry, lord.

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- Reckon this is where he's hiding?

- Yeah, that looks like Paul's style.

- Oh sh*t.

- There's someone over there.

- [Ned] Pinkertons?

- Damn, Ned. (chuckling)

No, that's just Wes and Schwartzy.

Not the Pinkerton's.

- Thank god.

All right, they're gonna hold there.

- What are they trying to tell us?

- Ah, who knows?

This g*ng's big on the the hand signs.

They do a little of this,

they'll do a little that,

and they seem happy.

- I don't like it.

I reckon they're gonna get us k*lled.

- Oh, they certainly will.

We're just gonna ride

out before that happens.

- I'm thirsty.

Let's go get a drink from the crick.

- Oh, you're not gonna drink

creek water again, are you?

- That's all we got.

- Oh.

Should've worn your brown pants.

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- That's San Pedro Creek down there.

Must be getting close.

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- Marshal (Indistinct), you're with me.

Rest of you, stay here.

We won't be long.

- You've been the rank and law here.

Why has he been running

things since Del Rio?

- That man rode with

a ranger for 20 years.

That's good enough for me.

What about you?

Let's gear up.

(p*stol clicking)

- Alright, let's go

find the little b*stard.

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- [John] Those our boys down there?

- They sure enough are.

If this is Cillian's

place, we can bag us three

for the price of one.

Looks like they got a couple

more down at the creek.

(indistinct chanting)

- Let's tell the others.

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Two McCarran boys ducked

into a barn about 400 yards

across the field.

We reckon to meet up with the old man.

They got two more men

further down by the creek.

- How you wanna play this?

- Mr. Jameson, Dickey, you two

follow the creek to the east.

Set yourselves up to get the drop on 'em.

But don't open fire 'til you

hear us shouting or sh**ting.

Marshals, say we go through

that cops of trees of the barn.

Set you and your r*fles

up in some prime spots.

I'll get up close and personal

with old (indistinct) here.

Stay low, sh**t straight.

Let's go get 'em.

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- [Uncle] Hush, you're

gonna lose your ba*ls.

- [Mick] Alright, just a second.

- [Uncle] Who the f*ck are you?

- Afternoon, uncle.

- Ned?

Son?

Ned, get your a*s in here!

- Sir.

- I was going to send for

you boys, but I hadn't yet.

What the f*ck are you doing here?

- Adir, we...

We've come with some bad news.

- Well, spit it out, boy.

- It's Shamus.

He's dead.

- What happened?

- Some German Danny shot

him down in San Antonio.

- Does my brother know his son's dead?

- No.

Yeah, we haven't heard from

him from over two years.

That's why he came

looking for (indistinct).

- Well, we'll have to tell him.

- Well let's ride down to

where he is hiding then.

Then down to San Antonio.

sh**t that German son of a b*tch down.

- Right, sure we will.

First, there's a little bit of business.

- Business?

What business?

- Come with me.

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- [John] Who the hell are they?

- These (indistinct) ain't

traveling in our direction.

- It's all right.

We'll spread out, take our boys

after this meeting breaks up.

(birds chirping)

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- Stop.

Paco!

(Uncle speaking in foreign language)

- We ride 150 miles to tell

you your nephew's dead,

and you wanna chew the fat

with some border joker-

- (Indistinct) hold horse, laddy.

Your dad and I have some

wheels to turn in here.

And this one's squeaking.

Let me get it greased,

we'll tend to your vendetta.

- Padre.

I thought you said you would be alone.

- (Indistinct) surely

wouldn't be opposed to my boy

and my favorite nephew coming to visit me.

Unless of course you were planning

to rob a defenseless old man.

- Not you insult me. (scoffing)

We are not thieves.

- Oh, you're not thieves.

Well, if you're not thieves

that clears our deal

something powerful.

- Okay, okay. (chuckling)

We are thieves.

We are excellent thieves,

but we not gonna.

(Paco clicking tongue)

You know?

(Paco speaking in foreign language)

Hey, that's not half.

- 20% as we agreed.

You do the job, finish it,

and get your a*s across the border.

- It's not enough.

(Paco speaking in foreign language)

They're gonna bring a lot of heat.

- You're getting paid to take the heat.

You've got a whole nother

country to f*ck off into.

We're holding the 80%

as your incentive not

to be leaving too f*cking early.

(thief speaking in foreign language)

(Paco speaking in foreign language)

(thief grunting)

- Sorry.

Let's make (indistinct), yes.

How you say?

He married my sister,

but he know nothing about.

(Paco speaking in foreign language)

- Family.

Can't live with 'em.

- Okay, you old b*stard.

We have a deal.

- [Paco's Sister] Paco!

- That's my sister.

- (Indistinct) are close.

- I told you this person

was gonna f*ck you.

- Jesus, Mary and Joseph.

Why would I be in bed with a law man?

They followed your boys.

- Damn it.

We just got found out.

- Okay.

(Paco speaking in foreign language)

They're here for you and your g*ng.

- Looks like you're in

the g*ng now, Sancho.

- It's now or never.

- Let's get a move on.

- McCarrans!

This is the United States Marshals.

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We have a federal warrant.

- You two spread out.

Townsend and I'll get 'em on the flank.

- You want some water?

- Now you can boil that stuff first.

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(water sloshing)

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- f*ck you!

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- Come out, you (indistinct) monster!

(g*nshots firing)

Aye, just like old time, boys. (laughing)

(g*nshots firing)

- sh*t!

Got a man down!

(g*nshots firing)

- You best go check on your boys.

I'll keep planking 'em.

For god's sake, keep me outta your sight.

- Right.

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(marshal shouting)

(Paco speaking in foreign language)

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(birds chirping)

(Paco speaking in foreign language)

- Hey!

Hey Blackie!

What you doing here, eh?

- Looking for you, Cabro!

(Paco's sister speaking

in foreign language)

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- We're coming for you, Blackie!

(g*nshots blasting)

- Let's make for the barn.

- All right.

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(unknown speaker shouting indistinctly)

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- Looks like we got us some

Mexican standoff, boys.

By my count, you're fresh outta Mexicans.

- [Jameson] And we got a

half dozen men coming too.

About a half hour's ride.

- [John] Dammit, Jameson.

- sh*t, what else was I gonna say?

- That's right!

You boys are boxed in.

Come out with them hands

high, throw out them irons.

Promise you a fair trial.

(g*nshots blasting)

- Ah!

(pistols clicking)

- Running low, Pa!

- f*cking out.

- Meet me out there.

Meet me out there.

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- Another dozen men?

- Ah, he's more full of sh*t than

that shitter he's hiding behind.

Ain't he?

- No, but I don't see any

need in letting him linger

on the property.

- [Mick And Ned] Holy sh*t.

- This'll send 'em to hell, or home, boys.

Would you lads be so kind?

- Well, if somebody light the fuse.

- I'll do it.

I got the stronger arm.

- Horse sh*t.

I hit you square in the head

with a rock at 40 paces.

- That was 20 damn years ago.

- Ah, you boys be wagging your tongue.

Unless of course,

somebody would be

lightening a fire under it.

- f*ck me.

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(fuse sizzling)

- sh*t.

- Ah, sh*t.

- Run for cover.

(dynamite blasting)

(men laughing)

- Oh man.

- Oh!

- That's good, boy.

(John and Jameson coughing)

- You okay, sheriff?

- Jesus, Jameson.

- I'm getting too old for this sh*t.

- Me too.

- Hey boy.

That was a mighty fine

throw you made back there.

- Oh,

thanks, Pa.

- Aye.

- Now that the law's off

us, we got family business.

- What did I tell you back at the barn?

- Chores before wh*res?

- You're damn right.

And some of 'em, your Pa and

I's plans got blown up right

alongside those Mexicans (indistinct).

- So what are you thinking?

- When's the last time

you boys robbed a train?

- Marshal, McCarran's hightailed it.

(Marshal breathing laboriously)

How bad you hit?

(Marshal coughing and

breathing strainedly)

- Take my g*n.

(labored breathing continues)

Take my badge.

Sheriff.

Sheriff, get these sons of b*tches for me.

(labored breathing stops)

(cicadas rattling)

- You have a mind to

see this thing through?

- I am,

but we're gonna need help.

- I know a certain German dandy

that might be willing to lend a hand.

Let's go check on Dyer.

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Yep.

I expected as much.

- Doing all the goddam marshals.

(someone coughing)

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(person grunting and coughing)

- She's coming with us.

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(birds chirping)

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(thunder clapping)

(thunder rumbling)

- I don't quite understand

why you wanna do this.

Do you even know how to ride a horse?

sh**t a g*n?

You know we're going after

outlaws here, not cow tippers.

- [Jackson] Yeah.

- Damn, you look like a real law man.

- Yeah?

- Yeah.

You've come a long way, Jackson.

You know that?

Let's get on back.

Have these (indistinct)

and supper together, huh?

(thunder rumbling)

- It separates me from them.

You ask me why I wanna do this.

It's because upholding the

law, hunting down outlaws,

protecting the innocent, it...

It's my redemption from

the name I inherited.

You know, you and Abby, you took me in.

You raised me right.

You gave me a family, you gave

me something to fight for.

- For 35 years, this

badge has been my flame.

Shines bright, and cuts through the night.

It's guided me in my life.

It led me to you when I

found you as a young boy.

For you, Jackson, it'll be the

flame that draws the moths.

The word gets out,

they will come looking for you.

- This is what I'm meant to do.

It's what we're meant to do.

- You're damn right, son.

And it'll be the death of us.

(fire crackling)

(thunder clapping)

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Go to hell, you (indistinct) of a b*tch!

- [sh**ter] You show me

the way first, friend.

(g*nsh*t blasting)

(Jackson breathing heavily and shouting)

(thunder rumbling)

(Jackson coughing)

(leaves rustling)

(Jackson speaking in foreign language)

Who are you?

- g*ns do not k*ll you?

You are p*stol proof.

You bleed out for days,

yet you do not die?

And you speak Comanche tongue.

But you are not Comanche.

No.

You tell me, who are you?

- Jackson.

My name is Jackson.

(Moon speaking in foreign language)

(thunder clapping)

(horses neighing)

(family laughing)

(birds chirping)

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(horse neighing)

(ominous music)

(g*ns clicking)

- Run!

(g*nsh*t blasting)

(horse neighing)

(daughter screaming)

(g*nshots blasting)

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(criminals laughing)

(coins clattering)

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(thunder clapping)

- [Moon] The viper took their life,

and the fire took their spirit.

But I took their pain,

their tears,

and their cries of redemption.

(thunder clapping)

- [Jackson's Father] Go to

hell, you son of a b*tch!

- [sh**ter] You show me

the way first, friend.

(g*nsh*t blasting)

- [Masked Person] Ride back to my father.

Tell him the b*stard is dead.

(horse huffing)

(horse hooves clomping)

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- He was a father to me.

- And he saved your life.

- Why'd you help me?

You owe me nothing.

- You will avenge him?

- Yes.

- Then it is you who will help me.

We ride, we find this woman,

and we take from her

what she took from us.

- Life?

(Indistinct) bullock deserves

a fate worse than death.

- I know of none!

- If we k*ll her, we

are no better than her!

- I don't want to be better.

I want fair trade!

- You want revenge.

- How can you deny this?

How can you bring mercy to

a woman who brings death?

- You wouldn't understand.

- You are scared of her.

- No.

I'm scared of becoming her.

(leaves rustling softly)

(birds chirping)

- Bless me Father, for I have sinned.

There's been much blood, b*ll*ts,

and bamboozling since my

last confession. (chuckling)

And I'm not gonna beat the devil

around the stump with you, father.

I ain't seeking forgiveness for any of it.

I've been having too

much damn fun. (laughing)

But what I am asking for today

is for forgiveness for a man

that I am going to k*ll.

You see, something about this one,

it doesn't sit right with me, father.

It goes against my better nature.

See, there's 25 years bad

blood between us and I.

The unfortunate thing about all this,

it wasn't personal.

It was simply business.

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(g*nsh*t blasting)

(Bullock laughing)

The big bad law man, slithering

like the snake that you are.

- Jackson.

Come on, son, wake up.

Go to hell, you (indistinct) of a b*tch!

(g*n clicking)

- You show me the way first, friend.

(g*nsh*t blasting)

It's a hell of a thing having

to put down your daddy's b*stard

like he's some sort of sick dog.

And can you believe that?

Going after his own blood, you

know, his own birth father.

That is breaking several

of the commandments,

I reckon. (chuckling)

I tried to do right by him as a sister.

Give him the dignity of being honorable

that he lusted for so badly.

But the poor boy can't even

stay dead proper. (snorting and laughing)

I blame his mother.

She was a real wh*re.

No, I mean literally,

she was a... (laughing)

Say.

You're awfully quiet there, Padre.

(fist crashing)

(Bullock shouting)

(g*n clicking)

(Bullock grunting)

- My name was Jackson Bullock,

until you all abandoned me and

left me to die in your sin.

And now I've come back to you.

Your sin made flesh.

(Bullock spitting)

- You got what it takes to k*ll me, boy?

Huh?

You ever k*lled anybody before?

You gonna come after our father next?

He gave you life, he gave you purpose,

he gave you your goddam name!

- You wanna see what he gave me?

You wanna see how far this

apple falls from the tree?

You wanna see how much blood

of Clayton Bullock is

pumping through my veins?

(ominous music)

Maybe someday.

But I'm not gonna k*ll you today.

The unfortunate thing

about all this is I do,

I want to make it personal, but,

this is simply business.

(g*n clicking)

- Sorry, Jackson.

Looks like some of the family

followed me from confession.

Give it to me, huh?

You ain't no gunslinger.

(Jackson grunting)

I've got a real darkness

festering in me, Jackson.

Even our own father thinks

my soul isn't worth saving.

Get him up.

I thought our father

would be thrilled to learn

that I had gotten rid of

his embarrassing b*stard,

and that dusty U.S. Marshall

that you called daddy.

Imagine my surprise when

our cousins showed up

without their tongues, and

a note in blood exiling me

from the family for

k*lling his only male heir.

You.

The Bullock who denied his

blood to wear the badge.

His heir.

- Is that what this is about?

Your lack of manhood?

- No, quite the opposite. (sniffling)

This is about the futility of manhood.

Clayton Bullock may have

been the king of the West,

but he's gotten soft, and his

judgment is to be questioned.

I'm afraid that he's no longer

fit to lead the Bullock g*ng!

- And you are?

What do you think he's

gonna do to you, Roan?

He finds out you went behind his back.

- I've taken enough gold

and silver from Redskins

to turn this g*ng into an army.

My vision is in line

with the new frontier.

- You can't go around

spilling the blood of Indians

for silver and gold, and

not expect repercussions.

- Oh, what type of repercussions?

(someone howling and screaming)

Go.

Jackson.

(bird cawing)

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(Moon shouting)

(metal slashing)

(masked person grunting)

(g*nshots blasting)

(Bullock grunting)

(g*nshots blasting)

(masked persons shouting)

Go!

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- [Jackson] This is what I'm meant to do.

(person shouting)

- [Jackson And Moon] (Indistinct) Bullock

deserves a fate worse than death.

- I know of none.

(music softens)

(soil crunching)

You were right.

There is a fate worse than death.

Mine.

I've spent my life fighting enemies,

fighting white man,

fighting other tribes,

fighting to stay alive.

There's always a bigger fight waiting.

And if you fight all the time,

eventually you lose.

Maybe you die, or those around you die.

There's no redemption in death.

There is only what you do

with your life that matters.

- Where are you going?

- To find what I have lost.

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(horse huffing)

- [Jackson] Even though I wear this badge,

I feel no different from them.

Half law man, half outlaw,

fully damned in the eyes of the Lord.

Will I end up like William,

perpetuating a cycle I cannot break?

(thunder rumbling)

Watch those I love gunned

down before me like Moon?

The future is unpredictable.

But then again, so am I.

(ominous music)

(people shouting)

- [Thief] Ladies and

gentlemen, will you kindly put

all your jewelry, money, watches,

and any other valuables into these bags?

- [Second Thief] Hey, pretty

boy, gimme your money.

- [Victim] Not again.

- [Izzy] You wanna live?

Look away.

- [Thief] Hey sweetie.

Put all the jewelry in the bag, come on.

- [Victim] You can rob a

lady without putting a g*n

in her face.

- [Third Thief] Put the money in the bag.

- [Thief] g*ns in the bag too, let's go.

Let's go. Come on, come on, come on.

- [Victim] That's my

grandmother's ring, please no-

- [Izzy] Don't look at my face.

- [Thief] That's a lot

of gold for a preacher.

Where'd you get all that, huh?

Your sheep? (laughing)

- [Izzy] Keep on looking

at me, you wanna see Jesus?

Put the money in the bag.

- [Unknown Speaker] I'll send

you back to hell, you demon.

- [Unknown Speaker] Ah God.

Say hello to Jesus!

(g*nsh*t blasting)

(people screaming)

- [Unknown Speaker] John,

easy, come on, let's go,

let's get outta here.

(people weeping and breathing nervously)

- [Marshal] Simon Shaw.

- [Thief] The Marshal's here, let's go.

You'll kindly let these people go.

- [Thief] Ah, Marshall.

Not a surprise ambush,

but you're too late,

I already got what I need.

(thief speaking in foreign language)

- [Izzy] Let's go, let's go!

Come on, John.

- [Marshal] Simon Shaw.

- [Unknown Speaker] Get 'em, Sheriff!

- [Marshal] I will hunt you.

(g*nsh*t blasting)

- [Izzy] Where's John, where's John?

John!

John!

- [Narrator] A man's capacity for evil

does not define his character,

but rather his character

is defined by his ability

to be evil.

But choose a more honorable road.

Those who fail to suppress the evil within

must face the consequences

of falling to them.

The practical result,

death.

(Izzy sobbing softly)

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- Please.

(g*nsh*t blasting)

(horse neighing)

- [Unknown Speaker] Simon Shaw!

(g*nsh*t blasting)

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(Izzy panting)

(wind whistling)

(Shaw grunting)

(Shaw breathing laboriously)

(labored breathing continues)

- f*ck.

(Izzy breathing and grunting)

- The marshal ain't far off.

- He's a half mile, I reckon.

- John's dead.

- Yeah, that's unfortunate.

(dramatic music continues)

You know it's...

It's a funny thing.

The marshal knew we was coming.

- What you trying to say?

You the one run off.

- Yeah.

- Figured you'd be halfway

across the state by now.

- Yeah.

Yeah.

(dramatic music continues)

What now?

- Let's get outta here.

(Shaw breathing)

(thunder clapping)

(Shaw grunting)

(rhythmic dramatic music)

- [Narrator] Most cultures

speak of a harbinger.

One that beckons the coming

of the angel of death.

It is said that they who hear its call

are not long for this world.

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- [Izzy] We wouldn't

be hoofing it like this

if Wiley didn't let the

horses run off like he did.

Can't say I blame him though.

Young lad in charge of six horses.

Hell, John would've let

a few of them run off

once all that blasting got started.

But not all of them though.

What's our next move, boss?

- [Shaw] Huh?

- I got a place we can

shelter up for the night, but,

after that, I don't know.

You okay, boss?

(suspenseful music)

Shaw!

Shaw!

Boss, wake up!

Wake up.

Wake up, boss.

What do you need me to do?

What do you wanna do?

Shaw!

(flames wooshing)

(dramatic music)

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(Shaw grunting in pain)

(Shaw breathing shortly)

Boss, you're awake.

I tried to stop the bleeding

the best I could, but,

it's really deep.

- I know.

Oh, that damn preacher's boy

did it back on the train.

- I could cauterize it for you.

- No.

No.

I'm fine.

Where are we?

- John and I found it a few years back.

(dramatic music continues)

Don't worry, we're safe.

Oh, yours was empty, so here, drink this.

Simon?

You ain't looking so good.

- Leave me be.

(somber music)

- You go on and finish that.

But you let me know if you need anything.

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(ominous music)

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(footsteps crunching)

I was thinking

that we should probably

get up to Colorado instead.

I got some family up there,

and they'll definitely take us in.

At least through the end of the winter.

- No, no, we'll get horses in Laramie.

Laramie is our way out.

- I don't understand.

- John would understand.

Why'd you stop?

Dammit, Izzy, let's keep moving!

We have to go!

- Have you no respect?

- John was a good man.

He never questioned me.

- What about the Union Pacific score?

He questioned you then.

- Yeah, look where it got him.

- So that's it, huh?

That's all he was to you?

- Am I wrong?

- Yeah, Shaw, you are wrong.

- Remember your place.

Fill it.

(footsteps crunching)

(dramatic music)

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- [Narrator] Man's redemption

does not lie behind the morals

of humanity, but rather with

the Almighty in his splendor.

Danger lies in pursuit of vengeance.

The purview of God.

Is forgiveness still possible

once a certain line has been crossed?

(Shaw breathing heavily and grunting)

(ominous music)

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(g*nsh*t blasting)

(Izzy grunting)

- Shaw.

(Izzy grunting)

Give me an excuse.

- Easy, now.

- Don't f*cking easy me.

You almost f*cking k*lled me.

- You scared the hell outta me!

It's lucky I pulled my

g*n the last minute.

- Bullshit.

- Let's be reasonable now.

- Ain't been a reasonable thing about you

since I found you wandering

through the woods.

You gonna get me and you k*lled

just like the rest of 'em.

- I didn't k*ll anyone!

- Huh.

Well, you might as well had.

It ain't much of a score if

half your g*ng gets blasted away

by a marshal's posse

and the preacher's boy.

Every decision that you have

made has turned to sh*t, Shaw.

We all trusted you.

John trusted you.

Look where it got him.

- We'll go to Colorado.

Okay?

We'll regroup.

- I'm not going anywhere with you.

I'm leaving!

(Izzy breathing heavily)

You done gone soft.

You lost your edge, huh?

Just the shell of the man

that I grew to respect.

- Hey.

Izzy?

It's you and me, right?

The last of the shaman g*ng.

We'll go to Colorado.

You have family down there.

We'll...

We'll wait till spring.

We'll go to Wyoming.

We'll k*ll the men who k*lled John.

(Izzy grunting and breathing heavily)

- f*ck it.

(g*nsh*t blasting)

(dark music)

(b*ll*ts crashing)

(Shaw grunting and breathing heavily)

- Son of a b*tch.

(muffled g*nshots blasting)

(Shaw grunting and breathing)

(grunting and breathing continues)

(soft suspenseful music)

- Simon Shaw.

If you would kindly toss

those pistols aside,

perhaps we can discuss

the precarious predicament

in which you find yourself.

(Shaw breathing laboriously)

Mr. Shaw, your most recent

expeditions,

and indeed on this day in

particular, your friends,

have not being kind to you.

- I'm tired.

- Chase will take it out of a man.

I had in my mind the intent to merely

wound you and return you to Laramie.

Where folk, good and bad, could

bear witness to your trial,

and subsequent justice rendered.

It seems, however, these old eyes were

not up to the task,

and for that, I am truly sorry.

May I inspect the wound?

(Shaw breathing laboriously)

Hmm.

(soft suspenseful music continues)

- So this is it?

This is the end?

(Shaw scoffing)

- We are both, you and

I, choosing hard lives.

The mere living of which

provides daily testimony

to its hardness.

Despite our most honest

effort on your behalf,

you'll not make that

journey to Laramie alive.

- I just didn't wanna die alone.

- Alive or dead was my commission.

(Marshal grunting)

Dead is just,

(g*nsh*t blasting)

easier on the both of us.

As I have observed, those who plow evil,

and those who sow trouble, reap it.

Consider now, who being

innocent has ever perished?

Where were the upright ever destroyed?

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