♪ MTV ♪
This ranch is under attack.
Our whole way of life is under attack.
They hurt you to hurt us.
♪ Dramatic music ♪
[girl] You got to pay the tax.
[Spencer] What tax is that?
The train tax.
[grunts]
♪♪♪
[Donald] It's a county with a population of zero.
There is no judge, there is no sheriff.
Which is to say there is no crime.
Would you be so kind as to
- take this with you? - What, and just leave her there?
Consider it practice.
[shrieks]
I was robbed.
[train horn blows]
[grunting]
What did he take?
He took everything.
[Teonna] What is this place?
Ain't never seen a rodeo?
[hoofbeats trampling]
- [cattle lowing] - [cowboys exclaiming, whistling]
What fresh hell is this?
♪ Pastoral music ♪
Hyah!
♪♪♪
[indistinct chatter]
And you're saying this little girl did what?
- Murder. - Murder.
Five times and counting.
This little girl?
You see a girl.
- Heard of Darwin? - Yeah,
I've heard of that quack son of a bitch.
Thinks we all came from apes.
Well, if we did, this girl's the bridge.
Bridge between our animal ancestors
and modern humanity.
Hidden away in an undiscovered land
for thousands of years,
stunted in their current state
'cause there was no need to evolve.
They lived in harmony with their environment.
But that environment is ours now.
We've given them every opportunity
to embrace the modern age.
Some of 'em choose that path.
They choose to become modern men,
but there's some, like this one,
who choose to remain an animal.
Like the wolf.
They lust only for the kill.
And like the wolf,
they must be erased from this planet.
I'd like to help you.
I haven't seen her.
You haven't seen her?
Nope.
Well, your cowboy says that she rode
with you for three days with two others.
Well, that cowboy's wrong.
Says he hadn't seen her.
Who'd you see?
I mean, it's dusty out on the trail.
Everybody's got wild rags, hats pulled low.
Hard to see your hand with all the dust and flies.
[Kent] Hear she killed two nuns in their sleep?
In their sleep.
Lives dedicated to the word of God
and it's the devil who snatched their souls.
Well, no offense, mister,
but I don't know you to trust you.
Bring that priest in here, let me hear it from him.
Step inside.
I will not set foot in that place.
Got a witness says he'll only talk to you.
Well, then, have him come out to me.
What's the matter, Father,
your faith too weak to withstand five minutes in a saloon?
[mutters]
Marshal says this little girl killed two nuns in their sleep.
She did.
What for?
- Why? - I don't know why.
Because sh... she is evil.
And evil does not need a reason.
♪ Somber music ♪
♪♪♪
We found 'em back in the canyon.
They helped us gather the herd
and push 'em into the yard here.
But I don't know where they went after that.
Show me where.
[Anders] We penned 'em here.
Made camp over there. You see the wagon?
I don't see any cattle.
Shipped 'em out this morning.
Then took the road back to town?
[kisses]
Any of your cowboys head north?
Not that I know of.
Them ain't my cowboys.
Them horses is barefoot.
They went north.
[Anders] If they're trying to stay hid,
they went the wrong direction.
There ain't a tree within a thousand miles.
You can see an anthill from the horizon,
it's so damn flat.
You don't know that country,
you're gonna wander around in circles.
Yeah, they wouldn't know that.
They're gonna learn it soon enough.
[Kent] Keep up, Father.
We got 'em. Hyah!
Hyah!
♪ Majestic orchestral music ♪
♪♪♪
♪ pulsing music
♪♪♪
Horses need to rest.
They need water more than they need rest.
They need both.
[Teonna] We're going the wrong way.
Mexico's behind us.
So are the posters.
We go north,
then west to New Mexico, then south.
I should go look for water.
We can't split up out here.
We don't know this land.
Marshals are looking for three riders,
Not one.
Nobody's looking for me.
- Hmm. - Nobody knows what I look like
here even if they were.
If you can't find water close, come back.
Won't be gone long.
[in native language] Promise.
I promise.
What do we think we're doing?
Everywhere is America.
Everywhere used to be our country.
Not one of us ever escaped.
Chief Joseph couldn't.
Geronimo couldn't.
How can we do it?
They could have escaped.
They wouldn't leave their people behind.
We'll make it because we're out of people
to leave behind,
'cause we're the last ones still fighting.
[gun cocks]
How about you slide that over to me?
...375?
...416 Rigby. [grunts softly]
And what the hell do you shoot with this?
Depends on how bad of a day you're having.
Not much it can't send backwards.
What animal do this?
Leopard.
I don't know leopard.
Like a mountain lion but bigger.
With spots.
Like a jaguar.
You know jaguar?
It attacked you?
And you still here.
How you do that?
I killed it.
You're pretty far from anything and I don't see a horse.
Hopped a train.
[chuckles softly] Picked a poor spot to get off.
Folks in the car didn't give me much choice.
You see any other lawmen come through here?
With a priest?
[Patterson] What about an Indian girl, about 16,
traveling with two men?
You're the only people I've seen.
Where you headed?
- Montana. - Montana.
That's where the lawmen are from.
And the priest and the Indian girl.
Sure are lot of folks from Montana
wandering around West Texas.
And we don't get coincidences out here.
Let's go.
- Go where? - [Mamie] Amarillo.
See if we can figure out who or what you're hiding from.
I'm not hiding from anything. I'm trying to get home.
Well, if that's the truth, your train ticket's on us.
[Mamie] All you're gonna do out here is die.
You're 30 miles from water.
If you ain't a fugitive, this is the luckiest thing
that's ever happened to you.
Pretty lucky if you are a fugitive.
♪ Pensive music ♪
♪♪♪
- [knocking] - [porter] Dinner service.
Thank God.
Thank you.
We'll share the stew.
Sir?
You only brought dinner for one.
She's the only one with food service in the car, ma'am.
Dinner can be purchased in the dining car, miss.
Good sir?
I...
I was robbed inside the terminal in New York.
I've no money to purchase dinner with.
Could I...
Could I add the service now and pay at the next station?
If you have no money now,
what will be different at the next station?
I can send a wire.
Have money transferred to a bank in Chicago...
[chuckles softly] Thought I heard it all.
Sir.
I'm begging you.
It's been days since I ate.
Come with me.
[quiet chatter]
Quite the story.
The kind it's hard for one to believe.
No one wishes it were false more than me, sir,
I assure you.
Yes, I can see that.
We've heard it all from the back of the train,
as you can imagine.
But I can't have you starve.
I would prefer you didn't. [chuckles softly]
But I can't just give it to you.
It's not my place to be charitable
with the Union Pacific's goods.
If you're willing to work off the meals,
we'll keep you fed.
Thank you.
[train horn blows]
♪♪♪
Excuse me. We're done.
♪♪♪
Tea?
Do you see all these Americans drinking coffee
in the evening, Paul? Coffee.
[Paul] Pay them no mind, dear.
- Barbarians, the lot of them. - Mm.
Oh, your skin. Paul, look at her skin.
What of it?
Oh, you're blessed to have such skin, girl.
Minus the shiner, of course. [short chuckle]
These American women love their men untamed.
I suppose it has its uses.
Oh, will you bring us some biscuits?
You know what I mean when I say "biscuit"?
I do not mean the flavorless mix
of flour and baking soda served with dinner.
She means a cookie.
Yes. A cookie.
Bring us a cookie.
I swear, Americans have reduced the king's tongue
to the gibberish of infants. "Cookies."
Miss.
Good God!
[Alex] Apologies, sir.
What about me?
I... I didn't spill it.
♪ Tense music ♪
♪♪♪
Rub there.
[grunts]
Why don't you bring me something sweet?
Is this mine to keep?
If you don't tell him about it, it's yours.
Mm.
Soak it in the stew. It'll be soft soon enough.
♪ Slow, somber music ♪
♪♪♪
[latch clicks softly]
♪♪♪
[knocking on door]
What the hell?
We serve breakfast at 7:00.
Be there at 6:00.
Manager says to wear these
or you'll have no feet left to stand on.
[door closes]
[sniffles quietly]
[exhales]
[urine tinkling]
[Mary] You're a rich girl. Or you were.
Not too rich anymore, though.
Now you know what it's like.
- I wasn't in need of a lesson. - Sure you were.
No royal family here, lady.
In America, you got to make it,
marry it or steal it.
You ain't cut out for hard work.
Bit too pure to steal,
I think, but...
with that face,
maybe you can marry it, if you're lucky.
- I'm already married. - Look how well he keeps you.
Like I said, I was robbed.
By a miserable excuse for a man
who clearly embraces one of your pathways to success.
[sniffles]
What's he do, then, this husband?
His family runs a ranch.
Cattle?
Be careful with cowboys, love.
Treat their horses better than their ladies.
Guess you're gonna learn to work after all.
With all due respect,
you don't look like someone who should be giving advice.
Not giving advice, just explaining the world
you now find yourself in.
I hope you booked return passage.
I don't think you have the grit for this place.
- But you do? - I don't do things
for me anymore.
Doesn't matter if I have it.
Only matters if they have it.
Y-You'll become a mother one day.
You'll see.
Mothers can endure anything.
[Elsa] Mothers can endure anything.
A child's first act on this planet
is to tear his mother in two.
Rip her apart from the inside.
What emerges is a life completely dependent on her.
For food, warmth,
comfort, protection.
The child will speak a language
devised solely of wails and murmurs
and furrowed brows
and the mother understands this language
the instant it is spoken.
The mother is consumed and driven by a love
that is indescribable to those
who have not experienced it.
It is not the butterflies of infatuation.
It is the instinct of love.
♪ Slow, somber music ♪
♪♪♪
[Mary] They feed you at the end
of your shift, then?
They do.
If you think of it,
grab some bread for my boys?
- You paid for meals. - I paid what I could.
And what I could pay was for one meal.
I'll see what I can get.
♪♪♪
[Hillary] Anything interesting in the news?
This was yesterday's news, dear.
Nothing interesting happened yesterday?
- [sighs] - [clears throat]
"The supporters of Adolfo de la Huerta
surrendered across Mexico,"
ending a revolution I was unaware took place.
- That's nice. - The franc dropped
to 91 francs to the pound. Oof.
Explain to me, Paul,
- the war's been over for years. - Mm-hmm.
How has everyone managed to recover but the French?
[Alex] 'Cause the French are the only nation paying loans
by taking more loans
then paying those loans by printing more money.
A cocktail napkin has more intrinsic value
than their franc.
[gasps] I'm terribly sorry.
[chuckles] No need to be sorry, you're exactly right.
Oxfordshire. Am I right?
Working your way across the wilds of America,
much to your parents' chagrin,
- no doubt. - [chuckles]
No doubt indeed, ma'am.
[Paul] I admire your spirit.
[low] Don't let the entire adventure be wasted on work.
Thank you, sir.
♪ Slow, atmospheric music ♪
♪♪♪
- Tea? - I think no.
No stockings?
Tea?
I asked you a question.
I've no stockings, sir.
Coffee. Please.
♪ Slow, suspenseful music ♪
♪♪♪
[sniffles]
Let's see if you can keep it out of my lap this time.
♪ Suspenseful, dramatic music ♪
♪♪♪
[breathing shakily]
[whimpers softly]
[Bernard muffled] The tears are saying no,
but your body is saying something else.
♪ Eerie, haunting music ♪
♪♪♪
[screams]
[screaming]
♪ fast, frantic music ♪
- [panting] - [coffee pot clatters]
- ♪ slow, somber music - [gasps]
♪♪♪
Back to your duties.
[lock clicks]
[sighs]
You know what they do to people like you,
that go mad like a wild animal?
They treat you like one.
They cut the front of your lobe out.
Then you sit in the garden and stare at fruit
for the rest of your sorry life.
And good riddance.
He attacked me.
I seen plenty of women take a beating.
Not one of those beatings ended with a man
- losing all his fucking teeth. - [Alex] With his hand.
On me.
♪♪♪
I-In me.
He raped me with his hand.
Is that not a crime on your train, sir?
Well, it's not up to me now.
It's up to the Chicago police.
♪♪♪
[inhales, sniffles]
[panting]
[screams]
[indistinct chatter]
When did y'all build a lobby?
Last year.
[Mamie] Business was that good?
Ain't a hotel in town stays as full as our jail.
Let me in the back.
[quiet chatter]
[Hutchinson] It's open.
You all just keep building onto this place.
There's a mansion out in California
called the Winchester House.
- [sighs] - [Mamie] Woman who owns it's
been building onto it since the 1880s.
They say if she stops the ghosts of all the people killed
by a Winchester rifle will haunt her out of that house.
That's what this place is turning into.
Well, I've sent a few ghosts Miss Winchester's way.
But you're exactly right, we are haunted.
Not a sorrier son of a bitch than these roughnecks.
Thought cowboys was wild,
but once they found oil in the ground,
been introduced to a new level of rascal.
Who's this?
That's what I'm trying to find out.
Can I borrow your telephone?
- [ringing] - [overlapping chatter]
- Operator? - [Mamie] Operator,
I need a sheriff in... Where in Montana?
Bozeman.
Bozeman, Montana.
[phone rings]
Operator.
Caller, who are you trying to reach?
Bozeman sheriff.
[operator 2] Uh, Bozeman is a city, not a county.
It doesn't have a sheriff. It has a chief of police.
Well, surely Bozeman resides in a county
and that county has a sheriff.
Uh, the county is Gallatin, miss.
I'll connect you with the sheriff.
- Does this sheriff have a name? - [operator 2] He does.
When I connect him, you can ask him.
[overlapping chatter]
Switchboard operators can get a little salty.
Impudence rides sidesaddle with anonymity.
[knock at door]
[door opens]
There's a Marshal Fossett
from the Indian territory on the telephone.
- Indian territory? - Oklahoma, I suppose.
Operator said the call is from Amarillo, Texas.
[phone rings]
Take the phone on the wall, Sheriff.
This is Sheriff McDowell.
Sheriff, this is Marshal Fossett out of Fort Sill.
I'm in Amarillo
with a Spencer Dutton...
Sheriff?
You sound like a woman.
Well, there's a reason for that.
Would you like to ruminate on the specifics of my plumbing
or could you verify
the identity of the man we have in custody?
I need to know you're
who you say you are before I discuss anything.
This is Sheriff Hutchison, Potter County, Texas.
This woman's a marshal?
I'm staring at her badge right now.
- So, you know her? - Yeah, I know her.
Hmm.
[clears throat]
I apologize, ma'am,
I did not know that there were female marshals.
Well, there's one. Do you know a Spencer Dutton?
I know him well.
- Do you vouch for him? - Marshal,
that's a Congressional Medal of Honor recipient.
The president can vouch for him.
You won the Medal of Honor?
Not that I'm aware of.
He doesn't know about any medal.
Well, he received it just the same.
Let me talk to him.
What are you doing in Texas?
I'm coming home.
You taking the scenic route, huh?
The men who killed my brother...
...where are they?
Are they still free?
Now you listen to me.
You better stay in Texas
if your plan is coming back here and starting a war.
As far as I know, war's already started.
And you ain't stopped it.
Winter stopped it, son.
Winter's over.
Not up here, it ain't.
Tell my aunt I'm coming home.
Can you do that?
Before you do anything,
you come over here and see me first thing, understand?
This is not the place you left.
Tell her.
So he's not a criminal?
Not yet, till he gets back here.
You want to do that young man a favor?
Detain him.
Find a reason to keep him right where he is.
You can't arrest a man for what he might do, Sheriff.
You're free to go.
[exhales]
[sighs]
I think you owe me a train ticket.
♪ Quiet, dramatic music ♪
♪♪♪
[indistinct chatter]
- I'll need to stow that for you. - This rifle stays with me.
- We've got policies against... - I don't give a shit
about your policies.
Rifle stays with me.
What happened to this country?
What other rules were made when I was killing for this place?
♪ Atmospheric music ♪
♪♪♪
[Clyde] He says no laws apply here?
Why here?
Because this is a county with no people.
No judge.
No jury of your peers.
This is where we put the whole fucking lot of them.
What did she do, you reckon?
I don't know.
I don't know that she did anything.
Drugs, maybe.
Whore like that, morphine.
Didn't look like drugs to me.
What a waste.
♪♪♪
[grunting softly]
And just like that, a problem disappears.
Seems too easy.
They try to think of everything when they make their laws.
But it turns out, everything's a lot to consider.
[chuckles]
♪ slow, pensive music
♪♪♪
[indistinct chatter]
♪♪♪
[Mamie Smith's "You Can't Keep a Good Man Down" playing]
♪ It's automatic ♪
♪ But it's true ♪
♪ A good man will never do ♪
♪ He said ♪
♪ "I met a dame" ♪
♪ He will always... ♪
I sure could use a light.
♪ But girls ♪
- ♪ Take my advice... - Here you go. Right here.
It's okay. Second.
♪ And always keep him nice... ♪
Will you boys give us a moment?
[scoffs]
F-Find us inside?
Promise.
♪ No matter how you try ♪
What the hell?
I'm just saving you time.
They can't afford you.
What do you mean, "afford me"?
Let's not play "babe in the woods."
Here all alone, in that dress,
and expect me to believe you're not working?
What the hell are you doing?
Working.
Fine.
Why don't you go work over there and leave me alone?
Or...
we could work together.
I have a client who will pay for one night
what you don't make in a month.
Yeah?
If he's so great, why are you pawning him off?
I'm not pawning anything.
He's got a big appetite.
One's not enough.
He's British, so he likes a little...
theater... in the bedroom,
if you know what I mean.
Not sure I do.
Doesn't that sound like fun?
- People are watching. - Let them.
What do you say?
Let's go.
♪ Solemn orchestral music
♪♪♪
- [machinery clanging] - [steam hissing]
[train whistle blows]
[indistinct busy chatter]
It's not right, Paul.
It's not our business, darling.
Well, I'm making it our business.
- Stand up, miss. - [keys rattling]
You won't even ask to hear my side?
Do that to someone's face, you don't have a side.
And I don't care how many girls he's got on the side.
Girls on the side...
Up and turn around.
I will not.
I have rights.
Stand up and turn around or I will turn you around.
Have it your way, lady.
[gasping softly] What about my things?
My luggage. I need my things.
Officer, I was witness to the assault.
Yeah, well, I'll get your name and address
after we load her up.
Officer.
[handcuffs click]
Officer.
You are arresting the victim, sir.
The victim?
My husband and I both witnessed the man place...
...place his hand beneath her skirt
as she poured him coffee.
He groped her privates and she defended herself.
Did you tell anyone this?
I told the conductor.
[officer] He's not your boyfriend?
I am married, sir, and not to that scoundrel.
The man says you're his girl.
Well, officer, I think you should consider that a rapist
might also be capable of lying.
You both saw it?
Yes, we did.
I was prepared to intervene,
but the lady was quite adept
at intervening on her own behalf.
You both be willing to make a statement?
We are, sir.
♪♪♪
[cuffs rattling]
Let me go talk to the guy and see what his story is now.
Thank you.
♪ Heartfelt music ♪
♪♪♪
[shaky breath]
[busy chatter]
♪♪♪
[steam whistle blows]
[speaking indistinctly]
Get your hands off me.
Get... You're making a big mistake!
♪♪♪
You'll need to come down to the station tomorrow
to file a formal complaint so we can prosecute.
At this address.
What happens to him?
He comes with us.
You're free to go.
[busy chatter]
[grunts]
I-I was looking for you.
I'm sure. Where is it?
Where's what?
My tips.
- Officer! - Don't. Okay. Okay.
You know, one day, you'll have children.
- [coins jingling] - And you'll see.
I already see.
[steam hissing]
Cancelled.
The train to Fargo is cancelled. Why?
Snowdrift.
How long do those last?
- Till they melt. - How long does that take?
I don't know, lady.
So far, there are only seven tickets
sold to that train.
You want to know why?
'Cause no one goes to Fargo in the fucking winter.
- It's spring. - It's spring in Florida.
Out here, it's... it's winter till June.
[indistinct chatter]
♪ soft, sad music ♪
♪♪♪
Let's go. Thank you so much, sir.
Do you need a ride somewhere, dear?
They cancelled my train.
Come on, let's go.
♪♪♪
[sobbing]
A train station
is no place for a young lady.
Neither is Chicago, for that matter.
Come with us.
Go with you where?
Winnetka.
- Where's that? - [Paul] It's not far.
It will remind you more of Oxfordshire than America,
I assure you.
It seems...
...a bit of respite
from your adventures
might be needed.
You've seen what happens to men with wayward hands around me.
[Paul chuckles]
I shall keep my hand firmly in my pockets.
I assure you.
♪♪♪
- ♪♪♪ - [dialogue inaudible]
♪ sweeping, gentle music ♪
♪♪♪
[insects trilling]
[panting softly]
[pats horse's flank]
Bet you don't wander far from water.
[clicks tongue]
[quacking]
♪ ominous music ♪
♪♪♪
Indian.
That's a fucking Indian.
[kisses]
- [grunts] - [horse snorts]
Ha!
Ha! Yah!
♪ Intense music ♪
♪♪♪
[panting heavily]
[bellows]
Yah! Yah!
[horse bellows]
[screeches]
[Kent] Ha! Ha!
Whoa, whoa.
- [Pete war cries] - [gunshots]
♪ quiet, emotional music ♪
♪♪♪