You want me to set you free.
You don't get freedom for free.
It has to be gloriously conquered.
Now, what've you done to conquer it?
My family, please.
Now you're suddenly worried about your family?
When we rode up, instead of protecting your wife
and daughter, you fled like a rat.
Please, please, please.
The state calls its own violence law,
but that of the individual it calls crime.
So let it be so.
Do I kill her?
No, save the bullet.
She's already dead.
Oh, yes.
Hey, kid.
Hey, Colonel, there's another one.
Now you know my name.
Sorry, kid.
Kill me, get it over with.
Kill you?
No, nobody is going to kill you.
God damn, you'll get nowhere shootin' like that.
I hate guns, and I don't plan to need one.
You're going out west, son.
Out there they shoot first and dream later.
I've been saving the best part for the end.
Give it to me.
So you're set on goin' there.
Yeah, next week.
I'll find me the best spot there is and build a ranch.
My own ranch with my name on the deed.
I'll get married, have kids,
and they'll help me work the land.
Well, I hate to spoil your dream, son,
but it don't sound real to me
divvying up the land all nice and fair and square.
Too many wolves loose out there for that to happened.
Yeah?
So why does everybody wanna go there?
'Cause everybody is just stupid.
Come east with me, son, and I'll help set you up.
We'll do great things together.
There is nothing for me there.
My mind is made up, old man.
So that's where you hid it?
I keep it in a different place every week.
And I've never find it, right?
You wouldn't have found it even if it was in the middle
of the table there.
What are you trying to say?
That you're still wet behind the ears, son.
This is a real good hideout.
Mestiza, you have been keeping an iron face.
The stagecoach carrying the gold
should arrive next.
I'm really getting bored of the stagecoaches.
Oh sweet Mary, mother of God.
What a dreadful journey.
Hey, it's fixed.
Ladies, let's go.
Let's go!
Ah.
Oh, oh shit!
Let's go!
Come on boy.
You ain't ready for me yet, boy.
You're just a cheater, old man.
How're you old boys doing?
You are a cheater.
Well, we made it.
We thought you weren't coming.
Damn mud.
A stretch of the road was flooded out.
We had to head back about 10 miles in the rain.
God, I could use a drink.
Bringing more people every day, huh?
You've got too many horses.
Yeah, that railroad is gonna be the end of us.
When is the next stagecoach coming?
Depends, where you headed?
Oregon.
Last coach for Oregon left over 10 hours ago.
What you got in there, your embroidery?
No, a loved one, now deceased.
Well, that's the shortest loved one now deceased
that I've ever come across.
So you don't know when the next stagecoach arrives?
Well now, miss, I'd like to answer that question for you,
but I can't.
We have a very important appointment.
We can't be late.
Oh, well I've been working here 15 years now,
and a stagecoach has never been on time.
I knew we would never get there on time.
Anne.
Can you help with the trunk?
Come on, old man.
Okay, you listen, Miss Liz.
Now Ernie and Chris are about the finest folk
you're gonna find for this part of the world.
You best consider yourself lucky, alright?
Do we seem concerned?
Let's go.
You treat them better than your underwear.
These papers are worth a fortune.
Father knew what he was doing when he bought
lands in Oregon.
When we sell them, we'll be rich.
You ladies need anything?
We'd certainly like to take a bath.
This ain't no hotel.
We don't have a bathroom.
Don't you wash?
We use water from the well.
There's a river about half a mile from here
where you can bathe.
I'd be happy to take you there if you want to.
Thank you.
Oh my.
Women.
Don't even look at her.
The river is straight up ahead.
You'll see.
Someone just died, huh?
Obviously.
Our father...
Anne.
I'm sorry, my condolences.
Apology accepted.
By the way, I'm Anne, and this is my sister, Liz.
Nice to meet you.
You're headed west, right?
I'm heading west too.
I'm gonna settle there.
Maybe you can hitch a ride in our stagecoach,
if it ever gets here.
You sure you can find the way back?
I'm sure we can, don't worry.
Thank you.
Thanks, Chris.
No problem, Anne.
Maybe we'll see each other in Oregon.
Where you all from, gentlemen?
The seventh, a legendary regiment.
Never mind about the girl.
The poor thing, she can't talk.
They cut her tongue out.
The bastards who did that to you, child, were cowards.
Well, my men need to rest, and they're hungry too.
Is there any food here?
Sure, there's plenty for everyone.
Well, you don't need to worry about the girl.
I fed her already.
Shut up, Cuba.
Where's the rest of your men, Colonel?
Dead, all dead.
Luck wasn't on their side.
I guess it ain't on my side either.
Well, you're right about that one.
This isn't your lucky day.
Cuba, please.
Shit!
Hey, Cuba.
I'll just be on my way.
It's too small.
Give me that.
You deal with the boy.
I'll deal with the horses.
Are you sure we're gonna get all that money?
A lot of people would kill for that land.
Why didn't father wanna be buried?
Well, he always was a man ahead of his time.
He was one of the first Americans to be cremated,
and he said all the time, he said:
I'll be ashes.
Not food for the worms.
He was different.
Very different.
Not many fathers would teach their daughters to shoot,
but he did.
Yeah, we were lucky.
But they say that when you're cremated,
you go straight to hell.
Don't be stupid.
Father didn't believe in that, and you shouldn't either.
Yeah.
Come on, get dressed.
That's...
His thing.
Lord in heaven.
Hey, Colonel!
You get the horses.
I'll try to get the papers.
Catch 'em.
Look over there.
Catch them, Red.
Alright, I found you.
Game's over, I got one of ya!
Come out of there!
Come out of there or I'll slit her throat!
Ha!
In the name of God, why?
Why?
War is a tough thing, old man, and it makes men crazy.
Why?
Well, hello ladies.
Don't you worry about us.
We're only here to provide a little entertainment.
After all, there's nothing for miles around.
Cuba, come on, be nice and say hello to the ladies.
Ladies.
That's enough.
Come on, inside.
Bad, bad, bad boy.
Looks like you've got a full house.
What do you want, you son of a bitch?
The stuff people used to worship God.
Gold, when's it coming?
We don't know, it never tells when it's coming.
Now why do you bother to defend what's not yours, hm?
I know a stagecoach comes here and stops loaded with it.
So when is it coming?
Is it today or tomorrow?
We never know when it's comin' or when it's goin'.
No, I don't believe you.
No.
Hey, don't pull the trigger yet, Cuba.
I wouldn't do that.
Now only shoot when you have to.
And you, are you gonna beg?
Now the state calls its own violence law,
but that of the individual crime.
So let it be so.
Enjoy the trip, you old fool.
Wake up boy.
Come on.
Hey!
Stop it!
If all goes well, I will be merciful.
I'm not a criminal.
I only want what's mine and to uphold the law.
My law.
Gold's in the stagecoach.
The driver knows us, and they'll ask for Ernest.
If they suspect something ain't right,
they'll either leave or start shooting.
Then you will die.
Guards are better than the federals.
Way better than the rangers.
Believe me, they're not as good as you think.
How about some food?
You must be really hungry by now, hm?
Sometime ago, in Nebraska, we were robbing a bank.
Everything was going well until this fellow started
to get nervous.
He kept repeating this over and over:
They're gonna catch you.
So I just took my revolver
and smashed his face with the butt of it.
I shouldn't have done it, because then he started
bleeding and choking on his own teeth.
It was really disgusting.
He was coughing and spitting blood all over the place.
Well, this woman started crying, so I tried to explain
to her that that wasn't our intention,
but at the same time this other lady started crying
and wakes up her baby.
And that baby started wailing uncontrollably.
I tell you, that baby's cry hammered in my head
as if a goddam cicada had gotten inside my ear.
Everybody was screaming, everyone.
It was a domino effect.
One would start screaming, and the next one would scream
even louder, and so on until all of them were screaming.
And then I found it, silence.
And then,
then they were all dead.
They were just there, lying on the floor all of them, dead.
I had no choice but to put an end to that infernal concert.
I tell you all of this because I wouldn't like
any of that to happen to you,
especially being such fine young ladies as you are.
Right, friend?
I'm not your friend, you dirty son of a whore.
Hey Cuba, make coffee.
Yeah, a lot of coffee.
It's gonna be a long night.
We'll have so stay calm.
I hate that pig.
Shh, wait.
♪ Pain makes you forget, forget you're alive
♪ 'Cause the pain will not leave you
♪ Now to feel your life
♪ With much real death and with much real pain
♪ 'Cause we are just not weak, but we're human again
♪ Sometimes the pain makes you feel you must fight
♪ Sometimes the pain makes you feel you're strong
♪ You might fear death and you might fear pain
♪ 'Cause we are just not weak, but human again
Three, five, six, seven, eight, nine.
Hey, trooper, you don't talk much do you?
So what's a lost soul like you doing
in a shit hole like this, hm?
I ain't no lost soul.
Well, then you'd better be careful
because you never know when you may lose it.
Stand up and listen.
On your feet.
Please.
Good.
Oh, little boy,
if you had only traveled as I've traveled.
Seen the things I've seen.
Listen.
Kill or be killed,
there is no alternative.
The winner will be the master and the loser the slave.
You're a traitor, a deserter.
A traitor?
A deserter?
I'm no deserter.
I lead a revolution, a quest for individual liberty.
My liberty.
Your liberty.
If you only had the guts.
Now you're free to do as you wish.
I refuse to be a pawn in a game of chess.
Come on boy, do it!
Do it!
Just as I thought.
Or perhaps you prefer a knife, hm?
Or should I try it, hm?
Wow, very impressive.
Pretty, young, and a virgin, right?
A treasure many men would die for.
Hey, don't be scared.
Look at me, don't be scared.
I'm not the one you need to worry about.
You bastards.
Watch your tongue or you may lose it.
Stay calm.
Leave her alone!
Do you wanna fight with me?
Do you?
Oh, boo hoo.
Come, come with me.
Nothing will happen to you, I promise.
See, hm?
Now look at Red.
What do you think?
I think you both could be a great couple.
Much, much better than that coward over there.
Hm, don't you think?
Sure you do.
Now how about a dance, hm?
I'll play for you.
Here we go.
Hey, you're gonna hurt yourself
if you don't let go of that knife.
Red, take the girls into the room and tie them up.
Hey, there's another stagecoach coming.
I'm sorry about your friend.
Hey!
Remember, no funny business.
It's not our stagecoach.
How you doing, boy?
Where's Ernie?
He's taken a few days off to go north.
Old Ernie, I'm sure he'll make the most of it.
On one hell of a bender.
Thank you, sir.
Leaving you to do all the work, huh?
When is dinner?
I'm famished.
I'm sure when it's ready the gentlemen will let us know.
Don't you worry, ma'am, they'll be serving it soon.
Be patient.
Chris, you preparing dinner?
Allow me to present myself.
I'm John Elliot, at your service.
And this is my manservant, Cuba.
Mrs. Whitman.
You're very kind, Mister Elliot.
Thank you.
The first gentleman I've encountered in days.
And you are, Miss?
Call me Rose.
Oh, Rose.
She's my daughter.
Don't be silly, he's an intelligent man.
I'm sure he has already noticed, mother.
It's a real pleasure to meet such a lovely lady.
Oh, charming.
Oh, she's mute.
We're taking her back home.
What happened to her?
We rescued her from the Indians.
Oh, and tell me, what work are you engaged in?
Well, we collaborate with the law.
A collaborator of the law?
Yeah, a collaborator with the law.
If somebody's willing to pay us to catch bandits,
it's not our fault.
You're telling me you wouldn't do it for free?
Have we met before?
I don't know, have we?
Maybe, or maybe it wasn't worth remembering,
or maybe it wasn't a nice encounter.
I'm Zingarelli.
Oh, Zingarelli.
Shoe polish seller.
Italiano?
Italiano.
Ah, I love your country.
Italia, bella, eh?
- True. - I met someone who cooked
the best pasta I've ever tried.
His spaghetti were delicious.
Where is your friend from?
Oh, he wasn't my friend.
Zingarelli.
Dinner is ready, if you may be seated.
- Alright. - Please, ladies.
There is a storm a-brewing.
The horses are getting nervous.
Mestizos, negroes, Italians, what is this?
Stop flirting with that man,
he's old enough to be your father.
I bet you'd love that.
Insolent!
Zingarelli, you old fox.
Well, I don't want to be indiscreet,
but may I ask where you're traveling to?
West, of course, the promised land.
The land of dreams.
Yeah.
Although they also say it's revolver country.
- But it cannot be all roses. - Uh huh.
I'll bet it's full of savages.
- Mother! - Yes, there is danger.
There is danger of course, but dangers give us
the opportunity to be more interesting of everything.
So the land of opportunity.
So we need to go first.
First to what?
First, first, because we become first rich.
You mean gold?
Yeah, gold too, that's important,
but really important is the future.
Gold is better.
I'm with you on that, Mrs. Whitman.
I prefer the wealth of today than that of tomorrow.
Yes, we can start all over again,
but not with the mistakes of the past.
What we need is freedom.
- Freedom? - Freedom.
An interesting concept.
Yes, sir.
If you'll allow me, I recommend reading
The Unique One and his Property.
I've never met a bounty hunter who has read a book before.
Collaborator of the law.
Whatever you wanna call it, my friend.
I've never met anyone who could read,
aside from the preacher, and he only used it to bore us.
Well, there's a first time for everything.
All this is very interesting.
Stirner proposes the idea of the sovereign self.
Excuse me?
I'll summarize it for you.
The individual must be the only supreme being,
freed from of all moral or religious charges.
You see, only in this way will man reach the full potential
of his existence.
When he embraces his true selfishness.
I beg your pardon, but I didn't understand
a word you said.
Mother!
Me neither.
Make the effort, it's much easier than it seems.
The bookworm is a collaborator of the law?
Mark my words.
Don't forget what I've told you.
Chris, more whisky please.
My bones are aching because of that
infernal box on wheels.
I don't understand why the railroad hasn't arrived
all over the country by now.
Traveling by stagecoach is so old-fashioned.
It's not that bad.
It's like a rocking chair.
A very hard rocking chair.
My rump hurts, too, but we have to learn to adapt.
I don't think the railroad has a future,
but for our jobs' sake, I hope that's true.
Right, Chris?
You're very quiet today.
Not feeling good.
Bad stomach.
Now I present you my little treasure
and allow you to try this elixir.
Free of charge this time.
Please, keep one.
Zingarelli, you know how to win over clients.
You'll like it even more when I tell you the price.
I sell them for a discount for you.
Can I really try one?
Ask him.
Can I really try one?
Go easy, Cuba.
Zingarelly, you old fox.
This is real good.
You wanna try, lady?
Really?
I don't approve of alcohol.
Try it, it's very good.
Look at Cuba guzzling it.
I'd like to try it.
Rose, you're forgetting you're a lady.
It won't kill me.
Rules are made to be broken.
Don't worry, Mrs. Whitman, just once won't hurt.
We're all friends here.
Hey Chris, take a shot.
No, thanks.
If old Ernie heard you say that,
he'll give you a slap on the head.
No, no, no, he would drink for both of 'em.
Damn you, Ernie.
To your health.
Bravo, bravo.
Excellent liquor.
Bravo Zingarelli.
Chris, didn't Ernie take his violin?
It never leaves his side.
It's broken.
Do you know the song?
What song?
The song, the violin.
How did it go?
♪ Always over mountains, over sands, and over seas
♪ You never tire, never tire
♪ Always over mountains, and we're singing on the waves
Come on.
♪ Always over mountains, and we're singing on the waves
♪ Always over mountains, over sands, and over seas
♪ Always over mountains
What's going on?
Who's in there?
No!
Now that's what you call bad luck.
Honey, you're done for, but it'll take a while.
Who do you think you are?
The typical coward who suddenly gets brave,
kills the villains and saves the girls?
Now I've seen you shoot left-handed, right?
Yeah.
Consider yourself lucky.
I must say you're a feisty creature.
I know you can't help but think ill of me, hm?
Nothing justifies killing.
We all fight for what's ours.
You think you and I are any different?
Who did you lose, your father?
I've seen his photograph.
How did he die?
He was killed by scum like you.
Ah, I understand.
Now tell me, what would you do if you ever came face to face
with the man who killed your father, hm?
What would you do to him?
Tell me.
Whoa.
That's Tim Rogers coming with the gold.
Things are gonna get rough.
Shit!
What the hell is going on?
I don't like it.
Something's not right.
Shit.
Stay alert.
Move out.
Look around.
No!