‪[dramatic music]
‪[Parker] ‪I need a man with
‪a good gun and a straight spine.
‪You up for the task?
‪I wouldn't be sitting here
‪in my Sunday best if I wasn't.
‪[Parker] Well, let's make it official.
‪[Garrett] ‪Billy Crow. Wanted in connection
‪with a stagecoach robbery.
‪I can help you with that, Deputy Reeves.
‪You Billy Crow?
‪I know where they hid the money ‪they took from that stagecoach.
‪We might investigate this, Bass.
‪No.
‪I ain't asking.
‪You gonna shoot me?
‪No.
‪But they will.
‪[Billy] Thank you, Deputy.
‪Make it out of here, ‪how do I get to do what you do?
‪[Bass] ‪About that Billy Crow,
‪he not a bad soul.
‪Just confused.
‪♪ And when before the throne ♪
‪♪ I stand in Him complete ♪
‪♪ I'll lay my trophies down ♪
‪♪ All down at Jesus' feet ♪
‪[dark, suspenseful music]
‪♪ Jesus paid it all ♪
‪♪ All to Him I owe ♪
‪♪ Sin had left a crimson stain ♪
‪♪ He washed it white as snow ♪
‪[thunder rumbling]
‪No trouble here, ma'am.
‪But there you go, ‪looking just like trouble.
‪That's a pretty fire- ‪on-the-mountain you got there.
‪Prettiest I've seen.
‪Bet you wanted for killing.
‪No, ma'am. Nothing so bold.
‪Just introducing.
‪Introducing what?
‪-Whiskey. ‪-Well, that ain't no sin.
‪Lord knows I say howdy ‪three times a day myself.
‪[chuckles]
‪Don't see many friendly faces up this way.
‪Not looking to see any.
‪Ain't as friendly as I used to be, either.
‪No shame in taking care.
‪And I see you take plenty ‪good care all on your own.
‪Those who are gracious ‪to the poor lend to the Lord.
‪And the Lord will fully repay them.
‪You know God's works
‪and His Good Book, too?
‪Can't read a word.
‪Never learned to, ‪but know it all by heart.
‪That your boys there?
‪Devil's own, more like it.
‪[sighs] Good Lord knows I tried, though.
‪Still can't harden my heart to 'em,
‪even when they break it.
‪Thought I spied a creek snaking by.
‪Yonder down bottom.
‪-Hog wallow, mostly. ‪-Hmm.
‪Didn't see any razorbacks up this way.
‪Mm. 'Cause they so wily.
‪Little like those Indians.
‪You see any of them either, ‪Mr. Joe Gamble?
‪No, ma'am.
‪There you go, then.
‪See to that crick ‪and haul me back a bucket.
‪I might see to rustling us up ‪something proper.
‪That'd be welcome.
‪[foreboding music]
‪[water rushing]
‪[Wylie] ‪Who the hell are you?
‪I say again, who the hell?
‪Oh, stop all this wake snakes now.
‪I done told you, this here's Joseph.
‪Joe Gamble. He knows the Good Book
‪and done more chores today ‪than either of you.
‪[Wylie] Yeah, well, he better know to toss
‪that blue lightning tucked in his belt.
‪And that, I won't say again.
‪[Bass] Not the first
‪-to draw on me today. ‪-You want to bet I'm the last?
‪-[gun clicks] ‪-[Darrell laughs]
‪-[Darrell] Come on. ‪-[Wylie] Come on, Joe.
‪-[Darrell] Supper! [laughs] ‪-[footsteps recede]
‪[door closes]
‪[Darrell laughing]
‪And then, see,
‪it ain't no tiny mule at all,
‪it's just that little ‪Mexican feller Hidalgo.
‪[laughs]
‪Goddamn it, Darrell.
‪You cackle like a girl ‪done up in her Sunday best.
‪You hurt my head ‪with your silly caterwauling.
‪Don't be profane under this roof.
‪Might see about…
‪Might see about giving ‪that silly head of yours
‪a right real hurting, huh?
‪You finally grow a pecker ‪under them skirts?
‪[Dolliver] Now, now, we've got us a guest.
‪It can't be like this.
‪[Darrell and Wylie grunting]
‪-No. No. No. ‪-[grunting]
‪[punching]
‪[both grunting]
‪-[panting] ‪-[groans]
‪Now see what you done there, Wyles.
‪Now look what you gone and done. Aw.
‪Haul these fool boys of mine ‪off to bed, will you, Joe?
‪Their bad ways done cost me ‪one ear already
‪and a hundred sleepless nights.
‪Wonder he still even has a nose.
‪Get your rest. I got 'em now.
‪[Darrell grunts]
‪[Bass grunts]
‪[dark, haunting music]
‪[snoring]
‪[clinking]
‪[Wylie] Hey. [grunts]
‪-[Bass] Stop. ‪-Hey.
‪Whoa.
‪What the hell?
‪[Darrell and Wylie muttering]
‪Aw, come on.
‪[soaring, triumphant music]
‪♪ While I draw this fleeting breath ♪
‪♪ When mine eyelids close in death ♪
‪♪ When I rise to worlds unknown ♪
‪♪ And behold Thee on Thy throne ♪
‪♪ Rock of Ages, cleft for me ♪
‪♪ Let me hide myself in Thee ♪
‪-[applause] ‪-[Broom] Thank you, choir.
‪So honored to introduce Mr. Edwin Jones,
‪a brother and visionary
‪who's traveled far ‪with hopes for our future.
‪[applause]
‪[Edwin] Thank you, Pastor Broom.
‪[congregation murmuring]
‪So good to be called on today.
‪-Amen. ‪-Amen.
‪So good to stand
‪before all these fine families here,
‪reminding me of my own back in Chicago.
‪Celeste, my dear wife.
‪Little Henry and Helen, too.
‪You know, it's a hard road I walk
‪that takes me so far away from them.
‪[woman] Hallelujah.
‪-But one worth every step. ‪-[applause]
‪I'm no pastor, but I do bring a good word.
‪-Praise God. ‪-Amen. All right.
‪[Edwin] A promise.
‪But first I ask,
‪who here owns their land?
‪[low murmuring]
‪Don't be shy now.
‪Revel in what you have.
‪The Lord wishes you ‪to prosper in all things,
‪-as your soul prospers. ‪-[applause]
‪[man] Yes, He does.
‪That is my promise to you.
‪-[congregation] Amen. ‪-A place where we all prosper.
‪Where we no longer borrow ‪or beg from white folk.
‪-[man] No, sir. ‪-Where only God
‪owns the sky above us.
‪[congregation] Amen.
‪And we all own the land below that.
‪-Yes, sir! Yes, sir. ‪-[applause]
‪My dear friend here will ‪show you of what I speak.
‪And if Pastor Broom raises no quarrel,
‪Esme will pass the plate, too,
‪since even Eden's trees ‪sprouted from a tiny seed.
‪-[congregation assenting] ‪-[applause]
‪[indistinct chatter]
‪Mama, can I run with Delcia ‪down to the water?
‪For a spell.
‪But, young lady, church is ‪no place for all that skin.
‪Oh, Lord.
‪Aren't we something now? [laughing]
‪[Esme and Jennie laugh]
‪Esme, please invite ‪your friend for a visit.
‪If she can ever escape ‪all those sweet embraces.
‪Your mama would tan your hide ‪if she caught you.
‪-She'd likely whup us both. ‪-[scoffs]
‪And then shoot you.
‪[laughs]
‪We don't have long.
‪Delcia's bad at secrets.
‪I tried my hand at one of them ‪poems you're always on about.
‪You did, now?
‪-A whole poem? ‪-Not so hard.
‪"How do I love thee?
‪Let me count the ways.
‪I love thee to the depth
‪and breadth and height my soul can reach,
‪when feeling out of sight." ‪-[chuckles]
‪You didn't write that, Arthur Mayberry.
‪That's Miss Barrett Browning, ‪a nice English lady.
‪[laughs]
‪Well, I could have written it,
‪if she hadn't gone and done it first.
‪Mm.
‪[slow, wistful music]
‪That's all love is, anyway.
‪Something feeling good ‪and perfect for the first time,
‪just… all over again.
‪And again.
‪[dark, suspenseful music]
‪[Bass] Get these two locked up tight.
‪You done ruined my hat, Deputy.
‪Not much use for it soon enough.
‪We ride at first light.
‪[animal howls]
‪Good thing you rustle grub ‪better than you wager, Tate.
‪I told you Bass would bring ‪'em back without a scratch.
‪Well, with not so many, anyways.
‪And at least no bullet holes. ‪Bass takes pride in that.
‪[Ramsey] Least they get ‪some kind of judgment.
‪Least they ain't just gonna ‪up and disappear.
‪'Cause when you see old Mr. Sundown…
‪…you never see the sun come up again.
‪[Bass] That's enough.
‪Hmm.
‪Old Mr. Sundown.
‪Now, he was a slave catcher.
‪He sired some whelps ‪on these three Kongo sisters
‪he brought back in chains.
‪Sickly, the whole lot.
‪So?
‪He cooked and ate 'em up.
‪It's said he roam the dark even now.
‪Finding fresh slaves.
‪Some say he building ‪a plantation with skin and bone.
‪A dark, dark church,
‪full of hell's music.
‪♪ He ride by night ♪
‪-That's enough. ‪-♪ Drawn fast ♪
‪♪ To the firelight ♪
‪♪ He ride by nigh… ♪
‪Enough.
‪Billy, read him a verse.
‪Leviticus 26:6.
‪"I will give peace in the land, ‪and you shall lie down
‪and none will make you afraid.
‪I will rid the land of evil beasts,
‪and the sword will not ‪go through your land.
‪You will chase your enemies, ‪and they shall 'fail'
‪by the sword before you."
‪Bass! [panting]
‪You okay?
‪Mm.
‪[clears throat]
‪Yes, love. Just a fright.
‪[exhales]
‪Nights get so quiet out here.
‪Quiet without Daddy.
‪[wind blowing]
‪-[tense, percussive music] ‪-[both grunting]
‪[Tate] Get him, Bass, come on.
‪Get him!
‪Woo-hoo!
‪[shouting indistinctly]
‪Yeah!
‪[laughs]
‪[Bass and Ramsey grunting]
‪Bass.
‪Bass!
‪Come see what else he done.
‪[Tate] Goddamn.
‪Should've shut him up sooner, Bass.
‪You gonna tell me you locked ‪him up tight like I told you?
‪Like I always tell you?
‪And you gonna tell me that your ‪old Mr. Sundown did this thing?
‪[chuckles] Oh, no, Deputy.
‪I done it.
‪And you know it. [laughs]
‪I felt your beating heart, ‪and you felt mine.
‪Can I kill this crazy old fool, Bass?
‪-[laughs] ‪-He's a goddamn blight.
‪You ain't no law here.
‪This here's hell.
‪Until God say otherwise,
‪I'm the only law there is.
‪[grunts]
‪[sinister music]
‪[soft, atmospheric music]
‪[Bass] Good to see you safe, Minco.
‪Set to grab a few more for Parker
‪and then clear out before the cold set in.
‪It's already cold.
‪Long days?
‪Too long.
‪Ready to ride for home.
‪Got anything for me?
‪Day back,
‪saw a white man guiding ‪two Paints and a palomino,
‪west to Checotah.
‪Small eyes, bigger mouth.
‪Silas Cobb.
‪Fancy hisself a horse trader.
‪Not even a white man's law against that.
‪It is when the…
‪horses you're fixing to trade are stolen.
‪[chuckles]
‪Need more rifles?
‪I need a week off this horse ‪and my own bed.
‪Figure I sweet-talk Cobb ‪into a pair of cuffs.
‪[laughs softly]
‪Don't talk long.
‪I saw your name staked out ‪on the Dead Line.
‪Big bounty.
‪Men gunning for you.
‪For you, too.
‪[soft, dramatic music]
‪[grunts]
‪Keep your eyes open.
‪That's easy, ‪akana.
‪I don't sleep.
‪[upbeat piano music playing]
‪[cheering]
‪Go out back.
‪Keep an eye on something ‪that ain't got a dress on.
‪We done paid our taxes twice over.
‪I ain't here for that.
‪But I do have business.
‪[laughs]
‪Honey, we do plenty kinds ‪of business here.
‪[intriguing music]
‪[Billy] You're gonna read all ‪about me in those pages one day.
‪Heck, might even pen them myself.
‪Is that so?
‪Gonna waste ink on a man
‪who lurks out here in the dark
‪while his friend's inside ‪having all the fun?
‪Huh.
‪[Billy clears throat]
‪I said I was looking for Silas Cobb.
‪Said I don't know such.
‪And we're not so particular on names.
‪You know everybody.
‪Give me a door quick, ‪or I start busting them all.
‪[sighs]
‪Last door on the right.
‪He come alone?
‪People come here so they don't ‪have to be alone.
‪[dark, suspenseful music]
‪Go on down and give word ‪to my man outside.
‪Don't raise a fuss, ‪and we'll be saddled up
‪before anybody know the better.
‪Everybody already knows.
‪[woman moaning]
‪[man grunting]
‪[woman] [laughing] Oh, yeah, baby.
‪[speaks indistinctly, laughs]
‪[moaning]
‪[man] Yeah.
‪-Like that? You like that? ‪-Yeah.
‪[woman moaning]
‪[man] Oh, yeah.
‪[both moaning]
‪-[moaning] ‪-Oh, yeah.
‪-Yeah, yeah. ‪-Oh, wait.
‪[screams]
‪Easy, Cobb.
‪-[grunts] ‪-No need to dance.
‪Get some clothes on,
‪and let's leave these folk in peace.
‪[Silas] Holy hell.
‪Bass Reeves got the jump on me ‪through the goddamn window.
‪Least you're known to be ‪a reasonable Black bastard.
‪I said easy,
‪but hard is just fine.
‪Don't.
‪Won't say it again.
‪I'm afraid you got ‪the upper hand, as it were.
‪I'm not pigeon-livered.
‪But how about we make a deal here anyway?
‪An easy arrangement?
‪Say I trade you a real outlaw,
‪that dark-hearted bastard Jim Webb.
‪Heard you might've crossed a path or two.
‪That thing's older than you.
‪[Billy] What do you know about it?
‪[sighs] Got an eight-inch ‪barrel, .44-caliber cartridge.
‪Loaded up, weighs three pounds heavy,
‪and you best account for it ‪if you draw fast.
‪Aim a bit high, I'd say.
‪Either way, it bucks like a bronco
‪and is only good for a hundred steps.
‪Beyond, you better switch to a rifle.
‪Or pray.
‪[laughs softly]
‪You learn all that in there?
‪In there.
‪Out here, I'm hoping ‪for some peace and quiet.
‪Think I'm going to marry you.
‪Baby, I get married a dozen times a week.
‪I'm Billy Crow.
‪You want to know my name, it's two bits:
‪one for the house and one for me.
‪Three bits, and you can ‪call me any name you want.
‪Hey, don't you want to know how it ends?
‪Oh, they all end the same.
‪Don't get yourself killed, ‪maybe we'll talk again.
‪Fix them good. They won't bite.
‪Deputy Reeves, I done told you all.
‪We had a deal, fair and square.
‪Our deal was, I wouldn't shoot you
‪and I'd tell Parker you sang.
‪Where's my deal, Deputy?
‪I don't get dirty for free.
‪I ain't his wife.
‪Whoa! Put the gun down.
‪[exciting music]
‪[grunts]
‪[indistinct chatter]
‪Oh, no.
‪-Look out! ‪-Hey, stop.
‪[grunts]
‪[bystanders gasping, murmuring]
‪[grunts]
‪[Silas grunting]
‪Goddamn son of a bitch.
‪You shot me dead like a dog in the street.
‪You're not dead. Not yet.
‪He's gonna need a doc, Bass.
‪He's gonna need one bad.
‪Let me go.
‪No, I'll ride.
‪Don't leave me.
‪[muffled scream]
‪[pounding on door]
‪Yes?
‪It's late.
‪Even for you, Deputy.
‪Who got plugged, law or outlaw?
‪Both die about the same, and ‪my man will, too, without help.
‪Then hold him.
‪-[muffled screaming continues] ‪-[saw scraping]
‪[gentle, somber music]
‪I helped him
‪write something sweet ‪to his wife over in Jenks.
‪Didn't know nothing else to do.
‪Not that he thanked me.
‪Most dying men ain't grateful.
‪-Reckon not. ‪-His wife's name?
‪Said it was Grace.
‪Give me the letter.
‪Should've aimed high, Billy.
‪[Billy] Had it coming, the way I see it.
‪Course he did.
‪Still don't make it right, do it?
‪Don't rain on me like that, Bass.
‪Silas Cobb was a drunkard,
‪an adulterer, a thief,
‪but a man all the same.
‪The second I called out his name,
‪that man was my responsibility.
‪Our responsibility.
‪Look at it.
‪Think of each one as a man's life.
‪One we're either saving or taking.
‪Law says we get to make the choice
‪'cause we got the badge,
‪but only God know if we're right.
‪Good thing, too, 'cause I sure don't.
‪And if I don't, what the hell ‪could you know about it?
‪Want to get us paid or not?
‪[Edwin] Is it true
‪he speaks Native as good as any?
‪That he makes his arrests ‪out in the Bad Lands,
‪deep in the Territory?
‪Places no one else will go.
‪Men no one else wants to trifle with.
‪It doesn't seem to bother him ‪much, and neither do those men.
‪How many has he sent ‪to their Heavenly Reward?
‪Bass would say one is too many.
‪Tell Jennie about our plans ‪for Indian Territory.
‪The townships.
‪Paradise?
‪A poetic turn of phrase.
‪But sadly, as you once told me,
‪there is no paradise, ‪no Zion over the next hill.
‪If we want it, we will have to build it.
‪Choctaw, Seminole and the rest ‪might have a say.
‪[sighs]
‪I do want to believe it, though. I do.
‪But pretty pamphlets and flowery ‪phrases don't plow fields.
‪And they sure don't hammer nails.
‪Most days, I can't keep a fence ‪from falling at that farm.
‪[laughs softly] You are forthright.
‪But I'm not making idle promises.
‪I am not selling fool's gold.
‪What I am proposing
‪will require work and sweat,
‪blood and treasure.
‪[slow, somber music]
‪You killed him dead, or Bass done it?
‪Finally got blood on your hands
‪and a haint hiding in your heart.
‪You ain't sleeping sound no more.
‪[laughs]
‪Oh, there he go.
‪[chuckles]
‪How bad a good man got to be, Billy Crow?
‪How bad?
‪Better to kill a man and live with that,
‪than give ole Mr. Sundown his blood due.
‪Better that, Billy Crow.
‪Better that.
‪[cackles]
‪Billy the Killer Crow!
‪You can kiss them ‪peaceful nights goodbye, boy.
‪-Billy the Killer Crow! ‪-Put them hands up.
‪I see it in your eyes.
‪[tense, dramatic music]
‪[slow, somber music]
‪Evening, ma'am.
‪[Grace] Oh.
‪I heard you and your horse ‪both a ways off.
‪Even the quiet carries ‪clear and far out here,
‪just like church bells.
‪You come with word on Silas?
‪Yes, ma'am.
‪I take it he's dead, then?
‪-Sorry to say. ‪-And I take it
‪he died in the company of a woman?
‪They did seem… familiar.
‪So, you the man that done him?
‪Bad deal all around.
‪My debt is this letter.
‪Silas's last words to you.
‪That's right kind, but…
‪kind of sad, too, don't you think?
‪Silas eager to tell me things ‪he'd never say when he was here.
‪Not that he was here overly much.
‪Hard on a household.
‪I know.
‪Let me get something nice for your horse.
‪Thank you.
‪You best read that letter quick.
‪They say ole Sundown rides ‪on nights like these.
‪[slow, somber music]
‪This thing out here…
‪…been so, so hard.
‪God didn't give me the tongue ‪to tell it well.
‪[playing inaudibly]
‪But at least He gave me you.
‪My heart…
‪hurt when we apart.
‪Only stars to guide me home.
‪Guide me to you.
‪[crying softly]
‪[nearby crunch]
‪[dark, tense music]
‪You wonder why your children ‪don't recognize you anymore?
‪I have a duty. Swore an oath.
‪[Sherrill] ‪You are to deliver ‪the prisoner Jackson Cole
‪to the Red River,
‪and turn him over to the Rangers.
‪You ride out tomorrow.
‪-[horse whinnies] ‪-[thunder crackling]
‪Black folks been disappearing ‪up and down the Territory.
‪Bring to mind all the aggravated horrors
‪and may God have mercy on you.
‪[slow, dramatic music]