Dead in Tombstone

The West...

People call it "The

New Frontier."

It sounds almost nice.

They'll tell you it's built on

the backs of God fearing folks

with true grit in their hands and

the American Dream in their hearts.

Well, whoever wrote that's

sellin' snake oil, sure as sh*t.

The real West is a heartless,

lawless viper pit.

An American nightmare, forged

by the flames of hell...

and the hammer of the beast.

I already know.

I am Lucifer...

and I devour the souls of men.

In the West, I

never go hungry.

Red Cavanaugh. Murdering

son of a b*tch.

Open up!

Do you renounce the evil

powers of this world

that corrupt and destroy

the creatures of God?

Do you renounce the

sinful desires

that draw you from

the love of God?

I got the beast in me, Father.

In His name, I will spill the

blood of every bull in this yard,

before that sun rises.

Guerrero!

Guerrero!

Guerrero!

Yeah!

His six months in hell are over.

Gracias.

De nada.

Hey, Baptiste,

I don't know what smells worse,

you or that sh*t you're making.

Thought you were French.

You want me to shovel

it up your cul?

Hey, hey, enough, eat it!

Do you want some?/ F***, no.

Still having them nightmares?

I seen him.

Seen who?

The demon that haunts my dreams.

Sure it was him?

It's my penance.

Hermano, I got us a big score.

Could set us up for life.

Get us off this hand

to-mouth sh*t we been doing.

I'm listening.

It's a Colorado town.

They got 'em a stone

and quartz quarry.

Devil stones from Yuma

prison come from there.

Town called Edendale.

God's country.

Turns out, they struck

a vein of gold.

Big one.

When?

Few months ago.

What else?

Well...

They been banking the gold up

because they got a little mineral

rights dispute happening.

You got no right, Judah

Clark, you got no right!

Mineral rights on the

deed are plain as day!

They belong to Edendale

and its founding members.

And you're staring

at the first one!

If you could read, you

would see that they say

you have the right to pull

gypsum from the quarry.

That is all.

Mineral rights is

mineral rights!

And everybody's gettin' greedy.

Goddamned limey bastard!

And I suggest you hold your tongue

when it comes to Mother England,

you tin pan mongrel! Hey!

God damn it, Jack! Do you want

to spend the night in the hole?

Guy on the inside says the sheriff's

getting real cagey, right?

I am sworn to uphold the law.

And the law says all

mineral disputes

gotta be settled by the

federal judge in Denver.

He's so stupid.

He didn't wanna move the

land transport to Denver.

He didn't wanna hire

personal security.

Till then, said goddamned minerals will

be impounded by local authorities.

That's me.

Take it to the vault.

And the sheriff's keepin' the gold

vaulted till they all settle.

In the bank?

That's stupid.

Now, personally, I don't

care who owns the gold.

What I care about is this town.

And I will be goddamned if I let it

burn on account of greed and graft.

Who else knows?

Far as I know, just me.

You sure about this?

Never more, hermano.

It's two hard days

ride to Colorado.

We ride at first light.

Rojo.

About your stretch...

No hard feelings?/

Forgive and forget.

Sh*t, I know things ain't

panned out in the past.

This is different, hermano.

This is different.

We're square.

Bueno.

Come on... Let's go!

What men?

Have you seen them before?

You should go get your husband

That's a good idea Yeah.

Afternoon, boys.

Honey, we're a little

busy, here, right now.

Well, I guess Greedy

and Seedy, over here,

can't handle their affairs

like a couple of men.

And, speakin' of which, a gang of

gunfighters just rode into town.

Reckon they're headed

for the saloon.

How you know they're

gunfighters?

Just a hunch, really.

Seein' as they're all splattered in

blood and bristling with Blue steel.

That is rather

disquieting, Sheriff.

Perhaps you should

go and talk to them.

About what, Judah? Ain't it legal

to pack iron in this county?

Now, we got laws,

here in Edendale.

Soon as you see one of them James

Gang in the saloon breaking one,

you come and tell me.

Until that moment, we've got

business we need to settle here.

Home, sweet home, brother.

Darko, whiskey.

Good afternoon.

What're you havin'?

Whiskey!

Come here, come here.

Well, it doesn't look like a

town laden with gold, Red.

I told you boys, they're havin'

a land dispute in this town.

Gold's all locked up till

the judge makes a decision.

I can't believe they stored it

all in that sh*t box of a bank.

The bank is easy

either way, you know?

Even if they don't have any

gold, we could use the cash.

Maybe stick around.

Get some putas.

Hey...

We do the job and that's it.

But we hit the

bank tonight Yeah.

Yeah, cheers.

You make sure the sheriff and

his men don't get in our way.

Darko, Baptiste, you watch

our back on Saloon Street.

We don't want no surprises.

Rojo Yeah, brother.

Come for the gold,

nothing more.

Nobody dies, unless

they're asking for it.

Now, I don't want your temper

making heroes out of folks...

that would otherwise

just let it be.

Si Vamonos.

I was talking with the girls

about it this afternoon.

Yeah, what did they say?

Well, let me get you a strong drink

Wait, give me a kiss, first.

Love you, baby

Love you, sweetie.

Smells good.

Evening.

Hey...

Deputies.../ Cheers.

And, Sheriff One more.

I told you, it's not... It's not

the stove that's gonna be...

You got enough dynamite?

Never enough dynamite.

This is gonna get

loud Got it, got it.

Get down!/ Calathea!

No need to be a hero, Sheriff!

Hey, just stay put. Boys and I

are gonna take care of this.

Just stay inside, with

your little wife!

If anyone tries to come in

through that door that ain't us,

you shoot 'em.

Washington, go get the wagon.

Go on!/ All right.

Look at all the gold.

You doubted me?

Nicely done, little brother.

Sheriff, you okay?

Ramos.

Save your positions!

Hold your fire!

Hold your fire!

Jack!

Let's get over to the bank,

we can still save the gold!

I don't care if

they get the gold.

You gotta protect the families.

I am deputizing you, as of now.

You and your boys are to position

yourself behind Saloon Street,

near them houses, okay?

Now, go!

Go get 'em.

Lord protect us.

Okay.

Two... One... Go!

Ah, surprise, cabrones!

F***ing b*tch!

You wanna play with

the big boys, huh?

Out of bullets.

Keep your eyes open!

Where are they?

Baptiste!/ There they are!

Come on, take a shot!

This is the sheriff!

Stop where you are and

put your hands up!

Put it down!

Didn't I tell you

to stay inside?

Slowly...

If you wanna live.

Rojo, vamonos.

Hermano, what's the hurry?

To the Victor go

the spoils, huh?

What are you talking about?

Ow, ah, ah, ah!

Okay, okay!

Ow, ah!

Rojo!/ You're hurting me!

We need to get out

of here!/ No!

Leave these people alone!

Calathea!/ Bob, no!

Calathea!/ Bob!

Ah!

No! No!

Rojo, what is wrong

with you?/ No!

What are you doing? We've

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