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Okay.

On the house, deputies.

I pay my own way.

So, uh, about that fella.

You know, the one they hanged?

Spitting in the street.

You want to know what they hanged him for.

Spitting in the street.

That's a capital offense

around here, is it?

It is if you do it when

the sheriff's passing by.

Well, he thinks a lot of himself, don't he?

Who's the boy?

Little Bill.

All grown up now. War hero.

Is that so?

Expecting him home any day now.

You planning a big homecoming, are you?

Like I said, war hero...

Big deal, town this size.

Speak of the devil.

That's, uh, Little Bill's wife.

- Pilar.

- I...

- I made you a picture, Miss Pilar.

- Hands off.

- Is that a warning?

- That's our job.

- Every night, just like clockwork.

- Whiskey.

Cyrus over here is under strict

orders not to serve the lady,

so she makes eyes with

any out-of-towners.

Things get ugly.

That's where we step in.

You should go handle that.

- It don't look ugly to me.

- Not yet.

The lady is spoken for.

Okay, then.

You sure you weren't a little hard on 'em?

They'll get over it.

No touch.

You're the prettiest thing I've ever seen.

Excuse me.

Maybe I wasn't clear.

I said the woman ain't interested.

That so? Let's ask her.

What do you say, Mex?

Let's take this outside.

Let's take it here!

Just to let you fellas know.

There's certain nomenclature

that I take umbrage at

on account of my pa being Mexican.

Ma'am.

You know,

maybe I should have handled that.

Aah! Damn it!

Pinkerton National Detective Agency,

10 Washington Street, Chicago.

Message as follows.

"Apprise Mr. Harknett,

Hedges is alive and in Seward.

Last Drop Hotel."

"Will continue to monitor

for item in question."

That's all.

Hey. Oh, hey, hey, take it easy.

Take it easy.

Oh, no. Shh, shh, shh, shh.

- Mr. Edge?

- Now listen, Benny.

I figured

that it's time that we have

us a little chat about...

about Little Bill.

I... I done... I done

fixed up your horses, uh...

You know the picture

that you made the lady?

Now, you did a swell job with the scar,

ran east-west across

Little Bill's chin, right?

Now, see, the only problem is,

is that I was there when he got that scar.

Battle of Manassas.

And I don't recall seeing you there.

Now, Benny,

that sketch is two days old.

I'm gonna ask you again.

Where is he?

Good man.

Puedo ayudarte?

Oh, Lordy.

You know, uh,

I've seen flimsier locks at Camp Sumter.

Evening, Sergeant Hedges.

Now, I'd set that thing

on the ground right now.

Go on.

There you go.

Now, you and I both know why you're here.

My son sent me a wire, said

you might come looking for him.

Well, unfortunately, he ain't here.

But...

as you can see,

his pretty little wife is.

Now,

I tell you what, it'd

be well worth your while.

What do you say?

I'll just sit over there and watch,

if it's all the same to you.

You do this for all your deputies?

No. Just the ones I like.

No, it's a peace offering.

Not my style.

Now, you see,

there's gratitude for you.

I gave you a damn job today.

I could've put three rounds in your heart.

Well, your generosity

knows no rounds, I get it.

Pilar.

Go on.

Come on.

See that?

Bootlips done that, Negroes.

When they weren't hiding in the cellar,

they was up here painting.

Painting and painting.

Pilar...

every day she lights a candle for 'em.

And every night I snuff it out.

Her way of being rebellious, I suppose.

Something special about you, son.

Most folks are evil.

You're evil,

but you got principles. I like that.

When that yap of yours is in

danger of making a point, wake me.

I'm coming up on something, Hedges.

I'll be moving some precious cargo.

- You want a hired gun?

- A bodyguard, more like it.

And what I'm saying...

If you can find it in your

heart to forgive my son

for whatever the hell he done to you,

I could use a man like you.

Who the hell fired those shots?!

They came from back at the livery, Sheriff!

Son of a b*tch.

Shh. It was Benny who fired the shots.

I asked him to, so we can talk

without Bill knowing.

You...

you have to help me.

- Help you what?

- Get away from here.

- Away from him.

- Lady, look,

no offense, but I came

here to kill your husband.

So whatever you got going

on between you and Papa Bill,

- whatever it is,

- Please, seor...

forget it.

Even if it's about gold, tarado?

You know about the Underground Railroad.

There's talk that the gold never left,

that it's hidden somewhere near the church.

Big Bill's been looking for years now.

I think Benny knows where it is.

I asked him to make keys for me.

He gave me this.

I'll be damned.

So that's why Big Bill

hangs people for spitting.

He needs bodies to bury

so he can dig for gold.

Without anyone knowing, yes.

We find it, we leave.

Simple.

Hey. Yesterday,

the deputy you killed,

I know what you did.

You put him against the sky

so no one in the crowd would get hit.

You changed your aim.

That's just how it turned out.

I do not believe that.

I think there is good in you.

And I can see it.

Get some glasses, sister.

You take what you can have for free?

Drag me to the f***ing

alley. Kill him, Big Bill!

Culero. Kill him.

This is a conundrum, isn't it?

What are you pulling? You

trying to get me strung up?

You'll think of something.

Something that frees us both, huh, cario?

I have no words.

No words!

In fact,

I'm thinking I might not be the right one

to pass judgment for such a heinous crime.

What do you think, son?

Why, I think we should hang him, Pa.

Mm.

Takes after his dad.

Look at that baby.

.44-caliber Henry Rimfire.

28 rounds a minute, I heard.

What do you think about that?

I think the sheriff

would like to add this

one to his collection.

Good night.

Night.

Hedges.

Benny calls me Edge.

I'm starting to cotton to it.

Where is he... Little Bill?

How the f*** would I know?

Lady, I ain't no fiddle,

so why are you playing me?

Tell me why it's so important

to Big Bill that I rape you.

Why?

Because...

because he did. That's why.

So that's that bump

that you're hiding underneath that thing.

He needed you alive.

A day or two.

Enough for people to believe

you could have done this.

Why pin it on me? Little Bill's been back.

Why not just say he did it?

He... cannot...

You know.

And everybody knows that?

You know how it is.

Small town.

Gift from Benny?

There is more.

If we find it, we leave, Hedges.

We go anywhere.

Lady, you ain't listening.

I just got here.

Benny.

We have to talk.

Listen to me, Benny.

The gold you give me sometimes,

where do you get it?

It's, uh... i... it's mine.

Oh, I think it is the slaves' gold, Benny.

The one the sheriff wants.

Little Bill told me he

thinks your papa stole it.

P... Papa was a... a blacksmith.

And he smelted that gold to hide it, no?

Did he not, Benny?

Where is the gold, Benny?

- Where is it?

- I don't... I don't know.

- He didn't tell me.

- You're lying!

I don't think so.

If he'd tell anyone, it'd be you.

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