Edge Page #3
- TV-MA
- Year:
- 2015
- 62 min
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But she's right about your
pa, now, isn't she, Benny?
He melted the gold down and hid it.
I don't... I don't know where he hid it.
- I... I just got some.
- Some?
No!
No! No!
Oh, now, there's no need
to be ashamed, Benny.
You got a right to bear arms.
What do you say, fellas?
It's hotter than a fistfight out there.
Still,
not a bad day for a
hanging, though, isn't it?
What do you think, Mr. Hedges?
I ought to be getting back, Mr. Edge.
Stay with me, Benny.
Keep me company.
Figured you'd be here.
Best place to get a clean shot.
Well, I figured you'd figure.
That's why I brought 15 rounds.
Hey, I ain't gonna stop you.
I held up my end. He's
gonna be at it all day,
slothful little f***.
Is gold worth more than your own son?
Well,
a man's got to prioritize, doesn't he?
Go on. Take your shot.
I'm not sure he's my kid anyway.
28 rounds a minute, I heard.
I think the sheriff
would like to add this
one to his collection.
Weight's off!
I pull the trigger...?
Life becomes interesting.
Boys!
Benny.
You missing something?
He thinks you know where the gold is at.
Only reason you're here
for a clean shot at my son.
But you knew that, right?
Is that... that true, Mr. Edge?
Got to thank you.
'Cause if the idiot here
was there when his daddy was
smelting all of that slave gold,
if that's how he lost his arm...
he's the link I've been missing.
You should've never...
rode into Hate, sir.
Oh!
Finish it.
Oh!
Hey! Hey!
Aah!
Go after that son of a b*tch!
No!
Stop him!
Hey, I'm gonna see how dead he is.
Careful.
Deputy.
Cutting a swath through
my deputies, aren't you?
We're gonna go now.
You can slow-roast out
there or you can drown.
I don't care much which.
I like the simplicity of it.
We'll leave you to it.
Oh...
thanks for the Henry.
Josiah...
Josiah.
I reckon I...
I came back to make amends.
I know I... I can't
bring back your brother.
No, but you got to know it wasn't me.
That was Harknett.
And I want you to know it
was an honor serving with you.
Now, maybe in another life...
I'll see you across the river.
Found him up at the north
end of the valley, Sheriff.
Horse done died right out from under him.
I liked that horse.
Aw, crap.
The hell am I gonna do with you?
We need to have a little talk, you and I.
Why don't you just tell me
where you got my gold hid?
Or do I have to burn some more Negro?
Your throat or that door.
Don't matter to me which opens first.
Where is that thing?
Sh*t.
You got that Henry fixed up?
Right here, Sheriff.
Big Bill Seward?
Sheriff Seward to you.
Sergeant Harknett,
Union Cavalry.
I respect your service, I surely do.
But the war's over, last time I checked.
That it is, Sheriff, that it is.
I expect that means Little Bill's
around here somewhere.
You know my son?
We know his son?
My, my.
I guess you got a
short memory, Sheriff.
I rode through here and recruited him
when he was scarce 15.
Before you had that
winsome cane of yours.
Hey, that's true, Pa.
You know, this here's my squad.
Indeed we are.
Oh, save one of us.
Josiah Hedges.
Heard of him, Sheriff?
Heard of him?
I seen him dead four days ago.
He's laid out before the
buzzards, good and proper.
Listen, we got a little, uh,
regulation in this town
about carrying sidearms.
Now, if you all would abide
by that, I'd be honored
to buy you and your boys a drink,
soon as I'm done with my business here.
Obliged, Sheriff.
But we'll be keeping our firearms,
if it's all the same to you.
Now...
Well...
see,
that's what I'm talking about.
Changes the conversation altogether.
Look out!
Get out of the way!
Whoa, whoa, easy!
Hyah!
Aah!
Huh? Hijo de puta.
It's Josiah!
Run! Come on!
Aah!
Sh*t!
Get to your room. Stay out of sight.
You son of a b*tch.
Forgot your training, Sergeant?
Never take higher ground
if you don't got a fallback.
Oh, Jesus!
Aah!
Help me!
Hi, friend.
Toss out your gun...
and your pack.
Do it or I'll kill the kid.
What kid?
This one.
Oh, yeah...
Little Bill told me all about it.
She'll likely bleed out fast.
Mm-hmm.
But I promise the snapper'll go quick.
Bye-bye, baby.
Toss it!
Thank you.
Josiah, you got something I want.
Tell me where the box is and...
people keep breathing.
Oh, you should've heard
your baby brother holler.
Burned real slow, it did.
So did he.
Edge, look out!
F***!
Sh*t!
No! Sh*t! Aah!
F***! Aw, f***!
No!
Hey! Aw, sh...
Hedges! Stop him!
He is getting away!
Edge! Hey, Edge! Aah!
Too much lawlessness, son!
Don't come back! Things
gonna change around here!
Oh, I reckon there'll be some change...
on account of I just broke a Big Bill.
Whew!
Things were status quo
around here until you came
back from the war, Little Bill.
This here situation...
we reckon it's a message from God!
Oh, that so?
And what's he advocating?
Don't move, son.
Get off!
Get off!
Hey, easy there.
You're a f***ing mess.
Stay down.
I said stay down. Sh*t.
And you're not just a lady of the light,
are you, Pinkerton?
I saw you at the telegraph office.
I didn't figure you
was wiring your sweetie.
Well, if you're gonna throttle me,
you could at least buy me a drink first.
Tell you one thing, you sure
put your foot in a beehive.
Harknett clan half runs
this country... oil, coal.
They don't have it, they buy it.
- Did they buy you?
- F*** you.
I'm helping you, aren't I?
Tell me something.
Killing that horse and then...
killing Benny.
Did it feel any different to you?
All right, then.
If you did see a gilt jewel box...
I don't suppose you'd tell
I've seen...
plenty of guilt.
But I ain't seen your box.
Well... we ain't never
had that date yet, did we?
You forgetting something?
You're welcome.
The stranger!
The stranger's coming!
- And he's got his rifle!
- Yeah, come on!
Hurry it up!
Hurry it up! Come on!
Don't let him get me!
Don't let him get me!
Please! If you see him,
you just shoot me first
before you take a shot at him!
Git. It's on me. J... just do it, do it.
- Git!
- He's mine!
I'm taking Little Bill.
And I'll take a few more
with him, don't matter to me.
Don't shoot!
He's still...
my husband.
F*** him.
Y'all get out of here!
Aah!
Sorry I'm late, gentlemen.
I just got back from a very small town.
I was there once, long ago, and...
I can't say as I liked the changes.
Mr. Harknett.
Thanks. Had a bath yesterday.
Yep.
Should've seen it, folks.
Negroes...
everywhere.
In the stables.
In the restaurants.
Unchaperoned.
I mean, one even drew
pictures and sold 'em.
- That's preposterous!
- That's right.
It's a sad day for these 37 United States.
I have in my hand a letter,
pledging money and allegiance
to form a new and methodical uprising
of the former Confederate states.
- The South will rise again!
- Look...
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