Dead Men

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[film projector running]

[birds squawking]

[child laughing]

[music playing]

[pickaxe clanging]

[man]

Captain Roy Struthers?

Get out here.

- What's this?

- Name's Vance Edison.

I was hired by a man

named Cole Roberts

from Jackson Ridge

to reclaim this here mine.

He rightfully owns it now.

Is that right?

That's the money

you paid for it,

plus a little extra

for showing gold.

You can't sell land

to a hard-working man,

then after he finds gold on it,

take it back.

This land belongs

to the Struthers family!

I don't think you're

understanding me.

I'm here to tell you

to clear out

of this here mine now.

Best take that money

and go, captain.

You son of a b*tch!

Jesse, get down to the river

and fetch some water!

- Pa, I think I...

- Now, damn it!

Now you listen to me,

you son of a b*tch.

There ain't nothing or nobody

gonna kick me off my land.

So you go on

back down that hill

and you go tell Cole

to clear this up.

You listen to me,

you stubborn old coot!

I'll give you ten seconds

to gather your things

and start saddling

your horses.

Maybe we should go see

the sheriff now?

We ain't going nowhere

till this son of a b*tch

gets off my land!

Run.

Hyah! Hyah!

Hyah!

[Western music plays]

Hey, Vance.

Look at that.

Is that the son

of Roy Struthers down there?

You shut your mouth.

Who's asking?

Just a lone traveler.

Lone traveler, we ain't kind

to strangers 'round here.

You'd best

get on your way.

- Jesse!

- Goddamn it, mister!

You need to mind

your own business!

[gunshot]

[gunshot]

Hyah!

Jesse! Jesse!

Hyah! Hyah!

Hyah!

Hyah!

Put your hands

where I can see 'em.

Now just who

the hell are you

and how do you

know my name?

I'm a very good friend

of your father's, son.

Served together

in the cavalry.

Last good friend

of my father

just hired someone

to murder him.

Who's the son of a b*tch

that had him killed?

[people clamoring]

Get that filth

out of here, boys.

Hold on, ya bunch

of pack rats!

Don't shoot!

It's me. Charlie.

Where the hell

is Vance, Charlie?

He got shot dead.

Hell, he went after

Jesse Struthers.

We got Roy, though.

But the boy...

...the boy escaped.

He escaped, huh?

I'll be Goddamned.

He killed Vance Edison.

Cole, I've been

running all day and,

well, I was wondering if you

had a little swig of water.

Sure I do, Charlie.

Just a second.

No, don't!

Rest in eternal peace,

brother.

Amen.

Where are you headed?

I'm going after that

son of a b*tch Cole Roberts.

I'm gonna kill him.

Damn, you're bull-headed.

Where's your brother?

[snoring]

[groans]

Dad's dead.

Yeah, I know.

How do you know?

I got a letter.

A letter from who?

It didn't say.

Well, it had to say

where it was from.

Who the hell are you?

Name's Virgil Calhoun.

I was one of your father's

closest friends.

[laughs]

"I was one of

his closest friends."

Hey! How 'bout

some shots, huh?

A toast to Dad.

Come on.

Get up here, Jesse.

- [clears throat]

- [bottle uncorks]

To the late and great

Captain Roy Struthers.

May he rest

in eternal peace.

[chuckles]

That son of a b*tch.

[grunts]

Get up! Come on!

Goddamn it, you two!

That's enough!

You two need to start

acting like grown men.

[both coughing]

Here's to

Captain Roy Struthers,

a man who lived and died

with integrity.

Saddle up.

We're gonna see

some friends.

[quiet Western music plays]

It'll be just a moment, dear.

Is it all done?

Not exactly.

Jesse killed Vance Edison

and escaped.

But I've got somebody

who'll take care of it

- once and for all.

- I don't care who you get.

Just get it done.

Soon as he is marked as dead,

the county can

seize the property.

I'll take care of it,

Donald.

And what about the youngest?

What is being done about him?

Ah, he's a leaky vessel.

We'll get him

to sign over the land.

Time is money, Cole.

Carlos?

Cole.

I need you to

track down an outlaw

and kill him.

How much?

I'll pay you $1,000.

You bring him to me in a week.

[clicks tongue]

[Cole] 2,000.

That's my final offer,

and you get him to me

in three days.

Carlos Van Pelt

at your service.

Name is Jesse Struthers.

[fly buzzing]

Horse?

Rides a black mare.

Where was he last seen?

Red Rock Quarry,

about a day ago.

You kill him.

I'll see you here

in three days' time.

- Hyah!

- [Cole] Billy, you take Curly

and you trail him

by half a day.

And, Billy...

no matter what,

you bring me the corpse

of Jesse Struthers.

- What was that?

- Jake.

Put that pistol away. Now.

Do exactly what I say.

[quiet music plays]

I'm sorry I wasn't

there for you, my son.

Psst. Billy.

Why are you

following me?

[grunts]

Oh, Billy, Billy.

You really must get

control of your emotions.

Could get you

killed one day.

Well, boys,

I guess you won't be needing

these fine horses anymore.

- [Carlos] Old man!

- [horse whinnies]

Well?

What's it gonna be?

Pistols or knives?

I like you.

Yes.

I think I can kill you

with just a knife.

I ain't gonna be

that easy.

[both grunt]

- Aah!

- [knife cuts]

- [grunts, exclaims]

- [knife cuts]

Feels good, doesn't it?

Makes you feel alive.

[grunts]

- [grunts, exclaims]

- [knife cuts]

[both grunting]

[horse whinnies]

- [knife cutting]

- [Jesse] Virgil!

[grunts]

No!

- [grunts]

- [grunts]

Run.

Jake!

Jake!

Jake! Jake!

You are one tough

son of a b*tch.

Jesse Struthers.

I've got to get your corpse

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