Badland (2019) - full transcript

You here looking for work?

I'm afraid not.

Says he's not here

looking for work, boys.

Perhaps a drink then.

Before I ask as to what

your business is here,

may I inquire as to whether

or not you are a veteran, sir?

I am.

Well, damn those Yankees.

Damn them and damn their ideals.

Ran me out of my home.

Ran me out of my state.

State that I bled for.

State that I gave sons for.

Are you aware of who I am, boy?

I am.

General.

And what's your name?

Breecher.

Well, Mr. Breecher,

I am beginning to

tire of this exercise,

and I would like for you to

state your goddamn business.

Pinkertons.

Spied on us through

the whole war.

I'm afraid I may have

cut the throats of many

an innocent private because I

thought they might be working

for the Pinkertons.

So what now,

Pinkerton detective?

General Corbin Dandridge,

you are a wanted war criminal

and you have been

sentenced to hang.

I'm here to see that those

wishes are carried out.

And how exactly do you

plan on carrying that out?

Can start by finding

an oak tree big enough

to hold a man of your stature.

How did you find me?

A snake is not hard to find

when you flip over

enough rocks, General.

Well, I'll not be swingin'

from an oak tree today.

And the fact that you

thought you could come here

and execute me proves

your utter stupidity.

Do you refuse to

come quietly, General?

Whatever happens next

ain't gonna happen quietly.

But I'm gonna let you

have one last drink.

One last drink before you

meet the worms for yourself.

'Cause I assure you, sir,

you will not be afforded

the courtesy of a pine box.

Drink that whiskey, boy.

What is it, Henry?

There's a telegram

from your man, sir.

To Senator Benjamin Burke.

Correspondence from

Mathias William Breecher.

Confederate General

Corbin Dandridge

refused to come peacefully.

Defensive measures were taken

which resulted in the

general's violent demise.

Two other warrants

have been served.

Will notify you again

when wire and carrier

become available.

To those who truly believed

in the Confederate cause,

surrender was never an option.

None of these men will let

themselves be hanged, sir.

These people thought that

justice would never find them.

I can only imagine their

surprise when a man arrived

to stretch their neck.

Most men would never take

kindly to such a proposal, sir.

Did we take so kindly to

chains and shackles, Henry?

And now that I'm in

a position of power,

I intend to make an

example of such men.

I've waited a long

time to find somebody

to take on this task.

Someone that did not

fear the endeavor.

Someone that I could put

faith in to see it through.

This task, the man you have

chosen, this Mathias Breecher

are necessary tools to move

forward into a brighter future.

Harlan.

Breecher.

Now you come in

a peaceful manner

or should I be

lookin' for cover?

You killed a general.

Now how might you know that?

Took me the better part

of a year to track down

that old Dandridge.

Night and day, I

was asking folks

from the Mississippi

to the Colorado.

Ran into a trapper

near Deadwood.

Said he'd heard of a man

fought on the losing side

in the war making a

living down south.

I arrived at that camp.

There was wolves

picking at the bones.

Nothing there to salvage,

not even any scalps.

I'm sorry to have

disappointed you, Harlan.

Not a lot of bounties

out there at the moment.

Would lead a man such

as myself to believe

that the two of us might

cross paths sometime soon.

We do not live

in the most peaceful of

occupations, my friend.

No, we do not.

So how do we avoid seeing

each other for a while?

You could always retire.

I'm working on it.

However, you might take your

own advice on the issue.

And where would a man

like me go, Mathias?

My lands, they're nearly gone.

The trail, this horse, this job.

All I have.

You know, settling down in

old age would not suit me.

I have always

respected you, Mathias.

You've been honest, just,

fair, and honorable.

For a white man, that

is a rare attribute.

Sometime soon, Mathias,

you and I will have to

exchange fire with one another.

It is inevitable.

Well, when that time

does come, Harlan,

whoever the victor, may

death be quick and merciful.

Good bye, Mathias.

Good bye, Harlan.

Ain't never heard of him.

It was a

good offer, woman.

I cannot guarantee

there'll be another one.

We don't need another offer.

My answer has been

and will be no.

It is unwise not to take

Mr. Quaid's generosity

into consideration.

Get off my land.

Mam.

Come on, let's go.

Can I help you?

It is quite possible

that you just might.

That depends on what

you're lookin' for.

I must say I'm not in a very

trusting or kindly way today.

I'm looking for

Reginald Cooke.

You state your

business with him,

and it better not be about

buying this here land.

Old friend.

You came to say good bye?

Good bye?

You don't know.

Know what, mam?

Sarah, my name is Sarah.

Okay then, Sarah.

If you are my father's

friend, then I'm being rude.

I'm sure your horse could

use some shade and water.

And I got some still

hot coffee inside.

Why don't you come this way?

Thank you.

I know my father will be happy

to see a friendly

and familiar face.

Your father?

The only one I got.

Come on.

Your horse should

be fine out there.

We haven't seen any

snakes as of late,

and we got a tabby cat

that keeps the rats at bay.

All right, come, sit.

Thank you.

So how do you know my father?

We fought in the same war.

And you're proud

of that, are ya?

No.

Not many men

would say as much.

Most of 'em are too proud.

Well, I am proud of

very few things, mam.

Well, that's no

way to live now.

I'm sorry, I forgot

to ask you your name.

How rude of me.

Breecher, Mathias

William Breecher.

Strong name.

Your father, what's

wrong with him?

He has the deep cough,

what they call the pneumonia.

He has trouble breathin',

even talkin' sometimes.

For a while, I had the doctor

comin' out every other day,

but then it all seemed futile.

So I'm doing the

best I can for him,

but he's living

on borrowed time.

I'm sorry.

Thank you.

I'm sorry you have

to see him like this.

You know, he was

such a strong man,

but then you know

all about that.

Would you like to see him now?

That might be best.

Father, you have a visitor.

Well, I'll leave you both to it.

Ring your bell if

you need anything.

Right now I'm not the

brightest, warmest fire

on the coldest, darkest night.

So forgive me if I don't

recognize a friendly face.

No forgiveness needed, sir.

Did

you serve under me?

I did not.

Work for me?

No, sir.

Well, how the hell

did we ever cross paths?

Our paths have not

crossed until just now, sir.

Oh boy.

I waited a long, long time

for someone like you to come.

I always knew that my

sins would catch up to me.

I did a bunch of terrible

things in the war,

and I always knew at one time

I was gonna have

to atone for it.

I assume you did

some soldiering.

I have.

It's in your eyes.

You got it, I got it, anybody

that fought in the war gets it

because you can't get rid

of the stench of death.

When you take a life, you

never, ever forget it.

I know you got it.

The warrant, let me see it.

Read it and make it proper.

You know your crimes, Captain.

You don't need

to call me Captain.

Who are you kiddin'?

That was a long time ago.

Like I said, Mr. Cooke, you

and only you know your crimes.

And you can take them

up with the good Lord

when you meet him for yourself.

What about my daughter?

What's gonna happen to her?

I cannot answer that, sir.

Why don't you just

have the courage?

Shoot me right here in my bed.

Kill me.

Are you gonna drag me out

by the goddamn willow tree?

No, not the willow tree

because that's where

my wife is buried.

And I'll be goddamned if I'm

gonna think of my daughter

going to visit

her mother's grave

with an image of me swinging

up above her at the time.

I will not hang you.

I will not shoot you.

I will let you pass

as God sees fit.

But I will stay here for it.

It's my job to watch men like

you take their last breath.

That is the burden I

must carry in this life.

Heavy burden, isn't it, son?

Will these accommodations

be all right?

More than all right, mam.

Sarah.

Sarah.

Come.

If you'll be needing to

put your things anywhere,

we have a chest for you.

Feel free.

Thank you.

Why carry two?

Better to have two

loaded guns when needed.

Any occupation that requires

a man to carry such firepower

must be of mighty importance.

Or of the law-breaking kind.

But then it's none of

my business what you do.

It's been such a long time

since we've had a horse here.

Why's that?

Probably because we

can't keep 'em alive.

Heck, we can barely

keep ourselves alive.

You see, there's some men around

here who would like to see

this land taken from us.

One man in particular

goes by the name of Quaid.

It was his men you

saw here this morning.

Now that Father is dying, he

sees a greater opportunity.

They'll do anything

to try and run us off.

This is tough country.

It takes an even

tougher soul to tame it.

Fact is, you kept

it going this long.

Means you got a lot

of fight in you.

It's an admirable

quality, Sarah.

Well, I'll leave

you to it then.

You know, I'm making some stew.

I thought maybe you

might want to join me.

Or if you're tired

from your journey,

I will understand if

you'd prefer to rest.

I can bring you a bowl.

I would love to join you.

All right then, I'll see you

inside in just a little bit.

I hope it's all right.

I'm not exactly the best cook.

Anything is better

than hard tack.

I suppose that's true.

So tell me, Mr. Breecher, did

you really come all this way

just to see my father?

Please, call me Mathias.

I did.

And for reasons I

should not be privy to?

No, but I would think

them not much important now.

Father must have seen a

bootfull of kindness in you

to ask you to stay like he did.

I mean, I have never seen

him have overnight company.

I imagine we see eye to

eye on a good many things.

I would hope so.

How long you been on the trail?

One year, six

months, three days.

That's a long time.

Now you're really

temptin' me to ask

what it is you do for a living.

I'm a detective.

You come to see my father.

You know, he became a

different man after the war.

Haunted like.

He wouldn't tell me much

about what happened,

but I know he regrets it.

He was afraid.

Afraid of possible

repercussions from his actions.

And that's why he up and

took us all the way out here

to the middle of nowhere.

He feared that somehow

we'd be caught up

in whatever was comin' for him.

My mother, well, this land

was just too hard for her.

She hated it, and she died

shortly after we came here.

And for quite some time,

I did blame him for that.

But there's good

in him, I seen it.

He's trying to reform himself.

He built a decent life

for me and him here.

He has changed.

Maybe I should go.

Please don't leave.

Whatever his sins,

whatever his demons,

they die with him

as will the past.

And what will you do, Sarah?

Oh, well I have given

that a great deal of thought

as of late.

This land has been

something of a challenge,

but nothin' would suit me

better than to tame it.

A workin' farm then.

Yes, this is good land.

The rich earth for

crops, for farmin'.

And I been thinkin'

about my own cattle herd

for some time now.

I mean, that is a

profitable venture.

Well I was a cattle drover

on the plains for a short time.

It's hard work.

I would welcome it.

Why are you smiling?

It's a rare thing

to meet a woman

with such perserverence

and fortitude.

It's a welcome sight is all.

Well, thank you.

And what about you,

Mathias Breecher?

What does the

future hold for you?

Land?

And what might you

do with it if bought?

Logging, farming, droving.

Anything that might have be

finding my head on a pillow

instead of a rock or a log.

A place to call home.

I see.

Thank you for the supper

and the conversation.

It was an unexpected pleasantry.

Which, my company or the stew?

I warned you.

I'll see

you in the morning.

I look forward to it.

Sarah.

Afternoon, Mathias.

She's a hard worker.

I can see that.

It's not exactly the life

that I wanted her to have.

I think she's done

just fine for herself.

You raised her well, sir.

Maybe.

My days are numbered.

I'm sure that brings

you some kind of joy.

I get no pleasure from

watching you die, sir.

Would you do something for me?

Bring that chair over here

so I can look you in the eye.

I'm dying, and my

daughter has to watch it.

I need you to help

me to the afterlife.

If I was to oblige you,

it would involve a noose.

Oh no, it's gotta

be out of sight.

I'm no sneak, sir.

What about poison?

That is murderous.

Murderous?

Jesus Christ, you use

murder as a business.

What the hell is the difference

between hanging me out there

on some goddamned tree or

letting me consume something

to take my life?

If I hang you, it is

by decree of the courts.

Poisoning you is murder.

It is not a justifiable

way of death.

Justified, what the hell are

you talking about justified?

You think you're justified?

You also are a bastard

because you are keeping a

man from his dying wish.

Live with that.

This death is the best

you'll get, and it's a favor.

Embrace it.

You piece of shit.

Everything okay?

Everything's fine.

A town nearby?

Yep, a few miles that-a-way.

What about that Quaid fella?

He live in that direction?

He does.

Lives off the main road about

half a mile to the west.

I don't reckon

you'll run into him.

Hey, boss.

You can get yourself shot

ridin' onto a man's

ranch, stranger.

State your business.

Cooke homestead.

What about it?

I'm asking you to leave it be.

Is that a fact?

I'm willing to pay.

Pay?

I don't need money,

but I need that land.

What's your relation to her?

Just a friend.

Just a friend.

I don't think so.

I think she went out and

got herself a hired gun.

Well, like I said, I

don't need the money.

But I do like

entertainment now and then.

You a gambling man?

I enjoy a good card game.

I'm not talking about

a goddamn card game.

Here's the deal, you

beat my best man,

and that little bitch

can keep her land.

What's on the other

end of this deal?

There is no other end.

Hector.

Come on.

It's over.

Get off my land.

Whoa, boy.

Who did this to you?

It was a fair fight.

Looks like you gave

as good as you got.

What happened?

Simple arrangement.

Arrangement?

That man Quaid won't

be bothering you anymore.

Mathias?

Yeah.

Please, come inside.

I'm afraid I'm filthy, Sarah.

Yes, you are.

Please.

I was boiling water today,

awaitin' your return.

I thought you might

want to wash up proper.

I even made you some soap.

Now it seems even

more appropriate.

I do not have much to offer

in return for all the help.

I hope this will suffice.

Your shirt is filthy.

I could wash it for you.

Here, let me help you.

Here, get comfortable,

I'll bring you some towels.

Pardon the intrusion,

but I think that those wounds

need some attendin' to.

Do you mind if I help?

No man should endure such pain.

Hazards of the occupation.

No amount of money or pride

or honor is worth all of this.

I think there must be

plenty of other men,

with scars or without,

who could pick up where

you might leave off.

I do not know how

to be still, Sarah.

I think you could learn how.

I think that you're afraid.

I think that...

I think that you and

violence have a relationship

only you can understand.

And I think that

you're afraid, sorry,

of what might happen

if you let it go.

I'm afraid of what I

might become if I do.

You would become

and even better man.

Go.

Here, Father.

I'm sorry.

There's nothing

to be sorry for.

It's me who should be sorry.

No.

Yeah, I dragged your

mother and you out here.

And now I'm leaving you.

I have everything I need

because you raised me right.

I did unspeakable things,

things I can't ever even...

Just can you understand that?

I know about them, but

that was so many years ago.

All this time has passed,

and yet you still live

each and every day as though

those deeds and that war

was just a fortnight ago.

Father, do you repent

of those deeds?

I don't know.

Well, I'm not your

final judge and jury.

But I forgive you, Daddy.

You are forgiven.

All your family

always loved you.

And I will be okay here.

I will be okay in this world.

God, I love you.

I love you too.

Hyah!

What the hell is that?

Son of a bitch.

What happened to

our deal, Quaid?

We still have a deal.

Here it is.

No!

Father.

Father.

Father, Father.

I don't know why I'm crying.

I knew it was coming

sooner or later.

You saw it happening

a different way.

Thank you for being

an honorable man.

I know you had a job to

do, but you let him go out

on the terms that God

had thrust upon him.

And when the time came, he

chose not to lie on his back

and die in his bed

but come out in front

and protect his

home and his family.

And I suppose that was the

best death he was gonna get.

Besides, we don't get paid

enough for what we do as it is.

Just make sure the

sheriff doesn't find out.

Hey, stranger.

What's your business

in our little town?

This here place

has the best liquor.

This saloon have a hotel?

Si.

Us girls ain't so bad either.

Mam.

Hello, what can I do for you?

I need a room,

just a few nights.

Nothing fancy, just a

clean pillow and a bed.

I have a room upstairs

at the end of the hall.

That'll do just fine.

If I can just get

your signature please.

What kind of town is this?

Used to

be a mining town.

Mine go bust?

Long time back.

The whole town was going

bust until a man came in here

and got this place

up and running.

Suppose everyone needs their

whiskey and good times.

Regardless of how

this place looks,

it's been a profitable

venture for the man.

Not a fan of the job?

Not a fan of the man.

So what brings you to our town?

Just passin' through.

On your way to Texas?

Something like that.

Most travel on

through from California.

You might find this town is

not the friendliest of places.

But it is all some of us have.

The brown mare

outside, it's mine.

I'll see that he's

properly tended to,

but it's compliments

of the establishment.

Thank you, mam.

Room eight, that

end of the hall.

Gentlemen,

pair of fours.

Give me a little

more of that, darlin'.

Watch

your back with those.

Sleeves over there.

- Yep, I'll lose.

- Yeah, arms.

Queen,

queen, 10 wins.

Oh, I can't do anything.

Barkeep,

I need a drink.

A new face is

always refreshing.

Not interested.

Maybe I'm not either.

And maybe I'm just lookin'

for somebody to talk to.

Care to go upstairs

to that room of yours

and relieve your troubles?

It's rude not to

drink with a lady.

Honey, how about

a ride, darlin'?

Jasper, I told you once

already, I ain't lookin'

to be shakin' the chandeliers

with you tonight, understand?

And why is that?

What in the Sam hill I do

to you to score me as such?

I am working,

can't you see that?

What's this swingin'

dick got that I ain't got?

Class for one thing.

And who the hell even

are you, Mister, huh?

Ain't seen your likeness

around these parts before.

I'm just a short stop

on a very long journey.

Ought to be careful

how you talk to me.

Is that a fact?

Might be.

Either it is or it isn't.

Jasper, please, don't do this.

Get back behind the

goddamn bar, Alice.

The customer

hasn't done anything.

Now!

Back to you.

You sure you want

to draw that pistol

on a man you never met, boy?

Didn't think it

through, did you?

Whiskey's got your

mind all screwed up

like a river that

doesn't run straight.

I'm gonna let you go now.

Before I do, I'll give

you a little information

just in case you feel

like drawing that steel.

Each and every morning I

wake up, I head into that sun

and I am prepared to shake

hands with Mr. Grim himself.

Can you say the same?

You're fast,

I'll give you that.

But I do think I have

the advantage here.

Trust me, sir, I have no

intent of doing you harm.

If I know my deputy,

you were in true form to

relieve him of his gun hand.

Boys, get Jasper

over to the doctor.

Make sure he has

a good look-over.

I do apologize for my deputy.

Well, you seem to

have a lot of 'em.

Well, a man can never be too

careful when he has enemies.

Please have a seat.

Now I like to try to

get to know the people

that come through my town.

I like to know their intentions.

Like most do, he's

just travelin' through.

On his way to Texas, he said.

Well, thank you, Alice.

Well, I suppose that

takes care of that then.

Just another stranger passin'

through, lookin' for a bed.

Well, as much as I'd like to

hear about your adventures

and your journey, I'm sorry,

it's gonna have to

wait till another time.

I have other matters

that need my attendin'.

Honey, oh, you're so sweet.

Alice, was Jackson here

early this mornin'?

He was, he was here

all night with Honey.

He left this mornin'.

And what are we gonna

do about that, Honey?

What do we do to

thieves in my town?

I'll give 'em

all the money back.

Look, it's all here, see?

Well, then that

takes care of that.

Nine, 10, 11, 12.

You put the value

of your life at $12?

Well, whore or no whore,

that's a pretty cheap price for

a woman, wouldn't you agree?

Thieves of any kind will

suffer the consequences.

Those are my rules,

you all know them.

I expect you to follow them.

Come here, Alice.

I hired you to look

after this place.

If you cannot keep these

ladies in line, I will find

someone else to do the

job, do you understand me?

Good.

Now clean up Honey.

She's making a mess of my floor.

Coffee?

Yes, we shall have

coffee in the mornin'.

That is if you're

still here, sir.

Good whiskey should

never go wasted,

especially in this town.

Good night.

I'm sorry to bother

you, Mr. Breecher.

May I have a few minutes?

I've seen what the

sheriff can do.

I've known men like

him all my life,

men with a hatred deep within.

It's an appetite

for someone else's pain,

misery, destruction,

and it is never ending.

I'm begging you, please,

leave our town tonight.

A man such as

yourself is a threat.

He will see you dead for that.

I can't live another day

seeing more blood spilled

on these floors.

Are you a man of

God, Mr. Breecher?

I find that it eases

the fear of death.

There's an old

mission out back.

That's my escape

from all of them.

I go there to be

alone, to think.

I pray.

I pray for the help

that will never come.

And I will go there tonight

to light a candle for Honey,

for that is all I know to do.

Why not just leave this place?

There is no place to go.

Some of us have a past

that we have run from

and it has led us all here

to this town, to this place

that we must endure.

It's our purgatory, I think.

Drag his ass out.

Good mornin', sir.

I'm an early riser,

always have been.

Sleep evades me, always has

when my mind runs rampant

with thoughts of the past.

You see, I came to this

town many years ago.

Was a rough place

as one can imagine

any town that just

struck silver might be.

And I saw an opportunity.

Wearing that badge is a

privilege, not an opportunity.

Well said, sir.

You see, before I settled here,

I wandered wherever

a job would have me.

Because I possess a

special skill set,

and that skill set allows

me the ability to read men.

And I have met many through

the years, all kinds.

Honorable men, cowards,

drunkards, and thieves.

And every man has a very

distinct look in their eyes.

And if you have the skill,

you can tell what

their intentions are.

I knew you wasn't

no bounty hunter.

Too calculated,

too professional.

Several months ago,

a friend of mine

who used to write to

me quite frequently

was killed and his

whole outfit left to rot

and be picked apart by the

vultures and the crows.

And I thought, who could

have done such a thing?

Especially to that angry

old bear that I once knew.

General Corbin Dandridge.

Now it's not just

anyone who could've

just up and got his ghost,

and everybody was

talkin' about one man.

And here you are.

Ah, a man of vision,

a man of dreams.

But yet still a man.

And what are men to do, Jasper,

but to suffer for their dreams?

But not before we have some fun.

That's mine.

Thank you kindly.

Let's see here,

Detective Mathias Breecher.

Well, you must be good to

have gotten the drop on

old Dandrige, but I would

ascertain that the outcome of this

situation might be a bit

different than you expected.

Is there anything you'd

like to say, Detective?

Captain Huxley Wainwright,

you are a convicted

war criminal.

Water.

Enough.

And you have been

sentenced to hang.

Again.

Enough.

I am here

to see those wishes carried out.

I used to burn whole villages,

hung women and

children of all colors,

all in the name of

the Confederacy.

But alas, that war is over.

Do you refuse to come quietly?

Jasper, take this son

of a bitch outside of town

and bury him, alive.

Christ, this hurts.

You done complaining

yet, you little baby?

You trying gettin'

shot in the hand.

You check his pockets?

For what?

You idiot, this here's

a government official.

They make a good

livin', more than us.

Woo, what I tell ya?

Drinks on me tonight.

You're alive?

Oh my God, what can I do?

What do you need?

My things in my room.

Let me get you a doctor.

No.

Is there a wire service in town?

Yes, there is.

Graphite,

something to write on, hurry.

Here.

I need you to send

this immediately.

It is of urgent concern.

Wait for the reply,

come straight back.

Go, please.

A sheriff.

A man of the law.

Once can only begin to guess

what his judgment would be

in matters like this.

Someone saw fit to put this

man, this Huxley Wainwright,

into a position of power.

What do I tell a man like

Mathias to do here, Henry?

It's a road that's

not usually crossed.

It's badge against badge.

I find myself in

unfamiliar territory.

Sir, you've come too far

to not see this through.

He has come too far.

Tell me, Henry, what do

I say to a man that I have

given such a heavy

responsibility,

a man that has

given his own blood?

What words best suit

the upcoming storm?

Tell him this, sir.

I have your reply.

Read it, please.

In regard to one Detective

Mathias William Breecher,

information received, proceed

at your own discretion.

By any means necessary.

Four of the deputies are

outside having breakfast.

Deacon and a few others

are in the cantina.

Where's the sheriff?

If I had to venture a guess,

I'd say he's at the other

end of town in his office.

Take it.

It's best you stay here,

Alice, out of harm's way.

Should anything happen to me,

please see that this letter

finds a Miss Sarah Cooke.

Details of her

location are inside.

Thank you.

Please, don't kill me!

- Please, Mister!

- Shut up.

Shut up!

Shoot him, please!

- Shoot him.

- Put the gun down, Mister.

Hey, you don't

die easy, do you?

Well, you know that old saying.

You want a good job done,

you got to do it yourself.

I didn't get to where

I'm at by being slow.

Neither did I.

Well alrighty, Detective,

what do you say we give

these folks a good,

old-fashioned dime novel showdown?

Oh, oh, you're hurt real bad.

Someone fetch the doctor!

My horse.

My horse.

Okay, okay.

Alice, I need you to send...

I know, I'll send 'em a report

and tell 'em what happened here.

It'll be well-worded.

The town is yours now.

Didn't ride straight

to the doctor.

Means you got something

more important

than your own health, my friend.

You deserve peace, Mathias.

I'm stained, broken.

I am unfit for it.

You were borne of violence.

Now be still.

Knife's Edge, it's

about a day's ride south.

You'll find his body there.

He's yours.

Thank you, Harlan.

Sarah.

You're home.