Damsel (2018) - full transcript

Where is that damn stagecoach?

Weren't they coming

from the other direction?

That depends. You coming or going?

I'm going west, of course.

Just like everyone else.

- Are you not?

- No.

Going back.

I've done my time here.

Had it.

Why do you say that?

Oh... Well's run dry.

I come out here to spoon-feed religion

to the savages.

Tried real hard.

Tried real hard.

They didn't want it;

at least the ones I dealt with.

Hmm. Can't blame them.

We got a lot of Christians.

Don't need no more.

Have you ever seen a real-life Apache

in the wild?

Yeah.

Cheyenne?

Yeah.

Shoshone?

No.

Comanche?

Yeah.

What are they all like?

I've yet to see a single one.

Hmm. I don't know.

Some are lousy. Some not.

Just like everybody else, I reckon.

Why are you coming out here?

Uh...

Fresh start.

Uh...

Trying to put my troubled past

behind me.

- How's that?

- You know, it's tough times.

Tough times back home.

Among other things,

my wife passed during childbirth.

That's unfortunate.

Yeah. Yeah, it's plenty rough.

It's why I'm in dire need

of a fresh start.

I hate to break it to you, but it

ain't gonna be no better out here.

Things are gonna be shitty

in new and fascinating ways.

Yeah.

Oh, Lord. To hell with it.

All of it.

Where's that goddamn stagecoach?

That's it.

Here you are, son.

Comes with advantages.

Holy Bible.

Some of the scripture's missing.

Used it up on kindling

and rolling papers.

Hygiene.

Good cloth. High thread count.

Here. Goddamn, where's that time at?

Take this son of a bitch.

Oh, Lord!

Adios, amigo! I'm coming, Lord.

Here I come.

Oh, Lord. Oh, God Almighty.

- Can I get a pilsner, please?

- All's we got is whiskey.

That'll be fine.

Well, thank you.

- What's wrong? That's prime rotgut.

- It's fine. It's... It's just me.

Is you a pussy?

Um...

My stomach is from time to time.

Your stomach's a pussy?

Guess that's what it boils down to.

I'm sorry.

I'm just messing with you, buddy.

- Do you mind if I...?

- Oh, go ahead. Go ahead.

Obliged.

So, what are you in town for?

Just business.

Uh-oh.

- Oh! Another businessman.

- Oh, well!

- Yeah.

- Well, if you're interested,

we're having a gangbang social

out back later.

Matilda. Oh...

Buck and a half a head.

Being new in town, it'd be a good way

for you to meet folks.

Why, thank you,

but I'm... I'm spoken for.

Maybe your stomach's not the only thing

that's a pussy.

Maybe you're right.

Actually, I'm in town looking

for a man named Parson Henry.

- You two gentlemen heard of him?

- The preacher?

That the fella that was upchucking

in the corner?

- Yep.

- Jesus.

You sure that's Parson Henry?

That's what he called himself.

Didn't have that collar thing, though.

What's that preacher collar thing

called?

I don't know.

Whatever it's called,

it looks uncomfortable.

My Adam's apple's too big for that shit.

Look how big it is.

That is pretty big. Look at mine.

Yeah, you got a big one, too.

I never liked it

when a barber got in under there.

How big is yours?

Uh...

I'm not sure.

I think it's about a medium size, maybe.

You don't know where I could find

the parson this time of day?

Probably down near the shore.

That's where he's been ending up

since he got here.

Well, maybe I'll take a look for him

down there.

Much obliged.

Hope you're not looking to be saved.

Because you're going about it

the wrong way.

Parson Henry?

Parson Henry, is that you?

My name is Samuel Alabaster.

Do you know who I am?

Yeah.

Did you get my confirmation telegram?

Yeah, I think so.

I've got it here...

somewhere.

There it is.

Why are you going getting all tight

on me when you know you got a job to do?

Well, I just...

I just got a little tipsy while waiting.

Well, it's bullshit.

Pretty un-goddamn-professional,

if you ask me.

Pardon my French.

Hi.

- All fixed up?

- Nice and tidy, I guess. Thanks.

Don't mention it.

I'm docking it from your pay.

Fifty cent.

Here's your $29...

and 50 cent.

You'll get another $30 when we're done

and that'll get us up to $60,

as stated in the telegram.

- We're square?

- Yeah, it's fine. We're square.

Morning.

Morning.

What's that?

It's a miniature horse.

Her name's Butterscotch.

She's very rare.

Possibly even unique.

She's a living conversation piece.

Regular horses don't have names.

They're just, you know...

regular.

- You didn't say we was leaving town.

- Well...

Why did you think

I was paying you so much?

For the crimes of skullduggery,

skull thuggery

and skull buggery,

justice is served.

♪ With tears inside

that are hard to hide

♪ My heart is heavy now

♪ I'll say goodbye

for a long, long time

♪ Will we meet again?

I don't know

Technically speaking,

are we in Injun country?

Technically speaking,

everywhere's Injun country, I reckon.

What kind of parson are you?

You know, just the regular kind.

I reckon I'm still a neophyte.

What's that, like a tenderfoot?

I don't know, really.

It's just a fancy word.

Heard it being used in Baltimore.

Baltimore.

Is that where you're from?

Yeah.

Never been that far east.

- Any good?

- It's fine.

Kind of like this place will be

in 20 years, I'm sure.

Come here.

Good girl.

So is... Is Butterscotch,

like, a wedding present?

Yeah. She's wanted one

for a long, long time.

They're not easy to find.

What's your fiancée's name?

Penelope.

- Did I not say in the telegram?

- No, you just said "bride-to-be".

Well, soon to be

Mrs Penelope Alabaster.

Wow. You're a lucky man.

She's a real prize.

She's the most precious thing

in the whole world.

She's like a flower.

Beautiful, soft, supple skin.

Smart.

Good at thinking, cooking.

Good at reading words.

Even good at kissing and love-making.

What more could you ask for?

Sounds like you got a good thing going.

Yep. And I just want everything

to go off well, without a hitch.

Oh, yeah.

Oof!

- Pretty fancy, huh?

- I'll say.

You know, marriage is a big jump.

It's hard.

And things don't always go

the way you want 'em to.

Well, that's what she wants, I reckon.

It's what I want too.

Ties it all together, big time.

Oh.

Look.

- An arrowhead?

- Yeah.

Sharp one, too.

You know, if you want,

you can have it to give to Penelope.

Those are pretty common.

- Obliged, though.

- OK.

I appreciate you coming out here

with me.

And I...

I apologize if there's

any miscommunication

- regarding the travel part.

- That's fine.

I mean, I kind of...

I kind of like it out here. It's...

It's peaceful and...

- It's good for a man's soul, I guess.

- You're absolutely right.

Could I share something with you?

It's just a sweet little ballad

I wrote for Penelope.

I want to play it for her

right after we tie the knot.

It's... It's called "Honeybun".

♪ Pitter pat

♪ Of your beating heart

♪ In sync with mine when we're apart

♪ My honeybun

♪ My honeybun

♪ My honeybun

♪ My honeybun

♪ I love you

♪ Can't you see?

♪ My honeybun

♪ You're my honeybun

♪ My honeybun,

I want you just for me

♪ You're a horseshoe to my hoof

♪ And I need no further proof

♪ You're my honeybun

♪ You're my only one for me

♪ Honeybun, honeybun, honeybun

♪ Mmm-hmm

♪ My honeybun

Wow.

- That was really pretty.

- Thank you.

Wow. You're a bona fide troubadour.

Whoa.

Wow.

Oh!

Fuck! Fuck!

Hey!

Rufus!

Samuel!

Samuel, are you OK?

What happened?

- Catch my breath for a minute.

- What happened?

Can you pass me my canteen?

What happened?

Penelope.

She's been kidnapped.

- What do you mean?

- Because she's a prized possession.

You saw her picture.

The guy who took her

is an evil son of a bitch.

- Who?

- Anton Cornell.

- Was that who you went chasing after?

- No. That was his brother Rufus.

He's a no-good son of a bitch as well.

I had to catch him

before he could warn that jackleg.

- Did you catch him?

- Yeah.

Yeah, I did.

Why didn't you just go get the sheriff

when it all first happened?

The sheriff? What sheriff?

It's the wilderness.

Ain't no jurisdiction around here.

Didn't want to get the authorities

involved anyway.

- Why not at least get a posse?

- Hired guns?

Goosey. It's unpredictable.

I just wanted this to be safe

and low-profile.

That's why I couldn't let you be privy

to all the details straight away.

This kidnap is the most terrible thing

that's ever happened to me.

It hurts, down deep inside.

Literally. I've... I've got ulcers.

All I want to do is rescue Penelope

safe and sound,

marry her proper under the eyes

of the Lord and have a quiet life.

It's not too much to ask for,

if you ask me.

I just want things to be nice.

I don't want all this turmoil.

That evil son of a bitch

had to go and mess it all up.

I'm really sorry to hear that.

Parson, let me ask you a question.

Do you believe in evil?

I mean, someone in the flesh who's

just pure goddamn scum-loving evil?

- I don't know.

- How can you not know? You're a parson.

Well, look,

let me put it to you this way.

Have you ever been in true pure love?

Now, I'm not talking about some

fly-by-night gangbang hostess.

I'm talking about an undying attraction

for someone who means more to you

than anything.

- Well, have you?

- Of course.

Well, now imagine that being plucked

away from you by the scum of the earth

for no other reason

other than because of pure evil.

Now, I'm not the type of man

who's gonna sit there

and watch my world crumble

all around him.

I'm gonna take fate into my own hands.

- Don't you understand that?

- I feel for you, Samuel.

But this isn't what I signed up for.

I agreed to join the two of you in holy

matrimony in the ceremony and that's it.

I'm sorry, I can't be a part of this.

Because of your vocation

or because you don't believe in love?

That's just a stupid question.

Do you believe in true pure love

or don't you?

Of course I believe in love!

I'm sorry, I just can't!

Don't be lily-livered!

Where do you think you're going?

You'll never find your way back alone.

I'm no cartographer,

but I figured I'd...

I'd just go right back the way we came.

All right.

I'll give you $90 more.

I'll make it $150.

Look, I beg you.

Penelope's all I got left.

I'm not a gunslinger! I don't like this!

I'm just... I'm just a man.

I'm just a man who believes in love,

plain and simple.

And all I want you to do

is officiate the wedding. Proper, like.

You make sure we're off

to a good wholesome start,

then you get a bonus for your trouble.

I got all the dough on me.

- $150 legal US tender cold hard cash?

- You have my word.

Goddamn it, my nerves are shot.

Hey, you ever been to a cakewalk?

- No.

- Me and Penelope, we met at a cakewalk.

I landed on a number six.

And I told her I landed on number nine

because that was her cake

and I wanted to meet her.

It was love at first sight.

She actually made a pecan pie.

And I joked that's illegal.

Because it's a cake walk,

not a pie walk.

She laughed, said I was a card.

It was the best pecan pie I ever had.

Whoa!

Guess we're closer than I thought.

Come on.

Oh, man, my nerves are shot.

Mine, too.

Doubly so.

I also got me a case

of the groom spooks.

It's a big commitment.

It's lifelong. Lifelong commitment.

And there's no turning back now.

Oh, no, it's never too late

to turn back.

There's no shame in that

if it's not right.

- You got to do what's best for you.

- No, it's definitely right.

And besides, she needs us.

There's some things a man

just can't ride around.

I don't mean to be a pessimist, but...

have you considered

the slight possibility that they...

you know, that...

that she's deceased?

It's not a possibility. OK?

Let's just leave it at that.

- Doesn't look like anyone's there.

- I know. They could be anywhere.

We have to proceed

with absolute caution.

Anton's a cunning bastard.

All right, here's the plan.

We want this to be quick and easy.

Now, we leave the horses here,

and we go to the edge of the woods with

Butterscotch, where you two will wait.

Now, on the count of three,

I'm gonna make my way

to the rear of the outhouse.

From there, I move on to the hideout

where I bust my way

clear through the door.

Now, if Anton's inside,

I'll deal with him.

Then, I'll untie Penelope,

help her to escape.

At that point, once the coast is clear,

on bended knee,

I'll ask her to be my wife.

I'll give her the ring.

And then you will emerge from the woods

with guitar and Butterscotch in tow.

And then you do your ceremony.

All right.

What do we do if Anton's not inside?

Just in case, we should be keeping

a watchful eye on surroundings.

Now, we should be doing that anyway.

Got to look out for an ambush.

But you're gonna have to cover me.

What do you mean?

You take the Winchester

and I'll take the Schofield.

I told you I'm not a goddamn hired gun.

I told you that!

I'm not asking you to do anything

other than cover me, OK?

- It's for safety's sake.

- A gun is not what I'm here for!

I know you're not and that's fine.

Look, I'm not either.

But just please remember

that a woman's life is at stake here.

Now all I'm asking you to do

is sit there and cover me.

That's it. Nothing else.

If you don't want to do it for me,

then just do it for Penelope.

It's all gonna be over lickety split.

Know how to aim?

Use the crosshairs and everything?

Yeah, I know. You just...

You want to say a prayer? For good luck

or protection or something?

No, let's just get it over with.

- You ready?

- What?

OK, let's go.

No!

Die, you evil bastard!

God!

Penelope! Oh, my Penelope.

My beautiful baby girl.

Everything's all right.

It's over now, you're all good.

You're safe.

You're safe.

No!

Oh!

No!

Penelope, you know...

you know I've always loved you

with all my heart.

And I...

I want to ask you to be

my lawfully wedded wife.

How dare you?

I know we've been through

a lot of rough patches in our lives.

But now... it's time to heal.

And we can heal if we let ourselves.

- I can't believe this.

- Penelope.

I love you...

till my dying day, I swear it.

You son of a bitch!

You... I hate you!

- What? Penelope, why are you doing...?

- I hate you!

Penelope!

Why?

Please, Penelope,

why are you doing this?

Goddamn you!

What are you doing?

- We were so happy together.

- I know.

I know we were.

- Penelope. Hey.

- Don't touch me!

Parson. Hey.

Come on. Come on, Parson.

- Now, come on. It's time.

- Who the hell is that?

Come on now.

Now, hold on. Just let me...

- Who the hell is that?

- Let me explain.

I put a lot of thought and care

into this, all right?

Just listen. Hear me out here.

This is Parson Henry,

and I brought him all the way up here

at my own expense to officiate

so we can conduct things

in a proper and righteous fashion.

- Don't come near me.

- I'm not, I'm not!

Stay there.

- I am, I am!

- Penelope! What are you doing?

That's your wedding present.

The miniature horse.

I've named it Butterscotch,

after one of your favorite candies.

I know horehound's

your all-time favorite.

That doesn't seem a suitable pet name.

I wanted to pick one that sounded best.

I don't want a wedding gift.

But I just wanted to pick

something special and personalized,

just to show you how I feel about you.

You always said that miniature horses

were the cutest, most beautiful

critters you've ever seen.

- I never said that.

- Yes, you did!

- I never said that.

- You did! You said it in St Louis.

I never said anything like that.

At most, I said they were

interesting looking.

- Stop putting words in my mouth.

- Ma'am, please listen to me!

I'm not any part of this!

I have no idea what's going on!

Hold on. Hold on now.

Don't you hang me out to dry.

You told me...

you told me you believe in love.

You told me you believe in love

all the way.

There is no love here.

Let's make that loud and clear.

I thought I'd seen it all from you,

Samuel.

But, oh, was I wrong.

You can't deny...

You can't deny that there's

a powerful love between us.

There's a true pure love.

A love that goes all the way.

The only love up here

was between me and Anton.

- And you took that away from me!

- No! He took it away from me!

- He had it coming in spades!

- No one had anything coming!

Do you hear me? I was happy up here.

I was the happiest I've ever been

in my whole life.

With Anton?

Anton Cornell.

Anton Cornell.

Lecherous, hifalutin' scumbag!

Don't you say another goddamn word!

Why can't...

Why can't you see he manipulated you?

I'm the victim here.

I came here to save you!

I don't need your saving!

- Baby, why are you doing this to me?

- Shut your trap!

I could never love you. Do you hear me?

Am I finally getting through to you?

God!

- You gave me mixed signals.

- I gave you no signals! You're poison!

I should shoot you in the fucking head!

Fine, then. Why don't you?

Since I'm such a terrible person,

if I'm the worst person

in the entire world,

if I... if you think I'm trash

that's not even a human being,

then go ahead and just do it,

right in my broken heart.

You're not worth it.

I want you to live with

what you've done, what you've ruined,

and what you'll never have.

I want it to rot deep inside of you

for as long as you live.

No!

No!

No!

Goddamn you!

What are you looking at?

He told me you were kidnapped

and that you were his fiancée.

He said he wanted to rescue you

and have me marry the two of you

under the eyes of the Lord.

That's all I knew, that's it,

I swear to Christ infinity.

I'm just a dumb neophyte preacher

trying to help a guy out.

I ain't in cahoots with him

or anything of the sort.

I'm as blindsided as you. I met him

a couple of days ago and I trusted him.

I don't wanna hear another goddamn word

out of you unless I ask for it,

do you hear me?

Now seeing as you know

how to officiate a wedding,

I assume you know how

to officiate a funeral. Is that correct?

I reckon it is, ma'am.

Is this deep enough, ma'am?

We gotta go deeper

so the animals don't get him.

What about Samuel?

They can have him for all I care.

How does this work?

Do I start or do you?

You, I think, is fine.

Anton...

You were a good man.

I loved you very much.

More than I could possibly

account for right now.

It tears me up inside to know

we'll never grow old together,

share our lives together another day,

start a family, a copper mine.

I'll never forget you,

my sweet, precious love.

And may you find solace that

while you're up in heaven...

that Samuel is rotting in hell.

Where's the rest of it?

In my head.

More devout that way.

Go on, then.

Hear ye, hear ye.

Here lies Anton...

Cornell.

Here lies Anton Cornell.

He was a... a brave and noble man.

And husband.

He didn't deserve to go out like that.

A big, dumb, goddamn stupid mess.

And all Samuel's fault.

In the name of all things holy,

may he, Anton Cornell,

rest in peace...

forever and ever,

a hundred percent all the way.

Ashes to ashes and dust to dust,

et cetera and et cetera. Amen.

Amen.

What are you doing?

He owed me this.

He owed me this for officiating.

If you want half, I'll give you half.

I even got the ring if you want it.

I don't want anything to do

with any of it.

What happens now?

I'm done here.

Moving on.

What about me?

What about you?

Miss Penelope?

Miss Penelope?

Miss Penelope?

- What?

- Miss Penelope, I...

I'm of the bashful sort.

Um...

In light of the...

the outhouse being occupied,

I'd like to go...

relieve myself in the woods as

tastefully and discreetly as possible.

- All right?

- Number one or number two?

Because if you've got to pee,

you can do it out here.

Number two.

Parson?

Parson?

If that's hooch, may I have a nip?

I'm really hurting for one.

You're not a real preacher, are you?

It's for medicinal purposes.

Don't backwash.

Are we going back to town?

I reckon so.

Maybe I'll get you strung up there.

If that's the case,

just get it over with.

I ain't putting up a fight.

Hold tight here a minute.

Stay put.

I got an eye on you. No funny business.

Miss Penelope, are you OK?

I... I can feel your deep-seated pain.

And I understand

what you must be going through.

I, too, suffer.

And I'm haunted

by my own share of demons.

You don't understand a thing.

I want to be of help if I can.

For what it's worth,

you're a real beaut.

As divine...

and delicate and pretty a flower

as Samuel said you were.

- Is that a line?

- No, no, no.

It's not...

'Cause I don't need your foolhardy

consolation, do you hear me?

OK, OK.

Now vamoose,

before I blow your fucking lamp.

All right. OK.

And put your dynamite back on.

I don't wanna wear the dynamite.

I'll put the dynamite back on.

Where's Butterscotch?

- I don't know.

- There's predators out here.

Butterscotch!

- Butterscotch!

- Butterscotch!

Butterscotch!

Butterscotch?

Butterscotch!

Butterscotch!

There she is!

- Is she OK?

- I don't know. I think so.

Hey!

Penelope!

Penelope!

Penelope!

Penelope!

Penelope!

Rufus.

I saw you duck off in them woods.

I sniffed you out.

Are you trying to avoid me?

What in hell are you talking about?

Of course not.

- What happened to you?

- What the hell do you think happened?

Samuel?

- When?

- Threw me off a crevasse.

Left me for dead.

My head cracked open.

Ants tried to eat my blood.

Goddamn ants, what the hell

did I ever do to them, huh?

Here, let me take a look at you.

You knew what happened to me,

didn't you?

Do you have any idea

what I've been through?

Anton's dead, isn't he?

I'm so sorry.

I saw the grave.

I may not be able to read, but I know

what the letter "A" looks like.

All I can say is that Samuel's gone too.

And he's in hell.

And your brother, he's in heaven,

on a big white fluffy cloud.

This is all your fault.

You're a regular goddamn black widow,

ain't you?

- Ruin everything you touch.

- Hey!

I understand

that you're hurt and angry,

but you've got no right

talking to me like that!

Don't mind me. Just carry on.

Why don't you come out,

you big yellow-bellied pussy?

Sir? Sir? Listen.

As a man of the cloth, I can vouch

that neither of us knows diddly-squat.

Shut the fuck up!

I saw you in cahoots with Samuel.

I know what's going on here.

Y'all are all in cahoots!

Rufus! You need to calm down

and listen to reason here.

Don't you know

how much my brother loved you?

- I thought you two were the real deal.

- We were!

Then why'd you tell Samuel where

you moved off to? Why'd you do that?

- I thought that was the whole point.

- I didn't!

- How else would he have known?

- I have no idea!

I hadn't seen him in almost two years!

I never would've thought

he'd come and pull this.

Then why are you running around

with his posse?

- There is no posse!

- Sir, I swear I'm not his posse!

- I'm not the posse type.

- Poppycock!

What kind of two-bit preacher

are you anyway?

Rufus, you just need to calm down

and listen.

My big brother's gone,

and you're to blame.

You're not who I thought you were.

You let me down. You let Anton down.

Anton and I had our occasional problems,

as any couple does,

but I loved your brother very much.

And we had a great relationship.

How do I get that

through your thick skull?

Rufus, listen to her,

she's telling the truth.

- It's all on Samuel, and that's it.

- Shut the fuck up, Preach!

Rufus!

You know what we have to do now,

don't you?

- What?

- Well...

When a woman becomes a widow,

it's...

it's customary for her to marry the...

brother of the deceased.

Those ants did a number on you,

didn't they?

Because you're out of your goddamn mind!

- It's the code of the prairie.

- No, it's not, Rufus.

There's no code, no cahoots,

and there ain't gonna be any marriage.

Oh, yeah? Well, I got a pepper box

that says otherwise.

It's nature's way!

And Preach here,

he's gonna officiate it so it's legit.

And then I'm gonna hang him,

vengeance style.

And then you and me,

we're gonna start anew

and carry on the plans for

the copper mine that you and Anton had.

- Rufus...

- Now get up and reach for the sky.

I mean it! Don't try any funny business.

All right, let's see here.

Goddamn it.

Do either of you know how to do this?

- I'm terrible with knots, too.

- Rufus, quit it.

This is madness

and it ain't gonna happen.

Shit.

Well, if it don't, I'm gonna shoot

the both of you and leave you for dead.

- I've been through hell. I'm done.

- I'm with child!

Did you know that?

- No. You're not.

- Am too.

You kill me and you also

kill your baby kinfolk.

How's that settle with you?

How do I know it's my true kinfolk?

I'm not gonna spend another minute

trying to convince you

how much I loved your brother.

You know it, you saw it,

and if you're gonna go on questioning

the validity of my feelings,

then you can go to hell.

I don't wanna hurt you, but I'm not

gonna let you pin this on me either.

This guy was just some goddamn tagalong

stool-pigeon preacher and that's it.

And if you actually think

I'd be a part of this,

then you're the biggest moron of all.

Now, I'm gonna go to town

and see a doctor.

You're gonna let both of us go

with no hassle whatsoever.

You're gonna go back to your place,

milk your goat and start anew

by yourself. Is that clear?

We are gonna make the best

out of this goddamn awful situation.

Do you know if it's a boy? Or a girl?

I don't know.

I've always wanted to be an uncle.

Rufus!

How did you...?

Why did you do this to me?

I didn't do anything to you.

You're my goddamn brother-in-law.

You always were so frickin' beautiful.

Like a peach.

Anton always got the peaches.

All's I got was pears.

Rotten ones, at that.

Hey.

You all right, ma'am?

Who the hell are you?

Why did you do that?

Zachariah Running Bear's my name.

- Why I did that is you were in danger.

- I had it under control.

- He's just trying to save us, Penelope.

- I don't need anybody's saving!

Here you go, ma'am.

Obliged.

This...

is my personal boundary.

If either of you try anything

off-kilter, you'll regret it.

Those were some of the most

tender victuals I ever had.

Thank you.

You wouldn't happen to have

any firewater, would you?

I sure could use some.

No.

That white woman, is she taken?

Well, I guess so. So to speak.

- She has a personal boundary.

- Oh, I see.

You know, I've never met

a bona fide Indian in the wild before.

Or a noble savage of any kind.

It's your lucky day.

What tribe are you?

Can I guess?

No.

I understand.

Probably more sacred that way.

I'd like to make you a proposition.

I sit here before you an empty vessel.

A soulless neophyte

of paleface proportions.

I hereby beg of you

to consider whisking me away

to wherever it is you call home,

be it tepee, wigwam, cave or whatever,

teaching me your native tongue,

showing me your ancient traditions,

sharing with me the way of your people.

I'd be eternally grateful.

And...

And I think it would be

a win-win situation for both of us.

We don't even have to tell

the white lady.

We could just leave now

under the cover of darkness.

I have something for you.

An arrowhead.

What's wrong with you?

I need a fresh start.

I'd even let you scalp me.

Why would I want to do that?

I don't know.

I'm just in desperate need

of a clean slate.

- Let's sleep on it.

- OK.

Good idea.

Get up.

The Injun left before dawn.

Took yours and Rufus's horse.

And my mule.

Damn.

This is no good at all.

- Why would he do that?

- Are you really a preacher?

Not in the conventional sense,

though my heart's in the right place.

Are you really with child?

No.

Not that it's any of your business.

I wish I was, but I'm not.

Well, this is where we part ways.

Now?

Yep.

I'm done.

Want me to change my mind?

No.

Are you gonna take Butterscotch?

No.

I know I don't know everything,

but I know as much as I can handle

and I'd like to leave it at that.

I'm so sorry.

I'm so sorry.

Penelope! Hold up a second.

Penelope!

Please!

Penelope, I'm standing here thinking,

what am I supposed to do next?

- Where am I supposed to go from here?

- It's not my problem.

Yeah, but I look at you

and I'm wondering the same thing.

I came out here for a fresh start.

But it's just so dagburn tough,

so dagburn uninviting

and so dagburn lonely.

I mean,

look at this wasteland around us.

How's anyone

supposed to meet anyone out here?

Let alone someone you can trust,

you know?

So, so badly

I miss having someone to love me.

Or even more so,

I miss having someone

to give my love to.

In light of the harsh and unsavory

circumstances that bind us,

is it so unreasonable to suggest

that we make a go of it together

in this here hostile environment?

My wife died during childbirth.

All I want is love.

Love and survival is all I want.

You're not exclusive in that notion.

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