The Son (2017–2019): Season 1, Episode 6 - The Buffalo Hunter - full transcript
Young Eli makes a choice with dangerous consequences in 1849. In 1915, the McCulloughs deal with a tragedy while Jeannie seeks to save the family.
Pete:
Tom Sullivan was family to me,
to us.
I grew up
being rocked on his knee,
sitting in front of him
on his horse.
And Daddy was gone
most of the time,
so it was Tom who taught
my brothers and -- and me
how to ride and shoot.
And I can't think
of a single good time
I ever had on this ranch
that didn't involve that man.
I mean, he was there when --
when Sally and I got married...
-Man: Amen.
...was there when the kids
were born.
I watched you guys grow up
on his knee just like I did.
He was there
for all the bad times as well.
Man: Yes, he was.
He was there that day
the Apache killed my --
my mother and my brother.
He was the reason
Phineas and I survived.
He fought like a mother bear
to protect us.
Man: Quite a soldier.
He saved us...
Man: Nobody better.
...and I couldn't save him.
And some of you might say to me,
"Well, Peter, he forgives you."
Right now
he's living in a place
where the streams run clear...
...and the grass is up
to your chest,
the horses never get tired.
-Man: That's right.
That's right.
I don't know
if any of that is real.
I used to think someone was
watching over us,
but these days,
when I look around,
I'm not sure about that.
I'm finished.
Please, carry on, Brother.
Minister: Of course.
Can I go, too?
No, you give me a moment
with your daddy.
There's a good girl.
Minister:
A reading from Revelation.
"And I heard a voice
from Heaven saying,
blessed are the dead
who die in the Lord
from now on."
Perhaps you should go away
for a spell.
Go up to Austin,
see your wife.
I don't think
that's a good idea.
I'm not a source of comfort
for her.
It ain't her
I'm worried about.
Your children need a daddy.
This ranch needs a leader.
So whatever it takes
to get your head right,
you better do it.
Yes, sir.
Whatever you say, sir.
Indians, right?
Apache.
You know this story?
Daddy says I'm not allowed
to hear it all till I'm older.
Well, you look old enough
to me.
**
It was 1881.
Your daddy
was about 4 or 5.
There hadn't been an Indian raid
for a long while,
so I thought we were safe.
I'd gone up to Wichita
on some cattle business,
and when I'd got back,
Sullivan had buried
your grandmother
and your Uncle Everett.
However...
he did save your daddy
and Uncle Phineas.
I took some vaqueros,
and we hunted down
that band of Apaches
and killed them.
All of them?
Well, not exactly.
There was one survivor,
a young boy.
The last of his kind.
After it was over,
we headed back home.
When we got to the river,
we saw that that Apache boy
had been following us
with his bow.
For 20 miles,
he kept up
with men on horseback.
For 20 miles, he'd been
running to his death.
A child like that...
A child like that
would've been worth
a thousand men today.
Where is he now?
I left him standing
at the riverbank.
Far as I know,
he's looking for me yet.
**
Man: We are living in
a historic moment, gentlemen.
You will tell your children
and grandchildren
about this terrible time
of violence.
No, thanks.
No, thank you, darling.
So the piano player
turns out to be her husband
and he had a shotgun.
Tom busts out of there,
buck naked,
and ran all the way back
through the ranch.
Oh, I must've spent
half the night
picking burrs
out of that man's ass.
The mark of a true friend.
To Tom Sullivan,
may he rest in peace.
Hear, hear.
How are you holding up?
Ah.
Not great, obviously.
Do you wanna talk about it?
Pedro: Maria...
Sí, Papá.
Sorry for your loss.
Thank you, sir.
Niles:
Our house is destroyed,
our brother's gunned down,
and yet, we prevail.
We must mourn Tom Sullivan
as we find strength
in ourselves.
We all have a responsibility
to ensure this never, ever
happens again.
Excuse me.
Damn shame what those sediciosos
did to this find house of yours.
I'm more worried about
my brother.
Like I said, damn shame.
Which one is Ramon?
He's right there.
Louis: What'd Ramon do?
He helped the sediciosos.
Led them to this very doorstep.
He's having a high old time,
ain't he?
He shouldn't be here.
Well...
maybe somebody
oughta tell him that.
Hey, Ramon, y'all probably
ought to get goin'.
What's wrong?
Do I gotta spell it out?
I've known Sully a long time,
Charles.
If I could take that bullet
for him, I would've done it.
Bullshit.
Browns stick with brown.
The sedicios held me
at gunpoint.
I led them in circles until
we ran into the Colonel.
Of course that's what
you say now.
Hey, this is
the whiskey talkin'.
Let's all stay calm.
It's okay. His house.
I know you ain't walking away
from Colonel McCullough's
grandson
when he's talking to you.
Out of the way, Louis.
I prefer "sir."
I don't say "sir"
to your kind.
You better watch yourself,
son.
**
Hey! I said knock it off.
Step back! Get back!
Keep your place!
What the hell's
going on here?
We were set upon by your men.
Your son showed great
potentiality for heroism.
Niles!
Time to go.
He should be rightly lauded.
I want you to apologize
to Ramon.
That's not necessary, Mr. Pete.
It was an accident.
Oh, no. Our men are family.
That's -- that's how
we treat 'em.
I want you to apologize.
Now.
Listen to your daddy.
I apologize, Ramon.
**
Shit.
Help! Help me!
Help me.
What the hell's going on here?
The Comanches
got me. They killed my family.
Are they still around?
They following you?
No. I left them a few days ago.
They think I'm dead.
Don't worry, kid.
We'll keep you safe.
You hurt?
No.
All right, well, come on.
You're welcome to join
our little camp.
Take a load off your dogs.
This'll be ready
in a few minutes.
Come on, sit down,
get some food in you.
Don't worry, kid.
It'll be all right.
**
You're safe now.
Mister, you better run.
I'm serious.
-Oh!
You little son of a bitch!
Grab your rifles!
Aah!
Man: I'm a Christian.
I have God on my side.
What're you doing?
Goddamn savages.
**
You've earned this,
Tiehteti.
We eat this winter
because of you.
You did good.
Man: No. What are you doing?
What are you doing?!
No! Please, no. No!
[Axe thudding,
man continues screaming]
I'm Eli.
People here
call me Tiehteti.
It means
"pathetic white boy."
You should eat something.
Starving yourself
just makes it worse.
Whether you eat or not,
they expect you to work.
What's your name?
Ingrid.
What kind of accent
is that?
German.
What are you doin' here?
I left home with my parents
during the war.
Which war?
The March Revolution.
A man sold us
some land here.
We came with
20 other families.
Nobody told you about
the Indians?
We were told
they were only stories.
Where'd you learn
how to do that?
You're good at it.
**
About a year ago, my parents
were killed by the Apache.
I was taken.
The Buffalo hunters
visited our camp
and they traded for me.
They were going to take me
back to civilization.
I was almost free.
I'm so sorry.
You didn't cause this.
You're just a captive
like me.
Right?
I was the one that found
your camp.
I thought I was doing
the right thing.
Like I said, I'm sorry.
You led them to us.
How's Jonas?
Healin' up.
Gracias.
He's out of danger.
He's at this fancy new hospital
in Austin.
45 beds.
Hmm.
Sally's up there with him.
That must be lonely
for you.
It's okay.
We needed
a little time apart.
I don't think you came here
to see my father.
I know the real person
I should be thanking is you.
You're the one who convinced him
to come to our rescue.
Had to be.
It was obvious
what had to be done.
So that's all this is?
A thank-you visit.
That's all.
You know I can tell
when you're lying.
Well, I know
you think you can.
It's strange,
sitting here
and drinking coffee with you.
Familiar.
Yeah.
That's a better word
for it.
So I guess you don't think much
of the old days, huh?
Nope.
Me neither.
Okay, Chestnut, we need
to retrace our steps exactly.
You got that?
It's real important.
We're gonna find
that oil seep.
Of course we are.
I believe in you, baby girl.
Where you goin'?
Come on.
**
I don't remember
any of this.
None of it looks familiar.
Goddamn!
Damn.
Well, put yourself back
where you were, Jeanne Anne.
You were running away.
What did you feel?
What did you hear?
Gunfire...
coming from the ranch.
So I'm guessing you would've
looked for cover,
which would've led you
that way.
Yeah.
Come on.
I think I know why
those bandits came after us.
Oh?
The man in the shed.
Hmm.
Do you care to elaborate?
I saw the man in the shed.
He had blood all over him.
Daddy put him in the truck
and just drove off.
Anything
your daddy's ever done,
he's done for the good
of this family.
Don't ever forget that.
The Garcías think
we killed him.
Did we?
The world's a dangerous place,
honey.
Your daddy and I tried
to protect you from that,
but now that you've seen it,
you've got a choice.
You can either curl up
in a little ball
or make yourself stronger.
Hmm.
Somebody help me!
Help!
Please, God, help me!
No, no, no.
Please.
Is anyone there?
Can anybody hear me?
Can anyone understand
what I'm saying?
Help me.
Leave that. Walk with me.
Help me.
Help!
You pity the new captives.
I don't.
You do.
The buffalo hunter lost
his honor when we caught him.
Torture is a chance for him
to get it back.
Instead,
he cries and screams.
I think Comanches
just like torture.
All people like torture.
White people, too.
Nobody I know would do that.
I've watched Rangers kill
children in front of my eyes.
"Little Indian becomes
a big Indian."
That's a saying among
white people, right?
It's how all people fight --
believing the enemy's not human.
What about my mother
and sister and brother?
They weren't your enemies.
They weren't hurting
anybody.
We've been on that land
since the beginning of time,
and yet, you decided
it was your own.
Did you not think that we would
fight to take it back?
Because when I steal something
from someone,
I expect they will want
to kill me.
White people, they do not.
They think everything
in this world
rightfully belongs to them.
They think they're entitled
to rob and cheat.
All the white people
I've ever met
tried to steal our land.
And yet, I have never met
a white man
who didn't look surprised
when I killed him.
Man: Please help me.
Help!
You deserve whatever happens
to you! You're animals!
This could be the end of you.
The Lord will see to it!
**
Somebody help me!
Help!
Is anyone there?
What's wrong?
Man: Can anyone help, please?
Can you not hear him
out there?
Are you upset
because he's white?
I don't know.
It's not good to discuss
this with anyone, even me.
Man: Help me.
I just wanna know
how you feel about it.
Man: Help me.
**
Can anyone hear me?
I wasn't born
into this band.
I was born into the Penateka --
honey eaters.
What happened?
The white Texans attacked
our camp.
The men were away, and...
it was just
women and children.
They killed everyone.
They picked up my baby brother
by the neck
and bashed his head
against a rock.
They cut
my mother's head off,
stuck a spear
between her legs.
My sister and I...ran.
We hid in the bushes,
and we watched them
kill everyone in our camp.
But why would they do that?
They want our land,
'cause no matter how much
they have, it's not enough.
You wanna know how I feel
about the buffalo hunter
being in pain?
I'm glad.
A McCullough has entered
the bar.
Louis, libate this man
post-haste.
Sit you down, son.
How you feelin'
this fine afternoon?
Fine, I guess.
This young man has weathered
a difficult spell.
We'll open the Gold Medal.
The South's
most illustrious liquor
traveled 1,500 miles
to get here.
Thank you, sir.
It is our pleasure,
Charles,
to offer hospitality
to one of our comrades
when he needs it most.
Now that's more like it.
Thank you very much, Louis.
To your future.
Ooh.
Now you see,
that is it exactly.
I knew you and I were alike
in this way.
Our souls feel
so damn responsible
to heal the social ills.
But we are buoyed
by righteousness.
And yet, can you believe
your daddy frets
I'm putting wrong thoughts
in your head?
The hell with my dad.
That's some phraseology.
I can't believe
he made me kiss
Ramon's brown ass
in front of everyone
on the ranch.
True.
Your daddy never should've
done that.
It was a shame
you did not deserve.
It's like his head
is screwed on backwards
these days.
I can't explain him.
Son, your daddy does not
define you.
**
And I will admit,
I have always had more in common
with your granddaddy
than with anyone else
in your family.
I've done a fair bit
of work for him, in fact.
What kind of work?
The kind your paterfamilias
lacks the stomach for.
Tell me, Charles,
does it not bother you
that one of your own vaqueros
led the greaser bandits
to your front door?
Hell, yeah, it bothers me.
But there's not much I can
do about it, though.
Well,
I respectfully disagree.
If you give a man a lever
and a place to put it,
he can move the world.
**
Man: Please, God, kill me!
Kill me!
Can anyone hear me?!
Can anyone help?
It's okay.
I'm here to help you.
This'll all be over soon.
**
Hey, Ramon.
Charles
Yep.
What are you doing
way out here?
I'm taking back that apology.
Come on, Charles,
time to go.
**
No!
Luisa! Luisa!
You said we were just
gonna scare him.
Oh, he's plenty scared.
There's no doubt on that front.
Would the suspect please explain
how he led a gang of killers
to the door of our community's
most prominent citizen?
Charles, please.
You know I wouldn't do this.
I believe him.
Let him -- let him go.
This is about justice, Charles.
I said let him go!
Would the suspect please explain
how he turned his employer's
family over to the sediciosos?
Niles, come on.
How he got numerous members
of our community
killed or wounded.
I would never
betray your family, Charles.
Please let him down!
Please!
I like Ramon just as much
as you do,
but it is the message
that matters.
Stop! Please stop!
Relax, son.
There's a science to this.
All right, come on.
Yeah.
Now you listen to me,
Ramon.
This is your last chance.
You confess, and we'll take you
to the sheriff...
...and you can have
your day in court.
But either way,
you've got to answer
for what you did.
Charles...
I forgive you.
Don't you let that copper-belly
mess with your head.
Bring him up.
No! No! No!
Get him!
No! No!
No!
Hey!
Hey! I don't like this
any more than you do.
Pete: Charles?
I was worried about you.
I'm all right.
Have you been drinking?
Hey, wait up.
I'm sorry I scolded you
in front of the others.
I never should've done that.
My head was messed up
because of Sullivan and, uh...
Are you all right?
I'm fine.
Jeannie: Yes.
I heard people and rode
straight into here.
This is it.
**
-Go right ahead.
Let me see.
I've spent my whole life
building something
to leave to my family,
Jeanne Anne,
and oil is the only way
I can keep it.
Now a goddamn miracle
has happened.
We found a spot
with so much oil,
it can't even stay
underground.
And it's a mile on the wrong
side of my neighbor's fence.
**
Tom Sullivan was family to me,
to us.
I grew up
being rocked on his knee,
sitting in front of him
on his horse.
And Daddy was gone
most of the time,
so it was Tom who taught
my brothers and -- and me
how to ride and shoot.
And I can't think
of a single good time
I ever had on this ranch
that didn't involve that man.
I mean, he was there when --
when Sally and I got married...
-Man: Amen.
...was there when the kids
were born.
I watched you guys grow up
on his knee just like I did.
He was there
for all the bad times as well.
Man: Yes, he was.
He was there that day
the Apache killed my --
my mother and my brother.
He was the reason
Phineas and I survived.
He fought like a mother bear
to protect us.
Man: Quite a soldier.
He saved us...
Man: Nobody better.
...and I couldn't save him.
And some of you might say to me,
"Well, Peter, he forgives you."
Right now
he's living in a place
where the streams run clear...
...and the grass is up
to your chest,
the horses never get tired.
-Man: That's right.
That's right.
I don't know
if any of that is real.
I used to think someone was
watching over us,
but these days,
when I look around,
I'm not sure about that.
I'm finished.
Please, carry on, Brother.
Minister: Of course.
Can I go, too?
No, you give me a moment
with your daddy.
There's a good girl.
Minister:
A reading from Revelation.
"And I heard a voice
from Heaven saying,
blessed are the dead
who die in the Lord
from now on."
Perhaps you should go away
for a spell.
Go up to Austin,
see your wife.
I don't think
that's a good idea.
I'm not a source of comfort
for her.
It ain't her
I'm worried about.
Your children need a daddy.
This ranch needs a leader.
So whatever it takes
to get your head right,
you better do it.
Yes, sir.
Whatever you say, sir.
Indians, right?
Apache.
You know this story?
Daddy says I'm not allowed
to hear it all till I'm older.
Well, you look old enough
to me.
**
It was 1881.
Your daddy
was about 4 or 5.
There hadn't been an Indian raid
for a long while,
so I thought we were safe.
I'd gone up to Wichita
on some cattle business,
and when I'd got back,
Sullivan had buried
your grandmother
and your Uncle Everett.
However...
he did save your daddy
and Uncle Phineas.
I took some vaqueros,
and we hunted down
that band of Apaches
and killed them.
All of them?
Well, not exactly.
There was one survivor,
a young boy.
The last of his kind.
After it was over,
we headed back home.
When we got to the river,
we saw that that Apache boy
had been following us
with his bow.
For 20 miles,
he kept up
with men on horseback.
For 20 miles, he'd been
running to his death.
A child like that...
A child like that
would've been worth
a thousand men today.
Where is he now?
I left him standing
at the riverbank.
Far as I know,
he's looking for me yet.
**
Man: We are living in
a historic moment, gentlemen.
You will tell your children
and grandchildren
about this terrible time
of violence.
No, thanks.
No, thank you, darling.
So the piano player
turns out to be her husband
and he had a shotgun.
Tom busts out of there,
buck naked,
and ran all the way back
through the ranch.
Oh, I must've spent
half the night
picking burrs
out of that man's ass.
The mark of a true friend.
To Tom Sullivan,
may he rest in peace.
Hear, hear.
How are you holding up?
Ah.
Not great, obviously.
Do you wanna talk about it?
Pedro: Maria...
Sí, Papá.
Sorry for your loss.
Thank you, sir.
Niles:
Our house is destroyed,
our brother's gunned down,
and yet, we prevail.
We must mourn Tom Sullivan
as we find strength
in ourselves.
We all have a responsibility
to ensure this never, ever
happens again.
Excuse me.
Damn shame what those sediciosos
did to this find house of yours.
I'm more worried about
my brother.
Like I said, damn shame.
Which one is Ramon?
He's right there.
Louis: What'd Ramon do?
He helped the sediciosos.
Led them to this very doorstep.
He's having a high old time,
ain't he?
He shouldn't be here.
Well...
maybe somebody
oughta tell him that.
Hey, Ramon, y'all probably
ought to get goin'.
What's wrong?
Do I gotta spell it out?
I've known Sully a long time,
Charles.
If I could take that bullet
for him, I would've done it.
Bullshit.
Browns stick with brown.
The sedicios held me
at gunpoint.
I led them in circles until
we ran into the Colonel.
Of course that's what
you say now.
Hey, this is
the whiskey talkin'.
Let's all stay calm.
It's okay. His house.
I know you ain't walking away
from Colonel McCullough's
grandson
when he's talking to you.
Out of the way, Louis.
I prefer "sir."
I don't say "sir"
to your kind.
You better watch yourself,
son.
**
Hey! I said knock it off.
Step back! Get back!
Keep your place!
What the hell's
going on here?
We were set upon by your men.
Your son showed great
potentiality for heroism.
Niles!
Time to go.
He should be rightly lauded.
I want you to apologize
to Ramon.
That's not necessary, Mr. Pete.
It was an accident.
Oh, no. Our men are family.
That's -- that's how
we treat 'em.
I want you to apologize.
Now.
Listen to your daddy.
I apologize, Ramon.
**
Shit.
Help! Help me!
Help me.
What the hell's going on here?
The Comanches
got me. They killed my family.
Are they still around?
They following you?
No. I left them a few days ago.
They think I'm dead.
Don't worry, kid.
We'll keep you safe.
You hurt?
No.
All right, well, come on.
You're welcome to join
our little camp.
Take a load off your dogs.
This'll be ready
in a few minutes.
Come on, sit down,
get some food in you.
Don't worry, kid.
It'll be all right.
**
You're safe now.
Mister, you better run.
I'm serious.
-Oh!
You little son of a bitch!
Grab your rifles!
Aah!
Man: I'm a Christian.
I have God on my side.
What're you doing?
Goddamn savages.
**
You've earned this,
Tiehteti.
We eat this winter
because of you.
You did good.
Man: No. What are you doing?
What are you doing?!
No! Please, no. No!
[Axe thudding,
man continues screaming]
I'm Eli.
People here
call me Tiehteti.
It means
"pathetic white boy."
You should eat something.
Starving yourself
just makes it worse.
Whether you eat or not,
they expect you to work.
What's your name?
Ingrid.
What kind of accent
is that?
German.
What are you doin' here?
I left home with my parents
during the war.
Which war?
The March Revolution.
A man sold us
some land here.
We came with
20 other families.
Nobody told you about
the Indians?
We were told
they were only stories.
Where'd you learn
how to do that?
You're good at it.
**
About a year ago, my parents
were killed by the Apache.
I was taken.
The Buffalo hunters
visited our camp
and they traded for me.
They were going to take me
back to civilization.
I was almost free.
I'm so sorry.
You didn't cause this.
You're just a captive
like me.
Right?
I was the one that found
your camp.
I thought I was doing
the right thing.
Like I said, I'm sorry.
You led them to us.
How's Jonas?
Healin' up.
Gracias.
He's out of danger.
He's at this fancy new hospital
in Austin.
45 beds.
Hmm.
Sally's up there with him.
That must be lonely
for you.
It's okay.
We needed
a little time apart.
I don't think you came here
to see my father.
I know the real person
I should be thanking is you.
You're the one who convinced him
to come to our rescue.
Had to be.
It was obvious
what had to be done.
So that's all this is?
A thank-you visit.
That's all.
You know I can tell
when you're lying.
Well, I know
you think you can.
It's strange,
sitting here
and drinking coffee with you.
Familiar.
Yeah.
That's a better word
for it.
So I guess you don't think much
of the old days, huh?
Nope.
Me neither.
Okay, Chestnut, we need
to retrace our steps exactly.
You got that?
It's real important.
We're gonna find
that oil seep.
Of course we are.
I believe in you, baby girl.
Where you goin'?
Come on.
**
I don't remember
any of this.
None of it looks familiar.
Goddamn!
Damn.
Well, put yourself back
where you were, Jeanne Anne.
You were running away.
What did you feel?
What did you hear?
Gunfire...
coming from the ranch.
So I'm guessing you would've
looked for cover,
which would've led you
that way.
Yeah.
Come on.
I think I know why
those bandits came after us.
Oh?
The man in the shed.
Hmm.
Do you care to elaborate?
I saw the man in the shed.
He had blood all over him.
Daddy put him in the truck
and just drove off.
Anything
your daddy's ever done,
he's done for the good
of this family.
Don't ever forget that.
The Garcías think
we killed him.
Did we?
The world's a dangerous place,
honey.
Your daddy and I tried
to protect you from that,
but now that you've seen it,
you've got a choice.
You can either curl up
in a little ball
or make yourself stronger.
Hmm.
Somebody help me!
Help!
Please, God, help me!
No, no, no.
Please.
Is anyone there?
Can anybody hear me?
Can anyone understand
what I'm saying?
Help me.
Leave that. Walk with me.
Help me.
Help!
You pity the new captives.
I don't.
You do.
The buffalo hunter lost
his honor when we caught him.
Torture is a chance for him
to get it back.
Instead,
he cries and screams.
I think Comanches
just like torture.
All people like torture.
White people, too.
Nobody I know would do that.
I've watched Rangers kill
children in front of my eyes.
"Little Indian becomes
a big Indian."
That's a saying among
white people, right?
It's how all people fight --
believing the enemy's not human.
What about my mother
and sister and brother?
They weren't your enemies.
They weren't hurting
anybody.
We've been on that land
since the beginning of time,
and yet, you decided
it was your own.
Did you not think that we would
fight to take it back?
Because when I steal something
from someone,
I expect they will want
to kill me.
White people, they do not.
They think everything
in this world
rightfully belongs to them.
They think they're entitled
to rob and cheat.
All the white people
I've ever met
tried to steal our land.
And yet, I have never met
a white man
who didn't look surprised
when I killed him.
Man: Please help me.
Help!
You deserve whatever happens
to you! You're animals!
This could be the end of you.
The Lord will see to it!
**
Somebody help me!
Help!
Is anyone there?
What's wrong?
Man: Can anyone help, please?
Can you not hear him
out there?
Are you upset
because he's white?
I don't know.
It's not good to discuss
this with anyone, even me.
Man: Help me.
I just wanna know
how you feel about it.
Man: Help me.
**
Can anyone hear me?
I wasn't born
into this band.
I was born into the Penateka --
honey eaters.
What happened?
The white Texans attacked
our camp.
The men were away, and...
it was just
women and children.
They killed everyone.
They picked up my baby brother
by the neck
and bashed his head
against a rock.
They cut
my mother's head off,
stuck a spear
between her legs.
My sister and I...ran.
We hid in the bushes,
and we watched them
kill everyone in our camp.
But why would they do that?
They want our land,
'cause no matter how much
they have, it's not enough.
You wanna know how I feel
about the buffalo hunter
being in pain?
I'm glad.
A McCullough has entered
the bar.
Louis, libate this man
post-haste.
Sit you down, son.
How you feelin'
this fine afternoon?
Fine, I guess.
This young man has weathered
a difficult spell.
We'll open the Gold Medal.
The South's
most illustrious liquor
traveled 1,500 miles
to get here.
Thank you, sir.
It is our pleasure,
Charles,
to offer hospitality
to one of our comrades
when he needs it most.
Now that's more like it.
Thank you very much, Louis.
To your future.
Ooh.
Now you see,
that is it exactly.
I knew you and I were alike
in this way.
Our souls feel
so damn responsible
to heal the social ills.
But we are buoyed
by righteousness.
And yet, can you believe
your daddy frets
I'm putting wrong thoughts
in your head?
The hell with my dad.
That's some phraseology.
I can't believe
he made me kiss
Ramon's brown ass
in front of everyone
on the ranch.
True.
Your daddy never should've
done that.
It was a shame
you did not deserve.
It's like his head
is screwed on backwards
these days.
I can't explain him.
Son, your daddy does not
define you.
**
And I will admit,
I have always had more in common
with your granddaddy
than with anyone else
in your family.
I've done a fair bit
of work for him, in fact.
What kind of work?
The kind your paterfamilias
lacks the stomach for.
Tell me, Charles,
does it not bother you
that one of your own vaqueros
led the greaser bandits
to your front door?
Hell, yeah, it bothers me.
But there's not much I can
do about it, though.
Well,
I respectfully disagree.
If you give a man a lever
and a place to put it,
he can move the world.
**
Man: Please, God, kill me!
Kill me!
Can anyone hear me?!
Can anyone help?
It's okay.
I'm here to help you.
This'll all be over soon.
**
Hey, Ramon.
Charles
Yep.
What are you doing
way out here?
I'm taking back that apology.
Come on, Charles,
time to go.
**
No!
Luisa! Luisa!
You said we were just
gonna scare him.
Oh, he's plenty scared.
There's no doubt on that front.
Would the suspect please explain
how he led a gang of killers
to the door of our community's
most prominent citizen?
Charles, please.
You know I wouldn't do this.
I believe him.
Let him -- let him go.
This is about justice, Charles.
I said let him go!
Would the suspect please explain
how he turned his employer's
family over to the sediciosos?
Niles, come on.
How he got numerous members
of our community
killed or wounded.
I would never
betray your family, Charles.
Please let him down!
Please!
I like Ramon just as much
as you do,
but it is the message
that matters.
Stop! Please stop!
Relax, son.
There's a science to this.
All right, come on.
Yeah.
Now you listen to me,
Ramon.
This is your last chance.
You confess, and we'll take you
to the sheriff...
...and you can have
your day in court.
But either way,
you've got to answer
for what you did.
Charles...
I forgive you.
Don't you let that copper-belly
mess with your head.
Bring him up.
No! No! No!
Get him!
No! No!
No!
Hey!
Hey! I don't like this
any more than you do.
Pete: Charles?
I was worried about you.
I'm all right.
Have you been drinking?
Hey, wait up.
I'm sorry I scolded you
in front of the others.
I never should've done that.
My head was messed up
because of Sullivan and, uh...
Are you all right?
I'm fine.
Jeannie: Yes.
I heard people and rode
straight into here.
This is it.
**
-Go right ahead.
Let me see.
I've spent my whole life
building something
to leave to my family,
Jeanne Anne,
and oil is the only way
I can keep it.
Now a goddamn miracle
has happened.
We found a spot
with so much oil,
it can't even stay
underground.
And it's a mile on the wrong
side of my neighbor's fence.
**