01x02 - Part 2

[bunniefuu]

♪ slow, melancholy music ♪

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[INSECTS BUZZING]

[FLAMES CRACKLING]

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You suppose I did something

to make the Almighty angry?

He just teaching you.

[SCOFFS] That I ain't a farmer?

Or that it's hard and takes patience.

Patience ain't gonna put money

in our pocket.

[FLAMES CRACKLING]

I ain't about to quit this.

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[BIRDS SINGING]

♪ slow, contemplative music ♪

[CHICKEN CLUCKING]

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[INSECTS TRILLING]

Step up.

Come on around. Come on around.

[INSECTS TRILLING]

Whoa.

I suspect you know who I am?

Don't matter, seeing as

you're fixing to tell me.

Name is Sherrill Lynn.

Deputy U.S. Marshal.

About 15 days ago,

me and another deputy, Horace Lee,

we went to serve a writ

in Choctaw Nation.

[SHERRILL CLEARS THROAT]

[SHERRILL SPITS INTO CUP]

We lit out after this red

named "One Charlie."

Charged with introduction of whiskey.

One Charlie popped Old Horry

right through the lung,

and he lay there for a good hour or so,

dying bad.

And I take things like that personal.

It's a dangerous job.

Judge Parker got his hands full.

He does.

But just yesterday,

we got a lead on an unruly broad

who's putting a roof

over One Charlie's skull.

His wife.

Fiercer than Mother Nature herself.

And you need somebody who knows Choctaw.

That

and someone who could sh**t

better than dear old Horace.

What's your offer?

Now, I spoke with Parker directly.

And he said to sign you up

as a posse man.

- Whose posse man, now?

- Mine.

Appreciate you, Deputy,

but I'm a farmer.

How many mouths you got to feed

with no harvest?

You can keep the cup.

Why not do it?

Figure I got a good reason

right in front of me,

four more upstairs.

Maybe five by tomorrow.

When we had nothing,

we dreamed of everything.

This land, you

That is everything.

Bass [CHUCKLES]

A man rode up here and asked for you.

By name.

A man with an opportunity, a choice.

[SCOFFS] We don't get many

of those, now, do we?

A white man with a g*n

and all that come with it.

A g*n is just a thing,

a tool, an instrument.

What matters is who plays it,

and you Gabriel.

Honey, you only seen me sh**t

wild turkeys and feral hogs.

Without a b*llet wasted.

I'm content to farm.

I'm free.

Are you?

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You got three types of rogues

around these parts.

There's the kind that steals horses,

the kind that supplies whiskey,

and the kind that's happy to cut

your heart out over both.

Welcome to the Dead Line.

You best load that antique of yours.

Out here, there ain't no laws,

only outlaws.

[INDISTINCT CHATTER]

Beautiful.

Excuse me?

The piano, ma'am. It's beautiful.

You play?

I'm sure your soaps or liniments

or tonics are marvels,

but I don't have time.

Do you have a sense

if it's a boy or a girl?

I have a sense

you want something from me.

No.

I want something for you.

Let us seize the promise

of Reconstruction.

Black paradise.

An entire state to call our own.

There's only one paradise,

and that's the one above.

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- [LAUGHS SOFTLY]

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Eyes up, Posse Man.

We're in it now.

Check that mess.

[WIND WHISTLING]

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[HORSE SPUTTERS]

[SHALLOW BREATHING]

[GASPING]

Run.

[g*nshots]

[g*nshots CONTINUE]

[GRUNTS]

[GRUNTS]

Yah!

[BIRDS BEGIN SINGING]

[HORSE SNORTS]

Heavenly Father,

I pray You meet his soul

with Your abundance of love

as he enters Your Heavenly Kingdom.

[HARNESS JINGLING]

Amen.

Hmm.

You still believe in a Lord

that let you spend

half your life in chains?

Man made those chains.

It was God who gave me the hope

to believe in a future without 'em.

Look what hope got him.

Prayers don't hurt.

Yeah. They don't help much, neither.

Let's go.

Where there's one crooked vulture,

there's soon to be more.

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[CLICKS TONGUE]

[BASS] That bitter

and hasty nation,

which shall march

through the breadth of the land,

to possess the dwelling places

that are not theirs.

They are terrible and dreadful:

their judgment and their dignity

shall proceed of themselves.

They shall come all for v*olence.

Their faces shall sup up

the east wind

and they shall gather the captivity

as the sand.

- [INSECTS TRILLING]

- [CAMPFIRE CRACKLING]

[SHERRILL] Not hungry?

[BASS] Not hungry enough.

[SHERRILL] Food gets scarce

around these parts.

Last winter, I plucked me a crow,

and I got a good taste

of what he was scrounging on

the day before.

You pay me an extra five dollars,

I'll scrounge you up

something better than crow.

Well, you've got yourself a hell

of an entrepreneurial spirit, Bass.

Now what I want to see is

some of that mystical bullshit

them savages taught you.

I don't see no savages.

Just men.

No different than you or me.

They're all K*llers, all thieves.

That ain't true, Sherrill.

Oh, you want to know the truth?

Thick of fighting, June 1864.

We was sailing the J.R. Williams

up the Arkansas.

Big old sturdy steamboat.

And a whole herd of them

animals, they bushwhacked us.

They had a whole cadre of, uh,

cannons hidden high back up there

in the timber,

overlooking the river.

The pilot house took the first ball,

then the boiler,

then the smokestack, and then

we were just all drowning

in the blood and the river.

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Most of us didn't make it out

of that iron coffin.

And those of us who did,

we didn't get very far.

Watie and his reds,

they were waiting for us

up on the muddy bank.

I was nearly dead myself.

About a half-second

before I got a glimpse

of my eternal damnation

pain just as bright as the sun

just ripped me back into life.

And I've got a knee on my throat.

And this unruly red bastard,

he's sawing away at my scalp

like he's a g*dd*mn fur trapper.

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It's hard for a man

to put fear and hate behind him.

Oh, hell, Bass, I ain't even trying.

Black, white or red,

we all just men.

[SHERRILL] sh*t.

[CROW CAWING]

[INSECTS TRILLING]

Why this man called "One Charlie"?

'Cause there ain't

another Charlie like him.

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- [INDISTINCT CHATTER]

- [INSECTS BUZZING]

[INDISTINCT CHATTER]

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[INDISTINCT CHATTER CONTINUES]

You do the serpent's tongue.

I do the roughhouse.

Go on.

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[SPEAKING CHOCTAW]

I see you.

Step aside, Posse Man.

[GRUNTS]

[GROANS]

Open the g*dd*mn door!

Get more bees with honey, Sherrill.

Or I might get stung.

- Whoa!

- [CLICKS]

[CHUCKLING]

Hey, get your damn hands off me!

Let me talk to her.

Just give me five minutes, alone.

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[SIGHS]

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[BIRDS SINGING]

Yes, ma'am.

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[INSECTS TRILLING]

What is it?

Something I've been waiting

to call my own.

Watch the legs now.

She a precious thing.

Get inside, little girl.

What's your name?

Arthur Mayberry, ma'am.

Well, Arthur, get to it.

Yes, ma'am.

[BIRDS SINGING]

[INSECTS TRILLING]

She's likely leading us

straight into an ambush.

She ain't.

Ride easy, Sherrill.

[MAN] Oh, sh*t.

[PANTING]

- Ride hard, Bass!

- Whoa!

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[HORSE NEIGHS]

[g*ns CLICKING]

Come on out with your hands up.

Might not understand you.

[g*nsh*t]

[BOTTLES CLINKING]

[SHERRILL] Let's boom back, Bass.

[g*nf*re CONTINUES]

Your arm.

Lay down cover, and I'll go around back.

You got some brass balls, Bass.

- Ready?

- Yeah.

[g*nshots]

Charlie!

[CHARLIE] Dead today, dead tomorrow.

What's the damn difference?!

Dignity, that's what.

Lay them irons down,

and I'll escort you all the way

to Fort Smith myself.

[CHARLIE] Ah, Sherrill won't

let that happen.

You have my word.

Keep him talking, Bass!

Charlie? Charlie?

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[CHARLIE SCREAMING]

Charlie?!

- [DOORKNOB RATTLING]

- Charlie!

[CHARLIE CONTINUES SCREAMING]

Charlie?

Charlie?

Hold on now!

Charlie?

Charlie!

[YELLING]

[YELLING CONTINUES]

What the hell'd you do?!

[CHARLIE YELLING]

Saving us time.

[YELLING]

[YELLING]

He ain't worth the b*llet.

[YELLING]

One Less Charlie, I suppose.

[FLAMES CRACKLING]

[INSECTS TRILLING]

[MATCH STRIKES]

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[DISTRESSED LOWING]

[QUIET GROWL]

[INSECTS TRILLING]

[ANIMALS LOWING]

[LOW GROWLING]

[ANIMAL LOWING]

[ANIMAL LOWING]

[PAINED LOWING]

[GROWLING]

[GROWLING]

[WHIMPERING, BARKING]

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[CALF CHUFFING]

Hush now.

[CALF GRUNTS]

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[YELLING ECHOES]

[SHERRILL GROANS]

Sometimes you got to be judge,

jury and executioner.

Charlie sh*t first.

If that devil had just done

what I told him to do,

you wouldn't have had to pump

lead into his thick skull.

Better than being a dead one.

Or a poor farmer.

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- [DIALOGUE INAUDIBLE]

[SHERRILL GROANING]

[INSECTS TRILLING]

[SHERRILL GROANS]

[SHERRILL GRUNTS]

You leave here,

don't you be thinking

you gonna get one thin cent

of what I promised you.

That scar on your head?

It's got chains around your heart.

Spoken from a man who knows.

You like the man you are, Deputy?

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[CATTLE LOWING]

[INSECTS TRILLING]

[SIGHS]

Didn't mean to disturb you, ma'am.

[CHUCKLES] And yet, you slip over?

I did see that your piano needs fixing.

I could maybe help with that.

You're a sweet boy, Arthur,

which is why I'm going

to do you the service of saying,

don't come back here again.

Not till Sally's older.

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Hmm.

- [INDISTINCT CHATTER]

- [HAWK CALLING]

- [PLAYING PIANO SLOWLY]

- [ROCKING CHAIR CREAKING]

You're hurting my ears.

[STOPS PLAYING]

Spare your mama the honesty

just once and come sit with me.

What's so special about this old thing?

Nothing yet, but you and I are

gonna resurrect it.

Why can't Harriet?

'Cause when you were growing

in my belly,

I played all the time.

- You did?

- Mm-hmm.

Mistress on the plantation

fancied herself kind

by teaching me how.

- I'd never play again, then.

- Mm, see,

the piano was hers, but the music?

[PLAYS A FEW CHORDS]

That was all mine.

Always have something that's yours

and yours alone, baby.

[INSECTS TRILLING]

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[BIRD SQUAWKING]

- Daddy!

- Daddy!

- Daddy.

- Dad.

Daddy.

Hi, Bass.

How the one I haven't met?

Restless like my granddaddy.

Thought if he's a boy, we should

name him "Bennie" in his honor.

[BASS CHUCKLES SOFTLY]

Man in town tried

to sell me paradise, so,

I bought that piano instead.

With what?

With the promise that my husband

was making a decent payday.

About that

About what?

Um

I hit another white man.

Not that deputy?

I'm sorry.

I'll figure a way to pay for the piano.

[SIGHS]

Hup, hup.

[BIRDS SINGING]

[CHICKENS CLUCKING]

Come on around. Come on around.

- Step up.

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Whoa.

Take the kids inside!

Get your brother

and sisters in the house.

- But Mama

- Girl, I'm not asking.

Come on.

No need to puff your chest

in front of my family.

Hmm.

[SHERRILL] Just so we're clear,

I would've done One Charlie the same way

and not think twice about it

if it meant it was you and I

walking away from there

with air in our lungs.

And I'm not looking

to take anything back, either.

Christ, Bass.

You are the most earnest man

I have ever met.

Which is likely

to get you k*lled one day.

You got sand for this.

Most men don't.

What you saying?

I had a, uh

revelation, if you will,

and I took some of your

earnestness to Judge Parker.

And?

And he wants to make you

a g*dd*mn Deputy U.S. Marshal.

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You think you can handle

the weight of the badge?

[BASS] I know I can.

[INSECTS TRILLING]

Hey, handsome.

Sally okay?

Let's just say we got

a whole new wolf to worry about.

- [SIGHS]

- She'll be fine.

[JENNIE CHUCKLES]

She listens to you.

[SIGHS] She dream of faraway places.

I can't fault her.

One day, them dreams

gonna take her far away,

and she won't come back the same.

We didn't.

But our love held strong.

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Hers will, too. That won't change.

Mm.

God showed us the way.

And now?

Do His will.

Justice.

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[PARKER] I need a man

with a good g*n and a straight spine.

You up for the task?

[GARRETT] Billy Crow.

Wanted in connection with

a stagecoach robbery.

Well, I can help you

with that, Deputy Reeves.

Gonna hold you to that.

[PARKER] It's hard work.

It exacts a toll.

Few men survive long enough

to be good at it.

You gonna sh**t me?

No.

But they will.

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