(banjo playing) MAN (voice-over): War and me took to each other real well. (gunfire) Felt like it had meaning. The feeling of doing what you thought was right. But it wasn't. Folks can believe what they like, but eventually a man's got to decide if he's gonna do what's right. (tense music) (rock music) (squawks) That choice cost me more than I bargained for. BOY (fading in): Daddy! (groans) BOY: Daddy! -Daddy! -Son! Brave boy. My son Jeb was brave. -Loyal, too. -WOMAN: Jonah! And then he was murdered by his best friend in cold blood. Isn't that right, Hex? Turnbull, let 'em go. Son, you are not fit to wear this uniform. You're a coward and a traitor. Fine, I am. It's got nothing to do with them. -Of course it does. -No. -You killed the only family I had. Turnbull-- General, please don't do this. Betrayed your own men, and you murdered my son. I'm begging you, sir, I'm begging you. You took everything that I love, Jonah Hex. You know what that feels like? -Don't do this. -Feels like this. I want you to watch. -No, no! -(woman screams) -No, no! -(woman and boy screaming) BOY: Daddy! WOMAN: Jonah! (woman and boy screaming) (Jonah panting) (screaming stops) (whistles) (panting) You're going to go free-- free to walk this earth with a mark on your flesh, and every day that mark will remind you of the man who took everything you had. (grunts) -(sizzling) -(screams) JONAH (voice-over): I hung on that cross for days. By the time the Crow Indians found me and cut me down... (crows cawing) ...I was nearly dead. Those medicine men did what they could to bring me back, but somehow they just couldn't get me all the way out and crows just seemed to stay with me. (crows cawing) Didn't make me immortal. Just left me with the curse of knowing the other side. (crow cawing) See, talking to dead folks ain't natural. Sometimes they're the only ones who'll point the way. (thunder cracks) I searched this land high and low, hunting old Turnbull down. But then that old bastard played one final trick on me and died in a hotel fire. The man that took my family was dead. I had nowhere to go and a heart full of vengeance. I did what come natural and turned to bounty hunting. (gunshots) Punishing the guilty wherever there was profit. This here's my story. (wind whistling, bird squawking) (bodies dragging) (metallic squeaking) (squeaking continues) (horse whinnies) (quiet panting) (horse neighs, clattering) Jonah Hex. Jonah Hex. These the boys you wanted. MAYOR: The Clayton boys. That's right. Appear we have a little problem, Mr. Hex. They's four Clayton boys. This only three boys. I don't see my way we could possibly recompense you the agreed upon "recomseption." (flies buzzing, mayor gags) The rest of him was too fat for my horse. Well, now, Mr. Hex, these boys were no end of trouble to us simple folk. You showed me proof they was guilty. I brought 'em in, simple as that. You surely have done us quite a favour. Transaction's all it was. I'll collect my $100 bounty on 'em and be on my way. That there, Mr. Hex, was more of a limited-time offer. But you'll pay it, all the same. Oh, hell, Mr. Hex. There's an unscrupulous man or two'd pay double that for your stinking hide. (crow caws) Five coffins. Sure you don't need eight? -Cut him down! -(crows cawing) -(gunshot) (men screaming) (gunfire) (bullet whooshes) (bullet whooshes) (bell ringing) (grunts) (panting) (grunts) (crow caws) (man grunts) (gas hissing) (hissing continues) (cow moos) (mooing continues) (badge rattling) Congratulations. (grunts) (horse whinnies) (grunts) (gun cocks) (hissing) (boom!) (ominous music) (train whistle blowing) (train cars rattling) -Pick it up. Okay. -All right, I'm in, deal. (indistinct chatter) (train chugging) (indistinct chatter) (hissing) Mom, what do you suppose those men are doing? Oh, get down! (gasping) -(woman screams) -UNION OFFICER: Stay calm. We've got them 20 to one. (puffs loudly) (whistling "When Johnny Comes Marching Home") Prepare to engage! (continues whistling) (guns cock) (gunfire, screaming) Look out! (neighs) (train whistle blows) I'll take out the conductor! Secure the weapons! Nobody move! Everybody, get back! (yells) (passengers gasp, brakes screech) -We're slowing down. -(whistling continues) (train whistle blows) (Union officers shouting) (debris clattering) MAN (voice-over): You're sure, absolutely sure it was Turnbull? Positive, President Grant. Bastard must have faked his own death. -Why now? -I can hazard a guess. There are centennial celebrations being prepared in more than 20 states. Whatever he's preparing... we've probably got ten days to find him. MAN: Begging your pardon, sir, but why does the president care if one old Confederate general is alive? GRANT: After Gettysburg, Turnbull changed. He targeted hospitals, schools, churches. Strike enough fear into people's hearts and eventually they'll tear down the government that failed to protect them. His, uh, Mexican slaves had a nickname for him. -What was it? -Terrorista. -Terrorista. Load all that cannon onto our wagon. Find what's left of our two boys and give 'em an honourable burial. Burn the rest. GRANT (voice-over): Tell me what you know, Lieutenant. All we can confirm is that Turnbull took something off that train and that he broke into the U.S. Armoury in Virginia a week before that. Summerland, Virginia? -Yes, sir. -He's building it. -The plans were never completed. -He's building the weapon. Sir, as you know, my unit is the very best. Yes, Lieutenant, which is why I need you to locate this man. LIEUTENANT: Jonah Hex? GRANT: Hmm. LIEUTENANT: Hex is a lawless bounty hunter. GRANT: The man was a hero once. LIEUTENANT: Sir, we've all heard the stories, but... GRANT: It was Hex who turned in Turnbull and his men, and he paid a terrible price for it. -Sir, Turn... -Mark my words, gentlemen. The very fate of our nation may rest on the shoulders of Jonah Hex. (glass breaking, laughter) (piano playing lively tune) (grunts) (indistinct chatter) (grunts) He don't look so tough. Looks tough to me. Not to me. Watch this. Hey, Hex, what happened to your face? -(gunshot) -(music stops) (crickets chirping) Cut myself shaving. What happened to yours? (piano resumes) For the broken window. (coins clinking) (piano playing in distance) It's about time for you to move on, Mr. Nash. Grayden, please. Door's right there. Will you at least consider it? I'll leave her, the store. Hell, my kids. Let's go to the city. I don't play house. Our transaction is done here. You want to see me tomorrow, you pay fair, like everyone else. I don't want anybody else's hands on you, Lilah. (gun cocks) Mr. Nash. All right. All right, I'll see you tomorrow. (indistinct chatter and piano continue) (knocking on door) Look, buzzard... Jonah Hex. Lilah. Get inside. LILAH: It's been a while, Hex. JONAH: Yeah, that it has. (sighs) You worry about me, don't you? No. Hmm... hmm. Well, I worry about you. Look how many times you been shot. Just one more that's gonna do it. Well, it seems like I've been luckier than most in that respect. Which one was the first one? I don't recall a first or last. Why don't we call this one number one? Hmm. This can be number two. Three. Four. (bell tolling, indistinct chatter) It ain't safe here, Jonah. (rooster crowing) They'll be coming for you. Yeah, well, they always do. I saw them notices. It's different this time. You killed them lawmen. Oh, they was wearing badges, but not one of 'em was no lawman. You'll hang for it, if the army don't gun you down first. Well... then I'll be moving on. Maybe south ways. Of course you are. It's paradise, you know, waiting around here on you. We can go somewhere. Everyone who gets close to me dies. There's no future for you and me, Lilah. (whispering): Look at you, setting the rules. (grunts) You know, you shouldn't be so sure of me, Jonah Hex. Next time you come around, I may not be here. Hmm, it's the best I can do, Lilah. (guns cock) Christ, woman, how many men you seeing today? Jonah Hex? By Presidential Act, you are hereby inducted into military service. A reward will be offered for the administration of your duties. Your country needs you. -Ain't my country. -(guns cock) You get lost or get dead. Hex, you got to come with us. No. You can't outshoot a dozen men. I might like them odds. Quentin Turnbull... You dare say that name to me? (gulps) Quentin Turnbull is alive. (tense music) (action music) JONAH (voice-over): Turnbull. He's alive. I thought I'd never hear that name again. Thank you so much for joining us, Mr. Hex. The boy told me to talk to you. Where's Turnbull? The president seems to think that you're special, magic even. We'll just see about that. -You don't know, do you? -Oh, we know. Frankly, what I don't know is why we're even bothering with you. Let me show you something. This is the future, Hex. Intelligence, information. With our sophisticated network, men like you will be a thing of the past. (electricity crackling, man groaning) When we get this strung up... (groaning) Future's bright. Now, you listen to me, bounty hunter. I happen to have quality intelligence that says that Turnbull and his band of bastards are headed northeast of here to Springfield, Georgia. And how'd you come by this quality... what'd you call it? Intelligence. Right, yeah. Turnbull's men assaulted one of our trains, yet we did manage to overcome this one deadly outlaw. Told us everything we needed to know. Unfortunately, he died during our interrogation. I want to talk to him. He's dead, Hex. Yeah, I'll have a word with him, all the same. (rattling) (gasps) How you doing there? (distorted): What's happening to me? Afraid you're dead, friend. How can you speak to me? Well, it's kind of a knack I picked up when I near died myself. (grunting) I can make it stop. Just need to get some information first. You see, what I done to you is unnatural. I keep you out of the ground too long, you're likely to just burn right on up, and it seems like the fresher dead you are, the quicker it happens. Being dead, you can see the comings and goings of anyone you knew when you was alive. What do you want? I'm looking for Quentin Turnbull. Never knew Turnbull. -Who recruited you? -Make the pain stop. -Who? -Make the pain stop. (groans) Who? -Slocum. -What? OUTLAW (voice-over): Royal Slocum. Where? Runs a fight tent down South Carolina. (gasping) Dirt likes dead, dead likes dirt, simple as that. (distant barking) What is that sound? Oh, them? Them's likely hellhounds. Reckon they smell fresh meat. Waiting for you for when I let you go, no doubt. No, no. I wouldn't try to pet 'em if I was you. (rattling) I'm headed southeast. 30 seconds with a dead man and... Ask him yourself. MAN: Hustle up! (bones crunch) (bird screeches in distance) (tense music) (flames roar, crackle) (Jonah screams) Mr. Turnbull, uh, sir, I'm not sure I can, uh, deliver what you're asking. The reason I'm sure you'll provide what I'm requesting is because it profits you, and, son, you're no more capable of turning down a profit than a maggot is of turning down a carcass. Now, don't worry. You're free to continue your double-dealing in the Capitol back rooms over fine cigars and 200-year-old malt... but you'll continue to do what I ask of you. Mr. Turnbull, I've given you the routes for every top secret shipment, location of the plans, but this, sir, I really... (choking) The hour is approaching. Make no mistake, this country will not see its second century, and when America is in flames, you will be glad that you chose wisely. (clanging) (voice-over): You will tell me where the trigger devices for that weapon are hidden. (metallic scraping) (clicking) Pretty orange balls. Don't seem like much. Aye... but they'll turn the world to dust, all the same. Marvellous. Take 'em, boys, but be careful. Wouldn't want to drop 'em. (man groaning) Grab that fella. (glass breaks, horse neighs) (laughs) Casualties? The soldiers are all dead. -What is this? -Oh, we found this one with shoulder bars on his coat. Please... let the innocents go. There are no innocents. (gunshot) (horse snorts) (cheering and shouting in distance) (crowd cheering wildly) You're going to need to check that iron, mister. (cheering) All right, this is what you all been waiting for, -you degenerate bastards! -Come on! (laughs) In this corner, the Barbarian! And in this corner, from halfway across the world, the Snake-man! Feed him the rattlesnake venom! (hissing) (laughs) -Nice pastime you got here, Colonel. -Hex. Come on, come on, come on! Yeah! Go on. Get it done already. (crowd shouting) You don't mean to kill me. I haven't made up my mind. Let's see how this little visit goes. (hisses) (crowd cheering) Looking for Turnbull. Shit, Turnbull's dead. You know that good as anyone. Government said he didn't burn in no fire. -(fighters grunting) -SLOCUM: You're chasing ghosts. You should let this go. (Barbarian grunts, Snake-man hisses) You put your best friend in the grave. You betrayed your regiment. For what-- honour? There's no honour in war. War is killing, simple as that. (grunting and hissing) A little blood spilled and this country could have been ours. Those days are long passed. (crowd cheers, Snake-man hisses) (grunts) What if I told you it's not too late, that we could still bring this unholy union of states to its knees? (hissing and grunting) Don't you want a second chance? All right. I decided I am going to kill you. I kind of thought that might be your sentiments on the matter. (screams) Boys... (gun hammers cocking) ...toss him in. (screaming) (hissing) (crowd cheering) Slocum... (Barbarian screams) ...where's Turnbull? Why don't you ask your dead friend Jeb? I reckon you can catch up with him in Hell. You know, Colonel... ...that's a mighty good idea. (grunting) (hissing) (roars) -Get him in there! -Get in, get in there, you mutt! Get him in the cage! -You boys want a fair fight? -(indistinct chatter) (men grunting, dog barking) They're just jealous of your good looks, boy. (panting) (screaming) (horse neighs) (ominous music) (metal clangs) (whimpers) Suit yourself. Can't say I blame you. (barking) 'Meanwhile, down on Earth, all those shipwrecks could become playgrounds 1 THINKS: 'I blame the ocean. That's what divides us as people. 'I mean, if we drained all the sea from the planet, then we'd be connected. RADIO PLAYS IN CAR 'I have two PhDs. Should I go for a third? 'I don't wanna throw the sea away. 'I mean, you've gotta keep it; it's of some use.' CAR HONKS 'Maybe up in space, in a bowl. 'Of course, we'd have to house all the animals. 'Meanwhile, down on Earth, all those shipwrecks could become playgrounds for kids; kids of all nations!' TYRES SCREECH, CRASH! RADIO CONTINUES PLAYING BREATHES LOUDLY (wind whistling) (jingling) (grunts) (thunder rumbling) (birds squawking) (grunting) (grunts) (thud) (bang!) (eerie music) Aah, son of a...! (grunts) God, y-you are such an asshole. Good to see you again, too, Jeb. Now, if I let you up, you promise you won't punch me again? Well, seems like a losing proposition if I don't. I want your word, Jeb. What makes you think that's any good, Jonah? It was always good enough for me. Go on, then. All right. (grunts) (pants) I need your help, Jeb. You're kidding me, right? This is a joke. You killed me, Jonah. You drew on me, Jeb. Yeah, that was a mistake. (chuckles softly): Well... obviously. You disobeyed a direct order. To burn down a hospital? Your father was gonna murder them people just to make a point. I couldn't stand for that. -I'm surprised that you could. -He was our commanding officer. He was my father. I didn't have a choice. Neither did I. I'm sorry about it. Killing you, I mean. I never did expect things to turn out that way. He took my family in your name, Jeb. He made me watch 'em die. I got to find him, Jeb. I been watching you, and I been watching him. Truth is, it's getting real hard to tell the difference between you two. Your father is a monster, you hear me? And you ain't? From where I sit, you're just... you're just two men bent on murdering folks to make your own pain go away. Living life like that, that sounds a hell of a lot like being damned. You know what he's capable of. Oh, Jonah. He's at Fort Resurrection. (murmurs) He's holed up there. I guess you two can probably have it out once and for all. And I got to be honest with you, I don't even know who I'm pulling for. Either way, you'll have company soon. Yeah, I suppose that's true. Aw, hell. -(sizzling) -I'm starting to burn. I best be getting back underground. (Jeb groans) You listen to me. (sighs) They talk about you down here. You do yourself a favour-- you stay ahead of death as long as you can, you hear? 'Cause they got plans for you. Take care, Jeb. (exhales) See you soon. (wood creaks) (lid slams, echoes) (indistinct chatter outside) He's never coming back for you. You don't know that. Who do you think told the government he was in here? You're gonna have to get the hell out of my room. You know, I bought you off of old Jack Straw fair and legal. I'm gonna do what I please. -(Lilah grunts) -I own you now! -(hammer cocks) -Fool me once, dear. (blow lands, Nash grunts) (gunshot) (panting) (Nash grunts) (gun clicks) Single-shot pistol, asshole. (groans in pain) And I ain't much for being owned. (panting) (door creaks) MAN: Thank you, sir. (dog barking in distance) MAN: How do you do? You get uglier every time I see you. Lord, don't do that-- you'll break every mirror we got in stock. Come on. Now, these work good. You got anything new, Smith? Thought you'd never ask. Wow. I take it that means you approve. (chuckles) Big plans for the Fourth? Just another day of the week is all it is. Jonah, you and I both know the only reason you fought for the South is you didn't like being told what to do by the government. Mm. You ain't never believed in secessionism. And you ain't never believed in slavery, neither. So... what's the point in hating the Union so much? All of 'em on both sides are just a bunch of hypocrites as far as I'm concerned. America gonna be a hundred years, Jonah. A new nation. And what's good in it? The future, that's what. Nah. Me and my boys, we gonna go on up there to Washington and stand in a crowd of free men-- men your colour skin and mine-- and listen to the president. Country can keep to its own business, and I'll keep to mine. Eh, I'll take 'em both. (birds and insects chittering, chirping) (horse huffs) (chittering, chirping continue) (grunts) (grunting) (door creaks quietly) (flame whooshes) TURNBULL (voice-over): Magnificent, isn't it? It's bigger than a bread box, that's for sure. Do you know who Eli Whitney was? I'm a very undereducated man, Mr. Turnbull. Are we talking about Whitney Senior or Junior? Senior. After he invented the cotton gin and started the Industrial Revolution, he went to work for the U.S. military-- special projects. He pioneered the use of component parts in firearms and combustibles for munitions. More or less, he single-handedly invented modern warfare. So as an exercise, they asked him to design a super-weapon, a nation killer. And this is what he envisaged, but they never made it, because... once they realized its potential, they decided that they could not fathom wilfully visiting that kind of devastation on their fellow man. But I can. And one week from now, we will have succeeded where they failed. On the Fourth of July, the United States of America... will know Hell. Cheers. (echoing door slam in distance) (flame whooshes) Kill him. (heavy metal music) (loud blasts) (groaning) (men scream) (guns cock) (boom!) Thanks, Smith. (eerie banjo music) MAN (in distance): Open the gates for General Turnbull! (gates creaking open) Sorry, Jeb. BURKE: Hex! (grunts) Jonah bloody Hex! I'd know that half-cooked pie hole anywhere. Looks like we got ourselves some target practice, lads! Spread out! (tense music) (gunshot, man grunts) Hey. BURKE: Hold your fire! You'll blast all to Hell! I'm gonna hand Turnbull your balls in a snuff box. (laughing) Look at you. Beautiful. Come on, up you get. Come on, flower. Up. (groans) That's it. Good man. (low hissing) Huh. Is that all you got? (chuckles): Really? Jonah Hex. Jesus Christ, look at the state of you. (grunting) You ain't going anywhere, boy. Don't worry, sweetheart, I'll be back. (low hissing continues) (chuckles) Hex? -Jonah Hex?! -(laboured breathing) (singsongy): Oh, Hex? I'm coming for you! Hex! Where are you, -you bloody hooligan? -(whistles) -JONAH: Yeah. -(neighs) Don't fuss. Go on, step over. Take me home. Giddy up! (loud explosion) TURNBULL: Explain this to me again, Burke. BURKE: There is no explanation. I gave the bastard two barrels straight in the chest-- by all rights he should be as dead as Billy here. Well, Hex doesn't know how to die. He'll have to be educated. I have no problem educating the man. So, Jonah Hex is still alive, and somehow that son of a whore knows I am, too. Find me something he loves and bring it to me. Well, then... I lure him to us, and we'll lay his pretty face to rot in some trench somewhere. Stuck as a white pig. That would be desirable. Gentlemen, this location's compromised. Load the cream of it onto the train. Dynamite the rest. I'll get the bastard... either way. (banjo playing mid-tempo blues intro) - # On my way -(dog barking) # Down the road # On my way # On my road # Everybody need a place to lie # Everybody need a place to cry # Everybody need a place to die # Oh, oh... (grunts) (bird caws in distance) JONAH (voice-over): Some say when you're just about to die... you play out your unfinished business. Even in death, vengeance is the one thing you can't let go. (quiet rustling) (heavy metal music) (low, echoing): Hex... (echoing): Guess there's not much left to say between us. (cawing) (grunts) (two gunshots) (crows cawing excitedly) '"It's actually a car deodoriser. 1 (MAN) THINKS: 'Man, Steve is really smelly. 'Oh, sort that out. 'He smells like a teenager's watch band. 'I look like Tintin. He's cool ` Tintin. 'How do you tell a guy he smells? Do you have a smell intervention? 'Maybe just wait for his birthday and just go, 'Happy birthday, Steve!' CAR HONKS 'Ooh, sorry! 'And for a present you give him a deodorant and say, "Oh, here's a nice necklace. '"It's actually a car deodoriser. Pop that round your neck, mate."' TYRES SCREECH, CRASH! CAR RADIO CONTINUES PLAYING BREATHES LOUDLY (brief clanking) Fire. (loud boom) (whooshing) (birds chirping) See, one day with weapons like this you'd be able to flatten continents. But we're gonna have to content ourselves with starting small. -Ready, sir. -Mm. Wait for it. (bell tolling in distance) Where? Just outside of Wayne County, Georgia, sir. Casualties? 324 souls. (bell continues tolling) GRANT (voice-over): Military targets? ADVISOR: None, sir. All civilian. (bell continues tolling) -Look at that. -What is it? What's your assessment of the situation? There are over 20 major centennial events. (voice-over): The World's Fair in Philadelphia. The parade in New York. Your speech here. Detonate the ordnance. And we've increased military presence at as many as possible, but due to his willingness to strike civilian targets, it is simply impossible to predict where he's going to attack. (loud boom, whooshing) (screeching) (explosions) (panicked shouts) I don't know how we're gonna stop him, sir. Lovely. # I stepped in, and she stepped out again # Learnin' to dance the Lannigan's Ball - # Six long years they spent in Dublin, six long years doin' nothin' at all # Six long years they spent in Dublin, learnin' to dance the Lannigan's Ball. # (door opens) Hello there, little lamb. (door creaks) Have you lost your flock? I'm done working for the night. (metallic scrape) -What the hell's wrong with you? -Just for a little fun, like. Nobody has to get hurt. (gasps) (Lilah groaning) (chuckles): Little flower, huh? (cackling laughter) -Come on. Come on. -(Lilah grunting) You're coming with me, girl. (birds chirping) (crows cawing in distance) (panting) (dog whining) (dog barking) (barking) (tribal music) (rhythmic chanting) (flame hissing) (deep, distorted exhale) BOY (voice-over): This one's about a war hero. This one's about a war hero, like you were. JONAH: This man ain't near as handsome as me. And where's his brave little son, Travis? Huh? As literary form, these things is useless. I can feel your brain rotting right below my hand right as we speak. (rhythmic chanting) (loud hissing) (distorted, piercing scream) You took everything I love, Jonah Hex. Do you know what that feels like? (shuddering) It feels like this. (distorted shuddering, grunting) I want you to watch. (distorted, echoed shouts) JONAH: No! No! (lantern shatters) (grunting) (hissing, low grunting) (distorted screech) (grunting, crow screeches) Turnbull! Send a message to Grass, Lieutenant, U.S. Army. (voice-over): Located Turnbull. Stop. Sailing out of Independence Harbour. Stop. Destination unknown. Stop. Turnbull has constructed nation killer weapon. Stop. Going in alone. Send everything you got, or thousands will die. Stop. (crows screeching) (crows cawing) (horse neighs) (cawing) (caws) (indistinct chatter) (laughter, chatter in distance) Whoa. (horse neighs) Keep him fed and watered. Don't you tie him up. If I don't come back for a spell, he'll know it. He'll head out on his own way. He got a name? Yeah. Horse. You... Yeah, I... (barking) I don't know what to say to you. (dog barking) (crows cawing) Where the hell you think you're going, mister? What happened to your fa...?! I'm about all out of wise-ass answers, friend. (fire roars) MAN: Well, Mr. Turnbull, it appears the bells are finally ready to toll on Washington. And I hear them, Mr. Lusk, as I've heard them for six long years. We appreciate the services that you have rendered to us. I can only hope you succeed. I'll most certainly hang if you don't. An outcome I sincerely hope to avoid. (gunshot) Consider it avoided. -Fire it up! -Let's go! Fire up the engine! Get ready to put her in the water! Looks good. Come on, let's go. Check the engine room. (indistinct talking) (grunting) (yells) (grunting) (tense music) (grunting) (chuckles) (Jonah groaning) (Burke yells) (gasping) (metallic scrape) (Burke grunts, flame whooshes) (grunting) (metallic scraping) (panting, grunting) (grunting) (metallic scraping) (grunts) (grunting, panting) You know you look like a right freak, don't you? Tell me, what's it like to go through life with a face like that? Let me show you. (grunts) (propeller whirring) (chuckles) This... is for... ...my wife. (slice!) (thump) (pants) (Burke exhales) (propeller continues whirring) This is for my son! echoing: (Burke screams) (propeller continues whirring) (panting) MEN: Turnbull! Turnbull! Turnbull! Turnbull! (gun fires, chanting stops) Gentlemen... Tonight, we put this ship in the water. (cheering) TURNBULL: And as we navigate the shoreline of this precious and ruined land, -let us not forget that we sail on an ocean of tears. -(cheering) And when we reach the Potomac, our enemy will learn that we have arrived to do that thing which we most assuredly were convened to do. (cheering) To make war! (cheering) The Capitol will burn! (cheering) The battle is joined! (cheering, guns firing) (cheering, guns firing) MEN: Turnbull! Turnbull! Turnbull! Turnbull! Turnbull! -Hex. -(chanting stops) (guns cocking) TURNBULL: You know, Hex, they say you have no heart. I think your problem may be just the contrary, son. You are soft. -(gun cocks) -You're incapable of sacrifice. You want to surrender, or you want to watch another one die? That's a good boy. Once a coward, always a coward. Jeb says hi. -(gun cocks) -No! I want him to watch. (grunts) (chugging) Three minutes till we're in range, sir. Our country was new... (speech continues indistinctly) 4,000 yards to target. You still got that Derringer in your bustle? No. He took it. -What about that knife in your garter? -Took it. -What about that...? -Took it all, Jonah. Well, searched you pretty darn good, didn't they? Wouldn't you? Well... all right, look. Here's what we're going to do. You shout for the guard. Get him over here and use your feminine wiles or whatnot. When he gets close... (metallic clanking) What the hell? Tallulah Black's mama didn't raise no fool. -Tallulah? -Lilah's a nickname. Tallulah. Tallulah. 2,000 yards to target, sir. Yankee cutter, downriver. (whooshing) GRASS: You are now all in the custody of the military of the United States of America. You will all be charged with treason. Quentin Turnbull, you can show your face first. Arm the weapon. (cheering) (clanking) Fire at will. (blasting) Lieutenant. (whooshing) (steam hissing) Detonate. (whooshing) Full steam ahead. Can you shoot? Can you? (grunting) (chain clinking) (grunting) (gunfire) Get to that gunner. I got you covered. (gunfire) (gun fires, man groans) (grunting and groaning) (screaming) (gunfire) (gunshots, men groaning) (heavy metal music) (clicking) (whooshing) (screaming) (screaming) (weapon sputtering) Target is in range. (grunting and groaning) (gun fires) Fire 50 rounds! (grunting and groaning) (blasting) (whooshing) (frightened murmuring, screaming) (whooshing) (screaming) (grunts) (groaning) (grunting and groaning) (blasting) Detonate the ordnance! (guns firing, groaning) TURNBULL (voice-over): You're going to go free-- free to walk this earth with a mark on your flesh, and every day, that mark will remind you of the man who took everything you had. (screaming) (groaning) (gasping) No! No! (panting) (grunts) (guns cocking) (grunts) (grunting and groaning) (heavy metal music) (grunting) (pants) I want you to watch. Watch this. (grunting) (blows landing) (gun fires twice) (screams) (screams, clanking, whooshing) (explosions booming) (muffled booming) (distant booming) (indistinct chattering, gasping) Happy Fourth of July. (whooshing) (Jonah panting) Your reward. And full pardon. And I'd also like you to consider this. America needs a sheriff. (thunder crashing) I don't think countries have sheriffs, exactly. Sir. But if you get yourself into a jam, I imagine you can find me. (rain pattering, bell tolls in distance) He offer you a job? Yep. You take it? No. I'm not big on having a boss. (thunder rumbling) Sorry about it, Jeb. (horse snorts) (panting) JONAH (voice-over): They say a man with vengeance in his heart is supposed to dig two graves: one for his enemy and one for himself. Well, I guess mine will just have to wait. (driving rock music) www.able.co.nz Captions were made possible with funding from NZ On Air. Able 2016 (rumbling whoosh) (heavy metal continues) (heavy metal continues) (dramatic orchestration playing) (hard rock music playing) (music fades into dramatic orchestration) (rock orchestration slowly builds) (guitar feedback fades into martial drumbeat) -(banjo tune plays) -# Oh, I'm a good old rebel # Now, that's just what I am # And for this Yankee nation # I do not give a damn # I'm glad I fought agin' her # I only wish we won # I ain't asked any pardon # For anything I've done # I can't pick up my musket # And fight 'em down no more # But I ain't gonna love 'em # That is certain sure # And I don't want no pardon # For what I was and am # I won't be reconstructed # And I do not give a damn # Oh, I'm a good old rebel # That's just what I am # And for this Yankee nation # I do not give a damn # I'm glad I fought agin' her # I only wish we won # I ain't asked any pardon # For anything I've done # I ain't asked any pardon # For anything I've done.