www.able.co.nz Captions were made possible with funding from NZ On Air. Able 2014 (wind whistling softly) (wind grows louder) (wind continues whistling) (gasps) (panting loudly) -(insects buzzing) -(grunts) (panting quietly) (grunts softly) (grunts, pants) (sets picture down) (grunts) (grunts) (grunting continues) (horses whinnying) (horse huffs) (insects buzzing) We're riding towards Absolution. You know how far west we are? (horse whinnies) Maybe he's a dummy. Is there a reason you're not answering my question? Look here, Pa. He's got iron on his wrist. He's been shot. Could be he done broke out of the hoosegow. Might be worth bounty money. Might could be. (whinnies) It's not your lucky day, stranger. (pants) Turn around and start walking. (rifle cocks) I said, "Turn around and start walking!" (yells) (horse neighs) (grunts) (gunshots) (grunting) (panting) (panting) (birds chirping) (low grunt) (goats bleating) Get out. (man speaking in distance) -(cowbells clanking) -(bleating) (rooster crows) (insects chirping) (horse huffs) (chickens clucking) (hinges squeak) Hello? (hinges squeak) (exhales) (quiet rustle) (groans) (low grunting) (panting) (gun hammer cocks) MAN: Palms to heaven, friend. Easy, now. All right... turn around, nice and slow. I been shot. Only two kinds of men get shot: criminals and victims. Well, which one are you? I don't know. You got a name, friend? I don't know that, either. Well, just what do you know? English. (sighs) Well, that... that's a right odd-looking wound there. Looks almost cauterized. All right, this might sting a bit. (gasps) This a mining town? Yeah. Well, that was the notion. People moved on, though. No gold. All right, now, try and hold still. (stifled grunt) There we go. This is no gunshot. Where'd you get this, son? I don't know. Well, I can't rightly absolve you of your sins if you don't recall 'em, can I? That being said, I've seen good men do bad things and bad men do good things. Whether you're gonna end up in heaven or hell, it's not God's plan, it's your own. You just got to remember what it was. All right, put me a finger right here. Come on. There you go. There... Thank you. (sighs) -Not bad for a country preacher. -(gunshot) (gunshot ricochets) (gunshot) It's that damn fool Dolarhyde kid. -(gunshots) -(horse neighs) Hey, hey, hey, hey! What are you doing? What are you doing, Percy? There's people up there! There's no one out there. It's fine. -(gunshot) -It's not fine. It's bad enough he drinks for free. Now he's got to shoot up the place? Wait, what was that, Doc? Uh, nothing. He didn't say anything. Everything is okay. Please, please, go back inside. Now, shut up. I want to hear what you said. "It's bad enough" what? (laughs): You ungrateful for our business? 'Cause if it wasn't for my pa's cattle, there'd be no money going through this town. There'd be no meat on your tables! And your doors would be closed! Huh?! I don't mean no disrespect to your father, Percy. -You know that. -Of course not. But you're asking me to pay. Come here, let's settle up. Come here. Hey... Hank, you know, I-I don't want any trouble. I'm just... I'm just trying to... Better pick up your glasses, Doc, before someone steps on them. -Huh?! -(gunshot) (yells) Stop! Find me the goddamn bill! All right, son! We're just trying to make a living, now. Come on. (laughs) You know what, preacher? You just gave me an idea. I know it ain't Sunday, folks, but what say we take up a collection for the poor man? Huh? Now, who's got money? In the hat. Let's go. Much obliged. Now, I'm sorry Doc's bad fortune has to be taken out on you good people. In the hat. That's mighty Christian of you. Hey. You, too. You want to be careful where you point that thing, before you get hurt. (laughs) Listen, uh... I'm gonna... give you the benefit of the doubt, because... maybe... maybe you don't know who I am. -(thump) -(grunts) (Percy groans, coughs) (onlookers murmuring) (Percy groaning) -Come on. -Get off of me! (panting): Hey, you! -(cocks hammer) -I'm warning you. -(gunshot) -(grunts) (horses neighing) (groans) Are you all right? Where the hell'd he come from? Where the hell did he come from? What the hell's going on here? Well, it was... an accident. He came out of nowhere. And he dry-gulched me. He tried to make me look like a fool. It wasn't my fault, Sheriff. Damn it, Percy. You crossed the line this time. I gotta lock you up. Taggart. You know that's not a good idea. Well, I'm afraid I got no choice, Nat. Nat? Nat? Nat, you son of a bitch, where you going? Don't worry. I'll tell your father about what happened today. (mooing) You burned the coffee again, Mickey. Yep, tell you what, Ed. Next time, you can make the coffee. -Okay. -All right. Hey, why don't you take it easy on that Taos Lightnin', Murphy? Mr. Dolarhyde don't like drinking on the job. (slurred): Mr. Dolarhyde don't like drinking on the job? I don't give a rat's ass what the high and mighty Colonel Dolarhyde don't like. I don't care how many Indians he put under, neither. You sure do flap your gums a lot when the boss ain't around. -(grunts) -(bottle shatters) I'd say it to his face if he was here. Colonel Dolarhyde. I'm gonna tell you something, boys. Money makes you soft. (loud whooshing) (screams) (whooshing continues) (gasps) (panting) (flames crackling) Where the hell's that coach? Coach? What coach? You shot a deputy, Percy. Federal Marshal's bringing you to Santa Fe. Federal Marshal? Sheriff, have you lost your mind? Well... My pa is on his way down here. You better let me out of here, before things get out of hand. Sheriff, it was an accident. (stammers) It's not like I'm Jesse James! Son of a bitch. -(laughter) -(sombre fiddle tune plays) Hey, could you put that on Percy's tab? (laughter) 50 cents. Just kidding with you there, Doc. (laughter) I got no respect in this town. (laughter) That's not true, okay? You want to leave? No, this is your dream. I-I'd... I'd follow you anywhere. I thought it was our dream. (glass breaks) Goddamn it! Hey, Charlie, why don't you play something festive? It's like a funeral in here! (plays up-tempo tune) Hey, you don't have to prove anything, okay? Okay? I love you. I'm not a child. (indistinct chatter) Whiskey. (indistinct chatter) On the house, for what you did. (clears throat) (clears throat) I'm just here to drink. Do I know you? No. My name's Ella. Where'd you get your bracelet? There something you know about me, lady? You don't remember anything, do you? What do you want? I know you're looking for something. So am I. Well, good luck to you. Move away. (fiddle continues playing faintly) Jake Lonergan. (stops playing) (man clears throat) (man coughs) You mind following me over to the office, so we can have us a little chat? I think you've got the wrong man. Well, I'm gonna need you to come with us all the same. Wouldn't do that if I was you. (grunting) (sizzling, screaming) (grunting) No! I don't want any trouble. (thud, woman grunts) (low groan) (whooshing) (soft pattering) PERCY: Rise and shine. (laughs) You're in trouble now. You're gonna burn. You know, my pa is coming for me. He learned how to kill a man good and slow in the war. I am going to watch you suffer for a long, long, long time. You-You thought... you thought that cheap shot in the pecker hurt? (laughs) (yells) Please! I didn't kill your cattle, Colonel Dolarhyde. You got to believe me. You only been riding for my brand for what, two weeks? You don't maybe know who you're dealing with, Roy. (Roy grunting) Nobody calls me "Colonel." Them that did are mostly dead. (horse whinnies) (Roy wincing) Please. So you, Ed, and Little Mickey is picking up strays. How many did you get? Got 24 of 'em, boss. You been drinking, ain't ya? I can smell it on you. I ain't been drinking. It's them other two's that drinked. What kind of a man goes around blowing up other people's cows, then tells a bullshit story like this? You couldn't do no better? You got to believe me. There was white lights! There was bright lights! So there was this big light, and you fell in the river and when you come back, two of my best hands has just "disappeared." (straining) There weren't no storm. There weren't no lightning this evening. You don't respect me, do you, Roy? Boss! Where's Percy? Taggart locked him up, boss. Why? What'd he do now? Shot a deputy. Goddamn it! What the hell does Taggart think he's doing?! He wouldn't even have a job if I... Now I got to go in there and... and reason with him! 'Cause you failed to look after my boy! (panting weakly) Thank you. Thank you. (horse neighs) (Roy groaning) All right, everybody, saddle up. Boss, we ought to get more hands. Why? You're not gonna believe this, but I think Jake Lonergan's in town. (sighs) I'm turning you over to the Federal Marshal. You're gonna tell me what I'm charged with? Arson, assault, mayhem, hijacking. It says you robbed the stage last month with Pat Dolan and Bull McCade. Which makes you accessory to every law they broke, too. (crumples poster) (poster lands on floor) That it? Murder. Prostitute out of Cottonwood Grove, next county over. Name of Alice Wills. You saying I killed this woman? You tell me. (horse neighs) Oh, damn. Give me your wrist. Taggart, what are you doing? Sheriff. Sheriff, this is going too far. I... I was just fooling around. Look, I didn't mean to hurt anybody. Go away. -Sheriff, I apologize. -Listen, I'm sorry, but I had no choice. -I couldn't let you leave. -Oh, well, I'm leaving now. I need you. You got something to say, say it. I need to know where you came from. So do I. PERCY: I... it was an accident. Ma'am? You two lovebirds have a nice trip, now. PERCY: Taggart! Taggart, let me out of here! Sheriff! Sheriff! What are you doing? (horse neighs) You get back home, go to bed. Please don't go. I have to, Emmett, it's my job. I don't like it here. Your pa's getting things in order. When he does, he'll send for you. It's been a year. Don't worry, he will. Your mom's buried here. You know I can't leave my little girl. (hoofbeats approaching) Taggart? Yeah, I see them. Emmett, you go inside, now. (hoofbeats continue) (horses neighing) I want my boy, John. PERCY: Pa? Pa! I knew you'd come for me, Pa. Shut up! I'll deal with you later. Yeah, that's Lonergan, boss. That's the son of a bitch stole my gold off the bullion coach. I want that man. You're gonna have to take it up with the judge in Santa Fe. I ain't going to Santa Fe. You give him to me now, or I'm gonna take him. What about me, Pa? I said shut up, boy! (barking) (horse neighing) (distant rumbling) (beeping) (beeping accelerates) What the hell is that? (wind whistling) (horse whinnies) (whooshing) What the hell? (rumbling) (gasping) (panicked clamouring) (horses neighing) Hyah! Hey! (gasps) (screams) (groans) (indistinct shouting and screaming) (rumbling) (screaming) -They're coming back! -They're coming around again! They're coming back! Dismount! (bullet ricochets) (horse neighs) DOC: Maria! Oh, God! -Don't move! Don't move! -Wait! -(screaming) -Don't move! -I'm coming! -(Maria gasps) (screams) Give me your hand. Give me your hand. What the hell for? I can get us free. Just give me your hand. Give me it. Give me your hand. Hold still. (grunts) (shrieks) (screaming) Emmett! Grandpa! -(man screaming in distance) -Emmett! Emmett, you're all right. I got you, son. (loud whooshing) -(grunts) -(gasps) (screams) Give me your hand. No! -Come on, g-give me your hand! -No! (indistinct shouting) (electronic whirring) -(device beeping) -What is that? (device beeping) NAT: Come on, get up, boss. Come on, we got to get out of here. -(stammering) -Where's Percy? (gasping) Come on out of there! -I can't, Pa. -Can't?! -I... -Coward! Oh, he-he broke my... he broke my fingers! (gasps) (grunts): Pa! Pa! Let's go! We got to go! This way! (man screams) (beeping and trilling) (debris pattering) (flames crackling) (flames crackling) (door creaking) (quiet, indistinct talking) (door creaks) (mechanical whirring, clicking) (cocks hammer) (steam hissing) What is that thing? Why are you asking me? Because you shot it! With that thing. Where'd you get that thing? I don't know. What do you mean, you don't know? What the hell is that? (crying): They took my wife. (quiet, indistinct chatter nearby) Hey... is anyone in there? No. Is my wife in there?! No! GREAVY: Is it dead? -(electrical buzzing) -(gunshot ricochets) (panting) Is it demons? Demons? I can't rightly say. It sure does fit the description, but I-I don't think it has anything to do... Demons? What are you talking about? Talking about Bible stuff? Demons? I'm not talking about anything... What the hell are you talking about?! You got to calm down, Doc. You're scaring the boy. Calm down?! You telling me a bunch of demons took my wife... I didn't say any such thing, now. Get ahold of yourself! ...and took our people, and you want me to calm down?! (woman screams in distance) -(man shouting) -(loud clattering) (loud clattering continues) -(man yelling) -(crashing, clattering) -(deep growling) -(two gunshots) -(deep snarling) -(gunshot) -(man yells) (gasping, indistinct chatter) (deep snarling, panting) NAT: Boss! Boss! It went this way. I don't know what it is, but it's bleeding. That's the same direction those machines went with our kin. We ain't gonna be able to track it in the dark. Round up the horses, get some supplies. We'll set off first light! You. You're going with us. I need that weapon-- it's the only thing that counts. And I figure you owe me. I don't see it that way. (thumping) (flames crackling) (horse huffs) (horse huffs gently) (gasps) (grunts, pants) What do you want? What do you want?! You come clean right now, or I'll kill you. They took my people, too. I've been looking for them a long time. I know you can help me find them. (panting) You stay away from me. (horse neighs) I can help you! It's heading north. Its tracks are still fresh. (dog barking) If it's all the same, I'd like to ride along, too. Yes, ma'am. Got a kid and a dog-- why not a woman? (horse panting) (horse huffs quietly) (birds chirping) (bells tinkling lightly) (echoing): You're back. (echoing thud) What's that? (chuckles) (distorted, echoing clatter) (panting) You have to take it back. Like hell I will. That's blood money. Yeah, well, I goddamned earned it. By robbing and killing. That's gonna get us what we need! (low rattling) (rattling growing louder) (rumbling) (rumbling, popping) (deep whooshing) (clattering, thumping) (Alice screams) (grunts) -Jake! -Stay there! Jake! -(rumbling) -(yells) (Alice screams) (boom, whooshing) (echoed screeches, whooshing) (distorted, fading screeches) DOLARHYDE: Well, well, well. Look who's back. I see you, but I don't see my gold. Well, let's say we find those people first, and then you can take your best shot at collecting. Well, maybe that reward on your head would be a more attractive proposition. Or I could just shoot you in the chest and cut that thing off your arm. JED: You know, Doc, I don't even know why we're doing this. You know they're all dead. Well, I think if they wanted to kill them, I think they would have, probably.... Well, if-if the boss is right and they was roping them... bet it's to eat them. If it was me, I'd start with your wife. (chuckles) You gonna be like this the whole trip? 'Cause if you are, we ain't gonna have too many long conversations, are we? Why don't you just sing a song or something? Cook some beans. Do something useful. (horse neighs) Take some friendly advice? Get yourself a gun and learn how to use it. (thunder crashing) (dog barking) (rain pattering) The tracks are washed away. (thunder rumbling) (horse neighs) (thunder crashing) I don't know much about boats, but I'd say that one's upside down. DOLARHYDE: We're 500 miles from any river big enough to hold it. Come on, let's get inside, get out of the rain! I'm not going anywhere near that thing. Suit yourself. Sleep in the rain. (thunder crashing) (horse neighing) (thunder crashing) (thunder rumbling) (wood creaking) (thunder crashing) (wind howling) You fixin' to say something? Maybe we... maybe we should have called in the army? I ain't gonna turn this over to no West Pointers got to get on the telegraph, ask Washington which hand to wipe with. I waited around at Antietam for 'em to tell me what to do... and I lost 328 men... over a cornfield. I remember those stories. I don't recollect telling you any stories. I'd listen... when you'd tell them to Percy. You get this through your thick Indian skull. Them stories weren't for you. (rain continues pattering) They were for my son. Get out of here. Go look after the horses. Do your job. (wind whistling) (thunder rolling) (rain falling, wind whistling) (rain falling, wind whistling) You've been looking at this knife. You like this knife? You look after that. Don't lose it. (gunshot) Don't yank on it-- it's not your pecker. -Now, here. Look, you're holding -(cocks rifle) on to this thing like you're hanging from it. (gunshot ricochets) -(yells) -(kicks object, glass shatters) What the hell am I doing? (scoffs) Ah, it's my fault she got took. I never should have taken her to that town. No, no, no, no. Not your fault. You'll get her back. You're setting things right. Just got to have faith, that's all. -Faith. -Mm-hmm. Yeah. God's been real swell to me. I don't mean no disrespect, preacher, but either He ain't up there, or He don't like me very much. Well, surely you don't expect the Lord to do everything for you, do you, Doc? You got to earn His presence. And then you got to recognize it, and then you have to act on it. Now, keep your eye on the target. And shoot. That's better. Better. Come on. Let's reload. (thunder rolling) (thunder crashing) You been there long? Yes. There something you need? Who is she? She's the only one who knows who I am. No, you know who you are. You just have to remember. Well, I can't. (whispers): Yes, you can. (exhales) (thunder rumbling) Does it hurt? (rain continues falling) It's fine. (beeping) It's here. (thunder rumbling) (dog barking in distance) (wood creaks) (dog continues barking in distance) (thunder crashes) (barking) -(continues barking) -Easy, hey. Easy. -What's wrong, boy? -(creaking) -Hello? -(growls) (continues barking) (dog growls) -(clattering) -(dog yelps) (deep growl) (dog whining) (rain continues falling) (clattering nearby) (creaking) (low, hissing growl) (panting quietly) (thunder crashes) (low growl nearby) (panting) (low groan) (snarls) (hissing breath) (growling) (exhales) (roaring) (roaring stops) (hissing breath) (rhythmic grunting) (trembling breaths) Get away from that boy! (screeching)) -(gunshot) -(grunting) -No! -(yells) (growling) -(grunting) -(gunshots) (gunshots continue) (screeching) (weapon whirring) (snarls) (grunts) (weapon blasting) (debris clattering) (weapon whirrs, clicks) The boy. -The boy. -He's fine. He's fine. It's okay. It's okay. You go get our people back. God don't care who you were, son... only who you are. (coughs) (thunder crashing in distance) EMMETT (calls): Dog? Come on, boy! EMMETT: Where are you? Tracks are good. It's headed north. Where's the men? They run off. Goddamn cowards. I can't find the dog. We ain't waiting for him; he's run off or dead. Let's go. Hey, hey, wait. A-Aren't we gonna say some... say some words over him? Only one who knows what to say is in the ground. Ain't it enough we took the time to put him there? No. No, it's not enough. You go ahead. Uh... Lord, uh... ...if there is such a thing as a soul, this man had a good one-- please protect it. Made me feel better. World was a better place for having him. Dust to dust, amen. How was that? Good words. What are you all choked up about? I'm worried about my grandpa. Look, when I was only just a little bit older than you are now, all this was Mexico. Word come that the Apaches was riding towards a settlement called, uh, Arivaca. My father wanted me to be a man, so he made me ride out with the garrison, banging on a drum. Boy, was I scared. (chuckles) Well, when we got there, it was too late-- they were all dead, and the place was all burnt down. This one settler fella came crawling out of a burning cabin. He was bad. He knew he was gonna die. Burnt bad. (horse neighs) He rolled over... looked up into my eyes... and he said, "Kill me." What did you do? I took this knife off his belt, and I slit his throat. Take it. Be a man. That's a little rough, isn't it? He means well. Whoa. I got him. The tracks are closer together. He's slowing down, headed to that canyon. (neighing) Put your hands up in the air! That means you, too, pretty lady. This is what they call a hold-up. Welcome, everybody. Welcome. Boss? Boss, is that you? Lonergan? What in the hell are you doing here? Patron. (chuckles) Who are your, uh... your amigos? Is this, uh... this your new gang, Jake? You know, I... I never thought I'd see you again, Jake. You were always my favourite. -(grunts) -Shut up. (panting) Damn it. Jake? Did you break my tooth? Would you shut up? I'm thinking. How many boys we got left? About the same. Which is...? Thirty? That's right. Thirty. Good. That's good. (panting): Yeah. You're gonna bring me to the camp. It's time to set things straight. Uh, we're gonna go to the camp! How's the haul? Vulture Mine gold. Looking pretty rich. How much dynamite we get? We got 50 sticks or so. HUNT: Dolan! It's about time you got back. What the hell happened to you? He did. Well, shit. You got some balls... riding back in here like nothing ever happened. Boys! Grab your guns. We're riding out. Boys aren't going anywhere with you, Jake. We're fixing to rob us a coach. And that's exactly what we're gonna do. Are you her? Am I who? The whore that Jake quit this gang for. You watch your mouth. Or what? I run this outfit now. Put your guns on the whore! If he so much as twitches, blow her brains out of her ear. He said, "the whore." You call her a whore again, it'll be the last word you ever say. You ain't in no position to make threats, boyo. DOLAN: Hunt, take his gun. Take his gun! Sorry, Jake. (Jake groans) Where's our gold, Jake? I don't remember. Well, I do remember... you telling us you was leaving us high and dry because of some woman. I guess you just left out the part about taking all of our gold from that last job, huh? So I'm gonna ask you one last time. Where is it, Jake? (panting) Demons. What's that? Demons took your gold. When you get to hell... you can ask for it back. (chuckles) (chuckling) (groans) Kill the whore. (beeping, whirring) (boom) (panting): I told you not to call her that. JAKE: Everybody! Drop 'em! I said, "Drop 'em!" (quietly): Not fun, is it? You know... that wasn't very nice. (grunts) On your horses. Go! (whispering): Jake, Jake, Jake, Jake, Jake. Don't forget your gun. You'll always be my favourite. -Mount up! -Ride! (shouts, whistles) (whooshing) -Whoa! -Hold up! -Hold up! -ELLA: They're here! -DOLARHYDE: Move out! (shouts) (deep whooshing growing louder) (loud booming) (neighing) -(loud whooshing) -(neighing) (yells) Come on! Look out! (vehicle roaring) (yells) (vehicle roaring) (gasps, yells) (grunts) (yelling) Okay, I got you! I got you! (engine sputtering) Can you swim? (gasps) -(whirring, clicking) -(gasps) Oh, God. Turn your head! (whirring loudly) (loud boom) (muffled crackling) (gasping) You all right? Let's get in. (panting) (gasping) We were flying. Yeah. I-I don't want to do that again. No. (roars) (groans) (boom) (groaning) (panting) (panting) (fabric tearing) (Jake murmuring) (groaning, panting) Hey. Hey, you stay with me. Keep talking. You remember now, don't you? What? The woman. Did you love her? You can tell me. I can't remember. I must've. All I know is I owe it to her to find her. -Oh! -Watch out. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I got you. I got you. It's not far now. You and me... we're gonna be just fine. Is that them? Is that them? Hey, boss? I got her. Give her to me, Nat. Bring her here. Here. Drink. No. Give it to her. Give it to her. (panting) Doc? How is she? She's gone, pal. No. No. No, she's not gone. -She's not. -Jake... She's not... she's not gone! Jake... she's gone. (indistinct shouting, whooping) -Doc! -Don't touch him! Doc! (whooping) (whooping continues) (whooping dies down) (speaking native language) This is Black Knife. (continues speaking native language) The last of his people. There's no reasoning with them. We're all gonna die, anyway. This is what's left of the Chiricahuas. Good riddance to 'em. He's saying the white people... they brought all this evil to his people. We brought evil? Evil was here! You're the evil one! He's saying that we brought the monsters. We didn't bring the monsters. Tell him they took our people, too. Tell him they took my wife! Shut up! Shut up! There's no reasoning with them! -Tell him that I said that! -Get it over with! Kill us now! -(booming) -(whooping stops) (whooshing) I'm sorry, but I couldn't tell you. Are you one of them? No. I'm from a different place. I took this form so I could walk among you. Well, you should have told me. I didn't know if I could heal this body. If I would wake up. (speaking native language) He wants to know where you're from. (speaking native language) What'd she say? She says she came from a place above the stars. What does that mean? Another world? What do you... what do you mean? -What does that mean? -(speaking native language) Anoth-another... What? He says you shouldn't talk. What do you mean, I shouldn't talk? I got questions, too. -(speaking native language) -You're a guest of the chief. Oh, now I'm a guest? I thought I was a prisoner. -What the hell am I? -Enough! All right! You're both big men, great warriors. Can we just listen to the woman tell her story-- or whatever she is? What are they doing here? They want gold. Well, that's just ridiculous. What are they gonna do, buy something? It's as rare to them as it is to you. What about my grandpa? What about my wife? What about the other people? Are they still... are they still alive? If they are, they won't be for long. They're studying your weaknesses. These are just scouts. If we let them leave, they'll come back with more, and there will be no survivors. That's what they did to my people. I came here to make sure it would not happen again, but we have to work together. (mutters in native language) (speaking native language) NAT: He says his people will join her. What do you mean, join her? What's she going to do? Where you going to go? We can find them. He knows where they are. No, I don't. I-I can't remember anything. You know, I couldn't even remember my own name. (speaking native language) He says they will take care of that. (chanting in native language over tribal drumbeat) (coughing) (chanting fades) (faint chanting resumes) (sighs) (squishing) (whirring) (grunts) (electrical crackling) (shudders) I brought the gold... to the house. That's why she died. It's not your fault. (panting) (low growling) (high-pitched electrical humming) (screaming) (roaring) (beeping) (pained groaning) (roars) (panting) I know where they are. (horses neighing) Jesus, Mary and Joseph. How did they build something like that? They arrived in it. It's their vessel. That's only the top. The rest is underground. It's how they mine for gold. So there is gold here. Can they see out of there? They don't see well in daylight. They stay underground in caverns, where it's dark. (whooshing) (loud rumbling) We'll never even get close. Those flying machines will just pick us off before we get anywhere near it. Well, there is another way in. Down there. The way I came out. We got to get those creatures out of there and out in the open, where we can get at 'em. So you can get in there with that arm gun, get our people out. We have one advantage-- they underestimate you. You're like insects to them. They're not planning on defending themselves, so they'll be vulnerable. We haven't got enough men. Oh, this ain't gonna work. (speaking native language) He says he wants to use your spyglass. (speaking native language) The Apaches are mountain warriors. He says it's better to fight from high ground. Tell him he's a fool. There is no high ground while they got those flying machines. Jake's leaving. Well, that's just dandy. Son of a bitch. Quit stalling. How much gold we had left? HUNT: Barely enough. But I'm gonna need my share right now, so I can get as far away from here as I possibly can. (dog barks) (gun hammer cocks) Red? I got him, Bull. (barks) Hey, there. (whimpering) You know, I had one hell of a job finding you boys. You planning a trip? We're going as far away as we can go. You remember la playa in Puerto Vallarta? HUNT: They got good fishing. Good tequila. You-You want to come with us? Don't make no difference. It's not far enough. What in the hell were those things, Jake? JAKE: Doesn't matter. They're gonna find us, and they're gonna wipe us out. What in the hell you saying? What I'm saying is, you got a choice. You can drink your last few hours away on a beach-- which by the way, is not a bad idea-- or you can follow me one last time. (bullet ricochets) DOLARHYDE: We got to make the best use of our resources. We got to have a strict-- Listen to me, damn it! He doesn't understand tactics. You got to explain to him. Look, we can't just run around hollering and throwing spears and shooting arrows at the damn thing. We got to draw them out of there onto open ground where we can surround them, attack them on all sides. Flank them. Explain to him. (speaking native language) He said he's not going to let you lead his people. (Nat speaking native language) What's he saying? He's saying they need to open their hearts and see in you what he has seen. (speaking native language) That his parents died in the Mexican War, and you took him in when he was only a boy. (speaking native language) That you gave him purpose. Taught him how to take care of himself, even though you were not blood. (speaking native language) That you despise battle, but would never run from it. (speaking native language) That you're a fierce warrior worthy of any fight. (speaking native language) He says if you're such a great warrior, why do you only have a man and a boy to follow you into battle? Dog! (barks) Dog! (barks, whimpers) Boy! Hot damn. You ready to get your son back? (riders whistling) (whooping) (mechanical whirring, clanking) Give me that. (grunts) Matches. I don't have any more matches. We're gonna have to go down. I don't know what we're gonna do. Go. Go! (speaks Spanish) (speaks Spanish) Go. Go! (whirring, clanking) (grunting) (explosion rumbling) I think we destroyed it. (blasting, booming) (men shouting) DOLARHYDE: Demons are coming out. Take this. Go up where I showed you. -You see our people, wave your arms. -Yes, sir. DOLARHYDE: Move out! Good job. If your people are in there, I'll get them out. Godspeed. Let's get 'em! (men shouting) (horses neighing, aliens screeching) (Emmett panting) (neighing) -(boom) -(screams) (alien screeching) (grunting) (whirring, clicking) (quiet rumble) (liquid burbling) JAKE: This is how they get the gold out. (aliens screeching, men grunting) (aliens roaring) They're not going down! They will! Keep at it, till we get our people out! Hyah! (screeching) Hyah! (roaring) -(boom) -(grunts) Hyah! (snarling) (horse neighing) (alien panting) (gunshot, alien roars) -(bone crunching) -(screaming) (hammer clicks empty) (snorts) (loud gunshot) Doc! Doc, get down here! Jesus. Doc! We get one? (panting) Yeah, we got one. I always... dreamed of riding into battle with you. I always dreamed of having a son like you. (sniffles) Go. Get Percy. Get your son. (rumbling continues faintly in distance) (whooping) (roars) Hyah! (neighing) (whooping) (gunshot, squishing) Don't look into the light. (electrical hum) Told you not to look into the light. Yeah, right. (grunts quietly) How long they gonna be like this? Each one's different. (alien screeches in distance) Hold them off. You better hurry. (grunts) (whirring) (alien panting) (roars) (booming) (screeches) (screeches) (laser blast in distance) (panting) EMMETT: There's more of them coming! (snarling) (screams) (grunts) (alien screeches, horse neighs) (aliens chittering) (ferocious snarling) (clattering, snarling) (booming) Go! (screeching) (screeching stops) Everybody's out. Right. Hey! Where you going?! It-It's this way! (man screams) (alien screeches, horse neighs) (screaming) (yelling) (neighing) (screaming) (screaming, bones crunching) (screeching) (grunting) (yelling) (dog barking) Go. Go! (explosions in distance) (roaring) (screams) (snarling) (gasps) (roars) (grunting) (rhythmic beating) (rhythmic grunting) (whimpering) (grunting) (yells) (squish) (alien groans) (flies buzzing) (panting) What the hell are you doing? We have to get out of here. No! I came here to destroy that thing. How? With the bracelet. Take it off. I-I can't take it off. Yes, you can. You can control it. How? Same way you shoot it: with your mind. You have to stop thinking. This isn't working. (clanks, beeps) It fell off. (beeping) If I can get it to its core, I can stop them. (gun hammer cocks) Let's go. Take this. (grunts) (liquid burbles in distance) (grunts) (grunts) Throw it! Good-bye, Jake. What? Wait! Ella! No! (blasting and booming) (grunting) (gunshots) (screeches) (distant whooping) I see 'em! I see 'em! They got out! They're coming out the other side! You see Percy? EMMETT: Yeah, I see him! What about Jake and Ella? No. They're not there. Hyah! (liquid burbling) (mechanical clanking, whirring) (distorted grunting) (snarling) (grunting) (mechanical whirring) (clanking, grunting) (screaming) (low growling) (grunting) (high-pitched whirring) (Jake wheezing) (growls) (gunshot) (screeches) (screeching) (screeching) (growling weakly) You all right, old man? (rumbling) (alarm blaring) Where's the girl? She's still inside. Go, go! (whirring) (whooshing) (whooshing) (whooshing) (grunting) (rumbling) (thunderous whooshing) (panting) (rumbling) (rapid beeping) (prolonged beep) (booming) (booming) (panting) (cheering, whooping) Grandpa. It's me. -Emmett. -Emmett. You're all grown up. (indistinct conversations) DOLARHYDE: Percy. Don't you remember me, boy? I'm sorry. I don't remember much. I'm your father. Oh, Pa. Do you remember me? I thought you were dead. I thought you were dead. (dog barking) (wings fluttering rapidly) (playing lively tune) (chatter, shouting) (laughing) Well, this gold's going to make things different. We're gonna have a railroad in here soon. That'll change the cattle business. Run these ledgers back to the bank for me, will you? Tell them I need some new cheques. Okay. I want the new ones to read "Dolarhyde and Son." (stammering) That sound good to you? Yes. Uh, yes, sir. John... Woodrow. Appears our town's about to get a whole lot bigger. (indistinct chatter) You weren't gonna leave without saying good-bye, were you? I'm a wanted man. Well, I could have sworn I saw Jake Lonergan die in those caves. Didn't you, Sheriff? Damn shame. I was looking forward to hanging him myself. I could use a good man around here. Yes, you could. Jake. She's in a better place. I'll see you around, Colonel. (whimpering)