Slow West

(NARRATING) Once upon a time,

1870 to be exact,

a 16-year-old kid

traveled from the cold shoulder of Scotland

to the baking heart of America to find his love.

His name was Jay.

Her name was Rose.

Pegasus...

The Great Bear...

The Dragon...

Andromeda...

Orion's belt.

I was drifting West

when I picked up his trail

deep in Colorado territory.

A jackrabbit in a den of wolves.

Fortunate to be alive.

Arms abroad, boy.

Red skin or white?

Um... Sir...

I'm British... Scottish.

Catch the savage.

I'm Jay Cavendish...

son of Lady Cavendish.

We're all sons of bitches.

Grave play, boy.

Sir... lower your pistol.

Hey.

Clean it, oil it.

What do you want?

He was an officer.

Wearing a dress don't make her a lady.

They ain't soldier.

Least no more.

Injun slayers.

Keep headin' West solo, you'll be dead by dawn.

How you made it this far is a miracle.

- I take care of myself. - Sure, kid.

You need chaperoning, and I'm a chaperone.

- Safer to travel with a killer? - That's right.

First let's save your pony's life.

Counted a dozen of them bastards attacked those Indians back there.

Minus three...

that leaves too many.

"Ho for the West..."

A Traveler and Emigrant's Handbook...

"to Canada and the North West States of America"

by Edward Hepple Hall.

Well, ho for the West.

Dollars... fifty now, fifty when we split.

Until we reach a forest called Silver Ghost.

Let's drift.

- What's your name? - Drop back. Single file.

Why are you headin' West?

You care not why I'm headed West?

There was an accident.

My girl and her father fled from Scotland...

settled out West.

It was all my fault.

Take a hint, kid?

- We love each other. - Sure you do, kid.

Jay!

A thousand ways to die... choose one.

Bow and arrow.

Silly boy.

My turn.

- (MEN SINGING) - (DRUMS BEATING)

That kid was a wonder.

He saw things differently.

To him, we were in a land of hope and good will.

The way I saw it...

kick over any rock and most likely a desperado

will crawl out and knife you right in the heart if there was a dollar in it.

- (MUSIC FADES OUT) - (CRICKETS CHIRPING)

Same stars, same moon...

One day we'll be wanderin' 'round that moon.

They'll build a railroad.

A railroad up and down the ways.

A railroad to the moon.

And when we get there...

the first thing we'll do...

is hunt the natives down.

No Indians on the moon.

No, the natives of the moon. The moon people.

Pegasus...

The Great Bear...

- The Dragon... - (RUSTLING)

Shh.

Sit down.

This is the last time I'm gonna clean up your shit.

It must have been winter when Rose passed through here.

What's she like?

She's a beauty.

And she does not waste words.

They tumble out... wit following wisdom.

You haven't bedded her, have you?

Grab that end.

You're a brute.

Trading post up ahead.

We can dine at a table while sittin' on a chair.

Tie the horses 'round back.

Everyone knew about the bounty...

except Jay.

He was leading me right to it.

There were few of us left.

Men beyond the law.

But the most dangerous are the last to fall.

May I ask you to place your iron on the counter while you browse?

We'll be dining.

- May I try on a suit? Sure, be my guest.

Whiskey?

- Got any meat? - I got condemned bacon.

Traded it for bullets. Both'll kill you pretty quick.

Blanket, please.

Blanket, huh? (GRUNTS)

Uh, ma'am, you have to purchase items 'fore baggin' 'em.

How we do it here in America.

Johan.

Sorry.

Money... please.

Well, now, looky here.

You realize if I give you money,

here's the only place around where you can spend it.

Johan!

Money...

- (GUNSHOT) - (CLATTER, THUD)

Johan... Johan! (GASPING)

Breathe.

Breathe.

In...

and out.

Money.

Money!

Breathe.

In...

and out.

Money!

Breathe.

Money!

In...

- and out. - Money!

Grab some provisions.

Jay!

Shit.

Dry your eyes, kid, let's drift.

We could have taken them in.

In where?

How do you feel...

about me?

You're the little brother I never had.

You don't mean that.

That's not what you mean.

I'm sorry, my Romeo...

but "these violent delights..."

have violent ends."

What choice do you have?

A farmer... a fisherman...

Best you leave now, Jay.

- Under the bed. - No.

Daddy. Rose.

Growin' up quick.

- John, Calum, Rose. - Willie, Angus.