Godless

Easy there, fellas.

What y'all running away from?

I think they might be simple.

I seen this one time before up in Nebraska.

A pair like these two had their own kind of talk only the two of them could savvy.

Boys.

Boys!

Where's your kin at?

These are your folks?

Sister?

Who did this?

Can you boys talk English?

Savages.

They done it.

Rode in to steal our food.

They cut them up?

And then they shot them?

They made us shoot them.

They made us...

All right. All right, boys.

What do you think?

Comanche?

Kiowa, maybe?

Maybe their spirits.

Whoever done this didn't leave no tracks.

I think it's more than likely this here "massacre"...

was home-grown.

What are we gonna tell him?

He knows.

Sometimes the folks you love...

are the folks you hate.

Especially when you're way the fuck out in the middle of nowhere.

Boys.

I'd like you all to meet Donnie and Daryl Devlin.

They're gonna be riding with us now.

So, from here on, what's ours is theirs.

They're family.

Oh, Mr. Grigg. I didn't expect you back...

Get up off your lazy ass.

We've got a special edition to put out.

The fire at the feed store? Did you hear about that?

I don't mean any damn fire. Not in this town, anyway.

Come on, move.

I want to get this issue out and get right back down to La Belle.

What for?

Because I want to be there when Frank Griffin comes riding in.

- What? - Here.

You start on these.

I'll write the rest as we go.

Is this true?

I saw it with my own eyes.

Did you warn them poor folks?

Boy, you are slower than the second coming of Christ. Go!

Excuse me, ma'am.

I wonder if you might help me with something.

It depends.

I'm looking for this woman.

And who might you be?

Name's Webster.

I'm with the Pinkerton Detective Agency in Chicago.

Husband hire you?

Mr. Bischoff's very concerned about his wife.

I'm sure he is.

I'm told she lives here now.

- You just missed her. - What?

She moved on.

- Must be a week now. - Any idea where?

Back to Germany is what I hear.

Well, that's unfortunate...

seeing as Mr. Bischoff had brought her down there to Mexico for her health.

Mr. Bischoff sure sounds like a nice man.

Go through the trouble and expense

of hiring an armed detective to fetch his wife.

He just wants her back, safe and sound.

"Safe" is one of those funny words.

Sometimes means something different

to the person who says it and person who hears it.

I don't follow.

Maybe Mrs. Bischoff felt safer away from Mr. Bischoff...

than with him.

Well, maybe so, but she's still his wife, and, as such, it's not up to her.

I didn't realize that "I do" meant, "You go right ahead, honey. Do as you please."

She was going to take the Southern Pacific

from Santa Fe to New York, get the boat from there.

Train only runs but once a week, so if you ride hard, you can make it in a day...

maybe catch her.

Although, I doubt it.

Come on, woman, open up.

All right, you best keep yourself out of sight for a while.

There's a man here from Pinkerton who wants to...

Pinkerton?

Shh!

You want to keep your voice down because the man's probably creeping about outside.

Oh.

I-I'd be scared to wear them, too.

Ja.

Beautiful, yes?

Yeah.

For you.

Me?

No, not for me.

Shit.

Shit?

Shit!

Shit.

Well, why didn't she just say so?

Oh!

Surprise. Your birthday.

My birthday? Oh, come on!

Well... how did she...

I don't even know anymore when it's my damn birthday.

That stupid...

Stupid.

Shit!

Oh, goddamn it.

Let's all keep calm and talk about this like civilized folks.

Sure. Come on in. Have a seat.

I suggest we all first lower our weapons.

After you.

Seems we're deadlocked.

Seems so.

Mrs. Bischoff...

your husband...

Jesus.

I'm not sure that was the best way to handle that situation.

I'm crippled!

I doubt it. Shot went through and through.

Missed the bone, looks like.

Nice shooting.

No, don't!

What are you doing?

I don't care none what Otto says.

I just had to see you for myself.

That picture's been in my pocket for the better part of a year now.

I'd look at your lovely face every night.

You know, I think this fool may have some feelings for you.

Martha.

I can pretty well guess what that meant.

What are you planning on doing with him?

Shh.

Your voice is just like it was in my dreams.

I'll just be going now.

That's it, just like that. Oh, God.

Oh, God!

Thank you, God.

"Mr. Roy Goode.

C/O Lucy Cole.

Moses, New Mexico."

"Jim Goode. Atascadero, California."

"Dear Roy..."

Roy Goode.

Look at you.

Come sit with me.

Come on over.

Right there.

What's in the bag?

Something for you.