Long Shadows

Preston, Preston.

Marcus. Marcus.

Marcus, can you hear me? My God.

- Are you ready, Marcus?

Whoa. Whoa. Whoa. Whoa.

This is to help you get by, until you get home.

Marcus, your mother was right.

Follow your heart, huh?

And don't ever lose your imagination.

- Thank you, Sister Luisa.

- Hey, boy, don't you know you never touch a man's horse

unless you're invited?

Naughty. I'll take a ball and chalk.

Ned, get back to work.

Do you need anything sweetie?

A horse.

- Oh, well it happens, I know a man who sells them.

Come into the saloon, we'll discuss it.

Come on.

Ned. - Huh?

Please. Have a seat.

What would you like?

- Water. - Oh, okay.

Thank you.

Mm, what's your name, sweetie?

- Marcus. - Marcus. I'm Vivian.

Vivian Villere. Welcome to Purgatory.

Huh. Fancy.

Yeah.

Marcus, are you looking to be entertained tonight?

Excuse me?

- Yeah. Do you want company, a girl?

Oh, well, what kind of an horse are you hoping to buy?

One to get me home.

Oh, well.

You should go see Titus at the livery up the street.

You tell him that I sent you and he'll do you right.

Where are you staying?

Oh, now I have rooms.

50 cents a night. Can you do that?

Oh good.

Oh, you've been working on the railspur?

- Aged outta the mission orphanage.

Huh.

Is that a fact?

Mmm.

Come sit by me.

I like that you're reading that book I gave you.

- Mom... - Huh?

What's a shaman?

A shaman is a healer

connected to the divine.

He knows in all people that good

and evil walk hand in hand.

In the end, goodness must lead the way.

I dream about those etchings.

- Don't ever lose that imagination.

I got a new name for you, Shaman.

He's an artist.

He gets that from you.

It's in his blood.

- Another one aged out from the orphanage.

Received a cash stipend.

- Mm, well might be time for the Mexican

to earn some bread and honey, huh?

Oh, the beauty of restitution.

- (gasps) Please, please. Don't hit me again.

I'm sorry I hurt you.

I'm sorry I locked you in this room.

I didn't want you to run away

before we had a chance to talk.

You remind me of myself when I was young,

ambitious, smart, beautiful, hmm.

You told me you wanted to attend the Conservatory of Music.

Well, you're not gonna earn enough money

playing the piano downstairs.

That is just a fact.

Think about the opportunity

that you have being here with me.

Men control this world. It's never gonna change.

But we have our own kind of power.

Let me show you how to manipulate

that power to your benefit.

You can be a victim or you can control your fate.

I wasn't raised to be like this.

Well, my girls, they earn their way to respectability.

What they do here doesn't get in the way of them marrying

a rancher or a doctor or any of the noble professions.

I don't know.

- There's a charming young man in room three.

Why don't you go and see him?

May I come in?

Okay.

Miss Vivian sent me.

For what?

Companionship, you know?

Pleasure.

I didn't ask for any pleasure.

- Then why are you here? - I could ask you the same.

You don't have to do that.

Thank you.

I don't want to be here.

I have never...

been with a man.

- Well, I've never been with a girl either.

Sister Luisa,

she said that's something special that you save.

May I?

This is beautiful.

This is your home?

Was.

What is your name?

Marcus Dollar.

Yours?

Belle DuBois.

- I've never heard that kind of name.

My real name is Dulce Flores.

Dulce.

Sweet.

Why are you using a fake name?

Something to do with Miss Vivian?

How'd you wind up here?

Me Papa, he made pottery.

Oh, and my sister, she's just like him.

When he died, she wanted me to be like her.

We got in a big argument and I left.

- To come here? - No...

to make enough money

to attend the Conservatory of Music.

Music?

I play piano.

Miss Vivian, she hired me to play here.

At least that's what I thought.

After a while she said I had to do more.

I refuse.

She do that to you?

Her and Ned. They beat Myra.

She was one of the girls here. They hurt her so bad.

I never saw her again.

All I want to do is go home. (whimpering)

Dulce, Dulce, wake up.

- (gasps) I need to get back to my room.

No wait.

I'm fixing to buy a horse. I'll take you home.

You will?

That's right.

But Miss Vivian and Ned

live downstairs and I don't see how--

- I'm going to get you outta here.

Trust me.

I won't be long.

Excuse me.

What can I do for you?

Need a horse.

What about that one? - Duchess?

She belongs to Sheriff Tibbs.

Will run you north of 200 or more.

Hold on now, fella. I got others, I got others.

- I need one cheap and I need it now.

Ah, you got a name?

Marcus.

- Tell you what, Marcus, sell you

that old mule right there for $10.

Another three and pay my boy Jesse for that saddle

and bridle, over train.

Yeah. Get you wherever you're going.

I'll take him.

Let's go, Dulce.

Belle?

Belle? - Are you okay?

- What are you doing? Hey!

Hey, you!

Hey, you! Hey, come back.

Hold on, Dulce.

- You come back here. Not a snipe.

Vivian, Vivian! - What are you yelling about?