Jonah Hex

War and me took to each other real well.

It 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 gotta decide if he's gonna do what's right.

That choice cost me more than I bargained for.

Daddy!

Daddy!

- Daddy! - Son!

Brave boy.

My son Jeb was brave. Loyal too.

And then he was murdered by his best friend in cold blood.

Isn't that right, Hex?

Turnbull, let them 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.

No. 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.

It feels like this.

I want you to watch.

No! No!

No! No!

You're gonna 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.

I hung on that cross for days.

By the time the Crow Indians found me and cut me down...

...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 seemed to stay with me.

Didn't make me immortal.

Just left me with the curse of knowing the other side.

See, talking to dead folks ain't natural.

But sometimes they're the only ones who will point the way.

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.

Punishing the guilty wherever there was profit.

This here's my story.

Jonah Hex.

Jonah Hex.

These are the boys you wanted.

The Clayton boys.

That's right.

Appear we have a little problem, Mr. Hex.

There's four Clayton boys. This only three boys.

I don't see my way we could possibly recompense you...

...the agreed upon "reconception".

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 them in, simple as that.

You surely have done us quite a favor.

Transaction's all it was.

I'll collect my $100 bounty on them 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 would pay double that for your stinking hide.

Five coffins.

Sure you don't need eight?

Cut him down!

Congratulations.

- Hang it up. - All right. I'm in.

Mom?

What do you suppose those men are doing?

Get down!

Stay calm. We've got them twenty to one.

Prepare to engage!

Look out!

I'll take out the conductor!

Secure the weapon!

Nobody move.

Everybody, get back.

We're slowing down.

You're sure, absolutely sure, it was Turnbull?

Positive, President Grant.

Bastard must've faked his own death.

- Why now? - I can hazard a guess.

There are centennial celebrations being prepared in more than twenty states.

Whatever he's preparing...

...we've probably got ten days to find him.

Beg your pardon...

...but why does the president care if one old Confederate general is alive?

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 Mexican slaves had a nickname for him.

- What was it? - Terorrista.

Terorrista.

Load all that cannon onto our wagon.

Find what's left of our two boys and give them an honorable burial.

Burn the rest.

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. Armory 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.

Jonah Hex? Mm.

- Hex is a lawless bounty hunter. - The man was a hero once.

- Sir, we've all heard the stories, but... - 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.

He don't look so tough.

Looks tough to me.

Not to me.

Watch this.

Hey, Hex. What happened to your face?

Cut myself shaving.

What happened to yours?

For the broken window.

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 wanna see me, pay fair like everyone else.

I don't want anybody else's hands on you, Lilah.

- Mr. Nash. - All right.

All right. I'll see you tomorrow.

Look, buzzard...

Jonah Hex.

Lilah.

Get inside.

It's been a while, Hex.

Yeah, that it has.

You worry about me, don't you?

No.

Well, I worry about you.

Look how many times you've been shot.

It's 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?

This can be number two.

Three.

Four.

It ain't safe here, Jonah.

They'll be coming for you.

Yeah, well, they always do.

I saw them notices.

It's different this time.

You killed them lawmen.

They was wearing badges, but not one of them 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 southways.

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.

Look at you, setting the rules.

You know, you shouldn't be so sure of me, Jonah Hex.

Next time you come around I may not be here.

It's the best I can do, Lilah.

Christ, woman, how many men you seeing a day?

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.

You get lost or get dead.

- Hex, you've 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?

Quentin Turnbull is alive.

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.