Surrounded

-(DOOR OPENS) -(WIND BLOWING)

-(DOOR CLOSES) -(FOOTSTEPS)

I never knew why we prayed so much growin' up.

So, one day them Union boys came to my plantation

and told me and my folks we were free.

Best day of our lives.

Mama said our prayers had been answered.

I remember me and my folks walking out that plantation

till our feet couldn't even feel the ground no more.

We just kept walkin'.

Kept walkin', but we had nowhere to go.

-We were free... -(MAN URGING HORSE)

...but we had no place to be free.

So I'm askin' you, Lord...

...protect me on this journey.

Help me reach my piece of the promised land.

Deliver me from this evil.

Amen.

Get in. (GRUNTS)

-(INDISTINCT CHATTER) -(TOOLS CLACKING)

Move.

The war was an unfortunate step

in the right direction.

Look at what just walked in.

Where did he come from?

Iron on the bar.

Coffee. Please.

Coffee.

Yeah.

Ma'am.

Whoa there, fella!

Where you think you're headed?

I bought a seat.

From the man up there.

Andy, huh?

This fella buy a seat?

Yeah, that's right. Just a little bit ago.

Says you.

Throw me down them shackles.

All right.

You got papers?

I'm free.

Irregardless of what you say,

you still gotta show us your papers.

Come on now. I ain't got all day.

Don't make me ask twice.

"Mo..."

Washington.

Washington.

Washington? Ha-ha.

What an honorable appellation.

You carryin'?

Give it.

Now, you might have passage on this trip,

but there ain't nothin' says I got to have you at my back,

gun at the ready.

Well, what you got in that case?

Bible and some dried meat.

Hey. Fat boy, wake up.

There's a luggage seat in the back.

Is that a man or a boy?

Well, which would you prefer, madam?

Curly.

Do you need my gun too?

Of course not, Mr. Wheeler.

Let's go.

All right, stage for Colorado's leavin'. Let's go.

Lord, just get me from here to there.

-Ma'am. -Ah.

Madam.

Claude Aloysius Fields, at your service.

The Ol' Wildcat from Kentucky.

You see? That's me.

"Territory of Colorado

"hereby grants to Mo Washington,

"ownership of this land."

Let's go, Andy. Let's go, buddy.

All right. I'm comin'.

I talked to Curly.

Thought you might need this.

I seen rattlers out here bigger than you.

This is a fine Remington.

Lot of power.

Needed something easy to handle.

-Can't shoot a dead buffalo. -Mm.

Quite a few notches in your handle here.

You got family out here?

No, sir.

Just passin' through.

Headed west.

Just lookin' for a new start.

You?

Wife and daughter.

They're home.

Missus is expectin'.

Any day now.

I don't like leavin' them alone.

I'll need it back in the mornin'.

Andy, go help the lady.

What are you laughing at?

Do you feel relieved, Madam?

Do you never shut up?

Hyah! Hyah!

Let's flank 'em.

To the right! To the right!

Shit.

-(GASPING) -(GUNSHOTS CONTINUE)

Hold up! Hold up!

Drop the rifle!

Hold up! Hold up! -(GUNSHOTS CONTINUE)

Get 'em out.

What's happening?

Road agents.

Road agents?

Marauders.

Hands where I can see 'em, cowboy.

Ain't you gonna shoot 'em?

I do, they take us all out.

If they push for a last stand, they'll get one.

Just be glad they're not Indians.

Nobody make no sudden moves.

Mm.

Now, we don't need anyone getting hurt.

-(YELPS) -(GUN CLICKS)

All right, you boys know what to do.

Tommy, what about the money?

Don't fuckin' touch me.

Tommy!

We, uh... We ain't got nothing of value.

We ain't got no mail, no gold.

Just what the passengers brought.

If I want it, it has value.

Now, let me see y'all's hands.

Huh. You're Tommy Walsh.

Tommy Walsh?

The bank robber, Tommy Walsh?

Let's see what you got, folks.

We'll all be on our merry way.

Out! Out!

Come on out and stretch your legs.

You too, chuckaboo.

Your presence is requested forthwith, Madam.

I'm not moving from this spot.

Suit yourself.

All right, come on now, folks.

-(COACH THUDS) -(GASPS)

Take it easy. I got all the horses.

Well, do what you gotta do,

but do it real careful.

Join us.

We're all equals here.

Everybody out.

I'd do as they say, ma'am.

Get on down.

All right, gentlemen, let's, uh...

let's have a peek at them billfolds.

Thank you, sir.

Much obliged.

That'll do.

There ain't shit up here.

Just throw all that shit away.

Much appreciated.

No, it's just clothes.

No, they ain't kiddin'.

-There ain't nothing up here. -Well, you take it anyway!

Yes, sir.

And hurry up. Come on, gentlemen.

Check underneath. Check underneath.

What about the money from the bank, huh?

No, there ain't nothing here.

-(COINS RATTLE) -Muchas gracias.

How about you, amigo?