Maria Garcia's lawyers
asked for a preliminary injunction.
What is that in English?
It would freeze all activity
- on the Garcia land. - My land.
No drilling, no pumping,
nothing till the trial's over.
Kilborne won't let that happen.
Kilborne recused himself.
What? Why?
He's implicated.
We bribed him to falsify Pedro's tax payments.
Can you say that louder?
I think there's a fella in Oklahoma didn't catch you.
- I didn't hear a thing. - Shut up.
County records can support our side.
It's her word against the whole town's.
- They have a witness. - What?
One of Pedro's vaqueros?
No such luck.
It gives a man little pleasure, Your Honor,
to admit that he has been duped.
Whatever embarrassment I may feel
pales in comparison
to the base depravity of Eli McCullough's misdeeds.
It has been my inclination for too long
to excuse his terrible behavior
because he is the namesake of our town.
But I can do it no longer.
My redemption lies
in doing my part to bring him to justice.
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Niles Gilbert is a disgruntled former employee
out for revenge.
We may attack his credibility at trial, counselor,
but the issue before us right now is,
does this meet the standard
for a preliminary injunction?
Well, there's no irreparable harm in drilling.
So if you're client loses at trial,
he'll put the oil back in the ground?
He'll pay damages.
If he's not bankrupt by then.
Let's not rehash what's in the briefs.
I'm going to err on the side of caution.
I'm not gonna prejudge this case,
but oil is a tricky business.
So I have to make sure
that there's something left to recover
should Miss Garcia prevail.
The injunction is granted.
Your Honor,
we understand that Mr. McCullough
has already extracted a substantial volume of oil,
which he is storing on the property.
We'd like it clarified
that the injunction applies to that, too.
Hold on.
You said yourself
we can't put this back into the ground.
I'm sorry.
But if it came out of that land,
it stays put.
Shh.
Come on.
He pushed me down and held me there.
Then he said he could kill me whenever he wanted.
- Wait, slow down, who did? - Scalped-A-Dog.
He said he'd buy me from you,
violate me, and cut me into pieces.
Well, Ingrid, what did you do?
That.
I'm not sorry.
Gone a long time.
Went for a walk.
And why are your hands dirty?
You smell different when you're scared.
You're better off not knowing.
Ingrid killed a Yap Eater.
_
- Who is it? - Scalped-A-Dog.
He probably had it comin'.
- Where is he? - We buried him.
- Where? - Far away... salt mounds.
Deep?
As deep as I could with my hands.
- We have to tell Fat Wolf. - No.
They'll kill her.
- Better her than us. - No.
No, stop.
They won't just kill her.
They'll torture her.
They'll roast her over a slow fire
and then cut her to pieces.
Eli, remember when you were afraid
Toshaway's temper would get us exiled?
This is worse.
Much worse.
I'm not gonna let our daughter die in the snow
because a slave couldn't control herself.
_
No.
No, she killed one of the Apaches
that attacked our camp.
She's earned her place. You know that.
If I have to choose, I choose my family.
What about after they kill her?
After Scalped-A-Dog...
_
Then we'll give them a horse.
It won't be one horse or two.
He'll set the nanuwokitu higher than we can pay.
And when we can't,
he'll have the excuse he's been looking for.
He can exile Toshaway, he can exile us.
The winter will kill us.
We have no choice.
You see this?
Fat Wolf can never know.
You're very handsome.
Well, you didn't think so before.
I was...
scared of you.
Will your wives care?
They could sleep through a thunderstorm.
World is full of wonders.
I'm speaking not only of how grain becomes whiskey,
but of our surprising and productive partnership.
I pray you are right, Mr. Monahan.
And that I have not in some way
injured my honor here.
Oh, well, my friend...
...you delivered.
I do not want to look into the mirror
and see a traitor looking back at me.
That man was never gonna do right by you,
and you need to accept that.
The dirty deeds he had you do
so his hands could stay clean.
I'll tell you the truth right now:
he never saw you as anything
but a jumped-up sharecropper.
Your working man's integrity, your loyalty
is wasted on Eli McCullough.
At the time,
I did not think I was wasting it.
Now, you and me,
we're a lot alike.
And I myself, I used to...
used to plow fields for a family
that my family worked for.
And I thought that I'd earn their appreciation.
But if I learned one thing it's this:
to that family we worked for,
I was no better than a slave.
Well, Mr. Endicott... the man I work for now...
same deal, different britches.
I'm merely a spoke in a wheel on his machine,
and the second I falter, I'll be replaced.
Now, the McCulloughs and the Endicotts,
they get rich.
And you and me get exploited.
And that's the way of the world.
I hear you.
I aim too high.
No, Mr. Gilbert.
I'm urging you to see me as an example.
Because I believe that a man can rise.
I have no intention
of being Mr. Endicott's lackey forever.
One day...
I intend to be Endicott.
The hell you say.
Then I'll put it to you.
Why stay Eli McCullough's hop-toad
when you can be the man himself?
When you can stand
and look him square in the eye,
and say, "Make no mistake, sir.
Niles Gilbert is your peer."
Well, now, wouldn't that be something?
? The Devil bent over and bared his red ass ?
? He broke a hot wind that dried out the grass ?
? And the Devil then said, "I have all that is needed" ?
? "Texas is Hell..." ?
? Angels, roll the rock away ?
? Death yield up your mighty prey ?
? See... ?
? He grew hot red peppers along all the creeks ?
? One bite and you'll shit burning water for weeks ?
? Just dine with a Greaser, and then you will shout ?
? "I've Hell on the inside as well... ?
Miss Garcia?
Miss Garcia.
Wait!
Please!
Why do you want to hurt us?!
I don't want to hurt you.
That's not what they're sayin'.
What did they tell you?
I'm back here
because your grandfather killed my family.
That's not true.
Other townsfolk did that.
Daddy tried to stop them.
Yes, he did try.
But he was no match for your grandfather.
Daddy said he took you to Mexico
so that you'd be safe.
And once you were okay, he was coming back here.
That true?
Maybe you should ask him.
I did.
What do you think?
I think he's lying.
Good luck, Jeanne Anne.
Come in.
Mrs. Sally.
Mrs. Hurley here to see you.
Who's that?
The mother of the boy Jeanne Anne...
I'll be right down.
I always heard how beautiful this house is,
but the descriptions did not do it justice.
- Thank you. - Oh.
The dimensions are gracious!
You could practically fit our whole house in that room.
And, I mean, I'm exaggerating, of course.
How is Tommy?
- We were so worried. - Oh.
And mortified.
Jeanne Anne is being punished as we speak.
Oh. Tommy's fine.
Thick head.
But he did have to have seven stitches.
So...
here's the bill from Tommy's doctor.
Stitches cost a lot.
I see.
Now, I don't excuse what Tommy said to her.
A family's private affairs should stay private.
And I know my... my husband has strayed on me as well.
Claimed to be at a cattleman's convention.
So
Let's just say there's not a whole lot of difference
between you and me.
I'm gonna get you that money now.
Inez, would you bring me the ledger?
Ah, hey, I'm glad it's you.
I was worried you were that damn Cullpepper kid
with his flute.
What a little asshole.
Do you have any more lessons today?
Uh, no.
I am sadly bereft of tone-deaf children
till tomorrow.
Is everything okay?
- Did something happen? - No. Um...
Would you like to go in back, we could have a smoke.
Does this feel good?
Yeah.
Matthew, um...
I never, uh...
I... I haven't...
Only with my husband.
You are a beautiful woman.
And someone...
someone should make you feel that way.
Watch your reflection.
I know.
They are building a fort.
I told you.
So you were right.
Those boxes, what is in them?
I don't know.
Whatever it is, there's a lot of it.
They're only going to get stronger.
We have to attack.
I told you this is the border.
If they want a fort here, they're gonna build a fort.
No matter how many you kill, more will come.
And they will rebuild.
I had Ingrid last night.
What?
And the night before that.
Have you ever had her?
No.
Has my father?
Toshaway and Ingrid?
No.
Doesn't mean he won't some day.
He won't.
Be careful, Tiehteti.
You think because he calls you his son
that he won't do whatever he wants,
take whatever he wants.
But he will.
He told me about your mother, what he did.
I think he feels bad about it.
My mother was unfaithful.
She deserved what she got.
I did not.
He said you chose exile.
_
You went to Fat Wolf's tipi last night?
Why?
I wanted to.
You're drawing attention to yourself.
That puts us all in danger, not just you.
I'm smarter than you think I am.
_
You told her?
_
Stop pretending you're smart, Dirty Hair.
You're not.
I went to Fat Wolf's tipi to protect us.
Us or you?
I have a plan.
He likes me.
He does.
And if I can become one of his favorites,
maybe even a wife,
then I can make sure nothing bad happens to any of us.
I would never betray you, Eli.
You know this, don't you?
Do you know what I think? Hmm?
I think you're only looking out for you.
I think you'll go to his bed
and you'll toss us out in the cold.
_
I will cut off your nose and make you eat it.
I was so angry.
I mean, the sheer presumption.
I gave her the money, sent her on her way.
I suppose that wasn't the worst thing
that I could do.
Well, giving money to someone who actually needs money
is usually considered a good thing.
Maybe I could have been more gracious.
Huh, maybe so.
I'm all too aware that I was
my husband's second choice from the start.
I mean, I didn't see it till it was too late, of course,
but I was swept up in it all.
And I was 18 when we got married,
and I just didn't know enough
to ask certain questions like,
"Do you love me?"
Also, I had no other options.
And we were gonna live in the Austin house,
so maybe I just got swept off my feet
by the thought of that.
Do you realize that while you been talking,
people in Europe have been dying?
Excuse me?
There is a whole world out there, Sally,
and it's dangerous, and it's alive,
and it does not care about the problems
of a rich Texas housewife
and the bad decisions that she makes.
Yeah, I know there's a world out there.
I was talking to you about my world
and things that are important to me.
Yeah, sorry.
- I was rude. - Rude.
Oh, no, Matthew.
Oh, no, you are simply a...
a bold teller of truths.
You, uh, smoke exotic cigarettes
and read exciting books
and you hang up these posters
of places that you'll never go.
I consider you a very worldly man.
Turn around.
What?
Face the wall.
I'm leaving, and I don't want you looking at me.
Judge Rowe.
Want some company?
Colonel, do I need to remind you
that we're not supposed to talk to one another
without opposing counsel present?
You're a guest in McCullough Springs.
I'm not allowed to be hospitable?
Cigar?
No, thank you.
Hmm.
Now, your father, if I'm not mistaken,
was Gordon Rowe, the Texas Ranger.
He was.
Did you ever meet him?
Yeah, he was before my time.
But I understood he was a good man,
a Godly man.
That's very good to hear.
My pleasure.
You know, your family is, uh,
part of the fabric of this state.
There's not too many of us left.
Colonel, I...
I should be going.
Well, just a moment.
The real plaintiff in this case
is not Maria Garcia,
but Roy Endicott and Standard of Pennsylvania.
Their purpose is not to even win,
but to force me to sell.
Now, you're an experienced man.
You know how dirty this business can be.
Yes, I do.
I do, Mr. McCullough.
I've watched my whole life as men like you
have used tax foreclosures, sheriff sales,
fraud, intimidation, and worse
to take your neighbors' land.
Now, Miss Garcia may prove her case
or she may not.
But I will not be your instrument, sir.
And if you contact me again,
I'll hold you in contempt.
Maria Garcia has effectively put our balls in a vice!
And there's a not a Goddamn thing we can do about it.
We can't drill, and we can't move what we have.
If we're not generating revenue with the oil we got,
we can't afford to put test wells on those ranchers' land.
Can we bluff, scrape together enough
to put up one rig?
- That would help. - No.
Not without getting the oil in those tanks to market.
Ranchers get wind of this,
they're either gonna go with Monahan
or string us up.
Yeah, probably both.
Standard's been gunning for a monopoly.
This is how they're gonna do it.
No.
I don't care about that injunction.
I made a promise to those ranchers.
I'm not about to let Standard make a liar out of me.
We move that oil... tonight.
Law doesn't need to know.
Well, shit.
I could not be more proud.
All right, now push.
Right there. Again!
Charles, grab it!
Whoo!
Careful!
Pete, they're tired.
We gotta get it to the train before sun-up.
Well, someone's gonna get hurt if you keep pushing.
20 bucks to the team who loads their truck first.
- Let's get it, boys! - Let's go!
Boss?
We got company.
Who the hell is this?
Looks like the law and order league.
Evening, Pete.
Niles.
Huh.
Now as I recollect,
ownership of this land
has been questioned in a court of law.
And the widow Garcia has hired me
to make sure that you McCulloughs
do not attempt to move her oil off her properties.
The law is with me.
Monahan's using you.
It is a fortunate man
who takes gratification in his work,
and I am...
I'm damn proud to be stopping you
from profiting on oil that ain't rightly yours.
You gave me a fright, Gus.
I couldn't make you out there.
Make me out now.
This is what the McCullough ascendency
looks like, gentlemen.
It's dark.
Your people are no friend to the workin' man, Pete.
Hiring mongrels...
turning your back
on the many qualified white men in need.
Sons spoiled and hairless
without the tiniest idea
of what the world is really like.
You want to see the next world?
Hmm.
Take your goons and go, Niles.
Whoo, whoo!
He just called you all goons.
God dog.
The McCulloughs have been making a habit, lately,
of pushing away the white men of this town.
But they seem to have forgotten
one very important thing.
White men push back.
Now, you take that oil...
back where it belongs...
...before I have my goons
set your damn truck on fire.
You heard him boys.
Let's go.
_
The search party is still out there.
I know.
- What if they find the body? - They won't.
They can find anything, Eli.
- I covered our tracks. - Well, maybe not good enough.
- The spot where we killed him... - You killed him.
- There's still blood there. - I covered it.
- I should go there. - Why?
So you can take his scalp?
Don't be mean, Eli.
I have no other friends here.
_
Just don't leave camp.
Please.
You and Prairie Flower are lucky.
You protect each other.
You don't know what it's like for me.
You're starting to look guilty.
That's how they'll catch you.
Whoa, what, what?
I just dreamt something.
Oh, go back to sleep.
I dreamt of Scalped-A-Dog.
I saw everything.
The water was coming closer and closer.
And it ripped at his belly and tore out his heart.
And when the water left, his eyes were still there,
staring up at nothing forever.
I think it means
the white men from the fort killed him.
Maybe it was just a dream.
Dreams sometimes tell us truth...
and show us things
we cannot see any other way.
Right now...
_
...have little drops on them.
Dried blood, I think.
I noticed them the night you first came to my tipi,
the night Scalped-A-Dog disappeared.
_
Injunctions...
it's like a snake bite.
It's gonna hurt more and more till it kills us.
And it will kill us.
I should have seen this coming.
Well, you can't blame yourself
for not having a crystal ball.
That woman's gonna be the ruin of me.
Listen...
the injunction only stays in place...
if there's a plaintiff.
If she goes away, so does our problem.
- Absolutely not. - It solves everything.
Everyone's gonna know who did it and why.
Once Kilborne's back, it won't matter.
The law is not my concern.
You hurt her, we lose Pete forever.
- I'm giving you a way out of this. - No.
The town doesn't miss her family.
They won't miss her.
But you can't do what needs to be done
because you don't trust Pete to stay in the fold.
- Son! - Pete is not himself when she's around.
And if we expect him to lead, she's gotta be gone.
You're coddling him.
This is what's gonna cost us everything.
Turn off the lights when you leave.
Turn around, Mr. McCullough.
I need to see Miss Garcia.
Don't think that you do.
Tell her Pete McCullough's here.
Fine.
What do you want?
I want you...
to leave.
Drive.
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? So, once dear old Texas came into his hands ?
? The Devil pissed down to water the lands ?
? He mixed up the sand with millions of fleas ?
? He put horns on the toad and put thorns on the trees ?
? He scattered tarantulas, chiggers, and ants ?
? Determined to bite through the back of your pants ?
? And the Devil then said, "I have all that is needed" ?
? "Texas is Hell," and hence he succeeded ?