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I bet the monster's done it.
The ones under my bed.
Did it, not done it.
And no, they didn't.
There's nothing under your bed, baby doll,
just a couple of quilts.
I hear him under there at night.
Scraps could hear him too.
Hush now.
We're going back to the house.
Okay.
Shoo.
Keep Goldie in the house.
I'm gonna take care of it.
I think that chair's on its last leg.
That makes two of us.
What are you looking for out there?
Ghosts, I reckon.
I think I found one.
Who's under there?
Did I scare you?
Yes.
Are you ready for bed?
No.
Why not?
Will you check?
There's no monsters under there, Junebug.
Please?
Okay.
It's all clear.
You know what?
A long time ago,
an Indian medicine woman gave me this.
She told me
that it would protect the wearer from darkness.
Is it really true?
It's really true she said it.
Listen, I'll tell you something I know is true.
If any monster ever tries to hurt you,
it's gonna find out real quick,
your daddy's the scariest thing in the dark.
Very scariest thing, okay?
Go to sleep.
You're doing it again.
Doing what?
Warming up your trigger finger.
You do that whenever you're thinking of mischief.
Maybe you better find something else
to occupy my mind then.
Well, maybe I'll just find a better way
to warm up your finger.
Turmoil and seething.
As if this earth, in fast, fit pants
were breathing a mighty fountain.
He was forced.
Men whose swift path.
Fragments, like rebounding hail
or chaffy grain beneath the threshers flail.
Christ almighty.
That's pretty.
Well howdy, captain!
He give us the slip?
Think he gave us the shaft.
Dammit!
Drop the pistol.
Who the hell are you?
Allow me to answer your question with a question.
Dropped the pistol?
Son of a bitch.
Salvador Guevara,
we are sworn officers of the court.
We have a warrant for your arrest.
Drop the pistol, Chancho,
before you do something you're gonna regret.
He's already done that.
I swallowed my chaw.
Negotiations are fucking over.
You going in?
He's coming out.
Like hell he is.
He's hold up in there tighter than a nuns nasties.
Well I gave him high marks for holding up.
I have to sorely fault him for his choice of hole.
You know, it's a shame somebody with your talents
couldn't have applied himself in a more positive direction.
Instead of just causing chaos,
you could've served some real purpose.
Well, that's where we have to agree to disagree, Captain.
The way I see it,
causing chaos is my purpose.
Well, he dropped the pistol.
He sure held fast to this though, didn't he.
Don't look like $5,000, don't he?
One man's trash.
What about that?
What about it?
Is it gold?
Tastes like it.
So?
So we turn it into the marshal,
along with this smoking sack of shit.
We're bastards, gentlemen.
We don't need to be greedy bastards.
Hey.
Got the drop on you, cow puncher.
I surrender.
Am I wanted man?
Very wanted.
Deeply wanted.
There was a time I had a $3,000 price on my head.
Your head's not even your most valuable part.
Come inside and dance with me?
I'm a respectable young woman.
I can't be seen dancing with a desperate outlaw.
Afraid people will get the right idea?
What were you doing out here anyway?
I needed to tell you something.
Tell me something?
Been rolling around the hay with somebody else?
We're both rolling around the hay with somebody else.
Everybody!
Next round's on me.
Well, well, well.
Looks like we captured some savages.
Just one small step from the jungle
to the zoo, eh, boys?
Captain Potter,
Sergeant Lexington,
and Mr. Ninekiller.
Where were you three last evening?
Oh, I don't know.
Where are we now?
Take a guess.
Well, the whole place is empty of charm,
full of old fools,
and it, damn, smells like piss.
I'm gonna have to say either a convalescent home
or Fort Blue.
Deep in the bowels of Fort Blue.
Exactly where a couple of troublesome turds like you belong.
That'll do, major.
Major?
That's right.
See the star?
Makes me a major.
Well, of course it is,
just like sticking feathers up my ass makes me a chicken.
Enough.
Rumor has it the Wolf Hounds were entertaining last night.
We're always entertaining, Colonel.
Last night we were positively enthralling.
Over near Catches Hollow?
Because the town folks tell me they saw you
in the area last evening.
If they remember last night,
then trust me, they weren't there.
You like this flask, Sergeant?
We found it in the charred heaping ashes
of the Gregor coal mining concern,
what's left of it.
It reminds me of you,
not just because it's battered all to hell,
and leaking combustible fluids.
But because it's got your goddamn name etched on it.
Horse shit.
Yeah, the guy that you captured, Guevara,
well, he was in the area
to give information to a Union spy.
But he managed to get himself detonated
before he could do that.
You're welcome.
Did he have anything on him?
Old locker colt,
turned it into the marshal.
Anything else?
Like what?
Like a golden necklace, an amulet,
about yay big.
Nope, nothing like that.
Why?
300 years ago,
the Spanish laid waste to the Aztec and Incan empires.
They carted off tons of gold and jewelry,
but a rumor persisted
of another empire far to the North,
older and richer,
with cities made of gold,
and a vast fortune buried underground and a sacred vault.
You see, legend says that the treasure was buried
as part of an offering for an underworld deity.
Snake god named Supai.
Apparently the high priest that did the offering
fashioned a map in the form of a golden amulet.
The centerpiece had three interlocking pieces
representing earth, heaven, and hell.
After that, he broke it into three parts,
scattered it so that nobody
could find the treasure
unless they were worthy.
Chancho reportedly had the first.
The second it's lost in the wind,
but the third and final piece,
the Union says they know where it is,
and they've sent a full company to recover it.
So where is it?
La Mojarra.
Jesus Christ.
As I recall, you boys tried that once before,
13th cavalry.
It was a dead end.
Yeah.
In more ways than one.
New information says there's some sort of secret passage
at the base of the canyon,
hidden doorway to a cave
locals call Boca del Inferno.
The hell's mouth.
We need a small team of marauders
to get there ahead of the Union,
find the three pieces
and bring 'em back here.
Well, it sounds like a hell of a team.
Sure hope you find them.
Would you be so kind as to have the valet
fetch our personal effects?
Your personal effects are being held here,
as are you.
What weapon you got
you think you can accomplish that?
This one.
Seems that in light of last night's incident,
the general is revoking all special privileges,
contingent upon your assistance with this matter.
The answer's no.
I wasn't asking a question,
and neither was the general.
You wolf hounds have spent the last three years
racking up a list of crimes that would make the devil blush.
Now we've been willing to look past it
because of your assistance with the Confederacy.
But if you three refuse now,
you'll be prosecuted to the fullest extent of the law.
Your free ride is over.
Now there's the case,
and there's the door.
It's a package deal.
This is nice.
Can we break out of this?
No, if we break out,
we're just gonna have 600 regulars out looking for us.
No 600 regulars who can't find their own assholes.
Some assholes are hard to miss.
Touche.
Is there another way out of this cell?
Yeah, sure.
Chancho's way.
One week, gentlemen,
to find all three pieces of the puzzle
and bring 'em back here in seven days.
Don't sweat it, Colonel.
Hell, the good Lord made the entire earth in six.
Up shit creek
without Chancho's godforsaken necklace.
We'll just have to find it.
Good luck with that.
The marshal has it,
it's halfway up the coast by now.
Some horse tits.
Well I'll check the coast.
I'll check the tits.
And every minute we spend trying to find it
is time we can't afford to lose
if the union's is headed to La Mojarra.
We can move a hell of a lot faster than a full company.
What I need right now is a bed, a bath,
and a bordello,
no particular order.
You know, it sort of looks like you, Lex.
Why's that?
'Cause we're both hung like this?
Come here, you beautiful bitch.
Did I or did I not stand here yesterday
and say let's not be greedy bastards?
Sorry, captain.
Something about the sight of blood,
it just brings out the parasite in me.
Who's thirsty?
Don't look like a map to me.
Barely even looks like a necklace.
It's a start.
Be ready in the morning, boys.
Where you headed?
We ain't home just yet.
Like hell we ain't.
We gotta try.
Stay out of jail.
We're leaving at sun up.
No.
No gracias.
I knew this fella in Toledo,
such a smooth pickpocket.
We used to call her sticky fingers.
Now you're no sticky fingers cupcake,
but I got to tell you,
that was pretty god dang smooth.
Were the mariachis in on it,
or was that just sort of like serendipity?
Know what, don't tell me.
I like not knowing.
This doesn't belong to you.
Well, unless you're a serpent god from the underworld
I don't expect your name's written on it either.
So I guess we'll just have to say
that possession is nine tenths.
Strong words from a man who doesn't posses it.
I'm what you call an optimist.
You know, if you're playing the odds
that I've got some sense of chivalry,
that's a bad bet.
Oh no, I'm doing a man's work.
I expect to earn a man's wages.
That a girl.
I'm counting to three.
I'm counting to one.
Didn't catch that.
They were...
I warned you boys,
when you shoot at the king,
you better kill the king.
As a general rule,
I try not to draw down any less than five at a time
but I'll tell you what,
if it makes you feel any better,
I can draw left-handed.
Truth be told,
I'd kind of like to keep my right hand free anyway,
for your sisters.
Dadgummit!
Three.
Don't.
- You need me. - Why?
Is there a sudden shortage of treacherous whores?
Chancho was my husband.
My condolences.
So fucking what?
So I'm the only person alive
who knows where to find the other two pieces
of that amulet.
And you'll help us what?
Out of the kindness of your heart?
No.
But I'll help you for
$10,000.
That's what I call a high dollar hooker.
It's twice the price you collected
for my husband's head,
you fucking cabron.
You a ghost?
Beg your pardon?
Only people that walk around
in the middle of the night in a graveyard
are gravediggers, grave robbers, and ghosts.
Looking for a friend of mine,
used to live around here.
Captain Benjamin Cook.
Ole Captain Cook.
Yeah, you know where I might find him?
Yep.
About 20 yards that way.
Six feet down.
He's dead.
He died about four years ago.
He a friend of yours?
Well tell you the truth,
he was an ornery old cunt,
and nobody much liked him.
You know, there was a time
I would knock you to the ground for that.
There was a time you could've done it too.
How you been, Captain?
Busy.
What do you want?
Came out here looking for you.
Right here, right where I've been every day
for the past six years.
You're right.
There's six years between us.
I don't know how to bridge that.
You just have to treat the river
like it's a puddle and skip over it, you know, small talk.
Okay.
How's your day?
I buried my dog.
How was yours?
Woke up in jail.
We need smaller talking than this.
Well, I'll drink to that.
Have a seat.
What are these?
Some of the rich folks
are buried with pull cords
in case they're buried alive.
Shit.
I'm putting together a crew
and I want you to come with me.
You want me to come with you?
Where to?
La Mojarra.
I'd offer you another drink,
but I think you've had enough.
You must have more goddamn spirits in you
than the church yard.
I'm prepared to pay you.
Ain't enough cash money in all the world.
We need a guide, Cook.
You need a miracle.
Hundred men left on that raid six years ago.
You're the only one to come back.
And to quite the hero's welcome too, huh?
They threw me in jail,
took away my rank.
Man's more than a rank, Cook.
Oh, is that a fact,
Captain Potter?
Fact is, you used to be
the deadliest son of a bitch I ever met.
You were a wolf hound, goddammit.
Yeah.
But you fled the field of battle.
You abandoned your brothers in arms.
The only reason you could give for it
was all sorts of nonsense
about monsters and darklings.
All sorts of nonsense,
just happened to be the truth.
Doesn't matter.
You came under attack and you ran from it.
The whole 13th Calvary ran from it.
I just ran fastest.
Imagine if all the evil in the world
has come shambling out of the darkness,
grim reaper himself.
What would you do?
I'd show him how a wolf can fight.
I missed you Sully.
I'm sorry.
It took me six years to make this walk.
I'm sorry you had to make it for nothing,
'cause I'm not going on any raid,
not to La Mojarra.
Still haven't heard my offer.
Go on back to Fort Blue, Captain.
There ain't nothing you can offer me
to change my mind.
I can get you your land back.
What?
I can have you reinstated as an officer
and get your land returned to you.
Ole Dutch Taverson owns this land now.
Taverson owned it yesterday.
I own it today.
Tomorrow it could be yours.
You mean you'd give me my old life back,
just like that, for nothing?
No, not for nothing,
in exchange for your help on this mission.
Don't do this.
You can't do this.
I can work for it for as long as you want,
but you can't ask me to go back there.
That's not fair.
You lost your land and your rank
on a failed mission to La Mojarra.
You can get them both back on a successful one.
That couldn't be any more fair, that's,
hell, that's fucking circular.
I need some time to think on it.
Time's a luxury I ain't got.
We're leaving tomorrow morning at sun up.
The old haunted wishing well at Raven's Roost.
You'll be there or you won't.
A wolf don't beg.
All right, you got two bedrolls,
and a can of tuna.
All right.
= You break it, pecker wood, and you bought it.
Add it to my bill.
Now you can break it all you want.
Why do we say, Gabriel?
Thank you.
Welcome.
We're about to be on our way, folks.
You like us, Mister?
Going looking for gold?
In a manner of speaking.
I reckon these men deal mostly in cash, son.
Head on out to the wagon now.
Keep your ma safe out there.
Don't need to worry about that.
I can shoot the eye out of a hawk at 500 yard.
Damn useful if they get attacked by hawks.
Lex, you son of a bitch.
Morning, sunshine.
What the hell happened to you last night?
Oh, I met a girl.
Took in a local band.
Who's she?
This here's the widow Guevara
and our new business partner.
We waiting on anybody else?
No, I don't think so.
Let's go.
Come on.
That's a secret of relic of my people
you're defiling with your spit.
What's your name?
Dolorosa.
Well shut up, Dolorosa.
And if it's so god dang sacred,
then why were you and Chancho
trying to sell it off in the first place?
My people are starving.
So you decided to sell your birthright
for a mess of pottage, huh?
That's a shame.
doesn't know shame.
In the bottom of his case of whiskey.
Make it in places I need three mirrors to even see.
Jesus.
A Tonco wouldn't do this.
Nobody would.
Anybody else find the freshness
of that blood a might unsettling?
What were they doing way the hell out here?
Hunting wolves.
From the look at those pelts,
they took a few skins.
Yep,
and something took theirs.
Those symbols mean anything to you?
It means we need to keep moving.
Come on.
If we're looking for something
the Spanish buried here,
how the hell old is this graveyard?
Your white settlers built a cemetery
on top of an ancient burial mound of my people.
And an alter to your new god,
on top of a temple to a much older one.
Christ!
Only take the amulet.
Don't disturb the other pieces.
Pass it up.
Throw the rope down.
Well, well, well,
just the big, bad wolf hounds.
Keller?
Or is it the three little pigs?
This might be cold comfort,
but for what it's worth,
I did try to spare you this.
I assured the Colonel he didn't need to hire marauders,
he already had the perfect tool for the job.
You're a perfect tool, all right.
Huffing and puffing to the end.
This isn't the end, Keller.
You got one piece.
You planning to come down here
and take the other one?
As appealing as that sounds, little pig,
I haven't the time to roll around in the mud with you.
Afraid you'll get your hands a little dirty?
No, it's just been enough mudslinging
for one day, Captain.
You've already lost enough ground.
Don't you think?
Son of a bitch!
And with that,
I must bid the three of you a fond ado,
or adios, as the case might be.
Something about this place,
spookin' the horses.
Can't say I blame them.
Stay here with Lyles and Nunley.
When we're safely gone,
put a bullet in those raiders' heads.
Cover the grave up, no traces.
Yes sir.
Ever think you'd end up in a place like this?
A graveyard?
Yeah.
I told you, those are not to be disturbed.
Can't a fella at least die doing what he loves?
Captain Potter.
I had the honor of fighting along side you at Red Bow.
I'll make it a clean death.
What a tribute.
You kill the woman.
Fuck this.
We getting bigger or is this grave getting smaller?
Walls are closing in.
Go.
Go, go, go, go.
Go, go, go.
What are they?
Skin walkers.
You're late.
I thought you meant the other
haunted wishing well at Raider's Roost.
What'd I miss?
Digging up buried treasure,
fighting werewolves,
business as usual.
Welcome aboard, captain.
Sergeant.
Cook.
Well, at least them calvary boys
was nice enough to leave their horses behind for us.
And a shit load of TNT.
What were they gonna do?
Blast their way into Hell's mouth?
Doesn't matter.
They don't need it.
They have both pieces of the amulet.
Yeah, and while we're standing around holding our dicks,
they're getting further away ever minute.
No, not with this storm coming in, they ain't.
We'll hold up here.
Get started in the morning.
What the hell lit a fire in your ass all of a sudden?
Somebody went to a God awful lot of trouble
to bury that peace and keep it safe.
And they're using this for window dressing.
Now it seems to me
that maybe we should entertain the possibility
that this serpent God's treasure
ain't just a fairy tale.
And if it is,
maybe we're looking for one hell of a happy ending.
You're making the conquistadors' mistake.
Presuming that my ancestors share your value system.
That real treasure must mean something you can touch,
is something you can spend.
Well, what the hell else would it mean?
There is no happy ending.
Those two pieces were the only way to La Mojarra,
and the amulet,
the only safe talisman against the darkness of Supai.
You're all arrogant pups
who think this is some sort of game.
Well the game is over.
We ain't pups, sweetheart.
We're wolf hounds.
Game ain't over till we win it.
I'm not taking you one step further.
You wanna head on home without pay?
And straight through the middle of Indian territory?
Go on, be my guest.
I ain't crawling back to Fort Blue
with my tail tucked between my legs.
How do you expect to go forward without the guide?
Got us a guide.
Captain Cook.
You think you can get us to where X marks the spot?
Yo ho.
Lex, Cook, you're with me.
Ninekiller, stay with the woman.
War party?
Strange they killed the boy.
Normally, they take the young ones to sell.
He got in the way.
He was trying to protect her.
Which way are they headed?
South.
Saddle up.
Captain, maybe we want to stick to the task at hand,
patrolling Indian trails, that's what they
overpay the rangers for.
This ain't really our job.
It is today.
I was afraid my rabbit stew
would attract wolves.
Peace to the camp, ma'am.
We ain't wolves.
We just a couple of strays
who happened to be down wind from your cook fire.
Strays with sharp teeth.
I'm afraid there's an Indian war party out in these woods.
Think they crossed the river back at the shallows
a mile from here.
You out here all by yourself?
Not anymore.
I got two strong men to protect me.
You should know
that strong men with drawn pistols
may not have any of my stew.
I think that a strong man is a drawn pistol
will get as much stew as he wanted.
Captain, I think you're scaring the lady.
No I ain't.
Now the question is, why I ain't.
I just said there's an Indian war party in these woods,
and she's sitting there, cool as a mountain spring.
Where's your husband?
I don't have one.
Your left hand says you do.
My left hand isn't that bright.
I wear this ring to discourage suitors.
My only husband is an imaginary one.
Your imaginary husband cut that firewood?
Does he wear them boots?
Those boots are mine.
My, my, what big feet you have.
I was worried about drawing wolves,
but it seems I caught a fox instead.
I ain't caught just yet, sweetheart.
Like hell you ain't.
Now everybody stay airish.
Christ on a cracker, Potter,
is that you?
It's me.
Well, this here's John Sullivan Potter boys,
me and him's been through the mill together.
The hell brings you to my fireside?
Following the smoke.
Wagon train full of women and children
got waylaid a ways back.
Well now that's a shame.
Ain't it just.
Injuns, I expect.
Nope.
Some cowards sure done it to make it look that way.
And the big bugs at Ford Blue
got you boys mission aid now.
Is that it?
Passin' through the highways and the hedges
looking for poor sinners.
The Potter I used to know,
he'd make an unlikely evangelist in that quarter.
You must have had some winter.
You had quite a fall.
Christ, Grady, what kind of monster are you?
The patient kind.
My patience done run out.
Now you tell your boys
to slip their fingers off them triggers,
and you all boom the fuck along.
That's as pretty as she's getting, Potter.
It's airy that,
are this Mexican standoff.
We ain't really in the mood for Mexican.
Lex.
Grady.
Still quiet as a damn door mouse.
Yeah, and you're still dumb as one.
He's smart enough to count, bushwhacker.
You're still outgunned.
Well, only if you're counting men of low caliber.
See Captain, the buckle bunny behind you,
he's got a .25 to the back of your head,
which for close quarters,
it ain't a bad choice.
As the .25 has enough force to penetrate the skull,
but not enough sufficient velocity
to cleanly egress the other side,
causing the bullet to ricochet,
it'll scramble your brains like an egg.
But this this .45 on the other hand,
well that's another matter entire.
Pop.
Jesus.
Is everybody all right?
Yeah.
Found an arrowhead.
It's a warrior.
The head will be barbed.
We can't pull it out.
Okay, then what do you recommend?
Quit getting hit by arrows.
Noted.
Look, if we're not able to pull,
we're gonna have to push.
You want something to bite down on?
Just do it.
Ready.
They get deep?
Deep enough.
When'd you get that?
To the victors belong the spoils.
Uh uh.
How is he?
Lucky.
Is he gonna be able to ride?
I know I wouldn't but,
I mean he's Captain by God Potter, so.
Captain Potter ain't exactly Captain Potter lately.
I mean I know ain't nobody asking me,
but that blonde haired gal back in the world,
he's got his head on back to front.
You're right.
No one's asking you.
Well, going on fighting now anyways, so.
Yeah, till somebody comes along
and decides to stick their spoon in our rabbit stew.
No, Grady's an old fuck.
He's an old fuck with a point.
I ain't got no stones to throw.
Captain's sleeping.
So should we.
I'll take the first watch.
How far to La Mojarra?
40 mile,
as the crow flies.
be some hard miles.
I just don't want to get boxed in
'cause them Comanche gonna treat us
like we're fish in a barrel.
You won't have to worry about the Comanche.
The way to La Mojarra is cursed.
And they won't come near it.
To even speak its name is considered bad medicine.
Darker things than the Comanche live in those canyons.
Well,
sweet dreams.
My grandmother lived a hundred years
in these mountains.
She used to tell me that was the cry of la Llorona,
the ghost of a long dead mother
looking for her lost children.
That's fascinating.
And your grandmother lived to a hundred years
and she never heard of a mountain lion.
Well.
There's not much room in your world for wonder, is there?
If by wonder you mean superstitious horse shit,
no, I expect not.
Do you ever go to sleep with one arm
dangling over the side of your bed?
And why not?
Deep in our hearts,
no matter how old we get,
we still know there are monsters
in the dark places of the world.
My ancestors just called them gods.
Your ancestors probably should have sent a few prayers
in some other directions too,
'cause when the end came,
it sure wasn't shiploads of monsters what done it.
Was it not?
That look in your eye.
Yeah?
What look is that?
It's the look of every white man
as if you own anything you can stick a flag into,
as if it's your natural right to fuck the whole world.
Not the whole world, cupcake.
Just certain dark little crevices of it.
I'm a grieving widow.
I don't care.
Maybe that makes me a wicked son of a bitch,
but you know what?
I don't really care about that either.
You gonna fight me?
Would fighting stop you?
I will see you buried for this.
You better find some big fucking mariachis.
What the fuck is your problem?
What's wrong with me?
What the fuck is wrong with you?
Go back to your tent, sleep it off.
You know, I'm getting real sick of your shit.
What'd you say, sergeant?
I'm sorry.
I'm getting real sick of your shit, sir.
You know,
I'm glad you got a home sweet home
waiting for you back in the world.
But I frankly don't understand why the rest of us
have got to walk the straight and narrow
just because you found Jesus
between some farm girls' thighs.
That's enough.
This ain't your fight, coward.
Wolf hound, my ass.
I'm about to wolf hound your ass.
I'm about to wear you like a damn boot.
God damn.
That there,
that's the Cook I remember.
Now put that prissy little thing back in its holster.
And the derringer too.
I may have misspoken when I said
you are all arrogant pups.
I may have misspoken when I said we weren't.
Where are we?
It's only been a few hours.
We're still at camp.
Where were you?
On a farm.
What kind of farm?
Potatoes or some damn thing.
I might try that after the war.
See if I can
make something live for a change.
I'm sorry for Lex.
So is his behavior is unexpected then?
Out of character?
You travel with a pack of rabid dogs
and apologize when they bite.
You think they picked us for this
'cause we're heroes?
They picked us 'cause we ain't.
I know this treasure is sacred to your people,
and legends about the gods, that's a holy thing for you.
Me and Lex, we...
If there was a righteous god in heaven
he never would've made men like us.
Tell me more about this farm.
That's interesting.
This area plays hell on navigation.
Probably an iron deposit in the rocks.
Probably.
Gonna have to take the old Indian trails.
Easy, easy, easy, easy.
What is all this?
13th Calvary,
the final stand.
Looks like them Union fellas
beat us here after all.
Race ain't always to a swift though, is it?
They were firing in all directions.
Looks like they shot each other to pieces.
Let's scout ahead.
I don't want complications.
Then you're gonna hate this.
Keller.
How many?
I count 20.
The Hell's Mouth.
Post a guard here and call the others.
We're going in.
So what now, oh fearless leader?
What happened with the 13th?
We got to the door and couldn't get through it.
Sun went down, the creatures came.
Things come out to feed.
You got any plans up your sleeve,
now's the time.
He's right.
Whatever we do, we must do it quickly.
Under no circumstances can we be in this place
when the sun sets.
That's less than an hour.
Here comes that sinking feeling.
Should we evacuate?
I think I just did.
What are your orders, Captain?
- Sully? - We should go, Captain.
It's just another dead end.
Door's open.
Yeah, with a full hostile company inside,
plus whatever the hell did that.
Door like that's worse than a wall.
He's right.
Staying out here's suicide.
We should get out of here.
I'm not going anywhere.
I've been down that path before.
I know where it leads.
And when the sun goes down and those creatures come,
what do you plan to do then?
I plan on showing them how a wolf can fight.
All right.
I guess we all get to leave this world
the same way we came into it,
surrounded by large unknown creatures and screaming.
We still got all that TNT?
Yeah.
Why?
If we can't pull, we gotta push.
Here, get these placed.
You can get down there and get us to the third piece?
Okay.
All right.
Keller's riding blind.
He thinks we're dead and buried.
That and Dolorosa, only advantages we got.
So we get in there, we get the piece,
we run like hell.
Cook.
You be out here.
You'll have your hand on this detonator.
As soon as we're out that cave mouth,
you blow it straight to hell.
You bring this whole goddamn mountain down.
We'll show Keller what buried looks like.
Captain, this only works if we can outrun them.
He's right.
You'll slow us down.
And we're burning daylight.
Four of us go in.
Hold the door.
They went the wrong way.
Follow me.
Smells like a damn tomb.
Fucking eureka.
Well, well, well.
You ever get the feeling of deja vu?
Didn't you just say that?
I'm surprised to see you here.
Well, I'm surprised you're surprised.
Long dark tunnels are right up my alley.
Then we'll just bury you deeper this time.
I believe that's my exit music,
final bow for the rest of you.
If the ruins are to be believed,
I'm afraid this amulet's the only thing
that can keep one safe
from the curse of the Aztec gold.
Wonder how it fares against Kentucky led?
Get behind me.
What the hell are you doing?
Something stupid.
Well, there's your creatures.
Damn Indian trick.
War cry have us jumping at shadows.
Let's get the fuck out of here.
Where's the woman?
Hurry.
What happened?
- Do it. - Where are the others?
They're dead.
What happened?
They're dead.
Those are coming.
They're coming.
Here.
Go.
Go!
No!
Welcome.
What's your name, little one?
Goldie.
Well, of course it is.
Yep.
What else would King Midas call his daughter?
You don't need to be scared of us, Goldilocks.
Yeah, your pappy and us, we go way back.
We're thick as thieves, you might say.
Just keep them hands flat on the table
for me there, Captain.
You know, we used to work together down in Mexico way
doing, well, I don't even know what you'd call it.
House cleaning, maybe.
How'd you find this place without the map?
We didn't need to find the map.
We just needed to find you.
It's like you say, Captain,
some assholes are hard to miss.
Military type, heading out of Monroe six years ago,
blonde haired lass in tow.
Some trails are too cold.
Some are too hot.
Finally we found us one.
It was just right.
I swear to God, I thought you died.
Well, we did.
Yeah.
We actually dug ourselves out of that hell
when you left us in,
we got picked up at the border.
Federales threw us in this little
five by five hole,
and buried in the waters of baptism,
now raised to walk in newness of life.
There's no gold here.
The serpent god's treasure,
you can see that.
Just look outside.
There's nothing out there but damn wheat fields.
Miles of caves underneath.
I dug for weeks.
Well, you're gonna dig just a little bit more.
You're gonna walk out in that moonlight,
just as naked as the day you were born.
You're gonna dig three graves.
Please.
You're all three going into the ground tonight, Captain.
Now, whether they get it quick and painless,
or real slow, like you,
that's your call.
But you've scattered your seed among the thorns
and tonight you're gonna reap it.
You're gonna reap it in spades.
You do what you want to to me,
you leave my family out of this.
Hurting them, that ain't fair.
You buried the three of us alive.
Cook, I didn't know you-
- You buried us alive!
Now we're gonna bury you.
Couldn't get more fair.
Fucking circular.
Did you kill my dog?
That dog ain't the only bitch of yours
we're gonna be putting down tonight.
Come on, come on.
No.
You're right about them monsters
under your bed, Goldilocks.
You're not the monster I heard.
Told you.
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