- Ma'am.
Let me show you how to hobble these horses.
See, now they can still walk to water,
they just can't run off on you.
Just place 'em around like this,
in a figure eight.
You know figure eight?
You know what I mean?
You try this one.
(horse whinnies)
What's your name?
- Noemi.
- When you get to Portland,
some handsome farmer's gonna spot you in town,
and take one look in them big eyes you got
and he's gonna chase you down the street
with flowers and candy.
You watch.
Don't wanna be marrying out of fear.
You'll get by out here just fine.
We'll get you by.
Then...
let a man earn your love...
instead of you trading him for it.
And trust me, that crusty bastard over there?
Happiness runs from him like a scalded dog.
No, ma'am, you don't want no part of the Captain.
No part of the Captain.
- What have you got for food?
You don't have any supplies?
- They took them.
- Who took them?
(tense dramatic music)
(man grunts)
- What the fuck for that?
- This is what the fuck.
(gun clatters)
(man grunting)
- Get everything that was hers.
- Nothing was hers, it was his, and he's a thief--
(man coughs)
- Get everything that was hers.
- They're gypsies!
Everything--
(man groans)
- When I speak and you don't do what I say, you get hurt.
That's the pattern here and it don't stop
until you do what I say
or you run out of face.
(epic music)
- No, no, no, no, no, no, no!
(shouts in German)
How can we travel?
- You can't. Not with me.
If you steal, you will stay where you stole.
Ya, go on!
Ya, ya, ya, ya!
Ya!
Go east.
Go south.
Go any way but my way.
If I see you again, I'm gonna kill you.
I thought you were in charge.
- I am in charge.
- Then act like it.
Police your people.
- These are not my people.
I don't control them.
No one does.
- If you don't control them
then you aren't in charge.
I will find someone else.
- You don't decide these things.
This is a free country.
- That's a free country.
That is Comanche land.
Beyond it is no man's land and that's where we're going...
You ain't free yet.
(indistinct chatter)
- You all right?
- Peachy.
- That wasn't very peachy.
Captain...
Shea.
These folks here got to trust us.
If they don't trust us they won't follow us--
- Trust us?
They can't even trust each other.
- It's a bad way to start the trip.
- The trip's already started, and it's been bad
from the beginning.
- You having second thoughts?
- You're gonna tell me you ain't?
- Yeah, I'm having 'em...
But...
I figure maybe if...
one of their kids has a kid
and that kid does something...
something that...
The world's better
'cause that kid's in it.
Know what I mean?
- World ain't getting better, Thomas.
No matter how many kids are in it.
(gentle music)