Plot
A young man named Matt, who is near death, awakens from a coma in a present-day hospital. He frantically asks his girlfriend to save him. She agrees and takes Matt from his hospital room. Shortly after they leave the room, a man dressed all in white appears and is bewildered not to find anyone else there. Meanwhile, Matt's girlfriend drives into a dusty old town called Winfield, which appears to be a throwback to the Old West.
The man in white tracks them to Winfield. The townspeople encounter Griffin St. George, as the man in white calls himself, who states he is in the "reclamation" business. The townspeople help St. George change the flat tire on his car and offer him a drink while they wait. Meanwhile, Matt tries to explain to his girlfriend that St. George is an "agent of death" who is after Matt. Although the townspeople claim not to know Matt, St. George is suspicious and finds out from the town drunk that the whole town had struck a deal with Chin - the previous agent of death - that they would not die, and they have been around for about a hundred years.
St. George takes the drunk back to town in order to collect all the townspeople. Upon arriving back at the town, he finds Matt ready to surrender if he leaves the townspeople alone. The townspeople are ready to sacrifice themselves in order to save Matt. After consulting on the phone with Chin and getting a small streak of generosity, St. George decides to leave both Matt and the townspeople and goes on his way.
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