Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- [Jim] You're not about to walk away. - [Nat] Get out of here.

Gonna have to be.

Everybody knows it's suicide to take from us.

[Nat] He's taking that money from them Crimson Hoods.

What did he say?

he took everything we had and left,

♪ A long and winding road ♪

You could scrape every penny from every living soul in this town,

♪ Thursday's tears have just begun ♪

How we supposed to build a Mecca without any bricks?

Check your gun-belt.

He out. But you knew that already, didn't you?

and maybe your damsel will live a little longer.

["Three and Thirty Years (Opera)" playing]

♪ The harder that they fall ♪

That's what you came here for?

♪ Fractured smile, open windows To the wounds we try to hide ♪

You done rode all the way over here to get yourself killed.

Yeah, I know it.

- I practiced that standoff all night. - Jim.

[song continues]

- I'm sweet. - You're not sweet.

♪ One day you'll make your peace ♪

♪ They tie you up with strings They play niggas like pizzicato ♪

- $50,000. - [man] Ooh.

You know we can't trust Wiley's word.

♪ Flame inna de air, fire fi bun ♪

I can't... It wasn't just me. It wasn't just me.

How you know when it took place?

♪ To the promise land ♪

[piano playing]

Where's Rufus Buck?

[siren wailing]

- [grunts] - [man] Hey!

Y'all best reconcile yourselves with that fact.

I was on the trail of the Crimson Hood Gang

who woulda kept the operation goin'?

when you should be out rounding up your little deputies?

[tense string music building]

No. That's some bullshit Pickett used to say.

[man] We don't have that type of money, Trudy.

♪ Whoa, seen! Here I come! ♪

Oh shit. I done hit gold.

You, on the other hand, might wanna keep yours handy.

♪ Wednesday's child used to smile ♪

[Bass] Whoa there, whoa there. Whoa.

[song echoing, fading]

You walk worse than you ride, Cathay.

Now pick up your guns and turn around.

♪ That's yo woman Ain't no better love ♪

A man so crooked that even the government is embarrassed by his misdeeds.

I'm here for confession...

♪ I thought my karma would be my fate ♪

Do you think you can hold onto this place when it hit?

Well, I ain't the only one. I can't...

["Blackskin Mile" playing]

Kill a particular Officiant of the Goddamn Law.

[Nat] What terms?

♪ So won't you Take me back to Blackskin Mile? ♪

Stop firing! Stop firing!

♪ For the night, we live faster ♪

- [crowd gasps] - [woman screams]

Why you sitting here monologuing, drinking up my whiskey,

♪ Going to the promise land ♪

Just for the record...

We drinking here, you puny little fuck.

apple in one hand, blade in the other.

as I shall become unnecessary,

♪ It hurts within the winter ♪

What about Rufus Buck?

If I'd known you were switchin' sides, I'da asked you to come join us.

I was gonna give it to you back in Douglas.

♪ Don't you ever ♪

I think y'all gonna die.

♪ Better know we don't lazy ♪

Ghastly Gertrude Smith.

Goodbye, old friend.

Goddamn it. That just put us right back where we started.

See, that's all you had to say.

[man breathing deeply]

Well, this gun don't talk.

♪ All them people that live in sin ♪

Be that as it may, seven seconds.

So, don't do no stupid shit. All right?

or they might could get gunned down."

♪ Light a flame, we go fast ♪

Hey, hey. You got your lucky coin, don't you?

- [crowd muttering] - At what cost to us?

[pensive orchestral music playing]

[man 2] It's the Nat Love Gang!

That's to remind you of what it is.

- Nathaniel... - [gunshot]

I hear you so fast that your opponents ain't got time to draw

he was a good man?

[Jake groaning]

- ♪ That fear in me ♪ - [Nat and Jim] ♪ That fear in me ♪

Everybody knows I'm buying saloons.

Ain't nothing but a flesh wound. Maggie ain't ready for me today.

I'd like to make a withdrawal.