Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

When he is, maybe I'll come back to this town.
Redwood crawling with gunmen.
Now you teaming up with a marshal to bring him in.
♪ Friday's ships are filled with crying ♪
Lead the way, Treacherous Trudy.
[tense orchestral music building]
It ain't a dream.
- We outlaws, ain't we? - [Nat] Ain't no "we," Jim.
They call me Cuffee.
A mayor?
♪ Take me back to Blackskin Mile ♪
He'll kill her, let me go, so's I carry that hurt with me.
Now they say everything we own is gonna stay our own.
[gunfire]
But I believe in what you're doing.
♪ One, two, three! ♪
I'm willing to bet my right arm
And there was Hope standing there laughin' her ugly fuckin' face off.
Just walk like you been taught.
Marshal. Marshal.
Look after my friend.
♪ The louder they roar ♪
an atom shall suffice to shatter me."
[body thuds]
That our money?
[Trudy yells]
Cathay Williams.
♪ The louder they roar ♪
Exactly how many?
♪ Drew a picture of my only desire ♪
And you...
♪ Is in a distant view ♪
I remember a time y'all hoods used to be crimson.
Go ahead.
[indistinct chatter]
'cause I ain't talking to the Mary Fields I thought I knew.
Nat Love is a dead man walking.
[Trudy] Oh.
How bad a man he is.
You think I made Redwood for myself?
[music fades out]
♪ Friday's child is ever burning ♪
["Promise Land" playing]
- Oh, yes, ma'am. - [Mary] Thank you.
[tense orchestral music playing]
- [music ends] - [laughter]
- Yeah. I know. - [horse whinnies]
Shh.
How much can be gathered?
the outlaw who robs outlaws,
- ♪ Four! ♪ - ♪ For them that's dead on arrival ♪
[exhales shakily]
Better than you sons of bitches
Your life's expendable, Marshal. My gang's ain't.
We know who you are.
[Jim] Whoo.
Hey, blue eyes.
♪ Light a flame, we go faster ♪
Now, I ain't met a man who can do that yet. Excuse me.
Evening, gents. Kindly check your weapons and enjoy your evening.
Come on.
[choir vocalizing]
♪ Well, now ♪
Mr. Manager?
He was.
[breathes deeply]
[Cuffee] Giddup now.
♪ But they soon learned That freedom's better than gold ♪
[clears throat]
♪ For the night, we live faster ♪
I guess I am. [chuckles]
Then you can head on over to Jourdon Anderson's.
Ain't that right, Wiley?
Count down from five?
Open the door.
I'm talk...
So being as how we are in possession of that money...
[boy crying]
♪ Better know we go crazy ♪
You take on the Devil himself, you gonna need more than you and the marshal.
What's this about?
It's called the Crimson Hood Gang. You think that's the last one?
Take these cuffs. Cuff this man.
[horses neighing]
- [scoffs] Okay, well. - [Mary] Mmm-hmm.
[Cuffee] Come on. Let's go.
♪ For the night, we live faster ♪
Not after that shit you pulled in town nearly got us all killed.
[suspenseful string music playing]
- [piano playing] - [indistinct chatter]
♪ That's yo woman Ain't no better love ♪
I was in Texas at the time of that robbery.
♪ In a distant ♪
♪ I'm going home now to my Lord ♪
Or I put three in his chest right now, lessen the trouble.
Ain't what it look like. It's what it can buy you.
Why the fuck would I lie?
[gunshot]
Which is why I can ride into town in plain sight.
But you wouldn't know anything about that.
You look hurt, Mr. Pickett.
[grunts]
for others to follow.
Outside of you saving me from this?
♪ Every day we go harder ♪
they gonna meet the same fate.
♪ Go louder, silence no ♪
Apologize for the beating.
[whistling continues]