Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

and the collection.

No one come to collect her 'fore sunup, put a bullet in her head.

[breathing deeply]

If that man telling the truth, Nat just did him a whole lot worse.

I don't believe a thing this man sayin'.

And that's one thing he ain't have.

♪ Riding on the king's highway ♪

We ain't no nincompoop.

[Bass continues whistling]

There's a flood comin'.

I just know it's so.

All right, look here. You made a deal with the Devil.

[Bass] Rufus Buck is a man.

♪ That fear in me ♪

I couldn't kill my brother.

♪ As they ran from you ♪

- Everyone, please, this way quickly. - You too. Move!

Like they say in the Book of Clarence, "No man out-speed me."

You know, rather than complaining, you should be applauding my performance.

Great Spirit, why is there always one?

No, but you right famous around these parts.

And what about the Nat Love Gang?

Oh, that sounds like fear talking, Mr. Officiant of the Goddamn Law.

- Nathaniel Buck. - No.

♪ For sake of something new ♪

the territory will officially open up for settlement.

♪ Engraved in shadowed rooms ♪

♪ No Wahala can best we ♪

[birds chirping]

My mother took a bottle and cut him to protect me.

♪ To forget ♪

♪ Wahala they sing Wahala they call ♪

[Trudy] I hope your proposal rivals your nerve...

Rufus need money. I'ma make him an offer on Trudy Smith's place...

[Nat whistles] Ooh.

♪ No Wahala can best we ♪

[boy screaming] No! No! No! No!

...don't shy away from nothin'.

I always kinda wanted to be a deputy, sheriff, marshal person.

Now get out of here.

[Wiley] There you go. That's what you want, right?

If Rufus Buck want that bank took, why don't he send his own men?

Hey, boy. Come here. Come, get that gold. Get that gold.

'Cause he been pardoned, Nat.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

♪ The fear in me ♪

You're pretty though.

[crowd gasps and screams]

You think Rufus Buck was gonna let you keep half that money,

Well, now there's us...

Damned if I know.

Nathaniel Buck.

who gave me up.

♪ No Wahala can best we ♪

[suspenseful music playing]

Yeah, Mary, but that somebody ain't got to be you.

- ♪ Five! ♪ - ♪ Them that pray see heaven ♪

What you doin'? We coulda killed the last of the Crimson Hoods.

If I had my way, you'd be right up under the jail next to Rufus.

[Trudy] Citizens of Redwood.

♪ Flame inna de air, fire fi bun ♪

["The Harder They Fall" playing]

♪ Every day we go harder ♪

Much obliged, motherfuckers.

♪ Take me back to Blackskin Mile ♪

[man 3] I hear patience is a virtue.

Not a moment later.

I always knew it was you

That'd be a bad bet, son.

♪ Did not know ♪

Matter of fact, you ain't welcome here no more.

As by now you have doubtless learned,

Ain't been much of a gang since you left.

Not at the table, son.

Pick 'em up, I said.

of transporting a lone outlaw from one prison to another?

Yet here you are about to kill yours.

So what, we just went through all that trouble for nothin'?

You know what it is?

You know they call your boss the Devil hisself?

That's a white town.

[manager sighs]

♪ Men must cry where soldiers lie ♪

What brings you to my town?

A rock and a hard place is what we call Monday.

Now, what kind of dumbass saying is that?

See, your land, your businesses, your homes

Your half-brother, calm down. Look like your day going a little bad.

And ain't a negro from here to Africa gonna know we even exist.