Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

just you and I.
You don't know who you are, do you?
aim... fire!
Fifteen bucks a head.
CONFEDERADO: Ready... aim... fire!
Confederados ain't gonna pass me up.
In the morning they'll be coming from the east,
Hey. We have to go.
ANGELA: A modest proposition for you.
What about you?
(BEEPING)
There's bluetongue spreadin' all through these parts.
We're clear to enter, but it's a fuckin' mess.
Trust me.
Daddy.
You traitorous bitch!
Sorry, darling. That's not an option.
ABERNATHY: Affliction...
Until they get it, we can all forget about
And sir...
Come on, let's go.
(WHIMPERS)
Yes, sir.
And then wrote yourself a version of the man
Wait.
out of the park.
(GUNFIRE)
(GASPING FOR BREATH)
(FELIX PANTING)
He's my father.
(GUNSHOTS)
Hold your ground, goddamn you!
seeing any rescue planes.
right over there.
Retreat! Retreat!
That's our goddamn merchandise!
And that's the kind of solider that's coming for us...
The real world.
You call it glory, but... it's got a lot of names.
(GUNFIRE CONTINUES)
(SPUTTERING) I... I need to get to the train.
- (PANTING) - Go ahead and get a reading.