Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

♪ To the promise land ♪

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

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

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

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

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

[song continues]

Stop firing! Stop firing!

[song echoing, fading]

["Blackskin Mile" playing]

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

he was a good man?

♪ One day you'll make your peace ♪

apple in one hand, blade in the other.

Everybody knows it's suicide to take from us.

Kill a particular Officiant of the Goddamn Law.

♪ Going to the promise land ♪

How we supposed to build a Mecca without any bricks?

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

Y'all best reconcile yourselves with that fact.

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

Ghastly Gertrude Smith.

I'm here for confession...

♪ Don't you ever ♪

Well, this gun don't talk.

♪ Better know we don't lazy ♪

What did he say?

That's what you came here for?

I'd like to make a withdrawal.

[Nat] What terms?

and maybe your damsel will live a little longer.

he took everything we had and left,

Gonna have to be.

Check your gun-belt.

♪ It hurts within the winter ♪

Now pick up your guns and turn around.

♪ The harder that they fall ♪

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

See, that's all you had to say.

[man breathing deeply]

We drinking here, you puny little fuck.

You walk worse than you ride, Cathay.

- I practiced that standoff all night. - Jim.

Just for the record...

[tense string music building]

Yeah, I know it.

What about Rufus Buck?

Be that as it may, seven seconds.

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

♪ Flame inna de air, fire fi bun ♪

- [grunts] - [man] Hey!

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

- [crowd gasps] - [woman screams]

- Nathaniel... - [gunshot]

I think y'all gonna die.

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

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

[pensive orchestral music playing]

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

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

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

[siren wailing]

♪ For the night, we live faster ♪

when you should be out rounding up your little deputies?

[Jake groaning]

Why you sitting here monologuing, drinking up my whiskey,

or they might could get gunned down."

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

♪ Whoa, seen! Here I come! ♪

[piano playing]

That's to remind you of what it is.

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

Where's Rufus Buck?

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

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

as I shall become unnecessary,

I was on the trail of the Crimson Hood Gang

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

Oh shit. I done hit gold.

who woulda kept the operation goin'?

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

How you know when it took place?

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

[Bass] Whoa there, whoa there. Whoa.

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

Goodbye, old friend.

♪ All them people that live in sin ♪

♪ Thursday's tears have just begun ♪

♪ Wednesday's child used to smile ♪

♪ Light a flame, we go fast ♪

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

♪ I thought my karma would be my fate ♪

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

I was gonna give it to you back in Douglas.

Everybody knows I'm buying saloons.

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

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

♪ A long and winding road ♪

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