Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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