Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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

Nathaniel Buck.

There's a flood comin'.

And what about the Nat Love Gang?

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

[Nat whistles] Ooh.

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

Not a moment later.

Pick 'em up, I said.

I just know it's so.

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

Yet here you are about to kill yours.

the territory will officially open up for settlement.

♪ Flame inna de air, fire fi bun ♪

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

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

♪ Engraved in shadowed rooms ♪

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

We ain't no nincompoop.

of transporting a lone outlaw from one prison to another?

That's a white town.

I couldn't kill my brother.

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

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

Great Spirit, why is there always one?

[crowd gasps and screams]

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

[Bass] Rufus Buck is a man.

[Trudy] Citizens of Redwood.

♪ No Wahala can best we ♪

♪ Men must cry where soldiers lie ♪

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

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

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

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

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

who gave me up.

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

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

No, but you right famous around these parts.

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

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

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

[manager sighs]

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

[breathing deeply]

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

♪ As they ran from you ♪

- Nathaniel Buck. - No.

That'd be a bad bet, son.

See, your land, your businesses, your homes

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

Much obliged, motherfuckers.

["The Harder They Fall" playing]

You know they call your boss the Devil hisself?

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

Well, now there's us...

♪ The fear in me ♪

♪ For sake of something new ♪

I always knew it was you

'Cause he been pardoned, Nat.

What brings you to my town?

[birds chirping]

♪ No Wahala can best we ♪

and the collection.

[suspenseful music playing]

♪ Riding on the king's highway ♪

As by now you have doubtless learned,

[Bass continues whistling]

♪ Did not know ♪

You know what it is?

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

Now get out of here.

Not at the table, son.

Damned if I know.

You're pretty though.

♪ Every day we go harder ♪

♪ To forget ♪

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

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

♪ Take me back to Blackskin Mile ♪

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

♪ Wahala they sing Wahala they call ♪

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

♪ No Wahala can best we ♪

[man 3] I hear patience is a virtue.

Now, what kind of dumbass saying is that?

♪ That fear in me ♪

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