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"Go west," they said.

Boy, you wanna break your fingers pulling that trigger?

Come on, son.

Don't be stupid like your daddy.

Stories and legends made the Old West what it was.

We all idolize the mythic figures that tamed this country,

the lawmakers, the gunfighters.

But there are no heroes in this story.

Thirty years later, the year was 1882.

Jesse James was dead,

and Wyatt Earp was on his vendetta ride

to avenge his brother, Morgan, killed in Tombstone.

And Wild Bill Higgins...

...the other and lesser-known Wild Bill...

...was about to rob a train.

Let's go.

The hell you doing over there, you weaselly bastard?

-Nothing, just checking my stuff. -We got work to do.

-Come on, move your ass! -Alright, goddammit.

Come on, help me with this log.

Alright, let's get on it now, my friend.

Lift with your good leg.

The train carrying gold coins for the Northern Pacific Railway

left the town of Harmony just after noon.

Goddamn pagan...

Now that there has got to be a world record.

-Get your weapons. -Yes, sir!

-Keep it together, Boone. -This ain't my first rodeo, asshole.

-Ain't mine either. -Silence your bickering.

Get in position now, eyes up.

Hear that purr, boys?

She sure is coming!

Fire at will!

Ladies and gentlemen,

there is absolutely nothing to fear.

We'll take control of this situation,

and we'll be moving forward momentarily.

Nobody, and I mean nobody,

is going to get hurt on my watch. Y'all are safe.

Just keep low and stay away from the windows.

We got some of the best marshals in this state on this train.

Them boys out there?

Them boys, whoo-ee!

They got another thing coming. They won't know what hit 'em.

And by the time they figure that out...

...it'll be too late.

And you're lucky. Very lucky.

You got the fastest gun in the west on this train.

I rode with the likes of Wyatt Earp.

I chased down Jesse James himself.

Oh yeah.

Y'all in good hands.

Especially you, darling.

Don't you worry now. I'll protect you.

Right now, I just need y'all not to panic.

I ain't your goddamn darling.

Raise your pretty little hands in the sky, ladies and gentlemen!

Keep 'em up!

Get to the safe, you two.

Come on JT, let's go!

-It's gonna be alright. -Move your damn ass, JT!

-Come on! -Don't try anything funny.

My name is William Higgins,

but y'all know me by the name of Wild Bill.

Our business is with the Northern Pacific Railway and the government,

who continue to pollute this once great land of ours.

We're at war.

My wish is for you good folk to not be victims of it.

Now just stay down.

Do not try to be a hero.

-What the hell you do that for? -Only pansies take prisoners, JT.

And now you will see

why they call me Mr. Fast Fingers.

Just open the safe and fill her up.

Alright.

-Give me that saddlebag, JT. -Here you go, boss.

With the loot in the saddlebag,

Bill and his outlaws quickly scattered into the woods.

Up until this point, the heist went accordingly.

The only thing that Bill neglected to mention was

what was to come.

This is not possible.

You fucking... Wake up you sons of bitches!

Okay...

Okay, okay...

Okay.

Just me...

Goddammit, Boone, you bastard.

Little jumpy now, aren't we?

Could've killed you.

-You see any more of the posse? -Naw, naw.

We lost 'em for sure when we doubled back on 'em back at the river.

They ain't gonna be chasing nothing but their own dirty tails

between their own dirty legs

all the way back up north.

It's best we get on to that rendezvous point, my friend.

-Rende-who? What? -It's a French word, JT.

-Rendezvous. -Why are you speaking French?

Rendezvous point, the point in place we're going to meet the others.

Why not just say that then?

Goddamn.

Easy there on that trigger finger, greenhorn.

Next time you wear that awful thing.

-Nah. He's got the hair for it. -That I do.

It making me tingle a little bit down this side here.

Let's go.

Telling me what to do...

I wish I was in the land of cotton

Old times there are not forgotten

Look away, look away

Look away, Dixie Land

In Dixie Land where I was born in, early on a frosty mornin'...

Tell me again why we had to ditch the damn horses.

No need to concern yourself about that, Mr. Tulsa.

Better the posse finds the horses than they find us.

Well, I sure hope that don't attract no Indians.

Indians? This here is Indian territory?

Ain't no Indians here, you fool.

How, Mr. Tulsa's right.

And further down that trail we'll be on Shasta territory

and that way leads us to Redwood Creek.

Best to avoid any towns after our little venture today.

-Wouldn't y'all say? -I do hear you,

but it best we stay clear of any Indian territory, too,

cause I do like my beautiful locks

exactly where they lay.

You still with us, Mr. Tulsa?

Yeah, I am.

Ole Missus married Will the Wheeler

William was a gay deceiver...

We do not touch it, Ms. Parker.

Oh, what?

Can't I come and count it with you?

Get some wood for the fire.

Darkness approaches fast, and the weather will get cool around here.

Yes, sir.

A dangerous place to be.

Bill understood the risk he was taking,

hiding out in the woods with a gang of outlaws

and a saddlebag filled with their loot.

A prize either of them would kill for.

Mr. Tulsa?

That should be enough to hold you all over.

The equal share you all so desire is in this saddlebag.

We will all get what we want.

But until that time,

it stays in the bag.

And when will that be? Tomorrow?

The day after tomorrow?

I didn't come all this way just for this one fucking coin.

And it may be tomorrow, Ms. Parker.

Tomorrow you'll get your share...

once we meet up with Thomas.

Are you speaking Thomas, as in the Bloody Tom himself, sir?

He knows every way through these mountains,

and he's bringing us five fine horses to boot.

You just get me to him, and you'll get your share.

That is not to your liking,

well, you are free to go back the way you came

and deal with that posse.

As to what you all decide, I do not care either way.

I'd rather have my share right now.

Are you goddamn deaf?

He just clearly stated

we'd be getting our fair shares tomorrow, darling.

Call me darling again, I fucking dare you.

You shooting me? You best mean it.

Otherwise, I'll be the one to snatch your soul.

Enough.

Give me my money!

Put the gun down, Henriette.

Okay, Oklahoma, so you're on their side now, huh?

I ain't on nobody's side, just put the gun down.

Way past that point, greenhorn peckerwood.

You call me greenhorn one more time, I'll shoot you in the good leg.

You can't shoot the color out the sky, greenhorn peckerwood.

Quiet!

You will all relinquish your firearms

right this second.

Go to hell, Bill.

Now, this would be an easy and simple way to end the story.

But that ain't what happened.

You see, our story is neither easy nor simple.

That should be enough to hold you all over.

The equal share you all so desire is in this saddlebag.

We will all get what we want.

Until that time, it stays in the bag.

He sure do like that song, don't he?

I figure Bill's fixing to bullshit us out of our share.

-You think so? -I know so.

Y'all is greedy sons of bitches, especially them Higgins boys.

What?

-So? -So what?

We wait for him to go to sleep,

and we take that bag,

and we hightail it out of here.

And what about that jackass, JT?

No, fuck JT. It's just you and me.

If that's what you wanna do.

Alright then, Belle.

-What? -Damn...

You wanna paint my portrait?

Right now, you have two options:

You can help us, or you can hang.

We know that you're planning on robbing that train

with Wild Bill and his posse.

We don't care for the money.

We're after Bloody Tom.

We need him alive, and you're going to bring him to us.

So, what's it going to be, John? You gonna help us?

Or you gonna ride off in that sunset with God by your side?

Night descended upon this band of outlaws

as they waited for the arrival of the man himself,

the infamous Bloody Tom.

Bloody Tom, aka Thomas Higgins, the man that shaped Wild Bill,

William Higgins' father.

Oh, cripple, you sure do move fast when you want to.

I hate them damn coyotes. Sneaky little bastards.

He will not come to the fire, Mr. Collins.

If he does, we shall scare him off.

Thank you, sir.

-So, Bill, I got a question for you. -What is it Mr. Collins?

Sir, Bloody Tom...

Is he as nasty, as mean as they all say he is?

-Dumb question. -Didn't ask you shit.

If you've heard all the stories, Mr. Collins,

then you already know the answer to that question.

Then it is irrelevant as to what I have to add.

I guess so.

Well he sure sounds like one of the meanest,

cruelest sons of bitches there ever was.

He must not have a kind bone in his whole body, huh?

If he ever did,

he broke them all a long time ago.

At least you got a daddy.

Aww, sweetie pie,

did you come up without no daddy?

My mother had many suitors,

and they all treated her like a prized hog.

You remind me of one of them.

Was he the gentleman-type?

Hey, Oklahoma, you got any more apples?

Gave the last ones to the horses.

Greedy bastard.

Fuck your dumb apples.

Now, what I can go for...

...is some of my signature beans.

I, Mr. Specialty, over here with them baked beans.

Oh, see, I thought your specialty

was picking locks and safes

and being an asshole.

Honey, I'm a man of many special talents,

and I bet you got many special talents too.

Don't ya?

I bet you wanna look inside that bag, don't you, Oklahoma?

Yeah.

I wanna just run off with all of it. How stupid do I look?

Pretty stupid.

And ya sound stupid, too.

And where in Oklahoma did you say you was from, exactly?

Tulsa.

It's in the name. Who's stupid now?

Sure you are.

I have a hard time riding next to somebody I don't know two things about.

I don't know two things about you either.

Why are you here?

Sir?

Sir?

Sir?

Mr. Tulsa, if you will.

Son of a bitch...

-Mr. Collins. -Yes, sir.

Thank you, sir.

What happens if I got to piss?

I am sure

you will manage.

Now.

To put y'all at ease.

Well,

looks like we're all gonna get real comfy now, aren't we?

How many men did they say he killed on Slaughter Mountain?

It was fifty. I'm certain.

Nah, more like eighty.

Shit, could've been twenty for all I care.

Well, twenty ain't even impressive.

Who cares how many? It don't even matter.

What matters is,

that man there, he do got some serious balls.

I mean, he held off against a whole battalion of Yankee coming down on him.

And all his men were dying, dead all around him?

I mean...

I tell you what,

that there, he is the real deal.

Ain't y'all proud to be riding with the likes of such a hero?

Not so funny now, are you, Smith?

Mr. Wild fucking Bill!

Mr. Fucking War Hero.

Fuck you.

It be so easy for men like you to make your jokes,

snide remarks about the war.

You did not see the battles we fought,

and you did not see the good, strong men dying in the mud,

crying for their mothers.

We fought for their homes.

And what did you do Smith?

Get drunk and make snide remarks like a fool.

And what did that get you?

Y'all lost.

You ain't nothing but a low-life dirty piece of gutter trash.

The south ain't gonna rise again.

Goddamn, you're pathetic.

Same as Thomas.

And I can't wait to see you two

shit yourselves at the end of a fucking rope.

It'll be a sight to see.

It'll be a fitting end.

Almost biblical.

What's that around your neck there, huh?

It's nothing.

Hol' up.

It sure don't look like nothing.

Not with the way you're twirling it and all.

Let it be, Boone.

Aww, look cripple,

he's shy.

I bet he's got a picture up inside.

That ain't none of your business.

Your lil' Tulsa girl there, Oklahoma?

A lil' mud gal waiting for you back home?

I bet she's purdy, ain't she JT?

I bet she looks like a real dog if you don't wanna show us.

Them's just games is all, you silly-willy.

You just scared I'm gonna sweep her clean off her feet, ain't you?

With them weakly greenhorn arms you working with,

you could not expect to keep a fair lady like that

in your stead.

You dumb peckerwood bastard,

you couldn't sweep the legs off a deaf-blind mute.

All cripples need love too.

You don't think that I am purdy?

I think you look like...

...what I think a shaved goat's ass looks like.

Do you know why I prefer knives to guns?

Cause you got that chance

to get up nice, close, and personal to your victims.

So one can almost see that sparkle in their eye

right before you snatch their life.

It's almost romantic.

Do you know why I like guns, boy?

Cause I can shoot your head clean off your fucking neck

before you even think about that little knife.

I've killed men like you my whole fucking life.

You ain't shit.

And I'm better than all of y'all.

Even Bloody Tom.

I ain't your little fucking plaything or your darling,

so keep your hands off me

and your stinking fucking breath out of my face.

Do you understand me?

This table's feeling a little irregular.

-You're a little light. -Light my ass, sheriff.

If this table didn't seesaw

and it was balanced,

then you would have the amount that you agreed to.

You're a cheating hog.

You're forgetting who you're talking to.

Listen, this here is what we agreed to.

I'm not bringing you any more.

Now if you'll excuse me,

I gotta get back to my whores.

You know, Henriette,

I've looked past a lot of your dealings.

You wouldn't have those whores

or that house without me.

I don't mind it

cause you bring me money.

But my table has got to be sturdy.

This town has got to be sturdy.

Now, if that's too tough for you...

Maybe we can find another arrangement.

Fucking bastard!

Hush now.

You think you're so tough.

Let me see if I can make you scream like a lady...

Them's just games is all, Belle.

-Alright. -No harm meant to be made.

No, no, no, not that one.

The good stuff, top-shelf.

Leave it.

You look like you're hurting, son.

You really wanting to get to the end of that bottle, huh?

I guess I am.

Care to help me finish it, preacher?

Nah, nah, I'm good.

Where you from, son?

Oklahoma.

Really?

You sure as hell don't sound like you're from Oklahoma.

Why? Are you from there or something?

Relax, son. I'm just asking a question is all.

Don't call me son. I'm not your son.

You know, them clothes you got...

They don't fit you.

My clothes fit me just fine, preacher.

That's not what I meant, son. You see...

you're wearing the clothes of an outlaw.

But you, see, you don't like it.

What did I say about calling me son? You ain't my damn father.

Does it bring you satisfaction, boy? What you do.

It's gonna bring me a hell of a lot of satisfaction

blowing your head off, preacher.

Easy now, boy.

Do you really want a dead man of the cloth on your conscience?

Why?

Don't you wanna meet your maker?

Oh boy, you sure is funny, man.

Where you headed, son?

If you must know,

Northwest territories.

About a two days' ride.

With a couple fellas and a dame of all things.

For a job?

You could say that.

See, I've been waiting on this job

my whole damn life.

You have no idea how long.

You know...

a prospector came into a saloon once,

much like this one here.

And he told the bartender about all this gold he had mined.

So, three men heard him talking about that,

and they went up to find it, and they did.

And boy...

When I tell you it was a whole lot of gold and this prospector wasn't lying,

he sure wasn't lying, it was a whole lot of gold.

So, two of the men stayed behind to guard it

while one man went back into town to get a wagon to transport it.

And when he came back, he had food and drink with him.

Whiskey.

But you know what the two of the men did to their friend?

They stabbed him to death.

Murdered him, right then and there.

Ain't even have the decency to bury him.

And then they took the food and whiskey,

and they thought that they was going to have themselves a lil' celebration.

And in their moment of victory,

they soon did realize

that their dead lil' friend had poisoned all of them.

By the time the three of them were found,

they were nothing but bones.

What happened to the gold?

Who knows.

Gold is gold.

This isn't possible.

You fucking... Wake up you sons of bitches!

Good morning.

Quiet!

What the hell is this, Bill?

You tell me.

Upon opening the safe, a prize from the train was placed

in this here saddlebag.

Checked it all myself last night.

But now...

Well, it's nothing but damn stinking rocks!

Dunk your head in the river, Bill!

And untie us too, Bill. It ain't us.

As you know, I'm reasonable, but...

...I have a limit.

Bill, you are a reasonable man.

So be reasonable.

Who here would think to do this?

We all would've felt it if someone was trying to hoodwink us.

I just sure hope that your heavy head don't make you do nothing stupid, Bill,

because I didn't fucking do this.

No one said you did,

Henriette.

And what about you?

What about me what?

All's I remember is how purdy you look under the moonlight.

What do you remember?

Nothing, Bill.

I swears to it.

I don't remember nothing.

-All I know is I did not do this. -Where's your proof?

Where's your proof, Oklahoma?

Maybe we ought to start asking you where you're actually from

cause it sure as shit ain't Oklahoma.

What do I have to gain from this?

What do you have to gain? The whole fucking loot, you jackass!

Did your mama drop you on your head or something, for real?

Fuck you, Boone.

Nah, ain't no judge, ain't no jury.

If I had to call it,

I'd say Mr. Tulsa stole it.

-What about you? -What about me?

My leg is busted,

which makes me slower than molasses in January.

I would've been up all night long

looking for rocks to pack that saddlebag.

It's hard for me to take you all at your word.

Our word's all we got, Bill.

The Belle of Colorado.

Silverton was your town,

before they ran you out.

Now, you rob men blind.

Hold up stagecoaches and even commit murder.

What is there to say that you did not do this?

As I recall, you had your eye on that bag all night.

I just wanted to make sure you weren't gonna run off with it.

And nobody ran me out of Silverton.

She said it right there, Bill. I've seen her, too,

this bitch seen it all and looking at it all night.

It's gotta be her, it's gotta be.

Boone Collins.

Sir.

Ace safe picker and lock cracker.

A real cardplayer too, as well.

Money and attaining it is your stock and trade.

And apparently beans.

Shut your fucking mouth.

If I made those beans, you'd be begging me for some,

you dumb fuck, you.

What is there to say that you did not saunter around

in the middle of the night

and are responsible for our current predicament?

Despite your disability.

I do admit, sir,

I get along awful well with my disability,

but I am not your man on this.

Now, you have something of a reputation, Mr. Tulsa.

You may have certain skills I needed to rob that train.

Even if I was second-guessing bringing you along.

But perhaps you are a turncoat.

A turn what?

You think that I would cross a man like you, Wild Bill?

A man who single-handedly killed fifty men

at Slaughter's Mountain during the war?

It was eighty men.

What do you have to say happened to the Grady brothers?

The Grady brothers?

-That was you, Oklahoma? -It weren't me.

I left them two after we robbed the bank at Dodge City.

I don't know who shot them.

They were great friends of mine.

Brothers.

All good soldiers, too.

And once I found out about the truth of their demise,

I have to say I've been keeping a close eye on you.

Sure sounds like you got to keep a close eye on this one here.

Hear, hear.

Your last partners ended up dead.

Bad luck or...

something more malicious.

Just the way of the world, I guess.

I agree with that, Mr. Tulsa.

However, you are either bad luck

or you are man who does not like to split a share oh so many ways.

And what about you, Bill?

What about myself, Mr. Tulsa?

Maybe we should be pointing our fingers at you.

Maybe Bloody Tom rode here in the middle of the night

while we were in a drunken stupor,

and you helped him take out the loot, putting the rocks in there.

I think you've been trying to hoodwink us.

Goddamn you!

It appears you've forgotten who I am, Mr. Tulsa,

and what I have done.

And I will not have my honor and actions questioned

by the likes of you, goddamn you.

Where's the prize from the train?

-I don't know. -Where is it?

I don't know!

But if I did,

it would be wise not to kill me.

Ambush!

Bill! Untie us, Bill!

Bill, you untie us right now!

For God's sake, Bill!

Untie us!

We're gonna die Bill, come on!

It was uncertain who had the jump on them.

Was it the posse? Or another gang?

Bill was frozen.

It was up to JT and Boone to lay down covering fire.

Ambush!

Henriette's temperament proved handy for once.

And I'm sure they were all pleased she was on their side.

Oh Lord, why have you abandoned me?

I fought for freedom and liberty

Them cannonballs burned men alive

How could you, Lord, let me survive?

To harvest the fields that they once tilled

To hold a woman close knowing they never will

I denounce your name, I curse your eyes

How could you, Lord, let me survive?

Finney!

Bill.

Thinking back to Petersburg.

I was thinking about Oliver.

Oliver Boudreaux.

That pale boy from Baton Rouge.

I remember Oliver.

Good fiddle player.

He had a wonderful singing voice.

He had a voice like an angel.

Lord knows why he wanted to be a soldier, he could barely hold a rifle.

Fool nearly shot himself in the leg.

A good man.

A lot of heart, just...

lacked that soldier stuff.

My father would've kept him home to wash the floors.

Or shot him.

You know, today it is his birthday.

I did not know that.

I found him there in that muddy hole.

I pulled him out.

His lower half was gone.

But he weren't dead yet.

Her grabbed my shirt,

looked me right in my eye,

breathed his last breath and words to me.

"Finney..."

"They took my legs."

"They took my fucking legs!"

I can't handle the memories.

I want it all to go away, Bill!

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry, Bill.

Do you know him?

I do not think I recognize this man.

-Do you? -I do not.

Do you?

No.

Nothing but a dead asshole.

It's true, it's true.

You punch like a woman.

Come on now.

Please...

Look, look...

Now you and me, Buck,

we are thick as thieves.

We've been through it all, you and me.

If you give me the chance,

I swear to God I'll get you any fucking thing you want.

I swear that on my sweet mama's grave.

You know, you know.

You know.

You said you hated your mother.

I did? I don't think I--

Fuck!

Knife.

Now listen to me.

You're going to leave Virginia City tonight.

Go wherever you need to go and find my money.

I want every last penny paid back.

I understand, Buck.

You know I do, I understand.

Imma give you thirty days.

Now...

Listen here.

Don't make me come looking for you.

Cause if you ain't back by day thirty,

I'll be tracking you down

on day thirty-one.

Alright.

True to his word,

Buck McGrath went looking for Boone on day thirty-one.

He found Boone along with all the rest of Wild Bill's gang.

If Buck was going to kill one, he was going to have to kill 'em all.

-Where's the prize from the train? -I don't know.

-Where is it? -I don't know!

I told you not to make me come looking for you, Boone.

Ambush!

Oh shit--

Buck of course did not expect to get hacked to death

by the Belle of Colorado.

Die, motherfu--

I guess one would say Boone Collins was very, very lucky.

Mr. Collins, do you know this man?

No, I...

I do not think I have ever seen this man before.

No matter.

All he is, is food for the buzzards.

Where's his rifle?

-Y'all better drop your weapons. -Shit...

Now, we'll be doing things a little bit different around here.

You do not want to be pointing that rifle at me, Ms. Parker.

Don't you put me to the test, Bill.

-Easy, girl, easy. -Back off!

What is your plan, Ms. Parker?

My plan is that I'm going to be the one calling the shots from now on.

And we're gonna be doing things my way.

Now, toss me your guns.

Nice try, Oklahoma.

And that will be about enough of your girly little games.

Let go of that rifle before you hurt yourself.

There you go.

Bring that face to me girl, I wanna kiss you.

Yeah, just like that.

Oh, you do taste good.

Yeah, yeah.

We should probably move on from here.

All that shooting will surely draw some unwanted attention.

Yes, sir. We're going down by the river?

Tie her up.

I don't want any more surprises from her.

Yes, sir.

And I'm not quite finished with you.

Hey, I gotta piss!

Mr. Collins, go with her.

Yes, sir!

Let's go.

Don't you fucking eyeball me.

Slow that ass down.

You know I'll shoot you, silly bitch.

-How are you, Mr. Tulsa? -Like you give a shit.

Come now.

You've not been ruled out.

That does not mean I will not be considerate to you.

A good soldier treats his prisoners with respect.

Hey now, slow down. Come on.

Jesus Christ!

Well, come on now. I don't wanna see no lady do that.

What's wrong? You never seen a girl's ass before?

I gotta piss sometime.

You gonna ruin it all.

John Tulsa.

Such a peculiarity.

What mother or father gave you such a name?

I ain't never met 'em.

Well, who taught you how to shoot?

I taught myself.

Who taught you how to survive out here?

I taught myself.

A self-made and self-educated man.

I respect that!

Bill is ready to jump off that cliff.

His head is gone.

Now what the hell are we gonna do, Belle?

Well...

You can cut this here rope off me.

How stupid you think I am?

Fuck you! I knew you took it all along.

I find it hard to believe you Mr. Tulsa,

or JT, if that is what you prefer to be called.

Call me by your father's name if it makes you smile like a hog in the mud.

Get your hands off me!

-We ain't done talking! -Well, I'm done talking.

What is the mystery that is John "JT" Tulsa?

Get your hands off--

Now, Bill...

You... You almost had me fooled.

Bill...

-You son of a bitch! -Bill!

You son of a bitch!

You've been cheating me out of being partners this whole damn time.

Funny, cause I was just thinking the same thing about you.

Shit, no!

I was too goddamn drunk.

I passed out before I had a chance to do a goddamn thing.

Now, what the fuck are we gonna do?

-Tell me. -Well...

I figure that JT or Bill took it,

and nothing's gonna oblige them to tell us where it is.

So, maybe, why not kill them both?

Now that is exactly what we ought to do.

Now hear me out here.

The two of them jackasses have got the high bounty on their head.

Right? And ain't there another one of him on the way here right now

with an even higher bounty?

We don't even need that fucking loot.

Now that is as long as

you and me

remain partners.

Boy, you ain't as dumb as you look.

Shit yeah, Belle. Shit yeah.

What was that? Go girl, go!

You yankee-loving bastard, I can see it in your eyes.

Be ready, you son of a bitch.

It'll rise again!

We ought to rise again!

Finney! You there, boys?

Soldiers don't betray their brothers.

Company, eyes up!

Bill might've seen himself as some kind of a hero,

but like I told you before,

there ain't no heroes in this story.

Who shot Bill!?

And Thomas "Bloody Tom" Higgins

sure as hell was no hero.

If it were a crime to hate your own kin,

I'd serving a life sentence.

-You should be thanking me, boy. -You want me to thank you?

Well, it'd be a nice thing to do.

Especially, cause I got this here rifle in my hand.

Well, in that case, thank you.

You're welcome.

Now, I watched enough of what's been going on there

to get a firm grasp of this situation.

And, frankly, I'm disappointed.

Why did you shoot Bill?

Lady, if I let Bill kill this boy here,

then that money'd be lost forever.

Let me ask you a question.

You like dogs?

Well, dogs are part wolves.

They're wild at heart. It's in their nature.

They get too wild, you got to put them down.

Well, Bill should've been put down a long time ago.

Boy was weak,

became nothing but a fucking liability.

You ever see his hands shake, like he was cold or something?

Yeah, well I fought in the war too,

and I killed a whole lot of yankees.

And as sure as hell still breathes fire,

I enjoyed every goddamn one.

Now, he wanted to fight just like me.

He thinks he's some kind of hero, but he was nothing.

He was nothing but another disappointment.

I hate disappointments.

-He certainly was a disappointment! -Did I ask for your input?

No, sir, I was just agreeing with you!

Well, agree with your mouth closed.

If I want your input, I'll ask for it, so shut the fuck up.

Yes, sir Bloody Tom, sir!

Alright, you boys want a ride out of here?

Then someone needs to tell me where the money from the train is.

It was this bitch right here, Tom! I seen her do it!

You son of a bitch. He's lying!

I ain't lying, I seen her clear as fucking day.

-She buried it in the woods. -Where?

-I could show you. -He's lying! I ain't buried shit.

I ain't lying. You lie!

You black-hearted bitch!

You put me to the test and now you going to die!

Wait! Fuck you!

No, no!

No!

Don't shoot!

You think you slick? You're a piece of shit, Oklahoma!

Fuck!

And this is all you'll ever be.

-The most beautiful belle. -A fucking cripple...

You want to join her?

Then tell me where the money is.

Yes, sir! It's back at that camp we came from.

I'll show you exactly where it is. I know right where--

Show me. And help him up.

Yes, sir!

With Bill and Henriette out of the picture,

there were only three outlaws remaining.

Tom, JT, and Boone.

And Boone, well,

he was something else.

Boone Collins, a cripple lowlife

known for his world-famous beans in three states.

Or should I say...

...Leland Walker.

A conman who ain't afraid to get his hands dirty.

A killer whose specialty was in poisons.

And he can walk just fine.

It has never been confirmed that Boone Collins and Leland Walker

were one and the same.

No one knew what Leland looked like.

Jeez, mister.

Are you okay there, friend?

How about I help you into your hotel room now?

What the hell are you--

And Boone's reputation was a man who pretended to be a cripple,

had a knack for cracking safes,

and cleaning poker tables of other players' money.

Yeah, this'll do nicely.

You don't mind, do you?

No, not at all.

This here belonged to my bastard of a daddy.

You killed your daddy?

I killed my daddy.

Then I took this off his dead body.

So? Where is it?

It is close, Tom.

But I was wondering if you may be starving as I am.

Excuse me?

I whip up some of the most delicious beans you've ever tasted.

Beans aren't on my fucking agenda.

Where's the goddamn loot?

It's close, sir, but it would be my complete honor to

whip you up some of my most delicious beans--

Fine. But then you tell me where she buried the loot.

Surely will. Right away.

Okay... Let's get it on now.

Get these going for you, Tom.

I'll let you decide. You can have the bigger portion.

Whichever you--

-Goddamn. -Coyotes.

I hate them sneaky things.

They must like the smell.

It does look good.

Thank you, sir.

-But you better eat fast. -Yes, sir.

Let me get that.

It's good.

It's good.

-What's so funny? -Goddamn what a day.

What a goddamn day!

You can say that again.

Now tell me...

-How did she do it? -Well, sir...

It was actually pretty easy. She had it all planned out.

Answer my goddamn question!

-How did she steal the loot? -Yes, sir.

One feels that Boone Collins, aka Leland Walker,

was the one who stole their loot.

The hell you doing over there you weaselly bastard?

Nothing, just checking my stuff.

Well, we got work to do. Come on, move your ass.

His plan seemed simple enough.

Incapacitate his companions

and steal the pot while they slept.

And then bury it and collect it later when it was possible.

Of course, he would maybe frame one,

just to throw off the suspicion away from him.

Now, Boone could've ridden off with the score,

but he couldn't risk riding into either the posse

or Bloody Tom.

-That simple, huh? -That simple.

As one could guess already,

Boone underestimated his next would-be victim.

Bloody Tom had gone and switched them jars on him.

A fool he was not.

Those beans were good.

Yes, sir.

Goddamn, what a day. What a goddamn day!

You can say that again.

And thus, here finally falls the master of tricksters.

He fell right into his own trap.

And you thought I was a fool!

-Now what? -Well, we dig up the loot,

and we get the hell out of here.

We'll leave him for the coyotes and the Indians.

If you don't die on me, a good doctor can patch you--

Oh man, oh man.

What the hell are you doing, boy?

Toss your weapon. Get on your knees.

You want me to sing for you now?

I want you to die.

Lot of people wanted me to die.

Now, I've killed a lot of people.

Now, you put down that rifle before you hurt yourself.

You need a doctor. You ain't thinking or talking straight.

I'm thinking and talking just fine.

-It took a long time to find you. -Is that a fact?

Hell of a lot of killing just to get to here.

Yeah, well, sorry about that.

Alamo Dave,

Bull Rawlings, Bob the Blade,

Toby Webb, Butch Sherman,

and the Grady brothers.

All them, huh? Why, you killed all of them?

-Damn. -Grady brothers led me to Bill

who led me straight to you.

Well, I am just mystified.

You kill all those men, seven dear friends of mine,

just to get to lil' old me.

And I never ever done you rotten.

See, my mother and father, they were working the fields by my home,

a small cabin my father built with his own two hands.

Is this a long story?

A traveler came by,

looking for food and a fresh horse.

A man who liked to play the harmonica.

This man said he'd been traveling for days,

that his horse had to be put down, probably bullshit.

And my father was kind enough to allow him to stay

despite what my mother said.

She could sense evil in him.

He stabbed my mother in the heart with a bowie knife.

She tried to fend him off,

and she did manage to leave a scar on his left cheek.

My father ran,

but he did not get far.

Then that man came back,

and he killed my sister right in front of me.

He left me to die, he left my cabin to burn with me in it.

There is one thing I will never forget,

and that's the scar I'm looking at right now.

Don't be stupid like your daddy.

You remember this?

How did you make it out of the fire?

I managed.

So now what happens?

You're a killer.

-You're a murderer just like me. -Shut the hell up.

Just cause you've got a noble vendetta against me don't make you a saint.

All that you've done, you made yourself nothing but a devil.

-You shut up. -No! I will not be silent.

In fact, if I'm going to die with my boots on, I will stand.

I've lived a long life. I've killed a lot of people,

and many people tried to kill me.

Now, you wanna know what mistake they all made?

They couldn't shut the fuck up!

So you gonna aim that rifle at me,

you better shut your mouth and pull the trigger.

It took two days for the Harmony posse

to find any trace of Wild Bill and his gang.

What they found was a peculiar sight.

Henriette Parker and Wild Bill Higgins were found dead by the river.

Boone Collins', aka Leland Walker's, body was found mangled by wildlife.

There was much surprise to find Bloody Tom dead amongst them.

The money stolen from the train was never recovered.

All that remained was the dead.

John Tulsa, aka JT,

real name unknown,

was never seen again.

In Tulsa, Oklahoma, there's a gravesite that has no name on the tombstone.

It is believed to be where JT is buried.

However, no one's certain it's him

or just the final resting place of the past.

And what happened to all that gold?

Who knows?

Gold is gold.