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You're looking a bit more spry now that somebody
Shut up. Uh, Doc, I was wondering if, uh, this evening, I could come by?
Pinkertons. It's the railroad.
Ma.
... We could move on. Rebuild. Make a decent life someplace else.
Don't care.
Didn't think you would. I'm going to go make the coffin.
Make a thousand of 'em. Still won't be enough by the time I'm through.
How'd it go in there?
Fine. How'd it go out here?
We're gonna have to talk...
And I planned getting you off the hangman's deck
And that's why you both lead the gang. Two of you went into that bank together, right?
And it's guarded by Pinkerton detectives.
And I do so want to shoot some Pinkerton detectives.
I don't think it's counterfeit. Do you mind if I take a look at all your real bills to compare?
It's the scientific method. It's all the rage.
Gents, we are in the middle of something here.
Bob's upset.
The posters?
Pardon the delay, folks, but we had to get Mad Bob Younger under control!
Bob here'll kill a man for sneezing, and he's the best shot in the gang.
This has been a good year.
Jesse, we're outlaws.
And we're good at it.
It got to you, didn't it. All the killing in the war. You need it now.
You've killed your fair share of men.
If I could go back to farming
That's a lie. You could've bought a dozen farms with the money we've stolen.
I can't quit and leave you alone. I can't quit until you quit. Ma would've wanted it that way.
We're doing this for Ma.
Maybe it started out that way. But now...
What do you want me to say, Frank? I was killing men when I was fifteen. I like getting shot at. I like riding out of town with a posse at my back. This is a helluva better life than farming.
A better life than the one you could have had with Zee?
We're drunk.
Oh yeah.
Just do me a favor. Think about what this is costing everybody. Not just the railroad.
You taking sides against me, now, Frank?
No, I
They're all pinned down. Can't even get to the door.
Got any ideas, little brother?
Shoulda learned with Web. Made it look fun, made it look like an adventure. Got Web killed. Now Jim.
Jim was old enough...
He was a boy riding with the most famous outlaws in the West. How was he supposed to say no to that?
Railroad burned him out too. You couldn't have stopped him.
You're a pisspoor liar for the smartest man I know.
Yeah.
A war against the railroad. What the hell were we thinking?
I'm sure it seemed like a good idea at the time.
I'll meet you down there in a few weeks.
See you soon. Oh, and I appreciate the distraction back there.
Hell, they hardly even noticed us.
Daddy, don't start with this again.
Zerelda, it's no coincidence. The railroad men come through, offering to buy up land. Nobody sells. Then they start hanging men who own farms for treason?
He's going to be fine, right Daddy?
The bullet came out clean, but he lost a whole lot of blood. Praying wouldn't hurt.
They're gone. What are you
I fooled them into thinking I was alone.
Well, I hope the boy pulls through. We should know in the morning.
I think he's already feeling better.
He thinks this is some kind of game!
I'm upset too, Zee, but Jesse and Cole know what they're doing. I'm sure they won't press their luck.
rode right into them, screaming like a banshee.
My little Web did that?
Pff. He jumped his horse clear over our heads, killed a dozen Union soldiers before they knew what hit them.
Web died fighting?
Died a hero.
Boys...
Go home, Doc. They ain't gonna hang no more Liberty boys.
What do you say, sir?
Go on. You're pretty much all healed up.
You know you're welcome any time!
Yesss, but I was thinking, I could come by, and then take Zee out. Some place near. With other folk. Near. Here. But out.
It's fine by me, Jesse.
What the
What is it?
Old Man Tucker is just standing quiet outside the bank.
So?
When have you ever known Old Man Tucker not to be yelling at everybody?
Where the hell were you?
I had you covered. From back there.
Shit.
I know it ain't no durned bank holiday!
You're right, sir.
Then why can't I go in there?
On account of we're robbing it.
Oh. Why didn't you just say so?
It's a secret.
Fine. I'll just wait here.
I'd appreciate that.
You 'um big lawman?
Yeah, Injun. What do you want?
Great Chief of St. Louis send me.
The District Marshall
Of St. Louis?
Hoyah. Him say tell Big Lawman in Carville that badman Jesse James riding toward Rising Sun, above Great River, near Eagle Rock.
East? East above the river heading for the Eagle Pass?
Hoyah!
Go ahead to the saloon. But don't get too drunk!
Me get heap firewater