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You're looking a bit more spry now that somebody
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Shut up. Uh, Doc, I was wondering if, uh, this evening, I could come by?
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Pinkertons. It's the railroad.
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Ma.
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... We could move on. Rebuild. Make a decent life someplace else.
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Don't care.
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Didn't think you would. I'm going to go make the coffin.
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Make a thousand of 'em. Still won't be enough by the time I'm through.
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How'd it go in there?
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Fine. How'd it go out here?
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We're gonna have to talk...
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And I planned getting you off the hangman's deck
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And that's why you both lead the gang. Two of you went into that bank together, right?
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And it's guarded by Pinkerton detectives.
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And I do so want to shoot some Pinkerton detectives.
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I don't think it's counterfeit. Do you mind if I take a look at all your real bills to compare?
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It's the scientific method. It's all the rage.
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Gents, we are in the middle of something here.
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Bob's upset.
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The posters?
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Pardon the delay, folks, but we had to get Mad Bob Younger under control!
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Bob here'll kill a man for sneezing, and he's the best shot in the gang.
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This has been a good year.
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Jesse, we're outlaws.
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And we're good at it.
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It got to you, didn't it. All the killing in the war. You need it now.
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You've killed your fair share of men.
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If I could go back to farming
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That's a lie. You could've bought a dozen farms with the money we've stolen.
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I can't quit and leave you alone. I can't quit until you quit. Ma would've wanted it that way.
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We're doing this for Ma.
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Maybe it started out that way. But now...
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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.
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A better life than the one you could have had with Zee?
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We're drunk.
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Oh yeah.
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Just do me a favor. Think about what this is costing everybody. Not just the railroad.
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You taking sides against me, now, Frank?
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No, I
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They're all pinned down. Can't even get to the door.
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Got any ideas, little brother?
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Shoulda learned with Web. Made it look fun, made it look like an adventure. Got Web killed. Now Jim.
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Jim was old enough...
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He was a boy riding with the most famous outlaws in the West. How was he supposed to say no to that?
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Railroad burned him out too. You couldn't have stopped him.
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You're a pisspoor liar for the smartest man I know.
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Yeah.
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A war against the railroad. What the hell were we thinking?
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I'm sure it seemed like a good idea at the time.
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I'll meet you down there in a few weeks.
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See you soon. Oh, and I appreciate the distraction back there.
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Hell, they hardly even noticed us.
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Daddy, don't start with this again.
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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?
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He's going to be fine, right Daddy?
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The bullet came out clean, but he lost a whole lot of blood. Praying wouldn't hurt.
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They're gone. What are you
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I fooled them into thinking I was alone.
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Well, I hope the boy pulls through. We should know in the morning.
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I think he's already feeling better.
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He thinks this is some kind of game!
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I'm upset too, Zee, but Jesse and Cole know what they're doing. I'm sure they won't press their luck.
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rode right into them, screaming like a banshee.
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My little Web did that?
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Pff. He jumped his horse clear over our heads, killed a dozen Union soldiers before they knew what hit them.
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Web died fighting?
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Died a hero.
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Boys...
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Go home, Doc. They ain't gonna hang no more Liberty boys.
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What do you say, sir?
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Go on. You're pretty much all healed up.
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You know you're welcome any time!
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Yesss, but I was thinking, I could come by, and then take Zee out. Some place near. With other folk. Near. Here. But out.
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It's fine by me, Jesse.
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What the
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What is it?
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Old Man Tucker is just standing quiet outside the bank.
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So?
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When have you ever known Old Man Tucker not to be yelling at everybody?
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Where the hell were you?
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I had you covered. From back there.
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Shit.
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I know it ain't no durned bank holiday!
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You're right, sir.
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Then why can't I go in there?
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On account of we're robbing it.
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Oh. Why didn't you just say so?
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It's a secret.
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Fine. I'll just wait here.
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I'd appreciate that.
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You 'um big lawman?
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Yeah, Injun. What do you want?
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Great Chief of St. Louis send me.
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The District Marshall
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Of St. Louis?
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Hoyah. Him say tell Big Lawman in Carville that badman Jesse James riding toward Rising Sun, above Great River, near Eagle Rock.
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East? East above the river heading for the Eagle Pass?
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Hoyah!
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Go ahead to the saloon. But don't get too drunk!
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Me get heap firewater
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