Ghosts of Red Ridge

You know what you're gonna do?

You fuck this up, you're a dead man.

Let's go.

Fill this.

Make sure it's full.

He's all right.

He's your responsibility.

Yes, boss.

Let me see your gun.

You shot a man before, yeah?

Just don't hesitate.

Put that away.

Reggie raises you a dollar.

Well, I'll be damned, Deputy.

Reggie does have a spinal column.

What you gonna do, Sheriff?

I will see your dollar...

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...and raise you 50 cents.

That's another one of your famous bluffs?

You tell me.

Well, hi there, stranger.

New in Red Ridge?

No, I'm just passing through.

Mm-hmm.

Looks like you could use some water.

No, thank you.

- No, thank you, I'm good. - Okay.

Well, shit.

- Let's see 'em. -

Pocket aces, son of a bitch!

Cards don't lie, Sheriff.

Uh, there was an 18 percent probability

he was holding those pocket A's.

You think he was cheating?

No.

- Not Reggie. -

Not Reggie, right.

Head's killing me.

Let's go to Grady's.

Have a good day now, Mrs. Lymon.

Give my regards to the girls, mm-hmm?

Of course, Mr. Grady.

- You have a nice day now. - Mm.

Nobody move!

Willis!-No.

I'm sorry, Mrs. Lymon.

Give me all your money, old man, fast!

What-- What are you doing?

Feels like this town

is slipping ever deeper into a state of moral decay.

Well...

everyone thought they'd be swimming in gold by now.

You know what they say about desperate times.

"If money go before, all ways do lie open."

Shakespeare, Hank.

Oh, damn it. Drop it, kid.

Mr. Grady here doesn't like it when the shop gets messy.

Then back off!

I'll put a goddamn bullet through her head!

It's over. Let her go.

You ain't got nowhere to run.

Just give me some space!

I need to think. Give me some space.

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- Come on. -

Enough.

That's enough.

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Stop!

Stop!

Willis, stop!

What are you doing?

Willis, stop.

Don't do it, son.

No!

Everything's gonna be okay.

Did you get him?

He was just a kid.

Where'd you learn to fight like that?

Guns can only do so much, Hank.

Them bastards won't quit.

Third holdup this month.

Bigger posse means bigger plans.

I'm afraid this is just the beginning.

You all right, Mrs. Lymon?

What happened to our town, Sheriff?

Ain't no place to raise a family no more.

I can assure you, ma'am,

we're working on it, okay?

Give my regards to Mr. Lymon and the girls.

I will.

Thank you, Sheriff.

Mrs. Lymon.

Stranger.

Well, what do you know?

Looks like our posse wasn't just looking for money, Hank.

Money and medicine. What the hell are they up to?

Well, maybe our new friend here can enlighten us.

Lance said that kid would be good.

Well, he thought he could handle it.

I guess that's what I get

for letting Lance think.

I'm tired of running.

Quit your whining!

I don't wanna hear any more bullshit

out of any of you.

From now on, we do things my way and only my way.

Please, you don't understand.

I needed that medicine for my daughter.

Save it for Judge Simmons.

She's sick.

And that's an excuse to hang around

with a bunch of outlaws?

I'm not an outlaw.

Then why'd you try to sneak off?

I was scared!

Where's Kent hanging out?

Who's Kent?

A man is dead now because of you,

you and your two-bit gang.

I'm not a part of a gang.

It was just a coincidence.

Huh. That's about as likely as winning

a game of Hold 'Em with pocket aces.

You're wrong.

You know what I like most about the law?

It makes things simple. Good is good, bad is bad.

We need to be more careful next time.

I'll telegraph Fredericksburg.

See if they can send us some men.

I don't want this to get too bloody, Hank.

Only as bloody as we make it.

I'm gonna go help Grady clean up.

Let me know what Fredericksburg says.

Sheriff, those little devils won't quit.

Again, Doctor?

I swear, if one more of those children

come near my garden,

I'll have to take matters into my own hand.

Okay, Dr. Johnson,

I'll-- I'll make sure those boys

stay far away from your petunias.

But my garden provides color to this town.

I'll be sure to tell their mothers.

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Already?

Goddamnit.

Huh?

Oh, my God.

Oh, God.

Mr. Huckabee wanted us there by sundown.

These trips are a lot better if you stay hopeful.

There's no place for hope

in railroad finance, Mr. Buford.

- Help! - Whoa, whoa!