That Dirty Black Bag

Tear that goddamn sheriff apart.

Don't end up like a hare in the goddamn hunt.

Everything I've done has been for you, brother.

What about the scars on my back?

Nathan, I don't want to marry you.

Whore!

Shh.

It's yours if you let her go.

I can't be the reason you give it all up.

Steve should be here, but he's in town

weeping over his whore.

I plow the dry earth every day

so that I'll be ready when it rains.

Tell me who gave you those scars.

-Tell me who gave you those scars.

Why do you care?

'Cause I've been searching for that son of a bitch

for most of my goddamn life.

Don't make me skin you alive, Sheriff, 'cause I will.

Believe me.

All right. Let me get up.

As you can see, I'm uncomfortable.

It just makes me...

If you make a move...

All right.

I know, I know.

All right.

Tell me.

Tell me his fucking name!

Bronson, you fuck!

Drop it.

You know, Martin, Thompson was right.

So was Steve.

You see?

In the end, it came.

Go on.

You do it.

Go on.

We'll try it together.

Okay, here we go.

One, two, three.

Go on, go see.

It might take a few minutes.

Go play, I'll come get you when it happens.

Go on.

I've wronged you.

I know.

Like the worst kind of man, I've offended you,

and betrayed you...

You've been betraying me for years, Steve.

You think I never knew?

It was a price I was willing to pay to stay with you

because Dorian needed a father, but, Jesus...

Never would I have thought you'd let us

sweat, and starve, and despair like we have,

while, all this time, we've been sitting over a goldmine.

- That gold is evil... - Stop!

I'm tired of listening to your hypocrisy.

It wasn't so evil you couldn't use it to try

and save that whore from being hanged!

You know, it's only now I see you for what you really are.

Do you think you're some kind of martyr?

You're as hateful as the men you oppose.

You should have asked us for permission

to make us live like this.

Shouldn't you be outside working, Steve?

What can I do for you?

We're here for the Federal Bank money.

Well, as you can see, this ain't a bank no more.

Let's...

approach this a little differently.

Where's McCoy?

I don't know who you are

or what you want from him,

but if you ain't up and out of that goddamn chair

by count of three,

I'm gonna...

Drop it.

Where is McCoy?

We... We haven't seen him in days.

He was out the far side of the canyon,

but the bridge has collapsed.

If he's still alive, my best guess is

he'll be coming back through the mines.

The mines? Where... Where are the mines?

Not too far.

Take the path east of town

and pass the abandoned house in Condor,

you'll be there.

Fuck.

Nice, huh?

How much do you reckon it would be worth?

Let's go get this fucking sheriff.

Less than two hours and we're home.

How long ago did he give you those scars?

Oh, shut up, Red, for Christ's sake.

Look, at least just tell me where it happened.

I just wanna talk to him.

You know, I grew up in a place called Abbey Town.

I've never heard of it.

Hold her!

Take it easy. Easy.

Easy now.

It's just a woman.

Footsteps coming up the stairs,

and then her screams,

as he cut that mark into her, Sheriff.

Just like he did to you.

Please, leave!

Leave us alone!

Please, leave.

In the name of God, please, no!

Ah!

But deeper.

Please, stop!

She saw my face?

The things we do for money.

I was eight.

You were just a boy.

It's Thompson.

There's no need to be scared.

Ooh-wee.

Looks like little brother's got himself a taste for dynamite.

Remember how this town used to be?

Finally, we'll get back to being that City of Gold.

So, that's why you've been going around the country

chopping people's heads off.

Revenge.

I guess you can say that.

You wasted your entire life searching for an asshole.

- 15 years. - 15 years.

In all that time, how close you come?

Well, now I know his name.

That's right.

I guess you do.

We wanna talk to you about the money!

The Federal Bank money!

Fuck!

Good luck.

Red!

Don't fucking move!

I'm empty.

Kurt, I'm empty.

Aw, shit!

Reloading.

Hang tight, buddy.

I'm out.

Stop.

Marco?

Blaine.

Oh, shit.

I can't wait to see your brother's face.

I have to tell you, I imagined you as a businessman,

a cowherd, a family man with a string of ugly brats.

I even imagined you as a priest, for Chrissake, but never,

never a fucking sheriff.

Well, you never struck me as a man with a great imagination.

How did you find me?

Your damn deputies told us which way you might be coming.

It doesn't take much imagination

to guess what happened next.

Marco, you know how we are about witnesses.

But I am sorry about your friend.

If he had family, they will lack for nothing.

Will you look at that?

Generosity and kindness.

You've changed.

I was his only family.

And what about the third?

There were three of you.

Excuse me?

You heard me.

Mind your own goddamn business.

He was my prisoner.

Blaine, I would never have taken that money

had I known it was yours.

I know that.

Now why don't I go and get the money,

and I clean up this mess?

There is no mess.

There's no hurry.

You and me...

We're celebrating our reunion.

Listen, you fellas might like to do that,

but I think it's near time we put an end to this mess.

That money's on an abandoned farm. I can go myself.

Yeah, right, like you think we're gonna let you go alone?

Are you gonna let him talk to you like that?

- You've changed. - I'm still Sheriff, Blaine.

I can't be seen with the men who murdered my deputies.

All right.

Let's just you and me go together then.

Catch up on old times.

You know, I gotta say, it's nice that you two are so close,

but I ain't running the risk of going back to Bronson

without that money.

If I killed you right now,

there's not a soul on this Earth that would give a shit.

Especially not my fucking brother.

Shoot the mouthy fuck,