Brothers in Arms
Faster, faster.
How the hell are you?
Get off that saddle, right now.
Thats my little brother.
I promised Mom I would always
protect him...
...but I had a feeling this one
was gonna be different.
Something was telling me,
this time...
...one of us wasnt gonna
make it back home.
-How long we gotta be out here?
-Long as it takes, little brother.
Till we know that place
like the back of your hand.
l hate this part.
Look, it ain't no action, man.
You gonna get plenty soon enough.
What about the others?
Don't worry, they'll be here.
My friend, the reverend.
Some say he found God
after the devil rejected him.
Who are you?
Born of the dust,
l was made in his image.
The gentleman thief, Kansas.
He was my wild card.
Full house, gentlemen.
No.
l don't never lose...
...especially to no thief.
Gentlemen....
-Somebody get the sheriff.
-Get him yourself.
But there was one more.
To do this job, I had to find Mara.
It wasnt hard.
She was still up to her old tricks.
What the hell?
What the hell's the matter
with you, lndian?
l don't think this squaw
speaks no English.
Coin?
She thinks she's gonna rob us.
Be prepared to meet
your maker, savage.
Oh, boy.
We don't take kindly
to your type around here.
And what type would that be?
Sneaky lowlife n*ggers
like yourselves.
-Now you done gone and did it.
-Done what?
Done gone and made him mad.
See, he don't like blacks
calling other blacks n*ggers.
Boy, you kidding me?
There's six of us and two of you.
You know, you right,
and that don't seem fair, do it?
So you wanna run off
and get some more men?
Kill him.
Kill him!
Looks like game's over,
huh, fancy pants?
Now, that wasn't very
gentleman-like, was it?
Come on.
Looks like we got ourselves a real
Mexican standoff now, don't we?
Well, since l'm a gambling man,
l'm betting on me.
Damn it, woman!
Brother Willoby.
You're not taking the Lord's
name in vain, are you?
No.
For a preacher man...
...you sure hang out
with a motley crew.
A hustler...
...and a half-breed.
Only the Lord may judge,
Brother Willoby.
l merely tend to the flock.
Well, you're okay with me.
Hail, hail, the gang's all here.
Thought you two got out
of the game.
Hell, you know me.
l get bored easy.
-How's tricks?
-l suppose you ought to ask Mara.
l must admit, l was intrigued
when l received your letter.
We all were.
Zane and l wouldn't have bothered
if it wasn't worth it.
Who's that?
This here is my friend,
medicine man.
His Christian name is Jacob.
His heathen name is Running Fox.
No offense to present company.
We met up at Doc Willobys cabin.
I called, and they answered.
This gang is like family...
...and family dont ask questions.
There wasnt much in it for them,
and they knew that.
This job was personal.
This time, it was about me
and my brother.
Okay, guys, this is our next job.
Zane got this from
a former bank associate...
...who will no longer be needing it.
Town's name is
Corazn de la Muerte...
...which means ''heart of death,''
about a half day's ride from here.
Yeah, the bank's a depository
for the railroad.
Railroad?
That means a lot of money.
lt also means a lot of guns,
which means a lot of bullets...
...and a lot of dead.
So we're gonna come in
in twos, split.
l'm gonna take the point.
Kansas, l need you back here.
Mara, by this window.
As usual, fear is in our favor.
Let's keep it that way.
But why this bank?
Because it belongs to him.
Well...
...get on with it.
lt's official, Mr. Driscoll.
You now effectively own the bank.
Like everything else in this town.
l get what l pay for.
ls there something else?
Yeah-- Mr. Driscoll, the ch--
The chamber of commerce feel
that the taxes...
...well, they're too exacerbated.
Tell me, Mr. Mayor.
Where would this town be without
my protection and investments?
You think l like this
godforsaken shithole?
This town is like any other town
l've brought up:
Purely a means to an end.
There, you see?
My son, Bert.
My pride and joy.
A fine, upstanding citizen.
He's a good-for-nothing a**hole.
But he's my son.
What's a man to do?
Groom him to be my successor,
that's what.
l'll tell you what, Crawley...
...Bert would make a great mayor.
Now, wait a minute, that's my--
No one's got a job unless l allow it.
ls that clear to everyone?
-Absolutely clear, Mr. Driscoll, yes.
-Yes. Absolutely.
He owns everything.
May as well change the name
of the town to Driscollville.
A**hole.
No.
Somebody stop him.
Sheriff. Sheriff, there's trouble.
Please, it's my ma.
They're gonna kill her.
Leave her alone.
Come on.
Stop.
Ma.
Ma?
Ma.
Ma!
Ma.
Come on, we're out of here.
-Damn you, Bert.
-l ain't doing it for you now, all right?
-There ain't no call for this.
-lt ain't none of your business.
You messed up, hear?
You can't touch me, you know.
Just go away, okay? Go away.
Come on, boys,
drinks on the house.
Take her to the undertaker.
Hey, sheriff, can l ask you
a question?
Shoot.
l mean, this piece of crap town...
...nobody cares about it.
Why do you care?
Are you all right, sir?
l would like to make
a considerable deposit...
...into your...
...fine establishment.
Of course.
However...
...l was wondering,
for my own piece of mind...
...when would the railroads
be coming through...
...to pick up the deposits?
l'm not allowed to give out
that kind of information.
You'd have to speak with the bank
manager, Mr. Hickle, about that.
You know, being that
there are all sorts...
...of unsavory types lurking about...
...dealing with folks such as ourselves
is a much more...
...pleasant situation.
Catch my meaning?
Much obliged, Miss Lorelie.
What--?
But what about your deposit?
l have some other matters
to attend to.
Just two ships merely passing
in the night.
-Bert.
-Yo, Pop.
Why are we still here?
l mean, what are we doing?
For now...
...this is our town, Bert.
Our town makes me sick.
l've changed the name.
Make us more at home.
Every father, Bert...
...lives in the dream...
...that his child will be
greater than himself.
That he will surpass him...
...not just in material things...
...but will in time come to show
more compassion...
...more love, patience...
...than l have been able to show.
Every day...
...you make me lose faith
in that dream.
-What will it be, gents?
-Whiskey all around.
Do you think this a prudent idea?
We gotta wet our whistles
before we hit the trail.
What if somebody recognizes us?
Ain't nobody gonna recognize us.
How you wanna do this?
We're gonna drink up, walk out
and right out of town.
He's right there.
lf we cause a scene,
we're gonna blow the job.
F*** that job.
Easy now, little brother.
Give me the bottle.
Shall l put that on your tab,
Mr. Driscoll?
On his tab?
Don't you know who his daddy is?
No tab.
My old man owns this joint.
Go away.
l don't pay.
Everybody gotta pay.
You say, every--?
What? What was that?
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