Stagecoach: The Texas Jack Story
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- 2016
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What the hell is that?
I don't know.
Woah.
Bad luck drivin' over
the dead.
Drop 'em!
Woah.
Wanna die for the banks?
I promise they're not gonna die
for you.
Gimme the shotgun.
Come on.
That's it.
Afternoon.
Watch 'em, Jake.
Yeah, you got any more arms?
No.
Whew!
We hit it big here, boys!
Strong box.
Bet it's full of gold coins.
Now you saw my face.
Wait a minute, wait a-
sh*t.
Dammit.
No, no.
Cover your ears, ma'am.
There it is.
Get in here.
Come on, Jake.
Damn good plan.
Come on.
Ahhhh!
Nathaniel.
Well, you didn't have to put
your Sunday best on
to come down here to the
crow bait saloon to see me.
Oh, well I just came straight
from the bank.
How you been?
Yeah, fine, fine.
Fine as cream gravy.
So uh, how's business?
Uh, you know, the mine closin'
down hadn't helped none.
It's gettin' hard for a man
to find work around here.
Yeah.
Well, you know, my brother
down in Wichita falls,
season ain't much
better over there.
Yeah, well, what can I do
for you?
Ok, now, well, uh... I want you
to know that I'm...
I'm not here today as
a penny-pinching banker,
I'm here as your friend, Nate.
What is it?
Well, you're three months
behind on your home mortgage
and now before you say anything
it's no more than a minor
fuss right now.
But uh...
I- I'll catch up soon.
Uh, Laura Lee,
she's been sick.
Oh, I'm sorry to hear.
I'm sure they miss her down
at the schoolhouse.
Yeah.
Well, you know,
if it was up to me-
but it's not up to you, Hank,
and I understand that.
Well, anyway, uh...
Jensen's gonna give you
'till August and...
Well, if you're not caught up
by then he's gonna put
a lien on the ranch.
I tried to get him to give you
more time, but...
It's alright.
You know how he is.
I do, I do.
Thank you for comin' by.
I'm sorry.
That's... that's ok.
Hank holiday,
how're you doing?
Oh, I'm good, I'm good,
Laura, thanks for askin'.
Well, I... I should be off,
so...
Are we gonna see you
for dinner soon?
You bet.
So you feel better.
Thank you.
Nate.
Take care.
How's your day?
Fine.
I know that look.
What's wrong?
Nothin'.
Don't lie to me, Nathaniel Reed,
something's wrong.
It's written all over your face.
Hank says we have until
August to get caught up.
We're behind?
How much?
Three months.
Four next week.
Why didn't you tell me?
Because we were talking
about having little ones and...
Now I can just barely
provide for the two of us.
A man doesn't want
his wife to think...
Anyway, things will get better.
I know, but you still should
have told me.
I'm sorry.
I'll be back workin' at
the school soon enough.
We'll get through this together.
Yeah.
We've been down to the blanket
before and we're still here.
The reeds don't give up
their fiddle that easily, right?
No, ma'am.
Mama's comin' over
in the morning.
We're going to church together.
Laura Lee, I'm not goin'
to church with your mom, ok?
Hey, hey, hey.
No, I'm fine.
I'm just a little dizzy is all.
I'm gonna go get-
I'm gonna go get doc.
No, there's no need.
Well, then let me
take you inside.
You've got work
that needs doing.
I'm fine.
You got a lot of folks comin' in
through here.
What are you-
get in here!
Your wife?
What are you doin' here?
Get in here.
How'd you find me?
Jake breelove's dead.
Got let out yesterday
from coney.
He can't prove it, but
word is it was the Marshall.
What'd Jake do?
Who knows?
The Marshall, he didn't have
no warrant or nothin'.
This bartender, he told me
they're looking for
Nathaniel Reed's gang.
What for?
He didn't say what for,
but he's sure as hell after us.
After you left things
didn't turn out.
Things went bad.
Sid nearly got himself
killed and...
Well, I ain't had a good score
since Santa fe.
Is that how Jake got killed?
Robbin' banks?
No, he got himself a job
as a bartender.
It's been near a year now.
Quiet as a dead mouse.
Why kill him now?
Don't make no sense.
He uh... changed his identity
like me.
taken a while to track him down.
The way they found Jake,
they-
they found him in a way that
I'd rather not tell you,
truth be told.
Just tell me.
They cut him.
He was cut up.
He was cut up like someone
that was askin' questions
and they wasn't gettin'
the answers they wanted.
He knew where I was stayin', and
he knows where you're stayin'.
As soon as I got the word I rode
like hell to get here.
You understand what I'm sayin'?
There's a man comin'
and he aims to bury you.
I have a wife, a business,
people respect me here.
You can't be here, frank.
What, you don't believe me?
I believe you.
Well then, come on.
I ain't runnin'.
And I rode my horse into
the ground for you.
At least let me spend
the night here.
You can stay the night.
But you stay in here.
Don't tell me you didn't live
more in ten minutes with us
than you have
the whole time since.
I'll bring you some supper
over later.
Still got your guns?
Yeah, you got 'em.
When you leave here
in the morning...
Don't come back.
So, nausea, vomiting,
particularly in the morning,
fatigue...
How long have you
had these symptoms?
A week, maybe ten days.
Well, my medical opinion
tells me that
congratulations are in order,
Mrs. Reed.
What do you mean?
Morning sickness, fatigue...
I think you ought to entertain
the notion
that you're with child.
Are you sure?
Well, time will tell us
for certain.
if you feel nauseous
you take a drop of that.
Spearmint tea works as well.
Nate's gonna just
about pass out.
I'm sure he'll be fine.
Oh, I don't know about that.
Dammit.
Thank you lord for this food
on our plates
and this roof over our heads
and all the blessings
you've given us,
large and small.
Amen.
Nate?
What?
Amen.
You hurt your back again?
No.
One of the horses sick?
Nope.
Is it about money?
Not exactly.
What if I did get pregnant?
What would happen?
I want that.
You know I do.
We're just not ready.
Laura, I have something
i need to tell you.
So do I.
Nathaniel Reed!
He's here!
Don't shoot!
Who's he?
No, no Laura.
No.
Nathaniel Reed!
I need you to step out of
your residence now
with your hands in the air!
Don't make us wait
too long, either!
we'll have to take some
shots in self defense.
You do something again?
No, I swear, I swear
i didn't.
No, sweetheart, go up
the stairs.
Alright, alright...
Do what I'm telling you to do!
Go upstairs and don't come
down 'till you hear my voice.
Go!
He will hang you,
you understand?
Or worse.
Get on your horse and ride.
I'm not gonna let anything
happen to Laura.
Go!
You think they're comin'
out shootin'?
I hope so.
I ain't armed.
You see that?
Yeah, we see that.
You want to put down
your iron?
I'm not sure.
to shootin' you.
She really was.
I need you to acknowledge
that I ain't heel.
We acknowledge it,
we ain't blind.
Look, I don't know what call you
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