Stagecoach: The Texas Jack Story

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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-

shit.

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,

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