The Harder They Fall

Not at the table, son.

Come on.

Mmm-mmm.

Grace first.

You know better.

Father, we are gathered here to share this food in your name.

Bless this food into our bodies, O Lord.

Bless our hearts and all that we do, O Lord,

so that we may walk in your name--

Who will that be at this time?

I have no idea.

No.

Leave my family alone.

Theodore.

It's okay.

It's okay.

Leave them out of this.

- -

Your quarrel is with me.

Let's go outside, take a walk,

and handle our business.

- Please. - No.

No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.

Please, I'm begging you.

-No! -

No! No! No! No!

No! No! No!

No! No! Please!

No!

No! No, no, no, no, no! No!

Father Esparza?

I'm here for confession…

and the collection.

You know what happens when you're late with my coins.

What possesses a man

to paint a scorpion on his hand?

Excuse me?

A snake,

I understand that.

The Garden of Eden, the Bible, etcetera.

But a scorpion?

Well, that puzzles me.

Who are you?

Just a man.

Here to kill the Scorpion.

Jesus Cortez.

Those were, uh, different times.

Whatever happened between you and I

must have been a long, long time ago.

No.

No.

Please.

Please.

I…

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

Is it over?

This is a wanted man.

Turn his body in, you'll get $5,000 for your church.

Why aren't you taking him in yourself?

I'm worth ten.

Yeah!

It's the Nat Love Gang!

Stop firing! Stop firing!

It's one man! We got him pinned!

Wait for his head to show, then blow the naps off that motherfucker.

Be patient.

I hear patience is a virtue.

But I ain't never been able to wait to see if the motherfucker true.

-Jim Beckwourth. -Brothers Grime.

It's Grimes with an "S," you egotistical piece of shit.

I remember a time y'all hoods used to be crimson.

Known as the Crimson Hood Gang.

Them motherfuckers pink now.

You know, Mama used to say, "Jim is such a sweet boy." You know what I said?

"Mama, fuck Jim! Look what he did to my fucking eye!"

-I am sweet. -You're not sweet.

-I'm sweet. -You're not sweet.

-I'm sweet. - You're not.

- Bitch, I'm sweet. - You know what?

I'd rather be dead than hear this motherfucker keep talking.

Whoo.

Much obliged, motherfuckers.

What the hell is that shit,

playing quick-draw games when my ass is getting shot at?

Hey, hey. You got your lucky coin, don't you?

Grow up, Jim. This is real grown-men shit. We can die.

But we not gonna die.

'Cause I'm lightnin' with the blam-blams. Admit it.

You know, you might could be, but I hearsay there's a quick draw

more lightnin' than you, go by the name of Cherokee Bill.

"Cherokee Bill."

You hearsay.

You don't see-say.

So I say fuck Cherokee Bill.

You know, rather than complaining, you should be applauding my performance.

The only words that should be coming out your Black-ass lips…

-"Black-ass lips"? -…should be…

- …gracias. -That was smooth.

-I know. -Black lips are beautiful lips.

-Would you stop reaching, negro? - God damn.

You just killed my brother.

Your half-brother, calm down. Look like your day going a little bad.

Better than you sons of bitches

when you find out whose money you done fucked with.

Correction. Who you done fucked with.

Y'all rob banks. We rob y'all.

And ain't a negro from here to Africa gonna know we even exist.

You think I'm talking about a bank?