And you are?
I work for Mr. Turnbull.
Who are you?
My friends and I are with the Internal Revenue Ser-
Ah, Mr. Turnbull don't like no taxmen.
Well, nobody likes paying taxes,
but they are an essential part of the Federal Government--
Mr. Turnbull don't like the Federal Government, neither.
Is that why he's trying to start his own country?
Oh, now see, why'd you have to go and say something like that?
Now I got to pump some lead into you
so you don't go blabbing to the wrong person.
Hey, hey, would you shoot an unarmed man?
I think that's a yes.
So what's your history with Turnbull?
Well, you said that you had dealings over the years.
I can tell a vendetta when I see one.
I'm kind of an expert when it comes to revenge.
This is what it's like working with a woman?
You just sit around and talk about your feelings?
Well, if your "Feelings" are what almost got you hung,
then, yeah, I'd say they're worth talking about.
Not in my century.
Now that we've got outlaw outfits,
it's time to find out what Turnbull's stockpiling at his mining camp.
Or we could do the responsible thing and head back to the ship
with the rest of the team.
You're joking, right?
Time to cowboy up.
Must be my lucky day.
- You're cheating. - I'm winning.
Sweetheart, that's for you.
I'll see you around.
Play something else.
I've had more fun at a funeral.
And who might you be?
- Name's Turnbull. - Never heard of him.
That's my name on the sign in front of the saloon.
Or can't you read?
So it's your money I'm winning?
Well, that's interesting.
I'd say your luck has run out, partner.
You just gonna stand there and make threats?
Or you gonna back it up?
Amaya, what's going on in there?
You wanted Rory to start a fight.
I'd say your plan's working.
Man, these clothes smell like ass.
People didn't wash in the Wild Wild West?
Well, we're criminals, remember?
It's important to smell the part.
Game faces, boys.
We got company.
I don't recognize you three.
That's probably 'cause of our new bandanas.
This one off his rocker?
You could blow his brains out, only he doesn't got any.
Gideon, let's run the neural imaging scan again.
There must be something you missed.
The odds that I misdiagnosed your condition
are infinitesimally thin.
The algorithm programmed into my medical diagnostic systems--
Please just do it.
As you wish, Professor.
Biometric scan reveals all brain functions
are within normal parameters.
Physiologically, there's nothing wrong with you.
Are you implying that my symptoms are psychosomatic?
I need you to run the test again.
Oh, my God.
What is it?
It's dwarf star.
One of the rarest minerals in the universe.
How does this help Turnbull take over the West?
I used dwarf star to power the ATOM suit.
The piece I had was the size of your little finger.
There's enough potential energy here
to power the entire Wild West.
Or blow it up.
Question is, how does Turnbull even know what it is?
Bet ya this has something to do with it.
It's some sort of tracker, definitely not from the 1800s.
Probably stole it from the time pirate.
We got to get this out of here.
Oh, I should've mentioned,
it's also the densest material in the universe.
Let's get the rest of the team.
Amaya, it's been forever,
what the hell is going on in there?
Your plan's caught something of a snag.
Well, it's hard to...
but Mr. Rory and Mr. Turnbull...
Like each other.
What happened to Rory starting a fight?
I think it's more likely that him and Turnbull
get matching tattoos.
Then they told me to put my hands up and my pants fell down.
Because of all the loot I was carrying!
You see, that's what them damn fools
in government back in Washington don't understand,
that men like you and me, we wasn't meant to live in cages.
Hell, that's why our forbearers
busted away from England to begin with,
so we could be free!
And that's what "Turnbull Country" is all about.
It's about keeping the Wild West wild.
I'll drink to that.
Will you have some of that?
Are you gonna sit around while those two bend elbows?
What are you doing?
I'm gonna collect my bounty,
whether you like it or not.
Stick to the plan, Jonah.
Your guy on the inside ain't sticking to no plan,
why the hell should I?
Sara? What do you want me to do?
Well, if it ain't the great Jonah Hex, himself.
Whoo, you got quite a pair