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(dramatic heroic music)

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- Black Knuckle is back, Black Knuckle is back,

Black Knuckle is back, Black Knuckle is back,

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Black Knuckle is back, Black Knuckle is back,

Black Knuckle is back.

(crowd gasps)

Black Knuckle is back.

(saloon bustles with talking and music)

Hey everybody, Black Knuckle is back. (screams)

- I've gotten sick of chasing your backside around.

This time, you'll stay behind bars.

- Oh, come on, Sheriff.

Isn't that a bit much?

- Ain't enough if you ask me.

Home, sweet home.

Keep him locked up, I'll be patrolling.

- You got it.

Well.

- Deputy.

- Look who's back.

How many times have I told you to stay outside of town?

- Well, what can I say?

Your spittoons around here, top notch.

- This isn't a joke.

I can't keep doing this, and I wouldn't have to

if you'd stay gone.

- What, never get to see you again?

Not a chance.

You know, I don't have to get caught.

I'm doing this for you.

Isn't it obvious?

(door squeaks open)

- Forgot my damn hat.

Keeping a close watch?

- Yep.

- Good.

- So what do you say?

- About what?

- About letting me out of here.

You know, going dancing somewhere.

Being partners.

- It ain't like that, okay.

- What more do I gotta, do you want me to,

you want me to give you a favor

like you're my shiny knight?

Here it is.

- Look, I am doing this because I'm your friend.

The sherif is too tough on you.

You should stay gone this time.

- Diego.

- Go.

Wait.

Need you to tie me up.

- Make it look realistic like?

- Yeah.

(sad gentle music)

(dramatic intense music)

- Do you know a man named Black Buckler?

- Well, I do know man who.

- [The Dark Rider] That's him, get him.

- Sheriff.

- I knew it was you.

Lucy saw Black Knuckle in town.

Badge.

- Sheriff.

- Black Knuckle's been kidnapped by Outlaws.

Real deal, too, not petty thieves like him.

Look son, you started this.

Maybe you can finish it too.

Not as a deputy, but as a hero.

Let's go kick some bandit butt.

(dramatic Western music)

- Hey boss, how come you're the only one

that gets to ride a horse?

- Are we almost there yet?

- Ah, Jesus Carl.

- What?

- Keep walking.

- Hey, y'all know my name is Black Knuckle,

not Black Buckler, right?

- [Maltese] Whoah, whoah, whoah.

- We'll find him alive.

- [Maltese] That must be camp.

- There's five of them.

I say we take them in the morning.

- Hey, hey, hey, my bad.

- You hired him.

(snores)

- I gotta piss.

(pee trickles)

(screams)

(suspenseful music)

(clangs)

- I know you're out there.

Show yourselves.

Come on out, or I'll put a bullet in his head.

Take their guns.

(dramatic heroic music)

- Easy there son.

- All yours Sheriff.

(gentle harmonica plays)

- [Sheriff] Hey, you keep him tied.

- Yes, Sheriff.

- Move it on.

- [Towns Person] Howdy, Sheriff.

- Hold it.

Looks like jail's full to capacity.

Going to have to figure something else out for you two.

While Jay here is cleaning spittoons,

you'll be polishing boots until you get your badge back.

- You don't got to do that, Sheriff.

- You could've just told me.

- Thanks Sheriff.

- Drinks on me.

Come on, that's a limited time offer.

(high spirited folk music)

(crowd chatters)

- I believe this is yours.

- You sure?

- Yeah.

I'm sure.

- All right.

- How about that dance?

(crowd cheers)

- I knew it.

I knew it would be Maltese.

(upbeat joyful Western music)