Reunion/Transcript

Jukebox: *playing track* Ride to town, shoot ‘em up, and keep on going. ‘Cause I got a job to do, and I don’t stop for no one. Get your gun, kiss your wife and lock up your daughter. Don’t let her fall in love with the pale rider. Many men quickly found I’m unforgiving.

Zeke: Huh? Ashe! Ashe! We got trouble. Ashe: Jesse McCree. Been a while. You promised you’d write. McCree: Well, Ashe… *lights cigar*…I’ve been kinda busy. Ashe: We’re pretty busy ourselves. So it’s awful convenient, you showin’ up today. McCree: Yeah… You’ve never been one to shy away from a good tip. Ashe: Hey--we worked hard for this score. You best move on now. McCree: Hmph. All I want is that crate. Everythin’ else is yours. Ashe:: This crate? *taps crate with gun* Ashe: Huh… B.O.B. Ashe: Well, well… Now you got my attention. What is it? McCree: That’s none of your business. Ashe: Well as I see it... now it's very much our business. McCree: *'sighs'* It doesn't always have to be this way, Ashe. Ashe: Apparently, *cocks gun* it does.

Ashe: Come on! Terran: Ahh! Don't shoot! Ashe: Ahh! B.O.B., do something! McCree Looks like B.O.B. got himself some upgrades. Ashe: Smoke him out of there! Ashe: Last chance McCree! Toss out your weapon! McCree: Alright, Ashe. Here it comes! Ashe: Oh, shoot--

Ashe: What? What the-- McCree! McCree: Sorry about that, B.O.B. No hard feelings? Ashe: McCree! Hey! Untie me McCree! McCree: Say hi to the gang for me. Ashe:--I'm talking to you! I will not be ignored! I'm going to rebuild B.O.B. and I'm going to have him rip off your other arm! McCree--!

Echo: Hey there, cowboy. McCree: Welcome back, partner. Echo: Mmm... how long have I been gone? McCree: Far too long. Echo: *holds McCree's arm* What happened? McCree: Well, that's a story for another time. But I got a call. They're gettin' the band back together. They want me... but really... they need you. Echo: Jesse, wait. What are you going to do? McCree: *chuckles* I've got some business to attend to. McCree: Say hi to the monkey for me. Echo: Monkey? McCree: Scientist... Whatever...