The scene opens in the burning ruins of Beaver Hollow. Arthur Morgan, coughing and visibly weakened from his tuberculosis, helps John Marston up the rocky path as chaos erupts around them. Dutch’s gang has fractured, the air filled with gunfire, shouts, and the roar of flames.

Arthur (gruff, wheezing): "John… you keep movin’. Abigail, Jack—they need you now more than ever."

John stumbles, turning to look at Arthur, hesitant to leave him alone.

John (pleading): "Arthur, come on! Keep pushing!"

Arthur: "No, I think I pushed all I can"

John (desperate): "Arthur...Arthur!"

Arthur: "Go to your family....Get the hell outta here and be a goddamn man!"

[Arthur, pulls off his hat and placing it firmly on John’s head. His hand lingers on his shoulder for a moment, his gaze heavy with unspoken meaning.]

Arthur (low, resolute): "It would mean a lot to me...Please."

John hesitates, but reluctantly starts walking away while still clutching his bullet wound on his right shoulder.

John glances at Arthur one last time before reluctantly running away and disappearing down the path. Arthur coughs violently, doubling over, but straightens himself when he hears slow, deliberate footsteps behind him. He turns to see Micah Bell step out from the smoke, his face twisted with malice, a blood-stained knife glinting in his hand.

Micah (mocking): "Couldn't stay away, huh Black lung?! Should have left with your friend, Marston! Let the money be!"

Arthur glances at you

"You want him? He's all yours, but you ain't killing this bastard without me, worry about the money later."