All language subtitles for Pat Garrett Billy and Billy the Kid (Peckinpah, Sam 1973)_WEBRip.1080p.x264_VO

Thought I told you
not to run them sheep
on my land!

My land, Garrett.

Became mine when
we signed that lease.

He's right,
Mr. Garrett.

I'm paying you off
when we get back.

And I'm breakin'
that goddamn lease.

I don't allow the law
would agree to that.

What law is that?

The Santa Fe Ring law?

Shit.

Goddamn law
is ruining the country.

Whoa! Ain't you
still a part of that law?

There's something
wrong with that harness.

I believe they elected you
and paid you good wages

for killin' the Kid, huh?

You rotten son of a bitch.

You try your luck, Eno.

You miss more than
anybody else does.

I'll bet on it.

Jesus Christ!

Get down.

Damn!
That's Garrett!

Hello, Bill.

That's pretty fair shootin'
for an old married man.

Just lucky, I guess.
How are you, Kid?

-It's good to see you.
-Good to see you.

Hey, Billy.

Who's this you got with you?

-You're lookin' good.
-You havin' some
kind of fiesta?

Hello, Black.

No, we always
live like this.

You ought to visit us
more often, huh?

Well, I reckon the whole
damn territory's

gonna be one big
open jug for us now.

Is that right, Pat?

Ain't that right, Pat?

Take a two-day
ride from Lincoln

just to pay me back
the $2 you owe me, Pat?

Better collect
it now, Black.

We ain't gonna be seein'
much of Pat these days.

I understand those
Mexican senoritas

are still pretty
as ever down there.

Yeah?

I know one's
waitin' on you, hoss.
With a knife.

Remember them sisters?

No.
Which ones were they?

That one you
got up and asked her
how much you owed her.

And she said, "Whatever
you think it's worth."

You threw her a dime
on the pillow.

The girl said,
"If that's all it's worth,
I might as well sew it up."

Son of a bitch. Come on.
I'll buy you a drink.

Think it's okay
if he's too good
to drink with us, do you?

Maybe it's
the other way around.

Jesus, don't you get
stale around here, Bill?

Maybe a year or so
down in Mexico
will do you some good.

I didn't figure you'd bother
to make the ride out here.

Shit, you know me
better than that.

You heard about Evan?

He drowned
in the Rio Grande...

...tryin' to get
back to that old Mex
you were talkin' about.

He took two
of the posse with him.

I'm sorry to hear that.

I always liked
old Evan.

At least he knew when it was
the right time to leave.

We did have some times,
didn't we?

It's gotta be pretty hard
to turn your back
on all that, eh?

You want it straight?

If that's what
you're here for.

The electorates

want you gone.

Out of the country.

But are they tellin' me,
or are they askin' me?

I'm askin' you.

But in five days,
I'm makin' you.

Because I might
take over sheriff
of Lincoln County.

Old Pat.

Sheriff Pat Garrett.

Sold out to
the Santa Fe Ring.

How does it feel?

It, uh,

feels like
times have changed.

Times maybe.

Not me.

Hey. Why don't you
stick around?

We got a few days left,
ain't we?

No. I gotta get back.

Adios, Pat.

Adios, Bill.

Don't press your luck.

I'm not worried
about my luck.

Why don't you kill him?

Why?

He's my friend.

¶ They say that Pat Garrett
has got your number

¶ So sleep with one eye open
when you slumber

¶ Every little sound
just might be thunder

¶ Thunder from the barrel
of his gun

¶ The businessmen from Taos
want you to go down

¶ So they've hired
Pat Garrett

¶ To force you
to slow down

¶ Billy, don't it make ya
feel so low-down

¶ To be hunted by the man
who was your friend?

¶ Hang on to your woman
if you've got one

¶ Remember in El Paso,
once, you shot one

¶ She may have been a whore,
but she was a hot one

¶ Billy, you been
runnin' for so long ¶

Get on up, Billy.

You hear what I'm sayin'?

Yeah!

I ain't makin' no money
watchin' you boys sleep.

Like to waste the best part
of the damn day.

Come on, boy,
let that squirrel loose!

You like to shake it
to death.

I'm just scratchin'.

Chisum's cattle's
waitin' on us.

Ah, let 'em wait.

I hate a son of a bitch
that gets up

noisy and full of himself.

I ain't in this
for my health, hateful.

That's awful.

Old Pat ain't gonna
like this.

What?

Comin' down hard on him.

Day after he got
his new badge.

Hell, ain't no way
he's gonna know.

I ain't afraid
of Pat Garrett.

Well, all right,
a little bit.

Bastards!

I best go get
them horses watered.

Goddamn Chisum.
How'd he know we was here?

Hell,
that's Garrett.

God damn him, too!

Now he's got Bell
and half the town

of Lincoln out there
with him.

Help me up.

Oh! Sweet Mary's ass.

No. Let me go down.

If they kill me,
I'm gut-shot for sure.

Hold your fire!

Hold your fire!

Hold it!

Bill!

Come on out!
You don't have a chance!

What are you
takin' me in for?

Which one was that?

Buckshot Roberts.

For the killing
of Buckshot Roberts!

Hell, that was a year ago.

I shot him straight up.

Come on in, Pat.
I'll warm your breakfast.

Guess he ate.

They're closin' down
the store on us.

For sure.

Maybe it's time
you took a walk.

Hell, yes. Why not?

I can still hold a gun.

We gotta move.
I'm goin' fast.

Kid.

Ow! Sweet Mary's ass.

Oh!

I'm goin' now, so by God,
let's get on with it.

Hey...

I ain't afraid of him now.

Hold your fire!

We're comin' out!

Hold it!

You go left.
I'll go right.

Might be they
ain't circled us.

Might be dog would've
caught the rabbit,

if he hadn't thought shit.

Where are
the goddamn horses?

That's enough!

Hold it! Hold it!

All right, Kid!

Come on out
if you're still alive!

Game's over!

Comin' out, Pat!

¶ La, la, la, la, la,
la, la, la, la, la, la

¶ La, la, la, la, la,
la, la, la, la, la, la

¶ La, la, la, la, la,
la, la, la, la, la, la

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la, la, la, la, la, la

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la, la, la, la, la, la

¶ La, la, la, la, la,
la, la, la, la, la, la

¶ La, la, la, la, la,
la, la, la, la, la, la

¶ La, la, la, la, la,
la, la, la, la, la, la

¶ La, la, la, la, la,
la, la, la, la, la, la

¶ La, la, la, la, la,
la, la, la, la, la, la ¶

You're in poor company, Pat.

Yeah, I'm alive, though.

So am I.

I never figured
to hear you brag
on bein' a workin' man.

I never figured you
for the law, either.

It's a just a way
of stayin' alive.

Don't matter
what side you're on,
you're always right.

And I aim to live to be
rich, old, and gray.

That's a fine
ambition, Pat.

You keep thinkin' like that
and I'll keep thinkin'

on how I'm gonna
spend your money.

The only think you got
to think about, Mr. Bonney,

is when you stand before
the highest court there is.

May it sit in judgment
on your rotten soul.

Now, you listen.
Listen to me good.

Just before that rope snaps,

it's gonna hit you
like a bolt of lightnin'

that what I been tellin' you
is the truth.

Now, you'll learn to believe
before I'm finished with you.

Three to you.

What do you
believe in, Bell?

I do believe I'm gonna
have to see that bet

and raise you five.

Billy, somewhere
in the Good Book

it says there's
a time for everything.

A time to love,
a time to hate.

A time to kill.

But now it's time
you got close to God, boy.

I heard God's fast.

I have to go up in
front of him myself
before I bet on it.

You will.

Well, that puts me
on my way.

Go out and collect
a few more taxes.

All yours.

Two days, boy.

I count eight days
till dawn, Billy.

Best be on your knees
and make an acquaintance

of your Lord and master.

Pat, keep that mule's
asshole away from me

before I have to break him.

I surely wish
you would try, son.

I got my shotgun
full of 16 thin dimes.

Enough to spread you out
like a crazy woman's quilt.

Bob.

Why don't you sing
the song of Jesus

while there's still a way?

Bob. Bob.

Damn it.

You mess around
with him one more time,

I'll have to send
your ass back to Texas.

Don't.

Think I'd like to
keep him here a while.

I fold, Billy.

Foldin' three queens
now, are you?

You must be afraid
I'll go out a loser, Bell.

I guess I just ain't
seein' 'em.

Well, I tell you what.

As long as I'm
still breathin',

let's just play
it straight up.

I ain't sold
my saddle like you

and the rest of
the town boys, Bell.

It's just Bob that smells
like street shit over there.

On your knees.

Kiss my ass.

On your knees!

Bob!

Repent,
you son of a bitch.

Sweet Jesus, I repent.

Leave off, Bob!
You've gone loco!

I'm going across the street
and have a drink.

I'm thirsty as hell.

I want to tell you
one last thing personal, Kid.

It's gonna be a loose rope
and a long drop.

That last thump
got my guts going.

I need to go
to the outhouse.

My horse loco'd
on me once

comin' back
from Pacheco.

Had to cut the second bar
in his mouth and bleed him.

He died on me,
and I ended up
walkin' 40 miles.

I never was much
for walkin'.

Well, I ain't never walked
a mile since, I'll tell ya.

Fell in with a bunch
of Mescaleros.

They was just
off the reservation
and I was suspicioned of 'em.

But I had some
biscuit on me

and I give it to 'em
and they just rode off.

That's a hell
of a story, Bell.

You know, I believe
old Pat's lost his sand.

He won't come on a man.

You oughta not talk
about him that way, Billy.

You and him used to be
pretty close.

He ain't the same man.

He signed himself
over to Chisum

and every other
goddamn landowner

that's tryin' to put a fence
around this country.

Hell, that's what
you been doin',
ain't it, Bell?

Sellin' us out
and gettin' fat?

Ain't that easy, Billy.

Now, you was a friend
of Carlisle's,
wasn't you, Bell?

You know I was.

I don't mean
to be contrary.

I ever tell you
how he died?

Shot him three times
in the back.

Blew his goddamn head off.

I don't want
to kill you, Bell.

Well, now, I sure hope
you don't, Billy.

Then just move toward me.

Don't.

Don't do it, please.

You wouldn't shoot me
in the back, Billy.

What the hell was that?

There's been a shootin'.

Oh, my God,
he's got a shotgun.

How's Jesus look
to you now, Bob?

Bonney's killed Bell!

Yeah, he's
killed me, too.

Keep the change, Bob.

Bring me an axe.

Get back.
I don't want to kill you.

I want you to go over
to that livery stable,

get me the best horse
you got.

Si, senor.

¶ I been to the Rio Grande

¶ And the Rio Chama

¶ And the Rio Pecos

¶ Rio Montana

¶ I been to Santa Fe

¶ San Antone, Tularosa

¶ I been every goddamn where

¶ Fort Sumner

¶ And Espanola

¶ San Pedro

¶ And I been to White Oaks

¶ Ojo Milagro

¶ Might've spent a night
at Matamoros

¶ Takin' chances

¶ But I never seen
no town low-down

¶ As Lincoln

¶ And I been to Texas

¶ Arizona

¶ Colorado

¶ With your daughter

¶ Marijuana

¶ Across the border

¶ She was
laughin' like a devil
when I caught her

¶ But she was smilin'

¶ When I left her ¶

Brought you a horse,
Billy. Try him again.

By God, I think
I'm just gonna trade you

that fine brown horse
for your buckskin.

What the hell, Billy?

I'll throw in about
$1.60 worth of change

if you can dig it out
of old Bob there.

¶ There's guns
across the river

¶ Aimin' at ya

¶ The lawman on your trail,
he'd like to catch ya

¶ Bounty hunters, too,
they'd like to get ya

¶ Billy, they don't like ya
to be so free

¶ Campin' out all night
on the veranda

¶ Dealin' cards till dawn
in the hacienda

¶ Up to Boot Hill
they'd like to send ya

¶ Billy, don't ya
turn your back on me

¶ Playin' around
with some sweet senorita

¶ Into her dark hallway
she will lead ya

¶ In the shadows of the mesa
she will greet ya

¶ Billy, you're so
far away from home ¶

Whoa.

Would some of you people
get him up off the ground
and into it?

Anything you say, Sheriff.

Hell of a mess, Pat.

Shot Bell and Ollinger
and rode on out.

Yeah. Do me up good
this time, Giuseppe.

And leave
the mustache on it.

Boy around?

Boy.

Speak to Mr. Garrett.

Yes, sir.

I want you to run
all the way down to my house,

tell Mrs. Garrett that
I'm gonna be home for dinner.

And then I want you
to stampede-like

over to the courthouse,
find John Newley

and all the other boys that
are standin' around over there

and tell 'em to come over here
and pay me a visit.

Got that?

John Newley, courthouse.
Yes, sir.

Who are you?

That's a good question.

I believe you know of me.
Bill Kermit.

Wanted for horse thievin'
down in Seven Rivers,
ain't you?

That'd be me, Sheriff.

Killed old C.B. Denning
last year at Silver City

for calling you
a cheat at monte.

That'd be me.

Alamosa Bill.

Well, Bill, I'm gonna
make you my deputy.

Listen, Bill, why
don't you go out back,

find us a couple of steaks
and a mess of eggs.

And get one of
them good bottles

they got behind
the bar there, huh?

I want to have me a bath.

It should take you
about two weeks
to make a circle.

Yeah.

They say William Bonney
has escaped.

He has.

And he's in old Mexico,
I hope.

Where we should be
if I had any sense.

If not,
I'll go after him.

Got too much riding
on it not to.

I figure that's why
they elected me.

Anyways,
I don't give a damn.

I brought him in once,
I can do it again.

If I have to.

You might say that
you are glad to see me.

It's been over a week
you've been gone.

I'm sorry.

I've got to go down
to the saloon.

There's a drunk down there
causing a lot of trouble.

Goes by the name
of Alamosa Bill.

Said he rode with the Kid
down in West Texas.

Will you be
blessing this house

with your presence
for dinner?

Oh, it looks like
it's gonna be a long night.

It's been a long year.

Not now.

My people don't talk to me.

They say you are
getting to be

too much of a gringo
since you've been sheriff,

that you've made deals
with Chisum.

You don't touch me.

You are dead inside.

I wish you'd never
put on that badge.

-Not now!
-Si, ahora!

Or I won't be here
when you get back!

We'll deal with this

when it's over.

I hope he gets away.

Well, he won't.

There's too much
play in him.

And not enough in you.

You're late, Pat.

Uh, more cognac, please.

-Good of you to come, Sheriff.
-Thank you, Your Honor.

-It's a pleasure to see you.
-Thank you, sir.

May I offer you
some supper?

Oh, no, no.
I think I might have a little
of that, uh, brandy, though.

Of course. Some brandy.

I do hope you enjoy these
rainy New Mexican evenings.

They have a fabulous
melancholy to them.

They bring us closer
to some greater design.

At least I hope so.

Uh, allow me to introduce
Mr. Lewellen Howland.

And, uh, this man is Norris.

These, uh, gentlemen
are very concerned

about the escape
of William Bonney,

a concern, I'm sure,
you also share.

Escaped from my jail.

Exactly.

This territory
is vast and primitive.

There is money here,

growing investments,
and, uh, political interests.

We must protect
these investments

so that the area can continue
to prosper and grow.

I believe
you rode with the Kid,
didn't you, Sheriff?

I did.

Then you must
be aware of his moves.

Well, I know Billy,

and he ain't
exactly predictable.

Oh, come, now, Sheriff.

For a man who's
half outlaw himself

and still smart enough
to be elected sheriff

by Chisum
and the other big ranchers,

I expect better than that.

Now, can you bring him in,
or should we look elsewhere?

Oh, I can bring him in.

If you want the big
peckerhead to
still mess things up

by starting
another cattle war.

I can assure you,
Mr. Garrett,

that Chisum and the others
have been advised
to recognize their position.

And in this
particular game,

there are only
a few players left.

I'd advise you to
grab on to a winning hand
while you have a chance.

We're offering
a reward of $1,000
for the Kid's capture.

You can have 500 now.

Well, I aim to
bring the Kid in.

But until I do,

you better take your $500
and shove it up your ass
and set fire to it.

Commendable notion, Sheriff.

¶ There's eyes
behind the mirrors
in empty places

¶ Bullet holes and rifles
in their cases

¶ There's always
one more notch
and 10 more paces

¶ Billy, and you're
walking all alone

¶ They say that Pat Garrett
has got your number

¶ So sleep with one eye open
when you slumber

¶ Every little sound
just might be thunder

¶ Thunder from the barrel
of his gun ¶

Eno.

Well, now.

I'm gonna blow the top of your
cow-humpin' head off,
you son of a bitch.

How's it goin', Luke?

You are a son of a bitch.

I thought they was
gettin' ready
to trim you, boy.

There was a whole bunch of us
just fixin' to ride in.

I saved ya'll a trip.

Or somebody did.

I figured I'd lay back
a few days. Maybe more.

Well...

It sure is pleasurable
seeing you back again, Kid.

Honey, aren't you glad
I'm back?

Welcome home, Billy.

And did you miss me so much
you had to take up with that
low-down piece of old hide?

Oh! Como estas, Silva?

Buenos dias, Billy.

Now, you're uglier than me.
How's it going, Beaver?

Eno, I thought you boys
would be out in the Nueces
or Colorado by now.

Well, I figured to watch you
get stretched,

but I might've knowed
you'd show up.

Good thing somebody did.

These four rode in here
this morning.

What's your name, boy?

Alias.

Alias what?

Alias anything you please.

What do we call you?

Alias.

Hell, let's call him Alias.

That's what I'd do.

Alias it is.

Thank you. Whoa.

My, my.

You boys hungry?

I didn't catch your name.

Didn't give it out.

Well, I guess that's why
I didn't catch it.

But I know yourn.
And that's enough.

Hey, Silva.
You remember that meeting

with John Jones
and that old man

they called US Christmas
down there at El Rito?

Old man they call
US Christmas?

Right. See?

It seems John stepped on
one of US' boots

one night they was
both in town.

Old US,

he been out huntin' buffalo
for six months.

Now, he was mean and testy
and damn near blind drunk.

He had on a pair
of these flat heels,

about half-length
Wellington boots.

Them boots was
the only thing he owned
he put any store in.

And John stepped
on one of 'em.

That old man,
he stood back and said,

"Let's get to it."

So...

John said to US,

"If you're
gonna get that riled

"over a pair of foreign,
lady-lookin' boots,

"we just might as well
get the ball rollin'."

So they went out
in the middle of the street,

and they took the 10 steps.

And John put three holes
right through
that old man's chest.

I must've known
'em from somewhere.

It's too soon
for bounty hunters.

Alias.

What the hell?

Garrett?

I thought you was
in Lincoln.

What the hell
are you doin'?

You get your ass
over there, Gate.

Howdy, Colin.

Howdy do yourself.

What you doin'
with that piece
of sheep dip?

I'd like to blow
his thievin' head off

just for ridin'
through my town.

I ain't paid nobody
no never mind.

Been stayin' in my own
good hole.

Fact is, I'm thinkin'
about goin' to Texas.

Kid broke out.

Killed Ollinger and Bell.

Thought maybe Gate
and some of the boys
might have a sign on him.

Well, I still want him
for that train robbery
up at Springer.

Gate's been holed up
outside of town here

with Black Harris
and Seth Coleman
and that bunch.

Been meanin'
to roust 'em out of here,

but somehow or other
I just can't get around to it.

I don't know nothin'
about the boys.

I don't know nothin'
about the Kid.

I understand you been
ridin' for Chisum.

I'd rather be
on the outside of the law

than packin' the bags
for that town of Lincoln

and them that's
a-runnin' it.

It's a job.

Comes an age
in a man's life when

he don't wanna spend time
figuring what comes next.

Well, it's gonna cost you
some change.

I got to the point
where I don't do nothin'
for nobody

unless there's a piece
of gold attached to it.

One of these days
when I get my boat built,

I'm gonna drift out
of this damn territory.

This town has got
no hat size no how.

Mama! Where'd you
put my badge?

I don't like it, Colin.

This town is not worth it.

To tell you the truth, Mama,
I don't take
a shine to it myself.

Anytime you're ready.

Company's coming.

Sheriff Baker.

Whoa!

Hey, Black Harris!
I want to talk to you!

Whoa, boys. Ho.

Black?

I ain't seen
the Kid, if that's what
you're sniffin' after.

But if it's straight-up
one-to-one you want,

then I'm your man.

I'm lookin' for
a sign, Black.

Us old boys
oughtn't to be doing this
to each other.

Ain't that many of us left.

Remember?

You and me rode into
this county together.

How long ago was that, Pat?

Oh, hell,
about 15 years ago.

Pat?

I know where the Kid's at.

I'll tell you...

...when you're lyin' proper
on the ground.

It'll be the last words
you ever hear.

¶ Mama, take this badge
off of me

¶ I can't use it anymore

¶ It's gettin' dark,
too dark to see

¶ I feel I'm knockin'
upon heaven's door

¶ Knock, knock, knockin'
on heaven's door

¶ Knock, knock, knockin'
on heaven's door

¶ Knock, knock, knockin'
on heaven's door

¶ Knock, knock, knockin'
on heaven's door ¶

Hey, look at that.
Look at them turkeys.

Hey, hold them critters,
Silva.

Come on, kid,
let's get 'em.

Whoa, come on!
Yee-haw!

Yahoo! Watch this!

Whoo! Come on!

Get in there!

Watch this. Whoo!

Come on, Billy.

Get out of the way,
you son of a bitch!

Grab it, Billy!

- Hey, grab that one!
- Whoo!

Move, Billy!

What you got there?

I got me a turkey.

Let me see that bird.

Aw, I could have roped
four or five of 'em in
if it wasn't for you.

Them's
Mr. Chisum's cattle.

And this is Chisum's land.

Where you going
with it, Silva?

Get your rifle.

-You want some coffee?
-I could use some.

Name is Poe.

John W. Poe out of
Fort Griffin, Texas.

Maybe you saw me
last month in Santa Fe
at Governor Wallace's.

The Governor made me a deputy.
I think he probably told you.

Already got me a deputy.

Two is better than one.

I answer only to the Governor,
Mr. Norris, and Mr. Howland.

I heard talk on the trail
the Kid's in Mexico.
Don't figure to me.

Most likely he's trying to get
his old bunch together again.

-Which way we goin'?
-I'm goin' southwest.

That'd be
the Chisum ranch.

Chisum is a fine man.

Country's gotta make a choice.
Time's over for
drifters and outlaws.

They just got no backbone.

Well, I'll tell you this once.
I don't want to have
to say it again.

This country's gettin' old,
and I aim to get old with it.

Now, the Kid don't want it
that way. Might be a better
man for it. I ain't judging.

But I don't want you
explaining nothing to me,

and I don't want you
saying nothing about the Kid

and nobody else
in my goddamn county.

Garrett to see you,
Mr. Chisum.

All right,
somebody else try him.

Yes, sir.

Mescaleros stole
40 head of horses last week.

Yeah, I heard they, uh,
was off the reservation.

And Bonney tried
to steal a few head
a couple of weeks ago.

Well, he says you owe him
$500 back salary.

He rode for me.
I treated him just like
any other man.

Sheriff, tell me something,
why did you ride
all the way out here?

We thought maybe
you'd heard something.

Yeah, I'll tell you
what I heard.

Billy the Kid is in Tascosa.
Billy the Kid is in Tombstone.

Billy the Kid is in
Mexico, Tularosa,
Socorro, White Oaks.

And Billy the Kid
is at my table
right at this moment

eating tacos and green
chili peppers with my niece,
just like old times.

-You staying for supper?
-No, thanks.

Mr. Poe?

I... Yeah, yes, I could eat.

Fine, bunkhouse is right
behind the lodge barn.

Men usually eat
when the cook lets 'em.

Interesting meeting you,
Mr. Poe.

Perhaps I'll see you
again sometime.

Glad to be of service,
Garrett.

But don't overuse it.

I appreciate the loan.

Are you gonna get him?

Adios.

My friend...

Buena suerte. Until I see you.

Come to Mexico, Billy.
People know you're here.

I say this as a friend.

Hell, in old Mex
he ain't gonna be nothing
but another drunken gringo

shitting out chili peppers
and waitin' for nothin'.

It's got a good edge.

Gracias, amigo.

Gracias. Adios.

There's a lot of land between
here and the border.

And it's all Chisum's.

Better keep those sheep moving
or they're gonna
end up on his table.

I have no quarrel with Chisum.

It is an old war that is over.
Let him alone...

And he will let you alone.

Don't you believe it,
my friend.

I must believe it.

Adios.

-Adios.
-Adios, Paco.

Buena suerte.

You could leave.
You could live in Mexico.

Could you?

Yeah. I could live anywhere.

I could leave anywhere, too.

Have you ever been
to California?

Not yet.

I ain't either.
They're sure pushin' on me
to go somewhere.

Yeah, your leavin'
would sure give Garrett
some size.

I reckon he's given me
about all the time he can.

Mexico might not be bad
for a couple of months.

Depends on who you are.

I reckon.

Mexico won't be so bad
for a few months.

I guess that depends
who you are.

But if I was you all,
I'd be clearing out of here.

Gonna be some hard times
coming down.

Remember me to
whoever rides by.

Boy, water for these horses.

All right about the goddamn...

Hello there, Lemuel.

Well, if it ain't
the limb of the law,
Patrick J. Garrett.

Your booze is under the bar
where I always keep it.

Shake it up.
It's got a little oil on it.

That's the fairest drink
of whiskey you'll ever
throw lip over, boy.

Know you around these parts?

I never rode
through here before.

Don't seem the best way
to be trackin' a man down.

They're already talking
about you in Lincoln.

I calculate
you ain't been there
in more than seven weeks.

When I want somebody
to keep time for me,
I'll ask you.

I'll stay here the night.
You take that trail
east and south.

I'll pick you up in Roswell.
Five days, six at the most.

You might be able to find
somethin' out there alone.

You gettin' tired, Garrett?
Looks like you only got a
couple more days left in you.

Yeah, well...

Adios.

You want yourself a woman?

One come in here from
Albuquerque, run the cathouse
over there. Name is Bertha.

Got an ass on her
like a $40 cow, and a tit.

I'd like to see that thing
filled full of tequila.

You know something?
You can't beat that, can ya?

Howdy, ma'am.

Mr. Horrell.

Hey, Tommy.

Billy. Didn't think
we'd be gettin' to see you.

I felt obliged to come
and pay my respects
before moving on.

Sit down, Bill.

Picked a fine time
to come, Billy.

I sure never figured on you
for takin' on a badge.

Didn't figure on it myself.

Was just in town
being sociable.

Rode in from Seven Rivers
to watch you hang.

Garrett swore me in
when you lit out.

Won't be having
no ill talk at my table.

Fill yourself, Billy.

Another fried pie?

Ah. Don't mind if I do.

Never tasted anything so good.

Thank you, ma'am.

Billy.

Tomato.

I, ahem, don't suppose
you ran into old Pat,
did you, Billy?

Can't say I did.

He'll track ya down, Billy,
and get ya.

Pat Garrett's got more sand
than most.

Yeah, I'm outlawed for sure.
Old Alamosa here'll
see to that.

It wasn't long ago,
I was the law,
ridin' for Chisum.

And old Pat
was an outlaw.

The law's a funny thing,
ain't it?

Well, we best get to it.

Just got through puttin' up
that new cottonwood door.

Used the old one
for my son John.

He got into a shootin'
with Olin Carroll.

He's buried
out yonder there.

I'm sorry to hear that,
Mr. Horrell.

Oh, well...
John was a good hand.
Couldn't shoot, though.

Harley, you and Reed
give me a hand with this door.

Don't suppose
there's any other way
we could work this out.

Nah.

Well, let's get to it.

Ten steps?

Suits me.

You count 'em.

You ain't thought
of another way, have you?

Naw, I can't come up
with nothin'.

Get to it.

One, two,

three, four,

five, six, seven, eight...

That wasn't 10, hoss.

I never could count.

At least I'll be remembered.

Howdy, old-timer.

Wasting the best part
of your day.

Hello, Holly.

Bit off your graze, ain't ya?

A bit.

Hell, everybody knows
he's lookin' for the Kid.

Everybody knows the Kid
ain't nowhere in this
territory. Nobody's seen him.

Maybe he be outside there
wishing he could come in,
get himself a drink.

-Get himself a drink?
-Mmm-hmm.

Yeah. I had mine.

No need
to run off, Holly.

He ain't out there, Pat.

You boys better
shed them gun belts. Just
let 'em lay where they fall.

Boys carrying wages?

What kinda wages you mean?

Hell, any kinda wages.
Thought maybe we could
just have a few...

...sociable hands.

Ain't no harm
in being sociable.

Ain't no harm
in being sociable.

Boy, go over there to Lemuel

and get that shotgun
he's got his fingers
wrapped around.

Bring it over to me,
stock first.

Do it.

Ain't no use in you
gettin' a mad on, Pat.
I wasn't set on usin' that.

Those boys have been
patronizin' me real well.

No use gettin' a mad on,
Pat. We been patronizin'
him real well.

Now I want you to stand
over behind the brie here.

Now, I want you to take
the stock of that gun

and rap him smartly
on the back of the head.

Now, you do it, boy,
or this bullet that's goin'
through his chest

is liable to come out
the other side and
tickle your private parts.

Private parts?

Lemuel?
-Yeah?

You drag your fat ass
over here
so we can all see you.

You crazier than
a mule-humpin' goat.

Sittin' there with all that
law crammed inside of ya,
just bustin' to get out.

I wouldn't give a sweet jerk
in hell if the Kid
did lay you out.

And you used to be
just like a daddy to that boy.

Boy.

Come over here.

I want you to take Lemuel's
hat and stuff it down
over his eyes gentle-like.

Those eyes ain't seen
nothin' but the bad news
side of things

since he's been
in this territory.

And I'm lookin'
right smack dab at it.

Now I want you
to go over there
to that shelf of airtights

and give us a nice read,
loud enough
for us all to hear.

Let's hear it!

Uh, "Beans.

"Beans. Spinach. Eastern...

"Tongue. Beans. Beef stew.

"Salmon."

Two is a better game anyway,
isn't it, Holly?

Listen, Pat,
we haven't done nothin'.

All we did was come in
and wet ourselves down.

"Spinach."

Take it right
from the bottle, Holly.

"Beef stew."

No need to stand
on manners around here.

No, no, no. Go ahead.
Have another one there.

"Climax tobacco."

-Hmm...
-Just keep on goin' there.

"N-K fine quality tomatoes."

He's tryin' to drown ya, boy,
that's what he's doin'.

Trying to get his bark
back on him.

Figure it's gonna make him
young again like the Kid.

"N-K salmon. Beans.

"Spinach and beans.
Baked beans.

"Beans."

Boy, this sure lights up
and kill you.

"Baked beans.

"Beans.

- "Quality...

"Quality...

"Beef stew."

Tell me, Pat.

You afraid to take it
to the Kid or what?

Ever since you and the Kid
have been together,
you just been a little...

A little short of supplies.
You know what I mean?

"Lima beans."

Ah, hell.

I, uh...

I don't care about
either one of you.

"Lard. Quality, uh...
Quality salmon."

"Plums. Beans."

You just made me have
a bowel movement
in my britches, Garrett.

I ain't gonna never
forgive you for this.

"Succotash.

"Beets. Spinach."

Boy?

When you see Billy,

tell him we had
a little...drink together.

No!

No! No!

It's ready.

Jesus Christ.

You working for Chisum?

Yeah. We're workin' for him.

Hello, Paco.

I will tell you about a house
that I want to build now.

No, not here. For us, amigo.

It will be on the other side,
in old Mex.

I will sell my sheep,

and I will build
the adobe bridge myself.

You know, Billy,

I put a vine, a grapevine
around the veranda,

and I will have three chairs,

and I will sit in
the middle one.

And anyone who
doesn't do right,

according to nature,
and my mother,

I will blow his head off.

Billy, siento mucho frio.

Como te sientes tu, Billy?

Well, that ties it.
I'm going back.

Look who's here.

Hey, look who's here!

I was hopin' that was you
soon as I seen your dust.

Well, I was hopin'
that was you.

I ain't shut
of this country yet.

I should have knowed better.

Beaver.

Goddamn glad
to see you, buddy.

You boys look a little grim.
You need somebody back here

to spur your flanks,
don't you?

You just give us the word.
There's enough of us left.

Nobody's running us off.

Not Garrett. Chisum.

Or that goddamn Governor.

Chisum killed Paco.

Hello, Rupert.

Take your old room.
Key's in the door.

Oh, Rupert,
what ladies do you have
hosting for you nowadays?

We just got some
sort of an octoroon
from South Texas,

and there's Ruthie Lee
and Pauline.

They'll all be up
in Ruthie Lee's room.

She won't be
wantin' to see you.

She's been with the Kid
more than a few times,
you know.

Well, send her up anyway.

You want another one?

I don't care who
you send up, Rupert.

Just make sure
that Ruthie Lee's
part of the package.

Come in.

Hello, Ruthie.

Which way do you wanna go?

I don't know yet.

Can I ask you
a few questions first?

He was here a few weeks ago.
I don't know where he went.

Gotta do better
than that, Ruthie.

You're gonna have to do me
one more time,

'cause I owe the Kid
that much.

Now, you tell me...

Fort Sumner.

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la, la, la, la, la, la

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la, la, la, la, la, la

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la, la, la, la, la, la

¶ La, la, la, la, la,
la, la, la, la, la, la

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la, la, la, la, la, la

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la, la, la, la, la, la ¶

Excuse me.

Clean it off real good, now.

We're getting
to the best part.

You gotta pull hard there.
They've been on
for a long time.

Mmm-hmm.

Yeah.

Oh, yes,
where's that, uh...

A little trouble there, girls?

Jesus.

Oh.

What room is Garrett in?

End of the hall.

--Garrett?

Come on in.
Door's not locked.

Well, where's he at?

Fort Sumner.

Yeah, well, I don't
want to hear about that.

If you don't get him,
I'm going to.

Go down
to the sheriff's office
and find Kip McKinney.

Tell him to meet me
downstairs.

Don't say nothin'
about nothin'.

Ohh...

Thank you, Rupert.

Your jail empty?

I recollect that it is.

-Who's your deputy?
-Zach Oliver.

Already got the girls
upstairs. Locked up.

Take the girls over
to see old Zach Oliver.

Uh, give him the key.

Go on. Give him the key.

And then bring Mr. McKinney's
horse back, will ya, Poe?

Where we goin', anyway?

Fort Sumner.

There ain't nothin' out there
but some old cattle thieves.

Well, there's a couple
of young ones there, too.

Naw, I ain't goin'.

You owe it to me.

I do? For what?

For not killing you
over at Rosewater,

for gettin' you this job,

and not seeing you
run out of this territory,

for pulling you
out of that snowdrift
up at Chamas.

And for cold-cockin' you over
at Stillwater saloon last fall

and savin' you
from Rabid Owens
bitin' off your ear

and from just putting up
with you for a hell of
a lot longer than I ought to.

Yeah.

Well, I...

I hope they spell
my name right
in the papers.

-Billy.
-Cut the dust.

- Ooh.

He's coming in, Billy.

Yeah, I reckon.

Maybe he wants to have
a drink with me.

Just as soon ride in,
get it over with.

He ain't gonna
be there anyway.

Hell, I don't have
nothin' against the Kid.

Savin' maybe
he killed J.W. Bell.

Yep.

Sure did like J.W.

We'll meet up on
the other side of the fort
at old Pete Maxwell's place.

I know old Pete.

Hello, Pete.

Heard you were back.

Obliged.

We'd like to bed down
in your extra bunk.

No reason not to.
I got no need for it.

Been on any drives?

No.

Recollect a time
when Toddy Sparks
got his horse stole.

Jace Summers stole it.
Just up and stole it.

Was up by Del Rio.

Old Toddy got even, though.
He sure did.

Put a rattler
in Jace's blanket.

Bit him through the neck.

Buried him in a thunderstorm.

Summer of '71, it was.

Man, what are you, some kinda
frog watcher or something?

Take it easy.
I got the wrong room.

You're goddamn right
you got the wrong room.

Who in the hell
you lookin' for?

-Somebody else.
-What somebody else?

Oh. It's cold.

It's cold.

Hello, Will.

Hello, Sheriff.

You finally
figured it out, huh?

Go on. Get it over with.

Jesus.

Jesus.

Oh... Jesus.

Oh... God.

I'm hungry.

I'll get you somethin'.

No. I'll go see what
Pete's got out in the cooler.

That's the Kid. Right there.

Go on. Shoot him.
Go on. Shoot him.

Go on. Shoot him.

Who's that?

Who the hell are you?

Quien es?

Hello, Pete.

Evening, Pat.

Easy. We come to see
Pete Maxwell.

You chickenshit bastard.

Hey, Pete,
who's that out there?

I want his
trigger finger!

I want it cut off,
I want it nailed to a post,

and then I want him
taken back to Lincoln.

No!

There's guns across the river

About upon you

There's a lawman on your trail

Who'd like to surround you

Bounty hunters are dancin' all around you

Billy, they don't like ya to be so free

Campin' out all night on the veranda

Walkin' the streets down by the hacienda

Up to Boot Hill they'd like to send ya

Billy, don't ya turn your back on me

There's mirrors inside the minds of crazy faces

Bullet holes and rifles in their cases

There's always one more notch
and four more aces

Billy, and you're playin' all alone

Playin' around with some sweet senorita

Into her dark chamber she will greet ya

In the shadows of the mesa she will leave you

Billy, and you're goin' all alone

They say that Pat Garrett has got your number

So sleep with one eye open when you wonder

If every little sound just might be thunder

Thunder from the barrel of his gun

There's always another stranger sneakin' glances

Some trigger-happy fool willin' to take chances

Some old whore - from San Pedro to make advances

Advances on your spirit and your soul

The businessmen from Taos want you to go down

So they've hired Mr. Garrett

To force you to slow down

Billy, don't it make you feel so low-down

To be hunted by the man who was your friend?

Gypsy queens will play your grand finale

Way down in some Tularosa alley

Maybe in the Rio Pecos valley

Billy, you're so far away from home

¶ About upon you

¶ There's a lawman
on your trail

¶ Who'd like to surround you

¶ Bounty hunters are
dancin' all around you

¶ Billy, they don't like ya
to be so free

¶ Campin' out all night
on the veranda

¶ Walkin' the streets
down by the hacienda

¶ Up to Boot Hill
they'd like to send ya

¶ Billy, don't ya
turn your back on me

¶ There's mirrors inside
the minds of crazy faces

¶ Bullet holes and rifles
in their cases

¶ There's always
one more notch
and four more aces

¶ Billy, and you're
playin' all alone

¶ Playin' around with
some sweet senorita

¶ Into her dark chamber
she will greet ya

¶ In the shadows of the mesa
she will leave you

¶ Billy, and you're
goin' all alone

¶ They say that Pat Garrett
has got your number

¶ So sleep with one eye open
when you wonder

¶ If every little sound
just might be thunder

¶ Thunder from the barrel
of his gun

¶ There's always another
stranger sneakin' glances

¶ Some trigger-happy fool
willin' to take chances

¶ Some old whore
from San Pedro
to make advances

¶ Advances on your spirit
and your soul

¶ The businessmen from Taos
want you to go down

¶ So they've hired
Mr. Garrett

¶ To force you to slow down

¶ Billy, don't it make you
feel so low-down

¶ To be hunted by the man
who was your friend?

¶ Gypsy queens will play
your grand finale

¶ Way down in some
Tularosa alley

¶ Maybe in the
Rio Pecos valley

¶ Billy, you're so
far away from home ¶