Original subtitles

Now, I say we stop off at Juan Petrón's for one joIIy big dram

and one ginger beer with cream.

- Who gets the whisky? - The one closest to the coffin.

Anyway, if I buy you a dram, you must promise not to tell the other boys.

lt's a promise.

(gunshot)

Oh, no. Not another hanging.

Shit.

- Howdy. - (man) Come on, Iad.

Hurry up. Don't be afraid.

- You want to pIay games? - Red-assed Mexican.

You do it with your horse!

- Mexican greaser! - White chickenshit!

- Come on, greaser. Cut me down! - Hey, knock it off! Knock it off!

Cut me down, Mexican! Cut me down, Mexican!

Knock it off. You know better, Chavez.

- Navajo! Navajo! - That's enough!

John's back. Wash up, and into supper cIothes.

Now! Both of you!

- Who are them? - "They", WiIIiam. "Who are they?"

They are the boys of the dregs.

The fIotsam and jetsam of frontier society, if you will.

We've got room in the bunkhouse, my young man.

lf you don't want to stay,

the Santa Fe runs out of AIbuquerque in the morning.

GIad you're back, Doc.

Start hauling the rope inside.

John bring another hard case in?

- Hope it ain't another Mexican. - Mexican-lndian.

lf you do wish to stay, we have just the job for you.

- (grunts) - Argh!

- He ain't all there, is he? - You son of a bitch!

(laughs)

Hey, did you know pigs is as smart as dogs?

Yeah, it's true. l knew a fella in EI Capitan,

taught his pig to bark at strangers.

What you doin' here, boy?

We work for Mr Tunstall as regulators.

Mr Tunstall's got a soft spot for runaways, dereIicts, vagrant types.

But you can't be any geek off the street.

Got to be handy with the steel. Earn your keep.

Go on, go on, get!

Not that I'm a pistoIeer or a knifesmith like that greaser Chavez Chavez.

I'm a pugiIist. (laughs)

But then, I ain't expectin' you to know that word, hog boy!

(oinks)

- You don't even know why l'm here. - Sure l do.

You're a runaway, dereIict vagrant like the rest of us.

Footpad, maybe? Petty thief? Rob a bank? Kill somebody?

KiIIed somebody, huh?

(man) Regulators!

You ain't no regulator! Stay here with the pork. You might Iearn something.

CattIe Iook spooked in the Iower 40. Let's take a Iook.

Smart ass.

WeII, now. Look at those appetites, hm?

WiIIiam. Have some more.

You ever worked beef before, Billy?

Did the chow Iine.

But, uh, I got a way with cattIe.

(laughter)

What's so jolly funny, Master Steven?

That's no proper table manners.

Got a way with hogs. (oinks)

Congratulations, Charles.

You and Steven will do the dirty crockery aIone.

Sorry, John. Struck me funny.

And to William. Both of you.

ApoIogies, William. Just hackin' on you, that's all.

Yeah, we was just hackin' on you.

Rumour has it you kiIIed a man, BiIIy. You don't seem like the killing sort.

Yeah, BiIIy, what you kiII him for?

He was hackin' on me.

(gulps)

"There are...

plenty of men...

who will never secede..."

Succeed.

Suc... "..who will never succeed anywhere."

Got a whole roomful of 'em right here.

WeII done.

WiIIiam.

- Yeah, sure. - (John) WeII, excuse me, BiIIy.

Very sorry to offend you.

But we're congregated here to learn to read and write.

You need more than skill with a firearm to succeed in the New WorId, Billy.

So take up the journal and start where the other boy Ieft off,

or you can go straight back to your home on the streets.

"Young men who don't know how to do any kind of business

and have no energy or application

had better stay at home near their reIatives so they can be taken care of."

"They are not wanted here and will only come to grief."

"But men of enterprise are practically sure of success."

SpIendid.

A spIendid reading, WiIIiam.

Thank you. Good night, gentlemen.

(all) Good night, Mr Tunstall.

(horse whinnies)

(grunting)

Shit.

Whoa! Son of a bitch!

- Good afternoon, gentIemen. - Afternoon, John.

Mr DoIan and Mr Murphy here

are complainin' about their merchandise wagon being plundered

on severaI occasions on the way into town.

They think you're behind it.

- That's a fargin' Iie, and you know it! - Richard.

Sheriff Brady.

until l'm pronounced a thief and shaken out of Lincoln.

I've never touched his property.

l have no cause.

WeII!

The beIted earl has spoken.

Look behind you, Earl. AII I see are hired thieves.

(John) These boys are promising young men acquiring an education.

I've had you pegged as the type that...

that likes...

- educatin' young boys, Englishman. - (laughter)

TunstaII.

Rumour has it you're bidding against me for the government beef contracts.

lt is just rumour, isn't it?

Lawrence, you have a beef outfit and a store.

l have a beef outfit and a store.

We're both going to try to make money.

lt's simple, and it's fair.

You see our good sheriff sittin' on that horse?

Do you know how much money he's got invested in my store?

His Iife savings, John.

lt's notjust Brady who wants me to get those contracts.

lt's the territorial district attorney, the chiefjustice,

This is a family thing, John.

Don't come prancin' in with your fat, foreign capitaI, tryin' to change things.

l made a very long steamship journey from London, Mr Murphy,

so I shaII be damned if l'm going to be dissuaded by political corruption.

So I'd like you to take your threats and your sheriff and get off my property.

You're ambitious, EarI.

But you'd be better off seIIing ladies' undergarments in Hampstead.

(laughter)

AII right, men, that's enough. Put 'em away.

This is a new country. We won't bow down to you no more, EngIishman.

Get ready for hell.

Come on!

Back to work, chaps.

Mr Tunstall? My name's J McCloskey.

l heard you're having some troubIe finding heIp.

McCIoskey? You're one of Murphy's boys.

Used to be. He fired me.

l called him a fat sow.

Did you?

Lovely.

Bunkhouse is over there.

- (gunshots) - Get down!

(laughs)

ReguIators!

Let's dance.

(♪ jig)

- Look at BiIIy Bonney go. - He ain't all there, is he?

He's there enough to be dancin' while we pull our taIIywhackers.

Damn straight.

Come on.

We have to expose this ring, AIex. Can you get me in to see the governor?

Murphy's beat us to it,

and he brought the governor a nice, fat campaign contribution.

They're tightening the yoke, John. They want me out, too.

With me gone, no lawyer wouId be crazy enough to represent you.

You've heard of EngIish tenacity, haven't you?

Here's to enough grit to finish the last round.

Besides, if we gave in and Ieft,

who'd Iook after my boys?

- Oh, uh, medicine. - Oh.

Yes, l shall receive my degree from St MichaeI's in July,

and then l shall practise here in Lincoln until my missionary to the isIands.

Isn't that nice?

Howdy. My name's Doc.

(Murphy) What can l do for you, young man?

lf you're an acquaintance of the young miss,

Why, certainly.

Thank you.

- What's your name? - Yen Sun.

That's beautiful.

You're a friend of Mr Murphy's?

- He is my guardian. - Oh.

- HeIIo, there. - HeIIo back.

WiIIiam Bonney, sir.

Pat Garrett. Pleasure.

Excuse us, friend. We have a request for the band.

Pat Garrett.

I'll bet l get to be just as big as him.

Nah...

bigger.

"So shows the snowy dove trooping with crows,

as yonder lady o'er her feIIows shows."

- Pardon me? - Oh.

That's a poem.

I'm a poet. I wrote it.

I'm sorry, young man, but we must be gettin' along.

We're getting aIong famously.

You're part of the TunstaII company.

- (Doc) Yes, l am. - Ah.

Then I'll be expectin' to see you foIIow your EngIishman out of Lincoln.

You tell him... TeII that sIug to Ieave no slime on the road behind him

when he crawIs back to Wharf Street.

- (woman) OK, Doc. - Hey!

AIex! How ya doin'?

- Someone break up your dance? - Yeah. He's the girl's guardian.

- Guardian? That's a gentle euphemism. - Why?

He had a shirt ruined in a SiIver City Iaundry.

He took the Celestial woman's daughter as payment.

- What? - She's house entertainment.

- You can dance with Susan. lt's safer. - Yeah.

Yeah.

- Out of the way, mister. - l do beg your pardon.

- Come on. You and me. - No, no, no.

No, it's you and l.

- lsn't that right, John? You and I? - Yes, yes, it is.

You... and l.

- PugiIist. - He's somethin'.

Happy New Year!

(cheering)

Happy New Year!

♪ And never brought to mind?

♪ ShouId auId acquaintance be forgot

♪ And days of auId Iang syne?

♪ For auId Iang syne...

♪ ShouId auId acquaintance be forgot

♪ For the sake of auId Iang syne?

♪ For auId Iang syne, my friend...

(whooping)

Go on, BiIIy. Boys will be boys.

Hah!

Woo-hoo!

Woo-hoo-hoo!

Hah! Hah!

No, no! There's too many!

Get out of here!

"For as much as it has pleased AImighty God in his wise providence

to take out of this worId the soul of our deceased brother,

we therefore commit his body to the ground."

"Ashes to ashes, dust to dust."

Murphy's henchmen have to be brought in.

I'm going to take it to court and bring Murphy down.

Have you taIked to Sheriff Brady?

You're the justice of the peace.

You can serve warrants through speciaI constabIes.

What speciaI constabIes? No one's fooI enough to go after Murphy's peopIe.

Deputise them.

Those are just boys. Ain't one of 'em over 21 .

- Murphy's men wiII shred 'em in half. - WiII you deputise them?

HeII, no. No, l won't, Alex.

Not me.

AII right, then. You go teII 'em.

(shouting)

Lugar peligroso.

- Bad medicine, my friends. - You got that right.

- You grew up in a hole worse than that. - Yeah, but I've been cultured since.

OK. Henry HiII's been in there with a lady since noon.

We'll show him the warrant, take him home.

Yeah. Yeah. We gotta take him.

I'd say we do.

Hey, uh, Billy?

Why don't you go inside and have a look-see?

Go on, BiIIy. See if HiII's in there. lf he is, bring him to us.

(man) Yeah, give me two cards.

- l'II take two. - Hey, Hill, want another drink?

Got to drain it first. I'll have Janey here give me a hand.

Doc says not to Iift nothing too heavy.

you taIk to me like that, Henry HiII.

Now what the heII's he doin'?

Get up.

Ah. Oh, Lord. (grunts)

(passes wind)

- Henry HiII? - Yeah?

Howdy.

Oh, God.

Shit!

- By the way, you're under arrest. - (gunshots)

Shit!

Oh, shit!

Bonney! You weren't supposed to smoke anybody!

We got warrants! We're the law!

(laughs)

(Doc) "Nine men Iay dead or at death's door

following a gunfight between Henry HiII, 45,

and what patrons caIIed a kid."

"A local miner identified the kid as one Henry McCarty,

also known as WiIIiam H Bonney, 19 or 20."

"The kid, BiIIy, kiIIed Mr HiII, then took on an onslaught of HiII partisans,

bringing the damage to six verified sIayings."

"Bonney is beIieved to be captain of a deputised gang."

Captain?

How come it don't say nothin' about the two l got?

El Chivato. BiIIy the Kid, huh?

(boy) Murphy's going to want blood, brains and baIIs for this.

- l'm getting out of here. - Hey, Doc.

Don't be stupid. You know they'II be Iooking for us.

Yeah, l know. I'll be back in one minute.

Howdy.

- l cannot accept those. Thank you. - You waIk awfuI fast for a little thing.

Come on, Yen, I just want to taIk.

- You must like troubIe. - You think I Iook Iike trouble?

I'm a poet carrying fIowers, of all things.

And a gun. It's a big gun.

lt's a big town. Come on, Yen, pIease.

Stop!

Look. lf you don't want to take these, that's fine.

But you take a message to your guardian.

You tell LG Murphy the reguIators are going to cIean house.

They can't own us like they own a little China girl for the price of a shirt.

You tell him that.

Yen, l'm sorry.

So, Dick...

who's next?

You.

- Shit. - What's wrong?

l mean I found some. Horseshit.

They come down from the Sierra Bonitas this morning.

Horses been grazin' wild. Pretty damn good, don't you think, Baker?

Not that good.

- Buenos dias, shitheads. - Up.

By killing Henry HiII, you started a war.

By killing Mr TunstaII, y'all started the damn war.

Just the same, we're taIking 50, 60 men against your... what? Six or seven?

- We're with the ring, Dick. - We're going to bury you.

Quiet, Bonney. We're taking you to jaiI. No killing.

Objection, Your Honour.

These boys are going to the grave.

l said quiet! l don't need that kind of talk. The law don't taIk Iike that.

- The law don't kiII innocent merchants. - Shut up, dirt face.

Uh-huh!

Hey, Billy, easy.

Dick, we shouIdn't go by way of South Fork.

- Why's that? - l think Murphy wiII ambush us there.

Hey.

- What? - l saw that.

What? What did you see?

- He knows what I just saw! - What you taIkin' about?

Where's the ambush? ln Lincoln? You're steering us away from Capitan

cos your men - Murphy's men - are waiting to jump us in Lincoln.

BiIIy, McCloskey's with us. He's a reguIator.

- He used to ride with Murphy! - That was a long time ago.

- He's a spy! - He's been with us. We made a pact.

- Right, McCloskey? - Right.

Jesus, BiIIy.

Come on.

Ah, shit. I'm sorry, McCloskey.

lt's aII right. We're aII upset about John.

I'm sorry I didn't sniff you out sooner, traitor!

(Richard) Billy!

- Oh, shit! - BiIIy!

BiIIy, what the heII...? Jesus!

HoId your fire!

- HaIt! - Shit!

No!

- HoId your goddamn fire! - Get that son of a bitch!

Oh, God!

- Court adjourned. - Moron! You're out of line!

He was right. McCIoskey was acting strange.

Then we just kiIIed three more Murphy men! Right?

- Right. - Oh, Christ!

- Brady's going to hang us for sure! - What do we do now?

Everybody close their fargin' Iips for a second and Iet me think!

We better skin out of here.

OK, everybody, skin up the river. Now!

You! You better stop believing the newspapers.

You ain't no captain, and you sure as heII ain't no Robin Hood.

Whatever you say, Dick.

Get that idiot on a horse.

Hah!

"Advices from Lincoln say the young lad of iron nerve and marvellous skill

including a miraculous shot of 50 yards."

There's a picture here. lt says "Billy the Kid" but it ain't Billy.

Let me see that.

WeII, that's me.

That's bullshit. Papers can't get anything right.

"Sources say that the kid, a left-hander, is taII, handsome,

and unequalled in the elements that appeal to the holier emotions."

Jesus, this country needs a hero!

"Murphy has hired none other than John Kinney and his Doña Ana bunch

to hunt down BiIIy the Kid and the gang."

Oh, great. John Kinney.

Who's Kinney?

(Doc) lt says he's an ex-soIdier who suffered an injury

and is now a bounty hunter.

- What's that mean? - lt means he can whoop some ass.

- Hey, Doc. Come here for a minute? - Yeah.

(Charles) Read the rest.

- What's up? - We can't go north.

We can go through the VaIIey of Fires, but there's the Mescalero reservation.

They're having a good year with scalps. l don't think so.

l don't know what the heII to do.

What the heII's he doin'?

We've come to a pIace where we are lost.

When an Indian is Iost, he reaches into the spirit world to find the way.

We're Iost right now, but l'II find us the way.

Oh, Christ! That's all we need, more red-ass Navajo mambojahambo.

We're running out of time here, Chavez.

Is that any good?

Chavez, what is that?

Peyote.

Dick?

(Doc) Butterflies.

Yeah.

Just like a butterfIy.

Butterfly flies to a flower,

stays with it.

lt doesn't know why,

it just feels it.

Oh, yeah.

She's...

She's my fIower.

I'm her...

(gunshot)

Did you guys see the size of that chicken?

Oh.

We don't know why.

We just feeI it.

(gunshot)

(Steve) Oh, God!

You guys! You guys!

Wow.

This is great.

This is great!

Did you see the size of that cock-a-doodle-goddamned-do?

That's reaI. That's reaI!

I'm her butterfIy. She's mine!

- (Richard) ReguIators, saddle up! - (war cry)

Godless heathens.

(war cry)

ReguIators!

Hey, Doc, Doc!

Did you see the size of that chicken?

♪ Gather 'round the coaI house, babe

♪ Two hands 'round and go again

♪ AIIemande left and a turn to your partner

Howdy.

How are you, sir?

Hey, Chavez, how come they ain't killin' us?

Cos we're in the spirit worId, asshoIe! They can't see us!

♪ There's the girI with the golden hair...

Hey, did you know we're in the spirit world?

(Richard) Lord, forgive us for our wrongdoings,

for our misguidance by heathen religions.

Thank you for keeping us alive.

PIease guide us in doing the right thing.

Oh! Ow!

Our Father, who art in heaven,

PIease, Dick, it's getting coId!

l could've kiIIed you, Dick.

l could've kiIIed you... but l don't want to kiII you. I want to eat.

When we've finished this meaI, you rodent,

we're going outside to see who has the right to run the reguIators.

Richard, would you be so kind as to pass the gravy, please?

- Mighty well-heeled man coming. - Just one?

- Uh-huh. - Oh, Lord, it's Buckshot Roberts!

- We got a warrant for him. - ls he coming to surrender?

- Don't look that way. - (Billy) He any good?

He's killed more people than smaIIpox.

WeII, heII, introduce us.

We got a warrant for you, old man.

l ain't got no business with that war no more, peckerhead son of a bitch.

I'm on my own. l'm here to get that $150 Sheriff Brady's putting down for the kid.

The rest of you little shits is onIy worth 1 10, but l'II take it.

What a sweet disposition.

Let's dance.

(screams)

Chavez!

Argh! Ah, shit!

Damn.

(groans)

Chavez?

What?

- (Roberts) You IittIe sons of bitches! - Go into the shitter.

- What? - BiIIy, go in there and cut him in haIf.

I'm daring you, BiIIy.

(Roberts) Y'aII can't blast me!

Screw that!

(groaning)

Cover me.

Dick!

Son of a bitch! Dick, we're coming to get you!

He's dead, Charley.

We got to go get him! We got to go get him!

You want to cross in front of that shithouse again?

What are we gonna do? Dick got his guts bIown out!

- He's our foreman! - Come on.

- Doc, what are we going to do? - Get the hell out of here!

Come on, Charley!

ReguIators! Let's rack out now!

OK!

- Where to, Doc? - l'm going into Patricio if it looks safe.

I'll write Dick's mother in Vermont, get some cIean wraps for this.

WeII, whatever you do, don't go near Lincoln.

See you.

What you doin' there, Billy?

WeII, sir,

with the sight filed down,

l got an eighth-of-a-second drop on our good Sheriff Brady.

(gunshot)

BiIIy, we can't touch the sheriff. Dick said so. You know that.

Besides, we can't keep this up.

WeII, Dick ain't around any more, is he, CharIey?

Brady's in desperate need of being removed from office.

We're not going after Brady.

No Murphy men. No more.

l told you l would find the way, and the way is west.

West, huh?

West is that way,

and the bastards we got to kiII are that way.

The onIy bastards going to get killed are us, Chivato. Let it go.

Let it go? Murphy's taking inventory in Tunstall's store right now!

That means nothing to you?

lt means nothing to me?

Murphy and his politicians have taken more blood from me

than they ever wiII from you.

Oh, yeah? How do you figure?

The Red Sand Creek Reservation.

- What's he talking about? - l don't know.

My mother's people.

Murphy and Company was under contract to suppIy us with beef.

Two winters ago, he sent only rotten meat.

No corn, no flour, onIy rancid beef crawIing with worms.

So I went out with a band to a trader's camp to try and get food.

Oh, yeah, they weIcomed us in, and then they opened fire on us.

l got away - only me!

But when I got back to the Red Sands,

l found out that the army had already heard about our "big Indian uprising".

And they paid us back.

My mother was cut by a sabre from her privates to her neck.

My sisters were just babies. They had their heads bashed in with boot heeIs

so the army couId save buIIets!

Everybody on my reservation was butchered.

And it means nothing to me?!

Oh, yeah, I went to LincoIn to take Murphy's head,

and that's when John Tunstall found me.

And he took me in, and he taught me a better way to bury Murphy.

Murphy buried him the old lrish way, Chavez.

That's right, Steve.

And he starved out your family, Chavez.

Now he's doing it to every small farmer in the territory.

But you wanna run, go ahead. Just go right on ahead.

Bye. You got no IoyaIty, Navajo.

(Steve) Navajo!

He ain't nothin' but a piece of chickenshit in the rain.

No.

We had our ceremony back there on the ridge, Chivato.

Now, I don't know what your vision toId you,

but mine toId me we're headed for bIood, bIood Iike a river.

I'm the Iast of my clan, the last of my peopIe.

lf l die, and l'm not afraid of dying, the sacred hoop is broken.

Now I have to go west to make my people live again.

CharIey...

will you come with me?

You ain't sayin' much, Dirty Steve.

Cos he ain't got much to say, CharIey.

OId Steve understands the meaning of the word "pals", don't you, Steve?

See, you got three or four good pals, then you got yourseIf a tribe.

There ain't nothing stronger than that.

We're your famiIy now, Chavez.

You walk away from us, you break our sacred hoop.

We got to stick together, fellas.

That's the only way l see it.

♪ When Irish eyes are smiling

♪ Sure, it's Iike a morning spring

♪ ln the lilt of lrish Iaughter

♪ You can hear the angels sing

♪ But when Irish eyes are smiling

Shh! Shh! Shh!

lt's me - Doc. OK? Shh!

(laughter)

l know you've come to lay with me then cut me into tiny pieces!

You're the bandit who eats children and oId peopIe!

l eat meat and potatoes. Who toId you that?

My benefactor.

Your benefactor? That's the man that eats peopIe.

Yen, if you want to stay here, tell me now, and I'll go.

Do you want to stay here?

ln China, girls are not necessary. When we have fIoods,

fathers Iet the girl babies wash by. My benefactor has made me necessary.

He hasn't made you necessary. He's made you a sIave!

I'm sorry.

Necessary is something you can't do without.

l can't do without you.

l keep the flowers that you offered me

in a little room inside my head...

Often, l say yes.

l want to ask something else of you now.

l want you to go with me to Roswell.

There's a railroad going to New York City.

Two days, we could be on a train, in another country, in a city together.

"The Bird", by Josiah G ScurIock. That's Doc.

"Once upon a midnight dreary,

as I pondered weak and weary,

there came a knocking at my... back porch."

Ain't very original, is he?

He's been gone an awful long time.

l have a feeling he's gonna be makin' a run for it.

Who? Doc?

Nah, Doc likes me.

lf l stay, l'II be a stiff in a photograph. The onIy chance I have is to run.

- They would chase us. - l'm used to that.

No.

l am uncIean. That is not for a young man.

Yen, l used to ride with the Dirty Underwear Gang of Liberty, Missouri.

Then John TunstaII taught me the past is like an old yellow novel.

When you're finished with it, you toss it out and start a new one.

OK?

- You're necessary. - (footsteps)

(knock at door)

- Go with me. Come with me, Yen. - No.

(Murphy) Yen Sun!

Yen Sun!

(keys rattle)

- Hey, Steve! - What?

Doc's back. l told you he'd come back.

ReguIators, let's saddIe up!

Sheriff Brady,

we're gonna have a lot of fun now.

What the heII's he doin'?

(Steve) He ain't all there, is he?

Is he?

Top o' the mornin' to you, girls. (laughs)

Reap the whirlwind, Sheriff Brady.

Reap it!

- (Billy) It's for you. - (Alex) You weren't to touch Brady!

Sheriff Brady sent the men who killed John.

- lt was a good move for us. - lt wasn't.

- Yes, it was! - Have you seen The lndependent?

The governor's revoked your deputisation.

You're wanted by the legitimate Iaw as weII as those outside the Iaw.

You're being hunted by John Kinney, Murphy's men, and troops!

Fort Stanton, BiIIy! The US Army.

The governor's put a $200 bounty on your head.

You were supposed to serve 1 1 warrants and expose the ring.

lnstead, you went on the warpath, on a rampage.

Now Richard's dead. We're Iivin' up here Iike fugitives.

What the heII do you think you're doin'?

l don't know.

Maybe l'm tryin' to get some attention,

or to get President Hayes to look this way.

They Iet Murphy and his bankers get away with anything. l can't aIIow that.

The more bastards l dust, the more news stories they write.

The more troops they send after us,

the more President Hayes has to come down, see for himself what's going on.

Then he'll find out who's really doing the killing.

AIex.

What are you gonna do?

I'm gonna try to reach the president myself, legally.

lt won't be easy to get past the governor.

l got plans for the governor.

What if you can't get in touch with Hayes?

I'll go back to Lincoln and reopen John's store.

- That's what John wouId want. - We'll escort you.

You'd be a death sentence to anyone now, BiIIy. I don't want your heIp.

you didn't see what they did to John.

We did.

Christ, Billy.

Thank you, Billy.

BiIIy, pIease, go to OId Mexico.

PIease.

(Billy) Gentlemen, Iet's ride.

- AIex... - What the heII happened, Doc?

lt is a whirIwind out there.

When you're in it, you can't get out.

I'm sorry.

l was wonderin' if you remember that China doII -

you know, at the dance... the fandango?

l was sort of thinkin', cos you're a lawyer and aII,

maybe there was a legal way...

l don't even have enough ground to stand on any more, Doc. I mean it.

OK. Yeah.

Thanks.

Take care of yourseIf, Alex.

OK?

- What's the matter? - l don't know.

He's just bellyachin' about somethin' or another.

He got mighty spooked.

Dirty Steve toId me, BiIIy. He told me what they're writin' in the papers.

Steven toId him about the party Sheriff Peppin's plannin' for us.

Party? Oh, you mean the hangin'.

Cállate, Chivato.

Goddammit, BiIIy!

You ever seen a man hanged?

His face turns purpIe, and his eyes come up on him.

l seen Red Smitty hang.

BiIIy. I don't think Charley wants to hear about Red Smitty.

l think what he'd Iike to hear is that we're not going to hang.

You mess your trousers, they say.

Gals watchin' and everything.

WeII, if we get caught, CharIey, we're gonna hang.

But there's many a slip 'twixt a cup and a Iip.

We got to do somethin' before they catch us.

Y'aII got to Iet me do somethin'.

OK, Charley.

CharIey, this is your last wish?

Get your carrot wet? You could do that in Juárez.

Somethin' caIIed a speciaI woman, dirt face. You'll understand that one day.

AII right, gentlemen, square up and shell out for Bowdre.

We'll be in the den.

- YeII if you need any heIp. - You know what to do, don't you?

What's your name?

CharIey.

WeII, CharIey,

l don't remember you but l guess you remember me.

l meet so many young men out for the first. You know how it is.

Why don't you come over here, CharIey?

Uh, ma'am,

l just want to hold you.

Whatever your pIeasure, Charley,

but it all costs the same.

(man) DarIin', when a man rides 200 miles for a job,

you can bet he's gonna get thatjob done.

lf this BiIIy the Kid's around town Iike peopIe say,

he is $200 flat dead on this bar.

You can't kiII what you can't catch.

These mestizos,

they say that BiIIito's half horse,

half devil.

But who knows? Maybe a strong, big Texas man Iike you can do...

You gonna kill BiIIy the Kid?

Does a horse piss where she pIeases?

(man) If he's man enough to come around here.

(Billy) ls that the gun you're gonna shoot him down with?

Can I touch it?

PIease?

You know, sir, I do admire you,

and l sure wouId Iike to touch the gun that's gonna kiII Billy the Kid.

- You know iron, boy? - Yes, sir.

Go ahead, then.

Have a Iook.

Pass her back. That gun kiIIed Ed RoIIins.

Is that right?

Let's have a IittIe round of stone fence for every little lady in the house.

OK. Pass it back, son.

Stroke a gun like that, you might as weII be strokin' a man's woman. Pass it up.

Whoop!

AII right. Now, you best be on your way before you get hurt.

Uh, I'm Ieavin' right now,

and l wanna know what to look for in case l run into him.

dresses Iike a dandy, and he's a Ieft-hander.

PeopIe say he's fond of whistlin' sad baIIads.

Now, you get out in the street and see somebody that fits that biII,

you just come whisperin' to me.

OK.

Bye-bye.

Hey! I see him!

Right there! Don't you see him?

Is that so, now?

You know, boy, I'm gettin' a little tired of your wise lip.

before I have to drop your britches in front of aII these fine Iadies

and spank your IittIe bottom blue.

(♪ whistles sad ballad)

Yeah, sure. You are a testy IittIe cuss.

(gun clicks)

(clicks)

(♪ continues whistling)

(laughs)

Hey, Doc, how many does that make? 25?

Five.

We'll call it ten, ten even. How'd that be?

Whatever you say.

lt's John Kinney!

Come on!

Whoa!

God! Argh!

Where are they?

"His hat was covered with gold and jewels."

"lt sparkIed in a dazzIing, bIinding manner when one looked upon it."

Aah! Oh!

l know, l know. lt breaks my heart, too.

"The shoes worn by this young, left-handed prince of the pIains

were Iow-quartered with patterned siIver spurs in the heeIs."

l ain't Ieft-handed.

BiIIy,

l was thinkin' about our course.

lt looks like we've just done a big circIe twice.

And?

lt also looks like we're going back into Lincoln.

We are.

- Ain't a good idea, BiIIy. - BiIIy, what are you thinkin'?

BiIIy, we're Iucky to be aIive. Goin' back to LincoIn, that's crazy.

- We'll find the men who kiIIed John. - lt's 100 against five!

(mocking) "lt's 100 against five!"

We take Murphy, and the ring faIIs.

We take him, we win this war. Then it'll be over.

- Can't get to him, Billy. - (Chavez) It's not just 100 men.

There's bounty hunters, too, everywhere we go... but not west.

l chose your way, but l don't trust it any more.

CaIifornia sounds about right to me.

You're all scared.

- And you're gonna faiI the test. - What test?

You have to test yourseIf every day.

Once you stop testin' yourseIf, you get sIow.

When that happens, they kiII you.

You fellas don't feeI that?

Like when John Kinney's riding up on our ass

and the blood goes right to your head?

Ha-ha! Woo!

- lt's quite a sensation. - (Doc) Yeah, l bet it is.

I'm sure you hear trumpets sound and angels sing a hymn.

l shit in my goddamn britches!

OK? We've taken enough goddamn Murphy scalps!

We cannot win this war, not the five of us.

Do you understand?

No.

BiIIy, you want to get the president's attention, go ahead.

You want to keep testing yourseIf? Fine.

Come morning, l'm a Mexican.

Yeah, BiIIy. Yeah, me, too.

Mexico, huh?

- Yeah. - Yeah.

l see. You're testin' yourseIves, and you don't even know it.

- Old Mexico - that's a hoot. - What do you mean?

They'll cover every possible which way from Texas to Arizona.

John Kinney knows everyone along the border.

There's a fuII day's ride through them thorns,

which also makes a good hiding pIace for scaIp hunters and lndians.

The chances of making Old Mexico?

WeII, heII.

That's the test of all tests, if you ask me.

I'm in.

I'm really not liking him.

- (woman) ¡El Chivato! - (man) ¡El Chivato!

¡El Chivato!

"Dear Governor Ax-teII..."

- AxteII. - Right.

"l have heard that you wiII give..." What is it?

- 200. - "..$200 for my head."

"Perhaps we should meet and taIk."

"l am at the Juárez village at the border."

"Send three men

and instruct them not to shoot,

as I am unarmed."

"ln short, sir,

l surrender."

"Your obedient servant, WiIIiam H Bonney."

Damn good ridin' with you, Chavez.

Many nights, my friend...

many nights, I put a bIade to your throat while you were sIeeping.

I'm gIad I never killed you, Steve.

You're all right.

"PS,

l changed my mind. Kiss my ass."

CharIey's gettin' married!

(♪ lively music)

Anybody asks you where you got that hat,

tell them Billy the Kid gave it to you.

Now, go on, get out of here.

(gun cocking)

- Pat Garrett. - That's right.

What are you doing in here? No one's supposed to come in here.

Going back to Louisiana for family business.

Wanted to see the boy who's become a sensation.

- How'd you find me? - l'm a tracker.

Gonna be hell as a sheriff.

- What are you saying, Pat? - The officials have asked me to run.

WeII, then, I'm asking you to run, too -

that way,

or I'll take your shittin' scalp like l did Brady's.

BiIIy, I ain't the law yet.

I've come to teII you some bad news about a friend we share.

McSween, TunstaII's lawyer.

- What about Alex? - He's going to die tomorrow.

He and his wife, at his house.

Murphy knows he's coming back to Lincoln.

They're going to pay him a visit.

- What time do they expect him? - Suppertime.

to give the man and his wife a rightfuI escort across the border.

Ain't been to Louisiana for a speII.

I'll see you, BiIIy.

Hey, Garrett.

Are you my friend?

Yes, l am, Bill.

(gunshot)

(Billy) ReguIators!

(gun barrel clicking)

(Billy) Hey, CharIey.

Maybe you should stay.

You can't shoot worth a piss anyhow.

Your girl's crying. Giving me a headache.

CharIey, you got a wife now.

You should stay.

Ain't easy havin' paIs.

Hah!

- AIex? - AIex?

What in the name of...?

AIex, Iet's go. Word's out - they're gonna come kiII you.

Dammit, Billy, l told you not to come here.

- l'm not leaving my house. - (Billy) If you stay, they'll kill you.

Then I'll have to go around and kill all the guys who killed you.

- That's a Iot of kiIIing. - You heard me, Billy.

You heard me!

We can't just stay here and hope that the good Lord saves us...

Susan, I'm sick.

l can't go to OId Mexico.

Out in the middle of the street! Come on!

Don't fret, Alex. The trip's postponed.

- They're coming around the front. - Shit.

Bring those wagons up. Quickly! Keep the house covered.

lt's Peppin.

Get that wagon over!

Joe, move it!

- Murphy men. - (cocks gun)

CharIey?

How's it over by you? Can we break?

Uh.

Hey, CharIey! How is it?

lt... it's John Kinney.

l think the word you got was a trap to get us all together in the same place.

My God, Iook at them all. lt's gonna be a massacre.

Take care of the horses!

- lt... it's John Kinney. - WeII, maybe they just want us.

No.

They figure they can end the war right here, in one fell swoop.

- That's what they're about to do. - lt's John Kinney!

Thank you very much, CharIey!

Jesus.

Come on, move it.

CharIey.

Oh, God.

Hanging for sure now.

Hm.

AII right.

Take a Iook at the firepower down here.

Y'aII come on out! ReaI sIow!

You up there, Bonney?

Let's have some fun, Doc. Yeah, l'm here, you bastard!

What the heII are we gonna do now?

We're gonna show these guys they've finaIIy met their match.

- Hey, Peppin? - l'm hearin' you, Bonney!

l see you got Charley Crawford down there with you.

Yeah, we got a whole lot...

- Oh, my God! - Damn!

Hey, Peppin? Charley Crawford ain't with you any more!

Bastard! Fire!

- You aII right, Doc? - Yeah.

Boy, these boys won't give up!

You OK, ma'am? You OK?

You OK?

- Charley? - Yeah.

Take two rifles, go on upstairs.

Doc? You go up with him. Load heavy!

Steve? Go on up and cover the north side.

AIex?

This may be your Iast chance to handle John's case.

Active participation in a gun battle

(man) We know you can shoot, Bonney! We can, too! Give it up!

Chavez?

(creaking)

Chivato.

(Billy) They sent in the troops. (laughs)

BiIIy, we're good, but this is getting ridicuIous.

Dismount!

l like these odds. (laughs)

Mr Murphy. Judge BristoI.

- We got aII the rats in one hole. - What's been taking so long?

We didn't want the army here. We don't need that kind of attention.

- Son of a bitch. - (man) Quite a bit of excitement.

Why are you here, Nathan?

l was dispatched here to make sure it doesn't get out of hand.

lf you have any hopes for a poIiticaI future,

you wiII respond to our suggestions.

And what do you suggest, sir?

Full miIitary attack. Destroy them.

China! SoIdiers, stop her!

Yen!

Stop her! China!

China!

(Doc) Yen!

- (Murphy) The troops're being fired on. - Cover me.

But your... the girI!

- Burn it! - Excuse me?

Burn it!

- (Nathan) Mr Murphy! - Never mind, Colonel.

TeII your troops not to mind my men when they go around back.

(Nathan) Sergeant, put your men on the line!

- Six squads up front. - Come on, let's go.

Fire!

(Nathan) HoId your fire!

Dammit, cease fire!

Hey, Billy, please.

l got to go. l got to go.

l got a wife. l got a wife. She's this little Mexican gal. PIease!

CharIey, start whipping some ass or you'll never see her again!

Now, come on, Charley.

Go on, now! Come on, giddup!

That's it. Come on, let's go!

They Iit it, boys! They Iit the house!

(Nathan) Mr Bonney! Mr McSween!

This is Colonel Nathan Dudley!

Come on out with your hands high!

"With your hands high."

l better reason with him.

Hey, Colonel Shithead! You can kiss my ass!

Goddamn it, Billy!

You get President Hayes down here, then we'II come out!

- We'll see how they like that. - (gunfire)

Hey, Kinney, you bastard!

I'm going to shoot your ass!

I'll shoot you from here to Patricio if l have to, you shit dog!

- Yeah, CharIey. - (Charley) Maniac!

(yells)

Get 'em!

Maniac!

Yeah, Charley!

Yeah!

- Yeah, CharIey! - Yeah! Yeah!

Yeah, Charley!

Yeah!

Woooo!

Yeah.

(laughs)

Yeah, Charley.

AIex! Get Susan out of here!

- Come on, get out. - Stop.

- No, I want my things. - Susan, come on, get out!

(screams)

There's a woman coming out! Let my wife come out!

HoId it. There's a Iady coming out. HoId your fire!

Yen, go home.

- Go! - l stay with you.

Necessary.

(coughs)

CoIoneI.

CoIoneI, can I do anything for you, sir? Back in the tent, perhaps?

l have no time for compIaints. Go to the other side of the street

so I can do my j...

- You animal. - Get her out of here! Take her away!

Leave me aIone!

AIex!

Where's Chavez? Where the hell's Chavez?

- l don't know! - What?

He's gone. He must have skinned out!

l knew it! That dirty Mexican dog!

l... l...

l knew we shouldn't have trusted him! l knew it!

We're gonna die in here and he's out there doin' it with his horse!

l knew it! l just knew it!

(coughing)

Yeah!

(roars)

Run!

Chavez!

Yeah!

ReguIators!

BiIIy!

(screams)

Hey, Kinney, you bastard, it's you and I!

Doc!

Go, go, go!

He's getting away! DudIey! Get that son of a bitch!

- Ride, boys! - (Murphy) Dudley!

- Get that son of a bitch! - Ride!

Those bastards...

Reap it, Murphy, you son of a bitch.

Now it's over.

(Doc) Advices from Lincoln report Jose Chavez Y Chavez moved to California

where he changed his name and took work on a fruit ranch.

Josiah "Doc" Scurlock was reported to have left the West for the East,

taking with him a Celestial bride, her mother, and 14 brothers and sisters.

Susan McSween saw her husband's and John Tunstall's dreams to fruition

by becoming one of the most prominent cattle women of all time.

Governor Axtell was forced to resign by president Rutherford B Hayes

and both the Murphy-Dolan faction and the Santa Fe ring collapsed.

William H Bonney - also known as Billy the Kid -

continued to ride, never leaving New Mexico.

He was caught in Fort Sumner by the sheriff Pat Garrett and killed.

Sources report that he was unarmed and shot in the dark.

He was buried with Charley Bowdre in Old Fort Sumner.

Advices report that an unidentified person snuck into the graveyard

The epitaph read only one word:

"Pals."