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Mr. Roberts?

William Roberts?

Thought you lost me.

Well, you weren't kidding, were you?

Uh!

Charles Phalen, sir.

Stackpole, Mcfee, Lassiter,
and Phalen Attorneys at law.

How you doing?

So...

what is it I can do for you, sir?

I'm dying...

and I want to go before the governor...

I want to be pardoned.

Pardoned?

For what?

For the killing of 21 men.

I was promised a pardon...

70 years and three months ago.

And you tell him...

that you're bringing
in Richard Bill Roberts...

alias William Antrim.

- Also known as William H. Bonney...
- Whoa, whoa, whoa. William H. Bonney?

...alias Billy the Kid.

Billy the Kid, huh?

Billy the Kid was shot
and killed by Pat Garrett.

Everybody knows that.
It's common knowledge.

There are other lawyers around,
you piece of chickenshit.

Get back in your vehicle and drive,

before I make it 22.
Just for the goddamn hell of it!

Can you show me some evidence?

Scars or something? I don't know.

You have any scars?

What I'm going to tell you
is historical fact.

It took place a year
after the great McSween fire of 1878,

What some call the end
of the Lincoln County War.

That's him.

When they ask who drew first...

- I got the drop on him.
- Say what you will.

I figure to get at least 100 dogies
for his trigger finger.

Wait.

Do I know you?

Yeah.

Yeah, you know me. You do.

- Yeah.
- Yeah.

What's your name?

Travers...

from Tularosa.

Travers.

No.

Why you just didn't want to hide out
up in the canyons.

Don't make the sense god gave a mule.

I don't know.

Well, now, this here's a dandy.

I'd taken up
with Arkansas Dave Rudabaugh.

And Patrick Floyd Garrett.

Me and Garrett had a common interest
in the horse and cattle trade.

Contrary to what they say,
I liked the son of a bitch.

Now, most of the boys that ran with me
during that little war are...

dead, or gone, or hiding.

But I never let them push me out.

New Mexico territory was my home.

Well...

- should we give him a proper burial?
- Yeah. Why not?

And I was making one hell
of a name for myself.

Um, Friday?

Good. Very good, Pietro.

Okay, so we have "Friday...

family...

fulminate."

What else?

Over there.

- Watch?
- Watch. Very good.

Uh...

Wobbly!

Don't move.

Hey, Dave. Put your lips around that.

- How you doing, Beever?
- What happened to you?

Juanita.

Patrick.

Militia's been through, and the cavalry,

And they keep on coming. When you was
in the Guadalupes,

they sent in a new governor to clean up.

He's going through the territory
like the pox.

Running in everybody who fired a shot
in the Lincoln war.

Dragging them all back across
the whole damn country.

This says, "General Lew Wallace
has proclaimed a state of insurrection."

They're fixing to do a big exterminating.

And, Kid, you're on the top
of their hanging list.

They want to put you down.

- Are you...Billy the Kid?
- Nah.

But I am Arkansas Dave Rudabaugh.

You ever hear of me?

I killed 65 men, not counting
Mexicans and Indians.

You must have heard of me.
Come on. Rudabaugh!

Great.

I'd like some Frijoles,
and some coffee.

Please.

Get out of here, boy! If I have
to tell you one more goddamn time,

I'll put an iron to you!

Goddamn vagrant!

Came out in the orphan train.

- Eating out of my ashcans.
- Come over here.

Stealing bread from my ovens.

You know who I am?

Yes.

Yes?

Where are you from? New York?

Pennsylvania.

What you got in that satchel?

Eastern tenderfoot
son of a bitch!

Beever, leave him alone, shut up!

So what do you want?

You want to just...

look at me?

Go on. Have a look.

I want to ride the trail with the Kid.

Billy the Kid.

Prince of p...

piss...

Prince of pistoleers.

Hey, Beever. Hey, Beever.
Did you hear that?

Prince of pistoleers.

I haven't heard that one before.

You want to ride with Billy the Kid?

Hmm?

Is that what you want?

You want lead shot in your leg like this?

Huh? How about in your skull?

Hiding out in the damn brush
like some kind of lizard.

Everybody in the territory trying to take
a shot at you. Boom, boom, boom!

Is that what you want,
Mr. Pennsylvania, huh?

Huh? Is that what you want?

Yes.

Yes?

Beever...

puff away then.

I got you, you little vagrant!

- Let go of me!
- Get out!

Uh!

And stay the hell out!

Soldados! Andele! Andele!

What do you keep
bothering me for?

Can't you see I run a respectable place?

- Go on. Bother somebody else, will you?
- Shut up, Beever!

What's the matter?

You only like boys?

- Hey! They're bringing someone in!
- Got one!

They got somebody!

Hey, look at him.

- Woo-hoo!
- Scurlock!

Doc Scurlock. Open her up, bell.

- What you doing, boy?
- Yeah!

Know what they're doing, boy?

Nice to see you again, Doc.

I got a few of your friends
waiting for you.

Scurlock? I know you.

You been delivered into me hands,
you stinkin' Presbyterian filth!

Oh, Chavez.

Good to see you.

"When troubles come, they come
not single spies, but in battalions."

- Josiah G. Scurlock.
- I never wrote that.

I always wanted to tell you.

William Shakespeare wrote it.
You look good.

What about a drink, Doc?

Where'd they catch you?

Seven rail days east.

Wife?

Child.

Chavez, where the hell is he?

Billy.

Whoa, whoa.

Heavy steps, patsy.

Hey, Gracias.

A messenger came through town today.
From the new governor.

He wants to meet with you.

He can't catch you. You're making him
look a fool.

Go on.

- He wants to talk treaty.
- You're boshing me.

He wants you to turn state's evidence
and testify.

Testify against who?

Against the Murphy boys he's got
in that pit in Lincoln.

You can hang your old enemies, Kid.

It's the only chance
you got to save your neck.

You got no place left to hide.

So everybody's looking for me.
Hmm.

Hey...

Paulita Maxwell around?
She looking for me?

Getting kind of lonely in here.

You know, I don't think Paulita Maxwell's
looking for you.

I think Celsa Baca's looking for you.

Whoa! Celsa Baca! You got to bear grease
the damn walls

to get that pig in here.

Yeah? That's the only thing
we'd have to bear grease.

Garrett!

Well, Garrett was right.

I was running out of places to hide.

And here was Governor Lew Wallace,

the second best-known man in New Mexico,

proposing to make a treaty
with me in Lincoln.

Then why give up the sanctuary
of a little village

where I was protected by my friends?

Buenos dias, Ignio. Como estas?

Hola, Billy.

I found him! He's...

Well, I'll tell you why.

'Cause $500 cuts a lot of ties.

Ah, damn it, Ignio.

Come on!

Move out! All right!

Go around back!

Keep it down!

Sergeant Turner!

Hya, hya, hya!

Ride, little casino.

Come on! Git, git, git! Woo!

Go, Billy!

Your Excellency, it's him.

- He's here.
- Well, show him in.

Hi.

Mr. Bonney?

I appreciate your good faith.

Who are you?

I'm Governor Lew Wallace.

Extraordinary.

I was expecting a rather rough
and older fellow.

Not so smooth a face.

- Cognac, Mr. Bonney?
- No.

Well, then. To the point.

The various crimes committed
during the Lincoln cattle war.

Excuse me, sir.

It was no cattle war.

It was a merchant war.
Irish against the English.

They killed my employer, Mr. Tunstall.

And I made war.

Those men that killed your employer...

the group that evaded the revenge
of your so-called "Regulators"...

they've become a rather rough bunch
since this merchants' war.

Cutting prominent ranchers' herds
like John Chisum's.

- Yes, sir, they have.
- And you have, too.

However...

you're one and the Murphy-Dolan rustlers
are many.

If you can testify against what you saw
in your little war...

I can then eliminate the many.

Well...

- what about the one?
- My terms are simple.

Your testimony against those
who murdered your employer

- in exchange for leniency.
- No.

My testimony in exchange
for a full pardon.

- Well, I'm afraid that's...
- I testify...

and I ride out of Lincoln a free man.
If not, I ride out of Lincoln now.

Any of your boys try to follow me,
they'll wind up in a pine box.

If you were given pardon,
you would leave New Mexico...

never to return?

You go on the stand and help me hang
15 rustlers.

And I'll give you pardon.

Of course, 15 minutes later,

the Murphy boys will shoot you
dead as a mangy dog in the street.

So we'll arrest you.

A staged arrest for your own protection
before the trial.

But that's for you to decide.

Can I have some of that cake?

Pendleton.

Uh-uh, Pendleton.

Uh-uh.

The uh, the white cake...

with the sweet frost.

So, shall we proclaim our secret parley
a success?

It's a deal.

When the neck is broken, there's only
a sharp pain. Fast.

Then, if the other place accepts you,
a spirit horse comes

and takes you there to the other side.

So don't worry too much.

When you die, you gotta see
the spirit horse.

She'll come for you, my friend.

Great. Let me tell you something,
Chavez...

I don't really wanna catch a spirit horse.
I don't even wanna see the other side.

I sure as hell don't wanna have
my neck broke to a sharp, quick pain.

Only thing I really wanna do
is get the hell out of here.

Me, too.

Well done, William.
Splendid performance.

However, there are three candles left
and only two bullets.

Splendid, splendid!
What did I say? Didn't I tell you?

Mr. Bonney. District Attorney Ryerson's
here to see you.

The governor thinks it's best If you have
your restraints on.

Hey, Sheriff?

Can you bring that fiddle player in again?
He was quite good.

How about some more of that cake
when you get a chance?

And it's getting a little nippy in here.
Could you stoke up that fire?

Thanks, George.

Yes, sir.

I was starting to grow fond
of prison life.

Top of the morning to you, Mr. Bonney.
Finally in chains, are you?

Still trying to keep up your game?

Well, we'll be seeing you on the floor
of the courts very soon.

I ain't being tried.

I'm testifying against Dolan
and all the other swine

who killed my friend John Tunstall.
Yes, sir.

Are the bloody cocks
still running the coop?

Ah, to be sure, that's right.

Who gives testimony,

is strictly within the discretion
of the prosecuting attorney.

Who happens to be me...

who happens to think...

not a bloody chance in the pit of Hades!

Uh!

You can't bluff me.

No.

I'll charge you, sentence you...

I will hang you...

but I'd never bluff you.

See for yourself.

The governor's on his way
back to Santa Fe now.

Pardon Billy the Kid?
Impossible!

I should have dusted
His Excellency's regal ass

when I had the chance.

He didn't exactly lie to me.

He just didn't have the power
against the Irish politicians

who were still running Lincoln county.

Good day, Mr. Bonney.

Good day, Mr. Dung Pile.

Ain't that a beauty?

Another historical
and biological fact

was that I had small hands
and big wrists.

And that has saved my life more times
than Colonel Colt's equalizer.

Looks like it's getting near
to supper time.

You boys hungry?

I got two lots of news for you.
Good and bad.

I'll give you the bad news first.
All we got for supper is horse shit.

- What the hell's the good news?
- There's tons of it.

The world hates a smart mouth, Scurlock.

Of course, you're going to realize
that tomorrow

when you swing from that gallows.

That's if the Lynch Mob
don't come for you first,

which I here tell they intend to do.

Let me know if you boys want some dessert.

- Howdy, Bell.
- Evening.

Howdy, boys.

If they stick their fingers up again,

I'll blow them off like
I did yours, eh, Moffat?

If there was one thing
an outlaw feared

in the New Mexico territory,

it was Lynch Mob justice.

Right on time.

With no patience for courts
and trials, they did it their own way.

And there was no stopping them,
mainly 'cause the so-called law...

Howdy.

...had no damn intentions
of stopping them.

- You're a bit late.
- Vigilantes!

Jeez, it's a Lynch Mob! Jeez!

Kid's escaped, the little weasel.

- Oh, I'm sure he did, mister.
- See for yourself.

Open the pit.

Get out of the way!

No Billy the Kid in there.

It's true! He's gone!

- We might as well go.
- We got some of his Regulators in there.

The Indian and tenderfoot

rode with the Kid
on the Tunstall-McSween side.

- How'd they be?
- Well, shit. They'll have to do.

Bring them up.

Pick your tree, breed.

Stop! I order you as a peace officer
of Lincoln county!

Gentlemen, I'm a school teacher
from the city of New York.

And the breed back there,
well, he's my guide.

And I believe you're about to make
an enormous error.

We know you rode with the boy-devil,
and you're going to hang for it.

I swear to you, I never even
laid eyes on him.

I was a schoolteacher
from the city of New York!

"I'm a schoolteacher
from the city of New York!"

Howdy, Doc. How are your drawers?

Nice to see you again, Billy.

- It's the Kid!
- Come on, let's get out!

Jesus,

you sure got a lot of boys
riding with you these days.

Them ain't my boys.
It's the real Lynch Mob!

Let's get out!
Hya! Hya!

Hya!

Hya! Hya!

Hya! Git, git, git!

Woo! Woo!

- Hya! Hya!
- Look out!

- Where'd they go?
- I don't know. They went over that way!

Woo!

Come on!

Hya!

I think we got him!

Hey! Hey!
Hurry!

We got to skin out of here! Come on!

Hold still now.

Got this buckshot infection in my elbow.

Makes my right arm kind of...Whoa!

- Hold still now.
- I am still.

Just shoot the chain, okay?

Goddamn. It's good to see you, Doc.

I knew you'd come back.

We made a pact, remember?
You, me and Chavez.

- Pals forever.
- Billy, the chain. Come on.

Look. I don't care if you guys

swapped spittle and pissed
in each other's boots.

I don't take to tenderfoots in my gang,

and I definitely don't take
to no Mexicans.

It ain't your gang, Dave.

Mexican-Indian, you son of a bitch.

Oh! I'm sorry!

Hey, tell me something, Chavez.

Was it the savages putting
it to a Mexican whore,

or was it an Indian whore putting it
to the whole goddamn Mexican army?

- Ho, ho, ho!
- Come on!

Goddamn it.

Remember something, Dave.

These boys are
the Lincoln County Regulators.

Yeah. Was.

Were. Billy, come on.
The chain.

You're right, Doc. Were.

There ain't no Regulators no more.

No room for them.

- No room for me.
- Billy, please.

I'm taking the Mexican blackbird.

What?
What are you taking?

The broken trail
that go down to old Mexico.

Only me and a few other boys know it.

Take the trail below.

And Doc, once you're down there,

these basket men, pay them,

and they'll come up, and they'll get
your belongings,

your family, whatever you need.

Come here, Billy.

Why don't you just shoot the chain, okay?

All right. Listen here. Mount up.

We're taking the Mexican blackbird, huh?
Old Mexico. Let's go.

- Come on.
- Where'd you find him?

That's pretty good.

It's for you.

It's from New York.
It's for the horse.

That horse ain't for sale, Doc,
but, uh...

how about my boots?
They're nice and broke...

Son of a bitch!

Come on, Billy. Kill that tenderfoot
son of a bitch!

Oh, get on top of him!
Come on!

Come on. Break it up, Billy!

I know you,
you son of a bitch!

You know me, huh?

Well, I know you, Scurlock!

You killed half the men I got credit for.
I saw you with blood all over yourself.

I saw you kill!

Just because you went back east
and married, put on a silk cravat,

- that don't change what you did!
- Damn it, Chavez! Let me at him!

You remember John Tunstall?

Remember the stories he'd tell us
about the three Chinamen playing fan-tan?

Someone runs up to them and says, "Hey!
The world is coming to an end."

And the first one says,
"Well, I best go to the mission and pray."

And the second one says, "Well, hell!

I'm gonna go buy me a case of mescal
and six whores."

And the third one says,
"Well, I shall finish the game."

I shall finish the game, Doc.

Whoever's going for old Mexico,
we ride now.

Josiah, this ain't the untamed prairie
you used to run free over.

- I got a family I got to get back to...
- The new governor was a general at Shiloh.

He's got militia, he's got army,

he's got money to pay glory hunters
to run you day and night.

And they're on their way...

and they will kill you, Doc.

You take care of yourself, Pat.

They'll catch you, Doc, and catch me.

Everybody but him. The villagers say
he's Diablero.

He can change into a coyote,
disappear, and never gets killed.

Me?

I just think he's the luckiest
white eye in New Mexico.

But he'll cross the border. He will.

Chavez, I can't ride with him anymore.

Trying to spend the last year
forgetting about him.

Read about him in the newspaper
and them damn five cent books.

Jesus Christ, the children
in New York city

imitate him in the streets.

He's in my sleep.

You got to understand what I'm saying.
It's over.

When the spirit horse comes,
then it's over.

Well, Chavez knew
what he was talking about.

He had seen the soldiers
murder his entire family...

and he'd been hunted down
like a dog and thrown in the pit.

He knew his only chance was to skin out
and head south.

Hya! Hya!

But Doc, he did have
something else to go back to...

and although him and me
were like brothers

and he really wanted to
ride with me,

he just needed some time
to think about it.

Oh, no.

Okay, ready? Grab a hold. Lift him up.

Where's the hammer?

Luke, give us a hand.

That's it. Got it?

There we go.

We want his head.

You understand that,
Sheriff Kimbel?

I want you to get on your horse,
and I want you to track this little fiend

to the edge of the earth.

I want you to assassinate him.
I want you to deliver his head in burlap!

I'd rather drink turpentine
and piss on a brush fire.

I ain't touchin' this one.

Billy, where are the men you promised us?

- I thought you said you had an army.
- I do.

Here it comes.

Jesus...

Just one? That's all you could find?

No one want to come.

Everyone afraid.

- Are you a farmer?
- Yes, sir.

My name's Hendry William French.

You ever shoot anybody before,
Hendry William French?

You ever shoot anything before?

- Sage hen.
- Sage hen!

Ah...

Well, tell me something, Hendry.
Why is it you want to join my gang, huh?

Well, I ain't...

I ain't a farmer no more.

Uh, lost my wife to the pox...

- lost my land to the money men.
- Hey, big casino...

why don't you saw a foot
off of this thing?

In case we run into Governor Wallace
on the way.

I don't think I'm gonna
make this one, Kid.

What do you mean?

You got to come with us, Pat.

What are you going to do, stay here
and scrub pots for Beever?

I may have old Beever scrub
the pots for me.

I'm buying this place. Turning it into
an eating house.

There's wildcat money coming in here.
I got to stake my piece

while I still got a fair enough name.

What name?

You'd be riding with known men, Patsy.

You always wanted to be
a known man in New Mexico.

Hell, I'll be a known man.
Next time you ride through here,

there'll be a big old sign out
there, that says "Garrett's place."

It's time I got an income
that ain't from stealing horses.

Well, you remember something, Pat,

I never stole a horse
from someone I didn't like.

If I didn't like them, I just wouldn't
even bother with them.

No. He'd just kill them.

Hey, come on, Pat! You're one of us!

You've always been one of us!

I always will be, Billy.

Well, go on, then!

Go on!
We don't need you, Pat!

We don't need him.

Soapweed, I got you!

You want to eat out of my ashcans?
Go on. Have a chew!

Go on! Go on!

Howdy, Beever.

- Go on. Sit with the boys.
- What the hell's this?

This?

This is the prince of Pennsylvania.

The first stop along
the blackbird was to raise some Dineros.

And John Simpson Chisum
was the richest man in the territory.

Not only that, but as anyone familiar
with the Lincoln war knows,

he was a financial partner
of Tunstall and McSween...

which made him an ally.

Old John admired my pluck
and loved me like I was his own son.

Well, by God...

You really turned out to be a snake,
Billy.

When they catch you, they're gonna
dry gulch your stinking bones.

I'm just trying to get my friends
to old Mexico. We need some pesos.

Now, I've done some figuring,

and I figure that you owe us,
Mr. Chisum...

two hundred and fifty dollars
for the fighting we did last year

- and 250 for me leaving your stock alone.
- Is that what you figured?

Yes, sir. That's what I figured.

Well, you can take those figures
and shove 'em up your arrogant little ass

and set fire to them. I don't owe you
a goddamn thing.

Now get the hell out of here!

I'll bring my 50 down and give you
a real game.

Yeah. We, uh...we saw some of your men
up there on the high range.

Passed right by them. Fine bunch.

Mr. Chisum...

you're right. The Lincoln county war
is over.

We just want to get out of here,
get down below.

Oh, you'll get down below all right, Doc.

You'll get down below.

You're Billy the Kid, too, you know.

You all are,
dirty little Billy bastards...

and I don't owe you anything, Doc.

- Or you, Chavez.
- You took my farm, Mr. Chisum.

You took a lot of farms, Mr. Chisum.

As long as Billy the Kid is taking
some back,

I'm with him.

Everything all right, Mr. Chisum?

Yes, yes. Everything's fine. Uh...

go on and bring the men in and, uh,

we'll have a little fresh coffee
with the boys here.

Yoo-hoo!

I'll make you famous.

Mr. Chisum, which one of these boys
is the fastest with the iron?

Don't you do it, Billy.

That'd be me.

You...

- drop Sam Colt.
- Billy...

Put her down now.

Step away.

You owe me 500 dollars, Mr. Chisum.

So, what I'm going to do is kill
one of your men

for every five dollars you owe me.

Only I'm going to do it fair.

How's that for square?

Now, when I go for my guns,
you start shooting.

But I promise you, you will not make it.

Ready?

Yeah, I'm ready.

Dave.

Oh, my god!

Four hundred and ninety-five.

Hendry.

Oh, my god!

Hendry.

Oh, my...

- Four hundred and ninety.
- You just killed yourself.

Bonney, you are a fool!

You call yourself the scourge
of New Mexico?

Well, by god, I am New Mexico.

And you are dead.

Let me tell you something,
Mr. New Mexico...

I wouldn't give a bucket of piss
for your future.

Skin out, boys.

You have yourself a good day now.

I want him dead.

Well, the problem is he's protected by all
the surrounding communities.

They've made a bloody hero out
of a half-wit common horse thief.

That's what I say!

Let's hire a thief to catch one.

Now bring him in, Governor,
and make the offer.

Pendleton.

If I've been brought here to be, uh...

implicated in anything, I just want you
to know that I'm a family man,

fixing to settle and run a business.

Mr. Chisum has informed us
of your ambitions, Mr. Garrett.

Now, Pat, we know you've been
with Billy Bonney

several times when he cut my herd.

Now, pat, we're looking for somebody
who knows his haunts, his, uh, hideouts,

somebody who's familiar with his patterns.

You are familiar with him, Mr. Garrett.

You see, Patrick...

certain changes need to be structured.

We need a sheriff who can eliminate
this particular problem.

- I don't quite follow what you're saying.
- We're saying sheriff of Lincoln county.

Sheriff Pat Garrett.

Now that ought to make you
feel pretty good.

And we're saying 500 dollars...

up front.

- And 500 after.
- A thousand dollars, Mr. Garrett.

And all the resources you need
to carry out the extermination

of one William H. Bonney.

Is that satisfactory?

While Pat was thinking
about the Santa Fe ring's generous offer,

me and the boys were busy sorting out
our finances.

We figured that if it was too much
of a hardship

- for Chisum to give us any money...
- Howdy.

...well, then we'd help him out
And just take a few of his cows.

I guess what I'm trying to say is,

you're called "Kid" and Rudabaugh's
called "Arkansas Dave"

and, uh, I daresay, Doc's Christian name
ain't "Doc."

- You want a name.
- Yes, sir.

I would like that.
I would like that very much indeed.

You have to earn it, Hendry.

Until then, you're stuck
with plain old Hendry. Sorry.

Still trying to get this rag sheet
off the ground, Ash?

The copy is good. The machine is bad.

I hear you're gonna be opening up
an eating house, Garrett.

Would you like to secure an advertisement?

I changed my mind.

Jeezum crow.

You're the one that
the Santa Fe ring hired...

Never mind that.

- I want to hire you for a job.
- You do?

I want you to Document the hunt
for the most famous man in New Mexico.

I want a book written on it

So that the people will understand
the situation.

I want you to ride along with me
and record the dangers of the expedition.

Ride along with you? On a horse?

Oh, no.

This I can't do. I came out west to save
my last lung.

- I'm a journalist.
- You're a broke journalist,

And you're a drunk.

The country was overgrown with weed
and brush

and encumbered with loose rock...

making it almost impassable.

I like that. That's very good.

Morning, Sheriff.

We met at the governor's. John W. Poe,
cattlemen's association.

The governor sent me and these men
to lend you a hand.

Encumbered by idiots, we pressed on.

I like that. It's very good.

What did they do now,
spell your name wrong?

They got a new sheriff on us, boys.
Goes by the name of Pat Garrett.

Jesus Christ!

What the hell did he do that for?

Make himself famous.
Be a known man like me.

What about me? What did they say about me,
huh?

Nothing, Dave.

Just playing the game, Doc.

We'll give him a game, all right.

All right, Dave's boys, we ridin' out!
We are gonna give Pat Garrett the ride

of his miserable, two-faced,
stinkin' life!

Let's skin out! Come on!

Well, come on!

You believe this?

Hey, Tom. Last one outta here
drinks dirty dishwater.

- Come on!
- Son of a bitch.

Ho.

Burial ground. Warm springs people.

Apache.

- We better get going.
- We'll go around.

What is it...

Chavez, why don't you go peck shit
with the chickens, huh?

Do you know what they're paying
for Apache bone in silver city right now?

Christ almighty, they're making...

they're making ashtrays,
they're making combs,

they're making knife handles.

You get 50 cents for a good Indian
leg bone. It's all out there.

So, don't you go getting sentimental
and all that, all right?

Come on.

You go in there, smart gringo,
and I'll bury you there.

- Okay.
- Let's go.

Come on. Hya! Come on!

Whoa.

Whoo! Silver city,
here I come!

No!

Ugh!

Shit.

Shit.

Son of a...

I don't think so, Dave.

That Mexican-Indian
may have lost his family,

but he hadn't lost a trick when it
came down

to an old-fashioned pig-sticking match.

You want your knife back?

Shit.

And Dave,

well, he appreciated the value
of fair play,

but he also appreciated the value
of a good bone-handled knife.

And we were going around that cemetery,
I promise you.

Thank you.

Garrett!

Get me off this animal!
I have to have a movement!

- You have to have a what?
- He has to have a shit.

- I have to have a movement, please.
- That's the fourth one today.

Sheriff, at the risk of offending you,

your newspaperman is hindering
an important government operation.

I have to request that he be discharged
from service.

- What do you make of it?
- Tobacco pouch.

It's his.
I gave it to him.

It's buffalo scrotum from my first kill,
big old bull near Fort Griffin.

That's a pretty story, Sheriff.

Why'd he leave it hanging there like that?

Just to say hello.

Looks like he's saying more than hello.

- What's "scum"?
- Well, Tom, that's bad types.

Politicians, bankers, cattle kings...

scum.
Come on.

Come along, mother.

Oh, well, I'll be hog-tied
and sent to Hades!

Billy!

What have we got here?

- How are you, Jane?
- Wicked boys!

Four, five, six wicked boys.

- Wicked and wanted or just plain wicked?
- Thousand dollars on me.

- Yeah? I heard 500.
- Well, you heard wrong, Jane.

I also heard that you ain't long
for the territory, Billy.

We're not. We're going to old Mexico,
right, Billy?

Well, good luck. How old's this fella?

- Seventeen.
- Fourteen and a half.

Fourteen and half.

Oh, well, don't forget that half.

There's a lot of experience
packed into that half.

- It's different.
- What? My hair?

It's the new fashion. You like it?

Yeah, your hair, but everything.

This whole town, outside, too.
They got a church.

This ain't White Oaks.

Yeah, well, there's 2011 souls
in this town, Kid,

a lot of back east money.

The town's different. It's respectable.

You're not telling us you've gone
respectable now, Jane, have you?

No. Well, to the eye that don't know
no better...

- yeah, I have.
- Well...

I've heard enough. My boys here would like
some Boonda

upstairs right quick, darling.

Did I hear you say you'd like
an excellent malt,

six times served in a room
with a southern view?

You're a lady to the manor born, Jane.

To the manor born.

He's hurt pretty good.

Looks like the muskrats are in a trap.

- They're chewing their own legs off.
- All right, we're going north.

- South, you mean?
- No, I mean north.

But, Sheriff, last time I heard,
old Mexico's still south.

You ever hear of a Coydog, Poe?

Half common dog, half coyote.

Feed one, he keeps coming around.
No fear of man.

Kid's a Coydog.

He's come 150 miles without a town.

Right about now, he's looking
for some attention.

Ash!

He ain't my concern.

Sheriff, I think I need to have
a movement.

Me, too.

"Over the mountains
of the moon,

down the valley of the shadow,

ride, boldly, ride, the shade replied.

If you seek for Eldorado!"

My, that was heavenly.

Who wrote it?

Josiah "Doc" Scurlock.

Who the hell's that?

Now, you come back now.

Whoo!

Oh, no.

Billy!

Look out the window, Billy!

Billy!

- They don't tolerate scum.
- Help me gather the boys.

Go on. Get rolling downstairs.

Billy the Kid!

Alias William H. Bonney!

It's deputy Carlyle. I best go
speak to him.

...Dave Rudabaugh of Las Vegas!

- He said "Dave Rudabaugh of Las Vegas!"
- I'm real happy for you, Dave.

...black knights on the premises,
turn your bodies over to the law.

Or perish in flame.

Deputy Carlyle, what the hell's
going on down here?

Billy the Kid...

we have Jane Greathouse
held out here.

I'm coming in to talk to you.
If anything happens to me,

the citizens here say they
will string her up

and burn her.

- Do you agree to those terms?
- Do I agree to those terms?

Who is this guy?

Uh, yes, sir, we agree to those terms.

I'm going in.

All right, boys, put your guns away
and look respectable.

Ladies, upstairs.

O'Folliard, disappear.

Gentlemen.

Uh...

Gentlemen, which of you is the leader
of your gang?

- That would be me.
- Arkansas Dave.

- You are not, Dave.
- I am so.

- You are not.
- I am so!

- Are not!
- I am so!

Ahem! Gentlemen, I'm a deputized man,

and I do things the law way.

Which way?

Law way.

Law way. I see.

Okay, go ahead. Go ahead.

Now, the people out there, they do things
their own way.

They got their minds set on a hanging.

Now, it's going to be hell
if I can't control this situation.

So, what I propose is this.

I understand you have an Indian
in your group.

Yes, sir. Jose Chavezy Chavez.

He's a Mexican-Indian. How'd that be?

Well, that'll be just fine.

If I can give this Indian to those people
out there, they'll be well satisfied...

and the rest of you can just ride out.

You hear that, Chavez?

Sir, I agree to those terms.

They're an angry mob, indeed,

and we do happen to have an Indian
on the premises.

Give me your hat.

Now, Mr. Law-way...

may I see your hat?

I really don't see how hats are relevant
in this situation.

I do.

Dave.

The gentleman's jacket.

There.

- Mr. Carlyle!
- Now I can talk to you.

Now you don't look like such a politician.

Can I take the Indian with me or not?

The Indian's going out to satisfy
the crowd...

but you obviously don't understand
the meaning of the word "pals."

Think I'd hand my friend over to a bucket
of mule dung like you?

That's an insult. Turn around, Chief.

Come on, Carlyle!
You bringing him out or not?

All right, you white caps!
We're coming out!

But we're coming out shooting!

Get ready for war!

Uh-oh.

Oh, my god! That's Deputy Carlyle.

That's James Carlyle.

Come on. Let's get out of here.

They're leaving.

- They're all skinning out.
- Pals.

Of course, they were
skinning out.

They had just murdered their own deputy.

They pinned that one on me, too,
but I never fired one shot.

Just saying hello, Pat?

Did you entertain him?

Maybe.

Did you like it?

Maybe.

Remember the time you, me,
and him locked all the doors,

stayed up till the sun,
breaking the place up with six-shooters?

Every bottle in the bar.

Naked as jaybirds, and there was no law.

No law...

and no barbed wire.

Patrick, I'm going to part
with a nasty secret.

You used to make me hotter than
a June Bride

sitting bareback on a depot stove...

but, I don't share my bed with the law.

And I don't keep with whores no more.

So ain't we both content?

Jane Greathouse,
the citizens of White Oaks have proclaimed

this place the devil's den.
As sheriff of Lincoln County,

I have to honor and protect
their civic virtues.

I'll show them
what my civic virtues look like.

All those stall-fed, tender feet,
with their Eastern shinplaster

and their Sunday wives
and their Sunday dresses.

With the preacher ta the back door
by morning to see if they've got

the Connecticut Blue Laws
tattooed on their lily-white buttocks!

- Let it burn!
- Let it burn!

The town will be better off...

- Oh, lord.
- Holy...

I don't believe I'm seeing this.

Whoa!

This town will never be the same.

White Oaks, you can kiss my ass!

Sure. Anytime, honey.

Hey, is this one ready to go?

It can go.
Down in that number two lane.

Let it go! Let it go!

Hey!

You got any water?

Old-timer, when did this place boom up?

- Last week.
- Copper?

Nah! Guano.

- Bat droppings.
- Bat droppings?

I've been to gold towns, silver towns,

I've even been to turquoise towns,
but I've never been to a bat shit town.

Can't wait to see the women.

Go! Go!

Hya!

Whoa!

Assay! Assay! Assay! Assay!

Assay!

Yeah, come on!

Jesus Christ!

Even their horses are crazy.

Hey!

Hya!

It's all right. We got time.
We'll go back through the arroyo.

Well, that's convenient, ain't it?

- Pardon me?
- The Kid'll be long gone.

Maybe that's what you want, Pat.

What I want is for you to cork your
god damn government mouth, mister.

And the next time you address me common,

I will put you on your prissy little ass.

Sweet Mary's ass!
How the hell did you get them to do that?

What's that mean, anyway? Assay, assay?

It's an ancient Navajo word.

It means stop.

Stop?

Ha! Ya!

When we get to the top of this bluff,

we'll have a clear view
of the Nachita river.

We'll sell the horses off,

and then we'll take a skiff down river
into Mexico.

Hey Tommy, last one up the hill's
a three-legged dog! Whoo! Yay!

Billy!

Is this old Mexico?

No.

It's Garrett!

Get down, Tom!

I got him.

Oh, my god.

You shot me.

You really shot me.

Take your medicine, son.

Well, it's a start.

I spent a lot of nights in this cabin
after the Lincoln war.

Tried to put another outfit together,
but it...

was never the same.

When you boys came back...

I felt like there was nothing
I wouldn't do to keep the gang together.

Keep riding.

What are you saying, chivato?

You know what the Mexican blackbird is?

It's a broken trail that leads
to old Mexico.

It's a half-black, half-Mexican whore

up in Puerto De Luna.

So you mean, uh...

you named the trail after her, right?

There is no trail, is there, Billy?

Is there?

What about old Mexico you promised us?

I'd be just another gringo in old Mexico.

- It's the same as being dead.
- What about Tommy?

You son of a bitch!

You're starting to believe what they're
writing about you, aren't you?

Let me tell you what you really are.

You rode a 15-year-old boy
straight into his grave

and the rest of us straight to hell.

Straight to hell.

You, bonny.

You are not a god.

Why don't you pull the trigger
and find out?

I got to get back home.

Doc!

What the hell are you doing?
We're not even in position yet!

They killed him!
That bastard killed you!

- Get up, Doc! Come on. Get up!
- You leave him alone!

He's a dead man!

They're starting to surround us.
We got to skin out of here!

Pat!

We got to make a break.

Don't look at this. Look up.

So who's going to bust out first?

Hendry William French, you never killed
nobody. They ain't gonna shoot at you.

- Go to hell! They shot Tommy!
- Somebody's got to do it!

Lord Jesus, there must be at least
10 of them out there.

Get me up.

Dave...

- it's your gang.
- What?

It's your gang. You lead us out.

It ain't my gang! It's your gang!
It's always been your gang.

- Don't cross me, Dave.
- Billy!

Let's finish the game.

Go! Go!

Come on, Chavez! Go!

What the hell did you do that for?

Pat! You son of a bitch!

You killed a boy!

And you killed Doc! You knew him!

Chavez is back there!

Andrew, you got to forget about him.
He's buzzard meat.

Come on, they all are!
It's just you and me, farm boy!

We got to head for the border.

Shit.

Hyah!

It is therefore considered
by the court here,

that said defendant William H. Bonney,
alias Kid, alias William Antrim,

alias Henry McCarty, be confined in prison
in said Lincoln County,

by the sheriff of such county
until on the day aforesaid

he be taken from such prison,

to a suitable and convenient
place of execution within said county,

and there be hanged by the neck

till he be dead, dead, dead.

Now, do you have anything
to say, young man?

Yes, your honor, I do.

You can go to
hell, hell, hell.

I got 18 dimes in each barrel, boy.

You ever see what a dollar and eighty
can do to a $40 steer?

Let alone a cheap little crook
like yourself?

You just taunt me again, boy.

That's all I'm asking.
Just taunt me again.

- I want to talk to Garrett.
- He's in Mesilla.

Got a big interview and a tintype
with the Independent.

Oh, yes.

Famous man now.

Hey, Bell.

Did you send my letter to the governor,
or did you burn it?

It was sent, Kid.

The Sheriff had me put it
on the mail stage myself.

Then why isn't he answering?

I don't know. Maybe he ain't one
for correspondence.

My sister up to Colorado's like that.

- Well, I can...
- Will you just shut the hell up, Bell?

Chavez.

Chavez, you all right?

What?

Yeah, yeah.

You?

Just fine.

Just fine.

Okay Bell, here's another one.

To prove that the hand is quicker
than your mind.

Are you ready? Are you watching?

- Ma'am?
- Hello, Jane.

May I visit Mr. Bonney?
I'm an old acquaintance.

No, ma'am. That ain't possible.

Sheriff Garrett won't allow
any visitations.

Well, may I leave a gift for him then?

You open up a new rooming
establishment, Greathouse?

Hell, no. I opened a good
sawdust-on-the-floor, proper whorehouse.

Ma'am.

Well good bye, William H. Bonney.

Thank you.

Oops!

All right, Kid. Let your squirrel go.
Muy pronto!

I wouldn't go in there if I were you.

- Kid?
- Hi.

Yoo-hoo, Bell.

I'll make you famous.

Don't do it, Bell.

Bell come on, don't do it.
I ain't Kidding.

Bell!

That was stupid, Bell.

Bell kill him? Did Bell kill the Kid?

- Hello, Bob!
- Shit!

- It's the Kid!
- Good-bye, Bob.

Best dollar eighty I ever spent!

Hah! Quit napping on the job, Bob!

Hey, uh...

is this old Mexico here?

Esta e Mexico, huh, amigos?

I made it!

Why, you do know who I am, don't you?

Arkansas Dave Rudabaugh?

You know the name?

They know my name.

Buenas tardes, amigos

- You're not dead.
- Do I look dead?

You should have seen the short work I made
of Bob Ollinger.

Spread him out like Tularosa.

We're skinning out.
There's a herd of slow elk.

Resting up at Grezchelowski's sheep camp.

We'll cut them,
then we'll ride for Canada.

Chavez, make sure the horses are watered.

- Hendry...
- I'll be staying here.

You stay here, and Garrett'll take you.

Garrett already took me.

When?

When he took Doc.

That's a bad shot, Chavez.

A man gets shot like that, it's uh...

It's over?

Boy, I guess I...

I guess I really got us
into it this time, huh?

It ain't supposed to be you
sitting there like that.

It's supposed to be me.

Chivato.

Where are you going?

Chavez?

Chavez.

Buckshot George.

That's your name.

You wanted a name.

That's it.

Buckshot George.

It's a good name.

My name's
Hendry William French.

That's a good name, too.

Billito.

In the ice house, a fresh beef.

Pete Maxwell butchered this morning.

Bring back here, and I cook for you.

You are hungry, no?

Si. Tengo hambre.

Let's finish the game.

Pete?

Pete...

did you butcher this morning?

Quien es?

I shot everything in the world except you,
but you still wouldn't go below.

Why?

The same reason you couldn't stay here
and run a canteen.

But you'd be alive.

In old Mexico, you'd be alive.

I'm still alive, Pat.

And I belong here.

Not no more, Billy.

The people like me here.
They want me here.

Not no more, Billy.

- You going to shoot me, Pat?
- I got no choice.

Well, what are you waiting for?

You could let me go, Pat.

I could walk out that door
and head straight for old Mexico.

You could say you killed me.
No one would ever know.

You'd come back...

like a damn nightmare. Show up in Arizona
stealing cows, and they'd stone me.

You killed the boys, Patsy!

No, Billy.

You did.

If I was with you, I'd be one of them.

This hurts, Kid,

but, I'm in a place I can't get out of.

And I got to do it.

Yeah.

You got to do it, Pat.

Do it.

You know, I always said
that if I cared for someone,

there's nothing I would fail to do.

So I'm going to make it easy on you.

You remember something, Pat.

You'll never be me.

You'll only be the man that shot
Billy the Kid.

Hasta la vista.

Hasta la vista,

You crazy son of a bitch.

Remember William Bonney,

"dust thou art, and unto dust
thou shalt return".

Yeah.

Oh, yeah.

I never stole a horse from someone
I didn't like.

Did I like him?

Hell, no.

I loved the son of a bitch.

You ask me if I have scars.

Yes, sir,

I have my scars.

Mr. Robins

Bill, wait.

Billy!

I don't think so, Dave.

Pals.

Assay!

♪ I wake up in the morning ♪

♪ And I raise my weary head ♪

♪ I've got an old coat for a pillow ♪

♪ And the earth was last night's bed ♪

♪ I don't know where I'm going ♪

♪ Only I knows where I've been ♪

♪ I'm a devil on the run ♪

♪ A six-gun lover ♪

♪ A gamble in the wind ♪

♪ Yeah ♪

I'll make you famous.

♪ When you're brought into this world ♪

♪ With a sea of bone and sin ♪

♪ Well, at least the game is something ♪

♪ I didn't have to steal or have to win ♪

♪ Well, they tell me that I'm wanted ♪

♪ Yeah, I'm a wanted man ♪

♪ I'm a colt in your stable
I'm what Cain was to Abel ♪

♪ Mister Catch-me-if-you-can ♪

♪ I'm going down in a blaze of glory ♪

♪ Take me now, but know the truth ♪

♪ Well, I'm going down
In a blaze of glory ♪

♪ Well, lord, I never drew first ♪

♪ But I drew first blood,
I'm the devil's son ♪

♪ Call me young gun ♪

♪ Yeah ♪

♪ Shot down in a blaze of glory ♪

♪ Take me now, but know the truth ♪

♪ Well, I'm going out
In a blaze of glory ♪

♪ Well Lord, I never drew first ♪

♪ But I drew first blood,
And I know what side ♪

♪ Call me young gun ♪

♪ I'm a young gun ♪

♪ Young gun ♪

♪ Yeah, yeah, yeah ♪

♪ Young gun ♪

♪ I've just seen trouble ♪

♪ He's calling out your name tonight ♪

♪ You better get your guns ♪

♪ You could walk away ♪

♪ But I know you were born to fight ♪

♪ So, Billy, get your guns ♪

♪ The Bandoleros were strung
Out in the promenade ♪

♪ Billy, get your guns ♪

♪ And the wind whispered softly ♪

♪ That the devil's to blame ♪

♪ Billy, get your guns ♪

♪ Billy, get your guns ♪

♪ There's trouble blowing
Like a hurricane ♪

♪ Billy, get your guns ♪

♪ There's a price on your head
For the price of fame ♪

♪ And it'll never change ♪

♪ They christen you with whiskey ♪

♪ And there's fire
Running through your veins ♪

♪ Well, you're an outlaw just the same ♪

♪ And every night,
A bullet wears your name ♪

♪ Billy, get your guns ♪

♪ There's trouble blowing
Like a hurricane ♪

♪ Billy, get your guns ♪

♪ There's a price on your head
For the price of fame ♪

♪ And it'll never change ♪

♪ Billy, get your guns ♪

♪ Billy, get your guns ♪

♪ Billy, get your guns ♪