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Billy the Kid...

Why are you interested

in my daughter, Mr. Bonney?

I love her.
I wanna marry her.

My ancestors would never approve of this.

I think your daughter
deserves that choice.

Mr. Catron is deeply concerned

about the current financial
position of the House.

We know that the House is losing money

and we know the Englishman Tunstall's

coming to some of our markets.

I know Tunstall keeps some of his stock

down at Dick Brewer's ranch.
His cattle and his horses.

I say we raid 'em.

Hey! Get off
my property, you damn thieves.

I recognized
Jesse Evans.

- Hiya!
- And I suspect

the rest were a part of his 7 Rivers Gang.

And as Deputy Sheriff,
I have the authority

to insist that you organize a posse

and go and recover the stolen goods.

Let's go, come on!

Come out, Jesse.

- Keep your hands up.
- Don't shoot.

Smallpox ward.

Mr. Tunstall.

We'll give you a fair price
for your stock,

your herds and your real estate.

And in return?

You get rid of your employees,

and you leave Lincoln County.

And what if
I refuse your offer?

You'll be killed.

I have a plan.

It involves helping Jesse
and his gang escape from jail.

What? Why would we do that?

I have given you a second
chance in life, Billy.

In return,
I expect your loyalty.

Mr. Evans. John Tunstall.

Think of it as a, uh, a peace offering.

Don't move.

Nice work, Billy boy.

Thank you.

By forcing you to go along
with my stupid plan,

I nearly got you killed.

Hey. Hands on
the table please, new friends.

You were prepared to stand up for me

even though you knew the danger.

What the hell are you doin', Jesse?

Tunstall's a fool. There
ain't no chance at peace here.

If you want me to be a partner in this,

if you want to be victorious,
you need to trust me.

We have a war to win.

It starts tomorrow.

Thank you.

Sam, go fetch Mr. McSween.

Yes, sir, Mr. Brewer.

Sheriff, how can I help you?

- I have something for you.
- What's this?

It's a legal writ against this store.

You're gonna have to close up.

This store is no longer trading.

You're all gonna have to go home.

Please go home.

You can't do this.

This store has been trading illegally.

That's for the courts to decide.

And you known damn well we'll fight you.

Mr. Brewer, you have no chance.

And you can expect warrants

from Mr. Tunstall and Mr. McSween.

I'm a Deputy.

You can't just go over my head.

Mr. Brewer, your appointment
as Deputy Sheriff

has been rescinded, by order
of District Attorney,

Thomas Catron in Santa Fe.

And I'm obliged to ask you
to surrender your badge.

Whoa.

What in hell's name is happening here?

What are you trying to do, Sheriff?

I'm only serving a legal
writ, Mr. McSween.

I'm only trying to do
my duty and nothing more.

How much did they pay you?

I got to tell you,
Mr. McSween,

that you too are being
investigated for serious crimes.

So I suggest that you mind your manners,

keep your mouth shut.

Whoa, whoa, whoa!

So, I've heard that
Sheriff Brady and a posse

will arrive here in the morning,

to serve you with a writ
and seize all of your horses.

They don't give a hang
about the legalities.

I see.

Dick, what do you think we should do?

That's up to you, boss.

Billy?

We should defend the ranch.

Protect your property.

We gotta fight 'em.

Billy's right.

We have to take a stand.

One of you should ride into
Lincoln and tell Juan Patron.

Tom, go get Charlie and George.

We need every gun we can get. Now.

Mr. McSween, would you like a gun?

No.

I was a pastor all these years

and I've sworn off
ever using a gun myself.

Then you best go home,
Alexander.

- We'll manage.
- I know you will.

God bless you.

And you.

Let's stack these as barricades.

Block the gate.

Outta here.

Unbelievable.

Who's got no chips left?

You okay?

I was just...
thinking about things.

If you really want to know,
I was, um...

...thinking about my father.

What about him?

Well, he was a...

Well, I suppose he was rather
typical for an Englishman

of his class and background.

Highly intelligent, highly
principled, very successful.

He set this absurdly high bar
for me to achieve,

and then whenever I failed,

he found ways to scold and punish me.

I was always desperate to impress him.

That's why I came to live here.

I wanted to create something of my own

that would make my father
at least proud of me.

I think that's exactly what you've done.

Is it?

Seems to me that I'm making
rather a mess of things.

Mr. Tunstall, you're up against
some real mean motherfuckers.

I'm proud of you for standing up to 'em.

Just look around.

You got some of the best souls
in the territory behind you.

Good, honest people.

That alone tells me you're succeeding.

And if your father had
any sense or understanding,

he'd see that himself.

Thank you, Billy.

You are not going to want to hear this.

But I can't put the lives of
all these people on the line.

I don't want to see

all these honest and decent folk
getting killed in my name.

I don't want a showdown.
Not yet, anyway.

You said we had to stand up to 'em.

You said we didn't have a choice.

Well, maybe we do have a choice.

I was just thinking that we could move

the horses before the sheriff gets here.

I bought another farm up near the fort

and we can take them there
and then figure out

the next step and I don't think
the sheriff will follow us.

No, we can't keep runnin' away.

You think I'm being a coward, don't you?

I don't want you or any
of these people to die for me.

I couldn't live with myself.

Now if that makes me a coward, so be it.

Come on.

All right, get 'em out.

We gotta clear out
before the posse gets here.

Mr. Tunstall thinks the sheriff
won't try and follow us.

But I ain't so sure.

You two take it in turns
to drop back and check.

So, what about your father?

What kind of a man was he?

He was a proud Irishman.

He never wanted to leave.

There just wasn't much left for him there.

Turns out there wasn't much for
immigrants in New York either.

- So, you were poor?
- Oh, dirt poor.

That's why my parents decided
to come out west.

To find a better life.

Yeah...

It must have been hard.

Mm-hmm.

Somewhere along the wagon
trail, my father got sick.

He kinda gave up.

Did you love him, Billy?
Your father?

He was my father.

But he quit on me.

I swear to you, Billy,

I won't let you down.

They're not here, Jesse.

All right!
You think I can't see that?

Let's follow 'em, boys!

I don't think we should do that.

Why not?

We're just
Brady's posse.

Legally, all we're supposed to do

is serve Tunstall a writ,
seize some horses.

Not chase him halfway across the country.

We are the fuckin' law!

- We do what we want, boys.
- Jesse's right.

That's what we've been told.
That's what we outta do.

It's a bad idea.

We gotta talk to the sheriff.

What is wrong with all of ya?

We all know what we are
really meant to do here.

I tell you, my knife is sharp

and I feel like scalping someone!

So, let's get after 'em, boys!
Come on!

Hiya! Hiya! Hiya!

Jesse, these tracks look fresh.

Anyone following, George?

No. All clear.
Didn't see a soul.

All right.

You boys hungry?

Yes, and there's our lunch. Come on.

Let's go get 'em.

Let's go!

Go on, Billy.
You're the best marksman.

Go get us some lunch.

Come on, Tom.

Mind the horses,
Mr. Tunstall.

Let's go! Ya!

Think we gonna eat today?

Maybe if they can actually hit anything.

Ah, shit!

It's Jesse and his boys.

Where's he goin'?

Hiya! Ya!

Ah shit. That's Tunstall.
He's on his own.

I'm gonna go get him.
Wait here.

I shouldn't have left him.

I shouldn't have left him.

No!

Fuck!

Well?

They struck out from Tunstall's
ranch around dawn, with horses.

Picked up their trail,
and we caught up with them.

And then?

And there was a firefight.

Now we had legal authority
to seize those animals,

but they were bent on resisting.

We were afraid for our lives.

Finally, we tracked down
Tunstall himself.

We told him to surrender,
but he just refused.

He fired at us, and we fired back.

And you're saying he's dead?

Yes, sir.

Resisting arrest?

Yes, Sheriff.

In what fucking universe
do you find this amusing?

What you've done
may have terrible consequences

for all of us.

So don't look so fucking happy.

You gave me hope.

A new life.

I swear on my mother's grave...

...I will kill every man
involved in your murder,

or die myself in the attempt,
so help me God.

We finally got the fucker!

Happy fucking Christmas, everybody!

Gentlemen! Ho-ho!

Listen up, boys.
Listen up.

Today is a great day for the House.

And that is why I want
to salute the founder

Major Murphy, a war hero.

To Major Murphy.

Major Murphy! Major Murphy!

Where's the music?

Whoa.

Howdy.

What's your business here today?

I have a meeting
with Mr. Riley at the House,

if it's any of your business.

- What's your name?
- My name's Edgar Walz.

I represent Thomas Catron.

Oh.

I heard of him.

Who might you be?

I'm Jesse Evans.

Oh.

I've heard of you.

They, um, they tell me
you're a dangerous man.

I like that.

Yeah, well, depends on what you
mean by dangerous, Mr. Walz.

What I mean is I might have a use for you.

In due course.

Ah.

I'm glad we met, Mr. Evans.

Call me Jesse.

That's very kind of you.

Now Jesse...

May I pass?

Sure.

Prick.

So...

I came to inform you
that Mr. Catron is very pleased

with the termination
of John Tunstall's interest

in the economic affairs of Lincoln County.

Thank you.

It's something that no one wanted,

but the fact remains that
Tunstall was a criminal.

It's all been very sad.

However, I must remind you

that you are still in
substantial debt to Mr. Catron.

And Mr. Catron remains unhappy
with the current situation.

Well, I don't understand.

With Tunstall outta the way,
things have completely changed.

Do you take me for a fool, Mr. Riley?

There's a serious war going on,

and Mr. Catron is very concerned

that this, um,
Billy the Kid can,

on his own account, inflict serious damage

on your business and employees.

We can handle it.

We've got the guns

and the House is a fuckin' institution.

And I think it's about time

that you start respecting that,
Mr. Walz.

Wanna know how I see it, Riley?

The House is facing imminent
financial disaster.

So, in view of this perilous situation,

Mr. Catron is suggesting
that you mortgage to him

all your holdings in Lincoln County.

In return, Mr. Catron will
lend you 25,000 dollars,

repayable in three months' time.

If you default on the loan, however,

Mr. Catron will own
all mortgaged property.

I thought that we were
in business together.

Mr. Riley, don't you know that
in all business transactions

there is one leading partner.

How the fuck am I supposed
to find this money?

That's your business.

But I suggest you bring an end to this war

as promptly as possible.

Come, come, Mr. Riley.

I've told you before, this is business.

There's no sentiment in business.

Now, if you accept the terms
of this mortgage agreement,

please sign this legal
and binding document.

Wonderful.

Been a pleasure.

I'll see myself out.

What'd you expect?

Hmm?

I told you a long time ago,

you are too naive be dealing
with a man like Catron.

He's smarter than you'll ever be.

I don't need any fuckin' advice
from a stupid old drunk!

You won't shoot me.

The minute you shoot me,
Riley, you lose everything!

Think about that.

I'm the only person that
can talk to Catron.

And I'm the only person he'll listen to.

Eh?

Go on, shoot me.

Fuckin' shoot me!

O that thou wouldest hide me in the grave,

that thou wouldest keep me secret,

until thy wrath be past,

that thou wouldest appoint me
a set time, and remember me.

If a man die, shall he live again?

All the days of my appointed
time will I wait,

till my change come.

Thou shalt call, and I will answer thee.

Thou wilt have a desire to the work

of thine hands.
For now thou numberest my steps.

Dost thou not watch over my sin?

My transgression is sealed up in a bag,

and thou sewest up mine iniquity.

And surely the mountains
falling cometh to nought,

and the rock is removed...

Gentlemen, please, let's have some order!

Thank you.

I have to tell you that our first duty

is to try and find a legal solution,

rather than take the law
into our own hands.

So tomorrow, I will charge all the members

of Sheriff's Brady's posse,
as well as Riley

and Murphy of the House,

with complicity in the murder
of John Tunstall.

I will also demand the return
of Tunstall's store

to myself and Mr. Brewer.

Mr. McSween!

I understand your faith
in the due process of the law,

but I do not share it.

Not here in Lincoln.
Not in New Mexico.

It is clear to all of us
that Sheriff Brady,

along with the courts of Santa Fe

and all the other lawmakers are corrupt,

and no longer deserve our trust.

Billy, I beg you.
We need the law on our side.

What law, McSween?
There is no law.

It is just us.

And what we're decided upon is a pledge

to form a fighting force,
to take this war to the House.

And we should call ourselves
the Regulators.

That's those who assemble to regulate

or set to right an intolerable
or illegal situation.

We nominate Billy to be our leader.

Here. Here.

Now's the time.

Okay.

I'll lead you and we'll fight like hell.

But I will not ask you to do
anything I wouldn't do myself.

We're in this together.
It's the only way.

I understand what's been decided.

And, and I can understand why.

But I want you all to appreciate
that if you respond

to this act of violence in kind,

there will be no turning back,

and there will be a lot of bloodshed.

Then let there be bloodshed.

Gracias.

Billy.

I just heard about
Señor Tunstall.

I'm so sorry.
I know what he meant to you.

Come inside.

Billy, this is my brother,
Yginio.

- Hola.
- How do you do?

Fine, thank you.

What is it?

I love you.

I love you too.

What?

The life I'd hoped for,
the future I pray for,

it's all gone.

What are you saying?

I...

I have to kill the men
who murdered Tunstall.

You don't have to!

They will be arrested.
Put in jail. Hanged.

Not here.

There's no law here.

If I want justice, I have to
take the law into my own hands.

So, you'd be an outlaw again?

A wanted man.

Even if you live,
you won't have any peace,

they'll hunt you down.
Is that what you want?

No, it's not what I want.
But I don't have a choice.

Look, I know I can't get
your blessing on this,

but I need your understanding.

Well, I can't understand.
You told me you'd changed.

I wanted to be with you,
and now, it's all gone.

No wait.

Please!

No. No.

Please go. Now!

The next time
I'll see your face

will be on a "wanted" poster.

Hey, John.

- Who's that?
- My name's Tom O'Folliard.

I've got some news you might wanna hear

- about Billy the Kid.
- What kind of news?

What's it worth to you?

I'm not gonna tell you
if you're gonna shoot me.

Well, I ain't gonna shoot ya.

Tell me what you got.

Don't make a fuckin' noise or you're dead.

Now get the fuck up.

Shh. Shush now.

Now, I don't want to hurt you, Beckwith.

No, let me put that another way.

I wouldn't mind, but I won't

as long as you give us
the information we need.

I ain't telling you shit!

Now, I just want to know the names

of those who killed Tunstall.

I don't know.
I wasn't there.

Sure you know, Beckwith.

I'll give you five seconds and that's it.

5, 4, 3,

2, 1...

Got the names.

The ones who killed Tunstall.

It was Baker,
Morton and Olinger.

Not Jesse?

I don't know.

Beckwith says not.

First, we see if McSween has
made any progress in the courts.

And then?

And then... we'll see.

Hey.

Billy.

What is it, McSween?

All Judge Wilson was able
to secure was the return

of Tunstall's store
to its original owners.

As far as the criminal charges
are concerned,

no less a person than State
Governor Axtell has intervened.

Oh, this is bullshit.

I'm sorry, Billy.

The law has let us down.

The corruption shouldn't come
as a surprise to you, Alexander.

And they'll be gunning
for you now as well.

I suggest the two of you leave Lincoln.

- But...
- No, dear. No.

We have to listen to Billy now.

You know all of this started
with them stealing

Tunstall's horses.

So I say we send them a fuckin' message

and take back what's ours.

I know where Jesse's gang is holding them.

They're with Morton.

Morton?

So the Regulators ride over there.

And we reclaim our legal property.

Those are our horses.

That's Baker with his horse.

Pretty sure that's
Morton with him.

That's Billy's gang!

Juan, you secure the horses.
Let's go.

Morton!

Hiya, hiya!

Hiya! Come on!

Morton! The horse is done.

Whoa!

Ride, ride, ride, ride!

Charlie, Middleton,
flank them on the left.

Cover.

Ah!
I'm hit, I'm hit.

Hold your fire.

Billy!

Morton and Baker!

You got no chance!

Throw your weapons down
and come out with your hands up.

Surrender now and I promise you
safe passage back to Lincoln.

I don't believe that.

Billy's not gonna let us walk away.

You have my word.

Now throw out your guns and come on out!

All right, we're coming out
now. Don't shoot.

Goddamit.

We're the law in Lincoln now.