Original subtitles

[narrator] Previously on "Billy The Kid"

[explosion] - [screaming]

[Kathleen] Billy,

please promise me that you'll never hurt Antrim.

I really hate myself, Billy. I always have!

You know what they do to people who...

[door slams]

What is it you want to be, Billy?

You can't work tables and play poker forever.

Hey, Jesse, how do you earn a living?

I do a little cattle rustling. You wanna come try?

- No. - [Joe coughs violently]

Is he gonna die? Is my son gonna die?

Your son is suffering from consumption.

[Jesse] Why don't you come out with us?

And you can make some real money.

I'll take care of you.

[men] Yah! Yah!

Yah! Yah!

- [bell tolling] - [Kathleen] My poor boy.

[Ash] I'm so sorry for your loss, Kathleen.

Everything that's happened, do you think it's been worth it?

- Do we have any choice? - [Kathleen] No.

I don't think we have a choice.

- [Billy] What is it? - [doctor] It's the same disease

that carried away your brother.

I have to go, Billy. You have to let me.

I've looked in your soul, and I know how good you are.

[Jesse] I'm really sorry, Billy. First thing,

- you gotta get money. - [glass breaks]

[Billy] Come on. Let's get outta here, Jesse.

- [gunshot] - [Jesse] Billy, come on!

- [breathing heavily] - [baby crying]

The Santa Fe ring run most things

out here in the West, Billy.

I'm investigating the whole damn system.

They buy judges, they buy anyone they damn well please.

They get rid of people who stand in their way.

[Judge] We find the defendant guilty

and sentenced to three years in jail.

Shame on you, Judge.

Make a kid pay for the things I've done?

[groans]

[man] Antrim!

[groaning]

[dramatic music plays]

[Billy wheezing]

[man, faintly] Billy!

You're alive.

[gunshot]

[screams]

[dramatic music plays]

[theme music plays]

[gun cocks]

Who the hell... are you?

My name's Billy Antrim.

Just passing through. I didn't mean to intrude.

What the hell are you doin' riding up here?

Hmm?

I just broke outta jail.

That has gotta be

the best excuse I ever heard for being anywhere.

[laughing]

What's your name?

Alias.

That's my name.

Every time I got arrested, I gave 'em a different name.

And they kept asking, "Are you using an alias?"

And it made perfect sense to me to just say,

"Yes. Exactly.

I'm using an alias... 'cause that's my name."

Why'd you get arrested?

I just... don't like the law.

[suspenseful music plays]

- [grunts] - [gasps]

You think I was gonna kill you?

If I was, you'd already be dead.

[laughing]

I'm just playin'.

[laughing]

Hmm.

So now you're outta jail...

Where you planning on going?

It just so happens I'm on the move, too.

I was thinking of heading back into Texas, pick up some work.

If you can rope and ride,

them ranches don't care about nothin' else.

Maybe you wanna... string along?

You're an outlaw now, boy. You ain't got a lot of options.

[laughing]

[indistinct chatter]

Whoa.

[indistinct chatter continues]

Remember, you ain't Billy Antrim no more.

[fiddle music playing]

[indistinct conversations]

[man] Good to see ya. How ya been?

Same as usual, Mr. Hooker?

Of course.

[sighs]

Evening, sir.

You remember me, don't you, Mr. Hooker, sir?

'Course I do. Mr. Alias.

I'm always surprised to see you still at liberty

which I suppose is to your credit.

Thank you, sir.

I assume you're looking for work.

Yes, sir. I am.

As a matter of fact, I have a young friend with me

who's also in need of daily sustenance.

Good evening, Mr. Hooker, sir.

[clears throat]

My name is William H. Bonney.

[Hooker] Where are you from?

I was raised in Kansas.

My father was a carpenter.

I always had a hankering to be a cowboy.

I have family in Kansas.

You don't sound like you come from Kansas.

That's because my family came here from Ireland, sir.

That right?

They came here as immigrants.

How long have you known Mr. Alias?

Long enough, sir.

We shared a room together in Pueblo

when we were breaking in some horses.

Ever killed anyone?

Not yet... sir.

Well, we get plenty of rustlers stealing my property.

You can't argue with them.

Sometimes, you just gotta shoot 'em.

[laughing]

Could you do that?

Sure, I could.

Sing me a song, William Bonney, if you really are Irish.

I'm not sure about that.

Sure, you are.

What would you like to hear?

Somethin' fuckin' Irish.

♪ One mornin'

♪ Early as I walked forth

[chatter stops]

♪ By the margin of Loch Leinn

♪ The sunshine dressed The trees in green ♪

♪ And summer bloomed again

♪ I left the town

♪ And wandered down

♪ Through fields of

♪ Green and gay

♪ And who should I meet

♪ But me colleen sweet

♪ By the dawning of

♪ The day

Well, I guess I got two new cowboys.

[chatter resumes]

[chuckling]

- [man] Well, sir? - [Billy] Whiskey.

- [Alias] Don't mind if I do. - [Billy] Double, please.

[woman] This one's on me.

- Good morning, Billy. - [Billy moans]

Morning.

Alice.

- [Billy] I know. - [chuckles]

[whooping and yelling indistinctly]

[dramatic music plays]

[horses whinnying]

Git up!

Yah!

Whoo!

Whoo!

[Alias] I've been thinking...

Hooker does a bunch of horse-thieving on the side.

He pays guys like us to do it.

We take all the risk. He takes all the money.

You ain't satisfied working for Mr. Hooker?

[sighs] Billy, Billy...

Only monkeys work for peanuts, son.

Hooker's made a very comfortable life for himself.

And I? I want a part of it.

There's a bunch of new horses up at Camp Grant.

This time, we'll take the horses without him.

[Billy] What if he finds out?

[horse snorting]

Not gonna let me down, are you?

After everything I've done for you?

Good.

[horse blusters]

[ominous music plays]

[insects chirping]

[Alias] We've got three minutes between guards. In and out.

[horse blusters]

[horses whinnies]

[horses whinnying]

[Alias] Come on, Billy. Gotta go!

- [grunts] - [horse whinnies]

[dramatic music plays]

[indistinct chatter]

[hammer striking metal]

Morning.

Yeah. What can I do for you, boy?

I was hoping you might be able to put some new shoes on him.

[grunts, sighs]

How come a young fellow like you

got such a fine young horse like this?

- I bought him. - Who from?

I know all the dealers around here.

I bought him down in New Mexico.

Oh.

He was branded.

I heard some horses got stolen up at Camp Grant.

Did you steal him, boy? You steal him from the Army?

See, I'm ex-Army myself.

[horse whinnies in distance]

We used to shoot horse thieves.

And I told you...

I bought him down in New Mexico.

Listen, if you don't want the business...

Who said I didn't want it?

What's your name?

William H. Bonney.

[horse whinnies in distance]

[dog barking in distance]

[dramatic music plays]

[indistinct chatter]

[insects chirping]

- [gasps] - [gun cocks]

It's just me.

What are you doing?

Watching you sleep.

Like a baby.

Why?

'Cause I'm leaving.

Now?

Yep.

Me and Hooker fell out.

He found out. So I shot him.

That's why I'm moving on.

[sighing]

[door opens]

[door closes]

[indistinct chatter]

[laughter]

[door slams]

[blacksmith] Here's my girl.

- [laughing] - [gasps]

[laughs lecherously]

Well, well, if it ain't Mr. William H. Bonney.

[chuckles]

I still reckon you stole that horse.

Hope you folks don't mind playing with a horse thief!

[Billy] I told you I ain't no horse thief.

You! Why don't you shut your fool mouth?

Or what?

Huh? Fucking darkie?

[man] All right, gentlemen. Settle down. Settle down.

[blacksmith] Come on! Come on!

- [man] Hey! Settle down. - Hey.

What've you got against me?

Nothin'.

Well, then, do as he says.

Shut your mouth.

How about you just leave this town?

I've got as much a right to be here as you do, Mr. Cahill.

It's a free country.

You're a horse-thief and a liar, boy.

[shrieks]

[indistinct shouting]

- [Alice] Stop it! Stop it! - [grunting]

[grunting continues]

[shrieks]

[grunting]

- [shouts] - [gunshot]

[gasps]

[Alice] Billy?

[indistinct chatter]

[panting]

[dramatic music]

[Alice] We all saw.

It wasn't your fault.

You might like to get outta here.

[dramatic music plays]

[crickets chirping]

[flames crackling]

Ma...

I need to speak to you.

I killed a man.

I didn't mean to.

I had no choice.

I don't know if I can ask for forgiveness.

Maybe not.

Ma, I know what you'd say.

Can't run away from it.

[dramatic music plays]

Can't pretend it never happened.

I have to go back.

Tell the truth.

Face the consequences.

Is that what you think?

My name is William H. Bonney.

I'm here to talk to you about the death

of Francis P. Cahill, the blacksmith.

[man] William H. Bonney, you have been arrested

for the foul murder of the blacksmith

known to us all as Windy Cahill. How do you plead?

It wasn't murder.

It was self-defense.

Mr. Cahill attacked me.

And somehow, during the struggle,

I got a hold of the gun, and it just went off.

I swear on my mother's grave, I never meant to kill him.

I'm afraid your guilt is already established,

Mr. Bonney, due to your previous conviction

for armed robbery in Silver City

and your unlawful escape from jail.

Ask any of the witnesses in that saloon,

and you will know the truth.

Sir.

My family came to America

on the promise of

just and fair treatment for all.

And I came back here today

because I want to believe that promise.

[man] You are arraigned for trial.

In the meantime, for the safety of the public,

I order you placed in the guardhouse

under surveillance until you are brought to justice.

[chain clinks]

[indistinct chatter]

[woman] There he is!

[man] He killed Windy! Murderer!

[man 2] You'll rot in jail, kid!

[woman] Hang him, Sheriff!

[man] Hang him, Sheriff!

[Alice] Billy! Billy!

[woman] Hang him, Sheriff!

Leave the prisoner alone, Miss!

[man] You're going to hell, son!

[man 2] Hang him!

[indistinct shouting]

[keys clinking]

[door slams]

[latch closes]

[horse whinnying in distance]

[man] Sir, you can't go any closer.

[Ash] I'm a certified journalist.

I'm here to see the prisoner.

You're a man of the law. Surely you aren't intending

to infringe upon the freedom of the press, are you?

Let me have your gun.

Mr. Up son. What the hell are you doing here?

I have ears everywhere, Billy.

Well, it's nice to see a friendly face.

I had no choice, Mr. Up son.

I would never kill in cold blood.

They wanna try you for murder. They're all corrupt.

They're not interested in the truth.

I'm not layin' down, Mr. Up son.

I'm gonna find a way outta here.

[chuckles] I don't doubt that for a minute.

But when you do

you'll have an eye over your shoulder,

a gun in your hand.

From here on out, they'll call you a murderer.

- I'm no murderer. - No.

No. You are a good and a decent person, Billy.

Wherever you go from here

never forget that.

Will you do me one thing?

Find Alice at the saloon and just tell her

thank you.

This won't be our last meeting, Mr. Up son.

Damn sure.

[insects chirping]

[indistinct whispering]

[door creaks]

[gasps]

[dramatic music plays]

[branch cracking]

[horse nickers]

[horse blusters]

[horse nickers]

[breathing heavily]

[man] Horse.

[Billy] I don't need that stuff! I just need my horse!

Please don't take him! I'll die out here!

You and your people have taken all of our lands.

In return, I do not take your life, only your horse.

[breathing unsteadily]

[breathing heavily]

[coyotes howling in distance]

[insects chirping]

[panting]

[eerie music plays]

[gun cocks]

[gun clicks]

[gunshots]

[gunshot]

[screams]

[Kathleen] Billy.

- Billy. - [gun clicks]

Billy. Billy.

[grunts]

- [woman] Billy? - [Billy] What?

[woman] Billy?

- What? - [woman] Hey.

- [gasps] - [woman] It's okay, Billy.

[gasps]

[sighing]

[Billy] Who are you?

My name's Barbara.

Barbara Jones.

How do you know who I am?

I don't understand.

- Where am I? - New Mexico.

Hey, you're... you're still pretty sick.

[breathing heavily]

I'm gonna feed you up and get you well again.

Barbara?

Yeah.

I'm tired.

Then sleep.

[birds chirping]

[footsteps approaching]

So this is Lincoln County.

Just outside Fort Stanton.

This your place?

No.

We just... kinda occupy it.

It was empty.

Who's "we"?

I run with a group called the Seven River Gang.

The boys are away, rustling herds.

That enough for you?

Yeah, I guess.

What am I doing here?

I don't remember much,

apart from the trail and coyotes, and

when my horse got stolen.

One of the boys found you on the trail.

You were flat out, and like to die, he said,

but recognized you and

brought you here.

How'd he recognize me?

You don't even know how famous you are.

There are "Wanted" posters for you all over the state.

And you don't mind me being here?

I hang out with outlaws. I like outlaws.

They're dangerous but... exciting to be around.

I admire their point of view, and mostly I share it.

My folks were Calvinists.

Worshippers of the devil.

I couldn't wait... to escape and be free.

My folks, back in Ireland, were called...

Rebels.

Against the British.

They couldn't wait to escape here

to America.

They wanted to be free, too.

You and I, Billy

we're part of the same tribe.

How long are your boys gonna be away?

[sighs]

Another week or so, I guess.

[soft music plays]

[Billy] ♪ Oh, bury me not

♪ On the lone prairie

♪ Those words came low

♪ And mournfully

♪ From the pallid lips

♪ Of the youth who lay

♪ On his dying bed

♪ At the close of day

♪ I wish to lie

♪ Where a mother's prayers

♪ And a sister's tear

♪ Will linger there

♪ Where friends can come

♪ Weep over me

♪ Oh, bury me not

♪ In the lone prairie

[Billy humming]

[Barbara and Billy humming]

[horses galloping in distance]

[men calling indistinctly]

[men hooting indistinctly]

They're back.

[hooting indistinctly]

[hooting indistinctly]

[horse whinnies]

[horse blusters]

[Barbara] Billy, I'm sorry.

Billy?

[dramatic music plays]