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

It's my land, Garrett. Became mine when we signed that lease.

He's right, Mr. Garrett.

I'm paying you off when we get back. And I'm breaking that goddamn lease.

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

What law is that?

The Santa Fe Ring law?

Shit.

Goddamn law is ruining the country.

Ain't you still a part of that law?

Something wrong with that harness.

I believe they elected you and paid you good wages

for killing the Kid, huh?

You rotten son of a bitch.

You try your luck, Eno.

You miss more than anybody else does.

I'll bet on it.

Get down.

Damn, it's Garrett.

Hello, Bill.

Pretty fair shooting for an old married man.

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

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

- Hey, Billy. - Who's this you got with you?

- You're looking good. - Having some kind of fiesta?

Hello, Black.

No, we always live like this. You ought to visit us more often, huh?

Well, I reckon the whole damn territory's

gonna be one big open jug for us now. Is that right, Pat?

Ain't that right, Pat?

Take a two-day ride from Lincoln

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

Better collect it now, Black.

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

I understand those Mexican senoritas are still pretty as ever down there.

Yeah?

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

- Remember them sisters? - No. Which ones were they?

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

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

You threw a dime on her pillow.

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

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

You don't figure he's too good to drink with us, do you?

Maybe it's the other way around.

Just get a couple glasses.

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

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

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

Shit, you know me better than that.

You heard about Evan?

He drowned in the Rio Grande...

trying to get back to that old Mex you were talking about.

Took two of the posse with him.

I'm sorry to hear that.

I always liked old Evan.

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

We did have some times, didn't we?

It's gotta be pretty hard to turn your back on all that.

- You want it straight? - If that's what you're here for.

The electorates...

want you gone.

Out of the country.

But are they telling me, or are they asking me?

I'm asking you.

But in five days, I'm making you.

I might take over sheriff of Lincoln County.

Old Pat.

Sheriff Pat Garrett.

Sold out to the Santa Fe Ring.

How does it feel?

It, uh...

feels like times have changed.

Times maybe.

Not me.

Hey. Why don't you stick around?

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

No. I gotta get back.

Adios, Pat.

Adios, Bill.

Don't press your luck.

Not worried about my luck.

Why don't you kill him?

Why?

He's my friend.

Get on up, Billy.

You hear what I'm saying?

Yeah!

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

Like to waste the best part of the damn day.

Come on, boy, let that squirrel loose! You like to shake it to death.

I'm just scratching.

Chisum's cattle's waiting on us.

Ah, let them wait.

I hate a son of a bitch that gets up noisy and full of himself.

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

That's awful.

- Pat ain't gonna like this. - What?

Coming down hard on him.

Day after he got his new badge.

- Hell, ain't no way he's gonna know. - I ain't afraid of Pat Garrett.

Well, all right, a little bit.

Bastards!

I best go get them horses watered.

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

Hell, that's Garrett.

Goddamn him too!

Now he's got Bell and half the town of Lincoln out there with him.

Help me up.

Oh! Sweet Mary's ass.

Don't let me go down.

They killed me. I'm gut-shot for sure.

Hold your fire!

Hold your fire!

Hold it!

Bill!

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

What are you taking me in for?

Which one was that?

Buckshot Roberts.

For the killing of Buckshot Roberts!

Hell, that was a year ago.

I shot him straight up.

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

Guess he ate.

- They're closing down the store on us. - For sure.

Maybe it's time you took a walk.

Hell, yes. Why not?

I can still hold a gun.

We gotta move. I'm going fast.

Kid.

Oh! Sweet Mary's ass.

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

Hey...

I ain't afraid of him now.

Hold your fire!

We're coming out!

Hold it!

You go left. I'll go right.

Might be they ain't circled us.

Might be the dog would've caught the rabbit,

if he hadn't thought to shit.

Where are the goddamn horses?

- That's enough! - Hold it! Hold it!

All right, Kid!

Come on out if you're still alive!

Game's over!

Coming out, Pat!

You're in poor company, Pat.

Yeah, I'm alive, though.

So am I.

I never figured to hear you brag on being a working man.

I never figured you for the law, either.

It's just a way of staying alive.

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

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

That's a fine ambition, Pat.

You keep thinking like that

and I'll keep thinking on how I'm gonna spend your money.

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

is when you stand before the highest court there is.

May it sit in judgment on your rotten soul.

Now, you listen. Listen to me good.

Just before that rope snaps, it's gonna hit you

like a bolt of lightning that what I been telling you is the truth.

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

Three to you.

What do you believe in, Bell?

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

- and raise you 5. - Billy.

Somewhere in the Good Book, it says there's a time for everything.

A time to love, a time to hate.

A time to kill.

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

I heard God's fast.

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

You will.

Well, that puts me on my way.

- Go out and collect a few more taxes. - All yours.

Two days, boy.

I count eight days till dawn, Billy.

Best be on your knees and make an acquaintance

of your Lord and master.

Pat, keep that mule's asshole away from me

before I have to break him.

I surely wish you would try, son.

I got my shotgun full of 16 thin dimes.

Enough to spread you out

- like a crazy woman's quilt. - Bob.

Why don't you sing the song of Jesus while there's still a way?

Bob. Bob.

Damn it.

You mess around with him one more time, I'll have to send your ass back to Texas.

Don't.

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

I fold, Billy.

Folding three queens now, are you?

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

- I guess I just ain't seeing them. - Well, I tell you what.

As long as I'm still breathing, let's just play it straight up.

I ain't sold my saddle like you and the rest of the town boys, Bell.

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

On your knees.

Kiss my ass.

- On your knees, I said! - Bob!

Repent, you son of a bitch.

Sweet Jesus, I repent.

Not till you taste the fear of the Lord.

- I'll show you. - Bob, stop.

I'll take you for a walk across hell on a spider web.

Your trouble, boy, is you don't know about God!

Leave off, Bob! You've gone loco!

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

I'm thirsty as hell.

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

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

That last thump got my guts going.

I need to go to the outhouse.

My horse loco'd on me once coming back from Pacheco.

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

He died on me and I ended up walking 40 miles.

I never was much for walking.

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

Fell in with a bunch of Mescaleros.

They was just off the reservation and I was suspicioned of them.

But I had some biscuit on me

and I give it to them and they just rode off.

That's a hell of a story, Bell.

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

He won't come on a man.

You ought to not talk about him that way. You and him used to be pretty close.

He ain't the same man.

He signed himself over to Chisum and every other goddamn landowner

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

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

Selling us out and getting fat?

Ain't that easy, Billy.

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

You know I was.

I don't mean to be contrary. I ever tell you how he died?

- I heard it from Sam Deadrick. - Yeah.

And now I'd like you hear it from me.

Shot him three times in the back. Blew his goddamn head off.

I don't wanna kill you, Bell.

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

Then just move toward me.

Don't. Don't do it, please.

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

- What the hell was that? - I heard shooting.

Watch out, he's got a shotgun.

How's Jesus look to you now, Bob?

Bonney's killed Bell!

Yeah, he's killed me, too.

Keep the change, Bob.

Bring me an ax.

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

I want you to go over to that livery stable,

get me the best horse you got.

Si, señor.

Brought you a horse, Billy. Try him again.

By God, I think I'm just gonna trade you that fine brown horse for your buckskin.

What the hell, Billy?

I'll throw in about $1.60 worth of change

if you can dig it out of old Bob there.

Whoa.

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

Anything you say, sheriff.

Hell of a mess, Pat.

Shot Bell and Ollinger and rode on out.

Yeah. Do me up good this time, Giuseppe.

And leave the mustache on it.

Boy around?

Boy.

Speak to Mr. Garrett.

Yes, sir.

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

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

And then I want you to stampede-like over to the courthouse,

find John Newley and all the other boys that are standing around over there

and tell them to come over here and pay me a visit. Got that?

John Newley, courthouse. Yes, sir.

Who are you?

That's a good question.

I believe you know of me. Bill Kermit.

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

That'd be me, sheriff.

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

for calling you a cheat at monte.

That'd be me.

Alamosa Bill.

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

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

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

And get one of them good bottles they got behind the bar there, huh?

I want to have me a bath.

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

Yeah.

- They say William Bonney has escaped. - He has.

And he's in old Mexico, I hope.

Where we should be if I had any sense.

If not, I'll go after him.

Got too much riding on it not to.

I figure that's why they elected me.

Anyways, I don't give a damn.

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

If I have to.

You might say that you are glad to see me.

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

I'm sorry.

I've gotta go down to the saloon.

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

Goes by the name of Alamosa Bill.

Said he rode with the Kid down in West Texas.

Will you be blessing this house with your presence for dinner?

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

- It's been a long year. - Not now.

My people don't talk to me.

They say you are getting to be too much of a gringo

since you've been sheriff,

that you've made deals with Chisum.

You don't touch me.

You are dead inside.

I wish you'd never put on that badge.

- Not now! - Si, ahora!

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

We'll deal with this...

when it's over.

I hope he gets away.

Well, he won't.

There's too much play in him.

And not enough in you.

You're late, Pat.

Ah. More cognac, please.

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

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

May I offer you some supper?

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

Of course. Some brandy.

I do hope you enjoy these rainy New Mexican evenings.

They have a fabulous melancholy to them.

They bring us closer to some greater design.

At least I hope so.

Uh, allow me to introduce Mr. Lewelyn Howland.

And, uh, this man is Norris.

These gentlemen are very concerned about the escape of William Bonney.

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

Escaped from my jail.

Exactly.

This territory is vast and primitive.

There is money here,

growing investments and political interests.

We must protect these investments

so that the area can continue to prosper and grow.

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

I did.

Then you must be aware of his moves.

Well, I know Billy.

And he ain't exactly predictable.

Oh, come now, sheriff.

For a man who's half-outlaw himself and still smart enough

to be elected sheriff by Chisum and the other big ranchers,

I expect better than that.

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

Oh, I can bring him in...

if the big peckerheads don't mess things up

by starting another cattle war.

I can assure you, Mr. Garret,

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

And in this particular game, there are only a few plays left.

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

We're offering a reward of $1000 for the Kid's capture.

You can have 500 now.

Well, I aim to bring the Kid in.

But until I do...

better take your $500

and shove it up your ass and set fire to it.

Commendable notion, sheriff.

Eno.

Well, now.

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

How's it going, Luke?

You are a son of a bitch.

I thought they was getting ready to trim you, boy.

There's a whole bunch of us just fixing to ride in.

Thought I'd save you all a trip.

Or somebody did.

I figured I'd lay back a few days, maybe more.

Ahem. Well, it sure is pleasurable seeing you back again, Kid.

Aren't you glad I'm back?

Welcome home, Billy.

And did you miss me?

So much you had to take up with that low-tackled piece of old hide.

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

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

Well, I figured to watch you get stretched

but might have knowed you'd show up.

Good thing somebody did.

These four rode in here this morning.

What's your name, boy?

Alias.

Alias what?

Alias anything you please.

What do we call you?

Alias.

Hell, let's call him Alias.

That's what I'd do.

Alias it is.

Thank you.

You boys hungry?

I didn't catch your name.

Didn't give it out.

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

But I know your'n.

And that's enough.

Hey, Silva.

You remember that meeting with John Jones

and that old man they called U.S. Christmas down there in El Rito?

Old man they called U.S. Christmas?

- Four pints. - Yeah?

Seems John stepped on one of U.S.'s boots

one night they's both in town.

Old U.S., he'd been out hunting buffalo for six months.

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

He had on a pair of these flat-heeled about half-length Wellington boots.

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

And John stepped on one of them.

That old man stood back and said, "Let's get to it."

So John said to U.S:

“If you gonna get that riled over a pair of foreign, lady-looking boots,

we just might as well get the ball rolling."

So he went out in the middle of the street and they took the ten steps.

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

I must have known them from somewhere.

It's too soon for bounty hunters.

Alias?

What the hell?

Garrett?

I thought you was in Lincoln.

What the hell you doing?

You get your ass over there, Gate.

Howdy, Cullen.

Howdy do, yourself.

What you doing with that piece of sheep dip?

I'd like to blow his thieving head off just for riding through my town!

I ain't paid nobody no never mind.

Been staying in my own good hole.

Fact is, I'm thinking about going to Texas.

Kid broke out.

Killed Ollinger and Bell.

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

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

Gate's been holed up outside of town here with Black Harris and Sut Cole.

That bunch.

Been meaning to roust them out of here,

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

I don't know nothing about the boys. Don't know nothing about the Kid.

I understand you been riding for Chisum.

I'd rather be on the outside of the law

than packing a badge for that town Lincoln and them which is running it.

It's a job.

Comes an age in a man's life...

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

Well, it's gonna cost you some change.

I got to the point where I don't do nothing for nobody

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

One of these days when I get my boat built,

I'm gonna drift out of this damn territory.

This town's got no hat-size, no how.

Mama!

Where'd you put my badge?

I don't like it, Cullen.

This town is not worth it.

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

Well, any time you're ready.

Company's coming.

- Indians? - Sheriff Baker.

Hey, Black Harris!

I want to talk to you!

Whoa, boy. Whoa.

Black?

I ain't seen the Kid.

If'n that's what you're sniffing after!

But if it's straight up one-to-one you want, then I'm your man!

I'm looking for sign, Black.

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

Ain't that many of us left.

Remember? You and me rode into this county together.

How long ago was that, Pat?

Oh, hell, about 15 years ago.

Pat, I know where the Kid's at.

I'll tell you...

when you're lying proper on the ground.

It'll be the last words you ever hear.

Hey, look at that!

Look at them turkeys.

Hey, hold them critters, Silva.

Come on, kid, let's get them.

Fellas, come on!

What you got there?

I got me a turkey.

Let me see that bird.

Oh, I could have roped four or five of them if it wasn't for you.

Them's Mr. Chisum's cattle.

And this is Chisum's land.

Where you going, Mr. Silva?

Get your rifle.

We got a living cow thief.

You want some coffee?

I could use some.

Name is Poe.

John W. Poe out of Fort Griffin, Texas.

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

Now, the governor made me a deputy. I figure he probably told you.

Already got me a deputy.

Two's better than one.

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

I hear talk on the trail the Kid's in Mexico.

Don't figure to me.

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

Which way we going?

I'm going south to west.

That'd be the Chisum ranch.

Chisum is a fine man.

Country's gotta make a choice.

The time's over for drifters and outlaws that's got no backbone.

I'm gonna tell you this once.

I don't wanna have to say it again.

This country's getting old and I'm to get old with it.

Now, the Kid don't want it that way.

He might be a better man for it. I ain't judging.

I don't want you explaining nothing to me,

I don't want you saying nothing about the Kid

and nobody else in my goddamn county.

Garrett to see you, Mr. Chisum.

- All right. Somebody else try him. - Yes, sir.

Mescaleros stole 40 head of horses last week.

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

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

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

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

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

- We thought maybe you heard something. - Yeah. I'll tell you what I heard.

Billy the Kid is in Toscosa.

Billy the Kid is in Tombstone.

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

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

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

- You staying for supper? - No, thanks.

Mr. Poe?

I... Yes, I could eat.

Fine. Bunkhouse is right behind the large barn.

Men usually eat when the cook lets them.

Interesting meeting you, Mr. Poe. Perhaps I'll see you again sometime.

Glad to be of service, Garrett. But don't overuse it.

I appreciate the loan.

You gonna get him?

Adios.

My friends.

Good luck. Until I see you.

Come to Mexico, Billy.

People know you're here.

I say this as a friend.

Hell, no. In Mexico, you'd be nothing but another drunken gringo

shitting out chili peppers and waiting for nothing.

It's got a good edge.

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

And it's all Chisum's.

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

I have no quarrel with Chisum.

It's an old war that is over.

Let him alone... and he will let you alone.

Don't you believe it, my friend.

I must believe it.

Adios.

- Adios. - Adios, Paco.

You could leave. You could live in Mexico.

Could you?

Yeah! I could live anywhere.

I could leave anywhere too.

- Have you ever been in California? - Not yet.

I ain't either.

They're sure pushing on me to go somewhere.

Yeah. Your leaving would sure give Garrett some size.

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

Mexico might not be bad for a couple of months.

Depends on who you are.

I reckon.

They'd love us to drive with you.

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

I guess that depends who you are.

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

There gonna be some hard times coming down.

Remember me to whoever rides by.

Boy, get some water for these horses.

Sorry about the goddamn... Hello there, Lemuel.

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

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

Shake it up, it's got a little ore on it.

That's the fairest drink of whiskey you ever throwed a lip over, boy.

Know you around these parts?

I never rode through here before.

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

They're already talking about you in Lincoln.

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

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

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

I'll pick you up in Roswell, five days. Six at the most.

I might be able to find something out there alone.

Are you getting tired, Garrett?

Looks like you only got a couple more days left in you.

Yeah, well, adios.

You want yourself a woman?

One come in here from Albuquerque, run a cathouse over.

Name is Bertha.

Got an ass on her like a forty-dollar cow.

And a tit, I'd like to see that thing filled full of tequila.

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

Howdy, ma'am.

Mr. Horrell.

Hey, Tommy.

Billy, didn't think we'd be getting to see you.

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

Sit down, Bill.

Picked a fine time to come, Billy.

I sure never figured on you for taking on the badge.

Didn't figure on it myself.

Just in town being sociable.

Rode in from Seven Rivers to watch you hang.

Garrett swore me in when you lit out.

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

Fill yourself, Billy.

Another fried pie?

Sure. Don't mind if I do.

Never tasted anything so good.

Thank you, ma'am.

Billy?

Tomato.

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

Can't say I did.

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

Pat Garrett's got more sand than most.

Yeah, I'm outlawed for sure.

Old Alamosa here will see to that.

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

And old Pat was an outlaw.

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

Well, we best get to it.

Just got through putting up that new cottonwood door.

Used the old one for my son John.

Got into a shooting with Olin Carroll.

He's buried out yonder there.

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

John was a good hand.

Couldn't shoot, though.

Holly, you and Lee give me a hand with this door.

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

Well, let's get to it.

Ten steps?

Suits me.

You count them.

Ain't thought of another way, have you?

No, I can't come up with nothing.

Get to it.

One, two, three, four,

five, six, seven, eight.

That wasn't ten, hoss.

I never could count.

At least I'll be remembered.

Howdy, old-timer.

You're wasting the best part of your day.

Hello, Holly.

Bit off your graze, ain't you?

A bit.

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

Everybody knows the Kid ain't nowhere in this territory.

Nobody's seen him.

Maybe he'd be outside there.

I wish he'd come in and get himself a drink.

Get himself a drink?

Yeah.

Well, I had mine.

Don't need to run off, Holly.

He ain't out there, Pat.

You boys better shuck them gun belts. Just let them lay where they fall.

Boys carrying wages?

What kind of wages you mean?

Well, any kind of wages.

Thought maybe we could have a few sociable hands.

Ain't no harm in being sociable.

No harm in being sociable.

Boy, go over there to Lemuel,

get that shotgun he's got his fingers wrapped around,

and bring it over to me stock first.

Do it.

It ain't no use you getting a mad on, Pat. I wasn't set on using that.

But those boys have been patronizing me real well.

No use getting a mad on, Pat. We been patronizing him real well.

I want you to stand over behind the breed here.

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

and rap him smartly on the back of the head.

You do it, boy, or this bullet that's going through his chest

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

Private parts?

- Lemuel? - Yeah?

I want you to drag your fat ass over here so we can all see you.

You're crazier than a mule-humping goat.

Sitting there with all that law crammed inside of you, just busting to get out.

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

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

Boy.

Come over here.

I want you to take Lemuel's hat

and stuff it down over his eyes, gentle-like.

Those eyes ain't seen nothing but the bad news side of things

since he's been in this territory.

And I'm looking right smack-dab at it.

Now, I want you to go over there to that shelf of air-tights

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

Let's hear it!

Uh... "Beans."

"Beans."

"Spinach."

"Eastern plums.”

"Beans."

"Beef stew."

- "Salmon." - Two's a better game anyway.

- Isn't it, Holly? - "Pears."

Listen, Pat, we haven't done nothing.

All we did was come in and wet ourselves down.

"Spinach."

Take it right from the bottle, Holly.

"Beef stew."

No need to stand on manners around here.

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

"Climax tobacco."

Just keep on going there.

"A&K fine quality tomatoes."

He's trying to drown you, boy. That's what.

Trying to get his bark back on you.

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

"A&K salmon."

"Beans."

"Spinach and beans."

"Baked beans."

"Beans."

Boy, this sure lights up and kill you.

"Baked beans."

"Beans."

"Quality..."

"Quality..."

"Beef stew."

Tell me, Pat.

Are you afraid to take it to the Kid or what?

Ever since you and the Kid have been together,

you've just been a little...

A little short on supplies, you know what I mean?

"Lima beans."

Aw, hell. Heh.

I don't care about either one of youse.

"Lard."

"Quality, uh..."

"Quality, uh, salmon."

Ahem. "Plums."

"Beans."

"Tomatoes."

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

I ain't gonna never forgive you for this.

"Succotash."

"Beets."

"Spinach."

Boy.

When you see Billy...

tell him we had a little drink together.

I told you! You face the likes of Kid and you give.

Why don't you shut up?

I don't wanna hear no more of that whiny talking.

I never would have.

You faced with Bonney, you give. All there is to it.

- I'll give him buckshot. - Yeah.

Always knew you had it in you before seeing you.

Ain't nobody gonna take my hat and rifle. Nobody.

Shit.

You run across Bonney?

Over at Seven Rivers.

A lot of people said he's going to Mexico, but that ain't what I see'd.

If he much as stomped his foot, you'd spooked right up your own ass.

Shit. I ain't afraid of the Kid.

All he could do is blow my damn head off,

and being with you makes that look like a blessing.

I'm tired.

Tired of looking for yellow rocks.

Tired of trying not to look at your ugly face.

Tired of seeing the land get crowded up.

Tired of being snaped at and sunstruck,

waiting to be killed.

Looks likely you're tired, all right.

Where you figure the Kid is now?

Who wants to know?

Yeah.

Who wants to know?

I do.

Listen, fella.

When I start talking about Billy the Kid,

I don't go shooting my mouth off to strangers.

I want you to watch this,

and then I want you to tell me if I'm a stranger.

You ain't no stranger, all right.

You baldheaded old bastard, you.

- Where is he? - Fort Sumner!

Obliged.

You handled a crude situation...

with remarkable skill.

No! No!

No!

It's ready.

Jesus Christ.

You working for Chisum?

Yeah, we're working for him.

Hello, Paco.

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

No, not here.

For us, amigo.

It will be on the other side.

In Old Mex.

I will sell my sheep...

and I will build the adobe bridge myself.

You know, Billy...

I put a vine, a grapevine, around the veranda.

And I will have three chairs and I will sit in the middle one.

Anyone who doesn't do right according to nature and my mother,

I will blow his head off.

Billy.

Look who's here.

Hey! Look who's here.

I was hoping that was you as soon as I seen your dust.

I was hoping that was you.

I ain't shut of this country yet.

I should've known better.

Beaver.

Goddamn glad to see you, buddy.

You boys look a little grim.

You need somebody back here to spur your flanks, don't you?

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

Nobody's running us off.

Not Garrett...

Chisum,

or that goddamn governor.

Chisum killed Paco.

Hello, Rupert.

Take your old room.

- Key's in the door. - Oh, Rupert.

What ladies you have hosting for you nowadays?

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

and there's Ruthie Lee and, uh, Pauline.

I'll be up in Ruthie Lee's room.

She won't be wanting to see you.

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

Well, send her up anyway.

You want another one?

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

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

Come in.

- Hello, Ruthie. - Which way do you wanna go?

I don't know yet.

Gotta ask a few questions first.

He was here a few weeks ago.

I don't know where he went.

Better do better than that, Ruthie.

You're gonna have to do me one more time

‘cause I owe the Kid that much.

Now you tell me.

Fort Sumner.

What room's Garrett in?

End of the hall.

Garrett?

Come on in. Door's not locked.

Well? Where's he at?

Sumner.

Yeah, well, I don't wanna hear about that.

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

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

Tell him to meet me downstairs.

Don't say nothing about nothing.

Thank you, Rupert.

Your jail empty?

I recollect that it is.

- Who's the deputy? - Sack Oliver.

Well, I got the girls upstairs, locked up.

Take the girls over to see old Sack Oliver.

Give him the key.

Go on. Give him the key.

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

Where we going, anyway?

Fort Sumner.

Ain't nothing out there but some old cattle thieves.

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

No, I ain't going.

You owe it to me.

I do? For what?

For not killing you over at Rosewater.

For getting you this job.

And not seeing you run out of this territory.

For pulling you out of that snowdrift up at Chamas.

And for coldcocking you over at Stillwater's saloon last fall,

and saving you from Rabbit Owens biting off your ear,

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

Yeah.

Well, I...

I hope they spell my name right in the papers.

Billy?

Cut the dust.

Ooh.

He's coming in, Billy.

Yeah, I reckon.

Maybe he wants to have a drink with me.

I'd just as soon ride in and get it over with.

He ain't gonna be there anyway.

Hell, I don't have nothing against the Kid.

Saving maybe he killed J.W. Bell.

Yep.

I sure did like J.W.

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

I know old Pete.

Hello, Pete.

Heard you were back.

Obliged.

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

No reason not to.

I got no need for it.

Been on any drives?

Nah.

Recollect a time Toddy Sparks got his horse stoled.

Jace Summers stole it.

Just up and stole it.

Was up by Del Rio.

Old Toddy got even, though.

He sure did.

Put a rattler in Jace's blanket.

Bit him through the neck.

Buried him in a thunderstorm.

Summer of '71, it was.

Man, what are you, some kind of frog watcher or something?

- Take it easy. I got the wrong room. - You goddamn right you got the wrong room.

- Who in the hell you looking for? - Somebody else.

What somebody else?

It's cold.

It's cold.

Hello, Will.

Hello, sheriff.

You finally figured it out, huh?

Go on. Get it over with.

Jesus.

Jesus.

Oh, Jesus.

I'm hungry.

I'll get you something.

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

That's the Kid. Right there.

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

Go on. Shoot him!

Who's that?

Who the hell are you?

Hello, Pete.

Evening, Pat.

Easy.

We come to see Pete Maxwell.

Chicken-shit bastard.

Hey, Pete. Who's that out there?

I want his trigger finger.

I want it cut off!

I want it nailed to a post, and then I want him taken back to Lincoln!

No!