(WIND HOWLING)
(HORN BLARING)
(BRAKES SQUEALING)
Mr. Roberts?
William Roberts?
Thought you lost me.
You weren't kidding, were you?
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 wanna go before the Governor.
I wanna be pardoned.
Pardoned? For what?
For the killing of twenty one men.
I was promised a pardon seventy years and three months ago.
And you tell him
that you're bringing in Brushy 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 chicken shit.
Get back in your vehicle and drive
before I make it 22, just for the goddamn hell of it.
PHALEN: Can you show me some evidence?
Scars or something? I don't know.
Do you have any scars?
BILL: What I'm gonna 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, he drew first.
I got the drop on him.
HUNTER: Say what you will.
I figure to get at least 100 dogies for his trigger finger.
(BIRD SCREECHES)
(GRUNTING)
Wait.
Do I know you?
Yeah. You know me. You do.
Yeah.
(CHUCKLES NERVOUSLY) Yeah.
GARRETT: What's your name?
Travers. From Tularosa.
Travers...
No.
RUDABAUGH: Why you didn't hide out up in the canyons
don't make the sense God gave a mule.
I don't know.
Now, here's a dandy.
BILL: 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.
And contrary to what they say, I liked the son of a *****.
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,
shall we give him a burial?
GARRETT: Yeah, why not?
BILL: I was making one hell of a name for myself.
(GUNSHOT)
(MEN LAUGHING)
Friday?
Good. Very good, Pietro.
Okay, so we have Friday.
Family.
Fulminate.
What else?
Over there.
STUDENT 2: A watch?
DOC: Watch. Very good.
STUDENT 3: Wobbly!
Don't move.
(MEN SHOUTING)
Hey, Dave, put your lips around that.
BONNEY: How you doing, Beever?
BEEVER: What happened to you?
Militia's been through. And the cavalry. And they keep on coming.
When you was in Guadalupe, 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?
No, 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.
BEEVER: Get out of here! If I have to tell you one more goddamn time,
I'll put an iron to you! Quien es?
Goddamn vagrant. Came out in the orphan train.
Eating out of my ashcans. Come over here.
BEEVER: Stealing bread from my ovens.
BONNEY: You know who I am? O'FOLLIARD: Yes.
"Yes"?
Where are you from? New York?
Pennsylvania.
What you got in that satchel?
BEEVER: Eastern tenderfoot son of a *****.
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 Piss...
Prince of Pistoleers.
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 with him.
BEEVER: I got you, you little vagrant! Get out! Let go!
And stay the hell out!
Soldados! Andale, andale.
What do you keep bothering me for?
Can't you see I run a respectable place?
Go on. Bother somebody else, will you?
SOLDIER: Shut up, Beever.
Gringo, vente pa'aca.
What's the matter? You only like boys?
Putos. (LAUGHING)
CARPENTER 1: Hey, you bringing someone in? CARPENTER 2: They got one!
OLLINGER: Doc Scurlock. Open her up.
Nice to see you again, Doc.
Got a few of your friends waiting for you.
CUTTER: I know you.
You've been delivered into my hands,
you stinking Presbyterian filth!
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.
OLLINGER: What about a drink, Doc?
Where did they catch you?
Seven rail days east.
Wife?
Child.
Chavez.
Where the hell is he?
Billy.
Whoa, whoa.
(LAUGHS)
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.
GARRETT: 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?
It's getting kinda lonely in here.
No, I don't think Paulita Maxwell is looking for you.
I think Celsa Baca's looking for you.
Whoa, Celsa Baca!
You'd have to bear-grease the damn walls to get that pig in here.
GARRETT: That's the only thing we'd have to bear-grease.
BILL: 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?
(GREET EACH OTHER IN SPANISH)
IGNIO: I found him!
BILL: Well, I'll tell you why.
Because $500 cuts a lot of ties.
Damn it, Ignio.
Move it!
MAN: Keep it down!
Ride, Little Casino.
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 of face.
Cognac, Mr. Bonney?
Uh-uh.
WALLACE: 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 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.
(CHUCKLES)
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.
Ah, ah, Pendleton.
Uh-uh.
The white cake
with the sweet frost.
So, shall we proclaim our secret parlay 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, the Spirit Horse comes.
It takes you there to the other side.
So don't worry too much.
When you die, you're gonna see the Spirit Horse.
She'll come for you, my friend.
Great. Let me tell you something, Chavez.
I don't really want to catch a Spirit Horse.
I don't even want see the other side.
I sure as hell don't want to have my neck broke with a sharp, quick pain.
The only thing I really want to do is get the hell out of here.
Me, too.
WALLACE: Well done, William. Splendid performance.
However, there are three candles left, and only two bullets.
WALLACE: Splendid! What did I say? Didn't I tell you?
Mr. Bonney, District Attorney Rynerson is 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 'bout 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.
BILL: 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, yessir.
(WITH IRISH ACCENT) 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.
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.
BILL: I should've dusted His Excellency's
regal *** 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.
BILL: 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 suppertime.
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.
PRISONER: What the hell's the good news?
DOC: There's tons of it.
The world hates a smart mouth, Scurlock.
You're gonna realize that tomorrow
when you swing from the gallows.
That's if the lynch mob don't come for you first,
which I hear tell they intend to do.
Let me know if you boys want some dessert.
Howdy, Bell. Good evening. Howdy, boys.
If they stick their fingers up again,
I'll blow them off like I did yours, hey, Murphy?
BILL: If there was one thing an outlaw feared
in the New Mexico Territory,
it was lynch-mob justice.
Right on time.
BILL: With no patience for courts and trials,
they did it their own way.
And there was no stopping them.
Mainly because the so-called law
had no damn intentions of stopping them.
Howdy. You're a bit late.
PIT INMATE 1: Vigilantes!
PIT INMATE 2: Jesus, it's a lynch mob!
The Kid's escaped. Little weasel.
MOB MEMBER 1: Oh, I'm sure he did, mister.
OLLINGER: See for yourself.
MOB MEMBER 2: Open the pit.
MOB MEMBER 1: No Billy the Kid in there.
NOOSE MAN: It's true. He's gone.
MOB MEMBER 2: Might as well go.
We got some of his Regulators in there, an Indian and a tenderfoot.
Rode with the Kid on the Tunstall-McSween side.
How'd they be?
MOB MEMBER 1: Shit. They'll have to do. Bring them up.
(PIT INMATES CLAMORING)
MOB MEMBER 1: Pick your tree, breed.
Stop! I order you as a peace officer of Lincoln County.
Gentlemen, I'm a schoolteacher from the city of New York.
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 gonna hang for it.
I swear to you, I never even laid eyes on him.
I was a schoolteacher from the city of New York.
BONNEY: "I'm a teacher 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.
DOC: Jesus. You sure got a lot of boys riding with you these days.
BONNEY: Them ain't my boys.
It's a real lynch mob! Get out!
(SHOUTING AND GUNFIRE)
MOB MEMBER 4: Where'd they go?
MOB MEMBER 5: I don't know.
BONNEY: They went over that way!
I think we got him.
We've got to get 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?
God damn. 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.
I definitely don't take to no Mexicans.
It ain't your gang, Dave.
Mexican-Indian, you son of a *****.
I'm sorry. Tell me something, Chavez.
Was it the savages putting it to a Mexican *****
or was it an Indian ***** putting it to the whole goddamn Mexican army?
Come on!
God damn it.
You 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.
DOC: Billy, please.
I'm taking the Mexican Blackbird.
RUDABAUGH: What are you taking?
BONNEY: The broken trail that goes 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, they'll come up and 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 was pretty good.
That's for you.
It's from New York. It's for the horse.
That horse ain't for sale, Doc.
But how about my boots? They're nice and broke and...
DOC: Son of a *****!
Come on, Billy! Kill that tenderfoot son of a *****.
Get on top of him. Come on!
GARRETT: Break it up, Billy.
DOC: I know you, you son of a *****!
BONNEY: 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, and put on a silk cravat,
that doesn't change what you did! Chavez, let me at him!
You remember John Tunstall?
Remember the story he used to tell us
about the three Chinamen playing fan tan?
Someone runs up to them and says,
"Hey, the world is coming to an end."
The first one says, "Well, I best go to the mission and pray."
The second one says, "Well, hell,
"I'm gonna go buy me a case of mescal and six *****s."
The third one says, "I shall finish the game."
I shall finish the game, Doc.
Whosoever's going for Old Mexico, we ride now.
This ain't the untamed prairie you used to run free over.
I got a family I gotta 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.
They're on their way.
They will kill you, Doc.
You take care of yourself, Pat.
They'll catch you and they'll 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.
I think he'll cross the border. He will.
Chavez, I can't ride with him anymore.
Been trying to spend the last year forgetting about him.
I read about him in the newspaper and them damn 5-cent books.
Jesus Christ, the children of New York City imitate him in the streets.
He's in my sleep.
You gotta understand what I'm saying. It's over.
When the Spirit Horse comes, then it's over.
BILL: Well, Chavez knew what he was talking about.
He'd seen the soldiers murder his entire family.
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.
(URGING HORSE)
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 time to think about it.
Oh, no.
(GENERAL CHATTER AND PRIEST RECITING)
MAN 1: Where's the hammer?
MAN 2: Give us a hand.
MAN 3: That's it. Got it?
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 touching this one.
Billy, where are the men you promised us?
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 is Hendry William French.
You ever shoot anybody before, Hendry William French?
You ever shoot anything before?
Sage hen.
RUDABAUGH: (CHUCKLES) Sage hen.
Tell me something, Hendry, why is it that you want to join my gang, huh?
Well, I ain't...
I ain't a farmer no more.
Lost my wife to the pox.
Lost my land to the money men.
Big Casino, why don't you saw a foot off 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've got to come with us, Pat.
What are you gonna 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 gotta 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.
GARRETT: 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.
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 'em.
He'd just kill them.
Come on, Pat. You're one of us.
You've always been one of us!
I always will be, Billy.
Go on, then! Go on. We don't need you, Pat.
We don't need him.
BEEVER: Soapweed, I got you!
You want to eat out of my ashcans? Go on. Have a chew.
Howdy, Beever.
Sit with the boys.
What the hell is this?
This?
This is the Prince of Pennsylvania.
BILL: 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've really turned out to be a snake, Billy.
When they catch you, they're gonna dry-gulch your stinking bones.
I'm trying to get my friends to Old Mexico. We need some pesos.
I've done some figuring
and I figure that you owe us, Mr. Chisum.
$250 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 them up your arrogant little ***
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.
We saw some of your men up there on the high range.
Passed right by them. Fine bunch.
DOC: Mr. Chisum,
you're right. The Lincoln County War is over.
We just want to get out of here. Get down below.
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.
As long as Billy the Kid is taking some back, I'm with him.
Everything all right, Mr. Chisum?
Yes, everything's fine.
Go on and bring the men in.
We'll have a little fresh coffee with the boys here.
BONNEY: Yoo-hoo.
I'll make you famous.
Mr. Chisum, which one of these boys is fastest with the iron?
Don't you do it, Billy.
That'll be me.
BONNEY: You,
drop the Sam Colt. Billy.
Put her down, now.
Step away.
You owe me $500, Mr. Chisum.
So what I'm gonna do
is kill one of your men for every $5 you owe me.
Only, I'm gonna do it fair.
How's that for square?
When I go for my gun, you start shooting.
But I promise you, you will not make it.
Ready?
Yeah, I'm ready.
Dave.
Oh, my God.
$495.
Hendry.
Oh, my God.
BONNEY: Hendry.
Oh, my...
BONNEY: $490.
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 of a half-wit common horse thief.
That's what I say!
Let's hire a thief to catch one.
Bring him in, Governor, and make the offer.
Pendleton.
If I've been brought here
to be 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.
Pat, we know that you've been with Billy Bonney
several times when he cut my herd.
We're looking for somebody who knows his haunts, his hideouts.
Somebody who is familiar with his patterns.
You are familiar with him, Mr. Garrett?
RYNERSON: 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. That ought to make you feel pretty good.
WALLACE: And we're saying $500.
Up front.
CHISUM: And $500 after.
WALLACE: $1,000, Mr. Garrett.
WALLACE: And all the resources you need
to carry out the extermination
of one William H. Bonney.
Is that satisfactory?
BILL: 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,
well, then we'd help him out, and just take a few of his cows.
HENDRY: I guess what I'm trying to say is, you're called Kid
and Rudabaugh's called Arkansas Dave.
And I dare say Doc's Christian name ain't Doc.
You want a name?
Yes, sir. I would like that very much indeed.
You have to earn it, Hendry.
Until then, you're stuck with plain old Hendry. Sorry.
(GUN COCKS)
Still trying to get this ragsheet 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've changed my mind.
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?
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.
ASHMUN: The country was overgrown with weed and brush
and encumbered with loose rock,
making it almost impassable.
I like that. That's very good.
POE: 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.
ASHMUN: I like that. It's very good.
What did they do now? Spell your name wrong?
Got a new sheriff on us, boys. Goes by the name of Pat Garrett.
Jesus Christ! What the hell did he do that for?
To make himself famous. Be a known man, like me.
What did they say about me?
Nothing, Dave.
Just playing the game, Doc.
We'll give him a game, all right.
All right, Dave's boys, we ride now.
We are gonna give Pat Garrett the ride
of his miserable two-faced stinking life.
Let's skin out, come on!
Come on!
Do you believe this?
BONNEY: Hey, Tom.
Last one out of here drinks dirty dishwater. Come on!
Son of a *****.
Halt.
Burial ground. Warm Springs People.
Apache.
O'FOLLIARD: We better get going.
CHAVEZ: We'll go around.
RUDABAUGH: Chavez, why don't you
go peck shit with the chickens, huh?
You know what they're paying for Apache bone in Silver City, right now?
Christ Almighty, they're making ashtrays, combs, 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.
Whoo!
Silver City, here I come.
(YELLING)
(MUTTERS) Shit.
Son of a...
I don't think so, Dave.
BILL: 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.
Get up.
BILL: 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.
RUDABAUGH: Thank you.
ASHMUN: Garrett!
Get me off this animal! I have to have a movement.
You have to have a what?
He has to have a shit.
ASHMUN: 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?
A 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.
O'FOLLIARD: What's "scum"? BONNEY: Tom, that's bad types.
Politicians, bankers, cattle kings. Scum.
Come on.
Come along, Mother.
JANE: Well, I'll be hog-tied and sent to Hades! Billy!
What have we got here?
DOC: How are you, Jane? JANE: Wicked boys.
Four, five, six wicked boys.
Wicked and wanted, or just plain wicked?
BONNEY: $1,000 are on me.
Yeah? I heard $500.
Well, you heard wrong, Jane.
I also heard that you ain't long for the territory.
DOC: We're not.
We're going to Old Mexico. Right?
Well, good luck. How old is this fellow?
Seventeen. Fourteen and a half.
Fourteen and a half?
Well, don't forget that half.
There's a lot of experience packed into that half.
It's different.
JANE: Look at 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 2,011 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, Jane, have you?
To the eye that don't know no better, yeah, I have.
I've heard enough. My boys would like
some boonda upstairs right quick, darling.
Did 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.
POE: He was hurt pretty good.
Looks like the muskrats are in a trap
and chewing their own legs off.
GARRETT: All right, we're going north.
POE: South, you mean.
No, I mean north.
POE: But, Sheriff, the last time I heard, Old Mexico is still south.
Ever hear of a coydog, Poe? Half common dog, half coyote.
You feed one, he keeps coming around. No fear of man.
The Kid's a coydog.
We've come 150 miles without a town.
Right about now, he's looking for some attention.
Ash!
He ain't my concern.
(ASHMUN CONVERSES IN NAVAJO)
Sheriff, I think I need to have a movement.
Billy!
They don't tolerate scum.
BONNEY: Help me gather the boys. Go on, get everyone downstairs.
Billy the Kid,
alias William H. Bonney.
It's Deputy Carlyle. I best go speak to him.
...and 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!
JANE: 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 say they will string her up
and burn her.
Do you agree to those terms?
BONNEY: Do I agree to those terms?
Who is this guy?
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.
Which of you is the leader of your gang?
That would be me.
RUDABAUGH: Arkansas Dave.
You are not, Dave.
I am so! You are not!
I am so. Are not.
I am so. (CLEARS THROAT) Gentlemen.
I am a deputized man. I do things the law way.
Which way?
Law way.
Law way. I see. Okay, go ahead.
The people out there, they do things their own way.
They got their minds set on a hanging.
It's gonna be hell if I can't control this situation.
So, what I propose is this.
I understand you have an Indian in your group.
BONNEY: Yes, sir. Jose Chavez y 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.
BONNEY: You hear that, Chavez?
Sir, I agree to those terms.
They are 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.
BONNEY: I do.
Dave.
The gentleman's jacket.
There.
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 is going out to satisfy the crowd.
But you obviously don't understand
the meaning of the word "pals."
You think I'd hand my friend over
to a bucket of mule dung like you?
That's an insult.
Turn around, chief.
VIGILANTE 1: Come on, Carlyle, are 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!
(MEN WHOOPING)
Uh-oh.
VIGILANTE 2: Oh, my God. That's Deputy Carlyle.
That's James Carlyle.
Come on, let's go.
They're leaving. They're all skinning out.
Pals.
BILL: 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.
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 *****s 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 tenderfeet, with their shin plaster
and their Sunday wives in their Sunday dresses
with a preacher at the back door by morning
to see if they got the Connecticut blue laws
tattooed on their lily-white buttocks!
DOC: Hey.
You got any water?
Old timer, when did this place boom up?
Last week.
Copper?
No.
Guano. Bat droppings.
Bat droppings?
RUDABAUGH: I've been to gold towns, silver towns.
I've even been to turquoise towns. But never to a bat-shit town.
I can't wait to see the women.
GARRETT: We got them.
GARRETT: Come on!
Ash leeh!
(COURAGEOUS CRIES)
GARRETT: Jesus Christ! Even their horses are crazy.
It's all right. We got time. We'll go back through the arroyo.
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 goddamn government mouth, mister.
The next time you address me common,
I will put you on your prissy little ***.
Sweet Mary's ***. How the hell did you get him to do that?
What's that mean, anyway, "ash leeh"?
It's an ancient Navajo word.
It means "stop."
Stop.
When we get to the top of this bluff,
we'll have a clear view of the Naschitti River.
We'll sell the horses off,
then we'll take a skiff downriver into Mexico.
Tommy, last one up the hill's a three-legged dog!
O'FOLLIARD: Billy.
Is this Old Mexico?
No.
It's Garrett.
Skin out, Tom!
I got him.
O'FOLLIARD: My God!
You shot me.
You really shot me.
Take your medicine, son.
Well, it's a start.
(CHAVEZ SINGS TRIBAL CHANT)
I spent a lot of nights in this cabin after the Lincoln War.
Tried to put another outfit together
but it never was the same.
When you boys came back,
I felt like there was nothing I wouldn't do to keep a gang together.
Keep riding.
What are you saying?
You know what the Mexican Blackbird is?
It's a broken trail that leads to Old Mexico.
It's a half-black, half-Mexican *****
up in Puerto de Luna.
So you mean 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 *****!
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.
William H. Bonney,
you are not a god.
Why don't you pull the trigger and find out?
I got to get back home.
BONNEY: Doc!
What're you doing? We aren't in position yet.
BONNEY: They killed him.
That bastard killed you. Get up, Doc. Come on, get up.
You leave him alone!
RUDABAUGH: He's a dead man!
They're starting to surround us. We gotta skin out of here.
We gotta make a break!
Don't look at this. Look up.
HENDRY: Who's going to bust out first?
Well, Hendry William French, you never killed nobody.
They ain't gonna shoot at you.
HENDRY: Go to hell. They shot Tommy!
RUDABAUGH: Somebody's got to do it.
HENDRY: Jesus, there must be at least 10 of them out there.
DOC: Get me up.
Dave,
it's your gang. What?
It's your gang. You lead us out.
It ain't mine, it's your gang. It's always been your gang.
Don't cross me, Dave.
Billy!
Let's finish the game.
(SHOUTING)
BONNEY: Come on, Chavez! Go!
What the hell did you do that for?
Pat, you son of a *****!
You killed a boy!
And you killed Doc! You knew him!
HENDRY: Chavez is back there!
Hendry, you gotta forget about him. He's buzzard meat.
They all are. It's just you and me, farm boy.
We've got to head for the border.
(EXCLAIMING)
(SHOUTING)
JUDGE: 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 $1.80 can do to a $40 steer?
Let alone a cheap little crook like yourself.
(BLOWS RASPBERRY)
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 in Colorado's like that...
Will you just shut the hell up, Bell?
Chavez.
Chavez, you all right?
What?
Yeah.
You? Just fine.
Okay, Bell, here's another one to prove that the hand is quicker than your mind.
Are you ready? Are you watching?
(IMITATES GUNSHOT) (CHUCKLES)
(DOOR SQUEAKS AND FOOTSTEPS APPROACH)
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?
BONNEY: You open up a new rooming establishment, Greathouse?
Hell, no.
I opened a good sawdust-on-the-floor, proper *****house.
Ma'am?
Goodbye, William H. Bonney.
Thank you.
(FLATULENCE FOLLOWED BY LAUGHTER)
All right, Kid. Let your squirrel go. Move it, pronto.
I wouldn't go in there if I were you.
Kid? Hey...
(GIGGLING)
BONNEY: Yoo-hoo, Bell?
I'll make you famous.
(LAUGHING)
Don't do it, Bell. Bell, come on, don't do it. I ain't kidding.
That was stupid, Bell.
Did Bell kill the Kid?
Hello, Bob!
Shit.
BONNEY: Goodbye, Bob.
Best $1.80 I ever spent.
BONNEY: Quit napping on the job, Bob!
Hey, uh...
Is this Old Mexico here?
(ASKS QUESTION IN SPANISH)
(WHOOPS WITH DELIGHT)
I made it.
You do know who I am, don't you?
Arkansas Dave Rudabaugh.
You know the name?
They know the name.
(SALUTES THEM IN SPANISH)
You're not dead.
Do I look dead?
You should've seen the short work I made of Bob Ollinger.
Spread him out like Tularosa.
(IMITATES EXPLOSION)
We're skinning out.
There's a herd of slow elk resting 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...
It's over.
I guess...
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.
Where 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.
(MARIACHI BAND PLAYS)
(MUSIC, LAUGHTER AND SHOUTING CLIMAX)
(HOOTING AND CHEERING)
Let's finish the game.
BONNEY: Pete.
Pete, did you butcher this morning?
Quien es?
GARRETT: 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 cantina.
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.
BONNEY: The people like me here. They want me here.
Not no more, Billy.
You gonna shoot me, Pat?
I got no choice.
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 and no one would ever know.
You'd come back.
Like a damn nightmare, you'd show up in Arizona, stealing cows.
Then 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 gotta do it.
Yeah.
You got to do it, Pat.
Do it.
I always said that if I cared for someone,
there's nothing I would fail to do.
So I'm gonna 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 *****.
(SCREAMING)
(PRIEST RECITING IN LATIN)
PRIEST: Remember, William Bonney,
dust thou art and unto dust thou shalt return.
(BILL GENTLY LAUGHING)
BILL: I never stole a horse from someone I didn't like.
Did I like him?
Hell, no.
I loved the son of a *****.
You ask me if I have scars.
Yes, sir.
I have my scars.
PHALEN: Mr. Roberts.
Bill, wait.
Billy!
BONNEY: I don't think so, Dave.
Pals.
♪ 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 God knows where I've been
♪ I'm a devil on the run
♪ A six-gun lover
♪ A candle in the wind
♪ Yeah
I'll make you famous.
(BONNEY LAUGHING)
♪ When you're brought into this world
♪ They say you're born in sin
♪ Well at least they gave me 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
♪ I'm going down in a blaze of glory
♪ Lord, I never drew first
♪ But I drew first blood
♪ I'm the devil's son
♪ Call me young gun
♪ Shot down in a blaze of glory
♪ Take me now but know the truth
♪ I'm going out in a blaze of glory
♪ Lord, I never drew first
♪ But I drew first blood
♪ And I'm no one's son
♪ Call me young gun
♪ I'm a young gun
♪ Young gun
♪ I've just seen trouble
♪ He's calling out your name tonight
♪ Billy, get your guns
♪ You could walk away but I know you were born to fight
♪ So Billy, get your guns
♪ The bandileros are strung out in the promenade
♪ Billy, get your guns
♪ And the wind whispers softly that the devil's to blame
♪ Billy, get your guns
♪ There's trouble blowing like a hurricane
♪ Billy, get your guns
♪ That's the price on your head for the price of fame
♪ And it'll never change
♪ They christened 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
♪ That's the price on your head for the price of fame
♪ And it'll never change
♪ Billy, get your guns