All language subtitles for Gunslingers s02e01 Butch Cassidy The Perfect Criminal

Good afternoon, sir. How may I help you?

Well, I'm thinking about making a
withdrawal today.

Okay, I can help you with that.

I'd be awful careful if I were you,
mister.

I heard this bank's about to be robbed.

Butch Cathy was that first step toward
organized crime. He took out Laurie to a

new level.

My lord, how exactly do you know that?

Because me is going to rob it.

Put your hands up and nobody get hurt.

This is big enough!

He's a laughing bandit, and he's liked
by everybody. He's even liked by the

lawmen that pursue him.

My name is, well, I thought it depends
now, don't it?

I was born Robert Leroy Parker.

The one -fingered teenager thinks I'm a
bartender named Jim Love.

And some folks are sure I died William
Phillips.

A successful businessman in Spokane,
Washington.

29 years after I was supposedly killed
in that shootout in Bolivia.

We bid you good day, ladies and
gentlemen. It was a pleasure doing

you. Nobody say nothing for 10 minutes
after we leave. We won't have to come

back and make you sorry you did.

Woo!

Forget all the other stories you heard.

It's the real story.

The gang I put together with my pal
Harry Longabaugh.

He's as big as they get.

We were the best there ever was at
robbing banks and trains.

We never got caught.

The wild exploits of Robert Leroy Parker
and Harry Alonzo Longabaugh would

become legends.

But you know us as... Butch Cassidy and
the Sundance Kid.

I'm not sure what to do with you, Butch.

You've been a model prisoner, Butch.
Yes, sir.

I sure have.

You can look it up.

I only saw the inside of a prison cell
once in my life.

Wouldn't you know it? For stealing three
horses I bought and paid for.

It was later found out that these horses
were...

actually stolen by the man who sold them
to Butch Cassidy. But Butch was found

guilty and was sentenced to prison.

Some say Butch Cassidy was railroaded,
but he did have a reputation, a

justifiable reputation, as a horse
thief.

After about 18 months of his two -year
sentence for the horse theft, he went

before the governor himself.

Tell you what.

If it really is your intention to quit
wrestling when you get out of here,

we could have something arranged.

But only if you'll give me your word
that you'll go straight.

I guess I can't do that, Governor.

Because I wouldn't want to give you my
word and then break it.

And if I promised you I'd go straight,
I'd have to break it.

I'm in too deep to quit the game now.

That's when I made him an offer he
couldn't refuse.

I promise you one thing for sure,
Governor.

You give me this pardon, I promise I'll
keep my efforts out of Wyoming for the

rest of my days.

Pardon me and you'll be protecting your
state and everybody in it.

I went into prison a small -time
rustler.

But by the time I got out, I had bigger
plans.

My days of being small time were over.

This is his master's degree because he's
in prison with people who know how to

really do crime, and he kind of makes up
his mind, well, I've been doing this

soft shoe stuff, and I need to graduate
to the big leagues, you know.

Butch didn't have much luck with the
law.

He had bad experiences with wealth.

He grew up in a Mormon family, and they
had a fine ranch in Utah.

A portion of the ranch was taken away
from them as a result of a ruling by the

Mormon church.

It ain't fair.

They got no right to do this.

My dad was honest and hardworking, and
look where it got him.

Very early on, he had a burr under his
saddle about these men of power, and he

wanted to take them down a peg. What's
the best way to take the rich down?

Take their money.

Ever since, I've always had it in for
rich bastards and big companies.

Folks with money and power to push
little guys around.

Still, I didn't want my mother reading
about her son being a thief.

So when I went away for stealing them
horses, I also stole myself a new name.

He used the Cassidy surname.

Cassidy being his boyhood hero, Mike
Cassidy.

Mike Cassidy was a petty criminal
rustler in southern Utah.

Mike Cassidy probably taught Butch
Cassidy quite a bit about rustling and

theft when Butch was growing up.

After prison, he fell in with a bunch
called the Hole in the Wall Gang.

These were kindred spirits.

These were outlaws. These were men with
experience of being bad guys.

I've always wanted to say that. I've
been practicing that little phrase my

whole life.

The first crime that can historically be
linked to Butch Cassidy and the Wild

Bunch is the robbery of the Montpelier
Bank in Idaho.

in 1896.

And it was, you know, typical Butch
Cassidy was done, you know, to

Up against the wall.

Nobody moves and nobody gets hurt.

Let's go, old man. Up against that wall.
Let's go, boys. Lunch break. We're

going to take lunch early today, okay?
Let's go. A little quicker now. A little

quicker. Get out of there. There you go.

Move it. Move it. Move it. That's all I
need, buddy.

Get you on out of here. We're fine now.

Elsie Lay was probably his best friend.

They were really the main...

planners that organized the robberies.

To a large extent, Elsie Lay played the
role that a lot of people attribute to

the Sundance kid who didn't come along
until some time later.

Butch went behind the cage while another
one held the gun on the officials.

Here you go, young lady.

It's a little something for your
troubles.

They got the money, and the third outlaw
was out holding the horses.

Hell, this is almost too easy.

That first wild bunch bank job changed
everything.

The time I walked out of that bank, and
I'll tell you, Idaho, I'd be on the run

for the rest of my life.

Hey, you folks just top down for a few
minutes after we leave, and you'll live

to tell the tale at supper. See?

We're not so bad once you get to know
us. Woo!

A little remorse for you there on the
floor.

Like taking candy from a baby.

He's made the decision to become a full
-fledged outlaw, and there's no turning

back at that point. I'm coming, I'm
coming.

Farewell, Montpellier.

But we were just getting started.

The newspapers would call our next job
one of the most daring ever.

I don't know about that.

It ain't your money.

I don't know there was so much money me
and Elsie couldn't carry it all just the

two of us.

That's one mistake I never made again.

Bud Cassidy, was born to Ryle.

And I had the good fortune to find a
group of smart and daring fellas who

support me in that endeavor.

Newspapers took to calling us the Wild
Bunch.

They also said I had a gang of 500
outlaws, so you can't believe everything

read.

They were a pretty loose -knit group of
individuals.

I think it changed from robbery to
robbery who the individuals were and the

people came and went.

After a job, most of us ended up at
Fannie Porter's place in Fort Worth.

It really was the best little whorehouse
in Texas.

I'd like to propose a toast to my boys.

Good work, gentlemen. And there's plenty
more where that came from.

So many banks, so many trains, so little
time.

Everybody had a role to play.

In the beginning, I never made a move
without Adam Belay. He was smart, a

dresser, a ladies' man, but a cold
-blooded killer at heart.

Harvey Kid Curry Logan was a mad dog.

People feared him.

Ben Kilpatrick, the tall Texan, was
fearless and deadly.

That's all I got.

Then we called William Carver News
because he loved reading about our

in the newspaper.

The papers all knew our names, but
nobody knew what we looked like. We

sit for photographs.

And on the job, our faces were always
well hid.

That's five in a row for me.

I thought this was just for show. It is.

Showing them guys how many times I can
beat you.

Butch Cassidy and L .G. Lay's second
major robbery in 1897 was a coal company

Castlegate, Utah.

Castlegate was very daring. It was a
daylight robbery.

It's in a narrow canyon, Price Canyon,
and there's really one way and one out.

There's not a lot of...

room for error, and so he really had to
plan it well. They were faced with a

problem because it's a mining town,
there are no cowboys around, and they

couldn't really ride in as strange
cowboys and hang around without being

noticed. So they came up with this ruse
of pretending they were racing horses.

And so they were able to hang around
town for a while and wait for the

to show up.

That whistle means it's payday.

And here comes Carpenter, the payroll
officer, just like clockwork.

The miners are starting to show up, so
we've got to be quick.

I'll be waiting for Carpenter before he
can get inside with the money.

We've seen tougher nuts to crack,
haven't we? Oh, yeah.

Butch Cassidy was absolutely meticulous
in almost every one of his jobs. He

would spend sometimes two or three weeks
around the location of the job to get a

sense of the place.

to get a sense of the people, to get
timing down, just to look over

The clerk picked up the payroll and was
headed toward the offices

of the coal company. This was in the
middle of the day. The streets were

with people, and Butch followed them.

Ma 'am Carpenter, how come so many
today?

I can count it on this much.

You just got recruited, old -timer. Come
with me.

The newspapers would call it the most
daring of all the Wild Bunch robberies.

broad daylight, with miners all around
us.

You'll never get away alive!

The game ain't over yet, Carpenter, and
I don't intend to start losing today.

Elsie Lay was there holding his horse.
He pulled out his Colt .45 and said,

take those.

And threw the bags at...

Gold up to L .T. Way.

Hell, it ain't your money.

Yet anyway.

About this time, the train whistle blew
and spooked the horses.

And so there was a mad dash to catch up
with L .T. and with the horses.

You fellas really want to go up against
a pair of desperate outlaws like us?

To save company money?

L .T. was able to corner the horse and
get him back.

By the time they put their posse
together, we were long gone.

Trust me, gentlemen.

There's a lot more where this came from.

Plenty for everybody.

You wouldn't be grabbed out to payday,
too, would you?

But

we weren't

through yet.

The next Wild Bunch job would make me
the most famous outlaw in America.

And the most hunted.

Well, the Wilcox train robbery is the
apex, really, of train robbing.

Because it's so dramatic and so
incredible.

The fact that they did it right on the
Northern Pacific line.

It's just outlawry at its best.

They wind up blowing the whole thing sky
high.

That train's got our name on it, boys.

We ain't getting any younger.

Let's mount up.

June 6, 1899.

When we stopped that Union Pacific train
about a mile west of Wilcox, Wyoming, I

had no idea I was about to become the
most famous outlaw in America.

This is Stickout. Nobody move or say
nothing for ten minutes, and I promise

we'll reach your destination safely.

One of the things the Wilcox robbery did
is it catapulted Butch Cassidy and the

Wild Bunch into national headlines.

Now, don't you worry about this thing.

I ain't never killed a man yet, and I
don't intend to start today.

Nobody has to get hurt here.

You just tell your passengers there'll
be a brief delay.

Ladies and gentlemen, safe travels.

All right, fellas.

We didn't get all dressed up enough.

So, yeah.

When they robbed trains, they didn't go
through and rob the passengers.

You know, they were out for the big
money with the corporations.

I was looking for one thing on those
trains, the express car, sort of like a

small bank on wheels.

Inside was a messenger, an express car
messenger named Ernest Charles Woodcock,

who refused to open the door.

all day you open this damn door i swear
i'm gonna open it with this here

dynamite no sir well at least he called
me sir so he got

proper respect woodcock was a loyal
employee he was not about to let outlaws

take the money that was his in in fact
his responsibility what's the matter

you it ain't your money is it worth
dying for because i got a whole lot of

dynamite here And I ain't never once yet
been accused of using too little, have

I, boys?

He told him if he didn't open the door,
he was going to have to blow it open and

was afraid that Woodcock would get hurt.

Woodcock still refused.

And as a last resort, the gang set a
charge of dynamite.

I ain't letting you in.

Oh, Woodcock, seat yourself.

But if I were you...

We have to presume that neither Butch
nor any of the Wild Bunch had a great

of experience with dynamite.

Use too much dynamite, they destroy the
express car.

In all my born days, it's a miracle.
Buddy, you okay?

You had me worried there for a second.

You look like you're all in one piece. I
am, yeah.

I'm relieved to hear it.

Can I open the damn sink?

No, sir.

I won't do it.

I admire your conviction, Woodcock, but
it's your funeral.

Step aside.

Then he wouldn't open the safe, so they
blew up the safe.

They wind up blowing the whole thing sky
high.

And this is when they stand there and
the money is flown down.

We robbed with confidence because we
knew the posse

couldn't keep up with us.

In the beginning, at least.

Most of them were just local farmers and
shopkeepers who really wanted no part

of chasing outlaws.

Cassidy and his gang put as much thought
into fleeing from a robbery site as

they did in planning the robbery itself.

They stashed horses at various locations
along their escape routes.

Because they had access to fresh horses,
they were always able to outdistance

and eventually escape their pursuers.

They also made certain that the
telegraph telephone lines were cut.

and did everything they possibly could
to hamper law enforcement pursuit.

He would often stop off at farms and
ranches of people that he knew.

The people were loyal to Butch Cassidy
because he had done so much for them in

the past.

They knew what he was doing many times,
but they liked this young man.

I tell you, these are to suit you just
fine, Butch.

You just pay me whatever you think for
bordering them.

Oh, now, I can't accept this. You know
that's too much. Oh, sure you can.

Looks to me like you could use it. My
pleasure.

Fair pay for goods and services
rendered.

You like that gray, don't you, son?

Yes, sir.

You keep taking good care of them, I'll
make them yours one day.

Let's get some grub.

Butch Cassidy was famous for his
generous acts to the small ranchers, to

homesteaders in the West. But, of
course, it was a two -way street.

by winning their favor, much like Jesse
James had won the favor of folks back in

Missouri. He also provided himself with
assistance whenever he needed to hide

out and whenever he needed someone to
point to a posse and say they went that

-way when actually they went that -a
-way.

So there's some wisdom to what he's
doing.

Thanks for the hot meal.

It's much appreciated.

Oh, stop by any time, Butch. It's always
good to see you. You can count on it.

Just remember, when the posse gets
here...

We're the bad guys.

Desperate criminals.

Vicious outlaws.

Scoundrels. Villains.

Worst kind of miscreants.

We stole from you at gunpoint.

Threatened to kill your whole family. Oh
my, it was awful, you tell them.

Let them believe what they read in the
papers.

Come on, Alzie.

When law enforcement would show up, they
would often send the law enforcement

people in the opposite direction

Butch and his gang had fled.

Look again.

You really can't identify any of them?

Wilcox was a real game changer for Butch
and his colleagues because they were

now being hunted nationally.

The noose was tightening.

No, sir.

I never saw their faces. They kept them
covered the whole time.

The Union Pacific Railroad brought in
the Pinkertons, and suddenly the best

detectives in the country were on our
trail.

The Pinkertons were really probably
equivalent to what the FBI is today, and

they had a reputation of always getting
their man.

These men were very, very well trained.
They were marksmen, they were well

armed, and they were, in fact, ruthless.

Once the Pinkertons were on our trail,
It was like being chased by a mad dog.

We knew they'd never give up, but
neither would we.

And soon we had a new recruit who only
made us stronger.

His name was Harry Longabaugh.

But you folks would know him better as
the Sundance Kid.

After we blew up that Union Pacific
Express car at Wilcox, Pinkertons were

really turning up the heat on it.

It wasn't long before Elsie Lay got
himself arrested.

And when he went to the can, I needed a
new key man I could really rely on.

Enter Harry Longabaugh.

Harry Longabaugh was the Sundance Kid.

He really was a small -time outlaw up
until he met Butch Cassidy.

Don't believe me? Take a look for
yourself.

$17 .93.

That's everything.

We're coming back from dropping off
payroll, not picking it up.

Should have been here last night when we
were pulling out. The train was stacked

with money.

You look at his track record before he
got with Butch, and he was somewhat of

unsuccessful.

Outlaw.

Amateurs. I'm surrounded by a bunch of
damn amateurs.

Harry Longabaugh, originally from
Pennsylvania, moved west as a young man,

into a bit of trouble and was sentenced
to serve a certain amount of time in

jail in Sundance, Wyoming.

It is from that that he acquired the
nickname the Sundance Kid.

The Sundance Kid is, well, first of all,
he's not the coolest name in the West.

Harry Longabaugh is not really going to
hang on the tongue very long. And if it

was Harry Longabaugh and Butch Cassidy,
that wouldn't be a very good movie

marquee. But Sundance Kid, now that is a
sexy name.

Now what's interesting about the actual
record is they were in different parts

of different gangs and stuff, and I
don't think they were maybe in two or

robberies together.

Thank you for dressing up on our account
there, sir.

The two of them are markedly different.
Butch was kind of a fun -loving

prankster type of a bandit who liked to
rob banks and trains.

The Sundance kid was far more stoic.
These different men seemed to gravitate

towards one another.

I think Butch got from Sundance somebody
that was dependable, quick with a gun,

and an enforcer if he needed that. So in
a way, I think they complemented each

other.

Once the Pinkertons got after us, just
cutting a few telegraph wires and

stashing some fresh horses wasn't enough
to stay ahead of the law.

We had to up our game.

Law enforcement was closing in on Butch
Cassidy, closing in on the Wild Bunch,

and it was making it more and more
difficult for them to earn their living

train robbers and as bank robbers.

Butch and Sundance were staring the 20th
century in the face.

You got photography.

and a means of reproducing photographs
on wanted posters.

They started, in fact, putting machine
guns, gatling guns, on cars that were

carrying large amounts of money.

The money that was taken from the
trains, the different banks had the

those serial numbers, so they're able to
trace those.

And we now have the telephone.

The telephone is becoming a force.

And so all those advantages that the
outlaws had, it's amazing that Butch and

Sundance lasted as long as they did.

But as we know, you can't escape
technology, right boys?

It's going to kill us all.

The game was getting too tough.

It just wasn't as much fun anymore.

I needed to find a way to get out
without having to look over my shoulder

the rest of my life.

Amnesty would be a tall order, Butch.
I've got to be honest with you.

I ain't saying it's going to be easy.

The way I see it, I can give the
governor something he wants to.

They want me to stop robbing their banks
and trains, right?

Well, okay.

This is their chance.

As Butch Cassidy felt the noose
tightening around him, he approached a

named Orlando Powers about the
possibility of amnesty.

But even if we could make that kind of a
deal, it wouldn't be enough.

Maybe it would mean you'd be safe in one
state, but I can think of at least four

other states where you'd still be a
wanted man.

I've got to figure something out.

I've been on the run practically every
day since the day I left prison.

I can't live like this the rest of my
life.

You're not going to like this, Butch.

Just hear me out.

You need to make an amnesty deal with an
institution.

More powerful than any one governor or
any one state.

To my thinking, there is only one
institution that powerful.

You want me to make a deal with the
Union Pacific Railroad?

Think about it, Butch.

They just might want you to stop robbing
them bad enough they'd force all the

governors to go along with the deal.

You know, it just might work.

Tell them I'll do more than just stop
robbing their trains.

I'll stop other folks robbing from them,
too.

I'd be a whole lot better at catching
robbers than anybody they got.

I'll contact the railroad and make the
arrangement.

Okay. I'll sit down with those
scoundrels, but it's got to be someplace

safe. Can't be any other people around.

So I can make sure they're not planning
on double -crossing me.

Leave that part to me.

You just make sure they know what
they're in for if they don't agree to

deal. Because if I don't get the
amnesty...

The Union Pacific Railroad is going to
make me a very rich man.

Amen.

The day of my meeting with the railroad
men came, and I waited, and then waited

for more.

I waited all damn day, and the bastards
never came.

Their train was delayed by storms or
whatnot. They couldn't get there.

The longer he waited, and when it became
clear that the railroad people were not

going to show up, he became infuriated.

He left a note basically threatening the
railroad people with more of the same.

You double -crossed me.

You had your chance.

Now you can all go to hell.

After the incident, a law soldier
passed.

I think Butch was in for the remainder.

I mean, there was no turning back.

That was his last shot, I think, at
going straight.

Rewards were escalating as crimes
accumulated. Now you've got rewards that

jumping up into, in today's money, a
quarter of a million dollars.

And some of his friends...

And former neighbors were becoming
informants for the Pinkertons.

So he had plenty to worry about.

You ever feel like we're holding a dead
man's hand, Harry?

They ain't never going to stop until
we're dead or in jail.

And I ain't looking forward to either
possibility.

I'm thinking it's time we call it quits.

And do what?

Go where?

What? Now hear me out.

Okay? I read it in the National
Geographic magazine.

Oh, you read it in the National
Geographic magazine.

They've got cattle and ranches and
everything there. Just like here.

And they need cowboys.

We'll fit right in. We don't look like
them. We don't sound like them.

We ain't going down there to be outlaws.

Okay?

We're going down there to be ranches.

Patagonia sounded like an outlaw's
dream.

Wide open range lanes, just like home,
without all those pesky detectives

sniffing around.

But if it was time to cut and run, I was
going to make sure we went out in

style.

And with enough bread for a nice long
retirement.

We hit another Union Pacific train first
in Tipton, Wyoming.

Then a bank in Nevada.

Those last few jobs were some of our
biggest ever.

Soon, Sundance and me had a nice little
nest egg to bring to South America.

So we threw ourselves a going -away
party at Fannie Porter's fine

in Fort Worth.

Here, they availed themselves of what
Fannie Porter had to offer. They bought

brand new clothes.

Fancy suits, bowler hats, fine shoes,
because one of them was getting married.

Will Carver was marrying his sweetheart.

The woman Will Carver was marrying was
an employee of Fannie Porter.

Everybody was looking so downright
respectable in our new clothes.

I decided we needed something to
commemorate the occasion.

Please, gentlemen, I'm going to have to
ask you to settle down and be still.

You heard the man.

Settle down.

I want everybody on their best behavior.

I didn't figure it this way at the time,
but I guess I was the only outlaw who

ever made his own wanted poster.

For reasons that remain inscrutable,
five of the major members of the gang

decided to have their pictures taken in
Fort Worth, what is now known as the

Fort Worth Five photograph.

Butch Cassidy, Sundance Kid, Ben
Kilpatrick, Harvey Logan.

and Will Carver.

They must have been drunk. They're
dressed in suits.

They've got bowler hats on. It's just a
wonderful photo.

Sitting down for a portrait in Fort
Worth was probably not one of the

things these five outlaws ever did.

That was the start of their undoing.

The photographer liked the damn picture
so much, he put it in his window.

where a lawman saw it and sent a copy to
the Pinkertons.

And they started making the wanted
posters.

Before this, there was no photographs of
Butch Cassidy except for kind of an old

image from when he was in prison.

Now, everybody knew what Butch Cassidy
looked like.

I'd laugh when I think about it, having
no idea what a disaster that was. That

was his mistake. If Pickett's charge is
Robert E. Lee's mistake,

The Fort Worth Five.

That was which, Cassie?

This was a turning point in the war
against the Wild Bunk.

After a raucous send -off in Fort Worth,
the Wild Bunk split up and went our

separate ways.

I met up with Sundance and his girl at a
place in New York.

The Pinkertons got awful mad when they
found out we'd been living it up right

under their noses there.

But by the time they did, we were on a
boat to South America.

And then they do it. They leave the
West. You know, when they tried to make

movie, the studio said...

Can you leave the West?

John Wayne never, you can't leave the
West. And that movie was such a leap of

imagination. But that's because Butch
had the leap of imagination.

We're going to take this on the road. He
became the first international rock

star outlaw.

They went to Patagonia. They set up a
ranch. They had cattle and horses. And

Etta Place was with them. And everything
seemed idyllic. It was just perfect.

For a while, at least, no one knew where
they were.

They were respectable members of the
community and probably thought no one

ever find them, but they did.

The Pinkertons tracked them down to
Argentina.

The Pinkertons had a reputation to
protect, and so even though the law had

up on Butch and Sundance, we're happy to
have them out of the territory.

The Pinkertons were determined to get
them.

They make wanted posters in Spanish and
notify them and say, if there's ever a

robbery, these two notorious outlaws are
likely responsible.

And a year or two later, there was a
bank robbery in southern Argentina

committed by a couple of Yankees, and it
probably wasn't Butch and Sundance. The

result is the Argentine police issued an
order to bring Butch and Sundance in

for questioning.

So they get wind that the authorities
are coming to question them about this

robbery, and that's when they escape.

Here's Butch and Sundance now. They're
on the run. They're Yankees in a Spanish

-speaking country. They are genuinely
fish out of water.

They return to robbing banks.

throughout parts of South America,
eventually making their way to Bolivia.

There were posses, mainly military
posses, looking for two armed gringos,

they end up going into a village high in
the Andes named San Vicente late in the

afternoon.

The posse shows up, and there's a brief
gunfight.

But they're pouring fire in at Butch
Cassidy and the Sundance Kid.

We're trapped inside of this room.

Eventually, they run out of ammunition.

We're not making it out of this one, are
we? I don't think so.

I'm empty.

Yeah, well, I got two left.

Are you sure?

Yeah, well, what the hell?

Truth is, I ain't never killed no one
before.

We all gotta start sometime.

Most folks believe that was the end of
Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid.

But they're just guessing.

Some days I wake up and I think, those
guys didn't make it. They're dead in San

Vicente in Bolivia.

And other days I go, there's something
about that story that doesn't make

It just doesn't quite compute.

Most of the information is
circumstantial that we have about this

case. The only thing they really have is
two North Americans were killed in a

shootout.

It's kind of a split decision as to
whether they died there.

Lower mandible. Years ago, they dug up
what they thought were the two outlaws

and did DNA testing.

They were 99 % sure that they had the
right remains because the story was that

they got down to the last few rounds of
ammunition.

They were injured and desperate, and so
Butch shoots Sundance and then puts the

gun to his temple and kills himself.

And the skeletal remains of these two
individuals match that story.

One had wounds in the forehead and one
in the temple. And there was lead

from evidence of a bullet wound.

And once they did the DNA testing, it
came out it wasn't butch or Sundance.

to me, that verifies that they escaped.

There's evidence that he wandered around
South America and in fact Mexico for a

period of time before finally returning
to the United States in the neighborhood

of about 1924 -1925 when he began to
frequent his old haunts and look up

old friends and old acquaintances.

Around 1925, supposedly, according to
his young sister Lula, he visited her

told her what happened.

Lula Parker Bettinson was my great
-grandmother.

He is a great, great uncle to me.

Lula, honey, come here, please. There's
somebody I want you to meet.

Who's that, Daddy?

Well, actually, the two of you have met
before, but you were only a few days old

at the time.

Is that right?

I'd like you to meet your brother,
Robert.

I tend to believe my great
-grandmother's account that he came

I've researched his life for over 20
years of my life, and I haven't found

anything that...

would make me think otherwise.

The family didn't talk about it for a
lot of years. It was something they kept

private. They just went along with the
stories that he'd been killed because

they wanted him to be left alone.

This may have been Butch Cassidy's
ultimate prank. The alias he used was

T. Phillips.

William T. Phillips went on to lead a
relatively quiet and respectable life

and settled in the town of Spokane,
Washington, where he died in 1937.

It's wonderful how we never want the
outlaws to die.

Jesse James wasn't killed like he was
supposed to be killed. Billy the Kid

wasn't killed by Pat Garrett.

Butch Cassidy got away from that little
shack in Bolivia.

went off and became a respected
businessman in Spokane, Washington.

Of all the theories of Wild West
characters who don't die like the story

they died, Butch Cassidy is the one
where you might really buy into the fact

that maybe Butch did get away.

Well, Butch Cass is so wonderful because
he didn't kill hardly anyone.

He was very successful at what he did,
and he was honest.

We bid you good day, ladies and
gentlemen. It was a pleasure doing

you.

Everybody who met him talked about the
easy smile that came to his face, the

jokes that he told or played. He was
kind, he was gentle, but he also was

a two -bit outlaw.

When you think about it,

men and horses, you're going back
thousands of years. I mean, pre

I mean, the horse was the thing.

And here, these are the last guys, the
last outs of the last inning of the last

ballgame, which casted a Sunday at kick.

When they disappear into history, that's
the end of the horse culture.

When they passed into history, something
truly was wrong.