All language subtitles for Billy The Kid (2022) S03E07 The Last Buffalo En Sub.en

Previously,
on Billy the Kid...

- Why are you staring at me?
- Thought I recognized you.

- What's your name?
- I'm Pat Garrett.

Ah!

You're getting
pretty famous now.

That don't mean nothing to me.

If I was that famous,

it sure would mean
something to me.

I could arrest you
for aidin' and abetting a crime.

I don't think
you'll ever see the body.

You know what I think?
I think without proof,

without the body, there's no way

I can be certain
that Billy the Kid is dead.

As far as I'm concerned,
he's still alive.

I think I made a mistake
when I appointed you sheriff

in the first place.

And now I'd like you
to return your badge.

After all you've done,

you still look like a kid to me,

so I'm gonna call you
Billy the Kid.

Has a nice ring to it, don't it?

I'm gonna write a book
telling the whole story.

See, I hunted Billy down
for a long time.

I put an end
to all of his crimes.

I deserve the reward
for that, Mr. Fellowes.

I would like to find out
what happened to Jesse.

The latest I heard
is he moved on to Texas.

There he shot a Texas Ranger.

He was placed
in the penitentiary

with a ten-year sentence.

Ah!

I fuckin' knew it.
You ain't dead.

Your father
has treated me very badly.

He's sayin' that I didn't kill
Billy the Kid when I know I did.

What are you gonna do?

I'm gonna get away
from this god forsaken place,

then I'll--then I'll decide.

And your inquiries about Edgar?

Yeah, I could give you a name.

What do I get?

Get out.

I never actually thought

that you would come
and rescue me.

So, why did you come?

There it is. Madison's.

That's where Garrett's
supposed to be working.

I don't see Garrett's horse.

Let's pay him a visit.

Hey, whoa, whoa, whoa.

Let me. You're meant to be
a dead man. Remember?

Uh, yeah, I remember.

Sir, what can I do for you?

I got this
as a forwarding address.

Pat Garrett. He still here?

Of course not.

Okay. You mind telling me why?

Well, mister,
if you're a friend of his,

then you should probably
already know why.

I have no idea.
I'm just looking for him.

Well, Mr. Garrett told me
he was looking for a job.

And, of course,
I knew who he is.

But he told me he didn't want
to be a lawman anymore.

He wanted to get back
into business.

It didn't work out?

He didn't know jack-shit
about this business

or probably any other business
for that matter.

And he was usually too drunk
or too arrogant to listen.

Do you have any idea
where he went?

No, he just left.
Never paid his rent,

always made excuses,
and then gone.

I'm still struggling to undo the
damage he did to my business.

If you find him, you tell him

he better not show his face
around here anymore.

No luck. He's moved on.

Looks like we hit
a brick wall right away.

I wouldn't be so sure.

Looks like Pat
wrote a book about me.

"The Kid had a lurking devil
in him.

It was a good-humored,
jovial imp,

or a cruel
and blood-thirsty fiend,

as circumstances prompted.

Circumstances favored
the worser angel,

and The Kid fell."

Sounds pretty accurate to me.

Did you buy that
just to read about yourself?

No. It has here
the address of the publisher:

The New Mexico Printing
and Publishing Company.

I reckon Pat Garrett
probably still stays in touch

with 'em, don't you?

Just in case he has
any profits to pick up.

I'll telegraph 'em tomorrow.

Yeah.

We'll probably go
on the road for a while.

It's probably gonna
get expensive, right?

Bound to be.

There was a bank in town.

Right near the bookstore.

- You thinking what I'm thinking?
- Yeah.

And you've never robbed banks.

I can make an exception.

This one is a branch
of the Catron Bank and Trust.

Huh. Look at that.

All right, everyone stay calm.

Listen to my friend here
and no one gets hurt.

How about we uh,
open that safe,

fill up a couple of bags?

Don't shoot my dog.

I ain't gonna shoot your dog.

- Hurry up, will ya?
- Move. Move.

Keep your hands up.
Hey, hands up.

Come on.

Bring me the bags. Let's go.

Lay down. Down. Down.

Get on the ground.

We're done.

Good dog.

Hands up!

I should turn you in.

Sir, we got two bags
of cash here,

and there's gotta be
hundreds of dollars.

You take one
and turn the other way.

How 'bout that?

Come on. Let's go.

Hey.

Don't suppose Garrett
will be too glad to see us.

I don't suppose he will.

It's funny to think
that once upon a time...

I kinda liked him.

Sure did.

I even asked him to help us
in our fight against the House

when he first became sheriff.

You know, I used to think
that there was good in everyone,

if you looked for it.

So I looked for it
in Garrett and...

- Did you find any?
- No.

You know, the thing
about Garrett is he's hollow.

- Hmm.
- He just blows with the wind.

He'd kill you
as soon as look at you

if it suited him.

And then he'd smile
that greedy smile of his.

It's good to be riding
with you, Kid.

I can't deny it.

It's just like old times.

You know, Jesse,
all the years I've known you,

you ain't never told me
about your family.

What kind of man
was your father?

Oh, I don't talk
about my family.

They don't matter.

Left home as soon as I could.

Been on the run from the law
ever since.

What about you?
I remember you with your ma

and your little brother.

Yeah.

My pa checked out.

My brother died.

And then my ma
worked herself to death.

It was around then that I...

I figured I knew how it went.

But I wanted something more
for my life.

Not because
I deserved it, but...

because I wanted it.

I wanted to... break the cycle.

You know, Jesse...

I'm kinda sick
of being on the run.

From now on,
you and me are the hunters,

and we're gonna find
that son of a bitch.

- Hey!
- What? What?

Get up. It's late already.

Ah. I feel like shit.

I believe
you got a job to get to?

You talked about it.

Look, I'm sorry, uh...

I've... I've forgotten
your name.

Don't worry about it.

Look, you were, uh...

You were great last night,
by the way.

Was I?

Yeah. Yeah,
you were amazing. Truly.

Nothing happened.
You fell asleep.

But thanks for the compliment.

Fucking bitch.

That's more like it.

Ah, fuck.

I know there is a lot
of speculation out there

about the fate of Billy the Kid.

I also know
that our former sheriff

has written a book about how
he shot and killed the Kid.

Unfortunately,
he never provided any proof.

He couldn't supply a body
or even a grave.

Apparently, the Kid
vanished into thin air.

That's a magic trick

I'd like to see.

Of course, I can believe

that Sheriff Garrett
took a shot at the Kid.

But that doesn't mean
he killed him.

And let me tell you,
I've received a lot of reports

from people telling me
they've actually seen glimpses

of the Kid since then.

It all leads me to conclude...

that Billy the Kid
is still alive.

For that reason,
I'm here to announce

that I'm increasing
the reward for his capture

or death to $75,000.

Yes, I know.
It's a very great deal of money.

Billy the Kid
is no man's friend,

Mexican or American.
He's a cold-blooded killer.

He belongs in the past,
and not in our new America.

And I can assure you,
as your governor,

I will work ceaselessly,
day and night,

to remove this dreadful evil,

this terrible, evil man,
from our midst.

When are you gonna tell me?

Tell you what?

You said that it wasn't
just Garrett.

That there was someone else.

Someone else
that we had to kill.

Yeah, there is. Thomas Catron.

- Catron?
- Uh-huh.

- Thomas Catron?
- Uh-huh.

Just the Governor
of New Mexico, huh?

- That's right.
- There is no way.

Not gonna happen.
You can count me out, Kid.

You know I can't do this
without you.

So don't do it. Okay?
Don't do it.

You know, Jesse,
at some point, you...

you actually gotta start
standing for something.

I know the world has told you,
just like it told me,

that people like us aren't...
aren't cut out for much.

I know that.

But the truth is,
our families came out west

because they were
promised something--

an equal and fair chance
to make something of ourselves.

But it's a lie.

It's just
the same old corruption.

You know,
when I was back in Santa Fe,

still wide-eyed
and full of hope,

I met this journalist
by the name of Ash Upson,

and he told me that
all this corruption

can be traced back
to the same place--

this little group of rich men

who run it all through
these organizations

called The Rings,
and they control everything,

every level of government.

And the biggest one,
the Santa Fe Ring,

sitting at the very top
is Thomas Catron.

My friend the journalist,
he was trying to write

this piece to expose it all.

He believed
that the American people

- deserved to know the truth.
- Uh-huh.

And uh, did anything change
when he published that story?

He never got the chance.

They fished his body
out the river.

He'd been shot
about ten or 12 times.

They cut out his tongue.

They cut out his tongue.

Jesse, can't you see
this is important?

No.

I don't see what it has
to do with me.

Catron, he, he ain't got
nothing to do with me or you.

You gonna get yourself shot
trying to kill someone

you've never met,
who lives in a big house

you've never been in,
and who lives in a world

that you know nothing about.

You're gonna end up like
your journalist friend.

I want no part of that.
It's suicide.

Nice of ya to finally show up.

I was startin' to wonder.

All right, you got much
experience shoeing horses?

Yeah. Sure I do.

Uh-huh.

All right. Show me.

Yup, you're okay.

I'll take ya. I need the help.
Mr., uh...

Garrett.

Pat Garrett.

Mr. Pat Garrett. All right.

Oi...

This is the place
that Garrett's publisher

told us to be at?

Yeah.

You see him?

No.

How long you think
we should wait?

I say we camp out here nearby,

get a better look
in the morning.

You think he's gonna
still be here?

I hope so.
He can't hide forever.

You're gonna change
your mind...

about Catron.

No, I ain't.

Just... Just forget it.

I can't just forget about it.

Well, that's just
your bad luck, Kid.

You've got to do this with me.

- No.
- You gotta.

No, I don't. All right?
Just leave me be.

I broke you outta prison, Jesse.
Remember? You owe me. Get up.

- No. Ugh!
- Get up. Get up.

- Hey, hey.
- Come on.

Hey! Get off me!

Look if you don't
do this with me,

I'll fucking kill you, okay?
Okay?

- You're drunk!
- I ain't fuckin' drunk.

- You're drunk.
- Yes, you are, all right?

Go to sleep, asshole!

I can't do this alone, Jesse.

Don't do that, mister.

We got you surrounded.

Now, be good boys
and put those guns down.

You got five seconds.

One, two, three...

Okay. Okay.

Don't know who you are,

but Mr. McDaniels
is sure gonna want to meet you.

Gentlemen.

May I ask the reason
for your unexpected visit here?

Well, we're just looking
for work, Mr. McDaniels.

It's more usual to come down
to the property

and knock on the door...

if you're really
looking for work.

You'll notice I haven't
asked for your names.

That's because you wouldn't
tell me your real names anyway.

And I'd bet my bottom dollar
you two are thieves.

I ought to call the sheriff,

except I don't like
the law very much.

We kind of exercise the law
ourselves around here.

Why did you come here?

Might as well tell me the truth.

Otherwise, we have some very
deep wells on the property.

We can just dump your bodies
in there, and...

who'd care, frankly?

We're looking for someone.

Ah...

We were told he was
working here.

Interesting.

You could still have
knocked on the door.

Well, the person
we're looking for...

might not be so happy to see us.

Even more interesting.

Can you tell me...

the name of this person?

His name is Pat Garrett.

Garrett.

Yes, sir.

Well, he was here.

I gave him a job.

Problem was, he wasn't up to it.

He drank.

He was unreliable.
Unpredictable.

The son of a bitch
stole from me.

Why are you looking for him?

We're plannin' on killing him.

Well, I don't blame ya.

I tried.

Well, go after him...

with my blessing.

We, would but you see,
we don't exactly know

where he is.

That's why we're here.

We were kinda hoping
you might be able to tell us.

Hello there, miss. Who are you?

Blacksmith's daughter.

Got a name?

I know you.

You're Pat, aren't you?
The new man.

That's right, miss. I'm Pat.

My father told me about you.

Really?

What did he tell ya?

That you killed
all the buffaloes.

That ain't all I've done.

Oh, yeah?

What else have you done, Pat?

You ever heard of Billy the Kid?

Yeah. Sure. I've heard of him.

I'm the man who killed him.

Billy, I wanna
tell ya something.

I've been thinkin'.

And it seems to me that you...
you died.

But somehow, you were reborn.

You ought to use that luck,
or whatever that was, that...

that fate...

and just leave
your old life behind.

You have Dulcinea,

a daughter, you got a family.

They need you.
We, we go, we get this done,

we get Pat,

go back,

and take them across the border,

and you start a whole new life.

I'll go north, to wherever,
and I'll do the same.

That makes sense to you,
don't it?

Billy.

- Hey!
- I heard ya.

So you changed
your mind then?

No, I didn't change
my damn mind.

I need justice, Jesse.
I need it.

For everyone I lost
along the way.

For everyone Catron
took from me.

Killing Catron is...
It's a mistake.

You can't hope
to kill a governor,

even a corrupt one,
and expect to get away with it.

- That's a fact.
- Jesse, I'm asking you

to do this, to stay.

See this through, for me.

Just go and be happy,
Billy, for fuck's sake.

Hello, Pat.

Go away.

What do you mean?

You shouldn't be here.

You want me here.

I want to keep my job.

And you're not old enough.

Well, sure I am.

- Okay. It's past your bedtime.
- But...

I told you to go away.

Damn you to hell.

Hey!

What is it?

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey!

My daughter, Lola,
says you're messing with her.

She said you've put
moves on her.

Tried to rape her.
You know what I'm sayin'?!

No, no, no, no. Look,
I wanna keep this job, okay?

She made a move on me.
Ask her.

I'm not asking her nothing.

She's 16 fucking years of age!

What does she know
about any of that stuff?

Quite a lot, if you ask me.

Your daughter is a whore.

Hey, hey,
come back here!

Let's go, Billy! Woo!

- Woo!
- Stop those thieves!

Father.

Have you seen this?

A spate of bank robberies.

You know what connects them?
They're all branches of my bank.

- So I heard.
- You know what else

connects them?
Billy the Kid is the robber.

You don't know that.
Really, you don't.

People told me
they recognized him.

And I told you,
Billy the Kid is alive,

and he's out to get me.

The robberies
are just a signal.

He's talking to me.
That's what he's doing.

He's talking to me.

He's telling me
he's coming after me.

Surely you don't believe that.

Even if he is alive, he'd never
do anything so stupid.

He could be out there
right now,

watching my every move.

Waitin'.

Just waitin'.

You always found a way
of sorting out your problems.

Dealing with them.

Billy's different.

He's not just out there.
He's in my fuckin' head.

What am I supposed to do?

I don't know.

I can't sleep!

- It affects everything.
- Edgar used to tell me

I have an overactive
imagination.

Maybe you're just the same.

Your husband
was a fucking idiot.

He knew jack shit.

I never should have
persuaded him to marry you.

You once told me that you wanted
to meet Billy the Kid.

Well, maybe now's your chance.

- Go out there and say hello!
- Stop it!

I won't talk to you about Edgar,

and I won't talk to you
about Billy the Kid ever again.

Do you understand?

Hm. All this is gettin' to me.

Just...

don't forget how much
I love you.

I need you.

I want you with me.

You love me, don't you?

Of course I do. You know that.

That should keep us
going for a while.

Going where?
We lost the trail again.

We ain't gonna find Garrett.

It's like looking
for a needle in a haystack.

We're never gonna find him.

W... What?

- We don't have to.
- What do you mean?

You ain't gonna believe this.

Read that.

Page 4.

"The Man Who Shot
Billy the Kid."

"The Man Who Shot
Billy the Kid.

I first interviewed him,
after he was sacked

as sheriff of Lincoln County.

I've been fascinated
by what happened to the man

who claimed to have shot dead

the famous outlaw
Billy the Kid by Pat Garrett.

He never got to claim
the massive reward,

and I've discovered since

he's been drifting
from place to place

and job to job.
Recently reports came in

that Garrett had to flee
the town of Goliad

after having some
alleged improprieties

with the blacksmith's daughter."

Keep readin'.

"Currently, turns out
he does a rather mean,

poorly paid job
back in New Mexico

escorting prisoners
to their trials.

It can't be what Garrett
had in mind

the night he shot the Kid
and thought he'd killed him

when he thought
he'd become famous

and that he'd made history."

What are the chances?

Well, maybe he's gonna get his
chance to be famous, after all.

Ah!

My darling Edgar.

I miss your company

and the way you could
make me laugh.

I don't laugh much these days.

I get on okay.

But there's always
something missing,

and that's you.

I had hoped
we could have children.

I had dreamt about it a lot.

My darling, I still love you.

I still love you
and I'll never forget you.

People say that life goes on,

and of course it does,
but everything is different.

You have this kind of
empty feeling,

and it doesn't go away.

You won't have died in vain,
my sweet Edgar.

I promise you that.

All right, open 'er up!

Stop. Right there.

Can I have the key?

Thank you.

All right. Come on.

Driver, pull over,
would ya?

We gotta take a piss.

All right.

There's a nice spot
over there for us, okay?

After you.

Good.

How much longer 'til
we get to where we're goin'?

Shut up and piss.

Don't move. Don't shout.
Just walk. Walk.

Hello, Pat.

No, no, no. I killed you.

I know I killed you!

Not quite.

I shot you right in the heart.

You were so close.

So, why are you here?

Charlie Bowdre.

Fred Waite.

Tom O'Folliard.
Alexander McSween.

I was just doing my job, Billy.

Nothing more than that.

You can understand that,
can't you?

You had a choice.

You had a choice,
and you killed my friends.

We're all killers, Billy.

And for what?
So you could be famous?

I read your little book.

How does that feel, Pat?

Being famous?

Is it all worth it?

No.

Sorry. What'd you say?

- I said no.
- Oh.

You're a fucking coward.

Yeah, you're right.

But come on, Billy.

Give me a break, will ya?

For old time's sake!

Look at me.

Look at me!

I'll give you a break.

I'll let you draw first.

Come on, Billy.

I'm giving you a chance, Pat.

More than you gave us.

Okay.

Okay.

Yeah.

I'm--

There's the last buffalo.

You coming with me?

No.

You know what I think.

What, even after everything
we've been through?

Some fights ain't worth it.

This is where it ends.

- It has to end somewhere.
- Jesse, don't do this to me.

Jesse!

I told you what I'd do
if you walked away from me!

Do what you have to, Kid.