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Hey now, friend.

Can I get you something?

Not yet.

You're Joe Grant, aren't you?

Sure am.

Tell me you're looking out for someone?

That's right.

That's a fine-looking gun, Joe.

You mind if I take a look?

Thanks.

She's a real beauty.

So, tell me...

What's this fellow's name?

He's got several names...

William H. Bonney, Kid Antrim...

...and Billy the Kid.

Know what he looks like?

Well, they say he dresses kinda funny.

Funny?

I mean... unusual.

Now, listen, Joe.

I've never done anything against you,

and I don't want to.

- You don't stand a chance. - Please, Joe.

Believe me, I really do not want to kill you.

Still have a chance, Joe, to save your life.

Take it.

What do you think, that I'm stupid?

Hey, kid, what's happening?

Not much, Bryan.

- Slow down, kid. - Sorry, Joseph!

Hey, Mrs. Lam.

- Here he is. - Yay!

Happy birthday to you, Billy!

Here you go, son. This is all for you.

Thank you, Pa. Where's Ma?

Here I am!

- Happy birthday, Billy. - Thank you, Joe.

I adore you and all that you are, Billy...

Each and every day of my life.

Today is no different.

So, Paddy, any luck finding a new job?

No. But I hear there's a contractor called Roth

hiring men down at the docks.

We've all heard that one, Paddy.

Doesn't mean it's true.

There's bound to be something.

Sure, this is one big, busy city.

Jesus.

Well, I've been looking for a while now.

And the truth is, they don't want us immigrants here.

Even us Irish.

Frank, won't you stop that?

Remember what it was like back home?

I'll never forget it, Mary. But here's no different.

The powers-that-be have decided the city's full up,

and we have to move on.

Sure, don't you know that yourself?

Look...

I found this advertisement on the street.

It says there's plenty of jobs out west.

"The Land of Opportunity.

Wanted... healthy men and women

who want to work hard and succeed in life."

I don't know.

What is it you don't know, Paddy?

New York's full of Irish people, just like us.

We don't even know what the West is,

what kind of people are out there.

Paddy, you can bet your bottom fucking dollar

that wherever this is...

sure, the Irish'll be there already.

Are ya asleep?

No.

No, I can't sleep.

Frank said that he and Mary

have almost decided to leave and go west,

given up hope here.

Where are they going?

I don't know. A place called Kansas, I think.

You think we should go with them?

You know what I think, Kathleen.

Yes. But we could work hard and save,

buy a little place,

maybe turn it into a small boarding house and restaurant.

Pat?

What are you thinking?

- Are you crying? - Yeah.

Paddy.

Pat.

Now you listen here, Patrick McCarty.

We did not come all this way to fall at the first hurdle.

The good Lord'll look after us.

We came over here to start a new life, didn't we?

And perhaps our new life was meant to start

right there in Kansas.

What are you doing, Pa?

I'm not sure I want to take this with us.

But we're not coming back.

Why wouldn't you want to take it?

Yeah, you're right.

But I'd hate to lose it.

I'm not sure this journey out west is forever.

Maybe we'll all be back here soon.

It just seems wrong... to give everything up.

I don't think we're giving everything up.

We're just going on a journey.

Roll up, roll up. Ladies and gentlemen.

A few seats left!

Wee bit farther down.

Frank, will you watch the bags, will ya?

Go ahead.

Paddy?

Yes, sir. You heading out west?

Uh, uh, yeah, we're heading to Coffeyville, Kansas.

- A wagon'll cost you $100. - A hundred, uh...

Look, we've got two families. We need two wagons.

Maybe we can strike up a deal.

You're joking, right?

Please. I...

- I don't have the money. - I'm sorry.

Better move along. There's others waiting!

I'm asking for just a tiny bit of kindness in your heart!

Paddy! Paddy, look, there's loads more.

Hi, uh, I just want...

How much is it going to cost us to get to Coffeyville, Kansas?

My wagons for Coffeyville will be $350.

No, I don't have that kind of money.

$350! $350!

We offer safe, comfortable journeys

to your western destination.

Some people say it's rude to stare.

I'm not one of them.

I was just wondering about hiring a driver with one eye.

Well, that's a reasonable thing to wonder.

What's your, uh, friend here have to say about it?

He won't say anything. He can't speak.

Oh. Well, that keeps things simple, I guess.

So, can you see me?

I can see well enough to know that you can't afford

the drivers your folks are talking to.

We want to go to some place called Coffeyville.

- You know it? - I do.

What are your terms?

Um... well, young man, I charge $75.

That's a fair price. I don't cheat anyone.

My wagons are almost as beat up as I am,

but they'll get us there.

- Thank you, sir. - My pleasure.

We're headin' to Coffeyville, Kansas.

- But, sir, it's a 6-week trip. - Not now, Billy.

But, Ma, I've found our driver. He only charges $75.

You're charlatans, both of you!

You're fuckin' charlatans! Doesn't make any sense!

- Paddy! Paddy! - This is unbelievable.

Paddy. Billy might have found our ride.

Please, Paddy.

One last chance.

- Where is he? - Over there.

Come on. Go. Go, go!

My son says you charge $75.

Your son is correct. $75 includes, uh...

...protection.

We'll be travelling with others.

We need two wagons.

We barely have $50 each.

It's all I have in the world.

Uh, look, I, um...

All right, then. Two wagons. $50 each.

No protection.

Thank you.

Yeah. Yeah.

Easy. Easy.

What are you looking for, Moss?

Oh.

Anything. Everything.

See if I see something different

or a-a smudge of smoke on the horizon there.

Hoofprints on the trail, small size.

Well, uh, travelling west is a dangerous business, Billy.

No point in denying it.

Just a fact.

Ma?

Is this here place anything like Ireland?

Maybe a little.

It rains a lot in Ireland,

which is why everything is so green.

In fact... what they say in Donegal is

if you can't see the mountains, then it's raining.

And if you can see them,

then it's just about to rain.

Go to sleep now.

Mother Mary, full of grace,

be here with me now and until the hour of my death.

Amen.

Amen.

You know everything is going to be just fine, Billy, don't you?

I promise. Everything'll be all right.

Billy!

Billy!

- Hold on! Hold on! - Get the horses!

- Paddy! - I have to save the cases!

It's all we have!

Paddy!

Paddy! No, Billy! Help him! Billy!

- Ma! - Hold on, Billy!

- Moss! Help him! - Ma?

Paddy!

- I'll get him! - Frank, no!

Paddy!

Is he all right?

Paddy?

Paddy!

Paddy, Paddy. Paddy?

Paddy.

You're okay.

That's it.

Come on. Let's take a look.

Come on, come on.

- What is it? - Horse thieves.

Stay here. You all stay here!

Block their exits!

I can't just do nothing.

Frank, no! You don't know what you're doing!

I'll be all right.

Frank, what are you doing?

Get down! Get down!

Keep your head down, boys!

What's happening, Paddy?

Hell knows. Get down!

What the hell, Kathleen? What are we doing here?

Frank?

It's okay, Mary.

They're gone. We got 'em.

Frank?

No.

You okay there, Billy?

I guess so.

Yeah, it is a thing... seeing your first dead body.

It's something you never forget.

All right.

I guess it's about that time.

Now.

This... is not a toy.

You think you can hold it?

Oh!

You never point that at a man...

unless you intend to use it, huh?

Okay, now, you gotta cock it.

You pull back on that hammer thing there,

hard, all the way.

There you go. Okay, now, aim at the target.

And when you're ready...

I really don't wanna kill you.

...gently squeeze the trigger. Now, gently.

You don't stand a chance.

What was your father like, Moss?

Things don't always end up the way we want 'em to, Billy.

Yah!

This is it, folks. Coffeyville!

It's a shithole.

This isn't what they said. This isn't what they promised.

I'm sure it's gonna be fine, Mary.

We'll get the wagons pitched.

Big storm rolling in.

Easy now! Whoa! Whoa! Easy, girl! Easy, girl!

That's a girl! Steady now! That's the girl!

Let's get them to the barn!

Heave!

We charge $5 per week for a room.

- We won't accept less. - I can't afford $5 a week.

I need to find a job.

We've just arrived, and my husband is sick.

Perhaps I could help run your boarding house.

I'm a good cook. I could clean...

Out of the question. We hardly break even as it is.

- I thought... - What did you think?

That you could take advantage of us?

Of course not.

We don't have anywhere else to go.

Please. My boys are hard workers.

We can help you.

You boys start making the beds up.

I have to go get some provisions for the sisters.

I should come with you, Ma.

Will you be okay, Joe?

Yeah, of course.

Okay.

You all right?

Tell me, do you feel ill, Mr. McCarty?

Depends what you mean, Doctor.

Most people would know what I mean.

They would have physical symptoms.

You're relatively young.

Good frame. But there's something.

I don't care about my body.

Ah.

Well, what doyou care about?

I feel ill... in a different way.

I feel sad most of the time, not even sure why.

Sometimes it's hard to... feel hungry or get out of bed.

I fear the wound, in your case,

is not physical but in the mind, Mr. McCarty.

I have no medicine to prescribe to heal you.

And I've seen the mind destroy the body.

Don't let this happen to you.

Thank you.

You all right, Pa?

Pa?

Are you sure you're doing the right thing, Mary?

Yes, I am.

I'm taking Sam back to New York.

I think it's best for both of us.

- We only just got here. - I know.

I can't stay here, Kathleen. I just can't do this on me own.

I understand. Of course I do.

But I'll miss you, Mary.

Don't make me feel sorry for you, Kathleen.

You're strong. Paddy'll come around.

He'll get better, Kathleen. I'm sure of it.

You have everything to live for.

You're gonna be okay, Mary.

You and Sam.

I know it.

I'll pray for you.

You are a... a grand young man, Billy. You really are.

A grand young man.

And you're a grand old man, Moss.

You really are.

Take care of your mother, Billy.

She's a very special woman.

Hey.

Walk up, there.

I love you, Billy.

I love you, too, Pa.

I'm not well.

I wish I knew.

I told you...

You'll get better.

Then you'll find a good job.

And we'll buy a real nice house.

Do you see those stars up there, Billy?

You... are just like one of those stars.

You can burn... so bright.

When you're older...

...you take time to look up at those stars

and know that they...

...those bright...

...burning stars up there...

...they reflect the light that's in you.

I understand you are looking for a loan, Mrs. McCarty?

That's what banks are here for,

but are you offering any kind of collateral?

We lost almost everything we owned

on the journey from New York. I have nothing.

But I'm a hard worker, and the fact is,

the American government encouraged us to come out here

with the promise of new jobs and opportunities.

I have set my heart on buying a place big enough

to be both a restaurant and a rooming house.

What experience do you have

running a restaurant or a rooming house, Mrs. McCarty?

I thought I was coming to a new world

where everyone would have the chance for a new beginning,

so long as they were willing to work hard.

Sir, I am willing to work every hour God sends

to make a business.

I have a family to support, two young children.

Mm. You're married. You have a husband?

What does he do? I'm surprised he's not here.

My hus...

My husband is...

He's sick.

Then he can't work?

He's getting better.

He'll soon be ready for work.

In New York, we read advertisements.

They even said they might pay immigrants to come west?

That's the kind of thing the government would say.

It doesn't mean anything.

I don't see how I can help you, Mrs. McCarty.

This is a bank. It's not a charity.

The government promised us help. We came all the way out here...

I have other appointments, Mrs. McCarty.

I don't wish to waste any more of your valuable time.

Young man.

Hand back my pen.

At once!

Come on, Ma.

I have things to say, Patrick.

I want you to listen. You don't have to speak.

The priest, Father O'Leary, is coming to see you.

He's praying for you.

And the best news is that Billy is starting school tomorrow.

Aren't you...

Aren't you even happy about that?

Hello, Father. Thank you so much for coming.

This is Father O'Leary, Billy.

He's come to give consolation.

I'm so very sorry, Billy.

All I can say is that God, in his infinite mercy,

looks after all of us.

"Per sacrosanct humane reparations mysteria

tibi omnipotens Deus omnes presenti et future vite paellas.

Paradisi portas aperiat, et ad gaudir...

...sempiterna...

...perducat."

Thank you very much, Father.

Pa?

God of all consolation,

in Your unending love and mercy,

You turn the darkness of death to the dawn of new life.

Show compassion to Your people in their sorrow.

Lift us up from the darkness

of grief to the peace and light of Your presence.

Your Son, our Lord Jesus Christ, by dying for us,

conquered death, and by rising again,

...restored life.

...May we then go forward eagerly to meet him...

...and after our life on earth

be reunited with our brothers and sisters, where every tear...

...will be wiped away.

We ask this through Jesus Christ our Lord.

Amen.

Amen.

Goodbye, Pa.

Believe me. I really don't wanna kill you.

You don't stand a chance.

You know, I'm going to be blamed for poor Joe's death.

But you all saw what happened.

I didn't want to kill Joe.

I had no reason to...

except that he wanted to kill me for the bounty.

I had no grudge against him.

Make sure he gets a decent burial...

...with a preacher and everything he needs

to send him on his way to the other life.

That's all I gotta say.