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(WIND HOWLING)

(MUSIC PLAYING)

(HORN BLARING)

(BRAKES SQUEALING)

Mr. Roberts?

William Roberts?

Thought you lost me.

You weren't kiddin', were you?

(GRUNTS)

Charles Phalen, sir.

Stackpole, McFee, Lassiter and
Phalen, Attorneys at Law.

How you doing?

(HORSE HUFFS)

So, what is it I can
do for you, sir?

(WEAKLY) I'm dying,

and I wanna go
before the Governor.

I wanna be pardoned.

Pardoned? For what?

For the killin' of 21 men.

I was promised a pardon 70
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.

(GROANS) There are other lawyers
around, you piece of chicken shit.

(SCOFFS)

Get back in your
vehicle and drive

before I make it 22, just
for the goddamn hell of it.

Can you show me some evidence?

Scars or something?
I don't know.

Do you have any scars?

(THUNDER RUMBLING)

(EAGLE SCREECHING)

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.

Say what you will.

I figure to get at least 100
dogies for his trigger finger.

(EAGLE SCREECHES)

- (HORSES WHINNYING)
- (MEN SCREAMING)

(WHIMPERING)

Wait.

Do I know you?

Yeah. Yeah, you know me. You do.

Yeah.

(CHUCKLES NERVOUSLY) Yeah.

What's your name?

Travers. From Tularosa.

Travers...

No.

Why you just didn't wanna
hide out up in the canyons

don't make the sense
God gave a mule.

I don't know.

Well, now, this here's a dandy.

(SCREAMING)

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 bitch.

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.
- (SNIFFS)

(PANTING) Well...

Shall we give him
a proper burial?

GARRETT: Yeah, Why not?

(LAUGHING)

BILL: And I was making one
hell of a name for myself.

(GUNSHOT)

(MEN LAUGHING)

(TRAIN WHISTLE HOOTING)

Um, Friday?

Good. Very good, Pietro.

Okay, so we have Friday.

Family.

Fulminate.

What else?

Over there.

(DOG BARKING)

- STUDENT 2: A watch?
- Watch. Very good.

Uh... (CHUCKLES)

STUDENT 3: Wobbly!

- (STUDENTS GASPING)
- Whoa!

Don't move.

(MEN SHOUTING)

Hey, Dave, put your
lips around that.

(BELL CLANGING)

(MAN CHEERING)

BONNEY: How you doin', Beaver?

BEEVER: What happened to you?

Padre.

Militia's been through. And the cavalry.
And they keep on comin'.

When you was in Guadalupe, they
sent in a new governor to clean up.

He's going through the
territory like the pox,

runnin' in everybody who fired
a shot in the Lincoln War,

draggin' them all back across
the whole damn country.

This says General Lew Wallace has
proclaimed a state of insurrection.

They're fixin' to do
a big exterminatin'.

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!

(ROOSTER CROWING)

Great.

I'd like some frijoles,
and some coffee.

Please.

BEEVER: Get out of here, boy! 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.

- Eatin' out of my ashcans.
- Come over here.

BEEVER: Steam bread
from my ovens.

- BONNEY: You know who I am?
- Yes.

"Yes"?

Where are you from? New York?

Pennsylvania. (SNIFFLES)

What you got in that satchel?

BEEVER: Eastern tenderfoot
son of a bitch.

Beever, leave him alone.
Shut up.

So, what do you want?

You want to just look at me?
(LAUGHS)

Uh, go on. Have a look.

I want to ride the
trail with the Kid...

Billy the Kid.

Prince of Piss... (STAMMERS)

Prince of Pistoleers.

(LAUGHING) Hey, Beever!

Hey, Beever, did you hear that?
Prince of Pistoleers.

I haven't heard that one before.
(CLEARS THROAT)

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"?

(SCOFFING)

Beever, puff with him.

BEEVER: I got you,
you little vagrant!

- Get out!
- Let go!

- (GRUNTS)
- And stay the hell out!

Soldados! Ándale, ándale

What do you keep
botherin' me for?

Can't you see I run a
respectable place?

Go on. Bother somebody
else, will you?

SOLDIER: Shut up, Beever.

(EXCLAIMS)

Gringo, vente pa 'a ca.

What's the matter? You don't...
You only like boys?

(GIGGLES)

Putos. (LAUGHING)

(GUNSHOTS)

CARPENTER 1: Hey, you
bringing someone in?

CARPENTER 2: They got one!

(MEN SHOUTING)

OLLINGER: Doc Scurlock.
Open her up.

- MAN 1: What you doing, boy?
- MAN 2: Yeah!

(LAUGHING)

Nice to see you again, Doc.

Got a few of your friends
waitin' for you.

Scurlock.

- CUTTER: I know you.
- (CHOKING)

You've been delivered into my hands,
you stinking Presbyterian filth!

(LAUGHS AND GROANS)

(PANTING)

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?

(MEN LAUGHING)

Where did they catch you?

Seven rail days east.

Wife?

Child.

Chavez.

Where the hell is he?

(WOMAN SPEAKING SPANISH)

GARRETT: Billy.

Whoa, whoa.

(LAUGHS)

Heavy steps, Patsy.

Hey, gracias.

A messenger came through town
today from the new governor.

(CHUCKLES)

He wants to meet with you.

He can't catch ya. You're
making him look a fool.

Go on.

He wants to talk treaty.

You're boshin' 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 lookin' for me.
Hmm.

Hey, Paulita Maxwell around?
She lookin' for me?

It's gettin' kinda
lonely in here.

No, I don't think Paulita
Maxwell is looking for you.

I think Celsa Baca's
lookin' for you.

Whoa, Celsa Baca!

You'd have to bear-grease the damn
walls to get that pig in here.

Yeah, that's the only thing
we'd have to bear-grease.

(YELLS)

BILL: Well, 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,

proposin' 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?

(GREETING EACH OTHER IN SPANISH)

IGNIO: I found him! He's...

(SCREAMS)

BILL: Well, I'll tell you Why.

'Cause $500 cuts
a lot of ties...

- Ah, damn it, Ignio.
- (GUNSHOT)

(MEN SHOUTING)

Move it! All right.

(MEN SHOUTING)

(YELLS)

MAN: Keep it down!

(GUNSHOTS)

(YELLING IN SPANISH)

Ride, Little Casino.

Rum Whom.!

(GUNSHOTS CONTINUE)

Go, Billy!

Your Excellency, it's him.
He's here.

Well, show him in.

(SNIFFING)

Hi.

Mr. Bonney?

I appreciate your good faith.

Who are you?

Oh, 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: Well, 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...

(LIGHTS MATCH)

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, uh, white cake,

with the sweet frost.

So, shall we proclaim our
secret parlay a success?

It's a deal.

(HORSE NEIGHING)

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 wanna
do is get the hell out of here.

Me, too.

(CHAIR SLIDING)

(CLOCK TICKING)

WALLACE: (CLAPPING) Well done, William.
Splendid performance.

However, there are three candles
left, and only two bullets.

(GUNSHOT)

- (MEN CLAPPING)
- WALLACE: Splendid! 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.

Are the bloody cocks
still running the coop?

(IN IRISH ACCENT) Ah, to be
sure, that's right. (LAUGHS)

(CHUCKLES)

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.

(GRUNTS)

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.

(SCOFFS) Pardon Billy the Kid?
Impossible.

BILL: I should've
dusted His Excellency's

regal ass 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.

(CHUCKLES)

(MEN SHOUTING AND LAUGHING)

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.
(LAUGHING)

PRISONER: What the
hell's the good news?

There's tons of it.

The world hates a smart
mouth, Scurlock.

You're gonna realize that tomorrow
when you swing from the gallows.

(SNORTING)

(SNIFFING)

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.

(LAUGHING)

(WOMAN LAUGHING)

Howdy, Bell. Good evening.
Howdy, boys.

(BOTH LAUGHING)

If they stick their
fingers up again,

I'll blow 'em 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 stoppin' 'em.

Mainly because the
so-called law...

Howdy.

Had no damn intentions
of stopping them.

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: We
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: Ah, shit. They'll have to do.
Bring 'em up.

(GUN COCKING)

(PIT INMATES CLAMORING)

(MEN LAUGHING)

MOB MEMBER 1: Pick
your tree, breed.

Stop! I order you as a peace
officer of Lincoln County.

(LAUGHING)

Gentlemen, I'm a schoolteacher
from the city of New York.

And 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: (IMITATES) "I'm a school
teacher from the city of New York."

(LAUGHS)

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! Ha! Ha!

(SHOUTING AND GUNFIRE)

Ha! Ha! Ha! (URGING HORSE)

(GLASS SHATTERING)

- MOB MEMBER 4: Where'd they go?
- MOB MEMBER 5: I don't know.

BONNEY: They went over that way!

(LAUGHS)

- (MAN WHISTLING)
- (GUN CLICKING)

(GUNSHOTS)

(CHOKING)

(YELLING)

(GUN CLICKING)

(GRUNTS)

(RUDABAUGH YELLING)

I think we got him.

(GLASS SHATTERING)

(SHATTERING)

(MAN SCREAMING)

(INDISTINCT SHOUTING)

We've got to get out of here!
Come on!

(BULLETS FIRING)

(HORSES WHINNYING)

(BULLETS WHIZZING)

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.

And I definitely don't
take to no Mexicans.

It ain't your gang, Dave.

Mexican-Indian, you
son of a bitch.

(EXCLAIMS) I'm sorry. Tell
me something, Chavez.

Was it the savages putting
it to a Mexican whore

or was it an Indian whore putting it
to the whole goddamn Mexican army?

- BONNEY: Whoa, whoa, whoa.
- GARRETT: Come on!

God damn it.

You remember something, Dave.

These boys are the Lincoln
County Regulators.

(SCOFFS)

Yeah, was.

Were. Billy, come on, the chain.

You're right, Doc. Were.

There ain't no
Regulators no more.

No room for 'em.

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 'em, they'll come up and
they'll 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?

(BIRDS SQUAWKING)

That was pretty good.

That's for you.

It's from New York.
It's for the horse.

(HORSE GRUNTING)

That horse ain't for sale, Doc.

But, uh, how about my boots?
They're nice and broke and...

Son of a bitch!

(RUDABAUGH CHEERING)

Come on, Billy! Kill that
tenderfoot son of a bitch.

Come on. Get on top of him.
Come on!

GARRETT: Come on.
Break it up, Billy.

DOC: I know you, you
son of a bitch!

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!
- Damn it, Chavez, let me at him!

You remember John Tunstall?

Remember the stories he'd tell us about
the three Chinamen playing fan tan?

Someone runs up to them and says,
"Hey, the world is coming to an end."

And the first one says, "Well, I
best go to the mission and pray."

- (SNIFFLES)
- And the second one says, "Well, hell,"

"I'm gonna go buy me a case
of mescal and six whores."

And the third one says, "Well,
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.

And they're on their way.

And they will kill you, Doc.

You take care of yourself, Pat.

They'll catch you, Doc, 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.

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.

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 sayin'.
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.

And 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.

(HORSE NEIGHS)

(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 some
time to think about it.

Oh, no.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

(PRIEST RECITING)

MAN 1: Where's the hammer?

MAN 2: Give us a hand.

MAN 3: That's it. Got it?

(HORSE NEIGHING)

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.

(DOG BARKING)

Billy, where are the
men you promised us?

You said you had an army.

I do.

Here it comes.

Jesus.

Just one? And 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? (CHUCKLES)

You ever shoot anything before?

Sage hen.

RUDABAUGH: (CHUCKLES) Sage hen.

(RUDABAUGH SIGHS)

Well, 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.

Uh, lost my wife to the pox.

Lost my land to the money men.

Hey, 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 gotta come with us, Pat.

What are you gonna do, stay
here and scrub pots for Beaver?

I may have old Beever
scrub the pots for me.

I'm buyin' this place, turning
it into an eatin' house.

There's wildcat money
comin' in here.

I gotta stake my piece while I
still got a fair enough name.

What name?

You'd be ridin' 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 stealin' horses.

You remember somethin', 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.

Nah, he'd just kill 'em.

Hey, come on, Pat.
You're one of us.

You've always been one of us!

I always will be, Billy.

Well, go on, then! Go on!
We don't need you, Pat.

We don't need him.

- (SCREAMS)
- BEEVER: Soapweed, I got you!

You want to eat out of my ashcans?
Go on. Have a chew.

(GRUNTING)

Howdy, Beever.

(GASPING)

Go on, sit with the boys.

What the hell's this?

This?

This is the Prince
of Pennsylvania.

(SIGHS)

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 stinkin' bones.

I'm just tryin' to get my friends
to Old Mexico. We need some pesos.

Now, I've done some figurin'

and I figure that you
owe us, Mr. Chisum.

$250 for the fightin'
we did last year

and $250 for me leaving
your stock alone.

Is that what you figured?

Yes, sir. That's what I figured.

(CHUCKLING) Well, you
can take those figures

and shove 'em up your
arrogant little ass

and set fire to 'em. 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.

Yeah, we, uh... 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.

Oh, 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, Mr. Chisum.

As long as Billy the Kid is
taking some back, I'm with him.

Everything all
right, Mr. Chisum?

Yes. Yes, everything's fine.
Uh...

Well, go on and bring
the men in, and, uh...

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.

- You, drop Sam Colt.
- Billy.

BONNEY: Put her down, now.

Step away.

(UNCOCKS GUN)

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?

Now, when I go for my
gun, you start shootin'.

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...
- (GUNSHOT)

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.

(LAUGHS)

Let me tell you somethin',
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 out 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.

(SIGHS)

If I've been brought
here to be, uh,

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.

Now, Pat, we know that you've
been with Billy Bonney

several times when
he cut my herd.

Now, Pat, we're looking for somebody who
knows his haunts, his, uh, 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 sayin'.

We're sayin', "Sheriff
of Lincoln County."

Sheriff Pat Garrett.

Now, 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.

And all the resources you need
to carry out the extermination

of one William H. Bonney.

Is that satisfactory?

(CATTLE MOOING)

(WHISTLES)

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...
- Howdy.

Well, then we'd help him out

- and just take a few of his cows.
- Bought some cows.

I guess what I'm trying to
say is, you're called Kid

and, uh, Rudabaugh's
called Arkansas Dave.

And, uh, I dare say Doc's
Christian name ain't Doc.

You want a name?

Yes, sir. I would like that. I
would like that very much indeed.

You have to earn it, Hendry.

Until then, you're stuck with
plain old Hendry. Sorry.

(INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS)

(CHATTERING DIES DOWN)

(WOMAN WHISPERING)

(GUN COCKS)

(CHATTERING RESUMES)

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 eatin' house, Garrett.

Would you like to secure
an advertisement?

I've changed my mind.

Jesus Christ.

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?

(CHUCKLES) Oh...

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.

The country was overgrown
with weed and brush

and encumbered with loose rock,

making it almost impassable.

I like that. That's very good.

(BIRD SQUAWKS)

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.

(GASPS)

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.

RUDABAUGH: What about me?
What'd they say about me, huh?

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 bitch.
- Whoo!

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 payin' for
Apache bone in Silver City, right now?

Christ Almighty, they're making...
They're making ashtrays,

they're making combs, they're
making 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. (EXCLAIMS)

Whoo! Silver City, here I come.

(YELLING)

(GRUNTS)

(GROANS)

(BOTH GRUNTING)

(GASPING)

(BOTH GRUNT)

(CHAVEZ YELLS)

(GRUNTS)

(MUTTERS) Shit.

Son of a...

(ALL GUNS COCK)

I don't think so, Dave.

(PANTING)

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.

- (GRUNTS)
- 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.

(ASHMUN YELLS)

And, 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.

(ASHMUN COUGHING)

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.
- (SIGHS)

Why'd he leave it hangin'
there like that?

Just to say hello.

(SCOFFS) Looks like he's
saying more than hello.

O'FOLLIARD: What's "scum"?

Well, Tom, that's bad types.

Politicians, bankers, cattle kings.
Scum.

Come on. (LAUGHING)

Come along, Mother.

Oh, well, I'll be hog-tied
and sent to Hades! Billy!

- Oh!
- (LAUGHING)

What have we got here?

- How are you, Jane?
- JAN E: 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.

Well, I also heard that you
ain't long for the territory.

DOC: We're not.

We're going to Old Mexico.
Right, Billy?

Well, good luck. How
old is this fellow?

- Seventeen.
- Fourteen and a half.

Fourteen and a half?

Oh, well, don't
forget that half.

There's a lot of experience
packed into that half.

BONNEY: It's different.

JANE: (CHUCKLES) My hair? It's
the new fashion. You like it?

Yeah, your hair, but...
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?

Well, to the eye that don't
know no better, yeah, I have.

Well, I've heard enough.

My boys here would like some boonda
upstairs right quick, darling.

Did I hear you say you'd
like a "Excellent malt",

"six times served, in a
room with a southern view"?

- You're a lady to the manor born, Jane.
- (CHUCKLES)

To the manor born.

POE: He was hurt pretty good.

Looks like the
muskrats are in a trap

and chewing their own legs off.

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.

You ever hear of a coydog, Poe?

- Half common dog, half coyote.
- Yeah.

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.

- (SPEAKING IN NAVAJO)
- (GUNS COCKING)

(EXCLAIMS)

(CONVERSES IN NAVAJO)

Sheriff, I think I need
to have a movement.

Me, too.

(MOANING)

DOC: ”Over the
Mountains Of the Moon

"'Down the Valley of the Shadow"

"'Ride, boldly ride'
The shade replied"

"'If you seek for Eldorado!"

Why, that was heavenly.

Who wrote it?

Josiah "Doc" Scurlock.
(CHUCKLES)

Who the hell is that?

You come back, now.

(WHOOPS)

(WOMAN MOANING)

(WOMAN GIGGLING)

(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)

Oh, no.

- Billy!
- (BANGING ON DOOR)

Look out the window, Billy!

(GASPING)

O'FOLLIARD: 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 here say
they will string her up

and burn her.

Do you agree to those terms?

BONNEY: Do I agree to those terms?
(LAUGHS)

Who is this guy?

(CLEARS THROAT) Uh... Yes,
sir, we agree to those terms.

I'm goin' in.

All right, boys, put your guns
away and look respectable.

Ladies, upstairs.

O'Folliard, disappear.

Gentlemen.

(CLEARS THROAT)

Uh, 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.
Go ahead.

Now, 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.

Yes, sir. Jose Chavez y Chavez.

He's a Mexican-Indian.
How'd that be?

Well, that'll be just fine.
(CHUCKLES)

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 LAUGHS)

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.

- (GUN COCKS)
- I do.

Dave.

The gentleman's jacket.

There.

MAN: Deputy Carlyle!

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's goin' 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.

(GUNS COCKING)

MAN: 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)

(GUNSHOT)

MAN 1: Uh-oh.

MAN 2: Oh, my God.
That's Deputy Carlyle.

That's James Carlyle.

MEN: 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.

(INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS)

Just saying hello, Pat?

(DOG HOWLING)

(BOTTLES CLINK)

(OPENS BOTTLE)

Did you entertain him?

Maybe.

(POURING A DRINK)

Did you like it?

Maybe.

Remember the time you, me, and
him looked 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.

Patrick, 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 whores no more.

So ain't we both content.

(GLASS CLINKS)

Jane Steakhouse,

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!

(PEOPLE SHOUTING INDISTINCTLY)

Oh, Lord!

- (OVERLAPPING CONVERSATIONS)
- (MAN SCREAMING)

White Oaks, you can kiss my ass!

(MEN EXCLAIMING INDISTINCTLY)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

DOC: Hey.

You got any water?

Old timer, when did
this place boom up?

Last week.

Copper?

No.

Guano. Bat droppings.

Bat droppings?

RU DABAUGH: I've been to
gold towns, silver towns.

I've even been to turquoise towns.
But I've never to a bat-shit town.

I can't wait to see the women.

(MEN SHOUTING)

GARRETT: We got 'em.

(MEN SHOUTING INDISTINCTLY)

(MUSIC PLAYING)

GARRETT: Come on! Go!
(URGING HORSE)

(MUSIC CONTINUES PLAYING)

(YELLS)

Whoa!

Ash leeh! Ash leeh! Ash leeh!
Ash leeh!

(YELLING)

(GROANS)

(MEN YELLING)

Phew!

(MEN URGING HORSES)

Jesus Christ! Even their
horses are crazy.

(GUNSHOT)

- (GUNFIRE)
- (YELLING)

Hey!

(URGING HORSE)

- (GUNFIRE)
- (HORSES WHINNYING)

It's all right. We got time. We'll
go back through the arroyo.

Well, 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.

And the next time you
address me common,

I will put you on your
prissy little ass.

Sweet Mary's ass. How the hell
did you get him to do that, huh?

What's that mean, anyway,
"ash leeh, ash leeh"?

It's an ancient Navajo word.

It means "stop."

Stop.

(MEN URGING HORSES)

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.

Hey, Tommy, last one up the
hill's a three-legged dog!

(WHOOPS)

O'FOLLIARD: Billy.

Is this Old Mexico?

No.

It's Garrett.

Skin out, Tom!

(HORSE WHINNYING)

I got him.

(O'FOLLIARD WHIMPERING)

O'FOLLIARD: My God!

You shot me.

You really shot me.

(GASPING)

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 ridin'.

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 whore

up in Puerto de Luna.

So you mean you named the
trail after her, right?

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

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 bitch!

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.

(GROANING)

BONNEY: DOC!

What the hell are 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.

(YELLS)

We gotta make a break!

- (GROANING)
- Don't look at this. Look up.

So who's going to
bust out first?

Well, Hendry William French,
you never killed nobody.

They ain't gonna shoot at you.

Go to hell. They shot Tommy!

RUDABAUGH: Somebody's
gotta do it.

(EMPTY SHELLS CLATTERING)

Jesus, there must be at
least 10 of 'em out there.

Get me up.

Dave,

- it's your gang.
- What?

It's your gang. You lead us out.
Come on!

It ain't my gang, it's your gang.
It's always been your gang.

Don't cross me, Dave.

Billy!

Let's finish the game.

(MUSIC PLAYING)

(YELLING)

BONNEY: Come on, Chavez! Go!

(GROANS)

What the hell did
you do that for?

(GUNS CLICKING)

Pat, you son of a bitch!

You killed a boy!

(YELLS, GRUNTING)

And you killed Doc!
You knew him!

HENDRY: Chavez is back there!

Hendry, you gotta forget about him.
He's buzzard meat.

Come on, they all are. It's
just you and me, farm boy.

We've got to head
for the border.

Shit.

(YELLS)

(GROANS)

- (YELLS)
- (GRUNTS)

(GROANS)

(YELLING)

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.

(CLEARS THROAT)

You can go to hell, hell, hell!

(LAUGHS)

(CROWD CHATTERING)

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 answerin'?

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.

Yeah.

- You?
- Just fine.

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 CREAKS)

(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)

- 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 whorehouse.

(CHUCKLES)

(CLEARS THROAT) Ma'am?

Goodbye, William H. Bonney.

Thank you.

BONNEY: (FARTS) Oops!

(LAUGHING)

All right, Kid. Let your squirrel go.
Move it, pronto.

I wouldn't go in
there if I were you.

Kid? Hey...

(GIGGLING)

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.

Bell!

That was stupid, Bell.

Bell kill him? Did
Bell kill the Kid?

Hello, Bob!

Shit.

(WOMAN SCREAMS)

BONNEY: Goodbye, Bob.

Best $1.80 I ever spent.
(LAUGHS)

(HORSE NEIGHS)

(BONNEY URGES HORSE)

Quit nappin' on the job, Bob!

(LAUGHING)

(MEN SHOUTING)

(FLIES BUZZING)

Hey, uh...

Is this Old Mexico here?

Uh...

(REPEATS IN SPANISH)

(WHOOPS WITH DELIGHT)

I made it.

Well, you do know
who I am, don't ya?

Arkansas Dave Rudabaugh.

You know the name?

(CHUCKLES)

They know the name.

(CRICKETS CHIRPING)

(HORSE SNORTS)

- (INDISTINCT CHATTER)
- (BELL TOLLING)

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

(GUN CLICKS)

(SALUTES IN SPANISH)

(LAUGHS)

You're not dead.

Do I look dead? (LAUGHS)

You should've seen the short
work I made of Bob Ollinger.

Spread him out like Tularosa.

(IMITATES EXPLOSION)

(LAUGHS)

We're skinning out.

There's a herd of slow elk resting
at Grezchelowski's sheep camp.

We'll cut 'em, then
we'll ride for Canada.

Chavez, make sure the
horses are watered.

Hendry...

I'll be staying here.

You stay here and
Garrett'“ 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.

- (GRUNTS)
- (OBJECTS CLATTERING)

Well, I guess...

I guess I really got us
into it this time, huh?

It ain't supposed to be you
sittin' there like that.

It's supposed to be me.

(SPEAKS SPANISH)

Where you goin'?

Chavez?

Chavez.

(MUSIC PLAYING)

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.

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

(MARIACHI BAND PLAYS)

(PEOPLE CHATTERING)

(LAUGHING)

(MUSIC, LAUGHTER AND
SHOUTING CLIMAX)

(HOOTING AND CHEERING)

SONIA: In the ice house.
A fresh beef.

Pete Maxwell butchered
this morning.

Bring back here and
I cook for you.

You are hungry, no?

Si, tengo hambre.

(PEOPLE CHATTERING IN DISTANCE)

Let's finish the game.

(EXCITED CHATTERING)

BONNEY: (WHISPERS) Pete.

Pete, did you butcher
this morning?

Quien es?

(BLOWS)

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.

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 ya,
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 somethin', 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 bitch.

(PEOPLE SCREAMING)

(INSECTS CHIRPING)

(PRIEST RECITING IN LATIN)

(BELL TOLLING)

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 bitch.

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.

(YELLING)

(BOTH LAUGHING)

Pals.

♪ Ash leeh! ♪

(MAN SCREAMING)

♪ 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 ♪

♪ 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 ♪

♪ 80 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 ♪

♪ 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 ♪

♪ Billy, get your guns ♪

♪ Billy, get your guns ♪