[RUMBLING]
[HONK]
MR. ROBERTS?
WILLIAM ROBERTS?
THOUGHT YOU LOST ME.
YOU WEREN'T KIDDING, WERE YOU?
UH!
CHARLES PHALEN, SIR.
STACKPOLE, McFEE, LASSITER, AND PHALEN--
ATTORNEYS AT LAW.
HOW YOU DOING?
[HORSE SNORTS]
UH!
SO...
WHAT IS IT I CAN DO FOR YOU, SIR?
I'M DYING...
AND I WANT TO GO BEFORE THE GOVERNOR.
I WANT TO BE PARDONED.
PARDONED?
FOR WHAT?
FOR THE KILLING OF 21 MEN.
I WAS PROMISED A PARDON
7O YEARS AND 3 MONTHS AGO,
AND YOU TELL HIM
THAT YOU'RE BRlNGlNG lN RlCHARD "BlLL" 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.
UHH...THERE ARE OTHER LAWYERS AROUND,
YOU PIECE OF CHICKENSHIT.
GET BACK IN YOUR VEHICLE AND DRIVE
BEFORE I MAKE IT 22
JUST FOR THE GOD DAMN HELL OF IT!
CAN YOU SHOW ME SOME EVIDENCE?
SCARS OR SOMETHING? I DON'T KNOW.
DO YOU HAVE ANY SCARS?
[BIRD SCREECHES]
WHAT I'M GOING TO 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 WHO DREW FIRST,
I GOT THE DROP ON HIM.
SAY WHAT YOU WILL.
I FIGURE TO GET AT LEAST 1OO DOGIES
FOR HIS TRIGGER FINGER.
BOYS!
[HORSE NEIGHS]
UH! UH!
WAIT.
DO I KNOW YOU?
YEAH.
YEAH, YOU KNOW ME. YOU DO.
YEAH.
WHAT'S YOUR NAME?
TRAVERS... FROM TULAROSA.
TRAVERS.
NO.
WHY YOU JUST DIDN'T WANT TO 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.
AH!
UH!
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.
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.
WELL...
SHOULD WE GIVE HIM A PROPER BURIAL?
YEAH. WHY NOT?
AND I WAS MAKING ONE HELL OF A NAME FOR MYSELF.
[GUNSHOT]
HA HA HA!
[GUNSHOTS]
HA HA HA!
[GUNSHOT]
UH...FRIDAY?
GOOD.
VERY GOOD, PIETRO.
OK. SO, WE HAVE FRIDAY.
FAMILY.
FULMINATE.
WHAT ELSE?
OVER THERE!
WATCH?
WATCH. VERY GOOD.
UH...
WOBBLY!
[BREAKING GLASS]
DON'T MOVE.
[MEN SHOUTING]
HEY, DAVE.
PUT YOUR LIPS AROUND THAT.
YEEHAH!
YAHOO!
[SPEAKING SPANISH]
HOW YOU DOING, BEEVER?
WHAT HAPPENED TO YOU?
JUANITA.
PATRICK.
MILITIA'S BEEN THROUGH, AND THE CAVALRY,
AND THEY KEEP ON COMING.
WHEN YOU WAS IN THE GUADALUPES,
THEY SENT A NEW GOVERNOR TO CLEAN UP.
HE'S GOING THROUGH THE TERRITORY LIKE THE POX,
RUNNING IN EVERYBODY
WHO FIRED A SHOT IN THE LINCOLN WAR,
DRAGGING THEM ALL BACK ACROSS THE WHOLE DAMN COUNTRY.
THlS SAYS, "GENERALLEW WALLACE
HAS PROCLAlMED A STATE OF lNSURRECTlON."
THEY'RE FIXING TO DO A BIG EXTERMINATING,
AND KID, YOU'RE ON THE TOP OF THEIR HANGING LIST.
THEY WANT TO PUT YOU DOWN.
ARE YOU... BILLY THE KID?
NAH.
BUTIAM ARKANSAS DAVE RUDABAUGH.
YOU EVER HEAR OF ME?
I KILLED 65 MEN,
NOT COUNTING MEXICANS AND INDIANS.
YOU MUST HAVE HEARD OF ME.
COME ON. RUDABAUGH!
GREAT.
I'D LIKE SOME FRIJOLES
AND SOME COFFEE.
PLEASE.
GET OUT OF HERE, BOY!
IF I HAVE TO TELL YOU ONE MORE GOD DAMN TIME,
I'LL PUT AN IRON TO YOU!
#QUIEN ES?
GOD DAMN VAGRANT!
CAME OUT IN THE ORPHAN TRAIN.
EATING OUT OF MY ASHCANS.
COME OVER HERE.
STEALING BREAD FROM MY OVENS.
YOU KNOW WHO I AM?
YES.
YES?
WHERE ARE YOU FROM--
NEW YORK?
PENNSYLVANIA.
WHAT YOU GOT IN THAT SATCHEL?
EASTERN TENDERFOOT SON OF A BITCH!
LEAVE HIM ALONE. SHUT UP!
SO WHAT DO YOU WANT?
YOU WANT TO JUST...
LOOK AT ME?
GO ON. HAVE A LOOK.
I WANT TO RIDE THE TRAIL WITH THE KID...
BILLY THE KID,
PRINCE OF P...
PISS...
PRINCE OF PISTOLEERS.
HA HA! HEY, BEEVER.
HEY, BEEVER. DID YOU HEAR THAT?
PRINCE OF PISTOLEERS. HA HA!
I HAVEN'T HEARD THAT ONE BEFORE.
YOU WANT TO RIDE WITH BILLY THE KID?
HMM?
IS THAT WHAT YOU WANT?
YOU WANT LEAD SHOT IN YOUR LEG LIKE THIS?
HUH? HOW ABOUT IN YOUR SKULL?
HIDING OUT IN THE DAMN BRUSH
LIKE SOME KIND OF LIZARD,
EVERYBODY IN THE TERRITORY
TRYING TO TAKE A SHOT AT YOU.
BOOM, BOOM, BOOM!
IS THAT WHAT YOU WANT, MR. PENNSYLVANIA, HUH?
HUH? IS THAT WHAT YOU WANT?
YES.
YES?
BEEVER...
PUFF WITH HIM.
I GOT YOU, YOU LITTLE VAGRANT!
LET GO OF ME! GET OUT!
UH!
AND STAY THE HELL OUT!
SOLDADOS!
ANDELE! ANDELE!
WHAT DO YOU KEEP BOTHERING ME FOR?
CAN'T YOU SEE I RUN A RESPECTABLE PLACE?
GO ON. BOTHER SOMEBODY ELSE, WILL YOU?
SHUT UP, BEEVER!
[SPEAKING SPANISH]
WHAT'S THE MATTER?
YOU ONLY LIKE BOYS?
HA HA HA!
[SPEAKING SPANISH]
HA HA HA HA!
[GUNSHOTS]
HEY! YOU BRINGING SOMEONE IN?
GOT ONE!
THEY GOT SOMEBODY!
HEY, LOOK AT THIS!
WOO-HOO!
SCURLOCK!
DOC SCURLOCK.
OPEN HER UP, BELL.
WHAT YOU DOING, BOY?
YEAH!
KNOW WHAT THEY'RE DOING, BOY?
HA HA HA HA!
NICE TO SEE YOU AGAIN, DOC.
I GOT A FEW OF YOUR FRIENDS
WAITING FOR YOU.
HA HA HA HA!
SCURLOCK!
I KNOW YOU!
YOU BEEN DELIVERED INTO ME HANDS,
YOU STINKING PRESBYTERIAN FILTH!
UH!
AH!
UH!
OH, CHAVEZ.
GOOD TO SEE YOU.
"WHEN TROUBLES COME,
"THEY COME NOT SlNGLE SPlES,
BUT lN BATTALlONS."
JOSIAH G. SCURLOCK.
I NEVER WROTE THAT.
I ALWAYS WANTED TO TELL YOU.
WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE WROTE IT.
YOU LOOK GOOD.
WHAT ABOUT A DRINK, DOC?
HA HA HA HA!
WHERE'D THEY CATCH YOU?
SEVEN RAIL DAYS EAST.
WIFE?
CHILD.
CHAVEZ, WHERE THE HELL IS HE?
[BREATHING HEAVILY]
BILLY.
WHOA, WHOA.
HA HA HA HA HA!
HEAVY STEPS, PATSY.
HEY,GRACIAS.
A MESSENGER CAME THROUGH TOWN TODAY
FROM THE NEW GOVERNOR.
HEE HEE!
HE WANTS TO MEET WITH YOU.
HE CAN'T CATCH YOU.
YOU'RE MAKING HIM LOOK A FOOL.
GO ON.
HE WANTS TO TALK TREATY.
YOU'RE BOSHING ME.
HE WANTS YOU TO TURN STATE'S EVIDENCE
AND TESTIFY.
TESTIFY AGAINST WHO?
AGAINST THE MURPHY BOYS
HE'S GOT IN THAT PIT IN LINCOLN.
YOU CAN HANG YOUR OLD ENEMIES, KID.
IT'S THE ONLY CHANCE YOU GOT TO SAVE YOUR NECK.
YOU GOT NO PLACE LEFT TO HIDE.
SO EVERYBODY'S LOOKING FOR ME.
HMM.
HEY. PAULITA MAXWELL AROUND?
SHE LOOKING FOR ME?
GETTING KIND OF LONELY IN HERE.
NO. I DON'T THINK PAULITA'S LOOKING FOR YOU.
I THINK CELSA BACA'S LOOKING FOR YOU.
WHOA! CELSA BACA!
YOU GOT TO BEAR GREASE THE DAMN WALLS
TO GET THAT PIG IN HERE.
YEAH? THAT'S THE ONLY THING WE'D HAVE TO BEAR GREASE.
GARRETT!
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,
PROPOSING TO MAKE A TREATY WITH ME IN LINCOLN.
THEN WHY GIVE UP THE SANCTUARY OF A LITTLE VILLAGE
WHERE I WAS PROTECTED BY MY FRIENDS?
BUENOS DIAS, IGNIO. #COMO ESTAS?
HOLA, BILLY.
I FOUND HIM! HE'S--
WELL, I'LL TELL YOU WHY.
'CAUSE $5OO CUTS A LOT OF TIES.
AH, DAMN IT, IGNIO.
[GUNSHOTS]
COME ON!
MOVE IN! ALL RIGHT!
GO AROUND BACK!
AH!
KEEP IT DOWN!
SERGEANT TURNER!
[SPEAKING SPANISH]
AH! AH! AH! AH! AH!
RIDE, LITTLE CASINO.
COME ON! GIT, GIT, GIT! WOO!
[GUNSHOTS]
GO, BILLY!
YOUR EXCELLENCY... IT'S HIM.
HE'S HERE.
WELL, SHOW HIM IN.
HI.
MR. BONNEY?
I APPRECIATE YOUR GOOD FAITH.
WHO ARE YOU?
I'M GOVERNOR LEW WALLACE.
EXTRAORDINARY.
I WAS EXPECTING A RATHER ROUGH AND OLDER FELLOW,
NOT SO SMOOTH OF FACE.
COGNAC, MR. BONNEY?
UH-UH.
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...
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'LL 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.
HA HA HA HA!
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.
UH-UH, PENDLETON.
UH-UH.
THE, UH... THE WHITE CAKE
WITH THE SWEET FROST.
SO...
SHALL WE PROCLAIM
OUR SECRET PARLEY A SUCCESS?
IT'S A DEAL.
WHEN THE NECK IS BROKEN, THERE'S ONLY A SHARP PAIN, FAST.
THEN IF THE OTHER PLACE ACCEPTS YOU,
THE SPIRIT HORSE COMES.
IT TAKES YOU THERE TO THE OTHER SIDE.
SO DON'T WORRY TOO MUCH.
WHEN YOU DIE, YOU'RE GONNA SEE THE SPIRIT HORSE.
SHE'LL COME FOR YOU, MY FRIEND.
GREAT. LET ME TELL YOU SOMETHING, CHAVEZ.
I DON'T REALLY WANT TO CATCH A SPIRIT HORSE.
I DON'T EVEN WANT TO SEE THE OTHER SIDE.
I SURE AS HELL DON'T WANNA HAVE MY NECK BROKE
THROUGH A SHARP, QUICK PAIN.
THE ONLY THING I REALLY WANT TO DO
IS GET THE HELL OUT OF HERE.
ME, TOO.
[APPLAUSE]
WELL DONE, WILLIAM. SPLENDID PERFORMANCE.
HOWEVER, THERE ARE THREE CANDLES LEFT
AND ONLY TWO BULLETS.
[GUNSHOT]
SPLENDID, SPLENDID!
WHAT DID I SAY? DIDN'T I TELL YOU?
MR. BONNEY...
DISTRICT ATTORNEY RYNERSON'S 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 ABOUT SOME MORE CAKE WHEN YOU GET A CHANCE?
AND IT'S GETTING A LITTLE NIPPY IN HERE.
COULD YOU STOKE UP THAT FIRE?
THANKS, GEORGE.
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. YES, SIR.
ARE THE BLOODY COCKS STILL RUNNING THE COOP?
AH, TO BE SURE. THAT'S RIGHT.
HA HA HA!
HMM.
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.
UGH!
YOU CAN'T BLUFF ME.
NO.
I'LL CHARGE YOU, SENTENCE YOU.
I WILLHANG YOU...
BUT I'D NEVER BLUFF YOU.
SEE FOR YOURSELF.
THE GOVERNOR'S ON HIS WAY BACK TO SANTA FE NOW.
PARDON BILLY THE KID! IMPOSSIBLE!
I SHOULD HAVE 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.
HA HA HA!
AIN'T THAT A BEAUT?
HA HA HA!
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 SUPPER TIME.
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 HORSESHIT.
HA HA HA HA!
WHAT THE HELL'S THE GOOD NEWS?
Scurlock: THERE'S TONS OF IT.
THE WORLD HATES A SMART MOUTH, SCURLOCK.
OF COURSE, YOU'RE GOING TO REALIZE THAT TOMORROW
WHEN YOU SWING FROM THAT GALLOWS.
HEE HEE!
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.
HA HA HA HA!
[WOMAN LAUGHING]
HOWDY, BELL.
EVENING.
HOWDY, BOYS. HEE HEE HEE!
IF THEY STICK THEIR FINGERS UP AGAIN,
I'LL BLOW THEM OFF LIKE I DID YOURS,
EH, MOFFAT?
IF THERE WAS ONE THING AN OUTLAW FEARED
IN THE NEW MEXICO TERRITORY,
IT WAS LYNCH-MOB JUSTICE.
RIGHT ON TIME.
WITH NO PATIENCE FOR COURTS AND TRIALS,
THEY DID IT THEIR OWN WAY,
AND THERE WAS NO STOPPING THEM,
MAINLY 'CAUSE THE SO-CALLED LAW...
HOWDY.
HAD NO DAMN INTENTIONS OF STOPPING THEM.
YOU'RE A BIT LATE.
VIGILANTES!
JEEZ! IT'S THE LYNCH MOB!
KID'S ESCAPED, THE LITTLE WEASEL.
OH, I'M SURE HE DID, MISTER.
SEE FOR YOURSELF.
OPEN THE PIT.
GET OUT OF THE WAY!
NO BILLY THE KID IN THERE.
IT'S TRUE! HE'S GONE!
WE MIGHT AS WELL GO.
WE GOT SOME OF HIS REGULATORS THERE--
THE INDIAN AND TENDERFOOT
RODE WITH THE KID
ON THE TUNSTALL- McSWEEN SIDE.
HOW'D THEY BE?
AW, SHIT. THEY'LL HAVE TO DO.
BRING THEM UP.
[YELLING]
HA HA HA HA!
PICK YOUR TREE, BREED.
STOP!
I ORDER YOU AS A PEACE OFFICER OF LINCOLN COUNTY!
HA HA HA HA!
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!
"I'M A SCHOOLTEACHER FROM THE ClTY OF NEW YORK!"
HA HA HA!
HOWDY, DOC. HOW ARE YOUR DRAWERS?
NICE TO SEE YOU AGAIN, BILLY.
IT'S THE KID!
COME ON! LET'S GET OUT!
JESUS! YOU SURE GOT A LOT OF BOYS
RIDING WITH YOU THESE DAYS.
THEM AIN'T MY BOYS.
IT'S THE REAL LYNCH MOB!
LET'S GET OUT! HA! HA!
[GUNSHOTS]
YAH!
YAH YAH!
YAH! GIT, GIT, GIT!
WOO!
YAH! YAH!
LOOK OUT!
WHERE'D THEY GO?
I DON'T KNOW. THEY WENT OVER THAT WAY!
HEE HEE HA!
WOO!
UGH!
[CLICK]
UH!
YAAAH!
I THINK WE'VE GOT HIM!
AH!
HEY! HEY!
HURRY!
WE GOTTA GET OUT OF HERE!
COME ON!
[GUNSHOTS]
HOLD STILL NOW.
GOT THIS BUCKSHOT INFECTION IN MY ELBOW.
MAKES MY RIGHT ARM
KIND OF...WHOA!
HOLD STILL NOW.
IAMSTILL.
JUST SHOOT THE CHAIN, OK?
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 CHAINS.
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.
OH! I'M SORRY!
HEY, 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 GOD DAMN MEXICAN ARMY?
HO, HO, HO!
GOD DAMN IT.
REMEMBER SOMETHING, DAVE.
THESE BOYS
ARE THE LINCOLN COUNTY REGULATORS.
YEAH. WAS.
WERE.
BILLY, COME ON. THE CHAIN.
YOU'RE RIGHT, DOC.
WERE.
THERE AIN'T NO REGULATORS NO MORE.
NO ROOM FOR THEM.
NO ROOM FOR ME.
BILLY, PLEASE.
I'M TAKING THE MEXICAN BLACKBIRD.
WHAT? WHAT ARE YOU TAKING?
THE BROKEN TRAIL THAT GO DOWN TO OLD MEXICO.
ONLY ME AND A FEW OTHER BOYS KNOW IT.
TAKE THE TRAIL BELOW.
HEY, DOC...
ONCE YOU'RE DOWN THERE,
THESE BASKET MEN, PAY THEM,
AND THEY'LL COME UP AND GET YOUR BELONGINGS,
YOUR FAMILY, WHATEVER YOU NEED.
COME HERE, BILLY.
WHY DON'T YOU JUST SHOOT THE CHAIN, OK?
ALL RIGHT. LISTEN HERE.
MOUNT UP.
WE'RE TAKING THE MEXICAN BLACKBIRD, HUH?
OLD MEXICO. LET'S GO.
COME ON.
WHERE'D YOU FIND HIM?
THAT'S PRETTY GOOD.
IT'S FOR YOU.
IT'S FROM NEW YORK.
IT'S FOR THE HORSE.
THAT HORSE AIN'T FOR SALE, DOC,
BUT, UH... HOW ABOUT MY BOOTS?
THEY'RE NICE AND BROKE AND--
SON OF A BITCH!
WOO HOO HOO!
COME ON, BILLY.
KILL THAT TENDERFOOT SON OF A BITCH!
GET ON TOP OF HIM! COME ON!
COME ON. BREAK IT UP, BILLY!
I KNOW YOU, YOU SON OF A BITCH!
YOU KNOW ME, HUH? WELL, I KNOW YOU!
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,
PUT ON A SILK CRAVAT,
THAT DON'T CHANGE WHAT YOU DID!
DAMN IT, CHAVEZ! LET ME HAVE--
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 lS COMlNG TO AN END."
AND THE FIRST ONE SAYS,
"WELL, I BEST GO TO THE MlSSlON AND PRAY."
AND THE SECOND ONE SAYS, "WELL, HELL!
I'M GOlNG TO GO BUY ME A CASE OF MESCAL AND SlX WHORES."
AND THE THlRD ONE SAYS, "WELL, I SHALL FlNlSH THE GAME."
I SHALL FINISH THE GAME, DOC.
WHOEVER'S GOING FOR OLD MEXICO, WE RIDE NOW.
JOSIAH, THIS AIN'T THE UNTAMED PRAIRIE
YOU USED TO RUN FREE OVER.
I GOT A FAMILY I GOT TO GET BACK TO, PAT.
THE NEW GOVERNOR WAS THE 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 CATCH ME.
EVERYBODY BUT HIM.
THE VILLAGERS SAY HE'S ADIABLERO.
HE CAN CHANGE INTO A COYOTE,
DISAPPEAR, AND NEVER GETS KILLED.
ME?
I JUST THINK
HE'S THE LUCKIEST WHITE EYE IN NEW MEXICO.
BUT HE'LL CROSS THE BORDER.
HE WILL.
CHAVEZ, I CAN'T RIDE WITH HIM ANYMORE.
TRYING TO SPEND THE LAST YEAR FORGETTING ABOUT HIM.
READ ABOUT HIM IN THE NEWSPAPER
AND THEM DAMN FIVE- CENT BOOKS.
JESUS CHRIST,
THE CHILDREN IN NEW YORK CITY
IMITATE HIM IN THE STREETS.
HE'S IN MY SLEEP.
YOU GOTTA UNDERSTAND WHAT I'M SAYING.
IT'S OVER.
WHEN THE SPIRIT HORSE COMES, THEN IT'S OVER.
WELL, CHAVEZ KNEW WHAT HE WAS TALKING ABOUT.
HE HAD 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.
YAH! YAH!
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.
OK, READY? GRAB A HOLD.
LIFT HIM UP.
[PRAYING IN LATIN]
WHERE'S THE HAMMER?
LUKE, GIVE US A HAND.
THAT'S IT. GOT IT?
WHERE ARE WE GONNA PUT THIS?
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 TOUCHIN' THIS ONE.
BILLY,
WHERE ARE THE MEN YOU PROMISED US?
I THOUGHT YOU SAID YOU HAD AN ARMY.
I DO.
HERE IT COMES.
JESUS...JUST ONE?
THAT'S ALL YOU COULD FIND?
NO ONE WANT TO COME.
EVERYONE AFRAID.
ARE YOU A FARMER?
YES, SIR.
MY NAME'S HENDRY WILLIAM FRENCH.
YOU EVER SHOOT ANYBODY BEFORE,
HENDRY WILLIAM FRENCH?
YOU EVER SHOOT ANYTHING BEFORE?
SAGE HEN.
SAGE HEN!
AHH...
WELL, TELL ME SOMETHING, HENDRY.
WHY IS IT YOU WANNA 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 OF 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 GOING TO DO,
STAY HERE AND SCRUB POTS FOR BEEVER?
I MAY HAVE OLD BEEVER SCRUB THE POTS FOR ME.
I'M BUYING THIS PLACE,
TURNING IT INTO AN EATING HOUSE.
THERE'S WILDCAT MONEY COMING IN HERE.
I GOT TO STAKE MY PIECE
WHILE I STILL GOT A FAIR ENOUGH NAME.
WHAT NAME?
YOU'D BE RIDING WITH KNOWN MEN, PATSY.
YOU ALWAYS WANTED TO BE A KNOWN MAN IN NEW MEXICO.
HELL, I'LL BE A KNOWN MAN.
NEXT TIME YOU RIDE THROUGH HERE,
THERE'LL BE A BIG OLD SIGN OUT THERE
SAYS "GARRETT'S PLACE."
IT'S TIME I GOT AN INCOME
THAT AIN'T FROM STEALING HORSES.
WELL, YOU REMEMBER SOMETHING, PAT.
I NEVER STOLE A HORSE FROM SOMEONE I DIDN'T LIKE.
IF I DIDN'T LIKE THEM,
I JUST WOULDN'T EVEN BOTHER WITH THEM.
NO. HE'D JUST KILL THEM.
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.
AH!
SOAPWEED, I GOT YOU!
YOU WANT TO EAT OUT OF MY ASHCANS?
GO ON. HAVE A CHEW!
GO ON! GO ON!
HOWDY, BEEVER.
GO ON. SIT WITH THE BOYS.
WHAT THE HELL'S THIS?
THIS?
THIS IS THE PRINCE OF PENNSYLVANIA.
MMM, MMM, MMM.
[SIGHS]
[CLANGING]
THE FIRST STOP ALONG THE BLACKBIRD
WAS TO RAISE SOMEDINEROS,
AND JOHN SIMPSUM 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 REALLY TURNED OUT TO BE A SNAKE, BILLY.
WHEN THEY CATCH YOU,
THEY'RE GONNA DRY GULCH YOUR STINKING BONES.
I'M JUST TRYING TO GET MY FRIENDS TO OLD MEXICO.
WE NEED SOME PESOS.
NOW, I'VE DONE SOME FIGURING,
AND I FIGURE YOU OWE US, MR. CHISUM--
$25O FOR THE FIGHTING WE DID LAST YEAR
AND $25O FOR ME LEAVING YOUR STOCK ALONE.
IS THAT WHAT YOU FIGURED?
YES, SIR. THAT'S WHAT I FIGURED.
WELL, YOU CAN TAKE THOSE FIGURES
AND SHOVE THEM UP YOUR ARROGANT LITTLE ASS
AND SET FIRE TO THEM.
I DON'T OWE YOU A GOD DAMN THING.
NOW GET THE HELL OUT OF HERE!
I'LL BRING MY .5O 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.
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...GO ON AND BRING THE MEN IN,
AND WE'LL HAVE A LITTLE FRESH COFFEE
WITH THE BOYS HERE.
YOO-HOO!
I'LL MAKE YOU FAMOUS.
MR. CHISUM, WHICH ONE OF THESE BOYS
IS THE FASTEST WITH THE IRON?
DON'T YOU DO IT, BILLY.
THAT BE ME.
YOU.
DROP SAM COLT.
BILLY...
PUT HER DOWN NOW.
STEP AWAY.
YOU OWE ME $5OO, MR. CHISUM,
SO WHAT I'M GOING TO DO IS KILL ONE OF YOUR MEN
FOR EVERY $5.OO YOU OWE ME.
ONLY I'M GOING TO DO IT FAIR.
HOW'S THAT FOR SQUARE?
NOW, WHEN I GO FOR MY GUN,
YOU START SHOOTING.
BUT I PROMISE YOU, YOU WILL NOT MAKE IT.
READY?
YEAH, I'M READY.
DAVE.
OH, MY GOD!
495.
HENDRY.
OH, MY GOD!
HENDRY.
49O.
YOU JUST KILLED YOURSELF.
BONNEY, YOU ARE A FOOL!
YOU CALL YOURSELF THE SCOURGE OF NEW MEXICO?
WELL, BY GOD, IAMNEW MEXICO,
AND YOU ARE DEAD.
HA HA!
LET ME TELL YOU SOMETHING, MR. NEW MEXICO.
I WOULDN'T GIVE A BUCKET OF PISS
FOR YOUR FUTURE.
SKIN OUT, BOYS.
YOU HAVE YOURSELF A GOOD DAY NOW.
I WANT HIM DEAD.
WELL, THE PROBLEM IS HE'S PROTECTED
BY 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.
NOW BRING HIM IN, GOVERNOR,
AND MAKE THE OFFER.
PENDLETON.
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, 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'S FAMILIAR WITH HIS PATTERNS.
YOUAREFAMILIAR WITH HIM, MR. GARRETT.
YOU SEE, PATRICK...
CERTAIN CHANGES NEED TO BE STRUCTURED.
WE NEED A SHERIFF
WHO CAN ELIMINATE THIS PARTICULAR...
PROBLEM.
I DON'T QUITE FOLLOW WHAT YOU'RE SAYING.
WE'RE SAYING SHERIFF OF LINCOLN COUNTY.
SHERIFF PAT GARRETT.
NOW THAT OUGHT TO MAKE YOU FEEL PRETTY GOOD.
AND WE'RE SAYING $5OO...
UP FRONT.
AND 5OO AFTER.
$1,OOO, MR. GARRETT.
AND ALL THE RESOURCES YOU NEED
TO CARRY OUT THE EXTERMINATION
OF ONE WILLIAM H. BONNEY.
IS THAT SATISFACTORY?
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.
I GUESS WHAT I'M TRYING TO SAY IS,
YOU'RE CALLED KID,
AND RUDABAUGH'S CALLED ARKANSAS DAVE,
AND, UH, I DARESAY
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.
[RINGING]
[CLICK]
STILL TRYING TO GET THIS RAG SHEET
OFF THE GROUND, ASH?
THE COPY IS GOOD. THE MACHINE IS BAD.
I HEAR YOU'RE GOING TO BE OPENING UP AN EATING HOUSE,
GARRETT.
WOULD YOU LIKE TO SECURE AN ADVERTISEMENT?
I'VE CHANGED MY MIND.
JEEZUM CROW.
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.
RIDEALONG WITH YOU? ON A HORSE?
OH, NO.
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.
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.
I LIKE THAT.
IT'S VERY GOOD.
WHAT DID THEY DO NOW-- SPELL YOUR NAME WRONG?
THEY GOT A NEW SHERIFF ON US, BOYS.
GOES BY THE NAME OF PAT GARRETT.
JESUS CHRIST!
WHAT THE HELL DID HE DO THAT FOR?
MAKE HISSELF FAMOUS.
BE A KNOWN MAN LIKE ME.
HEY, WHAT ABOUT ME?
WHAT DID 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 GOING TO GIVE PAT GARRETT
THE RIDE OF HIS MISERABLE TWO-FACED STINKING LIFE.
LET'S SKIN OUT! COME ON!
WELL, COME ON!
DO YOU BELIEVE THIS?
OK, TOM.
LAST ONE OUT OF HERE DRINKS DIRTY DISHWATER.
COME ON!
SON OF A BITCH!
HO.
BURIAL GROUND.
WARM SPRINGS PEOPLE.
APACHE.
WE BETTER GET GOING.
WE'LL GO AROUND.
WHAT IS IT--
CHAVEZ, WHY DON'T YOU GO PECK SHIT
WITH THE CHICKENS, HUH?
DO YOU KNOW WHAT THEY'RE PAYING
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 5O CENTS FOR A GOOD INDIAN LEG BONE.
IT'S ALL OUT THERE,
SO DON'T YOU GO GETTING SENTIMENTAL AND ALL THAT,
COME ON.
YOU GO IN THERE, SMART GRINGO,
AND I'LL BURY YOU THERE.
OK.
LET'S GO.
COME ON. YAH!
COME ON.
WHOA.
WHOO!
SILVER CITY, HERE I COME!
AAAH!
NO!
YAH!
UGH!
UHH!
SHIT.
SON OF A...
I DON'T THINK SO, DAVE.
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.
YEAH.
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 GOINGAROUND THAT CEMETERY,
I PROMISE YOU.
THANK YOU.
GARRETT!
GET ME OFF THIS ANIMAL!
I HAVE TO HAVE A MOVEMENT!
YOU HAVE TO HAVE A WHAT?
HE HAS TO HAVE A SHIT.
I HAVE TO HAVE A MOVEMENT.
THAT'S THE FOURTH ONE TODAY.
AAAH!
SHERIFF, AT THE RISK OF OFFENDING YOU,
YOUR NEWSPAPERMAN IS HINDERING
AN IMPORTANT GOVERNMENT OPERATION.
I HAVE TO REQUEST
THAT HE BE DISCHARGED FROM SERVICE.
WHAT DO YOU MAKE OF IT?
TOBACCO POUCH.
IT'S HIS. I GAVE IT TO HIM.
IT'S BUFFALO SCROTUM FROM MY FIRST KILL,
BIG OLD BULL NEAR FORT GRIFFIN.
THAT'S A PRETTY STORY, SHERIFF.
WHY'D HE LEAVE IT HANGING THERE LIKE THAT?
JUST TO SAY HELLO.
LOOKS LIKE HE'S SAYING MORE THAN HELLO.
WHAT'S ''SCUM''?
WELL, TOM, THAT'S BAD TYPES--
POLITICIANS, BANKERS, CATTLE KINGS--
SCUM.
COME ON.
COME ALONG, MOTHER.
WELL, I'LL BE HOG-TIED AND SENT TO HADES!
BILLY!
AHH!
WHAT HAVE WE GOT HERE?
HOW ARE YOU, JANE?
WICKED BOYS!
4, 5, 6 WICKED BOYS.
WICKED AND WANTED OR JUST PLAIN WICKED?
$1,OOO ON ME.
YEAH? I HEARD $5OO.
WELL, YOU HEARD WRONG, JANE.
I ALSO HEARD YOU AIN'T LONG FOR THE TERRITORY, BILLY.
WE'RE NOT. WE'RE GOING TO OLD MEXICO, RIGHT, BILLY?
WELL, GOOD LUCK. HOW OLD'S THIS FELLA?
14 AND--
17.
14 1/2.
OH, WELL, DON'T FORGET THAT HALF.
THERE'S A LOT OF EXPERIENCE PACKED INTO THAT HALF.
IT'S DIFFERENT.
WHAT? MY HAIR?
IT'S THE NEW FASHION.
YOU LIKE IT?
YEAH, YOUR HAIR, BUT EVERYTHING.
THIS WHOLE TOWN, OUTSIDE, TOO.
THEY GOT A CHURCH.
THIS AIN'T WHITE OAKS.
YEAH, WELL, THERE'S 2,011 SOULS IN THIS TOWN, KID,
A LOT OF BACK EAST MONEY.
THE TOWN'S DIFFERENT. IT'S RESPECTABLE.
YOU'RE NOT TELLING US YOU'VE GONE RESPECTABLE
NOW, JANE, HAVE YOU?
NO. 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 AN EXCELLENT MALT
SIX-TIMES SERVED IN A ROOM WITH A SOUTHERN VIEW?
YOU'RE A LADY TO THE MANOR BORN, JANE.
TO THE MANOR BORN.
HE'S HURT PRETTY GOOD.
LOOKS LIKE THE MUSKRATS ARE IN A TRAP.
THEY'RE CHEWING THEIR OWN LEGS OFF.
ALL RIGHT, WE'RE GOING NORTH.
SOUTH, YOU MEAN.
NO, I MEAN NORTH.
BUT, SHERIFF, LAST TIME I HEARD,
OLD MEXICO'S STILL SOUTH.
YOU EVER HEAR OF A COYDOG, POE?
HALF COMMON DOG, HALF COYOTE.
FEED ONE, HE KEEPS COMING AROUND.
NO FEAR OF MAN.
KID'S A COYDOG.
HE'S COME 15O MILES WITHOUT A TOWN.
RIGHT ABOUT NOW,
HE'S LOOKING FOR SOME ATTENTION.
ASH!
HE AIN'T MY CONCERN.
[SPEAKING APACHE LANGUAGE]
OH!
[SPEAKING APACHE LANGUAGE]
SHERIFF, I THINK I NEED TO HAVE A MOVEMENT.
ME, TOO.
UHH! UHH!
''OVER THE MOUNTAINS OF THE MOON,
''DOWN THE VALLEY OF THE SHADOW,
''RIDE, BOLDLY, RIDE, THE SHADE REPLIED--
IF YOU SEEK FOR ELDORADO!''
MY, THAT WAS HEAVENLY.
WHO WROTE IT?
JOSIAH ''DOC'' SCURLOCK.
WHO THE HELL'S THAT?
NOW, YOU COME BACK NOW.
WHOO!
[BED SHAKING AND LAUGHTER]
[HOOFBEATS]
OH, NO.
BILLY!
LOOK OUT THE WINDOW, BILLY!
THEY DON'T TOLERATE SCUM.
HELP ME GATHER THE BOYS.
GO ON. GET ROLLING 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.
DEPUTY 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?
DO I AGREE TO THOSE TERMS?
HA HA HA! WHO IS THIS GUY?
YES, SIR, WE AGREE TO THOSE TERMS.
I'M GOING IN.
ALL RIGHT, BOYS,
PUT YOUR GUNS AWAY AND LOOK RESPECTABLE.
LADIES, UPSTAIRS.
O'FOLLIARD, DISAPPEAR.
GENTLEMEN.
AHEM! AHEM!
GENTLEMEN, WHICH OF YOU IS THE LEADER OF YOUR GANG?
THAT WOULD BE ME.
ARKANSAS DAVE.
YOU ARE NOT, DAVE.
I AM SO.
YOU ARE NOT.
I AM SO!
ARE NOT!
AHEM! GENTLEMEN, I'M A DEPUTIZED MAN,
AND I DO THINGS THE LAW WAY.
WHICH WAY?
LAW WAY.
LAW WAY. I SEE.
OK, GO AHEAD. GO AHEAD.
NOW, THE PEOPLE OUT THERE,
THEY DO THINGS THEIR OWN WAY.
THEY GOT THEIR MINDS SET ON A HANGING.
NOW, IT'S GOING TO 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.
IF I CAN GIVE THIS INDIAN TO THOSE PEOPLE OUT THERE,
THEY'LL BE WELL SATISFIED.
THE REST OF YOU CAN JUST RIDE OUT.
HA HA! YOU HEAR THAT, CHAVEZ?
SIR, I AGREE TO THOSE TERMS.
THEY'RE 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.
I DO.
DAVE.
THE GENTLEMAN'S JACKET.
THERE.
MR. 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 GOING OUT TO SATISFY THE CROWD,
BUT YOU OBVIOUSLY DON'T UNDERSTAND
THE MEANING OF THE WORD ''PALS.''
THINK I'D HAND MY FRIEND OVER TO
A BUCKET OF MULE DUNG LIKE YOU?
THAT'S AN INSULT. TURN AROUND, CHIEF.
[GUNS COCK]
COME ON, CARLYLE! 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!
[INDIAN WAR WHOOPING CALL]
UH-OH.
OH, MY GOD!
THAT'S DEPUTY CARLYLE.
THAT'S JAMES CARLYLE.
COME ON. LET'S GET OUT OF HERE.
THEY'RE LEAVING.
THEY'RE ALL SKINNING OUT.
PALS.
OF COURSE, THEY WERE SKINNING OUT.
THEY HAD JUST MURDERED THEIR OWN DEPUTY.
THEY PINNED THAT ONE ON ME, TOO,
BUT I NEVER FIRED ONE SHOT.
JUST SAYING ''HELLO,'' PAT?
DID YOU ENTERTAIN HIM?
MAYBE.
DID YOU LIKE IT?
MAYBE.
REMEMBER THE TIME YOU, ME, AND HIM LOCKED ALL THE DOORS,
STAYED UP TILL THE SUN,
BREAKING THE PLACE UP WITH SIX-SHOOTERS?
EVERY BOTTLE IN THE BAR... NAKED AS JAYBIRDS...
AND THERE WAS NO LAW.
NO LAW... AND NO BARBED WIRE.
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?
JANE GREATHOUSE, THE CITIZENS OF WHITE OAKS
HAVE PROCLAIMED THIS PLACE THE DEVIL'S DEN.
AS SHERIFF OF LINCOLN COUNTY,
I HAVE TO HONOR AND PROTECT THEIR CIVIC VIRTUES.
I'LL SHOW THEM
WHAT MY CIVIC VIRTUES LOOK LIKE,
ALL THOSE STALL-FED TENDERFEET
WITH THEIR EASTERN SHINPLASTER
AND THEIR SUNDAY WIVES AND THEIR SUNDAY DRESSES
WITH THE PREACHER
AT THE BACK DOOR BY MORNING
TO SEE IF THEY'VE GOT THE CONNECTICUT BLUE LAWS
TATTOOED ON THEIR LILY-WHITE BUTTOCKS!
LET IT BURN! LET IT BURN!
THE TOWN WILL BE BETTER OFF--
OH, LORD.
AAAH!
I DON'T BELIEVE I'M SEEING THIS.
WHOA!
THIS TOWN WILL NEVER BE THE SAME.
WHITE OAKS, YOU CAN KISS MY ASS!
SURE. ANYTIME, HONEY.
HEY, IS THIS ONE READY TO GO?
IT CAN GO,
DOWN IN THAT NUMBER TWO LANE.
LET IT GO! LET IT GO!
HEY!
YOU GOT ANY WATER?
OLD-TIMER, WHEN DID THIS PLACE BOOM UP?
LAST WEEK.
COPPER?
NAH! GUANO. BAT DROPPINGS.
BAT DROPPINGS?
I'VE BEEN TO GOLD TOWNS,
SILVER TOWNS,
I'VE EVEN BEEN TO TURQUOISE TOWNS,
BUT I'VE NEVER BEEN TO A BAT SHIT TOWN.
CAN'T WAIT TO SEE THE WOMEN.
YAH! YAH!
UGH!
YAH! YAH!
GO! GO! HEYAH!
AAH!
YAH!
WHOA!
ASSAY! ASSAY!
ASSAY!
AAAH!
WHOA!
AAAH!
WHEW!
WHOA!
UGH!
LET'S GO! HEYAH! COME ON!
JESUS CHRIST!
EVEN THEIR HORSES ARE CRAZY.
AAAH!
HEY!
HAH!
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 GOD DAMN GOVERNMENT MOUTH,
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 THEM TO DO THAT?
WHAT'S THAT MEAN ANYWAY? ASSAY, ASSAY?
IT'S AN ANCIENT NAVAHO WORD.
IT MEANS STOP.
STOP?
YAH! YAH!
WHEN WE GET TO THE TOP OF THIS BLUFF,
WE'LL HAVE A CLEAR VIEW OF THE NACHITA RIVER.
WE'LL SELL THE HORSES OFF,
AND THEN WE'LL TAKE A SKIFF DOWNRIVER INTO MEXICO.
HEY, TOMMY, LAST ONE UP THE HILL'S
A THREE-LEGGED DOG!
WHOO!
YAY!
BILLY!
IS THIS OLD MEXICO?
NO.
IT'S GARRETT!
GET DOWN, TOM!
I GOT HIM.
UHH! UHH! UHH!
Oh, my God.
YOU SHOT ME.
YOU REALLY SHOT ME.
TAKE YOUR MEDICINE, SON.
WELL, IT'S A START.
[SINGING IN NAVAHO LANGUAGE]
I SPENT A LOT OF NIGHTS IN THIS CABIN
AFTER THE LINCOLN WAR.
TRIED TO PUT ANOTHER OUTFIT TOGETHER,
BUT IT WAS NEVER THE SAME.
WHEN YOU BOYS CAME BACK,
I FELT LIKE THERE WAS NOTHING I WOULDN'T DO
TO KEEP THE GANG TOGETHER, KEEP RIDING.
WHAT ARE YOU SAYING, CHIVATO?
YOU KNOW WHAT THE MEXICAN BLACKBIRD IS?
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?
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.
YOU, BONNEY...
YOU ARE NOT A GOD.
WHY DON'T YOU PULL THE TRIGGER AND FIND OUT?
I GOT TO GET BACK HOME.
UGH!
DOC!
WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING? WE'RE NOT IN POSITION YET!
THEY KILLED HIM! THAT BASTARD KILLED YOU!
GET UP, DOC! COME ON. GET UP!
YOU LEAVE HIM ALONE!
HE'S A DEAD MAN!
THEY'RE STARTING TO SURROUND US. WE GOT TO SKIN OUT OF HERE!
PAT!
WE GOT TO MAKE A BREAK.
DON'T LOOK AT THIS. LOOK UP.
SO WHO'S GOING TO BUST OUT FIRST?
HENDRY WILLIAM FRENCH, YOU NEVER KILLED NOBODY.
THEY AIN'T GONNA SHOOT AT YOU.
GO TO HELL! THEY SHOT TOMMY!
SOMEBODY'S GOTTA DO IT!
THERE MUST BE AT LEAST 1O OF THEM OUT THERE.
GET ME UP.
DAVE... IT'S YOUR GANG.
WHAT?
IT'S YOUR GANG. YOU LEAD US OUT.
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.
AAAAH!
GO! GO!
COME ON, CHAVEZ! GO!
AAAH!
AAH!
WHAT THE HELL DID YOU DO THAT FOR?
PAT! YOU SON OF A BITCH!
YOU KILLED A BOY!
AAAH!
AND YOU KILLED DOC!
YOU KNEW HIM!
CHAVEZ IS BACK THERE!
FORGET ABOUT HIM. HE'S BUZZARD MEAT.
COME ON! THEY ALL ARE!
IT'S JUST YOU AND ME, FARM BOY!
WE GOT TO HEAD FOR THE BORDER.
SHIT.
AAH!
AAAH!
HIYAH!
OH!
AAAH!
[GUNS COCKING]
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.
AHEM.
YOU CAN GO TO HELL, HELL, HELL.
[GAVEL BANGS]
HA HA HA HA!
I GOT 18 DIMES IN EACH BARREL, BOY.
YOU EVER SEE WHAT $1.8O CAN DO TO A $4O.OO STEER,
LET ALONE A CHEAP LITTLE CROOK LIKE YOURSELF?
PLTHTH!
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 THEINDEPENDENT.
OH, YES. FAMOUS MAN NOW.
HEY, BELL,
DID YOU SEND MY LETTER TO THE GOVERNOR,
OR DID YOU BURN IT?
IT WAS SENT, KID.
THE SHERIFF HAD ME PUT IT ON THE MAIL STAGE MYSELF.
THEN WHY ISN'T HE ANSWERING?
I DON'T KNOW.
MAYBE HE AIN'T ONE FOR CORRESPONDENCE.
MY SISTER UP IN COLORADO'S LIKE THAT.
WELL, I CAN--
WILL YOU JUST SHUT THE HELL UP, BELL?
CHAVEZ.
CHAVEZ, YOU ALL RIGHT?
WHAT?
YEAH, YEAH. YOU?
JUST FINE.
OK, BELL, HERE'S ANOTHER ONE
TO PROVE THAT THE HAND IS QUICKER THAN YOUR MIND.
ARE YOU READY? ARE YOU WATCHING?
PSHOO!
HA HA HA!
[FOOTSTEPS]
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?
YOU OPEN UP A NEW ROOMING ESTABLISHMENT,
GREATHOUSE?
HELL, NO.
I OPENED A GOOD SAWDUST-ON-THE-FLOOR,
PROPER WHOREHOUSE.
AHEM. MA'AM?
WELL, GOOD-BYE, WILLIAM H. BONNEY.
THANK YOU.
[FARTING SOUND]
OOPS!
[LAUGHING]
ALL RIGHT, KID.
LET YOUR SQUIRREL GO.
MUY PRONTO!
I WOULDN'T GO IN THERE IF I WERE YOU.
KID?
HI.
YOO-HOO, BELL.
I'LL MAKE YOU FAMOUS.
[LAUGHTER]
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!
IT'S THE KID!
GOOD-BYE, BOB.
BEST $1.8O I EVER SPENT!
HAH!
QUIT NAPPING ON THE JOB, BOB!
HA HA HA HA!
HEY, UH, IS THIS OLD MEXICO HERE?
#ESTA E MEXICO, HUH, AMIGOS?
WHOA HO HO! I MADE IT!
WHY, YOUDOKNOW WHO I AM, DON'T YOU?
ARKANSAS DAVE RUDABAUGH?
YOU KNOW THE NAME?
THEY KNOW THE NAME.
[CHILDREN'S VOICES]
BUENAS TARDES, AMIGOS.
YOU'RE NOT DEAD.
DO I LOOK DEAD?
YOU SHOULD HAVE SEEN
THE SHORT WORK I MADE OF BOB OLLINGER.
SPREAD HIM OUT LIKE TULAROSA.
BWUUSSHH!
WE'RE SKINNING OUT.
THERE'S A HERD OF SLOW ELK
RESTING UP AT GREZCHELOWSKI'S SHEEP CAMP.
WE'LL CUT THEM, THEN WE'LL RIDE FOR CANADA.
CHAVEZ,
MAKE SURE THE HORSES ARE WATERED.
HENDRY--
I'LL BE STAYING HERE.
YOU STAY HERE, AND GARRETT'LL TAKE YOU.
GARRETT ALREADY TOOK ME.
WHEN?
WHEN HE TOOK DOC.
THAT'S A BAD SHOT, CHAVEZ.
A MAN GETS SHOT LIKE THAT, IT'S, UH...
IT'S OVER.
UHHH!
BOY, I GUESS I--
I GUESS I REALLY GOT US INTO IT THIS TIME, HUH?
IT AIN'T SUPPOSED TO BE YOU SITTING THERE LIKE THAT.
IT'S SUPPOSED TO BE ME.
CHIVATO.
WHERE YOU GOING?
CHAVEZ?
CHAVEZ.
BUCKSHOT GEORGE.
THAT'S YOUR NAME.
YOU WANTED A NAME.
THAT'S IT.
BUCKSHOT GEORGE.
IT'S A GOOD NAME.
MY NAME'S HENDRY WILLIAM FRENCH.
THAT'S A GOOD NAME, TOO.
[FESTIVE MUSIC PLAYING]
WHOO! HOO HOO HOO!
[SPEAKING SPANISH]
HA HA HA HA!
[APPLAUSE]
[YELLING AND CHEERING]
BILLITO.
IN THE ICEHOUSE-- A FRESH BEEF.
PETE MAXWELL BUTCHER THIS MORNING.
BRING BACK HERE, AND I COOK FOR YOU.
YOU ARE HUNGRY, NO?
SI. TENGO HAMBRE.
LET'S FINISH THE GAME.
PETE?
PETE, DID YOU BUTCHER THIS MORNING?
[CLICK]
#QUIEN ES?
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.
WELL, 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.
NO ONE WOULD EVER KNOW.
YOU'D COME BACK... LIKE A DAMN NIGHTMARE.
SHOW UP IN ARIZONA STEALING COWS,
AND THEY'D STONE ME.
YOU KILLED THE BOYS, PATSY!
NO, BILLY...
YOU DID.
IF I WAS WITH YOU, I'D BE ONE OF THEM.
THIS HURTS, KID,
BUT I'M IN A PLACE I CAN'T GET OUT OF...
AND I GOTTA DO IT.
YEAH.
YOU GOTTA DO IT, PAT.
DO IT.
YOU KNOW, I ALWAYS SAID THAT IF I CARED FOR SOMEONE,
THERE'S NOTHING I WOULD FAIL TO DO.
SO I'M GOING TO MAKE IT EASY ON YOU.
YOU REMEMBER SOMETHING, PAT.
YOU'LL NEVER BE ME.
YOU'LL ONLY BE THE MAN THAT SHOT BILLY THE KID.
HASTA LA VISTA.
HASTA LA VISTA,
YOU CRAZY SON OF A BITCH.
[SCREAMING]
[PRIEST SPEAKING LATIN]
REMEMBER WILLIAM BONNEY,
''DUST THOU ART,
AND UNTO DUST THOU SHALT RETURN.''
[LAUGHTER]
YEAH. OH, YEAH...
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.
MR. ROBERTS.
BILL, WAIT.
BILLY!
I DON'T THINK SO, DAVE.
AAAHHH!
[GUNFIRE]
PALS.
ASSAY!
[WOMAN SCREAMING]
Bon Jov: ?? 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 I KNOWS WHERE I'VE BEEN ??
?? I'M A DEVIL ON THE RUN ??
?? A SIX-GUN LOVER ??
?? A GAMBLE IN THE WIND ??
?? YEAH ??
I'LL MAKE YOU FAMOUS.
HA HA HA HA HA!
?? WHEN YOU'RE BROUGHT INTO THIS WORLD ??
?? WITH A SEA OF BONE AND SIN ??
?? WELL, AT LEAST THE GAME IS 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 ??
?? WELL, I'M GOING DOWN IN A BLAZE OF GLORY ??
?? WELL, LORD, I NEVER DREW FIRST ??
?? BUT I DREW FIRST BLOOD I'M THE DEVIL'S SON ??
?? CALL ME YOUNG GUN ??
?? YEAH ??
?? SHOT DOWN IN A BLAZE OF GLORY ??
?? TAKE ME NOW, BUT KNOW THE TRUTH ??
?? WELL, I'M GOING OUT IN A BLAZE OF GLORY ??
?? ?? LORD, I NEVER DREW FIRST
?? BUT I DREW FIRST BLOOD, AND I KNOW WHAT SIDE ??
?? CALL ME YOUNG GUN ??
?? I'M A YOUNG GUN ??
?? YOUNG GUN ??
?? YEAH, YEAH, YEAH ??
?? YOUNG GUN ????
?? I'VE JUST SEEN TROUBLE ??
?? HE'S CALLING OUT YOUR NAME TONIGHT ??
?? ?? YOU BETTER GET YOUR GUNS
?? YOU COULD WALK AWAY ??
?? BUT I KNOW YOU WERE BORN TO FIGHT ??
?? ?? SO, BILLY, GET YOUR GUNS
?? THEBANDOLEROSWERE STRUNG OUT IN THE PROMENADE ??
?? BILLY, GET YOUR GUNS ??
?? AND THE WIND WHISPERED SOFTLY ??
?? THAT THE DEVIL'S TO BLAME ??
?? BILLY, GET YOUR GUNS ??
?? THERE'S TROUBLE BLOWING LIKE A HURRICANE ??
?? BILLY, GET YOUR GUNS ??
?? THERE'S A PRICE ON YOUR HEAD FOR THE PRICE OF FAME ??
?? AND IT'LL NEVER CHANGE ??
?? THEY CHRISTEN 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 ??
?? THERE'S A PRICE ON YOUR HEAD FOR THE PRICE OF FAME ??
?? AND IT'LL NEVER CHANGE ??
?? BILLY, GET YOUR GUNS ??
? ?? BILLY, GET YOUR GUNS... ?