Previously on "Billy the Kid"...
[Brady] This store is no longer trading.
Please go home.
[Brewer] Sheriff Brady, I do not believe
you are serving justice.
You're only workin' for the House.
[Jesse] We do what we want, boys.
We are the fuckin' law.
We've got the guns,
and the House is a fuckin' institution.
It's gettin' real dangerous here in Lincoln.
- [gunshot] - Uhh!
[Billy] You gotta practice every day.
This thing's about to get real messy real quick.
[McSween] Sheriff Brady and a posse
will arrive here in the morning
to serve you with a writ and seize all of your horses.
[Billy] You should defend the ranch.
Protect your property.
[Tunstall] I don't want any of these people to die for me.
We're at war. We gotta fight 'em.
[Tunstall] I was just thinking that we could move the horses
before the sheriff gets here.
[Jesse] They struck out from Tunstall's ranch around dawn.
Picked up their trail.
Finally, we tracked down Tunstall himself.
We told him to surrender.
He fired at us, and we fired back.
[Billy] I swear on my mother's grave,
I will kill every man involved in your murder,
or die myself in the attempt, so help me God.
I have to take the law into my own hands.
- You told me you changed. - [grunts]
The next time I'll see your face will be on a "Wanted" poster.
But I want you all to appreciate that if you respond
to this act of violence in kind,
then there will be a lot of bloodshed.
[gunshot]
Then let there be bloodshed.
[theme music playing]
♪♪♪♪♪
[ominous music playing]
[Manuela, in Spanish]
[horse whinnies]
[in English] Things are moving really fast, Billy.
The Regulators have all been charged with the murder
of Baker and Morton.
You're wanted men now, and you'll be arrested on sight.
We should quit Lincoln County for a while.
No. I'm not finished here yet.
There's more. I've been ordered to appear
before the district court to face those charges
of false accounting and embezzling state funds
that Murphy and his pals cooked up.
- You gonna go? - [McSween] It's the only chance
I have to clear my name. The charges against me
are so ridiculous, no jury would ever convict me.
I'll walk out of there a free man.
Just be careful.
♪♪♪♪♪
When's the court date?
[Riley] It's the end of the month.
There's a good chance the jury won't find against McSween.
- You know that, right? - I know that.
We gotta make sure that he doesn't have his day in court.
How do we do that?
McSween's gotta come out of hiding to attend court, right?
Well, then, we'll just get Sheriff Brady to apprehend him
before he gets there, serve him with a warrant for his arrest,
then throw him in jail.
[sighs] And once he's all locked up,
we'll just get one of our own judges to make sure
he's convicted, and then we'll just hang him.
Yes. Yes.
But then what if Billy and the Regulators
- ride into town with him? - Well, then they'll all
be arrested and thrown in jail themselves.
Anyway...
they wouldn't dare.
Even so, I do think we need to arrange a little something
on the day that makes it more difficult
for the Regulators to intervene.
Like what?
I've got an idea.
[Saturnino, in Spanish]
[coins clatter]
[coins clink]
[in English] So, there's something
I wish to discuss with you, Saturnino.
It is time to promote the vigor
and the economic strength of the House.
With Tunstall out of the way,
we've the monopoly in Lincoln now.
We need to take advantage.
We need to pull in new customers.
So, I'm suggesting that we have a little festival in the town.
And I need your help with that.
I'm imagining horse races in the center of the Plaza,
rooster fights,
fandangos, and there'll be music, and...
Jesse and his men-- they'll do security.
That sounds like fun, huh?
Which date?
I was thinking that we might do it
the last day of the month.
The day of the McSween court case, no?
That's right.
[soft, eerie music playing]
Bring on the festivities, my friend.
Good.
[indistinct chatter, dog barking in distance]
Wish me luck.
- [clicking tongue] - [horse nickers]
I'm gonna follow them,
just to make sure he gets there alive.
[ominous music playing]
[whistles]
- [indistinct chatter] - I don't know.
[gun cocks]
[Waite] It's Brewer!
It's Brewer.
[Brewer] I came as soon as I could.
One of the sheriff's deputies I got friendly with
told me that McSween is gonna be served with a warrant
for accessory to murder.
What, so he doesn't even make it to the court?
No. He told my friend that once McSween is behind bars,
he'll be found guilty and hanged.
What time's he due in the courthouse?
[Brewer] 11 o'clock.
[sighs] Shit.
Well, that's not happenin'.
I'm riding into Lincoln. Who's comin'?
What are you gonna do?
I'm gonna stop Brady.
How are you gonna do that?
[horse whinnies in distance]
None of you have to come, but I'm going either way.
[George] I'm in.
- Vámonos. - Count me in.
Yeah, me, too.
No.
You're not coming, Tom. You're not getting involved.
Why not? I'm already involved.
Tom, you don't realize, you know, what this could mean
for you...in the long term.
I joined you because I believe in you, Billy.
I'm comin' to Lincoln with you, whether you want me to or not.
[horse whinnies in distance]
All right.
I guess I would have said the same.
- Let's go. - Let's do it.
[laughter, indistinct chatter]
[horses whinnying]
[speaking in Spanish]
[gunshot]
[cheering]
[indistinct shouting]
[cheering continues]
[Riley] Jesse!
Come on up!
[Murphy] Jesse.
[sighs]
[Riley] Thanks for comin'.
Sheriff Brady will be along shortly.
He'll have his deputies, but stay sharp.
Now once we've arrested McSween in front of the courthouse,
all of our troubles will be over.
The Regulators are outlaws. They can come if they like.
They will end up behind bars.
Maybe it's just a little too early to write off Billy.
Listen. I keep gettin' told about the kid,
like he's some sort of magician,
or special, or different from everyone else.
I don't believe it. I've never believed it.
He's a kid, and like all kids,
he's full of bravado, with fuck-all to show for it
but this fake reputation.
You don't know Billy like I know Billy, Mr. Riley.
He is different.
God help you when you find that out.
[ominous music playing]
[horse blusters]
[cheering, lively Spanish music playing]
[clucking]
[cheering, indistinct shouting]
[woman] Ay, Dios mio!
[indistinct chatter in Spanish]
[ominous music playing]
[gun clicking]
[lively music playing, indistinct chatter]
[horse blusters]
♪♪♪♪♪
[horses whinny]
[horses bluster]
[lively Spanish music playing in distance]
[suspenseful music playing]
[scoffs]
[lively Spanish music continues in distance]
♪♪♪♪♪
[suspenseful music playing]
[gun cocking]
[gunshots]
- [grunts] - [screaming]
[shouting in Spanish]
[man] They shot Brady!
[screaming]
[shouting indistinctly]
[screaming]
Aah! Uhh!
[shouts indistinctly]
- Whoa. - [gunfire in distance]
There's trouble in town. Head up to your house.
I gotta get the warrant! Cover me!
[George] Go, go, go!
[gunshots]
Get him! Come on!
Look alive, boys! Jesse's comin' down the road!
[Jesse] Come on, let's go! Let's move it out! Go, go, go!
[gunfire]
I got it! I got it!
- Get out! - [grunting]
[grunting]
Here, hold me.
[panting]
- [Billy] Shit, Tom. - [Tom] You okay?
No, I'm fine. It's nothing. You're in a bad way, though.
Ah, shit, Tom.
[George] Buckshot's with 'em too!
[gunshots continue]
[yelling and groaning]
Get him outta here.
[Tom gasping]
You! You were supposed to make sure
that Sheriff Brady got to the courthouse!
He's dead! What the fuck happened?!
- The Kid! - He's only fuckin' one man!
How many did you bring?
They don't wanna get involved. This is gringo business!
[Riley] Fucking Mexicans. I shoulda known.
- Can you walk? - I'll hold 'em off.
He's bleeding out, Billy. Just get him outta here!
[groaning and yelling]
[gunshot]
What in God's name is happening?
I don't know.
How many men are behind that wall, Jesse?
Five, six, maybe.
- The wagon? - Right.
- Clear them all out. - Buckshot, we're gonna move up.
That's what I'm payin' you for. Clear them out!
That's them!
Close, Buckshot!
Reload!
[bullet whizzes]
[panting]
[under breath] Billy, where are ya?
Where the fuck are ya?
[horse blusters]
[grunting]
[groaning and crying]
You're not gonna get far with that leg.
[horse blusters]
[Billy] Hold on, Tom. Come on. [clicks tongue]
- [Jesse] Buckshot? Buck! - [Buckshot] Move!
- What? What? - Go! Move!
- [Buckshot] Fuckin' move! - Right!
Hold on!
Left! Left!
[grunting]
[gunfire continues]
Hold on! [shouts]
[gun cocks, gunshot]
[grunting and yelling]
- Whoa. Whoa. - [groans]
[horse blusters]
[grunts]
Whoa.
[grunting]
All right, I got you.
[grunting]
Ready?
[groaning loudly]
[gunshots continue]
[indistinct shouting]
[shouts indistinctly]
Fuck! Fuck. My hand. Fuck me.
That's too much blood. We need more bandages.
Right here.
[cloth ripping]
- Billy. - What, Tom? What?
You gotta get outta here.
- Can we move him? - No. He'll bleed out.
It's best he stays here.
You two have to leave now.
- What? - You can't stay here alone.
[gunfire in distance]
Leave now. I'll be fine.
Uh, we have to find him somewhere to hide.
Okay. McSween, help me move this.
[grunting]
Here, this'll do.
Get him water, food, blankets.
[grunting]
[George] Shit. I'm jammed!
[gunfire continues]
Jesus!
Fuck.
We gotta fall back.
[George] We gotta pull out!
[Brewer] Get ready to run like hell!
Ready?
[George] Cover me!
[breathing heavily]
- [grunts] - Oh, fuck.
Go, go, go, go! Down, down!
Oh, fuck!
Go, go!
I got this! Get outta here!
[George] Fall back!
Let's move.
[indistinct shouting]
[grunts]
I got him!
[horse whinnies]
[Jesse] Fuck!
Boys, come on!
[whimpering]
Come on!
[horse grunting]
Go! Go! Let's go, boys!
Hyah! Hyah!
Come on!
You stay quiet. I'll come back for you. I promise.
I'll be waitin'.
Okay. Go. I'll be fine.
[door closes]
[horse whinnies and blusters]
Come on, boys.
Hyah! Hyah!
Come on.
Hyah!
[horse whinnies]
[ominous music playing]
- Go, boys! - Come on.
That's blood!
[whistles]
[gasps]
What do you want?
The wounded man--where is he?
[Mrs. McSween] He was able to leave with the others.
[Riley] Was Billy with him?
Assisting a felon can get you ten years in jail.
- Anything upstairs?! - [man] Nothin', Mr. Riley.
I think you know something, and I think you're not saying.
- No, sir. - You're lying.
- [Jesse] They're long gone.
Don't waste your fuckin' time.
Come on, boys! Let's go!
[breathing heavily]
You fuckers failed.
You had Billy the Kid in your sights, and you let him go.
He vanished like a fuckin' ghost.
I told you, he was riding into town. He--
I know what you told me!
And it's bullshit.
You put a bullet in Billy's head and what?
He dies.
[sighs]
[Buckshot] I'll kill him.
What?
I'll do it myself.
I'll hunt him down like a wild animal.
- And I'll kill him. - Well, that's the spirit!
We go after Billy. That's all. That's what this is about!
I'm tired of your excuses.
You're fuckin' failures.
♪♪♪♪♪
Is he dead?
No, he's alive.
Maybe only just. But he's alive.
[McSween] God be praised!
[grunting]
[groaning]
[Mrs. McSween] It's okay. It's okay.
[breathing heavily]
It's okay.
[clicking tongue]
[crow cawing]
[coughing]
[eerie music playing]
[Murphy] My fellow citizens, we're gathered here today
to mourn the passing of our truly wonderful sheriff,
our very own Sheriff Brady
and three of his dedicated and brave deputies,
all of whom died in the course of their duty,
gunned down by a criminal gang
recruited by the Englishman, John Tunstall.
But John Tunstall--he failed!
But what he left behind is a violent group
of outlaws and murderers, all led by one man!
One man who goes by the name of Billy the Kid!
He's a seasoned killer, just for the fun of it!
And he's a danger to everyone as long as he remains alive.
So, what we need to do here is,
we need to find him and his gang,
and we need to bring 'em all to justice!
[cheering]
And I'm talking American justice!
Real justice!
I know that no one will ever be satisfied
until Billy the Kid swings on the end of a rope!
[cheering]
At the end of a fuckin' rope!
Back so soon, Mr. Walz?
Have you no other business to attend to?
Mr. Catron is actually very concerned, Mr. Riley.
He's very concerned that things are completely
out of control here.
Sheriff Brady's murder, on Main Street,
in broad daylight, is an appalling and horrifying crime.
Now with a reputation as a murder capital, as a lawless,
outlaw-infested place, who is going to invest
their money in Lincoln County?
The value of Mr. Catron's considerable properties
and assets here is being shredded.
So, Mr. Riley...
what are you going to do about it?
We all know who killed Brady.
When we hunt down Billy, and we disperse his gang,
our troubles will be over.
You make me laugh.
The Kid can do what he likes here,
and you can't do anything about it.
I can assure you, Mr. Walz, it won't be long
before you're hearin' of Billy the Kid's demise.
I really doubt that. Really doubt that.
And Mr. Catron doubts it, too, which is why he's just appointed
a new sheriff in Lincoln County.
A sheriff who's pledged to drive each and every gunman
and outlaw out of this territory and restore law and order.
I suggest you cooperate with him.
What's his name?
Who's the new sheriff?
You'll know soon enough, Mr. Riley.
You'll know soon enough.
Hola, Juan. ¿Cómo estás?
Bien. How about you, Billy?
Yeah, I'm fine. It was just a nick.
Poor Tom's still struggling to walk, though.
- And Waite here... - Mm-mm.
What I have to tell you, Billy, the death of Sheriff Brady
has created an uproar in the town.
Many people supported him, and they tell me it was wrong
to ambush a lawman just doing his duty.
He wasn't just doing his duty.
He was doing Murphy's dirty work.
I know.
Have they appointed a new sheriff yet?
I don't know. But they tell me, the first thing they're gonna do
is issue warrants for the arrest of all of us.
They'll come after us hard, Billy.
Yep.
[Patron] Shooting a sheriff is a capital offense.
Brady had it coming. We all knew that.
I still think we should sit tight here for a while,
let the uproar die down a little.
I also agree with Dick.
Let's just stay quiet for a while.
Hang 'round here till the heat goes away.
We're not just dealing with the House here...or the law.
We're dealing with Jesse. And we struck against him.
He was hired to protect Murphy's assets,
and that included Sheriff Brady,
so he's gonna wanna strike back.
We can't just sit around here
pretending that's not gonna happen.
We should take the fight to him.
[bed creaks]
[soft music playing]
[speaking Spanish]
Billy.
Hola.
This is my nephew, José.
He's been looking out for the Seven Rivers Gang.
Hola, José.
Did you find them?
Sí. I saw them yesterday, riding along Ruidoso.
Was Jesse Evans with them?
Yes, señor. He was leading them.
- And you can take us to 'em? - Of course.
[in Spanish]
[grunts]
[in English] What the hell are you doing, Tom?
[grunts] I'm comin' with you.
Nah! You're still injured. You can't even ride.
No, really, I'm fine.
Nah. Not this time. You stay here.
[ominous music playing]
- [horse whinnies] - Whoa.
[José] These tracks-- they look fresh.
[George] How many?
About a dozen or so, I reckon.
Looks like they split up.
All right, Charlie, Juan, and his men,
follow those tracks.
The rest of you, with me.
[horses whinnying]
♪♪♪♪♪
Look.
[Beckwith] That's Billy.
Roberts, it's Billy. Let's go.
[Billy] That's them. Cover!
Take cover!
- [Billy] Cover! - Cover!
[gunfire]
[horse whinnies]
[man, in Spanish]
It's Jesse.
[gunfire continues]
[grunting]
[Jesse] Hyup, hyup.
[gunfire]
- [grunts] - [horse whinnies]
[breathing heavily]
[Charlie] I'll just take the high ground!
Billy, that's a pretty exposed run.
Yeah.
You ready? Go.
- Cover! - Cover!
- [George] Go! - [grunts]
- Come on. Come to me. - You got a shot?
[gunfire continues]
[grunts]
[Buckshot] Cover!
Aah!
[grunts]
- Oh, shit. - [laughs]
[Billy] Shit.
Oh, shit.
Buckshot, you see him?
[cocks gun]
- [Buckshot] Up there! - [gunfire]
Move!
Move! Aah!
- Move! - Up on the ridge!
They're leaving.
Aah!
[sighs]
- They gone? - Y'all stay on 'em.
I'm gonna check for Charlie.
[gunfire]
[Patron, in Spanish]
[Patron] No!
No!
[breathing heavily]
[gunfire in distance]
[Jesse, in English] Drop it! Put your hands up now!
Drop it! Fuckin' drop it!
Put it down! Now!
Drop it!
So, you're Billy's new friend, eh?
Where is the Kid?
'Cause we want him. We wanna hear him bleed,
and then we're gonna fry him up for breakfast.
I said, where the fuck is he?!
Where is he? Huh?
[Billy] Jesse!
[horse blusters]
[dramatic music playing]
I didn't kill the Englishman.
[Billy] You still have a chance, Jesse.
Take it. Hyah! Hyah!
[eerie music playing]
[insects chirping]
[knocks on door]
So, our new sheriff.
Come on in. Have a drink.
It's good to see you.
I know Mr. Catron interviewed many candidates.
You obviously made the grade, so congratulations to you.
I guess you know what we're faced with.
Your job, as I see it, is pretty simple.
You hire a posse, and you run the Regulators
out of Lincoln County once and for all.
[man] I understand.
I have to deal with Billy the Kid.
That doesn't frighten me.
What's your name again?
[man] My name's Garrett.
Pat Garrett.
♪♪♪♪♪