[Billy] Previously on Billy the Kid...
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.
[Brewer] One of the sheriff's deputies I got friendly with
told me that McSween's 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.
Sheriff Brady will be along shortly and once we've arrested
McSween in front of the courthouse,
all of our troubles will be over.
[Billy] Well, that's not happenin'. I'm gonna stop Brady.
I'm ridin' into Lincoln. Who's comin'?
Our very own Sheriff Brady gunned down
by a criminal gang of outlaws and murderers
all lead by one man who goes by the name of Billy the Kid.
I know that no one will ever be satisfied
until Billy the Kid
swings on the end of a rope.
[cheering]
Señorita Del Tobosco,
I just wanted to introduce myself.
If I want justice, I have to take the law into my own hands.
Well, I can't understand, you told me you changed.
Wait.
Please go. Now!
Sheriff Brady's murder on Main Street in broad daylight
is an appalling and horrifying crime.
[Riley] I can assure you, Mr. Walz,
it won't be long before you're hearin'
of Billy the Kid's demise.
[Walz] Mr. Catron has 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 co-operate with him.
My name's Garrett, Pat Garrett.
-[gunshot] -[pained grunt]
[Tunstall] Jesse Evans is a real danger to us.
We do what we want, boys.
We are the fuckin' law.
Where is The Kid? I want to hear him bleat.
Where is he? Huh?
Jesse!
You still have a chance, Jesse.
Take it.
He-yah, he-yah!
[Riley] You had Billy The Kid in your sights,
and you let him go.
He vanished like a fuckin' ghost.
-[gunshot] -[pained grunt]
[Buckshot] I'll kill him.
I'll do it myself.
Well, that's the spirit.
We go after Billy. That's all. That's what this is about.
-[gunfire] -[distant grunts]
[soft music]
[man whistling]
[singing under his breath]
Hurrah, hurrah.
Hurrah, hurrah!
[Jesse] Buckshot. Nice of you to show up. Where have you been?
They told me what happened.
You had The Kid in front of you. You didn't throw lead.
You can't imagine.
The Kid came up on me just like an Apache.
Came outta nowhere.
It's what we're here to do,
kill the fuckin' Kid.
If you ain't gonna do it, you know I will.
Hurrah!
[indistinct singing]
[Buckshot] I know where he at.
How would you know that?
That's my business now.
Yeah.
Why don't you go back to sleep, Jesse?
I'm goin' to collect my reward.
[grunts]
[bottle thuds]
[soft tense music]
Mmm, those are tasty, Brewer.
Well, that's my pleasure, Mr. Coe.
[men grunt happily]
-Thanks, Billy. -Thanks, Billy.
[whistling]
Someone's coming!
[distant horse neighing]
Is that Buckshot?
What the hell is he doing?
Maybe he had a fallin' out with Jesse?
Wants to join us?
You guys stay here.
I guess I know Buckshot better than any of you.
I'll just go find out what he wants.
George, be careful, the bastard's a good shot.
Yeah. I'm aware.
Finger on the trigger.
[ominous music]
[gun cocks]
Hey there, Buckshot.
How's things?
I got a good reason to be here, George.
What would that be?
Well, we ain't telling.
How'd you find out we were here?
I know an old Indian scout.
Same as you. He found ya.
Buckshot...
There's gotta be a good reason why you came out here.
[horse grunts]
Sure there is.
I come to capture The Kid,
alive or dead.
I'm gonna claim that reward.
Have you gone crazy, Buck?
It's not just Billy.
There's several more Regulators in there.
You don't stand a chance.
[Buckshot] I'm gonna claim that reward.
Come on, Georgie, move.
You know what? You're still wanted for killing Tunstall,
so maybe you should surrender to us,
since we're the new law here in Lincoln.
[laughing]
Put that rifle down!
Throw up your hands!
Not much, Mary Ann.
-[gunshot] -[pained grunt]
-[Coe] Fuck! -[gunfire]
[grunt]
[indistinct shouting]
[man] Charlie!
[gunshot]
[gunfire]
[grunting]
Billy!
You fuckin' coward!
Where you at?!
[gunfire]
[grunts] Fuck.
What the hell are we going to do?
[groaning]
Y'all stay here.
It's me he's after.
-[gunshot] -[pained grunt]
[Billy] Ah, shit!
Night, night, darlin'.
Ah, shit!
We gotta do something.
Buckshot, hold your fire!
I'm comin' out.
You can take me alive.
-[Waite] Get him. -[man 2] Go, go, go.
Puttin' my rifle down.
It's just you and me.
-[gunshot] -[pained grunt]
[grunting]
Don't. Leave it.
[groaning]
Fuck you. Fuck. [groaning]
You lookin' for me?
-You looking for me, huh? -[laughing]
Here I am.
[gunshot]
[choking]
[soft music]
[panting]
[spits]
[theme music]
[door opens]
Gentlemen.
Middleton and Brewer are dead.
I can report that Charlie will live. He's been very lucky.
Thank you.
Mr. McSween asked me to pass on some news to you, Billy.
It seems they've appointed a new sheriff.
Name's Pat Garrett.
Pat Garrett?
That's what he said. Does that name mean something to you?
It sure does.
I need to speak to him.
I don't think you should ride into Lincoln, Billy.
There's Wanted posters up all over town.
You could be shot on sight.
Then I'll write to him.
[tense music]
[Billy] Dear Pat, been a while.
Congratulations on being made sheriff of Lincoln County.
I always knew you'd make something of yourself.
Look, things have changed since you left and they're gonna try
and bend your ear to their will,
but don't listen to the House.
Don't listen to Murphy or Riley.
Murphy belongs to the Santa Fe ring,
and Riley's just a killer.
They're both crooks.
Lincoln is a cesspit
and what it needs is cleanin' up,
and you're the man to do it
with the help of the Regulators.
[horse neighing]
[Billy] Always your friend, William H. Bonney.
[indistinct chatter]
-[Garrett] Deputy. -[deputy] Mornin', Sheriff.
Whoa, whoa.
Who is this?
His name is Buckshot Roberts.
Recent member of Jesse Evans' gang.
What happened to him?
He said that he could hunt down Billy the Kid on his own.
That's what he told Mr. Riley up at the House.
That he'd hunt The Kid down like an animal and kill him.
Well...
Looks like, maybe, it was the other way round.
[horse neighing]
Did he tell anyone he'd found The Kid's hideaway?
No, I don't think so.
Ah.
We'll just have to keep looking.
Tell Jesse Evans I want to see him right away.
Yes, Sheriff.
And, uh...
find Mr. Roberts' family.
He needs a decent burial.
[horse grunts]
[deputy] Yah.
[indistinct chatter]
Go on.
[tense music]
[indistinct chatter]
[horse neighing]
Mr. Walz. Welcome.
Sir Del Tobosco,
may I introduce you to Mr. Catron?
Of course I know who you are.
It is a pleasure.
May I present to you my wife, Isabella?
How about we go inside? It's damn cold out here.
Of course. Please.
[Antonio] Can I offer you some champagne, Mr. Catron?
No, thank you. I'll take a whiskey.
Whiskey, por favor.
This your family?
Yes. Yes, it is.
I'm guessin' they're all dead, right?
So...
...how can I help you, Mr. Catron? Please.
Are you kiddin' me?
You know who I am?
[footsteps approaching]
I own Catron Bank and Trust.
-Yes, I know. -Well, maybe you don't.
But Mr. Walz is about to tell you. Isn't that right, Mr. Walz?
Yes, indeed.
The fact is, Mr. Del Tobosco,
that over the last two years you have applied for
and been given many substantial loans
from the Catron Bank and Trust.
As a result,
you are in debt now over $100,000.
I don't normally call personally on those in debt
to the bank, Mr. Tobosco,
but for you I have made an exception.
You see, $100,000 is a large amount of money
secured by your property and other interests,
so I'm curious how and when you intend to repay your debt.
You had no need to travel this far to ask me
this question, Mr. Catron.
I could have reassured you a thousand times
for the fact is that I am in the process of cashing in
several investments and selling property in Spain.
Is that right?
[ominous music]
Do you take me for a fool?
What do you mean?
I mean you're lyin'.
I don't buy all this family wealth shit.
There is no family wealth.
And if once there was, it's long gone,
probably spent by and squandered
by all these dead guys around the room.
You think I believe in Spanish gold?
No, of course not.
Your ancient titles and your sense of entitlement
don't impress me one bit.
I'm an American.
We don't do that stuff.
We deal in what's real.
[scoffs]
And you're not real, not to me.
[Walz] So, Mr. Del Tobosco.
Here's your bill to pay.
It's your, um, total borrowings
plus, of course, accumulated interest, plus fees.
And here...
is a letter.
It's a letter from you to the bank
agreeing to repay all monies owed in full
within 28 days,
or forfeit this property.
We expect you to sign it.
28 days?
That is ridiculous.
-No one-- -I advise you to sign it.
Maybe there is some hidden wealth.
If so, now would be the time to find it.
I have no intention of signing your letter.
You're making a very big mistake.
Forgive me, but it is you who is making the mistake.
You have no idea who I am, but I know exactly what you are.
I'm going to ask you to please leave my property.
You're an amusing fellow.
Full of bullshit...
but amusing.
[sinister music]
[chuckling]
[Mr. Catron] Where are my gloves?
[Walz] Hold this.
[door opens and closes]
[grunts]
[sighs]
[knocking at door]
Who is it?
It's me, Jesse.
All right.
[sighs] Gentlemen.
Came in to tell you that town is more or less locked down.
Apart from the McSweens, there's no sign
of any of Tunstall's gunmen or supporters.
And what about The Kid?
He's nowhere to be seen.
After the slaying of Buckshot Roberts,
we found where he and his gang had been hiding out.
Blazer's Mill, been abandoned.
What with the heat on them,
the law at their heels and a price on their head,
they probably quit the territory.
Billy ain't gonna quit.
[knocking]
Jesus Christ! Who's there?
Uh, sorry boss.
Walz just rode in.
Walz.
Fine.
Mr. Walz.
So good to see you.
Gentlemen.
I'm sorry I've come so late.
Mr. Catron asked me in particular
to come and speak to you.
He, um regrets having placed you under
such financial pressure,
but he has an idea that uh, might alleviate it.
Alleviate?
He wants to help you.
Well, all right, then, Mr. Walz. Have a seat.
[Riley laughs]
Shall I pour you a drink?
And I suppose we'll speak in private.
Actually, no. [clears throat]
This idea of Mr. Catron's will involve
Mr. Evans and his friends.
Now please, gentlemen.
Good.
[clearing throat]
So, Antonio Del Tobosco
is an incredibly wealthy Spanish man.
He lives out of town. Keeps his head down.
However, he owes Mr. Catron a lot of money.
And, well...
He's refusing to pay.
Hmm. So?
So... Mr. Catron thinks it's time to collect.
Now Mr. Del Tobosco has a beautiful house
full of treasures, just magnificent horses,
and, um...
Spanish gold.
Now, if you and Jesse here
can take hold of these treasures,
then Mr. Catron is willing to share the benefits
and profit with you and the House.
How does that sound?
Jesse.
Is this something you can do?
You know, I heard something about that Del Tobosco family
from that drunk who runs the hotel.
[Beckwith] Sam Wortley?
Sam Wortley, he told me that Billy had got real friendly
with Del Tobosco's daughter, Dulcinea.
-Said they often rode together. -Hmm.
Figured that he was pretty sweet on her.
Us showing up there might help flush him out
of his hiding hole.
Well...
Jesse, that's just one more good reason
to pay them a visit, ain't it?
[sinister music]
-[indistinct chatter] -[dog barking]
[distant folk music playing]
[knocking]
Mr. McSween.
This is Judge John Wilson, Billy.
[door closes]
It was he who issued the warrant for the arrest
of those responsible for John Tunstall's murder.
Pleasure, sir.
The pleasure is all mine, Mr. Bonney.
We are fighting on the same side and for the same thing.
I know it's dangerous for you all
to come into Lincoln, but it's very important
for you to know that the House is not the only one
with friends in high places.
Indeed not. I have a friend on the Supreme Court.
I have written to him with accounts of fraud,
corruption and murder involving virtually the entire
federal officialdom of New Mexico.
This has produced results.
The administration has designated Frank Warren Angel
as a special agent, charged with investigating
the death of Tunstall and the Lincoln County War
as well as the allegations of corruption against
Governor Axtell, and U.S. District Attorney Catron.
So, after all, there are people on our side?
Of course there are. This is America.
[chuckles] Remind me again the name
of the special investigator.
His name is Frank Warren Angel.
Hmm.
Well...
if the angels got our backs, I don't see how we can lose.
[chuckling]
[tense music]
[horse neighing]
[horse snorts]
What we gonna do?
Well, I guess we'll go down there and we'll...
ask them nicely just to open the gates.
How we gonna do that?
Hey, Fig. Get up here, you fucker.
Don't you think...
Do you reckon I look like our friend Billy Bonney?
[men laughing]
All right, come in hard, boys. [clicks tongue]
Yup, yup, yup!
[Jessie in Spanish]
-[gunshots] -[grunts]
[gunfire]
[groaning]
[indistinct shouting]
Oi!
Up on the roof!
Papa!
Mama!
Papa!
[indistinct shouting]
[gunfire]
[glass shattering]
[man, in English] Come on!
[indistinct shouting]
[in Spanish]
Papa, Papa.
[gunfire]
[panting]
-[gunshot] -[pained grunt]
[indistinct shouting]
Let's go, let's go.
[gunfire]
[pained grunt]
Don't shoot! Wait.
[man] Hold up!
We've been sent by Mr. Catron.
I'm not here to beg you
or to plead with you,
but to ask you...
do not come in my house.
My family are inside.
And if Mr. Catron wants my belongings, everything,
my horses, my cattle, he can have them.
I will sign it all over to him.
You go and tell him that.
But don't cross my threshold.
You have no right.
Well, we're going to do it anyway.
I have armed men inside.
They're not gonna stop us.
Get outta the way, old man.
No.
I said get out of the way.
You're devils.
-You're devils, all of you! -[gunfire]
No, Papa!
[gunfire]
[grunting]
[indistinct shouting]
[gunfire]
[grunting]
-[thudding] -[grunting]
[man grunts]
[gunshot]
[in Spanish]
[breathing shakily]
[men shouting]
[man 1, in English] Over here, boys!
[gun clicking]
-[objects clattering] -[men speaking indistinctly]
[man 1] Did you check that room yet?
[man 2] Everyone done in here! What do ya got?
[objects clattering]
[door creaks]
[men speaking indistinctly]
[suspenseful music]
[gun clicks]
[door creaks]
[gasps]
Whoa. Whoa.
-[Dulcinea breathing shakily] -Shh.
Hey, hey.
I'm not gonna hurt ya.
You're Dulcinea, right?
You're Billy's girl.
I wouldn't hurt Billy's girl.
Billy and I...
we're friends from... from way back.
He's like my own brother.
Don't move.
Put the gun down, Dulcinea.
Please. Listen to me.
I'm not going to hurt you. Please.
[gunshot]
-[breathing shakily] -[Jesse panting]
[suspenseful music]
[gasping]
[man shouting in the distance]
-Ahh! -Shh.
[in Spanish]
[panting]
[gunshot]
[soft music]
[owl hooting]
[knocking at door]
[knocking continues]
[in English] Dulcinea! Are you okay?
[men shouting]
[indistinct chatter]
[in Spanish]
[horse neighing]
Hola.
[in English] Hi, Billy.
I don't know who the gunmen were, but...
I know it was connected to a recent visit
by a man who owns a bank in Santa Fe.
Thomas Catron.
He threatened to make my father bankrupt.
We know all about Catron.
[tense music]
[liquid pouring]
Let's go.
[sighs]
They killed everyone, Billy.
My whole...
-My whole family. -I know.
But you're safe, though, okay?
With me.
I'll protect you, I promise.
And I will avenge your family's death.
I swear it.
One of the gunmen pretended to be you, Billy.
That's how they got into the compound.
He said you were like brothers.
I-I don't know who he was.
I think I know.
[indistinct chatter]
Mornin', Jesse.
Sheriff.
Gentlemen.
[laughing]
Look that way.
Mr. Riley.
Sheriff Garrett, it's good to see you.
Is Murphy around?
Come in.
Major Murphy.
Sheriff Pat Garrett has decided to pay us a visit.
[spits]
Come on in, Sheriff.
Mr. Murphy.
How are you?
All right. Can't complain.
Find it hard to get up out of this chair
to properly greet ya, so...
forgive me if I don't.
Don't worry about that.
Do you drink whiskey, Sheriff Garrett?
Not in the morning.
Aye. Suit yourself.
[ominous music]
Oh, sit down.
[sighs]
Do you remember the first time we met?
Sure do.
Sheriff Brady had just arrested me.
That's right.
Well, I was the one...
who persuaded him to get you off the hook.
Train you up as a lawman.
That was very good of you. I'm grateful.
You've come at a very difficult time, very difficult.
There's a full-scale war going on out there.
So, I understand.
Hmm.
We're fighting for American values here.
You know that, right?
American values against carpetbaggers,
out-of-staters, criminals, murderers.
That is what Mr. Catron led me to believe.
I know you used to ride with Billy.
And now it's...
Now it's your job to hunt them down.
How do you feel about that?
It's my job to administer the law in Lincoln County.
And I hope that you will assist me in that endeavor, Mr. Murphy.
Oh, I will.
Dependin' on what side of the law you're on.
The law doesn't take sides.
Oh, no?
The Kid killed your predecessor right out there on Main Street.
Shot him down in cold blood.
Whose side are you on about that?
I'm on the side of justice.
Well, then,
we're not so different,
are we, Mr. Garrett? Not so different at all.
You and me,
we're partners here,
because that's all we want here in Lincoln, justice.
That's all we want.
And all I want, Sheriff Garrett...
...is nothing more
than to see that Billy the fucking Kid
hanging on the end of a rope.
You get me?
Yeah.
Hmm.
[clears throat]
[spits]
[indistinct chatter]
[horse neighing]
[Dulcinea] Why are all these men here, Billy?
Because we're going to take over the town.
Can you really do that?
Now is the time.
[horse neighing]
The people of Lincoln are tired
of the lawlessness and the chaos.
And the Mexicans are sick of being exploited.
They want change.
Mr. Tunstall tried to give it to 'em,
but... he couldn't.
I intend to succeed.
[men laughing]
You know we're not moving out for a few more days yet.
So, I could move you somewhere safe.
Quiet.
Thank you.
[tense music]
[horse grunts]
Whoa, boy.
[horse neighing]
Billy.
Hola, Manuela.
This is Señorita Dulcinea Del Tobosco.
She needs somewhere safe to hold up for a while.
I'm hopin' she can stay here with you.
Sí, Billy. It's no problem.
[in Spanish]
[in English] Jesse and his gang killed her whole family.
[in Spanish]
[soft music]
[in English] I'm sorry.
What for?
I told you I didn't understand why you needed to go to war.
To become an outlaw again and to risk your life.
I didn't understand, but... now I do.
I was so naive,
but everything has changed.
I am so sorry this happened to you.
I don't want you to die, Billy.
I want us to be together.
I want us to be together for a long time.
That is all I've wanted since the first moment I saw you.
[tense music]
[distant gunfire]
[horses neighing]
[tense music]