Pat Garrett & Billy The Kid Page #2

Bob!

Repent, you son of a b*tch!

Sweet Jesus, I repent.

Leave off, Bob! You've gone loco!

I'm going across the street|and have a drink.

I'm thirsty as hell.

I wanna tell you one last thing|personal, Kid.

It's gonna be a loose rope|and a long drop.

That last thump got my guts going.

I need to go to the outhouse.

My horse locoed on me once|coming back from Pacheco.

I cut the second bar in his mouth|and bleed him.

He died on me,|and I ended up walking 40 miles.

I never was much for walking.

Well, I ain't never walked a mile since.

Fell in with a bunch of Mescaleros.

They was just off the reservation,|and I was "suspicioned" of them.

But I had some biscuit on me.|I give it to them, and they just rode off.

That's a hell of a story, Bell.

You know, I believe old Pat's|lost his sand.

He won't come on a man.

You ought not to talk about him that way.|You and him used to be pretty close.

He ain't the same man.

He signed himself over to Chisum|and every other landowner...

...that's trying to put a fence|around this country.

That's what you been doing, ain't it?

Selling us out and getting fat.

Ain't that easy, Billy.

You was a friend of Carlyle's,|wasn't you, Bell?

You know I was.

I don't mean to be contrary,|but did I ever tell you how he died?

I shot him three times in the back,|blew his goddamn head off.

I don't wanna kill you, Bell.

Well, I sure hope you don't, Billy.

Then just move toward me.

Don't. Don't do it, please.

You wouldn't shoot me in the back, Billy.

- What the hell was that?|- There's been a shooting.

Get in the house!

- My God, he's got a shotgun.|- Somebody get the sheriff!

How does Jesus look to you now, Bob?

Bonney's killed Bell!

Yeah, and he's killed me too.

Keep the change, Bob.

Bring me an ax.

Get back, I don't wanna kill you.

Go over to that livery stable,|get me the best horse you've got.

Caught your horse, Billy.

Try him again.

By God, I think I'm just gonna trade you|that fine brown horse for your buckskin.

What the hell, Billy?

I'll thrown in about $1.60 worth of change|If you can dig it out of old Bob there.

Would some of you people|get him up off the ground and into it?

Anything you say, sheriff.

Hell of a mess, Pat.

Shot Bell and Ollinger and rode on out.

Yeah. Do me up good this time, Zeppy.

And leave the mustache on it.

- Is the boy around?|- Boy.

Speak to Mr. Garrett.

Yes, sir?

I want you to run all the way down|to my house.

Tell Mrs. Garrett that I'm gonna|be home for dinner.

And then I want you to stampede|over to the courthouse...

...find John Neully and the others|standing around there...

...and tell them to come over here|and pay me a visit. Got that?

John Neully, courthouse. Yes, sir.

Who are you?

That's a good question.

I believe you know of me.

Bill Kermit.

Wanted for horse-thieving|down in Seven Rlvers, ain't you?

That'd be me, sheriff.

Killed old C.B. Denning last year|at Sllver Clty...

...for calling you at cheating at Monte.

That'd be me. Alamosa Bill.

Well, Bill, I'm gonna make you|my deputy.

Listen, Bill, why don't you go out back...

...find us a couple of steaks|and a mess of eggs.

And get one of them good bottles|they got behind the bar there.

I wanna have me a bath.

It should take you about two weeks|to make the circle.

Yeah.

- They say William Bonney's escaped.|- He has.

And he's in Mexico, I hope.

Where we should be if I had any sense.

If not...

...I'll go after him.|Got too much riding on it not to.

I figure that's why they elected me.

Anyways, I don't give a damn.

Brought him in once, I can do it again...

...lf I have to.

You might say that|you are glad to see me.

It's been over a week you've been gone.

I'm sorry.

I gotta go down to the saloon,|there's a...

...drunk down there causing a lot of trouble.|Goes by the name of Alamosa Bill.

Said he rode with the Kid|down in west Texas.

Will you be blessing this house|with your presence for dinner?

Looks like it's gonna be a long night.

- It's been a long year.|- Not now.

My people don't talk to me.

They say you are getting to be too much|of a gringo since you've been sheriff.

That you make deals wlth Chisum.

You don't touch me.

You are dead inside.

- I wish you'd never put on that badge.|- Not now.

Or I won't be here when you get back!

We'll deal with this...

...when it's over.

I hope he gets away.

Well, he won't.

There's too much play in him.

And not enough in you.

You're late, Pat.

More cognac, please.

- Good of you to come, sheriff.|- Thank you, Your Honor.

- It's a pleasure to see you.|- Thank you, sir.

May I offer you some supper?

Oh, no. No, I think I might have|a little of that brandy, though.

Of course. Some brandy.

I do hope you enjoy|these rainy New Mexican evenings.

They have a fabulous melancholy|to them.

They bring us closer|to some greater design.

At least I hope so.

Allow me to introduce|Mr. Lewellyn Howland.

And this man Is Norris.

These gentlemen are very concerned|about the escape of William Bonney.

- A concern I'm sure you also share.|- He escaped from my jail.

Exactly.

This territory Is vast and primitive.

There Is money here, growing investments|and political interests.

We must protect these investments...

...so that the area can continue|to prosper and grow.

- I believe you rode with the Kid, didn't you?|- I did.

- Then you must be aware of his moves.|- Well, I know Billy.

- And he ain't exactly predictable.|- Oh, come now, sheriff.

For a man who's half outlaw himself|and still smart enough...

...to be elected sheriff by Chisum and|the big ranchers, I expect better than that.

Can you bring him in,|or should we look elsewhere?

Oh, I can bring him in.

If you and the big peckerheads don't mess|things up by starting another cattle war.

I assure you, Chisum and the others have|been advised to recognize their position.

And in this particular game,|there are only a few plays left.

I'd advise you to grab on to a winning hand|while you have a chance.

We're offering a reward of $1000|for the Kid's capture.

You can have 500 now.

Well, I aim to bring the Kid in.

But until I do...

...better take your $500|and shove it up your ass and set fire to it.

Commendable notion, sheriff.

Eno.

Well, now.

I'm gonna blow the top of your|cow-humping head off, you son of a b*tch.

How's it going, Luke?

You are a son of a b*tch.

I thought they's getting ready|to trim you.

There's a whole bunch of us|just fixing to ride in.

Well, I saved you all a trip.

Or somebody did.

I figured I'd lay back a few days.|Maybe more.

Well, it sure Is pleasurable|seeing you back again, Kid.

- You glad I'm back?|- Welcome home, Billy.

And did you miss me?

So much you had to take up|with that low-down piece, old Hyatt.

Cmo ests, Silva?

Buenos dias, Billy.

Now, you're uglier than me.|How's it going, Beaver?

Eno, I thought you boys would be out|In the Nueces or Colorado by now.

Well, I figured to watch you get stretched|but might have knowed you'd show up.

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