Pat Garrett & Billy The Kid Page #3

Good thing somebody did.

These four rode in here this morning.

What's your name, boy?

- Alias.|- Alias what?

Alias anything you please.

What do we call you?

Alias.

- Hell, let's call hlm Alias.|- That's what I'd do.

Alias it Is.

Thank you.

My, my.

You boys hungry?

- I didn't catch your name.|- I didn't give it out.

Well, I guess that's why I didn't catch it.

But I know yours.

And that's enough.

Hey, Silva. Do you remember that meeting|with John Jones...

...and that old man they called|U.S. Christmas, down near El Rito?

- That old man they called U.S. Christmas?|- Rlght. See?

Seems John stepped on one of U.S.'s|boots one night they was both in town.

Old U.S., he'd been out hunting buffalo|for six months.

Now, he was mean and testy|and damn near blind drunk.

He had on a pair of these flat-heeled,|about half-length Wellington boots.

Them boots was the only thing he owned|he put any store in.

And John stepped on one of them.

That old man just stepped back and said:

"Let's get to it."

So John said to U. S:

"If you're gonna get that riled...

...over a pair of foreign,|lady-looking boots...

...we just might as well|get the ball rolling."

So they went in the middle|of the street.

And they took the 10 steps.

And John put three holes|right through that old man's chest.

I must have known them|from somewhere.

It's too soon for bounty hunters.

Alias?

What the hell?

Garrett?

I thought you was in Lincoln.

- What the hell you doing?

... hell you doing?

- You get your ass over there, Gate.

Howdy, Cullen.

How do you do, yourself?

What are you doing|with that piece of sheep dip?

I'd like to blow his thieving head off|just for riding through my town.

I ain't paid nobody no never mind.|Been staying in my own good hole.

Fact Is, I'm thinking about|going to Texas.

Kid broke out.

Killed Ollinger and Bell.

I thought maybe Gate and some of the boys|might have a sign on him.

Well, I still want him for that train robbery|up at Springer.

Gate's been holed up outside of town here|with Black Harris and Sut Cole, that bunch.

Been meaning to roust them|out of here...

...but somehow or other|I just can't get around to it.

I don't know nothing about the boys,|I don't know nothing about the Kid.

Understand you've been riding for Chisum.

I'd rather be on the outside of the law...

...than packing a badge for that town of|Lincoln and them that's a-running it.

It's a job.

Comes an age in a man's life when...

...he don't wanna spend time|figuring what comes next.

Well, it's gonna cost you some change.

I got to the point where|I don't do nothing for nobody...

...unless there's a piece of gold|attached to it.

One of these days,|when I get my boat built...

...I'm gonna drift out of|this damn territory.

This town's got no hat size nohow.

Mama?

Where'd you put my badge?

I don't like it, Cullen.

This town Is not worth it.

Tell you the truth, Mama,|I don't take a shine to it myself.

Anytime you're ready.

Company's coming.

Sheriff Baker.

Hey, Black Harris!

I wanna talk to you!

Whoa, boys.

Black.

I ain't seen the Kid,|If that's what you're sniffing after.

But if it's straight-up one-to-one you want,|then I'm your man.

I'm looking for sign, Black.

Us old boys ought not to be doing this|to each other.

Ain't that many of us left.

Remember?|You and me rode into this county together.

How long ago was that, Pat?

Oh, hell, about 15 years ago.

Pat, I know where the Kid's at.

I'll tell you...

...when you're lying proper|on the ground.

It'll be the last words you ever hear.

Hey, look at that. Look at them turkeys.

Hey, hold them critters, Silva.

Go on, kid, let's get them.

Watch this.

Get in there. Watch this.

Come on, Billy.

- Get out of the way, you son of a b*tch.|- Grab him!

Move, Billy.

That's the way. Do it!

Got mine.

Both hands, man.

- What you got there?|- I got me a turkey.

Let me see that bird.

Oh, I could have roped four or five|of them in if it wasn't for you.

Them is Mr. Chisum's cattle.

And this is Chisum's land.

- Where you going with it, Silva?

- Get your rifle.

You'll make a good living cow-thieving.

Give him a good laugh.

You want some coffee?

I could use some.

Name is Poe.

John W. Poe out of Fort Griffin, Texas.

Maybe you saw me last month|in Santa Fe at Governor Wallace's.

The governor made me a deputy.|I figure he probably told you.

Already got me a deputy.

Two's better than one.

I answer only to the governor,|Mr. Norris and Mr. Howland.

I heard talk on the trail|the Kid's in Mexico.

Don't figure to me.

Most likely, he's trying to get|his old bunch together again.

- Which way we going?|- I'm going southwest.

That would be the Chisum ranch.

Chisum is a fine man.

Country's gotta make a choice.

Time's over for drifters and outlaws|and those who got no backbone.

I'm gonna tell you this once.

I don't wanna have to say it again.

This country's getting old,|I aim to get old with it.

Now, the Kid don't want it that way.

He might be a better man for it.|I ain't judging.

But I don't want you explaining|nothing to me.

And I don't want you saying nothing about|the Kid and nobody else in my damn county.

Garrett to see you, Mr. Chisum.

- All right. Somebody else try him.|- Yes, sir, Mr. Chisum.

Mescaleros stole 40 head of horses|last week.

Yeah, I heard they was|off the reservation.

And Bonney tried to steal a few head|a couple of weeks ago.

Well, he says you owe him|$500 back salary.

He rode for me.|I treated him just like any other man.

Sheriff, tell me something.|Why did you ride all the way out here?

- We thought maybe you'd heard something.|- I'll tell you what I heard.

Billy the Kid is in Tascosa.|Billy the Kid is in Tombstone.

Billy the Kid is in Mexico, Tularosa,|Socorro, White Oaks.

And Billy the Kid is at my table|right at this moment...

...eating tacos and green chili peppers|with my niece, just like old times.

- You staying for supper?|- No, thanks.

Mr. Poe?

I... Yeah, yes, I could eat.

Fine. Bunkhouse is right behind|the large barn.

Men usually eat|when the cook lets them.

Interesting meeting you, Mr. Poe.|Perhaps I'll see you again some time.

Glad to be of service, Garrett.

But don't overuse it.

I appreciate the loan.

You gonna get him?

My friend.

Buena suerte until I see you.

Come to Mexico, Billy.

People know you're here.

I say this as a friend.

In old Mex he ain't gonna be nothing|but another drunken gringo...

...shitting out chili peppers|and waiting for nothing.

It's got a good edge.

There's a lot of land between here|and the border.

And it's all Chisum's.

Better keep those sheep moving,|or they're gonna end up on his table.

I have no quarrel with Chisum.

It is an old war that is over.

Let him alone...

...and he will let you alone.

Don't you believe it, my friend.

I must believe it.

Adis, Paco.

You could leave, you could live in Mexico.

- Could you?|- Yeah.

I could live anywhere.

I could leave anywhere too.

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