Pat Garrett & Billy The Kid Page #4

- Have you ever been to California?|- Not yet.

I ain't either.

But they're sure pushing on me|to go somewhere.

Yeah, your leaving would sure|give Garrett some size.

I reckon he's given me|about all the time he can.

Mexico might not be bad|for a couple of months.

Depends on who you are.

I reckon.

There's a lot of us who'd ride with you.

Mexico won't be so bad|for a few months.

I guess that depends who you are.

But if I was y'all...

...I'd be clearing out of here.

Gonna be some hard times|coming down.

Remember me to whoever rides by.

Boy, get some water for these horses.

- All right about the goddamn...|- Hello there, Lemuel.

Well, if it ain't the limb|of the law, Patrick J. Garrett.

Your booze is under the bar,|where I always keep it.

Shake it up, it's got a little oil on it.

That's the fairest drink of whiskey|you'll ever throw lip over, boy.

Know you around these parts?

I ain't ever rode through here before.

Don't seem the best way|to be tracking a man down.

They're already talking about you|in Lincoln.

I calculate you ain't been there|in more than seven weeks.

Well, when I want somebody|to keep time for me, I'll ask you.

I'll stay here the night.

You take that trail east, then south.|I'll pick you up in Roswell. Five days...

...six at the most.

You might be able to find something|out there alone.

Are you getting tired, Garrett?

Looks like you only got|a couple more days left in you.

Yeah, well... adis.

You want yourself a woman?

One come in here from Albuquerque,|run a cathouse over there. Name is Bertha.

Got an ass on her like a $40 cow, and a tit.

I'd like to see that thing filled|full of tequila.

Say, you know something,|you can't beat that, can you?

Howdy, ma'am.

Mr. Horrell.

- Hey, Tommy.|- Billy.

Didn't think we'd be getting to see you.

I felt obliged to come and pay my respects|before moving on.

Sit down, Bill.

You picked a fine time to come, Billy.

I sure never figured on you|taking on the badge.

Didn't figure on it myself.|I was just in town being sociable.

Rode in from Seven Rivers|to watch you hang.

- Garrett swore me in when you lit out.|- Won't be having no ill talk at my table.

Fill yourself, Billy.

Another fried pie?

Don't mind if I do.

Never tasted anything so good.

Thank you, ma'am.

Billy?

Tomato.

I don't suppose you ran into|old Pat, did you, Billy?

Can't say I did.

He'll track you down, Billy, and get you.

Pat Garrett's got more sand than most.

Yeah, I'm outlawed, for sure.

Old Alamosa here will see to that.

It wasn't long ago, I was the law,|riding for Chisum.

And old Pat was an outlaw.

The law is a funny thing, ain't it?

Well, we best get to it.

Just got through putting up|that new cottonwood door.

Used the old one for my son, John.

He got into a shooting with Olin Carroll.

He's buried out yonder there.

I'm sorry to hear that, Mr. Horrell.

John was a good hand.

Couldn't shoot, though.

Harley, you and Lee give me a hand|with this door.

I don't suppose there's any other|way we could work this out?

Well, let's get to it.

Ten steps?

Suits me.

You count them.

You ain't thought of another way,|have you?

No, I can't come up with nothing.

Get to it.

One, two, three, four, five...

...six, seven, eight...

That wasn't 10, hoss.

I never could count.

At least I'll be remembered.

Howdy, old-timer.

You're wasting the best part of your day.

Hello, Holly.

- Bit off your graze, ain't you?|- A bit.

Hell, everybody knows|he's looking for the Kid.

Everybody knows the Kid|ain't in this territory.

Nobody's seen him.

Maybe he be outside there.|I wish he'd come get a drink.

Get himself a drink?

Yeah. Well, I had mine.

No need to run off, Holly.

He ain't out there, Pat.

You boys shuck them gun belts.|Let them lay where they fall.

- You boys carrying wages?|- What kind of wages do you mean?

Well, any kind of wages.|Thought maybe we'd just have a few...

...sociable hands.

Ain't no harm in being sociable.

Ain't no harm in being sociable.

Boy...

...go over there to Lemuel|and get that shotgun...

...he's got his fingers wrapped around|and bring it over to me, stock first.

Do it!

It ain't no use, you getting mad.|I wasn't set on using that.

But those boys have been|patronizing me real well.

No use getting him mad, old Pat.|We been patronizing him real well.

Now, I want you to stand over|behind breed here.

I want you to take the stock of that gun and|rap him smartly on the back of the head.

You do it, or this bullet|that's going through his chest...

...is liable to come out the other side|and tickle your private parts.

Private parts?

- Lemuel.|- Yeah?

I want you to drag your fat ass over here|so we can all see you.

You're crazier than a mule-humping goat.

Sitting there with all that law crammed|inside of you, busting to get out.

I wouldn't give a sweet jerk in hell|if the Kid did lay you out.

You used to be just like a daddy|to that boy.

Boy.

Come over here.

I want you to take Lemuel's hat|and stuff it down over his eyes, gentle-like.

Those eyes ain't seen nothing but bad|since he's been in this territory.

And I'm looking right smack-dab at it.

Now, I want you to go over there|to that shelf of airtights...

...and give us a nice read,|loud enough for us all to hear.

Let's hear it!

"Beans. Beans.

Spinach.

Eastern plums.

Beans. Beef stew. Salmon."

- Two is a better game.|- "Pears."

Listen, Pat, we haven't done nothing.

All we did was come in|and wet ourselves down.

- "Spinach."|- Take it right from the bottle, Holly.

"Beef stew."

No need to stand on manners|around here.

No, no, no.|Go ahead, have another one there.

"Climax tobacco."

Just keep on going there.

"AMK fine quality tomatoes."

He's trying to drown you. That's what.|Trying to get his bark back on him.

Thinks it's going to make him young,|like the Kid.

"AMK salmon.

Beans. Spinach and beans.

Baked beans.

Beans."

- Boy, this sure lights up and kill you.|- "Baked beans.

Beans."

"Quality."

"Quality."

"Beef stew."

Tell me, Pat.

Are you afraid to take it|to the Kid, or what?

Ever since you and the Kid|have been together...

...you've just been a little short|of supplies, you know what I mean?

"Lima beans."

Oh, hell.

I don't care about either one of you.

"Lard. Quality... Quality salmon."

"Plums. Beans. Tomatoes."

You just made me have a bowel|movement in my britches, Garrett.

I ain't gonna never forgive you for this.

"Succotash. Beets.

Spinach."

Boy.

When you see Billy...

...tell him we had a little drink together.

No!

No!

No. No.

It's ready.

Jesus Christ!

You working for Chisum?

Yeah. We're working for him.

Hello, Paco.

I will tell you about a house|that I want to build.

No, not here.

For us, amigo.

It will be on the other side.

In old Mex.

I will sell my sheep.

And I will build the adobe bridge myself.

You know, Billy...

...I'll put a vine...

...a grapevine out on the veranda...

...and I will have three chairs...

...and I will sit in the middle one.

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