Young Guns II Page #2

MOVE IN!

ALL RIGHT!

GO AROUND BACK!

AH!

KEEP IT DOWN!

SERGEANT TURNER!

[SPEAKING SPANISH]

AH! AH! AH! AH! AH!

RIDE, LITTLE CASINO.

COME ON!

GIT, GIT, GIT! WOO!

[GUNSHOTS]

GO, BILLY!

YOUR EXCELLENCY...

IT'S HIM.

HE'S HERE.

WELL, SHOW HIM IN.

HI.

MR. BONNEY?

I APPRECIATE:

YOUR GOOD FAITH.

WHO ARE YOU?

I'M GOVERNOR LEW WALLACE.

EXTRAORDINARY.

I WAS EXPECTING A RATHER ROUGH

AND OLDER FELLOW,

NOT SO SMOOTH OF FACE.

COGNAC, MR. BONNEY?

UH-UH.

WELL, THEN. TO THE POINT.

THE VARIOUS CRIMES COMMITTED

DURING THE LINCOLN CATTLE WAR--

EXCUSE ME, SIR.

IT WAS NO CATTLE WAR.

IT WAS A MERCHANT WAR,

THEY KILLED MY EMPLOYER,

MR. TUNSTALL,

AND I MADE WAR.

THOSE MEN THAT KILLED

YOUR EMPLOYER,

THE GROUP THAT EVADED

THE REVENGE:

OF YOUR SO-CALLED

REGULATORS,

THEY'VE BECOME

A RATHER ROUGH BUNCH

SINCE THIS MERCHANTS' WAR,

CUTTING:

PROMINENT RANCHERS' HERDS

LIKE JOHN CHISUM'S.

YES, SIR. THEY HAVE.

AND YOU HAVE, TOO.

HOWEVER...

YOU'RE ONE,

AND THE MURPHY-DOLAN RUSTLERS

ARE MANY.

IF YOU CAN TESTIFY

AGAINST WHAT YOU SAW

IN YOUR LITTLE WAR,

I CAN THEN ELIMINATE

THE MANY.

WELL...

WHAT ABOUT THE ONE?

MY TERMS ARE SIMPLE--

YOUR TESTIMONY AGAINST THOSE

WHO MURDERED YOUR EMPLOYER

IN EXCHANGE FOR LENIENCY.

NO.

MY TESTIMONY IN EXCHANGE

FOR A FULL PARDON.

WELL,

I'M AFRAID THAT'S--

I TESTIFY,

AND I RIDE OUT OF LINCOLN

A FREE MAN.

IF NOT,

I RIDE OUT OF LINCOLN NOW.

ANY OF YOUR BOYS

TRY TO FOLLOW ME,

THEY'LL WIND UP

IN A PINE BOX.

IF YOU:

WERE GIVEN PARDON,

YOU WOULD LEAVE:

NEW MEXICO,

NEVER TO RETURN?

YOU GO ON THE STAND

AND HELP ME HANG

AND I'LL GIVE YOU

PARDON.

HA HA HA HA!

OF COURSE,

THE MURPHY BOYS WILL SHOOT YOU

DEAD AS A MANGY DOG

IN THE STREET.

SO WE'LL ARREST YOU,

A STAGED ARRES FOR YOUR OWN PROTECTION

BEFORE THE TRIAL.

BUT THAT'S FOR YOU

TO DECIDE.

CAN I HAVE:

SOME OF THAT CAKE?

PENDLETON.

UH-UH, PENDLETON.

UH-UH.

THE, UH...

THE WHITE CAKE:

WITH THE SWEET FROST.

SO...

SHALL WE PROCLAIM

OUR SECRET PARLEY

A SUCCESS?

IT'S A DEAL.

WHEN THE NECK IS BROKEN,

THERE'S ONLY A SHARP PAIN, FAST.

THEN IF THE OTHER PLACE

ACCEPTS YOU,

THE SPIRIT HORSE COMES.

IT TAKES YOU THERE

TO THE OTHER SIDE.

SO DON'T WORRY TOO MUCH.

WHEN YOU DIE, YOU'RE GONNA SEE

THE SPIRIT HORSE.

SHE'LL COME FOR YOU,

MY FRIEND.

GREAT. LET ME TELL YOU

SOMETHING, CHAVEZ.

I DON'T REALLY WANT TO CATCH

A SPIRIT HORSE.

I DON'T EVEN WANT TO SEE

THE OTHER SIDE.

I SURE AS HELL DON'T WANNA

HAVE MY NECK BROKE

THROUGH A SHARP, QUICK PAIN.

THE ONLY THING:

I REALLY WANT TO DO

IS GET THE HELL:

OUT OF HERE.

ME, TOO.

[APPLAUSE]

WELL DONE, WILLIAM.

SPLENDID PERFORMANCE.

HOWEVER, THERE ARE

THREE CANDLES LEF

AND ONLY TWO BULLETS.

[GUNSHOT]

SPLENDID, SPLENDID!

WHAT DID I SAY?

DIDN'T I TELL YOU?

MR. BONNEY...

DISTRICT ATTORNEY RYNERSON'S

HERE TO SEE YOU.

THE GOVERNOR:

THINKS IT'S BES

IF YOU HAVE:

YOUR RESTRAINTS ON.

HEY, SHERIFF?

CAN YOU BRING THA FIDDLE PLAYER IN AGAIN?

HE WAS QUITE GOOD.

HOW ABOUT SOME MORE CAKE

WHEN YOU GET A CHANCE?

AND IT'S GETTING

A LITTLE NIPPY IN HERE.

COULD YOU STOKE UP

THAT FIRE?

THANKS, GEORGE.

YES, SIR.

I WAS STARTING TO GROW FOND

OF PRISON LIFE.

TOP OF THE MORNING

TO YOU, MR. BONNEY.

FINALLY IN CHAINS,

ARE YOU?

STILL TRYING TO:

KEEP UP YOUR GAME?

WELL,

WE'LL BE SEEING YOU

ON THE FLOOR:

OF THE COURTS VERY SOON.

I AIN'T BEING TRIED.

I'M TESTIFYING AGAINST DOLAN

AND ALL THE OTHER SWINE

WHO KILLED MY FRIEND

JOHN TUNSTALL. YES, SIR.

ARE THE BLOODY C*CKS

STILL RUNNING THE COOP?

AH, TO BE SURE.

THAT'S RIGHT.

HA HA HA!

HMM.

WHO GIVES TESTIMONY

IS STRICTLY:

WITHIN THE DISCRETION

OF THE PROSECUTING

ATTORNEY,

WHO HAPPENS TO BE ME,

WHO HAPPENS TO THINK

NOT A BLOODY CHANCE

IN THE PIT OF HADES.

UGH!

YOU CAN'T BLUFF ME.

NO.

I'LL CHARGE YOU,

SENTENCE YOU.

I WILLHANG YOU...

BUT I'D NEVER

BLUFF YOU.

SEE FOR YOURSELF.

THE GOVERNOR'S ON HIS WAY

BACK TO SANTA FE NOW.

PARDON BILLY THE KID!

IMPOSSIBLE!

I SHOULD HAVE DUSTED

HIS EXCELLENCY'S REGAL ASS

WHEN I HAD THE CHANCE.

HE DIDN'T EXACTLY

LIE TO ME.

HE JUST DIDN'T HAVE THE POWER

AGAINST THE IRISH POLITICIANS

WHO WERE STILL RUNNING

LINCOLN COUNTY.

GOOD DAY, MR. BONNEY.

GOOD DAY, MR. DUNG PILE.

HA HA HA!

AIN'T THAT A BEAUT?

HA HA HA!

ANOTHER HISTORICAL

AND BIOLOGICAL FAC

WAS THA I HAD SMALL HANDS

AND BIG WRISTS.

AND THAT HAS SAVED MY LIFE

MORE TIMES:

THAN COLONEL COLT'S EQUALIZER.

LOOKS LIKE IT'S GETTING

NEAR TO SUPPER TIME.

YOU BOYS HUNGRY?

I GOT TWO LOTS:

OF NEWS FOR YOU--

GOOD AND BAD.

I'LL GIVE YOU

THE BAD NEWS FIRST.

ALL WE GOT FOR SUPPER

IS HORSESHIT.

HA HA HA HA!

WHAT THE HELL'S

THE GOOD NEWS?

Scurlock:

THERE'S TONS OF IT.

THE WORLD HATES:

A SMART MOUTH, SCURLOCK.

OF COURSE, YOU'RE GOING

TO REALIZE THAT TOMORROW

WHEN YOU SWING:

FROM THAT GALLOWS.

HEE HEE!

THAT'S IF THE LYNCH MOB

DON'T COME FOR YOU FIRST,

WHICH I HEAR TELL

THEY INTEND TO DO.

LET ME KNOW:

IF YOU BOYS WANT SOME DESSERT.

HA HA HA HA!

[WOMAN LAUGHING]

HOWDY, BELL.

EVENING.

HOWDY, BOYS.

HEE HEE HEE!

IF THEY STICK THEIR

FINGERS UP AGAIN,

I'LL BLOW THEM OFF

LIKE I DID YOURS,

EH, MOFFAT?

IF THERE WAS ONE THING

AN OUTLAW FEARED

IN THE NEW MEXICO TERRITORY,

IT WAS LYNCH-MOB JUSTICE.

RIGHT ON TIME.

WITH NO PATIENCE FOR COURTS

AND TRIALS,

THEY DID I THEIR OWN WAY,

AND THERE:

WAS NO STOPPING THEM,

MAINLY 'CAUSE

THE SO-CALLED LAW...

HOWDY.

HAD NO DAMN INTENTIONS

OF STOPPING THEM.

YOU'RE A BIT LATE.

VIGILANTES!

JEEZ! IT'S THE LYNCH MOB!

KID'S ESCAPED,

THE LITTLE WEASEL.

OH, I'M SURE HE DID,

MISTER.

SEE FOR YOURSELF.

OPEN THE PIT.

GET OUT OF THE WAY!

NO BILLY THE KID

IN THERE.

IT'S TRUE! HE'S GONE!

WE MIGH AS WELL GO.

WE GOT SOME OF HIS

REGULATORS THERE--

THE INDIAN:

AND TENDERFOO:

RODE WITH THE KID

ON THE TUNSTALL-

McSWEEN SIDE.

HOW'D THEY BE?

AW, SH*T.

THEY'LL HAVE TO DO.

BRING THEM UP.

[YELLING]

HA HA HA HA!

PICK YOUR TREE, BREED.

STOP!

I ORDER YOU AS A PEACE OFFICER

OF LINCOLN COUNTY!

HA HA HA HA!

GENTLEMEN, I'M A SCHOOLTEACHER

FROM THE CITY OF NEW YORK,

AND THE BREED BACK THERE,

WELL, HE'S MY GUIDE,

AND I BELIEVE YOU'RE ABOU TO MAKE AN ENORMOUS ERROR.

WE KNOW YOU RODE

WITH THE BOY- DEVIL,

AND YOU'RE GONNA

HANG FOR IT.

I SWEAR TO YOU. I NEVER

EVEN LAID EYES ON HIM.

I WAS A SCHOOLTEACHER

FROM THE CITY OF NEW YORK!

"I'M A SCHOOLTEACHER

FROM THE ClTY OF NEW YORK!"

HA HA HA!

HOWDY, DOC.

HOW ARE YOUR DRAWERS?

NICE TO SEE YOU:

AGAIN, BILLY.

IT'S THE KID!

COME ON!

LET'S GET OUT!

JESUS! YOU SURE GO A LOT OF BOYS

RIDING WITH YOU:

THESE DAYS.

THEM AIN'T MY BOYS.

IT'S THE REAL LYNCH MOB!

LET'S GET OUT!

HA! HA!

[GUNSHOTS]

YAH!

YAH YAH!

YAH! GIT, GIT, GIT!

WOO!

WOO!

YAH! YAH!

LOOK OUT!

WHERE'D THEY GO?

I DON'T KNOW.

THEY WENT OVER THAT WAY!

HEE HEE HA!

WOO!

UGH!

[CLICK]

UH!

YAAAH!

I THINK:

WE'VE GOT HIM!

AH!

HEY! HEY!

HURRY!

WE GOTTA GET OUT OF HERE!

COME ON!

[GUNSHOTS]

HOLD STILL NOW.

GOT THIS BUCKSHOT INFECTION

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