Young Guns II Page #6

AAH!

YAH!

WHOA!

ASSAY! ASSAY!

ASSAY! ASSAY!

ASSAY!

AAAH!

WHOA!

AAAH!

AAAH!

WHEW!

WHOA!

UGH!

LET'S GO! HEYAH!

COME ON!

JESUS CHRIST!

EVEN THEIR HORSES

ARE CRAZY.

AAAH!

HEY!

HAH!

IT'S ALL RIGHT.

WE GOT TIME.

WE'LL GO BACK

THROUGH THE ARROYO.

WELL, THAT'S CONVENIENT,

AIN'T IT?

PARDON ME?

THE KID'LL BE LONG GONE.

MAYBE THAT'S WHA YOU WANT, PAT.

WHAT I WAN IS FOR YOU TO CORK

YOUR GOD DAMN:

GOVERNMENT MOUTH,

AND THE NEXT TIME

YOU ADDRESS ME COMMON,

I WILL PUT YOU ON

YOUR PRISSY LITTLE ASS.

SWEET MARY'S ASS!

HOW THE HELL DID YOU

GET THEM TO DO THAT?

WHAT'S THAT MEAN

ANYWAY? ASSAY, ASSAY?

IT'S AN ANCIEN NAVAHO WORD.

IT MEANS STOP.

STOP?

YAH! YAH!

WHEN WE GET TO THE TOP

OF THIS BLUFF,

WE'LL HAVE A CLEAR VIEW

OF THE NACHITA RIVER.

WE'LL SELL

THE HORSES OFF,

AND THEN WE'LL TAKE A SKIFF

DOWNRIVER INTO MEXICO.

HEY, TOMMY,

LAST ONE UP THE HILL'S

A THREE-LEGGED DOG!

WHOO!

YAY!

BILLY!

IS THIS OLD MEXICO?

NO.

IT'S GARRETT!

GET DOWN, TOM!

I GOT HIM.

UHH! UHH! UHH!

Oh, my God.

YOU SHOT ME.

YOU REALLY SHOT ME.

TAKE YOUR MEDICINE, SON.

WELL,

IT'S A START.

[SINGING IN NAVAHO LANGUAGE]

I SPENT A LOT OF NIGHTS

IN THIS CABIN:

AFTER THE LINCOLN WAR.

TRIED TO PU ANOTHER OUTFIT TOGETHER,

BUT IT WAS NEVER THE SAME.

WHEN YOU BOYS CAME BACK,

I FELT LIKE THERE WAS NOTHING

I WOULDN'T DO

TO KEEP THE GANG TOGETHER,

KEEP RIDING.

WHAT ARE YOU SAYING,

CHIVATO?

YOU KNOW WHA THE MEXICAN BLACKBIRD IS?

A BROKEN TRAIL THA LEADS TO OLD MEXICO.

IT'S A HALF-BLACK,

HALF-MEXICAN WHORE

UP IN PUERTO DE LUNA.

SO YOU MEAN...

YOU NAMED THE TRAIL

AFTER HER, RIGHT?

THERE IS NO TRAIL,

IS THERE, BILLY?

IS THERE?

WHAT ABOUT OLD MEXICO?

YOU PROMISED US.

I'D BE JUST ANOTHER

GRINGO IN OLD MEXICO.

IT'S THE SAME

AS BEING DEAD.

WHAT ABOUT TOMMY?

YOU SON OF A B*TCH!

YOU'RE STARTING TO BELIEVE

WHAT THEY'RE WRITING ABOUT YOU,

AREN'T YOU?

LET ME TELL YOU:

WHAT YOU REALLY ARE.

YOU RODE A 15-YEAR-OLD BOY

STRAIGHT INTO HIS GRAVE...

AND THE REST OF US

STRAIGHT TO HELL.

STRAIGHT TO HELL.

YOU, BONNEY...

YOU ARE NOT A GOD.

WHY DON'T YOU PULL

THE TRIGGER AND FIND OUT?

I GOT TO GET BACK HOME.

UGH!

DOC!

WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?

WE'RE NOT IN POSITION YET!

THEY KILLED HIM!

THAT BASTARD KILLED YOU!

GET UP, DOC!

COME ON. GET UP!

YOU LEAVE HIM ALONE!

HE'S A DEAD MAN!

THEY'RE STARTING TO SURROUND US.

WE GOT TO SKIN OUT OF HERE!

PAT!

WE GOT TO:

MAKE A BREAK.

DON'T LOOK AT THIS.

LOOK UP.

SO WHO'S GOING TO

BUST OUT FIRST?

HENDRY WILLIAM FRENCH,

YOU NEVER KILLED NOBODY.

THEY AIN'T GONNA

SHOOT AT YOU.

GO TO HELL!

THEY SHOT TOMMY!

SOMEBODY'S

GOTTA DO IT!

THERE MUST BE AT LEAS

GET ME UP.

DAVE...

IT'S YOUR GANG.

WHAT?

IT'S YOUR GANG.

YOU LEAD US OUT.

IT AIN'T MY GANG!

IT'S YOUR GANG!

IT'S ALWAYS BEEN

YOUR GANG.

DON'T CROSS ME, DAVE.

BILLY!

LET'S FINISH THE GAME.

AAAAH!

GO! GO!

COME ON, CHAVEZ! GO!

AAAH!

AAH!

WHAT THE HELL DID

YOU DO THAT FOR?

PAT!

YOU SON OF A B*TCH!

YOU KILLED A BOY!

AAAH!

AND YOU KILLED DOC!

YOU KNEW HIM!

CHAVEZ IS BACK THERE!

FORGET ABOUT HIM.

HE'S BUZZARD MEAT.

COME ON!

THEY ALL ARE!

IT'S JUST YOU

AND ME, FARM BOY!

WE GOT TO HEAD:

FOR THE BORDER.

SH*T.

AAH!

AAAH!

HIYAH!

OH!

AAAH!

AAAH!

[GUNS COCKING]

IT IS THEREFORE CONSIDERED

BY THE COURT HERE

THAT SAID DEFENDAN WILLIAM H. BONNEY--

ALIAS KID,

ALIAS WILLIAM ANTRIM,

ALIAS HENRY McCARTY--

BE CONFINED IN PRISON

IN SAID LINCOLN COUNTY

BY THE SHERIFF:

OF SUCH COUNTY:

UNTIL ON THE DAY AFORESAID

HE BE TAKEN FROM SUCH PRISON

TO A SUITABLE AND CONVENIEN PLACE OF EXECUTION

WITHIN SAID COUNTY,

AND THERE BE HANGED

BY THE NECK:

TILL HE BE DEAD, DEAD, DEAD.

NOW, DO YOU HAVE

ANYTHING TO SAY, YOUNG MAN?

YES, YOUR HONOR, I DO.

AHEM.

YOU CAN GO TO HELL,

HELL, HELL.

[GAVEL BANGS]

HA HA HA HA!

I GOT 18 DIMES

IN EACH BARREL, BOY.

YOU EVER SEE WHAT $1.8O CAN DO

TO A $4O.OO STEER,

LET ALONE A CHEAP LITTLE CROOK

LIKE YOURSELF?

PLTHTH!

YOU JUS TAUNT ME AGAIN, BOY.

THAT'S ALL I'M ASKING.

JUST TAUNT ME AGAIN.

I WANT TO TALK:

TO GARRETT.

HE'S IN MESILLA.

GOT A BIG INTERVIEW

AND A TINTYPE:

WITH THEINDEPENDENT.

OH, YES. FAMOUS MAN NOW.

HEY, BELL,

DID YOU SEND MY LETTER

TO THE GOVERNOR,

OR DID YOU BURN IT?

IT WAS SENT, KID.

THE SHERIFF HAD ME PUT I ON THE MAIL STAGE MYSELF.

THEN WHY:

ISN'T HE ANSWERING?

I DON'T KNOW.

MAYBE HE AIN'T ONE

FOR CORRESPONDENCE.

MY SISTER UP IN COLORADO'S

LIKE THAT.

WELL, I CAN--

WILL YOU JUS SHUT THE HELL UP, BELL?

CHAVEZ.

CHAVEZ,

YOU ALL RIGHT?

WHAT?

YEAH, YEAH. YOU?

JUST FINE.

JUST FINE.

OK, BELL,

HERE'S ANOTHER ONE

TO PROVE THAT THE HAND

IS QUICKER THAN YOUR MIND.

ARE YOU READY?

ARE YOU WATCHING?

PSHOO!

HA HA HA!

[FOOTSTEPS]

MA'AM?

HELLO, JANE.

MAY I VISI MR. BONNEY?

I'M AN

OLD ACQUAINTANCE.

NO, MA'AM.

THAT AIN'T POSSIBLE.

SHERIFF GARRETT WON' ALLOW ANY VISITATIONS.

WELL, MAY I LEAVE A GIF FOR HIM THEN?

YOU OPEN UP A NEW

ROOMING ESTABLISHMENT,

GREATHOUSE?

HELL, NO.

I OPENED A GOOD:

SAWDUST-ON-THE-FLOOR,

PROPER WHOREHOUSE.

AHEM. MA'AM?

WELL, GOOD-BYE,

WILLIAM H. BONNEY.

THANK YOU.

[FARTING SOUND]

OOPS!

[LAUGHING]

ALL RIGHT, KID.

LET YOUR:

SQUIRREL GO.

MUY PRONTO!

I WOULDN'T GO IN THERE

IF I WERE YOU.

KID?

HI.

YOO-HOO, BELL.

I'LL MAKE YOU FAMOUS.

[LAUGHTER]

DON'T DO IT, BELL.

BELL, COME ON,

DON'T DO IT.

I AIN'T KIDDING.

BELL!

THAT WAS STUPID, BELL.

BELL KILL HIM?

DID BELL KILL THE KID?

HELLO, BOB!

SH*T!

IT'S THE KID!

GOOD-BYE, BOB.

BEST $1.8O

I EVER SPENT!

HAH!

QUIT NAPPING:

ON THE JOB, BOB!

HA HA HA HA!

HEY, UH,

IS THIS OLD MEXICO HERE?

#ESTA E MEXICO,

HUH, AMIGOS?

WHOA HO HO!

I MADE IT!

WHY, YOUDOKNOW

WHO I AM, DON'T YOU?

ARKANSAS DAVE RUDABAUGH?

YOU KNOW THE NAME?

THEY KNOW THE NAME.

[CHILDREN'S VOICES]

BUENAS TARDES, AMIGOS.

YOU'RE NOT DEAD.

DO I LOOK DEAD?

YOU SHOULD HAVE SEEN

THE SHORT WORK:

I MADE OF BOB OLLINGER.

SPREAD HIM OU LIKE TULAROSA.

BWUUSSHH!

WE'RE SKINNING OUT.

THERE'S A HERD OF SLOW ELK

RESTING UP:

AT GREZCHELOWSKI'S SHEEP CAMP.

WE'LL CUT THEM,

THEN WE'LL RIDE FOR CANADA.

CHAVEZ,

MAKE SURE THE HORSES

ARE WATERED.

HENDRY--

I'LL BE STAYING HERE.

YOU STAY HERE,

AND GARRETT'LL TAKE YOU.

GARRETT ALREADY TOOK ME.

WHEN?

WHEN HE TOOK DOC.

THAT'S A BAD SHOT,

CHAVEZ.

A MAN GETS SHO LIKE THAT, IT'S, UH...

IT'S OVER.

UHHH!

BOY, I GUESS I--

I GUESS I REALLY GOT US

INTO IT THIS TIME, HUH?

IT AIN'T SUPPOSED TO BE YOU

SITTING THERE LIKE THAT.

IT'S SUPPOSED TO BE ME.

CHIVATO.

WHERE YOU GOING?

CHAVEZ?

CHAVEZ.

BUCKSHOT GEORGE.

THAT'S YOUR NAME.

YOU WANTED A NAME.

THAT'S IT.

BUCKSHOT GEORGE.

IT'S A GOOD NAME.

MY NAME'S

HENDRY WILLIAM FRENCH.

THAT'S A GOOD NAME, TOO.

[FESTIVE MUSIC PLAYING]

WHOO! HOO HOO HOO!

[SPEAKING SPANISH]

HA HA HA HA!

[APPLAUSE]

[YELLING AND CHEERING]

BILLITO.

IN THE ICEHOUSE--

A FRESH BEEF.

PETE MAXWELL BUTCHER

THIS MORNING.

BRING BACK HERE,

AND I COOK FOR YOU.

YOU ARE HUNGRY, NO?

SI. TENGO HAMBRE.

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