[Billy] Previously on Billy the Kid...
[George] They're coming in behind us!
They're comin' over the hill!
[gunshots]
Fucking Otero, he sold us out.
-Hi, Jesse. -Hi.
[moaning]
-[gunshot] -[grunts]
[gunshot]
The fact is, Jesse, I could use you in this hunt for Billy.
Let's say I make you deputy.
You're not still sentimental about Billy, are ya?
I don't want to be a teacher anymore.
I think I know what you can do.
It's an important position. It's a big job.
My name is, uh, Tom O'Folliard.
Billy's my hero. [chuckling]
I come a long way to join his gang.
Tom, what about you? Back to Texas?
You've got a whole life ahead of you.
No. I'll stay with you.
Mr. Riley, my name is Virdin
and I have been sent by Thomas Catron
to serve a foreclosure notice on the activities of the House.
Billy, I'm not only doing this because of you.
These people murdered my family.
Devils, all of you!
I want my revenge.
What's the plan?
[Billy] We hire some new guns to take on Garrett.
There's an old, abandoned Indian hospital in Fort Sumner.
We'll hide out there for a while.
Sometimes I wonder why he stuck around,
why he's still here.
Hey, Otero.
[grunting]
Maybe he just wants to kill me.
[indistinct chatter]
-[Catron] Gentlemen. -[horse neighing]
Mr. Garrett.
Mr. Catron.
I'd like to introduce you
to the new owner and manager of the House.
We're happy to have you.
It's a big responsibility managing the House.
I'm afraid it's not me.
[Catron] Sheriff, my daughter, Emily.
Pleasure to meet ya, Emily.
-Sheriff. -[door closes]
If you need anything, you just let me know.
I will.
[Catron] Congratulations.
I heard you managed to kill one of the Kid's friends.
Mm-hmm. It's a sign that we're getting closer
to the Kid himself.
His world is shrinking.
Well, to help you, as you may already know,
I personally raised the reward for his capture
from $5,000 to $50,000.
Hmm.
Maybe you'll be the one to claim it, Sheriff.
I'd like that. But it's about a lot more than money to me.
My life now, it's dedicated to the capture of just one man.
I'll take him dead or alive.
Mm-hmm. That's how it will be.
[tense music]
[theme music]
[tense music]
[match strikes]
[whistles]
[Juan] I'll hire a couple of women to come in
and do some cleaning.
We'll light the fires. It won't be so bad.
Thank you, Juan.
Tomorrow we'll start searching for some new recruits.
[carriage rattling]
[soft unsettling music]
[indistinct chatter]
Mr. Riley, what can I do for you?
Hello.
I'm here to see Miss Catron.
She's in her office. Follow me, please.
[knocking at door]
Mr. Riley is here.
Please come in.
Sit down, Mr. Riley.
Now, what is it you want to see me about?
Miss Catron,
I understand the situation.
But I feel that there's still a role for me to play
in the affairs of the House
and that I could be a considerable help
in your dealing with the customers.
Forgive me,
but you're from the city, and you don't have experience
with our rural and provincial life
and the farmers who constitute the majority
of the business and the customers of the House.
Rebuilding the House,
oh, that's gonna be difficult.
You would undoubtedly benefit from my knowledge
from years of running this place.
Mr. Riley,
you drove the House into bankruptcy,
so I could hardly do a worse job,
even if I am inexperienced.
I'll have my father to guide me
and so, sadly, I have no need of you or your services.
Please, Miss Catron,
the abrupt termination of my employment has left me...
quite penniless,
and I have become destitute.
I'm sorry. I do not want or need you here.
[pen scribbling]
[papers rustling]
Well, good day, Mr. Riley.
You're a bitch!
You're a fuckin' bitch!
[door opens, slams]
[knocking at door]
[gun clicks]
[door closes]
Billy, this is Garcia.
I know him. I know his parents.
He wants to join us.
[Billy] Is that right?
You know how to shoot?
Sí.
Has Juan told you why we're here?
Sí.
I know the sheriff is hunting you.
And that doesn't scare you?
No, señor.
I can vouch for him.
All right.
We'll give you a shot.
Don't make me regret it.
I gave everything to that business.
And for one second, it was mine.
But what have I got to show for it?
[sniffs]
Fuck all.
Nothin' in life's fair, John. [sighing]
I learned that a long time ago.
I remember the House when it was full of pomp.
It was thriving every day.
There was always people.
Carts and wagons, you know.
Beautiful carriages.
And there was money.
There was so much money.
We were like the kings of Lincoln County,
and we could do anything,
and we did everything we wanted.
What happened, Sam?
Manuela.
[tense music]
Billy, there's deputies outside.
Shh, shh, shh. Shh, shh.
[scoffs]
Shit.
I think we should move Manuela and the baby
to another house in the town.
I think that's a good idea.
I'll go with them.
[indistinct chatter]
[groans]
Hey, John, you haven't paid.
-Sam... -You heard what Sam said!
You boys know me. I'm with the House!
Riley, you got to pay for your drinks!
Get off me! I don't have any money!
[thudding]
Search him.
I got nothing for ya, boys.
[Gauss] He's got something. What do you got?
-[Riley] I got nothing! -[Gauss] We'll take this.
No, not that. Not that. That's my granddad's watch!
Not that!
No!
That's all I have!
[wind gusting]
[tense music]
[ominous music]
[sinister music building]
[gunshot]
[indistinct chatter]
[dog barking]
I have information.
[Garrett] What's your name?
My name is Jose Valdez.
Mm-hmm. And you say you know where Billy the Kid is hidin'?
Sí, señor. I do.
Where is he?
If I tell you and you take him...
how much money I get?
That depends.
We'll decide that later, okay?
If you are tellin' the truth and if we find him.
No, no. I swear on my mother, Sheriff.
I tell the truth.
[Garrett] Swears on his mother.
What do you think, boys?
Maybe we should lock you up
and don't let you out until you tell us where he is.
What if I take you out in the back
and I shoot you if you don't tell us?
That would be murder.
I still wouldn't tell you.
-[exhales] -[gun clicks]
He's telling the truth.
All right, this is a legal agreement
that, as sheriff,
if we are successful in the capture of Billy the Kid,
you will receive $2,000 for your information.
Five.
5,000?
Sí, señor.
-All right then. -[pen scribbling]
[clearing throat]
Well... Where are they?
They're staying at the old Indian hospital building,
Fort Sumner.
Yeah. I know it.
It's been empty a long time.
How long they been there for?
A few days.
But yesterday, they all left.
They left?
Sí. But they'll be back... late tonight.
[tense music]
Well... [sniffs]
Hey.
They better be there.
[door creaks opens]
-[door closes] -Saddle up, boys.
[exclaiming loudly]
[suspenseful music]
Which way you think they'll come from?
Main road is from the south.
They'd come right past the hospital.
Or they could come from the north.
There's a trail there into town.
All right.
Olinger, you go up to the top of the roof of the hospital,
watch the south end.
Valdez, you do the same on the north end.
Jesse and the rest of you, you come with me.
Let 'em get close though, boys.
Don't shoot too soon and scare 'em off, you understand?
We might be here a few hours, so no drinkin'.
We got a job to do.
[horse neighing]
[soft music playing]
[hooves thudding]
[yawning]
[dogs barking in distance]
[Jesse] What time you got there, Sheriff?
3:00 in the mornin'.
[sighing]
[suspenseful music]
Garrett! Garrett!
We got riders comin'!
You hear that, boys?
Get your guns.
Only the men we want
are ridin' at this time of night.
Go!
[Garrett] Let's go. Let's go.
[gun cocks]
[horses neighing]
-[gunshot] -[Billy] Ambush!
-[horses neighing] -Ambush!
-[horses neighing] -[gunfire]
-Ah! -[Charlie] Tom!
[horse grunting]
[indistinct shouting]
Ah! I'm hit!
Fall back!
[Charlie] Garcia, get on.
Go! Go! Go!
Come on, fellows. Let's go!
-Get outta here! -Let's go!
Go! Go! Go!
[gunfire]
You're surrounded, Tom.
Don't shoot, Garrett.
Take your medicine, son.
Hold your fire.
Put your hands up.
[Tom] I'm shot.
-Throw your hands up, Tom. -I can't throw up my hands!
Careful how you approach him, Jesse. His hand's on his gun.
Take me off my horse.
All right.
[grunting]
Keep us covered out here.
We fuckin' had him!
Goddamn it!
Ah, fuck.
How bad is he?
He's been shot on the left side,
just below the heart.
[Tom breathing heavily]
He, uh, he ain't gonna last long.
We oughta put him out of his misery.
[Garrett] No. He picked his side.
Psst.
-[gunshot] -Ahh!
I said take your medicine, son.
-[thudding] -[grunting]
Let go of me!
[Garrett] Don't you fucking think about it.
-Fucking snake! -Back off!
We're stayin' the night.
Get back on the roof.
They might still come back for him.
[Jesse] Get him the fuck outta here!
Look at me.
Wah! Wah!
Where's Tom?
Garrett shot him in the chest.
What? We gotta go back from him!
-No, Billy. He's gone. -I ain't fuckin' leavin' him.
There's no way we can get him outta there.
How many more lives are we gonna lose today?
He's gone.
[pensive music]
Billy, come on.
Jesse.
Can someone tell my grandma back in Texas of my death?
[breathing heavily]
Yeah, yeah, I will. I promise.
Thank you.
You just...
try not to move, okay?
[men laughing]
-They ain't comin'. -[Tom] Ahh!
[Tom coughing]
He's still alive?
Sit down.
[coughing]
[breathing heavily]
Goddamn you, Garrett. I hope to meet you in hell.
Don't talk like that, Tom.
You're gonna die soon.
[coughing]
[breathing heavily]
Don't give the bastard any water.
[breathing heavily]
[breathing stops]
[indistinct chatter]
[sighing]
[sentimental music]
He's gone.
Yeah, good riddance.
[sighing]
Say one more thing, Olinger,
I'll put a bullet in your head.
♪♪♪
[door opens]
[door closes]
♪♪♪
We're right on his heels.
-Maybe. -And next time, it ain't--
Ain't gonna be a next time.
I'm done.
What in hell's name do you think you're doing?
You don't get it? What does it look like?
I don't wanna ride with your boys.
Sit down, would you?
Why?
'Cause without that badge,
you're at the mercy of the law.
I could arrest you for the murder
of Saturnino Baca right now.
Fuckin' prove it.
What about the murders of the Del Tobosco family?
You're gonna tell these guys outside to pull their guns?
I warn you. It'll be the last thing they ever do.
Fuckin' go.
Go.
Fuckin' go.
[hooves thudding]
[knocking at door]
There's someone here to see you, ma'am.
-Who? -Sheriff Garrett.
Very well. Send him in.
Yes, ma'am.
[Garrett] Thank you.
Sheriff.
Good evening, Miss Catron.
I hope I'm not disturbing you.
My horse has fallen lame,
and I was hopin' I could borrow one of yours.
Of course.
[fire crackling]
May I offer you a drink?
-That would be very kind. -Whiskey?
Sheriff.
Please, call me Pat.
All right, Pat.
[Garrett exhaling]
I heard there was an awful shootout at Fort Sumner.
I was so shocked.
To imagine something like that happening
in a civilized society like ours.
Well,
maybe we're not quite civilized enough, Miss Catron.
Not around here, anyway.
Please call me Emily.
Okay, Emily.
But yes, you're probably right.
And one day, the railroad will reach Lincoln,
and everything will change.
That's what I believe.
When my father is made governor,
it'll be almost the first thing on his agenda.
Well, your father is very ambitious.
As am I.
Can you imagine the difference the railroad will make
to my business here, Pat?
I suppose I can, Emily.
But first thing is, we need to make sure
that Lincoln is a lawful county.
Right now, you can't say it is.
Is it true that Billy the Kid was a friend of yours?
Yes, it is.
I've known Billy a long time.
We used to ride together.
You were an outlaw?
Yes, Emily.
I was an outlaw.
Billy and I were part of a gang.
It was at the beginning of his career.
Well, I find that fascinating.
What was he like?
Oh, uh...
He was very cool.
He had sort of a...
a grown-up brain inside a kid's body.
Everyone loved Billy.
You?
For a while.
Naturally, that's before I, uh,
I knew the really bad things.
What were the really bad things?
Let me refill your glass.
You know, Miss Emily,
I hope you don't mind me sayin', but, uh,
you are a very beautiful woman.
[whiskey pouring]
Don't.
I thought...
Well, maybe you should think again.
I've enjoyed our meeting, Sheriff.
I wish you good night.
[pensive music]
-Gracias. -Gracias.
[indistinct chatter]
Dulcinea.
-[gun clicks] -What are you doing here?
I need to see Billy. I gotta talk to him.
How in God's name do you expect me to believe you?
I'm not-- I'm not with the law anymore.
That is why I need to see him.
I should fucking kill you right now.
I got a lot of respect for the Kid.
I think he feels the same.
It is important we talk.
Give me your guns.
Walk.
Hello, Billy.
What the fuck are you doin' here?
[gun clicks]
Billy, we need to talk.
-Who else you with? -No one.
I ain't ridin' with Garrett.
You see anyone else?
No sign of anyone.
How'd you find us?
I know you.
You don't run, for one.
And for another, you never do what people expect.
You're smart.
I wish I could say the same for you.
Wasn't so smart walkin' in here, was it?
-After everything you've done. -[gun clicks]
You ain't a saint, Billy,
so why don't we just skip the part
where I say I'm sorry and how I just wish
none of this had ever happened.
-Why don't we do that? -Same ol' fuckin' Jesse.
You're indifferent? Are you?
Don't give me this song and dance
judging me about what I've done, Kid. Okay?
Be a man.
'Cause you and I, we're the same.
[chuckling]
You want a drink?
[gun clangs]
What do we do?
Fuck you.
Fuck you too.
-[men shouting] -[man] Whoa, whoa, whoa!
[overlapping shouting]
-[grunts] -[Dulcinea] Stop!
[shouting continues]
-[thudding] -[grunting]
Get the fuck off me!
[grunting]
-[clattering] -Stop!
[Dulcinea] Stop, Billy!
[men shouting]
Fuck you!
-[shouting] -[glass shattering]
-Hey! -Billy!
[glass shattering]
-[Dulcinea] Stop! -[thudding]
Look at me!
-[thudding] -[grunting]
-Billy! -[gunshot]
[grunting]
[Billy shouting]
[Charlie] Enough! You're brothers.
-Hey! -Fuck!
Stubborn son of a bitch.
[grunting]
[panting]
I've changed, Billy.
Oh, yeah? Is that right?
I knew it...
I knew it when I held this girl Ana
in my arms as she died.
Not a day goes by I don't remember it.
I don't see her face.
[Jesse panting]
[scoffs]
What is it that you want?
A better life.
Some peace with all of this.
And you think that's here with us?
After all that you've done.
[Jesse] I'm here, ain't I?
You don't have to like me, Kid.
Just don't misunderstand me.
[pensive music]
You know, even if I believe you,
but I'm pretty sure I don't...
it ain't just me who's gotta make that choice.
[speaking Spanish softly]
Sorry.
Are you?
I love my parents very much, Jesse.
My little brother.
Your father was a very brave man.
So was your brother.
So was my mother.
So?
Are you sorry?
I don't wanna lie to you, Dulcinea.
I wanted to run a crew.
And I got my wish.
I did what I thought I had to.
And you're different now?
Maybe.
I, uh...
I, uh... I can't explain--
Oh, you don't have to.
Not to me.
The fact is, I can't really forgive you, Jesse.
But I know God can.
[pensive music]
[horse snorting]
[Jesse] Plannin' something?
[Billy] Maybe.
Okay. Like to share?
Not really.
[sighing]
Look, neither of us got quit in 'em, Kid,
so don't play fuckin' games.
I ain't the one been playing games, Jesse.
You think you can just waltz back on in here.
You gotta earn my fuckin' trust.
Still a lot to resolve between us.
You think I don't care about anyone.
That I don't care about Dulcinea.
But that ain't true.
I thought about her a lot.
What she suffered and the part that I played in it all.
I told you, I've changed.
I know that by joining you,
I do know that I'm riding into the unknown.
I don't mind it.
[scoffs]
You know, I actually believe you.
Thousands wouldn't after everything, but...
somehow, I do.
[sighing]
Look...
Garrett's probably feelin' pretty full of himself
right about now.
First, he kills Freddie, and now Tom.
He probably thinks he's got us running scared.
Probably thinks it's only a matter of time
before he catches up to us.
We got to show him that we can hit him where it hurts,
that he ain't safe.
Anytime, anyplace.
Even if it's in his own backyard.
Well, let's pick a fight, then.
[chuckling]
[pensive music]
[indistinct chatter]
[suspenseful music]
[horse neighing]
[gunfire]
Ahh!
-[gunfire] -[screaming]
-[gunshot] -[grunting]
[screaming]
[gunfire]
¡Vámonos!
[horse neighing]
[Bob] Garrett!
Take it!
What in God's name happened here?
Billy paid us a visit.
And he had a friend with him.
Yeah? Who?
Jesse.
Billy and Jesse together?
They want to ride together...
they can die together.
[theme music]