[Billy] Previously,
on Billy the Kid.
I'm gonna enjoy watching you hang.
[whistling]
[Jesse] I'm not going back to Lincoln.
What about Billy?
There's no way I'm gonna watch him die.
Take care of yourself, Jesse.
No promises.
Hey, Bell, would you mind takin' me to the privy?
-[grunting] -[glass shattering]
[shouting]
No! Bell! Don't fuckin' move.
-[gunshots] -[grunts]
What the hell was that?
Hello, Bob.
[gunshot]
[laughing]
[Billy] I escaped.
[Dulcinea] Of course you did.
[Catron] I was looking forward to seeing Billy hang.
You have one month to find and kill the Kid.
After that I will requisition your badge.
You understand me?
Yes, sir.
[Pat] I will once again take up Billy's trail.
You know what I want. You're gonna tell me.
He's not here. I don't know where he is.
[horse grunting]
[Barney] I found her.
[Pat] Where is he? Where is he?!
[chuckles]
[Catron] Has the Sheriff visited you since his return to Lincoln?
Fill you in on his enquiries about Edgar?
[gunshot]
[Billy] I'm gonna be on the move.
Hunting him just as surely as he hunts me
and I think we should use George's place
as a meetin' point.
[George] Gotta find another place.
How about Pete Maxwell's?
[Pat] I believe Billy the Kid might be hiding here.
Pete, come on out!
What the hell is this?
Searching for Billy is driving you crazy.
Find anything, Sheriff?
Pete, we're old friends, right? We're family.
You bet we are.
[Billy] I need you to tell me the truth.
What did you say to Garrett? I need to know...
[floor creaking]
[in Spanish]
-[gunfire] -[shouts]
[ominous music]
[gun clicks]
[Billy and Pete speaking indistinctly]
[Billy, in English] So I need to know, did...
[floor creaks]
[Billy speaking Spanish]
-[gunshots] -[Billy shouts]
[Pete, in English] Billy! What the hell just happened?
It's Garrett. Is he hit?
Yes.
[tense music]
-Is he dead? -I don't know!
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey! Drop the gun.
Billy...
[in Spanish]
[in English] Is he dead?!
Yes!
[Saval shouting in Spanish]
[in English] Pat, you better get out. Now.
When my people hear what you've done,
they'll tear you to pieces. Get out now.
I'll take care of it. Come back in the morning.
Listen to me, all right? Go! Go!
[distant shouting]
[sighing]
Ah!
[in Spanish]
[distant shouting in Spanish]
[indistinct whispering]
[dramatic music]
[long gasp]
[in Spanish]
Pronto. Pronto.
[Billy wheezing]
[crying]
[theme music playing]
[men calling to horses]
[tense music]
[in English] Where is he?
Where is who, Sheriff?
Don't fuck with me, Pete.
Billy's dead, Sheriff.
Okay.
Where's the body?
-They took it. -Who?
The Mexicans.
Said he belonged to them, and they wanted to bury him.
No, I, I, I need to see that body.
I'm sorry.
I don't think you'll ever see the body.
No one will ever show you the grave.
Pete. It's over now. Okay?
I need you to help me.
I told ya, I have no idea where they took him.
-Mm. -Let him rest in peace.
[gun clicks]
I could arrest you for aiding and abetting a crime.
Knowingly sheltering a fugitive from justice.
Well, you could try, I guess.
But I didn't know the Kid was coming here.
He arrived out of nowhere.
Mm...
Okay.
Well, I could arrest all of your people then,
take them in for questioning.
Well, you gotta do what you gotta do, Sheriff.
That's your business. I just told you what I know.
[Pat] Round 'em up, boys! Round 'em up.
[indistinct chatter]
[horse neighing softly]
Yah!
Sir, Sheriff Garrett is here to see you.
-Show him in. -Yes, sir.
Well, I guess this calls for celebration.
"According to Lincoln County Sheriff, Pat Garrett,
who shot and killed the Most Wanted man in America
in the bedroom of Lincoln County farmer... Pete Maxwell."
-Mm-hmm. -Well, I suppose I should...
thank you for going the extra mile
to hunt down the Kid.
I know that it had become
somewhat of a personal obsession.
Thank you. Yes, it had.
But I promised you that I would hunt down
and kill Billy the Kid, which is what I did.
"But mystery surrounds the whereabouts
of the Kid's body. Garrett claims the remains
were spirited away and secretly buried
by Maxwell's Mexican staff."
Hm...
And you're sure you killed Billy?
Yes, I am.
He was only a few feet away from me.
My first shot hit him in the chest.
He fell and I saw him lying on the ground.
Pete Maxwell, who owns the property, he uh,
confirmed that the Kid was dead.
Where's the body, Sheriff? What the hell happened?
Pete Maxwell's employees were gonna kill me, so...
so I had to leave.
I mean I, I'm pretty sure they took the body away
somewhere to bury it so that they could
worship him unmolested.
You know what I think?
I think without proof, without the body,
there's no way I can be certain
that Billy the Kid is dead.
As far as I'm concerned, he's still alive.
I swear to you, Mr. Catron,
Billy the Kid is dead.
Since there's no proof, of course,
you can't claim the $50,000 reward.
[tense music]
I sacrificed everything to hunt down the Kid.
I deserve that reward.
[Catron] Well, I'm not sure. Maybe it's better
you don't get the money. You'd only lose it anyway.
Oh, I know a lot about you, Mr. Garrett.
Do you really imagine I don't investigate
the habits of those who work for me?
You're a gambler, you're deeply in debt,
and incapable of being faithful or honest.
It's not just your first wife and kid you abandoned, is it?
No. You've made rather a habit of marrying women
and then abandoning them, leaving them without any money
or hope.
I think I made a mistake when I appointed you Sheriff
in the first place...
And now I'd like you to return your badge.
Let me ask you something.
What is it that you do all day,
sat behind this desk?
Do you hunt down
some of the most violent criminals in this country?
Do you sleep out in the freezing cold
or follow a trail in the blistering sun?
Do you ever put your life on the line?
Tell me...
what is it that you do?
Huh?!
I make money, Mr. Garrett.
That's the American way.
[ominous music]
[badge clatters]
[chuckles]
[dog barking]
Señor Maxwell.
Señorita Del Tobosco.
Why have you come?
I have something important to tell ya.
Billy is still alive.
[gasps]
Please, sit down.
Where... Where is he?
Well, some of my people took him away to a safe place.
A doctor is looking after him.
We... We need to go. We need to see him.
I know, I know. But you need to understand
Billy's situation is critical.
He was shot near the heart. The doctor said...
it would almost be a miracle if he survives.
Well, if he's still alive, we need to see him.
The place where they are looking after Billy is...
is very remote, it's very difficult to reach.
That's where they're looking after him for obvious reasons.
You would have to ride on horseback
through difficult terrain, and that would be very risky
for both you and your baby.
He's gonna live.
I believe he's gonna live.
[gasps]
Together, we should pray for a miracle.
Come in, Pat.
Guess you've heard.
Mm-hmm. Please sit.
I have to tell you...
your father has treated me very badly.
He's saying that I didn't kill Billy the Kid
when I know I did.
I believe he's just tryin' to get out of paying the bounty.
What are you gonna do?
[scoffs]
Not a lot I can do.
First of all,
I'm gonna get away from this God-forsaken place,
then, uh, then I'll decide.
[liquid pouring]
You know, it's...
a great pity
that there are no more buffalo left to shoot.
Yes, a pity.
And your enquiries about Edgar?
Yes, uh... [clears throat]
It was difficult to find someone to talk to me,
but uh, eventually I did.
What did he say?
He said that it wasn't a suicide.
How did he know?
Because he knew the man who was hired to kill Mr. Walz
and make it look like a suicide.
Poor Edgar.
I'm here for you.
[ominous music]
And did he tell you who hired the killer?
Yes, Miss Emily.
It was your father.
[breathing shakily]
[Pat clears throat]
Can I speak to your informant?
No.
He disappeared.
Have you got a name?
Yeah, I could give you a name.
What do I get?
I think you better leave.
In a bit.
[gun clicks]
Get out.
[ominous music continues]
[door opens and closes]
[breathing shakily]
[screams]
[birds chirping]
[insects trilling]
[soft music]
[whistling]
[in Spanish]
[knocking on door]
[soft tense music]
[labored breathing]
[wind gusting]
[Dulcinea screaming]
[in English] Keep breathing. Keep breathing.
[breathing heavily]
[screaming]
[Manuela] Push! Push!
I can't.
Yes, you can. Yes, you can.
You're doing so good!
-Yes. -[Dulcinea shouts]
[screaming]
[baby crying]
[baby fussing]
[laughing]
[tense music]
[knocking at door]
[Pat clears throat]
Can I help you?
Sheriff Garrett,
my name is Lee Fellowes. I'm a journalist
with the "Daily New Mexican."
You mind if I ask you a few questions?
No.
Come on in.
Right off, Sheriff Garrett,
is it true, the rumors I've heard around town
that Billy the Kid is... alive?
Mr. Fellowes...
Billy the Kid was standing
as close to me as you are right now.
I shot him... right in the chest
and he dropped to the floor... dead.
Then why is there no body?
'Cause the Mexicans who work for Pete Maxwell
took his body away and buried it somewhere,
probably as some kind of a shrine.
But...
Governor Catron has made it plain that...
he doesn't believe you.
He believes that Billy the Kid is still alive.
Yes. That is what he said.
Which means that I must be lying.
And I'm not.
You know what?
I'm gonna write a book, telling the whole story.
The truth.
See, I hunted Billy down for a long time,
a long time.
Finally, I caught him.
I put an end to all of his crimes.
I deserve the reward for that, Mr. Fellowes.
You see, I could have lost my own life
when I confronted him, but instead,
I made this whole county a much safer place
for decent people.
Don't you think Mr. Catron
might have just acknowledged that?
You're an angry man, Mr. Garrett.
I'm entitled to be.
But I'm still quite a young man.
And I know that there a lot of opportunities out there for me,
and I plan to take 'em.
Let me tell you, Mr. Fellowes,
this won't be the last time that you hear the name Pat Garrett.
Garrett called on me to say goodbye.
[Catron sighs]
[Catron] You know, I still can't make my mind up about that man.
You think he was ever telling the truth?
I don't think he told the truth about anything.
That means Billy the Kid could still be out there.
-And still wanting to kill me. -He's dead.
If he was still alive, he would have moved on.
Why would he want to stay here?
Unfinished business.
[Emily sighs] [Emily] Look.
You have a lot of security around you now.
You're the Governor, for goodness' sake.
[Catron sighs]
Billy the Kid had this reputation.
He always managed to escape.
That boy is capable of anything.
You're still afraid of him.
Bullshit.
[gasps]
Oh...
Let me get you another.
[tense music]
[glasses clinking]
[liquid pouring]
[Catron snoring]
Father.
Oh.
[birds chirping]
Okay.
Here we are.
Go on in.
[tense music]
[gasping softly]
Billy.
I missed you so much.
I missed you.
Oh, my God.
This is Sophia.
-Can I? -Yeah.
[laughing]
Ah, Sophia.
[in Spanish]
[in English] She's so beautiful.
[George] It's good to have everyone back.
Not quite everybody.
I would like to find out what happened
to an old friend of mine.
A friend?
I figure we all know who I'm talkin' about.
-Jesse. -Uh-huh.
The latest I heard is he moved on to Texas.
And there he shot a Texas Ranger
during a hold-up, was caught,
and placed in the penitentiary with a ten-year sentence.
Hm.
Listen, I've been holed up in bed all these months healing,
just thinkin' about exactly
what I wanted to do when I got out.
And you worked it out?
I sure did.
I know now that I can't do it without Jesse.
Look, I know what you all think of him.
I know.
But he's the key.
He's just built different. You gotta understand.
Billy...
It's not easy to spring someone
from a federal penitentiary.
But I need Jesse.
[George sighs]
[George chuckles]
[George] I'll go to Texas.
I'll check out the penitentiary
and see what I can find out about how to get Jesse
out of there.
[soft tense music]
[ominous music]
[indistinct chatter]
-Howdy. -Hey.
What can I get ya?
I'll take a whiskey.
Sure.
Ain't seen you before.
No. Just came in.
Ah, just passing through?
Yeah... more or less.
Where you from?
Lincoln County. New Mexico.
Yeah, what line of work you in?
I'm just a farmer.
Uh, that's not why I'm here.
-Yeah, then what? -I'm, uh...
I'm looking for a friend.
Someone told me he was serving time
in the penitentiary.
I work up at the penitentiary.
A lot of local people work up there.
So, what's your friend's name?
Uh, Jesse Evans.
[tense music]
What crime did he commit?
I asked you a question.
He shot a Ranger.
[men murmuring]
So why are you up here to see him?
I don't want any trouble here.
Glad to hear that, stranger.
People who come snooping around the penitentiary
are usually, in my experience,
up to no good.
I understand.
Drink your whiskey and be on your way.
[George] Thanks very much.
[tense music]
[indistinct chatter]
Hey, friend.
You know Jesse Evans?
Yeah, I know Jesse.
Rode with him for a while.
Crazy guy, but somehow nice with it.
You know?
Yeah, I know what you mean.
John Selman.
George Coe.
You wouldn't happen to know where they're headed, would you?
No.
But I could find out, I guess.
Why do you want to know?
Buy you a drink?
That sounds about right.
[horse hooves thudding]
[Billy] What you got for us, George?
First off, there's no way
we're gettin' into that penitentiary.
And even if we did, we'll never get out again.
There's armed guards everywhere. The walls are high.
It's impossible.
I think there's another way.
I did see Jesse down there.
He's workin' on a chain gang.
Headed off to work on the roads.
I also met a guy named John Selman.
He told me that there's six to eight guards
working on each gang.
And sometimes there's overseers that ride in to check, but...
Hm. So, you think that we could, what...
ambush this gang?
With John's help, I think it's possible.
All right.
If we're gonna do it, we gotta do it soon
in case Jesse gets taken off the work detail.
[George] Yeah.
We all in?
Well, you said he was key.
I say let's do it.
[in Spanish] !Vamos!
[soft music]
[tense music]
[in English] Hey, there, John.
Howdy!
These are friends of mine:
Juan, Garcia, and William.
This here is uh, John Selman.
It's good to see y'all.
You know where the gang's working?
Yeah. I know the place. A couple of miles east of here.
They're building a road.
You can take us there?
Yeah. I could take ya.
In fact, I'm gonna join ya.
Jesse helped me out of a jam once.
I owe him.
All right, then. Show us the way.
[in Spanish]
[indistinct chatter]
[grunting]
-[gunshot] -Ah!
[gunfire]
-[gunfire] -[grunting]
[grunts]
[in English] Come on, come on!
[grunts]
Ahh!
[gunfire]
-Ah! -Ready?
[grunting]
[horse neighing]
Ah!
[John] Ah, shit!
[horse neighing]
[in Spanish]
[in English] Shit! Juan!
-[gunshot] -[grunts]
Stay there.
There's still a few guards left.
-I'll take 'em. -Wait, wait, wait!
[gunfire]
[Billy] No, wait!
[gun clicks]
[man shouts]
[man groaning]
[gunfire]
[men grunting]
Fuck.
[horse neighing]
He's gonna go for help.
Clear.
[Jesse chuckles]
[Jesse grunts]
I fuckin' knew it. You ain't dead.
[breathing heavily]
You ain't dead! Ha!
Ah...
Here. Unlock yourself. We gotta go.
Unlock the rest of 'em.
-Ah... -Go.
[man] Hand that over.
[Jesse] We gotta get 'em all out.
Unlock 'em all.
[Juan wheezing]
[Billy] Oh, Juan.
[in Spanish]
Billy...
[in English] The honor was mine.
[distant horse neighing]
[George] There's guards comin'. We gotta go.
[Jesse] We gotta free 'em all.
[George] Let's go. Jesse!
We got time, George!
[George] Jesse, no, we don't!
-[Jesse] Go, go, go. -[George] Let's go!
Jesse, come on!
[Jesse] Go! Go, go.
[George] Let's go.
[in Spanish]
[soft music]
[insects chirping]
[George, in English] Here ya go.
Ah, shit.
[Billy groans]
You're good.
[laughing]
Ah, I've not drunk anything in months.
So, Garrett didn't kill you, then.
-Oh, he tried. -Mm.
-[chuckling] -Missed by an inch.
Yeah, well, you were always lucky.
I, uh, read about your escape in Lincoln.
[laughing]
I wrote you a letter to come break me out.
-Guards found it. Beat my ass. -[Billy laughs]
I never actually thought you would come,
that you would come and rescue me.
So why did you come?
[suspenseful music]
[theme music playing]