[Pat] Previously, on Billy the Kid...
-Why are you staring at me? -Thought I recognized you.
-What's your name? -I'm Pat Garrett.
[gunfire]
Ah!
You're getting pretty famous now.
That don't mean nothing to me.
If I was that famous,
it sure would mean something to me.
[horses neighing]
I could arrest you for aidin' and abetting a crime.
I don't think you'll ever see the body.
[speaking Spanish]
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 think I made a mistake when I appointed you sheriff
in the first place.
And now I'd like you to return your badge.
-[gun clatters] -After all you've done,
you still look like a kid to me,
so I'm gonna call you Billy the Kid.
Has a nice ring to it, don't it?
I'm gonna write a book telling the whole story.
See, I hunted Billy down for a long time.
I put an end to all of his crimes.
I deserve the reward for that, Mr. Fellowes.
I would like to find out what happened to Jesse.
[George] The latest I heard is he moved on to Texas.
There he shot a Texas Ranger.
He was placed in the penitentiary
with a ten-year sentence.
-[bullet whizzing] -Ah!
-[gunfire] -[grunting]
-[thud] -[pained grunt]
I fuckin' knew it. You ain't dead.
[breathing heavily]
Your father has treated me very badly.
He's sayin' that I didn't kill Billy the Kid when I know I did.
[Emily] What are you gonna do?
[Pat] I'm gonna get away from this god forsaken place,
then I'll--then I'll decide.
And your inquiries about Edgar?
Yeah, I could give you a name.
- What do I get? -[gun clicks]
[Emily] Get out.
[breathing heavily]
I never actually thought
that you would come and rescue me.
So, why did you come?
[tense music]
[theme music]
[soft tense music]
[indistinct chatter]
[Jesse] There it is. Madison's.
That's where Garrett's supposed to be working.
I don't see Garrett's horse.
[Billy] Let's pay him a visit.
Hey, whoa, whoa, whoa.
Let me. You're meant to be a dead man. Remember?
Uh, yeah, I remember.
[ominous music]
Sir, what can I do for you?
I got this as a forwarding address.
Pat Garrett. He still here?
Of course not.
Okay. You mind telling me why?
Well, mister, if you're a friend of his,
then you should probably already know why.
I have no idea. I'm just looking for him.
Well, Mr. Garrett told me he was looking for a job.
And, of course, I knew who he is.
But he told me he didn't want to be a lawman anymore.
He wanted to get back into business.
It didn't work out?
He didn't know jack-shit about this business
or probably any other business for that matter.
And he was usually too drunk or too arrogant to listen.
[tense music]
Do you have any idea where he went?
No, he just left. Never paid his rent,
always made excuses, and then gone.
I'm still struggling to undo the damage he did to my business.
If you find him, you tell him
he better not show his face around here anymore.
No luck. He's moved on.
Looks like we hit a brick wall right away.
I wouldn't be so sure.
Looks like Pat wrote a book about me.
"The Kid had a lurking devil in him.
It was a good-humored, jovial imp,
or a cruel and blood-thirsty fiend,
as circumstances prompted.
Circumstances favored the worser angel,
and The Kid fell."
Sounds pretty accurate to me.
Did you buy that just to read about yourself?
No. It has here the address of the publisher:
The New Mexico Printing and Publishing Company.
I reckon Pat Garrett probably still stays in touch
with 'em, don't you?
Just in case he has any profits to pick up.
I'll telegraph 'em tomorrow.
Yeah.
We'll probably go on the road for a while.
It's probably gonna get expensive, right?
Bound to be.
There was a bank in town.
Right near the bookstore.
-You thinking what I'm thinking? -Yeah.
And you've never robbed banks.
I can make an exception.
This one is a branch of the Catron Bank and Trust.
Huh. Look at that.
[chuckles]
[tense music]
All right, everyone stay calm.
Listen to my friend here and no one gets hurt.
[Jesse] How about we uh, open that safe,
fill up a couple of bags?
Don't shoot my dog.
[whines]
I ain't gonna shoot your dog.
-[Billy] Hurry up, will ya? -[Jesse] Move. Move.
Keep your hands up. Hey, hands up.
[Jesse] Come on.
Bring me the bags. Let's go.
Lay down. Down. Down.
Get on the ground.
We're done.
-Good dog. -[dog whines]
-[gun clicks] -Hands up!
I should turn you in.
Sir, we got two bags of cash here,
and there's gotta be hundreds of dollars.
You take one and turn the other way.
[Billy] How 'bout that?
Come on. Let's go.
[tense music]
Hey.
Don't suppose Garrett will be too glad to see us.
I don't suppose he will.
It's funny to think that once upon a time...
I kinda liked him.
Sure did.
I even asked him to help us in our fight against the House
when he first became sheriff.
You know, I used to think that there was good in everyone,
if you looked for it.
So I looked for it in Garrett and...
-Did you find any? -No.
You know, the thing about Garrett is he's hollow.
-Hmm. -He just blows with the wind.
He'd kill you as soon as look at you
if it suited him.
And then he'd smile that greedy smile of his.
It's good to be riding with you, Kid.
[exhales sharply]
I can't deny it.
It's just like old times. [chuckles]
You know, Jesse, all the years I've known you,
you ain't never told me about your family.
What kind of man was your father?
Oh, I don't talk about my family.
They don't matter.
Left home as soon as I could.
Been on the run from the law ever since.
What about you? I remember you with your ma
and your little brother.
Yeah.
My pa checked out.
My brother died.
And then my ma worked herself to death.
It was around then that I...
I figured I knew how it went.
But I wanted something more for my life.
Not because I deserved it, but...
because I wanted it.
I wanted to... break the cycle.
You know, Jesse...
I'm kinda sick of being on the run.
From now on, you and me are the hunters,
and we're gonna find that son of a bitch.
-[woman] Hey! -What? What?
Get up. It's late already.
[sighing]
Ah. I feel like shit.
[woman] I believe you got a job to get to?
You talked about it.
Look, I'm sorry, uh...
I've... I've forgotten your name.
Don't worry about it.
[sighs]
Look, you were, uh...
You were great last night, by the way.
Was I?
Yeah. Yeah, you were amazing. Truly.
Nothing happened. You fell asleep.
But thanks for the compliment.
Fucking bitch.
That's more like it.
[tense music]
Ah, fuck.
[Catron] I know there is a lot of speculation out there
about the fate of Billy the Kid.
I also know that our former sheriff
has written a book about how he shot and killed the Kid.
Unfortunately, he never provided any proof.
He couldn't supply a body or even a grave.
Apparently, the Kid vanished into thin air.
-[crowd laughing] -That's a magic trick
I'd like to see.
[all laughing]
Of course, I can believe
that Sheriff Garrett took a shot at the Kid.
But that doesn't mean he killed him.
And let me tell you, I've received a lot of reports
from people telling me they've actually seen glimpses
of the Kid since then.
It all leads me to conclude...
that Billy the Kid is still alive.
[crowd gasping]
[Catron] For that reason, I'm here to announce
that I'm increasing the reward for his capture
or death to $75,000.
[crowd murmuring in awe]
Yes, I know. It's a very great deal of money.
Billy the Kid is no man's friend,
Mexican or American. He's a cold-blooded killer.
He belongs in the past, and not in our new America.
And I can assure you, as your governor,
I will work ceaselessly, day and night,
to remove this dreadful evil,
this terrible, evil man, from our midst.
-[crowd clamoring] -[camera shutters clunking]
[birds chirping]
When are you gonna tell me?
Tell you what?
You said that it wasn't just Garrett.
That there was someone else.
Someone else that we had to kill.
Yeah, there is. Thomas Catron.
[tense music]
-Catron? -Uh-huh.
-Thomas Catron? -Uh-huh.
[Jesse] Just the Governor of New Mexico, huh?
-That's right. -There is no way.
Not gonna happen. You can count me out, Kid.
You know I can't do this without you.
So don't do it. Okay? Don't do it.
You know, Jesse, at some point, you...
you actually gotta start standing for something.
I know the world has told you, just like it told me,
that people like us aren't... aren't cut out for much.
I know that.
But the truth is, our families came out west
because they were promised something--
an equal and fair chance to make something of ourselves.
[scoffs] But it's a lie.
It's just the same old corruption.
You know, when I was back in Santa Fe,
still wide-eyed and full of hope,
I met this journalist by the name of Ash Upson,
and he told me that all this corruption
can be traced back to the same place--
this little group of rich men
who run it all through these organizations
called The Rings, and they control everything,
every level of government.
And the biggest one, the Santa Fe Ring,
sitting at the very top is Thomas Catron.
My friend the journalist, he was trying to write
-this piece to expose it all. -[sighs]
He believed that the American people
-deserved to know the truth. -Uh-huh.
And uh, did anything change when he published that story?
He never got the chance.
They fished his body out the river.
He'd been shot about ten or 12 times.
They cut out his tongue.
Jesse, can't you see this is important?
No.
I don't see what it has to do with me.
Catron, he, he ain't got nothing to do with me or you.
You gonna get yourself shot trying to kill someone
you've never met, who lives in a big house
you've never been in, and who lives in a world
that you know nothing about.
You're gonna end up like your journalist friend.
I want no part of that. It's suicide.
[birds chirping]
[tense music]
[blacksmith] Nice of ya to finally show up.
I was startin' to wonder.
All right, you got much experience shoeing horses?
Yeah. Sure I do.
Uh-huh.
[distant horse neighing]
All right. Show me.
[steam hissing]
Yup, you're okay.
I'll take ya. I need the help. Mr., uh...
-Garrett. -[steam hissing]
Pat Garrett.
Mr. Pat Garrett. All right.
[blacksmith] Oi...
[tense music]
[birds chirping]
This is the place that Garrett's publisher
told us to be at?
[Billy] Yeah.
[Jesse] You see him?
[Billy] No.
[Jesse] How long you think we should wait?
I say we camp out here nearby,
get a better look in the morning.
[Jesse] You think he's gonna still be here?
I hope so. He can't hide forever.
[insects trilling]
[fire crackling]
[exhales]
You're gonna change your mind...
about Catron.
No, I ain't.
Just... Just forget it.
I can't just forget about it.
[sighs]
Well, that's just your bad luck, Kid.
You've got to do this with me.
-[Jesse] No. -You gotta.
No, I don't. All right? Just leave me be.
I broke you outta prison, Jesse. Remember? You owe me. Get up.
-No. Ugh! -Get up. Get up.
-Hey, hey. -Come on.
Hey! Get off me!
Look if you don't do this with me,
I'll fucking kill you, okay? Okay?
[Jesse breathing heavily]
-You're drunk! -I ain't fuckin' drunk.
-You're drunk. -Yes, you are, all right?
Go to sleep, asshole!
I can't do this alone, Jesse.
[guns cocking]
Don't do that, mister.
[ominous music]
[guns cocking]
We got you surrounded.
Now, be good boys and put those guns down.
You got five seconds.
One, two, three...
Okay. Okay.
Don't know who you are,
but Mr. McDaniels is sure gonna want to meet you.
[door opens and closes]
Gentlemen.
May I ask the reason for your unexpected visit here?
Well, we're just looking for work, Mr. McDaniels.
It's more usual to come down to the property
and knock on the door...
if you're really looking for work.
You'll notice I haven't asked for your names.
That's because you wouldn't tell me your real names anyway.
[footsteps thudding]
And I'd bet my bottom dollar you two are thieves.
I ought to call the sheriff,
except I don't like the law very much.
We kind of exercise the law ourselves around here.
Why did you come here?
Might as well tell me the truth.
Otherwise, we have some very deep wells on the property.
We can just dump your bodies in there, and...
who'd care, frankly?
-[Jesse sighs] -We're looking for someone.
Ah...
We were told he was working here.
Interesting.
You could still have knocked on the door.
Well, the person we're looking for...
might not be so happy to see us.
Even more interesting.
Can you tell me...
the name of this person?
His name is Pat Garrett.
Garrett.
Yes, sir.
Well, he was here.
I gave him a job.
Problem was, he wasn't up to it.
He drank.
He was unreliable. Unpredictable.
The son of a bitch stole from me.
Why are you looking for him?
-[Billy sighs] -We're plannin' on killing him.
Well, I don't blame ya.
I tried.
Well, go after him...
with my blessing.
We, would but you see, we don't exactly know
where he is.
That's why we're here.
We were kinda hoping you might be able to tell us.
[indistinct chatter]
Hello there, miss. Who are you?
Blacksmith's daughter.
[cowboy] Got a name?
I know you.
You're Pat, aren't you? The new man.
That's right, miss. I'm Pat.
My father told me about you.
Really?
What did he tell ya?
That you killed all the buffaloes.
[men laughing]
That ain't all I've done.
Oh, yeah?
What else have you done, Pat?
[men chuckling]
You ever heard of Billy the Kid?
Yeah. Sure. I've heard of him.
I'm the man who killed him.
[tense music]
[insects buzzing]
Billy, I wanna tell ya something.
I've been thinkin'.
And it seems to me that you... you died.
But somehow, you were reborn.
You ought to use that luck, or whatever that was, that...
that fate...
and just leave your old life behind.
You have Dulcinea,
a daughter, you got a family.
They need you. We, we go, we get this done,
we get Pat,
go back,
and take them across the border,
and you start a whole new life.
I'll go north, to wherever, and I'll do the same.
That makes sense to you, don't it?
Billy.
-Hey! -I heard ya.
[Jesse] So you changed your mind then?
No, I didn't change my damn mind.
I need justice, Jesse. I need it.
For everyone I lost along the way.
For everyone Catron took from me.
Killing Catron is... [scoffs] It's a mistake.
You can't hope to kill a governor,
even a corrupt one, and expect to get away with it.
-That's a fact. -Jesse, I'm asking you
to do this, to stay.
See this through, for me.
Just go and be happy, Billy, for fuck's sake.
[water sloshing]
[knocking at door]
[tense music]
Hello, Pat.
Go away. [clears throat]
What do you mean?
You shouldn't be here.
You want me here.
I want to keep my job.
And you're not old enough.
Well, sure I am.
-Okay. It's past your bedtime. -But...
[knocking at door]
I told you to go away.
Damn you to hell.
[indistinct chatter]
Hey!
What is it?
[grunts]
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey!
My daughter, Lola, says you're messing with her.
She said you've put moves on her.
Tried to rape her. You know what I'm sayin'?!
No, no, no, no. Look, I wanna keep this job, okay?
She made a move on me. Ask her.
I'm not asking her nothing.
She's 16 fucking years of age!
What does she know about any of that stuff?
Quite a lot, if you ask me.
-[sizzling] -[Pat screaming]
[grunts]
Your daughter is a whore.
[breathing heavily]
[ominous music]
[banker] Hey, hey, come back here!
-Let's go, Billy! Woo! -[gunshot]
-Woo! -[banker] Stop those thieves!
[gunshot]
[Emily] Father.
Have you seen this?
A spate of bank robberies.
You know what connects them? They're all branches of my bank.
-So I heard. -You know what else
connects them? Billy the Kid is the robber.
You don't know that. Really, you don't.
People told me they recognized him.
And I told you, Billy the Kid is alive,
and he's out to get me.
The robberies are just a signal.
He's talking to me. That's what he's doing.
He's talking to me.
He's telling me he's coming after me.
Surely you don't believe that.
Even if he is alive, he'd never do anything so stupid.
He could be out there right now,
watching my every move.
[breathing heavily]
Waitin'.
Just waitin'.
[ominous music]
You always found a way of sorting out your problems.
Dealing with them.
Billy's different.
He's not just out there. He's in my fuckin' head.
What am I supposed to do?
I don't know.
-I can't sleep! -[glass thuds]
-[glass clinks] -[liquid sloshes]
-It affects everything. -Edgar used to tell me
I have an overactive imagination.
Maybe you're just the same.
Your husband was a fucking idiot.
He knew jack shit.
I never should have persuaded him to marry you.
You once told me that you wanted to meet Billy the Kid.
Well, maybe now's your chance.
-Go out there and say hello! -Stop it!
I won't talk to you about Edgar,
and I won't talk to you about Billy the Kid ever again.
Do you understand?
[breathing heavily]
Hm. All this is gettin' to me.
Just...
don't forget how much I love you.
I need you.
I want you with me.
You love me, don't you?
Of course I do.
Of course I do. You know that.
[birds chirping]
That should keep us going for a while.
Going where? We lost the trail again.
We ain't gonna find Garrett.
It's like looking for a needle in a haystack.
We're never gonna find him.
[laughing]
W... What?
-We don't have to. -What do you mean?
You ain't gonna believe this.
Read that.
Page 4.
"The Man Who Shot Billy the Kid."
"The Man Who Shot Billy the Kid.
I first interviewed him, after he was sacked
as sheriff of Lincoln County.
I've been fascinated by what happened to the man
who claimed to have shot dead
the famous outlaw Billy the Kid by Pat Garrett.
He never got to claim the massive reward,
and I've discovered since
he's been drifting from place to place
and job to job. Recently reports came in
that Garrett had to flee the town of Goliad
after having some alleged improprieties
with the blacksmith's daughter."
Keep readin'.
"Currently, turns out he does a rather mean,
poorly paid job back in New Mexico
escorting prisoners to their trials.
It can't be what Garrett had in mind
the night he shot the Kid and thought he'd killed him
when he thought he'd become famous
and that he'd made history."
[laughing]
What are the chances?
Well, maybe he's gonna get his chance to be famous, after all.
[laughing]
Ah!
[soft music]
My darling Edgar.
I miss your company
and the way you could make me laugh.
[chuckles softly]
I don't laugh much these days.
I get on okay.
But there's always something missing,
and that's you.
I had hoped we could have children.
I had dreamt about it a lot.
My darling, I still love you.
I still love you and I'll never forget you.
[wind howling]
People say that life goes on,
and of course it does, but everything is different.
You have this kind of empty feeling,
and it doesn't go away.
[crying]
You won't have died in vain, my sweet Edgar.
I promise you that.
[wind howling]
[gasping]
[crying]
[Pat] All right, open 'er up!
Stop. Right there.
Can I have the key?
Thank you.
[ominous music]
All right. Come on.
[adventurous music]
[tense music]
[distant horses]
[banging]
[Pat] Driver, pull over, would ya?
We gotta take a piss.
All right.
There's a nice spot over there for us, okay?
[wind howling]
[keys jangling]
[Pat] After you.
Good.
[sighs]
[prisoner] How much longer 'til we get to where we're goin'?
Shut up and piss.
[bird squawking]
[ominous music]
Don't move. Don't shout. Just walk. Walk.
[urinating]
[sighing]
[Billy] Hello, Pat.
[ominous music]
No, no, no. I killed you.
I know I killed you!
Not quite.
I shot you right in the heart.
You were so close.
So, why are you here?
Charlie Bowdre.
Fred Waite.
Tom O'Folliard. Alexander McSween.
I was just doing my job, Billy.
Nothing more than that.
You can understand that, can't you?
You had a choice.
You had a choice, and you killed my friends.
We're all killers, Billy.
And for what? So you could be famous?
I read your little book.
How does that feel, Pat?
Being famous?
Is it all worth it?
[wind howling]
No.
Sorry. What'd you say?
-I said no. -Oh.
You're a fucking coward.
Yeah, you're right.
But come on, Billy.
Give me a break, will ya?
For old time's sake!
Look at me.
Look at me!
I'll give you a break.
I'll let you draw first.
[chuckling softly]
Come on, Billy.
I'm giving you a chance, Pat.
More than you gave us.
Okay.
[Pat sniffs]
-[gunshot] -[grunts]
[breathing heavily]
[groans]
[chuckling]
Yeah.
[gun clicks]
-I'm-- -[gunshot]
[wind howling]
There's the last buffalo.
[horse snorting]
You coming with me?
No.
You know what I think.
What, even after everything we've been through?
Some fights ain't worth it.
This is where it ends.
-It has to end somewhere. -Jesse, don't do this to me.
Jesse!
-[horse neighing] -[gun cocks]
I told you what I'd do if you walked away from me!
Do what you have to, Kid.
[suspenseful music]
[theme music]