Pat Garrett & Billy The Kid Page #2

Before that rope snaps,|It'll hit you like a bolt of lightning...

...that what I've been telling you|Is the truth!

You'll learn to believe|before I'm finished.

That's 3 to you.

What do you believe in, Bell?

I do believe I'm gonna|have to see that bet...

...and raise you 5.|- Billy...

...somewhere in the Good Book,|it says there's a time for everything.

A time to love, a time to hate...

...a time to kill.

But now it's time|you got close to God, boy.

I heard God's fast...

...but I have to go up in front of him|myself before I'd bet on it.

You will.

Well, that puts me on my way.

I got to go collect a few more taxes.|He's all yours.

Two days, boys.

I count eight days till dawn, Billy.

You'd best be on your knees and making|the acquaintance of your Lord and master.

Pat, keep that mule's a**hole away from me|before I have to break him.

I surely wish you'd try, son.

I got my shotgun full of 16 thin dimes.

Enough to spread you out|like a crazy woman's quilt.

- Bob.|- Why don't you sing a song of Jesus...

...while there's still a way.|- Bob. Bob.

Damn it.

You mess around with him one more time,|I'll send your ass back to Texas.

Don't.

I think I'd like to keep him here a while.

I fold, Billy.

Folding three queens, now, are you?

You must be afraid|I'll go out a loser, Bell.

- I guess I just ain't seeing them.|- Well, I'll tell you what...

...as long as I'm breathing,|let's play it straight.

I ain't sold my saddle like you|and the rest of the town boys, Bell.

Or it's just Bob that smells|like street sh*t over there.

On your knees!

Kiss my ass.

Bob!

Repent, you son of a b*tch!

Sweet Jesus, I repent.

Leave off, Bob! You've gone loco!

I'm going across the street|and have a drink.

I'm thirsty as hell.

I wanna tell you one last thing|personal, Kid.

It's gonna be a loose rope|and a long drop.

That last thump got my guts going.

I need to go to the outhouse.

My horse locoed on me once|coming back from Pacheco.

I cut the second bar in his mouth|and bleed him.

He died on me,|and I ended up walking 40 miles.

I never was much for walking.

Well, I ain't never walked a mile since.

Fell in with a bunch of Mescaleros.

They was just off the reservation,|and I was "suspicioned" of them.

But I had some biscuit on me.|I give it to them, and they just rode off.

That's a hell of a story, Bell.

You know, I believe old Pat's|lost his sand.

He won't come on a man.

You ought not to talk about him that way.|You and him used to be pretty close.

He ain't the same man.

He signed himself over to Chisum|and every other landowner...

...that's trying to put a fence|around this country.

That's what you been doing, ain't it?

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