Pat Garrett & Billy The Kid

.1973 Pat Garrett & Billy the Kid

Thought I told you not to run|them sheep on my land!

It's my land, Garrett.

It became mine when|we signed that lease.

He's right, Mr. Garrett.

I'm paying you off when we get back,|and I'm breaking that goddamn lease.

- I don't allow the law would agree to that.|- What law is that?

Santa Fe Ring law?

Shit.

- Goddamn law is ruining the country.|- Ain't you still a part of that law?

Something wrong with that harness.

I believe they elected you and paid you|good wages for killing the Kid, huh?

You rotten son of a bitch.

- You try your luck, Eno.|- You miss more than anybody else does.

I'll bet on it.

You want the breast or the thigh?

What he always gets.

I want a breast and a thigh.

Jesus Christ!

- Who is it?|- Get down!

Goddamn, that's Garrett.

Hello, Bill.

- It's fair shooting for an old married man.|- Lucky, I guess. How are you, Kid?

- Good to see you.|- Good seeing you.

- Hey, Billy!|- Who's this you got with you?

- Looking good.|- Having some kind of fiesta? Hello, Black.

We always live like this.|You ought to visit us more often.

I reckon the whole damn territory's|gonna be one big open jug for us now.

- Is that right, Pat?|- Ain't that right, Pat?

Take a two-day ride from Lincoln just to pay|me back the 2 dollars you owe me, Pat?

You'd better collect it now, Black.

We ain't gonna be seeing much|of Pat these days.

Say, I understand those Mexican seoritas|are still pretty as ever down there.

Yeah?

I know one's waiting on you, hoss,|with a knife.

- Remember them sisters?|- No. Which ones were they?

That one you got up and asked|how much you owed.

And she said,|"Whatever you think it's worth."

You threw a dime on her pillow.

Glrl said, " If that's all it's worth,|I might as well sew it up."

Son of a bitch.|Come on, I'll buy you a drink.

You don't figure he's too good|to drink with us, do you?

Maybe it's the other way around.

Jesus, don't you get stale|around here, Bill?

Maybe a year or so down in Mexico|will do you some good.

I didn't figure you'd bother|to make a ride out here.

Shit, you know me better than that.

You heard about Eben?

He drowned in the Rio Grande.

Trying to get to that old Mex|you're talking about.

He took two of the posse with him.

I'm sorry to hear that.

I always liked old Eben.

At least he knew when it was|the right time to leave.

We did have some times, didn't we?

It's gotta be pretty hard|to turn your back on all that.

You want it straight?

If that's what you're here for.

The electorate...

...wants you gone.

Out of the country.

But are they telling me,|or are they asking me?

I'm asking you.

But in five days, I'm making you.

Because I might take over sheriff|of Lincoln County.

Old Pat.

Sheriff Pat Garrett.

Sold out to the Santa Fe Rlng.

How does it feel?

It...

...feels like times have changed.

Tlmes maybe.

Not me.

Hey, why don't you stick around.

We got a few days left, ain't we?

No, I gotta get back.

Adis, Pat.

Adis, Bill.

Don't press your luck.

I ain't worried about my luck.

Why don't you kill him.

Why?

He's my friend.

Get on up, Billy.|You hear what I'm saying?

I ain't making no money|watching you boys sleep.

You like to waste the best part|of the damn day.

Let that squirrel loose!|You'll shake it to death.

- I'm just scratching.|- Chisum's cattle is waiting.

Oh, let them wait.

I hate a son of a bitch that gets up|noisy and full of himself.

I ain't in this for my health, hateful.

That's awful.

- Pat ain't gonna like this.|- What?

Coming down hard on him|the day after he got his new badge.

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