Pat Garrett & Billy The Kid

Synopsis: It's 1881 in New Mexico, and the times they are a'changing. Pat Garrett, erstwhile travelling companion of the outlaw Billy the Kid has become a sheriff, tasked by cattle interests with ridding the territory of Billy. After Billy escapes, Pat assembles a posse and chases him through the territory, culminating in a final confrontation at Fort Sumner, but is unaware of the full scope of the cattle interests' plans for the New West.
Director(s): Sam Peckinpah
Production: MGM Home Entertainment
  Nominated for 1 BAFTA Film Award. Another 3 nominations.
Rotten Tomatoes:
122 min

.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?


- 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 b*tch.

- 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.


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 b*tch.|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.

Sh*t, 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?


...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.


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 b*tch 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.

Hell, there ain't no way|he's gonna know.

I ain't afraid of Pat Garrett.

Well, all right, a little bit.


I'd best go get them horses watered.

Goddamn Chisum.

How'd he know we was here?

- Hell, that's Garrett.|- Goddamn him too.

Now he's got Bell and half the town|of Lincoln out there with him.

Hold your fire!

Hold your fire!

Hold it!


Come on out!|You don't have a chance!

What are you taking me in for?

Which one was that?

Buckshot Roberts.

For the killing of Buckshot Roberts!

Hell, that was a year ago.

I shot him straight up.

Come on in, Pat!

I'll warm your breakfast!

Guess he ate.

They're closing down|the store on us for sure.

Why not?

Maybe it's time you took a walk.

Hell, yes.

Why not?

I can still hold a gun.

We gotta move. I'm going fast.


I'm going now, so, by God,|let's get on with it.


I ain't afraid of him now.

Hold your fire! We're coming out!

Hold it!

- You go left. I'll go right.|- Mlght be they ain't circled us.

Might be the dog would've caught|the rabbit if he hadn't thought to sh*t.

Where are the goddamn horses?

- That's enough!|- Hold it! Hold it!

All right, Kid!

Come on out if you're still alive!

Game's over!

Coming out, Pat!

You're in poor company, Pat.

Yeah, I'm alive, though.

So am I.

I never figured to hear you brag|on being a working man.

Well, I never figured you|for the law either.

It's just a way of staying alive.

No matter what side you're on,|you're always right.

And I aim to live to be rich,|old and gray.

That's a fine ambition, Pat.

You keep thinking like that.|I'll think on how I'll spend your money.

Only thing you've got|to think about...

...Is when you stand before|the highest court there is.

May it sit in judgment|on your rotten soul.

Now, you listen. Listen to me good.

Rate this script:0.0 / 0 votes

Rudy Wurlitzer

Rudolph "Rudy" Wurlitzer (born January 3, 1937) is an American novelist and screenwriter.Wurlitzer's fiction includes Nog, Flats, Quake, Slow Fade, and Drop Edge of Yonder. He is also the author of the travel memoir, Hard Travel to Sacred Places, an account of his spiritual journey through Asia after the death of his wife Lynn Davis' 21-year-old son. more…

All Rudy Wurlitzer scripts | Rudy Wurlitzer Scripts

0 fans

Submitted on August 05, 2018

Discuss this script with the community:



    Translate and read this script in other languages:

    Select another language:

    • - Select -
    • 简体中文 (Chinese - Simplified)
    • 繁體中文 (Chinese - Traditional)
    • Español (Spanish)
    • Esperanto (Esperanto)
    • 日本語 (Japanese)
    • Português (Portuguese)
    • Deutsch (German)
    • العربية (Arabic)
    • Français (French)
    • Русский (Russian)
    • ಕನ್ನಡ (Kannada)
    • 한국어 (Korean)
    • עברית (Hebrew)
    • Gaeilge (Irish)
    • Українська (Ukrainian)
    • اردو (Urdu)
    • Magyar (Hungarian)
    • मानक हिन्दी (Hindi)
    • Indonesia (Indonesian)
    • Italiano (Italian)
    • தமிழ் (Tamil)
    • Türkçe (Turkish)
    • తెలుగు (Telugu)
    • ภาษาไทย (Thai)
    • Tiếng Việt (Vietnamese)
    • Čeština (Czech)
    • Polski (Polish)
    • Bahasa Indonesia (Indonesian)
    • Românește (Romanian)
    • Nederlands (Dutch)
    • Ελληνικά (Greek)
    • Latinum (Latin)
    • Svenska (Swedish)
    • Dansk (Danish)
    • Suomi (Finnish)
    • فارسی (Persian)
    • ייִדיש (Yiddish)
    • հայերեն (Armenian)
    • Norsk (Norwegian)
    • English (English)


    Use the citation below to add this screenplay to your bibliography:


    "Pat Garrett & Billy The Kid" STANDS4 LLC, 2024. Web. 1 Mar. 2024. <>.

    We need you!

    Help us build the largest writers community and scripts collection on the web!

    Watch the movie trailer

    Pat Garrett & Billy The Kid


    The Studio:

    ScreenWriting Tool

    Write your screenplay and focus on the story with many helpful features.