Young Guns II

Mr. Roberts?

William Roberts?

Thought you lost me.

You weren't kiddin', were you?

Charles Phalen, sir.

Stackpole, McFee, Lassiter and Phalen, Attorneys at Law.

How you doing?

So, what is it I can do for you, sir?

I'm dying,

and I wanna go before the Governor.

I wanna be pardoned.

Pardoned? For what?

For the killin' of 21 men.

I was promised a pardon 70 years and three months ago.

And you tell him

that you're bringing in Brushy Bill Roberts,

alias William Antrim,

also known as William H. Bonney.

Whoa, whoa, whoa. William H. Bonney?

Alias "Billy the Kid."

Billy the Kid, huh?

Billy the Kid was shot and killed by Pat Garrett.

Everybody knows that. It's common knowledge.

There are other lawyers around, you piece of chicken shit.

Get back in your vehicle and drive

before I make it 22, just for the goddamn hell of it.

Can you show me some evidence?

Scars or something? I don't know.

Do you have any scars?

What I'm gonna tell you is historical fact.

It took place a year after the great McSween fire of 1878,

what some call the end of the Lincoln County War.

That's him.

When they ask, he drew first.

I got the drop on him.

Say what you will.

I figure to get at least 100 dogies for his trigger finger.

- (HORSES WHINNYING) - (MEN SCREAMING)

Wait.

Do I know you?

Yeah. Yeah, you know me. You do.

Yeah.

Yeah.

What's your name?

Travers. From Tularosa.

Travers...

No.

Why you just didn't wanna hide out up in the canyons

don't make the sense God gave a mule.

I don't know.

Well, now, this here's a dandy.

I'd taken up with Arkansas Dave Rudabaugh

and Patrick Floyd Garrett.

Me and Garrett had a common interest in the horse and cattle trade.

And contrary to what they say, I liked the son of a bitch.

Now, most of the boys that ran with me during that little war

are dead or gone or hiding.

But I never let them push me out.

- New Mexico Territory was my home. - (SNIFFS)

Well...

Shall we give him a proper burial?

Yeah, Why not?

And I was making one hell of a name for myself.

Um, Friday?

Good. Very good, Pietro.

Okay, so we have Friday.

Family.

Fulminate.

What else?

Over there.

A watch? - Watch. Very good.

Uh... (CHUCKLES)

Wobbly!

- (STUDENTS GASPING) - Whoa!

Don't move.

Hey, Dave, put your lips around that.

How you doin', Beaver?

What happened to you?

Padre.

Militia's been through. And the cavalry. And they keep on comin'.

When you was in Guadalupe, they sent in a new governor to clean up.

He's going through the territory like the pox,

runnin' in everybody who fired a shot in the Lincoln War,

draggin' them all back across the whole damn country.

This says General Lew Wallace has proclaimed a state of insurrection.

They're fixin' to do a big exterminatin'.

And, Kid, you're on the top of their hanging list.

They want to put you down.

Are you Billy the Kid?

No, but I am Arkansas Dave Rudabaugh.

You ever hear of me?

I killed 65 men, not counting Mexicans and Indians.

You must have heard of me. Come on. Rudabaugh!

Great.

I'd like some frijoles, and some coffee.

Please.

Get out of here, boy! If I have to tell you one more goddamn time,

- I'll put an iron to you! - Quien es?

Goddamn vagrant. Came out in the orphan train.

- Eatin' out of my ashcans. - Come over here.

Steam bread from my ovens.

You know who I am? - Yes.

"Yes"?

Where are you from? New York?

Pennsylvania. (SNIFFLES)

What you got in that satchel?

Eastern tenderfoot son of a bitch.

Beever, leave him alone. Shut up.

So, what do you want?

You want to just look at me? (LAUGHS)

Uh, go on. Have a look.

I want to ride the trail with the Kid...

Billy the Kid.

Prince of Piss... (STAMMERS)

Prince of Pistoleers.

Hey, Beever!

Hey, Beever, did you hear that? Prince of Pistoleers.

I haven't heard that one before. (CLEARS THROAT)

You want to ride with Billy the Kid? Hmm?

Is that what you want? You want lead shot in your leg like this?

Huh?

How about in your skull?

Hiding out in the damn brush like some kind of lizard.

Everybody in the territory trying to take a shot at you. Boom, boom, boom!

Is that what you want, Mr. Pennsylvania, huh?

Huh? Is that what you want?

Yes.

"Yes"?

Beever, puff with him.

I got you, you little vagrant!

- Get out! - Let go!

- (GRUNTS) - And stay the hell out!

Soldados! Ándale, ándale.

What do you keep botherin' me for?

Can't you see I run a respectable place?

Go on. Bother somebody else, will you?

Shut up, Beever.

Gringo, vente pa 'a ca.

What's the matter? You don't... You only like boys?

Putos. (LAUGHING)

Hey, you bringing someone in?

They got one!

Doc Scurlock. Open her up.

What you doing, boy? Yeah!

Nice to see you again, Doc.

Got a few of your friends waitin' for you.

Scurlock.

I know you. - (CHOKING)

You've been delivered into my hands, you stinking Presbyterian filth!

Chavez. Good to see you.

"When troubles come, they come not single spies,"

"but in battalions."

Josiah G. Scurlock.

I never wrote that. I always wanted to tell you.

William Shakespeare wrote it. You look good.

What about a drink, Doc?

Where did they catch you?

Seven rail days east.

Wife?

Child.

Chavez.

Where the hell is he?

Billy.

Whoa, whoa.

Heavy steps, Patsy.

Hey, gracias.

A messenger came through town today from the new governor.

He wants to meet with you.

He can't catch ya. You're making him look a fool.

Go on.

He wants to talk treaty.

You're boshin' me.

He wants you to turn state's evidence and testify.

Testify against who?

Against the Murphy boys he's got in that pit in Lincoln.

You can hang your old enemies, Kid.

It's the only chance you got to save your neck.

You got no place left to hide.

So everybody's lookin' for me. Hmm.

Hey, Paulita Maxwell around? She lookin' for me?

It's gettin' kinda lonely in here.

No, I don't think Paulita Maxwell is looking for you.