Billy the Kid

Hey now, friend.

Can I get you something?

Not yet.

You're Joe Grant, aren't you?

Sure am.

Tell me you're looking out for someone?

That's right.

That's a fine-looking gun, Joe.

You mind if I take a look?

Thanks.

She's a real beauty.

So, tell me...

What's this fellow's name?

He's got several names...

William H. Bonney, Kid Antrim...

...and Billy the Kid.

Know what he looks like?

Well, they say he dresses kinda funny.

Funny?

I mean... unusual.

Now, listen, Joe.

I've never done anything against you,

and I don't want to.

- You don't stand a chance. - Please, Joe.

Believe me, I really do not want to kill you.

Still have a chance, Joe, to save your life.

Take it.

What do you think, that I'm stupid?

Hey, kid, what's happening?

Not much, Bryan.

- Slow down, kid. - Sorry, Joseph!

[indistinct chatter in multiple languages]

- Hey, Mrs. Lam. -

- Here he is. - Yay!

Happy birthday to you, Billy!

Here you go, son. This is all for you.

Thank you, Pa. Where's Ma?

- Here I am! -

- Happy birthday, Billy. - Thank you, Joe.

I adore you and all that you are, Billy...

Each and every day of my life.

Today is no different.

So, Paddy, any luck finding a new job?

No. But I hear there's a contractor called Roth

hiring men down at the docks.

We've all heard that one, Paddy.

Doesn't mean it's true.

There's bound to be something.

Sure, this is one big, busy city.

Jesus.

Well, I've been looking for a while now.

And the truth is, they don't want us immigrants here.

Even us Irish.

Frank, won't you stop that?

Remember what it was like back home?

I'll never forget it, Mary. But here's no different.

The powers-that-be have decided the city's full up,

and we have to move on.

Sure, don't you know that yourself?

Look...

I found this advertisement on the street.

It says there's plenty of jobs out west.

"The Land of Opportunity.

Wanted... healthy men and women

who want to work hard and succeed in life."

I don't know.

What is it you don't know, Paddy?

New York's full of Irish people, just like us.

We don't even know what the West is,

what kind of people are out there.

Paddy, you can bet your bottom fucking dollar

that wherever this is...

sure, the Irish'll be there already.

Are ya asleep?

No.

No, I can't sleep.

Frank said that he and Mary

have almost decided to leave and go west,

given up hope here.

Where are they going?

I don't know. A place called Kansas, I think.

You think we should go with them?

You know what I think, Kathleen.

Yes. But we could work hard and save,

buy a little place,

maybe turn it into a small boarding house and restaurant.

Pat?

What are you thinking?

- Are you crying? - Yeah.

Paddy.

Pat.

Now you listen here, Patrick McCarty.

We did not come all this way to fall at the first hurdle.

The good Lord'll look after us.

We came over here to start a new life, didn't we?

And perhaps our new life was meant to start

right there in Kansas.

What are you doing, Pa?

I'm not sure I want to take this with us.

But we're not coming back.

Why wouldn't you want to take it?

Yeah, you're right.

- - But I'd hate to lose it.

I'm not sure this journey out west is forever.

Maybe we'll all be back here soon.

It just seems wrong... to give everything up.

I don't think we're giving everything up.

We're just going on a journey.

[indistinct chatter and shouting]

Roll up, roll up. Ladies and gentlemen.

A few seats left!

[indistinct chatter, horse whinnying]

Wee bit farther down.

Frank, will you watch the bags, will ya?

Go ahead.

Paddy?

Yes, sir. You heading out west?

Uh, uh, yeah, we're heading to Coffeyville, Kansas.

- A wagon'll cost you $100. - A hundred, uh...

Look, we've got two families. We need two wagons.

Maybe we can strike up a deal.

You're joking, right?

Please. I...

- I don't have the money. - I'm sorry.

Better move along. There's others waiting!

I'm asking for just a tiny bit of kindness in your heart!

Paddy! Paddy, look, there's loads more.

Hi, uh, I just want...

How much is it going to cost us to get to Coffeyville, Kansas?

My wagons for Coffeyville will be $350.

No, I don't have that kind of money.

$350! $350!

We offer safe, comfortable journeys

to your western destination.

Some people say it's rude to stare.

I'm not one of them.

I was just wondering about hiring a driver with one eye.

Well, that's a reasonable thing to wonder.

What's your, uh, friend here have to say about it?

He won't say anything. He can't speak.

Oh. Well, that keeps things simple, I guess.

So, can you see me?

I can see well enough to know that you can't afford

the drivers your folks are talking to.

We want to go to some place called Coffeyville.

- You know it? - I do.

- What are your terms? -

Um... well, young man, I charge $75.

That's a fair price. I don't cheat anyone.

My wagons are almost as beat up as I am,

but they'll get us there.

- Thank you, sir. - My pleasure.

We're headin' to Coffeyville, Kansas.

- But, sir, it's a 6-week trip. - Not now, Billy.

But, Ma, I've found our driver. He only charges $75.

You're charlatans, both of you!

You're fuckin' charlatans! Doesn't make any sense!

- Paddy! Paddy! - This is unbelievable.

Paddy. Billy might have found our ride.

Please, Paddy.

One last chance.

- Where is he? - Over there.

Come on. Go. Go, go!

My son says you charge $75.

Your son is correct. $75 includes, uh...

...protection.

We'll be travelling with others.

We need two wagons.

We barely have $50 each.

It's all I have in the world.

Uh, look, I, um...

All right, then. Two wagons. $50 each.

No protection.