02x04 - The Day of the Dead

[bunniefuu]

Previously on "Billy the Kid"...

[BRADY] This store is no longer trading.

Please go home.

[BREWER] Sheriff Brady, I do not believe

you are serving justice.

You're only workin' for the House.

[JESSE] We do what we want, boys.

We are the f*ckin' law.

We've got the g*ns,

and the House is a f*ckin' institution.

It's gettin' real
dangerous here in Lincoln.

- [g*nsh*t]
- Uhh!

[BILLY] You gotta practice every day.

This thing's about to
get real messy real quick.

[MCSWEEN] Sheriff Brady and a posse

will arrive here in the morning

to serve you with a writ
and seize all of your horses.

[BILLY] You should defend the ranch.

Protect your property.

[TUNSTALL] I don't want any
of these people to die for me.

We're at w*r. We gotta fight 'em.

[TUNSTALL] I was just thinking
that we could move the horses

before the sheriff gets here.

[JESSE] They struck out from
Tunstall's ranch around dawn.

Picked up their trail.

Finally, we tracked
down Tunstall himself.

We told him to surrender.

He fired at us, and we fired back.

[BILLY] I swear on my mother's grave,

I will k*ll every man
involved in your m*rder,

or die myself in the
attempt, so help me God.

I have to take the
law into my own hands.

- You told me you changed.
- [GRUNTS]

The next time I'll see your face
will be on a "Wanted" poster.

But I want you all to
appreciate that if you respond

to this act of v*olence in kind,

then there will be a lot of bloodshed.

[g*nsh*t]

[g*nsh*t]

Then let there be bloodshed.

[THEME MUSIC PLAYING]

♪

[OMINOUS MUSIC PLAYING]

[MANUELA, IN SPANISH]

[HORSE WHINNIES]

[IN ENGLISH] Things are
moving really fast, Billy.

The Regulators have all
been charged with the m*rder

of Baker and Morton.

You're wanted men now, and
you'll be arrested on sight.

We should quit Lincoln
County for a while.

No. I'm not finished here yet.

There's more. I've
been ordered to appear

before the district court
to face those charges

of false accounting and
embezzling state funds

that Murphy and his pals cooked up.

- You gonna go?
- [MCSWEEN] It's the only chance I have to clear my name.

The charges against
me are so ridiculous,

no jury would ever convict me.

I'll walk out of there a free man.

Just be careful.

♪

When's the court date?

[RILEY] It's the end of the month.

There's a good chance the jury
won't find against McSween.

- You know that, right?
- I know that.

We gotta make sure that he
doesn't have his day in court.

How do we do that?

McSween's gotta come out of
hiding to attend court, right?

Well, then, we'll just get
Sheriff Brady to apprehend him

before he gets there, serve him
with a warrant for his arrest,

then throw him in jail.

[SIGHS] And once he's all locked up,

we'll just get one of our
own judges to make sure

he's convicted, and
then we'll just hang him.

Yes. Yes.

But then what if Billy
and the Regulators

- ride into town with him?
- Well, then they'll all

be arrested and thrown
in jail themselves.

Anyway...

they wouldn't dare.

Even so, I do think we need
to arrange a little something

on the day that makes it more difficult

for the Regulators to intervene.

Like what?

I've got an idea.

[SATURNINO, IN SPANISH]

[COINS CLATTER]

[COINS CLINK]

[IN ENGLISH] So, there's something

I wish to discuss with you, Saturnino.

It is time to promote the vigor

and the economic strength of the House.

With Tunstall out of the way,

we've the monopoly in Lincoln now.

We need to take advantage.

We need to pull in new customers.

So, I'm suggesting that we have
a little festival in the town.

And I need your help with that.

I'm imagining horse races
in the center of the Plaza,

rooster fights, fandangos,
and there'll be music, and...

Jesse and his men...
they'll do security.

That sounds like fun, huh?

Which date?

I was thinking that we might do it

the last day of the month.

The day of the McSween court case, no?

That's right.

[SOFT, EERIE MUSIC PLAYING]

Bring on the festivities, my friend.

Good.

[INDISTINCT CHATTER,
DOG BARKING IN DISTANCE]

Wish me luck.

- [CLICKING TONGUE]
- [HORSE NICKERS]

I'm gonna follow them,

just to make sure he gets there alive.

[OMINOUS MUSIC PLAYING]

[WHISTLES]

- [INDISTINCT CHATTER]
- I don't know.

[g*n COCKS]

[WAITE] It's Brewer!

It's Brewer.

[BREWER] I came as soon as I could.

One of the sheriff's
deputies I got friendly with

told me that McSween is
gonna be served with a warrant

for accessory to m*rder.

What, so he doesn't even
make it to the court?

No. He told my friend that
once McSween is behind bars,

he'll be found guilty and hanged.

What time's he due in the courthouse?

[BREWER] o'clock.

[SIGHS] sh*t.

Well, that's not happenin'.

I'm riding into Lincoln. Who's comin'?

What are you gonna do?

I'm gonna stop Brady.

How are you gonna do that?

[HORSE WHINNIES IN DISTANCE]

None of you have to come,
but I'm going either way.

[GEORGE] I'm in.

- Vámonos.
- Count me in.

Yeah, me, too.

No.

You're not coming, Tom.
You're not getting involved.

Why not? I'm already involved.

Tom, you don't realize, you know,
what this could mean for you...

in the long term.

I joined you because I
believe in you, Billy.

I'm comin' to Lincoln with you,
whether you want me to or not.

[HORSE WHINNIES IN DISTANCE]

All right.

I guess I would have said the same.

- Let's go.
- Let's do it.

[LAUGHTER, INDISTINCT CHATTER]

[HORSES WHINNYING]

[SPEAKING IN SPANISH]

[g*nsh*t]

[CHEERING]

[INDISTINCT SHOUTING]

[CHEERING CONTINUES]

[RILEY] Jesse!

Come on up!

[MURPHY] Jesse.

[SIGHS]

[RILEY] Thanks for comin'.

Sheriff Brady will be along shortly.

He'll have his deputies, but stay sharp.

Now once we've arrested McSween
in front of the courthouse,

all of our troubles will be over.

The Regulators are outlaws.
They can come if they like.

They will end up behind bars.

Maybe it's just a little
too early to write off Billy.

Listen. I keep gettin'
told about the kid,

like he's some sort of magician,

or special, or different
from everyone else.

I don't believe it.
I've never believed it.

He's a kid, and like all kids,

he's full of bravado, with
f*ck-all to show for it

but this fake reputation.

You don't know Billy like
I know Billy, Mr. Riley.

He is different.

God help you when you find that out.

[OMINOUS MUSIC PLAYING]

[HORSE BLUSTERS]

[CHEERING, LIVELY SPANISH MUSIC PLAYING]

[CLUCKING]

[CHEERING, INDISTINCT SHOUTING]

[WOMAN] Ay, Dios mio!

[INDISTINCT CHATTER IN SPANISH]

[OMINOUS MUSIC PLAYING]

[g*n CLICKING]

[LIVELY MUSIC PLAYING,
INDISTINCT CHATTER]

[HORSE BLUSTERS]

♪

[HORSES WHINNY]

[HORSES BLUSTER]

[LIVELY SPANISH MUSIC
PLAYING IN DISTANCE]

[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYING]

[SCOFFS]

[LIVELY SPANISH MUSIC
CONTINUES IN DISTANCE]

♪

♪

[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYING]

[g*n COCKING]

[g*nshots]

- [GRUNTS]
- [SCREAMING]

[SHOUTING IN SPANISH]

[MAN] They sh*t Brady!

[SCREAMING]

[SHOUTING INDISTINCTLY]

[SCREAMING]

Aah! Uhh!

[SHOUTS INDISTINCTLY]

- Whoa.
- [g*nf*re IN DISTANCE]

There's trouble in town.
Head up to your house.

I gotta get the warrant! Cover me!

- [GEORGE] Go, go, go!
- [g*nshots]

Get him! Come on!

Look alive, boys! Jesse's
comin' down the road!

[JESSE] Come on, let's go!
Let's move it out! Go, go, go!

[g*nf*re]

I got it! I got it!

- Get out!
- [GRUNTING]

[GRUNTING]

Here, hold me.

[PANTING]

- [BILLY] sh*t, Tom.
- [TOM] You okay?

No, I'm fine. It's nothing.
You're in a bad way, though.

Ah, sh*t, Tom.

[GEORGE] Buckshot's with 'em too!

[g*nshots CONTINUE]

[YELLING AND GROANING]

Get him outta here.

[TOM GASPING]

You! You were supposed to make sure

that Sheriff Brady
got to the courthouse!

He's dead! What the f*ck happened?!

- The Kid!
- He's only f*ckin' one man!

How many did you bring?

They don't wanna get involved.
This is gringo business!

[RILEY] f*cking
Mexicans. I shoulda known.

- Can you walk?
- I'll hold 'em off.

He's bleeding out, Billy.
Just get him outta here!

[GROANING AND YELLING]

[g*nsh*t]

What in God's name is happening?

I don't know.

How many men are
behind that wall, Jesse?

Five, six, maybe.

- The wagon?
- Right.

- Clear them all out.
- Buckshot, we're gonna move up.

That's what I'm payin'
you for. Clear them out!

That's them!

Close, Buckshot!

Reload!

[b*llet WHIZZES]

[PANTING]

[UNDER BREATH] Billy, where are ya?

Where the f*ck are ya?

[HORSE BLUSTERS]

[GRUNTING]

[GROANING AND CRYING]

You're not gonna get far with that leg.

[HORSE BLUSTERS]

[BILLY] Hold on, Tom.
Come on. [CLICKS TONGUE]

- [JESSE] Buckshot? Buck!
- [BUCKSHOT] Move!

- What? What?
- Go! Move!

- [BUCKSHOT] f*ckin' move!
- Right!

- Hold on!
- Left! Left!

[GRUNTING]

[g*nf*re CONTINUES]

Hold on! [SHOUTS]

[g*n COCKS, g*nsh*t]

[GRUNTING AND YELLING]

- Whoa. Whoa.
- [GROANS]

[HORSE BLUSTERS]

[GRUNTS]

Whoa.

[GRUNTING]

All right, I got you.

[GRUNTING]

[GRUNTING]

Ready?

[GROANING LOUDLY]

[g*nshots CONTINUE]

[INDISTINCT SHOUTING]

[SHOUTS INDISTINCTLY]

f*ck! f*ck. My hand. f*ck me.

That's too much blood.
We need more bandages.

Right here.

[CLOTH RIPPING]

- Billy.
- What, Tom? What?

You gotta get outta here.

- Can we move him?
- No. He'll bleed out.

It's best he stays here.

You two have to leave now.

- What?
- You can't stay here alone.

[g*nf*re IN DISTANCE]

Leave now. I'll be fine.

Uh, we have to find
him somewhere to hide.

Okay. McSween, help me move this.

[GRUNTING]

Here, this'll do.

Get him water, food, blankets.

[GRUNTING]

[GEORGE] sh*t. I'm jammed!

[g*nf*re CONTINUES]

Jesus!

f*ck.

We gotta fall back.

[GEORGE] We gotta pull out!

[BREWER] Get ready to run like hell!

Ready?

[GEORGE] Cover me!

[BREATHING HEAVILY]

- [GRUNTS]
- Oh, f*ck.

Go, go, go, go! Down, down!

Oh, f*ck!

Go, go!

I got this! Get outta here!

[GEORGE] Fall back!

Let's move.

[INDISTINCT SHOUTING]

[GRUNTS]

I got him!

[HORSE WHINNIES]

[JESSE] f*ck!

Boys, come on!

[WHIMPERING]

Come on!

[HORSE GRUNTING]

Go! Go! Let's go, boys!

Hyah! Hyah!

Come on!

You stay quiet. I'll come
back for you. I promise.

I'll be waitin'.

Okay. Go. I'll be fine.

[DOOR CLOSES]

[HORSE WHINNIES AND BLUSTERS]

Come on, boys.

Hyah! Hyah!

Come on.

Hyah!

[HORSE WHINNIES]

[OMINOUS MUSIC PLAYING]

- Go, boys!
- Come on.

That's blood!

[WHISTLES]

[GASPS]

What do you want?

The wounded man... where is he?

[MRS. MCSWEEN] He was able
to leave with the others.

[RILEY] Was Billy with him?

Assisting a felon can
get you ten years in jail.

- Anything upstairs?!
- [MAN] Nothin', Mr. Riley.

I think you know something,
and I think you're not saying.

- No, sir.
- You're lying.

- You're lying.
- [JESSE] They're long gone.

Don't waste your f*ckin' time.

Come on, boys! Let's go!

[BREATHING HEAVILY]

You f*ckers failed.

You had Billy the Kid in your
sights, and you let him go.

He vanished like a f*ckin' ghost.

I told you, he was
riding into town. He...

I know what you told me!

And it's bullshit.

You put a b*llet in
Billy's head and what?

He dies.

[SIGHS]

[BUCKSHOT] I'll k*ll him.

What?

I'll do it myself.

I'll hunt him down like a wild animal.

- And I'll k*ll him.
- Well, that's the spirit!

We go after Billy. That's
all. That's what this is about!

I'm tired of your excuses.

You're f*ckin' failures.

♪

Is he dead?

No, he's alive.

Maybe only just. But he's alive.

[MCSWEEN] God be praised!

[GRUNTING]

[GROANING]

[MRS. MCSWEEN] It's okay. It's okay.

[BREATHING HEAVILY]

It's okay.

[CLICKING TONGUE]

[CROW CAWING]

[COUGHING]

[EERIE MUSIC PLAYING]

[MURPHY] My fellow citizens,
we're gathered here today

to mourn the passing of
our truly wonderful sheriff,

our very own Sheriff Brady

and three of his dedicated
and brave deputies,

all of whom d*ed in the
course of their duty,

gunned down by a criminal g*ng

recruited by the
Englishman, John Tunstall.

But John Tunstall... he failed!

But what he left behind
is a violent group

of outlaws and murderers,
all led by one man!

One man who goes by the
name of Billy the Kid!

He's a seasoned k*ller,
just for the fun of it!

And he's a danger to everyone
as long as he remains alive.

So, what we need to do here is,

we need to find him and his g*ng,

and we need to bring 'em all to justice!

[CHEERING]

And I'm talking American justice!

Real justice!

I know that no one
will ever be satisfied

until Billy the Kid swings
on the end of a rope!

[CHEERING]

At the end of a f*ckin' rope!

Back so soon, Mr. Walz?

Have you no other business to attend to?

Mr. Catron is actually
very concerned, Mr. Riley.

He's very concerned that
things are completely

out of control here.

Sheriff Brady's m*rder, on Main Street,

in broad daylight, is an
appalling and horrifying crime.

Now with a reputation as a
m*rder capital, as a lawless,

outlaw-infested place,
who is going to invest

their money in Lincoln County?

The value of Mr. Catron's
considerable properties

and assets here is being shredded.

So, Mr. Riley...

what are you going to do about it?

We all know who k*lled Brady.

When we hunt down Billy,
and we disperse his g*ng,

our troubles will be over.

You make me laugh.

The Kid can do what he likes here,

and you can't do anything about it.

I can assure you, Mr.
Walz, it won't be long

before you're hearin' of
Billy the Kid's demise.

I really doubt that. Really doubt that.

And Mr. Catron doubts it, too,
which is why he's just appointed

a new sheriff in Lincoln County.

A sheriff who's pledged to
drive each and every gunman

and outlaw out of this territory
and restore law and order.

I suggest you cooperate with him.

What's his name?

Who's the new sheriff?

You'll know soon enough, Mr. Riley.

You'll know soon enough.

Hola, Juan. ¿Cómo estás?

Bien. How about you, Billy?

Yeah, I'm fine. It was just a nick.

Poor Tom's still
struggling to walk, though.

- And Waite here...
- Mm-mm.

What I have to tell you, Billy,
the death of Sheriff Brady

has created an uproar in the town.

Many people supported him,
and they tell me it was wrong

to ambush a lawman just doing his duty.

He wasn't just doing his duty.

He was doing Murphy's dirty work.

I know.

Have they appointed a new sheriff yet?

I don't know. But they tell me,
the first thing they're gonna do

is issue warrants for
the arrest of all of us.

They'll come after us hard, Billy.

Yep.

[PATRON] sh**ting a sheriff
is a capital offense.

Brady had it coming. We all knew that.

I still think we should
sit tight here for a while,

let the uproar die down a little.

I also agree with d*ck.

Let's just stay quiet for a while.

Hang 'round here till
the heat goes away.

We're not just dealing with
the House here... or the law.

We're dealing with Jesse.
And we struck against him.

He was hired to protect Murphy's assets,

and that included Sheriff Brady,

so he's gonna wanna strike back.

We can't just sit around here

pretending that's not gonna happen.

We should take the fight to him.

[BED CREAKS]

[SOFT MUSIC PLAYING]

[SPEAKING SPANISH]

Billy.

Hola.

This is my nephew, José.

He's been looking out
for the Seven Rivers g*ng.

Hola, José.

Did you find them?

Sí. I saw them yesterday,
riding along Ruidoso.

Was Jesse Evans with them?

Yes, señor. He was leading them.

- And you can take us to 'em?
- Of course.

[IN SPANISH]

[GRUNTS]

[IN ENGLISH] What the
hell are you doing, Tom?

[GRUNTS] I'm comin' with you.

Nah! You're still injured.
You can't even ride.

No, really, I'm fine.

Nah. Not this time. You stay here.

[OMINOUS MUSIC PLAYING]

- [HORSE WHINNIES]
- Whoa.

[JOSÉ] These tracks... they look fresh.

[GEORGE] How many?

About a dozen or so, I reckon.

Looks like they split up.

All right, Charlie, Juan, and his men,

follow those tracks.

The rest of you, with me.

[HORSES WHINNYING]

♪

Look.

[BECKWITH] That's Billy.

Roberts, it's Billy. Let's go.

[BILLY] That's them. Cover!

Take cover!

- [BILLY] Cover!
- Cover!

[g*nf*re]

[HORSE WHINNIES]

[MAN, IN SPANISH]

It's Jesse.

[g*nf*re CONTINUES]

[GRUNTING]

[JESSE] Hyup, hyup.

[g*nf*re]

- [GRUNTS]
- [HORSE WHINNIES]

[BREATHING HEAVILY]

[CHARLIE] I'll just
take the high ground!

Billy, that's a pretty exposed run.

Yeah.

You ready? Go.

- Cover!
- Cover!

- [GEORGE] Go!
- [GRUNTS]

- Come on. Come to me.
- You got a sh*t?

[g*nf*re CONTINUES]

[GRUNTS]

[BUCKSHOT] Cover!

Aah!

[GRUNTS]

- Oh, sh*t.
- [LAUGHS]

[BILLY] sh*t.

Oh, sh*t.

Buckshot, you see him?

[COCKS g*n]

- [BUCKSHOT] Up there!
- [g*nf*re]

Move!

Move! Aah!

- Move!
- Up on the ridge!

They're leaving.

Aah!

[SIGHS]

- They gone?
- Y'all stay on 'em.

I'm gonna check for Charlie.

[g*nf*re]

[PATRON, IN SPANISH]

[PATRON] No!

No!

[BREATHING HEAVILY]

[g*nf*re IN DISTANCE]

[JESSE, IN ENGLISH] Drop
it! Put your hands up now!

Drop it! f*ckin' drop it!

Put it down! Now!

Drop it!

So, you're Billy's new friend, eh?

Where is the Kid?

'Cause we want him. We
wanna hear him bleed,

and then we're gonna
fry him up for breakfast.

I said, where the f*ck is he?!

Where is he? Huh?

[BILLY] Jesse!

[HORSE BLUSTERS]

[DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING]

I didn't k*ll the Englishman.

[BILLY] You still have a chance, Jesse.

Take it. Hyah! Hyah!

[EERIE MUSIC PLAYING]

[INSECTS CHIRPING]

[KNOCKS ON DOOR]

So, our new sheriff.

Come on in. Have a drink.

It's good to see you.

I know Mr. Catron
interviewed many candidates.

You obviously made the grade,
so congratulations to you.

I guess you know what we're faced with.

Your job, as I see it, is pretty simple.

You hire a posse, and
you run the Regulators

out of Lincoln County once and for all.

[MAN] I understand.

I have to deal with Billy the Kid.

That doesn't frighten me.

What's your name again?

[MAN] My name's Garrett.

Pat Garrett.

♪