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Dr. Mike.

Well...

I see you brought
the whole brood, Mr. Sully...

...and, uh, then some.

He won't bite
unless it's called for.

Same as everyone, I suppose.

Let's begin, shall we?

Reverend, do you have
that Bible?

Our town's contribution
to this day of promise.

Thank you, sir.

Now, we'll need a stout lad
to hold this during the service.

I'll do it, Mr. Hazen.

Thank you, son.

Put your left hand
on the Good Book

and raise your right.

We can't, yet.

Oh, why's that?

Well, the Cheyenne ain't here.

I thought the idea
of this treaty

was to keep 'em
on the reservation.

The whole idea, Jake,
is we all try to get along.

We gettin' along just fine
without 'em.

Job is Indian agent.

That means I'm their agent
as much as the government's.

Well put, lad.
Well put.

And speak of the Devil.

All right.

Byron Sully, do you,

as a representative
of the United States government,

pledge to maintain
the confidence of the Cheyenne,

to impress upon them our desires
for peace and justice,

to devote yourself to
their welfare and improvement?

I do.

By the powers vested in me

as district supervisor
of Indian affairs,

I now proclaim you

a United States government
Indian agent.

- Congratulations.
- Thank you.

Swearin' in's the easy part.

Now comes the hard.

Whiskey, please,
for me and my friend.

No, thanks.
Can't this wait?

The Cheyenne
need those supplies.

Aw, won't take long.

Now, that's your handbook
to help explain the reports

and the forms you've got
to fill out from time to time.

- But --
- And if you can do it

without snoozin',
you're a better man than I.

And I need you to fill out
that bond for your pay,

$100 a month.

Success!

Oh, now that is
some nice conversation fluid.

Well, that's nothin'.

You oughta try
some of Hank's private stuff.

It's just for friends.

You gentlemen have a problem
with the red man?

We've got a problem with you
fattenin' 'em up on free grub.

It ain't free.

It's fair trade
for givin' up the buffalo.

Now,
don't be so short-sighted.

Peace brings prosperity,
opportunity.

If we're done here,
I'd like to get a move on.

All right.

The freight's over
at the livery.

You got change comin', mister.

Keep it as a reminder of
the possibility of opportunity

and, uh, perhaps next time,
a taste of that private stock.

Let's start
unloadin' these supplies.

Is Cloud Dancing in camp?

Listen.
You will find him.

Pretty tune.

I used it to win
Snow Bird's heart long ago.

Is that the same flute?

In our tradition, a young man

declares his love
by playing a song.

If that love is returned,

the woman
stands outside her tepee

when the man returns
from the woods.

So you courtin' Snow Bird
all over again?

It's a song of gratitude
for the spirits.

See, Snow Bird is...

Pregnant?
Oh, that's wonderful news.

I can hardly believe
it myself.

It's been many winters
since my last child.

Well, there are risks
for older women,

but you're strong and healthy.

Cloud Dancing
must be very happy.

He is, for the first time
since Walks On Cloud was killed.

It is a sign of hope.

Yes.

Your Cheyenne is much improved.

Now, there are precautions
you should bear in mind.

You must rest, and you must eat
whatever you can.

That will not be easy.

I know it's difficult to keep
it down, but please try.

No.
I meant, the herds are gone,

and since the treaty will not
allow our hunters to follow,

food is scarce.

We have always followed
the herds,

always wandered the land.

Now we will be different.

What will we be?

Things are changin'.

I'm hopin'
to change them for the better.

That does not sound
like the Sully I have known.

I fear it is not possible
to walk two roads at once.

Are you talkin'
about the Cheyenne or me?

Both.

- Well, here you are.
- There's nothin' here.

I can't believe this.

What's goin' on?

They sent a lot of things --

soap, wool caps,
thread, needles, fishhooks.

Fishhooks?
My people do not use fishhooks.

There's hardly any food.

They sent coffee, tea,
a little sugar,

one sack of flour, that's it.

No dried beef?

I'll look into it.

Crazy water!

Cloud Dancing,
you have to do something.

- You must stop them.
- I have tried.

I cannot stop a man from walking
the path he chooses.

I thought Franklin
was through with drinkin'.

He has never come back
from the white man's world.

The sickness owns him now.

Good afternoon.

Oh, Michaela,
I'm so glad you're here.

You can see the special issue
on Sully's swearin'-in.

Like lettin' a goat loose
in the cabbage patch,

he'll never keep them
Injuns in line.

He's not there
to be a dictator.

He's -- He's more like
an ambassador to the Cheyenne.

Givin' it a fancy name
don't change the fact

he's the wrong man for the job.

Blessed are the peacemakers,

for they are the children
of God.

Loren,
don't you have an opinion?

Nope.

You're not against
what Sully's tryin' to do?

I'm not against opportunity.

Hey, Ma, look!
Tops, all kinds of 'em.

So there are, so many.

I ordered up a lot
of new merchandise.

Go ahead, Brian, try one out.
Give it a spin.

Ma, come see.

Aren't these earbobs pretty?

Oh, those are gonna sell big,
gone before you know it.

- Can I get a pair, please?
- Oh, I don't know.

I wasn't allowed my first pair
until my coming out.

What exactly were you coming
out of?

My debutante ball.

They call 'em sweet sixteen
parties around here, Jake.

Well, if you need any help
gettin' your ears lanced,

I've done it for ladies before.

Thank you, Jake,
but I believe I can manage.

Does that mean you'll do it?

- Well, piercing may be painful.
- I don't care.

I won't ask for nothin'
the rest of the year.

I promise.

Please?

Oh, Ma.

You're lookin' at that mirror
so hard you're gonna bust it.

I'm not looking at myself,
just my earbobs.

Amazing what girls
will do to look pretty,

stickin' a needle
through your ear.

Now, Matthew, you
scrape a razor across your neck

just because Ingrid
doesn't like whiskers.

Is it so different?

Hmm.

Do you like 'em, Sully?

Yeah, they're real pretty.

Don't bother Sully.
He's doin' his homework.

It is like homework.

I'll help you, if you want.

- You always help me.
- Thanks, Brian.

But according to the rule book,

I gotta fill out these forms
by myself in quadruplicate.

What's quadruplicate?

Means four of everything,
or three too many.

It's hard
to believe all this silliness.

I've got 12 chapters,

14 special directives
by the Secretary of War.

I've got quarterly reports,
monthly reports,

rules and more rules.

I know it's tedious,

but people
already appreciate your efforts.

Why, even Loren...

But I -- I haven't even
done anything yet.

But you will.

You will.

Mr. Hazen.

Agent Sully.

I was about to go out
to the Arapaho reservation

for a couple of days,
check on their agent there.

Thought I'd wet
my whistle before I went.

That shipment
was short on food.

And according to the handbook,
every Cheyenne's

got a right to 1 1/2 pounds
of dried beef per day.

- You actually read the thing?
- Yes, sir.

Well, there's more supplies
and plenty of food on the way.

They've been
without for a long time.

I've heard, in Washington,

that you had a unique
perspective on the red man.

I admire your passion.

I once knew a young politician
in Chicago with passion and, uh,

a much smaller bread wallet
than he's got right now.

Listen, uh, tell me something.

Do you think
they'll keep the treaty,

that they'll stay peaceable?

Won't bite
unless it's called for.

I hope so because if
they leave that reservation,

the Army will surely punish 'em.

Franklin!

Stop it!

How did you get more?

Where did it come from?

That is enough.

Stop.

This is none of your concern.

You are not
our Great White Father.

You don't understand.

This is how a tribe
becomes weak.

Crazy water fills their belly.

It is the only thing
they have to fill.

No.

No, we just brought a new supply
of rations.

Matthew, where's the food?

- There isn't any.
- None?

That can't be.

Farming implements,
shoes, some clothes,

dry goods, pots and pans.

That's all.

Hazen promised me food.

These promises mean nothing.

It's gettin' to be
a tight squeeze in here, Loren.

Yep.
I'm thinkin' of buildin' out.

The town is growin',
so should I.

My stars, I've never seen
so many brand-new Bibles.

Got a good deal on 'em, too.

I could let you have
the whole lot for, uh, $5.

Oh, that's tempting.

We've done
with sharing for so long.

Well, as you say,
the town is growin'.

Don't forget the discount.

Loren took an ad out
in The Gazette,

a runnin' out of room sale.

You get 10%
off any purchase.

That don't work
without the coupon.

All these Bibles for $4.50,
I can't pass that up.

Loren, I need flour,
oats, beef,

as much as I can get for that.

That's a lot of money, Sully.

For the Cheyenne.

The supplies they was promised
didn't come in.

They're starvin' to death.

We got so much,
and they got so little.

It doesn't seem quite right,
does it, Loren?

Is that your whole
month's pay?

- Yeah.
- Don't forget the 10% discount.

I'll take it in rations.
Thank you, Dorothy.

What's a Indian doin'
off the reservation?

Dr. Mike!

Cloud Dancing needs you.
Hurry!

Carbonate of ammonia, please,
Colleen.

What caused this?

Is it poison?

It's a kind of poison,
all right.

These men are drunk, dead drunk.

What can we do for 'em?

Try to get the alcohol
out of their system.

I don't have enough alum
or ipecac.

I'll need all the salt
and snakeroot you can find.

We'll mix it with hot water.

We'll have them drink as much
as they can

to eliminate the whiskey.

And then we'll give
them cold compresses.

Will they survive?

I believe so.

Once they've sobered up, some
of them might wish they hadn't.

Ah. Ah.

I am sorry.
I should have listened to you.

My heart was blocked with anger.

You had reason.

Who sold it to 'em?

Franklin says he traded for it

with the long-haired man
from the saloon.

Hank?

Hank.

We gotta talk.

So talk.

I want you to stop tradin'
rotgut whiskey to the Cheyenne.

I thought you would be happy
I'd finally found some reason

for keepin' them Injuns
'round -- profit.

Your profit from their misery.

I want it to stop.

Some of what I got
in, uh, trade.

You tell me who's profiting
from misery.

Damn Injuns stole them
off settlers

and soldiers they massacred.

You don't know that.

Hell, Hank.
That ain't even tradin'.

That's -- That's liberating.

Yeah, and the more they like
my whiskey, the more they give,

which is the most gratifyin'
part of my line of work,

'cause, uh, once a customer,
a customer for life, like Jake.

Very funny.

If any Cheyenne die from it,

or from drunken fighting,
you'll answer to me.

Sorry, Sully.
Deal's a deal.

What does that mean?

Take it up with your boss.

He's at the general store.

Hey, watch your step.

- Hazen, I wanna talk to you.
- Talk?

Lad, you look painted for war.

You set up trade
between Hank and the Cheyenne?

Oh, well now.

Hank seemed to need a bit
of incentive

to do business with the Indians.

Now, an important part
of our job

is to promote friendly contact
between the races.

Whiskey ain't friendly.

It'll ruin 'em, and you know it.

Alls I know is,
the more the two sides talk,

the easier our job.

How easy things gonna be
if those braves get drunk

and attack?

You could call in the Army.

I mean,
that's what they're there for.

Now, lad, I used to be full
of spit and fire like yourself.

But I tell you,

there's more to this job
than is in the handbook.

I mean,
what we do is damnably hard.

We risk our lives.

You never know when you're gonna
get an arrow in the back.

You deserve some compensation.

Meanin' what?

Meanin' a good trade deal
will triple your salary.

The opportunity is there
for the takin'.

President Grant

told me that the Cheyenne
would get a fair shake.

Well, there's nothin'
unfair about a little whiskey.

I'm not talkin'
about the whiskey.

Where are the rations?

Oh, those beef brokers,
I mean, they're impossible.

I'll send an urgent telegram

to headquarters
in Kansas City immediately.

You better.
Their patience is wearing thin.

So's mine.

We could start
a food collection,

like the Cheyenne
did for us last Thanksgiving.

Now that's a splendid idea,

especially since everyone had
such a good harvest this year.

They can have my tomato patch
that I grew in the garden.

That's the spirit, Brian.

I can't see this town

givin' the Cheyenne anything
but trouble.

Well, if Loren can turn over
a new leaf, why not others?

I gotta do something.

He's just gonna
clear his head.

You know Sully.

Yes, I do.

What are you doin' out here?

Waiting, for you.

Did you find the answer
you sought?

I couldn't hear
the Spirit clear.

Everything's too muddled.

I'm here, Sully.

You can talk to me.

Talk
sometimes confuses things.

And talk sometimes
is the answer.

Please tell me
what's bothering you.

When Abigail passed on,
I left this place for the woods.

I didn't much care
what happened to me.

I didn't eat and sleep.

I would have died
if Cloud Dancing

hadn't found me and taken me in.

The Cheyenne gave me things
I never had before,

filled up the empty places
inside of me.

I was a silver miner, Michaela.

We took metal from the Earth,
and we didn't care much

what the Earth
looked like when we got done.

All that mattered
was the silver.

The Cheyenne taught me
what is precious is the Earth,

and that the spirit
of the people is the people.

It was a gift, wisdom.

I owe them.

And if we lose the Cheyenne,

we're gonna lose something
much more precious than silver.

You're doing
everything possible to help.

There's something else goin'
on here.

I can't put my finger on it,
but I think Hazen knows.

We got here as quickly
as we could.

It is not good.

How long has she been
bleeding?

Since sunrise.

Ergot.

The baby,
will I lose the baby?

Everything's gonna be fine.

Mix 10 drops of oil with water
and give it to her.

You can help me, Snow Bird.

How do I say,
uh, "beautiful" in Cheyenne?

Beautiful...

Did I pronounce it correctly?

Yes.

And the word for "song"?

That right?

And the word for love?

Is that what Cloud Dancing was
playing for you on his flute?

Yes, a beautiful song of love.

Oh! Oh, oh, oh!

Mike.

I wish I could say the words
to take away your pain.

There are no such words.

Is she awake?

I must warn you,
she is very sad.

We call it melancholia
in my medicine.

You mean her heart is broken.

Yes, we call it that also.

What's going on?

Chief Black Kettle has called
for medicine arrow renewal.

The sacred arrows represent
the soul of the people.

When the soul is sick,
their arrows must be renewed.

Because of the liquor?

Yeah.

Dog soldiers are callin'
for an all-out war.

They're blamin' the government

for the death of Cloud Dancing
and Snow Bird's baby.

But it's not entirely
the government's fault.

Didn't you say not eatin'
enough caused it?

Well, there's that, and her age
made it more difficult

for the baby to survive.

She ate enough for the baby,
as I instructed.

But she thought she could give
the food that was meant for her

to the children in the camp.

She simply didn't know
she needed both.

Doesn't change the fact

that more food would have
prevented this from happenin'.

I'm sorry.

I am sorry, too.

Forgive me.

Forgive you?

It is I who should be
asking for forgiveness.

I am the one
who did not protect our baby.

There will be more children.

There will be
no more children.

Please leave me.

He says,
"Our arms are strong...

and our hearts are proud.

But crazy water
makes our arms weak...

and our hearts black."

He blames the whites.

He wants to break the treaty

and form a raiding party
to get food.

Let us break the treaty

and rob the whites
of their crazy water.

He says, "The crazy water
will put out our spirit fire.

If we're to renew
our sacred arrows,

we must drink it no more.

We must keep our word
and never break any treaty.

We must find our path again
or we'll be a lost people...

a people without..."

Hope.

- Morning, folks.
- Horace.

When is the next shipment
of provisions comin' in?

Uh, I don't know nothin'
about that.

But a telegram went out
yesterday

to the Indian Affairs
Headquarters in Kansas?

Mr. Hazen sent it.

I just --
I just want to know the answer.

I wish I could help you,
but, uh...

Horace, it's a matter
of life and death.

- Is this about your oath?
- No, Dr. Mike.

My oath don't cover nothin'
I ain't sent yet.

Surely Hazen couldn't have
forgotten.

He didn't forget.

You wait here.

Hazen!

Agent Sully,
would you care to join us?

- I, uh, I've got --
- You're starvin' the Cheyenne.

Now, lad,
I've already explained it,

the laggardness
of the beef broker.

There's not much I can do except
pester them with telegrams.

You didn't send any telegram.

You're oversteppin'
your authority, Agent Sully.

It's your job
to report upon the Cheyenne.

Are they still peaceable?

Not for long.

You're drivin' them to war.

But that's your point, ain't it?

Is it time
to call in the Army?

That's what you'd like,
isn't it,

so that the Army can punish 'em.

What I'd like?

It is the policy of
this government, your employer,

to find a solution
to the Indian problem.

If they break that treaty,

nobody'll blame us if we find
a final and a lastin' solution.

President Grant
promised me something different.

You forgot, he still
wasn't runnin' for office.

I want those provisions.

They're gone.

Gone?

What do you mean, gone?

Back off, Sully.

There'll be
no more shipments, lad.

No more.

And I'm outta here meself
in a few days.

There's not much more profit
to be made in this town.

Profit?

You sold 'em to Loren?

I'm sendin' a telegram
to President Grant.

Be my guest.

Where'd you get
those arrows from?

None of your business.

They belong to the Cheyenne.

They're sacred to the tribe.

Must've been.

It cost me three whole bottles
of rotgut.

Loren, those supplies you've
been sellin' in your store,

did you buy 'em from Hazen?

Well, I don't know
what you're talkin' about.

They were meant
for the Cheyenne.

Mr. Hazen had no right
selling them,

and you had no right
buying them.

Well, Mr. Hazen
said they was overstock,

and he was offerin' them
at a low price.

Didn't that tell you
somethin'?

Why don't you just calm down?

Leave it to you
to try and ruin a good thing.

What I saw last night, Jake,
wasn't a good thing.

A woman, friend of mine, lost
her baby 'cause of malnutrition.

The things in Loren's store
were stolen from the Indians.

Aw, they wasn't stolen.

I paid cash money for 'em.

Anyways, what's done is done.

Most of the stuff's
been sold already.

Can't do nothin' about it now.

Not that you would anyway.

If I hadn't bought the stuff,
someone else would've.

And maybe they would'a gotten
to the people who needed 'em.

Sully!

Sully, a telegram come for ya...

from the White House.

You're gettin'
to be an important man.

The President
answered you right back.

What's he say?

What is it, Sully?

Good news, huh?

Read it yourself.

Sure sounded like good news.

"You're doing a fine job.

I fully support you
and Superintendent Hazen

in your endeavors.

Signed
President Ulysses S. Grant."

Does that mean
he likes what's goin' on?

It means Sully was set up
from the start.

I'm sorry.

Grant's people used me.

They just want to keep
the Cheyenne quiet

'til they're weak enough
to finish 'em off.

But at least you tried to --

And what good did it do?

I'm done.
I tried it your way.

It didn't work.

I'm quitting.

I don't blame you.

No argument?

None whatsoever.

Is it what you would do?

To be totally honest,
I don't know.

But I understand
and respect your decision.

I can't stop the government.

But there's something
I can do for the Cheyenne,

if I'm truly an Indian agent.

In Isaiah we read,

"And the greedy dogs
are not satisfied.

They are shepherds
who have no understanding.

They have all moved
to their own way,

each one to his unjust gain,
to the last one."

At this time we usually
pass the collection plate,

but I've asked Sully here

to help us gather
what doesn't belong to us,

starting with your Bibles.

Thank you, Reverend.

Truth is, Cheyenne don't need
your Bibles or your earbobs

or your fishhooks.

They need food,
as much as you can spare

and as quick
as we can get it to 'em.

Aw, they wouldn't need so much
if they traded for good stuff

instead of just for liquor.

- Amen to that.
- You certainly ate the food

they offered you
last Thanksgiving, Jake.

Dr. Mike's right.

I ate what they brung,
and I -- I can spare some.

Thank you, Horace.

I'll pledge what I can, too.

No, you won't.
It's not your store.

I'm not pledging
for the store.

I'm pledging for me.

Well, you can count me out.

They got my watch
and a good horse.

You make them Injuns strong,
you're cuttin' your own throat.

Michaela.

I'm grateful for what you
did in there, Dorothy.

Well, I had my reasons,
for that and for this.

I found out where Loren
is storin' the government food.

Look at this.

There must be
enough provisions here

to last the Cheyenne months.

What do you say
we get it to 'em?

I say yes.

I told you they was theivin'.

Ain't thievin', Jake.
We're liberatin'.

Can't steal what already
belongs to you.

Look at the markings
on these crates.

Aw, I bought them goods
fair and square.

Why, I could have
you arrested for stealin'.

You do that, Loren,

and we'll see what the federal
marshal has to say.

We'll let him decide
who this food belongs to.

Aw, the heck with it!
Let 'em have it.

It's gettin' to be more trouble
than it's worth, anyway.

A word, please, Agent Sully.

I regret that we part
as enemies.

It's your choice.

I did what I had to do,
what I was ordered to do.

Not good enough, Hazen.

There are far worse than me --

men who take squaws
as concubines,

banish them they dislike,
rule as despots.

Some even call themselves Chief.

And that makes
what you've done right?

I could be in this job,
or you could be in this job,

or the Marquess of Queensberry,
it wouldn't matter.

The government will get
what it wants.

It always does.

That's just an excuse.

It doesn't have to be that way.
You could have stopped it.

I commend you
for your idealism, lad,

but life will change ya,
as it does all of us.

Sully isn't an idealist,
Mr. Hazen.

And idealist is someone

who merely
contemplates a better world.

Sully's prepared to fight
to make that world a reality.

I expect your quarterly
reports to be prompt

and in quadruplicate.

We'll be watchin' closely.

So will I.

Hyah!
Come on, giddup!

One more thing I got to get.

Came to watch me cook up
libation for your friends?

Got the recipe from your boss.

Strychnine sugar?

To hook 'em.

Red pepper?

To give it a good,
strong kick.

Free sample?

Came for the medicine arrows.

- I ain't sellin' 'em.
- I ain't buyin' 'em.

You're helpless
without your skull-cracker.

Not that helpless.

Your courtship song.

It is a reminder
to Snow Bird of what was,

and yet may be again.

I give you my thanks.

And I give you mine,
for all your gifts to me.