All language subtitles for The.Scalphunters.1968.1080p.BluRay.x265-RARBG_4_English

My mother was a baptist, boys

my father was a Jew

my sister married an orphan

at the battle of Waterloo

don't ever kiss the hindu boys

unless you are engaged

true love is never found with girls

who dance upon the stage

Andy Jackson saw a bear

and chased him up a tree

the hound dog would've caught the fox

if he hadn't stopped to...

My mother was a baptist, boys

my father was a Jew

my sister married an orphan

at the battle of Waterloo

Hello, two crows.

Joe bass.

Like hell we will.

Damn your darlin' eyes.

I spent the whole winter gettin' them furs,
and they're not for trade here!

What the hell do I want with him?

I don't care how you got him.

Wait a minute!

I know he's brave as a buffalo.
You don't have to slice him up.

I don't want him.

You're all right, two crows.

You oughta be a white man.

They'd make you captain of the steamboat
and president of the bank.

Just because you own this damn country.

What the hell are you standing there for?

- Can't you speak English?
- No, sir.

What do you mean, "no, sir"?

I mean I wish I didn't.

Come over here.

Turn around.

You sure don't look like
you're worth no pack horse

and a winter trappin' of furs.

No, sir, I'm not.

In fact, sir, I'm not worth anything.

What's your name?

Joseph winfield Lee.

Formerly of the comanche tribe,
until stolen by the kiowas.

You've come a long way from home.
You run away?

As the spirits directed me, sir.

You don't talk like a field slave.

You kill anybody when you ran off?

No, sir. That's contrary to the law.

You think what those Indians
did to me wasn't contrary to the law?

- Just 'cause I'm trespassin'?
- No, sir.

"Let the buyer beware."
I've heard that said.

Where'd you learn all them wise remarks?

I was privileged to associate...
In my capacity.

It was one of the highest educated
families in Louisiana.

I can read, write and cipher.

Don't brag on it.

Pick up that bag and let's go.

Where are we going, sir?

To get my furs back.
Where the hell do you think?

Can I ask you a question, sir?

How do you plan to fight all those kiowas?

By a natural application
of superior tactics,

Massachusetts wit and left-handed skill.

You're gonna shoot 'em, sir?

Hell no.

There's a cask of trade rum in that pack.

I'd say about a night, them Indians
will have themselves a drunk party,

and I'll get back my pack horse and furs.

- What about me, sir?
- I'll just sell you to the highest bidder.

Could you make that to a comanche, sir?

You seem to have an uncommon prejudice
against service for the white-skinned race.

I don't mean to be narrow in my attitude.

Could I ask you what's your name, sir?

Joe bass.

Well, Mr. Bass,
couldn't you kind of consider me

a captured comanche?

I came on my own two feet
as far as the comanches.

It was my intention to circle south,
as far as Mexico.

The Mexicans have a law
against the slavery trade.

And since those Indians
captured me from other Indians,

I have now got full Indian citizenship.

Joseph Lee, you ever study the law?

- No, sir.
- Neither did I.

But you ain't got a chance in hell
of callin' yourself an Indian.

You're an African...

Slave by employment, black by color.

You ain't gonna walk good enough
for me to catch up with them kiowas.

I guess I'm a failure as a pack horse, sir.

Man don't ever say quit, Joseph Lee.

No, sir, he doesn't.

Hand me that bag.

Grab onto her tail.

Now you see the superiority
of the white-skinned race

when it comes to walkin'.

Yes, sir.

My ancestors were famous as liars, walkers
and patriotic in their sensibilities.

- Are you patriotic?
- Yes, sir.

Fourth of July,
I generally set up quite a holler.

'Course, if someone
was to come along now,

they might figure you owned me,

'cause you're ridin', and I'm walkin'.

But that's not the case, sir.

In a manner of speakin',

you are the converted image
of my pack horse and fur pelts.

I'd take good care of 'em, wouldn't I?

Yes, sir, because they're a valuable
wholesale or retail commodity.

You wouldn't be thinkin'
of grabbin' those reins

and runnin' off now, would you?

I doubt it, sir.

You doubt it?

I'm not sure of the direction.

I haven't got any food, and as a comanche,
I might run into those kiowas again.

Tired?

You hear that?

I'd say two crows and his boys
are down in that gully

having a hell of a time.

You just sit here and rest for about
five minutes while I take a look.

Pick 'em up.

I decided what I'm gonna do with you.

Sell me into Egypt,
like the children of Israel.

Iwouldn't sell you in St. Louis.

You'll retail out for about
15 mules and 10 bales of cotton.

Yes, sir.

Don't try to run off,
'cause you can't get nowhere.

- Yes, sir.
- And shut up.

Yes, sir.

Well, Mr. Bass, there they are.

Go get 'em.

Just like that, huh?

I'd say they're considerably
under the influence.

You ever fight 12 drunk Indians?

No, sir. But I'd like to see it done.

As a comanche,
what I'd do is run off their horses.

You're an African comanche,
but you're right.

- You see that brush?
- Yes, sir.

- I want you to get down there.
- Right now, sir?

When it starts getting dark.

That's mesquite. It'll burn.
I want you to start a fire.

What'll you do, sir?

When they go for the fire, I'll ride down
and stampede their horses.

They'll be so drunk, I'll get
my pack horse and furs and be gone.

- Can I say something, Mr. Bass?
- What is it?

If you're gonna sell me back
into being a runaway slave...

Do it all yourself.

Of course, if you help me get to Mexico,

then maybe I'll help you.

Joseph Lee, I expect that someday,

you'll be president of the farmers and
merchants bank of Omaha, Nebraska.

But right now, you're going down there
and do exactly as I tell you.

Or I'll skin your black carcass!

Get my rifle.

Go on.

Over there!

All right, let's go!

Scalphunters.

Collect a $25 bounty on Indian scalps.

Men, women and children, like jackals.

Territory government pays it.

Dirtiest, rottenest trade
ever turned a dollar.

- Let's go.
- Where we going, sir?

After 'em.

After 'em?

How the hell do you think
I'm gonna get my furs back

if I don't go after 'em?

Mr. Bass?

I do not intend to put up
with any more of this walk.

Now either you slow down and talk to me,

or maybe I'll just have to
pull you off that horse

and knock you on your high-priced pants!

Are you deaf as well as dumb, Mr. Bass?

Mr. Bass, you're threatening my temper!

Mr. Bass!

Mr. Bass.

Sir, why are you so bound and determined
to catch up with those murdering people?

Haven't you got anything else to do?

A man of my character
just don't say something, then not do it.

I am completely and absolutely exhausted!

And empty!

- I've got to have something to eat!
- You ate yesterday.

Mr. Bass,

I have been trained in the habit

of eating each and every individual day!

Right there, that proves
you ain't a comanche.

Comanche would
just keep on goin' till he died.

Never say a word.

I am so hungry!
I could eat a frog or a snake!

Comanches do. Regular.

But I'm not a comanche!

Oh, Mr. Bass...

See that?

Sago Lily. Just like an onion.

Finest thing you ever saw.

You see this?

Sagebrush. Grows where nothing else will.

Make Indian tea out of the leaves,
smoke the bark, burn the wood,

makes a passable fodder for stock.

Look around you, Joseph Lee.

All natural creation.

Maguey... makes a fine soap
for washing down a squaw.

Brings the bloom of sunrise to her skin.

Watch this.

Needle and thread.

For sewin' things.

Here we are, Joseph Lee.

In the garden of Eden,

just like Adam and Eve.

Choke cherries.
They make a fine pudding.

You like pudding?

Joseph Lee, let's eat.

Go get 'em, Joseph Lee. I'm hungry.

I guess a slave like you got fed pretty
good livin' in that big house kitchen.

Sleepin' in a bed every night?

Maybe you should have
stayed where you was.

"Better beans and freedom
than cake and slavery."

Aesop. And he was a slave himself
back in the Greek times.

Trouble with you
is you read too many books.

You call it right when a man's a slave,
owned, work, beat all the time?

Natural state of affairs, Joseph Lee.

Black man started
being a slave in the Bible.

If god didn't want it that way,
I don't suppose god would have done it.

Consult your Bible.

God didn't invent slavery. Egyptians did.

Sold all the children of Israel.

That ain't the way I read scripture.

- What about Julius Caesar?
- Who?

Julius Caesar. He was an Italian.

He made slaves out of all you englishmen.

Julius Caesar made slaves
out of every kind of white man.

Put chains on their necks,
dragged them back to Rome

and fed them to the lions.

Africans like me,

we didn't care that much for Julius Caesar.

Never heard of him.

That's 'cause you don't know how to read.

- I could bust you in the jaw for that.
- Wouldn't change anything.

And it wouldn't change you
into a white man.

You oughta get that through your head!

Let's see you write your name.

Let's see you feed
yourself... Julius Caesar.

You wait here, Joseph Lee.
I'm gonna take a look around.

Mr. Bass...

Mr. Bass, you go down there
and those people

will just kill the literal hell out of you!

Don't you move.

Mr. Bass!

- Go on!
- Yeah!

Howie!

How many times I've gotta tell ya?

Get that sack of hair off my wagon!

Kate, honey, them scalps
is worth $25 a piece.

That don't mean
we gotta sleep with 'em, does it?

Now, that little old smell bother you?

And that ain't all that's bothering me!

Kate... Kate.

- Mornin', miss Kate.
- Mornin', Mr. Howie.

Shut up.

Go get yourself some clothes on.

I don't want these men
gettin' any horny notions.

Stop talkin' like a baptist preacher.

If I had half the boots
been stuck under my bed,

I bet I could outfit
the United States cavalry.

Now, you hush and get back
inside that wagon.

I'm sick of that damn wagon.

Me washin' with no bathtub,
gettin' rats in my hair.

- I'm iivin' like a squaw, Howie!
- Oh, Kate, honey...

Look at my skin. It's getting all dried up.

Pretty soon,
I'm going to look like an old prune.

- Well, I like prunes.
- Howie, I'm warnin' ya!

I'm warnin' ya, if you
don't find some place pretty soon

I can live decent, you're gonna
find yourself sleepin' with your horse!

Oh, Kate, honey, it's gonna be all right.

And stop chewin' that damn tobacco!

You ever kiss anybody chew tobacco?

Ain't she darlin'?

Now you get those
horses hitched and let's move!

Move!

Damn.

Now, Kate, honey.

Don't get your pretty little
dooley-dooley all fussed up.

We was gonna have a fancy house,
and servants.

At last, I was gonna live like a lady.

I should have stayed where I was.

You know, I knew a lady one time...

Chewed snuff, red-haired.

She'd stand on a piano
and sing songs. Damn.

Jim Howie, you know,
you got as much feelings

as a bald-headed hog!

Oh, Kate, honey.

There's no cause for you to talk that way.

I'm gonna get you these things. I told ya!

Gentlemen, am I glad to see you.

I have been chased and run over
every rockpile for the past fifty miles.

I saw your wagons, and I knew right there

my trials and tribulations were over.

Anybody with ya?

Nobody, sir. Nobody at all.

What's your name, son?

Black feather, sir.

I was adopted into the wolf tribe
of the comanche nation.

The kiowas set up a terrible slaughter
on us three days ago.

Iescaped.

I'll just travel along with you gentlemen
till I get back to my tribe.

What'll he sell for, jed?

About a thousand,
fifteen hundred on the galveston block

if he ain't lame or got belly worms.

Throw a rope on him.

Let's move out!

Hey! Hey! Wait!

Wait a minute! Wait a minute!

Wait!

I started out life a prosperous,
good-looking trapper.

And now, by god,
I ain't even got a slave no more.

Hey, hold on!

- Get up there, boy! Come on!
- No, sir.

- I said get up there right now!
- No, sir!

What the hell's going on down here?
A camp meeting?

Sir, I'm not gonna be
worth anything like this.

Ruined on my feet.

Drag him!

Sir, I'll be worth much more to you
if you let me ride.

Besides, I'm slowing you down,
holding you back.

Howie, that's the first
good sense I heard today!

Now, you hush up, Kate,

and keep readin' your stargazing book,
and let me run my business!

Then why don't you run it
like you knew what you was doin'?

Look at that. Ain't she pretty?

All right, let him ride.

Move it out!

Thank you, sir.

Move!

Not now, Julius Caesar.

Headin' for church, Sonny?

No, sir, Mr. Howie.

I was just,

making a botanical study, you might say.

You see that, Mr. Howie?

Sagebrush.
Grows where nothing else will.

Make Indian tea from the leaves,
burn the wood, smoke the bark,

makes passable fodder for stock.

Look around you, Mr. Howie.
All natural creation.

Here we are in the garden of Eden.

Just like Adam and Eve.

Get that water the hell back up there!

Yes, sir, Mr. Howie. Yes, sir.

Beans, beans, beans,
I'm gonna look like beans!

There's nothing wrong with beans, honey.

I like beans.

What I wouldn't give for a decent meal.

And a white linen tablecloth.

All fixed up nice.

I listen to you, Jim Howie,
and I'm ending up

bouncing over every rock in creation.

My hair's all snarled up like a dishmop.

When we gonna start
livin' in some kind of style?

When the hell we ever
gonna get to Mexico?

Miss Kate.

You see that?

Maguey.

Did you know that that
makes a fine soap for a lady's care?

Brings the bloom of sunrise to her skin.

Used in the ancient times
by the queen of sheba,

to restore the natural oils
to her beautiful blond hair.

You mean that old common cactus?

Yes, miss Kate.

Botanical name, vir pluribus undulatum.

Known to the comanches as maguey.

Really? You...

Yes, miss Kate.

You sure this cactus stuff
won't fade out my natural color

and turn it into something horsey?

No, miss Kate. On the contrary.

Did I hear you say
you were going to Mexico?

Got to.

All the law in the country
is looking for me and Jim Howie.

Mexico's a wonderful country, miss Kate.

The haciendas and all that.

- You been to Mexico?
- No, ma'am.

But I speak the language.

Why, you'll be right in the most
high-toned society, miss Kate.

A lady.

First thing, I'm gonna get rid of
this busted-out corset

and buy me some real fancy clothes.

Of course, you'll need
quality trained servants.

Takes proper service
to put on the right style for a lady.

You mean like you?

I'd be honored to serve you, miss Kate.

Jim Howie's dead set
on selling you on the galveston block.

No way around that.

Jim Howie don't always do
everything he sets his mind to.

You have a very interesting
texture to your hair, miss Kate.

Fine, light, gossamer.

Like Helen of Troy.

Well, he fixed it pretty fancy, huh?

I wonder what he's after.

Mighty fine, boy.

Sago Lily, Mr. Howie. Just like an onion.
Finest thing you ever saw.

What the hell are you after?

After, Mr. Howard? After?

He just likes to serve quality folk.

Quality folk?

I don't wanna hear
that mush mouth, honey.

I got a rope burn on my neck

when they tried to hang me
one time in Sacramento.

And the first time I met you
was in ma hogan's tent, remember?

And you weren't exactly sewin' canvas.

Hush your mouth, Jim Howie.

And I never worked no tent!

Damn it, can't you say
I'm pretty or somethin'?

Kate, honey, you're the prettiest woman

that ever wore garters
and crossed her legs.

Howie, stop chewin' the tobacco!

Come on, honey, let's dance.

You look mighty elegant, miss Kate.

Come on, Joseph Lee. Fight him!

Come on, boy, let's see you fight.

Bust him again!

- Fight him!
- You can fight him!

Move in on him! Bust him one!

Come on, boy! Come on!

Come on, yuma! He'll hurt you!

Come on, Julius Caesar! Fight him!

Get up, boy!

Grab him! Grab him! Hit him again!

Hit him!

Hit him!

The old daddy wolf does the cuttin' here.

We don't wanna damage
our $1,500 property.

Go soak your head, boy.

Give me back my feathers.

Grab your partner!

Julius Caesar.

You're a hell of a dancin' man,
but you sure can't fight.

You see that guard
over there by the horses?

I want you to go over there and give him
some of that fancy talk of yours.

I'll sneak up behind him and bust him one.

Then we'll load up my furs
and get out of here.

The both of us.

Damn you, Lee, aren't you listenin'?

I'm not sure if I am or not, Mr. Bass.

What?

I like you, Mr. Bass.
You treated me decently.

And you're a religious man.

You know all about ham,
the black man in the Bible,

- Adam and Eve...
- What the hell are you talkin' about?

These people are
going to Mexico, Mr. Bass.

You mean...

You mean you're going to stay
with these heathens?

Well, you see, Mr. Bass...

Mr. Bass, you've gotta consult Mr. Howie.
He owns me now.

Why, damn your black hide, I traded...

Oh, Mr. Bass...

Then you'll understand.

A slave has no choice of masters.
He just goes to the highest bidder.

Mr. Howie's bidding Mexico.

Fine country, Mexico. I think I like it.

No slavery there.

I oughta kill you...

I'll show

that damned ungrateful black comanche.

You stay here and be quiet!
And stop eatin' that tree!

Unless you're gonna double-cross me, too!

Go get yancy some food.

All right. Easy does it.

There you go.

Easy, boy. Easy.

Hey, yancy.

Hey, yancy!

Howie!

Come on, jughead,
this is no time to quit on me!

All right, what was it?

A renegade apache.

Joe bass, you socialize with these people,
you're gonna get yourself scalped.

Miss Kate, the night air is chill.

You need a wrap.

In our lovely desert

where the saints of god have met

tea and coffee and tobacco we despise

we've no liquor yet we eat

just a very little meat

we are seeking to be
great and good and wise

we should not forget to pray...

Please, Kate!

Please, will you stop singin'
those mormon songs at me?

Get out of that bed, you lazy bum.
It's Sunday morning!

And we always be polite
and treat everybody right

and in every...

Now, Kate, you ain't even a mormon!

So, will you shut up!

Hark, hark, hark, 'tis angels' voices

Anything funny?

Get me some water, boy.

Yes, sir.

Don't reach for nothin', mister!

Walk up here, mister!

Or I'll kill you where you stand!

Easy.

I knew it. It's the law.

No, ma'am.

I mean, I hope not, miss Kate.

That's close enough!

Take your hat off.

Now reach up and scratch your ear.

Scratch your...

You wanna keep that ear,
turn that pack horse loose

and get on about your business.

Them beaver skins is mine.

Yours?
I risked my life for them pelts!

I fought me a dozen kiowas!

You slaughtered 'em,
you scalphuntin' bastard.

Now hold on.

That's no cause to dry gulch a man,

steal his furs,
wreck his water barrel...

You know that ain't fair!

Cut loose that pack horse!

I ain't gonna kill you, but I ought to.

Now go on back there and keep movin'.

Walk!

You crook!

Let's get out of here!

That bushwhackin' half-breed.
We'll give him his furs back...

Dead!

Let's move it out! Giddy up, mule!

Frank! Get yuma and flank that half-breed!

Hold it here!

Keep that first wagon movin'!

Mr. Bass, those furs aren't worth it.

- What'd you say, boy?
- Nothing, Mr. Howie. Nothing.

Hey, bushwhacker.

Set your gun down.

- Howie, we gotta...
- Will you shut up, Kate?

Lookin' for me, scalphunter?

Lay that gun down!

Damn... frank's got him!

There he is! Come on, get him!

Renegade apache.

Renegade apache, my ass!

Yeah! Giddy up! Yeah!

Hey, Howie! Hey!

Clear them rocks away!

Hey, mister!

Cut loose that pack horse and furs!

Move that big wagon or I'll roll
half this mountain down on you!

Hold on, friend!

You've got me.

Kate, get off that wagon.

- Howie, be careful.
- Now, you, Kate, hush up.

Move that wagon on down!

All right! Hold on, we're goin'!

Okay, boy, give me a hand.

Mount your horses.

Get in that wagon. Get.

Virgo's passed Jupiter in the third phase.

What?

Sagittarius and cassiopeia
are in the ascendancy.

That's right. But how'd you know that?

Miss Kate, when is Mr. Howie's birthday?

He's a Leo. July 27th.

July 27th. I was afraid of that.

You sure Virgo is passing Jupiter?

Mr. Howie is a strong, powerful man...
A Leo.

Natural leader, right?

Did you know that Napoleon Bonaparte
was a Leo, too, miss Kate?

The same...
The same birthday as Mr. Howie.

And when he met Waterloo...
Destroyed.

Virgo had passed
Jupiter in the third phase.

It's gonna happen now.

Did you really study
all about readin' the stars?

Well, as far back
as the Egyptian pharaohs,

and the Hebrew prophets down through
persia, Babylon and mesopotamia.

Tell me, how's it gonna be for Virgo?

I'm a Virgo.

Pythagoras.

I see a cloud, a threatening cloud.

Traveling, travel...

Miss Kate, I hate to tell you this...

Tell me, tell me.

Something evil following us.

It's been following us for days.
Something covered with...

Hair?

The Indian scalps...

That pack horse
with those damn fur pelts.

Right! An evil combination.

The spirit of the dead kiowas

and the zodiac configuration of the stars.

What do you mean?

Look.

Jupiter moving in on pluto.

Disaster... death... a man killed.

- Mr. Howie.
- Jim?

Listen, I read the stars.
I didn't see where all that was happening.

- But where did you look?
- Right here, page...

Oh, miss Kate...

I mean here!

Pisces, libra, capricorn.

And here.

Those furs and that man out there

are the scorpio
satanic configuration of death

for Jim Howie.

And the stars never lie.

But Howie don't believe in all...

He don't believe in anything.

But we do.
And we know it's true.

Don't we?

Then it's up to us.

You.

Me? How?

Cut loose that pack horse.

Get rid of those evil furs, tonight.

I'll do it.

Damn, that's good and vile.

Think I'm gonna give up
on those people, don't you?

Well, I ain't.

You got any ideas
about what we oughta do next?

Hell, you never have
no ideas about nothin'.

Hey, get out of there!

Damn jughead. That's loco weed!

You'll run around like a coyote
with his guts hanging out!

Let's see your mouth.

Open it up. Come on. Open it up.

If you ate any of that stuff,
we're both done for.

You'll be crazy in the head,
and I'll be walkin'.

How do you feel?

I might as well find out.

You throw me, I'll know you had a bellyful.

Now... take it easy.

I guess you're all right.

Now will you bend down
and pick up my rifle?

I'm tired.

By god, you have got an idea!

Get those other horses in here!

Bring that group around, Pedro.

Yeah! Put 'em up in the water!

- Get 'em up! Bring 'em up!
- Come on, bring 'em all in.

Hey! Hey!

What the...

Howie! Howie!

What the hell is wrong with them horses?

Get 'em out of the water!

It's going over on you! Watch out!

Don't look at me like
that. It was your idea.

That dirty, rotten comanche trick!

Howie, you gonna keep those skins?

If I have to pack 'em on your back!

They ain't worth it.
You're gonna have us all...

Kate! If you don't shut up,
I'm gonna kick your backside

right up to your shoulder blades!

Can I say something, Mr. Howie?

Wouldn't it make a whole lot more sense
just to give the man his furs back?

Well, I'll be damned.

Now I've heard everything.

What in hell is this world comin' to?

If you give that man his furs back,
he'll let you alone.

I know him, Mr. Howie.

- You what?
- What?

I was with the Indians
when they took his furs from him.

Only wants what's his.

Well, well, well.

I'm a curly-haired, blue-eyed angel.

- And you're in with him.
- No, sir.

But I know him, Mr. Howie.

Let me go talk to him.
Maybe he'll listen to me.

Howie, listen to him.

Just how long you think
you gonna stay alive?

Look at your men.

Is that the way you want it?

Well, yancy?

I just wanna get to Mexico.

Alive.

Makes sense.

Four men we rode with, dead.

Loco'd our horses...

And now you want me
to give him the furs?

Well, I don't care!
Hell, give him everything!

Go ahead!
And I hope he blows your head off.

You oughta give him
my whiskey, too?

Catch more flies with honey
than with vinegar, Mr. Howie.

Jim Howie's boys

are gonna quit.

We split the guts of
five United States marshals,

took half the banks of Kansas,

took a whole town full of chink miners,

and jumped more Indians
than the United States cavalry.

And Jim Howie's boys are gonna quit.

One man.

For one man.

Mr. Bass!

Mr. Bass, where are you?

Mr. Bass! Speak to me!

Damn you, Joe bass.

I wonder why I go through all this trouble,

gettin' myself abused
by that bloodthirsty Jim Howie.

And all for you and your measly furs,

you ill-mannered, unlettered oaf!

Mr. Bass, speak up!

I know you're out there sneakin' around.

Who do you think you are? Daniel Boone?

What's the matter, Julius Caesar?
Get lost again?

Mr. Bass, please, you ruin a man's
mortal insides when you do that.

What are you here for?
To help them people kill me?

They don't want to
kill you anymore, Mr. Bass.

They just want you to stop killing them.

They're gonna leave off your furs and go.

Why, you iyin', split-tongued
African comanche.

You think I'd trust anything you say?

I'd as soon take the word

of that scalphunter and his whore
before I believe you!

I'm telling the truth, Mr. Bass!
They've had enough of you.

Don't you lie to me no more, Joseph Lee.
I'll get my furs.

And you and them people
will be a bellyful for the vultures.

What you got there?

What you got there?

Good drinkin' whiskey.

Mr. Howie's own stock.

Thought you could maybe
use a drink about now.

You sure made your way
with those people.

You got their whiskey,

you're doin' their
bushwhackin' plans for 'em,

sashaying along with that fancy woman.

Throw you in the pigpen,
and you'd come out

vice president of the hogs!

Joseph Lee, if god ever made
two better inventions

than a pretty woman
and a bottle of whiskey...

I ain't heard of it.

Mr. Bass.

Could I have a drink of that?

If I was to give you a drink of this whiskey,
it'd be like pourin' it out there in the sand.

Whiskey's a man's drink.
And you ain't no man.

You ain't no part of a man.

You're a mealy-mouthed,
shuffle-butt slave,

and you've picked yourself a master.

So don't go askin'
to take a drink with a man.

You think mighty well of yourself,
don't you, Joe bass?

You know how long you would last
as a colored man?

About one minute.

Trouble with all your fightin', Joe bass,
is you don't know when you've won.

Go ahead, kill us all.

Lee.

Tell 'em to move out and leave my furs.

Joseph Lee.

Come back here.

Tell 'em from here.

Mr. Howie, move out!

That's everybody.

Don't seem right,
that man doin' an honest thing.

They just want to be rid of you.

Where you goin', Julius Caesar?

With them. Where I aim to.

- To Mexico.
- Wait a minute.

Walk on down there ahead of me.

Hold it there.

Tie her up.

Go on. Scat!

This one won't scalp any more Indians.

Look out!

I busted his skull! I done it!

The old daddy wolf, he done it! He done it!

Mr. Howie.

You killed my man,
and you loco'd my horses.

Now I gotta punish you.

I'm gonna take your hair,

and I'm gonna peel your
pretty white heart one inch at a time.

Ain't that darlin'?

Quit talkin', you ugly bastard, and do it!

I'm gonna hear you cry,
and I'm gonna hear you beg!

- No, Mr. Howie.
- Get off of me!

You don't have to kill him, Mr. Howie!

I'm gonna kill you, too!

Now, my boy, you...
You put that knife down.

Gut him, Lee!

Gut him!

Now you listen to me.

Now listen to me, my boy.

I won't lift his hair.

I won't sell ya,
and I'll let you go on with me...

To Mexico.

Now drop that knife, boy.

Don't listen to him!

You really don't want to kill a man.

Do ya?

I mean, do ya?

Now you're usin' your head, boy.

Get it, Lee!

Joseph Lee, you did it!

By god and by thunder, you did it!

I couldn't be more proud
if you was my own grandpa!

Joseph Lee, you sure deserve that drink.

Now untie me.

Sure takin' his own sweet time.

You worryin' about Jim Howie?

Jed, you stick him,
he bleeds like anybody else.

That may be true, only he's the one
who's gonna be doin' all the stickin'.

Why isn't he back here by now?

You really think Jim Howie's gonna
take aim at a man, then miss?

One man, no.

But there are two back there.

Joe bass, you lookin' at a rich man.

I mightjust hire you and your horse
to take me to Mexico.

Isn't there anything you want to say to me?

Like, "thank you, Mr. Lee"?

Go to hell.

Don't you mean, "go to hell, Mr. Lee"?

Quit actin' like a damn fool.

First time in your life
you ever had guts enough to fight,

and then you puff around
like a pregnant squaw!

Now untie me!

What the hell are you doin', Lee?

Damn you, Lee,
that's my horse! Get off him!

Damn your hide, Lee! What are you up to?

"To the Victor belong
the spoils," Joe bass.

Now wait a minute, Joseph Lee.
Now, just a minute.

Let's you and I palaver.

We've had some differences in the past,

but you wouldn't
leave a man alone here in the desert.

All tied up with the crawlin' snakes

and the bloodthirsty buzzards.

And the hungry coyotes.

You wouldn't do that.

Leave me to die all alone?

Would ya?

You're Joe bass. You can move mountains.
You'll be all right.

Get off my horse, you son of a bitch!

You know something, Joe bass?

You are the most stubborn, mule-headed,

love-yourself man
that ever walked god's creation.

And some day,

somebody just naturally oughta
bust some sense

into your hard-boned head!

Somebody oughta just naturally
bust some sense

into my hard-boned head, huh?

You wanna try?

Hey, you jughead, come back here!

Yeah...

I wanna try.

All right, Joseph Lee. Get 'em up!

Protect yourself!

Get your hands higher!

Indian fightin'. Like it?

Let me help you.

Can't see, can ya?

That ain't fair!

I'm gonna bust you on the jaw for that!

"Now you see the superiority
of the white-skinned race."

"You're a mealy-mouthed,
shuffle-butt slave."

Damn you, Jim Howie.

What the hell was so important
about a bunch of lousy furs?

Hey.

Over there.

Time!

Wait a minute. I hear something.

Wait a minute!

I really do hear something.

What the hell? They're only men.

Indian man, I don't know
how many wives you got now,

but you're gonna have yourself

the damndest white squaw
in the kiowa nation.

You black comanche!

Where are ya?

Two crows! Ain't you dead?

Sure glad to see you, two crows.

Hey, wait a minute.

Them's my furs!

Good hunting, Joe bass.

Hey, wait a minute!

Wait a minute! Wait! Hold it!

You dirty redskins!

You know somethin'?

There's two cases of whiskey
on that wagon.

I'd say by tonight,
there's gonna be a lot of drunk Indians.