All language subtitles for The Cherokee Kid en

(man) The Wild West created
many amazing legends:

Geronimo, Wyatt Earp, Nat Love...

All of them deadly.

But none deadlier than this man:

The Cherokee Kid.

So you're the Undertaker.

Now it's your turn to die.

Good night, Kid.
Sweet dreams.

- (man) Is he dead?
- He's graveyard dead.

Ah, well...

Perhaps you would like
to double this reward.

Well...

Uh,
have here some deeds that ...

Are you deaf?
A brave man has died.

He deserves a proper eulogy.

Just how long do you think it's gonna take
to finish eulogizing this...

How long would it take to eulogize
a great man like Montezuma

or Thomas Jefferson... or Robin Hood?

How long?

We'll bury this man at noon tomorrow.

Noon tomorrow.

(priest) So many people here
from far and wide

because a man has died.

But who exactly was this man?

You know who he was.
You and
raised him!

You tell 'em. You tell 'em who he was!

1 will, mother, I'll tell 'em.

- You tell 'em what a good boy he was!
- Elizabeth...

There are others here
who would like to get a word in edgewise.

(man) That's right!

I, Juan... Nepomuceno Cortina,

hero of the Mexican people,
would like to speak.

For it is
who taught the Cherokee Kid
everything he knows.

That's why he's laid up in that box now.

The Cherokee Kid was the most noble,

the most courageous human being
the world has ever known.

But let us begin at the beginning.

Before he became known
as the Cherokee Kid,

the Cherokee Kid was... just a kid.

His name was Isaiah Turner.

He had a big brother named Jedediah.

Now, even back then, the railroad men
were forcing the homesteaders

to sell their land for pennies.

When the boy's father stood up to them,
they killed him like a dog.

The very next day
Jedediah took his revenge.

He sneaked into the railroad camp

and shot the man
who took his father's life.

Jed! Now don't you mistake
stupidity for courage.

(Cortina) That night Mama gave
to the boys their father's favorite hat.

When the bad men came, Mama
and Jedediah put their plan into action.

But first they put young Isaiah
in the wood box.

I'll be damned if I'm gonna
let you lynch my baby!

1 will kill him myself before
let you at him!

- No, Mama, no!
- Baby, let it go. Let it go!

No!

No, baby,
didn't shoot Jed.

We was just pretending
so that Jed could get away.

Let 'em have it!

(man) Ed!

(gunshot)

- You OK, Mr. Bloomington?
- Nobody can stand in the way of progress.

Go, get him!

(gunshot)

(Cortina) Like the terrified antelope,

the brave little kid was running
and running, night and day.

Guided only by his still-developing
sense of direction,

he wandered aimlessly,

not knowing where fo go.

Until one day the hand of fate guided him
into the lap of good fortune.

Reverend and Mrs. Peel,

having no children of their own,

believed young Isaiah
to be a gift from God.

Pow! Got you, Bloomington!

Pow!
got you too, Bonner!

Reverend, tell him what the good book say.
Tell him what it say about killing.

Son, the Bible sayeth, "Thou shalt not kill."

The Bible say, "Eye for an eye."

So I'm gonna shoot him in the eye!

Pow!

Pow!

Pow!

(Cortina) Then, about 18 years later,

the Kid had grown into a strong,
sure-footed young man.

And still he clung to his childhood dreams.

Bonner, Bloomington, you're both dead.

- (Mrs. Peel) Isaiah?
- Coming, Ma!

Whoo!

(Cortina) One day in town,
the Kid stumbled across the face

of the man he hated
with every breath he took.

Bloomington was now
the mayor of El Paso.

He was coming to Pinedale to speak.

Isaiah vowed to go there
and silence him forever.

Just one sandwich, Ma?

Reverend, you tell him that if he gets
hungry, he can just come on home.

- Tell him.
- I'll tell him, mother.

Tell him we know that this is
all about Bloomington. Tell him.

Son, violence is not the answer.

Ma, Pa,
can't thank you enough

for taking me in and raising me
when
lost my family.

But
got to go out and find out who
am.

I love y'all and I'm gonna miss you.

Pa.

Oh.

- Ma, can
ask you something?
- Yes, baby.

Ever since I've been little,
whenever you'd talk to me,

you'd talk to him
and I'd be standing right here.

You tell him that he is gonna
go and get himself killed.

- Now, you tell him!
- (Isaiah) C'mon, Old Lightning.

Well, Pa, I'm gonna be going.

Whoa.

Bye.

(horse whinnies)

I'm OK. I'm OK, Pa.

Whoa, Lightning.

I'm just gonna walk him, Pa.

'Cause he's kinda touchy right now.

Come on.

"Vengeance is mine," sayeth the Lord.

Killing is a sin.
And Pinedale's the other way!

That way!

One sandwich.

He'll be back here before sundown,
if he can ever find this place.

Oh, Charles!

He took that rusty gun off the mantle!

(Cortina) Thus began his magnificent
quest to find a town called Pinedale,

and o find the despicable excuse
for a man who had killed his family.

Oh, man, where am
?

(turkey gobbling)

(Cortina) When he exhausted
his supply of sandwiches,

he feasted on natural foods
and wild game.

(knock)

Hello? Anybody home?

Just looking for some food.

(gobbles)

Just me and you, Turkey,
and one of us got to die.

Let me go, you dirty, lowdown,
scraggly two-legged cockroach!

Ooh! Why, you...

What kind of crook
knocks off a whorehouse anyway?

Why don't you go out
and hit a bank like a real man?

C'mon, give me some loving,
you cheap whore!

Cheap?

C'mon.

Ha ha! C'mon.

Agh! Get off of me!

Why don't you shut that stinking mouth
of yours before the bats come flying out?

- Shut up!
- You paying for this.

- Get off of me!
- (gobbling)

(woman) What?

Hi.

You dead, boy.

(woman) Why, you...!

Aghh!

- Agh!
- (gunshot)

What am
gonna do?
They're gonna send me to jail.

Lord Almighty,
I've been saved by a colored boy!

A sweet, kind, brave,

extremely good-looking,
very light-complected...

Mmm, mmm, mmm, horny brat!

Ma'am, you are truly
a lovely and inviting woman,

and all the womanly parts
a man would want.

It's just that
ain't never
been with a woman before.

What's that say on his belt?

His name, Jake Carver.

- Can't you read?
- Of course
can.

I's French.

(Cortina laughs)

Again, good fortune smiled on our hero.

Yeah,
killed Jake Carver.
You got something to say about that?

(gunshot)

(Cortina) He took refuge for the night
in the charming little coltage,

where a nice Christian girl
prepared for him

a delicious home-cooked meal.

Gobble, gobble.

Gobble, gobble.

(Cortina) All night long he dreamed

of leftover turkey sandwiches.

But in the morning, the girl
and the bird had flown the coop.

Oh, she took the turkey.

(Cortina) Bloomington
would be in Pinedale today.

Isaiah had to get there,
by hook or by crook.

Hey! How you doing, gentlemen?

- Morning.
- Morning! How d'you do?

- Who the hell are you?
- I'm... Jake Carver.

- Jake Carver?
-Yes, lam.

Damn!

It sure as hell is a small world,
ain't it, boys?

- Sure is.
- And we're Jake Carver's gang!

Yeah, howdy.

- Hey, Jake, I'm your cousin.
- I'm your cousin too.

Wait a minute, now let me explain.

Gim Bob, Jake's out back,
dead as a skunk.

No sign of the girl.

Wait a minute.
Y'all don't think
killed him, did you?

Jake was my best...
grew up with Jake.
That whore killed him!

that these whores were gonna be
the death of him.

Now you know how he was,
always chasing women.

From the time he was young, he was
always trying to look up girls' petticoats.

I'd say, "Jake, stop. Jake, stop."

There was too much stuff. Petticoats,
corsets... He wouldn't listen to me.

We'd be running off playing tag
and hide-and-go-seek.

But Jake didn't like them kind of games.
No, no, sir, he didn't.

And what he'd do was,
he'd take our arms behind our backs

and he'd twist 'em till we screamed.

And then he had this floorboard
from his mammy's house

and he would take it and
whoop us upside the head.

Then he'd take whiskey
from his daddy's cabinet,

- pour it down my throat till
wet myself.
- (laughter)

That's our Jake!

Well, it's a shame Jake's gone now,
'cause he had a big job for us to do.

- What kind of job?
- He didn't tell you?

- No, he didn't tell me about no job.
- This is a big job.

This is the biggest job.
That's why he brought me out here.

We were gonna rob a bank.

- Where?
- In Pinedale.

Pinedale?

Yeah.

A lot of money there too, but it looks like
it's gonna stay in that bank now.

Jake's gone and he had
the plans in his head.

So I'm gonna go out and bury him
before them animals tear him up.

Ain't nothin' worse than seeing
a man's body laying there and rotting.

You don't know what it is, you walk up on it,

and you think it's a dead dog,
but it's a person. The horses get spooked.

So I'm gonna go get him 'cause
don't
wanna see that happen out there.

- Nice meeting you.
- I'll bet.

Uh-uh!
You're going the wrong way, friend.

Pinedale's about ten miles north of here.

Then again, it would be right
to honor Jake by robbing that bank.

Well, you told me Pinedale was that way.

Just get.

(Gim Bob) Now, here's the new plan.

We go in the bank.

You go up to the teller,
tell her you're robbin' the bank.

And then... you rob the bank.

You've been thinking about this plan
for a while, huh?

Maybe we oughta take
a couple more minutes.

We'll just go on in there.

- Hi, can
help you?
- Hi, how you doing?

- I'm fine, thank you.
- That is a right smart tie you got on there.

Thank you very much.

St. Louis?
My grandmama's buried there.

Oh, well, it's a dangerous place.

- Yeah, she was bit by a rabid rabbit.
- A rabbit rabbit?

- A rabbit with rabies.
- A rabbit with rabies?

- No, just one rabbit with rabies.
- Oh,
see. I'm sorry to hear that.

- How can
help you?
- Actually
was thinking about...

Maybe you wanna open a new account?

Because if you do today,
you get great gifts.

For example,
if you give us $25, you get this.

It's a cake of Grandpa's pine tar soap.

Now,
have heard about this.
This the one with witch hazel?

- Absolutely, it will open up your pores.
- It smells so fresh.

It's guaranteed to leave you
refreshingly clean.

- Of course.
- Thank you.

- You're welcome.
- You're a very nice man.

Thank you. You too.

- Billy Bob?
- It's Gim. It's Gim Bob with a G. Gim Bob.

I'm sorry, all them Bobs
are throwing me off.

Ray Bob, and Jimmy Bob.

- Well, it's Gim Bob with a G.
-
wanna show you something.

If we give the man $25
to start an account,

we'll get some free pine tar soap.

And as much as we're on the road
together, this'll kill the stinkies.

Just go over there and rob the bank.

- Just think about how you smell.
- All right.

They don't like the soap.

Maybe you should tell them if they give us
$100 to deposit, they get a gingham apron.

- Hush my mouth.
- A gingham apron.

- And
cook.
- Oh, you do?

-
can cook rabbit.
- That's good,
hope it's not rabid.

That's funny.
You a funny man.

You know what we do
with the gingham apron?

We hand-embroider your name
right across the front.

- Well, my name's Isaiah.
- That's a beautiful name.

- It's Biblical.
- God bless you.

- Thank you.
- That was my grandmother's name.

Isaiah?

Yeah, it's a man's name
but she was very mannish.

She wore pants,
but that's a different story.

We'll put the name right here,
like it says "Teller" for me.

- That's your name?
- No, that's my job.

Oh, sorry.

So why don't you go tell them about
the gingham apron?

You're not gonna believe this.
They have these gingham aprons.

We put $100 in,
we put our money together...

- Now what you want me to tell him?
- Just tell him we're here to rob the bank!

You don't have to spit on me.

These gentlemen are here to rob the bank.

(Cortina) The Kid knew
that Bloomington was close by.

He could smell him.

Unfortunately, Frank Bonner
had already sniffed out the Kid.

(Bonner) All right, where is he?

Mr. Bloomington would like to meet
the man who shot Jake Carver

and took his whole gang out
single-handed.

There's the brave gentleman, Mr. Bonner.

Well, you done good, boy.
Saved us a whole heap of embarrassment.

Here's your reward.

(man) Don't spend it all in one place!

- What's the matter, son?
-
ain't your son.

Well,
don't know about that.

(laughter)

What is that, boy?

You actually might be dangerous
if you had yourself a real gun.

What a fool.

Somebody kill that son of a bitch!

(Cortina) Then the Kid heard the voice

that had been haunting his nightmares
since he was fen years old.

(Bloomington) ..but nobody,
mean
nobody, can stand in the way of progress.

(applause)

(Bloomington) And friends,

progress is steaming your way
on the American railroad.

Now are you gonna climb on board,
or are you gonna get left behind?

(crowd cheers)

I'm the man who brought the railroads
to Fort Worth and Abilene.

But
have a greater plan.

on up to San Francisco.

(cheering)

(Bloomington) Now,

running for governor of this great state
in the next election.

If 1 do,

when elected,
promise to make available
all the land that I've invested in

to the Southland railroad.

Now, I'm inviting all of you...

..to give up your land,
so this man's pockets can get fatter.

(Bloomington) Young man,

I'm the one that's supposed to be
shooting his mouth off up here.

My mother tried to shoot your mouth off.

That's where you got that scar
on your forehead.

- And I'm gonna kill you.
- (clicks)

(gunshots)

(man) He's gettin' away. Let's go!

- (man) Hurry!
- (gunshot)

(man) Where'd he go?

(yelling)

Gotta go, guys.

(Bloomington) Mr. Bonner... Ooh.

Now think back a number of years.

The night
almost got my head blowed off.

You pursued a dangerous criminal
into the woods.

Yes, sir.
tracked him down like a... dog
and
shot him twice.

That Negro that shot you in the ass today
seems to be same said criminal.

He knew all about that night.

You are a lying son of a bitch.

Just like that whoring mother of yours.

Now, this fugitive in question,

who has wounded
this law-abiding citizen...

I am hereby offering a $1,000 reward
for his carcass.

But you'd better move fast, boys.

Because Mr. Bonner's job is on the line.

Once he gets the lead out of his ass,

he's gonna be movin' fast as hell.

Let's go down to Elle Mae's
and have a little taint, shall we?

Yes, sir!

(Cortina) The Kid knew
he had to lay low for a little bit,

so he sought refuge
with a man of the mountains.

A noble savage
who lived alone in the wilderness.

A gentleman, modest.

A man who always heeded nature's call.

Pee break!

(urinating sounds)

The old pissin' trick.

It always works.

(Cortina) Because of the Kid's gift of gab
and the mountain man's loneliness,

a strange friendship began.

(Isaiah) What's your name?

- My name's Otter Bob.
- Not the Otter Bob?

Well, I'm Otter Bob.

When
read about you, it said you'd be
a big tall man, a big strong man.

Like the way you look now.

It's just hard to believe that you really here.

Let me ask you something.

How big do you think an otter is?

-
don't know,
ain't never seen one.
- About like that.

Now if a buffalo was behind me right now...

Bam!
could kill him.

'Cause they're big as a house.

Goddamn Bill Cody,
that arrogant son of a bitch.

Sure, "Buffalo Bill"'s got a better ring to it
than "Otter Bob,"

but
killed a thousand otters in two days.

He never killed a thousand buffalo.

- You know Buffalo Bill?
- Yeah,
know him.

That's nice.
mean,
always read books
about the mountain men, the gunslingers.

-
always wanted to be a mountain man...
- Wait a minute, wait a minute.

You read?

Yeah,
read. My mama taught
me and my brother Jedediah to read.

That's why
was
in the back of your wagon...

I've been carrying it around with me
for about a year now.

I really like it.
You wanna look at it?

- That's one of them dirty books.
- It's not a dirty book.

-Yes, it is.
- It's not a dirty book.

- This is one of them dirty...
- It's not a dirty book.

Here's what
was thinking. Maybe
you could teach me enough to read that.

You know, where
could just take it
and go off and be by myself and read

and not bother anybody or anything.

"Fifi and Lola luxuriate in the bathtub..."

- Is that one Fifi with the dark hair?
- Yeah.

- Ooh, Fifi's wild!
- Go on, read some more.

-
tell you what.
- Yeah?

You take me to El Paso, Texas,
and by the time we get there,

you'll be able to take this book
and read it by yourself.

I'm going to Idaho.
We'll talk about it in the morning, all right?

You mind if
take one of them furs
and use it as a blanket?

- One of my furs?
- One of them furs that you're not using.

- I'm using 'em all.
- You can't use all of 'em.

Look... you want a skin?

- This right here is...
- (Isaiah shrieks)

That's a bowie knife.
Jim gave it to me, long time ago.

Take that, go on out there and kill yourself
a critter and make a blankie out of it.

(yawns)

Morning.

Maybe it's a good morning for you,
but
had to sleep on the ground.

- What you eating?
- Your blanket.

What kind of mountain man would
kill a little old defenseless bunny?

You need to be hunting bear,
mountain lion.

Something that got a chance of killing you.

-Want a leg?
- OK.

Idaho is very close to El Paso,

s0 you can ride along with me.

But you gotta teach me to read.

It's a deal.

- But you gotta teach me something too.
- Like?

How to be a mountain man.

How to use a knife and hunt,

shoot a gun, tomahawk,

make a fire with rocks, make coffee,

skin a bear, make some pants out of it,

make my own blanket,

make a hat with some fur around it,

track,

disappear,

and know which plants not to touch,
so
don't stick myself and bleed to death.

(Cortina) Over the next several months,

the wise and wily mountain man
handed down the secrets of survival

to his fervent pupil,

much the way Moses
handed down the stone tablets.

The Kid learned rapidly.

Nature to him became second nature

and the wilderness became his home.

(donkey brays)

(laughs)

-
think you caught the last one.
- Oh.

Stupid fish!

- You're making me mad now.
- What's that?

This fish said, "Hey, you are really stupid."

(Otter Bob laughs)

(Bob) Good.

Good.

You can kill a cup.

Thanks, Bob.

(Bob) Where'd you get that hat?

It's my daddy's hat.

- That's a Cherokee feather.
- He was half Cherokee.

And your daddy
was in many, many battles.

He won 'em all.
You know how
know that?

- You see all that on that feather?
- Yeah.

Those little marks here,
they're called "coos."

And each coo is a battle
that your daddy won.

Your daddy was a great warrior.

That he was.

Looks like we're getting close.

OK,
got three bobcats here.
That's five apiece.

- That's right.
- I got six otters.

- That's four dollars apiece, right?
- Oh, yeah, four apiece.

And
got one mountain lion,
ten dollars apiece.

- You got a mountain lion?
- That's right.

You good. You good.

And one coyote.
Three dollars, right?

Well, since it's you,
I'll give you three dollars for it.

OK, what does that mean?
How much is that?

That's, uh...

That's a lot, ain't it?

Carry that two, and...

- Oh, Bob, you a rich man.
- Yeah.

No, sir, that's not $26.

- That's $52.
- No, it's 26.

No, sir, that's $52.

C'mon, Bob, who you gonna believe?

Me or him?

Well...

See, that young man's like a son to me.

And you, you're a lyin',
cheatin' son of a bitch.

C'mon, Bob.
I'm just doing business, I've been fair.

I'm gonna believe him!

Oh!

You've been doing it for five years.

C'mon over here and get $52
and get that pigsticker out of him.

- You killed him!
-
hope
did.

You k...

I'll take a bottle of whiskey for every year
that son of a bitch cheated me.

- That'll be five bottles.
- So, now we're stealing and killing?

Yeah.

Euch.

What the hell?

Look, this ain't what it look like.
He was cheating on us...

Wait a minute! Hold on!
Bob, wait! Bob, wait!

(gunshot)

Bob, Bob!

Wait! Bob, slow down!

Will you brighten up a little bit?
Nobody gonna find us here.

If they can't find us,
they're not gonna do us any harm.

I'm just wondering why
you trusted me today.

Well, if a man can't trust
his own best friend,

who can he trust?

- You my best friend too, Bob.
- Yeah.

Well, it's about time then, isn't it?

- Will it help me eat this lizard?
- It'll take the stink right off that lizard.

Don't give me too much.

Yes, sir, you're gonna
love that lizard after this.

Bob, this is nasty.

This'll grow toenails on a dead man.

I'm gonna have some more.

This lizard reminds me
of how
killed my first bear.

You ain't killed no bear.

You put it on a stick like we had it
and you put it over the fire.

And they'll come sneaking up... (growls)

And then you jump right on their back -
they don't even know what's happening

'cause they're so crazy about that lizard.

- And you got him around the neck!
- You was on his back?

- And you're choking him and choking him.
- You was on his back?

And
was choking him
and
was choking him...

His eyeballs just went pop!

And bam, he hit this old tree.

And
took the knife and then

That's when
became a mountain man.

You're not a mountain man until you have
killed your first bear with your bare hands.

Hold this.

If you can remember what
taught you,
then you will be a great bear-hunter.

I'm gonna go get a bear.

Isaiah!

Isaiah!

Son,
was just jokin'!

I didn't kill him just with my hands!

Here you go, come here.

Come here, bear.

-
got a nice lizard!
- (birds squawk)

Don't you sneak up on me.

Hey, bear, here
come!

(growling)

(Isaiah screams)

(Isaiah)
got you! You got me!

(laughing)

He's small, but he's mean.

(laughing)

C'mon over here and
have a drink, mountain man.

I'm a mountain man.

So you're telling me that
he's hanging out with an old-timer?

And you ain't gonna find him.

Otter Bob's sly as a fox.
He's the best mountain man in Texas.

He's the best mountain man?

Yeah?

Well, I'm the best tracker in Texas.

You OK, Bob?

It's empty.

You finished it off two days ago.

Bob, will you just sit down?

Billy,
told you not to drink any more!

Shut up, Bob!

- There's nobody...
- Shut up!

I'll kill you, you son of a bitch!
I'll Kill you!

Put the gun down.

- I'll kill ya!
- Put the gun down.

- Don't move, don't move.
- Bob.

Snake.

Don't move.

- What snake?
- Right there.

It's a twig snake.

Got it underneath my foot, right...

It's gone, it's OK now.

You saved my life, just give me the gun.

(Cortina) Totally unaware that Frank
Bonner was thundering toward them,

the Kid and Ofter Bob slept
like little babies that night.

Good morning, Bob.

- Snake.
- Bob, you're just hallucinating.

Between your legs.

You're just confused, all right?

He's a biggun.

That's my pet snake.

He's my friend.

- Gotta do it.
- Bob, no. Bob.

Bob, no! Bob! God, no!

Aaagh!

(rattles)

- Thank you.
-
feel pretty good about it myself.

Mighty good sippin' whiskey.

There's plenty more
where that came from, old-timer.

Now, look...

I've been tracking him for three months,

so why don't you just tell me
where that nigger is?

"Nigger."

(laughs)

Don't you ever sass me, old man.

Sorry.

I'm getting...

sassy in my old age.

If
could have one more drink...

Can
look at that picture one more time?

Gol

Go, Isaiah!

Aw, damn!

- (trap slams shut)
- Agh!

(gunshot)

Agh!

Agh! Oh, God!

- Another day.
- Oh, God! Oh, God...

Bob, you all right? Bob!

No, I've been shot.

Listen, if you're gonna put me on a horse,

you put me on a whiskey horse, OK?

Put me on a whiskey horse.

- On a whiskey horse, one with a keg.
-
know,
heard you.

Argh!

(gasping)

I must tell you...

Now, don't interrupt me. You just shut up
now, OK? These are my last words.

The most important words
I'm gonna say in my life...

Bob?

C'mon, Bob.

Bob, Bob!

- Bob!
- What?

Oh, no.

The last word they'll remember me by...

The last thing they're gonna remember me
ever saying is, "What?"

Bob.

Now,
know you don't wanna
go to heaven sober...

so here's one for the road.

(Cortina) And so... as dear old Otter Bob
was winging his way to the Great Beyond,

the Kid renewed his noble quest.

It was then, one fortuitous day,
that the saints in heaven led our hero

to the noblest, most proud
and good-looking caballero

ever o lead the Mexican people
into battle.

(Cortina) You think
am afraid of you?

I am tired of you!

Just wait, too close!

That's my hat!

You should go home to your papa,
and get a whipping for having no brain!

Ahh!

Buenos dias.

This mud should heal your face right up.

In three or four days,
you'll be good as new.

Sefior,

you have saved the life
of a great Mexican patriot,

Juan Nepomuceno Cortina,

the man who time and again
outsmarted the Texas Rangers.

That's good, now try and relax.

The man who fearlessly occupied
the city of Brownsville.

Trust me, you wanna relax.

Cortina, the man who vowed
to sacrifice his own happiness...

- Cortinal
- Si, sefior!

If you don't stop yammerin', this medicine
ain't gonna work and you're gonna die.

OK...

I am a proud and noble descendant
of Aztec and Spanish priests!

Priests who taught the world
how to torture a man!

Shh! Cortina!

Why do you think I'm out here?

In this hideout with all the trees
SO NO one can see me?

Because I'm in a little trouble with the law
and
just don't want them to find me!

The first time
look in your eyes,
knew.

You are a fellow freedom fighter.

No.

- Liberacién, ;no?
- No.

But you understand my passion, no?

No.

You're the quiet warrior.

No,
am not quiet, I'm tired.

Tired.

Tired of the gringos
stealing the Mexican lands

with the Mexican names
from the Mexican people!

San Antonio, Amarillo,
El Paso, Corpus Christi!

Oh. "Corpus Christi is Latin," you say.

-
say nothing.
- Oh, no, it's OK.

Did you ever think
Mexico is nothing to me?

Yoo-hoo, sefior.

What is your name, sefior?

Bob.

Bab?

A small but fine name.
Sefior Bab.

Bob.

- Bab.
- Bob.

Bob.

Bob. Oh, Bob. Claro, ;cémo no?
That is different.

You realize, sefior Bob...

you have saved the life of the hero
of the Mexican people, Juan...

-
got that part.
- OK.

As a man of honor,

No, no, no, no, no.
1, Juan Nepomuceno Cortina,

hereby vow to follow
and protect sefior Bob

until such time as
in turn
can save the life of sefior Bob.

- Did you say, "follow me"?
- Follow.

No. No, no, no, no, no!

You will not follow me anywhere,
do you understand me?

(Cortina) And so, recognizing
the greatness each of us possessed,

my friend and
were
inseparable from that day on.

Together, side by side,

we rode bravely toward
the most wicked and godless town

in all the American West,

the very gateway to hell itself,

El Paso, Mexico.

- Lookie here!
- Hello!

(woman) Sweetie, hey!

- (bartender) What can
get you?
- (Isaiah) Give me a whiskey.

Permiso, sefior.

OK.

What is this?
That ain't whiskey.

(bartender) That's El Paso's best, sir.

That'll be a dollar, partner.

I'm not your partner... and I'm not
gonna give you a dollar for this drink.

I'll settle for 25 cents.

Sample, if you will, the wonders
of this amazing new scientific invention,

the brushing instrument for human teeth
and dental plates.

It expunges odor, eliminates decay,

eradicates bleeding gums and mouth pain.

All the rage in London, Paris,
New York and Cairo,

and yours, my friends, for only 25 cents.

- 25 cents! Any takers?
-
gotta have one of those.

Help yourself.

Excuse me, 25 cents.

- Hey, ladies, please!
- Hey, give me one!

OK, one more.

Psst, psst.

Psst.

That's a mighty nice...

That's a mighty fine
brushing instrument, ma'am.

You too, cowpoke.

Lookie who's caught in my little trap.

(man) Party's over there, kids.

(man #1) C'mon, nice and easy.

Hey, stranger, you mighty quiet.

If you weren't breathing,
I'd think you was dead.

Name's Isaiah Turner.

I'll be doggone!

You're Nat Love, ain't you?

Well, Mr. Love, it is a privilege
to share the same jail cell with you, sir.

You the baddest gunslinger that ever lived.

Is all that stuff true?

Did you really corral ten men by yourself
at the Rattlesnake Canyon?

- Been in a lot of canyons.
- And you robbed a bank with just a knife?

That's what they say.

You're just the man to teach me
what
need to know.

I've been huntin' some men down.

Sit back.

Enjoy the day.

Ain't got time to teach you nothing.

They're gonna hang me tomorrow.

Well, look at you.

You about to be hung and...

you sitting there like you going
to the barber to get a haircut.

If a man can't go out in a blaze of glory,
he can at least go with dignity.

(sheriff) Morning, Mr. Bloomington!
Look alive, everybody!

Well, well, well.

Looks like you've earned yourself a name.

"The Whorehouse Kid."

- By God, that's a quaint little moniker.
- Look at you,

all famous and fancy and legit now.

You've become quite a little irritant
to me, son. But, as mayor of this...

Talkin' like butter won't melt in your mouth.

As mayor of this fair city,

I've come to tell you that
you're going to get a fair trial.

- 'Cept for,
know what you really are.
- And a fair hanging.

- A thief and a murderer.
- Goddamn it!

I'm gonna kill you, Bloomington.

You are going to get yours tomorrow... boy.

And
can't wait to see them
slip that noose around your neck,

and that look of pure terror
come over your face,

just like your mama had
that night that
shot her.

I'm gonna come back from my grave
and I'm gonna kill you.

(chuckles)

If my brother Jedediah was here he'd come
through that door with his guns a-blazin'

- and he'd break us outta here.
- Jedediah?

- Turner?
- You know him?

- Your brother?
- Yeah.

He was a good man.

Hell of a gunfighter.

Had a classic showdown with another gun,
called himself "the Undertaker."

Jedediah took him, didn't he?

They say it was close.
One for the books.

But your brother lost.

Jedediah dead?

He killed my brother?

You tell me where I'll find this dog called
"the Undertaker," 'cause I'm gonna kill him.

No, first I'm gonna kill Bloomington,
then I'm gonna kill Bonner,

then I'm gonna put a bullet in the head
of this man called "the Undertaker."

That's a whole heap of folks to kill.

For a man who ain't got no gun,

can't shoot,

and is presently incarcerated.

Well, I'm gonna shoot him dead.

(snoring)

(Cortina) Psst, psst!

(Cortina) Bob!

- Cortina?
- Psst.

- Psst, psst.
- Cortina.

- Psst.
- Help.

- They'll hang me.
- Wonderful!

- Right.
- OK, you got it.

Come on, Nat, wake up.

Ox, jya!

C'mon.

- (Isaiah) This is my friend, Nat Love.
- (Cortina) Good to meet you, Nat Love.

Here's your horse, here's your gun.
Even-steven, OK?

- It was good riding with you, Bob.
- You too.

- You saved my life again!
- 1 did not!

- Yes, you did.
- He jumped out the window.

- He was killing me!
- He was not!

Every time
turn around you save my life!
You make me absolutely crazy!

- Nat, I'm goin' with you.
- The hell you are.
ride alone.

Nat, that's my horse!

-
gotta go with you.
- What?

C'mon. Let's go!

Help me get up!

(Cortina) Pursued by 20 Texas Rangers,

with a pack of slavering bloodhounds
nipping at our heels,

we rode fogether,

escorting sefior Love
to his secret hideaway.

Senor Love! Senor!

(Isaiah) Hey, I'm not playing with you!

(men) Nat! Nat!

Yeah, well, they almost
stretched my neck for real this time, boys.

(man) How the hell are you, Nat?

Hey, don't shoot, don't shoot!

It is
, Juan Nepomuceno Cortina.

- Where's the kid?
- The kid? The kid...

He keeps falling off the back of my horse.
It's a little problem we are working on.

No, don't you do it!

What part of, "Stop, wait, I've fallen down,
wait for me" do you not understand?

He was riding like the wind.

- You left me back there in the dirt!
-
did not want to leave sefior Love.

Gentlemen, allow me to introduce
my fearless compadre,

Senor "Isaiah” Bob Turner.

Now, look,
thought
told you
not to follow me!

C'mon, Nat,
saved your life.

That's right, you owe your life to this man.

You must protect this man.
You must follow him and give him shelter

until such time as you can
save the life of this man.

- Shut up.
- Shut up.

All right, you can hole up
for a couple of days.

As long as that fella keeps his trap shut.

Keep your mouth shut.

Come on.

Don't you get mad at me
'cause you can't stay on the horse!

Whoal!

- Who are you?
- Isaiah.

Who are they?

- Special people.
- How you doin', Sister?

How you doin’, Sister?

Hello, Sister. Sister.

Let me give you a hand.

(laughs)

You look like a man.
You smell like a man, too.

Amen.

(man) Dig in, boys.

Um... my name's Isaiah Turner.

This is a really nice hideout you got here.

How ya doin'?
haven't met...

OK. You guys are pretty hungry.

I'm new at gunslinging, so any kind of tips
or pointers you could show me,

I'd be willing to... take into consideration.

Hey!

Use a damn fork, Graham.

(laughter)

(man) He can't hit nothing.

(yells)

(man) Try again!

Bob, no! No, Bob!

No, no, no!

No me mate!
No quick draw.

We either gonna have to kill that kid,
or teach him how to shoot.

We don't get shot at this much
when we're robbin' banks.

Shoot this.

All right, put it down on the rock.

No. Shoot it out of my hand.

- C'mon, Nat.
- Shoot it.

If you hit me... I'm gonna kill ya.

Nat, this ain't funny, c'mon.

Shoot it.

Every time you shoot at someone,
plan on dying.

Al right.

(woman) C'mon, Nat, get up on that horse!

(cheering)

Whoal!

Wooo!

(Isaiah) That was great!

That's how I wanna ride.

You need to be confident, Bob.

- The problem is getting up onto the horse.
- That's hard.

Yes.

OK, let's try it again.
Put the foot in the stirrup, OK?

Just remember,
no fighting in the bank.

This hand gets the reigns.

You don't have the reigns,
you have no control.

You ready?
You go up, OK?

-
like when you don't holler at me.
- I'm so sorry
hollered at you.

OK? One, two, three, hup.

- Looks pretty good, don't it?
- It looks good, yeah.

- (Nat) Hey, get off that horse.
-
just got on it.

He's jealous.

You know, ridin' a horse
is a lot like being with a woman.

Ah!

OK, just so
understand this correctly,

what part of ridin' a horse
is like being with a woman?

Nat, the greenhorn's a virgin!

(man) Boy ain't never had
no sugar dumplings!

- (laughter and applause)
- Oh, don't clap for me!

If you knew how many women
been with,
y'all would be in there prayin' right now!

Boy ain't nothin' but a cherry,
that's what he is!

(whistles)

It's all right.
Mary got the medicine for ya.

-
don't need your help.
- C'mon, now, Mary ain't gonna hurt ya.

- Just give you a little ridin' lesson.
- Get away from me.

Come here, boy! Come here!

Go ahead, Mary, show him!

(man) Show him, show him!

Ow! Owl

- Don't hurt me, Mary!
- Mary ain't gonna hurt you.

- Mary's gonna fix what troubles you.
- Nat!

- Good luck, Bob!
- (bleating)

(laughing)

(Isaiah) Nat, she ain't got no drawers!

(man) Whoo!

(man) Yeah! Ride him, cowboy!

(man) All right!

(man) He's a bronc rider!

I'd say the boy's fixed.

He's been practicing.

I tell her, "Maria, drink this tequila,
take off your clothes."

"You will see God!"

"I will bring him to you!"

Boys, now come on,
why did you call us here?

The kid needs a name.

How 'bout "Dusty Butt"?

He's still wet behind the ears.

- Let's call him "Runt Boy."
- Oh, uh-uh, honey.

- Ain't nothin' runty about that boy.
- (laughter)

- (man) How's about "Happy"?
- It's about pride.

Man's gotta have a name
that he can be proud of.

You know?
What are you proud of, son?

My daddy.

He died fighting for
something he believed in.

- He was half Cherokee.
- "The Cherokee Kid."

Oh, wait now, I've got it. "Buffalo Red."

- "Buffalo Bob."
- Not "Bob."

- His name is not Bob.
- No, listen to me...

What about "Rusty Red"?

- "Cherokee Kid."
- Ah-ah-ah...!

- "The Cherokee Kid."
- All right, Nat, now that's a name.

That's a good one, Nat.
"The Cherokee Kid."

- Well, do
look like a gunslinger?
- You look like the Cherokee Kid.

I've been meaning to ask you...

- Where did the shirt come from?
- That's Billy's.

He's not with us anymore.

- Where we headed, Nat?
- Reserve bank in Pecos.

It's Bloomington's
biggest bank, easy target.

Let's move it!

Those are the charges and the amount.

- Hold on, sir.
-
want that amount...

Could
please have
some money for the poor?

- Sorry, Sister.
- Pretty please. It's for charity, you know.

- No can do.
- Oh.

How about if
show you a little of this?

Anybody move, I'll blow ya straight to hell.

Pay attention.

Let's move it, ladies!

(Mary) Get! Ho!

Go on now!

We've just been robbed
by a bunch of gun-totin' nuns

and that man!

Whoa, whoa.

Phew! That was fun.

You're the quickest
doggone study I've ever seen.

Well, you're the best teacher I've ever had.

You got places to go...

and people to kill.

- We'll meet up again sometime.
- Thanks, Nat.
ain't gonna forget you.

C'm
on!

(Cortina) That was the last time

But he is a man of such character, such...

bearing, such...

cojones,

he will live within my bosom forever.

(Cortina) The Kid knew
if Bloomington was elected governor

he would control everything:
the money, the land, the people.

Plus, it would be
a whole lot harder to kill him.

So he took the excellent advice
of yours truly

and set out to make Bloomington
crazy enough to come to him.

He realized robbing his banks would be
a nice way o get his attention

and to humiliate him
in the eyes of the public.

Excuse me,
we're taking a photograph here.

Oh, yeah?
We're robbin' a bank here.

Hey, take the picture!

- Give me all your money, por favor.
- OK, just one minute. Mr. Kid?

The Cherokee Kid?

Hi. Hi.

- We're old friends.
- What are you doin' here?

Well,
got promoted, then transferred.

- Ta-da.
- You got the apron!

They gave me an apron.
It's got the hand embroidery.

It doesn't have your name,
but it has those lovely floral patterns.

Oh, here, wait.

Don't forget your money.

- Thanks for your patronage.
- Give me my gun.

Or robbery-age.

Idiot!

(Cortina) Bloomington was fed up.

He sent for the most cold-blooded
gunslinger in all the West,

the Undertaker,

and 20 other snarling jackals.

My only recourse was
to turn to you gentlemen,

professionals, to get the job done.

Now this... bag of gold coins...

will go to the first man to deliver any of
the Kid's indispensable body parts to me,

along with some identifiable
portion of his anatomy.

His... head will do.

(laughter)

He's mine.

- Not unless
get to him first.
- Whoa, friend.

Word of advice...

You right-handed or southpaw?

Southpaw, why?

Guess he'd better start
practicing with his right.

Like
said, he's mine.

(Bloomington) There's a challenge
for you, gentlemen.

Go get him.

Well, Mr. Undertaker,

you...

certainly are a...

The gold's for any man that can get him.

-
don't need no gold.
- (laughs)

Well, go get him then for free.

(Isaiah) Excuse me, ma'am?

Would you consider selling us
some fresh horses?

We don't cotton to your kind around here.

"My kind"? My kind's your kind.

My kind don't go around knockin' over
banks and robbin' little old ladies,

so just turn around and get!

(man) God Almighty,
it's the Cherokee Kid!

Abigail, that's the Cherokee Kid!

- Ma!
- (woman) What?

- It's the Cherokee Kid!
- Oh!

You climb on off that horse
and rest yourself there, Mr. Cherokee.

Abigail, you go on in the kitchen
and set a table, girl.

We got famous company for dinner.

Where I'm from, ma'am, when your pa
asks you to do something, you hop to.

- (man) Abigail, hop to!
- (Ma) Come on, baby.

Thank you, ma'am.

Like
said, I'm in a jail cell,
waiting to be hung the next morning,

then my compadre here breaks
the walls down to get me out of there.

So I'm shootin' my way out,
bullets flyin' everywhere.

I reckon then, Cherokee, that's why
they upped your reward to $5,000.

That's a lot of money.

Tell us about that bank you cracked open
with that cannonball.

No, no!
wanna hear how you robbed
Texas Ranger payroll.

- Texas Rangers.
- Ranger payroll?

Now, that is an interesting story,
but the Pinedale bank...

- Pinedale!
- That was the most frightening.

Incredible.

You got the bank guards on one side.

You got that bloodthirsty,
no-good Jake Carver gang...

(all gasp)

Abby!

5,000 goes a long way
to helping us keep our land!

Talk to me, Bob.

Why you got me tied up?

And why did you hit me on the head?

We ain't no fools.

- We know you come to rob us.
- Rob you?

Why would
wanna rob poor people?
You ain't got nothing to take.

- I'm lookin' for Bloomington.
- Uh-huh, uh-huh!

He's workin' for the man
who's tryin' to steal our land! Perfect!

Workin' for him?
I'm huntin' that man down!

- He killed my ma and my pa.
- You lie like a pig in mud.

You think I'm lyin'?
Go out there and look at my horse.

Get some of them Bloomington
bank bags I've been robbing.

Go ahead and take 'em, take 'em all!

- Ma.
- Pa.

We don't want your stinkin' money!

(both) We don't?

You ain't got enough money
to give him, no way.

He don't want your money,
he wants your land.

You know, Ma,
Cherokee may be right.

- No.
-
mean, the man is everywhere.

He's got his hands in the bank,

the railroad, government.

Abigail,
don't think
we can rightly fight that man.

We can't afford you!

Well, since
was gonna kill him anyway,
I'll do it for free.

You just shut up your face!

Don't you go fillin' my ma and pa's head
with your fabrications and your falsehoods!

Let me tell you something...

Let me tell you something.

Next time you tie a man up,
use a proper knot.

You know, for a pretty woman,
you got an ugly attitude.

Thanks for all your hospitality,
but
got to be going.

But I'll be back, Abby.

(Cortina)
thank you also,

and
assure you that
respect
your strange manners.

jMadre de Dios!

- What'd he say?
- "Goodbye"?

Where the heck is my rifle?

- Abby, no!
- Wait a minute! That's company, girl!

Come on, giddy up!

Hell, Abigail,

Well...

it's dark.

(Pa) Mm-hm.

That's him right there.

I'm looking for Sirus Bloomington.

(man) It's a coincidence, Cherokee.

Undertaker's out lookin' for you.

- Is that so?
- Best watch your back.

Undertaker's not the only
bloodsucker gunnin' for you.

Bloomington's gold's put a bee in
a lot of nasty good-for-nothin' bonnets.

Well, I'll keep that in mind.

And if your ass had eyeballs,
you'd be looking at the nastiest one!

Ooh.

Agh!

Now, y'all tell this "Undertaker"

high noon on Main Street.

- You got that?
- Yeah.

What in the hell's a "rendezvous"?

(Cortina) That afternoon,
as Bloomington's bloodthirsty vultures

descended upon Larabee,

the Kid went back to the one ladybird
who had caught his eye.

What do you want?
Ain't you had enough?

Well, I...

Well,
don't wanna be seen with you,
so just move on, mister.

Oh, I'm sorry, ma'am,

- Say that again.
- I said, I don't have a husband.

Why, I'm shocked, Miss Abby,

that some man wouldn't wanna be hit
by you with a frying pan on a daily basis.

And I'm shocked that for a man who
might be meetin' his maker tomorrow,

you acting awfully chipper.

I'm not the man who's gonna be
meeting his maker tomorrow.

You sure?

I'm sure.

Well... I'm gonna say a prayer for you
anyway, whether you like it or not!

See you later, Cherokee Kid.

Yesterday...

when the Kid rode into town,

he was as ready as
ever saw.

He was ready!

He was the most...

The best...

He was the best man
ever knew.

Bloomington wants him
in the ground right now.

You don't touch that coffin.
We'll carry it out ourselves.

Al right.

This seems like a proper place
to end this story.

We don't care to hear your side.

No, but you're gonna,
so shut up and listen.

Yesterday morning when [ first saw the Kid

So you're the Undertaker.

Cherokee feather...

I'm gonna take that after
kill you.

Word of advice:
don't mistake stupidity for courage.

Now it's your turn to die.

Sweet dreams.

"Sweet dreams,”

which is what
always told my little brother
when
tucked him in at night.

Oh, my...

Where the heck is my rifle?

Bob, I'm so happy to see you!

I'm going after Bloomington.

(Isaiah) Jed, I'm coming!

- These furs are heavy.
- Come on!
got you, Bob!

Jed, cover me!

Let's go.

Take it easy.
You OK?

Oh, no! I've been better, Bob.

For a man so good with words,

that was the sorriest eulogy

Now that I'm dying,

Please, you're too conceited to die.

No matter what happens, little brother,
it's been the happiest day of my life.

- Me too. Let's finish it.
- Come on.

I'll be right back.

Let's do it.

Where the hell's Bloomington?

Where that coward always is,
trying to get away.

Bloomington.

Just stop what you're doing, Bloomington.

Not so tough by yourself, are you?

You're not gonna shoot a man
in the back, are ya?

Wouldn't bother me none.
Remember, you killed my mama.

Yeah, but that's because

What if we could become partners maybe?

Hell, I've got more money
than you could ever steal.

I'll be governor next year, more than likely.

Well, what do you say?

You know what?
You're a pathetic old man.

You're not even worth a bullet.

Ah-ha!

That was for my mama.

(gun cocking)

(gunshot)

(speaking Native American)

We lost a good friend.

My teacher.
Like a father to me.

I'm gonna miss you, Nat.

- Thank you.
- Kid.

(Isaiah) So, Jed, when did you
start calling yourself "the Undertaker"?

Well,
got in some trouble a while back,
little brother, and had to disappear.

Just like Mama taught me,

and named my new self "the Undertaker."

Well,
almost got buried back there.
You almost hit me.

- You almost shot my ear off.
- It's a good thing
drew first.

You...? Who drew first?

You gettin' deaf in your old age?

- Did not.
- Did so.

- No, you did not.
- Yes,
did.

- You did not!
- Where are you goin'?

- Did not.
- Did.

Well,
figured I'd go out west,
get a chance to know my brother better.

Besides, there's some
more wrongs got to be right.

You killed your enemies,
you avenged your parents' death,

you even found your long-lost brother.

Isaiah, you don't have to be
the Cherokee Kid no more.

Besides, I'm good at it.

Well, I'd best be going.

(Cortina) OK. Hasta la vista, compadre.

- And where do you think you're going?
- I'm going!

Didn't
just save your life?

Oh, Bob!

- OK.
- All right.

Take care, Miss Abby.

Woman, what is wrong with you?

You ain't ridin' off
into no damn sunset without me!

(Isaiah) C'mon, then.
You better keep up!

(Cortina whistles) Bob, this way!

(Isaiah)
know.

The sun got in my eyes!