All language subtitles for Smith ! (USA) (1969) 0_track4_eng

[♪ Bobby Russell: The Ballad
of Smith and Gabriel Jimmyboy]

♪ There's an Indian boy
in trouble and he's runnin' ♪

♪ He clenches his protection
like a toy ♪

♪ There's been a murder
back in town ♪

♪ And the blame went
'round and 'round ♪

♪ And they laid it all
on Gabriel Jimmyboy ♪

♪ And Smith is just
a white man in the valley ♪

♪ Knows well the greatest
lesson that can be told ♪

♪ And if a friend
or neighbor slips ♪

♪ He reaches out
to call on Smith ♪

♪ And people know
that Smith cannot be bought ♪

♪ But Gabriel Jimmyboy
won't run forever ♪

♪ It looks as though
they may let him be a man ♪

♪ And there will be someone
like Smith wherever ♪

♪ A neighbor slips
and reaches for his hand ♪

♪ There's an Indian boy
in trouble and he's runnin' ♪

♪ He clenches his protection
like a toy ♪

♪ The Sheriff says that
he's guilty and he's comin' ♪

♪ Comin' after
Gabriel Jimmyboy ♪

♪ Comin' after
Gabriel Jimmyboy ♪

- ♪ Comin' after
Gabriel Jimmyboy ♪ - [horse whinnying]

♪ Comin' after
Gabriel Jimmyboy ♪

[whinnying]

[boy] Come on, Tasha.

Come on!
That's the idea.

Come on! Come on!
Come on, Tasha.

Come on back.
Come get the apple.

Come on, boy.
Come on.

Come on. Keep on comin'.
Come on. That's a good boy.

Come on. Come on.
Keep on comin'.

That's the idea.

Come on. Come and get it.
That's a good boy...

Stay.
That's a'way, Tasha.

That's a good boy, Tasha.
That's a'way.

[horse whinnies]

- [grunting]
- [dog barking]

- [whistling]
- [cows mooing]

[whistling]

Smith!

[dog barking]

[cows mooing]

- [boy] Smith! Smith!
- [dog barking]

Where ya been for three days,
Smith? Ma's fit to be tied.

I've been up in the higher range
tracking down this scrawny beef.

- Ma been inquirin' about me?
- Inquiring?

She says when she
gets her hands on you...

She's been inquirin'...

"Three days he's gone,"
she says.

And the two of us here
all alone.

What's for supper?

"We could be murdered
in our beds

for all your father cares,"
she said.

We got chicken stew
for supper.

What's this about who
being murdered in who's bed?

I dunno. But she's been
walking around the house

with your shotgun like
there's gonna be a massacre.

Well, sometimes your ma
gets carried away

by the pioneer spirit.

Huh.

- [Smith whistling]
- [cows mooing]

Smith, remember
what we were talkin' about?

Three days ago
before you took off?

Hope it isn't rooster stew
for supper

considering the caliber
of our chickens.

We were talking
about Tashie.

And you said
the day after Christmas

that you'd break 'em for me
so I could ride him.

Well, you got
my solemn word, son.

You didn't in January
and February...

And March and
April and May...

Lemme tell you somethin',

there's only one way
to break an Appaloosa.

That's the good old-fashioned
Indian talk way.

Eh, now I made a deal
with Ol' Antoine,

in fact it was
the day after Christmas.

I'm sure he'll get
around to it sometime.

- Pretty soon now, huh?
- OK, Smith.

- Just thought I'd mention it.
- Well, I'm glad you did, son.

I'll speak to Antoine.

- All right?
- All right. OK.

All right, Charlie.
Get 'em in the pen there, boy.

Come on, boy.
Let's go.

- [dog barking]
- [cows mooing]

[door opening]

"All right.

Where you been and how come
you run off without telling me?"

Miss me? Hmm?

Oh, cut it out, will ya,
Smith?

There's something going on
in that old shack

on the other side
of the meadow.

- Oh, really?
- Antoine's over there.

Oh, that's good.

He's finally come to break
the Appaloosa for Albie.

There's someone
in there with him!

Oh, now, Norah...

Ol' Antoine must be
at least 97 years old.

- Smith, stop it!
- Wait a minute!

- That's the end of romance...
- Oh, stop it!

All right, so who's
with Ol' Antoine?

I think
it's Gabriel Jimmyboy.

Smith, you've gotta
get him out of there.

- Norah...
- He's wanted for murder.

Please get him
off our land.

I've been scared witless
every night.

I don't know this Jimmyboy
very well,

but if he's a friend
of Antoine...

The police are
after him!

Smith, he's got a gun!

How do you know
he's got a gun?

I saw him. He and Antoine
went through the meadow

- heading for our old shack.
- [Albie] Smith!

- [footsteps pounding]
- [door opening]

Ol' Antoine's here! He wants
some kerosene for his lamp.

Can we make him stay
for dinner, Ma?

Chicken stew's
his favorite.

Can he, Ma?
Make him stay.

Hello, this place!

Hello, Antoine.

- Conesta.
- Conesta.

Well, look who dropped by
to borrow a little kerosene.

Uh, Norah, maybe we could talk
him into staying for supper?

Hello.
Good evening.

Hello. Good evening,
Ol' Antoine.

- Smith...
- Shh... Now listen.

He's only gonna
stay a little while.

Eat, Ol' Antoine.

Here. Hmm?

[whispering] Oh, yeah.
Go ahead.

Antoine?

Smith says you're gonna
break my Appaloosa.

Could you do it
pretty soon, Antoine?

[speaking in
Native American dialect]

[Albie] Will he do it,
Smith?

I don't think he's talkin'
about your Appaloosa, Albie.

He's...

He's comparing this stew
to the great famine of '78.

[clearing throat]
Yeah.

Antoine...

Who is in
that old shack with you

on the other side
of the hay meadow?

- Cut it out, will ya, Norah?
- We have a right to know.

How can we sleep
with a murderer on the loose?

[Smith] Norah!

Antoine, listen to me.

- Who...
- [indistinct thumping outside]

- Hello, this place!
- [Albie] It's Peterpaul!

Can I go out and play
till it gets dark?

I'll stay close
to the house.

- Norah...
- Antoine...

I'm gonna ask you once more.

Now see what you've done?

Antoine,
I tell you what.

Come by for breakfast

and then you and I'll go hunting
in the hills, all right?

Might be that chicken.
No she chicken.

Might be he chicken,
I think.

[sighing]

Indian very funny.

Oh, he didn't mean anything
disrespectful, Norah. He...

- You know Ol' Antoine...
- Sure I know.

Blood brother. Taught you
everything you know...

As a matter of fact,
he did.

Ever since I could climb on
a horse and throw a rope.

All right, all right.
We buy Ol' Antoine,

but what about
the rest of them?

They sleep on our land.
They eat our food.

They get into trouble
and you bail them out of jail.

And you give them our hay when
we don't even have enough for our own stock.

And...

I'm so fed up with Indians.

Norah, now you listen to me.

Somebody has to
take care of them

or else they get
pushed around.

But why does it
always have to be you?

Why do they always come here
when their sky falls down?

Where else would they go?

All right, I'll go up to the
cabin and I'll get rid of Gabriel Jimmyboy.

You just keep
my coffee hot.

All right?

- Oh, Smith?
- Yeah?

- Here.
- What's that for?

- But he's a murderer.
- Well, I'm not.

- Tots alla.
- Tots alla, yourself.

- Oh, hi, Smith.
- Hi, Vince.

Smith, have you seen an Indian
named, uh, Gabriel Jimmyboy on your place?

- Jimmy who?
- Boy. Jimmyboy.

No. What's he look like?

Looks like a blasted Indian.
What else?

What's the matter with those
dogs? Can't they track Indians?

Eh... they've been trackin'
all day.

They went and lost the trail
down there by Bear Creek.

Well, why don't you all
go one back to jail and kinda sleep it off, huh?

Look, Smith,
somebody told the sheriff

they seen an Indian
on your place.

I'm gonna ask you official:

Have you seen an Indian
named Gabriel Jimmyboy?

[Smith] No... No.

Well, I think I'll just get down
to the old shack of yours and look myself.

[Smith] Hey, Vince.
You got a warrant?

- This Indian murdered a man.
- Are you sure?

Well, now what do you want,
a personal affidavit?

He's an Indian, ain't he?
And he was drunk, wasn't he?

Money's gone and Sam Hardy's
dead. What else do you need?

I don't think the sheriff
would want you poking around

that shack without
a search warrant.

I don't need no warrant
for no Indian!

[Smith] But you need your job.

Now don't do anything
bull-headed. You might lose it.

Hello, this place.
It's me, Smith.

[gun cocking]

What's your friend
holdin' a gun for?

I mean, it's only Smith.

He's scared,
this place only one door.

Well, uh... yeah.

Uh... suppose we sit down here
and have a smoke, huh?

Never mind smoke.
Tell him.

- Smith...
- What?

Me and Gabriel,
we talk.

I tell him maybe you help,

so they don't kill him
on that rope.

What kind of help,
Antoine?

The sheriff, they look for
Gabriel. With them dogs.

They better not come this place.
I shoot.

Gabriel, he wants to go away.
He go with you, Smith.

Hide him in that truck.
You take him to Canada.

- What?
- It's the best way, Smith.

Oh, now wait a minute.
No, that isn't the best way.

You gotta have him turn himself
in and stand trial.

That's the best way.

[speaking in
Native American dialect]

No, no. You can't just run up to
Canada and hide,

because they'll find ya.

And they'll bring ya
back to trial.

[speaking in
Native American dialect]

- Why do you say that?
- They kill me in that rope.

Maybe Smith right.
You go to court, Gabriel.

- No.
- You go, Gabriel.

I speak for you.

Ol' Antoine speak
for Gabriel Jimmyboy.

Wait, you'll speak for him?

Is there something you know?
I mean, about what happened?

I know that day very well.

[speaking in
Native American dialect]

Antoine, why do you talk
of the past?

That has nothing to do
with Gabriel.

[speaking in
Native American dialect]

Oh, he know it's old man's talk.

[continues in Native American
dialect] ...the General Howard.

What are you talking about
General Howard for?

That was 90 years ago.

[continues in
Native American dialect]

Now, Antoine...

We wait now.

I guess the best thing we can
do is smoke a peace pipe. Here.

[continues in
Native American dialect]

Smith isn't gonna
like this, Ma.

It's been more than
three hours.

He may be lying
in a pool of blood by now.

You lock that door and don't
let anybody in. Do you hear me?

- OK, Ma.
- OK.

The policemen, they pay
$500 anybody find Gabriel.

I bring Gabriel to this court,
take $500 and get good lawyer.

- No.
- [speaks in Native American dialect]

Hey, hold it!
Just wait a minute.

We don't need money
for a lawyer.

The Indian Bureau will get
a lawyer for Gabriel Jimmyboy.

- You trust Indian Bureau?
- Well, sure.

Sure. You not Indian.

[horse galloping up outside]

[speaks in
Native American dialect]

That's just Norah, my wife.

She's come to tell me
how late it is.

Gabriel, she's not mad at you.

She's just gettin'
set to bawl me out.

So long, Antoine.
Bye, Gabriel.

You think over what I said.
Hmm?

Are you all right?

Norah, it isn't often
that I get mad.

Please don't get mad now,
Smith.

- Well, you oughta know better.
- I couldn't help it.

I got to thinking of you
up there all alone

with that crazy murderer.

He could've killed you.

You could've got us
both killed.

Aw, Smith.

- Smith, Smith.
- All right.

I'm sorry. It's just that
I've been so churned up lately.

- Smith?
- What?

What about Gabriel Jimmyboy?

I told him to give himself up,

but the guy's scared they're
gonna hang him.

Rightfully he should give
himself up, shouldn't he?

I don't know about
"rightfully."

There's only one thing worse
than being a cow rancher:

That's being
an Indian.

- [Albie] Did you ever see him?
- [Peterpaul] Sure. Lotsa times.

Does he look like...
he killed somebody?

Look like Indian.

You're a great help.
[sighing]

- [whispering] Hold still.
- I'm trying to.

- Shh...
- [dog whining]

- Charlie, cut it out.
- Shh...

- Charlie, go away.
- [grunting]

- [Peterpaul] Run!
He's got a gun! - [dog barking]

- I see him. He have gun.
- You didn't see anything.

- There wasn't anybody in there.
- You sure?

Sure, I'm sure.
You got too much imagination.

- Sound like somebody with gun.
- Go back and look for yourself.

I take your word.

Maybe we oughta get out
of here anyway.

Yeah.

- Let's go to the Topin Ridge
and play. - [dog barking]

- [dog growling]
- Charlie, stay!

Come on, Charlie. There's
probably rattlers in there.

Come on.

[gun cocking]

It's him. It's Jimmyboy.
He kill Sam Hardy.

I no kill him.
Somehow they cheat me.

I tell him he cheat.
We fight. No kill.

[speaks in
Native American dialect]

- You a Smith boy?
- Yes, sir.

Smith good man.
You see Ol' Antoine?

- No.
- [sighing]

He say he come here.
Plenty to eat.

He too old man.
He forget, I think.

- You hungry, Mr. Jimmyboy?
- No eat long time.

Listen, Mr. Jimmyboy,
we'll bring you food every day.

- And we'll have a signal.
- Eh? You tell.

No, no. I swear.

You go.
If you tell...

Don't worry.

Hey! Listen, when we
come back, we'll whistle.

[whistling] Come on, Peterpaul.
Come on, Charlie.

- [cows mooing]
- [roosters crowing]

- Hello, Smith!
- Hello, Walter Charlie.

You get the barn
ready to bring hay crop, I see.

Yeah, I'm getting' the barn
ready. What's on your mind?

I've come to talk
to Ol' Antoine.

Ol' Antoine break your
Appaloosa someday, huh?

Well, I haven't seen
Ol' Antoine.

I know.

Ol' Antoine, he's someplace
with Gabriel Jimmyboy.

- By and by,
he come to this place. - Well, so?

I know a policeman give $500
for Gabriel Jimmyboy.

Well, suppose you find Gabriel.
You'll be a rich man.

I can't do.
Too official.

Are you gonna be the court
interpreter again this year?

- Uh-huh.
- Oh, boy.

It's no good for official
to collect reward money.

You get $500.

We split.
You keep $100.

I'm taking up a lot
of your valuable time, Walter.

- Hop on the bike and pedal off.
- OK, Smith.

I make good bargain.

I give you $150.
No more.

Doggone it.
Look what you did!

That's all right, Smith.

I give you plenty time
to think it over.

- Yeah, sure I know.
- What did Walter Charlie want?

Ah, he wanted to give me $150
if I turn in Gabriel Jimmyboy.

- Cash?
- Oh, now white lady very funny.

Come on. Quit worrying, Norah.
We're gonna make it this year.

No, we're not, Smith.

Look at that hay crop.

It's full of weeds
and we're down to 78 head

on the breeding stock. The bank
said even a hundred cow ranch

- can't make the grade anymore.
- You're absolutely right.

- It's all your fault.
- Oh, Smith!

Come on, it isn't that bad.

We get that hay cut,
everything's gonna be fine.

If it gets cut.

If McDonald Lasheway
comes with his mowers,

and if McDonald's Indians
feel like mowing and...!

Oh, Smith!

[sighing, grunts]

[dogs barking, howling]

- That sounds like
the sheriff's dogs. - Yeah. It does.

Well, I guess Gabriel Jimmyboy
decided not to give himself up.

[dogs barking, howling]

[sighing] Well,
that's another dead-end

for those old hound dogs.

[chuckling]

Smith?

- Smith?
- Yeah?

If you made a promise
to someone...

I mean, if you know
the whereabouts

of a certain person...

Come on, Rufus, you find
him now. You find him.

Come on, Rufus.
You find him. Yeah.

Hello, Vince.
Any luck?

I wasted two whole days
gettin' a search warrant.

I oughta run you in

for harboring
a fugitive from justice.

- Oh, I wouldn't try that.
- You see this rag?

Well, it's got Gabriel
Jimmyboy's scent all over it.

All right, now
where you hiding him?

Well, I'll tell ya,
I'm hiding him...

...in an old copper mine.

All right,
get those stupid dogs goin'.

[dogs howling]

[chuckling]
I'll even odds Gabriel's

a hundred miles away
from here by now.

- [laughing]
- No, he isn't, Smith.

You were right.
He is in the old copper mine.

Ah, doesn't matter.
Those dogs...

He's where?

In the old copper mine
at the Tokin Ridge.

Me and Peterpaul
brought him food.

Albie, in ten years I haven't
laid one single hand on you.

- [dogs howling]
- He's awful nice, Smith.

He couldn't'a done it.

If Vince gets there first,
there's gonna be shootin'.

- [dogs howling]
- [indistinct shouting]

[dogs barking, howling]

[dogs barking, howling]

Yeah, we got 'em now, eh?

- Gabriel Jimmyboy?
- [voice echoing in mine]

This is a police officer.
Come out with your hands up.

I'll give you just five seconds.

And if you don't come out,
we'll come in and get ya.

- One...! Two...!
- [dogs barking]

Three...! Four...!

Five!

All right, let 'em go.

[howls echoing]

- We got 'em now.
- [dogs barking, howling]

Well, get those dogs!

I guess Mr. Jimmyboy
wasn't in there.

Yeah, it's lucky for Vince
he wasn't. [chuckling]

[dogs howling]

Smith, what will they do
with Gabriel Jimmyboy

when they catch him?

Well, I wouldn't
worry about that.

They haven't caught him yet.

- Hey, did you find that Indian?
- What does it look like?

[men laughing]

Let those idiots go!

Would you do
what I tell ya?

[dogs barking, howling]

Vince, put that gun away.

Sheriff, I've been trailing
him ever since Bear Creek.

You never trail nothing.

Ol' Antoine brought him
in here a half hour ago.

- [dogs howling]
- Get them fool dogs outta here.

Make your mark,
Antoine.

Wait a minute, Chief.
What is this?

Antoine bring in Gabriel
Jimmyboy. Get $500.

You're not gonna let him
get away with that, are ya?

Antoine, you go sit
at my desk.

- Lock up the prisoner, Vince.
- Just a minute, chief.

I've been working on this case
night and day.

Will you do like I tell ya?

Now just put your mark on there,
Antoine.

We'll see you
get your money.

[honking horn]

[tires screeching]

- [horn honking]
- [horse squealing]

[both laughing]

[speaks in Native American
dialect] Soda pop.

[brakes squealing]

Smith...?

Vince is just pulling up.

Look, Gabriel, you just gotta
sorta take things easy 'cause...

...everything's gonna
turn out all right.

I don't know, Smith.

Maybe was better
to go to Canada.

- Maybe now they kill me
in that rope. - Nobody's gonna kill ya.

You're gonna get a fair trial.

Now you just...
you must...

You just must believe that.

Not easy to believe, Smith.

Now you listen with your head.

You stop thinkin'
about that rope.

You just... just stop.

- OK, Smith.
- [whispering] Smith!

OK.

Smith...

You believe I don't do
this thing?

Well, why do you think
I came here?

[man] All right, Smith.
Look out.

Smith, you don't have
to come back.

I'm takin' him
to Williamstown.

They'll keep him down there
till the trial starts.

- OK.
- Oh, and Smith?

They're gonna convict
that Indian as sure as you're standing there.

Now you're...

You're just brimmin' over
with humanity, aren't ya?

You can afford all
that humanity stuff, I can't.

After all, I gotta risk
my neck with these people.

That's no reason to wanna
hang that boy in there.

Well, he killed Sam Hardy,
didn't he?

[sighing]

Way I figure, he...

He hit Sam when Sam
pulled that knife of his on 'em.

- Just once too often.
- It killed him. That's enough.

Sam ran up against trouble
he brought on himself.

- Aw, Smith...
- Come on. Get off it, will ya?

Sam was selling those Indians
liquor. And takin' their money

in that phony card game of his.

Hey, Vince.

You coulda moved in there
and stopped it.

Why didn't you?

Well, maybe there was a little
money in it on the side for you.

[horn honking]

[brakes squeaking]

That's all right, Joe.

You don't break anything,
I think.

Walter Charlie,
whose car is this?

My car. I buy this car
to take Ol' Antoine to Williamstown

when they have this trial
for Gabriel Jimmyboy.

Now don't tell me where you got
the $499.95 because I know!

Hey, Joe, you got
a six pack of root beer

for Ol' Antoine?
He's thirsty.

He no used to automobile.

Why'd ya give him
the whole $500?

He interpret good this trial.

Well, what happened
to the lawyer?

Walter Charlie, he get lawyer
appoint by Indian Bureau.

No charge.

You're a cheap chiseler.

- Ol' Antoine, he like that car.
- It's not his car.

It's your car.

Well, the old man, he no can
drive. What for he want car?

[Smith] Antoine...

[speaks in
Native American dialect]

Just tryin' to be
with the buffalo.

He's right, Smith.
This car like big wagon.

Go across prairie when
white man hunt buffalo.

Oh, boy.

[horn honking]

Hey, Smith!

[speaks in
Native American dialect]

- Truck no good. Put it away.
- [both laughing]

[Smith] Walter!

- [speaks in
Native American dialect] - [horn honking]

[brakes screeching]

- You all right, Antoine?
- Yeah.

Come on.

Why you wave me to pass,
Smith?

You pretty bum driver,
I think.

Hey, Smith! What am I going
to do with this car now?

Well, I'll tell you what,
Walter.

You go get yourself a paddle.

You'll have yourself
a nice four wheel canoe.

[water gurgling]

And six makes a total of $2,300

after we sell the beef off.

- Smith?
- Yeah?

If we could borrow
$500 at the bank...

Say, do you think
he'd like a can of sardines?

Huh?

This package I'm making for
Gabriel Jimmyboy.

You think he'd sardines?

You're the one
who thinks like an Indian.

I think I'm gonna
put in two cans of sardines...

- Smith!
- What?

If you'd send for that bulletin

from the Department
of Agriculture

- on feed grains...
- How about some of that jam you made?

If you would send for that
bulletin, they could tell us how

to fatten up the stock quicker
and use less acreage.

There's no point in botherin'
the Department of Agriculture.

Besides, I'm running this place
only half as well as I know how.

Well, of course I've got $79
in my disaster fund.

But some day,
some distant wonderful day...

...we're all going to take
a fabulous trip.

Smith! Smith! The hay crew
is here! Come on! Come on!

Norah! Will you wrap these up?
I'll mail it this afternoon.

Oh... We're gonna make hay,
Norah.

The best feed crop
in three years.

They can't stop us now,
huh?

- [dog barking]
- [horns honking]

[all yelling, cheering]

Hiya, McDonald!

- Where are the tractors?
- Tractors come by and by.

- Your men all ready to go?
- Yeah, sure.

- All right,
let's get hoppin' then! - Yeah, sure.

We cut the hay up quick.

We're not gone very long,
I think.

Gone where?

We go see that trial they got
for Gabriel Jimmyboy.

You... You... You what?

We go see that trial.
All mens go.

Ol' Antoine, he go,
Walter Charlie go, everybody go.

Now you got
a hay contract with me.

Why you don't go,
Smith?

- We come back real quick.
- You can't do that.

What if the weather breaks
and it rains?

I'll lose my whole crop.

- It stay hot. Don't worry.
- [horn honking]

- Well how about that?
- You can't go, Smith.

I know I can't go.

What am I gonna say
to your mother?

[sighing] Oh, boy.

[sighing] It's not what you're
gonna say to her, Smith.

It's what she's gonna
say to you's what matters.

[sighing]

Norah?

Norah, you can't sleep
in the barn.

[Norah] I'm not sleeping.
I'm thinking.

Oh... well.

And I don't need
any help from you, Smith.

All right. I admit it. I'm...

I'm a terrible rancher
always getting mixed up

with the Indians,
and I disappear for days

and nobody can find me.
And I...

I don't even send
for one lousy

Department of Agriculture
bulletin

even though they just cost a
quarter. You know. You said it.

Just like you said.

Aw, come on in the house, huh,
Norah?

- You left something out.
- What?

You wanna go to that trial
of Gabriel Jimmyboy.

Did I say I wanted to go
to any trial?

- Why...
- You don't have to. I know you.

- Oh, you know me?
- You bet I know you.

- You do, huh?
- Yes, I do, huh.

Come here. Come here...

That's not going
to get you anyplace.

It used to.

Well, we're not
talking about "used to."

Make up your mind.
Wanna go back to your mother

or you wanna go back
to the house?

I mean, your mother lives
1,785 miles away from here.

She's already told you
it was a mistake to marry me.

- I should have listened to her.
- Why didn't ya?

She said,
"Those good-looking ones,

they haven't got any sense."

They'll sweet-talk you
for the rest of your life,

you'll end up
with nothing.

I always did admire your mother.
Yeah, I sure did.

- Aw, you're not good for much.
- Mmm...

- Are you listening?
- Yes, of course.

And all those female idiots
in the village

tell me how lucky I am.

Mmm...

Oh, Smith... why did I ever
get stuck with you?

I don't know.

You get anything yet?

There won't be anything on the
radio. The trial isn't that big.

Yeah, I guess you're right.

I'll finish this up
and then get on with the hay.

- [engine roaring]
- [Norah] Oh...

Look what's happening to us.

It's Young Alexander!

Now look, Smith. We've got
an entire hay crop to bring in.

Let's not get bogged down
with an Indian pow-wow.

Probably just coming
to say hello.

- Hello, Young Alexander.
- Oh, conesta !

- Hello, this place.
- Now you see?

- Conesta.
- Conesta, Young Alexander.

- How goes it?
- Don't go good, Smith.

Ol' Antoine,
he send me to talk to you.

He's up at Williamstown,
at the trial, isn't he?

Yeah. Yeah, he go there.
That trial, she start yesterday.

He's gonna speak for
Gabriel Jimmyboy, isn't he?

Maybe. Maybe not.
That old man in jail.

In jail?

Very bad, I think.

What happened?

Did Walter Charlie get Antoine
into some kind of trouble?

No. Walter Charlie wait
for Ol' Antoine in court.

Ol' Antoine go
to wrong court.

He go inside, look
for Walter Charlie.

The wrong court?

Somebody call for
Indian named "Abraham."

- Yeah?
- Ol' Antoine, he say, "Yes!"

That judge, he call Ol' Antoine
up and speak with him.

"Abraham," he say,
"These policemen tell me

you get drunk last night."

Oh, dear.

Ol' Antoine, he forget speak
English. All he say is, "Yes."

That judge, he got Ol' Antoine
in jail for five days.

Well, somebody's gotta
get him outta there.

He's gotta speak
for Gabriel Jimmyboy.

What I think, Smith.

You pay $10,
Ol' Antoine get out of jail.

Me?

Everybody know
he break that horse for you.

You supposed to pay him $20.

Ten and I've already
given it to him.

[Smith sighing]

What for you don't pay him
all that money, Smith?

Ol' Antoine, he shamed.

He ain't never been
in jail before.

- What about Gabriel's lawyer?
- Lawyer, he little squirt.

He never try case
in big court before.

- Ol' Antoine say,
"Go find Smith." - [sighing]

- Smith, you can't go.
- I know I can't go.

- But you're going.
- Who said I was going?

You'll go.

Ah, stop talking like that!
I got my hay crop to get in.

You'll go anyway.

All Indians say,
"Find Smith."

Ol' Antoine has
to speak for Gabriel.

- Gabriel's life depends on it.
- All right, go!

Go and don't come back!

I'll cut every single
stalk of hay myself...

...with the scissors!

- What's this?
- My disaster fund.

Seventy-nine... and change!

Norah, listen, this is
the money for your trip.

It's going for a trip.
You're going to Williamstown,

and you're gonna get
Ol' Antoine out of jail

and stay for the trial.

Take it, Smith,
before I blow my top.

Smith, if you say something
nice, so help me,

I'm going to clock you.

Thanks, Norah.

Well, somebody has to take care
of those... those children.

Guess we're just gonna have to
take our chances with the hay?

She stay very hot Smith.

- Don't worry.
- Well, I won't be gone long.

Besides, Albie'll be here
to watch out for ya.

No. Albie'll watch out
for you.

What?

It's time that he saw how
the world moves. Take him along.

- Hey, Albie!
- [bell clanging]

Come on, get dressed!
We're goin' to Williamstown.

Gabriel, a lawyer-client
relationship

is strictly confidential.

You can say anything you want.
Anything!

- Ol' Antoine speak for Gabriel.
- Ol' Antoine, yeah.

That's just the point.
Who is Ol' Antoine?

Why wasn't he
in court today?

- Oh...
- He come this place by and by.

By and by? Huh.

They're gonna convict you
before...

Oh, I'm sorry,
Gabriel.

I'm sorry.
[sighing]

- You're chicken, huh?
- What?

You don't talk good
to that judge, I think.

Gabriel, that judge
doesn't like it when this lawyer

has to keep asking
for an adjournment

because his principle witness
hasn't shown up.

- Don't you understand that?
- Sure. You're chicken.

Well, you're not even telling me
what Antoine knows!

I mean, did he see the fight?

Was he in that room with you
that night or what?

He don't tell me
what he know.

You heard
the principle witnesses.

They saw Sam Hardy lying
on the floor, dead.

And you climbin'
out the window.

- Now, isn't that the truth?
- How I know the truth?

Sam give me house bottle
of whiskey.

How am I gonna remember
all that?

Well, Gabriel.

You and I had better pray...
that your Ol' Antoine shows up.

[sighing]

'Cause I don't know how to ask
for another adjournment.

I just don't know.

Well, you talk pretty good here.

Why you go to that court
and talk chicken?

- Albie...
- Hmm?

- Now what'd I tell ya, huh?
- Don't do any good, Smith.

The closer we get
to Williamstown,

the more I get to
thinkin' about it.

Will they let
Gabriel Jimmyboy go, Smith?

Well, that's up to the jury.

Antoine'll speak
for Gabriel.

Antoine'll tell 'em
how it happened.

Well, you gotta remember
that Antoine's an old man,

and he gets things
kinda mixed up sometimes.

- But Sam Hardy went
for Gabriel first. - I know.

- Everybody knows that.
- I know. I know, Albie.

They just gotta let Gabriel go,
Smith.

Well, they might not. I mean,
there's a lotta people that...

- They just don't like Indians.
- Why?

- Why?
- Indians any different?

- No...
- Peterpaul's my best friend.

- I know that.
- Antoine's your best friend.

- So why doesn't
anybody like them? - I...

[sighing]
I don't know why.

The jury'll believe Ol' Antoine,
Smith. They just got to!

I'm sure they will.

You're just saying that,
aren't you?

Mmm-hmm.

- Smith?
- Yeah?

I'm glad you always
tell me the truth.

Wanna steer some more?
Come on.

Whoa! Whoa!

- Hey, look, Smith.
- What?

What's Vince Heber doing here?

Oh, he's a witness
for the State.

You mean he saw what happened
on the night in question?

- [chuckling]
- That's what they say in court, I read.

No, he didn't see what happened
on the night in question.

He's gonna tell them
why they arrested Gabriel.

- Oh.
- All right?

[indistinct chatter]

Right here, Albie.
You mind?

- Oh.
- Hello, Smith.

[sighing]
Hello, Walter Charlie.

- You come for trial, huh?
- Mm-hmm.

Well, you might as well go home.
Nobody can find Ol' Antoine.

Gabriel Jimmyboy
guilty for sure now.

Oh, we'll find Ol' Antoine.
He's in jail.

- Jail?
- Mm-hmm.

- Who put him in jail?
- Uh, right.

We'll have
two orange juices, please.

Why nobody tell me
about this jail?

It's a long story,
Walter.

And then we'll have
the two eggs with the ham.

Crazy old man!
He no can do this to me!

- To you?
- Coffee, tea or milk?

After all the things I did for
him? I buy him an automobile.

- I buy him root beer.
- With his own money.

Coffee, tea or milk?

How come he tell you
he in jail?

He no tell me he in jail!

He make me look no good
in that court.

Oh, I'm sure you'll turn out
all right.

Coffee, tea or milk?

- Hmm? Oh.
- Smith!

Excuse me. Uh...
one coffee and one milk.

- Two coffees.
- I said one coffee and one milk.

Smith, Ma says I can see
how the world moves.

[Walter] What Indian people
gonna think about Walter Charlie now?

- Two coffees.
- He let Ol' Antoine go to jail.

He no smart fella.

Don't undersell yourself,
Walter.

Why Ol' Antoine come to you?

Well, because I'm putting up
$10 to get him out.

Are you willing to put up $10?

Someday, Ol' Antoine find out
all the things I do for him.

Oh, yes, I'm sure.

That's OK, Smith. You bring
Ol' Antoine to this court.

Maybe I interpret
for him good anyway.

Well, thanks a lot.

I sure hope he interprets
good for Ol' Antoine.

Well, it's a rare
Indian you can't trust, Albie.

Is that something I should
remember, Smith?

Yeah, I think that's
something you should remember.

- [speaking in
Native American dialect] - [men laughing]

What's so funny,
Geronimo?

You looking for trouble?

- Oh, no...
- [speaking in Native American dialect]

You got something to say,
you say it in English.

Hey, fella.
When he gets scared he talks his language.

- He apologized to you.
- How am I supposed to know that?

Harry, there's a guy outside
gonna beat up Walter Charlie.

They don't understand.
You gotta get out of here.

You leave that man alone
or I'll smash your face in!

- What?
- I'm sick and tired

of you guys picking
on these Indians.

- Oh, now just a minute...
- [grunting]

[man] Hey, Harry!
This guy's the Indian's friend!

- Cool it! Now listen to me!
- [indistinct yelling]

Listen! The guy's
the Indian's friend!

[chuckles] Hey,
you should have told me

you were a friend
of Walter Charlie's.

- Hey, I'm sorry, pal.
- No hard feelings, all right?

Yeah.

Good thing you didn't
lose your temper, Smith.

You might've hurt
that guy.

I got something else
for you to remember, Albie.

What's that?

There's only two times
you get in trouble with Indians:

The first time is
when you try to hurt them...

Second time is
when you try to help them.

[man] The Superior Court
for the State of Idaho

for the county of Clearwater
is now called to order.

The Honorable Judge
James C. Brown presiding.

Remain seated, please.

- Mr. Maxwell.
- [clearing throat]

Your Honor, I...

...find myself in a most
difficult position.

Again, Mr. Maxwell?

Well, I'm sorry, Your
Honor,

but there are circumstances
beyond my control.

- Chicken.
- [crowd laughing]

Does the defendant wish
to address the court?

No, Your Honor.
He's merely trying to explain himself in his native tongue.

Sounded to me
like he said "chicken."

[crowd laughing]

Your Honor,
may we make a statement

of the prosecution's
position at this time?

- Yes, Mr. Edwards.
- [sighing] Your Honor,

the jury has endured
numerous postponements

while we wait for the
defendant's principal witness...

...a, uh, perhaps,
mythical entity,

referred to only
as "Antoine."

Ol' Antoine can't talk
for me this place.

[Edwards] Your Honor,
the government has presented its principal witnesses:

Mr. Thomas and Mr. Gilbert,

who were present
at the pool room

on the night in question.

Mr. Heber, who gave evidence
of identity, and Dr. Rhodes,

who testified
as to the nature

of the blow that
killed Sam Hardy.

I object, Your Honor!

It has not been established
that the cause of death

was a blow on the head
or an accidental fall.

Sustained.

[Edwards] Your Honor, we see
no reason for further delay.

Many of these jurymen
are ranchers!

And this is haying time.

Mr. Edwards, a man's
on trial here for his life.

We're not concerned
with bringing in a hay crop.

Yes, Your Honor.

I'm sorry, Mac.
No more spectators.

We're not spectators,
Sergeant.

The judge said don't let nobody
in until there's a recess.

We got too many Indians now,
so why don't you and...

- Hey! Hey, you!
- Ol' Antoine come now.

- Speak for Gabriel.
- [indistinct chatter]

I'm, uh, sorry, Your Honor.
He slipped right by me.

Well, Sergeant,
that's all right.

Bring him up here
to the bench.

Are you Antoine?

[speaking in
Native American dialect]

Sergeant, I think we'll require
the court interpreter.

Let the witness wait
at the counsel table.

Yes, Your Honor.

Mr. Maxwell, you wish
to confer with the witness?

Yes, Your Honor,
I think I'd better.

All right, Gabriel, have Antoine
tell me everything he knows.

[speaking in
Native American dialect]

[speaking in
Native American dialect]

What'd he say?

He say they give him no good
breakfast in that jail.

- [people laughing]
- He no eat.

[clearing throat]
We're sorry about that.

Gabriel, ask him to please
tell me everything he knows,

exactly what happened on the
night that Sam Hardy was killed.

[speaking in
Native American dialect]

What'd he say?

He say,
food like that,

he glad he no has to stay
in that jail too long.

[people laughing]

[Judge Brown] Mr. Maxwell,
ready to swear in the witness?

I'm afraid so,
Your Honor.

Will the court interpreter
ask the witness to take the stand, please?

Ol' Antoine? [speaking in
Native American dialect]

Do you swear to tell the truth,
the whole truth, and nothing but the truth,

- so help you God?
- [speaking in Native American dialect]

Uh-huh.

- He say OK.
- [crowd laughing]

[gavel pounding]

Now, Antoine...

You do understand why
you're here today, don't you?

[speaking in
Native American dialect]

[speaking in
Native American dialect]

He say, "I speak for
all Indian people."

Yes, of course.
You talk to the Indian people,

but you will also
talk to His Honor

and to these gentlemen
on the jury, Antoine.

[speaking in
Native American dialect]

Good. Now, Antoine...

Take your time
and please tell this court

all that you know about
what happened on the night of August the 14th.

[speaking in
Native American dialect]

[speaking in
Native American dialect]

He say he's going to speak of
the time when he was a young man

with Chief Joseph and
they fought the white savage in Montana.

- [crowd laughing]
- [gavel pounding]

Your Honor, I don't see how an
anecdote that goes back 90 years

to the battles of
an Indian chief, however famous, is relevant here.

Mr. Maxwell... see if your
witness can be more responsive to the question.

I'll try, Your Honor.

Antoine...

I'm sure that these people
are interested in hearing about Chief Joseph

- and white savages...
- [crowd laughing]

[gavel pounding]

But we're concerned, today,

with the trial
of Gabriel Jimmyboy.

Now, he's accused of murder.

Antoine, could you please,
in your own way,

tell this court about what
you know on August the 14th?

[speaking in
Native American dialect]

Well, what'd he say there,
Mr. Walter Charlie?

He... [clearing throat]
He said...

He remembered the time
Chief Joseph spoke to him. He remembered very well.

Why don't you speak up? Just
speak up! We can't hear you.

He said he remembered the time
Chief Joseph spoke to him, and...

[crowd laughing]

[gavel pounding]

- Hey, Vince?
- Yeah?

Why don't you give
the old man a break?

Yeah.

When does he start
his war dance?

- You think that's funny, huh?
- Sure it is.

The old man's
out of his mind!

Let's you and I
step outside right now.

Corporal, corporal,
bring that man to the bench.

[grunting]

All right. All right...

Why don't you do your job?

- Who's this cowboy, corporal?
- He's a rancher, Your Honor...

Just a minute. That's right,
I'm a rancher. My name is Smith,

and I'm a friend
of this gentleman here.

[sighing] He has a
right to say his piece.

Say "Your Honor" when
you're addressing the court.

You aware it's a serious
offense to interrupt the business of this court?

Yes, I'm very much aware.

But I don't see why these people
keep laughing at him,

laughing and laughing!

- Why...
- Any more laughter,

I'll clear the court, Mr. Smith.
Go on back to your seat now.

- Thank you.
- [Antoine] Smith?

[speaking in
Native American dialect]

He wants to speak to me,
Your Honor.

Well, Mr. Maxwell,
it's your witness.

I have no objection,
Your Honor.

- All right?
- [mouthing silently]

[speaking in
Native American dialect]

- He wants Smith
to interpret for him! - [indistinct chatter]

Well, what else did he say?

He said...
Smith is like his own son.

He speaks his heart.

I'll do my best.

Smith friend to Indian people.
He interpret for Ol' Antoine.

[all cheering]

- We want Smith!
- Sit down...

Mr. Maxwell, you may ask
for a recess, if you wish.

If it please the court, we'll,

uh, we'll accept Mr. Smith
as interpreter.

Mr. Edwards, this, uh,
agreeable with the prosecution?

Well, we will agree, Your Honor,
if the first interpreter remains

in the courtroom
for verification.

Mr. Walter Charlie, remain
and listen to the testimony.

Swear in Mr. Smith
as the interpreter.

Do you swear you'll make a true
interpretation in the language

the witness understands
and interpret his answers correctly in English?

[Smith] I do.

Mr. Maxwell,
may I make a suggestion?

Why don't you let the
old gentleman tell his story in his own way,

and I'll stop him
if there's anything improper?

[sighing] Yes, sir.
I'd like nothing better.

Now, Antoine...
you must tell us

all that you know
about this case.

This is the law, Antoine.

[speaking in Native American
dialect] ...law.

He says the law
is a very hard thing.

The law is a very cold thing.
We cannot understand the law.

Antoine...

...you must tell us all that
you know about Gabriel Jimmyboy.

[speaking in Native American
dialect] ...Jimmyboy.

[speaking in
Native American dialect]

"I remember
that day very well."

Yeah...

[speaking in
Native American dialect]

"Yes, I remember
that day very well."

[speaking in
Native American dialect]

[Smith] "I was in Bearpaw
country, in that place, Montana.

All around us in the snow hills
are the white soldiers."

[speaking in
Native American dialect]

[Smith] "We came to that place
to hear Chief Joseph.

He waits for us on saddlehorse."

[speaking in
Native American dialect]

"Hear me, my chiefs!"

"Once again the white savage
has broken his promise to us.

He has driven us from the valley
that was said to be ours."

[speaking in
Native American dialect]

[Smith] "We have marched
a thousand miles...

The chiefs, the braves,
the women and the children."

[speaking in
Native American dialect]

"We have fought the soldiers
four times our number.

A thousand miles of killing
lays behind us."

[speaking in
Native American dialect]

"I am tired of fighting.

All the old men have been
killed by the white savages.

The chief who led the young men
is dead. Tuhutset is dead.

Looking Glass is dead."

[speaking in
Native American dialect]

[Smith] "We can fight no more.

Our people are cold
and there's no blankets.

Our people are hungry
and there is no meat."

[speaking in
Native American dialect]

[Smith] "I want to ride off
into the snow hills...

...to look for my children."

[speaking in
Native American dialect]

[Smith] "Maybe I will
find them dead."

[speaking in
Native American dialect]

"Hear me, my chiefs.
I am tired.

My heart is sick and sad.

From where
the sun now stands,

we will fight
no more, forever."

An... [clears his throat]
Antoine...

Thank you for coming here,

and thank you for talking for
your friend, Gabriel Jimmyboy.

No cross-examination,
Your Honor.

Antoine, you may go now.

You old fool.
He ought to be put away.

What did you say?

How long did it take you
to figure out that routine, huh?

You and Chief Joseph...

[imitating Native American
accent] How. We ain't no more gonna fight nobody.

- [grunting]
- [crowd murmurs]

[grunting, coughing]

[gavel pounding]

Sergeant, clear the court!

All right, clear the court!

- Clear the court!
- [indistinct chatter]

Corporal, bring
Mr. Smith to my chambers.

- All right, move along!
- Albie!

Albie, you stay
with McDonald, there.

Come on, move along!

McDonald, what are
they gonna do to Smith?

I don't know.
We'll wait a little bit outside.

Somebody tell us.

Ma's gonna blow her top
when she hears about this one.

Mr. Smith, for contempt
of court, you are fined $50,

or, in default,
30 days' imprisonment.

- [sighing] $50, huh?
- That's all.

[chuckling] Well, it's a
lot of money, but it was...

It was sure worth it.

- Where do I pay?
- Here...

Just a moment, Corporal,
just a moment.

I beg your pardon, Mr. Smith,
did you say it was "worth it?"

Yeah. Well, I mean,
in a manner of speaking.

'Course my wife's not gonna
like it at all, but...

[sighing] I sure
got my money's worth.

In other words, you consider
the fine as a rental fee for staging

a violent altercation
in my court?

No, I wouldn't
say that. I mean...

It...

For further contempt of court,

there'll be an
additional penalty of

30 days imprisonment,
without option of fine.

Thirty days, at haying time?

Oh, man, that's
really rough, Your Honor.

- Take the prisoner away.
- No, wait a minute. I...

Listen, I got, yeah,
I got $13 left.

Couldn't we make
some sort of a deal?

Perhaps you'd like
to rent my court

for another quick go
at the sheriff?

I...

[sighing] Man, I just
gotta get that hay crop in. I...

I'm sorry, Mr. Smith.
Now, you brought this on yourself, definitely.

Take the prisoner away,
corporal.

- Smith!
- [indistinct chatter]

Uh...

I'm gonna be tied up here in
Williamstown for about 30 days.

- Thirty days? At haying time?
- Yeah.

Uh, yeah. Well, that's
what I told the judge, but...

Mind taking my truck
and asking your boy

if he'd drive
Albie home?

- OK, Smith.
- Fine.

Now, you tell your mom not to
worry about a thing, because...

Oh, here's the money
I have left. I've got...

Right here. Now...

Oh, come on, now.
Don't look so sad here.

Soon as I get home,
me and Ol' Antoine,

we'll break
the Appaloosa for ya.

OK?

Yeah.

- Take care of him, huh?
- Come on, Smith.

Don't worry, Smith.

When that trial over,
we go back and cut your hay.

She stay hot, Smith.
Don't worry.

Where did you get
that Indian?

Uh...

Well... [clearing throat]
I'd like to take credit for him,

but I think in the final
analysis, he found me.

Well...

- Congratulations, anyhow.
- Isn't it a little early for that?

When you've been around
as long as I have,

you know
when you've lost.

I must say it's the first time
in about four years.

Oh, you're putting me on!

You haven't even made
your final summation yet.

Oh, but you've
made yours.

That was the best plea for
self-defense I ever heard.

Come on, I'll let you
buy me lunch...

It's the least
you can do.

Oh.

[chanting and singing
in Native American dialect]

Too bad Smith isn't here.

He'd like to hear them
singing for Gabriel Jimmyboy.

I don't know what Mom's
gonna think when I get home without him.

You tell her Ol' Antoine
make big speech.

- Judge let Gabriel Jimmyboy go.
- Uh-uh.

Not the judge,
the jury.

They let him go
on account of self-defense

on the night in question.

I guess I gotta
go home now.

How long are they
gonna keep singin'?

[Peterpaul] Long
as everybody happy.

What about Smith's hay crop?

Don't worry.
They only happy little while.

- OK.
- [speaking in Native American dialect]

Likewise!

[Judge Brown] Mr. Maxwell,
state your request.

Your Honor, we would
like to ask for a re-hearing

in the case
of Mr. Smith.

Yes.

Corporal, do I understand
that Antoine has been sitting

on the courthouse steps

for the last
two days and nights?

That's right, Your Honor.

He says he's gonna stay there
until Mr. Smith is released.

Smith good man.

Longtime friend
of Indian people.

He speaks English,
Mr. Maxwell.

Antoine, uh...
You speak English?

[Antoine] Uh, yes, Your Honor.
Off and on. More or less.

It's against the law
for you to sit on the courthouse steps for 30 days?

[speaking in
Native American dialect]

- What does that mean?
- Courthouse steps very hard.

I sit on the grass.

Uh, Mr. Maxwell...

...will you vouch
for the good behavior of Mr. Smith henceforth?

From my discussion with him,
I certainly will, Your Honor.

- I'll consider a re-hearing.
- Thank you, Your Honor.

Will you gentlemen excuse me?
I'd like to talk to Antoine.

Yes, sir.

Thank you.

Antoine, now tell me,

were you really there
with Chief Joseph?

[speaking in
Native American dialect]

Yes, yes, Antoine.
Well, let me put it this way...

Now, if I were
to release Mr. Smith,

could you and I possibly manage
to talk in English?

You let Smith go,
we talk plenty.

Whoa! [exhaling]

Albie, it sounded like such a
good idea last night, didn't it?

We'll make it, Ma.

We can cut the rest
of this section before dark.

Oh, why did they have
to put Smith in the pokey?

You're gonna
miss him, huh?

Yeah, me, too,
but we'll surprise him.

Aw, no. We'll never
get this field in before the weather breaks.

Something will happen.
The mower will give up

or the horse will
go lame or... [sighing]

The rain will come down
out of a clear blue sky.

[horn honking]

It's Smith! Smith!

Smith! Smith!

- What happened, Smith?
- I got a re-hearing.

The judge let me off!

He got a re-hearing,
Ma, and the judge let him off!

Get down off there, woman.
I'm taking over.

You stay away from me,
you jailbird!

I started this field
and I'm gonna finish it!

- Ma, you missed Smith!
- Be quiet, Albie!

Get away from those horses!
I've got work to do!

When I was sitting in jail,
I did some thinking.

Know what we're gonna do?

Oh, Smith! Everything that we
own is riding on this hay crop!

I know.

And I can't trust you
to even finish the mowing!

- That's right,
I'm irresponsible. - You are!

- You get into fights,
You run off... - Yeah. Yeah.

You work yourself into
a lather over the Indians!

Right, right, right.

Oh, Smith. I did miss you.

Of course you did.
Now, come on.

- Ma! Smith! Look!
- [vehicles approaching]

- What in the...?
- [Norah] Indians.

- [Smith] I don't believe it.
- Indians with beautiful hay mowers!

[indistinct yelling, cheering]

Smith, can me and Peterpaul
help with our mower?

- Yes.
- Peterpaul!

- Come on, let's cut the hay!
- Giddyap!

Move it, Young Alexander!
We almost got ya!

- McDonald!
- We're gonna cut your hay.

We're gonna get it
all finished.

You have supper
for hungry people?

Oh, you can eat the place bare!
I'll get everything ready!

Smith?

I think we're gonna
make it this year.

Now you see, Smith?
No good to worry about hay.

McDonald, he come cut,
just like he tell you.

I stay here and break
that horse for the boy.

- You mean today? Now?
- Sure.

Smith...

...is good friend
of Indian people.

All Indian people say,

"Smith is like big tree

out in the grass
when the sun is very hot."

Is that what they say?

Yeah.

Gonna be good day tomorrow. That
hay dry pretty quick, I think.

You're right,
Ol' Antoine.

It certainly looks
like a good day tomorrow.

[♪ Bobby Russell: The Ballad
of Smith and Gabriel Jimmyboy]

♪ So Smith is just
a white man in the valley ♪

♪ Whose love of fellow men
won't be ignored ♪

♪ His lesson must be taught ♪

♪ Helping hands
cannot be bought ♪

♪ Like the one he gave
to Gabriel Jimmyboy ♪

♪ The hand he gave
to Gabriel Jimmyboy ♪