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[flute playing]

[heavy breathing]

[wind blowing]

[dog growling]

[dogs growling]

[flute playing]

[animal howling]

- [gasping] - Hush!

Now you be real quiet or I'll kill you.

D'you hear?

Youse an Indian, ain't you?

[laughing]

A real live Indian.

You ain't aiming to scalp me now, is you? [laughing]

Now I'm gonna take my hand off your mouth.

If you tries anything, youse dead.

Dead!

You got any water?

- I said you got any water!? - [gasping]

Water.

Give it here.

Water.

[breathing heavily]

Now, you got any food?

Beans.

I reckon that'll have to do.

All right, get on up and get cooking.

C'mon.

You sure ain't much of an Indian, is you?

C'mon get t'cooking 'cause I sure is hungry.

[growling angrily]

[laughing]

Hey, Indian! [chuckling]

[chuckling] Youse a cripple, ain't you?

I ain't ever seen no crippled Indian before.

I reckon that's some kind of luck, huh?

Hey, hey, up!

Now you ain't got no gun in there, has you?

'Cause if you has...

Let me see what you got in there.

[man] Ain't half bad, Indian.

[belching]

You know I heard tell.

Indians are full of wind. That so?

[man laughing]

[belches]

That kinda...

That kinda makes us blood brothers, don't it?

[laughing continues]

Ah, boy.

You all alone, boy?

Yeah, I reckon you is.

[chuckling] You ain't been run off no reservation, has you?

You ain't wanted, is you?

Well, I is.

Look here.

What's the matter? Can't read?

Well, it don't matter.

I can't neither.

What's your name, boy?

Oh, come on now, I'm just trying to be friendly.

What's your name?

I don't want to have to ask you again, boy.

[man] What's your name?

I'll tell you what.

I'll tell you mine

and you tell me yourn, eh?

Mine's Ben.

Indian, you know one thing,

you is beginning to rile me.

Now all I want from you

is be a little civil out here.

Now, what's your name?

All right, now let me guess.

Geronimo. [chuckling]

Um... Sitting Bull?

No, that ain't it.

Um, let's see.

Great Eagle.

No, I got it.

How about Running Bear?

[laughing] Running Bear!

Hey, Indian, come on now, spit it on out.

You look like you're about to bust a gut there.

[laughing]

Where you going, Indian?

I said where you going?

Now you just better say something.

I ain't going nowhere.

Well...

Hell, I ain't going nowhere neither.

Might as well go on there together, huh?

No, I go alone.

Now that ain't nice, Indian.

Don't you like me?

'Cause I don't like not being liked.

Now why don't you be a good Indian

and get your things together and let's get the hell out'a here.

Now git.

Hey, Indian, what you doin' back there? [laughing]

[laughing continues]

* I once knew a man when I was ten *

* He thought he could be a leader of men *

* He showed the people the way to go *

* But they all went back to the traveling show *

* And there's no use

* Looking for water in a dried up river bed *

* There ain't no use looking for clothes to wear *

* If the needle ain't got no thread *

* And there's no use looking for sympathy *

* From a man who's known no pain *

* But sometimes out in the desert sun *

* Don't you wish that it might rain *

* Let it rain

[bird cooing]

[Ben] Water, Indian.

- Want some? - No.

Well, suit yourself, Indian.

[sighs]

[chuckling] I sure do like that sun.

Don't you?

I's talking to you, Indian.

I said, don't you like the sun?

No.

Well, I likes it.

I likes to feel that sweat on my body.

[chuckling]

Smell that sweet fresh air.

Go on, Indian, sniff it, it's free. [laughing]

[bird cooing]

Geronimo.

[Ben] Why you always trying to make me mad, huh?

What's the matter with you?

[Indian mumbling indistinctly]

Huh? What's that?

What's that you're saying?

All I smell is you.

Smell me! Smell me!

You might as well get used to it

because you and me gonna be awfully close for a while.

I'm gonna be closer to you than your skin.

[breathing intensely]

I was in the army, boy.

[echoing] Yes, sir.

Private, First Class.

[echoing] Paid...

...to kill white men.

[shouting] Paid to kill white folks.

[Ben] Ain't that a laugh.

Lord knows that I'd have done it for nothing.

I don't know.

I don't understand...

One minute they're...

...they're payin' me to kill 'em and the next minute

turn around and wanna string me up for it.

[gunshot]

I don't understand them.

You understand that, Indian?

[chuckling]

Come on, Indian.

Let's get on to nowhere.

[traditional music plays]

Now don't you walk too fast for me now, you hear?

[Ben laughing]

[Ben continues laughing]

[Ben yelling] Yeah!

[Ben mocking Native American chants]

Hey, Indian, slow down.

Youse... Youse crippling me.

Aah!

[Ben] Indian!

Hey, Indian, do you hear me?

Come back here.

I broke my ankle.

[Ben] Indian, you hear me! Come back here!

Indian,

you ain't gonna leave me here to...

...to die alone out here, is you?

All alone to die!

Indian!

[groans]

Wait till I catch you. I'm gonna kill you.

[Ben] I'm gonna kill you!

Why do you wait for me?

I've got a good mind to beat the hell outta you, Indian.

I never see cripple nigger before.

[laughing]

Is that you?

[Ben chuckling] Is that really you?

Oh, come on now, I...

I won't believe it... Come on, Indian, laugh.

[Ben laughing]

You know, you oughta see your face there.

You...

...you oughta see your face.

[both laughing]

[traditional music plays]

[Ben] Is that all you got is beans, Indian?

Why don't you catch some meat?

What meat?

Now I know there

must be a little old Jack rabbit out there

just waiting to be turned into a Jack rabbit stew.

What do I catch it with?

Now youse an Indian, ain't you?

Ain't you ever heard of a bow and arrow?

Ain't got one.

Is that right?

Can't you make one?

I can make.

What the hell you waitin' for?

Need knife.

[Ben] There.

[slow-tempo music plays]

Ain't them beans ready yet?

Did you finish with that bow yet, boy?

Well, I'll be damned!

You sure is some Indian.

[mid-tempo music plays]

Here. When we gonna stop?

My leg killing me.

Next town. Walk one day.

Well that ain't gonna do me no good.

I've got to steer clear of towns.

When I get to town I buy cold beer.

You done gone plum crazy.

You know they ain't gonna serve no drinks to no goddamn Indian.

I buy drink, only half Indian.

Sitting Bull, now I knows you crazy.

Now, you looks like an Indian

and God knows you smells like one.

But you know what they gonna serve you, huh?

Nothing.

A great, big, cold glass of nothing.

You knows why?

'Cause you is nothing.

I ain't black.

Yeah.

That's right, but you ain't white either, is you?

[Ben] And you ain't red.

[yelling] Fact of the matter is

you ain't half of nothing.

What do you see?

Riders, huh?

No. Building.

- Where? - Like church.

[Ben] I can't see nothin'.

Why can't I see nothin'?

Indian see better than white.

Indian see better than black too.

[laughing]

Watch your mouth, big man.

You is probably seeing things.

Who the hell would build a church out here anyway?

Goddamn, Indian, I reckoned you was mad that time.

[Ben] That is a church over there.

Preacher man!

Hey, preacherman, you in there?

Ben. This is Reverend Ben, Ben Lincoln down here.

[faint church music plays]

I want you all to hear me this morning.

Hear me and hear me good.

All you sinners.

Now, if you don't mind your wicked ways,

your lyin', your cussin',

your fussin' and fightin',

you all goin' to perish.

That's right.

Perish in hell-fire.

That's right.

[Ben] But, if you be of the one true faith,

colored black,

one of God's

chosen black people...

...you ain't going to heaven.

No, sir.

You ain't even going to hell.

That's right.

You gonna stay right here.

Right here where you was born.

That's right.

So you, might as well as,

go on cussin' and fightin', lyin', and lovin' and killin'.

'Cause there ain't nothing,

and I mean nothing,

nothing worse than that.

Geronimo.

If I get to heaven and there's any white folks there,

or anything approaching white,

I'm gonna kill them with my bare hands.

[laughing]

And that goes for you.

[Ben] Where you going?

See if water in well.

[faint church music plays]

Looks empty to me.

[splash]

Sounds full.

How you aiming to get that out of there?

Yeah, I reckon we're gonna have to,

just have to leave it right where it is.

You ain't got no rope, now is you?

No.

[slow-tempo bells play]

[cloth tearing]

Well, I'll be damned.

Youse a pretty smart old Indian, ain't you?

Now why didn't I think of that?

Now what you gonna do if that

rope ain't long enough, huh?

Oh, that sure gonna be a laugh.

[Ben laughing]

What did I tell you, boy?

What did I tell you, uh?

Need more rope.

Yeah, you sure do, don't you?

You the one with the ideas.

[Ben] Go on, think of something.

[Indian] Rope.

[chuckling] Oh no, no. You ain't getting that.

You'll have to think of something else.

You want water, I need rope.

Here.

[Ben laughing]

[up-tempo music plays]

[dramatic music plays]

[up-tempo music plays]

[flies buzzing]

[Ben] Look dead to me.

Well, ain't you going to take his scalp?

[clucking]

Looks like fried chicken tonight, boy, huh?

All right, Indian,

get ready to go to your happy hunting ground.

[gun clicks]

[laughing] You sure is one lucky Indian.

What if was loaded?

You'd just be one dead Indian, that's all.

[Ben laughing]

I sure hope there's some shells in here.

Lord. There must be 100 rounds in here.

What's that you got in there?

That's some real good whisky.

Now you leave this alone here.

I know what this stuff does to you redskins.

You just stay away from it.

[Ben laughing]

Yeah, look at that.

Must be our lucky day, huh?

Forty-five.

Here.

Go on, take it, I'm feeling generous.

Go ahead.

Shells?

Go and find your own.

[dramatic music plays]

How much longer, Indian?

My stomach's beating the hell out of my backbone.

Soon.

Oh, shit.

You ever kill anybody before, Indian?

[clucking]

No.

Well, it ain't nothing to it.

Especially with a gun.

What you say? Talk straight.

Ah, now, take it easy, I ain't aiming to kill you.

[Ben] Well, at least not yet.

[clucking]

Now, with a knife it gets kinda messy.

But with a gun...

...it makes it real easy.

All you gotta do

is squeeze the trigger.

[gunshot]

Yeah, that's smelling real good.

Hey, Indian,

how about you and me robbing for a living, huh?

You ever kill black man?

Are you crazy?

I only kills whites.

Besides, blacks ain't got nothing.

Don't know how to rob.

There ain't nothing to know.

Just leave that to me.

Must be good to kill white man.

[chuckling] I'm beginning to like you, Indian.

I can't shoot.

Well, just leave that to me. I'll learn you.

Sure beats working for a living.

We go back to church.

Much water.

Yeah, that's... that's a good idea, Indian.

Real good idea.

I raise chicken.

What the hell you talking about?

I raise chicken.

All you do...

...is squeeze trigger.

[clicks]

Hold... Wait, wait, wait now.

- [gasping] - I ought to break your goddamn neck.

You say you only kill white men. [laughing]

[both laughing]

Yeah, I reckon I did say that, didn't I?

- [chickens clucking] - [Indian making clucking sound]

Charley.

Charley One-Eye.

Charley.

Charley One-Eye.

Good boy, Charley.

You want?

- [clucking] - You hungry?

Good. Good.

[dramatic music plays]

[gunfire]

You shoot.

No, it ain't...

It ain't right shooting at Christ like that.

You got religion?

[chuckles] Now look at that. You done missed now.

You shoot better.

No, it ain't right.

You don't shoot nose off, I bet.

Now put your money where your mouth is then.

You don't shoot nose off, I bet... I bet.

Sssshhh... Is that all you got?

[laughing]

[dramatic music plays]

[flute playing]

[horse steps approaching]

[man] Whoa. Whoa.

- [chuckling] - [speaking Spanish]

Excuse me, Senor.

Would you have any water to spare?

In well... take.

Take... You take... [speaks Spanish]

No. You get.

No. You get it.

[speaks Spanish]

[men chuckling]

- [rifle cocking] - [chuckling]

What you know about that, Indian, huh?

Our own private bank right here.

Yeah, I reckon... I reckon youse a lucky Indian after all, uh?

A bank, Senor, here... a bank?

[gunshots echoing]

Come on, Indian, let's get our money.

[Ben] The bank is open.

[flies buzzing]

[gunshots firing]

Shit.

Geronimo, if youse trying to rile me,

you damn sure succeeded.

Don't look like money.

Oh, what you talking about? Could be gold bars here.

Come on, give me a hand.

Kiss my wrist. [grunts]

Come on, Indian, let's...

Let's freshen up the graveyard.

Charley One-Eye, what we do?

Do it soon.

What's with you and that damn chicken anyhow?

Fatten him up real good.

He goin' taste all the better for it.

Charley One-Eye not food.

Why not?

That's what you're fattening him up for, ain't it?

- Charley One-Eye not food. - Charley.

That what you call him?

[caws]

Don't you be shy now, Charley. Come on. Come on.

- No. Don't touch. - [laughing]

Hey, Charley.

I told you. Don't touch.

[up-tempo music]

He no food!

Hey!

Hey, Charley.

Hey!

[Ben laughing]

Hey, hey, hey, Charley.

[Ben] Come on. Come over here, Charley.

Youse mine now for sure, Charley.

Where is you....? [chuckling]

Come on now, Charley. I ain't gonna...

I ain't gonna hurt you, I'm just gonna eat you!

[Ben] Come here, Charley. [laughing] Hey, hey, Charley!

Hey, Charley. Come on now, boy. I ain't gonna hurt you.

Come on, Charley.

Hey, Charley. Charley, man.

[Ben] Charley One-Eye.

Come on, Charley.

Run! Run, Charley One-Eye.

Hey, Charley. Come on, Charley.

Got you!

I ain't gonna hurt him. I ain't gonna hurt him.

I got you, Charley.

[wind howling]

[flute playing]

[gun loading]

Go ahead, Indian.

I'd like nothing better than to blow you in half.

Now, take it out, Indian.

Easy.

Chuck it up here.

Now come on out.

Now stand up against the wall.

Now turn around.

Put your hands up on it.

[man] Don't move a hair, do you hear?

Or I'll dirty the wall with you.

Turn around, nigger, and take your hat off.

[man] I've been tracking you for days, nigger.

If my horse hadn't died under me, I'd have caught you days ago.

I ought to kill you right now.

You ain't human. No niggers is human.

Nigger, take these. Drop them down the well.

Where's your manners, nigger?

[groans]

Ain't you forgetting?

You always call a white man, "sir."

Yes, sir.

[groans]

Now, say it like you mean it.

Yes, sir.

That's better. Now do as you're told.

[splashing]

[Ben] One of God's chosen black people.

[man] Come back here.

Indian, get my rope out. Move it. Stop there, nigger.

Just give me an excuse to kill you, nigger, and I will.

The army wants you back...

...to put on show.

They pay $500 for you alive. Dead, you're only worth 10.

Else that's what you'd been five minutes ago.

Go and lie down, nigger.

Tie him up real good, Indian.

What you two boys been doing?

Nothing.

Don't lie to me, boy.

What's that in there?

Chicken.

[man] You been having a party?

Who's in them graves?

I wish to know.

Two Mexi.

Who killed 'em? That black shit?

How much did you get?

Nothing. Old clothes.

Let's go to church, Indian.

You boys been making yourselves to home.

Is this corn?

Bless this house.

[tapping]

Come here closer, boy.

You and me's going to have a little talk.

You play noughts and crosses?

What's that?

It's a game I picked up. I'll learn you.

I'll be crosses, you be noughts. OK?

What nought?

Nought.

Put your nought in any of these here boxes.

First one to make a line wins.

You and the nigger been partners long?

Not partner.

Well, I'm very glad to hear it, boy.

You go.

I've been wondering about you, boy.

Something tells me you ain't had nothing to do with the killing of those Mexis.

[man] Am I right?

I not do.

He's a goddamn liar.

Shut your face, coon or I'll shut it for you.

Part white, ain't you?

Hmm. Part white.

I didn't think you was so bad.

It was him killed them Mexis, weren't it?

I didn't do nothing.

Lying, cripple bastard!

Shut it, d'you hear!

Your move, boy.

I'll be honest with you, boy.

I wanna see that nigger hang.

Now if you was to testify that with your own eyes

you saw him kill them Mexis,

they're gonna hang him for sure.

How 'bout it, boy? What d'you say, boy?

I'll make sure no harm comes to you.

All you got to do is come back with me and testify.

How about it, boy?

'Cause if you don't

I'm gonna see they hang you too.

I say he killed Mexi,

nothing happen to me?

Not if you do as I say. I promise.

Cross my heart.

I won.

Go and get the supper ready, boy.

[crickets chirping]

- He eat? - Sure he is.

He's gonna get our leavings.

Eat it, nigger. Ain't no need to waste good food.

- Eat it. - Here, boy.

I said eat it.

[gun clicks]

Thattaboy. Eat it all up now.

What, Charley?

What, Charley One-Eye?

No. I not leave without you.

Good chicken.

What we gonna eat today?

Chicken.

Come here, boy.

Chick, chick.

How you been killing 'em?

- Twist neck. - With your hands?

How can you do that?

- We can use this. - No.

It's easier.

No, I do! No.

Run, Charley One-Eye!

Charley One-Eye.

Charley.

Charley.

[sobbing] Why you do this?

Why you do this?

Why?

What the hell are you talking about?

Come on, try it!

Is there a barrel left or ain't there?

I'm gonna teach you a lesson, you son of a bitch.

Come on, boy, over here.

I said give me a hand, boy, over here.

[man] I'm gonna give him a lesson he ain't ever gonna forget.

[whipping]

Ah!

[groaning]

Stop your sniveling.

I'm gonna beat you and that's all there is to it.

Come on, boy, you could do it.

Go on, take it.

Now, look, boy, if I'm gonna look after you

you gotta do as you're told.

Now take it.

[man] Lay it on good.

[Ben] Indian, you can't beat me.

Indian.

Indian, you ain't gonna beat on me.

Ah!

[grunts]

Pull that trigger! For Charley!

[Ben] Pull the trigger, Indian, for Charley!

Give me the gun, boy.

[Ben] Pull the trigger!

We'll forget what you just did.

Pull that trigger, for Charley!

- Now come on, boy! - Pull the trigger, Indian, for Charley!

- You ain't gonna do it. - [Ben] Pull that trigger!

- Now come on, boy... - [Ben] Pull the trigger, Indian,

for Charley!

For Charley!

[gunshot]

[chuckling]

Look bad.

Never mind that.

Go on over there and search him.

No.

I can't.

You do.

Sure is some strange Indian.

[flute plays]

[laughing]

Here. Here.

I like here.

Yeah.

Yeah, me too.

Why don't we stay here?

[chuckles]

We stay.

I buy more chicken.

Yeah, Indian. Why not?

I tell you what.

Tomorrow morning...

...you go into town...

...and buy as many goddamn chickens as you want, hear?

As many as you want.

- You good. - Oh, go on, Indian.

You good.

- [chanting] - [pots clattering]

Hey, Indian,

what kinda dance we doing anyhow?

Rain dance.

Rain dance.

Listen.

Thunder.

I don't hear nothing.

Listen.

[farting]

[gunshot]

[groans]

[plays melody]

[plays odd notes]

Stop that damn whistling!

[up-tempo music]

Shit!

[flute playing]

Indian, when the hell you goin' learn how to play that damn thing, huh?

[flute playing]

Hey, what do you say there, boy?

How you doing?

Come here.

[laughing]

[chickens clucking]

[groaning]

[gun cocking]

[flute playing]

[speaking Spanish]

[slow-tempo music plays]

[flute playing]

[gunshot]

[gunshot]

[gunshot]

[gunshot]

[gunshot]

[gunshot]

[slow-tempo drums]

[flute playing]