DEAD
MAN
SCRIPT - DIALOGUE
TRANSCRIPT
Transcript written by Angela Sugden
Director: Jim Jarmusch
Writer: Jim
Jarmusch
With : Johnny Depp, Gary Farmer, Lance Henriksen,
Michael Wincott, Mili Avital, Iggy Pop, Crispin Glover, Eugene
Byrd, Gabriel Byrne, John Hurt, Alfred Molina, Robert
Mitchum
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Fireman
Look out the window. And doesn't this
remind you of when you were in the boat? And then later that
night, you were lying looking up at the ceiling, and the water
in your head, was not dissimilar from the landscape, and you
think to yourself, 'Why is it that the landscape is moving, but
the boat is still?' And also, where is it that you're from?
Blake
Cleveland.
Fireman
Cleveland.
Blake
Lake Erie.
Fireman
Erie. Do you have any parents back in
Erie?
Blake
They passed on recently.
Fireman
And, er. . . do you have a wife. . .In
Erie?
Blake
No.
Fireman
A fiancée?
Blake
Well, I, I had one of those, but. . .
she changed her mind.
Fireman
She found herself somebody else.
Blake
No.
Fireman
Yes, she did. Well, that doesn't explain
why you've come all the way out here, all the way out here to
hell.
Blake
I. . . have a job, out in the town of
Machine.
Fireman
Machine? That's the end of the line.
Blake
Is it?
Fireman
Yes.
Blake
Well, I, received a letter, from the
people at Dickinson's Metalworks, assuring me of a job
there.
Fireman
Is that so?
Blake
Yes. I'm an accountant.
Fireman
I wouldn't know, because, I don't reads.
But, er, I'll tell you one thing for sure. I wouldn't trust no
words written down on no piece of paper, especially from no
Dickinson out in the town of Machine. You're just as likely to
find your own grave. Look. They're shooting buffalo. Government
says, they killed a million of them last year alone.
Blake
Pardon me, sir. Could you please direct
me towards the office? Thank you. Excuse me. Excuse me. How do
you do, sir? I'm Bill Blake, your new accountant from
Cleveland.
Schofield
What the heck are you doing here?
Blake
Well, I have here this letter, which
confirms my position here.
Schofield
This letter is postmarked two months
ago. Makes you about a month late. This, here, is Mr Olafsen.
He's our new accountant.
Blake
I'm sorry. I think there's been some
mistake.
Schofield
Look, Mr Black. . .
Blake
Blake.
Schofield
I'm a very busy man. . . and Mr
Dickinson does not pay me for idle conversation.
Blake
Well, I'm sure he doesn't, but this
letter confirms my position here. Now, I've spent everything I
had left after my parents' funeral just to get here.
Schofield
Listen, Mr Black, I've got a lot of work
to do here and this ain't my business.
Blake
I'd like to speak to Mr Dickinson.
Schofield
No, I, I don't think you want to do
that.
Blake
I insist on speaking to Mr Dickinson,
sir.
Schofield
You? Insist?
Blake
I insist.
Schofield
You insist?
Blake
Yes, I do.
Schofield
Well, go on then, lad. There's the
door.
Blake
All right, then.
Schofield
Go on, then!
Blake
Well, I will. Hello? Mr Dickinson?
Dickinson
Who the hell are you? And where did you
get that goddamn clown suit? Cleveland?
Blake
Actually, yes, sir. I did get it in
Cleveland.
Dickinson
What the hell are you doing in my
office?
Blake
Well, I, I, I came to talk about my
job.
Dickinson
The only job you're gonna get in here is
pushing up daisies from a pine box. Now get out.
Blake
Thank you very much, sir.
Schofield
Back to work, Mr Olafsen.
Blake
Excuse me. Excuse me. Pardon me, sir.
Could I get a bottle, please?
Large Man
We liked you better when you was a
whore.
Thel
Jackass. Shit. Why don't you just paint
my portrait?
Blake
I'm sorry. Let me help here.
Thel
This one's no good.
Blake
One. Two.
Thel
It's no good.
Blake
Come here. Watch yourself. You okay? You
all right?
Thel
Yeah.
Blake
Here. Have a drink. Would you like a
drink?
Thel
Thanks. I'm sorry. Would you mind
walking me away from here?
Blake
Sure. Sure. I'll just get my
suitcase.
Thel
It's that way.
Blake
All right.
Thel
Oh, shit.
Blake
I have a sneaking suspicion, that that
large man back there was inebriated. I was gonna say something,
but I didn't want to cause any trouble.
Thel
No, I think it's best you didn't. That's
my room. Wasn't expecting any visitor. Like it?
Blake
Yes, it's beautiful. These flowers,
gosh. They really are something.
Thel
Yeah, thank you.
Blake
You're welcome.
Thel
I made them, from, paper. If I ever get
the money, I'd like to make them out of cloth. Silk. And I'd put
a drop of perfume. . . French perfume, in each one. What does it
smell like?
Blake
Paper.
Thel
Well, it is paper. Hey, Bill. You got
any tobacco anywhere?
Blake
No, I don't smoke.
Thel
Damn. Oh, watch it. It's loaded.
Blake
Why do you have this?
Thel
Because this is America. Charlie.
Charlie
You know, Thel. . . I never wanted to go
away. I know we said it was, er, it was all over and everything,
but. . . you were always in my heart, Thel. Always. I, er, I
brought you a. . . Well, it's a present.
Thel
A present?
Charlie
Well, I, er. . . I'm, I'm going. And,
er. . . I'm, I'm sorry, Thel. . . for, er. . . for
intruding.
Thel
Well, I never really loved you, anyway.
No, Charlie.
Charlie
I never stopped loving you. . .
Thel
Don't!
Charlie
. . . Thel.
Nobody
(Mumbling). There's white man's metal
next to your heart. I tried to cut it out, but it's too deep
inside. A knife would cut your heart instead and release the
spirit from within. Stupid fucking white man. Do you have any
tobacco?
Blake
I don't smoke.
Nobody
(Ranting in native language).
Twill
Hey, Wilson, you got any extra tobacco?
Well, of course you wouldn't have any extra tobacco. How 'bout
you? Shit. You ain't even old enough to smoke.
Schofield
Mr John Dickinson.
Dickinson
Last night, my youngest son, Charlie,
God bless his soul, was gunned down in cold blood right here in
our own hotel. The gutless murderer, one Mr Bill Blake, also
shot to death Miss Thel Russell, the fiancée of my beloved son.
Not only that, but he stole a very spirited and valuable horse,
a beautiful young pinto that belonged to my personal family
stable.
Twill
A pinto ain't rightly a horse to fret
much about, if the truth be told.
Dickinson
Shut up! You three are supposed to be
the finest killers of men and Indians, in this here half of the
world. Cole Wilson, your reputation is already a legend. You I
know I can trust. Conway Twill, you're a real good killer, but
be sure you keep that goddamn trap shut. And Johnny 'The Kid'
Pickett. I hear tell you killed fourteen men. I doubt you've
seen that many years, and I ain't even gonna tell you what I
really think of you.
Wilson
I always work alone.
Twill
Excuse me there, Mr Dickinson, but, er,
rightly I never have worked with anyone else, either. I never
have.
Pickett
Yeah, m. . . me neither.
Dickinson
Shut up! My boy Charlie is dead! Now, I
ain't asking this time. I'm telling. And if somebody don't like
it, I'm prepared to do a little killing of my own. Now, that
bastard couldn't have got far yet.
Twill
Well, let me just say here, Mr
Dickinson, sir, I think we ought to start fresh in the morning.
I mean, it's well after noon now, and by the time we get
finished, all packed up. . .
Dickinson
I want him brought here to me. Alive or
dead don't matter, though I reckon dead would be easier. I'm
hiring you boys on an exclusive basis, and I'm willing to pay
more money then you've ever seen before. Boys. . . the hunt is
on.
Nobody
(Singing in native language). Stupid
fucking white man. (Singing in native language).
Dickinson
I want this out over the wires. Post a
five hundred dollar reward from here to hell and back. Notify
every marshal, deputy and possum-skinning lowlife in the goddamn
territory. Bring everybody in. I want that bastard's head. And
make sure you include a full description of my pinto. I want
that horse back.
Twill
Goddamn pinto is a stupid damn animal.
Stupid as the day is long. Got himself all up in a twist. He got
his heart so set on one. Buy yourself a sorrel horse and paint
some white spots on it as far as I'm concerned. Jesus Christ. Of
course, you can't put much stock in a man who spends the most
part of a conversation talking to a bear. Talking to a goddamn
bear.
Nobody
The round stones beneath the earth, have
spoken through the fire.
Blake
What?
Nobody
Things which are alike, in nature, grow
to look alike, and the speaking stones have lain a long time
looking at the sun.
Blake
The speaking stones?
Nobody
Some believe they descend with the
lightening, but I believe they are on the ground and are
projected downward by the bolt. Did you kill the white man who
killed you?
Blake
I'm not dead.
Nobody
What name were you given at birth,
stupid white man?
Blake
Blake. William Blake.
Nobody
Is this a lie? Or a white man's
trick?
Blake
No, I'm William Blake.
Nobody
Then you are a dead man.
Blake
I'm sorry. I don't, I don't
understand.
Nobody
Is your name really William Blake?
Blake
Yes.
Nobody
'Every night and every morn, Some to
misery are born, Every morn and every night, Some are born to
sweet delight, Some are born to sweet delight, some are born to
endless night.'
Blake
I really, don't understand.
Nobody
But I understand, William Blake. You
were a poet and a painter. And now, you are a killer of white
men. You must rest now, William Blake. 'Some are born to sweet
delight, Some are born to endless night.'
Twill
Making biscuits, Mommy. She's just
staring out of the window. Sweetheart. You didn't touch it, did
you?
Pickett
No.
Twill
You swear to me.
Pickett
I swear.
Twill
Get your hand out, and swear to me
you're telling the truth.
Pickett
Yes, I swear I'm telling the truth.
Twill
Not a goddamn word to no one, ever. You
understand? Don't ever ask me no questions.
Blake
Where are we?
Nobody
You are being followed, William
Blake.
Blake
Are you sure? I mean, how do you
know?
Nobody
Often the evil stench of white man
precedes him.
Blake
Why don't we, er. . . Maybe we should. .
. What should we do?
Nobody
The eagle never lost so much time as
when he submitted to learn from the crow.
Twill
Ever wish you were the moon? Jeez, my
henry's cold. Oh, come on. My britches been open like that how
long? Only been riding a couple of days together, but Jesus, one
of you fellows could've mentioned the fact that. . .
Wilson
Unsaddle your goddamn horses.
Twill
Unsaddle your goddamn horse. Go on.
Wilson
An Indian dug this fire pit.
Twill
Oh, an Indian. We ain't tracking no
goddamn Indians, Cole. I mean, er, hell, Dickinson didn't say
nothing about tracking no goddamn Indians. I mean, the boy's
name is William Blake. You know a lot of Indians, do you, named
William Blake? I mean, 'Howdy, Chief. . .'
Wilson
Did you hear something? Huh? Did you? I
guess it was nothing.
Twill
You know about Wilson?
Pickett
What?
Twill
Do you know about Cole Wilson?
Pickett
What kind of question is that? Of course
I know about Cole Wilson. Everybody knows about him. He's a
living legend.
Twill
Fucked his parents.
Pickett
He what?
Twill
He fucked his parents.
Pickett
Both of them?
Twill
Yeah. Mother. Father. Parents. Both of
them. Fucked them.
Pickett
Oh.
Twill
And you know what I heard? After he
killed them, he cooked them up and ate them.
Pickett
Are you telling me he killed both his. .
.
Twill
I'm telling you he killed them. He
fucked them. He cooked them up. He ate them. He ain't got a
goddamn conscience. You understand what I'm saying? He'd just as
soon slit our goddamn throats in the middle of the night as
walk. Of course, someone your age, Jesus. . . If you was to put
one in him, "Johnny 'The Kid' Pickett slays Cole Wilson."
Nobody
William Blake, do you know how to use
this weapon?
Blake
Not really.
Nobody
That weapon will replace your tongue.
You will learn to speak through it, and your poetry will now be
written with blood.
Blake
What is your name?
Nobody
My name is Nobody.
Blake
Excuse me?
Nobody
My name is Exaybachay. He who talks
loud, saying nothing.
Blake
He who talks. . . I thought you said
your name was Nobody?
Nobody
I prefer to be called Nobody.
Blake
Nobody, erm, shouldn't you be with your
own tribe or something?
Nobody
My blood is mixed. My mother was
Ohm-gahpi-phi-gun-ni. My father is Abso-luka. This mixture was
not respected. As a small boy, I was often left to myself. So I
spent many months stalking the Elk people, to prove I would soon
become a good hunter. One day, finally, my Elk relatives took
pity on me, and a young Elk gave his life to me. With only my
knife, I took his life. As I was preparing to cut the meat,
white men came upon me. They were English soldiers. I cut one
with my knife, but they hit me on the head with a rifle. All
went black. My spirit seemed to leave me. I was taken east, in a
cage. I was taken to Toronto, then Philadelphia. And then to New
York. And each time I arrived in another city, somehow the white
men had moved all their people there ahead of me. Each new city
contained the same white people as the last, I could not
understand how a whole city of people could be moved so quickly.
Eventually, I was taken on a ship, across the great sea, over to
England, and I was paraded before them, like a captured animal,
an exhibit. And so I mimicked them, imitating their ways, hoping
that they might lose interest in this young savage, but their
interest only grew. So they placed me into the white man's
schools. It was there that I discovered in a book, the words
that you, William Blake, had written. They were powerful words,
and they spoke to me. But I made careful plans, and eventually
escaped. Once again, I crossed the great ocean. I saw many sad
things as I made my way back to the lands of my people. Once
they realised who I was, the stories of my adventures angered
them. They called me a liar. Exaybachay. He who talks loud,
saying nothing. They ridiculed me. My own people. And I was left
to wander the earth alone. I am Nobody.
Twill
Ain't you glad the sun kind of sets?
Prepares you like? What if it, like, went out sudden, like
blowing out a candle or something? I mean, one minutes we're
riding along, we can see everything and each other and the next
minute it's just. . . You're in total darkness. That'd scare the
bejesus out of me.
Sally
Once upon a time, there were three bears
in the forest. A big bear, a medium mummy bear, and a tiny
little baby bear. One morning they were going to eat their
breakfast porridge. They had a big bowl, a medium bowl, and a
tiny little bowl. That porridge was too hot.
Nobody
Stupid white man.
Sally
So they went to take a walk.
Nobody
William Blake, you go to them.
Sally
Along came this girl.
Blake
What? Alone? Why don't we just go around
them?
Nobody
No! You go. It's a test.
Blake
I don't know those people, and they
don't look very friendly. What if they kill me?
Nobody
Nobody will observe.
Sally
She went into their bedroom. There was
the big bed, medium bed. . .
Blake
All right. I'll go. I'd rather not, but
I'll go.
Sally
The bears got home. Papa said, "Somebody
here ate all our porridge".
Blake
What's the best way to get down
there?
Nobody
Be quiet and go.
Blake
All right.
Sally
And he tore her head off her body. He
took that golden hair and he made a sweater for baby bear.
George
That's terrible.
Sally
Tonight we're reminded of the evil
emperor Nero Augustus. He was the scourge of all the
Christians.
George
What's a scourge?
Sally
It's like when something real bad
happens. Like when everybody gets killed and you can't do
anything about it. Like a swarm of locusts. For the
entertainment of his guests, Nero would illuminate his whole
garden with bodies of live Christians covered in burning oil,
strung up on flaming crosses, crucified. And at dinner, he would
have the Christians rubbed by his guards with aromatic herbs and
garlic, and sewn up into sacks, And then they'd throw these
sacks to the wild dogs.
George
Well, that's terrible.
Sally
It's horrible.
George
Terrible's what it is. You know, I just,
I can't drink whiskey like I used to could. My old belly just
ain't no account. I get the shits every time, don't you
know?
Sally
I'm sorry, Big George. I got some food
here that even Goldilocks never tasted. I think this is gonna
fix up your old gut.
Benmont
These beans are shit.
George
Why don't you shut your goddamn trap and
just eat your beans?
Sally
Them are. . . There's possum in these
beans, and spices, too. I tried hard.
George
Well, Sally, I don't give a pig's ass
what anybody says. I still say you make a hell of a pot of
beans. Now, why don't you say us a grace out of the Good Book,
would you?
Sally
Thank you, Big George. I'd be delighted
to do that. 'This day will the Lord deliver thee into mine hand,
and I will smite thee, and take thine head from thee, and I will
give the carcasses of the host of the Philistines this day unto
the fowls of the air and to the wild beasts of the earth.'
Amen.
George
Amen.
Benmont
Amen.
George
What's a Philistine?
Sally
Well, it's just a real dirty person.
Blake
Hello. I. . . smelt. . . beans.
Benmont
Who are you traveling with?
Blake
I'm with Nobody.
Benmont
Where you headed?
Blake
I don't know.
Benmont
Do you like beans?
Blake
I, I love beans.
Benmont
Have you got any tobacco?
Blake
I'm sorry. I don't smoke.
Sally
Would you give me some tobacco?
Blake
I would if I had some.
Benmont
I'll trade you some beans for some
tobacco.
Blake
I don't have any tobacco, but I'd love
some beans.
Sally
Hurt.
Blake
Yes.
George
Eyeglasses.
Blake
Yes.
George
Pretty suit, too. I clean up real good,
you know.
Blake
Is that right?
George
Yeah.
Benmont
What size shoes are those?
Blake
Ten.
Benmont
They look very comfortable, are
they?
Blake
Not too bad.
George
What kind of flower is that?
Blake
Well, it's a rose, that's made out of
paper.
Benmont
Paper?
Sally
Rose.
George
Now you see there?
Benmont
Look at the edge on that knife. Feel
that.
Blake
I'd rather not.
Benmont
Ah, go on. That is a very, very sharp
knife, that is.
Blake
Huh-huh?
Benmont
Yeah.
Blake
Huh-huh?
Benmont
Yeah.
George
What do you call it?
Sally
Pretty.
Blake
I'm sorry.
George
That hat. What do you call it?
Blake
I'm really not sure.
Sally
Ah, your hair. Your hair is soft. It's
like a girl's.
George
By God, it is soft. Now how do you get
it that way? See, this old stuff of mine, it just, well, it's
k=just like old barn hay. There ain't a darn thing you can do
with it. How do you, how do you get it that way and keep it like
that?
Blake
Just lucky, I guess.
George
Lucky.
Benmont
Oh, yeah.
George
God darn it. You keep your hand off of
it.
Benmont
I thought I told you not to touch
me.
George
I don't give a good goddamn what you
told me. You keep your hands off his hair.
Benmont
Why? What's that to do with you then,
ay?
George
That's got plenty to do with me, goddamn
it.
Benmont
Really?
George
That's right.
Benmont
This one's mine!
George
This one's yours?
Benmont
Yes. This one's mine, Big George. You
had the last one.
George
Is that a fact?
Benmont
I saw him first.
George
I don't give a shit who saw what and who
did what or who did who.
Benmont
You had the last Philistine. This one's
mine.
George
If I want this one, I'll have him, too,
by God.
Benmont
Fine. What happens if I just shoot you
then, eh? What do you think about that?
George
You gonna shoot me?
Benmont
That's right. I'm gonna shoot you.
George
Well, why don't you shoot me then,
goddamn it?
Benmont
I will. I'll shoot you right now.
George
Come on. Shoot me.
Benmont
I will.
George
Well, quit talking about it and do it,
by God.
Benmont
I will. There you go.
George
Good God, I'm hit! Lord, have mercy!
Burns like hellfire. You son of a bitch. I'm gonna have to kill
somebody now. Well, God damn it, I guess nobody gets you. What
the hell?
Blake
Nobody.
Sally
Oh Jesus, this isn't fair. I cooked, I
cleaned, and I sewed, and I have a right.
Nobody
(Speaks in native language. Sings in
native language)
Blake
That's me. "Wanted. For the brutal
murders of one Thel Russell and one Charles Ludlow Dickinson." I
didn't kill Thel. I didn't kill Thel.
Nobody
Your actions are useless.
Blake
This is complete fabrication. There
can't be. . .
Nobody
You cannot stop the clouds by the
building of a ship.
Blake
What? What did you say? You know, I've
had it up to here with this Indian malarkey. I haven't
understood a single word you've said since I met you, not one
single word.
Nobody
Are you sure you have no tobacco?
Blake
I've already told you, I don't smoke. If
I don't smoke, there's a pretty good chance that I don't have
any tobacco.
Nobody
Exaybachay not be going, William
Blake.
Twill
I guess the best advice, is not to take
any damn advice.
Wilson
What the hell is that?
Twill
What's that say? Read it.
Pickett
Wanted, William Blake. In the amount of
five hundred dollars.
Twill
Shit. Hell, ain't we about more fucked
than a whore at closing time? Thanks to goddamn Mr Dickinson.
Huh? I'll tell you what that there says. It says, some
pelt-wearing trapper, some stinking bean-sucking possum skinner,
he's gonna collect that reward money. Make you feel good?
Goddamn pelt skinner.
Pickett
I'll be damned. Five hundred dollars? I
don't understand. I thought we was hired exclusive. I mean, he
paid us gold in advance. I'm out here. I'm out here in the
middle of shit's creek, with two local lunatics. One who don't
say nothing, and the other one, he won't even stop yapping.
Wilson
You gonna shed tears for us? I wouldn't
do that if I were you.
Pickett
And why not?
Wilson
Because it ain't good for your
health.
Pickett
Fuck you.
Wilson
Fuck me? Fuck you.
Twill
God damn it. Jesus, Cole. He's just a
kid.
Wilson
He's a Navajo mud toy now.
Twill
Yeah.
Nobody
(Speaks in native language). I have just
ingested the food of the Great Spirit, and Father Peyote.
Blake
Do you think I could have a little bit
of it?
Nobody
It's not for use even for William Blake.
The powers of the medicine, give you sacred visions that are not
for you right now. My Southern Brothers were prohibited from
using it, by the Spanish devils. But now, even the Notoemne and
the Dene, know of it's loving ways. (Singing in native
language).
Blake
What? What are you looking at?
Nobody
William Blake. It's so strange that you
don't remember any of your poetry.
Blake
I don't know anything about poetry.
Nobody
Oh, you're so modest.
Blake
Listen. I feel very weak. I'm
hungry.
Nobody
Quest for vision is a great blessing,
William Blake. To do so, one must go without food and water. All
the sacred spirits, recognise those who fast. It's good to
prepare for a journey in this way.
Blake
I seem to have, misplaced my eyeglasses.
I can't see clearly.
Nobody
Perhaps you will see more clearly
without them.
Blake
You're a very strange man. Very
strange.
Nobody
May the Great Spirit watch over you,
William Blake.
Blake
Nobody? Nobody? Nobody? Nobody?
Lee
Hey, Marvin.
Marvin
What?
Lee
How come Dickinson's telegram didn't
give no description of the horse this murdering fucker
stole?
Marvin
It did, Lee. A pinto, just like that
one. White legs, brown ass, brown sides.
Lee
It did? I don't think it did,
Marvin.
Marvin
Well, you asshole! You got the damn
telegram on you. Take it out and look.
Lee
That's right. Yeah, I got it here. I'll
check it. Maybe I been thinking of them wanted posters.
Marvin
Lee! It's him! You William Blake?
Blake
Yes, I am. Do you know my poetry? 'Some
are born to endless night'.
Twill
Well, Rome weren't built in a day, Cole.
Of course, I wasn't overseeing that particular job.
Wilson
Fresh kill.
Twill
Yeah. No damn tobacco, that's for sure.
This some, some kind of telegram or something? What's that
say?
Wilson
Dickinson again.
Twill
Oh, goddamn Dickinson. You mean to tell
me he's even got the law involved in this now? Jesus. Tell you
one thing, though. If that there Blake fellow keeps on shooting
marshals, I'll wind up liking the bastard.
Wilson
Looks like a goddamn religious icon.
Twill
Anyhow, getting back to the beginning of
the story, my granddaddy, come over from Scotland, you see. He
was actually part of the MacTwill clan. The clan tartan was a
kind of gold and purple, if I remember correctly. I never wore a
lick of it myself. Dropped the 'Mac' part of the name when he
decided to come out west on account of he figured it'd get him
more work and all. How about your family history there, Cole?
Let me guess. Kind of figured you for a, a German, huh? I mean,
am I right? Am I close? Austrian?
Blake
I'd like to speak with Mr Dickinson,
please. I insist on speaking with Mr Dickinson.
Wilson
Goddamn redskins.
Blake
Nobody?
Nobody
William Blake.
Indian Girl
(Speaks in native language).
Nobody
(Speaks in native language).
Blake
She's upset.
Indian Girl
(Rants in native language).
Nobody
(Speaks in native language).
Indian Girl
(Rants in native language).
Nobody
(Speaks in native language).
Indian Girl
(Shouts in native language).
Nobody
(Speaks in native language).
Blake
She's beautiful.
Nobody
(Calls in native language). Now, she
didn't mean to call you that.
Blake
Huh?
Nobody
But you sure interrupted a very romantic
moment, William Blake.
Blake
Oh. I'm sorry.
Nobody
You just stay here, till I return.
(Calls in native language). Don't let the sun burn a hole in
your ass, William Blake. Rise now and drive your cart and plough
over the bones of the dead.
Blake
Do you still have my eyeglasses?
Nobody
No, I traded 'em.
Blake
You traded them?
Nobody
Do you have any tobacco?
Blake
No. I traded it.
Nobody
For what?
Blake
I'm not telling.
Nobody
Liar.
Blake
Thief.
Nobody
(Sings in native language). I don't care
if you were married sixteen times, I still love you. (Sings in
native language). I will take you to the bridge made of waters.
The mirror. Then you will be taken up to the next level of the
world. The place where William Blake is from. Where his spirit
belongs. I must make sure that you pass back through the mirror
at the place where the sea meets the sky. White man's trading
post. Indians get diseases there.
Blake
What do you mean?
Nobody
Smallpox, consumption. Blankets are
infected. It spreads through the villages. I see you have
acquired a new weapon.
Blake
Oh, yes. A Winchester. Here. Take
it.
Nobody
No.
Blake
No, really. Take it. I took it off a
dead white man.
Nobody
Did William Blake kill this white
man?
Blake
Yes. William Blake killed the white
man.
Nobody
We need a canoe. Water.
Blake
For the brutal murders of Charles
Dickinson and fiancée, Thel Russell, Also the murders of the
following territorial marshals, M Thornbury, deputy L Hazelwell,
Big George Drakoulious, Benmont Tench, and one Salvatore 'Sally'
Jenko.
Nobody
It's not bad.
Blake
Huh?
Nobody
It's not a bad illustration of you,
William Blake.
Blake
Well, I want you to have it. It's a
present.
Missionary
Good morning. May you serve the Lord,
and may His Holy Dominion guide you through your dismal life.
How can I be of assistance, my poor man? All our ammunition is
guaranteed. This latest batch was, in fact, personally blessed
by the Archbishop of Detroit. Good morning. May our Lord Jesus
Christ wash this earth with His Holy Light, and purge it's
darkest places from heathens and Philistines.
Nobody
The vision of Christ that thou dost see,
is my vision's greatest enemy. Do you have tobacco?
Missionary
We sure don't.
Nobody
Aren't those tins of tobacco right there
behind you?
Missionary
Sure are, but those cans are empty.
There's no tobacco in them. Perhaps I could interest you in some
beads, or possibly a blanket.
Nobody
Blanket?
Missionary
Yes, my fine fellow. Ammunition.
Blake
Er, I'd like some tobacco, please.
Missionary
Well, I may have, one or two twists
left, from my personal supply you understand. For good friends
only. Good Lord. You're William Blake.
Blake
Yes, I am.
Missionary
By the Grace of the Lord Almighty. Sir,
would it be presumptuous of me to ask you for. . . for your
autograph? Please, kind sir. It would be a great honour.
Blake
Pardon me. There's my autograph.
Missionary
God damn your soul to the fires of
hell.
Blake
He already has.
Nobody
(Speaks in native language)
Blake
I'm tired.
Nobody
I'll free the horses. I see you've
collected some more white man's metal.
Blake
Yes. I seem to be a magnet for it.
Nobody
Good day for a canoe ride.
Blake
Nobody? Is this the boat. . . that'll
take me across the mirror of water?
Nobody
No. This boat's not strong enough,
William Blake. (Chants in native language). William Blake is a
legend now, He's a good friend of mine. (Chants in native
language)
Men
(Calling in native language).
Nobody
(Calling in native language). (Speaks in
native language). Stand up William Blake. William Blake. Walk
proudly William Blake. That man there? I know him. He's a great
builder of sea canoes. (Speaks in native language).
Elder
(Speaks in native language).
Blake
Hello.
Nobody
I prepared your canoe with cedar boughs.
It's time for you to leave now, William Blake. Time for you to
go back to where you came from.
Blake
You mean Cleveland?
Nobody
Back to the place where all the spirits
came from. And where all the spirits return. This world will no
longer concern you.
Blake
I found some tobacco.
Nobody
The tobacco is for your voyage, William
Blake.
Blake
Nobody. I don't smoke.
Nobody
(Speaks in native language). William
Blake.
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