All language subtitles for dead_man_1995

Look out the window.

And doesn't it remind you of when you're
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

the landscape is moving?

The boat is still.

And also, where is it that you're from?

Cleveland.

Cleveland.

Lake Erie.

Erie.

Do you have any parents back in Erie?

They passed on recently.

And do you have a wife?

You're right.

No.

A fiancée?

Well, I have one of those, but she
changed her mind.

She found herself somebody else.

No.

That doesn't explain why you've come all
the way out here.

All the way out here to hell.

I have a job out in the town of Machine.

Machine?

That's the end of the line.

Is it? Yes.

me of a job so yeah i'm an accountant i

wouldn't know because uh i don't read
but uh

i'll tell you one thing for sure i
wouldn't trust no words written down and

piece of paper especially from no
dickinson out in the town of machine

just as likely to find your own grave

for shooting Buffalo.

Government fans killed a million of them
at Deer Hall.

Pardon me, sir.

Would you please direct me towards the
office?

Excuse me.

How do you do, sir? I'm Bill Blake, your
new accountant from Cleveland.

What the heck are you doing here?

Well, I have here this letter which
confirms my position.

This letter is postmarked two months
ago.

Makes you about a month late.

This here is Mr. Olafsson. He's our new
accountant.

I'm sorry.

I think there's been some mistake.

Look, Mr. Black.

I'm a very busy man.

And Mr. Dickens does not pay me for idle
conversation. 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.

Listen, Mr.

Black, I've got a lot of work to do
here, and this ain't my business.

Would you like to speak to Mr.
Dickinson?

No,

I don't think you want to do that.

I insist on speaking to Mr. Dickinson,
sir.

You insist.

I insist.

You insist.

Yes, I do.

Well, go on then, lad. There's the door.

Dickinson.

Get that goddamn clown suit. Cleveland?

Actually,

yes, sir.

I did get it in Cleveland.

What the hell are you doing in my
office?

Well, I came to talk about my job.

The only job you're going to get in here
is pushing up daisies from a pine box.

Now get out.

Thank you very much.

Excuse me.

Sorry.

What?

Could I get a bottle of cool?

you

We like you better use a whore.

Jackass.

Why don't

you just paint my portrait?

I'm sorry.

Let me help here. This one's no good.

One, two.

It's no good.

I'm here.

Watch.

Okay?

You all right?

Yeah.

Have a drink. Would you like a drink?

Sorry. Would you mind walking me away
from here?

Sure. Yeah? Sure.

I'll just get my suitcase.

I have a sneaking suspicion that that
large man back there was inebriated. I

going to say something. I don't want to
cause any trouble. No, I think...

That's

my room.

With an expecting visitor.

I like it. Yes, it's beautiful.

These flowers.

God.

They really are something.

Yeah. Thank you.

You're welcome.

I made them from paper.

If I ever get the money, I'd like to
make them out of cloth.

Milk.

And I put a drop of perfume.

French perfume.

On each one.

What does it smell like?

Well, it is paper.

Hey, Bill.

You got any tobacco anywhere?

No, I don't smoke.

Damn.

Oh,

watch it.

Why do you have this?

Because this is America.

Charlie.

You're not Thel.

I never wanted to go away.

I know we said it was, uh... It was all
over and everything, but...

You were always in my heart, Thel.

Always.

I, uh... I brought you, uh...

Present? Well, I, uh... I'm... I'm gone.

And, uh... I'm... I'm sorry, Phil.

For, uh... For intruding.

Well, I never really loved you anyway.

Stop loving him, Bill.

Here'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.

You have any tobacco?

I don't smoke.

any extra tobacco?

Of course you wouldn't have any extra
tobacco.

How about you?

You ain't even old enough to smoke.

John 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 Phil

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.

Pinto ain't rightly a horse to threaten
what's about and the truth be told. Shut

up!

supposed to be the finest killers of men
and engines 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 picket, I hear tell
you killed 14 men.

I doubt you've seen that many years.

And I ain't even going to tell you what
I really think of you.

I always work alone.

Excuse me there, Mr. Dickinson, but, uh,
Riley, I never have worked with anyone

else either. I mean, I never have.

Uh, yeah, me neither.

Shut up!

My boy Charlie is dead.

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

Well, that bastard couldn't have got too
far yet.

Well, let me just say there, Mr.
Dickson, sir, I think we ought to start

in the morning. I mean, it's well
afternoon now, and by the time we get

finished, it's all packed up.

him brought here to me alive or dead
don't matter though i reckon dead would

easier i'm hiring you boys on an
exclusive basis and i'm willing to pay

money than you've ever seen before boys

the hunt is on

I want this out over the wires.

Post a $500 reward from here to hell and
back.

Notify every marshal, deputy, and possum
skin and 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

back.

Goddamn pinto is a stupid thing, man.

Stupid as the day is long.

Get yourself all up and twisted.

So set on one.

Buy yourself a sorrow horse and paint
your white spots on it as far as I'm

concerned. Jesus Christ.

Of course, 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.

The round stones beneath the earth have
spoken through the fire.

What?

Things which are alike in nature grow to
look alike.

And the speaking stones have lain a long
time looking at the sun.

Some believe they descend with the
lightning, but I believe they are on the

ground and are projected downward by the
boat Did

you kill the white man who killed you

I'm

not dead What name were you given at
birth

stupid white man

A lie?

Or a white man's trick?

No.

I'm William Blake.

And you are a dead man.

I'm sorry. I don't understand.

Is your name really William Blake?

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.

don't understand.

But I understand, William Blake.

You were a poet and a painter.

And now you are a killer of white men.

Some are born to sweet delight.

Some are born to endless night.

You didn't touch it, did you?

No.

You can swear to me.

Yeah, I swear.

You can get your hand on it and all,
right?

Swear to me you're telling the truth.

Yes, I swear I'm telling the truth.

Where are we?

You are being followed, William Blake.

Are you sure?

How do you know?

Often the evil stench of white men
precedes him.

Why don't we...

What should we do?

The eagle never lost so much time as
when he submitted to learn from the

Ever wish you were the moon?

He's my Henry's cold.

Oh, come on.

My bridge has been open like that how
long?

We've been riding a couple of days
together, but Jesus, one of you fellas

have mentioned the fact that... Unsaddle
your goddamn horses.

Unsaddle your goddamn horse.

You ain't tracking no goddamn engines,
Cole. I mean, hell, technically, there

ain't nothing about tracking no goddamn
engines. I mean, boy's name is William

Blake. You know a lot of Indians do your
name William Blake. I mean, howdy,

Chief Billy or something.

You know about Wilson?

What?

You know about Cole Wilson.

What kind of question is that?

Of course I know about Cole Wilson.
Everybody knows about him. He's a living

legend. Fuck this parents.

He what?

You're telling me he killed... I'm
telling you, he killed him. He fucked

cooked him up, he ate him.

He ain't got a goddamn conscience, you
understand what I'm saying?

He just as soon slit our goddamn throats
in the middle of the night as walk.

William Blake, do you know how to use
this weapon?

Not really.

That weapon will replace your tongue.

You will learn to speak through it.

And your poetry will now be written with
blood.

What is your name?

My name is nobody.

Excuse me?

My name is Xembeche.

He who talks loud, say nothing.

He who talks...

Thought you said your name was nobody we
prefer to be called nobody

Nobody

shouldn't you be with your own tribe or
something?

My blood is mixed

My mother was Umgampe Pakani.

My father is Apsaluka.

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 elf 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 then 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.

And 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 I
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 realized who I was, the
stories of my adventures angered them.

They called me a liar.

He who talks loud, saying nothing.

They ridiculed me, my own people.

And I was left to wander the earth
alone.

I am nobody.

Ain't you glad the sun kind of set?

Prepared you like?

I mean, what if it, like, went out
sudden, like, say, blowing out a candle

something? I mean, you know, one minute
we're riding along, we can see

everything and each other, and boom,
next minute it's just here in total

darkness.

Once upon a time, he bears a horse.

Big, small bear.

Tiny little baby bear.

Stupid white man.

William Blake, you go to them.

What?

Alone.

Why don't we just go around them? No.

You go.

Yet.

I don't know those people.

And they don't look very friendly.

I'd rather not, but I'll go.

Somebody here ate all our porridge.

What's the best way to get down there?

Be quiet and go.

That's terrible.

Tonight we're reminded of evil emperor
Nero Augustus.

He was the scourge of all the
Christians.

What's a scourge?

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

bodies of live Christians covered in
burning oil, strung up on flaming

crucified.

And at dinner, he'd have the Christians
rubbed by his guards with aromatic herbs

and garlic and thrown up in the sack.

And then they'd throw these sacks to the
wild dogs.

Well, that's terrible.

It's horrible.

Terrible is what it is.

You know, I just can't drink whiskey
like I used to could.

My old belly just ain't no count.

I get the shits every time, don't you
know?

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.

Beans are shit.

Why don't you shut your goddamn trap and
just eat your beans?

Been a month.

There's pots among these beans, and
spices, too.

I tried hard.

Well, Sully, I don't give a pig's ass
what anybody says. I still say you make

hell of a pot of beans.

Now, why don't you say us a grace out of
the good book, would you?

Thank you, Big Jordan. I'd be delighted
to do that.

This day will the Lord deliver thee into
mine hand, and I will smite thee.

Take thine head from me and I will give
the carcasses of the host of the

Philistines this day Unto the fowls of
the air the wild beasts of the earth

What's a philistine was a real dirty
person?

Who are you traveling with?

I'm with nobody.

Where are you headed?

I don't know.

You like beans?

I don't know, beans.

Have you got any tobacco?

Sorry, I don't smoke.

Would you give me some tobacco?

I would if I had some. I'll trade you
some beans for some tobacco.

I don't have any tobacco, but I'd love
some beans.

Hurt.

Yes.

Eyeglasses.

Yes.

Pretty suit, too.

I clean up real good, you know. Is that
right?

Yeah. What size shoes are those?

Ten. They look very comfortable, are
they?

Not too bad.

What kind of flower is that?

Well, it's a rose that's made out of
paper.

Paper? Rose.

Now, you see there?

Look at the edge on that knife.

Feel that.

I'd rather not. Go on.

That is a very, very sharp knife, that
is. Mm -hmm. Yeah? Mm -hmm. Yeah.

What do you call it?

I'm sorry?

That hat, what do you call it?

I'm really not sure.

Oh, your hair.

Your hair is soft.

It's like a girl's.

If I got it, it is soft.

Now, how do you get it that way?

See, this old stuff of mine, it's just,
well, it's just like old barn hay.

There ain't a darn thing you can do with
it.

How do you get it that way and keep it
like that?

Just lucky, I guess.

Lucky. Oh, yeah.

God damn it, you keep your hand off of
it. I thought I told you not to touch

I don't give a good goddamn what you
told me. You keep your hands off his

Why? What's that to do with you, then,
eh?

It's got plenty to do with me, god damn
it. Really?

That's right. This one's mine.

This one's yours. Yes.

This one's mine, Big George.

You had the last one. Is that a fact?

I saw him first.

I don't give a shit who saw what and who
did what or who did who.

You had the last Philistine. This one's
mine.

If I want this one, I'll have him too,
by God.

Right.

What happens if I just shoot you then,
eh? What do you think about that?

You're gonna shoot me. That's right, I'm
gonna shoot you. Well, why don't you

shoot me then, God damn it? I will. I'll
shoot you right now.

Come on, shoot me. I will.

Well, quit talking about it and do it,
by God. I will.

There you go. Good God, I'm hit.

Lord have mercy.

Burns like hell, Farr. You son of a
bitch.

I'm gonna have to kill somebody now.

Well, God damn it, I guess nobody gets
you.

The hell? Nobody.

I thought I'd win, and I thought I was
right.

Me.

That's me

Wanted

The brutal murders of one fell Russell
and one Charles Ludlow Dickens

I didn't kill Phil.

I didn't kill him.

Your actions are useless.

This is complete fabrication.

by the building of the ship.

What?

What did you say?

You know, I've had it up to here with
this Indian malarkey. I haven't

a single word you've said since I met
you. Not one single word.

Are you sure you have no tobacco?

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.

Say, bitchy, and I'll be going with him,
Blake.

Best advice is not to take anything.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Morning William Blake Yeah,

ain't we about more fucked at our
closing time,

huh, thanks to goddamn mr.

Dick and son, huh?

What that does is huh? Yes some pelt
wearing trapper some

stinking bean Sucking possum spinner.
He's gonna call that you or me.

Make you feel good?

A damn hell skin.

I'll be damned.

A bunch of dollars.

I thought we was hot exclusive.

He paid us in gold in advance.

I'm out here. I'm out here in the middle
of shit's crank.

We were two local lunatics.

One who don't say nothing.

He had tears for us.

I wouldn't do that if I were you.

Then why not?

Because it ain't good for your health.

Fuck me.

Mud toy now.

He's got a go -go.

Look at this, though.

Look at Puma.

No way.

I have just ingested the food of the
Great Spirit.

Grandfather peyote.

Do you think I could have a little bite
of it?

It's not for use even for William Blake.

The powers of the medicine give you
sacred visions that are not for you

now.

My southern brothers were prohibited
from using it by the Spanish devils.

But now, even the Nato Memesa and the
Dene

know of its loving ways.

Hey.

What?

What are you looking at?

Really, Blake.

It's so strange that you don't remember
any of your poetry.

I don't know anything about poetry.

Oh, you're so wise.

I feel very weak.

I'm hungry.

Quest for vision is a great blessing,
William Blake.

To do so, one must go without food and
water.

All the sacred spirits recognize those
who fast.

It's good to prepare for a journey in
this way.

I seem to have misplaced my eyeglasses.

I can't see clearly.

Perhaps you will see more clearly
without them.

You're a very strange man.

May the Great Spirit watch over you,
William Blake.

Nobody?

Nobody?

Nobody?

Nobody?

Hey, Marvin.

What?

How come Dickinson's telegram didn't
give no description of the horse this

murdering fucker stole?

It did, Lee.

A pinto just like that one.

White legs, brown ass, brown sides.

It did?

I don't think it did, Marvin.

Well, you asshole!

You've got the damn telegram on you.
Take it out and look.

Yeah, I got it. Here, I'll check it.

Maybe I've been thinking of them wanted
posters.

Lee, it's him.

You William Blake?

Yes I am.

Do you know my poetry?

Summer born.

Endless night.

A room we're built in a day, Cole.

Of course, I wasn't overseeing that
particular job.

Yeah, no damn tobacco, that's for sure.

Some kind of telegram or something.

What's that say?

Dickinson again.

Oh, goddamn Dickinson.

You mean to tell me he's even got the
law involved in this now?

Jesus.

I'll tell you one thing, though, that
that there Blake fella keeps on shooting

marshals, I'm going to end up liking the
bastard.

Muck's little plan, uh, the, uh, plan
part out of gold and purple, if I

correctly. I'm never more elected than
myself.

Dropped the muck farther than anyone he
decided to come out with on a county

figure, getting more work and all.

How about your family history there,
Cole?

Let me guess.

On a figure you for, uh, German, huh?

Mean to my right?

To my left?

Austrian?

I'd like to speak with Mr Dickinson,
please.

I insist on speaking with Mr Dickinson.

She's upset.

She didn't mean to call you that.

Huh?

But you sure interrupted a very romantic
moment, William Blake. Oh, I'm sorry.

You just stay here till I return.

Don't let

the

sun burn a hole in your ass, William
Blake.

Rise now and... Drive your cart and plow
over the bones of the dead.

Do you still have my eyeglasses?

No. I traded them.

You traded them?

Do you have any tobacco?

No.

I traded it.

For what?

I'm not telling.

Liar.

Thief.

I don't care if you were married 16
times.

I still love you.

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

sea meets the sky.

Trading book Indians get diseases there
What

do you mean smallpox consumption

Blankets are infected Spreads to the
villages

I See you've acquired a new weapon.

Oh, yes a Winchester

Take it. No.

Oh, really.

Take it.

I took it off a dead white man.

Did William Blake kill this white man?

Yes.

William Blake killed the white man.

We need a canoe.

The brutal murders of Charles Dickinson
and fiancée Belle Russell.

Also the murders of the following
territorial marshal in Thornberry,

Hazelwood, Big George Draculius, Ben
Montench, and one Salvatore,

Sally Jenko.

It's not bad.

Huh?

It's not a bad illustration of you,
William Blake.

I want you to have it.

It's a present.

Oh.

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 its

darkest places from heathens and...

Philistines. The vision of Christ that
thou dost see is my vision's greatest

enemy.

Do you have tobacco?

We sure don't.

Aren't those tins of tobacco right there
behind you?

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.

Blanket?

Yes, my fine fellow. Ammunition.

I'd like some tobacco, please.

Well, I may have one or two twists left.

From my personal supply, you understand.

But good friends only.

Yes, I am.

By the grace of the Lord Almighty.

Sir, would it be presumptuous of me to
ask you for... your autograph?

Please, kind sir.

It would be a great honour.

Pardon me.

There's my autograph.

God damn your soul to the fires of hell.

I'll free the horses.

So you've collected some more white
man's metal.

Yes.

I seem to be a magnet for it.

Good day for a canoe ride.

No, buddy.

Is this the boat that'll take me across
the mirror of water?

No.

This boat's not strong enough, I think.

Thank you.

We stuck wood to there.

William Blake.

William Blake.

Ah.

Oh, cold.

That man there?

I know him.

He's a great builder of sea canoes.

So could we shall see.

Hello?

I prepared your canoe with cedar boughs.

Time for you to leave now, William
Blake.

Time for you to go back to where you
came from.

You mean Cleveland?

Back to the place where all the spirits
came from.

And where all the spirits return.

This world will no longer concern you.

I want some tobacco.

That tobacco is for your wage.

William Blake.

Nobody. I don't smoke.