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Heat.

Heat.

Bye-bye.

Heat.

Heat.

Let's

see.

Look out the window.

And doesn't it 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?

Cleveland

Cleveland's

like Erie

Erie.

Do you have any parents back in uh Erie?

They passed on recently.

And uh

do you have a wife

in your age?

No.

Fiance.

Well, I I had one of those, but um

she changed her mind.

She found herself somebody else.

No.

Yes, she did.

Well,

that doesn't explain why you've come all

the way out here. All the way out here

to hell.

I uh

I have a job

out in the town of Machine.

Machine? That's the end of the line,

is it?

Yes.

Well, I

received a letter

from the

people at Dickinson's Metal Works

assuring me of a job.

Is that so?

Yes. 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 writtely

from no Dickinson out in the town of

Machine.

You're just as likely to find your own

grave.

Look, we're shooting Buffalo.

Government

says

killed a million of them past your

world.

Heat. Heat.

Oh no.

Heat. Heat.

It's not

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.

What the heck are you doing here?

Uh uh I have here this letter which

confirms my position here.

This letter is postmarked two months

ago. Makes you about a month late. This

here is Mr. Olafs and he's our new

accountant.

I'm sorry.

I think there's been some mistake.

Look, Mr. Black, wait.

I'm a very busy man, and Mr. Dickinson

does not pay me for idle compensation.

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.

You'd like to speak to Mr. Dickens?

No, I 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.

All right, then.

Go on, lad.

Well, I will.

Well,

Mr. Dickinson

Who the hell are you and where did you

get that goddamn clown suit? Cleveland.

Oh,

actually, yes, sir. I did uh get it in

Cleveland.

What the hell are you doing in my

office?

Well, I I 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, sir.

Back to work, Mr. Olafson. Heat. Heat.

Heat. Heat.

It's good.

Excuse

me.

Could I get a bottle, please?

Raccoon

another round.

I believe like you better use a [ __ ]

Jackass

[ __ ]

Why don't you just paint my portrait?

I'm sorry.

Let me help here.

This one's not good.

It's no good.

Oh, here. Oh,

watch. So,

you

okay? All right.

Yeah.

Have a drink. Would you like a drink?

Thanks.

I'm sorry.

Would you mind walking me away from

here?

Sure.

Yeah,

sure.

I'll just get my suitcase.

It's that way.

All right.

[ __ ]

I have a sneaking suspicion that that

large man back there was inebriated. I

was going to say something. I don't want

to cause any trouble. No, I think

that's my room.

Wasn't

expecting any visitor.

I like it.

Yes, it's beautiful.

These flowers. Gosh,

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,

silk,

and I put a drop of perfume,

French perfume,

on each one.

What does it smell like?

paper.

Well, it is paper.

Hey, Bill. You got any tobacco anywhere?

No, I don't smoke.

Damn.

Oh.

Oh, watch it. It's loaded.

Why do you have this?

Cuz this is America.

Charlie.

You're not fail.

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, though.

Always.

I um

I brought you uh

well,

it's a present.

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.

No, Charlie.

I never stopped loving.

Bill.

waiting.

[ __ ] Goomba.

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.

Stupid [ __ ] white, man.

You have any tobacco?

I don't smoke.

Now be going.

Hey, Wilson. You got any extra tobaca?

Of course you wouldn't have any extra

tobaca. How about you?

[ __ ] You ain't even old enough to

smoke.

Mr. 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 won Mr. Bill Blake

also shot to death Miss Theel Russell,

the fiance 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. Po ain't Pinto ain't Riley a

horse to fret much about. And truth be

told,

shut up.

You three are supposed to be the finest

killers of men and engines in this here

half of the world.

Co Wilson, your reputation is already a

legend. You I know I can trust.

Conway 12, you're a real good killer.

But be sure you keep that goddamn trap

shut.

And Johnny the kid pick it. I here 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.

Yeah. Excuse me, Mr. Dickinson, but uh

Riley, I 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

own.

Yeah, that bastard couldn't have got too

far yet.

Well, let me just say there, Mr. Dixon,

sir, I think we ought to start uh fresh

in the morning. I mean, it's well

afternoon now and time we get finished

all packed up and

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

than you've ever seen before.

Boys,

the hunt is on.

Good.

Stupid [ __ ] white man.

I want this out over the wires. Post a

$500 reward from here to Helen back.

Notify every marshall, deputy, and

possum skin and low life 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.

Goddamn Pinto is a stupid damn man.

Stupid as the day is long

about getting yourself all up to twist.

Got his heart so set on one. Buy

yourself a sorrow horse and paint the

white spots on 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.

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.

The speaking stones. Some believe they

descend with the lightning, but I

believe they are on the ground and are

projected downward by the bolt.

Did you kill the white man who killed

you?

I'm not dead.

What name were you given at birth?

Stupid white man.

Blake.

William Blake.

Is this 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 I don't understand.

Is your name really? William Blake?

Yes.

Every night

and every morning,

some to misery are born.

Every morning

and every night.

Some are born to sweet delight.

Some are born to sweet delight.

Some are born to endless night.

I really

don't understand.

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.

making biscuits for mommy.

Just stare out of the window.

Yeah,

sweetheart.

You didn't touch it, did you?

Huh?

You swear to me.

I swear. You get your hand down on it

all. Right.

Swear to me. You're telling the truth.

Yes, I swear I'm telling the truth.

Lot of goddamn words and no one ever.

You understand?

Will never ask me no questions.

Where are we?

You are being followed, William Blake.

Are you sure of him?

How do you know?

Often

the evil stench of white men precedes

him.

Why don't we uh

maybe we should uh

what should we do?

The eagle never lost so much time as

when he submitted to learn from the

crow.

Do you ever wish you were the moon?

Jeez, 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

could have mentioned the fact.

Unsaddle your goddamn horses.

Unsaddle your goddamn horse.

Go on.

An engine dug this fire pit.

You ain't tracking no goddamn engines,

Cole. I mean, uh, hell, technically

ain't nothing about tracking no goddamn

engines. I mean, boy's name is William

Blake. You know, a lot of Indian deer

named William Blake. I mean, how did

Chief Billy hear something?

Huh?

Did you?

I guess it was nothing.

You know about Wilson.

What do you know about Cole Wilson?

What kind of question is that? Of course

I know about Cole Wilson. Everybody

knows his body. He's a living legend.

[ __ ] his parents.

He what?

He [ __ ] his parents.

Over. Yeah.

Mother, father, parents, both of them.

[ __ ] them.

Huh?

And you know what heard?

After he killed him, cooked them up and

ate him.

Are you telling me he killed?

He killed him. He [ __ ] him. He cooked

him up. He ate him.

He got a goddamn conscience. You

understand what I'm saying? He just as

soon in slit our goddamn throats in the

middle of the night as walk.

Of course, someone your age.

Jesus.

He was to put one in him.

Johnny the kid in picket slays cold

Wilson.

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 Xabiche.

He who talks loud say nothing.

He who talks

I thought you said your name was nobody.

I prefer to be called nobody.

Nobody.

Um,

shouldn't you be with your own tribe or

something?

My blood is mixed.

My mother was Unampe Pakani.

My father is Absoluca.

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 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.

Exe.

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 sets,

prepares you like? I mean, what if it

like went out sudden like say blowing

out a candle or 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 you're in

total darkness. I scare the Jesus out of

me.

Once upon a time, there were three bears

in the forest. Big

tiny little baby bear

breakfast.

Stupid white man.

William Blake, you go to them.

Alone.

Why don't we just go around them?

No.

You go.

It's a test.

I don't know those people and they don't

look very friendly. What if they kill

me? Nobody will observe.

All right, I'll go.

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

What's the best way to get down there?

Be quiet and go.

Any scanny

tore her head off her body. He took that

golden air and he made a sweater for

baby bear.

That's terrible.

Tonight we're reminded of the evil

emperor Nero Augustus. He was the

scourge of all the Christians.

What's a scourge?

It's 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'd have the Christians rubbed by his

guards with aromatic herbs and garlic

and sewn up into sacks.

And then they throw these sacks to the

wild dogs.

Well, that's terrible.

It's horrible.

Terrible is what it is.

You know, I just I can't drink whiskey

like I used to could. My old belly, it

just ain't no count. I get to [ __ ] 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 going to fix up your old

gut.

There's beans [ __ ]

Why don't you shut your goddamn trout

and just eat your beans?

Ben, mom, there's possum in these beans

and spices, too. I tried hard.

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?

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, 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, the wild beasts of the earth.

Amen.

Amen.

What's a Philistine?

was like a real dirty person.

Hello.

I smelled

beans.

Who are you traveling with?

Oh, nobody.

Where are you headed?

I don't know.

Do you like beans?

I love beans.

Have you got any tobacco?

I'm 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.

Our glasses.

Yes.

Pretty suit, too. I clean up real good,

you know.

Is that right?

Yeah.

What size shoes are those?

10. 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.

Piper.

Rose. Now you see there.

Look at the edge on that knife.

Feel that.

I'd rather not.

I go on.

And that is a very very sharp knife.

That is.

Mhm.

Yeah.

Mhm.

Yeah.

What do you call it?

Pretty.

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.

My god, it is soft.

Now, how do you get it that way? See,

this old stuff of mine, it just Well,

it's 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?

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 me.

I don't give a good goddamn what you

told me. You keep your hands off his

hair.

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

Eh,

that's got plenty to do with me. Godamn

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 [ __ ] 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,

fine.

What happens if I just shoot you then?

Eh, what do you think about that?

You're going to shoot me?

That's right. I'm going to 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.

My god,

I will.

There you go.

Good God, I'm hit. Lord have mercy.

Burns like hellfire. You son of a [ __ ]

I'm going to have to kill somebody now.

Well, god damn it. I guess nobody gets

you.

The hell?

Nobody.

Cheetah bears and the squirrels of the

queen and I saw it live right there.

What?

That's me.

wanted

for the brutal murders of one Russell

and one Charles Lello Dickens.

I didn't kill the

I didn't kill

actions are useless.

This is complete fabrication. They can't

stop the clouds 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

understood 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.

See, [ __ ] I'll be going with William

Blake.

I guess the best advice just not to take

any down.

What the hell

is that?

What's that say?

Read it.

Warn it.

William Blake,

huh?

A matter of $500.

[ __ ]

Yeah. Ain't we about more [ __ ] than a

horror closing time, huh? Thanks to

goddamn Mr. Dick and son, huh? Tell you

what that dare says, huh? says some

piltw wearing trapper

some stinking bean sucking possum

skinner he's going to collect that

reward

make you feel good

damn belt skin

I'll be damned $100 I understand 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 creek with two local lunatics

One who don't say nothing,

the other one he won't even start

yapping.

You going to shed tears for us.

I wouldn't do that if I were you.

And why not?

Because it ain't good for your health.

[ __ ] you.

[ __ ] me.

[ __ ] you.

God damn it.

Jesus. Go.

He's just a kid.

Just a Navajo mud toy now.

Yeah.

It's going to

No way.

Don't

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

gives 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 nto messa

and the d

know of its loving ways.

Hey,

you're

What?

What are you looking at?

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 modest.

Listen,

I feel very weak.

I'm hungry.

The 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.

Very strange.

a great spirit watch over you. William

Blake

Nobody. Hey,

nobody.

Nobody.

Nobody.

Hey, Marvin. What?

How come Dickerson's telegram didn't

give no description of the horse this

murdering [ __ ] stole?

It did, Lee. A pento just like that one.

White legs, brown ass, brown sides.

It did.

I don't think it did, Marvin.

Well, you [ __ ]

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.

Are you where you?

Yes, I am.

Do you know my poetry?

That's it.

Summer born.

It's endless night.

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

course, uh I wasn't overseeing that

particular job.

Fresh kill.

Yeah. No damn tobaca, that's for sure.

Some kind of telegram or something.

What's that say?

Dickinson again.

Oh, god damn Dickinson. You mean to tell

me he's even got the law involved in

this now? Jesus.

Tell you one thing though, that uh that

there Blake fella keeps on shooting

marshals.

I end up liking the bastard.

Looks like a goddamn religious icon.

Anyhow,

getting back to the beginning of the

story, my my granddaddy come over from

Scotland. You see, he was actually part

of the muck quill clan. The uh plan tart

was a kind of golden purple if I

remember correctly. I've never wore a

liquid myself. dropped the muck part of

the name when he decided to come out

west on a county figure to get him more

work than all of them. How about your

family history there, Cole? Let me

guess. Kind of figured you for a German,

huh? I mean, am I right? Am I close?

Austrian

Heat. Heat.

I'd like to speak with Mr. Dickinson,

please.

I insist on speaking with Mr.

God damn rich.

Okay.

All right.

Nobody.

William Plake.

She's upset.

It's your moss.

Oh,

squa.

She's beautiful.

She didn't mean to call you that,

huh?

But you sure interrupted a very romantic

moment, William Blake.

Oh, I'm sorry. Need to stay here till I

return. Need your mosquito.

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.

Hey. Hey.

I don't care if you were married 16

times.

I still love you.

Yeah,

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.

What do you mean?

Small pox consumption.

Blankets are infected

spreads through the villages.

I see you've acquired a new weapon.

Oh, yes. A Winchester.

Here, take it. No.

No. Really? Take it. I took it off a

dead white man.

Did William Blake kill this white man?

Yes.

William Blake killed the white.

We need a canoe.

the water.

The brutal murders of Charles Dickinson

and fiance th Russell.

Also the murders of the following

territorial marshall and thornberry

deputy hazel big George Draulius Bench

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.

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.

Uh, I'd like some tobacco, please.

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.

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 honor.

Pardon me.

There's my autograph.

God damn your soul to the fires of hell.

He already has.

What?

I'm tired.

I'll free the horses.

Yeah.

See, you've collected some more white

man's metal.

Yes,

I seem to be a magnet for it.

Oh,

yeah.

Good day for canoe ride.

Woo!

Woo!

Hello.

Ah.

No, buddy.

Is this the boat

that'll take me across the mirror of

water?

No.

This boat's not strong enough for

anything.

William is a legend now.

He's a good friend of

back.

Yeah.

Heat.

And I'm coming home to you.

Oh my

Oh,

with this Jack boxes

to

boot

Yeah.

State of William Blake.

William Black.

All of them

proudly Good evening.

Let me know.

Heat. Heat.

Heat.

Heat.

That man there,

I know him.

He's a great builder of seekos.

A cocka

kubisaw

kubal. She

Heat. Heat.

Heat. Heat.

I don't

know.

Heat. Heat.

Heat. Heat.

Oh,

Hello.

I prepared your canoe with Cedar Boss.

It's 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 found some tobacco.

That tobacco is for your voyage,

William Blake.

Nobody.

I don't smoke.

Oh, William Blake.

Heat. Heat.

Heat. Heat.

Heat. Hey, heat. Hey, heat.

Heat. Heat.

Heat. Heat.

Heat. Heat.