Original subtitles

We shot the movie Dark Blood in 1993.

Unfortunately, River Phoenix

died before the end of the shooting.

For me, the director of the movie and many others, it was a

very sad and tragic experience to lose such a gentle and

gifted actor.

When I got severely ill myself, I had the urge to put the

material we had shot together while I still could.

If I may make a comparison, we had a chair with two legs, and

I wanted to add the third leg to edit and preserve what we

had achieved.

The fourth leg will always be missing, but the chair would

then be able to stand upright.

Please take pleasure in the unfinished film Dark Blood.

A dark wind of mysterious origins swept across the land

driving the Anasazi from their homeland.

And by the 13th century, there

are cities and pueblos were abandoned.

The reasons for the death of this civilization are lost in

the mists of time.

They are calm, peace loving culture was somehow unable to

survive a hostile world.

Christ, I need a drink.

Loose the beer can darling this one is for daddy.

Huh? Yours are mine.

Yours. Watch the birdie.

Oh.

He'll love it.

I have always loved you.

And I've always known that one day you would be mine.

Kiss me now my lips ache for you.

And. Oh!

Oh, I want you inside of me.

They embrace.

She yelps.

Woo!

Oh yes!

She swoons.

Oh God, she's swoons!

Yeesh! Can you believe this?

Who are you?

Uh, I played Justin Lagrange.

Sleek cat with a heart of gold.

I come in on page 16.

There you go.

Gonna do it.

Money's good.

Screw the money. You don't need that shit.

Ooh, baby.

I love it when you talk dirty.

Christ, I stink.

The Hollywood couple, Buffy and Harry, on their way to the

desert for a romantic weekend.

Hello?

Hello.

Hello.

I wonder if you could help us. I've run into a spot of trouble.

A bit of a misfire.

Uh, do you fix cars?

Would you mind having a look if it's not too much trouble?

Hi.

You got a room for the night?

It was fine here once.

There were people coming and going from the site.

Automobiles

all the day long.

Newspaper, man. We had sightseers.

We had all kind of people.

When there was an actual

nuclear test, they'd be wall to wall.

I had to sign up every night.

Sorry. No vacancies.

It's all gone now.

You could hear the big bang from here.

There's a dead place now.

It's dead and buried.

Oh, I know you.

You was in that war movie fighting off them Nazis.

What'd you say your name was?

Harry Fletcher.

Well, I don't pay much heed to movie star names.

Mostly made up anyway.

I thought you was younger.

I probably was.

Who's that?

This is his wife.

How long have you been married?

How long have we been married?

It's 12 years. Why?

Time you got a ring?

Time. You mind your own business.

Harry calls his agent about the part.

Buffy, her sister, to make sure the kids are okay.

While taking a shower, Buffy sips on a glass of vodka.

Suddenly water spurts.

Fiercely, she drops her glass.

It smashes on the tiles.

She stumbles, treads on the shards and cuts her foot.

Sorry. How's it going?

I'll give you a hand.

Mm.

She's beautiful. Mm.

Okay.

Harry.

It's just the moon.

Hi.

Every now and then, you get one

bad moon.

Mm.

You can feel it.

Sour.

Bringing harm.

Stay out of the light, honey.

Checking your image.

What's left of it.

We'll have it looked at in Saint John.

Can't hurt.

He says you ought to wait.

He can get a new part sent out.

No, no, no. We'll be okay.

How far is it.

To Saint John?

It's a mighty long way.

It's

It's a long way.

There ain't nothing in between.

We'll be okay.

That's for. Tough man.

See you around, boss.

Thank you.

Yes.

Hey.

We can always go back through Vegas.

What do you say, huh?

Them big city lights, huh?

Can't you see them twinkling there across the desert?

Seen enough of Vegas to last a lifetime?

Thanks.

And Vegas saw plenty of you.

Oh,

are we referring to my little bunny period?

Nothing.

No, use in trying that bloody thing.

We're way out of range.

Oh.

What?

Nothing.

Nothing at all.

You should have taken the ranch wagon.

Never breaks down.

Bit late to bring it up now.

I brought it up then, but you wouldn't listen.

Oh. Christ.

Isn't there anything to drink?

Man.

It's brandy.

Who needs brandy in the middle of a fucking desert?

I'm sorry, I only carry cognac.

I'm sorry I prefer the Bentley to the Ford.

I'm sorry you misread the map

and were on the wrong fucking road.

Sorry. Sorry. Sorry.

Fucking pretentious. Heap.

Oh.

They're going to let it all hang out, are we?

I'll shout, you'll scream.

I'll have some tears.

Kiss and make up.

I'll give you a quick one on the back seat.

Sounds okay to me.

I'm sorry. I'm not playing.

Sorry, I'm not playing.

You should hear yourself.

Reynaldo says you're a classic, rigid, defensive.

I thought I was passive aggressive.

Or was it anal retentive?

Oh, no.

No, no, that was last month, wasn't it?

You know what they say, don't you?

People how go to shrinks?

Should have their heads examined.

Be careful, darling.

Your teeth are showing.

I've found some water.

Praise the Lord.

Oh.

It's from the radiator.

I read it in a book.

Did you try it?

No.

Give me the brandy, please.

Harry. Harry.

We should try walking.

No, no.

It's a basic rule. Always stay with the car.

Anyway, with your foot.

You're hardly in a state to walk anywhere.

God.

Jesus Christ.

Hurry, hurry!

Wake up!

Hurry!

What?

There's something out there.

Look.

I don't know, over there.

There's a light.

Where?

Over there.

There's nothing.

There is.

Look.

Oh.

Go to sleep.

Let me go. Take a look.

Just sleep.

Hi.

Boys scrutinizes Buffy.

She winces in pain, glances at her foot.

I'd better take a look, says boy.

He strokes her foot tenderly.

She can feel desire in his hands.

Boy cleans the wound, spreads it apart with his fingers.

It's an intimate thing to open

someone else's flesh, a woman's flesh.

You said we.

Are you with somebody?

Yes, says Buffy.

My husband is still in the car.

Boy explains,

my great grandpa died of melancholia.

So I'm told. He married a white lady.

Makes me one eighth Hopi Indian and prone to depression.

Dark blood in my veins.

You got some dark blood yourself.

It's a nice car.

What the hell?

Wake up! Harry. Hi.

See, I told you there was something out there.

She is one brave lady. Yes, sir.

You know, a person can come to grief out here in the desert.

People just disappear and bodies ain't never been found.

You got coyotes coming down from the hills and wildcats,

all sorts of critters.

Oh, sure.

So why didn't you go?

What? Go where?

Go looking for help?

I thought it better to wait by the car.

And that's what they always say, isn't it?

Wait with your car.

Not two vehicles.

Use that road in a week.

She did right.

Oh.

How's your foot?

Oh, my friend here fixed me up.

She'll be okay.

It's a surface wound and nasty being glass and all, but it's

been no deep penetration.

Very glad to hear it.

Hear that?

Its the ring of Titanium? There's a scrapyard over by Los Alamos.

You can buy the castings they throw out from the lab.

They got, like, a machine floor or something.

$0.60 a pound.

Fella reckons they're off the Minuteman missile.

I set them up.

It's my rock concert.

Stuff's, like, right out of the belly of the beast or

something, huh?

Yeah.

That's. That's music you're hearing.

Let me help you with that.

Oh. Thank you.

Welcome to my home.

Hear, boy.

Come on, come on.

My God.

It's incredible.

But doesn't it get lonely?

Everywhere it's lonely.

America is full of loudmouths.

Always shouting and trying to get themselves heard.

This country is just too big.

Oh, wow.

This is incredible.

Isn't it?

It's nice to wake up and have people here.

Shooters. Indians from the pueblo come up, get drunk and

blast around.

Was all theirs once.

Warriors of the Painted Desert.

It's beautiful.

Ya Chicago bank owns it now.

Shall we go?

They must have roamed these plains for thousand years.

Make them sound like a herd of bison.

Shall we go?

Well, thanks for everything.

No no no no.

This ain't Saint John. This is the Pueblo Nuevo.

I gotta talk to somebody.

Come along.

Will it take long?

They used to have a better place.

The old pueblo. Way down the valley.

Then the test started.

They were downwind, so the army moved them out.

Bureau of Indian Affairs,

BIA. Around here.

That stands for Bash Indians Around.

Used to come here a lot back when Lily was alive.

My wife.

She was a medic. Full blooded Navajo.

Dead now.

Cancer.

I gotta have a word with this gentleman here.

Will it take long?

Joe.

These crummy tourists out here, they're car broke.

It's a fucking Bentley.

Some English thing.

This guy fixes cars.

The Bentley.

I think not.

We'll wait until Saint John's.

We should hurry up.

Excuse me.

Is there a telephone nearby?

Telephone?

Okay.

Let's go.

Dustin Stone.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

It's a glorious day.

Hey hey hey.

Her Majesty, Pope and company.

When the Pilgrim fathers came

to America, they fell on their knees.

And then they fell on the Indians.

Ain't nothing changed.

Which way is Saint John?

What day of the week is it?

It's, uh.

It's Sunday, isn't it?

Won't get a mechanic in Saint John.

Not on Sunday.

We best all get back to my place.

I think we should get to Saint John.

Get a motel.

Get going first thing in the morning.

No motel in Saint John.

Boy gives Buffy a glass of moonshine.

The Indian shaman. Lunch on it.

Give it a few minutes.

The top of your head lifts off.

Boy asks Harry, do you believe in evil?

Because there is evil.

And it is as real as you or me.

It gets in people's brains, you know.

Takes them over and they don't even know it.

Politicians, military.

Big business.

You think I'm crazy?

Let me tell you, I've been close enough to evil to kiss it

on the lips.

They fucked the desert.

They fucked the Indians.

They fucked the entire world.

Right to the top of the atmosphere and the bottom of

the deepest sea.

So you can dance and party away down in LA.

You can play Sodom and Gomorrah with your fags and your crack

and your Bentleys.

But I tell you, you're a fool

if you don't get your shit together.

I'd like to show you something nobody's ever seen before.

At least nobody who's still alive.

Buffy and boy step out into the darkness.

High on the Indian drug.

Wow incredible. Look at that.

Where are we going?

Just over there.

Where?

Oh, come on, Harry, don't be such a tight ass.

I fitted carbon dust filters

The block both temporal, gas and radiation.

Complete air change every six hours.

Heating system in two chambers.

Water ionizer and powdered proteins.

Enough to last, what, three years?

Vitamins.

You name it, I got it.

Back up electrics, a generator.

Of course.

Bean sprouts for those easy, digestible proteins.

What else could you ask for?

Except maybe some sunlight?

Wow.

Oh.

Oh.

They're my friends.

Did you make them?

I did.

All the time I'm making them. I'm thinking about what I need

and praying for it.

They just sit here like magnets drawn in whatever

it is I ask for bringing it to me.

You see, magic's just a question of focusing the will.

You don't get something you want because you're lucky.

You get it because

you're willing.

Wow.

You must.

Well, you must want a lot of things.

Only one thing.

The final

piece goes there.

I'm making it now.

You're a very disturbing young man.

I'm just another creature.

It's chilly.

Sleep well.

As a matter of fact, I did.

You look nice in that.

Thank you.

Shit.

We got problems.

Now, there's something wrong with the bloody truck.

Sounded fine to me.

It ghosts from the past.

What?

Oh, this is too much.

Hey hey hey hey.

This is too strange.

We're getting out of here.

How much money do we have?

Hi. How's it going?

We'll get there.

How long?

As long as it takes.

Look, I'll give you 200 bucks

if you get us to Saint John by noon.

Huh?

What do you say?

You don't want to be like those tourists who drive around in

the desert and have their vehicles break down on them.

That would be a foolish thing to do, eh.

He's got the entire fucking engine in pieces.

It's going to take forever.

Oh, well. That's life.

You're very bloody philosophical all of a sudden.

What's that supposed to mean?

Could you hold this?

I need some help.

Got to get this right or you'll never get out of here.

You wouldn't want that, now, would you?

No.

I got this wrench wedged in, like so.

So if you could just hold it steady, I could get to it.

Okay.

All right.

Thank you.

Like so.

Like so. Yeah. That's it.

Just hold it steady.

Don't move.

Oh, come on, hold it steady.

I said don't you move!

Hey! Come on!

Stop that!

What?

Harry won't like it.

Harry's not getting it.

I want you.

Stop it! He's coming!

Ah, shit.

I got to leave those locks soak a while.

You a shooter?

Pardon me?

You a shooter? Can you handle a rifle?

Yes.

You okay?

A real movie star, huh?

I seen your picture in one of

them trash magazines from the supermarket.

I seen your wife's picture.

It's funny when you see a person in the flesh.

Does anything come out in this wilderness?

Oh, Lizards, snakes, a few jacks.

I bet you don't like your wife doing that kind of thing.

You know, men feasting their eyes on her half naked.

That was a long time ago, my friend.

Didn’t you notice?

Fucking sidewinder.

Here.

Oh. Thank you.

So what sort of stuff you been shooting?

Oh. Mostly pheasants.

Partridge,

the odd bunny.

The bunny.

I like that.

You're not so bad.

I guess being a movie star, you must get a lot of, you know,

offers from women.

All them young actresses and such like.

You can only wear one shirt at a time, my friend.

Huh? Yeah.

But if you got a lot of shirts, then you could wear a different

shirt on a different day.

But think of the laundry bills.

hmm.

Yeah.

Look, I'm not a big star. I'm a working actor.

Actually, I'm a not working actor.

I haven't worked in over a year.

You're still a celebrity.

Got lots of style and a fancy car.

Attractive wife.

You sure have.

I miss my wife so bad.

I really do.

Yes, well, do yourself a favor. Keep your hands off mine.

You're all alone out here.

Attractive woman comes along, fluttering her eyelashes.

But don't get too excited.

She's one of those girls, you know who likes to know she can

cut the mustard. You know what I mean?

But don't let things get out of hand.

You could get hurt.

Is that a threat?

No.

Are you threatening me?

Good heavens!

No! No!

I guess you'll learn the

deepest wounds are self-inflicted.

Fuck you!

Fuck.

Oh, fuck.

Hello?

Hello?

Fuck!

Oh, Jesus Christ.

Sidewinder. Nasty motherfucker.

You stupid jerk.

What?

Hey.

We'll go back now.

Having fun.

Shut up!

I hope the kids are okay.

Why shouldn't they be?

I tell you, that boy is absolutely nuts.

I wouldn't go that far.

I don't care how far you go.

As a rule, dearie.

But this time, you're getting us into trouble.

Stop it!

And don't say a word.

And don't do that bloody thing with your eyes.

You do tend to lead the chaps on.

Oh fuck it.

Oh, fuck.

Fuck fuck fuck fuck!

What's so bloody funny?

You. I'm sorry.

Oh, I'm so pissed off.

You got it going.

Great. I'll, uh. I'll go and get the bags.

I gotta wait. I got some people coming.

Who? What people?

Some friends.

I thought they'd be here by now, but I guess folks don't

like to drive in the heat of the day.

I can't leave until they get here.

Sorry.

So when are they coming? This evening?

I doubt it.

Sun's going down.

People around here don't like to travel too much after dark.

Wait a minute.

They won't come by day because it's too hot.

They won't come by night because it's too dark.

What is this, a fucking riddle?

Fucking Alice in Wonderland.

I mean, if they're not coming tonight, we don't have to wait, do they?

So you can drive us to Saint John now?

I couldn't do that.

I still got some tuning and stuff to do on this truck.

Okay. I'll pay.

I'll pay very well.

$500 cash.

Now, how far is Saint John?

About 30 miles.

Well.

This is absurd.

Harry.

I'm sure our friend will take us there.

I have to phone.

If I don't, I will lose the part.

All right.

When can we go?

Exactly when may we leave?

Mr.. I'm doing you a big favor.

You can just wait until I'm ready to do it, okay?

My bloody car is sitting out there.

It won't come to no harm.

Lily. My wife, she was a living angel.

She just flew away.

She just had a little cough

there it was blood radiation, cancer.

Sometimes when I hear those chimes, I think it's her

playing to me.

Wake up.

Wake up.

Get dressed.

Early bird gets the worm, eh?

You walking out on me?

It's a hell of a walk to any place from here.

You can give it a shot if you like, but you're not dragging

her along.

And kindly leave the tableware behind.

We weren't walking out.

We were driving out.

The keys, now!

Get the fuck back!

Hey, why didn't I buy it from you?

I'll pay you $1,000, more than it's worth.

What do you say?

She ain't for sale.

Five grand.

Five grand?

I'll leave it in Saint John, and you can have it back.

I mean, $5,000.

And you've still got the truck.

And you could use that kind of money, huh?

What about six, six grand?

Well, how about ten or.

Or maybe 20 or 50?

$50,000. How about that?

Fuck off Harry.

You can't buy your way out of this one, mister.

Oh, God.

I'm gonna try talk to him.

Oh. And what does milady have in mind?

Mm. Maybe dangle a few more charms.

Peck on the cheek for the maitre d, huh?

Small gratuity for mine host.

Why don't you just drop your knickers, dearie?

Settle the entire fucking bill. We can check out of here.

Hey, this is what it is with you, isn't it?

Everything's a smart ass answer.

Oh that is what you’re aiming for isn’t it?

No, it is not.

Oh, no.

You don't know how to care for anybody.

I don't know how to care.

Know you're so fucking.

I don't know how to care.

You're so busy keeping up your front.

My front.

Oh, God.

Fuck you.

I know I've never been enough for you, Buffy.

I never will be.

Harry, that is not true.

That's not true.

I'm not a complete bloody fool, Harry.

That's just not true.

I'm just me, Buffy. I'm just me.

Huh? Why don't you just drop your... I've fucking had enough?

I am walking to Saint John.

You want to come?

Harry don't be.

Don't be a fool.

Harry! Come back!

Harry!

It's 100 degrees out there.

Where's he gone?

He says he's walking to Saint John.

Is he gonna make it?

Don't know. He can always turn around and come back.

You like it?

Yeah, I do. It's, um.

The paint's a bit wet in the face.

You can have it.

Well uh.

Thank you.

I make such a mess of things.

Come with me.

There's something we have to do.

What about Harry?

He'll be okay.

Where are we going?

They are my army of spirits.

They make it happen.

Just breathe in and out.

Can you feel it?

Feel the energy.

We become as one.

This is forever.

Hopi Indians say the world's gonna end.

I believe it's coming real soon.

I don't want you to die.

I made this place for two.

There's got to be kids for afterwards.

You coming here?

This isn't an accident.

You were drawn here.

Buffy feels uncomfortable, but she can see beyond the madness,

his beauty and his hunger for her.

All this here is to keep you safe.

A few reminders, boy, that she has two kids in L.A.

and Harry, the husband she may like to keep.

I'm offering to save your life.

Buffy gets really scared.

Don't go. Please don't leave me.

Please. Says, boy, you're such a goddamn stupid bitch.

You don't understand anything.

Buffy panics.

Fucking wimps.

Get in.

Harry get in the truck.

Pig bastard.

Get off me, get off me.

Leave me alone.

Son of a bitch.

A real hero aren’t you?

No. No.

It's water. Open your fucking mouth.

Harry. Harry.

Oh, God.

I could have made it.

The only thing you'd have made was an early grave.

He was on the wrong track.

There's not a house in 50 miles.

Oh! You liar!

You fucking liar!

You bastard!

Easy, now.

Easy. What?

What?

Stay down there!

Get the water out of the truck.

Oh, God.

What are you doing.

Dawg?

He's got too much sun. Make him crazy for a while.

No, no,you can't do that.

He'll be okay. Don't worry about it.

You say, dawg, you say you watch him.

Come on in the house.

In the house.

Oh. No.

Rats sizzle in the pan.

Boy slams a plate in front of Buffy.

She says she's not hungry.

Eat, boy says I went through a lot of trouble to shoot these.

Buffy says again, she's not hungry.

Do as I say, eat.

Buffy tries, does not make it, and vomits the red meat.

Oh. Uh.

Oh.

All right, Harry, I hear you, Harry.

You hear me?

Let me out of here, you moron!

Shut up, you fucking mule!

Stop it!

You're annoying the piss out of me!

Now just stand back and shut the fuck up!

You hear me?

He's making me real mad.

Get back!

Are you coming?

Come on.

Come on, come on quikly.

Come on.

Come on.

Come on.

Look.

Come on, come on, come on.

Where are we going.

This way.

Why?

Harry, I think there's somebody out there.

You can't stay here.

This whole area is contaminated.

Come on.

You're under arrest.

Come on. I ain't got time for games.

I...

Got fucking plutonium flakes in my hair.

Dawg.

Come on. In the back of the truck.

You first.

I trusted you.

Boy and Buffy. Sit at the kitchen table.

Harry stands a kangaroo court.

Boy accuses Harry.

You kidnaped her.

You took her because you're jealous of us.

Because we touch souls.

Harry is flabbergasted.

Buffy says she wanted to go with Harry.

Dispassionate as a judge, boy scribbles in his notebook.

He accuses Harry of stealing the pickup.

I find you guilty.

I will now consider your punishment.

It could have been so right.

I'd wanted you for so long.

Buffy is moved.

She leads him towards the bedroom.

Boy reaches nervously for her.

Buffy stops him and asks if he will bring them to Saint John.

He nods.

Boy comes and weeps like an infant.

Buffy strokes his head.

He's going to take us out of here.

When?

Now.

Okay. Let's go.

You can go.

Your car is coming.

What are you talking about?

Where?

You take us out of here right now, you little shit!

Don't you touch me!

Harry! Stop it! No! No!

I'll kill you.

Oh no Hurry! Use the axe.

You've killed my dog!

Get up!

You're bleeding bad.

Stay!

Oh, God.

You've just split my head open.

I'm sorry.

Let me help you.

Stay.

I never wanted to kill a man before.

No, no! Please. Please. Please.

No! No!

Please don't!

Oh, Jesus.

No, no.

It was a fight.

He had a gun, I didn't.

Shut the fuck up!

Bring him in the house.

Pretty bad, huh?

I'm gone man.

I'm gone.

I want the woman.

It's all getting dark.

Hold my hand.

I'm going. I know it.

Give a boy his last wish.

Unbutton your blouse.

Unbutton your blouse.

Yeah.

The boys dead.

My wife.

Look, I think we better get the police.

Who wants to call a cop?

I guess we better go to the sheriff's office.

What about these two?

Get in your car.

Go!

Are you okay?

No.

Are you.