All language subtitles for DEAD MAN 2024

[Snoring]

[Whistle Blowing]

[Snoring]

[Snoring]

[Snoring Continues]

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?

- Cleveland.
- Cleveland.

- Lake Erie.
- Erie.

Do you have any parents
back in, uh, Erie?

They passed on recently.

And, uh,

do you have a wife...

in Erie?

No.

- A fiancée?
- 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,

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...

Oh.

Assuring me
of a job there.

Is that so?

- Yes. I'm an accountant.
- [Indistinct Noise]

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 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.
- [Gunfire]

Look. They're
shooting buffalo.

Government says...

killed a million of 'em
last year alone.

[Whistle Blowing]

[Whistle Blows Twice]

[Braying]

[Lowing]

[Squeals]

[Hammering]

[Hammering Continues]

[Machinery Running]

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 doin' here?

Well, uh, I have here
this letter...

which confirms
my position here.

Well, this letter
is postmarked two months ago.

Makes you about
a month late.

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

I'm sorry. I think
there's been some mistake.

- Look, Mr. Black,
- Blake.

I'm a very busy man, and Mr. Dickinson
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 parent's funeral
just to get here.

Listen, Mr. Black,
I've got a lot of work to do here,

and this ain't
my business.

I'd like to speak
to Mr. Dickinson.

[Men Laughing]

[Laughing Continues]

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 then!

Well, I will.

[Men Laughing]

Hello?

Mr. Dickinson?

Who the hell are you?

And where did you get
that goddamn clown suit? Cleveland?

Well, actually, yes, sir.

I did, uh, get it
in Cleveland.

What the hell are you
doin' in my office?

Well, I-I-I came
to talk about my job.

The only job you're gonna get in here
is pushin' up daisies from a pine box.

Now get out.

Thank you
very much, sir.

Back to work,
Mr. Olafsen.

[Blake]
Excuse me.

[Piano]

Excuse me.

Sorry.

Pardon me, sir.

Could I get
a bottle, please?

[Footsteps,
Door Swinging Open]

We liked you better
when you was a whore.

[Woman]
Jackass.

Shit!

[Sighing]

Why don't you just
paint my portrait?

I'm sorry.

- Let me help here. One.
- This one's no good. No, it's ruined.

- Two.
- It's no good.

- [Sighing]
- Oh, here. Oh!

Watch yourself.

- You okay? You all right?
- Yeah.

Here. Have a drink.
Would you like a drink?

Thanks.

I'm sorry.

Would you mind walking me
away from here?

- S-Sure. Sure.
- Yeah?

Ill just get
my suitcase.

- It's that way.
- All right.

- Oh, shit.
- [Distant Barking]

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

- I was gonna say something, but I
don't wanna cause any trouble.
- No, I think it's best.

That's my room.

Wasn't... expecting
any visitor.

- 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'd put
a drop of perfume...

French perfume...

in each one.

What does it
smell like?

- Paper.
- Well, it is paper.

[Woman] Hey, Bill.
You got any tobacco anywhere?

- No, I don't smoke.
- Damn.

Ow!

Oh, watch it.
It's loaded.

Why do you
have this?

'Cause this is America.

Charlie.

You know, 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...

Well, it's a present.

A present?

Well, I, uh...

I'm... I'm goin'.

And, uh,

I'm... I'm sorry, Thel,

for, uh,

for intrudin'.

Well, I never really
loved you anyway.

No, Charlie.

- I never stopped lovin' you, Thel.
- Don't!

[Gasps]

Thel.

[Grunting]

[Grunts]

[Neighing]

[Horse Trotting]

[Grunting]

[Muttering]

[Gasping]

[Grunts]

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 fucking white man.
[Chuckles]

Do you have any tobacco?

I don't smoke.

[Speaking Dialect]

[Dialect Continues]

Hey, Wilson,
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.

- [Grunts]
- Ahh! [Chuckles]

Mr. John Dickinson.
[Clears Throat]

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 Russel,

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.

Hell, only, a pinto ain't
rightly a horse to fret much
about, if the truth be told.

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 heard tell
you killed 14 men.

I doubt you've seen
that many years,

and I ain't even gonna tell you
what I really think of you.

- I always work alone.
- Uh, excuse me there, Mr. Dickinson,

but, uh, rightly I, I never
have worked with anyone else either.

- I never have.
- Uh, yeah, m-me neither.

Shut up!

My boy Charlie is dead!

Oh, I ain't askin' this time.
I'm tellin',

and if somebody don't
like it, I'm prepared to do
a little killin' of my own.

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

Well, why don't we just
say there, Mr. Dickinson, sir,

I think we oughta start
uh, fresh in the mornin'.

I mean, it's
well after noon 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 a-hirin' you boys
on an exclusive basis,

and I'm willin' to pay more money
than you've ever seen before.

Boys,

the hunt is on.

[Singing]

[Singing Continues]

[Grunting]

Stupid fucking
white man.

[Singing]

[Singing Continues]

I want this out
over the wires.

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

Notify every marshal, deputy
and possum-skinnin' 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.

[Indistinct]

Got his heart so set on one.
Buy yourself a sorrel horse...

and paint some white spots on him
as far as I'm concerned.

Jesus Christ.

Course, ya can't put much stock
in a man who spends the most
part of a conversation...

talkin' to a bear.

Talkin'
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 lookin' 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.
- [Horse Neighing]

Then you are a dead man.

I'm sorry. I d...
I don't understand.

Is your name really
William Blake?

Yes.

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.

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.

Makin' biscuits, Mommy.

[Muttering]

Sweetheart.

You didn't touch it,
did you?

- Huh?
- No.

- You swear to me.
- I swear.

[Indistinct]

Swear to me you're
tellin' the truth.

Yes, I swear I'm
tellin' the truth.

Not a goddamn word
to no one, ever.

You understand?

Don't ever ask me
no questions.

Where are we?

You are being followed,
William Blake.

Are you sure?
I mean, how do you know?

Often the evil stench
of white man 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.

[Twill]
Ever wish you were the moon?

Geez, my Henry's cold.

Aw, come on!

My britches been open
like that how long?

Only been ridin' a couple
of days together, but Jesus,

one of you fellas could've
mentioned the fact that...

Unsaddle
your goddamn horses.

Unsaddle
your goddamn horse.

Go on.

- [Chuckling] Geez.
- An Injun dug this fire pit.

Oh.

Oh, an Indian.
[Indistinct]

We ain't trackin' no goddamn
Injuns, Cole. I mean, uh,

hell, Dickinson didn't say nothin'
about trackin' no goddamn Injuns.

I mean, the boy's name
is William Blake.

You know a lotta Indians, do ya,
named William Blake? I mean,
"Howdy, Chief Billy..."

D'you hear somethin'?

Huh?

- Did ya?
- No. No.

I guess it was nothin'.

You know about Wilson?

- What?
- Do you know about Cole Wilson?

What kinda question is that?
'Course I know about Cole Wilson.

Everybody knows about him.
He's a livin' legend.

Fucked his parents.

- He what?
- He fucked his parents.

- Both of 'em?
- Yeah.

Mother. Father. Parents.
Both of 'em. Fucked 'em.

Oh.

And you know
what I heard?

After he killed 'em,
he cooked 'em up and ate 'em.

Are you telling me
he killed both his pa...

I'm tellin' you
he killed 'em. He fucked 'em.
He cooked 'em up. He ate 'em.

He ain't got a goddamn conscience.
You understand what I'm sayin'?

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

[Horse
Nickering]

Course, someone
your age, Jesus,

if you was
to put one in him...

"Johnny 'The Kid' Pickett
Slays Cole 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 Exaybachay:

He Who Talks Loud,
Saying Nothing.

He Who Talks...

I thought you said
your name was Nobody.

I prefer
to be called Nobody.

[Blake]
Nobody?

Um, shouldn't you be
with your own tribe or somethin'?

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.

- [Neighing]
- 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.

"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 ya glad the sun
kind of sets? Prepares you like?

I mean, what if it, like, went
out sudden, like, say, blowin'
out a candle or somethin'?

I mean... You know, one minute
we're ridin' along, we can
see everything and each other...

and, boom, the next minute is just...
you're in total darkness.

That'd scare
the bejesus outta me.

[Man] Once upon a time,
there were three bears in the forest.

A big bear,
a medium mommy bear...

and a tiny
little baby bear.

One mornin', they were gonna eat
their breakfast porridge.

They had a big bowl,
a medium bowl and a tiny little bowl.

That porridge was too hot.

Stupid white man.

- So they went to take a walk.
- William Blake, you go to them.

- Along came this girl. She was...
- What?

Alone? Why don't we
just go around them?

No!

You go.

[Nobody]
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.

She got sleepy, and she
went into their bedroom.

- There was a big bed, a medium
bed and a tiny little bed.
- All right.

- I'll go.
...their tiny bed.

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

The bears got home.
Papa said,

"Somebody here ate
all our porridge."

- What's the best way to get down there?
- Be quiet and go.

- And he scalped her,
- All right.

And he tore her head
off her body.

And he took that golden hair,
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
somethin' 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.

Well, that's terrible.

- It's horrible.
- 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?

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.

These beans is shit.

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

Them, uh... 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 outta the Good Book, would you?

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 the wild beasts of the earth."

[Together]
Amen.

- What's a Philistine?
- Well, it's just a real dirty person.

[Plates Clattering,
Men Scuffling]

Hello.

I smelled beans.

Who are you
travelin' with?

I'm with Nobody.

Where you headed?

I don't know.

- Do you like beans?
- I...

I love beans.
[Chuckles]

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.
- 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 kinda 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.
- Hmm.

- Feel that.
- I'd rather not.

Aw, go on.

- Hmm.
- That... That is a very,
very sharp knife, that is.

- Mm-hmm. Mm-hmm.
- Yeah. Yeah.

- [Chuckles]
- What do you call it?

- Pretty.
- I'm sorry?

That hat.
What do you call it?

I'm really not sure.

Ah, your hair.
Your hair is soft.

It's like a girl's.

By 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 durn thing
you can do with it.
- Hm.

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

Just lucky, I guess.

[Men]
Lucky. Yeah.

Oh, yeah.

Goddamn 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, goddamn it.

- Really? This one's mine!
- That's right.

- 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.

Fine. What happens
if I just shoot you then, eh?

- What do you think about that?
- You gonna shoot me?

- That's right.
- Well, why don't you shoot me
then, goddamn it?

- I will. I'll shoot you right now.
- Come on. Shoot me.

- I will.
- Well, quit talkin' about it
and do it, by God.

I will.

[Screaming,
Horse Shrieks]

- There you go.
- Good God, I'm hit! Lord have mercy!

Burns like hell fire!
You son of a bitch.

I'm gonna have
to kill somebody now.

[Horses Neighing]

Well, goddamn it,
I guess nobody gets you.

- [Bearded Man] What the hell?
- Nobody.

[Screaming,
Horses Neighing]

[Stammering]
Oh, Jesus's bears and squirrels.

[Man In Dress]
I cooked, I cleaned, and I sewed,

and I have
a right to get...

- Yee!
- [Yelling]

Hootka.

[Chanting]

That's me.

Wanted.

"The brutal murders of one Thel Russell
and one Charles Ludlow Dickinson."

I didn't kill Thel.

I didn't kill Thel.

Your actions
are useless.

This is complete fabrication.
There can't be...

You cannot stop the clouds
by the building of a 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.

[Speaking Dialect]
William Blake.

I guess the best advice
just not to take any damn advice.

Whoa, whoa, whoa,
whoa, whoa, whoa.

What the hell...

is that?

What's that say?

Read it.

- "Wanted: William Blake."
- Huh?

"In the amount of $500."

Shit.

Hell, ain't we about more fucked
than a whore at closin' time, huh?

Thanks to goddamn
Mr. Dickinson, huh?

I'll tell you what
that there says, huh?

It says some
pelt-wearin' trapper,

some stinkin' bean-suckin'
possum skinner, he's gonna
collect that reward money.

Make you feel good?
Huh?

- Goddamn pelt skinner.
- I'll be damn.

Five hundred dollars.
I don't understand.

I thought we was hired exclusive.
I mean, he paid us in gold in advance.

I'm out here... I'm out here
in the middle of shits creek...

with two local lunatics.

One who don't
say nothin'...

[Laughing Crazily] And the other one,
he won't never stop yappin'!

- [Wheezing Laughter]
- You gonna shed tears for us?

I wouldn't do that
if I were you.

- And why not?
- Because it ain't good for your health.

Fuck you.

- Fuck me?
- [Gasps]

Fuck you.

Goddamn it.

Jesus, Cole.

He's just a kid.

He's a Navajo mud toy now.

Yeah.

[Speaking Dialect]

Aho.

I have just ingested...

the food of the Great Spirit...

and Father Peyote.

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

It's not for use
even for William Blake.

Flowers 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 its loving ways.

[Singing Quietly]

What?

What are you lookin' at?

[Chuckles]
William Blake.

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

[Sighs]
I don't know anything about poetry.

Oh, you're so modest.

Listen...

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.

Very strange.

May the Great Spirit
watch over you, William Blake.

Nobody?

Nobody?

Nobody?

Nobody?

[Bird Cawing]

- Hey, Marvin.
- What?

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

this murderin'
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 got the damn
telegram on you. Take it out and look.

That's right. Yeah, I got it here.
I'll check it.

Maybe I been thinkin'
of them wanted posters.

Lee! It's him!

You William Blake?

Yes, I am.

Do you know my poetry?

[Rifle Shot]

[Sniffing,
Shuddering]

Some are born
to endless night.

Well, Rome weren't built
in a day, Cole.

Course, uh, I wasn't
overseein' that particular job.

Fresh kill.

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

This, uh, some kind
of telegram or somethin'?

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.

Tell you one thing. If, uh, that there
Blake fella keeps on shootin' marshals,

I'll wind up
likin' the bastard.

Looks like a goddamn
religious icon.

[Scraping Foot]

[Twill] Anyhow, gettin back
to the beginning of the story,

my granddaddy come over
from Scotland, you see.

He was actually part of
the Mactwill clan.

Uh, the, uh, clan tartan
was 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 'bout 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?

[Gunshot]

[Crunching]

[Bird Calling]

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

- I insist on speaking
with Mr. Dickinson.
- [Rustling]

[Twig Snapping]

[Horse Whinnying,
Nickering]

Goddamn redskins.

[Whinnying]

[Indistinct Noise]

[Grunting]

[Grunting,
Moaning]

[Moaning,
Growling]

Oh!

[Click]

- Nobody?
- William Blake.

[Laughing]

[Woman
Speaking Dialect]

[Speaking Dialect]

- She's upset.
- [Scolding Continues]

- [Nobody Shouting]
- [Abrupt Reply]

- [Speaking Dialect]
- She's beautiful.

[Nobody Speaking
Dialect]

- She didn't mean to call you that.
- Huh?

But you sure interrupted
a very romantic moment, William Blake.

Oh. I'm sorry.

You stay here 'til I return.
[Shouting]

[Shouting]

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 'em.

- You traded them?
- Do you have any tobacco?

No. I traded it.

- For what?
- I'm not telling.

- Liar.
- Thief.

[Singing]

I don't care if you were
married 16 times

I still love you

Yo-ho yo-ho-yo

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?

Smallpox,
consumption.

Blankets are infected.

It spreads
through the villages.

I see you have acquired
a new weapon.

Hmm? 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 man.

We need a canoe.

Water.

"The brutal murders of Charles Dickinson
and fiancée, Thel Russell.

Also the murders of
the following territorial marshals...

[Mumbling]
...deputy... Big George Drakoulious,

Benmont Tench
and one Salvatore Sally Jenko."

- It's not bad.
- Huh?

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

Well, I want you
to have it.

- It's a present.
- Aho.

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.

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...

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.

Hootka.

[Sighs]
I'm tired.

I'll free the horses.

I see you collected
some more white man's metal.

Yes. I seem to be
a magnet for it.

Ohh, man.

Good day for
a canoe ride.

[Pinto Whinnying]

Nobody?

Is this the boat...

that'll take me across
the mirror of water?

No.

This boat's not strong enough,
William Blake.

[Chanting]

William Blake
is a legend now

He's a good friend
of mine

[Singing Quietly]

[Shouts Greeting
In Makah]

[Speaking Makah]

[Speaking Makah]

Stand up,
William Blake.

William Blake.

Ah.

Walk proudly,
William Blake.

That man there?
I know him.

He's a great builder
of sea canoes.

[Speaking Makah]

Hello.

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.

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.

Found some tobacco.

The tobacco
is for your voyage,

William Blake.

Nobody.

I don't smoke.

Aho, William Blake.