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Little Big Man Script




I am, beyond a doubt,

the last of the old-timers.



My name is Jack Crabb,...



...and I am the sole white survivor

of the Battle of Little Bighorn,...



...popularly known

as Custer's Last Stand.



Well, Mr Crabb,...



...I'm more interested in the primitive

lifestyle of the Plains Indian...



...than I am in...



...tall tales about Custer.



Tall tales?



Are you calling me a liar?



No, no. It's just that...



I'm interested in the way of life

of the Indian,...



...rather than, shall we say,




You think the Battle of Little Bighorn

was an adventure?



Little Bighorn was not




...of encounters between

whites and Indians, Mr Crabb.



You see, the near genocide

of the Indian...



- The near what?

- Near genocide.



It means...






The killing off of an entire people.



That's practically

what we did to the Indian.



But, of course, I wouldn't expect

an old Indian fighter, like you,...


            agree with me.



- Turn that thing on.

- Pardon?



I said, turn that thing on

and shut up.



You sit there

and you'll learn something.



I knowed General

George Armstrong Custer...



...for what he was,...



...and I also knowed the Indians

for what they was.



    years ago,...



...when I was ten years old,...



in crossing the Great Plains,...



...was wiped out...


            a band of wild Indians.



Everybody was killed or drug off

by them murdering varmints...



...except me

and my sister Caroline.



Bye, Jack. I'll see you in heaven.



Goodbye, Caroline.



We didn't know

the difference then,...



...but it was a band of Pawnee

what attacked us.



I ain't had no use

for Pawnee ever since.



But this one wasn't a Pawnee.

He was a Cheyenne brave.



I later got to know him well.



His name was

Shadow That Comes In Sight.



At first sight of an Indian camp,...



...what you think is: "I see

their dump. Where's the camp?"



He brought us to their chief.



His name was Old Lodge Skins,

who later become my granddaddy.



What do they want, Caroline?



It's as plain as day

what they want, Jack.









To show good manners,

Old Lodge Skins smoked...



...with our oldest male survivor.



They didn't know I was a woman.



That explains why

they didn't rape me right off.



I don't think

they're going to bother you.



No such luck, Jack.



They'll get me tonight, for sure.



Poor Caroline never did have

no luck with men.



I reckon she figured

we both couldn't get away...



...and she'd send help

to rescue me.



The next morning, I found myself

in that Indian camp all alone.



But the Cheyenne, who call

themselves the Human Beings,...



...had no idea to hurt me.



I was an honoured guest and

they gave me a treat. Boiled dog.



Dog ain't bad, neither.

Greasy, I'll admit,...



...but you'd be surprised

how delicate the flavour is,...



...especially when you're starving.



You see, the Human Beings

adopted me as one of their own.



Shadow That Comes In Sight

taught me the bow and arrow...



...and how to stalk game.



Burns Red In The Sun showed me how

to protect my pale skin from sunburn.



It's little known that some Indians,

like Burns Red,...



...will sunburn their own selves.



But my real teacher was my adopted

grandpa, Old Lodge Skins.



He taught me to read a trail, Cheyenne

language and lots of other things.



For a boy,

it was a kind of paradise.



I wasn't just playing Indian,

I was living Indian.



Only one thing bothered me:...



...I was small for my years.

In fact, darn near a runt.



The Pawnee stole seven ponies.

There's going to be a war party.



But you can't go. You're too little

and weak, like a girl.



Run away now or I'll kick you.



The Indians had never heard of

fist fighting, and it amazed them.



How did you do that?



I'm sorry, Younger Bear.

I didn't mean to hurt you.



The Indian way: never feel sorry

about beating an enemy...



...unless, having conquered his body,

you want his spirit as well.



I had made the first real enemy

of my life.



There once was a Human Being,

and he was very small.



But he won a name: Little Man.



You've heard of him?



No, Grandfather.



He went on a war party

against the Pawnees.



But the Pawnees were many.



One by one, the Human Beings

were rubbed out.



Little Man was very brave.



The Pawnees called out to him,...



..."If you will quit fighting,

we will let you go".



But Little Man answered,

"It's a good day to die".



Finally, they cut off his head,...



...but he kept fighting

without his head.



He rode among the Pawnees

like a whirlwind,...



...and his head,

which was stuck on a spear,...



...started to shout the war cry.



The Pawnees could take no more,...



...and they ran away.



When they looked back,

they saw the body of Little Man...



...lie down among his friends.



Little Man was small,...



...but his bravery was big.



The Human Beings don't require

a boy to be a warrior...



...if he ain't got the temperament,

and Little Horse didn't.



If he wanted to stay

with the women,...



...that was all right

with the Human Beings.



We will leave the ponies here.

You hold them.



No! I don't want to.

I want to go to the Pawnee camp.




You aren't even a Human Being.



You're white.



He didn't believe it himself.



Younger Bear was just trying

to hand me the worst possible insult.



Little White Man...



...fool poor Pawnee.



Big fooling. You want to eat?



Pawnees was always

sucking up to whites.



Little White Man not mad, huh?



See? Pawnee friend.



Fix this bad Indian

for Little White Man.



I always felt kind of bad

about that poor Pawnee.



I didn't mean to kill him.



I just meant to distract him.



I had made a real enemy

of Younger Bear.



I give you these ponies,

but... I owe you a life.



Saving his life was

the final insult.



This boy is no longer a boy.



He is a brave. He is little in body,

but his heart is big.



His name shall be Little Big Man.



I don't understand it. Why would

they kill women and children?



Because they are strange.



They do not seem to know

where the centre of the earth is.



We must have a war on these cowards

and teach them a lesson.



This will be the first time, my son,

I face the whites as an enemy.



I don't know whether you remember

before you became a Human Being...



...and as dear a son to me...


            those I made with

Buffalo Wallow Woman and the others,...



...but I won't speak

of that unfortunate time.



I just want to say,...



...if you believe riding against

these white creatures is bad,...


            can stay out of the fight.



No one will think the worse.



Grandfather, I think

it's a good day to die.



My heart soars like a hawk.



I'm sorry to say that Old Lodge Skins'

war against the whites...



...was kind of pitiful.



Not that the Human Being

wasn't brave.



No warrior ever walked the earth

more brave than a Human Being.



But Old Lodge Skins' idea of war

was different from the whites'.



Half our party didn't use weapons.



They "took coup",

hit the enemy with a little stick.



Humiliate them.

That was how a Human Being...



...taught a coward a lesson

and won a war.






Repeating rifles

against bow and arrow.



I never understood how the whites

could be so proud of winning...



...with them kind of odds.



God bless George Washington!



Before I knowed it,

them words popped out.



God bless my mother!



You murdering fool!



Do I have to cut your throat

before you see I'm white?



- White?

- Sure I'm white.



Didn't I say, "God bless Washington

and my mother"?



What kind of Indian would say

a fool thing like that?



Lend me that to get off this paint.



The troopers took me

and turned me over...


            the Reverend Silas Pendrake,...



...for moral guidance

and a Christian upbringing.



- Can you drive a buggy, boy?

- Oh, yes, sir. I can do it.



You're a liar, boy.



If you was reared by the Indians,

how could you learn to drive a buggy?



We shall have to beat

the lying out of you.



Dear Jack.



Welcome to your new home.



Your travail is over,...



...enfolded now as you are

in Christian love.



Well, boy,

are you unable to converse?



- No, I'm glad to meet your daughter.

- You are addressing my wife.



Poor boy. Poor darling.



Think of the years of suffering,

deprivation and hardship...



...among those awful savages.



The boy's deprivation, my dear,

has been more spiritual than physical.



The Indians know nothing

of God and moral right.



They eat human flesh, fornicate,

adulterise, misogynise,...



...and commune constantly

with minions of the devil.



It must be our task...

nay, our Christian duty,...



- beat the misery out.

- Beat the poor boy?



- Not while there's breath in my body.

- I could have kissed her.



I didn't mean beat him literally.



I meant beat him symbolically.



Poor boy. He hasn't

even had a proper bath.



- I detect the odour of food.

- I shall wash this poor boy.



It's supper time.



It is my Christian duty to give

this boy an immediate, thorough bath.



- Take your clothes off.

- Off?



- Yes.

- All of them?



Every stitch. But I shall avert

my eyes at the necessary moment.



Bringing in the sheaves



Bringing in the sheaves



We shall come rejoicing



Bringing in the sheaves



Greatest bath I ever had in my life.



Shall we gather at the river?



The beautiful, the beautiful river?



You do realise, don't you,

dear Jack,...



...that the Reverend Pendrake

is not altogether wrong?



What? I mean, what, ma'am?



Well, Jesus is your saviour.



- You do realise that, don't you?

- Oh, Lordy. Yes, Mrs Pendrake.



Are you thinking of Jesus, Jack?



Yes'm. Yes, ma'am. Yes, ma'am.



- You mustn't fib to me.

- Oh, no.



I love Jesus and Moses

and all of them.



There's quite a difference.



Moses was a Hebrew,...



...but Jesus was a Gentile,

like you and me.



Ain't you done washing that boy yet?



I'm giving the child

religious instruction.



I want to eat.



Looks like a well-growed child,

if you ask me.



All right now, dear. Please stand up

and let me dry you off.



I shall avert my eyes, of course.



Now step out of the tub.




you are rather well-grown, Jack.



You're small, but... nice-looking.



Did you know that?



- No, ma'am.

- Well, you are.



All the more reason for you

to receive religious instruction.



The girls, I'm sure,

will all be after you.



- And, Jack...

- Ma'am?



That way lies madness.



What way, ma'am?



You'll understand these things

better when you're older.



The point is, my dear boy,

that we all must resist temptation.



Purity is its own reward.



Dear Jack...



Welcome to your new home.



Now dress...



...and come in to supper.



I went to school and learned all over

how to read and write and cipher.



It was strange at first,...



...but Mrs Pendrake tutored me

and I learned fast.



But there was one thing

I didn't know about...



...and that was a thing called sin.



I caught you at the gates of hell!



Boy, the hand of God

must smite the carcass of man.



It's worth it, dear Jack.



It's worth it a million times over

to be pure and good,...


            walk in the paths

of righteousness.



There's no happiness like it.



Do you believe me, Jack?

Do you believe me?



Yes, ma'am. I sure do.



Amazing grace...



So it was

I entered my religion period.



I was a great little hymn singer,

and I wasn't fooling.



I'd been saved.



I baptise you in the name of the

Father, the Son and the Holy Spirit.



O Lord, look down upon this poor boy

who lived among the heathen...



...and cleanse him of the corruption

of their foul, pagan ways...



...and make him white

again as the snow.



Let him be reborn

and repurified in thy name.



I baptise you in the name of the

Father, the Son and the Holy Spirit.






Mrs Pendrake was right

about temptation.



I'd have nothing to do

with them Jezebels.



I told her about my triumph

over temptation,...



...and we read the Bible

for about an hour to celebrate.



As the weeks went by, I fell more

and more in love with Mrs Pendrake...



...spiritually, of course.



I shall be off for my shopping.



The boy's doing so poor these days,

why not take him along and air him?



- He'd be bored with the shopping.

- No, I wouldn't, ma'am.



All right, then.

You come with me, Jack.



Good morning, Mr Kane.



This is Jack, my adopted son.



What's your pleasure, ma'am?



Well, let's see.



I think I shall have

a sassafras flip.



How about you, buster?



Oh. Yeah, I'll have the same.



Never mind for me.

I must do my shopping.



It would bore you terribly, Jack.

You stay here and have some cake.



- I'll take care of him, Mrs Pendrake.

- Thank you very much, Mr Kane.



That soda shop was something.



Especially that

elephant-head spigot.



I was playing with it

and enjoying myself.



Then, all of a sudden,

an awful feeling run through me.



Where had that fellow gone to?






Don't. No, don't.



Oh, yeah. No, don't...



Yeah, please. No, don't.



Pagan beast.






You devil. You filthy, dirty devil.






No, no... yeah, yeah, yeah.



No. Help! Help! Help. I'm dying.



She was calling him a devil

and moaning for help,...



...but I didn't get no idea

she wanted to be rescued.



That was the end

of my religion period.



I ain't sung a hymn in     years.



After starving a while,

I took up with a swindler,...


            of Allardyce T Meriweather.



After Mrs Pendrake, his honesty

was downright refreshing.



It is my mission

to pass on to you...



Meriweather was one

of the smartest men I ever knowed,...



...but he tended to lose

parts of himself.



When I joined him, his left hand

and his left ear were already gone.



We might see a miracle,

one I have witnessed before.



The power of this elixir

has been proven...









During my years with Meriweather,...



...he lost an eye

as a result of a fifth ace...



...dropping out his sleeve

in a poker game.



It didn't faze him, though.

Deception was his life's blood,...



...even if it caused him to get

whittled down kind of gradual like.



You're improving. You just can't seem

to get rid of that streak of honesty.



The one that ruined you

was that Indian, Old Tepee.



- You mean Old Lodge Skins?

- He gave you a vision...



...of moral order in the universe,

and there isn't any.



Those stars twinkle in a void,

dear boy,...



...and the two-legged creature schemes

and dreams beneath them, all in vain.



All in vain, Jack.



- You hear anything?

- Listen to me!



Men will believe anything,

the more preposterous the better.



Whales speak French

at the bottom of the sea.



The horses of Arabia

have silver wings.



Pygmies mate with elephants

in darkest Africa.



I have sold all those propositions.



Well, maybe we're all fools

and none of it matters.



You stay with Allardyce Meriweather,

and you'll wear silk.



I don't know as I want to wear silk.



My dear boy, what else can

a man of parts wear than silk?



Tar and feathers, I reckon.



All right. Sit right there.



Don't make no moves unless you want

a little daylight in your liver.



What, may I ask, brings you out

into the wilds at this hour, sir?



- That them?

- Yes.



I've seen this young one before.



- I've never been in this country.

- You look familiar, bub.



What's in there? Lye?



You can't expect me

to reveal its constituents.



Sir, please.

You're wasting precious medicine.



Seven folks are half-dead

because of this. What's in it?



Nothing harmful, I assure you.



- What?

- Mostly water.



Whiskey, a little pepper,

oil of cloves,...



...ginger root...



- What's that?

- What's what?



Oh, that. It's a dozen snake heads,

to give it strength.



All right, boys.



Got caught, Jack, that's all.



Life contains a particle of risk.



- You don't know when you're licked.

- Licked?



I'm not licked.

I'm tarred and feathered, that's all.



All right, boys.

I reckon they've been rode enough.



I know I seed you somewhere.



What's your name, son?



- Jack Crabb.

- Lord above!



I've tarred and feathered

my own brother!



It's wonderful, Jack.



I can give you something

you never had before,...



...and something I never had before,




...a real... family life.






You are back in the bosom

of your family, Jack.



OK, now you.



I don't know anything about guns.



I never even carried none.



Lord! What kind of upbringing

did them Indians give you?



Never carried no gun? Why,

a man ain't complete without a gun.



- Go snake-eyed.

- Do what?



Like this.



Like this.



All right.






Draw and shoot that bottle

before you touch the gun.



How can I draw and shoot the gun

before I touch it?



Concentrate. Try it.



Hot damn! Yeah.



Caroline was right.



It is possible to shoot a gun

before you touch it.



'Course, it takes

lightning reflexes,...



...and considerable

snake-eyed concentration.



Throw up three.



- Why, Hickok himself can't hit three.

- Throw up three.



Natural-born gunfighter.



So it was I entered

my gunfighter period.



You're crowding me.



I didn't see you. I'm sorry.



It's stupid of me

to take up all that room.



- Set me up with a soda pop.

- Yes, sir. Right away, kid.



The Soda Pop Kid,

that's what they called me.



Soda pop, he wants.



- Anything wrong with that, stranger?

- No, not a thing, friend.



In fact, I admire the style of you.



Might I ask who I are addressing?



I'm Wild Bill Hickok.



Well, I'm...



- I'm pleased to meet you.

- The pleasure's mutual, friend.



Bring your soda pop over here

and sit for a while.



I can break three bottles

throwed in the air.



That's shooting.



How many men have you...



...gunned down?



I don't rightly recollect.

How many have you?



Oh, about...



...two dozen.



- That a fact?

- No, it wasn't a fact at all.



During my gunfighter period,

I was an awful liar.



I wouldn't have estimated

your total that high.



No offence intended, but you don't

have the look of murder in your eye.



Like that buzzard over there.



Him? Well, he's just a common drunk.



What are you so nervous about?



Getting shot.



I got a full house!

I got a... full house.



Now you've got me doing it.






Hold the fort a while, old horse,

while I get another bottle.



Did you know the man, Bill?



Never saw the gent before.



Mr Hickok, that man is really dead.



Got him through the lungs

and heart, both.



Selling your gunfighter outfit?



Turning in your gun?



- Well, sorry, Caroline.

- There ain't nothing more useless...



...than a gunfighter

who can't shoot people.






There went the bosom of my family.



Having tried religion, snake-oil

and gunfighting unsuccessfully,...



...I took a partner,

become a respectable storekeeper,...



...and married Olga, a Swedish girl

who couldn't hardly speak no English.



Preserve the moment.






Olga, shall I carry you

over the threshold?






- It's a custom.

- Ja?



Well, it ain't much now, Olga, but

me and my partner, we got big plans.



Free enterprise and honest sweat.



Ja. Ja.



I don't understand this bill.

Looks like I'm being charged twice.



Ja, the bills of the store.



There must be an error. Jack

Applebound wouldn't do that to me.



Jack, enough the bills.

Come and get some rest.



I must be making a mistake.



Jack, the rest, the body.

You needs it.






Maybe I do.






Olga. Olga, come on.

We'll get out of this somehow.



One little thing about my new

business partner: he was a thief.



...   cents for this glorious

musical instrument.



Look at this beautiful instrument.

Who will take it?



- That is a pathetic scene.

- Yes, sir.



A ruined and desolate family

wiped out by economic misfortune.



I find it touching.



I'll never forget the first time...



...I set eyes

on General George Armstrong Custer.



Ruined! That's what we used to have.




Do you have another trade?



Well, General, I... Not exactly.



Then take my advice. Go west.






- My wife is scared of Indians.

- You have nothing to fear.



I give you my personal guarantee.



Olga! Olga!



- Hit him! Hit him!

- Sorry, brother.



I think we're going to get away.



- Let me at him! I've got a gun here.

- We must be civilised.



"And it came to pass after

the plague that the Lord spake"...



Grab the reins! Grab the reins!



- Give it! Give me that shotgun.

- No, it's mine!



Get back.



I'll protect you.






I covered most of three states...



...and hundreds of square miles

looking for Olga, with no luck at all.



- Hey, Crabb.

- Whiskey, whiskey...



For a drink of whiskey,

they'll give you a squaw.



Sure save you a lot of looking.



I looked everywhere for my wife

but couldn't find her.



Finally, I had to go deeper

into Cheyenne country.



I didn't figure for me

it was dangerous,...



...speaking Cheyenne and having

once been a Human Being myself.



- Kill him.

- I didn't steal, brother.



Why do you call me "brother"?



Don't. I am not your brother.

I am a Human Being.



I suppose you will say you have

never heard of Little Big Man.



Little Big Man was my brother,...



...but you're not him.



He was killed

after rubbing out many bluecoats.



Did you see the body?



No, he turned into a swallow

and flew away.



- Let's kill him.

- Shadow! You were shot.



I put you on a pony.

I saved you.



Dirt On The Nose, do you still have

the pony I gave you?



No. The Pawnee stole him when

we camped at the Old Woman Butte...



...five snows ago.



It is true there is a thing here

I do not understand.



There is a pain between my ears.



My son, to see you again

causes my heart to soar like a hawk.



Sit here beside me.




I brought you this present.



Is this the hat I used to own,...



...except grown softer of skin

and fatter?



No, grandfather, it's another.



We must smoke to your return.



I saw you in a dream.



You were drinking from a spring that

came from the long nose of an animal.



I did not recognise the animal.



Alongside his nose,

he grew two horns,...



...and the water that gushed

from his nose was full of air.



I can't explain it,

but he was talking...



...about that elephant-head spigot

in the soda shop.



This wasn't the only time Old Lodge

Skins had dreams that turned out true.



Don't be angry, my son, with

Burns Red, Shadow and the others.



They had many a bad experience

with the white man last year.



I have thought and talked

and smoked on this matter,...



...and my decision is...



Little Big Man has returned.



It was quite a homecoming.



Little Big Man.



It was Little Horse, the boy

who didn't want to fight the Pawnee.



Don't you remember me?



This hurts me in my heart.



I think I'll cry.



He'd become a heemaneh,

for which there ain't no English word.



And he was a good one, too.



The Human Beings

thought a lot of him.



- Hello, Younger Bear.

- Goodbye.



It was the boy whose life I'd saved,

to his mortal embarrassment.



Did you catch the rabbits

on your hunting trip?






Then don't give them

to Buffalo Wallow Woman.



You see, Younger Bear

had become a contrary,...



...the most dangerous

of all Cheyenne warriors...



...because the way they live

drives them half-crazy.



Except for battle, a contrary

does everything backwards.



He says "goodbye" for "hello",

"yes" for "no",...



...walks through bushes

instead of on trails,...



...and washes with dirt

and dries with water.



I thought you were dead.



Why have you come back

when nobody wants to see you?



You mustn't speak to Little Big Man

like that. You owe him a life.



I'm glad I said it. Hello.



That was supposed to mean

he was sorry he said it, goodbye.



But that warrior wasn't sorry.

He hated me still.



Grandfather, I have a white wife.



You do?



That's interesting.



Does she cook and work hard?



Oh, yes, Grandfather.



That surprises me.



Does she show pleasant enthusiasm

when you mount her?



Well, sure, Grandfather.



That surprises me even more.



I tried one of them once,...



...but she didn't show

any enthusiasm at all.



Well, Grandfather,

all the whites aren't crazy.



I'm glad to hear that, my son.



- I thought they were.

- Oh, no.



I know of one who is as brave

as any Human Being.



I'd like to meet this man

and smoke with him.



What is he called?



He's called General Custer.



General Custer.



- What does the name mean, my son?

- Well, it means...



- ..."long hair".

- Good name. How did he win it?



He won it in the war of the whites

to free the black men.



Oh, yes.



The black white men.



I know of them.



It is said a black white man

once became a Human Being.



But mostly,

they are strange creatures.



Not as ugly as the white, true,...



...but they're just as crazy.



Don't worry, my son.

You'll return to the Human Beings.



I dreamed it last night.



I saw you and your wives...


            you crawled from one

to the other in your tepee.



- Wives, Grandfather?

- Oh, yes. Three or four.



It was dark, and they were hidden

under buffalo robes.



But it was a great copulation,

my son.



The Human Beings

only take one wife.



How could I have three or four?



I don't know. It worries me.



I was sure I'd never see him again.



Sir! I expect being a scout is

the best way to find my wife, General.



She was captured

when we went west, like you advised.



I advised? Impossible.

I've never set eyes on you.



You wouldn't remember me, sir.



Furthermore, you don't look

like a scout to me. Not a bit.



A scout has a certain appearance.

Kit Carson, for example.



But you don't have it.

You look like...



- ...a mule skinner.

- I know nothing about mules.



I can tell the occupation of a man

by looking at him.



Notice the bandy legs,

the strong arms.



This man has spent years with mules.



- Isn't that correct?

- Well, I...



Yes, sir.



- Hire the mule skinner!

- Yes, sir.



Over here! Come on!



I wouldn't want my wife back

from Indians.



Kindest thing,

a bullet in the brain.



Well, I don't agree,

and I want my wife back.



Well, one of the Pawnee

located a band of the vermin...



...camped down the river.



We ride in the morning!



Is there any white women with them?



My advice to you is to get yourself

a little revenge on them bucks.



All right. Spare the females

and children, if possible.



Let's go.



Hey! No!






He said spare the women

and children! Give me that!



Let go of my rifle.



You son of a bitch!



You bastard!



I'll kill you.



It was downright discouraging.



If it wasn't Indians

trying to kill me for a white,...


            was whites

trying to kill me for an Indian.



It made me sick. Pawnee scouts

and soldiers was killing everything.



Shadow! Brother, let's talk.






I just took care of him.

I'm saving you for the hanging.



There is no describing how I felt.



An enemy had saved my life...


            the violent murder

of one of my best friends.



The world was too ridiculous

even to bother to live in it.



That was why Shadow was there and

that was why he'd fought so hard.



I sat and watched that baby

come into this world.



Except for breathing,

that woman made no sound.



If woman she was.

She didn't look more than a girl.



I couldn't take my eyes

off of that girl and her baby.



All right, let's get the hell out.

Let the Pawnee clean up.



Now, you listen to me.

If you are kin to Shadow,...



...then you know of Little Big Man.



I was a friend of the Human Beings

until they stole my wife.



Are you Shadow's wife?



His daughter?



Where's your husband?






- What's your name?

- Sunshine.



I'm going to take you with me...



...and trade you for my wife.



Near them bushes, Younger.



They're gone. Nobody here.

Let's get the hell out.



Wait here.



Hello, Grandfather.



Greetings, my son.



Do you want to eat?






What happened to your neck?



It's a wound.



It cut the tunnel through which

light travels to the heart.



You're... You mean you're blind?



Oh, no.



My eyes still see.



But my heart no longer receives it.



How did it happen?



White men.



- Where's Buffalo Wallow Woman?

- Rubbed out.



And White Elk Woman, too,

and Dirt On The Nose, and High Wolf.



- And many others.

- And Burns Red?






- Burns Red In The Sun?

- Rubbed out.



His wife,...



...his children.



- And many more.

- Do you hate them?



Do you hate the white men now?



Do you see this fine thing?



Do you admire the humanity of it?



Because the Human Beings, my son,...



...they believe everything is alive.



Not only man and animals,...



...but also water, earth, stone.



And also the things from them,...


            that hair.



The man from whom this hair came,...



...he's bald on the other side,...



...because I now own his scalp.



That is the way things are.



But the white men,...



...they believe

everything is dead:...



...stone, earth, animals,...



...and people,

even their own people.



If things keep trying to live,

white men will rub them out.



That is the difference.



You will stay with us,...





A year later, I was still with them.



After wandering all over

in constant danger of being killed...


            white settlers

or white soldiers,...



...we come to a place knowed

as the Indian Nations.



It was a tract of land

by the Washita River...



...that had been give for ever

to the Indians...


            the Congress and

the President of the United States.



We was safe there.



This was Indian land...


            long as grass grow

and wind blow and the sky is blue.



Your new son's kicking a lot today.



I think he wants to come out

and see his father.



Tell him to wait

until I finish my dinner.



I'll tell him, but I don't think

he's going to wait much longer.



It's good I have a strong, brave

husband who brings in so much food.



My strong husband brings

in much more than we need.



There are many Human Beings here,

many bands from many places.



But it's sad. Many husbands have

been rubbed out by the white man.



So women sleep alone and cry.



Be quiet now. I'm digesting.



Yes, but I think my sisters

are here.



Your what?



My sisters. Digging Bear, Little Elk

and Corn Woman. I think they're here.



What do you mean,

you "think" they're here?



I believe they are. You bring in

much more food than we need.



It is very sad. They have

no husbands and they cry.



That's too bad. I'm sorry.



Digging Bear had a baby and lost it,

and so did Corn Woman.



- But Little Elk had no baby at all.

- What do you want me to do about it?



I knew you'd understand.



It was Old Lodge Skins' dream,

trying to come true.



I was determined

to stay out of them buffalo robes.



Three young and healthy women

with no man for who knows how long.



The very idea kind of shrunk me

like a spider on a hot stove.



Why, it's Little Big Man.



Oh, Little Big Man.



Younger Bear, it's Little Big Man.



He's not a contrary any more.

He has a wife.



She's plump, she works hard,

but she henpecks him.



Just when I think you're dead,

you always come back.



Yes, and I always will,

till you pay me the life you owe me.



I've heard you.



Now come to my tepee and eat.



We was caught

in Cheyenne hospitality.



I'm a very important man,

more important than you.



I have a wife and four horses.



I have a horse and...



...four wives.



That may be,...



...but my wife,

she's a very good one.






Oh, so there you are,

you crawling coyote.



What are we going to eat?

This starved duck?



Oh! Who's the beggar you brought

to steal what little food we have?



Clean it! Clean it!



It was Olga. I'd found her at last.



One duck.



Olga never did learn much English, but

she sure in hell had learned Cheyenne.



I just don't understand it.



Usually, this woman

is gentle as a dove.



My words were not the words to speak

to a stranger. You stay and eat.



You see what a good wife she is?

It's because I'm a wonderful lover.



Go in my tepee.

She will cook for you.



That's all right. I'm not hungry.



You humiliated him again.



Goodbye, Younger Bear.



You look tired, Little Big Man.



Do you want to come into my tepee

and rest on soft furs?



Why don't you live with me

and I'll be your wife?



Thank you for inviting me.



Well, I've got to fix my hair

to sing tonight.



Goodbye, Little Big Man.



Goodbye, Little Horse.



And so I finally found Olga.



But I had lost her long ago

to the Human Beings...



...and I saw no good reason

to reveal myself to her now.






Why have you moved your tepee

so far from our band?



The ponies are trying

to tell me something.



Last night I had a dream.



The ponies were dying.

I heard them scream.



I'd learned to respect

Old Lodge Skins' dreams,...



...but for once we were in a safe place,

give to us by treaty.



Why do you hate my sisters?



I don't hate your sisters.



It's just that...



...the Great Spirit tells me...



Where are you going?



Your son won't wait any longer. He

wants to come out and see his father.



Sunshine, Indian style,

was going off to have her baby.



As I watched her walk away,...


            come over me that the Great Spirit

wanted me to go in that tepee.



Who wants to be first?



- Who is this here?

- It's me.



Well, I guess you'll do

as well as any.



I figured she was the littlest one

and it would be easy.



But Lord help us,

them young girls is deadly.




the Great Spirit was with me,...



...and I survived.



Only thing was, just as I was

about to drift off real peaceful...



No, you stay.



- Not yet.

- Maybe I can come back later.



Idle boasting, I assure you.



- Who's this here?

- It's me. Digging Bear.



Well, she wasn't called Digging Bear

for nothing, I can tell you that.



Stay here. Corn Woman's too tired.



She don't sound tired to me.



That's not her. That's Little Elk.



That's both of them.

Little Elk, you go to sleep.



You too. Digging Bear...



Corn Woman, where are you?



I was lucky I come across her last.



The others, too?






I knew you were a good man.



Here's your new son.



I reckon right then I come close

to turning pure Indian,...



...and I probably would have spent

the rest of my days...



...with Sunshine and her sisters.



But sometimes grass don't grow,...



...wind don't blow

and the sky ain't blue.



Something's wrong with the ponies.

Wolves. Grandfather's...



Here. Go inside.

Don't leave the tepee.



Grandfather, what's wrong

with the ponies?



Don't you hear that, my son?



I wonder why I didn't see them

in my dream.



Sunshine! Sunshine!




you've got to get inside.



Why bother, son?

It's a good day to die.



We've got to get to the river bank!



I am blind. I cannot fight.



But I won't run.



If it's my day to die, I want

to do it here, within a circle.






...the river is part of the great circle

of the waters of the earth.



True, but the soldiers would kill us

before we got to the river.



The soldiers? Grandfather, you didn't

see any soldiers in your dream,...



...and that means that

they can't see you now.



- You think so?

- Yes! What else did your dream mean?



- I think you're right.

- Let's go to the circle of the river!



I've never been invisible before.



- It's too late. We're cut off.

- It doesn't matter. We're invisible.



Grandfather, wait!






It sounds ridiculous, but the soldiers

never lifted a hand to stop us.



It was so crazy,

they couldn't figure it out.



Maybe they thought

we was prisoners or friendlies,...



...since Old Lodge Skins

was grinning at them like a raccoon.



Or maybe we really was invisible.



All I knowed is we walked

right through them to the river.



Circle the camp!

Circle the camp, boys!



- That was extremely enjoyable.

- Glad you liked it, Grandfather.






- Captain, shoot the Indian ponies.

- I beg your pardon, sir?



That is my decision.

Shoot the ponies.



- Sunshine.

- Yes, sir.



Young man, your self-righteous piety

is commencing to annoy me.



- I didn't say anything.

- Shooting ponies shocks you?



Let me tell you, the women are

more important than the ponies.



They breed like rats.



However, this is a legal action,...



...and the men are under strict orders

not to shoot the women.



Unless, of course,

they refuse to surrender.



- Isn't that correct?

- Yes, sir.






Run! Run!






No! No!



- Where you going?

- Message for the General.



Wait a minute.



- What's that on your face?

- Mud, sir.



That's not mud. That's Indian paint.



And that's an Indian knife.



- What's your company?

- My company, sir?



Yes, and your commanding officer.



- What's the trouble, Captain?

- We've got a renegade.



He's wearing Indian paint

and he doesn't know his company.



- Take him away and hang him.

- General!



Don't you remember me?

I'm Jack Crabb, the mule skinner!



- Mule skinner?

- Yes. I applied for a job as scout,...



...but you could tell my true occupation

just by looking at me.



Yes, I believe I do remember that.



How did you become a renegade?



General, I ain't no renegade!



I was captured by the Cheyenne

and held prisoner!



Why, they took cactus thorns

and stuck them in me!



But I just laughed

and begged them to keep on doing it!



- You laughed?

- I laughed my head off.



Otherwise I wouldn't be here.



Gentlemen, it is difficult

to admit to an error.






Your summary judgement

was wholly mistaken!



Aren't you glad I questioned

this man more closely?



Yes, sir.



Please be more careful

in the future, Captain.



- I'll drink the tea now, Corporal.

- Yes, sir.



What are you doing up here,

mule skinner?




I just brought you tea, General.



And I...



...wanted to thank you again

for sparing my life.



Why are you standing to the side?



Turn this way.



You came up here to kill me,

didn't you?



And you lost your nerve.



Well, I was correct in a sense.



You are a renegade,

but you are no Cheyenne brave.



Custer was right.

I was a total failure as an Indian.



Do I hang you?



I think not. Get out of here.



- You're not going to hang me?

- Your miserable life...


            not worth a reversal

of a Custer decision.



That was the worst thing

he could have done to me.



There was nothing left

of my self-respect at all.



I couldn't go back

to the Indians,...


            I went back among the whites

and become a drunk.



Oh, you're a sad sight, horse.

You should have stuck to soda pop.



- How are things with you, Bill?

- Fine.



- I've changed my ways, horse.

- That's good.



Hey, Bill, I need a drink worse

than the breath of life itself.



Here's   . Get gloriously drunk.



But first, go to the barber

and have yourself a bath.



And buy some clothes.

Then come see me in the saloon.



One thing I do know, horse.

Any fool can drink himself to death.



I'd like to ask you

a confidential favour.



It's a delicate matter

involving a widow.



She needs a train ticket

out of town.



- You give her this.

- Sure, Bill.



You see, my new, beautiful wife

is violently jealous.



And this widow...

Oh, she's quite a widow.



- I think I know what you mean, Bill.

- Her name is Lulu Kane.



- Right now, Bill.

- Good.



Get out of the way!

Get out of the way!



- Bill!

- He killed my daddy!



He killed my daddy! He ain't never

going to shoot nobody again!



It took me seven years,

but I got him!



- Who was he, anyhow?

- Some boy.





            know that matter

we discussed?



- The widow?

- Yes, Bill.



Don't tell my wife.



That'd really get me in trouble.



You got me down

in this goddamn water.



You quit it right now.



Come in, stranger. Whatever

it is you want, we've got it.



Mrs Pendrake?



You've mistaken me

for someone else, stranger.



My name is Lulu.



Your name ain't Lulu.

You're Louise Pendrake.



- Who are you?

- Why, I'm Jack Crabb.



Mrs Pendrake,

don't you remember me?



Jack Crabb?



My God.






This is quite a pleasant surprise.



This room is more commodious.

What have you been doing?



Lulu! What are you doing,

sitting on your arse?



- A gentleman is waiting.

- I have a gentleman here, too.



Oh. I didn't see you, stranger.



Need anything?

If you do, just ring the bell.



Our motto here is:

whatever you want, we've got it.



Well, Jack. Now you know.



This is a house of ill fame,

and I'm a fallen flower.



That widow hadn't lost her style

one bit.



A fallen flower.

Chokes me up to think about it.



This life is not only wicked

and sinful.



It isn't even any fun.



No, I reckon not, Mrs Pendrake.



Yet, if I was married and could

come here once or twice a week,...


            might be fun.



But every night, it's just boring.



Oh, I can understand that.



I can't save any money.



If I could just save

a few dollars,...



...I could visit my maiden aunt

in Washington.



I'd have clothes, a carriage...



I might even marry a senator.



Oh! You'd make a good wife

for a senator, Mrs Pendrake.



You always were a sweet boy.



Do you know, I often had

wicked thoughts about you?



Several times.



I almost gave in to temptation.



And now, here we are.



Mrs Pendrake, what are you doing?



Do you know that, once,

I tiptoed into your room...



...and stood over you

for the longest time?



It was the most awful temptation

to wake you up.



I wish that I had.



It would have been

deliciously wicked.



Is anything the matter, Jack?



- No.

- Then I'll wait for you in the...


            of retirement.



You should have woke me up

that night years ago, Mrs Pendrake.



This is from Wild Bill.



It was his last wish that you go

and live with your maiden aunt.



His last wish was to save me?



Oh, Jack.



I must honour that wish.



You can do it, Mrs Pendrake.



Yes. I can, and I will.



I've got to go now.

Goodbye, Mrs Pendrake.



Oh, goodbye, Jack.



And thank you ever so much.



And, Jack...



If you're ever in Washington,

do look me up.



- How are things, Mr Meriweather?

- Splendid.



Well, now, look at that.

Buffalo hides.



There's a world of money

chewing grass on those plains, Jack.



There goes Buffalo Bill himself.



Yes, sir. Multiply that by thousands.

The buffalo are getting scarce.



You were raised by Indians.

You should know how to track them.



We could make a killing, Jack.



- Haven't changed a bit, Jack.

- Neither have you.



You'd better watch out.

They're whittling you down.



You can't afford to lose

any more of your parts.



Every business has

a particle of risk.



Bye, dear boy.



That was my low.



I had reached the bottom.



I become a hermit.



I went deep in the wilderness,

as far away as I could get.



Then one day, I found something

trappers see fairly regular.



An animal had gnawed off

its own foot to escape from a trap.



Something snapped in my head.



I decided life wasn't fit

to live,...



...and the only thing to do was

to mingle with the twinkling stars.



Goodbye, Jack.



At that moment,

I really was crazy,...



...and I was darn near off

that cliff when...



The time had come

to look the devil in the eye...



...and send him to hell

where he belonged.



The only question was

how to get him there.



Sergeant, take this man...



...and give him some clothes.



This man will be invaluable to me,




Invaluable, sir?



I almost hanged him as a renegade.

Now he asks to be a scout.



Oh, his game is very obvious: to lead

me away from his Indian friends.



Well, I still don't quite follow you,




Anything that man tells me

will be a lie.



Therefore, he will be

a perfect reverse barometer.



- Isn't that correct?

- Of course, General.



In my belief, Custer's hate

for the Indians and his ambition...



...had combined on him.



He figured he needed one more

dramatic victory over the Indians...


            be nominated for

President of the United States.



That is a historical fact.



Men, hold!



- We will take brief refreshment.

- Dismount!



Water break!



Oh, excuse me, Lieutenant.



It's the celibacy of the saddle.

I had muscle spasms all night.



- Poison from the goonads.

- Poison from the what, sir?



Goonads. That's medical terminology.



General, it's my duty as your...



The poison rises from the goonads

and seeps down to the muscles.



The Crows want to know if you're

going down the Medicine Tail Coulee.



- They do, do they?

- Yes, sir, they do.



They claim they want time

to sing their death song.



Tell the Crows they're women.



But if the hostiles come in

behind us,...



...and if they're waiting for us below,

we'll never get out of there.



Hostiles behind us?



I see no hostiles behind us.

Do you see any?



- No, sir, not at the moment.

- Then...



...stop trying to cause a reversal

of a Custer decision.



But, sir, wouldn't it be best to send

a squad down Medicine Tail Coulee?



- No, it wouldn't.

- May I ask, sir, why it wouldn't?



Because it would cost us

the vital element of surprise.




They know we're here.



But they don't know that I intend

to attack them without mercy.



- That's no surprise.

- Of course it is.



Nothing is more surprising

than the attack without mercy.






General, I must protest

this impetuous decision.



A Custer decision, impetuous?



Grant called me impetuous, too!



That drunkard, sitting there in the

White House, calling me impetuous!




I implore you to reconsider.



Think of the men

whose lives depend upon you.



What should I do, mule skinner?



Sir, that man doesn't know anything.



What do you say, mule skinner?



Should I go down there, or withdraw?



I had him.



But this time what I held in my hand

wasn't a knife, but the truth.






What's your answer, mule skinner?





            go down there.



- You're saying, go into the coulee?

- Yes, sir.



There are no Indians there,

I suppose?



I didn't say that.



There are thousands

of Indians down there,...



...and when they get done

with you,...



...there won't be nothing left

but a greasy spot.



This ain't the Washita River,




...and them ain't helpless women

and children waiting for you.



They're Cheyenne brave, and Sioux.



You go down there

if you got the nerve.



Still trying to outsmart me,

aren't you, mule skinner?



You want me to think that

you don't want me to go down there,...



...but the subtle truth is you really

don't want me to go down there.



Well, are you reassured now, Major?



Men of the Seventh!



The hour of victory is at hand!



Onward to Little Bighorn



and glory!



We've caught them napping!

Sound the charge!



We have them on the run!



Take no prisoners!



Get off of your knees, men! Custer's

with you! Custer's up! Stay with me!



What are they doing?



- Why aren't they charging?

- There's nowhere to charge to.



Fools! They're shooting

their own horses!



Arrest them! Arrest them!



- Bugler! Sound the charge!

- We've got to make breastworks!



I know all about that, Major.

Don't try to tell me my business.



Make breastworks, men!



Show them no mercy!



I said, give them a volley!



- We're running out of ammunition.

- Right.



Now we are running out of ammunition.

I told him this would happen.



But he just sat there in

the White House and laughed at me.



That damned Cossack.



This is horrible.

We're being wiped out!



Go on, Christian America!



Let your arrows fly, savages!



I am unbowed!



Mr President!



Mr President,

distinguished visitors,...



...honoured members

of the Senate,...



...taking the Indian

as we find him, waiting...



Why don't you shut up?



Mr President, you are drunk.



We can't have a man like you

in the White House!



Get on your feet and face the enemy!



- Go away, General.

- All right.



The sentence is death.



All right. You and I are even at last.

I paid you the life I owe you,...



...and, the next time we meet, I can kill

you without becoming an evil person.



He goes to dance his joy.






I am glad to see you.



I'm glad to see you, too, my son.



My heart soars like a hawk.



Do you want to eat?



I won't eat with you

because I'm going to die soon.



Die, Grandfather?



Yes, my son.



I want to die in my own land, where

Human Beings are buried in the sky.



Why do you want to die, Grandfather?



Because there's no other way

to deal with the white man, my son.



Whatever else you can say

about them, it must be admitted,...


            cannot get rid of them.



No, I suppose not, Grandfather.



There is an endless supply

of white men,...



...but there always has been

a limited number of Human Beings.



We won today.



We won't win tomorrow.



Snake Woman,

get me my elk burial robe.



Come, my son. We will go.



It makes my heart sad.



A world without Human Beings

has no centre to it.



Go where, Grandfather?



To the mountain, to the top.



Come out and fight.

It is a good day to die.



Thank you for making me

a Human Being.



Thank you for helping me

to become a warrior.



Thank you for my victories

and for my defeats.



Thank you for my vision and

the blindness in which I saw further.



You make all things and direct them

in their ways, Grandfather.



And now, you have decided the

Human Beings will soon walk a road...



...that leads nowhere.



I am going to die now,

unless death wants to fight.



And I ask you for the last time...


            grant me my old power

to make things happen.



Take care of my son here.



See that he doesn't go crazy.






Am I still in this world?



Yes, Grandfather.



I was afraid of that.






...sometimes the magic works,

sometimes it doesn't.



Let's go back to the tepee

and eat, my son.



My newest Snake wife

cooks dog very well.



All right, Grandfather.



She also has a very soft skin.



The only trouble with Snake women

is they copulate with horses,...



...which makes them strange to me.



She says she doesn't. That's why

I call her Doesn't Like Horses.



But, of course, she's lying.



Of course, Grandfather.



Well, that's the story

of this old Indian fighter.



That's the story

of the Human Beings,...



...who was promised land

where they could live in peace.



Land that would be theirs...


            long as grass grow,...



...wind blow,...



...and the sky is blue.



Mr Crabb, I didn't know.



Get out, get out.


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