Dead Man Script - Dialogue Transcript

Fireman

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?

Blake

Cleveland.

Fireman

Cleveland.

Blake

Lake Erie.

Fireman

Erie. Do you have any parents back in Erie?

Blake

They passed on recently.

Fireman

And, er. . . do you have a wife. . .In Erie?

Blake

No.

Fireman

A fiancée?

Blake

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

Fireman

She found herself somebody else.

Blake

No.

Fireman

Yes, she did. Well, that doesn't explain why you've come all the way out here, all the way out here to hell.

Blake

I. . . have a job, out in the town of Machine.

Fireman

Machine? That's the end of the line.

Blake

Is it?

Fireman

Yes.

Blake

Well, I, received a letter, from the people at Dickinson's Metalworks, assuring me of a job there.

Fireman

Is that so?

Blake

Yes. I'm an accountant.

Fireman

I wouldn't know, because, I don't reads. But, er, 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. Look. They're shooting buffalo. Government says, they killed a million of them last year alone.

Blake

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.

Schofield

What the heck are you doing here?

Blake

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

Schofield

This letter is postmarked two months ago. Makes you about a month late. This, here, is Mr Olafsen. He's our new accountant.

Blake

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

Schofield

Look, Mr Black. . .

Blake

Blake.

Schofield

I'm a very busy man. . . and Mr Dickinson does not pay me for idle conversation.

Blake

Well, I'm sure he doesn't, but this letter confirms my position here. Now, I've spent everything I had left after my parents' funeral just to get here.

Schofield

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

Blake

I'd like to speak to Mr Dickinson.

Schofield

No, I, I don't think you want to do that.

Blake

I insist on speaking to Mr Dickinson, sir.

Schofield

You? Insist?

Blake

I insist.

Schofield

You insist?

Blake

Yes, I do.

Schofield

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

Blake

All right, then.

Schofield

Go on, then!

Blake

Well, I will. Hello? Mr Dickinson?

Dickinson

Who the hell are you? And where did you get that goddamn clown suit? Cleveland?

Blake

Actually, yes, sir. I did get it in Cleveland.

Dickinson

What the hell are you doing in my office?

Blake

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

Dickinson

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

Blake

Thank you very much, sir.

Schofield

Back to work, Mr Olafsen.

Blake

Excuse me. Excuse me. Pardon me, sir. Could I get a bottle, please?

Large Man

We liked you better when you was a whore.

Thel

Jackass. Shit. Why don't you just paint my portrait?

Blake

I'm sorry. Let me help here.

Thel

This one's no good.

Blake

One. Two.

Thel

It's no good.

Blake

Come here. Watch yourself. You okay? You all right?

Thel

Yeah.

Blake

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

Thel

Thanks. I'm sorry. Would you mind walking me away from here?

Blake

Sure. Sure. I'll just get my suitcase.

Thel

It's that way.

Blake

All right.

Thel

Oh, shit.

Blake

I have a sneaking suspicion, that that large man back there was inebriated. I was gonna say something, but I didn't want to cause any trouble.

Thel

No, I think it's best you didn't. That's my room. Wasn't expecting any visitor. Like it?

Blake

Yes, it's beautiful. These flowers, gosh. They really are something.

Thel

Yeah, thank you.

Blake

You're welcome.

Thel

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?

Blake

Paper.

Thel

Well, it is paper. Hey, Bill. You got any tobacco anywhere?

Blake

No, I don't smoke.

Thel

Damn. Oh, watch it. It's loaded.

Blake

Why do you have this?

Thel

Because this is America. Charlie.

Charlie

You know, Thel. . . I never wanted to go away. I know we said it was, er, it was all over and everything, but. . . you were always in my heart, Thel. Always. I, er, I brought you a. . . Well, it's a present.

Thel

A present?

Charlie

Well, I, er. . . I'm, I'm going. And, er. . . I'm, I'm sorry, Thel. . . for, er. . . for intruding.

Thel

Well, I never really loved you, anyway. No, Charlie.

Charlie

I never stopped loving you. . .

Thel

Don't!

Charlie

. . . Thel.

Nobody

(Mumbling). There'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. Do you have any tobacco?

Blake

I don't smoke.

Nobody

(Ranting in native language).

Twill

Hey, Wilson, you 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.

Schofield

Mr John Dickinson.

Dickinson

Last night, my youngest son, Charlie, God bless his soul, was gunned down in cold blood right here in our own hotel. The gutless murderer, one Mr Bill Blake, also shot to death Miss Thel Russell, 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.

Twill

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

Dickinson

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 hear tell you killed fourteen men. I doubt you've seen that many years, and I ain't even gonna tell you what I really think of you.

Wilson

I always work alone.

Twill

Excuse me there, Mr Dickinson, but, er, rightly I never have worked with anyone else, either. I never have.

Pickett

Yeah, m. . . me neither.

Dickinson

Shut up! My boy Charlie is dead! Now, I ain't asking this time. I'm telling. And if somebody don't like it, I'm prepared to do a little killing of my own. Now, that bastard couldn't have got far yet.

Twill

Well, let me just say here, Mr Dickinson, sir, I think we ought to start fresh in the morning. I mean, it's well after noon now, and by the time we get finished, all packed up. . .

Dickinson

I want him brought here to me. Alive or dead don't matter, though I reckon dead would be easier. I'm hiring you boys on an exclusive basis, and I'm willing to pay more money then you've ever seen before. Boys. . . the hunt is on.

Nobody

(Singing in native language). Stupid fucking white man. (Singing in native language).

Dickinson

I want this out over the wires. Post a five hundred dollar reward from here to hell and back. Notify every marshal, deputy and possum-skinning 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. Got himself all up in a twist. He got his heart so set on one. Buy yourself a sorrel horse and paint some white spots on it as far as I'm concerned. Jesus Christ. Of course, you can't put much stock in a man who spends the most part of a conversation talking to a bear. Talking to a goddamn bear.

Nobody

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

Blake

What?

Nobody

Things which are alike, in nature, grow to look alike, and the speaking stones have lain a long time looking at the sun.

Blake

The speaking stones?

Nobody

Some believe they descend with the lightening, but I believe they are on the ground and are projected downward by the bolt. Did you kill the white man who killed you?

Blake

I'm not dead.

Nobody

What name were you given at birth, stupid white man?

Blake

Blake. William Blake.

Nobody

Is this a lie? Or a white man's trick?

Blake

No, I'm William Blake.

Nobody

Then you are a dead man.

Blake

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

Nobody

Is your name really William Blake?

Blake

Yes.

Nobody

'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.'

Blake

I really, don't understand.

Nobody

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.'

Twill

Making biscuits, Mommy. She's just staring out of the window. Sweetheart. You didn't touch it, did you?

Pickett

No.

Twill

You swear to me.

Pickett

I swear.

Twill

Get your hand out, and swear to me you're telling the truth.

Pickett

Yes, I swear I'm telling the truth.

Twill

Not a goddamn word to no one, ever. You understand? Don't ever ask me no questions.

Blake

Where are we?

Nobody

You are being followed, William Blake.

Blake

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

Nobody

Often the evil stench of white man precedes him.

Blake

Why don't we, er. . . Maybe we should. . . What should we do?

Nobody

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

Twill

Ever wish you were the moon? Jeez, my henry's cold. Oh, come on. My britches been open like that how long? Only been riding a couple of days together, but Jesus, one of you fellows could've mentioned the fact that. . .

Wilson

Unsaddle your goddamn horses.

Twill

Unsaddle your goddamn horse. Go on.

Wilson

An Indian dug this fire pit.

Twill

Oh, an Indian. We ain't tracking no goddamn Indians, Cole. I mean, er, hell, Dickinson didn't say nothing about tracking no goddamn Indians. I mean, the boy's name is William Blake. You know a lot of Indians, do you, named William Blake? I mean, 'Howdy, Chief. . .'

Wilson

Did you hear something? Huh? Did you? I guess it was nothing.

Twill

You know about Wilson?

Pickett

What?

Twill

Do you know about Cole Wilson?

Pickett

What kind of question is that? Of course I know about Cole Wilson. Everybody knows about him. He's a living legend.

Twill

Fucked his parents.

Pickett

He what?

Twill

He fucked his parents.

Pickett

Both of them?

Twill

Yeah. Mother. Father. Parents. Both of them. Fucked them.

Pickett

Oh.

Twill

And you know what I heard? After he killed them, he cooked them up and ate them.

Pickett

Are you telling me he killed both his. . .

Twill

I'm telling you he killed them. He fucked them. He cooked them up. He ate them. He ain't got a goddamn conscience. You understand what I'm saying? He'd just as soon slit our goddamn throats in the middle of the night as walk. Of course, someone your age, Jesus. . . If you was to put one in him, "Johnny 'The Kid' Pickett slays Cole Wilson."

Nobody

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

Blake

Not really.

Nobody

That weapon will replace your tongue. You will learn to speak through it, and your poetry will now be written with blood.

Blake

What is your name?

Nobody

My name is Nobody.

Blake

Excuse me?

Nobody

My name is Exaybachay. He who talks loud, saying nothing.

Blake

He who talks. . . I thought you said your name was Nobody?

Nobody

I prefer to be called Nobody.

Blake

Nobody, erm, shouldn't you be with your own tribe or something?

Nobody

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. I was 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, 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 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 realised 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 you glad the sun kind of sets? Prepares you like? What if it, like, went out sudden, like blowing out a candle or something? I mean, one minutes we're riding along, we can see everything and each other and the next minute it's just. . . You're in total darkness. That'd scare the bejesus out of me.

Sally

Once upon a time, there were three bears in the forest. A big bear, a medium mummy bear, and a tiny little baby bear. One morning they were going to eat their breakfast porridge. They had a big bowl, a medium bowl, and a tiny little bowl. That porridge was too hot.

Nobody

Stupid white man.

Sally

So they went to take a walk.

Nobody

William Blake, you go to them.

Sally

Along came this girl.

Blake

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

Nobody

No! You go. It's a test.

Blake

I don't know those people, and they don't look very friendly. What if they kill me?

Nobody

Nobody will observe.

Sally

She went into their bedroom. There was the big bed, medium bed. . .

Blake

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

Sally

The bears got home. Papa said, "Somebody here ate all our porridge".

Blake

What's the best way to get down there?

Nobody

Be quiet and go.

Blake

All right.

Sally

And he tore her head off her body. He took that golden hair and he made a sweater for baby bear.

George

That's terrible.

Sally

Tonight we're reminded of the evil emperor Nero Augustus. He was the scourge of all the Christians.

George

What's a scourge?

Sally

It's like when something real bad happens. Like when everybody gets killed and you can't do anything about it. Like a swarm of locusts. For the entertainment of his guests, Nero would illuminate his whole garden with bodies of live Christians covered in burning oil, strung up on flaming crosses, crucified. And at dinner, he 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.

George

Well, that's terrible.

Sally

It's horrible.

George

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?

Sally

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.

Benmont

These beans are shit.

George

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

Sally

Them are. . . There's possum in these beans, and spices, too. I tried hard.

George

Well, Sally, I don't give a pig's ass what anybody says. I still say you make a hell of a pot of beans. Now, why don't you say us a grace out of the Good Book, would you?

Sally

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 to the wild beasts of the earth.' Amen.

George

Amen.

Benmont

Amen.

George

What's a Philistine?

Sally

Well, it's just a real dirty person.

Blake

Hello. I. . . smelt. . . beans.

Benmont

Who are you traveling with?

Blake

I'm with Nobody.

Benmont

Where you headed?

Blake

I don't know.

Benmont

Do you like beans?

Blake

I, I love beans.

Benmont

Have you got any tobacco?

Blake

I'm sorry. I don't smoke.

Sally

Would you give me some tobacco?

Blake

I would if I had some.

Benmont

I'll trade you some beans for some tobacco.

Blake

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

Sally

Hurt.

Blake

Yes.

George

Eyeglasses.

Blake

Yes.

George

Pretty suit, too. I clean up real good, you know.

Blake

Is that right?

George

Yeah.

Benmont

What size shoes are those?

Blake

Ten.

Benmont

They look very comfortable, are they?

Blake

Not too bad.

George

What kind of flower is that?

Blake

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

Benmont

Paper?

Sally

Rose.

George

Now you see there?

Benmont

Look at the edge on that knife. Feel that.

Blake

I'd rather not.

Benmont

Ah, go on. That is a very, very sharp knife, that is.

Blake

Huh-huh?

Benmont

Yeah.

Blake

Huh-huh?

Benmont

Yeah.

George

What do you call it?

Sally

Pretty.

Blake

I'm sorry.

George

That hat. What do you call it?

Blake

I'm really not sure.

Sally

Ah, your hair. Your hair is soft. It's like a girl's.

George

By God, it is soft. Now how do you get it that way? See, this old stuff of mine, it just, well, it's k=just like old barn hay. There ain't a darn thing you can do with it. How do you, how do you get it that way and keep it like that?

Blake

Just lucky, I guess.

George

Lucky.

Benmont

Oh, yeah.

George

God darn it. You keep your hand off of it.

Benmont

I thought I told you not to touch me.

George

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

Benmont

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

George

That's got plenty to do with me, goddamn it.

Benmont

Really?

George

That's right.

Benmont

This one's mine!

George

This one's yours?

Benmont

Yes. This one's mine, Big George. You had the last one.

George

Is that a fact?

Benmont

I saw him first.

George

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

Benmont

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

George

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

Benmont

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

George

You gonna shoot me?

Benmont

That's right. I'm gonna shoot you.

George

Well, why don't you shoot me then, goddamn it?

Benmont

I will. I'll shoot you right now.

George

Come on. Shoot me.

Benmont

I will.

George

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

Benmont

I will. There you go.

George

Good God, I'm hit! Lord, have mercy! Burns like hellfire. You son of a bitch. I'm gonna have to kill somebody now. Well, God damn it, I guess nobody gets you. What the hell?

Blake

Nobody.

Sally

Oh Jesus, this isn't fair. I cooked, I cleaned, and I sewed, and I have a right.

Nobody

(Speaks in native language. Sings in native language)

Blake

That's me. "Wanted. For the brutal murders of one Thel Russell and one Charles Ludlow Dickinson." I didn't kill Thel. I didn't kill Thel.

Nobody

Your actions are useless.

Blake

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

Nobody

You cannot stop the clouds by the building of a ship.

Blake

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.

Nobody

Are you sure you have no tobacco?

Blake

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.

Nobody

Exaybachay not be going, William Blake.

Twill

I guess the best advice, is not to take any damn advice.

Wilson

What the hell is that?

Twill

What's that say? Read it.

Pickett

Wanted, William Blake. In the amount of five hundred dollars.

Twill

Shit. Hell, ain't we about more fucked than a whore at closing time? Thanks to goddamn Mr Dickinson. Huh? I'll tell you what that there says. It says, some pelt-wearing trapper, some stinking bean-sucking possum skinner, he's gonna collect that reward money. Make you feel good? Goddamn pelt skinner.

Pickett

I'll be damned. Five hundred dollars? I don't understand. I thought we was hired exclusive. I mean, he paid us gold in advance. I'm out here. I'm out here in the middle of shit's creek, with two local lunatics. One who don't say nothing, and the other one, he won't even stop yapping.

Wilson

You gonna shed tears for us? I wouldn't do that if I were you.

Pickett

And why not?

Wilson

Because it ain't good for your health.

Pickett

Fuck you.

Wilson

Fuck me? Fuck you.

Twill

God damn it. Jesus, Cole. He's just a kid.

Wilson

He's a Navajo mud toy now.

Twill

Yeah.

Nobody

(Speaks in native language). I have just ingested the food of the Great Spirit, and Father Peyote.

Blake

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

Nobody

It's not for use even for William Blake. The powers 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 it's loving ways. (Singing in native language).

Blake

What? What are you looking at?

Nobody

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

Blake

I don't know anything about poetry.

Nobody

Oh, you're so modest.

Blake

Listen. I feel very weak. I'm hungry.

Nobody

Quest for vision is a great blessing, William Blake. To do so, one must go without food and water. All the sacred spirits, recognise those who fast. It's good to prepare for a journey in this way.

Blake

I seem to have, misplaced my eyeglasses. I can't see clearly.

Nobody

Perhaps you will see more clearly without them.

Blake

You're a very strange man. Very strange.

Nobody

May the Great Spirit watch over you, William Blake.

Blake

Nobody? Nobody? Nobody? Nobody?

Lee

Hey, Marvin.

Marvin

What?

Lee

How come Dickinson's telegram didn't give no description of the horse this murdering fucker stole?

Marvin

It did, Lee. A pinto, just like that one. White legs, brown ass, brown sides.

Lee

It did? I don't think it did, Marvin.

Marvin

Well, you asshole! You got the damn telegram on you. Take it out and look.

Lee

That's right. Yeah, I got it here. I'll check it. Maybe I been thinking of them wanted posters.

Marvin

Lee! It's him! You William Blake?

Blake

Yes, I am. Do you know my poetry? 'Some are born to endless night'.

Twill

Well, Rome weren't built in a day, Cole. Of course, I wasn't overseeing that particular job.

Wilson

Fresh kill.

Twill

Yeah. No damn tobacco, that's for sure. This some, some kind of telegram or something? What's that say?

Wilson

Dickinson again.

Twill

Oh, goddamn Dickinson. You mean to tell me he's even got the law involved in this now? Jesus. Tell you one thing, though. If that there Blake fellow keeps on shooting marshals, I'll wind up liking the bastard.

Wilson

Looks like a goddamn religious icon.

Twill

Anyhow, getting back to the beginning of the story, my granddaddy, come over from Scotland, you see. He was actually part of the MacTwill clan. The clan tartan was a 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 about your family history there, Cole? Let me guess. Kind of figured you for a, a German, huh? I mean, am I right? Am I close? Austrian?

Blake

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

Wilson

Goddamn redskins.

Blake

Nobody?

Nobody

William Blake.

Indian Girl

(Speaks in native language).

Nobody

(Speaks in native language).

Blake

She's upset.

Indian Girl

(Rants in native language).

Nobody

(Speaks in native language).

Indian Girl

(Rants in native language).

Nobody

(Speaks in native language).

Indian Girl

(Shouts in native language).

Nobody

(Speaks in native language).

Blake

She's beautiful.

Nobody

(Calls in native language). Now, she didn't mean to call you that.

Blake

Huh?

Nobody

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

Blake

Oh. I'm sorry.

Nobody

You just stay here, till I return. (Calls in native language). Don't let the sun burn a hole in your ass, William Blake. Rise now and drive your cart and plough over the bones of the dead.

Blake

Do you still have my eyeglasses?

Nobody

No, I traded 'em.

Blake

You traded them?

Nobody

Do you have any tobacco?

Blake

No. I traded it.

Nobody

For what?

Blake

I'm not telling.

Nobody

Liar.

Blake

Thief.

Nobody

(Sings in native language). I don't care if you were married sixteen times, I still love you. (Sings in native language). 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.

Blake

What do you mean?

Nobody

Smallpox, consumption. Blankets are infected. It spreads through the villages. I see you have acquired a new weapon.

Blake

Oh, yes. A Winchester. Here. Take it.

Nobody

No.

Blake

No, really. Take it. I took it off a dead white man.

Nobody

Did William Blake kill this white man?

Blake

Yes. William Blake killed the white man.

Nobody

We need a canoe. Water.

Blake

For the brutal murders of Charles Dickinson and fiancée, Thel Russell, Also the murders of the following territorial marshals, M Thornbury, deputy L Hazelwell, Big George Drakoulious, Benmont Tench, and one Salvatore 'Sally' Jenko.

Nobody

It's not bad.

Blake

Huh?

Nobody

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

Blake

Well, I want you to have it. It's a present.

Missionary

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 it's darkest places from heathens and Philistines.

Nobody

The vision of Christ that thou dost see, is my vision's greatest enemy. Do you have tobacco?

Missionary

We sure don't.

Nobody

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

Missionary

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.

Nobody

Blanket?

Missionary

Yes, my fine fellow. Ammunition.

Blake

Er, I'd like some tobacco, please.

Missionary

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.

Blake

Yes, I am.

Missionary

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 honour.

Blake

Pardon me. There's my autograph.

Missionary

God damn your soul to the fires of hell.

Blake

He already has.

Nobody

(Speaks in native language)

Blake

I'm tired.

Nobody

I'll free the horses. I see you've collected some more white man's metal.

Blake

Yes. I seem to be a magnet for it.

Nobody

Good day for a canoe ride.

Blake

Nobody? Is this the boat. . . that'll take me across the mirror of water?

Nobody

No. This boat's not strong enough, William Blake. (Chants in native language). William Blake is a legend now, He's a good friend of mine. (Chants in native language)

Men

(Calling in native language).

Nobody

(Calling in native language). (Speaks in native language). Stand up William Blake. William Blake. Walk proudly William Blake. That man there? I know him. He's a great builder of sea canoes. (Speaks in native language).

Elder

(Speaks in native language).

Blake

Hello.

Nobody

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.

Blake

You mean Cleveland?

Nobody

Back to the place where all the spirits came from. And where all the spirits return. This world will no longer concern you.

Blake

I found some tobacco.

Nobody

The tobacco is for your voyage, William Blake.

Blake

Nobody. I don't smoke.

Nobody

(Speaks in native language). William Blake.