A Man Called Horse

Oh, Wakantanka,|Great Spirit of the Sun--

source of all life, created|in violence, pleasure and pain

which then takes life|to sustain life,

continuing the eternal cycle|of life and death--

I stand humble and obedient|before you.

Make me worthy!

How many is that?

Six, Your Lordship.

Maddock.

I'm sorry.

''John.''

You may address me as ''John.''

Yes, sir.

It won't happen again.

You slip at least|once a day.

How many weeks have I been|dinning it into you.

Yes, Sir John.

Six, did you say?

In a row.

That's good shootin', John.

Thank you, Maddock.

You may address me as ''Joe.''

Joe.

What did you say that was?

Prairie chicken.

Grouse.

Huh?

Grouse.

At home in England,|I'd be shooting grouse.

It just occurred to me,

I've traveled halfway|around the world

at great expense

simply to kill|a different kind of bird.

Well, what's wrong with that

if you ain't got|nothing better to do?

Oh, I ain't, Joe.

For five years, I ain't got|nothin' better to do.

You musta picked up a lot|of beans

somewhere.

Not only beans, Joe

but family titles, family|property, family position...

all picked up,|all inherited.

Everything I ever wanted|in life I've bought,

including you three.

In England, I looked up|to God and royalty

and down upon everybody else.

Well, what you been doin'|for five years?

Looking, Joe.

Just looking.

In 1820, I committed|the unpardonable sin

of resigning my commission|in the Guards.

It wasn't an earned commission|anyway.

In my family,|it came with birth.

So, here I am...|shooting birds.

Your Northwest Territory...

it is beautiful.

Hey, Ed...

I dumped the water outta that|damned tub into his tent.

All over his tent...

And look what I found.

Oh.

Rum.

That spell ''rum'', don't it?

R-U-M.

Yeah.

Hey, Ed... draw.

Still drunk as coots.

I'm going to have|to talk to those two.

In a pinch, I've known|'em to drink coal oil.

Oh-- beat the drums|and sound the brass,

here come one big horse's ass.

What were you two firing at?

Nothin' in particular.

That was an accident.

Even at this range,|I'm inclined to believe you.

How long would it take us|to go back to St. Louis?

Maybe a month if,|if we don't do no more huntin'

and that wagon holds up.

We'll start in the morning.

If the wagon breaks down,|abandon it and the team.

We'll travel by riding horses|if necessary.

Is them orders, John?

Those are orders, Maddock.

Well, you've boozed us|out of another job.

We ain't shuttin' down camp.

He guaranteed us|four months wages.

You'll get your money.

That's one thing|the dude ain't is-- cheap.

Yeah, and if he runs|a little short,

his family can always|sell the ''cawstle'.

Oh, I never seen such a fella.

He won't even chew tobacco.

That water's powerful cold,|Your Lordship.

Thank you, Maddock.

I can assure you I've been bred|to get used to it.

This ain't gonna be no bath.

He's goin' ice-skating.

Listen, you rum-heads,|that's enough.

We was just warnin' him.

Somethin' must have spooked him.

Coyote maybe.

Naw. He seen Tin-pan Morgan|goin' by.

Oh, my God.

Christ!

I've had enough!

You bunch of bloody bastards.

I'm not a horse!

I'm not an animal.

No! No!

Whatever the bloody hell|the name is.

Man! Man!

I am a man!

Homme, oui.

Pauvre bte. Imbcile.

la chance. Une fois.

Pas content.

la grande promenade, promenade?

Qui es tu?

Amricain? Huh?

American.

Don't be absurd.

Anglais.

Anglais?

Oui.

Merde!

Arrte. Reviens.

Eh, eh, eh, eh.

Me speak 'Anglais'.

Good 'Anglais'.

Well, when you address me,|would you kindly speak it?

Yes. I will speak it.

You lucky chief like angry.

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