Dead Man Page #3
- R
- Year:
- 1995
- 121 min
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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
You must rest now,
William Blake.
Some are born
to sweet delight.
Some are born
to endless night.
Makin' biscuits, Mommy.
Sweetheart.
You didn't touch it,
did you?
- Huh?
- No.
- You swear to me.
- I swear.
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
Why don't we, uh...
Maybe we should, uh...
What should we do?
time as when he submitted
to learn from the crow.
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.
- Geez.
- An Injun dug this fire pit.
Oh.
Oh, an Indian.
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?
'Course I know about Cole Wilson.
He's a livin' legend.
F***ed his parents.
- He what?
- He f***ed his parents.
- Both of 'em?
- Yeah.
Mother. Father. Parents.
Both of 'em. F***ed '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 f***ed '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
middle of the night as walk.
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
and your poetry
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