Hostiles

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(CRICKETS CHIRPING)

(SAW GRINDING)

ROSALIE:

An adverb modifies a verb

by telling us

how something's done,

where something's done,

-or when something's done.

-When something's done.

Lucy.

The music played quietly.

And the adverb is?

-Quietly.

-Quietly.

Sylvie.

The dog runs

through the house.

Is right because...

It's explaining

where the dog ran.

Is correct, but if you wanted

to say how the dog ran...

-Quickly?

-Quickly. Very good, girls.

(HORSES WHINNYING)

(SAW CLATTERS)

Rosalie! Girls!

-They're coming.

-Oh, dear God!

SYLVIE:
Mommy,

what's happening?

There are people coming

for our horses, sweetie.

Lucy, grab Jacob.

Remember our plan.

Sylvie, get away

from the door!

Grab Jacob's bear.

I'll meet you

at the top of the ridge.

-Wesley, come with us.

-If I don't,

they're gonna take

it all or burn it down.

Let them. Please come.

-Daddy, please come.

-Run for the door, girls.

Run for the door.

-Please come.

-Rosalie, run.

-Go. Run, girls, run! Go!

-Let's go, girls.

-Go!

-Run, girls.

-Run!

-Run!

(GUNSHOT)

(MEN ULULATING)

Lucy, give me Jacob.

(WESLEY YELLS)

-Daddy!

-Come on, girls.

-Wesley. No.

-Daddy!

(GROANS)

-(SCREAMS)

-(ULULATING)

No!

Run. Run, girls.

(GUNSHOTS)

(GRUNTS)

Lucy! No!

(JACOB WAILING)

(GUNSHOT)

(GUNSHOT)

(PANTING)

(GASPING)

(SUPPRESSED BREATH)

(INHALES SHARPLY)

(FAINT FOOTSTEPS)

(SIGHS)

(GASPS)

(ALL ULULATING)

(WOMAN WAILING)

MAN:

I got it.

Hold her.

-I got him. Got him.

-Come on, redskin.

Give up. Come on!

(MEN EXCLAIMING)

Come on now.

Come on, red.

Get up, boy.

(WOMAN WAILING)

Come on now.

-Get up.

-Come on, red. Get up.

-Get him up.

-Move now.

-I said move!

-Get up.

-Hyah!

-Come on.

Come on.

TOLAN:

Looks like you got it, Joe.

Yeah.

How far did they get?

-(MAN SHOUTING)

-(WOMAN CRYING)

Diablo Canyon.

-Apaches, huh?

-Uh-huh.

Get up!

It's gotta be about

the end of them, eh?

We think, but, like ants,

they just keep coming.

MAN:
Y'all escape,

this is what happens.

Next time, we ain't bothering

bringing you back.

It ought not to be

this way, Joe.

Is there

a better way, Tolan?

Getting tired, Joe.

I think I've reached

the end of my sojourn.

They say I'm not fit.

Sort of have the...

The melancholia.

Mmm-hmm.

Well, there's no such thing.

Twenty years

I gave this Union.

They took my guns, Joe.

You're out anyway.

Hmm.

What'd you give?

Twenty? Twenty-five?

I stopped counting.

You remember that, uh...

That time when Kiowa put

his war-lance in your belly?

Yeah.

You remember you were sitting

there in the water...

just trying to hold

your guts in there.

Hmm.

And I came by

and you looked at me,

and you had

that look on your face.

You looked so young.

Like somebody had taken

something from you.

Like they had taken

a Christmas present from you.

They took

your f***ing horse, yeah?

And we beated

the hell out of it.

And you say...

(STUTTERS)

"I see his face

and I'm gonna kill him

one day."

And you did.

You did.

You ride him up

in that blind path...

and you took

that knife of yours

and you cut him

from end to end.

Yes, I did.

Those were good days.

(LAUGHING)

Yes, they were.

Those were...

Those were good days.

They were the best, Metz.

Morning, sir.

Corporal Molinor here.

The colonel

would like to see you.

-(DOOR OPENS)

-(CHATTER)

-(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

-BIGGS:
I'll get that.

-Yes?

-Captain Blocker's here, sir.

-Morning, Captain.

-Colonel.

You know Jeremiah Wilks here,

of Harper's Weekly.

Sit down, Joe.

I understand you finally

run that escaped Apache bunch

to ground.

-Sir. Mmm.

-Well done.

Today, gentlemen, I don't know

what we are going to do

with this--

these wretched savages.

WILKS:

I have a suggestion.

Why don't you

let them all go?

I mean, that would be

the humane thing to do.

Wouldn't it?

I see the captain disagrees.

Not my place to disagree.

Bet if you had your way,

you'd keep them in chains.

That right, Blocker?

Don't matter to me

what you do with them.

Now that

I'm in your esteemed company,

Captain, I must ask,

it true you took more scalps

than Sitting Bull himself?

That's what I hear, anyway.

-I don't care what you hear.

-BIGGS:
Gentlemen.

I think that'll do.

Captain, you do know

Chief Yellow Hawk?

You know I know him.

The chief and his family

have been prisoners

for nearly seven years.

I'd say that's

punishment enough,

wouldn't you?

There ain't enough punishment

for his kind.

-WILKS:
Is that right?

-Damn right, it's right.

Let me ask you, Colonel.

You remember Billy Dixon?

Probably not.

Billy was a very

good friend of mine.

I knew him very well,

as I do all the men here.

And I watched Yellow Hawk

take a knife

and cut Billy

from stem to stern.

And then he turned

to my good friend

-Tully McClain--

-Yes, well, Captain...

You're no angel

your own self.

Hmm.

You know he's eat up

with the cancer.

Mmm.

Well, the chief

has asked for his release.

Wants to go home to Montana.

Some place called

the Valley of the Bears.

-You know it?

-I do.

Sacred Cheyenne territory.

After due deliberation

and communication

with Washington, I've decided

to honor that request.

Allow him and his people

to go.

His release, it has

become something of a...

What you might call

a cause clbre.

(CHUCKLES)

Back East.

The Department of the Army

wants to be certain

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