The White Buffalo Page #5
- PG
- Year:
- 1977
- 97 min
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To the Republic.
Well, old timer.
All curried and tame?
Name's James Otis.
Old timer, I'm looking for
a glass-eyed goose hisser
named Charlie Zane.
Princely fellow.
This fella Zane wears a snow white mane,
which got that way
'cause he's scared of redskins.
He's been known to puddle his britches
at a Kiowa war whoop.
You old fiddlefoot!
Charlie, you sure Custer
found gold up there
and not a field of dandelions?
He struck it.
Then what's a backshooting
claim jumper like you
doing here instead of there?
You need gear to dig a mine.
I had to raise a bankroll.
The cats!
All right, gents, come now.
Line up for the...
Place your bets.
You figuring on marshaling
in this one-dog town?
No, I'll never wear the tin again.
I know why you're here.
You're on a scout for the white buffalo.
Old timer, I thought
you were too ripe for fairy tales.
from an eyewitness?
Depends which eye.
Don't cornhole me, young sass!
I was with General Custer when we hit
and that lollygagger of a buff
challenged the whole goddamn
Seventh Cavalry to a showdown!
It's all coming true.
What're you prattling about?
Old timer.
Straight tongue.
Saw him?
Son-of-a-b*tch threw
half a mountain down on me.
Barkeep! Two stiff horns of gin.
And mind you,
none of that pig pee
you spigot out to these swill bellies.
I only sell the fizz, friend.
I don't make it.
Five dollars a bottle.
You insinuating
we're shortshirks in this camp, Mr...
Brady is the name.
There was a defalcating son-of-a-b*tch
down in the nations named Brady.
He sold six barrels to Chief Mo-Wi
and his Comanches.
And after them stinking redskins
got lubricated up,
they made a little war
and wiped out half of my outfit.
That's a hell of a thing, Mr...
Kileen.
Whistling Jack Kileen?
Well, now, look, Mr. Kileen.
The name Brady's as common
as hen sh*t back in the old country.
I ain't your man.
I'm only an old damn harp
out from the States
trying to make a roll.
And to show you the good faith,
gin is on the house.
That's mighty generous.
Maybe too damn generous.
All right, you jaspers,
you've had my table long enough.
- Skedaddle.
- Yeah, you don't say.
I just did.
- Aaron!
- Yup!
Watch those hide hunters.
Sure enough.
Mr. Otis, I'll pay you 500 in gold
if you'll back me
in any play made here tonight.
Who are they?
Where?
Behind your glass eye.
The long bean is Whistling Jack Kileen.
He's the meanest son-of-a-b*tch alive.
I was in Julesburg when I saw him
cut an Indian trader into 300 pieces
for selling a Winchester to Roman Nose.
And the sprag's name is Kid Jelly.
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