Chato's Land Page #5
- PG
- Year:
- 1972
- 100 min
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and to die in thy favor.
No promises now,
Quincey.
May god pity the man
and that...
and that breed.
[Hall]
Even an apache woman's
got to slow down soon.
[Quincey]
I doubt
if the woman's
with him now.
[Nye]
Sure leavin'
a good trail.
[Quincey] he
ain't runnin'.
[Hall] well, you
think he'd make
a fight of it?
When he chooses.
[Josh] Quincey, you know,
I think he's doubled
back on himself.
I think he's leadin' us
in a circle.
I noticed.
Well, what's he doin'?
He's pickin'
his ground, Id say.
What's that
supposed to mean?
To you this is
so much bad land,
rock, scrub desert,
and then more rock,
a hard land that the sun has
sucked all the good out of.
You can't farm it,
you can't carve it out
and call it your own,
so you damn it to hell,
and it all looks the same.
That's our way.
To the breed, now,
it's his land.
He don't expect it
to give him much,
and he don't
force it none.
And to him,
it's almost human,
a livin', active thing.
And it'll give him
a good place
to make his fight
against us.
You know, sometimes
you spook me, Quincey.
[Speaking Spanish]
Where?
Just one horse
goin' that way.
Maybe he cut
the other one loose.
Maybe, maybe not.
He's cut back
and got behind us.
We'd best backtrack
and see if we can find out
where he turned off.
What if he went
straight on?
We lose a little time.
Better that
than a scalp or two.
You're guessin', Captain.
We're both guessin'.
All right, Quincey,
what do we do?
Spread out and find
where he turned off.
Keep a sharp eye.
The breed ain't gonna
give us much ground
for mistakes.
What's the matter?
Look about you,
Jubal.
Wouldn't you say
that this is...
about as good a place
as you can find
to do your killin'?
If he was up there
in those rocks,
we'd be easy
to cut off.
Well, we'll just have
to climb a bit, that's all.
And climb
right into him?
He can't be
on both sides.
Well, behind us
or in front of us,
once we start
scramblin' up there,
we've lost
our mobility.
We'd be like
lame men.
It's too steep,
and we got horses.
We can't pull our horses
up through there,
not and move fast.
Do you think
he's up there, Quincey?
Well, he might be.
Aw, he's got you so you're
scared to move, Captain.
He's only a lousy Indian.
He's half apache.
We're 10 men!
This morning,
we were 11.
You seem awful sure
he'll make a stand of it.
We raped his woman
and killed his kin.
Do we wait for dark?
That wouldn't
give us much.
We'd have to ride fast
over blind ground.
We pull back.
Try to find a way
around it.
We'd lose
too much time.
You're blind, Jubal.
You can't see
for hate.
Try to go
around?
That might take
5 or 10 miles.
We'd lose what's
left of today
and half
of tomorrow
tryin' to pick up
his trail again.
Why, Id kill
the man
who'd let
that breed get away!
I told you that
this morning,
and I mean it!
Mount.
Keep low and...
and ride like hell.
Ho!
Hyah!
Hyah!
[Shouting and whistling]
[Gunshot]
Hyah! Hyah!
Quincey! Josh!
[Gunshot]
It's Hall.
Somebody's got to
go back for him.
No. He's probably
dead, Gavin.
How do you know?
Maybe he's
just wounded.
You better hope
he's dead.
This falls on you, Jubal.
You'd do well, Quincey,
to close your mouth.
We know where
the breed is.
We can box him in
on that ridge.
There's 100 ways
out of there.
Logan, Malechie,
stay with the horses.
We'll go in.
Right, matey.
Come on.
[Groaning]
Ah!
Over here!
Quick!
Sweet mother
of whores.
It's a...
it's a hell of a place
to die in.
There ain't
no good places.
I guess not.
The breed came.
He grabbed my hair,
just stared at me.
I guess Josh was right
about that coyote.
God, I don't
want to die.
Let's get him
out of here!
Come on, Hall.
Easy, Hall.
[Malechie]
O lord, we beseech thee,
mercifully hear our prayers
confess their sins unto thee.
[Coughing]
And they whose consciences
by sin are accused
may be absolved,
through Christ, our lord.
Amen.
Have mercy on me,
o god,
according to thy
loving kindness.
According to the multitude
of thy tender mercies,
blot out my
transgressions.
Wash me thoroughly
from my iniquity
and cleanse me
from my sins,
for I acknowledge
my transgressions.
My sin is ever
before me.
Against thee,
thee only have I sinned.
I've done this evil
in thy sight.
Your words are
no use, Scotsman.
Close your book.
My mind's on a...
in Lordsburg.
[Breathing heavily]
lNye, Nye, once I knew
# once I had
[Burps]
in Lordsburg #
# eyes like berries
# and lips
like cherries... #
[Gunshot]
[Gunshot]
Come at us!
He's just lettin' you know
he's out there.
Are you just
gonna leave him?
Weli...
we can't sit
around here all day
waitin' for
him to die.
I've had my fill
of you, Jubal.
Go, then.
And god mark you
for the man
that you are.
[C*cks gun]
Don't drop
that hammer.
[Coughing]
[Gunshot]
[Gunshots]
He's got us
in the open.
Anybody see where
them shots come from?
From the hills
somewhere.
[Josh]
Quincey!
Quincey!
Get on your horses
and ride out of rifle range.
Quincey, my shoulder,
I think it's broke.
Can you make it
to the horses?
I'll have to.
[Horse whinnying]
Hyah!
Hyah!
Ha! Ha!
Ha!
Get him
down.
Easy.
He's up in them
high rocks.
We can circle wide
and get behind him.
Malechie, you stay
with the horses.
[Dog growling]
Right.
[Thud]
Ugh.
[Groaning]
Nothing?
Nothing.
The breed
got him.
Yeah.
Can't be sure
of that.
Yeah, I think
we can.
It's as if the ground
had opened
and
devoured him.
You can't fight
what you can't see.
He'll hunt us down...
one after one...
till we're
all gone.
It looks bad.
Josh needs
doctoring.
[Quincey]
Harve's right.
He won't make it
without help.
We're goin' back
tomorrow.
[Jubal]
No.
Nobody is runnin'
from this.
Stay if you
want, Jubal.
The rest of us are...
goin' back
in the morning.
You saw Earl.
You all saw
what was done.
If I don't get
to a doctor, Ill die.
Looks that way.
You want
blood for blood,
don't you,
Jubal?
We came here
to hang
a murderin' breed,
and hang him
we will.
What's the matter
with you?
He's got
us beat.
Can't you see that?
Brother...
looks like Harvey's
lost his taste for justice.
You came to hunt a man
because he was half apache.
You raped and killed
to feed your hunger.
In the name of god,
don't call it justice.
Ha ha! Listen
to our bible tongue.
What sets
you apart?
You rode
with us.
You got the same dirt
we got.
We got 3...
maybe 4 dead
and one bad wounded.
We're goin' home
in the morning.
Damn you to hell,
Quincey Whitmore.
I've taken enough
of your words.
Now I don't want
to kill you, Quincey,
but by god's
own eyes, I will,
right here and now,
where you stand
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Submitted on August 05, 2018
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