Dead Man Page #4

Listen...

I feel very weak.

I'm hungry.

Quest for vision is a great blessing,

William Blake.

To do so, one must go

without food and water.

All the sacred spirits...

recognize

those who fast.

It's good to prepare

for a journey in this way.

I seem to have

misplaced my eyeglasses.

I can't see clearly.

Perhaps you will see

more clearly without them.

You're a very strange man.

Very strange.

May the Great Spirit

watch over you, William Blake.

Nobody?

Nobody?

Nobody?

Nobody?

- Hey, Marvin.

- What?

How come Dickinson's telegram didn't

give no description of the horse...

this murderin'

f***er stole?

It did, Lee. A pinto,

just like that one.

White legs, brown ass,

brown sides.

It did? I don't think

it did, Marvin.

Well, you a**hole... You got the damn

telegram on you. Take it out and look.

That's right. Yeah, I got it here.

I'll check it.

Maybe I been thinkin'

of them wanted posters.

Lee! It's him!

You William Blake?

Yes, I am.

Do you know my poetry?

Some are born

to endless night.

Well, Rome weren't built

in a day, Cole.

Course, uh, I wasn't

overseein' that particular job.

Fresh kill.

Yeah. No damn tobacco,

that's for sure.

This, uh, some kind

of telegram or somethin'?

What's that say?

Dickinson again.

Oh, goddamn Dickinson. You mean

to tell me he's even got the law

involved in this now?

Jesus.

Tell you one thing. If, uh, that there

Blake fella keeps on shootin' marshals,

I'll wind up

likin' the bastard.

Looks like a goddamn

religious icon.

Anyhow, gettin' back

to the beginning of the story,

my granddaddy come over

from Scotland, you see.

He was actually part of

the Mactwill clan.

Uh, the, uh, clan tartan

was kind of gold and purple,

if I remember correctly.

I never wore

a lick of it myself.

Dropped the "Mac" part of the name

when he decided to come out West...

on account of he figured

it'd get him more work and all.

How 'bout your family history

there, Cole? Let me guess.

Kind of figured you for a German, huh?

I mean, am I right?

Am I close?

Austrian?

I'd like to speak with

Mr. Dickinson, please.

I insist on speaking

with Mr. Dickinson.

Goddamn redskins.

Oh!

- Nobody?

- William Blake.

She's upset.

She's beautiful.

- She didn't mean to call you that.

- Huh?

But you sure interrupted

a very romantic moment, William Blake.

Oh. I'm sorry.

You stay here 'til I return.

Don't let the sun burn

a hole in your ass, William Blake.

Rise now and drive

your cart and plow...

over the bones

of the dead.

Do you still have

my eyeglasses?

No. I traded 'em.

- You traded them?

- Do you have any tobacco?

No. I traded it.

- For what?

- I'm not telling.

- Liar.

- Thief.

I don't care if you were

married 16 times

I still love you

Yo-ho yo-ho-yo

I will take you to

the bridge made of waters.

The mirror.

Then you will be taken up

to the next level of the world.

The place where

William Blake is from.

Where his spirit belongs.

I must make sure that you pass back

through the mirror at the place...

where the sea

meets the sky.

White man's

trading post.

Indians get

diseases there.

What do you mean?

Smallpox,

consumption.

Blankets are infected.

It spreads

through the villages.

I see you have acquired

a new weapon.

Hmm? Oh, yes.

A Winchester.

- Here. Take it.

- No.

No, really.

Take it.

I took it off

a dead white man.

Did William Blake

kill this white man?

Yes.

William Blake killed

the white man.

We need a canoe.

Water.

"The brutal murders of Charles Dickinson

and fiance, Thel Russell.

Also the murders of

the following territorial marshals...

...deputy... Big George Drakoulious,

Benmont Tench

and one Salvatore Sally Jenko."

- It's not bad.

- Huh?

It's not a bad illustration

of you, William Blake.

Well, I want you

to have it.

- It's a present.

- Aho.

Good morning.

May you serve the Lord,

and may His holy dominion

guide you through your dismal life.

How can I be of assistance,

my poor man?

All our ammunition

is guaranteed.

This latest batch was,

in fact, personally blessed

by the archbishop of Detroit.

Good morning.

May our Lord Jesus Christ

wash this earth with His holy light...

and purge its darkest places

from heathens and philistines.

The vision of Christ

that thou dost see...

is my vision's

greatest enemy.

Do you have tobacco?

We sure don't.

Aren't those tins of tobacco

right there behind you?

Sure are, but

those cans are empty.

There's no tobacco in them.

Perhaps I could interest you

in some beads...

or possibly a blanket.

Blanket.

Yes, my fine fellow.

Ammunition.

Uh, I'd like some

tobacco, please.

Well, I may have

one or two twists left.

From my personal supply,

you understand.

For good friends only.

Good Lord.

You're William Blake.

Yes, I am.

By the grace

of the Lord Almighty.

Sir, would it be presumptuous

of me to ask you for...

for your autograph?

Please, kind sir.

It would be a great honor.

Pardon me.

There's

my autograph.

God damn your soul

to the fires of hell.

He already has.

Hootka.

I'm tired.

I'll free the horses.

I see you collected

some more white man's metal.

Yes. I seem to be

a magnet for it.

Ohh, man.

Good day for

a canoe ride.

Nobody?

Is this the boat...

that'll take me across

the mirror of water?

No.

This boat's not strong enough,

William Blake.

William Blake

is a legend now

He's a good friend

of mine

Stand up,

William Blake.

William Blake.

Ah.

Walk proudly,

William Blake.

That man there?

I know him.

He's a great builder

of sea canoes.

Hello.

I prepared your canoe

with cedar boughs.

It's time for you

to leave now, William Blake.

Time for you to go back

to where you came from.

You mean Cleveland?

Back to the place where

all the spirits came from...

and where all

the spirits return.

This world will

no longer concern you.

Found some tobacco.

The tobacco

is for your voyage,

William Blake.

Nobody.

I don't smoke.

Aho, William Blake.

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