Ernest Goes to Camp Page #6
- PG
- Year:
- 1987
- 92 min
- 313 Views
Yeah.
[Vehicle approaches]
[Brakes squeak, engine stops]
[Car door closes]
Mr. Wind Cloud...
Ah, this looks like
a museum.
Ha ha ha! I can feel
the history here.
Mr. Wind Cloud,
I am Sherman Krader,
Krader Mining Corporation.
My attorney, Mr. Blatz, has
conveyed to you my very...
[Birds chirping]
My attorney, Mr. Blatz,
has conveyed to you
my very generous offer
a portion of land that you,
as one of the last members
of your tribe, control.
I'll... and I'm here
to double that offer.
I know it's not
very fair to me,
but, um, I realize
there's a lot
of sentimental
attachment here,
and I'm prepared
to offer you
a 10% royalty
on all the petrocite
that we can mine out of
the Kikakee area... 10%!
Mr. Wind Cloud...
Mr. Wind Cloud,
I don't think you understand.
Now, you'd be a fool
not to sign this paper.
Mr. Wind Cloud,
you have to sign this paper!
It's your patriotic duty!
[Pen clicks]
Do you understand
a word I've been saying?
Uh, chief...
your canoe
is in the river.
Oh, I'm sorry.
I didn't know
you had company.
[Speaking
native language]
Excuse me.
I'm, uh, Bob Wilson...
maybe you could help me...
Department of, uh, Soils
and Water Conservation.
Um, I'm having a little
problem communicating
with, uh,
Mr. Wind Cloud here.
You see,
there's a... there's,
um, a strip-mining company
on the upper part
of the river.
I'm getting
all the landowners here
to sign this petition
to stop their activities
before they completely
ruin the river.
Now, maybe you can
[Laughs] "talk" to him.
Ha ha ha.
And get him
to sign this.
Communicating with your
Native-American cultures
is a specialty of mine.
I'm bilingual.
It's a difficult skill,
but one which I acquired
after years of study.
Mister, you have come
to the right man.
No problemo.
Comprendo, dj vu?
Yes, I do. Yeah.
Thank you.
[Speaks
native language]
This is a sad day
for Kamp Kikakee.
I've got here a signed order
that says
the camp's got to close.
Oh, man.
What?
I'm sorry, fellas.
We're gonna have to pack
and leave.
What's happened?
This doesn't make
any sense.
control of the land
the day after tomorrow.
They're gonna move in
their heavy equipment,
and they are going to destroy
everything around here
looking for some mineral.
I'm sorry, guys.
I'm sorry this happened.
Somebody had to...
[Sighs]
...fast-talk the chief
into signing.
Ohhh.
Uh. [Sighs]
Okay, guys, let's get packed up.
We got to get out of here.
There are only
two people here
who can communicate
with grandfather.
l-lt's all a great big
misunderstanding.
I'll fix it up,
know what I mean?
I'll fix it.
You'll see.
[Brakes squeak]
Man, this is such
a major bummer.
What are we gonna do?
Go back
to the institution.
What else?
I was gettin'
to like it here.
Hey, I ain't goin' back
to no institution.
- Me neither.
- No way.
Nobody's gonna have to
go anywhere.
I knew you'd think
of something, Ernest.
You've got a plan?
Yep.
thing once and for all.
Yeah,
settle it, Ernest.
Yeah,
this I want to see.
Course, I might have to
jack a few jaws,
pass out a couple
of knuckle sandwiches.
All right!
Now you're talking!
- Come on, fellas.
Let's watch the man work.
- Yeah.
[Bed squeaks]
See these hands, huh?
Huh? Huh? You see 'em?
If I put these hands
in my pockets,
I will be arrested for carrying
concealed deadly weapons,
know what I mean?
- Whoa!
- Whoa!
- Whoa!
- Yeah!
- Yeah!
Go! Whoo!
[Jackhammer pounds]
[Brakes squeak]
I want to talk to the punk
who is responsible for
the actions of this company.
Now!
Ah heh. Ohhh.
Ah heh heh heh heh.
Ohh.
Ah heh heh heh heh
heh heh heh.
Come on, Ernest.
Destroy
the evil vigilance!
Come on, Ernest!
You got him! You got him!
He's not that big.
Jack his jaw, Ernest.
Yeah!
Turn out his lights!
Oh, I don't know.
I-I think his jaw
looks pretty well jacked.
Real nice.
Ah heh heh heh heh.
Nice hat, too.
Heh heh heh heh.
Uhh!
Come on, Ernest!
Get up!
- Come on! Come on!
- Let's go, man!
[Men cheering]
If he comes over here
and bothers us again,
I'm gonna give him one
of these over here
and one of those
over there.
- Ha ha ha ha!
- [Whack, thud]
What are you doing?!
Hey!
Ha ha ha ha!
[Crunch]
No! Let me go!
Aaahh!
- Moose, get back here!
- Aw, man!
All right, come on,
Ernest! Get up!
You okay, son?
You can do it!
Come on!
Uh!
Uh!
Uh!
[Indistinct talking]
Uh!
Ha ha!
Get up, man!
Get up!
Get off the ground, man.
Ha ha ha ha!
Uh.
Ohh!
[Men cheering]
[Thud]
He's all over with.
Ha ha ha ha!
Give me a hand
over here, bud.
Let's get this laid out.
I guess there ain't much
to Ernest.
Yeah, he ain't nothin'.
Jack his jaw, Ernest.
That's a bunch of bull.
[Exhales deeply]
[Breathing heavily]
I believe in you, Ernest.
But there's just some things
you can't do nothin' about.
[Sighs deeply]
I had the first two
or three of them
And then the others
jumped me.
That was a brave thing
you did, Ernest.
Almost makes up for the dumb
thing you did with granddad.
I wish
I could have been there.
It wasn't a place
for women.
was not a pretty sight.
Ernest
"The Hammer" Worrell,
warrior of the sacred land
of our fathers...
or your fathers.
I could have...
I had them...
[Crying]
This place...
and these kids...
It's everything to me.
I was a counselor.
I had everything.
And now it's all gone.
[Crying]
[Thunder rumbles]
[Rain falling]
Gee, I'm glad it's raining
There's always somethin'
to be thankful for
I'm awfully glad
it's raining
'Cause no one sees your
teardrops when it pours
And no one knows
the thunder
Is your heartbreak
in disguise
They think
the rainy night's
What put that sad look
in your eyes
Sure, I'm glad it's raining
The gentle rhythm
soothes the pain inside
I'm glad the stars
aren't shinin'
A wounded warrior needs
a place to hide
Till the end
What they wanted was a hero
All I needed was a friend
Gee, I'm glad it's raining
I hope the mornin' sun
won't come up soon
As long as it keeps raining
right in two
Till the end
What they wanted was a hero
All I needed was a friend
Sure, I'm glad it's raining
I'm awfully glad
it's raining
[Birds chirping]
What are you boys
doing here?
You should have gone
with the others.
We ain't going back.
[Knife clicks]
You can't stay here.
They're going to wipe out
this whole area soon.
Where's Ernest?
Probably packing
his stuff.
He's dumber than a bucket full
of hair, ain't he?
You know what dumb is?
Dumb is not knowing
who your friends are.
Ernest is the only person
in the world
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