Hostiles Page #4

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(SNICKERS)

Funny you're toting

them savages up north.

It goes to show

things have changed...

Before long, we'll be giving

them their land back.

What got into you?

I ain't never laid a hand

on anybody

who didn't deserve it.

I don't know how you done it

all these years, Captain.

Seeing all the things

you've seen.

Doing all the things

you've done.

Makes you feel inhuman

after a while.

You just

gotta take your dues.

Suppose I will.

But if it's just

you and me talking,

we both know

it could just as easily

be you sitting here

in these chains.

But I was just doing my job.

What's going

to happen to him?

They'll hang him.

-I'm gonna help them wash up.

-They can handle it.

And so can I.

(MANDOLIN PLAYING)

MALLOY:
(SINGING)

Oh, how shall a sparrow fly

Or have the heart to sing

If all she can do is cry

About her broken wings

(HORSE WHINNIES)

If all she can do is cry

About her broken wings

(LITTLE BEAR

SPEAKING CHEYENNE)

(SPEAKING CHEYENNE)

Thomas, you stay with Wills.

Kidder, watch the camp.

(SPEAKING CHEYENNE)

-MUNY:
Get up.

-MAN:
What?

Get your f***ing ass up.

I heard something.

You making all the noise

out here?

Huh? Waking us the f*** up?

-(GRUNTING)

-(ROSALIE GROANING)

(SPEAKING CHEYENNE)

(JOE SPEAKING CHEYENNE)

MUNY:

It's nothing.

JOE:

Metz.

Malloy.

-(GUNSHOT)

-(GRUNTING)

(GRUNTS AND SCREAMS)

(GRUNTING

AND SCREAMING CONTINUES)

-(KNIFE STABS)

-(MAN GROANS)

(NOISE STOPS)

(PANTING)

Malloy's dead.

(GASPING)

WILLS:

Reckon they're lucky

it was no Comanche

raping them.

They'd cut them

stem to stern.

I once knew a woman

down in Texas

whose nose was burnt

clean to the bone.

Flesh gone.

Nostrils wide open.

Then they cut

her beau's sack off, too,

and stuffed his testicles

in his mouth

while he was

squirming around.

That's enough, Wills.

Just telling the truth.

A man that's done

what you done,

telling the truth

won't help.

How's that, Lieutenant?

You know what he means.

You and that yellow-eyed chief

over there done worse than me.

Hell of a lot worse

and you know it.

I've seen you butcher

women and children.

It ain't right, judging me.

None of you.

I'm a honest

and decent man,

and more than handy.

If you need me to watch

them demons for you,

I sure as hell will.

I fought alongside you.

We're all guilty of something.

I'm just asking for mercy.

Mercy.

Who've you become, Joe?

Letting me die

by the gallows,

and saving this savage.

I mean...

You ain't who

I thought you was.

I would've died for you.

And my brothers-in-arms

did die for you.

What did you do?

You sent them to their deaths.

You owe them.

You owe them your life.

Spitting on your men's graves

saving this savage.

And if

you don't avenge them,

then what did they die for?

Kidder, put him back

on the tree.

Yes, sir.

Get up.

Come on.

You ain't who I thought

you was.

(YELLOW HAWK COUGHING)

Morning.

I'm afraid

that we're gonna have

to break camp and, um...

I was wondering if you think

you might be able

to ride or...

I can get a travois

ready for you.

I can ride.

Thank you.

Yes, ma'am.

(SPEAKING CHEYENNE)

(THUNDER RUMBLING)

I'm gonna drown

out here, Captain!

Shut up, Wills.

We're all wet.

Treating me worse

than your goddamn animals!

Kidder, get him coffee

when it lets up.

-Yes, sir.

-(COUGHS)

JOE:

Mrs. Quaid?

You, uh... You okay in here?

Need anything?

A blanket or something?

I don't need anything.

Thank you.

Where are you sleeping?

I'll have one of the boys

fix me up a place here.

That's nonsense.

Get in here

and out of the rain.

You sure?

-Of course I'm sure.

-METZ:
Joe?

What're you doing, Tommy?

(HORSE WHINNIES)

I gotta move on.

What're you talking about?

You get back inside your tent.

You're gonna freeze.

I don't feel anything.

You've been

a good friend, Joe.

(SPEAKING CHEYENNE)

Here.

Captain don't want

you freezing to death.

(WILLS COUGHING)

Hey.

(GASPING AND COUGHING)

You all right?

Hold on.

Hold on.

(CHAIN RATTLING)

Put your head back.

(GRUNTS)

(GRUNTING CONTINUES)

(THUNDER RUMBLING)

KIDDER:

Oh, jeez, don't-- don't shoot!

(GUNSHOT)

-(GASPS)

-(HORSE WHINNIES)

Oh, God.

THOMAS:

Captain!

-Captain!

-(GUNSHOTS)

Son of a b*tch!

Ah, Jesus.

Kidder!

That bastard!

He jumped him.

I'll get the horses.

No, no, no, no.

I got him.

He'll bleed out

inside a day.

I can't risk any more

men's lives

for that son of a b*tch.

(HORSE WHINNIES)

Tommy!

Get back here, Tommy!

Tommy!

(YELLOW HAWK

PRAYING IN CHEYENNE)

(PRAYING CONTINUES)

(SPEAKING CHEYENNE)

(SPEAKING CHEYENNE)

Oh, Jesus, Captain.

(JOE GASPING)

He got him, sir.

He got him good.

Bury him?

(INHALES)

(SHUDDERS)

(EXHALES)

Give me a moment.

And, Thomas,

we set camp here tonight.

Yes, sir.

ROSALIE:
Sometimes I envy

the finality of death.

The certainty.

And I have to drive

those thoughts away

when I'm weak.

We'll never get used

to the Lord's

rough ways, Joseph.

(YELLOW HAWK COUGHS)

(COUGHING CONTINUES)

Thank you for kindness.

Your spirit...

You... Within me.

Me... Within you.

Thank you.

ROSALIE:

Montana?

JOE:

Yeah.

Will he make it?

He's taking

his last breaths.

(SPEAKING CHEYENNE)

(SPEAKING CHEYENNE)

Billy Dixon.

Tully McClain.

Edwin Tate.

(COUGHING)

(SPEAKING CHEYENNE)

(SPEAKING CHEYENNE)

(STONES CLATTER)

Thomas.

Name's Cyrus Lounde.

These are my boys.

This here's my land

and I want you

the hell off it.

I seen you traipsing through

my fields with that sorry Red.

And I don't like it one bit.

JOE:

Mr. Lounde.

This land here

is his rightful burial place.

(CHUCKLES)

Where we come from,

Natives ain't got no rights.

President's orders.

There ain't no writing

on no paper,

president or not,

can tell me what I can

and can't do on my property.

Hey. I ain't telling you

one more time.

Get your sh*t,

your dead Cheyenne,

and get the hell out of here.

This is my land!

Now, goddammit!

(GUN CLICKS)

-(SIGHS)

-You just ain't hearing me.

You just ain't hearing me.

CYRUS:
We ain't telling you

one more time.

That savage stays here,

you better make room

for several more

right next to him.

Well, he ain't moving.

Something tells me

you ain't got the nerve

to fire that, woman.

(GUNSHOTS)

(GROANS)

(GROANS)

(GROANS)

(GRUNTS)

(SPEAKING CHEYENNE)

(GRUNTS)

(CYRUS GROANING)

(GROANS)

(GROANING CONTINUES)

(CYRUS SCREAMS)

(JOE GRUNTS)

(STEAM HISSING)

CONDUCTOR:

4:
30 outbound for Chicago.

4:
30. Last call. Chicago.

All aboard.

Well...

I suppose this is it.

Came sooner than I thought.

You're a fine man,

Joe Blocker.

We can't thank you enough.

(SOBS)

(JOE SPEAKING CHEYENNE)

(SPEAKING CHEYENNE)

ROSALIE:

Whatever may come,

I want the best for you.

I...

Come on.

Thank you.

(TRAIN WHISTLE BLOWS)

(MUSIC PLAYING)

(MUSIC PLAYING)

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