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Little Big Man
- PG-13
- Year:
- 1970
- 139 min
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I am, beyond a doubt,
the last of the old-timers.
My name is Jack Crabb.
And I am the sole white survivor
of the Battle
of Little Big Horn...
uh... uh...
popularly known
as Custer's Last Stand.
Well...
Mr. Crabb, I'm more interested
in the primitive lifestyle
of the Plains Indian
than I am in the...
Tall tales?!
Are you calling me a liar?
- No, no...
- Huh?
No, it's just that...
I'm interested
in the way of life
shall we say, adventure.
You think the Battle of Little
Big Horn was... was a...
...was an adventure?
Oh, sh*t.
Little Big Horn was not
representative of...
encounters between Whites
and Indians, Mr. Crabb.
You see the...
near genocide of the Indian...
The... the... the near what?!
Near genocide.
It means:
"extermination;the killing off
of an entire people. "
That's practically
what we did to the Indian.
But of course, I wouldn't expect
an old Indian fighter like you
to agree with me.
Turn that thing on.
I beg your pardon?
I said, turn that thing on
and shut up.
Now you just set there,
and you'll learn something.
I knowed General
George Armstrong Custer
for what he was.
And I also knowed the Indians...
for what they was.
when I was ten years old,
my family...
in crossin' the Great Plains...
was wiped out
by a band of wild Indians.
Everybody was killed or drug off
by them murderin' varmints,
except me
and my sister Caroline.
Good-bye, Jack.
I'll see you in heaven.
Good-bye, Caroline.
We didn't know
the difference then,
but it was a band of Pawnee
what attacked us before.
I ain't had no use for Pawnee
ever since.
But this one wasn't a Pawnee.
He was a Cheyenne brave.
I later got to know him well.
His name was
Shadow That Comes In Sight.
At first sight
of an Indian camp,
what you think is, "I see
their dump, where's the camp?"
His name was Old Lodge Skins,
who later become my granddaddy.
What do they want, Caroline?
It's as plain as day
what they want, Jack.
What?
Me.
To show good manners,
with our oldest male survivor.
They didn't know I was a woman.
That explains why
they didn't rape me right off.
I don't think they're gonna
bother you, Caroline.
No such luck, Jack.
They'll get me tonight,
for sure.
have no luck with men.
I reckoned she figured
we both couldn't get away,
and she'd send help back
to rescue me.
Next morning, I found myself
in that Indian camp all alone.
But the Cheyenne, who call
themselves the "Human Beings,"
had no idea to hurt me.
I was an honored guest,
and they gave me a real treat
for breakfast:
Boiled dog.Dog ain't bad, neither.
Now dog is greasy, I'll admit,
but you'd be surprised
how downright delicate
the flavor is,
especially when you're starving.
You see, the Human Beings
adopted me as one of their own.
Shadow That Comes In Sight
taught me the bow and arrow
and how to stalk game.
Burns Red In The Sun
showed me how to protect
my pale skin from sunburn.
some Indians, like Burns Red,
will sunburn their own selves.
But my real teacher
was my adopted grandpa,
Old Lodge Skins.
He taught me to read a trail,
the Cheyenne language,
and lots of other things.
For a boy,
it was a kind of paradise.
I wasn't just playing Indian,
I was living Indian.
I was small for my years.
In fact, a durn near runt.
The Pawnee stole
seven of our ponies.
There's gonna be a war party.
But you can't go.
You're too little
and weak like a girl.
Run away now or I'll kick you.
of fistfightin',
and it plum amazed 'em.
How did you do that?
I'm sorry, Younger Bear.
I didn't mean to hurt you.
The Indian way...
having conquered his body,
you want his spirit as well.
I had made the first
real enemy of my life.
There once was a Human Being,
and he was very small,
but he won a name:
Little Man.
You've heard of him.
No, Grandfather.
He went on a war party
against the Pawnees.
But the Pawnees were many.
One by one, the Human
Beings were rubbed out.
Little Man was very brave.
The Pawnees called out to him,
"If you will quit fighting,
we will let you go. "
But Little Man answered,
"It's a good day to die. "
Finally, they cut off his head.
But he kept fighting
without his head.
He rode among the Pawnees
like a whirlwind.
And his head...
it was stuck on a spear...
started to shout the war cry.
The Pawnees could take no more,
and they ran away.
When they looked back,
they saw the body of Little Man
lie down among his friends.
Little Man was small,
but his bravery was big.
The Human Beings don't require
a boy to be a warrior
if he ain't got
the temperament for it,
If he wanted to stay behind
with the women
that was all right
with the Human Beings.
We will leave the ponies here.
You two will hold them.
No! I don't want to stay here.
I want to go to the Pawnee camp.
You!
You aren't even a Human Being!
You're white.
He didn't believe it himself.
Younger Bear was just trying
to hand me
Little white man.
Fool poor Pawnee.
Big fooling.
You want to eat?
Sh*t, Pawnees was always
sucking up to whites.
Little white man not mad, huh?
See? Pawnee friend.
See?!
Fixes bad Injun
I always felt kind of bad
about that poor Pawnee.
I didn't mean to kill him.
I had made a real enemy
of Younger Bear.
I give you these ponies...
but... I owe you a life.
Saving his life
was the final insult.
This boy is no longer a boy.
He's a brave.
He is little in body,
but his heart is big.
His name shall be
"Little Big Man. "
I don't understand it,
Grandfather.
Why would they kill
women and children?
Because they are strange.
They do not seem to know
where the center
of the Earth is.
We must have
a war on these cowards
and teach them a lesson.
This will be the first time,
my son,
I face the whites as an enemy.
I don't know
whether you remember
before you became a Human Being,
and as dear a son to me as those
I made with Buffalo Wallow
Woman and the others...
But I won't speak of
that unfortunate time.
I just want to say,
if you believe
riding against these
white creatures is bad,
you can stay out of the fight.
No one will think the worse.
Grandfather,
I think it's a good day to die.
I'm sorry to say
that Old Lodge Skins' war
against the whites
was kind of pitiful.
Not that the Human Being
wasn't brave.
No warrior ever
walked the earth
more brave than a Human Being.
Old Lodge Skins' idea of war
and the whites' idea of war
were kind of different.
Half our party
didn't even use weapons.
What they done was "take coup,"
hit the enemy
with a little stick.
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