Little Big Man Page #7
- PG-13
- Year:
- 1970
- 139 min
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Our motto here is
"Whatever you want,
we've got it. "
Well, Jack.
Now you know.
This is a house of ill fame,
and I'm a fallen flower.
That widow hadn't lost
her style one bit.
"A fallen flower. "
Chokes me up to think about it.
This life is not only wicked
and sinful,
it isn't even any fun.
No, I reckon, I reckon not,
Miss Pendrake.
If I was married
and could come here
once or twice a week,
well, it might be fun.
But every night?
It's just boring.
Oh, I can understand that.
I can't seem to save any money.
Well, if I could just
save a few dollars
I could go to visit
my-my maiden aunt in Washington.
New clothes, a carriage.
And who knows,
Oh! You'd make a good wife
for a senator
Miss Pendrake.
Do you know,
about you?
Huh?
Oh, yes.
Several times.
I almost gave in to temptation.
And now... here we are.
Miss Pendrake,
what are you doing?
Do you know that once
I tiptoed into your room,
and stood over you
for the longest time?
It was the most awful
temptation to wake you up.
I wish that I had.
It would have been
deliciously wicked.
Is anything
the matter, Jack?
No.
Then I'll wait for you in the...
place of retirement.
You should have
woke me up that night
years ago, Miss Pendrake.
This is from Wild Bill.
It was his last wish
that you go to Washington
and live with your maiden aunt.
His last wish
was to save me?
Oh, Jack.
I must honor that wish.
You can do it, Miss Pendrake.
Yes, I can...
and I will.
I got to go now.
Good-bye, Miss Pendrake.
Oh, good-bye, Jack.
And thank you ever so much.
Oh, and Jack...
...if you're ever
in Washington, do look me up.
How are things with you,
Mr. Meriweather?
Splendid.
Well, now, look at that.
Buffalo hides.
There's a world of money
chewing grass
on those plains, Jack.
There goes
Buffalo Bill himself.
Oh...
Yes, sir.
Multiply that by thousands.
Little Jack, the buffalo
is getting scarce.
You were raised by Indians.
You should
know how to track them.
Yeah, but...
We could make a killing, Jack.
Haven't changed a bit, Jack.
Neither have you.
You'd better watch out,
Mr. Meriweather.
They're whittlin' you down
pretty serious.
You can't afford to lose
any more of your parts.
Every business
has a particle of risk.
Bye, dear boy.
That was my low.
I had reached the bottom.
I'd become a hermit.
I went deep in the wilderness,
as far away as I could get.
Then one day,
I found something
trappers see fairly regular.
its own foot
to escape from the trap.
Something snapped in my head.
I decided
life wasn't fit to live
and the only thing to do
was to mingle
with the twinkling stars.
Good-bye, Jack.
Good-bye, Little Big Man.
At that moment,
I really was crazy
and I was darn near
off that cliff when...
The time had come
to look the devil in the eye
and send him to hell
where he belonged.
The only question was,
how to get him there?
Sergeant, take this man...
...and give him some clothes.
This man will be invaluable
to me, Major.
Invaluable, sir?
I almost hanged that man
as a renegade.
Now, he asks me for a job
as a scout.
Oh, his game
is very obvious... to lead me
away from his Indian friends.
I still don't quite
follow you, General.
Anything that man tells me
will be a lie.
Therefore, he will be
a perfect reverse barometer.
Isn't that correct?
Of course, General.
Move them out, men. Ho!
In my belief,
Custer's hate for the Indians
and his ambition
had combined on him.
dramatic victory
over the Indians
to be nominated for
President of the United States.
That is a true historical fact.
Men, hold!
We will take brief refreshment.
Water only!
Dismount!
Water break!
Oh, excuse me, Lieutenant.
It's the celibacy of the saddle.
I had muscle spasms all night.
The poison from the goo-nads.
Poison from the what, sir?
Goo-nads.
That's medical terminology.
General, it's my duty as your...
The poison rises
from the goo-nads
to the throat and then seeps
down to various muscles.
General...
the Crows want to know
if you're going down
in the Medicine Tail Coulee.
Oh, they do, do they?
Yes, sir, they do.
They claim they want time
to sing their death song.
Tell the Crows they're women!
But, sir...
if the hostiles
come in behind us,
and if they're
waiting for us down below,
we'll never get out of there.
Hostiles behind us?
I see no hostiles behind us.
Do you see any hostiles
behind us, Major?
No, sir, not at the moment...
Then, then, then...
...stop trying to cause
a reversal
of a Custer decision.
But, sir, wouldn't it...
wouldn't it be best
to send a squad down
Medicine Tail Coulee?
No, it wouldn't.
But, sir...
may I ask, sir, why it wouldn't?
Because Major, it would cost us
the vital element of surprise.
Surprise? General,
they know we're here.
Yes, but they don't know
without mercy.
But, General,
that's no surprise.
Of course it is.
Nothing is this world
is more surprising
than the attack without mercy.
General...
General, I must protest
this impetuous decision.
A Custer decision, impetuous?
Grant called me impetuous, too!
The drunkard.
Sitting there
in the White House,
calling me impetuous!
General, General,
I implore you to reconsider.
Think of the men
whose lives depend upon you.
What do you think
I should do, mule skinner?
Sir, that man
doesn't know anything.
What do you say, mule skinner?
Should I go down there
or withdraw?
I had him.
But this time
what I held in my hand
wasn't a knife
but the truth.
Well?
What's your answer,
mule skinner?
General...
you go down there.
You're advising me
to go into the Coulee?
Yes, sir.
There are no Indians there,
I suppose?
I didn't say that.
There are thousands
of Indians down there.
And when they get done with you,
there won't be nothing left
but a greasy spot.
This ain't the Washita
River, General.
And them ain't helpless women
They're Cheyenne brave
and Sioux.
You go down there
if you got the nerve.
aren't you, mule skinner?
You want me to think that you
don't want me to go down there,
you really don't want me
to go down there.
Well, are you
reassured now, Major?
Men of the seventh!
The hour of victory
is at hand!
Onward to Little Big Horn
and glory!
We've caught them napping!
Sound the charge!
We have them on the run, men!
Take no prisoners!
Now we've got them, men!
Men, Custer's with you!
Custer's honor!
Stay with me!
What are they doing?
Why aren't they charging?
Fight! Stand up and fight!
Fools! They're shooting
their own horses.
Arrest them! Arrest them!
Bugler! Sound the charge!
We've got to make breast-works!
I know all about that, Major.
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