Smith! Page #2

[gun cocking]

What's your friend holdin' a gun for?

I mean, it's only Smith.

He's scared, this place only one door.

Well, uh...yeah.

Uh... suppose we sit down here

and have a smoke, huh?

Never mind smoke. Tell him.

- Smith...

- What?

Me and Gabriel, we talk.

I tell him maybe you help,

so they don't kill him on that rope.

What kind of help, Antoine?

The sheriff, they look for Gabriel.

With them dogs.

They better not come this place.

I shoot.

Gabriel, he wants to go away.

He go with you, Smith.

Hide him in that truck.

You take him to Canada.

- What?

- It's the best way, Smith.

Oh, now wait a minute.

No, that isn't the best way.

You gotta have him turn himself in

and stand trial. That's the best way.

[speaking in Native American dialect]

No, no. You can't just run up to Canada

and hide, because they'll find ya.

- And they'll bring ya back to trial.

- [speaking in Native American dialect]

- Why do you say that?

- They kill me in that rope.

Maybe Smith right.

You go to court, Gabriel.

- No.

- You go, Gabriel. I speak for you.

OI' Antoine speak for Gabriel Jimmyboy.

Wait, you'll speak for him?

Is there something you know?

I mean, about what happened?

I know that day very well.

[speaking in Native American dialect]

Antoine, why do you talk of the past?

That has nothing to do with Gabriel.

[speaking in Native American dialect]

Oh, he know it's old man's talk.

[continues in Native American dialect]

...the General Howard.

What are you talking about General

Howard for? That was 9O years ago.

- [continues in Native American dialect]

- Now, Antoine...

We wait now.

Well, I guess the best thing we can do

is smoke a peace pipe. Here.

[continues in Native American dialect]

Smith isn't gonna like this, Ma.

It's been more than three hours. He

may be lying in a pool of blood by now.

You lock that door and don't

let anybody in. Do you hear me?

- OK, Ma.

- OK.

The policemen,

they pay $500 anybody find Gabriel.

I bring Gabriel to this court,

take $500 and get good lawyer.

- No.

- [speaks in Native American dialect]

Hey, hold it! Just wait a minute.

We don't need money for a lawyer.

The Indian Bureau will get

a lawyer for Gabriel Jimmyboy.

- You trust Indian Bureau?

- Well, sure.

Sure. You not Indian.

[horse galloping up outside]

[speaks in Native American dialect]

That's just Norah, my wife.

She's come to tell me how late it is.

Gabriel, she's not mad at you.

She's just gettin' set to bawl me out.

So long, Antoine. Bye, Gabriel.

You think over what I said. Hmm?

Are you all right?

Norah, it isn't often that I get mad.

Please don't get mad now, Smith.

- Well, you oughta know better.

- I couldn't help it.

I got to thinking of you up there

all alone with that crazy murderer.

- He could've killed you.

- You could've got us both killed.

Aw, Smith.

- Smith, Smith.

- All right.

I'm sorry. It's just that

I've been so churned up lately.

- Smith?

- What?

What about Gabriel Jimmyboy?

I told him to give himself up, but the

guy's scared they're gonna hang him.

Rightfully he should give himself up,

shouldn't he?

I don't know about "rightfully."

There's only one thing worse than being

a cow rancher:
That's being an Indian.

- [Albie] Did you ever see him?

- [Peterpaul] Sure. Lotsa times.

Does he look like...

he killed somebody?

Look like Indian.

You're a great help. [sighing]

- [whispering] Hold still.

- I'm trying to.

- Shh...

- [dog whining]

- Charlie, cut it out.

- Shh...

- Charlie, go away.

- [grunting]

- [Peterpaul] Run! He's got a gun!

- [dog barking]

- I see him. He have gun.

- You didn't see anything.

- There wasn't anybody in there.

- You sure?

Sure, I'm sure.

You got too much imagination.

- Sound like somebody with gun.

- Go back and look for yourself.

I take your word.

Maybe we oughta get out of here anyway.

Yeah.

- Let's go to the Topin Ridge and play.

- [dog barking]

- [dog growling]

- Charlie, stay!

Come on, Charlie. There's probably

rattlers in there. Come on.

[gun cocking]

It's him. It's Jimmyboy.

He kill Sam Hardy.

I no kill him. Somehow they cheat me.

I tell him he cheat. We fight. No kill.

[speaks in Native American dialect]

- You a Smith boy?

- Yes, sir.

Smith good man.

You see OI' Antoine?

- No.

- [sighing]

He say he come here. Plenty to eat.

He too old man.

He forget, I think.

- You hungry, Mr. Jimmyboy?

- No eat long time.

Listen, Mr. Jimmyboy,

we'll bring you food every day.

- And we'll have a signal.

- Eh? You tell.

No, no. I swear.

You go. If you tell...

Don't worry.

Hey! Listen, when we

come back, we'll whistle.

[whistling] Come on, Peterpaul.

Come on, Charlie.

- [cows mooing]

- [roosters crowing]

- Hello, Smith!

- Hello, Walter Charlie.

You get the barn

ready to bring hay crop, I see.

Yeah, I'm getting' the barn ready.

What's on your mind?

I've come to talk to OI' Antoine.

OI' Antoine break your

Appaloosa someday, huh?

Well, I haven't seen OI' Antoine.

I know.

OI' Antoine,

he's someplace with Gabriel Jimmyboy.

- By and by, he come to this place.

- Well, so?

I know a policeman give $500

for Gabriel Jimmyboy.

Well, suppose you find Gabriel.

You'll be a rich man.

I can't do. Too official.

Are you gonna be the

court interpreter again this year?

- Uh-huh.

- Oh, boy.

It's no good for official

to collect reward money.

You get $500.

We split. You keep $100.

I'm taking up a lot

of your valuable time, Walter.

- Hop on that bike and pedal off.

- OK, Smith.

I make good bargain.

I give you $150. No more.

Doggone it.

Look what you did!

That's all right, Smith.

I give you plenty time to think it over.

- Yeah, sure I know.

- What did Walter Charlie want?

Ah, he wanted to give me $150

if I turn in Gabriel Jimmyboy.

- Cash?

- Oh, now white lady very funny.

Come on. Quit worrying, Norah.

We're gonna make it this year.

No, we're not, Smith.

Look at that hay crop. It's full

of weeds and we're down to 78 head

on the breeding stock. The bank

said even a hundred cow ranch

- can't make the grade anymore.

- You're absolutely right.

- It's all your fault.

- Oh, Smith!

Come on, it isn't that bad. We get that

hay cut, everything's gonna be fine.

If it gets cut. If McDonald Lasheway

comes with his mowers,

and if McDonald's Indians

feel like mowing and...!

Oh, Smith!

Wishing, grunts]

[dogs barking, howling]

- That sounds like the sheriff's dogs.

- Yeah. It does.

Well, I guess Gabriel Jimmyboy

decided not to give himself up.

[dogs barking, howling]

[sighing] Well, that's another

dead-end for those old hound dogs.

[chuckling]

Smith?

- Smith?

- Yeah?

If you made a promise to someone...

I mean, if you know the

whereabouts of a certain person...

Come on, Rufus, you find him now.

You find him.

Come on, Rufus. You find him. Yeah.

Hello, Vince. Any luck?

I wasted two whole days

gettin' a search warrant.

I oughta run you in for harboring

Rate this script:0.0 / 0 votes