Smith! Page #3

a fugitive from justice.

- Oh, I wouldn't try that.

- You see this rag?

Well, it's got Gabriel Jimmyboy's

scent all over it.

All right, now where you hiding him?

Well, I'll tell ya, I'm hiding him...

...in an old copper mine.

All right, get those stupid dogs goin'.

[dogs howling]

[chuckling] I'll even odds Gabriel's

a hundred miles away from here by now.

- [laughing]

- No, he isn't, Smith.

You were right.

He is in the old copper mine.

Ah, doesn't matter. Those dogs...

He's where?

In the old copper mine

at the Tokin Ridge.

Me and Peterpaul brought him food.

Albie, in ten years I haven't

laid one single hand on you.

- [dogs howling]

- He's awful nice, Smith.

He couldn't'a done it.

If Vince gets there first,

there's gonna be shootin'.

- [dogs howling]

- [indistinct shouting]

[dogs barking, howling]

[dogs barking, howling]

Yeah, we got 'em now, eh?

- Gabriel Jimmyboy?

- [voice echoing in mine]

This is a police officer.

Come outwith your hands up.

I'll give you just five seconds.

And if you don't come out,

we'll come in and get ya.

- One...! Two...!

- [dogs barking]

Three...! Four...!

Five!

All right, let 'em go.

[howls echoing]

- We got 'em now.

- [dogs barking, howling]

Well, get those dogs!

I guess Mr. Jimmyboy wasn't in there.

Yeah, it's lucky for Vince he wasn't.

[chuckling]

[dogs howling]

Smith, what will they do with

Gabriel Jimmyboy when they catch him?

Well, I wouldn't worry about that.

They haven't caught him yet.

- Hey, did you find that Indian?

- What does it look like?

[men laughing]

Let those idiots go!

Would you do what I tell ya?

[dogs barking, howling]

Vince, put that gun away.

Sheriff, I've been

trailing him ever since Bear Creek.

You never trail nothing. OI' Antoine

brought him in here a half hour ago.

- [dogs howling]

- Get them fool dogs outta here.

- Make your mark, Antoine.

- Wait a minute, Chief. What is this?

Antoine bring in Gabriel Jimmyboy.

Get $500.

You're not gonna let him

get away with that, are ya?

Antoine, you go sit at my desk.

- Lock up the prisoner, Vince.

- Just a minute, chief.

I've been working on this case

night and day.

Will you do like I tell ya?

Now just put your mark on there,

Antoine. We'll see you get your money.

[honking horn]

[tires screeching]

- [horn honking]

- [horse squealing]

[both laughing]

[speaks in Native American dialect]

Soda pop.

[brakes squealing]

Smith...?

Vince is just pulling up.

Look, Gabriel, you just gotta

sorta take things easy 'cause...

...everything's gonna

turn out all right.

I don't know, Smith.

Maybe was better to go to Canada.

- Maybe now they kill me in that rope.

- Nobody's gonna kill ya.

You're gonna get a fair trial.

Now you just... you must...

You just must believe that.

Not easy to believe, Smith.

Now you listen with your head.

You stop thinkin' about that rope.

You just... just stop.

- OK, Smith.

- [whispering] Smith!

OK.

Smith...

You believe I don't do this thing?

Well, why do you think I came here?

[man] All right, Smith. Look out.

Smith, you don't have to come back.

I'm takin' him to Williamstown.

They'll keep him down there

till the trial starts.

- OK.

- Oh, and Smith?

They're gonna convict that Indian

as sure as you're standing there.

Now you're... You're just brimmin' over

with humanity, aren't ya?

You can afford all

that humanity stuff, I can't.

After all, I gotta risk my neck

with these people.

That's no reason to wanna

hang that boy in there.

Well, he killed Sam Hardy, didn't he?

[sighing]

Way I figure, he...

He hit Sam when Sam

pulled that knife of his on 'em.

- Just once too often.

- Well, it killed him. That's enough.

Sam ran up against trouble

he brought on himself.

- Aw, Smith...

- Oh, come on. Get off it, will ya?

Sam was selling those Indians liquor.

And takin' their money

in that phony card game of his.

Hey, Vince.

You coulda moved in there

and stopped it.

Why didn't you?

Well, maybe there was a little

money in it on the side for you.

[horn honking]

[brakes squeaking]

That's all right, Joe.

You don't break anything, I think.

Walter Charlie, whose car is this?

My car. I buy this car

to take OI' Antoine to Williamstown

when they have

this trial for Gabriel Jimmyboy.

Now don't tell me where you got

the $499.95 because I know!

Hey, Joe, you got a six pack of root

beer for OI' Antoine? He's thirsty.

He no used to automobile.

Why'd ya give him the whole $500?

He interpret good this trial.

Well, what happened to the lawyer?

Walter Charlie, he get lawyer

appoint by Indian Bureau.

No charge.

You're a cheap chiseler.

- OI' Antoine, he like that car.

- It's not his car. It's your car.

Well, the old man, he no can drive.

What for he want car?

- Antoine...

- [speaks in Native American dialect]

Just tryin' to be with the buffalo.

He's right, Smith.

This car like big wagon.

Go across prairie when

white man hunt buffalo.

Oh, boy.

[horn honking]

Hey, Smith!

[speaks in Native American dialect]

- Truck no good. Put it away.

- [both laughing]

[Smith] Walter!

- [speaks in Native American dialect]

- [horn honking]

[brakes screeching]

- You all right, Antoine?

- Yeah.

Come on.

Why you wave me to pass, Smith?

You pretty bum driver, I think.

Hey, Smith! What am I going

to do with this car now?

Well, I'll tell you what, Walter.

You go get yourself a paddle. You'll

have yourself a nice four wheel canoe.

[water gurgling]

And six makes a total of $2,300

after we sell the beef off.

- Smith?

- Yeah?

If we could borrow $500 at the bank...

Say, do you think

he'd like a can of sardines?

Huh?

This package I'm making for Gabriel

Jimmyboy. You think he'd sardines?

You're the one

who thinks like an Indian.

I think I'm gonna

put in two cans of sardines...

- Smith!

- What?

If you'd send for that bulletin

from the Department of Agriculture

- on feed grains...

- How about some of that jam you made?

If you would send for that bulletin,

they could tell us how

to fatten up the stock quicker

and use less acreage.

There's no point in botherin'

the Department of Agriculture.

Besides, I'm running this place

only half as well as I know how.

Well, of course I've got $79

in my disaster fund.

But some day,

some distant wonderful day...

...we're all going to take

a fabulous trip.

Smith! Smith! The hay crew

is here! Come on! Come on!

Norah! Will you wrap these up?

I'll mail it this afternoon.

Oh... We're gonna make hay, Norah.

The best feed crop in three years.

They can't stop us now, huh?

- [dog barking]

- [horns honking]

[all yelling, cheering]

Hiya, McDonald!

- Where are the tractors?

- Tractors come by and by.

- Your men all ready to go?

- Yeah, sure.

- All right, let's get hoppin' then!

- Yeah, sure.

We cut the hay up quick.

We're not gone very long, I think.

Gone where?

We go see that trial they got

for Gabriel Jimmyboy.

- You... You... You what?

- We go see that trial. All mens go.

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