Smith! Page #5

- I know.

- Everybody knows that.

- I know. I know, Albie.

They just gotta let Gabriel go, Smith.

Well, they might not. I mean,

there's a Iotta people that...

- They just don't like Indians.

- Why?

- Why?

- Indians any different?

- No...

- Peterpaul's my best friend.

- I know that.

- Antoine's your best friend.

- So why doesn't anybody like them?

- I...

[sighing] I don't know why.

The jury'll believe OI' Antoine, Smith.

They just got to!

I'm sure they will.

You're just saying that, aren't you?

Mmm-hmm.

- Smith?

- Yeah?

I'm glad you always tell me the truth.

Wanna steer some more? Come on.

Whoa! Whoa!

- Hey, look, Smith.

- What?

What's Vince Heber doing here?

Oh, he's a witness for the State.

You mean he saw what happened

on the night in question?

- [chuckling]

- That's what they say in court, I read.

No, he didn't see what happened

on the night in question.

He's gonna tell them

why they arrested Gabriel.

- Oh.

- All right?

[indistinct chatter]

Right here, Albie. You mind?

- Oh.

- Hello, Smith.

[sighing] Hello, Walter Charlie.

- You come for trial, huh?

- Mm-hmm.

Well, you might as well go home.

Nobody can find OI' Antoine.

Gabriel Jimmyboy guilty for sure now.

Oh, we'll find OI' Antoine.

He's in jail.

- Jail?

- Mm-hmm.

- Who put him in jail?

- Uh, right.

We'll have

two orange juices, please.

- Why nobody tell me about this jail?

- It's a long story, Walter.

And then we'll have

the two eggs with the ham.

Crazy old man!

He no can do this to me!

- To you?

- Coffee, tea or milk?

After all the things I did for him?

I buy him an automobile.

- I buy him root beer.

- With his own money.

- Coffee, tea or milk?

- How come he tell you he in jail?

He no tell me he in jail!

He make me look no good in that court.

Oh, I'm sure you'll turn out all right.

Coffee, tea or milk?

- Hmm? Oh.

- Smith!

Excuse me. Uh...

one coffee and one milk.

- Two coffees.

- I said one coffee and one milk.

Smith, Ma says I can see

how the world moves.

[Walter] What Indian people gonna

think about Walter Charlie now?

- Two coffees.

- He let OI' Antoine go to jail.

- He no smart fella.

- Don't undersell yourself, Walter.

Why OI' Antoine come to you?

Well, because I'm putting up

$10 to get him out.

Are you willing to put up $10?

Someday, OI' Antoine find out

all the things I do for him.

Oh, yes, I'm sure.

That's OK, Smith. You bring

OI' Antoine to this court.

Maybe I interpret

for him good anyway.

Well, thanks a lot.

I sure hope he interprets

good for OI' Antoine.

Well, it's a rare

Indian you can't trust, Albie.

Is that something I should

remember, Smith?

Yeah, I think that's

something you should remember.

- [speaking in Native American dialect]

- [men laughing]

What's so funny, Geronimo?

You looking for trouble?

- Oh, no...

- [speaking in Native American dialect]

You got something to say,

you say it in English.

Hey, fella. When he

gets scared he talks his language.

- He apologized to you.

- How am I supposed to know that?

Harry, there's a guy outside

gonna beat up Walter Charlie.

They don't understand.

You gotta get out of here.

You leave that man alone

or I'll smash your face in!

- What?

- I'm sick and tired

of you guys picking on these Indians.

- Oh, nowjust a minute...

- [grunting]

[man] Hey, Harry!

This guy's the lndian's friend!

- Cool it! Now listen to me!

- [indistinct yelling]

Listen!

The guy's the lndian's friend!

[chuckles] Hey, you should have told me

you were a friend of Walter Charlie's.

- Hey, I'm sorry, pal.

- No hard feelings, all right?

Yeah.

Good thing you didn't

lose your temper, Smith.

You might've hurt that guy.

I got something else

for you to remember, Albie.

What's that?

There's only two times

you get in trouble with Indians:

The first time is

when you try to hurt them...

Second time is

when you try to help them.

[man] The Superior Court

for the State of Idaho

for the county of Clearvvater

is now called to order.

The Honorable Judge

James C. Brown presiding.

Remain seated, please.

- Mr. Maxwell.

- [clearing throat]

Your Honor, I...

...find myself in a most

difficult position.

Again, Mr. Maxwell?

Well, I'm sorry, Your Honor, but there

are circumstances beyond my control.

- Chicken.

- [crowd laughing]

Does the defendant wish

to address the court?

No, Your Honor. He's merely trying

to explain himself in his native tongue.

- Sounded to me like he said "chicken."

- [crowd laughing]

Your Honor, may we make a statement of

the prosecution's position at this time?

- Yes, Mr. Edwards.

- [sighing] Your Honor,

the jury has endured

numerous postponements

while we wait for the defendant's

principal witness...

...a, uh, perhaps, mythical entity,

referred to only as "Antoine."

OI' Antoine can't talk

for me this place.

[Edwards] Your Honor, the government

has presented its principal witnesses:

Mr. Thomas and Mr. Gilbert,

who were present at the pool room

on the night in question.

Mr. Heber, who gave evidence

of identity, and Dr. Rhodes,

who testified as to the nature

of the blow that killed Sam Hardy.

I object, Your Honor! It has not been

established that the cause of death

was a blow on the head

or an accidental fall.

Sustained.

[Edwards] Your Honor,

we see no reason for further delay.

Many of these jurymen are ranchers!

And this is haying time.

Mr. Edwards, a man's

on trial here for his life.

We're not concerned

with bringing in a hay crop.

Yes, Your Honor.

I'm sorry, Mac.

No more spectators.

We're not spectators, Sergeant.

The judge said don't let nobody in

until there's a recess.

We got too many Indians now,

so why don't you and...

- Hey! Hey, you!

- OI' Antoine come now.

- Speak for Gabriel.

- [indistinct chatter]

I'm, uh, sorry, Your Honor.

He slipped right by me.

Well, Sergeant, that's all right.

Bring him up here to the bench.

Are you Antoine?

[speaking in Native American dialect]

Sergeant, I think we'll require

the court interpreter.

Let the witness wait

at the counsel table.

Yes, Your Honor.

Mr. Maxwell, you wish

to confer with the witness?

Yes, Your Honor, I think I'd better.

All right, Gabriel, have Antoine

tell me everything he knows.

[speaking in Native American dialect]

What'd he say?

He say they give him no good

breakfast in that jail.

- [people laughing]

- He no eat.

[clearing throat]

We're sorry about that.

Gabriel, ask him to

please tell me everything he knows,

exactly what happened on the night

that Sam Hardy was killed.

[speaking in Native American dialect]

What'd he say?

He say, food like that, he glad

he no has to stay in that jail too long.

[people laughing]

[Judge Brown] Mr. Maxwell,

ready to swear in the witness?

I'm afraid so, Your Honor.

Will the court interpreter ask the

witness to take the stand, please?

OI' Antoine?

[speaking in Native American dialect]

Do you swear to tell the truth, the

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