The Homesman Page #3

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Bye...go to the devil!

Just goto hell.

Bye!

You don't love me.

Good Morning, Mr.Svendsen.

Come in.

She is ready.

Why she tied?

"God will strike you down",

she says to me.

She thinks she's God.

Her cousin will pickup in Iowa

and take her to asylum.

Stop it!

How will we get her loaded?

Unbolt the wagon door.

Stop it!

Stop it!

Open the the wagon door!

Help me.

Push in.

Do not untie her.

She will try to kill you,

she'll try to kill her, too.

Come down!

What are you doing with that son of a b*tch?

No!

He's going with us.

He's the one who tried to

take Bob Giffen's place.

I need help.

Surely you understand!

He was suppose to hang.

Mr.Svendsen.

Get down of that wagon.

Get down of that wagon right now!

Or I'll shoot you where you sit.

I can't do this alone.

I need him.

Now you leave us be!

Get us moving.

You boys don't have balls to hang me! You wanted

my horse to do it for you, didn't ya?

Cmon! Let's go.

Keep that gun on that son of a b*tch.

I'll watch over your wife, Mr.Svendsen, I promise.

It will be safe with me.

You'll give me a son...

But you refuse.

You'll receive my seed, woman.

You will bear my child.

You girls goto your room

while I talk to your mama.

Theoline, this is Mary Bee.

Undo!

Undo your hands? I am.

Undo, undo...

Do you know me, Theoline?

Undo, undo...

Line, darling,

I am, Mary Bee, your friend.

Don't you know me?

Now listen, girls...

your mother is very sick.

But she loves you the

same as she always has.

And you must love her too and

help as much as you can.

I want some things,

I want you to do for her

Want you to undress her,

heat some water...

and give her a nice bath.

With soap.

From face to feet.

Right on the bed?

Right on the bed.

Wash and dry her hair too.

Then brush and comb it.

Then find some clean clothes

for her and underwear...

and dress her again.

Now while you do all this,

I want you to smile at her

and say kind things.

Do you know a little

song you can sing?

We know "Flow gently, sweet Afton"

That would be fine.

And when you're finished with this, I want

you to do chores for your father too.

You are now the ladies of the house.

I want you to sweep it out,

wash the dirty dishes, take the

bedding outdoors and air it...

Show him how grown up you are.

Will you do that for him, for me?

Alright.

Now start singing.

# Flow gently, sweet Afton

Among thy green braes #

And remember,

love your dear mother.

Now get busy as bees.

# Flow gently, I'll sing thee a song in thy praise #

# My Mary's asleep by thy murmuring stream #

# Flow gently, sweet Afton, disturb not her dream #

# Thou stock-dove whose echo resounds tho' the glen #

# Ye wild whistling blackbirds in yon thorny den,

Thou green-crested lapwing thy screaming forbear #

Miss Svendsen, is that you?

Please, stop wailing, Miss Svendsen

Miss Svendsen, I asked you to stop.

Please do!

Stop!

Miss Svendsen, do stop!

You think these mules will make it

all the way to the Missouri river?

I doubt it, without a good feeding of corn.

The one putting her ears, she knows

she's the subject of our discussion..

She's a thinker.

The other ones a worker.

They should have names,

what should we name them?

Mules don't need names. They need feed,

corn's the best there is.

I'll name that one Grace,

and that one redemption.

My mare, her name is Dorothy, after my sister.

She's married to a doctor up in New York state.

That's where we are from.

Dorothy has a little six year

old boy and a baby on the way.

My mother died when we were little girls.

What's your horse's name?

Brown.

You didn't give me the two dove's skinny blankets.

It gets cold the night out here!

You noticed.

You need to head south-east,

follow the river bottoms.

No.

We'll meet more people that way

in case we need help.

You know, there are three kinds

of people out here...

And you gonna meet wagon trains that

don't want to see crazy people.

You gonna meet traders

who will surely rape you...

And you gonna meet the Indians,

who will kill you and then rape you.

After they kill me, no!

We gonna go straight East to the river.

We've a hell of an odd lot I'm afraid.

They are not afraid,

they are human beings.

They are crazy.

They are precious to the Lord.

Precious to me too.

Give me that skillet.

That's $300 worth.

Wakeup! Time to get moving!

Getup and go pee!

Go on, there now.

Watch your head on the hub there.

Baby go on!

Shall we.

Pee.

Goddamn!

Squat now!

Go pee.

God

will strike you down.

God will strike you down.

I love trees.

I don't to see many trees.

I miss them.

God will strike...

New York...

has lots of trees.

Surely you wouldn't defy or desecrate...

You are horrible.

And morbid!

I do not wanna be cold anymore

while I'm trying to sleep.

I need this buffalo hide,

that dead Indian don't.

I was in the Dragoons.

Company say 1st US Division.

Fort Kearney.

Had a riots club one time there

in Kansas with them goddamn Kiowas!

Tell me.

We headed out to Fort Leavenworth.

Supply chain...

Six mule wagons and a herd of 300 horses.

And we had Kiowas like flees trailing us!

War paints. Sassy.

"Big as life and twice as natural"

Want them horses.

I see.

Well we camped down Arkansas River one night

and them teamsters picketed 36 mules and...

they picketed 300 horses in the sand.

Sand!

Hell them picket fence won't hold

prairie dog in the sand.

Sure enough, that night,

Kiowas come through, stomped-ed the

bunch and away they went.

Travel wagons all in pieces.

The stock all tangled up in the ropes,

all crippled up with the flying picket fence.

And them Kiowas just running through

there just hooping and hauling.

My oh my. Won't we rewed!

We blew bugles, boots and saddles and

away went after them with the sun rising

We caught Kiowas here and Kiowas there.

We caught them in bunches and

killed every one of 'em.

We rounded up our stock and

go right through the middle...

of goddamn Kiowas camp up that hill

Pretty fine job! It works.

Company C 1st U.S Dragoon!

Well how interesting.

# I want your waving wheat and dun want your Barley #

[Native American Dance]

# Ah there cherry tree #

# there goes the cherry #

# The more you have kids girl #

# More do you marry #

# Charlie, he's fine young boy #

# Charlie, he's a dandy #

# Everytime he goes town #

# He rain girls some candy #

What are they?

Pawnee, probably.

What was that?

Bugle.

Somewhere along the line they

killed themselves US cavalry bugler.

What do they want?

Whatever we got...trouble is

they don't know what that is.

Trouble is they never seen a wagon...

as could be goods inside...

soldiers.

Anything to them.

Hell they don't know.

I count four rifles amongst 'em.

I think if we were worth

the trouble, we're dead.

I'll try to buy 'em off.

Something happens to me,they

come all the way down here.

Don't you fill that carbine.

You get in the wagon quick as you can.

Shoot the women in the

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