The Outlaw Josey Wales Page #5

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Now spit!

Just get off the horse.

Get out of the way!

[MAN SPEAKS IN NATIVE LANGUAGE]

Now you'll kill us, I suppose.

I'd have been halfway to Mexico by now

except for that crazy squaw.

I can't understand a word she says.

I knew that would bring you.

Help us!

Help us.

Comanches.

They won't like us killing these friends

of theirs. We better get moving.

Looks like a family of hogs just moved

out of the seat of these britches.

I had such beautiful clothes...

...I was taking to our ranch.

Whereabouts is this ranch?

My son's ranch, he found before the war

near a town called Santo Rio.

Creek with good water...

...trees, cattle, black-tailed deer.

GRANDMA:
It's a regular

paradise we're headed to.

Out there?

Your son told you this was out there?

He told me that.

Near a place called Blood Butte.

My son was true-blue, Mr. Wales.

He never lied. It'll be there, all right.

Yes, ma'am, I'm sure it will be.

Cottonwoods, live oaks...

...wild horses...

...antelope...

...lots of quail.

You see them?

What?

The clouds over there.

Clouds are like...

...dreams floating across

a sky-blue mind.

I never thought of them that way.

Indian...

...this Mr. Wales is a cold-blooded killer.

He's from Missouri...

...where they're all known to be killers

of innocent men, women and children.

Would you rather be riding with

Comancheros, Grannie?

No, I wouldn't.

[WOMAN SINGING]

WOMAN [SINGING]:

I lost my sweet lover

In the dirty old mines

But he's coming back

No matter how long I wait

My lover is coming--

What'll you have?

Whiskey.

Whiskey, he says!

How about something else?

Well, beer, then.

And get those gents whatever

they're drinking. You too, ma'am.

That's mighty decent of you.

Been a long time since anybody

bought a drink around here.

About as long as we had

anything to drink around here.

Or anything else.

BARTENDER:
Yeah, first the silver

run out of the Santo Rio.

Then the people run out.

Then the whiskey.

Then the beer run out.

Well, no matter.

It's good to see a high roller

wander through.

I didn't mean to offend him.

I guess some fellows just don't like

to be called high rollers.

You know, I knew a fellow once,

he didn't like to be called highhanded.

We'll have whiskey all around.

Comanchero brand.

Angels of Mercy come to Santo Rio!

This ain't Santo Rio.

My son, Tom Turner,

said it was a thriving place.

TEN SPOT:

It was.

But when the silver run out,

the thriving run out.

That's right.

I do declare.

Might you be the mother

of Tom Turner...

...whose Crooked River Ranch

is over by Blood Butte?

-That I might, miss.

-Well!

I am Rose.

Rose of Santo Rio.

I reckon he wrote you all about me.

I don't recollect that.

After his Lucy passed on...

...he didn't show much

interest in women.

My sonny-boy kept his nose to the

grindstone, providing a future for me...

...and his daughter there.

I do seem to recall him

telling me something about...

...a daughter who was a little odd.

He was killed in the Border War

by Missouri ruffians.

He died a proud member of

Senator Jim Lane's Redlegs...

...fighting for the just cause!

I am sorry to hear that.

I mean, he was of the finest sort.

CHATO:

Seora, please sit down.

You must be very, very tired.

I am deeply sorrowed to hear this.

In past years...

...my friend and I were of service

to your Tom Turner.

And now we are at your service.

Why, I appreciate your concern.

I am glad to find manners at last,

here in the wilderness.

We have endured hardship of the

worst sort on the way out here.

Grandpa Samuel and Uncle Enoch...

...fell prey to Comancheros.

Let's drink to the silver running out.

Gave us some peace and quiet here!

TRAVIS:

Bad luck, the silver running out.

TEN SPOT:

I wouldn't have any other kind!

What'll you have?

I'm looking for Josey Wales.

That'll be me.

You're wanted, Wales.

Reckon I'm right popular.

You a bounty hunter?

A man's got to do something

for a living these days.

Dying ain't much of a living, boy.

You know, this isn't necessary.

You can just ride on.

Whew.

I had to come back.

I know.

-Comanche?

-Comanches, all right.

Any more of them?

I think that's all there is...

...but they have horses

packing antelope...

...so I figure they're not

a raiding party.

But you never can tell

these Comanches.

You stay with the cart.

[COMANCHES WHOOPING]

Just looking us over, I guess.

They're packing heavy.

They may return.

All right, let's move out.

If they ride with Ten Bears...

...they will come back.

Ten Bears is the greatest

Comanche war chief.

But he's angry.

Each year, he has met with

one of your bluecoat generals.

JOSEY:

Ain't one of my generals.

CHATO:
And each year he is pushed

further across the plains.

General Sherman has come

with more promises.

But Ten Bears will move no more.

It's so beautiful.

All right, we can get to work

dusting first.

Got a nice Dutch oven

in the fireplace here.

Mr. Wales, you men chop some wood.

Now, get everything done.

Mr. Wales!

Did you come all this way to gawk?

If you don't work,

you don't eat around here.

Didn't figure you for a loafer.

You know, she told me...

...it's the first time she ever had

a place of her own.

Grandma says it's our home.

It is all of ours.

I'm glad there will be a man

around to take care of things.

I'll be dropping back from time to time...

...probably just to hole up.

Why don't you stay with us?

Be our partner.

They won't miss you.

Maybe they'll forget you.

You know there ain't no forgetting.

LITTLE JOSEY:

Pa!

TRAVIS:

Hey there, Josey!

CHATO:

We're going to Santo Rio!

GRANDMA & LAURA LEE [SINGING]:

In the sweet by and by

We shall meet in the beautiful shore

In the sweet by and by

We will meet on that beautiful shore

In the sweet by and by

[DOG HOWLS]

We will meet on that beautiful shore.

Lord, thanks a lot for bringing us

to this place.

Pa and Daniel died...

...at the hands of that low-down,

murdering trash out of hell...

...that done them in.

But they put up a good fight

and died the best they could.

And thanks a lot for Josey Wales...

...who you changed from

a murdering bushwhacker...

...on the side of Satan...

...to a better man...

...in time to deliver us

from the Philistines.

And thank you, Lord,

for getting us together in Texas.

Are you all right?

Ten Bears, he got Travis and Chato.

He'll be riding here in the morning.

[SPEAKS IN NATIVE LANGUAGE]

If I was looking for a place

to hole up, I'd pick this one.

Walls and ceiling, two feet thick.

All made out of mud, nothing to burn.

Two doors, front and back,

right in sight of one another.

These here crosses are to fire rifles

through. Up and down, side to side.

Tom Turner knew what he was doing.

You bet he did.

I'll be shooting out of that door.

I'd rather have you sit right there...

...and do the loading.

Can you do that?

I can.

Moonlight...

...I want you to go to this door.

You fire through here, all right?

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