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The White Buffalo Page #5
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- 1977
- 97 min
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of tricks has flimflammed us.
He's here.
I know he's here.
Jesus sake's, Captain, put him down!
Shoot! Shoot!
Captain!
Pteska!
Captain, for the love of God, peel an eye!
He's on the charge again!
Captain!
Worm, use the gun!
Captain! Captain!
Captain, for the love of Jesus,
what are you doing?
Captain!
Use the gun!
You all right?
Is the wanagi dead?
Hell, no, he's run off.
He's clear to Christmas by now.
Why didn't you use your gun?
I am war chief of the Oglalas.
I could not use the white man's iron.
This bull had to be taken in the old way.
Until I slew this bull in the old way,
I could not wear my own name again.
You're Crazy Horse.
Pahaska, my friend,
truly we have suckled at the same mother.
Truly we are brothers
born from the same belly.
Will you look
at that mountain of meat, huh?
Who got him?
Cahoots.
He'll never even know he's dead.
The robe belongs to Worm.
God damn you, Hickok!
Damn you and your red rooster!
You can't do it!
You can't throw $2,000 gold
on a maggot meal papoose!
Charlie, I'll make it up you in Cheyenne.
So you went and got yourself
some red religion, huh?
Well, you can tell your blood brother
to shove it up his ass!
We're quits.
Don't try it on, old timer.
Stop scaring me, Captain.
I only got one clean pair of drawers left.
You sanctimonious son-of-a-b*tch!
You have lost a friend.
So it seems.
And found one.
Is everything done?
It is done.
When I cover the Little One with the robe,
she will be healed and well
Will you have the right
to wear your own name again?
Then I'll be saying goodbye, Crazy Horse.
Hickok.
You heard One-Eye call my name.
Yes.
You are Okute the Shooter.
The one who killed
Whistler the Peacemaker.
That was another time
when I was young and headstrong.
It was a bad thing.
Can't be undone.
I will tell no others.
But, Longhair,
though you and I are brothers,
we must never meet again.
Hear me, my friend. These are my words.
We must never cross paths in the tomorrow.
For if we do,
I will see only a white enemy.
And you will see only an Indian.
And we will both solve the Great Mystery.
Ohinyan, Longhair.
Ohinyan
forever.
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