01x26 - An Eye for an Eye

[bunniefuu]

[knife being thrown]

♪ Jim Bowie, Jim Bowie!

♪ He was a bold adventurin' man! ♪

♪ Jim Bowie, Jim Bowie!

♪ Battled for right with a powerful hand! ♪

♪ His blade was tempered and so was he! ♪

♪ Indestructible steel was he!

♪ Jim Bowie, Jim Bowie!

♪ He was a fighter, a fearless and mighty adventurin' man! ♪

[Western music]

[door opening]

[door closing]

- [Don Jose Morales] Aye nombre!

- Hurt a little bit did it?

- Hurt a little bit did it?

Chihuahua it hurt plenty!

Come in senior and hold my hand down please.

It seems that I will jerk.

Gracias, I have a, what do you call it?

- You have a whitlow, a felon,

it has to be lanced.

- There is something I can do for you senior?

- I have a letter for a Don Jose Morales.

- I am he.

- Oh [paper rustling]

- Aye que bueno, from Sam Houston.

You will be my guest at the midday meal senior.

- I don't wish to impose.

- Ridiculous my friend, my house is yours.

Dr. Taber, meet Jim Bowie,

a better man with a knife than you I'll wager.

- [chuckles] It's a pleasure doctor.

- Oh I'm a, I'm a doctor of deer skinning.

- Now sir, command me.

- Senior I have five hundred head of cattle I just bought

and I was hoping you'd help me hire some hands

to get 'em back to Louisiana.

- You can release him now.

- I figure I'll need four, maybe five men.

- You may need an army.

- Why?

- In my court today, I will handle a very expl*sive matter,

an American Indian hater versus a Cherokee.

Issue, one horse, possible outcome, one Indian w*r.

- Your serious?

- I am indeed, would you like to attend the trial?

- I sure would.

- How will you handle it Don Jose?

- With justice, the Cherokees at least

are a great people for justice.

Bueno, it is time to grasp this thorny cactus.

Come senior Bowie.

[choral music]

[gavel raps]

- People, hear this trouble.

Hear me Big Knife, me speak 'em law.

Horse belong Natanes.

Corn belong Jud Cameron.

Horse eat 'em corn.

Natanes you pay him two pesos, Jud Cameron.

- Two pesos!

- I won't take it.

- No pay 'em.

- Silencio!

- Now what about the horse?

- When he pays, the horse is his.

Until then, it is yours.

- If I'd a known the kind of justice we'd get here.

That injun thinks he's gonna get that horse for two pesos,

he's got another thing coming, come on.

[chattering]

- A moment ole I must look through these.

Yes Menthune?

- Two pesos please Don Jose.

- What for?

- For Natanes, no got peso him.

- No pay him say.

- He'll pay, him to proud say front American,

he no got money.

[paper rustling]

[coins clanking]

- That money is hers, she works for me.

Now if you'll permit me.

- Oh yeah, yeah, I'll uh, I'll wait outside.

- [Don Jose] Gracias.

- You take 'em, I you sister!

- No! No take 'em.

[footsteps]

[door closing]

[door closing]

- How you Big Knife?

- How you Big Chief?

- Good!

Plenty knife there.

- Plenty ax there.

- Good for throw?

- Pretty good.

- Him good too.

- Yeah?

Throw.

[thud]

Good throw.

- Throw knife.

[thud]

[footsteps in dirt]

- You'd like to throw him?

[thud]

Plenty good, try him again.

Who's the old boy?

- Chief Yorda, an important man among the Cherokees.

We are friends.

- You think he can pass my cattle through?

[footsteps in dirt]

- Him belong you Big Knife, present.

- Him belong to you Big Chief, my present.

- Me Yorda, friend.

- Me Jim Bowie, friend.

[choral music]

Sanche.

- Well thank you, Pocahontas.

[somber choral music]

[dishes clanking]

- The Cherokees are a handsome people, eh?

- [chuckles] Yeah, Sam Houston claims they're the best.

- Si, and they are great people for justice.

You treat them fairly and as equals

and you can expect it from them.

But, you treat them badly

and you can look for plenty of the same.

- Why can't the settlers see that?

- The settlers are a rough breed.

Some of them are not too bright.

[woman screaming]

- Little savage, tie her up, get her up here.

You little wild cat, you gonna get on that horse.

Where'd you come from?

[rustling]

- You, explain yourself.

- Well that Injun you let loose this morning stole my wife,

and this here is his sister and she knows where he's at

and now that satisfy ya?

- No!

- Hasn't he got a wife his own?

- Yes got 'em Sanche.

- Well him and his Sanche done it.

I picked up the paint horse that was riding them home

and Mattie was coming after in the buggy,

then two Injuns stepped out of the woods on me

and I bolo the horse right through them and kept on going.

When I got to the next hill I looked back

and they dragged Mattie off of the buggy and into the woods.

And she knows where they took her.

- You sabe this Menthune?

- No, no sabe, he lie!

- Fine chance a white man's got with you Injun lovers.

I'm gonna raise the countryside and take care

of that nest of vermin.

- You stir Chief Yorda up and he will fight,

and the Comanches and Tonkawas will join him.

What the devil you trying to do?

Start another Indian w*r?

- I don't care what I start.

- Well I do, I've got cattle to get out of here.

- You get home and stay there, Cameron.

You sabe?

I'll handle this.

Here ...

[coins striking the ground]

leave the horse.

- Now what?

- Send for Yorda I suppose.

Unless Menthune tells us where her brother is

and someone goes to him.

- Well don't look at me!

- How do you expect to get your cattle home,

with the Cherokees on the warpath?

Let us talk to Menthune.

- [Jim Bowie] It took a lot of talk before

Menthune agreed to take me.

- This lodge belong in Pinal.

Him friend Natanes.

Natanes' got trouble, come here.

- Hmm, Pinal is a chief?

- Witchman him, talk plenty spook.

[soft thud]

- What you want woman?

- Don Jose say bring him for palaver.

Big Knife speak with tongue of Don Jose.

- Go back.

- No.

- You plenty fool.

Come.

[chanting]

[Mattie mumbling]

- Close her mouth her too much talk.

Too much yell.

[chanting continues]

- Catch 'em bad hit.

- Sanche try pay 'em Jud Cameron two peso.

Him kick horse, horse knock 'em Sache down, step on head.

Jud Cameron, him run.

No can catch him he.

Catch him she.

- How come?

- Cherokee law say you sh**t 'em my eye,

somebody sh**t 'em your eye.

Sanche die, she dies same minute.

- Plenty bad medicine Natanes.

Soldier come, k*ll plenty Cherokee.

- Then Cherokee k*ll plenty soldier.

- But Sanche no die.

Me bring 'em American doctor, he fix 'em head.

- No, Injun doctor fix 'em.

- Natanes hear this,

horse busted bone in Sanche head,

bone press on brain, she sleep.

Me bring 'em American doctor,

he lift 'em bone, Sanche wake up.

Injun doctor no can do this.

- No Injun she, Pinal fix him.

- Need 'em white doctor, I go.

- No! Maybe so bring 'em soldier Big Knife stay.

- Like Jake he will.

[punch landing]

[rustling]

- [Menthune] No! No Natanes, no!

- Well now, look at this.

[choral music]

[chanting]

- Pocahontas me, huh?

- Sure.

- Save you Big Knife life, hmm?

- Sure

- When we marry?

- Marry?

Oh, well, uh, soon. Not now.

You uh, you got 'em knife?

- American custom huh?

- That's right.

- You catch 'em doctor, come right back.

- Yeah!

- No tell Don Jose. - No!

- No bring 'em soldier. - No, no!

- Swear? - Swear!

[chanting]

[Mattie mumbles]

- Horse they got back.

Oh Pinal no hear, him got dream, got plenty spook.

No she stay here.

I yell me!

You go out under tent.

I watch brave out front.

Watch you too.

[harmonic choral music]

[knocking on door]

- Oh howdy doctor.

- Mr. Bowie, come in.

[horses galloping]

[chanting]

- Good grief.

- Well now, look at this.

Big brave you, catching plenty women.

- Enough brave me.

Cherokee law, Menthune let 'em Big Knife go,

tie up Menthune.

- Big Knife come back now, let Menthune go.

Good doctor him, fix 'em Sanche.

- No! Pinal fix 'em make 'em good medicine.

- White doctor fix Don Jose plenty good.

- Menthune talking like white Squaw.

[rustling]

- Natanes make big Palavar.

Loco, say catch Jud Cameron burn house,

plenty scared me.

Yorda not come.

- Yorda!

- Seen tomahawk him give Big Knife.

- Plenty smart Pocahontas, plenty smart.

Give white squaw water.

[water splashes]

- You know what's maddening is the whole thing's so simple.

There's a slight depression of the skull

running about three inches across.

A firm pressure of the finger

is about the periphery of the dent,

just might fix it.

- That what you've been thinking about?

- Of course.

- Hmm, I'd a sworn you were preparing to meet your maker.

- I'm a doctor.

- You'd say all you have to do

is put a little pressure around the dent

and you could put the bone back in place?

- It's possible.

- Let's try it.

- What do you mean try it?

- We can get out of these thongs.

I didn't see any point in trying to do it before.

- What about the old man back there?

- You mean your colleague?

He's in a trance, plenty spook.

Swing your legs over.

Watch it!

[chanting continues]

Alright.

[grunting]

[Mattie mumbling]

- Should we untie her?

[Mattie mumbles]

- She's in no danger, she'd only holler.

- Now when I say three, press down and out on my side

as I will on yours.

Make it steady, strong and as slow as you can.

If it works you'll feel it.

One...

[chanting stops]

Two...

[Pinal yells in a foreign language]

[rustling]

[Yorda yells]

I speak.

- Jud Cameron hurt 'em Sanche.

Me I catch 'em Jud Cameron woman.

Sanche die, woman die.

- Good law.

- Me, I bring 'em white doctor, he fix 'em Sanche.

- Sanche Injun, Pinal make 'em medicine.

- White man hurt 'em Sanche, white doctor fix 'em Sanche.

- Good law, fix 'em. - Fix 'em.

[Choral music]

- Natanes

[Mattie makes noise]

- Natanes!

Tie 'em up you, cut 'em loose you.

- Friend.

- Friend.

- Husband.

[Choral music]

- She save 'em life, she belong Big Knife.

Now Big Knife marry she.

Menthune say Big Knife tell 'em

this American law.

- Chief Yorda, speak true Big Knife?

- Chief Yorda speak true.

- No sabe American law,

Menthune no marry Big Knife.

Hanto pay him three ponies for Menthune.

Menthune marry Hanto.

- Menthune marry Big Knife.

Same like Pocahontas.

- No sabe Pocahontas, marry Hanto.

- Marry Big Knife, American law!

- Marry Hanto, Cherokee law!

- Silencio.

Here what book say.

Pocahontas no marry John Smith.

- She no, she didn't?

- Pocahontas marry white settler John Rolfe.

- Well ...

- How come Big Knife tell big lie?

- Well uh, Big Knife, good throw knife, no good study book.

- People, now hear me speak law.

Big Knife go east with cattle.

Menthune forget Big Knife, marry Hanto.

- Good law.

- Good law.

[smacking kiss]

Old American custom.

[Choral music]

♪ Jim Bowie, Jim Bowie!

♪ He was a fighter, a fearless and mighty adventurin' man! ♪