02x30 - Jim Bowie, Apache

[bunniefuu]

[thudding]

♪ 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 ♪

- Xolic, chief of the Lipan Apaches

had invited me to go hunting with him.

So the least I could do is bring him

a present befitting the occasion.

It's fine work, Pancho, a masterpiece.

- For such a fine Kentucky r*fle,

Senor Bowie, I could do nothing but my best.

- I give up, don't sh**t!

- [Jim] Cephas K. Ham!

- James P. Bowie!

- [Jim] Well!

- Glad to see you, Jim.

And if you call me a liar I'll poke you right in the nose.

[laughs]

- Well, I thought by now the Comanches had got you for sure.

- Sorry they didn't?

- Oh, I don't know, if cutthroats like you

didn't come through San Antonio once

in a while it'd be a real dull place.

- Same old Jim, huh? [punching and grunting]

- Same old Cephas! [punching and grunting]

- Buckle's broken, amigo.

Can you fix it while I wait?

- [Pancho] Si, senor.

- That's a mighty fine looking r*fle g*n

you got there, child. - Yeah.

- You mind if I have?

Hey, what's this?

Xolic?

Apache chief, ain't he?

- Uh, yeah.

- How come you're butterin' up this old buzzard

with a fine Kentucky r*fle, Bowie?

- He invited me to go hunting, I'm just being grateful.

- Now you don't have to be that grateful.

Wouldn't be trying to bribe your way

into the Lipan tribe would you?

- You should talk!

Mustangin' with Comanches, stealin' horses?

- Buy head of horses, Bowie.

Where the Comanches get them is their business.

Now, what's your swindle?

- No swindle, I'm just goin' huntin' that's all.

- Huntin', huh, huntin' what?

- Buffalo.

- Wouldn't be huntin' for a mountain of silver, would you?

- Huh, silver, what are you talking about?

- Don't act innocent with me, boy.

I'm talking about the lost San Saba mine.

Them Lipan Apaches know where it is

and you know they know it.

- Look, Cephas, just because you got

the mind and morals of a Comanche thief,

don't go judging everybody by yourself.

- Just one more thing, child.

Comanches and Lipan Apaches is deadly enemies.

Remember that next time we meet.

- Don't fret yourself, friend.

I always check clear of folks I don't like.

Thank you, Pancho.

- You know something, amigo?

Wouldn't surprise me a bit if Jim Bowie turned Apache.

[dramatic music]

[Indians chanting] [drums beating]

- [Jim] The year was 1830 and the time of year

was the season they call Thick With Fruit.

[solemn music]

- I call upon my father, the sun,

and upon my mother, the earth,

and upon the four winds from the four directions

to witness that this man, by us called Big Knife,

is born again a Lipan Apache!

[Indians whooping]

[ominous music]

- [Jim] And so I lived for a time with the Apaches.

Sleeping in the wikiup with the Lipan chief,

sharing his food, hunting the buffalo.

Sometimes joining him and the Lipans in the never-ending w*r

with their age-old enemy, the Comanches.

[g*ns firing]

[dramatic music]

[thudding]

- Jim!

- Cephas!

- I thought you steered clear of folks you didn't like?

- Well, how was I to know that Comanche was you?

- [laughs] Sure enough, child.

Comanches and Apaches is deadly enemies, ain't they?

- You wouldn't want to scalp an old school friend

from Appaloosas, would you, Cephas?

- Wouldn't I?

- Well, would you?

[laughs]

You'd better get off of me and on your way.

- You better tell Uncle Cephas where

that mine is or you don't never get up.

- Cephas, all I can say is--

[dramatic music]

Don't you threaten me, Cephas.

Especially about something that ain't so.

- Now, if you're so pure and innocent, Bowie,

why are you gettin' so head up?

[grunting]

[horse clopping]

- Either I k*ll you or you get out.

Hit me, not too hard.

[punching]

My k*ll, Xolic, my k*ll!

[g*n firing]

I'll go get him, I'll catch him up.

- Eh, Big Knife act like one big fool.

- Huh?

- Big Knife not like blood of white Comanche.

- How do you mean?

- My k*ll, Xolic, my k*ll!

Bang! [laughs]

Big Knife one very bad liar.

[both laughing]

[Indians chanting] [drums beating]

- Gracias.

- Mouth of my brother has no taste for tizwin?

- Your beer is very good.

It's just, I have no taste for drinking.

- You lonely for white people?

- Mm-mm.

- Every man have two man in here;

good man, bad man.

All the time good man fight bad man.

Sometimes good man win, sometimes bad man.

- Yeah, yeah.

- Long time now big fight in Big Knife.

Xolic watch.

- Alright, then I'm a liar!

I've been lying to you all the time!

You wanna know why I'm here?

I'm not here as your friend, Xolic.

I'm not here to go hunting buffalo with you.

I'm here for one thing, one thing only!

To find the lost silver mine, the mine of the San Saba.

That's why I came.

That's why I'm here.

- Xolic know long time.

- You?

You've known a long time?

If I hadn't told you, what would have happened?

What would you have done?

- Oh, by and by Xolic cut throat

of Big Knife, put scalp on lance.

[laughs]

- Can't say I'd blame you.

I'll go now.

- Stay.

- You want me to stay after what I just told you?

- Good man win.

Brother speak truth with brother.

Not happen many time.

Big Knife show inside of heart to Xolic.

Now Xolic show inside of mind to Big Knife.

Show him mountain of white iron.

[dramatic music]

- [Jim] Strange how things work out.

By confessing the truth of Cephas Ham's accusation

I'd only won my way deeper into Xolic's affection,

but not the affection of Three Hand.

The medicine man had long been jealous of Xolic's rule

and only looked for a chance to supplant it.

- Him, not go San Saba.

- He is Apache.

Where I go, he goes.

- Not Apache.

Skin white, mind and heart all white.

See white iron, bring back many white men with g*ns.

Steal white iron!

k*ll Apache.

- I didn't ask to come.

I was asked by Chief Xolic.

If I'm not wanted, I can go on back.

It's alright with me.

- Big Knife speak with tongue of white man, not Apache!

[Indians grumbling]

- No!

Xolic say Big Knife go to secret place.

Xolic is chief.

- Chief old and sick.

Give heart to white man!

Time come Xolic go!

Time come for new chief!

[Indians cheering]

- Long time now Xolic good chief for Apache people.

Xolic chief, Xolic stay chief.

- Xolic is right.

He is your chief and he's good for you.

Chief Xolic wishes me to see your secret place.

Three Hands does not wish it.

So, I blind myself,

so that my eyes cannot see the way to your secret place.

This way, Three Hands is happy,

but I do go, so Xolic is also happy.

What say you to this, my brothers?

- Big Knife speak with tongue of wise man.

Long time medicine man have hunger to be chief.

Speak now, Lipans.

You want new chief?

[Indians chattering]

Big Knife ride with Apaches to secret place.

Big Knife ride without eyes.

[dramatic music]

- [Jim] When the day came for the Lipan Apache's

semi-annual trip to the secret

San Saba mine, I rode with Xolic.

[ominous music]

- Come by and by secret place.

Big Knife know arroyo?

- Well, I've been up and down a hundred of these arroyos.

Might be any one of them, they all look alike.

- Bueno.

[dramatic music]

Come brother, you see.

[sinister music]

White iron, all, all!

Plenty more!

[scraping]

- Funny thing, whenever I've dreamed

about this place I've always imagined

the silver as being bright and shiny.

But it isn't, is it?

It's all tarnished, almost black.

Couldn't be any other way, though, could it?

- See more white iron in rock.

[scraping]

- A solid silver vein through and through,

just like the legend says.

As wide as a horse and no tellin' how far it runs.

Man.

Man alive.

Xolic, this is a fortune.

It's more than a fortune, it's,

it's enough to ransom 50 kings.

It's enough to buy the whole of Mexico.

It's enough to, it's enough to turn decent men

into demons full of greed, tearing at each other's throats.

Let's get out of here.

- [Xolic] Oh, uh, [clearing throat] for brother of Xolic.

- No, no, thank you.

I don't want to remember this place.

[dramatic music]

[galloping]

[Xolic muttering]

- Trouble?

- Comanche, Three Hands get him.

- Bowie!

I tried to tell them you and me was friends,

but they wouldn't believe me.

Tell him it's so, Jim, and get me out of this!

- Apaches, hear white Comanche,

friend of Big Knife!

Big Knife lies!

Big Knife use eyes of white Comanche

to see path to secret place.

White Comanche friend of Xolic, friend of Big Knife.

Xolic and Big Knife wear two face!

One face Comanche, one face Apache!

k*ll Xolic!

k*ll Big Knife!

[dramatic music]

- Go!

Chief!

Xolic, are you alright?

He's wounded, badly.

- Go quick now.

Xolic stay, sing death song.

- Let's get.

- No, I can't leave him.

[Indians whooping] Chief, can--

[whooping]

Xolic, no!

[dramatic music]

[punching]

[Indians whooping]

- Cheer up, child.

Maybe you lost a friend, but you still got a mine.

- Xolic was more than a friend and I promised him.

- What's a promise to an Indian?

- Look, I oughta left you back there

for the Apaches to take care of!

- You know you wouldn't do that to a white man.

- Wouldn't I?

- Use your head, boy.

You made a promise to an old chief who's dead and gone.

You ain't beholdin' no more.

- Well, it wouldn't make any difference anyway.

I was blindfolded comin' in and goin' out.

- But I wasn't.

I followed you all the way to that arroyo.

I could take you right back to it.

- Well, all you need's a pick and shovel, Cephas.

Get goin', you don't need me.

- That's where you're wrong, old hoss.

I wasn't in that arroyo like you was.

I didn't see the entrance to the mine, you did.

I can't do a thing without you.

- And I can't do a thing without you.

[laughs]

Well, I'll be thinking it over.

- Nothing to think about, Bowie.

All we got to do is go and take it.

- Well, looks like you'd better take

good care nothing happens to me, friend.

- Likewise, child.

Same goes for this old hoss, huh?

- Yeah. [laughs]

[both laughing]

[dramatic music]

♪ Jim Bowie, Jim Bowie

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