Jesus, Cole.
He's just a kid.
He's a Navajo mud toy now.
Yeah.
Aho.
I have just ingested...
the food of the Great Spirit...
and Father peyote.
Do you think I could have a little bite of it?
It's not for use even for William Blake.
Flowers of the medicine...
give you sacred visions that are not for you right now.
My southern brothers were prohibited from using it...
by the Spanish devils.
But now,
even the Notoemne and the Dene...
know of its loving ways.
What?
What are you lookin' at?
William Blake.
It's so strange that you don't remember any of your poetry.
I don't know anything about poetry.
Oh, you're so modest.
Listen...
I feel very weak.
I'm hungry.
Quest for vision is a great blessing, William Blake.
To do so, one must go without food and water.
All the sacred spirits...
recognize those who fast.
It's good to prepare for a journey in this way.
I seem to have misplaced my eyeglasses.
I can't see clearly.
Perhaps you will see more clearly without them.
You're a very strange man.
Very strange.
May the Great Spirit watch over you, William Blake.
Nobody?
- Hey, Marvin. - What?
How come Dickinson's telegram didn't give no description of the horse...
this murderin' fucker stole?
It did, Lee. A pinto, just like that one.
White legs, brown ass, brown sides.
It did? I don't think it did, Marvin.
Well, you asshole... You got the damn telegram on you. Take it out and look.
That's right. Yeah, I got it here. I'll check it.
Maybe I been thinkin' of them wanted posters.
Lee! It's him!
You William Blake?
Yes, I am.
Do you know my poetry?
Some are born to endless night.
Well, Rome weren't built in a day, Cole.
Course, uh, I wasn't overseein' that particular job.
Fresh kill.
Yeah. No damn tobacco, that's for sure.
This, uh, some kind of telegram or somethin'?
What's that say?
Dickinson again.
Oh, goddamn Dickinson. You mean to tell me he's even got the law involved in this now?
Jesus.
Tell you one thing. If, uh, that there Blake fella keeps on shootin' marshals,
I'll wind up likin' the bastard.
Looks like a goddamn religious icon.
Anyhow, gettin' back to the beginning of the story,
my granddaddy come over from Scotland, you see.
He was actually part of the Mactwill clan.
Uh, the, uh, clan tartan was kind of gold and purple, if I remember correctly.
I never wore a lick of it myself.
Dropped the "Mac" part of the name when he decided to come out West...
on account of he figured it'd get him more work and all.
How 'bout your family history there, Cole? Let me guess.
Kind of figured you for a German, huh? I mean, am I right?
Am I close?
Austrian?
I'd like to speak with Mr. Dickinson, please.
I insist on speaking with Mr. Dickinson.
Goddamn redskins.
Oh!
- Nobody? - William Blake.
She's upset.
She's beautiful.
- She didn't mean to call you that. - Huh?
But you sure interrupted a very romantic moment, William Blake.
Oh. I'm sorry.
You stay here 'til I return.
Don't let the sun burn a hole in your ass, William Blake.
Rise now and drive your cart and plow...
over the bones of the dead.
Do you still have my eyeglasses?
No. I traded 'em.
- You traded them? - Do you have any tobacco?
No. I traded it.
- For what? - I'm not telling.
- Liar. - Thief.
I don't care if you were married 16 times
I still love you
Yo-ho yo-ho-yo
I will take you to the bridge made of waters.
The mirror.
Then you will be taken up to the next level of the world.
The place where William Blake is from.
Where his spirit belongs.
I must make sure that you pass back through the mirror at the place...
where the sea meets the sky.
White man's trading post.
Indians get diseases there.
What do you mean?
Smallpox, consumption.
Blankets are infected.
It spreads through the villages.
I see you have acquired a new weapon.
Hmm? Oh, yes. A Winchester.
- Here. Take it. - No.
No, really. Take it.
I took it off a dead white man.
Did William Blake kill this white man?
Yes.
William Blake killed the white man.
We need a canoe.
Water.
"The brutal murders of Charles Dickinson and fiancée, Thel Russell.
Also the murders of the following territorial marshals...
...deputy... Big George Drakoulious,
Benmont Tench and one Salvatore Sally Jenko."
- It's not bad. - Huh?
It's not a bad illustration of you, William Blake.
Well, I want you to have it.
- It's a present. - Aho.
Good morning. May you serve the Lord,
and may His holy dominion guide you through your dismal life.
How can I be of assistance, my poor man?
All our ammunition is guaranteed.
This latest batch was, in fact, personally blessed by the archbishop of Detroit.
Good morning.
May our Lord Jesus Christ wash this earth with His holy light...
and purge its darkest places from heathens and philistines.
The vision of Christ that thou dost see...
is my vision's greatest enemy.
Do you have tobacco?
We sure don't.
Aren't those tins of tobacco right there behind you?
Sure are, but those cans are empty.
There's no tobacco in them.
Perhaps I could interest you in some beads...
or possibly a blanket.
Blanket.
Yes, my fine fellow. Ammunition.
Uh, I'd like some tobacco, please.
Well, I may have one or two twists left.
From my personal supply, you understand.
For good friends only.
Good Lord.
You're William Blake.
Yes, I am.
By the grace of the Lord Almighty.
Sir, would it be presumptuous of me to ask you for...
for your autograph?
Please, kind sir. It would be a great honor.
Pardon me.
There's my autograph.
God damn your soul to the fires of hell.
He already has.
Hootka.
I'm tired.
I'll free the horses.
I see you collected some more white man's metal.
Yes. I seem to be a magnet for it.
Ohh, man.
Good day for a canoe ride.
Nobody?
Is this the boat...
that'll take me across the mirror of water?
No.
This boat's not strong enough, William Blake.
William Blake is a legend now
He's a good friend of mine
Stand up, William Blake.
Ah.
Walk proudly, William Blake.
That man there? I know him.
He's a great builder of sea canoes.
Hello.
I prepared your canoe with cedar boughs.
It's time for you to leave now, William Blake.
Time for you to go back to where you came from.
You mean Cleveland?
Back to the place where all the spirits came from...
and where all the spirits return.
This world will no longer concern you.
Found some tobacco.
The tobacco is for your voyage,
William Blake.
Nobody.
I don't smoke.
Aho, William Blake.