"Right this way, ladies and gentlemen." "Right this way." "The only genuine Wild West spectacle in America." "Including Chief Heart, Chief Tree, Chief Iron Side." "Chief Rattlesnake Pete and Howling Wolf." "The show is about to start, ladies and gentlemen, on the inside." "Get your tickets, tickets, tickets..." "Attention, please." "Introducing Chief Thunder Horse." "Blue-blooded, Sioux Indian Scout." "There, Daddy." "Yes, boy." "Photos of Chief Thunder Horse, 25 cents." "I'll be that big chief's squaw any time." "Eunice!" "Such language." "Make an autograph, big chief, huh?" "Oh, Thunder Horse, please." "Sign it for a pretty girl." "Heap much, pretty girl." "Hey Chief, how about a feather for a souvenir?" "Buy a photo souvenir." "No feathers." ""We beg to present the most distinguished equestrians..."" ""Ever gathered from the far off state of Siberia!"" "Howdy, Chief." "Hiya, Jake." "─ Hello, Joe." "Sam." "─ Yes, sir." "Chief." "Get this junk off me." "─ Yes, sir." "I'm late, already." "What suit you going to wear, Chief?" "─ The white one." "The white double-breasted one, huh?" "─ Yeah, and make it snappy." "Your pictures sold like hot cakes today, Joe." "Jake..." "I'll bet you a hundred bucks..." "There will be more pictures of me around this town by November the first." "Than Washington, Lincoln and Roosevelt put together." "That's duck soup for you, kid." "With your split on every photo." "And talking of photos." "This one ain't so hard on the eyes, neither." "Which?" "Oh." "It's a long way from a wigwam to her." "You said it!" "Come on, Sam." "─ Okay, Chief." "Don't think I'm kidding myself, either." "This is one Indian that's out to see the world." "I'm not passing anything up." "Ah, but what's the dame going to say about all this?" "Well, guys like me don't come in pairs." "Ha, you're right." "Alright, Sam." "Have I got everything?" "Wait a minute, Chief." "Ain't going to leave your little beret, is you?" "Hello, Dawson." "─ Hello, Jake." "Well boys, if them Indians out West could only get a peep at you now." "That ain't all... take a look at this." "Well!" "She's throwing a little cocktail party for me right now." "I'll see you boys at the show tonight." "Don't strain your eyes." "─ Wait a minute, Joe." "That gives me a swell idea." "Hello." "Get me the society editor of The Tribune." "Who is she, Joe?" "─ Why?" "A picture of you and a swell dish like this is worth a thousand seats a day." "Hello, there." "Is this the society editor?" "Hey, I've got a great story..." "─ Hey..." "Listen, Dawson." "Inside here I ride for you and you can have all the photographs you want." "Outside I ride for myself." "Well, what do you suppose I pay you 300 bucks a week for?" "Sign photographs?" "300 bucks, my eye." "From now on it's 400, or I quit." "Well, that's gratitude for you." "That means a raise for me, too." "Taking a powder, Chief?" "─ No." "Be back for tonight's show, Pete." "Oh say, I almost forgot." "One of the Sioux from the Indian village has been around her looking for you." "Yeah?" "Yeah, a fellow by the name of Blue Buffalo." "Who has just come on here from the Sioux reservation." "Where is he?" "─ Right over there." "Have my car sent around, will you." "─ Okay, Chief." "Are you Blue Buffalo?" "─ Yes." "I'm Thunder Horse." "You want to see me?" "─ You, son of Black Pony?" "Yes." "Black Pony say come home." "Me come home?" "What for?" "Black Pony sick." "Soon die." "You away long time." "His first son." "You go." "Thank you, Dallas." "─ Okay, Chief." "You don't think he was serious, do you Jake?" "I mean, about quitting." "─ Ask her." "She's doing the talking now." "Nice party, Norma." "─ Thanks." "Well, you don't seem to be enjoying it." "Why?" "You are spoiled." "Not spoiled, Charles." "Spoiling." "─ For another husband?" "Good afternoon, sir." "You'll find the guests on the terrace." "Norma is bored." "─ You mean, she's sober." "That's an idea." "Who'd like a Highball?" "Wait, dear... there's your Indian." "So, it's an Indian this time." "─ Didn't you know?" "You're just as late as you can be." "─ Oh, I could have been much later." "I thought I'd give you a break." "─ What conceit." "Never mind, I'll get even with you." "This is Chief Thunder Horse, everyone." "You can meet him later if you get a chance." "Smile, Joe." "What's the matter with the music?" "─ You want to dance?" "Wait a minute." "I want to be introduced." "Mrs Trevor, this is Chief Thunder Horse." "How do you do?" "And Mr Moffitt." "─ How do you do?" "Hello." "Before we dance, there's something I want to show you." "Not etchings?" "No." "Come along, I'll show you." "─ So long." "She's a fool." "─ You think so?" "My sympathies are all with the Chief." "I had Linqvist over from the field museum." "He said "absolutely authentic"." "Aren't you impressed?" "What is this?" "A gag?" "─ I thought you'd get a thrill from it." "It's your past, not mine." "Feast your eyes, redskin." "Say, that isn't an ashtray." "Oh... what is it?" "Why Joe, you ought to be ashamed of yourself." "That's a pestle... it's an antique." "It was used for grinding corn." "What's the matter?" "Couldn't they buy their own cornmeal?" "What's all this?" "─ A swell Indian, you are." "To hear you talk, you'd think I was the Indian who poisoned the spring." "See, I haven't been on the reservation since I was a kid." "I wouldn't know a medicine man from a bootlegger." "Joe." "Try this on." "I see a long procession of red men behind you." "Riding the plains." "Hey." "What do you want me to do?" "Go in to my war dance?" "What's the matter, Joe?" "─ Nothing is the matter." "I'm going away." "That's all." "I won't be seeing you for a week or two." "Where are you going?" "─ Not far." "Business?" "Uhuh." "─ When are you leaving?" "Tonight." "Oh." "Well, if you're in a hurry, don't let me detain you." "Alright." "Joe." "Don't let's quarrel." "Well, who's quarrelling?" "─ I don't want you to go away." "You talk like a wife." "Don't you think you owe me something?" "Norma, I don't owe you anything." "You like me and I like you, and that's all there is to it." "As long as it lasts, it's swell." "I see." "You are quite the modern playboy, aren't you." "You try and get away with it, and see what happens." "Red skin." "Red lips." "Well, what's going on?" "Say, you can't pull this on me." "I got a contract with you." "Don't you forget it." "Hurry up with that packing, Sam." "We're going away." "Now wait a minute, Joe." "If you've got to have 400..." "Aright." "We'll call that a deal." "Now I'll tell you what it's all about." "My father is sick and I'm going out there to see him." "I'll be back in a couple of weeks." "Yeah?" "Be back in two weeks, eh?" "Say, that gives me a swell idea." ""Thunder Horse returns to the land of his forefathers."" "Your old man's a big chief, ain't he?" "─ Yeah." "That's right." "Now look here, Joe." "You ain't lying to me?" "It ain't that dame you're running off with, is it?" "Well I..." "I mean, you're coming back?" "I said two weeks, Dawson." "You can hold up my pay until you see me... no beat it." "Well, that's fair enough." "I say..." "Joe, for the love of..." "What is this, anyway?" "The Chief is going down to the old plantation." "To see his old family." "─ Shut up, you." "Here Sam, put these bags in the car." "─ Yes, sir." "You got everything?" "─ Yes, sir." "Oh, Chief." "Don't forget your old skull cap." "My father is pretty sick, Jake." "Besides, maybe I can pick up a trick or two out there." "It's pretty stale, this Indian business." "I got shown up good this afternoon." "Shown up?" "Yes." "I saw some Indian antiques." "They had to tell me what they were about." "Well, they weren't about 300 bucks a week." "That's a cinch." "400 bucks you mean, don't you?" "─ That's right." "But say Joe, on the level." "─ Oh, cheer up." "It won't be long." "So long, Jake." "So long, Chief." "Don't stay away too long." "─ So long, boys." "Come on, Sam." "─ Here we go, Chief." "Is this the reservation, Chief?" "You're in it now." "White folks didn't give the Indians much of a break." "It sure is dry." "─ Let's go." "Ain't much doing, is there Chief?" "Now I've got you on the reservation, I'm going to make a real Indian out of you." "I'm going to call you "Romona"." "Oh, gee..." "Where does Black Pony live?" "You know him, don't you?" "Black Pony?" "I'm Thunder Horse, the son of Black Pony." "I hear my father is sick." "Does he still live by Yellow Creek?" "Or have they taken him to the government hospital?" "Alright." "Thanks just the same." "You children have to get down now." "We got to go, you know." "Get down." "Get down." "That's it." "─ He doesn't seem to know." "We'll have to see the Agent." "─ Who's that, Chief?" "Federal Agent's headquarters." "Do you even know the number of the house, Chief?" "That's the only sign of life I've seen since we come on the plantation." "Romona... you wait here." "I ain't got place else to go, Chief." "You'd better get some gas." "Romona." "Say, where you going?" "─ I want to see the Agent." "What's your name?" "Tell him that Joe Thunder Horse, son of Black Pony..." "Has come up from the World's Fair in Chicago to see him." "You wait." "He busy." "Well, so am I." "I'll give him about five minutes." "Say, who runs this joint, anyway?" "─ Elihu P. Quissenberry." "Well, you must have been away to school." "Haskell Institute?" "─ Yes." "Me too, Girly." "─ Never mind the "Girly"." "I'm Joe Thunder Horse from Chicago." "That's no secret." "I heard you when you came in." "Just thought I'd run out for a week or two." "You've been away a long time." "You said it." "Stick around." "You'll learn something they don't teach at Haskell." "Yeah... yeah." "Hello, beautiful." "─ Hello." "Hey, who was that?" "That's Mr Shanks, the undertaker." "Yeah?" "Well, who was that first guy that went in?" "That's Mr Grandy." "He's a lawyer." "I've just sent you over a customer, Gus." "Mrs Brokenrope." "Yeah." "Say..." "How much did you say those new cars were?" "$645, equipped?" "Okay." "Yes, the usual." "Well, I'd give her $750." "Yeah, that's a $105 in my favor, you know." "Come in." "Oh hello, Shanks." "─ Hi, Quiss." "Hello George." "─ Hello." "Say, listen." "I've got just the right thing for that Indian that kicked off last night." "A special metal casket." "Copper lined." "─ How much?" "Oh, it's the swellest-looking job you've ever seen." "Of course... there will be the usual three-way split." "I get mine." "You get yours." "The rest goes in the tribal fund." "And old Quiss here, just dares any Indian to get it out." "How much does this Indian leave, Quiss?" "Huh?" "Well..." "Let's see..." "Yeah." "Well, his share of the tribal fund amounted to..." "Twelve hundred and five dollars." "And then there is..." "Rental for grazing lands." "Six... seven." "Ten years." "That makes ten hundred and fifty dollars." "Totals up to..." "Totals up to 2255, eh?" "─ That's right." "Well, didn't he have a son and daughter?" "The estate goes to his cousin, Molly Jakes." "What, again?" "Now, Tom." "You know I don't like that kind of talk around here." "Molly Jakes nursed this poor old fellow and made his last days happy." "Yeah, him and who else?" "Listen." "Maybe you'd better get another name for your records." "If the Indian Commissioner in Washington starts looking for those Molly Jakes." "He's going to get wise." "Dickinson?" "He won't get any further than the last." "Just the same, if you take my advice..." "Alright, alright." "I'll call her..." "Emma..." "Rainbow." "Well, that's better." "Well let me see, hearse and casket with all the trimmings." "$450." "Five foot six - $750." "Yeah." "I suppose your fee for drawing up a will, will be the same?" "Yeah." "─ That leaves... $755 for Molly..." "I beg your pardon." "Emma Rainbow." "I'll tell you what I'll do, Quiss." "I'll shake you for the extra five." "I never gamble with government money." "Hey, Quiss." "Quite a side-show you've got out here." "─ Oh." "That's this Chief Thunder Horse alright." "That's the bird we passed on the way in." "─ White Feather told me he was waiting." "He thinks he's a big-shot now." "He's the guy that Dickinson took off the reservation and sent down to Haskell." "Isn't it?" "─ Yeah." "That was before my time." "Better watch your step." "─ Don't worry." "I know how to handle Indians." "College or no college." "Hey." "Go and tell Elihu P. Quissenberry I want to see him." "You will wait." "Indians wait weeks to see Agent." "Wait... wait." "Don't go there." "Wait... wait!" "What is this?" "What's the matter?" "─ Is your name Quissenberry?" "Yes." "Go away from me." "That's alright." "You can wait outside." "Well." "Aren't you a little impetuous, young man?" "This is the office of the Federal Government." "Well, I'm Joe Thunder Horse of Chicago." "Black Pony is my father." "I've come out here to see him." "Well... well, come and sit down, Joe." "That's mighty nice of you." "─ Is he in the hospital?" "No." "The poor old fellow didn't want to go there." "But he's pretty sick though." "─ Yes, we've done all we could for him." "Everything." "But you know..." "A man has only got so long to live." "I see." "What's the best way out there?" "Well, don't be in a hurry." "Sit down." "And talk to me about yourself." "You're a friend of Dickinson's ain't you?" "Do you know Dickinson?" "─ Know him?" "Ha ha." "Long before Dickinson was made Indian Commissioner down at Washington." "We used to talk together by the hour about the Indian problem." "What we'd do if we ever had the opportunity." "Yes, sir." "And now we're doing it!" "A few of them make the grade, maybe." "─ Take yourself for example." "Yeah, that's what I mean." "I don't say it isn't hard to help people who don't want to be helped." "But that's no excuse for not trying." "Oh sure." "That's right." "Oh..." "Lydia." "I want you to meet Joe Thunder Horse from the World's Fair, in Chicago." "Hello." "How do you do?" "Well..." "I'd better see the doctor, I guess." "Ah." "Well Lydia, is Doc Turner around?" "He just came in." "Shall I call him?" "─ No, no." "Don't bother." "I'll get him for you." "Say." "What did you mean about something I was would learn they don't teach at Haskell?" "I take it back." "You'll never learn anything." "Now wait a minute, Girly." "I mean..." "Lydia." "I want to talk to you." "─ Do you think I'm worth it?" "You know, I'm only an Indian." "And I haven't been to Chicago." "A friend of Dickinson's, huh?" "─ Yeah." "So go easy." "Give him plenty of soap." "Oh Joe..." "Joe!" "Here." "This is Doc Turner." "He's in charge of the Agency hospital." "─ Hello." "How are you?" "We're doing all we can for your father, Joe." "I hope you find him alright." "─ Alright?" "I thought he was dying." "Well, what I mean to say is, as far as medical attention is concerned." "When did you see him last?" "Why... yesterday." "No." "The day before." "There's nothing more you can do for him?" "─ Not a thing." "That's the sad part of old age." "You'd better stay away from him," "A doctor only frightens them." "Alright, Doc." "Thanks." "─ Don't mention it." "I want to get out there to see him." "Well, he lives out on the flatlands, near Dead Tree Springs." "Alright, I'll find him." "─ Well goodbye, Joe." "And drop in often." "─ Much obliged." "Hey, what's the matter with you?" "You've got to pull yourself together." "Hey." "Can I give you lift?" "It's a pretty swell job." "─ No thanks." "I'm just going to lunch." "You're not sore?" "─ No, not a bit." "Why can't we be friends?" "─ What for?" "Well, what's the matter with me?" "You may be alright back in Chicago." "But you certainly don't fit into this picture out here." "Why?" "As I've made something out of myself?" "Instead of lying about the reservation, living off the government." "How do you know how we live out here?" "You've been away." "You've forgotten." "I heard Quissenberry make a fool of you." "A food of me?" "─ Yes." "What do you suppose he cares about you?" "Or your father, or any of us?" "To him, you are nothing but a common circus freak." "Who's come back to brag a little." "He'll kid you along and send you back as blind as when you came." "That ain't a squaw, Chief." "That's a squall." "Black Pony live here?" "Are you Adam?" "Well." "I'm your brother, Joe." "I'm glad you've come in time." "Who are they?" "Our cousins." "Family of One Horse." "With us two years now." "Didn't they used to live at Eagle Bute?" "When One Horse died, Agents sold their farm." "Oh." "You remember Jenny?" "Jenny?" "Ha." "Why sure... hi." "You were only two years old when I left." "Joe." "White man." "What does the doctor say?" "─ He never comes." "Three times I went for him." "He told me he was here yesterday." "No." "He never comes." "They always lie." "They say they never whip us." "Who whipped you?" "─ The school Policeman." "What for?" "When I leave reservation without permission." "Joe." "You are a stranger here." "You were away too long." "Too long living with white men." "White man is robber baron." "Government never change." "Never." "You must be patient, Mrs Crowfeather." "Hello." "Doctor Turner is busy." "But send him over." "Your son's application to the government sanatorium was ended 18 months ago." "He will die before you send him away." "I'll see what I can do." "Pardon me, Dr Turner." "But Mrs Crowfeather and her son are here again." "Tell them to come back tomorrow." "I'm busy." "Yes, but..." "Go on, get out." "Get out!" "I want to see Doctor Turner." "─ He's busy." "Come back tomorrow." "You lied to me, didn't you." "You never went to see my father at all." "Is that the way all the Indians get medical treatment around here?" "Get out of this office... get out." "I won't stand for that talk from any Indian." "Hey, buddy." "Are you a member of this tribe here?" "I'd like to get a close-up of you." "What's going on here?" "Oh, that's Chief Black Star, the big medicine man of Newhaven, Connecticut." "The big proud Chief of the Sioux." "A great publicity stunt, ain't it." "Why there ain't no limit to this racket, Chief." "When you get them Indian feathers on you." "Black Star's kickapoo Indian remedy is going to double its sales in no time." "Out there among the hicks." "Well, we're all ready." "How about the dough?" "I said you'd get your money as soon as the ceremony is over." "No dough, no coronation." "And checks on New York and Chicago don't go." "Three five-hundreds." "Fifteen hundred berries, okay" "How much of that goes to the tribes?" "Oh, I'll give them a couple of sides of beef, maybe." "Keep them from asking questions." "I'd like to take a look at this big noise." "Tell him something." "Me no stay here." "Me do plenty back East for you." "He say he will protect you." "And help you to great spirit calling." "Hey." "Say, what's the idea?" "You can't get away with that." "Hey brother, you looking for trouble?" "Is this your show?" "─ Yes, it's my show." "What of it?" "So, you're the big Chief of all the Sioux, are you?" "Well, let me tell you something." "If I catch you posing as a Sioux Chief to sell medicine, I'll break you in two." "Now, beat it!" "Tell them to go home." "They don't have to do this." "[ Indian language ]" "Hey!" "Come back!" "Come on!" "Come back." "Hey, come back!" "Joe." "What do you want?" "Quissenberry's just heard about your fight with Turner." "And this won't help it any." "They are being fooled into selling their birthright." "I'm sorry about what I said." "I found out you were right." "But you've got to be careful." "Why?" "What are they going to do about it?" "You don't understand." "Your name is still on the books." "They can restrict you to the reservation." "Me restricted?" "─ You wouldn't have a chance." "There is nothing you can do here." "Why don't you go back to Chicago?" "Gee, you're a funny girl." "First, you ball me out..." "─ Yes, I know." "But I was wrong." "You'll only get into trouble." "And it won't help." "Thanks for the tip." "The Lord gave... and the Lord hath taken away." "Blessed be the name of the Lord." "He that believeth in me." "Though he were dead, yet shall he live." "And whosoever liveth, and believeth in me." "Shall never die." "And verily, every man living is altogether vanity." "For man walketh in a vain shadow." "And disquieteth himself in vain." "He heapeth up riches." "And cannot tell who shall gather them." "Deliver me from all mine offenses." "And make me not a rebuke unto the foolish." "Oh, spare me a little..." "That I may recover my strength before I go hence." "And be no more seen." "Glory be to the Father, and to the Son and to the Holy Ghost." "As it was in the beginning, as now and ever shall be, world without end." "Amen." "Do not grieve, my children." "Your father's soul is at rest with the great spirit." "All set, Reverend?" "Give me a hand, Joe." "We'll get him in the wagon." "I'll take him myself." "But Joe, I got a fine copper-lined casket back in Ranger at the store." "I was going to put him in that and bring him to the cemetery tomorrow." "He'll be there." "The committal service at the cemetery." "Will be at 3 o'clock tomorrow afternoon." "A beautiful talk, Reverend." "Beautiful." "Wasn't it, Joe?" "Well." "So long." "I wonder why he'd want to keep that stiff overnight." "You know how superstitious they are." "In their reverence for the departed." "Yes, I know." "Just the same, you'd think that Joe would almost be a white man by now." "Adam." "Isn't there someone who remembers our customs?" "Turning Eagle." "At Dark Valley." "Well, go get him." "Tell him we're going to bury Black Pony in our own way." "Our Agents say no." "Agent or no Agent." "Go get him." "[ Girl crying noise ]" "[ Girl crying noise ]" "Jenny." "What's the matter?" "Tell me." "What's happened?" "Tom Shanks." "Anna." "I guess you've come to talk with Shanks about your father's funeral tomorrow." "If you hurry, you'll catch him over on the west side of town." "Headed on down to Flat Rock." "Won't be back until the morning." "Thanks." "Say buddy, how much for that rope?" "A couple of bucks." "─ Alright." "Give it to me." "Thirty years I've worked with the Indians." "And in one night, this stuck-up cowboy actor..." "Tempts my flock back to the pagan ways of sin." "Yesterday, Doc Turner." "Now, this." "By heaven, I'll show this..." "This Bolshevik." "That he can't defy the regulations and authority of the government." "[ Door knocks ]" "Yes?" "Thunder Horse." "He come now." "Shut the door." "I'll handle him, Reverend." "You two fellows wait outside until I call you." "Morning, Joe." "I've come to settle about my father's land before I leave." "That isn't the only thing you've come to settle about, is it?" "Whatever else there is to settle, I'll settle right now." "Well, Joe." "In the first place, this is a government reservation." "And the government does not tolerate any attacks upon its servants." "Now, I'm talking about Doc Turner." "You know I could put you in the jug for that?" "And there's this other matter." "These pagan services that you were conducting last night." "Now, you should know." "We can't tolerate any back-sliding like that around here." "Nobody interferes with your religion." "─ No." "So that's the way you feel about it, is it?" "Now you listen to me." "We got missionaries around here." "To give the Indians Christian religion." "And what's good enough for us ought to be plenty good enough for you." "Now anyone who doesn't see things that way around here is in trouble." "Cut out the act Quissenberry." "Let's get down to cases." "This is cases..." "I'm waiting to hear what you've got to say for yourself." "You can't put anything over on me." "I'll come clean about my father's land." "I want my brother to inherit it." "─ You what?" "I'm the legal probater around here." "And no-one else has anything to do with it." "Now get that through your skull." "Wait." "I'm not through yet." "─ Well, Neither am I." "But I'm not wasting any more time here with you." "What's that Scatters?" "I know the game you've been playing... and it's got to stop." "He did, huh?" "Even if I have to take it to Dickinson in Washington." "Alright." "I'll be over to see him in a few minutes." "So." "You're going to Washington with your little story, are you?" "Well, see how far you'll get." "You'll have to explain dragging Shanks on a rope." "And leaving him for dead." "And it will take a long time to explain that." "Officer." "Put him under arrest." "For attempted murder, and challenging the authority of the Federal Government." "Now..." "Shanks is in the hospital." "And if he dies." "We'll hang you higher than Pike's Peak." "Good morning." "Come on, get up." "Get up." "Alright." "Sit down, sit down." "Sit down." "Order in the court!" "Who picks the judges, Quissenberry?" "You?" "What do you care?" "They are your own people, aren't they?" "You ought to know." "Your Honors." "Tell the defendant, Joe Thunder Horse, that he has an attorney." "Mr Grandy." "Joe... you got attorney." "Now the charges are." "Assault." "Disorderly conduct." "And attempting to demoralize the tribe by reverting to savage customs." "Your Honors... where are the plaintiffs, Shanks and Turner?" "Where is Shanks and Turner?" "Your Honors." "Doctor Tuner was so badly injured by this defendant here." "That he's in the hospital." "Tom Shanks is also in the hospital at Ranger in a very serious condition." "Your Honors." "As counsel for the defendant, Joseph Thunder Horse." "I submit a plea of guilty to all three charges." "And I appeal to the mercy of the court." "Do you call this a trial, Quissenberry?" "I won't have that man for my lawyer." "Get rid of these dummies of yours here." "Put me on trial before a federal judge." "Lydia..." "Lydia." "Your Honor..." "I submit the defendant's remarks be stricken from the record." "And as he's violating the dignity of this court, he be made to sit down." "Joe." "Sit down." "Now." "Since counsel for the defendant has submitted a plea... of guilty." "The government is..." "Willing to accept that plea." "I suggest." "That you fix the maximum penalty for the defendant... in these offenses." "Ninety days at labor." "Joe... ninety days." "Okay?" "Your Honors." "How about costs and attorney's fees?" "Your Honors." "The government suggests." "That in addition to his jail sentence." "The defendant pay a hundred dollars fine..." "A hundred dollars for trial costs." "And a hundred dollars for attorney's fees." "To be taken from the funds, found on his person." "Joe... pay." "The car is in the garage." "I'll wait here for you." "Thanks, Lydia." "Are you sure this won't get you into trouble?" "They'll never know." "I'll put the keys back." "Even if I never see you again." "It's been worth it." "─ You'll see me again." "Where are you going?" "─ Washington." "Take care of Jenny." "Your money and things they took out of your pockets when they put you in jail." "Sam is waiting for you at the edge of the reservation." "Let me know where you are and I'll have your things sent on." "Chief." "I certainly heard that engine!" "What's that for?" "Oh, good or bad." "That's my horoscope." "What's become of the Indian?" "Ain't he in jail?" "─ No." "We'll take you along for investigation anyway." "Take him in, boys." "Jack, you drive his car." "Joe..." "I've been reading a lot about you, lately." "You've gotten yourself into a fine jam." "I explained my side of the story in my letter." "Yes." "And I believe you've told me the truth." "I've put myself in your hands, Mr Dickinson." "I'll do anything you say." "You've come to me because you think I've got the power to help you." "But I haven't." "Every move I make is blocked by the same organized group..." "That have been bleeding the Indians for years." "Water power." "Oil rights." "Cattle ranges." "Timber." "Whatever the Indian happens to own, they manage to get away from him." "They control public opinion and legislation." "And they've got me hog-tied." "Well, they haven't got me hog-tied." "And they can't muzzle me, either." "Alright, Joe." "Get my Hopkins." "Attorney General's office." "Maybe this is what I've been waiting for... a concrete case." "We'll blow it wide open." "Hopkins..." "Dickinson talking." "I have a fugitive from justice here." "And I want him paroled to me." "Joe Thunder Horse." "Yes, that's it." "A Sioux." "Montezigo reservation." "Yes." "Will you explain to the Attorney General?" "Thanks." "Now then." "─ Thanks." "It's going to be a fight, Joe." "I'll fight." "The most powerful interests in the country will try to smash you." "But if they do... they'll have to smash me, too." "Mr Chairman." "I make the charge that this investigation." "Is nothing but a political appeal to the sentimentality of the American people." "It's chief character is a renegade Indian." "An attempted murderer who at this very moment is sitting before us." "Mr chairman." "I object to Senator Beale's continuing, except as a sworn witness." "Proceed with the hearing." "Joseph Thunder Horse." "Will you take the witness chair, please?" "Have him sworn in." "You can't get in here without a pass." "A pass?" "Say, do you recognize the professionals around here?" "Look here stranger, I made that Indian." "He's worth $500 a week to us back in Chicago." "And I'll pay more if I've got to." "Just tell Joe Sam is out here." "He'll give us a pass." "All messages have to come through the Indian Commissioner." "Sure, the government gives them land." "It gives it to them and then kicks them off." "If you inherit some land Senator, all you got to do is take a will into court." "If an Indian's folks leave him some land." "He wakes up one morning to find the Agent has sold it to a white man." "Isn't the Indian credited with the amount of the purchase price?" "I'll say he's credited." "On the Agent's books." "And I'll give a copper-lined casket to any Indian who gets to look at them." "He'll need it." "I protest." "American statesmen have labored long and hard." "To transform the savage into a property-owning, law-abiding citizen." "Yeah." "You've made a lot of diseased beggars out of them." "How about this, Commissioner?" "He's giving you only a part of the picture." "The truth of the matter is." "The Indians in the United States carry a debt burden of forty million dollars." "For bridges, roads and irrigation projects." "Most of which they cannot, by any stretch of the imagination, make use of." "So, why were they built?" "─ To pay political debts to contractors." "And for the advantage of white settlers and tourists." "But the Indian was granted citizenship during the Coolidge administration." "In return for his services during the war." "The Indian as citizen, eh?" "That's funny." "He hasn't any constitutional rights." "He can't even hire a lawyer without the Agent's consent." "Oh, he's give the right to live... on waste land." "He's given the right to trial, before Indian judges..." "Who are under the Agent's thumb and do just what he tells them to." "He's given the right to worship." "But if he remembers Indians have a religion of their own, he gets beaten." "He's given the right to love." "But a white man can violate an Indian girl and get away with it." "On what authority do you bring a charge about the treatment of Indian girls?" "My fifteen-year old sister." "Order... please!" "Anything further you wish to say?" "Yes." "You used to shoot the Indian down." "Now you cheat him and starve him and kill him off by dirt and disease." "It's a massacre!" "Any way you take it." "Mr chairman." "Commissioner." "The hearing of the Committee on Indian Affairs is adjourned til further notice." "I have a warrant for your arrest for the murder of Thomas Shanks." "He died yesterday." "Alright, boys." "Cochran." "I want you to go with him into Ranger." "See that he gets every possible break." "Keep in touch with me." "─ Very well, Mr Dickinson." "Here he is." "My name is Jennings." "Sheriff of Ranger County." "You from Washington, ain't you?" "─ That's right." "This is the man we're to turn over to you." "Oh... alright, come on." "Hello Joe." "Joe!" "─ Lydia." "Everything is going to be alright." "Dickinson is helping." "I'm afraid of what they'll do to you, Joe. ─ Don't worry." "This is my attorney, Mr Cochran." "Oh yes." "How do you do?" "─ Alright, let's go." "Quiss, it don't look so good to me." "Why, he's going to hang." "That will teach him to shoot his mouth off to a senate committee." "He'll hang if we can keep that sister of his from testifying." "And if we don't?" "─ We'll all hang." "He's basing his entire defense on her testimony." "The unwritten law: justifiable homicide." "Hmm... don't worry." "White Feather has already taken care of her." "What do you mean?" "─ She won't be there to testify." "What shall I do?" "Bring Jenny in to town?" "I'd rather she stayed right in the hotel with me until the trial is over." "I wish there was some other way, Cochran." "She's only a kid." "Her testimony is all we have, Joe." "Besides, don't forget what this trial means to Dickinson." "We're going to prove the whole Indian case right here." "I know." "I understand." "I want you to stick close to her, Lydia." "Don't let her be alone." "─ I will, Joe." "How long will it take?" "I'll have her in Ranger by 9 o'clock tonight." "Adam." "I've come for Jenny." "Jenny not here." "─ Where is she?" "She here last night." "Today, Jenny gone." "Have you looked for her?" "─ Look everywhere." "Jenny, gone." "Go to Turning Eagle and search every hut on the road." "I'm going to Eagle Bute." "Did you see Jenny?" "No." "Tomorrow morning is Joe's trial." "And Jenny's gone." "White Agents afraid of the truth, eh?" "─ Yes." "And they'll hang Joe if Jenny is not there?" "Yes." "─ No, they won't." "In the old days Adam, we had war councils." "We've got to fight again now." "We've got to stop that trial." "They take Jenny away." "We take Joe out of jail." "We'll burn the courthouse." "Come on." "Judge Eldridge." "How can I allow my client to got to trial until the witness Jenny is found?" "The Prosecutor ought to know that." "It's a matter for the Sheriff to locate the witness." "Mr Quissenberry." "Isn't the Agent responsible for the persons of the Indians entrusted to him?" "Well..." "The Indian reservation covers hundreds of miles of territory." "You can't expect to keep an eye on each Indian individually." "Nevertheless, Mr Quissenberry." "I delegate you to find her." "Very well, Your Honor." "I'll see what I can do." "We're meeting tonight... in Ranger." "Separate... and come in from different directions." "Understand?" "Why, you're trembling Lydia." "What's the matter?" "Jenny has disappeared." "─ Jenny?" "They are coming to town from all over the reservation." "They're going to fight." "If Jenny is not found, they will stop the trial." "They're coming to get you out." "There must be a trial." "It's why I'm here." "Dickinson counts on it." "I can't let him down." "But Joe, you'll never get a fair trial." "They've got to keep out of this." "I'm the one who started it." "And I'm not quitting now." "Fire!" "Fire!" "Joe..." "look!" "Hey boys, come here." "Come here!" "Get more deputies." "The fools." "They think burning the courthouse down will stop the trial?" "They'll only call the troops." "They're going to spring Joe from the jail." "Why's this Indian in jail?" "Come on, Joe." "─ Wait a minute." "You're not helping me." "This trial has got to go on." "Don't you understand?" "Joe..." "Joe..." "White Feather knows about Jenny." "I know." "Come on." "Lydia, you get back to the reservation and stay there." "Adam, take care of her." "Where is the Sheriff?" "─ He's out looking for more men and guns." "I will release you." "You tell them that I'll be back to stand trial when I find Jenny and not before." "Let him go." "Come on." "Hey, quiet." "Shut up." "Quiet!" "There is got to be a trial, you understand?" "For Dickinson, for all of us, burning the courthouse won't stop it." "They'll only bring the soldiers and shoot you down." "We don't want another massacre." "Let the trial go on." "All we need is my sister, Jenny." "I just found out where she is, and I'm going to get her." "You... go and get the white lawyer Cochran, and bring him here to me." "The rest of you go home." "Go back to the reservation where you belong." "We'll never get a square deal by breaking a white man's law." "Joe wants lawyer." "Cochran." "─ Alright." "You stay here." "Joe..." "Joe!" "If we can prove that Quissenberry kidnapped your sister." "Dickinson will remove him from office." "Great." "Let's go." "Alright, give it to him." "Ah... ah..." "I'll tell." "I'll tell where Jenny is." "─ I guess that's enough, Joe." "Where is she?" "─ On the road." "An old shack." "I'll take you." "Get into Ranger." "And tell the judge we've located the witness." "Alright, put his clothes on and bring him along." "He can't make no getaway over this road." "Maybe he ain't aiming to make no getäway." "Here, Barney." "You men wait here." "Cochran, come with me, will you." "Jenny." "Hey, break this door down." "Jenny!" "Jenny!" "Alright." "Jenny." "Bring him in." "Jenny... it's Joe." "Tell me: who did it?" "Don't be afraid." "Turn around." "Who did it?" "Who did it?" "Was it White Feather?" "White Feather." "Quissenberry made me do it." "Quissenberry and Turner." "Bring him over here." "Sign this." "Now, wait a minute." "Joe." "The Sheriff is here" "Hands up!" "Get them up." "Drop that gun!" "Keep them up everybody." "Keep them up." "Take his gun." "Sheriff." "Why you are about it, you'd better take White Feather." "I've got his full confession." "Alright, get him." "Get a doctor." "In view therefore, of the confession of the Policeman White Feather" "And the recommendation of the Prosecution." "The court directs the jury to return a verdict." "That the defendant, Joseph Thunder Horse be held "not guilty"." "Order!" "Your Honor may be pleased to know..." "That Dickinson has removed Quissenberry and Turner from office." "And is pressing for Federal Indictments against them." "Joe." "If the doctor knew you were climbing around like this..." "He knows." "Besides, I couldn't go away without saying goodbye to this country." "I kind of like it." "I've been looking for you to give you this." "You're not strong enough to go away yet." "Oh yes I am." "I got to go." "I suppose they want you to come back to Chicago?" "Oh, sure they do." "Guys like me don't come in pairs." "When will you go?" "You read it, Girly." "─ Never mind the "Girly"." "Why, Joe." "It's from Washington." ""In recognition of your fight for your people."" ""Would like you to accept position in Indian Service here."" ""To help eradicate, what Lincoln 70 years ago called an accursed system"." ""Dickinson."" "Think of all the time I wasted shooting glass balls and signing autographs." "This is a real job." "Will you help me?" "Guys like you don't come in pairs." "T-G"