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Format: Layer, Start, End, Style, Name, MarginL, MarginR, MarginV, Effect, Text
Dialogue: 0,0:00:06.36,0:00:13.26,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,Piss-legged, drag-assed khakis tucked into jump-boots,
Dialogue: 0,0:00:13.26,0:00:19.02,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,a sleeping-bag coat torn by river-bank blackberries—
Dialogue: 0,0:00:19.02,0:00:24.52,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,parks himself across on the bench opposite the man
Dialogue: 0,0:00:24.52,0:00:29.14,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,writing at a riverside picnic table. Clears his throat:
Dialogue: 0,0:00:30.90,0:00:38.60,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,"Asking you a favor—guess my age. Close enough.
Dialogue: 0,0:00:38.60,0:00:43.31,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,Thirty-eight this year, okay. Ask me a question,
Dialogue: 0,0:00:43.31,0:00:49.45,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,any question. Know I’m Indian, yeah? Cheyenne,
Dialogue: 0,0:00:49.45,0:00:54.23,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,Montana. Damn Indians, all they know is how
Dialogue: 0,0:00:54.44,0:00:59.97,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,to do one thing: drink. Okay, here’s the joke.
Dialogue: 0,0:01:01.10,0:01:06.15,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,How do you track an Indian? Go on, guess—
Dialogue: 0,0:01:07.06,0:01:12.55,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,I’m listening. No? Put your ear to the wind
Dialogue: 0,0:01:12.55,0:01:23.38,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,for the sound of the guy crying, 'Hey bro, I’m thirsty!'"
Dialogue: 0,0:01:23.38,0:01:26.72,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,He unstraps a sweaty watchband, pushes the watch
Dialogue: 0,0:01:26.72,0:01:33.18,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,across the table. Digs one pocket for change—nickels,
Dialogue: 0,0:01:33.18,0:01:39.84,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,pennies, a dime—pours them around the watch.
Dialogue: 0,0:01:39.84,0:01:44.77,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,Three knuckles are bloody, the forearm protruding
Dialogue: 0,0:01:44.77,0:01:50.41,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,from his sweatshirt scored with long cuts, some scabbed,
Dialogue: 0,0:01:50.41,0:01:56.02,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,some fresh. He parts the midnight hair over his eyes:
Dialogue: 0,0:01:56.42,0:02:02.46,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,"Hey bro—another favor: drink with me? Take
Dialogue: 0,0:02:02.46,0:02:06.66,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,that watch for a dollar or two, go up to Hop Sing’s
Dialogue: 0,0:02:06.66,0:02:10.96,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,and get us a beer. You got to get it, bro,
Dialogue: 0,0:02:10.96,0:02:15.37,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,Hop Sing won’t dispense to me, damn Indian.
Dialogue: 0,0:02:15.37,0:02:21.35,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,So ask me a question, I’m listening. Name’s Wolverine.
Dialogue: 0,0:02:22.42,0:02:25.98,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,Only know how to do one damn thing—"
Dialogue: 0,0:02:28.17,0:02:34.15,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,He raises two fingers, points at a clutch of children
Dialogue: 0,0:02:34.27,0:02:40.38,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,in a wading pool. Cocks his thumb, cradles one arm
Dialogue: 0,0:02:40.38,0:02:45.66,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,like a gunstock, squints through an invisible scope.
Dialogue: 0,0:02:47.52,0:02:53.25,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,The neck tightens, pulling his lip into wolverine snarl;
Dialogue: 0,0:02:53.90,0:03:01.97,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,then rifle-recoil. Then the benign gaze of a full-time drunk.
Dialogue: 0,0:03:05.03,0:03:10.88,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,"My first rifle? Pellet gun. Plinking quail. Plink
Dialogue: 0,0:03:11.13,0:03:16.18,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,the rancher’s chickens when they strayed. One day
Dialogue: 0,0:03:16.18,0:03:19.78,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,saw this hippie thumbing on the highway
Dialogue: 0,0:03:19.84,0:03:23.41,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,while I was beating through sagebrush. Thought,
Dialogue: 0,0:03:23.41,0:03:27.24,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,Why not? Just a bigger sort of target. Didn’t guess
Dialogue: 0,0:03:27.61,0:03:31.98,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,I’d score at that distance, but plink—he claps
Dialogue: 0,0:03:32.52,0:03:36.74,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,his leg like a big horsefly nailed him, Ow!
Dialogue: 0,0:03:36.83,0:03:41.80,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,Goddam Ow! No idea who ambushed him.
Dialogue: 0,0:03:43.19,0:03:50.19,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,So I see I got a gift to sell to Uncle Sam."
Dialogue: 0,0:03:50.19,0:03:56.70,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,Groomed as a marksman, flown to Kuwait. Sniper duty
Dialogue: 0,0:03:56.70,0:04:02.01,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,plinking Saddam’s waterboys wading the dunes. Their hair
Dialogue: 0,0:04:02.03,0:04:09.40,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,black as his, heads poking out at sunrise in the crosshairs.
Dialogue: 0,0:04:09.40,0:04:14.64,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,They don’t fall to be found, pocketed like quail, they fall
Dialogue: 0,0:04:14.95,0:04:21.26,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,away behind dunes, unconfirmed kills. He can hear
Dialogue: 0,0:04:21.26,0:04:28.78,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,their water-cans leaking through the sand of his dreams.
Dialogue: 0,0:04:28.78,0:04:33.46,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,"Push the shirt up my arm. Farther. You got
Dialogue: 0,0:04:33.53,0:04:37.89,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,to push, bro, this other arm’s broke. Yeah,
Dialogue: 0,0:04:37.89,0:04:42.66,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,see that? Dog soldier. That’s the mark,
Dialogue: 0,0:04:42.97,0:04:47.10,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,like a crosshair, north east south west,
Dialogue: 0,0:04:47.47,0:04:53.05,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,grandfather’s four directions. Cut it myself.
Dialogue: 0,0:04:53.43,0:05:00.22,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,I’m a killer and I’m hurting. I can see you’re scared,
Dialogue: 0,0:05:00.22,0:05:03.22,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,a quail in the sage—don’t know which way
Dialogue: 0,0:05:03.27,0:05:08.46,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,to run. No fear, bro, my woman outranks me.
Dialogue: 0,0:05:08.79,0:05:13.76,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,Traded my rifle for Uncle Sam beans and cheese.
Dialogue: 0,0:05:13.76,0:05:17.32,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,He’s got a warehouse in Montana where
Dialogue: 0,0:05:17.32,0:05:22.04,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,our women line up to change bullets into beans."
Dialogue: 0,0:05:24.16,0:05:28.86,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,He wants the white man to rouse himself, take coins
Dialogue: 0,0:05:28.88,0:05:34.71,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,and wristwatch, raise him by his good arm to see Hop Sing
Dialogue: 0,0:05:34.77,0:05:39.67,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,about a canister of eight percent oblivion. He wants
Dialogue: 0,0:05:39.67,0:05:45.29,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,the invisible woman to trade him back one bullet full
Dialogue: 0,0:05:45.29,0:05:50.10,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,of all the water telescoped in the desert to plant
Dialogue: 0,0:05:50.10,0:05:56.38,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,beneath his wolverine chin. He wants a quail to claw
Dialogue: 0,0:05:56.43,0:06:02.98,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,his eyes, a mother to say No, a grandfather to sing
Dialogue: 0,0:06:02.98,0:06:12.41,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,West South East North, raising burnt sage in his palm.
Dialogue: 0,0:06:12.41,0:06:16.65,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,"Hop Sing’s is two blocks south. Drink a beer
Dialogue: 0,0:06:16.65,0:06:20.96,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,with me or walk me home, I’m hurting.
Dialogue: 0,0:06:21.02,0:06:24.94,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,This park’s a graveyard where clouds bury
Dialogue: 0,0:06:24.94,0:06:27.43,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,old water. Don’t turn round, bro,
Dialogue: 0,0:06:27.43,0:06:31.79,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,the black and whites are talking about us—
Dialogue: 0,0:06:31.82,0:06:37.23,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,—guess Hop Sing told them I was on the way, damn Indian."
Dialogue: 0,0:06:37.23,0:06:42.19,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,A police cruiser idles across the street. It’s a good day
Dialogue: 0,0:06:42.19,0:06:46.23,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,to walk away, the white man thinks. Then hands back
Dialogue: 0,0:06:46.23,0:06:54.59,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,the watch he has bought, and helps Wolverine to his feet.
Dialogue: 0,0:06:54.59,0:06:57.96,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,"My woman outranks me. Should I snipe her?
Dialogue: 0,0:06:57.96,0:07:03.02,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,Yes or no. Tell me my mother says No, tell me.
Dialogue: 0,0:07:03.02,0:07:07.52,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,Can you feel the shotgun pellets in my shoulder?
Dialogue: 0,0:07:07.52,0:07:11.85,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,Like stars in the river of grandfathers. Go on
Dialogue: 0,0:07:11.85,0:07:17.13,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,and touch them, bro, keep your hand there—"
Dialogue: 0,0:07:17.18,0:07:22.29,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,When their feet reach the edge of the park, jump-boot
Dialogue: 0,0:07:22.29,0:07:26.92,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,and sandal, black and whites bracket them. “Hold up,
Dialogue: 0,0:07:26.92,0:07:33.96,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,chief,” one blueshirt says. Another bends to his shoulder-radio,
Dialogue: 0,0:07:33.96,0:07:38.78,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,hand on holster. “Hands out of pockets. Sit on the curb.
Dialogue: 0,0:07:38.84,0:07:46.50,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,Name?” The white man expects to hear "Wolverine;"
Dialogue: 0,0:07:46.56,0:07:57.97,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,the answer is "White Crow, Leroy." Date of birth? "1967."
Dialogue: 0,0:07:58.03,0:08:04.99,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,Home? "The riverbank." The blueshirts ask the white man
Dialogue: 0,0:08:04.99,0:08:11.27,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,the same questions; the radio pronounces him free to go.
Dialogue: 0,0:08:11.27,0:08:19.14,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,“Walk away, professor,” the blueshirt advises. It’s sunny,
Dialogue: 0,0:08:19.14,0:08:25.21,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,mayflies unregulated as a drunk sniper’s thoughts blow east.
Dialogue: 0,0:08:25.21,0:08:30.79,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,The writer walks north to his car, the black and whites
Dialogue: 0,0:08:30.79,0:08:36.96,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,separate, east and west, and Leroy White Crow,
Dialogue: 0,0:08:36.96,0:08:41.52,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,a fresh ten in his pocket, alone again on legs
Dialogue: 0,0:08:41.52,0:08:47.55,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,too thin for his jump boots, wobbles south.
Dialogue: 0,0:08:47.55,0:08:52.22,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,His father is jailed two counties south for stabbing
Dialogue: 0,0:08:52.22,0:08:57.28,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,a logger in the cheek; he could use a visit.
Dialogue: 0,0:08:57.28,0:09:01.48,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,Somehow Leroy must get there—burrowing
Dialogue: 0,0:09:01.48,0:09:07.22,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,through roadside nights like Wolverine, or floating
Dialogue: 0,0:09:07.22,0:09:11.74,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,above Interstate 5 fog like White Crow--
Dialogue: 0,0:09:11.76,0:09:17.11,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,and he will. Even if his good arm breaks
Dialogue: 0,0:09:17.11,0:09:21.12,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,against some windshield, even if he’s knocked
Dialogue: 0,0:09:21.12,0:09:25.37,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,out of piss-legged khakis by a logging truck
Dialogue: 0,0:09:25.37,0:09:31.57,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,and reduced to a cloud of mayflies over a ditch,
Dialogue: 0,0:09:31.60,9:59:59.99,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,he will go south to bring drink to his father’s lips.