Meeting the arms dealer (from "Dead Man", film by Jim Jarmusch)
I n d i a n N o b o d y - White man's trading post. Indians get diseases there.
W i l l i a m B l a k e - What do you mean?
IN - Smallpox, consumption. Blankets are infected. It spreads through the
villages. I see you have acquired a new weapon.
WB - Hmm? Oh, yes. A Winchester. Here. Take it.
IN - No.
WB - No, really. Take it. I took it off a dead white man.
IN - Did William Blake kill this white man?
WB - Yes. William Blake killed the white man.
IN - We need a canoe.
IN - Water.
WB (reads) - "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."
IN - It's not bad.
WB - Huh?
IN - It's not a bad illustration of you, William Blake.
WB - Well, I want you to have it. It's a present.
IN - Aho.
T h e S e l l e r - 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.
IN - Good morning.
WB - May our Lord Jesus Christ wash this earth with His holy light.. And purge
its darkest places from heathens and philistines.
IN - The vision of Christ that thou dost see is my vision's greatest enemy. Do
you have tobacco?
S - We sure don't.
IN - Aren't those tins of tobacco right there behind you?
S - 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.
IN - Blanket.
S - Yes, my fine fellow. Ammunition.
WB - Uh, I'd like some tobacco, please.
S - 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.
WB - Yes, I am.
S - By the grace of the Lord Almighty. Sir, would it be presumptuous of me to
ask you for your autograph? please, kind sir. It would be a great honour. Pardon