DreamKeeper (2003) - full transcript

Eagle Boy did not know how long
he had been underwater...

nor how long he had been
fighting and ???.

But he knew he must find the
stride somewhere inside his self...

or perish as others from
his tribe had done.

Just get the hell out of here,
Shane.

Just go.
You've made up, all right? Just go!

Just get out!

You okay?

Hey, you boys!
Come on up here!

We're going to the Powwow!

What is that, y'all, up ahead?



- Road kill cafe.
- Stop.

Back up.

What's he doing?

He does this to every
dead animal we pass.

He has to honor them.

Been a long trip, man.

There goes your skin.

Word is traveling...
you are no good!

I haven't exactly heard any
honoring songs sung for you, Ikto!

Do not despair.
Come to my lodge.

Tonight. My fine wife
will cook you dinner.

- You trust me with your wife?
- No. But you are my friend...

and I won't watch you
turn to ribs and hair.

I will be grateful, Ikto.



When you see the Moon, come to the
Lodge of my fat and beautiful woman.

Do not burn them.
Coyote likes them raw.

There are only two livers here.
Where is the third for me?

You will eat what is left
after me and Coyote have feasted.

Leave me alone now.

I will, Fat Woman.

I am going to go out and get a duck.
Coyote likes a nice duck.

Maybe something will be left over
for the poor woman who cooks.

If Coyote should come
while I am out hunting...

you be nice to him. But watch out.

Do not let him eat everything
till I get back.

And don't let him admire your robe...

if you know what I mean!

Go, you lazy good-for-nothing.

A woman must eat also.

Somebody is here... under the moon.

Come, Sunkamanaitou.
Come feast in our lodge.

- Where is Ikto?
- Up to no good.

He always is.

Where's dinner?

It is coming.

Do not move so close.

Why not? Me and Ikto...
we share everything.

You're both good-for-nothings.
Loafers and cheaters.

He's off chasing a woman now,
I think.

You know he is. So let me...

You're here for dinner.
Nothing more.

There were buffalo livers in here.
Cooked and eaten.

Who ate them if not me,
and if Ikto is out chasing?

When Ikto returns and sees
there is nothing left to eat...

...I will be in trouble.
- Yes, you will be.

I must have two of something cooking
in the pan by the time he returns.

- But two of what?
- I do not know...

and I am afraid.

Now, now, Fat Woman.
Do not worry.

Coyote will make you feel better.

I will sing you a love song
taught to me by Hehaka, The Elk.

Yes... I am feeling better now.

Closer, please.

You will see what's for dinner...

two of them, cooking in the pan.

You will not feel a thing!
I have much practice!

Where are you going, Shunka?

Never invite him again!
He is greedy.

He took the livers?

Yes! He is a scoundrel.

Friend! Come back.
I only want one.

If you can catch me, Ikto...
you can have them both!

Oh, man...

Water pump, man.

The 1966 pony has died.

We came far.

Yeah, but not far enough, Grandpa.

- Sorry.
- We came far.

Heading to All Nations?

- We were...
- Hop in!

No, my horse. Three Moons...
we can't leave him.

Are you alright, Grandfather?

We are Lakota.
We will find our way.

I'll see you there, Brothers.

- Have a good time with Grandpa.
- Later, Bro!

See you later!

There they go. With a van
full of Cheyenne hot ties.

And we're stuck here with a horse
that rode in with Lewis and Clark.

Coyote has a strange sense of humor.

Grandpa, it's over.

I know.

Behind the seventh spot
is her heart.

Unceglla laid dead...

slain by a young vision seeker
who could hardly believe...

the warrior deed
he had performed.

The heart of the Ancient One was
like fire and ice at the same time.

Eagle Boy had killed the beast.

But it was her heart that held power.

Eagle Boy. You have done what
many before you have tried.

I beg of you now...

do not remove the horn
from my dead body.

Have you no mercy? Please.

Take the horn and stick it into the
wound at the 7th spot from my head.

The spot where your arrow struck.

Do it.

You have nearly completed
your vision quest, Two-Legged.

You have gone days without eating.
You have slain Uncegila. Now feast!

Cut from the body and
roast some meat.

I'm not hungry. I now have a power
stronger than hunger.

But you are still an Indian. Does not
an Indian always honor his kill?

Toss some tobacco into the water.
You must!

To give life to the children
of Uncegila? I will not!

I have made my four requests,
and you have defied all of them.

Now what I ask of you,
you must do.

Or lose the power you have won.

Return to the camp of your people, but
always keep me hidden in your lodge.

No one but you must look upon me.

Go, Two-Legged.
Take your power down to your people.

Eagle Boy had the power
he dreamed of.

Women came to his lodge
by the dozen.

You must never look
inside my lodge!

It was a fine day for that boy.

And it is a fine day for an old man.

Because I will ride into the Powwow
on my horse.

Yeah, awesome.

Would you have left
this horse to die?

No. I would've put the red-headed
Kiowa on him and wished good luck.

This horse is good medicine.

- How do you figure?
- He's a dun horse.

He is sacred. But back long ago,
in the camp of the Pawnee...

no one knew this...

The Pawnee were great farmers,
but during the season of the hunt

they move their cast
to follow the buffalo.

Do not look at the camp grandmother,
it will only make your heart feel sad.

I look at that camp, because
i can see, they're moving...

and soon go in and look
what is left behind.

Someday grandmother
i will be a great hunter...

and no more we'll be without.

Hej...???

But if not... We will surviwe.

Even if we must
follow that camp.

Dirty Belly and his grandmother

followd like revers peaking
up beans left behind.

This is how it is told.

They left you behind, Dun Pony.

It is worthless.
They left it for the coyotes.

If we were Apache,
we could eat it and be well.

But we are Pawnee, and cannot.
Leave it.

Grandmother, we will take
this horse with us!

It will slow us down. We must
follow the camp! Come now!

It will carry our packs.
We will travel well.

If it keep your tongue from wagging
like leaves in the wind, bring it!

I wish we were Apache. But then,
there is hardly any meat on his ribs.

He is our very own horse.
How poor are we now?

Even more so.

On this day, in the camp
of the Wolf Clan...

buffalo scouts returned...

bringing news of a holy slighting...

Chief Iron Spoon had craved for.

Iron Spoon!

- You have found the North herd!
- It is so. They are in the valley.

- And he's there, with them.
- The spotted bull.

He is magnificent. His coat
can be seen from the mountains.

Men of this band, gather.
An old man speaks.

in the valley,
the buffalo have come.

Among them is the spotted bull.

He who brings me the spotted robe
shall receive 12 of my best ponies...

all of my best horses, and the hand
of my daughter, Little New Rider.

This charge shall be an honorable one.
Mount your ponies and gather below.

The hunter on the fastes horse
shall kill us???

What these??? see today?

Grandmother this part bullets
been seen in the valley.

The low valley. The rider who
...chief ... horses...

and the chief's daughter.

???

They always thoes.

What are you doing?

I must take this chanse.
For us grandmother.

Do not be foolish child,
we are laught out enough.

Dirty Belly...

have you come to
sell us a pony we left behind?

I wish to run in this race.

Pick your place in the grass,
and prepare.

When I give the signal,
the charge begins.

Pawnee!

Pawnee, listen to me.

Lead me to the creek. Hurry.

Gather mud from this creek.

Dig for the clay. Paint me with it.

- Prepare your ponies!
- Hurry!

The Spotted Bull was taken...

but the hunters could not believe
whose spear had made the kill.

Dirty Belly was victorious
beyond his dreams.

It is the wandering boy, Dirty Belly.
How can it be?

The runners have returned.
One with the spotted robe.

The tall one with the Appaloosa?

No! Your grandson,
with the Dun Pony.

Why do you torment an old woman?
Go away and cease laughing at us!

A strange thing
has come about here today.

But what is so, is so.

You have brought me
the spotted robe, Dirty Belly.

in return, I give you 12 ponies...

and my daughter, Little New Rider.

Great Chief.
Your daughter is a fine woman.

And twelve ponies would make
my grandmother wealthy.

But I choose to keep
the spotted robe.

It did not matter how many ponies
or blankets were offered to him.

Dirty Belly refused to part
the spotted robe.

You are kind, but the robe
is for my grandmother...

and the horse, he is mine.

Pawnee.

Pawnee.

From the place where
the sun sets tomorrow...

a War Party will come.

The Oglalas. Hear me.

When the warriors are drawn up in
line of battle, ready to take blood...

climb upon my back.

Ride fast, into the middle
of the enemy...

and up to the war chief.

Count coup on this chief.
Then ride back.

You must count coup on their
bravest warriors four times.

But no more than this.

I understand.

Say this with your fist
on your heart.

I hear your voice, Great Dun Pony.

Oglala!

Oglala!

They are many!

Dirty Belly?

To strike an enemy with a coup stick
and leave him humiliated...

but unharmed
was a war honor of the highest rank.

This boy has some kind
of great medicine.

Or is it the pony?

Only a warrior of exceptional skill
and bravery...

could hope to count coup
in such a manner.

Most men died trying.

I counted coup four times.
And I was not killed.

I was not even wounded.

My medicine is strong!
I will go again!

Dun Pony.

You were my medicine...

my protector.

You were a gift from the Creator.

And I disobeyed.

And now I've lost you, my friend.

My friend!

Tirawa, the Great Mystery,
has been good.

Tirawa has let me
come back to a boy.

After this, do as I say...

no more, no less.

Leave me there tonight, and when
the sun appears, come for me.

She is beautiful.

Now, leave me here and
come back for me again tomorrow.

When the boy returned
the next morning...

he found yet another
magnificent horse...

more beautiful than the last.

For twenty nights he did this...

and found his self wealthy
with twenty horses...

finer than any the Pawnee Nation
had ever seen.

He married Little New Rider,
the chief's daughter...

and had many children.

When the Old Woman died,
he wrapped her in the spotted robe...

and let her make her journey
with honor.

The horse lived for many years.

And so does the Pawnee legend
of the Dun Horse.

Well, I don't think this Dun Horse
is going to fly.

So why don't we get some sleep?

I'm tired from all this walking.

So many look up there
and see stars.

I see our ancestors.

And I see her,
your grandmother.

It's been a long time
since I slept under the sky.

Far too long, Shane.

What really happened to my father?

I hear them still sometimes...

...singing songs of sadness.

He's out there.

Why did he do it?
Why did he leave us?

- He was a warrior once
- ...not when I ever knew him.

That spirit in the bottle
wants everybody, Shane.

She's like Unceglla.

She'll wrap around you
and take you under.

Some of us understand that...

...having an enemy gives us
a chance to be warriors again.

In the days of the grandfathers...

...when our enemies came
we staked ourselves to the land.

We faced whoever or
whatever it was...

...a big war against our people.

If one of us fell,
another one took his place.

The question is...

...not why did my son
get off the road.

It is who will take his place and
none of the enemy take us down.

You can't go back in time,
grandpa.

I'm not talkin' about goin'
back in time.

I'm talkin' about goin' forward.

I'm talkin' about now, Shane.

Before I leave this world...

...I wanna know that
you walk the Red Road.

I see him, grandpa.

I see the old ones...

...the way you used
to make me see.

Yeah.
They're always there for us.

If you look and listen,
you hear her.

You hear the song of
Quillwork Girl...

...and her seven star brothers.

That Cheyenne girl was known
far and wide for her quillwork.

It was said that her work
came from dreams she had.

What she dreamed,
she would make.

My daughter...

this one is finer than
the last you made.

It is the seventh war shirt.
Perhaps the best one.

I see. But now a mother must ask.

Because the people are whispering.
You have no brothers.

It is true.

Is there a young man courting you?

Why is it you spend your days
making man's clothes?

You can tell me, my girl.

A dream.

Can a daughter not share this
with her mother?

I am afraid to.

Nah, do not be!

Somewhere, a long way from here...

live seven brothers.

One day all of the world
will look up to them.

I am your only child.

I want to find them
and take them as my brothers.

That is why you made
these seven war shirts?

For these...

Brothers.

Dreams are sacred, Quillwork Girl.
They are teachers.

Do you know the path
to these brothers?

I believe so.
in the dream.

I've seen where the river turns and
the hill falls back into the pines.

They live in a big lodge and it is
painted with seven bear paws.

It is well you go, my daughter.
I will go with you.

in the dream I go alone, mother.

I must.

For days she had journeyed,
until she came upon a lodge...

planted with seven bear paws,
as in her dream.

Who keeps this camp?
I am the girl looking for brothers!

Is anyone in there?

Who comes here?

I am Quillwork Girl.
Looking for brothers.

Do you have brothers?

Six?

They are hunting.

I bring gifts.

Perhaps her mother was right.

Dreams are teachers
that tell us of paths to follow.

I wish you to be my brother.

The girl gave those
Cheyenne boys war shirts...

of the kind that made
young men proud.

They never seen such work come from
the hands of even the oldest women.

And so Quillwork Girl became
the sister to the seven brothers...

and they lived well.

She cures meat well.
She cooks fine kidney fat.

These clothes she makes...

- Where did she come from?
- I sent for her.

You, with the gift of No Touch?

Did not an old woman once tell you...

...not to use your strange gift?
- I wanted a sister!

Yeah, but did she have to be
so fine looking?

A sister should be fat and ugly...

but cook well land do quill work.

The Buffalo Nation sends me this way.
Where is the beautiful one?

- She is my sister.
- We want her!

Leave here now!

We will return.

We want this quillwork girl
for our own.

We wish to marry her
into our Nation!

Perhaps I have brought you trouble.

Perhaps I should go.

You are our sister.
We will protect you.

Hollow Horn.

We were hunting you.
Now you hunt us.

I am in love. Can you not see it?

We respect the Buffalo Nation.
You are our brothers.

We will offer you all that we can.
But we will not let you take our sister.

Very well.
If we cannot have her...

we will crush you all.

Give me the knife! To the trees!

Hurry! Hurry, go!

Hurry!

Brother!

Brothers! Sister!

Up there! in that tree!

- Don't stop!
- Run!

You're too close to the ground!

Hang on!

Hang on, sister!

Jump!

Jump now!

Where is he?

Look!

Little Brother!

What becomes of us, brothers?

What was meant
to become of us, Sister.

What was always meant to
become of us, Star Woman.

Yes, I dreamed this!

The white men call it
the Big Dipper.

The Cheyenne call it the Quillwork
Girl and Her Seven Star Brothers.

You see Star Woman?
She is the brightest one...

filling the night sky
with her quillwork.

And that one over there,
that's the Little Brother.

She's so beautiful,
that Quillwork Girl.

Things may change down here...

but Star Woman is there forever.

The Sky, Shane.
Mountains. Rivers.

That's power.

I see her.

Tell your children some day.

Tell them to look up and see.

Soon my generation
will be gone, Shane...

you'll get by without us.
But remember this...

a people without stories is like
the wind in the buffalo grass.

Who will keep our dreams?

Eagle Boy walked with power...

as long as he shielded that crystal
heart from the eyes of the people.

His arrows never missed.

Tatanka!

His eyes saw far, like an eagle.

Sometimes farther than
he wished to see.

in times when he wished
to be alone...

his power drew people to him.
People ready to do his will.

Eagle Boy!

He was no longer certain
If he was free...

or held fast by this power.

Is it not good to never want for meat?
To have any woman you desire?

To make the buffalo come to you?

Wait! Today you must do everything
backward, as a heyoka does.

You keep making new
ceremonies for me.

Every day a new ceremony.

If you refuse, Two-Legged,
I will take away the power.

Eagle Boy.

- It is a good morning.
- Good night.

Today is a new day.

What shall I ask you to do?

Why not ask me to go hunting
with the men as I once did?

Because you have the great
power now. You do not need...

to hunt for your meat, no more than
you need to woo the little winchinchalas.

Ah, yes... today is a good day
for a ceremony.

Today you will take
a woman for your wife.

Eagle Boy tried to get away.
He didn't want a wife.

He wanted a choice.

He wanted to see the Black Hills
as he once knew them.

Not as they would be
in a world far away.

Are you here?

I need you now!
Can you not hear me?

I am tired.

I am tired of having
any woman I want.

I miss trying to earn
a young girl's heart.

I am tired...

of not hunting for my own food,
my arrows never missing.

I can even see
into the future now...

and I do not want to.

I want to be able to accept the bad
with the good, as I once did.

Where are you?

I just...

I just want to be like other men.

Where are you?

Where...?

Shane! Wake up!

Let's ride.
They're waiting for me.

- I was dreaming.
- I know.

Where're you headed?

- To Albuquerque.
- Long way to go.

We've got room in the air-ride for
the horse. We can give you a lift.

No.

Thanks, but we'll get there alright.

This pony's magic.

Are you sure, sir?
Long way to go.

I can't believe you just did that.
What's wrong with you?

- What's wrong with you?
- We're gonna die out here.

- Then we'll die like warriors.
- It's not a good day to die, Grandpa.

It's a terrible day to die. 100 degrees,
we're walking down the highway.

There's nothing brave about it.

- You ask me, I would've...
- Me! That's all I hear from you!

There is no word in our language
for "me", "I".

Just "we"... "us".

Where did things go wrong?

It must be when men stopped
listening to the four-leggeds.

And the winged ones.
The animals.

He removed himself
from the circle, see?

He can't hear the raven no more.

- Can you?
- Sometimes.

Ask him how much further it is
until we get to Albuquerque.

Raven.
Keeps one eye in the future...

yet one eye in the past.

So his journey is always straight.

Gather!

Gather Chinook!

Gather here Clatsop
and Clackama and Salish.

Gather Skillets and all hunters
of the salmon.

The raven told the chief of the village
that bad things were coming.

The fish were leaving the waters.

The land was growing dry.

indeed, children
had begun getting sick.

But the sickness was
now spreading ...

to even the strong men,
the hunters.

The Great Spirit is crossed
with the Two-Leggeds.

Still are those among you who took
more from the waters...

than they needed.

What can be done, Raven?

What can be done
to appeal to the Creator?

The Great Mystery is just that,
a mystery.

- Father...
- Be calm.

Go and care for your sick.

I am the chief of this village.

I will find the medicine
that we need.

Not even the Great Chief's daughter
was spared the sadness.

Her husband was dying, and she knew
he would not survive another night.

I have asked the Creator for help.

I have asked the Elders.

Still...

our people are dying, and we...

She could only hope and pray that
her father had found a medicine...

and answer of any kind.

This old man had never come to
the wedding feasts...

or the Salmon Dance.

He had lived always
apart from the people.

Some even believed he had long ago
taken the journey to the other side.

I have lived one hundred summers...

and one hundred snows.

I don't even know how old
I am anymore.

But I know this.

I have been kept alive for a reason.

And from where the sun
has risen today...

I understand why.

My father was a shaman
among the Chinook.

When I was a boy, fishing here,
in this river...

he told me that a great sickness
would befall the people...

everyone.

Every man and child would die...

unless an offering was made,
to the Great Spirit.

What must we offer?

A daughter of the headman...

and daughter of the man
who is or was chief...

must go to the high cliffs
above the sacred river...

and give herself back to the earth,
back to Creator.

And when this is done,
the sickness will leave this land.

I have spoken, and it is so.

I have told my father's secret.

Now I will take the journey
to the other side.

And so...

honoring the vision of
The Old One...

the daughters of all headmen,
all chiefs, came forth bravely...

to the central fire.

I have made my decision.

We will meet death with courage.

No woman from this tribe shall be
asked to take the journey.

Council has ended!
Go to your camps.

All will be well, my wife.

Do not worry.

The sickness will pass
like the wind on the water...

soon.

If I die...

I go bravely.

She loved her husband
as she loved her father...

as she loved her people.

Creator.

I stand up here before you,
your daughter.

I don't want to leave.

But if I do...

will you make the sickness
pass quickly from the people?

If you accept me...

show me that you hear me.

Show me in the sky.

Otter Woman?
Where are you?

When the sun rose over the water,
so did the sick of the village.

Strength slowly returned
to the people.

The waters ran clear.

It was truly a sacred happening.

What has brought this
blessing to the village?

Creator... my daughter has
taken the journey for us.

Show me that you have received
her into the Other World...

I beg of you.

The waters from those falls
continued to drop from those cliffs...

for many summer moons...

and the people remember why.

That girl didn't think of herself...

she thought of her people.

- I'm hungry.
- Me too.

Maybe the raven will lead us
to some buffalo.

I don't want buffalo.
I want a cheeseburger.

- Hey, it's a stray.
- It must belong to someone.

We haven't eaten since Santa Fe.

We've got a bit of
cheese spread left, somewhere.

I can't wait to see this.

I've gotta do this, cow...

Over them bluffs there,
that's the road to the Powwow.

They're waiting for me.
We're getting very close.

If this is the right road...

It might be the wrong road.

It might be the wrong road?

Might be going down
The wrong road

Gotta get to the Powwow of course
Hauling gramps on his mobile horse

I don't know that song.
is it Arapahoe?

I know this place.

Are you sure?

Follow that trail.
We're getting close.

I see tracks of a pony
that I once knew!

There is only one Black feet hunter
who cut his arrow stone in this way.

Your father...
he took the journey long ago.

I know his tracks.
I know his stone work.

He is hunting this way,
and we will follow him.

It has been two winters since
his father has gone...

and still he does not let him go.

It is not easy to let fathers go.

Perhaps not, but we must find game,
or we perish.

I turn back now.

Look, Whirlwind Dreamer!
You see how the tracks run now!

He is after buffalo!

Father.

Father!

It is time to let me go, Ekuskini.

Father!

All he found there was a stone.

Or was it just a stone?

For that stone held the memory of
his father and had great medicine.

With that stone close to his heart...

he hunted well and found many
buffalo for many years to come.

That is how it was told to me by
a Black feet at the great Powwow.

That Black feet has moved on.

I don't know if the story
has survived.

Why don't you tell the one about
how us Lakota used to eat dogs?

Maybe that'll inspire us, huh?

You couldn't catch a cow,
how are you going to catch a dog?

I'll bait him in with some
cheese spread.

That could work.

Got any coffee?

- How could you do this to me?
- We followed the road, that's all.

You set me up!

All this time, we were headed here.
No Powwow.

You ripped me off!
You skunked me!

Grandson...

Nice trailer house.

Ain't bad.

Breakin' wild horses.
For a rancher.

- Janine gets the money, don't she?
- Yeah.

But it's only money.
They need you back there.

I had to find some work.

- A young man needs his father.
- I'm riding it out, Dad.

- I'm ridin' that horse out.
- You can't do it alone, Sam.

- We just drag each other down.
- We can pick each other up, too.

Your Grandpa once told me:

"One twig might bend...

but the bundle
will always remain strong."

This horse you are riding out...
we have no power over it.

If you can face your defeat...

and trust in Wakan Tanka...

you will find you way back
to the center.

You are not alone on this road, son.

You gonna offer your son
something to eat?

Casino on the Rez now, yeah?

I'm going to go over there
one night.

I'd like to win a million dollars.

- What'd you do with a million dollars?
- Buy a sports car.

Buy me a young white woman
who wants an Indian name...

and drive to the
All Nations Powwow in style.

They got a pizza joint
on the Rez now, too.

- He got you all the way here?
- Yep.

- He knew where he was coming?
- No.

I get it.

He told me I was taking him
to the Powwow.

You are.

It starts when the sun comes up,
and we're going.

Well, maybe we should
leave right now.

No. Old Man's tired.

Rest here.
Go in the morning.

I can't believe this!

Your mother still over at
Lone Man School?

What do you care?

Maybe you should go. If you've come
here to tell me what I already know.

You don't know nothing.

- I didn't know you were coming.
- I didn't know you were leaving!

- One surprise after another, huh?
- No. No surprises, Shane.

I'll give it to you the way it is.
Your old man ain't no good.

So why don't you let him be no good
by himself and not hurt nobody else?

That's cool with me.
That's what I want too, man.

I don't need no one telling me
what road to walk either.

That's enough!

I didn't come all this way
to listen to this baloney!

I've made this journey
for one reason.

The people want to hear the stories.
That's all.

Like I said...

stay the night and rest.

Then get to the Powwow
and tell your stories.

Our stories, Sam.

The ones that are leaving me.
Some I can no longer recall.

Before I leave this world,
I want to...

You've been saying that
for the last thirty years, Dad.

You're like the Ever ready Rabbit...
drum and all.

I will finish the story of the
Black Hills Dreamer...

The Legend of the Vision Quest...

tomorrow.

Take the bed, Dad.

Me and Shane will sleep outside.

Like Indians.

The old man,
he tell you stories all the way?

One or two.

He pulled you on the
Powwow trail, didn't he?

Him and his Powwows.

The Powwows ain't real, you know.

Just Indians dancing
for the white man.

Fry bread and baloney.

- Maybe..
- Then why are you doing it?

Because he's my grandfather.
And it means something to him.

Hey, Sam. Got company?

We got that torch water, Sam.

- Canada brand.
- Take your whiskey somewhere else.

You think you're too good
for us, brother?

- Too good to ride with us?
- You can move on down the road.

I'm on the wagon.

- Who's that?
- My son.

His son...
Family problem.

We'll catch you later, Sam.
You know where to find us.

Don't mind him.

That's just Coyote.
Lives over in Hobbs.

He's going to go all night.

He's a pisser, isn't he?

Yeah.

Go with him, Shane.

Stay with him.

Stay on the Red Road.

And leave you down this one?

You were talking
in your sleep last night.

I was?

Yeah. in Indian.

I don't talk in Indian.

You did last night.

Take that to Grandpa.

The Powwow's starting.
Get on the road.

Grandpa! Let's ride!

Got your coffee, Grandpa.

We're almost there, Grandpa.

You gotta get up.

You got to get to the All Nations.

They're waiting for you.

You got to get to the Powwow.

He's gone, Shane?

Long ride back to Pine Ridge.

You okay?

He didn't finish it.
The Vision Quest.

- He never finished that story.
- Like he said himself:

"Who will tell the stories?

Who will tell us
about Eagle Boy?"

He came down off the mountain
with a lot of power, Eagle Boy.

Power he wasn't sure he wanted.

He was alone... all alone.

It is Eagle Boy!
He has returned!

Today you face me East once again.
It is a sacred direction.

Yes, it is.

My grandfather once told me
it is the direction of the Eagle.

It is the place from where light
and understanding come.

Then understand this. Today
I have a new ceremony for you.

No. Today I have a new
ceremony for you.

That is not how it is, Two-Legged.

I say what is so, or you lose
your great powers.

- No more will I do as you say.
- You defy me?

I who have given you the greatness
you have long desired? Look at me!

You have the power to see ...

into tomorrow.

You have everything you want.

You are more than
a human being now.

I am just a human being.

Do as I say, or lose your powers!

It is a good day...

to let my people see the truth!

Look! The heart!
The heart of Uncegila!

It has been four days...

and four nights...

and nothing!

- I am angry, Grandfather.
- Why?

I have returned with nothing.

I have no more knowledge than
when I went up four nights ago.

You were looking so hard
for wisdom and power...

would you even know
if it was offered to you?

You went looking for a vision
the way a hunter chases a buffalo.

The way warriors
go after scalps.

You fought the spirits.

You believed that they
owed you something, a vision.

Suffering by itself brings no vision.
Nor does bravery...

nor sheer will power.
A vision comes as a gift.

If from your vision you have
learned only this, Grandson...

then already you have
learned much.

For true power and wisdom
comes from within.

When a man realizes his oneness
with all creation.

When he realizes that at the center
of the universe dwells a power...

greater than his self.

This center is everywhere.
It is within each of us.

Go now, and walk the
Good Red Road...

Mitakue Oyasln.

Mitakue Oyasin.
All My Relations.

That's the way it was told to me,
anyway.

A long time ago.

Dad...

You sure about this?

Yeah. Gotta get there.

I'm proud of you, Shane.

I'm really proud of you, man.

When you get home, I'll be there.

- We'll be there.
- Really?

Ain't no word for "me" or "I"
in our language. Just "us".

Our stories.

You get there, man.

I know you're old, Three Moons.
This ain't fair.

Let's fly, Dun Pony.

Yeah, Moon! Yeah, yeah!

That's it. Here you go!

Hey, that's a nice horse.

- Where'd you come from on this pony?
- South Dakota.

- You're a Pawnee!
- Yes.

Wolf Clan.

To us, the Dun Horse
has medicine.

Hey, at the give-away, I'll call your
name. This horse will be yours.

I know this pony.

Belongs to Pete Chasing Horse,
the Storyteller.

He sent me.

Shall I tell you stories?

Shall I tell you how it was told
by the old ones...

to my grandfather's
grandfather long ago?

This is how it was told to me.

Let me tell you, and you will
remember to pass it down.

For this is how it happened,
long ago...