Tell Them Willie Boy Is Here (1969)
Willie Boy: Indian's don't last in prison. They weren't born for it like the whites.
Title Card: In the summer of 1909, a member of the oldest American minority, a Paiute Indian named Willie Boy, became the center of an extraordinary historical event. This is what happened in the deserts of California.
Tom: Did you see that crazy Calvert go by?
Willie Boy: Ate his dust.
Tom: When did you get back to Banning, Willie Boy?
Willie Boy: Five o'clock freight.
Tom: Goin' to the fiesta?
Willie Boy: Is that where you're goin', Tom?
Tom: Trailin' Mr. Calvert with a tow just in case he breaks down - or breaks his neck.
Willie Boy: Well, I guess that's where I'm goin'.
Tom: Mr. Calvert said you been a foreman on a ranch in Victorville for a while.
Willie Boy: Yep.
Tom: I hear a white woman owned it.
Willie Boy: You heard right.
Tom: And you left?
Willie Boy: Husband come home.
Lola: Why do you want trouble?
Willie Boy: It goes with you.
Lola: I'm not worth it.
Willie Boy: You bet.
Lola: Here comes your trouble - my father and my brothers.
Old Mike: I told you before - I'll shoot you. Don't you believe me, Willie Boy?
Willie Boy: I believe you, Mike. Last time I run off with it. This time I'm askin' you.
Old Mike: I can't hear you.
Willie Boy: Well, you'd better.
Willie Boy: Whatcha got, Meathead? Death Valley Juice?
Meathead: Hell, no - white man's whiskey. I got real confidence in it. I didn't make it - I stole it. Buyin'?
Willie Boy: I'm waitin'. See how long it takes to kill.
Ray Calvert: That's the way to be born if you gotta be born, Coop. Boston money, smart and snotty, everything comin' to you. The superintendent of this here Indian reservation has got the finest legs I've ever seen on man or beast. It's too bad she don't like you, Coop. There's gold in them hills.
First Poolroom Patron: Any of you boys ridin' up to Riverside for the parade?
George Hacker: I wouldn't budge my butt to see President Taft. Why should I?
Second Poolroom Patron: The President's gonna feel pretty bad about that, Hack.
Deputy Sheriff Christopher 'Coop' Cooper: Out! I'm not about to waste my night in jail with you. Get your rig and get the hell out of the county.
Meathead: That's damn white of you, Sheriff.
Injured Poolroom Patron: That damned redskin tried to kill me! What kind of town is this? That's my blood. He tried to kill me!
Deputy Sheriff Christopher 'Coop' Cooper: If he tried, you'd be dead.
Dr. Elizabeth Arnold: I use you the way you use me and if you weren't a fool playing sheriff in a dusty market town you'd know that. You'd know something!
Deputy Sheriff Christopher 'Coop' Cooper: Who do you think you are?
Dr. Elizabeth Arnold: Elizabeth Arnold - A.B., Radcliffe; Anthropologist, Smithsonian; M.D., Johns Hopkins! Who are you?
Deputy Sheriff Christopher 'Coop' Cooper: Frank, I need a coroner down here right away.
Sheriff Frank Wilson: Who got killed?
Deputy Sheriff Christopher 'Coop' Cooper: Some Indian. The killer's run away with his daughter.
Dr. Elizabeth Arnold: Willie killed Mike and took Lola. They call it marriage by capture. The mother knew that and told her to go.
Willie Boy: Don't feel sad. I didn't hate him. One way of the other you die in the end. They won't catch us, Lola. They won't even try. Nobody gives a damn what Indians do. Nobody.
Deputy Sheriff Christopher 'Coop' Cooper: What the hell's he want to go go to Palm Springs for? What's he got there but some lungers livin' in tents and some Indians he don't know. He should be headin' to Twenty-Nine Palms where he can get help. He should be headed up the Dry Morengo Pass.
Willie Boy: I didn't think they'd want me that bad. Maybe they're like me. Maybe it's you they want.
George Hacker: What's he doin' along if he don't want to catch him?
Charlie Newcombe: Willie didn't even have a gun when he went for that girl of his and I don't want to see him lynched by some poolroom bum or some politician like you - and I'm tellin' you whether you like it or not, Judge.
Judge Benby: I think you send that man home, Sheriff.
Deputy Sheriff Christopher 'Coop' Cooper: You're not mayor yet, Judge. You're just runnin' - the same as Willie.
Lola: Willie, are you going to kill them?
Willie Boy: If I have to.
Lola: What do you mean, "If you have to?"
Willie Boy: I mean if they keep comin'.
Lola: But they're white, Willie. They'll shoot forever.
Willie Boy: How long is that? Less than you think.
Lola: It's crazy, Willie! You can't win. You can't beat them, Willie, ever.
Willie Boy: Maybe... maybe. But they'll know I was here.
Lola: It's Charlie Newcomb.
Willie Boy: Maybe they put a few dollars on my head and he needs a new guitar.
Sheriff Frank Wilson: What I'm tryin' to say is that federal agents were watchin' when McKinley was gunned down in Buffalo by a lone assassin. Anybody can kill the President if they want to. They don't even need a good reason. They don't even need to be smart. All they need to be is willing. Now people back East don't understand guns, but nobody believes that. Out West, we've learned to live with 'em. Presidential assasination will not happen in this town like it happened to President McKinley.
Sheriff Frank Wilson: Would you boys like to see the Presidential suite?
Deputy Sheriff Christopher 'Coop' Cooper: I think the gentlemen would like to see the bar. The orange juice is on the house; the bourbon is on Sheriff Wilson.
Deputy Sheriff Christopher 'Coop' Cooper: I've never seen you in Eastern war paint before.
Dr. Elizabeth Arnold: I need their help with the President. They're more likely to help their own kind.
Deputy Sheriff Christopher 'Coop' Cooper: Well, you're their kind.
Sheriff Frank Wilson: Bad news, Coop, real bad!
Deputy Sheriff Christopher 'Coop' Cooper: Like what?
Sheriff Frank Wilson: Willie Boy and a band of Paiutes ambushed the posse.
Deputy Sheriff Christopher 'Coop' Cooper: How do you know?
Sheriff Frank Wilson: What do you mean, "How do I know?" It's on the Western Union from Whitewater Station.
Deputy Sheriff Christopher 'Coop' Cooper: How many got it?
Sheriff Frank Wilson: Ray Calvert's dead. Two or three others - we don't know. Those newshounds are burning up the wires and they're pulling you and me right in the middle along side of the President. And those sons-of-bitches are in there gettin' half drunk on my whiskey!
Dexter: Is there any danger to Riverside? What about the President's train? How could a couple of hundred Indians get the idea they could overthrow the government of the United States? And where is Ruby Mountain?
Deputy Sheriff Christopher 'Coop' Cooper: Where it always has been.
Charlie Newcombe: You keep pushin' him and he's gonna start killin' for real and all this bull they're makin' up is going to come true.
Deputy Sheriff Christopher 'Coop' Cooper: My father got it from a horse thief in a Ludlow saloon that was so drunk he couldn't even stand up.
Newman: Indian wasn't it?
Deputy Sheriff Christopher 'Coop' Cooper: Half and half.
Newman: Well, it don't make sense.
Deputy Sheriff Christopher 'Coop' Cooper: Maybe that's the sense it makes.
Willie Boy: Run! Run! The road leads right to them. Tell them Willie Boy is here!
Deputy Sheriff Christopher 'Coop' Cooper: Same signal for you.
Harry: Suppose you get a knife in your gut so I don't hear no shots at all?
Deputy Sheriff Christopher 'Coop' Cooper: You'll hear me grunt.