:22:00
The troopers took me
and turned me over...
:22:04
...to the Reverend Silas Pendrake,...
:22:07
...for moral guidance
and a Christian upbringing.
:22:11
- Can you drive a buggy, boy?
- Oh, yes, sir. I can do it.
:22:15
You're a liar, boy.
:22:17
If you was reared by the Indians,
how could you learn to drive a buggy?
:22:21
We shall have to beat
the lying out of you.
:22:40
Dear Jack.
:22:43
Welcome to your new home.
:22:47
Your travail is over,...
:22:49
...enfolded now as you are
in Christian love.
:22:53
Well, boy,
are you unable to converse?
:22:59
- No, I'm glad to meet your daughter.
- You are addressing my wife.
:23:05
Poor boy. Poor darling.
:23:09
Think of the years of suffering,
deprivation and hardship...
:23:13
...among those awful savages.
:23:16
The boy's deprivation, my dear,
has been more spiritual than physical.
:23:21
The Indians know nothing
of God and moral right.
:23:25
They eat human flesh, fornicate,
adulterise, misogynise,...
:23:32
...and commune constantly
with minions of the devil.
:23:36
It must be our task...
nay, our Christian duty,...
:23:41
- ...to beat the misery out.
- Beat the poor boy?
:23:44
- Not while there's breath in my body.
- I could have kissed her.
:23:48
I didn't mean beat him literally.
:23:51
I meant beat him symbolically.
:23:54
Poor boy. He hasn't
even had a proper bath.
:23:59
- I detect the odour of food.
- I shall wash this poor boy.