Red Dead Redemption

At Home with Dutch

[MacDougal stares into his microscope.]

Harold: Incredible. Simply incredible.

John: Hello, Professor.

Harold: Hello, sir! Mr. Marston and Mrs. Morgan, sir and ma'am. Good day, good day. How are you?

Maddie: Well, my family's health and wellbeing are being threatened by some unscrupulous government agents and my own hard-won freedom is under duress, but these problems aside, I suppose I'm fair.

Harold: Yes, the problems of civilizing nomads. Tell me, sir and ma'am, are you of from Norse stock?

John: Not as far as I know. I was raised in an orphanage. My father was Scottish.

Harold: Unfortunate. You'd make an interesting case for my theory of natural population characteristics.

Maddie: Really?

Harold: Why yes, a white man and woman obviously, but, but, but with a savage spirit. Trust me, sir and ma'am, I mean savage in the best possible sense. Natural nobility, but also simple. Pure. I've been looking at some blood samples through my microscope and you know what?

John: No.

Harold: Ah, well of course you don't. It's a remarkable breakthrough. I've been looking at the blood of both natives and white men of corresponding height, weight, and age and you know what?

Maddie: Again, no.

Harold: They're exactly the same! It's remarkable. It completely refutes my last book, but I'll tell you what, sir and ma'am, this sabbatical in the field may have been somewhat forced upon me by circumstance, but my scholarship has benefitted enormously! Would you, like to partake of a syringe of cocaine? I've quite enough for three.

Maddie: Not right this minute, no.

Harold: It's a remarkable drug. It entirely restores the ego. Takes one back to a primal state. Helps my thinking enormously. Oh, Nastas! Come on. Come in, sir. (enunciating) Would you like to take off your slippers? Or skin a rabbit? I know we cannot see the stars, but still my heart is pure, and we meet as equals! (to John and Maddie) These savages must be spoken to simply in metaphors.

Nastas: No, sir. I grew up on a reservation and attended school.

Harold: Oh. Lovely.

Nastas: But I can show you what you want to see. I know where the group of bandits you seek are hiding. Both of you.

John: Van der Linde has attracted a following of young men on the reservation. They are turning to bad things.

Harold: The savage heart cannot be conventionally civilized! I was right all along!

Maddie: Where is Dutch van der Linde based?

Nastas: In the hills in Cochinay. Let's go. I know a way there that is not guarded.

Harold: Marvellous. Simply marvellous. Time to do our bit for humanity, Mr. Marston and Mrs. Morgan.

Nastas: Come. Let's hurry. Stay close.

[They get on their horses.]

Harold: So I understand we have a mutual interest in Mr. Van der Linde?

John: You gonna kill him too?

Harold: Kill him? Good God, no. What is it with your people out here? No, Van der Linde fascinates me. A white man living among natives. A civilized mind turned savage. It's 'reverse integration'...or 'regressive acculturation'... I don't know, I haven't found a name I like yet.