Hell on Wheels2011

Chief Many Horses:
[sharpening his knife as he speaks] Your brother was the runt of the litter. Smaller than all the other boys. How they picked on him and teased him. He was always in a fight. But he never backed down. It made him strong. It made him a great warrior. But not a great man. He never learned, as you did, that sometimes it's better not to fight, and other times, you must fight the ones you love. When I saw what you were wearing, when I saw what you had prepared for your brother, I hoped that you would return to me. But now I see in your eyes you are becoming your own man. And so today I mourn for one son, Pawnee Killer, and I mourn the loss of my other son, Black Moon, which hurts me so much more. [slices into his own arm with the knife]