All language subtitles for Death.Valley.Days.S10E03.Lieutenant.Bungle.1080p.AMZN.WEB-DL.DD+2.0.H.264-bigworm_track3_[eng]

You sure this courier
knows where to meet us?

He had his orders
from the post commander.

Hope he didn'’t run
into Apaches.

MAN:
Major Galloway!

Listen.

Major Galloway!

What in blazes?

Come on.

Major Galloway!

Major Galloway?Yes, I'’m Major Galloway.

Lieutenant Ross,
reporting for duty, sir!

Keep your voice down.

You want to bring
every Apache in these hills?

Well, no, sir.

But I lost my bearings, sir,

and according to directions
in the army manual--

Hang the army manual.

Are you the new courier?

Yes, sir.

There'’s a typhoid epidemic
back at the fort, sir.

I was the only man
they could spare.

Lieutenant, how long have you
been assigned out here?

Two days, sir.

Two days?

Where was your last post?

I-I never had one, sir.

I just graduated
from West Point, sir.

♪♪ [ trumpet ]

Howdy, folks.
I'’m the Old Ranger.

It was in the Utah Territory
just before the Civil War.

A little party was camped
near here.

It was Major Ernest Galloway
and four men,

the spearhead of a fine wedge
of scouts

who were escorting
a large army supply train

westward to Fort Hall, Idaho.

It was the heart
of the Apache country.

Already, two of the army
couriers had been killed.

Their replacement,
who was to have the dangerous
and important duty

of keeping communication
between the advance scouts
and the main wagon train,

was Edward Ross, soon to be
known as...

What do you make
of these ashes, Cal?

That'’s a campfire, all right.

Maybe two days old.

Hobbled the horses
as you ordered, sir.

Fine. Tend the fire
till Vern gets back
with some game.

I'’ll brief you soon as I
get through here with Cal.

Yes, sir.

I have an idea these
are the same devils

that got our last two
couriers, Cal.

Yeah. They'’re hanging around
long enough to find out

how many scouting units
and where.

So they can form up
a war party and attack
our supply wagons.

Must have been crazy to send
my wife and daughter along
with those supply wagons.

Don'’t go blaming
yourself, Major.

It was only human, wanting
them with you at the fort.

If anything happens to them,
I will be to blame.

I'’d like to trap
this little bunch.

Keep them from getting
back to the tribe
with information.

Hey, that fire'’s smoking
up the whole sky!

Just what are you
trying to do, Lieutenant?

I thought the fire
was too big. I--

Might give away
our position, sir.

What do you think
all this smoke has done?

Shown the Apaches
exactly where we are.

Well, sir, according
to the army manual,

Article 23, Section 8,

when in the field and not
actively engaged
with the enemy--

The men who wrote that manual
were never west
of the Mississippi.

It'’s all I know, sir.

I mean, I'’m really sorry, sir.

Men.

Very sorry.

Supply wagons are here,
about ten miles to our rear.

This is our position.

We have defensive units
here, here, and here.

That'’s a good tactic, sir.

Thank you.

We'’re pretty sure the Apaches
are planning an attack

as soon as they learn
more about our defense.

Hey, Major.

The horses are gone.

Gone? You mean stolen?

No, they just lost
their hobbles, that'’s all.

Tracks fan out
in every direction.

Lieutenant, just how
did you hobble those horses?

Uh, according to directions
in the army manual, sir.
Section--

Don'’t ever quote
the army manual to me again.

All right, men, let'’s
find those horses.

You, too, Lieutenant.

Yes, sir.

When'’d the major say
we were moving?

Soon as he sends
Lieutenant Bungle back
to the train with a dispatch.

Bungle'’s right. He's already
pushed the winning of the West
back 50 years.

Lieutenant, in addition
to this dispatch
for Captain Amos,

here'’s a letter
for Mrs. Galloway
and my daughter Janice,

who are traveling
with the supply wagons.

I'’ll deliver them, sir.

Suppose I encounter
Indians, sir?

Well, if you do, Lieutenant,

don'’t stop to read them
the army manual.

You'’ve got to learn
to use your head out here,
Lieutenant, or lose it.

Like our other couriers.

Yes, sir.

We'’re moving on
towards Red Rock Butte.

We'’ll bivouac south
of the river.

Yes, sir.

On your way, then.
Good luck.

[ clicks tongue ]

Mother, you'’re going
to wear that letter out,
reading it so often.

I know the major'’s only
a few miles ahead of us,

but I worry so.
Can you understand that?

Yes, ma'’am.

More coffee, Lieutenant?

Oh, no thank you,
Miss Galloway.

But this certainly was
a wonderful, home-cooked meal.

I'’m glad you liked it.

We could have our meals
sent over from the mess,

but it'’s homier this way.

I believe in keeping up,
even though we are roughing it.

Are there really Apaches
ahead of us, Lieutenant?

Oh, I understand so,
Miss Galloway,

but you'’re not
to worry now.

Nothing'’s going to happen
to you ladies.

We'’re more worried
about Father.

Or to him either.

You'’re very reassuring.

Miss Galloway,

would you like
to take a walk?

I mean, it'’s a nice moon.

[ chuckles ]

Why, yes, I believe
I would, Lieutenant.

Oh. Oh!

You be careful,
Miss Galloway.

Thanks.

It sure is a pretty moon,
isn'’t it?

Yes.

Isn'’t this funny?

I feel as if I'’ve known you
for such a long time,
Lieutenant.

Maybe it'’s because
you remind me of home.

I-I feel the same way.

Miss Galloway?

Do you think you might
call me Edward?

Edward?

That'’s one
of my favorite names.

I'’m glad to hear that,
Miss Galloway.

Certainly was nice
of you ladies to invite
me to breakfast.

It makes us feel closer
to the major to have
you with us, Edward.

May I call on Janice
when we get to Fort Hall,
Mrs. Galloway?

If the major gives
his permission.

I'’d better clear away
these things.

Captain Amos likes
to get an early start.

Afraid we'’re not getting
any kind of a start today,
Miss Galloway.

Number four wagon
got a broken axle.

Lieutenant, you ride back
to Major Galloway with this.

We'’ll have to layover here,
and I don'’t want him
to get too far ahead.

Yes, sir.

Thank you both
for your hospitality.

Take care of the major.

And take care of yourself, too.

GALLOWAY:
Hyah! Hyah! Hyah! Hyah!

Bungle.

[ sighs ]
Where'’s the major?

I have a dispatch
from Captain Amos.

Top of Red Rock Butte.

With Cal and Mace.

How do I get up there? On foot, sir.

Trail starts over
near that big boulder.

[ mutters ]

That dust cloud
might only be buffalo.

Yeah, but it could be
a war party.

I'’m gonna have Captain Amos
step up the schedule.

Even if it does mean
forcing the man.

How are my wife and daughter?Oh, they'’re fine, sir.

Oh. Dispatch, sir,
from Captain Amos.

Broken axle?

This'’ll hold them up
for a day, at least.

At a time we can'’t afford it.

[ sighs ]

Uh, sir, when we get
to Fort Hall,

may I have the privilege
of calling on your daughter?

If we get them to Fort Hall,
I'’ll be so blamed happy,

I'’d allow even you
to call on my daughter.

Thanks, sir.

Right now, we got
more important things
to worry about.

I think a war party'’s
forming up.

I want Captain Amos
to double the out guards.

Yes, sir.

The major thinks
a war party'’s
in the making.

I'’m riding back
to Captain Amos
with a dispatch.

There he goes.

Boy'’s got spirit,
I'’ve got to admit that.

Fool! He'’s waving at us.

Bumbling jackass
gave away our position. [ Indians whooping ]

[ whooping continues ]

Hup! Hup! Hyah!

Indians are riding
to attack the major.

Yeah, and we'’ve got you
to thank for it.What do you mean?

You gave away their positions
when you waved back at them.

Huh? I didn'’t see
any Indians.Well, they saw you.

Well, what are we standing
around here for?
Let'’s go after them.

We can'’t expose ourselves.
We got a supply train
to think of.

[ gunfire ]

Those tricky devils.
Now they got them cut off.

There'’s another trail
on the far side of the butte.

Maybe if they can make it
down there before--

Too late. The Indians are
going up that trail now.

Well, we just can'’t stand here
and do nothing.

By your leave, sir, I suggest
that'’s exactly what you do.

Leave Kelly and me here
to figure out a way
to help them.

If there is a way.

If there was some
diversionary tactic

that could
lead them off of there.When I was on maneuvers--

Lieutenant, why don'’t you
go fly a kite?

[ gunfire continues ]

I believe I will.

Listen, Vern, I'’ll ride
back to Captain Amos,
see if I can get some help.

Maybe I can make it in time.No. No, I need you both here.

Take off your kerchiefs,
both of you.

Mr. Kelly, cut them into strips
for the tail of a kite.

Lieutenant, are you
feeling all right?

Do as I say.

Mr. Vern, give him
your kerchief.

Mr. Vern, I'’m not
a man to pull rank,

but I'’m still
your superior officer.

It means a court-martial
for you if you refuse
to follow orders.

You got that rope
spliced yet?Almost, sir.

Here are the blankets, sir.

Get them untied, Mr. Vern.

This wool yarn will have to do
for the kite string.

Pull back, men.

Let'’s go.

I was hoping to get
to the gold fields
one of these days.

I guess I can give up
that idea.

I'’d give up anything
to the man who could
get me off this butte,

just so I could lay my hands
on Lieutenant Bungle.

You hit, Cal?

It'’s okay, Major.
I can still shoot.

[ gunfire continues ]

They see it yet?I don'’t know.

I think the Indians do.
They just nicked it.

[ gunfire continues ]

Firing high, over our heads.

Look, there'’s a kite!

Yeah. Major, there'’s a note on it.

I'’m gonna get it
'’fore those devils
shoot it down.

Cover me, men.

Cal! Mace!

Get over here!

Lieutenant Bungle'’s
sending up a rope.

Bungle?Bungle?

That'’ll hold.

You first, Cal.

Inspiration, Lieutenant.

[ gunfire continues ]

[ fires ][ grunts ]

Lieutenant, you'’re a genius.Thank you, sir.

Where you ever got the idea--Oh, Hannibal used it, sir.

Crossing the Alps.
The operation'’s detailed
in the army manual...

We can'’t let those Apaches
get back to their tribe now.

Mount up, men.

Hyah! Hyah!

Hyah!

[ shouting ]

[ horses whinnying ]

[ grunts ]

[ grunts ]

[ grunts ]

[ grunts ]

[ coughs ] [ hoofbeats ]

Nice work, Lieutenant.Thank you, sir.

Now we'’d better get
back to camp.

You know, good thing for us
that dust cloud turned out
to be buffalo.

Yeah, I'’d sure hate
to be fighting Indians now.

Lieutenant?Yes, sir?

I'’m not minimizing the fact
that you saved our lives
with that kite of yours,

but I must ask you one thing.

What'’s that, sir?

What in tarnation made you
turn '’round, wave up at us?

Well, it was a foolish
thing to do, sir.

I realize that now, but--But what?

Well, I'’ll be honest
with you, sir.

You see, sir...

Well, I was feeling
very friendly towards you, sir.

That'’s why I waved.
I figured one day,

you'’d probably be
my father-in-law, and--What'’s that you say?

Yes, sir. I'’m in love
with your daughter, Janice.

Well, sir, I hadn'’t intended
to go about asking for her hand
in marriage this way,

but, well, since the subject
has come up,

Major Galloway,
may I have the honor, sir,

of your daughter'’s hand
in marriage?

Now, I know, sir, you
haven'’t known me very long.

And I'’m willing
to wait a bit, sir.

Never.

Never in all my life.

Of all the unmitigated--

I'’d do my best
to make her happy, sir.

Yeah, I guess you would, son.

Well-- Well, what do
you say, sir?

Major, you did make
some kind of a vow
up there on the butte.

Remember?

Something about
how you'’d give anything

to the man who got you
down from there.

Yeah, I guess you'’re right.

I reckon I ought
to keep my promise.

Oh, thank you, sir.
You won'’t regret it.

If you promise me one thing.What'’s that, sir?

If Janice accepts you,

please don'’t bungle
the wedding.

Oh, no, sir.

[ chuckling ]

This old kite
was actually used

in the days of our story.

It was used
as a signal by scouts

to warn wagon trains
of impending Indian attacks.

As for Lieutenant Ross,

he went on
to distinguish himself

in the service
of his country.

And eventually,
most people forgot

that he was once referred to
as "Lieutenant Bungle."