Original subtitles

- Your home, buddy. - Okay.

Thanks for the ride!

Tell me, what do you like doin' better?

Pumpin' air or havin' somebody pump you?

How bout' you tryin' my hose, huh?

Who the hell are you?

Your tires are okay, Barry.

Huh.

That'll be $1.

Thunder is back!

Thunder, my heart is filled with joy that you have come.

Welcome home, grandson of Night Eagle.

I have come to take Sheila.

Sheila is already yours.

It is written in the stars.

The gods always intended this.

What's that?

They have decided to construct

an observatory on Crow's Hill,

and are destroying the cemetery,

which is part of our sacred heritage.

They can't!

There's a treaty!

The land belongs to our tribe!

Yes, your grandfather signed that treaty 100 years ago,

they do not care.

I went to them.

They did this to you?

Yes.

Yes, you can see the wounds on my body,

but not those to the soul.

Hey, Jack, you ready?

All set!

Break time, boys!

Hey, come on.

Comin' to eat, Thomas?

Yeah, I'll be right with ya'.

Hey, Jerry, come on, move it.

Man, I'm starvin'.

Yeah, and with cold beer, oh boy.

I wouldn't do that if I were you.

You wouldn't do what?

This is an Indian cemetery.

Huh.

Really.

You know what?

That's all the more reason to do it.

You bastard, you wanna play rough, huh?

Alright, you asked for it!

Hey, what's going on?

Hey, Thomas, what happened?

Some bastard jumped me.

Where'd he disappear to?

He ran away scared.

Through there.

He's an Indian.

He'll be in the valley by now.

But sooner or later, I'll get that son of a bitch.

Susan, this is Sheriff Cook,

let me speak to Dr. Ruben, please.

Art, it's Bill.

Listen buddy, I got a tooth that's killin' me,

I haven't slept a wink all night.

Can you help me out?

That's great, I'll be there on the dot.

Thanks.

What are you botherin' me for, Frank?

There's an Indian sittin' on the floor in the front room.

Says he won't leave till he talks to you.

Well, move his ass out of there.

He says it's important business

concernin' the President of the United States.

Hmm.

Yeah...

Look who's here?

- You know him? - Yeah.

He's a pain in the ass.

Get up.

Get up!

Alright, who is he, and what does he want?

Don't know, Sheriff.

Yah-ta-hey.

I'm Sheriff Cook.

You got a problem you wanna discuss with me?

Yes sir, they shouldn't be building on the hill.

And why not?

Because it's Indian territory.

This treaty is proof.

The construction going on there is illegal and sacrilegious.

You're about to destroy the cemetery where my grandfather

and all the members of my tribe are buried.

Listen, I got a fever because I got a toothache,

so I'm in no mood to talk about Indian treaties.

Why don't you take that paper down to the bank.

Have them look at it.

They're financing the construction.

Now, you're not gonna give me any trouble, are ya'?

This is a friendly county here,

and I'd like to keep it that way.

You don't wanna mess with me now, boy, I'm in no mood.

I hope you got that.

Yes sir, I understand.

Alright, we'll take care of it.

That's what we're here for.

Thank you.

Who's on in town?

18 Sheriff.

One to 18, what's your 10-20?

Near the Holiday Inn, Sheriff.

I just had a call from the bank president,

the Indian is over there,

and they want him off the premises.

Well, I want him out of the county, you got that?

10-4.

Alright, on your feet.

I'm talkin' to you.

Get up!

First, I wanna talk to the bank director.

I'm tellin' you for the last time, red skin, get up.

Turn around.

They should stay on their reservations.

Yeah.

Now, listen good...

Stay out of town, Indian, I'm warnin' you.

If not, bang bang bang, Indian.

Hey, looky here.

Yeah, I see him.

Hey Tom,

don't you have a score to settle with that Indian?

Hey, Bob, back her up.

This time, he's got nowhere to run.

How about we have some fun?

Yee-ha!

Okay boys, let's play cowboys and injuns!

Get a little closer,

so I can get this rope around his neck!

Run, you red bastard, run.

Yeah-hoo!

Yee-ha!

Don't worry, injun, we're right behind you!

We won't let you get away.

Keep it goin', boy, you're runnin' 20 miles an hour!

What's the matter, injun, gettin' tired?

Run!

Run!

Now!

Got him!

Just relax!

And we'll pull you along!

Round in a circle!

Another injun bites the dust!

Yeah, let him eat a little dirt!

It's good for him!

Okay, Bob, pull her out.

Here you go, injun.

So you won't hear yourself scream.

Come on, Tom, you get tired,

I'll take over.

Alright, you guys, that's enough!

Tom! You wanna kill him?

Alright, alright.

Come on, get in.

Yeah-ha-ho!

Okay, Bill, I'll finish my rounds, and come back in.

Ain't nothin' goin' on here, over and out.

Hey, Barry, isn't that the injun?

Yeah.

That asshole didn't learn his lesson.

Frank, it's Barry.

Meet me at the corner of 24th and 7th Avenue,

quick, over and out.

What are you gonna do?

Teach him another lesson.

Get a move on, boy!

Hi there, injun.

I thought you were told to stay out of town.

I was beaten up by the construction workers,

and I've come to report them.

Bullshit!

You know what I think?

I think you tried to get your rocks off with that girl.

Only she didn't want ya' because you stink so much.

With me, she doesn't have that problem,

and we do it for hours, and she loves it.

Barry, don't forget the Sheriff said

- ...he didn't want any trouble. - Don't worry.

I only wanna straighten him out.

Turn and face the wall.

I didn't do anything.

Did you hear what this son of a bitch said?

He didn't do anything.

Turn and face the wall.

Take your hands off me.

One move and you're dead.

You're in big trouble now, kid.

You not only disobeyed an official warnin',

but you resisted arrest too.

And that's very, very bad.

Alright, face the wall!

Spread your legs apart!

Wider! Wider!

Maybe we oughta call the sheriff.

Just leave this to me, Peter, I'll take care of him.

Your mother was a whore,

so I guess she was too busy with her clients to give you a name.

Give me the club.

What are you t-tryin' to do?

Just bring him to the sheriff.

This bastard needs a good lesson.

Why don't you go back to the car?

There might be some calls comin' in.

That's an order!

Keep movin, red skin.

Let's go around the corner, it's cooler.

We'll give you a very good lesson.

This is my friend, Billy, you're gonna like him.

I benched that chick real good.

Next time, I'm gonna carve my initials in her ass.

Stand up.

I didn't give you permission to bend over yet.

Put your head up.

Now, you listen to me, and you do what I say.

You're gonna be queer by the time I'm through with you.

Get him!

Get that motherfucker!

Attention all cars, that damn injun's back in town.

He's broken into Jim's Trading Post.

He's probably armed and dangerous.

Down the whole west sector.

We've spotted him on Ferguson.

Barry, maybe you oughta go to the hospital.

Eh, think I'm gonna sit around,

and let the other guys have all the fun?

No way, I wanna catch that bastard.

Close all exits to Main.

He's headin' out of town, sector 8-6.

Calling all cars, calling all cars.

Truck straight on sector 8-6.

He's tryin' to get out of town.

Take it easy, don't move.

Help me.

Give me a hand.

Let's try to get him out.

Do somethin'!

He's hurt his back!

Easy, easy now.

Stop! Stop!

Awe, Jesus!

Go get the first aid kit.

I can't feel my legs!

You'll be alright, hold still.

I can't feel my legs!

Okay, relax.

Oh man!

You'll be alright.

Do somethin'!

Help's on its way.

We'll get you an ambulance.

What happened?

We found some kind of nut.

Robbery or murder?

He almost killed one of our men.

I'm Brian Sherman, TV reporting.

Wouldn't you like to be on TV?

Sam, this is Sheriff Cook.

I need a search claim.

To intercept a two-toned, blue pickup

proceeding west on I-89, thank you.

What are you gonna do?

Do you see what he did to my brother?

He's dead from the waist down!

Not to mention what he did to me and the others!

We'll get him, Barry.

He's turned the whole town upside down!

I said we'll get him, Barry, and stop shouting in my ear!

Shit!

What happened, Sheriff?

And who the hell are you?

Name's Sherman...

Brian Sherman.

Reporter.

Reporter, huh.

Mmm-hmm.

Get lost, buddy.

I said, get lost, buddy.

Did you get that?

- Loud and clear, Sheriff. - Good.

Alright, let's get this heap out of here!

Time's tickin'!

I found him, Bill.

I'm right above him now.

He's headin' down an old mountain road,

in the direction of Devil's Peak.

But I gotta turn back, I'm runnin' out of fuel.

I'll keep goin' as long as I can.

Okay, let's get on up there,

and let's get this thing over with.

If you catch that bastard,

you just give him to me, okay, Bill.

Easy, Barry, now easy does it.

You know what he did to my brother, Frank?

Come on.

Let's split up.

Peter, Thomas, get on over there!

Take the right side around.

Come on, get!

Hold it.

This is him.

Come on.

I met this girl the other night, man,

she got 'em the size of watermelons.

I thought I was gonna suffocate at one point.

Hey, listen, we gotta head back. We're gonna be late.

Okay. Okay.

Hey, Sheriff, what's happenin'?

Nothin' to worry about!

We're lookin' for an Indian!

Indian?

Hey, you guys hear that?

You seen him?

No, but if you need any help, feel free to ask.

We know those hills inside and out.

Well, it's a free country.

If you feel like helping the law,

that's your business.

I just don't want any private warfare around here,

- you got that? - Yeah, I got you.

That's it, come on.

Hey, wait for us!

Come out, you bastard!

Come out and take a breath!

Hey, Sheriff, we know a shorter way.

We'll go down there and catch 'em for you, if you want.

Okay, but be careful, I think the sucker is nuts.

That oughta make it more interesting.

Come on, let's go.

Bill, that red mother isn't comin' up.

- Maybe you got 'em. - Of course I did.

But I didn't mean to kill him so quickly.

He must've surfaced somewhere along here.

Unless, he's turned into a fish.

Whether he's a fish or not,

tonight he's gonna be in a fryin' pan if he's lucky.

Nah, he's movin' too much.

Can't get a clean shot.

Shit! He got away.

Don't sweat it, he won't get very far.

Sam, this is Sheriff Cook!

Hi, Bill.

Send some more men up here, alright.

- They're on their way. - Good!

Okay, don't look so damn unhappy, boys.

We'll get him with a helicopter.

Okay, now this is what I want you to do,

go on down to the left bank.

Peter, you stay up here and keep an eye on things, got it?

Randy, you stick by the radio.

Barry, check the other side of the swell!

Well, I think I'll turn in.

Hey, Jim!

Get on the radio, call the Sheriff!

There's never a dull moment around here.

A cop car gets wrecked,

and now this.

It's Thunder.

Who's Thunder?

Thunder is the son of the son of Night Eagle.

Night Eagle?

What's going on?

Who is this Night Eagle?

- What's happening out there? - You owe me $15.

Jesus Christ, look at this mess!

He can't be far!

Ain't nobody here.

Take another look around.

You two check over there.

Keep your eyes open!

Chris! You check there.

Where the hell is he?

It's out of the question,

I can't be back tonight.

There's something going on here,

something really big.

Yeah.

Listen, I'll keep in touch, bye.

Hey, Grandpa, wait up, I don't know where you're going,

but I would like to come with you.

Why don't you tell me?

We can go in my car.

Would you like that? Huh?

I'm a reporter, I can help you.

If you're worried about the cops, no sweat.

I don't like them either.

Do not insist, this does not concern you.

Listen, my father died a month before I was born,

my mother was a laundry women,

she was one quarter Cherokee.

Doesn't that give us something in common?

Will you write the truth?

I will do something better for you...

I'll show everything on TV, deal?

So, what's going on?

Barry, they're over here!

My God.

That injun's gone berserk, untie them guys.

We gotta kill that bastard as quick as we can.

He's a wild animal.

My brother may not walk anymore.

I swear I'll kill that bastard, I swear it!

Come on, let's go!

If I don't turn this into a national issue,

they're gonna kill that boy, that's for certain.

Cops around here don't fool around.

You do not know Thunder,

he has his grandfather's blood in his veins.

He was the last of the Great Warrior Chiefs.

We will have to leave the car here,

and go the rest of the way on foot.

We are here, you wait.

I'm going to the cemetery.

Thunder should be there.

What the heck is this?

It's an old Indian burial ground.

All this fuss for a couple of tombs?

I just had an idea how to catch that Indian.

Isn't it better to wait for the Sheriff.

He's on his way up here.

He's an Indian.

Why should we wait?

We could finish the job.

Hey, Indian, can you hear me?

I'm burnin' your goddamn cemetery!

There's nothin' you can do about it!

Come out, or you'll roast like a pig in that oven!

Damn, who the hell is it?

An American citizen, that's who.

And who the hell are you?

Someone who just witnessed what you did.

I'm KPHO, reporter.

Hand it over.

On the double!

Give me that tape before I blow your head off!

You'll pay for that.

Get lost.

You don't want witnesses around, do you?

Cramps your style.

I declare this here off limits to civilians.

I'll give you 30 seconds to disappear.

Here's a quote for you.

That crazy Indian will regret that he wasn't

in the cemetery instead of that old man.

The guy that you're chasing isn't crazy.

You're dealing with an Indian warrior.

Thunder is a Navajo,

the product of generations of born fighters.

He knows every inch of these hills

like the palm of his hand.

And he's a man fighting for a cause.

I told you to get lost!

The sheriff, he's here.

I think you should go, or you might get hurt.

Don't worry about me.

Let's hope the Sheriff will be more sensible.

Come out! You ugly son of a bitch!

Let's see how brave you are, you bastard!

Come on out!

I have somethin' to tell you, so listen good.

I destroyed that cemetery and not only that,

your friend, the old man,

he burned to death inside that cemetery.

Peter!

Peter!

Peter!

Isn't there anybody around here?

Hank, is that you?

Oh, finally.

This is the third time I've called.

What?

Sure, I'm still on vacation.

No.

The trout aren't biting,

but in compensation I fished a nice story, a big story.

A real bomb.

Hey Hank, are you listening to me?

Christ, wake up!

Grab a notepad and start writing.

Hank, I'm not joking.

This is serious.

You got your pen?

Good, now don't interrupt me.

Dateline, Page, Arizona, March 26th.

Correspondent, Brian Sherman.

This morning an Indian unburied the war hatchet.

Sheriff! Over here!

Oh, good God.

Get me Sam on the double.

Sector one to Sam, come in Sam.

Hang tight, buddy.

We'll get some help up here.

Sheriff, I got Sam.

Yeah.

Hello, Sam, this is Bill Cook.

Sorry to get you up this late at night,

but I got myself a problem up here.

That damn Indian has decided to declare war

on the United States of America.

He's wounded three of my deputies,

and scalped four civilians.

I need some of your men.

I need some dogs, and I need some horses up here.

I'm up on Crow's hill.

And while you're at it, call Cody,

and have him send up another chopper.

Will do, Bill.

Barry, hey buddy, hang on.

We're getting some help up here.

We'll get that sucker first thing in the morning.

Come on! Give me a hand here.

The Sheriff's name, the Sheriff's name is Cook, Bill Cook.

Right.

Okay, that's it for now.

You write a good piece, and you'll win a Pulitzer.

You've got free reign, and good luck.

Now, listen, that Indian has got to become a hero.

Right, I'll call you as soon as I've got some more news.

Okay?

Bye.

Same.

Yes, folks, I am still with you.

Dancing Crow coming here from his hideaway.

Who's Dancing Crow?

Hey, where you come from, man?

Dancing Crow is like an institution around here.

Now, we don't know where he transmits from,

but his show reaches over 200 miles.

You're kidding?

No, no.

You got a message or request,

or you wanna dedicate a song to your favorite friend,

why just call me, Dancing Crow.

To Susie with the blue eyes, from George.

And old tune to remember the old times!

Congratulations Susie!

I heard you used to make a great apple pie,

and that's not all that George at 74 still remembers of you!

Dancing Crow is listening friend,

what can I do for ya'?

Listen Dancing Crow, I've got some real news to give you.

Not that mush that you hand out all night, you know?

An Indian, a young brave...

Is at this moment on a hill surrounded by a swarm of police.

I catch your drift, man.

Now, you just leave it to me.

And believe me, my voice is heard everywhere,

and now, you gotta do me a favor.

Don't call my show mush.

Okay, I'm sorry.

I didn't mean to offend you.

So, I can count on you?

You sure can.

Right.

Well, I hope that some day we can get together for a beer.

If you're buyin'.

Thank you very much.

My pleasure.

Later.

What do I owe you?

It's on the house.

I like what you're tryin' to do for that brave.

Charlie, take your men to this sector here.

This way we can cut the sucker off.

Okay, Bill.

You mean all this shit hit the fan

over some lousy Indian cemetery?

Yep.

There's a change in our program today.

It's going to be entirely dedicated to Thunder,

the Indian brave who at this very moment...

Is representin' all the oppressed people

of this magnificent land.

Now, despite the fact that he is being pursued

by over 200 policemen and volunteers...

Thunder is still free!

After reports that we've been able to gather,

it seems that these modern day General Custer's

are having a rough time of it.

But it's our old Deputy Sheriff Barry,

who really wins the stupidity prize.

Shut up, you asshole!

But nevertheless, we're sendin'...

the best wishes for a swift recovery.

- Without his dumpy... - Mary!

Mary, turn off that damn radio!

Turn it off, or I'll smash it off,

and leave it off!

- Hey. - Oh, it's you.

They capture him yet?

No, they haven't.

You know, if they do, the judge will feel sorry,

and let him out in three months.

Yeah, you're right, and we'll probably catch hell.

Just because we defended ourselves

from some bastard red skin.

Hmm.

We gotta do somethin'.

I don't like the idea of that injun gettin' off so lightly,

after all he's done to us.

Do you?

That's why I asked you here.

Not that I don't trust the Sheriff,

but he's too busy worryin' about gettin' reelected.

So, that cuts him out now.

Plus, this damn disc jockey and his journalist,

they turned the guy into a hero, the damn Indian!

I think we oughta find our own solution.

What'd you have in mind?

Well, the guy is a real hothead,

and that makes him vulnerable, sets him off balance.

All anyone has to do is provoke him.

Now, we have to figure out a way

to flush him out in the open.

That way, he'll make a perfect target.

Hmm, and I think I know just the thing that'll do it.

Get him right where it hurts.

I don't wanna know what it is.

Got a free hand to do what you want, but...

You have to remember now,

catch the guy off guard and shoot to kill.

Don't worry, we'll shoot that bastard down.

Like a dog.

I hope so.

And I don't want any nosy witnesses.

And this conversation never took place,

you know what I mean?

Now, you get him, you understand?

Leave it to me.

I'll bring you his scalp by sundown.

Here's what we need.

I just can't wait to shoot him down.

Holy cow, where'd you get this stuff, Tom?

You haven't seen anything.

Look what I got here.

Geez, you get him with that,

they'll be nothin' left to bury.

Come on, let's go, I don't wanna be late for the party.

Yee-wow! Let's go!

You know it's all Barry's fault.

If he hadn't roughed the guy up,

he probably would've calmed down.

- Think so? - Yeah, positive.

In fact, to hell with this.

Why do I have to risk my life because

that dumb pig screwed up?

One move, and you're dead.

I have a message for your sheriff.

It's 10 o'clock, and it's Tuesday,

a beautiful Tuesday to be riding free on the prairie.

This is Dancing Crow, and as always,

I'll be keeping y'all company till the last

coyote howls at the moon.

Hang in there, boy.

The whole Indian nation is with you,

and not only the Indian nation,

but all those who love this country,

and believe and believe in it's ideas

of liberty and of justice.

I don't know you, boy.

I don't know who you are,

and I don't know if you're even listenin',

but I want you to know that I am not just speakin' for myself.

I've received many calls by phone

from common people for you.

Civil folk, from boys, girls, young, old, white, black,

red skins, and the yellows.

They're all with you,

and they all say the same thing.

Don't give in, Thunder.

Alright, come on, come on, come on!

There he goes!

That set the stage for one

of the greatest finishes in ASU football history.

Alright!

Alright!

Rightful to pass to Jerome Wetherspoon

on the Stanford one yard line.

Sheriff! Chopper pilot said he saw somethin' suspicious

on the top west side of the hill!

Don't worry about it!

Look at that! Look at that!

Will you look at that?

He's gonna make a touchdown!

Yeah, go get 'em boy!

Oh, my God.

George, what the hell happened to you?

Are you alright?

Yeah, I think so.

The Indian says he hasn't dug up the war hatchet yet.

But if we don't get off the hill,

we're all gonna end up like Custer.

Did he say anything else?

He said he'll make Little Big Horn

look like a Boy Scout jamboree.

I think he means business, Sheriff.

I think so too.

Hey you! Fill it up!

The keys.

Give her the keys.

Go on now, pick it up.

I said pick it up!

Where is he?

Listen, bitch, we wanna know where Thunder is.

And I'm sure you know where he is, otherwise,

what was your grandfather doing up on the hill?

Now, you tell me where he is.

I won't hurt you, you understand, you bitch?

Get her in the car!

Thunder, you're surrounded.

You better surrender while there's still time.

Surrender, Thunder, there's no escape.

Don't make it worse for yourself!

Everybody out!

Come on, bitch!

Get the guns, Jack!

Okay.

Come on, bitch, move!

This is Jerry ASU to victory, 23 to 10.

The Devils were on top, 15 to nothing.

Kansas State came to Sun Devil Stadium undefeated,

and is the best team in years.

But the brigade Wild Cats were no match.

Let's go down, there's no injun around here!

With Stanford in block 17 to 14

with only 49 ticks left on the clock.

That set the stage for one of the greatest finishes

in ASU football history.

You don't know these Indians.

They keep their traps shut.

But who knows.

Make her scream.

So that bastard will come out.

You heard the man, come on, scream.

I said scream!

I know how to open her mouth.

Hold her down.

And now, I'll show you how a white man fucks.

Show the white man how an Indian fights.

There he is! Shoot the bastard!

Dirty son of a bitch.

Sheriff, they spotted him!

He's headed in our direction!

What was that explosion I heard?

That's thunder rolling in.

Mmm-hmm.

And I don't think there's any shelter

from this storm, Sheriff.

Is that a fact?

Over there!

One to 16.

16.

Sheriff.

What do you want?

According to our man in the chopper,

it seems the Indian has got a bazooka.

A what? A bazooka?

Where the hell did he get a bazooka?

Thunder!

The whole country is talkin' about you and your course.

Up until now, you have been lucky,

but now, maybe the time has come for you to cool it.

Don't do anything dumb, boy, the game is gettin' rough.

I do realize you've been forced to defend yourself,

but the time has come for you to stop.

Stop before they skin ya',

or force ya' to take more lives.

If you're listenin' to me, boy,

think about what I said.

It's the advice of a friend, a real friend.

Now, what do you wanna do?

Take on the whole country single handedly?

Well, you can't do it, you can't.

Don't push your luck too far.

Call to base, the Indian has stolen a bulldozer,

and is headed right into town, over.

The guy is nuts.

This is number one, get me a chopper over here right away.

Sheriff, you're on.

Yep, yep.

All units listen up, this is number one!

This is number one!

I'm on my way in.

I want you to listen to me very carefully.

There's a crazy man on his way into town.

I don't care what y'all have to do,

I want the man stopped!

Did you hear that?

I want him stopped.

We're on our way in.

This is number one, out.

Let's go.

The Indian got through.

You look at that.

Come on.

Hold your positions!

Don't move!

Cover me!

Take your clothes off, quick.

My grandpa is an Indian.

- Where is he? - Inside the bank.

Alright, everybody stays back!

Everybody, way back!

Alright, everybody back, away from the bank!

Don't interfere.

Where is he?

He's in there, roastin' like a pig.

Awe, dammit, now you listen to me, boy.

It's been three long days,

and we're all kind of tuckered out.

Now, I asked you a question.

Where is he?

That's him, Sheriff!

Honest.

I saw him burnin' when I came in here.

Tell you what...

I don't see nothin' there.

And if I don't see nothin' there,

you don't see nothin' there.

Doesn't that make sense?

Whatever you say, Sheriff.

Any word for the press, Sheriff?

Nah, I don't think I have a whole lot to say.

Come on.

Bang, bang, you're dead!

Thunder will never die!