All language subtitles for Cheyenne.Autumn.1964.1080p.8M.EN2-ac3.en_track3_eng

The beginning of a day.

September 7,

1878.

It dawned like any other day

on the Cheyenne reservation

in that vast, barren land

in the American Southwest,

which was then called
Indian Territory.

But this wasn't just another day
to the Cheyenne.

Far from their homeland,

as out of place
in this desert

as eagles in a cage,

their three great chiefs

prayed over
the sacred bundle

that at last
the promises made to them

when the white man
sent them here

more than a year ago

would today be honored.

The promises
that had led them

to give up
their own way of life

in their own green
and fertile country

1,500 miles to the north.

Morning, Wichowsky.

Troops all present
and accounted for, sir.

Thank you.

Morning.

Morning.

Can I steal
some of your coffee?

Help yourself.

Thanks.

Any news?

Here comes
another name now.

Senator.

Great.

Looks like we're
gonna be up to our ears

in congressmen.

Yeah, the more,
the better.

I wish every bigwig
in Washington

could see this place.

Deborah,

they're here already.

Lord knows when the
Congressional Committee

will arrive.

I don't blame them
for being early.

You and I know what this
means to them, Uncle.

A-B-C-D-

E-F-G-H-I-J-K-

L-M-N-O-P-Q-R-S-

T-U-V-W-X-Y-Z.

Wonderful,

come help me
set the table.

Attention!

Scott.

Good morning,
sir.

Sergeant.

Morning, sir.

Archer.

Morning, sir.

Hmm.

Indians, huh?

Yup.

Any word from
the Congressional Party?

They haven't left
Fort Scott yet.

Well, let me know.
Keep me advised.

Yes, sir.

Wichowsky,

put the men at ease.

Let 'em smoke...

If they've got
anything to smoke...

Which I doubt.

At ease!

You may smoke!

Good morning,
friend Thomas.

Good morning,
friend Deborah.

Well, now, where have you
been hiding that dress?

That's pretty stylish
for a Quaker.

I made it
just for this great day.

It's mighty pretty.

Do you know
when they'll arrive?

Well, you can't expect
speed from congressmen,

but they ought to be here
any minute, now.

Well, I'd offer
to help you,

but I can see
you don't need it.

Oh, don't I, now?

Well, the leg
on the senator's chair

seems to be stuck.

Senator, huh?

Well, let's see
what's wrong.

There we are.

All neat and tidy
for the senator.

Thank you.

You're welcome.
Anytime.

Friend Deborah,

where do you want
the senator's chair?

I think I'll put him
at the head of the table.

He'll like that.

Plumtree!

Go down the road.
Let us know

when those gentlemen
from the East arrive.

Yo!

Hour after hour

they waited
under the hot sun,

waited for the moment

when the white chiefs
from Washington

would see for themselves

how the Cheyenne
had been forgotten.

Archer!

Yes, sir?

When is that blasted party
coming, anyway?

I don't know, sir.

You don't know, sir.

Hey, you.

Sir!

No, no, sir.
Nothing since 11:30.

11:30?!

Do you realize
it's 5:30 now?!

Yes, sir.

Sir.

Archer,
see what he wants.

Plumtree?

I ain't a'getting paid
for thinking, sir,

but I don't think
them folks is a'coming.

This came in
from Fort Reno, sir.

I'll be damned.

"Congressional Committee
delayed

"by bumpy roads
and dust storms.

"Decided to return
to Reno

"in order to rest up

for the Officers' Ball
tonight."

You mean they're not
coming here at all?

How long do they
expect me to wait

to build some barracks
out here?!

Archer! I'm going
to Fort Reno.

See to it.

Friend major, please.

Will you tell them
about the medicine

and the food
the Indians need...

And all the things
that were promised?

Uncle, you must
make him listen.

How can I?

You know what
he thinks of Quakers.

You've been here
from the beginning.

You've watched them die
of smallpox

and measles and malaria.

You've watched them starve.

Haven't you
anything to say?

Nothing that
you can't say better.

Major Braden!

I'm asking you
to plead for justice.

I'm asking you
to make them realize

that over a thousand
Cheyenne

were brought here,

and only 286
are left alive.

Miss Wright,

my responsibility
to the Indians

is only to guard them.

When you have reached
my age,

you will have realized

that it pays to stick
to your own knitting.

That's exactly
what I intend to do.

Dull Knife,

Little Wolf.

What happened today
changes nothing.

The Indian Bureau
is still pledged

to provide you with
adequate clothing

and rations.

You're still pledged
to abide by the law.

Remember that.

We are asked...

To remember much.

The white man...

Remembers nothing.

You spoke the truth

for us.

This we will...

Not forget.

But there will be

no more school.

Oh, no.

Oh, no, please don't
do that to the children.

The white man's words
are lies.

It is better

that our children

not learn them.

It is not the words,

but who speaks them.

Has speaking white men's
words made you a liar?

Our words were learned
long ago...

And so began
what to most people

must seem to be
only a footnote in history.

It ain't my department,
sir, but...

Looks to me like them
kids is playin' hookey.

You're gonna be
pretty lonesome,

friend Schoolteacher.

No scholars.

They'll come.

When?

Spanish Woman.

Friend Deborah,

leave this place.

Friend Thomas,

I can't leave now.

Bunking in this
school house won't help.

It will show them
that I'm on their side.

Uh-uh,

not unless you
can change color.

Do you know what
they call whites?

Ve'ho'es,

and ve'ho'es--

means spider.

That's right,

and that's what
they think of us.

That's what they think
of all of us.

And why shouldn't they?!

How many Cheyennes
have you fought?

How many
have you killed?!

Look, will you
take the blinders off

just for once?

You--you claim no
self-respecting Quaker

could fall in love
with a soldier,

but you've
fallen in love

with a whole tribe
of them.

Have you ever seen
a Cheyenne?

Of course I have.

No, you haven't!

All you've seen
is reservation Indians

looking pitiful
as fish out of water,

but give them a chance,

Will you listen
to me?!

It takes a blue coat

to make a white man
a soldier,

but a Cheyenne
is a soldier

from the first slap
on his bottom.

War is his life.

He's fierce,
he's smart,

and he's
meaner than sin.

Possibly you can
only think of the past,

but I'm here to think
about the future.

All right.

You think of the future.

Want some help?

I'll manage.

Better keep
that lamp lit tonight.

And if anything happens,

ring the bell.

- Little Wolf.
- Yes!

What's happening?

This is not
a place for you.

Spanish Woman...

Where are they going?

Home.

Home?

What you call
Yellowstone country.

What about the children?

They are Cheyenne.

Well, who will
care for them?

We will do
what we can.

They are Cheyenne.

Dull Knife, the old chief
is much too sick.

He'll never make
such a trip. Let--

If he lives to ride even
a mile closer to home,

he will die
as a man should.

There will be no more
dying in this place.

They've skipped.

Thank God.

What the hell
do you mean by that?

I've waited since I was
10 years old for this chance.

Then you're
a damned idiot.

I want "D" Troop
ready and mounted

in 10 minutes,
"E" Troop and wagons

to follow
under your command.

No artillery.
Plumtree!

"E" Troop and train
reporting, sir.

You brought the wagons along
too fast, Mr. Scott.

Draft animals
can't stand it.

They can rest up
tonight.

They can?

Well, now, that's an assumption
you had no right to make.

We're gonna keep moving.

That's fine with me, sir.

Scott, tell me something.

Sir?

What put the blood in your eye?

It's just a private matter, sir.

Nothing that affects
an officer's conduct

is private.

My father died in the
Fetterman Massacre back in '66.

Mother and I
were at the fort

when they brought
his body in.

I was only
10 years old.

Until that time

I never wanted
to be a soldier.

Well, that doesn't
give you

a personal license
to kill Indians.

The job of this Army
is to keep the peace.

I understand, sir.

You do, huh?

Well, just make sure
you understand

these Cheyenne broke no law
when they left the Agency

and they won't unless
they cross the river.

So if you provoke trouble

I'll see that you lose
those shoulder straps,

if I have to
tear 'em off myself.

Understood?

Understood, sir.

Mr. Scott!

Sir.

I knew
your father.

Guard on!

Sir!

Troop halt!

Prepare to dismount!

Prepare
to dismount!

Dismount!

Sir!

Yes.

Jump the reservation
right before your--

They haven't crossed
the river yet.

Sir, I most
respectfully object--

Put it in writing.

Join your troop,
mister.

Sir?

No. No, thanks.

Whoa.

Spanish Woman,

what's happening?

I think war.

Spanish Woman,
speak to Dull Knife.

He'll listen to you.

I can do
nothing.

Nothing.

Schoolteacher.

Little Wolf,
you promised that--

Take the children.
Join the others.

Troop halt!

Troop halt!

Plumtree.

Sir?

I don't like
the look of it.

Take a look
up that canyon.

Yes, sir.

Jones,
you cover him.

Jones!

Name's Smith,
sir.

Oh.

Well, go on up
with him. Go on.

All right?

Yes, sir,

but that
canyon there

is plum full
of Indians.

On ride! Into line!
Yo!

Hey, Smitty,
wait a minute!

On ride!
Into line!

You've got a lot to explain
to a court martial, Archer.

Sergeant!

Cannons ready!

Forward on
the double!

Cannons forward,
on the double! Yo!

Prepare to dismount!

Prepare
to dismount!

Dismount!

Horse-holders
to the rear!

Horse-holders
to the rear!

Troop!

Yes, sir.

Major Braden!

Go back to
your troop!

Major, I've got
to tell you

the majority
of those people

are women and children!

Maybe 50 or 60
warriors.

Archer, you're
under arrest.

Number one gun,

fire!

Number two gun, fire!

Fire
number one!

Fire!

Cease firing!

Where's the major?

Is he...

Yes, sir.

Pobrecita.
Pobrecita.

They're angry,

because my son
fired the first shot.

Does it ever matter who
fires the first shot?

Those dirty,
murdering--

The major's dead, sir.

Pick up the horses.

Shut up!

Plumtree, Brown,

get the horses
off the wagons.

Yes, sir.

Name's Smith, sir.

All right,
get to work!

My son says

the soldiers
do not follow.

Dull Knife,
you know the soldiers

will have to follow us.

Have you thought what will
happen to your wife and son?

There will
be war.

Little Wolf.

These are my wives.

I pray the young one
will give me sons,

but I want them
to be born where I--

and all of my people
before me--were born.

Even a dog can go
where he likes,

but not a Cheyenne.

You may go
where you like.

No.

No.

No!

But...

The report from
the Army's field telegrapher

to headquarters in Omaha

listed only
nine casualties incurred

in the troop's
first encounter

with the homeward-bound
Cheyenne...

But by the time it came off
the press in Kansas City,

somehow it had
mysteriously grown to 29.

And suddenly
it expanded to 59, 69,

109 when the news reached

the tiny hamlets
of the Western Plains.

Meanwhile, the Army

was frantically
deploying troops

along the 1,200 miles
that still lay

between the Cheyenne
and their homeland.

The railroads they had
to cross were patrolled,

river crossings watched.

The alarm was spreading
through the west.

Settlers crossing the plains
demanded Army escorts,

or they rushed frantically
to the safety of Army posts.

No one asked how many
Indians had escaped.

The word "Cheyenne"
was enough;

heated words echoed through
the halls of Congress.

The Department
of the Interior

was crowded with
western railroad tycoons,

mine owners,
and land speculators,

all such people
to whom Indian scares

meant lost dollars,

while the generals
came to fix the blame

on Carl Schurz,

the Secretary
of the Interior.

In his misguided effort

to eliminate corruption
in the Indian Bureau,

it was Mr. Schurz who had
brought in the Quakers,

and to the Army
it was obviously the Quakers

who had encouraged
the Cheyenne to rebel.

In all the land, there
was not one voice raised

in behalf of the Cheyenne.

Until...

Take your pick.

They're all saying
the same things

we're saying.

Blood-thirsty savages
on the loose,

burning, killing, violating
beautiful white women.

It's not news anymore!

We're gonna take
a different tack.

From now on, we're going
to grieve for the noble red man.

Now, see to it.

But by now,
any rumor could be believed,

because suddenly
the news from the west

had stopped.

The Cheyenne
and their pursuers

had disappeared into
the emptiness and silence

of the thinly populated
continent.

Mr. Secretary.

Come in,
come in.

Good afternoon, Mr. Secretary.

Now, no matter what
you may have heard...

We assure you
there's nothing personal

about our proposed
legislation.

The entire Senate
has the greatest respect

for you, you know that.

Well, all I know
is that you're trying

to snatch
the Indian Bureau

away from my department

and hand it over
to the Army.

Mr. Senator,

have you ever
seen a Cheyenne?

Arapahoe?
Any Indian?

Have you ever
even been west

of the Mississippi
river?

What are you
driving at, sir?

Well, just this:

So concerned
about Indians?

Well, it's strictly
a matter of economy.

The Army has to be
out there anyway.

Oh, so that's
all it is.

I was afraid
perhaps that,

uh, some of the
dollar patriots

who are sleeping
on my doorstep

might have been
sleeping on yours.

Sir, are you questioning
our honesty of purpose?

No more than I
question theirs.

Their
honest purpose

is to grab every
acre of land

the Indians once
thought they owned.

You can't say
that's Army policy.

Well, I can say
that it amounts

to the same thing.

The smaller
the reservations,

the easier
they are to guard.

You let the Army
have its way

and they'll end up

the size
of postage stamps;

exactly what the
land-grabbers want.

We'll be late for
that committee meeting.

Excuse us,
Mr. Secretary.

Oh, Henry.

You and I fought
together at Gettysburg.

You'd never even
seen a Negro slave.

All you ever knew
was that--

was that they were
human beings,

with the rights
of human beings...

And it was worth
an arm to you.

Carl, I'll stall
this legislation,

but unless those
Cheyenne are found soon

or if you make
one false move,

God help you.

God help me.

Leave us.

When Little Wolf
speaks ve'ho'e words,

they are for
my ears alone.

Hyah!

This I say--

we have always
thought as one.

Never has the thickness
of a straw come between us.

We still think as one.

As war chief,

I may raise my hand
only against the enemy.

We still think as one.

That is why I must
sleep with no wife,

saving all my strength

for a fight against
the soldiers.

But your son...

Tries to steal
my youngest wife.

This cannot be.

He is of my blood...

And my blood
has never been bad.

He is of your blood...

But he is not you.

Troop halt!

Troop halt!

Sergeant!

Mr. Scott!

Unlimber the guns!

If we attack, I think
we're in for a beating,

so here's what I want--

And a lot of flat land
to cross

before we get there.

Well, they ain't done
nothin' foolish yet.

I know.

Take "D" Troop.
Get on their flanks.

Sir!

Mr. Scott,
dismount half of "E" Troop

to protect
the guns and wagons,

and you move out
with the rest

to cover
the right flank.

Yes, sir.

And, uh...

Remember, Mr. Scott...

The trick to being brave
is not to be too brave.

Any questions?

No questions,
sir.

Right.

Plumtree!

Murphy!

Take the point!

Take the point!

Yo!

"A" Troop! Lead out!

Hyah!

A little faster
over there, Joe.

Come on.

Hurry it up, Joe.

Come on.

You all right?

Well, yes, sir.

On the left,
in a line!

Forward at the walk!

Yo!

Walk trot!

What in the hell
is that kid doin'?

As you were!

What the hell
is he doin'?

Canter!

Company, charge!

Mr. Scott!

Scott!

Damn you!

On the left,
in the line!

Yo!

Prepare to dismount!

Get the guns out!

How about the wagon, sir?

Get the guns! Move!

Yes, sir.

Come on, move it!

Get 'em out of there.
Let's go!

Come on!
Get out of there.

Mr. Scott!

I told you
to cover that flank.

I'm sorry, sir.

From now on,
you don't scratch

till I itch.
Is that clear?

Yes, sir.

Plumtree! Thompson!

Here,
let me have it.

Sir...

Despite
the Indian scare,

from Texas to the railhead
in Dodge City, Kansas.

Sometimes
the hungry Cheyenne

were able to pick up
a few stray cows,

and sometimes they even
begged for charity

from the tough trail hands.

Yo! Hyah! Hyah! Hyah!

Come here!
Come here!

Look there.

A real blanket-head
Injun.

I sure would like

to have me
that little paint.

And I sure would like
to kill me a Injun.

Can't you
g-g-g-g-gut eaters

talk any Texican?

Yes, sir. I'd sure love
to kill me a Injun.

I dare ya,
Homer.

You dare me?

I dare you.

Ha ha!

Ha ha!

I've always wanted
to kill me a Injun.

All them old-timers
back home are hoorahing

about how many
scalps they've took.

Jesse, that's
one of them there--

that's one of them
there Cheyennes.

We'd better
skedaddle

and get that herd
out of here.

Let's go!

Not till I get
my scalp, we won't.

G-O-O-D.

Good.

G-O-O, good.

G-O-O-D. Good.

Good.

Where are you
taking my colt?

My colt! My colt!

Always they had to move

through unwanted
and desolate country

where the chances of detection
and capture were fewer,

and there the land was poor
and wild game rare.

Always hunger
bade at their heels

more fiercely
than the soldiers.

What is it?

Hotoae.

Hotoae.

I don't understand.

A-B-C-D.

Hotoae!
Hotoae!

Hotoae.

Oh, buffalo.

Oh.

Buffalo.

Do you remember
what a buffalo looks like?

No?

Soon she will
see one again.

Many, many.

Always they come
from the north

before the cold.

Always over same ground.

Then our bellies
will be full again.

Our bellies
will be full,

and no longer
will we be alone.

Our friends,
the Dakota...

Sioux?

Will be coming south
with the buffalo.

Always it is so.

It's got to be soon.

Very, very soon.

And then
in one tragic instant,

after 500 miles and many
weeks of desperate flight,

hope was gone.

The white hunters
had been there first,

but for hides.

The hungry Cheyenne
now stood alone.

Extra! Extra!

Latest on the red devils!

Cheyennes attack settlers
and massacre 'em!

Extra!
Read all about it!

Extra!

Dog!

Guinevere!

Dog Kelly.

Guinevere Plantagenet.

Good to see you.

Welcome to Dodge City.

Ladies.

Girls.

Come on.
Come on in.

Cards, gentlemen,
if you please.

Ace, king,

and a jack.

Ace bets.

Check.

Wait a minute.

How come you check
with an ace showin'?

Oh, is that an ace?

I'm blind as a bat.

Now, Marshall,
you can see

right through
to my ace in the hole.

What's your ace
worth, Major?

Check.

$5 for a start.

Call.

Call.

Cards.

Ace, deuce.

Mingle, girls.

Jack right here.

Oh, no, no.
Just a slug of rye.

Ace, jack, 7.

Say.

Isn't that Wyatt Earp?

Sure. Over in the corner
playin' poker.

Excuse me, Mayor.

Miss Plantagenet.

Major.

Now there's a real
royal name, gentlemen,

and a noble lady.

You bet 25 bucks?

Doctor Holliday.
Wyatt.

Hi.

Well, last year
back in Wichita...

No. Don't do that.
Don't do it.

Keep your hands
off the cards.

Tsk, tsk. Well...

You thought this was
the prettiest dress

you ever saw.

Why, you couldn't
take your eyes off it.

That was when
I was 10-high,

and now I'm
ace-high.

Doc, what
do you do?

I draw.

Would you like to
join us, Madame?

Madame?

Madame?!

Are you gonna
sit there

and let this tinhorn
insult me?

It doesn't make
any difference.

What kind
of a marshal are you?

Doc Holliday,
now, come on.

Apologize to the lady.

I'll call.

Forgive me,
Mademoiselle.

What the hell kind
of talk is this?

As I understand it,

a mademoiselle
is a madame

who ain't quite
made it yet,

only younger
and friskier.

I'd call it
a compliment.

Oh, you would,
would you?

A brave marshal.

Why, he won't even protect
a lady from an insult.

Wyatt Earp!

You sure got
a great way

with women, Wyatt.

The only trouble is
she thinks she knew me

back in Wichita,

and I just plain
can't remember.

That makes for a very
embarrassing situation.

All right.
The deuce is best.

Bet the whole lot.

Hey!

How many men will this
leave at the fort?

Oh, about
a corporal squad.

A corporal squad?

Now, don't worry,
Mayor.

We'll cut them Indians
down to our size.

Why, you can't leave
this town unprotected...

- Orders.
- Like this.

Well, listen,
I tell you,

I'm gonna have
your command for this.

We'll see you
when we get back.

I'm gonna--
I'll tell you,

I'm gonna write
to Washington,

and when they
get my letter...

You can't leave
a town like this...

Unprotected...

Like this.

No.

Hey! To the saloon!

Aren't horses in here
a bit unusual?

What horses?

You bettin'
or not?

Ten.

I stay.

We been ridin' them bulls!

Bottle up.
Get 'er down!

You sound Texas.

We ain't heard any
Texas around here

for quite a while.

Extra! Extra! Latest
on the Cheyennes.

Commit murder
and pillage.

Extra, extra!

Eyewitness report.

Cheyennes
commit murder--

What's you
fellas' hurry?

You rushing
for a train?

Fort. We got a-plenty
to tell them soldiers.

Plenty, and then some.

You hear that?
You're too late.

All of the
corporal's gone.

It's gone west to
fight the Cheyenne.

What? Them damn fools.

Mister, we just fought off
them murdering devils

southeast of here,

but we showed them how
the cow eats the cabbage,

didn't we, boys?

If you don't believe it,
take a look at that.

After they killed
four people,

we thank the Lord
and his avenging sword.

Indians, huh? Well,
just southeast.

Well, Indians,
well--Wyatt!

Wyatt, you've got
to listen to me.

Wyatt! You've got
to listen to me.

Quiet down there.
Shut up!

What's he sayin'?

Something about
Indians.

You plan
on putting up

one of them
wooden Indians

out front, Mayor?

It would look
real nice.

It would give
the place some tone.

Wyatt, listen.
The Army's pulled out,

and we're all about
to be masa-creed!

That's w-w-w-Wyatt
w-w-w-Wyatt--

Wyatt Earp.
Yeah, I know.

Yeah. That deck
feels light.

Don't look
at me.

I sometimes
decorate cards,

I never
steal them.

Well, just listen
to this.

"Several herders
murdered.

"Farmhouses
burned down.

"Straggling bands
of Indians

"raiding everywhere,

and the good
trains robbed."

Wyatt. Wyatt.

Over there
are four Texans

who just had
a battle--

yeah, it is light.

Are you claiming
you can judge

the weight of
one single card?

Count 'em.

Wyatt. The fate
of this city

rests in our hands.

Your hands.

Strike me dead
if there aren't 51.

Let me see.

Oh, it's not
just the town,

it's business.
Now, you all know

that we depend
upon them Texans

comin' up here with wages
in their pockets.

Well, they haven't
been coming up

as much
as they have been.

And if this kind
of stuff keeps up,

they won't
be coming at all.

Bless my soul.
Fifty-one.

Now, Major,
you were the last one

to shuffle that deck,
and where's that card?

Every citizen of Dodge
stands with anyone--

Gentlemen, I swear
I didn't palm it.

Major, where's the card?

Wyatt, if we shoot him,

we won't have anyone
left to play with.

Gentlemen.

That's a good point.
New deck.

Now, Mayor, about
all these things

you read
in the newspaper,

now, did you ever
in your whole life

read anything true
in that paper?

You calling me
a liar?

Take a look
at them apples.

Get outta here.

Well, you fellows

drove a herd up
here, where is it?

We got 'em g-g-grazing
about a m-m-mile

outside of t-t-town here.

Well, if you'd run
into a flock of Cheyenne,

your herd would be
bulging Cheyenne bellies

by this time.

Then you are
calling me a liar.

Gentlemen,
I open for ten.

Well, you gonna
take that back

or ain't you?

See that
and I'll raise it.

Answer me!

I don't give a damn

if you are the best
gunslinger in Kansas.

Take that back, now!

Ace checks.

I'll bet 20.

I don't doubt
your word,

I just--just, uh,
question your eyesight.

You question my eyesight
too, mister?

Er, kings say 20.

I'll up you 20.

Something smells
of fish. I'll drop.

Wyatt, for the last time,
come on. That's an order.

You too, Holiday.

Are you still
calling me a liar

or ain't you?
I'd purely love

to have
your scalp, too.

Now, Texas, you're just
talking yourself

straight into
the cala-boose.

Not me. The Injuns.

Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow!

Look at that.

Tsk tsk tsk.

Your deal,
Marshall.

Wyatt! Wyatt!

Damn it, Wyatt.

That fellow's bleeding
all over the place,

and the bullet's still
in his foot.

Now, I've seen you
operate on a horse once,

and you've gonna
give him a hand.

It's awful
noisy in here.

Now, what
about you?

I'm out.

You're out.
And you?

- I raise.
- You raise.

Now, I'll see you
and raise you 20.

Oh, Wyatt.
You shot him.

All right.
Fine, fine.

A fellow just wants

a little friendly
game of poker,

and uh...

Ooh! Ow!

While you're thinking
it over, Major...

All right, come on.
Put him up on the bar.

No, no, Wyatt.
Not the bar.

He'll bleed
all over it.

Take him outside.

It's genuine
mahogany, Wyatt.

All right.
Put him up on the bar.

Oh, no, Wyatt.
Not the bar.

Take him outside.
Put him on his horse.

Aw, shut up!

This is genuine
mahogany.

Ow! Ow! Ow!

His blood'll stain it,
Wyatt.

Now, don't you cowpokes
ever wear any socks?

I do. Eh--eh,
once in a while.

Jesse.

Here.

Thank you, uh,
thank you, Miss, uh--

Plantagenet.

Wichita.

Thank you. Now, would you
hold that bottle up, miss?

Hold it up high. Now, you,

I want you to keep your eye
right on that bottle.

Don't even blink.

It's kind of like
hypnotizing you.

Keep your eye
right on it. Homer?

Keep your eye
right on the bottle.

You're not gonna
even feel it.

Give me the bottle.

One side, please.

What if that ash
fell by mistake?

Wyatt might shoot you...

By mistake.

There it is.
Miss, may I...

Uh...

All right.
Take him away.

Now, wait a minute.

There you are.
Good as new.

Hey, dog.
You missed one.

Come on. Come on.
Come on.

Come on, get out.

Honest game.

Major, do you have
any news for me?

I know you're bluffing,
Earp. I'm out.

Ah ah ah.
Ah ah.

Say, you're the doctor
around here.

How come I always
have to perform

all the complicated
operations?

You know I'm a dentist,
not a doctor.

Wait till somebody
shoots him in the teeth.

Ah.

It's your deal.

Are you sure that's all
there is in there?

Come on. Come on.

Go on, men.
Load it up there.

Come on. Get it out
of that stall there.

Get your lot
out of there.

Come on, men.
Get it up there.

Mayor,
what in the blazes

are you doing?

Why, loading ammunition.
What's it look like?

Come on now, men.
Get it on there.

Grant took Richmond
with less than that.

Well, it never hurts
to be prepared.

Now, Mayor. Hold on,
hold on.

Now, I've just
been thinking.

Seeing as how
you control

all the gambling
in this town,

and I get 10%
of the take,

just exactly what would
happen to my livelihood

if you went out
and got yourself shot?

So it behooves
him to keep you

at least 10% alive.

So, Mayor.
Why don't you

just go back to your office
and take it easy,

and just see that
that precious hide of yours

don't get pierced
by any foreign objects,

and the doctor here and me
will go forth and assume--

Ladies and gentlemen--

Hey, get off
of here!

What the hell
is this?

Marshall--I mean,
field marshall,

you've got quite
a motley Army.

Yeah.

Colonel, here.

Oh, there's Miss
What's-Her-Name.

Say! Say, Miss, uh...

Where are you going?

Following the flag,
Mr. Earp.

Where the men go,
we go.

I'd say that's quite
understandable, Wyatt.

After all,
the girls have to--

I know, I know,
I know, I know.

All right, sergeant...
Blow your horn.

General, do you mind

confiding your
plan of campaign

to your
chief of staff?

Not at all.
Not at all.

From which direction

are these blood-thirsty
Cheyenne savages approaching?

Southwest, of course.

And in which direction
are we headed?

Northeast.

That's my plan
of campaign.

Have a beer, ma'am.

There they are!
Indians! Indians!

Doctor? As a Christian
gentlemen,

I am opposed
to profanity.

But let's get
the hell outta here?

Right. Hyah!

Whoa! Whoa!

Aah! Oh!

Whoa! Whoa!

Something's
gone wrong!

Whoa!

Hey, grab that Miss--

Plantagenet.

Aah! Oh!

Grab her, Doc!

Grab her!
Don't let her get away!

Come on, grab her!
Hyah, hyah, hyah!

Oh! Oh!

Ah!

By golly, I did know her
in Wichita. Yah!

And so ended
the Battle of Dodge City.

Casualties?
One silk dress.

Essex, sir.

Archer.

Coffee, sir?

Coffee.

Here's the answer
to your message, sir.

Help yourself.

Oh, thanks.

Important?

The usual thing.

No reinforcements
available.

Well, didn't you
tell them

your company's
in no shape to fight?

Yes, sir.
I told him

we're all scattered
up and down the line,

and I haven't even
seen the captain in two days.

There've been too many
of these false alarms.

We'll have to wait
until we can swear

we saw them trying
to cross the tracks.

Yeah, if they haven't
crossed already.

They can't have done that.
Nobody could.

Not even a rabbit
could get--

You're not talking
about Cheyenne.

Well, tomorrow,
come sun-up,

I'm sending out
my own patrols.

Both sides
of the river.

With 900 miles
still to go

to reach their
northern home,

the Cheyenne suddenly
faced a hazard

they had never heard of.

The long line
of steel rails

were as the bars
of a prison.

Well, what do you
think you're doing?

Have a snort.

Where the hell
did you get that?

See that nice,
shiny boot?

Yeah.

Captain
What's-His-Name

is an infantry officer,
a doughfoot.

Now, why do
infantry officers

need nice,
shiny boots?

I'll bite. Why?

To hide whiskey bottles in.

Look, Sergeant,
you sober up

and be ready
to move out

when I give you
the word,

or you're
Mr. Wichowsky.

Sonny.

Sonny.

It's plain to see

you ain't the officer
you used to be.

No.

Ten days ago.

Thirty years.
Thirty years, and ten days.

Thank you.
Thank you.

You're talking
to Mr. Wichowsky,

so climb off
that high horse

and drink me
a little toast.

Uh-uh. No-no.

No, you climb off
your high horse,

and you get ready
to sign this.

You're reenlisting,
as of right now.

Oh, no, I ain't.

Oh, yes, you are.

You want to know why?

Why?

I'm a Pole.

Really?

What have they got?

They've got Cossacks.

Mmm.

You know what
a Cossack is?

What?

A Cossack
is a man on a horse

with a fur cap
on his head,

and a saber
in his hand.

Now, he kills Poles
just because they're Poles,

like we're trying
to kill Indians

just because
they're Indians.

I was proud to be
an American soldier,

but I ain't proud
to be a Cossack.

Wichowsky, you fought
Indians before.

I fought Indians
who wanted to fight me,

not just some poor,
starving blanket-heads

trying to go home!

All right,
Mr. Wichowsky.

Did you say you had
a drink for me?

Well, sure, Tom.

Thank you very much,
Stanislaus.

Ah. See you around.

Hey, doughfoot.
Seen any Injuns around?

I guess they must
have skedaddled

when they heard you
manure-spreaders was coming.

Manure spreaders.

Hmm!

Hey, wait a minute.

Hey, Smitty.
Can you read?

Well, sure, I can read,
and write.

"Debra Wright.
Her book."

Sir.

Yes?

Sir, we, uh...

Well, speak up,
Murphy.

We--we found this
in the river.

It means they've crossed.

What, sir?

Trumpeter?

Sir.

Boots and saddles.

Good luck, sir.

Well, good morning,
Mr. Wichowsky.

Sergeant Wichowsky, sir,

reporting for duty.

Sign me in.

Sign it yourself.
I'm busy.

Yo! Forward
at the canter! Yo!

And so
the pursuit continued,

across changing terrain
and changes of season.

The pursuers sometimes
almost as hungry

and exhausted
as the pursued.

Halt! Who goes there?

Mr. Scott!

Well.

Lieutenant Scott,
reporting for duty, sir.

Did the surgeon
release you?

I slipped away, sir.

Mm-hmm.

And how 'bout this
government horse?

Well, he slipped
away, too, sir.

I see.

You know something,
Mr. Scott?

What, sir?

You might make
a soldier after all.

Well, thank you, sir.

You're welcome.
Wichowsky.

Sir!

Boots and saddles!

Boots and saddles?

Boots and saddles.

Boots and saddles.

What's the matter, sir?

Fort Robinson
is near here.

If we go there--

we will die before
we reach our homeland.

There was hope in
your heart when we started!

Where has it gone?

Maybe the hunger,
clawing out our bellies,

has clawed
my hope away, too.

Why was I given this?

Why?

To lead our people home.

If we go on,
the children will die.

If we go
to Fort Robinson,

you will speak for us?

Yes, of course.

The straw has
come between us.

Yes.

Now our people
must choose

who they want
to follow.

And so,
in the grim north of Nebraska,

with less than
700 miles to go,

and over 800 miles
of pain and hunger behind them,

the Cheyenne nation
broke apart.

Off to your right, now.
Off to your right.

That way.

That way.

Cheyenne, sir.

Good, good.
Feed them.

Find shelter for them.

And give them good fire
and make them...Comfort.

Sir.

Ja, ja.

This will
make me a major.

Would you be
pullin' the curtain?

That must have been
a terrible, terrible journey.

Well, it's exhaustion
and malnutrition.

Oh, it's--it's a horrible
leg altogether,

but we'll feed her
and keep her warm.

And I'm afraid
after a while,

I'm going to
have to operate.

I wish...

I wish I were
a better doctor.

Captain Archer, sir.

Captain Oscar Wessels.

Well...

There are
your Cheyenne.

Ja, ja, you are
right, captain Archer.

Fenimore Cooper knew
little about Indians.

But his books first made
me interested in them.

Here. Half
the volumes you see here

are about Indian
life and culture,

but no one else
will read them.

Captain Wessels
neglects to mention

that most of them
are written in German.

So Captain, you don't
believe that the Indians

should be wiped off
the face of the earth

along with the buffalo?

Agh! Nein! No!
Of course not.

Miss Wright,

it has been
much too long

since we could enjoy
a lady's presence.

Here. Does cigar
smoke bother you?

Captain, I'm so happy
to be warm and comfortable

that nothing
could bother me.

Ah, danke.

Yes?

Oh...Excuse me.

Headquarters, sir.
Urgent.

Stand by.

"Omaha. Cheyennes are to be
kept under restraint

and then returned south as soon
as escort troopers arrive."

But they surrendered
voluntarily.

Oh, this is simply
a military routine.

They escaped
from a reservation

and are
to be returned.

Murder's not routine.

These people could
never survive that march

in the dead of winter.

Excuse me.

Captain Archer,
I feel as you do,

but this is an order.

An order.

Mr. Peterson.

Sir?

The warehouse is empty.
We can put them there.

Captain!

The fort area's
restraint enough.

Where can they
even try to go

in this weather?

This order came to me.

And to me is
the responsibility.

I can take no chances.

You claim
to be a doctor.

You gonna let him put
those women and children

in a warehouse
at ten below zero?

What are you
gonna do about it?

What are you
gonna do about it?

As ordered, sir.

Orders are orders.

Well, this time
we ain't the Cossacks.

Well?!

I am commander
of this post.

All messages must
be cleared through me.

I read
your report, captain.

It doesn't begin
to give a picture

of this situation.

One must be tactful
with higher authority.

Would you have me
call them fools?

No, I'd have you
tell 'em the truth.

They have
given me an order.

An order.

I questioned it once.

It will not
be questioned again.

You will accept
no more messages

from this officer.

He'll accept this one,
because you can't refuse

to allow it.

I have a month's
leave coming.

I'm requesting
two weeks of it.

Why? Why at this time?

I'm not required
to tell you why.

Lock the door.

Lock the door?

I said
lock the door!

Sir...

Never mind!

You, Dull Knife.

You and your people
will be prepared

to start south
in the morning.

We will not go back.

You have
no other choice.

If you try
to force us...

First I die.

We will not go back.

Who in here
speaks English?

Besides this--
this--this chief!

Yes.

You?

Yes.

You will tell your people

that I have tried to get
the order delayed until spring,

but the order stands.

However...

I will provide
additional wagons

for the sick and feeble.

And you will
further tell them

that their chief--

This chief is brave...

But no longer wise.

They must obey
just as I obey.

They will not go back.

Life there is not life.

They will die here.

Authority must
and will be obeyed.

They will die here.

There will be
no more food,

no more water,

and--

and no more firewood...

Until they
change their minds.

They will not go back.

Hello.

She's not gonna
lose her--

No, no, not at all.
Not at all.

You know, I was
a good surgeon once.

See that? I haven't
had a drink in a week.

Amazing.

God's truth.

Look for yourself here.

Hello, Scott.

Hello, sir.

Aye, it is
pneumonia all right,

but he's young
and strong,

thanks be to God,

so he got over it.

Good, he'll be on
his feet in no time.

Now, what's this, huh?

T-R...

Oh! "A"...

"A"...

"I"...

"I"...

"N."

"N."

Train.

Train!

That's good.
Very good.

Bye, honey.

Good luck, Scott.

Good luck
to you, sir.

I'll need it.

You're going away.

I hope you'll be here
when I get back.

T-R-A-I-N.

Miss Wright,
if you please.

I hope you know what
you're doing, sir.

Let's go.

Smith, sir.

All right. Move.

Yes?

I was told the secretary
wanted to see me.

Were you also told
that the secretary

is a very busy man?

Well, sir, I am also
a very busy man.

And what is your name?

Archer, Captain Archer.

I do not see the name
of a Captain Archer--

Look, sir, I have to get
back to Fort Robinson.

Fort Robinson?

I've been wanting
to meet someone

from Fort Robinson.

Come with me.

Thank you.

Gentlemen,
gentlemen, please!

Come in.

Captain Archer,
aren't you?

Yes, that's right.

This is my hideout.

This is where
I keep away

from the leeches
and vultures upstairs--

Excuse me, but
I have an appointment

with Mr. Schurz,
the secretary--

I'm Carl Schurz.
Cigar?

Oh, I'm sorry, sir.

I didn't recognize you.

Nobody does.
Sit down. Sit down.

Oh, thank you.
Thank you.

Captain, I understand
you've been making yourself

quite unpopular
over at the War Department.

For what purpose?

Is that why you
wanted to see me, sir?

I'm not supposed
to discuss this

outside of channels.

Well, if it
concerns the Indians

at Fort Robinson,
I'm the channel.

I'd like to know
why you're risking

your career,
your commission,

by questioning
superior authority.

I'd like to know, uh...

Confidentially,
the truth.

I don't often
manage to hear it.

Well, sir...

At Fort Robinson,
I've seen respect

for superior authority
gone stark raving mad.

Those Indians are dying
of cold and starvation

in that prison.

I only heard
they were being--

What's the word--

Restrained?

- Uh-uh.
- Disciplined?

No, sir.

Murdered
is the right word.

And you'd like me to
do something about it.

Sir, I only know what those
Cheyenne have gone through.

If the people
had seen it,

they wouldn't
have liked it.

The people?

Captain...

You're asking me
to make that false move

that a lot of people
have been hoping for.

They need
your help, sir.

There's a train
at 7:00 this evening

for the West.
You'll be on it.

Thank you.

Thank you
very much, sir.

Old friend...

Old friend,

what would you do?

Ah, they sound like a--

a thousand banshees
out there,

keening over
the grave of Cruachan.

Young lady, you
don't seem to realize

what you're
asking of me.

The Army is the only
living that I have.

Now, you listen
to me for a minute,

and I'll
explain it to you.

Look, when I was studying
medicine on the continent,

it was read a book,
look at a corpse,

and say, "thank you
for the license."

Well, the Civil War
changed all that.

Civil war
was my salvation.

I stepped
right off a boat

and straight
into uniform,

and I had the good sense
to stay there.

Now, all I've done
ever since

is hand out blue pills

and give
doses of castor oil.

Man alive, I--

Look,
I'll starve to death

in civilian practice--

You use the word lightly.

Lightly! I--

These Cheyenne
are starving now.

Now, listen to me.

Listen to me,
Miss Wright!

You're a Quaker,

and you're dedicated
to self-sacrifice.

Well, I'm dedicated to
self-preservation!

You know, you want me to
go out there, don't you?

Yeah, and take
me future, me career,

and me pension and throw
it down the drain.

Is that what
you want, huh?

Yeah, well...

That's exactly what
I'm going to do.

Captain,

you've got trouble
on your hands.

Trouble? How can there
be trouble?

They have nothing
to fight with.

Their bare hands,
maybe.

Hands.

The question is, do you
want to be responsible?

Responsible?

I am responsible
for nothing.

None of them have to die.

They could have walked
out of there

anytime they liked.

I have simply been
the instrument of an order.

An order I did not
agree with.

You say that as--as if
you've memorized it.

Why? Why you talk to me?

Why don't you talk
to those Indians?

That is where
the blame is.

Anytime--

anytime they could
have ended this.

First it was the order
from headquarters.

Now it's the Indians.

Everybody is
to blame but you.

I will not stand for
any more insubordination.

The whole truth
of this matter is

- that you have--
- Get out!

Let this become
a test of wills

between you
and the Cheyenne.

You have made it your
own personal fight.

You are a liar.

You lie!

Oh,

nothing I have done
is personal.

I am a soldier.

I was a soldier
in Prussia,

and I am
a soldier here.

All my life I have
given and taken orders.

What would be this world
without orders, huh?

What would be?

Chaos,

anarchy,
that's what would be.

Well, I'll not let that
start here.

And you--

You--you--oh--

I will not let you
spread these lies.

You are under arrest.

Gentlemen!

Ah, Mr. Peterson.

Lieutenant Peterson,
bear witness.

I have just
arrested this man.

You are mistaken,
Captain.

I am not
under arrest,

but you are.

Huh?

The regulations state,

"that when an officer..."

I know the regulations.

"Due to alcoholism,

- Alcoholism?!
- "Brain injury,

"or any kindred
disability,

is not capable
of command..."

What did you see of this?

"He may be removed."

I am doing just that.

You are the one with
brain disease, not me.

I am doing just that,
sir. These men are--

I will see that you are
court-martialed and shot!

My witnesses,
but I am assuming

full responsibility.

You are confined
to quarters.

Officer of the day,
the keys, please.

Mr. Peterson,

I am taking
full responsibility.

Aah!

On the double.
On the double!

Men, take your mark!

Oh, glory be to God!

As you were!

Stop it, you idiots,
stop it!

Has authority been
sufficiently obeyed, sir?

As if guided by instinct,

the survivors
of the Cheyenne

joined together 1,200 miles

from the territory
they had fled,

at a place in
the arid hills of Dakota

which they held sacred,

called, in their language,

"Victory Cave."

Ve'ho'e! Ve'ho'e!

Cavalry in position,
sir.

Colonel, I'd
like to have you meet

the Secretary
of the Interior,

Carl Schurz.

Well, I'm glad to see
you, Mr. Secretary.

Riding all night didn't
help my lumbago.

That coffee I smell?

Yes, sir.

- Captain uh--
- Archer, sir.

Archer.

You see those guns,
Mr. Secretary?

Yes.

Well, in just about
one minute, now, sir--

Yes, I know. I know.

You're all set.

But not before
I've had a chance

to talk
to those Indians.

Well, now,
this is hardly

a civilian matter,
Mr. Secretary.

Army coffee hasn't improved
in all these years.

I have my orders from
General Sheridan, sir.

One question,
Colonel.

Do you enjoy
killing Indians?

Women? Children?

Well, no, of course--

Well, then you'll be
pleased I came.

You mean the orders
have been changed?

I mean that the ground
that you're standing on

is government property
controlled by

the Department
of the Interior.

Now either I parlay
with those Cheyenne,

or I consider you and
your troops trespassers.

Well, that's absurd,
Mr. Secretary.

Colonel, I know,

I may be on shaky
legal ground,

but, uh, that's for
the courts to decide.

You ever have lumbago?

Uh, no, sir, I--

Little Wolf,
Dull Knife,

this is Mr. Schurz,

one of the chiefs

of our government
in Washington.

They both
speak English, sir.

Oh, good, good.

I know how many promises

have been made to you
and then broken,

but I'm not here
to make any promises.

I'm asking you
to take a gamble.

All ve'ho'e words
are the same.

You keep us talking.

The soldiers.

Now, please listen
to me. Please.

You've made
one of the most

heroic marches
in history.

You deserve to go back
to your own homeland

and stay there in peace.

I'm sure that the people
of this country

will understand--
will agree

when they hear
the facts.

Now, will you
take the gamble?

The people--

who will tell them?

Who will
tell the people

about Fort Robinson?

I will.

I promise you.

You call this
Victory Cave.

You can have another

greater victory
here.

Right now.

He speaks the truth.

We have no--

Tobacco.

No tobacco

for the peace pipe.

Well...

Maybe we can start
a new custom.

Thank you.

But there were
still wounds to heal,

and there was still
peace to be made

among those
who had lived through

the long heroic march,

and there were still some
who had yet to come home

to the land of the Cheyenne.

And so when
the nation was safe,

the sacred bundle,

symbol of
the chief of chiefs,

was passed on,

for no one could carry it

who had shed the blood

of another Cheyenne.

Home.

H-O-M-E.

Home.

H-O-M-E.

Home.