Original subtitles

They're off at last. Come on.

Begin the work. - Why the hell do we carry

We're not land surveyors! Why are you laughing, idiot?

It's none of your business. You're getting paid for it.

Come on, quick!

Americans!

Chief Ulzana, thank you for inviting us to the Apache harvest festival.

The General, who the Apache call "Grey Wolf", is our honourable guest!

Looks like a miracle, Ulzana! Maize, melons – all harvested in the desert!

Watermelons! Unbelievable!

Come with me, I'll show you something.

Too bad I won't see how his eyes will pop out of his head.

Come on.

These are maize pies with nuts.

Or do you prefer juniper cakes?

And this is melon and pumpkin sprinkled with mezcal.

- They make you full and merry. - Thank you, I'll try everything

Thank you.

There are two kinds of women: beautiful ones and those who cook well...

You are a combination of both.

- Unbelievable!

- Sorry, what did he say? - He says the meat is good.

- What kind of meat is this? - Just field rat.

Apache recipes, these...

But you are Mexican, aren't you?

- Yes, Captain, how did you know? - You shine among them like a diamond.

How long have you been a prisoner? I feel bad for you.

Nothing to feel bad about. I am not a prisoner.

Hard to believe it.

If you need any help

I am always at your service.

How did you do it!

Who figured it out?

I didn't imagine that Apaches are capable of that.

The sun and the water.

We'll harvest two crops every year.

Well, then I'll make our troops buy the surplus of your crops.

Then your people will buy what they need from our traders.

Everyone will gain from it, and your people will keep all their lands.

We want peace with palefaces. Do they want it as well?

Peace at the Arizona borders is the main concern of our government.

And this harvest festival

proves there can be no more armed conflicts between our people.

By God, what a beautiful Mexican saddle! Where did you get it?

- It's a gift from my wife. - A gift or...?

I told you.

Well done.

- Now me! - Positive?

- Sure! - Go on then!

- I'll show them! - I hope you will!

This is for you, captain. Every guest gets a present.

Very grateful. And these are for whom?

- For Cochise, Chiricahua chief. - And these? And these?

For Ezkiminzin, Aravaipa chief, and this for Coyotero chief.

My husband and the general are coming.

Finished, Mr Wardley. Now we set the fuse on fire and clear off.

You can go now. My horse is better anyway.

Hello, friends!

Great horsemen! What a squadron they could make!

There's some American by the dam, says he came to measure our mountains.

I don't trust that paleface. He's got a forked tongue.

He looks through some weird tube thing.

- No need to ruin the celebration. Where is he? - By the creek.

Take him to Santa Rita. I'll be there ahead of you.

My name is John Wardley.

What do your braves want from me? I was given an assignment in Washington

This is for measuring.

- Border right across the Apache land? - Pure formality.

We drove the Mexicans away from Arizona, and now the border is to be marked much further South.

So the paleface doesn't understand me or perhaps he doesn't want to?

This is the Apache land.

General Crook knows. You can check.

Whites have forked tongues. Their words should always be checked.

Can I go back now?

This dry land was once wet with Apache blood.

It rightfully belongs to us.

White people can only be our guests here.

This irrigation system will give the Apache so many crops...

...that they'll be able to sell the surplus.

General calls this a "historical success" for the Apache.

You should know that this "historical success" will soon be imitated by others.

They'd no doubt be excited by the contents of these stupid baskets.

The Apache will be able to provide for themselves, even within that small area...

...which means they won't have to depend on governmental aid.

In Washington they'll be happy to hear it, Burton.

And we here in Tucson will lose all our profits.

No one wants to lose two million dollars.

It's nice to know you're so loyal to us, my friend.

But we'd known about the Apache's "historical success"...

...long before you or General Crook.

Our friend Wardley will take care of the dam.

Which means they won't be able to harvest the second crop.

Hey, Wardley, what's up?

Just when I was setting up the explosion, the Apache came.

They didn't notice anything, but their chief made them bring me to Santa Rita...

...where he kept going on

how this land was theirs and we're just guests.

- And then? - I fed him some nonsense about the new border,

That's why I couldn't blow up the dam.

The Redskins were watching me. I'm telling the truth, boss!

This is no good, Aldrington. No good at all.

I don't think so.

What if the explosion had gone off while the General was with the Apache?

Come drink with us, Wardley. You've got more luck than wit.

We'll do alright as long as the Apache get the subsidy which goes through our hands.

Is that what you mean by "gifts", Burton?

Exactly.

But we shouldn't forget that the General is on Apache side.

It wouldn't be wise to openly go against his instructions.

You're right, but only as long as the General is here.

What if he suddenly gets summoned back to Washington for a few days?

I have friends there.

Lots of things can happen while he's away.

To your health!

Just a moment, Kid! You're so stealthy that it made me think of something.

You'll go to the Apache village as a trader.

Bring along dresses for women and alcohol for men.

And you, Wardley, will set the fuse on fire. - No, don't make me go! I'm scared!

Captain, don't you remember what the Apache did to your friend Johnson?

I never did evil to them, but a dead Apache nearly killed me!

I won't go there on free will! - We don't need your free will.

- It's dangerous. What will I get? - 10 dollars from each of us...

...if you come back alive.

You don't look very happy.

Sorry, I have things to do at the newspaper.

Explosion is one thing – something you take care of...

...But who can guarantee that the Apache won't build a new irrigation system next year?

It would be better to resettle them in some dump where irrigation and other tricks

Have you heard of San Carlos? A charming dry place...

Nothing grows there.

But of course I need an order from Washington to do this.

Besides... - Great idea! Bravo!

If everything goes as planned, we'll increase your share from 4 to 6 percent.

What about 7? 7 is a lucky number.

Chief, you're right on time. The meat is done.

They don't have meat like this in the fort.

Is Grey Wolf in the fort now?

No, he left for Washington two days ago.

Why?

Someone from Tucson has turned up by the village.

He said he was charting the new border as ordered by Grey Wolf.

Rubbish. New border as far as Verde?

Tho old trapper would know about it.

Some crooks from Tucson are trying to swindle you!

You can expect anything from them.

Welcome to Washington, General. I hope the long journey wasn't too tiresome.

How long did the trip take? Anyway, you Southerners are used to hardships.

Difficult service, hot weather, blood-thirsty Apache...

The Apache are not that blood-thirsty. That won't be any problem.

Less trouble for us in Washington. Please sit down.

But there are some "but'sÓ...

The White House is counting on Southern votes.

Which means that the President...

...should pay heed to local population. This is clear, General.

One should draw conclusions.

What conclusions? What do you mean, sir?

The President doesn't feel well. He won't be able to receive you, sir.

Jones reports the President is sick.

Nothing serious, but he won't receive anyone in the next couple of days.

Arm yourself with patience, General.

What do you say if I invite you to lunch, General?

And I'll answer all your questions regarding the local interests.

Feel free to look and choose.

Hey, come here, quick!

This is for the warriors.

Got it? No?

For the warriors!

Have a drink.

Here you are.

The bullet is stuck in his chest.

He needs a doctor immediately, or he'll die.

The road is difficult... He's lost a lot of blood.

The chief is not here. They say he was shot by Tucson people.

Forward!

Drive them to San Carlos!

- What's going on? In the middle of the night... - Help me, doctor!

My husband was wounded. - Come in.

Take him away right now. I don't operate on Indians.

Is he really your husband? You are Mexican!

Yes, he's my husband. He's close to dying. But he cannot die!

I won't operate on him. Get him out of my house right now!

If our chief dies, the town will die too. Mind it, paleface.

Is this a threat?

If the chief dies, the town will die too.

There's hot water over there.

Who allowed you to relocate the Apache to San Carlos by force?

How dare you? It's a crime, Burton! Years of my work gone!

The Apache trusted me! We could live in peace!

Now it's all over! All ruined!

Orders! Orders from Washington!

Since when do they make orders behind the chief commander's back?

Orders from Tucson, perhaps? This sounds far more likely!

I understand your anger, sir, but not your reproof and distrust.

- Sergeant David! - Yes, sir!

All Apache tribes are to be immediately deported to San Carlos and disarmed in advance.

The action should be unexpected so as to prevent any chance of escape.

The authenticity of the order is beyond any doubt, I think.

That Washington business folk!

You were absent for a long month.

I thought they informed you in Washington how important this action was.

I am a soldier, and I was carrying out the order as precisely as possible.

Burton, we both know that the Apache

won't be able to survive in San Carlos desert.

It's a lifeless place.

Not a drop of rain, and ground waters are not suitable for drinking.

Their rations are already on the way. I hope it's enough for them to get by.

They're not worth any more.

I'm not a Grey Wolf. I'm a Blabbing Magpie. I gave the chief my word...

He's no more. They say Tucson guys killed him after the explosion.

You're lucky. If Ulzana had been here at the time of the action,

it's you who might have been dead now.

All Apache should be happy with the aid...

from the Great White Father to his Redskin children.

No more need for hunting, no need for irrigation.

They will get everything for free.

A weekly wagon of meat and maize flour.

The white chief we call Grey Wolf shouldn't he be back from his long journey now?

Yes, he's back. Why?

That's an old trick, Sergeant. He wants to get something out of us.

But a true Apache can't just ask.

Go back to your mummy! No chance to win a rodeo here!

Follow me! Forward!

From now on, his name is Coyote. Sergeant said he was in the fort.

Tell Haki to bring all horses here.

I'm going to the fort. General Crook is here.

What's wrong, Leona?

I'm scared... for our lives.

General, there's a distinguished guest doing us an honour.

Is this a way to announce? Stick to the rules, or it's 3 days

- Hold it fast. - That's what I'm doing.

Ulzana! I can't believe my eyes! You're alive!

I'm sorry about what happened. I don't approve of what.

I had no idea about that order.

As before, I am a friend to the Apache. A friend to all Indians,

and your friend as well!

My friend?

Of course! I'm also very sorry about what happened to the dam.

If I had been here, my troopers would've opposed that mob.

I hope you believe me! - So many words. Too many.

It's impossible to live in San Carlos. San Carlos is good for dead people.

And you know this, General.

You should also know that we're leaving San Carlos.

How will you leave the reservation?

The land of the Apache is huge.

Hold on, Ulzana!

Gather all officers!

Listen carefully: in the days to come the Apache will probably leave the reservation.

We should be careful and do the following...

Sir! Our onlooker reports...

that the chief and his braves are heading in opposite direction

Gordon, signal the alarm. We're departing in an hour.

Sir, the line is out of order!

Just when I reached Tucson, the connection was broken.

- Should we send out scouts? - Do that.

Sergeant, take care of the line immediately.

Come in.

Hi, Gordon.

Sit down!

Sent out the scouts?

I think we can write them off.

Let's look at this from the chief's perspective.

He doesn't have food or guns...

or decent horses for himself and his braves...

...but he has a brain for thinking. So he destroys the telegraph line...

...and waits quietly for the Army to provide him with everything...

...via its horsemen.

I have a different theory. He wants to play on our nerves.

I think he wants to keep a low profile for a while, together with his wife...

...and see what the Army is up to.

Which reminds me...

His wife!

Sergeant Winter!

Talking Wire... It provides us with guns and horses.

Welcome! I cooked some great food, what would you prefer?

Maize pies with nuts? Or juniper cakes?

Here are melons and pumpkins sprinkled with mezcal.

They make you full and merry.

When Ulzana turned up at the fort, I knew we'd see each other again.

Were you really waiting for your husband right now?

Oh no, he's alright. He left. Disappeared.

Didn't he tell you about his escape plan? - He's probably searching for food now.

Searching? Maybe stealing? Or does he still have the gold of the ancients?

I don't care how he does it.

One day you promised us - me - your help whenever needed.

And now I need it like I never did before.

Captain, once you told me that I just have to lift my little finger,

now you can put a deed behind your words.

Now I need your help for 300 desperate Indians.

The army can not do anything about it.

What can I do, the Tucson people are responsible for the food.

Perhaps they'll wake up...

if they know that 500 desperate Indians...

...are ready to sweep the country?

This is important, Leona. We should inform the Tucson people.

As soon as possible. We can't lose a second.

You'll be the one to inform them.

Me? That's impossible. Why me?

Better this way.

Can you ride?

Like any Apache.

Keep your eyes open, Winter. If you see the runaways, shoot.

They're well-armed.

I'll be back in 3 days at most. - Yes, sir.

Only generals can have stupid ideas like this.

"Be on guard wherever there's water..."

"...They'll eventually appear."

We'll be sitting here until hell freezes... What?

Don't shoot! We need him alive. Mount! Forward!

Only White God knows where these soldiers rushed off to...

...but I'm sure they won't be back for at least an hour.

- Here you are! - Savage Apaches ravage Arizona.

Attack on a stage coach - six dead.

A family of the colonists slaughtered.

How do you like it?

Apache escape plays in our hands.

In Washington it will look like deluge.

I'm afraid I'll have to ask...

for more money to save the civilisation in Arizona.

I don't understand. This is the next week issue.

We're psychics. We know everything in advance.

Gentlemen, you probably won't be too delighted to hear...

...that San Carlos reservation might dissolve as soon as tomorrow.

Five hundred furious Apache.

- Didn't the rations come in? - Rations are a joke...

The chief's wife would like to explain what's included in the rations.

- Rotten junk... - We'll clear this up in a moment.

Perhaps you'd like a bath after the trip?

Quick! A room for our guest!

And lots of water. - Come with me.

Listen, Kid: I need a dress for her.

The best dress.

I'm sure you'll like this... I mean, your lady friend will.

Go to hell!

Please accept this modest present.

I don't think you should talk to these gentlemen dressed like this.

Never once in a last year Apaches stopped a stage coach!

But the situation has changed.

I have to move on.

- By any means. - But the security of the others?

To the hell with it?

Captain Burton just told us that the first rations shipment was no good.

I suspect there's cheating involved. - With this I fully agree.

Looking at you...

I can't imagine respectable people like this...

...profiting from Apache's hunger and misery.

Or am I wrong, and rotten meat is...

exactly the source of your respectability?

Trust me, everything will change.

But only if your husband and the other braves return to the reservation.

No one knows where they are. - If you refuse to help us,

you'll force me to measures highly unpleasant for both of us.

I'll keep you in the fort as a hostage,

and the runaways will come back as soon as they find out.

Great plan.

I like it.

Who does this brilliant idea belong to? Captain Burton? Or maybe you?

When I look at you, gentlemen,

when I see your scheming,

I'm ashamed of being almost white.

Luckily, I live with the Apache.

Come in, come in. I won't harm you.

I overheard certain things downstairs. I'm a regular coachman, and these noble gentlemen

...are nothing but bandits. And the most stinking one is the Captain.

Nice trick using a beautiful woman as a bait.

That's why you've got to escape. But how?

My suggestion: I'm leaving early in the morning in my coach,

and I'm taking you along in my coachbox. - Another trick?

No trick. It's a business offer. The Indians won't harm me if you're with me.

If we meet Apache on the way, they won't harm you, and my mail will be safe.

What if I don't like the deal?

Stay here then.

Oh, I can hear the Captain wash his hoofs. Good night, se–ora.

150 coins - and you're in Washington.

It's your last chance, you know.

Do you guarantee that our coach will get through?

I have an Indian idol in my coachbox. Protection against Apache bullets.

Quiet! Wave your little hand!

Leona!

Jump, Leona!

Mail coaches had never stopped here before,

but we thought you'd like to get off, Leona.

It was the coachman who helped me escape.

He thought he'd be able to get through thanks to me.

Right. Now I see why you're here. But how did you end up in Tucson?

The coach was coming from Tucson, wasn't it?

The Captain lured me to Tucson,

supposedly to discuss the rations.

Tucson people get huge profits from the rations.

This is understandable. They gain more from our hunger than from our dead bodies.

Are there many soldiers in the town? What is Captain doing?

It became clear to me...

...that the Captain is our deadly enemy. With the General, it's harder to understand.

Anyway, they're all the same.

We have to leave San Carlos as soon as possible.

Go there and tell them they should be ready.

The chief's wife reads in the hearts of our enemies.

We know that the Apache warriors escaped from San Carlos, General.

As you understand, we are responsible for the situation in Tucson,

so we'd like to know what you're planning to do.

Everyone in the town is worried. The savages are not to trifle with.

We'll try to make Ulzana and his braves return to the reservation as soon as possible.

It's just a small group of warriors.

There's no danger for Tucson, if this is what you fear.

What you're telling us, Colonel, only proves that you have no idea...

...of where the runaways are or what they're planning.

In my opinion, it won't be easy to bring them back to the reservation.

Palefaces are coming, but they're no soldiers.

Can't even have a nap,

whites again... Hurrying to bring us some guns.

I'm busy now.

I'll never forget the General's dumb face!

The Colonel's even dumber.

Look! An Indian! Let's get him and present the General with a living Apache!

I know you, white dog! You brought us the worms!

I thank the white chiefs.

We know that things will be brought once a week

- new guns, ammunition,

and horses. You're free to go.

Don't forget to take your boots off.

- Redskin bastards...

- Damn them!

So they let us go. Where now?

- To the fort, quick. - General Crook will die laughing.

So you want to go to Tucson? It's 30 miles!

Quick!

You left Tucson without saying goodbye. That was a big surprise.

Please, try this.

Apparently, you had breakfast with your husband along the way.

I wouldn't be here then.

Perfidious Apache attack, 10 miles from the fort.

General, it's your fault and your lack of skill!

See that these gentlemen get new boots from the army reserve -

- on a loan, gentlemen and send them home with a patrol escort.

Will you walk to Tucson, or should we lend you horses?

We'll talk yet.

A wire, sir!

"Tucson mail coach, two passengers, failed to reach Butterfield."

Request army help. Reynolds, postmaster."

- I know who's responsible.

Lieutenant, take the prisoner away.

Captain Burton, back to fort for duty.

The chief and his warriors will soon be here.

We don't know what's in the Redskins' heads...

But of course he'll try to save

his beautiful wife.

I took her away with some struggle, so he ought to know where to look for her.

I'm a soldier, and I don't set traps with human flesh as a bait.

Sometimes the enemies impose their own tactics. At least that's what I was taught.

As for the Tucson gentlemen, I just met them.

They are determined to act against us.

I think it's an appropriate moment...

...to announce the capture of the fugitives.

I think all Tucson scroungers would be delighted...

...if you were the commander-in-chief in Arizona instead.

Sergeant David!

Tonight we'll leave San Carlos and go to Sierra Madre.

Life is harder there, but we'll be free.

But your wife is in the fort. You want to leave without her?

We must reach Eagle Creek in one night and half a day.

This will be hard, especially for old folk and children.

Captain, the prisoner is delivered.

Yesterday you didn't want to talk. How about today?

You can eat this every day if you want.

Leona,

you must think about the future, like I do.

I hope you're not planning to stay with the Apache

What next?

I took care of my future. My friends will help me.

I'm thinking about opening a bank in Tucson.

Burton Bank. Sounds good, doesn't it?

Let's toast to our future.

It's no use, Captain. I'm a loyal wife to the Apache chief.

I won't betray him. - Till the rest of your life?

Sound good when spoken by a young woman!

I get it. I'm just not right for you.

Let's see...

Alarm! Every Apache left the reservation.

In single rank fall in! Quick, quick!

Right dress! Front! Right face! March! Quick!

Right dress! Front! Right face! March! Quick!

- Receive the cartiges! - Ordinance in the wagon.

Whatever the circumstances, we must prevent the Apache...

...from crossing the Mexican border and hiding in Sierra Madre desert.

I hope I made myself clear.

So the trap didn't work? Captain Burton,

you stay here with the garrison.

Be careful.

What a fool I am.

All what I imagined.

That with my stunt...

I'll break you.

Are you telling me, that I'm the first woman you didn't get

and now I like you even more.

Just go on, captain, but hurry up.

I see that the fort is almost empty.

I imagine that my husband has lured somewhere the general and his troops...

and is approaching that door!

The whites will be here in 2 hours. There are more than 200 rifles.

We have to leave as soon as possible. - We'll wait for them here.

We have to hold out until sunset.

So, Buly, did the fox fall into your trap?

We might get trapped ourselves, General.

Damn this place. It looks like a canyon from here,

but in fact it's a hell of a maze...

Me and Major, last year we barely found our way out of here.

If you're scared, Buly, stock up with clean underwear...

We'll smoke the foxes out of here before night falls.

Right. We have to finish before sunset.

I'd like to know how the Mexicans will react...

...when they learn we crossed the border and are acting on their territory.

Lieutenant Pearson,

you'll make the round with Buly.

Look, we'll surround them like this.

Don't forget that palefaces have much more ammunition.

A full wagon of it. Don't shoot without need.

And if Nana doesn't find the path to lead us out?

I don't know how to answer your question.

I also don't know what will happen if the soldiers find the women's hiding cave.

Go and help Nana find the path. It's very important.

I'll go take care of the whites. - What about Leona?

There are no troops at the fort. By far, everything's going as planned.

Probably just a stoneslide. Come on.

Forward!

Don't shoot! We don't want to reveal ourselves.

Ambush! They surround us! Fall back!

Fall back!

Quick!

I knew every path here, but that was very long ago.

I abducted her from a mezcalero.

They had wanted a different husband for her.

We had to hide in these caves until our families made peace.

I was a handsome boy back then. That was very long ago.

Tell your stories to someone else. We have to find the path.

I'll only find that path if I recall the old times.

And I can only think when I talk.

Lieutenant Pearson and two soldiers are dead. We need urgent reinforcement.

We must finish this manoeuvre at all costs.

Lieutenant Connelly, you back Pearson's unit by massed fire.

I bet it was our friend Ulzana, General.

- I don't think we'll finish before sunset now. - Careful, dammit... It hurts...

Bugler, beat the retreat!

General, everything's ready. The detachments are in the canyon,

Today we'll show them. - Good. Signal the attack.

Bugler! Signal to attack!

I would prefer a real cavalry attack in the field.

Looks like the Apache are forcing battle today.

They don't have much ammunition.

They won't hold out for long. Does it hurt?

No problem, General. Not even worth a tiny medal.

Mexican patrol, sir. The Apache are gone.

Dammit.

Beat retreat!

Captain Camilo Salvador Hernandez. May I ask your name?

General Crook, Arizona's commander-in-chief.

While pursuing a group of Apache,

looks like by accident we crossed into Mexico.

- Apologies accepted, Captain.

But we haven't seen a single Apache around.

General, I demand that you leave Mexican territory immediately

and respect our border in the future.

Signal retreat.

Quiet! Your throat is closer than the soldiers.

Where is the prisoner?

Alarm! The Apache!

Hold the horses!

Freeze!

Drop the guns!

Three steps backwards!

Don't play with me. If you move, I'll shoot her.

Mount.

Jump!

Did the others reach... Sierra Madre?

I'd... like... to go there with you.

Easy now...