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Veteran #1:
Pay the bonus now!

Newsreel announcer:
The climax of the bonus army's
two-month siege

is rapidly developing

in the shadow
of our nation's capitol.

Since early June,

nearly 18,000 veterans
of the Great War of 1917,

many homeless and starving,

have been camped
with their families

on the flats
of the Anacostia River,

demanding payment
of their promised
soldier's bonus.

Today, one policeman
and one bonus marcher

were killed in skirmishes

with local police,
prompting President Hoover

to order the U.S. Army,

under the leadership
of General Douglas MacArthur,

to remove the veterans.

1500 federal troops,

a combined force
of infantry, cavalry

and the newly-formed
armored division,

have responded
to the president's call

to put an end
to the veteran's rebellion.

Veteran #2: That's right!

Veterans:
Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!

Reporter:
General, any thoughts
about going against

former soldiers?

Watch me.

Reporter #2:
Sir, are you concerned at all
about how many troops...

Veteran #1:
We want what's coming
to us! Now!

Veteran #2:
We want what we deserve!

Regimental sergeant,
break out the colors.

Major Hardesty, sir, I think
they know what army it is.

Do as ordered
without insubordination,

Sergeant Libbey.

Veteran #2:
Give us our bonus!
Break out the colors!

Hardesty:
On command!

In line right!

And hold!

Veteran #1:
We stand together!

We want what
we deserve!

Veteran #2:
Stay together!

Veteran #3:
We want what we deserve!

Draw...

Veteran #4:
We are your countrymen!

Hardesty:
...sabers!

Veteran #2:
What are we coming to?

Veteran #4:
Do not pat us
on the back!

Veteran #3:
We gave our blood,
give us our bonus!

Veteran #4:
Pay the bonus!
Pay the bonus!

Veteran #1:
Sir! Congress must
not adjourn!

Veteran #2:
Pay the bonus now

unless you're gonna
let 'em get by...

I gave an order,
sergeant.

Your order goes against
my conscience, sir.

Veteran #2:
Do not pat us
on the back!

These men served
with us in France.

They're only asking
for what they were promised.

This is mutiny,
Sergeant Libbey.

Veteran #3:
Pay the bonus now!

You're under arrest, mister.

You and these other men
return to post--

under your own recognizance.

Veteran #1:
Give us what's
coming to us!

Veteran #1:
We want what
we deserve!

Hardesty:
Seconds!

Keep back!
Get back, get back.
Stay back!

Get your
hands off that woman!

Soldier:
Don't move any further.
Stay back there!

Radio announcer:
The attack is on.

General MacArthur
is in command.

The army
of the United States

is attacking
its own veterans.

Their camps are
being destroyed.

This is a national disgrace,

one of our country's
darkest hours.

Man: Damn it.

Are you okay, ma'am?

What the hell do you
think you're doing?!

I was walking.

The roads are
for automobiles.

Yeah, if you've got one.

Well, you look okay to me.

Where are you headed?

Down to the border.

Get in the car.

What?

I said get
in the car, idiot.

There's a dust storm.

Much obliged.

Marsh Buxton, ma'am.

Only my good friends
call me an idiot.

Jessica Stuart
and I'm not your
good friend.

Kind of takes
your breath away,
doesn't it?

Cowboy soldier...

I should have guessed.

Excuse me.

Sir, bachelor officers'
quarters are the last building

at the left side
of the drill field.

Regimental HQ
is right in front of us.

Thank you, private.

Private:
About the woman, sir.

Lady friends are
off-limits at this time, sir.

With all due respect,

she isn't my friend.

I'm Jessica Stuart, private.

Stuart? As in
Colonel Stuart, ma'am?

Holy Moses.

The commanding officer's
daughter?

It kind of takes
your breath away,
doesn't it?

♪ ♪

Let's see, you were
fourth in your class
at West Point.

You speak three languages.

And, according to this,

you're just about
expert in everything.

I don't understand
something.

Why would they take a man
so special as you

and waste him
by send him out

to a godforsaken
place like this?

I don't underst--

Stuart:
Now I understand.

I see.

Uh, listen.

Maybe you'd like
to enlighten me

as to this incident here
of you...

striking an officer
at your last post.

It was a soldier's
fight, sir.

He was abusing his horse

and I stopped him.

Did you win?

Yes sir, I did.

Let me ask you a question.

Uh...

do you have trouble
with authority?

Yes sir.

Well, you will have no trouble
with authority here, my lad.

Let me explain that
to you, all right?

The cavalry isn't in enough
trouble now and discipline--

it is critical to our morale

and essential
for our survival,
yours and mine.

Is that understood?
And you'll carry out
your orders

and you'll do 'em smartly!

And if there's one iota
of insubordination in your eyes,

you'll face charges!

Am I understood?

Yes sir.

I can't hear you.
Yes sir!

That's much better.

Okay.

Now...

since you're attached
to the 12th

and I had the honor

of serving with your father,

I'm gonna have
Sergeant Rutherford here,

he's gonna amend your records.

And then you'll be able
to start here

with a clean slate.

Thank you, sir.

Dismissed.

Jessica?

Father.

Man:
Ho! Hup!

Man:
Back back back
back back.

Oh, back.

Back back back
back back.

Whoa.

Good evening,
Mr. Quinlain.
Afternoon, Top.

Got that stud working
pretty good, Tom.

Yeah, he's coming along.

Hello, Ahab.

Afternoon, sir.
Buxton:
Gentlemen.

Master Sergeant Libbey.

Marshall Buxton.

May I present
Sergeants Quinlain
and Mulcahey.

Pleasure, sir.
It's an honor, sir.

I've been
assigned officer in charge
of remounts and stables.

Regulations call for a quartet
of horses for each man
in the cavalry.

These all
the horses we have?

There's a few more.

Sergeant Quinlain,

sound the recall.

They're still grazing, sir.

Libbey:
By any chance would you be

related to a Thomas Buxton, sir?

He was my father.

May I say, sir,
that he was one hell
of a fine horseman?

The best, sir.

God love him.

Seems like everyone
in the cavalry knew him.

We had the pleasure
of wasting

the better part of our youth
in the Mexican Campaign.

"Wasted"?
Hell...

they got the medal of honor
in the same ceremony.

It was a sight
to behold, sir.

What in God's name
are you doing here?

It's a long story
about a quick decision.

Men:
Yah yah!

It's an old
cavalry trick, sir.

If a soldier got separated
from his mount,

a bugle call
would bring him back
on the double.

Man:
Let's go! Ha!

Aw, damn it, Quinlain!

Is this some kind
of a joke?

Sergeant Shattuck, can I
introduce Lieutenant Buxton?

Pleased to make
your acquaintance, sir.

Every officer can choose
his own mount, sir.

Personally,
I favor that sorrel mare.

Soldier #1:
Hey, Gordon,
get a load of these.

Soldier #2:
What the hell are those things?

Soldier #3:
What's going on here?

Soldier #2:
Hey, troops, come over here
and take a look.

Officer:
Get those horses
out of the way, soldier.

God damn it, we got
tanks coming through here.

Not Hardesty.

John.

Owen.

It's a surprise.

They didn't tell me
it was gonna be you.

I wasn't notified
until 10 days ago myself.

This is my ADC,
Major Forrest.

I'd like to be shown
to my quarters now.

I'll take formal command
at 0900 tomorrow morning.

So that's the future.

Oh.

I feel like an idiot.

I don't think I've ever
seen you out of uniform.

I haven't worn one of these...

in years.

You look handsome.

Darling, I am a soldier.

And it hurts me
that you

disapprove of this.

I don't disapprove of you.
I'm proud of you.

Sure, 'cause
I'm out of uniform.

I don't hate the army.

It's the systematic
stupidity of it that galls me.

I'm glad that you write
for the newspapers,

'cause you got
enough opinions

to choke a horse.

Libbey: Sir.

Uh, you don't
have to do that.

I'm not in the army
anymore.

Sir, we'd like
you to have

the Felicista standard
we captured at Carrizal.

But I wasn't there.
I was...

I was at Guerrero.

Yes sir.

And if you hadn't
been at Guerrero,

not a man in our unit

would have walked out
of Carrizal alive.

Sir.

It's been an honor, sir.

Thank you.

Miss Stuart, Colonel.

Goodbye, sir.

Listen, if you're
ever down Tucson way,

drop in and say hello
to an old war horse.

Thank you, sir,
I will.

Stay out of the brig,
Mr. Buxton.

I'll do my best, Miss Stuart.

Gentlemen, in compliance
with War Department orders,

12th Cavalry
is to be incorporated

with the 23rd Infantry.

I'll expect
the utmost in cooperation

from all officers and men.

I will brook no slackness
within my command.

Additionally,

by special order
AG-474.71,

subject salary:

"Salaries to all
enlisted personnel,
including officers,

shall be reduced
15% henceforth."

By special order
AG-474.72,

subject saber:

"The saber is hereby
discontinued

as an item of issue
to the cavalry."

Finally...

it has been directed
by Chief of Staff

General Douglas MacArthur

that in these times
of increasing economic hardship,

the cavalry is to dispose
of excess horses.

Accordingly,
with the cooperation
of the Mexican government,

these said remounts are
to be driven across the border

to be thereby disposed of
two days hence.

Lieutenant Buxton,

you will be in charge
of this exercise.

Details will be worked out
with Sergeant Gruber.

Hardesty:
I'm sorry, gentlemen,

but army is the whipping boy
of Congress.

Our supporters are either
in insane asylums

or the movies.

Major Forrest,
dismiss them.

Uh-hup!

Dismissed!

Sir,
I respectfully request

permission to be excused
from this detail, sir.

Request denied.

Sir!

I cannot in good conscience
be part of this, sir.

Cannot?!

By God, you will do
as ordered, mister,

or face a goddamn
court-martial!

Your conscience
be damned, man!

May I see
a written order, sir?

You may not.

Is there
a written order, sir?!

You're insubordinate, mister.

Dismissed.

Hand it in, son.

Mr. Buxton!
Lieutenant!

Better come quick, sir.

It's Libbey.

Sergeant!

Sir!

Libbey:
Beg your pardon, sir.

I will straighten it up.

You go to hell.

I'm already there.

There's nothing left.

No horses, no cavalry.

No honor.

God damn it.

I hate what this world
is becoming.

So do I, sergeant.

Sergeant.

Carry on.

Man:
These guns are
moved over there.

They should've been here
by now, sergeant.

They'll be just
a couple minutes, sir.

All right,
have these men fall back.

Platoon, fall back.

Man:
They're 80 yards apart.

Mulcahey:
Giddyap now! Giddyap!

Hyah, hey!
Come on. Hee!

Yah yah!

Giddap, giddap!

C'mon, Muley,
giddap, giddap!

Yah, come on!
Ha!

Come on!

Man:
Yah yah!

506 remounts as requested
and ordered, sir.

May I remind you
we are soldiers,
not cowboys?

Cowboys use lariats,
Mr. Buxton.

Soldiers utilize crops.

Well, 500 head are
a lot to handle, sir.

The pit can handle
only perhaps 100 at a time.

Instruct your men
to divide them up

and bring them
forward in order.

Yes sir.

Forrest:
Sergeant Gruber,
prepare your men.

I'm not happy
about this, sergeant.

No sir, but then
we're cavalry.

You're artillery.

There was a time
when artillery depended
on horses, you know?

And they were properly
retired to Fort Sill.

They weren't murdered.

I won't bandy words
with you.

Carry on.

Giddap.

All right,
let's cut out 100 of 'em

and drive 'em down
into the pit!

C'mon!
Hew!

Shattuck:
Yew! Hup! Hup!

Hold on, whoa.

Get around there!
Come on, come on, come on.

Yah!

Get that little
gray mare.

Hold the middle.
Hold it.

Yah yah!

All right now.
All right.

Giddyap giddap.
Come on!

Come on, there you go.

Ho.

Get! Come on!

Those two also,
let's go!

Man:
That's it, that's it!
Move it.

God, I hate
to see this.

Platoon, lock and load.

Ready.

Take aim.

Fire!

God help us.

We never even killed
the enemy like that.

Shut up, Tom.

Mulcahey:
God damn it, Jack,

We got to do something.

Like what?

You got General stars
on your collar?

Finish it, sergeant.

First platoon,
pick your targets
and fire at will.

This ain't right, Top.

We can stop it now
before they shoot any more.

Stop it, sir?
How?

By moving the remainder
of the horses to safety.

You suggesting we steal
the herd, lieutenant?

I'm suggesting
we take them into
protective custody

before they murder
any more.

Take them where, sir?
Away from those guns.

Shattuck:
God damn it,
I love those horses,

but this smacks
of insanity, sir.

That's insanity.

I suggest you decide now,
lieutenant.

Let's go!
Come on!

Watch it, hey hey!

Man:
In there!
Get out of my way!

I'm just doing the job!

Huh? Watch out!
Watch out!

Look out, look out!
What are you guys doing?!

What are you doing?!

No no!

Don't let them--

Lieutenant Buxton,
what the hell do you
think you're doing?!

Saving the remainder
of the remounts.

This is mutiny, mister!
No sir!

A cavalryman's first duty
is to his horses.

The regulations
specifically forbid

endangering their lives
outside of enemy
engagement, sir.

I believe this expedition
to be an illegal act

conducted on the part
of the War Department.

Illegal act?

Yes sir! Have you seen
any written orders?

As remounts' officer,
you are in charge
of this, mister!

I merely command
the infantry.

It is also my belief, sir,

and since I have seen
no written orders,

I believe that my first duty
is to the horses.

Lieutenant Buxton,
you've lost your wits.

Yes sir.
Forrest:
Have your men cut loose

those machine guns
immediately.
No sir!

Sergeant!

Yes sir?
Forrest:
Have your men

take possession
of those guns.

Damn it, Jack,
don't do this.

Now we will take possession
of the remounts, sir.

This'll mean Leavenworth.

I will await the results
of the court-martial.

Sir.

Yah!

Get! Hyah!
Come on!

Yah yah!

Yeah,
come on, come on!

Ha!
Giddyap giddap!

They have
to be stopped!

Any suggestions
as to how, sir?

Arrest them, damn it.

Well, I doubt
they'll submit, sir,
not without a fight.

I've known Jack Libbey
20 years off and on.

Not a man I care
to tangle with.

Damn them!

Yes sir.

And you just let them go?

Begging the colonel's pardon,

but we thought it was
the best course of action--

I will remind you, major,

we were under
War Department orders!

Where are they now?

They could be anywhere, sir.

But I think
they'll head north.

North?

North indicates
a vast area, major.

North is all of America!

Officer:
Yes sir.
Sergeant.

Cable the details
of this fiasco

to the War Department
requesting instructions.

Yes sir.

Major, assemble
a regiment.

I want B-troop patrolling
the Mexican border.

The mechanized column
will move north.

I want those men taken.

I want their hides framed
and hanging on my wall!

Yes sir.

May I speak, sir?

Be concise
and constructive, sergeant.

There's a lot of open
country out there.

They know how to move quietly
and cover their tracks.

400 horses are not
easy to hide, sergeant.

No sir, but there's desert

and canyon land to the north

and not many paved roads.

So your vehicles
will be all but worthless.

My vehicles will do
quite well, mister.

They will transport
a squadron of your
fine troopers

to within
striking distance.

And you will affect
the capture of the renegades.

Yes sir.

Colonel.

If they refuse
to surrender,

then shoot them.

Well, the genie's
out of the bottle, sir.

You don't have
the cork.

What now?

To tell you
the truth, sergeant,

I haven't a notion.

Aw, what in the Sam Hill

have we gotten
ourselves into?

Trouble.

We've gotten ourselves
into a lot of trouble.

Sir.

Colonel Hardesty is bound
to come after us.

And soon.

Head north by northwest.

Meet me in a place
called Broken Hill.

You know the spot, sergeant?

I do indeed, sir.

And you?

Well, if I ride hard,
I can make Tucson by tonight.

I'll catch up with you
sometime tomorrow.

Quinlain:
Well now.

We're out here on our own,
with no plan,

an officer that couldn't
lead flies to shit,

and Sean here says,
"Well now,"

just like a priest.

That's one scared
little lieutenant, Jack.

Well, let's not
count him out...

yet.

Soldier:
It's the tread.

This tank's not
going anywhere.

Officer:
Move it! Move it
on that truck!

You shut that tank,
soldier!

That truck's full.
Use the other one!

Lock down that equipment.

Officer:
Double time.

I need to speak
with your father.

Oh, God Almighty.

The army has gone mad.

Ohh.

So then...

you and your men,

you conspired to mutiny.

There were no
written orders, sir.

I don't consider it
mutiny.

May I remind you
of something?

That you are an officer
in the United States Army

and you have taken
an oath to obey orders

whether they're
written or not!

Sir, General MacArthur

has decided that
the cavalry is obsolete.

He may be right.
I do not know.

But when they muster
out the troops,

they thank them
for their service
and they wish them well.

They do not march
them behind the barracks
and shoot them!

The cavalry is men

and horses.

And we have a tradition

and a duty
to protect them.

They fight beside us
and they die beside us.

They deserve
the same respect

and the same honor.

Well...

It's a point of honor,
all right.

Given the situation...

if I was in your position,

I hope to God
I could do the same.

Oh, stop gaping, woman.

Now what's your plan?

Well, Hardesty is south.

So...

I thought we might
move north.

That's not a plan.
That's a direction.

The truth is...

with all due respect
to the army,

nothing at the Point
prepared me for this.

I don't know what rules
apply anymore.

I was hoping that...

that you could help me.

I don't know
what to do, sir.

Well, first of all,
sit down.

Well, you've fallen
out of the fold,
that's for sure.

The War Department'll
give you little mercy

and General Douglas MacArthur
will give you none.

So now you have
to make a choice, you see?

You can either fall back
or you can go forward.

Back is wrong, sir.

There you are.

Now that's your first
willful conscious decision.

And that's
what makes a leader.

You got a map?

No, I haven't, sir.

Here you are.

One map,
one compass.

That's about all
the help you'll get.

Thank you, sir.

Another thing.

Listen to Sergeant Libbey,
my friend.

He's a hell of a soldier.

I will, sir.

Lieutenant.

Good luck.

Thank you.

You're a damn Boy Scout,
aren't you?

What do you mean?

Stealing 400 horses
from the army to save them.

You're out
of your mind.

Well, I don't exactly
consider it stealing.

They were about
to be destroyed.

I wish you luck,
lieutenant.

Thank you.

You'll need it.

You could have been
more generous.

Well, I gave him
the best advice I could.

You gave him a map
and sent him on his way.

What do you want me to do,
ride out and join him?

I don't know,

but you can't just leave him
out there in the wind.

I did everything
that I could do.

You're retired,
not dead.

I know what I can do.

Sure, you're gonna
write your article.

You know what'll happen?

There's not a publisher
in the country

that'll print it.

General Douglas MacArthur
will see to that.

You know MacArthur.

You go to him and tell him
to stop this.

Oh, come on now, please,
don't be ridiculous.

You just go ahead.

You write
your article.

Let me...

think about it.

Papa! Papa,
there's lots of horses.

There's lots
of horses coming.

In a minute, son.
I have a problem over here.

Hell's bells,
I can't see through
all this steam.

Come on, yah yah!

You sure this is
the right place, Jack?

It's Broken Hill.

Jack.

Shame, he gave up
a damn good career.

Shattuck: Hell,

we threw away a damn good
retirement, didn't we?

Hey.
Welcome back, sir.

You seem to know this
country pretty well.

Yeah, well, uh,
my father and I

used to hunt up here
when I was a kid,

but that's about it.

From here north it's--

it's nothing but
guesswork, mapwork

and a whole lot of luck.

North, sir?

Well, we got to keep moving,

find a place
to wait out the army.

Quinlain:
It's a bit like
waiting out God, sir.

It can't be done.

North is either
sparse and dry

or wet and cold
this time of year.

North is as good
a choice as any.

Travel at night, sir?

May I suggest, sir,
that we travel by day

as much as possible?

Make better time.

Good then.

We'll leave in two hours
if you men are up to it.

We're not that old, sir.

We just look like it.

Libbey:
Mulcahey, you and Quinlain

and Shattuck attend
to the horses

and then get some rest.

What do you think
Hardesty'll do?

I think if he finds us,

he'll try
to engage us, sir.

I've never been
in combat.

You have.

Perhaps you're
better qualified--

Beg your pardon, sir.

This is your detail.

I hope it doesn't
come to combat,

but if it does,
there's nothing I can tell you

that you won't learn
in the first five seconds.

Soldier:
Sir, Hardesty's traveling
nearly 30 miles an hour.

Soldier #2:
At that rate, they should
engage them by nightfall.

Thank you, ma'am.

Hello, Flagstaff station.

Stationmaster.

Where do you think
they are now?

They're probably in
the White Mountains somewhere.

And the army?

They're probably running
around the mountains,

looking for a paved road, no?

Trying to catch 400 horses
they know nothing about.

How long since
you were in Washington?

Oh, Washington.

Oh, I bet it-- eight--
eight or nine years.

You know, uh...

the last time
I was there, I...

I was with your mother.

She loved army life.

But she hated to travel.

Mother did not
love the army.

She loved you.

Well, same difference.

Big difference.

Let me ask you a question.
Are we gonna go on

for the rest of our lives
just butting heads?

Probably.

You're just
like your mother.

No, I'm not.

I'm like you.

Hey.

I'll tell MacArthur
you send him your love.
How's that?

Easy.
Whoa now.

Whoa.

Steady.

Shh. Shh.

This is just
the damn beginning.

Well now.

Good boy.

We're pushing 'em
too damn hard.

It's hopeless,
God damn it.

I'll let you know when
it's hopeless, Mr. Shattuck.

Until then,
we're moving north,
hard and fast.

Yeah?
How many more die
before that?

I don't know.
Some will.

If you want to quit,
why don't you quit right now?

No sir.

Well done, sir.

Damn it.
This'll cost us a day.

Captain Overton.
Sir.

You'll proceed north
across the river

with the mounted troop.
Yes sir.

And you'll remain here?

No, we'll move
to the northwest.

We'll operate
as a pincer

with the deserters
between us.

You will locate them,
drive them to us

and bring this matter
to a close.

Yes sir.

Hardesty:
Major, offload the horses.

Get these goddamn trucks
turned around.
Sergeant!

Sir!
Break out the mounts!

Yes sir.

Sergeant:
Hold up!

Turn these trucks around.

Come on!
Soldier: Can I get
a mechanic over here?

This goddamn
radiator's shot.

Come on, come on.

Yah!

Let's go, come on.
Giddap.

That's it.

Come on.
Boy, come on.

Go go.

15 miles should take us
just west of Rock Springs.
Jack!

Address the lieutenant,
Sergeant Mulcahey.

Sir, dust, sir.

Libbey:
That's a mounted patrol.

They're at least
30 miles off.

So much for grazing
the green pastures.

Let's get that
herd moving, sergeant.

Moving where, sir?

Up there, Mr. Quinlain.
We go up there.

It's our only choice.

You heard him, boys,
let's go.

The general sends
his apologies,

but his schedule
is full right now.

It can't be that busy.

You tell him
I'll be back, okay?

I don't know--

You tell him
I will be back

tomorrow
and the day after that

and the day after that!

I want a word
with that man.

It's a fascinating story.

Why're you
giving it to me?

Because there isn't
a paper in the country

that's willing to be the first
to criticize MacArthur.

So if I publish photos
and file the story in London--

Jessica:
The press over here
will have to pick it up.

Good boy, Ahab.

Buxton:
Indians!

Shattuck:
How many?

A thousand or so.

Damn it, I knew it.
Where?

Montana.

What are you
talking about, sir?

The horses.

I don't follow your thought
there, lieutenant.

The Sioux reserve
is right here

just below
the Canadian border.

There're about
1,000 or so Indians

on a lot of land.

And they all love horses.

Buxton:
Well, it's good
grazing country too.

Are you suggesting
the cavalry

give its horses
to the Indians?

That is exactly what
I'm suggesting, sergeant.

Well, don't that beat all?

Army'll just go in there
and get 'em back.

No, that's the beauty of it.

By law,
they have to be treated
as a separate nation.

No federal troops are
allowed on the reservation.

It's a fine plan, sir.

Well, it's decided then.

Indians.

Mulcahey:
The Indians riding
cavalry mounts.

My granddaddy'd
never forgive me.

So when you get to hell,

don't tell him.

Beg your pardon, colonel.

These are my men.

You mind
if I take a look?

I could get my ass
handed to me for this.

Libbey:
They're pushing us
straight to Hardesty.

The main unit'll
be ahead.

Right up there
on the ridge.

Soldier:
Red mount ready!

What's that?

It looks like
they got us all sewn up.

There's nothing that's sewn
that can't be un-sewn.

Well, I just don't see
any way around 'em, Top.

Go back to your
cavalry tactics manual.

Genghis Khan knew
a trick or two.

You know what that means?

Yes sir, I do.

Tonight.

Lead with the geldings.

That way they won't nicker.

No mares, no warnings.

Let's get back.

What if they're ready
and waiting?

Yeah, what if they shoot?

I mean, do we shoot back?

They're not the enemy.

Like hell they're not.

Didn't stop them
at Anacostia.

To them,
we're deserters.

They'll be shooting at us.

I'll be shooting back.

We are not shooting back.

Look, all we have to do is
break through and we're gone.

It'll take them time
to regroup and follow.

We're in Montana now.
We have a chance.

Unload your weapon, James.

What is that?
You hear that?!
Everybody up!

It's a stampede!
It's the horses!

Officer #1:
Get up! Get up!
Buxton: Ride forth!

Soldier #1:
Take cover!

Soldier #2:
Get out of there now!

Officer #2:
What's going on there?

Soldier #2:
Get out of the way!

Soldier #1:
Look out, they're coming
through here.

Yeah!

Shattuck:
Get out of here!
Come on, come on!

Buxton: Move move!
Work that mount.

Quinlain:
Come on, yah!

Keep 'em moving!

Quinlain:
Let's go, come on!

Yah!

Officer #2:
Turn 'em round!
Turn 'em round.

Yah!

Soldier #2:
All right, sir.
Buxton: We're leaving.

Get them to Ellsworth!

Whoo! We did it!

See that captain
go down?

Whoo!

It'll take them soldiers
days to regroup.

It got yours up.

Yee-whoo!
Still a mounted patrol
behind us.

Now they know
where we are.

Libbey:
I'd suggest deliberate
and steady going.

Take no chances
and little forage, sir.

All right, Top.

Quinlain:
Christ Almighty.

We're gonna have
to close that wound
or it'll take infection.

God.

You ready, Top?

Yes, God damn it, do it.

The general
will see you now.

It's been two weeks.

I'm getting calls, Owen.

Calls from a newspaper
in London.

Today, I even got an inquiry
from the Washington "Chronicle."

Rumors are rampant.

The President
is asking questions.

I'm to meet
with him next week.

I hold you
and your daughter
responsible.

Well, you always did
blame somebody else

when your plans failed.

I have to battle Congress
and Roosevelt on a daily basis

to keep this army alive.

I understand.

No, you don't.

Hitler is rebuilding
the German army.

Last month, he met
with Mussolini in Venice.

There's talk of a pact.

Come on now,
it's peacetime.

The Japanese are
expanding into China.

War is just
around the corner,
Owen, modern war.

And we're not ready.

Damn it, Owen.
I have nothing against
the horses,

but they've outlived
their time.

But they're soldiers to us.

They go in battle with us.
They get wounded.

Time and time again,
they saved our lives.

They are not worth
what it costs me to feed them.

The Germans
and the Japanese
have tanks.

Good tanks, fine tanks

in great numbers.

We have 12.

12 tanks in the entire
United States Army.

I can't afford a cavalry
we can't use.

What about the men?
They're good men.

They're just trying
to do their duty.

Put yourself in their shoes.

But then...

who would be in mine?

No, Owen.

These soldiers of yours,
these renegades, will be caught.

They'll face
a general court-martial.

They'll be convicted

and they will be
punished appropriately.

The horses will be destroyed
as I have ordered.

This is the time
of a Great Depression.

The people need heroes!

No!

Well, God help you
when the public finds out
about your actions!

They'll devour you!

Even if they could,
they wouldn't.

I'm General
Douglas MacArthur.

The country needs me.

And they know it.

You're dismissed.

General.

I'm not in the army...
anymore.

Hup!

Lieutenant!

Lieutenant!

Mulcahey:
These six are finished.

Ahab's feet are
split clean through, Top.

They're finished.

They'll slow us down.

We can't compromise
the herd.

Form them into a parade.

And do it quick
before the 12th is on us.

Top?

Do not look to Top
for confirmation!

I gave a direct order.

Oh, shit.

It had to come to this,
didn't it?

At least we're not

herding them into pits
and slaughtering them.

Libbey:
Lieutenant.

I'll handle it.

We've got them, sergeant.

Let's go!

I'll see you
in hell, Ahab.

Let's move out.

Colonel!

Sir, they were sighted
northeast of here.

My opinion is they're
attempting to cross

into the Sioux reserve.

Very well.
We'll move to flank them.

Sir.

Move about smartly, corporal.

Good move, Buxton.

Soldier:
As reported, they may
be planning on crossing

into the Sioux reserve
northeast of Colonel Hardesty.

Oh, good move.

Montana.

I'll cable London.

Man:
Uh, usually within
two hours.

Yes, we do handle it.

Come on, come on.

Soldier:
They cut 'em off.

Hup!

Mulcahey, scout the left
and southern flanks.

Hup!

♪ ♪

Whoa!

Get after him! Yah!

No!

Sergeant,
I order you to stop!

Ain't nothing more
that can be done for him now.

He was following an order.

My order.

You gave a soldier
an order.

He obeyed.

There's always a price.

We've got to keep
moving, sir.

We've got the 12th
on our ass

and we're flanked
over there.

You think we can get
past them to the reserve?

No sir.

Well, then it's Canada.

Canada?

Buxton:
We'll have to make
a run for it and...

just pray there's
no one at the border.

Mount up.

What about Mulcahey?

If you want to give him
a funeral, Shattuck,

start digging.

Ready when you are, sir.

♪ ♪

Corporal,
organize a detail.

Prepare Mr. Mulcahey's body
for transportation.

What are you doing,
sergeant?

We have to keep
after those men.

Take charge of it
for proper burial.

Sergeant, this man was
a renegade and a thief.

There's been no court,
no review.

This man was a soldier.

We'll treat him
with dignity, captain.

You'll face charges
for this.

Sir, if you wish to pursue
and single-handedly
capture them,

I'm sure the War Department
will commend you.

But not one
of my men moves

till this soldier
is taken care of.

There's no sign of 'em.

How do you figure that?

Libbey:
It's Mulcahey.

He took care of their horses
better than anyone.

They're paying their respects
and giving us time.

You used a dead man, Jack.

Goddamn right, I did.

And I'd do it again.

That'll be Hardesty
coming to intercept us.

All right, this is us.

This is Milk River
at the Canadian border

and this is Hardesty.

Buxton:
The main body of the 23rd

will probably cut
us off about here.

I'm too goddamn old
for this, Jack.

Quit.

A whole goddamn regiment's
chasing us, Jack.

I don't even know what
we're doing anymore!

You're free
to back out, James.

You too, Sean.

With your permission, sir.

We traveled nearly
2,000 miles together.

If you men want to stop now...

you go right ahead.
You got no blame from me.

Christ on a crutch.

Hell, boys, I--
I've never been a quitter.

And neither is Shattuck.

Are you?

No, I'll stick,
goddamn son of a bitch!

Come on!

Well then, let's go
to Canada.

Come!

Hyah hyah!

Hey hey!

Hey!

♪ ♪

Shattuck: Go!

All right, you men,
this is...

Libbey:
To the right is Milk River

and the Canadian border.

That's the main encampment
over there.

Two miles, I'd say.

They're in
a good position.

They'll move fast
when they spot us.

I suggest we move slow
so we don't raise dust.

We'll rest the remounts
for the final dash.

We might just make it.

Yes sir.

We might.

Good afternoon,
this area's restricted.

We're the press,
corporal.

No, civilians allowed.

This is
Miss Jessica Stuart.

And I'm Evan Buckley,
a photographer

with the "London Tribune."

Please step out
of the car, Miss Stuart.

I'm going to escort
Miss Stuart

to Colonel Hardesty.

We'll have to detain
you here, sir.

Am I under arrest, colonel?

You're way off-limits here,
Miss Stuart.

You will be detained
until this exercise is over.

As for the deserters,

I've been ordered to shoot
to kill if necessary.

That's official
from MacArthur himself.

Not many men get that order.

I have the privilege
of attacking my own men...
again.

Twice in one career.

You could choose
to ignore it.

I won't.

I've been taught
to obey and follow orders.

No, I will not do otherwise,
Miss Stuart.

Being army yourself,
you should understand.

The Chief of Staff is
building a new modern army

out of the ruins
of the old.

This is insanity.

Certainly.

What would you
have me do?

Give them a chance.

File a protest
with MacArthur.

I already have.

Then file another.

I've sent a wire.

Wait for an answer.

I have my answer,
Miss Stuart!

If you think
I won't report this,

then think again.

When you fire
on those men,

I will witness it
and I will not be silent.

Corporal.
Corporal: Sir.

Keep Miss Stuart company.

Officer:
Can't you give me
a hand here?

Soldier:
Yes sir, what do
you need?

Officer:
I got four of these.
You want to spread 'em out?

Soldier:
Right.

Soldier:
Chaps are right here.

Contact headquarters.

Advise them we have
the renegades in sight

and under the gun.

Soldier:
Yeah, right there.

Buxton: Mounties.

Think they're
there to stop us?

No, Sean,
they're waiting
with cookies and milk.

A damned white flag?

Maybe they're surrendering.

♪ ♪

You're outmanned
and outgunned,
lieutenant.

It looks like you've lost
a good number horses.

We can still save
what's left.

You'd risk your life,

your men's lives
on a whim?

They're on the table.

Christ, Jack.

We got four 75mm howitzers
on your flank.

Orders are "Shoot to kill."

Give it up, man.

Stand at court.
At least there's some
honor in that.

We're not surrendering
the horses.

You do whatever
you have to do.

Forrest:
He's young
and he's headstrong.

You and the others are just
plain fools, Sergeant Libbey.

In your eyes,
I suppose so.

♪ ♪

Let's go!

Officer: Forward!

Soldier: Move it out!
Look sharp!

Well, we're pretty
spread out for a dash.

And it's gonna
have to be a dash.

Spread out ain't so bad.

Is it, Mr. Quinlain?

Not a bit.

Looks like I lead...

with your permission, sir.

Take the point, sergeant.

♪ ♪

Take the right flank,
Mr. Shattuck.

♪ ♪

I reckon we can take it
from here, sir.

Meaning what?

Shattuck,
Quinlain and me,

we're kind of like
the buffalo.

We've had our day.

Hell, we're lucky
we lived this long.

But it doesn't have
to end for you here.

You can turn back now,

stand the court.

Hell, even blame it on us.

I'd be honored
to take the blame

for any crime
you committed.

Are you suggesting
I relinquish command

of this detail, sergeant?

No sir.

Good then.

Carry on.

♪ ♪

Come on, Quinlain.

Hello, darling.

Did you miss me?

♪ ♪

Follow them,
follow them, follow them!

Shattuck:
Yah yah!

Ready 5°.

My God.

All right, out of the truck
double time!

Let's go, let's go,
let's go!

Hyah! Giddyap!

Gruber:
Load the breech!

Officer:
Squad, form up!

Soldier #1:
Gun number one ready,
sergeant!

Shattuck:
Giddyap! Now hup hup!

Adjust the gun, sergeant.

♪ ♪

Hup!

Gruber:
Elevation?
40°.

Range finder!
Ready for quarter.
Gruber:
Range!

1,000 yards!

Forrest:
Elevation?
40°.

1,000 yards.

Gruber:
Elevation?
40°!

Let's go, let's go!
Hyah!

Hyah hyah!

Jessica:
Colonel!

Stop!

They've been granted
full pardons.

By whom?
Roosevelt.

Read it--
before it's too late.

It's already too late.

Fire!

Fire!

Fire!

Fire!

Fire!

Libbey:
Yah yah!

Well done, sergeant.

♪ ♪

Whoa. Hup! Ho!

Hyah, giddyap!

They fired
high and wide.

Yeah, it would
appear so.

Forrest never was much
of an artilleryman.

Like hell.

We under arrest, sergeant?

Have you broken
a law in Canada?

Well, we came
over the river uninvited.

That you did,

but I consider it
a minor infraction.

What are your plans
for the horses, lieutenant?

Well, only to keep them alive.

And what about you lads?

Are you gonna make
yourselves useful?

Well, it'd be nice to have
a new bunch of fellas
to tell my lies to.

Well...

I'm glad somebody else
likes horses.

Well, we made it, sir.

2,000 miles.
It was a long story
about a quick decision.

Where are you headed?

I reckon I've spent
enough time in the army.

Thinkin' about the Yukon.

See what that looks like.

Alaska?
Good God.

Well, we've been heading
north for so long,

it's kinda hard
to change direction.

And you?

Well...

you told me once that you hated
what this country was becoming.

Well, I do too.

I want to help change it.

I'm gonna go back
and stand the court.

I hope you kick
their ass, lieutenant.

I do too, Top.

You take care, Jack.

You too, sir.

♪ ♪

Come on now!

Get up! Go home!