Original subtitles

"Some say that His name can still be heard when the wind blows."

"That his name .. will never die."

Geronimo!

Geronimo!

Geronimo!

Geronimo!

Not long to Washington now, Geronimo.

I'll be right back.

Mister Geronimo. How long will you stay, sir?

Now, Mister Geronimo. If you could just ..

Where is your costume? ─ We have the ceremonials right here.

Oh, thank God. Well, he can change in the hotel.

Here are some of the Indians who are cadets. They represent civilized Indians.

You'll be marching up ahead with the wild Indians. Sir.

[ Indian language ]

Oh, you two know each other? Isn't that nice. Shall we hurry along now?

We have a lovely hotel room for you, Mr Geronimo.

Step right this way.

Wait here, sir.

Sir, may I have your autograph please?

[ Indian language ]

Excuse me. I didn't understand. ─ Five bucks.

I beg your pardon? ─ He gets five dollars for his autograph.

Excuse me. He has to get ready for the parade now.

Murderer! You killed my mother. You murdered her!

Come on, let's get out of here.

Don't you know you can't kill the old man with bullets?

Alan. St Louis Post/Dispatch. You've been with Geronimo for some time now.

I read somewhere that it took five thousand men to catch him.

Yeah, we had five thousand alright.

One quarter of this country's Army all after twenty-two warriors.

Well even then, they never captured him.

I was there.

He came in on his own, because his men were homesick for their families.

The crowd seems to prefer Mr Geronimo.

Of course they do, darling. They always prefer a good villain.

You all ready for tomorrow?

Now don't stay up all night talking. We want you fresh and awake.

You have grown up fine.

It is good to see you again, Daklugie ─ And to see you, my uncle.

You march like a good Blue-Coat soldier.

It must be good, this military school they send you to.

Do you learn the white man's writing and reading at this school?

Good.

That is good.

They must think much of you. To have you march in the ceremony.

They said it would be a great honor.

When they asked if I would come, I said ..

Only if I could have a council with this new Great Father.

Tomorrow I see him.

What should I say?

What would you say?

It is not me he wants to hear.

Those don't sound like the words your father would speak.

Would you hide a knife in your coat and kill the White Father in his chest?

You had how many years .. ten?

Before you realized people could die in their sleep.

You thought all people died in war.

Because everyone you knew died in this way.

I remember a warrior .. the one we called "Speak Swiftly".

Who came to see the great White Father in the old days.

No-one believed what he said about this place.

Apaches never lie.

So we thought he had been false.

The world was different then.

The white men were distant and strange.

Our valley still ran with elk and antelope.

And our forests still ran with deer.

"In the summers, we hunted in the cool shelter of our northern mountains."

"I was young then."

"Known to all .. as Goyahkla."

Goyahkla.

When did you get here? ─ Just this morning.

A fine pair. They could be .. ─ Sisters.

I think they are.

We're fine for now.

Yeah .. but people. They come from all over for the ceremony and dance.

Are you going to dance with that .. twig, Alopé?

Well brother. You are back.

Is this Juh?

The boy who steals my acorns and throws pebbles at me while I'm not looking.

That was long ago, darling.

So whose acorns do you steal now?

Ketzu .. go inside.

I'll be hunting her dinner for the rest of my life.

Goyahkla. Why don't you take one of these over to Alopé's parents?

I'll bet they could use it for the feast.

"Because young men are not allowed to be alone with young women."

"Whoever thought of anything else?"

"Alopé, where are your parents?"

"I'll come back later."

"What? This? Just a deer I brought for you."

"Special? Well, I was singing a deer-hunting song last night."

"And this deer came into our camp and said .. I'm not joking."

"Said that if she, this deer, could be a skin that Alopé made .."

Ah!

Goyahkla.

This is Cochise. Leader of the Chokonen.

She must be pretty.

She is.

Then, don't keep her waiting.

Alopé, where is your sister's ceremonial dress?

I have it, mother.

Oh .. we're ready, then.

Now you listen closely to everything the necklaces said.

Now this is very serious. No wiggling, no laughing.

And no making faces.

You want something?

This is not very good manners. Coming to speak for yourself.

The one who was my father has been gone from us many years.

What about your uncle, Nané? ─ My uncle is a good man.

But I have provided for my mother and sister since I was much younger.

I feel I'm old enough to know my heart is stalwart.

Your heart may not always fill my daughter's stomach.

I'm a better hunter than any man.

Apache men move in with their wife's family.

You will become my son. Could you provide for a mother and sister?

Will you bring them with you?

Your daughter will live with us.

We're all of the same band. We'll camp side by side.

I promise never to take her far from you. I promise.

Your family is poor. You have no horses. Only a half-dead mule.

You have no standing in the tribe.

There is nothing I would not do for your daughter. You must believe me.

Eight horses. That is what you must do.

Bring me eight horses and I will know you are serious.

Is that all you want?

I can't believe you would give her away so cheaply.

Make it twelve then. ─ Make it sixteen.

One for each of her years.

Idiot! You idiot.

Sixteen horses? I spoke with her cousin this morning.

She says she's been crying non-stop.

She tried to cut her hair off and her mother had to hold her down.

Are you listening?

She says she hates you now. She says you threw her away.

You just threw her away with your stinking pride .. and she's right.

I am going to get .. the horses.

Brother, you are hurting me.

I didn't throw her away.

Nosopo thought eight horses was a high price .. and it is.

But there are few that can raise that many.

None can raise sixteen.

And he can't take less for her now. She won't stand for it.

So you see, I have her.

Except for sixteen horses.

I'll get them. ─ How?

You have no rank among the warriors.

If you go with the party, you'll be last man, and get one horse at a time.

If you're lucky. ─ I'll get them.

My only worry is providing for you and mother when I'm gone.

Juh won't let us starve.

Juh is a good man.

But I could be gone a long time.

It's not that unusual for a husband to provide for his wife and her mother.

Well, don't look so surprised.

His father is coming to speak with you tonight.

You are the one he speaks to, after all.

He may be worth a few horses .. maybe not sixteen.

Oh .. sixteen horses!

You'll still have to go out with every raiding party that leaves camp.

I won't go out with raiding parties.

I'll go alone.

Alopé!

Alopé!

Come on!

Where is your father?

In our camp. Why?

I have business with him.

There is only twelve.

You are four short.

I'm sorry.

There is not sixteen horses. ─ I promised sixteen.

I will deliver sixteen.

Juh! Niache!

Here .. are your four horses.

My gift to you for the hand of your sister.

That makes sixteen.

"And so we left. Moving south to Mexico in the winters."

"Alopé game me a child for my twenty-second year."

Juh .. Juh!

Juh, what are you doing?

Men are leaving. Is your husband coming?

Goyahkla .. wake up .. Goyahkla.

Goyahkla.

Are you going into town to trade or not?

Into town.

Shush .. you'll wake the baby.

I must get ready.

If you see an iron cooking pot, a big one. Not too much ..

And cloth.

So I can make new shirts.

I'll be careful.

I don't like these Mexican towns. I just want to go back into our mountains.

They are leaving without us.

Come on! We may never catch them.

Race you though!

[ Spanish language ]

Cigars .. to bring you good health.

A beaded bag .. made by my wife's hand.

Let it represent the trust between us.

I must tell you, my friend.

We are uneasy here.

A rancher lost ten cattle last week.

I won't say that my men have never captured a horse, or a cow.

But they haven't taken any from here since we made peace.

Probably .. bandits from the hills.

If I see the men who did this.

Apache .. or Mexican.

I will bring them to you.

As mayor of the city of Janos.

I hereby declare the market .. open!

Governmento .. hombres.

What is your aborigine scout so excited about, Captain?

He's found an Apache camp, sir. Two miles from here.

Five miles from Janos. Most of the males are gone.

Probably in town, trading.

Excellent .. form up the troops.

Sir, respectfully. We're in the state of Chihuahua.

Our mandate it to attack hostiles within Sonora.

We are at least to find out where these Indians are from.

Where they are from?

They are from hell, Captain!

And my mandate is to send them back there.

So they won't set foot in Sonora .. ever!

Now .. form up the men.

Si Señor.

Men of Sonora, you have been called upon.

You are the Holy instruments of Our Lord.

Flinch not from your duty.

Put away your fear .. your pity.

Think only of extermination.

For it is God's will .. that this vermin.

Be erased from the earth.

I need not remind you.

That you will be paid one hundred pesos.

For the scalp of each Apache man.

And fifty pesos .. for that of each woman .. or child.

Viva! Viva!

[ Spanish language ]

What happened? ─ They attacked the camp.

Who attacked? ─ Mexican soldiers.

Shut up!

How many were killed?

I don't know. It happened so fast, I couldn't see.

How many men were there?

I don't know. People were falling everywhere.

We should kill everyone in that town!

Yes .. yes!

The townspeople didn't attack our camp. The Mayor is too smart for that.

Split up now. Scatter!

We'll meet at the Cochise's place by the river. The survivors know to go there.

Those who escaped will need us. Those who did not, we cannot help.

[ Indian language ]

I forbid anyone to go back. Soldiers may be waiting.

Hear me Goyahkla.

I need every warrior, here.

You .. see now.

We .. must go.

Why? Why did they cut off the hair?

So they can trade it.

For the yellow metal.

"We marched north."

"Leaving the dead where they lay."

"I followed behind the others."

"Not knowing what I would do."

"Not caring whether I lived or died."

What do you want?

What do you want?

I cannot .. I cannot do it.

Okay.

I will do it. I will do it.

My enemies.

My enemies.

I will go!

I will go!

Yes .. yes .. yes!

This hat was picked up near our camp. After the attack.

We found that the soldiers who wear it come from a place called Arizpe.

In Sonora.

Some of you know this town.

It will not be easy to go against it.

We must ask the Chokonen to join us in this fight.

One of Cochise's daughters was killed by these Mexicans.

I know he will help us.

But remember.

Each of his men can choose to take part or not.

We need a spokesman to convince all of them.

All of us have lost in this.

But none of us.

As much as Goyahkla.

He will speak best.

But he sits behind many in our council.

No man here can match the stature of Cochise.

It is good to let our suffering speak for us.

Goyahkla.

Okay .. I will speak.

Woman.

Where is Cochise?

Why do you want to go there?

If it concerns you, then I would be coming to see you.

If it concerns Cochise, then you will be coming to see me.

I'm his niece.

I know you.

You are from Mangas's people.

You are here to take our husbands off to war.

Brothers.

I am a man of little standing.

I will not waste your time.

You have heard what the Mexicans have done.

Without cause.

They have killed .. my wife.

My mother .. my child.

Without cause!

They have killed .. your cousins.

Your sisters.

Without cause!

They have murdered them, and taken their hair.

Without cause.

They have butchered them.

Without cause!

But they forget.

They forget that they are human, like us.

They forget, that what they have done to us .. we can do to them.

They forget.

Well, I won't let them forget!

I won't let them!

I'm going there.

I'm going to their town.

To their homes.

And I will need you there!

Wait .. wait!

Don't speak yet.

You see, I have no-one.

If I die.

No-one will mourn me.

But you?

You must remember.

Because what happens to you.

Cannot be undone.

Will you go with me?

Will you go with me?

He spoke well to my men, this young one.

You were wise to send him.

We will see how wise.

You know I went to the mountains.

I stayed long.

I didn't care whether I lived or died.

I did not care.

But then a voice spoke.

He called my name four times.

A spirit?

He said that no gun could kill me.

He said that he would take the bullets from the Mexican guns.

He said that he would guide me in battle.

A spirit always wants something in return.

Revenge is close now.

This is the only thing I live for.

Sir, they've ambushed the Scouts and cut off the south road.

I've never seen them massed like this before.

I wonder how they got this far south without someone reporting them.

They're begging us to come out.

Obviously Captain .. obviously!

Why are they ringing these damned bells?

It is the feast day of Saint Geronimo, sir.

Guide us by your Holy Light.

Protect us Saint Geronimo. And all the Saints.

Guide us by your Holy Light.

[ Indian language ]

[ Indian language ]

There are many great warriors here, Goyahkla.

But we know your heart.

So we ask you to take the war seal.

And lead us in this battle.

Tell us .. how do we face our enemies?

Nané .. Chihuahua ..

Go with your men along the river. One left, one right.

Hide.

Juh and I, will go forward.

Draw them to Mangas and Cochise in the center.

As the smoke from their guns blinds them.

Caught in their horns.

We'll have them all.

Hey!

Hey .. hey!

Hey!

Hey!

Sergeant .. kill that idiot.

Si, General.

Present arms!

Ho!

Go!

Go!

Saint Geronimo!

Geronimo!

Geronimo!

Geronimo!

Geronimo!

Geronimo!

Kill them .. kill them!

There is none left to kill.

Ahhh .. Geronimo!!

Geronimo!

Geronimo!

Geronimo.

"After the battle I was known to all as Geronimo."

"It was a long time before we were bothered by the Mexicans again."

"For the Chiricahua people, hard worries would appear."

"We went on with our lives. Hunting. Raising our children."

"A man began to think of finding a wife."

"For if one is to live, one must do so with the living."

The one who was her husband was killed at Kas-Ki-Yeh.

And the one who was her father is gone from us now, too.

Are you lost?

I wanted to speak to your uncle.

You were sitting beside him all evening.

Before I did I wanted ..

Me and you.

I'm too old to live with my uncle Nané.

And you ..

The one who was your husband.

And my wife .. my child.

We both have this loss.

It makes me think that we could live together.

Understand each other.

We may never be as happy.

I have a daughter.

I'll speak with your uncle.

The white-eyes.

They are searching for yellow metal.

Don't they know they're hurting Earth-Mother? She'll be angry at them.

The white-eyes go crazy for the yellow metal.

It makes them do ugly things.

And how many were there? ─ I saw three of them.

But they are all over. To the north, to the east.

They have built a town near the Pinos Altos.

Did they make trouble? ─ I didn't see any.

How could they? They're too busy digging in the womb of Earth.

Someday, She will open up and swallow every one of them.

I pray She does it soon. Before they kill off all the game.

Do they trouble Cochise in the West?

He's mainly in agreement with the white-skin Agent Stack. Same as you.

He lets them pass through. And they do.

In big lines of wagons.

They don't stay.

If they did .. he'd kill them.

You think?

Cochise knows the danger of making powerful enemies.

I see the wisdom in not fighting them.

Of choosing the moment when we do.

But I think we are foolish to pretend that they are not our enemies.

But why must they be our enemies?

Because some of the white-skins have killed Apaches for their scalps.

Which they sell to the Mexicans.

You know that!

I promised Agent Stack I'd talk to him if his people came here and made trouble.

I believe he wants to avoid war.

I will go to their town and speak with him.

[ Indian language ]

Sam. ─ Damn it! What?

An Indian just rode in. Asks to see Agent Stack.

What's he want? An advance on his handout?

You want me to go ask him? ─ You're a horse's ass, Peabody.

We'll give him a little taste of this. See how he likes it.

Hey!

Hey!

Hey!

Look at them. Let's kill them all.

Enough!

Let them leave.

That's all we want.

"We defeated them. And for a time, our land was ours again."

"But in the West, Cochise was betrayed by a white soldier."

"Who said he wanted to talk."

"But they killed his brothers anyway."

"By hanging them from a tree like drying deer hide."

"These white men had many terrible ways to kill."

"We had only begun to learn that."

Better go tell Mangas.

A Pueblo trader told me the Whites are fighting a war among themselves.

The Blues in the North are fighting the Grays in the South.

Good.

Let them.

This trader said they fought a battle in which ..

More died in one day than all the people in our tribe.

Maybe they'll kill each other off.

The next day they killed as many, or more.

But still they fight.

Don't believe this Pueblo.

No uncle .. I've heard this too.

But it doesn't matter.

Even if they send all their soldiers, we must fight them.

And if more come the next day, we must fight them again.

You speak like a young warrior who has no family.

Like a fool .. who needs to impress others.

I think only of my family.

Only of my people.

And so do I.

And so I will go to the Blue-Coat Chief .. and I will speak with him.

"With chagrin, I report that though we fought skirmishes with the savages .."

"Our main goal of expelling the Confederates .."

"Was achieved by General Campbell before our arrival."

Sir .. there is an Indian come here to see you. The Chief, I'd say.

Really?

They finally got sensible.

Now!

No sign of him?

Fire!

Run into the brush!

She's dead .. but your son is alive.

Take him .. save him!

No ..

Alopé .. Alopé!

She is dead, don't you see! Come with me, we must run away!

Nané .. Nané.

Let me have the child, Goyahkla.

My niece?

They are all the same.

The diggers, the Blue-Coats, all of them.

If we are to live, all must die.

Their women .. their children .. all!

The baby I carried was you.

We fought the Whites for ten years.

And for ten years, not one came through Cochise's mountains.

But in that time.

All the other Apache tribes were defeated.

Until only the Chiricahuas remained.

"And so Cochise decided to talk."

"But this time, he did not ride into the white man's camp."

"They rode into his."

How long can they talk? They've been at it all day.

So, what has Cochise given away?

I heard the white-mountain people were happy on the Reservation.

White-mountain people are stupid.

They raise their own cattle, and grow corn like the Navajos.

I'll die before I go to that place.

Is he coming to talk to us?

My father would like to speak to you.

As you know, it is customary for a father, when his daughter dies ..

To bind her husband to the family.

By replacing one daughter with another.

And this girl.

This sister to the one who was your wife.

Is as a daughter to me.

I am old .. I will die soon.

An old man tries to imagine his family sheltered ..

Fed .. and cared for.

How does your niece feel about this?

She holds you in high regard.

I am honored.

But it is not ponies you want for a bride-price.

I have spoken with Nané, Chihuahua and the others.

I have decided to make a treaty to accept a Reservation.

No-one will move with you there. ─ No-one needs to. We stay here.

We give up none of our lands, and the white-eyes stay off.

You trust this one-arm?

They have lost many, too.

They live with the same fear we do.

That gives them something to gain.

The young men will want to keep fighting.

So you.

With your power and wisdom in war.

Must support this peace.

Ponies would be easier to deliver.

Geronimo.

Half our people have been killed in these ten years.

If war continues, we will disappear altogether.

I will not live to see this .. but you may.

Will you keep this peace?

I will be the best husband .. I can.

To Nandilé.

And to your peace.

"As long as Cochise lived, so did his peace."

"But then .."

"Because some fool named Custer led 250 of his men .."

"To their death in the North, they took away our land."

"We didn't know the Indians who killed this Custer."

"But that didn't matter."

"They moved us to St Carlos anyway."

"And used our White-Mountain cousins as their soldiers, to make us go there."

"I needn't tell you that they stole our food."

"That they leased parts of our Reservation to ranchers."

"They made us farm land the white farmers knew was useless, except for grazing."

"Yet they wouldn't allow us to own cattle."

"They sat by as we died of smallpox and malaria."

You should see my garden. It is the best on the Reservation.

Even the Agent says so.

If it was that good, we wouldn't have to stand in line.

Bring us something from your garden. I'd like that.

Hey boy .. pick up that ball.

Don't touch it!

Make them come.

Hey boy .. get us the ball!

Pick up the ball, boy!

Bring the ball back here.

Hey, Geronimo.

You should see what your pals in Tucson wrote about you this time.

"Demon Apache on rampage."

"Marshall Cook of Redington, Arizona reports .."

"Four white men brutally murdered by Geronimo and his bloodthirsty savages."

How can they say these things when he is right here?

Maybe he flies?

Some here say they're going to hang you, Geronimo.

Hey .. Geronimo .. fly for us!

What kind of bird are you?

Your garden is good.

I want .. to talk.

When you touch the ball .. it has power.

Everything does.

Their games have power.

Same as ours.

You touch them .. they touch back.

They take away.

First .. they take the land.

Then they take your people, one at a time.

Then .. your food.

Your music.

Your dances.

And then, even your words.

And your thoughts.

So what?

Daklugie.

What do you do now? ─ I can't sleep.

Get back inside.

Where did you get these?

Did you take them from the Scouts?

Daklugie, where did you get these bullets?

I don't want them to hang you. I don't want them to take you away.

Why won't you let me in?

Why? You wanted to stay out and drink with those coyotes again. So, stay out!

Open the door!

I have a rock in here. I'll break your head with it. Go away!

I'll break your head with my bare hands.

You hear me? I'll burn you out of here.

Go away or I'll report you.

Report me?

Go ahead.

Get the soldiers .. have them come arrest me.

See if you can.

Leave him alone! Come inside. ─ No.

He's going to report me. Report me.

I won't let you burn my aunt alive. ─ Alive?

What makes you think she's alive?

She's dead .. we're all dead.

The Apaches are dead!

Husband, don't be foolish. Come inside.

No.

This thing is going to report me. I have to find out what it is.

It's not a woman, I don't think.

But it can't be a man, either. And never can be.

Because, if it can't leave the Reservation.

If it can't go to war.

If it can't learn the ways of a warrior.

The ways of an Apache. Then how can it be anything?

Come inside .. idiot!

Get away from here. Go!

That's far enough. ─ Shoot.

I'm not joking, uncle. ─ Don't joke. Just shoot.

And when you've emptied your gun, I'll break your head with it.

Because bullets can't hurt me.

Not your bullets, not anyone's bullets.

Shoot!

You are not an Apache. You're nothing .. you're dead!

Dead!

Right .. I'm nothing .. nothing.

He took a knife.

Put it in his heart.

You promised my father you would keep the peace.

There is no life on this Reservation.

This isn't what he wanted.

For the old, the sick.

Those who can come, will.

Those who can't will stay. Until a better time.

And if no better time comes?

If we are in the mountains of Mexico, even a few of us.

Then there is hope, for all those here.

But if we are here, there is no hope.

For any of us!

Uncle, let me come with you.

Uncle, let me come.

You stay here.

You take care of your sisters.

Grow strong .. they won't hang me.

I'll see you again, Daklugie.

"And so we fought."

Eight more years.

Finally, we came in.

They took us to the East.

But they never defeated us.

I only wish I had been old enough to fight.

To die like my father.

Fighting for his people.

The fighting is over. But the struggle is not.

And for this, you must learn about the whites.

I fought with your father and I know your work is harder than his.

Because it is easier to die in a world you understand ..

Than to live on in one that makes no sense.

But you must live on.

The Apache people must live on.

Gentlemen .. Mr Geronimo .. of Oklahoma.

Mr President. Geronimo says he's very happy to meet you, but ..

Yes, what is it? ─ Well, sir.

He says that he ain't from Oklahoma.

That he's from the mountains of Arizona.

And he is just a prisoner-of-war.

In Oklahoma.

I thank you for honoring us yesterday at the parade.

You are a great part of the history and fabric of this nation.

I ask only that you think of me, as I was in former days.

I lived in the home of my people.

They trusted me.

It was right that I should give them my strength and wisdom.

And when soldiers of the White Father drove me and my people from our homes.

We killed all that we could.

We starved, but we killed. And I was punished for it.

And all my people were punished with me.

When we came in.

The treaty I made said we would be held in the East for two years.

We have been prisoners now for nineteen years.

The place we are kept makes us die. Our children die.

And my hands are tied, as with rope.

I ask you to cut the rope.

To judge whether my people have been rightly treated.

To ask yourself, if you would not have done the same as I.

The Apaches will fight no more. But they will never surrender.

And they always .. will be.

The irony is, I would have done exactly the same as he.

"Some say .. that His name .. can be heard when the wind blows."

"That His name .. will never die."

T-G