All language subtitles for The.Gatling.Gun.1971.1080p.WEBRip.x264.AAC-CHUNGUILA

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- Forward!

- Hyah, hyah!

Giddy up here! Hyah, hyah!

- Fall in to the left!

On me, follow me!

- Talk when the Colonel
asks a question, damn you!

- Where's the gun, Sneed.

- Look, make it easy on yourself, soldier.

You're facing a hanging now for treason.

- For God's sake, why?

I told you I don't know
anything about a gun.

- No sign of the Gatling, sir.

- Detail, rejoin company, ho!

- I forbid you to carry
this any further, sir.

- You forbid?

Lieutenant Malcolm, talk to this man.

- Reverend Harper,

there are a lot of dead
people because of this man.

- Private Sneed cleansed
himself before God and man

when he helped me do away
with that instrument of Hell.

If you must punish
someone, then punish me.

- Reverend, we've all heard you speak

on the Indian reservations.

We know that you're in favor of peace.

We commend you for that.

- Oh, well, now isn't that nice?

- But Two-Knife is a killer
Apache, a white man hater.

- Hasn't he every reason to be?

- Look, we're military men.

We're not interested in the
politics of the situation.

- Two-Knife has every right
to live free on his own land.

- And if he's a good Indian,
no one's gonna bother him.

- You mean a reservation Indian?

- But he's not on the reservation, is he?

He's on the warpath
with almost 100 braves.

- I've lived among the Apache.

I know Two-Knife. I've never been harmed.

Weapons like the Gatling gun

can destroy people, whole nations.

It is evil, and must be done away with.

For what other reason would
he help me destroy the gun?

- Apache gold.

- That isn't
true. Tell him it isn't true.

- What time does a trooper have
to go prospecting, Reverend?

- Those are Trapper's
saddlebags, not mine.

- You be quiet.

We rode through Grand
Forks looking for you.

It's been burned down.
Everybody's been killed.

Those Apaches are looking for that gun.

They know that you have it,
and I wanna know why, how.

- Grand Forks?

- And did you know that this man

was in the guardhouse for murder,

and that the other trooper
shot two of our soldiers

to get him out to help you steal that gun?

- But they helped me destroy the gun.

- Then I have to know
where it is, to make sure,

because if Two-Knife gets his hands on it,

we'll having nothing but Grand
Forks all over the place.

- But why, why did they come to me?

- Two-Knife needed you.

You're the only man that could move freely

through that garrison.

- No, no!

- It doesn't seem to be harmed, sir.

- I didn't expect it to be.

Get someone to make it operable, Malcolm.

- Yes, sir. That'll be your job, Mitchell.

- Yes, sir.

- Apache! Take cover, now!

- Wayne, carry the Gatling
back to the garrison,

along with the prisoners.

Take 10 men. The gun must
be kept safe at all cost.

- Load him in the wagon, Runner.

- I must talk to Two-Knife.

We must stop this
killing. You listen to me.

- Reverend Harper, you get
up on that wagon, and quick.

- You need Runner?

- No, take him, and get
the hell outta here.

- Hold your fire!

The rest of you, follow
me. Call the troops.

- Forward, ho!

- Lay out on the double.

- Whoa, halt.

You know this place?

- Pueblo de los Santos.

It looks deserted.

- Yeah. Well, we'll spend the night here.

Elwood.
- Yes, sir.

- Take a look around.

- Take cover!

- Something's funny here,
Lieutenant. Can't be Apaches.

Some of those shots sound like pistols.

- I'm gonna try. Hold your fire!

Hold your fire inside!

We're US Cavalry, who are you?

- Walk out into the
light so we can see ya.

- Wanna get yourself killed?

With those buckskins on they'll
mistake you for an Apache.

You can see me.

- Come on in.

- Runner.

Benton.

I'm Lieutenant Wayne Malcolm.

This is my scout, Runner.

- Sorry for the reception,
Lieutenant, but,

we can't afford to take any chances.

- You didn't,

and I've got a wounded
man out there to prove it.

- I'm sorry.

Please bring him inside,

and we'll fix a bed for him by the fire.

Lieutenant, this is my family.

My daughter Martha, my boy Jim.

I'm Luke, Luke Boland.

And the man at the back is Tin Pot.

- This is Reverend
Harper and his daughter.

- Miss Harper, Reverend, welcome.

Make yourselves comfortable.

- Now, let's get Elwood.

You gonna make it, soldier?

- Gonna make it all right, sir.

- All right, Benton, you
tie that man to this thing.

Get some men and get the
Gatling gun into the house.

- Yes, sir.

- And Benton, I want a
double guard for the night.

If anything moves, you shoot
it, and that includes him.

- Yes, sir.

- Let's go, soldier.

Runner.

Put him on the bench, Runner.

- Martha, see if you can help him, honey.

- Mr. Boland, who was the marksman?

- My Martha shoots as good
as anyone, Lieutenant.

Sometimes better.

- Thanks a lot, lady.

- Just be thankful for
small favors, blue boy.

- Open the door.

- How you coming
with that thing, Mitchell?

- I can't make it out yet, sir.

- Well, you keep at it.

- Tell me something, Lieutenant.

Why did come this way, through Los Santos?

- Safer, probably shorter. Don't
forget, we're running, too.

- Yankees? That figures.

- Uh, Lieutenant, this thing looks deadly.

- Yeah, Mr. Boland, it is deadly.

You see, the cavalry's spread
kinda thin in this territory,

so the War Department
sent us this Gatling.

We're taking it to the garrison.

- Looks like a 10-barrel coffee grinder.

- Ever see anything new
work right the first time?

- You've got a point there, sonny.

Like them first Winchesters.
Always jamming, they was.

- Lieutenant, who invented this?

- Doctor feller, named
Richard Jordan Gatling.

- Well, you're a bearcat.

100 miles from nowhere, and
he knows all about Gatlings.

- First one come out in 1861.

- Did, huh?

Then how come I never saw one in action?

- Because you was fighting
them hillbilly Yankees.

- They hardly were used in the war.

Tin Pot, did you know that this will fire

about 500 rounds a minute?

- No wonder
Lee gave up so suddenly.

- Yeah, Jefferson Davis
knew what it could do.

- And a doctor invented that, huh?

- Mm-hmm.

- That's ironic.

A healer of human beings

creating a machine of
destruction like this.

- Yeah, but it seemed that his
motive was just the opposite.

He figured if he could invent a weapon

that would make war terrible,

people would stop
fighting with each other.

- I know, but Lieutenant,
that's for dreamers.

Why didn't he study human nature first?

- Hmm.

What's the matter, Mitchell?

- Something's missing here, sir.

- Well don't pound on it.

You're not gonna find
anything by pounding on it.

- Why don't you let Tin Pot fix it?

- Do you think you can fix it?

- Well, not iffen I don't try, I can't.

- All right, give it a try.

- Sonny, why don't you go outside

and play with your toy
pistol till I get through?

- How did you come to find
yourself here, Mr. Boland?

- Apaches on the warpath.

Caught us off guard at the
ranch, coming out your ears.

Burned everything that
they couldn't care away.

Took every head of livestock that I own,

with the exception of those two.

Lucky to get out alive. Smoke, Lieutenant?

- Thanks, I'll take it for later.

- That's why we keep 'em in here.

- Jim thought you might
put this around you.

Oh, he said he wouldn't need it.

- Thanks.

- Here, put this in your innards.

- There. Blow out that lantern.

- Do as he says, quick.

- Look.

- Everybody, get down.

- I'll be right back.

- Cover me, I gotta get Sneed.

Runner, your knife.

- What's the matter, Lieutenant?

Afraid somebody's gonna steal me?

- All right, move.

- Thanks again, Runner.

- Wasn't me, it was her.

- The Apache got in the way.

- Well, tie this one up, Runner.

- Lieutenant, your horses.

- Wagon.

We need that.

Hold your fire.

- Two-Knife, Two-Knife,
Two-Knife, my friend!

Two-Knife.
- You get back inside.

- Stop, Two-Knife!

- Harper, will you listen to me?

- Two-Knife, it's your
friend, Reverend Harper!

- Harper!

- I'm your friend!

- Let's get him inside.

- He's dead.

- The wagon.

- How are we gonna
move the wagon without horses?

- We can use these two here.

- Those are our horses.

- Well, that's fine.

We're not taking 'em,
we're just borrowing 'em.

- The Indians left us
alone here until you came.

- Relax, or you'll boil over, fellow.

We're all in this together.

- Hold it right there.

- I'll appreciate it, son, if
you'll control your temper,

so I could control the back of my hand.

You heard what the man said.
We're all in this together.

They're yours, Lieutenant.

[brooding music]

- Runner, we're gonna be out of all this.

We meet up with the Colonel tomorrow.

- Just don't know.

- Loosen these ropes, will ya?

I can't feel my fingers anymore.

Too bad about Holy Joe.

- Don't call him Holy Joe.

He was good to my mother.

- He was only your stepfather.

- Come on, is this all I get

for sticking my neck out for ya?

- For me?

Well now, I didn't see you hesitate

when I showed you Two-Knife's gold.

- It's been a long time.

- I know.

But this is hardly the time, or the place.

- Then let's get outta here.

- Impossible. There are
guards all over this church.

Besides, I think we oughta
stay with the Gatling

until Two-Knife frees us.

- From the looks of it, Malcolm's
not gonna be taken easy.

It's making me nervous.

- But they're on foot now.
They can be taken easy.

- Not if they get that Gatling to work.

- You know what I don't understand?

Trapper said it worked perfectly.

- It's probably jammed or something.

How much did Two-Knife offer us?

And I never did see that stuff

Trapper had in his saddle bags.

- Five bags like these,
if he gets the Gatling.

Here.

- All right.

Just keep reminding me of this stuff.

'Cause I'm getting awful
tired of being kicked around.

- So am I.

- Ah, ah!

- Say, Lieutenant.

I'm afraid with that gun in
there, and that big load,

those horses are gonna give out.

They're getting tired.

- All right, everybody out.
We all walk from here on.

Take the point.

Move out.

- Thanks, Runner.
- Yes, ma'am.

- Runner, how long have
you known the lieutenant?

- Since before he went to military school.

I worked for his family.

He was a young one then.

I fought in the war
beside his brother in '63.

He's made of fine stuff, ma'am.

- I know they're out there, Lieutenant.

- Yes, sir, that Two-Knife's
out there, all right.

- Then why doesn't he attack?

- Because he doesn't
know what we know, baby,

that the Gatling gun isn't working.

- Ah, ah.

- Hold up!

- Lieutenant.

Lieutenant.
- Huh?

- Let's don't stop here,
unless we're gonna make a camp.

- Well, Mr. Boland,
we're gonna make a camp.

- Where's Mitchell?

- Up high, where he can
keep an eye on everything.

All right, we'll make camp.

- That's the best you've made, Tin Pot.

- Sentry, stage and hold it.

- Lieutenant, help
me! Please, please help me!

- Oh, God, it's Bishop. It's my cousin!

- Hey, come back here, soldier!

- Look, Benton!

Lieutenant, someone, help me! Oh, please!

- Everybody, keep your positions.

- Oh God! Oh, no!

- So, what are we gonna do?
Stand by and watch Bishop burn?

- Just shut up, soldier.
Just stay where you are.

- Please, please!

Oh, oh, please, please!

Whoa!

Oh, please, please, help me!

Oh God!

Oh, oh God, oh!

Lieutenant, Lieutenant! Shoot me!

Don't let me burn, don't let
me burn, don't let me burn!

- Runner.

- Benton.

- What?

- I'm sorry about the kid.

We were friends once.

- Yeah.

- You got a minute to talk?

So, I made a bad move. What the hell?

On the pay we get, gold can
be a hell of a temptation,

especially a lot of it.

Reach in my pocket. Go ahead.

And that's nothing.

What's a corporal's pay? Not very much.

Go on, keep it. I got plenty more.

- Hellfire! Just when I thought I had it.

- What are you hollering about
Tin Pot? What's the matter?

- Oh, the damn thing's simple,
but it's gotta be perfect.

Firing pin's missing.

- That's a firing pin?

- The master firing pin's missing.

Oh, if I had a grind wheel.

You see, this a railroad spike.

Now, if I can get it fine
smooth, it'll work. I'm positive.

Eh, don't worry. I'll get
it, or I'll bust a gizzard.

- You keep it up, Tin Pot,
and thank you for the help.

- Oh, that's all right, Lieutenant.

We're all in this damn thing together.

- Jim.

Where's that firing pin, Sneed?

- I don't know what you're talking about.

- The firing pin for the
Gatling gun, where is it?

Search him, Jim.

- Hey, that gold's from
the White Mountains.

That's Two-Knife country.

- Hold it, Indian, right where you are!

Lieutenant!

- Does anyone here understand Spanish?

- Sure we got-
- Yeah, I know. Tin Pot.

- Um, he says he's got a message for you.

- Uh, he says, they want the king gun.

That's what they call the Gatling.

Otherwise we all die.

And maybe like Mitchell.

Oh, and he says you can
answer him in English.

He understands.

- Why doesn't he talk English?

- Some of 'em hate us so much
they won't speak our language.

But you gotta be strong
with him, Lieutenant,

unless you wanna give him the gun.

- You come here under a flag of truce,

without even asking me if I'll accept it.

Under my rules, I could kill you.

You dishonored yourselves
by burning my scout.

That was the act of a squaw.

It didn't scare us.

I don't wanna kill anymore of your people,

but many more braves will die

if you make me use that Gatling gun.

You tell that to your leader.

- Do not speak of soldiers with honor.

That is white eyes' honor.

Gold, and I give you gold, even more.

Give us the gun, then go.

- All men are human, even soldiers.

But there are many who
will not sell their honor.

Sometimes it's easier to die.

- You die, white eyes.

They die.

- Chief Two-Knife.

I could kill you right now.

And maybe, or maybe not, it
would solve all of our problems.

I don't have anything to risk.

What do you have to say?

- Uh, he wants to know how
you know he's Two-Knife.

- It is said there's is only
one Mimbreno Apache Chief

who speaks fluent Spanish
and understandable English.

Two-Knife can go. I give him his life.

- I give you your life.

Except for that one.

He will die, no matter.

He has failed me.

Your time is short.

- It fits, all right, Lieutenant,

but I got a feeling it
just ain't smooth enough.

- Then we'll just have to try it, Tin Pot.

Worse we can do is let Two-Knife
know he's in for trouble.

- We'll try it.

Nah.

Just ain't right, like everything else.

- All right, now gimme that pin.

- What?

- Don't give me that. I want
the pin to the Gatling gun.

- What are you talking about?

How do I know about such things?

- You're just as thick with
Trapper as you were with me,

and you knew that pin better than any.

Yeah, don't.

The lieutenant there's a
try-all. Anything can happen.

- All I want is the gold, and you.

- To hell with the gold! I want that pin.

- I don't have the pin.

- The Apache means to
kill me, no matter what.

It's no good if you can't spend it, lover.

- Please.

You've got to believe me.

I told you the truth.

- Who is it?
- Martha!

- Miss Boland, you shouldn't
be walking around in dark.

- I couldn't sleep.

- You certainly look like a girl.

- I may never have a chance
to wear a dress again.

- Ah, the Colonel's out there somewhere.

He'll find us soon.

- Anyway, it's too warm to wear trousers.

- Uh...

How's Leona?

- Same. She's over there
talking with Sneed.

Damn it.

- Something wrong?

- Yes, you.

I don't know how you
Yankees ever won the war.

Jim, no!

- Lieutenant, over here!

Sneed's escaped.

I found her like this.
Only, she was unconscious.

This here was lying beside her.

- He got loose.

He tried to get me to go with him.

I refused till he hit me.

- Martha, you bring her. You come with me.

Runner!

- Lieutenant, what's going on out there?

- Mr. Boland, if Two-Knife finds out

that our Gatling doesn't
work, we're through.

Sneed just escaped.

I'm sure he's gonna tell him.

Come on.

- One of our sentries has been knifed.

- Take cover!

Hold your fire!

Hell, I think they're gone, for now.

All right, hold up!

Runner, you drive.

Benton!
- Yo.

- Get the women up in there.

- I hear ya.

- Right, tie up.
You men take a wheel.

- Yes, sir.

- Get over there!

Get!

Hyah, hyah!

Get up!

Hyah! Get up there!

Get up there!

- How long you figure he's
been with us, Lieutenant?

- Three, maybe four hours.

- He's been dogging us like a buzzard.

- Waiting for us to keel over.

And he ain't got long to wait.

- Let's move out.

- Are you all right?

- I wish we could stop
and rest for a while.

- He's crazy, pushing us like this.

What are you trying to do, Wayne, kill us?

The women can't take
this pace. We gotta stop.

- I know that, but look up there.

- But they can't walk. They
haven't eaten anything.

They don't have the strength to go on.

- Jim, if we stop now,

all those women have
got to look forward to

is rape and murder.

We've gotta find someplace
we can get our backs

against the wall, defend ourselves.

All right, we'll stop for five minutes.

Hold up!

Runner, come on with me.

- Lieutenant, there.

- Hyah, come on! Hey!

- There's plenty of protection here.

- I like it, Lieutenant.

I think you picked the right spot.

You get a good view from
almost everywhere up here.

- Yeah. There's a little
rock spring back there.

Only the men go for water.

Jim, you and Runner go
first. Fill up the canteens.

- I tried. We tried to
bring you the Gatling.

They were onto us. We didn't know.

- You have failed.

My warriors have died
because you have failed.

And we still don't have king gun.

- But I came looking for you to tell you-

- No!

- Now we will see if your spirit

will live as long as your body.

Or will you scream cries of a coward

until my warriors kill you?

- No, Two-Knife! I've
got something tell you.

Something important. That's why I'm here.

- What do you say?

- First, you've gotta
promise you'll let me go.

Maybe give me some of the gold.

It's a way to capture
Malcolm and the Gatling.

I swear, it's true.

- True? What do you say that's true?

- To save my life.

Leona told me you're a man of your word.

You give me your word, I can go free,

and I'll tell you to get the Gatling.

Easy, very easy.

- The truth?

- The Gatling doesn't work.
There's something wrong with it.

That's why it was never used against ya.

All you needed was an all-out attack.

- For Wayne.
- Oh, sure.

Plenty of 'em.

- Thanks.

Hungry?

- Oh, what is that?

- What else?

- I'll try to concentrate
on something else.

What are you gonna do when
we get back to Deadwood?

- Buy some more cows.
Start all over, I guess.

- I thought your pop was wiped out.

- He still has little
bit of money in the bank.

Will you be stationed at the garrison?

- I never know.

Our troops have been moved around

a lot the last couple of years.

But I've got a furlough coming.

I think I'll take it if,

when we get out of here.

- Lieutenant.

- Poppa, what is it?

- Lieutenant, follow me.

And you stay right where you are.

[ominous music]

Get it outta your system, son.

- What the hell are you
talking about, Boland?

How do you get a massacre
like that out of your system?

- Massacre?

Maybe you're right.

But why do they call it a victory

when we kill the Indians in a massacre?

When something like this happens?

Your dead either way, Lieutenant.

- Boland, I'm just trying to do

what every man has ever done, survive.

- There's a lotta ways to die.

Just don't let hate eat you up.

- That Indian is a murderer.

- Who made him a murderer?

- Lieutenant! Lieutenant!

Out there.

[suspenseful music]

- And they're sooner than I expected.

- Can't count but 10.

They must've missed Sneed.

- Yeah, but don't bet on it.

Two-Knife, he's part fox, part wolf.

Not about to trust anyone.

That's just a feeler bunch.

You all keep your eyes on 'em, though.

- Lieutenant, come here. I
wanna show you something.

- Everybody take positions.

- It works, Lieutenant.
I've got it, I've got it.

You see, the pin fits.

Gatling gun ready for firing, sir.

- I hope you're right, Tin Pot.

- Aren't you gonna gimme a gun to help?

- Help who?

Everybody, hold your fire.

It's all yours, Tin Pot.

What's the matter?

- Aw, the pin's broke, dammit.

The heat done it. I got
nothing to temper it with.

- That gun's useless?

Well, they don't know it.

- All right, Lieutenant, out with it.

You've got something on your mind,

and it isn't poking that fire.

- Von Clausewitz' theory of war.

- Clotswits?

Sounds like one of them
new patent medicine syrups.

- What's the first and the only thing

those Apaches expect us to do?

- I'd say they'd want
us to stay right here

until they figured out
some way to get at us.

- Mm-hmm.

- But what are you getting at?

- Attack.

- Attack?

With seven men, Lieutenant?

- Well, if we got lucky,

might be able to scatter their horses,

probably even get a couple of 'em.

- Well, that could make sense,

because then they would
have to fight us on foot.

- Right.

- Yeah, we could pick
'em off with our rifles.

It's worth a try, Lieutenant.
We'd be in a better position.

- Anything is better than
to wait here till the end.

- You have any more of those cigars?

- The way it looks now, Lieutenant,

more than I'll ever be able to smoke.

Have one.

- Runner, how's our ammunition?

- More than we'll ever use.

- We'll take the lead
out of the cartridges,

pour the powder into something.

You have any cans, bottles?

- If I got beans, I got cans,
and I got nothing but beans.

- This oughta singe their
feathers, Lieutenant.

- Yeah.

You tell Jim he's to stay here in the camp

and guard the women?

- Right, sir.

- There, Lieutenant.

- Sneed.

- He musta told 'em gun didn't work.

- Well, let's light those cigars.

Light up.

Get ready.
- Okay.

- Now.

- Let's get outta here.

Tin Pot's been hit!

- You all right?
- Yes I'm moving, ain't I?

- All right,
let's get to the horses.

- Jim, I'm leaving. Will you come with me?

- No, you're not going anywhere.

- Come with me. Look, you'll die here.

It's only matter of
time, and I can save us.

Look, I know Two-Knife. Come with me.

- Leona, I can't let you
go. Don't you understand?

- I'm going, Jim.

- Come back here.

- Would you shoot me?

- Oh, just-
- Would you shoot me?

- No!

Leona!

- Jim!

- Boland, get the horses behind the rocks.

Let's get up to the high ground.

Everybody, take cover.

Two-Knife's gotta be right on our heels.

- Hold it. What happened?

- Get him outta here.

- I'm all right. It's just a scratch.

Here they come, here!

- Boy.

- Hold your fire.

- Hey, Jim, Jim.

You're gonna be all right.

They can't, they can't
kill a Boland, can they?

Jim.

Son.

No, no.

Oh.

This is my only boy.

Jim.

- Fire.

- Runner, keep firing.

- Come on!

- Wait, the pin!

- Come on, let's get up there.

- Keep on the alert.

We'll really turn 'em
back on the next charge.

Tin, my boy, I've got that pin. How long?

- Just give me a minute, Lieutenant,

and then we'll have a
real surprise for 'em.

- Come on, come on!

- Who's waiting on who?

It's all yours, Lieutenant.

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- What do you think, Lieutenant?

- I don't know.

They didn't have a
chance against this gun.

- Runner, what's Wayne
doing out there alone?

- You ever seen a cavalry officer

who wasn't a professional
volunteer, Mr. Boland?

They all think they're Custer.