All language subtitles for Montana Trap(1976)

(subdued music)

- [Narrator] Go West was thecry and westward they went.

Settlers from the East andimmigrants from the Old World

fighting their way across that wild,

forbidding country through therough and dangerous Rockies

in search of that undiscovered land

where gold and silver grew on trees.

That magic land just beyond the mountains.

(sweeping orchestral music)

- Forward ho!

- [Soldier] Move out!

- Well, we almost made it, men.

That's Fort Lane down there.

Whoa, whoa.

- [Man] Fritz, you go on ahead.

I'll stay behind.

- [Soldier] Let's get it going.

The pass is clear.

(guns firing)

- [Soldier] Take cover, take cover!

(men shouting)

- [Man] We've been trapped!

- [Soldier] Hey, they ain't no Injuns.

(tense music)

Goddamn, there's outlaws there!

Get out of here!

- [Man] Get them trunks out.

- [Robber] Son of a bitch.

Potatoes.

- Okay, slit this one open, Madsen.

(tense music)

(grunts)

- [Narrator] Thus far,every settler who has

tried to cross the pass and get help

has been brutally murdered.

(gun firing)

- [Man] Get after him.

- [Narrator] Despite this blockade,

the news that all thatgold had disappeared

spread like wildfire andsoon the usual drifters

started to turn up in the mountains.

Army deserters, raggedmountaineers, soldiers of fortune.

(dramatic music)

- Captain Henry sent me.

- Hand it over.

Come on, make it snappy.

(gun fires)

(man yells)

- [Man] Where'd he come from?

Hiya, hiya!

(gun firing)

- [Narrator] Bill Ardisson ison the trail of the gold, too.

But he has another reasonto cross the dangerous pass.

He's also on the trail of Captain Henry.

A man with whom he has apersonal score to settle.

(gun fires)

(men shouting)

- You want to rough, gents?

It will take one year to grow another

potato plant like this!

Get out of here!

Oh, no.

- Arasoke!

(tense music)

- It's gonna happen again.

I'll see you tomorrow.

(subdued music)

(cow moos)

- Hey, have you met thatcrazy Potato Fritz fella

down there in the valley yet?

- I tell ya.

I never seen anyone like him.

Not even a knife.

- Hey, Sleeve.

Come on out.

Listen to this.

He says Potato Fritzis some kind of a hero.

- Been 18 months since someonecome over that pass alive

except you, mister.

- It wasn't no picnic.

- [Man] I guess you must've been born

under a lucky star, mister.

- Mm, damn good whiskey.

- [Man] Well, we kind of like it.

- Just like they brew it in Springfield.

- [Man] Hey, look at that smoke!

- [Man] Ah, the Indians are at it again.

- [Man] Poor old Fritz.

- Hey, company coming.

(men laughing)

Hey, Jane, you better pretty yourself up.

Potato Fritz is on his way down.

(men laughing)

- When they set fire to his shack,

the Indians always send upsmoke signals to let us know.

Then Potato Fritz comes here,drinks till he passes out,

rides back, and buildsthe damn thing up again.

He's crazy.

- [Man] Well, just look who's here.

- If it isn't Potato Fritz.

- [Woman] Potato Fritz, didyou bring us some vegetables?

(people chattering)

- Would you mind taking myhorse over to the blacksmith?

- Yeah, come on.

- Easy now, people.

Easy.

Out of the way.

Out, out, out of the way.

Now come on, come on.

There's nothing here for you today.

Fritz has nothing for you today.

- I'm the land agent.

I represent the settlers here.

The Indian Territory begins at that ridge.

And beyond, there aremiles of good, fertile land

which rightly belong to these people.

(laughing)

- Jane!

Sorry, sir.

Frederick Ebedard Jansen

never accepts drinks from a stranger.

- Bill Ardisson.

- Much obliged.

(gun fires)

(men laughing)

Bottoms up.

- Give him five centsor give him a dollar.

You know he'll spendthe whole lot on drink.

- But in the Good Book it says.

- I know full well what'swritten in the Bible.

But your beloved mother should'vetaught you that out here,

you have to take the Good Book

with considerably morethan a grain of salt.

Nothing for you people today.

The wood is for Martha Comstock.

Fritz promised it to her.

- Jane, don't give Fritz any money.

You know he shouldn't drink, dear.

- Well, if they kept burningyour house down, Mrs. Comstock,

you'd be wanting a bit of whiskey, too.

- Hey, Fritz.

Tell them why you run your weapons

up to the top of that pole.

- Simply so the Indians knowI don't mean them any harm.

- Yeah, when Fritz has a gun in his hand,

them red bastards shakein their moccasins.

(men laughing)

What do you say, Jane?

He a good shot?

- If he wants to, he canshoot anything at 50 yards.

- Tell you what.

I'll bet you five bucks youcan't shoot Madsen's hat off.

Madsen!

- Well, I haven't had a gun in my hand

for a long time, Mr. Sleeve.

(gun fires)

(chuckles)

Thanks.

Now here we go.

- 18 months ago a military convoy

lead by Captain Henry disappeared.

Funny thing is, he carriedguns just like that.

- You got anything else to say

about our dear departed captain?

- Happen to know where he is?

- There's some crosses up on the pass.

He's the third one from the right.

- (laughs) Over in Springfieldthey say the Indians

sold land to the settlers.

The captain was supposed to deliver

$30,000 in gold, plus some rifles.

- The only thing thosered bastards ever did

was to ambush the convoy.

- They also say it mighthave been white bastards

who ambushed that convoy.

Maybe the same white bastards

who now carry that kind of gun.

(grunts)

- [Man] Take care of him, Sleeve.

- Let Sleeve fight him alone.

(yells)

(people chattering)

(punches thudding)

- [Man] Okay, boys.

Break it up.

Come on, that's it.

That's it.

Come on.

Come on.

(guns firing)

Move it.

Simmer down.

- Take him to my office.

I told you before, Sleeve.

Don't let this happen again.

- Captain Henry will see to that anyway.

- Fritz, your Captain Henry is dead.

Dead.

- He would've protected me.

- Look, your farm is on Indian Territory.

You're lucky they onlyburned your house down.

- The plants are already that big.

It's gonna be a beautiful harvest.

(subdued music)

- Nobody takes my gun.

- Untie him.

- Lieutenant, he took me by surprise.

- We'll discuss that later.

Get out.

Where are you from?

- Here and there.

- I see.

A drifter.

What brings you here?

- Over in Springfield I heard...

Over in Springfield I heard

over $30,000 in gold had disappeared.

- Out, I said.

What else?

- Next day, I saw two men leaving town

with a dozen barrels ofwhiskey and other supplies.

I just kind of followed 'em.

Lost their trail somewhere in the hills.

- Out!

Fort Lane is overcrowdedwith desperate settlers

who can't get onto their land.

We're all trapped here.

I have three men left.

- What about this Captain Henry?

- We found him up on the passmurdered, scalped, robbed.

I buried the captain.

- [Bill] Didn't find the gold?

- Mister, I don't know how you managed

to get through that pass,

but you'll never get out of here.

None of us will.

- Well, Lieutenant.

As long as fresh suppliesof whiskey keep coming,

don't you worry none.

- If my memory serves me right,

I seem to recall you selling furs

in Sunlake a couple of years ago.

- Yep.

- I also recall that a few days later

the judge locked you upfor half killing a man.

- Listen, friend.

If that same law applied to everybody,

Captain Henry would be in jail and alive.

- How do you figure that?

- The way he handed outhis own kind of justice,

he figured you broke the law,he shot you through the wrist.

Unless you wear a uniform likehim, that's a criminal act.

- I'm finished.

(subdued music)

(men laughing)

- [Man] Ain't you neverseen a horse's ass before?

(men laughing)

(cow moos)

(grunting)

- Damn it.

Easy.

(tense music)

- Crow arrows, sir.

- He's got bullet holes all over his body.

- And the Indians don't have any guns.

- You realize they gotthe gold and the rifles.

- That's enough.

Mr. Ross, I gave orders forno one to leave the camp.

- Take him away.

(solemn music)

- Sleeve, come inside.

Mr. Madsen, you too.

No.

Didn't you tell me thatsoldier was killed yesterday?

- Yeah, there was onesoldier that almost got away,

but we got him.

- Strange.

All they found was a dead horse.

(sheep bleating)

- You saw my brother onthe pass, didn't you?

Was he still alive?

- Who else knew he was coming?

- Potato Fritz.

- I'm sorry, mister.

But we don't trust any stranger.

- Hey, come here, chicken.

I'll get you.

- [Man] Hey, you chicken thieves!

Wait till I get my hands on you!

(grunts)

- Morning, Bill.

How are you?

- Uh-huh.

You sell that stuff to the settlers?

- Of course, if they have money.

We swap goods with the others.

- How well do you know Potato Fritz?

- Leave him in peace.

(subdued music)

- Henry?

Henry?

Where are you?

You can trail me as much as you like,

but this is Indian Territory.

And if you walk around here with a rifle,

they might misunderstand you.

They don't take too kindlyto white folks with guns.

- How can I misunderstand youwalking around without one?

- My best weapon is right here.

- If you don't mind, I'll use my gun.

I found this on a dead man.

- I found a lot more than that.

In a year or two, I can produceenough spuds from this one

to feed an entire family.

That's more than gold.

- But what if you found real gold?

- I'd give it to you.

- Oh, yeah?

- Oh, yeah.

Because then you'd getkilled instead of me.

(gun fires)

(guns firing)

(men laughing)

- [Man] You show 'em, Sleeve.

(laughing)

Hey, watch it, Sleeve.

They're Ross's.

- [Sleeve] Do yourself a favor, Mr. Ross.

Keep your animals out of our pasture.

- One day I explainAmerican Bill of Rights

to you, Mr. Sleeve.

- You do that.

No sense of humor.

(dramatic music)

- One move and he's a dead man.

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

- [Man] Lieutenant.

- What's all this about?

- A strange-looking Indiantried to kill me this morning.

- Honest, I spent the wholeday with Wood and Sleeve.

- I didn't see his face none,

but I wounded him in the left arm.

- Lock him up.

- [Man] Lieutenant.

- Out!

Listen, mister.

Since you came here, white menare at each other's throats.

Congratulations, my friend.

(gun fires)

- He knocked Lunford downand was gonna shoot me, sir.

- Get rid of him.

- Looks a lot like theman I saw loading supplies

back in Springfield.

- Listen, in the future youbetter keep your mouth shut,

your eyes open, and your pistol handy.

Okay?

(dramatic music)

- You'll be safe with us.

- Obliged.

- I'll get that bastard.

- In good time.

He's looking for the gold.

Just make sure that we'rethere when he finds it.

- Want to come to the farm with me?

I'll teach you to plant potatoes.

(bear grunting)

You'll have to get used to him up there.

That's Chief Arasoke.

Fake chief.

Chief Asshole.

(subdued music)

(bear grunting)

(tense music)

Asshole!

I've got a name for you.

(laughs)

- Tommy, you mustn't do that.

Come on.

- If the gold's ever found,whose side you be on?

- One way or another, theIndians are gonna get it anyway.

- [Ross] You don't trust them?

- No way.

That's why I'm still alive.

- But why?

What for?

(bugle blaring)

(horses neighing)

- Colonel Baxter.

- It isn't that easy tosend men to Fort Lane.

It's 500 miles of IndianTerritory between them and us.

Since the ridge routeopened in the spring,

we've sent four more patrols.

- And none of them reachedthe settlers in Fort Lane.

- None of them came back.

- You know why?

Because of the army's goddamn red tape.

Anyway, Colonel Baxter givesthe orders, makes the decision,

and takes the goddamn responsibility.

- Captain Lancomb.

Are there reinforcements coming?

- Afraid not, sir.

- Sir, the general thinksyou were taken in by Arasoke,

the young chief of the Crow Tribe.

- Captain, Fort Laneis only a tiny outpost,

but over a hundred settlers have been

trapped there for 18 months.

We need reinforcements.

- Sir, I think we'llhave to do it ourselves.

- You simply can't allow this, sir.

- Lieutenant Poe, sir.

- If you want to survive this mission,

you'll have to keep yoursalutes to yourself.

You're a settler on your way to Fort Lane.

Is that clear?

- Sir, this is murder.

Sending out settlerswith a disguised soldier.

- [Lancomb] You servedunder Captain Henry.

- Yes, sir.

(metal clanging)

- You shouldn't beallowed to risk your life

for a few rotten potatoes and some beans.

- Oh.

Oh, fish.

- You can't sell those, Jane.

They're for Mrs. Comstock.

- They stink already.

- Blather.

A single raindrop andshe makes it a flood.

- One day, Jane.

One day.

- One day what?

- Maybe one day on thefarm you'll do the fishing.

- I'm sure one day when Arasoke is bored

with these fun and frolic,

he'll tie Fritz down and burnhim and his hut together.

- Hey, Fritz!

How many times we got to tell you?

If you got goods to sell, bring 'em to us.

- So that you can bleed the last penny

out of those poor settlers?

- You shut your faceor I'll kick your ass.

- Mr. Sleeve, if you don't know how

to behave in the presence of a lady,

I'll be only too pleased to teach you.

One day.

- [Sleeve] What's wrong with right now?

- You fix him good, Sleeve.

- Yeah, show him.

- [Man] Yeah, we haven't hada good fight in a long time.

- [Man] Take care of him.

- Tell Sleeve to leave Fritz alone!

Make him stop!

Make him stop!

You're evil.

You're evil.

You just hate him because he's a good man.

- Don't ever do that again, young woman.

(grunting)

(punches thudding)

Sleeve talking all right?

(gasping)

(gun fires)

- Very funny.

Why aren't you laughing?

- For a peaceable farmer,

you sure do have a good time, don't you?

- That's the trail to Fort Albert.

If your brain's as good asyour gun, you might make it.

- That's just what I intended to do.

(debris rumbling)

Son of a bitch!

(Fritz coughing)

- Can you hear me?

- [Bill] No.

- You're now sittingon five cases of sand.

- What else do I have to doto get a share of the gold?

- Go tell Colonel BaxterI offer him my harvest.

- You gonna make me an offer?

- Your life.

- [Bill] Good.

- Watch out.

- [Bill] Hey!

- Start digging and think about it.

- And it took four hoursto dig himself out.

I told Wesley not to worry about him.

- [Man] Hey, look.

- That's Lake.

Something must've happened at Fort Albert.

- Somebody started a rumorthat the gold had been found.

Then, there was no holding 'em.

- Yeah, there's a new group of settler

coming in from Fort Albert.

- Nice people.

Sure to have a few barrelsof whiskey with 'em.

- There's not gonna be anytrouble at the pass this time.

At least no big trouble.

- There might be some ofBaxter's men with 'em.

- He asked for reinforcements.

He didn't get any.

- Like I say, you canalways rely on the army.

(men laughing)

- This is it, folks.

This is the dangerous stretchI was telling you about.

(singing in foreign language)

For God sakes.

Stop that singing, Reverend.

- With God's almighty hand to protect us,

we have nothing to fear.

(men shouting)

Giddy up!

- Whoa.

- Oh, Henry.

Get off my back 'cause I'm ticklish.

(laughing)

(men shouting)

(tense music)

(gun fires)

(dramatic music)

- Stop, stop.

- Lieutenant Slade, sir.

Commander of Fort Lane.

- We are saved.

Let us all praise almighty God.

Thanks be to God.

- Help me, oh Lord.

Help me.

- [Reverend] He has saved us.

- This ain't worth the trouble.

I don't reckon these poorbastards have much on 'em anyway.

Look around.

They can hardly get themselves here.

Take it easy, Grandpa.

He wounded?

- I wish he were.

So if he would've remained,

I could see if he had blood in the veins.

- You were lucky to get through.

- Alberto, see that nothing gets stolen.

- I'm afraid Arasoke refuses to negotiate

until he has the gold.

- In Fort Albert theysaid they've found it.

- Why worry about the gold?

We paid for the land.

It's yours.

- He's right.

It isn't our fault if theIndians never got their money.

- But how do you explain that to them?

- It looks as if you'llhave to pay it again.

- The only languagethey understand is this.

- My son, we have comehere to spread God's peace,

not God's war.

- What does the colonel think he's doing?

After 18 months he sends onofficer on a secret mission.

And you, boy.

What can you accomplish alone?

- Alberto, food.

(people chattering)

- Jane, come here.

Were there soldiers with them?

- [Man] Please.

Come on, come on, come on.

- If that man can farm, we can all farm.

- [Crowd] Right, right!

- Potato Fritz is a lunatic.

- We'll fight for our land.

- No.

It's our duty to bring the blessed spirit

of our Lord into this wilderness.

We have come to give and not to take away.

Amen.

- Don't tell me youbrought your wife along.

- If all goes well with our mission,

I can retire from service and settle down

on a parcel of land I'llbuy with our savings.

- Sure.

If the Indians will let ya.

- This is an army rifle.

- Put that back.

- Make sure that nobodysees this weapon, madam.

- Why?

- Tell the man who owns itthat Fritz doesn't carry a gun.

- [Martha] My planks.

Who the hell stole theplanks from my wagon?

- The Lord giveth andthe Lord taketh away.

Everything is in his hands.

- Reverend, if the Romanswere as fussy as you,

the Lord Jesus wouldnever have been crucified.

(uptempo orchestral music)

- Be gone, cows of darkness.

Which he hence.

Get ye gone ye demons.

Back to hell.

Go.

Go.

- Come out, Chief Asshole.

I know you are here.

I have to talk to you.

I have no gun and you won'tcatch the plague from me.

There's an idiot in your territory.

Don't kill him!

Will be disaster.

Come on, answer me!

Terribly courageous, aren't you, my boy?

Let's keep talking like that

and a few angry people from Fort Lane

will be talking to you.

(uptempo orchestral music)

- The devil himself could nothave brought forth monsters

more terrifying than these.

But God's word, and his alone,

scattered these demons in panic.

And so, my brethren,

shall the stubborn hearts of the redskins

be won over by the wordof our almighty God.

Amen.

(subdued music)

(people chattering)

- Jane!

Sorry, sir.

Frederick Aberbad Jensen does not accept

drinks from strangers.

Reverend, any particular reason

for chasing peaceful buffalo?

- I am but a humble tool in divine hands.

- If you do that again,

if you chase away the onlysource of meat for the Indians,

there will be trouble.

And even Colonel Baxterwon't be able to help us.

If he ever gets here.

Jane!

- I told you not to wear this weapon.

I want you to explain it to Baxter.

- What do you mean Baxter?

- Dude in the corner happens to be

one of Baxter's lieutenants,

to report everything toBaxter what's happening here.

If he ever gets back toFort Albert, that is.

(laughs)

(uptempo music)

(guns firing)

- May this man find eternalrest in the bosom of the Lord.

And may the Lord give usstrength and retribution.

- [Man] Amen.

- Nobody know for sure who shot him.

- Still too proud to carry a gun?

- How dare you...

Talk to him like.

Captain Henry.

- Yeah.

- Was he a hero?

- [Fritz] What is a hero?

- A man who risks hislife for what is right.

- Is he afraid while doing it?

- No.

- Henry was always afraid,but he still fought.

Fought, and fought, and fought

for what he was told was right.

- Did you know him well?

- Sometimes.

Other times I really didn't.

(grunts)

Will you ever learn walking?

What happened?

- I hurt my knee.

- Boy, that looks terrible.

We have to cut that off.

Where's my knife?

(laughs)

Come on, show me.

Jane, show me that kneeagain in a little while

if you still want to.

- I shouldn't.

- Of course you shouldn't.

- Will you wait?

- That's the only thingI've learned to do.

Wait.

(gun fires)

- [Sleeve] Come backhere, you dirty bastard.

Where do you think you're going?

- What's going on here?

(gun fires)(Sleeve yells)

- My hand!

He got me in my hand!

They wanted you!

It was you they wanted!

Look!

You shot Foley!

- Shut up.

(gun fires)

(grunting)

- I'll drink this one.

(grunts)

If a man doesn't usehis head for thinking,

what's he got a head for?

For this?

Good.

Good.

Another one, huh?

(grunts)

Good.

That's the quickest wayto sober up, friend.

(grunting)

- Where in hell did youlearn to fight like that?

You a military man?

- Frederick AberbadJensen was an army cook.

- And a damn good fighter.

- Fighting for the revolution.

Revolution for justice and freedom.

And then I found myself fighting against

the injustice that grew out of it.

And then against theinjustice that was fighting

the injustice of the revolution.

I've done it for so long.

Now there's no justice.

- You ain't as drunk as you pretend to be.

- Come on.

- You know where the gold is?

- Bill Ardisson, you are an idiot.

Come on.

(tense music)

- [Kid] Bill is coming.

Bill is here.

(uptempo music)

- Ross.

I'll be on your side.

Found some things in Wesley's house.

- Captain Henry's pistol.

- [Man] You found that in Wesley's house?

- His men dressed up as Indiansand they blocked the pass.

- Does Lieutenant Slade knows about this?

- He's only got three men.

- Unless we can breakthrough to Colonel Baxter,

we've no chance.

You be with us?

- Hey, what's this all about?

(subdued music)

Well, what do you know?

My rifles.

- [Man] The Ross bunch.

They're right behind us.

- [Man] Take cover, fast.

- They've been loaded.

I didn't know Arasoke could do that.

(men shouting)

(gun fires)

(man yells)

(gun fires)

- Get moving faster.

Faster.

Keep it moving.

Faster.

(tense music)

(dramatic music)

- Our clueless leader.

All right, up we go.

Up, you idiot!

I said up!

No.

Other way, you idiot.

That's more like it.

No, no.

The other way, stupid.

Pull me up.

- Impossible.

How can the Crow Indiansbe shooting from above?

The rifles are still hiddensomewhere with the gold.

- Who else but that sonof a bitch Captain Henry

would've shot Sleeve through the wrist?

- And taken back his own pistol?

- Then who did we bury at the pass?

If Baxter comes here, itwon't be before another week.

That gives us enough time.

(bear grunting)

- Jane.

How often have I told younot to ride out alone?

A lone woman is what they're all after.

The whites and the Indians.

And you are a woman.

I mean, almost.

- Fritz.

Listen, Fritz.

Wesley's men have got all the settlers

to go out and fight the Indians.

And when all the men are gone,

they'll take Martha andlittle Tommy for ransom.

(tense music)

- Jane, give that slap back here.

You didn't deserve it.

- They're coming from Fort Lane.

They need help.

They're all waiting for Colonel Baxter.

- That was Colonel Baxter.

- Come on, Sergeant.

Fall in.

- [Ross] Turn around, turn around.

Turn around, turn around.

(dramatic music)

- Okay, men.

Everybody get your rifles.

We're gonna get after those Indians.

(men shouting)

- Where's Lieutenant Slade?

- On patrol.

- [Reverend] How do you do?

- What is it, Fritz?

- Got a long trail ahead of me.

Need a few bottles of whiskey.

- You got money?

- Plenty.

How about this?

- Help yourself.

- I tell you.

All we have to do ismake the settlers attack.

And you two take the Comstock boy.

After that, his mother will talk.

Madsen, Lake.

The rest of you stay here.

(dramatic music)

- [Fritz] It's all yours, boys.

- Get out of my way.

I'm not sharing.

(gun fires)(man yells)

What the bloody hell?

Rocks?

(gun fires)

- Your bluff is up, Fritz.

(whistles)

(gun fires)

- There's more to come.

(dramatic music)

Already loaded.

- Pale face.

(gun fires)(man yells)

- You only use your head, huh?

You know, a sporting manwould've shared that gold

(gun fires)

with a friend.

(bugle blaring)

Yep, Colonel Baxter onhis way from Fort Palba.

- I hope he gets herebefore we run out of powder.

(guns firing)

- What are we waiting for, Colonel?

- They're fighting itout among themselves.

- We gotta go.

Bill Ardisson is up there all alone.

- One man isn't doing all this.

- Now and then they arrive on time.

- [Lancomb] Whoever youare, this is the army.

Drop your guns and comeout with your hands up.

- Won't go off.

You get him.

(gun fires)

- Why?

- He murdered my best man.

My best friend.

- Friend?

- Yeah.

- This is Colonel Baxter!

Drop your guns and come out!

(bugle blaring)

- This one belongs to me.

(gun fires)(man yells)

(tense music)

Well?

- Well.

Everybody handles that thinglike it was something special,

except the man it belongsto, Captain Henry.

- It's yours.

- For two years I'vewanted the man behind this.

Remember that evening in Sunlake?

You gave me this scar.

(dramatic music)

- [Henry] Never stalk a wild animal

with the wind at your back, Sergeant.

- How did you manage to survive, sir?

- Because seven men died for me.

- [Sergeant] Six, sir.

You're still around.

- Didn't you consider Fritz a human being

although he was not a soldier?

- Frederick Aberbad Jensen, your cook?

- My friend.

I reckon nobody would look for the gold

on a lone covered wagondriven by an unarmed civilian.

- [Sergeant] Oh, that was you.

- I also reckoned that my soldiers

would get through without me.

- [Fritz] Fritz, you go on ahead.

I'll stay behind.

- [Henry] I gave ordersnot to try to defend

the empty wagon in case of attack.

Fritz was riding shotgun.

- [Soldier] Pass is clear.

- In my saddle, with myuniform on, proud and happy.

That very evening, he was dead.

He's buried right over there.

(bugle blaring)

(people cheering)

- Colonel Baxter.

- Are you Sergeant Stark?

- No, I'm Colonel Baxter.

- I'm supposed to give you this.

There's more of thoseout on a potato farm.

(people chattering)

- Captain Henry.

Have you got the gold?

- Yes, sir.

- Lancomb, get the gold and bring it here.

The weapons?

- The weapons as well.

- And bring the weapons, too!

- Show him where it is.

- Six feet deep, eastern section.

If you so much as touch a single potato

outside that section, I'll kill you.

- I'm afraid he means it, sir.

(tense music)

(dramatic music)

- [Soldier] What the hell?

What the hell's going on here?

- I buried the gold in a field.

But a field with nothingon it is suspicious.

So I did what Fritz always wanted to do.

I planted his potatoes.

I did it for him.

It was marvelous.

Was the first time I'dever grown anything.

And while I was waitingfor you to finally show up,

I became Potato Fritz.

And that's all I want to be for good.

- Colonel, they've brought the gold.

That's incredible.

- Henry, I've got news for you.

This territory has beensold to the settlers.

Now, look.

Your valley remains in Indian Territory.

You see, there's no way out of the army.

- Make me proud of you, son.

(subdued music)

(bear grunting)

- [Man] Captain Henry, howare we ever gonna thank you

for all you've done for us?

- [Woman] Thank you, Captain Henry.

(people chattering)

We'll remember you in our prayers.

- If I had known who you were, sir,

I wouldn't have taken a penny from you.

- Captain Henry, I'dlike to express my thanks

for all you did.

But why did you wait forColonel Baxter to come here?

Why didn't you trustLieutenant Slade or me?

- Listen, mister.

Don't you realize howmany people have died?

How many women andchildren have had to suffer

while you sat on the potatoes

waiting for Colonel Baxter to come?

- The boy's right.

- We might have brought inthe first harvest by now.

Why?

Why?

- Dad, Fritz is coming.

- We're all very sorry, Captain Henry.

- The name is Fritz.

Can you sell my crop?

- Sure.

What do you need?

- Two guns.

Any powder?

- Fritz.

Fritz.

- May I express my admirationfor you, Captain Henry?

I only regret you never trusted me.

- I'll explain that to you.

That unforgivable day, I wasstill close enough to my men

to see a patrol riding up from Fort Lane.

And then I saw an officer and his soldiers

shoot my men in the back.

There was nothing Icould do about it then.

But you'll undoubtedlyunderstand that I didn't feel

like telling that officerwhere I'd hidden the gold.

(gun fires)

(grunting)

(gun fires)

(yells)

- What have you done, Fritz?

Are you leaving us?

Drink to us then.

Arasoke wasn't the one whoset fire to your hut today.

You did it.

Just what I would've done, Fritz.

That shack was nothing but a hobble.

Honest, I laughed myselfsick when I saw it.

The whole farm was a farce.

You never were one of us.

You cheated us.

You cheated me.

You're nothing but a soldier.

An old, tired wreck of asoldier they all laugh at

'cause all that mattersto you is your whiskey.

Well, bye, Fritz.

Pity you won't be aroundto make me laugh anymore.

- Give us a hand, friend.

(subdued music)

- You were always so funny.

- Here.

I never really liked the stuff.