Original subtitles

A man's voice says:

Wide and fertile is the territory of the Mescalero Apaches,

loyal to their great chief Winnetou.

He lived in that period when the post-Civil War boom

attracted a legion of immigrants.

The call for more settlement areas is getting louder and louder.

Honest efforts by leading men for peace

fail because of the rapid development of things,

in human incapacity, in selfishness and betrayal.

The habitat of the Indians is constantly shrinking.

Distress and destruction threaten.

Chief Winnetou recognizes the approaching disaster.

Tirelessly he tries to turn it away from the red peoples.

Chapo Kochinga. Chaecha Mescaleros.

Winnetou tschotula atscha pueblo.

My red brothers look out over the great land of our fathers.

With its mountains, streams, forests and pastures with their buffalo herds.

Winnetou's heart is happy about the peace between the peoples.

But it's not without concern either.

Because not everyone is insightful and subordinates to law and order.

Several shots ring out.

The herd does not move in peace, it is hunted!

Dastatchi la litla!

Take cover! Apache!

The pale faces should be ashamed.

Why? You ambushed us!

You shoot our buffalo without the need of hunger.

I am ashamed! Shut up!

I didn't know. Shut up!

Caught up, hung up! Give us back our weapons and horses!

Immediately! A lot will soon be different here.

Watch your tongue! You hunted buffalo without hunger

and killed 3 of our warriors who just wanted to warn you.

They ambushed us from behind!

Tsapa-tsiwa kamatuchtla!

All: No!

Lu bye chiko!

Cha-kuo!

Ai-niche tuma!

Kola linka?

miniwenitu.

Go back where you came from!

I'll leave you your horses and this one knife.

No one harms you in the territory of the red people,

for peace was sworn.

Winnetou is keeping your weapons as proof of his indictment.

I also wanted to say...

Get your gun! Thanks.

I'll never forget you.

Wait, young friend! Better watch out!

Those men are full of greed, deceit and murder.

Go now!

I thank you!

My brother!

I'm from Clinton.

The incessant stream of settlers gathers there.

The nights are just as noisy as the days...

I was longing for that time

when chief Intschu-tshuna and Beautiful Day were still alive.

Winnetou also came here to look back at what once was.

Does my brother want to reveal himself to me?

Winnetou will ride to Santa Fe.

A paleface captive threatened

everything will soon be different for the Apaches.

Winnetou kept the oath of peace.

He needs to know if the big white father in Washington wants it too.

Does my brother also think about the dangers of the new times in Santa Fe?

Winnetou does not turn a blind eye to the progress of the new age.

He goes to meet it.

Winnetou enters a white town for the first time.

He is glad that his white brother is at his side.

Vultures croak

Winnetou knew him. Because he believed in good, he had to die...

Church bells are ringing.

What is that?

Church bells

They call all Christians to devotion and prayer.

The pale faces pray for their souls to go to heaven.

We too hope that our souls will enter the eternal hunting grounds.

The words are different, but perhaps the meaning is the same.

Winnetou has been thinking about these things a lot lately...

Now the bell speaks to Winnetou.

And he understands its reputation.

Does he understand it?

It says, "Love all that is good! Hate all that is evil!"

Thank you for coming! What I can do, I will do.

I place my hopes in you, Chief Winnetou.

If you need help, I'll send you soldiers,

as many as you want and wherever you want.

Terrible chaos threatens. Settlers are backing up in Clinton.

White buffalo, chief of the Jicarillas, claims his land,

that he made available, suddenly back again.

The palefaces made him a slave to the firewater.

And that's how he acts.

Unscrupulous traders take advantage of this.

In Clinton, men for a syndicate approach the settlers.

They promise land grants and collect high down payments.

I don't know the head of the gang yet.

A barrel of brandy goes to White Buffalo every month.

Recently, there is even talk of a weapons transport.

Only the two of you can master this increasingly threatening situation.

I really want to find a way...

Get Scotter! He has to go to the mess.

That's why the white father in Washington agreed

to increase the territory of the Jicarillas.

Winnetou brings him the news.

Take a promise that he'll keep the contract,

so that the land can be allocated to the settlers.

The Jicarillas are horse thieves and drink firewater:

Their word weighs lightly there.

Does my brother accompany Winnetou?

Will Winnetou leave me in danger?

Get the papers ready that came in from Washington yesterday!

Winnetou and Old Shatterhand are leaving for the Jicarillas today.

Immediately, Excellency!

Be careful! Of the countless men, few are like you...

Winnetou is glad to have met a white man

who, like his brother, is unselfish and without guile.

I want the full amount for myself and my people.

I won't be fobbed off with a few paltry dollars.

You won't get a dime more than that!

We shot three red dogs. Should they roast us?

After that, the governor should send soldiers to retaliate.

Winnetou's country would be annexed,

and we could give it to the settlers for a lot of money.

Not to forget the precious oil that seeps away uselessly in the ground.

The guy is an angel of peace. I want all the money.

You should sell me something better then.

Maybe I have something better, to someone who pays better!

There you are! Why not like this?

He talks too much. It's supposed to look like an accident...

Someone knocks on the door

Winnetou and Old Shatterhand are with the governor now.

White buffalo gets impunity and more land if he keeps peace.

Keep me up to date! Gomez!

Yes, sir?

If Winnetou comes to terms with White Buffalo,

we get neither the settlers' land nor the nice oil.

The money to the settlers for the equipment would also be lost.

The governor obviously had a thing for Winnetou.

As long as he's still...

... alive. That's what you wanted to say, wasn't it?

Gomez!

There is a quarry in front of the town, which the road passes...

True! And?

Couldn't there be a small, unfortunate accident?

Anything is possible.

The two have to get past it.

A demolition planned for tomorrow could go off as early as tonight.

Iltschi whinnies nervously.

Up there! Back!

Winnetou's horse heard the running fire. Our ruse worked.

Winnetou must ride alone to the Jicarillas.

The rider returns to Santa Fa. Old Shatterhand follows him.

That leads us to the man who tried to kill us.

A lot of people are talking. Then the conversation falls silent.

What gives us the honor of your visit?

I want to see the man who just came in.

Did you, gentlemen, or you, ladies,

just see someone come in?

None but the Lord himself.

Everybody is laughing

You heard it yourself: you must be wrong.

I ask you: where are you from?

From where do you think?

From the quarry, where I come from.

You didn't see that we lay down between the rubble afterwards.

What does the quarry have to do with us here?

I can tell you soon.

I'm staying in Santa Fe until I find out why you're covering for this man.

This is reckless and very dangerous.

Hardly more dangerous than earlier in the quarry!

Are you feeling well at the moment?

Very well!

Idiot! You got us into this!

The two lay dead.

Winnetou rode on.

Only Rollins can help us there. Send a cable to Clinton!

Right in the center!

Play that!

Well, girl, a kiss?

It could also be two, I'm not like that at all.

Hold on sweetie!

You owe me a kiss for the punch.

What do you garden gnome want? One on the mouth?

Now nothing bothers us anymore.

Let go!

That's Rollins' underboss. Beware of that! Come!

Well, how's the skull doing?

He's coming up again.

Where is the guy?

Got out on the street.

Two fingers away.

Damn!

Next!

A hand's breadth within.

Boss, did some little garden gnome come this way?

Kid, who messed you up like this?

I'm looking for the guy right now. I'll break all the bones of the dwarf...

I have to see that. Maybe that would be one for us.

Old Hawkens has his own way of making friends.

I would never have believed you capable of that.

That does not matter. Do you know him... or his boss?

Better keep your hands off those two!

Sam Hawkens has always been poking his nose into other people's business.

Only once was it about himself, but then she took someone else.

Oh yes, that's the way it is.

Don't you have family? A young thing like you washing dishes here...

You can tell me. I could be your father...

Then I call you Daddy.

You can scratch my beard like a daughter should.

Oh daddy!

Here he is!

You insulted one of my men, huh?

Yes.

You hit him with the gun.

Yes.

What do you mean, "yes"? Can't you say anything else?

Yes...

Are you good at shooting?

Hawkens whispers

Yes.

To compete with me? Yes!

If you win, the little one will be under your protection.

If I win, she'll be under his protection.

So, let's shoot it outside! Agreed?

Yes!

Well then...

Then old Sam Hawkens must win if I'm not mistaken.

Ready boss?

Yes. Three shots each. Do you shoot first or second?

Yes...

All right, I'll start.

This stranger just arrived, he's got firecrackers

and lets loose some for a quarter apiece.

Don't bother us! Leave us satisfied!

Go away!

Hit!

Keep it up!

A finger's breadth on the card!

Close to the heart again. Nobody does that like you.

Spectators laugh derisevely

Here we go!

A hit to the heart obliterates all other shots.

It's always like this here...

Didn't even hit the circle!

My liquor is running out! Lock that guy up!

What do you say? Did he put two holes in the barrel?

Yes, side by side! All the liquor runs out.

Shoot!

Now I understand my rifle.

Straight to the heart... Straight to the heart!

Fireworks explode.

Pulled the gun around at the last moment, huh?

A hit to the heart erases everything, if I'm not mistaken...

The girl is under your protection.

And if you feel like it, we need someone like you.

Boss!

You are to come to the telegraph immediately - a cable for you.

Consider my offer, little one!

Sam Hawkens accepts the offer and joins them.

If a rascal gets a telegram, it's a rascal behind it...

"... and kill Winnetou!"

Winnetou! What did you say?

The little one is Sam Hawkens, a friend of Winnetou.

So! A friend of Winnetou...

Why do you always carry the garden gnome with you?

I'd rather have him under surveillance than sneaking after us.

Kid!

If Winnetou escaped us at the Black Rift...

You wanted to stretch the wire there.

This redskin has five lives. Ambush him at the Bear River!

I'll do it.

Preferably under the big waterfall. Everyone keep your eyes open!

He's as good as dead.

It just has to look like an accident...

Hey, garden gnome, aren't you coming to Bear River?

Forward!

Are you still here?

As you can see! And now talk!

Talk or I'll beat it out of you!

And I don't like getting my hands dirty.

We expected your raid.

Now out with it! What do you want from Winnetou and me?

I want to know what you're up to!

Weapons are on their way to White Buffalo.

He will fight back and fight and lose his country.

We also want Apache country, mostly for the oil.

They set traps for Winnetou all the way to the Jicarillas.

He doesn't get far!

Hands up!

Turn around!

Go to the wall!

What was going on here?

Nothing at all, just a nice conversation.

Stop!

Everybody dismount!

So, garden gnome, you've ridden enough now.

You have to stay here.

Is that how you treat a man who has just become a father?

Go on! To Buffalo Knee!

Sam Hawkens grumbles, barely understandable:

You pig!

Come on, dismount! Two men stay with the horses.

Pull the wire rope!

Hide it well!

Why not just shoot him?

It's supposed to look like an accident, you idiot.

If he doesn't break his neck right away, we'll help.

Something's coming back there!

That's him!

Iltschi snorts.

Avasetchi tekelo!

Tekelo!

Shark!

Guns away!

Throw them away! Do as I say!

20 steps back!

Come on, go!

On the horses! After him! Come on!

Shots ring out

Stop!

We'll never get him on his black horse.

But Kid waits for him at the Bear River.

We'll follow his trail. Come on!

Horse whinnies

Sam groans

What's going on now?

It's easy for you to talk. Are you also enjoying fatherly joys right now?

If you are my prodigal son...

Why are you cutting me loose?

The landscape view is magnificent. I had it all planned...

Is that true?

They caught Winnetou, knocked them out, he managed to escape...

Sam!

His horse galloped past me, then the bandits, he shot twice.

Now they are ambushing him at the Bear River.

Away!

Down!

We shoot everyone when he's under the waterfall. Tell the others!

Iltschi snorts.

Don't hit the horse! I want it.

Kochina! pokai mu! Paramachiko!

What happened?

It went wrong, but now we'll get him.

Don't shoot the horse! It belongs to me!

(The Colt is empty)

Come on! Now he's trapped.

He's gone! Disappeared!

That way!

We'll never get him between the rocks.

To the horses! We'll intercept him further down Thunderfall.

The horse! Catch him! You can have whatever you want from me!

Stop!

Come on!

Watch out now! It certainly won't escape us here.

Watch out!

Here!

Fish him out! Kid, to the other side! I'm trying here.

Come with me guys!

Here it goes down!

You would have to search the bottom for him from the raft with poles.

Yes, at least if they don't find him over there.

We'll never get him! The boss should catch him himself.

Nothing to see. Farther!

The guy is nowhere to be found.

I'm for sending the wounded back to Clinton.

We set up camp here

and search everything again tomorrow with rafts.

Something is wrong here.

Anyway, we'll have to keep guards at night.

Something is wrong here.

There lies Jeff!

Raid!

Up boys!

Ride on, don't let yourself be disturbed!

I'm deliberately holding back so you can be first.

That's Winnetou's Iltschi, if I'm not mistaken.

Suni katu...

What's up?

Winnetou needs me urgently.

Go ahead, but you've never seen me ride properly...

Ride to Clinton and watch out for Vermeulen!

You can count on Sam Hawkens.

I know. Take care!

Take care of yourself, Greenhorn!

Damned! Well, he doesn't get far, the horse is too slow.

We cut him off.

Damned!

Back! Turn right, cut the path!

Up there!

Six men intercept him on the high plateau.

The rest climb behind. Corner him!

That red scoundrel! He gave me his knife...

Winnetou's knife!

This redskin has nine lives, not five.

It's no use to him. Ride to Clinton! I am visiting White Buffalo.

Good luck!

Several men scream.

Up here and over there!

That was the right time.

Jicarillas!

Red Feather, the sub-chief of the White Buffalo.

What is the Mescalero chief looking for in our hunting grounds?

Winnetou welcomes Red Feather.

We want to smoke the peace pipe with White Buffalo.

Red Feather will take Winnetou and the Paleface with him

and surrendered their weapons to White Buffalo.

Does Red Feather think Old Shatterhand can take his guns off?

The wounded palefaces were friends of the Jicarillas.

Red Feather will compel his enemies

to go with him and submit to the White Buffalo's spell.

The Jicarillas are our friends.

You support us. With your help we will reach our goal.

Any moment the message will come

that the land distribution can be made.

The settlers cheer.

Who is not yet registered

can do this now for a fee.

As soon as Mister Rollins returns from our red friends...

What's going on there?

Those devils of Jicarillas!

I warn you: do not trust them!

They scalped me alive...

Those red devils! Come on, a little more!

The guy has to leave quickly!

The Jicarillas are bloodthirsty!

Away, make room!

Hurry to my horse!

He whistles.

Go away!

It's not blood! It's raspberry juice!

Get up to my room, daddy!

There they are!

Out here!

What about you? They don't hurt me.

Who is the horse from? From the firecracker.

They are coming. Hurry up!

Give him my horse! I'll bring his back.

Chito kalameha.

Does the chief of the Apaches and Old Shatterhand want to know

what is in this car?

The Jicarillas are a people of many brave warriors.

A people with weapons and warriors

need fear no one and bow to no one.

Neither the treacherous Apaches

nor the greedy white men who want to steal our land.

Now you have the floor, Winnetou!

The Apaches are not treacherous!

Chief Winnetou came here as a friend.

Look at the course of the sun!

She shines on a different world every year.

Only he will live who does not resist the changing times.

White Buffalo, hear my brother Old Shatterhand now!

The pale face may speak!

The white father in Washington wants to give the Jicarillas more land.

He saw that he had given you too little.

But White Buffalo wants to fight for the whole country,

it means the end of your tribe and a new bloody war.

The brave warriors of the Jicarillas should defend the peace.

Chief, don't trust the lies of the pale faces

who incite you to this foolish and deadly war!

These guns are old and worthless.

White Ox hears sincere concern behind your words.

He awaits the return of his son, Swift Panther,

who went out unaccompanied to seek glory.

White Ox feels the fall of his life.

He wants to put the heavy burden of responsibility on younger shoulders.

If Swift Panther approves,

he sinks the weapons in a deep gorge forever.

Does my brother know the chief's son?

He is young and ambitious.

And a horse thief! But White Buffalo loves him very much.

Horses! There must be someone here.

Schaka-lo!

Swift Panther, greetings from a friend!

I am the friend of friends of the Jicarillas.

And an enemy of their enemies.

You are Rollins, Fast Panther's father's friend.

Your pursuit of glory has been successful...

Swift Panther stole the horses from the Apaches. Look!

From the Apaches...

The Loto-tschuna that belongs here.

This one was standing in front of Kachon-pati's tent.

This is the most beautiful - from Winnetou's famous breed.

Winnetou?

I warn you!

I warn you: do not appear at the Jicarillas with these horses!

Because Winnetou is with your father.

Winnetou?

Yes!

How do the palefaces know?

Here, Winnetou's knife! We found it on its trail.

He would never lose it.

Do you think he could possibly have taken it off?

It's not his.

Yes, it's his. Take a close look!

Are you insane?

Shut up!

You're going to keep quiet, aren't you?

Yes. You make the decisions, boss.

Put him on the horse! But the knife must remain stuck.

What are you thinking, my brother?

Does my brother remember the Santa Fe bells?

Yes.

Winnetou hears their sound again.

You sing for him. His heart is light and full of peace.

Like this lake. It is filled with love for Manitou.

Winnetou knows that his death is not far away.

Impossible! My brother is wrong.

Most certainly!

Nobody can foresee his death.

Winnetou is not wrong.

His soul will soon enter the eternal hunting grounds.

We all die so that our souls can find each other in the afterlife.

But that is a long way off. We still have a long time ahead of us.

Manitou is big. Winnetou's life is in his hands.

Swift Panther has been murdered!

I saw it myself:

He came back victorious with the stolen Apache horses.

A warrior ambushed him.

An Apache!

The chief of the Mescaleros!

Swift Panther wounded the attacker in the forehead.

do you see the wound?

Then Swift Panther tripped over a root.

And he plunged the knife into the heart of the defenseless man up to the hilt.

He killed your son!

That's a lie!

A shameful lie!

I couldn't intervene and wanted to cut him off.

He escaped, but it stuck his knife in the dead man's chest.

White Buffalo lends his hearing to a liar.

Refrei tumanan!

When the sun goes down you will wish you were never born.

Well gentlemen!

Tonight Winnetou will be dead - you too, of course.

Finally we can distribute the Apache country.

Good news for Clinton settlers. Farewell!

Koshom goch!

Koshom!

Katcho!

Some kind of explosion sounds.

That was at the last moment if I'm not mistaken...

Now the land of the Apaches can also be released for settlement.

It's not the first time we've heard that!

That doesn't happen that quickly, contracts and negotiations take time.

Right, one has to admit that.

So what! And now this unfortunate accident:

Winnetou and Old Shatterhand are dead.

That's a lie!

I'm alive and so is Winnetou!

Don't believe a word of this man!

Wait here and I'll tell you everything!

Beware of Rollins! Who are you?

Sam Hawkens' daughter.

Quick, a wire to the governor of Santa Fe!

The telegraph is for official use only.

And for bandits! Go ahead or I'll wring your neck!

Hands up! One moment!

Come on, kill the guy!

You ride forthwith and as fast as possible.

Lieutenant O'Hara on the scene!

Lieutenant O'Connor on the scene!

Captain Pete on the scene!

Thanks!

Now decide

whether coexistence between white and red is possible at all.

Excuse me! Just because of a ranger's dispatch?

These men always stood up

for peace and humanity.

You only have your business in mind.

At the expense of bona fide settlers and the future of this country! Lead away!

The Jicarillas join forces with bandits against the Apaches.

They don't fight, but retreat to gain time.

Hoping you'll come with your men and put things in order.

According to the law and contract! I have assured you that you will come.

I keep my word, so help me God!

Let yourself be pressed to my father's chest, Greenhorn!

The governor is sending soldiers, we must do our part.

All you have to do is drain the oil, but I...

Did Winnetou ride ahead?

He knows where bandits and jicarillas meet. Let's go!

Stop!

I salute White Buffalo.

Do you want to wipe out the killer's tribe as well?

We are outraged by the misdeeds of the Apache chief.

Good!

Stop!

Here stands Winnetou. White Buffalo, listen to what he has to say!

What does a crow squawk in the ears of an avenger who wants to kill?

White Buffalo's eye is clouded by the death of his son.

He remembers his task:

to lead his tribe safely into a new era.

He's incited by false friends.

White Buffalo looks to the man he trusts!

Next to you you see your son's murderer!

Back!

What does the pale face advise?

You're raiding the Apache Pueblo from above. We attack from the river.

Then you have to drift down the river.

We build rafts, then we arrive at the Pueblo at the same time.

Ride at full speed!

There are the bandits!

Sam Hawkens made sure they fall for it pretty bad.

Those red bastards! You three take care of the fallen.

We ride on cautiously. Watch where the horses step!

It's worked out. Now they are building rafts on the Rio Pecos.

Our Greenhorn has a few words to say with the oil.

Back!

What do we do now, boss?

Onward to the Pueblo! How? Shall we fly?

Nonsense! Back to the horses and ride!

We attack the Pueblo from the east, White Buffalo from the west.

Nothing moves.

Come on!

Sa-ti!

Stop! Back! Take cover!

Here comes Greenhorn, alive and well, if I'm not mistaken.

My heart is very happy to see my brother again.

He doesn't know anyone else anymore...

They caught up with us by noon.

Until then, the Apaches are in the mountains as their last resort.

I see the trail and I know where they're going.

They can't go any further from there. Forward!

It's the ninth day.

The soldiers must be very close.

We'd better await them below.

Yes.

Athi kotschi!

They are coming.

Like I said, they're up there, and they can't escape us.

Everybody dismount!

Here is Old Shatterhand!

Only when Kid gives the sign! I want to approach from the side.

We retreated without a fight. Not out of cowardice!

We don't want to fight!

All people are brothers and should understand each other,

without fighting or killing each other.

We are well entrenched.

When attacked, there is senseless bloodshed.

Chief White Buffalo

may see why the whites want the country!

They want money and power, and then they destroy you too.

Fire!

A military trumpet call!

You ride into the guns of the bandits!

You ride into the guns of the bandits!

No! No!!

The bullet is too close to the heart. And?

That is in God's hands.

My brother can have no worries.

The Apaches are saved.

Thus Winnetou's task is accomplished.

A horse approaches.

Iltschi whinnies.

My brother...

My brother!

Help me my brother!

Santa Fe's church bells ring in Winnetou's mind.

Winnetou hears in the distance...

... the bells that call him.

Isn't that so, my brother?

My brother...

Winnetou's soul must go.

Winnetou is ready.

Farewell, my faithful...

my...

He plays.