All language subtitles for Ulzaaid (1972)

Ondertitels door Mister Bee
Bart Besems

McDonald.

War party out. Ulzana's gone out.

Ulzana and some others
are out on a raid.

Ulzana.

Corporal, get that horse.
Work him around.

All hell's going to break loose.

Ulzana's going out.

No, I'm not at all anxious
to send a large force after Ulzana

and an unknown number of warriors.

It's a sorry state of
affairs when the Indian agent

can only hazard a guess
as how many went out.

Say it can't be a large party, sir.

Let me simple trail them
south into Mexico.

Come in.

- McIntosh is here, sir.
- Send him in.

- Morning Mr. McIntosh.
- Morning Major.

- We had a break at the reservation.
- I heard Ulzana's gone.

- His name was mentioned.
- How many more?

Mr. Steegmeyer was uncertain.
He thought maybe six, six or seven.

Hardly a war party.

- Coffee hot?
- Help yourself.

Apache war parties come in all sizes.

There's the kind with a hundred
braves, and the kind with one.

Has the Major posted the homesteaders?

As stated in garrison
regulations, Mr. McIntosh.

- How many riders?
- Two.

One riding the north
loop, the other the west.

- And how many mounts?
- Captain Gates attended to the details.

How many horses did
you give them, Charlie?

- One mount each, as specified...
- In garrison's regulations, I know.

- Who you send?
- Mulkearn and Horowitz.

Mulkearn, why he's just a recruit?

- He was duty gallop.
- When did they go?

Ten o'clock. They should
be back by late afternoon.

Unless they bring some of
the homesteaders with them.

- Their orders didn't specify escort.
- I see.

I think you'd better get up to the agency.

See if you can get
more precise information.

Alright.

How many troopers is it
the major planning to put-out?

Now, that's a decision I won't be able to make
until I know the strength of the hostile force.

And their probable intention.

Their probable intention is to burn,
maim, torture, rape and murder, Charlie.

Tell Agent Steegmeyer...

this time I want to know
the names of the guilty parties.

I do not want them slinking back and
escaping the consequences again.

It'll take me a couple of
hours to get up there.

By the time I get back,
and go out on this trail,

you'll giving Ulzana more than 4 hours.

I will not put a force in the
field in ignorance, Mr. McIntosh.

I suppose I just want to be sure
we are going after them.

Any band of hostiles
leaving a US Indian agency

will be pursued and
apprehended with all due vigor.

What we have to determine is
how many of them there are.

And whether they are hostile.

Well, the first is open to question.

The second you can bet money on it.

He's very forthright.

He's willful, opinionated man with contempt
for all discipline, either moral or military.

He's a good scout and he knows Apaches,

Which I may freely
confess, is more than I do.

These two going to tell
us anything, Ke-Ni-Tay?

These two not like you.
He not listen to the words.

Old Nachito, he not like any man.

Ask them what they think of Ulzana.

Ask them is he a great war chief?

Is he wiser than Nana?

Braver than Chato?

Is he more cruel than Victorio?

Ask them does he make his
wives happy in the night?

Ask them what they think.

Ask them.

You must have experienced a certain
singing of the heart, Lieutenant,

when your orders directed
you to Fort Lowell.

Oh no, sir, I wanted
to see active service.

Your father is a
man of the cloth, doesn't he?

Yes, sir.

Is he not a little troubled,

that your vocation differs
so radically from his?

Well sir, my father believes is possible
to be both, a Christian and a soldier.

Perhaps.

However, I doubt the Apache Indian would
consider Jesus Christ an inspiring leader.

Well sir, my father believes that it's a...

lack of Christian feeling towards the Indian
is the root of our problems with them.

From a pulpit in Philadelphia,
that's an easy mistake to make.

- Sir, I think if they had a chance...
- Lieutenant.

You will take this patrol
in place of Captain Gates.

Sir?

You may have an opportunity to test
some of your father's theories out there.

Thank you, sir.

Thank you very much.

There's no need to thank me, Lieutenant,
I'm not giving you a present.

You will leave as
soon as Mr. McIntosh returns.

Yes, sir.

You know what General Sheridan
said of this country, Lieutenant?

No, sir.

He said if he owned Hell and Arizona,
he'd live in Hell and ran out Arizona.

I think he said that about Texas, sir.

Maybe. But he meant Arizona.

Yes, sir.

They're finished.

Half of what they say is lies,
the other half ain't true.

Tell them they speak like true Apaches.

And that I'm glad they didn't go out.
Would've be a bad raid.

Tell them I'll speak to
the major about the beef.

What about it, McIntosh? The
old man tell you anything?

Old man in there told me they're
getting short weight on beef, Dutch.

What Indian you know wouldn't?
And you can check my scales any time.

And I'm not Dutch.

Well, you look Dutch to me, and I
don't give a damn about your scales.

I'm just telling
you that them are left...

are wondering if maybe they should've
gone or were they wise to stay behind.

What are you trying to tell me to do?

Give them extra rations?

Just don't water the beef
before you weigh them.

You'd be surprised how many steaks
there are in 2 gallons of river water.

You listen to me, McIntosh.
Don't tell me how to run my business.

This is my store, not yours.

Please. Please God.

Please help, in the name
of God, spare me, please.

Spare me.

We'll come out right behind you.

They'll send something out to meet us?

Well, I can't say about that mister. I
was only told to raise the alarm.

I got 3 kids and a wife full of one more.
I need somebody to bring me in.

Don't anybody care what happens to us?

I'm sure they do but they just
don't have enough men, I guess.

I've got to get going. I've
got another holding to raise.

- Good luck to you, Mr. Ginsford.
- Good luck, trooper.

Now, Abbie.

Not so the girls are notice.

Come on, get yourselves ready.
We're going into the Fort Lowell...

see if any packages have come for us.

Get yourselves dressed.

Come on, come on now girls,
get yourselves ready for us.

We're going into the Fort now to see
if any packages have come for us.

Better get the rest of
our things together, son.

Any sign of the gallopers?

No, they're coming in with
the homesteaders, I guess.

I guess.

You will follow the hostiles,
trail and pursue them, until A...

They're defeated in arms,
killed or captured or B...

they return to the reservation whereupon
you will place all under arrest them or C...

They cross the international line into
Mexico whereupon your mission ceases.

- Clear, Lieutenant?
- Yes, sir.

- Have any questions?
- No, sir.

Very well, carry on.

- Lieutenant?
- Yes, sir.

Mr. McIntosh rides
with you in an advisory capacity.

Yes, sir.

In matters pertaining to the trailing of the
hostiles, information concerning the terrain,

you would be well advised
to heed his advice.

However, in matters purely military, never
forget that you're in command of this detail.

Of course, sir. Thank you, sir.

So, Harry.

- You're eager to be off, I suppose?
- Yes, sir.

I want you yo know that I strongly advised
Major Cartwright to give you this command.

- Thank you, Captain.
- No need to thank me, Harry.

Good luck, Lieutenant.

Column, turn to the left.

Forward. At a walk.

Turn right.

Steady.

It's not for me
to tell you, Mr. Rukeyser but

you sure be better if you came
back with us, give us two guns.

Yeah, yeah.

And when I came back, common,
what you think would be left, uh?

You ask me that.

I got stock and I got crops.

And I ain't don't leaving them for no
drunk fellow to burn them all down.

Then I got nothing, like
when I'm fresh landed.

Look.

Look out on that.
That be good farm some day.

And I don't leave that for
no drunk fellow, no sir.

Billy, get on, get on with your mama.

Go on. Go on.

Gee Pa, can't I stay?

Do like I tell you. Get up, get up.

Go on, get on, get up, up, up.
You take care of your mama, right?

- I sure do wish you good luck, Mr. Rukeyser.
- Thank you.

You look to yourself, Willy.

I...

I get to that door fixing, so you
don't curse them so much, ah?

Get going, get going there.
Be on you way now.

Have a good trip. Say hello
to the fellows at the Fort Lowell.

Here, Jeff Jeff...

Jeffy, come on, come on, come on.

Come on, come on,
that's my boy, that's my good boy.

Wouldn't it been simpler to pick up
the trail at the reservation, sergeant?

There's all ways of doing
things, sir. I guess.

They caught trail there, sir.

Stand by to dismount.

- Dismount.
- Dismount.

It's them alright. Moving
steady, but not fast.

- How long ago?
- Early this morning, they're way up ahead.

The only thing that slows them
down is how much killing they do.

By their line of march, which
homesteads are likely to be hit?

Well, if they trail south, they'll
kill whatever crosses their path.

Otherwise, they'll hit where they please.

Oh, can we close the distance, mean
let them know we're pressing?

Well, they know we're coming,
but there is no sense to hurrying.

Mr. McIntosh, I think hurrying is
exactly what we should be doing.

Lieutenant...

a horse will run so far, so fast, for so
long, and then it will lie down on you.

Horse lies down on an Apache, he puts a fire
under his belly, gets him back on his feet.

When the horse dies, he gets off,
eats a bit of it, and steals another.

Ain't no way you can better that.

I just don't like to think
of people unprotected.

Yes, well it's best not to.

Alright, Sergeant.

Forward and walk.

Oh God.

Mama. Indians.

Soldier.

Don't leave me.

Don't leave me.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Get on boy.

Come on, get on.

Come boy, jump.

Ma, no.

Hey Jeff.

Hey boy.

I'll get you well, close up.

Alright you drunk
fellows, you come after me.

I teetotal you pretty damn quick.

You hear me?

- Ain't nice cleaning up after Apaches.
- Why did they spare the boy?

- Spare him what?
- Why didn't kill him?

Just a whim, Lieutenant.

Apaches got lots of whims.

At least they don't
seem to violated the woman.

That's because she was
dead before they got to her.

Ke-Ni-Tay reckons that
Horowitz shot the woman

and made a run for it with the boy.

When they got his horse,
he killed himself.

Good man that Horowitz.

I'll have to send a
detail back with the boy.

What you think Ulzana's thinkings are?

He's going on, a couple of men will be
as safe as 20 going back to the fort.

Couple of men?

If we run into Ulzana, Lieutenant,
we are going to need all the men we got.

- Sergeant.
- Sir.

Want you to send two
men back with the wagon.

You got anybody
in particular in mind, sir?

No, you pick them.

Sir.

Roberts, Winfield, fall off. Prepare to
escort this wagon back to the Fort.

- Move them out, Sergeant.
- Troops, prepare to mount.

Mount.

Forward and walk.

No.

They don't get in the house, my house.

No drunk fellow get me.

You won't get this farm away
from me, see. No you don't.

Nobody frightens Rukeyser.

Nobody.

No.

Alright, I'm ready for you.

Come on, come on.

You hear me?

Come on, show your face.

Show your face.

God.

God.

You take all the praise and all the glory.

You take all the praise
and all the glory.

- Halt.
- Dismount them here, sergeant.

Prepare to dismount.

Dismount.

Is he in there?

No.

McIntosh.

Oh my God.

Fire is about 2 hours and maybe
an hour and a half old.

They'd have watched him for a while.
They're not far ahead.

- What's that in his mouth?
- A dog's tail.

- Why?
- Apaches got a sense of humor.

You'd recognize they
just find some things funny.

Suit me fine if I never saw
another Apache in my whole life.

I was out after Nana in
81 with Lieutenant Gilpoil.

I was a corporal then.

You know, we rode for 3 weeks. We never
did see one of those murdering bastards.

He's probably up in
them hills right now,

Feeding on Rukseyer's dog and
thinking he's made a good start.

Tomorrow we're going to
wear down some portions.

Right. Good night McIntosh.

- Good night.
- Good night.

Young post double pickets on the stock
sergeant, put pickets on perimeter guard.

Relieve at first light and prepare
to move out by half the hour.

Ke-Ni-Tay...

- I want to ask you something.
- Alright, turn it off.

Let's get some sleep.

Why are your people like that?

Why are they so cruel?

What is the reason?

It's how they are.

But why?

It's how they are.

They have always been like that.

Are you like that?

Would you kill a man like that?

Yes.

Why?

To take the power.

Each man that die...

the man who kill him...

take his power.

Man give up his power when die.

Like fire give heat.

Fire that burn long time...

many can have heat.

You mean...

torture a man for hours,

and you get power from watching
some poor creature suffering?

What kind of power is that?

Here in this land...

man must have power.

You not know about power.

I want to know.

I want to understand.

Ulzana is long time in the agency.

His power very thin.

Smells in his nose are
old smell of the agency.

Old smell.

Smell of woman...

smell of dog...

smell of children...

man with old smell in their nose,

is an old man.

Ulzana came for new smell.

Pony running...

the smell of burning...

the smell of bullet for power.

Soldier pack with a wagon, no power.

Woman, no power. No pleasure.

Why didn't they kill the boy?

Man cannot take power from boy.

Only from man.

Then Ulzana will want to kill many.

Many.

Do you hate Apaches, Mr. McIntosh?

No.

Well, I do.

Well, it might not
make you happy, Lieutenant,

but it sure won't make you lonesome.

Most white folks hereabout
feel the same as you do.

Why don't you feel that way?

Like hating the desert
because there ain't no water on it.

For now, I can get by just
being plenty scared of them.

Troops, halt.

Ever eat dog, Lieutenant?

- No, can't say I have.
- Tasty enough if you get it young.

- Which way you think they're headed?
- Ke-Ni-Tay?

They will take us
where it's hard to follow.

Where will he fight us?

He don't mean to fight you no-place, Lieutenant.

He only means to kill you.

You know Ulzana?

His wife my wife's sister.

Sisters?

His wife is ugly.

My wife not so ugly.

Detail, halt.

Damn.

What's he up-to, Ke-Ni-Tay?

Ulzana wants to make you run now.

He wants us to kill some horses.

You know how soldiers walk?

Apache walk better than soldiers.

Troops, at a walk.

Going to be like this
all the way, Sergeant?

Halt, troops. Halt.

- How long?
- Sunrise or a little later.

Lieutenant, a horse apple
dries out at a certain rate.

It's pretty solid.

Ke-Ni-Tay figures on
four, maybe five hours.

What do you think?

I ain't about to argue with no Apache
about horseshit. He's the expert.

Well, we're not gaining on him.

Only way to gain is push the horses till
they get the staggers, then catch up on foot.

Ulzana would like that just fine.

I sure as hell don't want to be on foot
around any horse-backing Apaches.

Well, what's the point, Mr.
McIntosh, if we can't close the gap?

Remember the rules, Lieutenant.

First one to make a mistake
is to burying some people.

How long are you out from the East?

- East?
- The academy.

Oh, about six months.

They'd sure all be proud if they could
see you now, lieutenant.

- Alright Sergeant, bring them on.
- At a walk.

Halt.

What's wrong?

- We have a problem, Lieutenant.
- What sort of a problem?

Well, Ke-Ni-Tay thinks all the
horses are running without riders.

Except for two, a lead
horse and an end horse.

- You mean they drop-up behind us?
- That's right, ways back.

Is he sure?

He's pretty sure.
Signs show ponies running light.

- I suppose he'll try an ambush.
- No, I don't think so, Lieutenant.

He just trying to
stretch us out into them hills.

Make us keep coming while
he circles round behind.

His ponies are going to be a lot fresher
than ours by the time they get to it.

And if we go chasing after them, there's
a good chance of becoming infantry.

But we don't...

he gets ahead of us.
Either way, he's smiling.

- Sounds like he has us.
- Well, like I said, Lieutenant...

first one to make a mistake
gets to digging in the ground.

What he's up to is pretty bright.

- Just might be we can outfox him.
- How?

By getting to his horses before he does.

That's us.

That's their horses.

Somewhere along that line, they'll
double back to pick up Ulzana.

Ulzana is back here.

Question is...

did he drop off to the right or to the left?

The other question is...

how wide the circle of those
ponies is going to make to the right,

or to the left...

on their way back to Ulzana.

Can you pick up their trail by night?

In broken country, no, not rise.

But 9 ponies strong together and pruning straight
it should be possible, if the moon is up.

How shall we divide the troops?

Send me and a galloper that way and
Ke-Ti-Nay and a galloper this way.

Either one of us cut trail, we'll
send the galloper to pick you up.

Alright, you'd better get started right away.

Who do you want for gallopers?
Any preference?

No as long as they don't talk too much.

- Pickets checked and at their posts.
- Good, Sergeant.

You impressed upon them
the need for constant alert?

I can't figure anybody needed the pressure.
I reckon Rukeyser did that pretty good.

- That the Bible you're reading, sir?
- Yes.

It's a gift from my father
on my last trip home.

- My father's a minister.
- So I heard tell, sir.

I wish I could ask him about the Apache.

What about them, sir?

Why did they do these terrible things?

I mean...

after all they are men, made
in God's image like ourselves.

Lieutenant, seems to me that...

the play sonnet that tells you...

by an eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth
is the only picture that they get on the Apache.

That's the way we ought to treat them.

Christ taught us another way, sergeant.

Yes, he did, sir.

But Christ never fetched no
infant child out of a cactus tree

and waited around for two hours until
it died so he can bury it, did he, sir?

- No.
- I did.

Ain't nobody going to tell me to turn
the other cheek to no Apache, sir.

They crossed behind us.

You ride to the lieutenant, bring
him back to pick up the trail.

Tell him to come awful quick
and follow it all the way.

Right turn.

Morning, Lieutenant. Glad you got here.

- What happened?
- I caught up with their ponies.

- How many were there?
- About 9.

- Hostiles, I mean.
- Two.

There's one of them, dead.
Other one's hit, though.

He laid up for a while beyond
that rise and moved on.

Sergeant, check for
signs behind that rise.

Hayle, Buckley fall out, follow me.

Troops. Prepare to dismount.

Dismount.

They're on foot.

A mighty fair description
of men without horses, Lieutenant.

And then we should
pursue them immediately.

Ulzana is going to be mighty tough
to spot from now on, Lieutenant.

We'd better wait for Ke-Ni-Tay.

I was given the understand that you
could follow a trail as well as any Apache.

Well, you was given the
understand wrong, Lieutenant.

Mr. McIntosh, I want to press on.

You're the fellow who gives the
orders. Just saying my say.

He was there, sir.

He's gone now. You hit him, alright.

Is it a trail you can follow, Sergeant?

I figure I could, sir,
unless he runs out of blood.

All right, take one man
and go after him. We'll catch up.

Lieutenant...

Ain't worth the trouble.

No chance of him getting back to Ulzana.

He just crawl away and die someplace.

He may not die.

I recall you saying that Apache war
parties come in all sizes, a kind of...

- 100 warriors and a kind of 1.
- So I did.

Since we have to wait for Ke-Ni-Tay, I
suggest utilize the time the best we can.

- Sergeant.
- Yes, sir.

Miller.

- Yes, Sergeant.
- Fall out. You're with me.

- Corporal. Post sentries.
- Yes, sir.

Sentries, out.

- Now.
- Cut him.

- Cut him.
- That's it, that's the way.

Cut it out.

Cut it clean out.

Dirty Apache dog.

What's the meaning of this?

He got a trooper's side-gun, sir.

- It's Ulzana's son.
- That isn't make it different.

They cut up Horowitz pretty bad.

Apaches don't like
when you do this to their dead.

Spooks.

I want that boy buried.

You understand?

Bury him.

What's bothering you, Lieutenant?

Is that Ulzana's son?

- So I believe.
- So you believe?

Why wasn't I told that
Ulzana's son was one of them?

Would it have made a difference
to anything if you'd known?

Well, It might've made me feel
that I was the officer in command.

That's fair enough, Lieutenant.
I was wrong not to mention it.

Well, killing I expect, Mr.
McIntosh, but mutilation and torture,

I cannot accept that as readily
as you seem to be able to.

What bothers you, Lieutenant...

is you don't like to think of
white men behaving like Indians.

Kind of confuses the issue, don't it?

Rider coming in.

Ke-Ni-Tay and the galloper. All we need
is your hunting party, Lieutenant.

We'll be on our way.

Ke-Ni-Tay thinks
Ulzana will head for water...

then try to gather up some horses.

Well, I might've made
those deductions myself.

We're a horse short, Lieutenant.

Ke-Ni-Tay will give you his.

Apaches walk better
than soldiers, remember?

Corporal, take care
of Mr. McIntosh's field gear.

Yes, sir.

- Column to the left.
- Forward walk.

I've get your horse.

Rider coming in, sir.

- It's Sergeant Burns.
- Detail halt.

Report, Sergeant.

Miller is dead from wounds...

sir.

And the hostile?

Dead...

sir.

All right, I want a
full report at next camp.

There ain't a whole lot more, sir.

Not unless you want to know
how Miller felt about dying.

- Bring them on, Corporal.
- Yes, sir.

Forward and walk.

We had a trail,
Lieutenant, but it's gone.

Off light impossible to
follow on these rocks.

I want to catch up with him.

Horses are almost broke down.
They need rest and feed.

Ulzana needs horses.

Hardly a dozen around headed
in a thousand miles of here.

Are you telling me that we're winning?

I'm trying to tell
you what things are like.

Ulzana can't lead a war party on foot.

- He has to steal...
- More horses, I know.

Sergeant, where is the
nearest homestead?

Riordans, sir. It's about 5 miles
along the edge of those foothills.

They got good water.

Any horses?

They might have 1 or 2,
sir, I don't know for sure.

Can this man be trusted to pick up
the trail if we leave him behind?

I trust him.

Right, we'll make for the
homestead. He can meet us there.

Sweet Jesus.

- Leave that body where it is.
- It's burying.

I want the Apache scout to do that.

Damn it, Lieutenant,
you're not making sense.

Now look Mr. McIntosh,
that used to be a white man.

Like yourself, a white man.

Now seems to me that you're the
one is not making any sense.

Mr. McIntosh.

Mr. McIntosh.

Mr. McIntosh.

- Give me a blanket.
- Coming up.

- Get the medical kit over here.
- Cut her loose, she's not dead.

Easy with her.

- How is she?
- About the same.

Are Apaches just as
cruel to their own women?

Ain't much of a life.

You live with an
Indian woman, don't you?

That's right.

Why do you do it?

That's the goddamndest question.

- I understand your sympathy for them.
- Sympathy?

Living with the woman.

You'd be well advised to stop
hating and start thinking, Lieutenant.

Because, you ain't
doing too well up until now.

Ke-Ni-Tay, I want to speak with you.

What is Ulzana going to do now?

Ulzana think of his son now.

In him, there is only to kill...

and the place where his son was.

It takes many dead to fill that place.

What is his plan to do?

Ulzana take two horses
from here. He need more.

If he not get them, his
men go back to the agency.

Apache not soldier.

Apache not sign paper to fight.

Only fight when it's good.

Are you telling me,
that the raid is over?

Ulzana must given
good power, many horse...

or the raid is finished.

How does he plan to get
this power and these horses?

From you.

He mean to kill you
and take all your horse.

How? Attack us in force?

What you going
to do about Mrs. Riordan?

Mrs. Riordan have to be
escorted back to the Fort Lowell.

How many men you're going to send?

Six, with Sergeant Burns.

- Split your force.
- Well, I have no alternative.

You don't?

What do you mean? Mrs. Riordan
has to go back to the fort.

Apaches normally rape
women prisoners to death.

They can't take permanent captives.

- Why do you suppose they spare Mrs. Riordan?
- Maybe they thought she was dead.

Ulzana leave woman for you to find.

He know you send her back. He
attack the soldier you send.

The problem with fighting the Apaches
is predicting what they'll do next.

When you know that, you're in a chance.

We force Ulzana to attack
and then we counter-attack.

- So we strengthen the detail...
- Or weaken it.

You got to give them the odds
if you want to coax them out.

I see that.

Will be very dangerous for the escort...

- and Mrs. Riordan.
- And Mrs. Riordan.

It's fish or cut bait, Lieutenant.

But you'd be wise to
listen to what Ke-Ni-Tay said.

Them bucks of Ulzana are going to get mighty
tired of roaming around them mountains.

With nothing to eat but berries.

Pretty soon they going to start thinking of the
agency beef and laying up with their wives.

- Mrs. Riordan...
- I want to wash.

- I have to wash it off.
- Mrs. Riordan...

- Mrs. Riordan.
- I want to wash. Please, I want to wash.

I have to wash it off.

It won't come off.

It won't come off.

It won't come off.

God damn.

Let me be. Let me be.

Damned Indians.

Peter wanted to die.

Oh God, how he wanted to die.

I can assure you, Mrs. Riordan,
that everything will be done...

Why do they do that?

Hell, they don't treat
their own women much better.

Alright, if you need anything,
just call, will be someone to hear you.

Lad, if they come back...

promise me, you won't let them take me?

- I don't want you to worry.
- Promise me.

- Promise me.
- I promise.

Thank you.

That poor woman is almost crazy.

Can you imagine watching her
husband die like that?

I hate to expose her to
further danger tomorrow.

- I suppose there's no other way.
- Don't you want Ulzana?

I do, Mr. McIntosh.

I want him.

You be safe with this escort,
Mrs. Riordan. It's a good road back.

I hope to meet you back in Fort Lowell
under happier circumstances.

Sergeant, take them on.

You'll have to make it look good, Lieutenant.

Ulzana will be watching to make sure
you take his bait, before he takes ours.

I understand.

- Good luck.
- And to you.

Come right.

Halt.

Detail halt.

Dismount.

I thought you're going
to let them pull us out?

Out?

If we follow them all the way, it'd be too
far off to ride back to help Mr. McIntosh.

If we can turn back too soon, it'd
warn them and won't attack.

So the matter is picking
the right time is crucial.

Apache is calling you up, sir.

- What is it?
- Ulzana want to take you up there.

Mountain of fire. His mind is clear.

- Then we must go.
- No.

Where he will take you, you can not go.

If you will go, you not
ride back to help McIntosh.

Yes, but it's too
early to ride to McIntosh.

March to see what we do.

Isn't that so? How many are watching?

One man see as many as ten.

- Can we find him and kill him?
- You can not.

But Ke-Ni-Tay can?

But will he?

Ke-Ni-Tay sign paper.
Ke-Ni-Tay soldier.

Alright, find him and kill him.

Give me your long glass.

When you see it make a light...

like this,

- you must ride back to McIntosh.
- Alright.

- Corporal, call the men out.
- Yes, sir.

- We're going through Dog Canyon, right?
- That's right.

- You're expecting them to jump us?
- Could happen.

You're not fooling me, McIntosh.
It's supposed to happen.

And then Lieutenant DeBuin
is supposed to just ride up

and save us, when we're done to
our last bullet, ain't that right?

Something like that.

Something like that?

Putting a hell of a lot of trust
in a man who can't tell an inside

curve from a three-legged horse.

All right, how do you figure
they're going to hit us?

Well, it don't seem likely.
These horses they're after,

You keep them tucked away safe.

And if the worst comes to it,
shoot them.

- Shoot them?
- Shoot them.

The army don't take very kindly
the sergeants shooting their horses.

Maybe so, but they'll take it a lot less kindly
than seven Apache bucks riding them off.

Right, I'll pass the word.

- Not so it bothers her.
- Right.

Wagon out.

Keep your eyes open.

How long you figure he'll take?

I don't know.

You really trust that Apache, sir?

I don't think we have much choice.

There, halfway up
the side of that cliff.

- See it?
- That's it, found him.

Let's go, let's move.

Mount, let's move.

Come on, let's go.

- Can we go through fast?
- Let's set a while.

Set a while?

Got to give Ke-Ni-Tay
time to flush the lookout.

Dismount.

Rest your horses.

God damn.

Get those horses.

- Those horses, don't let them get away.
- Come on.

They're on both sides.

- Let's get the hell out of here.
- No, get off your horses and walk them.

Use them as a shield.

Stay behind your horses.

Don't break off. Stay
down. Stay together.

The wagon. Get the wagon.

Into the rocks, under damn rocks.

Help me, Sergeant. I'm hurt bad.

- Help me.
- Come on, grab a hold.

Come on.

McIntosh.

I'm coming in.

Mrs. Riordan, he's hit.
Would you look after him?

Ain't it that bad,
there's no sense bother her.

That somebody shoot me, please.
Please, shoot me up.

In the name of sweet Jesus.
Somebody shoot me off.

Where the hell is that lieutenant?

Forward and gallop.

You two alright?

- Sweet mother Mary.
- What day is it?

What?

What day is it?

Wednesday.

Sure don't look like Wednesday.

Wednesday...

The wagon sir, somebody is moving.

- What?
- By the wagon.

Prepare to dismount.

Dismount.

- Frederickson, look after Mrs. Riordan.
- Jack, take care of the horses.

- I'll help you ma'am.
- Smithers, Scot, lend a hand.

We came as fast as we could.

Ulzana ran out
when you play your music.

We wanted you to know we're coming.

Trick...

was not to let Ulzana know.

Careful with him.

Set him easy.

Alright, get some bed tarps
here and make a shelter.

On the double.

Move that wagon out.

All these men.

If only I'd...

Don't start iffing, man.

Made your pick, live with it.

Hell, Lieutenant...

there ain't none of us right.

- Say no to a smoke though.
- I've got the makings.

Good Boy.

Corporal, get a detail
to bury those Apaches.

Bury them, sir?

- Bury them.
- Yes, sir.

- Graves detail.
- Don't suppose making cigarettes.

Is one of your
accomplishments, Lieutenant?

No, sorry.

Never mind.

You'll learn.

That will be Ke-Ni-Tay.

It's time we were
getting you on the wagon.

Only cause me a lot of suffering.

You can't stay here.

It'd be two days before we got back.

You'd die.

Hell, Lieutenant, I'm
going to die anyway.

- Not if we get you to the surgeon.
- You won't get me to the surgeon.

You might not get me to that wagon.

What about your...

Burial?

Being another one of those
black markers back at the Fort...

don't have much appeal for me.

- I'll leave a detail behind.
- The hell you will.

I ain't sitting around passing the time of day
with no bunch of gravediggers.

Now goddammit, Lieutenant...

let me sit.

It's not Christian.

That's right, Lieutenant...

- it's not.
- Rider coming in.

You're right, it's Ke-Ni-Tay.

Troop are ready to move, sir.

Mr. McIntosh will be staying
behind at his own request.

Yes, sir. What about Ulzana?

Bury him.

They most like to see the
body, sir, or at least the head.

- They'll see my report.
- Yes sir, I'll see to it.

No.

I see to it.

Alright, Corporal.

Mr. McIntosh.

Mr. DeBuin.

Scout.

Mount up.

Prepare to mount.

Mount.

- Ready to move out, Corporal?
- Yes, sir.

Let's move them out.

Forwards at a walk. Go.

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