All language subtitles for trt 54

Nice shooting, Creever.

Well, I couldn't miss, sir.
He was coming right at me.

Pakawa didn't miss, either.

I'd better get that
out of there, for you, sir.

[GRUNTING]

I sure wish I had
a drink of whiskey
for you, sir.

No, Creever!
No, it's in too deep.

You'd better break off
the shaft and get me
back to the fort.

Doctor Gibson can
dig out the head.

Doctor Gibson?

Well, all right, sir,
if that's the way
you want it.

[SIGHS]

Draw sabers.

We got Pakawa, sir,

but Major Vandergrift
got wounded in the leg.

One...

Now then,
hold him steady, soldier.

Doc, you sure
you're all right?

Sure, I'm sure.

Don't joggle him so.

Incision.

Clamp.

You see, soldier?

Yeah, yeah,
I see it.

One little pull.

[EXHALES]
There she is.

Doc, the blood!

Linens, quickly!

Hello, Creever.
Have any trouble with Pakawa?

A little, sir.
Major Vandergrift, in the leg.

Van! Where is he?

-The doctor's operating.
-Operating!

Doc, you've got to stop it!

Linens, more linens, quickly!

-Gibson! What's the matter?
-It's the femoral artery.
I can't locate it.

It won't stop bleeding, sir!

It was unavoidable,
I swear.

You butcher!

You murdering butcher!

-Captain Blake! Captain Blake!
-Blake! Blake!

Stop it!

He murdered Van!

-That's not true!
-I'll report him
for this, Colonel.

Get to your quarters.

So with all respect, sir,
I must state

that you have compelled
me to entrust the lives

and the health
of my command

to the incompetents,
the drunkards and the misfits

that have been
assigned to me by the
Army Medical Department.

I urge you to send
better surgeons

than the last three
we've had, or none at all.

Send that
to the Surgeon General,
Washington, D.C.

Straighten up there.

Creever.

I want those supplies put
in the wagons just as soon as
the train pulls in.

Yes, sir.

We want to get a good start
to the fort before sundown
with those new rifles.

We'll have 'em loaded, sir,
before you can say
George Armstrong Custer.

-[TRAIN WHISTLE BLOWS]
-Hey, it's running
a little early today.

Only two and a half
hours late.

My, they give you
a real reception out west,
don't they?

Funny, they've never run
after me like that before.

Shows how they've
missed you, Aunt Martha.

-Nice to have you back.
-Thank you, Peter.
It's good to be back.

-How's Ethan?
-The Colonel's fine, ma'am.

Says he can hardly wait
to see you and Miss uh...

All right, all right,
just control yourselves,

I'll introduce everybody.

Miss Laurie MacKaye,
Captain Peter Blake.

-Welcome to the west,
Miss MacKaye.
-Thank you, Captain.

AUNT MARTHA: And
Lieutenants Raymond
and Finlay.

-How do you do, ma'am?
-Howdy, ma'am.

My, what handsome officers.

Miss MacKaye,
I've got three hundred
and five dollars

and two saddles and
a brace of dueling pistols
my grandpa left me.

I know this ain't much
to get married on, but uh...

-What?
-Don't take his proposal
too seriously, Miss MacKaye,

at least until you've
considered mine.

My goodness, you too?

I'm the reserved type.
I'm waiting for
a moonlight night.

Are they all like this,
Aunt Martha?

It's the heat, I think.
Just ignore them.

Ignore them? What a vacation
I'm going to have.

That's what I'm afraid of.

But you haven't met the
handsomest one of them all.
Didn't Van come with you?

What's the matter?
He's all right, isn't he?

No, he's dead.

But how did it happen?

A renegade Kiowa,
Mrs. Walters.

Major Vandergrift got an
arrow in his leg.

In his leg?

Yes, and Dr. Gibson
did the rest.

I'm beggin' your pardon, sir,
the supplies are loaded.

Thank you, Creever.
This way, ladies.

-Excuse me, are you
from Fort McCulloch?
-Yes.

I'm the new post surgeon,
Dr. Seward.

I was wondering
about transportation.

Right behind you, back to
wherever you came from.

-Peter!
-We met Dr. Seward
on the train.

-Oh?
-He wasn't very sociable,

-but he's quite a good
doctor, I think.
-Thank you.

I fainted from the heat,
and he took the proper steps.

A difficult case.

My orders are to report
to the commanding officer
at Fort McCulloch.

Orders? What orders?

A Lieutenant.

So now they're handing
out commissions.

Very well, Lieutenant.
Do you have a uniform?

Yes, I had it made
in New York.

Creever.

See that Lieutenant Seward
is in uniform and back
in five minutes.

-Yes, sir.
-Then get him a mount.

You can ride, can't you?

Well, I...

Well, you'll have to unless
you want to walk sixty miles.

This way, ladies.

This way, sir.

That wasn't exactly
a rousing welcome.

Oh-oh, well, you mustn't blame
the captain too much, sir.

It's very disappointing, sir.

What's disappointing,
Sergeant?

Well, I hoped that perhaps
maybe you might

have some of the more valuable
medicines with you, sir.

Like some rare old Irish
whiskey, for example.

I'm afraid I didn't bring any
whiskey, Sergeant, but...

I might order some.

-What's it needed for chiefly?
-Uh... Sunstroke, sir.

And for the chill that comes
in the night in the desert.

You know, this is
a fearful unpleasant climate
out here, sir.

-It's a deadly climate.
-Is that so?

Is the death rate pretty high?

Well, same as it is back east,
one to a person.

Well, if you have
your uniform on, sir, we...

Is... Is it all right?

Well, it's dazzlin', sir.

Frankly, it's the first time
I've ever worn it,

and I feel
a little silly somehow.

Yes. Well...

I think it might be better,
sir, if you walked out
behind me.

[CLEARS THROAT]

[GIGGLES]

Left by twos.
March ho!

What kind of Indians do you
have out here, Sergeant?

Kiowa, sir.

Although, every now and then
some wanderin' Comanches

ride through, just to
prove their manhood.

But Kiowas mostly.

Old Satanta's reservation
is only a few miles
from the post.

Oh, I see. Then they're
all on a reservation.

Yes, sir. One mile of land
for every five square Indians.

Well, Sergeant, does that
mean they're all tamed?

Tamed, is it? Well...

Sir, you would never say
that if you'd ever campaigned
against 'em.

It took one of the toughest
winters in fifty years
to get 'em out.

Starved, half frozen.

-BLAKE: Company.
-TROOPER: Company.

BLAKE: Halt!

-Prepare to dismount!
-TROOPER: Prepare to dismount!

BLAKE: Dismount!

Where are
your sidearms, mister?

I didn't think surgeons
were supposed
to carry arms, Captain,

according to regulations.

Redskins don't observe
the rules of war, mister.

In fact, they've never
heard of them.

Sergeant, pistol,
cartridge belt and carbine
for Lieutenant Seward.

-And you might show him
how to use 'em.
-Yes, sir.

-Are you ladies comfortable?
-Is anything ever
comfortable in the army?

Every bone in my bustle
is bruised.

And you, Miss MacKaye?

I'm quite comfortable,
thank you, just lonesome.

Can't you ride
with us, Captain?

I'd like to, but I'm afraid
it would make me

unpopular with Finlay
and Raymond.

And if either of them rode
with you, he'd be unpopular
with me.

Oh. Well, how about
Dr. Seward then?

He's unpopular already.

I'll speak to him
at once, ma'am.

Like this.

Yes, sir.

Haven't done much riding,
have you, Doctor?

After today I will have.

Still twenty more miles
before we make camp.

And twenty more tomorrow
before we reach
Fort McCulloch.

Maybe you'd prefer
to ride in the ambulance
with the ladies?

Miss MacKaye has taken
pity on you. She invites you
to join her.

Thank her, but I'm finding
this quite an experience.

I could make it
an order, Lieutenant.

Yes, you could, Captain,
but you won't.

Because you've got
too much of a dislike
for doctors.

I guess I do, mister.
You might as well know it.

Your predecessor was
a drunkard, the one before
him, a drug addict,

and before him, a sadistic
butcher who was never happy

unless he had a knife
in his hand.

Gives a man something
to live up to, doesn't it?

Now they send us schoolboys.

-Prepare to mount!
-Prepare to mount.

Mount!

Forward!

-Forward!
-Ho!

I'll bet his bustle'll
be bruised.

♪♪ The other night while
I was sparking
Sweet Turlina Spray

♪♪ The more we whisper'd
our love talking
The more we had to say

♪♪ The old folks and
the little folks... ♪♪

A woman's voice,
there's nothin' more
heart-warmin', is there, sir?

Unless it's a little nip
of Irish Whiskey

when the night chill
is setting in.

Well, right now I'd be
willing to trade them both
for a good feather bed.

♪♪ Surprise and prying eyes,
why kiss me quick and go

♪♪ Oh kiss me quick
and go my honey

♪♪ Kiss me quick and go,
to cheat surprise
and prying eyes

♪♪ Why kiss me quick and go

♪♪ Soon after that
I gave my love
a moonlight promenade ♪♪

Do you know the last time
I heard that song, sir?

I was home in Ireland,
in the County Cork,

in a little
vine-covered saloon.

[CHUCKLING]

[HUMMING]

[MUSIC CONTINUES]

♪♪ And fetch me back some
Irish Whiskey

♪♪ I'm feeling mighty low

♪♪ Oh kiss me quick and go,
my honey... ♪♪

[MUSIC CONTINUES]

[GUNSHOT]

What was that?

Who fired that shot?

Sentries report!

SENTRIES: Post number one,
all's well.

Post number two, all's well.

Post number four, all's well.

-Post number three, report.
-That's Creever.

The trouble is
at the wagon, sir.

-What happened?
-I don't know exactly.

I heard something.
I saw some people
moving around.

People? You mean Indians?

-They were Indians, all right.
-Were they Kiowas?

-How should I know?
-Well, how many of them
were there?

I don't know. It didn't seem
like many at first,

then I got up to
investigate and then...

Investigate! Who asked
you to investigate?

-It all happened so fast.
-Why didn't you give
the alarm at once?

And why don't you
stop shouting?

At least I wasn't leading
a community sing!

Creever! Where's Creever?

He's over here, sir.

-Check the supplies.
-Yes, sir.

Are you all right, Dr. Seward?

Why, yes. It's nice
to have someone ask.

He's got a bad cut.

Even I can see that, Doctor.

Captain, they got away
with ten of the new repeaters
and four boxes of cartridges.

-Ten repeating rifles!
-Yes, sir.

Have the men saddle up
at once, Mr. Raymond.

Are we going after them,
tonight?

-We're getting to the fort
as fast as we can.
-Yes, sir.

Just a minute, Captain.
This man may have a fracture.

-Can you move your left arm?
-Yes.

All right, now see if you can
wiggle your fingers.

You mean like that, sir.

Well, there's no sign
of a fracture.

I think he'll be all right.

How are you feeling, Creever?

Oh, is that you, sir?

Oh, I'm fine, I'm fine.

Take more than an Indian ax
to put you away.

-Step to it, Mr. Raymond.
-Yes, sir.

I'm sorry, ladies, but I'm
afraid you won't be getting
much sleep tonight.

And until we get those
rifles back, there won't be
much sleep for any of us.

Sound assembly.

[HORN BLOWING]

Well, he shouldn't wake up
until we reach the fort.

-I'm sorry about
Sergeant Creever.
-Oh, he'll be all right.

I'm sure he will.
It's just that...

Well, this is the first time
a man had to be hit
over the head

before another man
would ride with me.

-Did you arrange that?
-Well, no.

But the fates must
have taken pity on me.

I've never seen a man
so wrapped up in his work.

Five days on the same train,

and you never took your nose
out of your medical books,

until I fainted.

That was something you did
arrange, wasn't it?

Yes.

[CHUCKLES]

Well, things should be
better for you now.

You're among men who've
been in their jobs longer.

They can relax and
notice a pretty girl.

Oh, so you did notice.

[CREEVER MUMBLING]

Oh, is there anything
we can do?

Not a thing. He's just
dreaming of those Indians.

You'd better try and
get a little rest.

Doctor's orders?

Let's say recommendations.

Good night, Doctor.

Good night.

"G" troop returning.

BLAKE: Ho!

Four men!

-WALTERS: Martha, dear.
-Ethan, darling.

-Who's that, Captain?
-Creever, sir.
Nothing serious.

Laurie.

-Easy, men.
-This way, Doctor.

Don't they ever
air this place?

Put him down on that.

Where are the rest
of the supplies?

As far as I know,
this is it.

Doc Gibson never
used much except

calomel, croton oil,
quinine and whiskey.
Mostly whiskey.

-I'll get my own bag.
-I'll fetch it for you, sir.

Thank you.

-How's the head, Creever?
-Well, now, sir,
I know it's still there.

But now,
if I just had a little nip
of the right stuff, sir,

-it would give me that...
-It would give you
a real headache.

The colonel's
compliments, sir.

Would Dr. Seward report
to headquarters at once.

Tell him I'll be there
as soon as I can.

-But, sir...
-Here you are, sir.

Thank you.

The colonel wants to see you,
and he said at once.

I heard you. Pardon me.

Uh... I'll explain
to the colonel.

It's good to have a doctor
on the post, Doctor.

They could just as easily
be Comanches.

I'm certain
they were Kiowas, sir.

Probably knew we were
going for supplies, waited
their chance, hit,

hightailed it back
to the reservation.

Well, if they were Kiowas,
they're more apt to be
off in the hills somewhere.

The head count'll tell us
who's missing, sir.

Hmm, maybe.

-Dr. Seward, sir.
-WALTERS: Oh, come in, Doctor.

This is Lieutenant Seward,
the new surgeon.
Colonel Walters.

-How do you do, sir.
-Welcome to
Fort McCulloch, Doctor.

Your first experience
in the army?

Yes, sir. I have my
orders here, sir.

Sorry to keep waiting, but
Sergeant Creever is in...

Yes, so Mr. Raymond explained.
How is Creever?

Well, I'll have to keep him
under observation
for a few days.

Sir, that hospital,
it's filthy.

The last doctor liked it
that way.

-Well, I don't, sir.
-I'm glad to hear it.

-Would you like
some coffee, Doctor.
-Yes, thank you.

Dr. Seward was so wonderful,
the way he discovered
those Indians.

If it hadn't been for him,
we might have all been killed.

All they wanted was to steal
some rifles, which they did.

Oh, you were wonderful too,
Captain. The way you
ordered everyone around.

Doctor, do you think you could
possibly identify any of the
Indians on that raiding party?

It would be mighty helpful
if you could.

Well, I don't know.
I didn't see them
too clearly, sir.

But if you saw some Kiowas,

couldn't you at least tell
whether they were dressed
the same?

I don't know, I might.

-Assemble the troop, Captain.
-Yes, sir.

You'd better finish
your coffee.

I want you to ride out
to the reservation
with Captain Blake.

Ride, sir?

Does he have to ride again,
so soon?

And I'd suggest you
change into something more
appropriate for riding.

Yes, sir.

Ho! Prepare to dismount.

-TROOPER: Prepare to dismount.
-Dismount.

Round 'em up, Sergeant!
Bucks, squaws,
every last one of 'em.

-Search those tepees!
-Yes, sir.

Get that scared look
off your face, mister.
It's bad policy.

Stay close to me.

Make them step lively over
there. Use your carbines.

TROOPER: Come on.
Keep moving. Keep moving.

Treating 'em a little rough,
aren't you, Captain?

I know my business, Doctor.

TROOPER: All right, you, move.

Hurry it up. Move on.

TROOPER: All right, all right.
Keep moving.

Why do soldiers come here?
What do they want?

You know what I want, Satanta,
ten carbines.

TROOPER: Hey, you there,
move on!

Ten like these, stolen
from our camp last night.

-Comanche maybe. Not Kiowa.
-I say Kiowa!

You'll save yourself
time and trouble
by turning them in now.

-No rifles.
-All right.

You've had your chance.

TROOPER: They're all
lined up, sir.

Come on, Doctor.

[BOY CRYING]

No one's going to hurt you.

This boy is sick.

Your son?

Sick, you understand?

That's no concern
of ours, Doctor! Over here.

-Come along.
-All right, move.

We'll go right down the line.

Well...

They just don't look
the same somehow.

As I said, I didn't see much,
except their moccasins.

Well, are they the same?

[SPEAKING NATIVE TONGUE]

My father tells me
you've come for rifles.

These are the rifles
of the Kiowa.

Where have you been, Red Leaf?

The soldier chief
knows everything.

-Why he ask me?
-I don't have to, I know.

Look at your horses.

You've ridden a long way.

Yes! Hunting so our
people can eat.

In the south, maybe,
where we camped last night?

Doctor, take a good look
at these rabbit-hunters.

How about that headband?

Or the scar?

-Or this amulet?
-No touch!

Don't let that scowl
frighten you, Doctor.

Take a good look.

I just don't know, that's all.

All right, Doctor.

Nothing except this
one old buffalo gun,
it's rusty at that.

[BOY CRYING]

[SPEAKING NATIVE TONGUE]

Now, no one's going
to hurt you. A high fever.

How long has he been
like this?

-Evil spirit enter him.
-I only wish I'd brought
my medicine.

Medicine man, you?

You too?

I'm Dr. Seward.

Isatai.

I know it's not very ethical
to interfere in another
doctor's practice,

but it looks to me as if
your patient has a case
of malaria.

Mal-ar-i-a?

I'm afraid so. I haven't any
quinine with me, but...

I'd like to suggest
that you keep him on liquids.

Hot soup.

No eat.
Starve out evil spirit.

Of course, that's one school
of thought, starve a fever.

But what I was thinking...

If you could make him
a good strong soup out of
one of those rabbits,

it might help.
You understand English,
don't you?

Talk English?

My name, Seward.

Your name?

Manyi-ten.

BLAKE: Mr. Seward.

I'll be right with you.

Manyi-ten.

Your son?

Mr. Seward, we're moving out!

He's a fine boy.
I hope you'll do as I said.

It's not your job to wet-nurse
the enemy, Doctor.

I'd hardly call a little boy
the enemy, Captain.

-BLAKE: Column of two.
-TROOPER: Column of two.

-BLAKE: Forward.
-TROOPER: Forward.

BLAKE: Hooo!

SEWARD: Captain Blake.

That boy's mother,
Red Leaf's wife,

did anything about her
strike you as being funny?

No Kiowa strikes me
as funny, mister.

-Well, that's just it.
Is she a Kiowa?
-Maybe not.

Kiowas took all
kinds of captives,

Comanches, Apaches, Sioux,
Arapaho, raised 'em as
their own. What of it?

Well, what others
did they take?

What do you mean?

She's lighter than the rest.
She's got good features.

And I'll swear she understood
every word I said.

She's a Kiowa squaw, mister.
That's all I want to know
about her.

I'd advise you to forget it.

-Well, how do you
like it, Creever?
-Well,

it's a joy to see
the old hospital looking
so clean

that a man wouldn't die
of shock the minute
he's brought into it.

Oh!

Is your head
still bothering you?

Uh, no, sir.
No, it's not my head, sir,
it's me jaw.

Well, let's take a look at it.

Oh, sir. I got a bad tooth
and it's killin' me.

You know, my father
in Ireland, sir,

he had the greatest
cure for this kind of thing.

Oh, he did? Well, I'd like
to know about it.

Well, if you just have
a little medicinal whiskey

to hold against
the aching tooth,
the pain goes right away.

That's interesting.

Medicinal whiskey, huh?

Oh, it's...

-Is that about right?
-Well, it's a
mighty big tooth, sir.

-Here you are.
-Ah, thank you, sir.

You hold it against the tooth,
is that it?

Yes, sir.
You shouldn't have
done that, Doctor.

I swallowed it.

-I'm sorry, Creever.
-Well, that's all right.

Here.

-Now, what are you doing here?
-You swallowed it again?

I couldn't help myself, sir.
I swear it.

-Well, maybe you couldn't.
-Now, if I could just
have one more, sir.

-You really think
it'll work this time?
-Oh, yes, sir. Yes, sir.

Maybe we'd better pull it.
Uh, no, no, no, sir. Huh.

-The whiskey is all
I'll need, sir.
-Are you sure?

Well, I told you about my
father in Ireland.

He never had a bad tooth
in his head, sir.

As a matter of fact,
there wasn't a bad tooth
in the entire house.

He should have been a dentist.

Yes, sir.

This is the last one
you can have, Creever.

-I've got to save a little
for emergencies.
-Uh...

You'd better say goodbye now,
so you won't forget again.

Yes, sir. Yes, sir.
Thank you, sir.

Goodbye, Doctor.

[CRASHING]

What can I do for you, Maria?

-Isatai want you come.
-Isatai?

-My people sick.
-Oh.

-Are they very sick?
-Yes. Young, old, many sick.

-Satanta, Red Leaf.
-Red Leaf too?

And Isatai wants me to come.

Manyi-ten tell him send
for you.

Oh, Manyi-ten.
She insisted on sending for
the white doctor, is that it?

Tell me the truth,
isn't Manyi-ten white?

-Manyi-ten Kiowa!
-All right.

I'll have to speak
to the colonel. He'll want
to send a patrol.

Isatai say you come alone.
No soldiers.

But I can't, Maria.
The colonel's given us orders

that no one is to go near
the reservation.

I say you not come.

Wait. Wait a minute, Maria.

Tell Manyi-ten...

No, I'll tell her myself.

I'll go.

-Good morning, Doctor.
-Good morning, Miss MacKaye.

I don't ever recall meeting
a man whose time was

more completely taken up
with other things
whenever I'm around.

Can't help it. A doctor
on a military post seems

to be a combination
of surgeon, dentist
and veterinarian.

My uncle's very pleased
with you.

-He is?
-Hmm-hmmm.

-But I'm not.
-You're not?

-I'm sorry to hear it.
-Are you, really?

Could I ask you
a personal question?

Well, that depends.
How personal?

Well, fairly personal,
I'm afraid.

Why did you
come out here?

To practice medicine.

Well, couldn't you have done
that in New York?

I might have.

But it's not as easy as you
think to build up a practice.

Is that the only reason?

The army offered me a chance
to practice medicine
for three years,

which was just what I wanted.

So I took it and I'm grateful.

Well, I guess
my hunch was wrong.

I thought maybe
there was a girl back home.

There were plenty of girls,
but no one girl.

-And you?
-There were plenty of men.

But no one man.

Seems to be the
same story here,

with Raymond and Finlay
and Blake and the rest
of the officers.

But you're not doing
your part.

It's your turn to take me
riding today.

Riding!

Yes. You're in the cavalry,
aren't you?

Yes, I am. But...

I can't say
that I really enjoy it yet.

You'd better go with one
of the other officers.

I'll go with Captain Blake.
He loves horseback riding.

It serves him right.

Goodbye, Doctor.

Enjoy your ride.

If you don't, my professional
services are always available.

It's amazing how far
you can see from
a little hill like this.

It takes a bit of getting
used to, after you've
lived back east.

-Yes.
-It must be pretty dull
for you here.

-No, it isn't. I love it.
-You do?

Of course.
I'm the center of attention
of four attractive men.

I wish you could think
of me as an individual, and
not just one of a quartette.

Don't I go riding with you
more than anybody?

Yes, but if Dr. Seward liked
to ride, it'd be different.

That's not so at all.

He begged me to
go riding with him today,
and I wouldn't.

I'm surprised at Seward.
He's really developed a
taste for riding, has he?

Oh, not, he still loathes it.

He said if I didn't
go with him, nothing in the
world would induce him to...

[HORSE NEIGHING]

Who's that?

-It's Seward!
-Dr. Seward? It can't be!

It is, though. I guess
he has developed
a taste for riding.

-Straight toward
the reservation.
-To the Indians?

-That's dangerous, isn't it?
-Yes. Dangerous and
against orders

until those rifles are found.
I'll have to go after him.

Will you go back and
explain to the Colonel why
I'm disobeying orders?

I will, right away.

I'm looking for Manyi-ten.

Manyi-ten not here.

You go.

[SPEAKING NATIVE TONGUE]

Isatai!

Well, I guess doctors
even get sick sometimes,
don't they?

Something people forget.

I have made strong medicine.

Try drive out fire
from body, but...

Maybe if we put
our medicines together.

Ah. If my medicine not work...

He's got malaria, all right.
And he's got it bad.

We'll have to get some quinine
into him.

-No! No!
-I'll need a
cup of water.

No! No! No!

-Thank you.
-No! No!

-Spotted Wolf.
-[PANTING]

No! No! No! No!

[BOTH SPEAKING NATIVE TONGUE]

Tanta, tanta, tanta!

Tanta?

[BOTH SPEAKING NATIVE TONGUE]

[PANTING]

Wait!

I take your medicine.

And then maybe my people
take too.

Tell me, what does
"Tanta" mean?

Tanta.

White.

Thanks.

I know what "Tanta" means now.

And I think I know what
he meant back there.

He was saying he
doesn't trust me
because I am white.

And that he doesn't
trust you for the same reason.

You've understood
every word I've said.

Your name isn't Manyi-ten.

What is it?

My parents

called me Theresa.

They drowned

crossing the Arkansas.

Now I am Manyi-ten,

wife of Red Leaf,
daughter of Satanta,

Chief of Kiowas.

You help my people
when they are sick.

I wish I could have done more.

My people not want
to live here.

Once they were free and happy.

Now here in this place,
they grow pale and die.

Long time ago, this land
belonged to our fathers.

Now when I go up
to the river,

I see only camp
of white soldiers.

They cut down our trees,
kill our buffalo.

And when I see this,
my heart feels like bursting.

I feel sorry.

You feel the same, don't you?

But these are not your people.

The little fella's
not much better.

How many are sick?

Twenty-two. Two already die.

Is that your only
water supply?

Yes.

Up there, in high country,
is good water.

Is that where the Kiowas used
to go in the summer?

Yes.

We don't know
what causes malaria,

but we do know that it's not
common on high ground.

You've got to
get away from this place.

Are you telling these people
to move, Doctor?

You're really trying to make
trouble, aren't you?

Please get some water.

No.

I'm trying to undo some of
the trouble you've made,

or whoever's responsible
for making them come here.

We won't argue about
that now, Doctor.

You've disobeyed orders
by coming here. Let's go.

Doctor, I said let's go.

Now we'll fix you up,
little fellow.

BLAKE: I said,
let's go, Doctor.

It's going to be all right.

Now, son, drink this.

You're under arrest.

Two people have already died
of malaria here.

Twenty-two more are sick.

Would you mind not shooting me
until after I've treated them?

MAN: Manyi-ten.
[SPEAKING NATIVE TONGUE]

The little fellow will be all
right now.

Red Leaf very sick.

[SPEAKING NATIVE TONGUE]

[SPEAKING NATIVE TONGUE]

[SPEAKING NATIVE TONGUE]

[SPEAKING NATIVE TONGUE]

[YELLING]

[ALL YELLING]

Comanches!

[GUNFIRE]

[HORSE NEIGHING]

[GUNSHOT]

[ALL YELLING]

[GUNSFIRE]

[YELLS]

[GUNFIRE]

[GUNFIRE CONTINUES]

Well, mister,
how do you like Indians now?

It's quite a report, Doctor.

Thank you, sir.

If anybody can catch
those bronco Comanches,
Blake can.

I'm sure he'll find
them, Ethan.

At least we know
who's got the rifles.

Now we have
a malaria epidemic
right on our doorstep.

I hope I can check it, sir.

Doctor, I'm going to have
to ask you not to go out
to the reservation again.

Why not?

Why not?

Because I'm giving
you an order, and this
time I want it obeyed!

I've got all our lives
to think of, the men, their
wives and their children.

I can't have you bringing
a Kiowa sickness in here.

Kiowa sickness!

They'd never be sick at all
if they hadn't been ordered
to stay where they are.

Well, maybe, maybe not.
Your report will go
to Washington.

But, sir, that'll take months.

That's right, Doctor,
so it will.

Until then, I have my orders,
and so have you.

I'm sorry, sir,
but I can't obey them.

Allen!

You can't obey my orders.

I expected orders when
I went into the army,

but not to withhold
treatment from the sick.

Lieutenant Seward, you're
confined to your quarters,
pending investigation.

-Sergeant!
-OFFICER: Yes, sir.

Take Mr. Seward
to his quarters.

Colonel Walters,

-are you going to let
the white girl die too?
-White girl?

-I told you her story.
-I've heard other
stories like it.

She made her choice.
She's a Kiowa squaw.

Not now, sir.

Her husband's dead.

She's still a squaw.

Once they've had an Indian's
baby, they're Indian.

She'll follow the custom
and marry her dead husband's
brother, Spotted Wolf.

She will? When?

As soon as the period
of mourning is over.

-I see.
-MARTHA: Doctor...

You're not interested
in this girl, are you?

Yes, I'm interested in her.

I'm interested in
any human being in trouble.

If she wanted to come back,
that would be different,
of course.

Does she?

No, but...

Laurie, you agree with me.

I don't know. I don't quite
see why you're so concerned.

I sure hate to tell the old
man we couldn't find
those Comanches.

After a day's rest
in the fort,
we'll go out again.

Yes, sir.

Mister, those ten
repeating rifles can mean
a hundred lives.

-There's no smoke from
the Kiowa camp.
-Sir, you're right.

It's as cold as a corpse.

They've been gone
at least a day, maybe two.

-You sent for me, Colonel?
-Yes.

Thanks to you, the Kiowas
have jumped the reservation.

-Is that so, sir?
-You're to blame for it!

You put this crazy bug
in their heads.

This nonsense
about the high country.
Do you deny it?

I don't wish to deny it, sir.

I only hope that following
my advice will help save
some of their lives.

Some of their lives!
Mr. Seward,

it's taken us years to get
those Kiowas settled down

on a reservation where
we could watch them.

And you've undone this
in a few days.

It's going to cost
the lives of my soldiers,

I don't know how many,
before I can get them back.

-Sir, those people belong
in the high country.
-High country!

You'll find out about
the high country,

and you'll find out
what it means to go
out on a fighting patrol.

[HORSES GALLOPING]

They must really
be pushing hard.

Comanches.

It sure is!

Kiowas will have to wait.

Right now our job is
to get those ten rifles back.

You take half the troop,
come in on them from
the other side.

When they see you,
they'll hightail it back
to where they came.

That's where we'll be waiting
for them.

-Good luck, Lieutenant.
-Yes, sir.

CREEVER: Kiowas!

BLAKE: They've joined forces
with the Comanches.

They've got Raymond in a trap.

[ALL YELLING]

Kiowas! Kiowas!

[GUNFIRE]

[SCREAMS]

Doctor! Over here.

There were more Indians
than we counted on, Captain.

I'm glad we've got
a doctor on the post.

Doctor...

I suppose now we chase
Kiowas some more.

Now we'll go back
with our wounded.

And dead.

[HORSE SNORTING]

TROOPER: Detail forward
to help the wounded.

Easy men. Help them down.

Let me help you.

Lay off of me, mister.

I don't want no help
from a wood-hawk.

Take care of that
one over there.

Into the hospital.

Never mind, Doc.

You put me here,
I'll get out by myself.

Take this,
you'll feel better.

You heard what he said, Doc.

He don't want any help
from a wood-hawk.

What's all this
about a wood-hawk?

A wood-hawk's a bird that
turns on his own kind.

Yeah, Doc, a renegade.

Miss MacKaye, would you
please give these men
their medicine?

-He told 'em to bring us here.
-Kiowa lover!

If it wasn't for him we
wouldn't be here.

-Wood-hawk!
-Wood-hawk!

-MEN: Wood-hawk!
-MAN: Yeah, that's him,
Dr. Wood-hawk!

Allen, they're so unfair.

-[KNOCKING ON DOOR]
-Come in.

What is it, Maria?

Say what you like,
it's all right.

You go with me.

Why, I can't leave.
There are soldiers
at the door.

Manyi-ten want you.

Manyi-ten! Where is she?

Outside.
You meet me by window.
I show you.

Did you hear that, Laurie?

She's left the Kiowas.
She's come back
to her own people.

-But how do you know?
-She's here, isn't she?

Maria, you go
and I'll meet you.

Allen! You're not
going to her?

-Of course I am.
-But you can't leave,
they'll court-martial you.

Laurie, this girl ran away
and came back here
because I urged her to.

Now I've got to help her.

Don't you understand?

Yes, I suppose I do.

I'm glad you've decided
to come back to us.

-No!
-What's the matter?

You helped me before.

You gave me warning
to leave place where
I was or die.

-Yes.
-Now I give you warning.

Leave this place, quick.

But why?

Now Kiowas and Comanches
join together.

They declare war.
They attack.

They kill you. Go.

Go away.

-Now, Doctor, just because
some Indian girl tries to...
-White girl, sir.

Tries to scare you with
a ridiculous story that...

I'm sure she's telling
the truth.

You've got to believe me.
There's going to be an attack.

-Colonel Walters.
-What is it, Blake?

Sorry to interrupt, sir,
but the sentries have
captured a Kiowa girl.

Bring her in.

-This the girl you were
talking about?
-Yes, sir.

-What's your name?
-Manyi-ten.

-Your people?
-Kiowa.

-I'm daughter of Satanta,
the chief.
-Mmm-hmm.

-Manyi-ten...
-Mr. Seward, I'm questioning
this girl!

Yes, sir.

Did you tell Mr. Seward
the Kiowas were going
to attack?

Have you anything to say?

Put her under guard.

Send Creever on a patrol.

If there's anything
big building up,

-he should find some
evidence of it.
-Yes, sir.

As for you, I suppose
I'll have to put up
with your interference

until your
replacement arrives.

You are dismissed, Doctor!

[ALL YELLING AND CHANTING]

[BOTH SPEAKING NATIVE TONGUE]

[SPEAKING NATIVE TONGUE]

[GUNFIRE]

-No sign of the patrol yet?
-No, not yet, sir.

[YELLING]

[GUNFIRE]

Colonel Walters!
Captain Blake!

It's the patrol, sir,
making a run for it!

-WALTERS: First and second
squads to the main gate!
-[HORN BLOWING]

WALTERS: Get some men
over to the unit.

BLAKE: "B" and "C" troops,
get up on top of the building.

-WALTERS: Finlay!
-BLAKE: Open the gates!

WALTERS: Get that gate closed.

Dismount. Fight on foot!

[YELLING]

Ammunition, here!

[SCREAMING]

Finlay!

[GRUNTS]

WALTERS: Get over and get
that gate closed!

[GUNSHOT]

Bringing in another wounded
man, Doctor.

You all right?

Yeah.

They're coming in now.

Put him down in there.

I'm sorry.

I just got a little dizzy.

Just take it easy, Finlay.

[GUNSHOT]

[HORN BLOWING]

Who took their weapons?
What's been done with them?

I think they've been returned
to the barracks, sir.

I want every man's pistol
and carbine by his
side at all times.

-Get them.
-Yes, sir.

Now you men listen.

I don't care how sick you are,

when that attack comes,
you'll man your posts somehow.

And at the word fire,
you'll fire,

even if you can't see
anything but the spots
before your eyes!

We can't let 'em know
that half our men are
down with malaria.

Or the next time there'll
be no stopping them.

Captain, these men can't
fight off another attack.

I know it and they know it.

Maybe, somehow,
we can bluff them.

You see, Doctor,
men have got to hope
for something,

even when in
their hearts they know
they're going to die.

Their families are
going to die

because you
disobeyed orders.

Because I disobeyed orders.

Allen.

All you were trying
to do was save lives.

I know that isn't wrong.

In this world,
I guess it is wrong.

You can't believe that

and be a doctor.

Does it matter if I'm
a doctor or not?

Allen!

The important thing is
I'm a wood-hawk.

I disobeyed orders.
I turned against my own kind.

Your own kind
is the human race.

Just because they don't
seem to realize it

doesn't make you wrong.

Don't...

Don't change, Allen.

Don't let them change you.

The medicine man, Isatai,
did he get well?

Then I must talk to him.
I must show him

the mistake his people
would be making.

They listen to him,
don't they?

Sometimes.

-I'll have to take the chance.
-Wait!

Give to Spotted Wolf.

He will know you
come as a friend.

Thanks.

Who rode out?
Who was it?

-That wood-hawk, sir!
-Seward!

Ridin' to
the Indian camp, sir.

If he tells them
we've got malaria...

-I could have put a bullet
in his back.
-I wish you had!

Open those gates.

May I talk to you?

They say that Dr. Seward
has deserted.

I saw him come in here.
Do you know why he left?

He go to Isatai.

He thinks he can talk
to Kiowas to make peace.

I knew it!

I knew he wasn't deserting.

Do you think they'll
listen to him?

No.

You don't?

And you don't care!

It doesn't matter much
to you, does it?

He may be killed.

And when your people attack,
we'll all be killed.
Except you!

I hope they will not attack.

Are you sure of that?

I hope Dr. Seward will come
back safe.

I'm a friend of the Kiowa.

Take me to Isatai.

Isatai!

Isatai?

Kiowas want war now.

Not peace.

But we don't want war, Doctor.

We're not killers, you and I.

It's our job to preserve life,
not take it.

-Too late now.
-But you'll be saving
your people.

Kiowa people want war now.

It will do you no good
to kill white men.

Others will come, many others.

You cannot stop them.

You're brave men, all of you,
Kiowas and Comanches,

but you can only
do yourselves harm
if you go on with this war.

But if you will go away
and do no more killing...

He came as a spy.

No! He came in peace.

He is not our friend.
He must die!

Spotted Wolf,
I am your friend.

Manyi-ten sent this.

Manyi-ten.

[CLAMORING]

They're coming, sir.

BLAKE: Bugler, sound arms!
Creever!

-Finlay, get some men
over to stable gate.
-[HORN BLOWING]

All right, men, come on now,
all of you, out of here.

BLAKE: Get to your posts.
On the double.

SENTRY: Small party of
approaching, sir.

-TROOPER: "B" Troop,
up on the roof.
-It's Seward!

-I thought you shot him.
-So did I.

That's far enough, Mr. Seward!

Wait here.

All right, Doctor.

What word do you bring
from your Indian friends?

I won't surrender,
if that's what they want.

That wouldn't do any good.

Satanta's son is
critically wounded.

He has a bullet at the base
of his brain.

And you're afraid he'll die?

Some of our men are in bad
shape, too, Doctor.

Aren't you worried about them?

I'm worried about all of you.

This whole thing's
a trap, sir.

He's told them our situation
here and they've come
to see for themselves.

Colonel, we know what kind
of a man this is.

A traitor to his own people.

All right, call me a renegade,
a Kiowa lover,

a man who can't be trusted,

because I looked upon
these people as human beings,
and tried to help them.

The only chance you've
got to save your lives,
all of your lives,

is for me to save
the life of this man.

And the only reason
you've got that chance

is because some of
them are convinced
that I'm their friend.

Are you going to let me
operate and try to save him,

or are you going to keep
us talking until he dies?

Suppose you operate
and then he dies?

Open the gate.

Two men, bring him
into the hospital.

Allen, they told me
you were...

I'm going to need some help.

Will you help me?

Tell me what to do.

They're sending
for that girl, sir.

-Manyi-ten?
-Yes, sir.

All right, go get her.

-Alert the men.
-Yes, sir.

Creever, alert the men.

Look lively now. Come on.

White doctor help my people.

Indians and soldiers,

white doctor treat all
alike, like brothers.

Now he gives my only
son's life back to me.

I will not make war
with you anymore.

I will do everything
in my power

to see that you
and your people

live in peace
in the high country.

[ALL CHEERING AND WHISTLING]

-Dr. Seward, sir. May I offer
you my congratulations.
-Thanks, Creever.

-And may I add, that I think
you're a very...
-Uh, Creever,

how's the toothache?

Oh. Why it's...

-Well, sir, now.
-You know, I thought so.

Wait for me in the hospital.

There's an old Irish
remedy I'd like to try.

[CHUCKLES]
You're a great man, Doctor.

You're a great man.

TROOPER: Draw sabers.

Present sabers.