All language subtitles for Bonanza - S01E04 - The Paiute War.eng

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You think I'd trade you this,
this beautiful cloth

for them few measly skins?

Not many beaver left
in mountains.

Too many hunters.

Well, that's your problem,
Injun.

You want some more cloth, you
bring us in some new skins.

Good skins, savvy?

But I told my wife here that
I'd get her new, bright cloths.

Oh, get out of here.

I got no time, no
nothing for Injuns.

Take these
skins with you.

No, wait a minute, Bern.

Party's been kind of dull
the past couple of days.

Well, Brother Mike, you found
some more booze, huh?

Yeah, I found
some more booze.

We go now.

Oh, what's your hurry,
friend?

You can have
all the cloth you want.

Just give us
some good pelts,

and we'll keep your squaws
till you bring 'em in.

No,

these wives.

I don't care
what they are.

We'll just hold onto 'em till
you bring in the pelts, huh?

(chuckles)

No, Mr. Wilson!

(yelling and screaming)

(laughs)

(talking indistinctly)

You get out of here, Indian.

You come back here again
and I'll kill you.

(man laughs,
woman screams)

You heard what
my brother said.

We'll kill you!

(laughter)

Yeah.

That's a little better, huh?

Now we got
a little more privacy.

(laughter)

(theme song playing)

Now, you boys have a good
time in San Francisco,

and be careful of
that Barbary Coast.

Don't want either one
of you shanghaied.

Pa, you just relax.

Yeah, Hoss gets
in any trouble,

I'll take care
of him, Pa.

(chuckling):
You just make sure

one of those spangly woman
don't take care of you.

BEN:
And get back
as soon as possible.

Now, business is
business,

but we need you back
here in the Ponderosa.

Now, git!

(laughs)

Hope they make out.

Ah, don't worry, Pa.

San Francisco's no worse
than Virginia City.

I'm gonna check
on those new steers

down at the bottom camp.

I'll see you at dinner.
Yeah, well, don't wait for me.

I got some business
in Virginia City.

(horse neighs)

(man mumbling)

(horse neighs)

(groans)

Bruno.

(groans)

What happened to you?

Ah.
Who did this?

They took my wife.

Your wife?

Wilson's... Wilson's Station.

They are drunk, them.

They have guns.

Numta's wife,
my wife.

And they did this
when you tried to stop them?

My wife-- they have her.

They will...
You don't have to tell me.

We'll get 'em.

Can you ride?

Numta ride to Ringnose...
for braves.

Ringnose is a hothead.

Why didn't he go to Winnemucca?

This is Paiute land,
not Bannock.

Numta say Shoshone people
not coward like Paiute.

He say Bannocks ride,
kill Wilson men.

If they attack Wilson's Station,

this whole country'll go
up in flames.

Come on, Bruno, we got
to beat them there.

Adam Cartwright.

Ringnose calls braves,
Adam Cartwright.

Then we still have time.

(horse neighs)

(slurring words):
I don't know
what's the matter with them.

You'd think we weren't
treating 'em right

or something.

(slurring words):
I've tried to be friendly.

I even offered 'em some
of this good booze.

Yeah.

All right, squaws, come on out.

Outside.

We're going to teach you
some manners.

Come on.
(women yelling)

Come on, what are you...?

Come on.

(laughs)

Come on,
you're going to have a drink.

No.

Look, when a white man offers
you a drink, you take it!

Let her go.

Cartwright.

What are you doing here?

I said let her go.

(grunts)

I wouldn't try it.

Now, drop it.

Easy.

Now kick it over here.

You, too.

What's all this fuss
over a couple of women?

Indian women.

Bruno, get 'em
back to the Ponderosa.

We'll take care
of 'em there.

(men grunting)

(groans)

Bern.

Bern?

(groaning)

Bern.

I'm sick.

That Cartwright stole our women.

Let's go get him.

Go on.

I'm sick.

Phil.

Phil, wake up.

Dirty squaw stealer.

Teach him
when I get him.

Dirty Indian lover.

We'll see
about that Adam Cartwright.

(gunfire, whooping)

Look inside.

(indistinct shouting)

No, no...!

(gunfire)

Enough.

We head for
Sun Canyon.

We go.

(whooping)

(gunfire)

(gunfire and whooping continue)

Quiet down,
quiet down, quiet down.

Give the man a chance.

All right, Wilson.

I heard that holler

and there was hundreds
of 'em all over the place

coming right at me, all
painted up and naked.

Who was it-- Winnemucca?

Yeah.

Yeah, that's who it
was-- Winnemucca.

Old Winnemucca hisself.

(chuckles)

Well, I had to git.

I started to ride.

I saw some of 'em break
into the station

and drag out Bern and Phil.

I heard 'em scream.

My own brother
and my partner,

and I couldn't do nothing
to help 'em.

It was awful.

ORMSBY:
But why?

Why Winnemucca
of all people?

Hey, them Paiutes
are running wild.

Killed seven or eight
men over in Sun Canyon.

Seven or eight men.

Do you know
who they were?

Not all of 'em, but
they flat butchered

Joe and Ellie Lawrence
right outside their cabin.

Killing women.

I don't need to
know no more.

Let's go get 'em!

ALL (clamoring):
Yeah!

Hold it, hold it!

I agree
the Paiutes must be punished.

If it's war, it's war,

but you just can't stampede
out the door.

We've got to get organized.

Maybe you're
right, Major.

You go ahead and
start organizing.

Well, I agree.

I wasn't a major
in the Army for nothing.

We'll do this the army way.

We'll get as many men as we can.

Oh, we'll get you
close to a hundred!

Don't reckon
we'll need that many

to handle a mangy mess
of Paiutes,

but anybody who wants to
join us, tell 'em to come along.

We'll march at daybreak.

(men clamoring)

Yee-ha, yee-ha!

BEN:
Stewart, you carry a lot
of weight around here,

more than anybody.

They say you're the first
citizen of Virginia City.

Now, you and I-- we haven't
always seen eye to eye,

but we both know

that an Indian war
would be disastrous.

Ben, I just don't believe it's
as serious as you make out.

You didn't see
them down there.

Ormsby's raising
an army.

It's hysteria.

Well,

Ormsby's no drunken fool.

He's a good soldier,
at least he used to be.

That has nothing
to do with it.

We just can't stand by
and let them march.

Did you talk to them?

With no chance
of being heard?

Anyway, I'm not
the man for it.

I need someone
like you.

someone from town,
someone they know.

All right, Cartwright,
I'll be there at daybreak,

but I don't believe
there'll be much of an army

once our brave soldiers
sober up.

Hmm, well...

doesn't take much of an army
to start an Indian war.

(door opens)

(door closes)

They'll be all right now.

They're in good hands.

I think it might
be a good idea

if you were to stay
here tonight.

Thank you,
Adam Cartwright.

Fools-- everybody's
gone mad.
What's wrong?

Oh, the Paiutes
ran wild.

Wiped out Wilson's Station,

killed seven or eight
people in Sun Canyon,

and now Virginia City's
gathering

an army to go after them.

Well, it wasn't the Paiutes,
it was the Bannocks

or the Shoshone tribe,
Ringnose's people.

What makes
you say that?

Bruno, Numta--

their wives are inside
being cared for.

Why? What happened?

Ah, Wilson and that
drunken brother of his,

they held them prisoner
and mistreated them.

So that's the truth
of the matter.

Well, why would Wilson

accuse the Paiutes
for what happened?

Shift the blame
from himself.

Protect his
own dirty skin.

Pa, we can't let them
attack Winnemucca
and the Paiutes.

We've got to stop
them tonight.

Oh, not tonight.

Dozens of them were
gathering when I left there.

Drunken, loud,
boisterous--

nobody could talk
to them tonight.

Well, what about
Bill Stewart?

They listen to him.
I've already
talked to Stewart.

Oh, he'll reason with
them in the morning.

But we better
be along, too.

Nobody will believe
it wasn't the Paiutes.

Oh, I felt like killing
those Wilsons myself when
I saw their women.

But why did Ringnose
have to kill those people

on his way back
to the mountains?

Oh... they're primitive
people, son.

Primitive and proud.

Once they've
tasted blood...

(indistinct shouting)

Turner, Wilson.

Yes, sirree, General.

This is a sorry army.

Where are all those
men you promised me?

Well, you know something,
General?

Overnight, most of them boys
sobered up.

(laughter)

Ah, we got enough.

All I want to do
is get out there

and shoot me some Indians.

(crowd laughing and agreeing)

You may have your
chance, Mr. Wilson,

with a few dozen men
against the Paiute nation.

(all clamoring)

All right, you men,
listen to me!

Listen to me!

What do you want
here, Stewart?

I want to stop you from making
fools of yourselves.

Ben, Ben Cartwright
knows Indians

better than any man
in Nevada.

Now, he tells me
that the Wilson Station massacre

was not done by the Paiutes.

But it was done
by the Bannocks

of the Shoshone tribe
higher up in the Sierras.

That's a lie.

Well, I was there, wasn't I?

You were there,
all right.

Maybe they ought to know
what you did there.

Listen to him.
Wasn't for Adam Cartwright,

this whole thing wouldn't
have happened.

It were his fault.

What do you
mean, Wilson?

He come in just before
it happened

with one of his Indian friends.

Said he wanted me to sell
the Indian some booze.

When I said
I wouldn't do it,

he said he'd have the whole
Paiute tribe down on me.

And I saw it.

I was there and I saw them
Paiutes with my own eyes.

They took my brother
and they took my partner,

and they tore them up
in little pieces.

Now are we gonna
let them get away?

CROWD:
No!

All right, now.

No time to stand
here and argue.

If you men go out
drunk and disorganized

against Winnemucca's warriors,
you'll be destroyed.

I tell you,
the Paiutes are innocent.

Cartwright, that massacre
took place before noon.

Within an hour, there
wasn't a Paiute in town.

And Wilson didn't
get back here with the news

until late afternoon;
explain that if you can.

The Indians have ways.
I thought so.

Murder has been
done by Indians.

We move to punish them.

All right, men, let's go!

Just a minute!

All right, Ormsby,
go out to Winnemucca.

But go seeking a parley,
not as a war party.

Find out what the Paiutes have
to say about all this.

You going to ride with
us, Mr. Stewart?

No, I'm not.

I can do more for you by staying
here and keeping in touch

with the authorities
in Washington.

We'll go along with you,
Major, my son and I.

All right,
we need every man.

Those of you with
horses, mount up.

The rest of you, fall in.
TURNER:
General.

Fall in what?

(crowd laughing)

With this, I go
to fight Indians.

(indistinct chatter)

Major! Hold up!

Whoa!
Oh!

Look there.

Signal fires.

They've heard us
coming for miles.

Forward, ho!

We do not know
how many there are,

or what their purpose is.

Paco will tell us.

The figures from
Sun Mountain come.

How many are there, Paco?

Maybe three tens.

Ben Cartwright and his son,

the one called Adam,
ride at their head.

Must Sharp Peak itself

fall upon my father
to make him see?

I see nothing
but a great mistake.

It is a mistake that
will kill your people.

Even your friend,

Ben Cartwright,
rides with them.

Ben Cartwright rides to talk.

With a rifle in his hand?

Would my young war chief
see his people die?

I will protect them.

Since when is war a better
protection than peace?

We have asked for no war.

We have killed no one.

But the white man's
army moves not

toward the sky home
of the Bannock people.

They come toward us.

Though we want only peace,

we would be fools if we did not
think that war might come.

This we will do.

My son will take
the warriors of the tribe

to the Place of Tall Rocks.

Each brave will have a white man
in his gun sights.

But do not fire unless
we are fired upon first.

I and the other elders
will meet below the rocks.

We will take council
with the whites.

We will speak for peace.

But should there be war,

you are the war chief
of our people, my son.

Defend them.

(drumbeats)

Ho!
Ho!

He's got a lot of brass.

It's a call
for parley, Major.

It's too late for a parley.

We'll take him in.
I wouldn't try it.

What'd you say?

Take a look around.

One behind every rock.

Treacherous devils.

What'd you expect,
a welcome mat?

Come along, Major.

We'll parley.

Cover them!
They're going to parley!

It is an evil thing
to see Ben Cartwright
ride to war.

I ride for peace, oh,
Chief of the Paiutes.

Then my eyes fail me,

for I see men
ready for battle.

Let's stop beating
around the bush.

Now look here, Indian...

Shut up, Ormsby!

Do you want to get us
all killed?

The Paiute wants peace.

We want peace.

Will we talk?

We will talk.

Talking to them
murdering devils.

If I had me a clear
shot at one of 'em,

I'd show 'em how to talk.

Mike, look!

I got a Paiute for you.

Yeah.

Well, this one's
for my brother.

Stop your firing!

Stop shooting!

Stop firing!
Stop it!

(indistinct shouting)

(groaning)

Enough Indians for you, Mike?

My son...
No time for that!

My, my son!
Come on!

They're everywhere!
Let's get out of here!

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Good Lord.
All these men!

Ormsby, too.
It's a massacre.

My son is dead.

Dead...

They're stampeding
out there.

They're out of their
heads with fear.

We've got to do something.
Yeah, well you
better do it quick.

There's a couple
of thousand Indians out there,

and they on their
way here by now.

Instead of cleaning him up,

you better put a rope
around his neck.

What do you mean?

He led us into a trap,
that's what I mean.

Everybody knows
him and the Paiutes

are thicker than blood.
They killed his son.

His son ain't dead.

Soon as the
shooting started,

I saw his son run
off with the Indians.

Talk, Wilson, but you
better be telling the truth.

Well, I saw old Winnemucca
dragging him off himself.

From the looks of things,
it didn't take much dragging.

Wilson?

Is this true?
I wouldn't count on it, Ben.

If Adam is alive,
it'll just mean

that a lot of people
will ask questions

as to why he was
the only man spared.

I don't care what
questions people ask.

Just as long
as he's alive.

Ben, go back
to your ranch.

Go on now.

If the word gets around,
it'll just mean trouble.

Now go on!

Mm.

You're letting him
get away with murder.

Shut up, Wilson.

Well, we need help,
that's for sure.

Charley Hungerford commands
a battalion and a militia

on the other side of the
Sierra at Placerville.

We can send
messengers there.

I'll go.

All right.

We'll send a couple
of men along with you.

Come up to my office,
and I'll make out an
official request.

I know what
to tell 'em.

I'd rather put it in
writing if you don't mind.

Winnemucca, have you gone mad?

Be silent!

Why does our enemy yet live?

There are many weapons.

Some take lives.

Some save them.

We have beaten them.

Everywhere they run before us.

Even now, the diggers cry
in fear over what awaits them.

Before morning,

their Virginia City
could be ashes.

If we were to move now.

It is plain to see
the son of Winnemucca thinks

he was sired by a fool,
for he talks like one.

Adam Cartwright,
but for my hand,

you would have long ago
have fed the fires.

Answer me
in truth.

If I can.

Now that we have beaten them,
what will the diggers do?

You know that as well as I do.

Tell them with your lips.

They will send to California.

The militia will come.

The army.

How many?

One hundred tens.

He lies! Let me
kill him now!

No!

Are you a woman?

Did not his father kill Grey
Bear before your very eyes?

My young wolf grows careless
in his howling!

Winnemucca, speak to my father.

There are men of honor
in Virginia City.

There can yet be peace.

Can there be peace,
Adam Cartwright?

But there has to be peace.

You can't fight
the California troops.

They are as trees
on the Ponderosa without number!

They cannot fight.

Did we not
destroy them?

Did not the remaining
handful run back

to their caves
like cringing dogs?

You fought a bunch
of half-drunken miners

out on a picnic, a lark.

But next time,
you'll fight soldiers,

and they'll outnumber you
two to one.

Tell them, Winnemucca.
I speak the truth.

He speaks the truth.

But Ben Cartwright's words hang
heavy on the ears of the whites.

He will stop the army.

He can't do that. Only you can.

We will send word to him.

We will meet him.

He will know it
from Winnemucca himself

that if the army from California
moves on the Paiute nation,

his son will die.

Winnemucca has said it.

Take him to his tepee.

Little Joe.

We heard about the
trouble in Sacramento.

Decided Hoss ought to go
on up to San Francisco,

I'd come back and see
if I could give you
and Adam any help.

Where is he?

Winnemucca's holding
him prisoner.

Prisoner?

Was he all right?

Well, I received word
through a messenger last night.

Winnemucca's bringing Adam
to Truckee Rock.

I'm to meet him there.

Yeah, well, how
did this whole...?

Not now. I'll tell you
all about it later.

Come on! Hyah!

Where's my son?

Stay.

Are you all
right, boy?

I'm all right, Pa.

Vigilantes run you out
of San Francisco?

Do the soldiers come
from across the Sierra?

They've been sent for.

Then you will stop them,
or your son will die.

Winnemucca,
we're friends.

You must not
do this.

My people are my friends.

Did not Ben Cartwright shoot
a Paiute brave

even as we parleyed
at Sharp Peak?

He would have
killed my son.

I have a hundred sons.

But you will stop the soldiers,
Ben Cartwright,

or you shall have no more
than two.

How do you expect us
to stop an army?

Pa, Bruno.

Bruno and Ringnose.

If Ringnose were to tell the
truth about Wilson's Station,

perhaps the army will
not attack the Paiute.

But you must give us time to
ride to the high mountains.

We will attack no one.

But we will defend
ourselves and our homes.

Winnemucca, I would
talk to my son.

You may talk.

Looks like you got
yourself in a little hot water

this time, older brother.

Yeah. Me this time
instead of you.

Hate to leave you
this way, boy.

I'll be all right, Pa.

Junior here'd like
to cut my throat,

but Winnemucca
won't let him.

Said that Young Wolf
and Adam Cartwright

used to ride the Washoe
together as brothers.

Children do foolish things.

But they become men.

We'll be back with Ringnose.

What makes you think
he'll want to come?

He'll come whether
he wants to or not.

Good-bye, Pa, Joe.

* *

Ho!
Ho!

Ben Cartwright.

Major Hungerford.

I didn't expect
you so soon.

We got here as
soon as we could.

Captain Kelly!

We'll take a few minutes rest.
Yes, sir.

Lines down!
Troop dismount!

What Mr. Wilson says,
we couldn't get here too soon.

You know Mr. Wilson?

Oh, yes. Yes, I
know Mr. Wilson.

My son, Adam, told
me what happened
at his station.

Hungerford, ask him
how come his son, Adam,

is with the Paiutes alive.

When the rest
of the men they caught
were chopped to bits.

He and his whelp
led us into a trap.

Major, it was
not the Paiutes that
raided his station,

it was a party of Bannocks,
part of the Shoshone tribe.

Cartwright,
you're a liar.

Mr. Wilson.

Major, I was there.

I saw my own brother
killed right before me.

Winnemucca and some
Paiutes, they came in
and shot up my place.

It was not the Paiutes,
it was the Bannocks.

And the reason they killed
your brother is because of what

you and he did to a couple
of Bannock women.

The husband of one of them
worked on my ranch.

Look, everybody knows
that he's been

on the side
of the Paiutes right along.

Ormsby and his men were
killed by Paiutes,
weren't they?

The Paiutes were
defending themselves.

They didn't
attack Ormsby.

My son, Adam, is being held
hostage by Winnemucca.

That's why we're riding to
the Bannock Chief Ringnose.

He can prove that
I'm telling the truth.
Suppose Ringnose won't talk?

He'll talk.
WILSON:
Look, he's not telling
you a word of truth.

I was there!
I saw it all with my own...
Mr. Wilson...

You open your mouth once more
and I'll have you gagged.

Ben, I prefer
to believe your story.

But I'm under express
orders from the governor

of the state of California
to attack the Paiutes

and punish them.

This much I can do.

If you can bring me proof
that it was the Bannocks

and not the Paiutes that
attacked Wilson's Station,

then I'll parley
with Winnemucca,

and try to make peace.

You must give me time, Major.

I'll march to Pyramid Lake
by the longer route.

I'll stop once an hour to rest.

More than that I can't do
for you, your son or any man.

I'm a soldier, Ben.

I'm under orders.

I hope you
get to Ringnose.

And get him back
here in time.

Thanks, Major.

You don't believe
him, do you?

If what he
says is true,

you go back to Sacramento
with me, Mr. Wilson.

In irons!

Captain Kelly!

(tribal chanting)

YOUNG WINNEMUCCA:
Leave us.

It'd have been better
if you'd lied.

Then the soldiers are coming.

You will never see them arrive.

Stay your hand!

Already,
the soldiers march.

It was your word that
Adam Cartwright die.

They are not yet here.

Leave us, my son.

Is there not a battle
to make ready?

Do you remember
this knife?

I remember.

My father gave it to you.

Yes. I go to return
it to him now.

Once the wild bear knew Washoe.

Now he is gone.

The white man killed him.

That is so.

And then the antelope, who is
the friend of the Paiute...

...he, too, is gone.

White man killed him.

That, too, is so.

And now, the great Sun
of the Paiute weakens.

And as it crosses the sky,
even today

it will drop behind
the mountains and be gone.

Perhaps my father
will return in time.

Soldiers already march along
Chief Truckee's river.

Your father's in the land
of the Bannocks.

I would like to see your father.

A man should see his friends
on the day of his death.

At the head of the California
soldiers rides a man named...

Hungerford.

I know him.

He's a soldier.

Is this the same Hungerford

who defeated Shining Brow
of the Cheyenne?

It's the same.

100 tens of men and more,
and a cannon.

All this to defeat an old man,

his son and 30 tens of Paiutes.

Do our small lives
mean so much to your people?

Don't fight them, Winnemucca.

Wait.

Surrender if you must,

but give my father time enough
to return with Ringnose.

There will be no more talk,
even though I willed it.

If we must die, we must die,

for the ways of the wild things
are the Paiutes' ways,

and the wild things, too,
are dead.

I am sorry for you,
Adam Cartwright,

for you are a friend
and the son of a friend,

but the first shot that is fired
by the California soldiers

will be a signal to my son...

and you will die.

And even as you die,

it will be like a small part
of myself that dies with you.

We will talk with Ringnose.

You are brave to ride

into the camp
of the Bannock.

Well, Bruno,

is this the way the Bannock
repays his friend?

If you have anything
to say, say it to me.

The acts of the
Bannock people

are the acts of
their chief.

My son will die
if the California army attacks.

But more than that,
the whole Paiute people will die

if Ringnose allows them
to take the blame

for the raid
on Wilson's Station.

War is war, Ben Cartwright.

Do you ask that the Bannocks
walk into the white man's rope?

My son brought back the wives

of Bruno and Numta
from the dark land.

I ask the Bannock
to do the same for my son.

What about us, Ben Cartwright?

What will happen to us?

I don't know.

The debt must be paid.

Get Numta.

We ride.

* *

* *

Ho!
Ho!

Indians up
in the rocks, sir.

There's a lot of them.

Mr. Kelly?

Yes, sir?

Any sign of Ben Cartwright?

No, sir, the rear guard
is looking for him.

We can't delay any longer.

Have the men from Fort Alcatraz
cut around to the high ground.

I want a flanking fire
on the Indians.

Have Sergeant O'Banion
move his field piece

to the high ground
on the other flank.

Deploy your companies on both
sides of the trail as foragers.

Send the bugler to me.

We'll advance at my command.

Return fire if fired upon,
but otherwise,

let no man fire without orders.

Move your men out.

KELLY:
Very good, sir.

Sergeant O'Banion,

move your fieldpiece
to the high ground.

First platoon, give him
support to his position!

Then dismount
and form as foragers!

Do not fire
unless fired upon!

Move them out,
Sergeant.
Yes, sir.

First platoon,
forward! Ho!

Ho!

Do not fire
unless fired upon.

Dismount and form
as foragers.

Carry out the order.

Dismount!

There are many.

I told you there would be.

Many eyes to see you die.

(indistinct command)

Corporal Hollister, deploy
your men on the high ground

to the right
of that big rock.

Carry on!

Follow me!

Come on, men!
Foragers form! Fall in!

Come on,
fall in, way up there!

Up there, hurry up!
Hurry up!

Fall in!
Take an interval!

Take your interval, men!

Form as foragers!

Come on, men!

Form as foragers!
Fall in!

Come on!
Fall in, way up there!

Up there!
Hurry up! Hurry up!

All ready, sir.

Very good, Captain Kelly.

Form as foragers.

Bugler, sound the advance.

(bugle plays)

Follow me!

(bugle continues in distance)

Stand on the rock.

* *

* *

Don't fire!
Don't shoot!

Get back!

Don't shoot!

Fire at will!

(gunfire continues)

(screaming)

I've been waiting for this,
Cartwright.

I'm going to kill you.

(distant gunfire continues)

Adam!
(men screaming)

(gunfire ceases)

Adam, are you all right?
I'm all right.

Pa, we've got
to stop them.

Listen.

They've already stopped.

God help us.
What have we done?

Is it true, Major,
that it was all a mistake?

Yes, Captain Kelly,
it's true.

Then I'd better not
tell the men.

You tell them, Mr. Kelly,
loud and clear.

I want every one of them to know
what happened here today.

And why it happened.

Yes, sir.

What about
the Bannocks?

I appreciate your honesty.

That took courage.

You will go
to California with me.

Major?

What will
happen to them?

I don't know.

They'll have to stand trial.

I'll do what I can for them.

There's been too much
killing already.

Pa?

(distant chanting)

(chanting continues)

Winnemucca?

Your son lives.

We mourn your dead son.

I do not mourn for my son.

I mourn for all my sons.

(chanting)

(chanting continues)