All language subtitles for Geronimo An American Legend (1993)_track4_[eng]

ff [ Indian Chanting, Singing ]

ff [ Chanting, Singing ]

They'll fight a delaying action.

There’s 25, 30 warriors maybe.

A hundred women and children.
That’s it. Here.

The warriors will turn and fight.

-No avoiding that.
-Nope.

It’ll give the women and
children time to take cover.

One thing for damn sure:
They already know we're here.

-Captain Ragsdale.
-Sir!

Troopers on the flat. Form a line!

Scouts!

-Capt. Ragsdale, Advance carbines.
-Sir.

Company... advance carbines!

-Sound the march.
-Bugler!

ff [ “Charge” ]

[ Shouting ]

[ Gunshots, Shouting ]

[ Screaming ]

[ Narrator: Britton Davis ] 7he Chiricahua
Apache of the American Southwest...

were the last of the great tribes to defy
the United States Government...

in its effort to impose
the reservation system.

The Army, under the command of
Brigadier General George Crook,

was entrusted with the responsibility of
breaking this resistance.

His campaign into the Chiricahua
strongholds below the Mexican border...

brought to a conclusion the conftitct...

that had raged through the Southwest
for nearly two decades.

Tell Nana and the others
we aren’t gonna hurt them.

[ Translating Into Apache ]

We're not going anywhere.
We don’t want to fight.

We came here to bring you
to a reservation.

Tell your men that.

Nantan Lupan only wants peace
with the Chiricahua.

Live on the reservation.

[ Davis ] Only one Chiricahua warrior
and his band of renegades held out.

Then even he sent word that he would give
himself up in two months’ time.

He was called Goyakla.

But years before,
the Mexicans had given him another name:

Geronimo.

[ Davis ]
One month before my 22nd birthday...

/ reported for duty
in the Arizona Territory.

/t was my first posting to garrison life.

Looking back, it is clear to me that | was
as much a stranger to myself...

as | was to the great western desert.

My name Is Britton Davis.

/ was a participant in what the army later
called the Geronimo Campaign.

It is my wish to throw some light upon the
extraordinary events that | witnessed...

and on the men that lived them.

[ Shouting ]

Hyah!

Whoa!

[ Davis ] 7he beginning of my life as
a frontier soldier was at hand,

and no amount of military training could
disguise the excitement | felt.

Howdy. Welcome.
Always good to see an army feller.

-Whiskey?
-No, thank you, sir.

[ Chuckles ]
You don’t have to “sir’ me, son.

| ain’t no officer.
Looks like you are, though.

Second Lieutenant Britton Davis...
at your service.

Proud to know ya.

-Where’re you from, Lieutenant?
-Born in Texas, near Brownsville.

Texas? Well, son, | thought
you was from back east.

Kinda got that manner about ya.

I’ve been the last four
years at West Point.

-Se/fior?
-Yeah.

[ Speaking Spanish ]

[ Davis ] My initial impression of
First Lt Charles Gatewood...

remains distinct in my memory.

His brusqueness was entirely military,

balanced by unfailing good manners.

In his most matter-of-fact way,

he gave me my first order as an officer
of the US Cavalry.

/ was to accompany him south.

We were going to bring in Geronimo.

He’s due in a few days.

We'll go on down to the border...

and escort him to San Carlos.

It's about 75 miles
to the border from here, Mr. Davis.

Plenty of time to get acquainted
with your new mount.

-Sir?
-Yes?

Just you and me?

The General figured that with Geronimo
with us, we didn’t need much protection.

Yes, sir.

A small detachment means
we're not threatening the hostiles.

You wouldn’t want to pose a threat
to Geronimo now, would you?

No, sir!

[ Davis ] 7he Lieutenant was a man of
confidence and experience in Apache wars.

In time, | came to realize he
was much admired by his peers,

much respected by his superiors.

That’s the border, Mr. Davis.

-How will he find us?
-Easy. We're the only ones out here.

Lieutenant?

Apache medicine man.

Probably on a pilgrimage.

The Apaches, they believe in their power.

It’s a kind of spirit
they carry inside them.

Sir, Geronimo’s just gonna
come on in and give himself up?

That’s what he promised.

Chiricahua doesn’t give his word much,

but when he does, he keeps it...
as long as you keep yours.

ff [ Chanting ]

[ Davis ] When the medicine man joined
our camp, | was filled with curiosity.

By personal inclination,
Lt. Gatewood kept his own counsel.

However, he met questions

from an inexperienced officer
with patience and courtesy.

What fascinated me most...

was his sympathy and knowledge of all
things pertaining to the Apache.

You don’t talk to them much, do you?

To an Apache, stillness is a pleasure.

It’s something they’re taught
while they’re young.

Helps ‘em when they have to hide and wait.

What’s he singing about?

Trying to locate Geronimo.

He says he’ll be here tomorrow...

on a white horse.

Superstitious, aren’t they?

Five dollars says he rides
in here on a white horse.

Just because the medicine man says so?

You've got a bet, Lieutenant.

Question?

These scouts we have with us,
they're Apache.

Why would they work for the army,
fight against their own kind?

There are lots of different Apache tribes
that don’t much like each other.

Most of all, Apache go
where the best fight is.

It’s a morality, once you understand it.

All right, I'll see...

your two...

and I'll raise you one.

Lieutenant, just curious,
are you a family man?

| have a son and a daughter.

They and my wife are back in Virginia.

-You must miss them.
-Every hour of every day.

ff [ Chanting ]

Goyakla is coming. Rides a white horse.

You owe me five dollars, Mr. Davis.

First Lieutenant Charles B. Gatewood.

Second Lieutenant Britton Davis,
Sixth Cavalry.

You are now under the protection of
the United States Army.

We will escort you to
Gen. Crook at San Carlos.

Nantan Lupan waits for you
with an open heart.

They are something.

Chiricahua are special...

even amongst the Apache.

[ Davis ] 7he second night of our trek
fo San Carlos...

we put up at the Overland Way Station at
the foot of the Dragoon Mountains.

The following morning,
| had my first opportunity to write home,

being careful to include in the letter
an ofthand reference...

fo my participation
in the capture of Geronimo.

Two men are coming.
Man with white hat carries shotgun.

I’m looking for the officer in charge.

Lt. Charles Gatewood... at your service.

Heard the army was traveling
through with hostiles,

especially one hostile in particular.

City Marshal Joe Hawkins, Tombstone.

Apaches over yonder are under arrest.

I’m deputizing you two...

to hold these criminals till we get back
with a posse and a warrant.

These Apache... are in our custody.

The warrant’s gonna specify
the murder of white citizens...

horse thievery and hostile Indianism.

Now, is that good enough for you?

We wanna do what’s right...
which is hang ’em.

| have orders to turn these
Apache in to Gen. Crook.

And the United States Army
doesn’t need any help from you.

Lieutenant.

Don’t sass me, bluecoat.

Great Geronimo!

| think you're nothing...

but a murdering red bastard.

[ Gatewood ]
I'd ride on if | were you, Sir.

You seem to have provoked the hostiles.

And | don’t think you wanna get into
a contest with the Sixth Cavalry.

Let me tell you something.

Even the Sixth Cavalry is
subject to a federal warrant.

Justice will be served...

one way or the other.

Toothy.

Get the Apaches going, Mr. Davis.

-Now.
-Sir!

[ Davis ]
We moved north with all possible speed,

but our pack mules prevented
us from making good progress.

Around four o’clock in the afternoon,

we caught sight of the Tombstone posse.

Faced with a potential enemy
that possessed superior numbers,

Lt. Gatewood hit upon an unusual tactic:
He divided his forces,

sending me ahead with the others
while he and Geronimo remained behind.

The Lieutenant had two objectives:

First, to attempt a rear guard
protective action.

Second, and most important,
never to lose sight of Geronimo.

Whoa.

Steady, steady.

Easy.

Whatcha seeing, Davy?

Looks like some of ’em have split off.

Six or seven of em headed to San Carlos.

The other two up yonder.

That’s more of a lynch mob than a posse.

But if they serve those warrants,
I’m gonna have to give you up.

You have good long glass, Gatewood.

If | scare them off...

we trade.

| can’t let you kill any of those men.

That was a great shot!

Not so great. | aimed for his head!

We best catch up to
Mr. Davis and the others now.

This your name, Gatewood?

Yes. A gift from my troops.

They must think you're a fine chief.

No, not a chief... just a soldier.

Your glass...

much better than mine.

A blue stone...

is valuable to Apache.

Well, thank you.

[ Davis ] 7he following afternoon,

we arrived at the military base
of operations at San Carlos.

This afforded me my
first glimpse of Gen. Crook...

Who the Apache called
Nantan Lupan, “Gray Wolf Chief.”

Our arrival was laid out
with great military ceremony.

The surrender of Geronimo
was no small event.

General.

My compliments, Lieutenant.

Nantan Lupan.

It does my heart good
to see you, Geronimo.

| accept your surrender.

| accept the surrender of a great warrior.

Now, let’s have a cup of coffee
and smoke a cigar.

We've got a lot to talk about.

It's old Geronimo!

[ Speaking Apache ]
Good to see you, ain’t it?

You know my friend Al Sieber?

| was always hopin’
to catch up to you myself,

but guess I'll never get
that chance now, will |?

-Mr. Sieber.
-Lieutenant.

[ Footsteps ]

See you have your cigar and coffee.

Lt. Gatewood has reported
to me about your trip up from the border.

It sounds like quite a story.

I’m glad to see that Geronimo is
a man of his word.

Washington has ordered me
to detain you here for a short period.

And then to send you and your band of
Chiricahua on to Turkey Creek.

We keep our rifles for hunting.

Yes, but only on the reservation.

I'll put one of my officers
in charge there.

Gatewood!

No, I’m sorry.
Lt. Gatewood is a company officer.

He has his responsibilities here.

We take Davis.

| like Davis.

I’m sure Mr. Davis is going
to make a fine officer,

but | had somebody
more experienced in mind.

| like Davis.

What do you think, Lieutenant?

Well, I’m sure it will be his privilege...
as well as his duty.

Mr. Davis it is,

to be accompanied by
a small detachment of soldiers.

The Apache will be under the protection
of the United States Army.

Mr. Davis is young.

Young Apache,
young White-Eye, the hope of the West.

Gatewood, you come visit me.

| would like that.

[ Crook ]
| hope the wars are over, my friend.

Nantan Lupan wants
the Chiricahua to learn to be farmers.

It’s their only chance. They must change.

The old days are gone.

Nantan Lupan says there must
be no leaving this reservation...

-[ Translating Into Apache ]
-even for a few hours, without permission.

There must be no drinking
of whiskey or Tiswin.

Any violations of these rules...

will result in confinement
in an army prison stockade.

[ Speaking Apache ]

He wants to know why these rules?

Why they be punished?

What you care if Apache drink?
Soldier drink.

Nantan Lupan says if Apache drink...

Apache fight, Apache get into trouble.

Is bad for everyone.
Is bad for the Apache.

Is bad for soldiers,
bad for all the White-Eyes.

[ Translation Continues ]

[ Apache ]

He say, why if some Apache do bad things,

all are punished?

That will not happen.

All Apache should not be punished...

for the mistakes of only a few.

We will determine who is responsible,

and only those few will be punished.

[ Davis ] Six weeks after | took up
residence at Turkey Creek,

Lt. Gatewood and Al Sieber came fo visit.

Sieber, as chief of scouts,

was in charge of recruiting
Apache for the army.

Hello there, Mangas.
Just the fella | want to see.

| want you to join the army, all right?

Wolves with the bluecoats,
scouts to help us fight the renegades.

You'll be a sergeant. Wear stripes
on your coat, with army pay, all right?

| don’t know, Sieber.

You are a warrior. You hunt men.

You'll make your woman,
your children proud of you.

Mexicans, they took my wife,
my little boy.

Maybe the army could help get ’em back.

| think maybe | stay here.

If | was askin’ you out
on a raidin’ party,

| expect you'd be a lot
more willing, eh, Mangas?

[ Davis ] 7he Federal Government had
forced over 500 Chiricahua...

fo take up residence within
Turkey Creek's narrow borders.

Com was the main crop,

but the land was not fertile enough
for them to be self-sufficient.

The Chiricahua had become dependent
upon monthly allotments...

of government supplies
for their well-being.

Gatewood...

you come to visit me!

Makes my heart glad to see Geronimo.

How’s the life of a farmer?

Some Apaches are good farmer.

Others... miss the old way.

| am not good farmer, Gatewood.

I’ve come here to visit my friend.

But | have some questions
| need to ask you.

There are rumors that a medicine man is
speaking against the White-Eye...

that he is calling for
a return to the war trail.

It was told by a medicine man...

many more Apache would die
fighting White-Eye.

And in the end...

we will win because
we will die free of them.

Is the only way for
an Apache to be free...

to die?

Well, which medicine man is this?

| should talk to him,
find out what he’s saying.

There are many.

Some have the power.

Some just talk.

He’s a warrior, every bit born in battle.

He’s fighting a lost cause.

I’m familiar with the type.

My two older brothers and my father fought
for the Army of Northern Virginia.

My oldest brother was killed.

My father was wounded, crippled.

After the war, he took me aside and said,
“You'll carry the new flag.”

Sent me off to the academy.

First in my family
north of the Mason-Dixon line.

So, like our friend, | know
what it’s like to hate the bluecoat.

[ Davis ] Nothing so concentrated
the bureaucratic mind...

in dealing with the Indians
as rumors of the troublesome medicine man.

When an occasional religious leader
showed up among the tribes...

preaching doctrines
perceived to be dangerous,

standard government policy was to have
the army deal with it immediately.

| am here by order of Gen. Crook.

Nantan Lupan.

This dance is a demonstration hostile to
the citizens of the United States.

This demonstration is
unlawfully assembled. | order you to stop.

ff [ Chanting ]

Stop that! Stop him. Arrest him!

Watch it!

You didn’t have to shoot him, Goddamn it!

-| could’ve handled this myself.
-What’s he got there?

He had a rock!

He has not done nothing!

We're not bothering no one.

You leave here. You leave us alone.

Arrest him. Arrest Geronimo.

Arrest Geronimo. Arrest him.

ff [ Bugle: “Charge” ]

Bastard!

ff [ Dancing ]

Gen. Crook, telegram, sir.

Pardon me.

Get a staff officer to me immediately.

Captain Ragsdale. Now!

General.

Geronimo has jumped Turkey Creek.
The Apache are out.

It all blew up at Cibecue.

The whole damn thing is a shambles.

Geronimo has taken
half the reservation with him.

Men, women, and children.

Spread the word.
All officers to their commands.

Yes, sir.

[ Davis ] Geronimo had quickly divided
his forces into small bands,

each headed for Mexico.

By the day after Cibecue,
Crook had five columns in the field.

The Geronimo Campaign had begun.

On the point, circle back!

-Sir.
-Yes, | see them, Mr. Davis.

Steady in the rank. Go slow.

Beg your pardon, sir. Do we attack?

Hold the column. Sergeant?

Steady in the rank! Steady!

Steady in the rank! Steady!

-Sergeant.
-Column, halt!

Whatever happens,
the Apache will take off.

Don’t let the column pursue at speed.

Whenever you can,
you choose your ground to fight on.

Chato, what the hell is going on?

Raiding party split off from Goyakla.

Apache challenge Gatewood
come out and fight.

Want to show off power
to other Chiricahua.

[ Apache ]

Chato.

Is there anything that should be done?

[ Apache ]

[ Apache ]

[ Shouting ]

[ Davis ]
Geronimo’s band diverted to the east...

into the copper mining country
of the low hills.

His tactics were resupply at
the expense of the civilians...

who had settled on Chiricahua land.

[ Apache ]

This is Apache land.
This has always been Apache land.

[ Miner ]
We ain't never done nothin’ to you!

-It ain’t right, is it?
-Stop cryin’, damn it!

He’s gonna kill you anyway.

We make things outta this country!

There was nothing here before us,

and there’d never be nothing
if we left it to you.

You are a fool!

But at least you are brave.

Get off Apache land.

The next time... | will kill you.

-Detail... halt!
-Troop, right face.

Left, right face!

[ Crook ] The Apache known as
Dandy Jim and Skip Hey...

have been found guilty by the military
court, department of Arizona,

of insurrection at Cibecue Creek.

The Apache Dead Shot,

Sergeant, Military Scouts, Sixth Cavalry,

has been found guilty of treason.

The sentence of the court
for the three prisoners...

is death by hanging.

Do any of you have anything
to say to me as Chaplain?

Are any of you Christians?

Nantan Lupan,

| give you my hat.

Maybe you think of my wife, my baby.

[ Flies Buzzing ]

There’s three of them.

The driver should be nearby.

They didn’t have to kill ’em
just to get their horses.

No, they didn't.

Column, halt!

[ Davis ] A/ Sieber had had his wound from
Cibecue cauterized with a hot poker...

and was back in the saddle
the following day.

All told, he had suffered
17 gunshot and arrow wounds...

in his many years of fighting Apache.

The General wants to deploy me
and Dutchy to your column.

How’s that wound, Mr. Sieber?

Which one? Got ’em here, here, here.

Hell, I’m real good.
Ain't slowin’ me down none.

We came across an Overland.
Four dead, horses gone.

They burned two spreads off to the west.

They picked up horses,
food, a lot of ammunition.

| figure I’ll just keep trackin’
off to those hills.

-All right?
-All right.

Mr. Davis, you and Sgt. Mulrey
stick with Mr. Sieber.

Sir.

Be sure that he gets back
to the column by sundown.

Sir.

Whoa, whoa.

That raidin’ party is real, real close.

Yep.

| want you to ride for the column...

and bring ’em back to pick up this trail.

On the double!
Pronto! Go on! Get outta here!

[ Thunderclap |]

You take him!

Whoa!

[ Davis ] 7he hostile Apache that Dutchy
and | had been pursuing had gotten away.

Needless to say,
at the time | was humiliated.

But much later | had decided the incident
had come out for the best.

/'m quite content to go to my grave
knowing I’ve never killed an Apache.

You all right, Mr. Sieber?

Caught up with three bucks
and a string of stolen ponies.

Gave one of them to Mr. Davis.
Seems he got away.

Sgt. Mulrey,

-check the area for a dead hostile.
-Sir.

We cross into Mexico tomorrow?

-That’s right.
-We oughta send some of them scouts back.

| don’t trust ’em
down south of the border.

Geronimo’s got
a couple of them spooked.

They’re startin’ to wonder
if they're on the wrong side.

| don’t think so, Mr. Sieber.

Besides, we need every scout we have.

Yes, sir.

| guess you weren’t there when Dead Shot
and the rest turned on us at Cibecue.

It | had been at Cibecue,
they wouldn't have turned.

Whole thing wouldn't have happened, Al.

| Know you don't like me much, Lieutenant.
| don’t really care.

| Know I’m rough
in some of my ways, | guess.

| ain’t the gentleman type.

But, ah, | think compared to you,
| am somewhat honest.

No offense intended, Lieutenant.

Speaking off the record, sir.

| just figure you’re a real sad case.

You don’t love who you're fightin’ for...

and you don’t hate
who you're fightin’ against.

Perhaps | could learn to hate
with the proper vigor from you, Al.

Well, maybe you could, Lieutenant.

[ Davis ] Though | never managed to become
a Close friend of Al Sieber,

in the next few weeks of campaigning,
/ did learn to get along with him.

Only a fool would fail to profit
from his vast experience.

In his own way, he was as taken by
the Apache as was Lt. Gatewood.

Well, sir, your Apache rides a horse
to death, eats him and steals another.

A horse is just mobile food.

I’ve chased them when they made
50 miles a day on horse and foot.

Hell, they can live on cactus.

Go 48 hours without water.

One week of that would kill
your average trooper.

| hear you can track
as good as any Apache.

Well, you heard right,
but there’s only one of me

and 1,000 square miles of Apache country.

Gen. Crook figured that out ’cause it
takes an Apache to catch an Apache.

White-Eyes can't catch ‘em alone.
No, sir.

You ever get in a fight with Apache
and things go bad,

save the last bullet for yourself.

You don't wanna get taken alive. No, sir.

They got lots of ways to kill ya.

One of their favorites is to strip ya,
tie ya upside down to a wagon wheel.

They pour pitch on ya, light you on fire.

[ Davis ] Gen. Crook and a small
detachment of Apache scouts

came across the border
into the Canyon de los Embudos.

Crook had agreed to negotiate terms,

but he intended a hard bargain.

For the rest of his life, he never forgave
Geronimo for jumping Turkey Creek.

Crook maintained his sympathy
for the Apache,

but between he and Geronimo,
all trust had vanished.

There is one God looking down on us all.

We are all children of one God.

| didn’t come here to listen to religion.

You broke your word.

You left Turkey Creek.

You killed many White-Eye.

You come back.

Washington wants you to go to Florida.

You do it... or I’ll come back
with my army and fight.

Nantan Lupan does not understand.

The White-Eye tried to change Apache way.

The Apache were doing fine farming corn.

[ Sighs ]

The problem was Geronimo.

| knew Cochise.

He was a king.

He was a wise ruler of his people.

| knew Victorio.

He was a proud leader.

And | know Geronimo,

who doesn't want to lead
or rule or be wise.

He just wants to fight.

| didn’t start this trouble.

The army killed the Dreamer.

He was Calling for war.

If the medicine man had come in peaceably,
he’d be alive.

There’s no excuse for taking up arms
against the United States Army.

The army is the best friend the Chiricahua
ever had. You know it and | know it.

With all this land,
why is there no room for the Apache?

Why does the White-Eye want all land?

How long in Florida?

Maybe two years...

with your families.

| think | can get that.

That’s not a bad deal.

A lot of White-Eye want to see
Geronimo hanged for murder.

Not murder.

War!

Many bad things happen in war.

How many White-Eye did you kill
since you left Turkey Creek?

Maybe 50.

Maybe more! How many
Apaches did you kill?

-You killed women and children.
-So did you!

[ Old Nana ] We gain nothing by fighting.

We can live on reservation.

| go there.

You, Nantan Lupan,
are like a brother to me.

Many of my people want to surrender.

When | was young...

the White-Eye came
and wanted the land of my people.

When their soldiers burnt our villages,

we moved to the mountains.

When they took our food, we ate thorns.

When they killed our children,

we had more.

We killed all White-Eye that we could.

We starved and we killed.

But in our hearts we never surrendered.

[ Davis ]
C.S. Fly, a photographer from Tombstone,

had requested permission
fo accompany Gen. Crook to Mexico...

and record the negotiations.

Much to everyone's surprise, Crook agreed.

Even more surprising, Geronimo
and the other Chiricahua also agreed.

/In some mysterious way,
they seemed to understand...

these pictures would make them immortal.

They remain the only known photographs
ever taken of the American Inaian...

as an enemy in the field.

ff [ Chanting, Singing ]

ff [Band ]

“Thereby | tender my resignation as
commander of this department.

| have served you well in the past, but
my judgment has been called into question.

Without doubt, | made grievous error...

in trusting the word
of Geronimo that he would surrender.

Perhaps others will be
more correct or more fortunate.

The real tragedy
| Know you do not understand:

that is to the Apache people.

They've lost in me a true friend.

And they have few.

George Crook, Brigadier General,
United States Army.”

| was forced to send this
to Washington a day ago.

They've accepted my resignation...

with regrets.

Gen. Nelson Miles will replace me.

There’s nothing to be done, General?

Nothing.

Graceful retirement for a general
who could not catch Geronimo.

Settlers, prospectors, land speculators,

they won't admit it, but the truth is...

they'd all like to see the Indian dead.

They see the army as their weapon.

The army that fight the Apache is the only
real hope of keeping the Apache alive.

Only the army can protect them.

Yes, sir.

| fought ’em a long time, General.

| figure if | was one of ’em,
I'd be standing next to Geronimo...

shootin’ at the bluecoats.

But God made me who | am,
and between them or us, | figure it’s us.

Damn it, Al, is that
the only way we could win?

| can’t answer that question.
I’m just a hired hand.

| just want to say, | didn’t always agree
with you, but you had my respect.

And while you was in charge,

the army was a proper piece of work.

Yes, sir.

I’m gonna quit this damn fool job.

I’m gonna go on down to Tucson.

I’m gonna get drunk. [ Chuckles ]

-Take it easy, Al.
-Yes, sir.

Al?

ff [Band ]

[ Davis ] Gen. Miles brought with him an
entirely new staff of line officers.

Lt. Gatewood, myself, and many others...

had to taste the humiliation of
being dismissed from the field.

I’m honored to be here with
you men of the Sixth Cavalry.

Honored to be here by order of
the president of the United States.

We are charged with bringing
in the renegade Apache Geronimo.

We will accomplish this task.
We will succeed.

But we’re abandoning
certain practices of the past:

overreliance on Apache scouts,

men of divided loyalties.

| will Keep troops in the field until
the enemy is fully subjugated,

fully pacified.

There will be no compromise
with the honor of our nation.

There will be no compromise
with the honor of the United States Army.

Captain.

ff [Band ]

[ Davis ] As he had promised,

Gen. Miles sent troops forward
without the Apache scouts.

For the next five months
they relentlessly searched,

but the results were predictable.

Geronimo and his tiny band
of Chiricahua...

had vanished deep
into the mountains of Mexico.

/t seemed they were chasing
a spirit... more than a man.

[ Door Closes ]

[ Miles ] Lieutenant.

| doubt if you’re enjoying
your current assignment. Nothing personal.

| understand you're a fine officer.

Do you know why | called
you here, Gatewood?

No, sir.

Tomorrow a new policy change
will be announced.

As punishment for Geronimo’s resistance,

all Chiricahua living
on reservation land...

are to be rounded up and sent to Florida.

They will stay there
until Geronimo is captured or killed.

That’s a harsh penalty
that he’s drawn on his own people.

| hear you and... Geronimo were friendly.

Any relationship I’ve had has never
compromised my effectiveness in the field.

| need you to speak freely with me.

Can you find Geronimo? Talk to him?

| thought so once.

There’s no way to be sure now.

The signs are that he’s
starving or close to it.

Living on cactus and rabbits.

| Know this because I’ve got a net
of observation points,

and 5,000 troops stretched
from here to Sonora searching for—

Thirty-five Apaches, sir.

That’s what | believe he’ll
be down to in a month’s time.

Thirty-five starving Apache.

Beggin’ the General’s pardon, sir,
but why not leave him to the Mexicans?

He can’t continue to
keep raidin’ across the border.

He can’t afford to lose any more warriors.
He can’t replace them.

The present political
situation demands results.

| want you to find Geronimo
and make him this proposal.

| have the authority
to hunt this son of a bitch

all the way to South America
if | have to,

but | want this nonsense to end.

I’m willing to give you
all the scouts you need:

hundred-man detail,
regular cavalry, mule pack team.

-A hundred men won't do.
-How many do you want?

Three. I’d like to pick them myself.

Whatever happens, Lieutenant,

this conversation that you and | are
having never took place.

Any negotiations with Geronimo
are to be strictly confidential.

Is that understood?

Two years in Florida.

Two years in Florida with their families.

And when they return to reservation land
here in Arizona Territory,

every warrior gets 40 acres of land,

two mules.

Sir.

| don't think you or the government
intend to keep this promise.

You just offer it.
None of the rest is your concern.

Do you know your Scripture, sir?

“What does it profit a man
to gain the whole world...

and lose his soul?”

Lieutenant?

You have your orders.

[ Davis ] Lt Gatewood chose the Apache
scout Chato to accompany him,

as well as myself and Al Sieber
Who had become bored with retirement.

After four weeks of attempting to track
Geronimo through the mountains of Sonora,

we came across a burning Inatan village.

What we found there was unspeakable.

There’s two dead women there.

Two little kids.

Scalped ’em all, all four of ’em.

Bounty hunters.

[ Sighs ]

Government down here
pays 200 pesos a head for the men,

100 for the women and 50 for those kids.

Kill any Indian and claim they’re Apache.

| don’t see how any man can sink that low.
Must be Texans.

Lowest form of white man there is.

[ Apache ]

Most of the men got away.

They go up into the hills.

They come back one day, maybe two.

They come back for their families,

and build big fire and burn the bodies.

And they go join up
with other Yaqui tribe.

Maybe find new wives.

They go off that way, into the hills.

After they hunt Yaqui men,
they go to Soyapos, get their money.

You and Sieber, | want you
to track the bounty hunters that did this.

[ Apache ]

[ Man ]
Been down here almost 20 years.

| was in the war.

Confederate officer.

After the hostilities ended...

| went to Texas.

Got in a little scrape with the law.

Come down here, got a new name.

New start.

Wife.

Family.

But in my heart...

well, hell,

I’m still aa Tennessee man.

My wife and her sisters,

they trade with Apache women.

They come down from the mountains.

They’ve done it for years.

A few days back, some Chiricahua
showed up near here.

Where?

Straight up Montaria Avviripe.

-[ Speaking Spanish ]
-Si, sefior.

Buenos dias.

| didn’t expect to see
many Americans down here.

-Where you fellas from?
-Texas.

| keep a house in Brewster County.

Awful far from home, ain’t ya?

We just came down here,
try to make ourselves a living.

And what about you, friend?

You got a real curious nature.

You the law?

Me? Hell, no!

I’m just huntin’ that
son of a bitch Geronimo.

Thought you might've
come across something to help me out.

I’m sorry, amigo. We ain't seen nothing.

Apache?

Why don’t you sit down here
while we have us a drink?

We take real good care of you.

Cover my back.

Anything happens, fire...

and keep firing.

Sir.

-Al?
-[ Whispering ] It’s them.

That Apache is with us.

Don't look like it to me.

He’s a sergeant of scouts
in the United States Army.

Who the hell are you?

Charles Gatewood,
Lieutenant, Sixth Cavalry.

You boys are out of uniform.

Maybe he oughta wear one.

Somebody down here...

take that scalp of his.

Make themselves a little money.

Ten days ago...

we came across a Yaqui village.

All the Indians slaughtered.

Hmm.

We come across the same type
of thing a while back.

| tell ya, this is a crazy country.

Hundred dollars...

buys that scalp back.

Nice doin’ business with you,
Mr. Gatewood.

But...

| changed my mind.

You rotten son of a bitch.

-Amigo.
-[ Cocks Gun ]

Move it... Dixie boy.

Goddamn! [ Chuckles ]

| never thought I’d get killed tryin’
to help save an Apache.

We got em, Mr. Sieber. We got ’em all.

[ Whispers ] Yeah.

I’ve been gun shot, arrow shot 17 times.

Twenty years chasin’ old Geronimo.

Nothin’ I’d love better
than being there...

to finish.

You don’t have to account
yourself to me, Al.

You’re a brave man.

[ Quietly ]
| never did have no kind of luck.

Never did.

So...

I’m gonna catch me
a little sleep here for...

a minute or two.

Rotten sons of bitches.

Gatewood, no more burro. Can't go higher.

Chato and I... are goin’ on here alone.

You stay with the supplies.

Sir,

are you giving me a choice?

That’s an order, Lieutenant.

| know it’s hard to come
this far then stop.

And I’m sorry.

Somebody’s gotta go back
and tell the truth.

Britton,

you're a fine officer.

You stay noble.

We’re tryin’ to make a country here.

It’s hard.

[ Mangas ] Why did you bring him?

He is an enemy to his people.

He thinks you are.

He’s a brave man to come here.

Enough Chiricahua are dead.

[ Apache ]

Have they taught you to lie, Gatewood?

| don’t lie.

But the truth is Gen. Miles
will hunt you for 50 years.

He’s already sent
your families to Florida,

which is far, far away.

Look around.

See how few warriors you have left.

If | kill White-Eyes forever...

| am still Geronimo,

an Apache.

Who are you, Gatewood?

Just a man... like you.

And | wanna go home!

| want to see my family.

My God—

My God is a God of peace.

God of life, not death.

What does your God say?

Yosin is not here with us on the mountain.

Tell me, what is in your heart?

The war’s over.

| offer this...

because it has power for me.

Our fight must end here.

When | was young,

| took a wife.

We lived in these mountains.

We have our family.

The Mexican soldiers came
and they killed her.

They killed her and my two little girls.

They killed them because we are Apache.

| remember when | found their bodies.

| stood until much time had passed,

not knowing what to do.

| had no weapon.

But | did not want to fight.

| did not pray.

| did not do anything.

| had no purpose left.

After a year had passed,

my power showed me how to get revenge.

And always since then,

| get revenge.

But no matter how many | kill,

| could not bring back my family.

Yosin...

the Apache God, is a God of peace.

| gave you the blue stone.

You give me this.

It will be peace.

[ Davis ] On September 4, 1886...

Geronimo and 34 Chiricahua
men, women and children...

surrendered to Gen. Nelson Miles.

As he handed over his weapons,
Geronimo simply said:

“Once | moved about like the wind.

Now / surrender. And that is all.”

He refused any further
conversation with the General.

After arranging Geronimo’s
final surrender,

Lt Gatewood was
immediately transferred...

to a remote garrison in northern Wyoming.

His continued presence would have been
an embarrassing reminder...

that the United States Army
had failed to defeat a band of 35 Apache.

Instead of being rewarded
with a medal for his heroic efforts,

Lt. Charles Gatewood
was sentenced to obscurity.

-Jf [ Bugle ]
-Sir, formation is ready.

Attention!

-Prepare to mount.
-Present arms!

Mount!

Detail, arms... halt!

“By order of the office
of the President of the United States,

all Chiricahua scouts are under arrest,

and will be transported to Fort Marion
Prison, St. Augustine, Florida...

with the outlaw Apaches led by Goyakla,

known as Geronimo.

The Apache scouts from the White
Mountain, Coyotero and Mescalero tribes...

are to return at once
to their reservations.

They will remain
within these boundaries...

unless given express permission
to travel.

Their duties for
the United States Army are at an end.

We thank them for their services.”

Detail, collect arms!

I’m a good Apache. It’s just not right.

I’m Sgt. Chato, a scout.

[ Davis ] Later that afternoon, Geronimo,
his band of renegades...

and all the Chiricahua
that had served the army so faithfully...

were loaded into wagons and transported
fo the railhead at Holbrook.

There they were to begin
their journey to Florida...

and imprisonment.

Morning report, sir.

Mr. Glenville,
I’d like to see the General.

-On what business?
-It's about Mr. Gatewood.

Sir.

| thought the US Army kept its word.

| thought maybe we were
the only ones left who did.

What’s going on out there is a disgrace.

Lieutenant, you’re more worried about
keeping your word to a savage...

than you are fulfilling your duties
to the citizens of this country.

We won. That’s what matters.

It’s over, Lieutenant.

Geronimo, the Apache,

the whole history of the West
except being a farmer.

| don’t think Mr. Gatewood
would want me to be a part of any of this.

| hate an idealist.

There’s always something messy about them.

I’m ashamed.

And you have my resignation.

[ Davis ] 7o the disappointment
of family and friends,

| had ended my military career.

Over the years, the events surrounding
the Geronimo Campaign...

have continued to haunt me.

/ carry the memory of those days:

days of bravery and cruelty,

of heroism and deceit.

And / am still faced
with an undeniable truth:

A way of life that endured
7,000 years was gone.

This desert...

this land that we look out on,

would never be the same.

[ Davis ] Geronimo lived for another
22 years as a prisoner of war.

Despite its promise, the federal
government never let him return home.