New Mexico (1951)

[bunniefuu]

[boisterous orchestral music]

[hollering]

[upbeat orchestral music]

- [Man] Mr. President.

- [Man] Present!

[hollering]

- Thank you, Major.

- Rough riding, Mr. President.

- Oh, I'm used to it.

Cavalry horses ride

smoother than an arm chair

in the White House.

- Mr. Lincoln used to be

in the Cavalry, Major.

In the Illinois volunteer,

Captain Abe Lincoln.

- Where is Lieutenant

Hunt, Major?

- Mr. Hunt.

- I'm glad to meet

you, Lieutenant.

I want to thank you for

excellence of your reports

on the Indian situation here

in New Mexico territory.

- I thank you, sir.

I'd like to share that

honor with our Indian scout.

Corporal Coyote.

- At any rate, I'm here

because of the fine work

of your men, thank you.

Judge Wilcox, I'd like

to meet Acoma now.

- Certainly, Mr. President,

would you just step this way?

[stately orchestral music]

[mumbles]

All right, Acoma, step forward.

Come alone, come along.

- Mr. Hunt, takeover.

- Yes, sir.

[speaking in foreign language]

Mr. President, allow

me to present, Acoma,

w*r chief of the Indian nations

of the New Mexico territory.

[mumbles]

- I'm delighted.

[speaking in foreign language]

I cannot speak the language

of your people, Acoma.

But I have learned to

say, we meet as friends.

[speaking in foreign language]

- Mr. President,

Acoma speaks English.

- Well I should think

he would, Judge.

His family's been in the

country longer than any of ours.

- The great white father

honors his [mumbles].

As our hands were

jostling in friendship,

so may we end all our

people for red and white.

[mumbles] in peace.

- I wish it with all my heart.

- Only evil man [mumbles]

can break this friendship.

- Then let each of us with

evil men among us, Acoma,

you as chief of your people,

and I as President of mine,

so may we live and work

together, many people,

but one nation.

Judge Wilcox, will you be

good enough to hand me the

presentation for Acoma?

I present this to you in the

name and with the good will

of the people of the

United States of America.

And now, farewell.

[speaking in foreign language]

[hollering]

- Soldiers!

[yelling]

[upbeat orchestral music]

[g*n shot blasting]

[dramatic orchestral music]

- Get out!

Don't want Indians around here!

- Hello.

- What's going on

here, Sergeant?

Where you taking these men?

- They're under arrest, Captain.

- For what?

- Stealing rations, sir.

Food belongs to them,

Harrison, let 'em go.

- Colonel McComb's

orders, Captain.

- All right, go ahead,

I'll speak to the Colonel.

[mumbles]

- Whoa!

Howdy' Captain!

Got some mail there for ya.

- All right, throw it over.

- Oh, sorry Captain, I ain't

the sh**ter I used to was.

- Good morning, Major.

- [mumbles] ma'am, morning.

- Are we near Fort Union?

- You'll be there in

a few minutes, ma'am.

- Hallelujah, we know

every bump in this road

'tween here and Kansas City.

We're only halfway

to where we're going.

- Bound for Las Vegas, ma'am?

- Yes, we have an

engagement there.

This is my niece, Cherry,

the well known entertainer,

in the theater.

- Captain Hunt, ma'am.

- How do you do?

I'm Mrs. Fenway, her manager.

You've heard of

Cherry, I'm sure.

- Well, I--

- I'm afraid we're holding

up the coach, Captain.

Are there any accommodations

at Fort Union?

- Oh you'd be most

welcome, I'm sure.

- Will we be seeing you there?

- [Captain] I'd be honored

to show you around, ma'am.

- Thank you.

I'll be looking forward to--

- Indians!

- Better go ahead Bertie.

- Giddy up, [mumbles].

- All right, Acoma, I know

what this is all about.

- My braves must be released.

- They'll be trouble if

you come busting into

the fort like this.

You better let me handle

it, there's some mistake.

- First two time maybe,

third time not Captain.

- All right, follow

me, I'll get it fixed.

[dramatic orchestral music]

[hollering]

- Let's go see who's

in the coach, guys.

- Expecting somebody [mumbles]?

- Wah-hoo, it's Cherry!

[yelling]

- Attention!

Make way for [mumbles]--

[yelling over each other]

- Put me down, boys.

Put me down, I said.

- Gettin' fancy, huh Cherry?

You didn't act so fancy in

Kansas City when the boys--

[hand smacking]

- [Captain] Wait here, Acoma.

- Captain Hunt!

Hello.

- Hello.

- Ready to be shown around.

- Sorry, I'll be busy.

I'd like to request the

release of Acoma's three men,

Colonel McComb.

- Request denied.

Anything else?

- May I respectfully remind

you, sir, that this is

a violation of treaty.

- I'll rule on

that, Captain Hunt.

They were arrested for

stealing, they're a pack

of thieves and beggars.

- I'm sorry, sir, I

can't agree with that.

The Indians were taking

supplies that belong to them.

That are being

withheld illegally.

- They're getting their

supplies that the law provides.

If they claim otherwise,

they're lying.

- I claim otherwise,

Mr. Commissioner.

I claim they're being cheated

and robbed and it's bound

to lead to trouble.

- Are you daring

to suggest that--

- Captain Hunt, if you

or the Indians have

any accusations to make

against the Commissioner,

they'll be made

through channels.

- Some of those channels

are clogged, sir.

Hungry men getting impatient.

- There are ways of dealing

with impatiences, Hunt.

You'll follow me and I'll

show you how we treated

smart Indians in the old army.

That's an order.

- Yes, sir.

- [Colonel] Get out

of this fort, Acoma.

And take those braves with ya.

- You will release my

men first, Colonel.

If they have done wrong,

I will have them punished.

- You'll have them punished?

- We have our own laws,

ancient tribal laws.

Your President gave

us the authority

to judge our own people.

- I don't recognize

your authority.

When you or any of your

people break the laws,

we'll do the punishing.

Now get!

Arrest them!

Stop those Indians!

- [Captain] Don't sh**t!

- You heard my orders, fire!

[g*n shot blasting]

- Great white father is dead.

But his heart could live.

You have stopped it again.

- Lock him up.

- I owe you a debt,

Colonel McComb.

Judge Wilcox.

I will pay it.

- [Captain] Colonel McComb.

- What do you want, Hunt?

- Sir, I request permission

to file charges with

the Secretary of w*r

concerning the killings that

have just taken place.

- Request denied.

You're under arrest for

attempting to counter command

a superior officer's orders.

As such, you have no legal

right till it's cleared

by court's marshal.

You will confine

yourself to quarters.

- Yes, sir.

[somber orchestral music]

Acoma?

[speaking in foreign language]

A long time ago you said

that no matter what happens,

these words would remind

us that we are friends.

Will you say them?

- The friendship is broken.

You just tasted the

blood of my worries

that cries out for vengeance.

- I understand how you feel.

Anyway, take this back.

Belongs to you.

If you're planning to raise

the hatchet, Acoma, don't.

It'd be a big mistake.

- Indians aren't afraid

to die, Captain Hunt.

- I know that.

But you're letting a few

evil men make you forget

all the good that's been done.

- Souls of my dead warriors

will not rest until

their murderers lie beside them.

- We have laws, too, Acoma.

They take a little time,

but the men who ordered your

men shot will be punished.

That I promise.

- Promises of white men

are like dust in the wind.

- Listen to me, Acoma,

I'm your friend,

but if you take the law into

your own hands there will

be w*r and you'll

make me your enemy.

Don't do that.

Give me some sign to your

braves not to raise the hatchet.

- The hatchet is already raised.

[suspenseful orchestral music]

[hatchet thumping]

[dramatic orchestral music]

[knife thuds]

- First of my debts has

been paid, Captain Hunt.

Do not come after me.

But there will be more.

- Good!

I'll alert the Post!

[horn tooting]

- Gary!

[hollering over each other]

- Acoma!

[mumbles]

- No chance catch

Acoma at night.

- Is that what you're

hoping you dog eating--

- All right, break it up!

As you were Anderson!

- We've got Captain

Hunt to thank for this,

you know that?

- What's the matter?

What's happened--

- Indian attack, Colonel

McComb's been m*rder*d.

- Oh no!

- Now, now, now,

it'll be all right,

it'll be all right.

[sobbing]

- Take it easy, Feather.

- [Man] Here comes Captain Hunt!

- Any luck, Captain?

- Too dark, not a chance.

Double the guards, sergeant.

Order all troops out,

full field equipment.

- Yes, sir.

- Mr. Vermont.

- Yes, sir?

- Troops AD will remain

to guard the fort.

All civilians to be

evacuated to Fort Reed,

two platoons to escort them.

All transportation west is

suspended until further notice.

- [Mr. Vermont] Yes, sir.

- I want volunteers for a

small patrol to leave at dawn.

There's a chance to settle

this thing without w*r

if we don't go out to strength.

Before you decide I want

to warn you that it's

a dangerous chance.

But I think it'll work.

All right, who's coming?

- Sergeant Garrity, sir!

- Van Vechton.

- Anderson--

[talking over each other]

- Good, we'll travel

light, sergeant.

Five days ration.

Let us see that these

men get some sleep,

there won't be

much from here on.

- Yes, sir.

All right, get

your tack together

and hit the sack on the double!

- Captain Hunt!

We don't wish to go east.

- There's a stage

leaving tomorrow.

You better take it.

- We happen to want to go west,

is that any of your business?

- Yes, it's my business,

Acoma's Indians are moving

that way, I've stopped

all traffic west.

- The judge offered to

take us to Santa Fe.

- No dice.

Not Santa Fe or Albuquerque

or Tucson either.

- He asked us to leave.

- Stop being fancy,

they run us out.

Couldn't you make

that Las Vegas, Judge?

- Captain Hunt wouldn't

like that, would he?

Mr. Vermont.

I think that you should

insist that Captain Hunt

turn the command over to you.

- You do?

- Yes, because I doubt

his fitness or his desire

to catch Acoma, and

furthermore, he's under arrest.

I myself heard the

Colonel order it.

- I didn't hear a thing, Judge.

[knocking]

- Come in.

Yes, Mr. Vermont?

- Captain, might it be

better if I took this patrol

out alone?

- What do you mean by that?

- Just a suggestion, sir.

- We leave at dawn, Mr. Vermont.

Under my command.

- Yes, sir.

[upbeat orchestral music]

[wind howling]

[dramatic orchestral music]

- Which way do the

tracks go, Coyote?

- Always our tribe move.

Take everyone, squalls,

little ones, [mumbles].

Seen w*r, Captain.

[wind drowns out speakers]

If I know Acoma, he's gonna

try and take the [mumbles].

- That's what we're trying

to prevent, Mr. Vermont.

Pack the horses, Coyote.

[hollering]

[wind howling]

[dramatic orchestral music]

- I don't think they should be

pushed much further, Captain.

The horses or men.

- It's what Acoma thinks.

He's pushing horses

and men, too.

- No disrespect

sir, just curiosity.

You're getting further

away from the fort.

You don't know

where Acoma's going.

You're running low on

rations, water and morale.

My book doesn't tally.

- Acoma didn't learn tactics

from a book at West Point,

Mr. Vermont.

- Anyway, how do you

intend to find him?

- I don't.

Think he'll find us.

Mount!

- Tired Serg?

- This is one of the times

in my life I wish I was

in the Navy.

- Yeah, sure is

peaceful, the ocean.

- Nothing but blue

skies and water.

And just kinda [mumbles].

[g*n shot blasting]

[hollering]

[g*n shots blasting]

- Mount!

Hold it!

- Looks like Acoma's

found us, Captain.

Are we going after 'em?

- We won't be going in that

direction, Mr. Vermont.

[dramatic orchestral music]

- I'm all mixed up I can't

figure out whether it's

been a 1,000 or 1500 years

I've been stuck in this saddle.

I've got calluses

crampin' my neck.

[mumbles]

- Ah, laugh you jug heads.

Get knocked off one at a time.

Not even a man

stands to hit back.

- Cheever?

Cheever, you're

dead in your saddle.

- No, keep your hands off

me I'm riding, ain't I?

[hollering]

- [Captain] What happened here?

- He got himself hung up.

No bones broken, I think.

- I'm sorry about this,

sir, couldn't help it.

- You all right?

- Yes.

- Sergeant Garrity?

- [Sergeant] Yes, sir.

- See to Private

Cheever's horse, Sergeant.

- Yes, sir.

That shoe is gone.

By the looks of things,

it's been off of their a

couple of days, why

didn't you report it?

- When, there ain't

no time to stop.

- If I catch you

guys mistreating

these horses anymore,

I'll knock your teeth out.

- Care more about the horses

than you do about the men.

- It's a lot tougher to

replace a good horse.

- Just fix it, Sergeant.

Let's save the fighting

for the Indians.

- Yes, sir.

- Why didn't you, Lieutenant?

- Look at him with that shrew.

He's acting more like

General Grant everyday.

- The men are in

bad shape, Captain.

Including those that don't fall.

- How are the supplies?

- Water's about gone.

Rations for about a day.

- We'll go on for another

day then, as soon as the

horses are ready.

- I'd like to respectfully

remind you, sir,

it's five days back to the fort.

- Well aware of that, Mister.

I got a belly full of this.

I thought you were

in to k*ll Indians?

- I didn't want to

run away from 'em.

- [Man] Shut up, Anderson,

you want him to hear ya?

- Let him hear me!

I'm sick of this, when do

we get a chance to fight?

- Yeah, let's

fight or turn back.

- Did I hear someone

say who's tired?

Anybody want me to call this

off and go back to Fort Union?

Private Clifton, do

you wanna go back?

- Why no, sir.

- [Captain] Corporal Mack?

[mumbles]

- [Corporal Mack]

Not me, Captain.

- Daniels, Harrison,

Vale, Parsons?

- I'm not going.

- I'm tired.

- Anderson?

- I'm sticking.

- Good, fine.

Everybody wants to keep going.

But you're all liars!

Liars, every good

covered stale one of ya!

I guess that includes me.

Sure aren't lying as

hard as the rest of ya.

We're all sick of riding.

We wanna a bath,

hot grub and a bed.

I want to sleep without dreaming

about b*ll*ts in our backs.

But that's not for us.

Not yet.

I don't know what you think

of Indians, I don't care.

When it comes to this

kind of fighting,

they got guts and

stamina and brains.

When we started out I

thought we'd find Acoma

in a couple of days.

He's still ahead of us.

But we're gonna track him down.

We're gonna bring him back.

Or we're staying.

And that's it!

Staying!

Mr. Vermont!

- [Mr. Vermont] Yes, sir!

- Are we ready to mount?

- We're ready sir.

- Take 10 minutes rest.

- Hey, how about a

slug of your water?

- Get your own.

- Yup, I guess that Serg

would like to hear about this.

- Open your trap and

I'll fill it with lead.

- I'd rather have it filled

with what ya got there.

How about it?

- Three bucks a swig.

- Three bucks?

I only make $16 a month.

- Three bucks.

- It's called rock

with wings, Captain.

- I know, Coyote.

[speaking in foreign language]

Ever been up to

the Pueblo on top?

- No, no, forbidden,

very sacred to Indian.

Built long time ago,

before Columbus.

Then Spanish come,

attack Indian on top.

- I wouldn't try it

without a*tillery.

- Many Spanish

died, take 11 day.

They have g*ns, the

Indian only bow and arrow.

Rocks, Spanish get

up, build church.

Then earthquake

break up only trail.

Everyone die.

- You mean nobody could get

up there even if they tried?

- Indian who want to bad

enough can go anywhere.

- Well you're an Indian, Coyote.

And a soldier.

That's why we're going.

[horn tooting]

- Away [hollering].

Go!

[suspenseful orchestral music]

- Halt!

Dismount!

- Are you thinking of

climbing that, Captain?

- That's the idea, Mr. Vermont.

Coyote, Garrity.

- Yes, sir?

- I want you, Harrison,

Anderson, Daniels and Lindley,

and r*fles and one canteen

of water on the double.

- Yes, sir.

- Have the rest of the

men cover us as we climb.

We run into trouble don't

come up, just get the men

back to the fort.

You'll find a water hole

if you go back by way of

Temple Dome.

- [Man] Lead the way, Coyote.

[suspenseful orchestral music]

- [mumbles] Garrity,

Daniels, come with me.

The rest of you

go with Harrison.

And watch it.

[dramatic orchestral music]

I had a hunch we'd

find something here.

Guess I was wrong.

[bell chiming]

Come on!

[suspenseful orchestral music]

- Hey!

[g*n shot blasting]

- I thought we was

after Indians, Captain.

- Couldn't you see

they were kids?

- They grow up.

- Take his g*n, Daniels.

[punch thudding]

- He's dead, Captain.

- I'm sorry about this, but

why did you ring that bell?

Who were you trying to signal?

All right, son.

- I'm not your son.

Your soldier k*lled my brother.

Some day I k*ll him.

- I could make him

talk if you'd let me.

- I'll bet you could.

Get out of my sight!

Acoma's boy, aren't you?

Well let's get down to the

bottom as fast as we can,

and we'll warn the men to

be on alert for an attack.

Lindley, you stay here,

keep your eyes open,

fire a shot if you see

anything on the horizon.

- Yes, sir.

Garrity, take care of the boy.

Come on, Coyote.

- Come on, Charlie.

- What is it, Coyote?

- Too many horses coming.

- Hold it!

Are you sure, Coyote?

I can see for

miles, not a trace.

Maybe it's our own horses below.

- Maybe so.

[g*n shots blasting]

[intense orchestral music]

[hollering]

- Come on down quick!

[suspenseful orchestral music]

[yelling]

[intense orchestral music]

[yelling]

[g*n shots blasting]

- [mumbles] don't k*ll me!

- All right, come on.

[g*n shots blasting]

- [mumbles] b*ll*ts

like [mumbles] speed.

Take it off.

- No, no, feather

bring good luck.

A high honor for Indian.

Always must wear it.

- Hogwash.

[g*n shots blasting]

- We stopped 'em!

- Don't have refreshment.

Here's your three bucks.

- The situation's

changed, six bucks.

- Six bucks?

- Six bucks take it or don't.

- I'll take it.

Pay ya later.

- One swig, any more and it

comes out through your neck.

Start.

- Hold your fire!

He wants a truce.

- Captain Hunt!

- Stay down and

be quiet, Charlie.

- I warn you not to

come up to me, Captain.

We can k*ll you all now.

That is still not my wish.

We will allow you and your

men to return to the fort,

safely.

- We'd be glad to.

We want you to come with us.

- I always know you are

a brave man, Captain.

I did not think you a fool.

- You're right, Acoma, I'm not.

You k*lled four of my

men trying to lead us

away from this rock.

We're here, you tried

to ambush us and failed.

You attacked us and

were beaten off.

- The attack made you

use b*ll*ts, Captain.

- A lot of them

found their mark.

- But you have not

many more left.

Not b*ll*ts, not food.

Not water.

Go!

Take this water and go.

- Why are you so anxious

to get us away from

rock with wings, Acoma?

- Live while you can, Captain.

- Charlie!

[speaking in foreign language]

- I want my boy.

I also want the man who

k*lled my oldest son.

- Your boy will

be safer with us.

The man who k*lled your

other son will be punished.

You must return to face

your punishment too, Acoma.

Or else we will fight.

- Each of us must do what he

believes is right, Captain.

I have 1,000 well armed men.

Many more tribes will join me.

We let you think awhile.

Then we fight.

- Wait!

No, wait.

He's offering a truce.

You can't turn down a truce!

Wait!

[mumbles] how dare you

turn down Acoma's truce.

What right have you got to

expose us to certain death?

We're not your soldiers.

I accept, Acoma.

Acoma, Acoma!

- I did not know the

judge was in the coach.

The terms have changed.

I want him, too.

- You asked for the truce,

we'll make the terms.

- Prepare to die, Captain.

You will need this.

[g*n shot blasting]

[dramatic orchestral music]

- Gather all canteens, remaining

supplies, and ammunition.

Link the horses, we're

going to the top.

Everyone, climb to the top!

[somber orchestral music]

- I just can't go another step.

- Captain Hunt, you don't

expect us to climb any further,

do you?

- I don't see that you

have any other alternative.

- These women are exhausted,

they've been through t*rture.

- They were given orders

not to come this way.

They disregarded them.

You can stay down

here, if you'd like,

we're going to the top.

- [Judge] You mean

you deserted--

- Never mind, Judge.

We'll go on.

- Harrison, Finnegan.

Help the ladies.

- Easy now, feathers,

take a deep breaths.

Upsee-daisies.

- I don't remember you turning

in your canteen, trooper.

- It was empty, I left it below.

All right.

I'll trade you,

and it ain't water.

- I'll talk to you on top.

[dramatic orchestral music]

- More braves joined Acoma

while you were climbing, sir.

- Well just keep

watching them, Lindley.

- Yes, sir.

- Issue one ration of

water all around, only one.

- We certainly could have

used the water Acoma offered

us, sir.

- That was another decoy,

Mr. Vermont, to keep

us from looking around up here.

Now you organize a

search detail, I think

you'll find water.

Maybe something more.

- Yes, sir.

- Let's go, Coyote.

[somber orchestral music]

- Does Hunt think he's gonna

find water under these rocks?

- Hard enough to hit

'em with a b*llet,

now we're gonna

throw rocks at 'em.

- What's a matter, Serg?

- I wonder if it's too

late to join the Navy?

[somber orchestral music]

- Fire not good,

Indian makes better.

- What's a matter with it?

- White men make big fire.

Sit back, Indian

make small fire.

Sit near.

- Oh, they're just too

lazy to get wood, Charlie.

- Should have gone

to West Point.

All you do is carry two

bars and give orders.

- [Man] I don't know what to

do with all my spare time now.

- Oh, Acoma ain't gonna

give you as much spare time

as you think.

- Can't you get him out of here?

Haven't there a few minutes

rest without an Indian

drilling me with his eyes?

Go on, get out of here!

- Come on, Charlie.

He is kinda a big

soldier, come on.

We'll stay over here, Charlie.

- You like be Charlie's friend?

- Why I am your friend.

- I give you present.

Old Indian owl head.

- Well, thanks Charlie.

- We friends?

- Shake.

- Now you give Charlie present.

- Anything you want, Charlie.

- I want g*n.

- g*n?

- I k*ll him.

- Oh, now Charlie,

you can't do that.

- No more friend.

- Indian giver.

- Captain Hunt, I, we

shouldn't have come.

I'll never get off the

top of this rock alive.

- Don't you believe

it, feathers.

Show you my faith in the

future I'm hereby proposing

to you, we'll get

married in San Francisco,

with all the trimmings.

It'll be just like St. Louis.

Remember the night released

that steamboat man?

- Oh, the way the

champagne flowed.

The drinks I've

passed up in my time.

Oh, what I wouldn't

give for one right now.

- A little extra ration

on Private Parsons.

[coughing]

- I thought it was water.

- Where did you get this?

[sighing]

Daniels, Parsons, I'm

real obliged to ya.

Show you my gratitude,

how about a little game.

- Oh Andrew, you never change.

How can you think of

gambling when we may be

m*rder*d any minute?

- You mean them Indians?

Let 'em come, they got

Wampum, I'll play 'em.

All right, gentleman,

gather round.

Keep your mind off your

troubles and get rich at

the same time.

Serry, Matildy, and Little Joe,

who never got his face washed.

[laughing]

- [Man] Here we are.

All right.

- Acoma stirring, sir?

- Not yet, Sergeant.

But he will be.

If I know him, he's

determined to get up here

at all costs.

- [Sergeant] Those

rocks'll hold him.

- We can stop most of them,

but some will get through.

We gotta get word

back to Fort Union.

- I'll go.

- I'd like to try it.

- I can make it, Captain.

- We'll draw for this one.

It's a long chance,

I want it equal.

- How about high card, sir?

- All right, Sergeant.

Just for luck, suppose

you let someone else deal?

- Certainly, sir.

I'll just stir 'em a bit.

- You cut 'em, feathers.

- Four.

- Six.

- Five.

- Nine.

- Eight.

- Seven.

- Fine, seven.

- Nine.

- King.

- Just a minute, Sergeant.

Let's give you another cut.

Any one off the top.

- Little Joe.

Feathers, my love,

there's my dowry.

See you in Frisco.

Good hunting, troopers.

[somber orchestral music]

- I didn't help him, much.

- He always like his

odds long, Lieutenant.

- You still acting

fancy, Cherry?

- Let her go!

How about a song, Cherry?

- [Men] Yeah, Cherry.

- I don't feel much

like singing, boys.

- Oh go ahead, Cherry,

it'll perk everybody up

and make you feel better, too.

- Okay, Serg, just for you.

♪ Soldier, soldier

won't you marry me now ♪

♪ With your r*fle,

fife and drum ♪

♪ How can I marry such

a pretty girl as you ♪

♪ When I've got

no hat to put on ♪

♪ When I've got

no hat to put on ♪

♪ Go off to the hat

shop she did go ♪

♪ Hard as she could run

♪ Brought him back the

finest that there was ♪

♪ And the soldier put it on

♪ And the soldier put it on

♪ Soldier, soldier

won't you marry me now ♪

♪ With your r*fle,

fife and drum ♪

♪ How can I marry such

a pretty girl as you ♪

♪ When I've got no

coat to put on ♪

♪ When I've got no

coat to put on ♪

♪ So off to the

tailor she did go ♪

♪ As hard as she could run

♪ Brought him back the

finest that there was ♪

♪ And the soldier put it on

♪ And the soldier put it on

♪ Soldier, soldier

won't you marry me now ♪

♪ With your r*fle,

fife and drum ♪

♪ How can I marry such

a pretty girl as you ♪

♪ When I've got no

shoes to put on ♪

♪ When I've got no

shoes to put on ♪

♪ So off to the shoe

shop she did go ♪

♪ As hard as she could run

♪ Brought him back the

finest that there was ♪

♪ And the soldier put them on

♪ And the soldier put them on

♪ Soldier, soldier,

won't you marry me now ♪

♪ With your r*fle,

fife and drum ♪

♪ How can I marry such

a pretty girl as you ♪

♪ With a wife and baby at home

♪ With a wife and baby at home

- Come on, Cherry, do it

like you used to do it

in Kansas City!

[cheering]

- All right boys.

[hollering]

[upbeat harmonica music]

- Let him go, she asked for it!

- You've been askin' for it.

[punches thudding]

- Leave her alone!

She's going with me.

Are there any votes against it?

[g*n shot blasting]

- I happen to need even you.

Now my aim would be better.

I suppose you could be

soldiers, if we weren't

weighed down with parasites.

I can't give orders to them,

but I can give 'em to you.

From now on if I catch any

man even talking to one

of the civilians, he's going

down off this rock on his own.

So the rest of us can

stay here and fight.

Indians.

- I'd be your friend.

- Oh thanks, Charlie.

- Are you thirsty?

- Yes, very.

- You come with me.

- You know where there's water?

- It's a secret.

- Is this where the water is?

[water trickling]

- Good?

- Oh I can't tell you how good.

- Do not tell anyone.

It's a secret.

With you, me.

- Please listen to me, Charlie.

- No!

- Try to understand.

We can't let anybody die.

Even when we hate them.

- You break promise!

- Charlie!

Charlie.

I know how you feel.

But I've got to tell

'em about this too.

Don't you see, it might

keep a lot of people

from being k*lled,

yours and mine.

Come with me.

[gentle orchestral music]

- Where've you been?

- None of your business.

- Where were you?

Water, you found water!

Where's the water?

- [Cherry] Let go of me!

[water trickling]

- Charlie, she's going to

tell them about these g*ns.

That won't be good for Acoma.

It won't be good for me either.

Charlie, listen, you know

the way down the trail in

the dark, don't you?

Oh, I don't mean that

you should go alone.

I'll go along with

you and I'll help you.

It would be a fine brave

thing for you to do.

And your father'd

be so proud of you.

And he'd be so happy

he'd let me go free.

Oh show me the way through

the trail, will you, Charlie?

- Soldiers stop you.

- Oh, don't worry about that.

I'll get you by the soldiers.

I'll sneak you by,

just you and me,

we'll sneak by.

Charlie, just think, you

can save your father.

Will ya, Charlie?

That's the boy, that's a boy.

We'll get out of here.

- Captain Hunt, Captain Hunt!

Water, g*ns, I found them.

- What are talking about?

- The Indian boy, he showed

me where the water is.

g*ns and ammunition

are hidden there, too.

- Where?

- [Cherry] I'll show you.

- So this is what

Acoma was after.

Brand new, repeating r*fles.

And enough ammunition to

supply the five nations.

[dramatic orchestral music]

- You can call off the

search for the Judge

and the Indian boy.

- [Mr. Vermont] He'll know

we found the g*ns now.

- Wait, wait Charlie.

Wait.

We'll beg your father.

Now you tell him I brought

you down, won't you?

You tell him I did it

for you, won't you?

- Not do for me, do for you.

- No, wait Charlie!

No, wait Charlie, tell

him I'm your friend!

[speaking in foreign language]

Acoma!

I brought you your son down.

I brought you, didn't I?

Didn't I?

I saved him for you.

I don't want any reward for it.

I just want you to let me go.

Acoma, I know that you

Indians have been mistreated.

And when you do let me go,

I'm going to Washington

and I'll do something about it.

I'll get him to do

something about it

and I'll get a full

pardon for you.

Because I'm your friend.

Do you remember?

I was with President

Lincoln, do you remember?

- Acoma remembers.

- Yeah, well.

He would want you to let me go.

The government will be very

mad if you don't let me go,

Acoma.

[speaking in foreign language]

What are you gonna do, Acoma?

Acoma, look, I've got a

beautiful present for you,

it's pure gold,

gold just for you.

Absolutely pure gold

and it's all for you.

Acoma, all gold,

just to let me go.

[speaking in foreign language]

[yelling]

[dramatic orchestral music]

[mumbles]

Acoma!

Acoma!

- We can expect the

attack any minute.

- How do you get transferred

out of this outfit?

- [mumbles] attack now, Captain,

better let me go for help.

Only Indian can get through.

You will let Coyote

go, not lose more men.

- All right, Coyote, go ahead.

Good luck.

Alert the men, Sergeant.

- Oh, yeah.

[intense orchestral music]

[g*n shot blasting]

[suspenseful orchestral music]

[g*n shots blasting]

- Light your torches!

[dramatic orchestral music]

Release trails!

Cut your ropes!

[g*n shots blasting]

- You're hurt, Captain.

Let me help.

- I'm all right.

You gotta get through [mumbles].

- Put your arm around me.

[g*n shots blasting]

- Get the candle.

Get the blanket.

Get on the ladder.

You better go on up now.

- I'm not going without you.

- Go up I told you!

[g*n shots blasting]

[mumbles]

- That's all right.

It's good to be

needed and liked.

I haven't had much

of that in my life.

- I'm sorry I didn't see

that part of you before.

Maybe if we'd met separately.

[speaking in foreign language]

- The g*ns, they are burning.

[dramatic orchestral music]

- Acoma!

[g*n shot blasting]

Take the boy and go.

It's your life and

his and others now.

Hurry, hurry.

[dramatic orchestral music]

[expl*si*n booming]