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# Round her neck she wore a yellow ribbon | 0:00:27 | 0:00:31 | |
# She wore it in the winter and the merry month of May | 0:00:31 | 0:00:34 | |
# Whe-en I asked her why the yellow ribbon... | 0:00:34 | 0:00:38 | |
# She said 'tis for my lover who is in the Cavalry | 0:00:38 | 0:00:43 | |
# Cavalry! Cavalry! | 0:00:43 | 0:00:45 | |
# She said it's for my lover who is in the Cavalry | 0:00:45 | 0:00:50 | |
# Cavalry! Cavalry! | 0:00:50 | 0:00:52 | |
# She said it's for my lover in the US Cavalry | 0:00:52 | 0:00:57 | |
# I'm lonesome since I crossed the hill | 0:01:06 | 0:01:08 | |
# And o'er the moor and valley | 0:01:08 | 0:01:09 | |
# Such heavy thoughts my heart do fill | 0:01:09 | 0:01:11 | |
# Since parting with my Sally | 0:01:11 | 0:01:14 | |
# I seek no more the fine and gay For each does but remind me | 0:01:14 | 0:01:18 | |
# How swift the hours did pass away With the girl I left behind me. # | 0:01:18 | 0:01:23 | |
NARRATOR: 'Custer is dead, and around the bloody guidon of the 7th Cavalry | 0:01:34 | 0:01:38 | |
'lie 212 officers and men. | 0:01:38 | 0:01:41 | |
'The Sioux and Cheyenne are on the warpath. | 0:01:44 | 0:01:48 | |
'News of the Custer massacre is flashed across the long, lonely miles to the Southwest... | 0:01:48 | 0:01:57 | |
'by stagecoach - to the hundred settlements and the thousand farms | 0:01:57 | 0:02:02 | |
'under threat of an Indian uprising. | 0:02:02 | 0:02:06 | |
'Pony Express riders know that one more such defeat, | 0:02:06 | 0:02:11 | |
'and it would be 100 years before another wagon train dared to cross the Plains. | 0:02:11 | 0:02:16 | |
'From the Canadian border to the Rio Bravo, | 0:02:16 | 0:02:20 | |
'ten thousand Indians... Kiowa...Comanche...Arapahoe... Sioux and Apache, | 0:02:20 | 0:02:23 | |
'under Sitting Bull, Crazy Horse, Gall and Crow King, | 0:02:23 | 0:02:29 | |
'are uniting in a common war against the United States Cavalry.' | 0:02:29 | 0:02:34 | |
Yo-ho! | 0:02:39 | 0:02:42 | |
Come on. | 0:02:46 | 0:02:49 | |
Hey, that's Major Cheadle, the Paymaster, ain't it? | 0:03:37 | 0:03:42 | |
Yeah. Looks like we ain't gonna get paid for another three months. | 0:03:42 | 0:03:47 | |
'And wherever the flag rises over some lonely Army Post, | 0:03:52 | 0:03:55 | |
'there may be one man... one Captain...fated to wield... | 0:03:55 | 0:04:00 | |
'the sword of destiny.' | 0:04:00 | 0:04:03 | |
Good morning, sir. Five forty-two, sir. | 0:04:06 | 0:04:10 | |
-Five forty-one! -And a lovely day it is, sir. Colder than blazes. | 0:04:10 | 0:04:15 | |
Mrs Jameson's had her baby, sir. The stage-coach to Sudro's Wells has been discontinued. | 0:04:15 | 0:04:22 | |
And a dispatch from Paradise River - Private MacKenzie got himself shot. | 0:04:22 | 0:04:27 | |
A boy or a girl? | 0:04:27 | 0:04:30 | |
Er...a little Trooper, sir. | 0:04:30 | 0:04:33 | |
-When does the stage-coach stop running? -It's stopped. | 0:04:33 | 0:04:38 | |
-MacKenzie...is he dead? -Yes, sir. | 0:04:38 | 0:04:42 | |
Hmm. A good man, MacKenzie. He'd have made Corporal in five or six years. | 0:04:44 | 0:04:51 | |
You've got a breath on you like a hot mince-pie. | 0:04:59 | 0:05:04 | |
-Aw, you know I took the pledge after Chapultepec... -And Bull Run AND Gettysburg... | 0:05:04 | 0:05:11 | |
-Aw, Captain, darlin'... -Beats me where you hide the stuff. | 0:05:11 | 0:05:16 | |
Six more days. | 0:05:21 | 0:05:24 | |
Six more days, and I retire. | 0:05:24 | 0:05:27 | |
The Army will never be the same when we retire, sir. | 0:05:27 | 0:05:32 | |
The sun and the moon change, but the Army knows no seasons. | 0:05:32 | 0:05:37 | |
We're in our PRIME too. An abuse of taxpayers' money. | 0:05:37 | 0:05:42 | |
-The only tax you've paid is a whisky tax. Ready? -Ready, sir. | 0:05:42 | 0:05:47 | |
-'Morning, gentlemen. -Good morning, sir. | 0:05:53 | 0:05:57 | |
Well... | 0:06:02 | 0:06:04 | |
Carry on. | 0:06:04 | 0:06:06 | |
Good morning. | 0:06:10 | 0:06:12 | |
Yo-oh! | 0:06:22 | 0:06:23 | |
Mr Cohill. Inspection! | 0:06:31 | 0:06:34 | |
That's the Paradise River Patrol. | 0:06:52 | 0:06:56 | |
Yah! | 0:06:56 | 0:06:58 | |
Report, Sergeant! | 0:07:09 | 0:07:12 | |
-Gunshot wounds, sir. Dead when I found him. -Where? -Near Red Butte, sir. | 0:07:12 | 0:07:19 | |
Horses were about to give in, sir. Money box is gone, sir. | 0:07:19 | 0:07:24 | |
Cheadle? | 0:07:34 | 0:07:37 | |
What do you make of the wound, Doctor? | 0:07:37 | 0:07:40 | |
I'll need an hour, Major. Fetch him to hospital. | 0:07:41 | 0:07:46 | |
-It's not Kiowa. -No, and it's not Comanche, nor Arapahoe either. | 0:07:59 | 0:08:05 | |
-Not with those colour bands. -Hmph...Sir... | 0:08:05 | 0:08:08 | |
All right, Sergeant... put in your 2 cents' worth. | 0:08:08 | 0:08:12 | |
Sir, these yellow, white and red bands are the Southern Cheyennes. | 0:08:12 | 0:08:17 | |
Bannocks and Snakes use these colours. | 0:08:17 | 0:08:21 | |
That's true, sir. But look at the clan mark... the sign of the dog. | 0:08:21 | 0:08:27 | |
That's the arrow of a Southern Cheyenne dog-soldier. | 0:08:27 | 0:08:32 | |
-Why are they this far south, Sergeant? -That ain't my department, sir. | 0:08:32 | 0:08:38 | |
Alert the Post, Sergeant. Yes, sir. | 0:08:38 | 0:08:40 | |
-Get some rest, Tyree. -Thank you, sir. | 0:08:40 | 0:08:44 | |
The Post is closed. Sorry to spoil your outing, Miss Dandridge. | 0:09:05 | 0:09:10 | |
Sorry, indeed! Haven't you anything better to do than make yourself obnoxious? | 0:09:10 | 0:09:17 | |
Any complaints may be submitted to Major Allshard...in writing. | 0:09:17 | 0:09:23 | |
-Duplicate or triplicate ?! -Flint, don't be a spoilsport. | 0:09:23 | 0:09:28 | |
Just because I wouldn't go with YOU. Drive on... | 0:09:28 | 0:09:32 | |
You touch those reins, I'll slap you in the Guardhouse! | 0:09:32 | 0:09:37 | |
-Under arrest, Miss Dandridge? -Lt Cohill, sir... -I was merely... | 0:09:37 | 0:09:42 | |
Attention, Mr Cohill! Please proceed, Miss Dandridge. | 0:09:42 | 0:09:47 | |
I don't want to make a scene, Captain. I'm sure Mr Cohill is a fine officer. | 0:09:47 | 0:09:53 | |
But he thinks Lt Pennell hasn't rank enough for my company. | 0:09:53 | 0:09:58 | |
-< Sir, if I could just... -Your attention, Mr Pennell. | 0:09:58 | 0:10:02 | |
Your complaint, Miss Dandridge...? | 0:10:02 | 0:10:05 | |
Complaint? Oh, no complaint. I simply adore the entire Cavalry. | 0:10:05 | 0:10:11 | |
Our pleasure, Ma'am. | 0:10:11 | 0:10:13 | |
Yes, indeed. | 0:10:13 | 0:10:15 | |
Mr Cohill, wipe that grin off your face. | 0:10:15 | 0:10:19 | |
-Sir, I have denied Mr Pennell permission to leave the Post. -Why did you wish to leave the Post? | 0:10:19 | 0:10:27 | |
Picnicking, sir. | 0:10:27 | 0:10:30 | |
Picnicking? Picnicking, Miss Dandridge? In St Louis? | 0:10:30 | 0:10:35 | |
No, sir. By the waterfall, but... | 0:10:35 | 0:10:38 | |
Never apologise, Mister. It's a sign of weakness. | 0:10:38 | 0:10:42 | |
-I see no reason why Mr Pennell should not go picnicking. -Very good, sir. | 0:10:42 | 0:10:49 | |
Thank you, Captain. | 0:10:51 | 0:10:53 | |
But Mr Cohill was quite right denying YOU permission to leave under the present emergency. | 0:10:53 | 0:11:01 | |
So may I escort you to your quarters? | 0:11:01 | 0:11:06 | |
-Pass Lt Pennell, Sergeant. -Pass Lt Pennell. > | 0:11:06 | 0:11:10 | |
Where are you figuring on holding your picnic, Ross? | 0:11:12 | 0:11:17 | |
At Delmonico's in New York, about 2 months from now... | 0:11:17 | 0:11:22 | |
with Olivia on my arm. Hah! | 0:11:22 | 0:11:25 | |
Here's the last report on George Custer's outfit. | 0:11:45 | 0:11:49 | |
"On the Little Big Horn, 212 dead... Headquarters expects hard and bloody winter. | 0:11:49 | 0:11:56 | |
"Sitting Bull preaching holy war. Take all necessary precautions." | 0:11:56 | 0:12:01 | |
Here's the list, Nathan. I expect you knew most of them. | 0:12:01 | 0:12:06 | |
George Armstrong Custer... Tom Custer... Boston Custer... | 0:12:09 | 0:12:16 | |
Calhoun... | 0:12:16 | 0:12:18 | |
Cook... | 0:12:18 | 0:12:20 | |
Crittendon... | 0:12:20 | 0:12:22 | |
Harrington... | 0:12:22 | 0:12:24 | |
Keogh... | 0:12:24 | 0:12:27 | |
Miles Keogh... | 0:12:27 | 0:12:29 | |
Well, Mary... | 0:13:11 | 0:13:13 | |
Only six more days to go and your old Nathan will be out of the Army. | 0:13:13 | 0:13:20 | |
Haven't decided what I'll do yet. | 0:13:22 | 0:13:26 | |
Somehow, I just can't picture myself on the banks of the Wabash, rockin' on a front porch. | 0:13:27 | 0:13:35 | |
No, I've been thinking... | 0:13:35 | 0:13:38 | |
Maybe push on West... | 0:13:38 | 0:13:41 | |
New settlements in California. | 0:13:41 | 0:13:44 | |
We had some sad news today, Mary. | 0:13:46 | 0:13:49 | |
George Custer was killed. And his whole command. Miles Keogh... | 0:13:49 | 0:13:54 | |
You remember Miles... happy-go-lucky Irishman. | 0:13:54 | 0:13:59 | |
..Who used to waltz so well with you. Yeah... I guess I was a little jealous. | 0:14:01 | 0:14:09 | |
Never could waltz myself. | 0:14:09 | 0:14:12 | |
Well, I'm takin' the troop out in the morning. | 0:14:12 | 0:14:16 | |
Cheyennes around. I'm to pick up the patrols and drive 'em back up north. | 0:14:16 | 0:14:23 | |
Probably be my last mission, Mary. | 0:14:23 | 0:14:26 | |
Hard to believe, isn't it? | 0:14:26 | 0:14:29 | |
Hard to believe. | 0:14:31 | 0:14:34 | |
I hope I'm not intruding, Captain? | 0:14:57 | 0:15:00 | |
But I've watched you come out here to your family and... | 0:15:00 | 0:15:06 | |
So I...so I brought you this. | 0:15:06 | 0:15:09 | |
Well, I appreciate this very much. | 0:15:09 | 0:15:13 | |
Cyclamen... A Greek word. I think it means 'rabbit's ears'. | 0:15:13 | 0:15:19 | |
My wife called them 'flaming arrows'. She was fond of gardening. | 0:15:19 | 0:15:25 | |
I'm sorry I made such a fool of myself this morning. | 0:15:25 | 0:15:30 | |
-You made a fool out of a couple of young lieutenants. -Then I'm forgiven? | 0:15:30 | 0:15:37 | |
Forgiven. | 0:15:37 | 0:15:38 | |
Well, goodnight, Captain. | 0:15:38 | 0:15:41 | |
Goodnight, Miss. | 0:15:41 | 0:15:44 | |
Thank you. | 0:15:44 | 0:15:46 | |
She's a nice girl, Mary. | 0:15:58 | 0:16:01 | |
She reminds me of you. | 0:16:01 | 0:16:04 | |
Time, sir. | 0:16:13 | 0:16:16 | |
Well, old comrade, last patrol, eh? | 0:16:21 | 0:16:24 | |
Yeah, the last of many, sir. | 0:16:24 | 0:16:27 | |
-Five more. -Three more. -FIVE more! | 0:16:27 | 0:16:30 | |
-Can't you count? -I mean 3 more weeks till I retire, sir. | 0:16:30 | 0:16:35 | |
Days...weeks... what's the difference? You gonna stand there all morning? | 0:16:35 | 0:16:42 | |
-Sorry, Captain... -Don't apologise, it's... -..a sign of weakness. -Ready? -Sir! | 0:16:42 | 0:16:49 | |
Good morning. | 0:16:52 | 0:16:54 | |
-Hochbauer! -Good morning, sir. | 0:16:54 | 0:16:57 | |
-Well, once again, De Rice, eh? -Yes, sir. -'Morning, men. | 0:16:57 | 0:17:02 | |
-What's this? Hochbauer! -Yes, sir? -What's this? | 0:17:10 | 0:17:14 | |
-Orders by Major Allshard, sir. -No wagon goes on this patrol. -Orders, sir. | 0:17:14 | 0:17:21 | |
-Orders, huh? -Yes, sir. | 0:17:21 | 0:17:23 | |
Oh! | 0:17:23 | 0:17:26 | |
Good morning, sir. | 0:17:28 | 0:17:30 | |
-Side-saddles, Riley? -Side-saddles, sir. -Yeah! | 0:17:33 | 0:17:38 | |
-Side-saddles? Major Allshard... -Hold it! I know! The wagon. | 0:17:40 | 0:17:46 | |
A wagon full of women's junk. I can't hamper THIS patrol with a wagon. | 0:17:46 | 0:17:52 | |
Nathan, I'm sending my wife and her niece with you... as far as Sudro's Wells. | 0:17:52 | 0:17:58 | |
-They'll take the stage East from there. -I wish to protest... -Put it in writing. -I intend to. | 0:17:58 | 0:18:06 | |
Nathan, I sat up half the night with this. I can't keep the Dandridge girl here... | 0:18:06 | 0:18:14 | |
-She ain't Army. -I'll say she ain't. -Coffee? -No. | 0:18:14 | 0:18:18 | |
There is a party of Cheyenne dog-soldiers raiding this territory. | 0:18:18 | 0:18:25 | |
-How many 'r's in territory? -Two! -Oh. | 0:18:25 | 0:18:29 | |
Men! I want you to pay strict attention. | 0:18:38 | 0:18:42 | |
There's gonna be women with this column... | 0:18:42 | 0:18:47 | |
an' I want you men to watch them words. Watch them words! | 0:18:47 | 0:18:52 | |
VOICE: Watch them grammar! | 0:18:52 | 0:18:55 | |
Whose dog is this? | 0:19:05 | 0:19:08 | |
WHOSE DOG IS THIS ? | 0:19:08 | 0:19:11 | |
Nice dog. Irish setter. Heh! | 0:19:13 | 0:19:16 | |
Poor Abby. She says everyone will think she's running away. | 0:19:16 | 0:19:20 | |
Say, I'll be a bachelor all winter. | 0:19:20 | 0:19:24 | |
In conclusion, I respectfully protest the decision of my Commanding Officer, | 0:19:24 | 0:19:31 | |
to saddle this troop with his FEMALE relations. | 0:19:31 | 0:19:35 | |
One 'l'. | 0:19:35 | 0:19:37 | |
Signed, Nathan Brittles, and so forth... | 0:19:37 | 0:19:43 | |
Very good, Nathan. Give it to me, I'll file it. Hochbauer. | 0:19:43 | 0:19:49 | |
I know this is hard on you, Mac. | 0:19:49 | 0:19:51 | |
-You're gonna miss Abby. -Nathan, you WILL take every precaution? -Mac! | 0:19:51 | 0:19:58 | |
Sorry. Well, here I am - all ready. | 0:19:58 | 0:20:02 | |
How did he take the idea of Old Iron Pants riding with him? | 0:20:02 | 0:20:07 | |
-Under protest, my dear. -Written protest, of course. | 0:20:07 | 0:20:12 | |
Well, as long as you're going along with us we'll... | 0:20:12 | 0:20:16 | |
Abby, that is the dadblastedest outfit...Quincannon's old britches? | 0:20:16 | 0:20:22 | |
Yes. | 0:20:22 | 0:20:24 | |
-Good morning, Mr Cohill. -Good morning. | 0:20:27 | 0:20:32 | |
-I hope you approve of my uniform? -Yes, indeed. | 0:20:32 | 0:20:37 | |
It's very lovely. | 0:20:37 | 0:20:39 | |
So...Ross has branded you with his yellow ribbon? | 0:20:41 | 0:20:46 | |
How do you know it isn't for you, Mister? | 0:20:46 | 0:20:49 | |
I'd be very happy if I thought it were for me. Very happy indeed. | 0:20:49 | 0:20:55 | |
-Good morning. -Trooper Dandridge reporting for duty, sir. -Well... | 0:20:55 | 0:21:01 | |
-Right pretty, Mr Cohill, eh? -Yes, sir. | 0:21:01 | 0:21:05 | |
-A yellow ribbon, Miss Dandridge? That means a sweetheart. -Oh? -Who is it? | 0:21:05 | 0:21:12 | |
-YOU, of course, Captain. -Ha! I'll make these young bucks jealous. | 0:21:12 | 0:21:18 | |
Good morning, Flint. Oh, I hope Ross notices that yellow ribbon. | 0:21:22 | 0:21:28 | |
-I hope you're wearing that yellow ribbon for me, Olivia. -Who else, Ross? | 0:21:35 | 0:21:43 | |
BUGLER - "TAPS" | 0:21:55 | 0:21:58 | |
Right by twos! | 0:22:20 | 0:22:22 | |
Yo-oh-oh! | 0:22:22 | 0:22:24 | |
# Round her neck she wore a yellow ribbon | 0:22:24 | 0:22:29 | |
# She wore it in the winter and the merry month of May | 0:22:29 | 0:22:33 | |
# Whe-en I asked her why the yellow ribbon | 0:22:33 | 0:22:37 | |
# She said it's for my lover who is in the Cavalry. | 0:22:37 | 0:22:42 | |
# She said it's for my lover who is in the Cavalry. | 0:22:42 | 0:22:47 | |
# Cavalry! Cavalry! | 0:22:47 | 0:22:49 | |
# She said it's for my lover in the US Cavalry. # | 0:22:49 | 0:22:54 | |
Report! | 0:24:16 | 0:24:18 | |
-Trailed Mr Rynders' buck-board, sir. About a mile below the Painted Post. -Painted Post, eh? | 0:24:18 | 0:24:25 | |
-He met two men in a wagon. -Know who they were? -No, sir. | 0:24:25 | 0:24:30 | |
What do you suppose they were doing that far south? | 0:24:30 | 0:24:34 | |
Well, that ain't my department. | 0:24:34 | 0:24:37 | |
-We'll pick 'em up on the next go round... Take a point! -Yes, sir. | 0:24:37 | 0:24:42 | |
-Sergeant? -Yes, sir. | 0:25:19 | 0:25:23 | |
Right through that pass. | 0:25:23 | 0:25:26 | |
Romantic, isn't it, Miss Dandridge? Guidons gaily fluttering... bronzed men lustily singing... | 0:25:45 | 0:25:53 | |
-..and bunions aching. -Must you always be so...so vulgar, Mr Cohill? | 0:25:53 | 0:25:59 | |
The Cavalry doesn't go in for refinements. | 0:25:59 | 0:26:02 | |
Cavalry! Dismounting and walking... Might as well be in the Infantry. | 0:26:02 | 0:26:09 | |
We would be, if we didn't ease these mounts. Ride in the wagon. | 0:26:09 | 0:26:14 | |
-There are no springs on the wagons. -The men would rather have fingerbowls. -Very funny! | 0:26:14 | 0:26:21 | |
Oh, the Army! I planted 24 gardens in the first 10 years of our marriage... | 0:26:21 | 0:26:28 | |
We never stayed long enough to see a single bloom. | 0:26:28 | 0:26:33 | |
Have I your permission to ride back along the line? | 0:26:33 | 0:26:37 | |
-..To Mr Pennell. -Why don't you give him a chance? | 0:26:37 | 0:26:42 | |
Mr Cohill! Relieve Mr Pennell with the rear guard. | 0:26:42 | 0:26:46 | |
Yes, sir! | 0:26:46 | 0:26:48 | |
-Are you enjoying your walk out? -Oh, yes... Yes, I am. | 0:26:56 | 0:27:01 | |
H-A-L-T! | 0:27:16 | 0:27:18 | |
-Can you make it out, Sergeant? -Looks like Arapahoes, sir. | 0:27:38 | 0:27:43 | |
They're moving their whole village. | 0:27:43 | 0:27:46 | |
Yeah. | 0:28:10 | 0:28:12 | |
Sergeant, God must have given you that pair of eyes. | 0:28:12 | 0:28:17 | |
They're Arapahoes all right. Heading the same way we are. | 0:28:17 | 0:28:23 | |
Now why would they be moving on Sudro's Wells, Sergeant? | 0:28:29 | 0:28:34 | |
I wasn't raised to make any guesses in front of Yankee Captains. | 0:28:34 | 0:28:40 | |
Well, I'd soon find out if... Oh, I can't risk it with those women. | 0:28:40 | 0:28:47 | |
-Officer's call! -Yes, sir. | 0:28:47 | 0:28:50 | |
-Are they hostile Indians, Captain? Are you going to fight them? -Rejoin the column, Miss Dandridge. | 0:29:10 | 0:29:18 | |
-I don't like it, Mr Cohill. -Arapahoes, sir? | 0:29:23 | 0:29:28 | |
We'll turn east... Approach Sudro's Wells from Twin Forks. | 0:29:28 | 0:29:33 | |
-We'll lose half a day. -The ladies may miss the Stage. | 0:29:33 | 0:29:37 | |
Would you rather have 'em miss their scalps? | 0:29:37 | 0:29:41 | |
-Sir, I... -Oh, shut up! | 0:29:41 | 0:29:44 | |
Column forward! Yo-ho! > | 0:29:49 | 0:29:52 | |
You're relieved, Mr Cohill. I'm taking over the rear guard. | 0:30:11 | 0:30:16 | |
The Old Man hasn't spoken to me in 3 hours. | 0:30:16 | 0:30:20 | |
-You'll be lucky if the Old Man talks to you in 3 days. -It'll be his last chance to. | 0:30:20 | 0:30:28 | |
-So you're still gonna resign? -Through channels! | 0:30:28 | 0:30:31 | |
Look, bub, every Second Lieutenant is entitled to 3 resignations. | 0:30:31 | 0:30:37 | |
-You forget, BUB, that I don't have to depend on Cavalry pay. -Oh, I forgot your silver spoon. | 0:30:37 | 0:30:45 | |
But I'll bet Miss Dandridge hasn't. Hup! | 0:30:45 | 0:30:48 | |
How'd you like to pull your blouse, Mr Cohill? I'll hold your coat. | 0:30:48 | 0:30:53 | |
Why don't you take your hooks out of Ross Pennell? | 0:30:56 | 0:31:01 | |
-You're not his guardian. -He's a spoiled, rich kid and the Army's his only chance. | 0:31:01 | 0:31:09 | |
So if you can't take the Army, leave him alone. | 0:31:09 | 0:31:13 | |
Buffalo! | 0:31:48 | 0:31:49 | |
-Buffalo, Mr Cohill. -Yes, sir. | 0:31:50 | 0:31:53 | |
The first time the herd has been this far north since... the summer of '68. | 0:31:53 | 0:32:00 | |
-You never saw a buffalo, Mr Pennell? -No, sir. | 0:32:00 | 0:32:05 | |
Naw...before your time. | 0:32:05 | 0:32:07 | |
Sgt Quincannon, escort the ladies forward, please. | 0:32:07 | 0:32:13 | |
-Why, Aunt Abby, that's buffalo. -Yes, it's buffalo. | 0:32:32 | 0:32:37 | |
Ay, that's a lot of buffalo. It reminds me of the old days. | 0:32:37 | 0:32:42 | |
When whisky was 50 cents a gallon. | 0:32:42 | 0:32:45 | |
Sure hanker for a taste of buffalo meat. Me too. | 0:32:45 | 0:32:50 | |
Beans is safer. There'll be Indians around that herd thicker than flies. | 0:32:50 | 0:32:56 | |
-What's your thinking, Sergeant? And don't tell me it ain't your department. -Well, Captain... | 0:32:57 | 0:33:04 | |
If I was a young hot-blood, like Red-shirt, anxious to show off in front of them Cheyennes, | 0:33:04 | 0:33:12 | |
I'd be at one of them council fires tellin' them I made the medicine that brought back the buffalo. | 0:33:12 | 0:33:20 | |
And I'd tell them about the Great Spirit...and how us Injins should all stick together... | 0:33:20 | 0:33:27 | |
and join with our Cheyenne brothers that whipped General Custer... | 0:33:27 | 0:33:33 | |
and drove out the rest of them Yankee soldiers. Yeah, that's what I'd tell 'em. | 0:33:33 | 0:33:40 | |
-Of course, I'm just guessin', Captain. -Yeah. | 0:33:40 | 0:33:44 | |
Of course, I'm just a-guessin' too, Sergeant, but if I was an Indian Agent...say Mr Rynders, | 0:33:44 | 0:33:52 | |
and I'd met a couple of men who might be gun-runners, | 0:33:52 | 0:33:56 | |
I'm guessin' I'd be mighty close to that council fire of Red-Shirts, | 0:33:56 | 0:34:01 | |
doin' business in repeatin' rifles. | 0:34:01 | 0:34:05 | |
-Well, why don't we take...? -Miss Dandridge and her chaperone, bub. | 0:34:05 | 0:34:11 | |
Keep it up! Just keep it up! | 0:34:11 | 0:34:15 | |
Sergeant, pick up our patrol at Paradise River, and proceed to Sudro's Wells... | 0:34:15 | 0:34:21 | |
Have them hold the stage-coach. | 0:34:21 | 0:34:24 | |
-Tell them I've been delayed. Take the column, Mr Cohill. -Yes, sir. | 0:34:24 | 0:34:31 | |
-GUN SHOTS -Whoa-oh! | 0:34:59 | 0:35:03 | |
Ladies to the rear. | 0:35:03 | 0:35:06 | |
Mr Cohill! | 0:35:08 | 0:35:10 | |
GUN SHOTS | 0:35:11 | 0:35:13 | |
First two sets of fours, forward! Take the column, Mr Cohill. | 0:35:21 | 0:35:26 | |
It's Quayne's patrol. Hold your fire! | 0:36:02 | 0:36:06 | |
Sound re-call! | 0:36:12 | 0:36:14 | |
Yo-ho! | 0:36:22 | 0:36:24 | |
Yo-ho! Over here! | 0:36:30 | 0:36:32 | |
Commence fire! | 0:36:51 | 0:36:53 | |
Shoot over their heads. | 0:36:53 | 0:36:56 | |
Drive 'em back! | 0:36:56 | 0:36:59 | |
Handle him easy, men. | 0:37:29 | 0:37:32 | |
Corporal Quayne, sir. Reporting with Paradise River Patrol. | 0:37:32 | 0:37:37 | |
Arapahoes jumped us at sundown. | 0:37:37 | 0:37:40 | |
It was Red-shirt hisself, Cap'n.... | 0:37:40 | 0:37:43 | |
Shut up, McCarthy! I'm making this report. | 0:37:43 | 0:37:47 | |
Easy, Mike... | 0:37:47 | 0:37:49 | |
They had us ringed... but at night we got away. | 0:37:49 | 0:37:54 | |
Made it to the relief point. But you weren't there, sir. | 0:37:55 | 0:38:00 | |
I wanted to be there, Corporal. Proceed. | 0:38:00 | 0:38:04 | |
They flushed us at dawn, sir, and I got this. | 0:38:05 | 0:38:10 | |
It's a good, clear report. | 0:38:11 | 0:38:15 | |
-..Show on your record for that extra stripe in 2 or 3 years. -Thank you, sir. | 0:38:15 | 0:38:22 | |
Sound for the wagon. | 0:38:22 | 0:38:25 | |
Easy, feller. | 0:38:25 | 0:38:27 | |
Good work, McCarthy. Good work, men. | 0:38:27 | 0:38:31 | |
We'll get you a little whisky, Quayne. You'll be all right. | 0:38:31 | 0:38:36 | |
Cheyennes, Laddie. | 0:39:18 | 0:39:20 | |
Same ones that killed them Yankee soldiers with General Custer. | 0:39:20 | 0:39:25 | |
YELLING AND WHOOPING | 0:39:25 | 0:39:30 | |
Easy, boy. Let's go! | 0:40:48 | 0:40:51 | |
The arrow-head's right over Quayne's heart, Nathan. It's got to come out. | 0:41:10 | 0:41:15 | |
-It's a risky operation at best. Can you halt? -You know I can't. | 0:41:15 | 0:41:20 | |
For 30 minutes, Nathan... for a man's life. | 0:41:20 | 0:41:24 | |
Doctor, Quayne's a soldier. He'll have to take a soldier's risks. | 0:41:24 | 0:41:30 | |
-I'M the one that's begging. -I'll give you all I can. | 0:41:30 | 0:41:35 | |
-Yo-ho! Dismount and lead. -Thank you, Nathan. | 0:41:35 | 0:41:39 | |
Hold your step in the ranks! | 0:41:39 | 0:41:42 | |
DOCTOR: I'm ready. As slow as you can. | 0:42:39 | 0:42:43 | |
Here, Mike...another slug. After you, ma'am, if you please. | 0:42:56 | 0:43:01 | |
All right, down it goes. | 0:43:05 | 0:43:08 | |
# Around her knee she wore a yellow garter... | 0:43:10 | 0:43:14 | |
# She wore it for her lover who was far, far away... # | 0:43:14 | 0:43:18 | |
Ribaldry at a time like this! | 0:43:18 | 0:43:21 | |
# And whe-en they asked her why she wore the garter... | 0:43:21 | 0:43:26 | |
# She wore it for her lover in the US Cavalry | 0:43:26 | 0:43:30 | |
# Cavalry! Cavalry! # | 0:43:30 | 0:43:33 | |
Easy, Mike. Easy there. | 0:43:33 | 0:43:36 | |
Call him. > Captain Brittles! | 0:43:41 | 0:43:44 | |
Captain Brittles! > | 0:43:44 | 0:43:47 | |
Yah! Yah! | 0:43:47 | 0:43:49 | |
-O'Loughlin! -I had to go behind the shoulder blade. | 0:43:54 | 0:43:59 | |
-Blast the details, man! How is he? -He'll live to make Sergeant. | 0:43:59 | 0:44:04 | |
Troopers! | 0:44:04 | 0:44:07 | |
Pass the word. Quayne's doin' fine. | 0:44:07 | 0:44:12 | |
-CHEERS -Prepare to mount! | 0:44:12 | 0:44:15 | |
Mount! | 0:44:18 | 0:44:20 | |
Forward... Yo-ho! | 0:44:22 | 0:44:25 | |
Thanks, soldier. | 0:44:29 | 0:44:32 | |
-I'm so happy about Corporal Quayne. -Why? What's it mean to you whether he lives or dies? | 0:44:46 | 0:44:54 | |
Did you ever dance with him? Speak to him? Or even look at him? | 0:44:54 | 0:45:00 | |
No, of course you didn't. No officer's bars... not a gentleman. | 0:45:00 | 0:45:07 | |
Some officer's bars are no guarantee of a gentleman. | 0:45:07 | 0:45:12 | |
You're glad about Quayne because it's a happy ending for a story back East. | 0:45:12 | 0:45:18 | |
You can say you've seen it all. A real Indian fight... A man with an arrow in his chest. | 0:45:18 | 0:45:25 | |
Ah...Mrs Allshard is having a rough time back there, Miss Dandridge. | 0:45:25 | 0:45:32 | |
-Would you spell her for a while? -Certainly, Captain. And thank you! | 0:45:32 | 0:45:37 | |
-Mr Cohill, did anyone ever take down your breeches and tan your hide? -No, sir. | 0:45:40 | 0:45:46 | |
-That is...yes, sir. My father, sir. -Well, I'm just old enough to be your father, bub. | 0:45:46 | 0:45:53 | |
They'll make a fine, boisterous couple when they're married, Cap'n. | 0:45:53 | 0:45:59 | |
Forward, ho! | 0:45:59 | 0:46:01 | |
SOUND OF SHOTS | 0:46:46 | 0:46:49 | |
Women to the rear! | 0:46:54 | 0:46:58 | |
-Women to the rear! Doesn't Captain B... -Shut your gob! | 0:46:58 | 0:47:02 | |
-Go back to the rear, darlin', and I'll give you a big kiss. -Sergeant! | 0:47:02 | 0:47:09 | |
I'd hate to be kissed... Shut up! | 0:47:09 | 0:47:12 | |
First two sets forward! | 0:47:12 | 0:47:14 | |
Gallop! | 0:47:14 | 0:47:16 | |
Gallop! | 0:47:16 | 0:47:19 | |
-I'm glad to see YOU, Captain. -Sorry to be late, Tyree. Report! | 0:47:54 | 0:47:59 | |
-Cheyenne Dog party... and about 30 Arapahoes with 'em. -Well, that blows the lid! | 0:47:59 | 0:48:07 | |
Ma and Pa Sudro, sir. | 0:48:26 | 0:48:30 | |
-Did the children see it? -No, sir. Found 'em hidin' in the smoke-house. | 0:48:37 | 0:48:45 | |
Tyree... | 0:48:45 | 0:48:47 | |
-It's about time I DID retire. -Sir, would you take a look at Trooper Smith? | 0:48:47 | 0:48:55 | |
Don't bother, Captain. Forgive my presumption... | 0:49:05 | 0:49:10 | |
Like to commend the boy, here, for the way he handled this action. | 0:49:10 | 0:49:15 | |
In the best tradition of the Cavalry, sir. | 0:49:15 | 0:49:19 | |
I take that very kindly, sir. | 0:49:19 | 0:49:22 | |
Captain Tyree... | 0:49:22 | 0:49:24 | |
-Captain Tyree... -Speak to him. -Thank you. Yes, sir! | 0:49:26 | 0:49:31 | |
Sir! | 0:49:31 | 0:49:33 | |
Sir! | 0:49:33 | 0:49:35 | |
I'm afraid he can't hear you. | 0:49:35 | 0:49:38 | |
Captain... | 0:49:38 | 0:49:41 | |
Palmer... Why, Carey Sue! | 0:50:05 | 0:50:08 | |
Do you remember me? I'm Mrs Soldier. | 0:50:09 | 0:50:13 | |
You visited me at the Fort, and we had a party, remember? | 0:50:13 | 0:50:18 | |
-See to your troop, Mr Cohill! -Yes, sir! -Mr Pennell...! | 0:50:18 | 0:50:23 | |
Picket lines! | 0:50:23 | 0:50:25 | |
Captain... | 0:50:25 | 0:50:27 | |
I know all this is because of me. Because I wanted to see the West. | 0:50:27 | 0:50:33 | |
Because I wasn't...wasn't ARMY enough to stay the winter. | 0:50:33 | 0:50:39 | |
Don't apologise, Miss. It's a sign of weakness. | 0:50:39 | 0:50:44 | |
But I'm to blame for this. | 0:50:44 | 0:50:47 | |
Only the man who commands can be blamed. It rests on me. | 0:50:47 | 0:50:51 | |
Mission, failure! | 0:50:51 | 0:50:54 | |
Well, we missed the Stage, Miss Dandridge. | 0:51:02 | 0:51:07 | |
SINGING IN BACKGROUND: "Bury Me Not On The Lone Prairie" | 0:51:16 | 0:51:20 | |
Well, that's the best I can do. I ran out of red flannel petticoats. | 0:51:20 | 0:51:26 | |
Mighty kind of you, Ma'am. | 0:51:26 | 0:51:29 | |
We thank you kindly. I'm proud to do it. | 0:51:29 | 0:51:33 | |
"I am the Resurrection, and the Life, sayeth the Lord. | 0:51:37 | 0:51:41 | |
"He that believeth in me, tho he were dead, | 0:51:41 | 0:51:46 | |
"yet shall he live. For who shall believeth in me, shall never die. | 0:51:46 | 0:51:51 | |
"I know that my Redeemer liveth, and that He shall stand at the latter day upon the earth." | 0:51:51 | 0:51:59 | |
So I commend to you the souls of John Sudro and his wife, Martha. | 0:51:59 | 0:52:05 | |
I also commend to your keeping the soul of Rome Clay, | 0:52:05 | 0:52:10 | |
late Brigadier-General, Confederate States Army... | 0:52:10 | 0:52:15 | |
known to his comrades as Trooper John Smith, United States Cavalry... | 0:52:15 | 0:52:21 | |
a gallant soldier and a Christian gentleman. | 0:52:21 | 0:52:25 | |
Ready - Aim - Fire! | 0:52:25 | 0:52:28 | |
Aim - Fire! | 0:52:28 | 0:52:30 | |
Aim - Fire! | 0:52:30 | 0:52:33 | |
-With your permission, sir? -Granted. | 0:52:35 | 0:52:38 | |
-Bugler! -We thank you, sir. | 0:52:38 | 0:52:42 | |
BUGLER : "The Last Post" | 0:52:42 | 0:52:47 | |
I wouldn't go any further if I were you. | 0:53:05 | 0:53:08 | |
You're almost across the footlights now. | 0:53:10 | 0:53:14 | |
There are probably a hundred hostiles out there... watching every move you're making. | 0:53:14 | 0:53:22 | |
SOUND OF WHIPPOORWILL | 0:53:22 | 0:53:25 | |
Think that's a Whippoorwill? | 0:53:25 | 0:53:28 | |
-Come on, Olivia. Let's go back. -I can walk back alone, thank you. | 0:53:28 | 0:53:34 | |
Olivia... | 0:53:34 | 0:53:36 | |
The Old Man says don't ever apologise, it's a sign of weakness. | 0:53:46 | 0:53:51 | |
But...I'm sorry... for everything I've said and done. | 0:53:51 | 0:53:57 | |
-Oh, honey, I love you... -All right, Flint, pull your blouse! -Are you crazy ?! | 0:54:02 | 0:54:09 | |
-Since she put on that yellow ribbon... -Button that shirt! -You keep your paws off my girl. | 0:54:09 | 0:54:16 | |
-All right, let's step over to the corral. -Ross, this isn't... -I agree! Button your shirt! | 0:54:16 | 0:54:25 | |
Mr Pennell, I thought better of you. | 0:54:25 | 0:54:28 | |
Four years out here and still acting like a wet-eared cadet. What is this all about, Mr Cohill? | 0:54:28 | 0:54:36 | |
Sir, I...I decline to answer... respectfully. | 0:54:36 | 0:54:39 | |
Mr Cohill, it is a bitter thing indeed to learn that an Officer, with nine years' experience... | 0:54:39 | 0:54:47 | |
to whom I am surrendering command of this troop in two more days... | 0:54:47 | 0:54:54 | |
should have so little grasp of leadership as to allow himself to be chivvied into a fight, | 0:54:54 | 0:55:02 | |
while Taps still sounds over a brave man's grave. | 0:55:02 | 0:55:06 | |
God help this troop when I'm gone. | 0:55:06 | 0:55:09 | |
-Sir... -Attention! -Captain... -YOU get back to the troop area. | 0:55:09 | 0:55:15 | |
Mr Cohill, have the men build their squad fires higher. | 0:55:17 | 0:55:22 | |
Make a show of bedding down. | 0:55:22 | 0:55:25 | |
Then we're sneaking out. Heading for the river... going back! | 0:55:25 | 0:55:32 | |
-I'm sorry, Ross. -I'm sorry, Flint. | 0:55:39 | 0:55:42 | |
Just saw our old friend Mr Rynders, down there. Right smart tradin' a goin' on. | 0:55:55 | 0:56:03 | |
Mr Rynders, eh? Pass the word to Mister Pennell forward. Follow me. | 0:56:03 | 0:56:10 | |
Mister Rynders, Indian Agent. Huh! | 0:56:40 | 0:56:43 | |
La Cota wah-she-cha! | 0:56:44 | 0:56:47 | |
Lee la she-cha wah-she-cha! | 0:56:47 | 0:56:52 | |
He says, 50 is too much. Too much, huh? | 0:56:52 | 0:56:56 | |
I know he's got the money. Tell him I know he killed Major Cheadle. | 0:56:56 | 0:57:02 | |
And tell him it's 50 or no rifle. | 0:57:02 | 0:57:05 | |
Che moke mon keen-sah. | 0:57:05 | 0:57:08 | |
< Lee la she-cha wah-she-cha! La cota she-cha. | 0:57:08 | 0:57:11 | |
YELLS OF WARRIORS | 0:57:13 | 0:57:17 | |
Sergeant! | 0:57:42 | 0:57:44 | |
-It's scouts, sir. > -No, your knife. | 0:57:44 | 0:57:47 | |
-Join me in a chaw of tobacco? -No, sir. I don't chaw, and I don't play cards. | 0:58:07 | 0:58:14 | |
Chawin' tobacco's a nasty habit. | 0:58:16 | 0:58:19 | |
It's been known to turn a man's stomach. | 0:58:19 | 0:58:24 | |
I'll take a chaw, if you please, sir. | 0:58:24 | 0:58:28 | |
Thank you, sir. | 0:58:34 | 0:58:37 | |
Let's go. | 0:58:38 | 0:58:41 | |
-Still figurin' on resignin', Mister? -No, sir. | 0:58:53 | 0:58:56 | |
-Pass the word... Officers and Sergeants forward! -< Officers and Sergeants forward! | 1:00:28 | 1:00:36 | |
-Sergeant Tyree? -Sir! | 1:00:36 | 1:00:38 | |
-Find me a trail to the river! -Right, sir! | 1:00:38 | 1:00:42 | |
-Gentlemen, we'll leave a rearguard here, under one Officer. -Sir! | 1:00:43 | 1:00:48 | |
Thank you, Mister Pennell. Your offer will go on your record. | 1:00:48 | 1:00:53 | |
Mr Cohill, take two squads... Cover our crossing. | 1:00:53 | 1:00:57 | |
Deny the hostiles the use of this ford. | 1:00:57 | 1:01:01 | |
-First squad! Second squad! -Too many old married men. -Fifth squad! | 1:01:01 | 1:01:08 | |
Wheel out and form on the right! | 1:01:08 | 1:01:11 | |
Can you swim, Dickey, me boy? No. | 1:01:13 | 1:01:16 | |
Well, I'M the best swimmer in the world. | 1:01:16 | 1:01:20 | |
Once I swam the English Channel... with an anvil on me chest. | 1:01:20 | 1:01:26 | |
You know, I've got two jars of jams and plums on my pantry shelf... | 1:01:28 | 1:01:33 | |
waitin' to be eaten up by a little girl like you. Tell her about the boats! | 1:01:33 | 1:01:40 | |
-Oh, Captain Brittles... Request permission to remain behind, sir. -Permission refused. | 1:01:40 | 1:01:47 | |
Mr Cohill, start the troop across. One pack animal to the rear! | 1:01:47 | 1:01:53 | |
Get back in that wagon, Quayne. | 1:01:53 | 1:01:56 | |
Yo-oh! | 1:02:18 | 1:02:21 | |
Bugler, sound Officer's call for Captain Brittles. | 1:04:23 | 1:04:28 | |
BUGLE CALL | 1:04:28 | 1:04:31 | |
I'll be back, men. I promise you. Good luck. | 1:04:31 | 1:04:36 | |
Adjust your saddles and look your equipment over! | 1:04:46 | 1:04:50 | |
It's time for me to take me medicine. | 1:04:57 | 1:05:01 | |
It tastes horrible! | 1:05:06 | 1:05:09 | |
There are three parties of 'em, Mister Cohill, but this is the only crossing in 20 miles. | 1:05:18 | 1:05:25 | |
You gotta buy me some time. | 1:05:25 | 1:05:28 | |
-You gotta buy me a long day. -Then we'll do it, sir. | 1:05:28 | 1:05:33 | |
-I know you will, Flint. -Flint? It took you 9 years to call me that. | 1:05:33 | 1:05:39 | |
We'll get you out, son. Just hang on. | 1:05:39 | 1:05:42 | |
We'll get you out by noon tomorrow. Prepare to mount! | 1:05:42 | 1:05:47 | |
M-o-ove! | 1:05:47 | 1:05:49 | |
Flint, wait. | 1:05:52 | 1:05:55 | |
Well, hurry up and kiss her back, blast you. We haven't got all day. | 1:05:58 | 1:06:04 | |
All right, Miss Dandridge, if you please. | 1:06:18 | 1:06:22 | |
Get mounted! | 1:06:26 | 1:06:28 | |
-I guess that's how it is, Ross. -I understand. | 1:06:30 | 1:06:35 | |
Forward! Troop forward! Yo-ho! | 1:06:35 | 1:06:39 | |
It's my duty to report... mission a failure. | 1:07:52 | 1:07:55 | |
Oh, fiddlesticks, Nathan! It was our fault. | 1:07:55 | 1:07:59 | |
I've never worn a coat of white-wash yet, Abby. | 1:07:59 | 1:08:04 | |
I failed at Sudro's, I failed to keep Rynders' rifles from the tribes... I'm a failure! | 1:08:04 | 1:08:12 | |
Agh! | 1:08:12 | 1:08:14 | |
-Mac, I left Flint Cohill with two squads back in the Paradise. -A sound military move. | 1:08:14 | 1:08:21 | |
I'd like to rest the troops for 3 hours. I'll have Cohill out | 1:08:21 | 1:08:27 | |
-by noon tomorrow. -No, Nathan. The troop can't leave till dawn. | 1:08:27 | 1:08:32 | |
-Dawn ?! They ought to pull out before midnight! -I agree, Nathan, if you were leading it. But... | 1:08:32 | 1:08:41 | |
-Young Pennell needs the daylight. -Pennell ?! Against a swarm of hostiles with Winchesters ?! | 1:08:41 | 1:08:49 | |
Remember you retire tomorrow, Captain. | 1:08:49 | 1:08:53 | |
Tomorrow is all I need, Mac. Look, I can't leave Cohill... | 1:08:53 | 1:09:00 | |
-facing those devils. -This is no one day's mission, Nathan. | 1:09:00 | 1:09:04 | |
-They'll be out there all winter. -I'll volunteer as a civilian scout... Anything. | 1:09:04 | 1:09:12 | |
-I thought you were fond of Cohill. -Fond of him? | 1:09:12 | 1:09:16 | |
Every time Cohill gave an order men would turn around and look at you. | 1:09:16 | 1:09:22 | |
-Do you want to ruin the boy? -I know, Mac, but... | 1:09:22 | 1:09:27 | |
Young Pennell's got to learn to cross a river under fire. | 1:09:27 | 1:09:32 | |
And Cohill's got to run his chances. That's what we get paid for. | 1:09:32 | 1:09:39 | |
Yeah... I guess you're right, Mac. | 1:09:41 | 1:09:44 | |
I guess you're right. | 1:09:44 | 1:09:47 | |
With your permission, I'll... | 1:09:47 | 1:09:50 | |
-I'll quit the Post tomorrow. -Where will you go, Nathan? | 1:09:50 | 1:09:55 | |
Oh...West, I guess, Abby. | 1:09:55 | 1:09:58 | |
California... New settlements. | 1:09:58 | 1:10:01 | |
Old soldiers, Miss Dandridge... | 1:10:04 | 1:10:07 | |
Captain of a troop one day... every man's face turned towards you. | 1:10:07 | 1:10:12 | |
Lieutenants jump when I growl. Now, tomorrow... | 1:10:12 | 1:10:17 | |
I'll be glad if the blacksmith asks me to shoe a horse. | 1:10:17 | 1:10:23 | |
Blast your eyes, Abby, if you start sniffling now. | 1:10:26 | 1:10:31 | |
-As for you, young lady... -I'm not crying. | 1:10:31 | 1:10:35 | |
I'd like to stand up and cheer. | 1:10:39 | 1:10:42 | |
It's time, sir. And it's a black day for the Army. | 1:10:53 | 1:10:58 | |
Did you sleep well, sir? | 1:11:00 | 1:11:03 | |
No... | 1:11:04 | 1:11:06 | |
I didn't sleep at all. | 1:11:06 | 1:11:09 | |
Well... Clean up the quarters after I'm gone... | 1:11:13 | 1:11:17 | |
Sell all this stuff and put the money in the troop fund. | 1:11:17 | 1:11:22 | |
Give Mrs Allshard my extra saddle, it'll be easier on her... disposition. | 1:11:22 | 1:11:29 | |
-And the bottle, sir? -The bottle? | 1:11:29 | 1:11:33 | |
Oh, yes...the water bottle. | 1:11:33 | 1:11:36 | |
-Well, how did it ever get there, sir? -Now, how do you suppose? | 1:11:39 | 1:11:44 | |
-How long have you known, sir? -Since the battle of Bull Run. -You've been deceivin' me for years. | 1:11:44 | 1:11:52 | |
Well...there's that. | 1:12:06 | 1:12:08 | |
I'd say that my retirement was an occasion for a drink, Sergeant. Help yourself. | 1:12:08 | 1:12:16 | |
No, I'd take no pleasure in it, sir. | 1:12:16 | 1:12:19 | |
But, if it's an order... Here's to your health. | 1:12:19 | 1:12:24 | |
Hah... Only 14 days left for meself, and I'll be wearing one o' them monkey suits too. | 1:12:26 | 1:12:34 | |
It's the only one I ever owned. I was barefoot when I left my daddy's farm to join the army. | 1:12:34 | 1:12:41 | |
Well, Sergeant, I haven't had a drink since...that day. | 1:12:41 | 1:12:46 | |
-I'm tempted to have one to your retirement. -Oh, no, sir. I'll do the honours for you. | 1:12:46 | 1:12:54 | |
-Half a minute, Captain, darlin', till I get your blouse. -What? | 1:12:59 | 1:13:04 | |
-The men'll like it, sir. -Oh...yeah...my last time. | 1:13:06 | 1:13:11 | |
I...I'll review the troops alone this morning, Sergeant. | 1:13:11 | 1:13:16 | |
-Break in that suit of store clothes for me, will you? -The suit? | 1:13:17 | 1:13:23 | |
Yeah, try it on. See how it looks. | 1:13:23 | 1:13:26 | |
-"C" Troop all present, sir. -Thank you, sir. | 1:14:14 | 1:14:19 | |
Men... | 1:14:21 | 1:14:23 | |
I won't be going out with you. | 1:14:23 | 1:14:26 | |
I won't be here when you return. | 1:14:28 | 1:14:31 | |
..Wish I could. | 1:14:32 | 1:14:35 | |
But I know your performance... | 1:14:37 | 1:14:40 | |
under your new Commander... will make me proud of you. | 1:14:40 | 1:14:45 | |
As I have...always been... proud of you. | 1:14:45 | 1:14:50 | |
One moment, please, Captain. | 1:14:50 | 1:14:53 | |
Cpl Comrand, front and centre! > | 1:14:53 | 1:14:56 | |
Sir, a small token from the troop. | 1:14:57 | 1:15:00 | |
They all put in the hat for it, sir. Even Sergeant Hochbauer. | 1:15:00 | 1:15:06 | |
< It's solid silver, sir... | 1:15:10 | 1:15:13 | |
From Kansas City. There's a sentiment on the back. | 1:15:13 | 1:15:17 | |
"To Captain Brittles, from "C" troop... | 1:15:34 | 1:15:38 | |
..lest we forget." | 1:15:43 | 1:15:46 | |
Thank you, Corporal. | 1:15:54 | 1:15:58 | |
Thank you. Thank all of you. | 1:15:58 | 1:16:02 | |
Take your troop, Mister Pennell. Proceed on your mission. | 1:16:08 | 1:16:13 | |
Good luck, "C" troop. | 1:16:13 | 1:16:16 | |
# I'm lonesome since I crossed the hill | 1:16:43 | 1:16:46 | |
# And o'er the moor and valley | 1:16:46 | 1:16:49 | |
# Such heavy thoughts my heart do fill | 1:16:49 | 1:16:52 | |
# Since parting with my Sally. | 1:16:52 | 1:16:54 | |
# I seek no more the fine and gay For each does but remind me | 1:16:54 | 1:16:59 | |
# How swift the hours did pass away With the girl I left behind me. # | 1:16:59 | 1:17:04 | |
Oh... | 1:17:52 | 1:17:54 | |
Give me a side view. | 1:17:54 | 1:17:57 | |
It's perfect. | 1:17:58 | 1:18:00 | |
It was made for you, Quincannon! I wish you'd go down and order a duplicate. | 1:18:00 | 1:18:07 | |
Here... Have a couple of drinks while you're waiting. | 1:18:07 | 1:18:13 | |
You're out of uniform, Quincannon! | 1:18:39 | 1:18:43 | |
Oh, I am, am I? Well, I'm in the proper uniform... of a retired gentleman. | 1:18:44 | 1:18:52 | |
-Hochbauer! Hochbauer! -Yes, sir. | 1:18:54 | 1:18:57 | |
Sgt Quincannon is improperly dressed on duty, and is under the influence. | 1:18:57 | 1:19:04 | |
-Throw him in the Guardhouse. -Alone, sir? -Afraid of him? ..All right. Wagner! | 1:19:04 | 1:19:12 | |
Give Hochbauer a hand. | 1:19:12 | 1:19:15 | |
Come, Fritz. | 1:19:20 | 1:19:22 | |
BOISTEROUS EXCHANGE | 1:19:24 | 1:19:28 | |
Give me a little drop of whiskey, Irish...and I'll pour it meself. | 1:19:28 | 1:19:33 | |
And when I've drank that up, just throw me out. | 1:19:33 | 1:19:38 | |
Hans! I want you to help me arrest Quincannon. | 1:19:40 | 1:19:45 | |
I'd love to throw that big Mick in the cooler. | 1:19:45 | 1:19:50 | |
You're under arrest, Quincannon. | 1:19:55 | 1:19:58 | |
By whose orders? Captain Brittles. Are you coming peaceably? | 1:19:58 | 1:20:04 | |
Laddie... I've never gone any place peaceably in me life. | 1:20:04 | 1:20:09 | |
You're just in time for a drink, Wagner. | 1:20:16 | 1:20:20 | |
Ah, Connolly, the old days have gone forever. | 1:20:28 | 1:20:32 | |
Did ye hear about the buffalo comin' back? Herds of them! | 1:20:42 | 1:20:47 | |
Men! We want no unpleasantness. | 1:20:53 | 1:20:56 | |
A toast first, and the Guardhouse after...if you're able. | 1:20:56 | 1:21:01 | |
And it's all on me. I'm paying. | 1:21:06 | 1:21:09 | |
To Captain Nathan Brittles... | 1:21:15 | 1:21:19 | |
on his retirement. | 1:21:19 | 1:21:22 | |
ALL: To Captain Nathan Brittles. | 1:21:22 | 1:21:25 | |
I..I thank you comrades... This has been a very pleasant moment. | 1:21:35 | 1:21:42 | |
Goodbye, Mr Connelly. Goodbye, Mr Quincannon. | 1:21:44 | 1:21:49 | |
Are you hurt, Hans? He's all right, Sarge. | 1:21:49 | 1:21:53 | |
Come and have a little sup before ye go. | 1:22:20 | 1:22:23 | |
Wagner! Come and join us. | 1:22:23 | 1:22:26 | |
Service! | 1:22:35 | 1:22:37 | |
Waiter! | 1:22:37 | 1:22:39 | |
What is the meaning of this? Are you all right, Quincannon? | 1:22:43 | 1:22:48 | |
To the Guardhouse, Quincannon. Quick step, march! | 1:22:48 | 1:22:52 | |
Watch the steps, ma'am. | 1:22:54 | 1:22:57 | |
Eight of you picking on one poor man! Only seven, ma'am. | 1:22:57 | 1:23:03 | |
Forward... Yo-ho! | 1:23:03 | 1:23:06 | |
All right, Nathan. I get it. Ten days in the Guardhouse and no charges. | 1:23:10 | 1:23:17 | |
Can't you make it two weeks, Mac? Until he retires. | 1:23:17 | 1:23:21 | |
He couldn't get by on less than a Sergeant's pension. | 1:23:21 | 1:23:26 | |
-I give you my word, he'll retire as top soldier. -Thanks, Mac. | 1:23:26 | 1:23:33 | |
Well, on my way. Goodbye, Mac. | 1:23:33 | 1:23:36 | |
Say goodbye to Abby. | 1:23:38 | 1:23:40 | |
He'll do no such thing. Goodbye is a word we don't use in the Cavalry. | 1:23:40 | 1:23:47 | |
Till our next Post, dear. | 1:23:47 | 1:23:50 | |
Could I haul off and kiss you too, Captain? | 1:23:50 | 1:23:54 | |
-Goodbye, Doc. -Goodbye, Nathan. | 1:24:11 | 1:24:14 | |
And may the road be kind to you. | 1:24:15 | 1:24:18 | |
NARRATOR: 'Signal smokes...war drums... | 1:24:31 | 1:24:35 | |
'Feathered bonnets against the Western sky... | 1:24:35 | 1:24:39 | |
'Young leaders are ready to hurl the finest light cavalry against Fort Starke. | 1:24:39 | 1:24:46 | |
'In the Kiowas' village, the drums echo in the pulse of the young braves. | 1:24:53 | 1:24:59 | |
'Hunters under a common banner... old quarrels forgotten... | 1:24:59 | 1:25:04 | |
'Comanche rides with Arapahoe... Apache with Cheyenne... | 1:25:04 | 1:25:09 | |
'to drive the white man forever from the red man's hunting ground. | 1:25:09 | 1:25:15 | |
'Only the old men stand silent. | 1:25:21 | 1:25:24 | |
'Even Pony-that-Walks has been howled down at the council fires.' | 1:25:24 | 1:25:28 | |
VOICE: Captain Brittles, sir. | 1:25:30 | 1:25:34 | |
CHEERS | 1:25:38 | 1:25:40 | |
-Captain Brittles! Glad to see you, sir. -And I you. Report, Mister Pennell. | 1:25:42 | 1:25:49 | |
-We effected the relief as ordered. No casualties. -My compliments, Mister Pennell. | 1:25:49 | 1:25:56 | |
We've been trailing them all day, sir. It's a big concentration... | 1:25:56 | 1:26:01 | |
Eight or nine hundred of them. And they're getting ready to strike. | 1:26:01 | 1:26:08 | |
-I'm glad the Major sent you, sir. -He didn't. I'm not on duty. | 1:26:08 | 1:26:14 | |
-Then the orders haven't been changed? -Orders are orders, sir. | 1:26:14 | 1:26:19 | |
For the next four hours, according to my brand new watch, | 1:26:19 | 1:26:24 | |
I'm an officer in the US Cavalry. | 1:26:24 | 1:26:27 | |
If I gave you a written order, Flint, would you obey it? | 1:26:27 | 1:26:32 | |
-I don't need a written order, sir. -Nevertheless, you're gonna get it. | 1:26:32 | 1:26:37 | |
It might come in handy at our Court-Martial. Sgt Tyree! Fetch a guidon! | 1:26:37 | 1:26:44 | |
Yes, sir. Guidon! | 1:26:44 | 1:26:47 | |
Now, remain here. Take no action until I return. | 1:26:49 | 1:26:54 | |
If I don't, those are your orders. Don't lose them. | 1:26:54 | 1:26:58 | |
I'll take the pony herd. Were you ever scared, Tyree? | 1:27:37 | 1:27:43 | |
Yes, sir. Up to and including now. | 1:27:43 | 1:27:46 | |
Naytonn! Naytonn! | 1:28:30 | 1:28:33 | |
I am a Christian! Hallelujah! | 1:28:33 | 1:28:37 | |
Ah, old friend me! Long time! Long time! | 1:28:37 | 1:28:41 | |
I come in peace, Pony-that-Walks. | 1:28:41 | 1:28:44 | |
Take a-salt, Naytonn. Take salt! | 1:28:44 | 1:28:48 | |
Smoke pipe! Good! | 1:28:51 | 1:28:54 | |
Good! | 1:28:54 | 1:28:57 | |
Pony-that-Walks, my heart is sad at what I see. | 1:29:00 | 1:29:05 | |
Your young men painted for war... Their scalp knives red... Medicine drums talking... | 1:29:05 | 1:29:12 | |
It is a bad thing. | 1:29:12 | 1:29:15 | |
It is bad! Many will die! My young men...your young men... No good! | 1:29:16 | 1:29:22 | |
-We must stop this war. -Too late, Naytonn. | 1:29:22 | 1:29:26 | |
Young men do not listen to me. | 1:29:26 | 1:29:29 | |
They listen to BIG medicine... Yellow hair...Custer dead... | 1:29:29 | 1:29:34 | |
Buffalo come back. Great sign! Too late, Naytonn. | 1:29:34 | 1:29:41 | |
You will come with me. Hunt buffalo together. | 1:29:41 | 1:29:46 | |
Smoke many pipes. We are too old for war! | 1:29:46 | 1:29:51 | |
Yes, we are too old for war. | 1:29:54 | 1:29:57 | |
But old men should stop wars. | 1:29:57 | 1:30:00 | |
Too late! Too late! Many squaws will sing the death songs... | 1:30:00 | 1:30:07 | |
Many lodges will be empty! You come with me. | 1:30:07 | 1:30:11 | |
We hunt buffalo... Get drunk together. Hallelujah! | 1:30:11 | 1:30:18 | |
-Hallelujah! -No, old friend, I must go. | 1:30:18 | 1:30:22 | |
I go far away. | 1:30:22 | 1:30:24 | |
Then, Na-tonn, my brother... | 1:30:25 | 1:30:29 | |
..Go in peace. | 1:30:31 | 1:30:33 | |
Washkoeola! | 1:30:36 | 1:30:39 | |
ALL: Washkoeola! | 1:30:39 | 1:30:42 | |
-DOG YELPS -Easy, pup... Easy! | 1:30:54 | 1:30:58 | |
Pass the word! Mount, and pass the word! | 1:31:07 | 1:31:11 | |
-HORSE NEIGHS -Bugler, do you want to get busted back to horse-shoeing...?! | 1:31:26 | 1:31:33 | |
-Tyree! -Sir! | 1:31:33 | 1:31:36 | |
Mister Cohill... | 1:31:50 | 1:31:53 | |
Can you read the time by my brand new silver watch? | 1:31:53 | 1:31:58 | |
Twelve minutes to midnight, sir. | 1:31:58 | 1:32:01 | |
Gentlemen! | 1:32:04 | 1:32:07 | |
Bugler... Sound the charge! | 1:32:07 | 1:32:11 | |
Yo-oh! Yo-oh! | 1:32:13 | 1:32:15 | |
SOUND OF SHOTS AND YELLS | 1:32:18 | 1:32:21 | |
-Sound recall! -BUGLE | 1:33:57 | 1:34:00 | |
-Any wounded? -No, sir. -Hmm, no casualties, no Indian war, no court-martial! | 1:34:00 | 1:34:07 | |
Follow the hostiles back to the Reservation. | 1:34:07 | 1:34:13 | |
Follow a mile behind them. Walking hurts their pride, and you watching will make it worse. | 1:34:13 | 1:34:20 | |
Can you read what time it is by my brand new silver watch? | 1:34:20 | 1:34:26 | |
It's two minutes past midnight, sir. | 1:34:26 | 1:34:30 | |
Oh... | 1:34:30 | 1:34:32 | |
I've been a civilian for 2 minutes. | 1:34:33 | 1:34:36 | |
It's your army, Mr Cohill. Good luck. | 1:34:38 | 1:34:42 | |
NARRATOR: 'So Nathan Brittles, ex-Captain of the Cavalry, started westwards | 1:34:56 | 1:35:03 | |
'to the new settlements in California... | 1:35:03 | 1:35:07 | |
'toward the setting sun, which is the end of the trail for all old men. | 1:35:07 | 1:35:14 | |
'But the Army hadn't finished with Nathan Brittles. | 1:35:14 | 1:35:19 | |
'They sent Sgt Tyree after him. | 1:35:19 | 1:35:22 | |
Yo-oh! | 1:35:26 | 1:35:29 | |
Captain Brittles! | 1:35:29 | 1:35:32 | |
It's for you, sir, from the Yankee War Department. | 1:35:40 | 1:35:45 | |
Aw, I knew it! Dadblast it, I knew it! | 1:35:45 | 1:35:50 | |
Every time you...WHAT ?! Sergeant, it's my appointment. | 1:35:50 | 1:35:55 | |
Chief of Scouts...with the rank of Lieutenant Colonel. | 1:35:55 | 1:36:00 | |
And look at those endorsements! | 1:36:00 | 1:36:03 | |
Phil Sheridan... William Tecumseh Sherman... and Ulysses Simpson Grant, | 1:36:03 | 1:36:09 | |
President of the USA! There's three aces for you, boy. | 1:36:09 | 1:36:14 | |
-Yeah, but I kinda wish you'd been holdin' a full hand. -Full hand? | 1:36:14 | 1:36:20 | |
-Robert E. Lee, sir. -Oh! It wouldn't have been bad. Let's go. | 1:36:20 | 1:36:27 | |
APPLAUSE | 1:36:34 | 1:36:37 | |
Welcome home, Colonel, darlin'. | 1:36:57 | 1:37:00 | |
Your arm, Colonel Brittles. | 1:37:05 | 1:37:08 | |
Sir...? | 1:37:23 | 1:37:25 | |
You'll be surprised to know that Miss Dandridge and I are... | 1:37:25 | 1:37:30 | |
Everybody above the rank of Second Lieutenant knew it. Right, Mr Pennell? | 1:37:30 | 1:37:38 | |
-Some time, sir, I'll be First Lieutenant. -Yeah, in... | 1:37:38 | 1:37:41 | |
ALL: In ten or twelve years. | 1:37:41 | 1:37:43 | |
-Will you stay for the dance, Colonel? -I've got to make my report first. | 1:37:43 | 1:37:51 | |
Ladies and gentlemen, thank you. | 1:37:51 | 1:37:55 | |
Thank you. | 1:37:57 | 1:37:59 | |
MUSIC: "She Wore a Yellow Ribbon" in waltz time. | 1:38:10 | 1:38:16 | |
NARRATOR: 'So here they are. The dog-faced soldiers, the regulars, | 1:38:43 | 1:38:50 | |
'riding the outposts of a nation. | 1:38:50 | 1:38:53 | |
'From Reno to Fort Apache, from Sheridan to Stockton... | 1:38:53 | 1:38:58 | |
'Men in dirty-shirt blue. And only a cold page in the history books to mark their passing. | 1:38:58 | 1:39:05 | |
'But wherever they rode, and whatever they fought for, that place became the United States.' | 1:39:05 | 1:39:12 | |
Subtitles by Wilma Campbell BBC - 1987 | 1:39:12 | 1:39:17 |