Captain Apache

-#

-They're after me with guns

-#

-And knives

-#

-And fast, fast horses

-#

-They're after me with bombs and drugs

-#

-And fast, fast women

-#

-They're gonna tail me

-#

-Trail me, try to nail me there

-#

-But they haven't got a prayer

# Aah, ah-ah, ah-ah ah-ah aah, ah-ah ah-ah aah

# They call him Captain Apache

# Aah, ah-ah, ah-ah ah-ah aah, ah-ah ah-ah aah

# He's a red-skinned cavalry blue

-#

-They're comin' from the north

-#

-The south, and across the border

-#

-The enemies of peace and truth

-#

-And law and order

-#

-They try to cheat me, beat me

-#

-When they need me there

-#

-But they haven't got a prayer

# Aah, ah-ah, ah-ah ah-ah aah, ah-ah ah-ah aah

# They call him Captain Apache

# Aah, ah-ah, ah-ah ah-ah aah, ah-ah ah-ah aah

# He's a red-skinned cavalry blue

-#

-They're waitin' in the bars

-#

-The streets and the quiet places

-#

-They're wearin' shiny boots andspurs

-#

-And smilin' faces

-#

-They're gonna stall me

-#

-Maul me, try to call me there

-#

-But they haven't got a prayer

# Aah, ah-ah, ah-ah ah-ah aah, ah-ah ah-ah aah

# They call him Captain Apache

# Aah, ah-ah, ah-ah ah-ah aah, ah-ah ah-ah aah

# He's a red-skinned cavalry blu-u-ue... #

You off the reservation, redass?

STRING QUARTET PLAYS

I'm afraid I have to leave now. Forgiveme.

Ah!

Uh-ugh!

Agh!

You dropped a coin onyourwayin,sir.

CRUNCH OF FOOTSTEPS

What are we doing onthereservation?

This is where it happened. Ididn'tdoit!

'We were going to the reservation.

'IthappenedsofastIdidn'tknow whereall the firingcamefrom.'

TWO SHOTS RING OUT

'He was riddled with shots rightinthe back.

'I heard him try to say something.'

April morning.

'Then I saw the Indians.

'I know it wasn't them who didit. Theyloved that old man.

'Mr Collier was like a father tothem.All he did for them.

'He was like a father to everyone, evenme.'

What are you gonna do with me?

-Whybring me here?

-Youwerewith himwhen he died. What did he say?

"April morning."

Then why are you so scared?

You're a crazy Indian.

He tried to tell us something. What?

I told you, I don't know!

Well then, find out...by tomorrow.

THEY WHOOP AND HOLLER

< Ah, Senor Griffin.

We've been waiting impatiently foryou.

Show the lieutenant.

-The general will be pleased.

-Whereishisexcellency?

-Thisway.

HE SPEAKS SPANISH GRUFFLY

-Welcome, Senor Griffin, welcome.

-Your excellency.

He has delivered therifles,mygeneral.

Sit down, Senor Griffin.Sit down.

You're a man of your word, senor.

I'm counting on you, General, tobea man of your word too.

Many years ago...I promised mymother that one day...

I would become governor... ofthisprovince.

With your guns... Iwillkeepthatpromise.

Beforedoing that, General, try toremember your promisetome.

Oh.

Lieutenant, what was it wepromisedSenor Griffin?

Don'task him. Justtakeamomentand think.

Oh.

Patience, senor...

I am thinking.

You promised me only a month ago.

Youremembered your mother's fromyearsago.

Ah, a son's promise to his dyingmother is something sacred.

To forget would anger God.

Your excellency, God is in heaven,

I'm here.

And I'm getting very angry.

-You are profane, senor.

-Youtry to remember, yourexcellency.

I remember nothing.

Then, I'm leaving... andI'mtakingmy guns.

The guns are staying.

And you are not leaving.

You want it all.

I have it all.

I have 100 men.

-You have six.

-Seven.

Lieutenant, you said there were six with him altogether.

THEY SCREAM

Oh, it's nothing. Wearejustgetting a new general.

< GUNSHOT

Agh!

I'd better send you moreammunition.

Bury him next to his mother.

SPEAKS SPANISH

You remember what to do, andwhen?

I will cross the border in time for April morning.

Agh! Aa-ah!

Ugh!

OJ, what are you doing? I want it now.

-Hit him again, OJ.

-Aagh!

What does "April morning" mean?

I don't know!

I've only got till tomorrow. One of you better come up with the answer.

How many lumps?

We should have killed the lousy Apache!

All right, you get him. Get him!

You relax, OJ, you'll have his scalp for breakfast.

TWO GUNSHOTS

THUD!

I hope you don't think me forward asking you to dine with me, Captain.

-I don't know what's come over me, I never speak to stangers.

-I'm sure.

-I come from a very strict family.

-Mmm.

-I never even kissed a boy until I got my degree from finishing school.

-It shows.

-I only came out West to study the Indians. Savages fascinate me.

-How!

-The Indians are the only people with truly strict morality.

-I agree.

-White men behave disgracefully... especially to women.

-So I hear.

-I wouldn't marry a man who didn't treat a woman with utmost respect.

-You shouldn't.

-My mother said that no man respects a woman who doesn't respect herself.

-Fine person.

-You wouldn't want a wife to be any other way.

-Certainly not.

-When I marry it's going to be for ever and ever.

-Mmm. Me, too.

-I believe a woman can have only one great love in her life.

-That's true.

-Somewhere, someplace, there is the right man for me.

-That's good.

And until that day, you see me as I am - lovely and untouched.

Mm-hm.

-Let's go.

-HE BELCHES

OK, red ass, what's so important about "April morning"?

-That's what I'm tryin' to find out.

-Why?

Take it easy, lady.

I don't want to blow your brains out.

You're no gentleman.

Us savages can be socially unpredictable.

GUN DROPS TO FLOOR

Suicide.

He had a helluva time making up his mind(!)

-You do it?

-Me?! I wouldn't do a thing like that. I'm not like that.

He was like a father to me.

What was he to you?

Looks like you've got a lot to find out.

Don't make me do it.

All I can tell you is...

-once a month OJ rode across the border to meet somebody.

-Who?

-I don't know.

-Where?

El Lobo. A cantina.

I'll be back.

GENTLE GUITAR MUSIC PLAYS

Welcome to Mexico, CapitanApache.

-How do you know who I am?

-I'mawitch - I know everything.

-Thentell me why I'm here.

What you're looking for is not here.

Why are they dead?

So there will be no witnesses totell about your death.

HORSE WHINNIES

GUITAR PLAYING CONTINUES

WHISTLE OUTSIDE

CLATTER OF APPROACHING HOOVES

You're late, Sergeant.

We ran into the border patrol. Wehad to take a detour.

Having trouble?

Somebody stole my horse.

Here's a live one, sir!

Bring him in. Posttheothermenround here.

HE GROANS FEEBLY

-Who owns this place?

-Ido.

-Whywas I set up?

Don't answer him.

I told you not to take the money. I told you it would come to nogood.

I did it for you.

Ah!

Now I am a widow again!

You won't be for long.

-Are you interested?

-Waittillafterthe funeral.

-Should we take her, sir?

-Sergeant, have you no respect?

Can't you see this poor woman's out of her mind with grief(?)

Indio! Hijo de pera!

Thanks for keeping an eye on her(!)

-Put your shoes on.

-Where are we going?

-Your husband worked for Rodriguez.

-What do you want?

-I want to meet him.

-SHE MUTTERS

-Sergeant, help the lady find her shoes.

-Sir!

< Off my land! Sure you don't want to sell?

This land is mine. I worked it with my own two hands.

Aah!

- Why didn't you let him finish? - They all say the same thing.

HE LAUGHS CRUELLY

Howdy, Mr Griffin.

I see we've made a deal.

Ma'am, don't think I've stolen this land from your husband.

When I said I made a deal, I meant it.

You're gonna get all the nice things this poor man could only dream of giving you.

You're wasted in this wilderness.

You should be surrounded by lovely things...

like red plush, crystal chandeliers, rustling silk, French perfume,

laughter, music, the clink of coins.

Pack up her stuff, Moon.

Tell Bella to fixa roomforthe lovely lady at the Paradise Hotel.

Ma'am.

Carlos! Carlos!

Apache.

-Is that Rodriguez?

-No. Buthecantell you where he is.

Captain, what'sanAmericanofficer doing here?

-I have a warrantforaman called Rodriguez.

-The man whosells guns to the Indians!

-He's a very bad man.

-He's here, isn't he?

-He's inside the church.

­ Go away!

I came for Rodriguez.

Rodriguez claims sanctuary. Go!

I just want to talk to him!

You see, Captain, our priest is a very stubborn man.

So am I.

Make yourself at home, Captain. Enjoy refreshment at our pueblo.

Thank you, Sergeant, I will.

Why did you bring him here? I couldn't get rid of him.

And...I... I wanted...to be with you.

HAMMERING

-How's business?

-Can't complain.

-When's the funeral?

-They'rewaitingfor me.

-Oh.

How d'you like two of these... forthat?

-For who?

-For me.

Ten of these and your funeral willbe the talk of the town.

BAND PLAYS SLOW MARCH

Go away! It'stimefortheservice.

It's too early. Ican'ttakehimback!

ORGAN PLAYS SOLEMNLY

INAUDIBLE WHISPER

The Apache's inside.

GivehimaChristian burial. I'll get mourners.

CHURCH BELL CHIMES

INAUDIBLE

You sure put 'em away fast, Padre.

-Where's Rosita?

-Where's Rodriguez?

Just a second, Padre.

I don't think you're hiding from Rodriguez.

I don't even think you're a priest.

Your Latin is lousy...Rodriguez.

Who did I bury?

Rodriguez, why was Commissioner Collier killed?

There's just a few minutes of air left in that box.

He found out about "Aprilmorning".

What about "April morning"?

I'm not a priest, but I can't lie on a Bible. I buy guns for the Indians.

All right. You'd better go unbury that coffin.

Open it! Hurry!

You idiot!

I come in peace.

You are not ready to speak to us in that uniform of our enemy.

Damn! Do I have to go through this every time I talk to an Indian?!

Can we talk NOW?

-What do you want?

-You were there when Collier was killed.

We carried him into the reservation. We discovered two bullet holes in his chest.

-We buried him as he wished - among OUR people.

-Who killed him?

-I saw nothing. I heard only the bullets.

-If you are innocent, why do you hide?

-Collier was my friend. When he lived we were not afraid.

-What did his last words mean?

-"April morning". No-one knows the meaning.

You will not leave to betray our hiding place.

RIFLE SHOT ECHOES

Let him go!

STRING QUARTET PLAYS

You ain't said a word yet, red ass.

Aintcha grateful to us for rescuing you from them BAD Indians?

Firewater heap good.

VOICES DROWNED BY MUSIC

Play the cards.

Thank you, boys. Take the bottle with you.

I suppose it's you I thank.

I'd like you to answer one question for me.

"April morning."

-Do I have to repeat it, Captain?

-No, sir, I heard you.

What do you know about it?

-There's a live one in there. You wouldn't want it to go off with all these people.

-They wouldn't notice.

Those that don't work for me are in debt to me. Suppose I help you carry out your orders?

-..You know my orders?

-To the letter.

-You also own the telegraph?

-..It's in the hands of friends.

You know the killers of Commissioner Collier?

They're sitting right behind you. Moon and Snake.

They're like brothers- devoted,loyal andselfless inpursuingmyinterest.

But for themurder ofCollier I'll turn themovertojustice.

The court's gotta believe that(!)

I'll give youeyewitnesses... evena voluntaryconfession.

I'll guarantee a jury that'll convict them and, if necessary, I'll hang them from my own balcony.

Is it a deal?

I just wannahang themanthathired them.

What day is today?

-It's two days to April.

-That'snotmuch time.

We could be partners. Tell mewhat you knowabout "Aprilmorning".

Whatever I find out I'll tell you. Together we can get tothebottomof it.

We won't find the answerhere.

Spoken like a man of action.

-I'll trouble you for my gun.

-Certainly, partner.

Now let's go to your office andgetto work.

They don't look like killers tome...more like chicken thieves!

Looking for something?

Yes.

What?

I don't know. But it's surprising what youfindif you keeplooking.

-It's locked.

-Safes usually are.

-Do youremember thecombination?

-Never had a head forfigures.

..I just happen to have therightcombination with me.

-May I have alight,MrGriffin?

-Willthisdo?

Thank you.

LOCK CLICKS

-How was your tea, Captain?

-Fine,thanks.

Did you know the captain graduatedfrom West Point?

Really?

Cookie, Captain? IthinkI'vegotsome right here.

I don't eat cookies.

CUP AND SAUCER RATTLE

Oh, sorry.

Let me out!

GUNSHOT

You mean it was never even locked?!

-That figures.

-The house always has the edge.

You dirty bastards!

Where's your sheriff?!

FIRES RIFLE

I want to deliver him these two heathen!

Looks like this town's got no proper lawman.

That's all right. I'll hang 'em myself.

Hold it. Just hold it.

-What for?

-We got the law in this town.

The captain wouldn't take kindly to you hanging a couple of Indians.

Him, the law? That red ass!

Be careful what you say, stranger. The captain's a very dangerous man.

The name is JP Soames. And I ain't afraid of nobody.

That's the spirit, Mr Soames, real true pioneering spirit.

For that, you get the privilege of whacking my horse.

Hah.

-Well, Captain, are you gonna let him break the law?

-No law's been broken, Mr Griffin.

Not until you whack that horse.

Well, let's get on with the hanging.

I didn't come all the way from Tucson to get into legal disputes.

-What's that?

-What's what?

You came all the way from Tucson. Why?

I got the word.

What word?

-"April morning."

-Where did you hear that?

It's none of your damn business!

"April morning" - why did that bring you here?

And I don't have to tell you neither, red ass.

That's right, Mr Soames, you don't have to answer that man's question.

I'll talk to anybody I damn please!

-You're not gonna talk to anybody.

-You touch me...!

Don't!

Nice shooting(!) Twobulletsintheheart.

-#

-They're waitin' in the bars, thestreets and the quiet places

-#

-They're wearin' shiny boots andspurs and smilin' faces

-#

-They're gonna stall me, maul me, try to call me there.

-#

KNOCK ON DOOR

Are you alone?

I think you were expected.

Someone following you?

-No, no, no, no.

-Stayawayfromthewindow!

This is important.

-There's something you don't know.

-Why tell me?

-You'retheonlyhonestman intown.

-What gave youreligion(?)

-Well, I don't wanna die!

That's why I came here.

-Who wants to kill ya?

-I don't know.

If only she hadn't told me. Nowmydays are numbered. I'mamarkedman.I need help.

Come to the point orI'llkillyou myself.

All right, all right, I'll tell you. I...

-But you gotta promise to protect me!

-OK... All right.

-Do you know why Mr Soames come all the way here from Tucson?

-Tell me.

Can't be too careful.

MUSIC AND CHATTER

Damn!

KNOCK ON DOOR

Who's there?

-Ma-aude!

-Just a minute!

Coming!

Are you alone?

Kinda.

Come on in. Sit down. Stayawayfrom the door.

And stay away from the window.

-Shall I turn the lights down?

-Don't rush it.

You want some champagne first?

Ooh...be nice.

-MUSIC WAFTS FROM DOWNSTAIRS

-Listen to it. I love music. I'd love to dance.

-..It's a little crowded in here.

-We can manage.

MUSIC SWELLS

You're so light on your feet.

"It's the spirit that dances, not the man." Indian proverb.

-Are we waiting for someone?

-Why?

I think he's already here.

Luke!

Who did it?

-Who'd want to kill him?

-That does it! I'll let you in on something.

Luke's uncle works the telegraph. He has a direct wire to Tucson.

He sent for Mr Soames.

Moon!

What are you doing here? >

I've come for my lesson.

It's late. Can we do it tomorrow?

Ah-ha! April's only a few days.

There ain't much time, Freddie.

Stop it! That key's alive. Practice on that.

HE TAPS KEY

What...er...town is that key to? What's the difference?

Wouldn't be Tucson, would it?

Was it you who sent for Mr Soames?

The lesson's over, Moon.

HE LAUGHS

POW! RIFLE DOESN'T FIRE

< You're a dead man, Freddie.

Hey! What are you doing out so late, Captain?

-I thought I'd send a telegram.

-Write a letter instead.

Right over there.

Take off your coat.

Git over there.

Pick up that stool and sit down.

Hey, Snake...did you ever see aredassinablue uniform?

Tell me...General...

do the other officers letyoueatwith them?

They bring himinto theirhomes. Eh,red ass?

Do those fancy white ladies eversay hello to you?

Aw! What's the matter? We hit you where it hurts?

You think you're the only one? We've been eating crap for as long as you!

We've been kicked around from the cradle on. As an Indian you know what it's like.

Aw, come on.

We all three are brothers under the skin.

< That still don't make him one of us.

What are you one of?

We used to be Griffin's boys. >

But no more.

We went in business for ourselves.

And we are offering to make you a full partner.

Of what?

One third of "April morning".

It's a deal.

Partner!

Now, let's put the pieces together.

-From what you know and what we know, we can have it all.

-What d'you know?

You say first!

-If I get a lead on "April morning" someone gets killed.

-And?

-That's it. I'm no further than when I started.

All right, red ass, you wanna play tough Indian?

Get her in here. GET HER IN HERE!

You still alive?! Shut up and mix the stuff!

Come on.

You're gonna drink this.

- Drink. - Don't spill a drop.

How do ya feel?

Don't ask, look at him.

-Right in the back.

-The back.

-Inhischest.

In the chest.

The back. The chest. Theback.Thechest.

Ugh! Aagh!

DISTORTED, ECHOEY VOICE: Tellus.Tell us. Tell us. Tell us.

STRANGE VOICE CONTINUES

I know who killed Collier.

Who cares?! What about "Aprilmorning?" What's that?!

What about "April morning"?

..Agh! Aagh! I'm burning alive!

THE WITCH: He knows! HeknowswhokilledCollier!

Agh!

Agh! Ugh!

Aaagh! THUD!

Snake?!Areyouupthere?

THEY GRUNT AND PANT

Agh!

Ugh!

If you kill everyone who had anything to do with Collier

how you gonna prove anything?

They didn't do it. I want my gun.

Who did?

OJ and his deputies.

Where is Sanchez? We must see him.

The general is... It's very important. Muy importante.

Have you got the whisky, old fool?

Enough for you all to get drunk for a month.

Abra la puerta!

CHEERS FROM OUTSIDE

- What are you doing here? - That Apache knows we killed Collier.

GENERAL: Does he know why? MEN: No.

Did he follow you here? > No.

MEN: But he's looking for us. GENERAL: My connection is secret.

MEN: You gotta hide us or he'll find us.

And when he does...you'll talk.

So you MUST hide us. Yeah, you'd better.

Hide them.

We move out tomorrow!

No drinking tonight. Destroy those barrels.

CHORUS OF LOUD PROTESTS

Always keep a table for you, sir.

Amigo, good to see you. You going somewhere, mister?

-Why not let him out in thesun nowand then?

-Repeat that.

Oh, for Christ's sake, sit down!

Hold on, mister. >

-Didn't I say to sit down?

-That was my brother.

And I don't take it lightly.

Freaks like you come in pairs?!

Didn't my boys make it clear you're intruding?

Keep your freaks away from me.

Why insult people who can kill you?

I like to see a man enjoy his work.

Someone's missing.

-If you're looking for Maude, she's getting married.

-To who?

To me.

I wonder if you know a Mexican bandit who calls himself a general?

I don't believe I know any bandit...

of any nationality.

Name is Sanchez.

You're at the wrong table in the wrong hotel and the wrong town.

And you may be in the wrong line of business.

-My food's getting cold.

-What's Sanchez got to do with "April morning"?

Captain! >

-General!

-I came to congratulate you.

-Thank you, sir, but what for?

No false modesty. Damn fine job getting Collier's murderers.

How did you know?

It's in this telegram you sent me. It's true, isn't it?

Yes, sir.

-General, tomorrow's April.

-Hm?

Yes, yes. So?

-We still don't understand Collier's last words.

-Don't worry about that!

We have other men. Take a 30-day leave. There might be a promotion in it for you.

Thank you, sir.

You send nice telegrams!

I might make a general out of you yet!

-Where are you going on vacation?

-Right here.

In this dull town?

I don't have friends anywhere else.

You don't have any friends here.

Whose funeral?

It's that Mr Soames, the man from Tucson.

'You came from Tucson. Why?'

'I got the word...'

'"April Morning."'

Thanks.

This office has been closed by headquarters, sir.

Captain! You can't go in those files.

Pay attention to your keys, soldier.

-But you can't!

-Ssh.

I warn you, sir, I have my orders.

Don't do that.

It's OK. I'll take care of this. >

-Can I help you, Captain?

-I want your Tucson files, Sergeant.

Oh, if it was up to me... But those files are private.

Then it'll be just between the two of us.

- We'll just forget all about this, Billy. - Right, Sergeant.

Did you find what you were looking for?

Yeah.

It's in your pocket.

(Oh, my!)

Oh, my!

Oh, my!

Thank you.

Shut the door.

And take your hat off.

-Celebrating your engagement(?)

-The wedding's not until June.

If I'm in the neighbourhood I'll be there.

We were thinking of asking you to be best man.

Mr Griffin mentioned it last night.

Is that for me?

-Uh-uh. Mr Griffin. Hasn't he got a first name?

-Who's it from?

-There's no signature.

-Well, what does it say?

"April morning on schedule."

-What does that mean?

-HowshouldIknow?

-It'saddressedtoyou.

-Sohelpme.

You know...I believe you.

If youreceived this, who'dyoushow it to?

Mr Griffin,Iguess.

OK.

You shamed us, mister.

We want satisfaction.

I don't fight with freaks.

Nowyou ain't a captain nomore... maybe you can drink with usfreaks.

BANGS BAR

It sure was nice of him to invite us, wasn't it, Ben?

I misjudged him. He's really a nice fella. >

Yeah.

My brother is waiting.

Bottoms up.

My brother is waiting.

Bottoms up.

I do like a man who takes time out for a friendly drink.

Bottoms up.

You ain't gonna be unfriendly, now...

-are you?

-You boys aren't keeping up with me.

I'm drinking two to your one.

Brothers. What happens to Ben happens to me.

Drink.

All the way.

I'd better not.

You'd better not offend my brother.

I'm an Indian.

One more and I go crazy.

Drink it.

Let's see.

OK.

Watch.

INDIAN DRUM AND BELLS SOUND IN HIS HEAD

Ah! Ugh!

Those boys cost me a fortune.

You've ruined 'em.

-Why are you still here?

-Where should I be?

EMPTIES GUN

Your fiancee just left town with a travelling bag.

-Doesn't it worry you?

-She's always doing that. She always comes back.

As best man I want to make sure the wedding comes off.

We don't have to do this. I can tell you where she went.

-She went to catch a train at Corleda.

-Where's she headed?

Tucson...to buy herself a trousseau.

Well, I need a new uniform. Let's all go shopping together.

All right.

TRAIN WHISTLE BLOWS

There are plenty of seats. We want a little...

privacy.

-You're sitting with my fiancee.

-What?

-Mr Griffin and I are engaged to be married.

-What does that make us?

Lovers!

What are you doing here, Sergeant?

-Official business.

-Let me see your travel orders.

I asked to change station. I can't get along with my superior officer.

-How d'you meet her?

-That's my question. How did you?

She came to send a telegram.

-In answer to this?

-The captain doesn't understand. Telegrams are privileged communications.

I don't mind. I wired my dressmaker.

So we're all gonna be on this train April 1st.

Still convinced...that something awful's gonna happen April 1st?

Isn't it?

-Hey! I'm sorry you followed me.

-Why?

-I don't want you to think badly of me.

-You come at the wrong time.

-Is there a right time?

-There was for us once.

-Lots of boots been under your bed since.

It's your fault. You never encouraged me.

Seeing OJ hanging discouraged me.

I had nothing to do with that!

What do you have anything to do with?

I don't know. I'm playing a hunch, like you.

I don't know...but, sonofabitch, I keep believing you.

Then listen to me.

There's a bridge coming.

Before we cross, the train slows down. It's your chance to get off.

Why, Maude? Tell me.

Something's going to happen tonight.

What?

You're gonna get killed.

WHISTLE SCREAMS

LAUGHTER

ROSITA: Look, it's the Indian. Come and sit with me.

-What brings you this side of the border?

-You might call it...

a goodwill tour.

Where are you going, Captain?

I'm joining your party.

INAUDIBLE

You must be very strong.

Like an ox.

-Find your own woman!

-General, I thought this was a goodwill tour!

-What's your name, sweetheart?

-Abigail.

-Abigail?

-Mm-hm.

Abigail, did you know something terrible was going to happen?

-To me?

-To all of us.

Don't listen to him.

Ask General Sanchez.

General!

-Ah, Captain. Sit down.

-Thank you, sir.

-Want a cigar?

-No, thank you, sir.

Are you going all the way to Tucson?

No, I get off at Santa Cruz. My sister's there. Married a rancher.

I can stay there when I retire.

30 years in the service, and I'll be taken in by my brother-in-law!

I'm glad we ran into each other. It's nice to know someone on a train.

-Seems like I know everybody here.

-Is that so?

General Sanchez.

-Know him?

-Abigail and Rosita too.

-Really?

-Know who's in the next car, General?

Yep, Sergeant O'Rourke. He boarded with a lady. I think he was embarrassed to see me.

-Do you know the lady?

-I wish I did. She's attractive.

-There's a man on board named Griffin. Ever heard of him?

-What are you getting at?

There's something going on here and I'm putting the pieces together.

You know, Captain, I think you WERE overworked. You needed this rest. BRAKES SCREECH

-They're hooking a private car on.

-Why's there a private car out here?

Easterners, probably. Hunting party. Millionaires looking for thrills.

They should try a few weeks in the cavalry! Let's stretch our legs.

Ah! Fresh air!

Invigorating...but chilly.

I'm going back inside.

LOUD CLATTER

CLATTER

WHISTLE SHRIEKS

Ugh! ..Aah!

Ugh! Ooph!

Agh!

Ugh!

Eugh!

Agh!

Ugh!

Eugh!

Ugh!

Ah, there you are. Will you join me?

There's nobody else to talk to. Guess I'll have to tell you.

-Tell me what?

-Haven't you noticed? Everybody's gone.

-Are they in the next car?

-The Mexican general rode away with some Indians.

-Did he?

-Only they weren't Indians, they were Mexicans dressed as Indians.

-Mexicans?!

-O'Rourke is dead.

-What's that you say?

-He tried to kill me.

-Why?!

Maybe because of this.

-This is a forgery!

-It looks real.

-Why should

-I

-order a massacre of the Indians?

That private car we hooked onto, it has a name.

The name is April Morning.

Collier knew. That's why he was killed.

Now, General, who is in that car?

President Grant is in that car.

I'm glad you said that, sir.

The newspaper said he was coming to California. They'll assassinate him.

Griffin hired the bandits to attack this train.

He dressed the Mexicans as Indians so the Indians will be blamed.

Why assassinate the president?!

I don't know. But it's getting light out. We'd better get going.

WE'RE NOT! You're not going anywhere, red ass.

Red ass?

You call me red ass, too.

BANG!

Agh!

Oh! I shoot like a jealous wife - first shot right through the heart.

Where are they?

-The baggage car.

-How many?

-Eight. All of them.

-Come on.

-What are you doing? Where are we going? Why do you want me?

-Open the door.

-They'll shoot me.

-Open it!

Hi. It's only me.

Oh!

Oh!

Oh!

NO! Stop it!

NO!

Ah!

Oh! No!

Agh!

You shot me!

My ear!

Call that shot?

Oh!

WHISTLE SHRIEKS

Not now.

Captain, someone here wants to thank you personally - the US president.

You're not the president.

I know General Grant. I served under him.

You're one smart Indian! The president stayed behind in Tucson.

You knew all the time but let me go through this. What the hell for?!

Carpetbaggers were trying to start an Indian war to grab the South West.

Who are you?

The new Indian Commissioner taking Collier's place. And you'll help me.

Oh...doing what?

The reservation land is too valuable. It will make trouble for your people.

We're gonna move them... to Yellowsnake Canyon.

..Yellowsnake Canyon?

It's full of snakes!

You're one dumb Indian!

Teach me they ways of the white man!

First...you steal a horse.

# Cos I got a date withanAprilmorning

# A date that cannot wait till dawn

# Got a date with an April morning

# A date with fate Ijustgottakeep... #

Subtitles by Kathy Jenkins BBC - 1995

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# A date that cannot wait till dawn

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