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