Buffalo Bill

In 1877, a young man

rode out of the West...

...and overnight his name became

a household word.

He'd not discovered a continent

or won a war.

He was not a great general,

a great statesman or a great scientist.

Yet even now,

more than 60 years later...

...the legends which surround him

are as vivid as they were then.

His name was William Frederick Cody.

But to young and old, rich and poor,

king and commoner...

...he is known as Buffalo Bill.

This is the story of his life.

Hup, you! Hya!

Hold that fire

till you can make it count.

Hup, hup! It's your hide or my hair.

- You all right, darling?

- Yes, Father.

They ain't falling off for nothing.

Doggone, there they go

and I didn't even get a shot at them.

- Good morning, folks.

- Good...

- Are you all right, ma'am?

- Yes, I guess so.

I knew it was you.

Ain't another rifle in the world

with a bark like that Springfield.

Miss Frederici...

...I want you to meet up

with Buffalo Bill Cody...

...the best scout, the best shot,

the best man on the plains.

How do you do.

And thank you very much.

Cody's buffalo hunter

at the fort. Senator Frederici.

- Mr. Cody.

- I'd better go catch them mules.

I'll help the sergeant.

My daughter and I are grateful, sir.

You've saved our lives.

Anyone would be lucky

for the chance.

Not everyone would've

acted so courageously.

She's right, Mr. Cody.

We need more men like you

to exterminate these savages.

They must be wiped out,

root and branch.

There are some white men

that need wiping out.

I don't understand you, sir.

This is not a war arrow,

it's a hunting arrow. No barbs.

A hunting arrow.

How very considerate of them.

Are you implying

that we were fair game?

I mean those were agency Indians,

crazy-drunk on white man's whiskey.

I suppose that excuses them out here.

The red man and whiskey

don't mix, ma'am.

We'll ride the mules into the agency.

Senator, you and Mr. Carvell

can double up on Fanny.

Miss Frederici, you take Hyacinth.

If she cause you trouble,

cuss her out...

...and kick her. I'll climb up with Bill.

I'm afraid I'm not exactly dressed

for kicking and cussing.

Perhaps it would be better

if I went with Mr. Cody.

I guess you're right, miss.

Prepare to mount. Mount.

This is very kind of you.

I hope it's not too much for your horse.

Oh, no. You're light to carry.

You go ahead, Bill,

and we'll come along.

Hiya, Chips.

I've been waiting for you.

Somebody wrote you a letter.

Me?

- That's right, my boy.

Who would be writing to you?

Give me the letter, I'll find out.

You'll get yours in your proper turn.

The mail is delivered

according to rank...

...and there's plenty ranker than you.

Do I have to wait

for every noncom in the outfit?

You'll wait for every noncom

and every buck trooper too.

A civilian don't rate.

Hi, Bill.

Hello, Ada.

Now you run on home to your mama.

Bye-bye, Bill.

Welcome, Mr. Cody.

- Welcome.

- Won't you come in?

We have a number of

unexpected guests you must meet.

Maybe I'd better not stay.

I'm not dressed for this sort of a soiree.

Nonsense. In these buckskins,

you're the handsomest man in the room.

By the Lord Harry.

It's Nimrod the hunter,

led captive by Aphrodite.

Gentlemen, Mr. Cody.

General Blazier, Mr. Vandervere,

and Mr. Ned Buntline.

Mr. Cody, sir.

We've heard of your indomitable heroism

in snatching Miss Frederici from death...

...at the hand

of a bloodthirsty savage.

Will you honor me by taking wine?

- Thank you, Mr...?

- Buntline.

- Buntline?

- Buntline, sir.

Special correspondent of

the New York Herald.

I am a man of pronounced

temperance principles.

Founder of the National Association

of Modern Abstainers.

But there are moments when principle

must yield to the importance of occasion.

Your good health, sir.

How are you enjoying your trip?

What do you think of the West?

The most amazing source of inspiration

I've encountered, Miss Louisa.

The wilderness, the peak, the unending

solitudes where roams the Indian...

...in all his ferocity, in all his nobility.

After seeing his ferocity,

I'm skeptical about his nobility.

Indians are good people,

if left alone.

Nothing would suit me better

than to leave them alone. All alone.

The last to arrive on the glorious

battlefield of Shiloh...

...and the first to leave it!

- You'll never live that one down, general.

- Never, ma'am.

I made this myself, Mr. Cody.

I hope you'll enjoy it.

It's a trifle.

Trifle?

Oh, how stupid of me, Mr. Cody.

Do you mind?

- Thank you, Mr. Cody.

- Thank you.

Well, gentlemen, I'll leave you

to your port and politics.

Who are you?

An Indian.

What do you mean

by stealing my clothes?

I didn't come here to steal.

Maybe you Indians have another word

for it, but that's my dress you have.

I tell you, I didn't come here to steal.

Perhaps you'll explain to me just what

you're doing in my clothes.

I wanted to find out something.

And just what, may I ask?

I wanted to find out...

...if I could be as beautiful

as a white girl...

...in a white girl's way.

Oh.

I see.

There's your answer.

You look beautiful.

I wish your Indian brave

could see you now.

Indian!

What is it?

What did I say to offend you?

Please, I'd rather you kept it.

It was so becoming to you.

I don't believe you! You don't want it

because an Indian wore it!

Indian!

- Senator, have I made myself clear?

- Perfectly.

You may count on my support

before Congress.

Why can't you build your railroad around

the Cheyenne land, instead of across it?

Young man, that would delay

construction for over a year...

...and double the cost.

- Yes, sergeant?

- We found him, sir...

- ... but we had a little trouble.

- Bring him in.

A distinguished visitor, gentlemen.

Yellow Hand...

...son of Chief Tall Bull.

Excellent. Let's have a look at him.

Think we can get him

to listen to reason?

I doubt it. I've gotten nothing

out of any of them.

- How, Yellow Hand.

- How, Pahaska.

Tell him his people must move out of

the Smoky Hill country within 30 days.

I understand your words.

I have been to white man's school.

We've hunted and fished

together since we were so high.

Once you saved Yellow Hand's life.

When you do an Indian a favor,

he never forgets it.

If you do him bad,

he never forgets that, either.

Very interesting.

Now tell us, Yellow Hand...

They give themselves amazing names.

Tell us why your people refuse

to obey the order to move.

We must live where there is food

and water and buffalo.

What has the buffalo got to do with it?

Without the buffalo, the Indian would

perish. It's his main source of food.

In the winter,

the hides protect them from freezing.

I see.

If you want something from the Indians,

why don't you treat their chiefs...

- ... like the heads of any other nations?

- What do you mean?

Yellow Hand is a prince,

the son of a king.

Invite men like that to Washington.

Try and understand them.

Maybe they'll understand you.

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