Hidalgo
Come on, little brother.
Checkout time.
Yeah.
Everyone's well
behind us, Senator.
When we cross
the finishing line,
we'd best look like champions.
Howdy.
Nice mornin',
don't you think?
You went over it.
You went off the wagon trail.
Cross-country race, ain't it?
Well, I didn't ride 1,100 miles
Why did you, then?
This race is mine, cowboy.
Yah!
Ready when you are, brother.
Let 'er buck.
Yee-hah!
Whiskey.
That's right.
I don't like
your style, Hopkins.
Heh-hey! You made it.
Mustangs don't belong
in races with thoroughbreds.
If you ask me,
they belong in fertilizer.
Mister...
You can say anything
you want about me.
I'm gonna have to ask you
not to talk about my horse that way.
Call it.
Tails.
Mr. Hopkins...
Private Abernathy.
With the 7th.
Major Whitside, 2nd Battalion,
7th Cavalry Encampment,
at Wounded Knee Creek, sir.
Carry on.
Mr. Hopkins...
Right now, huh?
Wounded Knee Creek
December 29, 1890
Dispatch rider!
Major Whitside, 7th cavalry,
commanding battalion
in the field.
General Miles
directs me to say
that a solution to the Sioux
uprising must be found at once.
Disarm the Indians.
Take every precaution
to prevent their escape.
If they choose to fight,
subdue them.
Dispatch, sir.
They've been doin' it all night.
There's gonna be an uprisin'.
No, soldier. It's a ghost dance.
That's all.
Praying to their ancestors
for help.
Boy.
Where are they taking us?
They called you Blue Child.
I knew your mother.
Get back behind the tent line.
Come on, now.
You don't need that.
Come on.
You know what army this is,
Big Foot?
This is the 7th.
Yellow Hair's men.
You remember Pahaska?
Yeah, you probably
ate his liver.
Hey, you. Come 'ere.
Give me the gun.
Black Coyote is deaf.
He cannot hear your orders. Please...
Let go of it!
What are you doin', Bronco?
Go on, there!
What are you lookin' at?
27 Congressional medals
were awarded at a place
called Wounded Knee.
This was the proud 7th who fought
at the Little Bighorn
killed in battle.
would not be that way.
On that day,
outnumbered by warriors,
but undaunted in spirit,
the brave 7th held their ground.
Hopkins!
Get up.
Hidalgo's up next.
Hey, Phoebe Anne.
Get your own gun.
Makin' sure you don't
have live shot in there.
Damn gun's loaded,
and so are you.
- I'm gettin' the hell out of Cleveland.
- Good. Cause we're in Boston.
Come 'ere. Remember?
You're the good guy.
Who has come out to parlay
with Buffalo Bill?
Could it be a real and living
war chief of the red race?
Chief Eagle Horn.
Mothers, hold your children close.
This is not an act.
You are beholding
the last of the wild hostiles,
the red pirates of the prairies.
He who scalped many a pioneer
on the bloody warpath
that led to the winning
of the West.
Now, this is the man
whose power
took the life
on the day that
colonel Cody was too late.
And that, gentlemen, is
why they call me Texas Jack.
Far Rider, I must speak to Long Hair.
Please speak United States for me.
Chief says... his people
are vanishing
faster than he can earn silver
with you.
- Can't this wait?
- Curb your tongue, Nate!
Let the chief speak.
Chief Eagle Horn says
that our nation... his nation's... hoop
is broken and scattered.
The buffalo herds
have been destroyed.
Elk and deer are gone.
And now the government is
rounding up our wild horses,
and they plan to...
shoot them, too,
before the first snows.
They put a price
on the native horses
too great
for a poor Indian to meet.
Chief says that perhaps his
people have lost their lands,
but not their spirit.
And he asks you for your help.
Tell my dear friend Eagle Horn
that... the mustang breed
has known its day
and served its purpose.
If my chief
wishes a fine horse,
I will give to him
a thoroughbred steed
of his chosen color.
Yes. He'll do whatever he can.
Behold the famed
Cheyenne-to-Deadwood stage line.
What? What?
Heavens, folks!
It's an ambush.
What think you
of the show, Aziz?
Bravely, the pioneer
meets the savages...
Jack, what are you doing?
Hold on to it.
- Get your foot up there, Frank.
- This is the real West
and not for the faint of heart.
And now, folks,
you remember them,
rough-riding Frank Hopkins
and his horse, Hidalgo!
Galveston, Texas,
to Rutland, Vermont,
is over 1,800 miles.
But Frank Hopkins
and his painted wonder
made the ride in 30 days.
Can cross the country
in 30 days,
but he can't find
his horse backstage.
The wounded-soldier trick!
Ladies and gentlemen,
let's hear it
for the wounded-soldier trick.
You're lucky
this gun's got blanks.
Let go o' me,
you rabbit-eared...
And the horse
- drags the wounded soldier home.
- Let go o' me!
Sheikh Al Riyadh is keeper
of the Muniqi stallion.
His excellency's
royal stables
preserve the purest equine
bloodline in the world.
And he wishes to invest
in the Cody enterprise?
The Sheikh of Sheikhs,
His Greatness,
is beyond investment.
His pride is
in his family horses.
You see, Mr. Cody, the sheikh's
own stallion, Al-Hattal,
is the greatest living
endurance-race champion
of all time.
The sheikh saw your show
in Paris.
His honor was deeply
insulted by your claim
to exhibit the world's greatest
endurance horse and rider.
Hidalgo is a legend, my friends.
He has never lost
a long-distance race.
In America, perhaps.
my country could cross on foot.
Frank, you just missed some
wonderful compliments about your horse.
Five minutes, Billy.
Gentlemen, I present
rough-riding Frank Hopkins.
- Mr. Hopkins, a pleasure.
- Mr. Cody, His Excellency...
- Sit down before you fall down.
- ... requests that you remove the title
that you have bestowed
on this American horse.
What's goin' on here, Bill?
Perhaps you have never heard
of the Bedouin.
It has been held annually
for more than 1,000 years.
A 3,000-mile race.
Across the Arabian Desert.
Along the Persian Gulf and Iraq.
And across the sands
of Syria to Damascus.
It is known
as the "Ocean of Fire".
Our office will accept your entry
at 1,000 dollars in Spanish silver.
The winner's purse makes
the victor very honored.
Very... How do we say?
Very rich, Mr. Cody.
These boys are serious, Frank.
His greatness invites
you and your horse
to enter in the challenge
if you will not
remove the title
that you have bestowed
on this impure animal.
Impure?
He is pure mustang, friend.
What shall I tell
His Excellency?
You can go tell 'im
to pound sand for all I care.
Tequila.
To be more exact,
my Arabian friend.
Gentlemen, the third act
is starting.
I suggest you take your seats.
A very wise choice
you have made, Mr. Hopkins.
I don't think that was
a compliment, Frank.
Long Hair has promised me
rock candy in Pittsburgh.
Our good red and blue days are over.
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