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You have never seen

a lick of war.

-You have no idea...

-No.

No idea

what it does to a man.

I've killed savages.

I've killed plenty of them.

'Cause

that's my f***ing job.

And from what

I hear, Captain,

there was never a man happier

in his work.

Look.

-Hmm.

-I saw what happened

to the 4th when Yellow Hawk

and his dog soldiers

got done with them.

-(CHUCKLES)

-And there wasn't a...

Don't you dare laugh.

There wasn't enough left

of those poor men

to fill a slop pail.

Understand...

When we lay our heads down

out here,

we're all prisoners.

I hate them.

I got a war bag of reasons

to hate them.

Skinny Figler, Edwin Tate--

Captain,

I just don't give a damn

how you personally feel

about Yellow Hawk.

I don't.

What I care about is this,

a direct order

signed by President Harrison.

So, you've got

just over 24 hours

to pick and provision

your detail.

Should you decide

to disobey this order,

you'll consider yourself

confined to barracks

pending a court-martial.

Stop!

This will be done.

And it will be done by you.

Now you're dismissed.

(THUNDER RUMBLES)

(SCREAMING)

(THUNDER RUMBLING)

MOLINOR:

I'll see to that, Captain.

JOE:

The rest is in my trunk.

You can take that Apache

war bow if you want it.

Morning, doctor.

Morning, Captain.

Morning, Sergeant.

Corporal.

-Ready for the journey, sir.

-As you were.

-Lieutenant.

-Captain.

-West Point, hmm?

-Yes, sir.

I want to say

what an honor it is

to be chosen by you, sir.

I'll give you everything

I'm made of.

-You can sleep on it.

-That's why you're here.

We don't get too many

of you West Point types

out this far.

We'll see what

they taught you.

-Provisions?

-Yes, sir.

A month's worth of meat,

raisins, sugar, and pickles.

-Lead?

-Enough to defend Fort Apache

if required, sir.

We'll need it.

-Private.

-Pardon, monsieur.

(STAMMERING)

Captain, I have a question

before we depart

on our journey.

Hmm?

As a new arrival

to Fort Berringer,

and, quite frankly,

as someone

with less than

ideal experience--

-(SIGHS)

-(SPEAKING FRENCH)

I don't-- I'm just--

I'm curious why you chose me.

I didn't choose you.

He did.

You've got a good day

ahead of you, Captain.

Lord willing,

the weather will hold

and you'll avoid

the monsoons. Chief.

I shined them up for you

real nice.

They're good as new.

I know

this isn't the best duty

you've ever pulled,

but, uh, well, then again,

you are getting out

of this hellhole early.

When the president asks,

a man's got to do it.

Anyone gives you any trouble,

just show them these.

They'll guarantee you

safe passage.

-So long, Colonel.

-Good-bye, Blocker.

Joe...

You were a good soldier.

I still am.

Colonel.

-(SHUTTER POOFS)

-(HORSE NEIGHS)

Detail! Forward march.

(THUNDER RUMBLING)

The f***ing parade's over.

(SPEAKING CHEYENNE)

(GUN CLICKS)

-Woodsen.

-Yes, sir?

Take this sh*t off them

and put them in chains.

WOODSEN:

Yes, sir.

And take the braids

out of the b*tch's hair.

WOODSEN:

(SINGING) Guide me

O Thou great Jehovah

Pilgrim through

this barren land

Guide me

I am weak

But Thou art strong

Hold me

with Thy powerful hand

(HUMMING)

JOE:

Break them here.

-WOODSEN:
Kidder.

-Yes, sir?

-DeJardin.

-Yes, sir?

-Set up camp.

-DEJARDIN:
Right away, sir.

We'll be back directly.

And mind them Reds.

(FLIES BUZZING)

(BUZZING CONTINUES)

Comanche.

(PERCUSSION NOTES PLAYING)

Captain.

(GUN CLICKS)

(PERCUSSION NOTES PLAYING)

(SHUSHING)

They're sleeping.

(BLOWING)

Ma'am.

Can we get you

and your babies to safety?

Get you...

Get you warm and...

Boys.

Her babies are sleeping.

Just try not to wake them.

(HORSE NEIGHS)

Ma'am.

Let's get you warm.

Get you some water.

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

I'm not going to hurt you.

I promise.

Will you come with me?

-(WINCES)

-All right.

Be gentle with them, please.

-(FLIES BUZZING)

-God almighty.

(BIRDS CAWING)

(INHALES)

DeJardin!

Captain, what the...

Captain, what happened?

-Comanche.

-This far west?

I thought they were settled

on reservations.

Some of them

ain't ever settled.

-Lieutenant.

-Have you seen them, sir?

No, but they ain't far.

Well, start digging up

on top of the ridge.

Yes, sir.

DeJardin. Grab them shovels

over yonder, and them picks.

Ma'am.

-DEJARDIN:
Yes, sir.

-May I help you down?

-Mmm?

-May I help you down?

(GRUNTING)

All right. All right.

All right,

let's get a fresh blanket

and some water for the...

Just get a goddamn blanket.

(ROSALIE SQUEALING)

No, they ain't gonna harm you.

They ain't gonna harm you.

Come, look this way.

Look this way.

(ROSALIE GASPING)

They ain't gonna harm you.

(GASPING CONTINUES)

Come on.

Ma'am, we got a--

Got a clean blanket here.

Hello, ma'am.

No! You will not touch

this baby.

-You hear me?

-All right, step away.

Yes, ma'am.

I don't need that.

(SHAKY BREATHING)

-Drop those shovels!

-Drop them!

ROSALIE:

I will bury my family.

-You hear me?

-Yes, ma'am.

I will bury my family.

(RAPID BREATHING)

Shovel, please.

(GRUNTS)

(GRUNTING)

(PANTING)

(SCREAMS)

(SNIFFLES)

WOODSEN:

...for He will conceal me

in the shelter of his tent

and set me high upon a rock.

Even now

my head is held high

above my enemies

on every side,

and I will offer in his tent

sacrifices with

shouts of happiness.

I will sing and chant praises

to the Lord.

-Amen.

-(MUMBLES)

Promise me that when I die,

I'll be buried

in this field.

Promise me.

(JOE SPEAKING CHEYENNE)

Don't you take

another f***ing step.

(SPEAKING CHEYENNE)

-Kidder.

-Sir?

Take the dress to the lady.

She wants you

to have this, ma'am.

Mmm.

You go ahead

and take my tent.

Are you sure you wouldn't like

something to eat?

No.

I'll bring my saddle up here

and be right outside.

You need anything,

you just holler.

I'll leave you in peace.

She's broken, Joe.

Yeah.

What do you plan

on doing with her?

Take her to Winslow.

Keep an eye on her

in case...

She ain't right.

(HEAVY BREATH)

(BREATHING CONTINUES)

(ROSALIE SNIFFLING)

(GUN CLICKS)

WOODSEN:

Captain.

(SPEAKING CHEYENNE)

(SPEAKING CHEYENNE)

WOODSEN:

Everything all right, sir?

Everything's fine.

As soon as she's awake,

we'll move out.

Of course, sir.

Heading out soon.

You ready, ma'am?

I am.

Thank you.

-(GUNSHOT ECHOES)

-(HORSES GRUNTING)

(HORSES WHINNYING)

-(GUNSHOT)

-(GROANS)

-(GRUNTING)

-(MEN ULULATING)

Rally!

Get out of here!

(GUNSHOTS CONTINUE)

(MUMBLES)

(BOTH GRUNTING)

(WOODSEN GROANS)

(SHRIEKING)

(HORSE WHINNYING)

(GUNSHOT)

(GUNSHOTS CONTINUE)

(GUN C*CKS)

(GUN CLICKS)

(CLICKING CONTINUES)

(GROANS)

(BLACK HAWK

SPEAKING CHEYENNE)

(JOE SPEAKING CHEYENNE)

-Kidder?

-Yes, sir?

Unchain them.

-Sir?

-You heard me.

If they put a foot wrong,

you put a bullet in them.

Yes, sir.

You believe

in the Lord, Joseph?

Yes, I do, Mrs. Quaid.

But...

He's been blind to what's...

going on out here

for a long time.

I see that.

But I have to believe

that it's times like these

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