Rio Grande
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- Year:
- 1950
- 105 min
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Sick call!
Forward.
A Troop, forward right, yo-ho!
Forward right, yo-ho!
Halt!
- Gentlemen, congratulations.
- Thank you, sir.
The Indian scouts...
When you're dismissed,
walk your horses for half an hour,
The sutler's store will remain open
until 12 o'clock.
- Have some beer.
- We thank the colonel.
That's a fine idea.
Officers post. Gallop.
Prepare to dismount!
Dismount!
- Good evening.
- Good evening, sir.
Good evening, sir.
- Have a cup of your own coffee, York?
- I've been thinking of nothing else.
- Tough, huh?
- Tough, sir.
I haven't had a cup of duty coffee with
you since we rode down to Shenandoah.
- How did you fare on patrol?
- Had a running fight for 30-odd miles.
We captured Naches, their chief,
eight others before the Apaches reached
the Rio Grande and crossed into Mexico.
Pursuant to orders,
I halted on our side of the river.
- Men didn't like it very much.
- Neither did you. And neither do I.
But that's the policy. Soldiers
don't make policy. They carry it out.
- State Department could do something.
- They'll write a sharp note of protest.
If you care to read
sharp notes of protest...
I'll declaim them over the graves
of the troopers guarding the waterholes.
Three of them
staked face-down on anthills.
You've got the dirtiest job in the army.
No doubt of that, Kirby.
- I'm not complaining. I get paid for it.
- Maybe you should complain. I'll listen.
This coffee isn't as good as it used to be.
I'll make a note of that.
But maybe someday
it'll get better and stronger.
I'll drink to that, sir. Stronger.
Too bad about your son.
- I hadn't heard.
- I'm sorry, Kirby. I thought you knew.
He failed mathematics at West Point.
They dropped him from the academy.
- Indeed?
- It's no disgrace failing mathematics.
I missed it myself
by the skin of my teeth.
I haven't seen my son in 15 years.
Yes, I know. It's... Well, Kirby,
this coffee is weak but it's all we have.
- More?
- If it's all we have.
Knock it off, knock it off.
Left face.
Aye, you're a fine body of men.
Now put your bags down.
This is your home,
so make yourselves comfortable.
Aye. I bid you all welcome to Fort Starke,
recruits that you are.
But in no time at all, you'll be soldiers.
Sure. Why, in less than six months,
with good behaviour and hard work,
you'll be wearing yellow stripes
on your breeches.
Would you mind
putting your cap on your head?
No, not at all, Doc.
Did any of yous ever ride a horse?
Yeah, some.
Now answer the roll-call.
- Adams.
- Present.
- Boone.
- Yes, sir?
- Boone.
- Yeah?
Just say "yo".
Yo.
Carol. Dirks.
Dark. Eaton.
Fragman. Goodwin.
Hegginsmith. Heinze. Dibbs.
Murphy. O'Toole.
Perkins. Selby.
- Tyree. York.
- Present, sir.
All right, pick up your bags.
Left face.
As you were, Sergeant.
I don't want you men to be fooled
about what's coming up for you.
Torture. At least that.
The war department
promised me 180 men.
They sent me 18, all told.
You are the 18.
So each one of you
will have to do the work of 10 men.
If you fail, I'll have you
spreadeagled on a wagon wheel.
If you desert, you'll be found.
Tracked down and broken into bits.
- That is all.
- Forward!
Trooper York, sir.
I haven't seen you for 15 years.
So I've been told, sir.
I have no clear memory.
You proved that
when you failed at West Point.
- Yes, sir.
- Where did you enlist?
- At Highland Falls, sir, next day.
- Lied about your age.
- Recruit training?
- Jefferson Barracks, sir.
Well, on the official records,
you're my son.
But on this post
you're just another trooper.
You heard me tell the recruits
what I need from them.
Twice that I will expect from you.
At Chapultepec
my father - your grandfather -
shot for cowardice
the son of a US senator.
That was his duty. I will do mine.
You've chosen my way of life.
I hope you have the guts to endure it.
But put out of your mind any
romantic ideas that it's a way of glory.
It's a life of suffering and of hardship
and uncompromising devotion
to your oath and your duty.
- Have I permission to speak?
I didn't ask to come to this regiment, but
I wouldn't have it otherwise now I'm here.
- May I also put something straight?
- Proceed.
I'm not in this post to call you Father.
I was ordered here as Trooper
Jefferson York of the US Cavalry.
- That is all I wish to be, sir.
- Then we understand each other.
- We do, sir.
- Sergeant Major.
The recruits are for field duty
as of now. Dismissed.
Trooper York.
- What are you waiting for?
- For the salute to be returned.
- Military regulations, sir.
- Quincannon.
- Once again, and faster!
- Up a notch. Give him a good jump.
Do you see how easy it is?
When I was a young man like yourselves
I could jump nine feet tall,
and with an Indian under each arm.
What tribe?
Once again, and faster.
Horsemen.
Appears to me they make a lot of fuss
jumping a horse over some sticks.
Yo.
- That's a six-foot jump, Travis.
- Now, keep 'em ahead. Now over.
You see? That gives you an idea what
horsemanship is like in the US Cavalry.
Now, after that comes the Roman teams.
That's easy. It's the way the Romans
used to ride, the ancient Romans.
Standing up. Standing up.
Yo.
Slim. Upsy-daisy.
Mister? What time do you blow the horn
around here for folks to eat?
You think you'd like to try that
before you eat?
You mean ride
like them ancient Romans?
- Yes.
- Yo.
Let's go, Sandy!
Come on, Sandy!
Easy, now! Easy!
Horsemen! Oh, boyo, horsemen!
- Nice team, Corporal.
- That the general idea, Doc?
That's the general idea.
But before I'm through with yous, you'll
take them jumps backwards. Is there...?
The marshal wants to make a check.
might be among our new recruits.
Anybody by the name of Tyree
among your horse thieves?
- Horse thieves, is it now?
- That's what I said.
They're wearing the uniform
of the US Cavalry.
Fella I'm looking for is from Texas.
Wanted for questioning about a killing.
- Is there a man from Texas?
- Yes, sir. I'm from Texas.
Name of Boone. Daniel Boone.
Daniel Boone?
That name's kinda familiar, ain't it, Mink?
Name's Tyree. A $50 reward.
- Right tidy sum.
- Tyree. Nobody here by that name.
Sergeant, be taking the marshals
and give them a wee drop of comfort.
- Who's gonna pay for that liquor?
- The sergeant'll pay for it.
Horse thieves we don't have here.
But horsemen I'll make of yous yet.
Yo.
Anyone else like to try the jumps after
the manner of the ancient Romans?
Yes, sir. I would.
Get it done, Johnny Reb.
Get up on them!
You'll get busted for this, Quincannon.
Get your hat. You all right, boy?
Yeah.
Now cover them well
and cool them off, men.
In six months, we'll have
the finest drill team in the world.
Come here.
Break it up!
Break it up!
Break it up, I tell you.
Let 'em fight.
Now, what started this fight?
- I refuse to answer, sir.
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