I suppose I will be the one to say something.
She's your daughter now.
I know.
Relax. You can't see everything coming.
Stop it. Quit your playing.
Stands With A Fist.
You will mourn no more.
Turn around.
You look good.
You know, the man she mourned for...
he was my best friend.
I didn't know that.
He was a good man.
It has been hard for me to like you.
I am not the thinker. Kicking Bird is.
I always feel anger first.
There were no answers to my questions.
But now I think he went away because you were coming.
That is how I see it.
[Chanting]
This is a good day for me.
And for me.
If you want this man, take his hand in yours.
I had never been married before.
I don't know if all grooms have the same experience,
but as Kicking Bird spoke about
what was expected of a Sioux husband,
my mind began to shut out everything but her--
the details of her costume, the contours of her shape,
the light in her eyes,
the smallness of her feet.
I knew that the love between us would be served.
Have you heard all that I have said?
Yes.
Good. Then take her inside.
She is your wife.
Oh, good.
Thank you.
Bye.
[Ululating]
[Chanting]
It's good to be out.
Yes, it must be.
We are trying for a baby.
No waiting?
No waiting.
I was just thinking that of all the trails in this life...
there is one that matters most.
It is the trail of a true human being.
I think you are on this trail, and it is good to see.
We call you the Busy Bee.
[Speaking Lakota]
You always ask about the white people.
You always want to know how many more are coming.
There will be a lot, my friend.
More than can be counted.
How many?
Like the stars.
[Speaking Lakota]
It makes me afraid for all the Sioux.
We should tell this to Ten Bears.
The men who wore this came...
in the time of my Grandfather's Grandfather.
Eventually we drove them out.
Then the Mexicans came. They do not come here anymore.
In my own time, the Texans.
They have been like all the others.
They take without asking.
I don't know if we are ready for these people.
But I think you are right. I think they will keep coming.
When I think of that, I look at this helmet.
Our country is all that we have, and we will fight to keep it.
Tomorrow we will strike the village...
and go to the winter camp.
You have everything from the soldier fort?
Yes.
There's nothing for me there.
That's good.
The journal.
Stands With--Wait!
It was important.
The words in the book
are like a trail for people to follow.
It tells everything about my life here.
I must get it.
Enough. We cannot wait for you.
I'll catch up.
Injun!
Get him!
No!
Stay down. Stay.
Oh, God.
Oh, my God.
It's O.K.
Oh.
Something has happened.
Dances With Wolves is not coming.
He must have trouble.
Pick two good men and send them back to the soldier fort.
Spivey.
Yes, Sergeant.
Tell the major he's waking up.
Move your worthless ass.
You got yourself a hell of a shiner,
didn't you?
Major's coming through.
Well, does he speak English?
I don't know, sir.
Speak English?
Talk English?
Talk!
I speak English.
Who are you?
Lieutenant John J. Dunbar. This is my post.
Why are you dressed like this?
I came out from Fort Hayes last April,
but there was nobody here.
Do you have proof of that?
My journal's on the bunk in my quarters.
My orders are in the journal.
It will tell you everything.
Spivey, you and Edwards were the first ones here.
Did you find a journal?
No, we didn't find nothing.
Where's Edwards?
He's outside.
Hey, he didn't find nothing either.
Ha ha ha.
You turned Injun, didn't you?
Didn't you?
He's a white man.
They say he's a soldier.
He's an officer.
Do you salute him or shoot him?
[Laughter]
Here, you. Eyes front.
I said eyes front!
Don't shoot him! Hit him!
Get him!
Why are you out of uniform?
What's the Army doing here?
Hey!
Lieutenant's asking the questions.
Bauer.
We're charged with apprehending--
We're charged with apprehending hostiles
and recovering stolen property,
retrieving white captives
taken in hostile raidings.
There are no hostiles.
We will ascertain that.
If you'll guide us to these camps and interpret,
your conduct will be re-evaluated.
What conduct?
Your status as a traitor might improve
should you choose
to cooperate with the United States Army.
There's nothing for you to do out here.
Are you willing to cooperate or not?
Well, speak up!
I am Dances With Wolves.
What's that?
I have nothing to say to you.
You are not worth talking to.
Sergeant, form a detail
and take this man down to the river.
Let him clean up his face.
Yes, sir.
Not you, Spivey.
Hey, Spivey.
You got paper?
What's it to you?
Give me some, shit-bird.
Can you read?
No, I can't read. You can't read either.
Now just give me some.
Quick, give me some!
All right. Hold your horses.
[Laughs]
Bauer!
Hey, let go of me!
Lap it up, Injun.
Go ahead. Lap it up.
You son of a bitch!
Hey, hey, hey! Hey!
It's all right.
He's going to get hungrier, that's all.
But maybe that don't matter.
Word is they're going to ship you back to Hayes.
And once you get there,
they're going to hang you.
[Laughs]
Come on. Forget about him.
Go on. Get out of here.
Hyah!
Hyah! Get up in there!
[Whistles]
Hyah!
Get up in there!
Hyah!
Hey, Spivey, what is that?
Looks like he's following us.
Hell, I'm going to shoot him.
[Gunshot]
Dang. You missed him.
Don't shoot.
It's my shot.
Look at that stupid bastard.
He ain't even moving.
Wait a minute. That's my shot.
Shoot him!
[Gunshot]
He's standing there.
Shoot him!
[Gunshot]
Aah!
- Jesus Christ! - Holy shit!
Bauer! Aah!
Bauer, get him off him!
He might have killed you.
[Gunshot]
I'll get that son of a bitch.
[Gunshot]
You missed him.
Sit down, God damn it!
[Yelps]
That's it. I got him!
I got him!
Dead shot, boys. Come on.
Son of a bitch!
Spivey!
Get up!
What are you doing? Edwards!
Get up!
I mean it! Get up!
Spivey!
Get up!
Spivey!
You bash that prisoner again,
I'll put those shackles on you.
You men get back here!
Now!
God damn it!
Get down here.
Boom.
Clear behind that stand of trees?
Hey!
All right. Let's go.
[Spivey] I don't see nobody.
Indians!
[Whooping]
Aah!
Bauer!
[Shouting]
[Whooping]
Dances With Wolves is quiet these days.
Is his heart bad?
Killing the soldiers at the river...
was a good thing.
I did not mind killing those men. I was glad to do it.
But the soldiers hate me now, like they hate no other.
They think I am a traitor.
And they will hunt for me.
And when they find me, they find you.
I think it would be wise to move the village now.
I will be leaving.
I must go and talk with those who would listen.
[Arguing In Lakota]
Quiet. You are hurting my ears.
Leave us alone.
You are the only white man I have ever known.
I have thought about you a lot. More than you know.
But I think you are wrong.
The man the soldiers are looking for no longer exists.
Now there is only a Sioux named Dances With Wolves.
Let's smoke a while.
With Ten Bears, it was always more than a while.
There was purpose in everything he did.
He wanted me to stay.
But I was sure of myself.
I would be an excuse
for the Army to find this place.
I pushed him to move the camp,
but he only talked of simple pleasures.
He reminded me that at his age
a good fire is better than anything.
Ten Bears was an extraordinary man.
You have nothing to say?
What can I tell you?
What's ever on your mind.
You've made the decision.
My place is with you.
I go where you go.
You're not afraid?
No.
I told Ten Bears we'd leave when the snow breaks.
Did you tell everyone?
Not everyone.
It's all right.
You, uh... finish your pipe?
Ah.
Good pipe.
How, uh... does it smoke?
I've never smoked it.
We come far, you and me.
I will not forget you.
Dances With Wolves.
I am Wind In His Hair.
Do you see that I am your friend?
Can you see that you will always be my friend?
[Shouting In Lakota]
Sergeant! Over here! Now!
[Howling]