Less than a century ago, the far west was still a land which was unknown.
It attracted all kinds of men... pioneers seeking a new home,
adventurers seeking excitement and gold.
But the west also attracted the outcasts of society...
criminals chased by the forces of law and order, bandits, killers, tramps.
And then there were those who fought for the cause of justice.
Such a man was Charles May, known as Old Shatterhand,
the hunter and traveller.
His friend and blood brother was Winnetou, Chief of the Apaches.
We follow them through the valleys and the mountains and live with them
the adventure of a desperate struggle for the possession of fabulous wealth.
There he is. Alright. Let's go.
Hands up! Alright! Come on, men!
Good work, Carlo! Good work!
Hey! Give me a shot of whisky!
Have a seat and a drink.
Ladies and gents, here is the newest discovery of medical science.
Aqua Salamandra!
Heals the sick, fortifies the weak and relieves the aching heart.
I mean every word of what I said. And not just because he's my father,
but because it's true. Yes, I'll tell you, there's not a better,
not a more honest man alive than father. Let's have another drink on that, boys.
Can you stand another one? Alright. Bottoms up!
Oh, it's really hot today! There's something in the air,
my scalp's itching... yeah, well, the rest of it.
I'll open the window.
Now, why, what's this? A stranger's coming.
Seems to be a greenhorn.
Whisky! - No more credit today. Out!
Now, why are you so mean? - Out, I said!
But...
Don't ever go into the bright sun without a hat, my friend.
Are you hurt, Mister? - I don't think so.
I've got a really fine medicine. - No, thank you, I'm fine, it's just...
My horse is a little too tall for me.
I could fall in love with him.
Oh, thank you, sir.
Anything wrong with my rum, huh? - No, no.
It's just that I like coughing. - Well... May I ask you something?
Whom or what are you looking for?
For the Papilio Polymnestor Parinda. - Never saw this man.
How does he look like? - He's of medium height with red wings.
Sometimes, he's blue, too. But that's not really the rare species.
The butterfly, I'm collecting butterflies, you know?
I didn't mean to hit you, but the bottle over there.
But the rifle was shaking, Mister. - Oh, I see, now, that's different.
I thought it was as joke. - Well, you'll be surprised when...
Tell us, Fred, what's going to happen when your father gets back?
I bet you'd like to find out, wouldn't you?
Rich! Really rich!
My father.
Yes, sir! Now, let's have another drink!
Let's drink to my father. - Down the hatch!
And there's something else. But that's still a secret
until my father gets back with the stage coach from Salt Lake City.
What do you want from me, Mister? - I am Professor Jefferson Hartley.
Doctor and veterinary by profession.
I'm healthy and so is my horse, so you won't do any business with us.
Did I mention the Aqua Chimbarosso Amore? Three drops of this
will make any girl wild with love for you. Absolutely guaranteed, Mister!
Only three dollars for the whole bottle.
But if I have to buy your mixture in order to make a girl love me, Doc...
Well, that would be too bad, wouldn't it? - Hey! Here comes the stage coach!
How come there ain't no driver?
Hey!
Father!
He's dead!
Murdered!
I'll find your murderer, father.
Five horses, one without a rider. They came from that way.
And here they left the horses. Their tracks lead to the road.
Why'd they leave the horses behind?
Here, some footprints go this way. The others come down that way.
You follow them.
Here white men made the ambush. - They were waiting for the stage coach.
Here are more tracks. They dragged something.
There was no battle. They were shot in the back.
They didn't have a chance. It was cold-blooded murder.
Outlaws. - The third man was stabbed,
but he got away. - Then he stayed in the wagon.
None of the horses had two riders.
One of the murdered men was named Engel. - Probably the man who escaped.
So, what do we do now?
My brother, we'll ride to Tulsa. We follow the tracks of the bandits.
But I'm telling you, there was only 50 dollars in the cash box.
And the passenger list shows that there were only two men travellers on the coach.
The late Mr Engel, and the other... a certain Brown,
who's now vanished. - Every other criminal's name is Brown.
The bandits weren't after money this time. - What else but money could they be after?
Maybe Easter eggs!
Fred, what's the matter? - Where's he going?
Don't make a move! - That's not a very friendly greeting.
Murderer!
You should think twice before you start shooting! Go on!
You old son of a gun! I never expected to see you here!
There's the murderer! Let's string him up! - Hold on! Haven't you got eyes enough
to see that this is no tramp? Why, look at that horse and those two rifles.
If that isn't the bear-killer and his hunting gun,
I'll eat my own scalp with corn syrup for breakfast!
I welcome you on our earth, what other man could that be worth?
You always give a helping hand, and you are called Old Shatterhand.
Yes, that's him. - Are you looking for the tramp gang?
Yes. They murdered Fred Engel's father. - On the road to Tulsa!
I'm sorry, my friend. We'll talk about it when we get there.
I'm going on to find my father's murderer.
Winnetou is on their trail now.
I'm not going to stick with him any longer and neither are my men.
Shut up!
Johansson, Knox, come here!
What was all that about? - Woodward was complaining again
on account of the raid on the stage coach. He didn't get any of the money.
And by the way, you wanted to talk to us. Why did we attack the stage coach?
Come inside.
Close the door.
I've got important things to tell you. But you must keep your mouth shut, ok?
Yes, sir. - Ah, you can trust us.
Have you men ever heard a treasure supposed to be hidden near Silver Lake?
But it's nothing but idle gossip. - Yeah? Gossip, huh?
Well, Doc Hartley in Tulsa picked up that a certain Engel got hold of a map.
Hartley claims that Engel's map shows where this treasure is.
And the wind up of this whole story is what you saw when we ambushed the coach.
Engel? So, Engel was the man on the stage coach, huh?
We fixed him, once and for all. - And the map?
Well, here's one half of it, anyhow. - Where's the other half of the map?
That we don't know yet. Engel had a son. And this son of his probably knows
where the second half is hidden. - And where's Engel's son?
Doc Hartley is on his trail. The Doc will prescribe the right medicine.
Well, let's drink to the Doc's success. - Where do you keep your liquor?
Up in the loft.
Engel went to Salt Lake City to find out
if he could establish his claim... - What's wrong?
There's someone up there! - Hilton! This way!
Let me go!
Colonel, I've got him! I've got him!
Quick, Colonel!
Light the lamps! Quick! Quick!
It's the Colonel. Come on!
What is it, Colonel? - A spy.
Who is he?
That's Burns! - And where is the spy?
He must have jumped through the window! - Get your guns, men!
Search the camp. He can't be far away. Block off the road to the woods!
Don't you think it's too late for that? - Go on!
Knox, make a complete search! We've got to find that man. - Come on!
Hear the words of Winnetou, Chief of the Apaches!
Pale faces who dare to break peace treaty will die!
One, two, three, go!
Come on, Teddy. Yeah, that's good.
Hurry! Yeah, just one more time.
He was the best hunting dog between Tulsa and Wichita. In the last few months
he can't even smell out a dead rat! - What he needs is Aqua Salamandra!
Ten drops in his food, and he'll smell out the rat
before the critter is born! - No... Alright. Have it your way.
24... 25...
Damn flies!
Hey! Aqua Salamandra! Where do you think you're going?
Upstairs, to see about doing some business selling my cure!
The boys don't want to be disturbed! - I see. I didn't know that, friend.
Oh then, I see if I can do some business with the postmaster. - Be careful.
His wife's as ugly and as mean as before, in spite of your drops!
When the old Indian Chief passed away, he gave father the map.
Father made an agreement with Patterson to set out and look for the treasure.
Then my father went to Salt Lake City to establish
his claim to the land and then...
They can't do anything with the map. My father foresaw everything.
He tore the map in half. He gave the other half to Patterson.
And where is he now? - He's waiting at Butler's farm,
where he was to meet my father.
Get away from the window until he goes away!
I wounded him in the left shoulder. He won't be coming back,
if I ain't mistaken. - You are mistaken, Sam.
Now the tramps know exactly where the map is. We must get the map
from Patterson before they do. - I don't want the treasure anymore now.
You can have it... if you'll help me find my father's killer.
No, my friend. You can't buy me.
However, for the sake of justice,
I'll help you. - Thank you.
We must get to the farm before they do.
What's all the fuss about? - You'll soon find out.
On your feet! Here comes the Colonel!
Here we go again. Why can't they let us sleep? - Up!
On your feet, I said! - Alright! Everybody up! Come on!
Our friend got wind of something in Tulsa last night.
It's our big chance. Butler's farm. Arrive there today.
What for? - Money, lots of provisions, cattle...
All the things we can make good use of. - You said it! We sure can!
Alright, men! We'll ride there at once.
Hold on! We'll have a lot of wounded. That farm is fortified!
Have you got something to say? - Yeah! I'm against it. Is that clear?
Woodward's against it! - Why don't we ride to Eldoro,
so we can join up with Shyler's men.
You refuse to obey? Is that it? - That's right.
Step forward.
Woodward! Now I'll count up to three! One...
And I'm not the only one! There are many of us... - Two...
Brent and Dickie and the two Johanossons... - Three!
Anyone else have something to say?
Saddle your horses! We're riding to Butler's farm!
Let's go! Brent, Dickie, Johannoson, you'll take orders from me from now on!
Faster! - Why? We're almost there already.
The tramps are coming. They're trying to head us off!
They're the riders ofTulsa! Old Shatterhand and Engel! - Faster!
Open the gate! Let them in!
The cattle into the stable! - Bring out the basket for the ammunition!
Fire!
Back! Back!
Follow me!
Post guards! You! Come with me!
Welcome to Butler's farm! - Pleased to meet you.
I've been waiting for to meet a couple of "honest-to-goodness" men.
You're Mr Hawkens, if I'm not mistaken?
And this great hero in front of me is Gunstick Uncle, poet of the prairie.
A beautiful lady's praise makes joy in my heart to raise.
Then I'll go without a hero's pride... ...and for today you'll stop to write.
Fred, that was a close shave, wasn't it? Say, where's your father?
He's dead. - What?
He was murdered on the way to Tulsa. - Fred!
It was all on account of that map. Where's Ellen?
She rode out this morning with her father to Blackbear River. They went fishing.
They should be back.
Good heavens!
Tramps! Bandits! Let's go!
Halt! Where are you going? Who are you?
My name's Patterson. This is my daughter here.
Well, we've got two of them! - That will save us a lot of trouble.
Go find the Colonel. - What is all this?
Shut your mouth until you're spoken to! - They captured them.
What will they do with them? - Hold them for ransom.
Alright. Hold it!
What do you want? You waste your time. I'm not carrying any money.
Where's the map? - I don't know what you're referring to.
Here. Did you ever see this? - Where did you find that map?
I ask the questions! - What have you done to Engel?
You murderers! - No, don't! Father!
Where is the rest of the map, Patterson?
Tell him, father! Tell him where! - Be quiet, Ellen!
There's some good advice for you.
Well? Ready to talk? - Father!
Lay him on the ground!
No. The map is at Butler's farm.
Mrs Butler? Give me the map. - The map?
Yes. That's what the Colonel is after. He can have it
if he frees Ellen and Mr Patterson. - No. The only way to save their lives
is by keeping the map. - No. This treasure has already caused
too much unhappiness! - Wait a minute. There's a rider coming.
Let me see.
The man is carrying a flag of truce. For what I can see, he's alone.
Maybe he only wants to dry his shirt here.
What do you want? - I'm bringing a message from my boss.
What does he want from us? - The other half of the map,
feed for the horses and 5,000 dollars. If you meet our conditions,
we'll turn over the prisoners and ride away. - And what if we don't?
We'll burn down the farm. The prisoners will be strung up with everybody here!
So, what's your answer? - I can't make the decision alone.
We have to have time to talk it over. - Yeah? For how long?
One hour.
What will they do with us, father? - Now, Ellen, you mustn't be so upset.
Mrs Butler will give them the map, and then we will both be released.
I don't want anyone to come near them. No one is to speak to them. Understand?
Yes, sir! - If they try to escape, shoot to kill.
One hour to think it over. Nice friends you've got.
There's only one solution. We must attack their camp and try to free them.
That would be senseless. - At least it's better than to do nothing.
Not always. - We can't just sit around.
What else can we do? You mustn't forget, the tramps see every move we make.
No, they don't.
What do you mean by that? - I'll show you.
Here's the water. Stretch out your arm.
My husband decided we should have a secret escape passage in case of emergency.
The entrance is just about a foot above the water level. Of course,
it depends on the rainfall. - And where does it lead to?
Over in a clump of bushes. Nearby where they're camping. - Thanks.
Good luck, Fred.
See anything? - Nothing. It's all quiet over there.
She's all ready now. - Okay. Tie it up!
We need those blankets. - Roll it over here!
Come on! Come on!
Leave it here. - Hey, that's it!
Make another, just like that one.
Is your powder drying? - Yes. But we need much more.
He's a sly old fox, our Colonel! I wonder what he's got up his sleeve now.
I can't understand, father, why Mrs Butler needs time to think.
Quiet! You're not allowed to talk!
Half a map is worthless. Why keep us waiting?
It's more than I can understand.
Well? Can you see them? - No.
They must be there by now! - Yeah, but they ain't. Look for yourself.
Halt! What do you want? - Want to get a look at a pretty girl!
I ought to be allowed in a free country. - No! Colonel gave us specific orders!
If they discover us, you take the man on the right. I'll handle the guard.
Get back, or I'll shoot! - I'm going. You're all out of your minds!
Don't move!
Gimme some. - What was it?
Nothing. Gimme some! - But there was something.
Now, look at him.
Watch out, boy, don't stumble. - But, gentlemen, he's gone now!
Get out of here, quick! - I'm serving science. What do you do?
Get out of here, I said! - Do you mean to threaten me?
I count to three! As you like: One, two, three.
Now, what, another hat is busted! Your manners are absolutely scandalous.
Well, I'll give way the sheer force. Come on, Herakles, let's go.
The hour's up. Bring the prisoners.
And? Do you see something, Mrs Butler? - No. Nothing.
My God! Ifthey get caught... - No, this time they'll come out on top,
if I ain't mistaken.
Where are they? Where? Where? Where?
Get everything ready for the attack.
Thank you.
I thank you. - That was really a last minute rescue.
They'll attack any minute, if I ain't mistaken. I can smell it.
Once these villains are here, we will shift into top gear.
Everyone of them will get a turn and will be sent to hell, to burn.
They're going to set us on fire! - Fill the buckets with water!
Quickly! - Hurry! Come on!
The roof's burning! The ladder, quickly! - Bring the water here!
Jimmy, look out! - More water! More water!
It's burning here, too!
Charge!
Follow me!
Here's the gate. Come on! All together!
Fred! They're battering down the gate! Fred!
Come on!
Colonel! The Indians are coming, look! Colonel!
The Red Skins! Indians are coming! Run for your lives!
You're one hell of a woman, Mrs Butler! - Yes. And you're an old slaughterer!
My brother! - The Osages are our friends.
Colonel!
This way! Come on! You take this horse.
Ellen!
It's Fred! Fred's coming back!
We are grateful to the brave Chief of the Osages.
The Colonel got away.
If Silver Lake is really in the hunting territory of the Utah,
then this map is accurate on that point. The Indian sign language on the left
shows a buffalo licking a block of white stone.
That is a symbol in the Indian language for salt water.
Then that must be the great salt lake. Here...
the sun shows the direction, due West. Here there's a path...
leading to the falls through Ghost Canyon.
Then it goes on to Silver Lake. According to the indications we have here,
the lake is surrounded by steep cliffs. And in two places by terraced...
rock barriers, over which waterfalls descend into the lake.
The silver green of the falls gives the lake its name.
It has nothing to do with the treasure? As far as I'm able to judge,
there's only one way to get to the lake, here, on the North-West side.
Through the cleft in the rock.
We're on the right track.
The map shows a cave above the lake. - Yes. And the treasure is hidden there.
The old Indian Chief was right. The treasure only brings us misfortune.
It was a miracle you weren't killed like my father was.
I can sympathise with you, Fred. When I think that your father
was so simple... - I used to believe in fairy tales once,
that the good got rewarded and the bad were punished. It doesn't work like that.
And it's the decent ones who suffer. - Don't talk like that. It's not true.
That's just how it is. But this time, I promise you, it will be different.
I'll get my father's killer if I have to pay with my life.
With my own two hands I'll... - Stop it, Fred. Please stop it.
I can understand your feelings and I know how dreadful it must be for you. But...
I simply can't resign myself to it. Please try to understand.
Ellen.
I'm frightened for you, Fred. You seem so bitter and resentful.
There's so much hate and no place in your heart for...
Yes, Ellen. There is for you.
Yes. My daughter Ellen will come with me. It was the wish of Erik Engel and mine
to go and seek the treasure. - And to find it, if I ain't mistaken!
And to tell you the truth, I'd feel bad if we were forced to change our idea.
I've promised to help Fred avenge his father's death. And so,
I think we'll ride along together. - I understand.
You think the Colonel is after us? - That's right. Winnetou knows the Utah's
hunting grounds. He'll show us the way. - Yes. And of course,
old Sam Hawkens will go, too. - Yes, siree.
A young man is always needed.
I won't stay here alone, I'll, too, get a move on,
the treasure I'm going to find, now you know what's on my mind.
Halt! We'll camp here. - Dismount.
Colonel, look, a more miserable lot, I've never set eyes on.
Without the map we can't find the Silver Lake in any case.
Don't be so impatient. Shyler is bringing sixty men to Eldoro.
Hartley's gone ahead, he'll wait for us. - In the meantime,
Patterson reaches the treasure before us. We must prevent them one way or another!
And we will.
Come, my little sweetheart! Uncle won't hurt you! Now, be nice.
Wretched insect! Will you wait a second! Naughty little beast! Just...
Now, stop that laughing! A man may catch a Papilio Polymnestor Parinda...
at most only once in a lifetime. - But if you value your life,
I advise you to be more careful. There are a lot of killers around here.
Oh, I've got a marvellous horse and a good rifle. Oh, by the way,
my name is Karl Heinz Leopold Ulrich Duke of Glockenspiel. - How do you do?
Pleased to meet you.
Sam Hawkens, Duke ofWhisky and Soda.
And this is Old Shatterhand and Winnetou, Chief of the Apache.
Oh, I've heard of you in Vienna. Old Shatterhand and Winnetou,
the hunting gun and the silver musket. - Say, look here, Duke...
would you let us see that horse of yours and get a look at the pop gun rifle?
I'd be delighted.
Well, can you ride that lag? - Well, it is two sizes too big for me.
You mean to tell us you can really shoot?
I didn't mean just shooting it off in the air like that... bang!
I mean shoot and hit. - You must not be impatient.
Good shooting!
Now, see, he hit the bird. That's great, to say it in a word.
This greenhorn really deserves respect instead of spiteful laughing at.
I appreciate that. You're very kind. - For your own sake it would be better
if you came along with us. - Thank you. A great honour!
Halt! - What's all that smoke?
Must be a campfire. - No. This smoke is the smoke of death.
I think you'd better stay behind, Ellen.
More than ten men attacked the village.
That was the Colonel and his band of men.
They murdered all women and all children. - There are no warriors among the dead.
All the men are out hunting buffalo.
Ellen! Ellen!
Come back, Fred!
Enok batan Pokai Mu! It wasn't us! We didn't destroy your village!
Look out!
I'm quite sure we know each other.
Aim for the horses!
Schi nek enokh!
Ak scha!
We're friends... friends of the Indians!
Where's Ellen?
The shots came from there. And the tracks go off straight ahead.
What is it?
Bring the map to Eldoro. If you don't, Miss Patterson will pay for it.
We must go immediately! - No. Hold on a minute.
Eldoro is the headquarters of all the tramps in the Midwest. We don't know
how many men they have there now. - It doesn't matter! We must free her!
Well, there's one possibility. Do you know the map by heart? - Yes.
Do you think you could find your way to Silver Lake without it? Give it to me.
You, too. We'll go ahead to Silver Lake. Winnetou will keep an eye on the Colonel,
while Fred rides to Eldoro. Listen carefully, here's the plan.
Hello, Colonel.
I'm getting tired of waiting around. - Lock her up in the church.
How come she's here? Where did you run into her?
Never mind about that. I'll explain later. Have you heard from Shyler yet?
He's in Las Animas, and he can't meet us here before the beginning of the week.
Then we'll manage without him. The less there are in this, the better.
Alright, men, listen! We must leave here today or tomorrow morning at the latest.
We need some rest. - I can't stand it anymore.
You will be, though, when you find out where we're going.
It's a big job, and I absolutely need every single one of you.
What big job could that be? - We need a few days off!
Have any of you ever heard of a treasure that's supposed to be at Silver Lake?
Sure we did. Yes, of course! - Our objective is to find it.
Are you with me? - Yeah! We are!
Alert! Alert!
You fool! That's the man I've been waiting for.
Well? - I propose an exchange.
The treasure against the girl. - That would be a poor exchange for me.
I have them both now. Search him.
I haven't the map anymore. Both halves were with Patterson
when we were attacked by Indians. I'm the only one who escaped.
You won't escape this time. When you decide to tell the truth,
let me know. Lock him up. - Let me go!
Let me go! You don't need the map now.
I know the way. I'll show you the way to Silver Lake.
But I demand that Miss Patterson be set free.
Alright. We'll ride in one hour.
Where's Miss Patterson? - Take him to her.
One thing more. If any of your friends should show up, then...
I understand.
Search the area around the camp. - Alright! On your horses!
Don't worry. The Colonel can only take his own men along. Your father and Shatterhand
can handle them easily. - But we're hostages, Fred!
Old Shatterhand will trap them. So, he must reach Silver Lake before us.
We must do everything possible to delay the Colonel.
Old Shatterhand is taking a short cut through the land of the Utah tribe.
I can't go on! - Halt!
What is it now? - Miss Patterson needs a few hours rest.
Nonsense! Her Ladyship can rest after we've arrived at Silver Lake.
Ride ahead if you like. At the next tree you won't even know which way to turn.
We'll stop here.
Halt!
We'll camp here for tonight.
Unsaddle the horses and build a fire. Meanwhile, I'll go and take a look around.
Everybody up! We're surrounded by Indians. The woods are full of Utah warriors.
Take to the rocks! Take your guns with you!
Down, everybody!
Pale faces are surrounded by Utah braves. Surrender!
Why do the Utah should attack us? - You destroyed a village.
Killed women and children. - That's not true!
We're sorry, but it wasn't us who burned your village to the ground.
Aravatea!
Here stands Ovuts Avat, Big Wolf, Chief of the Utah.
And I say you are lying! - And here stands Old Shatterhand,
whom you call Pokai Mu. I've never lied in my life! - Pokai Mu?
None of us has ever harmed the Utahs. - Then who killed Little Bear?
Nobody. He's sleeping. My fist hit him. He tried to kill one of my friends.
Little Bear is not dead. He's only sleeping.
Why did you shoot at us yesterday? - We had to defend ourselves.
Your warriors attacked us, even though we're friends of the Utahs.
If what you say is true, come with us and be judged by the tribal council.
As friends? - As prisoners!
No! We'd rather fight.
Then you choose death! - Perhaps.
But many of your braves will be killed, too. Think of my magic rifle.
Do you agree to accept judgement of the tribal council?
Alright. If you promise to treat us as guests. And we keep our weapons.
All the time we gained will now be wasted. - I give my sacred word.
I have spoken.
Ovuts Avaht tenka akh scha! Ovuts Avaht tenka ekena to nakh sin!
Ekena to nakh sin!
Wait here.
Remember... Whatever happens, we'll keep the horses with us.
I hope these boys have had breakfast.
Come forward!
Pale faces will stay here until the golden midday sun is high in the sky
and the elders will judge. The horses... - The horses will stay with us.
You think of escaping, huh? - No, we don't. But we are guests.
Not your prisoners. Don't forget that, Big Wolf.
Otherwise, my magic stick will speak. Watch this.
Do I make myself clear, Chief? - You promised that you would agree
to the judgement of our council. - We don't have any time. We must go on!
When the shadow of the post reaches the last, judgement will be spoken.
We've lost two hours already!
Come on out, Duke. - What's all that noise? Are they angry?
Yeah. The question is, at whom?
The pow-wow is over. - I should hope so.
They're going to let Big Wolf carry out the judgement.
Carry out judgement? That sounds a bit nasty, to say the least. - Quiet!
Medicine man's coming with the Chief. - I'm quite healthy!
The council says, pale faces shed blood of our women and of our children.
We dig up tomahawk of war, and we have sworn to kill every pale face
who falls into our hands. But you will be given a chance
to fight for your life. Not all, only the bravest, Old Shatterhand.
If I win, my friends will be freed, too. - Yes. But you won't win...
for I am your opponent, Big Wolf. - What are the weapons?
Tomahawk and knife. - That's not fair. Why not ask him
to fight against me at the billiard table?
The pale face had better hold his tongue. - I accept. When do we fight?
Right now.
I bet that the guy has an evil trick in mind.
Now, you try it. - Alright.
But let's not just leave it lying there.
It might get in our way when we fight.
Big Wolf has the strength and courage of a rabbit!
When your scalp hangs from my belt, everyone will say
you died coward's death! - I'm tired of chasing an old woman.
If you're so brave, why don't you stand still for a change?
Well? Who is the winner?
His scalp belongs to me. But I don't want it.
I am a friend of the red men.
He's not dead. I give you his life.
Huga amon onk Pokai Mu.
Winnetou! - My brother!
Tell us about Ellen and Fred. How is my daughter?
Good. The Colonel accepted offer. They all go to Silver Lake
with Ellen and Fred as hostages. - We've no time to lose.
I passed near the village of the Utahs. The braves have set out.
They follow after you. Come, my brother.
If we don't make it to the lake before the Colonel, Fred and Ellen will die.
Look. There they are.
There are thirty braves on our trail. Rolling Thunder is leading them.
So, Big Wolf broke his word, huh? - No. Big Wolf was still asleep
when braves started on your trail. Utahs were persuaded to break their word
by Rolling Thunder... trouble maker. - The map said the path...
It's near the waterfall. Through Ghost Canyon, then to Silver Lake.
The canyon can't be far away. - And the Utahs follow us.
That's where to attack. - Six men with rifles.
Who'll act as bait? - Winnetou.
Hey! Follow me!
This way!
Halt!
We rode by these hills yesterday morning. We're going around in circles.
We should have turned to the left. The map shows there's a turn
at the waterfall, but doesn't specify left or right.
Turn left.
Where are we, Fred? - At the entrance to the Ghost Canyon.
An Indian treck passes through. Tomorrow we'll be at the lake.
Fred? - Yes?
Is there another way to the Silver Lake? - No.
But if Old Shatterhand is ahead, we should have seen his tracks.
Maybe they passed through days before us.
Besides, I'm sure they covered their tracks.
Calm down now and try to sleep, will you? - Yes.
The Utahs are coming. Only Rolling Thunder has a gun.
I've picked up the Colonel's trail. He camped here only this morning.
We haven't got a minute to lose. - Have you told the others?
Yes. They're blocking off the other end of the canyon.
The Utahs are old women! They follow Rolling Thunder who is a liar!
Throw away your weapons! Otherwise my magic stick will speak!
There is no other way out of the canyon. Surrender,
and you will return alive to your village. - Why does Chief ofApaches
hide from his brothers? Winnetou is our friend. - Here I am.
Big Wolf has punished traitor! Onk dak helon Ovuts Avaht!
Big Wolf has kept his word. He begs for Pokai Mu
to spare Utah warriors. Now we bury the war hatchet between Utahs
and the friends of Pokai Mu!
We're there! Silver Lake!
Dismount, men!
Where do we go from here?
Well? I'm waiting!
The path should lead to a cleft in the rock somewhere over there.
Come on!
Halt! No one goes before me. Every man gets his share,
and how much is up to me! The prisoners come along, too.
Greg and Gonzales, you stay with the horses. - Why me?
You two stay behind! You will all get your share.
Alright. Now, where's the treasure? Where?
You promised you'd set us free if I told you where it was.
Talk, or she'll pay with her life. I'll count up to three. One,
two...
On the map, the hiding place of the treasure was shown
by a little black circle on the far shore of the lake.
Yes, and what else?
We ought to see a hole or a cave in the face of the rock.
That's where the treasure's supposed to be hidden.
Chop down some trees. We'll build a raft.
Hey there! Hey! Look out!
Let her go! - We've got it. Alright, watch it!
You've got it now!
Yeah, we've got her. Alright.
Ellen... please don't worry, Ellen. I'll try to get to the water.
My hands are tied with leather thongs. And leather stretches when it's wet.
Act like you are going to take a drink.
Hey, what are you doing? - Taking a drink. You can see, can't you?
Well, don't do it again.
I can't see why we both have to stay. One will be enough.
I'm going to the lake. - Hey! Oh, no, you're not.
Alright. Let's draw lots. - Alright with me.
There. Set her down.
Alright. That's it. Set her there.
Come on!
Don't make a move!
Think you're pulling a fast one, don't you?
Fred! - Get up!
Tie them up good and tight, eh?
I'm going with Hilton, Knox and Hartley to the cave. If I don't get back
three hours from now, you can hang him. I don't care what you do with her.
Can't you go any faster? Come on!
I am the friend of all Indians.
The Chief has kept his word.
I need your help. Not for myself,
but against the white men who attacked and murdered your women and children.
These men are bad, and they are many.
But with your help, we'll give them the punishment they deserve.
I have spoken.
There! We land there.
Well? Who are you? - Nintopan hauy.
That is Tonkawa, that means The Big Bear.
Elbakh Scha bakh ome on. - How do you know?
He's guarding the treasure. - Where is the treasure?
Ni akh Omeon? - Where?
Where's the treasure? - Never mind. We'll find it without you!
Gold! Gold! Gold!
Come back!
But Colonel, there's enough here for all of us.
Hello!
Alright, the three hours are up now. Get the noose ready!
Shall we go and look for them? - Hey!Colonel!
Hey, Colonel!
Where's the Colonel? Why isn't he back yet?
Why don't you go over and see? - You've got nothing to say!
Hang him! Get it over with! His girl will see how nice he swings in the breeze.
Let's go!
Fred! Fred! Let him go! He didn't do anything! Let him go!
Come on! String him up! - Hold his arms!
Grab the noose!
Fred! No!
Take the rock away!
Fred! Fred!
Oh! My helmet!
Stop! Stay where you are! Don't move an inch!
Oh, please don't! I have a wife and children!
Papilio Polymnestor Parinda!
Now does Old Shatterhand believe we are his friends?
The Utahs are brave warriors, and Big Wolf is a good Chief.