Is this the last one?
I don't know.
There's no ether, either.
Oh, Jesus Christ.
You there! ls this the last one?
God, what a mess.
At least there's no gangrene.
There will be if it doesn't come off soon.
Well, I can't saw
if I can't keep my eyes open.
I'm sorry.
Let's coffee up.
He can wait a few more minutes.
[indistinct shouting]
Uh...
Ohh...
Come here! Move it!
Uh!
[flies buzzing]
[Sighs]
Uh!
[grunts]
Oh!
Uh!
Oh!
Oh, God!
Ohh...
[grunts]
Aah!
[slow music]
[music continues]
[horses approaching]
Glass.
Is that Tucker's men?
Yes, sir. I think it is.
How long has it been like this?
We found them this morning, sir.
They've been here two days.
[footsteps]
Is that you, Lieutenant?
[gunshot]
Sons of bitches.
Hey, come on. Hey, boy.
- You better take cover. -[gunshot]
I ain't kidding. These boys are shooters.
Come on. Go under cover.
There you go.
[indistinct shouting]
You went to the hospital?
It was no good.
What's going on here?
[chuckles] What's going on here?
That seems to be the question, all right.
See, you could ask the major,
but he don't know.
He's busy.
He's busy trying to figure out
how come the officers' mess run out of peach ice cream.
And, of course, you got the general.
He come up to see the show.
All he knows is there ain't no show.
Now, the major, he's looking at the general.
He's thinking to himself, "I better do something."
You know what that means.
I sure as hell don't want to be
the first one across this field.
They're supposed to be beat up just like us.
Everybody knows Tucker's men are tough as cobs.
So far the only thing killed out here
is three milking cows.
That's about to change.
[gunshot]
[confederate soldier imitates chicken]
You son of a bitch.
Some of the boys are saying
if we ain't gonna fight...
we could just settle this whole business
with a little... high-stakes poker.
[laughs] Wouldn't that be a sight?
A bunch of fellas sitting in the middle of this field...
drawing cards, huh?
What is it, sir?
Looks like a suicide.
Tucker!
[gunshot]
[horse neighing]
[gunshots]
What's he doing?
[gunshot]
[indistinct chatter]
[gunshots continue]
What did you say to him?
I didn't say nothing.
You showed him, Lieutenant!
[cheering]
Way to go, Lieutenant!
[cheering]
Come on back, you son of a bitch!
Come on back! Come on back!
All right by me.
Get over here!
Forgive me, Father.
He's coming again!
Here he comes, boys!
[indistinct shouting]
[guns cocking]
[heroic music]
[muffled gunshots]
Ray!
I got him.
[gunshot]
[shouting]
[intense music]
[gunshots]
[music continues]
[bugle playing]
Don't...
Don't take off my foot.
You rest easy, son. You'll keep your foot.
As God is my judge, you'll keep it.
Bring up my ambulance.
Sir?
Bring my ambulance, and bring my surgeon with it!
We got an officer who's worth something lying here.
[calm music]
The strangeness of this life cannot be measured.
In trying to produce my own death,
I was elevated to the status of a living hero.
I was also awarded Cisco,
the trusty mount that carried me across the field that day,
and on full recovery was given
transfer to any station I desired.
The bloody slaughter continues in the east
as I arrive at Fort Hayes,
a tiny island of men and material
surrounded by a never-ending sea of prairie.
[music continues]
[chickens clucking]
[indistinct chatter]
[music continues]
[indistinct chatter]
- Lieutenant. - Lieutenant.
Lieutenant John J. Dunbar.
Lieutenant John J. Dunbar?
Yes, sir.
"Yes, sir."
Indian fighter, huh?
Excuse me?
Well, it says here you're to be posted on the Frontier.
The Frontier is Indian country.
I quickly deduced that you're an Indian fighter.
I didn't ascend to this position by being stupid.
No, sir.
"No, sir."
It says here that you've been decorated.
Yes, sir.
And they sent you here to be posted?
Actually, sir, I'm here at my own request.
Really?
Why?
I've always wanted to see the Frontier.
Do you want to see the Frontier?
Yes, sir.
Before it's gone.
Such a smart lad, coming straight to me.
[glass clinking]
Sir...Knight.
lam sending you on a knight's errand.
You will report to Captain Cargill
at the furthermost outpost of the realm,
Fort Sedgewick.
My personal seal will assure your safety
through many miles of wild and hostile country.
I was wondering...
Yes?
I was wondering, sir, how will I be getting there?
You think I don't know?
- No, sh". - You think I don't know.
No, sir. It's just that I don't--
Hold your tongue.
I happen to be in a generous mood
and I will grant your boon.
See that peasant out there?
He calls himself Timmons.
He's going to Fort Sedgewick this very afternoon.
You can ride with him, if you like.
He knows the way.
Thank you. That is all.
Sir Knight?
I've just pissed in my pants...
and nobody can do anything about it.
[tapping]
To your journey!
[tapping]
To my journey!
[slow music]
Haw!
Gee over a little bit, Jim!
[indistinct shouting]
The king is dead.
Long live the king.
[gunshot]
Haw a little bit, Jim and Jake!
Haw a little bit, Jim!
Haw a little bit!
Gee a little bit, Jim! Gee a little bit, Jim!
Gee a little bit!
Gee over a little bit!
[calm music]
[music continues]
What you got there?
[laughs]
Somebody back east is saying,
"Why don't he write?"
[Spits]
You stupid bastard.
[insects chirping]
What the hell was that?
What is that?
What the hell is that? [laughs]
What is it?
[coughing]
[spitting]
[passes gas]
Why don't you put that in your book?
[coughing]
Were it not for my companion, I believe I would be having
-the time of my life. - Kill me.
I know he means well but he is quite possibly
the foulest man I have ever met.
[wind blowing]
[snares]
[sniffs]
Get up, Timmons.
Timmons.
Get up.
Come on. Get up.
Get up!
Oh! Ow!
Someone poked me in my butt.
Was that you?
God damn it!
Damn it!
I'm going to have a welt.
[adventurous music]
[music continues]
How come we haven't seen any buffalo?
You can't figure the stinking buffalo.
You can't. Sometimes you won't see any for days.
Other times, they'll be thick,
like curls on a whore.
Ho!
What about Indians?
Indians? Goddamn Indians!
You just as soon not see
unless the bastards are dead.
Nothing but thieves and beggars.
Ho up there!
[calm music]
It's not what you would call
much of a going concern now, is it?
Go down there.
Why? There ain't nothing down there.
Because I said.
Go down there.
Haw!
Hey, there, son of a bitch!
[fly buzzing]
There ain't nothing here, Lieutenant.
Hey!
There ain't nothing here, Lieutenant.
Lieutenant!
Everybody's run off or got killed.
All right.
Let's unload the wagon.
What! What, and leave it all here?
I'm staying, too.
There ain't nothing here, Lieutenant.
No, not at the moment.
We don't know what's happened.
So, so...
things being as they are,
we might as well turn around and get headed back.
This is my post.
"This is my post?"
This is my post.
"This is my post?"
Jesus H. Christ.
What, are you crazy, boy? Lieutenant.
Fast son of a bitch.
- Jesus H. Christ. - This is my post.
Alright, put it down. Put it down.
And these are the post provisions.
Alright, now, get your ass off the wagon...
- Put it down. -...and help me unload.
We're just having a conversation, now, put it down!
[Click]
I'll let them know where you are.
Good.
Good luck, Lieutenant.
Thank you.
Jake and Jim!
[calm music]
Good mule! Good mule!
Haw!
Haw up there now!
Haw! Haw, Jim!
Haw, Jim!
Come on, now!
Get on up in there!
Haw, now! Good mules!
Good mules! Good girl.
[music continues]
Have arrived to find Fort Sedgewick deserted.
Am now waiting for garrison's return
or word from headquarters.
The post is in exceedingly poor condition,
and I have assigned myself clean-up duty
beginning tomorrow.
Supplies are abundant,
and the country is everything I dreamed it would be.
There can be no place like this on earth.
[birds chirping]
[footsteps]
[rustling]
[Sighs]
Bad horse.
[birds chirping]
[rustling]
[intense music]
[calm music]
Haw, Cisco. One more time.
Git up!
Come on! Git up, Cisco.
Git up!
Git up! There you go!
Easy.
[fire crackling]
Only a white man would make a fire for everyone to see.
Maybe there's more than one.
There might be three or four.
I know three or four who will not
be making the trip back home.
We have nothing to show for this trail.
We have no rifles.
White men are sure to have rifles.
It's hard to say how many might be down there.
We should forget this and go home.
Then go.
I would rather die...
than argue about a single line of smoke in my own country.
He will not quit until we are all dead.
And if l...
[whooshing]
Aah!
Uh! Uh!
Aah!
Uhh!
Aah!
[grunts]
Uhh!
Oh, look at me.
Don't...hurt my mules.
Stop it.
Please don't hurt my mules.
Aah!
Whoo!
Whoo-whoo!
[intense music]
[music continues]
Men had been living in these caves, but why?
Were they frightened?
Had there been some sort of revolt?
I can make no sense of the clues left me here.
Perhaps my relief will provide the answers.
[slow music]
[music continues]
It's been almost 30 days.
Still no sign of Captain Cargill's command.
Communication can only take place if I leave,
and I don't want to abandon my post.
Though well-supplied,
I have decided to ration my goods
as if I were part of a post rather than the whole affair.
There's a wolf who seems intent
on the goings on here.
He doesn't seem inclined to be a nuisance, however,
and aside from Cisco, has been my only company.
He has appeared each afternoon for the past two days.
He has milky white socks on both feet.
If he comes calling tomorrow,
I will name him Two Socks.
[singing]
♪ How can I marry a pretty little girl ♪
♪ When I got no cloak to put on? ♪
♪ Oh, soldier, Oh, soldier ♪
♪ Won't you marry me ♪
♪ Before the fight comes home? ♪
♪ How can I marry a pretty little girl ♪
♪ When I got no shoes to put on? ♪
♪ How can I marry a pretty little girl ♪
♪ when I got no hat to put on? ♪
[birds chirping]
♪ Soldier, oh, soldier, won't you marry me ♪
♪ Before the fight comes home? ♪
♪ How can I marry an ugly little girl ♪
♪ When I got a pretty wife back home? ♪
[chuckles]
[dramatic music]
[music continues]
[horse neighing]
[speaking Lakota]
You there!
Yaw.!
Hey!
[breathing heavily]
Have made first contact with a wild Indian.
One came to the fort and tried to steal my horse.
When I appeared, he became frightened and ran off.
Do not know how many more are in the vicinity,
but assume where there is one, there's sure to be another.
Have decided to bury excess ordnance
lest it fall into enemy hands.
My afternoon rides have been pared down
to short circular patrols,
always keeping the fort in sight.
I am still alone, however,
and unless troops arrive soon,
all may be lost.
[thud]
It's been two days now and nothing.
My presence here must have been reported by now.
Have made all the preparations I can think of.
Cannot mount an adequate defense as
lam still alone,
but will try to make a big impression
when they come.
Waiting.
[snoring]
Postscript--
The man I encountered
was a magnificent-looking fellow.
[snoring]
[indistinct chatter]
I do not care for this talk about a white man.
Whatever he is, he is not Sioux and that makes him less.
When I hear that more whites are coming, I want to laugh.
We took a hundred horses from these people.
There was no honor in it.
They don't ride well. They don't shoot well.
They're dirty.
Those soldiers could not even make it through one winter here.
And these people are said to flourish?
I think they will all be dead soon.
[all muttering in agreement] I think this fool is probably lost.
[all laughing]
Wind In His Hair's words are strong and I have heard them.
It's true the whites are a poor race
and hard to understand.
But make no mistake. The whites are coming.
Even our enemies agree on this.
So when I see one man alone without fear in our country...
I do not think he is lost. I think he may have medicine.
I see someone who might speak...
for all the white people who are coming.
I think this is a person with which treaties might be struck.
[all muttering in agreement]
Kicking Bird is always looking ahead and that is good.
But this man cannot cover our lodges or feed our children.
He is nothing to us.
I will take some men.
We will shoot some arrows into this white man.
If he truly has medicine, he will not be hurt.
If he has no medicine, he will be dead.
[all muttering]
No man can tell another what to do.
But killing a white man is a delicate matter.
If you kill one, more are sure to come.
[all muttering]
It's easy to become confused by these questions.
It's hard to know what to do.
We should talk about this some more.
That is all I have to say.
[all muttering]
[distant whispering]
[horse neighing]
Yes, sir, I have. No. I'll ask, sir.
[Clunk]
[shouting and whooping]
[horses running]
We'll be heroes!
They'll write songs about us.
What happened?
I don't know. My arm doesn't work.
[winces]
You shouldn't have fallen off. Now we'll get in trouble.
It was your idea.
My idea was only to take the horse, not fall down.
Otter hurt himself.
What are you looking at? I'm the one who's hurt.
I will be when my father finds out.
His bow will be across my back.
[quacking]
[slow music]
Oh, God.
[thump]
[leaves rustling]
[light music]
[music intensifies]
[shouting and whooping]
Eeeaaaah!
Iam Wind In His Hair!
Do you see that I am not afraid of you?
Do you see?
Whoo!
[birds chirping]
[horse neighing]
Aah!
I realize now that I have been wrong.
All this time, I've been waiting.
Waiting for what?
For someone to find me? For Indians to take my horse?
To see a buffalo?
Since I have arrived at this post,
I have been walking on eggs.
It has become a bad habit and I am sick of it.
Tomorrow morning, I will ride out to the Indians.
I do not know the outcome or wisdom of this thinking,
but I've become a target,
and a target makes a poor impression.
lam through waiting.
What are you looking at?
[Cisco grunts]
[calm music]
[music continues]
[woman singing]
[singing]
Ahem.
Son of a bitch.
No. Wait.
Wait!
Wait. Wait.
[crying]
Wait.
You need help. You're hurt.
You need help.--
Aah!
Uh! Uh!
Let me--
You need help.
You need help, you're hurt
Let me help you.
You're hurt.
Uh!
[speaking Lakota]
[dramatic music]
[music continues]
[indistinct chatter]
[laughing]
[screaming in Lakota]
[intense music]
[music continues]
She's hurt.
You are not welcome here.
No. She's hurt.
Go away from us!
You are not welcome! Go away from us!
[indistinct chatter]
[shouting and whooping]
Stop.
The soldier did not come to fight.
He is going away and we will let him.
[calm music]
[indistinct chatter]
I am in agreement with Kicking Bird.
We will go down and talk to the white man.
And find out why he is here.
If this council decides to talk to the white man...
then it will be so.
But in my mind it's not right...
that a chief as great as Ten Bears...
goes to ask the business of a puny, trespassing white man...
who has only a smart horse and a few white man's clothes.
I will not go.
You will go.
And you will go.
That is all I have to say.
[dramatic music]
Welcome.
Hi!
Come.
Please, sit down.
Sit down.
Wait just a minute.
His mind is gone.
Wait, wait.
Tatanka.
Tanka?
Tatanka.
Tan-tanka.
Tatanka.
Tatanka. Buffalo.
Buffalo.
Tatanka.
Buffalo.
Buff?
Buff--Buff--
Buff--
Buffalo. Tatanka.
The Fierce One, as I call him, seems a very tough fellow.
I hope I never have to fight him.
From the little I know, he seems to be
honest and very direct.
I like The Quiet One immensely.
He's been patient and inquisitive.
He seems eager to communicate.
I would conclude he's a man of weight among his people.
Buffalo.
[grinding]
I believe I made a greater impression on their next visit.
I produced a coffee grinder,
something none of them had seen before.
[grinding continues]
Is the coffee not good?
It's too strong, maybe.
Too strong, maybe.
Sugar
Put in.
Um...
Ta..
Taste it.
Sugar
You want some?
That's a lot.
It's good to finally have some company.
So much goes unsaid, though, and I have the feeling that
these people, The Quiet One in particular,
want something from me.
Made presents of coffee and most of the sugar.
It didn't figure to last anyway.
Don't believe I'd go too far in saying that
a foundation for good relations is being laid.
Stands With A Fist.
We will talk a while.
Your wounds are healing well?
Yes, they are.
You are happy here, with my family?
I am glad to be here.
Iam missing my husband.
Perhaps you will marry again when the time is right?
Perhaps.
We have word from many places that the whites are coming.
They are coming into everyone's country.
I think they will soon be in ours.
This white man who lives at the old soldier fort...
I have visited him and I believe his heart is a good one.
I am afraid of the white man at the fort.
I am afraid he will tell others that I am here.
I am afraid they will try to take me away.
I've heard they take people away.
Every warrior in camp would fight them if they tried.
I cannot make the white man language.
He cannot speak Sioux.
It has been a long time since I made the talk.
I want you to try.
I don't know how.
Yes, you do.
I can't.
It's dead in me.
I don't ask this for myself. I ask this for all the people.
He knows things about the whites which we do not.
Now, you must remember.
I can't.
Will she make the white words?
She won't try. She is being difficult.
Well, she's the one who's crying.
Perhaps the difficulty is yours.
Christine!
Get 'em, Joe! Get them chickens!
-[distant laughing] -[indistinct chatter]
Billy, you get away from those puppies!
Mommy! I need my puppy!
Come to daddy.
Damn!
Get the kids, and get them in the house.
Go on!
In the house.
Christine!
Where are you?
Joe, get in the house right now!
[indistinct chatter]
Who is it, Willie?
They look like Pawnee.
My father and your father are talking to them.
What do they want?
I don't know.
Go on. You heard him. Get out of here.
[dramatic music]
[shouting]
Run, Christine!
I said run!
Joe!Joe!
[music continues]
Christine!
[whooping]
Mommy! Mommy!
Mommy!
[sniffles]
Mmm. Mmm.
Come on, Two Socks.
Bacon.
Two Socks, like Cisco, has become a trusted friend.
He won't eat from my hand,
but his keen eyes and ears never fail
to alert me when something is wrong.
[light music]
Tatanka.
No, I haven't seen any buffalo.
Sorry.
[slow music]
Are--Are you hungry?
Are you hungry?
I have food. I have a lot of food.
[music continues]
Nothing I've been told about these people is correct.
They are not beggars and thieves
or the bogeymen they've been made out to be.
On the contrary, they are polite guests
and have a familiar humor I enjoy.
Real communication is slow, however,
and The Quiet One is as frustrated as I am.
Most progress has been built on the basis
of failure rather than success.
I've thought to inquire about the woman
I found on the prairie, whether she lived or not,
but it seems far too complicated a subject,
given our limitations.
One thing is clear, however. There are no buffalo,
and it weighs heavy on their minds.
Yesterday's meeting was the best yet.
I seems I've been invited to the village,
and I'm looking forward to going.
[calm music]
[indistinct chatter]
[indistinct distant voices]
[coughs]
[dog barking]
[footsteps approaching]
We were waiting for you.
Now tell him we are glad that he is here.
Um...
H-H-Hello.
You...
here...
good.
Thank you. I feel good.
[translating]
Ask him why he is at the soldier fort.
Um...
the--the s-s-soldier fort.
Wait, wait, wait, wait.
What is your names?
Our names?
What is his name?
[speaking Lakota]
He's right. Introductions should come first.
H-H-He...
He Kick--
Kick.
Kick?
More.
More Kick?
More Kicking?
Kicking.
Um... Bird?
Bird Kicking Bird.
Kicking Bird.
[speaking Lakota]
What is he...
ls he Chief?
NO. H-H-H-.
[speaking Lakota]
H-H-H--
[speaking Lakota]
A ho-ho-holy man.
Holy man.
Your name?
L--l-- I don't--
What are you called?
[speaking Lakota]
Up.
Get--Get up?
Stand up?
Stands?
Stands. Your name's Stands?
Stands. Stands.
With.
- With? - With.
Stands With?
- With. - With.
Fist?
Yes.
Stands With A Fist?
Stands With A Fist, I'm John Dunbar.
John--John Dunbar.
- Du n bar. - Dunbar.
John Dunbar.
Dumb Bear.
No, not Dumb Bear.
Dunbar.
Dumb...
--bar.
Not Dumb Bear.
Dun-bar.
[calm music]
[birds chirping]
[music continues]
There's been an exciting breakthrough with the Indians.
A woman among them speaks English, and today,
clear progress was made.
For some reason, I'm reluctant to answer all their questions.
Maybe it's my sense of duty,
but something tells me not to say too much.
It was good to see Fort Sedgewick again,
I look forward to another visit with my neighbors,
but this is still my home.
I remain watchful for my relief and can only hope
that my negotiations here will bear fruit.
[rumbling]
[glass rattling]
[horse neighing]
[wind blowing]
[rumbling grows louder]
[running footsteps]
[rumbling fades]
[drums beat and chanting]
Buffalo!
I've seen buffalo!
[whooping]
[shouting]
Buffaloes! Buffaloes!
Tatanka?
Yeah.
[speaking Lakota]
[cheering]
[slow music]
Riders were sent out to pick up the trail.
In the time it took to gather my things at Sedgewick,
the entire tribe was well on its way.
The efficiency of the people and the speed at which they moved
was enough to impress any military commander.
Spirits are high, and overnight,
I've gone from a person of suspicion
to one of genuine standing.
I am greeted with open smiles and looks of appreciation.
In short, I have become a celebrity.
Lieutenant!
- Lieutenant! - Lieutenant!
Scouts picked up the trail where I said it would be.
It was not hard to find--
a gigantic swath of torn-up ground
extending to the horizon.
The sheer numbers it took to create this impossible image
was hard to imagine.
Lieutenant!
[dramatic music]
[music continues]
[flies buzzing]
[crow cawing]
[music continues]
Who would do such a thing?
The field was proof enough
that it was a people without value and without soul,
with no regard for Sioux rights.
The wagon tracks leading the way left little doubt,
and my heart sank,
as I knew it could only be white hunters.
Voices that had been joyous all morning
were now as silent as the dead buffalo
left to rot in this valley,
killed only for their tongues
and the price of their hides.
[drums beating]
[whooping]
As they celebrated into the night the coming hunt,
it was hard to know where to be.
I don't know if they understood,
but I could not sleep among them.
There had been no looks, and there was no blame.
There was only the confusion of a people
not able to predict the future.
[light music]
[music continues]
[indistinct chatter]
[dramatic music]
[whooping]
[music continues]
[rumbling]
[music continues]
[whooping]
[gunshot]
[rumbling continues]
[shouting]
[crashing]
[gunshot]
[music continues]
[gunshot]
[crashing]
[whooping]
[rumbling fades]
[horse neighing]
[grunts]
[gunshot]
[dramatic music]
[shouting]
[gunshot]
[crashing]
[breathing heavily]
Are you all right?
[gunshots]
[whooping]
[grunts]
[cheering]
[laughing and talking]
[barking]
I can't.
No. I'm--l'm-- I'm full.
I'm full and I can't tell the story anymore.
Ah!
No.
Do you want to try it?
You want to try it?
Here.
[thud]
[distant laughing and talking]
I can't. This is too much.
It's a good trade.
This is-- This is--a good trade.
No, no! I can't. I'm full. I'm tired. No!
Wa zhi.
- Wa zhi. - Wa zhi?
Wa zhi.
Lieutenant!
No! No!
Lieutenant!
Ahh...
Tatanka.
Big tatanka.
Big tatanka!
[laughing]
[imitates gunshot]
[laughing]
That's my hat!
Hey-.
Hey!
You're wearing my hat.
It's my hat.
I found it on the prairie. It's mine.
No, no.
My hat.
That hat belongs to Lieutenant.
He left it on the prairie. He didn't want it.
Well, you can see he wants it now.
We all know that it's a soldier hat.
We all know who wears it.
If you want to keep it, that's all right.
But give something for it.
Washte.
Good...trade.
[moaning]
[calm music]
[moaning]
[music intensifies]
[music continues]
It seems every day ends with a miracle here.
And whatever God may be, I thank God for this day.
To stay longer would have been useless.
We had all the meat we could possibly carry.
We had hunted for three days, losing a half a dozen ponies
and only three men injured.
I'd never known a people so eager to laugh,
so devoted to family, so dedicated to each other.
And the only word that came to mind was harmony.
Many times I've felt alone,
but until this afternoon,
I had never felt completely lonely.
[drums beating]
[drums continue]
[drums fade]
[rustling]
Though only two days, it seems like a week,
and I am missing the company of my new friends.
I can see all of their faces, but somehow it is not enough.
Tomorrow, I will make an unannounced visit.
After all, they are my neighbors.
What can it hurt?
[light music]
Hey!
God! Go home!
Go!
Go home, Two Socks!
Bad wolf! Bad wolf!
Aaahh!
[grunts]
[music continues]
It is autumn now,
and I'm spending more time than ever with my friends.
They have given me my own lodge
and I feel comfortable there.
We talk every day,
but I know Kicking Bird is frustrated with me.
He always wants to know how many more
white people are coming.
I tell him the white people will most likely
pass through this country and nothing more.
But I am speaking in half-truths.
One day there will be too many,
but I cannot bring myself to tell them that.
I'm sure Stands With A Fist knows that I'm holding back,
but to her credit, she says nothing.
[imitating arrows flying]
[laughing]
Ahh!
[laughing]
[drums beating]
A war party is going against the Pawnee soon,
and I've asked to go.
I sense I made a mistake in doing so,
but I couldn't bring myself to take it back.
They are my friends, and from what little I gather,
the Pawnee have been very hard on these people.
I hope I have not overstepped my bounds.
[rustling]
Come in, please.
Sit down?
Kicking Bird wants to know
why you want to make war on the Pawnee.
They have done nothing to you.
They are Sioux enemies.
[speaking Lakota]
Only Sioux warriors to go.
Well, then tell him that
I have been a warrior longer than many of the young men
who will go on this war party.
Tell him.
[translating]
[speaking Lakota]
He said that the Sioux way of being a warrior
is not the white way.
You are not ready.
I know, I understand, but tell him--
tell him I cannot learn these ways in camp.
[speaking Lakota]
He also asks that you watch over his family
while he is gone.
This thing he asks is a great honor for you.
Tell him that I...
would be happy to watch over his family.
[translating]
[speaking Lakota]
He thanks Dances With Wolves for coming.
Who is Dances With Wolves?
It is the name
which all the people are calling you now.
Dances With Wolves.
That's right.
That day.
Dances With Wolves.
How do you say it?
Shumanitutonka Ob Wachi.
Washte.
Shumanitutonka Ob Wachi.
[light music]
[indistinct chatter]
Keep on with the white man talk, if it pleases you.
I like to make the talk.
[horse neighing]
[scraping]
[music continues]
[leaves rustling]
Oh, I cut this off.
- Oh. - I shaved it off.
- Go on.
Grass grows on the prairie.
Grass grows on the prairie?
Peta ki oblaye el ti.
Wrong. You said "Fire lives on the prairie."
I did?
No--no laughing, though.
How did you get your name?
I was not very old
when I came to be with the people,
and I was made to work.
I worked every day very hard.
There was a wom-- one woman
who didn't like me much.
She used to call me bad names, and sometimes she--
amapre--
Beat me?
One day, she was calling me these bad names
with her face in my face,
and I hit her.
I was not very big, but she fell down.
She fell hard and didn't move.
Then I stood over her with my fist
and asked if there was any other woman
who wanted to call me bad names.
No one bothered me after that day.
[chuckles]
No, I-- I wouldn't think so.
Show me.
Show me where you hit her.
[calm music]
[laughs]
[music continues]
[laughs]
Why are you not married?
- I’m sorry. - I have to go.
I'm sorry.
- Can I help you? - No.
[horse neighing]
[stomps]
Some of your words are wrong, but you are learning fast.
So what can I tell you today?
I want to know about Stands With A Fist.
Why is there no man with her?
She is in mourning.
I don't underst--
I do not understand "mourning."
She cries for someone.
Cries for who?
It is not polite to speak of the dead.
But you are new, so I will tell you.
She cries for her husband.
He was killed not long ago.
That is how you came to find her on the prairie.
How long will she cry?
It is Kicking Bird's place to say when she is finished.
He's the one that found her when she was very little.
People are talking about you.
What are they saying?
They are proud of the medicine...
you are making with Dances With Wolves.
I have hurt him, and I should go talk to him.
You can't. He is gone.
He left this morning.
[gasps]
[slow music]
[music continues]
[chuckles]
[music continues]
[pen scratching]
[rustling]
[cocks gun]
Bet you were thinking...
now, why don't he write?
Hello, Two Socks.
Hmm?
[light music]
Hmm?
Come on.
I won't hurt you.
Come on. You can do this.
Come on.
[music continues]
This is easy.
This is easy, Two Socks.
[music fades]
[birds chirping]
[slow music]
Iam in mourning.
[music continues]
No, we cannot.
Yes.
We must be careful.
Okay.
[music continues]
Wait, wait, wait.
Wait, wait, wait. Wait.
[music continues]
[voices]
What?
Trouble.
[intense music]
[thunder]
[indistinct chatter]
The Pawnee are coming-- a big party--40 or 50 men.
Cheyenne hunters found them not far to the north.
They'll soon be in our camp.
Stone Calf, wait. I will follow you.
The Pawnee do not come for horses.
They come for blood.
Get your weapons and come to my lodge.
I will go.
L will get them.
Stone Calf, wait.
I have-- I have guns.
I have many rifles.
At the fort?
Yes.
No. The ride is long, and we can spare no men.
Guns would make one warrior like two.
Take one man and go quickly.
I will take Smiles A Lot.
[thunder]
[intense music]
[music continues]
[speaking Lakota]
Come here.
[splashing]
[music continues]
[music intensifies]
[whimpering]
[dramatic music]
[horses neighing]
[music continues]
[horse neighing]
Aah!
[shouting]
[gunshots]
Shoot the gun!
[gunshots]
[grunts]
[gunshots]
[grunts]
[groaning]
[gunshot]
[grunts]
[gunshot]
[grunts]
[whooping]
[shouting]
[both yelling]
Aah!
[gunshot]
[gunshots]
[whooping]
[gunshot]
-[Whooshing] - Aah!
Aah!
[thrashing]
Aah!
[panting]
[gunshots]
[yelling]
[whooping]
Aah!
[all shouting]
Aah!
[gunshots]
[cheering]
It was hard to know how to feel.
I'd never been in a battle like this one.
There was no dark political objective.
This was not a fight for territory or riches
or to make men free.
It had been fought to preserve the food stores
that would see us through the winter.
to protect the lives of the women and children
and loved ones only a few feet away.
Stone Calf was a great loss,
but even the old men could not remember
such a one-sided victory,
and I gradually began to look at it in a new way.
I felt a pride I'd never felt before.
I'd never really known who John Dunbar was.
Perhaps the name itself had no meaning.
But as I heard my Sioux name being called over and over,
I knew for the first time who I really was.
[light music]
[speaking Lakota]
[chanting]
[gunshot]
[gunshots continue]
[speaking Lakota]
Where are you going? There is gambling tonight.
Horseback's games are always good.
I'm tired. Horseback already has a good rifle of mine.
Good night.
[speaking Lakota]
[laughter]
How long will Stands With A Fist mourn?
I don't know.
I hope it will not be too long.
Has something happened?
What?
She has found love again.
With who?
Who do you think?
Tell me.
Dances With Wolves.
Are you certain of this?
When you see them together, you will know.
What are people saying?
They like the match.
No one is angry?
It makes sense. They are both white.
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]
[drums beating]
This is a good day for me.
And for me.
If you want this man, take his hand in yours.
[light music]
[speaking Lakota]
I had never been married before.
I don't know if all grooms have the same experience,
but as Kicking Bird began to speak about
what was expected of a Sioux husband,
my mind began to swim in a way
that shut out everything but her--
the tiny 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.
[children talking and laughing]
Bye.
[ululating]
[chanting]
[drums beating]
[light music]
[birds squawking]
It's good to be out.
Yes, it must be.
We are trying for a baby.
No waiting?
No waiting.
[chuckles]
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.
[music continues]
We call you the Busy Bee.
[chuckles]
[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.
[Sigh]
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.
[indistinct chatter]
[humming]
You have everything from the soldier fort?
Yes.
There's nothing for me there.
That's good.
[intense music]
The journal.
Stands With--Wait!
- It is important. - No!
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.
[music continues]
[horse neighing]
Injun!
Get him!
[gunshots]
No!
[grunts]
Stay down. Stay.
[indistinct shouting]
Oh, God.
Oh, my God.
It's okay.
Oh.
[slow music]
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.
[bugle playing]
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 anything? A journal?
No, we didn't find nothing, sir.
Where's Edwards?
He's outside.
Hey, he didn't find nothing either.
[laughs]
You turned Injun, didn't you?
Didn't you?
- He's a white man. - Looks white to me.
- They say he's a soldier. - He's an officer.
Officer? Well, do you salute him or shoot him?
[laughing]
[crows cawing]
Here, you. Eyes front.
[grunts]
I said eyes front!
[grunts]
[shouting]
- Don't shoot him! - Hit him!
Get him!
[grunts]
Get him!
[fly buzzing]
[dripping]
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 for ourselves.
Now, if you'll guide us to these camps
and serve as an interpreter,
your conduct will be re-evaluated.
What conduct?
- With all due respect-- - 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!
[in Lakota] I am Dances With Wolves.
What's that?
I am Dances With Wolves
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.
[leaves rustling]
-[distant shouting] -[horse neighing]
Hey, Spivey-
Hey, Spivey. You got paper?
What's it to you?
Well, give me some, shit-bird.
Can you read?
No, I can't read. What the hell's the difference?
You can't read either. Now just give me some-
Quick, give me some!
All right. Hold your horses.
[laughs]
[distant shouting]
[chuckles]
[grunts]
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. 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!
[indistinct]
Hyah! Get up in there!
[whistles] Hyah!
Get up in there!
HYah!
[hawk screeching]
Hey, Spivey, what is that?
Looks like he's following us.
Hell, I'm going to shoot him.
[gunshot]
- Dang. You missed him. -[gunshot]
Don't shoot, God damn it. It's my shot.
- Hey, wait, I seen it first. -[gunshot]
Look at that stupid bastard.
- He ain't even moving. -[gunshot]
Wait a minute, wait a minute. That's my shot.
Shoot him!
[gunshot]
He's standing there.
He ain't runnin', is he?
Shoot him!
[gunshots]
Aah!
- Jesus Christ! - Holy shit!
Bauer! Aah!
He's killin' him.
Bauer, get him off him!
[smashing]
[gasping]
He might have killed you.
[laughing]
[gunshot]
I'll get that son of a bitch.
[gunshot]
You missed him.
[gunshots]
Sit down, God damn it!
-Woo!
[gunshots]
[yelps]
That's it. I got him!
'Got him!
Dead shot, boys. Come on.
Son of a bitch!
Spivey!
Get up!
What are you doing? Edwards!
Get up!
I'm gonna kill you! Get up!
- Spivey, that's enough. - I mean it! Get up!
'SPiVey! - Get up!
Come on, get UP!
- Spivey! - What?
You bash that prisoner one more time,
I'll put those shackles on you.
You men get back here!
[gunshots]
NOW!
God damn it!
[indistinct shouting]
Get down here.
[inaudible]
[birds chirping]
Boom.
[laugher]
Clear behind that stand of trees?
Ooh.
Hey!
All right. Let's go.
[whistling]
[Spivey] I don't see nobody.
[laughing]
[light music]
[groans]
Indians!
[whooping]
[gunshots]
Aah!
[gasps]
[shouting]
[gunshots continue]
[whooping]
Bauer!
[gurgling]
[shouting]
[gunshots]
[clicking]
[grunts]
[distant shouting]
[groaning]
[whooping]
[light music]
[music continues]
[indistinct chatter]
[music continues]
[panting]
[music continues]
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.
[murmuring]
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.
[slow music]
I will be leaving.
I must go and talk with those who would listen.
[indistinct chatter]
[arguing in Lakota]
[Ten Bears] 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,
and I knew he wanted me to stay.
But I was sure of myself.
I would be an excuse
and that's the Army would need to find this place.
I pushed him as far as I could to move the camp,
but in the end he only smiled
and talked of simple pleasures.
He reminded me that at his age
a good fire is better than anything.
Ten Bears was an extraordinary man.
[scraping]
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.
[shouts]
It's all right.
[wind blowing]
[slow music]
You, uh... finish your pipe?
Ah.
Good pipe.
How, uh... does it smoke?
I've never smoked it.
[music continues]
We come far, you and me.
I will not forget you.
[music continues]
[indistinct shouting]
[light music]
[music continues]
[music intensifies]
Dances With Wolves.
Iam 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]
[shouting continues]
[intense music]
Sergeant! Over here! Now!
[music continues]
[howling]
[music continues]