The Wild Girl (2010) Movie Script
1
(CARRIAGE RATTLES ALONG)
WOMAN:
EPA! EPA... EPA... EPA...
CUIDADO, FERNANDO.
(BE CAREFUL, FERNANDO)
GERALDO, QUEDATE QUIETO.
(GERALDO, STAY STILL)
POR FAVOR, SENORITA!
NO! FERNANDO!
(SCREAMING)
GERALDO:
PAPA!
(GRUNTS OF EFFORT)
(IN PAIN)
UNGH!
GERLADO...
(TRAIN PASSES BY)
(BIG BAND MUSIC PLAYS)
PHOTO EDITOR: AS I NOTED LAST TIME, MR.
GILES,
YOU'VE AN EYE
FOR PHOTOGRAPHY,
BUT NOT MUCH OF A NOSE
FOR NEWS.
THESE ARE FAMILIAR SIGHTS,
BUT THERE'S NOT A UNIQUE
PERSPECTIVE IN THE BUNCH.
SIR, I'LL TAKE PICTURES
OF ANYTHING YOU WANT,
IF YOU HIRE ME -
ANYTHING AND EVERYTHING.
WE'RE NOT IN THE BUSINESS
OF TEACHING PHOTOGRAPHERS
HOW TO THINK.
COME BACK WITH
A NEW PORTFOLIO,
SOMETHING FRESH,
AND I'LL GIVE YOU
ANOTHER LOOK.
GENTLEMEN,
ANYTHING ELSE?
TOLLEY:
JUST A SIDE ORDER OF HUMBLE PIE.
MR. PHILLIPS: NOTHING ELSE RIGHT NOW,
NED, THANK YOU.
EVERYTHING IS A JOKE
TO YOU.
I'VE SPENT ALL MORNING
TELLING YOU I'M SORRY, DAD.
I'VE RUN OUT OF WAYS
TO SAY IT.
MY FRIENDS ALL BURS WITH PRIDE
WHEN THEIR SONS
ARE WRITTEN ABOUT.
BUT I HAVE TO PAY OFF
REPORTERS
TO KEEP YOUR NAME
OUT OF THE PAPERS.
SHE SAID SHE WAS 19.
A GENTLEMAN TAKES A LADY
AT HER WORD.
THAT GIRL WAS NO LADY
AND SHE NEVER WILL BE.
AND YOU,
I'M AFRAID TO SAY,
ARE NO ONE'S IDEA
OF A GENTLEMAN.
I MAY HAVE MY FAILINGS -
ALL RIGHT,
I MAY HAVE MORE THAN MY SHARE,
BUT I AM A GENTLEMAN,
AT ALL TIMES.
YOU HAVE TO GIVE ME THAT.
AT LEAST GIVE ME THAT.
THE FOOD'S GETTING COLD.
TOLLEY:
WHAT'S SO FASCINATING?
(READING) "...TO RESCUE THE
YOUNG SON OF A MEXICAN RANCHER
FROM THE CLUTCHES
OF WILD APACHES.
THE COMPANY WILL BE
A VOLUNTEER MILITIA UNI OF THE MEXICAN ARMY.
THE EXPEDITION WILL
BEGIN IN SAN PAULO..."
BLAH, BLAH, BLAH...
OH.
"ONLY GENTLEMEN WITH STRONG
REFERENCES WILL BE ACCEPTED."
STRONG REFERENCES...
THAT LEAVES ME OUT.
LEAVES YOU OUT?
WHY WOULD YOU WANT IN?
TO PHOTOGRAPH IT.
WHAT A STORY.
THAT COULD BE MY TICKE TO A JOB AT THE TRIBUNE.
TOLLEY:
A BUNCH OF RICH IDIOTS
RIDING TO THE RESCUE
ON THEIR POLO PONIES?
SOUNDS MORE LIKE SOMETHING
FOR THE FUNNY PAPERS.
NO, IT DOESN'T HAVE
TO BE THAT WAY.
IT COULD BE HEROIC,
THE STUFF OF LEGEND -
LIKE THE CHARGE
OF THE LIGHT BRIGADE,
ONLY WITH A BETTER ENDING.
ARE YOU COMING
TO THE OFFICE
OR DO YOU HAVE A RENDEZVOUS
AT YOUR FAVORITE SPEAKEASY?
I'LL SEE YOU AT THE OFFICE,
DAD.
YOU REALLY THINK
I COULD BE HEROIC?
ABSOLUTELY.
OF COURSE, A GENTLEMAN
NEEDS A VALET.
I COULD BE YOUR VALET,
MR. PHILLIPS.
WHY WOULD YOU WANNA DO THAT?
BECAUSE YOU'RE GOING TO
LET ME BRING MY CAMERA.
(CAR PUTTERS PAST)
MR. BROWNING: WE'VE RESERVED
A LOVELY SUITE, MR. PHILLIPS,
WITH AN ADJACENT ROOM
FOR YOUR MAN.
THANKS.
(BELL DINGS)
I TRUST YOUR TRAIN TRIP
WAS SATISFACTORY, SIR?
WELL, THEY HAVE TO BE
NICE TO ME;
MY FAMILY BUIL THE RAILROAD.
THANK YOU.
THIS ROOM IS BIGGER
THAN THE HOUSE I GREW UP IN.
WHAT?
IT'S TIME TO UNPACK.
ME. UNPACK ME.
SORRY.
TOLLEY:
START WITH THIS ONE, HERE.
(WHISTLES)
WOW.
GLASSES?
YOU WILL JOIN ME?
I GUESS.
THAT'S REAL CANADIAN HOOCH.
BEFORE THIS TRIP,
I'VE ONLY HAD BOOTLEG STUFF.
(CHUCKLES)
MAY WE LIVE TO TELL
THE TALE.
TOLLEY: OH, LEAVE IT,
I'LL UNPACK MYSELF.
YOU'LL JUS BOTCH IT UP.
THERE'S ABOUT AN HOUR
BEFORE THE MEETING IN THE LOBBY.
WOULD YOU MIND
IF I TAKE MY CAMERA DOWN
AND STARTED GETTING
SET UP?
TOLLEY:
IF ANYONE GIVES YOU A HARD TIME,
JUST INVOKE MY FAMILY NAME.
THAT USUALLY SHUTS
MOST PEOPLE UP.
DOOR!
OKAY.
WADE: WADE JOHNSON.
SAN PAULO DAILY DISPATCH.
NED GILES.
WHO YOU SHOOTIN' FOR,
NED?
I'M JUST FREELANCE.
OH YEAH.
I CAN'T BELIEVE
I GOTTA GO ALONG ON THIS...
CHASING APACHES
ON HORSEBACK
THROUGH THE GODFORSAKEN
MEXICAN WILDERNESS...
DO YOU HAVE TO GO?
I'M THIS DINKY NEWSPAPER'S
ONLY SHUTTERBUG.
I COULD DO IT.
I COULD PHOTOGRAPH
THE EXPEDITION,
IF YOU DON'T WANT TO.
IS THAT A SERIOUS OFFER?
YES, SIR.
UNLESS YOU DON'T THINK
THAT I CAN.
SURE, YOU CAN.
HELL, YES.
OF COURSE YOU CAN DO IT!
YOU GOT ANY ACTUAL
EXPERIENCE?
WELL,
FOR THE PAST FEW YEARS,
I'VE BELONGED TO A CAMERA CLUB
BACK IN CHICAGO.
NEVER MIND, KID.
LOOK, WHEN WE SELL THIS IDEA
TO MY EDITOR,
YOU BETTER LET ME DO
ALL THE TALKING, OKAY?
HOW MUCH THIS THING WEIGH -
FORTY, FIFTY POUNDS?
I DON'T KNOW,
PROBABLY.
USELESS FOR AN EXPEDITION.
BY THE TIME YOU SET UP
A SHOT,
IT'LL BE LOST.
LOOK, UM...
TELL YOU WHAT.
I'LL LOAN YOU ONE OF MINE.
IT'S LIGHT AND FAST.
THAT'S VERY GENEROUS.
THANK YOU, SIR.
THANK YOU VERY MUCH.
I'M NOT BEING GENEROUS.
I WANNA MAKE SURE YOU COME BACK
WITH SOME DAMN PICTURES.
HEY, LOOK,
THERE'S MY EDITOR.
REMEMBER, YOU'RE A STRINGER
FOR THE TRIB, GOT IT?
OKAY.
COME ON.
(LOW HUM OF CHATTER)
MAKE SURE YOU GE A NICE SHO OF THE MAYOR
AND THE COLONEL.
YEAH.
MAYOR CARGILL: YOU ALL KNOW THE
STORY OF POOR LITTLE GERALDO HUERTA,
TORN FROM THE BOSOM
OF HIS FAMILY
BY BLOODTHIRSTY APACHES,
HIS POOR MOTHER MURDERED
IN THE PROCESS.
LITTLE GERALDO'S FATHER,
SENOR FERNANDO HUERTA,
WANTS US TO HELP HIM RECOVER
HIS BELOVED SON.
AND SO, SIR,
WE WILL NOT RES UNTIL YOUR SON IS SAFE AGAIN
IN YOUR ARMS.
HERE, HERE!
(EVERYONE APPLAUDS)
AND NOW I'D LIKE TO INTRODUCE
THE SUPREME COMMANDER
OF OUR JOIN MEXICAN-AMERICAN FORCES,
COLONEL HERMANHILDO CARRILLO.
(APPLAUSE)
THANK YOU, COLONEL,
THANK YOU.
OUR VOLUNTEERS HAVE BEGUN
TO ARRIVE,
AND THEY REPRESEN SOME OF AMERICA'S
MOST PROMINENT FAMILIES.
(APPLAUSE)
AND WE ARE VERY FORTUNATE
TO HAVE WITH US TODAY
A YOUNG PHOTO JOURNALIST,
NAME OF NED GILES.
HE'S HERE IN SAN PAULO
ON SPECIAL ASSIGNMEN FOR THE CHICAGO TRIBUNE.
(APPLAUSE)
I THINK I GO SOME GOOD SHOTS.
THAT'S SWELL, KID.
YOU'RE DOIN' GREAT.
MAYOR CARGILL: I'D LIKE TO
INTRODUCE POLICE CHIEF GATLIN.
CHIEF GATLIN: PLEASED TO MEET YOU, MR.
GILES.
LIKEWISE.
CHIEF GATLIN: I'M ALSO DIRECTOR
OF PERSONNEL FOR THE EXPEDITION -
YOU'LL WANT TO MENTION THA IN YOUR ARTICLE.
MAYOR CARGILL:
IF YOU COULD MENTION
SOME OF THE GREAT DEALS
ON REAL ESTATE
WE HAVE HERE
IN SAN PAULO,
I'D SURE APPRECIATE IT.
OF COURSE.
MR. GILES.
HELLO.
I'M MARGARET HAWKINS.
THE EXPEDITION HAS ALLOWED ME
TO COME ALONG
AS ITS UNOFFICIAL
ANTHROPOLOGIST.
WHAT I REALLY AM
IS A GRADUATE STUDEN AT THE UNIVERSITY
OF ARIZONA.
TOLLEY:
DON'T TELL HIM TOO MUCH, MISS.
BIG-CITY REPORTERS
LIKE MR. GILES
LIKE TO PLAY FAS AND LOOSE WITH THE FACTS.
MARGARET: AH, MR.
GILES SEEMS TO HAVE AN HONEST FACE.
TOLLEY:
OH, THEY ALL DO.
TOLLEY PHILLIPS.
THE RAILROAD PHILLIPSES?
MAY I BUY YOU A LEMONADE,
MISS HAWKINS?
MARGARET: I CAN BUY MY OWN LEMONADE,
THANK YOU,
BUT YOU'RE WELCOME
TO JOIN ME,
IF YOU LIKE.
TOLLEY:
I'D LIKE.
MR. GILES.
RICH GUYS ALWAYS GE THE PRETTY GIRLS.
(CAR PUTTERS ALONG)
WELL,
THIS IS A BIT CREEPY.
WHY ARE YOU STARING
AT ME?
I POKED MY HEAD IN,
SAW YOU WERE ALONE,
SO I DECIDED TO WAI FOR YOU TO WAKE UP.
YOU SAW I WAS ALONE?
WHAT WERE YOU EXPECTING?
(CLEARS THROAT SUGGESTIVELY)
THE ANTHROPOLOGIST?
MISS HAWKINS PAID
FOR HER OWN LEMONADE
AND THEN RETIRED TO HER ROOM,
HER VIRTUE INTACT.
I DON'T SMELL
MY BREAKFAST.
DID YOU ORDER UP
MY BREAKFAST?
WELL, THAT'S KIND OF WHA I WANTED TO TALK TO YOU ABOUT.
MY BREAKFAST?
NO. I MEAN...
ALL OF IT.
AS YOU KNOW -
AS YOU HEARD -
I WAS HIRED BY THE LOCAL PAPER
TO COVER THE EXPEDITION,
WHICH MEANS I WON'T HAVE TIME
TO BE YOUR... YOUR VALET.
THIS IS YOUR VERSION
OF GIVING ME NOTICE?
YES.
AND BY THE WAY,
I APPRECIATE YOU NOT EXPOSING ME
LAST EVENING
AND I'LL PAY FOR MY ROOM.
I'M NOT THAT PETTY,
SO JUST SHUT UP, OKAY?
OKAY.
OKAY. WELL, THANK YOU,
MR. PHILLIPS.
TOLLEY:
THAT JUST SOUNDS SILLY,
WHAT WITH YOUR BEING
A BIG CHICAGO REPORTER AND ALL.
CALL ME TOLLEY.
OKAY... TOLLEY.
TOLLEY:
BUT BEFORE YOU ABANDON ME,
RING DOWN AND ORDER US UP
A DECENT BREAKFAST.
HELLO.
MR. GILES,
YOU'RE A REPORTER.
WELL, IT'S QUITE THE SPECTACLE
YOU HAVE TO COVER HERE.
I WAS JUST WANDERING AROUND,
GETTING A SENSE OF IT.
RICH MEN FROM ALL OVER
THE COUNTRY
ARRIVING IN
PRIVATE MOTORCARS,
PRIVATE TRAIN CARS,
PRIVATE AIRPLANES.
YOU KNOW,
I THINK SOME OF THEM
EVEN BROUGH THEIR OWN POLO PONIES -
THERE'S A POLO MATCH
GOING ON RIGHT NOW
AT THE RODEO GROUNDS.
I THINK I'LL PASS.
(CHUCKLING)
YOU KNOW, IF YOU'RE INTERESTED
IN A REAL STORY,
THERE'S A PAIR
OF APACHE SCOUTS
WHO WERE RECRUITED
FROM THE RESERVATION.
THEY'VE BEEN HIRED TO GUIDE
THE EXPEDITION INTO MEXICO.
ONE OF THEM
IS AN OLDER GENTLEMAN
WHO SAYS HE SCOUTED
FOR GENERAL GEORGE CROOK
BACK BEFORE
THE TURN OF THE CENTURY.
WOW.
YOU'VE GOT THIS
ANTHROPOLOGY THING
PRETTY WELL DOWN.
I'M... I'M TRYING.
SEE, I'M WRITING
MY DISSERTATION
ON THE BRONCO APACHES.
THIS IS MY FIRST TIME
I'M IN THE FIELD.
WELL, MAYBE WE CAN COMPARE NOTES
AS THIS THING GOES ALONG.
I'D LIKE THAT.
LOOK, IF YOU'RE INTERESTED IN
INTERVIEWING THE APACHE SCOUTS,
THEY'RE CAMPED BY THEMSELVES
JUST OUTSIDE OF TOWN.
I WILL.
THEY'RE FRIENDLY, RIGHT?
THEY'RE FRIENDLY APACHES?
WELL, THEY'RE CERTAINLY
FRIENDLIER
THAN THE ONES
WE'RE GOING IN SEARCH OF.
GOOD. THANK YOU.
(WAGON RATTLES ALONG)
EXCUSE ME.
ALBERT:
WHAT DO YOU WANT?
YOU WOULDN'T HAPPEN TO BE
ONE OF THE APACHE GUIDES,
WOULD YOU?
WHAT WERE YOU EXPECTING TO SEE -
WAR PAINT?
OH, I DON'T KNOW...
WHAT I WAS EXPECTING.
UM... WELL, YEAH,
I WAS EXPECTING SOMETHING
A LITTLE MORE TRADITIONAL.
MY NAME IS NED GILES.
I'M WITH THE LOCAL PAPER.
THAT'S OKAY.
I WAS HOPING MAYBE
I COULD TAKE YOUR PHOTOGRAPH?
NO.
IF YOU DON'T LEAVE
HERE RIGHT NOW,
I'M GONNA TAKE THAT CAMERA
AND I'M GONNA SMASH IT.
WELL,
IF YOU WERE TO DO THAT,
YOU'D HAVE TO ANSWER
TO THE SAN PAULO DAILY DISPATCH.
(SCOFFS)
WHAT'S SO FUNNY?
IN THE OLD DAYS,
WE MADE A POIN OF KILLING WHITE EYES
IF THEY SHOWED FEAR.
WE ENJOYED TORTURING THEM
AND KILLING THEM SLOWLY
IN ORDER TO PROLONG
THEIR SUFFERING.
YOU'RE LUCKY THOUGH.
(SCOFFS)
YOU'RE TOO STUPID
TO BE AFRAID OF ME.
JOSEPH:
PLEASE FORGIVE MY GRANDSON,
HE IS AN ANGRY YOUNG MAN.
IT COMES FROM BEING TAKEN AWAY
TO THE INDIAN SCHOOL
WHEN HE WAS A BOY.
BUT NOW THAT HE'S BACK
ON THE RESERVATION,
HE HAS NOTHING BETTER TO DO
BESIDES HATE WHITE PEOPLE.
NO MATTER WHAT HE SAYS,
HE'S NEVER ACTUALLY
KILLED ONE BEFORE.
I AM JOSEPH VALOR
AND THIS IS MY GRANDSON,
ALBERT.
NED:
HI.
WHERE DO YOU WANT US TO STAND
FOR YOUR PHOTOGRAPH?
AH, THERE WOULD BE PERFECT.
(SHUTTER SNAPS)
SORRY TO KEEP YOU WAITING,
MR. PHILLIPS,
MAY I BE OF ASSISTANCE?
TOLLEY: I HOPE SO.
I'M IN NEED OF A VALET.
THE ONE I ARRIVED WITH
HAS CHANGED CAREERS.
WELL, SIR,
AS YOU ARE AWARE,
THIS IS NOT CHICAGO.
A GENTLEMAN'S GENTLEMAN
WOULD STARVE TO DEATH
UNLESS HE FOUND
OTHER EMPLOYMENT,
AS DID I.
YOU'RE A GENTLEMAN'S
GENTLEMAN?
I ARRIVED HERE
WITH MY EMPLOYER,
WHO CAME FOR THE FLY FISHING,
IN OCTOBER OF 1929.
WHILE WE WERE HERE,
THE STOCK MARKET CRASHED
AND MY EMPLOYER
LOST EVERYTHING.
HE TOOK THE NEXT TRAIN
BACK TO BOSTON,
LEAVING ME BEHIND.
WHAT A LOUSE.
OH, NO, SIR.
THE GENTLEMAN'S SITUATION
WAS TRAGIC.
HOW WOULD YOU FEEL
ABOUT RETURNING
TO YOUR OLD PROFESSION,
MR. BROWNING,
STARTING WITH A FORAY
INTO OLD MEXICO?
CHIEF GATLIN:
THE PRESIDENT OF MEXICO
HAS ISSUED THESE SPECIAL
HUNTING PERMITS.
THESE'LL GET YOU
THROUGH CUSTOMS
WITH YOUR SHOTGUNS
AND DEER RIFLES.
MARGARET:
I MUST SAY, MR. BROWNING,
I DON'T UNDERSTAND
WHY YOU WOULD LEAVE
A PERFECTLY GOOD,
WELL-PAYING POSITION
TO BE AT BECK AND CALL
OF A SPOILED PLAYBOY.
I AM A VALET BY TRADE,
MISS.
IT'S WHAT I DO BEST,
AND THERE IS SATISFACTION
IN GETTING TO DO
WHAT ONE DOES BEST.
TOLLEY:
I'M EXPECTED TO RIDE WITH MY PEERS.
DOES ANYBODY CARE
TO COMMENT?
MR. PHILLIPS IS CORRECT, SIR,
NO COMMENT IS NECESSARY.
(BUS HORN TOOTS)
(BUS RUMBLES AWAY)
(BUS RUMBLES LOUDLY)
THANK YOU, MR. GILES.
LOOKS LIKE EVERYTHING
IS SET UP ALREADY.
I DON'T KNOW ABOUT YOU,
BUT I'M STARVED.
MARGARET:
DID YOU LOOK INSIDE THE MESS TENT?
I DON'T THINK THE RUSSIAN CZARS
TRAVELLED THAT WELL.
MR. BROWNING: OH, I UNDERSTAND THEY
TRAVELLED QUITE SPLENDIDLY, MISS.
NED: YEAH,
AND LOOK WHERE IT GOT 'EM.
INDEED, SIR.
DREADFUL FATE.
DECADENCE DEVOURS
EVERYTHING AROUND I AND EVENTUALLY
IT DEVOURS ITSELF.
TOLLEY:
ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT ME?
MR. BROWNING:
IT WAS A REFERENCE TO HISTORY, SIR.
OH. I DIDN'T DO WELL
AT HISTORY.
I'VE ALWAYS PREFERRED
THE HERE AND NOW.
SO YOU'VE ABANDONED
YOUR FAT-CATS
TO SIT OUT HERE
WITH THE WORKING CLASSES?
A PERSON CAN ONLY HAVE
SO MANY CONVERSATIONS
ABOUT TENNIS.
OH, I'M SURE.
YOU SHOULD TRY
SOME OF THIS TEQUILA.
IT'S LEGAL HERE,
BUT YOU WOULDN'T KNOW I FROM THE KICK IT'S GOT.
NO, THANKS.
FINE.
ALL THE MORE FOR ME.
SO WHERE'S THE OLD APACHE
AND HIS GRANDSON?
THEY PREFER TO KEEP
TO THEMSELVES.
I GUESS THAT'S SMART,
WITH EVERYONE HELL-BEN ON KILLING INDIANS.
NOT EVERYONE.
TOLLEY: WELL,
GUESS I'LL BE THE HERO AT THIS TABLE.
THAT'S WHY I CAME
ON THIS TRIP -
TO BE A TRUE BLUE,
ALL-AMERICAN HERO.
RIGHT, GILES?
WELL, SLAUGHTERING NATIVES HAS
MADE HEROES OUT OF LESSER MEN -
WHY NOT YOU?
EXACTLY.
GOOD MORNING,
MR. GILES.
MORNING,
MR. BROWNING.
I WAS AFRAID
I'D OVERSLEPT,
THAT EVERYONE WOULD BE
READY TO HEAD OUT.
YOUR FEAR WAS UNWARRANTED,
SIR.
WHERE'S TOLLEY?
SLEEPING IN.
CONSUMING AN ENTIRE BOTTLE
OF TEQUILA
STRUCK HIM AS A GOOD IDEA
LAST EVENING.
THE MORNING HAS BROUGH A DEGREE OF REGRET.
MISS HAWKINS?
I HAVEN'T SEEN HER TODAY,
SIR.
(FLY BUZZES)
(LOW HUM OF CHATTER)
NED:
CHIEF GATLIN!
GOOD MORNING.
WHEN ARE WE MOVING ON?
WHEN THE MEXICAN ARMY
CONTINGENT GETS HERE.
WHEN'S THAT?
IN A FEW DAYS,
GIVE OR TAKE.
FEW DAYS?
W-WHY ARE WE HERE NOW?
SO OUR PAYING GUESTS
CAN ENJOY THE HUNTIN'
AND FISHIN'.
(SHUTTER SNAPS)
(FIRE CRACKLES NEARBY,
LOW MURMURS)
(INSECTS CHIRP AND TRILL)
(BIRDS AND INSECTS CHIRP)
NED:
MARGARET!
MARGARET:
OH, MY GOD.
I FOUND THIS MEXICAN GIRL
LAYING ON THE GROUND.
(PANTS HEAVILY)
NED, SHE'S NOT MEXICAN,
SHE'S APACHE.
IS SHE ALIVE?
YEAH, SHE'S BREATHING.
I'M TAKING HER
TO THE BASE CAMP.
NO, NO,
THEY'LL MAKE HER A TROPHY.
LET'S TAKE HER TO JOSEPH
AND ALBERT.
(PANTS HEAVILY)
THIS WAY.
ALBERT: MEXICAN SOLDIERS ATTACKED
AN APACHE CAMP TWO WEEKS AGO,
NOT TOO FAR FROM HERE,
KILLING MOSTLY WOMEN
AND CHILDREN.
LOOKS LIKE THIS GIRL
GOT AWAY.
SHE NEEDS FOOD AND WATER.
JOSEPH: FOOD AND WATER WILL
NOT SAVE A BROKEN SPIRIT.
IF SHE CHOOSES TO DIE,
THERE'S NOTHING
THAT CAN BE DONE FOR HER.
WE CAN TAKE HER
TO A HOSPITAL -
WE COULD TAKE HER IN A BUS,
BACK TO SAN PAULO.
NO, YOUR HOSPITALS
CANNOT SAVE HER.
NED: SO SHE'S JUST GONNA DIE,
THERE'S...
YOU HAVE NO SUGGESTIONS,
NOTHING AT ALL?
THERE ONLY CHANCE
SHE HAS TO LIVE...
IF SHE WERE TAKEN HOME
TO HER PEOPLE.
MARGARET: YOU COULD USE HER
TO TRADE FOR THE HUERTA BOY.
OF COURSE,
IF YOU LET HER DIE,
SHE'LL BE OF NO USE
TO YOU.
THE GIRL'S SURVIVAL
IS HARDLY OUR CONCERN.
HUH.
NO, OF COURSE NOT.
WHAT YOU CARE ABOU IS TAKING YOUR RICH GUYS
HUNTING AND FISHING.
COLONEL CARILLO:
POR FAVOR.
SENORITA, CONTINUE.
I'M LISTENING.
I PROPOSE YOU LE THE APACHE SCOUTS
TAKE HER BACK
TO HER PEOPLE.
WHEN YOUR TROOPS ARRIVE,
AN EXPEDITION CAN FOLLOW
AT A REASONABLE DISTANCE
BEHIND.
WHEN CONTACT WITH HER TRIBE
IS MADE,
A TRADE COULD BE EFFECTED:
THE GIRL FOR THE HUERTA BOY.
THE SCOUTS ARE INDIANS,
TOO.
WHAT'S TO PREVENT THEM
FROM LETTING HER GO?
OR JOINING THE BRONCO APACHES
THEMSELVES?
MARGARET:
I TRUST THEM.
I BELIEVE THEM
TO BE MEN OF HONOR.
CHIEF GATLIN: HONORABLE REDSKINS,
THAT'S A LAUGH.
COLONEL CARILLO:
POLICE CHIEF GATLIN MAKES A VALID POINT.
NED AND I WILL GO ALONG.
I'M SURE HIS NEWSPAPER
WOULD LOVE IF HE COVERED IT.
NED:
WHAT IF A TRADE ISN'T ENOUGH?
WHAT IF THEY KIDNAPPED
THE BOY FOR RANSOM?
MARGARET: OH. NED, THEY DON' WANT MONEY, THEY WANT A TRIBE.
THEIR PEOPLE ARE
BEING SLAUGHTERED.
ABDUCTING A MALE CHILD...
IN TIME, THE CHILD WILL
FORGET WHO HE WAS,
WILL BECOME ONE OF THEM,
WILL PROCREATE.
THAT'S WHERE THEY ARE,
IN THEIR STRUGGLE
TO SURVIVE.
TOLLEY: GILES, I CAN UNDERSTAND YOUR
BEING CRAZY ENOUGH TO DO THIS -
YOU COULD HAVE MATERIAL
THAT GETS YOU HIRED
BY THE CHICAGO TRIBUNE,
ASSUMING YOU MAKE I OUT OF THIS ALIVE.
BUT MARGARET,
FOR GOD'S SAKE,
YOU DON'T HAVE TO RISK LIFE
AND LIMB
TO WRITE A DOCTORAL THESIS.
MARGARET:
NO, BUT I WANT TO.
IF CONTACT IS MADE
WITH THE BRONCO APACHES,
IT'LL BE AN INCREDIBLE COUP.
RIGHT. YOU COULD GE THEIR VITAL STATISTICS
WHILE THEY ROAST YOU
OVER THE FIRE.
NO ONE IS GOING TO HARM
ANYONE.
THIS IS THE MOST PEACEABLE WAY
TO MAKE CONTAC AND THE BEST HOPE
AT RESCUING THE BOY.
NED:
YOU SHOULD COME, TOLLEY.
YOU'RE A PAYING VOLUNTEER,
YOU COULD COME IF YOU WANTED.
I SIGNED UP TO ACCOMPANY
AN ARMY,
NOT A COLLEGE STUDEN AND A WAITER.
(CHUCKLES)
I'M SORRY, WHAT WAITER?
MR. PHILLIPS WAS REFERRING
TO ME, MISS,
WHIMSICALLY.
MARGARET:
I SEE.
WELL, MR. BROWNING CAN STAY
WITH THE EXPEDITION
AND MEET UP WITH US
WHEN THEY DO.
FORGET IT.
MARGARET, NED, GODSPEED.
SEND A POSTCARD,
SEE YOU SOON OR IN THE FUTURE,
BUT LEAVE ME OUTTA THIS.
TOLLEY:
BROWNING?!
BROWNING: EXCUSE ME, MISS.
EXCUSE ME, SIR.
WHAT IF THEY'RE NOT BUTCHERED
AND FED TO THE COYOTES?
WHAT IF THEY SUCCEED?
WHAT IF THEY FIND THA LITTLE BOY WITHOUT ME?
THEN I'LL HAVE COME HERE
FOR NOTHING.
THEY DID INVITE YOU
TO JOIN THEM, SIR.
TO FACE HOSTILE SAVAGES
WITHOUT AN ARMY
TO PROTECT ME.
TO RESCUE A KIDNAPPED CHILD
WITHOUT ANY BLOODSHED.
ALBERT:
NED.
(SPEAKS APACHE)
CHIEF GATLIN:
WHAT THE HELL'S HE DOING?
HE'S A MEDICINE MAN.
OH BROTHER,
THIS IS GETTING NUTTIER
BY THE MINUTE.
ALBERT.
COLONEL CARILLO:
UM, SENORITA?
TAKE THE GIRL
FOR A DAY'S RIDE
AND MAKE CAMP.
IF SHE RECOVERS SUFFICIENTLY
TO TRAVEL,
YOU MOVE ON
AND ATTEMPT TO MAKE CONTAC WITH THE BRONCO APACHES.
COMPRENDE?
UNDERSTOOD.
THANK YOU, COLONEL.
DE NADA.
(HORSE WHINNIES)
NED:
TOLLEY!
TOLLEY:
GOOD MORNING, ALL.
NED:
WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?
I DECIDED TO CAST MY LO WITH THE ADVANCE GUARD.
MARGARET:
TRAVELING LIGHT, I SEE.
JUST BECAUSE WE'RE ENTERING
THE HEART OF DARKNESS
DOESN'T MEAN WE HAVE TO BE
BARBARIANS OURSELVES.
CHIEF GATLIN:
MR. PHILLIPS,
YOUR FATHER WILL HAVE
ALL OUR HEADS
IF ANYTHING HAPPENS TO YOU.
NONSENSE, MY FATHER
WOULD LIKE NOTHING BETTER
THAN FOR ME TO BE CAPTURED
BY THE APACHES
AND STAKED TO AN ANTHILL.
DON'T WORRY,
EVEN IF I DISAPPEAR
WITHOUT A TRACE,
YOU'LL STILL GE YOUR $30 A DAY.
MY FATHER'S GOOD FOR IT.
ARE YOU COMING VOLUNTARILY,
MR. BROWNING?
INDEED, MISS.
IN FACT,
I INSISTED ON IT.
(TALL GRASS RUSTLES)
THE GIRL NEEDS WATER.
THIS IS OUR LAST CHANCE.
IF SHE DOES NOT DRINK,
SHE WILL DIE.
(WATER SLOSHES)
(EXHALES)
WAIT, WHAT'RE YOU DOING?
SHE'S GONNA DROWN.
LEAVE HER.
WE HAVE NO CHOICE.
(GASPS FOR AIR)
(SIGHS WITH RELIEF)
SHE'S LISTENING.
SHE UNDERSTANDS HIM.
ALBERT:
OF COURSE.
SHE'S IN'DEH,
ONE OF THE PEOPLE.
MARGARET:
THIS IS VERY IMPRESSIVE, NED.
DON'T FORGET,
HE CAUGHT THEM
WITH MY FINE BAMBOO
FISHING ROD.
I WAS REFERRING TO NED'S
COOKING SKILLS.
UH, BASICS I PICKED UP
HERE AND THERE.
NOW, DON'T BE MODEST.
BIG-TIME JOURNALIS LIKE YOU?
MUST'VE BEEN IN SOME
OF THE MOST EXCLUSIVE KITCHENS
IN AMERICA.
MR. BROWNING: WILL THE APACHE
GENTLEMEN BE JOINING US FOR DINNER?
I'LL GO FIND OUT.
WE HAVE ENOUGH TROU FOR ALL OF US...
APACHE DON'T EAT FISH.
WE CONSIDER IT UNCLEAN.
(EXHALES, EMBARRASSED)
OF COURSE.
I SHOULD'VE KNOWN.
I'M GLAD MY PROFESSORS
AREN'T HERE.
I'M GLAD, TOO...
I HATED SCHOOL.
WILL YOU JOIN US,
MR. BROWNING?
IT'S NOT MY PLACE,
MISS.
YOU'RE OFF THE CLOCK,
BROWNING,
GRAB A SEAT.
THANK YOU, SIR.
MARGARET: AND AROUND THIS CAMPFIRE,
EVERYONE IS EQUAL.
YOU DON'T NEED TO REFER
TO ANYONE
AS "SIR" OR "MISS"
UNLESS, OF COURSE,
YOU WANT TO.
YOU DON'T NEED TO WAI TO BE ASKED A QUESTION
IN ORDER TO SPEAK,
AND YOU MAY TO EXPRESS
ANY OPINION YOU WISH
ON ANY SUBJECT WHATSOEVER.
UNDERSTOOD?
THANK YOU VERY MUCH, MISS.
TOLLEY:
BRANDY?
MR. BROWNING: VERY KIND OF YOU,
SIR, THANK YOU.
YOUR HEALTH.
TAKING YOU UP ON
YOUR INVITATION TO SPEAK, MISS,
I'M FASCINATED BY YOUR STUDY
OF ANTHROPOLOGY.
I WAS SOMEWHAT OF AN AMATEUR
ETHNOGRAPHER MYSELF
WHILE IN AFRICA
SERVING LORD CROWLEY.
I WAS STRUCK BY THE DIFFERENCE
BETWEEN-
TOLLEY: MISS HAWKINS INVITED
YOU TO SPEAK, BROWNING,
I DON'T THINK SHE EXPECTED
A LECTURE.
I'D LIKE TO HEAR
WHAT MR. BROWNING WAS SAYING.
(SCOFFS) WELL, MR. BROWNING ISN' GOING TO SAY ANYTHING ELSE,
NOT AFTER BEING SHUT UP
BY HIS EMPLOYER.
BUT... (SIGHING)
I CAN IMAGINE
WHAT MR. BROWNING
MUST BE THINKING.
I THINK IT'S GETTING LATE.
WITH YOUR PERMISSION,
SIR...
GOOD NIGHT, BROWNING.
GOOD NIGHT, MISS.
SIR.
GOOD NIGHT, MR.
BROWNING. GOOD NIGHT.
WELL, WE KNOW WHAT MARGARE THINKS ABOUT ME.
WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT ME,
GILES?
I THINK YOU'RE KINDA DRUNK.
AN ASTUTE OBSERVATION.
YOU COULD BE A REAL JOURNALIS SOMEDAY.
SO YOU'RE NOT GONNA ASK
WHAT HE MEANT BY THAT?
I ASSUME IT HAS TO DO
WITH YOUR NOT BEING
A REAL JOURNALIST?
I... I'M A JOURNALIST.
REALLY.
HOW MANY ASSIGNMENTS
HAVE YOU HAD?
COUNTING THIS ONE?
MM.
(CLEARS THROAT)
I'M THAT MUCH OF A PIKER;
YOU SPOTTED IT RIGHT AWAY.
(LAUGHS)
BACK IN SAN PAULO,
YOU OFFERED TO SHARE NOTES
WHILE WE WERE ON
THE EXPEDITION.
NO REPORTER WOULD SHARE
HIS NOTES WITH A STRANGER.
HMM.
WELL,
SEE YOU IN THE MORNING.
(WITH A LAUGH)
NED.
DON'T.
YOU'RE STARTING OUT,
THAT'S ALL.
I HAVEN'T EVEN DONE
THAT MUCH.
MY WHOLE LIFE UNTIL NOW
HAS BEEN LIVED IN SCHOOL.
MY MOTHER DIED
WHEN I WAS SEVEN -
SHE HAD GONE TO SOUTH AMERICA
WITH MY ANTHROPOLOGIST FATHER
AND CONTRACTED MALARIA.
HE STAYED ON AND LIVED THERE
IN THE AMAZON
WITH A PEOPLE
WHOSE EXISTENCE WAS UNKNOWN
TO THE REST OF THE WORLD
UNTIL HE ENCOUNTERED THEM.
I HAVEN'T SEEN HIM
IN ALL THIS TIME
AND YET I INVOKED HIS NAME
TO GET ACCEPTED
BY THIS EXPEDITION.
WOMEN AREN'T USUALLY ALLOWED
TO FIELD STUDY.
SO THAT'S MY STORY,
SUCH AS IT IS.
(HALF LAUGHS)
IT'S MORE EXOTIC THAN MINE.
MY FOLKS DIED IN
THE BIG INFLUENZA EPIDEMIC.
I WAS SENT TO AN ORPHANAGE,
WHICH WASN'T AS BAD
AS IT SOUNDS.
THEY WERE...
THEY WERE PRETTY NICE THERE.
UH...
I WENT TO WORK AT 16
AS A DISHWASHER,
AND I SAVED UP
TO BUY A CAMERA.
WHY?
WHEN YOU SEE SOMETHING,
IT KINDA ISN'T REAL
UNTIL YOU TELL SOMEBODY.
I HAVEN'T HAD ANYONE
TO DO THAT WITH,
SO...
TAKING PICTURES...
MAKES IT REAL FOR ME.
DOES THAT SOUND STRANGE?
NOT AT ALL.
(BREATHES DEEPLY)
I WISH YOU LIKED ME,
MARGARET.
I'M ACTUALLY
QUITE A FINE FELLOW.
I DON'T DISLIKE YOU,
TOLLEY.
IT'S YOUR CLASS
I HAVE PROBLEMS WITH.
THEN YOU'RE AS MUCH OF A SNOB
AS THEY ARE,
JUST IN REVERSE.
YEAH, I NEVER THOUGHT OF I THAT WAY.
WELL, YOU SHOULD.
YOU'RE AN ANTHROPOLOGIST.
YOUR SUPPOSED TO LIKE
EVERYBODY.
(LAUGHS)
AND WHERE DID YOU
GET THAT IDEA?
UH, I MADE IT UP,
JUST NOW.
TOLLEY AND MARGARET:
(LAUGH)
ALL RIGHT THEN.
(CLEARS THROAT)
DO YOU MIND?
OH, I HAVE HAD MY PICTURE
TAKEN MANY TIMES BEFORE.
HOW'D YOU FIRS BECOME A SCOUT?
WELL, AFTER WE SURRENDERED
TO GENERAL CROOK,
WE WERE TAKEN TO LIVE
IN THE AGENCY IN SAN CARLOS.
IT WAS A TERRIBLE PLACE,
HOT AND DRY,
NO GAME TO HUNT,
AND WHEN THE RATIONS
THAT WERE PROMISED US
BY YOUR GOVERNMEN NEVER CAME,
SOME OF US BECAME SCOUTS.
GENERAL CROOK TOOK
GOOD CARE OF US,
AND IT WAS THE ONLY WAY
WE HAD TO BE MEN,
TO BE WARRIORS.
TO HUNT DOWN
THEIR OWN PEOPLE.
MY GRANDSON BELIEVES
THAT I AM A TRAITOR.
THE SCOUTS WERE PROMISED
A RESERVATION OF THEIR OWN.
BUT INSTEAD, WHEN GERONIMO
SURRENDERED FOR A FINAL TIME,
MY GRANDFATHER
AND THE OTHER SCOUTS,
ALONG WITH GERONIMO,
WERE HELD AS PRISONERS OF WAR
FOR 27 YEARS.
WELL, IF YOU HATE THE WHITES
SO MUCH, ALBERT,
WHY'RE YOU HELPING
THEM NOW?
ALBERT:
I'M NOT HERE TO HELP THE WHITE EYES.
I'M HERE 'CAUSE
MY MOTHER ASKED ME
TO WATCH AFTER MY GRANDFATHER.
AND YOU, MR. VALOR,
WHY DID YOU AGREE
TO BE A SCOU ON THIS EXPEDITION?
AH, SOME WHITE EYES CAME
FROM HERE TO OUR RESERVATION
TO ASK IF ANY OF THE OLD-TIME
SCOUTS WERE STILL AROUND.
I AM THE LAST ONE.
NOW, I HAVE A CHANCE TO DO
WHAT I ONCE DID,
TO BE WHO I ONCE WAS...
FOR ONE LAST TIME.
(CRICKETS CHIRP,
BIRDS TWITTER)
(FIRE CRACKLES)
(SNIFFING)
UH-OH, GILES,
YOU MUST BE HER TYPE.
LITTLE MISS?
TOLLEY:
CANDY OR FLOWERS,
YOU CAN'T GO WRONG.
(HALF LAUGHS)
(HORSE WHINNIES)
(GRASS RUSTLES UNDERFOOT)
NED:
WHAT IS THAT?
ALBERT:
WE ARE IN APACHE COUNTRY.
SO IT'S A BOUNDARY MARKER?
ALBERT:
APACHES DON'T MAKE BOUNDARIES.
MARGARET: IT'S SOME SORT OF MESSAGE,
ISN'T IT?
SAYING WHAT?
THEY KNOW WE'RE HERE.
THEY'VE BEEN WATCHING US.
(ROCKS CLUNK)
TOLLEY: HEY,
MAYBE WE SHOULDN'T BUILD A FIRE.
(WOOD CLATTERS)
NED:
THEY ALREADY KNOW WE'RE HERE.
TOLLEY:
I'D RATHER BE SLAUGHTERED IN THE DARK.
I HATE THE SIGH OF BLOOD,
ESPECIALLY MINE.
THEY HAVE NO REASON
TO HARM US -
WE'RE BRINGING THE GIRL
BACK TO THEM.
LET'S HOPE THEY'RE AS LOGICAL
AS YOU ARE.
THE WHITE EYES SLAUGHTER
THE NATIVES
AND STEAL THEIR LAND,
AND THEN THEY HOPE
THEY'RE LOGICAL?
(CAMPFIRE CRACKLES,
COYOTE HOWLS IN THE DISTANCE)
(COYOTE HOWLS,
HORSES WHINNY)
(CAMPFIRE CRACKLES)
WELL, THIS IS JUST GREAT!
OUR BARGAINING CHIP
JUST PLAYED HER OWN HAND.
NED: YOU DIDN'T SEE OR HEAR HER,
JOSEPH?
APACHES COME AND GO
SILENTLY,
LIKE GHOSTS.
WELL, SHE COULD TURN
INTO A REAL GHOST,
WHAT WITH THERE BEING A PRICE
ON APACHE SCALPS.
OH, HER PEOPLE ARE NEARBY,
THEY'LL FIND EACH OTHER.
WE MUST GO BACK NOW.
BUT WE DON'T KNOW
THAT SHE'S WITH HER PEOPLE.
SHE COULD BE HURT!
SHE LEFT HERE ON FOOT,
ANYTHING COULD'VE HAPPENED.
ALBERT:
THIS IS HER COUNTRY.
IF HER PEOPLE FOUND HER,
THEY WON'T ALLOW US
TO FOLLOW.
TOLLEY: OUR GUIDE HAS SPOKEN.
I'M WITH OUR GUIDE.
WHY DON'T WE JUST GO
A LITTLE WAYS -
JUST A LITTLE FARTHER -
AND THEN IF WE SEE NO SIGN
OF HER,
WE CAN TURN AND COME BACK.
I VOTE WE GO BACK NOW.
NOBODY CALLED
FOR A VOTE.
HEY, I'M THE ONLY PAYING MEMBER
OF THIS GROUP.
I CAN VOTE ANYTIME I WANT,
AND I GET THE ONLY VOTE.
WELL, PERFECT.
THEN GOODBYE,
YOU'LL BE MISSED.
MR. BROWNING:
MAY I SPEAK?
NED:
PLEASE DO, MR. BROWNING.
MR. BROWNING: I THINK WE WOULD
DO WELL TO STAY TOGETHER.
AND I CAN SEE NO HARM
IN MISS HAWKINS'S SUGGESTION
OF EXPLORING
A LITTLE FURTHER AHEAD
BEFORE TURNING BACK.
JOSEPH:
ALL RIGHT.
WE WILL TRAVEL
HALF A DAY ONWARD,
BUT NO MORE.
ALBERT: I RESPECT THAT YOU'RE
WORRIED ABOUT THE GIRL, BUT...
I'M WORRIED FOR YOU.
WELL, THAT'S VERY THOUGHTFUL
OF YOU, ALBERT,
BUT YOU REALLY
DON'T NEED-
I DO NEED TO...
'CAUSE NO ONE ELSE WILL.
NOT EVEN YOU.
I'M NOT AFRAID.
THAT'S WHY I AM.
WHAT'S THE HOLD UP?
NOTHING.
WHAT WAS HE SAYING TO YOU?
HE'S JUST CONCERNED
FOR OUR SAFETY.
WELL, HE SHOULD BE.
THAT'S HIS JOB.
(INSECTS BUZZ AND CHIRP)
(TENSE, SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYS)
(BIG, DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYS)
ALBERT!
(YELLING IN APACHE)
OKAY. OKAY.
(GASPS)
(PAINED GRUNTS)
UNHAND HER, SIR!
UNGH!
THAT MAN CAME WITH US
TO SAVE YOUR LIFE,
AND THIS IS HOW
YOU REPAY HIM?!
WE DIDN'T COME HERE
TO HURT ANYBODY!
(PANTS)
JOSEPH!
WHAT'S HAPPENING?
THEY WANT US TO GO
WITH THEM.
AND THEN WHAT?
I DON'T KNOW.
MARGARET: THAT'S IT,
TRY TO GET UP.
TOLLEY:
IS HE OKAY?
YOU GOT HIM?
NED:
BROWNING, CAN YOU WALK?
OKAY. THAT WAS VERY
CHIVALROUS OF YOU
TO COME TO MY DEFENSE,
MR. BROWNING.
ALL:
(BREATHING HEAVILY)
MARGARET:
YOU'LL BE ALL RIGHT.
(EAGLE CRIES)
(BIRDS TWITTER AND CHIRP)
I'M ALL RIGHT.
THANK YOU.
PLEASE, MR. PHILLIPS,
JUST LEAVE ME BY THE SIDE
OF THE TRAIL.
FORGET IT, BROWNING.
YOU'RE GONNA SEE
HOW AN HONORABLE EMPLOYER
BEHAVES.
ALBERT:
NED.
MR. BROWNING:
(GRUNTS) THANK YOU.
(LOW HUM OF VILLAGE CHATTER)
INCREDIBLE.
ALBERT:
IT'S A TRAVELING CAMP.
THEIR HOME MUST BE
UP IN THE MOUNTAINS.
YOU MEAN WE'RE NO AT OUR DESTINATION?
NO, WE'RE THERE.
THIS IS JUST AS FAR
AS THEY'RE TAKING US.
TOLLEY: YOU MADE IT ALIVE, MR.
BROWNING.
MUCH OBLIGED, SIR.
(HOOVES CLOP,
VILLAGERS CHATTER)
IS THAT WHO
I THINK IT IS?
MARGARET:
HE LOOKS JUST LIKE HIS PICTURE.
NED:
DON'T ALL LOOK AT ONCE,
BUT THE HUERTA KID
IS STANDING OVER THERE
WITH THE WOMEN AND CHILDREN.
TOLLEY:
SO HOW DO WE BARGAIN FOR HIM NOW?
WE'LL FIGURE SOMETHING OU IN THE NEXT FEW DAYS.
HOW YOU'RE GONNA
GET OUTTA HERE
BY TOMORROW MORNING -
WITH OR WITHOUT THE BOY.
WE CAN'T LEAVE
WITHOUT THE BOY.
THEY PLAN ON KILLING YOU
IN THE MORNING -
THE THREE OF YOU.
I TOLD THEM THEIR FATE.
TELLING THEM
WILL NOT CHANGE IT.
NOMADIC PEOPLE DON'T IMPRISON
THEIR MALE CAPTIVES,
THEY KILL THEM.
IS THAT THEIR INTENTION?
YOU KNOW MORE
THAN YOU'VE SAID.
YOU'RE RIGHT...
ABOUT ALL OF IT.
MARGARET:
AND THE LEADER,
WHAT DOES HE HAVE IN MIND
FOR ME?
TO BE HIS SLAVE
AND BEAR HIS CHILDREN.
SO HOW DO WE GET OUT OF HERE?
THERE IS NO ESCAPE.
THE WHITE MEN WILL BE DEAD
IN THE MORNING
AND WE WILL BE CAPTIVES
FOR THE REST OF OUR LIVES.
(LABORED BREATHS,
PAINED MOANS)
OKAY.
PLEASE, GENTLEMEN,
PLEASE DON'T FUSS OVER ME.
I'M PERFECTLY FINE.
IT'S NO FUSS,
BROWNING.
GILES AND I ARE COMPETING
TO PROVE WHO'S MORE HONORABLE.
IT'S A TIE, SIR.
DEFINITELY A TIE.
NED:
JUST...
REST, IF YOU CAN.
OKAY, MR. BROWNING?
AFTER TOMORROW,
THE THREE OF US WILL BE
FACING ETERNAL REST.
ENOUGH OF THAT.
WE'RE GONNA BE OUTTA HERE
BEFORE THEN.
YOU GENTLEMEN HAVE A PLAN?
SURE. SURE WE HAVE A PLAN.
WE'RE JUST WORKING OU THE DETAILS.
(HUM OF CHATTER)
NO. NO, STOP!
(STRUGGLING GRUNTS)
ARE YOU ALL RIGHT?
I'M OKAY.
NO ONE HAS HURT ME.
HOW IS MR. BROWNING?
SLEEPING.
HE DOESN'T LOOK
SO GOOD.
YOUR GRANDFATHER IS RESIGNED
TO THE DEATHS
OF OUR FRIENDS TOMORROW.
IS THAT HOW YOU FEEL,
TOO?
WELL, IT SHOULD BE,
I'M FULL-BLOODED APACHE.
BUT I WENT TO YOUR SCHOOLS.
I WAS TAUGHT TO VALUE
THE LIVES OF WHITE EYES,
FAR BEYOND
THEIR ACTUAL WORTH.
WELL, THANK YOU VERY MUCH.
I DIDN'T MEAN YOU.
I'M WHITE.
YOU'RE DIFFEREN FROM OTHER WHITES.
ALBERT,
WOULD YOU ASK HER
WHICH ONE OF THESE
IS HER MOTHER.
HER MOTHER AND SISTER WERE
KILLED BY MEXICAN SOLDIERS.
THAT'S HOW SHE'S BEEN
SEPARATED FROM THE TRIBE.
YOU POOR CHILD.
WHAT IS SHE CALLED
BY HER PEOPLE?
CHIDEH.
CHIDEH.
IT MEANS "BLACKBIRD."
MY LITTLE BLACKBIRD.
ALBERT:
SHE WANTS TO KNOW YOUR NAME.
MARGARET.
MAR-GA-RET.
SHE WANTS TO KNOW
WHAT IT MEANS.
I'M AFRAID IT DOESN' MEAN ANYTHING,
IT'S JUST A NAME.
(KNOCKING ON TENT,
APACHE CALLS OUT)
(KNOCKING)
WELL, MARGARET,
I SEE YOU'VE GONE NATIVE.
THOUGH NATIVE OF WHA I'M NOT QUITE SURE.
I THINK YOU LOOK BEAUTIFUL.
THANK YOU, NED.
EVERYTHING HERE IS SO...
ECLECTIC;
STOLEN, I IMAGINE,
OVER THE YEARS,
FROM RAIDS ON MEXICAN
VILLAGES...
TOLLEY:
I HATE INTERRUPTING YOUR DISSERTATION,
BUT HAVE YOU FORGOTTEN
THAT YOUR FRIENDS ARE SCHEDULED
TO BE MURDERED
IN THE MORNING?
NO, I HAVEN'T FORGOTTEN.
HEY, IT'S WHAT SHE DOES,
OKAY?
IF THEY HADN'T SWIPED
MY CAMERA,
I'D BE TAKING PICTURES
RIGHT NOW.
WELL, IF YOU'RE LUCKY,
YOU'LL FIND YOUR CAMERA
BEFORE DAWN
AND THEN YOU CAN PHOTOGRAPH
YOUR OWN DISEMBOWELMENT.
ALBERT:
HE'S CALLED INDIO JUAN.
HE'S THE UNOFFICIAL LEADER.
HE DOESN'T SEEM
VERY POPULAR,
BUT THEY'RE AFRAID
OF HIM.
TOLLEY: I'M THE IDIOT WHO HAD
TO GO AND BRING MY BEST APPAREL
INTO THE WILDERNESS.
ANYTHING THEY DON'T USE
RIGHT AWAY,
THEY'LL JUST THROW OUT.
WE'LL GET YOUR CAMERA BACK,
AND YOUR FILM
AND NOTEBOOKS.
JUST GIVE IT TO MARGARET.
SHE'LL FIND A USE FOR IT.
DON'T BE SUCH A FATALIST,
NED.
A WAY OU WILL PRESENT ITSELF.
ALBERT...
HOW WILL THEY DO IT?
KILL US, I MEAN.
ALBERT:
THE WOMEN WILL DO IT.
IN THIS WAY, THEY'LL AVENGE
THE ATTACK ON THE VILLAGE
BY THE MEXICAN SOLDIERS.
TOLLEY:
BUT HOW WILL THEY DO IT?
WILL IT BE QUICK OR SLOW?
PAINLESS OR...
EXCRUCIATING?
IT WILL BE... LONG
AND AS PAINFUL AS POSSIBLE.
MARGARET:
ALBERT, STOP.
IT'S NOT GOING
TO HAPPEN.
WE'LL THINK OF SOMETHING.
(CRICKETS CHIRP,
FIRE CRACKLES)
JOSEPH:
THE SPANISH CAME UP FROM THE SOUTH,
THOUSANDS OF THEM
IN THEIR SUITS OF ARMOR.
THEY SLAUGHTERED
AND ENSLAVED OUR PEOPLE.
THOSE WHO SURVIVED
HARDENED INTO A NATION
OF RAIDERS AND WARRIORS.
WE RAIDED THE MISSIONS
AND THE PRESIDIOS,
KILLED THE SOLDIERS
AND THE BLACK ROBES,
TOOK THEIR STOCK,
MADE CAPTIVE THE WOMEN
AND CHILDREN.
IN THIS WAY,
WE DROVE THE SPANISH,
FINALLY, FROM OUR LAND.
AND SO, FOR A TIME,
WE RULED THIS COUNTRY
THAT OTHERS CALLED "APACHERIA."
NOW...
THIS IS ALL THAT'S LEFT OF US.
I SHOULD'VE BEEN ABLE
TO PROTECT YOU.
SOME HERO
I TURNED OUT TO BE.
MARGARET:
I THINK YOU'VE BEEN VERY COURAGEOUS.
YOU AND TOLLEY.
I HEARD MY NAME.
WHAT FRESH INSUL DID I MISS?
SHE WAS COMMENDING
OUR COURAGE.
TOLLEY:
AH.
THIS IS WHAT IT TAKES
TO GET A KIND WORD
FROM THE LADY ANTHROPOLOGIST?
YOU HAVE ALL SHOWN COURAGE.
OH, PLEASE, DON'T YOU STAR GETTING SENTIMENTAL.
FIGURE A WAY OUTTA THIS.
OH, RIGHT,
THEY FOUND MY COGNAC.
JUST WHAT WE NEED.
THIS MIGHT NOT BE
A BAD THING.
IF YOU LIVE TO SEE THEM
CRAZY DRUNK,
MOST OF THEM
WILL PASS OUT COLD.
OH YEAH, AND THEN WE MAKE
OUR BIG ESCAPE.
THAT'D BE A GOOD TIME,
YES.
(TRIBAL DRUM BEATS,
MAN SINGS)
(NATIVE SINGING AND DRUMMING)
(DRUM BEATS LOUDLY)
(INDIO JUAN YELLS ANGRILY)
WHAT'S HAPPENING?
YOU'VE BEEN SAVED.
THE GIRL WAS DOING
THE MARRIAGE DANCE.
THEY CAN'T KILL YOU
IF SHE'S CHOSEN YOU
TO BE HER HUSBAND.
TOLLEY: GEE,
MAYBE WE COULD HAVE A DOUBLE CEREMONY -
YOUR WEDDING AND OUR FUNERAL.
I HAD NO IDEA
WHAT WAS GOING ON.
HE KNOWS THAT, NED.
SO...
WHEN IS THIS WEDDING
SUPPOSED TO HAPPEN?
APACHES ARE PRETTY CASUAL
ABOUT THESE THINGS.
YOU'RE MARRIED.
NED:
BUT I DON'T WANT TO BE MARRIED.
NOT TO HER -
SHE'S A KID.
SHE'S AN APACHE.
YOU'D RATHER BE DEAD
THAN MARRIED TO AN APACHE?
ALBERT,
HE DIDN'T SAY THAT.
YES, HE DID.
NO.
COME HERE.
COME HERE.
(HUM OF DRUNKEN CHATTER)
REST, GRANDFATHER.
I WAS TRUSTED
TO BE THEIR GUIDE
AND LOOK WHERE I LED THEM.
I HAVE NO RIGH TO SLEEP.
YOU TOLD THEM TO GO BACK.
BUT I LET THEM GO
FORWARD.
JUST TRY AND GET SOME SLEEP.
ALL THEY CAN DO NOW
IS WAIT.
THANK YOU,
MY GRANDSON.
(LIVELY CHATTER
THROUGHOUT VILLAGE)
MARGARET: I WISH YOU'D EAT SOMETHING,
MR. BROWNING.
IT REALLY IS
QUITE TASTY.
EVEN I CLEANED MY PLATE
AND YOU KNOW
HOW FINICKY I AM.
YES...
YES, INDEED.
BROWNING,
YOU WERE TRYING TO TELL
A STORY THE OTHER NIGHT,
OR RELATE SOMETHING...
SOMETHING ABOUT AFRICA.
I'D LIKE YOU TO TELL IT.
I REALLY WANNA HEAR IT.
OH...
OH, DEAR...
I DON'T...
I DON'T REMEMBER, SIR.
TOLLEY:
I MADE YOU CLAM UP.
BUT I WANT YOU TO TALK NOW,
TO SAY WHAT YOU WANTED
TO SAY.
I, I CAN'T RECALL, SIR.
ALBERT:
MR. BROWNING,
YOU WOULD'VE MADE
A GOOD APACHE.
YOU KEEP YOUR THOUGHTS
AND FEELINGS TO YOURSELF.
I TAKE THAT AS A COMPLIMENT,
SIR.
NO OFFENSE, ALBERT,
BUT I HAVEN'T NOTICED
YOU KEEPING YOUR FEELINGS
TO YOURSELF.
I'VE SPENT TOO MUCH TIME
WITH YOUR PEOPLE.
BLAH, BLAH, BLAH...
CONVERSATION IS WHAT SEPARATES
HUMANS FROM THE ANIMALS.
ALL LIVING CREATURES
COMMUNICATE,
IN ONE WAY OR ANOTHER.
PERHAPS LANGUAGE
IS OVERRATED.
MR. BROWNING:
WE DIDN'T SPEAK THE SAME LANGUAGE.
SHE SPOKE... FRENCH.
I ONLY KNEW A FEW WORDS,
BUT IT DIDN'T MATTER...
WORDS DIDN'T MATTER.
IT WAS LOVELY,
THE WHOLE TIME...
SUCH A BRIEF TIME.
I LOVED HER, YOU KNOW.
MR. BROWNING?
BROWNING?
BROWNING?!
(SHAKY, TEARY BREATHS)
I'M SORRY.
(SNIFFLES SADLY)
TOLLEY:
WHICH ONE OF YOU WAS IT?
WHICH ONE OF YOU HIT HIM
WITH THE ROCK?
YOU WANT ME TO LET YOU GO?
(SNIFFLES)
NO.
(EXHALES)
TOLLEY: WHAT'RE YOU GONNA DO,
SHOOT ME?
THEN SHOOT ME, DAMMIT!
(HARD WHACK,
TOLLEY CRIES OUT IN PAIN)
STAY HERE.
TOLLEY:
(HOWLS IN PAIN)
GUARD:
AHH!
(PAINED)
UNGH!
TOLLEY:
(IN PAIN) AAHHHHHHHHHHH!
(PAINED MOANS AND GRUNTS)
HELP!
AAAAHHHHHH!
(HOWLS IN PAIN)
UNTIE HIM, NED.
NED:
GO... GO!
THIS IS IT,
WE SHOULD GO!
ALL OF US, NOW!
THE BOY,
WE HAVE TO GET THE BOY!
MARGARET:
HURRY!
ALBERT: MARGARET,
GRANDFATHER, COME ON!
GOT HIM!
MARGARET:
NED, HURRY!
LISTEN, I'M GONNA TAKE YOU
TO YOUR PAPA, OKAY?
OKAY.
(WEAPON WHOOSHES THROUGH AIR
AND CLUNKS HEAVILY)
NED...
TOLLEY...
(TIGHT EXHALE)
MARGARET:
NOOO!
HERE.
GO! GO!
MARGARET: NO, ALBERT,
WE'RE NOT LEAVING WITHOUT YOU.
NED, DAMMIT,
TAKE HER! GO!
NED: COME ON.
JOSEPH: NO!
JOSEPH:
TAKE HER, NED.
GET AWAY WHILE YOU CAN! NOW!
NED:
HEY.
SADDLES.
PUT THE SADDLE ON THE HORSE.
COME ON!
ALBERT AND LEADER:
(TIGHT BREATHS, FIGHTING GRUNTS)
ALBERT:
(LUNGING GRUNTS)
ALBERT AND LEADER:
(FIGHTING GRUNTS)
NED:
GO. GO.
(HOOFBEATS THUNDER)
MARGARET:
LOOK, THERE IS YOUR FATHER.
GERALDO!
GERALDO:
PAPA! PAPA! PAPA!
FERNANDO:
GRACIAS.
COLONEL CARILLO: MR.
PHILLIPS AND HIS VALET DID NOT SURVIVE?
NO.
SO THERE'S NO ONE UP THERE
BUT APACHES.
OUR GUIDES ARE STILL THERE -
MR. VALOR AND HIS GRANDSON,
ALBERT.
LIKE I SAID,
ONLY APACHES.
COLONEL CARILLO:
MY TROOPS WILL BE HERE TOMORROW,
READY TO MOVE AHEAD.
IF ANY OF YOUR GUESTS
WISH TO JOIN US,
THEY ARE STILL WELCOME.
WAIT A MINUTE,
WHAT'RE YOU TALKING ABOUT?
THE BOY'S HERE,
WE BROUGHT HIM BACK.
THE WILD APACHES HAVE
BEEN TERRORIZING
THIS REGION LONG ENOUGH.
NOW WE CAN END IT.
THIS MISSION WAS ORGANIZED
TO RESCUE A KIDNAPPED CHILD.
YOU CAN'T JUST GO
UP THERE NOW
FOR NO GOOD REASON
AND SLAUGHTER APACHES.
OH, ABSOLUTAMENTE,
SENORITA HAWKINS.
NOW THERE IS NO REASON
NOT TO.
CHIEF GATLIN:
GO TO THE MESS TENT,
GET YOURSELVES SOMETHING TO EA AND HAVE A GOOD REST.
YOU'LL GUIDE US BACK THERE
WHEN THE ARMY GETS HERE.
I FEEL AS ROTTEN ABOUT I AS YOU DO,
BUT THERE'S NOTHING
WE CAN DO ABOUT IT NOW.
TOLLEY IS DEAD,
ALBERT'S PROBABLY DEAD,
AND HIS GRANDFATHER IS OLD
AND WON'T LIVE LONG ANYWAY.
WE CAN'T JUST ASSUME
THAT ALBERT IS DEAD.
I MEAN HE WAS ALIVE
THE LAST TIME WE SAW HIM.
HE WAS ABOUT TO FIGH A BRUTAL SAVAGE,
TO THE DEATH.
IF I HAD TO PUT MY MONEY
ON ONE OF 'EM...
ARE YOU REALLY
THAT UNFEELING,
OR ARE YOU JUST AFRAID
TO GO BACK?
GO BACK?
WE BARELY GOT OUT OF THERE
AND YOU WANNA GO BACK?!
ALBERT AND JOSEPH,
IF THEY ARE STILL ALIVE,
WILL BE KILLED BY SOLDIERS.
AND SAME FOR THE GIRL,
JUST LIKE HER MOTHER
AND SISTER WERE.
THEY WILL DIE
IF WE DO NOTHING.
WE TOOK HER BACK
TO HER PEOPLE.
WHATEVER HAPPENS NOW
IS NOT OUR RESPONSIBILITY.
IT IS OUR RESPONSIBILITY.
IT WASN'T, BUT IT IS.
IT'S OUR RESPONSIBILITY
BECAUSE WE CAN WARN THEM,
WE CAN GIVE THEM MORE TIME
TO ESCAPE,
TO GO BACK INTO THE MOUNTAINS,
REJOIN THEIR TRIBE.
NO!
YOU CAN CALL ME A COWARD,
YOU CAN CALL ME
WHATEVER YOU WANT,
BUT I REFUSE TO GO BACK
TO A PLACE
I BARELY ESCAPED FROM.
I'M SORRY.
(CRICKETS CHIRP)
NED?
WHERE'S THE RIFLE, NED?
I NEED IT.
FOR WHAT?
I'M GOING BACK, NED.
NO, YOU'RE NOT.
YOU HAVE NO SAY IN THIS!
STOP IT!
I AM NOT GONNA LET ANYTHING
HAPPEN TO YOU.
I'M GOING BACK, NED.
I HOPE I DON'T HAVE
TO USE THIS.
MARGARET:
JOSEPH.
HELLO, BLACKBIRD.
MARGARET:
IS HE...?
MARGARET.
ALBERT...
YOU'RE ALIVE.
DOES THAT MEAN...?
JOSEPH: MY GRANDSON IS NOW
LOOKED UPON BY THESE PEOPLE
AS THEIR LEADER.
TOLLEY AND MR. BROWNING.
WHERE'D YOU STICK
INDIO JUAN?
APACHES DO NOT BURY
THEIR DEAD.
INDIO JUAN IS NOW ONE
WITH NATURE.
NATURE CAN HAVE HIM.
WE CAME HERE
TO WARN YOU.
NED:
THE SOLDIERS WILL BE COMING.
BUT THE MEXICAN BOY...
THE BOY'S OUTTA THE WAY.
NOW THEY CAN COME
AND DO THEIR WORST.
JOSEPH:
THEN WE MUST LEAVE HERE,
GO INTO THE MOUNTAINS,
TO THE APACHES' RANCHERIA,
WHERE SOLDIERS WILL NOT COME.
THEY CAN ALL DO THAT.
YOU,
YOU AND ALBERT COME
WITH MARGARET AND ME.
MY GRANDFATHER INTENDS
TO STAY WITH THE PEOPLE.
SO DO I.
NED:
THAT'S CRAZY.
THAT'S CRAZY!
MARGARET, TELL THEM.
I'M GOING WITH THEM,
NED.
WHEN DID YOU DECIDE THIS?
JUST NOW.
I DON'T UNDERSTAND.
I KNOW,
I KNOW HOW IT SOUNDS.
BUT THIS IS MY CHANCE.
IT'S MY CHANCE TO WRITE
THE DEFINITIVE STUDY
OF THE BRONCO APACHES.
THEY'LL VANISH ONE DAY
AND THEIR STORIES
WILL VANISH WITH THEM -
THEIR HISTORY,
THEIR CULTURE.
I CAN HELP PRESERVE I TO SOME EXTENT.
I CAN TRY, AT LEAST.
ALBERT, TALK SENSE TO HER,
PLEASE.
YOU SHOULD UNDERSTAND BY NOW
THAT MISS HAWKINS
KNOWS HER OWN MIND.
NED...
WILL I EVER SEE YOU AGAIN?
EVER IS A LONG TIME.
IT'S LONGER THAN THEIR WORLD
WILL LAST.
ONE... ONE LAST PICTURE?
OF COURSE.
OH, CHIDEH, IT'S ALL RIGHT.
COME JOIN US.
(SHUTTER SNAPS)
(SHUTTER SNAPS)
SO WHAT'S BECOME OF THEM?
I DON'T KNOW.
I'D LIKE TO BELIEVE
THEY'RE STILL SURVIVING,
SAFE FROM THE OUTSIDE WORLD,
AT LEAST FOR NOW.
THE PHOTOS ARE BEAUTIFUL.
AND YOU HAD SOME OTHER
NICE PHOTOS,
IN THE TRIBUNE LAST WEEK,
OF THE GREAT LAKES
FISHERMEN.
THERE'S A LO WE DON'T KNOW
ABOUT THE LIVES
OF OTHER PEOPLE.
THERE'S A LOT MORE WORLDS
FOR ME TO EXPLORE.
I'M SORRY,
WOULD YOU EXCUSE ME
FOR A MINUTE?
I WAS HOPING YOU'D MAKE IT.
MR. PHILLIPS:
HE CUTS A HEROIC FIGURE IN YOUR STORIES
AND IN YOUR PICTURES.
HE IS A HERO.
HE DIED TO PROVE HIMSELF
TO ME.
NO, HE LIVED
TO PROVE HIMSELF.
HE DIDN'T MEAN TO DIE.
MR. PHILLIPS:
I'D...
I'D LIKE TO BUY THIS.
IT'S NOT FOR SALE.
THANK YOU.
YOU'RE WELCOME.
(LOW HUM OF CHATTER)
(CARRIAGE RATTLES ALONG)
WOMAN:
EPA! EPA... EPA... EPA...
CUIDADO, FERNANDO.
(BE CAREFUL, FERNANDO)
GERALDO, QUEDATE QUIETO.
(GERALDO, STAY STILL)
POR FAVOR, SENORITA!
NO! FERNANDO!
(SCREAMING)
GERALDO:
PAPA!
(GRUNTS OF EFFORT)
(IN PAIN)
UNGH!
GERLADO...
(TRAIN PASSES BY)
(BIG BAND MUSIC PLAYS)
PHOTO EDITOR: AS I NOTED LAST TIME, MR.
GILES,
YOU'VE AN EYE
FOR PHOTOGRAPHY,
BUT NOT MUCH OF A NOSE
FOR NEWS.
THESE ARE FAMILIAR SIGHTS,
BUT THERE'S NOT A UNIQUE
PERSPECTIVE IN THE BUNCH.
SIR, I'LL TAKE PICTURES
OF ANYTHING YOU WANT,
IF YOU HIRE ME -
ANYTHING AND EVERYTHING.
WE'RE NOT IN THE BUSINESS
OF TEACHING PHOTOGRAPHERS
HOW TO THINK.
COME BACK WITH
A NEW PORTFOLIO,
SOMETHING FRESH,
AND I'LL GIVE YOU
ANOTHER LOOK.
GENTLEMEN,
ANYTHING ELSE?
TOLLEY:
JUST A SIDE ORDER OF HUMBLE PIE.
MR. PHILLIPS: NOTHING ELSE RIGHT NOW,
NED, THANK YOU.
EVERYTHING IS A JOKE
TO YOU.
I'VE SPENT ALL MORNING
TELLING YOU I'M SORRY, DAD.
I'VE RUN OUT OF WAYS
TO SAY IT.
MY FRIENDS ALL BURS WITH PRIDE
WHEN THEIR SONS
ARE WRITTEN ABOUT.
BUT I HAVE TO PAY OFF
REPORTERS
TO KEEP YOUR NAME
OUT OF THE PAPERS.
SHE SAID SHE WAS 19.
A GENTLEMAN TAKES A LADY
AT HER WORD.
THAT GIRL WAS NO LADY
AND SHE NEVER WILL BE.
AND YOU,
I'M AFRAID TO SAY,
ARE NO ONE'S IDEA
OF A GENTLEMAN.
I MAY HAVE MY FAILINGS -
ALL RIGHT,
I MAY HAVE MORE THAN MY SHARE,
BUT I AM A GENTLEMAN,
AT ALL TIMES.
YOU HAVE TO GIVE ME THAT.
AT LEAST GIVE ME THAT.
THE FOOD'S GETTING COLD.
TOLLEY:
WHAT'S SO FASCINATING?
(READING) "...TO RESCUE THE
YOUNG SON OF A MEXICAN RANCHER
FROM THE CLUTCHES
OF WILD APACHES.
THE COMPANY WILL BE
A VOLUNTEER MILITIA UNI OF THE MEXICAN ARMY.
THE EXPEDITION WILL
BEGIN IN SAN PAULO..."
BLAH, BLAH, BLAH...
OH.
"ONLY GENTLEMEN WITH STRONG
REFERENCES WILL BE ACCEPTED."
STRONG REFERENCES...
THAT LEAVES ME OUT.
LEAVES YOU OUT?
WHY WOULD YOU WANT IN?
TO PHOTOGRAPH IT.
WHAT A STORY.
THAT COULD BE MY TICKE TO A JOB AT THE TRIBUNE.
TOLLEY:
A BUNCH OF RICH IDIOTS
RIDING TO THE RESCUE
ON THEIR POLO PONIES?
SOUNDS MORE LIKE SOMETHING
FOR THE FUNNY PAPERS.
NO, IT DOESN'T HAVE
TO BE THAT WAY.
IT COULD BE HEROIC,
THE STUFF OF LEGEND -
LIKE THE CHARGE
OF THE LIGHT BRIGADE,
ONLY WITH A BETTER ENDING.
ARE YOU COMING
TO THE OFFICE
OR DO YOU HAVE A RENDEZVOUS
AT YOUR FAVORITE SPEAKEASY?
I'LL SEE YOU AT THE OFFICE,
DAD.
YOU REALLY THINK
I COULD BE HEROIC?
ABSOLUTELY.
OF COURSE, A GENTLEMAN
NEEDS A VALET.
I COULD BE YOUR VALET,
MR. PHILLIPS.
WHY WOULD YOU WANNA DO THAT?
BECAUSE YOU'RE GOING TO
LET ME BRING MY CAMERA.
(CAR PUTTERS PAST)
MR. BROWNING: WE'VE RESERVED
A LOVELY SUITE, MR. PHILLIPS,
WITH AN ADJACENT ROOM
FOR YOUR MAN.
THANKS.
(BELL DINGS)
I TRUST YOUR TRAIN TRIP
WAS SATISFACTORY, SIR?
WELL, THEY HAVE TO BE
NICE TO ME;
MY FAMILY BUIL THE RAILROAD.
THANK YOU.
THIS ROOM IS BIGGER
THAN THE HOUSE I GREW UP IN.
WHAT?
IT'S TIME TO UNPACK.
ME. UNPACK ME.
SORRY.
TOLLEY:
START WITH THIS ONE, HERE.
(WHISTLES)
WOW.
GLASSES?
YOU WILL JOIN ME?
I GUESS.
THAT'S REAL CANADIAN HOOCH.
BEFORE THIS TRIP,
I'VE ONLY HAD BOOTLEG STUFF.
(CHUCKLES)
MAY WE LIVE TO TELL
THE TALE.
TOLLEY: OH, LEAVE IT,
I'LL UNPACK MYSELF.
YOU'LL JUS BOTCH IT UP.
THERE'S ABOUT AN HOUR
BEFORE THE MEETING IN THE LOBBY.
WOULD YOU MIND
IF I TAKE MY CAMERA DOWN
AND STARTED GETTING
SET UP?
TOLLEY:
IF ANYONE GIVES YOU A HARD TIME,
JUST INVOKE MY FAMILY NAME.
THAT USUALLY SHUTS
MOST PEOPLE UP.
DOOR!
OKAY.
WADE: WADE JOHNSON.
SAN PAULO DAILY DISPATCH.
NED GILES.
WHO YOU SHOOTIN' FOR,
NED?
I'M JUST FREELANCE.
OH YEAH.
I CAN'T BELIEVE
I GOTTA GO ALONG ON THIS...
CHASING APACHES
ON HORSEBACK
THROUGH THE GODFORSAKEN
MEXICAN WILDERNESS...
DO YOU HAVE TO GO?
I'M THIS DINKY NEWSPAPER'S
ONLY SHUTTERBUG.
I COULD DO IT.
I COULD PHOTOGRAPH
THE EXPEDITION,
IF YOU DON'T WANT TO.
IS THAT A SERIOUS OFFER?
YES, SIR.
UNLESS YOU DON'T THINK
THAT I CAN.
SURE, YOU CAN.
HELL, YES.
OF COURSE YOU CAN DO IT!
YOU GOT ANY ACTUAL
EXPERIENCE?
WELL,
FOR THE PAST FEW YEARS,
I'VE BELONGED TO A CAMERA CLUB
BACK IN CHICAGO.
NEVER MIND, KID.
LOOK, WHEN WE SELL THIS IDEA
TO MY EDITOR,
YOU BETTER LET ME DO
ALL THE TALKING, OKAY?
HOW MUCH THIS THING WEIGH -
FORTY, FIFTY POUNDS?
I DON'T KNOW,
PROBABLY.
USELESS FOR AN EXPEDITION.
BY THE TIME YOU SET UP
A SHOT,
IT'LL BE LOST.
LOOK, UM...
TELL YOU WHAT.
I'LL LOAN YOU ONE OF MINE.
IT'S LIGHT AND FAST.
THAT'S VERY GENEROUS.
THANK YOU, SIR.
THANK YOU VERY MUCH.
I'M NOT BEING GENEROUS.
I WANNA MAKE SURE YOU COME BACK
WITH SOME DAMN PICTURES.
HEY, LOOK,
THERE'S MY EDITOR.
REMEMBER, YOU'RE A STRINGER
FOR THE TRIB, GOT IT?
OKAY.
COME ON.
(LOW HUM OF CHATTER)
MAKE SURE YOU GE A NICE SHO OF THE MAYOR
AND THE COLONEL.
YEAH.
MAYOR CARGILL: YOU ALL KNOW THE
STORY OF POOR LITTLE GERALDO HUERTA,
TORN FROM THE BOSOM
OF HIS FAMILY
BY BLOODTHIRSTY APACHES,
HIS POOR MOTHER MURDERED
IN THE PROCESS.
LITTLE GERALDO'S FATHER,
SENOR FERNANDO HUERTA,
WANTS US TO HELP HIM RECOVER
HIS BELOVED SON.
AND SO, SIR,
WE WILL NOT RES UNTIL YOUR SON IS SAFE AGAIN
IN YOUR ARMS.
HERE, HERE!
(EVERYONE APPLAUDS)
AND NOW I'D LIKE TO INTRODUCE
THE SUPREME COMMANDER
OF OUR JOIN MEXICAN-AMERICAN FORCES,
COLONEL HERMANHILDO CARRILLO.
(APPLAUSE)
THANK YOU, COLONEL,
THANK YOU.
OUR VOLUNTEERS HAVE BEGUN
TO ARRIVE,
AND THEY REPRESEN SOME OF AMERICA'S
MOST PROMINENT FAMILIES.
(APPLAUSE)
AND WE ARE VERY FORTUNATE
TO HAVE WITH US TODAY
A YOUNG PHOTO JOURNALIST,
NAME OF NED GILES.
HE'S HERE IN SAN PAULO
ON SPECIAL ASSIGNMEN FOR THE CHICAGO TRIBUNE.
(APPLAUSE)
I THINK I GO SOME GOOD SHOTS.
THAT'S SWELL, KID.
YOU'RE DOIN' GREAT.
MAYOR CARGILL: I'D LIKE TO
INTRODUCE POLICE CHIEF GATLIN.
CHIEF GATLIN: PLEASED TO MEET YOU, MR.
GILES.
LIKEWISE.
CHIEF GATLIN: I'M ALSO DIRECTOR
OF PERSONNEL FOR THE EXPEDITION -
YOU'LL WANT TO MENTION THA IN YOUR ARTICLE.
MAYOR CARGILL:
IF YOU COULD MENTION
SOME OF THE GREAT DEALS
ON REAL ESTATE
WE HAVE HERE
IN SAN PAULO,
I'D SURE APPRECIATE IT.
OF COURSE.
MR. GILES.
HELLO.
I'M MARGARET HAWKINS.
THE EXPEDITION HAS ALLOWED ME
TO COME ALONG
AS ITS UNOFFICIAL
ANTHROPOLOGIST.
WHAT I REALLY AM
IS A GRADUATE STUDEN AT THE UNIVERSITY
OF ARIZONA.
TOLLEY:
DON'T TELL HIM TOO MUCH, MISS.
BIG-CITY REPORTERS
LIKE MR. GILES
LIKE TO PLAY FAS AND LOOSE WITH THE FACTS.
MARGARET: AH, MR.
GILES SEEMS TO HAVE AN HONEST FACE.
TOLLEY:
OH, THEY ALL DO.
TOLLEY PHILLIPS.
THE RAILROAD PHILLIPSES?
MAY I BUY YOU A LEMONADE,
MISS HAWKINS?
MARGARET: I CAN BUY MY OWN LEMONADE,
THANK YOU,
BUT YOU'RE WELCOME
TO JOIN ME,
IF YOU LIKE.
TOLLEY:
I'D LIKE.
MR. GILES.
RICH GUYS ALWAYS GE THE PRETTY GIRLS.
(CAR PUTTERS ALONG)
WELL,
THIS IS A BIT CREEPY.
WHY ARE YOU STARING
AT ME?
I POKED MY HEAD IN,
SAW YOU WERE ALONE,
SO I DECIDED TO WAI FOR YOU TO WAKE UP.
YOU SAW I WAS ALONE?
WHAT WERE YOU EXPECTING?
(CLEARS THROAT SUGGESTIVELY)
THE ANTHROPOLOGIST?
MISS HAWKINS PAID
FOR HER OWN LEMONADE
AND THEN RETIRED TO HER ROOM,
HER VIRTUE INTACT.
I DON'T SMELL
MY BREAKFAST.
DID YOU ORDER UP
MY BREAKFAST?
WELL, THAT'S KIND OF WHA I WANTED TO TALK TO YOU ABOUT.
MY BREAKFAST?
NO. I MEAN...
ALL OF IT.
AS YOU KNOW -
AS YOU HEARD -
I WAS HIRED BY THE LOCAL PAPER
TO COVER THE EXPEDITION,
WHICH MEANS I WON'T HAVE TIME
TO BE YOUR... YOUR VALET.
THIS IS YOUR VERSION
OF GIVING ME NOTICE?
YES.
AND BY THE WAY,
I APPRECIATE YOU NOT EXPOSING ME
LAST EVENING
AND I'LL PAY FOR MY ROOM.
I'M NOT THAT PETTY,
SO JUST SHUT UP, OKAY?
OKAY.
OKAY. WELL, THANK YOU,
MR. PHILLIPS.
TOLLEY:
THAT JUST SOUNDS SILLY,
WHAT WITH YOUR BEING
A BIG CHICAGO REPORTER AND ALL.
CALL ME TOLLEY.
OKAY... TOLLEY.
TOLLEY:
BUT BEFORE YOU ABANDON ME,
RING DOWN AND ORDER US UP
A DECENT BREAKFAST.
HELLO.
MR. GILES,
YOU'RE A REPORTER.
WELL, IT'S QUITE THE SPECTACLE
YOU HAVE TO COVER HERE.
I WAS JUST WANDERING AROUND,
GETTING A SENSE OF IT.
RICH MEN FROM ALL OVER
THE COUNTRY
ARRIVING IN
PRIVATE MOTORCARS,
PRIVATE TRAIN CARS,
PRIVATE AIRPLANES.
YOU KNOW,
I THINK SOME OF THEM
EVEN BROUGH THEIR OWN POLO PONIES -
THERE'S A POLO MATCH
GOING ON RIGHT NOW
AT THE RODEO GROUNDS.
I THINK I'LL PASS.
(CHUCKLING)
YOU KNOW, IF YOU'RE INTERESTED
IN A REAL STORY,
THERE'S A PAIR
OF APACHE SCOUTS
WHO WERE RECRUITED
FROM THE RESERVATION.
THEY'VE BEEN HIRED TO GUIDE
THE EXPEDITION INTO MEXICO.
ONE OF THEM
IS AN OLDER GENTLEMAN
WHO SAYS HE SCOUTED
FOR GENERAL GEORGE CROOK
BACK BEFORE
THE TURN OF THE CENTURY.
WOW.
YOU'VE GOT THIS
ANTHROPOLOGY THING
PRETTY WELL DOWN.
I'M... I'M TRYING.
SEE, I'M WRITING
MY DISSERTATION
ON THE BRONCO APACHES.
THIS IS MY FIRST TIME
I'M IN THE FIELD.
WELL, MAYBE WE CAN COMPARE NOTES
AS THIS THING GOES ALONG.
I'D LIKE THAT.
LOOK, IF YOU'RE INTERESTED IN
INTERVIEWING THE APACHE SCOUTS,
THEY'RE CAMPED BY THEMSELVES
JUST OUTSIDE OF TOWN.
I WILL.
THEY'RE FRIENDLY, RIGHT?
THEY'RE FRIENDLY APACHES?
WELL, THEY'RE CERTAINLY
FRIENDLIER
THAN THE ONES
WE'RE GOING IN SEARCH OF.
GOOD. THANK YOU.
(WAGON RATTLES ALONG)
EXCUSE ME.
ALBERT:
WHAT DO YOU WANT?
YOU WOULDN'T HAPPEN TO BE
ONE OF THE APACHE GUIDES,
WOULD YOU?
WHAT WERE YOU EXPECTING TO SEE -
WAR PAINT?
OH, I DON'T KNOW...
WHAT I WAS EXPECTING.
UM... WELL, YEAH,
I WAS EXPECTING SOMETHING
A LITTLE MORE TRADITIONAL.
MY NAME IS NED GILES.
I'M WITH THE LOCAL PAPER.
THAT'S OKAY.
I WAS HOPING MAYBE
I COULD TAKE YOUR PHOTOGRAPH?
NO.
IF YOU DON'T LEAVE
HERE RIGHT NOW,
I'M GONNA TAKE THAT CAMERA
AND I'M GONNA SMASH IT.
WELL,
IF YOU WERE TO DO THAT,
YOU'D HAVE TO ANSWER
TO THE SAN PAULO DAILY DISPATCH.
(SCOFFS)
WHAT'S SO FUNNY?
IN THE OLD DAYS,
WE MADE A POIN OF KILLING WHITE EYES
IF THEY SHOWED FEAR.
WE ENJOYED TORTURING THEM
AND KILLING THEM SLOWLY
IN ORDER TO PROLONG
THEIR SUFFERING.
YOU'RE LUCKY THOUGH.
(SCOFFS)
YOU'RE TOO STUPID
TO BE AFRAID OF ME.
JOSEPH:
PLEASE FORGIVE MY GRANDSON,
HE IS AN ANGRY YOUNG MAN.
IT COMES FROM BEING TAKEN AWAY
TO THE INDIAN SCHOOL
WHEN HE WAS A BOY.
BUT NOW THAT HE'S BACK
ON THE RESERVATION,
HE HAS NOTHING BETTER TO DO
BESIDES HATE WHITE PEOPLE.
NO MATTER WHAT HE SAYS,
HE'S NEVER ACTUALLY
KILLED ONE BEFORE.
I AM JOSEPH VALOR
AND THIS IS MY GRANDSON,
ALBERT.
NED:
HI.
WHERE DO YOU WANT US TO STAND
FOR YOUR PHOTOGRAPH?
AH, THERE WOULD BE PERFECT.
(SHUTTER SNAPS)
SORRY TO KEEP YOU WAITING,
MR. PHILLIPS,
MAY I BE OF ASSISTANCE?
TOLLEY: I HOPE SO.
I'M IN NEED OF A VALET.
THE ONE I ARRIVED WITH
HAS CHANGED CAREERS.
WELL, SIR,
AS YOU ARE AWARE,
THIS IS NOT CHICAGO.
A GENTLEMAN'S GENTLEMAN
WOULD STARVE TO DEATH
UNLESS HE FOUND
OTHER EMPLOYMENT,
AS DID I.
YOU'RE A GENTLEMAN'S
GENTLEMAN?
I ARRIVED HERE
WITH MY EMPLOYER,
WHO CAME FOR THE FLY FISHING,
IN OCTOBER OF 1929.
WHILE WE WERE HERE,
THE STOCK MARKET CRASHED
AND MY EMPLOYER
LOST EVERYTHING.
HE TOOK THE NEXT TRAIN
BACK TO BOSTON,
LEAVING ME BEHIND.
WHAT A LOUSE.
OH, NO, SIR.
THE GENTLEMAN'S SITUATION
WAS TRAGIC.
HOW WOULD YOU FEEL
ABOUT RETURNING
TO YOUR OLD PROFESSION,
MR. BROWNING,
STARTING WITH A FORAY
INTO OLD MEXICO?
CHIEF GATLIN:
THE PRESIDENT OF MEXICO
HAS ISSUED THESE SPECIAL
HUNTING PERMITS.
THESE'LL GET YOU
THROUGH CUSTOMS
WITH YOUR SHOTGUNS
AND DEER RIFLES.
MARGARET:
I MUST SAY, MR. BROWNING,
I DON'T UNDERSTAND
WHY YOU WOULD LEAVE
A PERFECTLY GOOD,
WELL-PAYING POSITION
TO BE AT BECK AND CALL
OF A SPOILED PLAYBOY.
I AM A VALET BY TRADE,
MISS.
IT'S WHAT I DO BEST,
AND THERE IS SATISFACTION
IN GETTING TO DO
WHAT ONE DOES BEST.
TOLLEY:
I'M EXPECTED TO RIDE WITH MY PEERS.
DOES ANYBODY CARE
TO COMMENT?
MR. PHILLIPS IS CORRECT, SIR,
NO COMMENT IS NECESSARY.
(BUS HORN TOOTS)
(BUS RUMBLES AWAY)
(BUS RUMBLES LOUDLY)
THANK YOU, MR. GILES.
LOOKS LIKE EVERYTHING
IS SET UP ALREADY.
I DON'T KNOW ABOUT YOU,
BUT I'M STARVED.
MARGARET:
DID YOU LOOK INSIDE THE MESS TENT?
I DON'T THINK THE RUSSIAN CZARS
TRAVELLED THAT WELL.
MR. BROWNING: OH, I UNDERSTAND THEY
TRAVELLED QUITE SPLENDIDLY, MISS.
NED: YEAH,
AND LOOK WHERE IT GOT 'EM.
INDEED, SIR.
DREADFUL FATE.
DECADENCE DEVOURS
EVERYTHING AROUND I AND EVENTUALLY
IT DEVOURS ITSELF.
TOLLEY:
ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT ME?
MR. BROWNING:
IT WAS A REFERENCE TO HISTORY, SIR.
OH. I DIDN'T DO WELL
AT HISTORY.
I'VE ALWAYS PREFERRED
THE HERE AND NOW.
SO YOU'VE ABANDONED
YOUR FAT-CATS
TO SIT OUT HERE
WITH THE WORKING CLASSES?
A PERSON CAN ONLY HAVE
SO MANY CONVERSATIONS
ABOUT TENNIS.
OH, I'M SURE.
YOU SHOULD TRY
SOME OF THIS TEQUILA.
IT'S LEGAL HERE,
BUT YOU WOULDN'T KNOW I FROM THE KICK IT'S GOT.
NO, THANKS.
FINE.
ALL THE MORE FOR ME.
SO WHERE'S THE OLD APACHE
AND HIS GRANDSON?
THEY PREFER TO KEEP
TO THEMSELVES.
I GUESS THAT'S SMART,
WITH EVERYONE HELL-BEN ON KILLING INDIANS.
NOT EVERYONE.
TOLLEY: WELL,
GUESS I'LL BE THE HERO AT THIS TABLE.
THAT'S WHY I CAME
ON THIS TRIP -
TO BE A TRUE BLUE,
ALL-AMERICAN HERO.
RIGHT, GILES?
WELL, SLAUGHTERING NATIVES HAS
MADE HEROES OUT OF LESSER MEN -
WHY NOT YOU?
EXACTLY.
GOOD MORNING,
MR. GILES.
MORNING,
MR. BROWNING.
I WAS AFRAID
I'D OVERSLEPT,
THAT EVERYONE WOULD BE
READY TO HEAD OUT.
YOUR FEAR WAS UNWARRANTED,
SIR.
WHERE'S TOLLEY?
SLEEPING IN.
CONSUMING AN ENTIRE BOTTLE
OF TEQUILA
STRUCK HIM AS A GOOD IDEA
LAST EVENING.
THE MORNING HAS BROUGH A DEGREE OF REGRET.
MISS HAWKINS?
I HAVEN'T SEEN HER TODAY,
SIR.
(FLY BUZZES)
(LOW HUM OF CHATTER)
NED:
CHIEF GATLIN!
GOOD MORNING.
WHEN ARE WE MOVING ON?
WHEN THE MEXICAN ARMY
CONTINGENT GETS HERE.
WHEN'S THAT?
IN A FEW DAYS,
GIVE OR TAKE.
FEW DAYS?
W-WHY ARE WE HERE NOW?
SO OUR PAYING GUESTS
CAN ENJOY THE HUNTIN'
AND FISHIN'.
(SHUTTER SNAPS)
(FIRE CRACKLES NEARBY,
LOW MURMURS)
(INSECTS CHIRP AND TRILL)
(BIRDS AND INSECTS CHIRP)
NED:
MARGARET!
MARGARET:
OH, MY GOD.
I FOUND THIS MEXICAN GIRL
LAYING ON THE GROUND.
(PANTS HEAVILY)
NED, SHE'S NOT MEXICAN,
SHE'S APACHE.
IS SHE ALIVE?
YEAH, SHE'S BREATHING.
I'M TAKING HER
TO THE BASE CAMP.
NO, NO,
THEY'LL MAKE HER A TROPHY.
LET'S TAKE HER TO JOSEPH
AND ALBERT.
(PANTS HEAVILY)
THIS WAY.
ALBERT: MEXICAN SOLDIERS ATTACKED
AN APACHE CAMP TWO WEEKS AGO,
NOT TOO FAR FROM HERE,
KILLING MOSTLY WOMEN
AND CHILDREN.
LOOKS LIKE THIS GIRL
GOT AWAY.
SHE NEEDS FOOD AND WATER.
JOSEPH: FOOD AND WATER WILL
NOT SAVE A BROKEN SPIRIT.
IF SHE CHOOSES TO DIE,
THERE'S NOTHING
THAT CAN BE DONE FOR HER.
WE CAN TAKE HER
TO A HOSPITAL -
WE COULD TAKE HER IN A BUS,
BACK TO SAN PAULO.
NO, YOUR HOSPITALS
CANNOT SAVE HER.
NED: SO SHE'S JUST GONNA DIE,
THERE'S...
YOU HAVE NO SUGGESTIONS,
NOTHING AT ALL?
THERE ONLY CHANCE
SHE HAS TO LIVE...
IF SHE WERE TAKEN HOME
TO HER PEOPLE.
MARGARET: YOU COULD USE HER
TO TRADE FOR THE HUERTA BOY.
OF COURSE,
IF YOU LET HER DIE,
SHE'LL BE OF NO USE
TO YOU.
THE GIRL'S SURVIVAL
IS HARDLY OUR CONCERN.
HUH.
NO, OF COURSE NOT.
WHAT YOU CARE ABOU IS TAKING YOUR RICH GUYS
HUNTING AND FISHING.
COLONEL CARILLO:
POR FAVOR.
SENORITA, CONTINUE.
I'M LISTENING.
I PROPOSE YOU LE THE APACHE SCOUTS
TAKE HER BACK
TO HER PEOPLE.
WHEN YOUR TROOPS ARRIVE,
AN EXPEDITION CAN FOLLOW
AT A REASONABLE DISTANCE
BEHIND.
WHEN CONTACT WITH HER TRIBE
IS MADE,
A TRADE COULD BE EFFECTED:
THE GIRL FOR THE HUERTA BOY.
THE SCOUTS ARE INDIANS,
TOO.
WHAT'S TO PREVENT THEM
FROM LETTING HER GO?
OR JOINING THE BRONCO APACHES
THEMSELVES?
MARGARET:
I TRUST THEM.
I BELIEVE THEM
TO BE MEN OF HONOR.
CHIEF GATLIN: HONORABLE REDSKINS,
THAT'S A LAUGH.
COLONEL CARILLO:
POLICE CHIEF GATLIN MAKES A VALID POINT.
NED AND I WILL GO ALONG.
I'M SURE HIS NEWSPAPER
WOULD LOVE IF HE COVERED IT.
NED:
WHAT IF A TRADE ISN'T ENOUGH?
WHAT IF THEY KIDNAPPED
THE BOY FOR RANSOM?
MARGARET: OH. NED, THEY DON' WANT MONEY, THEY WANT A TRIBE.
THEIR PEOPLE ARE
BEING SLAUGHTERED.
ABDUCTING A MALE CHILD...
IN TIME, THE CHILD WILL
FORGET WHO HE WAS,
WILL BECOME ONE OF THEM,
WILL PROCREATE.
THAT'S WHERE THEY ARE,
IN THEIR STRUGGLE
TO SURVIVE.
TOLLEY: GILES, I CAN UNDERSTAND YOUR
BEING CRAZY ENOUGH TO DO THIS -
YOU COULD HAVE MATERIAL
THAT GETS YOU HIRED
BY THE CHICAGO TRIBUNE,
ASSUMING YOU MAKE I OUT OF THIS ALIVE.
BUT MARGARET,
FOR GOD'S SAKE,
YOU DON'T HAVE TO RISK LIFE
AND LIMB
TO WRITE A DOCTORAL THESIS.
MARGARET:
NO, BUT I WANT TO.
IF CONTACT IS MADE
WITH THE BRONCO APACHES,
IT'LL BE AN INCREDIBLE COUP.
RIGHT. YOU COULD GE THEIR VITAL STATISTICS
WHILE THEY ROAST YOU
OVER THE FIRE.
NO ONE IS GOING TO HARM
ANYONE.
THIS IS THE MOST PEACEABLE WAY
TO MAKE CONTAC AND THE BEST HOPE
AT RESCUING THE BOY.
NED:
YOU SHOULD COME, TOLLEY.
YOU'RE A PAYING VOLUNTEER,
YOU COULD COME IF YOU WANTED.
I SIGNED UP TO ACCOMPANY
AN ARMY,
NOT A COLLEGE STUDEN AND A WAITER.
(CHUCKLES)
I'M SORRY, WHAT WAITER?
MR. PHILLIPS WAS REFERRING
TO ME, MISS,
WHIMSICALLY.
MARGARET:
I SEE.
WELL, MR. BROWNING CAN STAY
WITH THE EXPEDITION
AND MEET UP WITH US
WHEN THEY DO.
FORGET IT.
MARGARET, NED, GODSPEED.
SEND A POSTCARD,
SEE YOU SOON OR IN THE FUTURE,
BUT LEAVE ME OUTTA THIS.
TOLLEY:
BROWNING?!
BROWNING: EXCUSE ME, MISS.
EXCUSE ME, SIR.
WHAT IF THEY'RE NOT BUTCHERED
AND FED TO THE COYOTES?
WHAT IF THEY SUCCEED?
WHAT IF THEY FIND THA LITTLE BOY WITHOUT ME?
THEN I'LL HAVE COME HERE
FOR NOTHING.
THEY DID INVITE YOU
TO JOIN THEM, SIR.
TO FACE HOSTILE SAVAGES
WITHOUT AN ARMY
TO PROTECT ME.
TO RESCUE A KIDNAPPED CHILD
WITHOUT ANY BLOODSHED.
ALBERT:
NED.
(SPEAKS APACHE)
CHIEF GATLIN:
WHAT THE HELL'S HE DOING?
HE'S A MEDICINE MAN.
OH BROTHER,
THIS IS GETTING NUTTIER
BY THE MINUTE.
ALBERT.
COLONEL CARILLO:
UM, SENORITA?
TAKE THE GIRL
FOR A DAY'S RIDE
AND MAKE CAMP.
IF SHE RECOVERS SUFFICIENTLY
TO TRAVEL,
YOU MOVE ON
AND ATTEMPT TO MAKE CONTAC WITH THE BRONCO APACHES.
COMPRENDE?
UNDERSTOOD.
THANK YOU, COLONEL.
DE NADA.
(HORSE WHINNIES)
NED:
TOLLEY!
TOLLEY:
GOOD MORNING, ALL.
NED:
WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?
I DECIDED TO CAST MY LO WITH THE ADVANCE GUARD.
MARGARET:
TRAVELING LIGHT, I SEE.
JUST BECAUSE WE'RE ENTERING
THE HEART OF DARKNESS
DOESN'T MEAN WE HAVE TO BE
BARBARIANS OURSELVES.
CHIEF GATLIN:
MR. PHILLIPS,
YOUR FATHER WILL HAVE
ALL OUR HEADS
IF ANYTHING HAPPENS TO YOU.
NONSENSE, MY FATHER
WOULD LIKE NOTHING BETTER
THAN FOR ME TO BE CAPTURED
BY THE APACHES
AND STAKED TO AN ANTHILL.
DON'T WORRY,
EVEN IF I DISAPPEAR
WITHOUT A TRACE,
YOU'LL STILL GE YOUR $30 A DAY.
MY FATHER'S GOOD FOR IT.
ARE YOU COMING VOLUNTARILY,
MR. BROWNING?
INDEED, MISS.
IN FACT,
I INSISTED ON IT.
(TALL GRASS RUSTLES)
THE GIRL NEEDS WATER.
THIS IS OUR LAST CHANCE.
IF SHE DOES NOT DRINK,
SHE WILL DIE.
(WATER SLOSHES)
(EXHALES)
WAIT, WHAT'RE YOU DOING?
SHE'S GONNA DROWN.
LEAVE HER.
WE HAVE NO CHOICE.
(GASPS FOR AIR)
(SIGHS WITH RELIEF)
SHE'S LISTENING.
SHE UNDERSTANDS HIM.
ALBERT:
OF COURSE.
SHE'S IN'DEH,
ONE OF THE PEOPLE.
MARGARET:
THIS IS VERY IMPRESSIVE, NED.
DON'T FORGET,
HE CAUGHT THEM
WITH MY FINE BAMBOO
FISHING ROD.
I WAS REFERRING TO NED'S
COOKING SKILLS.
UH, BASICS I PICKED UP
HERE AND THERE.
NOW, DON'T BE MODEST.
BIG-TIME JOURNALIS LIKE YOU?
MUST'VE BEEN IN SOME
OF THE MOST EXCLUSIVE KITCHENS
IN AMERICA.
MR. BROWNING: WILL THE APACHE
GENTLEMEN BE JOINING US FOR DINNER?
I'LL GO FIND OUT.
WE HAVE ENOUGH TROU FOR ALL OF US...
APACHE DON'T EAT FISH.
WE CONSIDER IT UNCLEAN.
(EXHALES, EMBARRASSED)
OF COURSE.
I SHOULD'VE KNOWN.
I'M GLAD MY PROFESSORS
AREN'T HERE.
I'M GLAD, TOO...
I HATED SCHOOL.
WILL YOU JOIN US,
MR. BROWNING?
IT'S NOT MY PLACE,
MISS.
YOU'RE OFF THE CLOCK,
BROWNING,
GRAB A SEAT.
THANK YOU, SIR.
MARGARET: AND AROUND THIS CAMPFIRE,
EVERYONE IS EQUAL.
YOU DON'T NEED TO REFER
TO ANYONE
AS "SIR" OR "MISS"
UNLESS, OF COURSE,
YOU WANT TO.
YOU DON'T NEED TO WAI TO BE ASKED A QUESTION
IN ORDER TO SPEAK,
AND YOU MAY TO EXPRESS
ANY OPINION YOU WISH
ON ANY SUBJECT WHATSOEVER.
UNDERSTOOD?
THANK YOU VERY MUCH, MISS.
TOLLEY:
BRANDY?
MR. BROWNING: VERY KIND OF YOU,
SIR, THANK YOU.
YOUR HEALTH.
TAKING YOU UP ON
YOUR INVITATION TO SPEAK, MISS,
I'M FASCINATED BY YOUR STUDY
OF ANTHROPOLOGY.
I WAS SOMEWHAT OF AN AMATEUR
ETHNOGRAPHER MYSELF
WHILE IN AFRICA
SERVING LORD CROWLEY.
I WAS STRUCK BY THE DIFFERENCE
BETWEEN-
TOLLEY: MISS HAWKINS INVITED
YOU TO SPEAK, BROWNING,
I DON'T THINK SHE EXPECTED
A LECTURE.
I'D LIKE TO HEAR
WHAT MR. BROWNING WAS SAYING.
(SCOFFS) WELL, MR. BROWNING ISN' GOING TO SAY ANYTHING ELSE,
NOT AFTER BEING SHUT UP
BY HIS EMPLOYER.
BUT... (SIGHING)
I CAN IMAGINE
WHAT MR. BROWNING
MUST BE THINKING.
I THINK IT'S GETTING LATE.
WITH YOUR PERMISSION,
SIR...
GOOD NIGHT, BROWNING.
GOOD NIGHT, MISS.
SIR.
GOOD NIGHT, MR.
BROWNING. GOOD NIGHT.
WELL, WE KNOW WHAT MARGARE THINKS ABOUT ME.
WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT ME,
GILES?
I THINK YOU'RE KINDA DRUNK.
AN ASTUTE OBSERVATION.
YOU COULD BE A REAL JOURNALIS SOMEDAY.
SO YOU'RE NOT GONNA ASK
WHAT HE MEANT BY THAT?
I ASSUME IT HAS TO DO
WITH YOUR NOT BEING
A REAL JOURNALIST?
I... I'M A JOURNALIST.
REALLY.
HOW MANY ASSIGNMENTS
HAVE YOU HAD?
COUNTING THIS ONE?
MM.
(CLEARS THROAT)
I'M THAT MUCH OF A PIKER;
YOU SPOTTED IT RIGHT AWAY.
(LAUGHS)
BACK IN SAN PAULO,
YOU OFFERED TO SHARE NOTES
WHILE WE WERE ON
THE EXPEDITION.
NO REPORTER WOULD SHARE
HIS NOTES WITH A STRANGER.
HMM.
WELL,
SEE YOU IN THE MORNING.
(WITH A LAUGH)
NED.
DON'T.
YOU'RE STARTING OUT,
THAT'S ALL.
I HAVEN'T EVEN DONE
THAT MUCH.
MY WHOLE LIFE UNTIL NOW
HAS BEEN LIVED IN SCHOOL.
MY MOTHER DIED
WHEN I WAS SEVEN -
SHE HAD GONE TO SOUTH AMERICA
WITH MY ANTHROPOLOGIST FATHER
AND CONTRACTED MALARIA.
HE STAYED ON AND LIVED THERE
IN THE AMAZON
WITH A PEOPLE
WHOSE EXISTENCE WAS UNKNOWN
TO THE REST OF THE WORLD
UNTIL HE ENCOUNTERED THEM.
I HAVEN'T SEEN HIM
IN ALL THIS TIME
AND YET I INVOKED HIS NAME
TO GET ACCEPTED
BY THIS EXPEDITION.
WOMEN AREN'T USUALLY ALLOWED
TO FIELD STUDY.
SO THAT'S MY STORY,
SUCH AS IT IS.
(HALF LAUGHS)
IT'S MORE EXOTIC THAN MINE.
MY FOLKS DIED IN
THE BIG INFLUENZA EPIDEMIC.
I WAS SENT TO AN ORPHANAGE,
WHICH WASN'T AS BAD
AS IT SOUNDS.
THEY WERE...
THEY WERE PRETTY NICE THERE.
UH...
I WENT TO WORK AT 16
AS A DISHWASHER,
AND I SAVED UP
TO BUY A CAMERA.
WHY?
WHEN YOU SEE SOMETHING,
IT KINDA ISN'T REAL
UNTIL YOU TELL SOMEBODY.
I HAVEN'T HAD ANYONE
TO DO THAT WITH,
SO...
TAKING PICTURES...
MAKES IT REAL FOR ME.
DOES THAT SOUND STRANGE?
NOT AT ALL.
(BREATHES DEEPLY)
I WISH YOU LIKED ME,
MARGARET.
I'M ACTUALLY
QUITE A FINE FELLOW.
I DON'T DISLIKE YOU,
TOLLEY.
IT'S YOUR CLASS
I HAVE PROBLEMS WITH.
THEN YOU'RE AS MUCH OF A SNOB
AS THEY ARE,
JUST IN REVERSE.
YEAH, I NEVER THOUGHT OF I THAT WAY.
WELL, YOU SHOULD.
YOU'RE AN ANTHROPOLOGIST.
YOUR SUPPOSED TO LIKE
EVERYBODY.
(LAUGHS)
AND WHERE DID YOU
GET THAT IDEA?
UH, I MADE IT UP,
JUST NOW.
TOLLEY AND MARGARET:
(LAUGH)
ALL RIGHT THEN.
(CLEARS THROAT)
DO YOU MIND?
OH, I HAVE HAD MY PICTURE
TAKEN MANY TIMES BEFORE.
HOW'D YOU FIRS BECOME A SCOUT?
WELL, AFTER WE SURRENDERED
TO GENERAL CROOK,
WE WERE TAKEN TO LIVE
IN THE AGENCY IN SAN CARLOS.
IT WAS A TERRIBLE PLACE,
HOT AND DRY,
NO GAME TO HUNT,
AND WHEN THE RATIONS
THAT WERE PROMISED US
BY YOUR GOVERNMEN NEVER CAME,
SOME OF US BECAME SCOUTS.
GENERAL CROOK TOOK
GOOD CARE OF US,
AND IT WAS THE ONLY WAY
WE HAD TO BE MEN,
TO BE WARRIORS.
TO HUNT DOWN
THEIR OWN PEOPLE.
MY GRANDSON BELIEVES
THAT I AM A TRAITOR.
THE SCOUTS WERE PROMISED
A RESERVATION OF THEIR OWN.
BUT INSTEAD, WHEN GERONIMO
SURRENDERED FOR A FINAL TIME,
MY GRANDFATHER
AND THE OTHER SCOUTS,
ALONG WITH GERONIMO,
WERE HELD AS PRISONERS OF WAR
FOR 27 YEARS.
WELL, IF YOU HATE THE WHITES
SO MUCH, ALBERT,
WHY'RE YOU HELPING
THEM NOW?
ALBERT:
I'M NOT HERE TO HELP THE WHITE EYES.
I'M HERE 'CAUSE
MY MOTHER ASKED ME
TO WATCH AFTER MY GRANDFATHER.
AND YOU, MR. VALOR,
WHY DID YOU AGREE
TO BE A SCOU ON THIS EXPEDITION?
AH, SOME WHITE EYES CAME
FROM HERE TO OUR RESERVATION
TO ASK IF ANY OF THE OLD-TIME
SCOUTS WERE STILL AROUND.
I AM THE LAST ONE.
NOW, I HAVE A CHANCE TO DO
WHAT I ONCE DID,
TO BE WHO I ONCE WAS...
FOR ONE LAST TIME.
(CRICKETS CHIRP,
BIRDS TWITTER)
(FIRE CRACKLES)
(SNIFFING)
UH-OH, GILES,
YOU MUST BE HER TYPE.
LITTLE MISS?
TOLLEY:
CANDY OR FLOWERS,
YOU CAN'T GO WRONG.
(HALF LAUGHS)
(HORSE WHINNIES)
(GRASS RUSTLES UNDERFOOT)
NED:
WHAT IS THAT?
ALBERT:
WE ARE IN APACHE COUNTRY.
SO IT'S A BOUNDARY MARKER?
ALBERT:
APACHES DON'T MAKE BOUNDARIES.
MARGARET: IT'S SOME SORT OF MESSAGE,
ISN'T IT?
SAYING WHAT?
THEY KNOW WE'RE HERE.
THEY'VE BEEN WATCHING US.
(ROCKS CLUNK)
TOLLEY: HEY,
MAYBE WE SHOULDN'T BUILD A FIRE.
(WOOD CLATTERS)
NED:
THEY ALREADY KNOW WE'RE HERE.
TOLLEY:
I'D RATHER BE SLAUGHTERED IN THE DARK.
I HATE THE SIGH OF BLOOD,
ESPECIALLY MINE.
THEY HAVE NO REASON
TO HARM US -
WE'RE BRINGING THE GIRL
BACK TO THEM.
LET'S HOPE THEY'RE AS LOGICAL
AS YOU ARE.
THE WHITE EYES SLAUGHTER
THE NATIVES
AND STEAL THEIR LAND,
AND THEN THEY HOPE
THEY'RE LOGICAL?
(CAMPFIRE CRACKLES,
COYOTE HOWLS IN THE DISTANCE)
(COYOTE HOWLS,
HORSES WHINNY)
(CAMPFIRE CRACKLES)
WELL, THIS IS JUST GREAT!
OUR BARGAINING CHIP
JUST PLAYED HER OWN HAND.
NED: YOU DIDN'T SEE OR HEAR HER,
JOSEPH?
APACHES COME AND GO
SILENTLY,
LIKE GHOSTS.
WELL, SHE COULD TURN
INTO A REAL GHOST,
WHAT WITH THERE BEING A PRICE
ON APACHE SCALPS.
OH, HER PEOPLE ARE NEARBY,
THEY'LL FIND EACH OTHER.
WE MUST GO BACK NOW.
BUT WE DON'T KNOW
THAT SHE'S WITH HER PEOPLE.
SHE COULD BE HURT!
SHE LEFT HERE ON FOOT,
ANYTHING COULD'VE HAPPENED.
ALBERT:
THIS IS HER COUNTRY.
IF HER PEOPLE FOUND HER,
THEY WON'T ALLOW US
TO FOLLOW.
TOLLEY: OUR GUIDE HAS SPOKEN.
I'M WITH OUR GUIDE.
WHY DON'T WE JUST GO
A LITTLE WAYS -
JUST A LITTLE FARTHER -
AND THEN IF WE SEE NO SIGN
OF HER,
WE CAN TURN AND COME BACK.
I VOTE WE GO BACK NOW.
NOBODY CALLED
FOR A VOTE.
HEY, I'M THE ONLY PAYING MEMBER
OF THIS GROUP.
I CAN VOTE ANYTIME I WANT,
AND I GET THE ONLY VOTE.
WELL, PERFECT.
THEN GOODBYE,
YOU'LL BE MISSED.
MR. BROWNING:
MAY I SPEAK?
NED:
PLEASE DO, MR. BROWNING.
MR. BROWNING: I THINK WE WOULD
DO WELL TO STAY TOGETHER.
AND I CAN SEE NO HARM
IN MISS HAWKINS'S SUGGESTION
OF EXPLORING
A LITTLE FURTHER AHEAD
BEFORE TURNING BACK.
JOSEPH:
ALL RIGHT.
WE WILL TRAVEL
HALF A DAY ONWARD,
BUT NO MORE.
ALBERT: I RESPECT THAT YOU'RE
WORRIED ABOUT THE GIRL, BUT...
I'M WORRIED FOR YOU.
WELL, THAT'S VERY THOUGHTFUL
OF YOU, ALBERT,
BUT YOU REALLY
DON'T NEED-
I DO NEED TO...
'CAUSE NO ONE ELSE WILL.
NOT EVEN YOU.
I'M NOT AFRAID.
THAT'S WHY I AM.
WHAT'S THE HOLD UP?
NOTHING.
WHAT WAS HE SAYING TO YOU?
HE'S JUST CONCERNED
FOR OUR SAFETY.
WELL, HE SHOULD BE.
THAT'S HIS JOB.
(INSECTS BUZZ AND CHIRP)
(TENSE, SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYS)
(BIG, DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYS)
ALBERT!
(YELLING IN APACHE)
OKAY. OKAY.
(GASPS)
(PAINED GRUNTS)
UNHAND HER, SIR!
UNGH!
THAT MAN CAME WITH US
TO SAVE YOUR LIFE,
AND THIS IS HOW
YOU REPAY HIM?!
WE DIDN'T COME HERE
TO HURT ANYBODY!
(PANTS)
JOSEPH!
WHAT'S HAPPENING?
THEY WANT US TO GO
WITH THEM.
AND THEN WHAT?
I DON'T KNOW.
MARGARET: THAT'S IT,
TRY TO GET UP.
TOLLEY:
IS HE OKAY?
YOU GOT HIM?
NED:
BROWNING, CAN YOU WALK?
OKAY. THAT WAS VERY
CHIVALROUS OF YOU
TO COME TO MY DEFENSE,
MR. BROWNING.
ALL:
(BREATHING HEAVILY)
MARGARET:
YOU'LL BE ALL RIGHT.
(EAGLE CRIES)
(BIRDS TWITTER AND CHIRP)
I'M ALL RIGHT.
THANK YOU.
PLEASE, MR. PHILLIPS,
JUST LEAVE ME BY THE SIDE
OF THE TRAIL.
FORGET IT, BROWNING.
YOU'RE GONNA SEE
HOW AN HONORABLE EMPLOYER
BEHAVES.
ALBERT:
NED.
MR. BROWNING:
(GRUNTS) THANK YOU.
(LOW HUM OF VILLAGE CHATTER)
INCREDIBLE.
ALBERT:
IT'S A TRAVELING CAMP.
THEIR HOME MUST BE
UP IN THE MOUNTAINS.
YOU MEAN WE'RE NO AT OUR DESTINATION?
NO, WE'RE THERE.
THIS IS JUST AS FAR
AS THEY'RE TAKING US.
TOLLEY: YOU MADE IT ALIVE, MR.
BROWNING.
MUCH OBLIGED, SIR.
(HOOVES CLOP,
VILLAGERS CHATTER)
IS THAT WHO
I THINK IT IS?
MARGARET:
HE LOOKS JUST LIKE HIS PICTURE.
NED:
DON'T ALL LOOK AT ONCE,
BUT THE HUERTA KID
IS STANDING OVER THERE
WITH THE WOMEN AND CHILDREN.
TOLLEY:
SO HOW DO WE BARGAIN FOR HIM NOW?
WE'LL FIGURE SOMETHING OU IN THE NEXT FEW DAYS.
HOW YOU'RE GONNA
GET OUTTA HERE
BY TOMORROW MORNING -
WITH OR WITHOUT THE BOY.
WE CAN'T LEAVE
WITHOUT THE BOY.
THEY PLAN ON KILLING YOU
IN THE MORNING -
THE THREE OF YOU.
I TOLD THEM THEIR FATE.
TELLING THEM
WILL NOT CHANGE IT.
NOMADIC PEOPLE DON'T IMPRISON
THEIR MALE CAPTIVES,
THEY KILL THEM.
IS THAT THEIR INTENTION?
YOU KNOW MORE
THAN YOU'VE SAID.
YOU'RE RIGHT...
ABOUT ALL OF IT.
MARGARET:
AND THE LEADER,
WHAT DOES HE HAVE IN MIND
FOR ME?
TO BE HIS SLAVE
AND BEAR HIS CHILDREN.
SO HOW DO WE GET OUT OF HERE?
THERE IS NO ESCAPE.
THE WHITE MEN WILL BE DEAD
IN THE MORNING
AND WE WILL BE CAPTIVES
FOR THE REST OF OUR LIVES.
(LABORED BREATHS,
PAINED MOANS)
OKAY.
PLEASE, GENTLEMEN,
PLEASE DON'T FUSS OVER ME.
I'M PERFECTLY FINE.
IT'S NO FUSS,
BROWNING.
GILES AND I ARE COMPETING
TO PROVE WHO'S MORE HONORABLE.
IT'S A TIE, SIR.
DEFINITELY A TIE.
NED:
JUST...
REST, IF YOU CAN.
OKAY, MR. BROWNING?
AFTER TOMORROW,
THE THREE OF US WILL BE
FACING ETERNAL REST.
ENOUGH OF THAT.
WE'RE GONNA BE OUTTA HERE
BEFORE THEN.
YOU GENTLEMEN HAVE A PLAN?
SURE. SURE WE HAVE A PLAN.
WE'RE JUST WORKING OU THE DETAILS.
(HUM OF CHATTER)
NO. NO, STOP!
(STRUGGLING GRUNTS)
ARE YOU ALL RIGHT?
I'M OKAY.
NO ONE HAS HURT ME.
HOW IS MR. BROWNING?
SLEEPING.
HE DOESN'T LOOK
SO GOOD.
YOUR GRANDFATHER IS RESIGNED
TO THE DEATHS
OF OUR FRIENDS TOMORROW.
IS THAT HOW YOU FEEL,
TOO?
WELL, IT SHOULD BE,
I'M FULL-BLOODED APACHE.
BUT I WENT TO YOUR SCHOOLS.
I WAS TAUGHT TO VALUE
THE LIVES OF WHITE EYES,
FAR BEYOND
THEIR ACTUAL WORTH.
WELL, THANK YOU VERY MUCH.
I DIDN'T MEAN YOU.
I'M WHITE.
YOU'RE DIFFEREN FROM OTHER WHITES.
ALBERT,
WOULD YOU ASK HER
WHICH ONE OF THESE
IS HER MOTHER.
HER MOTHER AND SISTER WERE
KILLED BY MEXICAN SOLDIERS.
THAT'S HOW SHE'S BEEN
SEPARATED FROM THE TRIBE.
YOU POOR CHILD.
WHAT IS SHE CALLED
BY HER PEOPLE?
CHIDEH.
CHIDEH.
IT MEANS "BLACKBIRD."
MY LITTLE BLACKBIRD.
ALBERT:
SHE WANTS TO KNOW YOUR NAME.
MARGARET.
MAR-GA-RET.
SHE WANTS TO KNOW
WHAT IT MEANS.
I'M AFRAID IT DOESN' MEAN ANYTHING,
IT'S JUST A NAME.
(KNOCKING ON TENT,
APACHE CALLS OUT)
(KNOCKING)
WELL, MARGARET,
I SEE YOU'VE GONE NATIVE.
THOUGH NATIVE OF WHA I'M NOT QUITE SURE.
I THINK YOU LOOK BEAUTIFUL.
THANK YOU, NED.
EVERYTHING HERE IS SO...
ECLECTIC;
STOLEN, I IMAGINE,
OVER THE YEARS,
FROM RAIDS ON MEXICAN
VILLAGES...
TOLLEY:
I HATE INTERRUPTING YOUR DISSERTATION,
BUT HAVE YOU FORGOTTEN
THAT YOUR FRIENDS ARE SCHEDULED
TO BE MURDERED
IN THE MORNING?
NO, I HAVEN'T FORGOTTEN.
HEY, IT'S WHAT SHE DOES,
OKAY?
IF THEY HADN'T SWIPED
MY CAMERA,
I'D BE TAKING PICTURES
RIGHT NOW.
WELL, IF YOU'RE LUCKY,
YOU'LL FIND YOUR CAMERA
BEFORE DAWN
AND THEN YOU CAN PHOTOGRAPH
YOUR OWN DISEMBOWELMENT.
ALBERT:
HE'S CALLED INDIO JUAN.
HE'S THE UNOFFICIAL LEADER.
HE DOESN'T SEEM
VERY POPULAR,
BUT THEY'RE AFRAID
OF HIM.
TOLLEY: I'M THE IDIOT WHO HAD
TO GO AND BRING MY BEST APPAREL
INTO THE WILDERNESS.
ANYTHING THEY DON'T USE
RIGHT AWAY,
THEY'LL JUST THROW OUT.
WE'LL GET YOUR CAMERA BACK,
AND YOUR FILM
AND NOTEBOOKS.
JUST GIVE IT TO MARGARET.
SHE'LL FIND A USE FOR IT.
DON'T BE SUCH A FATALIST,
NED.
A WAY OU WILL PRESENT ITSELF.
ALBERT...
HOW WILL THEY DO IT?
KILL US, I MEAN.
ALBERT:
THE WOMEN WILL DO IT.
IN THIS WAY, THEY'LL AVENGE
THE ATTACK ON THE VILLAGE
BY THE MEXICAN SOLDIERS.
TOLLEY:
BUT HOW WILL THEY DO IT?
WILL IT BE QUICK OR SLOW?
PAINLESS OR...
EXCRUCIATING?
IT WILL BE... LONG
AND AS PAINFUL AS POSSIBLE.
MARGARET:
ALBERT, STOP.
IT'S NOT GOING
TO HAPPEN.
WE'LL THINK OF SOMETHING.
(CRICKETS CHIRP,
FIRE CRACKLES)
JOSEPH:
THE SPANISH CAME UP FROM THE SOUTH,
THOUSANDS OF THEM
IN THEIR SUITS OF ARMOR.
THEY SLAUGHTERED
AND ENSLAVED OUR PEOPLE.
THOSE WHO SURVIVED
HARDENED INTO A NATION
OF RAIDERS AND WARRIORS.
WE RAIDED THE MISSIONS
AND THE PRESIDIOS,
KILLED THE SOLDIERS
AND THE BLACK ROBES,
TOOK THEIR STOCK,
MADE CAPTIVE THE WOMEN
AND CHILDREN.
IN THIS WAY,
WE DROVE THE SPANISH,
FINALLY, FROM OUR LAND.
AND SO, FOR A TIME,
WE RULED THIS COUNTRY
THAT OTHERS CALLED "APACHERIA."
NOW...
THIS IS ALL THAT'S LEFT OF US.
I SHOULD'VE BEEN ABLE
TO PROTECT YOU.
SOME HERO
I TURNED OUT TO BE.
MARGARET:
I THINK YOU'VE BEEN VERY COURAGEOUS.
YOU AND TOLLEY.
I HEARD MY NAME.
WHAT FRESH INSUL DID I MISS?
SHE WAS COMMENDING
OUR COURAGE.
TOLLEY:
AH.
THIS IS WHAT IT TAKES
TO GET A KIND WORD
FROM THE LADY ANTHROPOLOGIST?
YOU HAVE ALL SHOWN COURAGE.
OH, PLEASE, DON'T YOU STAR GETTING SENTIMENTAL.
FIGURE A WAY OUTTA THIS.
OH, RIGHT,
THEY FOUND MY COGNAC.
JUST WHAT WE NEED.
THIS MIGHT NOT BE
A BAD THING.
IF YOU LIVE TO SEE THEM
CRAZY DRUNK,
MOST OF THEM
WILL PASS OUT COLD.
OH YEAH, AND THEN WE MAKE
OUR BIG ESCAPE.
THAT'D BE A GOOD TIME,
YES.
(TRIBAL DRUM BEATS,
MAN SINGS)
(NATIVE SINGING AND DRUMMING)
(DRUM BEATS LOUDLY)
(INDIO JUAN YELLS ANGRILY)
WHAT'S HAPPENING?
YOU'VE BEEN SAVED.
THE GIRL WAS DOING
THE MARRIAGE DANCE.
THEY CAN'T KILL YOU
IF SHE'S CHOSEN YOU
TO BE HER HUSBAND.
TOLLEY: GEE,
MAYBE WE COULD HAVE A DOUBLE CEREMONY -
YOUR WEDDING AND OUR FUNERAL.
I HAD NO IDEA
WHAT WAS GOING ON.
HE KNOWS THAT, NED.
SO...
WHEN IS THIS WEDDING
SUPPOSED TO HAPPEN?
APACHES ARE PRETTY CASUAL
ABOUT THESE THINGS.
YOU'RE MARRIED.
NED:
BUT I DON'T WANT TO BE MARRIED.
NOT TO HER -
SHE'S A KID.
SHE'S AN APACHE.
YOU'D RATHER BE DEAD
THAN MARRIED TO AN APACHE?
ALBERT,
HE DIDN'T SAY THAT.
YES, HE DID.
NO.
COME HERE.
COME HERE.
(HUM OF DRUNKEN CHATTER)
REST, GRANDFATHER.
I WAS TRUSTED
TO BE THEIR GUIDE
AND LOOK WHERE I LED THEM.
I HAVE NO RIGH TO SLEEP.
YOU TOLD THEM TO GO BACK.
BUT I LET THEM GO
FORWARD.
JUST TRY AND GET SOME SLEEP.
ALL THEY CAN DO NOW
IS WAIT.
THANK YOU,
MY GRANDSON.
(LIVELY CHATTER
THROUGHOUT VILLAGE)
MARGARET: I WISH YOU'D EAT SOMETHING,
MR. BROWNING.
IT REALLY IS
QUITE TASTY.
EVEN I CLEANED MY PLATE
AND YOU KNOW
HOW FINICKY I AM.
YES...
YES, INDEED.
BROWNING,
YOU WERE TRYING TO TELL
A STORY THE OTHER NIGHT,
OR RELATE SOMETHING...
SOMETHING ABOUT AFRICA.
I'D LIKE YOU TO TELL IT.
I REALLY WANNA HEAR IT.
OH...
OH, DEAR...
I DON'T...
I DON'T REMEMBER, SIR.
TOLLEY:
I MADE YOU CLAM UP.
BUT I WANT YOU TO TALK NOW,
TO SAY WHAT YOU WANTED
TO SAY.
I, I CAN'T RECALL, SIR.
ALBERT:
MR. BROWNING,
YOU WOULD'VE MADE
A GOOD APACHE.
YOU KEEP YOUR THOUGHTS
AND FEELINGS TO YOURSELF.
I TAKE THAT AS A COMPLIMENT,
SIR.
NO OFFENSE, ALBERT,
BUT I HAVEN'T NOTICED
YOU KEEPING YOUR FEELINGS
TO YOURSELF.
I'VE SPENT TOO MUCH TIME
WITH YOUR PEOPLE.
BLAH, BLAH, BLAH...
CONVERSATION IS WHAT SEPARATES
HUMANS FROM THE ANIMALS.
ALL LIVING CREATURES
COMMUNICATE,
IN ONE WAY OR ANOTHER.
PERHAPS LANGUAGE
IS OVERRATED.
MR. BROWNING:
WE DIDN'T SPEAK THE SAME LANGUAGE.
SHE SPOKE... FRENCH.
I ONLY KNEW A FEW WORDS,
BUT IT DIDN'T MATTER...
WORDS DIDN'T MATTER.
IT WAS LOVELY,
THE WHOLE TIME...
SUCH A BRIEF TIME.
I LOVED HER, YOU KNOW.
MR. BROWNING?
BROWNING?
BROWNING?!
(SHAKY, TEARY BREATHS)
I'M SORRY.
(SNIFFLES SADLY)
TOLLEY:
WHICH ONE OF YOU WAS IT?
WHICH ONE OF YOU HIT HIM
WITH THE ROCK?
YOU WANT ME TO LET YOU GO?
(SNIFFLES)
NO.
(EXHALES)
TOLLEY: WHAT'RE YOU GONNA DO,
SHOOT ME?
THEN SHOOT ME, DAMMIT!
(HARD WHACK,
TOLLEY CRIES OUT IN PAIN)
STAY HERE.
TOLLEY:
(HOWLS IN PAIN)
GUARD:
AHH!
(PAINED)
UNGH!
TOLLEY:
(IN PAIN) AAHHHHHHHHHHH!
(PAINED MOANS AND GRUNTS)
HELP!
AAAAHHHHHH!
(HOWLS IN PAIN)
UNTIE HIM, NED.
NED:
GO... GO!
THIS IS IT,
WE SHOULD GO!
ALL OF US, NOW!
THE BOY,
WE HAVE TO GET THE BOY!
MARGARET:
HURRY!
ALBERT: MARGARET,
GRANDFATHER, COME ON!
GOT HIM!
MARGARET:
NED, HURRY!
LISTEN, I'M GONNA TAKE YOU
TO YOUR PAPA, OKAY?
OKAY.
(WEAPON WHOOSHES THROUGH AIR
AND CLUNKS HEAVILY)
NED...
TOLLEY...
(TIGHT EXHALE)
MARGARET:
NOOO!
HERE.
GO! GO!
MARGARET: NO, ALBERT,
WE'RE NOT LEAVING WITHOUT YOU.
NED, DAMMIT,
TAKE HER! GO!
NED: COME ON.
JOSEPH: NO!
JOSEPH:
TAKE HER, NED.
GET AWAY WHILE YOU CAN! NOW!
NED:
HEY.
SADDLES.
PUT THE SADDLE ON THE HORSE.
COME ON!
ALBERT AND LEADER:
(TIGHT BREATHS, FIGHTING GRUNTS)
ALBERT:
(LUNGING GRUNTS)
ALBERT AND LEADER:
(FIGHTING GRUNTS)
NED:
GO. GO.
(HOOFBEATS THUNDER)
MARGARET:
LOOK, THERE IS YOUR FATHER.
GERALDO!
GERALDO:
PAPA! PAPA! PAPA!
FERNANDO:
GRACIAS.
COLONEL CARILLO: MR.
PHILLIPS AND HIS VALET DID NOT SURVIVE?
NO.
SO THERE'S NO ONE UP THERE
BUT APACHES.
OUR GUIDES ARE STILL THERE -
MR. VALOR AND HIS GRANDSON,
ALBERT.
LIKE I SAID,
ONLY APACHES.
COLONEL CARILLO:
MY TROOPS WILL BE HERE TOMORROW,
READY TO MOVE AHEAD.
IF ANY OF YOUR GUESTS
WISH TO JOIN US,
THEY ARE STILL WELCOME.
WAIT A MINUTE,
WHAT'RE YOU TALKING ABOUT?
THE BOY'S HERE,
WE BROUGHT HIM BACK.
THE WILD APACHES HAVE
BEEN TERRORIZING
THIS REGION LONG ENOUGH.
NOW WE CAN END IT.
THIS MISSION WAS ORGANIZED
TO RESCUE A KIDNAPPED CHILD.
YOU CAN'T JUST GO
UP THERE NOW
FOR NO GOOD REASON
AND SLAUGHTER APACHES.
OH, ABSOLUTAMENTE,
SENORITA HAWKINS.
NOW THERE IS NO REASON
NOT TO.
CHIEF GATLIN:
GO TO THE MESS TENT,
GET YOURSELVES SOMETHING TO EA AND HAVE A GOOD REST.
YOU'LL GUIDE US BACK THERE
WHEN THE ARMY GETS HERE.
I FEEL AS ROTTEN ABOUT I AS YOU DO,
BUT THERE'S NOTHING
WE CAN DO ABOUT IT NOW.
TOLLEY IS DEAD,
ALBERT'S PROBABLY DEAD,
AND HIS GRANDFATHER IS OLD
AND WON'T LIVE LONG ANYWAY.
WE CAN'T JUST ASSUME
THAT ALBERT IS DEAD.
I MEAN HE WAS ALIVE
THE LAST TIME WE SAW HIM.
HE WAS ABOUT TO FIGH A BRUTAL SAVAGE,
TO THE DEATH.
IF I HAD TO PUT MY MONEY
ON ONE OF 'EM...
ARE YOU REALLY
THAT UNFEELING,
OR ARE YOU JUST AFRAID
TO GO BACK?
GO BACK?
WE BARELY GOT OUT OF THERE
AND YOU WANNA GO BACK?!
ALBERT AND JOSEPH,
IF THEY ARE STILL ALIVE,
WILL BE KILLED BY SOLDIERS.
AND SAME FOR THE GIRL,
JUST LIKE HER MOTHER
AND SISTER WERE.
THEY WILL DIE
IF WE DO NOTHING.
WE TOOK HER BACK
TO HER PEOPLE.
WHATEVER HAPPENS NOW
IS NOT OUR RESPONSIBILITY.
IT IS OUR RESPONSIBILITY.
IT WASN'T, BUT IT IS.
IT'S OUR RESPONSIBILITY
BECAUSE WE CAN WARN THEM,
WE CAN GIVE THEM MORE TIME
TO ESCAPE,
TO GO BACK INTO THE MOUNTAINS,
REJOIN THEIR TRIBE.
NO!
YOU CAN CALL ME A COWARD,
YOU CAN CALL ME
WHATEVER YOU WANT,
BUT I REFUSE TO GO BACK
TO A PLACE
I BARELY ESCAPED FROM.
I'M SORRY.
(CRICKETS CHIRP)
NED?
WHERE'S THE RIFLE, NED?
I NEED IT.
FOR WHAT?
I'M GOING BACK, NED.
NO, YOU'RE NOT.
YOU HAVE NO SAY IN THIS!
STOP IT!
I AM NOT GONNA LET ANYTHING
HAPPEN TO YOU.
I'M GOING BACK, NED.
I HOPE I DON'T HAVE
TO USE THIS.
MARGARET:
JOSEPH.
HELLO, BLACKBIRD.
MARGARET:
IS HE...?
MARGARET.
ALBERT...
YOU'RE ALIVE.
DOES THAT MEAN...?
JOSEPH: MY GRANDSON IS NOW
LOOKED UPON BY THESE PEOPLE
AS THEIR LEADER.
TOLLEY AND MR. BROWNING.
WHERE'D YOU STICK
INDIO JUAN?
APACHES DO NOT BURY
THEIR DEAD.
INDIO JUAN IS NOW ONE
WITH NATURE.
NATURE CAN HAVE HIM.
WE CAME HERE
TO WARN YOU.
NED:
THE SOLDIERS WILL BE COMING.
BUT THE MEXICAN BOY...
THE BOY'S OUTTA THE WAY.
NOW THEY CAN COME
AND DO THEIR WORST.
JOSEPH:
THEN WE MUST LEAVE HERE,
GO INTO THE MOUNTAINS,
TO THE APACHES' RANCHERIA,
WHERE SOLDIERS WILL NOT COME.
THEY CAN ALL DO THAT.
YOU,
YOU AND ALBERT COME
WITH MARGARET AND ME.
MY GRANDFATHER INTENDS
TO STAY WITH THE PEOPLE.
SO DO I.
NED:
THAT'S CRAZY.
THAT'S CRAZY!
MARGARET, TELL THEM.
I'M GOING WITH THEM,
NED.
WHEN DID YOU DECIDE THIS?
JUST NOW.
I DON'T UNDERSTAND.
I KNOW,
I KNOW HOW IT SOUNDS.
BUT THIS IS MY CHANCE.
IT'S MY CHANCE TO WRITE
THE DEFINITIVE STUDY
OF THE BRONCO APACHES.
THEY'LL VANISH ONE DAY
AND THEIR STORIES
WILL VANISH WITH THEM -
THEIR HISTORY,
THEIR CULTURE.
I CAN HELP PRESERVE I TO SOME EXTENT.
I CAN TRY, AT LEAST.
ALBERT, TALK SENSE TO HER,
PLEASE.
YOU SHOULD UNDERSTAND BY NOW
THAT MISS HAWKINS
KNOWS HER OWN MIND.
NED...
WILL I EVER SEE YOU AGAIN?
EVER IS A LONG TIME.
IT'S LONGER THAN THEIR WORLD
WILL LAST.
ONE... ONE LAST PICTURE?
OF COURSE.
OH, CHIDEH, IT'S ALL RIGHT.
COME JOIN US.
(SHUTTER SNAPS)
(SHUTTER SNAPS)
SO WHAT'S BECOME OF THEM?
I DON'T KNOW.
I'D LIKE TO BELIEVE
THEY'RE STILL SURVIVING,
SAFE FROM THE OUTSIDE WORLD,
AT LEAST FOR NOW.
THE PHOTOS ARE BEAUTIFUL.
AND YOU HAD SOME OTHER
NICE PHOTOS,
IN THE TRIBUNE LAST WEEK,
OF THE GREAT LAKES
FISHERMEN.
THERE'S A LO WE DON'T KNOW
ABOUT THE LIVES
OF OTHER PEOPLE.
THERE'S A LOT MORE WORLDS
FOR ME TO EXPLORE.
I'M SORRY,
WOULD YOU EXCUSE ME
FOR A MINUTE?
I WAS HOPING YOU'D MAKE IT.
MR. PHILLIPS:
HE CUTS A HEROIC FIGURE IN YOUR STORIES
AND IN YOUR PICTURES.
HE IS A HERO.
HE DIED TO PROVE HIMSELF
TO ME.
NO, HE LIVED
TO PROVE HIMSELF.
HE DIDN'T MEAN TO DIE.
MR. PHILLIPS:
I'D...
I'D LIKE TO BUY THIS.
IT'S NOT FOR SALE.
THANK YOU.
YOU'RE WELCOME.
(LOW HUM OF CHATTER)