Geronimo: An American Legend (1993) Movie Script

They'll fight a delaying action.
Twenty-five, thirty warriors, maybe.
Hundred women and children.
That's it.
The warriors will turn and fight.
-No avoiding that.
It'll give the women and children
time to take cover.
One thing for damn sure,
they already know we're here.
-Captain Ragsdale!
Troopers on the flat, form a line!
-Mr. Ragsdale!
Advance carbines.
Company! Advance carbines!
-Sound the march.
The Chiricahua Apache
from the American Southwest...
...were the last of the great tribes
to defy the United States government...
...and its effort to impose
the reservation system.
The Army, under the command
of Brigadier General George Crook...
...was entrusted with the responsibility
of breaking this resistance.
His campaign ended the Chiricahua
strongholds below the Mexican border.
Brought to a conclusion the conflict...
...that had raged through the Southwest
for nearly two decades.
Tell old Nan and the others
we're not going to hurt them.
We're not going anywhere.
We don't want to fight.
We came here to bring you
to our reservation.
Tell your men that.
Nantan Lupan only wants peace
with the Chiricahua.
Live on the reservation.
Only one Chiricahua warrior
and his band of renegades held out.
Then, even he sent word that he would
give himself up in two months time.
He was called Goyakla.
But years before, the Mexicans
had given him another name:
One month before my 22nd birthday...
...I reported for duty
in the Arizona territory.
It was my first post into garrison life.
In looking back, it is now clear to me
that I was as much a stranger to myself... I was to the great western desert.
My name is Britton Davis.
I was a participant in what the Army
later called the Geronimo Campaign.
It is my wish to throw some light upon
the extraordinary events that I witnessed...
...and on the men that lived them.
The beginning of my life
as a frontier soldier was at hand...
...and no amount of military training
could disguise the excitement I felt.
-Welcome. It's good to see an army fellow.
No, thank you, sir.
You don't have to 'sir' me, son.
I ain't no officer.
-Looks like you are, though.
-Second Lieutenant Britton Davis.
-At your service.
-Proud to know you.
Where you from, Lieutenant?
Born in Texas, near Brownsville.
Texas? Why, hell, son,
I thought you was from back east!
Kind of got that manner about you.
Well, I been the last four years
at West Point.
Soldados vienen.
My initial impression
of First Lieutenant Charles Gatewood...
...remains distinct in my memory.
His brusqueness was entirely military,
balanced by unfailing good manners.
In his most matter-of-fact way,
he gave me my first order... an officer
of the United States Cavalry.
I was to accompany him south.
We were going to bring in Geronimo.
He's due in a few days.
We'll go on down to the border
and escort him to San Carlos.
About 75 miles to the border
from here, Mr. Davis.
Plenty of time to get acquainted
with your new mount.
Just you and me?
The General figured that if we had
Geronimo we didn't need much protection.
Yes, sir.
A small detachment means
we're not threatening the hostiles.
You wouldn't want to pose a threat
to Geronimo, would you?
No, sir.
The Lieutenant was a man of confidence
and experience in the Apache wars.
In time I came to realise
he was much admired by his peers...
...much respected by his superiors.
That's the border, Mr. Davis.
-How will he find us?
-Easy. We're the only ones out here.
Apache medicine man.
Probably on a pilgrimage.
The Apaches, they believe in that power.
It's a kind of...
...spirit they carry inside them.
Sir, Geronimo's just going to come on in
and give himself up?
That's what he promised.
Chiricahua doesn't give his word much,
but when he does, he keeps it.
As long as you keep yours.
When the medicine man joined our camp,
I was filled with curiosity.
By personal inclination, Lieutenant
Gatewood kept his own counsel.
He met questions from an inexperienced
officer with patience and courtesy.
What fascinated me most...
...was his sympathy and knowledge
of all things pertaining to the Apache.
You don't talk to them much, do you?
To an Apache, stillness is a pleasure.
It's something they're taught
while they're young.
Helps someone who may have to
hide and wait.
What's he singing about?
Trying to locate Geronimo.
Says he'll be here tomorrow.
On a white horse.
Superstitious, aren't they?
$5 says he rides in here on a white horse.
Just because the medicine man says so?
You've got a bet, Lieutenant.
These scouts that we have with us,
they're Apache.
Why would they work for the Army?
Fight their own kind?
There are lots of different Apache tribes
that don't much like each other.
Most of all,
Apache go where the best fight is.
It's a morality, once you understand it.
All right, I'll see your $2...
...and I'll raise you $1 .
Lieutenant, just curious:
are you a family man?
I have a son and a daughter.
They and my wife are back in Virginia.
-You must miss them.
-Every hour of every day.
Goyakla is coming.
Rides a white horse.
You owe me $5, Mr. Davis.
I heard you were wearing the blue coat.
I did not believe it.
Now I know your heart.
First Lieutenant Charles P. Gatewood.
It is good to see the great warrior.
You speak pretty good Apache.
Second Lieutenant Britton Davis,
Sixth Cavalry.
You are now under the protection
of the United States Army.
We will escort you
to General Crook at San Carlos.
Nantan Lupan waits for you
with an open heart.
They are something.
Chiricahua are special.
Even amongst the Apache.
The second night of our trek to San Carlos,
we put up at the Overland way station... the foot of the Dragoon Mountains.
The following morning
I had my first opportunity to write home...
...being careful to include in the letter
an offhand reference to my participation... the capture of Geronimo.
Two men are coming.
Man with white hat carries shotgun.
I'm looking for the officer in charge.
Lieutenant Charles Gatewood
at your service.
Heard the Army was travelling through
with hostiles.
Especially one hostile in particular.
City Marshal Joe Hawkins, Tombstone.
Apaches over yonder are under arrest.
I'm deputizing you to hold
these criminals until we get back...
...with a posse and a warrant.
These Apache are in our custody.
The warrant's going to specify
murder of white citizens... thievery and hostile Indianism.
Now, is that good enough for you?
We want to do what's right,
which is hang them.
I have orders to turn these Apache in
to General Crook.
The United States Army
doesn't need your help.
Don't sass me, blue coat.
Great Geronimo.
I think you're nothing
but a murdering red bastard.
I'd ride on if I were you, sir.
You seem to have provoked the hostiles.
And I don't think you want to get
into a contest with the Sixth Cavalry.
Let me tell you something.
Even the Sixth Cavalry is subject
to a Federal warrant.
Justice will be served... way or the other.
Get the Apaches going, Mr. Davis.
We moved north with all possible speed...
...but our pack mules prevented us
from making good progress.
Around 4:00 in the afternoon,
we caught sight of the Tombstone Posse.
Faced with the potential enemy
that possessed superior numbers...
...Lieutenant Gatewood hit upon
an unusual tactic.
He divided his forces.
He sent me ahead with the others,
while he and Geronimo remained behind.
The lieutenant had two objectives.
First, to attempt
a rear-guard protective action.
Second, and most important,
never to lose sight of Geronimo.
Easy, steady!
What you seeing, Davy?
Looks like some of them split off.
Six or seven of them headed
to San Carlos...
...other two up yonder.
That's more of a lynch mob than a posse.
But if they serve those warrants,
I'm going to have to give you up.
You have a good long glass, Gatewood.
If I scare them off...
...we trade.
I can't let you kill any of those men.
That was a great shot.
Not so great, I aimed for his head.
We best catch up to Mr. Davis
and the others now.
This your name?
A gift from my troops.
They must think you're a fine chief.
Not a chief, just a soldier.
Your glass much better than mine.
Blue stone is valuable to Apache.
Well, thank you.
The following afternoon,
we arrived at the military base...
...of operations at San Carlos.
This afforded me my first glimpse
of General Crook...
...who the Apache called Nantan Lupan,
Grey Wolf Chief.
Our arrival was laid out
with great military ceremony.
The surrender of Geronimo
was no small event.
My compliments, Lieutenant.
Nantan Lupan.
It does my heart good
to see you, Geronimo.
I accept your surrender.
I accept the surrender of a great warrior.
Now, let's have a cup of coffee
and smoke a cigar.
Got a lot to talk about.
It's old Geronimo.
Good to see you, ain't it?
You know my friend, Al Sieber.
Yeah. I was always hoping
to catch up to you myself, but...
...I guess I'll never get that chance now.
-Mr. Sieber.
I see you have your cigar and coffee.
Lieutenant Gatewood told me
of your trip up from the border.
Sounds like quite a story.
I'm glad to see that Geronimo's
a man of his word.
Washington's ordered me
to detain you here for a short period...
...and then send you and your band
of Chiricahua on to Turkey Creek.
We keep our rifles for hunting.
Yes, but only on the reservation.
I'll put one of my officers in charge there.
No, I'm sorry, Lieutenant Gatewood
is a company officer.
He has his responsibilities here.
Then we take Davis.
I like Davis.
I'm sure Mr. Davis will be a fine officer...
...but I had somebody
more experienced in mind.
I like Davis.
-What do you think, Lieutenant?
-I'm sure it will be his privilege... well as his duty.
Mr. Davis, it is.
To be accompanied
by a small detachment of soldiers.
The Apache will be under the protection
of the United States Army.
Mr. Davis is young.
Young Apache, young White-Eye,
the hope of the West.
You come visit me.
I would like that.
I hope the wars are over, my friend.
Nantan Lupan wants the Chiricahua
to learn to be farmers.
It's their only chance.
They must change.
The old days are gone.
Nantan Lupan says there must be
no leaving this reservation...
...even for a few hours without permission.
There must be no drinking
of whiskey or Tizwin.
Any violations of these rules...
...will result in confinement in an Army
prison stockade.
He want to know why these rules.
Why they be punished?
What you care if Apache drink?
Soldier drink.
Nantan Lupan says
if Apache drink, Apache fight.
Apache get into trouble.
It's bad for everyone.
It's bad for the Apache,
it's bad for soldiers...
...bad for all the White-Eyes.
Say, why, if some Apache do bad things,
all are punished?
That will not happen.
All Apache should not be punished
for the mistakes of only a few.
We will determine who is responsible
and only those few will be punished.
Six weeks after I took up residence
at Turkey Creek, Lieutenant Gatewood...
...and AI Sieber came to visit.
Sieber, as Chief of Scouts, was in charge
of recruiting Apache for the Army.
Hello there, Mangas.
Just the fellow I want to see.
I want you to join the Army, all right?
Wolves with blue coats,
scouts to help us fight the renegades.
You'll be a sergeant, wear a blue coat,
stripes on your coat, with Army pay.
I don't know, Sieber.
Well, you are a warrior. You hunt men.
You'll make your woman,
make your children proud of you.
Mexicans, they took my wife, my little boy.
Maybe the Army could help get them back.
I think maybe I stay here.
If I was asking you out on a raiding party,
I expect you'd be a lot more willing.
Federal government had forced
over 500 Chiricahua... take up residence
within Turkey Creek's narrow borders.
Corn was the main crop, but the land
was not fertile enough to be self-sufficient.
The Chiricahua became dependent on
government supplies for their well-being.
Gatewood. You come to visit me.
Makes my heart glad to see Geronimo.
How's the life of a farmer?
Some Apaches are good farmer.
Others miss the old way.
I'm not good farmer, Gatewood.
I have come here to visit my friend...
...but I have some questions
I need to ask you.
There are rumours that a medicine man
is speaking against the White-Eye.
That he is calling for a return
to the war trail.
It was told by a medicine man...
...many more Apache would die
fighting White-Eye.
And in the end...
...we will win because we will die
free of them.
Is the only way for an Apache to be free... die?
Well, which medicine man is this?
I should talk to him.
Find out what he's saying.
There are many.
Some have the power.
Some just talk.
He's a warrior.
Every bit born in battle.
Fighting a lost cause.
I'm familiar with the type.
My two older brothers and my father
fought for the Army of Northern Virginia.
My oldest brother was killed.
My father was wounded, crippled.
After the war, he took me aside and said,
'You'll carry the new flag.'
Sent me off to the Academy.
First of my family
north of the Mason-Dixon line.
So, like our friend,
I know what it's like to hate the blue coat.
Before the White-Eye came
we had a good life.
Now we are forced to stay
on this tiny piece of land.
The White-Eye do not understand
the way of the Apache.
The medicine man at Cibecue
is called the Dreamer.
He says the dead chiefs will rise.
He says the Apache
are the true keepers of the land.
I will go to him.
I want to hear his words.
Today while Gatewood talked with me,
I looked into my power.
I saw a white horse running.
I saw signs of war.
Nothing so concentrated
the bureaucratic mind... dealing with the Indians as rumours
of a troublesome medicine man.
When a religious leader
showed up among the tribes...
...preaching doctrines perceived to be
dangerous, the government policy...
...was to have the Army
deal with it immediately.
I am here by order of General Crook.
Nantan Lupan.
The dead chiefs
will not rise if you are here.
The White-Eye must leave.
I pray this will happen.
This dance is a demonstration
hostile to the citizens of the United States.
And this demonstration
is unlawfully assembled.
I order you to stop at this instant!
Stop that!
Stop him! Arrest him!
Watch it!
You didn't have to shoot him, goddamn it!
I can handle this myself!
-What's he got there?
-He had a rock!
He has not done nothing!
We're not bothering no one!
You leave here!
You leave us alone!
Arrest him! Arrest Geronimo!
Where is your heart?
Arrest Geronimo! Arrest him!
-David never really--
-General Crook. Telegram, sir.
Pardon me.
Get a staff officer to me immediately.
Captain Ragsdale. Now!
Geronimo's jumped Turkey Creek.
The Apache are out.
It all blew up at Cibecue.
Whole damn thing is a shambles.
Geronimo has taken
half of the reservation with him.
Men, women and children.
Spread the word.
All officers to their commands.
Yes, sir.
Geronimo had quickly divided
his forces into small bands...
...each headed for Mexico.
By the day after Cibecue,
Crook had five columns in the field.
The Geronimo Campaign had begun.
On the point!
Circle back!
Yes, I see them, Mr. Davis.
Steady in the rank.
Go slow.
Beg your pardon, sir.
Do we attack?
Hold the column.
Steady in the rank!
-Column halt!
Whatever happens,
the Apache will take off.
Don't let the column pursue at speed.
Whenever you can,
you choose your ground to fight on.
What the hell is going on?
Raiding party, split off from Goyakla.
Apache challenge Gatewood
to come out and fight.
Want to show off power
to other Chiricahua.
Is there anything that should be done?
Geronimo's band had gone east
into the copper mining country...
...of the low hills.
His tactics were re-supply
at the expense of the civilians...
...who had settled on Chiricahua land.
This is Apache land.
This has always been Apache land!
We ain't never done nothing to you.
I mean, it ain't right.
Stop crying, damn it!
He's going to kill you anyway.
We make things out of this country!
There was nothing here before us,
there'd be nothing if we left it to you.
You are a fool...
...but at least you are brave.
Get off Apache land.
The next time, I will kill you.
Detail halt!
-Troops, right, straight!
-Left, right, face.
'The Apache known as
Dandy Jim and Skip-Hey...
'...have been found guilty by the
Military Court, Department of Arizona...
'...of insurrection at Cibecue Creek.
'The Apache Dead Shot...
'...Sergeant, Military Scouts,
Sixth Cavalry...
'...been found guilty of treason.
'The sentence of the court
for the three prisoners...
' death by hanging.'
Do any of you have anything
to say to me as Chaplain?
Are any of you Christians?
Nantan Lupan...
...I give you my hat.
Maybe you think my wife, my baby.
Don't trust the White-Eye.
With them there is no right way.
I am not afraid of their preacher.
The One God will welcome me.
There's three of them.
The driver should be nearby.
They didn't have to kill them
just to get their horses.
No, they didn't.
AI Sieber had had his wound
from Cibecue cauterised with a hot poker...
...and was back in the saddle
the following day.
All told, he had suffered
17 gunshot and arrow wounds... his many years of fighting Apache.
The General wants to deploy me
and Dutchy to your column.
How's that wound, Mr. Sieber?
Which one?
Down here, here, here, here?
Hell, I'm in real good.
Ain't slowing me down none.
We came across an overland.
Four dead, horses gone.
If they've burned
two spreads off to the west...
...they've picked up horses,
food, a lot of ammunition.
I figure I'll just keep tracking off
to those hills there.
All right.
Mr. Davis, you and Sergeant Mulrey
stick with Mr. Sieber.
Be sure that he gets back
to the column by sundown.
Yes, sir.
That raiding party is real close.
I want you to ride for the column.
Bring them back to pick up this trail.
On the double, pronto, go on,
get out of here!
You take him!
The hostile Apache that Dutchy and I
had been pursuing had gotten away.
Needless to say, at the time,
I was humiliated.
But much later I decided the incident
had come out for the best.
I'm quite content to go to my grave
knowing that I've never killed an Apache.
You all right, Mr. Sieber?
Caught up with three bucks
and some stolen ponies.
Gave one of them to Mr. Davis.
Seems he got away.
Sergeant Mulrey,
check the area for a dead hostile!
Now, we crossing to Mexico tomorrow?
That's right.
We ought to send some
of the scouts back.
I don't trust them south of the border.
Geronimo's got a few of them spooked.
They're wondering...
...if they're on the wrong side.
I don't think so, Mr. Sieber.
Besides, we need every scout we have.
Yes, sir.
I guess you weren't there then,
when Dead Shot and the others...
...turned on us at Cibecue.
If I had been at Cibecue,
they wouldn't have turned.
Whole thing wouldn't have happened, Al.
I know you don't like me much
and I don't really care.
I know I'm rough in some of my ways,
I guess.
I ain't the gentleman type.
But, I think...
...compared to you, I am somewhat honest.
No offence intended, Lieutenant.
Speaking off the record, sir.
I just figure you're a real sad case.
You don't love who you're fighting for...
...and you don't hate
who you're fighting against.
Perhaps I could learn to hate
with the proper vigour from you, Al.
Well, maybe you could, Lieutenant.
Though I never managed to become
a close friend of AI Sieber... the next few weeks of campaigning,
I did learn to get along with him.
Only a fool would fail
to profit from his vast experience.
In his own way,
he was as taken by the Apache... was Lieutenant Gatewood.
Well, sir...
...your Apache rides a horse to death
and eats him and steals another.
I mean, the horse is just mobile food.
I've chased them when they made
50 miles a day on horse and foot.
Hell, they can live on cactus,
go 48 hours without water.
I mean, one week of that would kill
your average trooper.
I hear you can track
as good as any Apache.
That's right, but there's only one of me
and 1,000 square miles of Apache country.
General Crook figured that out, 'cause
it takes an Apache to catch an Apache.
White-Eyes can't catch them alone, no sir.
If you ever fight an Apache and things
go bad, save the last bullet for yourself.
You don't want to get taken alive, no sir.
They got lots of ways to kill you.
One of their favourites is to strip you,
tie you upside down to a wagon wheel.
They pour pitch on you, light you on fire.
I know you are angry about this war.
The White-Eye...
...gave me no choice.
I ask your blessing.
You ask my blessing
after this thing is done.
What I did is right.
Now we are fighting
Mexicans and White-Eye.
The reservation is bad,
but at least we can stay alive.
We have fought the Mexicans for years...
...and the White-Eye will never catch us.
Many Apache will die.
I must send for Nantan Lupan.
We will talk with him.
I ask that you do this.
General Crook and a small detachment
of Apache scouts...
...came across the border
into the Canyon de los Embudos.
Crook had agreed to negotiate terms,
but he intended a hard bargain.
For the rest of his life, he never forgave
Geronimo for jumping Turkey Creek.
Crook maintained his sympathy
for the Apache...
...but between he and Geronimo
all trust had vanished.
There is one God looking down on us all.
We are all children of one God.
I didn't come here to listen to religion.
You broke your word.
You left Turkey Creek.
You killed many White-Eye.
You come back.
Washington wants you to go to Florida.
You do it or I'll come back
with my army and fight.
Nantan Lupan does not understand.
The White-Eye try to change Apache way.
The Apache were doing fine farming corn.
The problem was Geronimo.
I knew Cochise, he was a king.
He was a wise ruler of his people.
I knew Vittorio, he was a proud leader.
And I know Geronimo.
He doesn't want to lead or rule or be wise.
He just wants to fight.
I didn't start this trouble.
The Army killed the Dreamer.
He was calling for war.
If the medicine man had come in
peaceably, he'd be alive.
There's no excuse for taking up arms
against the United States Army.
The Army's the best friend
the Chiricahua ever had.
You know it and I know it.
With all this land,
why is there no room for the Apache?
Why does the White-Eye want all land?
How long in Florida?
Maybe two years, with your families.
I think I can get that.
That's not a bad deal.
A lot of White-Eyes want to see
Geronimo hanged for murder.
Not murder.
Many bad things happen in war.
How many White-Eye did you kill
since you left Turkey Creek?
Maybe 50.
Maybe more.
How many Apaches do you kill?
You killed women and children.
So did you.
We gain nothing by fighting.
We can live on the reservation.
I go there.
You, Nantan Lupan...
...are like a brother to me.
Many of my people want to surrender.
When I was young...
...the White-Eye came
and wanted the land of my people.
When their soldiers burnt our villages,
we moved to the mountains.
When they took our food...
...we ate thorns.
When they killed our children...
...we had more.
We killed all White-Eye that we could.
We starved and we killed...
...but in our hearts...
...we never surrendered.
C.S. Fly, a photographer from Tombstone...
...requested permission
to accompany General Crook to Mexico...
...and record the negotiations.
Much to everyone's surprise, Crook agreed.
Even more surprising, Geronimo
and the other Chiricahua also agreed.
In some mysterious way, they seemed
to understand these pictures...
...would make them immortal.
They are the only known photos
ever taken of the American Indian... an enemy in the field.
Old Nana and his people...
will return to Turkey Creek.
Many of his people are too old to fight.
Nantan Lupan
will make all of you a prisoner.
We have to trust him.
There is no other way.
I called him my brother.
Go if you must. I have made my decision.
I will not surrender to the White-Eye.
I will stay with you and fight.
But now we will be very few.
'Thereby I tender my resignation
as commander of this department.
'I have served you well in the past, but my
judgment has been called into question.
'Without doubt, I made an error
in trusting the word of Geronimo...
'...that he would surrender.
'Perhaps others will be more correct
or more fortunate.
'The real tragedy
I know you do not understand:
'That is, to the Apache people.
'They have lost in me a true friend...
'...and they have few.
'George Crook,
Brigadier General, United States Army.'
I was forced to send this
to Washington a day ago.
They've accepted my resignation...
...with regrets.
General Nelson Miles will replace me.
There's nothing to be done, General?
Graceful retirement for a general
who could not catch Geronimo.
Settlers, prospectors,
land speculators, they won't admit it...
...but the truth is they'd all like to see
the Indian dead.
They see the Army as their weapon.
The Army that fight the Apache is
the only hope of keeping the Apache alive.
Only the Army can protect them.
Yes, sir.
I fought them a long time, General...
...and I figure if I was one of them,
I'd be standing next to Geronimo...
...shooting at the blue coats.
But God made me who I am
and between them or us...
...I figure it's us.
Well, damn it, Al.
Is that the only way we could win?
Well, I can't answer that question.
I'm just a hired hand.
I just want to say,
I didn't always agree with you...
...but you had my respect.
And while you was in charge...
...the Army was a proper piece of work.
So, I'm going to quit this damn fool job.
I'm going to go on down to Tucson and...
...I'm going to get drunk.
Take it easy, Al.
Yes, sir.
General Miles brought with him
an entirely new staff of line officers.
Lieutenant Gatewood,
myself and many others...
...had to taste the humiliation
of being dismissed from the field.
I'm honoured to be here
with you men of the Sixth Cavalry.
Honoured to be here by the order
of the President of the United States.
We are charged with bringing in
the renegade Apache, Geronimo.
We will accomplish this task.
We will succeed.
But we're abandoning
certain practices of the past:
Over reliance on Apache scouts.
Men of divided loyalties.
I will keep troops in the field
until the enemy is fully subjugated...
...fully pacified.
There will be no compromise
with the honour of our nation.
There will be no compromise
with the honour of the United States Army.
As he had promised,
General Miles sent troops forward...
...without the Apache scouts.
For the next five months,
they relentlessly searched...
...but the results were predictable.
Geronimo and his tiny band of Chiricahua...
...had vanished deep
into the mountains of Mexico.
It seemed they were chasing a spirit
more than a man.
I doubt if you're enjoying
your current assignment.
Nothing personal,
I understand you're a fine officer.
Do you know why
I called you here, Gatewood?
No, sir.
Tomorrow a new policy change
will be announced.
As punishment for Geronimo's resistance.
All Chiricahua living on reservation land
are to be rounded up and sent to Florida.
They will stay there
until Geronimo is captured or killed.
That's a harsh penalty
that he's drawn on his own people.
I hear you and Geronimo were friendly.
Any relationship I've had has never
compromised my effectiveness in the field.
I need you to speak freely with me.
Can you find Geronimo, talk to him?
I thought so once.
There's no way to be sure now.
The signs are that he's starving,
or close to it.
Living on cactus and rabbits.
I know this because I've got
observation points...
...and 5,000 troops
stretched from here to Sonora...
...searching for--
Thirty-five Apache, sir.
That's what I believe he'll be down to
in a month's time.
Thirty-five starving Apache.
Begging the General's pardon, sir,
but why not leave him to the Mexicans?
He can't continue to keep raiding
across the border.
He can't afford to lose any more warriors,
can't replace them.
The present political situation
demands results.
I want you to find Geronimo
and make him this proposal.
I have the authority to hunt him
all the way to South America if I have to...
...but I want this nonsense to end.
Now, I'm willing to give you
all the scouts you need...
...hundred-man detail, regular cavalry,
mule pack team.
A hundred men won't do.
How many do you want?
I'd like to pick them myself.
Whatever happens, Lieutenant...
...this conversation that you and I
are having never took place.
Any negotiations with Geronimo
are to be strictly confidential.
Is that understood?
Two years in Florida.
Two years in Florida, with their families.
And when they return to reservation land
here in Arizona territory...
...every warrior gets 40 acres of land...
...two mules.
I don't think you or the government
intend to keep this promise.
You just offer it.
None of the rest is your concern.
Do you know your scripture, sir?
'What does it profit a man
to gain the whole world...
'...and lose his soul?'
You have your orders.
Lieutenant Gatewood chose the Apache
scout, Chato, to accompany him... well as myself and AI Sieber,
who became bored with his retirement.
After four weeks of tracking Geronimo
through the mountains of Sonora...
...we came across a burning Indian village.
What we found there was unspeakable.
There's two dead women there.
Two little kids.
Scalped them all, all four of them.
Bounty hunters.
Government down here pays
200 pesos a head for the men.
100 for the women...
...and 50 for those kids.
Kill any Indian, then claim they're Apache.
I don't see how any man can sink that low.
Must be Texans,
lowest form of white man there is.
Who are these people?
They are Yaqui, not Apache.
The dying Yaqui told me
five White-Eye and a Comanche...
They attacked before dawn.
Most of the men got away.
They go up into the hills...
...and come back one day, maybe two.
And come back for their families.
And build big fire and burn the bodies.
And they go join up
with other Yaqui tribe...
...maybe find new wives.
They go off that way into the hills.
After they hunt Yaqui men
they go to Soyapos...
...get their money.
You and Sieber, I want you to track
the bounty hunters that did this.
Geronimo is here.
You want me to ride? I'm ready--
You need more rest...
The women have gathered medicine.
Do we leave at dawn?
Don't worry.
We will not fight tomorrow.
I have just seen my power.
An iron horse comes over the desert.
I have seen a vision.
An iron horse for the Apache.
Been down here...
...almost 20 years.
I was in the war.
Confederate officer.
After the hostilities ended...
...I went to Texas.
Got into a little scrape with the law.
Come down here, got a new name.
New start.
But in my heart...
...well, hell...
...I'm still a Tennessee man.
My wife and her sisters...
...they trade with Apache women.
They come down from the mountains.
They've done it for years.
Few days back,
some Chiricahua showed up near here.
Straight up Montana Avarripe.
I didn't expect to see
many Americans down here.
-Where you fellows from?
I keep a house in Brewster county.
Awful far from home, ain't you?
Well, we just came down here
to try to make ourselves a living.
And what about you, friend?
It seems like you've got
a real curious nature.
-You the law?
-Me? Hell, no.
I'm just hunting
that son of a bitch Geronimo.
Thought you might've come across
something to help me out.
I'm sorry, amigo.
We ain't seen nothing.
Why don't you sit down there,
while we have us a drink.
We'll take real good care of you.
Cover my back.
Anything happens, fire.
And keep firing.
That Apache is with us.
Don't look like it to me.
He's a Sergeant of Scouts... the United States Army.
Who the hell are you?
Charles Gatewood.
Lieutenant, Sixth Cavalry.
You boys are out of uniform.
Maybe he ought to wear one.
Somebody down here
take that scalp of his...
...make themselves a little money.
Ten days ago,
we came across a Yaqui village.
All the Indians slaughtered.
We come across
the same type of thing a while back.
I tell you, this is a crazy country.
...buys that scalp back.
Nice doing business with you,
Mr. Gatewood.
...I changed my mind.
You rotten son of a bitch.
Move it, Dixie boy.
I never thought I'd get killed
trying to help save an Apache.
We got them, Mr. Sieber.
We got them all.
I've been gun-shot, arrow-shot 17 times.
Twenty years chasing old Geronimo.
I'd love nothing better
than being there to...
You don't have to
account yourself to me, Al.
You're a brave man.
I never did have no kind of luck.
Never did.
I'm going to catch me
a little sleep here for...
...a minute or two.
Rotten sons of bitches.
No more burro!
Can't go higher!
Chato and l...
...are going on here alone.
You stay with the supplies.
Are you giving me a choice?
That's an order, Lieutenant.
I know it's hard to come this far then stop,
and I'm sorry.
But somebody's got to go back
and tell the truth.
Britton...'re a fine officer.
Stay noble.
We're trying to make a country here.
It's hard.
Why did you bring him?
He is an enemy to his people!
He thinks you are.
He is a brave man to come here.
Enough Chiricahua are dead.
They are dead
because the White-Eye killed them.
Have they taught you to lie, Gatewood?
I don't lie.
But the truth is, General Miles
will hunt you for 50 years.
He's already sent your families to Florida,
which is far, far away.
Look around.
See how few warriors you have left.
If I kill White-Eyes forever...
...I am still Geronimo, an Apache.
Who are you, Gatewood?
Just a man like you.
And I want to go home.
I want to see my family.
My God....
My God is a God of peace.
A God of life, not death.
What does your God say?
Yosin is not here with us on the mountain.
Tell me, what is in your heart?
The war is over.
I offer this...
...because it has power for me.
Our fight must end here.
When I was young, I took a wife.
We lived in these mountains.
We have our family.
The Mexican soldiers came
and they killed her.
They killed her and my two little girls.
They killed them because we are Apache.
I remember when I found their bodies.
I stood until much time had passed,
not knowing what to do.
I had no weapon...
...but I did not want to fight.
I did not pray.
I did not do anything.
I had no purpose left.
After a year had passed... power showed me
how to get revenge.
And always, since then, I get revenge.
But no matter how many I kill...
...I could not bring back my family.
...the Apache God, is a God of peace.
I gave you the blue stone.
You give me this.
It will be peace.
On September 4, 1886...
...Geronimo and 34 Chiricahua men,
women and children...
...surrendered to General Nelson Miles.
As he handed over his weapons,
Geronimo simply said:
'Once I moved about like the wind.
Now I surrender and that is all. '
He refused any further conversation
with the General.
After arranging Geronimo's
final surrender...
...Lieutenant Gatewood was transferred
to a remote garrison in Northern Wyoming.
His continued presence would have been
an embarrassing reminder...
...that the United States Army had failed
to defeat a band of 35 Apache.
Instead of being rewarded with a medal
for his heroic efforts...
...Lieutenant Charles Gatewood
was sentenced to obscurity.
Sir, formation is ready.
-Prepare to mount!
-Present arms!
Detail, arms, halt!
'By order of the office
of the President of the United States...
'...all Chiricahua scouts are under arrest...
'...and will be transported
to Fort Marion Prison...
'...Saint Augustine, Florida...
'...with the outlaw Apaches,
led by Goyakla, known as Geronimo!
'The Apache scouts
from the White Mountain...
'...Coyotero and Mescalero tribes
are to return at once...
' their reservations.
'They will remain within these boundaries
unless given express permission to travel.
'Their duties for the United States Army
are at an end.
'We thank them for their services.'
Collect arms!
I'm a good Apache, it's not right.
I'm Sergeant Chato, a scout.
Later that afternoon,
Geronimo, his band of renegades...
...and all the Chiricahua
that had served the Army so faithfully...
...were loaded into wagons and transported
to the railhead at Holbrook.
There, they were to begin their journey
to Florida and imprisonment.
Morning report, sir.
Mr. Glenville, I'd like to see the General.
On what business?
It's about Mr. Gatewood.
I thought the US Army kept its word.
I thought maybe
we were the only ones left who did.
What's going on out there is a disgrace.
You're more worried
about keeping your word to a savage...
...than you are fulfilling your duties
to the citizens of this country.
We won. That's what matters.
It's over, Lieutenant.
Geronimo, the Apache, the whole history
of the West, except being a farmer.
Mr. Gatewood wouldn't want me
to be a part of any of this.
I hate an idealist.
There's always something messy
about them.
I'm ashamed.
And you have my resignation.
To the disappointment
of family and friends...
...I had ended my military career.
Over the years, the events
surrounding the Geronimo Campaign...
...have continued to haunt me.
I carry the memory of those days...
...days of bravery and cruelty...
...of heroism and deceit.
And I am still faced with
an undeniable truth:
A way of life that endured
a thousand years was gone.
This desert...
...this land that we look out on...
...would never be the same.
You were right to fight the White-Eye.
Everything they said to me was a lie.
You helped them...
I will hate you forever.
There are so few of us left...
We should not hate each other.
She has the coughing sickness.
She will die soon.
Maybe the baby, too.
No one knows why the One God
let the White-Eye take our land.
Why did there have to be
so many of them?
Why did they have so many guns,
so many horses?
For many years,
the One God made me a warrior.
No gun, no bullets, could ever kill me.
That was my power...
Now my time is over.
Now, maybe, the time
of our people is over.
Geronimo lived for another 22 years... a prisoner of war.
Despite its promise...
...the federal government
never let him return home.