Apache

Synopsis: Following the surrender of Geronimo, Massai, the last Apache warrior is captured and scheduled for transportation to a Florida reservation. Instead, he manages to escape and heads for his homeland to win back his girl and settle down to grow crops. His pursuers have other ideas though.
Genre: Western
Director(s): Robert Aldrich
Production: MGM Home Entertainment
 
IMDB:
6.4
Rotten Tomatoes:
75%
PASSED
Year:
1954
91 min
18 Views

Think he means it this time?

We'll see.

Hold your fire!

- After him before he starts the war again.

- Noche, Hondo.

Mr Weddle, maybe you can

get your name in the papers.

- Massai.

- Get back where you belong.

You saw the peace pipe

in Geronimo's hands.

He does not speak for me.

I remember others who surrendered.

Shipped off like cattlle to a faraway place

called Florida, never to return.

- But at least you would be alive, Massai.

- You call that life?

If an Apache cannot live where

his forefathers did, he is already dead.

- Now get back where you belong!

- (gunshots)

Stay down.

Firing stops, they are close by.

Put that away.

You want us to kill you,

don't you, Massai?

Out here in front of

all your bloodthirsty brethren,

so they can sing your praises

and start another war in your honour.

That'd be a sweet death,

wouldn't it, Massai?

A warrior's death.

But you're not a warrior any more.

You're just a whipped injun,

and nobody sings about handcuffs.

Take him along, Hondo.

"...you will carry out the following orders:

inasmuch as Geronimo

has led his warriors

off the reservation for the third time,

causing much bloodshed,

it is directed by General Niles

that Geronimo and said warriors

be transported to Fort Marion, Florida,

on this day, April 4th 1886".

Why don't you let us die with them?

Nobody's going to die.

Florida's not the moon.

For an Apache it is the same as dying.

Cheer up, Santos.

With Geronimo gone, you'll be chief.

Chief!

To old men and boys.

They are thirsty. But they will not

take water from a soldier.

All right, Nalinle, go ahead.

Don't worry, Santos.

Maybe she has got her cap set for Massai,

but any young buck'd pay a big price

to marry somethin' like that.

Enough to keep you in firewater

the rest of your life.

- It's a great day, Sieber.

- Yeah, i'm gonna kinda miss em.

A man knew he had a job to do

when them bucks were around.

What'd you give him?

He's got a knife!

I knew Geronimo and Chochise

when they were that buck's age.

There's another one of the same breed.

A real bronco Apache.

Leave it alone.

Take it easy.

We're just stoppin for water.

We'll tell you when we get to Florida.

- These men want pictures for the paper.

- Yes, sir.

- What are the blinds down for?

- Safety measure.

They have no idea what sort of world

there is outside the windows.

Even Apaches are scared of the unknown.

You shoulda seen em when

they heard the racket in St Louis.

I'd be scared, 2,000 miles from home.

- Which one's Geronimo?

- Here, right over here.

The last fighting chief of the West,

but we cut him down to size.

- What's he in irons for?

- The last one to surrender.

- OK, let's shoot the pair.

- Oh, wait. Wait. Wait a minute.

Bettler cover up these irons for the picture,

or we'll have some old ladies screaming.

Hold it.

Take it easy, boys. Take it easy.

You'd better open one of those windows.

- Everybody off.

- That's all, boys.

- We have time for one more quick one.

- I'm sorry.

- Just Geronimo and you.

- Me and Gero...

Oh, well.

Up. Up.

- Can i say you captured him, Mr Weedle?

- Weddle's the name.

Yes. Yes, you can say i done my duty.

- All aboard!

- All right, boys, let's go.

If you leave that way, it'll be quicker.

All right, come on. Speed it up

before this thing starts movin'.

Fire! Fire!

Get your evenin paper!

Get your Courier!

Get your evenin paper!

Get your news here!

Get your evenin Courier!

Get your evenin paper!

Get your news right here!

Pardon.

Get your news!

Get your evenin paper...

Hey, what's the idea? Put that back.

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James R. Webb

James R. Webb (October 4, 1909 – September 27, 1974) was an American writer. He won an Academy Award in 1963 for How the West Was Won.Webb was born in Denver, Colorado, and graduated from Stanford University in 1930. During the 1930s he worked both as a screenwriter and a fiction writer for a number of national magazines, including Collier's Weekly, Cosmopolitan and the Saturday Evening Post. Webb was commissioned an army officer in June 1942 and became a personal aide to General Lloyd R. Fredendall who was commander of the II Corps (United States). Webb accompanied Fredendall to England in October 1942 and participated in the invasion of North Africa in November 1942 when the Second Corps captured the city of Oran. The Second Corps then attacked eastward into Tunisia. In February 1943 the German army launched a counterattack at Kasserine Pass which repulsed the Second Corps and nearly broke through the Allied lines. The Supreme Commander Dwight D. Eisenhower relieved Fredendall of command in March 1943 and sent him back to the United States where he became deputy commander of the Second United States Army at Memphis, Tennessee. Webb returned to the United States with Fredendall and later served in the European Theater. Webb left the Army after the war and returned to Hollywood, California, where he continued his work as a screenwriter. He died on September 27, 1974, and was buried in Los Angeles National Cemetery. more…

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