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
Rotten Tomatoes:
91 min

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.


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!


Get your news!

Get your evenin paper...

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

There must be a big fire.

Ah, good evening.

Good evening.

Good evening.

See and hear the wonder of the age, folks.

We also have organs, wind

and string instruments. This way.

Follow the leader. This way.

Follow the leader, folks.

- What's he doin' here?

- He's scared o' that littlle muttl.

Sic him, Rover. Tear him up!

Hey, look at those moccasins.

- Are you an indian?

- Sure he's an lndian.

- Where you from, Sittlin' Bull?

- That's Rain-in-the-Face!

- He wants to go back to the reservation.

- What's the fuss about? What'd he do?

That littlle dog too much for you?

- Hey, he's got handcuffs on.

- Sic him, Rover. Tear him up!

Come on!

Police! Police! Police!

Would you kill a brother?

- What tribe are you?

- Cherokee.

Is this the land of the Cherokee nation?

Yes, it is called Oklahoma Territory.

- What tribe are you?

- Apache.

Apache. The Apache country is far away.

But we can talk in the house.

I have seen the house.

lt is a white man's house.

It is my house.

It's all right. He will soon see

that we are friends. Get some food.

I understand. You killed

the white man and took his house.

Cherokees and white men live

side by side. There is no difference.

You see? We even keep the same bird.

If the Cherokee is like the white man,

he is Massai's enemy.

- I am the enemy of no man.

- Then the Cherokee is a woman!

I am no woman. My people have

fought the white men many times,

but were always driven West -

first from a place called Carolina,

then to the land of the Tennessee

and then at last to Oklahoma.

But here our chiefs grew wise.

They did not fight and they did not run.

- Neither does the turtle.

- Are you afraid of the turtle?

Then put your knife away.


You needn't be afraid of the food.

Your feet are cold and bleeding.

- Heat some water.

- You will have to fill the bucket.

You have a woman and...

yet you carry the water?

Some of the white man's ways are hard.

Nobody, not even an Apache,

could open that window quietly.

- I must get back to my people.

- There could be a life for you here.

On the reservation there's nothing,

even if you can get there.

I will get there.

Then take this.

I have food.

So i see.

But this is seed corn of Tahlequah.

If you are wise, you will plant it, not eat it.

- Apaches are warriors, not farmers.

- You've seen the world of the white man.

Their numbers are like leaves of the trees.

Has it taught you nothing?

The warrior's day is over. Once

we Cherokees were like the Apaches.

We feasted when the hunting was good.

We starved when it was bad.

But the white man

ate the whole year round

because he raised his own food.

We found we could live with

the white man only if we lived like him.

You can do the same

with the corn of Tahlequah,

and your people, too.

At least leave by the door,

not the window.

Ain't ya hungry enough?

We're gonna finish this road now,

not next year.

I'm sick and tired o joltin my eyeteeth

loose every time l go to town.

From now on, l'm gonna ride soft

and easy right over your achin backs.

(Weddle) Now lay into it or you don't eat!

Not one single, solitary bean.

I am told that soon i will be

made corporal. It is an honour.

I know you have worked

very hard, Hondo.

You keep your buttlons very shiny.

To be made corporal

also means greater wealth.

A girl of marriageable age

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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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