Duel at Diablo

Synopsis: Lieutenant McAllister is ordered to transport several ammunition wagons to another fort through Apache territory with only a small troop of rookie soldiers to guard them. Along for the ride is ex-scout Jess Remsberg who is trying to track down Ellen Grange, who, having recently been freed from Apache captivity, has mysteriously run off again to rejoin them. Remsberg frees Ellen again and leaves her with the embattled soldiers as he rides off to the fort, not only for help, but to find the man who killed and scalped his Indian wife.
Genre: Western
Director(s): Ralph Nelson
Production: MGM
  1 nomination.
103 min

Get down, damn it!

I'm no Apache.

Leave me be.

Where are you from?


That's where I'm headed. I'll get you home.


I've got to go to him. He needs me.

There's nothing but Apaches for 60 miles

between here and Fort Creel.

The Apaches won't hurt me.




Good afternoon. What can I do for you?

Did you find her?

Where's the horse she was riding?


That's too bad.

-You take care of my horse?

-Where did you find Mrs. Grange?

Give him plenty of feed and water.

He needs it. And rub him down, too.

-Hello, Harrington.

-Jess Remsberg.

I see they've busted you back

to Corporal again.

Yeah, twice. It's been a long time since...

Yeah, it's been a long time.

Is Scotty McAllister out at the fort?

Yeah. Did you hear he made Lieutenant?

-Tell him I'm in here, will you?


Look at them out there.

Watching, waiting to see

how I'm gonna take it.

Laughing behind my back.

When they brought you back the first time,

I tried to treat you decent.

This time, the Apaches didn't

take you away, you ran away.

My horse is dead and you're back.

Should be the other way around.

Stop it, Ellen.

Stop that!

Please, Ellen, please.

I'm sorry. I didn't mean that. I didn't.

I'm sorry, Will.

I'm sorry I was brought back to shame you.

I don't like the way I feel.

I hate myself for it.

-You know how I loved you.

-You were always good to me.

When Chata's band took you,

I just near went out of my head.

I hunted for you for a year

until I figured they'd killed you...

-There's something I didn't tell you...

-And suddenly, you were back.

-I was afraid to tell you...

-I wanted for us...

-There's something that happened to me...

-I don't want to hear what happened!

I don't want to know anything about it.

It's bad enough

thinking about you with the Apaches

trying to stop from thinking about it.

I had to go back to them. I had to!

That's what I'm trying to tell you.

You liked living with a bunch of savages?

-You don't understand.

-No, I don't understand.

Lots of white women

have been grabbed by the Indians.

A decent one would've killed herself

before she'd let them

turn her into an Indian squaw!

-I'm not that decent, I guess!

-Don't shout. They'll hear you!

You don't care what happens to me...

Only what people think about you.

I do business with them people.

The same people

who treat your wife like dirt.

I was better off with the Indians.

Maybe that's where you figured

you belong.

I don't belong here anymore.

Maybe you don't.

At a trot!

-Keep them in line there.

-At a gallop!

Back into line.

Left about!


Get into one line, damn it!

Move into one line there!

Get on the right of that flag!

-Yes, sir!

-That was the worst exhibition!

I know, sir, but most of these new horses

aren't saddlebroke...

Half your men don't know

one end of a horse from the other.

Yes, sir! Come on now.

Pull it into line there!

Let's get this right!

-Dress on that flag!


Move those mounts! Look alive!

-What is it, Corporal?

-Jess Remsberg's in town, sir.


-How does he look?

-He still ain't over it, that's for sure.

-Where is he?

-The saloon, sir.

-You lend Sergeant Ferguson a hand.

-Yes, sir.

-Sergeant Ferguson.

-Yes, sir?

Keep them polishing the seats

of their pants on saddle leather

till they can do that turn.

-Yes, sir!

-We leave for Concho in two days!

All right, we're gonna try

this maneuver once more.

The dress is right, down on that flag.

Forward, at a gallop!

Left about!

Left turn, left turn!

Come on, move those horses in line!


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