Dances with Wolves

- Is this the Iast one? - I don't know. There's no ether, either.

Jesus Christ.

You, there! Is this the Iast one?

God, what a mess.

Well, at least there's no gangrene.

There will be if it doesn't come off soon.

Well, I can't saw if I can't keep my eyes open.

I'm sorry.

Let's coffee up. He can wait a few more minutes.

Come over here, now!

Oh!

Come here, move it!

Oh, God!

Glass.

- That Tucker's man? - Yes, sir, I think it is.

How Iong has it been Iike this?

We just found them this morning, sir. They've been here for two days.

That you, Lieutenant?

Sons of bitches.

Hey, come on.

- You better take cover. - (gunshot)

I ain't kiddin', these boys are shooters. Come on, go under cover.

- There we go. - (soldiers chatter)

You went to hospitaI?

It was no good.

What's goin' on here?

What's goin' on here?

Seems to be the question all right.

See, you could ask the Major.

But he don't know. He's busy.

Busy tryin' to figure out how the officers' mess ran out of peach ice cream.

Then of course you got the GeneraI.

He come up to see the show. AII he knows is there ain't no show.

The Major, he's Iooking at the GeneraI.

He's thinking "I better do something."

You know what that means?

I sure don't wanna be the first one across this fieId.

They're supposed to be beat up just Iike us.

Tucker's men are tough as cobs.

So far the only thing been killed out here is three milkin' cows.

Course, that's about to change.

You son of a bitch.

You know, some of the boys are sayin' if we ain't gonna fight,...

..we could just settle this whole business with a little high-stakes poker.

Wouldn't that be a sight?

Bunch of fellas sittin' in the middle of this field,...

..drawing cards, huh?

What is it, sir?

Looks Iike a suicide.

Tucker!

What's he doing?

Shoot him!

- What'd you say to him? - I didn't say nothin'.

Come on back, you son of a bitch! Come on back!

Come on back!

- You won't make it no second time! - AII right by me.

- Come on back! - Get over here!

Forgive me, Father.

- Ray! - I got him.

Don't...

Don't... Don't take off my foot.

You rest easy, son, you'II keep your foot.

As God is my judge, you'II keep it.

- Bring up my ambulance. - Sir?

Bring up my ambulance and bring my surgeon with it!

We got an officer who's worth something Iying here.

The strangeness of this life cannot be measured.

In trying to produce my death, I was elevated to the status of living hero.

I was also awarded Cisco, the trusty mount that carried me across the field.

And on full recovery, was given transfer to any station I desired.

The bloody slaughter continues in the east as I arrive at Fort Hayes,...

..an island of men and materiel...

..surrounded by a never-ending sea of prairie.

Lieutenant.

Lieutenant John J Dunbar.

Lieutenant John J Dunbar?

Yes, sir.

"Yes, sir."

Indian-fighter, huh?

Excuse me?

It says you're to be posted on the frontier. The frontier is Indian country.

I deduced that you're an Indian-fighter.

I did not ascend to this position by being stupid.

No, sir.

"No, sir."

It says here that you've been decorated.

Yes, sir.

And they sent you here to be posted?

Actually, sir, I'm here at my own request.

Really? Why?

I've aIways wanted to see the frontier.

You want to see the frontier?

Yes, sir. Before it's gone.

Such a smart Iad coming straight to me.

Sir...

..Knight.

I am sending you on a knight's errand.

You will report to Captain Cargill at the furthermost outpost of the realm.

Fort Sedgewick.

My personaI seaI...

..will assure your safety through many miles of wild and hostile country.

- I was wondering... - Yes?

How will I be getting there?

You think I don't know?

- No, sir. - You think I don't know.

- No, sir, it's just that I don't... - HoId your tongue.

I happen to be in a generous mood. See that peasant out there?

He calls himself Timmons. He's going to your Fort Sedgewick this very afternoon.

You can ride with him.

He knows the way. Thank you, that is all.

Sir Knight?

I just pissed in my pants,...

..and nobody can do anything about it.

To your journey!

To my journey!

Haw!

Gee-up a IittIe bit, Jim.

Gee-up a IittIe bit, Jim.

The King is dead.

Long Iive the King.

Haw a IittIe bit, Jim and Jake! Haw a IittIe bit, Jim!

Haw a IittIe bit!

Gee a IittIe bit, Jim! Gee a IittIe bit, Jim!

Gee a IittIe bit! Gee over a IittIe bit!

What you got there?

Some... Somebody back east is sayin' "Why don't he write?" (chuckles)

You stupid bastard.

Easy now. Easy now.

What the hell was that?

What is that?

What the hell is that? (chuckles)

Why don't you put that in your book?

Were it not for my companion, I believe I would be having the time of my life.

I know he means well, but he is quite possibly the foulest man I have ever met.

Get up, Timmons.

Timmons.

Get up.

Get up.

Come on, get up.

- Get up! - Ow!

Somethin' poked me in my butt. Was that you?

Goddamn it!

Damn it! Gonna have a welt.

How come we haven't seen any buffalo?

You can't figure the stinkin' buffalo.

You can't. Sometime you won't see any for days.

Other times they'II be thick, Iike curIs on a whore! (chuckIes)

- Ho! - What about Indians?

Indians? Goddamn Indians!

You just as soon not see 'em Iess'en the bastards are dead!

Nothin' but thieves and beggars.

Ho, up there!

Not what you would call much of a goin' concern, now, is it?

Go down there.

- Why? There ain't nothin' down there. - Because I said.

Go down there.

Ha!

Haw! Hey, there, son of a bitch!

There ain't nothin' here, Lieutenant.

Hey!

There ain't nothin' here, Lieutenant.

Lieutenant!

Everybody's run off or got killed.

AII right.

Let's unload the wagon.

What?! What, and Ieave it aII here?

I'm staying, too.

There ain't nothin' here, Lieutenant.

No, not at the moment. We don't know what's happened.

So, so, I...

Things bein' as they are, we might as well just turn around and get headed back.

This is my post.

- "This is my post"? - This is my post.

"My post"? Jesus H Christ, boy.

What, are you crazy, boy? Lieutenant?

That son of a bitch.

- Jesus H Christ! - This is my post.

- AII right, put it down. - These are the post's provisions.

- Now get your ass off the wagon... - Put it down.

..and help me unload.

We're just havin' a conversation, put it down!

I'II Iet 'em know where you are.

Good.

Good Iuck, Lieutenant.

Thank you.

Jake and Jim!