Wind In His Hair: [in Lakota; subtitled] Dances with Wolves! I am Wind In His Hair. Do you see that I am your friend? Can you see that you will always be my friend?
John Dunbar: [to his army captors who are interrogating him, in Lakota] My name is Dances with Wolves. I have nothing to say to you. You are not worth talking to.
Ten Bears: [in Lakota to Dunbar; subtitled] Dances with Wolves has been quiet these past few days. Is his heart bad?
John Dunbar: [in Lakota to the village council; subtitled] Killing those soldiers at the river was a good thing. I never got to thank all of you for saving me. I did not mind killing those men. I was glad to do it. But now I know that the
soldiers hate me like they hate no other. Because I killed soldiers, men of my own race, they think I am a traitor.
[the council murmurs and nods in agreement]
John Dunbar: [in Lakota; subtitled] And now they will hunt for me. And when they find me they will find you. I think it would be wise to move the village to another location right now. As for me... I will be
leaving. I will be leaving with my wife Stands With a Fist as soon as possible. I must go and try to talk to those that will listen.
[shouts and protests immediately begin around the council. Wind In His Hair stands up and screams his objection. Even Kicking Bird is protesting. However, Ten Bears rises both of his hands as a sign to stop]
Ten Bears: [in Lakota;
subtitled] Quiet! You are all hurting my ears! Leave us!
[all the Sioux file out of the tent, and within seconds Ten Bears and Dunbar are alone]
Ten Bears: [in Lakota to Dunbar; subtitled] You are the only white man I have ever known. I have thought about you a lot. More than you think. And I understand your concern. But I think you are wrong. The white man the
soldiers are looking for no longer exists. Now there is only a Sioux named Dances with Wolves.
Ten Bears: [in Lakota; subtitled] Let us smoke a while.
John Dunbar: [voiceover] With Ten Bears, it was always more than a while. There was purpose in everything he did, and I knew he wanted me to stay. But I was sure of myself. I would be an excuse, and that's all the Army would need to find this place. I pushed him as far as I could to move the camp. But
in the end, he only smiled and talked of simple pleasures. He reminded me that at his age, a good fire was better than anything. Ten Bears was an extraordinary man.
John Dunbar: How did you get your name?
Stands With a Fist: When I came to live on the prarie, I worked every day... very hard... there was a woman who didn't like me. She called me bad names... sometimes she beat me. One day she was calling me these bad names, her face in my face, and I hit her. I was not very big, but she fell down. She fell hard and
didn't move. I stood over her with my fist and asked if any other woman wanted to call me bad names... No one bothered me after that day.
John Dunbar: [smiles] I wouldn't think so. Show me... where you hit her.
[Stands With a Fist balls her fist and touches John at the base of the chin. John feigns being knocked unconscious as Stands With a Fist laughs]
John Dunbar: [in Lakota; subtitled] We are trying for a baby.
Kicking Bird: [in Lakota] No waiting?
John Dunbar: [in Lakota] No waiting.
Kicking Bird: [in Lakota] I was just thinking that of all the trails in this life, there are some that matter most. It is the trail of a true human being. I think you are on
this trail, and it is good to see.
Major Fambrough: [barely audible] Lieutenant John J. Dunbar?
[louder]
Major Fambrough: Lieutenant John J. Dunbar?
John Dunbar: Yes, sir.
Major Fambrough: Yes, sir. Indian fighter, huh?
John Dunbar: Excuse me?
Major Fambrough: [reading orders] Well it says
here that you're to be posted on the frontier. The frontier's Indian country. I quickly deduced that you're an Indian fighter. I did not ascend to this position by being stupid.
John Dunbar: No, sir.
Major Fambrough: No, sir. It says here that you've been decorated.
John Dunbar: Yes, sir.
Major
Fambrough: [nods] And they sent you here to be posted?
John Dunbar: Actually sir, I'm here at my own request.
Major Fambrough: Really? Why?
John Dunbar: I've always wanted to see the frontier.
Major Fambrough: You want to see the frontier?
John Dunbar: Yes, sir. Before
it's gone.
Major Fambrough: [smiles] Such a smart lad, coming straight to me.
[pulls a sheet of paper from his desk drawer and begins to write]
Major Fambrough: Sir Knight... I'm sending you on a knight's errand. You will report to Captain Cargill at the furthermost outpost of the realm... Fort Sedgewick. My personal seal will assure your
safety through many miles of wild and hostile country.
[wads up the paper tightly and hands it to Dunbar]
John Dunbar: I was wondering...
Major Fambrough: Yes?
John Dunbar: I was wondering, sir... how will I be getting there?
Major Fambrough: [paranoid] You think I don't know?
John
Dunbar: No, sir.
Major Fambrough: You think I don't know.
John Dunbar: No sir, it's just that I don't...
Major Fambrough: Hold your tongue! I just happen to be in a generous mood and I will grant you a boon. See that peasant out there?
[glances to window to Timmons standing outside]
Major
Fambrough: He calls himself Timmons. He's going to your Fort Sedgewick this very afternoon... you can ride with him if you like. He knows the way. Thank you. That is all.
Major Fambrough: [Dunbar salutes Fambrough... he returns it halfheartedly. Dunbar turns to leave] Sir Knight?
[Dunbar turns back around to face him, Fambrough stands up]
Major Fambrough: I've just pissed in my pants, and nobody can do anything about it.
[Dunbar turns back around silently and leaves]
John Dunbar: Who would do such a thing? The field was proof enough that it was a people without value and without soul, with no regard for Sioux rights. The wagon tracks leading away left little doubt and my heart sank as I knew it could only be white hunters. Voices that had been joyous all morning were now as silent as the dead buffalo left to rot in this valley, killed only for
their tongues and the price of their hides.