Winnetou 1: Apache Gold (Winnetou 1)

You don't know the famous Sam Hawkens? Well, that's me.

I think we should surrender. - Well, seems you'd like the Kiowa

to have a nice breakfast with your scalp.

Pretty smart, the Chief. - We'd slow down and put out the fire.

No, then he'll attack once again! No, no, there's pretty less chances

for our mothers' sons.

Now, what was that? Did you hear that?

Oh! But that's... that's...

Now, look who's coming! Indians! Our first Indians! How lovely!

Please stop for a minute, gentlemen! Only one minute. For the camera!

I am a friend of all Indians. I just would like to take a photo of you.

For the Oxford Times!

You sure they were Kiowa, Sam? - Yes! Without any doubt?

I know if an Indian is a Kiowa or an Apache, even at night.

Even with closed eyes, I would say.

Hello! Are you the landlord?

Yeah, that's me. - Do you have a room for me?

Yeah. But I want to know who you are. - Pardon me. Tuff-Tuff of the Oxford Times.

I came here from England to photograph the Indians.

Unfortunately I was unlucky up to now but I am very optimistic. Here, my camera.

What's that umbrella for? It's sunny! - The tripod hampers me to dismount.

Therefore, I take my right leg to this side... like this...

Then I take up the umbrella... That ensures a soft landing.

It is my own invention on which I already applied for a patent.

Now, who's that? - He wants to take photos of the Indians.

Yes, for the Oxford Times.

Now, who is this that suspicious character? - Mr Santer. The most powerful man here.

Pardon me, do you mind?

May I introduce myself: Agnus Tuff-Tuff, Oxford Times.

Hey! - Oh! Pardon me, I'm so sorry.

Cheers. - Get away, this is where I stand!

Oh! Oh, milady, what a lucky coincidence!

May I ask for a little dance?

A little dance? Here you are. But without the lady.

I am protesting!

I will inform the press about your malicious behavior!

I don't like that anyone touches you. - Indians!

Ok, guys, you line up at the wall now. Go on!

Fine. And now, you put your hands in your necks.

Yes, great. And now, you put your heads against the wall.

Wonderful. And now two steps back!

That's it. Not quite comfortable, isn't it?

And now I have a surprise: Anybody moves, he'll be dead!

You cowards! Idiots! Get up now! Useless bastards! Get up! What was it?