All language subtitles for Hawkeye.S01E14.The.Boxer.480p.WEB-DL.DDP2.0.H.264-squalor - Cópia

- Drop the stick, mister.

- Your
French friend, here,

is a liar of the first stripe.

- I don't believe your current
method of interrogation

is going to get
you what you need.

- He is my prisoner.

His each and every
breath is a gift of my mercy.

- You like the taste
of mud, frenchy?

- Tell your engineers to
cut a path due southeast.

It'll bring you out
on lake oswego.

Should cut a full day
off the portage time.

- Aye, question's gonna
be whether the colonel

will want to spend the money.

- Well, engineering's expensive.

The backs of British
soldiers come a lot cheaper.

- Drop the stick, mister.

Now.

Pete, wipe some of
that war paint off him.

- Sure as hell ain't no Indian.

- Judging by those boots
he's no civilian either.

Who are you mister?

- Man asked you a question.

- Open the gate.

- Left
right, left right left.

Left right, left
right, left right left.

Here, halt, halt.

- Well, what do we have here?

- French soldier
dressed up like a huron,

caught him up at snake creek.

- He will be worth
interrogating.

- Afraid you won't
have much luck,

man speaks only French.

- Allow me to make the
evaluation on this matter, scout.

Take him to the stockade.

It is not as if we are
asking you to take up arms.

- This is a war between
the English and the French,

I have no stake in it.

- I find it ironic the French
perceive what you cannot,

that you and your colonists
stand to gain far more

from this war than
the English do.

- Nobody in the
colony sought this war.

Least of all me.

- Perhaps not, but
I can only imagine

what the wails of
agony might sound like

if we decided to take our
leave, yours among them.

Elizabeth, the most
vital commodity

in this war is information.

Now, you can talk to this
man in his own language

and find out what he knows.

In battle that intelligence
can save lives.

- This is only an interrogation.

Yes?

- All you need do is translate.

- Give me a moment to get ready.

- Afternoon.

Listen, I was
wondering about this

stick.

- Bow, stick, bow.

- A bow stick?

- Correct.

- I've never seen a
French soldier carry one.

Like Japan.

Tell me something, why this

instead of this?

- Oh.

Sir.

- Ah!

Sir.

- Oh, you mean it's it's heavy.

Would you mind
showing me how to use it?

A demonstration.

Yeah, good.

That was very nice.

- Are you quite finished
playing with the prisoner?

- I think we're about done now.

Thank you for the demonstration.

- Pleasure.

- Elizabeth.

- We have some
questions for you.

What did he say?

- Well, he said that I
have a beautiful accent.

- Good, that should
make things go faster.

Now, how long have
you been with the huron?

- Well, you two look
awfully enterprising.

- Absolutely.

- We're organizing
a boxing match.

- The entry fee is two
shillings winner-take-all.

You wanna get your name down?

- Not until I know how it works.

- Well, simple as pie.

We draw lines in the floor
two men toe up to them.

Then they fight 'til
one of them goes down.

- Now wait a minute, you mean
somebody fights somebody else

when they don't have to?

- Well, it ain't
exactly fighting.

- No, no, no, it's more like...

Well, yeah, I guess
it is kinda like fighting.

- Except you get prize money

if you're the last man standing.

- Fighting for money,
I have no need for it.

- Two shillings, please.

- So, you maintain you
had come from the south?

I find that explanation
highly unsatisfactory.

- He says that if
you can tell him

what you would
find satisfactory,

perhaps he can invent
something for you.

- No, thank you.

But perhaps I can
invent something for you.

Fetch sergeant Fallon at once.

- If it means anything, I
think he's telling the truth.

- Forgive me, my dear
Elizabeth, but your background

has afforded you little
experience with liars.

- And I suppose
you are an expert?

- Oh, beyond your
most vivid imagination.

Which ensures I can
recognize one at some distance.

Our French friend here
is a liar of the first stripe.

Sergeant Fallon, I could
use your assistance

in this interrogation.

- My pleasure, captain.

- Now sir, let us try again.

You maintain you had
come from the south.

- Taylor you can't!

- I can and I must.

I told you Elizabeth,
lives are at stake.

- And I told you that I will
have nothing to do with this.

- I'm afraid I must
ask you to reconsider.

- Let me go.

- Very well, but know that
without your translation

this man is of
absolutely no use to us,

which means he will probably
die this very afternoon.

Now, , let us continue.

- Would that there were more
like you and less like them.

- I've seen one of
these once, in Boston.

This sailor fella made the
mistake of swinging one

at a gentlemen in a tavern.

- What happened?

- The gentleman had

a Murdoch and Christie
smoothbore pistol.

Thing's like carrying a
cannon in your pocket.

- I've never seen this
kind of wood before.

- Yeah, it's called bamboo.

- Where
would I find it?

- It doesn't grow around here.

Needs a warm climate
like cotton or tobacco.

- Hawkeye, need
to speak with you.

- Mrs. shields.

- Hello, Danko.

- Well, I'd best be
getting to the tavern

my fist has an appointment
with a redcoat's face.

- What is it Elizabeth?

- The prisoner, when
Taylor left the interrogation

he spoke to me
in perfect English.

- Did he give a reason
why he kept it a secret?

- He thought that if the British

could not communicate with
him he might not be beaten.

- Not good thinking.

- Why would Taylor
hit him in the first place,

what's the purpose?

- There's a war, he's
an enemy soldier.

- But that's no reason.

- Reason enough for Taylor.

- But this man is just
an ordinary soldier,

there's no reason
to mistreat him.

- I would appreciate
it if you would

speak to Taylor about this.

- All right, I will.

But first I'm going to
have an honest talk

with a ordinary soldier
in perfect English.

I wanna ask you a question.

Where did you get the
bamboo to make this stick?

If you answer me in French I
won't be able to understand you

so we would both be better
off if you'd answer in my tongue.

- She told you.

- She told me you were
afraid of being beaten.

I don't believe that.

- And you perhaps would
like to know the truth.

- You don't owe me the
truth, but I am curious.

- Tell me,

would you die for your
country, for your people?

- I don't reckon
I have a country,

but yes, I would die
to protect my people.

- I also am willing to suffer
and to die for my countrymen.

I am no coward.

- No, I don't believe you are.

But you are a man
capable of some deception.

- Why do you say this?

- When we captured you,
you were wearing full war paint

and carrying the
weapons of a huron warrior.

- It was merely to adapt
to the condition of this war.

- Carrying a bow and quiver?

The French don't teach
their ordinary soldiers

how to shoot arrows.

- But perhaps they should.

In the time it takes my enemy
to discharge one lead bolt

I can let loose five arrow.

The smoke from the musket
does not obscure my target.

And a flight of arrows seen
coming terrifies an enemy.

A soldier once struck
is incapable of combat

until the arrow's removed.

In the wilderness a bow and
arrow is easy to manufacture.

A rifle is not.

- You certainly
made a study of it.

- I have an healthy
desire to survive.

- So what made you leave
your home, come here to fight?

- Love of adventure.

And a taste for freedom.

A desire not unlike
your own, I suspect.

- I have no desire
for land and wealth

purchased with
the blood of others.

- Nor do I.

Hey, do not include
me with the rebel.

Those fancy men who
only care about greed

and perpetual wilderness.

- I don't count you as such.

- Nor do I, you, woodsman.

- So,

how should I count you?

- As a fellow pilgrim.

Who, if time and
circumstance were different,

I'd be considered a friend.

- Can I have your
attention gentlemen!

Listen up here, please.

Now, you all know the rules.

- To hell with the
rules, mckinney.

How much is in the pot?

- There is near 20 pounds
in here, winner take all.

- That's right!

Less of course, the
10% promotion fee

my friend forgot to mention.

- Leaving what?

How much is the 10%?

- Well, 10% of 20 pounds is...

- It's two pounds mckinney.

- Right!

As I was saying, there's 20
pounds there less two pounds,

winner-takes-all.

Right then.

Over here we have
from Barrett park

Mr. Richard Tucker.

And his opponent from
king George's 35th regiment,

Mr. Jonathan Fallon.

- And in this line, also from
his majesty's royal army,

lieutenant Robert marawell.

Against, from our
own fort bennington,

Sam the blacksmith Danko.

- All right, gentlemen,
good luck to you all

and may the best man win.

- Go on now
let's get it underway.

Go on.

- And

fight!

- We oughta put all
of our money on Fallon,

nobody here can take him.

- Yeah, probably right, Pete.

Let's give him
a few fights first,

see if he's in shape
to go the distance.

- Ha ha!

- I love this.

Beats making
horseshoes by a mile.

- Private!

- Yes, captain?

- Bring the prisoner.

- Captain.

- Hawkeye, allow me to solicit
your opinion on something.

Our responsibility in the
assault on ticonderoga

is the capture and control
of the southeast sector

which means taking our
troops along bear creek

to the ticonderoga road,
through the mountains

and traversing snake creek here.

- It's an intelligent path.

- Yes, you say you
came upon our prisoner

and his huron friends here.

- Yes, they were headed
up into the mountains.

- Exactly.

If they were a splinter
from a larger contingent

that company might be still
somewhere along our route.

- It's possible, but not likely.

- And why not?

- Well, if there
were more of them

we'd a come face
to face with them.

The mingos don't usually
leave their brothers behind

to be captured.

- Still, I would prefer
to know precisely.

Which I intend to.

- As well, what I came
to speak to you about

is your prisoner.

I don't believe your current
method of interrogation

is going to get
you what you need.

- Really?

Pray tell why?

- He's a strong-willed man.

Able to take punishment,
more able to dig in if mistreated.

- Hawkeye, when you entered
I asked you for an opinion,

you gave it.

However, I did not
ask for your opinion

regarding either the treatment

or mistreatment
of enemy soldiers.

- Begging your
pardon shields, but...

- Beg nothing,
he is my prisoner.

His each and every
breath is a gift of my mercy.

A gift which shall be taken away

if he continues to
be uncooperative.

That is all.

- Come on frenchy,
the captain's waiting.

Look at him.

Is he a soldier there
or a pig in slop?

Look at this, I'll be needing
to wash my uniform now.

Lessen of course
you lick it clean.

You like the taste
of mud, frenchy?

Now get up, get up.

Hoped you'd listen better.

- That's enough Fallon!

Captain shields
wants this man alive.

- Mckinney.

Mckinney!

- Sir, mckinney and
peavey are here to see you.

- Mckinney and peavey?

- Yes, sir, the boys
from the trading post.

- I know who they are.

What in god's name?

Send them in.

Am I correct in assuming
you have some specific reason

for coming here?

- Yes, sir.

- It's about the
French prisoner, sir.

- What about him?

- Well, we were thinking...

- Which I'm sure you found

an unique and
exciting experience.

- Yes, sir.

- But exactly what
were you thinking about?

- Well, sir, we thought
it would be a good idea

to let the French prisoner fight

in this tournament we're having.

- And why is that?

- Well...

- Might it be that you
witnessed the fortuitous blow

he landed against
sergeant Fallon?

- No sir, we didn't see
anything for what's its.

- And because of that you
believe that wages placed

on the frenchman will
pay off handsomely?

- No captain, twornt
nothing like that.

- Very well boys.

I'm going to allow
the frenchman to fight

in this little match of
yours on the condition that

he be paired against
sergeant Fallon.

- All right.

- It will prove invaluable
for the morale of my men

to see that sergeant
Fallon gives him

the sound beating he deserves.

Let it serve as a symbol

of what our army
will do to the French.

- Yes sir, a symbol, sir.

- Get out.

- So, how you feeling?

- Fine.

Maybe a little sore.

But no worse than in
the morning on big work.

So, tell me you've come
to inquire about my health?

- Not exactly.

I was wondering if you might be

an officer in the French army?

But why?

What makes you think this?

- Just that you keep
turning out to be

different than you appear.

- But there would be no
advantage to me keeping this secret.

If I were an officer I would
be traded to the French side.

- You wouldn't have
to fight sergeant Fallon.

- Has it occurred to you

that possibly I wish
to fight the sergeant?

- Then you wouldn't be
as smart as I think you are.

- Well, maybe I'm
the better fighter.

- Maybe, but he's good,

and he's big.

And usually the good
bigger man will beat

the good smaller man every time.

- In any event I
will not be traded

and I will fight the sergeant.

- Even though you can't win?

- Sometimes in war
victory is not as important

as inflicting punishment.

- I understand
what you're saying,

but this time when he
hits you, I'd stay down.

- Tell me woodsman, if
our position were reversed,

what would you do?

- I'd fight him.

But I'm a woodsman, I'm not
expected to know any better.

- Gentlemen, commence.

- What do we do?

- Beats me.

- What if we call it a draw?

- We can't do that
either one of them

look like a winner to you?

- No.

- Well, then they
both get to be losers,

let's get on to our next match.

House rules that both
men are eliminated.

So let's get on
to our next bout.

The pride of fort
bennington, sergeant Fallon.

And his challenger.

- The unknown frenchman.

- He'll take him.

He'll take him
down with his hands!

- Gentlemen, good luck.

- What's going wrong?

- He ain't getting
any punches in,

that's what's going wrong.

- Why doesn't someone stop this?

- All he has to do is fall down.

- Help me get him
to the infirmary.

- All our money,
every last penny.

- Yeah, well, sometimes
you lose some,

sometimes you win some,

maybe that's why
they call it gambling.

- Do not make a noise.

Believe me, the last
thing I wish in this world

is to have to kill you.

Totally, I beg you, do
not make it necessary.

- Two more matches
and all that money's yours.

- Formality my friend,
it's mine already.

- Where you going?

- Call a nature, my friend.

- Is it call a nature
or that five pints of ale

you just guzzled?

- Halt, who goes there?

Who is it?

Show your face!

You, what are you doing here?

- Leaving, you fool.

- I should have
killed you before.

- Yes, but like all the
rest you are an idiot.

- What happened?

- He's escaped, we've
gotta warn captain shields.

- What is it?

- It's the French prisoner,
Taylor, he's escaped.

- Captain shields, sir,

they found sergeant Fallon
outside the tavern, he's dead.

- Whoever done it broke
up his face pretty well.

- More importantly,
they broke his neck.

- Hawkeye, in my
headquarters, now.

I'm certain he will head
toward ticonderoga.

Do you think he's
aware of our attack?

- It's possible, the man's more
complicated than he seemed.

- What do you mean?

- Everything that he has done
since the time he was captured

'til the time he escaped
seemed to have a purpose.

- As if he had a plan.

- Like a hunter stalking game.

- An ordinary soldier
usually spills his stomach

at the first hint of torture,

this man took a beating
and he told me nothing.

- He took two beatings, Taylor.

- At the hands of Fallon.

But what could that possibly
have to do with any plan?

- And if I were a prisoner
in an enemy camp

I would find it much easier
to escape from the infirmary

rather than the stockade.

The hard part is figuring out
how to get into the infirmary.

- And then he killed Fallon.

Do you think this man is a spy?

- I don't know, but I do
know he's no ordinary soldier.

- If he knows of our plans

and manages to get
back to the French lines,

they could ambush us
and massacre my men

anywhere along this route.

The militia in York, Delaware
would be slaughtered as well,

he's got to be stopped.

- I agree, I'll try
and bring him back.

- Don't try hawkeye, do it.

I will send some men with you.

- I'm better off alone.

- He has a head start!

- I'll find him.

- This
man is dangerous.

- Some people say
that about me, Taylor.

I don't wanna harm you, I
just want to take you back.

I'll make the British trade you

for one of their own
officers in prison.

- It's not possible,
I cannot go back.

- I can guarantee your safety.

- It's not my safety
that concerns me.

- Then whose?

- I believe you know very well.

Tell me woodsman, if you were I,

would you surrender
with the knowledge

that your comrades and friends,

who you know and who you love,

would be attacked in three
days time, probably killed?

- How did you know the British

were going to
attack in three days?

- It's simple, it was the reason
I came to fort bennington.

It was the reason I allowed you

to capture me
in the first place.

- I can't let you go
back and warn them.

I can't let my people be killed.

- No one understands
this better than I.

So, the insanity of war has
brought you and I to this.

A moment all warriors must face

no matter which
side they defend.

- I don't want to do this.

- I take no pleasure in it.

Ha, do you have a name?

- People call me hawkeye.

- They call me Luc.

- The men
here at fort bennington

diverted their thoughts
from the fears and horrors

of the coming battle
as best they could.

- Gentlemen.

- It'll be a good
one, I'm telling ya!

- For all the money!

Danko!

- A round of ale barkeep!

- I have
asked myself why men

of such uncommon
sensitivity and intelligence

allow themselves
to kill each other.

I fear with all my heart

there is no answer
to that question.

And yet, I pray that someday

men like Luc and hawkeye

will find one.