All language subtitles for The Virginian S07E05 - The Wind of Outrage

Storm on the way. Yeah.

What do you wanna do... go
on back and wait for Carnahan?

No point to it. That'd be
just as far as goin' on. Yeah.

Better try to find that hotel
he's supposed to meet us at.

- Howdy.
- You ride very fast.

Trying to beat out the storm.

Why are you here, then, on the very borders
of Canada at the outbreak of winter...

if your purpose
is to avoid storms?

- We're here on business.
- Business?

Yes. Maybe you or
your friends could help us.

In what fashion?

We're supposed to meet someone at a
hotel called the Inn of the Weary Trapper.

You or any of your friends
know where it is?

The name again.

The Inn of the Weary Trapper.

We have not heard of it,
any one of us.

Are you sure of that? They
said everybody around here...

We are all from
around here, my friend.

And you say...

And we say we have
never heard of it, any of us.

Well, thanks... a lot.

So long.

How's your French? Like yours.

We'll pretend we believe 'em. We
didn't come up here to start a border war.

Yeah.

- Good afternoon, gentlemen.
- Good afternoon.

And, uh, may I help you
in any way?

Yes, uh, we have business with a

Mr. Carnahan. We're
supposed to meet him here.

Monsieur Carnahan? Yes.
He's not here.

- Do you know him?
- I know him, yes, but he is not here.

But if you are to meet him here,

then, uh, undoubtedly,
he will be here.

In the meantime, I am sure your
horses will not appreciate you the less...

for allowing them an hour or so
to restore and refresh themselves.

Well, I won't appreciate this one any
less for being able to do the same thing.

At the Inn of the Weary Trapper,
monsieur, you will do much better.

Arnaud!

Gentlemen, please.

We offer a good fire,
a hot meal...

and a mulled wine that is my
personal contribution to the proceedings.

Well, sounds good to me.

You are to meet Monsieur
Carnahan, you say?

We just sold him
a herd of cattle.

His foreman said he had to go
into town to get the money...

and we were supposed
to meet him here.

Let us hope he arrives
before the storm then.

At this time of the year,
gentlemen, when the blizzards come,

lovers can grow old
waiting to keep their trysts.

Please.

Ah. Please, gentlemen. Please.

Hug the fire
and you will remain warm.

These old walls welcome
the wind from every chink.

I'll see about your meals.

Did someone just
come? Two gentlemen.

They will have meals.
I will get the wine.

Even if Carnahan
gets here tonight,

we'll be stuck
unless this storm...

What is it?

You look like you
just saw a... A ghost.

Can I help you, monsieur?

Yeah. Uh, who was
that woman? Woman?

The one you were just
talking to. Oui, monsieur.

That "woman"...
She is Miss Suzanne Mayo.

Mayo? My fiancée.

Congratulations. When
do you tie the knot?

When the maple first buds
in the courtyard.

You've got a long winter ahead
of you. On the contrary, monsieur.

The long winter
is at last behind me.

Your dinners
will be ready very soon.

- Fiancée.
- Do you know that woman?

I guess I do, and I guess
a lot better than he does,

or he wouldn't be talking
about tying the knot.

He'd be yelling for somebody
to bring the handcuffs.

You're sure she's the one, huh?

You don't exactly forget a face that
steals that much money from you...

Along with your saddle, your guns and
pretty near everything else but your socks.

I betcha she would've got them,
too, if they didn't need darning.

You said she was working
with a fella.

Yeah. Jim Jahoda. Big
Jim they used to call him.

Oh, it was a smooth operation...
him, her and her little boy.

And me, the ranch hand
with a wallet full of money...

and his first trip
into the big city.

And thinking about it now after
all these years makes me want...

Oh!

A wind of outrage, gentlemen,

and a blizzard hangs hard
to its coattails.

Wherever Monsieur
Carnahan is at this moment,

that is where he
must spend the night.

Leaving us where? Oh,
we can accommodate you.

Between stagecoaches,
there are always plenty

of rooms at the Inn
of the Weary Trapper.

What if the blizzard
hits before morning?

Then we will have ample time to
grow acquainted with one another.

Yeah, but we... Now,
no use arguing about it.

Even if Carnahan gets here
tonight, it'll be too late to start back.

Say, that was
a mighty good stew.

My mother was known throughout
the quarter for her cassoulet, monsieur.

Of course, this is
a poor imitation of it.

Well, I... I guess you better
find us a couple of beds.

Yes, sir.

Room, uh, 3.

Up the stairs, along the
corridor, almost to the end.

It's already made up. I think
you'll find it quite comfortable.

Thank you. Yes, uh...

Oh, by the way,

can you think of any reason why a bunch
of trappers down the trail about an hour...

wouldn't have ever
heard of this place?

Trappers, monsieur?
What sort of trappers?

Oh, they were French, like you.

You're French, aren't you?

I am a Métis.

My grandfather was
a descendant of Champlain,

my grandmother the daughter
of an Algonquin Indian.

This blood... the blood
in these veins...

is the true blood
of la Nation Métis.

The true blood of the true
children of northwest Canada.

Which of course is small
consolation to a tired traveler...

when his soup is cold, his blanketing
threadbare and his horse uncared for.

Oh, I-I beg your pardon,
monsieur.

What was it you wanted to know?

It doesn't matter.

Did they enjoy their meals?

Yes. Yes, my darling.
At least one of them did.

He discovered it to be,
I believe, "a mighty good stew."

They also enjoyed...
I'm afraid I must confess...

An idiotic outburst
by their host.

What was that? Oh,
an explosion of pride...

An old swelling that should
long ago have been pricked.

Sometimes when you talk
about "long ago,"

I understand the words
but not what you're saying.

Even the words are not
worth the saying anymore.

"Long ago" ended on the day
you permitted me to say "I love you."

Oh, "permitted you."

You are the end
of my heart's journey.

And now I must
see to things outside.

Bonsoir, Louis.

Qui est-ce?

♪ La-la, la-la, la-la ♪

♪ La-la, la-la-la-la ♪♪

Non! C'est impossible!
Ce n'est pas possible!

Ah! Louis!

My darling, imagine.
Here are friends.

Friends I have not seen for...
for how long? Who remembers?

We just finished saying
the past is dead.

And upon the instant, out of it march four
comrades to rebuke us for our impertinence.

My darling, permit me.

Jacques Bonchance.

- Jules St. Laurent.
- Mademoiselle.

Michel Manitou.

And Halevy Beausejour
Sainte Anne des Chennes,

a man with name enough for
three and muscles enough for four.

Gentlemen, Miss Suzanne Mayo,
my fiancée.

I'm very pleased
to meet you all.

Mademoiselle.
Enchanté, mademoiselle.

He asks if you speak French. And
therefore, we shall speak in English.

And there is much to
speak about, huh, Jacques?

Huh, my friends?
Come. Come, all of you.

We will sit by the fire,
we will drink wine,

and we will rekindle the past.

It has already been rekindled.

- That is why we are here.
- What do you mean by that, Jacques?

It is the future, not the past, we
have come to talk about, Louis.

Where can we do that?

Privately.

- In the storeroom outside?
- Come along then.

Oh, he enjoys the
melodrama, that one.

Do not worry, my darling.

We will be right back.

They want something from you.

Well, if it costs nothing,
they shall have it.

So it's Mayo now.

Yes. That was my father's name.
I took it back.

Please... When was that?

When I got out of prison.

We will talk in English, and he
will not know what is being said.

So, since it now appears
you have not come here to, uh,

exchange reminiscences, Jacques,

why have you come?

To bring you home with us.

Well, you know
that is impossible.

An agreement was reached
between the provisional

government and the
people in Ottawa...

The independence of the Métis
in return for my exile.

The agreement was reached,
but it has not been upheld.

One by one, they have denied
each thing they have granted.

The land that was ours,
they say cannot be ours.

The woods we were to trap,
they say we cannot trap.

The streams we were to fish,
they say we cannot fish.

We write them
letters of protest,

and the letters are unanswered.

We go ourselves
to talk with them,

and they deny us admittance.

Louis, we are like the wounded
bear of our own provinces...

Blinded with the pain
of our own bleeding.

And with no one to guide us out
of the path of our own destruction.

Except you, Louis.

Our signatures lie side by side,

and the writing above them
is clear.

I would dissolve the provisional
government of Red River...

and leave Canada forever.

They would guarantee our
community and its people...

for as long as we wished...

to farm those lands
and trap those forests.

Why have they broken
their promises?

There are new people now, Louis,

and they say a promise
to a murderer is not binding.

A murderer? They call me...

Who calls me a murderer?

What does it matter who?

It is their excuse to make
happen what is happening.

And it is our excuse
to once again take up arms...

for the war that could at this moment
be starting while we are here talking.

You will be destroyed. Yes.

Without someone to lead us,
assuredly we will be destroyed.

That is why
we have come for you.

That is why you must
come with us.

For when they learn that, tonight,
Louis Boissevain has returned...

Tonight. Tonight?

You ask me to throw away
everything... like that.

With a snap of the fingers.
Tonight.

What is this "everything" you
are so reluctant to throw away?

I see no "everything."

It is nothing you see.
It is something you feel.

It is peace. Peace and love.

I am 42 years old, my friend.

Until now, I have never
known peace nor felt love.

You have countrymen
twice your age...

who have never known a
wooden roof over their heads...

or felt a full stomach.

Will you be the first Métis
in the hearts of your people...

and in the eyes of the world and
in the pages of the history books?

Or will you be
the last Métis on earth...

who only survived
the bloody struggle...

because he was not there
when the final battle was fought?

You must give me time to think.

The fuse is already alight.

You will be there
for the explosion,

or the explosion
will occur without you.

You will have my answer
in the morning.

At which time, we will know how many
more mornings we may hope to see.

Are you going
to tell him about me?

You haven't told him?

No. Hmm.

Nothing at all?

No husband killed in a gunfight?

No little boy you had
to raise all by yourself?

He doesn't know about Tommy.

Tommy? Oh, yeah.

His name was Tommy, wasn't it?

Yes.

He must be pretty big by now...
Five or six at least.

Or is he always just a baby?

I mean, do you borrow some local kid
for the act wherever you happen to be?

He's six and a half.

He'll be seven next April 26.

Ah, he's pretty grown up,
isn't he?

What's he doing now... taking lessons
in bushwhacking from Jim Jahoda?

Jim's dead.

And Tommy is in
a foster home near Fargo.

Waiting for his mommy to show up
with somebody else's wallet?

Oh, I don't blame you.
I don't blame you.

That's mighty generous
of you, lady.

But that wasn't
my money you stole.

That was money my boss gave
me to buy a herd of cattle in Durango.

And I was two years
working it off. Two years!

- I'm sorry.
- You're sorry.

You don't believe me. Should I?

- After all the lies you told me?
- They weren't lies.

- They was.
- No, they weren't.

My husband was killed in
a gunfight. I was desperate.

I got that job in that saloon,
I met Jim Jahoda,

and he suggested that we go into
partnership... doing what we did to you.

Yeah.

You wait for a stranger
to come into town,

and if he's got money...

Yes.

Oh, it was wrong,

but I didn't know what to do.

- You didn't know what to do.
- No.

And then after the first time,
it was just too late to back out.

I kept telling myself that as soon as I
had enough, I'd take Tommy and I'd run.

I'd run so far that nobody
could ever find us.

But then one day in Fargo,
we got caught at it.

There was a shoot-out.

Jim got killed, and I was
sent to prison for two years.

And Tommy...

They took him away from me...
The courts, legally...

And they put him
in a foster home.

I mustn't see him
or write to him.

They say I'm not
his mother anymore.

That was nearly four years ago.

I suppose he's forgotten me.

But I can't forget.

I only want one thing in this
whole world... in my whole life.

I only think about one thing.
I only dream about one thing.

Tommy.

I want my little boy back again.

If Tommy's in Fargo,
what are you doing here?

Oh... Oh, they'd never
give him back to me.

Not the way I've been,
not the way I am.

- Unless...
- Unless what?

Unless I could show them
that I was different...

Honest, respectable,

- married to someone who was...
- Oh.

That's where Louis comes in.

I love him. Sure.

Oh, yes, I do. I do.

I'd marry him even if
I had Tommy with me.

Would he ask you if he knew?

I don't know.

He's jealous, possessive.

If he knew that there'd
been someone else,

even that long ago,

I don't know what he'd say...
or do.

That's why I'm afraid
to tell him now.

What happens if you ask
him later, after you're married?

I don't know.

I'll do anything... anything...

To have Tommy back again.

Are you going to tell him?

Good evening, monsieur. Is
this the Inn of the Weary Trapper?

Yes, sir. Name's Sturdevant.

I'm expected.
How do you do, sir?

Ah, he'll want a good feed and
some liniment for his off hind leg.

Arnaud! If you please, sir.

Arnaud!

And I'll take a hot drink and a
meal as soon as you can prepare it.

Very good, sir.

Louis. Monsieur Sturdevant.

- Carnahan?
- Who are you, sir?

Who is this man?

Jacques.

Hey. What's going on?

Oh, so it turns out you
know about this place after all.

Raise your hands. What's
the meaning of all this?

Jacques!

Eh!

Louis. What is it?
What's happening?

We will all discover that
at the same time, my darling.

Jacques, who is this man?
What has he done?

And why do you want him seized?
To prevent your being seized.

- Kindly explain that.
- With pleasure.

I told you new people
sit in the government.

I did not tell you
who those people are.

They are friends
of the Scotsman.

The Scotsman?

They have put a price
on your head,

and it is known there are agents of
them seeking you at this very moment.

What is he saying?
Shh. Be silent.

And this one,
you suspect him of being...

I know only
that the reward is high.

And the only requirement
is to deliver Louis

Boissevain into their
hands, alive or dead.

This one and his friend
were riding like the wind,

wishing to know the location
of this inn.

Jacques! Jacques!

Is this true, monsieur?

Are you and your companion,
in fact, bounty hunters...

seeking to turn me over to the
authorities for an amount of money?

I don't even know who
you are. You do not?

No, but you know darn
good and well who I am.

I know who you have said you
are. And I know how to prove it.

How is that? Just ask.

Ask whom?

Carnahan. Ah. Monsieur
Carnahan knows you.

He knows I work for
Shiloh, and he knows he

was supposed to meet
me here with some money.

That is what you have said,
but, uh, he's not here to meet you.

That's on account of the storm. You said
so yourself. Give him a chance to get here.

Yes, give his friend a chance to come
back with reinforcements and seize us all.

Give him a chance
to say his prayers.

That's the only chance
he deserves.

What are you talking
about? Be still.

Are you saying kill him?

For what reason? As an example.

Example?

After the Scotsman, you
talk to me of examples?

No. There will be
no more examples.

Not of that sort.

We will allow the morning
to arrive,

and we will hope Monsieur
Carnahan will arrive with it...

to attest to your
bona fides. Thanks.

We are not so rich in mornings
we can squander them like this.

Be still, Jacques.

There is no time!

There will be no more Scotsmen!
Do you understand me, Jacques?

There will be
no more Scotsmen, Jules.

Yes, Louis.

Yes, Louis.

Take him to the storeroom,
you and Jules.

There is a cell with a
padlock. Here's the key.

Jules, take him to the
storeroom. I said you and Jules.

March. My coat.

If you succeed in capturing the other
one, you will have him join his companion.

And you will do him no harm.

May you freeze to death by
morning, along with your friend.

I am told you are looking for
a Louis Boissevain, monsieur.

I am Louis Boissevain.

In what way can I assist you?

Uh, this young woman...
Is my fiancée, monsieur.

Anything you wish to say to
me may as well be said to her.

Mmm, if you say so.

My name, sir, is Sturdevant.
I am from St. Louis, Missouri.

And I'm here tonight
as a representative...

of three of the biggest fur traders
in the United States of America...

who... understandably, as you'll
see... wish to remain anonymous.

And what business, may I ask,

do the three biggest fur traders
in the United States of America...

have with Louis Boissevain,
a half-breed?

This business, sir.

In this satchel
are 10,000 American dollars,

and they're being offered to you
by these three men...

so that you can buy the arms, ammunitions
and whatever supplies you may require...

in order to successfully
carry out your revolution...

against the government
of Canada.

Louis?

Who are you?

Shh.

Arnaud! Arnaud!

Shh.

$10,000, monsieur,
is a large number of dollars.

Why are your three gentlemen so
anxious to place it at my disposal?

And how was it known
where to deliver it?

Well, there's no point in making
mysteries out of molehills, sir.

Firstly, we learned of your whereabouts
through one of your fellow half-breeds.

What fellow
half-breed, monsieur?

This one.

Why not...

When $10,000 are offered
to make a rebellion...

if someone suitable
can be found to lead it?

Your, um, three biggest
fur traders...

in the United States
of America...

Why are they suddenly so concerned
with the plight of la Nation Métis?

I can assure you, sir, there is
nothing devious in that concern.

Well, the plight of the Métis
began many years ago, monsieur,

when the government
first acquired northwest

Canada from the
Hudson's Bay Company.

This is not the schoolhouse. We did not
come this long way for a history lesson.

The pelt will rot before you are
finished picking the fleas out of it.

Why do you suspect us,
Mr. Boissevain?

We offer you money to win back
the freedom of your forest.

Now, what is there of...
Of suspicion in that?

And after we've won back
this freedom, monsieur...

If our efforts are
successful... what then?

Then, presumably, you will live to
enjoy the fruits of those successes.

And we will owe you a
debt. Of gratitude, sir.

Of something more
substantial than gratitude, huh?

Oh, no. The money is yours free
and clear. It need not be repaid.

No, you are not responding
to my question, monsieur.

What is it we will owe you
when this rebellion is over?

Now, there has been no mention
of your owing us anything.

Our sole interest is in securing free
access to the forests of northwest Canada.

Free access... for whom?

For your people.
And no one else?

I do not follow you,
Mr. Boissevain.

How are your own forests,
monsieur?

Explain yourself, sir.

Are they well supplied?

Do your three biggest fur traders
in the United States of America...

prosper from their trade?

Or are your great forests
as empty of game...

as your great plains
are denuded of buffalo?

I have traveled 1,200 miles to
make conversation with a fool.

No, monsieur. I rather think
you came this distance...

hoping to make conversation
with a fool.

Louis!

Are you refusing this gift?

It is not a gift, Jacques. Do
you see what they are doing?

They are hiring the Métis to
open the woods for their trappers.

Mr. Boissevain!

These proceedings are at an end.

I'm proceeding
to St. Louis at once.

Louis, is it too much to ask
you to think for a moment?

Monsieur. You cannot leave
until morning.

Let the matter remain
open, then, until morning.

If Mr. Boissevain wishes.

Louis, do as much
for your own people...

as you are doing for that
foreigner locked in the storeroom.

You are right, of course.
Until morning then.

Morning?

It appears I must deliver
a series of judgments then.

Well, well. Court
shall convene at sunrise,

and you will find me present
in my robes, my gavel...

and... if necessary...
My black hat.

Jules.

And so at last, it is
your turn, my darling.

And of course, your
immediate question will be...

Who are you? No, no, no.

Who I am you already know.

Who I was...

I will tell you that,
and gladly.

I was the general of an army,

the leader of a people,

the prime minister of a nation.

My people were the Métis.

Our country...
The uncharted forests...

that lie between York Factory
and British Columbia...

From Assiniboine in the south...

to the frozen waters of
the polar circle in the north.

For almost 200 years,

we trapped those woods
and fished those streams...

and lived in God's peace
and in our own pride.

And then the surveyors came...

and the soldiers
and the civil servants,

and we were told...
Ever so politely...

That an arrangement
had been made...

between the government
and the Hudson's Bay Company...

and that now these streams and
these woods belonged to Britain...

and it had not yet been decided
what to do with us.

Louis Boissevain organized
the first raggle-tailed resistance...

to those Englishmen
in their high hats...

and those soldiers
in their red coats.

Louis Boissevain at the head
of a handful of trappers...

turned back a British brigade
that marched into the settlement...

Drums flourishing,
flags flying...

To teach the half-breed
beggars some manners.

The half-breed beggars taught
them a lot more than manners.

I'm sorry... No, no. Shh.
My darling, I am telling you.

When those first tentative
efforts proved successful...

and the enemy
retreated in confusion,

then they came to me...
The people, my people.

The trappers, their women,
the fishermen, the traders,

the skinners, the flensers.

And they said to me,
"Louis Boissevain, lead us."

And Louis Boissevain did.
He led them.

He proclaimed the independence
of his people...

and established the provisional
government of la Nation Métis...

Of which nation he was unanimously
proclaimed prime minister.

You talk about yourself
as if you were someone else.

How perceptive you are.

For as one can easily see...

I am somebody else.

What happened to you?

What happened?
The Scotsman happened.

In Ottawa, they laughed at us.

Government by half-breeds?

A prime minister whose
grandmother was an Indian?

They refused to treat with us,
refused to take us seriously.

So I ordered this Scotsman
hanged.

Yes, yes.

That was precisely the reaction
we wished from Ottawa,

and that was precisely
the reaction we got.

What had he done?

He mocked me. He got
drunk, and he mocked me.

- And you killed him?
- As an example.

To show Ottawa we were not
to be treated lightly.

We existed,
and we demanded attention.

We received it.

From Winnipeg to Halifax, British
Canada rose up and demanded my head.

They're still demanding it.
So tremendous was the outcry,

the representatives of the governor
general called upon me personally.

And so we, uh, negotiated
and reached an agreement.

The Métis would retain
their settlements...

and their trapping
and fishing privileges.

I would leave
the land of my birth forever.

Which I did.

- And came here.
- Finally.

And now, at last,

we no longer have any secrets
at all from each other.

And you must also know this...
which was never a secret, but, uh...

Which now, more than ever,
must be said and said clearly.

The days since I have known you,

they are the only days
of my life where I have felt...

warmth and safety and closeness
to another person.

I have loved my land,
my nation, my people...

with the passion of a patriot.

I have loved my parents
with the dutifulness of a son.

But never before this have I
understood the love of a man for a woman.

I have been...

complete... while I have
been with you.

I could never know that
completeness again without you.

Why would you be without me?

Louis? Why have your friends
come here tonight?

To take me back with them.

I've never been to Canada.

If I go, my darling,
I must leave you behind.

For if I go,
it will be to a war.

And I must go there alone.

And when the war is over?

It is a foolhardy thing,
my most beloved,

in the morning of a battle,

to make promises
for the afternoon.

Excusez-moi, Jacques.

Garçon.

Deux chevaux.
Vite. Oui, Monsieur.

Jules.

Pour Monsieur
Sturdevant. D'accord.

Boy! Get me my horse.

Horse! Horse!

Look, I need your help.

Uh, my horse.

Uh, my horse. Uh...

Mon cheval.

Mon cheval. My horse?
Saddle my horse.

My saddle. My saddle.
Saddle my horse.

Hurry. Hurry.

You have arrived, my friend.

Are you the gentleman
who wrote that note?

Jacques Bonchance
at your service.

Well, inasmuch as your leader
has apparently rejected my offer,

just exactly how are you going to
help me accomplish my objectives?

Very easily.

If I am permitted to
accomplish my objectives,

the way will be cleared
for you to accomplish yours.

Oh? And what would your
objective be in that case?

It is to deliver
Louis Boissevain...

into the hands of the
Canadian authorities...

for trial and execution.

You represent the government
of Canada, sir?

I represent Jacques Bonchance,

who has made a small, private
arrangement with the government of Canada.

Do you mean all of
you? Not all of us.

One of us.

This one... with no brains
and less English...

Will kill if I snap my fingers.

The others... patriots
who are prepared to die...

to preserve the purity
of their mixed blood.

But if I can count
on your cooperation,

the reward will be in my pocket,

and the forests
of northwest Canada...

will be open to your trappers.

You have my promise of that.

Are you in a position
to make such a promise, sir?

Let me describe
this arrangement to you.

The moment the sainted Louis sets
foot on Canadian soil, he will be seized.

We will all be seized.

We will be carried to Ottawa
and flung into prison.

Louis will be tried,
condemned and hanged.

Just before his execution,
I shall escape...

Again by arrangement...

And permitted to return
to my people,

carrying with me the last
words of Louis Boissevain.

"Jacques Bonchance
is your new leader."

Now do you doubt my capacity...

to make, to keep
or to break promises?

Only you will escape.

Only I.

It's a lucky thing for you, sir, that
your comrade here doesn't speak...

Where is he? Halevy!

I didn't come here
to be a party to murder.

Do you prefer that one to
get away with the knowledge...

of why you are here
with $10,000?

I prefer to have nothing further
to do with you or your schemes.

I declare these transactions
at an end, now and forever.

I am proceeding
to St. Louis at once.

And the $10,000?

That, sir, is of no
further concern to you.

After what I told you, you
would go back to St. Louis.

Jacques.

Good morning.

Is Carnahan here? No.

What about my
friend? I don't know.

I brought you some breakfast.

Well, chip the ice off my teeth,

I might be able
to eat something.

What's the price?

How much was in that wallet
back in Durango?

Take it. Find your friend.
Ride out of here.

Just... Just tell me we're even.

That's all I ask.

We're even.

Now listen, everything's gonna
work out for you... you and Louis.

You'll get Tommy back.
I'll bet on it.

Go on. Hurry. Hey. Hey.

Louis!

First, there is an escape.

Then from the storeroom
runs this one.

Il avait un revolver. So.

It does not matter.

You are right.

What does matter is that morning
has come... and with it, your decision.

You will hear it now.
Where is Monsieur Sturdevant?

- He has gone.
- Gone?

Ask your stable boy. He saddled
up and rode off while it was still dark.

He has presumably
withdrawn his offer...

and is returning to St. Louis
with his money.

Then I am spared one decision.

But not the other.

No, not the other.

Which route is the safest?

The Lake of the Pines.
We have canoes waiting.

Then we must act swiftly.

Trampas!

What happened?

Where's Louis? He's gone.

With the rest of the men? Yes.

How long ago? What-What is it?

What... Here. Help
me get him inside.

What happened? Careful now.

Sit down right here.
Let me get your coat.

Take it easy.

He left just after sunrise.
It's nearly midday.

- They go by horseback?
- No. Please tell me why you're asking.

Go on. Tell her.

One of them
is a government agent.

Soon as they cross the Canadian border,
they'll all be grabbed by the police.

No.

Now look, take it easy. There's still
a chance to catch 'em if we work fast.

But they left so long ago.

Do you have any idea where they
were planning to cross into Canada?

Lake of the Pines.
They've got canoes there.

I can catch 'em easy
by horseback.

You have to stick to the trails.
They'll be going across country.

You don't even know
where the Lake of the Pines is.

I know where it is.

That bounty hunter's got too
much at stake to give up easy.

He's got one murder
on his hands already...

and $10,000 in stolen money.

Anybody gets near enough to
call him, he'll come out shooting.

He'll come out shooting
a lot faster if you're alone.

- He wouldn't dare shoot me.
- How do you figure that?

Because if he shot me,
Louis would shoot him.

- Please.
- Bundle up.

Now you just...
You just take it easy.

Come on down, my friend!

Louis, ask him about Sturdevant,
and where's the $10,000.

Cochon!

What does he mean by that?

What does it matter
what a bounty hunter means?

Shoot him and be damned
to what he means.

- He's the bounty hunter.
- Jacques?

You are either a fool
or a liar, monsieur.

Then find out for yourself.

Get in one of those canoes and paddle
to the other side. They're waiting for you.

You'll be arrested as soon as you
reach shore. And he arranged it.

Will you listen to these lies?

Jacques and I have been
little children together.

Your friend sold you
to Ottawa for the reward.

Even if those words were spoken
by somebody I knew and trusted,

I would not believe them.

Even if they were spoken by me?

What are you doing here?

He's telling the truth.
You've been sold out.

You've all been sold out by him.

I'm demanding an end
to these insults.

Jacques.

Jacques.

Here he is!
Louis Boissevain is here!

Take him!

We would lay our traps together.

There would be months when
we would see no one else.

When I left Red River
for the university,

it was the first day
since we were boys...

that we would not say good
morning to each other on the next day.

Louis, I swear to you...

On the graves of our brothers
who fell in the rebellion,

I swear to you,
we knew nothing of this.

I believe you, my friends.

The first blood has been drawn.

That means we cannot turn back
until the last drops have been let.

And so, my darling,

as though the pain of
saying farewell to each other...

were not sufficiently cruel,

we must do it twice
in the same day.

You'll still go? Yes.

After this? Yes.

But at a point
further along the coast.

If they are waiting for us here,

they will not be waiting
somewhere else.

What more is there
to say except,

may the good Lord
who looks after us all...

Bring you safely
back to me someday.

Have you ever, my darling,

waked in the morning
from a beautiful dream...

and then tried
to reach out, clutch,

draw back again those last
fleeting, disappearing wisps...

to keep the dream
for just a moment more?

But knowing... knowing
all time that it was gone,

that it would never,
never return.

Can't you ever dream
the same dream again?

Oh, yes, but in the end, you
must always wake up again.

It is better to live with
memories than with dreams.

Far better.

My memories will be
beautiful memories...

More beautiful than the
most beautiful of dreams.

I wish yours could be the same.

Good-bye, my precious.

Louis!

There's something
I've got to tell you.

What is that?

It's about me,
about what I was before.

You said we had no more
secrets from each other.

But that's not true, because I...

Eh! Louis!

Je viens, Jules.
Say nothing more.

If you have ever thought
anything or felt anything...

or been anything that you
believe requires forgiveness,

then I forgive you, neither knowing
nor caring what it is I forgive.

But only remember this.

Whatever you have
done in your life,

you have made
Louis Boissevain...

the happiest man
that ever walked the earth.

And as long as there
is a God in the sky,

he will smile upon you for this.

Good-bye, my dearest love.

May our dreams meet in
the days and nights to come.

Sure sorry about the delay.

Looks like the storm
skirted you.

Kept me holed up at Pinecreek
all night and half the day.

Well, no harm done. You got the
cattle, and we've got the money.

Only thing is, we'd like to
manage a little celebratin'...

if we were
at the ranch together.

We managed to keep busy.

I gotta get back now. Give
my regards to your people.

I'll do that, Mr. Carnahan.
Good luck to you.

So long.

Well, Arnaud's
got the horses saddled.

We'd better get movin' before
another storm blows in on us.

Yeah. I'll be with you
in a minute.

You don't believe I
really love him, do you?

I, uh...

I believe
you love him very much.

Otherwise, you would've tried
harder to keep him from going.

And I'll tell you
something else I believe.

If it had worked out
the way you wanted it to,

Tommy would have had
a couple of fine parents.

Both of them.

Well. What are you
going to do now?

I'm gonna close up the inn...
and go back to Fargo.

Oh, I know they won't
ever give him to me now.

They won't even let me see him.

But they can't stop me
from living there.

They can't stop me from
knowing I'm near him, can they?

No, they can't do that.

No.

Of course, he probably
won't remember me.

I mean, if he happens
to see me...

on his way to school
or coming home, you know.

But if one day,

if I was to say, "Hello, little
boy. What's your name?"

He might answer me.
Don't you think he might?

I'm sure he will.

- Good-bye, Trampas.
- Good-bye, Suzanne.

Good luck.

- So long, Miss Mayo.
- Bye.

Inn of the Weary Trapper. Yeah.

It is better to live
with memories than with dreams.

My memories will be
beautiful memories...

More beautiful than
the most beautiful of dreams.