All language subtitles for Unconquered (1947)_Eng

NARRATOR: At the forks of the
Ohio stands an American city,

a colossus of steel,

whose mills and furnaces bring
forth bone and sinew for a nation.

Not so long ago

a lonely outpost guarded
this very spot.

It was called Fort Pitt.

It stood at the edge
of an unknown land,

one of a line of forts

that ran from Virginia
to the Great Lakes,

marking the end of the known

and the beginning
of the unknown.

Civilization was east of
the Allegheny Mountains.

Conquest, opportunity
and death

lay to the west.

All around Fort Pitt
was a vast forest,

always beautiful,
always dangerous.

Men came into it
seeking many things.

Some for wealth,
some for refuge

some for freedom.

But to the Indian, all
men came as invaders.

Wars for survival between
red men and white

threatened to sweep away
these little forts.

Yet men kept coming west.

Some to build their
own fortunes,

even at the price
of Indian wars.

Others to build a nation,

even at the price
of their own lives.

These are the unconquered,

who push ever forward the
frontiers of man's freedom.

But history sometimes chooses its heroes
and heroines from strange places.

For one, the hope of freedom was
born at Old Bailey in London,

in the year 1763.

(RAIN PATTERING)
Prisoner at the bar.

You have been found guilty of the
most heinous crime, of murder.

It is my duty to pass
upon you the sentence

which the law enjoins.

Abigail Martha Hale,

the sentence of this court is...
My lord.

Woman, be still.
My lord, hear me.

My brother was ill of fever when the
press-gang broke in to take him.

I helped him fight
to be free.

In that fight, an impressing officer
of the Royal Navy was killed.

My brother was
killed too, my lord.

The prisoner is here
to receive sentence.

The sentence of this court is

that you be taken from this
place to a lawful prison

and thence to a
place of execution.

And that you there be hanged by
the neck until you are dead.

And may the Lord have
mercy on your soul.

Come.

One word more,

by the gracious generosity of Our
Sovereign Lord, King George the Third,

it is in my power to offer
you the King's mercy.

Instead of execution,

you may be transported to His
Majesty's colonies in North America.

Not to die, my lord?

And to serve not less than 14
years as an indentured slave,

to be sold at auction
to the highest bidder.

Slavery in the colonies
or the gallows here.

Speak up, girl,
which is it to be?

Slavery, my lord.

(CREW CHATTERING)

Get the blood in your cheeks.

You'll fetch a better price
at Norfolk tomorrow.

Mr. Leach, you won't sell me
away from my husband, will you?

You'll sell according
to your indentures.

Seven year, l'll be free
and get me a bit of land.

And maybe even a strong wife.

LEACH: Get along, get along.

Me, l'll get me bought by a nice
rich widow and marry myself free.

I ain't a rich widow,
but l'm willing.

(GROANS)

Ain't you got a
wife already, Tom?

Wife. I'm serving time
for all four of them.

Break your ranks and
save your shanks.

(LAUGHING)

Our land of opportunity.

Jeremy,

how old shall l
look in 14 years?

(LAUGHING) Fourteen
years older, of course.

LEACH: Here, here, have a care there.
Have a care.

MAN: Hold onto the slate.

MAN 2: Make fast
to the pin rail.

MAN 3: Ease that on the deck.

And at ease.

Some sort of
chopping instrument.

LEACH: Stand by your braces.

Let go of the last one.

Jeremy, put it back before
the owner sees you.

GARTH: The owner
has seen you.

Hand me that tomahawk.
Tomahawk?

I was just remarking
to this young lady...

Convicts should know the
punishment for stealing.

Captain. Well, he
didn't steal it.

No, well, perhaps...

Who are you? My
daughter, sir.

The devoted daughter
of Jeremy John Love.

Jeremy, l'm not
your daughter.

No, not in fact,
but in spirit.

You seem a gentleman
of discernment, sir.

Tell me, can you
always spot the queen?

I believe so. Excellent,
I've heard...

No, no. Don't go away, my dear.
Jeremy, please.

You show a taste for
entertainment, sir,

entertainment with a dash of risk.
Well?

Well, sir, observe your queen
is now between two knaves,

thus.

But can you tell me where
the queen is hiding now?

And if l do? The stake
is yours to name, sir.

A pound. A pound it is.

Put it up.

Oh, well, l seldom carry large
sums of money upon my...

You have other assets.

Perhaps a kiss from your
daughter-in-spirit.

Jeremy, l won't be...

Keep your hair on,
he can't win.

MAN: Man the mizzen
top-sail sheets.

A golden sovereign.
Gallant risk, sir.

Now, sir.

Now, can you tell me where
the queen is hiding?

Yes. Up the sleeve of a cheat
who is about to get 30 lashes.

Thirty?

You wouldn't have a man
of his age whipped.

His age hasn't improved
his honesty or yours.

Slave driver. Wait.

I'll give you the kiss.

You're not giving
it, l won it.

(GASPS)

MAN: He's got her
anchored all right.

Another cheat.

I paid you.

You can do better.

Slave driver. Yes.

Yes, Mr. Garth.

This woman for sale? Yes, Mr. Garth.
They're all for sale.

Indentured servant?

No, sir. Felon.

Felon? It ain't deep in
her character, Mr. Garth.

She's good manners,
gentle, sweet.

Fit for all kinds
of housework.

I'll buy her.

I won't be sold to this man.
What's her price?

Mr. Leach, the judge said public
auction. LEACH: Hold your tongue.

She's right.

We'll have an
auction right here.

Gentlemen, would any of you care
to bid against me for his girl?

MAN: Not me. I don't
hold much with slavery.

That red hair could
change a man's mind.

I'm starting at �20.

�20 is bid for
Abigail Martha Hale.

Offering 14 years
of servitude.

Let them see your face, girl.

Going once, going twice.

For the third and last time...
HOLDEN: And sixpence.

FERGUS: Pardon?

Man, you've an eye
like an eagle.

But l dinnae ken your
way of throwing.

Did you say something, sir?
Yes, l said, "And sixpence."

Lend me your bodkin, Fergus.

It's an Indian knife throw.

Captain Holden has a
reputation for joking.

Make your sale.

Oh, yes, sir. Yes, sir, Mr.
Garth.

Going to Mr. Garth for...
You heard my bid?

LEACH: Yes, sir,
�20 and sixpence.

Would your humor desert you,
Captain Holden, at �50?

MAN 1: �50, did you hear that?
MAN 2: What do you know!

�50 for this likely
servant maid.

Strong and willing.

Do l hear another bid?
And sixpence.

LEACH: And sixpence.

�50 and sixpence.

LEACH: Do l hear �55?
Cash on the barrel.

Cash on the barrel.

Try another.

�50 and sixpence, l'm bid.

�60. And sixpence.

�60 and sixpence...
That's better.

He must be very rich
or very interested.

He hasn't even looked at me.

�60 and sixpence
for this rare gem.

Smile, you little scut.

Do l hear another bid?
GARTH: Yes.

�65.

(GASPS)

(ALL MURMURING)

And sixpence.

LEACH: It's �65 and sixpence.
Hey, Chris,

the game's getting a wee bit rough.
Here's your coat.

Do l hear �70? You will not see the likes
of this maid in all His Majesty's colonies.

You seem to want this girl.

The Ohio country won't be a
healthy place for a white woman

when the Indians get these
toys you're bringing them.

Usual trade goods. Usual?

What you've got aboard the brig
Minerva and the ship Paragon?

It might pay you to
mind your own business.

I found that out from one of your
Senecas on the Catawba Trail.

You met one of the bad shots.

�70. �70.

That one will never learn
to shoot any better.

And sixpence.

I hear �70 and
another sixpence.

Have a closer
look, gentlemen.

Skin soft as satin.

Cheerful as a meadowlark.

MAN 1: Muskets. MAN 2: That's
guns in there. They're all new.

Even this ship is loaded
with your usual trade goods.

Indians don't trade
furs for Bibles.

They don't trade for
bond slaves, either.

What are your plans for her?

Field hand on
your plantation?

I apologize for Mr.
Garth, ma'am.

In Virginia we use dirt to grow
tobacco and bury our dead.

We don't like your kind of dirt, Mr.
Garth.

MAN 3: Watch out.
No, gentlemen, no.

Not on my ship.

You are quite right, Captain Brooks.
His purse.

Perhaps someday he'll come
west of the Alleghenies.

Dueling code is very different
in the Ohio country.

�70 and sixpence is bid, gentlemen,
for this dainty little package.

Look at her slender form,

the tilt of her head.

You, sir, would you care
to put in a bid, sir?

No, thank you. I've never
had to buy trouble.

Here's my bid,

�103. �103. A Turk's ransom.

Jeremy, l'm frightened.

A hundred quid would frighten
the wings off an angel.

And sixpence.

I'll double that
tomorrow at Norfolk.

Cash on the barrel, Mr.
Garth.

Is that yours? No, mine's
in the Captain's strongbox.

He's right. Cash is the law.

Make the sale.

�103 and sixpence,
once, twice.

Sold to Captain
Holden for �103...

And sixpence.

Sorry, Mr. Garth.

Quite a price for a
rose of Old Bailey.

Here's your bonnet.

Have the bill of sale
ready in the morning.

Yes, sir. Yes, sir.

My dear Captain, allow
me to present my ward.

I hope you had a very
pleasant voyage, ma'am.

Well...

Chris...

Chris, a loony man would
seem wise alongside of you.

Why did ye do it?

Garth is bad
medicine, Fergus.

She'll be safer with him than
with your promised bride tomorrow

when she sees yon red-headed
purchase you just made.

Aye. Diana.

MAN: Land ho!

(MEN SHOUTING)

MAN 1: Haul away on the...
MAN 2: Clear tire.

Clear tire.

Your longboat's
making fast, sir.

Does it carry a young
lady armed with a musket?

The ship's agent brought
this aboard, sir. Thank you.

Oh, will you have my luggage
lowered to the longboat?

Certainly, sir.

From the impatient bride?

No, from John Fraser.

Pittsburgh blacksmith.
Pittsburgh?

Little village in Virginia.

Listen to this.

"Trouble's busting
everywhere.

"When you get yours, if
you ain't killed nobody,

"meet me at the
Peakestown Fair."

John must have dipped
his pen in applejack.

He can't have known
you're getting married.

If you'll sign Mistress Hale's
papers, sir. Whose? Oh.

Have the notary certify these,
then give them to the girl.

Yes, sir. She's on deck.

If he likes sugarplums,

you look just like one.

He's probably married,
with six children.

Stop babbling.

Just get him to buy me and l'll have
you riding in your own carriage.

Love accomplishes all
things, my dear.

For instance, for luck.

Jeremy, it's a gold piece.
Uh-huh.

King Charles double guinea.

It was given to my mother
by a prince of the blood.

There he is. Well, go to him.
Go to him.

Keep your gold in your fist,
your tongue in your cheek,

and don't be too forward,

and not too backward, either.

MAN: Pick up, you're
slacking that line.

Good morning, Captain Holden.
Good morning, Miss...

Well, l'm all ready.

Yes. I see you are.

Bend your bonnets.

Do we go now?

I'm sorry, Miss... Abby.

Miss Abby. But l'm not taking you.
You're free.

But didn't you buy me?

Oh, yes, l bought you...
MAN: Watch yourself.

Stand clear, you.

And now l've set you free.

ABBY: You mean really free? HOLDEN: Yes.
Leach will give you your papers.

I'm very grateful, but l
won't accept my freedom.

You won't?

I owe you �103 and sixpence and l
intend to work for you until it's paid.

Oh, not for me.

You're much too pretty to pass
the porridge on my honeymoon.

Your honeymoon? But...

You're married?

I will be within the week.

Goodbye, Abby.

Then why did you buy me?
What?

Why did you buy me?

Oh, to see if sixpence
could poison a snake.

Oh. You bought me because
you don't like him.

(SAILORS CHATTERING)

Well, here's a lucky piece to
brighten your opinion of me.

It's a King Charles
double guinea.

What did l do with it?

Oh, l see.

I didn't steal it.

I see your hand was
quicker than my eye.

Keep it.

More freight for
the longboat.

MAN: Aye, aye, sir.
Hold tight.

Take it easy, men. You've
got a passenger on it.

Easy on that cargo sling.

Keep it clear of the shroud.

Chris.

HOLDEN: No. Doesn't
look like it to me.

DIANA: Who's the girl with him?
Don't know. Very pretty.

MAN 1: Flip the toddle.

Clear that gear.
MAN 2: On deck.

Overhaul the cabling.
Batten the hooks down.

Pull the hatch ladder. Watch
your footing on the gangway.

There's Martha. There she is.

Goodbye, George.

See you in Jamestown.
Land never looked better.

WOMAN: I'm so glad to be
home, l could walk on air.

Hello, Bone.

I'll sign these later.
Very good, sir.

What'd you bring
from Pittsburgh?

Two wagons of this
kind of stuff.

Injuns ain't hunting.

What's wrong?

Gun trading's been stopped.

Who stopped it?
Indian Commissioner.

He wants you to meet
him at Peakestown.

Looks like the pot's
started to boil.

What's Pontiac say?

Says the Delawares will join and
the Shawnees and the Chippewas.

He ain't sure about
the Wyandots.

They'll come in when their
powder horns are full.

Steady there, steady.

Back that tray up, 'tis powder.
Hang on.

MAN: Take up the slack
in the quarter line.

Get up, Leach, and
let me sign these.

Yes, sir, Mr. Garth.

Wicked waste of money.

By you?

Captain Holden setting
that girl free.

Yes, very wasteful.

How would you like to sell all your
bond slaves to Mr. Bone, here?

Bond slaves? I got
no use for...

Say, �400? �400?

Well... Why, sold.

All except... Except no one.

But that girl is free.

You're sailing next week.
Who'd know?

Double-selling a bond slave
is a hanging offense.

Here's a mink for you,

so the rope won't
scratch your neck.

(DOOR OPENING)

Mr. Leach, Captain Holden
said you'd give me my papers.

Well...

He said that? Yes,
he set me free.

Free? That's carrying
a joke too far.

What is?

First he pretends to buy the girl,
then he pretends to set her free.

He did buy me.

If he bought a girl as pretty as
you, he'd never set her free.

Mr. Leach?

I'm sure the gentleman
meant no harm.

But he'd have told me.

He didn't have the courage.
It is rather a grim joke.

You bought me.

No. Bone.

Where're you going?

He'll sell the others
at Peakestown Fair.

You're not for sale.

I won't go with him.
You'll go all right.

I ain't bad company.

Get the furs aboard and
the slaves ashore.

Start west before night.

(SLAVES SINGING SPIRITUAL)

What's the matter, Jason?
You're not singing.

I guess there ain't much singing
left in me, Master Chris.

Just thinking.

You're thinking, too, Diana?

Why? Haven't l been talking?

Yes, you've been talking,

but about dogs and
colts and cotton.

About most everything
except us.

Well, the mosquitoes are
glad l'm back anyway.

Oh, l'm glad you're
back, Chris.

So is your brother, Harold.

Poor Hal. Poor?

Well, we can't both
have you, Diana.

Chris,

when l look into your eyes,
l don't see myself there.

You must be a little blind.

I see horizons,

ranges of uncrossed
mountains, the unknown.

You belong to that, Chris,

the way an eagle
belongs to the sky.

But l'm different.
No, you're not.

Let me tell you what l
see in your eyes. No.

You won't like the view.

It doesn't go beyond the
walls of Holden Hall.

What are you trying to say?

Something l've been trying to
tell you in everything but words.

Hal and l are married.

You married Holden Hall
and �20,000 a year.

I married the things
l want, Chris.

Where are we, Jason?

Just passing Blount's
Landing, Master Chris.

Put me ashore. Chris, come
home and meet your brother.

I don't care to inherit
the brand of Cain.

He set aside �20,000 for you.

I paid �100 for a little
thief aboard ship.

I think you were overpriced.

I was never yours to sell.

I guess you're right.

Your wedding present's
in those trunks.

There's a green dress with
all the fluff to go with it,

designed by Forgel, Madame
Pompadour's dressmaker.

Just right for you.
Cost �187.

Here are the keys.

You'll find someone more
worthy than l am to wear them.

Some squaw, west of
the Alleghenies.

Swing those trunks ashore.
Yes, sir, Master Chris.

Oh, Chris, you'll
forget me in no time.

You'll forget
that in no time.

Just pile that stuff right here.
I'll get a wagon.

Yes, sir, Master Chris. Take
me with you, Master Chris.

You're not mine to take.

I'll miss you, Jason. You
taught me most of what l know.

You might have taught me a
little more about women.

Goodbye, old friend.

(BAND PLAYING MUSIC)

MAN: Now, while balancing
himself on one foot

with nothing between him and the
ground but this knife-sharp wire,

he will cut in
two a paper tube

held in the mouths of
these fair young damsels.

Don't worry if he misses, he
told me they were two-faced.

This gentleman...

Hi, there, John Fraser. Ain't
you a long way from Pittsburgh?

Five days and 150 miles
uphill both ways.

(MAN LAUGHING)

that far-famed monster
of Madagascar,

the one-horned Boukabekabus.

Two, sir. Thank you.

With the hide of a bull, the head of a
unicorn, and the wisdom of a prophet,

he has astonished the
crowned heads of Europe

and now can be seen for three days
only right here in Peakestown.

Hey, blacksmith, think you
could hammer shoes on that?

Pittsburgh, he'd
be a house pet.

Cider. Cider.
Fresh, sweet cider.

Hard as a rock.

Cider here.

Hazard and risk for your
education and recreation.

Neptune's loveliest daughter, she has the
face of a female and the body of a fish.

She has lured, my friends, many a
brave sea captain to his destruction.

Now, you with the spinning wheel
there, don't go away. Come on in.

Come in, folks.

You've never seen
anything like it before.

You'll never see
anything like it again.

Scales on her tail and...
Thank you very much, sir.

Scales on her tail and
seaweed in her hair.

The greatest exhibit at
the Peakestown Fair.

HOLDEN: You can't take her home
to your wife, John Fraser.

Chris. Chris Holden.

I've been looking all over for you.
By gollys, how are you?

Did you expect to find me
in there with the mermaid?

Aw, shucks. I wasn't... Pile your
loot in the back and climb aboard.

Say, ain't you traveling
kind of fancy?

What did you bring back,
the London Bridge?

Well, a green
dress for a bride

and women's doodads, which l
expect to swap for trade goods.

Well, get over.

Yep. I heard about her.

(CLICKING TONGUE)

Chris, you wasn't cut out to marry no
Tidewater lady and just rusticate.

I don't know what the
good Lord was about

when he made a female out
of a perfectly good rib.

We'll tote your doodads
over to Fort Pitt.

Officers' wives will
pay more for them.

That's quite a
speech for you.

But you didn't bring me out
here just to tell me that.

What's going on?
Trouble, Chris.

You can smell it as far as
a flea can smell a dog.

Keep this covered.

Where did you get this?

Off an Injun that aimed
a mite too high.

(WHISTLES)

The Indian Commissioner seen it?
Sir William?

No, not yet. I
kept it for you.

MAN: Going twice. Sold to the gent
in the butternut vest for �14.

Pay the notary, mister.
He'll give you your papers.

Put your hat on, lad. It's your
sweat l'm buying, not your spirit.

You don't have to bow
and scrape to me.

Take this one for �1. He'll
keep the crows off your field.

All right, come along.
Let's see.

Say, you. Yeah.

I'm looking to buy
a wife for my son.

Oh, wife.

(GROANS)

Here, young lady. A buxom
lass from Lancashire.

She can outwork a horse.

Kind and loving as a dove.

Made a little
mistake, that's all.

She'll make your son a
fine, affectionable wife.

What do you say, Son?

Joshua, what's the
matter with you?

Ma, buy me that one.

She ain't for sale.

Get back on the wagon.

Why did you tell me to
stand here and smile?

For bait. Get going.

BONE: Now, lady,
what's your bid?

WOMAN: Let me talk to
this girl private.

Look, Abby,

there's Captain Holden
going into the tavern.

BONE: Here you are, folks, this young fella's
as strong as a goat and smart as a fox.

I'd rather look at
the devil himself.

BONE: Takes to work like a duck
to water. What do you say?

Colonel Washington
is here too, Chris.

I thought maybe you and him might
get the Indian Commissioner to...

What's biting you? You ain't going
to buy a bond slave, are you?

That girl looks like one
l've already bought.

It is, Captain.

The moment you left,
she came to me.

I use her for drawing crowds.

And l thought she
was only a thief.

Hello, Chris, Mr.
Garth. Mr. Lee.

Colonel Washington. You
said to fetch him, George.

You know the Indian Commissioner,
Sir William Johnson.

How are you, Captain?
Sir William.

I haven't seen you since the Indians
chased us off Braddock's Field.

What's the matter? You look as though
they'd just caught up with you.

Mr. Garth was just enlightening me on
the manners and morals of bond slaves.

My wife was a bond slave,
you know, Captain Holden.

One of my teachers was an
indentured convict, Chris.

Fine man. Never could
teach me to spell.

Coming? Yes, sir.

I'll join you inside,
Sir William.

BUYER: Fourteen.

Only �14 for as handy a couple as
you'll find this side of Cape Henry.

I don't want both. I
bid �14 for the man.

The woman is yours,
mister, for �6 more.

A woman's no good
in my fields.

Oh, Ben, hold me close.
I'm frightened.

Who'll say �20 for them both?
You?

MAN: Not me. You?

Then it's �14 for the man.
Sold to this gentleman here.

Now, what am l bid
for the woman?

Don't sell us apart, Mr.
Bone.

You'd be apart if you was
serving your terms in prison.

Now, what am l bid for this?
Who'll say six for the woman?

It's not human to sell a man
away from his wife, Mr. Bone.

Shut your yap. Don't buy
him alone, sir. Please.

I don't buy women.
But she's his wife.

Keep quiet.

You never said they're
man and wife, fella.

They're slaves, ain't they?

I'm not breaking up a family.

The girl's right.
Get down there.

Don't whip her because of me, Mr.
Bone.

Keep out of this. Don't
worry about me, Maggie.

Get on down there.
Take over, Art.

Don't go away, gentlemen.
Don't go away.

Come on, we can
see over the top.

Here's a good, strong field
hand for your plantation.

Strong of back.

Strong of arm.

What am l bid. Do l hear �10?
You'll get it now.

Please don't.

MAN: Hold your tongue.
You've been asking for this.

It's time to learn
who's your master.

Maybe it is, Bone.

She spiked a sale.

Loose her. MAN: Ain't
they gonna tan her?

WOMAN: They're
taking her down.

Fix your dress in
the tent, Abby.

Are you out of your mind?
You said to gentle her.

Flogging collects a crowd.
Chris Holden's here.

Has he seen her? Yes.

Sell what you can and get
going for Pittsburgh.

(GASPS)

He hurt you.

I'm all right.

I'm sorry about this.

Why did you stop him?

I hoped you would
forgive and forget.

Slavery hasn't taught
me forgiveness.

Or gratitude.

I'm grateful for
what you've done.

I can do more.

Would you help me get away?

Where?

There isn't a town in these colonies big
enough to hide that red hair of yours.

Some try for the west.
The west?

You've never seen a doe
dragged down by a wolf pack

or a white woman when an Indian
war party had done with her.

You don't know what freedom's
worth until you lose it.

Isn't worth much against
a Shawnee torture stake.

Hanging in England
is quick, Abby.

Is it worse than 14 years
of bondage with Bone?

(MEN LAUGHING)

It doesn't have to be bondage

or Bone.

GARTH: Hannah.

Mamaultee bring word
from my father.

Well?

Guyasuta say to Garth,

Pontiac at Wolf Creek.

Hannah, look after this girl.

(SPEAKING NATIVE
AMERICAN LANGUAGE)

(BONE CHATTERING)

White one. Pretty.

Who are you? A bond slave.

He no look at you
like bond slave.

His.

Who are you? His wife.

For years, gentlemen, l've
had the Indians' friendship.

I sometimes think that only an Irishman
can really understand the red man.

(ALL CHUCKLING)

Now, maybe l'm getting old,
but l still know the signs.

There's a cloud of trouble
coming down over the Ohio

with the sound of
war drums in it.

I've heard them before.

And l know that closing your ears
to them can cost you your scalp.

What's behind it, Sir William?
Mr. Carroll,

when old enemies like the Ottawas,
the Shawnees, and the Senecas

meet together in council, the
thread's off the bobbin.

Perhaps just a meeting
to bury the hatchet.

In somebody's skull.

Do you think there's war in
this, Colonel Washington?

The whole frontier's
a powder keg.

And those two gentlemen
were almost the fuse.

Mr. Mason and Mr. Dixon,
the London astronomers,

have been running a survey to
settle Pennsylvania's boundary line

and her claim to Pittsburgh
and the Ohio country.

Pittsburgh, gentlemen,
is in Virginia.

You can see for yourselves.

But, Brother Lee,

Pittsburgh is in Pennsylvania

and the whole Ohio Territory is...
Mine.

Yours, Mr. Garth? Yes.

I'm no surveyor, gentlemen,

but the Allegheny runs
here and the Monongahela.

Here's Pittsburgh.

Colonel Washington wants
this territory for Virginia.

Mr. Andrews thinks
it's in Pennsylvania.

But l hold deeds to
it from the Indians.

The Indians cannot deed lands, Mr.
Garth.

Not by law. Whose law? Pennsylvania's?
Virginia's?

The King's law.

The King's law moves
with the King's muskets.

And there are very few King's
muskets west of the Alleghenies.

There's only bear,
beaver and muskrat,

and they don't need
boundary lines.

Mr. Garth.

The very heavens
need boundary lines.

Mr. Mason and l have measured the
distance from Earth to Mars.

There are no savages between
Earth and Mars, Mr. Dixon.

There are 10,000 red hot ones
between here and the Ohio.

And it's no place for
surveyors or settlers.

You're there.

I rule it.

You can't rule part of Pennsylvania.
Nor Virginia.

Nobody rules it until
this survey is completed.

And l regret to inform you

that the Mason and Dixon
Line has been stopped.

Stopped? When?

How could it be stopped?
WASHINGTON: Mr. Mason.

Stopped rather thoroughly
at Dunkard's Creek

by a band of painted
aborigines.

(ALL GRUMBLING)

It must have been
a hunting party.

Why should Indians stop a survey?
Why?

To hide the movement of war
parties across the Ohio trail.

ALL: War parties?

The Senecas, the Ottawas,

Delawares, Shawnees... You
mean a general uprising?

MAN: Have they powder and lead?
War parties?

Is that possible,
Sir William?

So possible that we have forbidden
the sale of firearms to the Indians.

But, Sir William, no one could
bring those tribes together.

I think there is someone, Mr.
Garth.

Who? Pontiac.

Pontiac? The Ottawa chief?

Pontiac's a friend
of the white man.

Which white man?

Those who stay east
of the Alleghenies.

Mr. Garth has just
been in England

trying to get a law passed prohibiting
settlement west of the Allegheny.

He wants the whole fur
empire to himself.

Settlers will never be safe
west of the mountains.

Why, their homes are there.

Their graves will be there,
unless you call them back.

Mr. Garth.

Those people will never abandon
a settlement like Pittsburgh.

I'm sorry, Colonel
Washington.

I know you selected
that site yourself,

but after all, a fort at
the end of the earth,

guarding nothing, on a
couple of useless rivers.

That triangle of land, sir, may be
the most vital spot in this country.

Oh, my dear Colonel.

I visited John Fraser's
forge there once.

And saw... Coal and iron,
that's what he saw.

Pittsburgh's like a hen sitting on more coal
than she can hatch in a thousand years.

Cook the iron with that coal
and what've you got? Steel.

Why, that town'll sprout into a city
of maybe four or five thousand folks.

(ALL LAUGHING)

Don't laugh, gentlemen.
John's a good gunsmith

and we may need more guns
than words to build a future.

I've given my opinion.

If you ignore it, l'll wash my
hands clean of the whole matter.

I hope they stay clean.
Captain Holden.

Mr. Garth knows the Indians.
He ought to.

He's married to Guyasuta's daughter and
is a blood brother of the Senecas.

Watch your words, man.

Didn't you exchange
blood with Guyasuta?

Yes.

That's why the Senecas trade with me
rather than with Crawford or Croghan.

My trading posts would be the first to
go up in the smoke of an Indian war.

Then why did you send hundreds
of muskets from England?

Thousands of flints, tons of
bar lead and powder to...

Captain Holden, what
are you suggesting?

(LAUGHING)

Captain Holden is
somewhat bitter toward me

because of a pretty
bond slave aboard ship.

Seems he's lost his famous
luck with the ladies.

You still haven't explained the
shipments of arms, Mr. Garth.

Explain them? I deny them.

Any other information you'd like?
Yes.

In case of an Indian war,
which side would you be on?

I've killed men for
less than that.

For much less.

Captain Holden, l suggest
that you control yourself

and leave Mr. Garth to
control the Indians.

Control?

No one can control the Indians, once
they've sent around the red belt of war.

But if you close the
Ohio to settlement,

the war belt will never be passed.
It has been passed.

What? When?

MAN: That's hard to believe.

How do you know?

John Fraser took this off
an Ottawa near Venango.

Crossed tomahawks.

The war belt. A war belt!

That otter there
is Pontiac's sign.

On its way to Guyasuta. Mr.
Garth's blood brother.

Colonel Bouquet, that belt makes
it a matter for the army.

I have no army. What? Why?

The Black Watch is just in from the
Caribbean, fever among the men.

Do you expect miracles?

We cannot be ready
for four months.

Four months?

There won't be a live settler
west of the mountains.

Then pull your settlers back.

Or stop the war before it breaks.
How?

By sending peace belts
to all the chiefs.

Peace belts? Yes.

Why not, Sir William?

Calling a council.
It's worked before.

Pontiac'd make buzzard bait out
of the man hat carried them.

No.

No, l believe the peace
belts could get through

if they were carried by an expert
woodsman such as Captain Holden.

Holden? It'd be
murder, Chris.

Why?

He knows the Indians, he knows the
trails, and he's a dead shot.

What do you say,
Captain Holden?

I'll take them, Sir William.

That was a brave thing
you just said, Captain.

I'll provide the
scouts, Captain.

I guess l'll provide my
own scouts, Mr. Garth.

Where'll you be?

Wolf Creek with Guyasuta

and Pontiac.

BONE: Get back in the wagon.

How soon can you start?

Tonight, if John Fraser gets
me buckskins and a rifle.

The peace belts will not
be ready for three days.

How will you go? By
Nemacolin's Path.

I'll take charge of
the pathfinding.

You're not going, John.

Now, Chris, there's no reason...
Your wife would skin me alive.

You're going to drive
my gear to Pittsburgh.

Captain, your mission
is confidential.

If you run into trouble, you
cannot tell the military

or we'll have this war on our
hands before we can fight it.

Colonel Bouquet is right.

Action by the military
is the one thing

that would instantly unite all
the tribes behind Pontiac.

You'll be playing a
lone hand, Chris.

You might have use
for this compass.

It's not Boston Common
you'll be crossing.

WASHINGTON: Indeed, it's not.

Headstones are the only
milestones on Nemacolin's Path.

I haven't seen a bird or a
wild critter in an hour.

Me, neither.

(ARROW WHIZZING) It
don't smell right.

(JOE GRUNTS)

Joe.

(HORSE NEIGHING)

Clean through the heart.
He's dead.

I've got the belts.

Come on. Save your scalp.

(SPEAKING NATIVE
AMERICAN LANGUAGE)

Dan, grab that branch.

This dang tree needs pruning.

My powder horn.

(HORSES APPROACHING)

My powder horn, he's seen it.

Well, that's one good Injun.

Ottawa. What's Ottawas
doing in Seneca country?

Ask Garth.

No time for
souvenirs, come on.

I reckon we shook them off.

You can't ever shake
off an Indian.

I left my wind about
six miles back.

I ought to have
my brain dusted.

With that skull ax?

A few days ago, this tomahawk
was on a ship with Garth.

He didn't waste much time
passing them around.

Garth knew these belts were going through
and he knew we were carrying them.

That's why Joe Lavat's back there
with an arrow through him.

You still delivering
peace belts?

We've got another job
to do first, Dan.

Killing Garth, l guess.

I guess.

That's my job, Dan.

We'll split up

and if l don't get through to
Pittsburgh, the job is yours.

Let's get going.

I'm traveling over
Chestnut Ridge.

I'll cross Turkey Foot to
the Old Braddock Road.

Nothing ever travels
that but ghosts.

Be sure you ain't one of them.
Thanks.

I'll meet you on Coal Hill
above Fort Pitt before noon.

Before noon.

You want this compass? No.

I'd get lost.

Well, so long, Captain.

So long, Fur-face.

Dan McCoy with a compass.

Hang onto your powder
horn this time.

(MAN SHOUTING ORDERS)

(ARMY BAND PLAYING DRUMS)

(FIDDLE PLAYING)

(MEN CHATTERING MERRILY)

What're you drinking? Rum.

(LAUGHS)

So am I. Hey.

Well, don't swallow the cup.
I won't.

(MEN LAUGHING)

Five fingers of rum to drink
to the King's birthday.

Go on and be nice to them.

None of that that trade
slop you feed the savages.

MAN: Hey, get that jug
of rum over here.

Ale.

Hey, you're pretty.

Ain't been here long, have you?
You've been here too long.

What's your name, dearie?
Corn whiskey.

(LAUGHS)

Come here, Corn Whiskey.
Oh, don't. No, please.

I ain't gonna hurt you.
I just want...

(ALL LAUGHING)

Better you spilled blood.

Scrub it up before Bone beats
the daylights out of you.

Come on. Come on or Bone'll
charge you for a bath.

Hey, what about my liquor? MAN
1: Lap it up off the floor, Jim.

MAN 2: Jake, you owe
me one for this.

JAKE: There's plenty
more at the bar.

Why you no run away?

Run away, Hannah? Where?

Where he no find you. Garth?

He come here tonight

for you.

Spilling that grog will add
a year onto your time.

But l didn't...
Get out there.

(SPEAKING NATIVE
AMERICAN LANGUAGE)

Here's your bottle.
Keep out of sight.

(SPEAKING NATIVE
AMERICAN LANGUAGE)

Them Indians won't trade
for nothing but gunpowder.

Give it to them. It's
breaking the law.

Give it to them.

And so, gentlemen, you see a mink skin.
But observe.

The mink skin is no
longer a mink skin.

It has become a
silver button.

(SPEAKING NATIVE
AMERICAN LANGUAGE)

(BONE SPEAKING NATIVE
AMERICAN LANGUAGE)

What's the ruckus?

Well, this aborigine here claims
there were five little minks.

See for yourself there are only four.
One, two, three, four.

(SPEAKING NATIVE
AMERICAN LANGUAGE)

Why, you worthless, lard-bellied,
thieving... Trying to start a massacre?

We've got enough trouble.

Some more just
came in the door.

(ALL CLAMORING)

(SPEAKING NATIVE
AMERICAN LANGUAGE)

Keep scrubbing.

Get along.

Looking for somebody?

Garth trade here?

Some. Where is he?

How do l know?
This Ottawa knows.

No, he just come
in from up north.

Northeast, maybe
from Chestnut Ridge.

What of it? He's a
friendly Indian.

He is? Then, why is he wearing
a dead man's powder horn?

He ain't. Powder horns are easy to get.
Not this one.

Get Mr. Bone a drink.
From over there.

This Indian killed Dan McCoy
to get a leather pouch.

Where is it?

I don't know.

But if you came here looking
for trouble, you've found it.

Keep both hands on that drink, Mr.
Bone.

Where's the pouch?

Is this what you're
looking for?

Shut your... Bone.

Yes, that's it. You've certainly
come down in the world.

So has my opinion of you.

Is this Mr. Garth's
hospitality?

You're not going anywhere. Keep
your hands flat on the bar.

I figured you'd do better
with your freedom.

What freedom? Freedom to
be beaten with a whip,

to serve and to scrub and
milk, from sunup to midnight?

Then crawl into a cornhusk bed
too tired to sleep or even cry?

Why don't you quit?
A slave can't quit.

Slave?

But l set you free.

You never set her free.

No. He bought me and tonight
he's selling me to Garth.

Shut up, you. Keep both hands
on that drink, Mr. Bone.

Tonight, huh?

Get your things, Abby.

I haven't any things.

You have two feet, get up on
them and bring the pouch.

I'll break your arms if...
No, you won't.

I bought her and if she's not free,
she's mine. Get behind me, Abby.

Now start for the door.

(ALL MUTTERING)

Art. Jake.

ART: Coming, boss.
JAKE: I'll get him.

I'll put a hole through the first
thing in this room that moves.

Slave stealing means hanging.

You've got the right neck for it, Mr.
Bone. Get your hand back on that drink.

Garth will be looking for you.
That's the idea.

(GROANS)

That one was for Dan McCoy.

There's another one here for
Joe Lavat if anybody wants it.

Get that rifle and
get him at gunpoint.

We'll get him, boss.

Where to?

Fraser's forge, and don't
pick my pocket on the way.

(MEN CLAMORING)

(DOOR RATTLING)

Hello, John.

Chris, what are
you doing here?

You must have been
traveling on a broomstick.

Sit down and let your
breath catch up with you.

I thought you was on a job
for Colonel Washington.

I am. Well, what happened?

An Ottawa.

What's that? A lady.

Thank you.

Did you bring her
here to get shod?

Well, she cast a shoe.

John Fraser.

Yeah.

Where's that pressing iron
you were heating for me?

Scalping's too good for you.

Standing there lollygagging
with every Tom...

(EXCLAIMS)

Land o'mighty, Chris! Well, Half-Pint.
Let me look at you.

(EXCLAIMS) Pretty.

Oh, Chris. Right in front
of my own husband.

(CHUCKLING)

What'd you come here for?
King's birthday ball?

I didn't know he was having one,
but l came to dance it with you.

You're the biggest liar ever crossed
the Alleghenies, except my John.

Chris, you're making me dizzy. Stop
prancing and tell me the truth.

Well, l tell you l
came to trap a skunk.

Appears to me you
trapped a chipmunk.

I beg your pardon,
Mistress Abigail,

l want you to meet the love
of my life, Mrs. John Fraser.

Your servant, ma'am. Well,
she's nice-mannered.

She's the wench
from the tavern.

Garth'll nail your hide to
the barn door for this.

He owns everything in that tavern.
What'd you bring her here for?

To give her a bath.

Save us, what next?

What for you want to give her a bath?
Because she's dirty.

Look at her hair,
look at her clothes,

look at her...
Well, look at her.

She's stolen goods, Chris.

Ain't your place to wash
other people's belongings.

Scrub her clean enough and
even Garth won't know her.

You're just plumb crazy.

Where's that luggage of mine
you brought from Peakestown?

She can't go to the
ball looking like that.

The King's birthday ball? Me?

He is crazy. I believe
you're right.

You're gonna be scrubbed so clean
that you're gonna look like new.

Not by you, l'm not.

Now your back.

Oh, stop wiggling, child.
I have soap in my mouth.

Well, keep it shut.

Skin's real pink when you
get down to it. More water.

This ought to fit. She's
about Diana's size.

I won't go to the ball.

You can't drag me around in
your wife's old clothes.

(EXCLAIMS)

Washing a slave girl ain't
gonna stop no Injun bust-out.

Washing this one might.
Hey, what's this?

I don't know.

It's nothing for a bachelor.
Where's that water?

Bachelor? He's not a bachelor. Oh,
yes, he is, and he's gonna stay one.

(YELLS)

You didn't get married? No.

My uniform's in the other trunk.
Where is it, John?

In here.

He didn't get married. Lucky
escape for some woman. Stand up.

Chris, the whole frontier's
just ready to bust wide open

and here you are traipsing
around with a little...

John, did you ever catch
a bear with honey?

(PEOPLE CHATTERING MERRILY)

SERVANT: Mr. And Mrs.
George Carter.

(MUSIC PLAYING)

I'll be right back, Carl.
All right, Sara.

Name, please. Not me.
Everybody knows me.

All right, sir.

Howdy, Carl.

I'm ready. I'm
hankering for a dance.

WOMAN: Oh, hello, Sally.
Having a good time?

Oh, Captain Ecuyer.

Every lady in Pittsburgh is simply
perishing for a dance with you.

My dancing was ended by an old wound.
In the heart, Captain Ecuyer?

Unfortunately, a
trifle lower.

I left my dancing days in Switzerland.
Captain Steele dances for me here.

I'll hold you to that, sir.
Look.

(MOANS)

That's a vulgar noise,
Captain, but l agree with it.

Captain Christopher Holden,
Mistress Abigail Hale.

MAN: Abigail Hale?

Why are they staring so?

You look like Venus emerging
from an emerald sea.

What a heavenly gown.
What an angel in it.

How would l look in a dress like
that, Jim? You'll never know, Ma.

How do you do? I know you by
reputation, Captain Holden.

What brings you to Pittsburgh?
A lady from London, sir.

Mistress Abigail Hale, Captain
Ecuyer, Commandant of Fort Pitt.

A charming breath of England
to sweeten our wilderness.

My second in command, Captain Steele.
Captain.

Your servant, ma'am.

I'm sure we've met before.

I think not, Captain, l've
been very closely guarded.

We crossed the Atlantic on the same ship.
She was allowed very little freedom.

You're still a riddle to me, Miss Hale.
Perhaps this dance will help solve it.

I'll solve this one, Captain.

Outmaneuvered, Captain, huh?

John Fraser, l believe
you're going to faint.

Get me to the punch
bowl, Mother.

Fine feathers certainly
make a difference.

In this case, the bird
improves the feathers.

You're quite a burst of plumage
yourself, Captain Holden.

You mean birds of a feather?
No, you think l'm a thief.

And you thought l was a liar.

I've seen that
girl somewhere.

Must have been heaven.

(SIGHING)

GUARD 1: Post number two.
11:00 and all's well.

GUARD 2: Post number three.
11:00 and all's well.

GUARD 3: Post number four.
11:00 and all's well.

GUARD 4: Post number five.
11:00 and all's well.

All's well, isn't it?

Too quiet.

You seem to be watching
for something.

Watchfulness isn't
a bad thing, Abby,

when you are at the edge
of the end of the world.

Why? What's there?

Forests and savages.

The end of the present, the
beginning of the future.

The beginning of the
future, Captain Holden?

Chris.

Why did you really come
to Pittsburgh, Chris?

The moonlight is turning
your dress into green fire.

It wasn't to set
me free, as it?

And the stars are
dancing in your eyes.

Did you come through 500
miles of wilderness

to tell me the stars are
dancing in my eyes?

Can you think of
any better reason?

A woman only thinks
what she wants to.

And you want to think l
came to set you free?

Maybe no one has the right
to own anyone else.

Men and women weren't made to
be bought like yards of cloth.

At the tavern, you
said you owned me.

I do.

But you want to be
free, don't you?

I wonder... Hey, you're
ruining the ordnance.

I'm not sure l want to be free of
you, Chris. Why do you say that?

Because you've taken me out
of a horrible nightmare.

Because you've given me kindness
and happiness and understanding.

Abby, listen to me.

It wasn't kindness and understanding
that made me bring you here.

No? Why did you bring me?

Because l know Garth will follow.
Garth?

When he sees you here like this,
he'll try to take you back,

and then l can do what l
came to Pittsburgh to do.

Kill him? Is that it?
Yes, that's it.

And l'm the bait, staked out like a deer
to draw a tiger. That's true, isn't it?

Yes. And you said the
stars were in my eyes.

They were there.
Because l thought...

Oh, it doesn't matter.

Everything that you've done for me is
because you wanted to challenge Garth.

You're not a man.

You're a walking loaded rifle with one
bloodthirsty purpose, to kill Garth.

You haven't blood in your
veins, you've gunpowder.

Abby, maybe you're right.

But this is more important
than you or me, or both of us.

If Garth doesn't die
within the next few hours,

a lot of men and women
on this frontier will.

You're either the world's greatest
liar or the world's greatest fool.

You're probably both.
I'm going.

You'll stay and see it through.
Why should I?

Because l own you.

A few minutes ago you said
nobody should be owned.

Do you ever mean anything
you say, Captain Holden?

Here's your good-luck piece.

You'll need it when you meet Mr.
Garth.

(PEOPLE CHATTERING)

(BAND CONTINUES MUSIC)

Miss Hale, l couldn't find you
for our dance. Yes, l know.

No, this one's mine,
isn't it, Miss Hale?

No, l'm sorry. Perhaps
the next one, Miss Hale.

Mistress Hale, you
promised this dance to me.

What's happened to Chris?
Gentlemen, l'm not dancing.

Mrs. Fraser, may l have this dance?
I'd love to.

Love? With me?

Mistress Hale. You promised.

There'll be no living with
Baillie after this. Yeah.

She's madder than a bucketful
of hornets, Chris.

You needn't signal, Mr. Fraser.
He'll know l'm here.

The bear has come for the honey.
He's come for your hide.

Then stand away
from me, Half-Pint.

(TAPPING ON FLOOR)

Ladies and gentlemen,
your attention, please.

Mistress Hale, will
you come forward?

They're going to crown
you queen of the ball.

I think not. May l
have your arm, please?

(ALL MURMURING)

Yes, Captain Ecuyer?

Is this the young lady, Mr.
Garth?

Yes, sir. My runaway
bond slave.

(ALL GASPING)

MAN: Bond slave? I knew
l'd seen her before.

WOMAN: Mistress
Hale from England.

(WOMAN GIGGLING)

Mistress Hale...
Quiet, quiet, please.

Thank you, Lieutenant.
I'll take this girl.

Lieutenant, you may finish
this dance with Miss Hale.

Well, sir, that's mighty good of
you, but... This girl is mine.

Captain Ecuyer, Mr. Garth has
three indisputable talents.

He is a liar, a cheat and a coward.
Captain Holden.

Captain, l bought this girl,
which makes him a liar,

he stole her from me,
which makes him a cheat,

and he won't fight, which
makes him a coward.

By your leave, sir.

Captain Steele, will you arrange
the time and the place?

Who speaks for you, sir? John
Fraser, and the sooner the better.

The King's birthday ball is
no place to arrange a duel.

Mr. Garth and l can step outside
and settle this in a few minutes.

Sunup tomorrow. The
light will be better.

In the meantime, l'll take my property.
Not by law.

I am the law here.

The question of who owns this girl
will be settled in my office.

Sergeant, music. Yes, sir.

Ladles and gentlemen,
continue dancing, please.

Captain Steele, bring Miss
Hale to my office. Gentlemen.

(MUSIC PLAYING)

WOMAN 1: Well, it might
be, so come away.

WOMAN 2: She scrubs the
floors at Bone's tavern.

MAN 1: She can scrub the floor
at my house any time she wants.

WOMAN 3: I wonder where she got that
dress. MAN 2: Stolen, l reckon.

Did you know this,
Jane Fraser?

Of course l did. She's
a mighty fine girl.

WOMAN 4: I still say that
dress came from Paris.

Don't you go boiling
over in there, now.

You ain't supposed to let on to
the military why you're here.

Keep your scalp on, John.
Mine's on tighter than yours.

Captain Holden, you haven't
one scrap of reason

or evidence to support
your claim to this girl.

The law requires a bill of sale.
I have it.

Norfolk notary. Sold to Bone.
Bone to me.

ECUYER: These papers
are in order.

You come brawling into Mr.
Garth's tavern,

killing Indians,
stealing bond slaves

and now you answer
his rightful claim

by hurling challenges like
a bully in a schoolyard.

Captain Holden's been trying to pick a
quarrel with me ever since we left England.

Why?

I ask permission not
to answer that.

GARTH: He's a bad
loser, that's all.

His vanity was hurt over this girl and he's
followed me here to repair it with a bullet.

Is that true?

Did you come here because of this girl?
Yes, sir.

This woman is yours, Mr. Garth.
You can take her.

Do you realize what you
have done to this woman?

Mr. Garth has the legal right to give
her the whipping post, the pillory,

or the branding iron if
he chooses to use it.

Mr. Garth won't
live to use It.

Good evening, Captain Ecuyer.
Come, Abby.

You'd better take
her out this way.

Captain Holden, you are under my orders.
If you harm...

l'll send the dress back
to you, Captain Holden.

I'm going after that girl.
No, you are not.

If you try, you'll spend the next
five years in the fort's dungeon.

And don't look as though you'd
like to cut my heart out.

It's against regulations.

Shall we join the ladies?

Bone leave for Venango?
Yes, two hours ago.

You know what to do.

Abby. You. Get out.

A little sherry, perhaps. No.

I once penned an ode
to the wines of Spain.

(CLEARS THROAT)

"Italian wines are rich..." Abby.
Wait.

"The wines of France are light as
air but the wines of Spain..."

Are you going? "The
wines of Spain..."

Why did you go with Holden?
To be free.

He can't set you free.

He may, when he meets
you at sunup tomorrow.

Tomorrow never comes.

Aren't you going to fight him?
I don't have to fight for you.

You're mine, just as my horse or
my dogs or my boots are mine.

I'll serve my time, 14 years,
l'll work faithfully...

Faithfully? Running
away with Holden?

I'm not going to punish you.

But you'll never forget
again who you belong to.

(DOOR OPENING)

Drums of war sound.

All fort die by white
flag that is red.

Why do the Indians
come to you?

Guyasuta wait for Garth.

You're with them.

Bring the girl.

(SPEAKING NATIVE
AMERICAN LANGUAGE)

Take your hands off me.

Stop it. Hannah, please make them stop.
Make them let me go.

(SPEAKING NATIVE
AMERICAN LANGUAGE)

(SCREAMS)

Jeremy.

Jeremy.

You savages.

(CRASHING)

(ALL CHATTERING)

(MUSIC PLAYING)

And you fighting a
duel in the morning.

Why, this might be
your last dance.

Excuse me, ma'am, l'll
go and make my will.

Sorry, sir, you're
not to pass.

Captain Ecuyer.
Where's the Captain?

What's happened?

Don't let those people in here.
This is the King's birthday ball.

I'm sorry, sir, this
woman's in distress...

Save your children.

Go. Go get your children.

That's Joe Pruitt's
missus from Clapham's.

Clapham's? That's
more than 20 miles.

WOMAN 1: Poor soul.
WOMAN 2: Let me help.

Stand back. Give her room. Clapham's
ain't no more. They're all dead.

What happened? Injuns,
they killed my Joe.

No. That child is badly hurt.

Get Dr. Boyd. Yes, sir.

Some brandy for this woman.
Yes, sir.

They crept up in the night.
How many?

More than 100 of them.

They massacred Colonel Clapham
and all his womenfolk

and Jim Mealy and
the Garvice boys.

The murdering devils. Holden. WOMAN:
My babies. I've got to get my babies.

Tom, come on.

(ALL CLAMORING)

My kids. I left them
with a Seneca squaw.

Well, l was just visiting here.
May be a long visit.

Attention, everyone.

You will bring your families into the
fort, your livestock and foodstuffs.

Major Trent, as the settlers come in,
form them into militia companies.

Yes, sir.

Captain Steele, put the entire garrison
under arms at their posts of alarm.

Yes, sir.

Mr. Hutchins. Yes, sir.

Run up the signal torch on
the gate staff. Yes, sir.

Mr. Baillie. Yes, sir.

One squad to stand
by the drawbridge.

It remains down till all
the settlers are in.

Yes, sir. Sir, order to
load the powder magazine.

Captain Holden. Yes, sir.

Since you are anxious to leave,
take 20 men and level the town.

Dismantle what you can and
burn the rest. Yes, sir.

And leave nothing standing to give
cover to the savages. Take Fraser.

Yes, sir.

Captain Holden.

Be sure you come back.

Yes, sir.

You can't burn my place, Holden. It
took me two years to build that store.

It'll take you all eternity
to grow a new scalp.

Where to first, Chris?
Bone's tavern.

(THUDDING)

Watch your torches. Move
that log out of the way!

Search this place, men. OFFICER:
Stroud, stand watch by the door.

Go to Black Watch's
until ordered.

Abby. Abby. Search
back there.

Keep you eyes peeled, now.

Abby. Everywhere.

Sergeant, pile up everything
in this room that will burn.

Yes, sir. Not in the middle,
against the counter...

Captain Holden.
Captain Holden.

JEREMY: Captain Holden.
Hey, Chris, come here.

Yes, sir. Bring those
chairs over here

and throw them on. Yes, sir.

Throw those bundles over.

Where's Abby?

They've taken her, Hannah and the
Indians, to Guyasuta's camp.

MAN: Hurry up, before
those redsticks get here.

Guyasuta? Yes.

Get me some dried meat
and a powder horn.

Lend me your rifle and
powder horn, John.

Chris, you can't go after her.
You wouldn't stand a chance.

You've seen what they
do to white women.

Where are your bullets?

Ecuyer ordered you to burn this town.
They'll burn her.

And you spitted right
alongside her.

Chris, you're the goldarndest, contrariest
fool l ever did see. I'm going with you.

You're staying here and
carrying out Ecuyer's orders.

Here you are, Captain. The
dried meat and powder horn.

What am l going to
tell Ecuyer about you?

You tell him l'll report to him
in heaven, if we both get there.

Good luck, sir.

MAN: All clear upstairs. All
right, put the torch to it.

Let her go.

Let it all come down. Fire
in the stable. Yes, sir.

Throw a torch under
the stairwell.

Here, strike the
Ottawas under Pontiac.

Fort Detroit.

Here, the Mingos
of Chief Skarat.

Fort Niagara.

Here, the Wyandots
of Chief Takee.

Fort Sandusky.

Here, the Senecas
under you, Genowah.

Fort Venango.

And here you, Guyasuta, with
Delawares, Shawnees and Senecas.

Fort Pitt.

Ecuyer is a shrewd,
strong warrior.

Sioto has made medicine.

Fort Pitt will die. All
these forts must die.

(ALL AGREEING)

By white flag

that is red.

(SPEAKING NATIVE
AMERICAN LANGUAGE)

We know, all chief know.

(SPEAKING NATIVE
AMERICAN LANGUAGE)

Is the white girl safe?

(SPEAKING NATIVE
AMERICAN LANGUAGE)

Hannah, you will stay here with her.
I go to Fort Pitt.

(SPEAKING NATIVE
AMERICAN LANGUAGE)

My daughter your woman.
She go with you.

As my brother wishes.

But the white girl stays here.
Protect her.

(INDIANS CHANTING)

What are they going to do?

Before white one come,
Garth see only this one.

I've tried to tell
you that he...

This one love Garth,
very big love.

He doesn't mean
anything to me.

He mean much to me.

Soon white one, no more.

This one go with husband.

Hannah.

I've heard what they
do to white women.

I'm not very brave. Will you ask
them please to let it be quick?

(SPEAKING NATIVE
AMERICAN LANGUAGE)

Never quick.

(ALL CLAMORING)

(MEN LAUGHING)

(SPEAKING NATIVE
AMERICAN LANGUAGE)

(DRUMS BEATING RHYTHMICALLY)

(ALL CHANTING)

(WHIMPERING)

(CHANTING CONTINUES)

(ABBY EXCLAIMS)

(ABBY SCREAMING)

(MAN YELLING)

(ALL SHOUTING)

(DOG BARKING)

Chris.

Chris, go back! Go back!

Maybe l've come to
the wrong village.

I was looking for great
warriors, the Seneca.

Chris, you can't save me.

We are Seneca. These?

These are not the Senecas l know. I
was there when they stopped Braddock.

(SPEAKING NATIVE
AMERICAN LANGUAGE)

These...

These are just squaws painted like
men, only fit to torture women.

(ALL SHOUTING)

Chris, they'll kill you.

Keep your tongue
between your teeth.

Who calls himself Chief
among these woman fighters?

(ALL MUTTERING)

I am Guyasuta.

You think we are women?

(SPEAKING NATIVE
AMERICAN LANGUAGE)

(SPEAKING NATIVE
AMERICAN LANGUAGE)

I am unarmed.

You forget your own laws. Tell
these squaws l come in peace.

(SPEAKING NATIVE
AMERICAN LANGUAGE)

You come in peace,

go in peace. That's better.

Untie her.

Why you come?

I bring belts of peace from Sir William.
Red belt of war has passed.

White man's forts will burn.
All die.

White woman burn.

(ALL AGREEING)

Some may die, but more
will come, always more.

White man's medicine is strong,
nothing can stop them.

Sioto medicine stop them.

Can Sioto match his
medicine against mine?

Sioto can make rains
come, winds blow.

Sioto can speak to the dead.

With my medicine l can take this
woman, even this worthless squaw

and vanish as l came, and Sioto and
all your braves can never find us.

You speak big words.

(ALL MURMURING)

(ALL SHOUTING)

Stand back.

This magic is strong.

It obeys only me.

Watch this little arrow.
It is magic.

Little arrow point to that
tree and nowhere else.

(ALL MURMURING)

Now, you feathered vulture, you
make it point somewhere else.

Here, take it.

If it obeys you, the girl
dies and l die with her.

(ALL MURMURING)

But if it does
not obey Sioto,

l will take the girl and you cannot
follow until the arrow turns.

Is it a bargain?

It is bargain.

Make arrow point.

(DRUM BEATING)

(SPEAKING NATIVE
AMERICAN LANGUAGE)

Looks like the little arrow only
hears the white man's tongue.

Point at fire.

Little arrow, do not listen
to Sioto's medicine.

Point at fire.

Looks like you're
not doing so well.

Oh, Chris.

(SPEAKING NATIVE
AMERICAN LANGUAGE)

Sioto say not magic. Arrow
point all time at tree.

It points where l tell it to.

It will point at you.

(ALL CLAMORING)

Chris, you can't. You know it won't.
Squaw talk.

Arm yourself, Guyasuta. This
is the medicine of death.

Give him a knife,
the tomahawk.

Not this one, one of the new
steel ones of Garth's, a gun.

Now,

little arrow,

point to the chief
of the Seneca.

Take it.

(SPEAKING NATIVE
AMERICAN LANGUAGE)

Tell Sioto to make it
turn from you if he can.

(SPEAKING NATIVE
AMERICAN LANGUAGE)

Turn, arrow. Point
at white man.

(DRUM BEATING)

The little arrow points
only at you, Guyasuta.

Release the squaw.

(ALL CLAMORING) Take her.
Take her.

Guyasuta is once
again a great chief.

(WOMEN CLAMORING)

(DOG BARKING)

No. No. Help.

(DOG SNARLING)

Let her go. Let go. Get out of here.
Go on, go on. Get away. Get away.

Get away. Go on. Get away.
Get out of here.

Don't fall. Keep your nerve.
I haven't much left.

Don't let them know it,
we're not out of here yet.

Guyasuta, if your men follow
before that arrow moves

it will go right
through your heart.

(ALL MUTTERING)

Keep going. Keep going.

(SPEAKING NATIVE
AMERICAN LANGUAGE)

Now get.

(DRUM BEATING)

It's dawn. They'll be hunting
us by daylight. What can we do?

Die more comfortably.

Follow me.

(SPEAKING NATIVE
AMERICAN LANGUAGE)

(SPEAKING NATIVE
AMERICAN LANGUAGE)

(ALL HOOTING)

Push those two adrift and
get in the other one.

Where to? Kingdom come.

(SPEAKING NATIVE
AMERICAN LANGUAGE)

(SPEAKING NATIVE
AMERICAN LANGUAGE)

(ORDERING IN NATIVE
AMERICAN LANGUAGE)

Look, Chris, they're coming.

Save your breath
for paddling.

We're gaining.
Current's faster.

There are rapids ahead.

There's worse behind.

Hand me your paddle
and move back here.

(SPEAKING NATIVE
AMERICAN LANGUAGE)

(ORDERING IN NATIVE
AMERICAN LANGUAGE)

(YELLS)

(YELLING IN NATIVE
AMERICAN LANGUAGE)

Chris, the waterfall.

Untie my sash.

Put the sash around my neck
and tie it under your arms.

We're going over. Hang
onto me and pray.

Hold tight. Here we go.

Oh, Chris.

(SPEAKING NATIVE
AMERICAN LANGUAGE)

(BIRDS CHIRPING)

(DOG HOWLING)

Wolves.

(WHIMPERING)

There, my little
nimrod, is your wolf.

Well, he had wolves
for ancestors.

(WHIMPERING)

Hello, boy. Hello,
boy, hello, boy.

You all alone?

Where's your family?

They had to get out in a hurry.
Look here.

"Injuns Riz. Me and
missus gone to Venango.

"You better get there too if you
can read this. Ben Salter."

We'd better get
inside for the night.

(GASPS)

What is it?

Clothes.

I wonder if Mrs.
Salter would mind.

Well, l'm borrowing Mr. Salter's
shirt whether he minds or not.

Hey. What's the matter?

Food. Beans.

(EXCLAIMS)

Just like coming home.

Chris? Yes.

What happened to
the little dog?

Out chasing
varmints, l guess.

We'll take him along with us to Ben
Salter and his wife at Venango.

I wonder why they
didn't take him.

"Benjamin Salter, his Bible."

I was thinking the Salters must
have been very happy here.

Why?

It feels like it, doesn't it?

I guess so.

Back in London, l used to want to be a
grand lady with carriages and mansions.

Maybe you will someday. No.

Now l just want what the
Salters have. This.

Was she very pretty?

Hmm?

Who?

The girl you bought
the green dress for.

Oh, Diana.

I guess so.

Why didn't you marry her?

She liked someone
else better.

Better than you?

She must have been crazy.

Good night, Chris.

Good night, Abby.

(WHIMPERING)

Hey, aren't you a little bit old to
be playing with dolls, young fellow?

(WHIMPERING)

Hey, what's the matter?
What's troubling you, huh?

What do you got? What do
you got out there, a bear?

Well, all right,
let's go get him.

Come on.

Say, you're bright-eyed and
bushy-tailed this morning.

(DOG WHINING) Hey, what's the matter?
What...

(DOG WHINING)

Chris? Chris?

Go back in the house, Abby.
Why? What are you doing?

Digging.

Look, good fit. Nice color.

What's this?

A doll.

The Salters won't be
coming back, Abby.

They never left.

(DOG WHINING)
What do you mean?

Why is the dog... Don't look.

(SOBBING)

No one has a chance
in this wilderness.

Nobody can fight it.

It'll always be wilderness.

The savages will burn
and torture and kill

until they get it back.

Abby, get a couple of those sticks
and tie them together for a cross.

People like the Salters can
never be stopped, Abby.

The Indians can kill
them and run them off,

but more will keep coming.

The Salters are the New
World, unconquered.

Unconquerable

because they're
strong and free,

because they have
faith in themselves,

and in God.

Here, tie it
together with this.

Chris. I need shoeing again.

Venango is just
around the bend.

It is? Let's look.

Let's patch the
moccasin first.

You mean Venango's goodbye.

Maybe.

You know, they can make a lot
of trouble for runaway slaves.

Maybe we'd better call you Mrs.
Holden.

Mrs. Holden?

Just for Venango, of course. Of course.
Just for Venango.

But then you may get to
like the sound of it.

Might even want it for keeps.

Here.

Are you asking me to marry you?
Yes.

Try it on.

Because you're sorry for me.

I'm only sorry that it
took to long to find you.

Hey, what are you
crying about?

It's just that l'm so full of
happiness it's... It's overflowing.

What is it? What are
you looking at?

Vultures.

They had surrendered.

It's horrible.

(THUDDING)

What's that?

Pop, you're alive.

No, l ain't.

For three days, l
been a-dying here,

and you don't come
along until l'm dead.

You've got lots of life, Pop.

Abby, get that
canteen of water.

Don't get me no water.

I ain't that dead.

Prop me up.

I'm busted clean through.

How'd the Indians get in?
They walked in.

Chief Genowah, that
mangy polecat.

Three times he comes to the fort with
his white flag and his promises.

"Surrender," says he,
"and you'll all go free."

When the grub run out,

everybody started yelping
to run up the white flag.

I warned them, but
nobody'd listen.

So they run up that
danged white rag.

And all the folks went out,

and them redsticks come
a-hooting and a-shooting

and massacred every
last one of them

under that white flag.

For three days, l've
been trying not to die

till some dang fool like you
comes along, to warn Fort Pitt.

Fort Pitt.

You got long legs,

get them a-going.

You can get down
the river at night

in a canoe.

Chris?

We're going east.

No, we're not.

That was just a dream we dreamed
together for a little while.

We're going east.

There are 600 lives
at Fort Pitt.

And Garth is one of them.

You're his, Abby.

If we go back, you
go back to him.

We have no choice.

Of course, you ain't.

Get back to Fort Pitt.

Show them this flag.

Tell them what the
redsticks is up to.

"Go free," they says.

"Take your people
and your cattle.

"All we want is our
hunting ground."

That's what he says,

"Take your people
and your cattle.

"All we want is
our hunting..."

"Go free.

(EXPLOSIONS SOUNDING)

"Take your people
and your cattle.

"All we want is our
hunting ground."

It's signed with
Guyasuta's totem.

We're in a bad way, sir.

We've had no word yet from
Colonel Bouquet's relief column.

Are you suggesting we surrender?
Put your weight on that.

I don't think much of our chances.
Then stop thinking.

(GROANS)

Heat an iron, Dr. Boyd. This
arrow may have been poisoned.

Tell Guyasuta
this is our home

and we will defend this ground till
the last warrior lies under it.

I'll send my wife with your
message, Captain Ecuyer,

but after two months of siege,
you've only a few days' provisions.

I just told you... Get
out, get out, both of you.

You'll kill this man.

Captain Steele, you
are in command.

Yes, sir.

What's going on here?
At ease.

What are you doing with that rope?
We're raising a ghost.

I hope it's a scout
from Bouquet.

Oh, Chris, where in
blazes did you come from?

I'm sure glad to
see you breathing.

Go down and give Abby a boost.
Sure.

We didn't expect you'd come
this way again, Captain Holden.

I have a report for
Captain Ecuyer, sir.

Captain Ecuyer is wounded.
I am in command.

There's been treachery at
Fort Venango, sir. Treachery?

That's a strange
word from you.

You were under orders to
burn the town of Pittsburgh

and report back to Captain
Ecuyer, were you not?

Yes, sir.

(INDIANS HOOTING)

John, let her stand
on your shoulders.

You're under arrest for desertion
in the face of the enemy.

But, sir... Mr.
Hutchins, disarm him.

That elusive
little bond slave

will be held as a material
witness until the court martial.

I don't believe this cock-and-bull
story that Venango surrendered.

Bone here got through. He
says the fort still stands.

Captain Holden is obviously trying
to protect himself and this girl.

The Mohawk Trail to Albany and
Boston is what they were headed for,

and the Indians
drove them back.

That's probably Indian
blood on this flag.

No, gentlemen,

you need more proof than
the word of a deserter.

(ALL AGREEING)

We came back to save
your fool necks.

Because there's a Judas here

who won't stop until this
flag flies over this fort

and you're all
dead beneath it.

Captain Holden
is out of order.

Attacking Mr. Garth will
not alter the record.

Return to your seat.

Proceed.

Was the accused headed for
he Mohawk Trail and Boston?

What difference does it make?

You're all going to pay a terrible
price for not believing us.

Confine yourself
to the question.

Was he trying to escape
with you to Boston?

I won't answer that.
You must answer.

She needn't.

We were heading for the Mohawk
Trail to Albany and Boston.

I submit to the court the
prisoner has admitted desertion.

Upon consideration of
the matter before it,

this court finds the accused guilty of
desertion in the face of the enemy.

In accordance with
the articles of war,

prisoner will be stripped of his
military rank and held in confinement

until the firing party will
execute the sentence of death.

(DISTANT GUNFIRE SOUNDING)

Remove the prisoner.

The runaway bond slave will be returned
to her lawful master, Mr. Garth.

Go back to the
women's quarters.

You bring white one.

You tried to burn
her at the stake.

Your tongue is forked.
I'm through with you.

The firelight's very becoming
to that red hair, Abby.

I really should thank Holden
for saving you for me,

if the firing squad
gives me time.

No.

For me, or for you?

For me.

I don't want you to die.
I want you to live.

You can't force me to live any more
than you can force me to love.

You belong to me.

You don't want me as a slave.

No, l want you to come to
me of your own free will.

I'll come to you of
my own free will.

Abby. Nothing for
nothing's given here.

What do you want?

A word from you
can open doors.

Sentries can be missing, a
guard looking the other way.

You want Chris Holden's life.

Let him go tonight. Give
him his chance to live,

and l'll be here.

That stubborn fool would rather die in
the morning than leave without you.

He'll go.

It'll be just you
and me, alone?

I promise.

(DOOR OPENING)

(WHISPERS) Chris. Chris.

Abby. How did you...

l've been saying goodbye to you
over and over again for hours.

Seeing you doesn't
make it any easier.

Here.

How did you...

You can get away through
the sally port tunnel.

Did someone push the sentry in
the river? Time's running out.

Where's the guard? You
still have friends.

No, this way.

Isn't that door locked?
It will open.

(GUNS FIRING)

John Fraser? Find
the relief column.

Tell Colonel Bouquet how
desperate things are here.

No sentry at the
sally port either.

Fraser must have bribed the
whole garrison, or did he?

Don't question me, Chris, just go.
Are you going with me?

I'm staying here.

Fraser didn't open
these doors, Abby.

Get the relief here, Chris.

Don't let Fort Pitt
become another Venango.

You opened them.

You and l died together
back there at Venango.

There'll be a mug of rum for
every hole in his carcass.

You'll need a keg, Mr. Garth.
These men are possum hunters.

Watch the moat by the
sally port tunnel there.

(GUARDS REPORTING)

Something moving.

I'll send your keg of
rum to the barracks.

Abby?

This one, wife.

You'll go back
to your father.

The one you tried to
kill will be my wife.

White one love Holden man.

Holden is dead.

Not dead.

He was shot
crossing the moat.

No.

This one.

Hannah.

Holden man bring white chief,

many, many soldier.

Little fool, why
did you do it?

This one wife.

(EXPLOSIONS)

MAN 1: Fire attack on the... MAN
2: Bucket brigade! Bucket brigade!

MAN 3: How many men?

MAN 4: Get that roof wet!

Come on. Come on.

(MEN SHOUTING)

Start some this way. The
south barrack's on fire.

Steady there, steady.

WOMAN: Gotta keep moving. You
gotta keep these buckets moving.

Get down.

Here you are.

Hold on to it. Water
wouldn't do you no harm.

Get this fire out.

(INDIANS HOOTING)

Hey, Ma, look.

Injuns coming up
on that ledge.

You get in the house. Oh, Ma.

Run along when you're told.

Kill him, Jeremy. Kill him.

(MEN SHOUTING)

Load with chain shot.

Here.

Throw a bunch at them.

Throw it, Jeremy. Throw it!

They can't wait,
Colonel Bouquet.

Fort Pitt can't
last three days.

I won't leave my
wounded here,

and l can't advance a yard
till the artillery comes up.

But you can't throw away the
600 lives in Fort Pitt.

Chris.

Captain, l have lost a quarter
of my men here at Bushy Run.

Do the Indians know that, sir?
I pray they don't.

If we can make them think...
Think what, Chris?

Send this dispatch back to Legonnier.
Yes, sir.

Colonel, can you
give me 100 men?

A hundred? I can spare 20.

Those men out there. What?

Give me those men,
Colonel, and some wagons.

Are you mad, Chris?
Those men are dead.

And your drums and pipers,

and 10 of your Black Watch.

It can't be done,

but go ahead and try it.

Whatever is left of us
won't be far behind you.

You are hungry.

Steady.

No powder for gun.

Put white flag on pole.

Take your people, go
back safe over mountain.

Guyasuta, you can save your breath to
run from Colonel Bouquet's soldiers.

(ALL MUTTERING)

MAN 1: Ain't that an army musket?
MAN 2: Yeah, a Brown Bess.

MAN 3: Ain't one of ours.

The 42nd. The Kilties.

It's their flag, the Black Watch.
Where'd they get it?

It's the 42nd for sure.

Do you suppose they... Quiet.

'Tis a Highland
bonnet all right.

Where do you suppose
they got it?

From the Highlanders.

No mistaking that coat. I
tell you it's a trick.

Bouquet soldier dead.

(ALL EXCLAIMING)

Chris. Don't believe
the lying varmints.

I come no more.

White flag not on pole

when time stick burn there,

all die.

Mama. Hush, dear.

We'll hold our fire
exactly six minutes.

(DRUMS BEATING)

That means attack.

Post what additional men you
have on the higher bastion.

This birch bark will burn fast.
MAN: Detail dismissed.

Captain Ecuyer should make this
decision. He's a sick man.

You'd better decide for yourself
or they'll decide for you.

Where's the relief
they promised us?

(ALL CLAMORING)

I say surrender and
hoist this flag.

You're yellow, Bone.

We gotta keep on fighting, and anybody
that don't think so, pick up that rag.

Why, you. Mr. Fraser,
give me that flag.

Captain Steele. Hey.

(DRUMS BEATING) Don't let
them hoist this flag.

Hear them war drums?

They'll stop in a minute,
then hang onto your hair.

And hang on tight.

Over there, Grant and his Highlanders
were massacred and scalped.

(ALL CLAMORING)

And over there, Braddock's
whole command was massacred.

MAN: But we're stronger.

Now Bouquet is wiped
out at Bushy Run.

Will you make Fort Pitt the next?
MAN: He's right.

The Indians know and
all these people know,

that your last chance died with
the massacred relief column.

MAN: We can't fight
with sticks.

What do you say, Captain Steele?
I ain't aiming to surrender.

We got no chance. WOMAN:
There's the kids to think of.

My wife and me aim to fight it out.
With what, broom sticks?

(ALL CLAMORING)

Quiet. Quiet.

As a soldier, l'd fight.

But as a man responsible for the
lives of these women and children,

l feel compelled to
accept the enemy's terms.

(ALL CLAMORING)

Captain, no. Don't raise it. I
saw the white flag at Venango

stained with the blood of people
like these who believed the Indians.

I'll vouch for the Indians.
I saw it, Captain.

Raise this flag at
the gate staff.

There's plenty of us who'd rather
fight, sir. And l'm one of them.

Proceed, Mr. Hutchins. MAN:
Oh, we'll regret this.

Clark, we'll inform Captain
Ecuyer in his sick room.

Yes, sir.

Give up now, what
chance have we got?

We give up, all them massacred
folks died for nothing.

If my Joe was alive, he'd
say, "Keep fighting."

You hoist that flag and
l'll shoot it down.

With what? An empty rifle? Get it up,
sonny, before we lose our scalps.

I'll have no truck
with surrendering.

You ain't got three kids, Jane Fraser.
Get it up.

Garth vouches for
the Indians.

(DRUMS STOP BEATING)
Your last chance.

The time's up.

Do you hear? The
drums have stopped.

MAN: That's the signal. WOMAN:
Get that flag up, quick.

(ALL CLAMORING)

Wait, young man.
Hold that flag.

It may be the wind.
It may be my wishing,

but it sounds like the
pipes of heaven itself.

I don't hear nothing.
Get it up.

Get it up or we'll all be
hearing the pipes of heaven.

No, listen, you big ox.

(ALL CLAMORING)

JEREMY: Listen.

(BAGPIPES PLAYING)

It is. It is. Chris
got through.

There they are.
I can see them.

How many do you see?

It's them. It's the
pipes of the 42nd.

That's Bouquet's column.
Bouquet.

(ALL CHEERING)

MAN: Tear up that white flag.

GIRL: How many be there, Pa?

I don't know. Ain't had
time to count them yet.

That's the first time l've
enjoyed the sound of a bagpipe.

I want to see them.
Come on, take him.

Try not to look as
scared as l feel.

They cannot see the hair
standing up beneath me bonnet.

(SPEAKING NATIVE
AMERICAN LANGUAGE)

Chris. They're running.
They're running.

Run, you varmints, run.

(ALL CHEERING)

So Bouquet was wiped out, was he?
Look at them Indians run.

Get to the stable and
saddle up three horses.

Three? I'm taking Abby.

And stock up three saddlebags.
Move.

See them, Mr. Garth,
ain't it grand?

(LAUGHING)

If l had me a wife,
l'd raise hallelujah.

I'll marry you.

(ALL LAUGHING)

Something's wrong
with that column.

Looks awfully
good to me, sir.

We'll head south into Cherokee
country and build back from there.

We can go down the Mon
side and hug the bank.

MAN: Hurry up with
that bridge, soldier.

WOMAN: Glory be,
you're a grand sight.

(ALL CHEERING)

Chris. Chris, the stables.

Get to the stables.

MAN: Look at them. Why are
they so still, Jeremy?

The gentlemen are dead.

We'll mount in here.

Hey.

They've stopped yelling.
Give her a hand up.

Chris.

Get over there, Bone.

That's far enough.

Stand clear, Abby.

She's coming with me.

Where you're going,
you're going alone.

Let him have it, Bone.

HOLDEN: Bone won't shoot me.

BONE: I won't, huh? No.

Abby, stand over there.

Because l'm the only one between
you and the hangman's rope

for double-selling a slave.

Fergus out there doesn't
know you acted for Garth.

I do.

But you won't be talking.

Bone, turn your back and get
your hands up on that ladder.

All right, Holden.

I'm not fool enough to try
to beat you on the draw.

You win.

You can take my gun.

I know you wouldn't shoot
a man in the back.

ABBY: Look out, Chris.

(GRUNTS)

You are a better man than
you are a soldier, Holden.

You have earned a firing squad
for deserting this fort.

And our gratitude for
helping save it.

When Colonel Bouquet arrives, the
frontier can start moving west again.

Move with it.

Captain Ecuyer. What?

Would you... Could you...

Oh, yes, yes, of course.
Who stands for you?

Here, put it on.

Hold hands.

I pronounce you man and wife
until you find a minister.

Marriage frees you from slavery, Mrs.
Holden.

It won't do the
same for you, sir.

You're sweet.

(CHUCKLES)

East or west, Abby?

Make it west.

And don't get caught by the
Indians again. Yes, sir.

Or anybody else. Stay free.

Yes, sir.

And close that door.

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