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- By 1755,
the French and the British

had conquered and
colonized most of the world.

Even with their vast empires,

they each coveted what
the other possessed.

The crown jewel both
claimed as their own

was the americas.

The French army, with
the Ohio and Missouri rivers

in its grip,
controlled the west.

The British ruled the east.

Between them lay the quiet
land of the Hudson valley.

It was here that
the lives of soldiers

and settlers alike
would be lost.

It was here that the
war would be fought.

Yet out of this war survived
the likes of Washington,

Jefferson, and Franklin,

men destined to
construct our nation.

So too were the
legends of our land born,

and none was more magnificent

than the one they
called hawkeye.

- Elizabeth, are you not
bothered by these flying fleas?

- Well, yes, but they are
the least of what bothers me.

We haven't seen a human
being or a sign of civilization

for days.

- Elizabeth, I begged you to
be sure of your commitment

to this journey
before we started.

- Seven weeks of
fleas and foul weather

and loneliness have worn
down my commitment.

This is an adventure
for younger men, William.

- So there it is said.

When we married five
years ago, you took my age

to be strength and wisdom,

and now you see it as
weakness and naivety.

- That is not what I meant.

Forgive me.

But you must
face the fact that...

William.

- They may be
friends, Elizabeth.

Do not panic.

- Take
the one on the right.

Shoot white man, now.

- I shot the savage.

Did you see, Elizabeth?

- I saw.

- You missed.

He didn't.

- No, I beg to differ,

but I'm sure it was my shot.

I made the shot.

- Morning.

My name is Nathaniel bumppo.

People around here
call me hawkeye.

Where are you headed?

- We travel to fort bennington.

I am William shields,

and this is my wife, Elizabeth.

- William, I think
that we owe this man

and the Indian a
debt of gratitude.

- Hm, to the savage
indeed I am indebted.

But sir, could
you kindly explain

and set the record straight

that it was I who made the shot?

Please tell them the
truth of this matter.

- Well, sir, the
truth of the matter,

if it's important to you, is

whatever way you saw it.

- Oh yeah, thank you.

Well, if you would
care to accompany us

to fort bennington,

you are welcome
of my protection.

- Much obliged,
but the savage and I

have business elsewhere.

- This belongs to your husband.

He may need it again.

- Hmm, well you
would have thought

they could have at
least said thank you.

So, what do you think
of me now, Elizabeth?

Still unfit for
this frontier life?

- Enter.

Speak quickly.

- By your leave,
captain shields,

you requested
that you be notified

of your brother's approach.

They are here.

- Safe?
- Yes, sir.

- Excellent.

What serendipity to
finally have educated,

gentile beings amidst this

chaotic, uncouth
wilderness, eh, Holland?

- Sir?

- Exactly.

Bring Brandy.
- Yes, sir.

- William.

Oh, brother.

Elizabeth.

- Taylor.
- By god's grace,

you've finally arrived.

Cleanse the wilderness
from your throats.

- Oh, no, no.

- Drink to the new life.

- Frontier life seems
to suit you, Taylor.

Does it not, Elizabeth?

- Well, indeed it does.

How are you?

- With your arrival
at last, excellent.

Tell me of yourself, Elizabeth.

- Oh, she will tell
you that it was I

who made our journey safe,

even though we were
attacked by hostile Indians.

- You were attacked by hurons?

- Yes, two of them.

I dispatched one of them.

- And what of the other?

- A woodsman by
the name of hawkeye

and his Indian
friend assisted us.

- Hawkeye and chingachgook
came to your rescue?

But you killed the Indians?

- I don't want to boast, Taylor,

but it was more like
we came to their rescue.

What do you think of your
gout-ridden brother now, hmm?

By god, these woods
make me feel young.

Is the trading post in
ready for our merchandise?

- Yes, I believe so.

- I'll see to the horses,

you see to our new
business, Elizabeth.

- He shot an Indian?

- Yes,

and here is the
ball that did it.

- A moment, Taylor?

This frontier is all
you said it would be.

It invigorates me.

But I am quite anxious to
meet with colonel Monroe.

Have you secured
the trading contracts

with his majesty's
army as you promised?

- I have made great strides

in getting colonel
Monroe's blessing.

As we speak the matter is
pending with general braddock.

- But they are not yet done?

There is no problem
is there Taylor?

- None that I shall
not solve, brother.

You need to wash and rest.

We'll talk business later.

Welcome.

- Oh, howdy ma'am.

You must be Mrs.
Elizabeth shields.

- Yes.
- Well, hi, I'm mckinney

and this here's peevey.

- Hello.

- Welcome to fort bennington.

- Well, thank you.

Oh!

- Mallards, ma'am, we
catch 'em off the lake.

- We've been sorta
care-taking the place

in anticipation of your arrival.

- Spent two weeks cleaning
and getting stuff organized.

- Two weeks?

- Well, figured it's
the least we could do

seeing as you might hire
us as assistant managers.

- Assistant managers?

- Well, perhaps the
assistant part in the beginning

and the manager part to follow?

- I see.

- Mrs. shields, we'll take
care of this in no time.

Peevey!

- How long have you
lived with the Delaware?

- Almost 20 years.

- Then why do you still
behave like a foolish white man?

- You mean touch the clouds.

- Yes, you should
have killed him.

- He put down his
tomahawk, turned away.

- But it was his
brother that you killed.

- In a fair battle.
- No difference.

Touch the clouds
will be satisfied

only when you lie
next to his brother.

- Well, let's hope
he has to wait a spell.

- You are too forgiving.

- It's the Christian way.

- It's a dangerous way.

- I do not kill if I have
a choice chingachgook.

- Well, let's hope
you have a choice

when touch the
clouds comes to kill you.

- Right,
left, right, left, right.

Right, left, right, left, right.

- Think Mrs. shields
took a liking to us?

- What's there not to
like about us, peevey?

Just let me do the
negotiating for our jobs.

Well, we caught
the little devil.

You know, Mrs. shields,

it take a heap of doing
to run a place like this.

- Well, I certainly
agree that it's going to

need a lot of hard work.

- And not to mention enterprising,
able-bodied employees

like me and peevey would be.

- All right.

I propose full-time hours,
meaning dawn to dusk,

six days a week
with Sundays free,

full responsibilities
for any breakage

or the disappearance
of any inventory,

and I will charge you
for any consumables

that you eat or drink
at the prevailing prices.

And naturally, the
same applies to any days

that you are late, sick,

or you fail to show up at all.

Now with that in mind, I propose

30 pence a week is a fair wage.

- Um, ma'am, that
seems mighty fair.

Generous even, but
I was wondering if

you could possibly see
your way to making it

35 pence a week.

- Perhaps in time, Mr. mckinney,

after you and peevey have
proven yourselves worthy.

- Right, excellent.

- Good, then start by
unloading the wagon out front.

Okay, come on.

- Great negotiating.

Now we're gonna
work and still be broke.

- Boys.
- Hawkeye.

- Mrs. shields, I was
wondering if you might have

a small amount of
whale's oil available.

- Whale's oil?

What's it for?

- Well, it needs
a little whetting.

Knife's only as
good as it is sharp.

- Oh, well, I have
something that's just as good

if you'll help me with this.

- Certainly.
- It's called neatsfoot oil.

In Virginia we make
it from boiling the

feet and the shin
bones of cattle.

- Thank you, I'll return it.

- Mr. hawkeye?

I know what happened
out there with the Indians.

I know you fired the shot.

- Hardly matters.

- To William it did.

- Then let him
think what he wants.

- May I ask you a question?

Do you think that a
man like my husband

has a chance in
a place like this?

- Depends.

A chance for what?

- What I mean, Mr. hawkeye, is

what does it take

to survive here?

- Well, a man needs to be
fleet of foot, sharp of eye.

Helps to know a thing
or two about nature,

both the human
and the natural kind.

- Not that.

What does it really take?

- Well, I suppose the same
thing it takes anyplace else.

A man has to have
the proper heart for it.

- Well, you know this place.

Can a man like
William have that heart?

- Well, begging
your pardon, ma'am,

but I reckon you know your
husband better than I do.

- Enter.

- Elizabeth seems to
be getting the upper hand

at the trading post.

I do hope she can
adjust to this wilderness.

- With time, one can
adjust to anything.

- Yes.

Well, dear brother,
I am putting up

a large sum of money
for this enterprise,

and I am risking whatever
is left of my marriage

because of it.

You promised to
deliver contracts,

not only from his
majesty's army,

but also from
friendly Indian tribes

to ensure the success
of this business.

Have you, as usual, failed?

- I have not failed.

The contracts will come.

- Taylor, I bought you your
commission in this army

after you had squandered
what our father left us.

- William, I was 18
years old for god's sake.

- Yes, and I purchased
your captaincy

in order to give
you another chance.

- I am aware of my
obligation to you, William.

Do not hold my debt to you
like a dagger to my throat.

- Then deliver

or the reserve of your
inheritance that I control

will be used to finance
my return to Virginia.

- But it is rightfully
mine to use.

- No Taylor, it is now mine,

and therefore Elizabeth's,
and only by my grace

can it ever be yours again.

You remember this, Taylor

and get me those
contracts you promised.

- And what can happen to you

by my grace, dear brother?

- Nonsense.

This is all nonsense.

There are enough ways
for a man to die out here

without creating others.

I'll not spend the rest of
my days walking forward

and backward at the same time.

I'll not sleep with
one eye open,

and I will not go out hunting
and become the hunted.

So let there be a
time and a place

where this will be settled.

- Now is the time, hawkeye.

In the camp of my father.

- Your son died
a warrior's death.

Why must that be avenged?

- My brother's spirit
cries out for justice.

- This quarrel is ended.

- Stealing his
majesty's munitions

is a hanging offense, gentlemen.

And I recoil to think
what would be done to you

if you killed one
of his officers.

Besides, I bring you employment.

Now, Mr. Doyle and Mr. coughlin,

shall we chat?

Moment of your time, brother?

- Hmm.

What is it, Taylor?

- As I assured you,

I have secured a
trading pact with you

and the senecas.
- Wondrous.

Who are they and
where do they live?

- They are a member of what
is called the iroquois nation.

They are Indians.

- Are you mad?

I am to trade with the hostiles?

- Hear me out.

The senecas are a large tribe.

If you succeed in
garnering their trade,

you could have access
to the entire iroquois nation

of six tribes.

The man who controls the Indians

controls all of the
trade in this land.

Now it is risky,
but the rewards,

they far outweigh the jeopardy.

You wanted riches, I
am handing them to you.

- I think you are
handing him his death.

William is right, this
is madness, Taylor.

- Far from it, Elizabeth.

This is opportunity.

If William does not
seize this, then others will.

And the senecas are
dissatisfied with the French goods.

- William, please
do not listen to him.

This is a venture for men
with no obligations, no family.

- Do I have a family, Elizabeth?

Are you telling me
long-awaited news?

- No, I am not.

- Then leave this affair to me.

How will I make contact
with these senecas?

- I have hired two very
reliable and seasoned trappers

to guide you to
the senecas' village.

It will be a quick
trek and they are

well liked by the senecas.

- Then I will leave immediately.

Make the necessary
arrangements, Taylor.

- Brother.

Elizabeth.

- Say nothing, it is done.

Taylor may not have inherited

very much of the
intelligence in the shields clan,

but he is clever nonetheless.

- Shrewd is more like it.

- No, shrewd

may earn Taylor the keys
of some small kingdom,

but it's a nearsighted goal.

There is true wealth
and genuine power

to be had in this
frontier, Elizabeth.

Now, I realize you do
not yet agree, but in time

I think this journey
will prove to be

worth taking for both of us.

- It is a half a
thousand miles away

from everything we know.

- Yes.

And that's the adventure.

I said something
earlier that was not polite

nor intended.

- I would give you
a family if I could.

- If we could.

A man lives to a certain age

only to realize
that he is mortal,

and his true needs are simple.

And he's very lucky
if he finds them.

- And have you?

- Yes.

The happiest hours of
a sufficiently happy life

I have spent with you.

Should anything
ever happen to me,

promise you will remember that.

Promise?

- Yes.

- I've heard
it said by those who

make their lives on the sea

that when you do not
know the harbor you seek,

then no wind is the right wind.

I feel in my heart that
same sense of being lost,

and yet strangely,
I am not afraid

for there is a wild
and feral beauty here.

Nature is free and untamed,

and I know that is the way

the hand which
fashioned it meant it to be.

- That was the greatest
shooting I ever seen.

Two paddles, one ball.

- Maybe I shot the wrong boat.

- Well?
- It's done.

- Witnesses?
- Just one.

The woodsman.

- Will he agree it
was accidental?

- He can tell the
color of a bird

before you can even see it,

and what he saw was a man
accidentally falling overboard.

I'd stake my life on it.

- Excellent, coughlin.

And a stake will
be part of your life

if you are wrong.

- Won't be a stake
in my heart, captain.

It'll be a feathered shaft.

- Pardon me, Mr. coughlin?

- Begging your respect, sir.

We're thinking colonel Monroe

should hear what we have to say.

- Well, that was pretty
close, Mr. gunderson,

but I think that it
clearly proves my point

that normally a
spittoon is larger.

- Mrs. shields, Doyle
and coughlin are back.

- Oh, good.

Tell my husband that
I'm with a customer.

- Oh, begging your
pardon, ma'am,

but he ain't wit 'em.

- With them,
peevey, not wit 'em.

Please attend to Mr. gunderson.

- Yes, ma'am.

- Am I to understand,
captain shields,

that the French have been
near completion of a fort

a mere 50 miles north of here

and we are now
just learning of it?

- Sir, I believe

it is a wiser path to travel
when one has fact not fiction.

I had heard from our
natives that a French fort

was under construction,

but given that they are
so faithfully inaccurate,

I dispatched these gentlemen,

along with my own
brother, to confirm it.

- I was under the
impression that your brother

had been sent north to negotiate

a trading pact with the seneca.

- What is urgent now,
sir, is that the French

are about to have
a strategic post

with which they can attack.

- Come.

- Forgive the interruption,
colonel Monroe, but

I was anxious to see William.

What?

- We have some
tragic news, Elizabeth.

William has been
captured by the huron.

- How did this happen?

- Well, ma'am, one moment we was

being chased by the
heathens and then uh, William,

well he sorta fell
out of the boat.

- Was he...

Was he alive?

- Yes, ma'am,
but to tell it right,

if it hadn't a been
for the woodsman

we all would've
been ribbons of jerky

drying on a squaw's rig.

- That will do, coughlin.

More than likely the huron

have handed him
over to the French.

A rescue party will
be promptly organized.

We will get him back, Elizabeth.

- It will not be a rescue
party that will be attempted,

captain shields.
- Sir?

- Prepare to send a
runner to general braddock.

I should think that
four of his 12 pounders

along with the mortars and
the howitzers now on hand

should be ample to
assault the French.

- Forgive me, colonel Monroe,

but if you attack the fort,
what will happen to William?

- Mrs. shields, you
must understand

if the French
complete this fort,

many proud men will die.

We will make every effort to
secure your husband's release.

Prepare to march
within 24 hours.

- The French have been known
to treat their captives civilly

and we will ask for
the immediate release

of all hostages
prior to the assault.

- Taylor,

if you care for your brother,

you must send someone at
once to speak to the French.

It is William's only hope.

- Do not speak to me
of caring for my brother.

I brought him to this
wilderness to free him

from a life of gout and boredom.

I put the fire back
in his belly, me.

If he is to die in this
land, then so be it.

- It is your duty to...
- It is my duty

to serve my country
before my brother.

I clearly see to
perform my duties

as a servant to his majesty.

And from what
William tells me, you...

Wait here.

And pray.

Pray for his safe return.