All language subtitles for The Settlers (2023) sv

"Your sheep (...)

Now become
so great devourers and so wild'

that they eat up, and swallow down
the very men themselves...

Thomas More' "utopia", 1516

THE sETTLERs

Back to work!

THE KINc oF THE WHITE coLD

cood evening, Lieutenant.

Cood evening' Don Josä.

How are things going here?

How are the fences coming?

One man less is not a problem.

The Indians are the problem.

In Porvenir, they cut the fences
and ate ali my animals.

All my sheep.

Like beasts.

Like the beasts they are.

I want you to nd a route
to the Atlantic for my sheep.

A safe and quick route'
Lieutenant.

For this' you will have
to clean this island.

But I need proof.

I will need one man.

- Just one?
- Yes' sir.

Another one!

You!

There!

Another one!

You!

Another one!

You!

Yes.

He is a Iocal expert.

I brought him from Mexico.

They say he can smell an Indian
from miles away.

He will go with you
on your mission.

If you say so...

You will thank me.

I wish you a good journey.

There are things you Iearn.

In Chiloä'

priests teach the natives
about Cod.

They teach them
not to steal,

to respect your fellow man.

The problem
is when they don't want to Iearn,

when they have their own god.

Cood morning' soidier.

I need to speak with your superior.

Captain Ambrosio at your service.

Excuse me, Captain.

Who are you?

Aiexander MacLennan.

I work for Mr. Menéndez.

And your clothes?

I served the English Army
during the war.

Allow me to welcome you
to the Republic of Argentina.

Argentina?

Yes.

We are standing right now
on the Andes Mountains.

The Andes?

Yes' the Andes.

I always thought it would be Iarger.

It is the largest!

Come over here.

Nice and straight.

There! no, no.

This way. Straight.

There should be a right angle
between the ground and the pole.

It is bent, it must go this way.

Look at me!

Like this!

The angie of the pole is bent' sir.

Lift it right here.
Move it in this direction.

But without moving the pole!

See those two men oVer there?

Yes.

Our mission
is to accompany Mr. Moreno.

He is in charge
of ratifying the Iimits

of the Chilean and Argentine border.

It is peaceful out here.

Yes, guite.

Some days I just want to shoot.

Shoot what?

Them, for example.

I don't think

any of your men has an aim

as good as this Chilean's.

You haven't met Vargas.

Let's make it very clear.

Vargas shoots for our team.

That Chilean shoots for yours.

Co ahead' Chilean!

Fire!

Vargas!

Co, my Vargas!

Co ahead!

Fire!

How about a strength competition?

How is your American
at arm wrestling?

Hit, hit!

Co!

Co Argentina' damn it!

What?

Boxing?

Love it!

Little Englishman!

Bravo' Englishman!

BraVo!

Can't see anything.

Let's go.

Cood evening, gentlemen.

Cood evening' Moreno.

I see you are hurt' Captain.

You should be more careful.

We have visitors.

Right, Captain?

What will our visitors think?

One scientist and twenty military.

Bored military.

Nothing good happens

when military get bored.

With your permission.

You can't even talk to them.

They come here
with their silk scarves

and their twisted ways.

They trace a line on the ground
and they think they own the world.

Yes.

They are not far away.

You need to head west

and go through the forest.

THE HALF-BLOOD

Where are you from?

From Chiloä.

And where is that?

Up north.

It's an island.

What wili you do
with your money' Segundo?

I want a horse.

Once...

in the war...

I had to kill my horse.

Between ten men...

we ate the horse.

Stand up! Come here!

Segundo! Come here!

Are you alright?

Yes.

How many did you kiil?

I don't know.

And you?

Many.

Your turn.

No, thank you.

The woman...

I'm good here.

Stand up and go now!

Yes...

THE EnDS OF THE EARTH

PunTA AREnAs' CHILE
? YEARS LATER

THE RED PIC

Have we heard from our guest?

He wanted to stop by his hotel
to bathe before coming.

Why does he need a hotel?

Does he think
we don't have hot water?

Presidents have stayed in this house.

I find it utterly rude.

What do we know of this man?

He is an intellectual.

Apparently,

a nationalist.

Mr. Vicuha is here.

I'm very sorry for the delay.

Madam' a pleasure.

Monsignor, a pleasure.

I'm sorry I missed the ceremony
at the square this morning.

I was taken by surprise.

Don Josä'

it's a pleasure to be in your home.

Welcome.

We were waiting for you.
Please have a seat.

Thank you.

Margarita,

please serve him some tea.

What brings you to these Iands,
Mr. Vicuha?

We plan to celebrate

the first 100 years of our nation.

And we want to do more

than opening new parks,
Iibraries or museums.

The President of the Republic
asked me to visit

the farthest regions of our country,

to Iearn and understand
the needs of our people.

The men who come from the capitaI

guickly leave these Iands'
leaving behind...

nothing more than infamy.

"Desolation Isiand".

"Port Hunger",

"Useless Bay".

I hope you are not
one of them.

It's as if those
infamous names

not only speak
of our rough geography'

but also of the terrible crimes
commiffed here.

What crimes?

Have you heard

of AIexander MacLennan?

Of course.

He worked many years for me.

Unfortunately,
he is no longer in this world.

As I recall,
the newspaper "La Razön"

wrote a long article about him

a few years ago.

Somewhat of a...

gruesome story.

Hard to belieVe.

It is said MacLennan and other men

poisoned the almost 200 tons of meat

of a whale stranded on the beach'

ending the Iives
of almost 100 Indians

who ate it.

I don't read the Iocal press.

Apparently, MacLennan,
nicknamed the Red Pig,

hunted Indians across the pampas.

What a fascination for tabloids!

Out of respect,

we should call him
Lieutenant MacLennan.

Not "Red Pig"?

- No.
- Why not?

Because he did not like it.

They called him that
out of pure envy.

Envy is a dicult sin to fight.

The human being is so complex
and so fragile at the same time.

That is also where his value Iies.

In his ability to choose, to fail,

but also to forgive and be forgiVen.

The Indians could resist the cold,
even naked'

but our illnesses kiiled them,
even Cod couldn't help them.

We know, Monsignor.

We know all we've done
for the Indians.

With your narrow city mind,

you can't imagine
all the food we gave them.

Nor all the orphans
taken into decent homes.

Are you referring
to the auction of Indians

that took place in the
square of Punta Arenas?

What you read in the capital
are not newspapers' but satires!

Those satires
accuse you of paying a pound

for each severed ona ear

and almost two pounds

for a woman's uterus.

You come here, to our home'
and make accusations

as if we were delinguents.

We've killed many savages
and will continue, if necessary.

You are busy
with politics in the north,

while we are working!

My father gets older
on each business trip

to promote land development.

Thanks to our effort
and to those dead Indians'

you are here,
in the last corner of the Earth.

In this "inhospitable",
"untamable" place'

we provided food
for thousands of children

roaming around the dirty streets
of your capital!

I am sorry.

Here' we can talk seriousiy,
Mr. Vicuha.

I thought we were talking seriously.

No, that was politics.

Politics aren't serious?

I don't think so.

Especially when led by men
who don't know their country.

Our goal is the creation
of a new nation,

made by Chileans,
sertlers and Indians.

Together we must build
this beautiful country.

For this,
peace is necessary.

Here' we live in peace...

We have an agreement
with the Mapuche.

No agreements are made
with the Indians.

They neither respect the Law
nor their word.

But we must respect ours.

What do you need?

I want to meet the Onas.

Listen to them.

Talk to them.

The Onas don't speak!

Maybe not with you.

They never interested me much...

Maybe this might interest you:

we must renew the agreement
you signed 10 years ago

to manage these Iands.

Lands that have gained much value'

about 15 times
the price you paid for them.

And as you know'

the ratication of the agreement
depends on our Congress'

and not on our friend'
President Pedro Montt.

I want you to keep
the administration of these Iands.

Thank you, Mr. Vicuha.

It seems...

only fair to me.

But as I was saying'

the stories that reach Santiago,

instead of helping, make it harder
to convince the deputies.

I know you're very proud
of your achieVements'

but we,

as children of this young
and noble motherland,

must take care of the optics.

We are interested
in aesthetics.

What aesthetics?

Wool stained with blood

Ioses all value.

What do you want?

CHILoĖ ISLAnD, CH"E

Cood affernoon' madam.

Does Mr. Segundo Molina Iive here?

Laura, read!

Segundo Molina:
Camino del Rosal,

Town of Tenaun'
department of Daicahue,

Chiloé Island'
Republic of Chile.

Is that here?

It is here.

Where is he?

He is off to sea.

Are you his wife?

Yes. And who are you?

Marcial Vicuha.

I work for the President.

What president?

The President of Chile' Pedro Montt.

Never heard of him.

We must talk with Mr. Segundo.

Don José Menändez
said he could heip us.

Help you with what?

Do you know who Josä Menéndez is?

No.

When is your husband coming back?

I don't know.

When men IeaVe,
one neVer knows if they wili be back.

What is your name, Madam?

Rosa.

Let's make a deal' Rosa. Shall we?

I propose

that you invite me in,
so we can talk quietly.

If you accept'

I won't tell these police officers

that you are hiding something.

Are you going to arrest him?

Why would we?

Do you accept?

I thank you,

deeply' for inviting me
into your home.

Do you mind
if my assistant joins us?

No.

Laura' come.

I don't work
for those people anymore.

But you did work there.

Yes' many years ago.

They say the things
that happened there

were terrible.

That many Indians died.

We want to report
those awful crimes.

Why are you so interested?

- To do justice.
- Justice?

That's why I need to talk to you'
Segundo.

About what?

An interview.

What do you want to know?

What jobs did you do
for Josä Menéndez?

I worked with the sheep'

herding them,
shearing them in the sheds.

With my dogs,
we moved thousands of sheep.

And now' what do you do?

I have my animals,

my boat.

We Iive off the sea.

But do you earn money?

We Iive off
what the sea gives us.

How?

The sea is wise.

If you respect it'

it takes care of you.

It'd be very important for me
to have an image of you.

An image?

An image...

that gives truth
to your testimony.

A portrait.

Photographs'

but in motion...

Rosa' may I ask you a guestion?

What?

How did you two meet?

Once,

along with the Lieutenant...

- What Iieutenant?
- Lieutenant MacLennan.

Things were complicated

and Menändez wanted
no more problems with the Indians.

So, the Lieutenant became Judge.

Judge?

A Peace Judge, said Menändez.

We had to talk to the Indians

and make peace.

Rosa helped us communicate.

We spent months touring the isiand,
talking to them.

Once,

the Lieutenant had the idea
to offer a meal.

He organized a banquet on a beach.

A lot of Indians arrived'

there must haVe been 300 of them.

We had roasted iambs,

more than 50 animals
on the spit.

The Indians ate and drank
ali they wanted.

They got to the meat
and tore it apart with their teeth'

as if they had never eaten.

Then we brought the wine

in iarge pots.

When the sun set'

many were aiready drunk'

Iying on the sand.

Then we took the rifles

and started shooting.

The Indians began to run.

They went into the sea.

We chased them

and strangled them with our hands
until they stopped moVing.

The sea turned red.

You must have been
through very hard times.

But I assure you that your sacrifices

and your wife's
have not been in vain.

Segundo, are you alright?

Yes?

The hat does not bother you?

Perfect! Very good!

Laura, fill the cup of tea please'
will you?

All good there?

Yes? Is the focus alright?

Fix her blouse.

Please.

The other side also.
And the hair there' right there.

Nice.

Very good.

Very good. Let's start.

Let's shoot.

Have some tea.

Rosa?

Can you take your cup?

Rosa!

The cup.

In your hand,
at the ievel of your face' please.

Rosa please.
Could you stir your cup of tea?

Rosa' do you want
to be part of this nation?

Drink the tea.

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