All language subtitles for Barkskins.S01E01.New.France.WEBRip.x264-CAFFEiNE-HI

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(FLAMES CRACKLING)

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(GUNSHOTS)

(FLAMES ROARING)

(SHOUTING)

(GRUNTING)

(PANTING)

(PANTING)

(SHOUTING)

(PANTING)

(SHOUTING)

(PANTING)

(SQUELCHING)

(PANTING)

(PANTING)

(CRACKING)

(PANTING)

(THEME MUSIC PLAYS)

(WATER RUSHING)

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(BOAT CREAKING)

RENÉ: Charles.

Huh. Charles.

CHARLES: Hmm?

I want to go back to France.

RENÉ: There's no going back.

We must ready for our new lives.

CAPTAIN: Hey, you! Sit down!

(GRUNTS)

RENÉ: He has a fever.

CAPTAIN: I will have
him delivered properly

into the custody of Captain Bouchard,
as that in my contract,

then he will serve your indenture.

CHARLES: I didn't take
the dress, just the apples.

Yes, I'm guilty of stealing apples.

RENÉ: You are a thief there.

But here you can be whoever you want.

CHARLES: It was the dress.

My Jacqueline wanted the dress,

so I took it on credit.

But I couldn't pay for
it so I became a thief.

It was prison or this Godforsaken place.

RENÉ: It doesn't matter
what happened before.

Here we can begin again.

(CAWING)

(PRAYING QUIETLY)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

MAN: Wait.

MAN 2: Move.

(GRUNTS)

(LAUGHTER)

MAN: Come.

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♪♪

BOUCHARD: Vite! Vite!

(NEIGHING)

(CLUCKING)

LAFARGE: Uh-uh.

Mud, Thom.

Other room.

And the land?

Everything west of
the creek like I told you

has been cleared just like you asked.

COOKE: Hmm. And the French settlers?

LAFARGE: Killed.

Dead.

COOKE: And the Iroquois?

LAFARGE: I took care of them myself.

Captain Bouchard hung
their bodies from the trees.

You should go to the dock
and see them for yourself.

- COOKE: Excellent.
- LAFARGE: We made a right proper example of them.

COOKE: And what of the
Hudson Bay man? What of Cross?

LAFARGE: Yeah, there's no sign of him.

He was there when the killings
started and then he was gone.

He vanished into the woods.

COOKE: Vanished?

And where is he then?

LAFARGE: I did what you asked.

Land cleared, the Iroquois blamed,

the time to move on
this territory is now.

COOKE: Gus, there is no luck
except where there is discipline.

Now, I see things that
you cannot possibly see.

Angles in the ways of
coin, that is my gift.

LAFARGE: Well, I see land that's
rich and ripe for the taking.

And a creek that connects it all.

The time to stake our claim is now.

COOKE: No. We must not appear anxious.

The Hudson Bay Company
must see us as allies,

- and I will take care of that.
- LAFARGE: The time is now, Mr. Cooke.

The land should be ours.

- THOM: Father?
- LAFARGE: No. Uh-uh.

Men are discussing business, Thom.

COOKE: Thom.

Do you think your father
here is threatening me?

LAFARGE: Do not bring my boy into this.

COOKE: No, I will hear him.

Step forward, Thom. Don't be afraid.

(SIGHS)

COOKE: Thom, would you like to know

exactly what it is that
your father does for me?

He does important work, Thom.

He does important work.

And some day, you might
be able to do the same.

Would you like that very much?

THOM: Yes, sir.

COOKE: Good, Thom.

Now, tell me. What
is it you came to say?

THOM: The boat is here with the new men.

I counted a dozen.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

LAFARGE: Coming through.
Get out of the way.

What about this one?

- COOKE: This?
- VENDOR: Eight.

LAFARGE: Yeah. Strong back.

(SHOUTING IN FRENCH)

- LAFARGE: Do you want him?
- COOKE: No.

CLERK: Cochon!

COOKE: This one.

LAFARGE: Oh. Hey. Wood cutter?

- RENÉ: Yes.
- COOKE: Yes.

LAFARGE: C'est bon.

- CLERK: Cochon!
- LAFARGE: Open.

- RENÉ: Ah.
- BOUCHARD: What are you doing here, Lafarge?

LAFARGE: Uh, I'm with Mr. Cooke.

We need man, we will pay for him. Come.

BOUCHARD: Barrel king
and beard splitter.

(CHUCKLES)

BOUCHARD: He should know his place,

and his place is he shall get no man.

- LAFARGE: Number three, we will take him.
- BOUCHARD: He's spoken for.

They are for French citizens only.

Now move away until I have their marks.

CLERK: Gasquet!

BOUCHARD: Make your mark and be quick.

COOKE: I am prepared to double
whatever the offer, Captain Bouchard.

BOUCHARD: And double I
say, he is spoken for.

He is Monsieur Trepgany's.

Now step away or I shall knock
you back to some manners, English.

CLERK: Claude Trepagny!

Claude Trepagny!

COOKE: Perhaps, uh,
the heretic, Monsieur Trepagny,

has suffered the same fate

as the recently
slaughtered French settlers.

BOUCHARD: I have hung fair
warning down by the docks.

The Iroquois are no threat to us!

COOKE: Well, that was
very convincing, Captain.

Now let us discuss this
man who has no claim.

BOUCHARD: Monsieur Trepagny will
have his allotted time to claim.

Go!

CLERK: Claude Trepagny!

Claude Trepagny!

TREPAGNY: ♪ Now it's
time for you to die ♪

♪ For you are nothing,
but a little traitor ♪

(LAUGHTER)

TREPAGNY: Behold, I am arrived.

In glory.

Ah.

Yes.

What sort of a man are you?

RENÉ: René Sel, sir.

TREPAGNY: No, no, no, no, no, no.

Your name matters no more
than the mouth of a fish.

I will ask you once again,
what sort of a man are you?

- RENÉ: I am your man.
- TREPAGNY: Yes.

Come.

Come!

RENÉ: Do you need another man?

He could be had on the cheap.

TREPAGNY: He is a sickly malingerer.

RENÉ: No, no, a bad tooth is all.

BOUCHARD: Charles Duquet?

CHARLES: Yes?

TREPAGNY: Well, he
does not look like much.

Do you vouch for him?

RENÉ: Yes.

(GRUNTS)

TREPAGNY: Yeah.

I will take him.

BOUCHARD: He's yours.

Pleasure.

Hey, take the ram, too.

TREPAGNY: I will have his name.

RENÉ: Charles Duquet.

TREPAGNY: Perhaps I
can show Monsieur Duquet

the path back to the light

so that he may bathe in the
grace of good labor on my Doma.

(SPITS)

TREPAGNY: You will contemplate
your contribution to this realm

before I knock you from it.

Look at me.

Look at me!

Now rouse him, and I
will procure us some meat.

RENÉ: Huh.

Get up.

Come on.

Here.

We are Monsieur Trepagny's now.

We make good for three years,

and we will be granted our
freedom and a parcel of his land.

The chance to work the land
and someday raise a family,

pass that land down to them.

Raise your name up.

CHARLES: Work will raise my name?

RENÉ: I believe that.

CHARLES: Your father worked, yes?

RENÉ: Yes, a wood cutter
and his father before him.

CHARLES: And so on,
and so on, and so on,

and yet here you are, same as me.

Two landless fools.

Tell me, how many rich men do you
know with calluses on their hands?

(WHISTLES)

TREPAGNY: Do not grind your pearls.

CHARLES: Come on, they're beautiful.

TREPAGNY: They are the
king's, not of your station.

It is men like myself
who will have a wife

to fill this land with
sons and daughters.

(ROWING)

♪♪

HAMISH: Indians.

YVON: Not French.

HAMISH: Wendat? Montagnais? Mi'kmaq?

The sort matters, Yvon.

YVON: Matters to you, and your book.

HAMISH: Precision, Yvon.

YVON: Yes, I know.

We must be precise with all
things or it will all go to mud.

(SIGHS)

HAMISH: Just go examine them.

(SIGHS)

(FLIES BUZZING)

YVON: Oh.

(FLIES BUZZING)

YVON: Iroquois.

HAMISH: Iroquois are the wrong
sort to be put on display.

YVON: Hopefully we'll be gone

from this backwater
before payment comes due.

HAMISH: Do you wish to take
them down and bury them proper?

YVON: I wish to be gone from here.

Let's find Cross and be quick.

(DOOR OPENING)

(FOOTSTEPS)

MOTHER SABRINE:
Compliments of King Louis,

so that you may begin your new lives

properly attired and
fetching to the eye.

MELISSANDE: Where are the silks?

We were promised silks.

MOTHER SABRINE: The king
has invested deeply in you

and I am the guardian
of the king's investments.

There are no silks, dear child.

I am sure you will make do.

DELPHINE: How does it look?

MELISSANDE: Better.

Blue is not your color.

(CHUCKLES SOFTLY)

MELISSANDE: Don't be modest.

There is no one here except

perhaps Mother Sabrine
who would dare to see.

DELPHINE: Stop it.

MOTHER SABRINE: Comport
yourselves modestly,

speak to no strange
men, follow my rules,

and I will steer you towards
godly and prosperous husbands.

You will learn how to bake bread,

how to brew beer, how to
shoot a gun and dress game.

In a few days, you will meet
the men you will marry.

Unlike back home, you
have the upper hand.

Choose wisely.

MELISSANDE: I will choose richly.

(CHUCKLING)

MOTHER SABRINE: Either way,
you will spend eternity together.

Wash your hands and faces, and below.

So that I may check that you
are intact as God made you.

MELISSANDE: We were
vouched for back home.

Do you think our virtue
couldn't withstand the journey?

MOTHER SABRINE: Then wash, Melissande.

It seems that you will be the
first to reveal your virtue.

(EXHALES)

MATHILDE: Francis, there's
an Englishman waiting for you.

FRANCIS: These tables are
not good, not good at all.

MATHILDE: He is from
the Hudson Bay Company.

FRANCIS: I gave Lafarge
exact measurements.

A table that will not tilt or list.

That is all I ask for,
a proper table, but this?

MATHILDE: We will deal with
the table at the proper time.

There is a man, he is wanting to...

FRANCIS: I said not now, Mathilde.

(BANGING)

FRANCIS: You have ruined my refinement.

Now what will we do?

MATHILDE: We don't have money
for these refinements, Francis.

It is the floor that
is tilt, not the table.

I advised against green wood planks,

but did you heed my advice?

No.

FRANCIS: Everything here is
poor and broken and made wrong.

Even this. It is no use.

MATHILDE: Oh...

These are unrefined tables

to serve unrefined
food for unrefined men.

That is our business, Francis.

HAMISH: A minute is a
minute, but not five.

MATHILDE: My apologies. My
husband and I were just...

YVON: Discussing refinements.

FRANCIS: Uh, after a room?

HAMISH: Aye. Two actually.

He is my equal and
will be treated as such.

FRANCIS: I have the other
guests to consider...

HAMISH: I wish to be
civil in all enterprises,

but I will not be denied a proper
room for my coequal, Yvon.

Though he can speak for himself.

YVON: Aye, he is deadly with that book.

I am not his equal in that.

FRANCIS: My apologies.

We will ready the rooms.

HAMISH: Thank you.

MATHILDE: Mathilde Geffard.

HAMISH: Hi, Mathilde. I wish to know
about a recent guest in your inn.

MATHILDE: My husband keeps very
careful records of all the guests.

HAMISH: Well then, I am
looking for a Mr. Randall Cross.

FRANCIS: The name is not familiar to me.

HAMISH: He was an agent
for the Hudson Bay Company.

His correspondence indicate
that he was a guest at your inn.

He describes the food as adequate,

though he did have a few words
of praise for the prune tart.

"Exceptional", he wrote.

FRANCIS: It can be, on occasion.

YVON: We would like to see
the room Mr. Cross stayed in.

FRANCIS: Well, first I must
check to see if he was a guest.

- MATHILDE: Francis.
- FRANCIS: Stay out of this.

MATHILDE: Aye, Mr. Cross was a guest.

He stayed in the Rose Suite.

He left us some time ago.

FRANCIS: I just want to
make sure before I, uh...

MATHILDE: I am sure.

These men do not have
time for games, Francis.

(BREATHES HEAVILY)

CHARLES: What is that?

RENÉ: I heard there was a
massacre just outside of town.

Families killed by Indians.

CHARLES: What does
this have to do with us?

I am done for, René. I can walk no more.

RENÉ: You will get the drizzles.

TREPAGNY: Rise and put your legs to it.

CHARLES: I can't.

TREPAGNY: You can't or you won't?

CHARLES: I can't.

My tooth has cankered.

TREPAGNY: Man does
not walk on his teeth.

You will walk!

Or perhaps I should leave you

and your cankered
tooth to the loup-garou,

a beast you do not wish to meet.

RENÉ: There is no such
thing as the loup-garou.

TREPAGNY: I have seen its terrible work.

It has the strength of 10 men.

It knows murder.

It knows the proper butcher of a weak,

rat man such as yourself!

- RENÉ: A bear.
- TREPAGNY: It is not a bear!

Go on, tarry,

and you will find your end at
its jaws with Monsieur Duquet.

Aye, rise!

MATHILDE: Well, Mr. Cross
took meals by himself.

He avoided billiards.

FRANCIS: He left an unpaid
bill in a bucket of night soil.

That is what I recall.

HAMISH: Add the balance to my bill
and all and sundry I shall incur.

MATHILDE: Is Mr. Cross missing then?

HAMISH: It's been a month
since his last report.

He was a punctual man.

I'm here to discover his fate.

If I may ask, why is this
called the Rose Suite?

MATHILDE: Uh, our, our dear daughter,

Veronique, left that for us.

It is all we have left to remember

her bright light in this now dim world.

YVON: It's a terrible
thing to lose a child.

MATHILDE: Oh, yes.

HAMISH: May I ask how she passed?

YVON: That is not for
your ledger, Hamish.

HAMISH: Yes. Forgive me.

We would like to see our rooms now.

TREPAGNY: Tell me, Monsieur Sel,

what is your impression of new France?

(SCOFFS)

RENÉ: So many trees.

TREPAGNY: It is the forest of the world.

No one has ever seen
its end, nor will they.

You have not seen paradise

until you have lain eyes on my Doma.

It is peaceful, open, unwalled.

Soon it will blot out Wobik.

Come.

I do not wish to be on
this path when night falls.

(LEAVES RUSTLING)

RENÉ: Shh...

(LEAVES RUSTLING)

CHARLES: Is it the beast?

TREPAGNY: It is not the beast.

It is providence.

(RUSTLING LEAVES)

TREPAGNY: And so a spirit is born
of the spirit and flesh of flesh,

and so the kingdom of Satan

is accomplished in this
world and among all nations.

(SQUEAKING)

TREPAGNY: Behold.

(WHACK)

HAMISH: As a representative
of the Hudson's Bay Company,

I am to discover the reason
for Mr. Cross's disappearance

so that I may report back and
suggest a course of action.

Now, I'll have what you
know of his time here.

(CHUCKLES SOFTLY)

BOUCHARD: First, another
brandy on the company's tab.

HAMISH: It is cut with some
base and poisonous spirit.

BOUCHARD: Hmm.

It agrees just fine.

(SLAMS)

BOUCHARD: Another.

And a coin.

For my troubles.

(COIN SLIDING)

(TAPPING)

(COIN SLIDING)

BOUCHARD: Aye, I remember your man.

Poking about for the
company as your type do.

HAMISH: He felt strongly of the need

that we should expand
our operation here.

BOUCHARD: Mm, long way from
the bay to be expanding.

You're in New France, Mr. Goames.

It's bad enough the English
have been allowed

to creep north along with the Iroquois.

But soon, the peace will be broken,

and the English and French will go back

to the way things have always been...

throat-slitting, lies and land grabs.

HAMISH: As you may well know,

one does not prosper to empire
with timid strokes, Captain.

BOUCHARD: I keep my
distance from empire.

That is for others to sort.

I serve the king and keep the
peace in Wobik for Intendant de Fer.

HAMISH: Then we will
speak to Intendant de Fer.

(CHUCKLES)

BOUCHARD: Uh, he prefers
to spend his time in Québec.

It is my job to speak to English scum.

(SIPS)

BOUCHARD: Now, who might
you serve, Mr. Goames?

(BALL ROLLING)

HAMISH: The truth, Captain.

We were told of the recent
tragedy west of town.

BOUCHARD: The settlers burnt
out, killed by Iroquois.

YVON: We saw the bodies
on display by the docks.

BOUCHARD: It was a small
riding party, the rest ran off.

YVON: You know the Iroquois
always collect their dead.

BOUCHARD: And you should
know, better than most,

that the Iroquois have animal hearts.

That will pump until the
last drop leaves them,

and then their songs
will take up the cause

and pray to their wicked
God that death finds you.

Now, that is some witchcraft
I wish to avoid.

(CHUCKLES)

BOUCHARD: We have
the Iroquois well managed.

(LAUGHS)

HAMISH: Managed?

There is no managing the Iroquois.

They outnumber you 40 to one.

YVON: Silent as deer.

You can't tell them
apart from the trees.

Seen one gut a trapper with
nothing more than a flint knife.

Baby on her back, too.

(SLAM)

BOUCHARD: God will not judge
me for hanging those savages!

Go! Go see for yourself
what they have done.

- HAMISH: Was Cross there?
- (SCOFFS)

BOUCHARD: Hey, he could be anywhere.

HAMISH: Then we will
have a look, Captain.

BOUCHARD: The woods are filled

with the bones of men like you,
Mr. Goames.

The sooner you find your
way out of Wobik, the better.

(SIPS)

COOKE: Captain.

Elijah Cooke.

HAMISH: Hamish Goames.

BOUCHARD: Mr. Goames has come to town

looking for the Hudson Bay
agent who went missing.

HAMISH: Randall Cross was his name.

(SIGHS)

COOKE: The company sent you all
the way out here to find him?

HAMISH: They did.

COOKE: Perhaps his absence
is merely discretion.

These are French territories.

A fact that I am reminded of every day.

BOUCHARD: Mr. Cooke is
the barrel king of Wobik.

You don't want to enter into
trade with him, that's for sure.

HAMISH: Did you happen
to meet Randall Cross?

COOKE: Might I just say what a
relief it is to hear your voice?

It is so good to have
another Englishman in town.

HAMISH: I was born in Kirkwall.

(STAMMERS)

COOKE: Even so. Our numbers swell.

BOUCHARD: Hey!

Were it not for your late
French wife and barrels,

you'd be outside the gate
fending for yourself, Cooke.

I'd ask you to join
us for a drink but...

(SCOFFS)

BOUCHARD: I don't want to
be seen with so many English.

COOKE: No.

It would not be wise for you.

Mr. Goames.

Friend.

HAMISH: Hmm.

Crust?

It's exceptional.

Try some, Yvon.

YVON: Prunes don't agree.

BOUCHARD: Good day, Mr. Goames.

DELPHINE: I won't take my dress off.

Not for her or anyone else.

(SCOFFS)

MELISSANDE: You will for your husband.

It will be good practice for you.

What sort of husband are
you hoping for, Delphine?

DELPHINE: Kind and, uh generous.

And you?

MELISSANDE: Rich, with a
well-appointed house which I will run.

But first, we must brave the long
bony fingers of Mother Sabrine.

Pray that she doesn't pop it herself.

(LAUGHTER)

MOTHER SABRINE: Come in, ma petite.

(EXHALES)

MOTHER SABRINE: Lie down.

Lay back.

(GRUNTS)

MOTHER SABRINE: Pray if you like.

Then think about your fine husband

and the fine land
you will share with him.

MELISSANDE: Is something wrong?

MOTHER SABRINE:
Was the child born alive?

(SCOFFS)

MELISSANDE: What child?

MOTHER SABRINE: It is a sin to lie.

Do you think you are the first
girl to come to me with a secret?

I have seen everything,
my dear, now tell me.

MELISSANDE: Yes, mother,
there was a child.

MOTHER SABRINE: Did the child survive?

MELISSANDE: Please don't send me back.

I was young, and I wish
only to go to New France.

I promise to be a good wife.

(CREAKING)

MOTHER SABRINE: Lamb's blood.

On your wedding night,
sprinkle this on the bedsheet.

Tell no one.

MELISSANDE: Yes, mother.

TREPAGNY: My Doma!

♪♪

♪ Mari, Mari ♪

♪ Dame Jolie. ♪

The men are here.

Hey, Theo.

Only God points.

And where is God?

MARI: Where were you?

TREPAGNY: A trip to town for the
men who will help us build the Doma.

MARI: Mmm.

(SNIFFS)

Mmm. Is that all you did?

TREPAGNY: I have not spilled seed.

Now, I brought a quill
pig and a fine black ram.

MARI: That is not a gift.

TREPAGNY: I have
another special something

I will bestow on you tonight.

MARI: Hmm.

What is your name?

RENÉ: René Sel.

TREPAGNY: The weak one,
he will help you butcher the lamb.

MARI: I don't need help.

TREPAGNY: You will show him,
and you will be pleasant.

He is a stranger to the knife.

No!

MARI: He sees you
pointing with your stick.

TREPAGNY: Well, he will
learn without pointing.

You.

Come with me.

Have you never seen an Indian before?

RENÉ: Not alive, sir.

TREPAGNY: Well, her blood is split.

She is Wendat and
French from her father.

We will expand your knowledge
of their kingdoms but first,

you must learn the paths of my Doma.

Always stay on the path.

I have cut them to conform
to the grand pattern.

Do you know the grand pattern?

RENÉ: No, sir.

TREPAGNY: It will be made clear.

But if you look, it is all around.

RENÉ: I will stay on the paths.

TREPAGNY: And do not cross the bog.

There are things in there
you do not wish to meet

and stay away from the cabin
unless you are invited.

Do I have your word you will convey
these rules to Monsieur Duquet?

RENÉ: Yes.

TREPAGNY: Do not
deceive me, Monsieur Sel.

I can see through the trees and
around the whole of the land,

and what I do not see
comes to me in dreams.

RENÉ: I shall make it clear to Duquet.

TREPAGNY: Ah. Now, tell me.

What is the most important thing?

Blood.

Family.

RENÉ: I have no family.

TREPAGNY: That's not possible.

RENÉ: Just a brother.

But he drowned under river ice.

TREPAGNY: Well, you
must build another here.

Sow anew.

(GRUNTS)

MATHILDE: Give me that knife.

You will cut your foot.

(STABS)

MATHILDE: I need a
word with your father.

THOM: He is indisposed.

(GROWLS)

(SCOFFS)

MATHILDE: You should teach
this boy some manners.

Pointing a knife at a lady.

LAFARGE: Is that true?

(SMACKS)

LAFARGE: Huh?

Out. Out.

Everyone out, out, out! Out!

MATHILDE: There is a man at the inn.

He is asking after Mr. Cross.

His name is Mr. Hamish Goames.

LAFARGE: In what manner is he asking?

MATHILDE: He is from
the Hudson Bay Company.

LAFARGE: Mr. Cooke's already met him.

What else?

MATHILDE: And I have kept my
ears open as you have asked.

I don't know what you
and Mr. Cooke are up to,

nor do I care, but I will
have my payment now.

LAFARGE: I have no money.

It's all on the table
with a pair of queens.

MATHILDE: Hmm, get a marker.

(BANG)

MATHILDE: I will club
your balls into your belly.

(LAUGHS)

LAFARGE: Henri, away.

Here.

(CLINKING)

MATHILDE: I won't be party in any crime.

LAFARGE: There's nothing to worry about.

Just tell me, where is this Mr. Goames?

MATHILDE: He is searching west of town,

near where those poor families
were killed by the Iroquois.

He is not a man to come at from twice.

LAFARGE: Go back to your inn.

And sit on that little husband of yours.

MATHILDE: We will be asking for a refund

for those tables you built for us.

They are coarse and poorly constructed.

We will not be taken advantage of.

(CHUCKLES)

(STABS)

(HISSING)

(RETCHES)

CHARLES: This ram is not fit to eat.

MARI: It is fine.

There are good bits
in all, even this ram.

You will have to learn
how to make do here.

Three years is a long time.

CHARLES: I will not serve three years.

MARI: Hmm.

Then you should've never left France.

Here, give me the knife.

(SQUELCHING)

MARI: Go on. Make the heaven cut.

CHARLES: I can't.

MARI: You will not survive here.

(SQUELCHING)

MARI: It is a sign of Strendu.

Where did this come from?

CHARLES: What does it matter?

(DUMPING)

CHARLES: What did you see?

MARI: Hurry.

YVON: If Cross was at the scene
of the massacre, he's gone now.

HAMISH: Maybe.

YVON: Would you like a
poem while the potatoes fry?

HAMISH: I will have to see
the settlement for myself.

YVON: Then I shall give
the trees verse, then.

"I feed a flame within,
which so torments me.

That it both pains my
heart and yet contents me.

'Tis such a pleasing
smart, and I so love it.

That I'd rather die than once remove it.

Yet he, for whom I grieve,
shall never know it.

My tongue does not betray,
nor my eyes show it.

Not a sigh, nor a tear,
my pain discloses.

But they fall silently,
like dew on roses".

TREPAGNY: Give us this day,
our super substantial bread.

Remit our debts and forgive our debtors.

Keep us from temptation
and free us from evil,

for thine is the kingdom of power
and the glory for ever and ever.

Amen.

Ah.

Perhaps, Monsieur Sel
could pass the sel.

(LAUGHS SOFTLY)

TREPAGNY: Was the ram
not fit for the stew?

MARI: Spoilt.

TREPAGNY: Through and through?

MARI: Yes, it was.

CHARLES: Putrid it was.

TREPAGNY: And the hide?

MARI: Worms got to it.

TREPAGNY: What a shame.

It would've made nice
hinges for the cabin.

We will see about the hide tomorrow.

One must not waste
what God has provided.

(SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY)

(OWL HOOTING)

(SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY)

RENÉ: She is beautiful.

CHARLES: Find yourself
an Indian wife, then.

(SIGHS)

CHARLES: I will find
a wife back in Paris.

RENÉ: You can't leave.

We're bound to our word.

CHARLES: My word means nothing.

RENÉ: Trepagny will
hold me responsible.

CHARLES: How can he?

There is nothing here for us.

Just trees and bugs and dead things.

We have been tricked into
serving a mad squatter.

RENÉ: He will hunt
you down if you leave.

CHARLES: Then we shall
make a game of it.

(CHOPPING)

(GRUNTING)

(CREAKING)

(CRASH)

TREPAGNY: Can you hear it?

God in the whirlwind.

He can feel us trampling his kingdom.

And the waste we shall build.

A divine city as settlement
under the banner of heaven.

CHARLES: What, here?

TREPAGNY: Yes, here.

You will see,

and I will have that tooth.

Monsieur Sel, assist me. Assist me!

RENÉ: Come. Come. Come, it is better.

- CHARLES: No, no, no...
- RENÉ: It is better!

- (LAUGHS)
- CHARLES: No! No! Get off me! No! No! No!

TREPAGNY: Yes, we shall excise the rot.

- CHARLES: No, no, no.
- TREPAGNY: And have you on your way to productivity.

- CHARLES: No. No. No.
- TREPAGNY: Open. Open!

- TREPAGNY: Open the mouth!
- CHARLES: Ah!

- TREPAGNY: Yes. I have it, I have it...
- (YELLS)

(GRUNTS)

TREPAGNY: Now you will
rise and be twice the man.

(PATTING)

TREPAGNY: Yes...

(GRUNTING)

TREPAGNY: And in the
meantime, Monsieur Sel,

I wish you to fell the
ones with two blazes.

Man must change the land
in order to live in it.

Someday my children will
grow cabbages and grapes.

RENÉ: If the dirt will have it.

TREPAGNY: The dirt will
have what we put in it,

as God sees fit.

We are its stewards.

Never forget that, Monsieur Sel.

Now clear all and we may live
like men on clear and upper land.

I am building a city that
will live in eternity.

Now swing, Mr. Sel! Swing!

And you.

Fetch the ram's hide
you so carelessly wasted.

CHARLES: It was Mari who left the ram.

TREPAGNY: You put the idea in her head,

now find it!

Before the ravens peck it full of holes!

Go!

Now!

(CHOPPING)

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(CRACKING)

(GROWLING)

(CRACKING)

(CRASHING)

(CHOPPING)

(GRUNTING)

TREPAGNY: Where is Duquet?

RENÉ: He's not come
back from your task.

TREPAGNY: Find him.

Bring him back.

(CHIRPING)

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(ROWING)

(CREAKING)

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♪♪

(SQUAWKING)

(GUNSHOT)

HAMISH: My God.

(MUMBLES INDISTINCTLY)

(GUN COCKS)

(MUMBLES INDISTINCTLY)

HAMISH: Show yourself.

FATHER CLAPE: Requiem aeternam
dona eis, Domine. Et lux perpetua.

Requiem aeternam dona eis, Domine.

Et lux perpetua.

Requiem aeternam dona eis, Domine.

Requiescat in pace. Amen.

(CLANK)

(PANTING)

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FATHER CLAPE: Don't you see it?

It is Azazel.

Sprung from the abyss.

(GROWLING)

HAMISH: Come, Father.

(SCREAMS)

(THUD)

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