All language subtitles for The.Last.of.the.Mohicans[1992]DvDrip[Eng]-Zeus_Dias

Hello!

John Cameron!

Chingachgook! How are you?

The Master of Life is good, John.
Another year passed.

How is it with you?

Getting along. Yes, I am.

Nathaniel.

Hello, John. Cleared another quarter, I see.

Yes, I did.

-Alexandra.
-Welcome.

Jack. How are you?

Hello, Nathaniel.

-How've you been?
-Good, thank you.

Where have you boys been trapping?

West of the Continental.

Why is Uncas with you?

He should have settled with a woman,
started a family by now.

Uncas, look.

Mohawk field we saw
was five-mile long on the river.

Chief Joseph Brandt's field.

-You take much fur?
-That we did.

-Lots.
-The Horican is near trapped out.

Where're you trading? Castleton?

-Schuylerville.
-Schuylerville, with the Dutch for silver.

French and English want to pay
with wampum and brandy.

What is it, Jack? What brings you here?

A French and Indian army's heading south
out of Fort Carillon to war...

...against the British. I'm helping raise
New York's militia to fill the Crown's levy.

And the people here
are going to join in that fight?

We'll see in the morning.

Where are you boys heading?

We'll trap over the fall...

...and winter in Can-tuck-ee. Find
a Delaware-speaking woman for Uncas.

She will say, "You are the one! "
Bear him many children!

Then you can have a boy like me.

Never. You're too strong.

Turn me old too fast.

That's what he's doing to his mama.

John Cameron,
thank you for your hospitality.

Mohawk got no quarrel with Les Français.

Traded furs with Les Français.

Now, Les Français bring Huron, Ottawa...

...Abenaki onto Mohawk land.
Now, Mohawk will fight...

...Les Français and Huron.

I speak for the Twin River Mohawk
of the Six Nations.

His Majesty King George ll
is very grateful for your support.

How far up the valley?

-Up to Fort William Henry.
-That's two nights and a bit from here.

Should be enough to remind you
France is our enemy.

France is your enemy.

What did you say?

While we're at your fort,
what if the French attack our homes?

What then, Lieutenant?

For your homes, for King, for country!

That's why you men
ought to join this fight!

You do what you want
with your own scalp.

Don't be telling us
what we ought to do with ours.

You call yourself a patriot?
A loyal subject to the Crown?

I do not call myself subject to much at all.

I agree with some of what Nathaniel
and John say.

But I believe England's still our sovereign.

I'll fight with you, Jack.

I'm staying on my farm.

Any man who goes, his family's welcome...

...to fort up with us till he comes back.

Boys, my sense of it is
we have enough here to fill...

...the county levy.
It's a fight we ought to make.

But first, we've got to get terms
from General Webb.

Where are you meeting him?

We'll go to Albany.

You, help my man outside
with the baggage.

If they're not allowed leave
to defend their families and homes...

...if the French attack the settlements...

...no colonial militia will go
to Fort William Henry.

They will report or be pressed into service.

I cannot imagine His Majesty,
in all his benevolence...

...would ever object
to his loyal American subjects...

...defending their hearth and home,
their women and children.

Does that mean they'll be granted leave...

...to defend their homes
if the settlements are attacked?

Of course.

You got yourself a colonial militia, General.

Major Duncan Heyward reporting, sir.

En route to Fort William Henry
and bearing dispatches.

Safe journey, I trust?

Yes, and I didn't experience anything
so surprising from Bristol to Albany...

...as that which I witnessed here today.

What was that?

The Crown "negotiating"
the terms of service.

I know, one has to reason with these
colonials to get them to do anything.

Tiring, isn't it?
But that's the lay of the land.

I thought British policy is,
"Make the world England," sir.

I see you're to serve
with the 35th Regiment of Foot...

...at Fort William Henry,
under Colonel Munro.

I'll be marching the 60th to Fort Edward.

Explain to the Major he has little to fear...

...from this General Marquis de Montcalm
in the first place...

...and therefore scant need
of a colonial militia in the second...

...because the French
haven't the nature for war.

They'd rather eat and make love
with their faces than fight.

Might I inquire if General Webb
has heard from Colonel Munro's daughters?

I was to rendezvous with them in Albany,
and escort them to the fort, sir.

You there. What does Munro call you?

The Scotsman has sent you
one of his Mohawk allies to guide you.

Magua.

The Scotsman's daughters
are at the Poltroon's house.

A company of the 60th
will accompany you...

...and Magua will show you the way.

Dawn. At the encampment.
6:00 a.m. sharp.

See to it you're there.

I'll take it for you, sir.

Cora.

Duncan.

-How long have you been in Albany?
-For days and days. And yourself?.

Just arrived.

By God, it's good to see you.

I don't know what to say, Duncan.

I truly wish they did, but my feelings...

...don't go beyond friendship.

Don't you see?

Respect and friendship.
Isn't that a reasonable basis...

...for a man and a woman to be married?
All else may grow in time.

Some say that's the way of it.

Some?

Cousin Eugenie, my father--

Well, then, Cora...

...in my heart, I know.

Once we're joined we'll be
the most marvelous couple in London.

I'm certain of that.

So, why not let those whom you trust,
your father...

...help settle what's best for you?

In view of your indecision,
you should rely on their judgment.

And mine.

Will you consider that?

Please consider that.

Yes.

Yes, I will.

Duncan!

By God, you've grown up.

We leave in the morning?

-Yes, miss.
-I shan't sleep tonight.

What an adventure.
Have you seen the red men?

A few.

I absolutely cannot wait to return
to Portman Square...

...having been to the wilderness.
It's so exciting.

Alice?

-Can we rest soon?
-Absolutely.

You there.

Scout. We must stop soon.
Women are tired.

Not here.

Two leagues. Better water.
We stop there.

No, stop in the glade just ahead.

When the ladies are rested
we will proceed. Do you understand?

Excuse me, what did you say?

Magua said,
"I understand English very well."

Hold tight.

Right! Step to the right!

All fire right! Ranks!

Make ready!

Ready!

Aim!

Fire!

No, Duncan.

In case your aim's any better
than your judgment.

Your wounded should try walking
on back to Albany.

They'll never make a passage north.

Stop it! Stop it!

-We need them to get out!
-Why's he losing the horses?

Why don't you ask him?

Too easy to track.

They'll be heard for miles.
Find yourself a musket.

We were headed to Fort William Henry.

We'll take you as far as the fort.

We're walking out of here fast.

Less all of you'd rather wait
for the next Huron war party to come by.

Scout, I'd like to thank you for your help.

How much further is it?

A night and a bit.

Appears we're well away from them.

Maybe.

Maybe they aren't alone.

That Huron captain back there--

The guide? He's a Mohawk.

No Mohawk, he's Huron. What reason
did he have to murder the girl?

What?

The dark-haired one.

Miss Cora Munro? Murder her?
He never set eyes on her before today.

She's only been here a week.

No blood vengeance?
No reproach or insult?

Of course not!
How is it you were so nearby?

Came across the war party.

Tracked them.

Then you're assigned
to Fort William Henry?

No.

Fort Edward, then?

Heading west for Can-tuck-ee.

There is a war on.
How is it you are heading west?

We kind of face to the north
and real sudden like turn left.

I thought all our colonial scouts
were in the militia.

The militia is fighting the French
in the north.

I'm not your scout.

And I sure ain't in no damn militia.

Clear it up any?

Ottawa, two Français.

What did you say?

Mirrors, tools.

Clothes.

Everything was inside.
They didn't take anything.

They were moving fast. A war party.

Let us look after them.

Leave them.

Whoever they are,
though they're strangers...

...they're at least entitled
to a Christian burial.

They can't be left behind.

Let us go, miss.

I will not!
I've seen the face of war before, sir...

...but I've not seen war
made upon women and children.

And almost as cruel is your indifference.

Miss Munro. They're not strangers.

And they stay as they lay.

Why didn't you bury those people?

Anyone looking for our trail
would see it as a sign...

...we'd passed that way.

You knew them well?

You were acting for our benefit
and I apologize.

I misunderstood you.

Well, that's to be expected.

-My father warned me about--
-Your father?

Chingachgook.
He warned me about people like you.

Oh, he did?

-He said, "Do not try to understand them."
-What?

Yes, and, "Do not try to make them
understand you.

"That is because they are a breed apart
and make no sense."

Why did they turn back?

Burial ground.

A breed apart, we make no sense?

In your particular case, miss,
I'd make allowance.

Thank you so much.

Where's your real family?

They buried my ma and pa and my sisters.

Chingachgook found me with two French
trappers, raised me up as his own.

I'm sorry.

I do not remember them.
I wasn't but one or two.

How did you learn English?

My father sent Uncas and I to Reverend
Wheelock's school when I was 10.

Why were those people living
in this defenseless place?

After seven years indentured service
in Virginia, they headed here...

...because the frontier's the only land
available to poor people.

Out here, they're beholden to none.
Not living by another's leave.

Their name was Cameron.

John and Alexandra Cameron.

My father's people say
that at the birth of the sun...

...and of his brother, the moon,
their mother died.

So the sun gave to the earth her body,
from which was to spring all life.

And he drew forth
from her breast the stars.

The stars he threw into the night sky
to remind him of her soul.

So there's the Camerons' monument.

My folks', too, I guess.

You are right, Mr. Poe.

We do not understand
what is happening here.

And it's not as I imagined it to be,
thinking of it in Boston and London.

Sorry to disappoint you.

No, on the contrary.
It is more deeply stirring to my blood...

...than any imagining
could possibly have been.

Top of the next ridge.
The fort's downhill of it.

The men of the regiment will fetch water
from the lake, build fires...

...and provide every comfort you desire.

I cannot wait to see Papa.

Fire!

And again!

-I'm Major Duncan Heyward.
-Captain Jeffrey Beams.

-We didn't expect you to make it through.
-Let's go to Munro.

Go, boys!

Nathaniel!

It's torture, Jack!

Uncas!

Thought you and Nathaniel
weren't joining up.

We didn't.

We just dropped in
to see how you boys were doing.

Papa!

Alice! Cora!

Why are you here?

And where the hell are my reinforcements?

Get Mr. Phelps!

I told you to stay away.

Why did you disobey me, girls?

When? How, l....

My letter.

There was none.

-What?
-There was no letter.

I sent three couriers to Webb.

-One called Magua arrived.
-He delivered no such message.

-Does Webb not know we are besieged?
-Webb has no idea.

He certainly does not know
to send reinforcements.

-What happened to you?
-On the George Road. Attacked.

We're fine.

-Are you all right?
-Yes.

What will happen here, Papa?

-We'll be all right, girl.
-This Magua led us into it.

Eighteen killed.

These men came to our aid.
They guided us here.

Thank you.

Do you need anything?

Can we help ourselves to a few horns
from your powder stores?

And some food?

I'm indebted to you.

Miss Cora, how are you?

Hello, Mr. Phelps.

Mrs. McCann will get
some dry clothes for you.

Thank you.

Go with your sister, Alice.

it'll be all right, girl.

it'll be all right.

Might I inquire after the situation, sir...

...given that I've seen the French
engineering from the ridge above?

The situation is, his guns are bigger
than mine and he has more of them.

They keep our heads down while his troops
dig 30 yards of trench a day.

When those trenches are 200 yards
from the fort and in range...

...he'll bring in his 15-inch mortars,
lob explosive rounds over our walls...

...and pound us to dust.

They look to be 300 yards out.

If they're digging 30 yards a day,
you have three days.

Damn.

A man here can make a run
straight through to Webb.

Three days isn't enough to get to Albany
and back with reinforcements.

Webb's not in Albany.

He marched the 60th
to Fort Edward two days ago.

Webb is at Edward?

Yes, sir.

That's only 12 miles away.

He could have reinforcements here
the day after tomorrow.

You, sir. Pick your man.
Major Heyward will provide a diversion.

I'll draft out a dispatch.

Captain Beams will seek you out
and give it to you later.

Something else.

Cameron's cabin. Frontier cabin.
Came upon it yesterday.

It was burnt, everyone murdered.
It was Ottawa, allied to the French.

So?

It was a war party.

That means they're going to be attacking
up and down the frontier.

Thank you, sir.

People here, Mohawks, settlers,
have family out there!

That'll be all, sir!

Things were done. Nobody was spared.

Those considerations are subordinate
to the interests of the Crown.

A terrible feature of war
here in the Americas, Major Heyward.

Best keep your eye fixed on our duty,
to defeat France.

That hangs on a courier to Webb.

I will give you three oxen for a feast.

And tomorrow,
I will sing the war song with you...

...at the Great Council Fire.

How are things with your English friends?

The English war chief, Webb,
goes to Fort Edward with 60th Regiment.

He does not know that my father's army
attacks Fort William Henry.

Magua was successful?

The other two couriers died in the forest.

By now, Munro would know
his dispatch did not get through.

He'll send another.

The Grey Hair will try.

Four or five, including two women,
entered the fort.

The Grey Hair's children
were under Magua's knife. They escaped.

They will be under it again.

Why do you hate the Grey Hair, Magua?

When the Grey Hair is dead,
Magua will eat his heart.

Before he dies, Magua will put
his children under the knife...

...so the Grey Hair will know
his seed is wiped out forever.

Miss Cora?

-Gentleman looking for you.
-Miss Munro.

May l?

It will seep and then it's going to draw.

Thank you, miss.

About done holding hands
with Miss Munro?

We got some work to do.

What are you looking at, sir?

I'm looking at you, miss.

Munro refused to believe what happened.

He does not even want to hear it.

Well, he's going to have to.

Get together by the west bastion.
Ian, Sharitarish, Ongewasgone and William.

Tight weave.

Silk. Another 40 yards.

And how am I to know
it wasn't a raid by common thieves?

The cabin was attacked by a war party
fighting with the French.

They're sweeping south down the frontier,
attacking farms and Mohawk villages.

All the men are stuck here.

I need more proof
than this man's opinion...

...before I weaken the defenses
by releasing the militia.

Chingachgook's of the same opinion
about the raid.

Taken together, that's gospel.

Your fort will stand or fall,
depending on Webb's reinforcements...

...not the presence of the colonials.

I judge military matters here! Not you!

Your judgment isn't more important
than their right under agreement...

...with Webb to defend their farms
and families.

Major Heyward was there.

He was at John Cameron's.
He saw what it was.

What exactly did you see, Major?

I saw nothing that would lead me
to the conclusion it was other than...

...a raid by savages bent on thievery.

You're a liar!

Major!

Montcalm is a soldier and a gentleman,
not a butcher.

It's easy for you to suppose. It's their
women and children alone, not yours!

-You forget yourself!
-We're not forgetting Webb's promise.

British promises are honored.

The militia won't be released.
I need more proof than this man's word.

Nathaniel's word has been good
a long time before you got here.

This meeting is over! The militia stays!

Does the rule of English law
no longer govern?

Has it been replaced by absolutism?

If English law can't be trusted, they better
making their own peace with the French.

-That's sedition!
-That's the truth!

I'll have you beaten from this fort!

Someday we're going to have
a serious disagreement.

Anyone fomenting or advocating
leaving Fort William Henry...

...will be hung for sedition.

Anyone actually caught leaving
will be shot for desertion.

And my decision is final. Get out!

I wanted to talk to you.

Talk to Duncan, Cora. I must manage.

I cannot be an invalid schoolgirl.

I'll see if Mr. Phelps needs anything.

I'm sorry. I didn't mean to....

When we come together back in England...

...and are married
and away from this place...

...what had to be done and said here
will matter not at all.

I'm certain of that.

Duncan, I promised you an answer.

You've complimented me
with your persistence and patience.

But the decision I've come to is:

I'd rather make the gravest of mistakes
than surrender my own judgment.

Please take this as my final answer.

It must be no.

I see.

Yeah, Nathaniel,
but you weren't ever for being here.

That's right. I saw it that way then
and I see it that way now.

Ian, if I had kin in the settlements,
hell, I'd be damn sure I'd be long gone.

What do we do
about being under Crown law?

I believe if they set aside their law,
as and when they wish...

...their law no longer has
rightful authority over us.

All they have over us then, is tyranny.

And I will not live under that yoke.
So I will stay here no longer.

Anyone caught leaving the fort
could be shot...

...so each man make a decision.

Those who are going, be back in an hour.

Out the northern sally-port.

Strike for the east side of the swamp
till you clear the French picket line.

Head north over the ridge,
then come about southeast.

Fork left in Little Meadow and you're free
of the outpost and skirmishers.

Should've skinned out of this long ago.

We got no families, Captain.
We figured we'd stay and give a hand.

I'll cover you from the top of the bastion.

You're not coming with us?

I got a reason to stay.

That reason wear a striped skirt
and work in the surgery?

It does.

No offense, but it's a better-looking reason
than you, Jack Winthrop.

Push hard because you've got to clear
the French outpost by dawn.

Good luck, Jack.

-Ongewasgone, are you staying?
-Yes.

There's too many French.

And so few of us to fight.
Not too many to die.

But we've given our word
to our English fathers.

As you were!

Stand off.

Take him.

As you were.

He saved us.
We're alive only because of him.

He encouraged the colonials to desert
in this room and in my presence!

-Sir!
-He's guilty of sedition.

He must be tried like any criminal
regardless of what he did for my children.

But he knew the consequences,
and he stayed.

Are those the actions of a criminal?

Duncan, do something.

He knew the penalty for his actions.
He should pay without sending you to beg.

You know he wouldn't send me.
You falsely spoke of what you saw.

What happened at the farm
was as Nathaniel said.

But not with enough certainty
to outweigh British interests in this fort.

Who empowered these colonials
to pass judgment on England's policies...

...in her own possessions,
and to come and go...

...without so much as a by-your-leave?

They don't live their lives by your leave!

They hack it out of the wilderness
with their hands...

...burying their children along the way.

You're defending him because
you've become infatuated with him!

You are a man
with a few admirable qualities.

But taken as a whole, I was wrong
to have thought so highly of you.

I would do anything I could
to keep you from being hurt.

But he's guilty of sedition and subject
to military justice and beyond pardon.

If that's justice, the sooner French guns
blow the English army out of America...

...the better it'll be for people here.

-You don't know what you're saying!
-I know exactly what I'm saying!

And if it's sedition,
then I am guilty of sedition, too.

They're going to hang you.

Why didn't you leave
when you had the chance?

Because what I'm interested in
is right here.

What can I do?

Webb's reinforcements will arrive or not.

If they do not arrive,
the fort will fall to the French.

If that happens, stay close to your father.

Stay close to him.

The French officers will try to protect
the officers among the English.

No. I will find you.

Do not.

Promise me.

The whole world's on fire, isn't it?

What is it?

Remember what I told you.

Stay close to your father and the officers.

Company! Left face!

Colonel Munro. I have known you
as a gallant antagonist.

I am happy to make your acquaintance
as a friend.

And I yours, Monsieur le Marquis.

You've already done everything which is
necessary for the honor of your prince...

...but now I beg you to listen
to the admonishments of humanity.

I beg you to consider my terms
for your surrender.

Perhaps the General's glass
can reach as far as the Hudson...

...and seize the size and eminence
of the army of Webb.

My scouts intercepted
this dispatch intended for you.

Captain de Bougainville.

"To Colonel Munro:

"Sir, I regret to inform you
that I have no men available...

"...to send to your rescue.

"It is quite impossible.
I advise you to seek terms for surrender.

"I remain, Jerome Webb, at Fort Edward."

This is the signature of Webb.

And I know the temper of our men.

Rather than spend the war
in a French prison hulk in Hudson Bay...

...they'd fight to the end.

You've heard your answer,
Monsieur le Marquis.

I beg you not to sign
the death warrant of so many...

...to what I have to say.

Go on.

None of your men will see
the inside of a prison barge.

They are free...

...so long as they return to England
and fight no more on this continent...

...and the civilian militia
return to their farms.

Their arms?

They may leave the fortress fully armed.

My colors?

Carry them to England with pride.

Allow me to consult with my officers.

I have lived to see something
which I never expected.

-A British officer afraid to support another.
-Webb can burn in hell.

And we'll go back and dig our graves
behind those ramparts.

Death and honor
are thought to be the same...

...but today I have learned
that sometimes they are not.

Sir?

ls the hatchet buried
between the English and my French father?

Yes.

Not a warrior has a scalp,
and the white men become friends.

My master owns these lands,
and I have been ordered to drive off...

...the English squatters.

They have consented to go,
so now I call them enemies no longer.

Magua took the hatchet
to color with blood. It's still bright.

Only when it's red, then it will be buried.

So many suns have set
since Magua struck the war post.

And where is that sun?

Magua is the son of his people
and he has come to lead many of them!

But Magua has power with his Huron
people and others here, I know well.

Magua's village and lodges were burnt.

Magua's children
were killed by the English.

I was taken as slave by the Mohawk,
who fought for the Grey Hair.

Magua's wife believed he was dead...

...and became the wife of another.

The Grey Hair was the father of all that.

In time...

...Magua became blood brother
to the Mohawk, to become free.

But always in his heart he is Huron!

And his heart will be whole again
on the day...

...the Grey Hair and all his seed are dead.

Does the chief of the Canadas believe
the English will keep the terms?

Colonel Munro would...

...but General Webb
will not honor the agreement...

...and send their soldiers away.

I fear having let them go, which I must...

...I will only fight the same men again
when I drive towards Albany.

Monsieur, the fort is yours.

Fire!

Grey Hair.

Before you die, know that I will put
under the knife your children...

...so I will wipe your seed
from the earth forever.

Got nothing better to do
on the lake today, Major?

When you fall into British hands again
I'll have you hanged!

Faster!

Take to the river!

-Where are we going?
-Nowhere.

I don't understand.

This is as far as we go!
If we're lucky, they'll figure...

...we beached our canoes
and headed across land.

If we're lucky,
they'll figure we went over the falls.

Our only hope is they pass us by.

-If they do?
-Take the south rim down the mountain.

It's 12 miles cross-country to Fort Edward.

And if they don't?

You'll just have to forego
the pleasure of hanging me.

Any powder?

Done.

Mine's soaking wet!

Our father?

Did you see my father?

From a distance.

Say nothing to Alice.

Get back!

Go ahead!

What the bloody-hell plan is this?

I want you to go!

If we go there's a chance
there won't be a fight!

There's no powder! If we don't go,
then there's no chance! None!

You understand?

Coward!

You've done everything you can do.
Save yourself!

If the worst happens...

...and only one of us survives,
something of the other does, too.

No! You stay alive!

If they don't kill you, they'll take you
north up to the Huron lands.

Submit, do you hear? You're strong!

You survive!

Stay alive, no matter what occurs!
I will find you!

No matter how long it takes.
No matter how far.

I will find you!

I don't speak Huron.

-You speak French, Major?
-Yes.

Translate for me into French
every word as I say it.

I come to you unarmed and in peace
to unstop your ears, Sachem.

Let the children of the dead Colonel Munro
go free.

Take fire out of the English anger
over the murder of their helpless ones.

Sachem, the French fathers made peace.
Magua broke it!

It is false that the French
will be friends still to the Huron.

Would Magua use the ways
of Les Français and the Yengeese?

-Would you?
-Yes!

Would the Huron
make his Algonquin brothers...

...foolish with brandy and steal his lands
to sell them for gold to the white man?

Would Huron have greed for more land
than a man can use?

Would Huron fool Seneca into taking...

...all the furs of all the animals of the forest
for beads and strong whiskey?

Would the Huron kill every man,
woman and child of their enemy?

Those are the ways of the Yengeese...

...and the Français traders
and their masters in Europe...

...infected with the sickness of greed!

Magua's heart is twisted.

He would make himself
into what twisted him.

I am Nathaniel of the Yengeese.

Hawkeye, adopted son
of Chingachgook of the Mohican people.

Let the children of the dead Munro
and the Yengeese officer go free.

This belt which is a record of the days
of my father's people speaks for my truth.

Tell him I'll trade him. Me for her! Say it!

I am La Longue Carabine!
My death is a great honor to the Huron!

Take me!

You tell him?

Yes.

Take me!

Take me! My compliments, sir!
Take her and get out!

Duncan! What are they doing to Duncan?
Where's Alice?

Great Spirit and the Maker of all Life...

...a warrior goes to you swift
and straight as an arrow shot into the sun.

Welcome him, and let him take his place
at the Council Fire of my people.

He is Uncas, my son.

Tell him to be patient
and ask death for speed...

...for they are all there but one,
I, Chingachgook...

...the last of the Mohicans.