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Storm on the way. Yeah.

What do you wanna do... go on back and wait for Carnahan?

No point to it. That'd be just as far as goin' on. Yeah.

Better try to find that hotel he's supposed to meet us at.

- Howdy. - You ride very fast.

Trying to beat out the storm.

Why are you here, then, on the very borders of Canada at the outbreak of winter...

if your purpose is to avoid storms?

- We're here on business. - Business?

Yes. Maybe you or your friends could help us.

In what fashion?

We're supposed to meet someone at a hotel called the Inn of the Weary Trapper.

You or any of your friends know where it is?

The name again.

The Inn of the Weary Trapper.

We have not heard of it, any one of us.

Are you sure of that? They said everybody around here...

We are all from around here, my friend.

And you say...

And we say we have never heard of it, any of us.

Well, thanks... a lot.

So long.

How's your French? Like yours.

We'll pretend we believe 'em. We didn't come up here to start a border war.

Yeah.

- Good afternoon, gentlemen. - Good afternoon.

And, uh, may I help you in any way?

Yes, uh, we have business with a

Mr. Carnahan. We're supposed to meet him here.

Monsieur Carnahan? Yes. He's not here.

- Do you know him? - I know him, yes, but he is not here.

But if you are to meet him here,

then, uh, undoubtedly, he will be here.

In the meantime, I am sure your horses will not appreciate you the less...

for allowing them an hour or so to restore and refresh themselves.

Well, I won't appreciate this one any less for being able to do the same thing.

At the Inn of the Weary Trapper, monsieur, you will do much better.

Arnaud!

Gentlemen, please.

We offer a good fire, a hot meal...

and a mulled wine that is my personal contribution to the proceedings.

Well, sounds good to me.

You are to meet Monsieur Carnahan, you say?

We just sold him a herd of cattle.

His foreman said he had to go into town to get the money...

and we were supposed to meet him here.

Let us hope he arrives before the storm then.

At this time of the year, gentlemen, when the blizzards come,

lovers can grow old waiting to keep their trysts.

Please.

Ah. Please, gentlemen. Please.

Hug the fire and you will remain warm.

These old walls welcome the wind from every chink.

I'll see about your meals.

Did someone just come? Two gentlemen.

They will have meals. I will get the wine.

Even if Carnahan gets here tonight,

we'll be stuck unless this storm...

What is it?

You look like you just saw a... A ghost.

Can I help you, monsieur?

Yeah. Uh, who was that woman? Woman?

The one you were just talking to. Oui, monsieur.

That "woman"... She is Miss Suzanne Mayo.

Mayo? My fiancée.

Congratulations. When do you tie the knot?

When the maple first buds in the courtyard.

You've got a long winter ahead of you. On the contrary, monsieur.

The long winter is at last behind me.

Your dinners will be ready very soon.

- Fiancée. - Do you know that woman?

I guess I do, and I guess a lot better than he does,

or he wouldn't be talking about tying the knot.

He'd be yelling for somebody to bring the handcuffs.

You're sure she's the one, huh?

You don't exactly forget a face that steals that much money from you...

Along with your saddle, your guns and pretty near everything else but your socks.

I betcha she would've got them, too, if they didn't need darning.

You said she was working with a fella.

Yeah. Jim Jahoda. Big Jim they used to call him.

Oh, it was a smooth operation... him, her and her little boy.

And me, the ranch hand with a wallet full of money...

and his first trip into the big city.

And thinking about it now after all these years makes me want...

Oh!

A wind of outrage, gentlemen,

and a blizzard hangs hard to its coattails.

Wherever Monsieur Carnahan is at this moment,

that is where he must spend the night.

Leaving us where? Oh, we can accommodate you.

Between stagecoaches, there are always plenty

of rooms at the Inn of the Weary Trapper.

What if the blizzard hits before morning?

Then we will have ample time to grow acquainted with one another.

Yeah, but we... Now, no use arguing about it.

Even if Carnahan gets here tonight, it'll be too late to start back.

Say, that was a mighty good stew.

My mother was known throughout the quarter for her cassoulet, monsieur.

Of course, this is a poor imitation of it.

Well, I... I guess you better find us a couple of beds.

Yes, sir.

Room, uh, 3.

Up the stairs, along the corridor, almost to the end.

It's already made up. I think you'll find it quite comfortable.

Thank you. Yes, uh...

Oh, by the way,

can you think of any reason why a bunch of trappers down the trail about an hour...

wouldn't have ever heard of this place?

Trappers, monsieur? What sort of trappers?

Oh, they were French, like you.

You're French, aren't you?

I am a Métis.

My grandfather was a descendant of Champlain,

my grandmother the daughter of an Algonquin Indian.

This blood... the blood in these veins...

is the true blood of la Nation Métis.

The true blood of the true children of northwest Canada.

Which of course is small consolation to a tired traveler...

when his soup is cold, his blanketing threadbare and his horse uncared for.

Oh, I-I beg your pardon, monsieur.

What was it you wanted to know?

It doesn't matter.

Did they enjoy their meals?

Yes. Yes, my darling. At least one of them did.

He discovered it to be, I believe, "a mighty good stew."

They also enjoyed... I'm afraid I must confess...

An idiotic outburst by their host.

What was that? Oh, an explosion of pride...

An old swelling that should long ago have been pricked.

Sometimes when you talk about "long ago,"

I understand the words but not what you're saying.

Even the words are not worth the saying anymore.

"Long ago" ended on the day you permitted me to say "I love you."

Oh, "permitted you."

You are the end of my heart's journey.

And now I must see to things outside.

Bonsoir, Louis.

Qui est-ce?

♪ La-la, la-la, la-la ♪

♪ La-la, la-la-la-la ♪♪

Non! C'est impossible! Ce n'est pas possible!

Ah! Louis!

My darling, imagine. Here are friends.

Friends I have not seen for... for how long? Who remembers?

We just finished saying the past is dead.

And upon the instant, out of it march four comrades to rebuke us for our impertinence.

My darling, permit me.

Jacques Bonchance.

- Jules St. Laurent. - Mademoiselle.

Michel Manitou.

And Halevy Beausejour Sainte Anne des Chennes,

a man with name enough for three and muscles enough for four.

Gentlemen, Miss Suzanne Mayo, my fiancée.

I'm very pleased to meet you all.

Mademoiselle. Enchanté, mademoiselle.

He asks if you speak French. And therefore, we shall speak in English.

And there is much to speak about, huh, Jacques?

Huh, my friends? Come. Come, all of you.

We will sit by the fire, we will drink wine,

and we will rekindle the past.

It has already been rekindled.

- That is why we are here. - What do you mean by that, Jacques?

It is the future, not the past, we have come to talk about, Louis.

Where can we do that?

Privately.

- In the storeroom outside? - Come along then.

Oh, he enjoys the melodrama, that one.

Do not worry, my darling.

We will be right back.

They want something from you.

Well, if it costs nothing, they shall have it.

So it's Mayo now.

Yes. That was my father's name. I took it back.

Please... When was that?

When I got out of prison.

We will talk in English, and he will not know what is being said.

So, since it now appears you have not come here to, uh,

exchange reminiscences, Jacques,

why have you come?

To bring you home with us.

Well, you know that is impossible.

An agreement was reached between the provisional

government and the people in Ottawa...

The independence of the Métis in return for my exile.

The agreement was reached, but it has not been upheld.

One by one, they have denied each thing they have granted.

The land that was ours, they say cannot be ours.

The woods we were to trap, they say we cannot trap.

The streams we were to fish, they say we cannot fish.

We write them letters of protest,

and the letters are unanswered.

We go ourselves to talk with them,

and they deny us admittance.

Louis, we are like the wounded bear of our own provinces...

Blinded with the pain of our own bleeding.

And with no one to guide us out of the path of our own destruction.

Except you, Louis.

Our signatures lie side by side,

and the writing above them is clear.

I would dissolve the provisional government of Red River...

and leave Canada forever.

They would guarantee our community and its people...

for as long as we wished...

to farm those lands and trap those forests.

Why have they broken their promises?

There are new people now, Louis,

and they say a promise to a murderer is not binding.

A murderer? They call me...

Who calls me a murderer?

What does it matter who?

It is their excuse to make happen what is happening.

And it is our excuse to once again take up arms...

for the war that could at this moment be starting while we are here talking.

You will be destroyed. Yes.

Without someone to lead us, assuredly we will be destroyed.

That is why we have come for you.

That is why you must come with us.

For when they learn that, tonight, Louis Boissevain has returned...

Tonight. Tonight?

You ask me to throw away everything... like that.

With a snap of the fingers. Tonight.

What is this "everything" you are so reluctant to throw away?

I see no "everything."

It is nothing you see. It is something you feel.

It is peace. Peace and love.

I am 42 years old, my friend.

Until now, I have never known peace nor felt love.

You have countrymen twice your age...

who have never known a wooden roof over their heads...

or felt a full stomach.

Will you be the first Métis in the hearts of your people...

and in the eyes of the world and in the pages of the history books?

Or will you be the last Métis on earth...

who only survived the bloody struggle...

because he was not there when the final battle was fought?

You must give me time to think.

The fuse is already alight.

You will be there for the explosion,

or the explosion will occur without you.

You will have my answer in the morning.

At which time, we will know how many more mornings we may hope to see.

Are you going to tell him about me?

You haven't told him?

No. Hmm.

Nothing at all?

No husband killed in a gunfight?

No little boy you had to raise all by yourself?

He doesn't know about Tommy.

Tommy? Oh, yeah.

His name was Tommy, wasn't it?

Yes.

He must be pretty big by now... Five or six at least.

Or is he always just a baby?

I mean, do you borrow some local kid for the act wherever you happen to be?

He's six and a half.

He'll be seven next April 26.

Ah, he's pretty grown up, isn't he?

What's he doing now... taking lessons in bushwhacking from Jim Jahoda?

Jim's dead.

And Tommy is in a foster home near Fargo.

Waiting for his mommy to show up with somebody else's wallet?

Oh, I don't blame you. I don't blame you.

That's mighty generous of you, lady.

But that wasn't my money you stole.

That was money my boss gave me to buy a herd of cattle in Durango.

And I was two years working it off. Two years!

- I'm sorry. - You're sorry.

You don't believe me. Should I?

- After all the lies you told me? - They weren't lies.

- They was. - No, they weren't.

My husband was killed in a gunfight. I was desperate.

I got that job in that saloon, I met Jim Jahoda,

and he suggested that we go into partnership... doing what we did to you.

Yeah.

You wait for a stranger to come into town,

and if he's got money...

Yes.

Oh, it was wrong,

but I didn't know what to do.

- You didn't know what to do. - No.

And then after the first time, it was just too late to back out.

I kept telling myself that as soon as I had enough, I'd take Tommy and I'd run.

I'd run so far that nobody could ever find us.

But then one day in Fargo, we got caught at it.

There was a shoot-out.

Jim got killed, and I was sent to prison for two years.

And Tommy...

They took him away from me... The courts, legally...

And they put him in a foster home.

I mustn't see him or write to him.

They say I'm not his mother anymore.

That was nearly four years ago.

I suppose he's forgotten me.

But I can't forget.

I only want one thing in this whole world... in my whole life.

I only think about one thing. I only dream about one thing.

Tommy.

I want my little boy back again.

If Tommy's in Fargo, what are you doing here?

Oh... Oh, they'd never give him back to me.

Not the way I've been, not the way I am.

- Unless... - Unless what?

Unless I could show them that I was different...

Honest, respectable,

- married to someone who was... - Oh.

That's where Louis comes in.

I love him. Sure.

Oh, yes, I do. I do.

I'd marry him even if I had Tommy with me.

Would he ask you if he knew?

I don't know.

He's jealous, possessive.

If he knew that there'd been someone else,

even that long ago,

I don't know what he'd say... or do.

That's why I'm afraid to tell him now.

What happens if you ask him later, after you're married?

I don't know.

I'll do anything... anything...

To have Tommy back again.

Are you going to tell him?

Good evening, monsieur. Is this the Inn of the Weary Trapper?

Yes, sir. Name's Sturdevant.

I'm expected. How do you do, sir?

Ah, he'll want a good feed and some liniment for his off hind leg.

Arnaud! If you please, sir.

Arnaud!

And I'll take a hot drink and a meal as soon as you can prepare it.

Very good, sir.

Louis. Monsieur Sturdevant.

- Carnahan? - Who are you, sir?

Who is this man?

Jacques.

Hey. What's going on?

Oh, so it turns out you know about this place after all.

Raise your hands. What's the meaning of all this?

Jacques!

Eh!

Louis. What is it? What's happening?

We will all discover that at the same time, my darling.

Jacques, who is this man? What has he done?

And why do you want him seized? To prevent your being seized.

- Kindly explain that. - With pleasure.

I told you new people sit in the government.

I did not tell you who those people are.

They are friends of the Scotsman.

The Scotsman?

They have put a price on your head,

and it is known there are agents of them seeking you at this very moment.

What is he saying? Shh. Be silent.

And this one, you suspect him of being...

I know only that the reward is high.

And the only requirement is to deliver Louis

Boissevain into their hands, alive or dead.

This one and his friend were riding like the wind,

wishing to know the location of this inn.

Jacques! Jacques!

Is this true, monsieur?

Are you and your companion, in fact, bounty hunters...

seeking to turn me over to the authorities for an amount of money?

I don't even know who you are. You do not?

No, but you know darn good and well who I am.

I know who you have said you are. And I know how to prove it.

How is that? Just ask.

Ask whom?

Carnahan. Ah. Monsieur Carnahan knows you.

He knows I work for Shiloh, and he knows he

was supposed to meet me here with some money.

That is what you have said, but, uh, he's not here to meet you.

That's on account of the storm. You said so yourself. Give him a chance to get here.

Yes, give his friend a chance to come back with reinforcements and seize us all.

Give him a chance to say his prayers.

That's the only chance he deserves.

What are you talking about? Be still.

Are you saying kill him?

For what reason? As an example.

Example?

After the Scotsman, you talk to me of examples?

No. There will be no more examples.

Not of that sort.

We will allow the morning to arrive,

and we will hope Monsieur Carnahan will arrive with it...

to attest to your bona fides. Thanks.

We are not so rich in mornings we can squander them like this.

Be still, Jacques.

There is no time!

There will be no more Scotsmen! Do you understand me, Jacques?

There will be no more Scotsmen, Jules.

Yes, Louis.

Yes, Louis.

Take him to the storeroom, you and Jules.

There is a cell with a padlock. Here's the key.

Jules, take him to the storeroom. I said you and Jules.

March. My coat.

If you succeed in capturing the other one, you will have him join his companion.

And you will do him no harm.

May you freeze to death by morning, along with your friend.

I am told you are looking for a Louis Boissevain, monsieur.

I am Louis Boissevain.

In what way can I assist you?

Uh, this young woman... Is my fiancée, monsieur.

Anything you wish to say to me may as well be said to her.

Mmm, if you say so.

My name, sir, is Sturdevant. I am from St. Louis, Missouri.

And I'm here tonight as a representative...

of three of the biggest fur traders in the United States of America...

who... understandably, as you'll see... wish to remain anonymous.

And what business, may I ask,

do the three biggest fur traders in the United States of America...

have with Louis Boissevain, a half-breed?

This business, sir.

In this satchel are 10,000 American dollars,

and they're being offered to you by these three men...

so that you can buy the arms, ammunitions and whatever supplies you may require...

in order to successfully carry out your revolution...

against the government of Canada.

Louis?

Who are you?

Shh.

Arnaud! Arnaud!

Shh.

$10,000, monsieur, is a large number of dollars.

Why are your three gentlemen so anxious to place it at my disposal?

And how was it known where to deliver it?

Well, there's no point in making mysteries out of molehills, sir.

Firstly, we learned of your whereabouts through one of your fellow half-breeds.

What fellow half-breed, monsieur?

This one.

Why not...

When $10,000 are offered to make a rebellion...

if someone suitable can be found to lead it?

Your, um, three biggest fur traders...

in the United States of America...

Why are they suddenly so concerned with the plight of la Nation Métis?

I can assure you, sir, there is nothing devious in that concern.

Well, the plight of the Métis began many years ago, monsieur,

when the government first acquired northwest

Canada from the Hudson's Bay Company.

This is not the schoolhouse. We did not come this long way for a history lesson.

The pelt will rot before you are finished picking the fleas out of it.

Why do you suspect us, Mr. Boissevain?

We offer you money to win back the freedom of your forest.

Now, what is there of... Of suspicion in that?

And after we've won back this freedom, monsieur...

If our efforts are successful... what then?

Then, presumably, you will live to enjoy the fruits of those successes.

And we will owe you a debt. Of gratitude, sir.

Of something more substantial than gratitude, huh?

Oh, no. The money is yours free and clear. It need not be repaid.

No, you are not responding to my question, monsieur.

What is it we will owe you when this rebellion is over?

Now, there has been no mention of your owing us anything.

Our sole interest is in securing free access to the forests of northwest Canada.

Free access... for whom?

For your people. And no one else?

I do not follow you, Mr. Boissevain.

How are your own forests, monsieur?

Explain yourself, sir.

Are they well supplied?

Do your three biggest fur traders in the United States of America...

prosper from their trade?

Or are your great forests as empty of game...

as your great plains are denuded of buffalo?

I have traveled 1,200 miles to make conversation with a fool.

No, monsieur. I rather think you came this distance...

hoping to make conversation with a fool.

Louis!

Are you refusing this gift?

It is not a gift, Jacques. Do you see what they are doing?

They are hiring the Métis to open the woods for their trappers.

Mr. Boissevain!

These proceedings are at an end.

I'm proceeding to St. Louis at once.

Louis, is it too much to ask you to think for a moment?

Monsieur. You cannot leave until morning.

Let the matter remain open, then, until morning.

If Mr. Boissevain wishes.

Louis, do as much for your own people...

as you are doing for that foreigner locked in the storeroom.

You are right, of course. Until morning then.

Morning?

It appears I must deliver a series of judgments then.

Well, well. Court shall convene at sunrise,

and you will find me present in my robes, my gavel...

and... if necessary... My black hat.

Jules.

And so at last, it is your turn, my darling.

And of course, your immediate question will be...

Who are you? No, no, no.

Who I am you already know.

Who I was...

I will tell you that, and gladly.

I was the general of an army,

the leader of a people,

the prime minister of a nation.

My people were the Métis.

Our country... The uncharted forests...

that lie between York Factory and British Columbia...

From Assiniboine in the south...

to the frozen waters of the polar circle in the north.

For almost 200 years,

we trapped those woods and fished those streams...

and lived in God's peace and in our own pride.

And then the surveyors came...

and the soldiers and the civil servants,

and we were told... Ever so politely...

That an arrangement had been made...

between the government and the Hudson's Bay Company...

and that now these streams and these woods belonged to Britain...

and it had not yet been decided what to do with us.

Louis Boissevain organized the first raggle-tailed resistance...

to those Englishmen in their high hats...

and those soldiers in their red coats.

Louis Boissevain at the head of a handful of trappers...

turned back a British brigade that marched into the settlement...

Drums flourishing, flags flying...

To teach the half-breed beggars some manners.

The half-breed beggars taught them a lot more than manners.

I'm sorry... No, no. Shh. My darling, I am telling you.

When those first tentative efforts proved successful...

and the enemy retreated in confusion,

then they came to me... The people, my people.

The trappers, their women, the fishermen, the traders,

the skinners, the flensers.

And they said to me, "Louis Boissevain, lead us."

And Louis Boissevain did. He led them.

He proclaimed the independence of his people...

and established the provisional government of la Nation Métis...

Of which nation he was unanimously proclaimed prime minister.

You talk about yourself as if you were someone else.

How perceptive you are.

For as one can easily see...

I am somebody else.

What happened to you?

What happened? The Scotsman happened.

In Ottawa, they laughed at us.

Government by half-breeds?

A prime minister whose grandmother was an Indian?

They refused to treat with us, refused to take us seriously.

So I ordered this Scotsman hanged.

Yes, yes.

That was precisely the reaction we wished from Ottawa,

and that was precisely the reaction we got.

What had he done?

He mocked me. He got drunk, and he mocked me.

- And you killed him? - As an example.

To show Ottawa we were not to be treated lightly.

We existed, and we demanded attention.

We received it.

From Winnipeg to Halifax, British Canada rose up and demanded my head.

They're still demanding it. So tremendous was the outcry,

the representatives of the governor general called upon me personally.

And so we, uh, negotiated and reached an agreement.

The Métis would retain their settlements...

and their trapping and fishing privileges.

I would leave the land of my birth forever.

Which I did.

- And came here. - Finally.

And now, at last,

we no longer have any secrets at all from each other.

And you must also know this... which was never a secret, but, uh...

Which now, more than ever, must be said and said clearly.

The days since I have known you,

they are the only days of my life where I have felt...

warmth and safety and closeness to another person.

I have loved my land, my nation, my people...

with the passion of a patriot.

I have loved my parents with the dutifulness of a son.

But never before this have I understood the love of a man for a woman.

I have been...

complete... while I have been with you.

I could never know that completeness again without you.

Why would you be without me?

Louis? Why have your friends come here tonight?

To take me back with them.

I've never been to Canada.

If I go, my darling, I must leave you behind.

For if I go, it will be to a war.

And I must go there alone.

And when the war is over?

It is a foolhardy thing, my most beloved,

in the morning of a battle,

to make promises for the afternoon.

Excusez-moi, Jacques.

Garçon.

Deux chevaux. Vite. Oui, Monsieur.

Jules.

Pour Monsieur Sturdevant. D'accord.

Boy! Get me my horse.

Horse! Horse!

Look, I need your help.

Uh, my horse.

Uh, my horse. Uh...

Mon cheval.

Mon cheval. My horse? Saddle my horse.

My saddle. My saddle. Saddle my horse.

Hurry. Hurry.

You have arrived, my friend.

Are you the gentleman who wrote that note?

Jacques Bonchance at your service.

Well, inasmuch as your leader has apparently rejected my offer,

just exactly how are you going to help me accomplish my objectives?

Very easily.

If I am permitted to accomplish my objectives,

the way will be cleared for you to accomplish yours.

Oh? And what would your objective be in that case?

It is to deliver Louis Boissevain...

into the hands of the Canadian authorities...

for trial and execution.

You represent the government of Canada, sir?

I represent Jacques Bonchance,

who has made a small, private arrangement with the government of Canada.

Do you mean all of you? Not all of us.

One of us.

This one... with no brains and less English...

Will kill if I snap my fingers.

The others... patriots who are prepared to die...

to preserve the purity of their mixed blood.

But if I can count on your cooperation,

the reward will be in my pocket,

and the forests of northwest Canada...

will be open to your trappers.

You have my promise of that.

Are you in a position to make such a promise, sir?

Let me describe this arrangement to you.

The moment the sainted Louis sets foot on Canadian soil, he will be seized.

We will all be seized.

We will be carried to Ottawa and flung into prison.

Louis will be tried, condemned and hanged.

Just before his execution, I shall escape...

Again by arrangement...

And permitted to return to my people,

carrying with me the last words of Louis Boissevain.

"Jacques Bonchance is your new leader."

Now do you doubt my capacity...

to make, to keep or to break promises?

Only you will escape.

Only I.

It's a lucky thing for you, sir, that your comrade here doesn't speak...

Where is he? Halevy!

I didn't come here to be a party to murder.

Do you prefer that one to get away with the knowledge...

of why you are here with $10,000?

I prefer to have nothing further to do with you or your schemes.

I declare these transactions at an end, now and forever.

I am proceeding to St. Louis at once.

And the $10,000?

That, sir, is of no further concern to you.

After what I told you, you would go back to St. Louis.

Jacques.

Good morning.

Is Carnahan here? No.

What about my friend? I don't know.

I brought you some breakfast.

Well, chip the ice off my teeth,

I might be able to eat something.

What's the price?

How much was in that wallet back in Durango?

Take it. Find your friend. Ride out of here.

Just... Just tell me we're even.

That's all I ask.

We're even.

Now listen, everything's gonna work out for you... you and Louis.

You'll get Tommy back. I'll bet on it.

Go on. Hurry. Hey. Hey.

Louis!

First, there is an escape.

Then from the storeroom runs this one.

Il avait un revolver. So.

It does not matter.

You are right.

What does matter is that morning has come... and with it, your decision.

You will hear it now. Where is Monsieur Sturdevant?

- He has gone. - Gone?

Ask your stable boy. He saddled up and rode off while it was still dark.

He has presumably withdrawn his offer...

and is returning to St. Louis with his money.

Then I am spared one decision.

But not the other.

No, not the other.

Which route is the safest?

The Lake of the Pines. We have canoes waiting.

Then we must act swiftly.

Trampas!

What happened?

Where's Louis? He's gone.

With the rest of the men? Yes.

How long ago? What-What is it?

What... Here. Help me get him inside.

What happened? Careful now.

Sit down right here. Let me get your coat.

Take it easy.

He left just after sunrise. It's nearly midday.

- They go by horseback? - No. Please tell me why you're asking.

Go on. Tell her.

One of them is a government agent.

Soon as they cross the Canadian border, they'll all be grabbed by the police.

No.

Now look, take it easy. There's still a chance to catch 'em if we work fast.

But they left so long ago.

Do you have any idea where they were planning to cross into Canada?

Lake of the Pines. They've got canoes there.

I can catch 'em easy by horseback.

You have to stick to the trails. They'll be going across country.

You don't even know where the Lake of the Pines is.

I know where it is.

That bounty hunter's got too much at stake to give up easy.

He's got one murder on his hands already...

and $10,000 in stolen money.

Anybody gets near enough to call him, he'll come out shooting.

He'll come out shooting a lot faster if you're alone.

- He wouldn't dare shoot me. - How do you figure that?

Because if he shot me, Louis would shoot him.

- Please. - Bundle up.

Now you just... You just take it easy.

Come on down, my friend!

Louis, ask him about Sturdevant, and where's the $10,000.

Cochon!

What does he mean by that?

What does it matter what a bounty hunter means?

Shoot him and be damned to what he means.

- He's the bounty hunter. - Jacques?

You are either a fool or a liar, monsieur.

Then find out for yourself.

Get in one of those canoes and paddle to the other side. They're waiting for you.

You'll be arrested as soon as you reach shore. And he arranged it.

Will you listen to these lies?

Jacques and I have been little children together.

Your friend sold you to Ottawa for the reward.

Even if those words were spoken by somebody I knew and trusted,

I would not believe them.

Even if they were spoken by me?

What are you doing here?

He's telling the truth. You've been sold out.

You've all been sold out by him.

I'm demanding an end to these insults.

Jacques.

Jacques.

Here he is! Louis Boissevain is here!

Take him!

We would lay our traps together.

There would be months when we would see no one else.

When I left Red River for the university,

it was the first day since we were boys...

that we would not say good morning to each other on the next day.

Louis, I swear to you...

On the graves of our brothers who fell in the rebellion,

I swear to you, we knew nothing of this.

I believe you, my friends.

The first blood has been drawn.

That means we cannot turn back until the last drops have been let.

And so, my darling,

as though the pain of saying farewell to each other...

were not sufficiently cruel,

we must do it twice in the same day.

You'll still go? Yes.

After this? Yes.

But at a point further along the coast.

If they are waiting for us here,

they will not be waiting somewhere else.

What more is there to say except,

may the good Lord who looks after us all...

Bring you safely back to me someday.

Have you ever, my darling,

waked in the morning from a beautiful dream...

and then tried to reach out, clutch,

draw back again those last fleeting, disappearing wisps...

to keep the dream for just a moment more?

But knowing... knowing all time that it was gone,

that it would never, never return.

Can't you ever dream the same dream again?

Oh, yes, but in the end, you must always wake up again.

It is better to live with memories than with dreams.

Far better.

My memories will be beautiful memories...

More beautiful than the most beautiful of dreams.

I wish yours could be the same.

Good-bye, my precious.

Louis!

There's something I've got to tell you.

What is that?

It's about me, about what I was before.

You said we had no more secrets from each other.

But that's not true, because I...

Eh! Louis!

Je viens, Jules. Say nothing more.

If you have ever thought anything or felt anything...

or been anything that you believe requires forgiveness,

then I forgive you, neither knowing nor caring what it is I forgive.

But only remember this.

Whatever you have done in your life,

you have made Louis Boissevain...

the happiest man that ever walked the earth.

And as long as there is a God in the sky,

he will smile upon you for this.

Good-bye, my dearest love.

May our dreams meet in the days and nights to come.

Sure sorry about the delay.

Looks like the storm skirted you.

Kept me holed up at Pinecreek all night and half the day.

Well, no harm done. You got the cattle, and we've got the money.

Only thing is, we'd like to manage a little celebratin'...

if we were at the ranch together.

We managed to keep busy.

I gotta get back now. Give my regards to your people.

I'll do that, Mr. Carnahan. Good luck to you.

So long.

Well, Arnaud's got the horses saddled.

We'd better get movin' before another storm blows in on us.

Yeah. I'll be with you in a minute.

You don't believe I really love him, do you?

I, uh...

I believe you love him very much.

Otherwise, you would've tried harder to keep him from going.

And I'll tell you something else I believe.

If it had worked out the way you wanted it to,

Tommy would have had a couple of fine parents.

Both of them.

Well. What are you going to do now?

I'm gonna close up the inn... and go back to Fargo.

Oh, I know they won't ever give him to me now.

They won't even let me see him.

But they can't stop me from living there.

They can't stop me from knowing I'm near him, can they?

No, they can't do that.

No.

Of course, he probably won't remember me.

I mean, if he happens to see me...

on his way to school or coming home, you know.

But if one day,

if I was to say, "Hello, little boy. What's your name?"

He might answer me. Don't you think he might?

I'm sure he will.

- Good-bye, Trampas. - Good-bye, Suzanne.

Good luck.

- So long, Miss Mayo. - Bye.

Inn of the Weary Trapper. Yeah.

It is better to live with memories than with dreams.

My memories will be beautiful memories...

More beautiful than the most beautiful of dreams.