All language subtitles for Alien Thunder (1974) ENGLISHripdf

- [Native man]: The Creator
gave Indians

this country as a home.

The Creator gave us plenty
to live on.

We loved this land,

and the buffalo,
and we will not part with it.

When we Indians kill meat,
we eat it all.

We don't chop down the trees,

We only use deadwood.

But the white people pulled
down all the timber.

We did not ask you white men
to come here.

You had your land,

but you have come to take ours.

When we ride, we see camps
of soldiers

and settlers ploughing
the fields.

Everywhere the white man
touches, the earth

becomes sore.

We do not want your
civilization.

We want to live
as our fathers did

and their fathers before them.

Everywhere the whites are
established,

they built villages
and railroads

for the trains, making
the buffalos disappear

and leaving us to die of hunger.

This land belonged to our
fathers,

but now we count for nothing.

No more than wind
on the buffalo grass.

[Speaking Cree]

[Horses whinnying]

[Speaks Cree]

[Cows moo]

[Cow squeals]

- You wake Eaton we'll have
to hear all about his hernia.

- The Inspector
wants to see you.

- What about?
I'll be right there.

- Ain't gonna be no berries
for puttin' up this fall.

Spring frost, you know?

Killed
all the flowers.

My wife...

six kids...

all hungry.

- How much, Napoleon?
- Five?

- Five?

[Sound of bill crinkling]
One.

- God bless you.

- Nope. Bless you.

If you don't get that back
to me next payday,

you best have froze your own
personal pink cherries,

so youse don't feel the toe
of my boot when you get it.

- That's all we need: Indians
slaughtering department
cows at will.

We've got to make
an example of him.

Stop it now.

You patrol, Sergeant Grant.
- Yes, sir.

- Sounding Sky encourages
the boy to ignore the law,

and spreads gossip

about me all the time.
- Yes, yes. I know.

They will have to learn
to herd according to rules.

- I understand, sir.

- The offence is serious.
Remember that. Dismissed.

- Put me on patrol
for one goddamned Indian

killed one goddamn cow

and this goddamn
new issue hat don't fit!

- It was the inspectors orders
to bring him back,

and that's what we're gonna do.
- Orders don't make coon
shit sense.

- Well, you're welcome
to your coon shit opinion,

but this
is my patrol.

We're gonna bring
him back.

- Jesus, you're stubborn.

If you was to drown,
they'd find your body upstream.

Bringin' in one Cree boy's about

as dangerous as pickin'
up a crocus.

[Conversation in Cree]

Here's your evidence.

Course they'd be eaten that
without their goddamn child.

- It was our cow I killed.

- That was a department
herd cow.

Slaughtering one
of them is a felony.

- You've gotta get proper
permission from Mr. Ballantyne.

You know that.

- Being hungry tells us better.

It's time to kill our cow.

- All that herd
is the Queen's cattle.

- The Queen forgot
to burn her brand,

crown and sceptre on that one.

- This is no time for mockery.

You will have to stand trial.

[Speaks Cree]
- A proper trial

that doesn't rot in a hole like
a dead gopher.

- You know the law,
Almighty Voice.

- You don't want
no trouble, you know that.
- You're under arrest.

- It'll make it easier
on us and them. You just take

your medicine like a man.
[Hand cuffs locking]

[Horse whinnies]

Go on, now.

Giddy up.

[Dogs barking]

- He coulda shot you, Dan!

- Nope, 'cause your dad
had the drop on him right
from the start.

Many Birds was here,
Almighty Voice was here,

Sounding Sky was up here,
and just around the tepee,

come Rolling Grass.

And your dad put his hand--
- Easy, easy. Easy, now.

Not so dramatic.
Will you have some of this?

- No, I'm savin' this.

- So? He killed
a cow, his own cow.

Because he didn't
have food.

- Indian Agency cow, love.

Department herd.

- Maybe they are hungry.

There is so little
to hunt, now.

- They'll have to learn
to herd, or they will starve.

- Such a cruel country.

- Once you get to know it,
prairie's gentle.

You ever look in the throat
of a Tiger Lily?

Prettiest prickles
I ever saw in my life.

Down the soft, yellow throat
of a Tiger Lily.

The sky, the prairie sky.

Once, I dumped 6 bags of blueing

in my ma's tub just
to see if I'd get that blue.

Blue of prairie sky.

- Did you get
in a lot of trouble?
- Yeah, I got that too. I did.

- I think before
you have ideas like this,

it's time
for bed, Eddie.

- Really?
- Oh, yes.
- You promised me

that you would tell me about--
- Edouard.

- Aww.
- Edouard.

Do what your
mother tells you, please.

- I'll tuck you in.

- Do you mind?
- No.

Up the wooden hill
to bedfordshire!

[Sound of Edouard
climbing the stairs]

I'll give you till I count ten.
1... 2... 3... 4...

5... 6... 7...
what comes after 7?

- Dan, I'm in bed!
- I'm half ways up!

So I says to him,
"Chief Weasle tails,

"You don't believe Dan Candy,
and you round up

"every buffalo for a hundred
miles around,

"round 'em up, and head 'em
straight for that cliff."

- Was there a lot of them?

- Thousands.

Thousands and thousands
and thousands!

More than you've ever
seen in your whole life!

Thicker than grasshoppers, tit-
swingin' cows with their calves

bellowing after them, knicker-
knockin' old bulls, roaring

so's you could hardly hear
yourself think.

And dust...

dust lifted
up out of there.

It made it like night
for 50 miles around.

- How could you see?

- Their eyes: red lights shinin'
through the dust.

Bloodshot eyes, lit 'er up!

And the smell...
the smell

smelled like the inside
of a blacksmith's shop.

With a million blacksmiths
shoeing a million horses,

'cause on account
of them runnin'

so fast, their hooves
were smokin', and they hit

the edge of that cliff, where
the fence squeezed 'em
together like that,

and they went tumblin'
over the edge,

and there came a hissin'
and a blowin'

and a hollerin'
come outta there,

and a big cloud
of steam come up.

- Steam?
- Red hot hooves, hittin'

the creek down there, god damn
it! That steam scalded

15 Indian braves and their
ponies to death!

Rest were caught
in a blizzard.

- Blizzard?
- Mud blizzard.

Steam rises. When it hit all
that dust up there, that turned

to mud, and mud's generally
heavier than your air,

so she's
gonna come down.

That's how come...

Chief Weasle Tail give me

this magic vest.

[Cree song]

- Well, he can hope.

- He's doin'
the jailhouse dance.

- Guess his chain's
too short.

- He probably
can't lie down to sleep.
- Ain't nobody loosed his chain?

Loose it! Where's my coat?
- I'll get it.

- Careful, he's
kinda jumpy out there.

- That your beer?
- Yeah.

[Sound of cell door closing]

- Hold the door, Marshal!

Almighty Voice! Queen passed
a new regulation.

Declared all cows and horses
her rightful subjects.

Any renegade Indian who goes
on shootin' one of them

don't get no proper trial,
just gets hung.

[Snickering]
We're gonna hang
you in the morning.

So you better get a good night's
rest. That's why we loosed
your chain.

I gotta hand it to you, pop.

It's a very good batch.

It's not too powerful,

maybe even smooth.

How come you ain't drinkin'?

You know somethin' about
this I oughta know?

- Glad you appreciate it.
Come on, now.
[Bear grumbles]

- Him n' me's gonna
haul ass outta here!

You go get your shut eye,

we're goin' to Sadie's
n' surprise the girls!

[Rooster crowing]

[Horse whinnying]

- Come on, Morris!
Move outta that stall, now!

Come on! Move!
[Sound of harness clanking]

- Hey, what's all the commotion?

- That Indian escaped, Sergeant!
- Oh, for the love of each.

What'd he go and do that for?
Stupid goddamn Indian.

Where's Malcolm?
- Couldn't find you.
Went after him with a scout.

- Well, where'd be go?
- The reserve, I guess.

- Stupid goddamn Indian.

Mount up, for Christ sakes.

Jesus Christ, Malcolm.

[Horse whinnying]

Gotta go bloody
chasin' after him.

- Sergeant Grant found out about
Candy takin' off them chains.

He was madder than hell.
- Yeah, that Candy.

He's always gettin'
away with shit like this.

- He's been so drunk,
son of a bitch probably unlocked

the door himself.
- Yeah.

[Hawk screaming]

- Whoa!

[Hawk screaming]

You red son of a bitch!

I'm gonna get you!

I'm gonna get you!

[Sobbing]
I'm gonna get you!

I'm gonna get you!

Hear me?

You red son of a bitch!

I'm gonna get you!

[Bells ringing]

- He came out to this wild
prairie from a Christian
home in the east.

And he gave his life here.

- Almighty Voice,
come on now, lad.

You must come with me.

The law is clear.

It's better for you if you come
without trouble.

- He gave it bravely,

and unselfishly,
in the execution of his duty,

for the high purpose

of justice,

the very foundation stones
of civilization.

- Don't make it more difficult
for yourself.

Put down that gun.

- And then, Martha
said unto Jesus,

Lord,

that thou hast been here,

my brother had not died.
Insomuch as it pleases our Lord

in his great mercy
to take unto himself

the soul of our dear brother
Malcolm here departed,

we commit his body
to the ground,

in sure and certain hope
of the resurrection

to eternal life,
through our lord, Jesus Christ.

[Gun shot]

[Gun shots]

[Trumpeting reverie]

[Bell ringing]

[Trumpeting reverie]

- You tell Almighty Voice
I'm gonna bring him in.

I'm gonna see him dance
at the end of a rope.

- You'll have to catch him.
- I'll catch him.

I'll be at his funeral.

- Maybe not.

- You red bastard.

Comin' like some
coyote after guts.

He don't need your pity.

If there's anything
I can do...

around the house,

Eddie, all you have
to do is holler.

- Hello.

- I guess you'll
be leavin' soon?
- What?

- Away from here.

You and Eddie?

- No. Excuse me.

[Conversation inside]

- How come he killed my father?

- I don't know, Eddie.

Maybe he was scared,
I don't know.

- Was my dad hurting him?

- Your dad never
hurt no one.

Your dad
was a laughin' man.

How old are you now, Eddie?
You're nine, are you?

- Ten in November.

- We came out
to the prairies when I was ten.

In '68.

Middle of summer.

Gosh, she was hot.

She... steamin' hot.

Tarpaper roof
on the outhouse.

All bubbled up.

Wispy sorta smoke
comin' off her.

So sticky,

dumb fool old crow got
himself stuck up in it,

Hawin' and cawin'...

and inside of 10 minutes,
a whole flock of crows

circling around
it the way they do when...

when one's in trouble.

Before you knew it, the whole
roof was stuck up with crows!

You know?

Poor wings flappin'
something fearful.

The outhouse
sorta lifting up,

settlin'.

My ma come out
and yelled, "Get the axe!"

I got it and cut the outhouse
loose from the uprights,

and away she went,
up over the barn,

heading south.

I look back, and I look
back to where she'd been,

and...

there was my dad!

He was sitting there.

He was laughing to beat
the band, his trousers
down around his ankles!

That's how I remember him.

I remember
him laughin, you know,

and your dad--
[Sobs]

Your dad--
[Sobs]

[Crying]
Oh, boy.

You have to let
me go after him, sir.

- I don't have
to do anything.

A good man is dead.

I would gladly
see you in front

of a firing squad.

But I want that Indian
in my jail even more.

Constable.

Dismissed.

I should be recommending
dishonourable discharge,

not just demotion.

[Speaking Cree]

[Speaking Cree]

- Bellringer, you comb through
this reserve

like you was looking for lice.
- Yes, sir.

- You've had lice, haven't you?
- Yes, sir.

- That's how I want you to look.

They warned
me you wouldn't be able

to track a bleeding elephant
through a fresh fall of snow.

I'm warning you.
I'm counting on you.

- Sorry, sir.

[Woman speaking Cree]

[Children laughing]

[Dog yelping]

- Goddamn cur.
[Women laughing]

He's here, isn't he?

I know he is.

He wouldn't
leave without her.

Did you tell
him he's going to get hung?

I hope you did.

[Chatter]

[Tapping for attention]
- Tommy has the floor.

- I'd still like to know
about he town sprinkler,

and when we can depend
on the honey wagon.

- Here, here!
- Why don't we get rid of that?

- This is a protest meeting.

- This is a meeting of concerned
citizens, Ezra.

Nobody's mad at anything.

- Ralph, you call it whatever
you wanna call it.

- I wanna hear
what the man has to say.
- You'll be heard.

- Well, I see the Inspector's
come to our meeting.

Would you like
to come up front, Inspector?

Make no mistake
about it,

a situation like this
can get out of control.

- [Crowd]: Here, here!

- What I want to say is that I,
personally, don't like the idea

of sending
a man like Dan Candy

to arrest
that Almighty Voice.

- All right, Mr. Crumby.

With all due respect
to you and Mr. Mayor,

I think I'd better speak
to this meeting before
you go any further.

- Or answer
some questions!

- Like how come Candy
ain't in jail?

- This is a
Mounted Police matter.
- Damn right it is.

- But we are the law
in the Northwest Territories.

And it is for us to apprehend
Almighty Voice.

- What the hell are you?
A damn pyromaniac?

- The fire.

- Why don't you shoot
your gun off a few times?

Wave your arms and holler?

- Sorry, sir.

- Oh, don't
make no never mind.

They probably know anyhow.

- Sir, the family refusing
to cooperate and all,

why don't we go
and arrest them all?

- Bellringer, you could
hang 'em upside down

over an open fire,

and they'd roast alive before
they'd tell you a goddamn thing.

- Yes, sir.

- You'll all wait.

I'll see you in an hour.

[Woman speaking Cree outside]

[Woman speaking Cree]

- Nothing.

- Well, keep looking.

He's around. It's up to her.

[Woman singing outside]

- You may use that chair.

May be a long wait.

[Owl calling]

[Ducks squawking]

[Tapping: wood on wood]

[Mimicked owl call]

[Mimicked loon call]

[Mimicked wolf howling]

[Mimicked duck call]

[Dog yelping]

[Loud owl call]

- Where's the girl?
- She's right here.

[Old man laughing]

[Man laughs loudly]

- Get out.

Where you come
from, Bellringer?

- I was born
in Goderich, Ontario, sir.

- Being from down East,
you would know about...

horse beetles.
- What? Sir?

- They come out on the prairie
at night when she goes off.

Nocturnal horse beetles.

Even if you keep your eyes
peeled for 'em, they get
right by you,

eat under the frog
of a horse's foot.

Can eat right through
an entire horse over night,

while you're sittin' there.

The man we're after...

is a Cree.

Crees have got
that horse beetle talent.

Don't take it personal,

Harold, isn't it?
- Yes, sir.

- Sir, if you
ordered out patrols

to hit at Lacorn,
Nut Lake, One Arrow,

well, that could move
'em down into Batosh.

I'll be waitin' for him there.

Let's hurry.

- Sit down, the both of you.

- Sir, there's
no food out there.

I can't see him running around
shooting his gun off

every time he gets hungry
if there's patrols out.

- We can't waste
special patrols.

Keep them racing away from one
reserve to the other,

just because you think it might
flush him out into the open.

- Regular patrols, then.

- Every outpost has been
notified with full description.

- I think he's probably gone
from here anyway, now, sir.
- He's not.

- I'm almost
convinced of it.

No rational man would
take such foolish risk.

- He was right there,
15 feet away.

We almost had him.

- Report
to the barracks.

- Sir, permission
to go back out.

- Get some rest first.

- All right, fine.
- I don't have
the men to spare for this.

They're all out,
and I need Bellringer here.

- I'll go alone.

Eddie! Hey, let me see
that beauty.

Look at your knife.

Nice.

Good weight to it.

- It was my dad's.
Could I have it back now?

- Yeah.

Keep oil on it, now.

- Naw.

- Will you look
at this snow, eh?

When it's early like this,
it's gonna be a cold winter.

Like the winter of '88.

You know when
snow gets so deep,

in the pockets you get a kind
of blue shadow?

Well, that weren't why the snow
was blue in '88.

In '88, the snow
was blue with the cold.

I seen a coyote froze stiff

in mid-air,
in the running position.

And 15 feet up ahead of him,

the jackrabbit
he was chasin' after.

In mid-air, too, hind legs
drawed up underneath him,

all ready for the next jump.

Come spring thaw,
saved that jackrabbit's life.

- Why?

- Well, your jackrabbit's
smaller than your coyote.

Thawed out first, gave
him a head start.

Coyote didn't thaw
out 'till the next day.

- Did you catch him?

- Not yet.
- He's gonna get away, isn't he?

- No, he's not. He wants
to think that, but he ain't.

I swear, Eddie.

I swear.

Your ma all right?
Got everything she needs?

I try and drop by...

and see her.

Is it all right if I drop
by and see her?

- I don't care
what you do.

[Humming]

[Inaudible]

- [Names hut in Cree]

Squaw's pregnant.

Another week,
and she'll be froze solid.

Well we'd get snowed in 'till
July, right, Constable?

This ferry can't take
much more of this.

[Speaking Cree]

[Children laughing]

- See you later!

[Boot steps]

- Dan?

Mrs. Grant, she uh...

She asked me
to give you this.

She uh...

Well, she was kinda
hopin' you'd drop by.

You know, I think she's got
a lot of pluck, you know?

Maybe you could go over
for just a little while.

Anyway, she said I should
say Merry Christmas.

- Malcolm's shaving box.

- Merry Christmas, Dan.

I mean, from me.

Merry Christmas.

- Yeah. Merry Christmas.

[Singing]

[Drumming and singing stops]

[Drumming and singing
starts again]

- Where's he at?

Where?

He's gone?

Tell me!

He's gone?

I'm gonna make you talk.

- You've become a hunter

with nothing to hunt.

- Is he still here?

Tell me, damn it!

You gotta tell me!

[Gun shot]

[Gun shot]

[Gun shot]

[Dan laughing hysterically]

[Gun shot]

[Dan laughing]

- Arsen Toutoushish,

Leonard Toutoushish,

Darlene Toutoushish.

Running Cow, Isaac.

Running Cow, Mary.

Running Cow,
Charles and Martha.

Sounding Sky.

- Pumpkin pie, Lemon Meringue,

Apple,
Saskatoon Berry...

[Fiddle music]

[Speaking Cree]

- How much is it?

- 50 cents.
- 50 cents.

- Five dollars,
bowler hat included! Move on.

- Go on, get out of the way.

Get out of the way.

- Whose bright idea is this?

- I'm going to overlook the way
you just came into my office,

Constable.
But it is the last time.

What are your
objections to this?

- This kind of thing brings
in every bit of scum
in North America.

- Have you brought in some red
scum with you, Constable?

- No, sir.

But white scum is just
what we don't need here.

This is my hunt!

- This hunt
does not belong

to any man
in this force.

You just won't
accept that, will you?

Constable, $500 shows
the community at large

that we do care.

- That reward turns it right
into a community coyote hunt.

And he's a hell of a lot more
than a coyote

trying to save his hide.

Sir,

there's only one way.

I'm going out,

and I'm gonna stay out

'till I bring him in.

No matter how long it takes.

He's still in the district.
He ain't leavin'

his home grounds
on nobody's account.

He's gonna live
here as long as he can,

and if he has to,
he's gonna die here.

I want him to smell me.

I want him to see me.

I want him to know
that I'm there for good.

I'm leaving
the barracks, sir.

- You really moving out?

- That's right.

- I'll take care of the rest
of those things.

- I never thanked
you for this.

I couldn't find the words.

[Kitten meows]

I rightly shouldn't have it.
- Why?

- Keep it for when Eddie, when
Eddie's... he should have
it, not me.

He's got me tied up.
Tied up blind in a sack.

- You have hunted him too long.

- I'm gonna get him.

I'm gonna get him any way I can.

I'm gonna bring him in,

and I'm gonna see him hung.
- Dan.

I hope you never kill him.

- Oh, don't say that, Emily.

- I know you.
It's not Dan Mackenzie.

It's your demon talking.

Ever since Malcolm died, it has
been taking power over you.

- My Windego.
- What?

- Windego. Windego.

Windego is superstition,
ain't real.

Almost like ghosts or wizards

or people who hang
their hearts in trees.

- Don't let
him eat your heart.

Please, don't.

- I'm just doing
what I gotta do.

And I'll be back.

[Singing]

Thought you'd
never be waking up.

- Why?
- Don't bother with me, none.

Come in to say hello,
nothin' more than that.

You and Mrs. Sounding Sky
sleeping so sound,

I didn't want
to disturb you none.

Baby come yet?

[Woman speaking Cree]

[Train whistle]

- We saw him back there,
about 15 miles.

The Indian.

- Open throttle, head back.

- I can't.
This is the CPR railroad.

- Hendrikson, I said head back.
- We have a schedule.
- Back!

- You can't
take over this train.

The only thing
that stops this railroad

is a hotbox wreck
or an act of God.

- Wilfred Hendrickson,
you just took on board

a one-man act of God.
Now you open that throttle!

- All right.

[Train whistle]

- For Christ sakes, Wilfred!
Shut it up!

[Speaking Cree]

- Well, Napoleon Royale!

Goddamn!

How's your wife?

God damn.

I'm right
pleased to see you.

- No Red Coat anymore?

- Nope. Don't go with
the way I'm living.

- I heard they hunt those
deserters pretty hard.

- Well, rest your worries,
Napoleon.

I ain't no deserter.

Not yet.

- That's good.

- How much you want?

- It will really
make me sad

if they started
to hunt you, too, now.

[Dan laughs]

- Make your pocket sad.
How much?

- Maybe... 2?

- Maybe...

We'd better figure out

how you are ever
gonna pay me back.

- Uh... I'll work for you.
Just have to ask.

- Okay.

Since I come
to Duck Lake post,

I have loaned you, and you
have not paid back to me,

22 dollars.

At Constable's pay,

assuming you ain't
been promoted,

At Constable's pay,
that will be--

not counting Sundays
and holidays,

roughly speaking,
15 days' work.

Well, that's my account.

You're gonna
have to settle it.

Well?
- You have
explained it very well.

- One. One dollar.
Take it.

- What is it?

- It's my map.
Duck Lake, Batosh...

One Arrow.
It's where I've been.

Where we're going.

- Looks like we've been all
in the same place all the time.

- Yeah.

[Speaking Cree]

[Laboured breathing]

[Speaking Cree]

[Women speaking Cree]

[Laboured breathing]

[Speaking Cree]

[Speaking Cree, baby crying]

[Crow calling]

- Good.

Good. Where'd I put the string?

Where's the rope?

Where's that goddamn string?

Ah... gun.

[Coughs]

[Water sloshing]

[Gun shots]

[Gun shot]

[Gun shots]
Go on, Liquorice!

Go! Go! Go! Go!

[Laughing]

[Speaking Cree]

- My horse is tired.

- Uh huh.

- I am tired, too.

- Oh, yeah?

You still owe
me 6 days, you know.

- Today we didn't start
anywhere, we didn't
get anywhere.

- Well that means
we ain't losin' any ground.

- My horse is confused.

It thought it set out
for Duck Lake this morning.

It thinks I've been riding
too long without resting.

- Get a smarter horse.

- We ain't gonna get
anywhere like this.

We don't got nothing
to show for this hard riding.

- Oh for the love of each,
Napoleon. You know they've been
comin' after us past two days!

- Bullshit.

- Shut up!

Those bastards.

I got 'em now!
Those bastards, I got 'em--Ow!

Sharp, ain't they?

Sharp.

Mulberry thorns!

Thorns through their hands!

In their feet!
Through their throats!

Trapping them. Trapping them,
just like they trapped Malcolm!

[Wolf calling, speaking Cree]

Mulberry thorns! All around!
Trap 'em!

- You're crazy.
Let's get out of here!

- We got 'em. We got 'em!
I know it!

They oughta come in here.
They're gonna come
in here to kill us.

They won't do it from out there.
I know 'em.

They won't do it.

They wanna do
it right up close. By surprise.

They're gonna get Dan candy's
surprise. That's what
they're gonna get!

Look!

Look!

- Just three white-tailed deers,
looking for a place to sleep.

- Shut up. Come on.

[Sound of gun being loaded]

- What are you doing?

- Firewood. Firewood!

- More fire?

- Show them bouncin' deer
of yours we're settin'
down for the night.

- You're crazy!

- Haul some wood.

Good! Keep
it goin' good!

Napoleon?

Gimme a hand here.

Napoleon?

Napoleon?

Listen to me.

[Dan yelling]

[Gun shots]

Go, for Christ sakes! Go!

Git up! Git on!
Get going!

Go!

Go!

Somebody's shot down there. Get
back, you bastards! Get back!

Go!
- It's Dan!
- Get back!

- And spread out carefully!
- Back! Back!

- Prepare to move in!
- Back! Back! Back!

Get outta here!

- Well done, Constable.

Well done.
- Jesus Christ!
- We're all proud of you.

- I've got him shot down there!
Get back, you bastards!
Get back!

- Duncan! Higginby!
- Get outta here.
What are you doin' here?

- Bellringer! I want you spaced
around that bluff. Come on!

- Get him out of here!
I'm bringin' him in!
I'm bringin him in!

I'm finishin' him! I'm bringin'
him in! You bastards!

What do bring them for?
- Constable! I said it's over!

You've done a good job.
We're all relieved it's over.

- I'm bringin' him in.
- It's in our hands, now.

- I'm bringin' him in.
Get 'em outta here!

- Constable!
Control yourself,

or I will have
you returned to the barracks.

Go with Tommy and Osholm.

- [Constable]: Do you swear to
uphold the laws of our land...

- Move in quick!
He must not escape!

Attention! Fire!

[Gun shots]

[Gun fire]

[Gun shot, scream]

- Wait for him to come
to us, Goddamn it!

Take him alive!
- Nobody said nothin'
about taking him alive!

- You have to arrest
him, goddamn it!

[Sound of wagon approaching]
Get down, there! Get down!

- Hey, you! Hurry up!

Get them some help.

- Murderer somebody's been
killed! They've all gone crazy.

Get them outta here.
Let me do it myself.

- Please
control yourself.

- Jesus Christ!

Cover me!

[Gun shot]

Bellringer...

You all right?

You look like an elephant
stepped on you. Come on.

[Train whistle]

- Come on! We gotta hurry!
- Wait!

- On with it,
Sergeant Major.

And all 10 horses
ready for march.

- Sir.

- Prince Albert detachment's
on its way, sir.

- All right. Excellent. All you
civilians out of this area.

Forward march.

[Band music]

- [Dan]: There's hundreds of
'em. They've got you surrounded.

Come out of the forest
and you'll be safe.

Almighty Voice, I'll get
you a fair trial, I promise you!

Northeast end.
I'll be waitin' for you.

[Trumpet call]

[Trumpet call]

- Whole thing's sloppy.

From beginning
to end. Two dead!

- Three, sir.

- Sit, gentlemen.

Got the men, horses,
and sheer numbers.

- Mounted, sir?

- Of course!
But in two troops.

Higher end of the grove.

Catch them in the cross-charge.

Confused, overwhelmed!

- Gentlemen, thank you!

[Drum roll]

[Trumpet call]

- Advance for first run!

[Hooting and gun fire]

- Re-form. Charge again.
Don't worry about me.

Charge! Keep attacking.

[Trumpet call]

[Gun fire]

- Get the stretchers!
Four men! Cover!

[Trumpet call]

- Take the spring around here.

Easy. Easy.

All right. Set it up.

[Singing]

[Speaking Cree]

- What are
the plans now, sir?

- What are the plans? Use
the 7 and 9 pounders, of course!

No choice.

Almost sorry, eh, Brisebois?

[Laughs]

See them set into position.

- There is no choice.
Count the dead and the wounded.

Just count them.
The decision is made.

- What about Sounding Sky?
- What about him, Constable?

- Let me talk to him.

- You can't!
- Well there's a chance.

Look. There's 47 Mounted
policemen down there.

And special Constables
all sworn in proper.

And half the people
in Duck Lake district.

Turning it
into a goddamn circus.

Your boys don't have
a hope in there.

Sounding Sky, do it.

He's gonna
use them cannon.

They're gonna be killed,
Sounding Sky!

They're gonna die!

- Something us people
can do good still.

- Get them outta there!

- So that you can hang him?

- Bastard.

You goddamn red bastard!
You bastard!

You want it to happen,
you bastard!

[Singing]

[War cry]

[War cry]

[War cry]

- Excellent.
Commence firing!

[Cannon fire]

- Fire!

Fire!

[Cannon fire]

[Gun shot]