Original subtitles

- [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]