All language subtitles for The Virginian - 07x05 - The Wind of Outrage

[ Speaking French ]

[ Wind Blowing ]

Storm on the way.Yeah.

[ Whistles ]

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.

[ Shouts In French ]

- Howdy.
- You ride very fast.

Trying to beat out
the storm.

[ Speaking French ]

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?

[ All Speak French ]

[ French ]
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.

[ French ]

So long.

[ All Speaking
French ]

How's your French?Like yours.

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

Yeah.

[ Blusters ]

- 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.

[ Laughing ]

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

Arnaud!

[ French ]

Gentlemen, please.

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

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

[ Virginian ]
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.

[ Trampas ]
Even if Carnahan
gets here tonight,

we'll be stuck
unless this storm--

[ Door Slams ]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.

[ Wind Blowing ]

[ Man Speaking French ]

[ Murmurs ]

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.

[ Scoffs ]
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!
[ Exhales ]

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.

[ Chuckles ]
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.

[ Footsteps Ascending Stairs ]

[ Footsteps Continue ]

[ Mouthing Word ]

[ Door Closes ]

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."

[ Chuckles ]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.

[ Door Opens ]

[ Speaking French ]

[ Blows ]

[ Man ]
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!

[ Exclaims ]

Ah! Louis!
[ Exclaiming ]

[ All Chattering In French,
Laughing, Shouting ]

[ Chattering, Laughing
Continue ]

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.

[ French ] [ Louis Speaks French ]

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.

[ Speaking French ]

Oh, he enjoys
the melodrama,
that one.

Do not worry,
my darling.

We will be right back. [ Door Closes ]

They want something
from you.

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

[ Door Closes ]

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.

[ Wind Blowing ]

[ Speaking French ]

[ Speaking French ]

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

[ Speaking French ]

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.

[ Scoffs ]
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.

- [ Slaps Thigh ]
- 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?

[ Sighs ]
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.

[ Inhales ]

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.

[ Exhales ]
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 waskilled
in a gunfight.
I wasdesperate.

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--
- [ Slaps Hands ]

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. [ Murmurs ]

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?

[ Door Opens ]

Who is this man?

Jacques.
[ French ][ Shouts ]

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![ French ]

[ French ]

[ Sharp Whistle ]

Eh![ Shrieks ]

[ Footsteps On Stairs ]

[ Shouting In French ] [ Pounding On Door ]

[ Pounding Continues ]

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.

[ Door Opens ]

[ French ]

Jacques! Jacques!
[ French ]

[ French ]

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.

And you will do him
no harm.

[ Door Opens ] [ Wind Blows ]

[ Door Slams ]

[ Speaking French ]

[ Whinnies ]

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

[ French ]

[ French ]

[ French ]

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?

[ Wind Blowing ]

[ French ]

Shh.

[ Jules ]
Arnaud! Arnaud!

[ French ]

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...

hopingto make conversation
with a fool.

[ Jacques ]
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.

[ Laughs ]

Well, well. Court
shall convene at sunrise,

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

and-- if necessary--
my black hat.

[ Man Snoring ]

[ Snoring Continues ]

[ Snoring ]

[ Michel ]
Jules.
[ French ]

[ Wind Blowing ]

[ French ]

[ French Continues ]

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.
[ Laughs ]

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

[ Laughing ]

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--
[ Laughs ]

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.

[ Gasps ] 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.

[ Chuckles ]

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.

[ Wind Blowing ]

[ Snoring ] [ Door Latch Rattles ]

[ Door Opens, Closes ]

[ Murmurs ]
Excusez-moi, Jacques.

Garçon.

Deux chevaux.
Vite. Oui, Monsieur.

Jules.

Pour Monsieur Sturdevant. D'accord.

[ Imitates Birdcall ]

[ Door Opens, Closes ]

Boy! Get me my horse.

Horse! Horse!

[ No Audible Dialogue ]

[ Imitating Birdcall ]

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.

[ French ]
Hurry. Hurry.

[ Wolf Howls In Distance ]

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
myobjectives,

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!

[ Gunshot ]

[ Whinnies ]

[ Gunshot ]

[ Gunshot ]

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.

[ Knife Plunges ][ Groans ]

[ Body Thuds ]

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

[ Exhales ]
Jacques.

[ Wind Blowing ]

[ Footsteps ]

[ Padlock Clattering ]

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.

[ Sighs ]
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.

[ Horses Approaching ]

[ Gunshot ]

[ Gunshot ]

[ Gunshot ]

[ Gunshot ]

[ Shouts In French ]

[ French ]

[ French ]

[ French ]

Louis!

First, there is an escape.

Then from the storeroom
runs this one.

[ Speaking French ]

[ Continues In French ]

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.

[ Virginian ]
Trampas!

[ Horse Approaching ]

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.

[ Trampas ]
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.

[ Gasps ]
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.

[ Speaking French ]

[ Speaking French ]

[ French ]

[ Horse Whinnies ]

Come on down,
my friend!

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

- Cochon!
- [ Gunshot ]

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.

[ Shouts ]

[ Struggling ]

Jacques.

Jacques.

Here he is!
Louis Boissevain is here!

Take him!

[ Gunshot ]

[ Louis ]
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.

[ French ]

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.

[ Sighs ]
What more is there
to say except,

may the good Lord
who looks after us all--

Bring you safely
back to me someday.

[ Sighs ]
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--

[ Jules ]
Eh! Louis!
[ French ]

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.

[ Chuckles ]
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.

[ Door Opens, Closes ]

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.

[ Kiss ]Good luck.

- So long, Miss Mayo.
- Bye.

Inn of the Weary
Trapper.Yeah.

[ Louis's Voice ]
It is better to live
with memories than with dreams.

My memories will be
beautiful memories--

more beautiful than
the most beautiful of dreams.