All language subtitles for Grey.Owl.1999.WEB-DL.x264-RARBG

Come in.

Excuse me, sir.
You won't know me.

Cyrus Finney,
North Bay Nugget.

Um, that's a newspaper.

Three minutes, Mr. Grey Owl.

This won't take a moment.

I'm trying to trace a fellow
by the name of Archie Belaney.

Mm-hmm.

Do you know him?

Yes, I know him.

-What took you so long?
-I had to be sure.

What do you want to know?

Whatever you want
to tell me.

Not much to tell.

He was just a kid with a dream
of livin' in the wilderness.

And no one suspected,

even when you were working
as a guide?

-See anything?
-Sh-sh-sh-sh.

Aw, geez...

Did I get him?

I got him. Didn't I, Archie?

Well, Mr. Champlin,

he sure is dead.

You're real good
at what you do, Archie.

You know what?
So am I.

I'm sure you are,
Mr. Champlin.

I own a paper mill
and a printing business...

and a couple
of book-publishing firms.

I am a rich man, Archie.

-Wouldn't you like to be rich?
-Why would I want to be rich?

What you do is,
you write a book:

An Indian's Life
in the Forest.

Same as your magazine pieces, only
longer. That would make you famous.

Hmm.

Being famous doesn't
interest me, Mr. Champlin.

You know how hungry
people are out there...

for your world?

The authentic voice
from the wilderness.

-Congratulations, Harry. Tres bien.
-I haven't seen you in a while.

Couldn't make it last year...
too busy.

Here's to my first bear.

-You want bear, you want Archie.
-Salud, mon ami.

Here's a little something
to remember me by.

Here you are.
Archie Grey Owl.

Your guide wrote this?

"The still hunt is an art
perfected by the Indian,

"who has learned from childhood
to move like a shadow,

"his actions smooth as oil,
his senses set to a hair trigger;

for the forest is argus-eyed."

This is an Indian,
writing in a magazine?

You want to know something?

I'm not here just to hunt bear.

This fellow could be
a gold mine.

Good evening, ladies and gentlemen.
Something for the dancers?

Thank you very much, sir. Good evening.
Something for the dancers?

-Thank you, sir.
-Oh, I never pay till I see the goods.

How do I know if this war dance
of yours is authentic?

The more you pay,
the more authentic it gets.

-Terrific! Well done, boys.
-Thank you, ladies and gentlemen.

We call that
"The Dance of the Dead Men."

When the dance is done
and the drums fall silent,

we hurl ourselves
upon the hated white man...

and we kill.

But that costs extra.

Ladies and gentlemen,
mesdames et messieurs,

I hope you've enjoyed
our little show.

May I welcome you to dinner?

I read what you wrote
in that magazine.

You can write.
I'm impressed.

You can read.
I'm impressed.

You booked today?

You want to go huntin'?

No. I want to learn
about my people.

-Who's your people?
-Mohawk... Iroquois Confederacy.

First Mohawk I seen
dressed like that.

Then you've never been in
downtown Val d'Or on a Saturday night.

Two bucks for the day.

Maybe something at the end
to show your appreciation.

Oh, I can't pay you.

So why should I take you?

-Men always do what I want.
-Sure.

Men jump in the lake
for just one of your smiles, right?

Right.

Be back in an hour.

Jump in the lake and
I'll give you 50 cents... right now!

You got it, Pony!

Hmm.

-The world of your ancestors.
-My ancestors wouldn't have done that.

But that's not
where we're going, is it?

No. Up ahead.

Bear Island... Ojibwa village.
See how our people live.

-Your village?
-Could say that.

Chief kind of adopted me
a long time ago.

Can I meet him?

He'll think you're my woman,
and I brought you for him to inspect.

Then we can inspect each other.

He's up here.
I'll lead the way.

This what you wanted?

It's not what I expected.

It's a hard life they have here.

Shh. Hey.

Hey!

You young devil!
Where've you been for so long?

Oh, earning a living.
Good to see you.

Oh, Ned.

My young brother.

Hello, Ned.
Some dancing.

-Who is this you bring to see me?
-Mmm...

My name is Gertrude Bernard.

Chief Pete Misabi.

-I'm honored, Father.
-Lovely. Very lovely.

She's your wife?

No, no, no.
Just a friend.

When the time is right,
you tell him...

he bring you to me,
and I make the wedding.

Uh, Pete,
no one's marrying anybody.

-He's kinda old, you think?
-Well, he does look kind of old.

Well, with the life he leads,
what do you expect?

He's a great hunter, great trapper.
He'll provide well for you.

You think he's the kind of man
a girl can rely on?

That I cannot say.
He's a wanderer, you know.

That's why I gave him his name:
Wa-Sha-Quon-Asin... Grey Owl...

he who walks by night.

-Can you manage?
-Yeah, sure.

Are you really called
Gertrude?

You think I'd make up
a name like that?

So what do they call you?
Gertie?

Do I look like a Gertie?

I wouldn't know.

I'm called Pony,
my father's pet name for me.

-Don't ask me why.
-Hmm. I won't.

How about a good-bye kiss,
to show my appreciation?

Sure.

-That was it?
-Takes two to kiss.

Hmm?

See you around,
Archie Grey Owl.

Ned, come on.
Get a move on.

There's a wind comin' up.
I want to get back before dark.

I can only stay here
five minutes.

Hey, you!
Don't I know you?

-Do me a favor. Where am I?
-You're in Elk River.

What the hell am I doin'
in Elk River?

-It's as far as the railroad goes.
-Oh, end of the line, eh?

-Yup, end of the line.
-Hurry it up, you guys!

-Friend of yours?
-Never seen him before in my life.

Are you the fella
they call Archie Grey Owl?

That's me.

I'm Jim Bernard,
Pony's father.

What can I do for you?

Well, sir,

Pony's been offered a job
in Montreal.

She's supposed to start
next week.

-Sounds good.
-But she says she's not going.

Got this Indian bug.

-Wants to live like her ancestors.
-Hmm.

It's all moonshine.

Can't turn back the clock.
That life's over.

-Nobody lives in the forest anymore.
-I do.

How the hell
do you survive up there?

Oh, I don't need that much.

The forest looks after me.

Brave talk.

-Got my daughter all fired up.
-She wouldn't last a week.

Then why is she planning
on goin' up north with you?

Oh, I never said that.

What Pony wants, Pony gets.

Of course, you could always strike camp
and go before she knew it.

Then you'd be gone.

Yeah.

Yeah.

Archie!

She told me you said I could bring her.

Are you out of your bloody mind?
What am I gonna do with her out here?

-Hell, I thought you'd want her here.
-Don't think!

Just take her back with you
in the morning. Get her outta here.

-Sure, Archie, if that's what you want.
-That's what I want.

-You're goin' back with Ned.
-No.

I didn't invite you here. I don't
want you here. I'm telling you to go.

-I'm telling you I won't.
-I don't have time to nursemaid you.

-Fine. Don't.
-Then you'll die.

-So I die.
-I mean it!

You don't know
what life's like here.

It's hard, and it's dangerous.
Tell her, Ned.

Sure is hard and dangerous.

-This is no life for a woman.
-I'm not going.

So either you tie me up
and have Ned carry me back,

or I stay right here.

What are you doing?

Making a torch.

What for?

Huntin'.

-Can I come?
-No.

If you don't like it,
you don't have to watch.

I'm okay.

My people were hunters once.

-Do you have a Mohawk name?
-Yes.

I'm named after
my great-grandmother, Anahareo.

How come you're called Archie?

I'm a half-breed.

How else do you think I got these
blue eyes? My mother was Scottish.

I didn't know that.

You have a problem with that?

-No. No problem.
-That's all right then.

-You want some?
-Huh?

Yeah, okay.

You ever been married, Archie?

Twice.

-What happened?
-Oh, nothing.

We spent some time together...

and moved on.

Why get married if you know
you're going to leave?

Why get married if you know
you're gonna stay?

That's the old way...

marry when the time comes
to part,

like a warrior going to war,

a hunter leaving
on a long journey.

Just put it down there.
Thank you.

That way you keep
a piece of each other forever.

I love it when you tell me
about the old ways.

How do you know
I'm not just making it up?

I know when you're faking it.

Oh?

Like when?

When you grunt at me like you
don't want me around,

and I know you do.

This used to be a beaver dam.

Some stinking white men,
call themselves trappers,

been using dynamite
in my territory.

No Indians would do this.

We don't take the kittens.

We don't destroy the lodges.

Soon there'll be no beaver left.

-How much further?
-A good way yet.

I'm getting cold.

We'll go across the lake.
It'll get us back before dark.

Snow's coming.
Spread your weight, slide.

-Don't get too near now, okay?
-Okay.

Whatever you do, don't stop.
May be some soft spots.

You're going too fast.

I can't keep up.

Will you wait?

Archie!

I can't go on!
I have to rest!

Archie!

-Don't move!
-Archie!

Don't move!
You'll make the hole bigger!

Don't move! Don't move!

Help me!

-Don't move. Stay still.
-Help me.

Look at me.
Look at me, Pony.

Don't struggle.
Don't struggle!

Stay right here.
Stay with me, Pony.

Grab this belt. Grab this belt.

Pony, hold on.
Don't move.

Grab it! Come on.

-Pony. Pony.
-I can't.

I can't feel my legs.

I can't feel my legs.

Come on. That's it. You're free.

Come on. You're gonna be...

-Help me! Come on!
-Come on.

Shh. Shh.

Hold this. Come on.

Come on! Stay with me!

-I can't. I can't get up!
-Get up. Get up, Pony!

-Get up! Get up.
-I can't!

Pony, get up.
Come on, Pony, please.

Come on.

Walk!

Don't stop or you're gonna lock up!
Come on, run!

Run! Get up!

Get up! Get up!

Get up! Get up!

Get up.
Run. Run. Run!

Pony, keep moving.
Keep moving, Pony.

-Get up! Get up! Get up, Pony!
-I can't!

You're gonna freeze. Keep moving.

I'm so sorry.
Pony, don't die on me.

Don't...

Pony.

Pony, I'm such a fool.

There we go, Pony.

There we go.

Stay warm.

Stay warm.

Nenemoosha.
Nenemoosha.

-Archie?
-Right here.

I guess I'm not
as tough as I thought.

You did fine.

You're still alive.

You were stroking me.

Trying to get you warm.

I liked that.

I like that too.

I swore I wouldn't.

Why not?

I don't know.

You're afraid
I'll fall in love with you.

Don't worry.
I can look after myself.

I guess I've always been alone.

But it's okay,
me being here now.

-Isn't it?
-Yes.

Better than okay.

If we can make
each other happy, Archie,

let's do it.

It's not as if
it's so easy to find.

Yeah.

What was that word
you called me?

Some Indian word.

Nenemoosha.

What's that?

It's just a word.

I like it.

What's that?

What?

That.

It's called a dream-catcher.

What's it for?

You hang 'em up for babies,

newly-married couples.

Bad dreams get caught
in the web,

good dreams go through.

-Do Mohawks have dream-catchers?
-Sure.

And all I have is a Mohawk name.

I need more.

Best of all, beaver.

So few left,
they fetch good money.

But the season's over.
You said.

What's here won't even
pay off my loan.

We have to live too, you know?

There's no guarantee
anyone will buy my book.

Why won't you let me
read what you're writing?

It's not done yet.

Am I in it?

Why would you be in it?

If I was writing a book,
you'd be in it.

Yes.

You're in it.

Laid a trap here this morning.

Bit of luck,
got us another beaver pelt.

The one up in the dam there.

That's it. This side.

See what we've got here.

-Ah, bitch!
-What is it?

-Trap and chain broke free.
-The beaver got away?

No, it'll be down there
with the trap.

Ten bucks shot to hell.
Aw, damn!

Come on. Come on.

Ahmik.
Beaver kittens.

Where is their mother?

She's down there in your trap,
isn't she?

She's drowned, isn't she?

Most likely.

-How are they going to live without her?
-They're not.

They aren't weaned.
They'll slowly starve to death.

Archie, no.

Don't look.

Never... Never do that again!

You'll get yourself shot.

Shh.

Don't worry.

Nobody's going to hurt you.

Come on. Come on.

Come on, baby.

Come on.

They don't want it.

Why would they?

You're not their mother.

Can't you even look at them?

What for?

I'm a trapper.

Remember?

I'm not trying
to get at you, Archie.

You said it yourself...
soon there'll be no beaver left.

We can't just leave them to die.

Everything dies.

Flies get eaten by fish, fish get eaten
by otters, otters get eaten by wolves.

I've seen a bear kill a wolf...
rip out its guts to eat.

I've seen men kill bears,

and I've seen a man
three weeks dead covered in flies.

Kill a deer for meat...
I understand that.

Kill beaver to make yourself a coat
so you don't freeze to death...

I understand that.

But killing as a trade,
to make money?

You're better than that, Archie.

Forest Indians have
always been trappers.

-Did they always trap animals for trade?
-Sure.

Archie, that's not true,
and you know it.

The old Indian way was
you killed only what you needed.

It was the white traders
who taught us to kill for money.

We never even had money
before the white man came.

You're a woman.
You're town-raised.

You wouldn't understand.

Whatever you say, Archie.

Go back to sleep.

I don't believe this.

He likes you, Archie.

Well, I don't like him.

-Then put him back on the floor.
-Mmm.

I don't think he knows
you don't like him.

You better make it clearer.

Get lost, fuzzy face.

That's telling him.

Archie. Archie!

-Yeah?
-I can't find one of the micks.

-He'll be around somewhere.
-It isn't.

I've got one,
but where is the other?

Mick, mick.

Mick, mick.
Mick!

Come on.

Mick. Mick.

-Mick, mick. Mick.
-Pony.

-How far could it have got?
-Oh, quite a way.

-Can't you track it or something?
-In snow, maybe.

Now it could be anywhere.

Might it get as far
as the trapline?

No. No way.

Oh, God.

No!

No.

I'm sorry.
Oh, dear Jesus, I'm so sorry.

Archie, I found him.
He came back.

-They're playing in the cabin.
-You found him?

What happened?

You thought it was...

Oh, yes.

Oh, Archie.

I've quit.

I know.

No more trapping.

I love you, Archie.

You all set?
Sure you got everything?

I'm sure.

All right.

You said they hang them up for babies
and newly-married couples?

That's right.

What happens when you aren't
a baby anymore or a new-married?

I guess you handle
your own dreams.

Hear you got a girl.

News travels.

-Good winter?
-You tell me, Gus.

So where'd you find these?
Out Abitibi way?

Hey, squaw man,
I'm talkin' to ya.

-You have a problem?
-Yeah, I have a problem.

Some thievin' redskin's been
trappin' our territory.

-Now, where'd you find these pelts?
-Seventy-two.

Hey, squaw man,
don't turn your back on me.

Hey, boy, step out.

You've been raiding
our traplines?

No Indian does that to m...

You boys better leave.

Be seein' you around.

Ignorant savage
shake in shoes.

So, uh, Archie,

by my tally,
you tally up 290.

You owe me another 20.

Do me a favor, Gus.

Make it $20 and the postage
for my book, okay?

Sure.

They're the bastards
that've been poaching my traplines,

wipin' out the beaver.

Poison, dynamite...
it's all the same to them.

You take care of yourself
up there, okay?

-That's it. Step right up, please.
-Pony.

Pony.

Thank you very much.
You'll have to hurry now.

-You didn't get enough for the pelts?
-Couldn't even clear the debt.

A whole winter's work.

-Still 20 bucks down. Sorry.
-There's a pile in there to the right.

Stack it right inside there.

-I don't know what we do now.
-There ya go.

Come along now.
Step up, please.

You like to move up now.

I do.

-Feathers?
-Why not?

Most Indians are like my dad...
ashamed of what they are.

Put a feather in their hair, you're
saying, "I'm Indian and proud of it."

I know that what brings
you good people to Wabikon Lodge...

is not only the fine cuisine.

Or the friendly service.

The man who's going
to speak to you...

is an Ojibwa Indian who's lived
all his life in these forests.

I can't do this.

-He's paying cash. Think of the money.
-Ladies and gentlemen.

Mesdames et messieurs.

He's also the guide
who wrote those terrific articles...

in Forest and Outdoors.

Pretty good, aren't they?

Just talk the way you write.

So, ladies and gentlemen, mesdames
et messieurs, I give you Grey Owl.

Thank you.

I've not done too much
speakin' in public before.

To tell the truth, I feel like
the snake that swallowed the icicle.

Oh, look!

Hello, you two.
You come to help me out?

These little fellas
live with us.

We call them the micks.

The Ojibwa name for beaver is ahmik,
"little talking brother."

And they do talk too.

Can you say "hi" to everyone?

Beavers are family-minded,
you know.

A beaver pair will stay together
for life, just like us... some of us.

We're not planning on
holding on to these kittens too long.

As soon as they've grown,
we'll let them go back into the wild,

have some babies of their own.

The fact is...

I used to trap beaver.

But a few weeks ago I quit.
Never thought I would.

Now I know it's wrong.
They're almost extinct.

Too many trappers,
not enough beaver.

When the beaver have gone
from the north...

Maybe you don't know, but these little
fellas make the north the way it is.

They build their dams,
make their ponds...

where the moose feed,
the muskrats, the waterfowl.

Come the spring, they open up
their dams, let the meltwater run...

and you've got an irrigation system
a thousand miles wide.

Take away the beaver,
and you break the chain.

So I'm speakin' up
for the beaver now.

If we don't watch out,

there'll just be
another extinct species.

I guess I feel it
more than most because...

well, people like me are pretty much
an extinct species too.

I can guess you can
get along without me,

but these little fellas... the world
would be a poorer place without them.

What do you have to say?

Never ask me to do that again.

You were great, Archie.
You really got to them.

How 'bout a curtain call?

Thank you.

It's wild country,
way north of the Saskatchewan River.

We build you a cabin
just the way you want it,

and the National Parks Department
pays you a monthly salary.

-National park?
-Yeah.

All 3,000 square miles of it.

Why would I want to go there?

You want to save the beaver?

You could do just that.

Establish a colony...
no danger, trapping's forbidden.

Jim wants the same as you, Archie...

to save the beaver
before it's too late.

We need to get
the public on our side.

We need politicians to vote
funds for the parks.

And you could
really help us, Archie.

And you'd be free to write.

What's the problem?

It's made for you.

You know why I love
the forest?

I love the forest because it's
the last place men aren't in charge.

The last wilderness.

Why would I want to be
a park keeper?

Excuse me.

My name is Finney,
Cyrus Finney.

I was very taken by what Grey Owl
had to say this afternoon.

You obviously know him quite well.
Would you mind if I join you?

Did you know
he played piano?

I've heard him play.
Gimme that.

Where'd he learn that?
I mean, what else can he do?

Why doesn't he
tell me anything?

I've known Archie since I was four,
when my father adopted him.

I'd do anything for him,

but I'll never understand him,
even after all those years.

Watch out.

So he'll never
tell me anything.

Maybe not, but I'll tell you
two things:

Archie's past belongs
to him and only him,

and you... well, you've lasted longer
than any others.

Night, Dave.
See ya in the mornin'.

Take it easy, Charlie.

Come on, hurry up.

Hey, Archie!
It's me, Sim Hancock.

-Hey, Archie, it's that drunk again.
-Hey, wait a minute!

-Hey, it's me!
-What's happened to this place?

-Never used to be full of bums.
-I know it's you, ya bastard!

-Remember me, Archie?
-Where's Pony?

I'll see ya, Charlie!

You may have gone native,
but I know you!

-I know it's you!
-Go find Pony. Find her now, Ned.

It's time to get out of this place.
Tell her we're leaving.

Lake Ajawaan.

Set the canoe down
by the dock, will ya?

Well, how does it look?

Okay. Who built the cabin?

Parks Department.

But it's the real thing... every detail
copied from a trapper's cabin.

The real thing, eh?

Just don't try to get me
into one of those uniforms.

It's got everything.

Good for the micks.

No hunters, no trappers.

It's your new home now.
Come on.

Come on.
Come on.

Archie. Archie!

The micks are swimming
with me, Archie.

They're swimming with me!

Come on in!

Come on.

Come on.

There he is.

Archie Grey Owl!

-This is an honor, sir!
-Oh, I have to get a picture of this.

But I can't if you're standing
so far apart.

-Oh, please...
-Hawkins is all the way from England.

Bet you didn't know
you had fans in England.

I've read your articles in Country Life,
all of them.

-Country Life?
-It's a magazine.

You have many admirers
where I come from, sir.

Here we go.
Everybody look at the camera.

Move in, Michael.

Here we go. Perfect.

Okay. I know.
I don't like it either.

I can't stay here.

They didn't do any harm.

I should head north,

find some real wilderness again.

-I have to go.
-You keep saying "I."

"I can't stay. I have to go."

You saw them.

Strolling in here
as if they owned the place.

If you don't want attention,
why write a book?

If you want to be yourself,
why dye your hair?

You know?

Of course I know.

You walk back in the cabin
with your hair like that,

how can I not know?

All right.

So I'm a fake.

Oh, Archie.

I don't care
if you're going grey.

I don't care if you dye your hair
red, white and blue.

I love you because of
what you are...

and because you're proud
of what you are.

Don't you know that by now?

Oh, hell. Now what?

Archie!

-You remember me?
-Sure do, Mr. Champlin.

This is Walter Perry.
He's my promotions manager.

How do you do?

That's Jim there.
Of course you know him and Joe Oliver.

-Hi there, Archie.
-And, uh, this.

This is for you.

Oh, my gosh.

You must be Anahareo.

How do you know that?

You're in Archie's book.
You're the heroine.

This is really somethin'.
I can't believe I'm here.

It's as if I walked
into the pages of your book.

We sent out
50 advance copies.

The reactions are terrific, right off
the map, most of all in England.

No one ever read a book
by a real Red Indian before.

It just amazes people.

-It's like the, uh...
-Like a wild animal talking?

Yes, exactly!

No, no, no, no.

It's not... I- It's...

-It's... I don't mean to say...
-Forget it.

It's great for us, Archie,
for the parks.

Archie's is the first voice anybody's
ever heard coming out of the wilderness.

Not just a voice, eh, Bill?

You bet.

Look like you're
talking to each other.

Say anything.
We can't hear you.

It's a beautiful book, Archie.
I love it.

I just put down what was
happening to me, that's all.

You called me your wife.

Well, you know how it is.
I don't want to go offending people.

Pony? Pony?
Look at me.

Smile and wave like you're saying,
"Hi there, folks."

Get lost, folks.

I really don't need much.

Something to feed the fellows
writing the profiles.

-What profiles?
-Oh, just the usual stuff.

I hear there's a writer out of North Bay
working up a big piece on you.

"Workin' up"?
How?

Talking to people who know you.
Going to places you've been.

Let's do this.

Okay. You're Ojibwa.
We know that.

-And you're 40...
-Forty-one.

So where were you born?

I was born in Mexico.

Hermosillo.

What about your parents?

My father was a Scotsman,
scout in the Indian wars.

My mother was an Apache,
Jacarilla band.

Apache? Wait.
So you're not Ojibwa.

No. I lived with
the Bear Island Ojibwa for 13 years.

Everything I know
I learned from them.

Hmm.

-So your father...
-Parents are both dead.

-Leave it at that, shall we?
-Sure.

Your book is gonna be
very big in England, Archie.

We want to lay on a major
promotional tour. We want you there.

-England?
-You'll appear in full Indian rig.

You'll speak.
We'll show Bill's film.

They'll be crazy for you.

No.

You don't mean that.

You're an author
with something to say.

You want people to hear it,
don't you?

Canada is part
of the British Empire.

London is where the power is.

-We'll look after you.
-No!

Forget it.

What's the problem?

You want me...

You want me to stand up there and
be stared at like some circus freak?

Why would I want to do that?

Why did you write the book?

To make a difference.

So now maybe you have to
put feathers in your hair.

Remember?

You want me to go?

No, Archie.

But everybody has a moment,

and right now
there isn't anyone else.

Okay, I'll go.

-You told them your father was Scottish.
-So?

You told me before
it was your mother who was Scottish.

No. My father.

At Abitibi, last winter.

When you were cutting up the deer.
I remember it so clearly.

-So what are you saying? I'm lying?
-No, but...

-I should know who my real father was.
-Yes, of course!

What does a guy have to do
to be left alone around here?

-You want to be alone?
-It's not you.

It's just how I am.

Yeah, I know.

You're a loner.
You have to live in the wilderness.

I hear it every day. Great.
So what am I doing here?

It's up to you.

-That's up to me?
-You do what you want.

-If you want to go, go!
-Jesus, Archie. Do I have to do it all?

All the loving
and all the leaving?

I guess I thought
I could change you.

Stupid.

I wanted to believe two people
can get to know each other...

and not have to be alone.

That's it.

Your turn.

What am I supposed to say?

If you don't know, then you're
not supposed to say a thing, Archie.

Not a damn thing.

I don't think
I'm good for you, Pony.

-Maybe you're better off without me.
-Oh, great!

-You're thinking of me?
-Yes.

Do me a favor.

Don't tell me about me.
Tell me about you.

How long is this English tour?

Three months.

A long time.

Maybe I should use that time
to think about us.

Maybe.

There's just one thing
I'd like to do before you go.

May the Great Spirit bless you.

May the Great Spirit
protect and guide you always.

Let your marriage
be filled with love,

happiness, peace and harmony.

May you respect
and cherish each other...

now and always.

It is done.

Eat?

Eat.

My father says "Eat!"

Marry when the time comes to part.

That way we keep a piece
of each other forever.

Will I see you again?

I don't know, Archie.

Like I said,
three months is a long time.

Who knows?

I'll look after the micks,
of course.

Jim will help me.

I'll be looking out for you.

You do that.

There he is!

-Mr. Grey Owl!
-This is the famous Grey Owl!

-Over here!
-Can you say something...

How does it feel to be in England,
Mr. Grey Owl?

Wet.

Fifty venues booked so far.

Everyone wants to see you.

"The New Hiawatha."
How about that?

Have you heard any more
about these profiles?

-What profiles?
-Someone working up a story on me.

Well, hell, Archie.
Everyone's doing that now.

They've never read anything like this.
You really are a star.

All we need to do now is
work on what you're going to say.

I know what I'm going to say.

I've been looking forward
to this for weeks.

## [Piano: Beethoven's
"Moonlight Sonata"]

I am Wa-Sha-Quon-Asin, Grey Owl.

He who flies by night.

I come to bring you...

a single green leaf.

It comes from a faraway place.

I don't know.

Do you hear that?

It's called silence.

Sometimes I wake up
from this dream...

at night...

this nightmare
that there's no more silence.

All the land's full of roads.

All the roads are full of motorcars,
and everyone's sitting there...

in all this noise and stink.

I call out to them.

"Hey," I say. "Where is it
you're all in such a hurry to get to?"

"Away," they say.

"We wanna get far away."

Now look at this.

This is where I come from.

The land of Keewaydin,
the north wind.

They call it...

the far wilderness.

There's nothing there,

only green leaves,

clear streams,

sweet air...

and silence.

Used to make my living
trapping beaver.

I don't do that anymore.

I guess I learned shame.

And I learned it from this lady
you're looking at now.

Her name's Anahareo.

If it wasn't for her,

I wouldn't be here now.

Hey, nenemoosha.

Here's one reason why I love
the beavers. Just watch this fellow.

Clumsy, comical, right?

But you just wait.

There.
There, in he goes.

There, in he goes
into the water.

Look at him now.

There's nothing clumsy about that.

Beavers were made for water.

Every creature
has its rightful place.

And in its rightful place...

it becomes beautiful.

Hello, Archie.

Aunt Carrie.

Hello, Archie.

Aunt Ada.

Won't you come in?

We liked your book.
Didn't we, Carrie?

-Oh, yes!
-Some very nice turns of phrase.

-Yes.
-Did you know?

Yes, of course. Your picture.

So like your grandfather.

Will you have some tea?

-Oh, thank you.
-Carrie?

You left three weeks
after your 17th birthday.

I'll bet you were glad
to see the back of me.

-You do, don't you?
-Yes.

We were happy to have you. You were
a Belaney. Weren't we, Carrie?

-Oh, yes.
-Carrie?

Thank you.

After you were gone,
it was very quiet.

I suppose the years you were here
were the happiest years of our lives.

Oh, yes.

I didn't know.

No.

One sees these things
so much more clearly after a while.

We kept your room for you.

Ada said, "Leave it the way it is
in case he needs to come home."

Good heavens, Carrie.
That was years ago.

You've kept my room?

Well, it's not as if one
had any other use for it.

May I see it?

Yes. Of course.

We did throw away the dead snakes,
I'm afraid.

## [Piano:
"Moonlight Sonata"]

Why did my father go away?

George was like that.
He was always going away.

What happened to him?

He died in America.

He loved you, Archie.
He called you "little hat."

-And my mother?
-You mustn't blame her, dear.

-She was very young.
-And she had no money... no money at all.

-She never came to see me.
-But she did!

She used to watch you play.

But we all agreed it was best
that you stayed with us.

She watched me play?

We did what we thought
was best, Archie.

But if we were wrong,
I hope you can forgive us.

Of course.

Of course.

Little hat.

I must go.

The car is waiting.

We hear you're to see the king.

We're so proud of you.
Aren't we, Carrie?

Oh, yes! And you do
look so handsome...

in your Red Indian costume.

-I never meant it to go this far.
-I know, dear.

Things have a way
of just happening.

-Will you tell people?
-Oh, no.

We wouldn't want anyone
to misunderstand.

And there's your wilderness.

Is it really true
that we might lose it forever?

Yes. It's true.

Then you must tell everyone.

You mustn't mind,
but I promised myself,

for all the years you gave me.

Thank you.

A crusading redskin from Canada
by the name of Grey Owl...

has taken this country by storm.

To crown his triumphant British
lecture tour of 50 towns and cities...

he gave a command performance
at Buckingham Palace...

for Their Majesties and the two
princesses, Elizabeth and Margaret Rose.

The best-selling author
opposes the march of progress,

which he says will destroy
his native lakes and forests.

And now, as he sails homeward,

we bid farewell to this outspoken
"Pilgrim of the Wild."

Will you write another book,
Mr. Grey Owl?

Mr. Grey Owl, what...
what did you say to the king?

I asked him to stop
cutting down our trees.

What'd the king say to you, sir?

He's been gone a long time. Give his
friends a chance to welcome him home.

Are you and your wife
still together, sir?

Thought you'd never come home.

-Oh, I'm not home yet.
-We've got big plans for you, brother.

-We're so damn proud of you!
-Thanks, Mr. Champlin.

-Pony not here?
-She's, uh...

We've booked the biggest hall
in Canada for your welcome back,

and I tell you we could
fill it three times over.

Now, our first stop is
the big Indian powwow.

-You'll get one hell of a reception.
-Uh, Mr. Champlin, sir?

Excuse me, Mr. Grey Owl.
Your papers are in order, sir.

Thank you.

I wasn't sure you'd be here.

I missed you.

Me too.

Every day.

The big tribal get-together is in its
final days. I promised you'd show up.

-Why?
-All the chiefs!

The biggest gathering in years.

-What's that got to do with me?
-Archie, you may not realize this,

but right now you are the most
famous Red Indian in the world.

These are your people.
You have to be there.

Come on, Harry. Let's go.

You're sure?
I mean, sure sure.

Sure, I'm sure. We come over
on the boat from Liverpool together.

Aye, it must be 20 years or more.

His name is Archie Belaney,

and if he's a Red Indian,
I'm the king of China.

Aye, sure.

I never dreamt
there'd be so many.

Where are they all from?

Mostly from the plains...
Cree and Sioux.

I don't wanna do this, Ned.

There's nothing to it.

See that big teepee?

It's the council of chiefs.

Go in there, pay your respects,

tell you're a hell of a fella.

-It's all over.
-You know I can't do that.

-Archie, they're expecting you.
-I never said I'd go. No one asked me.

Okay, okay, only, see,
you're not just Archie anymore.

It's like you speak for all of us.

Ned, give me a few moments
with Pony, alone. Do you mind?

Oh, sure. Be back
in a couple of minutes.

-Okay if we walk?
-Sure.

Pony, listen. I don't know
how much time I have left.

This is the worst place
I could choose to tell you this,

but I have to say it.

-You know why I can't go in there?
-Why?

Because I am a fake.

Did you know?

What kind of fake?

Every kind.

Okay.

I'm not Apache.

I'm not Ojibwa.

I'm English.

English?

Born in Hastings, in England.

Look, I'm sorry, I just...

made it all up.

But why?

I used to play this game.

Went off into the woods by myself.

I knew all the names of the tribes...
everything.

It was a game.
Just a kid's game.

I wanted to live like an Indian.

I came to Canada.
The Ojibwa on Bear Island took me in.

I'm sorry.

I know I should have
told you before.

I almost did several times.

I guess I just
didn't want to lose you.

You loved me because I was an Indian,
and I wanted you to love me.

You wanted me to love you?

I know it's
not worth much now, but...

I do love you.

You never said that before.

Never.

I didn't feel
like I had the right.

Oh, Archie, I don't care.

You don't care?

I fell in love with you because
you lived a different kind of life.

Everything you did was real,

even the trapping.

And you know how I hated that.

It seemed to me that every step you took
was simple and necessary...

and true.

Now you tell me
you weren't born to that life.

You chose it.

I love you even more for that.

Oh, nenemoosha.

What does that word mean?

A story from Hiawatha.

It means "my sweetheart."

My darling.

My love.

Nenemoosha.

Archie?

Sorry to bust in, but, uh,
the chiefs are waitin' to see you.

Tell them...

Tell them he's on his way.

My brother said, "It is an honor
to meet the man called Grey Owl,

who has brought much respect
for our people."

I'm honored to be here.

My brother says,

"Men become what they dream.

-You have dreamed well."
-Mmm.

Soon we will dance.
We would like for you to dance with us.

Hey.

Come in.

Excuse me, sir.
You won't know me.

Cyrus Finney,
North Bay Nugget.

That's a newspaper.

Three minutes, Mr. Grey Owl.

This won't take a moment.

I'm trying to trace a fellow
by the name of Archie Belaney.

Mm-hmm.

Do you know him?

Yes, I know him.

What took you so long?

I had to be sure.

Mmm.

What do you wanna know?

Whatever you wanna tell me.

Not much to tell.

He was just a kid with a dream
of livin' in the wilderness.

And that's a fine dream.

And no one suspected,

even when you were
working as a guide?

If you think what I've done is wrong,
Mr. Finney,

-you must write that in your...
-North Bay Nugget.

North Bay Nugget.

But before you do,

perhaps you'll listen
to what I have to say tonight.

Never had an audience this big before.

Makes me ask myself,

"What's the big attraction?"

Is it this?

Real eagle feathers.

Beautiful, isn't it?

Or this?

Ojibwa beadwork...

from Bear Islands,
Lake Temagami.

Or this...

a gift from the chief
of the Sioux peoples.

Or this.

I guess that's
about as far as I can go.

Is it me?

I don't think so.

I'm not entitled
to wear this war bonnet.

I'm not a hero or a prophet.

Like most of us, I've done
what I've had to do to get by.

The only thing that gives me the courage
to stand before you tonight...

is the knowledge, the certainty,

that what I'm saying
is crucial to our survival.

We're not the lords
of this earth.

We're its children.

We lie in the lap of Creation,

in the strong arms of a spirit
greater than our own.

You know I'm gonna say,
"Protect the beaver."

You know I'm gonna say,
"Stop cutting down the forests."

You know I'm gonna say, "The money you
get isn't worth the price you pay!"

But here's some more.

If we can say
that there are some things...

that are not for sale,

that there are some things
that belong to all of us...

and to future generations,

then maybe other people will hear us
and begin to say it too.

And someday there'll be enough of us,
and we'll believe that it can be done,

that we can change the world.

So why don't we start
in our own country?

In Canada.

Here. Tonight.

Bravo!

Bravo!

Bravo!

He never spoke in public again.

That night,
when we watched Archie strip away...

all pretense of being an Indian,

I knew that what he was saying
was far more important...

than who he really was.

Afterwards, he slipped
silently into the night...

and went back to his remote cabin
on Lake Ajawaan.

He died there,
suddenly, of pneumonia...

two years later, in April, 1938.

In recognition of what Archie
was trying to achieve,

the North Bay Nugget agreed
to hold my story while he lived.

They ran it the day after he died,

and it made front page
all over the world.

Pony never stopped campaigning
against trapping...

and, slowly, because of
what she and Archie did,

there were laws passed
to protect the beaver,

and they returned to the lakes
and streams of Canada.

But once his true identity
was revealed,

Archie's early warning
about the natural world...

about keeping it safe
for future generations...

was quickly dismissed
and then conveniently forgotten.

Only many years later...

when the truth could
no longer be ignored...

did he come to be seen...

as a man ahead of his time.