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I can give you 100 of these.

Why do we need these?

To fight the Americans.

We have a treaty with the Americans.

Lots of our people say that.

Then the Americans make belts with their skin.

Is that what this man tells you?

This war is the Americans' excuse to seize Mohawk land.

I promise you, my king extends a chain of friendship.

He doesn't want your lands.

No. He wants us to die for him.

You're already dying...

Wentahawi, the Americans have scalped

eighty-seven Mohawk this month!

And they leave their bodies to be eaten by the animals!

That was far from here.

Their Red House is nearby.

With at least twenty armed men.

And more will come.

Trust me.

You have to stop them.

Our people will never agree.

We can ask Uncle. He'll listen.

He's living at the mission while he hunts.

He won't be back for weeks.

If he sides with King George, the Mohawk will follow.

More words from your white man.

I have hunted with Calvin

for over three months, Wentahawi.

He knows I am a man of my word.

Boys like Calvin will listen to any man

that promises him war.

We must act or the Americans will kill us!

This Britisher only wants to use your body

to protect him from American rifles.

And to keep you both warm at night!

I would never harm Calvin...

or your daughter.

How far have we come?

Half our whiskey, give or take.

The sun is up.

Still no sign of Calvin.

He'll show up.

You know he doesn't like to sleep alone.

My mother doesn't understand.

She's just cautious.

She's scared.

There's no room for that anymore.

I'm going to miss this.

Then why leave?

My father is a very important man.

He has plans for me there...

but I will miss these magical trees.

What about me and Calvin?

You must finish what we've started.

I have faith in you...

and Calvin.

Oh. I can't drink like you.

No one can.

Hmm?

I have to tell you something.

Shh.

Someone's coming.

Calvin.

We need to move!

I killed them.

I killed them all.

Jesus. That was a last resort, Calvin.

Oak!

Where are you going?!

This is bad, Calvin!

Someone has to stop The Big Knives!

You sound like your mother!

I am nothing like my mother!

I want the demons to leave and I will fight.

But you what you did, Calvin, it was stupid.

Now we have to get back

and tell the people we're at war.

They'll have to support me.

And if they don't, we'll go upstream to find your uncle.

Don't you speak for my family.

Nothing will happen to them. I promise.

I had to do it, Oak.

They're going to kill us all if we don't fight.

My mother's going to kill us first.

If you mother will not support us,

we need to get to your uncle as soon as possible.

How far is it to the mission...?

Oak?

Calvin?

Oak?

Nice, ain't it?

Whoa there, friend.

The name's Myles...

Myles Quincy Holt.

Look, I didn't mean to frighten you.

You, uh...

You got a name?

- Joshua. - Joshua?

Well, that in the Hell are you doing out here, Joshua?

This is Injun land.

I live here.

Well, I'll be fucked.

A white man...

livin' out here.

Jesus. Ain't you afraid of getting scalped?

In my experience,

it's the white man who does the scalping.

Now ain't the truth?

Do you, by any chance, know George McFeely?

He's up in, uh... Fort Niagara?

Well, I heard he got himself thirty Injun scalps.

I can't say our paths have crossed.

Me and my men...

we've been tracking an Injun.

You ain't seen one runnin' this way,

have you, Joshua?

I haven't.

How many men are you traveling with?

It's two of us.

Oh.

You just said "men."

No.

I don't believe I did.

It's just the two of you?!

Sure thing, friend.

I... uh... have to be on my way.

That's only my daddy.

He sure don't count.

We're all Americans here.

Tell your father to stop moving!

Daddy...

I think you're making our new friend here a little nervous.

Colonel Charles Hawkes, if you please.

How many are you?!

Now, I'm surprised that a man of your perceived heritage

would bear arms against fellow patriots...

Well I'm well aware that far too many allegiances

have been tested this past year,

I can find no viable circumstance

in which a man would raise his weapon

against fellow Americans.

I've been killing British for years.

This boy's a Redcoat.

Can't be, Colonel.

You know Redcoats don't travel alone.

You're not alone,

are you... Joshua?

He's travelin' with Injuns!

Don't!

Flank him!

They're over there!

They're over there!

We need to go!

I've almost got him!

Get down.

Over here.

Did you hear me?

Yeah, I can hear you.

Every Timber Nigger for 100 miles can hear you.

You see anything?

Nothing.

They must have gone the other way.

Oak.

They were scouts. The rest are coming.

How? I killed them.

Not all.

Why do you act and not use your mind?

How far to the Longhouse?

The Mission.

We must be fast.

Ista...

- Ista. - Ista.

Wentahawi.

Calvin has done a great thing.

He's set...

This is your fault.

You put this in their heads!

You need to talk to the people!

They're gone!

Gone? Gone where?

Into hiding.

Your father watched the smoke all morning.

Our people will not go to war.

We'll go to the Mission, get Uncle and all the cousins.

- They'll help. - It's too late for that!

Wentahawi, the Mohawk can no longer stay neutral.

You must fight or you will die.

No one should die on such a lovely day.

She: kon. I come in peace.

See?

What are you doing so far away from home?

A great crime was committed today...

against The Big Knives.

These children had nothing to do with it!

Then why is your buck covered in ash?

Stay where you are!

Ska: na.

The Great Father in Washington

wants to know if the Mohawk are still his loyal children.

Howdy, Joshua.

Because of his actions last night,

we must take the boy to Fort George.

I assure you he will face a fair trial.

I am no man's prisoner.

This is not an invitation.

Get ready.

No... Don't.

Yancy!

Tell these people they are obstructing

The United States government!

This is not the way good children behave!

Um...

I will drag that buck back to Fort George by his teeth!

There will be no bloodshed, Captain!

And I question your fitness to command, Colonel.

That is mutiny!

Find your uncle.

Cease fire!

Cease fire!

Cease...

Ugh!

Where's Yancy?!

Yancy!

We no longer require a translator.

You're a soldier now.

Act like one.

I'm sorry, Captain.

It's Colonel.

I just received a promotion.

They're close.

Which way is the Mission?

Upriver. Back the way we came.

Ten miles.

We can't just go straight back through them.

You two follow the ridge up to the river.

I'll double back and lead them away.

There's only one way.

I won't let anything happen to us.

You two...

are my family.

They mean to kill you now.

Gotcha.

Beal. Let's move!

I... I don't like this, Captain.

Colonel.

We need to get to Fort George

before what happened to Hawkes

happens to the rest of us.

We are advancing with speed after the enemy.

Now, gentlemen...

We are in a valley, surrounded by a ridge.

These vermin have limited options.

To the north, there's a river.

To the east, there's a war.

They're heading west...

So we are headed west.

I'm with Beal.

Fort George sounds like the right idea.

Well, you don't have a say.

This is Mohawk land.

We're in their house.

We are in The United States of America.

Then that means we have a vote!

Shut your bone box!

I vote for Fort George.

Gentlemen, you know me.

So you know I will do what needs to be done.

And I promise you,

I will get you through this safe.

But you had best lower those hands

before I tear them off.

This is bad bread.

We are retrieving a prisoner.

Nothing more.

Leash this dog.

Where are they, redskin?

Hmm?

Where's that squaw

and the Redcoat, hmm?

Don't make me look for your tongue myself, hmm.

Maybe he doesn't understand.

Ask him where that squaw

and the Redcoat are.

Um, the Mohawk are dirty dealers,

lairs...

They're cannibals.

Ask him!

Where is your... squaw?

Aren't you worried about her,

being out here in the woods, all alone?

No.

But you should be.

I knew there was a tongue in there.

She'll bring everyone.

If that squaw is fetching more Injuns,

I think we best get back to Fort George real quick-like.

Yeah, Colonel or not, Holt,

you are one dumb son of a bitch.

We need to get out of here double-fast,

before a whole mess of redskins

come down and scalp the lot of us.

So, uh...

You want a horde of bloodthirsty red devils

harrying us all the way to Fort George?

We've got a lead on them.

I say we march to the fort.

It's two days.

Come tonight,

these woods are gonna become a butcher's yard.

Capturing them two is the only way

to ensure our survival.

So, um, how are we gonna catch up to 'em?

We aren't.

They'll come to us.

We need to go back.

You will go to London.

You will not die for us.

He would not want us to go back.

He ain't gonna talk.

He doesn't have to.

He just has to sing.

His pals will come to the dance.

Open his mouth.

You go ahead.

You'll do it better.

Go on, boy.

Make him sing.

Beal, we ain't...

I mean, we ain't supposed to torture these Injuns,

are we?

Do you see President Madison here?

Huh?

The only person in power in these parts is your daddy.

He's your goddamn president!

You sure this is a good idea?

Are you my boy...

or are you my son?

You're a damn fine conductor, Myles.

Get him!

Please don't hurt me.

Please go away.

You will not shoot me.

I will.

I'm unarmed.

I don't care!

I'm with child.

Run...

Shitfire!

There's no goddamn way around!

What's the matter with you?

Huh? You see a chipmunk?

What the Hell is this?!

I couldn't bear to listen to him choke any more.

Where you goin'?

You got an appointment with King George?

Hey Injun!

My boy is dead.

Dead!

Shut him up, Beal.

Why'd I let you come here, boy?

Why'd I let these woods eat you up?

My boy.

You smell like Injun, Lachlan.

I still smell better than you.

I guess I'll just have to rely on my looks, then.

Yeah, I've got you beat there, too, Beal.

A woman's taste might surprise you.

What about you, Fancy Dan?

Pardon?

Where the Hell did you learn to speak

Injun like that?

And, uh, what's this little nonsense all about, hmm?

The Founding Fathers wanted us

to be able to communicate with the savages...

and to look proper.

Well, they should have learned to talk English.

Shitfire, Beal, they do.

You were just talkin' to one of them!

Excuse me.

I am trying to wash the blood of my boy off my body.

If you cannot give me a moment of peace,

I...

I'll slice your tongues out of your mouths.

I'm sorry, Colonel.

Myles was a good boy.

Two heroes died today.

I know how you felt about the Colonel.

Don't shoot! Don't shoot!

Oh, God damn it!

So, you hear anything?

Well, I can't hear shit if you keep talkin' at me.

Do you know what these Injuns are gonna do

it they find us.

Hmm?

The ones last night?

They were the lucky ones, all right?

You've studied Mohawk.

You should know better than any of us.

They don't want prisoners.

They want blood.

Colonel.

We have got to get out of here.

We've got to get back to Fort George.

Please.

Because they are man-eaters.

- Shh... - They will gnaw our bones!

You need to pull yourself together, soldier.

Lest I personally place you in the ground

with my bare hands.

Now, Beal... You're a tracker, right?

You can't track?

- You've been leading us around in circles. - Colonel.

I don't know what...

You earn your pay.

That's big enough for a bear.

Then that means it's big enough for an Injun.

The forest is telling us something.

They're nearby...

and they don't have many options.

It's fresh dug.

It could be a couple of rats.

Only one way to find out.

Mm-hmm.

Me? No...

Oh, no.

The giant's too big

and I'm ranking, so...

What about Beal?

Uh-uh.

I like Beal.

Do you mind?

Thank you.

You see anything?

Nothing.

Do you hear anything?

Why don't you drag your ass in here

and look for yourself?

Get him outta there!

Come on!

Get me out of here!

They're in there! They're in there!

Is it both of them?

I don't know, but I am not going back in there.

We know you're in there!

Get out of my way.

Gather us up some green wood.

We'll smoke 'em out.

We need to find fresh air.

It's too narrow.

You were leaving, so I didn't tell you.

Tell me what?

About the future.

I don't think there is a future anymore.

I'm having a child.

How far along?

Two moons.

Is it Calvin's?

Tokah.

Mine?

Tokah.

There is a future.

Dig!

They must be smoked as a pair of hams in there.

Hello?!

They ain't in there.

What? You think they magick'd their way out?

God damn it!

Aw, shitfire!

Maybe we are chasing rats.

The only place for twenty miles is the Mission.

Let's go.

The Mission's upriver.

We'll make better time in the canoe.

But I don't have anything to trade.

Oak! Wait!

Hey! Hey!

There's no cause for alarm, friend.

Uh...

parlez-vous anglais?

No.

Here.

- Here. - Whoa.

No, uh... pour le commerce...

uh, pour le canoe...

le bateau!

No, you don't understand.

- For you. - Trade!

Here.

Here. Just... just take it!

I've never killed anyone before.

Neither had Calvin.

The Great Warrior.

We should be there before sundown.

We'll fare better in the dark than the Americans.

Not in the forest.

When there's too much death,

the blood seeps into the ground...

soaks into the roots.

The trees can't sleep

and the forest goes mad.

Oak.

Oak, wake up.

Look.

We're here.

How many people are supposed to be here?

Twelve, maybe?

My uncle, his cousins.

Two of them.

They're very quiet.

Where is everyone?

My God.

Is it...?

My uncle...

and my cousins.

I did this.

All this murder. All this blood.

- It's all because of me. - No.

Where are the other missionaries?

They must have fled, which is what we need to do.

We need to bury them.

No. What we need to do is hurry.

We need to go.

Too late for that, redskin.

He's no good dead.

Burn in Hell!

Oh, you've got some fire in you, Redcoat.

I like that.

I'll... I'll kill you!

At Fort George, I will inform the General that,

after murdering a platoon of sleeping Americans,

these savages executed my son...

and fled to a nearby Mission,

where they were killed in battle.

This man is a prisoner of The United States of America

and we're taking him back... as a prisoner.

This man is a murdering, blue-eyed Indian.

He is a British officer!

They get ransomed, we get a bonus.

Rules of Engagement, rusty guts!

I'd just as soon splatter him across this courtyard myself,

but we've come this far.

I want that money!

Come on, Redcoat.

Come on!

You come here for what?

For the slaughter?

To burn this new world to the ground?

I would love just a minute with your general.

The stories I will tell him about you will make him weep

for the future of this country...

Colonel!

The prisoner is all yours.

I'm sorry, Red.

You put up a good fight.

Jesus!

Shh. Shh.

God damn it, Beal.

I liked you.

You murder us in our sleep.

You feign neutrality,

then you stab us in the back.

So if I were to allow, by action or inaction,

one more of your kind to kill one more white man,

I could not face my Lord on Judgment Day.

The fortunes of war are death.

Now we make for Fort George.

This is not a healthy place to linger.

She told me she was pregnant.

I'm sorry.

Are we setting camp up soon?

Why?

With all due respect, Colonel,

it's been a long day.

It's sixty miles to Fort George.

Keep up.

What about other Indians?

We killed them all.

There's other tribes.

We killed them...

all.

What if the Redcoats are creepin' on us?

The one and only Redcoat around these parts

ain't creepin' up on anybody.

What if there's more?

What if there's Injuns?

What if there's Redcoats?

What if there's a goddamn demon

rising up from the pits of Hell?

We killed them all! They're dead!

We're the only monsters left out here.

Oak...

Oak...

Wake up.

Don't you say it.

We should have been going the other way.

Agh!

It's these woods!

We need to burn it all down and turn it all into fields

so a man can see the blasted horizon!

Where are you going?!

I'm going up that ridge.

And figure out where the Hell we are.

Holt!

Colonel!

Holt!

You gotta slow down.

Hello?

He's not waiting for us, you know.

He's going to leave us.

No, he won't. He won't.

That man is Lucifer in the flesh!

Yancy!

Where you at, fella?!

Yancy?!

What the hell are you doing?

There's a devil in these woods!

The devil's in these woods, boy?

Hellfire.

The devil shares my name.

Where's Yancy?

I don't know.

Fuck him.

Keep the mountains on the left.

Home in two days.

We can't... We can't go deeper.

We can't.

We're gonna get to that ridge.

We're gonna reorient ourselves.

We're gonna go to the next ridge,

and the next ridge,

and the next ridge after that if we have to!

Yessir.

God will be with us, boy.

Yessir.

No resting.

Yessir.

Private?

Yancy?

Thank God, man.

I thought we lost you, Yancy.

Oh Jesus.

Help! Holt!

Private!

Goddamn Indian trap.

- Stop! - Roll me with.

One, two...

Shh. Shh. You're alright.

You're alright.

Do you feel this?

No. No. No.

Good. Here, bite this.

Bite on that!

The doctor will take that off

as soon as we get back to camp.

No one takes my fucking leg.

It's barely hanging on as it is, boy.

I have not worn this brace since Tippecanoe

so some Mohawk squaw could take my leg.

Here.

I've have this little laudanum.

Now, here, open up.

Take that down. All of it!

Don't worry about that squaw.

We killed that squaw.

She's burning in the fiery pits of Hell.

I cannot walk.

What?

I... cannot... walk.

I... can't walk...

Colonel.

Colonel.

Yes, you can.

I am ready... to walk... Colonel.

Yeah.

We need higher ground.

We're gonna have to find a better vantage point.

Lachlan?

Lachlan?

Colonel?

We've gotta get up to that hilltop over there.

Get our bearings.

Ain't no bears back here, Colonel.

If you want to rest,

I'll be finding your bones here next Summer.

Lachlan?

Lach...

How'd you...?

She ain't lettin' us go home.

Private, I will leave you.

We should have never, ever come here.

No.

Come on...

you ghost.

You won't stop us!

The Indians...

won't stop us!

Redcoats...

couldn't stop us!

French?

Try and stop us!

Ghosts?

They sure as Hell are not gonna stop me!

No...

No. This isn't right.

Ah.

You killed twenty-two

American patriots in their sleep.

These were militia boys,

farming kids.

This one name was Orson...

over yonder's his brother Pressley.

Last week, he come to me and said...

he was afraid of the dark.

So I told him he could sleep next to his brother.

Your lover crept into my camp

and burnt these boys in their sleep.

How dare you bring me back here?

How dare you show me this again?

Ah.

You're no better than us.

For years, we've been fighting like this,

back-and-forth.

You kill us, we kill you.

It never ends.

One of us will be wiped off of this Earth,

and I do not intend for that to be the white man.

This is our home.

Then your home will burn,

just like you burned mine.