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- Previously
seen on "hawkeye."

- By 1755,
the French and the British

had conquered and
colonized most of the world.

Even with their vast empires,

they each coveted what
the other possessed.

The crown jewel both claimed
as their own was the americas.

In the midst of this conflict,

Elizabeth shields and
her husband, William,

completed a long and
arduous journey from Virginia

to the Hudson River valley.

- Seven weeks of fleas and
foul weather and loneliness

have worn down my commitment.

This is an adventure
for younger men, William.

- So there it is said.

When we married five years ago,

you took my age to be
strength and wisdom.

Now you see it as
weakness and naivety.

- That is not what I
meant, forgive me.

But you must
face the fact that...

William.

- Take the one on the right!

Shoot,
white man, now!

- Shot the savage.

- You missed, he didn't.

- Morning, my name's
Nathaniel bumppo.

People around here
call me hawkeye.

- Well, if you would
care to accompany us

to fort bennington, you're
welcome of my protection.

- This belongs to your
husband, he may need it again.

- The shields
proceeded to fort bennington,

where captain Taylor
shields, William's brother,

promised to arrange
opportunities for William

that would make him rich.

- Have you secured
the trading contracts

with his majesty's
army as you promised?

- I have made great strides

in getting colonel
munro's blessing.

- But they are not yet done?

There is no problem,
is there, Taylor?

- None that I shall
not solve, brother.

- You must
be Mrs. Elizabeth shields.

- Yes.

- Oh, hi, I'm mckinney
and this here's peevy.

We spent two weeks cleanin'
and gettin' stuff organized.

- Figured it's the
least we could do,

seein' as you might hire
us as assistant managers.

- You promised to
deliver contracts.

Have you, as usual, failed?

- The contracts will come.
- Then deliver.

Or the reserve of your
inheritance that I control

will be used to finance
my return to Virginia.

- It is really mine to use.

- No, Taylor, it is now mine,
and therefore Elizabeth's,

and only by my grace
could it ever be yours again.

- And what can happen to
you by my grace, dear brother?

I have secured a trading
pact with you and the senecas.

I have hired two very
reliable and seasoned trappers

to guide you to
the senecas village.

You wanted riches, I
am handing them to you.

- This is madness, Taylor.

I think you are
handing him his death.

- We have some
tragic news, Elizabeth.

William has been
captured by the huron.

- Now the
time's arrived, Sam.

I'm in need of your forge.

- You're finally gonna
cut that thing up, you sure?

- It's
crossed the line

of bein' ignored, it's time.

- Who's gonna do it?

- Me.

- Now you say you've done
this before right, chingachgook?

- Yes, yes.

Once.

But I cut something
and made the blood flow

like water on a spring
day; The man did not live.

- You're a great
comfort, my friend.

Get on with it.

- This won't work, mckinney.

- Baby, I do not plan to
spend the rest of my days

swabbin' a tradin' post floor.

If we can get Mr. shields
back home safe, we'll be heroes.

And heroes get rich.

- Besides the fact that
we know nothin' of trackin',

can't speak a word of
Indian or shoot straight,

I see nothin' that
stands in our way.

- We can learn on the way.

Are you in or not?

- Yeah, I'm in.

- We just come
by to thank you proper

for savin' our top notches.

- What happened in the canoe?

- Nothin', what's the
savage doin' to your leg?

- Well, I, I
caught a huron...

- Onondaga.

- A huron arrow last summer.

Damn thing broke off
and left the head inside.

It must be near the bone
'cause it keeps hitchin' up my leg

when I run.

Now what happened
in the boat, fellas?

- Like we said, William his
balance and fell overboard.

Hell, you saw, didn't ya?

- Well, to tell the scripture
truth, I find it a bit hard

to fall overboard from
the center of a canoe.

- Shields was trying
to reload the musket,

and he dropped the musket ball.

Tried to catch it and
pitched hisself over the side.

- I see.

It can happen.

Now didn't I run into
you two cold winters ago

hunting on the monongahee?

- I doubt it, I
stuck to the south.

- Well, the fella I remember
was a pretty good shot.

Carried a fine
shortland flintlock.

Had gold inlay
on the strike plate,

just like the one I
saw in your canoe.

Just like the one
you're holdin' now.

Ow!

That would be my
ball, chingachgook.

- Come to think of it,
I did do a little huntin'

on that monongahee.

- It strikes me it's kind
of funny that the best man

with a musket would
leave the reloading

to a Lily-white-handed
tradesman.

- Exactly what
are you sayin', hawkeye?

- Well, I'm sayin'
that next to me,

the man with the best set of
eyes is chingachgook here,

and he says he saw William
being helped overboard.

Now what were you doing
in the French territory?

- I don't take to
bein' called a liar.

- Put the gun down, Doyle.

Or before the flint
strikes spark, I'll shove...

- We was paid to
take shields north.

And we was chased by heathens.

If you don't believe
us, look at our stuff.

- Maybe chingachgook
was mistaken.

After all, the only one who
can say for sure is shields.

By now he's probably resting
in the belly of an Indian dog.

You'll be on your way.

Pray that you've
told me the truth.

I don't take the
killing of men lightly.

- Onondaga.

- Well I still think
it was a huron.

- Of course.

All white men know more
about arrowheads than red men.

- The boys; Mckinney and
peevy have left to find William.

- An enterprising thought
cloaked in stupidity.

I suppose you will be
hiring new idiots soon.

What a vivid memory
of our days of courting.

- That was a long time ago.

- Yes, and before you
met my dear brother.

What do you want
from me, Elizabeth?

- Send men to find the boys.

Send men to find
William, that is what I want.

- It is simply impossible.

If you want to find them,
why don't you ask hawkeye?

He's of no use to me.

- It's difficult to
talk to hawkeye.

He seems more at ease with
the natives than he does with us.

- Indeed, he is.

Why don't you offer him some rum

and a shiny new
pot for his services?

After all, it works
with the savages.

- Perhaps I will speak to him.

- Excellent.

Elizabeth, you are
merely a merchant's wife

and if I am an officer
in his majesty's army,

I insist on respect
from all, am I clear?

- Always.

- We need to parlay.

Now,

you pick a short
talk or a short life.

- I must remark that the
woods don't change much.

I believe we're making
good progress, peevy.

- How long ago did
we stop for supper?

- About
four hours, why?

- Remember how you
couldn't find your knife

when we packed up?

- Yeah.

Help me on top
of old lightnin' here.

Perhaps from a
higher vantage point,

our course will be clear.

- I was told
you were looking for me.

- Oh, I did
not hear you come in.

- You seemed peaceful, I
didn't see the need to change it.

- Well, I would embrace peace.

On top of William, I
am now confronted

with the disappearance
of mckinney and peevy.

I believe they have
gone after my husband.

- They're safe.

- You've seen them?

- Yeah, and judging
by their progress,

they will probably find
the French fort by winter.

- Why did you not bring
them back with you?

- Boys need to get a sense

of what the creator
had in mind for 'em.

He'll watch after 'em.

Your husband is with the French.

- How do you know?

- I had a short
parlay with a huron.

- Well, I must tell
colonel munro.

He can send a messenger
to the front explaining

that William is not
a spy or a soldier

and that...
- It's not possible,

Mrs. shields.

- Well what do you mean?

- By now the French
have asked Mr. shields

a river's worth of questions

about how much the
English know of their fort.

If munro sent a redcoat to
'em now, they know for sure

that the English were comin'.

- Are you suggesting
that I do nothing?

That I just let my
husband wallow

in the hands of the French?

- I'm sorry,

but it's the way of the land.

The slow and the
wounded become the meat

of the swift and the hearty.

- Your compassion is inspiring.

I misjudged you.

I thought you to be
different than the rest.

I will pay you to take
me to the French fort.

The French are a
reasonable, civilized people.

They will understand my plight.

- Pay me?

- Yes, rum and kettles.

I will also give you
a three-month supply

of powder and ball.

What is your reply?

- Pay me?

- One question, captain.

What's your brother
ever done to you

to make you wish
a huron fate on him?

- He kept all the
money, Mr. coughlin.

And I want mine back.

Joyfully his death
will balance the ledger.

- What about his
wife, Mrs. shields?

- Ah yes, dear, vibrant,
headstrong Elizabeth.

I was hoping to
relight the flame

that once roared
between us.

Unfortunately we seem to
have gotten off on the wrong foot

over William's
current predicament.

Do you think she's
foolhardy enough

to try and find
William on her own?

- No, ain't never heard
anybody call her stupid.

- Nor have I.

So it might be helpful

to suggest to her
that the French fort

lie along the mohawk trail.

Even a schoolboy could find it.

- Begging your pardon, sir,

but it's near 50-odd
miles of game trails

infested with
savages, swift rivers.

Hell, even me and
Doyle wouldn't do it again.

- Really, you make it sound

like someone
could die out there.

- Yes, how may I help you?

- Oh, we'd be needing
some supplies, ma'am.

- We also come by
to tell 'em our regrets

about the capture
of your husband.

- I'm sure he would find
your sympathy nourishing.

- Well, truth is, if'n we
didn't have needs elsewhere,

we'd go and look
for him ourselves.

- I do allow, ma'am,
we're a touch confounded

as to how that fort couldn't
have been known about.

I mean, it's not exactly
like it's so hard to find.

- I was given the impression

that it was an arduous
journey to the north.

- Oh, journeys
ain't the hard part.

Not being seen by
the Indians is the work.

No matter, munro's gonna
attack it sooner or later.

Your friend shouldn't
have to come here.

- Why is that?

- Food, Mrs. shields, food.

Yeah, them French hounds
been living on hardtack

for near five months now,
under orders not to hunt,

fearin' there musket fire
be heard by the redcoat.

Ma'am, them frenchers,
they be starvin'.

- Tell me more about
this trek to the French.

- Oh!
- You all right?

It's all right.

Whoa, easy, boy.

Go on!

Come on.

You know, there's
an oxbow up ahead.

Makes for quieter swimmin'.
- What have you done?

- Ma'am?
- I needed those supplies

to barter with the French.

- Surely you would have
lost your pack animal

if I hadn't cut him free.

- Well, no matter I will
simply present myself

to the fort commander
and explain the situation.

I'm sure he will
accept a line of credit.

I am grateful that
you happen to be here.

So I shall not charge you
for the loss of merchandise.

- Inside your chest beats a
heart of pure gold, ma'am.

You still set on headin'
toward the French fort?

- Yes, why?

- Well because
unless they've moved it,

it's to the north, and
you were headed south.

- Well, that's impossible.

I asked your friend
chingachgook if it is true

that moss grows on
the north side of the trees

and he said yes.

- Well, that's
the trouble with mohicans.

You have to ask 'em
the whole question.

See, moss'll grow anywhere
on this beautiful earth,

providin' it stays
out of the direct sun.

South's as good as east.

I can't really ever recall
seeing it on the west,

but there was...
- Do you think

this is funny?

Do you think that
losing a loved one

is fodder for laughter?

Of course you do.

It's just, bang,
another dead body.

All in a day's work
out here on the frontier.

- I do not think losing
a loved one is funny.

It's just that I reason
this to be a fool's journey.

If you still wanna go
to the fort, I'll guide you.

- I will not be
obliged to you, sir.

Will you accept
my original offer?

- It's a fair one.

- And all I ask is to be taken

to the perimeter
of the French fort.

From there I will extract
the release of William.

North?

- North, ma'am.

Take this wheel, boy.

- Make haste, captain shields.

I shall not confront the
French without a full defilade!

- Sir.
- Left, left, right, right.

Right, left, right, left.

Left, right.

- Fetlock's bruised,
needs to be wound.

- How did it happen
that you were by the river

when I fell in, Mr. hawkeye?

- Well, I was checkin' my
traps when I heard the sound

of church floatin' in the air.

Didn't figure the
Indians had come around

to the ways of the
white man that much.

- You've
been to church?

- I was partially reared by
missionaries, scots they was.

Left when I was 13.

Can't say as I've heard
the hymn sung since then.

- And what terrible
trouble did you get into

that made them ask you to
leave at such a young age?

- They was killed by Indians.

How long have you
been married to William?

- Five years this coming spring.

- You like him?

- Certainly.

Why would you ask
such a rude question?

- It wasn't meant to be rude.

William anything
like his brother?

- William is not
at all like Taylor.

William is sturdy
and structured.

He's sensible, he's
a good businessman.

- Liking him sounds
about the size of it.

The horse is ready.

- Company!

Shoulder your firearms.

- Shoulder
your fire, up!

- If either of you could read

I'm sure you'd find
that material fascinating.

I understand that you are

a bit overextended in
your business adventures.

- We'll make it whole.

- This is my grant
deed from the unidas.

It is for 700 acres
east of the Hudson.

It is your freedom from debt.

- I was told British officers
couldn't hold Indian land.

- They cannot.

- So what do you want?

- I want to snip the frayed ends

that dangle with
William's disappearance.

Straighten out the lines
of inheritance, so to speak.

- Sir?

- See that Mrs. shields and
the woodsman do not return.

- That's it?

- Yes, and make it appear
that either the French

or the savages have done it.

Now if you will excuse
me, I have a fort to attack.

- Could we not
stop for a few hours?

- Well ma'am, we
have to get to the fort

before munro's column catches
up when the shootin' starts.

We'll stop in a little bit.

I have to get a cannula.

Come on.

- The axle's repaired.

The cannon's only a
few hours behind us.

- You tell the platoon
officers no fire tonight.

Two hours' rest and resume.

- As you will, colonel.

- I was going to return it.

- Well, on top of knowin'
nothin' about trackin',

parleyin', and shootin', I
reckon we can add knot tyin'!

- You got a coin on you?

- One, why?

- I wanna figure out
which way north is again.

- I found a canoe.

- Oh.

Where did it come from?

- Its previous owner was a
huron, I never caught his name,

seein' as he was less
than willing to part with it.

He put a hole on
the right-hand side

during our discussion
on who should be

the current owner of the boat.

- Mr. hawkeye!

Your leg.

- Oh, uh, it were a
powerful discussion.

- Come here and let
me bandage it, sit down.

- That feels good.

I'll need the pitch
to seal the leaks.

- What?

- Uh, the sap.

Uh, to fix the canoe.

- Yes, of course.

Mr. hawkeye?

Have you ever been married?

- You best get some
sleep, Mrs. shields.

I saw the fort;
We'll go tonight.

- So there it is.

- Well.

- I wish to thank
you, Mr. hawkeye,

for guiding me to the fort.

- I'd be obliged if you'd stop

callin' me mister, Mrs. shields.

- Elizabeth.

- Elizabeth.

So what do you plan
on tellin' the French?

- I will be truthful,
I will tell them

that they are
mistaken in believing

that William is of
any value to them.

I will trade food
supplies for his freedom.

- As I recollect,
your supplies are lyin'

at the bottom of the river.

But that probably
won't be a problem.

- What are you saying?

- I'm saying that you're a woman

and that soldiers are not
rumored to be gentle lovers.

- If you're saying
that I will be raped

in exchange for William's
freedom, then so be it.

- And if I were you
I'd be more worried

about what the Indians will do

after the French
have had their way.

- If you're trying
to scare me...

- The Indians don't care

about the white
man's soul, Elizabeth.

We've taken his land.

We don't respect it,
we cut down his trees,

we dam up his rivers,

we killed his animals
just for their skins.

To them, we are
walking, dancing devils,

and the better way that they
can figure out how to break us,

the better chance they'll
have of getting rid of us.

Yes, I'm trying to scare you.

So get a new plan, Elizabeth.

- The woodsman.

- He's like a deer.

The only way he's goin'
down clean is with a heart shot.

We've got to get him to
stand and face me, coughlin.

- Why the hell don't we
shoot the both of them?

- And let every French and
British soldier know we're here?

Not likely; You just
do as you're told.

You turn him right
and I can't miss.

- Elizabeth, the canoe's ready.

We ought to go before
the British get here.

- Did you know the French
design of this fort is flawed?

- Well, I reckon we can
discuss the shortcomings

of fort building while
we're in the boat, come on.

- The flaw is that
they've built their armory

too close to the forward wall.

- We'll tell munro
about it later.

Right now I think
we ought to go.

- If we got the door off, we
could ignite all that gunpowder

and create a
magnificent explosion.

The soldiers would be
so confused and dazed

that we could simply
slip into the fort unnoticed

and rescue William.

What do you think?

- You know there are
bugs in these woods

that can give a
person fever and chills.

You've been scratching
yourself a lot lately.

- Come on, how do
we blow up that door?

- Well, maybe if I
took all of my powder

and packed it into that door,

I might be able to blow
it with one musket shot.

- And with another shot

you could detonate
all that gunpowder.

- It'd be a hell of a shot.

- It seemed to be
a worthy challenge

for a man they call hawkeye.

- I'll need a candle.

- Sir.

Scouts report the fort
is an hour's march away,

just close to completion.

- Thank you.

Rest assured, gentlemen,
that the morning sightings

of our 12 partners and mortars

will cause the French
to strike the Fleur-de-lis.

- I can't see the candle.
- I can.

- Right.

Do you want me to help?
- Quiet.

- Right.

- Evenin', folks.

I'se got no quarrel
with you, hawkeye.

- And what is it you want?

- It appears to be
the same as you.

I had come to parley with
the French about Mr. shields.

Bein' as how Doyle and
me is partly to blame.

- And where is Mr. Doyle?

- Gone our separate ways.

I relieved Doyle of
his rum.

Doyle and liquor
didn't mix too good.

Made him crazy,
like the Indians.

- You've said your piece,
best be on your way.

- Hawkeye!

- The candle went out, I
can't see the powder horn.

What are you doing?

- I'm making a torch.

I'm gonna re-light the candle.

- I'll do it.

- Then who'll make the shot?

- Come on, Elizabeth, hurry up.

Get to the canoe,
I'll find William.

- Wait up!
- Hey, hold up, son.

You boys all right?
- Yes, sir.

- Wait, you seen William?
- Yes, sir.

It was the Indians,
they done it to him.

He was killed,
and they cut his...

- It's all right,
boy, I've seen it.

In ar-ap-nee, I've seen
it, now where is he now?

- The place they was just
takin' him out when we come in.

- Let's go.

You boys can canoe to the river.

- Where's William?

- He's not at the fort.

The French have taken
him someplace else.

- You must send someone
to find out where he is.

- There is no time, Elizabeth,
we have to get downstream.

- I will not be told
what to do anymore.

- Nope, this is not a poetry
reading, this is reality.

This is truth.
- The truth?

Everything I hear
turns out to be a lie,

and I will listen no longer.

- Then listen only
to this, Elizabeth.

Your husband has
been tortured by iroquois.

He's lived through pain
that no man should endure.

Now whatever
is left of his body,

whatever's left of his soul,

needs caring for,
do you hear me?

- Why must this be so hard?

What has William ever
done to deserve this?

- Nothing, the same as
you, your husband still lives.

- I'll keep looking for him.

- It's right that you do.

You must know if you find
him, he may not be as...

- Whatever horrors have
happened, he still lives.

And I will hold hope.

- Hold to life,
Elizabeth, hold to life.

- Shields!

- Were you successful,
Mr. coughlin?

- Hawkeye killed Doyle
and come after me next.

- Does he know anything
of my involvement?

- Didn't say a word.

He and the woman
blew up the French fort.

- So I heard.

And as you may have
heard, Mr. coughlin,

there are casualties in war.

With all that has occurred

and my mind aching with
what has happened to William,

I am startled at
another feeling.

There is a beating in
my heart, faint and gentle,

yet still I can
tell it is strong.

It is the beat of discovery
within one's soul.

It is the beat of
what can never be.