All language subtitles for Hawkeye.S01E04.The.Furlough.480p.WEB-DL.DDP2.0.H.264-squalor

- You cheated.

- You cheated more.

- You cut a shorter
path, chingachgook.

That is cheating.

- You used pistols.

We agreed to tomahawks
for the feathers.

- The race was not fair.

They would be more
valuable if truly merited.

- There is merit
in the short path

if it wins the race, true?

- That's true,
but it's also true

that we chose a path
around the linden.

- Then both are true,
and both have merit.

- No, one of us is wrong.

How can
there be two sides to the truth?

- One is yours, and one is mine.

- Near the river.

- Eagle child, my cousin's son.

- It's fox.

No huron shot him.

Maybe French.

Look.

Is he taller than me?

- No.

He left by the water,
which leaves no trail.

- Well, even a hummingbird
leaves a trail in the air

if we have the eyes
to find it, chingachgook.

I mean to find it.

Afternoon, Mrs. pritchard.

I wanted to thank you for the
mending you did on my shirt.

- You're very welcome.

When Mrs. shields returns to
the trading post from Boston,

she'll be bringing
new bolts of linen.

Perhaps you'd like a new one.

- I'd like that.

Is it the lake or the
river you're heading for?

- It seems our luck's been
better in running water.

- You be careful out there.

- Most assuredly.

No man has the right to
violate a woman, Katie.

Soldier or not, you
should report him.

- A lot of good that would do.

- What did you say to him?

- That pint of ale was all he
bought and all he would get.

- And he took you outside?

- Hmm.

Into the trees, threw
me on the ground.

Tore open his uniform, and
told me that if I screamed,

it would be my last.

- No one stood in your defense?

- It's a man's world, Sarah.

Whoever said the hand that
rocks the cradle rules the world

lived in a place
I've never seen.

- You think
they're all terrible?

- What I think is it's
not them that suffer.

They wear it like a
badge or a feather,

not the shame it is.

- Hello, laddie,
what are you doin' here?

Go on, be off with ya, be off!

- Hike, hike,
hike, hike, hike, hike.

Hike, hike, hike,
hike, hike, hike, hike.

- You wait here.

No talk, no look, huh?

- Dismissed.

- Captain shields.

- Captain, the
French trapper is here.

- Bonjour, captain shields.

- Giles, I trust the colonist
who was capturing my runners

and selling them to your
side has been taken care of.

- Oh, I think so.

- I do not proffer
compensation for what you think.

- I gave him to a huron warpath.

They're heading up
champlain towards the canadas.

- Is he still alive?

- Alive?

Have you ever seen what
butchery them savages

can suffer on a body?

- I have seen the results.

- Dead is usually the
results, what you pray for.

There's no pain in that.

It's the getting to be
dead which is the agony.

Now then, too long
among you English,

a man's stomach turns sour.

- Hello.

It's a beautiful fox.

Where did you get it?

- She don't talk
too good English.

She's a huron.

Talks that if you know some.
- Hike, hike, hike,

hike, hike, hike, hike.

Hike, hike, hike,
hike, hike, hike.

- We leave.

You go back to the camp.

I've got a business to attend.

Do as I say, woman.

- Tell me about this woman.

I do not believe I know her.

- She's employed at the tavern,

and she was the victim
of a horrible assault.

- By the French?

Indians, what?

- A soldier from this fort

violated her person.

- Ah.

Say no more, Mrs. pritchard.

If I had a six-pound
cannon for every barmaid

who claimed she was violated
at the hands of a soldier,

the French would be
defeated tomorrow.

- But this kind of behavior.

- The behavior of soldiers
and these necessary women

who work in taverns
is the behavior of war.

- She is not a necessary woman.

- Camp followers, harlots.

They are women and
they are necessary.

Get your fire locked.

Set your fire.

Up.

Prepare to turn to
the right in three.

Right.

Face.

- Men, I never understand them.

- I guess it's not our place to.

- So, where you headed?

- Mrs. Winthrop needs
supplies at her farm.

She's too ill to
travel, so I promised

to deliver them for her.

- Well, you know it's
foolish to go out there alone.

- I'm not alone.

- Well, it's foolish to go
out there without a weapon.

- Thank you.

- How many
anniversaries did you have?

- Five.

He was killed in a huron ambush.

- I always thought
I'd get married.

- Why wouldn't you?

- You see, once you're
soiled, the only two places

that will take you in
are a brothel or a church.

It's a strange world
where those two

have something in common.

- There's another choice.

If you left here and settled
somewhere, somewhere else,

you could meet a man,
and if you fell in love,

you could tell
him the truth then.

- And you think a
man would accept

a wife who isn't a virgin?

- He would if he loved you.

Your virginity wasn't
voluntarily given, it was taken.

You didn't do anything wrong.

The wrong was done
to you.

- Well now, what have we here?

Come here, woman.

Now.

Or die where you're standing.

Ah, ah, ah, ah.

Don't prove yourself a fool.

Now get up on here, quick.

- Sarah, no!

- Go back to the fort, please.

- Sarah!

Sarah!

Sarah!

- Come on.

- His name was giles angel.

He often sold me information,
and he was a valuable spy.

- I suspect he
was also a killer.

- Save me your
suspicions, hawkeye.

And in future, if you
feel violently inclined,

perhaps our little war would
be a more appropriate arena.

- I'm sorry.

- North wind?

Do you play?

Perhaps a bit of Vivaldi?

No?

Of course not.

Well, seems your husband chose

the wrong
backwoodsman to engage.

- That is finished.

Now I want justice.

- Justice?

Well, I suggest if it
is justice you pursue,

then seek it from hawkeye.

- You provided for my husband.

You should provide
for me and my children.

- Your husband
provided a service.

What can you provide you
that is worthy of my assistance?

Information?

The whereabouts of the French?

Instructions as
to the true nature

and passions of heathen women?

- You will not help?

- No.

Unless it is for my benefit.

That is the way the real
world works, north wind.

- Your real world and
mine are not the same.

- No.

Thank god.

- It's a good morning.

A fine day.

Eagle child will travel
well to the manitou.

- He will chase spirit
deer on the plains,

where there are no thorns
or brambles or marshes,

no hardships to overcome,

but that is not
your belief, is it?

- Chingachgook, I
believe that my heaven

and your spirit
world are neighbors

with no fences in between,

and that there are many
paths that lead to each.

- Eagle child will
travel a good path.

- Yes.

Where are you going?

- Mrs. pritchard has
asked that I escort her today

while she delivers her goods.

Wet wood, gray smoke.

- Now, who would be that stupid?

- A white man?

They come to the
forest, they learn nothing.

They die.

- I best be a good
samaritan and warn them.

- Samaritan?

What tribe is that?

- A good tribe.

You'd like them, chingachgook.

- Hawkeye.

A sign that is so
obvious is one of peace

or is a trick.

- Perhaps I can lend a
blistered hand with that, friend.

- You are hawkeye.

A good and well-known name.

I am ravenoak, a name that
makes the Delaware grow pale.

- It's true, perhaps.

But I was born pale, so
on me, it has no effect.

- By your hand, you killed
a husband of north wind.

- It was a fair fight.

He was breaking the law.

- What law?

North wind's children
cry for venison to eat,

skins to clothe
them, and protection.

What law provides for that?

- Now, surely you
protect your own,

even the family of a
traitor and a coward.

- You disgrace my sister
in front of her family?

I will give you a law!

Scalp for scalp, life for
life, and blood for blood!

- You take north wind
for a wife, provide for her.

You have Indian ways.

Make them huron ways.

You will be welcome.

- You hear a few
honest words, ravenoak,

spoken from the
mouth of a plain man.

I was Christian-born
and Indian-raised.

I could choose a
woman of my own kind,

but if I were to
pick an Indian wife,

she would be
Delaware and no other.

- You are brave,
hawkeye, and honest.

Both may cost you your life.

- Then it's a price
worth paying.

- You will be tortured
before you die.

- Then so be it.

- Excuse me, captain shields.

I'm looking for hawkeye.

He's supposed to assist me.

It's not in his
nature to be late.

- And what is in the nature of
these dishonorable colonists?

- You will not find
hawkeye dishonorable.

- Perhaps because
you don't truly know him.

Now do you?

- I know his reputation.

It is highly regarded.

- By others of his tribe?

These Americans, as they
call themselves, who wish

the freedoms and protection
of his majesty's crown

without the attendant
responsibilities.

In England, we call
such men peasants.

In France, they are serfs.

In the colonies, they
are known as Americans.

- I am an American, sir.

I was born in the
colony of Rhode Island.

- Ah.

But you are a woman.

Some advice, Mrs. pritchard.

I do not know where hawkeye is,

but do not hold your
cherished breath for Americans.

They are not worth it.

- You're a great
warrior, hawkeye.

You will be tortured as one.

Your torments will be
more than a common man.

- I hear what you say, ravenoak.

As an honorable man
and one whose word

is as honest as the rising
sun, may I make a request?

I'd like to make peace
with my dearest friend.

- Who?

- A Delaware
chief, chingachgook.

You grant me a
furlough, and I will return.

- Lies.

- You have my word.

- He will run like the wind
and the coward that he is.

- There may come a day
that you wish I was a coward.

- What will chingachgook
think when he knows

that you're gonna be
tortured by hurons?

- Well, what he thinks is less
important than what he does.

- Then, what will he do?

- Well, conceive that every
hair on my scalp is a huron.

He will want one of
you to die for each hair.

Something like that.

- Tomorrow.

When the sun sits
on the mountain.

- Given that will
probably happen,

I would appreciate it
if you could get word

to the Scottish missionaries.

They will see to
it that my memory

is passed on to my people.

They'll know me by my Christian
name, Nathaniel bumppo.

- I urge you, with the warmest
tones I am able to speak,

please do not do this.

- I have no choice.

- The choice is
simply do not go back.

- In the eyes of the
huron, I would be a coward.

- There is nothing cowardly
of saving your own life.

- There is no honor in
living with a lie, Sarah.

I gave my word, that's
more than my life.

- No honor.

This is barbaric, hawkeye.

- I'm sorry you
don't understand.

Given where you come
from, it would be hard

for me to expect that.

- A civilized man
in a civilized world

could not possibly find honor

in throwing away the single
life that god has given him.

- You talk about how
civilized men behave.

Meanwhile, two of the most
civilized countries in the world

are fighting a war here
for land and resources

that don't rightly belong
to either one of them.

I don't reckon that civilization's
ever yet made a man

out of a human being.

- This is madness, hawkeye.

Utter madness.

- There are those
that believe it madness

to honor their word.

I don't, Sarah.

I gave my word, chingachgook.

- You did not
dishonor the mingos.

You did not take their
land, their gift from god.

The trapper
committed the first sin

when he killed eagle child.

They should not kill you.

- I asked for the
furlough for two reasons.

- So that we could make a plan?

- That's one.

And so that if they do kill
me, you won't take revenge.

So, you kill 20 hurons or more,

and they will kill
delawares in return.

For what?

For me?

Now, there is no honor
in that, only revenge.

Honor is worthy, revenge is not.

- If they kill you,
I should forget?

- Innocent human
beings should not die.

- Innocent human
beings will not die!

There is honor in escaping!

Even the mingos recognize that!

- I understand.

I told them I would return.

I didn't tell them I
would return to die.

- Prepare to shoulder your fire.

Like, shoulder your fires, up!

Hurry, turn to
the right, the right.

Face.

- Nothing I said
could change his mind.

This code of honor
he carries is resolute.

I must try to help him, Katie.

For as little as I comprehend
this cruel world,

I know it is not right
that hawkeye should die

for having saved me.

- You could've become a huron,

but you are nothing but
a sheep of the Delaware,

lower than a woman.

- That may be, but
nothing's lower than a snake.

That puts you at the bottom.

- Show me how a white
man trembles, hawkeye.

- I don't tremble at
mosquitoes or vermin.

Why should you frighten me?

- I'm sorry, Mrs. pritchard,

but with the French
mobilizing in the north,

colonel Monroe has put every
soldier on immediate alert.

I can not spare any men to
go off looking for hawkeye.

- Captain, he saved my life.

- And I shall do the same
by asking you to remain

within the
confines of this fort.

- Don't kill him yet, gray hair.

- You throw better and
closer than these younger,

more foolish dogs.

You have my respect, gray hair.

- Chingachgook, perhaps
the hurons will show mercy.

After all, he kept his word.

- The wolf always howls.

A hog will always eat.

The mingos will seek vengeance.

- You mingos send
arrows that hit nothing.

A Delaware would
never be so blind.

- The daughter of the
Delaware stands firm.

Watch the coward
tremble when freed.

Let us watch his
blood cover the ground.

- Stop!

- My name is, uh,
Sarah pritchard.

I offer a ransom for hawkeye.

- Ravenoak, she has
nothing to do with this.

- The French man who lived
with your people attacked me

with no cause
and no provocation.

And this man saved my life.

I see no reason why
he should die for that.

- My sister, north wind,

now has a home
as cold as her name.

She is alone.

He is the reason for that.

What does a white woman know

about the suffering
of the huron?

- In all wars,

innocent people suffer.

My husband Thomas
was killed by the hurons.

I'll never see him again.

And I didn't have the
opportunity to say goodbye.

I know the loneliness I feel,

and in that, north wind and
I share the same suffering.

- It is reasonable to understand

the feelings for your husband,

but why would you come here

with the same
feelings for hawkeye?

- Because he is a good
and honorable man.

- He kept his word.

I agree with this woman.

I think hawkeye should live.

- No!

He is a coward!

Let him die like one!

- Now, let me see
how a huron trembles.

- Wait.

- It was
a violent sequence of events

which caused the path of
the huron woman, north wind,

to cross that of
Sarah pritchard's.

They were as different
as eagles and doves,

yet both were touched by the
same war in a similar fashion.

Sarah left the Hudson
valley along with Katie Travis.

They went in
search of a new life,

and I hope they found it.

They learned a few
things from the experience.

And to tell the
scriptured truth,

I learned something as well.

- You cheated!

You cheated!