All language subtitles for Hawkeye.S01E09.The.Warrior.480p.WEB-DL.DDP2.0.H.264-squalor

- It is late spring,

and my nephew is making his way

from Richmond to visit me.

He has always been my favorite.

The son I have
always wished for.

But anxious as I am to see him,

I fear for his safety.

For there are persistent
rumors of an attack

by the French.

- Well you tell that
French commander

I want more money next
time, 'cause it's not enough.

You understand what I'm saying?

- Yes.

- Alright.

What was that?

Kill him!

- Wait wait wait, come back!

- I'm deeply in your
debt, gentlemen.

- It's our pleasure to help.

- I did nothing to provoke them.

- It's your red waistcoat.

- They thought you
were a British soldier.

- Shall we find your horse?

- Right, here's the
troop movements.

- And here's your
money, sergeant.

- Andrew!

Andrew.

Oh thank Providence
you've arrived safely.

- Oh, you can thank
these men as well.

- Boy challenged some
hurons to a foot race.

- And he was losing.

- We decided to
aid in the outcome.

- Then I owe you once again.

Come, I want to hear
all the news from home.

- And in the fall,
Sally Whitfield

is to marry Prescott Turner.

- How can that be?

She's just a slip of a thing,

and Prescott must
weigh, what, 300 pounds?

- Well, I'm afraid
they've become

much more a matched
set since you last saw them.

- No.

- Mother will tell
you all about it

when she comes in the fall.

- Yes, when you
go off to Harvard.

- Yes.

I bought you a present.

- Oh
there was no need.

- Well why don't you open it?

- Thank you.

- So you doubt the two hurons

were an advanced party.

- We do, colonel.

- You seem awfully
sure of that, scout.

- We are.

- Care the explain why?

- No.

Anything else, colonel?

- No I think that's
quite sufficient.

Thank you, scout.

Sergeant Porter.
- Yes.

- The southeast vest
needs reinforcement.

A few new logs
should help sure it up.

That will be your
responsibility, sergeant.

- Yes sir.

- Tell me something,
chingachgook.

Why would two hurons
chase a young colt

like Andrew through the woods?

- Your words.

The red waistcoat.

- But there could have
been a whole brigade

of British right behind him.

Would you do
something that foolish?

- Hurons are not as
smart as delawares.

- True, but they're
not stupid, either.

- Hawkeye, is there
going to be a battle?

- So the gossip says.

- That's very exciting.

We don't have
battles in Virginia.

- Listen, when you
came upon the hurons,

what were they doing?

- Talking to someone.

- Another huron?

- No, a white man.

- A blue coat?

A French soldier?

- No coat at all
that I could see.

- Could you describe him?

- No, but I could
draw him for you.

- Why do you draw these plants?

- To study them.

- Are you going to grow them?

- No, just teach
people about them.

- Are
they gonna grow them?

- No, just so that
they know about them.

- Then what is the purpose?

- I've been asking myself

that same question
a great deal of late.

- You never saw both eyes?

- No.

- Well, at least it's a start.

Thank you, Andrew.

That's very nice work.

- Thank you.

- Are you boys
finished putting away

those blankets
and pickle barrels?

- Yes ma'am.
- Good.

- We thought we'd get
to know your nephew.

Sort of show him
around a little.

- Well that is very
thoughtful of you.

I think Andrew would
enjoy spending time

with young men his own age.

Thank you.

- Hello.

- I'm mckinney,
this here's peevey.

We work for your aunt.

- Delighted to meet you.

What are you doing?

- The game's called poker.

You know it?

- No.

- Be our pleasure to
show you how it's played.

We throw in a few coins,

just to keep it interesting.

- Alright.

- Put up two more.

Drinks all around!

- Hey!

- Well, there you are, hawkeye.

- Thank you, lad.

And may I offer my condolences?

- For what, sir?

- For the relative who passed on

and left one of
you this windfall.

- No, sir.

It weren't nothing
more than a rush

of good fortune at cards.

- Ah, well, then my
condolences to the loser.

- Not to worry,
Andrew can afford it.

- Mrs. shields' nephew?

- Come on, peevey.

Let's make sure
everyone has a tanker.

- Schooner of ale, miss.

And don't stop
serving 'til I tell you.

Hawkeye, you rapscallion.

- Bradstreet.

- What
are you doing here?

- A little scouting,
a little trapping.

How about yourself?

- Damn English
pressed us into service.

On account of an attack here.

And me with a crop to
be harvested in two weeks.

- Well if it's any help,

you and your men
will more than likely

see some fighting soon.

- Ah, it doesn't help at all.

- Attention all
military personnel.

Guzzle it down and
get back to barracks.

We got a long day
of training tomorrow.

And that includes militia.

- We just got here, sergeant.

Surely there's time
for a tankard of ale.

- I said move it, soldier.

- The hell with you.

You got no authority with me.

- Show you who's in charge.

- I suggests you
find another means

of showing your authority.

- And I suggest you
stay out of affairs

that are none of your concern.

- Be my pleasure.

Except for this lap full of ale.

- Not my problem, scout.

- It may become that.

- I'll worry about that
when the time comes.

And not a moment before.

- Front, march.

Through the hole.

Halt.

And about face.

Front, march.

Prepare to halt.

Halt.

Right about face.

- You make it
appear almost inviting.

- It is.

- I find little to admire

in the anticipation of
men to kill one another.

- I can see how you
might feel that way,

but a soldier, that's
what he lives for.

- I doubt he
looks forward to it.

- They must.

Life is most precious
at that moment

when one stands to lose it.

- We should view
life as precious

all of the time, Andrew.

- We should.

But we don't.

We simply go from
day to dreary day,

searching for
the point of it all.

Waiting instead of doing.

- Andrew, what are you saying?

- Aunt Elizabeth.

One of the reasons
that I came out here

is that I'm thinking of
giving up my studies.

Now my parents wouldn't
understand if I told them

so I was hoping that maybe
you could explain it to them.

- I thought you wanted
to be a naturalist.

- No, that's what
they've always wanted.

Do you not believe that one
should follow one's heart?

That one should
pursue one's passion,

no matter where it takes you?

- Yes, but that's
not always possible.

- Well what if it is?

Aunt Elizabeth, the one
career that fills me with fervor,

the one that I want to
pursue with all of my strength,

I want to join the militia.

And become a soldier.

- Ready men, halt.

Right rank, make, ready.

Present.

Fire.

Comrades, retire.

Quickly, gentlemen.

Right rank, make, ready.

Present.

Fire.

Right rank retire.

Quickly gentlemen, come
on, come on, come on.

Right rank, make, ready.

Present.

Fire.

Right rank, retire.

Right rank, make, ready.

Present.

Fire.

Right rank retire.

Right rank, make, ready.

Present.

Fire.

Right rank retire.

Quickly, gentlemen.

- I feel so foolish.

- Why?

You simply told the boy

to follow his own mind.

- But I should have known
what he was thinking.

- Yes, well the gift of visions

is most unusual
in a white woman.

- No, from the way his gaze
was fixed on the training.

- No matter, it's done.

- Well perhaps you can undo it.

- How exactly would
you have me do that?

- He looks up to you.

You could talk to him
and try to convince him

to resume his studies.

- No, he's following
his instincts.

That's how a man survives.

- Will you at least
keep an eye on him,

and make sure that he's
learning what he needs to know?

- Now that I would
be glad to do.

- Well it looks as if you've
had one devil of a day.

- You cannot begin to know.

Drilling, loading, firing,

more drilling,
passing inspection.

This soldiering, it's hard work.

- Now the thing for
you is a bit of relaxation.

- It'd do you more good to
get your mind off such things.

- Return to it
tomorrow, refreshed.

- And as long as
we have the cards,

you might as well take
back some of that money

we were so fortunate
enough to win last night.

- Perhaps you're right.

- Of course we are.

One pence anty, gentlemen.

- The most important
thing, gentlemen,

is to squeeze off the shot.

One thing you don't want
to do is jerk the trigger.

Because if you jerk it,

I guarantee you will miss

whatever you are aiming at.

Now you militia are well advised

to keep that in mind.

- I've never had any problem

hitting what I aim at.

- Really, settler?

And what would that be?

Some cow that's wandered
too far from the barn?

Or maybe it's the barn
itself you're aiming at.

- As fine a shot as
I have ever seen.

- Thank you, dinwiddie.

- Put a ball up in
that behind, he could.

- Then you've never
seen hawkeye shoot.

- Is that accurate, scout?

Are you as an
expert with a musket

as you are with a paddle?

- I've had some
success with both.

- Well then perhaps you
choose to display your talents.

- Shooting matches are a waste

of both time and munitions.

I don't seem to have an
unlimited supply of either.

- You wouldn't be a
bit fearful, would you?

- Only if embarrassing
you in front of your men.

- Or more likely of
embarrassing yourself.

- Well done, hawkeye!
- What do you think of that?

- Alright hawkeye.

- He's missed it clean.

- Not a chance.

Take a closer look.

- Hawkeye.

You've driven the
sergeant's down, same hole.

- Silence in the ranks.

- Shall we move
on or call it a draw?

- I will not deem one
fortunate shot a draw.

Let's find some nails and see

who can drive them closer.

Unless you think
that will take your luck

beyond its limits.

- Well, I can't deny
my share of luck.

But none of it
involves my musket.

Nails it is.

Well sergeant, you're first.

Show me the
level I must aim for.

- Higher than you
ever planned, scout.

- Well, definitely
high water mark.

- Improve on it, if you can.

- I can.

Well that should settle it.

- What's settled is that
your crafted weapon

is better than my
government-issue.

As with your skill against mine,

I find that matter unresolved.

- Well there's a
simple solution.

We'll trade weapons
and shoot at potatoes.

That should settle it.

- You ready, sergeant?

- I am.

- Good shot.

- Well, hawkeye.

Seems the best you
can do is another tie.

- You know, we could
be out here all afternoon

wasting food and musket ball.

I suggest we put an end to this.

Grab a second potato.

Andrew, is that
musket of yours loaded?

- It is.

- Please, come stand by me.

Now, give them a good high toss.

- Two potatoes!

- Nothing wrong with
your weapon, sergeant.

Nothing at all.

- I remember
how I envied my sister

when she gave birth to Andrew.

But I suddenly comprehend

what a terrible price
she paid for that child.

For when I think of
Andrew in danger,

the chill through my heart

can only be a
fraction of the dread

my beloved sister
has yet to live with.

All these years.

- Rear rank to the front.

Make ready.

Present.

Fire.

Rear rank to the front.

Make ready.

Present.

Fire.

Rear rank to the front.

Make ready.

Present.

Fire.

Reload.

Hardy, take those
buckets down to the river

and get us some water.

- Yes, sergeant.

- Bradstreet, you and
Zachary go with him.

- Yes, sergeant.
- Yes, sergeant.

- Rear rank to the front.

- Why don't you tell us
what you're doing here?

- Same as yourselves,
getting trained.

- Nothing about you
is the same as us.

Not your clothes, your
talk, all your manners.

- Well, we all want to
fight the French, don't we?

- I'm not interested
in fighting anybody.

I came here to
raise cows and corn.

As far as I'm concerned,

them fellas in the
fancy red uniforms,

they can do all the
fighting.

- The lord is my Shepherd.

I shall not want.

He maketh me to lie
down in green pastures.

He leadeth me
beside the still water.

He restoreth my soul.

He leadeth me in the
path of righteousness

for his name's sake.

Yay, though I walk
through the valley

of the shadow of
death, I shall fear no evil.

Thy rod and thy
staff, they comfort me.

Thou preparest a table before me

in the presence of mine enemies.

My cup runneth over.

Surely, goodness and
mercy shall follow me

all the days of my life.

And I shall dwell in the
house of the lord forever.

- You were outnumbered.

It was your only choice.

- No, there were
only four of them.

If I had stayed, it would
have been almost even,

but I ran.

- It was a reasonable
thing to do.

- No, just a cowardly one.

All I want is to be
gone from this place

before anybody
knows what I've done.

- Running away is never
an answer to anything.

- It is impossible for me
to face the people here.

- Well you'd better learn,

or you won't be able
to face them anywhere.

- And that would be my fate.

- I will not allow this.

- You cannot prevent it.

- I will go to colonel Monroe,

and demand that
you be restricted

to this fort for
your own safety.

- And then what?

You keep me here
for the rest of my life?

- Forgive me, but
you were the one

asking me to discourage
the lad from soldiering.

- Well I was wrong.

I have some reservations as to

how Andrew is going to react

the first time he
sees enemy fire.

- Sergeant Porter is training
him for the eventuality.

- Yes, but he gives
instruction to 20 men.

I think Andrew needs
something more

along the lines of,
well, private tutoring.

As usual, I am prepared to pay.

- As usual.

But I'm no teacher.

- But you've been in battle.

- Never by choice.

- You must have
gained some knowledge.

- Meaning I know
how to kill people?

- Yes.

- Is that what you
want him to learn?

- No, I want him to be
prepared to defend himself.

- Sometimes that means killing.

If I teach him,

you may not like the
way I send him back.

- That's a problem that
I will have to deal with.

Thank you.

- You said kill white
man, we kill white man.

- I told you to kill them all.

- We couldn't find the third.

- No matter.

I'll take care of it
during the attack.

Now, the southeast bastion
is the one under repair.

It's the best place to attack.

- My aunt put you up to this?

- She was concerned
that you might

be a bit skittish when
the French attack the fort.

There's nothing
unusual about that.

It happens to every
man the first time

he comes face to face
with the possibility of dying.

- Did it happen to you?

- Let's just say I've been aware

of my mortality
longer than most.

Now, you stand here.

Now, fire your weapon
into the brush there.

- Why?

- So we'll both
know it's unloaded.

- Should I reload it?

- Afraid you're not gonna
have enough time for that, son.

Use it like a club.

Block me with your rifle.

Block it now.

Very good.

Now what are you
gonna do about him?

- I think he's getting the idea.

- Now we'll just keep to it

'til it becomes
as natural for you

as drawing a tree or a bird.

- Tell me, what do
you know of poker?

- Enough to not play it.

- My knowledge is the
same as the delawares.

Save for this one thing.

There's always one
fool at the gaming table.

If you can't reckon
who it is, it's usually you.

- Then there's no hope.

I'll never win my money back
from peevey and mckinney.

- When they think you're a fool,

it is easier to fool them.

- How does that
help me with them?

- They wager a
certain way because

they believe you
don't understand.

But now you understand.

- Step aside, peevey.

- Be my pleasure to buy
you gentlemen a drink.

- It would be our
pleasure to drink it.

- A few pints, please.

- The militia paid you already?

- No, I had to borrow some money

from my aunt to tide me over.

- To your health.

- To yours as well.

- You know, there's an
empty table near the back.

We could amuse ourselves
with a game of cards.

- No, I don't think so.

You're so much better than I.

- No, we just had a run of luck.

- Besides, it wouldn't
be good manners

not to give you a chance
to win your chits back.

- Well alright.

In the name of good manners.

- So tell me, what
kind of a teacher

did you prove to be?

- No better than my pupil.

- But surely, no worse.

- Well that remains to be seen.

Tests will come when
there's real powder

un-shot in the muskets
that are aimed at him.

Elizabeth.

He'll be fine.

- Well I guess my money's in.

- Mine too.

- Three sevens.

- I've never seen
anything like it.

- It's like the devil himself
was playing your hands.

- No, it's just my luck
balancing out, that's all.

- More than
balancing out, I'd say.

Gonna have to ask miss
shields for an advance.

You think you could say
something to her on my account?

- Oh absolutely it
would be my pleasure.

- You'll be safer inside.

- No, I have to help.

- Sergeant, sir.

- Where are you going?

- I'm going out to muster
the rest of the men, sir.

- They'll find their
own way back.

You tend to the
ones inside the walls.

- Sir.

- Andrew.

- How'd they know to attack

the southeast bastion, sergeant?

Let's see how your aunt's doing.

- Open the gates.

- I can find no purpose
in the events of last night.

- You can take pride in the way

you performed under fire.

- How can I do that?

I was terrified.

- You saved my life.

- Only because I
feared your death

more than I fear my own.

- You can certainly
return home now.

- Not yet.

Not until I can
perform without fear.

The same manner of
power that hawkeye has.

- It's only the
power to destroy.

You've got something
else, something special.

The power to teach.

To leave footprints
for others to follow.

When I'm gone, I'll
leave no footprints.

You did very well, Andrew.

Very well.

- Andrew
went home two days later

to enroll at Harvard as planned.

He writes me that he
has found his calling.

That he wants to be a teacher.

As he puts it, to
leave his footprints

upon the minds
and lives of others

so that they may follow them.