All language subtitles for Centennial 01 Only The Rocks Live Forever Pt 2.eng

Can I use it?
Aye, I can use it.

But not with that wound.

My arm?

With my arm this way? No.
No, I cannot shoot now.

Did he wrap your gun this way?
Pasquinel?

Pasquinel, he wrapped it.

Buffalo hide.

Pasquinel, he wrapped
your gun to make it strong.

My shoulder? The same?

Yes. That's what he means.
Pasquinel, he said, "Shoulder."

Aye.

I suppose that is
what he was saying.

(ALL WHOOPING)

I shoot.

You shoot well.
Tr�s bien. Now you load.

Is it dry enough?

We'll soon see.

Lame Beaver just hit
the limb on that tree.

McKEAG: It's still there.

He'll take it off
next time.

There won't be a next time.

(GRUNTING)

(ALL CHEERING)

(IN ARAPAHO)
Flower.

(IN ARAPAHO)
Flower.

(IN ENGLISH)
How you say in English?

Flower.

Flower?
Aye.

A wee braw flower

for a wee braw lassie.

(LAUGHS)

Braw flower?
Aye.

Oh, pretty. I suppose
you'd best say pretty.

Pretty?
Aye.

Pretty flower.
Aye.

If you're going
to learn English,

you'd best learn it
the way the English speak it.

That way people
won't be turning up their nebs at you

like they do at me
from time to time.

Turn up their nebs?

Aye, nebs.
Oh, nose. Nose.

You'll learn
to call it nose.

Nose.

And these are your ears.

Ears.

And your hair.

Hair.

And your eyes.

Eyes.

Eyes.

And this?

Lips.

Lips.

You're beautiful.

Beautiful?

We'd better get back.

Beautiful.

Means pretty?

Aye.

Like the flower?

You think I'm pretty?

We'd better go.

Red Beard,

I think you pretty, too.

Clay Basket, I...

We have to go.

You teach me more?

(STAMMERING)
I'll teach you more tomorrow.

Tomorrow.

Tomorrow.

I know tomorrow.

Tomorrow will be beautiful.

Aye.

Aye.

Tomorrow will be beautiful.

(GIGGLES)

(BIRDS CAWING)

Your father is quite a chief.

No. He's not
a chief.

Well, he got
all those horses

and did all those things
and he's not a chief?

He did not want
to be a chief.

Why?

(SPEAKING ARAPAHO)

(IN ARAPAHO)
Why isn't he a chief?

Aye. Why isn't he a chief?

He doesn't like feathers.

What?
What about feathers?

(IN ENGLISH)
He doesn't like them.

I don't understand.

A long time ago,
my father got horses for Our People.

Aye, the first horses
for your tribe.

But he could not
keep the horse he wanted.

Why not?

It was given to a chief.

But he got them himself.
You told me, 19 of them.

Aye.

How could the chief
take the horse your father wanted?

He was chief.

Oh, so now your father
won't be chief.

Never.
I see.

It isn't the feathers
he doesn't like,

it's the men who wear them.

Tell your mother
there are men like that in every tribe.

(SPEAKING ARAPAHO)

And tell her
I think your father is the chief anyway.

A big chief.

(SPEAKING ARAPAHO)

(GIGGLES)

Pasquinel.

(SPEAKING ARAPAHO)

(IN ARAPAHO)
Tell Pasquinel my heart is sad to see him leave.

(IN ENGLISH) Pasquinel,
my father sad you go.

Well, mon ami, I see
you have her English as tongue-tied as your own.

(LAUGHS)

Tell him that I sad to go,
but I come back when the leaves change.

Red Beard, too?

Red Beard,
are we partners?

Aye.

They are sad to leave, too,
but they will come back when the leaves change color.

Will they bring their wives?

Ask them!

(IN ARAPAHO)
I don't know how to ask that.

Comprends?

He wants to know
about our wives.

Wives?

If they'll come with us
next time.

No, no, no. My wife,
she stays in Montreal.

(IN ARAPAHO) Pasquinel,
his wife stays in Montreal.

Montreal? Is it far away?

Far away. Far enough.

(LAUGHING)

(IN ARAPAHO)
Montreal is many miles north.

(IN ENGLISH)
And you, Red Beard?

I have no wife.

What did he say?

He said he has no wife.

A man must have a wife

to give him
the best gifts of all.

He said a man must
have a wife to give him the best gifts of all.

Tell him he has
a beautiful family

and he should be
proud of them.

(IN ARAPAHO)
Your family is beautiful.

Now we go.

Good hunting.

It will be good
because of Pasquinel.

Mon ami.

Six bales, mon ami.

Our share will
make us rich men.

Is it true what you said?

Qu'est-que c'est?

About having a wife.

Is she in Montreal?

Non. Detroit.

Even good friends shouldn't
know everything about a man, n'est-ce pas?

All right.
No more questions.

(SINGING IN FRENCH)

LAME BEAVER:
Clay Basket.

(IN ENGLISH)
They will return.

Pasquinel is a brave man.

But I do not believe him,
what he says about his woman.

He will need a good woman
when he returns.

I would welcome him
into my family.

You hoped I would
say the Red Beard?

Yes.
No.

It is Pasquinel
you will marry.

When I am gone,
he will take care of you.

But Father,
you will not go for many years.

There are many changes.

The Pawnee are trading
for more guns.

The Utes are coming
out of the mountains to live like us,

and these white men,
they're only the first.

More will come
to trade for beaver

and with them
they'll bring change.

What kind of change?
I don't know.

Pasquinel, he will know
and he will protect you.

Pasquinel,
he can be trusted.

(GRUNTING)

Make sure Bockweiss
gets these pelts.

JOE: Pasquinel!

Joe Bean. Kentucky.

(SPEAKING FRENCH)

Well, I'm doing all right,
but not that good.

How far up
did you get?

La Cache la Poudre.

La Cache la Poudre.
The big mountains?

That's some doing.
Any trouble?

Well, there's always trouble,
n'est-ce pas?

In the high mountains
there are the Utes,

but still the worst
are the Pawnee.

That's where I met my partner
on the Missouri.

He was taking on
a whole war party all by himself.

A whole war party?

Nine braves were stealing
peltries from a pirogue called the Sainte-Genevi�ve.

The Genevieve. I heard tell
another boat picked her up.

All the men
had been massacred.

The Pawnee were
already lifting scalps when I saw him

right in the middle
attacking them all.

I dropped three
from long range with my rifle,

but he was right in the middle
with just his knife.

Hand to hand?

By the time I tried to
reload for the fourth,

he had killed the last one.

Regardez.
A tomahawk right there.

And still he continued
fighting with only one hand.

I was wondering
why you partnered up.

I guess that tells
the whole story.

Joe Bean. Kentucky.

What is it they call you?
Alexander McKeag.

Where you from?

Scotland.
And La Cache la Poudre.

MAN: Pasquinel!

(LAUGHS)

Whiskey!

Whiskey for my friend
Joe Bean from Kentucky,

and my partner.

Where've you been,
Pasquinel?

I've been to
the other end of the river

and now I'm going
to drink my way back.

(ALL CHEERING)

(MEN SINGING)

(ALL CHEERING)

You Pasquinel?

Pasquinel, oui.
What are you drinking?

Nothing you buy.

Then you're in
the wrong place,

because today,
I buy everything this man sells.

(ALL CHEERING)

Yeah, with blood money.

(SPEAKING FRENCH)

Do I know you?

I know you.

You're a liar and a coward.

I know we have
never met before.

You murdered my brother.

Your brother?

And three good men
that ride the Saint Genevieve.

Oh, The Sainte-Genevi�ve.
It was attacked by the Pawnee.

Pawnee nothing.

It was you and
that burr-tongued partner of yours.

Why would we attack
white men and scalp them? What for?

You know damned good
and well what for.

My memory fails me.
Why don't you tell me?

Why didn't you
wash the furs?

Because what belongs
to another man is of no interest to me.

Now, I want to
buy you a drink,

in honor of
your brave brother.

And if he was
an honest trader,

he was my brother, too.

You go to hell!

In due time.

Joe Bean!

Here is to new profits
and to new partners.

Are you sure you're
completely healed, Alexander?

Aye.

I just can't imagine
an experience like that.

How about you,
Pasquinel?

That arrowhead
bother you at all?

No.

What arrowhead?

The one the Pawnee planted
in his back last year.

The one that brought me
to the good doctor and brought us all together.

For many years.

(SPEAKING GERMAN)

How long could a man survive
in a land like that?

(SPEAKING FRENCH)

Only the rocks live forever.

What?

It's a saying of
the Indians on the plains.

"Only the rocks live forever."

None of us will live forever,

so it matters not
how long you live, but how.

(SPEAKING FRENCH)

(SPEAKING FRENCH)

They tell me you have
a wife in New Orleans.

New Orleans?

(SCOFFS) This town...

I'd better get back
to the Indians.

Here.

The ingots have melted.

That is how you
shape them, huh?

Ja. The molds.

When you're on the plains,
you have a woman there?

An Indian woman?

I mean,
I have heard some men do.

It's a natural thing,
I suppose.

I suppose.
How long does it take?

Until they cool.

Tomorrow these will be ready.

So, then, you do not?

What's that?

Oh, the Indian woman? No, no.

McKeag is the only one
who shares my canoe.

He sounds like
quite a fellow.

But he does not
say much, though, does he?

That's why I let him
share my canoe.

It seems to me

a man with a good business
like you ought to marry.

What you file off,
you use again?

Ja.

I have been planning
on it again myself.

What's that?

Get married.

Oh.

But a good woman
is not an easy thing to find.

A woman like Lise?

Lise.

Ja, ja,
my Lise is a fine woman.

You have noticed, ja?

It'd be hard for
a man not to notice.

I'm glad to hear you say that.

It's easy to say...

You're buffing.
Is that right?

Ja.

And these tools here,
they're for the etching?

Ja.

Such small tools
in such big hands.

What you do is
really remarkable.

Pasquinel,

let me be frank.

I sell a piece like this
for a lot of money.

I'm going to be
a very wealthy man.

I can afford to be
very generous with Lise.

(SPEAKING FRENCH)

(IN ENGLISH)
I don't understand.

You would have
a fixed home here.

A fixed home is something,
Pasquinel.

(LAUGHS)

Monsieur Bockweiss,
why would Lise want me?

I will never be anything
but what I am, a coureur.

Damn it,
do not play dumb with me.

You know she is
interested in you, and so do I.

Now, I am telling you

that as your partner
I would be very happy to...

That is, should you
at some point in time

wish to join my family,

I would have
no objection whatsoever.

You are a good father,
monsieur.

Hermann.

Hermann,
you are a good friend to suggest that

something like that
would be possible.

We could have the wedding
before you go back to the plains.

You said, "In time."

And you said none of us
lives forever.

The Indians know
more about life than any of us maybe, huh?

Huh?

Perhaps.

NARRATOR: At the end of
the 18th century,

the Indians of
the Great Plains were sovereigns of their world.

The horse had allowed them
to ride into a new life

in the formerly forbidding
heart of the open grasslands.

While Lame Beaver
continued to refuse

all offers to sit
among a council,

he was respected above all
other members of his tribe

because they remembered
it was his courage that first gave them the horse.

A man's wealth
and his family's social standing

were now determined
by the amount of horses he owned.

And every young Indian boy
knew that if he became

a skilled warrior and hunter,

he would acquire
many horses of his own

and live a life of
dignity and respect

like the old man
called Lame Beaver.

Lame Beaver was
53 years old as the century was drawing to a close.

By the standards
of his time, he was already old.

Not even the new power
the gun brought him as a warrior and hunter

could replace other powers
he would be losing soon.

He knew his time
was almost over,

but he had no way of
knowing that an ancient culture at its zenith

had little more
time left than he.

(ARAPAHOS CHANTING)

(DRUMS BEATING)

The Plains Indians
of the year 1800 were a contented people.

The horse had been
their salvation,

the buffalo was the basis
of their existence.

From its many parts
came almost everything necessary to daily life.

It provided food,
clothing, shelter, weapons,

and a source of industry
that kept bodies strong and minds healthy.

It was a time to be enjoyed.

There was no need to worry
about the future,

and the young people could
take pride in the past.

(IN ENGLISH)
Father, tell me about the horses.

How you were
the first one to get them.

(IN ENGLISH)
That was a long time ago.

Did you really visit
the sun before you raided the Comanche?

Could a man do
something like that alone?

I wish I could have
seen you bring them into camp.

Was it exciting, Mother?

(IN ENGLISH) It was
the most exciting thing we'd ever known.

BLUE LEAF: The bravest thing
any warrior had ever done,

and he was only 17 summers.

He walked far to the south

where the Comanche
were hunting buffalo.

Our people could not
follow the buffalo as far as the other tribes

and we were not
as powerful in war

because we had no horses.

Your father knew that
we must get horses or our tribe would die,

but no other warriors
would go with him

because they knew
if they were caught by the Comanche,

they would die
a terrible death.

Man Above,
I am one of Our People.

Help me.

(HORSE NEIGHING)

(HORSE WHINNYING)

(SHOUTING)

(YELLS)

(WHOOPING)

(YELLING)

(MEN WHOOPING)

(WHOOPING)

(SHOUTING)

(ALL CHEERING)

Comanche!

(SPEAKING ARAPAHO)

BLUE LEAF:
It was so bold and so daring

that even the Comanches
saluted him for his courage.

(ALL WHOOPING)

When I saw him
return to camp,

I knew it was
the greatest thing I would ever see.

He had brought the horses
no one else could get,

the horses we could
not go on without.

He had given us our lives.

And I have never known
a prouder moment

than when he put me
on one of them.

The one he would
give to my brother,

so that we could
share a life together.

And you were
only 17 summer.

The other braves
must have... We need new lodge poles.

They'll last another season.

They've been dragged
for many miles. They're growing short.

Maybe we could use new ones.

Maybe? Look at them!

We should have traded for them
when we were in the north.

Trade for what, a horse?
I'd never trade a horse.

I'll find poles.
The best poles.

(GROANS)

BLUE LEAF: What is it?

Are you all right?

Leave me alone.

Blue Leaf.

I'm not angry with you.

Clay Basket thinks it's her

because she asked you
to tell the story.

No. I just broke
another tooth. See?

Does it hurt?

What hurts is getting old.

Each year for you is
another one for me, too.

Remember when we had
no horses?

We moved so slowly then,
only with the dogs.

We moved so slowly,
and life seemed so long.

LAME BEAVER:
I remember when I was a boy,

I thought I'd never grow old.

I thought I'd never be
old enough to be a warrior.

(IN ENGLISH) Sit.

When your body must work,
make it work.

When it needs rest,
give it rest.

Where is the river?

Have you looked around you?
Yes.

Then take a second look.

A longer look.

I don't see anything.

What are those?

Just swallows.

(LAUGHS) That's right.

Just swallows.

But swallows must
have water every day. Doves, too.

So you watch for them.

If their mouths were empty,
they were flying toward water.

If they had mud in them,
they were flying from water.

Do you know
which way the water is?

That way.

You saw the mud
in their mouths from here?

You didn't ask me that.

You only asked if I knew
which way the water is.

Look closely
at everything.

Watch the animals
to learn their secret ways.

The deer will teach you
how to go without water for a long time.

The hawk will teach you
how to strike swiftly without missing.

The coyote, how to keep
from being captured.

The rattlesnake,
how to keep from being seen.

Which one teaches you
how to make fire?

Only man.

And he is the most
dangerous animal you will ever know.

More dangerous
than a mountain lion?

Much more.
Why?

Because he knows
what you know.

LAME BEAVER:
That was a long time ago.

A lifetime ago.

You've made my life
a good one.

Tomorrow I'll make us
the best tepee in the village.

I'll find poles in
the Blue Mountain.

Poles that are
tall and straight.

The Blue Mountain?
The Utes are there.

I'm not afraid of the Utes.

Just because a man
breaks a tooth

is no reason to change
the way he lives, is it?

No.

There have been Ute here
hunting beaver.

Over there.

We can take them.

We're here for lodge poles,
not scalps.

Is that the man
who raided the Comanche for horses talking?

A man of many coups?

It is a man who lived
long enough to tell the stories himself.

We'll wait here
in the shadows until they leave,

then we'll find our poles
among the tall spruce.

NARRATOR: It was
in this mountain valley

that Lame Beaver made
a discovery that would have an impact

on the whole world
a half a century later.

But at the time
he had no way of knowing the value other men

might put upon
the shining rocks he held in his hand.

What is it?

Bullets
I don't have to melt.

(MUSIC PLAYING)

SE�ORA ALVAREZ:
Will you give up trading now?

No, se�ora.

But with a family...

It's all that I know.

Merci.

Well, perhaps you might
learn to be a silversmith.

After all, we have
the finest teacher here in St. Louis.

(LAUGHS)

He would make a good pupil.

But I cannot
get him interested.

Because it's a talent
that I don't have.

Se�or, you must have
a very special talent.

Lise could have chosen
any man in the city and she chose you.

Because she wanted
someone to look up to.

Papa.

Excuse me, Pasquinel.
Oui.

I'll be right back.

Alexander,
will you dance with me?

Oh, I cannot dance.

I will teach you.

It is my wedding.

Monsieur Pasquinel?

Oui?

I say it is very exciting
to know you are civilizing the Indians.

Civilizing them?

Well, I pray to God
I'm never guilty of that.

But that is what you do,
is it not? No, no.

You introduce them
to our ways?

I am a trader.
Gracias.

I trade beaver, madame.

(SPEAKING SPANISH)

(IN ENGLISH)
Surely you are too modest.

You must admit that you are
an emissary for our cultures.

And if the Indian is to learn,

he must learn
from men like yourself.

(CLEARS THROAT)

Monsieur, you may ask
my father-in-law, I am not...

I'm not a modest man.

But there is nothing
I can teach the Indian that he needs to know.

Why is that?

Because he lives
with nature.

He's been taught
to become a part of nature.

Yes, but still they are
totally uneducated.

No, no, no.

Uneducated in our world,
but not in theirs.

Well, are they so different?

What time is it?

(SPEAKING SPANISH)

The time, do you have it?

(SPEAKING SPANISH)

It is ten of four.

Is that important to you?

Is that important
to any of you?

Well, I thought you asked.

I did. But an Indian wouldn't.

He has no clocks
because he sees no need to schedule his life.

And he does not believe that
what a man does in a day

by so many hours
is a real measure of his worth.

No, no.
He does what he does.

It takes as long as it takes,

and no one does it
better than the Indian.

No, no one here can
teach the Indian anything that is important to him.

You may be forgetting
one thing, my son.

They are heathens.

They build no churches,

they write no sacred books,

but everything about
the Indians centers around his religion.

A pagan religion.

Sacrifices, bloodletting.

Didn't Christ himself
die on the cross,

and wasn't that God's will?

That was a unique act,
Pasquinel.

To save the world.

Theirs is a unique world.
It needs no saving.

Just relax.

(STAMMERING) I cannot.
Of course you can.

Just glide with the music
and listen to the rhythm.

(STAMMERING)
I'm sorry, I cannot.

All right, Alexander.

Oh, thank you.

To friendship.

Did Pasquinel tell you
that there would always be

a room here for you
whenever you are in St. Louis?

Oh, no, I...

That's one "no"
I will not accept from you, Alexander McKeag.

Our home is your home.

Unless you have plans
of your own you're not telling us about.

No.

No, you will not
accept our offer?

Or no, you have
no plans of your own?

No, I... I mean, I...

Alexander,
I think there's something you're keeping from us.

No.

There must be
someone somewhere.

Well...

I knew it.

Here or in Scotland?

Here.

In St. Louis?
No.

Where then?

Can you keep a secret?

Forever.
Me, too.

Alexander,
that's not fair.

It's just I don't suppose
I should be telling others

till I've had a chance
to tell her first.

That's fair.

And I know whoever she is,

she'll be as happy
as I am today.

I'd better go
rescue Pasquinel.

He takes a bit of that
from time to time.

Now he will have both of us
to take after him.

SE�ORA ALVAREZ:
Is it true they have more than one wife?

Se�ora?

I've heard they keep
more than one wife. Is that true?

If they need them,

and if the woman
needs a husband.

And if the other wives
are happy for it.

They work hard.

More hands
makes the work easier.

I don't know.
I don't think I understand that kind of thinking.

People understand
what they want to understand.

Like me.

I don't understand
why you're dancing with that skinny Scotman

when you could be
dancing with me.

(ALL LAUGHING)

Regardez, McKeag,
regardez.

Fascinating man.

Why?
Because he fights Indians?

Because he understands them.

He should, my dear.
He's part Indian himself.

Oh, yes. Didn't you know?
He's Mandan. He's from Montreal.

By the way,
I have heard that he has a wife there, too.

(ALL CHANTING)

(DRUMS BEATING)

Do you know why they dance
in a circle?

When I was little,
I thought it was to keep warm by the fire.

All of life is a circle.

The dancers start there,
the south,

which represents the source
from which we are born.

Then we move to the left,
through youth,

toward the sunset in the west.

And night falls
as we draw close to the cold north,

where the white hairs are.

To show us that all life is
night and day, good and bad.

Father, I know.

If we live on,
we find the source of light to the east,

and with it
we find understanding.

The understanding that
teaches us now to prepare for the end of life.

Then we return
to where we began.

Giving back our life
to all life,

our flesh to
where it started from.

Think about this.

And the more you think
about it, the more meaning you'll find in it.

Mother?

St. Louis ends here.

We've said goodbye.

I know, but...

Make certain this old man
keeps working.

I'm going
to make him a god.

God Bockweiss, who makes
his silver pipes in heaven

but only for Pasquinel.

I will be working.

Come back.

I always come back.

Bonjour, mon ami.

It looks like
a great year for beaver.

Are you all right?

I did not think
I would feel this way.

I think that is natural.

Especially now,
since you're going to be a grandfather.

What? What?

That's wonderful.

BOCKWEISS: Does he know?

I could not tell him.
Lise.

I want him back.

He should not be going.

He will always be going.
Do you not know that, Papa?

If he has a family...

He'll always be going.

That is what he is,
what he does.

I do not want
to change that.

I've heard there were others
who have tried.

Those are unfounded rumors.
They are lies.

Perhaps.

All I know is that I love him

and I want him
to know how much.

If he comes back and sees
I did not try to stop him,

I think he will know.

I want you to know

I do not understand
that kind of thinking.

Maybe we only understand
what we want to understand, huh, Papa?

(GASPS)

Lame Beaver.

I'll get you,
Lame Beaver.

I used to watch your mother
on mornings like this.

You're even more beautiful
than she was then.

I don't think so.

No, this is my work.
Not today.

Have I ever told you
why we named you Clay Basket?

(CHUCKLING)
Many times.

We were in the north,
following the bison.

A Dakota trader
brought out a splendid basket made by a Cree.

It looked like it was woven,
but it was made of clay. And your mother loved it.

She wanted it
above all other things.

Father, I know the story.

You must not forget it.

You must not forget
that I bought that basket

for your mother
with a bison robe.

A robe she'd worked on
for many months to make it soft.

It was a good robe,

and I traded it
for the basket.

The clay basket
your mother loved so much and for which you're named.

Father...
And all the other stories, too.

The ones your mother
painted on the robe for me,

the ones we told you
about our life together,

about the wild duck that
lived in the cottonwoods,

and the tame elk that stayed
in the camp in the north,

and all the other stories.

You must not forget them,
or they will die.

Father, where's Mother?

I've looked for her.

She's gone to be alone.

Why?

To think.

To make herself ready.

Oh, no.

That's why you told me
again about the dance, too, isn't it?

You are my child.

You must remember
everything,

or your children
will never know how it was with us.

You're going to war?

The Pawnee have
stolen a child. She must be returned.

Let the young men go.

The young men are
afraid of the Pawnee.

You can't go.

The girl may be dead.
Why should you die, too?

We must know.

And the Pawnee must know
that Our People will not

let them do
such things to us.

Father...
If I've been a good father,

you know the end
must come for us all.

And you remember what I said
about the white man Pasquinel.

When I'm gone,
he'll take care of you.

You don't have to go.

What about Mother?

Who'll take care of her
if you go?

Your mother is a woman.

She knows her end
as well as I know mine.

Oh, Father.

Who is Man Above?

Man Above is a creator.

Higher than all people
and all the universe.

He has no beginning
and no end.

Is he good?

He is all good.

Then why do we fight
other men?

Because there is
evil in men, too.

You pray every morning?

Our tepees face
the morning sun

to remind us we must
give thanks every day.

What if there's no reason
to give thanks?

Then the fault
is in yourself.

LAME BEAVER:
I'll pray with you tomorrow.

GRAY WOLF: No.

You must meet the morning sun
and the great silence alone.

It prepares your mind
to face the day.

It makes you thoughtful
in all things.

Man Above,

I have done
all I can do.

(SINGING IN FRENCH)

The charge will be
heaviest there.

I will wait there
for the great chief Rude Water

and I will shoot him dead.

The Pawnee will panic,
and we'll have the girl.

Go now.
Man Above is with us.

Go!

(SHOUTING IN PAWNEE)

(ALL WHOOPING)

(HORSE NEIGHING)

(GRUNTING)

(ALL CHEERING)

(ALL WHOOPING)

(ALL CHANTING)

(DRUMS BEATING)

Mother, your things.

They are mine no more.

Your basket!

(SCREAMS)

Get away!

PASQUINEL: Burial.

Up there?

So the spirit can escape
into the wind and the clouds.

He was a great warrior.

How do you know?

The ponytail.

They kill a great man's
favorite horse

so his spirit
won't have to walk.

The stake and the thongs.

He died in combat,

as brave a death
as possible.

McKEAG: And it just
stays up there like that?

Nature will claim it
in time.

As she does everything.

Mother.

Mother.

Mother?

Mother.

You don't have to
stay out here.

It must be.

There's room on my robe
in your brother's tepee.

He did not ask me in,
and it's not your right to ask.

He won't want you
to stay out here.

He has no choice.

I do.

And I'm staying with you
wherever you are.

No, sweet one.

You have a life to live.

And mine is over.

He didn't have to
kill himself that way.

He didn't have to
leave you like this.

We talked.

I knew what would come.

It was this way
for my mother, too.

But why?

It makes no sense.

Does it make more sense
for us to grow old

and burden those who need
their strength to survive?

I can't leave you.

I won't leave you.

You must stay warm
and you must stay well.

And when the white man
comes,

you must go with him
as your father said.

And you must
have his children,

and you must remember
all the stories

so they will know
who they are.

You remember who you are.

You are the daughter
of a very brave man.

A man of many coups.

He was a fool.

He was what I said.

And what you will say
to your children and they to theirs.

In that way,

he will go on living

and bring meaning
to their lives as well.

That's all
we can ever do.

Any of us.

(SOBBING) Yes, Mother.

Yes.

Rude Water dead.

Dead? How?

Arapaho make war.

Big devil Lame Beaver
stake self out,

shoot Rude Water.

Lame Beaver?
What happened to him?

We kill him.

But his medicine strong.
He count many coup before he died.

That scaffold by the river.

(SPEAKING FRENCH)

(IN ENGLISH)
How long ago this fight?

Just before snow.

Not long.

(SPEAKING FRENCH)

(IN ENGLISH)
We should have started earlier.

You think you could've
stopped them? I could've tried.

You give Lame Beaver gun?

I trade gun for beaver.

Same as Rude Water.

You trade yellow bullets, too?

Yellow bullets?

Only reason Lame Beaver
kill Rude Water.

Well, that looks like...

It is.

(IN ARAPAHO) Mother.

Mother?

Mother?

(IN ARAPAHO) Mother?

(IN ARAPAHO)
Go back.

Back.

Bonjour, mon ami.

Another long night
for you, too, huh?

Sweet savior.

Damn.

It's Blue Leaf.

How could that happen?

What's she doing out here?

She is no longer
the wife of a warrior.

She has no right
to a tepee of her own.

What?
It's their law.

Without a son or a brother
willing to take her in,

she has no home.

She is allowed to keep
is what she has on her back.

That's bloody inhuman!

She knew
it would happen.

What about her daughter?

Oui, the girl,
she would know.

Know?
About the gold. Where her father found it.

That's not what I meant.
I meant what did they do to her?

She is young and strong,
she'll bear the grandchildren of a great warrior.

She'll have plenty of men
after her.

She could even have
a husband already.

What should we do with her?

Leave her.

They will lay her to rest with
her sewing kit and awl cases

like they did him
with the weapons.

Let's find the girl.
What's her name?

Clay Basket.
Oui, Clay Basket.

She is with my father now.

It is good.

And you?

You're all right?

Aye.

Clay Basket,

I gave your father
the gun.

Do you know
where he got his bullets?

Pasquinel.

Ask her.

(IN ARAPAHO) Do you know
where your father got the bullets for his gun?

(IN ARAPAHO) Bullets?

Aye.

Where? Ask her where.

(IN ENGLISH) I make.

You? You made the bullets?

(IN ARAPAHO) Bullets.

(IN ENGLISH)
Aye. I make bullets.

The yellow ones?

Yellow?
Like these.

No.
But they came from the gun.

My father's gun?
Oui.

They came
from your father's gun. Where did he get them?

I not see.

I not know.
But he say to me...

Oui? He said?

(SPEAKING ARAPAHO)

He just told her
how much it meant to him

and to the tribe for you
to give him the gun.

That's all?

(IN ARAPAHO)
That's all he said to you?

He told me
you would come back.

(IN ENGLISH)
He told her we'd come back.

And when you did,
he wanted me to go with you, if it pleases you, Pasquinel.

What?

He told me it would
make him proud if I would belong to Pasquinel.

What did she say?

McKeag?

He told her
he wanted her to go with you.

Avec moi?

To be your wife.

Pasquinel, I wonder...

I mean,
since you're already...

I mean,
since there's no way...

Mon ami, I don't think
you understood what she said.

Her father told her
to go with me.

He know I would
take care of her. I heard.

But Bockweiss
asked you first... Bockweiss is in St. Louis.

What about Lise?

He'll take care of her.
He will always take care of her.

Tell her I am proud
to have her for my wife.

For the gold,
you mean.

That's it, isn't it?
The gold.

You think she knows
where it is.

Tell her.

(IN ARAPAHO) Pasquinel,
he doesn't want me?

Pasquinel says
you make him proud.

Red Beard?

Aye?

(IN ENGLISH)
Arm good?

Aye. My arm is fine.

NARRATOR: The Indians said,

"Pasquinel,
he can be trusted. "

It came to be
a passport of safety for the coureur de bois

and his partner
Alexander McKeag.

But McKeag began to wonder
how much the Indians had really known about Pasquinel.

Had they confused
courage with honor?

Still, the young Scot
could not leave

the only friend
he'd ever known

and the only woman
he'd ever wanted.

He only knew
one thing for certain.

It would be a hard winter.

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