All language subtitles for Eyes.Of.Fire.1983.1080p.BluRay.AC3.DD2.0.H264.UK.Sub_eng

- Who are you?

Where are your mothers and fathers?

And what are you doing here?

What happened to you?

- Magic.

It was magic.

We almost died in that valley.

- What valley?

- Where the devil witch lives.

Leah saved us.

-Leah?

Who is Leah?

- The Queen of the Forest.

- Look, here you are
hundreds and hundreds of miles

from your home.

This is French territory.

You should not be here.

And there are no adults.

We found you under very
unusual circumstances.

You talk of witches...

Which I do not believe.

Now, I want you to start at the beginning

and tell me the truth.

- We were living in Dalton's Ferry,

it's on the Allegheny River.

My father was away trapping
the time that it started.

He was away a lot, my father.

I guess my mother got tired of
waiting for him to come home.

So she moved in with Will Smythe and Leah,

and brought me with her.

And everyone in town knew that Will Smythe

was in that cabin with
more than one woman.

The trouble started as
soon as we moved in.

- They're coming! I
tell you they're coming!

- Indeed?

And who is it that'll be coming, Calvin?

- Andrew... Rachel, the whole nasty bunch!

- And What have we done? Not a damn thing!

- I know, Eloise! But they're coming!

- Well, it's none of
their bloody business!

Fanny, Fanny, get up!

- I'm up.

- It's all right, Leah, it's all right.

Get dressed. Get dressed, Leah.

Oh no, not this!

Now, Leah...

Help me, Calvin!

Help me! Grab her, Calvin!

Hold her!

- Mama, what are they gonna do?

- Please! Let her be!

- Let her be? Like that?

I don't know what they'll do, Will!

- Neither do I.

- Will.

- Mama!

- Clothe that woman.

- You do it!

- Give me that rope!

- I knew it was coming.

Mama and the new preacher
making longing eyes

and meeting in dark places.

It was a sin we'd all be
paying for soon enough,

a thousand times over.

If only my father had been
there, and stopped it all.

- We brought you here to preach!

- As a preacher and a school master,

not as a sinning adulterer!

- Seal the house and burn it!

- Jule!

Jule!

Jule!

Jule!

Jule!

They had a trial! They
burned Will's house!

- Jule.
- They're going to hang him.

- Let them.

- Margaret, you don't understand!
- Stay out of it, Jule!

It's a mistake! Don't get
mixed up in his troubles!

Jule! What about the others, Jule?

We have to live here!

What about Marion? Jule!

Jule!

- Papa, Mama
always arguing about Mr. Will,

gave me big worries.

- Move, get it over with.

- What are you bringing us here for?

We've done nothing!

- Don't false mouth me, Eloise.

You know what you've done.

And you, Will Smythe,

are guilty of polygamy and adultery.

- It's not true! He's not married to her!

- He brought her here.

- And my husband left me.

- A lie and you know it.

Marion's in the woods trapping
to keep a roof over your head.

- And that one!

A child of the Lord?

God's special gift?

Speaker of the tongue of the Hebrews?

She's bewitched!

- She's a woman of the devil,

and you, you're his lusting brother!

- Will! No!

- Do it!

- No!

- Drop those guns!

- Shot too soon, Andrew.

- Anybody moves, I'll
shoot him for certain!

- Keep it on him, Sister.

They say he was blessed.

I never saw anyone so lucky as him.

His guardian angel was always there,

no matter what sort of rude
business he got himself into.

No one even looked that
surprised when the rope broke.

Like they knew it was
impossible to defeat him.

They just stared at him,

waiting to see what he would do.

- Friends.

My friends, I'd be lying if I
said you weren't good people.

I knew that the moment
I stepped off the ferry.

Everyone helping with Leah.

Rachel, you brought us all
our meals that first week.

Dalton's Ferry is a good town.

I even thought it might
be the promised land.

The sad truth is that all,

all you good people
won't be coming with me.

With us, with us to a real promised land!

I wish you could all
come with me, with us...

And I'm sorry, so sorry that
we are forced to appropriate...

Uh, take your generous town's providings.

But the Lord giveth and He taketh away.

I'm sure you've heard it said
before, because it's true.

The deity moves in mysterious ways.

And a man does as he is forced to do.

- Come on, Fanny, hurry!

Jewell!

- Mama and the others locked everybody

in town in the smokehouse, and
took anything they wanted

and loaded it on the town's ferry boat.

We stole that, too.

- It's not a problem of the haves!

It's a problem of you
wanting to bring too much!

We don't have the room!

- Why in heavens name

are we bringing all these ducks?

- Mr.
Will said we'd start

our own settlement in the promised land.

He said if we just floated down
the river, it would find us.

Mama said it was true.

And Mr. Jewell and Mr.
Calvin believed him.

I guess, 'cause Mr. Will was nice to them,

passing out the compliments
and such as that.

But they didn't know where we were going

or what would happen to us.

We passed through the
mountains and into New France,

Shawnee Indian territory.

That didn't bother anyone either.

Mr. Calvin brought Sister,
that was his wife's name,

and Meg, that was their granddaughter.

Calvin just set in his rocker all day.

He was the first to die.

It was Margaret and Jewell
that brought Cathleen.

She was their daughter.

My mother was a different person,

spending all of her time
lusting with Mr. Will.

It was like she was the child
now and I was the mother.

And my father, I kept wondering
if he would come after me.

But I didn't even know
that he was yet alive.

And no one knew where we were.

- Where's the ferry?

- It's gone!

They stole it!

- Who stole it?

- The new preacher and your wife!

- Yes, your wife went with him
and they took your daughter!

Smythe will get his without anyone's help.

I know that much.

So, what are you going to do, Marion?

- Eat this squirrel.

- But then what are you going to do?

- Go to sleep.

- Brandish the sword, praise the Lord.

Brave flock, solid as a rock,

reaching out, spreading the gospel,

spreading the bonny Laws of Moses.

Thou shalt not...

No other Gods.

- She's crazier than
a rat in a brandy keg.

- God...

- Take not the Lord in
vain, sit on the Sabbath...

Honor the mamas and the papas.

No killing, stop that stealing.

- If you knew what happened to her.

- What?

- It's a miracle she can even mumble.

- What happened to her?

- When she was just a wee
thing, they came to her house...

Sound familiar?

And brought her mother
out into the street and...

burned her.

And little Leah watched it all.

- How do you know all this?

- I saved her.

I tried to save her mother too, but

it was too late.

- Don't worry, we're safe.

No French or Shawnee saw us land.

This is an old trick.

And the reason it's an old
trick is because it works.

They'll keep following
the ferry and Calvin.

In heaven we'll meet again, dear Calvin.

In heaven, we'll meet again.

- Do you really think it'll fool them?

- Of course, it will. History, Eloise.

Now take your lessons from history!

- Come on, then.

- We'd gotten away from the river

as fast as we could, but
you could hear us for miles,

such as we were, slipping
and thrashing along,

and Sister bellowing over Calvin.

Mr. Will was certain we
weren't being followed,

but he was a poor tool

for to be guiding us through the woods.

- You heard those
shouts. They found us!

- I saw an Indian!

- Where?

- It's all right.

- She didn't see anything!

- I did too!

- They're here!

- There!

- Come on, children! Come on!

Hurry up! Run!

- How many of them there be?

- I don't know.

- Oh Lord, there's more over there!

- Fie. It's a search.

Quit your yanking about and don't miss.

- Marion!

- Waga.

Not the Indians!

Don't shoot the Indians!

- Da!

- Don't cry.

- I don't cry.

- Marion, thank God!
No better place nor time, eh!

-Are you all right, darling?

- Yes, I'm all right, I'm all right now.

- What were you laughing about?

What kind of funny joking were
you passing about out there?

- There's nothing to wag on about.

- Come on, Marion.
What was you saying to 'em?

- Well, I asked him how his wife was.

- But what was it to make him laugh, eh?

- He asked me how my wife was.

SO I told him.

- I'm no longer your wife.

- The Shawnee will be back.

Of that, you can be certain.

- Look, surely we can-

- No! Don't!

- Where'd you get those?

Aye, it's good luck, honey.

Some sort of taboo.

The feathers are a clear sign. Keep away.

If you don't, the trail
will disappear behind you.

The Indians are pernickety.

They won't follow us into this valley.

- If the Indians won't be going there,

then maybe we shouldn't be either.

- There's not likely to
be anyone down there.

Up here, we've got Shawnee.

This is their land. We're intruders.

- Shawnee?
- Yes.

Stay close to Jewell.

Get into that valley as fast as you can.

I'll see what they're up to.

- What in the world?
Okay, Leah, follow me.

- Look!

Cabins!

- Please, calm.

Leave you, did they?

Come on.

Calm down.

You're all right. Come on.

Come on.

- Trappers' camp?

- Trappers don't clear fields.

- The Indians?

- Mm-hmm.

- Will they be following us?

Well, what sort of business
was they up to then?

- They was laughing.

- Jewell, are they coming?

- No.

- We thank you, Oh Lord, for delivering us

from the savage infidels.

And again, we pray.

- That tree, those feathers...

The trail disappears behind you?

- It's a devil tree.

Some Indians believe that the
devil isn't some dark angel,

who lives some place
else, like down below.

They look on it as a natural thing,

as natural as a brook, or a tree.

Their devil is born of earth,

part of nature,

thriving on the evil half of life.

Every thing that's good
has an evil side to it.

To live and breed, the
mantis has to kill the fly.

The hawk has to kill the sparrow.

I killed this rabbit
and I'm going to eat it.

I'm happy.

But the rabbit's dead.

Some believe that every time
innocent blood is spilled,

it sinks into the earth and
joins in particular spots

with the blood of other
victims that died before it,

until, finally, the souls
of the slaughtered creatures

gather together into one
breathing spirit, a devil,

that captures the living
and commands their shadows.

And it's not just the Indians, you know.

A lot of people believe that sort of thing.

People carry on about ghosts,
banshees, leprechauns.

That tree says that this valley

is where the lost blood gathers.

It's the home of the devil.

If you believe it.

- What is it? What is it?

What is it? What is it?

- And no Indians, Marion?

- We thought that no one would be

in the valley.

Now we knew we weren't alone.

Will Smythe said that
since no one was hurt,

the visitors must have been friendly,

and Da was wrong to chase them off.

Mr. Will said that now it was
our turn to reach out to them.

So he and Mr. Jewell hung gifts

where they'd be sure to find them.

- And forgive us our trespasses...

Yes, yes, it's true, they're savages.

But they're also a noble people.

And, with a little help,
they could become Christians.

But how can the Indians learn
if there's no one to teach?

Now, as long as we're trapped here anyway-

- If they're Indians,

they're certainly different
than any I've ever seen.

This valley shouldn't
be lived in, but it is.

And by some very strange ones at that.

And these cabins here...

It's a melancholy fancy
that they left it all.

- Yes, well I'll handle the Indians.

- The Shawnee won't come
into this little valley.

That means they're afraid of
the ones that are down here.

There's got to be a reason.

- Now his is a way of violence.

I have a better way. Away of giving.

- The Shawnee are still up there.

They want to make sure
that nobody comes out.

When they leave, we leave.

- We can't leave Mama.

- You don't have a choice.

I can't undo the queerness of it, Fanny.

He's got such a hold on them. Why?

- Talk to her, Da.

Talk to her sweet.

- Last time out I decided
that when I got back,

I'd perhaps be calling in my traps

for a different way of doing things-

- Marion, don't be telling me this.

Not now.

- Eloise, how can you be casting
about with a man like that?

- Don't think I haven't
put thoughts on it.

You. You were all rocky
and rough and unpromising.

I was your anchor, stuck on the bottom

and not to be going nowhere,

while you floated around on the surface.

But for him, I'm on top. I'm the sail.

- Just a cheery warning, Eloise.

You stay here with that English slyfoot,

and your whole kith and kins

gonna be on the underside of the earth.

- We found it hiding
in the weeds. It's a present.

- Yes, children, it is a present.

Why, it's a gift from the Indians.

They have given up this precious
girl to the Lord's kingdom.

We must baptize her at once!

What do you think, Leah?

- Will Smythe knew

the valley was where he wanted to be

when he first saw the cabins.

We were safe from the Shawnee,

and the hard work had already
been done by somebody else.

Finding the little Indian girl
was all the excuse he needed.

He and Mama and Mr. Jewell
set about fixing up the cabins

and making the valley theirs.

Our garden is our
backbone. Our livelihood.

So, plant with care.

Think fertility.

Caress each seed. Love it.

Remember that every
seed has a spirit in it.

- It was right there!

It was right there!

It took my bonnet!

- Sister, we were all here.

Nothing happened, do you understand?

- It was there!

- You're scaring the children!

- It was there!

- It's in French.

"We are two men and five women,"

here to the east of the King's wide river,

where as God knows we have buried those

whose heads are covered
with blood, as they...

Ave Maria, save us from evil.

The devil lives in the trees.

Jesus rest the departed souls

of Rene and Maria Arceneux.

The rest is just names...

- It happened right here.

In these cabins. The people must have-

- It might have happened here.

It doesn't concern us.

- Aye, but it's 03...

- It doesn't concern us.

We don't know where it
happened or if it happened.

Are we having any problems? No.

So what if someone died here?

Have the Indians hurt us? No.

Instead, they gave us a little girl.

- Come away then.

Chances are your wife and
daughter will end up dead.

- I ain't a linsey-woolsey
pigrunner no more, Marion.

I'm Mr. Jewell Buchanan.

- Jewell...

Fanny. We go at dawn.

Fanny?

Where is she?

- What?

- Fanny, damn it.

- She was with you.

- Where is she?

- We don't have her, Dalton.

That's the truth.

- Fanny!

- But what happened?

- I don't know.

- But what was she doing in the woods?

- I don't know!

- What did the Indians want with her?

- I already told you.

- And they just disappeared.

- That's right.

They just disappeared. They vanished.

- Fanny was just laying there

for a long, long time.

And Mr. Dalton was trying
to ponder it through.

Leah was getting stranger and stranger.

And she was trying to figure things too,

and I think she was getting
a lot further along with it

than Mr. Dalton.

- What's gotten into you?

You used to be God's angel.

Do you forget that you'd have
burned if it wasn't for me?

- Leah was a magic lady.

She said the people who built the cabins

were now captives of the devil-witch.

She said the devil-watch wanted
to make captives of us too.

Leah said she was going
to have to get strong,

find the witch, and kill her.

Leah smelt like bushes now,
but she was good to us.

Leah was our friend, and I loved her.

- Stop!

Damn them!

- Mr. Will got
angry when the witch's captive

stole his box of books.

That's when he and Papa built the Stockade

to keep them out.

He said that the Indians stealing
his books was inexcusable.

The cow still gave milk.

Papa said she was long since freshening.

Mr. Will said this was God's proof.

He didn't know nothing.

The cow was a friend of Leah's.

Fanny stayed asleep.

The cabin began to smell too,
like something old and wet.

And I knew: Fanny was
slipping away from us.

- Have you forgotten about the rest of us?

Jewell and I built the walls alone.

The cabin began to shake all the time

because something was
trying to get to Fanny.

But Leah wouldn't let it in,

and I think Mr. Dalton knew that.

She was a fairy, Leah was.

An Irish fairy.

She could make the flowers
laugh. Laugh out loud.

And that's why she told Mr. Dalton

that the secret was sleeping in the trees.

- Get out! Get out of here!

I don't care what happened to her

when she was a little girl!

You keep her out of here!

- I was lying in the cabin.

I heard a kind of racket outside.

- The Indian girl was covered

with some sort of sticky paste,

and Leah was trying to catch her.

- Help! Help me!

Da!

- And then I saw Leah.

And then I was you.

- Nightshade?

- That would be simple, wouldn't it?

- She was sick. Now she's well.

Let's not create phantoms.

Goddamn barbarians.

- How did they get in?

- Goddamn good question.

You people just let them walk right in?

The bloody cretins.

The best minds of Europe. Goddamn!

Goddamn! Goddamn it!

- Meg.

Meg.

Meg.

Meg.

- But little Meg is gone now, Marion.

You can't be leaving now.

- After this, you're on your own.

- We should all be looking for her,

Da can't do it all by himself!

- The Lord can.

- Meg!

Meg's dead!

- She's right here, Sister.

- Don't get it near me!

- Sister, be careful what you're saying!

- Keep her away from me!

Meg's dead!

- The Indians must have found her.

- Meg's dead!

- Take your little
girl, you goddamned monkey,

and stop shrieking!

- Sister.

- Wait there.

- It's all right.

It's just little Meg. It all right.

- Sister.

I saw it.

And I've never been so afraid in my life.

I don't suppose I ever believed in magic.

But call it what you will,

if you've got any sense at all,

I'm begging you, come with me.

- What is this?

Who'd be putting that dress on her?

- I did.

- You mean you went into my house,
rummaged through my things,

and stole my daughter's dress?

- Don't you have any regard
for a young child's feelings?

- I don't want her wearing
Cathleen's dresses!

You stay out of my life!

- You're a witch!

- And you're the devil!

- What?

- She made me go in the woods!

- Now you hush!

- She did, Mom, she did!

- I heard you from
outside talking about me.

- Be quiet!

- Oh, no. The devil's not out there.

It's in here.

Devils!

-Judas.

- But what determined us to settle here?

- Jewell!

You're getting close to sacrilege.

- But if you yourself
had heard him talking-

- Dalton's trying to destroy you!

That's what they all want.

You've got to be careful.

Don't let your guard down again.

You're a Christian soldier.

Witch.

Leah.

They're everywhere.

God has left us.

You know about devils, don't you?

Well, you see, when we
were burning Leah's mother,

I had to keep lighting the fire,

because it kept going out.

Leah put it out.

Leah is a witch!

- Now you're weak.

No one can help you.

- Listen!

- Sister!

- They'll kill me in there.

- Sister, no!

- Leah!

- Oh mighty Lord God, hear your children

in this moment of peril.

- Da!

- Christian soldiers whose only purpose

is to spread Your gospel.

Smite thine enemies and ours.

Oh Lord, to whom we pray
in this, our darkest hour.

- Keep the pot boiling.

- You, who's just murdered a child!

- Mama wanted to come,

but she knew she couldn't
desert Mr. Jewell.

And he couldn't go nowhere.

We took little Meg with us,

but Cathleen had to stay with her folks.

Da promised he'd be back for
them when Meg and I were safe.

- What was it back there, Da?

- Cold eyes in a hot fire.

- What?

- Cold eyes in a hot fire.

The eyes of animals around a campfire.

At night, when they shine.

- That tree!

I was here.

- Fanny, it's all right.

- Fanny?

- Oh, darling.

- He was gone.

And there was no place else we could go.

It got hot after he died, and still,

like the valley was holding it's breath,

waiting to see what would happen.

We waited too, for Mr.
Jewell, to get better or die.

No one knew where Leah had gone,

and without her Smythe was nothing.

Mama wept for De.

She blamed herself. And Smythe.

She told him be must not have had God

in his pocket after all.

And that set him to
brooding and vaporing sadly.

- Leah.

- Don't worry, my child.

It'll be all right.

- Oh! Hush!

- Smythe there says I
ain't gonna be dying.

How's he know that?

How do you know that, Smythe?

I wish I knew what was gonna happen to me.

- Da said it was like
cold eyes in a hot fire,

the eyes of animals around
a campfire in the night.

Animals might know what a fire was,

but they wouldn't know how it was made,

and a smart creature
would be satisfied knowing

that if he got close he got warm,

and if he got too close he hot burnt.

But some can't leave the fire alone.

They get to thinking
they're bigger than it is,

and before long they're
dancing in the middle of it

'til there's nothing
left but those cold eyes

melting in the hot flame.

- No!

- It's not my fault.

- Jewell!

Where's Leah?

You're not leaving.

That would be ridiculous.

I know you better than that.

I rid the valley of them once.

We don't even know where Leah is.

This is our home. Where we live.

I can do it again. I have to.

I did it before.

No.

No, no I'm afraid I can't let you do it.

You might get hurt.

We can't run away from our problems.

- Marion?

Where are you?

Marion?

Wake up, they're getting away.

- I led them here.

I led them right to...

Those, they left me.

- I can see again.

Alone.

Abandoned.

Far away.

Far away.

- Do you see anything?

- No!

- Marion, pull her out of the tree.

Don't let her change herself.

If you let her go, she's got you.

That's what she's waiting for.

Pull her out.

Pull her out so I can help you!

She wants the children.

Pull her out!

- It's them.

- They're here.

- Pull her out before it's too late!

Snap her neck.

- Fanny! Get in!

- No! I want to-

- Get in!

- Give the power to me!

- En fin libre.

- I don't know how long we were in there.

We couldn't get out.

We couldn't tell if it was day or night.

It was about a week before you found us.

- What are we going to do with you?

This story-

- It's true.

-All right, it's true. Fine.

Show us this valley.
We'll go there ourselves,

have a look. Where is it?

- I don't know.

- She doesn't know.

But it's there.

- That's right.

- Up river.

- Yes.

- A little valley.

- Yes!

- You must stop telling me fairy tales.

If English or Irish
settlers are on French soil,

I want to know where.

Where and how many.

- Don't worry,
my child. It'll be all right.

- I must know if you are truly alone.

- We're not alone.

- You, take them away.