All language subtitles for Daniel Boone - S01E07 - The Sound of Wings

Starting with Cl Gym

That's Daniel Boone, you're sure of it.

Daniel Boone, no mistake.

I've seen him, yes it might work.

It is as I said for you, for what you want.

It is only way.

Correction pushed down.

It's the only way for what we both want.

You pay Charlie Crow now?

Remember, no one knows now we go here.

I cannot remember what I forgot.

Make it now.

Now nothing can loosen his thumb.

There are only three silent things falling snow.

The hour before dawn, the voice of one just did.

The moon's skin, packed on the top of old dand,

to the hill of this raw bite you.

The ripiness, rawiness, fightiness, and the frontier ever knew.

What a poem, what a doer, what a dream come true, what a sweet.

What a doer, what a dream come true, what a sweet.

How do you know is a leak here?

I count the shades from...

What are you doing up here?

Watching.

How much will I have to build a cabin if I watch?

How are you going to live long enough to build a cabin if you keep climbing around on ladders?

I climb trees.

Dad, it's real.

It's real, you get down from there this minute.

Not that way and not that fast.

You got a hole?

Young man, you're broken your neck.

No, I've been hiding that last time.

You want?

You want me?

Not me, him.

He's coming far to see me.

Oh, Redcoat, what do you want with that?

I reckon we could ask him.

I'm not a good fortune to be speaking to Daniel and Mrs. Boon.

Do you have?

Major Peter Wellington served as mad as his own rifle.

You're a long way from home.

If you're in England, yes, a very long way.

If you mean Salem, I don't have to remind you of the lumps in the Cumberland Gap you find it.

Stand clear, Mom. I'll take care of them.

It's real.

It's all right, I got in dead sinners.

It's real, put down that rifle.

Redcoat, ain't he?

Shoot him on sight. That's what you're going to do.

Shoot him.

And why waste good power?

If an only have to do is set the co-tail to far and watch them howl their way back across the Atlantic.

However, since this is my only coat and since good powder is at a premium,

perhaps you'll accept my sword as evidence of my good will.

Do you mean you surrender?

Complete capitulation.

Redcoat or not, Israel. You can't shoot a prisoner.

Just the same, I think, I'll take that sword.

Just don't make no sense, move.

You can tuck your settlers, that, uh, independent?

Well, not all of us. Some aren't big enough to aim a rifle yet.

The T's hot major and you're more than welcome.

Right, B. You'd like something a little stronger.

Yeah, I think I'm going to need it.

Make yourself at home.

Thank you.

The most snug and comfortable home you have here, Mrs. Boone.

Well, I think you made you. Of course, any home is that if it's yours.

The walls and bullets prove too, Israel.

Try a little of this, major.

Your health.

What is that?

Pistol.

One of our Kentucky specialties.

One drink and you can walk about as far as a pistol can shoot.

My team might not be a strong maker, as it's sight-saving.

My grandchild at Kentucky.

You, Mr. Boone, I need your help.

At least I can do is listen.

Some six months ago, a four-man mission was sent south.

If the French move south, again the Crown must have the nation's under its flag.

The French gave up on this part of the world ten years ago, Major.

Well, Mr. Boone, the truth.

In the case of difficulties with the colonies, the Crown must have allies, Indian allies.

It was a first step towards accomplishing this goal.

Your mission was sent down to buy a YN. loyalty with rifles.

With rifles?

Now I know he should have shot him.

If he was to buy a YN, then the other tribes.

Once armed, they'll start their own war against themselves and against every settler in Kentucky.

Perhaps, perhaps not.

We never know.

Fortunately or un-fortunate, depending upon your point of view, the mission failed.

Captain Bliss and the Tenant Henderson were killed while attempting a river crossing.

Sergeant Moore and Dundee were taken captive by the YN.

My mission, Mr. Boone, is to rescue those two men, with your help.

My help.

Military mission sent in to Kentucky to start a war against the settlers.

And you want my help.

Mr. Boone, you were a soldier.

You know a soldier, Mr. Bay orders and go where he's sent.

Or in Dundee had no knowledge of the purpose of that mission, they still don't.

I don't have to remind you how the YN got to treat white captive.

Major Wellington.

The crowd is responsible for what happened to those men, not Daniel.

And if you really want to rescue them, why not Armacutney and just take them?

Mrs. Boone, if we did try to rescue Moore and Dundee by force, they'd be the first two to die.

There was only one way to reach them through Daniel Boone.

Adopted sign of a shawnee chief, blood brother of the Cherokee,

get them kin of the thunder and lightning under heavens themselves.

What's all the stories go?

Might be the wine dots don't believe in fairy tales.

They'll believe what I have here, Mr. Boone. Gold.

More than enough to run some Moore and Dundee.

One other thing I need hardly point out to you, that this mission of mercy

will afford you the opportunity to widen the gap between the wine dot and the crown.

To make sure that the British plan to use the tribes against the settlers will never be realized.

Isn't that talk kind of close to treason for a man who's wearing the King's red uniform?

This treason to point out an obvious truth.

It's an order to say those two men that I am, a dedicated, unregenerate traitor.

Dan, those men.

We just can't turn our backs on them.

I can show me this.

Well, it seems like this has been decided for us, Major.

It's up to one thing.

If I could a man walk on two drinks with it.

You're right.

You're right.

You're right.

You're right.

What are you doing now?

What are you doing for you?

What did you do with him?

You're talking about Major Wellington. He's at the tavern.

Since

the city of North Carolina.

I'm not saying that God can get me wrong.

But four men's lives are at stake.

And sometimes you have to go by trust and not by sight.

You have to say it's not.

I have to say it's wrong.

I have to say it's wrong.

I have to say it's wrong.

You've got to say it's wrong.

You're right.

Good night, John.

Good night, Pa.

Pa, I still don't trust him.

Good night, Pa.

Good night, John. Good night, Pa.

I still don't trust him.

Good night, Pa.

Two directions we can go.

I'll pick up.

We can cross downstream below the Beaver Dam.

Beaver Dam?

Mr. Boone?

In England, we have naturalists who come home like old elephants who died.

No, they don't die.

They write thick books on the flora and fauna in the New World.

And tell them to opposite the sign of the colonies. Any other questions?

One.

Why did they pick a man newly arrived from England for this expedition?

Well, the general is old and his wife is in.

John is very pretty. Which seems I remind her of her brother.

Over this innocent brotherly kiss in the garden.

And here you are.

You like it?

And I rather think the general hopes I get my head blown up.

Which way, Mr. Boone?

I never argue with a man who read the books, Major.

Down straight.

They don't look dangerous.

This distance needed is a rattle snake.

I don't know soon enough.

It keeps chewing on me.

Something I ought to remember.

They're very careful.

This pistol has a sensitive trigger.

Tell me, was there ever a four-man mission?

There was. There are no prisoners to be rescued.

They were all killed by the wind.

Crown sends one man to do what war could.

British tradition, Mr. Boone.

An indomitable spirit to refuel to accept failure.

Put down your rifle, please.

Just remember.

I saw the general's wife once.

I saw her.

She's not young and pretty.

These 50 years old, a face and scare of brass cannon.

Correct again.

I've got everything straight except pointed.

You go to all the trouble to get me to come along.

Carry out to me, Mr. Boone, as a disease.

Allow me to cure it for you.

Come in there.

Major Peter Wellington.

May you rest in peace.

I can't be more neat about this, Mr. Boone, but I can't risk the sound of a gunshot.

Strange. I always thought a legend was invincible.

Dad?

What are those birds doing?

Israel, how many times do I have to tell you, hunting is one part shooting, nine part quiet?

Those birds are right there looking for something.

Those are not just birds, Israel.

Those are vultures.

I hope you've had better luck, 90.

Maybe you can tell the mighty hunter here what quiet means.

I've been up on the ridge. I found Charlie Crow there.

Dad, for those birds, I mean vultures are.

Where the wicked cease their troubling and the weary be at rest.

Charlie Crow?

Now, who'd want to hurt that old man?

Two men, one wearing moccasins headed north.

The other wearing boots headed toward Daniel's cabin.

I guess we'd better head toward the cabin.

No use. Pause guards. Then bear boots, they belong to Red Coast.

He took Pop to One-Dot Country.

Why in Dot Country?

They went to ransom some prisoners.

Israel?

I know, time to go home.

I just got a bad shot. Let's go.

Don't see nothing to worry about.

Walk on the cornbread coat.

Standing on his head.

What?

Oh, come. Come.

Come in, peace.

If you did not, you would be a fool to walk into my village alone.

If you knew a fool would know better.

Who are you?

Daniel Boone.

We have heard much about Daniel Boone.

I've heard much of you, telecom chief of the One-Dot.

A leader as cunning as the Panther, warriors as fierce as the Great Eagle.

And an old man who feeds on his own praise.

The wisdom has its own ears, tell the committee has only the truth.

Then I will listen, Daniel Boone, and I will be wise.

Boone?

Slumbering peacefully. The bottom of a cliff.

Leon Cook.

You come in peace and you come alone. What words do you bring?

Dark words. War clouds gather and soon the skies will be filled with the smoke of burning villages.

We have heard wars before. We will have them again.

Not like this one, tell it.

This time there can be only death between the white settlers and the red coats.

It is their death, not ours. Death knows no peace, not for you, not for them.

The tribe that does not fight on one side or the other will be destroyed.

Then we will fight with Daniel Boone and his people and drive the red coats into the sea.

That is one reason I am here.

Tell you that I stand with the red coats.

This is strange talk.

We have always heard Daniel Boone as no friend of the British.

And you have heard lies, telecom.

The warrior does not desert his chief.

Nor does Daniel Boone desert his grandfather across the great sea.

It is as I told you. The red coats will send more soldiers to this war that you have ever seen.

They have guns on wheels.

Canum with voices that speak like thunder against the walls of the strongest forts.

These cannons? Do the white settlers have them?

No. Then the British will win. Nothing can stand before them.

The white inducted did once they can do it again.

If we have to.

What happens to the tribes that fight with the white settlers?

They will be destroyed.

The land will be given to those who have helped the British.

We will be wise to stand with those that have the cannon.

If the cannon can win so easily, why do the British need the white inducted?

To make certain we can win easily.

And to make certain that when the war is done, the British have friends in Kentucky and not enemies.

How do you change an enemy into a friend?

By giving him your hand.

With a rifle in it.

One rifle for each wind up who fights with the British.

With enough powder and shot to last him through two wars.

And with rifles to wind up can rule all the tribes talicum.

And this for fighting a war that we cannot lose.

By fighting a war that is not ours we have already lost.

My largest yours Daniel Boone.

Oh, Leon Gosh.

Don't you agree?

I was born to a dog.

An old woman to tough meat.

So is talicum to decision.

He will chew on it, worry over it, and let it find rest in his stomach.

And he will ask for more powder and more shot for the rifles.

You will agree.

The Wann dot and the British have his won.

Brothers.

As we are.

For a price.

I have honored my word.

Come to the Wann dot as Daniel Boone I told you.

Come with the promise of rifles.

And I pushed our first shaman of the larger talicum.

We'll deliver the Wann dot to your cause.

I have honored my word.

What is this?

Dog.

Oh, Dr. Daniel Boone, specialty.

Yes, you have honored your word.

The British honor there is.

You're thirty pieces of silver my friend.

Gold, as promised.

When the treaty is signed.

The rifles were waiting for you at Fort Detroit.

Come one condition, but I am there to hand them over to you.

And I can't do that if I'm dead, can I?

You will live.

Your life will be my life.

Your steps, my steps.

Hear me, Wellington.

This gold, it means little.

It will buy only position and more wealth.

But the rifles, they will buy what I must have.

They will buy talakums grave and need this large.

And the name of the greatest of the Wann dot war leaders.

Your rifles, the Englishmen, will put this land here in my hand.

When they speak, I have but to close my fingers.

Dog.

What's interesting?

I must inquire to its preparation.

What is that?

Women Eisenberg.

Women

slap

in the

extension.

So I did.

You seem a legend does take quite a bit of a killing.

He didn't hold it. He didn't hold it. He didn't hold it.

He didn't hold it. He didn't hold it.

Fuck that, ain't it?

Who is this man?

His name is Wellington.

He was with me until he lost his way in the dark and fell off a cliff.

Thought he was dead.

Didn't miss by much, Major.

Pretty good job for a red coat.

I am Talakim, Chief of the Wyandotte. Who are you?

Daniel Boone.

Who is he?

Major Peter Wellington.

Seems like we got her out that some mixed up.

I told you he fell over a cliff. His head, his head, his mind is thick.

He says Daniel Boone will fight on the side of the British.

It's like saying the Wyandotte and the Cherokees have become brothers.

Cynthia!

You counseled treaty with the red coats.

Now you would kill one.

It is best he dies. He is sick in mind.

One of them is sick.

Or one of them lies.

Which one?

This we will know.

Now we sent out our hope.

The old story telling, Major.

The lies like a black cat.

As a way of coming back to haunt you.

The cat has only nine lives.

Which reminds me how many lives have you got?

The fall would have killed the average rhinoceros.

I got a little of the cat fishing me.

My second piece of bad luck.

First was trying to grapple with your Kentucky on someone else's terms.

What happens now?

Trial of a jury. Wyandotte style.

A paddy accused of a stake and build a fire, only the guilty burn.

Flames won't touch the innocent.

From what I've heard they have found an innocent man yet.

It will be an officer of the gentleman.

Actually, I insist you go first.

There's another test boiled in Armadillo oil.

Same story.

No survivors.

No survivors.

And I had to do this over again, but if you had to do it over,

you'd be wearing a buckskin jacket with a hole in the back.

And I'd still be lying at the bottom of that cliff.

Just so we understand each other.

Next time I'm not taking any chances.

It's all making a sense.

Me, I can understand.

This is my world.

The Indian outsider, part of it.

And if I don't stop you, a lot of folks I brought through the Cumberland Gap

is gonna get killed.

Maybe my own family.

That's my stake.

It's yours.

I'm pretty sure that's who should know better.

I'm risking his tender, carefully, no he's hired to get a treaty signed

that meant it'll be worth its weight and lies.

That seemed to be quite a paradox, isn't it?

However, it's really quite sensible.

That treaty worth us or otherwise is my transportation back to St. James's Square,

Buckingham Palace, perhaps even the Brigadier's epilots and the title I so richly deserve.

To leave this savage, ill-mannered country of yours forever behind me.

I've quite cheerfully slipped my own dearly departed grandmother's lily white throat.

Like you say, Major.

So we understand each other.

Nothing left to chance this time, Major.

Do you rest in peace?

Two men tell they are genuine.

One of them lies.

More words will not change the line.

Only the fireman.

Daniel Boone is the greatest of white warriors.

He will laugh at the fire, and the fire will not touch him.

But the one who lies, he will not laugh.

The fire will flame him.

Trial by fire.

The only truth.

There can be no trial in this telecom.

There can be no truth in combat with a man sick in his mind.

For ten warriors with him, then there will be truth.

Barn Englishman Major, you make a pretty good India.

Two men will never...

When we find out we are not alone.

We decided that

they trophy the richest guy in all country.

Because of its origins, we have equality,

Come on, come on, come on, come on.

Come on, come on.

Come on, come on.

It is settled. Only Daniel Boone could break the thong.

He has proven he is Daniel Boone.

He has proven nothing. The fire broke the thong because the truth did not burn there.

The truth is locked in their hearts.

To find it, we must open our hearts.

The truth is locked in their hearts.

The truth is locked in their hearts.

The truth is locked in their hearts.

Two men, one knife.

What the fire failed to do, this cannot fail to do.

This time, there will only be one end.

This time, one of you will die.

You could have saved both a lot of trouble if you drowned like any sensible man.

I guess I'm just naturally stubborn.

You could have saved both a lot of trouble if you drowned.

I'm sorry.

Search for truth and fire.

There's no blood. There's no truth. Not here.

If Daniel Boone is a great warrior, he will not be afraid to kill.

The one in buckskin hears Daniel Boone. It is true.

conscience makes cowards of us all, my friend.

I gambled on yours and one. My lucky day.

Real luck, Major, is not holding the best hand of cards.

It's knowing when to get up and go home.

It might be you who stayed a hair too long.

Tullicom, this one says a great warrior is not afraid to kill.

This is true.

But is it not also true a great warrior doesn't have to kill?

You searched for truth and your fire and your knife, but you did not find it, because it was not there.

There you go.

Yeah.

Here is your truth.

Dad?

There.

I see only a Cherokee dog.

And a long knife with hair on his face, scratching at the graves of their fears.

Look again, Tullicom. Here is the truth.

You say you've heard much of Daniel Boone.

If this is true, then you know Daniel Boone is the greatest shot in Kentucky.

The trial is done. I say he dies and he spends with him. No.

Show me your truth. Show me the best shot in the land.

You were handy with a rifle, Major.

My first love, Major.

Did Gord do for a starter?

Child's play. And children first.

Ocalia.

That is the truth. No, not yet.

I said my lucky day. Look, I'm sloppy.

No. I'm just fine.

Ocalia, Ocalia.

I knew it. I knew it would make it worse.

Hang on.

Look at this piece. It shoots a little wide.

I can win. I'll take up the slack.

I shot only one man tonight. Daniel Boone.

Brenda, the Wyandotte and the settlers.

If the British make war, they will have to fight alone.

If the Wyandotte must fight, they will choose their own allies and their own enemies.

Yeah, we sent a house.

Now, hold on. I know he ain't worth much, but kind of grows on you.

What's his life worth to you?

What will you pay?

Yes.

Your life, you would kill me and yourselves for him.

Only one way to learn the answer, say no.

You can take him, Daniel Boone.

Why?

Oh, a major.

Sure you'll want your uniform back.

You don't mind. Oh, one more thing.

No British officer could have done what Wellington did without help.

One of your people wanted British gold bad enough to betray the Wyandotte.

Find the gold.

Find the traitor.

Give me a sit-down!

Stand-down

You've got me out of the village for this.

As always, bones borrow.

People feel pretty strong back there about you selling out the wire and art.

Hanging strong.

Don't forget the Cherokee.

They'd have quite a celebration.

Roasting the man who gave rifles for their enemies.

Well, this way, at least you've got a choice.

It's the more you gave me.

That's the difference between us, isn't it?

If I'd won, I would have watched you die without so much as a blink.

But you give me a choice.

Well, maybe not as much choice as you think.

You miss those rocks, you still got a face of general.

I hear you tell the British don't take kindly to failure.

There's always his wife, Mr. Boone, remember?

I'm sure we can find some way of softening the blow together.

Gentlemen, it's been a pleasure.

I always did hate water.

I wonder what he's going to look like wearing carpal stripes.

I just don't understand.

He's all that to you, and you let him go.

Well, it wasn't all that simple, is it?

He did have a choice.

Never trust the tameness of a wolf, a horse's health, or an enemy's smile.

Once a red coat, all was a red coat.

Well, I just couldn't leave him with a wind up.

He asked him what he saw him.

And, or right, he just brought us some savor.

And it's addressed to the master Israel Boone.

What is it?

Well, it's only one way to find out.

Master Israel Boone, I gave you this once under false colors.

Because of this and because you returned it, I feel obliged to make amends.

This instrument isn't nearly as effective under fire, but I'm sure you'll agree it does catch the eye.

There's known several generations of honor.

I'm certain in your hands it will continue to do so.

By the way, you might tell your father that he was quite right.

The general's wife, I'm afraid, does have a face similar to a brass cannon.

Perhaps one day I will see you again.

If I do, I assure you I will not be wearing a red coat.

The obedient servant, Peter Wellington, corporal.

Just like Paul said, you've got to trust in people.

The

Daniel Boone was a man, he's a big man.

With an eye like an eagle and as tall as a mountain was me.

From the good skin cap, on the top of old Dan, to the heel of his raw-eyed shoe.

The rip of this poor and his bike-nessed man, the frontier ever knew.

Daniel Boone was a man, he's a big man.

And he fought for America to make all Americans free.

What a boom, what a doer, what a dream come true.

What a boom, what a doer, what a dream come true, what a key.