All language subtitles for Daniel Boone - S01E11 - Mountain of the Dead

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The pandemic.

The pandemic.

T always was your biggest weakness.

Did you think we wouldn't follow?

Listen Russell.

I didn't mean to.

I must get my own smile friend.

It appears to be in need of a bad.

Now.

Perfetti, thy name is Brother.

And that's what you were, McCandless. My brother and spirit.

If not by blood.

Listen Russell, I'm at the share with you.

I'm at the share with all three of you.

Honest, I meant to share.

I swear I meant to share.

And so you shall.

You're share three ways.

No, no, wait a minute Russell.

Look, no, no, that's that Russell.

Wait a minute.

Right now.

Daniel Spoon was a man.

Yes a big man.

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

Daniel Spoon was a man.

Yes a big man.

Can he opt for America to make all Americans free?

Dr. Spoon's hit, pat, on the top of old land.

To the heel of his straw, I chew.

A rip and a straw and a spike and a strand.

The frontier ever knew.

What a boom, what a do, what a dream.

Coming true, what a dream.

What a do, what a dream.

Coming true, what a dream.

What a dream.

What a dream.

Hey soldier, dig it ankle to get you out of here.

We've got to figure out where to reach the river.

There was a fire on your side.

Youeh Tik?

Don't you know me, not your own?

It's got your mechanics.

Come back.

For you.

Damn. Wake up.

You know, it's bad enough you'd go the night through out here, much less half the day.

McAndrews.

McAndrews.

Then I once knew.

He was here last night.

So that's where the night went.

Trajan tall tales with an old bratty.

Daniel Boone, why didn't you ask him to stay for breakfast?

Not exactly an old friend, Becky.

The fact is, I always thought I'd killed him.

Killed him?

Long time ago, before we were married, I signed on as a wagon driver for a battalion of British regulars.

Quartermaster Corps.

Old General Braddock was so sure we were going to elect the French and the Indians.

He sent us a hundred miles downriver in advance to set up a supply depot.

And British.

Marching in close file in their bright red coats like their own parade.

Everyone of them are living target.

When Indians hit him, it's all there was to it.

There was a battle, wasn't there?

Not even that.

There's a massacre all the way.

McAndrews and me.

We run into each other during the worst of them.

Police call them out into the dead.

I guess he thought I was an Indian.

He attacked me.

We fought.

He fell off of a cliff.

Funny thing.

I was dreaming about it last night when he came to the door.

Funny or still, he called me by my name.

I never knew his till now.

Guthrie McAndrews.

What did he want?

Me.

He wanted me to take him back to that place.

The mountain of the dead.

He said give me ten gold sovereigns when we got there.

Dan, you're not going to.

Nope.

Couldn't see much sense to it.

He's here.

Why would he want to go back?

He said he'd been meaning to go back there.

He couldn't rest until he got there.

Police, that all you found out?

Well, maybe I wasn't as awake as I thought.

Maybe.

Well, anyway, we walked down to this camp of the river.

He sat very far as well.

He said a queer thing to me as I was leaving.

After I told him I wouldn't take him back there.

He said it didn't make any difference.

He'd meet me there anyway.

What could he have meant by that?

Mr. Boone.

Daniel Boone?

So, folks, call me.

I'm William Russell.

It's Charles Bay and John Hawkins.

We're here in a matter of business.

Be pleased to listen to your family.

I'll be right back.

I'll be right back.

I'll be right back.

I'll be right back.

I'll be right back.

I'll be right back.

I'll be right back.

I'll be right back.

Please, listen to your command.

Thank you.

My wife, Rebecca.

Charm, Mrs. Boone.

Please.

Won't you make yourself comfortable?

Can I serve you some breakfast?

Oh, no, thank you.

You must accept my apologies for calling at this unseemly hour,

but we've traveled all the way from London, and time is of the essence.

Well, if you've traveled that far, then there's something else of the essence.

Good, hot tea.

Yes, that could be considered a weakness of my, Mrs. Boone.

Hey.

I'll come to the point, Mr. Boone.

A number of years ago, a British battalion was all but decimated by the Indians on the Ohio River.

A place called the mountain of the dead, I believe.

You seem unduly surprised by a mere statement of fact.

More than surprise, Mr. Russell.

We were just talking about that battle just before you got here.

I was there, you see.

Oh, I see.

And you find an odd that I astrange should talk to you about something with which you're personally familiar.

Well, it's not out of tall, really.

At Magdalen College in Cambridge, we are taught to see the logic of these events.

In this case, the logic is really quite simple.

I have come to you because you were there.

I wish to implore you as a guide to leave us back to the massacre site.

You know the way, we don't.

And you're one of the few men who can take us there and get us back.

Mr. Russell, do you mind if I ask the reason why you'd like to go there?

No, not at all.

You see, Mr. Boone, you're a good guy.

You see, Mr. Boone, the responsibility for that defeat has never been fixed.

And a number of the most eluspious names in England have been disgraced by ill-founded rumor and accusations.

I have been given a royal commission to conduct an on-the-spot investigation to determine the line of march and the enemy position relative to the British.

Bring back an accurate account of what really happened.

After all these years, I can't think there'd be much to see.

Well, that may be so, Mrs. Boone, but to establish truth and restore family honor, an English gentleman will leave no stone unturned.

And then again to the experienced mind, there may be more evidence than you think.

So, that leaves it up to you, Mr. Boone.

Of course, I'd be willing to pay any reasonable compensation for your services.

Russell, do you know a man by the name of Guthrie McAndrew?

Guthrie McAndrew is.

Guthrie McAndrew is no icon, say that I do.

Why'd you ask?

It's not important, at least to you.

I'm not sure you know what you're asking.

The mountain of the dead, the upper row howl.

That's Shawnee territory, and they aim to keep it that way.

Well, of course, if there were no danger, and if we knew the way, we wouldn't have come to a tall.

Well, give me two hours.

I'll give you a yes or no.

Very well, Mr. Boone.

I do hope that your answer will be any affirmative.

Reputations of some fine English families depend upon it.

The chance.

We'll be down at the boat landing. Thank you for the tea.

I don't know why you told him you'd even consider it.

You told Guthrie McAndrew's a definite no when he wanted you to do the same thing.

Two men at the same time, cold out of nowhere.

Both want to get to a place that's best forgotten.

It's got to be a connection.

Mr. Russell said he'd never heard of Guthrie McAndrew's.

I know that's what he says.

I'd like to hear what McAndrew says.

If I can find him.

Oh, we can find him.

I'm going with you.

It was gone.

I just had to let snack, you know.

I'm going to eat.

Dad?

Yes, these ashes are dead and dry.

And the stones are cold.

There was no fire here last night.

What does it mean?

I talked to a man or a ghost.

It's more important.

Why did he come back now?

Why was I dreaming of that battle?

What does McAndrew's got to do with Russell?

Nothing.

He couldn't have anything to do with Mr. Russell.

It was a dream. All of it.

Your Mr. McAndrew's was never here.

It's what he built up fire.

Somebody was here.

But not last night.

Daniel, it was only a dream.

Interesting, Dad.

I know, Becky.

Just now.

I've got to know.

One way or another, I've got to know.

The only place I can find the answers.

There's the mountain for dead.

Man or ghost, McAndrew said he'd meet me there.

I'm going to go to the

house.

I'm going to go to the house.

I'm going to go to the house.

I'm going to go to the house.

I'm going to go to the house.

I'm going to go to the house.

I'm going to go to the house.

I'm going to go to the house.

I'm going to go to the house.

I'm going to go to the house.

I'm going to go to the house.

I'm going to go to the house.

There's only you.

I swear I've been here in the most unnatural noise I ever heard in my life.

That's what you were making some rather strange sounds yourself, Dad.

How's the hunting?

Well, it's nowhere near as good as your vision.

You plan on cooking those in the near future?

No.

I was thinking.

If I were to make a present of these to Rebecca Boone,

she might cook them for me.

I might just walk along and see your gift as appreciated.

In our nation, we're so flighty about.

I'm going to make a bunch of banshees after us.

It's only fish jumping.

It's not that way, I'm dead.

There you go.

So, Dan left with the three of them this morning.

And I don't like it one bit.

Oh, the men seemed all right, and this for Ruffle was quite a gentleman.

But that mountain, the way Dan speaks of it makes me shiver.

Not to mention it being all the way off in Shawnee country.

The Shawnee called it Spirit Hill because of the soldiers that died there.

They're afraid of the muttonery, Becca.

They won't go near it.

And like is not, they won't let anyone else go near it either.

All this stuff about ghosts and spirits, these stories, they're not going to bother Danel.

I'm not so sure about that.

Not after his meeting with that man in the middle of the night, a man who wasn't there.

What man was that?

Dan said his name was Guthrie McAndrews.

What is it? You've seen him too.

We just buried him.

We found him in the river.

And he didn't die by drowning.

He was wearing this.

Guthrie McAndrews.

We didn't figure that an upset you, we were hoping to talk Danel about it.

Poor man.

Oh, at least I know now Dan did talk to him last night.

I don't know anything about the man, Daniel talked to.

But the man who was wearing this didn't talk to anyone last night.

It'd been underwater at least a day.

But, but he told Dan he'd meet him there on that mountain.

Someone has to get to Dan to warning him.

They have a long start on us, but I assume they'll travel by daylight and make camp at night.

If we don't stop, we'll liable to catch him.

Tarnation, what are we going to catch him for?

Whether it's a hundred miles into no way just to tell Danel, he saw a ghost.

And dreamed a name he never knew before.

Might be it came to him in his memory from years back without him realized.

And the same man dead in the river.

Now there are some things beyond human understanding.

And it's better not to look for explanations that are sure to be wrong.

For my part, I would rather go on with me, prove to be a fool's errand than stay at home and...

And be sorry for the rest of our lives.

I'm sorry for the rest of our lives.

I'm sorry for the rest of our lives.

Although you'd hardly get plenty of rest tonight, I don't fancy stopping again until we get the Ohio.

So nice?

There'll be lots of villages along the river from now on.

But with four paddles, if I figure we can not run them if we have to, it's best if it ain't necessary.

What is that noise?

Bullfrog.

It's a good watchdog, him and the crickets.

As long as they're making that racket, it means nothing is stirring.

It's when they turn silent that something might be wrong.

I'm sorry.

Never could figure out how they know to stop all at once.

What's the doubt in the firefight?

Don't finish cooking.

Don't since have the light showing.

Tell me, Mr. Boom.

When we talked about this journey, you mentioned a Guthrie McCandus.

That's right.

It seems to me I recall his name in the registry of the Lost Battalion.

See a friend of yours?

I didn't know him at all.

Just a face.

Never could forget that.

But you mentioned his name?

Well, I didn't know it at all till the night before we left.

I've been pondering on that ever since.

And who mentioned his name to you?

Hida.

You mean that you saw Guthrie McCandus himself in the flesh?

You hired me to guide you to that mountain and that's what I'm doing.

But a few hours earlier, another man asked me to do the same thing and that's the man I'm talking about.

It's a face I remembered from a long time ago.

And he said his name was McCandus.

A remarkable coincidence.

I can understand your surprise now when I ask the same thing.

Could you describe him?

Just a British soldier.

Boom.

What he's like?

I tried to find McCandus again after I talked to you, but he'd gone.

So he may be up in front of us.

And, you know, I'm familiar with the country, he might not know to put his fire up.

In the bluff, down river peace, I thought I'd climb and try to pick out a light.

I don't like it, Russell. We should not have brought him with us.

On the contrary, we had no other choice.

Russell! He heard him! He said he saw McCandus.

It's surprising, isn't it?

And he said he'd been talking about the mountain of the dead before we came.

The man has got to know more than he says he does.

Right. I say he'd get rid of him, no.

He might take us a bit longer to find the mountain, but we'll have it to ourselves when we get there.

Congratulations, Bane, on making at least one thing clear.

What?

The vacuum between your ears.

Now, you listen to me, the tour view.

We're no longer in London with the King's men standing on every corner.

We're here in the great American wilderness, well beyond the reach of the law, so stop your cringing.

If you're a man can release his animal instinct without something that pangs of conscience,

which is nothing more than a disguised fear, Bane.

I have no intention of leaving our fear behind us in the form of that bump and Daniel Boone.

He mentioned Guthrie McCandus. I didn't.

But even if he only knows the name, it's still too much.

Consequently, it's necessary for him to be with us.

As long as he's useful to us, he stays and remains alive.

Is that clear?

But what if he leaves us, goes on to the mountain alone?

What if he finds the ghost he's looking for?

Interesting theories, which is fact and which is fiction.

Bane, what are you doing to the fire?

I'm cold, and it is not the niktay.

Well, then perhaps you should get some exercise. Go find Boone, see what he's doing.

How can I find him out there in the dark?

It's quite simple, really. You find the bluff, you climb it, and you find the man.

You use your eyes and your ears and your wits.

You may also use this, if necessary. You do know which end of a rifle is which, don't you, Bane?

Maybe he's gone already.

I'm beginning to think, Bane, you're afraid of the dark after all.

The crickets, they've stopped.

Yes, they heard you coming.

It's like asking a squirrel to tree there.

Couldn't find Boone much less following.

The wise man hath eyes in his head, the fool walker than darkness, Ecclesiastes 2.13.

It's better Bane out there in the night with his fears than here, trying to reconstruct a ghost.

What? What was that?

It's probably Bane, stumbling over his own shadow.

Bane, this is no time.

But, games.

He's dead. He was a walk in corpse. Boone, it must have been Boone.

The town's back there, ashes too long. I make it about five hours ago.

The Shawnee surprised them. Ten, maybe twelve, bricks.

They left by canoe from here with two captains.

Two from four leaves, two.

The old man was a little bit old.

I was a little old.

I was a little old.

They left by canoe from here with two captains.

Two from four leaves, two.

Minus the one that got buried.

The Shawnee take their dead with them.

They don't bury white men.

Well, that leaves Danell. The tracks go right along the bank.

One against twelve.

Perhaps considerably more.

They're the long odds.

As long as Danell's alive and not chasing fool ghosts, the odds against Shawnee.

Let's go.

Let's go.

Let's go.

Let's go.

Let's go.

Where are you, Decca?

I'm out.

I'm out.

Where are you, Decca?

De reva.

We're in the road.

Send the road.

We're in the road.

In the trap, Decca.

It had to be in.

Boom, fellas, fear, Hawkins.

We drank from his cup of ghost stories.

We were divided in measly cockroony.

I underestimated you, Daniel Boone.

You speak a name.

Name a boom.

Are you a friend or four of Daniel Boone?

I am Daniel Boone, friend of the Indian.

If you speak two, then story lies.

Pachineer, jakayo.

Hello, sir, in the cross.

I'll stay with you, Decca.

I heard Jen Rogan, chief of many tongues, speak of Boone.

So I have come.

What do you want with Daniel Boone?

Boone is a magic name, but not one two men uses.

I do not lie, Jen Rogan.

The stories do not lie.

I have come to you, Jim.

Are these white men bound?

He stole the name of Boone.

He lied to Jen Rogan and must die.

If they stole the name of Boone, vengeance is mine.

Not yours.

Know this, Jen Rogan.

Many moons ago on the mountain of the dead.

I fought with a man.

And he fellas.

He fellas.

He fellas.

I fought with a man.

And he fell off of a precipice.

That man or his ghost.

I know not which has returned to haunt me.

And so I returned to the mountain of the dead.

To put my spirited rest and to silent the spirits who dwell there.

If they stole the name of Boone, they shall go with me.

To the mountain of the dead.

That shall be my revenge for stealing the name of Boone.

There we go.

To steal the name of Boone is to die.

My supplies you may have with my compliments, but my can I'll take with me if you don't mind, oh boy.

My apologies, Boone, for the moment I thought you had misplaced us.

You don't keep walking them, Chaunee's, unless place all free us.

Don't look back. Whatever happens, don't look back.

It's the hardest walk I'll ever make.

What's going on there?

Mark's up! What's going on there?

Get those pups!

Whoop! Whoop! Whoop!

Get these!

Rock it!

In the tree.

catalysts almost a second.

A column of the debt.

Candidates.

The Iroquois hit from both sides.

So we just tried to reach the river, but we were cut off.

Had to retreat up the mountain.

The Indians were just like picking poses.

The Redcoats never had a prayer.

Neither did you, Boone.

It's still don't make sense to me, Russell.

Why not finish Boone here and I'll get on with it?

We're here, Russell.

We've just got to reach out our hand and take it.

Eyes are dumb in the midst of arms, my friend.

They're also dumb in the blackness of midnight.

Our own little private rain bows in.

We'll have to wait till sunrise.

And what about Boone here?

Are you planning on leaving him? Wait till sunrise, too?

But one doesn't keep death waiting, Hawkins.

One merely tries to juggle the appointments.

And don't forget Boone did save our lives.

You mean you're thinking of saving his?

Gratitude is a memory of the heart.

My heart lost its memory long ago.

Gratitude.

A bitter burden to bear and detest those who saved them.

Which only goes to prove how little anyone really badness his own life.

No, Hawkins.

Boone is alive because I wish him to witness the approach of eternal darkness.

To appreciate fully the character of he who sends him into it.

And to bury this matter of the candor's ghost.

After that, the Conberry Boone.

Only one thing wrong, Russell.

Are you a barrier ghost?

Simply by proving there never was one.

By proving that nothing survives once a body is cold.

I'm sorry that I can't offer you the conventional last meal, Boone, but you see, you failed to provide us with venison.

Candor's wasry.

It was real when he was here.

He fell off of that cliff.

Agreed.

Mackandas was here.

Irreputable.

It was real that night he came to my cabin.

Wrong.

Only a dream Boone because you see I killed him.

The day before we came to see you, you couldn't have seen him really.

Again, Irreputable.

I killed him.

All right.

Mackandas was my brother in crime.

And he betrayed a trust.

A bomb which kept four animals fighting prison rats in starvation and insanity for ten years.

And the animals, Mackandas, myself, a poor unfortunate petty thief, Boone, and a debtor.

Hawkins here.

We're surely going to spy at a nobler category, Hawkins.

The trust?

Ah, yes.

Trust.

The mountain of the dead.

Only for us it was a mountain of hope.

A goal that sustained us.

By giving the illusion of purpose to our lives.

A mountain of gold.

Gold.

Hey, for Braddock's army.

Solid gold sovereigns worth ten thousand pounds.

You see, Mackandas was the payroll officer.

When the Indians attacked, he took advantage of the confusion to claim the payroll for his own.

He was in the act of hiding it when you came upon him.

That's why he charged at me.

Yes, that's why he fell off the cliff. Unfortunately, he survived.

It'd be court martial for desertion.

Sir, ironic, isn't it?

Mackandas stole ten thousand pounds.

It was jailed for desertion. It's a little like my own case.

I was jailed for for forgery when I should have hanged.

For murder.

He killed others?

It's only one.

My dear departed long lamented brother.

Elder.

Because of that accident of timing he inherited, I didn't.

And so one day he accidentally fell on his sword.

Or so they believed.

And I inherited.

Death.

She generously assumed because of my own extravagance.

Such a waste.

So you see, Boone, there's only one way to forget such a crime.

And that is to bury it with others.

To wash away the blood with other blood.

To avenge my brother's death.

By killing anyone who is guilty.

Of doing me a kindness.

So why you killed Mackandas?

Mackandas.

He hardly cuts.

He told us about the gold and I were together in prison.

And then he tried to find it himself.

That's...

...perfity.

Is what killed Mackandas.

Now as to you, Boone.

What was that?

Mackandas.

He said he would meet me here.

It can't be.

It can't be him.

Quick!

I knew we should have finished him.

Now he's gone. Not for long.

He's on our busy parade. Get up him.

Ochus.

I'll circle this way you go then. Get him between us. He can't get away.

Can't get away.

But now.

I'm going to go.

I'm going to go.

I'm going to go.

I'm going to go.

I'm going to go.

I'm going to go.

I'm going to go.

I'm going to go.

I'm going to go.

He's here right now.

The candidate's here.

Which one of us will he find first?

You or me?

I'm going to go.

I'm going to go.

I'm going to go.

I'm going to go.

I'm going to go.

I'm going to go.

I'm going to go.

I'm going to go.

I'm going to go.

I'm going to go.

I'm going to go.

I'm going to go.

I'm going to go.

I'm going to go.

I'm going to go.

I'm going to go.

I'm going to go.

I'm going to go.

I'm going to go.

I'm going to go.

I'm going to go.

I'm going to go.

I'm going to go.

I'm going to go.

I'm going to go.

I'm going to go.

I'm going to go.

I'm going to go.

That's true.

It was Trump president.

amia.

Gold Palm Award..

It was Trump's marriage.

You have it.

Nothing left.

There's been no one up here.

It's up, McCanders.

And you.

The pack rats have been here, Russell.

Rats like shiny bits of metal.

It's been a long time.

Rats?

Rats took it?

Like the rats had took my brothers' fortune, huh?

It's all over, Russell.

Finished.

Let's go.

Now, where?

Back to that dungeon called Life?

No, boo.

There's only one road to freedom.

One road to freedom for the two.

Robert!

I'm not sure.

I'm not sure.

One road to freedom for the two.

Robert!

Are you all right, Daniel?

Ted.

Are you all right?

Then go.

Ted, you.

What are you doing here?

See?

Just as I told you.

We've chasing for miles to know,

and he's as safe and sound as if we'd stayed at home.

Safe and sound, thanks to you.

You hadn't made that mountain line,

so I never could have made it.

My mountain line, Carl.

We just got here, Daniel.

I'll be able to see better this morning than I could last night.

Somewhere down here, there's any truth in the story.

Must be true.

Go somewhere.

1754.

Still looks new.

Russell must have found it.

I'm sticking down there.

Only nine of them left.

With the one Russell's found it makes ten.

Ten gold solvers.

Exactly what McAndrew's offered to claim.

The gold is real, but McAndrew's.

Ghost or flesh and blood.

Don't much matter.

Not anymore.

Got what he was after.

I guess they all did.

The gold is real.

The gold is real.

The gold is real.

The gold is real.

The gold is real.

The gold is real.

Daniel's moon was a man.

He's a big man.

Gippin' eyes like an eagle as tall as a mountain was he.

From the moon's skin, Gippin' on the dock of old Dan

To the heel of his raw virtue.

The ripiness, foriness, fightless man.

The frontier ever knew.

Daniel's moon was a man.

Just a big man.

And he fought for America to make all Americans free.

What a homebody do or wanna dream come true

or wanna go to number one and dream come true or wanna be.