All language subtitles for Daniel Boone - S01E12 - Not in Our Stars

You may read this, Sergeant,

but I suggest you do so in a loud, clear voice

so that even the most unlettered cannot fail to understand.

Hear ye, hear ye!

Loud and gentle, that ain't loud and clear enough!

Yeah!

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah!

Read it again, Sergeant.

Be it known and published as of this day, am this innocent.

You heard the man, Sonny, let her rip!

Yeah!

That all ends extending west from the Allegheny's

to the Kentucky River are in fact owned by the Crown Colony of Virginia.

That all private citizens claiming title to such lands

are in fact trespassers and as such, subject to prosecution.

Be it also known that within 30 days of this proclamation,

all trespassers on the aforementioned lands will move,

or be evicted, evicted, with only such personal belongings

as can be carried by said evictees.

That should be quite sufficient, Sergeant.

They may read the rest of the particulars.

You may hang the proclamation on your under wall.

I don't think I'd do that if I were you.

Where am I touching about having things hanging around?

Excluding Redcoats, of course.

This proclamation was signed by Lord Dunthmore,

Governor General of Virginia.

Defy him and you defy the Crown.

Well, General, I'll tell you what you can tell your Governor.

Sergeant, what's this right?

One does not tell a Lord. He tells you.

Now the order is quite simple, really.

You have 30 days to remove yourselves from Kentucky.

If you fail to get out of the way,

you'll have 30 days to remove yourself from Kentucky.

If you fail to do so, you will be removed.

I promise you, for the next time, I won't shoot to miss.

Sergeant, what is happening?

Guard!

Guard!

Guard!

Guard!

Guard!

Guard!

Guard!

General, boom, was a man.

Just a big man.

With a knife like an eagle and as tall as a mountain's wife.

Guard!

General, boom, was a man.

Just a big man.

Can he clap for America to make all Americans free?

Guard!

From the cooskin, trapped on the top of old hand to the hill,

is his raw high shoe.

The ripiness, roaringest, fightiness, and land.

The frontier ever knew.

What a fool, what a doer, what a dream come true,

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

what a sweet.

Mingle.

Put you along away from home.

Daniel, what are you doing up there?

I ain't having a good time.

I'm not going to get out of here.

I'm not going to get out of here.

Daniel, what are you doing up there?

I ain't had you no blue jags.

Well, I was going to tell you, as he lives in the cable with him,

he's too old and too tough to eat, too mange you to skin.

We've just been sitting here and staring at each other.

He thought to cut some willow we can make some westering while we wait.

Yes, so we're going to have to cut this weight short.

Trouble?

Yeah, it's been shot.

Some kind of difference for the British officer.

He asked me to find you.

Bad?

Very bad.

It seems they couldn't find a bandage large enough to cover your ad's vanity.

Well, this set match just turned into a foot race.

After you.

After you?

What do you put in this gun, Botta?

Nope, just a little red pepper.

It's good for your liver.

It ain't my liver that hurts.

What does that mean?

Just what it says, Sparrow.

Some folks up in Virginia claim we don't own this land.

They say our title is no good.

If fighting off engines and clearing the land, raising cabins and sowing the crops ain't valid title for a chunk of land,

then I don't know what is.

Just don't make sense, Stan.

You surveyed conduct and filed claim for all of us.

And we got the papers to prove it.

A couple of drums and a lot of fancy words ain't gonna change that governor or no governor.

I say we take our proclamation up to Virginia and dish it up.

Can't tuck style for the governor's breakfast.

That's right.

Look to that shoulder, can you try that word and it didn't work too well?

Well, now that was a sneaky shot and caught me when I wasn't looking.

Him and his pipsqueak ragtail army.

Next time he shows his face.

Next time you might try using a little common sense of study or rifle.

Never heard anybody yet taking on the whole British army and walking away with a whole skin.

What do you expect us to do, Dannell?

Let him take what's ours bought and paid for right out from under us.

Yeah, yeah.

You're gonna do that.

Well, I expect you to use your head.

Either this is a mistake or a flat-out lie.

Either way, the law is gonna do our fighting for us, not powder and shot.

Starting the fights probably just what this Lord Dannzmore wants.

Lord, who?

Dannzmore.

Must be a new crown appointment, never heard of him.

Now, I'll give him his proclamation back, all right.

But I'll do it his way without a fight.

Well, then you're gonna need a second set of eyes in the back of your head.

Them British were their sneaky shooting, they're worse than the Shawnee.

I could provide those eyes for you, Dannell.

It's a long walk to Virginia, Mango.

Why?

The title to Kentucky is not just your problem.

Being the original landholders, the Cherokee have an interest in this.

Besides, I think I would like to meet this, Lord Dannzmore.

Now, there's your legs, Mango.

So we get back, keep those rifles out of trouble.

Oh, well, Cincinnati's have any more British officers stopped by?

I know, Dannell.

Lock your head up.

I still think we ought to all of gone with them.

Dannell could take care of himself.

Dannzone, the me understand, he sure can, but...

Oh, damn British, you just can't trust him.

Kentucky, for centuries, the dark bloody land of the Indian nations.

The land is precretious as a woman's smile.

And as cruel as the painted savages, you know where there's Kentucky.

The promised land.

And, uh, the most dangerous land in all the Americas.

And perhaps the most beautiful.

If Kentucky is all of these things, sir, I feel to understand why the crowd has such an interest in it.

From what I saw it, I'd leave it to these ragtag rebels with my blessings.

These ragtag rebels, as you call them, came the same wilderness that destroyed General Braddock.

And they did it with little else, and their bare hands and, uh, raw courage.

As for Kentucky's value major, I suggest that you listen to the first man to see its potential.

Don't worry, Sergeant, the governor will see you.

And unless I am sadly mistaken, he's about to make an entrance.

No. Now, please, sir, you know, I've got to announce you.

You already have. Sergeant, call out the guard.

That won't be necessary. Thank you, Sergeant.

Captain Daniel Boom, I presume.

You'd be Lord Dunsmore.

I've been expecting you, sir, but not quite so soon.

You must have traveled, uh...

...day and night.

Nothing to worry about, gentlemen. He's a friend of mine.

This friend, does he have a name? Caramego.

The name is old as the Cherokee Nation. Injustice proud.

A man who takes pride in a borrowed name is without honor, without reason.

Correction. A man who won't reason is a fool.

A man who can't reason is an object of pity.

But a man who is a freighter reason is a title Englishman.

Well, Dunsmore, I must protest. First these people force their way in here,

and then they dare to insult your person.

Relax, Major.

And then go here almost never take scalps after dinner.

Captain Boom is right, Major. After all, how can there be a quarrel between strangers?

That ain't hard, Governor.

All you got to do is friend a lot of long words on a pretty piece of paper,

ordering a lot of nice people you've never seen before to get off the land they bought and paid for.

Then sign it. An unpleasant duty, Captain, but a necessary one.

You see, the crown owns Kentucky. Major?

Your deeds, Captain, and the original transfer of ownership documents, all in order.

They were when they were filed, Governor. With one minor exception, Captain.

The Cherokee never did own Kentucky. Therefore, none of the subsequent titles are valid.

Not Dunsmore. The Cherokee have called the lands of Kentate Sacred

since long before England had a crown. You know that.

I know it.

But the colonial Congress of 1703 saw differently.

Signed by William Penn, you will know.

To stop the incessant border warfare, Penn signed a treaty with the Tuscarora Indian nation,

granting them all lands west of the Allegheny,

ported by the Ohio and the north and the Tennessee on the south.

And that, sir, includes Kentucky.

And Captain Boone, that makes this the final and irrevocable treaty.

Transfer of ownership, doctors, signed by Tommets.

The last living Rihanna of the Tuscaroras.

Only last month, the acting for the crown, I purchased Kentucky from him.

That a most reasonable figure, I might add.

It won't work, Dunsmore.

Too many people have worked too hard and paid too high price for four log cabin walls they call home in Kentucky.

They won't walk away from it.

No matter how many outdated transfers of title you come up with, Mr. Boone,

may I remind you of Article 7 in Lord Dunsmore's proclamation,

that the eviction of said land shall be done by peaceful means or by force of arms.

That I might add, but I have three full regiments at my disposal.

That's all it takes, isn't it?

Three full regiments, the glorious thin red line of crown and country,

and might becomes right.

Why, Governor?

Why is Kentucky in a handful of settlers so important?

All it takes, no no sentiment, Captain.

Only practicality.

There are dark clouds of disagreement hanging over us for crown versus colonies.

If those differences should erupt into a clash,

it is practical for the crown to remove all threats at our back

and Kentucky, sir, is at our back.

That's your problem, Governor. Not ours.

What we've got, we're going to keep.

And you just might mention that to those three full regiments for yours, Major.

Captain Boone.

It is not me with whom you quarreled, but the weight of an empire.

Defy it, and you will be trampled into the dust.

You and your friend.

Well, we gotta put the blame work along.

After all, it was nobody but Daniel Boone that got a swindle.

I'm going to get a swindle.

Now, quiet down all of you.

How are we going to settle this?

Just tell me how Daniel got a swindle when he didn't know a thing about it.

You just tell me how he did it.

How are we going to do it?

That's just the first shot.

Keep up this argument. There's going to be more.

Maybe even add someone. Then what?

Ever since Daniel's been back, you've all been sputtering like a flock of endless ducks.

What do you want us to do? Pat him on the back for letting Dunsmore run us out of Kentucky?

We ain't run out yet, not by a long shot.

I say, let's get on over into Virginia and bust old Dunsmore's mansion right on top of his head.

Get out of here!

Get out of here, Michael.

Do that, and you'll do just what he wants.

You're forcing the five-note Dunsmore's backyard.

Maybe he's out smart, isn't it? Maybe he hasn't.

Starting a shooting war on his terms is the best way I know to get licked.

It's a better way.

You used the time he's given us to fight back with the law.

Well, what law? Dunsmore got him all on his side.

Not all the law.

If I can find old Timing and get him to testify before a magistrate,

maybe Dunsmore's fake title won't hold up.

The Tuscarora don't take kindly to the strangers.

Dettin' Timing may cost more than you got to pay.

Well, that's a risk we'll have to take yet.

Dunsmore's given us a month or three weeks left.

Give me that time.

Time.

Time was...

Time shall be.

Drain the glass.

But where in time is now?

It's gone, Daniel.

Time and hope.

It's one thing to fight a man.

But it's something else again to fight an empire.

And that's exactly what Lord Dunsmore is.

An empire.

Mingo.

Don't you think you've had enough badgers?

Well, it's the matter, since an artist.

Are you afraid of being jailed for serving fire water to an Indian?

Mingo!

You better join me, Daniel.

It makes being trampled into the dust of a little less painful.

And that is to be your fate.

All of you.

Don't make much sense.

Nailing down that coffin lid with no one inside, Mingle.

Might be we're going to do a little trampling back.

Brave words can't breathe life into death.

The Tuscarora don't finish you.

The eminent governor of Virginia Will.

After all, he promised you that.

An empire never breaks a promise.

We still have time to try it my way.

If it doesn't work, Dunsmore's got a war on his hands on our terms.

All right, now? Three weeks.

So that you ain't back, by then.

We're going to do our best to do.

Here's an artist, give me a drink.

I've never known Mingle to run from the fight before.

I'll take a drink for that matter.

Come in.

Did you say it for me, sir? I did.

And I closed your mouth, Sergeant.

You know, if one was dropped a little tight, but not that tight.

Yes, sir.

I've got a mission for you.

Possibly a very important mission.

Some action I hope, sir. Some action I hope not.

If I've judged Captain Boone correctly, he'll try to stop me with legal weapons

before he resorts to powder and shot.

That means he will try to reach to men.

To contest our recently acquired land title.

To do that, he will have to cross the Cumberland trace.

You sure that trace is closed? For how long, sir?

Captain Boone were detained for, well, say three weeks.

Our problem in Kentucky would be much easier resolved.

Clear? Like a window, sir.

Major.

Kentucky is not the plains of Abraham.

And Captain Boone is not an opponent easily dispatched.

Nor am I, sir.

Sergeant, you may bring up my horse.

Your horse, sir?

You don't expect me to walk to Kentucky, do you?

Kentucky. But the settlers.

Why else do you suppose I would put on this infernal uniform if not to impress someone?

Not even a Kentuckian would fire on such a brilliant symbol of crown and empire.

But, sir, I mean, why?

Have you ever heard of Samson?

Yes, sir. Strongest man in the world.

And how he was finally destroyed?

Uh...

Yes, sir. He got a haircut.

And how did he get this haircut?

We had always happened, sir.

Lady T'Lilah, sir.

That's why I'm going to Kentucky to find her to Lilah.

Mom! I have a little trouble.

Dad trouble riding a horse and wearing a sword.

Trouble rides a horse.

And usually wears a uniform.

I'm afraid, but in this case it's too tired to do much damage.

My horse and I are not quite up to your wilderness trail.

It's right for quick.

Have I the honor to be addressing Mrs. Rebecca Boone?

You have.

Lord Dunsmore, that's your service.

The governor of Virginia?

Guilty. But I assure you, Mrs. Boone,

you will have no need for that weapon.

May I come in?

You already in.

Like of manners, young man,

is one of the privileges of the title.

Uh, most pleasant home, Mrs. Boone.

Well, it was.

So we were told it wasn't ours.

Until we were told it in three weeks.

We had to turn our backs on what took three years to build.

Mom, you're mad at him, not me.

Your son is right, Mrs. Boone.

Stretching out is not going to settle our differences.

Actually, that is why I am here to settle our differences.

I've even brought along a peace offering.

Snared them myself this morning.

Oh, Lord. Snaring rad.

And this Lord could just possibly clean them

if he could find someone else to finish the task.

Rabbit stew.

Huh. A dish fit only for the gods.

See the governor of Virginia cleaning rabbit?

It might just be worth it.

Ah, a dish fit only for the gods.

Truly a repast sublime, a feast of the angels.

And after that third helping, a night of indigestion.

My stomach and I are in complete agreement, Mrs. Boone.

It was worth it.

There's more.

For me, perhaps, but for my uniform, never.

I have enough trouble as it is getting this jacket buttoned.

If you're a general, why don't you carry a gun?

A reminder, Israel.

A general should always remember that battles are won by guile.

Not by gunpowder.

And that's why you're here, isn't it?

To win your battles.

In bible, Mrs. Boone, there is never a victory.

Only compromise.

These lands are ours, governor.

There's nothing to compromise.

Yes, and so your husband informed me emphatically.

So I've decided it is for me to bend.

To make concessions that will end our differences.

Concession?

For all the families in Kentucky who will submit peacefully to the will of the crown,

I am prepared to offer 25 pounds for their claims

and a clear title to a quarter section in the Shenandoah Valley.

We don't want your generosity, governor,

and we don't need your charity.

We want only what we've earned and what is rightfully ours.

Think about it, Mrs. Boone.

You're a wife and a mother.

Think what war between these settlers and the crown can mean.

We know what work in mean, governor.

We know all too well.

We live with it every day.

If fire an enemy hunger, feed him.

If he thirst, give him drink.

For in so doing, thou shalt keep colds of fire on his head.

At this moment, my head is uncomfortably warm.

You make a most formidable enemy, Mrs. Boone.

As Daniel says, governor, a man can't be too careful in these choice of animals.

Or his friends.

The choice is yours, my dear.

You're right, Donna. We're in Tuscora country.

Hold him. We're here to talk, not to fight.

Well, tell them not me.

We ought to wait until they're feeling a little friend here. Let's go.

We will. On the ground, here I lie.

Face to earth while I cry.

Hear my cry, oh, mother, my.

On the ground, here I lie.

Face to earth while I cry.

Hear my cry, oh, mother, my.

Hear my cry, oh, mother, my.

I had forgotten how sad that melody is.

The Cherokee song of death.

For title Englishman, you move quietly enough.

You forget this was once a Lord's castle.

I've forgotten nothing, and it shouldn't surprise you to find me here.

These are my actions, my memories.

To loater, singing wind.

Even her name was beautiful.

Can it be the eminent Lord Dunsmore trying to resurrect a cemetery

of forgotten yesterday's? A cemetery? Yes.

But not forgotten, Mingo. Not forgotten.

What do you want? An answer.

What was here could not have sown the seeds of bitterness between us?

What did? You look at me, a Cherokee warrior,

and you can't see the truth.

I look at you and I see only to loater's son.

My son. I see what was and what might have been.

But she died, and there was nothing left from me, but I doodied to the crown.

I was an officer, Mingo.

Here only to survey. I had to go back.

So he took me. A Cherokee boy, not yet a man.

You were my son. I was your shame.

A savage fit only for the back alleys of that jungle you called London.

The fault lies not in our stars, but in ourselves, for we are underlings.

You were my son. I drove you because of that, not in spite of that.

I drove you because I wanted you and the world to forget that you were part Cherokee

and to accept the next Lord Dunsmore.

Perhaps I drove too hard. Perhaps I was wrong.

For that I am sorry. The title is still there, Mingo.

A heritage of centuries. You have only to claim it.

I have only one heritage.

The one she left me.

No, your England is for Englishmen, not Cherokee, and Kentucky.

Is that only for Englishmen? Mingo, before should come between the crown

and the colonies, it will end.

And when it does, this wilderness will give birth to a new empire.

When it does, it will need a strong hand to guide it.

A hand that understands the Indian.

And Virginia's Governor General.

Whatever else is between us, we understand each other.

That's one heritage neither of us can deny.

Think about it, Mingo.

Think about a new Kentucky, big enough for both of us.

Oh, my God!

Give your life for a few minutes, talk, which is gonna be...

Talk cannot kill. I will listen.

Always figured you for a reasonable man, Tannin.

Tannin, you'll move.

Just been admiring your art collection. Hope you don't mind.

You had to put a cover flap.

Nothing's gonna cover them engines and find out where in here.

Make it quite Tannin.

To draw a knife in the logic of Tannin is to take guests by the hand, Daniel Boone.

Why?

I'm afraid your warriors didn't give me much choice.

You should speak to them about hospitality.

Once the Tuscarora were a strong people.

Once we welcomed strangers, but they brought disease, destruction, death.

What is here is all that is left of a once mighty people.

This time, no man will steal away what is left of our lives.

Oh, and I'm a robin empty grave, Tannin.

I'm afraid that's what your people are.

An empty grave.

A bright red coat.

A few worthless trinkets.

A cheap likeness of a king you'll never know.

You traded the honor of the Tuscarora.

Without honor, there can be no life.

Only an empty grave.

I traded nothing because you had nothing to trade.

Only a lie.

You gave away the ancient lands of the Cherokee.

And because of that, men will die and women will tear out their hair.

It will not be all or all.

No.

Not at first, but in time all the nations will be pulled into it.

Then they will punish the Tuscarora.

Then they will walk on your grave.

They will be ashamed.

Go on, Tannin.

Call your warriors.

Let them see your dishonor.

Either that or come with us to the white man's world and tell them about the lie.

Tell them they're still on or among the Tuscarora.

What will it be, Tannin?

Your shame?

Or your honor?

For an old man, this is high price to pay for honor.

How much further to this village you called Salim?

Not much farther in your eyes can say to men.

It should be there for dark.

Good afternoon, gentlemen.

That sneaky shooting tin soldier.

I knew I'd get him alone someday.

He's mine, Dennel.

You lost, Gerald?

A British officer never gets lost.

I suggest you drop your firearms where you are.

I'm glad to.

Just as soon as I wrap the barrel around your neck.

Shame!

And I've been instructed to avoid bloodshed, too.

Corporal?

Perhaps you, gentlemen, will be more inclined to drop your arms.

Possibly you'd like to do more.

I encourage you.

How's your weather?

Sorry about the bonds, but during the night,

it's a necessary precaution, I'm afraid.

Aren't you jumping the gun, Major?

Seems to me our little war wasn't supposed to start for a couple of weeks.

A necessary expediency boom.

Lord Dunsmore merely wanted a little added insurance.

Make certain his orders were carried out as painted asly as possible.

Like I said, Dennel, it does not be trusted.

Between your grandfather and my people are words of peace.

I wear the red coat.

You wear the red coat.

You're dying of prisoner.

Why?

This is the company you keep, old man.

Until our affairs are settled in Kentucky,

we'll just have to consider yourself my guest.

Sorry.

Oh, uh, by the way, my men have orders to shoot to kill.

Uh, whether they carry that order out depends entirely on your good manners.

Manish, I ever get that sore, toton, sneaky,

shootin' gold braided son of the crown alone.

We're not your brother.

No?

besek

Don't you decide in this one year fight?

Sitting on the fence can be uncomfortable.

Besides, my father changed my mind.

Your father, though it doesn't smell.

You're going to avoid Ginny, your father?

I didn't have much choice in the matter yet.

I does explain a few things.

Well, there's more.

I've been to Genote, the Cherokee Council about us.

I found another old William Penn title.

This one made with the Cherokee for Virginia.

Damn it.

Looks like you won't have to take your long walk air from.

Come on.

Really, Mr. Boone.

This will have to do something about your madness.

Corporal.

This happens again.

You'll lose your right.

I'll buy you them and make certain they stay that way.

They try it and they'll have one dead general to step over.

First of me, we've got a little standoff.

Oddly, Mr. Boone, I still have this.

Two shots, two dead men.

Might be there's a simpler way to go about this.

And what way?

It's toward your packing around.

You seem to be pretty proud of it.

I used to be handy with one myself while back.

Really, Mr. Boone, I'm not in the habit

of dueling with back wisdom.

Fair enough.

I'll tie one hand behind my back.

Of course, if you haven't got the stomach for it.

Delighted.

You've just given me the only possible reason

for disobeying orders.

Corporal, get this man your sword.

OK.

Now we shall see who has the proper amount of stomach.

Anna, you ain't touched the sword since the French war.

I'm handy enough to keep him busy long enough.

Long enough?

Long enough for you and you to take care

of those soldier boys.

I must warn you, Mr. Boone.

I have been regimental champion for three years running.

But for you, I promise only my best.

Excellent, Mr. Boone.

You've discovered which end is which.

Now begins your lesson in proper balance.

Last lesson, Mr. Boone, lose your sword and lose your life.

I'll give you the best of you, Major Boone.

Drop your weapons, soldiers.

Three of us, your ring, Corporal.

Dad, get

sent to Natus and the others.

They talked about taking Dunsmoor's match in a part.

So why not help him?

Why not?

I don't know.

I don't know.

It's all to do real well, lad.

Knock out a wall or two.

Should accommodate a Cherokee war dance.

War dance?

Captain Boone, just what do you think you are doing?

I don't know, Dan, all this room fits better for the livestock.

Let's get in the water.

Life's on.

Life's on.

Captain, Sergeant, call out the guard.

I want this room clear to the water.

Morning, Governor.

Go send some call on your guard.

We gave him leave.

Dad, you may have a point.

Kyle's good to stay nice and warm it here.

You know, set the bar up over there.

I don't give a post on the window.

I'd better light my game.

I'm in the car.

I'm in the car.

I'm in the car.

I'm in the car.

I'm in the car.

I'm in the car.

Hey, Kyle, what happened to you?

Well, it has something to do with being vested by one sequence.

Captain Boone, will you please tell me just what is going on here?

I'm glad to, Governor.

When William Penn signed the treaty with the Tuscarora, he had to sign one with a Cherokee

just to keep him happy.

That's right.

He gave him Virginia.

And we just bought that title from the Cherokee.

That is the most reasonable price I might have.

You did this.

You told me to think about a Kentucky large enough for the crown, the Cherokee, and the

settlers.

I was only being an obedient son.

Look at it this way, Governor.

Now you have the choice to make.

Enemy or friend?

Well, do I start tearing up titles or do we keep right on moving it?

You, wind, Captain.

Kentucky is all yours.

But on one condition, hold it, men.

You pour the drinks, and I'll tear up the title.

Pleasure your lordship.

And your doom was a man.

It's a big man.

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

From the moon skin cap, on the dock alone, then to the heel of his craw by shoe.

The ripiness, floriness, fightiness, man.

The frontier ever knew.

Then your doom was a man.

It's a big man.

And he fought for America to make all American screams.

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

What a boom, what a dream.

What a boom, what a dream.