All language subtitles for Riverboat S01E09 A Night At Trappers Landing

At ease, men.

Welcome back, Sergeant. Is this all there
are of you? Just the seven men? Yes, sir.

At ease.

Well, Mr. Fraser, how soon can
you ward up and take on supplies?

What?

I'm sending you back up
to Missouri immediately.

This time with an entire battalion.
And bring back another cargo of coffins.

It's the United States
Army's duty to see that every

Indian above Trapper's
Landing is wiped out.

You'll be ready to leave by six in the
morning. I'm telling you no, Colonel.

You don't even know
what happened up there.

A courier came back and
gave us a full report.

The only full report is
right here on this boat with me.

We know all we need to know, Mr. Frazier.

Nearly a full platoon wiped out.

Lieutenant Devereaux failed in his duties.

You're not going to use this
boat to risk any more lives.

This boat doesn't leave the dock until
the generals heard my side of the story.

Mr. Frazer, I'm not used to having
the Colonel's judgment questioned.

I'm only trying to
question his facts, General.

Are the era carriers on the
warpath, or are they not?

Sure they are, but... Well, then I mean
to send a force to control them, sir.

General, I might have made a
mistake when I sent so few men,

but it was all that I could spare.

Maybe if I hadn't counted so
much on Lieutenant Devereaux...

Devereaux wasn't to blame.

That's what I've been
trying to make you see.

Gentlemen.

Mr. Holden.

General Jacoby. Colonel Holden.

What happened to the wing,
Ben? It's nothing, Gray.

I'm afraid you have a very
headstrong pilot working for you.

I hope you can reason with him.

Oh, that's not easy.

I just got back into
town, gentlemen. I don't know

any more about this
than you do. Excuse me.

Ben, I got here as soon as I could.
Now tell me, what's this all about?

They're trying to take over the boat
again, Gray. By six in the morning,

they'll be on their way to a full-scale
bloodbath. Well, we'll see, we'll see.

Now let's get the whole story.

There's no need to send any
more men up there, don't you see?

That's what Devereaux died to
keep them from doing. Devereaux?

Uh-huh.

Yes, but Ben, this is the United States
Army. I don't see how you can stop them.

When they hear the truth, it'll stop
them. I've got the proof, right here.

General, if you'd just let me
show you what's behind all this.

Come in, Mr. Rothgate. Good evening,
General, gentlemen, colonel. Rothgate,

I'm deeply sorry to have
disturbed you this way.

The army needs me. I want to cooperate
anytime. Would you sit down, please?

Well, what can I do for you?

I'd say you can go to jail,
Rothgate, and count yourself lucky. Jail?

For what? If the army
wants to control the Indians,

there's a lot simpler way than kill them.

It's not the Indians' fault.

It's the fault of Rothgate's fur
company. Just a moment, Fraser.

You're making very
serious charges. You bet I am.

If you'll just give me five minutes.

This hearing will be conducted in
an orderly manner. Is that clear?

Yes, sir. All right.

I'm going to ask Colonel Nicholson to
give us the full account from the beginning.

You'll have a chance to tell
your side of the story in due time.

Throughout the swing of this year, Mr.

Rothgate has come to me with stories of
Indian attacks on his fur trading posts.

I considered them merely
nuisance raids by renegades,

so I thought a handful of
troops could control them.

With this in mind, I went to
Mr. Holden to charter his boat.

I can't sit off on a trip like that
without talking to Holden first, Colonel.

All right, well, let
me talk to Mr. Holden.

He's in New Orleans.

Oh, what's he doing in New Orleans?

I don't know, but I
wish I was doing it too.

I thought the Eric Harris
were part of the Sioux Nation.

Haven't they signed a treaty?
That's right, and broken it.

They were given land to
live on west of the river.

The government pays them a
generous monthly annuity,

but that's not enough for them. They've
attacked my trappers, stolen my furs.

An outpost near their
village will put a stamp to that.

Therefore, I'm sending one platoon and a
dozen workmen to build them a stockade.

It's a long way upriver.

Those channels give a boat
this size a lot of trouble.

My partner spends half his time in
that country. Name's Noy Woodley.

I'll notify him to meet you at Trapper's
Landing and guide you the rest of the way.

Can he supply fuel? I'll see to it he
has wood cut for you when you get there.

I don't know. This is the only
sound boat in St. Louis at the moment.

You're a good pilot.

Must I remind you that I
could commandeer this boat?

The Enterprise isn't a troop ship,
Colonel. Well, she's going to be. Now,

you get rid of all the luxuries.
Strip her down to just the essentials.

We're ready to leave in 48 hours.

What's your name?

Don't be ordering me around,
mister. I'm not in the army. Well,

you might as well be.
You're working for it.

There's a free Irish-born
civilian, and don't you forget it.

May I have your name, please?

James Michael Cassidy.

You carpenter? That I am. All right. Name?

Tony Welchek, stonemason.

Polish?

You got something against
the Poles? I'm married to one.

Left, left, left, left,
left, left, left, left.

It's that guard outfit
from Jefferson Barracks.

They bring them up Fourth of July for
welcoming congressmen. Saints preserve us.

Me life's in the hands of schoolboys.

All right, you got five minutes.

But stay in the dark. Don't make me
come and haul you out of the saloon.

Dismissed.

Don't they have an officer in charge?

Yes, I believe he's
putting in his appearance now.

Now then, which one of you is
going to pay for the carriage?

My pleasure.

Sir, shall I attend to your
luggage? No, thank you. I'll take it. Oh,

you might ask Sergeant
Bulger to get the men aboard.

I'll be alone as soon as I
say goodbye to my sisters.

Yes, sir.

Andre, I just don't think
the United States Army is

showing good manners at
all taking you away from us.

It will only be for a few weeks. All I
ask is that you be true to me, all of you.

Oh, Andre.

You're going to be careful, aren't
you, honey, up in that wilderness?

Careful?

Janine, if I thought I'd be in
danger, I would never go home.

Now, I really must hurry. Goodbye, love.

Goodbye, love.
Goodbye, sweetheart. Goodbye.

Lieutenant Devereaux reporting as
directed, sir. Well, not precisely as directed,

Lieutenant. Colonel, should I have
my men move these things aboard?

They were just removed by my orders.

Yes, sir. I see, sir.
You're not going on any pleasure

excursion, Lieutenant? Certainly not, sir.

It was an embarrassing,
un-military display, sir.

But I was counting on field
experience and freedom from the

temptations of the town to
make an officer out of it.

What kind of an officer? A
bloodthirsty, stuffed shirt?

I'll tell you what kind of
an officer, Mr. Frazier.

A capable military commander.

Not an impulsive poppin' J
that lost control of himself.

Sir, Sergeant Bulger reported an
incident that I believe you ought to hear.

Sergeant Bulger.

At ease, Sergeant. Yes, sir.

Sergeant, you related an
incident to me about friction between

the first platoon and the
workmen that I'd hired.

Friction which Lieutenant Devereaux
failed to control. Would you tell us about it?

Well, sir, ever since the
lieutenant took over the platoon,

we've been getting a reputation of
being, well, soft, saloon troops.

And them workmen started writing us
about it as soon as we come on the boat.

Well, now, you just don't worry,
mister. This outfit can fight.

You're fine for carousing, maybe,
but precious little use in a scrap.

Would you like to find out for
certain? All right, now sit down, Chase.

They got no call to ride us.

There ain't one of you can stop us.

Pull it!

Attention!

At ease.

Lieutenant, these... Chase, be quiet.

Yes, sir.

Gentlemen, we have a
long trip to make together.

This isn't going to help.

We were just giving him
a little ragging, sonny.

Well, you've had your joke.

Now settle down and forget it.

The Army's got no business
sending boys to do man's work.

Just let them tangle
with a few Indians, Sonny,

and you'll find yourself in
command of a platoon of corpses.

What did you say?

I said corpses.

Them Indians is smart and they're tough.

These boys of yours
won't live ten minutes.

Spunky are you fancy, Bridges.

All right, you got a bite.

What's the matter with you? You come
here to stop a fight or start one?

All right, settle down. Of course, he was
only sticking up for the platoon colonel.

He always did that.

That's very commendable, Sergeant.

Nevertheless, sir, no good officer brawls
in front of his men, whatever the reason.

No, I should think not.

Well, thank you, Sergeant.

Now, gentlemen, we've heard an
account of a hot-headed officer who later,

I understand, jeopardized
the lives of all his men.

It hardly supports Mr. Frazier's
charges against me. Is that all?

That's not all by a long shot.

Is it all right if I talk now, General?

All right, Mr. Frazier.

I don't blame you for feeling
the way you do about Devereaux.

Till the night of Trapper's
landing, I would have agreed with you.

There was a lot more to him than that.

I'm not trying to excuse the
fight. I was mad about it too.

If I believe that, I have you
turn this boat around right now.

I doubt you'll lose that many.

I don't intend to lose any, not a man.

Well, I only meant that
this can be a difficult

mission or I would have
never been sent on it.

How do you know that?

I make certain no one looks to me
for daring leadership in the field.

I lack the gift for it, so I avoid it.

Oh, the army.

First they take over my boat,

and then they send me an officer who
thinks he's heading for the fairgrounds.

Well, am I wrong?

You don't think we'll
actually see any fighting, do you?

I don't know. I know the river.

There's bad water ahead
and rough country ashore.

We're days above Leavenworth, days above
anything but trade and post and wilderness.

And I'm counting on you to keep order
among your men. I promise I'll keep order.

You're not convinced?

You don't have much faith in me, do you?

I don't know.

You're a frontiersman. You've spent
your life on the rivers. That's right.

Well, then you'd hardly be
prepared for someone like me.

You something special?

I am André Vázquez de Verón.

Spanish mother, French father.

And both of them born of
generations of privilege and frivolity.

You've seen where I come from,
surely. In New Orleans, huh?

Mobile? Natchez? I don't worry too
much about where a man comes from.

What he does seems more important.

Admirable. Fair and straightforward.

Well, what I do now is
command that silly platoon.

So far, they've never been
exposed to danger in battle.

I've done my best to make sure of that.

And now I will do my best to
make sure that no harm comes to

them while we guard these
sacred outposts of the fur traders.

Don't worry, Fraser.

I'll look after the men.

And thanks for the medication.

And in the next few days, I
began to realize he meant it.

He wasn't always what you
gentlemen might call military,

but he looked after his men.

He'd drill them for hours
and they'd look mighty smart.

Then he'd get bored with
that and get out a pair of

swords he had and try to
teach him how to fence.

He could take a good deal of hardship.

Then he'd turn around and say the
food wasn't up to what he required.

River catfish.

I'll enter that.

Spend a good bit of time
learning to cook, Lieutenant?

Mr. Travis, if you squander money
the way I have in Madrid, Paris,

surely you know a little about cuisine.

No, not quite that.

Ferris, huh? Uh-huh. You might
have been better off to stay there.

You would think so, wouldn't you?

But you see, I didn't
go there for pleasure.

I went to study, and I failed the course.

Study what?

Wine, women?

Those be lies became my consolation.

No, I was starting to be a priest.

You, a priest?

You're no more surprised than I am,
Mr. Travis, now that I look back.

But in those days, confusion and a
troubled spirit made me look at many careers,

searching for one that might be valuable.

You don't call being a priest valuable?

Not if a man is confused, no.

Only if he is certain.

A priesthood is a vocation that
calls for strength and courage.

It was a disappointment
to decide to give it up.

Let's try the fish.
Swinging pretty wide across

the channel, wasn't it? To join the army?

Oh, the army.

A naive European
solution to a sad romance.

I figured you'd been
pretty successful in that line.

Oh, it wasn't the lady
who disapproved of me.

It was her husband.

There was even talk of a new hool.

Oh, I'd never do,
facing up to a challenge.

I am clever with swords, Mr.
Travis. I wouldn't have lost.

But it seemed wasteful
to take a life simply

because the lady and I
were... undependable.

Takes guts to turn down a fight sometimes.

Thank you, that's what
I like to tell myself.

But it did seem best to leave town.

I knew people who would
contrive to get me a commission.

I knew a tailor who would trust me for
the uniform, and so I joined the army.

Mr. Frazer, I need you at the pilot
house. The town's turning narrow.

You starting snacks?

Dozens of them. Willow Tree Bend.

Have some men on deck and we'll
tie up for the night. Yes, sir.

What's Willow Tree Bend?

It's the first of the Badwater.

First of the Indian country.

We'll be in Trapper's Landing tomorrow.

Then we're lucky we have a decent dinner.

It might be our last.

Remember it. Can you check the wood?

Yeah, just now. It's
mighty low. All right,

be ready to wood up at Trapper's
Landing. Where's he stirring us anyhow?

Hey, we're going to hit the bank.
Sometimes that's where the deep water is.

Hit the bank. All right,
get a line out, Trapper.

May I watch from here? Come on up.

You're one of the cool,
nerveless kind, aren't you?

Excellent. Extraordinary.

Very skillful. Just shut up a minute.

Marker halfway.

Steady then, steady.

The faster, the worse of it.

For now.

For now.

Hand me that glass, will you?

The whole place has been burned to
the ground. Are there any survivors?

Looks like only two.

Two survivors turned out to be C.C.
Thompson, the Indian agent for the territory,

and Mr. Rothgate's partner, Noah
Woodley. Now, hold on, Fraser.

I'll defend myself
against your charges any time.

But, General, should he be allowed to drag

in the names of two good men who are dead?

I'm only trying to report
what really happened, Rothgate.

I'll get to the point, Fraser.

Yes, sir.

It was dangerous tying up at a
place where Indians had just attacked,

but I didn't have any choice. I
needed fuel bad, and Thompson needed care.

Mr. Thompson, there is a treaty
with this tribe, isn't there?

What made them attack the
post? It's too weak to talk now.

Mr. Thompson, this is gonna hurt,
but that bullet has to come out.

Put your butt on this.

I can't understand why they do it.

We were told they were only
molesting trappers from time to time. Yeah,

who understands why Indians do anything?

How long ago did they attack you?

Night before last, just at dusk.

Must have been a full war party.

It was close to a hundred braves.

We were cutting wood for your boat.

All your trappers were killed?

Four of them there. The rest made it
inside. They got burned out during the night.

How did you and Thompson get away?

He got shot right at the
beginning. I took him into the woods.

The Indians didn't
notice us when they left.

How can we be sure they left? They
may be watching every move we make.

That's right. They may be. This
isn't what we expected at all.

What would suddenly make
them destroy a trading post?

Lieutenant, they didn't
give us a chance to ask.

I got it.

Thanks, mister.

Take it easy.

It was just the same with you, Mr.
Fraser. I haven't eaten in two days.

All right, come with me.

You think it's safe to
go ashore? I don't know.

I haven't seen an Indian for two days.

I'd have been long gone
for Pinewood Station if

it hadn't been for
Thompson waiting for you.

That doesn't mean
they're not there, hiding.

How far is Pinewood Station?

Oh, about 18 miles across the country.

Less by the river. It's our biggest post.

We'll never make one mile without wood.

I'll take some of the
crew ashore and cut it,

and I'll need some of your
men to guard them, Devereaux.

You're not going to risk going ashore.

I'm not going to risk sitting here
forever. We might be walking into an ambo.

She said there were a hundred
braves. That was two days ago.

If you go, I want to go along.

You've had enough.

You may need me.

All right.

Go and get your men, Lieutenant.

Ben.

Come outside a minute, please.

Ben, this isn't what we
were sent up here for.

We were supposed to build an outpost.

Impress a handful of troublemakers.

We have to have wood. What can we do
except go cut it? We can go back. Now.

I'll report the situation to Colonel
Nicholson. Let him handle it. Oh, dear.

Well, you can cast us loose, can't
you? Let the current carry us back down.

Yeah, bro, you saw the
channel we just came through.

It takes a full head of steam
to make the boat answer a wheel.

Drift him with the current,
I'd be aground in two minutes.

You're right, I admit. You need more men.

I'll go with you
myself, if that will help.

But I can't risk the
platoon. You don't have any choice.

Devereux, I know how you feel,

but you're in a war and
you're going to have to fight it.

Yes, that's what we've stumbled into.

But why? What started it?

I don't know.

I just know you're in command here, not
of a drill or a parade or an honor guard.

Command of a combat force.
Small as it is, I need your help.

Now go below and get me ten men.

We'll be ready in a few minutes.

As it were, as it were, I need ten of
you to go ashore with a wood party.

Past that clearing, sir?

Yes.

Well, ain't those woods
full of Indians, sir?

We don't know.

I'll lead the squad.

Who's coming along?

There ain't gonna be any
volunteers, Lieutenant.

You just have to pick them.

Yes, I suppose that's best.

Form a guard around the
clearing. Start at the top of the hill.

And keep alert.

Detail, double time, hike!

All right, let's get these axes working.

He's signaling for a parley.

Can you speak that language? A
little bit. All right, see what he wants.

Hold your positions,
and don't anybody shoot.

They aren't even armed.

Come to sell us beads,
maybe. Shut up, you two.

I've seen meaner-looking Indians
than that sleeping in saloons.

What did they tell you?

All the usual complaints.

The government owes them this and that.

Boats and threats, I told them
they're gonna get precious little,

they're gonna keep on burning trading
posts. We better pull back till they leave.

Forget the wood, men.
Head back to the boat.

Corporal Chase, back to the boat.

You'll have to leave
him, Devereaux. He's dead.

Come on.

Come on, Devereaux.

They say a man's bound to
chains the first time he's shot at.

I don't think Andre even
noticed being shot at.

What he was going through was
learning what it's like to give an order.

And see another man die for obeying it.

I have a thing, yes.

Just rest, Dunbar, just rest.

Five, I counted.

Five of us. We hardly
even saw any Indians.

We thought that... I didn't hear you.

We thought this was just
going to be a boat ride.

Why don't you come and have some food?

Later. Devereaux, I had to try it. I
can't move upstream or down without fuel.

I understand.

They were just too clever, that's all.

So we'll sit here and see what
else they have in store for us.

But why then?

If men are going to get killed,

don't they have the right to
know what the fight's about?

Trappers and their
families have been wiped out.

Now six of your men and two of mine.

We can't let Indians run wild.

Oh, so we're fighting
for revenge. Not exactly.

Well, then what is it, Ben? Fur collars?

That's it.

The right to wear fur collars.

I had one on a coat once.

I was proud of it.

But it wasn't worth a human life.

All I can tell you is for a long
night, you're going to need food and rest.

I admire your practicality.

I'll be in shortly.

Maybe I should take some men and try
to reach Pinewood Stockade overland.

You wouldn't get past the clearing.

Well, can't we at least
take the boat away from shore?

It's safer tied up. We only have to guard
the side of the boat that faces the water.

The Indians won't try
to cross that clearing.

Well, I hope that lieutenant of yours
has sense enough to put sentries out.

You men, the lieutenant wants you
to get up from steam all you can.

I take my orders from Mr. Frazer, sonny.

I said the lieutenant wants you
to get up from steam. Now move it.

If this means business,
all right, give him steam.

Move it, who gave the
order to cast off? That fool!

Mr. Frazer, you're wasting your
time defending Lieutenant Devereaux.

You're quoting the
lieutenant as saying some very

bitter things about my
furs and my company.

Is that the only
reason you're attacking me?

I'm going to prove everything I'm saying.

Then please do so, Frazer.

There's no point in dragging out
this story of a weak man's disgrace.

He wasn't a weak man. That's what I'm
trying to make you understand. Now,

I've started, and I'm gonna finish.

Andre had put us in a bad spot.

Nothing but black water around us.

And now what little wood
we'd had was completely gone.

Now they can bore us any time they like.

When you do something stupid,
you really do it right, don't you?

Don't stand there cussing yourself.

You try to help your men that didn't work.

Go and help them now.

And see that they keep their eyes open.

Look, there must be some way to work
us off this stand bar. Without wood?

Look, we're going to work up a
real head before we can move her.

Then we'll have to reach Pinewood by land.

How do you know the Indians
haven't burned Pinewood, too?

They wouldn't dare attack it.
It's bigger than Trapper's Landing.

It's protected by a small stockade.
Well, we'll see you in the morning.

Maybe we can make Pinewood by daylight.

Fraser, I swear you can. I
guarantee to get you there. You guarantee?

I mean, I know the way.
I'll guide you there.

Fraser, you can't ask us just to sit
here until those Indians come after us.

I said we'd see you in the morning.
Right now, nobody leaves this boat.

That's you,
Lieutenant? Aren't you on duty?

No, sir. Hale just relieved me. You
know, it makes you kind of jumpy, sir,

just standing around
here staring at this water.

I got to where I was hearing things.

The current, maybe.

Yeah, maybe. Maybe.

Can't be too sure.

Try to get some rest.

Good night, sir. Good night.

Are we going to get out of this, sir?

We know in the morning.

What time is it now?

A little past three?

Morning.

We ain't never gonna
make it to daylight, sir.

Oh, I don't know. We've lasted
till daylight before, all of us.

In the saloon at the Palace Hotel.

That's a fact, sir.

Keep it in mind.

I'll buy you a drink
next time we're there.

Yes, sir. I'll sure remember that.

How are you feeling, Mr. Thompson?

I gotta talk to that army officer.

He's pretty busy right now.

I haven't much time, Frazier.

I gotta talk to him.

Well, what about him?

Alex?

Sir?

Just checking. Don't
worry, sir. I'm still awake.

Hale.

Men, listen to me. They're
trying to pick us up one by one.

Break out every man, Bolger, and all
those workmen. Nobody's off duty any longer.

I want a ring of men around the lower
deck, not more than six feet apart,

any of them. There won't be enough
of us, sir, even with the workmen.

I'll ask Fraser for his crew
also. Get moving, Sergeant. Yes, sir.

Andre, come with me.

I can't.

It's Thompson. He's going
fast. The Indian agent.

He's saying things you
better hear for yourself.

Mr. Thompson, I have to be with my
men. I just want to warn you, son.

No sense losing a lot of good soldiers.
I've already lost a lot of good soldiers.

What is it?

You better listen to him.

He told me Woodley left the boat.

He's trying to make pine wood on his own.
I don't care what Woodley's trying to do.

It's me and Woodley,
them Indians he's after.

You and Woodley?

They've been stealing the
Indians' government money for months,

giving it back to him a
dime at a time for first.

He came in here and warned me not to talk.

But I gotta talk.

He wouldn't let them
burn his own trading post.

They tried to warn him, just like
they tried to warn us about the ambush.

He thought they were bluffing.

Bluffing.

That whole Aracara village is starving.

You were responsible for
getting that money to them.

Weren't you?

Son.

I let him cut me in on it.

Weren't you?

But I gave my share back.

He's got it with him in
that buckskin bag he carries.

All the money in the records.

Rothgate made a deal with
the government office in St.

Louis for Woodley to bring the money
to the trappers, along with the mail.

Then they'd tell Thompson the
money never arrived from Washington.

Rothgate wanted to drive the Indians out
so they could trap both sides of the river.

That's why I needed your troops.

Make it look official.

My men?

Slaughter?

For common thieves to
line the pockets of thieves.

I tried to stop it when it got
so bad. But I'm an old man, son.

How long ago did he leave?

An hour or so.

He'll hide out at Pinewood. Or
pay them Indians off if he has to.

I want him back.

He's got an hour's start, Devereux.

I want him back.

I want my hands around his throat.

Don't you understand, Ben?

Not one of these men needed to die.

Not one of them.

Mr. Fraser, I'll sue you for every
penny you're worth. Hold them, too.

The deaths of those men
are on your hands, Rothgate,

because you sent them up
there to make you money.

Slander.

Gentlemen, who's going to support these
charges? Thompson's dead. Devereaux's dead.

I'm going to support them.

Do you mean to say that if
these Indians had been paid,

there would have been no bloodshed?
What's the matter with you gentlemen?

That's exactly what he means.

All the Eric Harris
need is honest treatment.

Do you think I have the power
to interfere in Indian affairs?

Nobody will believe
that. Oh, I believe that.

You do have proof, don't
you, Ben? I sure have.

I have it because Devereaux got it.

Excuse me. It's all right. Come
in. You're not disturbing anything.

I don't even know what to say.

It's been a long time since I
paid any attention to this.

If Travis is putting the
deck boat in the water,

we're gonna have to row well
upstream. Not we, I'm going alone.

You'll never catch him by
yourself. I'm going alone.

I don't want to share this
feeling with anyone. What feeling?

For the first time in my life, I can
understand loathing and hatred and revenge.

I want to kill a man.

I've been a slow student,
but I've learned it now.

Are you sure killing Woodley
is worth risking your life for?

My life?

My life has been a wealth of
accomplishment, hasn't it?

One failure after another.

One helpless attempt after another
to find something to believe in,

something that couldn't
be tarnished or destroyed.

For a while I thought it might be
that... that silly platoon of soldiers.

In a fight, some men are
killed. All men get killed, Ben.

When we take our first breath on this
earth, we set out on the road towards dying.

And the chief concern of most of us
seems to be hurrying the journey along.

I don't know what you're talking about.

I only know I don't want
to see you get killed.

Straightforward as ever.

The honest, direct frontiersman.

Say what I feel. What's wrong with that?

Nothing. I admire it.

I admire all vigor and honesty and
vitality of mind, spirit, and purpose, but...

I am made of different material,
Ben, and I was a fool to forget it.

I am made of weak, soiled
stuff that's best discarded.

I've been taught the wrong
values from the day I was born.

Oh, they're stubborn, my relatives.

Death and decadence cling around
their shoulders like a shroud,

and they cloak the young in it.

My grandfather taught me it was
my privilege to rule over people,

even after those same people
had risen to revolt against them.

My uncles tried to persuade me that
the old prestige would be restored.

My own father, that...

That poor, bewildered man could only
fight duels to remind himself of valor,

and drink toasts to his
victims to remind him of honor.

That's my heritage, Ben.

Senseless bloodshed.
Killings, what I was born for.

Now maybe I will accomplish my purpose.

Deck boats in the water!

It's getting late.

I'll be ready.

We're not going to let him go by
himself, Mr. Frager. That's right.

They'll kill him before
he even gets to shore.

How many of you men
willing to volunteer? All of us.

If somebody can draw those
Indians away from the clearing,

can you wood up and get
this thing moving? Sure. Put

another boat in the water. All right.

We'll send Bulge and his
squad to attack from upstream.

And don't try to be a hero. Just keep him
busy enough for Travis to get wood. Yes,

sir. I'll go with
Devereaux to find Woodley.

Us too, sir.

Me and my platoon.

All right, get your gear.

No.

But sir, we're your platoons.

The two boats separated.

While Bolger served as a
decoy for Travis's wood party,

Devereaux and I led the rest of the men
towards Pinewood Station and Noah Woodley.

If all went well, Travis would bring the
Enterprise downriver and pick us up there.

Does it look safe enough, Doc Roach?

I'm not sure. Ben.

What do they...

I'm sure glad to see you fellas. I
figured you might come after me.

You mean you haven't
been inside the post yet?

I haven't even dared
cross that open ground.

You don't know if it's Trappers
or Eric Harris in there then?

I don't even know if it's abandoned.
Even if it's Indians, you're safe enough.

You can give them the money you owe
them and receive a royal welcome.

Where is the money you stole?

Don't get away, Lieutenant. He won't.

There aren't any Indians
around here. I'm going after him.

Come back, Alfredo. Come on, let's go.

I told you not to leave cover!

Come back!

Now, you men stay here.
That's an order. Daryl, come back.

Please, don't shoot!
Please! I have the money! Look!

Let's get the wounded men and get out
of here. Devereaux, the boat's here.

Come on. Come on, we can get away.

Look, I have it right here!

Another poor, bewildered little man.

Andre, the boat.

I can't leave him, Ben.

Not like that.

You can't help him. You
can't even reach him.

I've got to reach him. He's a living man.

Woodley, I want to help you.

Keep away! Keep away from me!

What's in the bag? Money.

And the records.

Everything Thompson said was true.

Why did you have to go back for Whitley?

You came here to kill him.

I couldn't do it.

Let me get you back to the boat.

I am tired of your silly boat.

I want a fancy boat.

Full of people and fun.

So he died.

I guess he was a man who
should have been a priest.

Anyway, he died like one.

To keep other men from dying.

And I wouldn't call him foolish
or a poppin' J or say he failed.

It's all there. Proof.

Why, there can't possibly be any
proof that it would stand up in court.

Colonel Nicholson. Now, stay
here, gentlemen. Quiet, sir.

Inform the battalion.

Call off the campaign.

Immediately, sir.

I'll also send foodstuffs
and funds to the Eric Harris.

Crossgate.

You'll come with me to the
district judge's home now.

But, General, you can't... Now, sir.

Will you gentlemen come
along? Oh, thanks, General.

Come on, Ben.

I think you can handle it from here on in.