Death Hunt Page #4

- No. You listen.

We've been hunting a man who

knows how to live off the land

and use the terrain.

He doesn't have to

feed a large posse.

In my plane, Aklavik is

a mere 20 minutes away.

We've been pushing his tail

so he can't stop to gather food,

or build a fire to warm himself,

or fire a shot to give his position away.

Captain... have you ever

flown the bush in winter?

My credentials are impeccable, Sergeant.

They sent for me because

I am the best!

Now, your superiors know what this is:

one big goddamn embarrasment!

You've had your chance, and your ground

maneuvers have been an abysmal failure.

This is page 1 news,

and it looks just awful!

I see. It'll look good for the Air Corps if

one of your fly boys does what

the men on the ground couldn't, eh?

Face the fact, Sergeant.

This is a new era.

The future has arrived.

Well, if you're part of the future...

I don't want to see it.

Clarence...

...if I get to Johnson first...

...I'll give you half the reward.

You get to him first - you give

me half the reward.

That ain't fair. I want half.

Hold your fire, boys.

It's only me, Bill Loose.

I thought you was

the mad trapper for sure.

You shouldn't be sneakin' up

on guys like that, Bill.

- Sit down. Make yourself warm.

- Thank you.

How about a drop for the preacher?

So...

...you want to help us hunt Johnson?

You're one of the best trackers around.

No, thanks.

I prefer to work alone, you know?

You need us, Bill. We're the only ones

left who knows what this guy looks like.

Sure... except Millen,

Hazel, Sundog, and...

...and me.

There's a lot of gold in

them teeth, Clarence.

Gold at $35 an ounce.

What's eating at you, Edgar?

My territory.

Not any more, Edgar.

Things change.

I've seen it happen before.

If anybody's gonna bring

Albert Johnson in, it's gonna be me.

Not some bounty hunter or

fly boy buckin' for promotion.

Why you? Why are you so special?

He deserves me. Not them.

That's Johnson ahead of us.

He's runnin' with the caribou,

trying to throw us off.

His strides are gettin' shorter.

Means he's gettin' tired.

There he is!

I see him!

Alright - we got him!

- I could have had him!

- You're in a hell of a hurry to kill!

He's on the ridge!

He's trapped! We got him!

(engine stalls)

George Washington Lincoln Brown.

You black bastard.

I'll miss you.

- We've got to bury him.

- Don't ever grab me.

If we don't bury him,

the dogs will eat him.

Kill the dogs,

I got a man to hunt.

You got to make up your mind

if you're a priest or a mountie.

Hold it!

I'll shoot any man that

tries to follow us!

Now get back!

Get back!

You've seen what's happened up here!

He'll do the same to you!

Now, stay out of it!

Come on.

You still think you can bring

Albert Johnson in alive?

The pure fact is, he's

runnin' to save his hide.

And every man he killed,

he killed to protect himself.

Well, what about

Hawkins and Sundog?

What did any of them die for, Millen?

Johnson didn't do anything I

wouldn't do if I was in his boots.

And if I thought the killing

would stop here...

...I'd let him go.

My old man warned me

never to trust you.

I'm going in after him.

Back me.

Nail anything that moves...

...except me.

Johnson!

We got him.

He didn't move like Johnson.

Better check it out, but be careful.

Go on!

His face is blown off!

What did you see up there?

Nothin'. Just my eyes

playing tricks on me.

Maybe I am too old, eh?

Well, what about Johnson?

As far as I'm concerned...

that's Albert Johnson,

Now you're in charge.

It's up to you

when the killing stops.

He's dead, alright.

Get away from him.

There he is.

Jesus, will you look at that.

Teeth! Gold Fillings!

Johnson's got a whole

bag of gold fillings here.

He's the goddamn Mad Trapper!

Who shot him?

Who shot Albert Johnson?

Millen.

Edgar Millen killed

Albert Johnson.

Where is he?

Kneel down there.

That's it. That's it. Yeah!

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