Mohawk Page #2

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[panting]

[sobbing]

They're close.

Which way is the Mission?

Upriver.

Back the way we came.

Ten miles.

We can't just go

straight back through them.

You two follow the ridge

up to the river.

I'll double back

and lead them away.

There's only one way.

I won't let anything

happen to us.

You two...

are my family.

[speaking Mohawk]

They mean to kill you now.

[flies buzzing]

Gotcha.

Beal.

Let's move!

I... I don't like this,

Captain.

Colonel.

We need to get

to Fort George

before what happened

to Hawkes

happens to the rest of us.

We are advancing

with speed after the enemy.

Now, gentlemen...

We are in a valley,

surrounded by a ridge.

These vermin

have limited options.

To the north,

there's a river.

To the east,

there's a war.

They're heading west...

So we are headed west.

I'm with Beal.

Fort George sounds

like the right idea.

Well, you don't have a say.

This is Mohawk land.

We're in their house.

We are in

The United States of America.

Then that means

we have a vote!

Shut your bone box!

I vote for Fort George.

Gentlemen, you know me.

So you know I will do

what needs to be done.

And I promise you,

I will get you

through this safe.

But you had best

lower those hands

before I tear them off.

This is bad bread.

We are retrieving

a prisoner.

Nothing more.

[eerie music]

[battle cry]

[tense music]

[thud]

[gun shot]

Leash this dog.

[grunting]

Where are they, redskin?

Hmm?

Where's that squaw

and the Redcoat, hmm?

[screaming in pain]

[choking]

Don't make me look

for your tongue myself, hmm.

Maybe he doesn't understand.

Ask him where that squaw

and the Redcoat are.

Um, the Mohawk

are dirty dealers,

lairs...

They're cannibals.

Ask him!

[stuttering in Mohawk]

Where is your... squaw?

Aren't you worried about her,

being out here in the woods,

all alone?

- [struggles to speak]

- No.

But you should be.

I knew there was

a tongue in there.

She'll bring everyone.

If that squaw

is fetching more Injuns,

I think we best get back to

Fort George real quick-like.

Yeah,

Colonel or not, Holt,

you are one dumb

son of a b*tch.

We need to get out

of here double-fast,

before a whole mess

of redskins

come down

and scalp the lot of us.

So, uh...

You want a horde

of bloodthirsty red devils

harrying us all the way

to Fort George?

We've got a lead on them.

I say we march to the fort.

It's two days.

Come tonight,

these woods are gonna

become a butcher's yard.

Capturing them two

is the only way

to ensure our survival.

So, um, how are we

gonna catch up to 'em?

We aren't.

They'll come to us.

[screaming in pain]

We need to go back.

You will go to London.

You will not die for us.

[distant screaming]

He would not want us

to go back.

[sinister chuckling]

[wincing in pain]

[thud]

[grunting]

He ain't gonna talk.

He doesn't have to.

He just has to sing.

His pals will come

to the dance.

Open his mouth.

You go ahead.

You'll do it better.

Go on, boy.

Make him sing.

Beal, we ain't...

I mean, we ain't supposed

to torture these Injuns,

are we?

Do you see

President Madison here?

Huh?

The only person in power

in these parts is your daddy.

He's your goddamn president!

You sure this

is a good idea?

Are you my boy...

or are you my son?

[sniffs]

[grunting]

[gurgling, screaming]

[coughing]

You're a damn fine

conductor, Myles.

[gun shot]

[intense music]

Get him!

Please don't hurt me.

[grunting]

[gun hammer clicking]

Please go away.

You will not shoot me.

I will.

[knife dropping]

I'm unarmed.

I don't care!

I'm with child.

[breathing heavily]

Run...

Shitfire!

There's no goddamn

way around!

What's the matter with you?

Huh?

You see a chipmunk?

What the Hell is this?!

I couldn't bear to listen

to him choke any more.

[spits]

Where you goin'?

You got an appointment

with King George?

Hey Injun!

My boy is dead.

Dead!

Shut him up, Beal.

[grunting]

[gasps]

Why'd I let you

come here, boy?

Why'd I let these woods

eat you up?

My boy.

[wind howling]

[flies buzzing]

You smell like Injun,

Lachlan.

I still smell

better than you.

[chuckles]

I guess I'll just have to

rely on my looks, then.

Yeah, I've got you

beat there, too, Beal.

A woman's taste

might surprise you.

[chuckles]

What about you,

Fancy Dan?

Pardon?

Where the Hell

did you learn to speak

Injun like that?

And, uh, what's this little

nonsense all about, hmm?

The Founding Fathers

wanted us

to be able to communicate

with the savages...

and to look proper.

Well, they should have

learned to talk English.

Shitfire, Beal, they do.

You were just talkin'

to one of them!

Excuse me.

I am trying to wash the

blood of my boy off my body.

If you cannot give me

a moment of peace,

I...

I'll slice your tongues

out of your mouths.

I'm sorry, Colonel.

Myles was a good boy.

Two heroes died today.

I know how you felt

about the Colonel.

[downhearted music]

- [stick breaking]

- Don't shoot! Don't shoot!

Oh, God damn it!

So, you hear anything?

Well, I can't hear sh*t

if you keep talkin' at me.

Do you know what these

Injuns are gonna do

it they find us.

Hmm?

The ones last night?

They were the

lucky ones, all right?

You've studied Mohawk.

You should know better

than any of us.

They don't want prisoners.

They want blood.

Colonel.

We have got

to get out of here.

We've got to get back

to Fort George.

Please.

Because they are man-eaters.

- Shh...

- They will gnaw our bones!

You need to pull

yourself together, soldier.

Lest I personally

place you in the ground

with my bare hands.

Now, Beal...

You're a tracker, right?

You can't track?

- You've been leading us around in circles.

- Colonel.

I don't know what...

You earn your pay.

That's big enough

for a bear.

Then that means it's

big enough for an Injun.

The forest is

telling us something.

They're nearby...

and they don't

have many options.

It's fresh dug.

It could be

a couple of rats.

Only one way to find out.

Mm-hmm.

Me? No...

Oh, no.

The giant's too big

and I'm ranking, so...

What about Beal?

Uh-uh.

[gun hammer clicks]

I like Beal.

Do you mind?

Thank you.

[clears throat]

You see anything?

Nothing.

Do you hear anything?

Why don't you

drag your ass in here

and look for yourself?

[screaming]

Get him outta there!

Come on!

Get me out of here!

They're in there!

They're in there!

Is it both of them?

I don't know, but I am

not going back in there.

We know you're in there!

Get out of my way.

Gather us up

some green wood.

We'll smoke 'em out.

[coughing]

We need to find fresh air.

It's too narrow.

[coughing]

You were leaving,

so I didn't tell you.

Tell me what?

About the future.

I don't think there

is a future anymore.

I'm having a child.

How far along?

Two moons.

Is it Calvin's?

Tkah.

Mine?

Tkah.

There is a future.

Dig!

[coughing]

[coughing]

[coughing]

They must be smoked

as a pair of hams in there.

Hello?!

They ain't in there.

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