North Star Page #2

to protect what's ours.

You can't protect yourself from them.

I know these men. They crave gold.

To them, it's just another mountain.

Sooner or later, they would have come

to find and destroy it.

And you are half of one of them.

And you will destroy us.

NAKKI:

How do you know?

Besides...

...they think I'm dead.

Goodbye, uncle.

"Normann Olsen, deceased.

New owner, Sean McLennon.

Dominique Tropini, deceased.

New owner, Sean McLennon."

"Hudson Saanteek, deceased.

New owner...

...Sean McLennon."

What the hell?

Damn.

What is it, Smiley?

We got a problem.

Not now.

A big problem.

- Sean, what the...?

- Big time gunfighter, huh?

- What do you want?

- Just some broken-down bum.

Get out.

Get out, now. Now.

He's dead, huh?

The guy's dead?

Hey, I saw the Indian. He's alive.

I bought that mine because I thought

you could do something besides this.

Now, I'm in deep sh*t.

Deep sh*t.

I want that half-breed dead.

You're a bum.

I thought you shot him.

Hey, maybe I missed. I, uh...

Square piece of garbage.

My Sarah.

Read aloud.

Make me a willow cabin at your gate,

And call upon my soul within the house;

Write loyal cantons of contemned love,

And sing them loud

even in the dead of night;

Twelfth Night.

Shout your name

to the reverberate hills.

And make the babbling gossip of the air

Cry out, "Olivia!"

O, you should not rest

Between the elements of the air and earth

But you should pity me.

No way he's still in town.

I'll go back and burn down

the whole goddamn Indian village.

- Reno said to look out for him all night.

- Oh, Reno.

While he stays in bed.

Goddamn.

Goddamn, I killed that Indian.

You've gone too far, McLennon.

You want the cave?

Deal with me.

Leave the Indians alone.

You got that?

They have nothing to do with it.

It's just between you and me.

- Get away from him.

- Aghh!

Get out! Get out!

Reno! Quick!

Reno! Someone...

Quick, help!

Quick, someone's attacked Sean.

Stay here.

Help, Smiley, quick!

Help me, help! Get off.

- Don't move.

- Reno, please!

- Put your guns down, I'll kill her.

- Reno! Reno!

Let me go. Stop!

Get off me. They'll kill you.

Will you get off?

- What's going on?

- You gotta help me.

- What are you doing with her?

- What're you doing? That's my sled.

Help! Help!

- Stop, don't shoot!

- Sean, help!

No.

Sean!

Get the sleds ready

and get the goddamn tracker.

- You mean, the Indian?

- Yeah, the Indian.

Make sure Sean's sled's ready.

- You forming a posse?

- No, going fishing.

Don't forget his rifle.

- Of course we're forming a posse.

- Any money in it?

You two help get the girl back...

...I'll make sure

you never look at another mine.

All right.

- You can't go alone.

- Hey, Annie. Annie, we're gonna be rich.

Stay down.

Please, someone help!

- Help, somebody, help!

- Shut up.

- Stop!

- Stay down.

- Hold on, McLennon.

- You're late, aren't you?

You know, a posse ain't legal

without the law behind it.

Stay and do your job.

- Hyah, hyah, hyah.

- Hyah, hyah.

- Come on, let's go.

- I'm coming.

Halt! Stop!

Come back!

Smoke!

Come back!

Help! Help!

Where are you running to?

There's nowhere to go.

Give me your hand. Give me your hand.

I won't hurt you.

Hold on to me.

Go, go!

Come on! Hyah! Hyah!

Stop!

- Please, sir.

- Hey, hang on.

Please, hang on.

Oh, God. Please.

I'll take you to someplace warm.

What's going on?

The girl jumped out, she ran down there.

He brought her back, then continued.

- I can't wait to kill that Indian.

- He's not an Indian, he's a half-breed.

- What's the difference?

- Let's go.

- We don't want you here.

- Help me.

- You bring nothing but trouble.

- Leave me alone!

White man's trouble.

Help me.

You bring death.

Don't worry, she'll take care of you.

White men.

- We have to go.

- Don't touch me.

If you stay here, they will kill everyone.

- Let's go, come on.

- Don't touch me.

Let's go.

Let me go.

Come on.

No, no!

Quick.

Yap-yap-yap.

- He says he didn't...

- I know what he said.

I can see it in his lying face.

Go look for tracks.

I found tracks.

We go while they're still fresh.

Hey, wake up.

Wake up!

Stop!

Wake up!

Wake up!

Don't sleep. Wake up, wake up! Hyah!

Hyah, yap-yap, yap-yap.

I just hate this goddamn snow.

Christ.

You mean all this time

we've been chasing an empty sled?

He's been dragging us along

behind a goddamn empty sled.

I should have known,

you goddamn Indian.

What are you trying to do, kill us?

- I'll kill him, I'Il...

- Smiley, take it easy.

Come on.

No, we shouldn't trust him.

I'm gonna kill the son of a b*tch.

I'm gonna shoot his red ass off.

You're gonna shoot him, eh?

The same way you shot the half-breed?

Come on, Reno. He's just an Indian.

Go ahead, half-wit.

I bet he drops you right here.

I thought we were business partners,

I thought we were friends.

Friends? You shitbreath.

I'll kill you for that, Reno.

- I'll kill you for that.

- So shoot, goddamn it.

Shoot! You killed the half-breed,

we wouldn't be here.

Go ahead, shoot everybody.

I'm looking forward to hell.

- He's just an Indian.

- Heh, heh, heh.

What's wrong with you?

He's just an Indian.

Goddamn it. Goddamn them.

Goddamn that dog.

Goddamn that dog.

- Goddamn Indian.

- He's crazy.

I'll kill them. Everything.

Goddamn.

Goddamn.

Nobody dies until I tell them to die.

You should eat.

Please?

- I didn't mean to harm anyone.

- Well, you did.

I had no choice.

They were trying to kill me.

- You tried to kill Sean.

- No, I didn't.

Yes, you did.

I tried to talk to him.

With a knife to his throat?

I told him to stay away

from the North Star.

The North Star?

Well, that's his.

- It doesn't belong to him.

- Yes, it does. He bought it.

Because the owner died?

Exactly.

Well, I am the owner.

Do I look dead to you?

The North Star

belongs to those Indians...

...who gave you warm clothing

when you were freezing.

I filed a claim to protect them

from McLennon.

Whoa!

I'm Henry Pruett Johnson.

Colonel of the United States Army,

Fort Michael.

Military commander

for the territory of Alaska.

As of this moment,

the town of Nome is under martial law.

So you see, it's not that simple.

- I'm sorry, but I don't believe you.

- What?

I mean, Sean isn't like that.

He cares for me.

He's not what you think.

You haven't listened to anything.

You don't understand

why I'm doing this.

No, you're right, I don't.

- I don't think you're being honest.

- Honest?

What do you know about me?

You just think of me

as a half-breed and a thief.

No, I don't.

I mean, what are you hoping to prove

from all this?

That cave is sacred, like a church.

And McLennon's men defiled it.

They killed an old man

who was like a father to me.

And I could do nothing to stop them.

That man had my respect...

...because he taught me as a child

about right and wrong.

And if I can save that cave...

...then I can be honest with myself

about who I am.

Rate this script:3.0 / 1 vote