North West Mounted Police

The Canadian Northwest.

Here the first traders

from the Old World

intermarried with the lndians

of the plains and forests

to found a new race:

the Metis of Canada.

Here, for two centuries these

half-breed hunters and trappers

multiplied and prospered

a law unto themselves.

Then surveyors and homebuilders

pushed westward

bringing laws of land

and property

which threatened to end forever

the free ways of the wild trails.

ln 1885, resentful and confused,

the half-breeds,

under the leadership of Louis Riel,

revolted against the advance

of unwelcome law.

ln that hour, a handful

of hard riding men

in scarlet coats,

the Northwest Mounted Police,

stood between Canada's destiny

and the rebellion that was being

kindled across the American border

in a little Montana school house.

Three cheers for

the red, white and blue.

Three cheers for the red,

white and blue.

Three cheers for the red,

white and blue.

Thy banners make tyranny tremble.

Three cheers for the red,

white and blue.

Three cheers for the red,

white and blue.

Three cheers for the red,

white and blue.

Thy banners make tyranny tremble.

Three cheers for the red,

white and blue.

Susie, you didn't sing

the last words.

l got scared, Mr. Riel.

He kind of looks like the big

bad robber in the picture books.

l'm going to let you all

go home early today children.

- School dismissed!

- Bye, Mr. Riel!

Susie! Come here.

There's nothing to frighten you.

These are old friends from Canada.

Get the kid out!

Time is short.

-Run along. Don't imagine things.

-Alright. l'll sing good tomorrow.

You're not gonna be here tomorrow.

l got your message, Duroc.

Returning to Canada is death.

For some maybe, not for us.

15 years of exile

haven't changed you Corbeau.

Or you... l hope.

Canada change plenty. No more

she belong to the half-breed.

The law come on the old trails,

white people steal the land,

the surveyor tell us

where we got to live.

We send plenty letter to government.

She is too busy to listen.

Government take care of lndians,

take care of white settler.

Ain't nobody take care

of the half-breed people.

No half-breed gonna take

care of himself.

She's gonna fight by Jove.

You gotta come back, and lead us.

-Against the Queen's soldiers?

-Yes.

-We tried that once.

-This time it will be different.

The lndians are in grand council.

More Black Feet and Cree

than anybody ever saw before.

They'll join us if l say so,

and fight.

l got Cree blood,

same as Big Bear.

-The lndian government...

-What? You and me,

and Duroc, we will be the government.

With the lndians,

we'll wipe the whites out

of Western Canada.

We'll set up a new government.

Batoche gonna be our capital.

Half-breeds coming there by hundreds

from the river and woods,...

-They still believe in me...

-Yeah.

You know what happens

if we fail again?

We don't fail!

Corbeau's got something.

You've never seen a gun like that.

She squirt lead like a hurricane.

Trust Corbeau to know

the newest way of killing.

-My gun shoots 1000 slugs a minute.

-lmpossible.

A Gatling gun stole near

the border.

-Blood.

-Put on the dunce cap.

-l go fight alone. Come on!

-No!

l will never let you lead my people.

You can be the saint

that leads them Louis.

All l want is the whiskey business.

And l'll get it.

Or you'll get no help

from the lndians.

l don't want no help

from a whiskey trader.

-You...!

-Corbeau!

Louis, if he don't get

the Cree and Black Feet

to fight those redcoats with us,

we go smash.

And the half-breeds,

they don't fight without Louis.

So maybe you don't like each other

but you need each other very much.

Blood will run like water.

Blood? You won't notice it much.

The mounted police wear red coats.

Looks like bargain day

in Batoche.

Trouble... Keep your eyes open

and holster closed.

Left turn!

Present arms!

Present the arms!

Soldier, what for

you don't do what l say?

l go home.

Duroc, he's a go home.

Hey! Why you go home?

''Shoulder arm, hold arm,

right, left, right about,...''

He change his mind too much.

l go home.

Go home? Get back.

All you men obey the order.

-Come here!

-Red coats!

Johnny Pelang, dismiss the men.

Get the paper.

-Good boy.

-Shoulder the arms!

Redcoats coming, we dismiss now.

Go away, but don't leave.

You suppose the inspector's right

and Riel is back?

The inspector's always right.

-The fort's 20 miles away.

-Dry up.

-Where did they get those revolvers?

-Santa Claus.

The police.

Cover up quick.

Hello, Freddie Monts.

Pretty heavy lunch box

you got there.

She's just a little present

for my wife.

Be careful she's not your widow.

-Brave man to give his wife bullets.

-Stow that.

There are men here all the way

from the Parsnip. They mean business.

Fort Carlton tonight,

same place.

Ronnie.

l told you to forget that klootch.

She's poison.

-But Jim l...

-Never trust a blue eyed squaw.

There's the old wolf himself.

Go to hospital and call on

your sister. Stay there until l come.

-Don't come on a stretcher.

-Sharp now.

-Hello, Jim.

-Hello, Dan. Quite a crowd.

Sure. Plenty friends of mine.

-ls Louis Riel here yet?

-He is the best friend we got.

Better advise him to go slow.

For 15 years we go slow.

Now we go quick.

We give you 24 hours.

On this paper we write what we want.

lf your government say no,

we make new government.

You're making a mistake.

-The law is in the Northwest now.

-So is this fellow.

You can't fight the whole

British empire?

50 mounted police, only 50.

ln all Canada, only 500.

We got many thousand half-breed.

Big Bear and Crow foot

got 10,000 warrior.

The lndians won't follow Riel.

Maybe they follow Jacques Corbeau.

lf you bring back that killer

you'll deserve what you get.

You're a great old wolf, Duroc.

l'd hate to see you

hang with that coyote.

-24 hour Jim, we want answer.

-You'll get it,

if the wires to Ottawa stay up.

The wires, she'll stay up.

Just 24 hours.

Don't get them tangled

around your neck.

-You think Corbeau no come, eh?

-He will if he smells blood.

Maybe he smell blood

pretty quick.

Your blood!

Pull him down!

We're gonna fight!

lf we want Corbeau,

we'll be getting Corbeau.

The redcoat be skinned

pretty easy.

lf we want Riel,

we'll get Riel!

-Didn't Jim ask you to stay here?

-Yes but...

Take your hand off that bridle!

Stand clear.

Let go of that bridle!

Shorty! lt's a boy!

A boy Shorty!

Don't you want to see your son?

A boy! Hang loose!

Out of the way!

My son he ask for see me.

Good for him!

Tod McDuff!

l just have baby!

Remarkable.

-Hello, Tod.

-Hey, Jim.

Thanks for keeping Shorty covered,

but l'm glad you didn't shoot.

l was of a mind too

but l was afraid l'd drop a stitch.

She not very big.

How you make sure that's boy?

Black Chief.

That's chief.

Look, Jim.

l just got baby boy!

That's a fine papoose.

l've got to tell my wife

about this.

-Hello, April.

-Hi.

l'll have to get Shorty's baby

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