Northwest Passage Page #2

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I don't believe

they're lies.

Langdon, no.

He's dangerously

intoxicated,

a threat to the safety

of the community.

Take him aboard

the battleship

in the harbor.

You can't

shanghai me!

I demand that

word be taken

to my family.

Raving from

the effects of drink.

Raving.

Who's the one raving,

packer or clagett?

Take them both!

Langdon, you're

in bad company...

the lowest scoundrels

in portsmouth.

Why, you...

[hunk marriner]

Out the window,

langdon!

Take to the woods

and keep going.

Oh, your excellency!

They went that way!

That way!

some talk

of alexander

and some of hercules

of hector

and lysander

and such great names

as these

but of all the worlds

great heroes

there's none

that can compare...

see any redcoats?

No, but there's

a fella inside

in some

green outfit.

54's a lot of miles

without no rum.

Shall we risk it?

and such great names

as these

but of all the worlds

great heroes

there's none

that can compare

to the toh-roh

toh-roh toh-roh-toh

to the british

grenadier

here, you.

Whas the matter?

We ain't busted

no laws.

You can sing,

can't you?

We haven't

got time.

No? Why'd you

come in here?

Rum.

Where you headed for?

West.

Makes no difference

when a man gets west.

Help me get this indian

on his feet,

i'll buy you rum.

This indian

wants to sing.

We can't seem

to suit him,

so he's dissatisfied.

Whenever

he's dissatisfied,

he won't drink

anything but rum.

Unless we get him

to drink beer

so he'll get sick,

he won't be fit to travel,

and he's got to travel.

We'll sing some beer

into him.

All right.

Give us the pitch.

drink to me only

with thine eyes

and i will

pledge with mine

bom bom bom

or leave a kiss

within the cup

and i'll not ask

for wine

bom bom bom bom

the thirst

that from

the soul doth rise

doth ask

a drink divine

bom bom bom bom

but might i of

jove's nectar sup

i would not

change for thine

bom bom bom

bom bom

you my sweet brudder.

Your sweet what?

Your his sweet brother.

Don't worry.

He won't kiss you.

These indians haven't

learned that yet.

He's climbing

a mountain now.

When he gets

to the top,

he'll fall off

the other side.

There he goes,

into the valley.

When he comes to,

he'll be sober enough

to travel.

Gentlemen, i'm obliged.

I need that indian.

What for?

Bring some hot water,

rum, sugar, and butter.

Tout suite.

I owe these gentlemen

something special

and permanent.

Where'd you say

you're going?

I didn't say,

but we're going

to albany.

You're taking

a roundabout way.

Aren't you afraid

of getting lost

in the woods?

Not with the maps

he makes.

You make maps?

You can go anyplace

with his maps.

I've always been

interested in maps.

Ever since i've been

a little boy, i...

"langdon towne.

Harvard college."

Hmm. Quite an eye

for detail.

Ah. Thank you,

flint.

Cold rum is just

a temporary drink.

Ill wear off

in a day or two,

but hot rum

will last you

as long

as a coonskin cap.

Whas, uh,

whas this map?

Oh, thas

the northwest passage.

What do you know about

the northwest passage?

All they know

at harvard.

All they know

at harvard.

Where'd you

hear about it?

Oh, tall tales,

trappers' stories.

Whas a harvard fella

like you aim to do

in albany?

We aim to join

dutch traders

and go west.

What for?

Well, paint indians.

Indians?

Paint indians?

As long as we got...

long as we're going,

i could paint them

as they really are.

Smart fella like you...

can make maps,

drink rum.

I'm surprised

you're not in the army.

I'd be

more surprised if i was.

Well, you never

can tell nowadays

whall

surprise a man next.

We've got enough sense

not to join the army.

We don't aim to dig ditches

and chop down trees

and get shot at

in a red coat

that stands out

like a house on fire.

Might as well

be back in jail.

Well, maybe

you're right.

Maybe what

you're saying

is just plain

common sense.

Anyway, i wouldn't

recommend the british.

Maybe those dutch

up in albany

might just suit you.

Here's to them.

[Gasp]

Makes me want

to shoot a panther.

Two or three

drinks of this,

you won't have to

shoot the panther.

Just walk up to him,

kiss him once,

and put him

in your bag,

all limp.

[Snoring]

[Fife and drums

playing]

What the heck

was that?

On your feet.

Come on,

on your feet.

John, take

that shirt off.

We're military.

Where are we?

Crown point.

Get over

with the scouts.

Kankaba sick indian.

Kankaba so, so sick.

Of course you're sick.

I've never

seen an indian

need a coat of paint

worse than you do.

Where are my maps?

Major rogers took care

of them for you.

Major rogers?

The indian fighter?

Say,

is he the fella that mixed

that panther juice?

He brought you here

with that indian scout.

That indian got drunk

and went over the hill.

If you let

one indian get away,

they'll all get away.

So major rogers went

after that indian

hisself.

The smartest

indian alive

can't think half as much

like an indian

as major rogers can.

We're going to albany,

and i want those maps.

All right.

Come along, and we'll

get them for you.

Rogers thinks

we're drunk enough

to join those redcoats,

he's crazy.

You mean

them clay dolls?

No. Major rogers

ain't no redcoat.

Haven't you heard

of rogers' rangers?

They fight indians mostly,

don't they?

Indians? Hah!

They do everything

mostly.

Look over there.

Mcneil, where

do you think

major rogers

will take us?

One man's guess is as

good as another's.

Well, here we are.

Wait outside,

sergeant.

Yes, sir.

Good morning, gentlemen.

Anything more i can

do for you, command me.

You can return my maps

and sketchbook

and explain

why we're here.

I owed you both

a good turn.

Is no good turn

i can make out.

Don't you know

we're fighting a war?

The woods

are full of indians

who'd enjoy

using your hair

to make their girls

look up to them.

I see you've left

a girl at home.

It wouldn't be right

for you to go home

without your hair.

There are no hostile indians

between here and albany.

Well,

suppose there aren't.

I need a man

who can make maps.

I need him bad.

If you'd join

my rangers

and make a map for me

now and then,

i'd show you

all the indians

you could paint.

Of course, my rangers

are a pretty rough lot,

maybe too rough

for an educated man.

He ain't that educated,

and we can take care

of ourselves.

Then you'll take

to my rangers

like a duck

to water.

They wear

fancy uniforms

and eat like

major generals.

Sometimes there's

quite a spell

between meals,

but that only

whets your appetite.

Now and then

they have to kill

an indian or two.

I want to paint

live indians.

All right. When you

see an indian,

you paint him alive

as long as you

feel safe.

When he gets

too close,

let him have it

and then finish him

with a hatchet.

Well, thas just

plain common sense.

We're going out

tonight

and in whaleboats.

You won't even

have to walk

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