Unconquered
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- 1947
- 146 min
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At the forks of the Ohio
stands an American city,
a colossus of steel,
whose mills and furnaces
bring forth bone and sinew
for a nation.
Not so long ago
a lonely outpost
guarded this very spot.
It was called Fort Pitt.
It stood at the edge
of an unknown land,
one of a line of forts
that ran from Virginia
to the Great Lakes,
marking the end of the known
and the beginning
of the unknown.
Civilization was east
of the Allegheny Mountains.
Conquest, opportunity
and death
lay to the west.
All around Fort Pitt
was a vast forest,
always beautiful,
always dangerous.
Men came into it
seeking many things.
Some for wealth,
some for refuge
some for freedom.
But to the Indian,
all men came as invaders.
Wars for survival
between red men and white
threatened to sweep away
these little forts.
Yet men kept coming west.
Some to build
their own fortunes,
even at the price
of Indian wars.
Others to build a nation,
even at the price
of their own lives.
These are the unconquered,
who push ever forward
the frontiers
of man's freedom.
its heroes and heroines
from strange places.
For one, the hope of freedom
was born at Old Bailey
in London,
in the year 1763.
Prisoner at the bar.
You have been found guilty
of the most heinous crime,
of murder.
It is my duty to pass
upon you the sentence
which the law enjoins.
Abigail Martha Hale,
the sentence of
this court is...
My lord.
Woman, be still.
My lord, hear me.
My brother was ill of fever
when the press-gang
broke in to take him.
I helped him fight to be free.
In that fight,
an impressing officer of
the Royal Navy was killed.
my lord.
The prisoner is here
to receive sentence.
that you be taken from
and thence to a place
of execution.
And that you there
be hanged by the neck
until you are dead.
And may the Lord
have mercy on your soul.
Come.
One word more,
by the gracious generosity
of Our Sovereign Lord,
King George the Third,
it is in my power
to offer you the King's mercy.
Instead of execution,
you may be transported
to His Majesty's colonies
in North America.
Not to die, my lord?
And to serve
not less than 14 years
as an indentured slave,
to be sold at auction
to the highest bidder.
Slavery in the colonies
or the gallows here.
Speak up, girl,
which is it to be?
Slavery, my lord.
Get the blood
in your cheeks.
at Norfolk tomorrow.
Mr. Leach, you won't
sell me away from
my husband, will you?
You'll sell according
to your indentures.
Seven year, I'll be free
and get me a bit of land.
And maybe even
a strong wife.
Get along, get along.
Me, I'll get me bought
by a nice rich widow
I ain't a rich widow,
but I'm willing.
Ain't you got
a wife already, Tom?
Wife. I'm serving time
for all four of them.
Break your ranks
and save your shanks.
Our land of opportunity.
Jeremy,
how old shall I look
in 14 years?
Fourteen years
older, of course.
Here, here,
have a care there.
Have a care.
Hold onto the slate.
Make fast
to the pin rail.
Ease that on the deck.
And at ease.
Some sort of
chopping instrument.
Stand by your braces.
Let go of the last one.
Jeremy, put it back
before the owner sees you.
The owner
has seen you.
Hand me that tomahawk.
Tomahawk?
I was just remarking
to this young lady...
Convicts should know
the punishment for stealing.
Captain.
Well, he didn't steal it.
No, well, perhaps...
Who are you?
My daughter, sir.
The devoted daughter
of Jeremy John Love.
Jeremy,
I'm not your daughter.
No, not in fact,
but in spirit.
You seem a gentleman
of discernment, sir.
Tell me, can you
always spot the queen?
I believe so.
Excellent, I've heard...
No, no.
Don't go away, my dear.
Jeremy, please.
You show a taste
for entertainment, sir,
entertainment with
a dash of risk.
Well?
Well, sir, observe your queen
is now between two knaves,
thus.
But can you tell me
where the queen is hiding now?
And if I do?
The stake is yours
to name, sir.
A pound.
A pound it is.
Put it up.
Oh, well, I seldom carry
large sums of money upon my...
You have other assets.
Perhaps a kiss
from your daughter-in-spirit.
Jeremy, I won't be...
Keep your hair on,
he can't win.
Man the mizzen
top-sail sheets.
A golden sovereign.
Gallant risk, sir.
Now, sir.
Now, can you tell me
where the queen is hiding?
Yes. Up the sleeve of a cheat
who is about to get 30 lashes.
Thirty?
You wouldn't have a man
of his age whipped.
His age hasn't improved
his honesty or yours.
Slave driver.
Wait.
I'll give you the kiss.
You're not giving it,
I won it.
He's got her
anchored all right.
Another cheat.
I paid you.
You can do better.
Slave driver.
Yes.
Yes, Mr. Garth.
This woman for sale?
Yes, Mr. Garth.
They're all for sale.
Indentured servant?
No, sir. Felon.
Felon?
It ain't deep in her
character, Mr. Garth.
She's good manners,
gentle, sweet.
Fit for all kinds
of housework.
I'll buy her.
I won't be sold to this man.
What's her price?
Mr. Leach,
the judge said public auction.
Hold your tongue.
She's right.
We'll have an auction
right here.
Gentlemen,
would any of you care to bid
against me for his girl?
Not me.
I don't hold much
with slavery.
That red hair
could change a man's mind.
I'm starting at 20.
20 is bid for
Abigail Martha Hale.
Offering 14 years
of servitude.
Let them see your face, girl.
Going once, going twice.
For the third and last time...
And sixpence.
Pardon?
Man, you've an eye
like an eagle.
But I dinnae ken
your way of throwing.
Did you say something, sir?
Yes, I said, "And sixpence."
Lend me your bodkin, Fergus.
Captain Holden has
a reputation for joking.
Make your sale.
Oh, yes, sir.
Yes, sir, Mr. Garth.
Going to Mr. Garth for...
You heard my bid?
Yes, sir,
20 and sixpence.
Captain Holden, at 50?
50, did you hear that?
What do you know!
50 for this likely
servant maid.
Strong and willing.
Do I hear another bid?
And sixpence.
And sixpence.
50 and sixpence.
Do I hear 55?
Cash on the barrel.
Cash on the barrel.
Try another.
50 and sixpence, I'm bid.
60.
And sixpence.
60 and sixpence...
That's better.
He must be very rich
or very interested.
He hasn't even looked at me.
60 and sixpence
for this rare gem.
Smile, you little scut.
Do I hear another bid?
Yes.
65.
And sixpence.
It's 65 and sixpence.
Hey, Chris,
the game's getting
a wee bit rough.
Here's your coat.
Do I hear 70? You will not
see the likes of this maid
in all His Majesty's colonies.
You seem to want this girl.
The Ohio country
won't be a healthy place
for a white woman
when the Indians get these
toys you're bringing them.
Usual trade goods.
Usual?
What you've got aboard
the brig Minerva
and the ship Paragon?
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