Unconquered Page #10

the prisoner has

admitted desertion.

Upon consideration

of the matter before it,

this court finds the accused

guilty of desertion

in the face of the enemy.

In accordance

with the articles of war,

prisoner will be stripped

of his military rank

and held in confinement

until the firing party will

execute the sentence of death.

Remove the prisoner.

The runaway bond slave

will be returned to her

lawful master, Mr. Garth.

Go back to the women's

quarters.

You bring white one.

You tried to burn her

at the stake.

Your tongue is forked.

I'm through with you.

The firelight's very becoming

to that red hair, Abby.

I really should thank Holden

for saving you for me,

if the firing squad

gives me time.

No.

For me, or for you?

For me.

I don't want you to die.

I want you to live.

You can't force me to live

any more than you can

force me to love.

You belong to me.

You don't want me

as a slave.

No, I want you to come to me

of your own free will.

I'll come to you

of my own free will.

Abby.

Nothing for nothing's

given here.

What do you want?

A word from you

can open doors.

Sentries can be missing,

a guard looking the other way.

You want Chris Holden's life.

Let him go tonight.

Give him his chance to live,

and I'll be here.

That stubborn fool would

rather die in the morning

than leave without you.

He'll go.

It'll be just you and me,

alone?

I promise.

Chris. Chris.

Abby. How did you...

I've been saying goodbye

to you over and over again

for hours.

Seeing you doesn't

make it any easier.

Here.

How did you...

You can get away through

the sally port tunnel.

Did someone push

the sentry in the river?

Time's running out.

Where's the guard?

You still have friends.

No, this way.

Isn't that door locked?

It will open.

John Fraser?

Find the relief column.

Tell Colonel Bouquet

how desperate things are here.

No sentry

at the sally port either.

Fraser must have bribed

the whole garrison, or did he?

Don't question me, Chris,

just go.

Are you going with me?

I'm staying here.

Fraser didn't open

these doors, Abby.

Get the relief here, Chris.

Don't let Fort Pitt

become another Venango.

You opened them.

You and I died together

back there at Venango.

There'll be a mug of rum

for every hole in his carcass.

You'll need a keg, Mr. Garth.

These men are possum hunters.

Watch the moat

by the sally port

tunnel there.

Something moving.

I'll send your keg of rum

to the barracks.

Abby?

This one, wife.

You'll go back

to your father.

The one you tried

to kill will be my wife.

White one love Holden man.

Holden is dead.

Not dead.

He was shot

crossing the moat.

No.

This one.

Hannah.

Holden man bring white chief,

many, many soldier.

Little fool,

why did you do it?

This one wife.

Fire attack on the...

Bucket brigade!

Bucket brigade!

How many men?

Get that roof wet!

Come on. Come on.

Start some this way.

The south barrack's on fire.

Steady there, steady.

Gotta keep moving.

You gotta keep

these buckets moving.

Get down.

Here you are.

Hold on to it.

Water wouldn't do you no harm.

Get this fire out.

Hey, Ma, look.

Injuns coming up

on that ledge.

You get in the house.

Oh, Ma.

Run along when you're told.

Kill him, Jeremy. Kill him.

Load with chain shot.

Here.

Throw a bunch at them.

Throw it, Jeremy. Throw it!

They can't wait,

Colonel Bouquet.

Fort Pitt can't

last three days.

I won't leave

my wounded here,

and I can't advance a yard

till the artillery comes up.

But you can't throw away

the 600 lives in Fort Pitt.

Chris.

Captain, I have lost a quarter

of my men here at Bushy Run.

Do the Indians

know that, sir?

I pray they don't.

If we can make them think...

Think what, Chris?

Send this dispatch

back to Legonnier.

Yes, sir.

Colonel, can you

give me 100 men?

A hundred?

I can spare 20.

Those men out there.

What?

Give me those men, Colonel,

and some wagons.

Are you mad, Chris?

Those men are dead.

And your drums and pipers,

and 10 of your Black Watch.

It can't be done,

but go ahead

and try it.

Whatever is left of us

won't be far behind you.

You are hungry.

Steady.

No powder for gun.

Put white flag on pole.

Take your people,

go back safe over mountain.

Guyasuta, you can save

your breath to run from

Colonel Bouquet's soldiers.

Ain't that

an army musket?

Yeah, a Brown Bess.

Ain't one of ours.

The 42nd.

The Kilties.

It's their flag,

the Black Watch.

Where'd they get it?

It's the 42nd for sure.

Do you suppose they...

Quiet.

'Tis a Highland

bonnet all right.

Where do you

suppose they got it?

From the Highlanders.

No mistaking that coat.

I tell you it's a trick.

Bouquet soldier dead.

Chris.

Don't believe

the lying varmints.

I come no more.

White flag not on pole

when time stick burn there,

all die.

Mama.

Hush, dear.

We'll hold our fire

exactly six minutes.

That means attack.

Post what additional

men you have

on the higher bastion.

This birch bark

will burn fast.

Detail dismissed.

Captain Ecuyer should

make this decision.

He's a sick man.

You'd better decide

for yourself or they'll

decide for you.

Where's the relief

they promised us?

I say surrender

and hoist this flag.

You're yellow, Bone.

We gotta keep on fighting,

and anybody that don't

think so, pick up that rag.

Why, you.

Mr. Fraser, give me that flag.

Captain Steele.

Hey.

Don't let them

hoist this flag.

Hear them war drums?

They'll stop in a minute,

then hang onto your hair.

And hang on tight.

Over there,

Grant and his Highlanders

were massacred and scalped.

And over there,

Braddock's whole command

was massacred.

But we're stronger.

Now Bouquet is wiped out

at Bushy Run.

Will you make

Fort Pitt the next?

He's right.

The Indians know

and all these people know,

that your last chance

died with the massacred

relief column.

We can't fight

with sticks.

What do you say,

Captain Steele?

I ain't aiming to surrender.

We got no chance.

There's the kids

to think of.

My wife and me

aim to fight it out.

With what, broom sticks?

Quiet. Quiet.

As a soldier, I'd fight.

But as a man responsible

for the lives of

these women and children,

I feel compelled

to accept the enemy's terms.

Captain, no. Don't raise it.

I saw the white flag

at Venango

stained with the blood of

people like these

who believed the Indians.

I'll vouch for the Indians.

I saw it, Captain.

Raise this flag

at the gate staff.

There's plenty of us

who'd rather fight, sir.

And I'm one of them.

Proceed, Mr. Hutchins.

Oh, we'll regret this.

Clark, we'll inform

Captain Ecuyer

in his sick room.

Yes, sir.

Give up now,

what chance have we got?

We give up,

all them massacred folks

died for nothing.

If my Joe was alive, he'd say,

"Keep fighting."

You hoist that flag

and I'll shoot it down.

With what? An empty rifle?

Get it up, sonny,

before we lose our scalps.

I'll have no truck

with surrendering.

You ain't got three kids,

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