Follow the River (1995) - full transcript

No sleep
again, love?

I slept.
She did not.

You're very sure
'tis a girl.

Mother is sure, and since when
has my mother been wrong?

Will you mind
a girl, Mr. Ingles?

I'd not mind a dozen if
they're as pretty as you.

You wore a strange
look before I spoke.

Will the world
end today?

Oh, I think not.
Yet I do feel something.

- I'll stay home.
- You will not.

The fencing can wait.



Go to your fences.

The farm's a more
demanding mistress than I.

No mistress for me, my Mary.
I've all I need in you.

The birds are

Up and I am up,

And please may I
have my oatmeal?

Pa, can I
help today?

You're not big enough
to be building

fences yet.

But you can
help Gran

pick blueberries.

After you've fed
the chickens.

And collected
the eggs.

Morning, Mary.
Will I be an



uncle again today?

She's having
her strange

feelings again.

Not about
the baby.

You'll take care
in the fields?

Yes. Until
sundown then,

lovely wife.

Tommy, help
your ma now.

Alright.

Ten times, ten

Times ten away

Across the
Ocean blue

Oh ten times
Ten times ten away

I'm coming
Home to you

Look at
the mountains

yonder, Tommy,

and just pretend that all
that space between there

and here is water.

Now suppose you
came across

that water--

In a boat.

Aye. Now how many times
that far do we go in

the boat?

Ten.

And ten times that
and ten times that.

And no
tree or hill

to be seen.

And you come to
a wee place called--

Ireland.

Good boy, Tommy.
Ireland.

Where your grandfather,
George Draper, and I

come from.

Good morning,

Mr. Harmon.

Mrs. Ingles.

You leave some of
that water for me,

Betty Draper.

I'd give a guinea
for my mother's big

copper kettle.

If I had
a guinea.

Maybe the peddler
will have one when

he passes again.

I'm wet with sweat
and frozen to

the elbows.

You'd best get finished
before Casper sees you

or you'll get
nothing more done.

Be kind, Mary.
He's lonely

since Alice died.
Though

he does talk.

That he does.
That he does.

Ah, Mrs. Draper.

Do you remember
I told you

that my dear sweet
Alice first came to

these shores in 1743?

Well, I
was mistaken.

It was 1742--

Mary!

Ellie!
Oh my God, Mary!

Hold there, John.
Thought I heard

a gunshot.

It's likely my belly
growling for hoecake.

Maybe Mary's
started her labor.

My sister's no
sort to fetch you

from the field

'cause she's
having a baby, Will.

Not unless
she's having trouble.

She was feeling
strange this morning.

She gets
those feelings.

She's tougher
than you and me

put together.

Like as not she'll
have the baby

at her breast

and be splitting firewood
with her free hand by

the time we get home.

There again.

Do you not hear it?

I've got it in me
to run up to

look on her.

I'll be back.
Don't eat my food.

As you
will, Will,

as you will.

Mrs. Ingles!

Mr. Lenard!

Ma! Ma!

Tommy!

Mat-tah!

Nee-gah.

Mother.
Will walk.

Eee-yah diero.

Betty, how
are you?

I'm dying.

Don't say that!

We're going to be
alright, Bett.

I
feel it.

I want to
die, Mary.

Tommy, you let your auntie
die, I'll give you a

good hiding.
Hear me?

Yes, ma,
I hear you.

Thank you,

Mrs. Ingles.

You're welcome,
Mr. Lenard.

Will we stay
here, sir?

Up there.

Don't die, Aunt

Bettie, don't die.

Paradise below
for a camp,

and they put us
in an eagle's nest.

It's safe
from pursuit,

that's why.

We must remember it so
we can find our way back

in case Will and Johnny--

Who is to follow, Mary?
Have some sense.

They're all dead.

Not Will
and Johnny.

I'd know.

They killed the
Colonel and Casper.

And maybe your
ma, God forbid.

But Jim Cull
lit out for

the woods,

and Miz Lybrook
knows we

passed by.

They're all
dead, I tell you!

You don't
know that!

Now let's take
a look at

that arm.

I'm afraid I'll have
to tear the sleeve

off your dress.

It's alright.

Tommy, thank you
for not letting

your auntie die.

You did a fine job.
You're a good lad.

Op-chee,
ageena koh.

Are you not afraid,
Mrs. Ingles?

Of course
I'm afraid.

Mother always said,
"Know thine enemy"

and "Never let them
see you are afraid."

I fully intend
to do both.

They could be gone
to the devil by now.

Why can't we start
at first light?

Mr. Ingles, there are
but six of us, against

how many Shawnee?

There are men coming
from upriver to aid us,

and I need my scout.

We should have
gone after them.

We should
never have

let them go.

By now we'd be
dead as Mr.

Barrier,
God rest his soul.

Be easy, John.
I'm as anxious

to leave as you.

Wake up, Tommy.

I don't care
how much we

hurt, Bett.

I do care, but
let's be still

and bear it.

Once we're to
wherever we're going,

we'll scream
our heads off

but not so long

as we're surrounded
by nervous savages.

So stand up, darling.
And help your

mother up.

Be proud.
Stand tall.

Right you are,
Mrs. Ingles,

dignity it is.

Sir, can you not
lead him by

his hands?

I know.

Mother.

You
not do.

I need comfrey
and willow bark.

Mother!
Be still.

See?

Thank you.

Weh-sah.

Weh-sah? Does
that mean comfrey?

Weh-sah is
good, strong.

Weh-sah!

May you burn in eternal
hellfire for what you've

done to us,

but may the devil give
you a moment's respite

for this kindness.

Moccasins.

Here.
And there.

They'll be following
the creek to the

New River,

I'd lay
odds on it.

They will
not follow

the New River.

They will travel
where our horses

cannot go.

North.
And then west.

Captain, the trail is
already cold enough.

I do share
your urgency, but

I advise caution.

I'll not lead these men
into an ambush, not if King

George himself were hostage.

She's a beauty.

I thought the little
jill'd never turn

you loose.

Poor little tad,

first thing she'll feel
in this life is

a mosquito bite.

Here, pretty one,

that's quite a
head of hair

you have.

It's Will
Ingles' hair.

What shall we
call you,

my love?

Elenor, for my mother.

And Bettie,

for your brave
and kind auntie.

Bettie Elenor.

That has
a fine sound.

What do you
think of that,

my Will?

Now you've got the
daughter you've

always wanted

and she's beautiful.

Mother.

Come.

She can't move yet.

If I don't move
now, I'll not be

moving again.

For heaven's sake,
you'll bleed

to death!

They won't
wait, Bett.

They'll kill us
all and go on

without hindrance.

Now help me up.

Mother come.
Mother weh-sah.

Weh-sah.

Diero.

Nee-gah.
Wee-sah.

Not make
big voice.

Shawnee mother--

Strong.

Weh-sah.

Shawnee mother.

Surely not.

Just squats,
gives birth,

and then goes
on with her life?

Eh-see.

Maybe I'll try
that next time.

That heathen has
his eye on you.

And you like it.

I'll thank you not
to talk rubbish,

Bettie Draper.

If you
had some dignity,

instead of whining,

and put a smile on your
face and not scowl at

them like they're devils,

they'd probably
treat you

better too.

They killed the colonel
and Casper and you

laughed with them.

Bett, I am trying
to keep us alive!

I hate them as
much as you do,

I know they'd
kill us without

a second thought.

But if they come to
think of us as not

afraid of them,

it'll maybe give us
a chance to survive!

We can't shut
each other out.

We've nothing
but each other.

And all is
not lost, love.

Johnny would
never let you go.

They stayed
here days ago.

Betty's dress sleeve.

It's got
blood on it.

But no dead bodies.
Let's move on.

But I caution
you, Mr. Ingles,

I have some
experience with

the Shawnee.

While they have
great respect

for courage,

they have no patience
for the sick or the

wounded.
Come on.

Mary, how will
we ever get home?

If there's a way
to somewhere, there's

likewise a way back.

All we must do
is follow

the river.

Can I try?

Nee-gah.

Ah-reen.

Mom, can Little Cloud
teach me a game with

the ball?

Please, Mom?

Which one is
Little Cloud?

The one
with the ball.

How do
you know

his name?

We pointed,
"little cloud."

I told him my
name is To-mas.

He's nice, Ma.
Please, can I?

Aye. Go play
your game, To-mas.

Thanks, Mom.

He'll be a proper little
savage all too soon if

you ask me.

Better a savage
than dead.

He's six
years old, Bett.

The Indian
is just a lad.

Let them play.

Bah-bay-sah.

Bah-bay-sah.

Bah-bay-sah.

Baby?

Bah-bay-sah.

Thank you.

Weh-sah.

Very weh-sah indeed.

Bay-oh.

Tommy.
Wake up.

We have
to move on.

One thing to be said

for all this walking.

It'll help
you regain

your figure quicker.

If it's regained your
sense of humor back,

it's worth it.

Aye, Mary, it's
been gone a while.

How far do you
reckon we've come?

Ten times ten

times ten away

Well, Betty, love,

now we are truly
in their world.

Remember, Bett.
Let John

be proud.

I will, Mary.

Thomas, stop that noise
or I'll tan your hide,

you hear me?

Dignity it
is, Thomas.

Thank you,
Mr. Lenard.

Thank you, Tommy.
You're a good lad.

Ja, zeer goed.
Ja, zeer goed.

I am "ungry."

Angry? Yes,
I reckon--

Neen, not
"angry", hungry.

They not feed.

I am old woman.
I need eat.

From vere
you come?

The Blue Ridge.

Ah.

And you?

Fort Duquesne.
You know it?

Injuns fight
vit Francemens,

all British
army killed.

One, two months ago.

All dead.

Your name is?

Mary.

Mary Ingles.

I am Gretel,
vidow of Herr Stumpf.

How do you do
then, Gretel.

Though tis not
much of a place

to meet.

No.

What will happen
next, do you think?

I not know,
Mary Ingles.

But nothing good,
I think.

M'sieur, I regret,
but you must

run, comprenez?

Run to the big lodge
and bow to the chief.

If you fall,
you run again.

Savez?

Go!
Vite! Vite!

Alright, you big Injun!

Hunh!

Ha!

Pas!

No! She's an
old woman!

You can't!

Gretel,

run! Go!

It's not so bad.
You can do it.

No, I will do it!

Nee-kee.

Mother be still.
She will run.

Sir, my sister is
sick and wounded!

I will got twice!
Once in her stead!

Ah-ho.

Mary, you have
more nerve than

the devil himself.

Welcome.

Thank you.

You speak English.

Yes.
You welcome.

You eat.
Then sleep.

I never thought
venison could

taste so good.

I have so little
milk for her.

It's fennel
seed, Mary.

For you, madame.

Monsieur, thank you.

It is all there?

Bon.

It is old, non?

A beautiful thing.

It belongs to
my mother.

She's a
fine seamstress.

Ah. Oui.
And you?

I manage.

How may I
repay you, sir?

I have nothing.

There is something.

She is my
wife, madame.

It is difficult
to explain.

Madame,

my wife's baby,
my baby,

a son,
il est mort.

Less than
a week ago.

He died.

I'm so sorry.

Tis a hard thing
to lose a child.

Merci, you
are kind.

Red Leaf, the old
woman with who

you stay,

she tell me, us,
that your baby

is hungry.

So, I
think, perhaps?

But she's an Indian.

Oui, madame.

They too
have children.

Amazing, is
it not?

Your box
will be sent

in the morning.

Trois. Un, deux,
trois, madame.

Madame.

Monsieur, forgive me.

I'd be very grateful
to your wife.

Merci.

No, it is I
who thank you.

To cover you,
when you sew.

Madame. S'il
vous plait.

It was bon chance
he find you.

Another man,
who knows?

They call him
"Chat Sauvage."

How do you
say, Wildcat?

He is Kispokotha,
a great war chief,

and he thinks
you are brave.

Weh-sah.
Good. That is

why he sends you to
his mother.

Red Leaf is
his mother?

Yes, Indians
have mothers too.

She's a
grand dame,

Red Leaf.

A Lenni-Lanape taken
in war by the father

of Wildcat.

She is wise.
He does

you great honor to
send you to her.

A word of
advice, Mary.

I know these people.

We are, how do
you say, allies.

They are brave, tres
genereux, tres

tres gentile.

Serve them well.

For you are
here toujours.

Toujours? What
does that mean?

It means you are
here forever.

And so we, er, propose
to do commerce

with you.

We will be,
er, partners.

Do
you agree, madame?

Agree to
what, monsieur?

LaPlante?

Madame?

I'm sure you
have discussed this.

You will make les
chemises, shirts

for us to sell.

You sew for us, we
supply the fabric,

and you will share
in what we make.

And how much
will you pay?

Elle dit, "combien?"

For every ten
shirts you make,

we give you one
fine wool blanket.

I'll not sew ten
for that! Four.

Sacre bleu, non!
Eight.

Six! And I want
the silver bracelets

you buy from the Shawnee.

But why?
You cannot

eat silver.
It is

not warm.

It is no
use here.

One blanket,
for six shirts.

And my sister is to have
the same work when her

arm is healed.

Eh bien. Six
shirts it is.

Nee-gah.
I walk her with?

Mattah, Otter Girl.

Say, "I walk
with her."

I walk with her.

Go for your walk.

I'll never understand
these people.

How can she let
LaPlante crawl

all over her?

It makes me sick.

How is she going to
stop him?

She's
his wife.

Aye. I wonder what
minister made

that wedding.

And what about you
and your traffic

with them, Mary?

Letting your baby
be suckled by

a heathen!

I have told you.
Her own child

is dead.

Will would die
of shame!

Will would see
that I have

no milk!

And without my "trafficking,"
you'd likely be dead

too by now.

I wish
I were!

Blast you for
a sniveling,

ungrateful witch!

I wish you were too!

Mother is good?

As well as
can be expected, sir.

Considering my
circumstance. And yourself?

I am good.

I wanted to
thank you,

I'm very grateful,

me and my sister
both, that is, for

all your kindness.

Your mother has been
a wonderful woman to

take such care of my baby,

she arranged for my
baby to have a wet

nurse, and--

Stop.

Mom, do you
like Wildcat?

He has been kind.

Little Cloud
says Wildcat

is the bravest
of all the

war chiefs.

And his ah'shemah's
to marry Wildcat

when she's big.

What was that
word you used?

Ah'shemah, his sister.
Of course she's

only 10.

Will we ever
see Pa again?

Yes, Thomas.
We will.

Someday we'll
go home.

All of us.

You and me.
And the baby.

And Aunt Bettie.

I'm glad.
It's fine here,

but I sure would like
to sleep in my own

bed again.

And you
shall, Thomas.

I promise.

Captain, even I can tell
we're following our

own spore.

I admit it.
The trail

is cold.

They're ahead of
us somewhere.

Somewhere?
You could

hide five armies
in this valley.

I regret we must
turn back, gentlemen.

My condolences.

Then we'll
go on alone.

Now that'd
be suicide.

He's right, Johnny.

But there must
be another way,

perhaps ransom.

Shawnee do not
talk of White man.

They are enemies.

The Cherokee
sometimes trade

with Whites.

Might not they speak
to the Shawnee on

our behalf?

I know a man.
His name is

Snake Stick.

He's more Shawnee
than Cherokee.

So I warn you, he
may be difficult

to persuade.

I reckon he'll
have his price.

You're talking madness.

It is my wife and son
and sister-in-law

I speak of.

Sir--will you
take us to him?

Tell him if can
ransom my family,

there will be
gifts for him,

horses, cattle.

Anything.

Please.

Please.

Coat.

I beg your pardon?

Coat.

Coat.

Must hold.

Oh, you want a shirt
for yourself, is

that it?

There should be
one your size.

Not this.

Mmm, must
be like--

Wildcat.

Wildcat coat.

Oh, it's a bespoke
shirt, you're after.

A dandy we
are now then.

Very well.
I'll measure you.

Be still.

You not do.

I did not mean
to mock, sir.

Hear me.

Mother good blood.

Children good blood.

Pe-eh-wah,

come with me
to Kispoke Town.

You cannot know
what you ask.

I will be father
to your son.

He will
be nenothtu,

a warrior,

not slave.

He will
be neequithah.

My son.

My--my son already
has a father.

No! No!

Go with him!

No, no!
Mary, no!

God, no!

As long as
we're alive,

there's a chance!

No, God!

Your sister
has fine man.

Piqua Shawnee,
a council leader!

She go to
lodge upriver.

You stay with us to
make les chemises,

n'est pas?

You cannot
buy me!

Mais, madame,
we have so done.

For deux chevaux--two
horse, two blanket.

We own you now.

For the old one,
widow Stumpf, we

give but one blanket.

Buying and selling us
like cattle!

You'll
never own me!

I take.

Sir, please.

He is mine.

You've been
kind to us.

Is this your revenge
because I would

not go with you?

It is done.

Ma!

Tommy!

Ma! Don't let
him take me!

No!! Tommy!!

Gretel! I want
to go home.

I want to go
home to Will!

It's not
funny, Mary.

But we can
do it!

You talk mad.
Stop it.

They've set us
to foraging,

have they not?

We leave the
village right

after dawn.

We return
at nightfall.

Why not keep on
going instead

of going back?

We'd have a
day's start.

We would starve.

There are nuts,
grapes, berries.

Plenty for us to eat!

But no meat.
The men have meat.

Our things are
added only.

It's crazy talk,
Mary Ingles.

I don't
want to hear this.

But you could go home,
to your kitchen and

bake honeycakes.

I have no kitchen.

No home.

It burn.

All my family
dead but me.

Then come with me.

Come to Draper's Meadows.

Live with Will and me.

The baby.
It cries.

They hear this.

We'd be miles gone
before they knew.

All we must do
is follow the river.

Come. We
must work.

Mary.

You must leave
the baby.

No.

Yes. First she
would die.

Then
me. Then you.

Better that than
live like this.

It's true.

So, I must think.

It's too late
to think now.

I will know
in the morning.

Gretel, when we go back,
you will not tell them

what I mean to do?

You think I
tell them?

You hurt me,
Mary Ingles.

Bon nuit,
mon ami.

He is now yours.
Dorm'bien, Goulart.

I will wait
for you, Marie.

There is time.

You are young.

You will
come to me.

She's--

It's used
to you now.

A good life,
she will have.

Not slave.

Shawnee she will be.

I had no choice.

Thank you.

Not one hour
I sleep all night.

I say yah, nay,
yah, nay,

yah, nay.

By dawn time I am
so weary I say nay,

nay, nay.

But come sunrise,
at you I look and

I say, yah.

Yah, I go.

In a while, I go.

Because I cannot
let Mary Ingles

go alone.

I, too, thought
all night.

About the baby.

Well, enough of
this idling,

Mrs. Stumpf.

Come, we have
sassafras to gather.

There's a fine
tool to do

it with.

Monsieur, we
need your ax

to cut sassafras.

It is sharp.
You will

take care.

You can be
sure of that.

Thank you.

Your arms. They
are bleeding.

Aye, from fighting
with berry canes so you

can fill your bellies.

Eh bien Marie,
you must fight back.

But take care.

We must not
lose you,

mon cho.

Mary.

I thought
I was ready.

Who could be
ready for this?

She is your baby.

Come. We
forget this.

No. I have
to go home.

I have to go
home to Will.

Come. Come.

They can't
hear you now.

That's it.

Good girl. Yah.

Good girl.
Good girl.

It's the first time
in so long that

we are free.

Yah.

Come dear,
and step lightly.

We're going home.

You think Jack
has found this

Snake Stick?

Why has he
not returned?

It's been days, Will.

Why do you have the look
of Mary when she's

feeling strange?

Do I?

She used to say
we could read

each other's minds.

Least she could
usually tell what

I was thinking.

I wish--

I want her to know
that we've not

given up, John.

That's all.

I am mad to
listen to you!

Gretel, we've come
many many miles with

no hurt to speak of.

I hurt!

But we're free, dear!
We're free as birds.

Free as birds.
And do

you know how free
bird is?

Always a bird is here
for a seed, here for a

gnat, here for a fly,

and that is all he
do, all day long.

Free as a bird.

Aye, it is like I said
then.

We really are
free as birds.

And what if there
is another creek,

and another river?

Then we cross them!
We cross them all!

Look, is bridge.
Come, come.

No, Gretel!

Yes! Come.
You

are young but
I am strong.

I take you
home. Come.

Be careful,
is slippery.

Careful here, Mary,
it's difficult.

Why did I
listen to you?

If I not

listen to you,

I be in warm
Indian house

with fire

and not this
cold river.

Gretel, I know
where we are!

Oh, good!

Down there, it's where
they let us bathe.

Now we
are truly

halfway home.

And at the end

of the day

he'd rub
my feet.

I can still see
his hands now,

big, and solid.

With that
fine dark hair,

and the blue veins
under his skin.

Such hands
has my Will.

So strong and
yet so gentle.

I was good-looking
then. Like you.

All the young men
wanted me to come

to the party to dance.

But the kitchen
of my mother--

was where I
wanted to be.

It was big and warm
and--safe--always,

with copper
pots and spoons,

hanging from great
black beams.

And ach, the smells!

Cheese in cloths,

and butter in churns,

and huge ovens
that smelled always

of fresh baked bread.

Stop! Have
mercy, woman!

You're caressing me at
one end and torturing

me at the other.

You are all
I have in the

world now, Mary.

All I have
in the world.

Mary, please!

Very well.
We'll rest here.

Lord knows I'm tired
enough to sleep and

never wake.

Mary, we are
lost, no?

We cannot be.

If we don't
eat soon,

I will die.

No. I won't let
you die, Gretel.

We will share
the blanket.

If you give me your word
you'll let me have it

back at my turn.

I give my word.

I have seen my cousins
the Shawnee and they

have told me

what is in
their hearts.

They had
a good life.

But then they were forced
from the south to the

O-he-oh lands,

where they had to
learn to live

all over again.

They took up
the tomahawk

against the English

because they were
driven from

their lands.

They will not give up
their captives easy.

You must know that
they adopt captives

to replace
Shawnee people

killed by white men.

I know that.

I regret what has passed
but we seek fair exchange

for our families.

Cherokee too love
their families,

but Snake Stick not
happy with what

you ask.

Not proud to go to
Shawnee brothers to

talk for English.

They will ask,
"If you so close

to English to speak,

why do you
not kill him?"

I reckon you'd tell them
the Cherokee are not at

war with the English.

Plus that's
my whiskey

you're drinking.

Now sir, do you
wish to hear my

proposition or not?

English talk.

Good.

Ask your Shawnee brothers
for a woman named

Mary Ingles,

her son Thomas, and
another woman,

Bettie Draper.

They were taken
from a settlement

near--Jack?

Chi-no-da-se-pe.
New River.

Mer Englis,

son To-mas,

Betah Daper.

And a man,
Henry Lenard.

No! Shawnee not
sell English man.

At war with
English man.

Let the Shawnee
decide.

Carry
the message.

Damn squirrels!
Everything gone.

Now we have 11.

We'll find another,
it just needs patience.

Give me the ax.

I'll do it.

No, I'll do it.

I can do it.

Give it to me!

I know you
out there!

And when I find you,
I eat you raw!

Gretel!

Not enough.
Find your

own tree!

Then you find
your own blanket.

No, I am sorry.
Here, I give

you some.

I'll not eat wood.
You hear me now.

I have a purpose.

I'm longing for
a faraway place

and a husband
who waits there.

I'll not be
stopped by starving

or sickness or hurt.

Nor will I be stopped by
a woman who's got

no purpose,

who's ruled only by
her gut, for she's

nothing to go home to.

Eating wood. You'll
be eating worms next.

I'd rather eat worms
than the worms

eat me!

Mary, Mary!

Mary!

Mary!

Don't leave me!

Mary,

no farther, please.

I know it's hard, Gretel,
but we're getting closer.

I no have to do
what you say.

I die from doing
what you say.

You'll die
if you stay here.

No, I die from
listening to you!

I am sorry.
I not mean.

I not hit you
again, Mary.

I promise.

You better not
try, Gretel.

Because if we're
to reach home, we

have to do it together.

Get that greasy carcass
of yours out of

my path.

Move, you clod!

You do that to me
once more, I

kill you!

You've nothing to kill
me with but your

bare hands!

We have
to cross

here, Gretel!

Maybe we'll find
some more berries

over there!

I want no
more berries!

Well, we've not
had much luck

at fishing.

I want no
more fish!

Maybe I eat you,
Mary Ingles!

No, wait, Mary!

No! Mary!
Come back!

Mary, no, don't
leave me here!

No! No!
Mary!

No!

Mary!

Mary!

Mary! I am sorry!

I want us friends!
Like before!

It is best
that we're apart.

You have your side,
and I have mine!

Did you find
food, dear?

A root!

Mary, please!
Be my friend!

We must be
on our way!

Gretel!

Please!

Lord, I don't
think I can

go on.

Quit your whining,
Mary Ingles.

Just keep moving.

Just keep moving.

Have to pray,
have to pray.

Why? What's to
be thankful for?

Lord, you could've
been kinder!

Not that I'm telling
you your business!

I--I must--
must remember.

Must remember Will.

I must pray.

I must pray or I'll
never get home.

I must pray or
I'll never get home.

I'm coming home, Will.

I'm coming home, Will.

I'm coming home.

It's a woman.

Could it be
Mary Ingles?

Mr. Harmon--

Save your
strength, Ma'am.

I can't say much for
my skills at nursing,

but we've sent
for Miz Lybrook.

My mother?

Passed on, ma'am.
It was not the massacre.

It was more like
grief, I'm thinking.

And Will?

Will's not here.

Him and Johnny went looking
for ye amongst the Injuns.

They ain't come back.

I'm real sorry, ma'am.

When you were across
the river from me,

my heart, Mary,

was more empty
than my belly.

I know, dear.
Mine was too.

Oh, Gretel.

No two souls were
ever closer than

you and me.

And now you're
all I have left.

Miz Lybrook says that
woman eats like three

men and a horse together.

She was kind
to take her in.

Gretel is a
good soul.

There's young Adam
with fresh beef.

Will!

Let's get this over with,
there's just two of us

to hear.

What happened
to Tommy?

He was taken
by a chief

to raise
as a warrior.

Taken I don't
know where.

And the other?

She was born
in the forest.

Six days
after the massacre.

I carried her,
and fed her,

until I had
no more milk.

And then?

And then I had
to leave her

with a wetnurse.

She'd have perished.
You can see that by

the sight of me.

Did you give
this girl-child

a name?

I did.

But you are
not to know it.

And I intend to forget
it as quick as I can.

That's as it
should be.

Have you nothing
to say to me?

When they took
off with you, I had

to run the other way.

And that's
as it should be.

If you'd been fool
enough to run into

a massacre,

where would
you be now?

We're right where we
were seven years

back, Mary.

Just us two.

And I love
you more,

Will Ingles.

Is that true,
Mary Ingles?

I have proof.

I am here,
am I not?

Will!!

Ma!

Tommy!

Ba-bay-sah.

Thank you.

Sir, why have
you done this?

Your wife--

is nenothtu.
A warrior.

I do this for her.

To-mas.

Tanakia.

Farewell, sir.

Tanakia.