The Revenant

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It's okay, son...

I know you want this to be over.

I'm right here.

I will be right here...

But, you don't give up.

You hear me?

As long as you can still grab a breath, you fight.

You breathe... keep breathing.

Hawk.

Ah, shit.

Goddamn sumbitches.

The sumbitch got shit for brains.

- You seen Coulter? - Nope.

Listen up!

When them plews is cleaned, I want you to hoop 'em up real tight.

Remember, we're not doing no 15-pelt bales!

We're going 30-pelt bales!

Fitzgerald!

Cap'n.

Where are we with the haul? What are you thinking?

I'm thinking, whatever it is they're hunting out there...

...I hope it don't need another shot.

Make sure we're ready to head out by dawn.

Been done by this morning. I'd have liked to be out by now, but the men are too tired.

We're only a few days from the fort. We're trapped out.

All we have to worry about is fresh meat for the boys.

Well, you seen Coulter?

Hey, we took down an elk. A big one.

We need help to haul the meat back.

Let me know when it's on the spit. I'll help you with it then.

Come on, I need your help.

We needed help when we were loading them bales.

I been eating this damn beaver meat so long...

...I'm starting to miss my wife's cooking.

- I'm starting to miss your wife. - Shut up.

Help!

Help.

Is that Coulter?

You go get the Captain.

Jesus Christ.

Anybody see them?

- Stay quiet. - Watch the ridge.

What was that?

Pa?

Let's go.

They got Thomas.

I can't see 'em. I can't see 'em.

Get down!

We're surrounded! They're everywhere!

Stay here! Stay here!

Paul, no!

They want us out in the open.

Nobody move! Stay where you are!

They want the pelts. We got to get on that boat right now or we'll lose it all.

Get to the boat! To the boat, son! Move!

Move, move!

Leave the furs! Leave the furs! To the boat!

Hawk!

Hawk!

Hawk!

Grab some pelts! Come on, grab the pelts!

Grab the pelts! Grab the pelts!

Give this to my little girl.

You're coming with us. I'll get help.

Leave the furs! Leave the pelts!

Willman!

Lean on me. Just keep going.

Get to the boat!

Fucking savage!

Get on the fucking boat!

Help!

Cut the rope! Cut the rope!

Wait for Amos!

No! We go now!

Fire the cannon!

Don't leave! Wait!

My daughter, Powaqa, is not here.

Collect all the pelts we can carry.

We'll trade pelts with the French for horses and keep searching for her.

And dust becomes flour...

...and when the morning is clear...

...this child of God will meet Jesus Christ himself. Amen.

You ready?

Hold still.

Where did you learn that?

My father was a doctor. Bridger!

Captain, we got a swarm of tree niggers out here waiting to finish the job.

Tell me you got some kind of plan.

Glass?

Missouri's no good.

Not while the Ree's running it.

We got to get off this boat.

You want to get off the boat?

Then what do we do?

Take our furs and sit out there amongst the Ree like a bunch of ducks?

Only safe thing to do is track a new course back up on land.

That'll add weeks to the trip.

Better than floating where they can get eyes on us.

They got eyes on you right now, son.

What I'm saying is we stay on the boat.

Chart a course toward the fort and take our chances on the water.

Glass knows this territory best. It's his job to get us home safe.

Get us home safe? Need I remind you we already lost 32 men?

It's 33 now. They were my men, Fitzgerald. I know how many I lost.

We do like Glass says. That's the end of it.

We have to set the boat loose. If the Ree are tracking us, they'll find it downriver.

Best course is to hike inland to the Grand and follow it to Fort Kiowa.

On foot? It'll be winter before we get there.

Unless we come across a post, trade for some horses.

Ain't no posts that far over!

Captain, losing this boat is a goddamn mistake.

The Ree ain't that stupid. We keep it, we can lay it up around Arrow's Peak.

Quit acting like you know what you're talking about.

Ain't nobody talking to you.

Who'd listen to you anyway? Can't find your way out of your breeches to take a shit.

All I'm saying is Camp Rhulen is just up the way.

We can hole up there.

We walk.

Yeah, I'm sure we will.

Wish my dad was a doctor. Then he could've bought me a captain's job.

What do we do? Pray these pelts ain't rotten if we ever get back here?

Make sure to mark this place. We're leaving a fortune under these rocks.

Glass, chart a course. Tightest you can that gets us around the Ree.

This ain't right.

We all know these furs ain't gonna be here by the time we come back.

There's no way we can haul them all the way to the fort.

Arikara are all through the territory. We'll want our hands free.

We're gonna lose those pelts.

- You rather keep the pelts or your life? - Life?

What life you talking about? I ain't got no life.

I just got living and the only way I get that is through these pelts.

Fuck!

Ain't no way I'm going home after six months working my ass off like a mule...

...risking my neck, men dying, and for what?

Damn near lost everything. Job's been fucked from the start!

There's the one been fucking us.

You wonder how the Ree got the dead drop on us...

...when Mr. Glass was supposed to look out for that very thing?

All them Pawnee buddies of his.

Pawnee's as much against the Ree as the rest of us.

Yeah?

Well, what about his little half-breed son?

What kind of savage you think his mama was?

Lay off the boy, Fitz.

All I'm saying is...

...a savage... is savage.

Hey, Glass...

...is it true what they say about you shooting a lieutenant while living with them savages?

Twenty-one dead soldiers and 40 dead feathernecks.

But you and your boy the only ones to walk out alive. Kind of a miracle.

Shut up, Fitzgerald.

Is that what you did? Shot one of your own to save this little dog here?

Shut up!

Why? Was he playing with this little boy's mama?

Did he kill her?

You can quit polishing that rifle when I'm talking to you.

I'm working on it.

You can work on it when I'm done talking to you.

Look at me.

That's enough!

You're forgetting your place, boy.

As far as I can tell, my place is here on the smart end of this rifle.

You move along, Fitzgerald.

That's an order!

Listen! There's only a couple hours of light left.

We got to stash these pelts and get rid of the boat. Let's go!

I told you to be invisible, son.

At least he...

if you want to survive, keep your mouth shut.

- At least he heard me... - They don't hear your voice!

They just see the color of your face.

You understand?

Yes.

You have to listen to me, son.

You have to listen.

Beckett!

Weston!

Why are they not jumping?

It looks like they changed their minds.

Smart sumbitches.

Smart.

I ought to be on that boat.

They did the right thing.

It's time to move.

Get up.

We're headed out.

I'm coming.

It's better you lay down.

When the rest of the men are ready you send them to me.

I'm going west.

You are my son.

There are only two here.

Powaqa is not here.

The others probably took her.

They went north.

We'll pick up their tracks on the mountain.

Was it the right decision? Leaving the boat?

The Ree own that river. They would've flanked us.

We stay east of the Grand through the mountains, we cut a week off our trip.