Mohawk (2017) Script

I can give you one hundred of these.

-Why do I need these? -To fight the Americans.

We have a treaty with the Americans.

Lots of our people say that.

Then the Americans make belts with their skin.

Is that what this man tells you?

This was is the Americans' excuse to seize Mohawk land.

I promise you, my King extends a-a chain of friendship, he doesn't want your lands.

No, he wants us to die for him.

You're already dying!

Wentahawi, the Americans have scalped 87 Mohawk this month.

And they leave their bodies to be eaten by the animals.

That was far from here.

They're at houses nearby with at least 20 armed men.

And more will come.

Trust me.

You have to stop them.

Our people will never agree.

We can ask Uncle, he'll listen.

He's living at the mission while he hunts.

He won't be back for weeks.

If he sides with King George, the Mohawk will follow.

More words from your white man.

I have hunted with Calvin for over three months, Wentahawi.

He knows I am a man of my word.

Boys like Calvin will listen to any man that promises him war!

We must act or the Americans will kill us!

This Britisher only wants to use your body to protect him from American rifles.

And to keep you both warm at night.

I would never harm Calvin.

Or your daughter.

How far have we come?

Half our whiskey... give or take.

Sun is up.

No sign of Calvin.

He'll show up.

You know he doesn't like to sleep alone.

My mother doesn't understand.

-She's just cautious. -She's scared.

There's no room for that anymore.

I'm going to miss this.

Then why leave?

My father is a very important man.

He has plans for me there.

But I will miss these magical trees.

What about me and Calvin?

You must finish what we started.

I have faith in you.

And Calvin.

I can't drink like you.

No one can.


-I have to tell you something. -Shh.

Someone's coming.


We need to move!

I killed them.

I killed them all.

Jesus, that was a last resort, Calvin.


Where are you going?

This is bad, Calvin.

Someone has to stop the big knives!

You just showed you're full of fear then.

-You sound like your mother. -I am nothing like my mother.

I want the demons to leave and I will fight but what you did, Calvin, it was stupid!

Now we have to get back and tell the people we're at war.

They'll have to support me.

And if they don't, we go upstream to find your uncle.

Don't you speak for my family.

Nothing will happen to them. I promise.

I had to do it, Oak.

They're going to kill us all if we don't fight.

My mother's gonna kill us first.

If your mother will not support us, we need to get to your uncle as soon as possible.

How far is it to the mission?




Nice, ain't it?

Whoa there, friend?

My name's Myles.

Myles Quincy Holt.

Look, I didn't... I didn't mean to frighten you.

You uh...

You got a name?

-Joshua. -Joshua.

What the hell you doin' out here, Joshua?

This Indian land.

I live here.

Well, I'll be fucked.

A white man... livin' out here.

Jesus, ain't you afraid of gettin' scalped?

In my experience... it's the white man who does the scalping.

Ain't that the truth.

You by any chance know George McFeely?

He's up in uh, Fort Niagara?

Well, I heard he got himself 30 Indian scalps.

Can't say our paths have crossed.

Well, me and my men, we've been trackin' an Indian.

You ain't seen one runnin' this way, have you, Joshua?

I haven't.

How many men are you traveling with?

There's two of us.


You just said men.


I don't believe I did.

It's just the two of you?

Sure thing, friend.

I-I have to be on my way.

It's only my daddy, he sure don't count.

We're all Americans here.

You tell your father to stop moving.


You're making our new friend here a little nervous.

Colonel Charles Hawkes, if you please.

How many are you?

I'm surprised that a uh, man of your perceived heritage would bear arms against fellow patriots.

While I am well aware that uh, far too many allegiances have been tested this past year, I can find no viable circumstance in which a man would raise his weapon against fellow Americans.

I've been killin' British for years.

This boy's a redcoat.

He can't be, Colonel.

You know redcoats don't travel alone.

You're not alone, are you, Joshua?

He's travelin' with Indians!


Flank him!

They're over there!

They're over there!

We need to go!

I almost got him!

Get down.

Over here.

-D'you hear me? -Yeah, I can hear you.

Every timber nigger for a hundred miles can hear you.

You see anything?

Nothin'. They must've gone the other way.

They were scouts. The rest are coming.

How? I killed them.

Not all.

Why do you act and not use your mind?

How far to the long house?


We must be fast.



Calvin has done a great thing.

He set--

This is your fault.

You put this in their heads.

You need to talk to the people.

They're gone.

-Gone? Gone where? -Into hiding.

Your father watched the smoke all morning.

Our people will not go to war!

Go to the mission, get Uncle and all the cousins, they'll help.

It's too late for that.

Wentahawi, the Mohawk can no longer stay neutral.

You must fight or you will die.

No one should die on such a lovely day.

Say go.

I come in peace.


What are you doing so far away from home?

A great crime was committed today against the big knives.

These children had nothing to do with it!

Then why is your butt covered in ash?

Stay where you are!

The great father in Washington wants to know if the Mohawk are still his loyal children.

Howdy, Joshua.

Because of his actions last night, we must take the boy to Fort George.

I assure you, he will face a fair trial.

I ain't no man's prisoner.

This is not an invitation.

Get ready.



Tell these people they are obstructing the United States government.

This is not the way good children behave!


I will drag that buck back to Fort George by his teeth!

There will be no bloodshed, Captain!

Then I question your fitness to command, Colonel.

That is mutiny!

Find your uncle.

Cease fire! Cease fire!


Where's Yancy?


We no longer require a translator.

You're a soldier now.

Act like one.

I'm sorry, Captain.

It's Colonel.

I just received a promotion.

They're close.

Which way's the mission?

Upriver, back the way we came.

Ten miles.

We can't just go straight back through them.

You two follow the ridge up through the river.

I'll double back and lead them away.

There's only one way.

I won't let anything happen to us.

You two... are my family.

They mean to kill me now.

Got you.

Beal, let's move!

I-I don't like this, Captain.


We need to get to Fort George before what happened to Hawkes happens to the rest o' us.

We are advancin' with speed after the enemy.

Now, gentlemen, we are in a valley surrounded by a ridge.

These vermin have limited options.

To the north, there's a river.

To the east, there's a war.

They're headin' west.

So we are headed west.

I'm with Beal.

Fort George sounds like the right idea.

You don't have a say.

This is Mohawk land.

We're in their house.

We are in the United States of America.

Then that means we have a vote.

Shut your boom box.

I vote for Fort George.

Gentlemen, you know me.

So you know I will do what needs to be done.

And I promise you...

I will get you through this safe.

But you have best lower those hands... before I tear 'em off.

This is bad bread.

We're retrieving a prisoner.

Nothin' more.

Leash this dog.

God damn!

I'll keep you like that.

Where are they, redskin?


Where's that squaw?

And the redcoat?

Don't make me look for your tongue myself.


Maybe he doesn't understand.

Ask him... where that squaw and redcoat are.

Um, the Mohawk are dirty dealers, liars.

They're cannibals.

Ask him!

Where is your squaw?

Aren't you worried about her?

Being out here on the woods all alone?


But you should be.

I knew there was a tongue in there.

She'll bring everyone!

If that squaw fetches more Indians...

Father, we best get back to Fort George real quick, all right?

You know, colonel or not, Holt, you are one dumb sumbitch.

We need to get outta here double fast before a whole mess of redskins come down and scalp the lot of us.

So uh, you want to hold a blood-thirsty red devil's hands all the way to Fort George?

We got a lead on 'em, I say we march to the fort.

It's two days.

Come tonight... these woods are gonna become a butcher's yard.

Capturing them two is the only way to ensure our survival.

So, uh, how we gonna catch up to 'em?

We aren't.

They'll come to us.

What...w-we need to go back.

We'll go to him. He would've died for us.

He would not want us to go back.

He ain't gonna talk.

He doesn't have to.

He just has to sing.

His pals will come to the dance.

Open his mouth.

You go ahead.

You do it better.

Go on, boy.

Make him sing.

We... wait...

I mean, w-we aren't supposed to torture these Indians, are we?

You see President Madison here?


The only person in power in these parts is your daddy.

He's our goddamn president.

Are you sure this is a good idea?

Are you my boy?

Are you my son?

You're a damn fine conductor, Myles.

Get him!

Please don't hurt me.

Please go away.

You will not shoot me.

I will.

-I'm unarmed. -I don't care.

I'm with child.


Goddamn shitfire!

Pushed the goddamn boy around!

What's the matter with you? Huh? You see a chipmunk?

What the hell is this?

Couldn't bear to listen to him choke anymore.

Where are you going?

You got an appointment with King George?

Hey, Indian.

My boy is dead.


Shut him up, Beal.

Why the hell did you come here, boy?

Why'd I let these woods eat you up?

My boy.

You smell like Indian, Lachlan.

Still smell better than you.

I guess I'll just have to rely on my looks then.

Yeah, got you beat there too, Beal.

A woman's taste might surprise you.

What about you, fancy Dan?


Where the hell did you learn to speak Indian like that?

And, uh, what's this little nonsense all about? Huh?

The Founding Fathers wanted us to be able to communicate with the savages.

And to look proper.


They shoulda learned to talk English.

Shitfire, Beal, they do.

You were just talking to one of them.

Excuse me.

I'm tryin' to... to wash the blood of my boy off my body.

If you cannot give me a moment of peace...


I'll slash your tongues out of your mouth.

I'm sorry, Colonel.

Myles was a good boy.

Two heroes died today.

I know how you felt about the Colonel.

Don't shoot, don't shoot.

Oh, goddammit!

So you hear anything?

Well, I can't hear shit if you keep talkin' at me.

You know what these Indians are gonna do if they find us?


The ones last night, they were the lucky ones.

All right?

You've studied Mohawk, you should know better than any of us.

They don't want prisoners.

They want blood.


We've got to get out of here. We gotta get back to Fort George.


Because they are...maneaters.


They will gnaw our bones!

You need to pull yourself together, soldier.

Unless I personally place you in the ground with my bare hands.

Now, Beal, you're a tracker, right?

You can't track?

You've been leading us around these woods

-in circles and I don't know what... -Colonel.

You earn your pay.

That's big enough for a bear.

Well, that means it's big enough for an Indian.

Forces telling us something.

They're nearby.

And they don't have many options.

It's fresh dug.

It could be a couple of rats.

Only one way to find out.


Me? No.

Oh, no.

The giant's too big.

I'm ranking, so.

What about Beal?


I like Beal.

Do you mind?

Thank you.

See anything?


Can you hear anything?

Why don't you drag your ass in here and look for yourself?

Get him out of there!

Come on!

Get me out of here!

Get him!

They're in there!

-They're in there! -Is it both of them?

I don't know but I am not going back in there.

We know you're in there!

Get out of my way.


All right.

Gather us up some green wood.

We're gonna smoke 'em out.

We need to find fresh air.

It's too narrow.

You were leaving.

So I didn't tell you.

Tell me what?

About the future.

I don't think there is a future anymore.

I'm having a child.

-How far along? -Two months.

I-Is it Calvin's?


There is a future.


They must be smokey as a pair of hams in there.


They ain't in there.

What? You think they magicked their way out?


Ah, shitfire!

Maybe we are chasin' rats.

Only place for 20 miles is the mission.

Let's go.

The mission's upriver, we'll make better time in the canoe.

I don't have anything to trade.

Oak, wait.

There's no cause for alarm, friend.

Do you speak English?



-Here. -Whoa.

No... for trade.

For the canoe.

You don't understand... for you.



Here, j-just take it!

I've never killed anyone before.

Neither had Calvin.

A great warrior.

We should be there before sundown.

We'll feel better in the dark than the Americans.

On the forest.

When there's too much death, the blood seeps into the ground.

Soaks into the roots.

The trees can't sleep.

And the forest goes mad.


Oak, wake up.


We're here.

How many people are supposed to be here?

Twelve maybe.

My uncle, his cousins. Two of them.

They're very quiet.

Where is everyone?

My God.

Is it...?

My uncle.

And my cousins.

I did this.

All this murder, all this blood, it's all because of me.


Where are the other missionaries?

He must've fled which is what we need to do.

We need to bury them.

No, what we need to do is hurry. We need to go.

Too late for that, redskin.

He's no good dead.

Burn in hell!

Oh, you got some fire in you, redcoat. I like that!

I... I'll kill you!

At Fort George, I will inform the General... that after murdering a platoon of sleeping Americans, these savages executed my son and fled to a nearby mission where they were killed in battle.

This man is a prisoner of the United States of America and we're taking him back as a prisoner.

This man is a murdering blue-eyed Indian.

He is a British officer.

They get ransomed, we get a bonus.

Rules of engagement, rusty guts.

I'd just as soon splatter him across this courtyard myself.

But we've come this far.

I want that money.

Come on, redcoat. Come on!

You've come here for what?

For the slaughter?

They'll burn this new world to the ground!

I would love just a minute with your general.

The stories I will tell him about you will make him weep for the future of this country--


The prisoner is all yours.

I'm sorry, red.

You put up a good fight.


Shh... shh...

God damn, Beal.

I liked you.

You murder us in our sleep.

You feign neutrality.

Then you stab us in the back.

So, if I were to allow... by action or inaction one more of your kind to kill one more white man,

I could not face my Lord on judgment day.

The fortunes of war, death.

Now we make for Fort George.

This is not a healthy place to linger.

She told me she was pregnant.

I'm sorry.

Setting camp up soon?


All due respect, Colonel, it's been a long day.

Sixty miles to Fort George.

Keep up.

What about other Indians?

We killed 'em all.

There's other tribes.

We killed them.


What if the redcoats are creepin' on us?

The one and only redcoat around these parts ain't creepin' up on anybody.

What if there's more?

"What if there's Indians? What if there's redcoats?"

What if there's a goddamn demon rising up from the pits of hell?

We killed them all! They're dead!

We're the only monsters left out here.



Wake up.

Don't say it.

We should've been going the other way.

This is worse!

We should've burned it all down and turn it all into field so a man can see the buzzard a-rising!

Where are you going?

I'm going up that ridge.

Figure out where the hell we are.



-Holt! -You gotta slow down!


He's not waiting for us, you know.

He's going to leave us.

No, he won't. He won't.

That man is Lucifer in the flesh!


Where you at, fella?!


The hell you doin'?

There's a devil in these woods!

The devil's in these woods, boy?

Hell fire!

The devil shares my name.

Where's Yancy?

I don't...

Fuck him.

Keep the mountains on the left.

-Home in two days. -W-We can't.

We can't go deeper, Colonel. We can't.

We're gonna get to that ridge.

We're gonna re-orient ourself.

We're gonna go to the next ridge, and the next ridge, and the next ridge after that if we have to.

Yes, sir.

God will be with us, boy.

Yes, sir.

No resting.

Yes, sir.


Yancy. Thank God, man.

I thought we lost you, Yancy.




-Private! -Help!

Damn, you're in a trap.

-No! -Toward me.

Shh, shh, you're all right. You're all right.

-You feet this? -No. No.

-No. No. -Good.

Bite this.

Bite on that!

That's all. Yeah.

Doctor'll take that off as soon as we get back to camp.

No one takes my fucking leg!

It's barely hangin' on as it is, boy.

I have not worn this brace since Tippecanoe so some Mohawk squaw could take my leg.

Here, I-I got some laudanum.

Now, here, open up. Take that down, all of it.

Yeah, yeah.

Don't worry about that squaw.

We killed that squaw.

And she's burning in the fiery pits of hell.

I cannot walk.


I cannot walk!

I... can't walk, Colonel.



You can.

I am ready... to walk.

-Colonel. -Yeah.

Getting tired now.

We're gonna have to find a better vantage point.


-Lachlan? -Colonel.

We gotta get up to that hilltop over there and get our bearings.

Ain't no bears back here, Colonel.

If you want to rest, I'll be finding your bones here next summer.



How'd you...?

She ain't lettin' us go home.


I will leave you.

We should have never ever come here.


Come on.


You won't stop it!


Won't stop us!

Redcoats... couldn't stop us!


Try and stop us.


They sure as hell are not gonna stop me!



This isn't right.

You killed twenty-two American patriots in their sleep.

Those were militia boys.

Farming kids.

This one's name was Orson.

The one beyond was his brother Presley.

Last week, he'd come to me and said, he was afraid of the dark.

So I told him he could sleep next to his brother.

Your lover crept into my camp and burnt these boys in their sleep.

How dare you bring me back here.

How dare you show me this again.

You're no better than us.

For years, we've been fighting like this.

Back and forth.

You kill us... we kill you.

It never ends.

One of us will be wiped off of this earth.

And I do not intend for that to be the white man.

This is our home.

Then your home will burn.

Just like you burned mine.

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