Jinn

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, sh*t.

Goddamn sumbitches.

The sumbitch got sh*t 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!

F***ing savage!

Get on the f***ing 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 n*ggers

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 sh*t.

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.

F***!

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 f***ed from the start!

There's the one been f***ing 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?

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