North West Mounted Police

The Canadian Northwest.

Here the first traders

from the Old World

intermarried with the lndians

of the plains and forests

to found a new race:

the Metis of Canada.

Here, for two centuries these

half-breed hunters and trappers

multiplied and prospered

a law unto themselves.

Then surveyors and homebuilders

pushed westward

bringing laws of land

and property

which threatened to end forever

the free ways of the wild trails.

ln 1885, resentful and confused,

the half-breeds,

under the leadership of Louis Riel,

revolted against the advance

of unwelcome law.

ln that hour, a handful

of hard riding men

in scarlet coats,

the Northwest Mounted Police,

stood between Canada's destiny

and the rebellion that was being

kindled across the American border

in a little Montana school house.

Three cheers for

the red, white and blue.

Three cheers for the red,

white and blue.

Three cheers for the red,

white and blue.

Thy banners make tyranny tremble.

Three cheers for the red,

white and blue.

Three cheers for the red,

white and blue.

Three cheers for the red,

white and blue.

Thy banners make tyranny tremble.

Three cheers for the red,

white and blue.

Susie, you didn't sing

the last words.

l got scared, Mr. Riel.

He kind of looks like the big

bad robber in the picture books.

l'm going to let you all

go home early today children.

- School dismissed!

- Bye, Mr. Riel!

Susie! Come here.

There's nothing to frighten you.

These are old friends from Canada.

Get the kid out!

Time is short.

-Run along. Don't imagine things.

-Alright. l'll sing good tomorrow.

You're not gonna be here tomorrow.

l got your message, Duroc.

Returning to Canada is death.

For some maybe, not for us.

15 years of exile

haven't changed you Corbeau.

Or you... l hope.

Canada change plenty. No more

she belong to the half-breed.

The law come on the old trails,

white people steal the land,

the surveyor tell us

where we got to live.

We send plenty letter to government.

She is too busy to listen.

Government take care of lndians,

take care of white settler.

Ain't nobody take care

of the half-breed people.

No half-breed gonna take

care of himself.

She's gonna fight by Jove.

You gotta come back, and lead us.

-Against the Queen's soldiers?

-Yes.

-We tried that once.

-This time it will be different.

The lndians are in grand council.

More Black Feet and Cree

than anybody ever saw before.

They'll join us if l say so,

and fight.

l got Cree blood,

same as Big Bear.

-The lndian government...

-What? You and me,

and Duroc, we will be the government.

With the lndians,

we'll wipe the whites out

of Western Canada.

We'll set up a new government.

Batoche gonna be our capital.

Half-breeds coming there by hundreds

from the river and woods,...

-They still believe in me...

-Yeah.

You know what happens

if we fail again?

We don't fail!

Corbeau's got something.

You've never seen a gun like that.

She squirt lead like a hurricane.

Trust Corbeau to know

the newest way of killing.

-My gun shoots 1000 slugs a minute.

-lmpossible.

A Gatling gun stole near

the border.

-Blood.

-Put on the dunce cap.

-l go fight alone. Come on!

-No!

l will never let you lead my people.

You can be the saint

that leads them Louis.

All l want is the whiskey business.

And l'll get it.

Or you'll get no help

from the lndians.

l don't want no help

from a whiskey trader.

-You...!

-Corbeau!

Louis, if he don't get

the Cree and Black Feet

to fight those redcoats with us,

we go smash.

And the half-breeds,

they don't fight without Louis.

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