Showdown At Williams Creek (Western Movie, Rare Film, English, Full Length) free youtube movies

Showdown At Williams Creek (Western Movie, Rare Film, English, Full Length) free youtube movies


[DRUMS] [BELL TOLLING] -Piece of shit. That’s better. I apologize for the
formality, Mr. Brown. But you’re my first real killer. Sorry to disturb you but you can
smell this halfway to Denver. [KIDS SINGING] Throw this down the hole. [KIDS SINGING] -He bled like a stuck
pig, says Dr. McClain who believes Brown to be insane. What the hell was your point? It makes it look
like I can’t keep a man alive in my own jail. -Shit. Small coming for Eben Campbell,
also known as McTooth, disemboweled in cold blood
before women and children in the most brutal slaying
in Fort Benton history. [ALL TALKING] -Silence. Silence in the court. Gentlemen, order, please. [GAVEL] Quiet! Thank you very much. Thank you for your
testimony, sheriff. You may stand down. John George Brown, you are
accused of murdering one Eben Campbell, also known as McTooth,
on the morning of May the 2nd. Do you have something
in your defense? Put simply– did you do
it or did you not do it? [CHATTER] Sheriff, is this a deaf mute? -No, sir. I heard him talk once. -Mr. Brown, should you
continue to deny us the pleasure of
your conversation, I shall instruct the
jury to find you guilty. And you can explain
yourself to the All Mighty in approximately one hour. [GAVEL] Quiet or I’ll clear the court! What do we have here? -My name is Olivia
D’Lonais Brown. -[INAUDIBLE] -Sit down! Order, I say. -Sit down. -Get that man back
where he belongs. Sheriff, put that thing
down before it goes off. -Listen to me, please. -Keep this up, Brown, and I will
jail your family for contempt. -Hold on, now. Hold on. -I beg you, sir. Let me speak to my wife. -Mr. Brown, you are
on trial for murder. You will address
the court or you will remain silent forever more. -Very well. I will address the court. I will tell you nothing but
the truth, so help me, Jesus. -Sir. -I’ll tell you what happened
to me from the beginning so that you know it all. I was once a junior officer
in the British army. -No, I will not listen to it– BROWN (VOICEOVER): A
commission purchased for me by my grandmother–
Bridget Sophia Brown. -What you went through
to put me there. Sure I know it by heart
like grace at supper. -If your poor father and
mother were alive today– -If my father were alive
today, he’d say, go to it, son. There’s nothing for you here. Don’t waste your
young life away. Go to British Columbia. That’s what he’d say. -Times are changing. -That’s right, grandma. Men don’t earn promotions
today, they buy them. But in the new
world men are equal and it’s gold that
makes them so. -Oh, is it now? Those animals
scratching in the dirt. And out of the dirt
rises a gentleman? -You’ll see, grandma. I’m going across the sea and
I’m coming back a gentleman. BROWN (VOICEOVER):
I came to America. I came from Panama
through to the Northwest in 1863 accompanied by
my friend, Arthur Vowell. –[SPEAKING FRENCH]
Who said that? -Oh, for the love of
God, I don’t have French. -“Man is born free, but
everywhere he is in chains.” Who said that? -Man is born free, but
everywhere he is in chains. I hate this stupid game. -I’ll give you a
clue– the natural man. -That’s a clue? -Oh, come on Arthur,
play along, will you? And cheer up. -Cheer up? It’s been three weeks
since I was dry. The vermin are better fed
than I am and [INAUDIBLE]. -Did you know that British
Columbia territories is eight times the
size of France? -I’ve noticed. -Hey, look. -What do you know. Perhaps that gentleman can tell
us the way to the gold field. Come on. -John, for God’s
sake, be polite. -Sorry for the
inconvenience, sir. How far are we from
Williams Creek? -I’ve been waiting
for you to come back. -I beg your pardon, sir? -Sneaky booger, pretend
you don’t know me. I swear to God I’ll blow
you to kingdom come. -Sir, there’s a
misunderstanding here. -Sneaking up on a man’s camp. Oh, I know you of all Roger. -Brown, actually. -I’ll kill you for what you’ve
done to me, you lying bastard! -Yes, of course, I do apologize
for the inconvenience. Good god, look at the time. 4:30. I had no idea it was so late. Did you know it was so late? Terribly sorry, sir. Duty calls. I must take my leave of you. Let’s get out of here. -One of these days you’ll
be the death of both of us. -All right. All right. [BAGPIPES IN DISTANCE] -How much longer? -I don’t– Do you hear that? -What now? -The pipes. -Highland pipes? [INAUDIBLE] -There he is. -I this isn’t another one
of your little visits. [BAGPIPES CONTINUE] -Excuse me, sir. I say, excuse me, sir. Are we near William’s Creek? -There’s no need
to shout, laddy. I can hear you. Have you arrived? -Arrived? -Look at you, two young
princes with the gold dust in your eyes. Out to seek your fortune on
the far edges of the world. God, you remind me of
myself when I was young. Campbell is the name. Abel Campbell, better
known as “McTooth.” William’s Creek,
lads, The golden city where a man can find
$15,000 in an afternoon and spend every penny
of it that same night and wake the next
morning ready for more. High adventure, lads. Life lived to the fullest. -What I heard about
the gold field– -You imagined something
shinier perhaps? -Yes, sir. -Then affront yourself, laddy. This is the shiniest
place in the world. Of course to the naked
eye, first impressions can be less impressive. -Where is everybody? -After the gold, laddy. -Gentlemen, gather
around, gentlemen. I personally vouch
for these animals. Lovingly nourished with the
finest feed in the empire. -Supply and demand come together
in a free market transaction, laddy. -A rare opportunity. Shall we start the
bidding at $500 a piece? Quiet! -$500? -That’s a fine looking
pig, my prince. -Gentlemen, gentleman,
don’t be coy, you’re sure to find all your
resources for a group purchase of the finest chopped
loins and hock and eat like kings
until Christmas. -Delicious. -That’s Bill Barker, lads. $100,000 a month and all the
friends that money can buy. -$400. -Do I here $450? -For miles around my
pig stand are all. -$1,200 a pair. -Sold! -Fresh them up. -Well, if you can
nay afford to eat, at least you can have a drink. -Hello, boy. Have some fun with these? -Sweet, crucified Jesus. John, don’t encourage her. -I don’t intend
to encourage her. -See you in a few months, lad. You won’t be so puffy where
you put your little pecker. -Madam, I would rather place my
pecker in a pool of cold vomit. [LAUGHING] -John! I told you not to encourage her. -Here you go, laddy. -Thanks. Who’s that? -Oh, his name is Klerner,
he’s an American gentleman. -He doesn’t look
like a miner to me. -No. You might call Mr.
Klerner a businessman. That was a fine looking pig. Let me give you some
friendly advice. Stick close together, lads. There are winners and
losers in William’s Creek. And you’ve got no one but your
friends when times get rough. Good luck to you. -We’re grateful for
your assistance, sir. -It was my pleasure,
my bony, young friends. -We started mining
in partnership with an American
named Jim Blessing. Jim had mined gold
up the telegraph line from Sutter’s Creek California
all the way to Horsefly. -You all right down there, Jim? -Just about there! -OK, tell me when you’re ready. -Take up! He’s coming up! BROWN (VOICEOVER):
Jim, had good luck finding gold but
bad luck keeping it. Lost $15,000 on a single card
in a poker game in the winter before. -Any luck? -Does anyone know how
to cook one of these? [LAUGHING] Any luck? -There’s color. -What about that one? -Rock. -Oh, merciful heavens. John! I found gold! We’re going to be rich! BROWN (VOICEOVER): By winter
we had a small pudge of dust. We eve had a few of what
they call “doingers.” Every night we would pour out
our gold and just stare at it for hours. -Sweetest sound in the world. [GOLD RINGS PLATE] “Doing.” -Where is it? Hey, you, get me a
beer or something. -Get out of here. Go on. [SINGING] BROWN (VOICEOVER):
It is with regret that we inform of the passing
of your paternal grandmother, Bridget Sophia Brown. Funeral services to
be held a Saint Jame’s Anglican Church in
Istemem, Ireland. -Well, now. Well, now, gentlemen, I
feel like something special. Sir, what might a
dog fart consist of? -Whiskey, ketchup,
and iron, sir. It’s said to make your
farts smell just like a dog. -Sound charming. And monkey piss? -Drop from coor made from
rum, beer and molasses. It makes you want to hang
from a tree every time– -Very nice. What do you say, boys? We’ll try some of that monkey
piss if you don’t mind. Mr. McTooth, may we treat
you to a small monkey piss? -Aye, laddy.
That you may. Me pleasure. -Bartender, four monkey
piss if you please. And actually make it five. -A little proposition, sir. -Our man is lucky tonight. -Very fortunate. -Lads, here’s to you. -Cheers. -Did I tell you
you were beautiful? -Changed your tune
since spring, boy. -You were right, Fanny. Oh, I must be out of my mind. -You’re here aren’t you? -Wee lad, she gets
lonely at Christmas. -Plum pudding. I think a plum pudding. -Aye, you would. -Perhaps goose. Dumplings and gravy. -Guess I might as
well suck on this. -I’ve never been so
lonely in my life. -Oh, you’re breaking my heart. -Mr. Brown. Short game of cards to
round out the evening? -Not on your life, John. -No thank you, sir. -No? How about these gentlemen? -I’d advice against it, lads. -Fair enough. Four whiskeys for the
gentleman if you please, Ben. -Thanks you, sir. -My pleasure. -Merry Christmas. I’ll flip here for
the next round. -Well, all right,
I’ll call heads. Heads it is. It’s your lucky night, sir. Four more whiskeys, Ben. Many, men come here
to make their fortune. All winter they
drink monkey piss, by spring they ain’t worth spit. I wonder a man
who’s afraid to take a risk, what’s keeping him here? Why doesn’t he just
run home to mama? -Nobody said we
weren’t game, sir. Well, gentlemen, what
about a quick hand? -By God, John, you’ve
raised my fighting spirit. I’m with you. -I’m in. -What about you, laddy? It may be your lucky day. -Well– -Come on, Arthur. It’s Christmas. -All right. -Right, off you go, laddy. -Did I win? -No, you lost. -Excuse me, madam. -Thank you. Shuffle the cards, sir. [BELCH] -Well, John, you’ve
done it again. First Panama, now this. -Shut up, Arthur. -One quick hand, you said,
just to round off the evening. Sweet Jesus. -Well, stop your damn whining. -You couldn’t quit
when we were ahead, no. You had to keep going.
$500 on a pair of kings. -Shut up, Arthur. -Friends of yours? -No matter where,
there’s fear, you know, forbids the robbing of a fool. But what to serve
our private ends forbids the cheating
of our friends. All I ask you, what was I to do? It was an opportunity. -Here you go, boys. Gentlemen, care to join
us for Christmas dinner? There’s always
room for one more. BROWN (VOICEOVER):
It’s a strange thing, but the only way to find out
what you’ll do to survive is to survive. Well, that winter we joined
the boys at the butcher tent for suffer and we
made it through. And next spring gold came back. -Arthur? -Yes, sir? -You want a drink, Arthur? -Yes, sir. -All right. Well, lads, to all the
gold we get to find. -To the gold. -To my mom. BROWN (VOICEOVER): While
we clawed our way out of our bad fortune,
other men arrived. Thousands of them. And their greed turned a pile
of mud into a city of gold. When we made our triumphant
return to William’s Creek, it was as if 100
years had gone by. -I don’t know about you but I’m
in the mood for monkey piss. -You talked me
into it, Mr. Brown. -But no cards. I beg you. -Mumsy. -This is almost civilized. -Well, glory be to God almighty. Mr. Brown, buddy, you’re a
sight for these sore eyes. -Hello, McTooth. -I was worried sick you might
not make it through the winter, and here you are, praise be. You’re a survivor
in the first water. Here’s a hug, for
heaven’s sakes. -Game of cards, gentlemen? Just to round off the evening. -Easy, laddy. -What’s the matter, Brown? You can’t take a joke? -Now, lads, that’s all
water under the bridge. Why don’t you stir your
sacks over to the bar and have a nice,
refreshing whiskey? -Well, all right. -Now that’s the spirit. I’ll join you just as soon
as I police the guy here. -Well, banker, why
don’t we buy the bottle? -A bottle it is. -Want to have some fun, Turner? -Did you help them
Gilcrest, Fanny? -Haven’t seen him. -That ain’t what I asked you. Now, Gilcrest went
pretty big last night and I want to know
if you helped him. Fanny, I’m asking
you real nice now. -I did! I did! -Go on then. -Do I look all right? -You look fine. Go on. -Oh, Lord. My God, but you are beautiful. Please excuse me, that
was very inappropriate. -Don’t be silly. I hear that line
three times an hour. -Yes, ma’am. -But you’re special. Give me a dollar
and we’ll dance. Come on. -Come on over here. -Gilcrest! [GUNSHOT] [GUNSHOT] -Get down! [GUNSHOT] [GUNSHOT] [GUNSHOT] [GUNSHOT] [CLICK] [CLICK] -Useless piece of shit. -Oh, dear Lord, no. No. [SCREAMING] -Somebody had
better get a priest. -Jesus. Jim! Oh, Jesus. Gilcrest. Gilcrest. You killed Jim you stupid– -You’re going to die. I’m going to squish
your windpipe. [CHOKING] [GRUNTING] [SCREAMING] Ow! -You murdering son of a bitch! I’ll beat the life out of you! -Laddy! Laddy, take it easy. Easy, laddy. Don’t allow yourself
to sink to his level. -Bastard! I’ll kill him for it! -Easy, laddy. Easy, my boy. You’ve done him proud. He’s beat up for sure. -John? It’s gone. -What? -The gold. Jim had it and it’s gone. [SINGING HYMN] -There you are Lewis. These too. And Ben. And I’d give you Jim’s shirt
but it’s in pretty bad shape. -OK. -See you later, boy. -There are jobs in the new
government, you know John. They say that town
is quite civilized. -Hello, McTooth. -Lads, there’s no thing sadder
than the death of a friend. Young life gone to waste. -Yes. -All right, this place has
deteriorated rather badly. I’m afraid William’s Creek
is no place for a gentleman. Wouldn’t you say so, Mr. Vowell. -Where are you going? -Straight over the mountain. The Edmonton. That’s where the gold is, laddy. You can be the
first or the last, have the cream or
the crumbs, depending on what you’re made of. -Do you know the way? -Like my granny’s garden. Lad, would you care to join me? I’d consider an
association with a proven survivor like yourself. -What do you think, Arthur? -What seems to be
the matter, Mr. Bowl? -We will be with you straight. What is it, Arthur? -Forgive me, John? -What do you mean? -I haven’t the stomach for it. You got ahead. I think I’ve had enough
adventure for one lifetime. So it’s over then? -I’ll give you a
half an hour to pack. -I want you to have these. They were grandmother’s. I meant to read them but
haven’t had the time. -Thank you. -Good bye, Arthur. -Good bye, John. John! There are good friends
and there are bad. And in trust you’ll
find treason. Who said that? -I don’t know. -Nor do I. [CHUCKLES] -Justice has been done, lad. Mr. Gilcrest is
playing solitaire now. Let’s go, laddy. -[SINGING] -The cream of the
crop, depending on what you’re made of, laddy. We’re going to find
a notion of gold. -[SINGING] -Where is Edmonton exactly? -Northeast, laddy. More or less. -Has anyone done this
before going east? -Indians, Metis perhaps. -Metis? -Half breeds, French and Indian,
the worst of both worlds. -You’re sure we have to
go over these mountains? -Oh, laddy, trust
me, I know the way. -Like your granny’s garden. This looks more like it. -Well, I told you. When going up it
stands to reason you have to go down to
get to the other side. -It’s quite obvious
despite your talk you don’t know where
the heck you’re going. So I’m going to lead
the way for a while. -Well, the mountain
has two sides. Couldn’t tell a mastiff
from a cougar anyway. -Come on. This looks more like it to me. Like your granny’s garden. Horses lost. If we don’t get down
from here we’ll freeze. -Shut up you weak piece of shit. -I’ve got to figure
our position. -We’re no where. That’s our fucking position. And we’re going to die. -Get a hold of yourself. We’ll find a way out. -God, I hate your kind. You piss-confident
little bastard. -My kind? And what is my kind, Scotsman? -You’re a wee,
middle class animal trying to get ahead, laddy. I chew up your kind like
kippers for breakfast. -No. You should watch
your big mouth, sir. -On the other hand,
I do like you. -We’ve got to find food. -Then kill something, lad. It should come natural to you. -I said I was a soldier. I was not a killer. -Subtle distinction. -What the hell does one
eat in this country? -Buffalo. The stupidest animal alive. -Can’t be as stupid as you. We must be 300 miles south. -Well, that’s a
minor miscalculation. It could happen to anyone. -Minor miscalculation. I’ve met some dangerous
jackasses in my life, but never– [GRUNTING] Oh, dear God. -Shit. There go my bagpipes. Are you alive, laddy? -What happened? -I think we strayed where we
weren’t welcome, my prince. -Why didn’t they finish us off? -Who knows what goes on
in the mind of savages. Life is just a game
to them, you know. Maybe they just thought you
weren’t worth the extra effort. -How does it look? -To tell you the truth, lad, I
don’t know what to do for you. [GASPING] [GROANING] -It has to come out. That’s for certain. [SCREAM] [COUGHING] -Well, it’s not coming
out that way, lad. It will have to be like this. [SCREAMING] -No! Push it through! -Jesus, no, it might go
through something important. -Oh, no. [SCREAMING] Oh, dear God. Oh, mother of God. -You got any more ideas, laddy? -Whiskey. Whiskey. Clean the wound. -I drank all the whiskey
last week I’m afraid. -What’s that? -Turpentine. -Oh, no. -It’s worth a try. -You want to pour that into me? -I don’t know. What do you think? -Is there an alternative? -Aye, laddy. And it’s painless. I’ll see that you
don’t feel a thing. -Pour it in. -You’re a glutton
for punishment. -Just pour it in, will you! [CHOKING AND GROANING] -Merciful heaven. [GROANING] -McTooth. A faithful is the
medicine of life. MCTOOTH (VOICEOVER): A faithful
friend is the medicine of life. I’ve left you the gun, laddy. I’ve gone off into
the wilderness with nothing but my
wits to survive on. Good look to you. McTooth. You traitor! [GROANING] Get back or I’ll shoot. [LAUGHING] [BABY CRYING] What are you doing? Leave me alone you
damned heathen. I take you speak English. -[SPEAKING FRENCH] -Brown. John Brown. -Gabriel Dumois. -[SPEAKING FRENCH] -[SPEAKING FRENCH] -Kootenai? -[SPEAKING FRENCH] -Kootenai– The one
who come from the west. Kootenai. -Yes, I suppose so. [FRENCH WORD] Did McTooth send you? -Oui. Not a good man to owe
your life to, monsieur. -[SPEAKING FRENCH] -[SPEAKING FRENCH] BROWN (VOICEOVER): For
the next month it was– —her face I saw through
the shadow of death. Every day she was there. First I could walk. Then I could write. She was the reason for it all. [SINGING AND INSTRUMENTS] BROWN (VOICEOVER): As I became
acquainted with her people, it occurred to me
for the first time that I could live without gold. The Metis were descended from
white traders and Indians. By day they followed the huge
buffalo herds from the south. By night they read and danced
and laughed like Frenchmen. Their life was perfect
for the new world. But, of course, that was
before everything changed. [MUSIC AND LAUGHING] -[SPEAKING FRENCH] -[SPEAKING FRENCH] -[SPEAKING FRENCH] -What? -You need a woman, no? -No. [SPEAKING FRENCH] -Good thing you do
not need a woman. I need a woman. [LAUGHING] [SLOW SONG STARTS] -Here. You don’t want to dance? Come on. BROWN (VOICEOVER): I
still can hear the music and I see you reach for me. And still your
touch I’m feeling. Your smile is all I see. If a moment lasts forever it
will be because it’s true. I’ll hear no more what went
before a dance I saved for you. -This belonged to my
grandmother and is for my wife. You’re so beautiful. -Let us sum up the
picture so far, Mr. Brown. We have a tribe of half-breeds,
a progeny of savages and Frenchmen, we
have an ex-officer who should know better than
to consort with these mongrels in some barbaric
form of marriage. -You could put it that way, sir. Or you could say that a
British officer finally secured a respectable situation. [HOLLERING] BROWN (VOICEOVER): A few years
before the herds of buffalo had stretched from one
horizon to the other. Now the prairies were
practically empty and we searched up the
few that were left. -This way. Come on! BROWN (VOICEOVER):
To the Metis they meant food, shelter, and money. To lose the buffalo was
to them unimaginable. You might as well try to
wipe out the fish in the sea. [GUNSHOT] Each spring the
herds were a fraction of what they’d been last fall. Some thought it was the
railroad driving them south. Some thought it
was God teaching us to be patient and have faith. I knew what it
was, but I couldn’t bring myself to say it. How do you tell a people that
they are going to disappear? -The buffalo, they
will come back. -How do you know? -Dumois says so. -What if they’re gone forever? -That’s not possible. -Kootenai. -Hello. -[SPEAKING FRENCH] -McTooth? -Would you care to join me? Yeah. You’re a proud people. I like that. Good day to you Mr. Dumois. Would you care for a
bite or a wee drink? -No, merci. -Hello, McTooth. -Well, Mr. Brown I see that
you’ve survived yet again. But are you a
gentleman yet I wonder? -Aren’t I dressed like one? -What happened? -Oh, a wee spot of
trouble with the savages. It’s an occupational
hazard you might say. -Still searching for gold? -Oh, I found the gold,
laddy, in liquid form. And I’m on a wee enterprise. I could use a man with
your qualifications. -What are my qualifications? -Oh, not so modest, laddy. A trained soldier. A speaker of foreign tongues
and a proven survivor. You’d be a godsend to a
poor couple of businessmen like myself. I’m here to offer
you a partnership in a thriving venture. In six months I’ll
make you rich. You have my word on it. [LAUGHING] -There’s no way I’ll leave
my people now, McTooth. -Your people is it? -Oh, laddy. Be careful. Wishes can come true in the face
of starvation is nay so pretty. There’s a new gold rush and
its not nuggets my prince, it’s trade. Here, give me a hand up. You can be first or last. You can have the
cream or the crumbs depending on what
you’re made of. -You said that in
William’s Creek. All I got was an
arrow in my back. -And who saved your life. Aye. I miss you, lad. I miss you like I
miss my own foot. And you owe me. Oh, aye. You’re a family man. I respect that. Good luck to you
and your people. Sorry for the intrusion, ma’am. Gibbon’s trading post. Portage Prairie, 850 miles east. Just in case you
change your mind. -Never. -Oh, laddy, it’s
an ocean of money. You can sink or you can swim. Either way you get wet. [BABY CRYING] -Dear God, always the
children go first. They are not strong enough
to fight when they get sick. Help us that are
left that we do not die quietly like this child. In Jesus’s name we
ask this blessing. Amen. -Amen. -There’s nothing left to hunt. Without money we’ll all starve. I’ll come back with some. You believe me, don’t you? -Oui. -I hear of white men who marry
our women for winter then disappear in the spring. Make a whore of her and
I will cut off your balls and make you eat them. -Your English has improved. [LAUGHING] -I know you will
be back, Kootenai. Au Revoir. -Au Revoir. -John Brown, Jim Gibbons. -Hi, John Brown. Glad to have you with us. -My man has army experience. He speaks heathen languages,
he even married one. -He hasn’t gone
native though I hope. Hey, Billy? Billy. Draw Mr. Brown a bath. He’s been sleeping with savages. -Mr. Gibbons, I’d prefer if
you didn’t talk about my people in those terms. -You have gone
native, haven’t you? Well, don’t worry. You’ll get over it. -Here, lad, give me a hand
back on to my leg, will you? BROWN (VOICEOVER): For a pile
of furs an Indian could buy any number of things from
Gibbon’s trading post. A gun and ammunition, a season’s
supply of food and blankets. Or an Indian could buy two
jugs of whiskey, watered down, of course, to keep it from
burning through the stomach. Gibbons liked to
keep the overhead low and the profits high. -That will be a few more, boy. -Now, that’s much better. Isn’t it? -Aye, that’s much better. -Looked all right to me
before you squashed them down. -Yes, of course. -Aye, it’s a goodwill gesture. -Here’s your whiskey, boy. Don’t ever do that again. Why don’t you go
back to your squaw. -Easy, laddy. You’re a civilized
man, remember. [HARMONICA] -You want to try? [HARMONICA] [LAUGHING] [LAUGHING] -Starving Loaf was
chief of the Soto. He liked to drink. The other plains Indians
stayed away from him. You never knew what he might do. -A typical savage,
in other words, present company excepted, ma’am. Hold on, Mr. Brown. You claim to be a
gentleman, but a gentleman does not sell whiskey
to the savages. A gentleman can’t let
his people starve, sir. -These are not your people. You are white
unless I’m mistaken. -White I may be. But in my mind they
were my people– are my people, in fact. -More drink. You give us more. -How does the great
chief intend to pay? -Pay? Look, links, muskrat,
all for drink. Can a man not drink all
he needs for that price? [LAUGHING] -Well, maybe just
one for the road, eh? -You and I will drink
to toast our friendship and then you’ll go. [LAUGHING] -For God’s sakes, don’t
drink it yourself. -What’s in this? You’ve poisoned us, haven’t you? -Don’t drink it. It’s poison. Don’t drink it! -Mr. Gibbons? -No! [GUNSHOT] No! [GUNSHOT] [GUNSHOT] [GUNSHOT] [GUNSHOT] [GUNSHOT] [GUNSHOT] [GUNSHOT] [GRUNTS] McTooth! BROWN (VOICEOVER): How
can I explain it to them that the whiskey was poisoned
and people were killed but that I didn’t mean any harm? -Kootenai. BROWN (VOICEOVER):
I thought I just have to live with what
I’d done, or not done. And I never told them. -The situation
seemed impossible. In my mind I wasn’t
a white man anymore. And after this I was nothing. BROWN (VOICEOVER): In my
absence more children had died and there would be more to come. As the village broke up
to continue its wandering, I could see the future and
I wanted no part of it. I didn’t belong
with them anymore. -They’re taking it
all– white people. Barb wire, railway
track, splitting it up among themselves. You think that is
right, Kootenai? -If you fight them they’ll call
you savage and hunt them down. -You can’t win. -It’s not the winning. Now it is a matter of honor. Maybe you do not see
it the same way, huh? -My place is with my family. -I respect your decision. BROWN (VOICEOVER): Dumois
would form an army, fight for a separate country
for the Metis people. I didn’t have the stomach
for anymore blood. It was very hard for
my wife, for Dumois had been like a father to her. But she had made her
decision to stay with me. -[SPEAKING FRENCH] -[SPEAKING FRENCH] BROWN (VOICEOVER): We would
live a peaceful, ordinary life if indeed such a
thing still existed. As we watched them
go, we somehow knew we’d never see them again. -So we carried on. Every day we told ourselves
things would get better. The way we told ourselves
the buffalo would come back. Now see? All we have to do is
put it through the hole, pull it tight, and we’re done. BROWN (VOICEOVER):
The wolfers started coming out early that year. One animal disappears,
another takes its place. -Kootenai, [SPEAKING FRENCH] -Reunited again, my prince. Let me introduce you to
my associate, Mr. Frost. -I told you once, I never
want to see you again. -Now, laddy, you’ve
only got your friends when times get tough. You ran into a little trouble
at the trading post, remember? I lost my fingers. Have you told your lovely
wife about that incident? Shocking, it was, Mr. Frost. -It’s over, McTooth. -Well, laddy, as I see it,
you’ve got two choices. You can either
forgive and forget or you can turn your
back on your friends and probably see your sweet
little family all dead by spring. -I’d rather see them dead. -Oh, don’t be so
poetic, Mr. Brown. There are wolfers all over. Profitable enterprise. Competition is very keen. Terrible things could happen
to a woman and a child at the hands of such
men, things that you wouldn’t even dream of. -Why, McTooth? -Friendship, laddy. Pure friendship. I love you, laddy. Now, we’ll take
that empty shack. Do our business, turn
a nice little profit, all neat and tidy and
then we’ll say goodbye. Now, laddy, if you say no to
your old friend McTooth now, well, I can nay vouch for the
indignation of my colleague. It’s a nasty bit of business. Oh, laddy, you and I
are just like that. -So we were in the
business of wolfing now. The Americans paid $2.50 a
piece for the skins and a team of wolfers can
average $1,000 a year. BROWN (VOICEOVER):
At first we shot them but bullets are expensive. It’s far more cost efficient
to poison them with strychnine. -Here, lad, would you like
to see how I go fishing. I bait my hook then I
go down to the river and I stick my arm
into the water. Here you go, laddy. Here’s a treat. Go outside and play. -Kootenai, let me make
you a new business deal. We made you a deal on the cabin. We made you a deal on the food. What will you take
for sharing the woman? -It’s all money,
isn’t it Kootenai? Even me? -How does $50 sound? We’ll use her until spring. Won’t hurt her one bit. [SCREAMING] -He’s not perfect! Listen to me! Don’t turn yourself
into a murderer in front of your family. You’re a gentleman that any
mother would be proud of. -I want him out of here! Just get him out! -Aye, laddy, you’ll
never see his face again. I give you my word on it. Stupid. Get up. -Olivia. I’m not like them. You have to know that. -No worry, laddy. You stay out here
for a couple of days. Here, have a drink. In the mean time, I’ll
take care of your interests and everything will
be back to normal. Aye. Do you see that lapels are
wider this year, Mr. Brown? We’re going to have to
spruce up our wardrobe. Isn’t that right, laddy? -Jesus, how can those
people live like that? -Here’s your price. The bank is closed. Leave the skins with me
and you can pick the money up first thing in the morning. -I’d prefer not to
do it that way, sir. -All right, McTooth. Bring them in the morning. You and your associate
here, we’ve got a deal. -Always a pleasure, Felix. -I’ll keep them until morning. -Well, of course, laddy. You know I trust you. BROWN (VOICEOVER): He was like
a tick that grabs onto your skin and sucks the blood. It swells red and fat
in the good times, holds on through the
bad, and it never let go until all
the blood was gone. [BELL TOLLS] -$950. Are you sure that’s
the best you have? -A lot of work went into
the Colt 45, my friend. Field tested in
Mexico by the US Army. No finer weapon made. What will I tell your Squaw
man when he gets here? -You don’t know a thing, laddy. The last time you
saw me was yesterday. -$200. Those people can go wild. -Don’t talk to me
about taking a risk when you’re robbing me blind. I’ll give you $150 for
it and not a penny more. -You were paid fair dollar
for those skins, McTooth. -Take it. I hope it pays for
your damn funeral. -And a good day to you, sir. -Well, laddy, don’t
jump to conclusions. We can talk about this, surely. We can come to a settlement. After all, we’re civilized men. We’re gentlemen. We’re not wild beasts. Here’s your money, laddy. It’s yours. Take it. It’s a happy man who
sees his family– [GUNSHOT] [GUNSHOT] Now, laddy, think
what you’re doing. You’re going to
throw yourself away for the sake of a
few lousy, stinking– We can come to this
between you and me. It was only an
opportunity, laddy. Nothing more. -Stop. Stop! -Jesus. Sir, I came here to
become a gentleman. And in then end I became– -You became a savage. -I did what I had
to do to survive. Nothing survived. Nothing. -Is that all, Mr. Brown? You may stand down. Does someone have
something to say for the accused or is
all testimony finished? -I would like to
address the court. -Who might you be? -Arthur Vowell, I’m
the gold commissioner for the British
Columbia territories. -You have something
to contribute to these proceedings, Mr. Bowl? -Yes, I do. -Take the stand. Place your hand on the book. Continue. -I was a witness to the killing
of a young American miner named Jim Blessing in a saloon
in William’s Creek. Jim Blessing was
murdered and robbed by Eben Campbell,
known as McTooth. I know. I saw it. -No. Not possible. You would have told me. -Order. Order. -I would have known. -You are out of
order, Mr. Brown. -It was McTooth, John. I know it was. -You stood silently by and
watched your best friend go into partnership
with a murderer? My goodness, Mr. Bowl. If that is true, heaven
help the gold commission. [LAUGHTER] -You’re making me out to be a
monster, sir, when all I did was what any ordinary
person would do. You weren’t there, sir. You don’t know what it was like. When something
like that happens, you can’t believe your own eyes. You can’t say your uncertain. -Yet you are certain now. Years later you are certain. -I’d give anything. I’d give anything to be as
certain then as I am now. -I suppose if you had, none
of this would have happened. -Oh, yes it would. It would have happened
if we never left Ireland. It just wouldn’t
have happened to us. -Thanks you, Mr. Vowell. I appreciate your coming
here on Mr. Brown’s behalf. You may stand down. -I’m so sorry, John. -It’s all right, Arthur. It was a long time ago. -It wasn’t anybody’s
fault, you know? It was history. -Thanks for coming forward. -We’ve arrived at a
verdict, your honor. -I have not asked you for
a verdict yet, Mr. Foreman. -Well, we got one anyway so
you might as well listen. The man’s not guilty. -How do you know that? -Well, he was
protecting his property. The deceased stole
Brown’s wolf skins. Brown stabbed him and he died. It’s just as simple as that. -I see. [GAVEL] Order. Order! Kootenai Brown, you will stand. The jury thinks a few wolf
pelts made a good enough reason for you to kill Eben Campbell. It is not my wish to agree
with them but I have to. Private property, the
law is built on it. The country is built on it. It means you can kill
a man in cold blood and get away with it. You are dismissed. [ALL TALKING] -Well, what are
you all staring at? Have you no private
property to go home to? I said dismissed. Dismissed. I have work to do. -Mr. Brown, don’t you and
your family come back here. A lot of wilderness
out there, sir. I think that’s where you belong. Ma’am. -I want to go home. [MUSIC PLAYING]

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  1. Haha isn't it interesting that old Aaron Burr, as a judge told a man if you don't talk you are guilty. But that is the only right you have, to remain silent, not to mention your innocent until proven guilty, or even the right to not self incriminate. This movie should really be about the one facing the gallows. A man accused of a crime there is no proof of? Or a public servant that pisses on every law and right he took an oath to uphold? Truly which one should be hung by the neck until dead?

  2. I can look outside and see the Kootenai from my place. It's beautiful up here in NW MT to be sure. Living can be rough, not for the faint of heart or lazy!

  3. This is one of the best westerns I've ever seen, more authentic, well written, directed, and acted than 98% of them all. Can't speak highly enough of this first class movie!

  4. Joe Dirt's great grand pappy, Mullet McDuff! But seriously, I didn't realize till the end that this was about a real person. I have been through that part of Montana and up through the Kootenays, and Banff/ Lake Louise, what a stunning area! Would have loved to be alive and living there back then. Thanks for uploading!

  5. True story, a jury has the power to change unlawfull laws .They have the power to turn unlawfull laws around .They do not tell you that when you go in to be a juror ,do they?Look it up if you do not believe me.

  6. I really enjoyed that!!! Would highly recommend, watched it on New Years Eve 2018, in woods in Southern Sweden, rather than all the flash bangs that were terrifying my dogs. Blwyddyn Newydd Dda i chi gyd !

  7. I had no idea this was based on true events until the end (and I'm Canadian). That made the story even more amazing than the wonderful job of the production itself. Incredible….and Happy New Year (in 5 hours and 15 minutes for me) to everyone.

  8. BORN FREE
    [8:54] Man is born free, but everywhere he is in chains.
    Jean-Jacques Rousseau and Voltaire
    Jean-Jacques Rousseau (1712-1788) "The Social Contract" by Jean-Jacques Rousseau "Man is born free, and everywhere he is in chains. One man thinks himself the master of others, but remains more of a slave than they are."
    rjgeib .com/thoughts/rousseau/rousseau.html

  9. I'm a modern man but I love by the western code to this day of chivarly honor and integrity that is one reason my wife loves me is because i believe in respecting women around my wife or any woman I take my hate off in their presence and so on

  10. Excellent. He'd have been found guilty and sentenced to life plus a thousand years in prison in today's court system. (unless he was a cop)

  11. it was a bit slow to start out but I'm glad I stuck with it..Its a great story to be told. I like how the movie portrayed life back then as accurate as they did..

  12. He’s got a hunting knife just like I do, old timer used on many deerVery old and they don’t make them like that any more

  13. I worked on this movie in Barkerville also my son and many extras it was filmed under the title Kootanai Brown brings back some good memories, a lot of fun!!

  14. Everything about this movie is well done. All typical Hollywood BS is gone. While the colt 45 makes a brief appearance, under the plausible condition of a big fur sale, it's the single shot shotgun, cheap and commonplace, that predominates. IMHO, it adequately portrays the prevalent morality of the times: I.E. when you slave and sacrifice and work your guts out to scrape together a modicum of wealth, to flaming hell with anyone who tries to steal it from you. Also great that it doesn't paint either side, white or indigenous, as a morally superior culture. Surprising and welcome that actors and directors put together this completely believeable and most likely, representative story.

  15. I had never seen this film before. Thank you. We forget how many different people came and settled the country. The French the Irish Scottish English Spaniards. And then all the different tribes of indigenous people in Canada and the Americas. We are such a mix of people. But isn't it something how they believed in God and prayed for God to help them in their lives we don't see that today!

  16. Could only bear the AWFUL Irish accent for bout 5 minutes,,,
    why ???? Don't they just get an Irish actor to play an Irish character

  17. As someone with relations in Ennistimon Co Clare Ireland it is a privilege to have seen such a great film based on facts. Thank you Gringo Never would have come across this film only for you.

  18. I guess the powers that be call a movie great .By the size of the names acting in it ..But this is one of the greats by the way I judge them …Thanks for the experience Bub…

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