Ginger Snaps 3 - Ginger Snaps Back: The Beginning

The Indians say the curse began

in the time of the ancients,

and was passed down through the blood of generations.

There are legends of the Wendigo

and the coming of the Red and the Black.

Legends of the Day of Reckoning,

when death would consume the land

and good would face evil.

Of the day the curse would be broken forever

or grow stronger and live on to plague generations to come.

But ours was a story of survival.

Of two sisters,

bound by blood.

A bond that would not be broken.

That was our promise above all.

Above men...

Above God...

Above fate.

It was in our blood,

together forever.

I'm so cold.

Me too.

Ginger, I think we've lost our way.

We haven't lost anything, Brigitte.

It's lost us.

Easy. Shh!

Come on...

Come on!

Fine, then.

We'll all walk.

Come on.

Let's go.

Hello?

Ginger!

Are you all right?

What happened here?

My sister.

Gone.

Many summers...

In the wind...

in the trees...

and in the blood.

Sisters.

They were hers and her sister's.

Thank you.

Say thank you, Ginger...

Thank you.

Kill the boy, or one sister kills the other.

Whoa, whoa, whoa...

Easy! Easy! Easy. Easy...

What's wrong with him?

It's all right!

Ginger!

No! Come back!

Come back!

Come back!

Brigitte!

Get it off me!

I can't!

I'm gonna go back to the camp

and try and find the old woman.

Don't leave me!

Look at me...

Count to 100, and before you do, I'll be back...

all right?

One...

Two...

Three...

Four...

Five...

Six...

Seven...

Eight...

Nine...

Ten...

Fifty...

Ginger!

Fifty-five...

Fifty-six!

Help!

Please? Somebody?

Help us!

Brigitte!

Ginger?

Ninety-eight...

Ninety-nine...

I'm not alone...

I'm counting...

One hundred!

You stay away from her, you son of a bitch!

Are you all right?

Did he just whistle at us?

I'm sure he meant the dog...

Son, stay back.

Welcome to civilization.

Cormac!

Do these two look like anyone you've ever laid eyes on

other than while you were off pulling

in some shithouse somewhere?

Answer me!

We don't ever open the gate for anyone

we don't know, do we?

Bloody idiot.

It's nearly nightfall, we were looking for shelter.

Aah!

Here, we never talk out of turn,

and, while I'm spitting, it is always my turn.

But I see it is not the first time

your mouth has made you trouble, is it?

Sergeant Major.

Stand down.

Mr. Rowlands!

The dark one's hurt.

Show me.

She's been bit.

How'd you come by that wound?

In the woods I stepped in a trap and the Indian helped us.

We were accompanying our father,

Montgomery Fitzgerald, on his commission

to find a pass through the mountains west.

Only, our boat was overturned.

We washed up on shore, but our...

our parents were drowned.

Cast them out, Wallace.

Cast them out.

You put us all in grave peril if you give them refuge.

Mark me, Wallace.

You've been marked.

Let's let Doc Murphy see to it.

Our parents drowned?

Yes, but they didn't suffer. It was really quite peaceful.

Ah...

You'll have an ugly scar, but you'll keep the foot,

if we make sure it doesn't turn septic.

These ugly black bastards like the blood.

Oh, God, no.

But they'll settle for the sickness.

No, she doesn't want them on her.

It's a necessary evil.

My name is Wallace Rowlands.

I am Chief Factor at Fort Bailey.

Tonight, since you are our guests,

dinner will be in the company hall.

Ladies. Mr. Murphy.

Do you feel that?

Good.

Be thankful.

Means you're alive.

I'll get you something for the pain.

I really don't have much to spare, but...

Is it medicinal?

Not in the least.

Ginger?

I'm right here.

Enjoy it while it lasts, girl.

Mr. Murphy. Those graves out there?

Is it the pox?

No, it's not.

Your fort's nearly abandoned.

Most of the people have gone home.

The rest... aren't sleeping too good.

What is everyone so afraid of?

Didn't you see them?

Out there in the woods.

We saw nothing.

Not to worry, girl...

because they saw you.

It's good to have guests in the main house again.

I'm sure you will find it more comfortable

than travels in the woods.

Well, we passed an Indian camp on the way.

Looked like it had been attacked.

Oh?

Hmm.

Well, have war parties been raiding you?

Is... is that what's happened here?

The damp in this place, it gets evil cold in the bones.

The Indians told the Company

this was a bad place to build a fort, but they didn't listen.

So, where is everyone?

The trade party was supposed to return

with supplies two months ago.

It's two months... um, still no sign of them.

So, there's no passage east, then?

Except on foot... for a few thousand miles.

This was Geoffrey's room.

Wallace's son.

Where is he?

Uh, he died.

A few weeks ago.

These are for you. I hope they fit all right.

They were Wallace's wife's.

She was a beautiful Indian girl.

She died, too.

It was quite tragic.

Here's the key.

I'll see you at dinner, then.

What a lovely shade of dead.

Is a dead boy's room the only one they've got?

It's better than sleeping out in the woods