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I've been here since 1894.

My concern is survival.

You're no God, Jacob Dutton!

Spencer, this ranch

and your legacy are in peril.

You must come home
and fight this war.

You're a hunter.

Where does the next
adventure take you?

Where I'm going is dangerous.

Let's look

death in the eye,
then, shall we?

I've sworn

to kill the Indian in you

and will keep my word.

What are you doing?

Making war.

I have compassion
but I have no mercy.

Bring her back to me.

I want the whole valley.

I'm a man of my word!

Aah!

- You need to read this.
- You read it.

"War has descended
upon this place."

I fear everything your parents

fought so hard to build

is being ripped from us.

I need to book
passage to America.

I do not yield, you Yankee scum!

Take this man to the brig.

- Spencer!
- I love you, Alex!

I will come to you!

Dear Spencer...

...we have sold the
last of our herd,

keeping only four bulls

and 100 heifers,

the seeds with which

you must rebuild the ranch

that trickery

and laws drafted by loan sharks

have stripped from us.

The road to Bozeman
is snowed over now,

passable only on horseback.

Our movement is
restricted to the lodge

and the pastures around
the barn until spring.

We dare not kill a
beef, so the men hunt.

Gone are the great
feasts of summer.

It is stews

and stale bread

and the bland fuel
of sustenance.

Like the bear,

we hibernate,

impatiently awaiting
spring and your return.

What time is the hearing?

First thing in the morning.

I'll be back tomorrow night.

Don't kill yourself racing
back to me in a blizzard.

If there's a blizzard,

I'll ride it out in the
comfort of the hotel.

You mean the
speakeasy beneath it?

That's exactly what I mean.

You know the Parkers
in Livingston?

I know the Parkers.

Mary Parker told me they have
a telephone in their house.

In her house.

Can you imagine?

When Albert goes to Bozeman,

he can stop by the telegram
office and for a nickel,

he can call Mary at her house

so she knows he got there safe.

Yeah, with Albert's
sense of direction,

that seems like a good plan.

Well, no, uh, you
know, I'm just saying,

would be nice to know
that you got there safe

instead of hoping
you made it safe

and wondering and worrying.

Well, if you weren't
worrying about me,

you'd be worrying
about something else.

Yes, but that would be a
worry of my own choosing.

Not one that you chose for me.

This trip is not a
choice. It's a duty.

So I'm just gonna say
I will not allow today

to be the last time
I see your face.

Thank you.

I'll see you tomorrow.

Whoa! Whoa!

They're fresh this morning.

Take those horses down the
hill. I'll meet you at the barn.

Back to the barn?

- There's a lion on the porch.
- A lion?

Yeah.

Come on, go.

Get.

Look here,

I don't want to shoot you

and you don't want to get shot.

I need to know,

are you up here to get warm

or are you

hunting your next meal?

What you doing?

Why are you standing
on the porch

- scowling at the mountains?
- Hmm.

It was just here.

It wasn't after us.

Well, that's comforting.

Now you have something
to worry about as well.

I'm always worried, honey.

- Got kerosene?
- Yes, sir.

Matches?

Ain't much good without 'em.

What's funny?

A certain trial starts tomorrow.

Trial about what?

Did you know that the honey bee

kills more people each year

than the rattlesnake?

More than the grizzly?

It's the accumulation
of thousands

of little stings which
killed the bee as well,

I might add.

They sacrifice themselves.

The trial's just
another little sting.

I think we should
bring our little doll

out to play.

Don't you think?
Would you like that?

Yes.

Go get her.

Go on, get her.

No need to dry off.

I rather prefer you wet.

Wake up.

Look at me.

You only get punished

if you don't try hard.

That's all.

But if you try...

really hard...

...we'll give you a surprise.

Where do you think you're going?

I thought I'd go
to town with you.

Stay with your mother.

There's nothing to
do in Livingston.

There's nothing to
do in Bozeman either.

It's below zero, huh?

How about you read a book?

I'll be back tomorrow.

Huh? We'll do something.

When do I get to meet him?

- Him who?
- Your partner.

You don't need to
meet men like him.

He's that bad?

When you lay down
with dogs, Banner,

you stand up with fleas.

All our lives,
we've had nothing.

Now we have something.

And it ain't fleas.

We have money.

Soon we'll have land.

And that boy will have a future.

I'll lay with the
devil to give him that.

Don't feed it too much.

Don't feed? What do I feed?

You put too much coal.

Pipe gets too hot,
it expands and blows.

Then we die. The ship sinks.

I put too much?

You are putting too much.

What is this "feed"?

Feed is food, no? To eat?

Yes.

And the boiler

is eating too much.

Ah.

Okay, okay, I understand.

You make a-a joke
with the words.

Go back to your bunk

before I do something
you can't walk away from.

Are you okay?

He's standing up.

You come at me

with that knife

and I'm gonna fucking
kill you with it.

Stop it. Stop it. Stop it!

Drop the belt. Now.

He was raping him.

Is true?

It is not your ship to police.

You see crime, you come to me.

It is my ship to police.

Clean it up.

But do it in the dark.
The men need to sleep.

- They got rifles.
- I see them.

Put down your weapons.

Drop your rifles to the ground.

- Lower your rifle.
- What you want here?

- I will not ask again.
- What you want here?

I am looking for

a Crow, Indian girl,

16 years old.

Have you seen her?

Aah!

Crow! Indian girl.

Sixteen years old.

Have you seen her?

There are no Crow here.

- There are no Crow.
- Marshal!

As a man of God, I demand
you release this child.

- Oh, you demand it, huh?
- I do.

I seen your graveyard, Father.

That same man of God
staring at me now...

that's the one who filled it.

God's will filled it.

Now we're getting somewhere.

That's what I am.
The will of God.

Hyah!

Hyah! Hyah!

You tell every Comanche

I'm looking for this Crow!

Not gonna stop till we find her.

Better for your
families if you help us.

Hyah. Hyah!

Go.

Huh.

I watched my grandfather.

There was a time

when everything was crafted

from the earth.

And everyone knew how to do it.

Why don't we know it
anymore? What happened?

White man happened.

The white man, he comes
and he trades with us

for our skins,

our horses and our beads.

He gives us sugar, knives,

iron.

Then the people

who want to craft
things from the land...

they want to trade
for the things

that make life easy.

And then when we run
out of things to trade,

the government just
gives us the things

till we forget how to
make the things ourselves.

Now they have our land.

We're beggars at their fort.

That's what governments want.

They want beggars.

Why would they want that?

Because beggars...

they cannot question.

A beggar who
question goes hungry.

A beggar who questions
gets sent off to schools

and taught not to question.

Better we don't beg at all.

Better to just

do things for yourself.

Till the government finds
out you're doing it.

Well, what does the
government care?

Because if we're doing
things for ourself...

...then we don't
need a government.

I'm gonna slip
down to the river,

see if I can catch
a deer crossing.

He's a good boy.

I think so.

You want his hand?

If you want him to have it...

...give him permission
to ask for it.

I want him to have it.

Have you two...

What?

You know what.

When would we do that?

You watch us like the hawk.

Wait till after the ceremony.

When's the ceremony?

By the looks of it,
it better be quick.

Well, did you wait
for the ceremony?

Nobody waits for the ceremony.

Just have to say it.

I think I'm...

I'm just gonna go sit by Pete

while he... while he hunts.

Mm-hmm.

Shh, shh.

Ho!

Dang.

You scared the life out of me.

Hunting you some deer?

Trying to.

Sorry to screw it up for you.

Still early. Deer won't
mind that horse's scent.

They'll mind mine, and
I got plenty of it.

Haven't seen any cattle
sign on the river, have you?

I'm prowling for strays.

Haven't seen any cattle.

Once they get down
in this canyon,

they get wilder than the deer.

You'll see the sign
before you see the cattle.

Haven't seen any sign.

- Comanche let you graze here?
- Comanche?

Only Comanche in these
parts looks to be you.

Thought this canyon
was Comanche land.

It was. That's been
a while, though.

Before my time.

Comanche are all
up north of Vernon.

No, you're smack-dab in the
bottom of the JA Ranch in Texas.

Texas?

You missed Oklahoma
by 100 miles.

- Oh.
- Should've turned left

at the river, not followed it.

Don't worry none.

You ain't minding nobody.

Mr. Goodnight was a good
friend of Quanah Parker's.

And Mr. Goodnight never
refused a Comanche

come camp his old grounds.

Best get moving. Don't want to

spend the night in this canyon.

It's a rattlesnake factory.

There may be a couple more
punchers riding this way,

but they won't
mess with you none.

We're in Texas.

Texas?

On a ranch.

Don't look like much
of a ranch to me.

Me neither, but
that's what it is.

Do you think he'll
tell people we're here?

I don't think there's
anyone to tell.

Didn't seem to mind.

He's pretty friendly.

- Friendly?
- Yeah.

Even apologized for
messing up my hunt.

I didn't tell him who
really messed up my hunt.

Maybe we should go back and...

tell my father.

We should, but we ain't gonna.

Not yet.

Go away.

Alex, it's me.

Alex?

You go away as well.

I will not.

My God, Alex, you're
withering away.

Yes, I am.

Are you ill?

I'm broken, Jennifer.

If you're ill, you
should see a doctor.

Do you think a doctor
will prescribe me

a ticket to America?

If he loves you,
he'll come for you.

He can't come for me. He
must protect his family.

Protect them from what...

from bears?

I will not have this
conversation with you.

I need passage to America.

I'm running out of time.

And I have no means.

No money.

No family or friends
who will help me.

Time is the one thing
you do have, Alex.

In abundance.

Be patient.

Perhaps he will send for
you when he reaches Montana.

I'm running out of time.

You're pregnant?

Mm-hmm.

When I begin to show, what then?

What will Arthur do
to my family then?

He's already banned
them from London.

I belong with my husband.

His child belongs
with his father.

Oh, Alex.

You claim to be my best friend.

I more than claim it.

Now is your chance to prove it.

Sell these.

Buy me passage and
bring me to London.

Alex, some of these
belong with the estate,

some belong with the court.

You could go to
prison and so could I.

I never said proving
it would be easy.

Sell them in Brighton.

They'll offer a pittance
for what they're worth.

Take it.

Tell my parents I've agreed
to stay in Oxford with you.

Tell them it would be
good for me to see friends

and be around young
men with stature

and a future ahead of them.

That's what a best
friend would do.

Then that's what shall be done.

Book passage on the
first ship heading west.

Not the poshest
ship. The first.

And book me second class.

I don't need to be housed
beside Arthur's classmates

- heading to New York.
- Second class, Alex?

Gamblers and thieves.

And without a man beside you...

I can take care of myself.

- Go.
- Mm.

Spencer. My love. My life.

I know not the
path nor the manner

with which I will
find my way to you.

But it is time
the journey begin.

I will enter the
port in New York

and then seek passage
by train to Montana.

Seen a lot of men do it.

Never like this, though.

Most do it quick, with a bullet.

I don't have a gun.

Can you swim?

I can swim.

That's gonna be a problem.

Why is that a problem?

You may want to die,
but your body don't.

Your body will fight.

And then you'll tread
water till you can't.

Then you'll float.

It's a pretty smooth day.

Yesterday was the day to jump.

So, if you jump in, be
ready for a long day.

I will just go under,

open my mouth and...

breathe deep.

Yeah, but your
body won't let you.

You'll just sit here
and float till a storm

or a shark has its way with you.

How long has he been
doing that to you?

Since we left port.

People aren't defined
by what happens to them.

They're defined by what they do.

More often than not, they're
defined by what they don't do.

What they're too scared to do.

Too lazy or selfish.

Is your mother alive?

Does she love you?

Of course.

You're just gonna throw
that over the side?

I wrote her a letter.

These?

No address on it.

I wrote two letters.

O-One... one is to you.

It's in Italian.

Can't read Italian.

Don't know to write English.

Read it.

Thank you for saving me

from the big man.

For fighting him.

I wish God made me big,

but He didn't.

In Galveston, ask
for my cousins,

Salvatore and Rosario Maceo.

Galveston is their city.

Give them both letters.

They will pay you for saving me.

But if you jump off this
ship, I didn't save you.

Ah.

Didn't think of that.

Let's get back to work.

Why do men call you lion hunter?

That's what I did.

My grandfather said,

when he was young, there
were lions in Italy.

One with no mane that
live in the mountains,

and, uh, the Barbary lions,
which lived near the farms

and would eat the
cattle and horses.

There's lions in
our mountains, too.

They don't mess with the cattle.

In America, there is lions?

I would love to see a lion.

I just want the lion
to never see me.

Yeah, you do not want
the lion to see you.

Italy's home for you?

My family is from
Palermo, in Sicily.

But, uh, with Mussolini...

My mother sent me to Galveston
so I-I don't die in the war.

- Didn't know there was a war.
- In Libya.

Next will be Tunisia,
then Egypt, then Greece.

- We just got done with our war.
- They starting a new one.

There are two kind of men
in this world, I think.

Men who make things and
the men who take them.

Mussolini is a man who takes.

- Where's home for you?
- In the mountains.

In the north.

- That is where you go?
- As soon as I have enough money.

You could sell that big gun.

Gonna need that big gun.

You could fight for the money.

- Don't fight for money.
- Lion hunting

- is fighting, no?
- It's fighting for survival.

Don't fight for sport.

Why you go home?

Family needs me.

Why they need you so bad?
You work a ship's engine

to give back to them.

- They're in danger.
- Then fighting for money

is for survival, if the
money gets you home.

Umbrellas.

What about 'em?

Umbrellas. That's the word.

Ain't the word anymore.

Well, what's the password now?

Wouldn't be much of a
password if I told it to you.

Roy, open the fucking door.

Yes, sir.

Ooh.

Hey.

Marshal out of Helena called

and said they got
an anonymous tip

that there's a speakeasy
off of Main street.

You don't say.

Yep.

You have any luck finding it?

Investigation's just
getting started.

These things take a while.

Another whiskey, Charlie.

Takes away the bite.

Well, don't take
away all the bite.

Who's the judge?

Garrett.

Oh.

He's married to that Crow woman.

I don't get it.
I mean, how is it

illegal to marry into
one race and not another?

Well, it all
depended on the race

of the legislators'
wives when they

drew up the law in
the first place.

Yeah.

It was almost illegal
to marry a Mexican

till a senator met
a little senorita

on a hunting trip in Texas.

How much trouble are they in?

Well, the marriage is void.

And the preacher who
performed the marriage...

he can go to jail.

But Zane's wife won't
say who that was.

And that's really what
this is all about.

She refuses to
divulge the source.

She's gonna be held in contempt.

Back to jail she goes.

You seen Zane?

He ain't any better.

Is he talking?

They got him walking
the halls in there

and they won't let
him see his wife,

won't let him see his kids.

I swear it's a broken heart
more than it is his head.

It's that fucking Whitfield.

I know it is.

He's gonna knock all your
chess pieces off the board.

Get those taxes paid.

Yeah, I got last year's paid.

It's just next year
I ain't figured.

Well, you better
figure 'em out quick,

'cause I can promise
you that son of a bitch

has got it figured.

You think you can take him?

Are there rules?

- Rules?
- To the fight.

Are there any rules?

Can you bite?

Can you kick?

You can do anything.
It's a fight.

Then yes.

Big guys are

easy to beat as long as they
don't get a hold of you.

Then let's start with him.

Wait, wait, kid.

Okay.

One round.

No time limit, no rules.

The man who cannot get up

or will not get up is the loser.

- Pronto?
- Si.

Ready?

Step to your left.

Fight!

I'm really glad you won.

I don't have any money either.

Okay.

You fought in the war?

- Yep.
- Kill many Germans?

Every one I could find.

Me too.

No gouging eyes, okay?

A blind man cannot
work on ships.

No gouging eyes.

Four hundred and twenty dollars.

You can buy a new Model T

and still have money left over.

What are you doing?

Twenty percent, for
covering the bets.

But you didn't cover any bets.
You don't have any money.

I took the risk of lying.

All you had to do is
fight one man at a time.

I would have been beaten
by the whole room.

Now I have money
to cover more bets

and you have the
money to get home. Mm?

Unless...

they try and steal it from
us while we're sleeping.

Buona notte.

Second class was sold out.

It was first class
or tourist class.

I'll take my chances
with the tourists.

They aren't tourists, Alex.

They only call it that
because they can't call it

the thieves and beggars class.

Thought there'd be more.

No one of good repute
would trade with me.

I was forced to the alleys.

And alley prices is
what they brought.

I wonder if it's
colder in Montana.

Can't be any colder than this.

I'm hoping you'll
send it back to me.

But if you don't...

...I'll know you needed it.

You've proved it.

I long for the day when
I can return the favor.

Hmm?

I'm off on the next adventure.

- That's new.
- Yeah.

Know how they work?

I got no idea.

Well, you got someone
you need to call?

Yes, I do.

Very much.

At last.

I'd forgotten what
the sun looks like.

I'm not sure why I'm
making all these eggs.

Maybe I should send some
down to the cowboys.

Elizabeth, breakfast is ready.

I thought that thing
was gonna eat me alive.

It was its plan.

Winter is the killing season.

When the hunters among us seek
out the weak, the foolish.

Only the very strongest

of nature's
creatures survive it.

Winter is the time of the wolf.

The time of the lion.

When all nature's failures

become a meal.

Then spring brings new life.

And God tries again.