All language subtitles for Tales-of-Wells-Fargo-S6E5-Tanoa

Red Knife.

You are on Indian land. Why?

You know who I am, Red Knife,
and you know why I'm here.

To talk to your shaman, Pochalo.

Where are your guns, Fargo man?

They'll be no guns used
in my talks with Pochalo.

- Hey.
- Hold it, Beau.

Get down, Fargo man.

I told you we came
in peace, Red Knife.

Now I am sure you have.

I bring greetings from your
granddaughter, Pochalo.

Ah. Tanoa.

Is she doing well
at white man's school?

She will finish soon?

Actually, it'll just be
the beginning,

when she comes back here to
her people to teach the children

to think with their hands
and their brains

instead of knives and war clubs.

This is good.
And the little boy, Wahneehee?

Well, he's
a true warrior, all right.

He keeps Ovie with her back
to the wall about half the time.

This boy will be chief one day.

It is a pity he will have
nothing to lead.

Times change, my cousin.

So does the land.
Food runs from the hills,

fleeing from the white man.

If there is hunger
within your village,

there's hunger within me also.

All the white man
hungers for is this land.

The fight is finished,
Red Knife.

Perhaps it is finished too soon.

Let the Fargo man speak.

I forget, my cousin,

my words were only law
in the war council.

But there is no longer any war.

What interest do we share
with this Fargo man?

I speak on behalf of my company.

They're interested in bringing
their stages through your land.

Why?

To provide a faster

and safer means of travel
for their customers.

- We are not your customers.
- You could be.

Our stages could become
a means of trade

between your people and mine.

There is truth and hope
in what you say.

Your stages could bring wool
for our women to weave.

Yes. And food when
your winters grow long.

Are we all old men
with no memories?

Is there no one among you
who remembers

our winter camp
by the warm springs?

When the war chiefs led us,
there was no belly hunger then.

There was hunger for peace.

And if my people listen
and the stages come,

they will bring hunters
with them,

and these hunters will bring
their blue-belly horse soldiers

to drive us further up,
beyond the timberline,

up with the goats,

to fight with them
for the roots beneath the snow.

Well spoken, Red Knife.

If these words were guns,

our tribe could conquer
the Five Nations.

If my anger is an insult to
my cousin, the chief of law...

We listen with respect

to the words of my brave
war chief cousin,

but it is I who speak
for the people.

The women have provided food
for our guests.

You will eat
while the elders consider.

Why don't you stop sniffin'
that and go to eatin' it?

What is it?

Don't ask so many questions.
Just smile and eat.

At least I can take
the skin off of it. Look.

Remind me never to complain
about Jeb's cooking again.

Here they come now.

Pochalo's smilin' and Red Knife
is fit to be tied. That's a good sign.

It is decided.

You may have right-of-way
for stages only,

if you do not interfere
with the laws

of our people and our land.

We'll accept those conditions.

The terms will be
50 head of cattle,

50 woolen blankets.

We can shake hands on that.

Bring their horses.

Your stages will cross our land.

Let there be friendship
between your people and mine.

The day after tomorrow
will be a great day

in the lives of both
of our peoples, Pochalo.

The first Wells Fargo stage
will come through your land.

It will bring back to you
your granddaughter

and your future chief,
Wahneehee.

Thank you.

Didn't have nothing to say
to the chief, huh, Beau?

It's pretty hard to talk
with your mouth full.

- How are them flapjacks?
- Good, Jeb.

I got some hot ones comin' up.

- Hiya, Jeb.
- Do you always have to come in

like a cowpoke entering a saloon
with a mile-long thirst?

Why don't you come in
like a lady?

You are a lady, ain't ya?

If Ma hadn't seen you first,
I'd show you what I am.

- Did Ovie tell you to say that?
- Of course not, silly.

Ma sent me over
for a dozen eggs.

She's bakin' a big angel-food
cake for the big cookin' contest.

You think you can spare
that many?

I'll do it just to
get rid of you.

Now, don't nobody get
no ideas about this pie.

It's for supper.

Mornin', Beau.

Mornin', Jim. Oh,
isn't it a wonderful day?

I don't know.
I haven't seen much of it yet.

I don't think Jim can say,
the way you're choking him.

Can't talk too good with
my Adam's apple in a vise.

I'd better go get the horses.

Boy, you're gonna make
your ma a good cowboy.

Had to throw in
one turkey and one duck.

Ovie says you can come steal
a recipe anytime you like,

after she wins the contest.

Ah, your ma's an old windbag.

If that Ovie spent more time
cookin' and less time talkin',

she might have a chance to win
that annual Gloribee bakin' prize.

You tell her that from me.

I'd better get something
to cover these eggs.

What's on your mind, Mary Gee?
Something, I can tell.

Well, it's Beau.
He's awful sweet on Tanoa,

and it's getting awful-er.

I see.

Well, I didn't know
you were the jealous type.

But the way he looks at her,
a woman can tell.

What woman?

Me! I got old ideas.

Anyway, she says
when she gets married,

it'll be the one
Pochalo picked out for her.

When I'm gettin' married,
I'm doin' my own pickin'.

Yeah, I can bet on that.

Poor man is not gonna have
a word to say about it, either.

Don't you go having
no sorry feelings for him.

After all,
I might turn out real nice.

After I skinny up a little more.

Well, I think you're kinda nice
just like you are.

Secrets?

Oh, just woman talk.

I rather doubt you'd
understand it. I don't.

- Horses ready yet?
- All ready, Jim.

You tell Ovie we're all rootin'
for her in that bakin' contest.

You'd better take it dad-blasted
easy with these eggs, now.

The yolks gotta be separated
from the whites real careful,

if she's figurin' on
that angel food.

What do you got there?

I don't want Jeb's talents
to go unrecognized.

I'm gonna enter his pie
in the cookin' contest.

Do you think that's a good
idea? What if that thing would win?

Ovie'd never speak to him again.
He's a little sweet on her.

Exactly. You don't want to
lose a good cook, do you?

Oh, yeah, yeah.
Why didn't I think of that?

I am concerned for my cousin.

It will pass.

It has happened before.

I am concerned for our people.

A few days,

and I will be
strong enough to lead.

But now,

until those few days...

It is for the council

to decide.

The omens are dark.

It is time we saw to our
leadership once again.

Call the other elders together.

Tell them there will be
a meeting of the council.

Ride to the three war chiefs
of our neighboring tribes.

Tell them to be ready
for Red Knife once again.

Tell them I will
show them my power

at the council meeting.

Well, well, welcome to
Gloribee, Mr. Anderson.

Thank you. When I heard about
the deal you made with Pochalo

for the new roadway, I had to come
over and congratulate you personally.

Well, I hope it works out as well
for his people as it does for ours.

Beau, this is Mr. Anderson.
This is Beau McCloud.

Hiya, sir.

- Heard a lot about you, Mr. McCloud.
- Thank you.

Well, he looks like
everything you said he was.

And more.

Hi, Lem. Did you get
my, uh, you-know-what?

I'm gonna send him on his first
run on up into the territory there

and see that everything
goes all right.

Come inside. I'll fill
you in on the details.

Thank you.

I spent the whole $14,
but I got it.

If these fancy doo-dads don't
do the job, I don't know what will.

Much obliged, Lem.

I brought along some extra
right-of-way contracts.

They're ready
for Pochalo to sign.

Contracts won't mean much
to a man like Pochalo.

He gave me his word
and a handshake.

That's the only contract
he understands.

These savages certainly have
a strange way of doing things.

Yes, I suppose they do.

But I imagine they think
we have a strange way also.

I suppose so.
When do we start the first run?

Well,

today is graduation day
in Gloribee, Mr. Anderson.

That's a big event in our lives.

Pochalo's got a granddaughter and a
grandson been going to school with us here,

and we promised to
deliver 'em back home.

We can leave right after
the exercise, if you want.

You got room
for another passenger?

I'd like to be
on that stagecoach.

It's a sort of
historic event, you know.

Lem, you got any more room?

Well, uh, we're runnin' practically
empty. You know how it is, Jim.

Folks are kinda scarified
of the possibility

of losin' their scalp
the first run out.

I couldn't be less worried.

Well, would you care to
join us in the graduation?

Thank you. It'd be my pleasure.

And because you've
passed your grades,

I'll expect you all back
again next year.

Even you, Tom Humphrey,
because your pa's sheriff.

You know he threatened to
throw me in jail if I didn't pass you.

And now for some special awards.

One is for my sister, Mary Gee,

not because
she's my sister, but...

because she's worked very hard
for this honor.

I'm proud and happy to present

this scholastic achievement
award to Mary Gee.

Ladies and gentlemen,

there's a great and wise man

leading the tribes
in the hills around us.

His name... Chief Pochalo,
a man of peace,

who's made the dream of peace
come true for all of us.

Pochalo now is old,

and his grandson, Wahneehee,
who will one day

be chief in his place, is young.

"Bend the willow
while it's young."

That's a saying
of Pochalo's people.

That's why,
for the past few years,

we've been honored
with a sacred trust.

You all know Tanoa,
Pochalo's granddaughter.

She studied at our school

so that she might return
to Pochalo's people

and give them an education,

the tools to forge
their own destiny.

"Bend the willow
while it's young."

That will be
Tanoa's work in life.

I'm proud and happy

to present to you, Tanoa,

this graduation diploma
and teachers' certificate.

Thank you, Tina.

I will always be grateful
for your love and friendship.

Ovie asked me to make sure
you remembered

that our home will
always be your home too.

And now for Tanoa's brother,

who has passed his grades
like a true future chief.

Wahneehee, grandson of Pochalo,

your friends have gotten
together to give you

a very special present...

This beautiful engraved knife.

Will you step forward,
please, Wahneehee?

Get me some water, someone.

Here, Tina, give him
a whiff of my salts.

Twice yesterday
he complained of sickness.

I should never have let
him come, but he insisted.

I'll get him over to the doctor.
Beau, you look after Tanoa.

I must go with him! I must help!

Now, steady down, Tanoa. Best
help you can be is to stop worryin'.

- He's in good hands, Tanoa.
- He's never been sick before.

Sure, honey. That's why
you're makin' so much of it.

Now, there ain't
a thing you can do

until we hear
what the doc has to say.

Beau, why don't you get
Tanoa out of this crowd?

Come on, Tanoa.

Quiet. Quiet, everybody.

- I have something to say.
- When didn't ya?

Well, if nobody's interested

in the results of Gloribee's
annual cooking contest...

Tanoa, I have a surprise
for you. I think you'll like it.

Well, I always thought a
squaw walked behind her man.

Beau, please! Let's go.

After this tramp apologizes.

I'll eat dirt first.

What's it gonna be, tramp?
Words or dirt?

I apologize.

Hey, Charlie,
you're wanted outside.

You mustn't let people
like that bother you.

It was you who minded.

Well, I guess you're right.

But he had no right to say that.
You're worth a thousand people like that.

He cannot help thinking
as he does.

Hey, well, are you ready
for your surprise?

Just came in on the stage
this morning.

Had to go all the way
to Kansas City to get it.

Well, you like it?

Oh, of course.

It's a beautiful
Spanish shawl and comb.

Here, here, try it on.

You like it?

Oh, you're beautiful.

If you had some castanets,
you'd be ready to dance.

What's wrong, Tanoa?

Even a Spanish shawl and comb

cannot change the fact
that I'm Indian.

What difference does that make?

Why should I wear something to
make me look like someone else?

I'm an Indian...
and proud of it.

I didn't give them to you to
make you look like someone else.

Everybody will know that...
that it came from you.

I want them to.

Then I will wear it.

Whoa!

Tanoa, if we just had...

Goodbye, Tanoa, girl.

You take care, you hear?

- Goodbye, Wahneehee.
- Bye, bye.

Goodbye, dear.

Doctor said to
give him this medicine,

about a teaspoon full
every three hours.

And if he's not any better
in a day or two,

perhaps you'd better bring him
back in to see the doctor.

- I'll be seeing you, Jim.
- All right, Mr. Anderson.

Take care of him, Beau.
Bye, bye, Tanoa.

Goodbye.

All right.

Goodbye! You take care, now!

Come back and see us soon!

Is the celebration all over?
Where did Jeb go?

I don't know, and I don't care.

He oughta be ashamed of himself.

Why, I never should've
borrowed those eggs.

You can tell that old fool,
you can tell him for me

that if I never see him
again, it'll be too soon.

What'd he do?

Jeb's pie beat Mother's cake
in the cooking contest.

- No!
- Yes!

You can tell that
miserable mistake of a man

I can still cook as good as him.

- And just as sneaky.
- I'll do that.

- Come on, giddyap! Let's go.
- Sure do that. So long.

Whoa! Whoa!

Whoa!

Where is my grandfather?

Has the white man's school
corrupted your mind

as it has your form of dress?

Where is Pochalo?

Women of our tribe do not wear
combs and shawls in their hair.

Take it easy, McCloud.

I have come from the white man's
school to teach you.

But good manners are something
which none of us have to learn.

None except Red Knife.

You must forgive him.

Red Knife asks forgiveness
from no man.

He is chief.

There is only one chief...
Pochalo.

And after that, Wahneehee.

Before you arrived,

there was a meeting
of the council.

Pochalo is old, sick,

too weak to lead.

It has been decided that
until he is well again,

and strong,

and the boy has become a man,

I am the chief.

Where is Wahneehee?

My brother is sick.
He is very weak.

This white man's sickness...

Another thing you bring home
to your people to share?

I have medicine for him.

If he does not get well, I will
take him back to the doctor.

Take him to the village.

The medicine man will drive
the evil spirits from his body.

Pick it up.

No.

Red Knife is right.

This is Indian land, and
our laws must be observed.

Not yours.

Please, Beau.

No more trouble.

Tanoa,

it is the custom
among our people

that the woman stays behind.

Mornin', Ovie.

Ho!

Nice day.

You come all the way over here

to tell me something
any fool can see?

Ah, come off
your high horse, Ovie.

Got something to show you.

It's a mechanical
washing machine.

Well,

what'd you bring it
all the way over here for?

It's a present. For you.

For me?

Why?

Because I hate to
see you skinnin'

those pretty hands on that
scrubbing board, that's why.

For a long time,

I've been saying to myself,

"I've got to do
something nice for Ovie

to relieve her
of all that hard work."

For a long time, huh?

Maybe ever since you won
that cookin' contest from me.

Well, to be honest
with you, yes.

Oh, Ovie,

I don't want you mad at me,
darn it.

I miss quarrelin' with you.

Sorta...

takes the social
out of livin', don't it?

Mm.

Well, now,

this here present,

mind showin' me how it works?

That's what the
demonstrator is here for.

Now, first, you...

you put in a couple
buckets of hot water.

Then you cut up a bar of soap.

Now you turn this here
"agit-itator"

a few times like this

to make the suds.

Why, Jeb!

Why, Jeb, that's wonderful.
That's just plain wonderful!

What's next?

Now we're ready
for some dirty clothes.

Ha! Them I got plenty of.

Now, hold on, Ovie.
You're a lady.

Ladies just got soiled clothes.

That's why I brung me some
dirty ones to make the test.

My weekly wash.

Just the thing for an
experiment like this.

Ew! Sure are dirty!

Now,

you just turn this handle
round and round,

like a coffee grinder, see?

Well, I never!

Here, let-let me try it.

Sure. Good.

Jeb, it's... it's just
practically a pleasure.

I don't know how to thank you.

Well, there's little ways, Ovie.

- How little?
- Well,

seeing as I'm givin' you
the use of the machine,

why, uh... well, uh,

I could throw in a few
of my dirty old things

every week with yours.

Same amount of muscle power,
same amount of soap.

Same kind of soap.

Soft soap.

Makin' me think you was thinkin'
of my bruised knuckles,

and all the time,
you was tryin' to figure out

a way to get me to do
your dirty wash.

Now, you clear out of here, Jeb,

and I don't ever want to see
your face again!

- Aw, shucks, Ovie.
- Go on, get out of here, Jeb.

I don't ever want to see
you again. I'm sick and tired

of seeing your silly face
around here.

Go on, get up on your wagon
and get out of here!

Go!

Don't you never come
back here no more, you hear?

Old coot!

Please. My brother.

At least let me comfort him.

You want him to die.

Only the vultures can free
the evil spirits from his body.

You want him to die
so you can become chief.

Remember this, Tanoa.

Anyone who goes
against my word will die.

Summon the war chiefs.

Tell them to get ready to ride.

Whoa! Whoa, now!

Whoa! Whoa!

Whoa.

Why are you stopping, Lem?

To keep from running over
somebody. What do you think?

Wahneehee. Tanoa, what happened?

Help me get him to the doctor.

But know this first...

If they find out you helped him,

they will kill you.

This ain't none of my business, Beau.
Ain't none of Wells Fargo's neither.

Well, I'm making it mine.
Get in, Tanoa.

We'll let Jim know about
this as soon as we get to town.

But not a word to anyone
else, you understand?

All right. It's your funeral.

Yeah.

Get up, Dan. Hyah!

Fargo man, you know me well.

Yes, I do. I know the
others with you too.

War chiefs,

as I am,

to our brother tribes.

Dog soldiers.

Dog soldiers is a good name
for any man or group of men

that want power
through spilling blood.

Our people have been at peace
for a long time.

Why do you come in here
visiting us with your war dress on?

Because it has always been
the white man

who has broken the peace,
and it is so again.

You're talking in riddles.

The white man

who broke the law
of my land last night

is no riddle to Red Knife.

Who was it?

Fargo man, hear me well.

Tomorrow at sundown,
the council of elders meet.

I want Tanoa and the men
who helped her steal her brother,

or this town will die.

Better start thinking, Beau,
and think hard.

I know you can understand
what's gonna happen

if the council
cuts Red Knife loose

because he's made them believe
that Pochalo was wrong.

Because of me?

Because of the way he
can twist the truth, mainly.

He'll have this whole area up
in flames in less than a week.

If I were there, it would help.

Yes, it would.

It would help everybody but you.

He's gonna demand
your death, you know,

for saving your brother.

Now, I'm going up
to the council meeting

with my own personal score
to settle.

It's my decision.

But you're gonna have to
make up your own mind.

I'll wait outside for you.

I cannot let him do this for me.

I love all of you,

but I love Pochalo too,

and cannot shame him.

I know,

and I'm going with you.

No.

You do not understand.

I wear a white woman's dress.

You say I am beautiful

with a Spanish comb
and lace shawl,

but that does not make me
one of you.

I am still one with my people.

There is so much to be done
that only I can do.

I must teach.

Tina said it at graduation...

"Bend the willow
while it is young."

There is so much that I can do,

just given the chance.

You know the only chance you'll
have at that council is your death.

Then I will shame Red Knife

with the way a grandchild
of our man of peace can die.

That's a great and wonderful way
to feel, Tanoa.

But it's also wrong,
so very wrong.

It is wrong.

And knowing this,

we can make our two
separate worlds

come together someday,

so that these walls will crumble

before the strength and honesty

of our children's children.

The signs are good.

Then let us begin.

Is the mountain lion
impatient for his kill?

Or is the rabbit too frightened
of the shadows to move?

Red Knife,

the council has been called
to hear what you want.

- What do you propose?
- That you listen.

That you listen as our
war chiefs have listened.

Here they sit,

ready with 6,000 braves to ride
with me against the whites.

We have tried war and failed.

You have tried the way of peace,

and we have become slaves.

I say, unite.

With the four tribes behind me,

we will crush our enemy
and regain our lands.

I tell you,

it is time
for the war chiefs again.

Hear me, my brothers.

We must hold the old ways
in our heart,

the traditions that are good.

But now we must learn
the white man's way

of the mind.

Tanoa was sent away
to learn the white man's way.

And has she returned
to teach? No.

Tanoa will return.

Look about you,
members of the council.

Red Knife is a war chief.

Pochalo is the law.

Where is the granddaughter
of this man of law?

Where is Tanoa, who lives
what her grandfather preaches?

This is the only power.

This is the law.

How can we follow
a leader any longer

whose children escape the
punishment of the council?

No one has run, Red Knife.

Have you returned to
face the council, my child?

I have, Grandfather.

You have broken the law
of our people.

I have saved the life
of my brother.

You hear that, elders?
By her own tongue,

- her guilt has spoken.
- You are the guilty one, Red Knife.

You have no right to speak
before this council, Fargo man.

Has Red Knife become
such a coward

that he can no longer stand
to hear the truth?

You were the one who tried to kill
Wahneehee so you could become chief.

Is this true, Tanoa?

- The boy still lives?
- His body was full of evil spirits.

He lies, Pochalo.
Wahneehee is alive...

and will one day become chief.

She has done no wrong.

If you kill Tanoa for saving her
brother's life, you can kill me too,

because I helped her,
no one else.

They have no right to speak
before this council.

Are you afraid to let us speak,
Red Knife?

All right.

Let us see if both of you

are men enough to speak
before this council.

Would killing him have
made me right and him wrong?

Their lives are yours.

Then I'm gonna
give 'em back to you.

Have I the permission to speak
to your war chiefs now?

You have that right.

You have 6,000 braves
ready to terrorize

the white people
of the village below you.

We can summon 10 times 6,000.

But is that gonna prove
that we're right

and that you're wrong?

I don't think so.

As I said before,

the day of the knives
and the war club are gone.

There's a better life ahead
for your people and for mine.

But you must learn from the white
man, just as we must learn from you.

Now, is it gonna be
the lance or the book?

It's up to the war chiefs
to decide.

No word has been broken
between us,

and your stages will bring
many more Tanoas

to school in Gloribee.

And your Wahneehee back to you.

And those will be the best passengers
that Wells Fargo will ever carry.