All language subtitles for 1923.S02E06

♪ MTV ♪

♪ tense, dramatic music ♪

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[screams, grunts]

[Hillary]
Officer.

You are arresting
the victim, sir.

[Runs His Horse]
We can't split up out here.

We don't know this land.

Won't be gone long.

Not one of us ever escaped.

Keep up, Father. We got 'em.

Hyah!

Ha!

-[horse squeals]
-[grunts]

Whoa, whoa.

-[Pete war cries]
-[gunshots]

-Where you headed?
-Montana.

[McDowell]
You better stay in Texas

if your plan is coming back here

-and starting a war.
-War's already started.

And you ain't stopped it.

Tell my aunt I'm coming home.

-Are you all right?
-I'm better than all right.

[Jack whooping]

[Jack]
She's gonna have a baby!

[Cara chuckles]

We going after 'em?

-For what they done to us?
-Yeah.

For what they done to all of us.

[wind whistling softly]

♪ quiet, tense music ♪

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[whispering indistinctly]

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Here.

[Cara] The boys have finished
working on the coup.

There's a woman in Pray
who sells chickens.

I'm waiting for the question.

There is no question coming.

I'm simply informing you
that the coup has been repaired

and that a woman in Pray
sells chickens.

You may now correctly assume
that I shall be buying

some of those chickens
and placing them in the coup.

I've had my last
bloody breakfast of beans.

This ain't breakfast.
It's supper.

I know which meal it is, Jacob.
I prepared it.

But tomorrow,
I will be preparing breakfast,

and I shall be doing it
without eggs,

a dilemma
I shall remedy by noon.

Think I'm gonna ride tomorrow.

-Doc said wait.
-[Zane] It's been a week.

A week's long enough
to heal anything.

I can't think of one thing
that can heal in a week.

A cut doesn't heal in a week.

Flu doesn't.

A bruise doesn't.

Hell, it takes six weeks
to heal a bone.

That bone in your head
that we drilled through,

I promise you, is not healed.

We can't have beans
for breakfast no more?

[Elizabeth laughs]

[scoffs]

What? Hey, what's funny?

Nothing. I'm sorry.

This is the first time
every seat at this table

has been filled
since before the war.

So it is.

Wasn't sure you'd noticed.

I noticed.

♪ quiet, emotional music ♪

[car approaching]

♪ tense music ♪

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Jacob!

[Jacob]
It's the sheriff.

Somebody die?

[McDowell]
Nobody died.

Somebody in trouble?

What's with the deputies?

Marshal from Amarillo called.

Asked if I could vouch for
a Spencer Dutton from Bozeman.

Why'd he do that?

Came across him.
Said he's coming this way.

-Did you know?
-I hoped.

He reached me
by telephone, Jake.

Switchboard operators
heard every word,

and those are very loose lips.

He take the train to Livingston?

I don't know,
but that'd be my guess.

I need a schedule,
and I need you

to park some deputies
at that station till he arrives.

Headed there next.

-I'll send some cowboys.
-You cowboys stay right here.

I got a badge, too, Bill,

and I don't need
your permission to use it.

I'm trying
to prevent a war here.

It ain't preventable.

It's what he wants.

It's what he needs
to take this place from us.

When did he call?

This afternoon.

From Amarillo.

That's two days by train.

If Denver's open. If not,
he goes to Fargo and over,

and that's three days at least.

Cool heads, Jacob!

If Whitfield finds out,
he'll kill him, Bill.

And if he does, I swear to God

I will burn his fucking house
to the ground with him in it!

I guess we're gonna find out
whether you can ride after all.

What happened?
Jacob Dutton, stop!

Spencer's coming home.

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Why did you kill him?

'Cause he ran.

Running is not a crime.

Well, running from me is.

All this death you make.

And we are no closer to justice.

[scoffs]

That boy's a Crow.

That's her people.

Why else he'd be here
except for her?

He look Comanche to you?

I can't tell the tribe
by looking at a face.

Neither can you.

I've seen enough Crow to know
one when I'm looking at him.

We are looking for a girl,

but you, you keep killing
boys and men

who know nothing
of this girl we seek.

Know nothing, huh?

He's a scout,
scouting for water for her.

You have been tasked
to bring justice to a murderer!

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But the murderer... is you.

[chuckles]

It is you who needs justice.

Your path is the walkway
to perdition.

And I shall not
walk it with you.

Great.

That's fine.

Go fuck off back to Montana.

You hear me, Father?
Go fuck yourself.

-[gunshot]
-[grunts]

[gunshot]

[groaning weakly]

Now you go scream
with the devil.

♪ majestic orchestral music ♪

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[upbeat music playing]

[indistinct chatter]

He's a war hero
with a temper to match.

War hero?

We all fought in the war.

Didn't see no heroes.

Heroes are the first out of
the trench, first to get dead.

He won the Medal of Honor
with First Infantry at Argonne.

This Dutton was in the First?

This is Jacob's son?

Nephew, I think.

Word is, when he comes back,
the Yellowstone is his.

He runs it.

What's his name?

Spencer.

War's been over six years.

Where's he been since then, huh?

Bottom of a bottle
in Paris, I reckon.

-[chuckling]
-Word is Africa.

He was a hunter for the Brits,
killing lions and whatnot

while they built out roads.

And when's
this Spencer returning?

Don't know.

She said he's on the rail.

Any day now.

Looks like you boys
finally get to use them badges.

Get to the train station.

If this Spencer Dutton
steps off, put a hole in him.

I'll take my chances
with the old man.

I'm not getting caught
in a gunfight

with some fucking soldier boy
raising an army.

Can I take a few more men?

After you've killed the nephew,
we kill the whole lot of 'em.

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[Jacob] First thing we do
is get badges on that platform.

I'll take Judge, Carl and Spade
to the station.

We're gonna be there
for a while.

We don't know what train
he's coming in on.

He could be coming out
of Denver or Fargo

or Deadwood.

They got a late snow in Fargo.

Those snowdrifts shut
that train down pretty regular.

Yeah. Put the rest on patrol.

Put two at the gate.

We'll let the rest ride
between here and the barn.

You take the house.

What about me?

You take the gate, too.

If there's gonna be a fight,
I need to be in it.

The two most precious
things we have

are sitting right over there.

I'm asking you to protect them.

Yes, sir.

I'd say be careful,
but seems a waste of breath.

I'll be as careful as I can.

Bring him home.

Yeah.

And bring yourself home.

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Promise.

I can't make that promise.

You're gonna make it
or I'm riding with you.

I promise I'll try.

No, no, no. Not good enough.

In 56 years, you've never
broken your word to me.

I don't expect today
to be any different.

Now, promise,
or shall I grab my coat?

[chuckles] I promise.

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♪ ominous music ♪

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[breathing shakily]

Oh, my.
You have been a busy, busy bee.

I did good, huh?

You did very good.

The challenge will be this,
my dear Lindy:

make her enjoy it.

Do you think you can do that?

Can you make her look
past the pain and the fear?

Can you make her body
betray the panic

she feels at this moment?

If she will surrender
her body to you,

then you can make her
do anything.

[breathing heavily]

Like that.

[slaps]

You try.

[breathing heavily]

[Donald]
Yes.

Like that.

[panting]

[knock on door]

Not now.

[servant]
Sir, it's Banner Creighton.

He says it's urgent.

Send him in.

[door opens]

This Lindy was
a real find, Banner.

The kind of find
that manipulates politicians.

She's going to be
incredibly useful

when I'm done teaching her.

Jacob Dutton has a nephew.
War hero.

He was a hunter
for the Crown in Africa.

It seems Jacob sent for him.

One man, Banner?

What can one man do?

Lead other men.

Teach them tactics.

This is why
Jacob has done nothing.

He's been waiting.

Is this nephew here now?

Arrives by train.

Then I suggest you meet him
when he steps off.

-I've men headed there now.
-[Mabel panting]

Did you find our little
sanctuary on the border?

I did.

Put him there,

then put the rest of them
right beside him.

The sheriff's on his side.

And the courts are on mine.

-[hard slapping]
-Your only worry

-is failing to kill them all.
-[grunting]

History isn't a retelling
of events in our past.

History is events
the victorious chose to retell.

We're not subject
to our deeds, Banner.

We decide the deeds,

and our decisions
become the truth.

-[loud slap]
-[Mabel grunting]

-[loud slapping continues]
-[Mabel grunting]

You know,

that's someone's daughter.

That she is.

And if her mother were here...

-[loud slap]
-[Mabel grunts]

...I'd do the same to her.

Close the door
on the way out, please.

-[loud slap]
-[Mabel grunts]

[groans]

Now pleasure.

Now pain.

[breathing heavily]

You see, Lindy?

She doesn't know
the difference anymore.

[sighs]

Can we build a fire?

Here. If you're cold,

-take my blanket.
-No, no. No, for Pete.

So he can find us.

If Pete can see a fire,
so can everyone else.

No wood to burn anyway.

You think he's lost?

I think the sun
went down on him,

so he's staying put
so he doesn't get lost.

He can use the stars.

Stars are different here.

Those are too low in the sky.

And that one.

I don't know that one.

Stars will trick him.

[sighs] Something's wrong.

♪ quiet, tense music ♪

I feel it in my heart.

♪♪♪

Do you feel it?

Tomorrow, we'll follow
his tracks.

[takes deep breath]

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How many my uncle take?

[Jasper]
Three, I think.

Yeah, three.

That ain't enough.

What's he gonna do
with three men

if he gets in a scrape?

I'm gonna try
and catch up to 'em.

If three ain't enough,

I don't know
what four's gonna do.

[Sam]
Them griz are out of their dens.

Watch out you don't run
into one on the road.

I'll let Zane know he took off.

♪♪♪

Don't get bushwhacked
while I'm gone.

I'll do my best.

[Elizabeth]
What are you knitting?

[gasps, sighs]

Good Lord, girl.

Sorry.

You should be asleep.

So should you.

I never sleep when he's gone.

Me, neither.

Jack's fine.
He's just down the road.

What are you knitting?

Oh, I don't know.

Haven't given it much thought.

Well, looks like I've gone
right past a scarf

and I'm approaching
something like a sweater.

Sweater it is. [chuckles]

Seems surreal to me.

What's that, darling?

It's the 20th century.

We have the motorcar
and the airplane,

-movie theaters.
-Mm-hmm.

And yet we have men
guarding our front porch

to prevent other men
from taking it

and killing us in the process.

Yes.

And that won't change,
no matter what man invents next.

Don't let the fancy suits
and the cars fool you.

We're still animals,

and we have much more
in common with the wolf

than we ever will
with the rabbit.

I mean, take
the Ten Commandments.

Shouldn't be
too difficult to follow.

Don't kill, don't lie,
don't steal and don't covet.

And that's the one, Elizabeth,

that will lead you
to commit all the others.

Desiring what another man has--
his land, his money, his wife--

that has led to every atrocity
this world has ever seen.

You watch, Elizabeth,

the human race will covet itself
right out of existence.

God should start over

and make sure
the next version of man

behaves nothing like
the first one.

[footsteps]

Could I trouble you to make us
a cup of tea, darling?

Of course.

What is it, Zane?

Jack rode off to Livingston
to meet up with Jacob.

Who's with him?

He went alone, ma'am.

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Stupid boy.

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[April]
I don't understand.

How long
will they hold the train?

I don't know, ma'am.
Once the storm breaks,

a crew will try
and clear the drift.

How long will that take?

Well, that depends
on the drift, ma'am.

I've seen it take a week.

A week?

Is this drift
east or west of Fargo?

East. The tracks go through
a dip in the valley there.

Gets covered up every year.

Maybe they shouldn't have put
the tracks in the dip.

They were a little more
concerned about Sitting Bull

spotting them than
any snowdrift back then, sir.

Tracks to Livingston clear?

Snow didn't hit there,

but from Big Timber to
Minneapolis, the world is white.

Got an arrival time

-for Livingston?
-Let me see your ticket.

Well, you could switch in Fargo,

or you could take a train
to Billings out of Sioux Falls.

Would it make
much of a difference?

Weather's bad everywhere,
but Fargo's gonna be a mess.

Not one of those trains
is getting out.

I'll book you
through Sioux Falls.

You'll wait a day on the train,

but at least
you'll know when it's coming.

-Thank you.
-You do have

a sleeping car booked, sir.

I-I can't sleep in those things.

Where were you stationed?

Argonne.

What battalion?

The one they lost.

Gonna sit here
if you don't mind.

Don't mind at all.

[Alex]
And then the captain

had him removed from the ship,

loaded onto a dinghy

and paddled
to the harbor in Marseille.

♪ pensive music ♪

How... how did you know
where to go?

I have letters from his aunt.

The address is on the postmark.

Or, at least, the address
to the post office is.

But the man is in Marseille.

Mm.

I doubt he stayed a night there.

His family needs him,

and he knows I'm coming.

Knows how?

I shouted from
the starboard side of the stern

that I would
meet him in Montana.

Shouted it from the stern. Paul.

That's the most fantastic
thing I've ever heard.

I'm tempted to drive you to
the home of Edgar Rice Burroughs

this moment
and force him at gunpoint

to write down every word
just as you told it.

[chuckles]

Well, sadly...

...there is much of the story
that's unwritten.

Seems a snowdrift
has thwarted me this time.

I've overcome everything else,

but these acts of God
are annoyingly effective.

♪♪♪

Perhaps I can offer a solution.

Do you have an airplane?

[Paul chuckles]

I don't.

But I do have a car.

You have a car.

I have a car.

I don't know how to drive.

I also have the ability
to drive the machine.

Yes, Paul. Let's do it.

[chuckles softly]

You would do that for me?

I can think of very little
I wouldn't do

to be some small part
of this odyssey

that you find yourself on.

[chuckles]

We must plan.

[takes deep breath]

Right, north to Saint Paul.

Avoiding North Dakota,

we go west to Pierre,
then up through Buffalo.

Yes, there's a small town
in South Dakota called Buffalo,

even though
there's no such thing

as buffalo in the United States.

They're called bison.

Bison is a terrible name
for a town.

Better they call it Buffalo.

From there, Miles City.

Uh, Big Timber, then Livingston,

and down to...

What's the town in Montana?

The postmark is in Emigrant.

Ah. Here it is.

-How far?
-Hmm.

[Paul muttering indistinctly]

Six hundred, so 400,
give and take, 300...

[continues muttering
indistinctly]

Roughly 1,500 miles.

Three days by car,
if we limit our stops.

Paul, you can't drive
for three days straight.

Once we're out of the city,
I'll begin driving lessons.

You'll be experts by the time
we reach the Rockies.

[Alex chuckles]

Oh, this is terribly exciting.

We must pack.

Warm coats, heavy scarves.

Food, water.

All our provisions.

[liquor pouring]

We journey
the path of the pioneers

in the name of lost love
soon to be found.

[both chuckle]

Thank you.

♪ hopeful music ♪

♪♪♪

♪ gentle, atmospheric music ♪

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Hey, hey, hey!

I'm in no mood
to get shot, Bill.

What's the train schedule?

There's a passenger train
coming in at noon.

From Billings.
He ain't gonna be on that.

There's a train coming in from
Fargo, but that's been held up

'cause a big snowdrift
shut the line down.

Best guess is he comes in from
Deadwood day after tomorrow.

Any way to reach the conductor?

When dispatch gets here,
we can send a wire,

but not sure we want to do that

'cause it'll tell the world
exactly when he gets in.

You seen any of Banner's goons?

No. So far, it's just us.

What a terrible place
for a gunfight.

Yeah. It's gonna be worse
when it fills up with travelers.

♪ quiet, tense music ♪

♪♪♪

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They're gonna use
the crowd outside.

Take him there.

Make off in the chaos.

What makes you think that?

That's what I'd do.

How many men you got?

Three men plus me.

But I sent word to have
agents from town come on out.

I guess we're just
gonna be sitting here

for the next three days.

Lucky for us, the Murray
is right across the street.

[scoffs] Yeah.

I need you sitting in a bar
for three days

like I need the doctor
picking at my hemorrhoid

with a fish hook.

That was a little
too descriptive

for first thing
in the morning, Bill.

I'm gonna scare me up
some coffee.

-You want some?
-Please.

[horse whinnying in distance]

Whoa.

♪ tense music ♪

[clicks tongue, smacks lips]

♪♪♪

Step out of them trees there.

We're agents of
the Livestock Commission.

Out of them trees
where we can see you.

[clicks tongue]

Headed to the train depot?

We are. You?

The same.

He your brother then,
this Spencer?

My father's brother.

[Alec] Everyone acts like
he's something special.

[chuckles]

With a gun in his hand,
there's no one better.

That a fact?

Well, I'm a close second.

You don't say.

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[breathing weakly]

If you're a close second,

I'm not much worried
about the first.

♪ somber music ♪

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You heard what Banner said.

Kill this Spencer,
then the rest of them.

May as well get a head start.

Hee!

♪ quiet, somber music ♪

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[panting]

Hee!

[Teonna crying]

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♪ hopeful music ♪

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-[dialogue inaudible]

[gasping, yelling]

[engine grinding]

-♪♪♪
-[dialogue inaudible]

♪ uplifting, dramatic music ♪

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We seem to have hit
a spot of weather.

Where are we?

[Paul]
Wyoming.

Is there a town ahead?

The booming metropolis
of Buffalo.

Fifteen miles.

♪ gentle music ♪

♪♪♪

[indistinct chatter]

[wind whistling]

What on earth are they doing?

So you don't slide off the road.

Where are you headed?

Emigrant, Montana.

-In a car?
-Mm.

How you gonna do that?

We've made it this far.

[chuckles softly]

Take the train from Sheridan.

Car won't make it.

Are there no roads?

Yeah, there are roads,
just no more of these.

♪ quiet, tense music ♪

♪♪♪

He's ready.

Let's go.

[panting]

They'll see it.

There's no one left to see it.

I don't see the point.

Life hasn't shown me many
reasons to keep fighting for it.

♪ somber music ♪

♪♪♪

I'll tell you the reason.

If you don't live...

...someday they won't remember
we were even here.

This world will need us someday.

When white men concrete
the whole world...

...and the world revolts,

man won't know how to live
with the land then.

She will need some of us
to teach them.

Why teach them anything?

They're the ones destroying it.

♪ ominous music ♪

♪♪♪

[wind howling]

♪ suspenseful music ♪

♪♪♪

[blowing sharply]

It will be warmer
on the floorboard.

Hillary, take a blanket.

Keep the blanket.
You're pregnant.

It's freezing.

We live in Chicago, dear.

We're used to freezing.

We'll warm ourselves
like the Irish.

[exhales sharply]

[shuddering breaths]

♪♪♪

[shuddering breaths]

Quite the adventure.

Quite, indeed.

♪♪♪

♪ quiet, tense music ♪

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-[gunshots]
-[grunts]

[panicked breathing]

[shushing]

And...

and I am the light.

[gasping]

I commend you, dear sister,
to Almighty God,

and I entrust you
to your Creator.

May you return to him

who formed you
from the dust of the earth.

May the Holy Mary and the angels
and all the saints...

...meet you as you go forth
from this life.

May Christ,
who was crucified for you,

give you freedom and peace.

[sobbing]

Repeat after me, my child:
"Dear God,

I beg forgiveness for my sins
with all my heart."

Repeat it, child.

Repeat it!

I will not.

I am trying to save your soul

and to free you
from eternal perdition!

I'm not sorry.

You be sorry.

You beg for forgiveness.

You beg.

-You are renouncing salvation!
-I renounce it!

♪ ominous music ♪

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[crying]

Then to the devil with you.

-[gun clicking]
-[gasping]

[shouts]

[screaming]

[groaning]

♪ intense, dramatic music ♪

♪♪♪

[pained groaning]

♪ mournful music ♪

♪♪♪

[panting]

[sobbing]

[screams]

First time in the mountains?

First time in a long time.

Odd this weather.
It's the middle of spring.

-[bell ringing]
-[ticket agent] Now boarding.

Deadwood, Sheridan, Billings
and all points west.

All aboard.

You know what they say.

There's only three seasons
in the Rockies:

July, August and winter.

[train whistle blasting]

♪ tense, dramatic music ♪

♪♪♪

[shivering]

[gasping]

[wind howling]

[breathing shakily]

[voice shaking]
Wh-Where did he go?

Hillary, where did he...

♪ jarring, tense music ♪

♪♪♪

[gasping]

[panting]

[wind whistling]

[gasping breaths]

[Elsa]
Man destroys everything.

He has been at war
with this world

since he first entered it.

War with its trees.

War with its weather.

So is everything else.

If it was up to the wolves,

it would be wolves
and nothing else.

Same goes for the bear
and the snake and the spider.

Trees grow tall to rob sunlight
from all beneath it.

Nothing coexists.

Life is a constant state
of battle for survival.

And only one thing
rings victorious:

the world itself.

Earth is not a benign rock
condemned to endure

countless little rapes
from its inhabitants.

It is a living, evolving,
interactive being

capable of wiping all existence

by the simplest of wobbles
on its axis.

There have been five
mass extinctions on this planet

where almost all life
was eradicated,

its occupiers cleansed
from this place.

It only stands to reason
that a sixth one is coming.

♪ somber music ♪

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