All language subtitles for 1923 S02E02 The Rapist is Winter

Don't kill yourself

racing back to me in a blizzard.

I will not allow

today to be the last
time I see your face.

I belong with my husband.

You're pregnant?

- Why you go home?
- Family needs me.

They're in danger.

I am looking for a
Crow Indian girl,

16 years old.

- Can I help you?
- You're under arrest

for violating Montana's
statute against miscegenation.

Hey!

No, no!

How much trouble are they in?

Well, the marriage is void.

It's that fucking Whitfield.

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

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.

Only fire has a more
disruptive effect

upon the order of the
forest than a blizzard.

Whole herds of cattle

and buffalo and elk will
wander maddening circles

until the snowdrifts cover them
and they are frozen in place.

The blizzard drives man and
animal both mad with hunger

and cold and the disorienting
nature of no sun or moon,

which is to say no direction,

no compass to guide
movement or reason.

You're not using the house.

Better I'm with my
family in the winter.

Logic would suggest
moving the family to town

rather than you to the family

in a sod house frozen with snow.

I don't trust town.

Don't trust that sheriff either.

Sits too deep in
Dutton's pocket.

I suppose someone must
watch after the flock.

Too much folly for
a boy and a woman.

Got no flock anymore.

They got flukes.

Killed them all.

Look at all you sacrificed

and suffered

to protect sheep.

You killed men and
almost died yourself.

And all it took was a worm

to destroy everything
you fought for.

Livestock isn't a
business, Banner.

It's the toil of peasants.

It should be left to them.

You are no peasant. Not anymore.

Snow should begin
melting next month.

We'll dig another shaft.

Worms...

don't kill gold.

It's immune to
drought and to winter,

and its demand is endless.

That is a business.

Stop the car.

What the hell are they doing?

Some of the Norwegian
miners asked

if they could ski the mountain.

I didn't see the harm in it,

at least not for us.

I figured if they want
to kill themselves

on the side of a
mountain, so be it.

You must take me to them.

Now!

Banner, hurry!

I don't see the hurry.

It's just a bunch of drunk
blokes teasing death.

You don't see the hurry because
you don't have vision, Banner.

Get in the car.
I'll show you some.

It's close enough.

Let's go have a word
with that judge.

Well, you know him, Jake.
That could go two ways.

Well, it could go
two ways out here.

Well, what do you
want me to do?

Stay here and don't
start any fights.

We'll be back.

Yeah.

Sheriff McDowell

and Commissioner
Dutton here to see you.

- Show 'em in.
- Yes, sir.

- Gentlemen.
- Thank you.

Morning, gentlemen.

There's some coffee
here if you want some.

No, thank you, Roy.

I'll have some.

Thought gunfighters
didn't drink coffee.

Makes their hand too shaky.

I try not to shoot
at men so far away

that the shake matters.

Ca-Can't ever tell
when he's joking.

He's not joking.

What can I do for you?

People v. Davis.

I don't have that on my docket.

Woman in holding
for miscegenation.

Ah. You mean Asami Ashikaga.

Alice Davis is the falsified
name on the marriage license.

She's married to my wagon boss.

She's not married at all.

State doesn't recognize
their marriage.

They enter a plea
at the arraignment?

There's no plea.

She was cohabitating
with a Caucasian man.

Has two children with the
man and a marriage license.

She's guilty.

Only thing to decide
is the sentence.

And what did you decide?

It's a quandary, Jake.
Haven't figured it out yet.

If I send the flapper to
prison, then the children stay

in an orphanage at
the state's expense.

And if I deport her, they still
stay at the state's expense

because those mongrels
were born here.

They're U.S. citizens.

Husband is invalid at
the county hospital.

Again, at the state's expense.

Well, I can solve your quandary.

Why don't you just remit
them to my custody?

All of 'em.

Won't cost the state a dime.

- All of them?
- The flapper,

the mongrels,

the invalid, the whole bunch.

What of their flophouse in town?

They'll live at the ranch.

And stay there? Yes?

I'm quite sure they've
had their fill of town.

In that case,
they'll be sentenced

to supervised probation
in your custody.

To be seen in public

in the county together is a
violation of their probation

and will result in
their immediate transfer

- to the county jail.
- Understood.

Provided they identify the
offending priest to the court.

The signature is
conveniently illegible.

Well, it sounds like you
need a handwriting expert.

Can't release her till
I have his identity.

You've known me for
a long time, Roy.

This is about as far
as I care to be pushed.

Threatening a judge, Jake?

Threats have a
level of uncertainty

that comes with them.

I don't make the
laws of this land.

I preside over the consequences
of their violation.

You're married to a Crow woman.

Two states over, that
law applies to you,

and you're the one being judged.

Guess it's a good thing
I live in Montana.

Oh, my.

Put that back.

We'll tell you the
name of the preacher

when you give us the name
of your liquor contact.

How does that sound?

You know, Roy, maybe we ought
to wander on over to my office

and... have a little
chat about this.

This is blackmail.

Hmm.

What do I care about
some mongrel family?

You think you won something?

You haven't won a thing.

There ain't no winner
among us on this deal, Roy.

Not one.

No! No!

Damn things are
everywhere this winter.

He get you good?

People shouldn't be
here in the winter!

Most ain't. The livestock
don't feed themselves.

The only thing getting fed
around here is the wolves.

Let me grab you a buggy.
I'll get you to the house.

Wishful thinking.

An icebox in the house.

What a day that will be.

- What happened?
- Wolf bit her.

He was in the chicken coop.

Let's get her inside.

Go.

Spade, run. Fetch Dr. Miller.

It's not that bad.

A wolf moving about
folks during the day

is either wounded or rabid.

He didn't move like
he was wounded.

Killed every chicken we got.

What are you doing
still standing here?

If the thing is rabid,
you're racing time.

Storm's coming, ma'am.
It looks to be a bad one.

All the more reason to hurry.

Let's have a look at it.

Does it hurt?

Mm-hmm. Hurts when you do that.

Here.

Here.

That hurts.

I swear, girl.

Mother of God, if it
weren't for bad luck,

you'd have none at all.

I suppose the good Lord
decided giving you that face

was all the favors
you were getting.

He can have the face
back if it keeps me

from getting shot at
and bit by wolves,

everything else
He's thrown at me.

I think that face is worth
the trouble, darling.

Oh. Uh, apologies, sir.

Uh, w-we were told
it's okay, um...

- We meant no harm.
- Explain it to me.

Skiing. Explain it.

Oh, um...

W-We, uh, we learned
in-in the army.

How do you do it?

Oh. Oh, well, um...

You stand and, uh, lean
forward, you bend at the knee.

Then you control your speed
by going side to side.

Keep the uphill edge of
your ski into the snow.

It's the closest thing
to flying a man can feel.

Is it difficult to learn?

You spend the first couple
of days, uh, on your ass,

but... after that, it's...

Our body figures out the motion,

and it's easy, it's like
riding a horse or a bike.

But I can teach
you, if you want.

I don't have the patience for
two days on my ass, thank you.

Can children learn it?

Oh, children pick
it up the quickest.

I think, um, I think
most everyone can do it.

My grandma does it.

Well...

...if you change your mind, sir,
I'm, I'm happy to teach you.

Seems a silly way to
waste the day to me.

Does it now?

How many gunfights you been in?

My fair share.

How many bar fights?

More than I can count.

And after, how did you feel?

Alive, which was the goal.

But you liked it.

Tell the truth.

You liked the danger of it.

It gets your blood up, aye.

Aye.

Well, your rancher aside,

it's a rich man's world now.

And everyone gets a taste.

The paper man, the
tradesman, the car salesman,

the doctor, the lawyer.

The one thing you
cannot buy in a store

is the euphoria of peril,

the exhilaration of danger.

I can sell that.

For a fortune.

Whoa, whoa.

Not sure we can beat
this back to the ranch.

Well, I don't want to risk
another night in town.

I'll take my chances
on the storm.

Should have brought
the covered wagon.

It's gonna be a hard trip
on Alice and the kids.

After what they've been through,

I'm sure they won't mind
the trip one little bit.

Zane, we're taking
your family home.

They've been released. You, too.

A bed's my only future.

I can't stand for
more than a minute

before God sticks
a knife in my brain

and I'm throwing up my guts.

They have anybody
to look you over?

Doctor, surgeon? Anybody?

They ain't had no
one look me over.

Well, we'll get you out of here.

I can't walk.

Go to the sheriff
and get the family.

Come on back here, we'll
load up Zane and...

get him home.

We'll get you fixed
up in no time.

You'll see.

Town's always left us alone.

Don't know why they care now.

'Cause Whitfield
told 'em to care.

Chopping us down one by one.

Come spring...

...gonna do some
chopping of our own.

If there's any of us left.

It must have been quite
the hunt you were on.

Took all night.

I don't see any meat.

We fell asleep by the river.

I hate it when that happens.

We ran into a cowboy yesterday.
Thought it was best to stay put.

A cowboy?

Looking for strays.

He said this isn't
a rez. It's a ranch.

This is where Quanah Parker

lost the cavalry every
time they chased him.

Right here.

This is his homeland.

Ain't his homeland anymore.

Cowboy said Quanah's people

moved a hundred miles
north and to the east.

He didn't seem to
mind we was here.

He said we was welcome.

Cowboys don't own land.

Ranchers own land.

I doubt this rancher
would welcome us.

We should move.

I like it here.

We should move.

What makes the
Comanche reservation

any different than ours?

They got schools there, too.

And priests. And police.

Maybe we take our
chances with the cowboys.

Maybe we help them
look for strays

in exchange for staying.

One man looking has bad
odds of finding any.

Maybe.

Maybe.

I'll pick up his
tracks on the river.

I'll find his camp.

And I'll see if I
can find his rancher.

Stay hidden until I get back.

Yes.

Understood.

I-I'll let the marshal
know. Thank you.

Uh, can I help you, gentlemen?

Marshal Kent. I need to
speak with the marshal

assigned to this post.

One moment.

Follow me, please.

Have a seat, gentlemen.

Where are you in from?

Montana.

It's a long way from home.

Montana is my post.
It is not my home.

Is there a marshal present
who does fieldwork?

Just the one you're looking at.

You patrol this territory,

serving warrants,
making arrests?

Why do I find that
hard to believe?

'Cause you're a bigot

living in the wrong
century, Marshal.

I doubt you traveled
from Montana to question

my ability to serve this badge.

You need something.

And if you have any
hopes of getting it,

you'll ask for it now, before
I throw you out of my office.

You mind that mouth,
woman, before...

Mademoiselle.

We seek

a murderer who we
believe has fled

to the Comanche Nation.

Which one?

Murder?

Mm-hmm. At least five.

- Quite the savage.
- Two nuns...

...and three priests.

Seems hard to believe,
looking at her.

The child's guilt

is not in question.

She stabbed the nuns

in their sleep. She
shotgunned the priests

when she joined
up with her gang.

- Gang?
- Renegades

from the Crow Agency.

You take this to
Esther in the front.

She's an accomplished
sketch artist.

We can print your posters.

We'll start putting 'em out.

Comanche only respect that
badge if it respects them back.

Many a marshal's found their way

into a pine box
learning that lesson.

Tread lightly, Marshal.

This is not Montana.

Clearly.

I need a sketch of this girl.

This one.

We must carry these ashore.

Load these on the dolly.

Take these.

Come with us.

Cugino.

Okay.

Luca says, uh,
you like to fight.

I wouldn't say that.

What would you say, then?

I guess I'd say

I keep running into people
looking for trouble.

And they all think
trouble is me.

I suffer the same predicament.

But he also say
you saved his life.

Yeah, well,

he ran into one of those people.

Know what I mean?

Everywhere, those people.

Yes, they are.

You did a good thing.

He was worth saving.

Tonight we celebrate you.

Sì, signore.

Hungry?

I could eat.

With me.

When he's done eating,

take him to the Galvez.

What is that?

Mm.

Mm-hmm.

Oh, no, no, no, no. Mm.

Capisce?

Mmm.

I need a telegraph office.

Hotel has phones.

Phone won't do me any good.

I need a telegraph office.

You can send a wire
from the hotel.

I'm ready.

Finish your meal.
There is no rush.

There's no rush for you.

For me everything's a rush.

Andiamo.

Thank you.

- Where's the train station?
- Mainland.

How far is the walk?

Signore Maceo said to
escort you to the room

and then to the Hollywood.

When Signore Maceo asks
you to do something,

you must do exactly
the thing that he asks.

I already ate. I don't
need another meal.

You had lunch. The
Hollywood is for dinner.

Signore Maceo is showing
you great hospitality.

To refuse him is an insult.

You're lucky he wants you alive.

Who's looking for
trouble now, hmm?

I gave you food,

the finest suite in the
finest hotel in the city.

Had planned for you
a splendid night

only to show you gratitude.

Look how you repay
my hospitality.

I never asked for it
and I don't want it.

I am needed in Montana.

My family is in danger.

My wife is lost to me.

And I don't have
time for hospitality.

Yes.

The lion hunter
who leaves Africa

for America to hunt men instead.

For your family, huh?

That's what Luca says.

It's a war over land.

My family's land.

And they're losing it.

I know that war.

My family already lost it.

Still we have a
problem, you and me.

You showed me disrespect.

And disrespect is contagious

if not dealt in the
moment it appears.

So you must go away.

Seems that you wish that anyway.

Angelo seemed to be

worried about trusting you.

If I was Angelo,

I wouldn't trust you either,

judging by his face.

But a man with a cause
can always be trusted

to do the very thing
that helps his cause.

I'm going to give
that thing to you.

You think you have
time to discuss that?

Yeah, I got time for that.

I can't see a thing!

Take it to the pines!

Get moving, boys.

Whoa.

We gonna picket the horses?

Asses to the wind.

We got to flip the wagon!

Ready?

Get under it.

Get everybody under the wagon.

They're gonna be froze to death
by the time this storm passes.

Zane's family can't
make the walk.

Neither can Zane.

I worry they're
walking either way.

They'll just go to lower
ground to get out of this.

We'll just follow their tracks.

What tracks?

Okay, here's where we all

get to know each
other real good.

Snuggle up, shoulder
to shoulder.

Apologies for tracking
in half the storm, Cara.

Snow on the floor doesn't
concern me, Dr. Miller.

Hi.

Ooh.

- Got you pretty good.
- Ah! Yeah.

I worry the wolf was rabid,

was moving about during
the day. No fear of man.

More likely a young wolf run
off from the pack and starving,

but, um, we'll take no chances.

Wh-Where does that go?

Well, it goes right
in your belly.

We need to do this 12 times
over the next ten days.

I'm afraid this storm
has made us houseguests

for the evening, Mrs. Dutton, so

I'll give her another
shot in the morning

and leave you with a vaccine
to administer the next ten.

Now, if you'll lift
your dress, please.

No, no, you're not putting
that in my stomach.

I'll take my chances
with the rabies.

There are no
chances with rabies.

It is fatal every time.

But you don't even
know if it was rabid.

It's a chance we can't take.

Uh, I said no.

Hold her.

No! I said...

Let go of me! No!

No! Stop!

- I said no!
- Spade...

- Let go of me!
- Sorry, ma'am.

It's for your own good.

Let go of my legs!

No! No!

No. No.

I said no.

I know it hurts.

But it beats the alternative.

I'll get a room made
up for you, Dr. Miller.

Would you mind sharing with me?

Oh, don't trouble yourself.

I'm fine on the sofa.

I'll get some blankets.

Mr. Dutton isn't here?

No, he went to town.

Hope he had the
sense to stay there.

So do I.

This is too much.

It's too much.

I love him, but
this isn't living.

This is surviving.

Barely at that.

Winter is always hard.

And this one has been
harder than most.

But then the spring comes.

And there is nothing so splendid

as the mountains in the spring.

Wait. Wait till you see it.

I won't be here to see it.

When the storm passes,
I'm going home.

Whiskey, if you please.

Leave it to the Scots to ride
out the storm in a saloon.

I don't need some Dutton
seeing us together.

You with that badge
on your chest.

No Duttons in town to see us.

No one in here to see us at all.

Except the bartender.

That memory fades with a tip.

You a religious man?

No less than the next, I guess.

I've called on
Him when I needed.

Still breathing, so
I guess He listened.

You?

I believe...

I'm a sinner who will never
see the gates of heaven.

But I believe they exist.

Whitfield can look at a mountain

and see the gold deep inside it.

He saw those Vikings sliding
down the mountainside

like otters making
fools of themselves...

and he sees a business in it,

sees a fortune in it.

A man of vision.

There's no vision.

He sees through us.

Sees the greed in our hearts.

I've never met a
man who scares me.

Not once in my life, until now.

The man scares me, Clyde.

He fucking scares me to death.

"Republicans plan to introduce

the Indian Citizenship
Act to Congress.

The law would grant
citizenship to all Indians

born in the territorial
United States."

Why the fuck would they do that?

It is the inevitable result
of their assimilation.

What?

Well...

...if we wish them to
abandon their pagan ways,

we must offer the
reward of equality.

But you want Indians to
vote, marry our women?

Oh, they're your
women, all of them?

- To choose their own fate...
- Don't feed me your bullshit,

Father, I've seen the
graveyard in your backyard.

I know what you
think of Indians.

You know what I think
of Indians who resist

their own evolution, but...

...to those who accept
it I show only love.

You don't see
the danger in it?

No, I see no danger in it.

So I suppose you'd just let
Black men marry white women.

Well, they do so in France, and
it has caused no calamities.

You can marry outside
your race in France?

Well, the south of France was
ruled by Black men at one time,

as was Spain and Italy.

Black men ruled Europe?

For 800 years.

Part of that empire
still exists today.

It's called Andalusia,

and it truly has
some of the most...

magnificent architecture
in the world.

It's true.

Oh, Jesus.

- Father!
- What?

Get up, get the fuck up!

They're gonna try
to draw us out,

and then they'll charge.

We wait until they do.

I am a man of the cloth.

I'd say these sons of bitches
are resisting evolution, Father.

Now take the fucking gun.

Take the fucking gun.

Now.

Don't worry, Father.

The penitent man shall pass.

All you got to do...

...is ask for forgiveness.

Dear Spencer,

I have begun my
journey to find you.

To bring you the life
growing inside me,

the child that shall
bear your name.

I thirst for the moment
I look in your eyes

and you pull me close

and we make another and another,

a little army of us.

This is the dream
that fuels me to you.

It is my only thought,
my only desire.

Your eyes upon me,
your arms around me,

and our bodies pressed
together as if they are one.

An adventure this will be.

Stick to the roads

marked on the maps.

Those are the only
roads I control.

Send Luca back on the train.

Truck is yours if
you can make it.

I know what it's like
to lose your home.

Maybe now you can get
back in time to save it.

For the police
who can be bribed.

And for the police... who can't.

Get my whiskey to Fort Worth.

Luca comes back with the money,

we shake hands
next time we meet.

Hell is described
as rivers of fire

and canyons of coal and ash.

Perhaps it is taught that way

because the people of Palestine
and Israel cannot comprehend

the merciless, loveless
nature of cold.

To the mountain people,
hell is a river frozen

with canyon walls of ice

and bitter air that ruptures
lungs and rapes your sanity.

Hell is winter,

and winter is here
to ravage all of us.