All language subtitles for 1923 - 2x05 - Only Gunshots to Guide Us.WEB.AMZN.en

This ranch is under attack.

Our whole way of life
is under attack.

They hurt you to hurt us.

dramatic music

[girl]
You got to pay the tax.

[Spencer]
What tax is that?

The train tax.

[Donald] It's a county
with a population of zero.

There is no judge,
there is no sheriff.

Which is to say
there is no crime.

Would you be so kind as to

- take this with you?
- What, and just leave her there?

Consider it practice.

I was robbed.

What did he take?

He took everything.

[Teonna]
What is this place?

Ain't never seen a rodeo?

[hoofbeats trampling]

- [cattle lowing]
- [cowboys exclaiming, whistling]

What fresh hell is this?

pastoral music

Hyah!

[indistinct chatter]

And you're saying
this little girl did what?

- Murder.
- Murder.

Five times and counting.

This little girl?

You see a girl.

- Heard of Darwin?
- Yeah,

I've heard of that
quack son of a bitch.

Thinks we all came from apes.

Well, if we did,
this girl's the bridge.

Bridge between
our animal ancestors

and modern humanity.

Hidden away
in an undiscovered land

for thousands of years,

stunted in their current state

'cause there was
no need to evolve.

They lived in harmony
with their environment.

But that environment
is ours now.

We've given them
every opportunity

to embrace the modern age.

Some of 'em choose that path.

They choose to become
modern men,

but there's some, like this one,

who choose to remain an animal.

Like the wolf.

They lust only for the kill.

And like the wolf,

they must be erased
from this planet.

I'd like to help you.

I haven't seen her.

You haven't seen her?

Nope.

Well, your cowboy
says that she rode

with you for three days
with two others.

Well, that cowboy's wrong.

Says he hadn't seen her.

Who'd you see?

I mean, it's dusty
out on the trail.

Everybody's got wild rags,
hats pulled low.

Hard to see your hand
with all the dust and flies.

[Kent] Hear she killed
two nuns in their sleep?

In their sleep.

Lives dedicated
to the word of God

and it's the devil
who snatched their souls.

Well, no offense, mister,

but I don't know you
to trust you.

Bring that priest in here,
let me hear it from him.

Step inside.

I will not set foot
in that place.

Got a witness
says he'll only talk to you.

Well, then,
have him come out to me.

What's the matter, Father,

your faith too weak to withstand
five minutes in a saloon?

[mutters]

Marshal says this little girl
killed two nuns in their sleep.

She did.

What for?

What for?

- Why?
- I don't know why.

Because sh... she is evil.

And evil does not need a reason.

somber music

We found 'em back in the canyon.

They helped us gather the herd

and push 'em into the yard here.

But I don't know
where they went after that.

Show me where.

[Anders]
We penned 'em here.

Made camp over there.
You see the wagon?

I don't see any cattle.

Shipped 'em out this morning.

Then took the road back to town?

[kisses]

Any of your cowboys head north?

Not that I know of.

Them ain't my cowboys.

Them horses is barefoot.

They went north.

[Anders]
If they're trying to stay hid,

they went the wrong direction.

There ain't a tree
within a thousand miles.

You can see an anthill
from the horizon,

it's so damn flat.

You don't know that country,

you're gonna
wander around in circles.

Yeah, they wouldn't know that.

They're gonna
learn it soon enough.

[Kent]
Keep up, Father.

We got 'em. Hyah!

Hyah!

majestic orchestral music

pulsing music

Horses need to rest.

They need water
more than they need rest.

They need both.

[Teonna]
We're going the wrong way.

Mexico's behind us.

So are the posters.

We go north,

then west to New Mexico,
then south.

I should go look for water.

We can't split up out here.

We don't know this land.

Marshals are looking
for three riders,

Not one.

Nobody's looking for me.

- Hmm.
- Nobody knows what I look like

here even if they were.

If you can't find water close,
come back.

Won't be gone long.

[in native language]
Promise.

I promise.

What do we think we're doing?

Everywhere is America.

Everywhere used to be
our country.

Not one of us ever escaped.

Chief Joseph couldn't.

Geronimo couldn't.

How can we do it?

They could have escaped.

They wouldn't leave
their people behind.

We'll make it
because we're out of people

to leave behind,

'cause we're the last ones
still fighting.

[gun cocks]

How about you slide that
over to me?

...375?

...416 Rigby.
[grunts softly]

And what the hell
do you shoot with this?

Depends on how bad of a day
you're having.

Not much it can't
send backwards.

What animal do this?

Leopard.

I don't know leopard.

Like a mountain lion but bigger.

With spots.

Like a jaguar.

You know jaguar?

It attacked you?

And you still here.

How you do that?

I killed it.

You're pretty far from anything
and I don't see a horse.

Hopped a train.

[chuckles softly]
Picked a poor spot to get off.

Folks in the car
didn't give me much choice.

You see any other lawmen
come through here?

With a priest?

[Patterson] What about
an Indian girl, about 16,

traveling with two men?

You're the only people
I've seen.

Where you headed?

- Montana.
- Montana.

That's where
the lawmen are from.

And the priest
and the Indian girl.

Sure are lot of folks
from Montana

wandering around West Texas.

And we don't
get coincidences out here.

Let's go.

- Go where?
- [Mamie] Amarillo.

See if we can figure out
who or what you're hiding from.

I'm not hiding from anything.
I'm trying to get home.

Well, if that's the truth,
your train ticket's on us.

[Mamie] All you're gonna do
out here is die.

You're 30 miles from water.

If you ain't a fugitive,
this is the luckiest thing

that's ever happened to you.

Pretty lucky
if you are a fugitive.

pensive music

- [knocking]
- [porter] Dinner service.

Thank God.

Thank you.

We'll share the stew.

Sir?

You only brought dinner for one.

She's the only one with food
service in the car, ma'am.

Dinner can be purchased
in the dining car, miss.

Good sir?

I...

I was robbed inside
the terminal in New York.

I've no money
to purchase dinner with.

Could I...

Could I add the service now
and pay at the next station?

If you have no money now,

what will be different
at the next station?

I can send a wire.

Have money transferred
to a bank in Chicago...

[chuckles softly]
Thought I heard it all.

Sir.

I'm begging you.

It's been days since I ate.

Come with me.

[quiet chatter]

Quite the story.

The kind it's hard
for one to believe.

No one wishes it were false
more than me, sir,

I assure you.

Yes, I can see that.

We've heard it all
from the back of the train,

as you can imagine.

But I can't have you starve.

I would prefer you didn't.
[chuckles softly]

But I can't just give it to you.

It's not my place
to be charitable

with the Union Pacific's goods.

If you're willing
to work off the meals,

we'll keep you fed.

Thank you.

[train horn blows]

Excuse me.
We're done.

Tea?

Do you see all these Americans
drinking coffee

in the evening, Paul?
Coffee.

[Paul]
Pay them no mind, dear.

- Barbarians, the lot of them.
- Mm.

Oh, your skin.
Paul, look at her skin.

What of it?

Oh, you're blessed
to have such skin, girl.

Minus the shiner, of course.
[short chuckle]

These American women love
their men untamed.

I suppose it has its uses.

Oh, will you
bring us some biscuits?

You know what I mean
when I say "biscuit"?

I do not mean the flavorless mix

of flour and baking soda
served with dinner.

She means a cookie.

Yes. A cookie.

Bring us a cookie.

I swear, Americans have reduced
the king's tongue

to the gibberish of infants.
"Cookies."

Miss.

Good God!

[Alex]
Apologies, sir.

What about me?

I... I didn't spill it.

tense music

Rub there.

[grunts]

Why don't you bring me
something sweet?

Is this mine to keep?

If you don't tell him about it,
it's yours.

Mm.

Soak it in the stew.
It'll be soft soon enough.

slow, somber music

[latch clicks softly]

[knocking on door]

What the hell?

We serve breakfast at 7:00.

Be there at 6:00.

Manager says to wear these

or you'll have no feet
left to stand on.

[door closes]

[sniffles quietly]

[exhales]

[urine tinkling]

[Mary]
You're a rich girl. Or you were.

Not too rich anymore, though.

Now you know what it's like.

- I wasn't in need of a lesson.
- Sure you were.

No royal family here, lady.

In America, you got to make it,

marry it or steal it.

You ain't cut out for hard work.

Bit too pure to steal,

I think, but...

with that face,

maybe you can marry it,
if you're lucky.

- I'm already married.
- Look how well he keeps you.

Like I said, I was robbed.

By a miserable excuse for a man

who clearly embraces
one of your pathways to success.

[sniffles]

What's he do, then,
this husband?

His family runs a ranch.

Cattle?

Be careful with cowboys, love.

Treat their horses better
than their ladies.

Guess you're gonna learn
to work after all.

With all due respect,

you don't look like someone
who should be giving advice.

Not giving advice,
just explaining the world

you now find yourself in.

I hope you booked
return passage.

I don't think you have
the grit for this place.

- But you do?
- I don't do things

for me anymore.

Doesn't matter if I have it.

Only matters if they have it.

Y-You'll become
a mother one day.

You'll see.

Mothers can endure anything.

[Elsa]
Mothers can endure anything.

A child's first act
on this planet

is to tear his mother in two.

Rip her apart from the inside.

What emerges is a life
completely dependent on her.

For food, warmth,

comfort, protection.

The child will speak a language

devised solely of wails
and murmurs

and furrowed brows

and the mother understands
this language

the instant it is spoken.

The mother is consumed
and driven by a love

that is indescribable to those

who have not experienced it.

It is not the butterflies
of infatuation.

It is the instinct of love.

slow, somber music

[Mary]
They feed you at the end

of your shift, then?

They do.

If you think of it,

grab some bread for my boys?

- You paid for meals.
- I paid what I could.

And what I could pay
was for one meal.

I'll see what I can get.

[Hillary] Anything interesting
in the news?

This was yesterday's news, dear.

Nothing interesting
happened yesterday?

- [sighs]
- [clears throat]

"The supporters
of Adolfo de la Huerta

surrendered across Mexico,"

ending a revolution
I was unaware took place.

- That's nice.
- The franc dropped

to 91 francs to the pound. Oof.

Explain to me, Paul,

- the war's been over for years.
- Mm-hmm.

How has everyone managed
to recover but the French?

[Alex] 'Cause the French
are the only nation paying loans

by taking more loans

then paying those loans
by printing more money.

A cocktail napkin
has more intrinsic value

than their franc.

[gasps]
I'm terribly sorry.

[chuckles] No need to be sorry,
you're exactly right.

Oxfordshire.
Am I right?

Working your way
across the wilds of America,

much to your parents' chagrin,

- no doubt.
- [chuckles]

No doubt indeed, ma'am.

[Paul]
I admire your spirit.

[low] Don't let the entire
adventure be wasted on work.

Thank you, sir.

slow, atmospheric music

- Tea?
- I think no.

No stockings?

Tea?

I asked you a question.

I've no stockings, sir.

Coffee. Please.

slow, suspenseful music

[sniffles]

Let's see if you can keep it
out of my lap this time.

suspenseful, dramatic music

[breathing shakily]

[whimpers softly]

[Bernard muffled]
The tears are saying no,

but your body is saying
something else.

eerie, haunting music

[screams]

[screaming]

fast, frantic music

- [panting]
- [coffee pot clatters]

- slow, somber music
- [gasps]

Back to your duties.

[lock clicks]

[sighs]

You know what they do
to people like you,

that go mad like a wild animal?

They treat you like one.

They cut the front
of your lobe out.

Then you sit in the garden
and stare at fruit

for the rest of your sorry life.

And good riddance.

He attacked me.

I seen plenty of women
take a beating.

Not one of those beatings
ended with a man

- losing all his fucking teeth.
- [Alex] With his hand.

On me.

I-In me.

He raped me with his hand.

Is that not a crime
on your train, sir?

Well, it's not up to me now.

It's up to the Chicago police.

[inhales, sniffles]

[panting]

[screams]

[indistinct chatter]

When did y'all build a lobby?

Last year.

[Mamie]
Business was that good?

Ain't a hotel in town stays
as full as our jail.

Let me in the back.

[quiet chatter]

[Hutchinson]
It's open.

You all just keep building
onto this place.

There's a mansion
out in California

called the Winchester House.

- [sighs]
- [Mamie] Woman who owns it's

been building onto it
since the 1880s.

They say if she stops the ghosts
of all the people killed

by a Winchester rifle will
haunt her out of that house.

That's what this place is
turning into.

Well, I've sent a few ghosts
Miss Winchester's way.

But you're exactly right,
we are haunted.

Not a sorrier son of a bitch
than these roughnecks.

Thought cowboys was wild,

but once they found oil
in the ground,

been introduced
to a new level of rascal.

Who's this?

That's what I'm trying
to find out.

Can I borrow your telephone?

- [ringing]
- [overlapping chatter]

- Operator?
- [Mamie] Operator,

I need a sheriff in--
Where in Montana?

Bozeman.

Bozeman, Montana.

[phone rings]

Operator.

Caller, who are you
trying to reach?

Bozeman sheriff.

[operator 2] Uh, Bozeman
is a city, not a county.

It doesn't have a sheriff.
It has a chief of police.

Well, surely Bozeman
resides in a county

and that county has a sheriff.

Uh, the county
is Gallatin, miss.

I'll connect you
with the sheriff.

- Does this sheriff have a name?
- [operator 2] He does.

When I connect him,
you can ask him.

[overlapping chatter]

Switchboard operators can
get a little salty.

Impudence rides sidesaddle
with anonymity.

[knock at door]

[door opens]

There's a Marshal Fossett

from the Indian territory
on the telephone.

- Indian territory?
- Oklahoma, I suppose.

Operator said the call
is from Amarillo, Texas.

[phone rings]

Take the phone
on the wall, Sheriff.

This is Sheriff McDowell.

Sheriff, this is Marshal Fossett
out of Fort Sill.

I'm in Amarillo

with a Spencer Dutton...

Sheriff?

You sound like a woman.

Well, there's a reason for that.

Would you like to ruminate
on the specifics of my plumbing

or could you verify

the identity of the man
we have in custody?

I need to know you're

who you say you are
before I discuss anything.

This is Sheriff Hutchison,
Potter County, Texas.

This woman's a marshal?

I'm staring at her badge
right now.

- So, you know her?
- Yeah, I know her.

Hmm.

[clears throat]

I apologize, ma'am,

I did not know that
there were female marshals.

Well, there's one.
Do you know a Spencer Dutton?

I know him well.

- Do you vouch for him?
- Marshal,

that's a Congressional
Medal of Honor recipient.

The president can vouch for him.

You won the Medal of Honor?

Not that I'm aware of.

He doesn't know about any medal.

Well, he received it
just the same.

Let me talk to him.

What are you doing in Texas?

I'm coming home.

You taking
the scenic route, huh?

The men who killed my brother...

...where are they?

Are they still free?

Now you listen to me.

You better stay in Texas

if your plan is coming back here
and starting a war.

As far as I know,
war's already started.

And you ain't stopped it.

Winter stopped it, son.

Winter's over.

Not up here, it ain't.

Tell my aunt I'm coming home.

Can you do that?

Before you do anything,

you come over here and see me
first thing, understand?

This is not the place you left.

Tell her.

So he's not a criminal?

Not yet, till he gets back here.

You want to do
that young man a favor?

Detain him.

Find a reason to keep him
right where he is.

You can't arrest a man
for what he might do, Sheriff.

You're free to go.

[exhales]

[sighs]

I think you owe me
a train ticket.

quiet, dramatic music

[indistinct chatter]

- I'll need to stow that for you.
- This rifle stays with me.

- We've got policies against--
- I don't give a shit

about your policies.

Rifle stays with me.

What happened to this country?

What other rules were made when
I was killing for this place?

atmospheric music

[Clyde]
He says no laws apply here?

Why here?

Because this is a county
with no people.

No judge.

No jury of your peers.

This is where we put
the whole fucking lot of them.

What did she do, you reckon?

I don't know.

I don't know
that she did anything.

Drugs, maybe.

Whore like that, morphine.

Didn't look like drugs to me.

What a waste.

[grunting softly]

And just like that,
a problem disappears.

Seems too easy.

They try to think of everything
when they make their laws.

But it turns out,
everything's a lot to consider.

[chuckles]

slow, pensive music

[indistinct chatter]

[Mamie Smith's "You Can't Keep
a Good Man Down" playing]

It's automatic

But it's true

A good man will never do

He said

"I met a dame"

He will always...

I sure could use a light.

But girls

- Take my advice...
- Here you go. Right here.

It's okay. Second.

And always keep him nice...

Will you boys give us a moment?

[scoffs]

F-Find us inside?

Promise.

No matter how you try

What the hell?

I'm just saving you time.

They can't afford you.

What do you mean, "afford me"?

Let's not play
"babe in the woods."

Here all alone, in that dress,

and expect me to believe
you're not working?

What the hell are you doing?

Working.

Fine.

Why don't you go work over there
and leave me alone?

Or...

we could work together.

I have a client
who will pay for one night

what you don't make in a month.

Yeah?

If he's so great,
why are you pawning him off?

I'm not pawning anything.

He's got a big appetite.

One's not enough.

He's British,
so he likes a little...

theater... in the bedroom,

if you know what I mean.

Not sure I do.

Doesn't that sound like fun?

- People are watching.
- Let them.

What do you say?

Let's go.

solemn orchestral music

- [machinery clanging]
- [steam hissing]

[train whistle blows]

[indistinct busy chatter]

It's not right, Paul.

It's not our business, darling.

Well, I'm making it
our business.

- Stand up, miss.
- [keys rattling]

You won't even ask
to hear my side?

Do that to someone's face,
you don't have a side.

And I don't care how many girls
he's got on the side.

Girls on the side...

Up and turn around.

I will not.

I have rights.

Stand up and turn around
or I will turn you around.

Have it your way, lady.

[gasping softly]
What about my things?

My luggage.
I need my things.

Officer, I was witness
to the assault.

Yeah, well,
I'll get your name and address

after we load her up.

Officer.

[handcuffs click]

Officer.

You are arresting
the victim, sir.

The victim?

My husband and I both
witnessed the man place...

...place his hand
beneath her skirt

as she poured him coffee.

He groped her privates
and she defended herself.

Did you tell anyone this?

I told the conductor.

[officer]
He's not your boyfriend?

I am married, sir,
and not to that scoundrel.

The man says you're his girl.

Well, officer, I think you
should consider that a rapist

might also be capable of lying.

You both saw it?

Yes, we did.

I was prepared to intervene,

but the lady was quite adept

at intervening
on her own behalf.

You both be willing
to make a statement?

We are, sir.

[cuffs rattling]

Let me go talk to the guy
and see what his story is now.

Thank you.

heartfelt music

[shaky breath]

[busy chatter]

[steam whistle blows]

[speaking indistinctly]

Get your hands off me.

Get-- You're making
a big mistake!

You'll need to come down
to the station tomorrow

to file a formal complaint
so we can prosecute.

At this address.

What happens to him?

He comes with us.

You're free to go.

[busy chatter]

[grunts]

I-I was looking for you.

I'm sure. Where is it?

Where's what?

My tips.

- Officer!
- Don't. Okay. Okay.

You know, one day,
you'll have children.

- [coins jingling]
- And you'll see.

I already see.

[steam hissing]

Cancelled.

The train to Fargo
is cancelled. Why?

Snowdrift.

How long do those last?

- Till they melt.
- How long does that take?

I don't know, lady.

So far, there are
only seven tickets

sold to that train.

You want to know why?

'Cause no one goes to Fargo
in the fucking winter.

- It's spring.
- It's spring in Florida.

Out here, it's...
it's winter till June.

[indistinct chatter]

soft, sad music

Let's go.
Thank you so much, sir.

Do you need
a ride somewhere, dear?

They cancelled my train.

Come on, let's go.

[sobbing]

A train station

is no place for a young lady.

Neither is Chicago,
for that matter.

Come with us.

Go with you where?

Winnetka.

- Where's that?
- [Paul] It's not far.

It will remind you more
of Oxfordshire than America,

I assure you.

It seems...

...a bit of respite

from your adventures

might be needed.

You've seen what happens to men
with wayward hands around me.

[Paul chuckles]

I shall keep my hand
firmly in my pockets.

I assure you.

-
- [dialogue inaudible]

sweeping, gentle music

[insects trilling]

[panting softly]

[pats horse's flank]

Bet you don't wander
far from water.

[clicks tongue]

[quacking]

ominous music

Indian.

That's a fucking Indian.

[kisses]

- [grunts]
- [horse snorts]

Ha!

Ha! Yah!

[Kent]
Ha! Ha!

Whoa, whoa.