All language subtitles for American.Primeval.S01E03.Episode.3.1080p.NF.WEB-DL.DD+5.1.Atmos.x264-SH3LBY

No! No!

Please, no.

You going to grind my
nerves till I lose my mind, too?

I'm just reminding god we're still here.

Brother Pratt.

He knows.

Why hasn't he brought
my abish back to me?

We will continue searching for your wife,

but you must also begin
to search inside yourself

for the acceptance of what may be.

My abish is alive.

I've seen her.

I held her in my arms last night.

I looked into her eyes.

Brother wolsey! Someone here for you.

Good day, gentlemen.

Saw your camp. Figured we'd stop by.

We're chasing a bounty. I hoped
you might have a tip to steer us.

A woman and her boy left out
of Bridger about a week ago.

We spotted them just north of here.

How far off?

A few miles. Near Taylor's draw.

Run!

I'm afraid we haven't seen her, friend.

That's disappointing.

Not unexpected, I reckon.

Yeah.

I remember you.

I saw you getting ready to set
out back at Bridger not long ago.

Wow.

You look to have been
through the gauntlet since.

He survived an Indian attack.

Just barely, it'd seem.

Well, now, the woman we're after

is the same who joined
up with you back at Bridger

after her guide got hisself murdered.

She was killed with the others.

When was that?

Close to a week.

A week?

Well, then she has been reinvigorated.

Yeah, we spotted
them not three days ago.

Very much alive. Her, the
boy, and another female.

Another woman?

Was it my wife?

I couldn't say. I don't recall
your wife's appearance.

Well...

She was not found with the dead,

and this woman you're pursuing
survived the same attack,

maybe they are traveling together.

This pursuit, I wonder if you might allow
brothers cook and Pratt to accompany you.

No stake in the bounty, of course.

This woman might have
information regarding his wife.

Did she tell you where she
was trying to get with her boy?

Yes.

Two hundred dollars.

Brothers Pratt, brother cook to join you.

Two hundred dollars.

Well, fine, we'll make it a party.

Where are we headed?

Crooks Springs.

That's a tough ride. You certain?

Things we'll do for love.

You find this woman and this boy,

you make sure they're dead.

Don't know what they saw.

It doesn't matter what they saw.

The risk is too great now.

We gotta close this up, brother.

You understand?

Yes.

I love you.

Go on.

Mr. Reed.

Would you please...

We need to make the fire bigger.

The children are freezing.

- We...
- can't risk the smoke.

We can risk it, and we
need to do it right now.

We're freezing.

Mr. Reed.

Mr. Reed, please.

Boy, get up. Follow me.

We gotta get rocks.

Smoother the better.

Keep them small.

Smaller.

Can I ask you a question?

- What do those mean?
- What?

On your hands.

Is that how many men you killed?

No.

Where'd you learn to fight like that?

Shoshone.

Are you scared to die?

No.

As long as it's the right way.

We're gonna heat these up.

Then Bury them. Then lay on them.

And that should keep you warm.

And then you can stop complaining.

These are mine. Get your own.

Get enough for your mother and the girl.

Now.

- Go.
- Yes, sir.

I'll come with you.

We gotta get rocks.

The smoother the better.

Not too big.

What is that?

Medicine.

Medicine for what?

Boy's father doesn't
even know you're coming.

You even sure he's at crooks Springs?

Yes.

In fact, he's been very successful.

He has a gold claim just outside town.

A gold claim?

Yes.

One he never asked you to join.

We were very young when
he left. Devin was just a baby.

I think if he sees...

When he sees what a
fine son Devin has become,

he will welcome him.

A mother's hope.

At this point, hope is all I have left.

If you had a child of your
own you would understand.

Look at the little flame right there.

Yeah.

My locket. It's mine.

I said give me my locket back!

I want my locket!

It doesn't belong to you!

Give it!

How long has he been limping?

I'm not sure. It was rocky
and he stumbled a bit.

He's got a stone embedded in his hoof.

I want you off the horse.

We'll try the boy, see if
he can carry his weight.

Devin, we're ready to go.

Now!

You and I are trading horses for a while.

Why?

- Because we have to.
- But why?

Devin?

- What is that?
- Nothing.

- Are you hurt?
- No, it's nothing.

- What are you doing?
- Stay here.

Two moons, keep him here. Here.

Let me handle this.

Are you lost?

Hi.

What's your name?

You hurt?

It's okay. We want to help you.

It's okay.

You're safe now.

Papa!

Papa's here. Let's go find papa.

Okay?

This is not where we need to go.

What? What does that mean?

Whatever you find down
there won't be good for anyone.

What about her?

What about her?

She just said her family was down there

if her family was down there,
they'd be screaming through the trees.

Isaac, we have to at
least see for ourselves.

Leave her.

No.

Who is this?

Does she have a name?

Mama, who is that?

This is our new friend.

Is she coming with us?

We're going to help her find her family.

This is two moons.

I think she'll ride on a horse with me.

- Is she coming with us?
- No. Hey.

This is not a good idea.

Let me understand. If you were here
alone, you would just abandon her?

Yes.

I can see what the medicine's for.

Whoa.

We found her.

We found her... alone.

Stay on the horse.

Ma'am.

Ma'am. Is she your daughter?

Sir? This is your daughter?

We thought we had lost her, and I

no. Well, we found her.

Sara, get on the horse.

- She was alone.
- How can I thank you?

- We just wanted to make sure she was safe.
- No, you must stay.

Madame, we don't have
much. Eat some soup.

- Share with us.
- No.

- It's not necessary. We must be going.
- Some soup. Please

Mr. Reed!

Stay where you are.

Hey.

Easy, big boy.

Mama!

Toss the rifle down.

Hey, climb down.

Do it or I shoot the boy.

Stop. Drop the gun, please.

- Shoot the boy.
- No, no!

Rifle down. Now. Slowly.

Slowly.

Throw your pistol on the ground.

Slow.

Now.

Very good. Climb down
and get on your stomach.

Slow.

Good. Yeah, nice.

Easy. Easy.

Stomach.

On the ground.

- On the ground.
- I'm sorry.

That's good. Slow.

All the way. Kiss the dirt. All the way.

Good.

How does that feel?

Hey, woah!

Devin!

Mama!

You gonna give me
half off them puny ones?

Hogs are hogs, Jim.

Not entirely sure that one
in the corner is not a possum.

Jim.

I want a scale, winky,
before we close this deal.

Mr. Wild bill hickman.

Didn't expect to see you back so soon.

With a fair share of
the congregation, I see.

Bridger.

And you brung in the big guns.

Well, brother hickman reported
your conversation to me.

I thought it might be
helpful to stop by myself.

Yeah, hope you didn't go too
far out of your way, governor.

Shame to waste a ride.

You were conveniently along my path.

If you're waiting for somebody
to prop the step beneath you,

I'm afraid we don't do
such things out here.

Not even for the women.

Just getting a lay of the land.

Glorious.

Mostly flat.

And of high value.

I'm certain.

This is the place.

I'm limited on space, so a few
rooms gotta double their purpose.

I keep telling my boy, cottrell...

Since we're sharing walls, I
should've been clear enough

to put my office in a whorehouse.

We don't allow brothels in salt lake city.

Well, I see why you would.

What was the last headcount I heard
on your wives, governor? Twenty-two?

It's actually twenty, but the
press likes to distort my details.

To inflame those who
wish our people to fall.

You know, a lot of my
wives are elderly women

whom I regard more
as mothers than wives.

That puts a whole tilted spin on things

I'm not certain even the best
girls here could keep up with.

Word was relayed to me that your
earlier negotiations with brother hickman

had unfortunately become strained.

Your boy, bill, carries a tone
that I'm not entirely fond of.

Makes it seem as if your people
are ready to take what's not offered.

I apologize if that's the impression
you took away, Mr. Bridger.

I can assure you that is not my intent.

What is your intent, governor?

I want your fort.

I'm sure you do.

And if the army gets their hands
on it, it's the end of you mormons.

What brought you here...
To this place, Mr. Bridger?

Thirst.

I was on the run from two
grizzlies and a band of black foot

for the better part of a week.

Ran out of water after my second day.

By the time I lost them all, well, I
wasn't holding a drop left to piss.

That's when I stumbled
upon this spot here.

River flowing all around.

As soon as I drank my fill, I
took it as a sign to finally settle.

I suspect it was thirst that brought
me to these lands as well, Mr. Bridger,

with only $50 in my pocket.

A thirst to draw myself closer to god.

And here we both sit.

In a dusty storage hold three
doors down from a whorehouse.

Quenched, but each still wondering,

how's the best way to keep
drinking from that river out back?

I've got some more church business
to attend to over the next three days.

We should continue this
conversation once it's complete.

I'll be here.

For better or worse.

Well, until then, why don't you come up

with what might be a
fair price of purchase?

A number we can both
be comfortable with.

Yeah.

I've grown mighty partial to this location.

And I've also grown way
too old and beat down

to find another this late in the day.

So, I'd imagine a price that
would make me comfortable

is one that would put a real
painful burn up your ass, governor.

I've never been afraid
of pain, Mr. Bridger.

As you will.

Good day.

You be careful out there.

I heard marauding's at
an all-time high, governor.

The lord is watching over
me, Mr. Bridger. We'll be fine.

Sammy?

I believe we'd better get a
drink while we still fucking can.

Why are you...

You have everything
of ours. Just let us go.

Not everything.

Good morning, big boy.

Leave him alone.

Let us go!

The less attention we give, the
more time we have to get loose.

What are they gonna do to us?

You wanted to talk, captain?

What do you know about
the meadows attack?

What I know about the meadows attack

is that some of our
people were slaughtered.

Not by Indians.

We had a survivor in our
camp that say different.

Now, he claims... It's
the wolf clan that did it.

Was that survivor Jacob Pratt?

It was.

I have some questions for Mr. Pratt
about what actually went on that night.

Sorry to disappoint, but
I'm afraid he's gone off

in search of his abducted
wife, sister abish.

Well, we heard that whites
were involved in the attack.

And y'all are real white.

So, I'm hoping Mr. Pratt's head clears up
enough that he can offer us some details.

Well, I'm afraid he's
going the other direction,

unfortunately, but
if you'd like to test it,

they were headed
out towards cedar falls.

Now, word is, that's where
the wolf clan is hiding out.

And being that red feather
murdered all them folks,

figured it was a good place to start.

And if you... were really
interested in protecting your people,

you'd be over there
doing something about it.

But here you are, trying to pick
a fight with me and my troops.

You're not a military
organization, Mr. Wolsey.

You're a mormon mob.

When I find proof of your
involvement in these attacks,

the United States government will
test your so-called army's resolve.

Good day to you.

Let's go, boys.

They could be telling
the truth about red feather.

Yeah, send some scouts to cedar falls.

See if they can locate
this Mr. Red feather.

And what is your name?

Have we met before?

Hey, big boy.

What is her name?

What's your mama's name?

Untie us.

Money, food, what do you want?

What is your mother's name?

Sara.

We'll give you whatever you want.

What do you want?

You'd do that for us, Sara?

Give us whatever we want?

Yes.

- Mother.
- What do you want?

Tell me what you want.

Mother. Mother!

I don't think so.

- Mother!
- Let her go.

Mother! Mother! No!

- No!
- Let her go!

- Don't touch him!
- Mother, no!

No!

Let her go!

Get her!

No!

Please!

No!

Over the hill? Over the second hill?

Red feather.

Let's let the sun get a little lower.

Did he wake up?

No.

- Abish.
- What's happening?

You need to do something
about your mormon friend.

He's been injured.

He's isn't well.

Well, neither am I at this rate.

For Christ's sake, he's
been singing that same shit

without a breath since joining up.

Enough of that, god damn it!

I'm just letting abish
know I'm on my way to her.

That's thoughtful of you,
but for Christ's sakes, Pratt,

take some mercy on the rest of us.

They don't have an ear for
hymns is all. I liked it, Mr. Pratt.

If the wolf clan has her, she ain't
ever hearing nothing ever again, no way.

He don't need to be told that.

I'm just saying.

I heard of red feather raping and
torturing white women for days.

Over and over and over
like that fucking song of his.

Now, that you shut up, Pratt,

probably hear your
pretty wife screaming.

Mama. Mama.

My head hurts.

I want you to think about
getting your hands loose.

I don't know if I can.

What'd you like to do back home

before you came out here?

You like to fish?

- Haven't really done it.
- No?

Why?

Wasn't anywhere to
do it around our house.

I promise you we're
going to get out of this.

And I'm going to teach you how to fish,
but you've gotta promise me one thing.

That you stay strong.

Like your mother.

Mama! Mama!

- Leave her alone!
- Hey!

Put your mind somewhere else.

Oliver twist.

Mama! Let her go!

Mother! Get off of her!

"Oliver twist's ninth birthday
found him a pale, thin child

somewhat diminutive in stature."

"Oliver twist's ninth birthday
found him a pale, thin child,

somewhat diminutive in stature."

"Oliver twist's ninth birthday
found him a pale thin child,

somewhat diminutive in stature."

Stupid slut!

- I just wanted to tell you...
- no.

I appreciate the thought,
Mr. Reed, but I don't require pity.

That would make me as weak
as those men thought I was.

And we saw what happened to them.

It was my fault. We shouldn't have
tried to help that girl. I was wrong.

You know, everything I'm
doing... And everything I've done,

it's been to protect him.
And today, I just forgot.

I forgot. I forgot the
only thing that mattered.

Your face is painted for war.

Forever.

Look around.

I see no war here.

Because you choose to be blind.

And you will die blind.

What do you want here, red feather?

A place to stay for a short time.

Because you are hunted.

So now your enemies will hunt us too.

My enemies are your enemies.

Your enemies are every face you see

and too many for us.

I will bring no war onto my son.

Captain. Turner's back.
He's in the infirmary.

Alone?

He said all the men he
was riding with are dead.

You know what happened?

Wolf clan. Most likely red feather.

- Shit.
- Get it out!

What happened?

What happened?

Wolf clan. They was
on us before we knew it.

Saw a bunch go by later.

Who'd you see? Who'd you see?

Red feather. Among them.

What direction was he headed?

Southwest. Towards the low hills.

Okay, good. You did
good. Take care of him, doc.

Winter bird's camp's up that way.

I want you to take some
scouts to the shoshone camp.

You see if red feather's there. All right?
And you stay hid. Don't let him see you.

Yes, sir.

The more time I spend here
trying to make sense of this place,

the more I lose myself within it.

I feel myself slipping further and further
away from anything I can understand.

Peace and innocence are
losing a battle to hatred and fear.

Peace is now... The
great shrinking minority.

So very few in this land
possess compassion.

And basic tenderness has hardened...

And is now, and I fear,
forever, greatly diminished.

I am overcome at this time

by deep pain from a tremendous
and always present lack of love.

So few left in these lands know of grace.

There is only brutality here.

You fiddle with that cloth like
Lucas does his little fucking pecker.

He said it belonged to his wife.

Shit. That right?

Pratt, maybe you let me clutch it a bit?

Use my imagination.

Don't mind him, Mr. Pratt. He's
never had nobody to care for.

What's that?

You're a loveless man.

Tilly.

What are you gonna do about it?

- Tilly. None of that.
- What're you do about it?

Fucking pussy.

Let's get loaded up.

You ain't calling the shots, mormon.

It's past time we get on the trail.

It's past time, but it ain't your trail.

Never find this woman,
we don't get moving.

Tilly.

Let's go.

We'll find her.

You're a good man, Pratt.