All language subtitles for American.Primeval.S01E04.Episode.4.1080p.NF.WEB-DL.DD+5.1.Atmos.x264-SH3LBY

We have endured anguish

and pain to reach our Zion.

And yet still they follow,
with their persecution.

We have been trying long
enough with our enemies,

and I go in for letting the sword
of the almighty be unsheathed

in word and in deed.

For we have reached Zion, our Zion.

Here is our Zion.

Wait. Hold on, one
second. Jim's on his way.

Don't move any more pigs
till he gets here. He's coming.

Where the hell are my pigs going?

I had no choice, Jim.

No choice for what, winkie?

Mormons want 'em all, paid
me five times what you offered.

It wasn't what I offered.

- It was what we agreed to.
- You kept dragging your feet on paying.

- The mormons paid me in full.
- Shut up, winkie.

- Start herding them back there.
- Nothing to say here, Bridger.

- Made a fair deal with the hog man.
- He's the hog man in name only.

All livestock inside
them walls belongs to me.

You don't own the hogs. He owned
the hogs. I paid him. I own the hogs.

- You paid him, did you?
- That's right.

That was your first mistake.

Second was wasting all this energy

just to lead my pigs
back where they started.

Can't do that, I'm afraid,
but if you need hogs,

brother wilkinson would
be happy to help you.

Of course, price is
double what I just paid.

Well, god damn. That
seems a little steep, bill.

Especially for my own pigs.

Well, pigs today, your
goods and supplies tomorrow.

Till you've got left is an empty fort.

It feels as if your governor's
still doing some negotiating.

Well, he wants what he wants.

Mormons and them deep
pockets makes it tough

for the rest of us to make a decent living.

That's not my concern now, is it?

Not at the moment, I suppose.

More so now, I expect.

Go! Let's go!

You son of a bitch,
Bridger! I'll kill you for this!

Perhaps, wild bill.

Just not today.

Go!

Tell that governor of yours to
reach deeper in them pockets of his.

My price just went up.

I'll kill you!

I have come to believe that
these lands possess forces

that we civilized are not
able to defend against.

These lands get inside of us,

into our bones,

into our blood... and then even deeper

as they assume occupancy of our souls.

These lands come alive inside all of us.

Alive with power.

Alive with violence.

Alive with clarity of spirit.

And many other great excitements
that have thus far eluded our language.

Faced with such forces,

I find myself helpless to feel
anything other than a great humility.

I have told red feather we
will take you to your people.

My people?

Not sure what people I have left.

I have a question.

Why do you think your people
have so much hunger to kill?

Fear.

I think.

Of what they don't understand.

This.

Your world.

It's not like my world.

That is a good thing.

This valley was filled
with so many shoshone.

But hunger and war and
sick changed our world.

And I do wonder,

if so much change,

can we survive?

It's a fine dress.

You shouldn't wash it all away.

It has your life painted on it.

Not all good colors.

That is life.

You shouldn't be a part of this.

Gonna get you!

What did you do?

What?

What did you do?

What are you talking about, Pratt?

Thank you, ma'am.

Got information on our bounty.

Man rode through here with two
women and a boy some days ago.

Get the booze, get the guns.
We got ground to make up.

Gimme that.

Virgil. Why'd you shoot her?

It's part of the job.

- How's shooting her part of the job?
- It's part of the job.

- How's that part of the job?
- Good things come at a price, okay?

Go on, get!

How long we been
trying to get outta of here?

How long we been scratching
rock looking for our piece of gold?

That's what Sara holloway is.

Our piece of gold.

Stop looking at me like that.

I've never steered you wrong.

We've seen a lot of them
come and go in this world.

Busted, broke, buried.

We're still here.

You and me.

We're gonna be here till
we get what's our fair share.

Got you a little present.

Come on.

Come on!

Mr. Reed! Mr. Reed!

My horse.

Can't bear weight. We
stay here for the night.

- I don't think we should stop.
- It's too lame to lead.

Get some wood.

- Go.
- Okay.

How much longer until crooks Springs?

Depends on what we run into.

It's about to get cold.

Let's start digging.

Mr. Reed?

Do you feel bad killing men?

Not the bad ones.

Killing bad men is okay, right?

I mean, you don't go
to hell for that. Do you?

Me and my mom killed a man.

You ain't gotta worry about that.

Whatever your mother's
done to protect you both...

Ain't no sin in that.

Why have you brought him here?

We found him hiding.

Watching the village.

We will use him to lead
us to the white soldiers.

I told your white leader.

I have no war with him.

The shoshone did not
kill those white settlers.

The captain does not believe that.

He wants to find red feather.

They want to kill him.

Let your master come.

We will cut out his
tongue and feed it to you.

Quiet.

They know red feather is here.

You have brought war upon us.

No. I will take it to them.

And you will die... And
bring more hate and death

on our people.

On my grandson.

Young elk would rather
die fighting his enemy

than on his knees begging for food.

I do not know you anymore.

You do not know me?

You do not know me?

You do not know me?!

I am the slayer of demons!

I am creator's warrior
who bleeds for him!

Bleeds for you!

Bleeds for you too!

Bleeds for all shoshone!

When the white invaders kill one of us,

I kill ten of them!

The whites do not know peace.

So I give them what they know.

No.

You give them what they want.

It's time to go home now, Ms. Holloway.

That's why I don't sleep.

Slide over.

The name that the
shoshone called you...

"Kinii da-dawon."

What does it mean?

It means "spotted hawk."

I was a... young boy with freckles

when the shoshone traded for me.

They were so kind.

Not at all what I expected.

I had always been told
the Indians were savages.

- They are.
- No, I.

I only mean that I've...

Never felt so safe.

Ever.

Why would you leave that?

You need to rest.

These should give you a
few hours' extra warmth.

Will you please stay? Please.

Please.

Please stay.

Thank you.

Do you pray that after the
white soldiers have killed you,

they will not come here to kill your son?

Careful with your words.

Or you will open my throat
like you did my friends?

How many must die to
avenge all you have lost?

As many as his god tells him to.

Your god tells you to kill the whites?

Whites believe their
god tells them to kill you.

Perhaps the gods are
playing a game with all of us

to see who can kill the most.

Your god will lose.

If you bring war on the white
soldiers instead of peace,

it will be like you cut young
elk's heart out with your own knife.

Why do you risk your throat
by speaking to me this way?

Young elk deserves
a long life in this world.

All the shoshone deserve that.

Even you.

This ain't good.

We'll see how far she goes.
If not, we leave her here.

This holloway woman we're after,

nearly got at her myself.

Didn't sniff her out as
a man-killer at the time.

It's a good thing you didn't have a
chance to add her to your harem, Pratt.

Might not have been long
for this new paradise of yours.

Now that I think back, I remember
seeing your wife in Bridger.

Pretty-looking lady.

I can promise there's more
I'd do with her than killin'.

I can sure see why you're
lookin' to the ends of the earth

to find that pretty little thing.

Can't satisfy your wife?

Little pecker. I bet you red feather's
takin' care of her for you, though.

Yeah, mormon little pecker boy.

You're gonna get off your
horse, little mormon boy?

Brother Pratt! That's enough!

The devil lives in you!

You fucking mormon!

Tilly, get off!

Take a little bite of
your wife, cocksucker.

Hey! Knock it off!

Knock it off!

Come on!

We should get back to our people.

This bunch, they're no good.

They'll end up killin' us both.

Let them take care of the woman.

And your wife, brother Pratt,

we're never gonna find her
with the people they're lookin' for.

So, we should leave.

We need to get out of here now.

I've seen this before.

They're just after a bounty.

And we got nothin' to do with that.

So, we should go right now.

Pratt. Why?

And you say this belonged
to your dead mormon friend?

William.

And that cook, who's now floatin'
face down on his way toward Mexico,

could only have got his hands on it

if he was part of the bunch
that attacked your camp.

Well, but bein' as cook is
not here to defend hisself,

and also the fact

that you are just about as
crazy as a shitter-trapped rat,

I have decided it's time we part ways.

I can't risk wakin' to you
beatin' my skull in with a rock,

claimin' I stole your granny's girdle.

Now... I could sentence you to death,

but I'm gonna put your
future in fate's hands.

I'm gonna leave you some
food, warm clothes, and a mule.

Good luck to you.

Sorry about how this went, Mr. Pratt.

I really do hope you find your wife.

She will come with us.

I will deliver her to her people.

What people?

If you kill the white soldiers?

She will talk to them first. Tell them
what she knows of the shoshone.

Tell them who attacked her people.

And then you will not bring war on them?

If they believe her words.

Come on!

Push on! Come on.

Hold on!

Get up!

Keep going!

The horse! We need to rest the horses!

Bring 'em back in the trees.

Captain!

Positions!

Where's my rifle?

Weapons ready!

Secure the flank!

Hold your fire! On my command!

What is this shit?

Hold your fire!

If I do not come back, wait for night.

Then kill them all.

Stop there!

Right there!

This is red feather.

Red feather from the shoshone tribe.

He's come to talk to your captain.

You armed?

We're unarmed.

What about them?

They'll stay there, long as
red feather returns to 'em.

All right, approach slow! Real slow!

Too much blood.

If white man lets us live in peace,

I will not bring more war on them.

That's mighty kind of him, considering
all the murdering he's already done.

I'm afraid there's a little bit of
pressure to punish those responsible

for the massacre of a large
group of settlers a few weeks back.

Red feather and the shoshone
had nothing to do with that.

How exactly would you know that?

Because I was there.

And your name is what, exactly?

Abish Pratt.

There were white men. In hoods.

And also a few from the paiute tribe.

That's who the bandits traded me to.

But somehow you ended
up with the shoshone.

Red feather took me from them.

You said some of the
men there wore hoods.

How can you be so
sure they were white?

After the attack, many
removed their hoods.

- And you saw their faces?
- Yes.

Mrs. Pratt, if you've been compelled

to tell us these things in
order to protect that man

everything I'm telling you is the truth.

I can walk you through every
detail of what happened that night.

Bandits and paiutes?

Massacred our party.

Killed everyone.

No, Mrs. Pratt.

Not everyone.

Your husband survived.

Jacob?

He's alive?

He's been searching
for you. Since the attack.

Where is he?

He's with the mormon
group. Not too far from here.

We can take you.

You stay.

Mrs. Pratt.

I wanted to tell you that I'll do my
best to convey his offer to my superiors.

But I doubt they'll agree to his terms.
He has a lot of blood on his hands.

But the shoshone people do not.

They've moved their home
over and over to avoid war.

Well, be that as it may,

this country decided these
lands don't belong to them.

And these tribes just stand in the way.

They deserve better than that.

Yes, they do.

You feel him start to favor
that foot, you get off and tell me.

All right. Let's go.

How far do you think they are, really?

Whoever it is, we haven't
seen the worst of it yet.

There's a hunting cabin up a ways.

Let's just get there. Rest.
We'll move at first light.

Let's get you on the horse.

The man in Philadelphia...

He put his hand on my throat
and choked me until I fainted,

and every morning that I
woke up alive was a curse.

When he did it to Devin, I killed him.

And, Isaac, I would do it again.

That's far enough!

What's your business?

- Get me the officer in charge.
- Brother hickman.

Patrolling a little beyond your
borders, aren't you, captain?

Last I checked, this was still the us.

For the moment.

We're looking for Jacob Pratt.

He's still out searching for his wife.

Well, we have his wife.

I'm so grateful.

Grateful you're safe, sister Pratt.

Captain dellinger told me
Jacob had been injured.

Took a blow to the head.
Seemed to be healing up.

Still on the trail looking
for Indian-killers, captain?

He brought Jacob Pratt's wife.

Praise god.

Brother Jacob will be over
the moon at your safe return.

- I didn't get your name, sister Pratt.
- Abish.

I believe he mentioned.

You know where we
can find her husband?

As we discussed, he's
out looking for abish there.

But we expect him back in a day or so.

You're more than welcome
to stay with us, sister Pratt.

Mrs. Pratt is providing us
information on the meadows massacre.

So, we'll take her back to our camp.

Of course.

We're so pleased you've been
brought back to us, sister Pratt.

Thank you for returning a blessed
soul to the flock, our heavenly father.

"And he who receiveth all things with
thankfulness shall be made glorious."

Yeah, yeah, amen.

She didn't see us.

Did you recognize them?

That man.

Wolsey.

He was there.

Are you absolutely convicted
it was those men, Mrs. Pratt?

I am.

Get it to fort Bridger. If the
post is already gone out

I'll go straight to Gilbert. I'll
hand it to colonel Johnson myself.

I want you to know that
you're safe. You have my word

you took me there
hoping I'd recognize them.

It's my job.

You used me.

I needed proof... that the
mormons were involved in the attack.

They will be brought to justice.

I'm your proof.

Yes.

If it makes you feel any better, I'm
sure I'm being used just as much as you.

Brother hickman.

Someone's here to see you.

She recognized some of your men.

Sister Pratt has just started a war.

They'll be coming for you.

Ma'am!

- Somebody get some help!
- Captain!

What?

Hey!

What is it? What?

She just got on the horse and took off.

Should we go after her?

No.

Let her go.

These fucking mormons.

This keeps happening.

Come on!

Keep going! Come on!

Mr. Reed! Mr. Reed!

Get off him!

Let go of the rein!

Devin!

Devin!

Devin.

Hey. I've got you.

I got you.

I've got you.

Mama! Mama!

Breathe. You'll be all right.

What now?

No! Please, stop, mama!

What is that?

Medicine.

- Open.
- Devin, open your mouth.

Good. Hold him.

It's all right.

What is that, mama? Mama!

No, don't look. Don't... mama!

Stop! Get off of me!
Get the fuck off of me!

Stop! Fucking get off!

Devin, stop!

It's just pain.

It's just...