All language subtitles for SC_1787794871130_2_A1_The Oregon Trail S01E01 Hard Ride Home

Burch bought a small ball about ten miles out.

Okay, we're supposed to be friendly.

Yeah, we'll do an engine. Being friendly may mean

just stealing your stock instead of cutting your throat.

If only somebody would have told me.

I never would have done it. Never!

-And you run? -Fast, I have to.

I hope you're an honest man, 'cause if you're not, bye.

I'm the dusting the earth beneath my feet.

I'm the dusting as I ride through the burning heat.

With the help of God and this mountain man

And the hand of my eldest son.

My little boy and my little girl

will grow up in the mother's land.

And in the eyes of a woman meant for me

I had a dream where the sun goes down.

The Willamette Valley's calling me

'Cause I'm Oregon Bound.

Oh, I'm Oregon Bound.

Guess I'm Oregon Bound.

-Dear goodness, Agent.

Eve Thomas being good enough to write for me.

I thought you might fancy some news

if you're wayfaring relations.

He'd hardly recognize that bunch of greenhorned farmers

who left Illinois.

Jessica, God rest her.

She'd be proud the way the children are bearing up.

Andy, he works right alongside me without a word of complaint.

Every time I look, I see more than a boy in him.

William, he spends every spare minute

poring over them injured books he bought in independence.

I fear the trip's been the hardest on Rachel,

as much as I try.

Solely misses a woman's loving hand.

-Mm-hmm.

That thing's crashing.

-That you got in your suit yet?

-It don't look like you.

-Fire!

-Close that gap! Keep 'em together!

-Come on, Stephen, move it!

Close it up in there!

-Paw said I shouldn't go too far from camp.

-I can't build a fire without buffalo chips.

-Yeah, there's plenty back there near the wagons.

-What's the matter with you whores?

Don't you want to go exploring?

-For what?

-Arrowheads!

My inchbook says they're all over the ground!

-Look it!

What's that?

-Come on!

-I ain't going in there.

-Why not?

-I don't know. I just don't want to.

-Oh, come on, horse.

Ain't nobody around.

Let's go exploring.

What's the matter? Are you scared or something?

-I ain't scared.

Just ain't stupid neither.

-Wait till I tell everybody how you turned him around

for a bunch of steps!

-Burke spotted some Omaha about ten miles up.

-Thought they were supposed to be friendly.

-Yeah, well, sometimes to an engine being friendly means

stealing your stock instead of cutting your throat.

Ain't your turn to ride, drag?

-Dabbling.

-Wouldn't you know it?

-Yeah, I suppose I had a little too far back.

-That old man's a malinga.

He ain't done a lick of work since we left Independence.

And that daughter of his got her mouth like a barn door

in a windstorm always splappin'.

-My fish is fast!

-Hey, I thought you were supposed to be back

reading your engine books.

-I was!

-Yeah, I was!

-Then the can't-keep-up don't belong.

-Mr. Cutler, we didn't elect you, Captain,

so you could have judges on folks.

-It ain't me that passes, Judge, but it's a trailer.

It has a way of weeding out those that are weak

in the malingas and also those that don't know their own place

in the scheme of things.

Bearing that in mind, Mr. Clark, I'd make real sure

my wagon didn't get too far behind.

-Yeah!

-Is he gonna get the scout, Pa?

-I don't think so, honey.

-Say, Pa, you want me to go back there and take a look

and see what's wrong?

-No, I'll best deal with myself.

-Whoa!

-All right, now, here, come on!

He's running out!

-Oh, my baby.

-Oh, Mr. Thorpe.

-Ma'am?

-You know, the train's about five miles ahead of you.

-Oh, now, that's comfort news.

-Comfort?

-Yes, I thought they'd be much farther along

than that for now.

-By the way, Mr. Thorpe, I'm afraid one of me horses

is trying to shoot.

-I thought if you just, uh, sat here and played cards,

it would grow newer, huh?

-Mr. Thorpe, neither my father nor myself are blacksmiths,

nor do we have the proper tools.

Or even a spare horseshoe.

So what the ruddy hell did you expect us to do?

If you've come to give us more than a lecture, please stay.

Otherwise, bounce off.

-Yeah, like a barn door in a windstorm.

-What did you say?

-Nothing.

I'll be on saddle, my horse.

-Oh, with pleasure.

Think you can play solitaire for a while?

-Good morning, Uncle.

-Hey, you better get this poor old fella to the blacksmith.

-Well, I certainly do thank you kindly, Mr. Thorpe.

-It's a pleasure to help people with good breeding

and fine man.

-I think he means you and the horse.

-Paul, Paul!

-Oh! Oh!

-We got worried.

-You did.

-I got the fire going, Paul.

-That's good.

-And I got the stew on.

-Uh-huh.

I don't think you missed me at all, did you?

Well, you finish off here.

Of course, wait a minute.

Look at that stew.

-You're wrong with dead ones back, huh?

-You know I do the same thing for you, don't you?

-Here it is, Paul.

Make it all by myself.

-Well, I'm going to taste this.

That's good.

That's what I call good stew.

-That is good stew.

Hey there, Andy.

-What's going on, Paul?

-It's good work, too.

-Thank you.

-You know, if anything ever happened to me,

it's good to know you can handle things.

It's good to know that, isn't it, for both of us?

-Sure thing.

-Um, Rachel.

You know, I was thinking it might be kind of neighborly

if we invited the dead ones to share some of that stew of yours.

-You think it's good enough for a company, Paul?

-Oh, I just tasted it.

Near as good as your mom's.

-I'll go fetch them.

-Yes, sir, that Miss Devlin sure is a mighty handsome woman.

Ain't she, Paul?

-Yeah, sure is.

-You gonna bring that silly-looking grin to supper with you?

-What grin's that, Paul?

-What?

-Huh?

-Yeah.

-It's a God-given gift.

Like painting beautiful pictures

or making music that hurt his people.

-How about you and none of them, Mr. Devlin?

-Well, all right, if you insist.

-Say, where are you from, Mr. Devlin?

-The four corners of the Earth Lab.

Margaret here and I are just a couple of wind-blowing Irishmen

looking for a place to loose.

-Well, most of us making this trip are, well, farmers mostly.

Going for free land in Oregon.

-Take it high.

-Any card at all.

-No offense, Mr. Devlin, but you don't strike me as a man

that's got more than a passing interest in the soil.

-Oh, it's grand to stand on and walk on.

You just put it right back in the day.

-What I mean is that you don't work with your hands,

like a miller or a carpenter, somebody like that.

-Would you be inquiring as to how I earn my key?

-If it ain't an impertinence.

-I'm a weaver of dreams, Andrew.

Golden fleece wafting down from the clouds.

Buckets are gold at the end of the rainbow.

I'm rather like the leprechauns of old.

When people see me, they are consumed with visions of great wealth.

-And them, uh, visions wouldn't have nothing to do

with that deck of cards now, would they?

-Tell me now.

Would that be the little devil you were looking for, now?

-Sure is.

-How about do another one?

-Well, all right, if you insist.

-One down, two to go.

-Oh.

-The, uh, jack of diamonds lost out to the sand man.

-Oh, I'll just put her asleep.

-Now you look like my pa.

-Well, I was getting kind of itchy.

Listen, you put your nice things on, and then I'll come and tuck you in.

-Don't you feel slightly naked?

-Well, she was telling me.

It didn't do me a kindness.

-Well, it hid part of your face.

-Well, uh, I got the guard duty.

Excuse me.

-Mr. Thorpe.

Some might say it was a definite improvement.

-Sam?

Sam?

-Well, not a sign of me.

-Every one of her spare horses gone.

-Burke, you ever see anything like this before?

-The pilot did five train stories again.

He never had no trouble with Omaha.

Mostly they're content to trade with you people.

Something more going on here in common thievery.

-Well, what do you mean, like what?

-Well, now you see, this here's a burial land.

Got a special meaning to it.

Now, they wouldn't have stuck it in Sam Driscoll's neck

if they hadn't been trying to tell us something.

-You got any idea what that is, Mr. Burke?

-No.

I'll tell you one thing.

We ain't heard the last of them.

They took them horses in order to slow us down.

-If I'll get some men together, we'll try to catch them.

-Ah, hold on.

Them Omaha's has long gone from here by now.

-Oh, we got to try without spare horses.

We'll never make it.

We'll pick some up before Kearney.

Now, you better bury him before them women and kids

gets a look at him.

-Who?

-Annie, order the horses.

-Okay, pal.

-Oh, look out the chain.

Come on.

-Did the engines really kill Mr. Driscoll?

-I'm afraid so, son.

-Why?

-Look, son, I don't know nothing.

Just help me get the wagon off.

Come on.

Come on.

You heard me.

There's a good boy.

Come on.

-How soon will we be out of their territory?

-Oh, five, six days, maybe.

-Oh, we got to make better time.

-You keep pushing them horses.

They're going to drop them.

We've got nothing to replace them with.

-All right.

I'll take a look at them horses.

They're going to drop them.

They're going to drop them.

They're going to drop them.

They're going to drop them.

They're going to drop them.

They're going to drop them.

They're going to drop them.

We're going to drop them.

We're going to drop them.

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We're going to drop them.

We're going to drop them.

We'll drop them.

We're going to drop them.

We're going to drop them.

We're going to drop them.

We're going to drop them.

And she'll never write in your Indian books about that burial grounds.

No, but I honest.

What would she do if somebody was to mess with your mother's grave?

I didn't know, but I nobody know me. I wasn't supposed to know.

You ignore everything I've told you about respect and people's property.

They're Indians. They're Indian people.

They've got their straight-burned property.

Just like anyone else.

Leave me the castle. This is trouble. Fuck.

If only somebody would have told me, I never would have done it.

Never. Never would have done it, Mom.

My boy done it, will you?

What if we turn over the boy?

Nobody's turning over my son.

I was figuring on riding out and trying to find him and explain how it happened.

Give him back their lands.

Too late for that.

They've been wrong. They figured somebody's gotta pay.

We didn't have nothing to do with that.

As far as they're concerned, you all share the blame.

Well, that ain't right.

Right or not. That's the way they see it.

The way they attack?

Just keep them picking you off one by one, so you get out of their territory.

But that's another four or five days.

Put him in my wagon.

No. I ain't gonna die in a wagon.

Take a hold and drop me in it.

Time for headin' south.

Now, according to the guy, took the little blues two days' hard ride,

and once we cross it, we head west and north to Fort Kearney.

I don't know.

Whether them Indians been wronged or not, I don't want to lose no more men.

Why don't we put it up to the company?

All right. Go on.

Mr. Burke, just don't know how to make things right with you.

You need another scout.

Now, there's a good one.

Runs a subtler's camp.

Johnson's Fork.

Al McCutcheon.

Tried to trap Beaver with him in the Wind Rivers.

You get him.

He'll take you to Oregon.

Johnson's Fork.

How far right?

30. 40 miles. Do north.

Andy, get me some extra powder and bull.

Where you goin', Paul?

Well, Burke got hurt.

I'm gonna find us a new scout. Give me that one.

You get Daddy some biscuits, some jerky, and some coffee.

Put it in the bag. That's good.

Paul, I want to go with you.

You can't do that, will you, no?

I got it, Pa. I gotta make it right.

Now, listen, son. I know you got a need.

There's a boy.

Put this in the horse.

All right, Pa.

Hey, we're talking about you handling things, right?

I ain't worried.

Ain't nothing gonna happen to you.

Just look after your brother and sister.

I will.

I got what you wanted, Pa.

Oh, good girl.

Hey, got something for you.

Would you hold that for Daddy until I get back?

You ain't never took off Ma's locket before.

Well, I just want you to have a picture

in case you get the scaries while I'm away.

You ain't gonna die, too, are you?

No.

That before you know it.

Let's go, everybody. We're moving out.

You missed a meeting. We voted to move south.

I'll catch up to you.

You leaving the train?

Yeah, Burke told me about a pilot. I'm gonna find him.

What about your wagon?

Andy will take care of it.

All right.

But if he falls behind, we ain't gonna stop for it.

I won't, Mr. Cutler.

Good luck, Thor.

Thank you, Lunt.

We'll look after your youngins.

Thank you, Peggy.

Who, who?

Who?

Show me where you found it.

Don't move.

We're sorry. We don't mean no disrespect.

See? We come to put it back. We don't mean you no harm.

We're sorry.

Now get on back up to the horse.

Go slow.

Think everything will be all right now?

I don't know, partner.

I just don't know.

All right. Yeah.

Come on.

Hey.

Come on. Let's go. Come on.

Don't say nothing about this and no guidebook.

Must be seepage from the river.

Well, how far does it go?

Well, it's hard to tell. I figure we got maybe 10, 15 more miles of this before we hit the main trail.

Are you sure you know where we are, Mr. Cutler?

Well, I've brung us this far and nobody's dead.

We ain't seen an engine in two days.

Or much of anything else except this mud.

Maybe Burke was right. We need a scout.

No. What we need are some strong backs behind that wagon.

Now get there and start pushing.

Don't leave some hilt in the morning and let me know around daylight.

Did you rob me more graves, Stork?

I tried to warn him about that place, but he just need too much to listen.

I've got no fire.

Ain't you the least bit sorry for what you've done to us?

Just let me be, Horst.

Get out of here. Get off the wheel.

Rachel. Rachel. Rachel.

Stop that. Stop it. Get out of there.

Stop it. Now, you hear me? Get up.

Thorpe, get out of here. Get.

Your pa's going to die, Thorpe.

I'll get you, Horst. I swear to God I'll get you.

He's probably buzzards me right now.

Who is it?

Come on, then. Come on.

Sure am glad to see someone.

Uh, I'll find a Johnson's fork.

Please.

You happen to know a fellow by the name of, uh, Kyle McCutcheon.

Mike.

Uh, could I find him there?

Could be.

Uh, this bridge ain't big enough for the two of us.

No.

Well, what I mean is one of us has got to back up.

Looks like.

I've been riding for two days now and I ain't heading to sleep.

Shame.

So it'd be obliged if you'd let me pass.

What you want with Kyle McCutcheon?

I'm with this wagon train, and I'll scout that killed by engines.

You are them immigrants.

Yes, sir, I am.

I ain't come all this way to turn back.

That's about the way I see it.

Can you get your pleasure from the fight?

That's a good one.

Well, I sure wish you could settle this some other way.

Any way you want to.

I want to get to the other side.

Come on. Come on.

Hold it.

Hold it.

How do you hold it?

Like that.

Like that. Okay.

Come on.

Aren't you glad?

Ma'am, excuse me.

Excuse me, ma'am.

Listen, huh?

Ma'am, excuse me.

Johnson's fork.

Johnson's fork.

Ma'am, I've been riding around in circles all day.

We're closed ready yet?

I thought you was headed the other way.

I was, so I took a bath. I wasn't planning on.

Well, now we're on dry land.

I'm still looking for Johnson's fork.

Well, you're standing in the middle of it.

Oh, well, then I'm still looking for a car. I'm going to cut you.

You wanted a pile at your wagon.

Uh-huh. Yes, sir.

Well, I don't think you'll have much luck.

Well, let me just talk to him.

All right.

Thank you.

Excuse me.

There he is.

Enjoy your talk.

Conversation was a little one-sided.

Well, God, there wasn't much on words.

You run the spread of his now?

More or less.

Selling goods in the military and what it used to be.

That's good.

Got a nip to it.

Made it myself.

You ever made it across into Oregon?

Yeah, I was with Bridger on the first passage through the Rockies.

That's one of my bigger followers.

How come?

Because that's what gives you people the idea to settle in Oregon.

I prefer the land and riches. You know, as well as me, it's free.

Ain't nothing in this world free, mister. Somebody's got to pay for it.

This time it's others like me paying for people like you.

They'll mean you no harm.

Well, mean it or not, you brung it.

Did you ever sit outside and hear nothing?

Just listen to nothing.

It keeps getting louder and louder until you think your head's going to bust.

Well, it's when you know you're not alone.

Yes, sir. Something made all this.

Including the silence.

And then all you people had to come in here.

All this humanity pressing in, running the game off and throwing up fences and...

...slapping up buildings.

There ain't no place left for silence.

For better or worse, we are the future.

Afraid so.

Would you consider pilot must of Oregon?

$300 to get us through.

It's like asking a man to put a noose around his neck and kick his horse away and then bury himself.

Now, wait a minute. That's one way of looking at it.

That's another way of looking at it. You can start yourself a new life.

I mean, instead of just sitting here waiting for the old one to end.

What about her?

Who is she?

My wife.

Oh, excuse me.

Well, considering the supplies on the train, I don't think we ought to take her along.

I don't want her to go along. She'd be better off with her own people.

All right, I'll tell you what to do. You throw in five horses and I'll pilot your train to Oregon.

Even though it's against my principles.

Five horses? What do you want five horses for?

Well, she can take them back to her people and that way she'll be sought after and she won't have to beg for a place.

Oh.

What kind of presents the problem?

What?

They say we don't have enough horses. That's why we're going to Fort Kearney.

All right.

I'll send her on to Kearney.

When that wagon train gets there, now you give her the horses.

Don.

Now I got to know a man in length of time before that happens.

I'd better say I'm a good guy.

We did it. Good work, everybody.

Load it up and start moving.

Now we're going to go west for two days and then north to Fort Kearney.

Well, it ain't the course you set when my Pa left.

He'll be looking to meet up with us just north of here.

According to my calculations, we travel west and then north to Fort Kearney.

Yeah, but he won't be able to find us.

Your Pa made his own decision.

I got too many people to worry about to stay here and wait for one man.

We stay in here. We'll catch up with you.

Suit yourself.

Uh, Mr. Crochler, we'll be after staying too.

Give them a bit of company, don't you know?

I guess I could spare a day or so, too.

Do you know how we got those wagons out of the mud?

It was by obeying orders, sharing the load, everybody working together.

We'd still be wrestling with that first wagon if we let everybody make up his own rules.

Now, if you want to get to Oregon, I mean, if you really want to get to Oregon,

you've got to learn the first rule of survival.

And that's what we do, whatever's good for the trade.

Now, what's good for the trade is to get those extra horses up at Fort Kearney

and not wait here for some dead man.

Now, hold on there.

We have no cause to believe that Mr. Thorpe has passed over.

I just wouldn't feel right somehow leaving them out there by themselves.

We thank you, Mr. Ludlow, but we can manage.

You heard the boy. Now, get on your wagon. You, too.

Mr. Cutler, why is it all right for the Thorpes to stay behind, but not us or Mr. Ludlow?

Can't you put a lid on her?

Oh, I'd never try that, Mr. Cutler.

Now, all we're standing here discussing the situation,

we could be making up some of the time we lost.

Lost because of you, Mr. Cutler.

I've got a job to do, holding this train together.

And I'm not about to lose it because of some flannel-mouthed woman

and some stubborn putt.

Now, for the good of the train, I'm ordering you to get ready to pull out of here in ten minutes.

Cutler!

We're staying.

Put him on the wagon.

I think that close is a discussion.

Yeah, I always said we had to get the tape between us and the engines.

We give them our diseases, take their land.

Uh-huh.

Oh, excuse me, sir. Not for you.

Blood.

Better let him rest.

Yeah, let's plumb more out.

Omaha's.

Omaha's.

Yeah, it's supposed to be in a stereotype.

Oh, I don't think this is the time or place to discuss it, do you?

Can you run?

Huh?

Can you run?

Fast as I have to.

I hope you're an honest man, 'cause if you're not, bye.

What?

Well, wait for me.

What's the matter with him?

He had us understand with you, Omaha.

He had us understand.

Well, my boy took a lance and they buried a ground.

What?

My boy took a--

Why the hell did you tell me?

I'm going to bring it out.

Come on, faster, let's go.

Don't these animals talk your tracks?

Just move it out.

I'm fine, Margaret, please let me be.

It'll help take down the swelling.

Andy?

How?

William, let him rest.

I don't have to rest.

It's just a little sore, that's all.

Andy, it's all my fault.

If I hadn't taken that Indian lance,

then this would have happened.

If you hadn't taken that Indian lance,

you wouldn't have got a chance to drive the wagon,

now would you?

Now just watch where you're going, partner, all right?

Get--

Figure we lost him, huh?

He come out of nowhere.

Yes, sir.

Yes, give it a head.

Head downstream, keep your stream.

About a half a brain to do that, we'll go across the place.

Why?

Because they know you with me,

and they know I'd never do anything that stupid.

Why are you stopping?

Now, why don't you get yourself a cupboard?

It ain't too noise.

What happened to you?

What happened to me?

I've been out looking at the countryside.

Where are your horses at?

We left.

This here's your new scout.

What the hell is your name, anyway?

Sprague.

Luther Sprague.

Sprague, Luther Sprague.

You folks going anyplace for taking?

Is that riding around?

We're headed to Fort Kearney.

Kearney?

That's right.

We ain't gonna get there going this way,

'cause Kearney's back that way about a day's ride.

That's east.

That's right.

That's east.

That's west.

North and that's south.

Anything else I can help you with?

I need to say they're going the wrong way.

He's putting it kindly.

How would you know?

Of course, I've been there a few times.

With or without your horse?

This is a great scout Thorpe was going to bring us.

Can't even keep his own horse.

He's gonna take us to Oregon.

Now, according to my calculations,

Fort Kearney's this way.

Well, your calculations must have come

from someplace besides your head,

'cause it's that way.

Let's turn this wagon train around and head it to Kearney,

'cause I got some horses to pick up.

Nobody's turning anything.

Now, get back to your wagon.

Don't get nasty again.

But you sure Kearney's that way.

Keep talking like that.

It's gonna be 10 horses.

Five horses, $300.

I come this far.

I'll go along with you.

Come on.

Thorpe? - What?

Where are you heading?

Fort Kearney.

You come back here.

We're gonna have a meeting about this.

That's right, Annie.

We're gonna have a meeting.

Is everything all right?

Everything's all right, son.

Thorpe, I knew you wasn't dead.

Oh, you're no better than that, darling.

Here, Annie.

Sleep off.

What happened to you? - Mr. Cutler did it.

Well, Annie said he wanted to wait for you.

What?

I wasn't expecting it, pal.

Let's get moving.

Come on.

Thorpe?

We just had a meeting, and we're heading west.

But you're through disrupting this train, and that's in order.

Come here.

Go ahead over there.

Get over here.

Daddy's really sorry.

You shouldn't do that kind of thing in front of children.

There's another.

What are you talking about?

Looks like these corn crackers just selected themselves a new captain.

Don't want to be a captain, want to go to Oregon.

Good enough trouble looking after the children.

Boy, if not, friends, you got it.

We're fine.

Get him.

Get him.