All language subtitles for Red.Road.2E02(1)

(grunts)

(groans)

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(sighs)

Smart you didn't run.

- Phillip: No uniform today?
- Oh, uh, I'm not a cop today.

Junior told us
what really happened with Mac.

Said he caught you
trying to flee the scene.

Junior: We're not letting outsiders
handle our business.

We're here to make you confess.

Yeah? And then what?
You gonna hang me?

Stanley:
That's not a bad idea.

Tell the truth
and take what comes.

Shit, Junior.

You rounded up yourself
a hell of a posse here.

I hope you brought
something to do it with,

'cause I really don't
like your odds.

(grunting)

(coughs)
Oh, hell. A bat?

Come on, Frank. You're gonna
give the kid nightmares.

Give him a gun.
(coughs)

Frank:
Hit him, Junior.

I won't hurt you,
if you just confess.

If I confess, then I'd be lying.

And I can't lie to you, Junior.

Come on, Junior.
You can do better than that.

Give me that.

(grunts)

(grunting)

(groaning)

- You don't have to do that.
- Back off, Junior.

Last chance.

I didn't kill him.

(groaning)

(grunts)

(coughs)

Aschell. Jensen.

FBI wants us to help them
find Junior Van Der Veen.

Nobody up there will talk to 'em.

And what are we supposed to do?
'Cause they don't talk to us, either.

What do they want him for?

They want us to make him
reconfirm his statement.

Just something
to put the pressure on.

Get him a little closer to turning
on his scumbag brother.

Didn't you say you were
going to the Chief's wake?

- I know the family a little bit.
- Kid might be there.

Well, I'm not gonna grab him
at a wake.

- I can.
- What, and start a riot?

Be happy to do that for you,
Captain.

- If you can do it discreetly...
- No, I got it.

I got it.

Okay.
Thanks, guys.

Harold.

You bring this kid in,
it's gonna look real good.

You read me?

I'll find him.

(distant baby crying)

Good afternoon, Mrs. Jensen.

Hello.
It's been eight weeks.

You can check,
but it's been eight weeks.

Eight weeks and three days.

You're slacking.

Woman:
You're all set.

Phillip:
I need to see a doctor.

Receptionist:
Fill out both pages, both sides.

- But it'll be a while.
- Phillip: Any way to move this along?

Like I said, it'll be a while.

(woman coughs)

(coughing continues)

(coughing continues)

Hey.

Oh, uh...

Had a little run-in
with a half-assed lynch mob.

Are you okay?

Yeah.

What are you doing here?

I'm donating blood.
Is that tar?

Smells, don't it?

I shouldn't have left you
in the woods that time.

I wouldn't have done it
if I'd known you were sick.

- Really, I didn't know.
- No, it's okay. It's my fault.

I should have told you.

They let you give blood?

Don't they have you
taking drugs?

Antipsychotics.

Sounds like something I need,
not you.

Don't tell them,
because if you tell them,

they might not let me give.

It doesn't taint the blood,
but they still don't let you.

Don't worry.
I'm not gonna tell anybody.

It's our secret.

I don't know. You sure those doctors
didn't make a mistake?

No, no mistake.
There's plenty wrong with me.

If you say so.

You were in prison?

Yeah, just for a year.

Oh, well, that's nothing, so...

Why you giving blood, anyways?

I'm trying to feel useful.

No one trusts me
to do much these days.

Can't say I blame them, but...

I wouldn't trust me, either.

Yeah, I know the feeling.

I have to go meet Harold.

I hope things
get better for you.

(man chanting)

(chanting continues)

Woman:
My Father,

your kingdom
is the earth and sky.

He journeys west

through all seasons

to know your great power.

- Amen.
- All: Amen.

(drums beating)

(men chanting)

I hope you don't mind us
being here.

We just wanted
to offer our support.

Appreciate you coming.

I'm sorry.
I lost my brother, too.

I know how hard it is.

Thank you.

Is Junior here?

Haven't seen him
since the night it happened.

He's like Mac...
prefers to go through things alone.

Somebody from the FBI
came by looking for Junior.

Is that why you're here?

I'm just paying my respects.

- Thank you.
- Yeah.

- (speaking native language)
- Hmm.

- You okay?
- Mm-hmm.

Are they speaking to you now?

Who?

The ones who live in your head.

Ahem.

Word went around after
your settlement with the Morgans.

I'm sorry.
I knew I shouldn't have come.

It was... it's insulting
for me to be here.

You shouldn't be so angry
with yourself.

I have a cousin
with schizophrenia.

He's been asked
to endure so much.

Tried a lot of traditional
and Native treatments.

Really?
What kind of Native treatments?

Can we go home?

I think I just ate squirrel.

I think it might be venison, dear.

Marie?

Marie.

My condolences.

Mac was one of a kind.

Yes.

I've heard you're to be named
interim chief.

I've been asked.
Hasn't been decided.

I've been busy
burying my brother.

Mac and I had our differences
in the past.

No use denying it.

- On that, we can agree.
- We had moved on.

We recently had good talks
about building a casino here.

Mac was coming around.

Knew I had access to architects,
builders, casino management.

I could help get everything
off the ground.

Mac would never agree
to a casino.

Neither will I if I'm chief.

Never say never, Marie.
People change.

Not so sure about that.

Is Junior here?

You dare show up here?
Get your sorry ass out.

I didn't kill him.

(straining)

I heard you were the victim
of vigilante justice.

You recognize
any of the guys that did it?

A couple of them
seemed kind of familiar.

Well, you should tell Frank.

He's heading up
the Tribal Police force.

Maybe I will.
Thank you.

Well, I can't be seen
talking to you now, or ever, really.

Understood.
Well, sorry he died.

Sorry for you, I mean.

I did respect him, though.

Maybe even liked him a little.

You're starting to sound
a little guilty.

- Oh, maybe I need a lawyer.
- Oh, no "maybe" about it.

I wouldn't have killed a guy just
for kicking me off of his damn tribe.

That's not why
you would do it, though.

You're working for those guys
in Atlantic City, right?

Mac said they were friends
of your father's?

What the hell
are you talking about?

You think someone's gonna hire me
to kill somebody with this thing on?

What did Mac have going on
with Atlantic City?

Come on,
I'd like to go back to the time

when only half the people
on this mountain wanted me dead.

They thought he might
be interested in gaming.

They were trying to bribe him,

get him to withdraw
our recognition bid.

And then what are they
afraid of us for?

We're 26 miles from Manhattan.

If we build a casino,

we're gonna siphon off
a good chunk of their customers.

(door opens, chains clinking)

Guard:
All right, you got five minutes.

(handcuffs click)

Christ, it's good to see you.

So good.

This a blessed day.

It's a blessed day.

They told me I wasn't
allowed no visitors.

You're not.

I know a guy in the Walpole PD.

He got the warden
to make an exception.

That's good.
I knew you'd find a way.

I'm not here to talk.
I just want to ask you a question,

and then you can go back
to dying in a box.

I love you.

You know,
you're a good boy, Phillip.

I want you to know that.

The Chief was murdered.

- Marie's brother?
- Yes.

That's a shame.

It's a shame when people die,
even people as dumb as him.

The tribe's been recognized,

and I heard your buddies
in Atlantic City

were worried about competition.

Oh. Maybe they are.

So do you know
anything about that?

You got to pay.
Come on.

If you want to know,
you got to pay.

One year inside,
and you're already cracking up.

If you don't,
somebody else will.

Sounds like something's
happening out there.

And you ain't the only one
with a pal in the Walpole PD.

I'll tell you one thing, though,

nobody's building shit
on that mountain.

- Why's that?
- 'Cause it's a burial ground.

Ghosts get angry.

Hey, your old man is in...
in chains...

like a slave,
and that doesn't bother you?

This is your last stop.
You're gonna die in this place.

That makes me happy.

Hmm.

If a man die, shall he live again?

Right.

That's all you got to do now...
read the Bible.

It's a good book.
You should, too.

(chuckles)
You know you was conceived

in the back of a truck
between a church and a graveyard?

I'd tell you to go kill yourself,
but I know you don't have the balls.

(sighs)
If you're here, then you're desperate,

so come back with some money.

I'm not coming back.

Oh, yes, you are.

Maybe not on purpose,
but you will.

I pray every night
that you'll end up in here with me,

and I know God's listening.

Hey.
What happened with Mike?

How'd you kill him?
You bury him up there, too?

(door opens, closes)

(man coughing)

Hmm.

Bitterroot. Just tuck it
between your gum and cheek.

- It will help ease your arthritis pain.
- Okay.

(speaks native language)
Hmm.

All right.
Matthew will help you now.

Thank you.

It's a beautiful day out,
Mr. De Freese.

- Let's go outside.
- (speaks native language)

I'm sorry. I realize
I probably should have called.

Oh. I was wondering if you
were gonna look me up.

Hmm.

You had mentioned Native treatments
that helped your cousin...

- the one who's like me?
- Yes.

He tried a lot of different things

before he finally
found something that worked.

So it was medicine
that helped him?

Not medicine.

He let the voices in.

I'm not sure I understand.

(sighs)
For one hour a day,

you find somewhere that's private,

and you stop fighting.

You welcome in whatever comes...

voices, visions.

Turn nothing away,
no matter how much it scares you.

No, if I welcome them,
they'll just keep coming.

They'll think I want them to stay,
and my head will explode.

Hmm.

What if I lose control?

Maybe it's not for you.

Like I said,
Matthew tried many things.

You'll find your own path.

Matthew, that young man,
is your cousin?

Yes.
He works as my aide now.

He's a big help.

But more importantly,
his spirit is happy.

Warren: So how you doing
on tracking down that kid?

Well, he wasn't at the wake,
but I got a good lead.

Good.

So, I, uh, spoke to the mayor.

Talked up you helping
the feds out on this.

Appreciate that.

I mean, you supporting me,
that means a lot.

I guess the fact that you and I are once
again having lunch together

means that you making friends
at the department was a bust.

I just want to do my job,
you know?

They don't have to like me.

You don't want to be Captain Ahab.

Wait until you get the job first.

Hmm.

What the hell are you gonna do
when you retire, anyway,

besides driving Dorothy nuts?

Well, I've been driving Dorothy nuts
since the fourth grade.

Mm-hmm.

Now I guess it'll just be
my full-time gig.

Doctor says she's almost
well enough to travel.

I want to take her somewhere nice.

Oh, yeah?

You all right?

Yeah.

All right.
Better get to it.

- Marie around?
- Eddie: Nope.

I need to borrow that dog.

Who borrows a dog?

- A dog molester.
- Yeah, very funny.

That right?
You some kind of weirdo dog pervert?

It's for the investigation.
My department's assisting the FBI.

What's to investigate?
Kopus is right up the road.

Well, the dog was all over
the crime scene.

He may have gotten
DNA evidence on him.

Come on.

(dog panting)

Attaboy.

(metal clanking)

(barking)

Junior: What are you doing
with Mac's dog?

He was the only one
willing to help me find you.

You been camping out here?

Living, not camping.

The FBI needs to talk to you.

I need you to come with me.

No, thanks.

Are you afraid of Kopus?
You don't need to be.

I'll make sure he stays
far away from you.

I'm not afraid of him.

Then come with me.

I don't trust the FBI
any more than I trust cops.

This is not just gonna go away.
I found you.

Eventually,
they're gonna find you, too.

Oh, here we go.

I heard you agreed
to be interim chief.

Yes, I did.

Tell them you changed your mind.

There's people in Atlantic City who
think you're gonna put a casino up here,

put them out of business.

Which means
they're gonna lean on you.

I think they killed Mac.

My brother wasn't involved
with the mob, Phillip.

Do you have a gun in the house?

Eddie: We can take care of Marie
just fine.

Nobody needs you. You're the one
we need to protect her from.

You need to learn how
to shut your mouth, Eddie.

- Oh, you interested in teaching me?
- Okay, stop.

Yeah, I have a gun.

And I'm a good shot,
as you well know.

I'm gonna watch the house
as much as I can,

but if they want to get to you,
they're gonna get to you.

You can't be doing this, anyways.
You're sick.

I'm in remission, Phillip.
I'm fine.

(timer ticking)

(ticking)

(birds chirping)

Woman's voice:
There's only one soul between you.

Black eggs grow inside you.

Man's voice:
Listen to them.

There are twins inside.

You can hear one
eating the other.

Woman's voice:
If I took out your eyes,

could you still see?

You grew together,
but you will die alone.

Man's voice:
Can she...

- (animal snarls)
- Woman's voice: You can hear him?

Man's voice:
You aren't listening to us, are you?

(voices continue, stop)

Okay, thanks.
We'll take it from here.

Yeah, I'm good.

Suit yourself.

Okay.

Junior.

The FBI asked us to review
your statement with you.

All you have to do is answer yes or no.
You understand?

Just ask me
what you're gonna ask me.

I don't want to be here
any longer than I have to.

I'll bet you're getting pretty used
to police stations by now.

You were in juvie, right?

That zoo up in Trenton?
I heard it's pretty rough.

I guess.

Well, watch out.
You're almost 18.

Pretty soon, we can start
caging you with the big dogs.

Just ask him the questions.

You stated a few minutes
after you found the Chief's body,

a truck pulled up driven by
your brother Phillip Kopus.

He is not my brother.
We got different blood.

But you are still saying that you were
the first to arrive on the scene.

You're still saying that's true.
Yes or no.

Yes.

And you stated this happened
around 8:00?

Yeah.

Now, the Chief disenrolled Phillip
after he was arrested last year.

Were you aware of that?

You have to say it, Junior.

No.

Has Phillip Kopus
ever threatened you?

No.

Are you aware
that he's been connected

to three unsolved murders
in the state of Florida?

You guys...
you always connect us

to whatever the hell
you don't have an answer for.

So then why bother
telling us the truth?

I mean, that's
what you're saying, right?

Yeah, that's what I'm saying.

- Can I talk to you for a second?
- No.

So which part of
this statement is false...

all of it or just half of it?

- Junior, get up.
- Sit down.

You're free to go.
If the FBI want to interview you,

make sure you have
a lawyer with you.

What the hell are you doing?

Rachel: L... I don't know.
I'm... I'm worried, Dad.

I don't know.

No, her car's still here,
so maybe she's...

Harold, you don't have
to worry about me.

I'm fine.
I just went for a walk.

Okay. Bye.

(telephone beeps)

- You cut yourself?
- I know. It's okay.

I want to finish
your financial-aid forms today.

(doorbell rings)

Don't let that get infected.

Would you like some toast?
I can make you some.

No.
No, ma'am.

Are you sure?
It'll take two seconds.

Mom.
He said he's good.

Thank you, though.

Well, if nobody wants anything,
I'll just be in the other room.

Those are new.

You like 'em?

Yeah. Cool.

You look... you look pretty.

I, um, tried calling you
while you were in juvie,

but you were always
being punished or something.

It was just for smoking.

I missed you.

Yeah?

Ahem.

Um... sorry.

Um, are you back at your mom's?

No.

I'm living outside now,
the way my people used to

before, you know,
this world turned ugly.

You're not living back then,
Junior.

Yeah, I am.

This world... it's not real.

It's just a shadow
of the real one.

I like that.

Did you make it up?

No.

Listen, why don't you, uh...
why don't you come out,

see where I'm living?

Okay.

I'll call you.

I don't have a phone anymore.
Mac didn't like them.

He said that they're worse
than cigarettes.

What?

Yeah, he gave me this, though.

I drew a path for you.

(knock on door)

Come on, Captain.
I'll take you home.

Dorothy's probably wondering
where you are.

Aschell told me that kid
was ready to roll on his brother

and you put
the goddamn brakes on.

Well, Aschell was out of line.

I thought you wanted my job.

- I do.
- Well, then you find a way

to pin it on this kid's brother

who we both know
belongs in prison.

Yeah, I wouldn't do that
even if I did think he did it.

You willing to throw away
your promotion on it?

- It's not about him.
- It is about him.

It's about him and you

and that weird connection
you two have.

I need you to listen to me.
I need you to take over for me,

- not Aschell.
- Why?

Because I care about this town.

Because I care about
the people that live here.

- So do I.
- Well, good. Then trust me!

Trust me and do
what I'm telling you to do.

And when the day comes
for you to take over for me,

then maybe you'll understand.

Maybe you'll understand
why I needed it to be you.

Why don't you sleep it off
in here?

Don't let Dorothy
see you like this.

Don't worry.
She won't.

(door opens)

Hey!

- What are you...
- Mike was a friend of mine.

It's no big deal.
Don't worry.

There's no strings attached.

I just owed Mike.

(car door opens, closes)

(telephone rings)

- Hello?
- Woman: Is Harold Jensen there?

No, I'm sorry.
He's not here right now.

I'm not sure if you remember me.
This is Dorothy Warren's niece.

Yes.
Of course I remember you.

We met at Dorothy's birthday party.
How are...

I'm calling because Aunt Dorothy
passed away today.

I don't believe it.

Dorothy seemed to be doing
so much better lately.

I know.

But my aunt
was a pretty private person.

I think she may have known
the end was coming

but didn't want to burden anyone.

He's in shock, I think.

Thank you again for relieving me
so I can put my little ones to bed.

I'll be back first thing
in the morning.

Can I get you some food?

I could heat you up some soup,
or there's some nice banana bread.

Warren: I don't need you
to worry about me.

Want to make sure Dorothy
is gonna be okay.

Promise me everything
will be nice for Dorothy... top-notch.

Of course. I promise.

They, uh...

want me to bring something
for her to wear.

Could you pick out
something nice for me?

I'm not good at that kind of stuff.

I'll take... I'll take care of it.

Shit.

(vehicle approaches)

- What did your father say?
- Not much.

Hey, I stuck my neck out
to get you in there

'cause you said
he had information.

He told me
it was probably the mob.

- Probably?
- Yeah.

He says he knows something
about the mountain...

something big.

I don't think he's bluffing,

but he ain't gonna give it up
unless he's getting paid.

Really?

He doesn't know shit.

Now I need you to listen to me.

There's a train that's about
to run your ass over,

and I'm done
standing in front of it.

You think I don't know
when I'm being played?

Hey, man, you can't search my house.
You don't have jurisdiction.

Yeah, you're right.
Too bad this isn't your house.

Phillip: Some kids got in there
and made a mess, that's all.

Jensen: Hmm.
Looks like somebody tossed the place.

Kids, huh?

They tore it up pretty good.

Some big-ass kids. What do you think
they were looking for?

Drugs, probably.
I don't know.

You know, Junior is this close
to getting sent back to juvie for you.

Like you haven't done enough
to screw his life up already.

Oh, yeah, that's something
coming from you, Lieutenant.

(coat hangers clacking)

I know Dorothy liked these,
especially the yellow one.

Yeah, she called it
her daffodil dress.

Well, I can bring it
to the dry-cleaners

and get it pressed
first thing in the morning

and then bring it over
to the funeral home.

Whenever Dorothy
would wear that yellow dress,

she'd make me wear my gray suit.

I guess they were a match.

Could you...

take the suit in, as well?

Of course. Yes.

Do you need me
to do anything else for you?

Yeah.

Hand me that...
that blanket there in the basket.

Thank you.

Thank you, sweet Jean,
for everything.

Well...

I argued with Harold earlier.
I'm sorry.

It's not important.

Harold will understand.

That's okay. That's okay.

You can leave those.
Leave those.

Bill, I'm...
I'm so sorry about Dorothy.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry I killed my wife.

You don't have to stay.

It's over.
Dorothy's at peace.

No, I want to stay.

I'll just call Harold
to tell him where I am.

No. A lot of people
coming over in the morning.

I want to be by myself.

Please.

(engine starts, music plays)

♪ Well, I remember yesterday ♪

♪ Just drifting slowly
through a crowded street ♪

♪ With neon darkness
shimmering through the haze ♪

♪ A sea of faces
rippling in the heat ♪

♪ And from that nameless
changing crowd ♪

(gun shot)

♪ A sweet vibration
seemed to fill the air... ♪

(music playing)

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