All language subtitles for The.Son.S01E02.1080p.WEB-DL.DD5.1.H264-RARBG

Young Eli:

Pete:
Probably recover the bull
wheel, all the pulleys.

A lot of lumber
can be salvaged, too.

Eli: Just enough
to build a gallows.

We gotta get another rig
up and running.

Start making calls.

To who?

We're not gonna get
any money out of the banks.

Not after this.

There's oil
underneath this ground,

and I intend to get it out,

even if it means the three of us
digging our way to Hades

with a pick and shovel.

Now figure it out!

Well, we do have
that orphan eight sections

up by the midkiffs'.

Are you suggesting
we sell to Percy midkiff?

Just those eight sections.

That Bible-thumpin'
son of a bitch?

There ain't nothing up there
but brush and ladino bulls.

You talk to me
when you get serious.

Selling land
ain't exactly daddy's way.

I'll tell you one thing --

we're about down
to selling that eight sections

or having the bank
sell the whole ranch for us.

You don't have
to convince me.

So, I guess you're just
expecting me to fix everything?

As usual.

I guess
i better get to it, then.

What about that other thing?

It's being handled.

By you or him?

I got it covered.
Don't you worry.

Worrying is my job,
little brother

Morning, Mr. Sullivan.

Hey, there, honey.

You been out here
a while.

Yep.
Making sure those bandits
don't come back?

Well, if they do,
they sure gonna be sorry.

But the river's that way.

Isn't that where
they'd be approaching from?

Why, I wish I would have
thought of that myself.

That better?

Now why don't you go on inside
and practice your piano?

I know your granddaddy
would love

to hear you plink out
"red river valley" one day.

That's boring.

Well, then
some other dulcet tune.

Now go on. Git.

Before I put you
over my knee.

I think my daddy might have
something to say about that.

Maria.

Where do you think he is?

I have no idea.

Hmm.

Okay, amigo.

I'm letting you down.

You destroyed
my property.

I wanna know why.

Was it a reprisal
for Armando?

Suit yourself.

From what everyone says,

Cesar threw his lot in
with a rough crowd.

You'd be surprised
how often these sorts,

they disappear for a few days,
and then pop back up.

Now maybe he's blowing off
steam in Mexico?

Well, listen here,
uh, here's a thought.

The one oil rig
the mcculloughs had up

was attacked last night.

I wonder
if maybe Cesar was involved.

Might explain
his sudden disappearance.

Well, that seems
very unlikely to me.

But you are right

that when something wrong
happens around here,

there's a tendency to blame men
who look like Cesar.

Perhaps colonel McCullough

was upset over the loss
of his property

and got the wrong idea
about my brother-in-law.

Well, Eli is not exactly
the type to go off half-cocked.

I'm sure you realize that most
of the voters in this town

are tejano?

It would be so unfortunate
if word spread

that you refused
to investigate the disappearance

of Pedro garcía's son-in-law.

I'd consider it
a personal favor

if you would speak
to Eli McCullough.

Where are your friends
crossing the river?

Mm-hmm.

What are they hitting next?

What town
are they coming from?

Could I get a word?

How far
you planning on taking this?

There are consequences
for a man's decisions...

No matter
what his last name.

Aw, shit.

Don't look at me.

Keep an eye
on this situation.

You got it, boss.
Come on.

You should just turn him over
to the sheriff.

Be done with it.

Well, we got to find out
what we're up against first.

And the law
is not gonna help us do that.

You beat a man long enough,

he'll admit
to crucifying the savior.

Probably best
to let me do the talking.

Ahh.

So, what'd you do
with the Mexican?

Which Mexican
are we talking about?

Eli.

I assume he got caught during
that unfortunate incident

at your drilling rig.

Those sons of bitches,
they got away scot-free.

Is that right?

Look, a man has a right
to protect his property.

But I cannot have
another incident.

Am I right, Pete?

Oh, I've been saying that
for a while.

Things need to simmer down.

They sure as hell do.

Pete, you heard anything
about this missing Cesar fella?

Only that he travels
with a dangerous crowd.

God damn it, Eli, you know
i wouldn't even be here

if it wasn't
for the election coming.

Mm-hmm.
And the fact is,

you can't win anything around
here without the Mexican vote.

That means a lot
of cabrito come election day.

Oh, well, believe me,
you have our support.

You know, the midkiffs
were generous enough

to kick in $100.

Well, now.

Mark us down for $200.

Well, that is
exceedingly generous.

Thank you.

it's not just newspapers.

I found these
in his desk, too.

Burn all this...
And anything else you find.

Please.

Your son-in-law
has disappeared.

He does that sometimes.

You knew.

You knew what he was doing.

Maria, I am aware
of what goes on in my own home.

Do you share
these sympathies with him?

I share his belief that being
born Mexican in this valley

is very bad luck.

You know, amigo...

The sun
is gonna come up tomorrow,

whether you live or die.

You got to start thinking
about what kind of life

your family
is gonna have without you.

You have a new baby, right?

Think about your boy.

All he'll ever know about you
is that, one night,

you up and disappeared
without a trace.

He'll spend his whole life
wondering if you're really dead

or if maybe
you just met some whore

on the other side
of the river.

He'll never know
you're lying dead in a hole

somewhere
out in our pastures.

What else can I do?

Tell me who's been stealing
our cattle

and where I can find them,
and I'll drive you to the river,

watch you
cross over into Mexico.

Send for your wife
and your boy.

You can start
a new life there.

You'll never let me go.
I'm a man of my word.

Your last name is McCullough.

I'm not my father.

I'm done talking.

I need this, Fred.
Please.

Then use your god-given charms
and get him to take a meeting.

Tell him
to bring his checkbook.

All right.

Things all right?

I dunno.

Are they?

Yeah, we're gonna get
another rig,

and this
will never happen again...

Even if I have to sit out there
all night in my pajamas

to guard it.

What is it, darling?

Can I make a confession?

Mm-hmm.

Sometimes I think
we'd be better off

if things
didn't work out here.

We could sell this land,
have plenty of money,

and all live somewhere safe,
be happy.

You are
the rock of this family.

We all know it.
Stop it.

Well, if I ever gave up
my calcified-bachelor ways,

I'd want a wife
just like you.

Oh, god.

Sometimes I think
i married the wrong brother.

Don't look nervous.

Just figure out a way
to get us out of here.

Thank you
for meeting me.

What's on your mind,
old friend?

All I've ever wanted
was to be left alone...

To run my ranch in peace.

Sounds like
we want the same thing.

Unfortunately,
my livelihood, my ranch,

is coming under attack

from criminals
crossing your land.

Not even god himself
can stop a few thieves

from crossing a river, Eli.

The other night
wasn't some drunk copper-belly

running off
with a slick calf.

That oil rig

cost me an arm and a leg
of borrowed money.

I don't want these bandits
around any more than you do.

Believe me.

And still they ride...

Untroubled
by your disapproval.

Here is the reason
i wanted to meet with you.

Certain things have been
brought to my attention

about Cesar.

If I find they are true,

then I no longer consider him
a part of my family.

And I will consider
this matter between us closed.

But in exchange for this,
i need peace.

You leave my family alone.

You leave my men alone.

Do we have a deal?

Well, that depends.

On what?

Are you
gonna replace my rig?

Are you
gonna replace Armando?

How about Cesar?

My daughter
is now a widow.

And my grandson
has no father.

I am trying to avoid
a war here, Eli.

Nice talking with you,
neighbor.

Hyah! Hyah!

Huh!

Hyah! Hyah!

Hyah!

We already ate.

A man that toils outdoors
works up a big appetite.

You'd best remember that

when you've got
a husband of your own.

I ain't never
getting married.

You aren't getting married,
not "ain't."

And a young lady
pretty as you

will soon be fighting off
handsome young suitors

with a stick.
Any suitors come around me,
I'll shoot 'em.

You born around here?

Curious, that's all.

I was born in brownsville.

You miss it?

Not really.

We had nearly two sections
when I was born,

but it was all taken.

We ended up picking cotton.

Hard way to earn a living.

We were in the fields
six days a week --

my father, two brothers,
and my sister.

Papa thought
he could save up

to buy us
a little rancho again.

But that never happened.

How come?

One day, a few rangers
showed up in the fields

looking
for Emilio Sanchez.

Said he stole a horse.

Never mind my father's name
was Emilio Lopez.

Never mind
we had no horse.

They dragged him
into the brasada.

We heard the shots.

Then they rode off
like nothing happened.

A Mexican is a Mexican,
right?

They had to get someone.

I'm real sorry.

Thanks for the food.

Torrent downloaded from RARBG

I make him a drink
every night before supper.

I thought it'd be bad luck
to skip tonight.

Well, you're right.

He hasn't been gone
that long.

I'll speak with the sheriff
again tomorrow.

He won't do anything.

Nothing will happen.

I will still be here
wondering where my husband is.

Well, whatever happens,
we'll get through it together.

Will we?

Your whole life you have come
and gone as you pleased.

You're only here because you
have nowhere else to go.

I know.

I know that when you're feeling
better, you're gonna leave.

Ana.

But my husband
will still be dead,

and my child
will still have no father.

Don't say that.
You don't know that.

I know
what Cesar has been doing.

He didn't want me to know,
but I did.

I knew the risks,
just like he did.

Pete: Look, I understand
you've got grievances.

I'd feel the same
if I was in your position.

You would never be
in my position.

You know there's a race war
brewing here.

If these attacks keep up,
the whites

are gonna declare open season
on Mexicans.

If war is what it takes
to bring justice to the region,

so be it.

What would be justice,
in your mind?

All you anglos
getting out of south Texas.

That's what
every Mexican wants.

All the Mexicans I know,
they -- they want good jobs,

good schools.

They want to feel safe.

They don't want a war.

You're wrong.
You know something I don't?

This is a much larger movement
than you understand.

A few weeks ago,
a group of Mexican patriots

gathered in secret
to draft a manifesto.

It's been circulating
among my people,

published in papers
your kind don't read.

"El plan de San Diego."

Made the English-language
papers, too.

Probably did more
to recruit people

to the law and order league
than anything else.

It doesn't matter.

Very soon, my people will rise
up and take back our land.

From 100 million Americans.

From the United States army.

How exactly
you see that working?

Go ahead.

Underestimate us.

We're counting on it.

I ain't selling
to the midkiffs.

Well, we may not have to.

I found us a lead
in Austin.

We got a lunch meeting
tomorrow at the driskill.

Tomorrow?

That's a 10-hour drive.

Time is of the essence.

You find out anything?

He's a real true believer,
but I got him talking.

Well, did he give you
any specifics?

No, but he's loosening up.

Well, I'm afraid
we're out of time.

Your brother and i
are leaving for the city.

Wait. Daddy.

No!

Shh.

Who blew up my rig?

Huh?

Aniceto pizaña.

Turn his head.

Now, where are
they hitting next?

T-t-they don't tell me.

This can go on
for a long time if you want.

They don't tell me
anything.
Hmm?

Hmm?

Please, I swear!
I don't know!

Please!
Please, I swear.

I swear, please!
I don't know!

I don't know.

Ah. Well, I reckon
this son of a bitch

is telling the truth.

Yeah.

There's nowhere to run.

The closest whites
are 500 miles away.

This land
kills you quickly.

I'll be fine.

I see the confusion
in your eyes.

The four directions
all look the same to you.

You'll die out there.

Just let me go...Please.

Mm. Do not beg.
It dishonors you.

These women
beat me every day.

I'd rather die
than be a slave.

From the dust
of the four directions,

the great spirit
nanisuwukai

created the first man
on earth.

He was alone
in this great new world

he did not understand.

Soon he was starving.

He would stare all day
at this tall plum tree

whose branches were heavy
with ripe fruit.

But coyote was there,
watching.

Every time the man
reached for the plum,

coyote said,

"do not touch that,
or I will bite you."

So, what did the man do?

Eat your plum, Eli.

Sometimes it's better
to get bitten than to starve.

What the hell
is wrong with you?

I remember aniceto pizaña.

Tejano rancher.

Ran off his land
last summer.

His boy lost a leg
in the shootout.

I'm more concerned
with the man who lost an ear

in our goddamn shed.

What am I supposed
to do with him now?

Can't return a steak
with a bite taken out of it.

Unh-unh. No.
Those days are over.

You sound like a hayseed, son.

I understand things
just fine.

No, you don't.

You've had it
far too easy for too long.

We start killin' folks
like the old days,

it's gonna become a habit

that spreads faster
than a brush fire.

You know that
better than anybody.
Hmm.

It's up to people like us
to set the example,

'cause if we don't,

this whole civilization
slides backwards.

You say slides backward.

I say
reverts to its natural state.

I know you've seen
the worst mankind has to offer.

But so have I.

The only thing
stopping my kids

living through
the same shit you and I did

is deciding
to make the hard choices

instead of the easy ones.

It's deciding
not to kill folks

when there's no good reason.

The world is what it is.

You think that man in there
forgives and forgets?

Hell, he's already dynamited
our property once.

Maybe the next time it's a bit
of dynamite under Sally's car

and Jeannie's school.

That a risk
you're willing to take?

I'm sure you're gonna do
the right thing.

"i was powerful glad
to get away from the feuds,

and so was Jim
to get away from the swamp.

And we said there weren't
no home like a raft, after all.

Other places do seem
so cramped up and smothery,

but a raft don't.

You feel mighty free and easy
and comfortable on a raft."

Aw.
What happens next?

You're gonna have
to wait for tomorrow.

It was against the law to help
an escaped slave, wasn't it?

Sure was.

So huck
was doing something wrong.

Most everyone thought so,
yeah.

I would have helped him,
too.

Sweet dreams, honey.

Night, daddy.

Get up.

Cesar: Where are
you taking me?

Pete:
Keep your voice down.

Get in there.

Can you swim?
Yeah.

Good. Let's go.

you're letting me go?

Just like that?

You can't ever show your face
around here again.

You understand?

When I'm halfway across,
you'll shoot me.

Why would I do that?

No mess to clean up.

My body
would drift downriver,

maybe all the way
to the Gulf.

I told you --
I'm not my father.

Okay?

Okay.

You'll be able
to make it across?

Yeah.

I was trying
to save you.