All language subtitles for Iron.Horse.S02E04.Five.Days.To.Washtiba.WEB-DL.AAC2.0.H.264-squalor ENGLISHripdf

(Train whistle blowing)

(Theme music playing)

Where was it last, Ben?

That wildcat mining town.

No, I believe it was
a yazoo riverboat.

We were both gambling.

(Laughs)

And I lost.

No.

You never lose, countess.

No, not anymore.

One of the benefits
of settling down.

No more rainbow runs for me.

I've never thought of
you putting your roots

down anywhere.

Oh, they're down.

Acceptance is the word.

I wanna stay here.

Help build this new town.

(People clamoring)

Then here is to the
end of your rainbow.

To the site of the new town.

(People clamoring)

Mr. Calhoun.

Hi. Greetings.

Shaker. Gaine.

Ben. Ben.

I thank you for
stopping to pick up

the countess on your way here.

You give a decorative touch
to the occasion, countess.

One of the nice things about
owning a railroad, building new towns.

You get so many
chances to see old friends.

Well, why don't you boys
help yourself to a drink?

The saloon's open.

I don't think we got anything
to drink to yet, Mr. Calhoun.

Your option to lay a track
across our land expires in six days.

That's right. I suppose
you've got a suggestion.

Well, excuse me.

Everything's been set
up for the celebration, Ben.

Shaker here was
just reminding me,

we're 90 days behind
in our schedule, Dave.

Well, we can blame that on the
delay we had bridging devil's gap,

the other side of
your old town, sir.

Well, that's no skin
off our nose, is it?

And I don't think you're
about to lay 75 miles

of track across our land
from here to washtiba pass,

on the six days you got
left in the old contract.

But there's no need
to worry, Mr. Calhoun.

After you get to know
me better, Mr. Shaker,

you'll find out I never worry.

You go right ahead
with what you're saying.

Well, seeing as how we
got you and your railroad

between a rock and a hard place,

we'll be happy to give
you a three month renewal.

And all we want for
it is an extra $10,000.

Just to sweeten the pot.

I see.

Maybe we are a little premature,
gentlemen, in our celebration.

I'll start laying track again
first thing in the morning.

Go north. Around your land.

But that's a good distance
out of your way, Mr. Calhoun.

Yes, it is.

Also puts the rail ahead a good
distance away from your land.

You promised to railhead here.

No. I contracted to
put the railhead here.

Mr. Shaker has just reminded
me that contract ends in six days.

All right, uh...

What do you want if we renew?

Same as it was before. But
with a three months' extension.

Strings attached,
all free and clear,

and no sweetenin' the pot.

Mr. Shaker, it is also
our option to the future.

You and your smart ideas.

Now I say we sign right now.

There was no harm in trying.

We'll sign the contract
after the celebration.

Folks will be trooping in for
food and drink in a couple hours.

Good, shall we continue outside?

What would happen if
they'd called your bluff?

(Chuckles) We'd
have lost the pot.

(People clamoring)

Boys!

In two days, our
construction crew's

gonna start laying track again.

But here on this site's
gonna rise a new city.

Gateway.

It'll become the crossroads
of the western world.

(All cheering)

Man: Indians!

Cheyenne.

I get to kill the first one.

You insist on standing
in the line of fire, Calhoun.

You'll be blasted
over the landscape.

Don't cross us,
Calhoun. We'll get 'em.

If you're interfering,
we'll get you.

I am chief Saul.

I know who you are.

My wife and child
know all of you.

In their graves.

Ben, we can't
afford to get involved.

I've got a reason
to get involved.

All right, where is it?

What have you
Cheyenne done with it?

One of them had my
brother's scalp tied to his belt!

The Cheyenne split
my brother's face in half.

These people come in peace.

They've got their women
and children with them.

Are you standing with them,
Calhoun? Them butchers?

That time has passed.

Let us go home.

Let us through to die beyond
the washtiba, where we were born.

Go back to your reservation

while you have the chance.

There, the hot
lands kill my people.

Many more died
on the trail. This...

This is all that is
left of what we were.

Even one is too many.

(Gunshot)

No, long arrow.

All we ask is to pass in peace.

That seems like a
reasonable enough request.

This is our land and
they will not cross it.

Mr. Olsen, are you afraid of a few
women and children and old men?

These people are starving.

We don't feed vultures.

Well, at least let them camp
where they are until morning.

No, this is our land.

Beg your pardon, sir, this is
the railroad's property right now.

I'll be the one that says
who stays and who doesn't.

And I say they're
gonna camp here tonight.

Mr. Shaker...

Send someone back to
town, the celebration's off.

Gaine, form a
dogwatch around here.

If any of them try to leave
this camp, shoot to kill.

You did it again.

Yes, and you would've
done the same thing.

Well, maybe by tomorrow, the
ranchers have a chance to cool off.

I wish that were true.

But they've had five years to simmer
down and that hasn't happened yet.

One night seems like
an awful short time.

Chief Saul, I owe you a favor.

I do not remember that
a white man owes me.

At rosager creek,

the first track I ever laid

for the bps&d,

we were under an Indian attack.

You came in and called 'em off.

We were outnumbered.

Ben Calhoun!

I did not do it to help you.

But to spare needless
bloodshed of my braves.

Nevertheless, you saved my life.

And I don't forget a favor.

And I can never forget
that railroad caused

downfall of Indian.

Possibly. I hope not.

At any rate,

that iron horse can help
you a good deal at this point.

I can give you a big lift back
towards your reservation.

Your iron horse does
not go to the washtiba.

Those men are beyond
reason at this point.

They'd kill you
before they let you

set foot on their land.

Then we die.

What about the children?

At least they will
never know shame.

Hey.

What do you think
you're doing, boy?

Feeding them.
It's one of my jobs.

Dump it.

I said get rid of it!

(Scoffs) I don't think so.

Let him go.

Your father says
you're not to fight.

Those are the
words of an old man.

(Gun clicks)

And they're as
empty as our rifles.

Go get some more
soup and feed them.

You got any complaints against
any of my men, you come to me.

Here, maybe this will cool your
hate down to a comfortable simmer.

Every breath they
take fouls the air.

So, help me, the
next time Calhoun...

He's got too much at stake.

Besides, you're forgetting
the fact that those Indians

are valuable property.

What do you mean? Bounty.

The government's willing
to pay at least $150 a head

for those reservation jumpers.

So, come tomorrow,

they'll have to get off
this railroad right of way.

And when they do, we'll get 'em.

What's your name? Moondrift.

How are you called? Barnabas.

Moondrift's a pretty name.

My father named me.

He was a great warrior.

His grave lies
beyond the washtiba.

(Weakly) Washtiba. Washtiba.

(Speaking native
language) Washtiba.

Washtiba.

What's she saying?

(Elderly women continues
speaking in native language)

She talks of
snowcapped mountains,

green meadows,

with wild running deer.

She reminds her
husband of his promise.

That she will see the
washtiba once more.

(Speaking native language)

And him?

Chief Saul never lies.

He promises to bring us there.

Well, moondrift, that
pass is a long way off.

Even of those
ranchers let you through,

I really don't think... My
grandfather never lies.

(Knock on door)

Come in.

Can I talk to you
for a minute, Ben?

Certainly, sit down.

You know...

Sven Olsen's a
fine, upstanding man.

They go with his decisions.

Use him for a judge.

Right now, he's
sitting in his camp,

weighing the power of
the law against the gun.

Searching for an answer.

Well, it would appear that he's
already reached his decision.

Stay out of it, Ben.

If you mix in more,

they won't allow
you your right of way.

One thing you're gonna
have to remember, countess.

They need me as
much as I need them.

You can't reason with hate.

Shaker's already counting
up his bounty money.

After handing them
over to the army.

Gaine is full of revenge,
hungry for blood.

And Olsen's keeping
them in check, is that it?

Sure, but don't count on him.

He wants me to tell you.

There's no way they'll
let those Indians through.

No way you can help.

And what about you, countess?

How do you feel
about the Indians?

It's never been a part of your
character to run away from trouble.

Time's caught up with me, Ben.

Too many cattle towns.
Too many mining camps.

They've accepted me here.

Sven Olsen in particular, huh?

A very special breed of man.

Does he know everything?
I mean, all about you?

As far as he's concerned,

I was born here a year ago.

Nothing else makes
any difference to him.

(Knock on door)

Come in.

Mr. Calhoun.

Could you excuse us for
a few moments, barnabas?

Yes, sir, but I thought
that you might like to know

that the Indians aren't
in too good shape.

There's nobody to doctor them.

Chief Saul's squaw, I don't
think she's gonna make it.

She wouldn't touch
any of the soup.

I don't think they can
make it to washtiba anyway.

I don't think so, either, ma'am.

But the chief promised
'em they could.

And those people
believe he never lies.

Well, I'll go make some coffee.

Why didn't they go
around this land?

It's too far.

You've doctored enough
busted up cowboys

to know they couldn't
make it in their condition.

Even if they get past tonight,

what about tomorrow?

Ben, you know those Indians
are reservation jumpers?

We could get this
railroad into trouble.

Don't you think I know that?

Yeah, but chief Saul
doesn't care what you do.

But I care. I know.

I don't know, you just...

You can't blame Olsen and
those others for the way they feel.

You heard what the
Cheyenne did to 'em.

And evidently, you haven't heard
what they did to the Cheyenne.

You only heard
one side of the story.

We're not put here to
judge who's right or wrong.

The fact is, that we're
here. So are they.

We've got to do whatever we can.

But if the government wants
to push this thing far enough,

we could lose the railroad.

We'll survive.

But they may not.

It's wrong, sven.

You don't understand
what they did to us.

Was it any worse than what
you intend to do to them now?

All we want is
to be rid of them.

Well, that's easy.

Just feed them and let them
move through to washtiba.

Otherwise, they'll die on the
trail if you send them back.

We agreed to do
nothing that is not legal.

Well, that doesn't
make it right.

Countess, don't
stand against us.

Form your deadline outside these
red markers where our property begins.

Nobody passes through!

All right, get inside our
red flags and stay there!

Woman: Stop, chief, stop, stop.

We're through talking, Calhoun.

Those Indians are
not crossing our land.

All right.

Then they'll have
to go through it.

Let 'em try it.

I said through it, not on it.

Now, you want everything legal?

That's the way it's gonna be.

We've got a strip of
land here 30 feet wide

and 75 miles long.

Goes right through your land.

Dave, set up two drag lines.

30 feet apart.

Barnabas!

Get all the supplies we've got.

You can't do that.

He is within the law.

Your option is up on
noon of the fifth day.

You have given me a
three months' extension.

That was yesterday
before they came.

You stick your neck out for
them, you may lose your railroad.

If it hadn't been
for chief Saul,

I wouldn't have a railroad.

You can sure keep it
running smooth now, Calhoun.

By just backing away from them.

Meanwhile, I've
still got the five days.

Get off of my land.

They'll need medical supplies.

Some of the
children are feverish.

First aid kit in my car. Get it.

Countess!

You step over that line,

your life here is finished.

Now, you step across
the line, Mr. Olsen.

I'm settin' up these drag lines.

Olsen: No, we'll set them up.

If that's what you want,
we'll lock 'em in your prison.

And if any of them move an
inch across that 30 foot strip,

we'll kill them for trespassing.

(Urging horse)

Five more days. You
think they'll make it?

They won't last a day.

They're gonna get
the chance, though.

You're outside the law.

Instead of helping them,

you should be reporting
these reservation jumpers.

You've got the same option.

And you've got the men
to go after the cavalry.

If you can find them.

You figure, by the time we
do, you'll get to washtiba?

Exactly the way I figured.

We'll count the dead.

The bounty will
still be the same.

I think we better put
him on the travois.

Feather is a young
brave. He wants to walk.

Got yourself a new
trade, countess?

Leave me alone.

A squaw giving orders now, huh?

(Dog barks in distance)

Barnabas: Brought you
some stew from our camp.

You are kind.

You better eat something too.

I have eaten.

Moondrift, now I
know you haven't.

So, come on, take
a little, all right?

Please.

I'm known for my
cooking, but bad as it is...

Go, please.

We're trying to help you,

what's wrong with you anyway?

You are our enemy.

Yeah, well, those
kids are hungry.

(Dog barks in distance)

(Gunshot)

Ben: Wait! Don't shoot!

Put your gun way, get these
people down the way to the path.

Don't cross the line!
Get away from there!

Come back across that line!

(Gunshots) That's enough.

You're worse than the Cheyenne.

Just having fun.

It almost got 'em to step
across the line into our territory.

Mr. Gaine said we should try
to get 'em to step across the line.

(Gunshots) Call them off.

I said call them off!

(Gunshot)

Come on, back!

I say we stop
them now, for good.

You need the cover of night of
kill women and children, huh?

I've heard enough from you.

Don't try it, Morgan.

Put away your guns, all of you.

What's the matter, Olsen?

You losing your
stomach for this?

We're within our
rights this time.

These two are
trespassing on our land.

And they're armed.

Please, Mr. Calhoun,
what he says is legal.

Turn over your guns and
get on your side of the line.

Now the guns are
on our side of the line.

Mr. Gaine says you better
stay on your side of the line.

Any objections, railroad man?

I can't find the words
to express 'em right now.

You got four days, Calhoun!

And you ain't gonna make it.

Your options are gonna run out,

and you and them Indians
ain't even gonna see washtiba.

Four days,

then that strip of land of
yours comes back to us.

How's the food holding up?

Now good, our
water's running low.

Better cut rations
in half again.

We've got my horse
and Dave's horse.

We can put travois on if any
of these people need any help.

Boy, this sure do taste good.

What's your name?

Rabbit, huh?

How would you like to
play a little game, rabbit?

Oh, come on, now, that's...

That's no way for a
young brave to act.

Go ahead, get it.

(Grunts)

Hold it!

Get back across that line.

Some way to run a railroad.

What did you do that for?

There's no point
in baiting the kid.

You changing sides, shaker?

I'm still on the money's side

but we don't have to
torture kids to get it!

(Sighs)

You should keep an eye on him,

before he gets
into more trouble.

It was not his doing.

You knew moondrift, you don't
have to go with the rest of them.

I mean...

What happens to
them, happens to me.

All right, let's move out.

These are for walking in
the moonlight and dancing.

Definitely not for a long walk.

You can't make it
without your shoes.

(Chuckles)

I was unshod till I was 16.

When I put on my
first pair of shoes,

I traded one way
of life for another.

So, now, it's back
to nature, huh?

Or possibly, heritage.

The washtiba pass,
through those mountains.

Barnabas: How far?

Dave: Uh, 20
miles, more or less.

It better be less.

My grandfather promised
she would see the washtiba.

She's gone, moondrift.

My grandfather never lies.

And the rest? Will they
get through to washtiba?

We have till noon tomorrow.

You didn't answer my question.

We'll have to
get an early start.

Ben: What do you
think you're doing?

I mean to be free.

You will be when you
get beyond the washtiba.

An old man's dream.

It should be a young man's hope.

Better an honored
death in battle

than a dishonored fight.

You are as much my
enemy as they are.

With this, I can
die as a warrior.

Don't cross over that line!

If you do, they're
gonna kill you.

(Laughs)

You see?

Now, I am free.

He crossed over the line.

He was sure trying to get
some by the way he was shootin'.

What happens to my
people, happens to me.

Olsen.

You know why I have
always fought with honor.

Feared nothing.

Never lied to my people.

But I promised my wife,

and my son,

that they would
see the washtiba.

There's a hill is just
beyond our right of way.

From there, you'll
be able to see it.

Sure, why not?

It takes time to Bury.

Sven.

He's an old man.
Let him Bury his dead.

Don't be ashamed of kindness.

You were kind to me
when I first came here.

You made them accept me.

I was selfish.

I wanted you to stay for me.

I know that.

And the fact that I'm part
Indian made no difference to you.

That never mattered.

Not between you and me.

But Saul and his people.

There's blood between us.

Not because they're Cheyenne,

because they were our enemy.

If you can forgive me my past,

why can't you forgive theirs?

Why can't you help them now?

Cheyenne...

Murdered my wife and child.

And what the others
have done to them?

That's their grief.

I have mine.

I can't forgive.

The supplies are running out.

Time's running out, too.

Waiting for that burial's
not gonna help any.

There's still a
chance we can reach

the washtiba by noon tomorrow.

Maybe.

But you keep your eyes
open, keep your gun handy.

I got a feeling even
if they do make it,

they're not gonna
let them through.

Looks peaceful, doesn't he?

His wife and son can
see washtiba from there.

Well, at noon, you no
longer have a right of way.

Five hours.

All right now, Olsen.

Shaker, form up the men.

Almost noon.

And in a few seconds,
your option's up

and you'll be on our land.

After they've come
a thousand miles?

All right, Olsen,

go ahead and kill 'em.

Get even for yourself and
for a lot of the rest of us.

I mean, after all, they
had the nerve and the gall

to fight for a land
that was theirs.

To try to keep their women
from being raped and ravaged

and their young men
from being dishonored.

Maybe you should do it, shaker.

Put one right between the eyes

like the good old days

when you weren't a sport
till you'd killed an Indian.

Or you, gaine?

You kill 'em.

Nothing there
but a bunch of kids

and old women, old men.

They've got no guns,
they can't fight back.

So, kill 'em. All
of you, kill 'em.

Then sleep good for
the rest of your lives.

Now, both of you,
get out of my way.

Hyah!

What about the Indians?

I don't see any Indians.

Shaker, do you see any Indians?

No.

No Indians.

Gaine, do you see any Indians?

No.

I don't see any Indians.

I guess that's right.

If there were any Indians, they would
have traveled over a thousand miles,

been hot, tired,

less than a hundred
yards from their destination.

That's if there
were any Indians.

You are a forgiving man.

(Theme music playing)