All language subtitles for 1923.S01E02.WEBRip.x264-ION10-English

[Money for Nothing]
by Dire Straits]
♪ MTV...

[music]

[rustling]

[roaring, screaming]

[whimpering]

[growls]

- Spencer!
- I'm here!

[roars]

- Spencer!

[music]

[growls]

[roars]

Just breathe, breathe with me.
Come on.

Come on, breathe.

- I'll send for a doctor.

- No need.

[music]

[chatter]

[panting]

[sniffs]

- Anyone got a cigarette?

I'm gonna need a light.

Any of you a doctor?

- I am.

- Get your bag.

- You need to clean
those wounds.

- One step ahead of you.

Tell these people to go back
to their tents.

- Return to your quarters,
please.

All is safe.

- It was a leopardess.

I've never seen a
female hunt a man.

- How's the husband holding up?

- How do you think?

- I can't say I'm familiar with
treating a leopard attack.

- They got a bunch of
shit in their claws.

If we don't clean it good, I'll
have gangrene within a week.

- I have iodine and bromine.

That should kill
just about anything.

I'll need to get it
deep into the wound.

[winces]

You should go to the hospital
in Nairobi.

They will need to clean
and dress these wounds again.

[speaking foreign language]

- Linda needs
to take Kagiso home.

- I'll get them on the train.

- Much appreciated.

[speaking foreign language]

- Any wounds on your back?

- No, I took him head on.

- Wish I had something
for the pain.

- That's what the whiskey's for.

- Fair enough.

- My God, man...

The closest I've been
to a leopard is twenty feet.

And I couldn't sleep
for a week after.

What was it like?

Fighting the thing with your
bare hands, what was that like?

- You didn't say you were sorry.

- Sorry?

- About my friend.

- Which friend?

- The one who died for you.

- I'm sending him on the train.

- But you didn't
say that you were sorry.

They were a breeding
pair, Holland.

Breeding pairs hunt together,

but you only showed us
one set of tracks.

[music]

You knew.

- I didn't know.

- You knew.

If I'd known I would
have never split us up.

I would have kept us together.

[music]

Now say you're sorry.

- I'm sorry for your loss.

- I didn't lose anything.

- I'm sorry for his loss.

[cocks gun]

- I'm sorry for his family's
loss, I'm sorry for his wife.

- For his children.

- Yes, his children.
I'm sorry for his children.

[gunshot]

[gasping]

I'm sorry.

- Say it again.

- Sorry. I'm sorry.
I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

- I'm sorry too.

[music]

The only reason
I'm not killing you right now

is because I need a ride
to Nairobi in the morning.

[music]

[cowboys whooping]

- Jake.

Something's up there

and these cattle don't wanna go
anywhere near it.

- Quiet. Listen. Listen.
- [gunshots]

- [gunshot]
- That's a gunshot.

- Goddammit.
- That's a gunshot.

- Ya!

Hey, hey cow.
Hey cow.

- Zane! Forget the herd,
get on top! On top!

[grunting]

- Hey, I'm unarmed.
I'm unarmed.

[gunfire]

- Zane!

- Whoa, whoa!

- You son of a bitch.

[grunts]

[hits ground]

You come on my land
with your prairie maggots!

Shoot at my kin!

- God!

I shot at no one.

I don't know who shot.

I thought the boy shot at us!

- Zane!
- Which one shot at you?

- They was all shooting at me!

- I'll hunt us up some trees.

- You're gonna hang us? Ey?

Hang me?

It's the fucking
20th century,

and you're gonna hang us?

For keeping my sheep
from starving.

Cattle don't graze up here.

Nothing grazes up here!

Go ahead, hang us.

Fucking hang us.

And see how long it takes
the state of Montana

to fucking hang you!

- What did I tell you I'd do

if I found your sheep
grazing another man's land?

Zane!

Take eight cowboys
and round up these sheep.

Start pushing them
towards the Rez.

- Yes, sir.
Let's do it, boys.

- They're starving on
the rez.

Starving...

We'll fix that.

You owe my nephew a horse.

[music]

- We taking these boys to town?

- I've got something
else in mind.

Sister Mary: American women
must maintain the house.

A slovenly-kept home breeds
apathy in children

as well as disease,

not to mention the wrath of
the husband who built the home.

He made it, you clean it.

Line yourselves against
the wall facing me.

When I say, you will sweep
to the edge in my direction.

Now sweep.

Did I say sweep
it off the edge?

Now you have
a mess on the steps.

[grip tightens]

[music]

Sweep it to the edge
then grab a dust pan

and sweep it off
the edge into the pan.

Then take it to
the field and dump it.

Again.

Place your wet linen on
the board and stretch it out.

Grab the bar of soap and run
the bar of soap

over the linen until it suds.

And now run the linen over
the board

and one-two-three-four,

dunk in the water, turn it over,

stretch it out.

Grab the bar of soap
and run it over the linen

one, two, three, four.

[music]

Sister Mary: Lord Jesus,
be our guest.

All: Lord Jesus, be our guest.

- We ask you to
bless this food.

All: We ask you to bless
this food.

Sister Mary: That it may nourish
us and sustain us.

All: That it may nourish us
and sustain us.

[speaking Native language]

[shrieking, shouting]

[gulps]

- I warned you, Banner.

Now you attack my family.

It's gonna be the last thing
you ever do.

Jake: Ya!
- Ya!

[gagging]

- Whoa. Whoa.

- What do we do?

- You stay real fucking still.

Try to work your hands free.

[straining]

[grunts]

[music]

- Perhaps the hot box
will teach you

the piety Sister Mary
failed to impart upon you.

If you speak that
filth in my school again...

I will bury you alive.

And the world will be
done with you.

[speaks French]

[music]

Man signing: ♪ At night as I lay
on the prairie ♪

♪ And gaze at the stars
in the sky ♪

- With everything grazed
off here

we're going to have
to keep heading south.

- We're gonna be on top of
the park before you know it.

And every time a cow balks
that's gonna be a dinner bell

for the wolves and bears.

- We're gonna have to prowl
through 'em all summer.

- We ain't getting
that a wagon up any higher.

How we gonna keep
these boys fed?

- We'll pack a camp up
on mules.

Tough it out on elk meat.

- It's gonna be real hard
on these boys.

- Hell, that's how
we used to do it.

We never left the herd.

Weren't no bunkhouse.

It took me ten years
to sleep six months indoors.

"Easy" wasn't in
the job description.

[groans]

- You think any of 'em made it?

- Depends on the
loyalty of their horse.

You give a man enough time,

he'll figure his
way out of anything.

I figure a few'll make it.

I hope a few do.

- Why?

Someday, you're gonna
run this place,

and for your son
to someday run it too,

you got to understand what this
ranch's greatest enemy is.

It's not wolves, or drought
or blizzards or Texas Fever.

It's other men.

Man will choose
to take what you've built

rather than try
and build it for himself.

Every civilization
in this world

is built on top
of the one they conquered.

You go to Rome or Jerusalem
or Paris, France

and it's cities stacked
on top of towns

stacked on top of villages

on top of one man's house

built on top
of one man's cave.

Wish it wasn't so, but it is.

Your enemies have
got to be so terrified

that their fear is
greater than their greed.

I gave those men a chance

'cause I wanted them to
tell the world what happened

when they crossed me.

Let's get some sleep, boys.

There ain't no telling what
tomorrow's gonna throw at us.

[music]

-[Elsa] "Man will always seek
to take from others

that which he could
make for himself."

Those are the words that
have governed this family.

Or perhaps, it is our refusal
to surrender that governs us.

- What is it?

- Dogs were barking
at something.

Is Elizabeth asleep?

- She's upstairs singing
"All the Ways He Loves Me".

You can hear her feet
waltzing across the floor,

practicing for her reception.

- [chuckles]
Oh, to be nineteen again.

- You'd think growing up on
a ranch

would've leathered
that one a bit.

- She grew up in Boston,
summered out here like

it was a lodge
in the park.

Splashing in the rivers,
racing her horse across fields.

The only thing her hands have
touched with purpose is a piano.

[laughs]

- I'm sure my son will remedy
that, if he hasn't already.

- Emma.

- I'm sorry.

- I know you see it.

- I see it.

I just wasn't going
to mention it.

I don't know where the
recklessness in him comes from.

Not from me.

And John is the most
deliberate man I've ever met.

I was hoping his wife
would take some of

the fire out of
the next generation.

[Elizabeth humming]

- It seems your son is marrying
gasoline, my dear.

And the fire will
only get bigger.

- My luck.

- I wish we had two houses.

- Two?

- A smaller one
for when they're gone.

This one feels empty.

- That's why
I'm sitting out here.

[rope creaking]

[horse snorts]

Oh...

Come here.

Whoa, boy.
Come here.

Attaboy.

[grunts]

Come on.
Attaboy.

[grunts]

Ah...

[grunts]

[panting]

Whoa, whoa, boy.
Whoa, boy.

Whoa. Whoa, boy.

[grunts]

[panting, grunting]

Agh!

[groaning, coughing]

[grunts]

[laughs]

[music]

[typing]

- I'm here to see
the super-tendent.

- Do you have an appointment?

Have a seat.

[speaking Native language]

- That's right, bring them up.

[sheep bleating]

[cowboys yipping]

- We don't want your sheep here.

- Ain't my sheep.
They're your sheep.

- Our sheep?

- They're your sheep now.

- We don't want sheep.

With the sheep
the grass goes away

and the wolves come.

- I'm no fan of 'em either,
but they cook pretty good.

I'm with The Yellowstone.

- Mm.

You are the Dutton.

- Work for him.

Found these sheep
in the mountains.

Mr. Dutton said
to bring 'em to you.

- To do what?

- Whatever you want.

Keep 'em. Sell 'em.
Eat 'em.

You can make clothes
from the wool.

They're a gift.

Ground seems as bare here
as it is on our place.

Figured you could use 'em.

- We can use them.

- Got some pens
to hold 'em up?

- We have pens.

- Need help getting them there?

- No. We don't need help.

Hey.

You tell Dutton...

"Thank you."

- I'll tell him.

[music]

[speaking Native language]

- Come on, boys.

[music]

[cowboy shouting]

[cattle lowing]

[shouting]

- There's a spring feeding
into a lake over this rise.

Might be a good
place to hold them.

- Hold 'em up
and let 'em spread out.

Pick three to stay
with the herd.

- Hold them here.
Hold 'em up. Ya!

[shouting]

- Get the hell
out of here, boys!

- We're goin' home now!

[whooping]

[shouting]

- This is not the place to nap.
Mr. Worth will see you now.

[clears throat]

[knocks]

- Come in.

Have a seat.

[fly buzzing]

What can I do for you?

- My granddaughter is in
a government boarding school

in the Dakota.

- It's North Dakota.

No such thing
as "The Dakota."

- The Baptists have day
schools on the reservation.

One is only a quarter mile
from my house.

- This is your granddaughter,
you say?

- My granddaughter.

- For an Indian child
to attend a day school,

the school must be
within two miles

of the child's
primary residence.

- That is with me.

She lived with me
before they took her.

- Where are her parents?

- Her mother is no more.

Her father works
the reservation herd.

- Mother's dead
and father abandoned her?

- Not abandoned.
Working.

- But not at her home.
That's abandoned.

The law states for
an Indian child to attend

a day school they must
live with their immediate family

in their primary residence.

- I am her family.

[fly buzzing]

- [sighs]

Do you have a death certificate
on the mother?

Hm. The flu.

- The Spanish one.

- Is there any other?

This does not change the law.

Just because her mother
is deceased,

does not mean
you take her place.

That's not how law works.

If you wish to be her
immediate family,

you must legally adopt her.

- How do I do that?

- You must go before
a judge, and request it.

But...

There is no judge.

You are the judge.

- There is a Magistrate
in Crow Agency. Go there.

[fly buzzing]

[music]

[wheezing]

- Come now child.

Work the soap
through your hair.

Come, come.

[sighs]

Don't worry, child.
I'll wash you.

[panting]

- [cries]

- [exhales]

- I'd say she's
clean enough, Sister.

- I'll fetch her towel.

- I'llfetch her towel.
Thank you, sister.

That will be all.

Can you speak?

- I can speak.

- Can you raise your arm?

- You batter my face
with no provocation,

but sit idly by as Sister Alice

runs her filthy
hands across you.

Perhaps I shouldn't
have interrupted.

[music]

Your fever will empty
the ice house all by itself.

[exhales]

You think I am your
adversary, but I am not.

I am your salvation, Teonna.

I am the bridge from the extinct
civilization of your people

to the thriving society tasked
with taming this godless place.

I offer all the skills required
for a young woman

to thrive as mother and wife.

How to farm, how to cook,

how to clean, how to read,

arithmetics, science, and most
important of all, scripture.

I offer all the skills you need
to live a bountiful life.

And you refuse them,
attack me for teaching them.

Look at me, girl.

I have sworn to kill the Indian
in you, and will keep my word.

[coughing]

If you ever lay
a hand on me again,

I'll kill the rest of you.

[gasping]

[music]

[chattering, music plays]

[indistinct chatter]

- Hey, let's go.

- My friends are too intimidated
to ask, so they sent me.

- Ask what?

[giggles]

- American.

- I'll never understand why
you British are always

so shocked to find an American
anywhere but America.

- Because it's so far.

Look how far you've traveled.

- Look how far you've traveled.
I'm not shocked to meet you.

- You're rude.

- Us Americans are renowned
for our lack of manners.

- Hm. True.

Do you drink Champagne?

- When I'm celebrating.

- And whiskey when you're down.

- Whiskey when I'm down.

- Here's to something
worth celebrating.

May it find you soon, sir.

[clink]

Huzzah.

I like your style, sir.

- What is this question
you've been sent to ask me?

- I don't have to ask it, now.
I know the answer.

You're a hunter.

Which reserve?

- I don't guide hunters,
I work for the Protectorate.

[laughs]

[girls chattering]

- I can't understand
anything you're saying.

- You're Spencer Dutton,
the American war hero

who hunts the man-eaters.

You killed the-man eater
of the Kalahari,

the man-eater of Sabi
and the man-eaters of Tsavo.

- I was five when they killed
the man-eater of Tsavo.

- You'll never convince
her that.

- And you just killed
the man-eating leopards

of Mount Suswa.

- You're famous,
in case you were unaware.

- I was unaware.

- Well, you are...

It's said you killed one
with your bare hands.

- You believe everything
you hear?

- Only when
I want it to be true.

- Why would you want
that to be true?

- For the romance of it.

- There's no romance in it.

- Then why do you do it?

- Because dying is the most
alive you'll ever feel.

- [whispers]
You don't see
the romance in that?

[music]

- And that's quite enough.

She's engaged, sir.

Good day to you.

Come along, now.

[chatter]

Man: Terrible about Kagiso.

He was our best guide.

- Yes, he was.

- How long for
those wounds to heal?

- Doctor says a couple weeks.

- I need you in Tanganyika.

- I don't have any guides.

- There's guides in Tanganyika.

- Leopard or lion?
- Hyena.

- Spotted?
- Mm.

You don't have anyone at
the camp who can handle it?

- Oh, it's not near a camp.

It's hitting the engineers
on the railroad.

I'd rather not wait two weeks
for you to get there.

Can you hold a rifle
to that shoulder?

- Yeah, I can hold a rifle.

How is the road to Tanganyika?

- You'll not confuse it
for a street in London.

[laughs]

I've settled your tab
at the bar.

- I'm not done yet.

- Oh, I have factored
in the future.

There will be a car ready
for you in the morning.

[music]

[chattering]

[taps glass]

- Allow me to raise a glass to
this most unique of locations

for the presentation
of an engagement,

but when you consider the bride,

perhaps the company
of lions makes perfect sense.

After all, she has their spirit,
and their mane.

[laughing]

- Cheers.
- Hear, hear.

- Oh, dear.

- If you'd excuse me.

- Of course.

- Thank you.

Arthur: Feeding time.

[music]

[panting]

[exhales]

Jennifer: Alexandra.

- I have been placed
on a train with a destination

not of my choosing and I have
no means of stopping it.

- He's kind, Alex.

That's more than
I can say for most.

- [whispers]
Who did kindness sweep
from their feet?

I'm a real estate
transaction, Jennifer.

That's all this is.

- Oh, Alex.

All men are the same
after thirty:

their hair line retreats and
their bellies march forward.

- [laughs]

- The time will come when
kindness is the only
thing that matters.

- Then I pray
a kind one finds you.

Or have mine.
[laughs]

- What terrible children
you'll raise.

Let's go back.

- You go.

I'll be along.

[music]

- You're just like
the wildlife here.

Migrating from watering hole
to watering hole.

- I'd be easy to ambush.
- [laughs]

- I suppose I'll see you
at the bar

in the breakfast hall
in the morning.

- I'll be gone in the morning.

- Where does the next
adventure take you?

- East.

Where's it take you?

- I'm afraid all
my adventures are over.

- That's a shame.

- I agree.

Perhaps you'd whisk
me away on yours.

- You wouldn't like mine.

- Don't bet on it.

[music]

Fiance: Alexandra.

- [exhales]

- I see what you mean.

[music]

[chattering]

- Good morning.

- Little early to call it good.
- [laughs]

[music]

- She's going to run
that skinny boy ragged.

- I hear the road
to Serengeti is bad.

- Definitely.

You will find it
most unpleasant.

[music]

[laughing]

- Alexandra?

- Stop the car.

- Got room for another?

- No, not really.

- My knight in shining armor.

- Alexandra?

- Please drive.

Look at me.

If you don't want me
to come, I'll get out.

- Where I'm going is dangerous.

- Let's look death in
the eye then, shall we?

Find someone who loves you.

[music]

[music]