All language subtitles for lawmen.bass.reeves.s01e06.1080p.web.h264-successfulcrab[EZTVx.to].srt - eng(2)

* MTV

* dramatic music

Come on out, Webb!
Law won't ever stop!

Excuse me, you need to get
to the back of the line.

Sally.

Shouldn't talk to my sister
like that.

[Sally]
You're awfully tough when it's

- four of y'all and two of us.
- [gasps]

[grunting]

[Esme] Think it's okay
to let them wander on their own?

Black folks been disappearing
up and down

the Territory.

You are to deliver the prisoner

Jackson Cole to the Red River,

turn him over to the Rangers.

I ain't been home for 41 days.

[Sherrill]
You ride out tomorrow.

[Jackson]
Mighty strange, this feeling.

Riding to my death.

We both Negroes.

We know the world
in the same ways.

You asked if you had the grit
to be a deputy marshal.

You don't.

You giving up on me?

I never give up, Billy.

[wolf growling]

[laughs]

[growling]

Where you taking that creature?

Reintroducing the beast
to a rightful home.

No animal belong in a box.

That is the truth.

She won't be in there long.

[growling]

Did you make a home
for yourself?

Marry, have a family?

I have.

And what would you do now
to protect it?

To hold on to it?

I'd wager you'd kill a thousand.

And no man would fault you.

I surely would not.

These badges we wear
on our chest,

made from different materials.

Yours a tin star,

mine a star cut
from a cinco peso piece.

Just raw materials.

But the power they give--

The real power lie beneath.

In the heart.

You honor the badge, Bass.

But even with it, a man like you

couldn't arrest a man like me
once we cross that river.

You touch that other bank,
it's a whole other law.

I have no mind to arrest you.

No, by those angry eyes,

I'd reckon you'd
just as soon kill me.

My prisoner a good man.

I trust you'll see
he get a fair trial?

Well, he's my prisoner now.

My prisoners always get
what they deserve.

[knife unsheathing]

This one tell you what he did?

I know he killed a man.

He told me why he did it.

Might've even had just cause.

But did he tell you
how he killed old James Neblett?

He kidnapped and rode that man
blubbering and praying

all the way from Austin to
Neblett's property in Columbia.

Then he chained him
to the one pecan tree

Neblett hadn't burned down

and he shot him in his
blubbering, praying mouth.

No man deserves to die that way.

Not even a Yankee.

But I don't need to tell you
about killing Yanks.

As I recall, you're something
of an expert on the subject.

Saddle up.

You're in my prayers.

Ah, don't bother
the big man about me.

We need to ride.

Billy, bring that mule.

We can't have this man
walk all the way to Fort Worth.

He won't.

On that, you have my word.

Bass.

Where I built my ranch,

the land is littered
with ancient bones of giants.

Monsters.

Thigh bones as big as a man.

Locals call 'em
huesos de ángeles.

Angel bones.

But I know a monster
when I see one, Bass Reeves.

[Joshua]
Moving out!

Come pay me a visit one day.

You'll feel right at home.

* ominous music

***

* soaring, triumphant music

***

***

* intriguing music

***

[sniffs]

[spits]

Sara?

It's Bass.

Place don't smell right.

You ride ahead. I'll catch up.

Come on.

[clicks tongue]

***

How much longer
we gonna ride, Bass?

These horses need rest.

Shoot, we need to rest.

I'm tired.

We're all tired.

We've been riding straight
for days.

Look at Pistol.

Hardly hold his head up.

Tell you what.

We'll stop the night in Checotah

if you stop flapping your gums
till we get there.

[Bass clicks tongue]

[water splashing]

You took your time.

Sally, I'm leaving.

I should be gone already.

What are you talking about?

I can't stay here.
They'll have my neck.

They was just kids being stupid.

You got nothing to worry about.

Maybe you don't, but
my last name ain't Reeves.

Arthur Mayberry, I never
took you for no chicken.

And I never took you for a fool.

You don't understand.

I'm asking you to come with me.

We can visit Paris and...

you can write poems
by the "Seene."

Seine.

And Reeves don't run.

I'll wait there for you.

By the Seine.

I'll send you a poem every day.

* dramatic music

***

[overlapping chatter]

[grunting]

* dramatic music

***

[jaunty piano music playing]

[lively chatter]

[chatter stops]

We don't want any trouble
here tonight, Deputy.

Just payday in Checotah.

Whiskey.

[bottle clinks]

[liquor pouring]

[indistinct chatter]

[door opens]

[Calista]
You too shy to go inside?

I'm just waiting for you
to come out.

I see you got yourself
into some trouble.

All in a day's work.

Mm.

Bought this for you
in Fort Smith.

Thought you might not get
the latest out here.

Thank you, Billy Crow.

You're welcome.

[Braxton laughs]

[Braxton] My feet shot out
of them stirrups

and I flew off of that horse
like I'd been plugged.

Damn nearly was.

I landed upright in time

to hear the report
of a Winchester.

I dove into that sagebrush
and when I came up,

I saw that man hoofing it
faster than a stuck deer.

Whoa.

Mind you don't fall, partner.

Mind you keep your voice down

while the rest of us
try to think.

[laughing]
Barkeep,

I reckon my friend here
has had his fill.

Barkeep.

I reckon we all had enough
of this cowboy's ballyhoo.

I reckon people
on the far side of the Territory

about had enough of it, too.

[chuckles]

You got too many teeth.

Outside, fellas.

You sure you want to do this?

Sure am.

Then I guess we'd better be
getting on with it, then.

Deputy Marshal Reeves.

Braxton Sawyer, Texas Ranger.

I'm mighty honored
to meet you, sir.

Let me buy you a drink.

[fireworks popping]

[cheering and whooping]

My daddy had a good outfit
not far off the Shawnee Trail.

I loved riding that range
with him, moving herd.

We got into some trouble
after the war

when drovers started
bringing their longhorns up.

My daddy already lost one herd

and he wasn't about
to do it again.

So we mounted up
and we turned those longhorns

and their cowboys right around.

But, you know,
not without a scrap.

Daddy got lead in the belly

and was dead before
the marshals showed up.

I mean, they would've hung
my daddy anyway,

if he was still alive to hang.

And...

well, for assault
with intent to kill,

they gave me 18 months at the
Detroit House of Corrections.

That was my first time
out of the Territory.

I'm mighty glad you came back.

Well...

I guess this is home.

[chuckles]

[Bass] Esau Pierce
tell you to follow me?

[Braxton] I was holding forth
gone three hours

before you brought
your storm cloud in here.

I didn't follow you.

And who the hell is Pierce?

Man from my past.

What are you doing here, Bass?

Sometime I get to wondering
why a man like me

putting folk in manacles.

This thing...

weigh just as much as the chain.

Someone once told me there
ain't no law in the Territory.

Starting to think
there ain't no God either.

Hmm.

Don't despair, amigo.

- God is present.
- [taps on table]

And He knows your good work.

Many miles back to Austin,

and I'd hate to ride
all of them sober.

[clears throat]

* wistful music

***

You gonna stand there all night?

* wistful music

***

[chuckles softly]

That's all right. Go ahead.

[fireworks popping outside]

Are you going to be
a baby about this?

No.

Well, then stop your squirming.

You're the most glorious
creature to grace this earth.

[winces]

- [sighs]
- It burns.

I thought you said
you weren't gonna be a baby.

Just didn't think you were going
to hurt me so bad.

Hurt a strapping,
young raider like you?

Oh, you ain't seen nothing yet.

Marry me, Calista.

You can't afford the ring
it'll take to hitch me.

[panting quietly]

[urinating]

[footfalls approaching]

This the one who done Webb.

[stops urinating]

- [thud]
- [grunts]

[grunting]

[Bass coughs]

[grunts]

[groans]

[spits, coughs]

Where were you...

two hours ago when I was
spoiling for a fight, hmm?

[grunting]

- [grunting continues]
- [women screaming]

That bounty on you?

[gun clicks]

Pays the same dead...

...or alive.

[dry fires]

[groans]

Give it a spin.

- [chuckles]
- [cylinder spins]

Adios, Reeves.

[dry fires]

[groans]

Aw.

[cylinder spins]

[Trey]
Bullet's in the chamber.

I can feel it.

Best not miss, then.

[gunshot]

[thuds]

[Moose]
Come on. Come on, come on.

Now that's how you aim,
Billy Crow!

- Let's get you some help.
- No.

[groaning]

Let's get them sons of bitches.

- [fireworks popping]
- [lively chatter]

[laughs]

[townsfolk whooping
and cheering]

There.

* suspenseful music

[lively chatter]

- [fireworks pop]
- [gunshot]

- Whoa!
- [screaming]

***

[grunts]

[grunting]

[Dora]
Hurry up in there.

Don't need a saddle,
just get the horses.

[both grunting]

[Moose]
What is it?

[groaning]

***

[gun cocks]

Don't.

[crowd chatter]

***

Easy, fellas.

[gun cocks]

[chuckles]

Good work, Billy Crow.

* melancholy music

***

Have a nice time earlier?

She said
I can't afford the ring.

[sniffles]

But she did bring me my apparel.

Well, that's something.

[grunts]

So glad y'all could make it.

I think I was bleeding
before I realized

Pearl Lee's real name
was Pearla Lee.

- Pearla Lee.
- [laughs]

[laughter]

God rest her soul.

"I'd shudder and start
if I heard the bay

Of bloodhounds seizing
their human prey."

[both] "And I heard
the captive plead in vain

As they bound afresh
his galling chain."

Frances Harper
is a brilliant role model.

It is young women like you,
Sally, that give me hope.

***

***

[kids chattering indistinctly]

Bennie.

Don't walk off like that.

You don't scare me!

Let's go.

Fred Douglass consented to have
his image on our next pamphlet.

Might even write some words.

What have they done to you?

I'm fine.

You're sitting in my chair.

It's so good to see you, Bass.

My, it's been forever.

I'd like you to meet
Edwin Jones.

Hello, Esme.

I kept it warm for you.

Now, Bass. You stay right there.

No, no. My mistake, Reeves.

Let's not get off
on the wrong foot.

As the good book says,

"But when you are invited,
go and sit in the lowest place

so that when he
who invited you comes,

he may say to you,
'Friend, go up higher.'"

I didn't invite you.

We've been hearing
about your adventures, Bass.

Now we see the danger you face.

We're all very proud of you.

Mm-hmm.

[Edwin]
Reconstruction is dead.

Has the world changed
for the Negro

in the United States of America?

Yes, in many ways.

But we need to ask,
how much has changed?

And for how many?

Why, they will use just about

any pretext to drive out,

lock down, or string up
the Black man.

The Klan continues
to rain terror upon us.

We are the only ones
who can keep us safe.

Edwin and I have traveled
far and wide, Bass.

You won't believe
the things we've seen.

[Jennie]
He'll believe you.

He's seen it all himself.

I seen some things.

Well, you must have heard
the stories

about Black men disappearing.

Rumors of Black men
being killed for sport.

Legally, slavery
is supposed to be dead.

But in practice
it is only wounded.

We need a place
where we can be safe and free.

But let there be no doubt
that we still need to fight.

I think we're doing
our fair part right here.

Well, sure. And I-I admire that.

You have made a career
that honors your talents

instead of violently
suppressing them.

But tell me...

...why are there not
more stories like yours?

Black folks make up, what,

ten percent of the population
of Fort Smith?

How many former slaves
right here

have had the same good fortune
that you have?

I'm sorry your wife
couldn't join us.

How long you been
away from home?

Like your beautiful family,

my wife and children make
great sacrifices for the cause.

- [Bass] Hmm.
- We all must.

Esme and Edwin
were speaking about

whole towns
made up of Black folk.

Whole counties. Whole states.

Up Kansas way and throughout
the Indian Territory

lies a rich land of opportunity

for industrious, caring,
God-fearing Black men and women.

Where do you expect
the Indian people to go?

Think they don't suffer?

You see all them white folks
coming up on those riverboats?

You know where they will settle.

Your beloved Indian Territory

is not going
to stay Indian for long.

And our people
need real protection.

My job is to protect everyone.

Black, red or white.

Are you happy
with what you are doing?

I have to ask, respectfully...

...which master do you serve?

Esme says old William Reeves
taught you to shoot.

George Reeves made you
shoot the very men

who were fighting
for your freedom.

And now Judge Parker puts
the names on your bullets.

Man is lucky to have
such a hired gun.

I'm the only one
pulling the trigger.

You ever felt
the lash on your back?

Hmm?

You carry on
about our experience

like it's a set of boots
we both own.

I did not have to experience
those wrongs to denounce them.

To fight against them.

Think hard
about what you are doing.

Ride with me, with us.

Together...

together we can build a place

where everyone can live free.

Mm. [chuckles softly]

Is that why you were so eager
to meet my husband?

[scoffs] That why
you brought him here, Esme?

We may support your vision,
Mr. Jones.

But my husband is not a face
for your pamphlets.

He ain't no show pony
for you to trot around.

I see you two have
your house in order.

I admire that.

Even envy it.

I apologize.

I did not mean to overstep.

And we do not want
to overstay, do we, Esme?

I'll see you to the door.

* tense, dramatic music

***

[door closes]

[footfalls approaching]

Shouldn't you
be asleep, Sally gal?

I'm sorry I missed the carnival.

I guess I missed a lot.

Forgive me?

Maybe just this once.

You didn't like
that man, did you?

Daddy just had a bad day.
That's all.

You and Mama okay?

We're okay.

You lucky you're
your mama's daughter.

[chuckles]
That's funny.

She always say
I'm my daddy's girl.

[footfalls approaching]

[door opening]

[Bass grunts]

[groans]

Want me to fix you a bath?

Maybe tomorrow.

I'm sorry I had to leave.

I should've told you sooner.

I ain't angry that you left.

Disappointed by the man
you brought home.

Every time you come back,

you bring less and less of you.

Maybe you the one that changed.

How dare you?

Where my husband?

Where that light in your eyes?

* melancholy music

***

[indistinct chatter]

Scrutinize those receipts,
Mr. Reeves.

You 50 bucks short, Florence.

You delivered that man's boots,
you earn less.

I did not deliver boots,

I delivered
a living, breathing man

into the hands
of a Texas Ranger.

Well, I got the telegram
right here.

"Confirmed. Texas Rangers
having received

from Deputy Marshal Bass Reeves

at Red River the boots
of one prisoner Jackson Cole,

which they promptly
delivered at Fort Worth."

[keys jingling]

[indistinct chatter]

Ramsey!

Ramsey!

Who making Black men disappear?

Who Mr. Sundown?

[door opens]

Make way.

Ramsey!

Who is Mr. Sundown?

* He ride by night

* Drawn fast to the firelight

* Ain't no peace to be found

* When the sun go down

[crowd shouting and jeering]

Heard you lost that prisoner.

Tough break.

[man]
Hang 'em already.

[crowd cheering]

[man 2]
You had it coming!

[Wylie shouting]

[neck snaps]

[shudders]

[crowd cheering]

I love you, Mama.

[man 3]
You had it coming!

[neck snaps]

[crowd cheering]

[chuckles]

Bass Reeves!

Mr. Sundown is cinco peso.

Cinco peso is Mr. Sundown.

Cinco peso.

[snaps]

[crowd cheering]

[Esau] [echoing]
You honor the badge, Bass.

These badges
we wear on our chest,

just raw materials.

But the power they give...

[echoing]

What are the chances
of Parker giving me

a writ for a Texas Ranger?

Nil to none.

[birds chirping]

[Esau]
Well, cock-a-doodle-do.

[echoing]

Blood can be the heaviest
damn thing in the world.

I always said
we weren't so different.

Except that one thing.

[echoing]

Blood never weighed me down
at all.

But all this blood
on your hands...

...filling them up so much,
you can't hold

those precious children...

...you can't caress
your pretty wife.

Bass, you're gonna bend and bow
under the weight of it

till you break and burn.

Only God...

...can judge me.

[Esau]
As you judge me.

But what if God already did?

Hmm?

What if he weighed out your soul
and found it wanting?

Don't you see?

I am his judgment.

Heaven is full of killers,
Bass Reeves.

By His grace they welcome me
as they will welcome you.

* haunting music

***

* dramatic music

[Jennie]
Bass is dedicated to justice.

There's hardly much room

for anything or anyone else.

Looking for a Moody O'Neil.

Sitting on this porch.

You set out to hang
an old Black woman

in a white man's noose.

Slave catcher,
that's all you is.

Mama.

Get upstairs.

[flames crackling]

[Billy]
Where's the old crow?

[gunshot]

Want to say your goodbyes?

* haunting music