All language subtitles for T C S02E25 Guns For King Joseph 1080p AMZN WEB-DL DDP2 0 H 264-FLUX (1)_track4_[eng]

- [Matt] San Francisco, 1854.

My lawyer friend, Jeremy Pitt
won a lawsuit for a client

and got paid off with
20 acres of woodland

down the peninsula
from San Francisco.

When Jeremy went to inspect
his new estate, however,

he ran into some Indian trouble

which almost cost him his
life before it was over.

(ominous music)
(rattlesnake rattling)

- Hold it.

Don't move.

It's all right now.
Did it bite you?

Yes it did.

Sit down kid.

This is gonna hurt you a little

but a big, brave Indian
won't cry now, will he?

* California, California

- [Announcer] The Californians.

* California

* I've come to live
where life is best *

* In the golden west

* I'm going to strike
it rich in California *

* California

- There you go.

You'll be sick for a day or
so, but I think you'll live.

Didn't hurt much now, did it?

Talkative little
fella aren't ya?

Well, I guess we don't
speak the same lingo.

You know I thought I'd find
some deer here on my property.

Never expected any Indians.

I didn't know there
were any around here.

Say what kind of
Indian are you anyway?

High Sierra tribe? Kaweah?

Nuchu? Chowchilla?

Well if you're up from
behind those gold fields

you're a long way from home.

Say what are you doing
on my estate anyway,

you trespasser you.

Where's your father,
or your mother?

I guess I'll have to take you
back home to San Francisco

just until I can
find your folks.

Hup. Don't worry. Don't worry.

I won't hurt you.

- Kosuka!

Kosuka!

- Kosuka, is that
your name. Hold still.

- Kosuka.
- Here.

(stick banging)

Wait a minute.

All right. You've got your boy.

I didn't hurt him.

Ask him. He got bit
by a rattlesnake.

It's all fixed.

Poisons out. He'll be all right.

- I didn't know. I thought-

- You thought I
was stealing him.

- Many white men steal Indian
boys, make them slaves.

Not my son.

- He better not be
on his foot yet.

I'll carry him back
to your camp for you?

- No.

- [Jeremy] No? Why not?

- Jose Rey will find out.

- Jose Rey?

- My husband. The boy went far
from camp, he will be angry.

- I'll keep your secret.

- I'll carry him.

- [Jeremy] He'll got awfully
heavy if it's too far.

- It's not far.

- No reason why I shouldn't
go to your camp is there?

(foreboding music)
- No.

- All right, then I'll
carry him for you.

Not too much of that
water and keep him quiet.

But then you must know
all about snake bites

living in the High Sierras.

I didn't know the Chowchillas

ever came down out
of the mountains.

- The white men who mine
gold in the mountains.

They want the Chowchillas
to stay down in the valley.

- What's the matter
with the valley?

- The ashes of our forefathers
are in the mountains.

- You speak good English.

- My mother taught me.

She worked in a
white man's house.

- But you're married
to an Indian.

- I am Indian. Jose
Rey will be back soon.

- I told you I
wouldn't say anything.

- He won't like it.
- My being here?

That goes for both of us.

What's he packing
on those mules?

(arrow thuds)
(dramatic music)

(speaking foreign language)

(tense music)

(gunshot bangs)

(gunshot bangs)

(arrow thuds)

(gunshot bangs)

(speaks foreign language)

(suspenseful music continues)

Shoot.

(arrow thuds)
(dramatic music)

A present, a gift, to
Jose Rey from Jeremy Pitt.

(speaks foreign language)
(dramatic music)

- Hi Matt. Want to buy a mule?

- No.

- Goodbye.
- Hey, wait a minute.

I want to talk to you.

Where'd you get a mule?

- I gave a fella
a pistol yesterday

and this morning when I
went out to the stable

darned if he hadn't evened the
score by bringing me a mule.

- Why did you give him a pistol?

- Oh, I don't know.
I guess I liked him.

Come on outside and
take a look at it.

- Look at what?
- My mule.

- Later.

I have to set paperwork.

How'd you like to be a
deputy in the next few days.

I need some help.

- Doing what?

- Tracking down
a man, an Indian.

- Indian?
- A half-breed anyway.

A Chowchilla Indian
named King Joseph.

- King Joseph?

- He was raised at
the Solidad mission.

So he also goes by
the Spanish name

for King Joseph, Jose Rey.

- Well, why do you want
him? What has he done wrong?

- Maybe I better give
you some background.

A large stack of
rifles were stolen

from the army arsenal
here recently.

- By this Indian?

- No. For him.

Luckily the army caught
one of the thieves

and learned some of the plan.

Those rifles were to be
delivered to King Joseph

in the next day or so.

Unfortunately, we
don't know where.

- You say he's a half-breed.

- His father's
white. Trapper. Why?

- Just wondered.

Does he speak English?
- Fluently.

You see without King Joseph

the mountain
Indians won't fight.

- He's a big chief then.

- Worse. He's the leader
of the young ones.

The hotheads, the dangerous
ones who have been responsible

for those massacres in
the gold mining camps.

If those guns are delivered
it means open warfare.

It's got to be stopped.

- Look, you can't blame the
Indians for not liking that.

- Liking what?

- Being driven from their homes,
where they've always lived,

where their ancestors
ashes are scattered.

- They're being asked to move

according to terms of
a treaty they signed.

- Treaty? Sure, fill them
full of whiskey and promises

and then make them put
an X on a piece of paper

they can't even read to get
their land and dig for gold.

- Listen, Jeremy, my
job is to uphold the law

and not judge it.

If those rifles are delivered
it means open warfare.

The army has asked me
to help find this fellow

and I'm asking you to help me.

Do I get it or don't I?

- No, it's a military matter
and let the military handle it.

- Alright, go sell your mule.

- I'll do just that.

- Wait a minute.
What's the matter?

Why are you so upset?

- Let the army catch
their own Indians.

Why do people always have
to get pushed around.

- Even King Joseph?
- Yes King Joseph.

He's a human being isn't he?

- He's a savage and a killer.

- Well, I don't blame
him, any Indian.

They're getting a raw
deal. All of them.

- Wait a minute. That's
an Indian bridal.

Feathers in the mane.
That's why you're so upset.

That's why he's a human
being, not a savage huh?

You met King Joseph. Where?

- On my land.

- What do you mean?
Where's your land?

- Wouldn't you like to know.

What would you do
if you found him

and you brought the soldiers?

I don't want to see
him slaughtered.

He's not what you say. He's
a man you can deal with.

- Oh, you're going to
do with him I suppose.

- I'm going to tell him to
clear out before he gets caught.

Just ask him polite
like that and he'll go?

- That's right.
- You're out of your mind.

- We'll see. I'm going
to start right now.

- You'll get a Tomahawk in
your skull, you numbskull.

- We'll see.

- Well, you'll need
somebody to cover you.

- I'll get my rifle
and go with you.

- Not with that
badge you're not.

- All right, you take it.

(dramatic music)

(suspenseful music)

- Please, don't
get trigger happy.

- Don't worry.

- Good day Little Cloud,
I thought I'd stop by

and see how little
boy is getting on.

I see he's much better now.

Thank you for the
mule, Mr. King.

- King? What do
you know of King?

- Well, not much.

Except the army is looking
for a Chowchilla by that name.

Supposed to be in these parts.

He's wanted for stealing rifles,

leading massacres
and killing people.

Thought it might be you.

- My name is Jose Rey.

- That's right, in
Spanish it's Jose Rey.

But in English Jose means
Joseph and Rey is king, right?

- I think you'd better go now.

- No, you better go.
You're camping on my land.

- Your land, this?

- That's right.
Name's Jeremy Pitt.

And I want you off before dark.

- We do not hurt your land.

- Look, can't you get it
through your thick skull.

I'm trying to help you.

I don't care about your tribe

but I do care about
that young boy of yours.

And if you are not out before
dark he's liable to get hurt.

- Or you will
bring the soldiers.

- No, they'll find
you themselves.

They know you're
somewhere around here.

(speaking foreign language)

(tense music)

I got a friend of mine in
those bushes out there.

I imagine his rifle
is aimed right there.

He's a crack shot too.

- Wait. One more day.

The boy is still sick.

We will leave tomorrow right
after dawn I promise you.

- If you're still here
this time tomorrow

I'll bring the soldiers.

He wants one more day.

- That means he's getting
the guns before he leaves.

- No, he won't.

Let the army get them.

They'll have to come by the
Monterey road won't they.

- That's right.

I'll have the soldiers waiting
down by the bend in the road.

What about Jose?

- I'll take care of him as
soon as you have the guns.

- Can you handle it?

- I can handle it.
He's my friend.

(suspenseful music)

- Whoa.

- All right stop right there.

(gunshot bangs)

Get down.

Captain, turn 'em around.
Take 'em back into town.

- Drop your gun white man.

(speaks foreign language)

What are you doing
here this time?

- Hunting.

- I heard a shot. You made it?

- I said I was hunting.

- But what were you hunting?

- I'm not sure exactly.
A way of life I guess.

You and I, white man and Indian.

We understand each
other. We can get along.

What I mean is if we can,

why can't all white
men and Indians?

- You talk in riddles.

- War is not a riddle. Life
and death, they're not riddles.

War is no good. Not for
Indians or white men either.

What about your wife?
What about Kosuka?

Why must there be this killing?

If you keep on, there'll be
plenty on both sides. Why?

- The white men drive
us from our homes

and you ask me this.

- They don't want your homes.

They want the gold
in the creek beds.

- And what do we eat
since the white man came?

Our squaws make
bread from acorns

but now the donkey and
the hogs of the white men

are beneath the oak trees.

The Indian needs sweet
corn and seeds of grass.

But the white men plow up the
meadows to plant their grain.

The Indian eat deer and bear
and dress in their skins.

The white men like
meat too and fish

but they do not spear
the fish one at a time.

They catch many of them in nets.

Soon, there will come a time
when there will be no more deer

or bear or fish, nothing.

- But they give you jobs.

You can dig for gold
and buy your own food.

- Yes, we can dig.

But for the gold we find

they give us beads
or a piece of cloth.

- We want half the gold
they find in our creeks,

but they give us nothing

but bullets and
whiskey and smallpox.

- You know I've heard
that old Chief Taneya

is ready to sign a treaty

and take his people
back to the big valley.

- When Taneya signs a
treaty Taneya will die.

- You hate white men that much?

- Yes.

- You're half white yourself.

- I am an Indian.

- You didn't hate
your father did you?

He must've been a
big handsome fella.

You loved him didn't you?

- Get out! Why do you
ask me these questions?

- Because you have
my gun in your belt

and I have your
mule in my stable.

- Yes. I loved my father.

He came and he went
with his fur trappings

and I would watch the
trails for his coming.

Then when I was the
age of my son Kosuka.

He came and he
stayed one winter.

- He's gone Jose Rey.
Forget him. He's dead.

- No, I cannot forget him.

I cannot forget what
he did to my mother.

Like dirt he treated us,

as though he were
ashamed of her and me.

- But you were a child.
You didn't understand.

- He came and he
stayed one winter.

Then in the spring he took my
mother and me and my sister.

And he gave us to
the mission Padre.

Then he shaved his beard and
went away with a Spanish woman.

And as they rode
away, they passed me.

He pointed at me
and they laughed.

Now get out before I kill you.

- All right, Jose, I'll go.

But you'll go too, there's no
reason for you to stay now.

The guns aren't coming.

The army captured
'em down by the road.

That was the shot you heard.

(dramatic music)

(gunshot bangs)

(speaking foreign language)

(dramatic music continues)

(suspenseful music)

- No! No! Jose Rey,
don't kill him.

He saved Kosuka's life.
He saved your son's life.

- How?

- Kosuka was bit
by a rattlesnake.

He must have taken poison
out with his mouth.

- Go, go. We are finished.

- I didn't succeed.

- You tried. Thank you.

- Stop the fighting now Jose.

You'll only break
your heart and theirs.

Better to stop fighting now,
find a way to get along.

- Jose Rey alone does not
lead the mountain tribes.

One, man cannot start a war.
One man cannot end a war.

If all the white
men were like you...

(somber music)

- You ought to be celebrating.

- Celebrating what?

- You sold your mule didn't you?

- Yeah.

- What's the matter with you?

- They killed him.
- Who?

- Jose Rey, my Indian friend

that I saved from
you and the army.

- It's in the paper?

- A dispatch from Mariposa,
Major Savage and his battalion

virtually wiped out
the Chowchilla tribe.

- The boy and the squaw,
what was her name?

- Kosuka and Little
Cloud, doesn't say.

Just that a few of them got
safely over the mountains.

They found Jose
Rey's funeral pyre.

Don't tell me he was a
savage. He was a man.

- Which way would
he have preferred

to live in captivity
or die in Freedom.

(dramatic music)

* California

* Oh I've traveled here,
I've traveled there *

* I guess I've been
most everywhere *

* But I like where I am today

* And here is where I'll stay

* Now, one thing that
I just can't endure *

* Is being broke
and being poor *

* So I've come west
to take the cure *

* And here is where I'll stay

* I've come to
California, California *

* There's gold in them
there hills in California *

* I've come to live
where life is best *

* In the golden west

* I'm gonna strike it
rich in California *

* California, California

* There's gold in
them there hills *

* In California