All language subtitles for Godless.2017.S01E07.WEBRip.x265-ION265

"Furrier Morgan Printz
returned to Omaha today

after a business trip to Chicago.

Mr. Printz said,

'It was 40 degrees cold up there,
and this being summer,

I'm mighty glad
to be back home in Nebraska.'"

Well, you can cross Omaha
off my list of exciting places to visit.

And that's on their front page?

What's going on in Taos?

It seems Mr. Grigg wrote about us.

[Charlotte] Us?

-Really?
-"The Secret of La Belle."

Oh, well, now.

"The mining town of La Belle,

once a vibrant community,

suffered an unimaginable loss
two years ago

when 200 men died in the mine
in a single day."

Two hundred?

"Today, the town is a gulch of shacks,
tents and derailed cars,

its main street a continuous mudhole.

I personally saw two wrecked rigs

and three dead horses down the cliff."

Derailed cars?

-There's not even a damn train here.
-Dear God.

Keep reading.

"Well, as the old saying goes,

it takes a mine to work a mine,

and silver has always been
a tricky ore to monetize.

Even hay goes for $60 a ton these days,

so it's no wonder the town,

now nearly exclusively inhabited
by widows, is so dirt poor.

It's also no wonder these desperate ladies

would be so willing
to harbor a desperate young man,

despite his notorious repute."

What desperate young man?

"You can only imagine
this reporter's surprise

upon learning that it is here in La Belle,

among the spinsters,
children, and the few broken men,

that the notorious Roy Goode
has chosen to hide."

Spinsters?

"I fear and pray for these wretched women

that they are either long gone

or properly defended
for the day soon at hand

when Frank Griffin
and his men ride into town

and make good on his promise to punish
any community that harbors his son."

That's enough.

[Sadie] I-I don't understand.

Who's he talking about?

What desperate young man?

[instrumental theme music plays]

[in Paiute]

[horses trotting in distance]

[Whitey] We, uh...

We come for Roy Goode.

He's gone.

[Logan] Yeah?

Well, I'm gonna have a look around.

[rifle cocking]

Mister, the only way you're getting off
that horse is if I shoot you off.

[chuckles]

You know what, darling?

-I believe you would.
-So then you knew who he really was?

-Not until he turned himself in to Bill.
-[Charlotte] But even after...

you still kept him.

-Kept him?
-You put us in a bad way, Alice.

Sooner or later, Frank Griffin's
gonna find out he was here.

If he hasn't already.

I don't understand.

Mr. Grigg says that Roy Goode's
like a son to Griffin.

Whatever betrayal he feels,
it's downright biblical.

-But if Roy's gone--
-Griffin's made it plain.

He's gonna kill anyone
that Roy Goode loves or cares about.

He's already murdered everyone in Creede,
and then he burned the town to the ground.

If he knows we've been hiding him--

That's why he rode off,
to keep Frank away from here.

He must have told Bill
where Griffin was at.

Got to be why he went off looking for him.

Bill's gone looking for Frank Griffin?

I thought the damn fool
was trying to prove himself to you.

I don't believe that Bill McNue is off
looking for anybody. That man's a coward.

He's going blind, you dumb quiff.

That's why he don't go
shooting off his guns.

Well, we've got to start figuring out
how we're gonna defend ourselves.

Y'all got nothing to worry about.

We made a promise. We aim to keep it.

Not gonna let anything happen
to you folks.

Really? The five of you
are gonna fight Frank Griffin?

We're gonna ride right now to San Marcos,
send for more men.

And if Griffin comes
before these men arrive?

We'll do whatever we can, ma'am.
Charlotte.

Come on. [clicks tongue]

Well, you know I ain't one
to run from no fight.

Nobody's gonna fight anybody.

Tomorrow, first thing, we ride out
of town, hide up in the hills somewhere.

All of us?

[Mary-Agnes]
Maybe if Griffin rides through town...

sees that it's already dead,

he'll keep on going.

I suggest you come with us.

I can't go anywhere.

My boy ran off
and I need to go look for him.

If you'll all excuse me...

[horse whinnies]

[man whispering]

[horse whinnies]

[horse whinnies]

[grunts]

Damn Fletcher witch probably got
the Paiutes to steal her horses back.

No, that's not possible.

-It was Frank Griffin.
-Don't be an imbecile.

Why would he steal our horses and leave?

It was Valentine's boys stole the horses.

-Pure and simple.
-Why would they do that?

He made a deal with us.

Which is only good if there's
a town of people left to deal with.

Well, we can't all ride anywhere,
not with only half a dozen mounts,

we can't walk anywhere quick enough...

so we're stuck here.

How many rifles you got over at the jail?

We got about three.

Bill McNue took one of those.

All right.

All of you, get on home,

get your hands on any weapons your
husbands had, bring them to the jailhouse.

What are you looking at her for? Go on!

[murmuring]

[Mary-Agnes] Where you been?

Well, I had a paper to put out.

-Did I miss anything?
-Oh, you're just in time.

But I expect you already knew that.

I wrote a lovely piece
about the ladies of La Belle.

Now you're crying out of both eyes.

Hey, now!

Get the...

[sighs]

[in Paiute]

He's got a map.

Takes him all the way to California.

[footsteps]

It ain't the folks in La Belle
I'm worried about.

It's the folks near La Belle
that give me pause.

You ever hear of Blackdom?

That little speck there is a town?

[Gatz] More like a place.

[Frank grunts]

Why does it catch your eye?

About ten, 12 years ago,
you recall, we were down in Texas.

[Frank grunts]

We get chased by them slave soldiers,

a whole regiment of blackies
in Ranger uniforms.

They was something.
Them boys ran us all over the territory.

[sniffs]

They ran us out of the territory.

That was them, huh?

I fed and watered there
on my way back down from Taos.

-Oh, they're farmers now...
-Mm.

...but they all gunned up
like it's still the war.

I would be, too, if I was them.

But I wonder, why would they get
in the middle of a shooting...

that's got nothing to do with them?

Couldn't say.

But they might still be worth an eyeball.

Boy, you cannot be this ignorant.

Mr. Hobbs...

I've been told that by so many folks
for so long now,

I've got to believe it's true.

But here I am.

Well, Louise ain't about.

And even if she was,
I wouldn't let you within ten feet of her.

[Whitey] That's just fine...

seeing as it's you and the other fellas
I came to see.

[Mary-Agnes]
You're lucky they didn't shoot you.

[Whitey]
I thought for a minute they might.

But you think they'll back us?

They're thinking on it.

And they was all soldiers.
I mean, they can't just...

-They can't just watch us get slaughtered.
-Why not?

I would, I was them.

Not everyone's gonna be able to fight.

And even if they could,
we ain't got enough guns.

What we do got ain't enough
to take them out in the open.

Which means we're gonna have
to find a way to contain the fight.

Contain it how?

We can try and keep most of it
off the streets.

[places gun on table]

Get them off their horses and into
someplace where we got the advantage.

Have to be someplace
they couldn't burn us out.

Say someplace made of iron and brick.

[panting]

[gasps]

[panting]

[panting]

Go ahead, betray me!

-Any of you got the guts?
-Frank.

[Frank] I can shoot you dead.

It's OK. It's just us.

Roy?

[young Roy] That's right, it's Roy.

[panting]

It's OK.

[grunts]

[young Roy] It's OK.

[hollow thud]

[scrabbling]

[grunts]

[can rattles]

[mutters] Oh, God.

[rustling]

[horse nickers]

How y'all doing this evening?

I know you, mister?

We met.

Fellas.

We ain't much for people
sneaking up on us in the dark.

I'm just admiring your stock.

You like them, do you?

I do.

Just as much as the first time
I saw them in La Belle.

How'd you fellas end up with them?

The ladies sold them to us.

Now, I wonder...

why'd they do a thing like that,

seeing as how bad they wanted them
in the first place?

I do know you.

Boys...

we got us a real celebrity in our midst.

A right luminary.

A big name. Big name.

Why don't you come and sit with us,
Mr. Roy Goode?

Share our fire.

Have a drink or two.

I was never much for...

spirits or... company.

That's disappointing, but I understand.

Well, Mr. Goode,

it's all the same to you...

you had best keep on moving.

Go on.

I'm gonna do just that.

But first,
I'm gonna cavvy up these animals...

and take them back to La Belle.

[all laugh]

[chuckles]

I'm gonna take your horse, too, friend.

On account of you ain't fit to ride one.

Mister...

I don't think you savvy.

In fact, you're a second away
from getting dealt out of the game.

-You've got nothing to say to that?
-If you're gonna do it...

[cries out] Shit!

[Roy] Like I said...

[spits]

...you ain't fit.

[McNue] Tell me, Mr. Goode,

how are you planning on driving
those horses all the way back to La Belle?

Oh, don't you look at me, boys.

I ain't help.

So you just keep yourselves
nice and still.

They're already still.

Are they?

-How long you been sitting there?
-Long enough.

Now, Mr. Goode and I need to get moving...

so we ask that you boys keep an eye
on this herd for us until we get back.

Y'all hear me?

[McNue mutters]
Horses are gonna have to wait.

[louder] Now, I mean it.

Y'all do as I say.

-[gunshot]
-[man cries out]

[groans] What the hell
did you do that for?

Oh, just because I'm so damn mean.

[grunts]

[Roy] Now, y'all know who I am.

So you all know I'll find you
wherever you go, and I'll kill you.

Just ask these two men rolling around
in the dirt if I mean what I say.

Now, I expect to find this herd fed...

watered...

groomed, hell, all pretty-looking,
when I get back.

Is that all right with you, fellas?

-Yes, Mr. Goode.
-Y-Yes, sir.

Good.

[sighs]

Come on.

[woman] I've never even heard of this man.

I feel like we've chased him some,
once upon a time.

I say we owe them folks nothing.

Less than nothing.

But how you gonna feel, you ride through
there after they all been massacred?

Not half as bad as I'll feel
if y'all got massacred with them.

Well, if the boy's right,
we're talking about 30 men,

half of them probably drunk
or poorly trained.

We've held off lots more
with a lot fewer than that.

I figure...

in the morning, the two of us,

along with Josiah and his pa,

and Mr. Samuels and his two boys,
and the Walkers, if they're up for it,

we all ride out to La Belle

to see if there's any fortifications
we can help them with.

You don't even know
if this boy is telling the truth.

-Whitey don't lie.
-That you know of.

Well, it took guts to come out here.

I'll give the boy that much.

[knocking at door]

Evening, sir. Folks.

[chuckles] Oh, my.
I see I've interrupted your supper.

Forgive me, uh, but my sons...

My sons and I were wondering
if we might water our horses

and purchase a few supplies from you all.

Please, come in.

Thank you.

Are you hungry?

Oh, we don't want to bother you, ma'am.
Just some water for the horses.

Maybe some jerky or hardtack
if you've got any for purchase.

Then we'll be on our way.

Please, sit down.

Keep an eye on them other houses.

[Frank] This looks mighty good.

Been a while since we...

sat at a proper table.

If you don't mind,
we like to say grace before our meals.

Dear Lord,

thank you for the food and fine company...

and the door that was opened
by these generous people.

In God's name.

Amen.

[Devlins] Amen.

Do you folks know, by chance, how far
we might be from the town of La Belle?

About an hour's ride or so.

Hm.

Are you a preacher?

I am.

I expect we've all in this room
done our share of soldiering.

Are the rest of your men outside?

As I recall...

you ran with quite a few.

And is that a pistol I feel right now...

pointed at me under the table?

And these two boys of yours...

they've got, what from I can tell...

four more pistols between them...

under their coats.

Correct?

You yourself, sir,
I imagine are well-armed.

As are you.

And you.

So it would appear we're sitting
in a room full of men with pistols.

It would appear so.

I ain't got no quarrel with you folks.

My business is in La Belle.

Long as y'all just keep to yourselves,
you'll all be just fine.

So we keep being told.

Where did them kids go?

[chuckles]

They didn't call that railroad
"underground" for nothing.

[faint creaking]

[hatch opening]

[woman screams]

[screaming]

[whimpers] Don't.

[yells]

Enough!

[splutters]

Enough.

[groaning]

[groaning continues]

[wheezing]

Have you no gun, sir?

[gurgles]

[Frank sighs]

[panting]

Goddamn it, sir.

I had no quarrel with you.

[gurgling continues]

[gunfire]

[yelling]

Hey, kids!

[panting]

Shh! Shh! Oh, no. No. Shh!

OK, let's go.

[screaming in distance]

[horse whinnies]

[Roy] I didn't intend on coming back.

I was heading up to California
when I come upon a huge trail of horses.

Got my curiosity, and that's when
I come upon Logan and his bunch.

California?

To tell you the truth, I had me a feeling.

I knew Frank was coming back.

Sure it wasn't another kind of feeling
brought you back?

A lot of ways to California.

-Are you talking about Alice?
-I'm just talking.

She ain't mine to have, Sheriff.

[horse whinnies in distance]

[Roy] Huh.

-You see him?
-The Indian gentleman?

Jesus. I was beginning to think
I was seeing things that weren't there.

Oh, no, he's there, all right.
Just he ain't exactly alive no more.

I lived with him
and his people for a time.

A few months back,
he and I tried to cross the San Juan...

and it turns out he can't swim.

I thought for sure he died.

Are you telling me that's a ghost?

And the dog?

The dog went first.

[horse whinnies in distance]

Anywhere with a clear shot of the street.

Anywhere with a clear shot of the street.

[picking up gun]

Head into the parlor.

Why don't you go into the dining room?

Hide in the dining room.

Anywhere with a clear shot of the street.

Anywhere with a clear shot of the street.

You put yourself any place you want.

Hey.

What happened to that detective fella?

Anywhere with a clear shot of the street.

Anywhere with a clear shot of the street.

[Mary-Agnes] Put yourself in the parlor.

Anywhere with a clear shot of the street.

They're in Blackdom.

We've been riding around in circles,
hiding all night,

so as not to lead them here.

If they're out there,
they already know where we are.

-Put them kids with the others.
-I ain't no more of a kid than he is.

I'm gonna stay here
and fight with the rest of you.

They killed all my family.

I'm gonna kill each and every one of them
before this day's over.

I see why you like her.

Truckee?

Whoa.

[laughter and chattering]

You open it like this.

Load it like so.

[horse whinnies]

Excuse me.

Why are you all still here?

Valentine's boys stole our horses.

You find your boy?

I haven't seen him,
but then I've been preoccupied some.

[gunshot]

I'm sorry.

Alice?

Your boy's probably safer wherever he is.

And we could use someone who can handle
a rifle without blowing their head off.

[wind howling]

[in Paiute]

[hooves pounding]

[wind howling]

[bird caws]

[creaking]

[hooves pounding]

[horse whinnies]

Ain't nothing but pure-ass luck
gonna save us now.

[panting] "The calm...

before the storm."

[horses galloping]

"Roughly...

30 armed..."

[man yells]

"Roughly 100...

heavily...

armed men..."

[horse whinnies]

[horses trotting]

[guns clatter]

He ain't in here!

Where is everybody?

Up there.

Hello, ladies!

You goddamn bitch!

[grunting]

[gunfire continues]

[man cries out]

[horse whinnies]

[woman yells]

[cries out]

[cries out]

[muffled gunfire]

[Grigg] I'm press!

I'm press! I surrender!

[gunfire]

[cries out]

[man] Whoo!

[grunts]

[man] Whoa! Look out!

[man cries out]

[gunfire continues]

[man yells]

[gunfire]

[man hollering]

[yells]

[yells]

[horse whinnies]

[Daryl yells]

[yells]

[screams]

[cries out]

[gun clicks]

[gun clicking]

[cries out]

[yells]

[gunfire continues]

[Frank's men yelling]

[yelling continues]

I'm so sorry, son.

[yelling continues]

Martha!

Martha!

[gunfire]

[gunfire stops]

[Charlotte groans]

[rifles loading]

[Mary-Agnes] What in good holy hell?

Frank.

[rifle cocking]

[cries out]

[cries out]

[cries out]

[cries out]

[horse whinnies]

I ain't blind yet!

[cries out]

[gunfire]

[rifle clicks]

[gasps]

[cries out]

[horse whinnies]

[gunshot]

[horse whinnies]

[wind howling]

[horse whinnies]

[rifle cocking]

[woman coughs]

[grunts]

[grunts]

[gunshot]

[gunshot]

[gunshot]

[gunshot]

Easy, sister.

They only need to be killed but once.

Where are my children?

[coughing]

William!

Trudy!

[William] It's all right, Papa.

Griffin ain't here.

[horse nickers]

[horse nickers]

[boy sobbing]

[horse nickers]

[horse whinnies]

[Truckee sobs]

It's my fault.

[sighs]

[Frank grunts]

I forgot about the trees.

[Frank grunts]

I'm sorry, son.

You can't shoot him!

Oh, I ain't gonna.

He's your animal.

I can't.

He's in a lot of pain, son.

You need to end his suffering.

You'll be doing him a favor.

[flies buzzing]

[horse nickers]

[whispers] I'm sorry.

[gunshot echoes]

[Frank] You done well.

[Truckee sniffs]

[Frank] Tell me, son...

have you got a pappy?

[Roy] Leave him be, Frank.

He's a good boy.

Reminds me of another
when I first come upon him.

Innocent.

Full of promise.

Truckee, you come on up here now.

You best go on, son.

Are you all right?

There's a nice flat spot down here.

I want you to get on my horse.

I want you to ride straight home,
all right?

And don't turn back, either. Go on.

[Frank] You care about the boy.

Pull your gun, Frank.

That's gonna slow you down some.

[Roy] Come on, now.

Let's just get this done.

Same as it slowed you down up in Creede...

and that box canyon.

Pull your gun, Frank.

I love you, too, son.

[gunshot echoes]

No. No, I... No, I've seen my death.

This ain't it.

You seen wrong.

[body thuds]

Roy!

Don't let that old witch
light me on fire again.

[buzzing]

[McNue] Whitey Winn was a sweet soul.

Not all that bright, but...

he was brave.

He's with his ma and pa now,

which, I suppose,
is what he always wanted.

He was a...

He was a...

Maggie, you knew the boy best.

Maybe you ought to say a few words.

[Mary-Agnes sobs]

Perhaps I might say a word or two.

And who might you be?

Pastor Garrett Moore.

You're too late.

I do hope not.

[Pastor] "'Tis a fearful thing

to love what death can touch.

A fearful thing to love,

to hope, to dream, to be.

To be, and, oh, to lose.

A thing for fools, this.

And a holy thing.

A holy thing... to love.

For your life has lived in me.

Your laugh once lifted me.

Your word was gift to me.

To remember this brings painful joy.

'Tis a human thing, love.

A holy thing...

to love what death has touched."

[Truckee] Will I ever see you again?

No, son.

God bless you, Roy.

You too, ma'am.

Here.

That's my mama's horse.

I know.

I'm leaving you the black one.

He likes you better, anyway.

[horse snorts]

[Roy] Come here.

"Iyovi."

What does that mean in Paiute?

-"Dove."
-Like the bird?

[chuckles]

There's a post yonder
still needs righting.

Would you let her know for me?

I found Ed Logan and his boys tied naked
to an old oak not too far from town.

The ladies' horses all grazing about.

Any idea how that might have happened?

Maybe talk to your sister about that one.

[horse whinnies in distance]

Take good care of them.

I aim to.

I informed A.T. Grigg that Roy Goode
and Frank Griffin killed each other

in a gunfight outside La Belle.

Be a hell of an obituary.

Well, maybe I'll read it sometime.

Good luck to you, Mr. Ward.

[waves lapping]