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- Spencer! - I'm here!

Spencer!

Just breathe, breathe with me. Come on.

Come on, breathe.

I'll send for a doctor.

No need.

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.

You should go to the hospital in Nairobi.

They will need to clean and dress these wounds again.

Linda needs to take Kagiso home.

I'll get them on the train.

Much appreciated.

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.

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.

Now say you're sorry.

I'm sorry for your loss.

I didn't lose anything.

I'm sorry for his loss.

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.

I'm sorry.

Say it again.

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

I'm sorry too.

The only reason I'm not killing you right now

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

Jake.

Something's up there

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

Quiet. Listen. Listen.

That's a gunshot.

- Goddammit. - That's a gunshot.

Ya!

Hey, hey cow. Hey cow.

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

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

Zane!

Whoa, whoa!

You son of a bitch.

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.

We taking these boys to town?

I've got something else in mind.

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.

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.

Lord Jesus, be our guest.

Lord Jesus, be our guest.

We ask you to bless this food.

We ask you to bless this food.

That it may nourish us and sustain us.

That it may nourish us and sustain us.

I warned you, Banner.

Now you attack my family.

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

Ya! Ya!

Whoa. Whoa.

What do we do?

You stay real fucking still.

Try to work your hands free.

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.

♪ 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.

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.

"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.

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.

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.

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.

Oh...

Come here.

Whoa, boy. Come here.

Attaboy.

Come on. Attaboy.

Ah...

Whoa, whoa, boy. Whoa, boy.

Whoa. Whoa, boy.

Agh!

I'm here to see the super-tendent.

Do you have an appointment?

Have a seat.

That's right, bring them up.

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.

Come on, boys.

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!

Get the hell out of here, boys!

We're goin' home now!

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

Come in.

Have a seat.

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.

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.

Come now child.

Work the soap through your hair.

Come, come.

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

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.

Your fever will empty the ice house all by itself.

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.

If you ever lay a hand on me again,

I'll kill the rest of you.

Hey, let's go.

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

Ask what?

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.

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.

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.

You don't see the romance in that?

And that's quite enough.

She's engaged, sir.

Good day to you.

Come along, now.

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.

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.

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.

- Cheers. - Hear, hear.

Oh, dear.

If you'd excuse me.

Of course.

Thank you.

Arthur: Feeding time.

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.

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.

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

Then I pray a kind one finds you.

Or have mine.

What terrible children you'll raise.

Let's go back.

You go.

I'll be along.

You're just like the wildlife here.

Migrating from watering hole to watering hole.

I'd be easy to ambush.

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.

Alexandra.

I see what you mean.

Good morning.

Little early to call it good.

She's going to run that skinny boy ragged.

I hear the road to Serengeti is bad.

Definitely.

You will find it most unpleasant.

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.