All language subtitles for The.English.S01E03.WEB

What's up there for you? Land claim.

Where? Nebraska.

Is that far?
Not as far as you want to go.

You know the greatest enemy to
an Indian?

Our past.
We have to turn our back on it.

I got a knack for survival.

What's in her bags?

Nothing worth dying for.

So, hand 'em over.

Oh, my God!

We have to get somewhere
safe for the both of them.

I get what you got to do
and why you got to do it.

But I've been here before,
and I ain't going back.

I brought you something.

Thank you.

Mr Trafford.

That was a 13-week gestated
Hereford cross.

Hundred more lying up there,
all ripped out the same.

What kind of community you got
going on up here, Sheriff?

Billy Myers. Remember him?
Mm-hm.

Lonnie's brother.
I hear he's up there.

Caine County or some such.

You might wanna look him up.
Tell him we finally got him.

We finally got Lonnie's killer.

CRYING, PANTING

SHE SCREAMS

GUNSHOT

GUNSHOT

Did you hear that?

How was it they allowed him in?

For shooting his wife?

And then for killing himself.

We put everyone like that at
a crossroads,

it's where the cemetery would be.

Well, it's a nice spot.

Better hope it doesn't fill up
too quick.

Nah. Nah, those days are done.

Mr Myers.

How can I help?

There's been a cattle break.
But I know where they'll be.

Where is he?

It's fine, Mr Myers,

take your time.

Tim, Timothy Flynn...

..what shot his-self.

Uh-uh.

Who, uh, who saw his body?

I did. Were there, uh...

..were there any marks?

Marks?

Yeah, on him.

He'd put a barrel to his mouth,
so...

What exactly is it you're
looking for?

No marks on Timothy Flynn?

Only took him in down to his johns,

closed casket and all.
I'll be honest with you,

if wasn't for Mr Melmont,

lucky they didn't go down in
a couple of old gunny-sacks.

Melmont?

Paid for the coffins.

She had cow pox.

Mrs Flynn. On her hand.

HORSE NEIGHS

Hey! Hey!

Whoa!

Hey! That's mine.

So is that. So is that. You cut
them up and give them back.

Relax! Cool down, Ma'am!

Mrs Myers. You got my cattle.

How's that?

Look. At what?

That's my cut.

That? That's not
a registered brand.

Those are my cattle.

Ma'am, all unbranded cattle found

on the open range become
the property of

the Stock Growers' Association.

And as you are not
an Association member,

this stock does not belong to you.

Don't go thinking you're
no gentleman.

Been here since '75,

long since divested myself
of that illusion.

Huh?

I'm not a gentleman.

That why you steal my cattle?

They were in the open.

I'm glad they done slice up
your cows.

Well, that was a crime.
This is a crime.

It's a mistake of anyone to give
the likes of Billy Myers

and Timothy Flynn the chance
to start again.

And Flynn just went
and blew his wife's head off,

so if I was you,
I'd put a lock on my gun box.

Don't you go threatening me.

I'm not.
Threat's already in your bed.

Is that like a Prussian thing?
Are you asking me to dance?

I'm Austrian.

Right. So which one wears
the pointy hats?

This is my country.

Those are my cattle.

Compliments on your riding.

Help you there, Ma'am?

Let her go, boys.

Did you round them up deliberately?

Anything with Billy Myers' name
on it is fair game by my book.

Where is he?

No. Ma, please.

You're flat.

Dear God.

Think we need a word
with Billy Myers.

Oh, my God.

Hey!

"Haema..." Say it again.

Hae-mato-zoa.
Hae-ma-to-zoa.

How do they get in?

Tick bite. Cow gets bit,
parasite gets into the blood,

gets inside the cells, multiplies,

then they burst out
and the whole thing starts over.

And before long, you've got
a thousand head

of dying cattle - just cos they
got nipped by

a creature no bigger than my
pinky nail. Oh.

And so you're looking for ways
to treat it? Found one.

Hmm? You heard of a fella named
Charles Darwin?

English, like yourself. I have.

"Nature, red in tooth and claw."

You know, I think that might
actually be Alfred Tennyson.

It is a way to harness
nature, Ma'am, is what it is.

And that is what we intend to do
with this.

Take the parasite,
kill the parasite,

put it back in the body. That way,

next time a live one comes along,
body knows it already. Hmm.

Just goes right ahead
and eats it all up.

And I am of the personal opinion
that in short order,

all the ills of the world may be
similarly treated,

whether it be a tick or an Indian.

An Indian? And how might that be?

"Acculturalisation."

"A"...

What?

What the body does to the parasites,
society must do to the Indian.

Kill him?

Absorb him.

How might you do that?

You want to survive in
a white man's world,

you have to become one.
Simple as that.

And that's science?

That, Ma'am, is Tennyson.

So, I notice you're wearing
a knife.

No, no, no, please, I understand.

A stranger has joined your fireside.

Biology may indeed be our
sole creator,

but morality must remain our
constant guide.

I wish you well with the delivery
of those dear children

and praise you for your brave
intent.

GUNSHOT

BABY GRIZZLES

I know you're not shot.

I did not aim to shoot you.

Just him.

Because you went where you
should not.

Don't bother to send anyone after.

The vultures in Kansas leave
no trace.

Where am I not to go?

It's all right.

CLICKS TONGUE

Smaller pieces straight
for grinding,

bigger in that one for the furnace.

Finest bone meal this side
of Topeka.

Buffalo?
Was a time you could cross this

whole yard on nothing
but tail-bones.

Why not get the corn in first?

Hmm?

Nah. That's last year's surplus.

Just leaving them to rot?

Way I heard it, you Pawnee,

it was the women did all
the farm work,

you men just sat
around horse-lifting.

Horses look good too.

They do. That how you make
your money?

Because the way I heard it,

market's been dead for corn
a year now

and buffalo don't need
no explanation.

Don't go guessing at my
business, son.

Don't go telling me who
I should be.

Don't want to argue with you.
You can be who you want,

so long as you pay your debt.

For a compass? Fine one, fine enough

to steer your lady friend right
back into your heart, hmm?

I can see you wanna break
some bones.

Oh, that wagon you came in by?

Got someone take it at a price.

Not mine to sell.

Not yours to keep then neither.

So you don't mind if I do.
Fair's a share.

Ma.

If there's any good come from
having spat you two

out of my pelvis, it's getting up
there on this fat fuck.

So...what have we got?

It will be fine. All right? Mm-hm.

180 for the wagon,

300 for the horses,

20 for the harness,

maybe 15 for the rifle,

unless it's a '73.

Bits and pieces, 500. 550 tops.

Ah, I don't know, boys,

you want to dip your wicks into
something warm, you go right ahead.

But personally I'll save my snatch
for something bigger.

First we thought it was a trap.

Yeah. Ol' Cap'n Clegg
and his crew testing us,

see if we'd muscle his patch.

They're dead. They all are.

Clegg been working that line
for years.

Now it's up for grabs.
Are you interested?

What's the competition?

Black-eyed Mog and her boys.

She ain't going to work with you,
nor any of your kind.

That's why we're looking to you.
Well, I ain't going to stop her.

Shit no,

she got poison punch
through horsehide.

Yeah, and tit-fed her kids
on the same.

Well, we got someone else in mind,
take her out. Who?

Same as stopped Clegg.
They working for you?

Will be.

Now, how'd you reckon it being
a trap?

Just sitting there
with this inside it.

Regular it'd be 300, but got
to keep back 50 for its contents.

50? Unless you want to deal
with it yourselves.

What you going to do?

Trust me, boys, everything's
got a price.

Go in the back, lie down.

And don't move. Lie down.

Lie down, don't move.

Go! Go.

Stop!

Stop!

Ra-chel! Ra-chel!

Someone came to camp here,

told us of terrible happenings.

My son, he was going.

But here you come.

How did you know to look at us?

To find you?
Er, it was an Indian couple.

Farmers. They said they'd met you.

Ja. They say they will look
for them. Look out for them.

Nein. Look for them.

Where exactly. For help.

Sie hat die Kinder gerettet.

Too late. If not for you.

And your friend. Thank you.

Danke Vater. Danke.

So you don't eat with us no more?

Stir your own pot,

I get it.

Heard you got yourself a
tongue-lashing from John yesterday.

I paid it no mind.

He ain't used to having another man
round the place, is all.

Weren't through lack of trying.

You a father?

Been.

Him too.

None made a year.

Christian?

American.

This here's our baby now.

That compass.
Oh, yeah!

Fancy bit of clockwork.

Worth a fence line or two.

That why he offered it?

My husband may not be much
with a corn shucker,

Mr Whipp,
but he sure can cut a deal.

How'd you come by it?
Englishman.

Passing through.

That happen a lot?

Yes, sir.

People cross oceans just to get
to where we are now.

But they always come up
a little short.

They will sell anything
at any price,

just to get themselves
a little bit further.

You're hucksters.

From people who only want to take
what was already ours?

Then that's what we are.

Ain't farming, though, is it?

Ain't it?

Wheat seeds. Thank you.

Russian. "Red Tur-key". Best.

I'm, I'm not looking to start
a farm.

No, no, no. Please, please, erm...

Life.

Erm, the...the man who...who
saved her.

Erm, he is Pawnee. Yes?

Indian. Yes.

The...the land that you want.

It...it was his already.

We are, we are taking it.

Erm...

Stealing.

Stealing it.

Nein.

This land ist... Vater unser.

Father's?

God's.

Ja. Nicht, nicht unseres. Seines.

I don't, I don't...

This land is not ours. It is His.

And his alone.

Und Seine Wille geschehe.

And His will be done.

If He did not want us
to have this land,

he would not have delivered
us here.

Thank you.

For who?

For her horse.

Ah, yes.
They had horses on that farm.

Unser pferd.

She says it was her horse on
the farm.

Did you see it?
With white socks on its front feet.

It was taken from the wagon by
the bad men, the farmers.

I...I need a, erm, saddle?

Saddle.

Are you welching on your
debt there?

I reckon you've set
the price too high.

Still got to hold you to it.

No, you're not.

What you seen?

Not my business.

You packing her stuff too?

Tracking's my job,
best get back to it...

She owes me a wagon.

Buys my silence.

So you have seen something.

Found it in the German wagon.

Hell.

Yeah, I don't make the mess,

I just get paid to clean it up
is all.

Bushwhackers.

Well, I don't care to enquire.
'Cept you do.

You tell them everything that
comes through here.

Us, them German folk.

And then you get a cut of whatever
it is they bring back.

Unless it's bodies.
Comes to grinding up bodies,

I'm just guessing that's
a flat fee.

They're stealing our land.

Stolen.

So what do you care?

Don't.

Claim's yours, you got to keep
it whichever way you can.

Ain't by corn, "mother" or no.
Sorghum neither.

Tried them all. Topsoil's dead,

bed rock's too deep,

nothing going to grow here. Ever.

That's why they gave it to you.

This way I get to give it back.

Kind of like a parasite, though,
ain't it? Sucking till you pop.

Says a man who got his coin from
the US Army.

Weren't like this. No.

Because the only people we strip
down are white.

Not what I'm looking for.

Yeah, well, see,

there you go

cos I got someone looking for you.

Real hard.

Who? Seems to reckon

you saw something during your
soldiering days.

Something no-one else was
allowed to.

COCKS GUN

I ain't going to shoot you.

Can't risk damaging the goods.

Where is he?

Gone. Where?

Too much to ask for a hand?

With that amount of cash,
your guess is as good as mine.

But how you thought to leave that
much cash with him,

I cannot imagine.

Or maybe I can. Either ways,

it's him you should be pointing that
thing at. Like we tried to do before

he lit off with it all.

Whose was it anyway?

Mine.

No sense riding around with that
amount of cash 'less it's stolen.

Well, it wasn't.

Well, it is now.

My point proven.

Who's that for?

Family dog.

It's deep for a dog.

Well, I place no curb on my
maternal affection.

A sentiment I believe you share.

You lost a child, ain't ya?

It's a look in the eye.

I've felt it so many times
in my own.

Them's mine.

All of 'em...

..long since buried.

But you...

Oh, you're still raw, ain't ya?

I know.

Your mind's a whirlwind.

I still got me a mind as tattered
as that dress you sport.

Come now, dear.

Killing and thieving?

You ain't got the stomach
for this, do ya?

Lady like you.

That's it, shhh.

There you go,

that's it.

Well, hell!

Shivved by a cracker.

GASPING

Eli!

Eli!

It's a shock...

..to see the exact value of
a man's life laid out on a table.

I saw his horse in the corral.

He wouldn't have left without it.
Or them.

Or me, I'd hazard.

So where is he?

Who'd you sell him up to? Didn't.

OK.
COCKS GUN

So, seeing as we're weighing up
values here, how much for you?

Take it. Take it?

You don't think you're worth
a bit more?

I mean, you did say that Eli was
just a backward-looking Pawnee,

do you remember?
So, a bit more, I think.

KNOCKING

Is that it?

That's your lot?

Every single cent?

Ah.

That's it.

Maybe you don't value
yourself enough.

I already found gold under
your mattress.

That's everything. I, I swear.

OK. Thank you.

Now, what about your wife?

How are you going to pay for her,

now that you've given up everything
just to save yourself? But think.

Think carefully.

Because if you haven't already
given me everything,

well, then,
you haven't even saved yourself.

SHE CHUCKLES

Do you know the first time out here,
I tried this?

This. I've got to be honest,

I just, oh,
I ended up flat on my face.

But then, I don't know,
I don't know, six hours later,

the man who did it,
he ended up flat on his face.

And he had a knife sticking out,
right here.

There's just something about
this country.

And you know your wife's is
right here.

Nasty wound, she won't last long,
so don't you dilly-dally.

What do you want?

What I just asked you.

Except this time you're
going to give me everything.

Because that is how much my friend
is worth.

So where is he?

My name's Kills on Water.

You don't know me.

But I've been looking for you.

Long time.

You want this back?

Tell me everything you know about
the massacre at Chalk River.