All language subtitles for Lawmen.Bass.Reeves.S01E08.720p.WEB.h264-EDITH

Bass is dedicated to justice.

Seems sometimes there's

hardly much room for
anything or anyone else.

Looking for a Moody O'Neil.

You set out to hang
an old Black woman

in a white man's noose.

Go collect your blood bounty,
up-jumped slave catcher.

I wonder how much blood
you left in your wake

on your path to freedom.

No more than I had to.

You are a killer, just like me.

Upon careful review
of the evidence,

I pronounce you not guilty.

You 50 bucks short, Florence.

I delivered a living,
breathing man into the hands

of a Texas Ranger.

Ramsey.

Who is Mr. Sundown?

Bass Reeves.

Mr. Sundown is cinco peso.

There was a boy that
I loved like a son.

I'm going after the
man who killed him.

You a lawman or an outlaw?

Today, a bit of both, I reckon.

My daddy said they're
one and the same.

Your daddy a smart man.

Every man has hell
in his heart...

some just more than others.

Go on, get.

Whew.

♪ Woke up one morning
on the Chisholm Trail ♪

♪ With a rope in my hand
and a cow by the tail ♪

♪ Ki-yi-yippee-yippee-ay,
yippee-ay ♪

♪ Ki-yi-yippee-yippee-ay

♪ Last night on guard,
and the leader broke... ♪

Got him?

Damn it, Sherrill!

We need him talking.

Grab his feet.

Whoa.

Wrists and ankles. Tight.

Now, you'd best be
spilling them beans

before Mama don't
recognize you no more.

I killed Mama.

You two fixing to meet.

Enough.

Last time I'm gonna ask.

Where Mr. Sundown?

Holed up your Black
ass, I reckon.

But I say unto you,

it shall be more
tolerable for Sodom

on the day of judgment
than for thee.

Saddle up. We ride
for Glen Rose.

What about him?

Take his boots. Cut him loose.

His boots? What about his scalp?

Night's coming
quick. The man hurt.

Got no horse.

That a problem for you, Deputy?

Stupid is what it is.

Stupid and soft.

Thirty mile to Fort Worth.

Twenty to Glen Rose.

Brutal terrain, barefoot.

No way he'd get to either.

You sure about that?

Sure you don't get a vote.

Who here believes Zion,

that paradise of which we dream,

must be built in a faraway land?

Is that where we want to
deepen our relationship

- with the Almighty?
- No.

Is that where we
want to prosper?

No.

Such a powerful word.

One most of us have
heard all our lives.

It's been used against
us for too long.

So, why exodus to the Territory?

Why not say yes?

Why not better our
lives here and now?

If the answer is yes, then
the question is only: how?

The winds bring word
of prosperity up north.

A Black county
commissioner in Illinois.

A state representative
in Michigan.

But I ask you,

has some providence touched

our brothers and
sisters in Chicago

that does not deserve
to touch us, too?

Do they have a
conviction in Detroit

that we ourselves have mislaid?

I ask again, why
build paradise afar

when we can build politicians
of our own right here

- in Fort Smith?
- Yes!

Now, I say that's the true
path to the city over the hill.

To freedom.

Deputy Rogers.

You shine like a polished
penny in your Sunday best.

Thank you, Miss Esme.

Your words, they,
uh... they shine, too.

I reckon you gave
them folk more to chew

than their mouths normally hold.

- I hadn't seen Sally.
- She running a fever.

Some awful thing.
Day and a half now.

Tuesday, then?

Bass, he's not due back
for at least a week.

You and Sally deserve a
night for what's important.

What's important is peace
and quiet, is it not?

Mama knows best.

Mm-hmm.

Miss Esme?

May I walk you home?

It'd be a pleasure, Deputy.

Jennie.

Y'all come on.

Come on.

Ah-ah.

Let me tell you something.

I'm all ears.

Next time you shoot a man in
cold blood over my say so,

I'll put you in cuffs
and haul your ass

directly to Judge Parker.

- You mind if I share, too?
- Think carefully.

I'm not in the listening mood.

The minute we began
this expedition,

we was waltzing with the devil.

And the sooner you accept that,

better odds of survival.

For all of us.

Bass.

This is good a place as any.

I knew this Injun posse man

when I was first deputized.

We'd be out on the plains,

just like now,

and he'd be a-grubbing
and a-farting.

And I'd say, "Is that you
playing that buttock banjo?"

He'd just nod and he'd say, uh,

"Me do, me do."

That always soured my
supper something fierce.

What about you, little red boy?

You do?

You do, too?

'Cause I know old Bass,

he won't touch a
lick of my cooking.

Likely it's the bullshit that
spews out of your fetid mouth.

Well, I'd say you
swallowed a white man word.

I may know the white
man's language,

but I'll fight you
like the Injun I am.

Your Injun mama,

she must've done a whole
heap of seed swallowing

in order to grow that
white tongue of yours.

You want to jerk that
iron, half-breed?

Go ahead.

No more talking.

♪ Jesus paid it all

♪ All

-♪ Had left a -♪ Stain

♪ Crimson stain

♪ Sin has left a crimson stain

♪ He washed it white as snow

♪ Jesus paid it all

♪ All to him I owe

♪ Sin has left a crimson stain

Mama?

Hush.

Well, I'd say you're a
bit sooner than expected.

Esau owe me a debt.

I only aim to collect.

Ranger Pierce don't
accept armed company.

I ain't here for a cup of tea.

I'm a Deputy U.S. Marshal.

And I'm Pete. This is Puck.

And that giant there is Malachi.

Rules are gospel around
here, badge or no badge.

Expect them back.

Shiny.

This a-way, Deputy Marshal.

And mind the traps.

Never know when one will
jump up and bite you.

Sorry, Miss Rachel.

Oh, I sullied the floor.

Oh, Jesus.

Now, where do you
think you're going?

All right. Bite down.

All right.

Okay.

Okay.

Aren't you just...

Oh, come here.

Oh.

Well, you have
your father's eyes.

Let's hope that's
all you got from him.

Are you feeling well, Jennie?

Yes, ma'am.

Isn't that wonderful?

You get your rest.

That's what's important now.

Thank you, ma'am.

We'll see you back at
work in the morning.

You were missed.

Even for a day.

Come on, baby.

Harriet, I want you to take
your brothers and sister

down to the waterfall.

Mama, who's that white lady?

Do what I say.

Okay.

That's quite the brood

you and Bass have
been blessed with.

Where are the
little ones off to?

- Why you here?
- And this one,

practically a grown woman now.

Hard to believe I was
the first to hold her.

Did you know that, Sally?

No, ma'am.

Jumped on me just like
a duck on a june bug.

Sally, get inside.

Don't be cross before the
conversation even starts.

What conversation?

Trust you'll find
your way from here.

I could've found my
way from back there.

I'll be seeing you real soon.

Decided to pay that visit.

You did.

Question is, are you
a servant of justice,

or rather, some
species of queer?

Neither.

Just here to collect
on what you owe me.

- What might that be?
- Fifty-dollar difference

between a pair of
boots and a man.

You rode hundreds of
miles for pocket change?

It's the principle, generally.

But I do got a wife
and five kids to feed.

Well, every dollar counts in
the game of love and chance,

don't it, Silvia?

I'm not sure I
catch your meaning

or that it matter much.

Well, hitch your horse,
then. Money's inside.

Come find me.

Awful fine on a Ranger's due.

Well, I've become a man of
opportunity and enterprise.

Cattle, mostly.

Supplying the Yanks with the
finest beef you've ever tasted.

You let your badge
weigh you down, Bass.

Mine has set me free.

You don't know me.

Oh, but we've known each
other for centuries.

Double what I owe
for your effort.

You see my monster upon entry?

Never spied anything like it.

I purchased this land
from an old mining outfit.

When they failed to strike, they
considered it all worthless.

But the things they unearthed,

buried deep like
the secrets we keep,

giant beasts who
once roamed freely,

now resigned to the dark.

Only spoken of in
legend and lore.

Like Mr. Sundown?

Well, cock-a-doodle-doo.

You know, I was wondering
when the foreplay would end

and the rutting would begin.

Are you hungry?
Steak, of course.

"Unholy War"?

Well, isn't that
just delightful?

I wrote it.

Did you, now? All by yourself?

I'm gonna be a poet.

Your mother fancied
her letters, too.

I taught her, of course.
Wasn't an easy task.

Some folks fancy
some fine words,

think they know every book.

You've had your time.

Now, if you don't mind, I
got a wagonload of goods

to unpack and four
more kids to corral.

George is doing well,
politicking his sweet heart out.

Seems to forever be
in Austin, however.

And these laws they're
fighting to pass.

I suppose they're
good for some folks,

not so good for others.

Do you have an opinion?

No.

You should.

She's such a precious thing
even as sick as she is.

What a joy it will
be to have her

and your children back home.

This is they home.

They're not my laws,

- but they arrive all the same.
- Sally, get upstairs.

- She's fine.
- Sally.

You'll feel better
soon, sweetheart.

You need to leave my house now.

I can see my generosity
is not appreciated.

- Generosity.
- Why, yes.

There are men who conspire to
root you out from your land.

And they got their tails up.

Surely, you know this.

Oh, dear.

You've seen it, haven't you?

In town?

- You're a wretched woman.
- Wretched?

Would a wretched woman
offer your children

the opportunity to
tend my beautiful home?

Or would you prefer that they
be turned out as field niggers?

Oh, my.

Get out, devil.

Now!

Made quite an impression.

Didn't I?

You did.

Just maybe not the
one you wanted.

I reckon folks ain't
ready to stray too far

from the safety of silence.

I am.

Are you, now?

What changed?

Nothing yet, but the laws will

if we don't fight back.

They'll take it if you let 'em.

And we ain't gonna do that.

There you go, Bass.

A touch warm in here, isn't it?

Hadn't noticed.

We often get a
breeze at this hour.

A beautiful night.

Stars are out.

Cows seem antsy.

A Chinaman once told
me that terror...

tenderizes the flesh.

He was referring to
dogs, of course...

it's a delicacy in the Orient...

but I decided to employ
the practice here.

You be the judge.

Judgment ain't my jurisdiction.

Jury and executioner, then.

And?

Better than dog, I imagine.

Well, dog tastes like shit.

So does this steak.

I admire your steel, Bass.

Your brevity.

Everything about you, really.

What's your grift, Esau?

Careful now.

Curiosity killed the deputy.

I've been enjoying
your company so far.

Saw that safe all
chock with greenbacks.

More money than I'd earn

arresting every outlaw
in the territory.

Twice.

Count me interested.

Are you, now?

No king built much
of a kingdom alone.

You know, Bass, when
I accepted that man

was no more, no less than
the animals that we hunt,

corral and consume,

regardless of race or station,

I decided dominance was
my only path forward.

You know this to be true, too.

But you still wrestle
with the religion.

Indoctrinated to keep you weak.

You shed that, you'll
truly experience freedom.

God's never been
further from my grasp.

Well, God is always in mine.

I arrest the "will
not be missed."

Sadly, all Black
thieves and killers.

I deliver their boots.

Their bodies are worth far
more than the difference.

Now, the myth of Mr. Sundown,

that's taken a fanciful
flourish from reality.

Not that I mind.

I'll be the biggest
supplier of beef

from the Atlantic
to the Pacific.

Off the backs of wanted men.

Off the backs of dead
men, far as anyone cares.

Still, I ask you,
would you rather swing

from a government gallows or
eat my food, breathe my air,

sleep in my quarters?

Cost seem high,

even for a life already lost,

or one they're just
renting from you.

Blood, sweat,
little bit of pain.

Pennies on the dollar when a
rope's your only alternative.

Home as promised.

Seems starved.

Oh, yeah, she is.

Bass?

You care to do the honors?

Do you believe in
what I'm building?

Do you?

Yes.

Yes, what?

Yes... sir.

Have I not been patient?

Yes... sir.

Bass.

Go ahead, unshackle him.

Well...

now for you, Bass.

What?

Time to bear those chains again.

You're the real monster.

Well, yes.

You should've known better
than to take me for a fool.

Just as I should've known better

than to think of you
as more than a slave.

We've known each
other for centuries.

Goddamn, kid.

Just leave me be.

Almost got it.

Goddamn it, just leave me be.

Devil's got me by the hand, kid.

If it ain't the gallon
of blood I've gushed,

then it's gonna
be the damn fever.

And that ain't no way to die.

Jesus, Sherrill.

I might be a right prick

about you people,

but I ain't stupid about lawmen.

You're gonna make one
hell of a Deputy Marshal.

You go save Bass.

Go on. Get out of here. Go.

Get.

He got Pistol. Headed that way.

Free those men.

Legend is yours, Bass Reeves.

The light in the storm.

Death is the only
light in this darkness.

- Go and help the others.
- Okay.

Sherrill?

Take these men someplace safe.

Somewhere free.

I hear Kansas good.

No one's gonna ever know...

that you made history
today, Deputy Reeves.

Come on.

I reckon Sherrill would
want you to have this.

It's yours.

I'll tell Parker you earned it.

First...

you ought to stop in Checotah.

Go marry that pretty girl.

I'm home.

Every part of me.

And me.

Forever.

♪ Unholy war

♪ My demons are coming

♪ Boy, you better run

♪ Go take your freedom, oh, no

♪ Wade in the water

♪ Be gone by morning

♪ Don't you let
them find you here ♪

♪ Oh, no

♪ Let love lead you home

♪ Oh, no

♪ Let redemption keep you warm

♪ So you better run