All language subtitles for 4_1883.S01E06.1080p_English

- (Money for nothing by dire straits)
- Mtv...

(Dramatic music playing)

(German and slavic chatter)

Elsa: We moved towards doan's
crossing and the red river.

And tragedy's next opportunity
to ravage what's left of us...

My mother says the pain will fade.

And the good memories will return.

I suppose that's true.

(Sobbing)

Every person on this planet
will endure this pain

until they are the cause of it
for another.

Someday, I'll die
and shatter hearts, too.

But that is not today.

Today I am living and I'm the shattered.

(Sobbing)

Thomas: Oughta try and hire a cowboy
away from 'em.

And a cook.

Can't mess with an outfit's cook.

You steal their cattle
and they wouldn't be madder.

I ain't looking for a gun fight
this morning.

We'll hire a cook and a cowboy
going the other way at doan's.

How's she doing?

About how you'd expect.

(Clicks tongue)

(Dramatic music playing)

- You hungry?
- No.

- Where are you going?
- I need some privacy.

Why do you need privacy?

I got my period.

Elsa: Death is everywhere.

It follows us like a stray dog,

waiting to devour us like scraps.

The pain it causes is so acute,
so complete...

It's hard to understand
how it benefits us, as a species.

(Soft dramatic music playing)

Elsa: What purpose does pain serve?

I understand desire and fear...

And love...

And how they protect us
and better our lives and bring new life.

But grief...

If I weren't so consumed by it,
it would baffle me.

I know how you feel.

A lot of people are gonna tell you that.

Whether it's the truth or not,
I don't know.

But I know it's true when I say it.

I have sat right where you're sitting,

thinking the same thing.

Thinking I don't want to live
without them.

Don't see the point.

Still do most days.

But here I am...

Living without them.

Well...

My reasons'd be different than yours.

I don't have anyone left who loves me.

You do.

(Melancholy music playing)

I'll tell you a secret.

(Sniffs)

I'll tell you why
I'm still sucking air today.

I'm headed to the ocean.

The ocean?

(Sniffs)

An apache scout told me once...

That when you love somebody,
you trade souls with them.

They get a piece of yours,
and you get a piece of theirs.

But when your love dies...

A little piece of you dies with them.

- That's why you hurt so bad.
- (Crying)

But that little piece of him
is still inside you.

And he can use your eyes
to see the world.

I'm taking my wife to the ocean...

And I'm gonna sit on the beach,
and let her see it.

That was her dream.

Then I'm going to see her.

That's my dream.

In the meantime,
the herd could sure use its cowgirl.

(Dramatic music playing)

(Dramatic music continues)

Where you going now?

Back to work.

(Theme music playing)

(German and slavic chatter)

(Acoustic music playing)

(German and slavic chatter)

Let's hold the herd up here.

James: Hold 'em up!

(Speaking slavic)

(Melancholy music playing)

If you need something from the traders,
I'll get it for you.

You stay here and keep them kids close.

There's as many thieves
as traders out there.

(Melancholy music continues)

My husband's things.
I have to sell them.

Yes, ma'am, I'll get 'em sold.

Thank you.

(Melancholy music playing)

Don't sell that shotgun.

- I don't know how to use it.
- I can teach you to use it.

You're gonna need it.

(Horse trots away)

I wonder if they got dairy cows.
'Cause I'd like some milk.

Milk will spoil.

The way this damn wagon rattles,

milk will be butter in an afternoon.

(Chuckles)

Grab some more coffee too, would you?

Take John.
I'd like to spend some time with Elsa.

All right, come on, son.

Here we go. (Grunts)

Don't let those traders swindle you.

I plan on doing the swindling.

(Laughs)

I'll bet.

Ride with me.

Gotta watch the herd.

The first decent grass these cattle
have seen in a week.

The cattle will be fine.

Wade!

(Clicks tongue)

I'm gonna take her to the trading post.

Do you need anything?

Well...

I wouldn't be mad at a chocolate bar,
if they happen to have one.

(Chuckles)
If they have one, I'll buy it.

Much appreciated.

Come on. (Clicks tongue)

(Indistinct chatter)

(Dramatic music playing)

What?

What!

You's what.

It's a free country.

I can look at whatever I want.

Judging by the way you're dressed,
you don't mind it.

(Laughs)

I mind it.

What are you going to do about it?

(Tense music playing)

I like this one.

Let me see.

You've got expensive taste, boy.

Margaret: James!

You gonna shoot me, little girl?

Goddam right I am.

It's harder to do than you think.

No, it ain't.

It comes real natural to me.

Look, we was just funnin'
and she pulls iron.

I guess she wasn't having too much fun.

All right. All right.

Just... I put it down, okay?

I put it down.

James.

I don't wanna waste looking
over my shoulder for you.

You won't find us if you do.

We's headed to fort worth.

Well, I'd be headed that way.

(Tense music playing)

(Uncocks gun)

What is wrong with you?

Give it to me.

You don't point this at anyone
unless you plan on using it.

I was gonna use it.

(Sighs)

Go to camp, and you wait there!

(Dramatic music playing)

(Indistinct chatter)

Whoo! Pretty short fuse on that girl.

It's not long.

Some of them cowgirls
is ranker than the cowboys.

Like they ain't never had a mother.

I'm her mother.

(Sighs)

Would you like a lemonade?

I would not, thank you.

How 'bout a whiskey punch?

(Soft dramatic music playing)

You look like you could use it.

Would you join me?

(Laughs)

Sister, I been joining you since noon.

(Chuckles)

Ice.

My husband bought a block
in fort worth in January.

Got the ice box down our well.

Hundred-pound block will last till June
if we don't get in there much.

This is the last of it
and I ain't letting one bit go to waste.

(Chuckles) (Sniffs)

Mmm.

(Soothing music playing)

Sorry.

Thank you.

Children can have that effect.

Mine sure did.

(Soothing music continues)

How was it?

Not worth going.

They never are.

Stars for a blanket.

Ground for a bed.

Good horse, open country.

That's all a cowboy needs.

Guess it's all a cowgirl needs too.

(Dramatic music playing)

Oregon?

Mmmm.

Once I get there how the hell
am I supposed to get back?

We'll put your wagon
and horses on a train

and send you wherever you want to go.

Why can't they cook for themselves?

Can't do much of nothing for themselves.

Which way you going?

We'll cut through south pass,

drop into salt lake,
and head west from there.

You won't beat the winter.

We'll beat it.

What about beef?

Hmm? You got beef?

'Cause there ain't shit
for game once you hit Kansas.

Fifty head.

What else you gonna do?

(Laughing)

You buy the supplies

and I'm 150 a month,
plus the freight home.

Deal.

It's my Chuck wagon, so it's my rules.

They eat what I cook.

If they don't like it
they can complain to somebody else

'cause I don't wanna fucking hear it.

Your wagon, your rules.

(Sniffs) Gonna cost about...

600 to stock up.

Why 600?

'Cause this is the last store
'fore we get to Wyoming.

What about abilene?

(Laughing)

God damn abilene.

Hookers and killers
is all you'll find there.

I ain't going near that sum bitch.

Mm-mmm.

(Backgrou n d chatter)

(Sighs)

Oh, lord Jesus, be with me.

(Laughing)

(Dramatic music playing)

You know, there's going
to be a school here next year.

Ten years there wasn't nothing,
not a soul in this country.

- Mm.
- And now there's gonna be a school.

(Laughs) That's progress.

I'm not even sure I know
what that word means anymore.

(Chuckles)

Nobody does!

(Cackling)

Miss Carol?

Miss Carol, I need to supply up!

Write down what you take.
I'll be there in a minute.

Write down what you take?

All right!

(Soothing acoustic music playing)

(Indistinct chatter)

Give you 35 dollars for all of it.

- I'll take it.
- All right.

- You want cash or you wanna trade?
- Cash.

All right.

(Melancholy music playing)

Pretty.

Uh-huh. From France.

What you doing with it?

Mister, if you ain't got money

and you ain't got beans or coffee
or a pot to boil it in,

people will trade away anything.

Further away you get from concrete,

the more worthless
those pretty things become.

How much for it?

- Fifty dollars.
- Fifty dollars?

Ain't no damn concrete 'round here.

'Cause when I take it to
the concrete it's worth 50.

Tell you what.

Here's 15.

Keep that 35 and we're even.

(Soft dramatic music playing)

Colton: All the way to Oregon with them?

Shea: That's the plan.

Who taught 'em how to hitch a wagon?

These folks are a work in progress.

Well, I'd say you ain't there yet.

Nope.

You all have any trouble with bandits?

We had our share.

How'd they handle it?

They're here aren't they?

It's gonna get worse.

And once you get to Wyoming?

Every sorry bastard on this earth
is hid out in that son of a bitch.

And the Indians ain't as tame
as the papers say they is.

So people keep telling me.

Look, captain...

I been in my fair share of gunfights

and I ain't trying
to get in another one.

I ju... I don't...

Hundred a month you say?

How's the food?

If we can get cookie hired
it's the same food you been eatin'.

I'll ride the trail with you.

Grab your gear.
Toss it in that second wagon.

Well, everything I own
is strapped to this saddle.

(Chuckles)

I thought you was working with swenson?

We're riding a herd up in march.

How are them rivers?

Rank.

How's abilene?

Well, made it out with my wallet

which is better'd I can say
for of my outfit.

You hiring on with us?

Yeah. Got nothing better to do.

What's her deal? She's pretty sporty.

She was paired up with ennis
till a comanchero shot him.

She plugged that son of a bitch
three times in the chest.

Ennis got killed?

Yeah, she won't be in the mood for you.

They're all in the mood for me.

(Laughs)

(Kisses)

(Horse approaching)

Hi. My name's Colton. What's yours?

(Laughs)

What do I call ya?

You don't.

Ennis was a friend of mine.

(Soft dramatic music playing)

He was a good hand.

I'm sorry he's gone.

Me too.

If... if I can do anything...

Let me know.

There's nothing to do.

Ma'am.

They was more than paired up.

She's in mourning like a damn widow.

She is a widow.

(Dramatic music playing)

Girl...

You go looking for trouble,
you gonna find it every time.

I wasn't looking for nothin'
and it still found me.

(Deep breath)

We should have a look at the river.

Take John to your mom.

She ain't back yet.

(Acoustic music playing)

Hold him for me?

(Door squeaks)

(Women laughing)

Don't make any sense.

(Women laughing)

(Sighs)

Give me a minute.

- Margaret: Two, three...
- (Glasses clink)

- Carol: Look at you!
- Margaret: Oh my god.

- (Laughing)
- Margaret: Oh my god.

I've never seen that before.

Never seen it before!

Hey.

I gotta go study the river.

(Laughing)

Margaret: (Slurring) Study the river.

Can I trust you to stay here?

Yep. This long. As long as this is.

(Cackling)

- Carol: (Indistinct)
- Margaret: Oh, no...

I think I'm in trouble but I don't care.

(Carolyn slurring)

(Laughing)

Whoa!

Thomas: Damn.

They won't ever make it.

James:
We'll run the cattle across first,

take the wagons over one-by-one.

And I mean us.

It'll take all day,

but we'll lose half of them
if we let them emigrants do it.

How we getting them emigrants across?

That'll take all day, too.

At least nobody drowns.
That's two days we don't have.

We should be in Kansas by now.

At some point they gotta learn
to do things for themselves.

The only thing they're gonna learn
crossing that is how to die.

(Ominous music playing)

Don't think this is the place to try
and teach 'em something, captain.

It's this to the rockies,
and then it's worse.

If they can't cross a fucking river,
how are they gonna cross the mountains

or the goddam desert
we go through first?

Don't get mad.

We ain't gotta do what the farmer say.

If you wanna swim 'em across the river,
then we'll swim 'em across the river.

I'm mad 'cause he's right.

(Dramatic music playing)

(Margaret groans)

(Crying) Wherever we're going
it better be paradise...

'Cause it's costing us a daughter...

If you ask me, it's a shitty trade.

- We ain't trading nothin'.
- She killed a man.

And she was about to kill another.

I look in her eyes

and the person staring back at me,
I don't recognize.

I will never forgive you for this!

You don't forgive me?

I don't forgive me.

(Invigorating music playing)

You didn't see the way
he was looking at me.

Wouldn't matter if you did.

Men don't know how to read that look.

Only know how to give it.

I'm gonna tell you a story
and you're gonna listen.

I think I've earned that right.

Hope I have.

I'll listen.

First man I killed... hm...

He was just a boy.

Younger than you.

The reason companies have flag bearers

is so soldiers know
to stay with their group.

And generals on the hill
can track the progress of the battle.

So much dust and smoke in battle.

You're fighting in a fog.

It's hard to make out the enemy.

Can't tell your men from theirs.

But you can always look up
and see the flags.

So, we shoot flag bearers first.

And I did.

That boy's face
was burned into my brain.

The whole world seemed to stop
as this boy,

he's looking right at me.

(Soft dramatic music playing)

By the end of the battle, I...

I'd killed so many men.

I couldn't remember
what that boy looked like.

Still can't.

That man you shot was already dead.

Whether we hanged him or he bled out,

his time on this earth was done.

You did not kill him.

Understand?

The meanest thing you can do to yourself

is hate somebody else.

I know what it feels like
to hate the world.

You don't want to feel it, honey.

Be sad. Miss him.

Cry yourself blind.

But you leave the hating to me.

(Dramatic music continues)

I got 35 dollars.

Wish it was more, but it was fair.

There's stew in the pot
if you're hungry.

I am.

Where'd you find meat?

It's rabbit.

I figured out the shotgun.

Don't taste like rabbit.

- Mostly rabbit.
- What else is it?

Rattlesnake.

Figured than one out, too.

Got you something.

Why would you buy me this?

Well...

If I looked like you, I...

Figure I'd stare at myself...

Every chance I got.

This is a present.

Yes, it is.

You won't marry me.

You won't love me,

but you will buy me gifts.

You're sad...

And scared.

You have every right to be.

If I can give you something

that makes you happy and protect you...

Don't see the crime in it.

You want me happy.

'Course I do.

You want me to feel safe.

Yes, ma'am.

That's love.

(Gentle music playing)

Me letting you take care of me
is not fear.

It's loving you back.

(Gentle music continues)

Do I look scared to you?

I'm not the scared one.

You are.

(Soothing music playing)

Elsa: I laid in the grass...

Closed my eyes...

And I saw him.

Laughed at his goofy hair.

Felt the electricity of his touch.

I laid in the grass and I loved him.

(Dramatic music playing)

Elsa: Then / opened my eyes...

And I could see color again.

- (Cow lowing)
- Colton: Ch-ch-ch-ch...

(Dramatic music continues)

Colton: Hup hup!

Hup, hup... ch-ch-ch-ch-ch...

Elsa: Elsa.

What's that?

That's my name.

It'll come in handy to know it.

Don't bother flirting with me.

Why not?

You're too pretty for me.
I prefer to be the pretty one.

Ch-ch-ch-ch... (Clicks tongue)

Bet you prefer it too.

(Laughs) Ch-ch...

James: You drive my horse
across the river,

I'll drive the wagon.

(Sigh) I am perfectly capable.

I ain't questioning
what you're able to do.

There's three times
as many things that can go wrong

in the water with that.

Now, you can not forgive me
all you want.

Add this to your list of reasons.
But I ain't losing you to a river.

You're forgiven.

(Dramatic music playing)

(German and slavic chatter)

Good morning.

Mornin', ma'am.

No more "ma'am."

(Soft romantic music playing)

Noemi.

Good morning, Noemi.

Mornin'...

Noemi.

(Soft acoustic music playing)

(Indistinct chatter)

The spring's back in your step, I see.

You're the only person
who talked to me about him.

Thank you.

(Soothing music playing)

- (Horse nickers)
- Shhh.

He don't like the water, huh?

- (Laughs) He's excited.
- The water's his favorite part.

- Better let him at it then.
- Okay.

(Dramatic music playing)

Shea: Let's bring 'em, boys.

Elsa: We were leaving Texas.

Entering the Indian territory...

And redefining our meaning of unknown.

Far from the cities
that have paved the world away,

and the farms which
have tamed it into a resource.

We were no longer
under the cloud of civilization.

Only sky above us now.

No more walking over Bridges.

Out here, we swim horseback
through rivers.

There is nowhere to chain love
to vows and ceremony.

Out here love burns
through you like a fever.

And when the devil comes
to rip that love from you,

there is no funeral with somber speeches

that dull our senses
and deaden our hearts.

Out here, you turn toward the pain
as it tears into you, and you let it.

When you do, the devil gets bored.

He seeks another soul to eat.

And you get to live again.

(Dramatic music playing)