Original subtitles

NARRATOR: Previously on Outsiders:

WADE: You railroaded the kid on a murder charge.

- I said he was innocent. He was. - He killed an inmate.

Broke his neck.

MAN: Yeah! Yeah!

Hasil Farrell, you're a rich man.

You gonna tell me how you got the black eye?

I fight.

I fight people.

WADE: This is your fault. You need to quit that group.

LEDDA: I'm not gonna do that.

- That is never gonna happen. - I'll pack a bag for Caleb and the girls.

- We can't stay here. - My name is Gordon.

I'm not from here, but I heard about you from across the country.

You guys are amazing.

All of this is my fault.

I didn't do something when I should've.

I know what I have to do, but it's not necessarily legal.

The strongest of you must die.

- You're gonna kill a man for his blood. MOREGON: Not me.

You.

BIG FOSTER: Oh! G'Win. G'WIN: Moregon, wait.

[MOREGON GROANS THEN CROWD CLAMORING]

BIG FOSTER: Cut me loose!

G'Win. G'Win. G'Winveer.

My queen. My queen.

[♪♪♪]

[GROUP CHANTING IN FOREIGN LANGUAGE]

- Any trouble? - Not a lick.

Snake with the head gone can't bite.

A snake's head can strike long after it's cut off.

No. They ain't to be trusted.

What do we do with them?

That's for Bren'in to decide once she's mended.

- Foster! Foster! She's awake. BIG FOSTER: Hm?

[GRUNTS]

[♪♪♪]

♪ The dawn is up There's fire on the mountain ♪

♪ They'll have to answer for The crooked claim ♪

♪ The hollows, they'll surround them ♪

♪ And they'll go runnin' Back to the wretched realm they came ♪

♪ Nor will the dogs of hell refrain ♪

♪ And the land will suffer Those who came ♪♪

[DOOR OPENS]

What are you doing sitting up?

I...

I want to make a poultice.

Bloodwort and speckled alder.

I started it, but the... The room got to spinning.

Well, let's get you back down.

- I'm fine. - No, you need to rest.

Hey. You just let me take care of you now.

[♪♪♪]

[WINCES AND GROANS]

Oh, I got you. No, I got you.

Okay. There you go.

[COUGHS]

- I really... I gotta make a poultice... - No.

You let me do it.

G'Win.

What if it was all a dream?

What?

The Kinnah.

What if they were some kind of...

vision...

conjured by the mountain, sent to warn us?

No.

No. We got cousins cold and dead, thanks to them witches.

That weren't no vision.

Are they still among us?

We're watching them.

Waiting, till you're ready...

to decide their punishment.

Free them.

- You don't mean that. - I do.

- Let them go. - What? So they can run off?

Get their strength back up?

Come back after us again with fresh terrors?

It was her, Foster.

It was Moregon.

The others, without her, they're...

They're lost.

Then we will do as you wish.

Yeah.

We will set them free.

Probably walk off a cliff, the whole lot of them...

without that demon to lead them.

- But what if she was right? - Oh.

- Now, that's the fever talking. - No.

No. What if...

[♪♪♪]

it's us killing the mountain? Not those below. I mean, we're...

We're no better than them. We're fighting amongst ourselves.

We're... We're taking on their ways.

We're drowning our good in all manner of vice and impurity.

Hey, hey, hey.

You calm yourself.

Don't give that monster a fresh thought.

[BREATHING HEAVILY]

Why?

Why did you do it?

You should've killed me...

like they wanted.

I was ready.

Oh, please, please.

Don't die.

Please don't die.

You can't.

I can.

And I likely will.

MYERS: What is it with your weird fascination with the Farrells?

WADE: There's a man in County now. I helped put him in there.

It's weighing on me pretty damn heavy right now.

LIL' FOSTER: I believe you, Wade. But if you're lying, you're gonna pay for it.

WADE: All of this is my fault.

- Morning. LEDDA: Hey.

I have to run everyone to the house for breakfast before school.

The girls are already in the car.

Well, I mean, we got breakfast here. There's cereal.

Uh-huh. What will we pour over it?

That milk you got is halfway to yogurt.

Go brush your teeth.

- I already did. LEDDA: Okay.

Go wait in the car with the girls.

- Your bag. LEDDA: Hey.

WADE: You gonna give me a hug?

Have a good day.

[DOOR OPENS THEN CLOSES]

Hey.

Were you drinking last night?

No.

Not a drop.

Yeah? Because you were talking crazy.

Mm-hm. I said a lot of stuff I probably shouldn't have said.

I'm sorry.

Well...

I was worried about you.

Well, got enough to worry about without me.

- Hey, listen. - What? Look, I gotta go.

I don't want to go uprooting the girls, so let's move back to your house.

I'll assign one of my deputies, post him out front for the next week or so.

That okay by you?

Yeah. Thank you, Wade.

Okay.

DOLAN: Dolan. - Dolan. It's Wade, here. How you doing?

- Oh, morning, sheriff. - Hey. Listen.

I was thinking about coming to see you Sunday.

I wanna talk to that Farrell more...

ask him a few questions about Breece.

Sunday's too late. He's getting shipped to state pen...

in Central City tomorrow afternoon.

State? They're...?

They're gonna take him to state?

- You heard what he did, right? - Yeah.

Guy he killed was a first-class piece of shit, but rules are rules.

I feel sorry for the poor bastard.

Born free as a jaybird. Now he'll spend the rest of his life in a concrete box.

[CHATTERING]

You here for the order?

Cup of coffee too, if it's not too much trouble.

DOROTHY: Sure thing. Bet your kids are excited about the parade tomorrow.

Yeah. They are.

[DOWN-TEMPO MUSIC PLAYING OVER SPEAKERS]

- Thanks. - Sure.

Hello.

Hope your Mountain Witness people like cold cuts.

- There's one more. - Thanks.

MAN: That's what I thought. You're that...

Ledda Dobbs.

You run that...

You run that Mountain Witness organization.

Raising ruckus with coal people.

Yeah. That's me.

Well, ma'am, my name is Ennis Malany.

And I worked in coal for 38 years.

My whole working life.

And them bastards...

they took my lungs.

And I won't get to meet all my grandkids.

I won't...

I won't get to...

spend time with the ones I already met...

ma'am.

You...

You keep doing what you're doing.

Fighting...

the good fight.

Thank you.

- Help you? - Yeah. Get out of my way.

Sorry, I didn't recognize you.

- What you doing way up here? - We got a call about a rabid dog.

Ain't seen or heard no dogs.

Yeah, well, I'll go take a look.

Uh, I can't let you do that, sheriff.

Excuse me?

Anybody wants to go past this point, I gotta clear it with Mr. Myers.

They're calling all this private property.

You know Mr. Myers has no authority over local law enforcement?

You know that, right?

I ain't worked in nearly two years before this.

I got six kids. I gotta do what they tell me.

Someone gets bit, it's on you.

Yes, sir.

[♪♪♪]

Goddamn it.

Damn it.

Shame it has to end this way.

Gonna miss you, boy.

- What, are you leaving? - No, you.

Green Valley State Penitentiary. Heading out tomorrow.

Green Valley? I'm guessing it's neither one of those things.

WALT: You'd be right.

You'd best enjoy the sunlight while you can.

Roll on 23.

[CELL DOOR BUZZES]

[PEOPLE CLAMORING AND SIREN WAILING ON MONITOR]

Creek River, Oregon.

Local communities have been fighting dam construction in Oregon for years.

This is how heated things got.

But did it work? Did you stop them from building the dam?

No.

But over 9 million people saw that video.

Look, I didn't show you that to scare you, okay?

A serious action doesn't come without its risks.

Look, I'm not saying that something like this is gonna happen tomorrow...

but you never know.

Look, I don't know about you all...

but I am tired of feeling small.

I am tired of watching everything around me fade and die...

because of a bunch of rich outsiders pretending that I don't exist.

They pollute our air, they make us sick...

they promise us jobs that never come.

I am done begging for scraps...

at my own table, and I know that you are too.

The parade is our chance to show them who we are.

How angry we are.

And tomorrow...

we will.

[DOOR CLOSES]

HASIL: Hey.

- Hey. - I got you dinner.

It was a bit of a long line, but I think I remembered everything.

I'm still nervous about the money.

I always feel like they're taking more than they should...

but I'm learning.

You good?

Let's just eat.

I do something?

No. Everything's fine.

I can see that.

Is it about the fighting?

[SNIFFS]

We haven't talked about it. I know you don't like it...

but I'm doing what I gotta.

- Food wouldn't be here if it wasn't for... - It's not about the fighting.

I like the fighting.

- But you... - I didn't at first.

I hated it.

I was always worried about you getting hurt, but...

then I realized you're just doing it to make money to support us.

Me and the baby.

How many fathers would do that for their child?

So when I think about it, I don't worry as much.

You're like a warrior.

[CHUCKLES]

To be completely honest...

it kind of turns me on.

It makes me want to be with you.

In that way.

Oh...

I get it.

- I like that way. - Heh, heh.

I still don't understand what you're so upset about.

I just worry.

Can't help it.

Come here.

Come here.

[♪♪♪]

What are you worried about?

I think that every time you walk out that door...

I'm just scared you're not gonna come back.

A lot of things to be afraid of in this world.

Not that, darling.

It doesn't matter where I go, I'm always coming back.

[♪♪♪]

[SIGHING]

[KNOCK ON DOOR]

- Shit. HAYLIE: Sheriff?

- Yeah? - Sheriff, are you okay?

I heard something break.

What you doing in there?

- What? - Isn't that Matt's area?

Yeah, but this is all the property of the sheriff's department...

and, you know...

I'm the sheriff. I can go where I want.

I just wanted to check in about tomorrow.

- About the parade. - Yeah?

That's all going well. I'll have a few deputies with me.

We're taking care of it.

So we're not expecting any trouble from your sister...

- and her group? - No, not that I know of.

Maybe you should ask her.

Tell her not to cause any disturbance.

It's a family event, you know.

I'm aware of that. We're handling it.

JEANNIE: I'm sorry, sheriff? - Yeah, Jeannie?

We're getting noise complaints from an address on Maple, a machine shop.

Deputy Fults is busy with a DUI on Highway 7.

Okay, damn, that means I gotta go.

I gotta take care of it. Have a nice night.

- I'll walk out with you. - No.

That's okay.

I'll see you later.

[FIGHTERS GRUNTING AND CROWD SHOUTING INDISTINCTLY]

[SIREN WAILS]

Hey, that's it. Okay, clear it out now.

You heard me, let's move.

Evening, sheriff.

- Everything good? - No, otherwise I wouldn't be here.

- I'm shutting it down. - We had an understanding.

We had an understanding, which is you...

can beat each other much as you like but not in a residential neighborhood.

- What? These folks don't care. - These folks are calling me.

I'll clear them out soon as we're done this last fight.

It should be a quick one.

Now, look, you want to grab a beer?

No, I'm on duty.

But I'm gonna come and take a look around.

- You good with that? - You don't need...

Wade, best you wait out here. Wa...

Wade.

[CROWD CHEERING AND SHOUTING INDISTINCTLY]

Get him, get him! Yeah!

Get up! Come on!

Hey! Hold up!

[♪♪♪]

Hey!

[GRUNTS]

Wait!

Hold on!

Wait!

Foster Farrell VIII!

[PANTING]

What about him?

- I know where he is. - You don't know shit.

It's okay.

Just my phone.

- Where'd you get that? - He got in a fight.

He was arrested.

They got him in the county jail.

I have to help him.

I need to come up there.

I need to talk to your people.

And I can't get up there without you.

They ain't gonna talk to you.

[♪♪♪]

It's the last chance you have to save him.

You don't help me now, he'll be lost to you forever.

[♪♪♪]

HASIL: All right.

This is far enough. Why don't you wait here?

I'm gonna head on up, get a read on things.

[PANTING]

No. No, I'll come with you.

You drop in without any warning...

it's just gonna be worse for you, so you do what I say.

Sit tight, all right?

How long do I have to wait here for?

The sun gets halfway up that tree and I ain't back...

then you get your ass out of here as fast as you can.

I mean that.

[♪♪♪]

[KNOCK ON DOOR]

- You let them Kinnah go free? - Yes, sir.

They sat there for the longest time, like they didn't understand.

But they finally wandered off.

- They was carrying the dead one. - Then you follow them.

- Make sure they don't circle back. - Yes, sir.

[KNOCK ON DOOR]

BIG FOSTER: Oh, well, well.

Look who's here.

- What do you want? Yeah? - I need to see the Bren'in.

- Is that Hasil? HASIL: Yes, ma'am.

You're sick.

BIG FOSTER: Wounded.

Defending her people.

- Against who? - You'd know that, wouldn't you?

If you were here, instead of down below with your townie friend.

G'WIN: Hasil.

I found Lil' Foster.

[♪♪♪]

[GUN COCKS]

I'm not armed.

Well, that's unfortunate for you, because we are.

BARNABIS: You don't belong here.

I know that. I was brought here to talk to your Bren'in.

Brought up by who?

By Hasil Farrell.

BARNABIS: We're gonna see about that.

My boy locked away in a cage like an animal?

I knew I should've gone after him. I knew it.

You know this for a surety, Hasil?

- I do. BIG FOSTER: Yeah?

- You see him locked away? HASIL: I didn't.

But the... The lawman that we chased off a while back...

- he told me. - The lawman?

Oh, and what makes you think...

there's a thread of truth coming off his lips?

- He is our sworn enemy. HASIL: And I believe him.

I brought him up here because he knows how to save Lil' Foster...

- our kin, your son. - No, no, wait a minute.

Boy...

what did you just say?

You did what?

He knows how to save Lil' Foster.

- That should be all we're talking about. - Oh, I agree.

Only now, thanks to your thick head, we got bigger problems.

How many are there coming up?

- Just one man. - Oh, just the one that you saw, huh?

Probably a hundred more following behind.

Or are you just too blind to see?

It's one man.

BARNABIS: Big Foster, get out here! - This could be them now.

You put him in the box.

All right? He tries to run, you shoot him dead.

HASIL: Don't touch me.

BIG FOSTER: How many are there?

- What do you mean? - The others. Their number.

- There's no one else. HASIL: Hey... Hey, Foster!

[♪♪♪]

Talk now, John Law, or never talk again.

You got two seconds.

Tell me how many there are and the direction they'll come from.

- Damn it, there ain't no army. - Will you take him out of here?!

All right, time's up.

I am done with you.

EMELYE: Foster! Stop!

The Bren'in wants to see him.

- I don't want her to. She needs rest. - Your Bren'in has spoken.

You show her every respect...

or I will send you back down below in pieces.

- Okay. - Come on.

- You ready for today? LEDDA: Heh, heh.

My daddy used to take me when I was a little girl...

to the Coal Days Parade.

It was a big deal.

Even marched in it a few times.

I'm glad that he's not gonna be around to see what's gonna happen.

- He wouldn't approve? - Ha, ha. Oh, no.

He would ground me for the rest of my life, even at this age.

He was tough.

He was super pro-coal.

Uh, listen. Um...

That thing that happened between us the other day...

In the shower?

Yeah, that. It was, uh, not me.

It was very out of character. I just...

I enjoyed it. I'm sorry to hear that you didn't.

Oh, no. God, no.

No, I enjoyed it, don't get me wrong.

It just...

It probably shouldn't happen again.

"It probably shouldn't" meaning it possibly could.

No. Really.

Look, let's wait till after this afternoon.

If we have something to celebrate, we'll discuss it.

- You are trouble. - Heh.

You really are.

You have no idea.

I know you.

Yes. Yes, ma'am, you do.

Last time you were up here, you led an invasion.

WADE: It was not an invasion.

It was an investigation.

A man from the town was killed on this mountain...

by one of your people. His name was Breece Dobbs.

We were here to apprehend his killer.

- Why are you here now? - Foster Farrell's in prison for that murder.

Foster Farrell VIII did not kill that man.

I know, and I proved it, but things happened beyond my control.

Now you, I mean, you and your people...

you're the only ones who can save him.

I could tell you everything you need to know...

- but I can't be involved after this. - Well, just tell us what we have to do.

WADE: I'll warn you straight out:

This won't be easy.

- You'll more likely fail than succeed. - Let us worry about that.

He's being transferred from a county facility...

that's quite near to here to a state prison many miles away.

Once he gets there, to that second facility...

you'll never lay eyes on him again. He's gone for good.

- Careful there, son. - It's a map.

Well, then you take it out slow.

Now, he's gonna be on a transfer bus.

It's like a... It's a big car.

We know what a bus is, jackass.

Yeah.

There'll be a driver and a guard.

Depending on the number of prisoners, there could be two.

They will be armed.

But no matter what...

you cannot harm the driver or the guard.

You can't kill them.

If you do that...

you're gonna bring a whole raft of new problems in on this.

Do you wanna...? You want to write this down?

We'll remember it. Go on.

Here. This here's where we are.

This is County Route 99. It's about five mile west of here.

There's a long, desolate stretch here...

- and then a hairpin turn. BIG FOSTER: Mm.

The bus is gonna have to slow down to take the turn.

They're figuring to be there this afternoon.

The sheriff's department has their hands full with the parade.

What if it's all lies?

What if it's not?

Why are you helping us?

Because what happened to him is wrong...

and I was a part of it.

Okay, well, it sounds like you got more to tell.

WADE: I wasn't the one that wronged him...

but I put him in contact with people who...

Who wanted to harm him, want to harm all of you...

and I need... I need to make it right.

Hasil...

walk him partway down, but you come back right away.

- We don't have much time to act. - Yes, ma'am.

Uh, there's, uh, one more thing.

The man who was killed, Breece Dobbs, he was my brother-in-law.

I'm sorry.

WADE: I need to know the whereabouts of his killer.

I found his weapon and a witness who told me...

he's a big man...

long, white hair.

There's a lot of big men on this mountain...

plenty of them with white hair.

You'll need more than that to get your man.

Yeah, I got more than that.

I also learned he's the father of Foster Farrell VIII.

I come here, I helped you. I need you to help me.

Tell me where I can find him.

He's dead.

Yeah. Good.

That's it.

DR. MEHTA: Why did you do it?

LIL' FOSTER: I don't know.

Didn't feel like me. Not sure I did do it.

That's a sad excuse.

That's the only one I got. I'm sorry.

It is the State of Kentucky Department of Corrections' policy...

that prior to transfer between institutions...

violent inmates need to be sedated.

I need you to acknowledge you understand.

Is that what I am now?

A violent man?

Wait, I'm... No.

- I don't understand. I don't want that. - You don't have a choice.

Wait, listen, Navin, I don't wanna be full of that poison.

It's not poison.

Listen to me.

If I want to see my home one last time, even for a second...

I gotta see it clear.

I'm not gonna cause any trouble, I swear it to you. Please.

Just be calm.

Do you understand?

Thank you.

Here, take this.

But I made this for you.

- I want you to keep... - No.

Son, you take this.

Much as you needed this in here...

where you're going you're going to need it more.

[♪♪♪]

[KNOCKS ON DOOR]

[♪♪♪]

[DOOR BUZZES]

[BREATHES DEEPLY]

GUARD: Move it, Farrell.

[ENGINE STARTS]

GIRL 1: Come on, let's go. GIRL 2: Okay.

GIRL 3: Oh, look.

[CHATTERING]

[LAUGHING]

Hi.

- Oh, hey. WOMAN: Hi.

- Hey, thanks for coming. - Oh.

- Hey. - You too. Thank you for coming.

[BAND TUNING]

[GIRLS CHEERING]

Lord, bless us with your spirit...

as we stand together.

We ask for peace and justice for our families...

and our community...

and this mountain above us.

Amen.

ALL: Amen.

- You got this. - Yeah.

[CLEARS THROAT]

[COUGHING]

[♪♪♪]

[♪♪♪]

[ATV ENGINES WHIRRING]

DRIVER: What the hell?

You see that?

This is Vehicle 6024.

Requesting immediate backup.

County Road 99.

Fourteen miles northwest of Blackburg. Over.

- Come on! - Shut up!

[INMATE LAUGHS]

BIG FOSTER: Come on, get on up here.

Yeah!

[MARCHING BAND PLAYING AND CROWD CHEERING]

WOMAN [OVER RADIO]: All units be advised...

there is a possible 1098 in progress County Road 99.

Reporting five individuals in pursuit, possibly armed.

Requesting immediate backup from all available law enforcement units.

Ten-four, we're on crowd and traffic duty. We'll send a unit immediately.

- You get all that? - Yeah. What the hell's going on?

I don't know. You stay here. I'm gonna head up Corrections.

Got it.

[♪♪♪]

Pull over. It'll be easier if we're not moving.

Bullshit, I ain't pulling over until I see backup.

Damn it.

Damn it.

[YELLS]

BIG FOSTER: Get Hasil!

[MARCHING BAND PLAYING AND CROWD CHEERING]

LEDDA: Coal kills!

Mountaintop removal kills jobs.

Mountaintop removal pollutes water.

One Planet does not care about our children...

or our families, or our community.

That mountain is sacred, and it is up to us...

- to protect it. WOMAN 1: Get out!

MAN: Get out of the street! - We'll all be held accountable.

- That is enough. - I've got a right to be here.

You're creating a public safety hazard. There's kids there.

What are you gonna do? Arrest me? Huh?

Coal kills!

- Coal kills! - Arrest her!

Get her off the street now!

[WOMAN 2 SHRIEKS THEN CROWD CLAMORING]

Coal kills!

- Coal kills! - Coal kills!

- Coal kills! - [CHANTING] Coal kills! Coal kills!

Coal kills! Coal kills!

[COUGHING]

Coal kills!

[♪♪♪]

[LAUGHING]

Stop swerving!

HASIL: Hey, pull over!

[ALL GROANING]

BARNABIS: Open the door!

Open it! Open it!

Open the door!

HASIL: Hey, keys. Let's go. Come on.

BIG FOSTER: Is he all right? HASIL: Yeah.

BIG FOSTER: You see him in there, Hasil? Is he all right?

You got him?

- Talk to me. PHIL'UP: Yes, sir.

BIG FOSTER: Well, hurry it up, then.

HASIL: Hey.

PHIL'UP: Stay where you are! Don't move.

- Don't you move! HASIL: You stay down there.

Damn it.

[GROANING]

BIG FOSTER: Hey, you feel like a frog, boy?

Behave yourself, you might make it home for supper.

PHIL'UP: Yeah.

MAN: Hey! Let's go!

PHIL'UP: Hey, Lil'. Ha, ha. Look at you. BARNABIS: I got you, Lil'.

BIG FOSTER: All right, come on, come on, come on.

[GRUNTS]

This is Sheriff Wade Houghton here.

Anyone 1023 on the Corrections situation?

VAN DYKE: Ten-four, sheriff. Trooper Jim Van Dyke here.

You on your way?

Yeah, I'm on my way. What's the situation?

Five men on A TVs chased the bus down, caused a crash.

Bus is on its side here in the middle of the road.

- Any fatalities? - Nope.

Guard on board got pretty banged up.

- The driver's not bad. - And the prisoners?

What's the situation there?

We caught one. The other two are long gone.

And do you have a confirmed ID on the prisoner that you have there?

Sheriff, I just got here, so I'm playing catch-up on all this.

Give me a second, I'll find out for you. Hang on.

Okay.

Come on, come on.

- Sheriff? - Yeah, I'm here. Yeah.

The fella they caught, last name is Martin.

African-American, age 31, about 5'10".

Okay. That's okay.

Okay. I'll be right there.

[BREATHING DEEPLY]

[♪♪♪]

[BREATHING DEEPLY]

[YELLING]

Why ain't you dead like you're supposed to be?

What's this?

Get your goddamn hands off me.

[♪♪♪]

Translated by: Will Motomura