All language subtitles for 1883 (2021) S01E08 The Weep of Surrender

(Money for Nothing
by Dire Straits) MTV...

(hammering)

(German and Slavic chatter)

(music)

(clicks tongue)

- I told you not to teach her.

- I didn't teach her nuthin'.

Elsa: This was
our third day here.

The longest we'd
stayed in one place

since the journey started.

One trait all animals
share, people included:

no matter where we are
or where we wish to be,

if we're there
longer than a day,

we try to make a home of it.

But the Plains are
not for home building,

not enough resources.

No shelter...

The Plains are for the
vagabonds, wanderers,

and cowboys.

Their home is a saddle.

The sky is their roof.

The ground is their bed.

What they lack
in material comfort

is regained in the knowledge
that they are always home.

To them the journey
is the destination.

Should they find gold
at the end of the rainbow,

they would leave it
there and seek another,

choosing freedom over
the burden of the pot.

I haven't thought
once of Oregon.

No dreams of the ocean
or snow covered mountains.

I only dream of the journey.

That is all.

No gold for me.

Just the rainbow.

- You ready?

- Yessir.

(music)

- Well, joined up with
some mustangs, I see.

- Mustangs are tricky to herd.

This is your world,
Sam. What do you think?

- I think we run the
trick out of them.

Carve out that stallion
and get him caught.

They'll follow us
to camp like sheep.

(music)

(whistling)

- Get up against it
on the other side!

Push in on it.

Whoop at him to keep him moving.

- Whoop at him?

(whooping)

- (whooping)

- Girl's starting to
ride like a Comanche.

(Elsa whooping)

- That is a compliment, James.

(music)

(music)

- Hup!

Elsa: Hey! Colton: Come on!

Shea: Ya! Hyah!

- Hup!

- Hyup! Hyup!

Shea: Ya! Hyup!

(shushes)

- Hyup! Hyup!

- Now you know
how to steal horses.

- Hm. Could come
in handy some day.

- (chuckles) If you
stick with me it will.

- Ow... Damn.

(speaking Comanche)

(chuckles)

- Yeah, ha ha.

- He says you ride too
good for white man pants.

He's right.

(chuckles)

- Thigh tore out.

- You have another dress.

- I'd rather wear a bean sack

than be choked
by a damned dress.

- It should be double stitched.

Let me see it. Let me see it.

(fire crackles)

- I hear things are
bad around Laramie.

- Yep.

Well, the Arapaho and
the Lakota are pretty fed up

with the thieves and
the government's lies

taking matters in
their own hands.

Who can blame 'em?

They won't be
your worry, though.

The winter is your worry,

and with all those folks afoot,

winter's when you're
passing through.

(German and Slavic chatter)

- Well... It's too much.

I think I ought to
take them to Denver.

- Denver would be wise.

(speaks Comanche)

Let's tend to the horses.

- Where they go ain't up to you.

You even ask them
what they want?

- Want ain't got
nuthin to do with it.

They won't survive.

- Then they don't survive.

That's their
choice. It ain't yours.

- You're going anyway.

- I don't know where I'm going.

But I ain't going to Denver.

And I sure as hell
ain't going back.

- Do you want to go to Denver?

- I haven't factored
what I want into this once.

There is a map in
your father's mind,

and no one's gonna
stop him from following it.

No sense in trying.

He said to trust
him. I'm trusting him.

- Do you trust him?

Know why he lets
you run wild, don't you?

- 'Cause he trusts me, too.

- 'Cause he knows
dresses is your future.

No matter where we go,
you're wearing dresses.

And raising babies, and
sweating over a garden,

and swallowing every
dream you've ever had,

because that's all the
world wants from you.

He may find some place
where we can hold the world off

for a while, but it'll
find us there too,

and bring all
their rules with it.

(music)

(German and Slavic chatter)

- Indians! Indians!

(German and Slavic clamoring)

Shea: Put your rifles down!

Put 'em down!

(German and Slavic chatter)

(cocks gun)

- Now that's not very friendly.

- We don't know they're friends.

- If they weren't our friends,
we'd already be dead.

- We asked them to
come. They're here to trade.

No matter which way
we go we need provisions.

(German and Slavic chatter)

- Wait. Wait!

Are we going
somewhere different?

(singing in Comanche)

(speaking Comanche)

(speaking Comanche)

- She will help you
with rip in pants.

- They're fixed.

(speaking Comanche)

(chuckles)

(music)

(German and Slavic chatter)

- Thank you.
- Mm-hm.

- Good.

(speaking Comanche)

- What's that?

- That's not for sale.

- What is it?

- From the Spanish.

You know, they tried
to take our land too.

- I ain't taking nuthin',
I'm just passing through.

- Our land cannot be taken.

White man thinks he took it.

White man is like the wolf.

He kills everything until
only the wolves are left,

then the wolves kill each other.

Then there is nothing.

And the land is free again.

- That sounds about right.

(speaking Comanche)

(music)

- Come up from the
west now heading north.

- Got a good look at
the Comanche camp,

decided easy pickins
weren't so easy.

I'll follow 'em.

You get those people
out of here, Shea.

No matter where you take 'em.

- Thank you.

- Come across any
barbed wire yet?

- Never heard of it.

- It's twisted steel wire
with little barbs woven into it.

Sharp as a knife's tip.

It is the one fence cattle
will not push through.

They're going to carve this
country into little rectangles.

Then fence them off.

And just like that,

two of our great
pleasures are gone.

- Next time I see you
I hope it's in a saloon

and not a gunfight.

- If you see me in a saloon,
I followed a cattle thief in it,

a there will damn
sure be a gunfight,

or a hanging, one of the two.

- Church picnic then, maybe.

- When we meet
again, it will be on a trail,

if there's one left.

- I think this is my
last trail, Charlie.

(music)

- Well, then, I
guess this is adios.

- Adios, my friend.

(music)

(German, Slavic,
Comanche chatter)

- Ow.

(speaking Comanche)

- They must be
tight. They will stretch.

(speaking Comanche)

- What is she saying?

- I ask why you wear
clothes like a horseman.

She says you are one.

But you are a white
woman, so I don't understand.

- No more rip.

- He already pay.
- (chuckles)

Thank you.

(German, Slavic,
Comanche chatter)

(music)

- Got her some chaps.

It's official.

You're all cowboy now.

(music)

(clicks tongue)

(kisses)

- I have no home.

Which is to say, my
home is everywhere.

(German and Slavic chatter)

- I need you to translate.

We've got eight
wagons to make the trip.

To accommodate your belongings,

only the very young and
old can ride in the wagons.

The rest of you must
walk or sit a horse.

And if you don't
know how to ride,

this ain't the place to learn.

If we're lucky, and
we haven't been yet,

we'll reach Fort
Laramie in October.

That means crossing
South Pass in the snow

or staying the
winter at the fort.

Neither are safe.

Another option is...

We head to Denver.

We can be there in six weeks.

There's a lot of good
land in those valleys.

It's a good place to call home.

- No Oregon?

- When was this decided?

- It wasn't. Not by me.

We ain't stopping.

(speaking German)

(German and Slavic chatter)

(speaking German)

(arguing in Slavic)

- The land in Denver is free?

- It is not.

- Then we are maids and miners

the same we were at home.

- But you're alive.

If you want to push on,
we'll push on in the spring.

- I'm heading north.

Anyone wants to ride
with me is welcome.

A good remuda of
horses and plenty of beef,

and I can't think of a
better place to learn to ride.

You come with me, I ain't
gonna baby you like he did.

You're gonna work and
you're gonna keep up,

'cause I ain't crossing
the mountains in the snow

and I ain't
winterin' at no fort.

- You're gonna
get 'em all killed.

- Well, people
die in Denver, too.

It's their choice.

The question is:

what are you going to
do when they make it?

What's it gonna be?

- We go with you.

- We head out in the morning.

Come ready.

(Josef speaking German)

- I don't want to leave.

- You want to stay.

- I don't need to see mountains.

- Mountains are worth seeing.

- You saying I should go?

- I'm saying mountains
are worth seeing.

But you don't need
wagons to see them.

I can take you.

(music)

- It's settled.

You'll take me then.

Where are you going?

- I must offer your
father something.

- For what?

- For you.

(music)

- Buffalo.

(speaking Comanche)

- Everywhere you
go, a blessing follows.

You know how to steal horses.

Now I teach you to hunt..

Lightning with the Yellow Hair.

(music)

Up to his shoulders!

Shoot behind his ears!

(buffalo groans)

(whoops)

(panting)

(praying in Comanche)

(heavy breaths)

- Hoh...

(speaking Comanche)

Eat.

Bite into it.

His strength is your strength.

(speaking Comanche)

Lightning with the Yellow Hair.
- (laughs)

Horse thief and hunter.

(music)

(speaking Comanche)

(whooping) (shouting
in Comanche)

(music)

- What have you done?

- I killed a buffalo.

- You packed up?

- No, Captain.

- Better get to it.

- Ain't gonna do it.

I promised I'd see her to Oregon

and that's what I'm gonna do.

- Well, free country.

- It's gonna be hard
enough with you,

but we ain't got no
chance without you.

I ain't ever asked
you for nothing

but I'm asking you now.

Don't leave us, Captain.

Elsa: Where you going?

- What happened to you.

- I killed a buffalo.

We ate its heart
to keep its strength.

Where you going?

- Oregon, honey.

With you.

- I'm not going to Oregon.

I'm staying here.

Margaret: What time we pull out?

James: First light.

No more crack of
9 am for this outfit.

- New sheriff in town ain't
gonna take it anymore, huh.

- Not if we're
gonna beat winter.

- Let's talk about
your daughter.

- Uh oh, she's mine again.

What did she do?

- Ran off with that
Comanche boy, killed a buffalo.

Mm-hmm. Came back,
her face covered in blood

'cause I guess they
ate half of it in the field.

(chuckles)

- Go ahead and
laugh. She is feral.

You always talked about
how you'd raise our boys

to be men and
you started with her.

When we get back to
any form of civilization

I'm gonna have
to undo all of that.

- Do you really want to?

- Oh, please. James...

Let me deal with
one dreamer at a time.

- You're a dreamer, too.

You wouldn't be
with me if you weren't.

- I'm a believer, honey.
There's a difference.

- Fair enough.

(horse snorts)

(music)

- What is this?

- It's for you.

- Why is it for me?

- Whatcha doin'?

- I'm trading these things.

Got no use for 'em anymore.

James: Elsa.

- Stay in here. You
don't want to see this.

- Are you aware of
what he's asking?

- I'm aware.

Take the horse, daddy.

- Young lady, I
will not allow this.

- You're not allowing it?

I'm eighteen years old.

I'm allowing it.

- You think being 18
makes you a woman?

- Law thinks it does.

(music)

- Don't just stand
there. Stop him.

Shoot him.

Do something!

- I understood
my mother's worry.

My choices make
no sense in her world,

where customs and prejudice
rule, where law cannot reach.

There will be customs and
prejudice here too, I'm sure.

But they were born of
this world and belong in it.

To import the traditions
of the place you fled,

the place that failed you,

is to condemn the place you
seek with the same failures.

(music)

- We saw your daughter.

Cookie thought you might
want a swig or two of this.

- I guess she's gonna
fall in love with every man

she meets till
one of them sticks.

- Hell, I don't know.

- After a night or
two without you,

I bet she'll point
that fast horse north

and catch us before
we leave Kansas.

- You don't know my daughter.

So, no Denver for you.

- These folks don't
trust me anymore.

And I don't trust
them for making

a right choice for themselves.

Can't lead people I don't trust.

But you trust them.

- They came a long way.

I trust their desire
to see it through.

- I'm gonna trust you.

I think I can live with that.

But you're gonna
have to lead 'em.

I'll guide 'em and I'll protect
'em, but you lead them.

- I can do that.

- I'm gonna leave that with you.

- Hell, no.

I'm liable to crawl
in the son of a bitch

trying to figure out
what to do with that girl.

- It's looking like you might
have to trust her too, James.

(music)

(music)

- I barely recognize you.

- Barely recognize me either.

And I'm happier for it.

What's the worst that
could happen to me, mama?

- Mark my words,
you will get hurt.

- How many dead lovers
have you laid against?

I've been plenty hurt.

- Don't talk to me about love.

You barely
understand the concept.

I worked a sharecropper
farm for three years,

pregnant with you, while
your father lay rotting

in a war prison.

- And how old were you then?
- Seventeen.

- Somehow you
knew love at my age,

but I don't understand
the concept.

- It's different.
- It's not different.

It's exactly the same.

- Here's the difference.

You are my child. When
you fall down, and you will

it is my duty to pick you up.

I can't do that if I don't
know where you are,

and if I don't know
what you've become.

- It's not your duty
anymore, mother.

I love you.

But I'm a woman.

I pick myself up.

I'll ride with you to Oregon,

then I know where to come if I
ever need a place to start over.

Or maybe I'll just visit,
bring your grandchildren.

- So, um...

Is there...

Some form of ceremony?

- No ceremony.

- All I ask, have a ceremony.

Say vows before God...

so this at least has a chance.

- He saved my life.

Twice.

Saved your husband's life too.

I don't need to ask God's
permission to love him.

God sent him.

(music)

- How you doing there?

- He goes where he
wants. Not where I say.

- Horse goes where you look.

You're looking at his head.

He don't know how to go there.

Look up at the cattle.

There you go.

- What if I want to look at you?

- You can look anywhere you want
now, he knows where he's going.

- You just say he
goes where I look,

now you're saying I
can look anywhere.

- 'Cause he knows
where he's going.

- You make no sense.

- (chuckles)

Pretty good way to travel, huh?

- I'm terrified.

- Now that you got
the steering figured,

it's time you find yer seat.

- How do I find my seat?

Ah!

(speaking German)

- Stop speaking German.
We're American now.

- Is it okay? The horse?

(kisses)

- Your turn next.

- No, no, not me.

- Yes, you. You
will be a cowboy.

- You be the cowboy.
I drive the wagon.

(woman screams)

- Whoa, whoa, whoa.

- You got to keep
your feet off his flanks.

That's like tickling
you under the arm.

You're gonna
run from the tickle.

So will he.

- They're learning.

- Yeah, I'm watching the lesson.

And it is skunk ugly.

(laughs)

- There's good water up
here. Good place to rest.

Good place to
break that stallion.

- What the hell's water got
to do with breaking a horse?

- I'll show you
when we get there.

- Come on.

- Come on. Hup, hup, hup.

- Lightning with
the Yellow Hair.

You think you can catch me?

(music)

(German and Slavic chatter)

- You're going to cook it?

- Naw, I'm gonna
make sandals out of it.

- You expect us to eat that?

- Don't they got deer
where you're from?

- Pigs.

- Pigs?

A pig is one of the nastiest
animals on this planet.

You are what you eat
and a pig will eat anything.

Like a raccoon.

- What does deer eat?

- Grass.

- What does deer taste like?

- What does deer taste like?

It tastes like this place.

And the grass and the dirt

and the water from the creek
over there all mixed together.

- You eat dirt?
- So do you.

Every meal.

If you really want
me to bake yer biscuit,

think about this: one
day yer gonna be dirt.

(speaks Slavic)

- Dirt? When will they be dirt?

- Depends on when they
go in the ground, ma'am.

(muttering in Croatian)
Cookie: Don't it?

- Hey, not telling them
don't mean it ain't true.

(music)

(speaking Comanche)

(speaking Comanche)

(speaking Comanche)

- Whoa, whoa.

He's broke now.

- (laughs)

Naw, he's a couple
weeks from being broke.

- He's broke. Run him.

If you want him to give you
his heart, you must run him.

(music)

- This place is beautiful.

(German and Slavic chatter)

- That's where she gets it from.

- Where who gets what?

- Your sister.

- What did she get?

- Her spirit.

- What's a spirit?

- The thing that drives you.

- What drives me?

- I don't know yet, honey.

- What drives Elsa?

- Hmmm... The wind.

(clicks tongue)

- Ya!

- Strong.

Fast...

- A good horse
for war, that one.

- Where will she live?

- My land is with Quanah Parker.

South of the Wichita Mountains.

I will build her a house if
that's what she wants, but...

I think she would rather
chase bandits with me.

- She would.

But she's young.

The young change their minds.

What if she changes
her mind about you?

- Then I will bring
her back to you.

- How will you find me?

- White men think
the world is so big

because you fight
against it when you travel.

We move with it. Like the wolf.

It is small to us.

I will find you.

- No chance you'd
want to come to Oregon?

- I fought too hard for
what land we have left.

Doubt the fighting's over.

I marry your daughter, but
I still belong to the people

and the people
belong to this land.

We don't dare leave it.

Maybe some day you
find land to belong to,

and you'll know what I mean.

- I could make her go with us.

- How you gonna do that?

If you tie her to the
back of the wagon

she'll just chew
through that damn rope.

She said she'd ride
with us to Oregon

then come back
to him in the spring.

Let's just hope she
falls in love in Oregon.

- With the pattern
she's established

she'll fall in love
again by Nebraska.

(laughing)

- It's not funny.

- You're the one laughing.

- You think our daughter
is the only one out here

falling in love?

I bet there's emigrant
kids fooling around

behind every bush
along this creek.

Ours just doesn't hide it.

If she loves something
she will hold its hand

in front of the whole world.

- She gets that from you.

- She gets racing
up that hill from me.

But the way she loves...

she gets that from you.

That's why it scares you so bad.

- You're not scared?

- My fear is selfish.

I just want to be with her.

- Yeah.

- Know her children
when she has 'em.

But I...

can't alter the
course of her life

just because of how
bad I'm gonna miss her.

- She'll change her mind.

- How do you say "I love you?"

- Kah-Muk-Kun-Tun Nuh.

- Kah mun...

- Mah kun tun nuh.
- Kah mah kun tun nuh.

- (laughs)

Pretty good.

- How do you say my name?

- Lightning with
the Yellow Hair...

(speaking Comanche)

- (speaking Comanche)

Teach me more.

- (speaking Comanche)

Eere.

Huku.

Tsunipuh.

Mura.

(music)

(music)

(music)

- At least we have
a path to follow.

- How far to Fort Caspar?

- Couple a weeks.

We just might pull this off.

- We meet here when
the flowers bloom.

- When do the flowers bloom?

- In your new home it's April.

Here it is June.

- I'll meet you here in June.

(music)

- Sam!

Ah kah mah kun tun nuh!

Ah kah mah kun tun nuh!

I love you!

(speaking Comanche)

(whooping)

(music)

- I felt their eyes
move over me.

Felt their pity
and disapproval...

And it meant nothing to me.

The only thing that
mattered was riding away,

just as I was riding
away from him.

As I pondered the
new journey before me,

making it back to him.

They watched the tears
run my cheeks and I let them.

I didn't turn my face
or wipe them away.

Tears we can't control,

sobs and weeps
are little surrenders,

and I will surrender
nothing to the pain.

Tears may flow,
but I will not weep.

I am the wife of a warrior now.

Which is to say, I am a warrior.

And warriors don't cry.

We're wasting time.

(music)

(music)