All language subtitles for Slow.West.2015.English

Once upon a time, 1870 to be exact,

a 16-year-old kid
traveled from the cold shoulder of Scotland

to the baking heart of America
to find his love.

His name was Jay.

Her name was Rose.

Pegasus.

The Great Bear.

The Dragon.

Andromeda.

Orion's Belt.

I was drifting west

when I picked up his trail
deep in Colorado Territory.

A jackrabbit in a den of wolves.

Fortunate to be alive.

Arms abroad, boy.

- Red skin or white?
- Um...

Sir.

I'm British... Scottish.

Catch the savage.

I'm Jay Cavendish.

Son of Lady Cavendish.

We're all sons of bitches.

Grave play, boy.

Sir, lower your pistol.

Hey.

Clean it, oil it.

What do you want?

He was an officer.

Wearing a dress don't make her a lady.

They ain't soldier.

At least no more.

Injun slayers.

Keep heading west solo,
you'll be dead by dawn.

How you made it this far is a miracle.

I take care of myself.

Sure, kid.

You need chaperoning, and I'm a chaperone.

- Safer to travel with a killer?
- That's right.

First, let's save your pony's life.

Counted a dozen of them bastards
attacked those Indians back there.

Minus three.

That leaves too many.

"Ho! For The West!!

"The Traveler And Emigrant's Hand-book

"To Canada
And The North-west States Of America."

By Edward Hepple Hall.

Well, ho for the west.

Dollars. $50 now, $50 when we split.

Until we reach a forest
called Silver Ghost.

Let's drift.

- What's your name?
- Drop back. Single file.

Why are you heading west?

You care not why I'm headed west?

There was an accident.

My girl and her father fled from Scotland,

settled out west.

It was all my fault.

Take a hint, kid?

- We love each other.
- Sure you do, kid.

Jay!

A thousand ways to die. Choose one.

Bow and arrow.

Silly boy.

My turn.

That kid was a wonder.

He saw things differently.

To him, we were in a land
of hope and goodwill.

The way I saw it,

kick over any rock, and most likely,
a desperado will crawl out

and knife you right in the heart
if there was a dollar in it.

Same stars, same moon.

One day, we'll be wandering
around that moon.

They'll build a railroad.

A railroad up and down the ways.

A railroad to the moon.

And when we get there,

the first thing we'll do
is hunt the natives down.

No Indians on the moon.

No, the natives of the moon.

The moon people.

Pegasus.

The Great Bear.

The Dragon.

Shh.

Sit down.

This is the last time
I'm gonna clean up your shit.

It must have been winter
when Rose passed through here.

What's she like?

She's a beauty.

And she does not waste words.

They tumble out, wit following wisdom.

You haven't bedded her, have you?

Grab that end.

You're a brute.

Trading post up ahead.

We can dine at a table
while sitting on a chair.

Tie the horses around back.

Everyone knew
about the bounty except Jay.

He was leading me right to it.

There were few of us left.

Men beyond the law.

But the most dangerous
are the last to fall.

May I ask you to place your iron
on the counter while you browse?

We'll be dining.

- May I try on a suit?
- Sure, be my guest.

Whisky?

- Got any meat?
- I got condemned bacon.

Traded it for bullets.
Both'll kill you pretty quick.

Blanket, please.

Blanket, huh?

Ma'am, you have to purchase items
before bagging 'em.

How we do it here in America.

Johan!

Sorry.

Money, please.

Well, now, lookie here.

You realize if I give you money,

here's the only place around
where you can spend it.

Johan!

Money.

Johan.

Johan!

Breathe.

Breathe.

In

And out.

Money.

Money!

Breathe.

In

And out.

Money!

Breathe.

Money!

In

And out.

Money!

Grab some provisions.

Jay!

Shit!

Dry your eyes, kid. Let's drift.

We could have taken them in.

In where?

How do you feel

about me?

You're the little brother I never had.

You don't mean that.

That's not what you mean.

I'm sorry, my Romeo.

But, "These violent delights

"have violent ends."

What choice do you have?

A farmer? A fisherman?

Best you leave now, Jay.

- Under the bed.
- No.

- Daddy.
- Rose.

Rose...

Growing up quick.

John, Calum, Rose. Willie, Angus.

Lord Cavendish, can I help you?

I've come for my nephew.

You should not be in here.
These people are peasants.

I'm with Rose now.

I come in peace.

My ears hear your music.

Come. Come.

Come! Come!

Sit.

I have coffee.

You a writer?

Perhaps.

I am "Recording the Decline
of the Aboriginal Tribes,

"Their Customs, Culture and Habits,

"in the Hope of Preventing Their Extinction

"or Conversion to Christianity."

The title of my account.

Too long?

Perhaps.

So, now.

East. What news?

Violence and suffering.

Hmm.

And west?

Dreams,

and toil.

I passed through burnt remains
of an Indian camp.

This is dreadful news.

A race extinct,

their culture banished,
their places re-named,

only then will they be viewed
with selective nostalgia,

mythologized and romanticized
in the safe guise of art.

And literature.

This is a new world for us.

Also for them.

You must be hungry.

Till now, my sole company's been a brute.

Sorry to hear this.

I escaped.

Thank you.

I killed a woman yesterday.

Part and parcel.

You care not to share your company
with a murderer?

I'd be a lonely man if I did.

I am no judge,

nor father.

In a short time,

this will be a long time ago.

Camp here.

- Blanket?
- Thank you.

I shall dream up some advice,

and in the morning,
dish it up with fresh eggs.

What's your name?

Werner.

I'm Jay.

Good night, and thank you, Werner.

You can eat those.

Eat enough of them, you can fly to Rose.

You kill Werner?

No.

No reason.

This is all the money I have.

Get me there in one piece.

Sure, kid.

Have a biscuit.

That's just a shame.

Is it?

No.

No, it's not.

Charles Darwin talks of
evolution by natural selection.

For our sake, let's hope he's wrong.

My Lord is hunting,
he is gone

But hounds or hawks with him are none

By Silver Ghost lies his game

Rose Ross is her name

Knife's gotta be as sharp as a razor.

You hold the knife flush against the skin.

And it's a scraping
motion against the grain.

Not a slicing motion.

Like so.

That'll make you presentable for her.

Huh?

I know why you need my help.

Oh, yeah?

Yeah.

You're lonely.

You're a lonely man.

Sure, kid.

"Sure, kid.

"Let's drift."

The silent, lonely drifter.

You're a lonely, lonely man.

No need to concern over me.

Hold still.

All I'm saying is

there's more to life than just surviving.

Yeah, there's dying.

Survival ain't just
how to skin a jackrabbit.

It's knowing when to bluster,
and when to hush,

when to take a beating, and when to strike.

Where's your folks?

Father's in the ground in Ireland.

Mother's in the ground in Canada.

So what keeps you from joining 'em?

I don't know, kid.
Quit asking me shit.

I was fine till you showed up.

I showed up?

You showed up.

Yeah, well, maybe I'm tired of showing up.

You're done.

May I enter?

It's a free country.

Try telling the natives that.

I propose a trade.

A mug of coffee

for the finest imported absinthe

and a cigar of unrivaled quality.

We drink tea.

One for you, young man.

There's still not a mark on you.

You know him?

- Fuck yourself, Payne.
- I've tried.

Believe me, I have tried.

Mmm.

Well, that's damn fine coffee.

It's tea.

There you are.

To bad times in the green hour.

Down it, boy! That's liquid joy!

- You headed west?
- North.

Yeah, I'm headed, uh... South.

Chill, can't stand it.
Makes my joints ache.

So why north, kid? Someone special?

Your sweetheart, maybe?

Eh, I'm teasing, I'm teasing. I'm teasing.

You must be born on a Sunday, huh?
You born on a Sunday?

Yeah? You born on a Sunday?

I don't know.

So, it's fortunate that
you're headed north,

'cause west,

it's bad, it's big trouble,
big storm coming.

Easy, Payne. He's just a kid.

No, he's not.
He's an outlaw, just like us.

Anyhoo, let's drink.
To friends, old and new.

Spin it.

Ugh.

That's pretty good.

Get that dirt, all of it.
Clean... Clean it.

I need to piss.

Away from camp.

It's easy to see
how you two crossed paths.

One's a falling angel,
the other one's a rising devil.

I ain't no angel...

True.

Do you think that's a smart play?

Teaming up with him?

Quicker than tracking him, simpler.

- Ain't no play about it.
- Hmm...

Yeah, I guess if you knew
where Rose and Daddy was,

you'd be done babysitting.

Hmm?

Hmm?

Never was a bean-spiller, was ya?

Not sober, nor liquored up,

never wae.

What you gonna do with $2,000?

Hmm?

Come back to us.

I'm not like you, Payne.

Silas?

What have you done with Silas and Payne?

Back down, kid.
Payne needs him alive.

You'll get your chance.

What've you done with the river?

They took it.

Who took it?

Didn't see their face.

Kid.

All I'm saying is, in my day,
we tried to keep outta the papers.

You youngsters trying to get in 'em
makes no sense.

All I'm saying, Skell,
is I want folks to respect me.

What's the point in dying
if nobody knows you're dead?

Same goes for killing.

I partnered up with a youngling,
once upon a time,

by the name of Bill Allson.

He was dying to be famous.

Actually, killing to be famous.

He come to me one time, and he said...

"I killed 30 men and countless savages,

"and I still ain't got
me no wanted poster."

"Where's the justice in that?" I said.

So, I'm thinking

the only way to stop this kid
from croaking more innocents

is to draw up a poster. Let him find it.

The next morning,

I pinned the poster outside
the watering hole he was drowning in.

Wasn't long before he sees the poster,

"Bill Allson, $500, dead or alive."

- He yells me over.
- Skelly!

And what he says chills me to the bone.

What'd he say?

"Be $1,000 by the 'morrow."

The next morning, I go to get the poster
and pin it up in the next town.

The poster ain't there.

I hear a gunshot and a body hit dirt.

Spin around

to see this mean son of a bitch
leaning over a blob.

Well, I'm presuming this bastard
seen the poster, thought it real,

and gunned down Bill for the reward.

So I walk and I shoot, and bang,
he falls to his knees and dies.

On his knees,
like he's praying to be alive again.

As I walked towards the dear departed,

Bill Allson steps out
from the saloon across the street.

Alive as you and I.

Bottle of whiskey in one hand,
and the wanted poster in the other.

I step up to the praying dead man
and nudge him with my boot.

He falls, revealing a dead lump
of fur and meat.

It was a goddamned black bear.

You know what Bill Allson says to me?

What'd he say?

He says, "You jealous bastard,
trying to get your own poster."

Bullshit!

That's a good one, Skelly.

There's been
an appalling misunderstanding.

I'm at the wrong camp.

Goodnight. Good riddance.

The good Lord brings the rain

To wash away our troubles

The devil adds the lightning

To show us he's still near

So the good Lord sends some thunder

To warn us of the devil

But the devil's gonna blow us all away

Silas.

There's some people in the woods.

You love her?

Who?

Rose.

Yes.

Then go home, kid.

She's mine.

She's nobody's.

Fighting talk!

You're always shushing me!

'Cause you're always
running your mouth off.

Jay-bird,

why so sad?

Silas!

Silas!

Silas!

Silas!

I can't find my gun!

Son of a bitch! Shit!

Help!

Come in, Kotori.

Kotori.

Turned out nice again.

Coffee.

You always ask for coffee,
and you always spit it out.

For God's sake.

Language, Rose.

An improvement, it stays on the table.

Only thing dry is my mouth.

My head is killing me.

You remember nothing from last night?

I remember Payne,

then rain.

Give me that rope.

Not bad, kid.

I must've been Jay's age
when I joined Payne's gang.

Those were prosperous times in our trade.

When I split,

I was lucky to do so with my life.

Whoa.

What do they want?

They're bounty hunters.
You know what that means?

They hunt bounty.

They hunt Rose, Daddy, blood, money.

- "Wanted dead or alive..."
- Dead or dead, kid.

And I'm leading them to her.

- We'll lead them south.
- There'll be others.

Others?

$2,000 entices
a certain breed of undesirable.

Just what breed are you?

Local tribes call this forest
The Place of Spirit Trees.

Trappers call it Silver Ghost.

Legend has it, folks go in,
they don't come out.

At least we may shed
the superstitious from Payne's company.

Oh, God damn you, Silas.

Who be it?

Victor Self.

Reverend Victor Self.

Sorry to bother you.
Looking for a chap by the name of Parker.

Uh, James Parker.

No Parkers here, Minister.
Won't you come in?

Sir, I thank you, but decline.

Rose!

I'm sorry, Minister.

The good Lord has me on an errand.

Bless you. And your lovely wife.

My daughter.

Ah.

Good day, sir.

Heavens above, Rose.

Scotland is far, far away.

Nobody knows where we are.
Nobody knows who we are.

He knows I'm your daughter,

I'm called Rose,

and he knows we're here.

He was sent by providence.

The Lord sensed my wavering faith.

Rain is coming.

"Thou shall not be afraid
of any terror of night,

"nor for the arrow that flieth by day.

"For the pestilence that
waketh in darkness,

"nor for the sickness
that destroyeth in noon day."

"O'er all there hung the shadow of fear,

"a sense of mystery the spirit daunted,

"and said as plain as a whisper in the ear,

"this place is haunted."

Silas?

The trees are moving.

It's called a hangover, kid.
You'll get used to it.

Nice catch.

I'll fix you up on the way.

I've made it.

You sure that's them?

Exactly what I imagined.

Hey.

Silas! Silas!

Silas, what are you doing? Stop! No!

Silas, Silas!

Do it quick.

I ain't gonna kill you.

I'm keeping you alive.
We don't have a gun between us.

Hold still.

What is this?

It stops the sun burning you up.

I'll protect Rose or die trying!

That's what I'm afraid of.

Lay a finger on her, and I'll kill you!

Dada!

Dada!

John Ross!

Rose Ross! John Ross!

You need to leave this house!
There are men coming here to kill you!

Rose.

Easy.

I'm a friend.

Kill that house!

I know how to do a job right.
Yes, sir. No, sir. Three bags full of...

Kotori.

Must I be carried to the skies

On flowery beds of ease

While others fight to win the prize

And sail through bloody seas?

Until civilization arrives.

Kotori.

Rose...

Jay...

Jay.

Silly boy.

Turn around, Rose.

It's over.

Doesn't hurt.

Jay.

He loved you with all his heart.

His heart was in the wrong place.

His spirit was true.

There is more to life than survival.

Jay Cavendish taught me that.

I owe him my life.

Ho for the west.