All language subtitles for SERIE ENG1923_e01English

[Money for Nothing
by Dire Straits]
♪ MTV... ♪

[panting, grunting]

[gun shot]
[screams]

[groaning]

[shouts]

Wait!

Wait, just wait.

Hell is where you'll go
if you do this, ma'am.

All right, take me to
the nearest sheriff

and let him hang me.

That way you'll get
your justice

without closing
the gates of Heaven.

What do you
know about Heaven?

[gun dry fires]

[music]

[man grunts]

[gunshot]

[screams]

[music]

[Elsa] Violence has always
haunted this family.

It followed us from
the Scottish Highlands

and the slums of Dublin.

It ravaged us upon the
coffin ships of Ireland.

Stranded us on the beaches
of New Jersey,

devoured us upon
the battlefields

of Shiloh and Antietam.

And it followed us here--

lurking beneath the pines
and in the rivers.

And where it doesn't follow,
we hunt it down.

We seek it.

[elephant trumpets]

[music]

[growling]

[gunshot]

[birds scattering]

Hey.

[speaking foreign language]

[groans]
Yep.

[groans]

[grunts]

He is the one?

He's the one we tracked.

[speaking foreign language]

He is the one.

[music]

[Elsa] My father
had three children.

Only one would live to see
their own children grown.

Only one would carry
the fate of this family

through the depression

and every other hell the
20th century hurled at them.

[flies buzzing]

[music]

[Elsa] Upon my father's death,

my mother wrote
to his brother

begging that he
bring his family

to this wild land
and save hers.

We should move 'em.

Move 'em where?

[sigh]

[Elsa] A year later he
arrived to find my mother

frozen in a snow drift,

her two boys half starved
and barely able to speak.

He raised them as his own,

then took my father's dream
and made it into an empire.

Then the empire crumbled.

[music]

[music]

[chatter]

[crowd shouting]

[women shouting]

Prohibition now!
Prohibition!

Don't go in there, sir.
Don't drink that devil's drink.

Prohibition now!
Prohibition for Montana.

Woman: Join us
in our cause, ladies.

I pray you're here to shut down
this den of degenerates.

- Sign says "soda shop".
- Mm-hmm.

And the sign over the whore
house says "dance hall".

You don't say.

Step inside those doors
and your wife

will be the wiser, Commissioner.

She will be the wiser, sir!

[chatter]

Jake: Hey.

Guess it ain't started
raining since I came in here.

Only thing it's
raining is locusts.

Root beer for you?

I think I'll have a cola.

What if I did want a root
beer, a real root beer?

Well, uh, then I'd say go
to the drug store.

I'll have one of yours, then.

Them sheep herders are
getting pretty worked up.

Only got themselves to blame.

Can't run sheep
across another man's ground.

Lucky they didn't kill
the sheep herders, as well.

Try to find a softer way of
saying that in Town Hall, Jake.

How many deputies you got?

Not enough.

There's three hundred of them
sons of bitches in the street

watching the boxing.

And taking notes,
if you know what I mean.

Ain't worried about
being boxed.

I'm worried about getting shot.

Bullies.

Bullies whining about
the consequences

of the rules they broke.

Come on.

Let's get this over with.

[drops coins on counter]

[crowd shouting]

Okay, fellas, let's go.

[music]

[crowd clamoring]

[indistinct shouting]

They killed our fucking sheep.

Littered the forest with 'em.

Left 'em to rot.

And what have you done about it?

Nothing!

We don't know who did it.

[crowd murmurs]

Everyone knows
who did it.

It's those mick bastards
right there.

Come say mick to my face,
you fucking Jock.

I will, you paddy swine.

[clamoring]

This is going well.

[gunshot]

Sit down!

Or spend the night
in a jail cell.

Sit down.

I deserve an answer.

You know the bastards
who murdered my sheep

because you know who has the
lease to where their bodies lay.

So, you admit you were
on someone else's lease.

Sheep, they wander.

They don't know where one
lease ends and another begins.

Jake: Then why have
leases at all?

Sheep eat to the root.

They ruin the grass for cattle
or anything else to eat.

One could argue you
killed his livestock too,

it just took them
longer to die.

Until it rains, there will be
no grazing in the valley.

What grass there is in
the mountains is all we have.

If you got too many sheep
for your allotment, sell some.

Sell some?

Sell them to who?

The war's over.
There's nobody to buy them.

We're all in the same boat.

I suggest we work together
or that boat is headed back

to Britain with all of us.

We are all bunched
together here

fighting for every
blade of grass

while you have a whole
mountain range to yourself.

You have the land, you have
the lease, you have everything.

I have what my family
fought for.

You want to fight me
for it, too?

I didn't think so.

If you wanted more land
you should have leased more.

[clamoring]

Thought the goal was
to calm them down, Jake.

That was your goal.

My goal is not
to have a range war.

[chatter]

The sheepherder's
waiting outside.

[music]

What do you want
to do, Banner,

duke it out in the middle
of the street?

Sheep are stock, too,
don't you forget.

I'm a member just
like the cattlemen--

Membership does not
mean ignore the rules.

You grazed down all your
grass then pushed your flock

on another man's grass.

The locust ate my grass.

The locust
ate everyone's grass.

We're all suffering.
Take your flock higher.

Then it's bears killing
'em instead of cowboys.

What can I say, Banner?

That's ranching for you.

[guns click]

Jake: Come on.

Four can't beat twelve, Jacob.

I'm not worried
about the other eleven.

Just you.

Hey! God damn it.

I will not
have this in my town!

That man is an agent
of the state.

Threaten him again and you
sleep on concrete for a month.

Understand?

Stealing a man's grass
is like stealing his steers.

You graze another
man's lease again

and I'll have your whole flock.
And I am a man of my word.

Stealing grass.

Man doesn't own the grass.

The mountains own the grass.

God owns the grass.

And you're no god, Jacob Dutton.

You're no god!

[music]

I'd like to see
what would happen

if cattle grazed his land.

He'd shoot 'em
where he find 'em.

And bill the rancher
for the bullet.

[chatter]

[piano playing]

The McCloud moved most
its horses into the Crazies.

Ain't a blade of grass
from here to Miles City.

Can't sell 'em
with these prices.

I don't see how
a war ending

can cause such hell
on the market.

Hell, all those soldiers
came home.

They don't eat here,
only overseas?

They're eating their own beef.
They don't need to buy ours.

Why don't we graze
the homesteader land?

Hell, bank owns all of that now.

I doubt they'd care.

I doubt they'd even know.

The bank always knows.

I've got the ground. It's high.

Bears and wolves
will be plaguing us.

We'll have to sit with 'em
all summer.

I say let's push the herds
together, take 'em up there,

sit with them
till the fall.

You know how many cowboys
it's gonna take

to babysit a herd
that size all summer?

I am aware.

I'm short of cowboys as it is.

You're gonna be short cattle
if you don't get 'em to grass.

How we gonna feed
'em in the winter?

Let's get 'em through
the summer, first.

I won't charge a lease,

but y'all band together
and, uh, contract some hay.

I hear Oregon is free
of the locust... for now.

I don't know, Jake.
Half of mine are too weak
to make the trip.

We'll push 'em slow.

Graze them along the river.

Push 'em up by the park.

Yeah. Well, if it weren't
for the easy years

I wouldn't waste my time
with the tough ones.

I been here since 1894, Clive.

I do not remember an easy year.

Do you?

- No.
- [laughs]

Yeah, all right!
Whoa!

[men shouting]

- Stay with him!
- Woo!

Woo!

Man: Woo!

Come on, this ain't no
rodeo, collect him up.

Keep him moving left.

Don't get him killed
a week before his wedding.

I told him not
to pick this one.

That's probably
why he picked it.

[men shouting]

It's late.

This won't be our first ride
in the dark, ma'am.

Yes, but I worry.

We can ride out and meet 'em.

Thank you, Zane.

When he's done
with this colt.

We ain't exactly
in a stopping place.

Come on!

Why danger gives men such
pleasure I'll never understand.

[shouting]

- Let's go.
- Come on, Jack!

That'll do for the day, Jack.

Grab a user.

We gonna go find your father.

- He lost?
- Doubt it.

Then why are we
going to find him?

Because I asked.
I also asked you to be careful.

A plaster cast on your wedding
day will please no one,

least of all your bride.

God ain't made one that
can get me off, auntie.

- Mm-hmm.
- Don't you worry, Aunt Cara.

In a week you could pick apples
off this horse in the orchard.

I'll stick to my buggy,
thank you very much.

All right.
Zane: Good job today, Jack.

[music]

Woman: Name the ingredients
of soap.

Name them.

Oil, lye, and water.

What kind of oil?

Any kind.

I prefer your answers
without the flippance.

Now, what kind of oil?

You can use vegetable oil,
or tallow.

How do you get tallow?

- You render animal fat.
- How do you render it?

You boil it.

What is lye?

It's...

It's from ashes.

What is from ashes?

[music]

The Alkaline?

- [gasps]
- Alkali.

How do you get alkali?

[ruler slap]

How?

I don't know.

[slap] Why don't you know?
It was in yesterday's lecture.

- I can't rememb--
- Yes, you do.

I don't.
I don't!

Ow.

[speaks Native language]

You will not speak that
godless filth in my--

[screaming]

[girls clamoring]

[music]

[sobbing]

I wonder what precipitated
her attack on you, Sister Mary.

I'm sure I've no idea, Father.

A wild animal, this one.

Show me your hands, child.

You must beat this like
a mule to get a simple answer

the remainder of the class
has already answered.

What was the question
you couldn't answer?

She-she w-w-was asking m-me
about s-s-soap.

And-and I s-s-aid
alkaline instead of alkali.

Sister Mary,
step forward, please.

[music]

Would you place your hands
on the desk, please?

Would you recite 1 Corinthians
Chapter 13, verse one, please.

"If I speak in
the tongues of men..."

- Continue.
- [sobs]

"And Angels--"

"But have not love--"

Speak the verse, sister.

"I am a noisy gong
or a cymbal..."

"Clanging cymbal

"and if I have prophetic powers,

"and understand all knowledge--"

Faster, sister.

"And if I have all faith"

Faster!

"So as to remove mountains"

Faster!

- "But have not love--"
- Faster!

"But have not love--"

Stop, stop, stop!

[sobbing]

Please, Father. Please.

Look at that, Sister Mary.

You beat the child,

and yet she begs
for mercy on your behalf.

Perhaps she should
be the teacher.

- Eh?
- [Crying]

[sniffles]

I understand your desire
to lash out at a sister

who lacks compassion, but...

You lash out,

all will lash out.

I have compassion
for you, my child.

I do.

Place your hands
on the shelves, please.

[music]

I have compassion, but...

I have no mercy.

[whipping]

[shrieks]

[whipping continues]

Remove your towels, fold them,
and place them beside your bath.

Enter the bath.

Grab the soap and rub
the soap into your washcloth.

Begin with your neck.

Rub under each arm.

Down your bellies.

Then your privates...

[sobs quietly]

And last your feet.

Scrub until I say finish.

Finish...

Place your washcloth
on the side of the wash bin.

Retrieve your towel.

Stand and wrap the towel
under your arms

and around your bellies.

Step from the tub.

Dry your shoulders
and back,

then your legs.

[whimpering softly]

Prepare yourselves
for inspection.

[music]

Thank you.

Open your towel.

Turn 'round.

Remove your towel.

Cover yourself.

Turn 'round.

We understand each
other now, I think. Yes?

Yes, sister.

Best for both of us stay
clear of his office, then.

Yes, sister.

Once you're dressed,
mop this up.

♪ My country tis of thee ♪

♪ Sweet land of liberty ♪

♪ Of thee I sing ♪

♪ Land where... ♪

[muffled singing continues]

[speaking Native language]

[music]

[crickets chirping]

[music]

John: Hey, Jacob.

When you want to
push the herd up?

Uh, Zane,
gather them up tomorrow.

We'll push up on Wednesday.

That's three days up, hold 'em
for a few days, two days back?

Something like that.

That does not get him
to the church on time.

I thought the wedding
was on Saturday.

Wednesday, sir.

Who the hell gets
married on a Wednesday?

Don't know, sir.
I guess just me.

Why the hell'd you pick it?

They left me out
of the picking, sir.

Oh, Jesus. These cattle
can't wait a week.

I know it.

I'll take a crew
and drive them.

If there's a drive I'm on it.

It's my job and we're
short-handed enough...

We can postpone the wedding

or we can postpone the drive
and we can't postpone the drive.

So you gotta tell your bride
her wedding's got to wait a week

so you can sleep on the
ground and drive cattle.

She's marrying a rancher.

Don't know why the
wedding should be any different

than the marriage, 'cause
that's the way it's gonna be.

[laughs]

You tell her just
like that, son.

I want to see how
that goes over.

Hell, it's true, though.
How many birthdays did you miss?

It may be true, but you
need to find a better way

to tell her, or there ain't
gonna be any wedding at all.

You let me break it
to the boss first,

and then we'll see what happens.
[clicks tongue]

Jeez.

John: Oh, man.

[murmurs]

Sorry.

You're late.

Town took time.

How was it?

A lot of people,
not much work.

Expect a letter from
the Temperance Society.

[chuckles]
They are persistent.

Yeah.

I gotta run our
herd up the mountain.

The neighbors' herds, too.

If we don't,
they're all gonna die.

When?

Start gathering tomorrow.

The wedding's in a week, Jake.

Does that mean you
won't be there?

Nobody's gonna be there.

The whole valley's
pushing cattle.

Oh...

Well, I'll talk to
the girl's mother tomorrow.

I don't see what
harm two weeks would do.

Jack said he'd handle it.

Okay, Jacob.

It's his wedding.

The wedding's
for the woman, Jake.

If it were for men,
we would've spat on our hands

and shook on it, and then
you would've bent me

over the first thing you could
find that would hold our weight.

That's not far from
how it happened, honey.

[chuckles]

It's the one day
in a woman's life

that is dedicated
solely to her.

And you're going to
let that boy tell her

that "moving cattle
is more important."

She's the daughter
of a rancher, honey.

I doubt it'd come
as much of a surprise.

Well, how long?

A week or two.

Or two?

Your daddy's a rancher, honey.
You know the deal.

These cattle
got their work clothes on

and they need some help.

Why do I have to wait a week?

Why can't the cattle
wait a week?

Because the cattle will
be dead in a week.

Look, I can't wait
to get married either,

and I'd never ask
if this wasn't important.

Important?

Yes, Jack, tell me
how important the cattle are.

And you know what,
while they're so important

here's an idea:
why don't you marry one?

And when you get to
the top of the hill,

you have yourself a honeymoon.

[door slams]

[screams]

[music]

Looks like I'm too late.

How poorly did she take it?

Well, she told me to, uh...

to marry a cow and to take
it up the mountain...

and... and...

Well, that's
quite an image.

Go on, go back to the ranch,
I'll sort this out for you.

I think I'd better stay
in case she wants to see me.

She will.
She will want to see you,

and then you will just say
something stupid

and then she won't want
to see you anymore.

I'm pretty worried, Auntie.

I ain't gonna be much
use on the ranch.

You should be worried.

Go on, go back to the ranch.

Go on, quick,
off you go.

[music]

Go on.

I don't ever want...

Mrs. Dutton.

Good afternoon...

Well, certainly
not a dull one.

Are your parents home?

Daddy's tending to the cattle,

and mother's in Bozeman making
preparations for the...

I know, I know.

Can we speak, Elizabeth?

Yes.

You know, I admire you.

And the opportunities
you've had.

I regret not sending
Jack back east for school.

I feel sometimes that
we've robbed him

of countless experiences,

all of which you've had.

But what you haven't
had, however,

is an education about
this way of life.

You will miss more than
weddings for cattle, my dear.

If you give birth
during calving season

it will be a month before
he sees his first child.

If you give birth in the fall
it will be even longer.

You will stand knee deep
in mud to help a sick foal.

You will drive
wagons through blizzards

with hay for cattle
and hear them screaming

their gratitude when
you approach.

And you will be free

in a way that most people
can barely conceive.

Now, if this is not
the life you want,

you must tell the boy now.

Because you have to want
more than the boy,

you have to want the life, too.

Because in this life,
there's no debating

which is more important:
the wedding or the cattle.

It's always the cattle.

He makes me dizzy
when I'm with him

and I can't breathe
without him.

I don't know the life.

But I will learn it.

It's settled then.

We'll have the wedding
two weeks from Saturday.

Okay.

He left.

[mock surprise]
- Oh, that he did.

Well, he's very impulsive.

Will you take me to him?
Please?

We'll leave your
father a note.

[music]

I see him.

Well, what do you know?

Elizabeth: Will you
stop, please?

We'll see him up at the house,
after he's cleaned up a bit.

I can smell him from here.

[grunts]

[laughing]

I never want to fight
with you again.

Don't you ever do
that to me.

- I'm sorry.
- I'm sorry.

That my daughter?

Well, if it ain't, my nephew's
got some explaining to do.

He's got some
explaining to do anyway.

They ain't married yet.

They're as good
as married, Bob.

What's that supposed to mean?

In my experience, Bob:
when the first baby comes,

you don't want to be too picky
with your math and a calendar.

[cattle lowing]

Lord.

[music]

[coughing]

[sheep bleating]

[tongue clicking]

What's a fence
doing way up here?

I don't know.
Shouldn't be here.

Well, it's here.

That fucking Dutton.

Fencing the world out of
grass he can't even reach.

I'm not watching my sheep die

while there's grass a foot
tall no cattle could ever graze.

Cut it.

[music]

Bring them through.

[bleating]

[music]

[singing, chanting]

[distant gunfire]

[explosions, gunfire]

There's thousands of them.
We gotta fall back, all right?

- I can't my leg's broken.
- You gotta run!

[gunshot]

[shouting]

[grunts]

[growling]

Ah!

[grunting]

[panting]

We have reached
Nairobi, sir.

The journey is over, sir.

This is your destination.

I have no destination.

You have a ticket for Nairobi?

I do.

Then you have reached
your destination, sir.

I've reached my next stop.
That's all this is.

Apologies for the scare.

I don't wake well.

No sir, I'd say you don't.

[music]

[chattering]

I've spiked the tents
to the ground

so tight a wood lice
can't get under them.

I've moved the cots to the
center of each quarter.

Sure it's the same leopard?

Look at the size of it.

Yeah. That's the same leopard.

Tried to get into this tent.

Guest took a shot at it.

No blood trail?

He missed.

Lucky he didn't shoot
whoever sleeps in that tent.

That's why I'm moving the
guests to the river camp

until you can rid the world
of this spotted bastard.

I'd prefer if you didn't.

You're taking away all my bait.

No, no, I brought
you up some goats.

Well, goats ain't the same,
are they?

Once they get a taste for man,
man is all they want to eat.

Not to worry, Holland.

We'll be the bait.
- [laughs]

I have a tent
for you over here.

Away from the rest, yeah?

Only way to get
it deeper in the bush

would be to drop
it from the sky.

[music]

[bleating]

By God, you're mad, man.

I suggest you use
the goats, Dutton.

I think we'll use
ourselves instead.

Yes, well, dinner is at six.

I would consider being on time
since it's likely your last.

Wouldn't miss it
for the world.

[chattering]

Must've been
quite the accident.

No, ma'am,
that was no accident.

An American.

A cowboy, no doubt.

Where in America?

The mountain version
of this place.

Coffee.

Coffee in the evening.

No, thank you.
I'd be awake all night.

That's the plan.

I suppose I shouldn't
be surprised.

You travel here
all by yourself?

She came with
her husband, sir.

[gulps]
Mmm.

[sniffs]

Up all night?
Why?

I'm hunting the thing
that's hunting you.

And what is hunting us?

A leopard
the size of a sofa.

Just arrived today.
No one mentioned a leopard.

I'm sure they didn't.

Don't worry, you'll be at
the river camp tomorrow.

No leopards there.

Hippos and lions
and crocodiles but...

no leopards.

Doesn't sound
any less dangerous.

This is Africa.

Everything's dangerous.

Ma'am.
[clears throat]

My goodness.

[bleating]

Look what I got.

- Can't hurt.
- Nope.

It's not like
a leopard to enter a tent.

They ambush from behind.

Lion enter tents.

Those are leopard
tracks outside.

And it was at the railroad camp
37 times.

The lion is a brute.

But the leopard is a thinker.

He will think this
is too easy.

He already thinks
it's too easy.

Keep your heads down.

Stay in the tent.

These English might get crazy
and start shooting at boogeymen.

[laughs]

[music]

[sobs]

[cowboys whooping, whistling]

[cattle lowing]

Hya, cow!

That's Brewster's crew.

Yep.

By God, we're putting
a lot of cattle on this land.

Hey, break 'em up!

- Whoop!
- Hya!

[shouting]

Hey!

- Hey, come on!
- Hey, cow.

You ever taken
cattle this high?

Nobody takes cattle this high.

I hope you been practicing
with that rifle.

I don't need the rifle.

First grizzly I see,
I'm roping that son of a bitch.

Ya! Ya!

Can't wait to see how
that works out for ya.

Woo!

[whistling, shouting]

[music]

[gunshot]

[groans]

They said a week?

They said about a week.

That means closer to two.

I hate having them
both out for so long.

I hate having any of them
out there at all.

But they're cowboys, Emma.
It's what they do.

I'll start working on dinner.

No need.
There's no one to feed.

Let's have sandwiches.

Can't serve just sandwiches.
I'll make a soup.

Suit yourself.

You coming?

Mmm.

No.

No, I think I'll stay
out here a bit.

[music]

My Dearest Spencer...

Summer is here,
and with it a pestilence

of locust and
a plague of drought.

Your uncle and brother
and young Jack

are pushing the herd
into the mountains in hopes

of finding greener
grass there.

We postponed Jack's wedding
because, as you know,

the herd comes first.

When the house is
full and the ranch is busy

I can lose myself
in the hurry of it,

and forget you are not here.

But the house is empty now,
and I've no chores left.

And so I think of you.

And wonder why...
Why won't you come home to us?

[music]

[rustling]

[low growl]

[peeing]

[roar]

- [growl]
- [gagging]

[growling]

[Cara] I can't help but think
your absence is punishment,

that somehow we are
the reason you won't return.

That's selfish, I suppose.

War changes men, I know.

I can only assume
you are seeking

the part of yourself you lost.

And I can only pray
that you find it

and come back to us.

[growling]

[gunshot]

[music]

You were right.
It was too easy for him.

Spencer, there are two!

[roars]

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