All language subtitles for Damnation.S01E06.720p.HDTV.x264-KILLER

Previously, on "Damnation"...

If the local preacher is
found harboring a bank robber,

it raises questions.

Yes?

- Martin Eggers Hyde?
- PhD... What is it?

The man behind the strikebreaker

is incredibly rich
and incredibly powerful.

What possible interest

could a Duvall have
in a town like this?

When I signed you to Iowa,

I also paid off
three common street goons

to intimidate the preacher.

I have yet to hear word
from those goons.

I've taken liberty
to hire a professional

to dispatch the preacher.

You're gonna confess to the murders

you framed me for back in Wyoming.

'Cause I'm done being
punished for your sins.

What were you doing back there,

playing pocket pool?

Mind your blind spot
and watch your tails.

You know we've got your back, Squealy.

But one of these days
you're gonna have to have ours.

Look, I know you feel for these people.

And I do too.

But that voice inside you
that's making this hard

is gonna get you or us hurt,

or worse.

You gotta quiet that voice so
you can do what Pa wants done.

I got this.

Hell, you two can watch.

Come on.

Howdy, this is a beautiful
piece of land you got here.

Ah, dirt's a tad sandy.

But we got a decent garden growing now.

Our own slice of heaven.

Yeah, well,

even heaven's got its price, don't it?

What's yours?

You them Turner boys, ain't you?

You're wasting your time
riding all the way out here.

Look, the oil company's
offering you a fair price.

So, you can either
hightail it outta here

with your trousers filled with cash,

or... we can send you
packing in a pine box.

But either way, this
land is gonna be cleared.

I don't plan on leaving,

so you bastards can
tell that oil company

this land ain't for sale.

Daddy?

Get inside.

Right now.

Ah, shit.

Get back inside.

My brother tried
talking sense into you.

- Your land or your life.
- Please.

- Your land or your life.
- Make the call.

Land. Take the land. You can have it.

We'll leave right now.

I don't think I believe you.

Look, he said he'd leave.

Come on, our job's done, Seth.

He's got a family!

Don't make me regret this.

It's only a matter
of time before folks find out.

You're nothing but a thug, a killer.

I'm not that man anymore.

Well, there's three
dead men from Chicago

who'd argue otherwise.

Tell me something.

How long you planning on going around

ruining the lives of decent women?

Cynthia's dead because of you.

You should be rotting in prison.

Yeah, why? Her blood's on your hands,

just as much as mine.

Is that what all this is about?

- Revenge?
- No.

If I don't keep killing on
behalf of American prosperity,

the man I work for
is gonna put me back in prison.

And that's why you are gonna
confess to those murders.

I told you, I'm not that man anymore.

Jesus, Creeley!

Yeah?

Neither am I.

You sure about that?

Looks like you still
got your blind spot...

Squealy.

Don't tell me you've taken up
the cloth too these days, Lew.

Nah.

I just rob banks.

You might be faster
than me and Lew these days,

or you might not.

But you're not faster
than me and Lew together.

Nothing to get worked up about, folks.

Just someone's idea of a prank.

Let's get back to enjoying
this year's fine carnival.

The authorities have got
this situation under control.

The authorities are exactly
what's wrong with this county.

Sheriff, you stand here
with your hands in your pockets

while they got a killer at large.

Trouble is, if your hands
aren't in your pockets,

they're probably in ours.

I think you said just
about enough, Melvin.

I think the First Amendment
says I can talk all I want.

This is still America, isn't it?

Shootout in town, crucified farmers...

Why are law and order

suddenly dirty words around here?

It's time for a change.

And if Don Berryman's
not willing to uphold

the rule of law,

then I guess someone else will.

My name's Melvin Stubbs,

and I'm humbled and honored
to announce my candidacy

for the sheriff of Holden County.

Let's meet the people, boys.

How you doing? Melvin Stubbs.

Glad to meet you.

What are we gonna do,
Uncle Sheriff Don?

Find Calvin Rumple.

Someone's putting Melvin up to this.

Melvin Stubbs. Appreciate your vote.

Who sent you after me?

Who says I wasn't doing it for fun?

We may have similar
notions of fun, hombre.

You're gonna yank out my teeth?

Hmm?

This is a burdizzo.

It's for castrating balls.

Tell my friend everything
he wants to know,

or I'll juice your cojones
from where they hang.

Who sent you?

Was it some kind of doctor?

Because he sent others.

It's time to start praying.

Do I look like some kind of

idiot believer to you, hmm?

You're a fraud. Both of you are.

God's dead because of men like you.

I would suggest
you watch your language.

Why?

If you're gonna kill me,

it'll only send me back to the
same nothingness I came from,

and you know all about that.

Don't you, Preacher?

Life and death don't matter.

What we call life is just
an exercise in absurdity.

A long, boring joke.

You're wrong.

Life is precious.

And God loves you.

Seth, what the hell was that?

Blasphemer got what he deserved.

We'll take care of the body later.

We could've gotten more out of him.

Better get that shoulder patched up

before it gets infected.

So, you actually believe in him?

Seth saved this farm.

And I know he's gonna save my son.

Seth was sent here to help us.

And I'll help him any way I can.

He was packing up
his car to leave town.

Is that the plan, Calvin?

Get Melvin Stubbs to run against me

and skip-to-my-Lou outta town?

I don't know what you're talking about.

I'm just trying to stay alive.

Explain.

That strikebreaker I hired
is now pushing me around.

He wants me to immediately
foreclose on all these farms.

All at once.

But if I do that,
those farmers will kill me,

so I'm splitting.

Before I allow you to do that,

I need you to do something for me.

Wonderful.

You need a favor too.

Can I get anything
for you guys as well?

Cheese plate?

Reverse lobotomy?

Tell the Duvall family

if they're interested in Holden County,

they can help themselves

by funding my re-election campaign.

Duvall family?

Why do you think I'm in conversation

with a family of industrialists?

Because that's who your strikebreaker's

really working for.

They're trying to move in.

I need to do more than skip on it.

I need to sprint.

Seth?

Oh, God.

I heard you were shot.

It was Lew.

But he's fine.

Martha's patching him up.

Sit down for a second.

Those other two men we killed...

Creeley dug them up.

He's sending us a warning.

Maybe we should heed it.

We need to look for another
town in need of a preacher.

I think it's time to leave Holden.

We've never gotten this far before

in any other town.

Look what it's costing.

Wives are losing husbands,
children are losing fathers.

Not because of you,
because of your brother.

Creeley's in Holden because of me.

If I go,
he'll leave these people alone.

And what happens when Creeley
shows his face in the next town?

We have to make our stand somewhere.

Why not here?

I can only imagine how you must feel,

seeing your own brother
as a strikebreaker.

He disgusts you.

Doesn't he?

He's a thug for hire.

After Sal, after Arkansas,

you know how I feel
about men like that.

Word is those homesteaders
haven't cleared out yet.

I'll own up to Pa.

You ain't gotta cover me anymore.

Come, son.

Finish your supper in our quarters.

Come, let's go.

Sure, sir.

Apparently we eat supper now
without me.

- Sorry, sir.
- Sorry, Pa.

You clear out them
homesteaders like I asked?

It's taken care of.

I made sure of it.

Creeley really stepped up
on this one, Pa.

Good.

Good.

Gotta keep the train
of progress rolling along.

When Wallace gets home from the war,

that train'll speed up a notch or two.

It's been six years, Pa.

Six years is nothing to a Turner man.

Our kind persists, don't it?

Yes, sir.

But the days of just persisting

are nearly over for us.

I want you boys to thrive.

For your futures
to be brighter than mine.

That's for lying to me

and not doing your job.

And this is for covering for
your soft-ass brother again.

I'm doing all this for you boys.

Don't forget that.

Yes, sir.

Finish your meal.

Then you and I are going for a ride.

We settled it.

He's coming!

For God's sake, open the door!

I'm empty.

All right, Creeley.

Finish the job.

I'll leave this time.

I swear.

What's better...

One family to keep
all this land for itself,

or for the oil men to come
in and start drilling

and putting food on the tables

of hundreds of families instead?

We're tools, they're objects.

Nothing more.

If you start feeling for them,

you won't be able to do your job.

Are you a Turner man or not?

No, please.

My wife.

My boys, no.

There's nothing to feel.

That's my boy.

Go on, it's yours.

Now you can finally put
a notch on that gun of yours.

What happened to you?

I need boots.

You got any bright ideas, huh?

What's going on?

Need to find that sheriff,

end this farmer's strike
once and for all,

'cause that chicken shit banker
don't come through on this,

then I am done for.

Tell me what's going on.

Why?

Because I'm the only person who cares

whether you live or die.

Seven years ago in
a place called Colton Creek...

My brother framed me for murder.

I got a life sentence 'cause of it.

And then Martin Eggers Hyde,
he come along,

and he arranged to get me my release

and a Pinkerton badge.

So, now if he says jump,

then I ask how high.

And if he says go kill a farmer,

or go kill a labor organizer,

then I... Then I ask how soon, hmm?

And if I don't keep him happy,

then he can send me
back to prison any time.

Your damn brother.

He needs to clear your name.

Yeah, he does.

But first, I gotta stop
this farmer's strike.

You're just the man I'm looking for.

Well, you took the words
straight outta my mouth.

You're such a coward.

You framed me, and now you're
trying to frame Preacher Seth.

You couldn't even look
at my father in the eyes.

You might as well have just
shot him right in the back.

Yeah, I did you a favor,
you little shit.

Killing your father.

Now you can stop being a son
and start being a man.

Young Sam.

Get away from the bars.

Sheriff, listen.

You been tracking this preacher
as long as I have,

you wouldn't be
the slightest bit surprised

that there are more bodies out there.

Hell, he might even have some
buried under his damn church.

Do you ever think about Wyoming?

Everything my father had us do?

No.

Do you?

Every day.

Stop.

Keep things light
and keep things moving.

That's what I say.

You know, this whole preacher act

started out as a trick

to get people to...

listen to our message, but...

Well, maybe there's something to it.

Sin...

Redemption...

Atonement.

You're singing a damn sappy song.

Preacher Seth,

the banks foreclosed on all our farms.

Calvin Rumple skipped town.

There's nothing we can do.
We're gonna lose everything.

Do not forget, we have dealt
with setbacks before.

Remember the Riley farm auction?

Without the dairy farmers on our side,

we don't have the numbers
for another penny auction.

Especially not if all the
auctions are happening at once.

This is it.

The bank's gonna take us all out.

Trust in the Lord.

He has a plan, as do I.

Please.

Return to your homes,

and wait for my word.

So, what's the plan?

I have no idea.

Oh, t-thank you for
such an eye-opening sermon,

I'll take your biblical
insights to heart.

Can we help you, Sheriff?

I've been hearing lots
of stories about your,

your holy powers of late.

Oh, well, you just missed our service.

Perhaps you'll join us next Sunday.

I remember coming here as a child.

And the preacher was a fellow
about your age,

fire and brimstone type.

Ohh!

The calamity of the age we're in!

We are sinners,

all of us!

And so forth.

Now he swept this town
into a fevered pitch.

Much like you're doing now.

Holden was cleaner
than a whistle for a wh...

For a while,

until my father and his friends

they yanked that preacher
out of his church.

Dragged him behind a horse
up and down Main Street.

You see, while that preacher...

Was busy saving our souls
from eternal damnation,

he was also sleeping with
half the congregation's wives.

So, to answer your question
in short, Miss Amelia,

No, I will not be joining
your congregation.

However, if you can

really call down miracles, Preacher...

Now's probably the time.

You know we couldn't have done this.

You mean, you say you two
aren't stupid enough

to murder a couple
of fellas and hide them

under your own damn church?

No, we're not.

Well, I don't much care.

All of a sudden I've got
Melvin Stubbs after my badge,

and dead bodies
floating to the surface.

So, I need to arrest somebody.

And right now, that somebody
is the two of you.

The strikebreaker is framing us.

And he's done a fair job of it.

More politics!

Seth, dear.

Sheriff...

Hmm?

We feel for your difficult situation.

We're here to serve. Let us serve you.

- Excuse me?
- Give us until tomorrow

to find the real killer.

After all,

the congregation and the farmers

have grown fond of us.

If Melvin Stubbs running against you,

you'll need their vote.

Should be your size.

I thought I said boots.

So, um...

Should I call this Eggers Hyde guy,

- get you out?
- No.

Don't you even think about it.

You do... You do that,

and we are both dead.

You understand me?

Yeah.

You got the
sheriff to save my neck once.

Whatever you did, maybe try it again.

You know, hell,
give the bastard a good screw

if that's what it takes, you know?

Can't do that.

Why not?

I'm his daughter.

All right, thanks
for your thoughtful words

of comfort and understanding.

Don't worry. I'll earn my keep,

figure out a way to get you out.

Hey, hey. Hey, hey, hey.

Come here. Come here.

I don't wanna be like this.

But if I let myself feel anything,

then I cannot do my job.

I know.

I tell myself the same thing.

Here.

You, uh...

You hold onto it for me
till I get out, okay?

It's what I got left of my mama.

Okay.

You know, the last time I saw her,

I was a...

I was just a tubby kid in short pants.

Never imagined this
is what I'd grow up to be.

What'd you wanna be?

Eh, you'll laugh.

Bet I won't.

Schoolteacher.

Yeah.

And I can't even read a damn word.

You still got time.

I'll work on finding
a way to get you out.

But now you know I'm the
sheriff's dirty little secret.

If you need to,

use that to leverage your way out.

We have to get rid of these...

IDs for the three men from
Chicago who tried to kill us.

If it comes to it, I'll turn myself in.

When the sheriff gets here,

you can both deny that you
had any involvement in this.

Amelia, I appreciate the hospitality.

Seth,

nice to see you're doing well.

I got some business
to attend to in town

before I hit the road, so...

Say my goodbyes now.

Why are you leaving now?

He's leaving now because
when the sheriff comes here,

no one will be at the station...

Which is right next door to the bank.

What does that have
to do with anything?

Lew's wanted in five states
for bank robbery.

You're a bank robber?

Missus almost looks impressed.

Are you one too?

No.

Perhaps you should reconsider.

- You see?
- Ladies love outlaws.

Seth, there's enough money in that bank

to pay off all the farm loans
through winter, maybe longer.

This is how we can save their farms.

Well, hold on.

I need that money.

The farmers need it more.

You know as well as I do

the rich will never be satisfied

until they control every
good thing in this country.

You've seen it firsthand.

Perhaps, hell, I imagine
it might even eat at you

even when you tell yourself it doesn't.

Well... there goes the sheriff.

So, it's probably
about time I gave you this.

I've been holding on
to this thing for seven years.

Well, take it.

You kept this?

Well, why you giving it to me now?

Because sooner or later,

I won't be walking out
of one of these banks.

Shh.

Oh no.

Listen up.

If any of you call
attention to a passerby,

we'll fill all your
carcasses with hot lead.

Now, go to the back wall.

Git!

Hey.

Are you a problem?

I thought I was just a bit buzzed,

but I must be pretty damn shitfaced.

No, I'll show myself to the wall.

And I guess you'll be
helping me with the vault.

All right, hands behind
your head, knees on the floor.

What's your name, darling?

Rose Jericho.

- I need your help.
- Come on.

I can't open the vault.

- You sure about that?
- It's on a timer.

Wait here, darling.

Shit.

Triple clock time lock.

It unlocks only once a day
during a ten-minute window,

which isn't now.

Can you break it?

This is a thing of beauty
built by a master craftsman.

It's tamper proof and indestructible.

Never seen one before in the wild.

My Iowa Rose,

please bring me that satchel.

Now, stay here.

Nice perfume.

Stay here, please.

The bank was smart to upgrade the lock,

too bad they didn't upgrade the door.

What's this supposed to be?

Oh, thank heavens.

This man just broke into our
home and tried to kill me.

I had to shoot him in self-defense.

I was hysterical, I...

I don't know how I managed to do it.

Sheriff,

you don't think that

this man was responsible
for all three murders,

do you?

Raymond, go around back
and check the premises.

This man was knocked out,

and by the looks of things,
not recently.

And the rope burns on his wrist

suggest to me that...

he was tied up.

So, let's just for a moment

pretend that you don't take me
for a complete idiot.

I just wonder.

Why do you think
you can get away with this?

Because...

while I do believe in the
separation of church and state,

that doesn't mean
that the two can't share

mutual interests from time to time.

- It's quite the story.
- I'm glad to see you're safe.

So am I.

Just after this killer
broke into the house,

the sheriff arrived and apprehended him

with necessary lethal force.

A well-timed visit.

What brought you here
in the first place, Sheriff?

My cooking.

Yes.

Mrs. Davenport is a woman
of disparate talents.

After stopping the assailant,

I searched him and found
three identification cards,

one belonging to one dead man
on the Ferris wheel,

plus two more dead bodies.

Thankfully, this man's
reign of terror is over.

Come on, darling, let's go.

- What are those?
- Purchase papers.

Some out-of-towner's been
buying up land in the area

and getting permits for factories.

Lover boy, we gotta go.

Someday you'll tell your
grandchildren about this.

Hey.

Ladies and gentlemen,
this is your lucky day.

You've just had the honor
of being robbed by Lew Nez.

Hey!

You know, I always wanted to be a hero.

Yeah?

- Well, I haven't.
- Hey.

Hey!

Come on!

I thought you were in jail.

Sheriff got his man.

Hmm, afternoon, Mr. Turner.

Lovely day for a drive.

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