All language subtitles for S2E25 - The Sister Rita Story

Hello!

The fire!

Ambush! Get down!

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HELLO!

HELLO! THE FIRE!

Whoa! Whoa!

Whoa! Whoa!

Whoa!

Hang on, ma'am!

I'd let go if I could!

Whoa! Whoa!

You all right, ma'am?

My father warned me
never to twist a rope like that.

Oh, thank you, Juan.

And thank you, um, Mister...?

McCullough, ma'am.
Flint McCullough.

Mr. McCullough, how
do you do? I'm Sister Rita.

How do you do, ma'am.

Are the children all right?

Frightened but unhurt,
thank God.

Thanks to Mr. McCullough.
This is Sister Joseph.

Sister. Mr. McCullough,

you were like St. Michael
himself after the dark angels

the way you came
riding down that hill.

Navajo?

Poor little things are the only
survivors of an entire village.

Massacred by another tribe.

We found this little lad
in the mountains

half-starved and lost.

You mean you
headed into this country

knowing there was
Indian trouble?

Our mission is to help the
Indians, Mr. McCullough.

They don't seem
to know it, ma'am.

Well, they will, Mr. McCullough.

Father Sebastian
came to us in Santa Fe

and asked for sisters to staff his new
mission school and hospital in Nevada.

Do you know St. Joseph's? Yeah.

Let me get this straight.

You mean you started out
from Santa Fe for Nevada,

with this kind of equipment,
traveling alone?

Oh, no, Mr. McCullough,
we're not alone. God is with us.

Well, I'll be... Oh, I hope
not, Mr. McCullough.

Get hold of yourself, man.

You won't do him any good
going to pieces.

Help me get him
into the ambulance.

Come on, now.
I'll do that, Sister.

Oh, this is Mr. McCullough.

This is our Sister Superior,
Sister Monica.

Sister.

When you get Tomasa
into the wagon,

I'll take care of that arm,
Mr. McCullough.

Up. Easy.

We'll need boiled water, Sister.

Easy now, easy.

Keep him flat.

There.

Mr. McCullough. I'll have
a look at your arm now.

You've got your hands full
with the old man. This'll wait.

I was a surgical nurse
in a field hospital

for two years during the war.

I'm quite able to decide
what's to be done first.

The first thing to be done,
Sister, is post a guard.

Juan, you better
stand watch outside.

Don't let anybody
out of the wagon area,

and sing out at the
first sign of Indians.

They will come back, senor?

They'll come back.

If they do, you won't find
Juan much help, I'm afraid.

Sometimes a frightened man
fights better than a brave one.

There's a saying:

Nuns rush in where
angels fear to tread.

The correct quotation is
fools rush in.

So you think we're fools, then?

I think somebody's been making
some mighty foolish decisions...

Heading out in the first place
and leaving that village

and coming this far
without a wagon train.

There were no wagon trains
scheduled for months,

and our help at St. Joseph's
is urgently needed.

You're not going to be any help to
anybody if you get yourself killed.

What's done is done. We
must make the best of it now.

Do we have any chance
of getting through?

Maybe. But the chances are
getting slimmer all the time.

We've got to get out of here,
and the sooner the better.

That's quite impossible.

The removal of that arrow head
will be a very delicate operation.

And if it's successful, I shouldn't
like to move him too soon.

"Balancing one life
against all in danger."

Expendability? Mm-hmm.

In this case
there are two lives.

Father Sebastian
is out there somewhere.

He left before dawn
to find help.

How can we leave him behind?

Father Sebastian is dead.

He failed in his mission.

No, Mr. McCullough,
he didn't fail.

You came.

JUAN: Diablo!

Juan! Por dios!

Juanito, no! Por dios.

Por dios la madre.

Juan, have mercy.

Mr. McCullough,

will you help Juan
bring him into the wagon?

You mean you're planning
to bring him along?

Our mission is to save lives.

Juan.

Oh, Mr. McCullough.
Did you bury him?

Father Sebastian?
There wasn't time.

Juan, you better tie him up.

Mr. McCullough,
we're not savages.

This man is our patient,
not our prisoner.

He can do no harm
in that condition.

You've got a lot to learn
about Indians, Sister.

We can be under attack
within a matter of an hour.

We've got to use every second
to our best advantage.

I'm quite aware of that,

so Sister Joseph will assist me

while Juan sees to the horses.

Sister Rita and the children
will prepare the grave.

Don't you realize
that every second we lose

lessens our chances of survival?

Oh, please, Mr. McCullough...

bring him back.

Make the service short, Sister.

"I am the resurrection and life.

"He that believes in Me,
though he be dead, shall live,

"and everyone that lives
and believes in Me

shall never die."

There's something rather sad
about an unmarked grave,

no one ever knowing
who lies there.

God knows, Sister.

So he does, Mr. McCullough,
so he does.

We're ready now.

We're in your hands.

If Major Adams
could only see me now...

Wagon master of a rolling
convent and an orphanage.

Major Adams?

He's the wagon master
of the train I scout for.

Senor. Huh?

In Santa Fe I have
a wife and a small son.

I do not wish to die.

Many times I have said
that we should turn back.

Now I say it again,
senor. We must!

Amigo, our best chance is
to get to the wagon train.

Sister, there are two of us to handle
the driving chores and three wagons.

You'll have to leave one behind.

But we shall need everything in all
three when we get to St. Joseph's.

We'll have to leave one behind.

Sister, I've driven a
team before. Could I try?

You've never driven
a wagon as heavy as this.

No, I... I haven't.
But I think I could manage.

Good.

All right, we'll give it a try.

I'll lead out, you follow,

Juan, you bring up the rear.

Don't look so worried,
Mr. McCullough.

I'm not so sure you can keep up.

Well, you can be very sure
I won't be left behind.

Juan, give me a hand
with this team.

Yeeaww!

You'll have to stop,
Mr. McCullough.

He's hemorrhaging very badly.

Hold it there. Hold it.

Whoa, whoa!

Whoa. Whoa!

Do you think you can
drive any more tonight?

I suppose so.

Well, here's something
that all of us ought to know.

This is a rough idea
of the trail.

We're about here.

We're gonna leave and go
across some broken country

to a canyon that I saw yesterday
while I was out scouting.

There's a water hole in it.

I think it's a good idea that
we hole up there for a while.

How far do you think we are
from the wagon train?

They should be about here.

If everything goes right,
they'll be down this way

in three, four days at the most.

Then we could
intercept them there.

I'd hope so.

You've changed your mind. Why?

Because there's
a sizeable Ute war party

gathering between
us and the trail.

Pretty heavy load for a woman.

We're used to hard work,
Mr. McCullough.

You must have
quite a way with horses.

He's usually pretty skittish
around strangers.

I grew up around
skittish horses.

Did you, ma'am?

Why don't you call me Sister,
as you do the others?

I don't know,
I guess it's just that

you seem different
than the others.

Oh, I hope not.

I mean, you don't expect
a nun to handle a wagon

and drive a team like a man...

or capture the heart
of a one-man horse.

One isn't born in a
convent, Mr. McCullough.

I rode before I walked,

perched up on
my father's saddle.

I remember when I was a child I
thought the greatest thing of my life

would be the day
of my first hunt.

I'll bet you were
the belle of the ball.

Oh, no.

I challenged my brother and
his friends to a race, and I won.

Not one of them
would dance with me.

I had the fastest horse
in the state.

Well, he just carried
the lightest load.

That's plain to see,
even in that outfit you wear.

It's called a habit.

Whatever it's called,
it makes you look beautiful.

I assure you,
that isn't its purpose.

But you'll have to
admit it's true.

All you have to do
is look in the mirror.

There are no mirrors
in convents.

You mean you've never
seen yourself?

No.

Well, I don't carry
a mirror either,

but the water in that pool is clear
enough for me to shave by this morning.

You don't understand,
Mr. McCullough.

Giving up mirrors
is a sacrifice we make.

Seems to me you make a lot
of sacrifices choosing this life.

Oh, it chose me.
How do you mean?

Well, I don't know,
it's hard to explain.

It's just something you feel
in your heart.

Why does a man become a scout?

Oh, that's different.

You're a woman...

Giving up family and friends
for a lonely, desolate country

that, well, it could
turn deadly in a minute.

A lot of places have been
lonely and deadly.

People have changed them.

Sometimes the places
change the people.

Juan, you take the
first watch. Okay.

Buenos noches, senor.

Buenos what?

I beg your pardon, ma'am.

Juan is taking the first watch.

If there's anything you want,
you just...

You just give me
a call. Thank you.

Hermana.

Si, Tomasa, I'm here.

Por favor... agua.

Madrecita... Si, Tomasa.

You all right, ma'am?

Was it quite necessary to
shoot to kill, Mr. McCullough?

The first thing you learn
out here, Sister, is,

when you have to use a gun,
shoot fast...

and shoot to kill.

I believe this belongs to you.

Mr. McCullough...

I don't know how to say it...

How do you thank someone
for saving your life?

I won't take credit for that,
ma'am,

until I've got you
safely out of this.

A man lies dead here,

a man I only wanted to help,

and now he's dead because of me.

He's dead because
he tried to kill you.

He didn't understand.

They seldom do.

You might think they understand,

then all of a sudden, in a minute
they revert to their old ways.

You'll be wasting your life
out here.

You think you can
change these people,

you're in for heartache,
besides hardship.

Mr. McCullough, if we can
plant just a few seeds of faith

in a few souls,

hardship is
a small price to pay.

Yeah, but seeds have
to be planted in fertile soil.

You could spend
your whole life out here

and just give these people
a veneer of Christianity.

I hardly think this is
the place to discuss it.

You ever hear of
the Zuni tribe in Arizona?

The Franciscans came along
and Christianized them.

Everything was peaceful and
quiet until one night in 1780

when they rose up and
massacred every priest within miles.

No one knows why.

And last night here, the
strongest argument for your death

was spoken by an old man who
spent his boyhood at a mission school.

Like I said, they revert.

Good morning.

Would you like some coffee,
ma'am? No, thank you, I've had mine.

Sister Joseph,
this is my idea of coffee.

Pity she can't make
a proper cup of tea.

When in Rome, Sister...

I'm sure that
whoever coined that phrase

had never tasted
American coffee.

I haven't seen Juan yet.

Has he had
breakfast, Sister? No.

Well, then, where is he?

FLINT: He's gone.

Gone?

He's made a run for it.

Took one of the horses
and left last night.

You mean he's deserted?

Not that he's going to
get very far.

Oh, poor Juan.

Only last night he was
speaking of his wife and child.

I guess he just lost courage.

He may have more courage
than you think.

Perhaps he's gone to get help
from your wagon train.

In that case, he'd better be
quick about it.

Right now they just
want to talk.

Well, then, we must go out
and try to make them understand

who we are
and what we're doing here.

Wait a minute, Sister.

Even if they could understand,
they wouldn't listen to you.

Women aren't heard
in Council parley.

You'll have to let me
do the talking for you.

I just wish I had something
to bargain with besides words.

Wait a minute.

No wonder he spends
so much time by himself.

He's not a Navajo. He's a Ute.

And one thing about Utes,
they love their children.

If we hold onto him
as our hostage,

we might be able to
avert an attack.

We must send him back to his
people as evidence of our good faith.

To hold him as a hostage is
against everything we stand for!

Look, you might be willing
to die for an idea like that,

but I'm not.

Now, I don't mean the boy
any harm,

but if I can use him
to get us out of here,

I'm gonna do it.

Quite right.

The important consideration
is to reach St. Joseph's

and fulfill our mission.

In this case, Sisters,
the end justifies the means.

Do as you think best,
Mr. McCullough.

Oh, Mr. McCullough!

Now, Sister, don't you
worry about anything.

I don't mean him any harm,
but I need this for a while.

Be careful, Mr. McCullough.

Don't worry about me, ma'am.
I got strong medicine.

Perhaps this will
make it even stronger.

My brother wore it
through the war.

He said it brought him safely
back to his home and sweetheart.

May it bring you back to yours.

Well, I don't have a sweetheart to
come home to, but I'll be glad to wear it.

Rico, we have sat together at the
Council Fires of Ouray the Peacemaker,

in the camp of
the Uncompahgre Utes.

You know the language
of the white men.

We are at war
with the white man.

You are not at war
with such as these.

The women in these wagons
come in the name of the Great Spirit

to heal the sick,
to teach your children.

They mean your people no harm.

In their wagons they protect
our enemies, the Navajo.

Does the great Rico
make war on children?

The Utes will make war on all
who would try to steal our land.

These women only wish
to pass through your land.

The Old One will speak.

When the Old One
was a little boy,

he went to the mission school,

and later, the soldiers came
from across the ocean.

And the people felt the
sharpness of their bayonets.

And they grew angry.

His father
and the father of his father

took part in the massacre,

killing all the soldiers,
and the black robes, too.

All this he remembers.

He tell us that
they're coming again soon,

and that we must kill them.

The soldier will come soon,
and men without honor.

And my people will suffer.

If you make war on these people,

you make war on
a future brave...

one of your own.

Is this the way
the Utes keep a parley?

Waneeko!

The medicine bag
belonged to his son.

In camp, the women sing
the Death Chant for the boy.

Tell him the boy lives.

The women saved his life.

For that, they should go free.

It must be spoken of
at the Council Fire.

When the sun comes again,
we'll return to this place.

MAN: Amigo!

Juan?

Amigo!

Juanito?

Amigo!

Where do you think you're going?

Why, I heard a voice. I think
it was Juan. I think he's hurt.

It's an old Indian trick and it's
lured a lot of people into ambush.

I didn't mean
to be rough with you.

Amigo!

I'm gonna go out
and have a look around.

Now, you stay here
no matter what happens.

Do you understand? Yes.

Oh, be careful.

I've got very powerful medicine.

Remember?

Amigo!

Behind you,
Mr. McCullough! Behind you!

Heeya!

Heeya! Heeya!

Oh, you're alive!

Thank God you're alive.

I told you to stay at the wagon.

If anything had
happened to you...

I'm all right. Truly I am.

Lady, you'll do
to ride the trail with.

Why... thank you,
Mr. McCullough.

Come.

They're coming. They're safe!

Sister,
what's the meaning of this?

Leaving your patient!

I heard voices, and I
thought it was Juan.

Mr. McCullough went out
and the Utes were there.

You might have
cost him his life.

She saved two lives, Sister.

The only reason this woman could have
left the tribe is that she's Tonino's wife.

That means in a Council
Tonino's decided he'd rather

see his boy dead
than spare the rest of us...

and she's decided
to die with her son.

I'll take her to him.

What's that?

The Death Chant.

Please don't think I'm afraid.

After what you did tonight,
how could I?

You know, the Chinese believe
when you save another person's life

you're responsible
for it after that.

I guess if that's so,

we're responsible for
each other from here on out.

From here on out...
How long will that be?

Thank you.

Well, our luck's holding.

There's always a chance
that Juan got through.

And now that
we've got the Ute woman,

I'm hoping that Rico
will accept the bargain.

Oh, I hope so.
We've come so close...

Sister Monica to her
dreams of a mission hospital...

Sister Joseph to celebrating
her Silver Jubilee.

Silver, huh? 25 years,
that's quite a celebration.

Yes. We were to make it
a double celebration.

I was to make
my perpetual vows that day.

You mean you're not in yet?
For good?

Oh, no.

The Order gives us
a very long time

to make up our hearts and minds.

Even after our novitiate,

we wait five years before
we make our final vows.

They must make very sure
that this is the life for us.

And so must you, ma'am...

so must you.

If the boy and his mother
are released,

we can leave Rico's territory
by the shortest route possible.

Wait a minute.

There's more.

We can leave, provided the
Navajo children are left behind.

Leave them to the tribe that
slaughtered their whole village?

We couldn't! They trust us.

We could never abandon them
to save ourselves.

Sisters, let's not give way
to childish emotions.

Mr. McCullough, you said
that the Utes love children.

I said they love
their own children.

These are Navajo.

They'll serve as a warning
as to what will happen

to other Navajo that try
to enter Ute country.

You've got until sundown
to make your decision.

No more time is necessary,
Mr. McCullough,

he can have our answer now.

Sister Rita, as long
as I am Superior here,

I will decide what we
will tell Rico, and when.

Don't look, ma'am.

Oh, my God, forgive them.

Rico thought this would
help us make up our minds.

This would have happened
to the children.

I'm quite aware of that.

It would have been monstrous
even to consider Rico's proposal.

But Mr. McCullough has pointed
out that every hour of delay

brings the wagon train nearer.

I wouldn't count
on that now, Sister.

You understand, Mr. McCullough,

that for us there can
only be one answer.

We will all leave together...
or we will all die together.

Surely not all, Sister.

We have it in our power
to save two innocent lives.

The boy and his mother must
be sent back to their people.

The end no longer
justifies the means.

Sister, you think
far too much with your heart

and far too little
with your head.

See that the children
stay back, please.

If we did send
the boy and his mother back,

it would mean an immediate
attack, is that not so? Mm-hmm.

Then we must wait until
that last possible moment

before releasing them.

That's what I'd do, Sister.

SISTER JOSEPH: Come and have
a cup of coffee, Sister.

When you were
Mistress of Novices,

you always knew
when we were troubled.

You'd say, "Come have
a cup of hot chocolate."

We thought you could
read our souls.

Come and sit down. Thank you.

Remember that phrase
you used to read so often,

about the dark night
of the soul?

This is such a night.

I'm growing old,
most of my life behind me.

When you're young,
with so much ahead,

it's hard to face
the thought of dying.

Oh, I'm not afraid to die.

I wish I had
the courage to live.

Oh, don't struggle
so alone, little Sister.

Pray! Pray for strength
and enlightenment!

God has seen fit to test you.

And I've failed Him.

It takes courage
to acknowledge doubts,

to face and resolve them.

And in the end, your faith
will be even stronger.

I think Sister Monica
could do with a little tea.

I'll take it to her, Sister.

There. Thank you.

Dear God, help me to help her...

to help all of them.

Amen.

He will help.

When?

In His own time
and in His own way.

You've got your faith, Sister...

I've got mine.

Oh, Mr. McCullough.

There must be some way
to avert a massacre here.

If we took the boy and his
mother back to their people,

surely they'd speak for us.

Their words wouldn't mean
a thing against old Lupe.

What he says is law.

And he connects missionaries with
soldiers and opportunists who followed them

and took advantage
of the Indian.

He might have been a mission
Indian once, but he's all savage now.

Hmm.

Good night, Mr. McCullough.

Not much chance of sleeping
with those drums beating.

This is not a night
for sleeping, Mr. McCullough.

When will the drums stop?

Dawn.

And then they'll come.

Mm-hmm.

One thing you should know...

I'm saving three bullets.

You and the Sisters
won't be taken alive.

Poor Mr. McCullough.

On a night like this,
a man gets to thinking

about things he might
have done differently.

Any regrets, ma'am?

No. And you?

Two.

One, that I can't
get you out of this...

And the other?

That we didn't meet
a long time ago.

Being in the war and
riding alone a lot like I do...

a man builds a picture of a
woman, kind of an image that...

well, he keeps in his heart
like a shrine.

Some men go their whole lives
and never find it.

I found it... in you.

Our few days here have been
among the best days of my life.

I'm sorry.

I just wish things
could have been...

Well, worked out differently.

I didn't mean to offend you.

Offend me, Mr. McCullough?

You've paid me
a very beautiful compliment.

Sister Rita!

Mr. McCullough!

How long has
Sister Joseph been gone?

Five minutes? Ten?

Gone? I don't understand.

I wanted to talk to her,

but she's nowhere to be found.

While I was looking,
I checked the lean-to.

The boy and his mother
are missing as well.

They've... killed her.

Let's hope so.

Ohh...

Mr. McCullough, will you
see to the children, please?

From the moment you found us,

I think you knew
it would end like this.

But it was a splendid
effort on your part.

You've done
everything humanly possible.

Flint...

Yes?

I want you to do one more thing.

I want you to ride for help.

We both know
there's not time for that.

Not for us, perhaps,

but what about the people
on the wagon train?

It's your duty to
warn them of the danger.

I'm not leaving, Sister.

Do you remember what you said
about the expendability of the few

when the lives of many
were endangered?

The Major can
take care of the train.

There's no sense in your
getting killed because of us.

At dawn,
we're giving ourselves up.

You could be miles away by then.

I could be, but I won't.

So forget the idea.

I know you people
aren't afraid to die...

but a lot can happen
before you die.

And I could never
ride far enough

to leave a memory
like that behind.

Mr. McCullough,

at a time like this, the heart
has a way of playing tricks.

No.

It's been a long, lonely search,

but it ends here.

I'm sorry
if you think that's wrong,

but that's the way it is.

One can't help the direction
in which the heart goes.

The right or wrong comes in
what one does about it.

I hope and pray that it's a love
that doesn't hurt or trouble her.

You wouldn't have said
a thing like that last night.

So much has happened
since last night,

so very much.

If I've said anything rude or...

if I've seemed rough to you,

it's just that I've never been
around people like you before.

I want you to know I'm very
proud to have known you.

And I you, my valiant friend.

Sister! Mr. McCullough!
Someone's coming!

I wonder what this means.

Something's shaping up...
First the drums, now this.

Come. The woman from the wagon,
she dies.

Oh...

Oh, Sister. Oh...

This is a good woman.
She is a brave woman.

She is a friend of my people.

And for this, all go free.

Sister, forgive me
my disobedience.

You taught me the wisdom

of following the heart, Sister.

It's I who must
ask forgiveness...

For my sharpness, for my pride.

You were right, Sister.
You got us out of it.

No, Mr. McCullough... God did it.

I was only the instrument.

For this, Tonino shall die.

Will the white man scout
take this knife

and kill him now?

No! No, Mr. McCullough.

You must not let them
take a life for a life.

Perhaps Tonino, too,
did God's work.

Please...
he must not be punished.

The women wish Tonino to live.

The word of Rico is law.

Is the law of Rico greater
than the law of the Great Spirit?

We are servants of the
Great Spirit, who forgives all.

We do not kill...
Not even our enemies!

Hear me, Rico.
It is not our way!

Hermana...

Si.

Yo pecador...

me confieso a Dios
Todopoderoso...

que pecado gravemente

con el pensamiento,
la palabra y obra...

por mi culpa, por mi culpa...

por mi gravisima culpa.

El senor Dios ominpotente...

que nu siude...

que nos pardone,

los picados..

I beseech you, Mary...

Asi sea.

"Then Joseph said
to his brethren...

"'I die, then God
will surely visit you

"'and bring you
out of this land...

"'unto the land which He swear
to Abraham...

"'Isaac...

and Jacob.'"

You were right,
Mr. McCullough... they do revert.

Yeah, I...

I guess it works both ways.

You were right... Sister.

Come on, Charlie, get hitched!
We want to move!

Major...

how long do you figure it'll take
you to get to this St. Joseph?

About a week, I guess.

Why?

Oh, I was just wonderin'.

I thought maybe
I'd like to ride up

and take a look at
the Sierra foothills.

That'll take you
better than a week.

That's right.

Listen, you...

Maybe you do need a little rest.

Why don't you go ahead?

Thanks.

Good morning, Sister.

Good morning, Major.

Nuns and scouts,
Mr. McCullough...

Their work is never done.

Work?!

Why, Sister, haven't you heard?

That fella's going off
on a week's vacation.

A whole week,
nothing but pleasure.

You were going
without saying good-bye?

Well, I'm not much
for saying good-byes.

But I was gonna
drop by your wagon

and leave this for you.

You're right,
it's powerful medicine.

I'd like you to keep it,
Mr. McCullough,

so that wherever you go, you'll
always know our prayers go with you.

Vaya con dios, Sister.

Vaya con Dios, Mr. McCullough.

Go with God, my friend.

That's quite a fella, Sister.

Always way out in front...

lookin' for something.

I hope he finds it soon,
Major...

I hope he finds it.