01x03 - Episode 3

[bunniefuu]

[gasps]

[breathing heavily]

No! No!

Please, no.

[Abish panting]

[speaking Shoshone]

[metallic clattering]

You going to grind my nerves

till I lose my mind, too?

I'm just reminding

God we're still here.

Brother Pratt.

He knows.

Why hasn't He brought

my Abish back to me?

We will continue

searching for your wife,

but you must also begin

to search inside yourself

for the acceptance

of what may be.

My Abish is alive.

I've seen her.

I held her in my

arms last night.

I looked into her eyes.

[man] Brother Wolsey!

Someone here for you.

[Virgil] Good day, gentlemen.

Saw your camp.

Figured we'd stop by.

We're chasing a bounty. I hoped

you might have a tip to steer us.

A woman and her boy left out

of Bridger about a week ago.

We spotted them

just north of here.

How far off?

Oh, a few miles.

Near Taylor's Draw.

Run!

I'm afraid we haven't

seen her, friend.

That's disappointing. Uh

Not unexpected, I reckon.

Oh.

Yeah.

I remember you.

I saw you getting ready to set

out back at Bridger not long ago.

Wow.

You look to have been

through the gauntlet since.

[James] He survived

an Indian attack.

Just barely, it'd seem.

Well, now, the woman we're after

is the same who joined up

with you back at Bridger

after her guide got

hisself m*rder*d.

She was k*lled with the others.

When was that?

Close to a week.

A week?

Well, then she has

been reinvigorated.

Yeah, we spotted them

not three days ago.

Very much alive. Her, the

boy, and another female.

Another woman?

Was it my wife?

Oh, I couldn't say. I don't

recall your wife's appearance.

Well

She was not found with the dead,

and this woman you're pursuing

survived the same attack,

maybe they are

traveling together.

This pursuit, I wonder if you might allow

brothers Cook and Pratt to accompany you.

No stake in the

bounty, of course.

This woman might have

information regarding his wife.

Did she tell you where she was

trying to get with her boy?

Yes.

Two hundred dollars.

Brothers Pratt, Brother

Cook to join you.

Two hundred dollars.

[scoffs] Well, fine,

we'll make it a party.

Where are we headed?

Crooks Springs.

[Virgil] That's a tough

ride. You certain?

Things we'll do for love.

[sighs]

You find this

woman and this boy,

you make sure they're dead.

Don't know what they saw.

It doesn't matter what they saw.

The risk is too great now.

We gotta close this up, brother.

You understand?

Yes.

I love you.

Go on.

[wind blowing]

Mr. Reed.

Would you please

We need to make the fire bigger.

The children are freezing.

- We

- Can't risk the smoke.

We can risk it, and we

need to do it right now.

We're freezing.

Mr. Reed.

Mr. Reed, please.

Boy, get up. Follow me.

We gotta get rocks.

Smoother the better.

Keep them small.

Smaller.

Can I ask you a question?

- What do those mean?

- What?

[Devin] On your hands.

Is that how many men you k*lled?

No.

Where'd you learn

to fight like that?

Shoshone.

Are you scared to die?

No.

As long as it's the right way.

We're gonna heat these up.

Then bury them.

Then lay on them.

And that should keep you warm.

And then you can

stop complaining.

These are mine. Get your own.

Get enough for your

mother and the girl.

Now.

- Go.

- Yes, sir.

I'll come with you.

[Devin] We gotta get rocks.

The smoother the better.

Not too big.

What is that?

Medicine.

Medicine for what?

Boy's father doesn't

even know you're coming.

You even sure he's

at Crooks Springs?

Yes.

In fact, he's been

very successful.

He has a gold claim

just outside town.

A gold claim?

Yes.

One he never asked you to join.

We were very young when he

left. Devin was just a baby.

I think if he sees

When he sees what a fine

son Devin has become,

he will welcome him.

[Isaac] Hmm.

A mother's hope.

At this point, hope

is all I have left.

If you had a child of your

own you would understand.

Look at the little

flame right there.

Yeah.

[birds chirping]

[woman speaking Shoshone]

[in English] My

locket. It's mine.

I said give me my locket back!

[grunts]

[speaking Shoshone]

[Abish grunts]

[in English] I want my locket!

It doesn't belong to you!

Give it!

[speaking Shoshone]

[Abish panting]

How long has he been limping?

[Sara] I'm not sure. It was

rocky and he stumbled a bit.

He's got a stone

embedded in his hoof.

I want you off the horse.

We'll try the boy, see if

he can carry his weight.

Devin, we're ready to go.

Now!

You and I are trading

horses for a while.

[Devin] Why?

- Because we have to.

- But why?

Devin?

- What is that?

- Nothing.

- Are you hurt?

- No, it's nothing.

- [Sara] What are you doing?

- Stay here.

Two Moons, keep him here. Here.

Let me handle this.

Are you lost?

Hi.

What's your name?

You hurt?

It's okay. We want to help you.

It's okay.

[speaks French]

[Sara in English]

You're safe now.

Papa!

Papa's here. Let's go find Papa.

Okay?

This is not where we need to go.

What? What does that mean?

Whatever you find down there

won't be good for anyone.

What about her?

What about her?

She just said her

family was down there

If her family was down there, they'd

be screaming through the trees.

Isaac, we have to at

least see for ourselves.

Leave her.

No.

[Devin] Who is this?

Does she have a name?

Mama, who is that?

This is our new friend.

[Devin] Is she coming with us?

We're going to help

her find her family.

This is Two Moons.

I think she'll ride

on a horse with me.

- [Devin] Is she coming with us?

- No. Hey.

This is not a good idea.

Let me understand. If you were here

alone, you would just abandon her?

Yes.

I can see what the

medicine's for.

[horse whinnies]

Whoa.

[speaking French]

[in English] We found her.

We found her alone.

[speaking French]

Stay on the horse.

Ma'am.

Ma'am. Is she your daughter?

[speaking French]

[in English] Sir?

This is your daughter?

We thought we had

lost her, and I

No. Well, we found her.

Sara, get on the horse.

- She was alone.

- How can I thank you?

- We just wanted to make sure she was safe.

- [man] No, you must stay.

Madame, we don't have

much. Eat some soup.

- Share with us.

- No.

- It's not necessary. We must be going.

- Some soup. Please

[Devin] Mr. Reed!

Stay where you are.

Hey.

Easy, big boy.

[speaks French]

- [Devin] Mama!

- [old woman laughing]

[in English] Toss

the r*fle down.

Hey, climb down.

Do it or I sh**t the boy.

Stop. Drop the g*n, please.

- sh**t the boy.

- No, no!

[old woman laughing]

r*fle down. Now. Slowly.

Slowly.

Ah.

[speaks French]

[in English] Throw your

p*stol on the ground.

Slow.

Now.

Very good. Climb down

and get on your stomach.

Slow.

Good. Yeah, nice.

Easy. Easy.

Stomach.

On the ground.

- On the ground.

- I'm sorry.

That's good. Slow.

All the way. Kiss the

dirt. All the way.

Ah.

Good.

[cackling]

How does that feel? Hmm?

[speaks Shoshone]

- [in English] Hey, woah!

- [grunts]

[g*nsh*t]

[Devin screams]

Devin!

[Devin] Mama! [sobbing]

[pigs oinking]

You gonna give me half

off them puny ones?

Hogs are hogs, Jim.

Not entirely sure that one in

the corner is not a possum.

Jim.

I want a scale, Winky,

before we close this deal.

Mr. Wild Bill Hickman.

Didn't expect to see

you back so soon.

With a fair share of

the congregation, I see.

Bridger.

And you brung in the big g*ns.

Well, Brother Hickman reported

your conversation to me.

I thought it might be

helpful to stop by myself.

Yeah, hope you didn't go too

far out of your way, Governor.

Shame to waste a ride.

You were conveniently

along my path.

If you're waiting for somebody

to prop the step beneath you,

I'm afraid we don't do

such things out here.

Not even for the women.

Just getting a lay of the land.

Glorious.

Mostly flat.

And of high value.

I'm certain.

This is the place.

I'm limited on space, so a few

rooms gotta double their purpose.

I keep telling my

boy, Cottrell

since we're sharing walls, I

should've been clear enough

to put my office

in a whorehouse.

We don't allow brothels

in Salt Lake City.

Well, I see why you would.

What was the last headcount I heard

on your wives, Governor? Twenty-two?

It's actually twenty, but the

press likes to distort my details.

To inflame those who

wish our people to fall.

You know, a lot of my

wives are elderly women

whom I regard more as

mothers than wives.

That puts a whole

tilted spin on things

I'm not certain even the best

girls here could keep up with.

Word was relayed to me that your earlier

negotiations with Brother Hickman

had unfortunately

become strained.

Your boy, Bill, carries a tone

that I'm not entirely fond of.

Makes it seem as if your people are

ready to take what's not offered.

Oh, I apologize if that's the

impression you took away, Mr. Bridger.

I can assure you that

is not my intent.

What is your intent, Governor?

I want your fort.

Oh, I'm sure you do.

And if the Army gets their hands

on it, it's the end of you Mormons.

What brought you here

to this place, Mr. Bridger?

Mmm

Thirst.

I was on the run from two

grizzlies and a band of Blackfoot

for the better part of a week.

Ran out of water

after my second day.

By the time I lost them all, well, I

wasn't holding a drop left to piss.

That's when I stumbled

upon this spot here.

River flowing all around.

As soon as I drank my fill, I took

it as a sign to finally settle.

I suspect it was thirst that brought

me to these lands as well, Mr. Bridger,

with only $50 in my pocket.

A thirst to draw

myself closer to God.

And here we both sit.

In a dusty storage hold three

doors down from a whorehouse.

Quenched, but each

still wondering,

how's the best way to keep

drinking from that river out back?

I've got some more church business to

attend to over the next three days.

We should continue this

conversation once it's complete.

I'll be here.

For better or worse.

Well, until then,

why don't you come up

with what might be a

fair price of purchase?

A number we can both

be comfortable with.

Yeah.

I've grown mighty

partial to this location.

And I've also grown way

too old and beat down

to find another this

late in the day.

So, I'd imagine a price that

would make me comfortable

is one that would put a real

painful burn up your a*s, Governor.

I've never been afraid

of pain, Mr. Bridger.

As you will.

Good day.

You be careful out there.

I heard marauding's at an

all-time high, Governor.

The Lord is watching over me,

Mr. Bridger. We'll be fine.

Sammy?

I believe we'd better get a

drink while we still f*cking can.

[Sammy] Mmm-hmm.

[girl speaking French]

[in English] Why are you

You have everything of

ours. Just let us go.

Not everything.

Good morning, big boy.

[speaks French]

[in English] Leave him alone.

Let us go!

[Isaac shushing]

The less attention we give, the

more time we have to get loose.

What are they gonna do to us?

[wind howling]

You wanted to talk, Captain?

What do you know about

the Meadows attack?

What I know about

the Meadows attack

is that some of our

people were slaughtered.

Not by Indians.

We had a survivor in our

camp that say different.

Now, he claims it's

the Wolf Clan that did it.

Was that survivor Jacob Pratt?

It was.

I have some questions for Mr. Pratt

about what actually went on that night.

Sorry to disappoint, but

I'm afraid he's gone off

in search of his abducted

wife, Sister Abish.

Well, we heard that whites

were involved in the attack.

And y'all are real white.

So, I'm hoping Mr. Pratt's head clears up

enough that he can offer us some details.

Mmm-hmm.

Well, I'm afraid he's

going the other direction,

unfortunately, but if

you'd like to test it,

they were headed out

towards Cedar Falls.

Now, word is, that's where

the Wolf Clan is hiding out.

And being that Red Feather

m*rder*d all them folks,

figured it was a

good place to start.

And if you were really interested

in protecting your people,

you'd be over there

doing something about it.

But here you are, trying to pick

a fight with me and my troops.

You're not a military

organization, Mr. Wolsey.

You're a Mormon mob.

When I find proof of your

involvement in these attacks,

the United States government will

test your so-called army's resolve.

Good day to you.

Let's go, boys.

[men urging horses]

They could be telling the

truth about Red Feather.

Yeah, send some

scouts to Cedar Falls.

See if they can locate

this Mr. Red Feather.

[indistinct chatter]

And what is your name?

Have we met before?

Hey, big boy.

What is her name?

[speaking French]

[in English] What's

your mama's name?

Untie us.

Money, food, what do you want?

What is your mother's name?

[Sara] Sara.

[Isaac] We'll give

you whatever you want.

What do you want?

You'd do that for us, Sara?

Give us whatever we want?

Yes.

- Mother.

- What do you want?

Tell me what you want.

[Devin] Mother. Mother!

I don't think so.

- Mother!

- [Isaac] Let her go.

[Devin] Mother! Mother! No!

- No!

- [Isaac] Let her go!

- Don't touch him!

- Mother, no!

No!

Let her go!

[man] Get her!

- [Sara] No!

- [cackling]

[speaks French]

[Sara in English] Please!

[Sara screaming] No!

[Sara continues screaming]

[Sara sobbing]

[Sara screaming]

Over the hill? Over

the second hill?

Red Feather.

Let's let the sun

get a little lower.

[arrows whizzing]

- [g*nshots]

- [grunts]

[old woman cackling]

[cackling continues]

[woman speaks indistinctly]

Did he wake up?

No.

[men hooting]

[speaking Shoshone]

- Abish.

- [in English] What's happening?

[speaking Shoshone]

[Jacob] Hosanna to

such days to come ♪

The Savior's second coming ♪

When all the earth

in glorious bloom ♪

Affords the Saints

a holy home ♪

You need to do something

about your Mormon friend.

He's been injured.

He's isn't well.

Well, neither am I at this rate.

For Christ's sake, he's

been singing that same sh*t

without a breath

since joining up.

And worship ♪

Enough of that, God damn it!

I'm just letting Abish

know I'm on my way to her.

That's thoughtful of you, but

for Christ's sakes, Pratt,

take some mercy

on the rest of us.

They don't have an ear for hymns

is all. I liked it, Mr. Pratt.

If the Wolf Clan has her, she ain't

ever hearing nothing ever again, no way.

He don't need to be told that.

[Tilly] I'm just saying.

I heard of Red Feather raping and

torturing white women for days.

Over and over and over like

that f*cking song of his.

Now, that you shut up, Pratt,

probably hear your

pretty wife screaming.

[imitates wolf howling]

[speaking French]

Mama. Mama.

[shushing]

My head hurts.

I want you to think about

getting your hands loose.

I don't know if I can.

What'd you like to do back home

before you came out here?

You like to fish?

- [Devin] Haven't really done it.

- No?

Why?

Wasn't anywhere to do

it around our house.

[indistinct chatter]

I promise you we're

going to get out of this.

And I'm going to teach you how to fish,

but you've gotta promise me one thing.

That you stay strong.

Like your mother.

Mama! Mama!

- Leave her alone!

- Hey!

Put your mind somewhere else.

Oliver Twist.

Mama! Let her go!

Mother! Get off of her!

[grunting]

"Oliver Twist's ninth birthday

found him a pale, thin child

- somewhat diminutive in stature."

- [grunts]

"Oliver Twist's ninth birthday

found him a pale, thin child,

somewhat diminutive in stature."

"Oliver Twist's ninth birthday

found him a pale thin child,

somewhat diminutive in stature."

Stupid sl*t!

[speaking French]

[g*n clicks]

[old woman sobbing]

- I just wanted to tell you

- No.

I appreciate the thought,

Mr. Reed, but I don't require pity.

That would make me as weak

as those men thought I was.

And we saw what

happened to them.

It was my fault. We shouldn't have

tried to help that girl. I was wrong.

You know, everything I'm doing

and everything I've done,

it's been to protect him.

And today, I just forgot.

I forgot. I forgot the

only thing that mattered.

[sobbing]

- [Sara continues sobbing]

- [shushing]

[shushing]

[men hooting]

[boy speaking Shoshone]

[in Shoshone] Your face

is painted for w*r.

Forever.

Look around.

I see no w*r here.

[Red Feather] Because

you choose to be blind.

And you will die blind.

What do you want

here, Red Feather?

A place to stay

for a short time.

Because you are hunted.

So now your enemies

will hunt us too.

My enemies are your enemies.

Your enemies are

every face you see

and too many for us.

I will bring no w*r onto my son.

[in English] Captain. Turner's

back. He's in the infirmary.

Alone?

He said all the men he

was riding with are dead.

You know what happened?

Wolf Clan. Most

likely Red Feather.

[Turner groans in pain]

- sh*t.

- [Turner] Get it out!

[grunting]

[muffled scream]

What happened?

What happened?

Wolf Clan. They was on

us before we knew it.

Saw a bunch go by later.

Who'd you see? Who'd you see?

Red Feather. Among them.

What direction was he headed?

Southwest. Towards

the low hills.

Okay, good. You did good.

Take care of him, Doc.

Winter Bird's

camp's up that way.

I want you to take some

scouts to the Shoshone camp.

You see if Red Feather's there. All right?

And you stay hid. Don't let him see you.

Yes, sir.

[Edmund] The more time I spend here

trying to make sense of this place,

the more I lose

myself within it.

I feel myself slipping further and further

away from anything I can understand.

Peace and innocence are losing

a battle to hatred and fear.

Peace is now the

great shrinking minority.

So very few in this

land possess compassion.

And basic tenderness

has hardened

and is now, and I fear,

forever, greatly diminished.

I am overcome at this time

by deep pain from a tremendous

and always present lack of love.

So few left in these

lands know of grace.

There is only brutality here.

[Tilly] You fiddle with that cloth like

Lucas does his little f*cking pecker.

[Frank] He said it

belonged to his wife.

Oh, sh*t. That right?

Pratt, maybe you let me

clutch it a bit? Huh?

Use my imagination.

Don't mind him, Mr. Pratt. He's

never had nobody to care for.

What's that?

You're a loveless man.

Tilly.

What are you gonna do about it?

Huh?

- Tilly. None of that.

- What're you do about it?

f*cking p*ssy.

Let's get loaded up.

[watch ticking]

[Virgil] You ain't

calling the shots, Mormon.

[Frank] It's past time

we get on the trail.

[Virgil] It's past time,

but it ain't your trail.

Never find this woman,

we don't get moving.

Tilly.

Let's go.

We'll find her.

You're a good man, Pratt.