1923 (2022–…): Season 1, Episode 2 - Episode #1.2 - full transcript
- Spencer!
- I'm here!
- Spencer!
Just breathe, breathe
with me. Come on.
Come on, breathe.
- I'll send for a doctor.
- No need.
- Anyone got a cigarette?
I'm gonna need a light.
Any of you a doctor?
- I am.
- Get your bag.
- You need to
clean those wounds.
- One step ahead of you.
Tell these people to
go back to their tents.
- Return to your
quarters, please.
All is safe.
- It was a leopardess.
I've never seen a
female hunt a man.
- How's the husband holding up?
- How do you think?
- I can't say I'm familiar
with treating a leopard attack.
- They got a bunch of
shit in their claws.
If we don't clean it good, I'll
have gangrene within a week.
- I have iodine and bromine.
That should kill
just about anything.
I'll need to get it
deep into the wound.
You should go to the
hospital in Nairobi.
They will need to clean and
dress these wounds again.
I must take him home.
- Linda needs to
take Kagiso home.
- I'll get them on the train.
- Much appreciated.
They will send you by train.
- Any wounds on your back?
- No, I took him head on.
- Wish I had something
for the pain.
- That's what the whiskey's for.
- Fair enough.
- My God, man...
The closest I've been to
a leopard is twenty feet.
And I couldn't sleep
for a week after.
What was it like?
Fighting the thing with your
bare hands, what was that like?
- You didn't say you were sorry.
- Sorry?
- About my friend.
- Which friend?
- The one who died for you.
- I'm sending him on the train.
- But you didn't say
that you were sorry.
They were a breeding
pair, Holland.
Breeding pairs hunt together,
but you only showed
us one set of tracks.
You knew.
- I didn't know.
- You knew.
If I'd known I would
have never split us up.
I would have kept us together.
Now say you're sorry.
- I'm sorry for your loss.
- I didn't lose anything.
- I'm sorry for his loss.
- I'm sorry for his family's
loss, I'm sorry for his wife.
- For his children.
- Yes, his children. I'm
sorry for his children.
I'm sorry.
- Say it again.
- Sorry. I'm sorry.
I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
- I'm sorry too.
The only reason I'm not
killing you right now
is because I need a ride
to Nairobi in the morning.
- Jake.
Something's up there
and these cattle don't
wanna go anywhere near it.
Quiet. Listen. Listen.
That's a gunshot.
- Goddammit.
- That's a gunshot.
- Ya!
Hey, hey cow. Hey cow.
- Zane! Forget the herd,
get on top! On top!
- Hey, I'm unarmed.
I'm unarmed.
- Zane!
- Whoa, whoa!
- You son of a bitch.
You come on my land with
your prairie maggots!
Shoot at my kin!
- God!
I shot at no one.
I don't know who shot.
I thought the boy shot at us!
- Zane!
- Which one shot at you?
- They was all shooting at me!
- I'll hunt us up some trees.
- You're gonna hang us? Ey?
Hang me?
It's the fucking 20th century,
and you're gonna hang us?
For keeping my
sheep from starving.
Cattle don't graze up here.
Nothing grazes up here!
Go ahead, hang us.
Fucking hang us.
And see how long it takes
the state of Montana
to fucking hang you!
- What did I tell you I'd do
if I found your sheep
grazing another man's land?
Zane!
Take eight cowboys and
round up these sheep.
Start pushing them
towards the Rez.
- Yes, sir. Let's do it, boys.
- They're starving on the rez.
Starving...
We'll fix that.
You owe my nephew a horse.
- We taking these boys to town?
- I've got something
else in mind.
American women
must maintain the house.
A slovenly-kept home
breeds apathy in children
as well as disease,
not to mention the wrath of
the husband who built the home.
He made it, you clean it.
Line yourselves against
the wall facing me.
When I say, you will sweep
to the edge in my direction.
Now sweep.
Did I say sweep it off the edge?
Now you have a
mess on the steps.
Sweep it to the edge
then grab a dust pan
and sweep it off the
edge into the pan.
Then take it to the
field and dump it.
Again.
Place your wet linen on the
board and stretch it out.
Grab the bar of soap
and run the bar of soap
over the linen until it suds.
And now run the
linen over the board
and one-two-three-four,
dunk in the water, turn it over,
stretch it out.
Grab the bar of soap and
run it over the linen
one, two, three, four.
Lord
Jesus, be our guest.
Lord Jesus, be our guest.
- We ask you to bless this food.
We ask you to
bless this food.
That it may
nourish us and sustain us.
That it may nourish
us and sustain us.
I'd rather be hit...
than eat this.
- I warned you, Banner.
Now you attack my family.
It's gonna be the last
thing you ever do.
- Ya!
- Ya!
- Whoa. Whoa.
- What do we do?
- You stay real fucking still.
Try to work your hands free.
- Perhaps the hot
box will teach you
the piety Sister Mary
failed to impart upon you.
If you speak that filth
in my school again...
I will bury you alive.
And the world will
be done with you.
- With everything
grazed off here
we're going to have
to keep heading south.
- We're gonna be on top of
the park before you know it.
And every time a cow balks
that's gonna be a dinner bell
for the wolves and bears.
- We're gonna have to prowl
through 'em all summer.
- We ain't getting that
a wagon up any higher.
How we gonna keep
these boys fed?
- We'll pack a camp up on mules.
Tough it out on elk meat.
- It's gonna be real
hard on these boys.
- Hell, that's how
we used to do it.
We never left the herd.
Weren't no bunkhouse.
It took me ten years to
sleep six months indoors.
"Easy" wasn't in
the job description.
- You think any of 'em made it?
- Depends on the
loyalty of their horse.
You give a man enough time,
he'll figure his
way out of anything.
I figure a few'll make it.
I hope a few do.
- Why?
Someday, you're
gonna run this place,
and for your son to
someday run it too,
you got to understand what
this ranch's greatest enemy is.
It's not wolves, or drought
or blizzards or Texas Fever.
It's other men.
Man will choose to
take what you've built
rather than try and
build it for himself.
Every civilization in this world
is built on top of the
one they conquered.
You go to Rome or
Jerusalem or Paris, France
and it's cities
stacked on top of towns
stacked on top of villages
on top of one man's house
built on top of one man's cave.
Wish it wasn't so, but it is.
Your enemies have got
to be so terrified
that their fear is
greater than their greed.
I gave those men a chance
'cause I wanted them to
tell the world what happened
when they crossed me.
Let's get some sleep, boys.
There ain't no telling what
tomorrow's gonna throw at us.
"Man will always
seek to take from others
that which he could
make for himself."
Those are the words that
have governed this family.
Or perhaps, it is our refusal
to surrender that governs us.
- What is it?
- Dogs were barking
at something.
Is Elizabeth asleep?
- She's upstairs singing
"All the Ways He Loves Me".
You can hear her feet
waltzing across the floor,
practicing for her reception.
Oh, to
be nineteen again.
- You'd think
growing up on a ranch
would've leathered
that one a bit.
- She grew up in Boston,
summered out here like
it was a lodge in the park.
Splashing in the rivers,
racing her horse across fields.
The only thing her hands have
touched with purpose is a piano.
- I'm sure my son will remedy
that, if he hasn't already.
- Emma.
- I'm sorry.
- I know you see it.
- I see it.
I just wasn't going
to mention it.
I don't know where the
recklessness in him comes from.
Not from me.
And John is the most
deliberate man I've ever met.
I was hoping his wife
would take some of
the fire out of the
next generation.
- It seems your son is
marrying gasoline, my dear.
And the fire will
only get bigger.
- My luck.
- I wish we had two houses.
- Two?
- A smaller one for
when they're gone.
This one feels empty.
- That's why I'm
sitting out here.
Oh...
Come here.
Whoa, boy. Come here.
Attaboy.
Come on. Attaboy.
Ah...
Whoa, whoa, boy. Whoa, boy.
Whoa. Whoa, boy.
Agh!
- I'm here to see
the super-tendent.
- Do you have an appointment?
Have a seat.
Do you have an appoinment?
How long have you been waiting?
Two days.
- That's right, bring them up.
- We don't want your sheep here.
- Ain't my sheep.
They're your sheep.
- Our sheep?
- They're your sheep now.
- We don't want sheep.
With the sheep the
grass goes away
and the wolves come.
- I'm no fan of 'em either,
but they cook pretty good.
I'm with The Yellowstone.
- Mm.
You are the Dutton.
- Work for him.
Found these sheep
in the mountains.
Mr. Dutton said to
bring 'em to you.
- To do what?
- Whatever you want.
Keep 'em. Sell 'em. Eat 'em.
You can make clothes
from the wool.
They're a gift.
Ground seems as bare here
as it is on our place.
Figured you could use 'em.
- We can use them.
- Got some pens to hold 'em up?
- We have pens.
- Need help getting them there?
- No. We don't need help.
Hey.
You tell Dutton...
"Thank you."
- I'll tell him.
- Come on, boys.
- There's a spring feeding
into a lake over this rise.
Might be a good
place to hold them.
- Hold 'em up and
let 'em spread out.
Pick three to stay
with the herd.
- Hold them here.
Hold 'em up. Ya!
- Get the hell
out of here, boys!
- We're goin' home now!
- This is not the place to nap.
Mr. Worth will see you now.
- Come in.
Have a seat.
What can I do for you?
- My granddaughter is in a
government boarding school
in the Dakota.
- It's North Dakota.
No such thing as "The Dakota."
- The Baptists have day
schools on the reservation.
One is only a quarter
mile from my house.
- This is your
granddaughter, you say?
- My granddaughter.
- For an Indian child
to attend a day school,
the school must be
within two miles
of the child's
primary residence.
- That is with me.
She lived with me
before they took her.
- Where are her parents?
- Her mother is no more.
Her father works the
reservation herd.
- Mother's dead and
father abandoned her?
- Not abandoned. Working.
- But not at her home.
That's abandoned.
The law states for an
Indian child to attend
a day school they must live
with their immediate family
in their primary residence.
- I am her family.
Do you have a death
certificate on the mother?
Hm. The flu.
- The Spanish one.
- Is there any other?
This does not change the law.
Just because her
mother is deceased,
does not mean you
take her place.
That's not how law works.
If you wish to be
her immediate family,
you must legally adopt her.
- How do I do that?
- You must go before a
judge, and request it.
But...
There is no judge.
You are the judge.
- There is a Magistrate
in Crow Agency. Go there.
- Come now child.
Work the soap through your hair.
Come, come.
Don't worry, child.
I'll wash you.
- I'd say she's
clean enough, Sister.
- I'll fetch her towel.
- I'llfetch her towel.
Thank you, sister.
That will be all.
Can you speak?
- I can speak.
- Can you raise your arm?
- You batter my face
with no provocation,
but sit idly by as Sister Alice
runs her filthy
hands across you.
Perhaps I shouldn't
have interrupted.
Your fever will empty the
ice house all by itself.
You think I am your
adversary, but I am not.
I am your salvation, Teonna.
I am the bridge from the extinct
civilization of your people
to the thriving society tasked
with taming this godless place.
I offer all the skills
required for a young woman
to thrive as mother and wife.
How to farm, how to cook,
how to clean, how to read,
arithmetics, science, and most
important of all, scripture.
I offer all the skills you
need to live a bountiful life.
And you refuse them, attack
me for teaching them.
Look at me, girl.
I have sworn to kill the Indian
in you, and will keep my word.
If you ever lay a
hand on me again,
I'll kill the rest of you.
- Hey, let's go.
- My friends are too intimidated
to ask, so they sent me.
- Ask what?
- American.
- I'll never understand
why you British are always
so shocked to find an
American anywhere but America.
- Because it's so far.
Look how far you've traveled.
- Look how far you've traveled.
I'm not shocked to meet you.
- You're rude.
- Us Americans are renowned
for our lack of manners.
- Hm. True.
Do you drink Champagne?
- When I'm celebrating.
- And whiskey when you're down.
- Whiskey when I'm down.
- Here's to something
worth celebrating.
May it find you soon, sir.
Huzzah.
I like your style, sir.
- What is this question
you've been sent to ask me?
- I don't have to ask it,
now. I know the answer.
You're a hunter.
Which reserve?
- I don't guide hunters, I
work for the Protectorate.
- I can't understand
anything you're saying.
- You're Spencer Dutton,
the American war hero
who hunts the man-eaters.
You killed the-man
eater of the Kalahari,
the man-eater of Sabi and
the man-eaters of Tsavo.
- I was five when they killed
the man-eater of Tsavo.
- You'll never
convince her that.
- And you just killed
the man-eating leopards
of Mount Suswa.
- You're famous, in
case you were unaware.
- I was unaware.
- Well, you are...
It's said you killed one
with your bare hands.
- You believe
everything you hear?
- Only when I want
it to be true.
- Why would you want
that to be true?
- For the romance of it.
- There's no romance in it.
- Then why do you do it?
- Because dying is the most
alive you'll ever feel.
You don't
see the romance in that?
- And that's quite enough.
She's engaged, sir.
Good day to you.
Come along, now.
Terrible about Kagiso.
He was our best guide.
- Yes, he was.
- How long for those
wounds to heal?
- Doctor says a couple weeks.
- I need you in Tanganyika.
- I don't have any guides.
- There's guides in Tanganyika.
- Leopard or lion?
- Hyena.
- Spotted?
- Mm.
You don't have anyone at
the camp who can handle it?
- Oh, it's not near a camp.
It's hitting the
engineers on the railroad.
I'd rather not wait two
weeks for you to get there.
Can you hold a rifle
to that shoulder?
- Yeah, I can hold a rifle.
How is the road to Tanganyika?
- You'll not confuse it
for a street in London.
I've settled your
tab at the bar.
- I'm not done yet.
- Oh, I have factored
in the future.
There will be a car ready
for you in the morning.
- Allow me to raise a glass to
this most unique of locations
for the presentation
of an engagement,
but when you consider the bride,
perhaps the company of
lions makes perfect sense.
After all, she has their
spirit, and their mane.
- Cheers.
- Hear, hear.
- Oh, dear.
- If you'd excuse me.
- Of course.
- Thank you.
Feeding time.
Alexandra.
- I have been placed on a
train with a destination
not of my choosing and I
have no means of stopping it.
- He's kind, Alex.
That's more than I
can say for most.
Who did kindness
sweep from their feet?
I'm a real estate
transaction, Jennifer.
That's all this is.
- Oh, Alex.
All men are the
same after thirty:
their hair line retreats and
their bellies march forward.
- The time will come when kindness
is the only thing that matters.
- Then I pray a
kind one finds you.
Or have mine.
- What terrible
children you'll raise.
Let's go back.
- You go.
I'll be along.
- You're just like
the wildlife here.
Migrating from watering
hole to watering hole.
I'd be easy to ambush.
- I suppose I'll
see you at the bar
in the breakfast
hall in the morning.
- I'll be gone in the morning.
- Where does the next
adventure take you?
- East.
Where's it take you?
- I'm afraid all my
adventures are over.
- That's a shame.
- I agree.
Perhaps you'd whisk
me away on yours.
- You wouldn't like mine.
- Don't bet on it.
Alexandra.
- I see what you mean.
- Good morning.
Little early to call it good.
- She's going to run
that skinny boy ragged.
- I hear the road
to Serengeti is bad.
- Definitely.
You will find it
most unpleasant.
- Alexandra?
- Stop the car.
- Got room for another?
- No, not really.
- My knight in shining armor.
- Alexandra?
- Please drive.
Look at me.
If you don't want me
to come, I'll get out.
- Where I'm going is dangerous.
- Let's look death in
the eye then, shall we?
Find someone who loves you.
- I'm here!
- Spencer!
Just breathe, breathe
with me. Come on.
Come on, breathe.
- I'll send for a doctor.
- No need.
- Anyone got a cigarette?
I'm gonna need a light.
Any of you a doctor?
- I am.
- Get your bag.
- You need to
clean those wounds.
- One step ahead of you.
Tell these people to
go back to their tents.
- Return to your
quarters, please.
All is safe.
- It was a leopardess.
I've never seen a
female hunt a man.
- How's the husband holding up?
- How do you think?
- I can't say I'm familiar
with treating a leopard attack.
- They got a bunch of
shit in their claws.
If we don't clean it good, I'll
have gangrene within a week.
- I have iodine and bromine.
That should kill
just about anything.
I'll need to get it
deep into the wound.
You should go to the
hospital in Nairobi.
They will need to clean and
dress these wounds again.
I must take him home.
- Linda needs to
take Kagiso home.
- I'll get them on the train.
- Much appreciated.
They will send you by train.
- Any wounds on your back?
- No, I took him head on.
- Wish I had something
for the pain.
- That's what the whiskey's for.
- Fair enough.
- My God, man...
The closest I've been to
a leopard is twenty feet.
And I couldn't sleep
for a week after.
What was it like?
Fighting the thing with your
bare hands, what was that like?
- You didn't say you were sorry.
- Sorry?
- About my friend.
- Which friend?
- The one who died for you.
- I'm sending him on the train.
- But you didn't say
that you were sorry.
They were a breeding
pair, Holland.
Breeding pairs hunt together,
but you only showed
us one set of tracks.
You knew.
- I didn't know.
- You knew.
If I'd known I would
have never split us up.
I would have kept us together.
Now say you're sorry.
- I'm sorry for your loss.
- I didn't lose anything.
- I'm sorry for his loss.
- I'm sorry for his family's
loss, I'm sorry for his wife.
- For his children.
- Yes, his children. I'm
sorry for his children.
I'm sorry.
- Say it again.
- Sorry. I'm sorry.
I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
- I'm sorry too.
The only reason I'm not
killing you right now
is because I need a ride
to Nairobi in the morning.
- Jake.
Something's up there
and these cattle don't
wanna go anywhere near it.
Quiet. Listen. Listen.
That's a gunshot.
- Goddammit.
- That's a gunshot.
- Ya!
Hey, hey cow. Hey cow.
- Zane! Forget the herd,
get on top! On top!
- Hey, I'm unarmed.
I'm unarmed.
- Zane!
- Whoa, whoa!
- You son of a bitch.
You come on my land with
your prairie maggots!
Shoot at my kin!
- God!
I shot at no one.
I don't know who shot.
I thought the boy shot at us!
- Zane!
- Which one shot at you?
- They was all shooting at me!
- I'll hunt us up some trees.
- You're gonna hang us? Ey?
Hang me?
It's the fucking 20th century,
and you're gonna hang us?
For keeping my
sheep from starving.
Cattle don't graze up here.
Nothing grazes up here!
Go ahead, hang us.
Fucking hang us.
And see how long it takes
the state of Montana
to fucking hang you!
- What did I tell you I'd do
if I found your sheep
grazing another man's land?
Zane!
Take eight cowboys and
round up these sheep.
Start pushing them
towards the Rez.
- Yes, sir. Let's do it, boys.
- They're starving on the rez.
Starving...
We'll fix that.
You owe my nephew a horse.
- We taking these boys to town?
- I've got something
else in mind.
American women
must maintain the house.
A slovenly-kept home
breeds apathy in children
as well as disease,
not to mention the wrath of
the husband who built the home.
He made it, you clean it.
Line yourselves against
the wall facing me.
When I say, you will sweep
to the edge in my direction.
Now sweep.
Did I say sweep it off the edge?
Now you have a
mess on the steps.
Sweep it to the edge
then grab a dust pan
and sweep it off the
edge into the pan.
Then take it to the
field and dump it.
Again.
Place your wet linen on the
board and stretch it out.
Grab the bar of soap
and run the bar of soap
over the linen until it suds.
And now run the
linen over the board
and one-two-three-four,
dunk in the water, turn it over,
stretch it out.
Grab the bar of soap and
run it over the linen
one, two, three, four.
Lord
Jesus, be our guest.
Lord Jesus, be our guest.
- We ask you to bless this food.
We ask you to
bless this food.
That it may
nourish us and sustain us.
That it may nourish
us and sustain us.
I'd rather be hit...
than eat this.
- I warned you, Banner.
Now you attack my family.
It's gonna be the last
thing you ever do.
- Ya!
- Ya!
- Whoa. Whoa.
- What do we do?
- You stay real fucking still.
Try to work your hands free.
- Perhaps the hot
box will teach you
the piety Sister Mary
failed to impart upon you.
If you speak that filth
in my school again...
I will bury you alive.
And the world will
be done with you.
- With everything
grazed off here
we're going to have
to keep heading south.
- We're gonna be on top of
the park before you know it.
And every time a cow balks
that's gonna be a dinner bell
for the wolves and bears.
- We're gonna have to prowl
through 'em all summer.
- We ain't getting that
a wagon up any higher.
How we gonna keep
these boys fed?
- We'll pack a camp up on mules.
Tough it out on elk meat.
- It's gonna be real
hard on these boys.
- Hell, that's how
we used to do it.
We never left the herd.
Weren't no bunkhouse.
It took me ten years to
sleep six months indoors.
"Easy" wasn't in
the job description.
- You think any of 'em made it?
- Depends on the
loyalty of their horse.
You give a man enough time,
he'll figure his
way out of anything.
I figure a few'll make it.
I hope a few do.
- Why?
Someday, you're
gonna run this place,
and for your son to
someday run it too,
you got to understand what
this ranch's greatest enemy is.
It's not wolves, or drought
or blizzards or Texas Fever.
It's other men.
Man will choose to
take what you've built
rather than try and
build it for himself.
Every civilization in this world
is built on top of the
one they conquered.
You go to Rome or
Jerusalem or Paris, France
and it's cities
stacked on top of towns
stacked on top of villages
on top of one man's house
built on top of one man's cave.
Wish it wasn't so, but it is.
Your enemies have got
to be so terrified
that their fear is
greater than their greed.
I gave those men a chance
'cause I wanted them to
tell the world what happened
when they crossed me.
Let's get some sleep, boys.
There ain't no telling what
tomorrow's gonna throw at us.
"Man will always
seek to take from others
that which he could
make for himself."
Those are the words that
have governed this family.
Or perhaps, it is our refusal
to surrender that governs us.
- What is it?
- Dogs were barking
at something.
Is Elizabeth asleep?
- She's upstairs singing
"All the Ways He Loves Me".
You can hear her feet
waltzing across the floor,
practicing for her reception.
Oh, to
be nineteen again.
- You'd think
growing up on a ranch
would've leathered
that one a bit.
- She grew up in Boston,
summered out here like
it was a lodge in the park.
Splashing in the rivers,
racing her horse across fields.
The only thing her hands have
touched with purpose is a piano.
- I'm sure my son will remedy
that, if he hasn't already.
- Emma.
- I'm sorry.
- I know you see it.
- I see it.
I just wasn't going
to mention it.
I don't know where the
recklessness in him comes from.
Not from me.
And John is the most
deliberate man I've ever met.
I was hoping his wife
would take some of
the fire out of the
next generation.
- It seems your son is
marrying gasoline, my dear.
And the fire will
only get bigger.
- My luck.
- I wish we had two houses.
- Two?
- A smaller one for
when they're gone.
This one feels empty.
- That's why I'm
sitting out here.
Oh...
Come here.
Whoa, boy. Come here.
Attaboy.
Come on. Attaboy.
Ah...
Whoa, whoa, boy. Whoa, boy.
Whoa. Whoa, boy.
Agh!
- I'm here to see
the super-tendent.
- Do you have an appointment?
Have a seat.
Do you have an appoinment?
How long have you been waiting?
Two days.
- That's right, bring them up.
- We don't want your sheep here.
- Ain't my sheep.
They're your sheep.
- Our sheep?
- They're your sheep now.
- We don't want sheep.
With the sheep the
grass goes away
and the wolves come.
- I'm no fan of 'em either,
but they cook pretty good.
I'm with The Yellowstone.
- Mm.
You are the Dutton.
- Work for him.
Found these sheep
in the mountains.
Mr. Dutton said to
bring 'em to you.
- To do what?
- Whatever you want.
Keep 'em. Sell 'em. Eat 'em.
You can make clothes
from the wool.
They're a gift.
Ground seems as bare here
as it is on our place.
Figured you could use 'em.
- We can use them.
- Got some pens to hold 'em up?
- We have pens.
- Need help getting them there?
- No. We don't need help.
Hey.
You tell Dutton...
"Thank you."
- I'll tell him.
- Come on, boys.
- There's a spring feeding
into a lake over this rise.
Might be a good
place to hold them.
- Hold 'em up and
let 'em spread out.
Pick three to stay
with the herd.
- Hold them here.
Hold 'em up. Ya!
- Get the hell
out of here, boys!
- We're goin' home now!
- This is not the place to nap.
Mr. Worth will see you now.
- Come in.
Have a seat.
What can I do for you?
- My granddaughter is in a
government boarding school
in the Dakota.
- It's North Dakota.
No such thing as "The Dakota."
- The Baptists have day
schools on the reservation.
One is only a quarter
mile from my house.
- This is your
granddaughter, you say?
- My granddaughter.
- For an Indian child
to attend a day school,
the school must be
within two miles
of the child's
primary residence.
- That is with me.
She lived with me
before they took her.
- Where are her parents?
- Her mother is no more.
Her father works the
reservation herd.
- Mother's dead and
father abandoned her?
- Not abandoned. Working.
- But not at her home.
That's abandoned.
The law states for an
Indian child to attend
a day school they must live
with their immediate family
in their primary residence.
- I am her family.
Do you have a death
certificate on the mother?
Hm. The flu.
- The Spanish one.
- Is there any other?
This does not change the law.
Just because her
mother is deceased,
does not mean you
take her place.
That's not how law works.
If you wish to be
her immediate family,
you must legally adopt her.
- How do I do that?
- You must go before a
judge, and request it.
But...
There is no judge.
You are the judge.
- There is a Magistrate
in Crow Agency. Go there.
- Come now child.
Work the soap through your hair.
Come, come.
Don't worry, child.
I'll wash you.
- I'd say she's
clean enough, Sister.
- I'll fetch her towel.
- I'llfetch her towel.
Thank you, sister.
That will be all.
Can you speak?
- I can speak.
- Can you raise your arm?
- You batter my face
with no provocation,
but sit idly by as Sister Alice
runs her filthy
hands across you.
Perhaps I shouldn't
have interrupted.
Your fever will empty the
ice house all by itself.
You think I am your
adversary, but I am not.
I am your salvation, Teonna.
I am the bridge from the extinct
civilization of your people
to the thriving society tasked
with taming this godless place.
I offer all the skills
required for a young woman
to thrive as mother and wife.
How to farm, how to cook,
how to clean, how to read,
arithmetics, science, and most
important of all, scripture.
I offer all the skills you
need to live a bountiful life.
And you refuse them, attack
me for teaching them.
Look at me, girl.
I have sworn to kill the Indian
in you, and will keep my word.
If you ever lay a
hand on me again,
I'll kill the rest of you.
- Hey, let's go.
- My friends are too intimidated
to ask, so they sent me.
- Ask what?
- American.
- I'll never understand
why you British are always
so shocked to find an
American anywhere but America.
- Because it's so far.
Look how far you've traveled.
- Look how far you've traveled.
I'm not shocked to meet you.
- You're rude.
- Us Americans are renowned
for our lack of manners.
- Hm. True.
Do you drink Champagne?
- When I'm celebrating.
- And whiskey when you're down.
- Whiskey when I'm down.
- Here's to something
worth celebrating.
May it find you soon, sir.
Huzzah.
I like your style, sir.
- What is this question
you've been sent to ask me?
- I don't have to ask it,
now. I know the answer.
You're a hunter.
Which reserve?
- I don't guide hunters, I
work for the Protectorate.
- I can't understand
anything you're saying.
- You're Spencer Dutton,
the American war hero
who hunts the man-eaters.
You killed the-man
eater of the Kalahari,
the man-eater of Sabi and
the man-eaters of Tsavo.
- I was five when they killed
the man-eater of Tsavo.
- You'll never
convince her that.
- And you just killed
the man-eating leopards
of Mount Suswa.
- You're famous, in
case you were unaware.
- I was unaware.
- Well, you are...
It's said you killed one
with your bare hands.
- You believe
everything you hear?
- Only when I want
it to be true.
- Why would you want
that to be true?
- For the romance of it.
- There's no romance in it.
- Then why do you do it?
- Because dying is the most
alive you'll ever feel.
You don't
see the romance in that?
- And that's quite enough.
She's engaged, sir.
Good day to you.
Come along, now.
Terrible about Kagiso.
He was our best guide.
- Yes, he was.
- How long for those
wounds to heal?
- Doctor says a couple weeks.
- I need you in Tanganyika.
- I don't have any guides.
- There's guides in Tanganyika.
- Leopard or lion?
- Hyena.
- Spotted?
- Mm.
You don't have anyone at
the camp who can handle it?
- Oh, it's not near a camp.
It's hitting the
engineers on the railroad.
I'd rather not wait two
weeks for you to get there.
Can you hold a rifle
to that shoulder?
- Yeah, I can hold a rifle.
How is the road to Tanganyika?
- You'll not confuse it
for a street in London.
I've settled your
tab at the bar.
- I'm not done yet.
- Oh, I have factored
in the future.
There will be a car ready
for you in the morning.
- Allow me to raise a glass to
this most unique of locations
for the presentation
of an engagement,
but when you consider the bride,
perhaps the company of
lions makes perfect sense.
After all, she has their
spirit, and their mane.
- Cheers.
- Hear, hear.
- Oh, dear.
- If you'd excuse me.
- Of course.
- Thank you.
Feeding time.
Alexandra.
- I have been placed on a
train with a destination
not of my choosing and I
have no means of stopping it.
- He's kind, Alex.
That's more than I
can say for most.
Who did kindness
sweep from their feet?
I'm a real estate
transaction, Jennifer.
That's all this is.
- Oh, Alex.
All men are the
same after thirty:
their hair line retreats and
their bellies march forward.
- The time will come when kindness
is the only thing that matters.
- Then I pray a
kind one finds you.
Or have mine.
- What terrible
children you'll raise.
Let's go back.
- You go.
I'll be along.
- You're just like
the wildlife here.
Migrating from watering
hole to watering hole.
I'd be easy to ambush.
- I suppose I'll
see you at the bar
in the breakfast
hall in the morning.
- I'll be gone in the morning.
- Where does the next
adventure take you?
- East.
Where's it take you?
- I'm afraid all my
adventures are over.
- That's a shame.
- I agree.
Perhaps you'd whisk
me away on yours.
- You wouldn't like mine.
- Don't bet on it.
Alexandra.
- I see what you mean.
- Good morning.
Little early to call it good.
- She's going to run
that skinny boy ragged.
- I hear the road
to Serengeti is bad.
- Definitely.
You will find it
most unpleasant.
- Alexandra?
- Stop the car.
- Got room for another?
- No, not really.
- My knight in shining armor.
- Alexandra?
- Please drive.
Look at me.
If you don't want me
to come, I'll get out.
- Where I'm going is dangerous.
- Let's look death in
the eye then, shall we?
Find someone who loves you.