The Son (2017–2019): Season 1, Episode 8 - Honey Hunt - full transcript

I didn't mean
for that to happen.

That's not
why I came over.

I didn't think that.

I need to go.

No, hey.

Stay.

I have no business being here,
Peter.

You're married.

Sally and I are over.

There's nothing left
between us.

I've heard this
kind of talk before.



I mean it.
Th-- This is different.

I promise.

Stay.

Here?
In your house?

I gave the help
the day off.

I'm not sneaking around
like we used to.

I'm just
too old for it.

Just have dinner
with me.

Let me explain.
Explain what?

Anything.
Anything you need explained.

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So, I told him,

"Amigo, if you want me
to put my finger there,

you'll need to put a ring on it
first."

Kelly: What'd
he say to that?

He turned bright red
and offered to pay me double.

Oh!
Well done, my girl.

So, did you
take the money?

Oh, what do you think?
Call and raise.

Belle: Good afternoon,
my soiled doves.

Afternoon, Mama.

Anybody feel
like a bit of travel?

Kelly: Mm.
No more Aggie parties.

Them college boys
wouldn't know gratuity

if it bit them
on the pecker.

No, this is
a high-born affair --

one of Thaddeus Kilborne's
Honey Hunts.

Wall-to-wall ranchers
and oil men,

Patillo Higgins,
the Chapmans, Bill Sterling.

And rumor has it that
Colonel Eli McCullough, himself,

is gonna put in
an appearance.

Well, la-di-da.

Belle: Kilborne put the word out
to al the boarding houses.

Anybody interested?

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I'll go.

Lena's in.
Anybody else?

Oh, no, thank you.

Last time I got my ass
bit by chiggers.

Anybody?

Oh, come on, gals.

You might catch yourself
a rich husband.

Or he might catch Lena's
social blisters.

He'd be a lucky fella
if that's all he gets.

There you go, Miguel.
You know what to do.

Thank you.

Finn!

Good to see ya, boy!
Oh, glad you could make it.

Oh, wouldn't miss it.
It's quite a setup here.

Well, it is that.

Kilborne's daddy was
a property speculator.

Made all his money
selling bad lots to settlers.

What was wrong
with them?

Well, it just happened
it was smack in the middle

of Comanche territory.

-Oh.
-Hold still, Miguel.

It looks like history's
forgotten the details.

-Don't jerk.
-Well, it always does.

It's a nice spread,
though, isn't it?

Curran:
Stop shaking, damn it.

May I?

Colonel McCullough?
Mm.

Of course.
Be my guest.

Man: That was
a hell of a shot!

Colonel?

That's my bow.

Indeed it is.

Have you eaten?
Nah, famished.

Good.
You're just in time for lunch.

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Kilborne: Colonel!

Ah,
Judge Thaddeus Kilborne.

A laudable affair
you've put together here.

My pleasure.

Is this your boy I heard
so much about

I'm the other one.
Phineas.

It's a pleasure, Your Honor.
-Oh, call me Thaddeus.

I do hope you plan
to stick around

for the Honey Hunt tonight.

Well --
Wouldn't miss it
for the world.

His brother's married,
but this one here,

he's a legendary
cocksman.

Ah.

Well, my daddy exaggerates
my exploits.

Oh, attaboy.
Admit to nothing.

Colonel.
-Thaddeus.

I suppose
that was necessary.

Welcome, boys, you all gettin'
enough right?

Better safe than sorry.

Not that I don't love the drunk
assholes of San Antone,

but why did you
call me here?

Misery loves company.

No, really.
Why'd you call?

I found an oil seep.

Had it tested.

Sweet crude.

So, what's the problem?

It's on
Pedro García's land.

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Does he know?

Well, I thought it best
to keep it under my hat.

All right, well,
what's the plan?

Same thing
the McKinneys did.

Same thing
everybody does.

Thank you.

Yeah, but Pedro's not
some illiterate dirt farmer.

He'll contest it,
and he'll win.

Not if he's gone.

I'm trying to figure out
what you're suggesting here.

Well, that's
Pedro's problem.

I'm hoping
he'll be reasonable.

About as reasonable
as you'd be

if someone were trying
to chisel you out of your land?

Do you think we have
a choice here?

When does the rest of that money
from Midkiff run out?

Christmas...

if we're careful.
In the meantime,

we're still waiting
for that new rig to arrive.

And once it does show up,

how long is it gonna take us
to hit oil?

Months

We're building something here,
Finn, you and me --

a legacy.

You know that, right?

The future we want...

...the future
we're working toward...

...it won't happen
unless we make it happen.

And that García land --
it's a sure thing.

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All right, then.

What do we do
about Pete?

Keep him out of it.

He'll find out soon enough.
Well, not that soon.

I sent him up to Austin.

What?

He and Sally
had a big fight.

He'll be back
at the ranch by now.

Shit.

We can talk to him.

You think so?

The last time I checked,

Maria García was still
a member of that family.

Well, that all happened
a long time ago.

Well, your brother doesn't
let things go that easy.

Keep him in the dark.

What happened
with Sally?

She's gonna stay in the city,
where she's happy.

It's where she belongs.

And is that what
you both want?

Yeah.

So you're gonna
stay here alone?

I figure, so long as we can
hang onto this place.

What about your kids?

Want some wine?

All our wine glasses
got shot up,

so we'll have to make do
with these.

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I don't know
how I'll survive

without seeing
the kids every day.

Truth is, they're
better off in the city...

...and safer.

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It's different
with Eli.

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Your Honor?

Might I trouble you
for a moment?

Well, sure thing, son.

Do you think this
little soiree has been

a resounding success,
or what?

I thank you for that.

So, you got any aces
in that basket there?

Well, you'll have
to have a look.

Well, now.

It's a gift
from the Colonel.

What does he need
this time?

Well, Your Honor...

there are a few records
in your office

we would like
to have altered.

I'm listening.

The García tract.

Pedro hasn't paid his taxes
in 10 years now,

and the penalties
have added up substantially.

In fact, it's probably time
for a sheriff's sale.

Hell.

I'm sure glad you're not
my neighbor.

How much is in there?

$5,000.

Pedro García has always
paid his taxes on time.

We know that.

He'll have records
and receipts,

but I guess
you know that, too.

We do, sir.

We are rotten,
aren't we?

I mean, how much
does one man need?

I-I got a piece of land here
the size of Delaware,

but I see a pile of money,

I can't stop myself
from picking it up.

I'll take that
as a "yes."

Let's make this payment
the first half,

rest due upon completion
of the task, hmm?

Yes, sir.

Boy.

Thank you.

So...

were you
serious before?

I get to ask
whatever I want?

Sure.

Have there been
other women?

Besides me?

Not once
I got married, no.

What about before?

I was a kid.

I know. I remember.

But I couldn't have
been your first.

My father took us
to a whorehouse

when I was 14
in Mexico.

Did you like it?

I was a 14-year-old boy
in a whorehouse.

What do you think?

And then I met you.

And?

No "and."

You were my girlfriend.
I was faithful.

Until you got married.

Yeah.

Then I got married.

Why did it mean
so much to your father?

Why Sally?

He liked that her family
was respectable.

I don't understand it.

Me neither.

You want me
to ask him for you?

No.

What about you?

Well...

you were my first.

But then I moved to New York,
and...

there were others.

Too big a number
for a lady.

When I was younger,

I always...wondered
why I didn't get pregnant.

I watched all of my friends
dealing with it all the time.

But...

then I just realized
maybe I couldn't get pregnant.

Maybe I can't.

Does that bother you?

Not at all.

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Why don't you want
to get married?

I want to choose.

You want freedom...

and yet
you own a slave.

I find that funny.

Nobody asked you
to be here.

If you wanted to be free,
you should have stayed

where the white people
come from.

Eli is probably there
right now.

I hope he's sleeping
in a big feather bed tonight,

two pillows
under his head.

What's a "feather bed"?

Heaven.

I don't understand.

No!

Of course you don't.

'Cause you're just
a disgusting savage.

Go on. You can hit me
for saying that if you want.

It's okay.
I know it makes you feel strong.

It's the only power
you have left, isn't it?

You and me,
we are not so different.

I've been a slave
for a while now,

and I've learned
a few tricks.

When your new husband
is putting his baby in you,

it might help you to think of
a happy memory from your past.

Maybe that would be a good time
for you to remember Eli.

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So, what happened
with your husband?

Henry left me...when I couldn't
give him a baby.

But it's okay.
He wasn't a good man.

I was stuck.

You know that?

We were living in a tenement
in Greenwich Village.

We shared a bathroom
with the whole floor.

I had to pawn my wedding ring
to get a ticket home.

You could've contacted me.
I would've helped you.

Really?

You would have wired me
money?

Behind Sally's back?

I would've done something
to help you, Maria.

Come on.
You have to know that.

I thought we were
gonna get married.

And then you left me...
for a woman you just met.

It was awful for me, too.
I missed you all the time.

I hated my father
putting me in that position.

Yeah.

I'm sure you suffered.

You had a life.

You could do
whatever you wanted.

I don't have
any of your choices.

I have no money, no skills,
no way to survive on my own.

Do you not
understand that?

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You're right.

I haven't been
fair to you.

I wish I could
take that time back,

do it all different.

Well, you can't.

No, I can't.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

Kilborne: Are you here
to shoot quail?!

No!
No!

Are you here to hunt duck?

No!
No!

God damn right,
you're not.

It is with enormous pleasure
that I welcome y'all

to Thaddeus Kilborne's
Third Annual Honey Hunt!

Now, each of these fine ladies

has a basket
with a bottle of bourbon...

-Yeah!
-...a pecan pie...

-Yeah!
-...and a blanket...

so you don't get burrs
on your trousers.

We'll let these ladies
get a little head start,

and then we'll start huntin'!

That's right, we can't make it
too difficult for them.

You speak to Thaddeus?

Yeah.

How'd it go?

Easiest meeting
of my life.

Ah.

Second thoughts?

It is what it is.

Well,
given the situation...
Yeah.

We should split up.
Probably for the best.

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Man: Where you going?
Come back here!

Lily: Well, well!

Lucky you.

Hi.

Wanna sit?

Uh, that's a lovely
invitation,

but I think you'd prefer
one of the other gentlemen

who's about
to come this way.

Oh, I don't know.

You look
pretty handsome to me.

And what happened
to your wedding ring?

You lose track of it?

Tragically, I have not yet met
the right young lady.

Maybe that's
about to change.

We're not stepping
off this blanket

until I make you
forget...

every...

woman you've ever
been with.

Your ambition
does you credit, ma'am.

You like this?

Who doesn't like kisses?
They are very pleasant.

How 'bout this?

That is, uh...

That's very kind
of you.

Well...how 'bout this?

You just relax...

and pretend
I'm someone else.

You are Colonel Eli McCullough,
right?

Guilty as charged.

I don't speak Comanche.

But you knew enough
to recognize it.

Who are your people?

Not Comanche.

But I think
you might know them.

What's this about, honey?

There's easier ways
to get money off me.

I'm not here for money.

I'm Lipan Apache.

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From Mexico.

Near Villa Union?

You and your men came
into my village.

You killed everyone
you could find,

except my father.

You know what's funny,

is I wasn't even sure
you would remember.

I remember him well.

That was a long time ago.

I was a different man
then.

And your father and his people
killed my wife and son.

An entire village
for your wife and son?!

That war's long over.

Come and sit down.

We have more in common
than you think.

Stop.

Tell me your name.

Man: Eli?!

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Oh, God.

Help.

Help!

I've been shot!

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Young Eli:
Can't hold them all.

Can you even count
all the lives you've ended?

What's happening here?

Are you a message
from The Great Spirit?

That Apache gal --

pretty sure
that was a message.

She just wanted me dead.

That's a hell of a message.

Get on the horse.

I'm not ready.

You're a loaded gun,
old man.

It's a better world
without you in it.

Easy there.

Come on.
We'll do it together.

Phineas:
Can you hear me?

Don't look back.

Hang on.
Hang on, Daddy.

Don't look back.

Hold on, Daddy. We're gonna
get you to a doctor, okay?

Hang on, Daddy!
I gotcha!

Daddy?! Hold on. We're gonna get
you to a doctor, okay?

Okay, but tell us, you gotta
tell me what happened.

I'm fine.

Well, who did this?! Tell me!
Who did this to you?!

I don't know.
I didn't see the fella.

Well, he shot you in the chest!
How did you miss seeing him?!

It was dark!

Okay,
shh, shh, shh, shh.

Shh, shh, shh, shh, shh.
All right. I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

Don't just stand there!

Come on! Go get some help!
Get a truck started!

We gotta
get him outta here!

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It'll be light soon.

Shh.

I gotta go.

No.

Mm, I'll have
to invent some story.

I'll have to tell them

that I spent the night
at a friend's house.

You're a grown woman.

I'm still their daughter.

Hell with that.

Get your things.
Come on.

What?

You don't want anyone
telling you what to do anymore,

how to live your life...

so come on, let's go.

You're joking.

We got some money
in the safe upstairs.

We'll head up to Montana.
I'll get work there as a hand.

Let's leave right now.
No.

Never come back.
Do-- Don't.

You can't say that to me.

It's not fair.

I love you.

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I'm not running off
with a married man, Pete.

So put that
out of your head.

Okay.

So, what are we
gonna do?

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Who is it?

Pedro García.

It's not locked.
Come on in.

How are you, amigo?

Can I get you something?

I can make
a pot of coffee.

No.

I won't stay long.

Maria was out all night.

I believe she was here.

I'm a married man, Pedro.

Whatever you think is going on,
I believe you're mistaken.

My daughter...

she's a widow.

She's sick with grief

and not responsible
for her actions.

A man who takes advantage
of this...

is not a man at all.

I'm not taking advantage
of her.

You really believe that?

With all my heart.

When I knocked
on your door today,

I left my pistol
in my car.

Next time I come,
it will be in my hand.

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Phineas: Hey,
what's the verdict, Doc?

Got all the fluid out
of his lungs,

but if he moves around too much,
his lung will collapse again,

and it'll
probably kill him.

Make sure he takes it easy.
-Yes, sir. Yes, sir.

Thank you for everything
you've done. Appreciate it.

You're gonna make it, okay?
Just hang in there.

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