No suspicion has shown itself.
Suspicion rarely shows its face.
We're still not free of the lie that we buried.
You are a mother who understands the weight of a lost child.
Willem's absence is...
tearing us to pieces.
You're very kind, Elias.
I am quite fond of you.
I am now pressed to make decisions with uncertain outcomes.
Your safety is my greatest concern.
Our legacy...
is the greatest concern.
Red Bird needs resources.
And those resources?
Weapons, ammunition.
Mr. Roache.
I know him by trade, not name.
He's a scout Mother has hired to search for Willem.
I'm fairly certain that your scout is a bandit.
Trisha said that she's using the Redmasks to track down Willem.
Jesus. How do we stop them from finding the body?
Corporal Mitchell asked that I tend to his remains.
His last request.
Whatever the law finds, they'll assume it's Willem,
or the man who robbed and killed him.
Dress him. We'll find a place to lay him.
Heavenly Father, show me how to lead with love and courage.
Help me keep them close.
Hold us together.
Bound by your love and mercy.
- ...given us a fucking say! - She has her reasons!
Jesus Christ, help me not fucking kill 'em.
...was going to Constance.
It's not like they had a fucking choice.
Lower your voices.
- Good morning, Mam. - Good morning.
The ears of angels couldn't hear my prayers this morning.
Well, now you have to say something.
Say something about what?
Things that have come about as of late.
Folks in the Hollow have a right to know.
Constance turning our priest.
Ties to the Redmasks. And the burying of a sheep in wolf's clothing.
All things we handled on our own.
Things that shouldn't be gnawing at the minds of my children.
We're not children.
I'll decide when it's the right time to tell the others.
The angels...
now providing you with the divine timing of telling the truth?
- You watch your mouth. - No.
This violence in you,
it brings danger.
I want Van Ness off our necks, but...
you are putting everything we have, everything that's ours, at risk.
Get to your fucking chores.
Ma'am, my apologies for not being able to find your son.
I understand.
I've been able to locate the guns you need to make the deal with the Cayuse.
Your Russian swindler friend, Arkasha,
seems to be dealing in arms now.
Fate is merely a victim of circumstance.
It seems ours, Mr. Roache,
now grows a bit more wild.
All right, Albert. Sign here.
- We'll cover these debts next market. - Mmm-hmm. That's fine.
My wife's niece.
Caribbean side.
Still getting used to the splinters.
- You sought me out. - I did.
I had concern.
You seemed quite unsettled to... the truth about Roache.
Seems Mother holds more confidence in a criminal than her own children.
Yeah, it's like my mother and her rosary.
Her protective nature...
it pushes me to break away.
I just want to be seen as something more than the daughter.
I see so much more, Trisha.
Shit.
Um...
Might we meet later?
At a place free of my brother's whistle.
I would like that.
The field near the delta trail? End of the day?
Hey! Where you going?
I see you, little thief!
This is not yours.
This is Lakota.
Sacred Chanunpa.
I know what the fuck it is.
Killed three Sioux to make it mine.
Laugh at that, you fucking brute.
Enough!
- I know you asked not to be disturbed. - Forgive the intrusion, madam.
I'm exhausted of patience and solutions.
I... I require your guidance.
In the churchyard in five minutes.
Thank you, good woman.
I've done my best to keep the young ones on lesson,
but, uh... with parochial duties...
You need assistance.
Desperately.
You ran away.
I get twisted up, Mam.
It's just who I am.
So if I don't run to that...
or be that...
am I betraying my people?
And then I look at you...
my brothers and sister...
Can't betray my family.
A decision only you can make, Lilla...
But I know that heart of yours...
will show you the right choice.
You saved my life, Mam.
You love me.
That debt...
I can never let go.
- I can lend a hand. No. No, I got it. - Oh, no. That's all right.
Nails and spikes.
Albert.
Mason.
Lucinda Burrell.
Nice to make your acquaintance.
Your accent.
So beautiful.
Trinidad. Born.
And you?
From the north?
A free man.
Yes. Born as such.
As was my father.
Here's a list of the well-educated in the territory.
All would make fine teachers.
Unfortunately, none live in Angel's Ridge.
I will take care of the matter.
Do you need a hand?
Thank you, Mr. Mason.
My pleasure.
Young man.
Yes, you. Walk with me.
It is Albert, yes?
Yep.
I understand you have a formal education.
How did you know?
I know everything.
Schooled in Franklin County, Pennsylvania.
Father was a teacher.
Finished my primary learning at ten.
Three years of secondary before he took ill.
Schooling beyond that, my own pursuit.
I imagine I'm near
year two, university knowledge.
Well, we will need to dress you properly.
I will make everything quite clear.
Wrapping a ribbon 'round it don't make it less of a nuisance.
He already likes you.
He likes slop. Ain't looking for another mouth to feed.
Then just chop him up.
Feed him to the big ones.
Little Bull.
What? We'll have to set him loose.
Wolves and coyotes'll do the same.
Sorry, Walter.
Didn't mean to turn it gruesome.
You set it loose,
it'll seek fresh water.
River current will pull him under before anything can feed on it.
That seems even more gruesome.
Can you just give it a watch?
Until we find someone to take it?
That paw ain't much of a size.
Little ones are more fierce.
I am well aware of the ruse just played upon me.
A lovely visit, Walter.
We give it two days.
Prove more a cure than an ailment...
maybe you get a name.
Come on.
Children.
This is your new teacher, Mr. Mason.
He is a free man.
Born in Pennsylvania.
Comes from a fine lineage of educators.
He's colored.
Indeed. He is.
And that will be the last word on the matter.
Understood?
Good luck.
I wish to speak with the sheriff at once! I fear for my safety, deputy.
The missus gave me no forewarning of the hire.
What hire?
Oh, you're not aware?
Mrs. Van Ness has made your son our teacher.
Now, the letter D.
D is for duck.
Quack!
No.
It's more of a...
Quack!
On your slates now.
The uppercase.
Mam.
Mam!
Mam! Wait!
Take a look at that.
A word.
You've taken Albert into your employ. What's your intention?
The church and school are funded by the synod.
He is not in my employ.
You pull every string in this town.
My pull has one purpose only.
The betterment of Angel's Ridge.
And your son is ready to help that need.
He'll know when he's ready.
- Albert seems to be-- - Do not use my son to turn a screw on us.
Flatter him with appointments, dress him in fineries. To what end?
Betrayal, the way you did my priest?
Monsignor Duffy.
What betrayal did I incite in him?
Albert is a kind and generous soul.
You're using him to scratch at me.
Well, perhaps it's not about you.
Do you not think he is worthy of such a high appointment?
Why?
Because he is a negro?
How fucking dare you?
The motherly instinct to protect.
It's such a powerful thing...
but it can cloud our good sense.
Convince our mind of tragic tales that do not exist.
Perhaps your good sense is clouded.
Are you upset Willem's still missing?
Oh, my mind is quite clear.
About Willem.
And Albert.
Your son's appointment,
the only motivation is that it being the right thing.
His suit and shoes will be deducted from his earnings.
Our struggle, Fiona,
it is a matter concerning property,
not children.
All matters concern my children.
But do our children still need such concern?
Or do we slyly foster it,
clinging to our motherly purpose?
Can I help you, sir?
You should wait outside.
Get back here, boy.
You need to see this.
You're right. Boy should see it.
This ain't done, teacher.
That suit. You wear it well.
I had a conversation about all this with Ms. Van Ness.
Not my finest moments.
I don't know why she put me to this, Mam.
But if I get any sense she's trying to... pound a wedge between us--
I take pleasure feeding my hate towards her.
When I do, I can't see the good in any fucking thing.
Forgive me, Albert.
Just know I'm so proud of you.
So sorry, Mrs. Van Ness.
The rifles are like a... a bride.
They're spoken for.
Oh, Arkasha, I too am sorry.
I know how much you enjoy Angel's Ridge.
You have two days to pack up your things.
And then I will destroy this sin-stained Russian bazaar.
Missus! A bride can be fickle, yes?
One day with this one, the next another.
Of course I sell guns to you.
Splendid. Welcome home.
Store the guns at our homestead.
- Then arrange the trade. - Okay.
It'd be wise for you and your men to be close.
Set up camp on the river.
Close is good.
I sent word to bring out the rest of my crew.
Been in Iowa cleaning up a family mess.
Tell everyone that Mr. Roache is now providing us with protection.
No one will question that need.
You were too little to remember me calling him "Be-bo."
Trying to say "big brother."
Father thought it quite sweet.
Willem hated it.
You float in like a ghost.
I'm sorry.
The lady really did make you teacher.
Yes.
For now.
Mythology.
I can read.
And write.
I wasn't judging you.
So who's more fascinating?
The good ones...
or the bad ones?
Well, like most women,
gods are a mix of both hero and villain.
Most women?
So you are well-versed in that subject, are you, Mr. Mason?
I am wholly out of my depth on all things in that area of study.
Thanks, Quentin. I'll get the next one.
Does she have your heart?
I don't know.
She has my head.
All I can seem to think about.
Peaceful, this time of day.
Yes.
A feeling much needed.
And your day?
I didn't see much of you.
I've been thinking about our pursuit in the Badlands.
I care deeply for my family, but...
as of late, I feel as if I am a visitor,
chasing the love of strangers.
And...
the one nearly a stranger...
holds me still.
Feels so close.
Marshals. Pulling a body wagon.
These were found with the body.
Forewarning, ma'am. It is a gruesome sight.
Show me.
Might that be your son, ma'am?
Mrs. Van Ness, is this Willem?
Mrs. Van Ness?
Got a devil on my shoulder
It's got a hold on me
I got a devil on my shoulder
He do what he please
Het gets me in trouble
He gets me in deep
That devil on my shoulder
Has got a hold on me
Got a hold on me
There's a devil on my shoulder On my shoulder
There's a devil on my shoulder
This devil on my shoulder
He's making plans
This devil on my shoulder
Put a gun in my hand
He whispers in my ear
When my will is weak
This devil on my shoulder
Has got me on my knees
Got me on my knees
There's a devil on my shoulder
On my shoulder
And he's taking over
Taking over
There's a devil on my shoulder
When I look in the mirror
I don't like what I see
Oh, devil, please
Won't you let me be?
Oh, devil, let me be
Devil on my shoulder
When I look in the mirror
I don't like what I see
Oh, devil, please
Won't you let me be?
Oh, devil, let me be
Got a devil on my shoulder