Yellowstone (2018–…): Season 4, Episode 8 - Episode #4.8 - full transcript

[Money for Nothing
by Dire Straits]
♪ MTV... ♪


[dishes clanking]



- John, will you say Grace?

- Dear Lord, bless
this food for our use

and us for thy service,

and please make us mindful
of the needs

and feelings of others, Amen.

- That's all God
gets tonight?

Nothing for your father?

- And please help Daddy find
those horse-thieving cowards

and hang them from
the nearest tree.

[pounds table]
- You think that's funny?

You don't pray for harm
to come to anyone, son.

You pray that your father

and the men riding with
him make it home safe to us.

That is the prayer.

And that's the only prayer,
do you understand me?

- Yes, ma'am.

- [sigh]

Now say it again.


- Dear Lord, please watch
over our father

as he seeks justice
in your name. Amen.

- Amen.



- They're making for the trees!

They get to cover
they'll tear us to pieces!

- Run faster, God damnit!

- Jesus!

- Let 'em get close!


- Don't stop!

[music stops]


[dry fire]

- Ah!




Ah! God!


Stop, God damn it!



- You scream.


- You shot?

- Sorry son of a bitch
bucked me off.

What're we gonna do with him?

- Advertise.


All right.

I don't care if you live
or die, but should you live...

You tell them about me.

- Tell who?

- Everybody like you.


- All right.


[clicks tongue]

- Hey.

- Good Lord.

What happened?
What happened?

- What had to happen.

- No!

- That's not mine.

- Get inside.
Get inside!

- I'm not getting blood
all over your floor,

I'll strip down out here.

- I don't care about my floor!

- Spencer!
Water boiling now.
- I'll strip down.

- Just go help your mama.

- [gasps]
- Help your mama.



You can't let me die out here.

They won't make it.

Mom: James Dillard?
Get inside.

- Shit.

- Get inside.


- Oh, Lord. No!




- Is this enough room
for you, baby?

What do you think?

- I have five shirts
and a pair of boots, Beth.

- You are the perfect man.

I gotta go to work.

- Yep. Me too.


- Son...

You can beat him.
- How?

How can I beat him?

Every politician in the state
owes him a favor.

The one thing I had
was name recognition.

But it's his name.

Now he has it.

- Son...

- He's gonna use
everything against me.

He's gonna use you against me.

- He won't.

- The fuck he won't.

- You know where all
the bodies are buried--

- Yeah, because I buried them.

- Maybe so, but they're
not your bodies.

You set up a meeting with him,

and the two of you
decide what's off limits.

- The world's gonna
find out about you anyway.

- Let the world
find out about me.

We tell the world about me.

We control the narrative.

I acted in defense
of my only child.

That's all the world
gets to know.

You're the Attorney General.
You can seal the record.

- Only a judge
can seal the record.

- What judge owes you a favor?

- None.

- Then find one, or invent one.
Whichever you can do fastest.

- Am I a fool
for even considering this?

- He's the fool, Jamie.

Who's going to vote for him?

The environmentalists?

The transplants
from New York or L.A.?

To them, he is the face
of everything in this world

they have been taught
to despise:

a white,
sixty-year-old landowner.

Use everything
he is against him.

What does your father covet
more than anything?

- Power.

- And what office holds
the most power in this state?

Livestock Commissioner?

The Governor.

So, if it's power he wants,
why hasn't he run before?

Because he knows
he can't win, Jamie.

He isn't running for Governor.
He's running against you.

And as soon as you drop out,

he'll pick a candidate
to replace him.

He's bluffing, Jamie.

Call him on it.

- Yeah.


Yeah, set up
a press conference.


[protesters yelling

[protestors chanting]

- I say we press charges
for trespassing

and destruction
of private property.

- Oh, nice of you to join us.

- Sorry. Protestors
are blocking the road.

Took me a while to get through.

- They're blocking
a public roadway.

Sheriff's department isn't
doing anything about it?

- What are twelve deputies
going to do

about 350 protestors?

- Get me the
Attorney General's office

and the Governor's office.

This is not a protest.
It's an occupation.

Meet with the county attorney:
I want them charged today.

- Well, I'd be careful
if I were you.

The last thing that
we need is these people

Facebooking their friends
in New York

and then we have protestors
outside our building

on Wall Street with
national news coverage.

- Are you suggesting
we do nothing?

- No, I'm suggesting
we be careful.

The first thing I would do
is get the press out of there.

- Mm-mm, we can't tell
the press to leave.

- Of course you can.
It's private property, right?

Once we get the press
out of there

we don't have to be
careful anymore.

- And then?

- Once the press is gone
you can press charges, right?

And then
the Sheriff's Department,

they can drag them out
by their hippie hair.

- Removing the press
makes it a bigger story.

- Removing the press
becomes the story.

Let them bitch about
that all they want.

They won't bitch for long:

people in Montana,
they don't like bad news.

They moved here
to escape all that shit.

They want to know the weather,

they want to know what
time the rodeo starts

and they want to know
who the Bobcats are playing.

If they want bad news
they'll watch CNN.

And CNN ain't here.

- Well, I'm not sure the New
Yorker in me can trust that.

- Well, you're not in
New York now, buddy.

Your instincts
are worthless here.

- Ellis, inform the press
to vacate our property.

- I can do it.

They'll take it
better from a local.


[door shuts]


- Horses!
- [shouting]

- Tampico.

- Looks good.
- Yeah.

- Bay horse?
- Yeah.

- Stringbean, think you
can handle him?

- Yes, sir.

Thank you.


- Here we go, here we go.

Yes, sir.

- All right.

- You roped him?

- Got thrown at him.

- Horses!
- Curly Bill back there.

- Get done? I'll help you.
- Got him.

- Downtown.

- Ah, the one Chance
lost his hat in?

- This Curly Bill?
- Yes, sir.

- Oh, boy, you best screw your
hat down in the morning, Jimmy.


- There you go
Right there.

All right. Okay.


- Hey, cowboy.

Could use a bath.

- Yeah, he earned
one today, huh?

- I ain't talking
about the horse.

- Yeah, I might have
earned one too.

- So about that
dinner you owe me.

- That's right, I do owe you.

- I sure am hungry.

- Well, like you said,
I need a shower.

- All right.
So, after your shower.

- [laughs]

It's a great idea, but, uh...

My trailer's about a
two hour ride that way.

- Wash rack right over there.

- Yeah, it is.

- So, I'll meet you
back here in half an hour.



[clears throat]

- Hi.

- [sniffs]


- Ever been to the
café in Paducah?

- No, I haven't.

- Well, it's pretty good.

- Well, Paducah it is,
then, huh?

- Great.
- Great.

Guess I'll just, uh...

just finish up here, then.

- Just so you know, there is
a shower in the bunkhouse.

When I said wash rack
I was being coy.

- Coy?

- I was flirting.

- Well, that's good.


It's kind of hard to describe
with words

how uncomfortable
I am right now.

- I can imagine.

I'll meet you over
at the truck.

- Deal.
- Deal.




Group Walla:
Stand up! Fight back! [chanting]

What do we do? [chanting]

- Stand up, fight back!

Summer: What do we do?

- Stand up fight back!

- When the land we want
is under attack, what do we do?

- Stand up, fight back!

Summer: What do we do?


Group Walla:
Stand up, fight back! [chanting]

Summer: What do we do?

Protesters: Stand up,
fight back!

- When the land we want
is under attack, what do we do?

- Stand up, fight back!

Summer: What do we do?

- Stand up, fight back!

Summer: What do we do?

- Hey, gotta take this whole
party back to town.

Hey you,
cameraman, get down!

Excuse me?

- This is all private property.

Lawyers have decided
it's too much liability

to having you here.

- Liability?
- That's right, insurance.

Your cameraman could fall off
and hurt himself, sue, no bueno.

- Your serious?

- Very...look...
what's your name?

[protesters chanting]

- Leslie.

- So I'll make
you a deal, Leslie,

give me your number and when
something worth filming

is about to happen,
I'll give you a call.

- Why would you do that?

- Well, let's just say
I'm a concerned citizen.

[protesters chanting]

- That's my cell.

You know, um... Leslie,
I wouldn't uh,

wouldn't unpack the truck
if you know what I mean.

- I know what you mean.

- Well, I was born in Waco,
went to school in Tarleton,

Vet school at A&M,

then I been at the Sixes
ever since.

What about you?

- I, uh, wasn't much
of a student.

Dropped out when I was about
fifteen after my mom died.

Got in a little bit of trouble,
did a couple of turns in jail.

- All right, so we're telling
the truth, the whole truth...

- [laughs] Yes, ma'am.

- All right.

- Got hired
on at the Yellowstone

as a favor to my grandfather.

A favor they took back

after I got tore up
pretty good by a bucking horse.

So here I am.

- So, you weren't a cowboy
before the Yellowstone?

- Well, to be honest, I'm not
sure I'm much of a cowboy now.

- Jimmy.

- Mr. Owensby.
Good to see you, sir.

- How are ya?
- Good.

- This is my wife, Maggie.
- Nice to meet you, Ma'am.

- Nice to meet you.
- Ma'am, how are you?

- Good, how are you?

- Doctor Blodgett gave you
a day off, I see.

- An evening off
is more like it.

- Y'all enjoy your supper.

- You, too, sir.
- Thank you.

- When the boss of Wagner
Ranch knows you by name

and bothers to use it,

I think that means
you're cowboy enough for him.

- Yeah, maybe so.


It's my first
date with a Texan,

so I don't really know
the protocol.

- Walk me to the door.

- I can do that.

♪ [Cover Me Up
by Jason Isbell] ♪

[clears throat]

Okay, now what?

- Now's the tricky part.

Should you kiss her?

If you don't and
she wanted you to,

she's gonna think
you don't like her.

But if you do
and she ain't ready,

you got yourself
another problem.

Yeah, wouldn't want to be
in your shoes.

- It's a pickle for sure.

- Think it through.

Ask yourself this, Jimmy.

What would a cowboy do?

♪ Put your faith
to the test ♪

♪ When I tore off your dress ♪

♪ In Richmond on high ♪

- Well, you haven't hit me yet.

- You're doing good so far.

She might even be up
for another one.

♪ And the old lovers sing ♪

♪ "I thought it'd be me ♪

♪ Who helped him get home" ♪

- Well, I...

I should probably ride off
into the sunset.

- The sun's already set, Jimmy.

♪ So girl, hang your
dress up to dry ♪

♪ We ain't leaving this room ♪

♪ 'Til Percy Priest
breaks open wide ♪

♪ And the river runs through ♪

♪ And carries this house
on the stones ♪

♪ Like a piece
of driftwood ♪

♪ So cover me up ♪

♪ And know you're enough ♪

♪ To use me for good ♪

♪ Cover me up ♪

♪ And know you're enough ♪

♪ To use me for good ♪


- Is there, uh...
specific seating, or...?

John: Wherever you want.

Carter, you grab a seat
right here.

- You sit next to me, baby.
- Okay.

- Sir?
- On the table's fine.

It looks formal, Rip.
But it's not.

It's just supper.


- Here.

- There's fruit in the salad.
I don't want that.

- Yeah.
- Yeah, I'm all right.

- It's good for the prostate.

I have Gator make it for Daddy.

Doctor says he needs
to eat fruit with every meal.

- Yes, it is good
for the prostate.

Lots of things are good
for the prostate.

We just don't talk about
them the dinner table.

- You know, there's
this holistic doctor

at the Deerfield Club.

He specializes in...
in Tantric healing.

Now that, that is good
for the prostate.

- Tantric, what's that?

- Don't encourage her.

- It focuses on
the erogenous zones.

- E-what?
Erogenous zones?

- Mm-hmm. Areolas, vulva,
phallus, sphincter.

- Is that Latin?

- And you've done this?

- You're just pouring
gas on the fire, Rip.

Dumping it right
on the damn fire.

- I love it, but I don't
think it's for you, baby.

I think you're wound
a little tight.

But it is a good idea
for you, Daddy.

And he is good.

He made my knees wobble
for a fucking week.

- Jesus Christ.

- He recommends that
you see him monthly,

but after my first session
with him, I was like a month?

I'm seeing
your ass tomorrow.

- Are we still talking
about the salad?

- No, Carter.
We're well past salad.

- Can I have some?

- Have all you want.

- That's good. Start young.
Keep those pipes clean.

- This is every meal, Rip.

This is where she
gets her revenge.

Beth: Revenge?

How is me trying
to prevent you

from getting prostate
cancer revenge?

- Revenge for what?

- I don't know.
I cannot figure it out.

- Why don't you
just ask her?

- Why don't you ask me, Daddy?

Ask me how me being the only
one making conversation

at this table
is somehow vengeful.

- Every meal.
Just like this one.

- Beth, you're not gonna do
this at breakfast, are you?

Cause I have to eat
my breakfast quick.

- What? Do what?
What am I doing?

What the fuck am I doing?!

You know what I'm doing?

I'm fucking leaving,
that's what I'm doing.


- [grunts]
Excuse me, sir.


Yeah, right there.

On the bright side of
things, now...

now I can eat this in peace.

- Can I still have
cake after supper?

- Hell, you can have
some right now.

- Cake with steak?

- Cake with your steak.

- What in the fuck
was that about?

What kind of
childhood bullshit

are you working out
at the dinner table?

- Yeah, that's
what it is, Rip.

It's the table.

It's that whole fucking room.

It's this stifling, oppressive,
false fucking fantasy

of a family that just
does not exist.

Never fucking existed.

Do you know there was four
different forks and spoons

on that table, Rip?

Four. There's an oyster spoon
on the table.

Do we eat oysters?


But by God do we have
the fucking spoon for it.

- If you don't like the room,

then eat in a different room.

At a different
fucking table.

I mean, look, there's
a table right there.

Why don't we eat
right here?

What do you say?

- So, what's the biggest
one you've ever seen?

- Six feet.

- That's a big snake.
- That's a big damn snake.

We were rebuilding
the horse stalls.

- It was in the barn?

- It was in the barn.

- Did you see it?
- Oh, yeah, I saw it.

- He was about your age
and when he saw it

he did exactly what the rest
of the other boys did:

he ran up the wall
like a damn spider

and hung from the rafters.

Rip: That's true.

But hey, discretion
is the better part of valor

and trust me, there
was a ton of valor

up in them rafters,
let me tell you.

- Did you kill it?

- Hell, no, I didn't kill it.

You know how many
mice those things eat?

And I wouldn't let any
of the boys kill it either.

But I had this old heeler...
do you remember him?

- I do.
- You remember?

- Oh, sure.

- Well, he was meaner
than shit...

And he was cat quick.

And one day he found that snake,

and oh my God, those two,
those two went at it...

- What happened?

- You be careful
when you open this.

- Oh!


- Count those rings and you'll
see how old it is.

- Thank you.

- Sweetie.

Life is plenty hard, you don't
need to help it, you hear me?

- You're saying I make
life harder?

- Every day.


- No, that's yours.
You keep that.

- What do you say?

- Thank you.



Let me see them.

[wolf howls]


[phone rings]

Moe: Something wrong?

- I didn't know y'all had
wolves east of Big Timber.

Moe: There aren't.
- There's one.

Moe: You saw a wolf?

- Staring at him right now.

Moe: Let me talk
to the Chairman.

I'll get back to you tomorrow.

Kayce, whatever you do,
don't shoot it.

- If it gets near
my horses, I'm shooting it.

Moe: If it goes near your
horses, it's a test.

And if you shoot it you fail.

I'll call you tomorrow.

- All right, buddy,
time to get out.

- Close your eyes.

- Close my eyes?

- Well... Things down there
are not the same.

- Not the same how?

- Well, sometimes
it just gets stiff as a board

for like no reason.

- Is that happening right now?

- Got any solutions?

- You know, I'm gonna let your
dad handle the solutions.



I think it's time you
gave Tate the talk.

- What talk?

- The sex talk.

Your father never...

Of course he didn't.

Your son is sitting
in the bathtub with a...

I can't even say it.
A boy issue.

I need you to go in there
and talk him through

how to deal with it.

- Well, I'm sure he'll figure
out how to deal with that

all on his own.

- Kayce, he's got
to understand...

You know, the...
the purpose of it.

How we're all animals
and how life is created.

- Baby, he grew up on a ranch.
- Oh.

- He's been watching animals
screw since he was born,

and then he watched
them have babies.

He's helped me pull calves
and foal out horses.

He knows everything
he needs to know about sex.

And one day when he's sixteen,
I'll sit him down

I'll tell him why he shouldn't
until he's married.

- [chuckles]
- And he's gonna promise me...

and then one Friday night
he's gonna go out

and meet some girl,
they're gonna fall in love

and fuck like rabbits

until they break up
or she gets pregnant.

Cause that's exactly
what happened to us.

- Yes, I guess we
outgrew that, huh?

Oh, yeah, there was something
else I forgot to mention.

- Yeah?

- Yeah.

What was it?

Oh yeah, we did it again.

- What did we do?

- Fucked like rabbits
'til I got pregnant.

- You're pregnant?



[Monica laughs]

- Can your dog come
to bed with me?

- She's everybody's dog, buddy.

- Tell that to the dog.

Why's mom crying?

- Oh, I'm just happy, honey.

- You're gonna be a brother.

- You're having a baby?
[Kayce laughs]

- Yeah, we sure are, honey.

- I knew those weren't
naps you were taking.


You better start saving
up your money, Dad.

I don't babysit for free.

Come on, Sunka.
[clicks tongue]

- All right.
I stand corrected.

He does not need the sex talk.

- We sure could've
used it, though.

- You're happy, right?

- I'm happy.






They're here.

- Time to take one
for the team.

- Yeah.

[indistinct shouting]

[woman screams]


[woman screams]

- Hey!


You have no right
to be here!

[screams and grunts]

[grunts, groans]

- Okay.
- Get up...get up!

- I'm getting up!
- Move, move!
- Okay!


Reporter: More than 300
protesters have been arrested

as we've seen.

[camera shutters clicking]

- Okay, okay.


- I thought we pulled
the news crews.

- They were set up
on the road.

- How did they know
to set up on the road?

- Unclear.
Tipped off.

Probably one of the protestors.

- In total, 117 protestors

have been arrested and charged
with criminal trespassing,

criminal mischief,
and failure to disperse.

Three have been charged with
assault on a police officer,

and the leader of Free Earth,

Summer Higgins,
has been charged

with felony aggravated assault
on a peace officer.

She was arrested a few weeks
ago for a similar assault

on Livestock Agents
and Sheriff's Deputies

in an unrelated protest.

- Hm. Seems the narrative
is in our favor.

- We need a big
news day in New York.

If this goes national,
the narrative will be flipped.

[phone rings]

- Hey, Daddy.
- Morning, honey.

- New York Times, how may
I direct your call?

- Brett Eaves at
the national desk.

What are you doing today?

- Loading bulls. You?

- Loading bullshit.

- This is Brett.

- Hey, Brett, are you aware
of the protest

happening in Montana that
was broken up by Federal agents?

- No, protest over what?

- Some airport.
117 people were arrested.

And I think three or four
ended up in the hospital.

KNBS. Worth a watch.

I think you'll see
the potential.

- Thanks, I'll check it out.
- More to come.

- What're you up to, sweetheart?

- [groans]

What you asked, Daddy.

Have a good day.

- Go ahead and bring
them boys.



Let them sift in there now.

- Hey, bulls.
Hey, bulls.

Hold up, boys, hold up, boys.
Hold up, boys.

Let 'em load.
Let 'em load.


- Go ahead, Teeter.

- Where'd you get
the heifers?

- I put them out yesterday.

- Good, I don't need any
of these tearing down fences

looking for a girlfriend.

- You want me to drive?

- Nah, I'll drive.

[phone rings]

- This should be good. Yeah?

Donnie: We need to meet.

- About what, I wonder...

Is there a time
that works?

- You know where the ranch is.
Come by whenever.

- I'd prefer a neutral site.

- [laughs]
The ranch is a neutral site.

- Not for me.

- Yeah, and whose fault is that?

You know where to find me.

After we drop these bulls we're
gonna meet the sheriff in town.

- Okay.

- You know, you're the only one
in my life who don't ask me

why when I say
we're doing a thing.

- I figure you'll tell me
why if you want me to know

or I'll figure it out
when we get there.

- Not calling you out
for it, Rip.

I'm thanking you for it.


I know who tried to kill me.

- Sir, maybe the Sheriff isn't
who you should be talking to,

maybe you let me
fucking handle it.

- I'd like to kill
him myself, Rip.

But he's sitting in prison

and that's where
he's going to stay

for the rest of his shitty life.

We're meeting with the Sheriff
right now to figure out

how we make that life
just a little shorter.


[engine stops]


- Hold it, sir.
Hold it. Hold it.

Nobody's eating.

They're just staring
at each other.

What do you got in the truck?

- Got a pistol in the glove box.

Got a rifle behind the seat.

Get in the truck.
[clears throat]

[engine starts]


- They're gone.

I'm gonna need wallets,
rings, watches.

On the fucking table!

Open it. Open it!

Hands on the table!

Don't you fucking move!

- Eyes front.

That's right. That's right.

- He's back.
The cowboy's back.

- Hey.

[gunfire, screaming]


[coughs, grunts]

- He's around the corner.

[woman screams]

You think that's gonna
save you, you fucking coward?

- I'll fucking kill her, I swear
to God, I'll fucking do it!

- That's right, then
you won't have anybody

to hide behind, will you?

Party's almost over.

You see it?

- I got it.

- Whenever you want.

- Ah!



- Trying to...
Call my daughter, John.

- Okay.

Hey, there you are.

- Hey, Dad,
can I call you later?

I got the kids crawling all
over me--

- Honey, no. I'm...

I'm not that sure you can.

- What?



- Debbie, this is John Dutton.

- Is everything okay?

- No, honey.
Everything's not okay.


[no dialog]