Yellowstone (2018–…): Season 5, Episode 5 - Episode #5.5 - full transcript
Previously on Yellowstone...
That boy lived a
perfect life, Monica.
And all he knew
was you loved him.
- John, this isn't the place,
but we do need to talk.
I think you should meet
me on the reservation.
Show the people you
care enough to visit.
- I can do that.
Park Rangers came...
Talked to me about some wolves
that held up at the ranch here.
- I tried to outsmart 'em.
I guess it didn't work out.
- Where are the wolves now?
- They're in a place that
nobody will every find 'em.
- I'm feeling a
little irresponsible.
- Not her real name.
- I see you survived.
- Thank you.
- And to think of all the hard
work I did to put you in prison.
Everything before now.
That's what I'm sorry for.
I was terrible.
You did put me
through hell though.
- We're gonna trot
out to Mount Chisholm,
set camp there...
then drive them
down to Lewis Creek.
Them old dries are gonna
want to double back on you.
Just keep moving south,
then we'll hold 'em up
in the meadow and...
then push 'em down
into the river.
- Look who came to see me off.
We'll be back in like a week.
- Good to know.
- One for the road?
- You stupid enough to ask for
that in front of my father?
- Yeah, well, you're
worth the risk.
- Be careful.
- Careful don't factor
too much into this.
- Be careful anyway.
See you when you get back.
- Let's go.
- I ain't hard to find.
Course, none of us cowboys are.
- I didn't mean to
wake you, honey.
I was trying to
be quiet. Sorry.
- You didn't wake
me. Memories woke me.
- Well, I hope they
were good ones.
- Good ones don't wake people.
I think they do the opposite.
Do you ever think about us?
- Well...
Us is all I think about.
- When we were kids.
You ever think about that?
- I think about now.
I think about tomorrow.
But I don't give much
thought to yesterday.
- Yesterday is what eats me.
- Baby, yesterday is
what eats everybody.
That's why I don't
think about it.
- Hm.
- Good morning.
- Good morning.
- I'll be late.
- I'll be right here.
- Oh boy.
It's early for a fire.
- Gonna be a dry year, sir.
- It's already a dry year.
Our calves big
enough for branding?
- I'd like 'em a
little bit bigger
but seems like the whole
valley is short handed.
Just helped the Mitchells and
I'm getting calls every day now.
We got to brand ours first
before we help anybody else.
It's tough saying no
with you as Governor now.
- Me being Governor's
thrown a wrench
in about everything it could.
- Well, I'd brand
the whole state
if we can get that
airport land back, sir.
It'd be worth it.
- Yes, it would.
- So here's what I'm figuring.
I'll pull them out
of the back country,
push 'em through the valley
and then we'll do the branding
here and I'll run two crews.
Get one branding and the
other one pushing 'em
to the airport pasture.
There ain't no wolves there.
- How many day workers
you figure we'll need?
- Maybe fifteen.
I'll split up our crew and
marry 'em with the day workers.
- Where you gonna house 'em?
- Well, I was thinking the loft.
- Oh, no. I don't need
some drunk day worker
falling down the
stairs and suing me.
Bring out the tents.
Everybody sleeps outside.
And I mean everybody.
I don't need that bunkhouse
turning into a
honky tonk either.
- Mm-hmm.
- Nobody knows what
the hell we do anymore.
And it's time we remind 'em.
Have Gator pull out the wagon.
I'm gonna invite the
whole damn county.
- That's a lot of number
two team ropers in a pen.
- Only ranch cowboys drag.
- Sir? You coming?
- You're damn right I'm coming.
- Can I have a word?
- Gimme a minute.
- Just one word?
- Is this about Summer?
- When you say Summer, are
you referring to the season
or that hairy hippie giving
syphilis to our sofa?
- Give me a minute.
- We're gonna work out
of here for a few days.
- This schedule is
pretty full, sir.
- Clara, that...
That wasn't a question.
- Working from the
ranch for a few days.
Understood.
Would you be opposed to
moving some meetings here?
- Yeah.
- So you're saying you...
- No more meetings.
- You mean like no meetings.
- I don't mean "like" anything.
I mean cancel the meetings
that are scheduled
and don't schedule any more.
Sound like a plan?
- It sounds like the
opposite of a plan
but you're the Governor
so that's what we'll do.
- I want to make
a big party of it.
Invite a news crew
out to the ranch.
Show the world who we
are and what we do.
- We call those MEPPs.
- MEPPs?
- Manufactured Events for,
uh, Political Purposes.
Can I put together a guest list?
- Eh...
- You could get
through two weeks worth
of meetings in one afternoon.
- Load me up.
Your turn. Hit me.
- Thinking about it.
- I'm gonna need
a drink for this.
- So I just want to...
want to make sure
I'm understanding
the situation correctly, okay?
You gave your
girlfriend clemency?
- She is not my girlfriend
and I did not give her clemency.
I commuted her sentence.
She finishes out
under house arrest.
- Your house.
- Well, she doesn't
have a house in Montana.
And I need her.
- That hippie, she
must be able to suck
- a marble through a soda straw.
- God.
- This fucking state is
so tied up in lawsuits
over wolf hunting and
bison leaving the park
and sage grouse that
can't figure out
if they can cross the road.
And I don't
understand any of it.
I don't understand any of
the reasoning behind it.
But Summer does because she...
she thinks like the people
who run these groups.
- Because she isthe people
that run these groups.
She is not going
to help you, Dad.
You have invited your worst
enemy to sleep in your bed,
and if you think that she
was fucking you last night,
give her three months...
The real fucking is coming.
And I'll give you the
reasoning: the reasoning is you.
The wolf is their weapon.
So is the bison.
So is anything that
gets your cattle
out of the national forest,
and off the BLM land, and
ultimately off your land.
It's no different
than Dan Jenkins
wanting a private club or... or
Market Equities wanting
their fucking airport.
They want the land, Dad.
That is all you
need to understand.
- Can I help you?
- Just checking
out my new prison.
What's on fire?
- The forest.
Happens every year.
Some years worse than others.
- How do they start?
- Lightning.
- Is anybody gonna put it out?
- I mean, they'll try.
Only thing that can
put it out is God.
- God puts out the fire?
- God brings rain.
Rain puts out the fire.
- Nature puts out the fire, kid.
- That's what I said.
- We'll gather 'em and
hold 'em in the valley,
and then we'll push them
here in the morning.
- You want the wagon up there?
- No, no wagon. No bedroll.
We're cold camp for the night.
- Yee-haw. Cowboy shit.
Yeah! Carter, bring
up the pack horses
and holler at Gator to pack for
a spike camp for two nights.
- Yes, sir.
- What's a spike camp?
Don't know.
- Ma'am.
- I never bothered to
ask how you were feeling.
Now I know.
- I worry.
- About what?
- About you.
About life and my place in it.
I have absolutely
no idea what to do.
- We move on.
That's all we can do.
Don't quit your job.
Your job isn't why he died.
A buffalo isn't why he died.
He died because God needs him.
Why does he need him?
It'll be the first question
I ask when I meet him.
Speaking of jobs, why
aren't you doing yours?
- I just, uh...
I don't want it
coming between us.
I don't want anything
coming between us.
- Nothing's coming
between us, baby.
Nothing can.
- Your father called.
- I'll call him later.
- He invited us to the branding.
- I don't want to leave
you guys alone for a week.
- Well, he invited all of us.
- You feel up to
sitting on a horse?
- Not a chance.
I'll leave the riding to you.
But we need a break.
So does our son.
- When do they start?
- Tomorrow.
- I'll start
gathering some horses.
We should leave tonight.
- I love you.
I don't tell you that enough.
- I never doubt it.
- Whatcha doing?
- I'm trying to outfit this boy.
We have to gather
in the morning.
We'll be gone a couple days.
- Is my dad going?
- It's the spring gather, honey.
Everyone's going.
- Well, can you outfit me too?
- Do what?
- Well...
I am not staying in
that dungeon by myself.
- Honey, we're two
days on horseback.
There ain't no
tents. No bedrolls.
No bathrooms, no nothing.
- Don't you want me to go?
- Yeah, I'm surprised
that you want to go.
- Oh, fine, I'll just,
uh, fly to Vegas.
I'll get a suite at the Wynn.
Go catch the Thunder Down Under.
Beth, if you want to go,
just say you want to go.
- Well, I think I did but you seem
to find that concept inconceivable.
- Beth... Let's
put the crazy away.
Would you like to go on the
gathering with me tomorrow?
Beth, love of my life,
I don't think I can
survive two days alone.
And God knows that you
hate horses and cattle
and being dirty and cold
and especially being
told what to do,
all of which is gonna
happen tomorrow,
but would you consider
coming and sparing me...
the misery of being without you?
Hm?
- Well, I don't
need you miserable.
- Jesus Christ.
Here, try these on.
- God, you make a
girl work for it.
- Get up, try them on.
- You don't want me putting the
crazy away now, do you, huh?
- You can be as crazy
as you want now.
- You wanna come tomorrow?
- Do I want to sit on the
back of an animal you broke
into submission to gather
animals you plan to harass
and imprison before you
mutilate their bodies?
No, I think I'll stay here.
Summer, you are so full of shit.
You know, the first thing
that happened to you
when you when you were born?
A complete stranger
took a pair of scissors
and cut away that
part of your body
that'd been feeding
you for nine months.
Then that stranger handed
you over to another stranger
who held you upside down
and slapped you on the back
and on the bottom
until you screamed,
then they placed you
on a steel scale,
then immobilized
you in a blanket
before handing you
back to your mother.
And if you were a
boy, later that day
another stranger comes
along, takes you away,
runs all sorts of tests on you
before cutting off the
foreskin of your penis.
Never mind that all those things
were done to save and
improve your life.
See my point?
- Not really.
- Not really?
I guess that's why I'm Governor
and you're under house arrest.
- Do you get cell
service up there?
- God, I hope not.
- You should probably
take a satellite phone.
- Can you, uh...
Can you ride?
- I can ride.
- You carry the satellite.
- Now this makes me happy.
You ready to go cowboy?
- You think we can
sneak in some fishing?
- Not this trip, grandson.
Tend to your horses then meet
us up at the house for supper.
- That's your youngest son?
- That's my only son, Clara.
- Your six o'clock is here.
- I don't have a six o'clock.
- You do have a six o'clock.
- I called you.
- I'm aware.
- Look, I, umm...
The other night was...
Wasn't it?
- It was unprofessional, and...
- Oh, you didn't like it?
- No, that's not
what I'm saying.
- We're two consenting adults.
We can do whatever we want,
but I do understand what
you're saying, Jamie.
You're saying that a
relationship would recuse you
from representing the
State in litigation
against Market Equities
or its partners.
- It would recuse you as well.
- I'm not a litigator.
- Hmm.
Is that why you did it?
- Hmm...
- So you know...
- The State hires outside
council for litigation.
You haven't recused
me from anything.
So if that's why you did
it, you did it for nothing.
- If you thought that last
night was unprofessional...
- I really get to
go on the gather?
- Yep.
- No bullshit?
- No.
- Hey, no cussing at the table.
- So I get to go?
- You get to fucking go.
Don't ask me again. Okay?
- Baby?
- What?
- I'm trying to teach
him some manners.
- You want me to
serve them out there?
- Common sense would say yes.
But for once this family's
gonna eat together.
- Hey, I would have
pulled up a chair,
but I thought we could stake
your inmate out in the field,
seeing that she loves
to eat the grass.
- Kayce's here with his family.
We're eating in the dining room.
And you're going to be nice.
But if you can't
say something nice,
you won't say anything at all.
Are we clear?
- Crystal clear, Dad.
I'm gonna get a drink first.
Ahh.
Ahh.
Ready.
- I'm gonna regret
the shit out of this.
Come on. Let's get
this over with.
One big, happy family.
And an assistant.
And a hooker.
I don't know what could
make this any better.
- So, Gator, what did you
kill for dinner this evening?
- Sorry, I didn't know
you would be joining us.
I would've picked a different
everything had I known.
- She's going to be here
for the next six months
so a vegetarian option
each meal would be...
- Vegan. A vegan
option, please.
- Gator, just give her
what we feed the horses.
- So, anyways tonight
you'll be having uh...
an assortment of game...
On the left there is venison.
- Which is to say
a deer you shot.
- Yeah, that's correct.
- While it was minding
its own business
foraging for sustenance.
- Yeah. Beside that
we'll have roast duck.
- Are you aware that
ducks mate for life?
- At least something
at this table does.
- Well, I did kill
both of them, if it...
- Makes it better? No,
it makes it twice as bad.
- Oh.
- And what is this
little creature
that can't even feed one person?
- Actually I like to
serve four per person.
- So you kill four.
- Yeah.
- What is this mystery meat?
- That's a dove.
- Dove. The bird of peace.
These migrate
from Mexico every year.
- You're serving the fucking
bird of peace for dinner.
Dove's pretty good.
I'm sorry, I'm sorry.
This is just so
fucking uncomfortable.
- Can we eat?
- Summer...
Let's you and I take a walk,
Yeah? Maybe I can
help educate you
on our differing ways of life.
Our different cultures, our
different value systems.
- You have values?
- Let's take a walk.
- Whoa, girls...
- Girls?
- Do you see a girl
in this room, Dad?
Hmm? After you.
- Not on your life.
- Sir, do you want
me to go after them?
- I think that's a
terrible idea, Rip.
Gator, let's, uh... Let's
eat while we still can.
I'll take four of them.
You can't make this up.
- Sir, I'm a bit
worried about them.
- You probably should be.
- I thought take a
walk was a metaphor.
You actually meant it.
- Nope.
- Oh!
- It was a metaphor.
Familiar position for you?
- You smug, spoiled,
forty-year-old adolescent.
You're everything that's
wrong with this place.
- The only thing wrong with
this place is you're in it.
- Bitch!
Nine years of Jiu Jitsu, bitch.
Ah!
- I grew up with three
brothers, you fucking hippie.
- Get off!
Oh!
- You know what's gonna
happen, don't you, sir?
- I suspect it's
happening right now, Rip.
I'm sick of listening to it.
Let them get it out
of their system.
- Nothing gets out of your
daughter's system, sir.
Excuse me.
- Nope.
Enough of that Jiu Jitsu shit.
- How bout that shit?
Do you know how
stupid you both look?
You look ridiculous.
Get... off!
Do you think you're
gonna beat the other one
into respecting your opinion?
Hell, I don't even know how
you can respect yourselves.
Is this the kind of manners
that you want to teach that boy?
Hm?
And you. I don't know you.
But I know this, you're never
going to convince someone
to think the way that you think
by insulting them
in their own house.
If you don't like the
food, don't fucking eat it.
I don't think I need
to tell you about
all the people that are starving
around this planet tonight.
So, maybe shut the fuck
up and say thank you.
Or leave...
There's an option no
one thought about.
I can't leave.
Well, unless you want
this to happen every night
for the rest of the
time that you're here,
I suggest you figure
out a way to get along.
Now, Beth, have you had enough?
Not even close.
What about you, Summer? Huh?
- I could do this all night.
- Fine.
Then let's end it with
a little bit of dignity
instead of rolling
around on the ground
like a bunch of
fucking nine year-olds.
Just stand here and trade 'em.
Until one of you's had enough.
- Ooh!
No, no, no, don't look at me.
I'm not the one that
got you into this.
If you want to quit, Summer,
I'll make sure it stays quit,
but I'm ain't quitting for you.
- No, no.
Look at me.
Your turn.
This is my fucking house.
You will show me and
everyone in it respect,
do you understand?
- What respect do I get?
- You'll get exactly
what you give.
You hungry?
- I'm fucking starving.
Not sure I can chew anything.
- Well, just swallow it whole.
Shouldn't be a
problem for you...
Shit, I'm sorry. We're
not doing that anymore.
Let's go eat.
- I should get cleaned up.
You should, too.
- I don't hide from what I do.
I wanted to fight, so we fought.
Let 'em look.
Come on.
What?
- Nothing.
- Mm. Wait.
There might be butter in that.
- Fuck it.
- So you've never eaten
meat in your whole life?
- Never.
Both my parents are vegetarian.
Really?
You know we're not...
we're not designed
to just eat lettuce and grass
and all that shit, right?
It's why we have to turn it
into flour in the first place.
- No, we weren't
designed to eat that.
- This is exactly what
we were designed to eat.
Everything that lives off grass
has a four chambered stomach.
- That's bullshit.
- Mm-mm. Ask him.
- I'm gonna get
the first aid kit.
- It's not as bad as it looks.
- Oh, that's a relief.
If it was as bad as it looks
you'd be on a Care
Flight to a hospital.
You're all excused.
- Shit.
- I took the liberty,
sir. If you don't mind.
I need it.
- You're doing what I
came out here to do.
Pour me one, would you?
My daughter...
I, uh... I commend you, Rip.
It must take a lot of courage
to sleep next to that woman.
- You know that old saying
"don't go to sleep mad?"
Well that's never
truer than my marriage.
- I guess not.
You know, the first Duttons
to settle this valley,
fighting was all they knew.
It's how they got here
and how they kept the
land once they did.
But today, it's...
Today, it seems like
it's a liability.
Cowards rule the
world these days, Rip.
With coward rules
and coward customs.
To succeed today,
all you gotta know
is how to blame and
how to complain.
I truly believe
it's the survival
of the un-fittest these days.
You know, I always thought Beth
would calm down
as she got older.
But every year it seems
like she gets wilder.
I've never seen
anything like it.
What it must feel
like to be that free.
You know I've got
one child I miss,
one child I pity,
one I regret...
But that girl...
That child I envy.
I'll see you in the
kitchen about four.
- Yes, sir.
Good night.
- Last one of those
for a few days.
- Yeah.
- Ryan. been a long
time ago. You good?
You're looking well.
- Hello, young
man. How are you?
- Good. Tell me about
what you got in here.
- We got some new
high power equipment.
- How you guys doing,
doing all right?
Good. Good to see y'all.
- Woo.
- You boys good? Need
anything? Thank you.
- Oh, look at you. Gorgeous.
- Ain't your first time.
- Yeah, you got it.
- Thank you.
- Yes, sir.
- There you go.
- Boy, whoa.
- All right, whoa, whoa, whoa.
- You good, buddy?
- Yeah, I'm good.
- You good?
- Ow.
- You deserve every
bit of it, honey.
- Earned it, you mean.
- Yeah, honey.
- That's what I meant.
- I guess you've
done this before.
- I am from Miles City.
- How long will you be gone?
- Couple a days.
How you feeling?
- Like I got hit by a truck.
How about you?
- Like I got hit by a Prius.
- I don't know what
to do while he's gone.
Don't know what to
do when he's here.
- Well, I think you got
that part figured out.
Why don't you take a
walk around this place?
You'll understand us better.
Tell me if there is
a forest in America
in better shape or more loved.
Then tell me we're the enemy.
- I love you.
- I love you.
Take care of our boy.
He's the only one we've got.
- Yeah, we gotta fix that.
- Sure you got
another ride in you?
- I'll race your ass up
to the top, Governor.
- Thanks for coming.
- Nowhere I'd rather be.
- We'll ride up
along Mount Chisholm,
push them down to Lewis Creek
and hold 'em in the
meadow over night.
If we're lucky we'll get
'em all in one drive.
No way to get a camp
up there so it's...
empty stomachs and cold
backs for a couple of days.
Yee-haw.
- Woo-hoo!
- Some cowboy shit all day!
If it doesn't make you cry to
watch your family ride away,
you probably shouldn't have one.
Next time on Yellowstone...
We can sell it, son.
We could bottle
it up and sell it.
- I could live here and
never see another person
in my whole live except you.
This family's
been here that long?
- When I say we give
everything to this land...
I do mean everything.
- What happened?
That boy lived a
perfect life, Monica.
And all he knew
was you loved him.
- John, this isn't the place,
but we do need to talk.
I think you should meet
me on the reservation.
Show the people you
care enough to visit.
- I can do that.
Park Rangers came...
Talked to me about some wolves
that held up at the ranch here.
- I tried to outsmart 'em.
I guess it didn't work out.
- Where are the wolves now?
- They're in a place that
nobody will every find 'em.
- I'm feeling a
little irresponsible.
- Not her real name.
- I see you survived.
- Thank you.
- And to think of all the hard
work I did to put you in prison.
Everything before now.
That's what I'm sorry for.
I was terrible.
You did put me
through hell though.
- We're gonna trot
out to Mount Chisholm,
set camp there...
then drive them
down to Lewis Creek.
Them old dries are gonna
want to double back on you.
Just keep moving south,
then we'll hold 'em up
in the meadow and...
then push 'em down
into the river.
- Look who came to see me off.
We'll be back in like a week.
- Good to know.
- One for the road?
- You stupid enough to ask for
that in front of my father?
- Yeah, well, you're
worth the risk.
- Be careful.
- Careful don't factor
too much into this.
- Be careful anyway.
See you when you get back.
- Let's go.
- I ain't hard to find.
Course, none of us cowboys are.
- I didn't mean to
wake you, honey.
I was trying to
be quiet. Sorry.
- You didn't wake
me. Memories woke me.
- Well, I hope they
were good ones.
- Good ones don't wake people.
I think they do the opposite.
Do you ever think about us?
- Well...
Us is all I think about.
- When we were kids.
You ever think about that?
- I think about now.
I think about tomorrow.
But I don't give much
thought to yesterday.
- Yesterday is what eats me.
- Baby, yesterday is
what eats everybody.
That's why I don't
think about it.
- Hm.
- Good morning.
- Good morning.
- I'll be late.
- I'll be right here.
- Oh boy.
It's early for a fire.
- Gonna be a dry year, sir.
- It's already a dry year.
Our calves big
enough for branding?
- I'd like 'em a
little bit bigger
but seems like the whole
valley is short handed.
Just helped the Mitchells and
I'm getting calls every day now.
We got to brand ours first
before we help anybody else.
It's tough saying no
with you as Governor now.
- Me being Governor's
thrown a wrench
in about everything it could.
- Well, I'd brand
the whole state
if we can get that
airport land back, sir.
It'd be worth it.
- Yes, it would.
- So here's what I'm figuring.
I'll pull them out
of the back country,
push 'em through the valley
and then we'll do the branding
here and I'll run two crews.
Get one branding and the
other one pushing 'em
to the airport pasture.
There ain't no wolves there.
- How many day workers
you figure we'll need?
- Maybe fifteen.
I'll split up our crew and
marry 'em with the day workers.
- Where you gonna house 'em?
- Well, I was thinking the loft.
- Oh, no. I don't need
some drunk day worker
falling down the
stairs and suing me.
Bring out the tents.
Everybody sleeps outside.
And I mean everybody.
I don't need that bunkhouse
turning into a
honky tonk either.
- Mm-hmm.
- Nobody knows what
the hell we do anymore.
And it's time we remind 'em.
Have Gator pull out the wagon.
I'm gonna invite the
whole damn county.
- That's a lot of number
two team ropers in a pen.
- Only ranch cowboys drag.
- Sir? You coming?
- You're damn right I'm coming.
- Can I have a word?
- Gimme a minute.
- Just one word?
- Is this about Summer?
- When you say Summer, are
you referring to the season
or that hairy hippie giving
syphilis to our sofa?
- Give me a minute.
- We're gonna work out
of here for a few days.
- This schedule is
pretty full, sir.
- Clara, that...
That wasn't a question.
- Working from the
ranch for a few days.
Understood.
Would you be opposed to
moving some meetings here?
- Yeah.
- So you're saying you...
- No more meetings.
- You mean like no meetings.
- I don't mean "like" anything.
I mean cancel the meetings
that are scheduled
and don't schedule any more.
Sound like a plan?
- It sounds like the
opposite of a plan
but you're the Governor
so that's what we'll do.
- I want to make
a big party of it.
Invite a news crew
out to the ranch.
Show the world who we
are and what we do.
- We call those MEPPs.
- MEPPs?
- Manufactured Events for,
uh, Political Purposes.
Can I put together a guest list?
- Eh...
- You could get
through two weeks worth
of meetings in one afternoon.
- Load me up.
Your turn. Hit me.
- Thinking about it.
- I'm gonna need
a drink for this.
- So I just want to...
want to make sure
I'm understanding
the situation correctly, okay?
You gave your
girlfriend clemency?
- She is not my girlfriend
and I did not give her clemency.
I commuted her sentence.
She finishes out
under house arrest.
- Your house.
- Well, she doesn't
have a house in Montana.
And I need her.
- That hippie, she
must be able to suck
- a marble through a soda straw.
- God.
- This fucking state is
so tied up in lawsuits
over wolf hunting and
bison leaving the park
and sage grouse that
can't figure out
if they can cross the road.
And I don't
understand any of it.
I don't understand any of
the reasoning behind it.
But Summer does because she...
she thinks like the people
who run these groups.
- Because she isthe people
that run these groups.
She is not going
to help you, Dad.
You have invited your worst
enemy to sleep in your bed,
and if you think that she
was fucking you last night,
give her three months...
The real fucking is coming.
And I'll give you the
reasoning: the reasoning is you.
The wolf is their weapon.
So is the bison.
So is anything that
gets your cattle
out of the national forest,
and off the BLM land, and
ultimately off your land.
It's no different
than Dan Jenkins
wanting a private club or... or
Market Equities wanting
their fucking airport.
They want the land, Dad.
That is all you
need to understand.
- Can I help you?
- Just checking
out my new prison.
What's on fire?
- The forest.
Happens every year.
Some years worse than others.
- How do they start?
- Lightning.
- Is anybody gonna put it out?
- I mean, they'll try.
Only thing that can
put it out is God.
- God puts out the fire?
- God brings rain.
Rain puts out the fire.
- Nature puts out the fire, kid.
- That's what I said.
- We'll gather 'em and
hold 'em in the valley,
and then we'll push them
here in the morning.
- You want the wagon up there?
- No, no wagon. No bedroll.
We're cold camp for the night.
- Yee-haw. Cowboy shit.
Yeah! Carter, bring
up the pack horses
and holler at Gator to pack for
a spike camp for two nights.
- Yes, sir.
- What's a spike camp?
Don't know.
- Ma'am.
- I never bothered to
ask how you were feeling.
Now I know.
- I worry.
- About what?
- About you.
About life and my place in it.
I have absolutely
no idea what to do.
- We move on.
That's all we can do.
Don't quit your job.
Your job isn't why he died.
A buffalo isn't why he died.
He died because God needs him.
Why does he need him?
It'll be the first question
I ask when I meet him.
Speaking of jobs, why
aren't you doing yours?
- I just, uh...
I don't want it
coming between us.
I don't want anything
coming between us.
- Nothing's coming
between us, baby.
Nothing can.
- Your father called.
- I'll call him later.
- He invited us to the branding.
- I don't want to leave
you guys alone for a week.
- Well, he invited all of us.
- You feel up to
sitting on a horse?
- Not a chance.
I'll leave the riding to you.
But we need a break.
So does our son.
- When do they start?
- Tomorrow.
- I'll start
gathering some horses.
We should leave tonight.
- I love you.
I don't tell you that enough.
- I never doubt it.
- Whatcha doing?
- I'm trying to outfit this boy.
We have to gather
in the morning.
We'll be gone a couple days.
- Is my dad going?
- It's the spring gather, honey.
Everyone's going.
- Well, can you outfit me too?
- Do what?
- Well...
I am not staying in
that dungeon by myself.
- Honey, we're two
days on horseback.
There ain't no
tents. No bedrolls.
No bathrooms, no nothing.
- Don't you want me to go?
- Yeah, I'm surprised
that you want to go.
- Oh, fine, I'll just,
uh, fly to Vegas.
I'll get a suite at the Wynn.
Go catch the Thunder Down Under.
Beth, if you want to go,
just say you want to go.
- Well, I think I did but you seem
to find that concept inconceivable.
- Beth... Let's
put the crazy away.
Would you like to go on the
gathering with me tomorrow?
Beth, love of my life,
I don't think I can
survive two days alone.
And God knows that you
hate horses and cattle
and being dirty and cold
and especially being
told what to do,
all of which is gonna
happen tomorrow,
but would you consider
coming and sparing me...
the misery of being without you?
Hm?
- Well, I don't
need you miserable.
- Jesus Christ.
Here, try these on.
- God, you make a
girl work for it.
- Get up, try them on.
- You don't want me putting the
crazy away now, do you, huh?
- You can be as crazy
as you want now.
- You wanna come tomorrow?
- Do I want to sit on the
back of an animal you broke
into submission to gather
animals you plan to harass
and imprison before you
mutilate their bodies?
No, I think I'll stay here.
Summer, you are so full of shit.
You know, the first thing
that happened to you
when you when you were born?
A complete stranger
took a pair of scissors
and cut away that
part of your body
that'd been feeding
you for nine months.
Then that stranger handed
you over to another stranger
who held you upside down
and slapped you on the back
and on the bottom
until you screamed,
then they placed you
on a steel scale,
then immobilized
you in a blanket
before handing you
back to your mother.
And if you were a
boy, later that day
another stranger comes
along, takes you away,
runs all sorts of tests on you
before cutting off the
foreskin of your penis.
Never mind that all those things
were done to save and
improve your life.
See my point?
- Not really.
- Not really?
I guess that's why I'm Governor
and you're under house arrest.
- Do you get cell
service up there?
- God, I hope not.
- You should probably
take a satellite phone.
- Can you, uh...
Can you ride?
- I can ride.
- You carry the satellite.
- Now this makes me happy.
You ready to go cowboy?
- You think we can
sneak in some fishing?
- Not this trip, grandson.
Tend to your horses then meet
us up at the house for supper.
- That's your youngest son?
- That's my only son, Clara.
- Your six o'clock is here.
- I don't have a six o'clock.
- You do have a six o'clock.
- I called you.
- I'm aware.
- Look, I, umm...
The other night was...
Wasn't it?
- It was unprofessional, and...
- Oh, you didn't like it?
- No, that's not
what I'm saying.
- We're two consenting adults.
We can do whatever we want,
but I do understand what
you're saying, Jamie.
You're saying that a
relationship would recuse you
from representing the
State in litigation
against Market Equities
or its partners.
- It would recuse you as well.
- I'm not a litigator.
- Hmm.
Is that why you did it?
- Hmm...
- So you know...
- The State hires outside
council for litigation.
You haven't recused
me from anything.
So if that's why you did
it, you did it for nothing.
- If you thought that last
night was unprofessional...
- I really get to
go on the gather?
- Yep.
- No bullshit?
- No.
- Hey, no cussing at the table.
- So I get to go?
- You get to fucking go.
Don't ask me again. Okay?
- Baby?
- What?
- I'm trying to teach
him some manners.
- You want me to
serve them out there?
- Common sense would say yes.
But for once this family's
gonna eat together.
- Hey, I would have
pulled up a chair,
but I thought we could stake
your inmate out in the field,
seeing that she loves
to eat the grass.
- Kayce's here with his family.
We're eating in the dining room.
And you're going to be nice.
But if you can't
say something nice,
you won't say anything at all.
Are we clear?
- Crystal clear, Dad.
I'm gonna get a drink first.
Ahh.
Ahh.
Ready.
- I'm gonna regret
the shit out of this.
Come on. Let's get
this over with.
One big, happy family.
And an assistant.
And a hooker.
I don't know what could
make this any better.
- So, Gator, what did you
kill for dinner this evening?
- Sorry, I didn't know
you would be joining us.
I would've picked a different
everything had I known.
- She's going to be here
for the next six months
so a vegetarian option
each meal would be...
- Vegan. A vegan
option, please.
- Gator, just give her
what we feed the horses.
- So, anyways tonight
you'll be having uh...
an assortment of game...
On the left there is venison.
- Which is to say
a deer you shot.
- Yeah, that's correct.
- While it was minding
its own business
foraging for sustenance.
- Yeah. Beside that
we'll have roast duck.
- Are you aware that
ducks mate for life?
- At least something
at this table does.
- Well, I did kill
both of them, if it...
- Makes it better? No,
it makes it twice as bad.
- Oh.
- And what is this
little creature
that can't even feed one person?
- Actually I like to
serve four per person.
- So you kill four.
- Yeah.
- What is this mystery meat?
- That's a dove.
- Dove. The bird of peace.
These migrate
from Mexico every year.
- You're serving the fucking
bird of peace for dinner.
Dove's pretty good.
I'm sorry, I'm sorry.
This is just so
fucking uncomfortable.
- Can we eat?
- Summer...
Let's you and I take a walk,
Yeah? Maybe I can
help educate you
on our differing ways of life.
Our different cultures, our
different value systems.
- You have values?
- Let's take a walk.
- Whoa, girls...
- Girls?
- Do you see a girl
in this room, Dad?
Hmm? After you.
- Not on your life.
- Sir, do you want
me to go after them?
- I think that's a
terrible idea, Rip.
Gator, let's, uh... Let's
eat while we still can.
I'll take four of them.
You can't make this up.
- Sir, I'm a bit
worried about them.
- You probably should be.
- I thought take a
walk was a metaphor.
You actually meant it.
- Nope.
- Oh!
- It was a metaphor.
Familiar position for you?
- You smug, spoiled,
forty-year-old adolescent.
You're everything that's
wrong with this place.
- The only thing wrong with
this place is you're in it.
- Bitch!
Nine years of Jiu Jitsu, bitch.
Ah!
- I grew up with three
brothers, you fucking hippie.
- Get off!
Oh!
- You know what's gonna
happen, don't you, sir?
- I suspect it's
happening right now, Rip.
I'm sick of listening to it.
Let them get it out
of their system.
- Nothing gets out of your
daughter's system, sir.
Excuse me.
- Nope.
Enough of that Jiu Jitsu shit.
- How bout that shit?
Do you know how
stupid you both look?
You look ridiculous.
Get... off!
Do you think you're
gonna beat the other one
into respecting your opinion?
Hell, I don't even know how
you can respect yourselves.
Is this the kind of manners
that you want to teach that boy?
Hm?
And you. I don't know you.
But I know this, you're never
going to convince someone
to think the way that you think
by insulting them
in their own house.
If you don't like the
food, don't fucking eat it.
I don't think I need
to tell you about
all the people that are starving
around this planet tonight.
So, maybe shut the fuck
up and say thank you.
Or leave...
There's an option no
one thought about.
I can't leave.
Well, unless you want
this to happen every night
for the rest of the
time that you're here,
I suggest you figure
out a way to get along.
Now, Beth, have you had enough?
Not even close.
What about you, Summer? Huh?
- I could do this all night.
- Fine.
Then let's end it with
a little bit of dignity
instead of rolling
around on the ground
like a bunch of
fucking nine year-olds.
Just stand here and trade 'em.
Until one of you's had enough.
- Ooh!
No, no, no, don't look at me.
I'm not the one that
got you into this.
If you want to quit, Summer,
I'll make sure it stays quit,
but I'm ain't quitting for you.
- No, no.
Look at me.
Your turn.
This is my fucking house.
You will show me and
everyone in it respect,
do you understand?
- What respect do I get?
- You'll get exactly
what you give.
You hungry?
- I'm fucking starving.
Not sure I can chew anything.
- Well, just swallow it whole.
Shouldn't be a
problem for you...
Shit, I'm sorry. We're
not doing that anymore.
Let's go eat.
- I should get cleaned up.
You should, too.
- I don't hide from what I do.
I wanted to fight, so we fought.
Let 'em look.
Come on.
What?
- Nothing.
- Mm. Wait.
There might be butter in that.
- Fuck it.
- So you've never eaten
meat in your whole life?
- Never.
Both my parents are vegetarian.
Really?
You know we're not...
we're not designed
to just eat lettuce and grass
and all that shit, right?
It's why we have to turn it
into flour in the first place.
- No, we weren't
designed to eat that.
- This is exactly what
we were designed to eat.
Everything that lives off grass
has a four chambered stomach.
- That's bullshit.
- Mm-mm. Ask him.
- I'm gonna get
the first aid kit.
- It's not as bad as it looks.
- Oh, that's a relief.
If it was as bad as it looks
you'd be on a Care
Flight to a hospital.
You're all excused.
- Shit.
- I took the liberty,
sir. If you don't mind.
I need it.
- You're doing what I
came out here to do.
Pour me one, would you?
My daughter...
I, uh... I commend you, Rip.
It must take a lot of courage
to sleep next to that woman.
- You know that old saying
"don't go to sleep mad?"
Well that's never
truer than my marriage.
- I guess not.
You know, the first Duttons
to settle this valley,
fighting was all they knew.
It's how they got here
and how they kept the
land once they did.
But today, it's...
Today, it seems like
it's a liability.
Cowards rule the
world these days, Rip.
With coward rules
and coward customs.
To succeed today,
all you gotta know
is how to blame and
how to complain.
I truly believe
it's the survival
of the un-fittest these days.
You know, I always thought Beth
would calm down
as she got older.
But every year it seems
like she gets wilder.
I've never seen
anything like it.
What it must feel
like to be that free.
You know I've got
one child I miss,
one child I pity,
one I regret...
But that girl...
That child I envy.
I'll see you in the
kitchen about four.
- Yes, sir.
Good night.
- Last one of those
for a few days.
- Yeah.
- Ryan. been a long
time ago. You good?
You're looking well.
- Hello, young
man. How are you?
- Good. Tell me about
what you got in here.
- We got some new
high power equipment.
- How you guys doing,
doing all right?
Good. Good to see y'all.
- Woo.
- You boys good? Need
anything? Thank you.
- Oh, look at you. Gorgeous.
- Ain't your first time.
- Yeah, you got it.
- Thank you.
- Yes, sir.
- There you go.
- Boy, whoa.
- All right, whoa, whoa, whoa.
- You good, buddy?
- Yeah, I'm good.
- You good?
- Ow.
- You deserve every
bit of it, honey.
- Earned it, you mean.
- Yeah, honey.
- That's what I meant.
- I guess you've
done this before.
- I am from Miles City.
- How long will you be gone?
- Couple a days.
How you feeling?
- Like I got hit by a truck.
How about you?
- Like I got hit by a Prius.
- I don't know what
to do while he's gone.
Don't know what to
do when he's here.
- Well, I think you got
that part figured out.
Why don't you take a
walk around this place?
You'll understand us better.
Tell me if there is
a forest in America
in better shape or more loved.
Then tell me we're the enemy.
- I love you.
- I love you.
Take care of our boy.
He's the only one we've got.
- Yeah, we gotta fix that.
- Sure you got
another ride in you?
- I'll race your ass up
to the top, Governor.
- Thanks for coming.
- Nowhere I'd rather be.
- We'll ride up
along Mount Chisholm,
push them down to Lewis Creek
and hold 'em in the
meadow over night.
If we're lucky we'll get
'em all in one drive.
No way to get a camp
up there so it's...
empty stomachs and cold
backs for a couple of days.
Yee-haw.
- Woo-hoo!
- Some cowboy shit all day!
If it doesn't make you cry to
watch your family ride away,
you probably shouldn't have one.
Next time on Yellowstone...
We can sell it, son.
We could bottle
it up and sell it.
- I could live here and
never see another person
in my whole live except you.
This family's
been here that long?
- When I say we give
everything to this land...
I do mean everything.
- What happened?