All language subtitles for 4__Yellowstone.2018.S03E05.English

(Sobbing)

(Music playing)

(Sighs)

I need a favor.

I'm not spending my last day here
watching you shop on main street.

I need your help.

Jamie.

I'm in trouble.

(Music playing)

- Who's the father?
- That's none of your business.

It is absolutely my business...

No, it's my business!

(Exhales)

What difference does it make?

Let me go figure this out.

Hi. Are you Ellen?

I am.

We spoke on the phone.

You're white.

There's a planned parenthood
in billings.

- Take her there.
- I can't.

Everyone will know.

It's anonymous. Nobody will know.

Everyone will know.

Listen.

You don't wanna do this here.

A requirement of patients
receiving an abortion

at this clinic is sterilization.

Understood.

Is it okay?

Yeah. It's okay.

(Theme music playing)

(Knocking)

Where've you been?

Went to town.

Did you get the test?

Yeah. It was negative.

Why do you look so sad?

We shouldn't do this anymore.

(Panting)

You okay?

Bad dream.

Bad memory.

Hmm. Those are worse.

Yeah.

You wanna talk?

Not this one.

Hey.

Tell me anyway.

I've made two decisions
in my life based on fear.

And they cost me everything.

Hey. Not everything.

(Crying softly)

Stewart: Repeat after me:

I do solemnly
swear that I will support,

protect, and uphold the constitution

of the United States

and the constitution
of the state of Montana.

I do solemnly swear
that I will support, protect,

and uphold the constitution
of the United States

and the constitution
of the state of Montana.

And that I will discharge the duties
of my office

with fidelity, so help me god.

And that I will discharge the duties
of my office

with fidelity, so help me god.

Say that last part again.

Um... (Clears throat)

And that I will discharge the duties
of my office with fidelity.

So help you god.

So help me god.

- Congratulations.
- Thank you.

- Congratulations, Jamie.
- Thank you.

- He's all yours now.
- Mmm-hmm.

We took the long way to get here,
but here we are.

Here we are.

Thank god.
I'll help you with your transition,

then I'm playing golf for a year.

Well, thank you, governor.

Thank your father.

I know why I'm here.

And it wasn't him.

Come on. I'll show you your office.

(Music playing)

(Gunshot)

(Whinnying)

(Intercom beeps)

Woman: (On intercom)
Sheriff haskell, line one.

Yeah?

You know Boyd Nelson,
out toward emigrant?

- I know of him.
- Committed suicide.

Meet me at his ranch.

What's that got to do with my office?

You'll see.

(Sighs)

(Music playing)

(Whinnying)

He leave a note?

Sort of.

Kayce: Son of a bitch.

He's got kids, don't he?

He's got two of them.

Bank take those, too?

Well, soon as the medical examiner

releases a death certificate, kayce,

bank takes everything.

Can't take them if they're not here.

What if we round them up,

and take them down to billings
and put them in a sale?

Give those kids
some sort of chance at life.

Is that legal?

Hell, no, it's ain't legal.

And I'm not so sure
that violating probate law

should be your first act
as livestock commissioner either.

Yeah.

What if it was, though,
where would you stand on it?

He was my cousin, kayce.
That's where I stand.

If you wanna do it, I'll look away,

but if the bank finds out,
you are up to your neck in trouble.

I need to talk to my father.

All right.

(Music playing)

Tate: Do we have to go?

Yeah, your dad's gotta work in the city.

The city sucks ass.

Sucks what?

Hey, where are you learning this stuff?

Jesus, look at the size
of that fucking spider.

That is a big-ass toad.

Shit, you could saddle that sumbitch,

and ride his fucking ass
back to the barn.

Well, I think I know.

Hey, rip, can you leave our tent up?

I want to get Tate out here
as much as I can this summer.

Yes, ma'am, I can do that.

- Thanks.
- Mmm-hmm.

These are the last ones.

Jake, Ethan, drag them pack horses back.

Lond, find something gentle
for them two.

Teeter, let's saddle that yellow horse
and the white horse.

Ryan, Colby? We're running the fence.

(Music playing)

(Clicks tongue)

You've become a very difficult man
to get a hold of.

Yeah, well, I have this new rule:

I only carry my phone
in places with no service.

Othennise, that son of a bitch
stays on the kitchen counter.

Well, I envy you that luxury.

I thought it was time
we discuss our new problem.

Yeah.

Doesn't seem to be going away
on its own, does it?

Not this one.

The faa has approved
a portion of your land

as the airport location,
as I'm sure you're aware.

The state will make an offer
and after you refuse...

The Attorney General handles
eminent domain cases for the state,

and I'm not concerned
with that office anymore.

It's the governor's decision.

I'm not worried about
that office either.

It's 4,000 jobs, John.

In a state where
that makes a difference.

Not supporting this
will cost her the office.

Well, I'm surprised
you're against it, Tom.

An airport right down the street
from your casino,

I'm no hotel manager,

but that sounds like a good thing to me.

I have some ownership issues
with the casino property.

Well, I'm not going to help
you with the problem

that prevents you
from building a casino.

I don't want a casino
any more than I want an airport.

I don't really want
another casino either.

It's an insulting and wickedly ironic

revenue stream for an Indian nation.

It is a means to an end

and that end is this valley
looking like it did

before a white man stepped foot on it.

We want the same thing
for very different reasons.

And we can have our fight later,

but we'll have nothing to fight over
if they build a city here.

Well, I agree with you on that.

You know my business background.

It's never one fight

that determines
if a project moves fonnard.

It's an accumulation of fights.

Corporations hate "complicated".

And they need to see a return.

They have the money.
They have the manpower.

They have the influence and the reach,

but the one thing
corporations never have

is time.

It's their only enemy.

And that's how we beat them.

We give them a dozen things
that take time.

Now, I have someone with a reputation
of finding those things.

And she is merciless
when she's found them.

Well...

I have one of those, too.

I'm aware.

That's why I'm here.
I think they should meet.

Put their heads together.

Then who knows what mischief
they'll come up with together.

I'm just warning you:

This genie does not
go back in the bottle.

Neither does mine.

(Music playing)

Roarke: Get in front of the trader.

Right. Wait.

I'm watching.

Now. Three hundred-thousand
at one thirty-five.

Tell me when he takes.

Short my fucking stock...

Bought? Yes!

Take that you little red-headed shit.

- (Phone vibrating)
- Ah...

Yeah.

What?

Another point?

(Grunts)

I'm trying to go fucking fishing!

God!

God!

Why can't we ride with them?

'Cause that's a pretty rough haul.

Old blue jeans, he ain't got
any more mountains in him.

Who's blue jeans?

Blue jeans is the horse
you're gonna be ridin'.

He's almost as old as your daddy.

In fact, I can remember
when your daddy used to run

all over he” and gone
on that son of a...

(Clears throat)

Son of a gun.

The pirate mouth on that kid

needs no help from you wranglers.

- If y'all could just...
- Sorry.

(Sighs) I'm sorry.

It's not your responsibility
what my kid says.

Lloyd: We'll try and really watch
what we say around him.

I'd appreciate it.

Tate: Knock knock.

Who's there?

- Europe.
- Oh.

Europe, who?

No, you're a poo!

Nope. It's just in him.

He's laughing, though, ain't he?

Yeah, he is.

You can't teach that.

Teach what?

Toughness.

You're either born a Willow
or you're born an oak.

That's all there is to it.

- You two ready?
- Ready ready.

(Clicks tongue)

Ryan: What in the...

Colby: You think they wandered in
from the park?

Rip: Nah, there's too many fences.

Who are these son of a bitches here?

Come on. Let's go.

Sporting club running buffalo now?

Sporting club ain't
running shit no more.

Yeah, well, whose are those, then?

Don't matter,
as long as they're not yours.

You got permission
to run them things here?

No, I just decided today
I'd run some buffalo

across a field for no reason.

Yeah, well, I don't want
my cattle getting brucellosis

from them fucking things.

Keep your cattle
on your side of the fence.

You oughta tell your boy

to watch the bass in his voice
when he speaks to me.

Boy?

- (Gun cocks)
- Hey!

I'll blow your shit-for-brains
all over this field.

Then fucking do it.

(Gun cocks)

Reserve agent,
livestock association.

I'll shoot you where you stand.

Put that fucking pistol down.

Reserve agent?

Dutton's still running that scam?

We don't know you.

You wouldn't. But your boss does.

Tell him Wade morrow said hello.

We'll see each other again, I'm sure.

You better hope I never see you again.

Next time, fight me fair.

Shit, |'|| fight you fair.

Get off your horse.

We'll save that for a rainy day.

I need proof that
those are brucellosis free.

If you're man enough, come and get it.

Come on.

Why would they leave
buffalo out here?

They're gonna tear this fence to pieces.

That's why.

(Car radio playing indistinctly)

(Sighs)

You know, it's 5 o'clock.

Shouldn't you be in a river somewhere?

Bulleit. Rocks.

There's nothing I love more
than to be on the river,

but instead, I'm here
trying to figure out

- why you are poking a grizzly.
- Mmm.

You don't keep 'em
when you catch 'em.

You throw 'em back.

Yes.

I could respect you if you ate 'em.

That makes sense to me.

But of all the shit
a trout has to go through in a day...

Eagles trying to eat 'em,

raccoons trying to eat 'em,

otters, ospreys, bigger fish, hawks...

It also has to wonder
if every floating dead insect

has a fucking hook in it
because you think it

fighting you for its life...

Is fun.

It doesn't hurt the fish.

They don't process pain
the way other animals do...

(Laughs)

What fucking pescatarian
told you that, huh?

It is fascinating

that the one vertebrate on this planet
that doesn't rely on pain

as a survival device

is the one that you like
to hook in the fucking mouth.

To be honest, I could give
a shit if it hurts the fish.

I don't like the way it tastes.
That's why I throw them back.

Well, why didn't you say that
in the first place, huh?

That I understand.

(Sighs)

Schwartz & meyer shorting our stock

is like a terrorist bombing a subway.

It doesn't stop the subways

and it doesn't destroy
the city the subway serves.

It just hurts some people,

and not the people you want to hurt.

But it does make the people
you want to hurt

want to hurt you back.

You're gonna try and hurt me back,

is that what you're trying to say?

Because I have been down this road

many, many times before, buddy.

And no one who tried it
is alive to tell you

how poorly that worked out for 'em.

What, are you saying
you're going to hire

a fucking hitman to come after me
if I come after you?

We could buy Schwartz & meyer
15 times over.

That land is not your family's legacy.

It is a relic
that will continue to appreciate

until your family
can no longer afford it

and then you will lose it.

Wealth is the only legacy left,
and you know it.

Fight us and you'll lose all your money
and you lose the land.

Or be the smart business woman you are

and make us a deal that creates
a real legacy for your family.

Five, six hundred-million dollars.

Generational wealth.

I agree on all fronts, roarke.

I do.

And I wish to god that he would do that,

but he won't.

So, we fight.

You're sealing yourself
into the alamo, Beth.

And these guys won't
take prisoners either.

I look foward to it.

Stop shorting my fucking stock, please.

Well, stop making it so fucking easy.

Could you at least
do it in after-hours trading

so I can fucking fish?

Well, that I can do.

I will short your stock
in after-hours trading

so you can torture trout.

- Thank you.
- You're welcome.

You think you're up
for this fight, Beth.

You have no idea
how wrong you are.

Well, right back at you.

You are the trailer park.

I am the tornado.

(Sighs)

(Music playing)

- John: Hey.
- Hey.

How was your first day?

(Sighs)

Boyd Nelson died.

The horse breeder?

I didn't really know him.

He was a dreamer.

When those dreams
didn't come true, he became...

He was an angry, angry guy.

The lien-holder's
foreclosing on his ranch.

Only thing he has worth anything

is about 300 brood mares,
some babies.

I was thinking
maybe I could round them up,

take them down to billings,
put them in a sale.

Try to help his family out.

That is, if, uh...

It's a family worth doing it for.

His wife's a good woman.

Better than Boyd deserved,
that's for sure.

I'm sorry for her.

There's a bit of a risk,
if the bank were to find out.

Bank's not your problem.

Your problem is the people.

Do what's best for them.
That's the job.

You saying I should do it?

Not saying anything.
Not my decision to make.

Well, if do, I'm gonna need your help.

Once you make the decision,
I'll do whatever you want.

(Music playing)

Fellas, thanks for helping out.

How do you plan on doing this?

Rip, have you figured out how to

do this without all of us
getting trampled?

Best we came up with, sir,
is like, "fuck it," you know?

Let's get up there as fast as we can

and just chase those sons of bitches
down the mountain.

Fuck it.

That's your plan, too? Fuck it?

It's gonna be a shit show
no matter what we do.

May as well do it fast.

Less time for things to go wrong.

Your logic is so flawed, son, it...

Hell, it almost makes sense.

Great.

All right.

Fuck it.

(Music playing)

(Rumbling)

(Men shouting)

Come on!

Yahoo!

(Chuckung)

I thought for sure
someone was going to the hospital.

I thought someone was dying.

You know, I've got half a mind
to run up that hill and do it again.

(Music playing)

- (Intercom beeps)
- Woman: Attorney General on line three.

Attorney General?

Line three.

Is this a.G. Stewart or a.G. Elect Reid?

Jamie: It's newly appointed a. G. Dutton.

Jamie?

I just thought you should
hear from me directly,

as the highest ranking law enforcement
officer in the state,

that my office is available
for anything that you might need.

If there are any unresolved issues
that need resolving.

Can you think of anything, Randy?

No, there's no unresolved issues.

I'm glad to hear it.

Who'il be the new
livestock commissioner?

Kayce.

(Sighs, chuckles)

How the hell did you manage
all of this, Jamie?

You know, I ask myself
that same question.

To be honest with you, Randy,

I think I just willed it to happen.

Let me know if there's
something I can will for you.

Will do.

You're welcome.

Thank you.

Any time.

(Music playing)

You weren't kidding.

What are they?

Mamas and babies.

Think you can move them all?

Will you sell them as a package?

I prefer it.

Hell, I can sell 300 in a package
with a phone call.

How y'all doing?

Our dad died.
How do you think we're doing?

I'm sorry.

Everybody's sorry.
And it don't make no difference.

Mrs. Nelson?

- She's inside.
- Thank you.

Oh, my word, this is hot.

It's burning right through
these oven mitts.

Carolyn, this is kayce dutton.

- Mrs. Nelson...
- Thank you.

How much did you get for them?

A little over $16,000.

I was hoping to get more, but...

It should help with the funeral.

This is the funeral.

I ain't spending a dime burying him.

That coward can rot where he lays.

Cowboys and dreamers.

Why I only love cowboys and dreamers

I will never understand.

They've put me through hell
from the first kiss.

(Sniffles)

And knowing me,
I'll probably marry another one.

Hey, let's get those potatoes
back in the oven.

You a cowboy?

Yeah, I am.

My daddy was a cowboy.

I'm gonna be a cowboy, too.

It's not bad. You all right?

Which bunk is yours, Jimmy?

In the back in the right up top.

I don't think the top one's happening.

Anyone in the bottom bunk?

At the moment, actually, no.

How many wranglers
does the yellowstone have?

Ten or eleven.

Usually a couple floating in and out.

Yeah, one of the wranglers
is a girl. Woman.

Lady. Kind of.

Mia: Laramie.

The guys are gonna be back in a minute.

If they catch you drinking
their beer, they're gonna...

Whoo! (Laughs)

They're gonna what?
What are they gonna do?

(Long white line
by sturgill Simpson playing)

We helped ourselves to your beer.
Hope you don't mind.

Yeah, we can see.
They with you, Jimmy?

Yeah, this was not my idea.

I gotta start rodeoing again.

Fuck it.
It's Friday night somewhere.

No, today is Friday.

Like literally, right now is Friday.

Then Friday's your lucky fucking day.

She's growing on you.

Colby: She's not growing on me.

Okay, she has like
a couple of moves and stuff.

It's kinda like...
She's a dancer. She studied.

Where in the fuck
did she study dancing?

Fucking sheeper cabin in ten sleep?

(Song playing)
If somebody wants to know

are you too old to dance?

Ain't a damn thing I'm too old to do.

(Song continues)
Tell 'em I'm somewhere

looking for the end
of that long white line

fucking barrel racers.

You're getting the joke now,
aren't you, Jimmy?

(Song continues) New York City
old St. Joe Albuquerque, new Mexico

this old rig is humming and rolling
she's a-doing fine

only those dipshits could ruin a sunset.

(Song continues)
What's become of this so-and-so

tell em' I'm somewhere
looking for the end

of that long white line

- (country music playing)
- Goddamn it.

Yee-haw!

(Chattering)

(Song playing) She likes to lay naked
and be gazed upon

I don't understand.

Yeah, honestly, man, neither do I.

That is shocking to me.

What the fuck are you dipshits doing?

(Song continues)
And I'm gonna scream

I'm gonna get me some mescaline

she brings me roses
and a place to lean

a drunken poet's dream

I should've known it was you.

By now, you sure should have.

(Shouting)

(Distant country music plays)

(Chuckles)

You're having a barn dance
or something?

(Laughs) Yeah.

They're cutting loose.

They had one hell of a day.

Now it sounds like they're gonna
have one hell of a night.

It's a good thing you did today.

You broke a rule that shouldn't
have been a rule in the first place.

And you did it for the right reasons.

Thanks.

Hell, should we join 'em?

I can't.

I never had much luck
leading men and being their friend.

Maybe it can be different for you.

Goodnight, son.

(Song continues)
She brings me roses

and a place to lean

a drunken poet's dream

a drunken poet's dream

a drunken poet

(Music playing)