All language subtitles for Yellowstone

Previously on Yellowstone...

Morning, Dan.

Impressed you're eating
solid foods so soon.

Last meal before you hit the road?

Why would I leave?

I want to watch you dragged
from your front porch.

Rainwater and Jenkins
are working together.

They're building a casino

right up against your fence.

We need to find a candidate to support.

I found one.

Former rodeo queen.

Jamie's gonna hate her.

This needs to happen.

The sooner you push it to a head,

the sooner it's behind you.

I need you two to get along.

He's my son.

Jamie's your son, too, sir.

What did you see in him?

So, you're the big man now, huh?

Sure was easy for you to walk away

from a life that you
worked so hard to build.

Well, she doesn't want
that life anymore.

You two were married in ceremony.

No matter what you do in this life,

you two are stuck together.

Hey, hey!

Whoa, whoa!

You want 'em in pasture 12?

Well, that's what I was thinking.

What do you want?

Well, there's no hot
wire around that river.

We could leave them there a month or so,

but then they might cross.

And God knows where they'll go.

In pasture nine, there's a creek

and a fence all the way around it.

We could leave 'em there until November.

Well, nine it is.

You never wanted 'em in 12, did you?

Well, all the world's a test, son.

Don't ever let it trick you
into thinking different.

Why don't you meet me at the
Livestock Association office

once you get 'em moving?

I was gonna help them push 'em out.

Oh, I'm sure.

You're about to learn how
little cowboys and ranchers

actually get to do.

It's the wranglers
that have all the fun.

Taking cows up to pasture nine.

Go through the east canyon
and up the fire road.

- Any questions?
- There's no gate along the fire road.

We'd have to cut the fence.

Yeah, exactly.

Then we'll fix it.

We push 'em across the river and
we could follow the creek...

Then we'd have to swim 100
cattle across the river.

Cows can swim.

Hey, I can't. I don't
know how to swim yet.

Do you know how to shut the fuck up?

He didn't ask you your opinion.

He asked if there was any
questions, and they're ain't!

Now get your asses out in that field.

And start moving them cows up the canyon

like he told you. Go on.

You ask them questions, Kayce,

questions will never stop.

You tell me what you need
and I'll take care of it,

but don't question me.

Well, you said they need to respect me.

You let me handle the wranglers

and you'll have both. That's my job.

All right, well,

when we get up to pasture nine,

you choose the way.

I don't choose the way.

Make sure no one questions yours.

You're a hand long enough,
you know who to talk to.

Just trying to do it different.

Different never works.

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Dan, I was beginning to believe

this day may never happen.

Montana's got under my skin.

Check?

Big check.

It's a big day... for both of us.

Let's bring them in, Mo.

The old ways of gambling
with our future are over.

Working together with new partnerships

marks a new era for our nation

and for all of Montana.

Right over here, quick question...

Jamie, sorry to keep you waiting.

- Will you pull that up, please?
- Yes, ma'am.

Need to show you something.

You're no longer running unopposed.

No matter how hard you
work, I'll work harder.

This campaign is just the beginning.

That's my announcement speech.

Yeah. Your father's
smart, I'll say that.

You're getting the crash
course in politics today.

Always remember this, Jamie.

Running for office and
holding the office

are two very different things.

Holding the office
requires honor, integrity,

tempering every act with wisdom.

Running for office requires
none of those things.

It's a zero sum game

and winning is the only
thing that matters.

Come here.

Hello, Attorney General Dutton.

You gotta be kidding me.

Welcome to really running for office.

Walk out that door...

and you lose, most certainly.

Stay...

and you win, convincedly.

As an Independent,

you have no party to fund your campaign.

Cassidy Reed is a good choice.

She just stole your platform.

With this, you get funding
and a new platform,

one she can't steal.

I am sitting, not agreeing.

There's no secret agenda, Jamie.

I want tribal issues

to get the attention they
deserve from your office.

I want the same of her.

That's not deceptive, Jamie.

That's being a good politician.

Isn't that what you want to be?

Um...

I'm gonna need some time to think.

Give me the day?

Excuse me.

- I need a fingerprint scan?
- I got it.

Place your fingers flat on that device.

Let's see your driver's license, please.

To be an agent, you gotta go
to the police academy first.

We can drag that out for a bit.

But you can't hold my
office without the badge.

I don't want your office.

You can't have it for about 15 years.

And it'll take you that long
to earn everyone's trust.

Understand, Kayce, this office
is how you protect the ranch

and every ranch like it.

- Put him on speaker.
- Sure.

We're about to find out
how big a role you play

in this family, son.

NCIC.

Yeah, this is agent Handon,
Montana Livestock Association.

Authorization number?

Mike, Tango, Lima, Alpha, 139259.

Name?

Dutton, Kayce John,

date of birth 4/24/90,

driver's license number...

MT 83745820382.

Dutton, Kayce John,

no priors, no outstanding.

Thank you.

Miracles never cease.

Well, he's clear for a ride-along, sir.

Let's get him started next week.

Can I talk to you alone for a second?

Give us a minute.

I don't know about this, Dad.

There's just so many
things that can go wrong.

Kayce, whoa, whoa. You just let me...

you just let me worry about that.

I can't pass a polygraph test.

Well, you won't have to.

Well, what about a psych eval?

Well, you won't have to
take one of those either.

Gotta go.

Kayce?

What makes you think you wouldn't
pass a psyche evaluation?

My whole life.

Hey.

How you doing?

You know.

You wanna come in?

Yeah, sure.

You recovered?

Getting there.

It looks like a home in here.

Yeah, I try.

Seems kind of permanent.

It's an apartment, Kayce,

it's a place to...

You want any water or anything?

Uh, yeah, sure.

Heard you are working for
your father now, huh?

- Yeah, I just...
- Daddy!

Hey.

Wanna see my new room?

- Yeah, sure, buddy.
- It's over here.

- Brand new bunkbeds.
- All right.

Oh, yeah, and that's a
football I earned from school.

- Cool.
- And you can stay the night

because I don't use this top
bunk and you can sit there.

And there's a park down the street

- that we can play at.
- Awesome.

I'll have to ask your
mom about some of that.

- Be right back, buddy.
- Okay.

How you affording all this?

Uh, university gives us
a spending allowance.

I just spent it on all
this instead of moving.

All our furniture was
old and someone else's.

I know it's not much, but...

- We're fine.
- Please.

I don't know how to do this, Monica.

I don't know how to not be with you

or not talk to you.

You're my wife.

You're my best friend.
You're my only friend.

You're mine too, Kayce,

but something had to change.

And instead of changing,

you're just... you're
working for your father.

Well, you told me to leave!

Yeah, everyone keeps
telling you to leave

and you keep doing it.

What you're supposed to do

is fight for the life that you want!

That's not what you asked me to do!

Stop it!

You asked me to leave, Monica.

You wanted something different,

you should have asked for
something different.

Cheers.

- Hi.
- Hi.

I remember when this
place was a granary.

So do I.

I remember when you were a rodeo queen.

Leading the parade on horseback

right past this place.

Yeah, well, a long time ago.

Yeah, a long time ago.

Now we plug our cars in to charge

while we come in to drink,

at least... at least you do.

What do we got here?

Goose... Goddamn it.

Goose... whatever hell this is.

Gewürztraminer,

a variety originating in Tramin,

a German-speaking village
in northern Italy.

My father fought those bastards.

Now we're drinking their wine.

Your wine flight.

I think these are for you.

I'm gonna need all of them?

Probably.

Well-played, John.

Oh, we've just started playing.

I told you to find another
Attorney General.

Now I found one for you.

Yes. You put me in a position
where now I have no choice

but to fight you.

The Attorney General's supposed
to do my bidding, John,

not yours.

Jamie was... he was just
such a convenient way

to serve both our needs.

Anyone blows him by now.

The only thing that matters
to him is approval.

Once he's elected, we can't
give him that anymore.

Popularity controls him,

and then you know the
consequences of that.

I'm gonna get him to step down.

And how are you gonna do that?

How I do it is not important.

What matters is you
don't fight me on this.

But your opponent, I choose next.

And so the pack turns on itself.

Guess that was inevitable.

You got in the middle of family.

Don't you dare wave that flag at me.

We don't have families.

We have employees we're related to.

Can you name the last time
that you had a conversation

with one of your children
about how their day went

or how they feel or...

what they dream of?

Yeah.

I can't either.

You're supposed to sip it, John.

Not drinking it for the taste.

Their mother died in
front of them, Lynelle.

That's how every day goes for 'em.

Don't have to ask my kids how it went.

You don't have to ask yours either...

do you?

No.

Well, this isn't the way

I thought life was gonna turn out.

I gotta tell you, John.

Well, it's worked out pretty
much how I figured it would,

except for the... losing her part.

Never saw that coming.

Would you like another flight?

Fuck it.

- You didn't hear that.
- No, ma'am.

Lock. Take your hat off.

John... John?

You know what? I'm sorry.

I just...

Do you think you'll ever
fall in love again?

No.

Me neither.

And that's supposed to be the
only thing you live for.

Then you have children

and the living for
yourself part's all over.

We're not screwing, are we?

No.

You all right with that?

I'm 63 years old, Lynelle.

Takes everything a while to wake up

and a while to go away.

Just need to know the direction.

Too old for surprises, sweetheart.

Don't sell yourself short.

I just miss him.

You'd think that, after 10 years,

that would fade.

Well, I guess that's how you
know it was true love, honey.

Yeah.

What are you doing?

Feeding the horses.

Yeah, I know what you're doing.

Why are you doing it?

It's my job.

I wish you hadn't let Kayce win.

Who says I did?

What would I have won, Beth?

I wish you'd beaten his ass so bad

that he left and never come back.

It would have been the best
thing for him, and you.

Do you think this bothers me?

It's the highlight of my day.

Glad to have this chore back.

This is exactly what you were doing

the first time I saw you,

right here too.

Well, the more things change.

If Kayce's in charge, things
are only gonna get worse.

There are other ranches, Rip.

Not for me, there ain't.

Look what loyalty's given you, huh?

Yeah.

It's awful, ain't it?

The issue is Chevron
already secured the land.

Well, have they broken ground yet, Mark?

My understanding is there's
an agreement to terms.

Do they hold the deed?

Ah, it's unclear.

Well, these are things you need to know

before you call, Mark.

I can't stop them without information

and, so far, you aren't giving me any.

We'll have to call you back, Mark.

No worries.

What?

A casino!

A 400-room hotel 30 minutes
from the National Park.

Who the fuck is Dan Jenkins?

There's a cop walkin' in.

Fuck! Leave it. Just leave it.

I'll grab these.

You run inside and get the fence clips.

You just tell me what to do, Gomer?

Well, I just...

They're heavy. You don't have gloves.

This is the job. I do the job.

You get the clips,

and some jeans that fit.

You look like Eminem at a hayride.

I'm just trying to be nice.

Excuse me. Sir, would
you mind helping me?

- Fuck you, old man.
- Asshole.

Look at this.

Look at this! Jimmy!

Hey, Ray. Hey, Blake.

Where the fuck you been?

Just working.

Working?

Yeah, I work at the Yellowstone.

Oh, the Yellowstone.

Can't ride no fuckin' horse.

- Can now.
- Good.

You can pay me the money
you owe me, motherfucker.

Better yet,

you can go on a little
shopping spree for me.

That's right. You don't need a list.

You know exactly what to get.

Nice hat.

Dipshit.

Go back inside!

Fuck you.

Jimmy? Go back inside!

Fucker.

Fuck you!

- What happened to you?
- We gotta go!

Drive, drive!

Fuck!

Come on, motherfucker!
Get out here, you!

- Oh, fuck!
- Bitch, come here!

- Jimmy, close your eyes!
- Get out here.

- Ahhh! My eyes!
- What the fuck!

You're welcome!

Go, go, go, go, go!

Fuck! Why did you do that?
Are you crazy?

Oh, fuck.

- He's fuckin' dead!
- Yeah.

Push up. Push on my hand.

Good, good.

Oh, that is exhausting.

Drop your leg down.

Wait'll we start swimming laps.

When we start swimming
laps, I think I'm healed.

Go ahead and lift it up again.

You grew up by Broken Rock?

What about you?

Crow res. You get out there much?

I don't get anywhere much.

Now go ahead and drop your leg again.

Ever been to an Indian relay race?

When I was young.

That's my passion.

Sounds like a good way to
need physical therapy.

Ha! Yeah, only if you fall off.

- Uh, time's up.
- Right.

- Oh, I can do it.
- Okay.

I'm married, just so you know.

Saw the ring.

Not that I, just, um...

I'm married.

Got it. 3 p.m. tomorrow?

Yeah.

What the...

Jumping Jesus, what the hell?

There was these, uh...

A can of bear spray
went off by accident.

Jimmy, you ain't got sense enough

to pour warm piss out of your boot.

Like I know that's an insult.

I just don't understand how.

Don't stop scrubbing
until the smell's gone.

Yeah.

Like I'm aware of the insult. I just...

why is there piss in my boot?

You're so dumb, it's almost attractive.

Wait, really?

Understood attractive
though, didn't you?

Men...

I swear I could jack
one off at a funeral.

That is impressive!

You're making quite the splash
in Montana, aren't you?

Now that's smart,

making the casino separate
from the hotel, right?

And what are these?

- Are these houses?
- Yeah.

A planned second home community

with it's own hotel and casino.
Now that is smart.

Utterly classless.

But smart.

You must be the guy.

What guy would that be?

The guy that fucked with John Dutton.

I understand learning
not to do that was a...

painful lesson.

So you're friends with John Dutton, huh?

We know of him.

Oh, we've never met him.

You see, thriving in Montana

is all about staying in your lane.

We don't go in his and
he's never been in ours,

but you have.

Now how did I do that?

Partnering with an Indian tribe

opening an off-reservation casino.

Oh, but it won't be
off-reservation for long.

Because annexing this land into the res

is the first thing
that he's going to do.

I assume he purchased the
land instead of leasing.

And I assume he's
paying you the profits?

Oh, well...

Any money you've received was
an advance on construction,

which he will want back

as soon as he nullifies your agreement.

Just a guess, but...

That's what we'd do.

If we were trying to steal from you.

Rocky Mountain Gas and Casino.

That's owned by the Beck Brothers.

I'm assuming that that's you.

I'm just guessing that you
don't like competition.

Well, let me tell you something,
you red-necked fucks!

I'm so tired of you bullies

with your bolo ties and Lucchese boots.

If you got a problem, file.

Take me to court.

I'll take the Pepsi challenge
with your backwoods lawyer

any day of the fuckin' week.

You know, in addition to
running Rocky Mountain,

my brother's also the head
of the Montana Liquor Board.

Now do you recall

applying for your liquor
license through us, right?

I will be revoking that tomorrow.

And, of course,

I will never issue one
for this new venture.

And that is just the beginning

of how we're gonna fuck with you.

I suggest you find a way

to extricate yourself from this deal.

And make a new deal with us.

Hell, we'd love to build a casino here.

Well, you got lots to think about.

Think fast.

Fuckers.

This town, fuckin' place.

You wanna play dirty,

let's play fucking dirty!

I don't understand the dilemma.

My campaign cannot be funded
by my father's enemies.

That is the dilemma.

Thomas Rainwater is a good man.

Nevertheless, he's an enemy.

You should really analyze that.

Okay, so we form a political
action committee.

No one knows where the
money's coming from.

- Everyone knows.
- What?

Defying my father to run is one thing.

Running against him,

financed by a man who has
attacked our family,

that's something else entirely.

So what are you saying?

I don't think I can do it.

Hey, you need funding

or you will lose.

I'm not seeing a lot of donors

running to our campaign
office with donations.

I think this is too much.

You know what you need to do?

You need to find your compass.

Because if where your
campaign gets its funding

has you all twisted in knots,

just wait until you're in office.

You don't know the
meaning of compromise.

I need to go for a walk.

Hello?

Hel...

For someone with no spine,

you sure got a lot of balls.

I need you to forget about
how we feel about each other

and remember one thing.

We're family.

I love how people think
that word entitles them

to absolution from the people
whose lives they ruin.

We owe you nothing.

Goddamn it! I'm at...

Can you please attempt to
resemble something human,

listen to me,

and give me some fucking guidance here?

How'd you fuck him this time?

I didn't fuck anything.

I ran for the office
he told me to run for.

And you chose someone to run against me.

Hmm.

Chose well, didn't I?

Maybe when she's in office,
she'll ask you to clerk.

No one researches like you, Jamie.

I have a donor willing
to fund my campaign.

Let me guess.

This Russian wants you
to do a Facebook blast.

Hey, this is my life, Beth.

I'm asking for you to...

Here.

This is my donor.

Jamie, you're not a politician, okay?

Politicians believe that they
can manage peoples' lives

better than they can.

The best politicians are narcissists.

The very best should
probably be committed.

You aren't that.

Let's be honest, you don't
know who the fuck you are.

And you're looking for
the world to tell you.

You reek of desperation

and they can smell it.

They will pull you, they will twist you.

And they will tear you into tiny pieces.

And our father with you.

So what do I do?

You think about everyone
else in your life, but you.

And you do what's best for them.

Hey.

I can't do it.

I won't do it.

Okay.

We'll try and find the
money from somewhere else.

I don't know where.

It's not just about the money.

I don't want to play this dirty.

Jamie,

you've been playing this
dirty your entire career.

No, no.

I have reacted to the
situations before me.

I didn't initiate them

and I certainly didn't
do any of it for me.

To beat her, I have to attack him

because there is nothing
about her to attack.

Yes.

I won't do that.

I've made up my mind.

So first hint of opposition,

and you just quit?

Your sister was right.

What a chicken heart!

I need you to leave.

The ultimatum never ends.

So if I quit, I don't get you.

If you quit, what do I get?

What are you going to do, Jamie?

Are you gonna open up a
little law firm in town

and drum up DUI cases?

No.

You're going to go home

and work side by side

with your
suicide-waiting-to-happen sister

and your monster father.

So go.

Tuck tail, Jamie.

Get the fuck out of my apartment.

- What the... ?
- Gator?

Yep.

What the fuck is that?

Grilled octopus.

Mediterranean diet, Daddy.

If I have to eat another steak,

they'll have to do my next colonic

with a fuckin' fire hose.

It's good. Try it.

Pass me the potatoes.

- How was your day?
- It was good.

Acquisitions are going fine.

I have to walk you through
the profit structure, but...

That's not what I meant. I meant...

how was it?

Sobriety is bliss.

What can I tell you?

How about you?

I don't want to talk about it.

That's what you always say.

Well, when I have a day
worth talking about,

I'll shout it from the damn rooftop.

That any good?

I don't care what I eat.

I withdrew from the race.

You hungry?

I'll make you a plate.

Where you been?

I'm sorry, I'm sorry.

Fuck.

Goddamn you for leaving me.

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