All language subtitles for Dutton.Ranch.S01E07.720p.x264-FENiX.srt - eng(2)

[Rob-Will]
Nobody understands

what we done

to protect this ranch,
and no one

knows what we'd do
to hold on to it.

* dramatic music *

My brother is a fool.

I know a lot of fools,
and they ain't killers.

Hunter or hunted, Chet?

Always the hunter.

You know a lot of killers?

Enough.

Some good ol' boys
in that bunkhouse

and some sons of bitches.

I've seen plenty of both.

I think I love you.

I don't think either of us
really know what love is.

You don't think this is it?

I got your invite.

Ranch only turns
190 years old once.

-I want you to be my date.
-Well, I would be honored.

[Beth] Businessmen like Zane,
preparation is everything.

Deals like this walk
into my office all the time.

The people who dine
in your restaurants,

they want an experience.
We can give them that.

Wait, wait, wait, wait,
wait, wait, wait, wait!

-You two-faced piece of shit.
-[gunshot]

[grunts]

[cheering, whooping]

[women laughing]

[Mariano]
Y'all didn't blow away.

-[Linda chuckles]
-[Beulah] Longest

-I ever sat in a hurricane.
-[chuckles]

Don't wait up.

Meet me back here at 1:00.

No me gusta.
¿La una y media?

Whoo! Let's shoot out
the lights.

[laughter, cheering]

[kisses]

-Gracias, Mariano.
-De nada, Beulah.

[laughter, whooping]

["Drivin' My Life Away"
by Eddie Rabbitt playing]

* Well, the midnight headlight
blind you on a rainy night *

* Steep grade up ahead,
slow me down, making no time *

Oh, my God, a fricking bull.

* But I got to keep rolling *

* Those windshield wipers
slapping out a tempo *

* Keeping perfect rhythm
with the song on the radio *

[indistinct chatter]

* But I got to keep rolling *

* Ooh, I'm driving
my life away *

* Looking for a better way *

[man]
Whoo!

* For me *

* Ooh, I'm driving
my life away *

* Looking for a sunny day... *

[distant laughter]

[music continues faintly]

Excuse me.

Sure I can't pour you something
with a little more bite?

I'm on the clock, ma'am.

* Baby *

* Hey, waitress, pour me
another cup of coffee *

-* Pop it down, jack me up *
-Thank you.

* Shoot me out,
flying down the highway *

* Looking for the morning *

-* Ooh *
-Incoming.

* I'm driving my life away *

-That's a stud.
-Stone cold.

* Looking for a better way... *

Heaven must be missing
three angels.

You see any wings around here?

-You want to dance?
-Depends. You got a name?

Luke. And you?

Just call me Angel.
You work around here?

I'm a mechanic
for the Shock Wave.

At Six Flags?

Mm-hmm. Come hell or high water,

I keep that
son of a gun running.

You must be awfully good
with your hands, then.

* Lookin' for a better way *

* For me *

* Ooh, I'm driving
my life away... *

[giggling]

-You ever done this before?
-Oh, you know,

there's a first time
for everything.

Quick, quick, slow. Slow.

Quick, quick, slow... slow.

["Good Hearted Woman"
by Waylon Jennings playing]

* And the good life
he promised *

* Ain't what she's
been livin' today *

* She's a good-hearted
woman... *

-Strange work.
-I'm with the 10-Petal,

down in Rio Paloma. Top hand.

What the hell you doing up here?

Babysitting. My boss's daughter.

Your boss's daughter's
a handful.

Yeah, Beulah's just young.

* Through teardrops
and laughter *

* They'll pass through
this world, hand in hand... *

-It's harder than it looks.
-Mm-hmm.

Hold on, darling,
I'm gonna spin you.

Wait.

* Loving her
good-timing man... *

-You teased me?
-I'm just a ranch girl.

Oh, ain't nothing "just"
about you.

You ready to let it loose?

Angel, I was born ready.

* A good-timing man *

* And she loves him in spite
of his wicked ways *

* That she don't understand *

* Through teardrops
and laughter *

* They'll pass through
this world hand in hand *

* A good-hearted woman *

-* Loving her good-timing... *
-Coffee's still fine.

Ain't nothing wrong
with a cold one on the job.

* She's a good-hearted woman
in love... *

So, you got someone
you got to go home to?

My wife. And my boy, Joaquin.

* And she loves him
in spite of his... *

Listen, I'm gonna
shoot you straight.

That handsome fella,
he gave me a crisp twenty

to deliver this bucket of beers
and talk you up.

* Through teardrops
and laughter... *

I can't game a married man.

He did what?

I'd hurry up, you could
probably still catch him.

* A good-hearted woman
loving her good-timing man... *

[groans]

-[man] Hey!
-[man 2] Watch it.

* She's a good-hearted woman *

* In love with
a good-timing man... *

-Where's Beulah?
-She was just here.

-Linda.
-Honest to God, Mariano.

-I don't know.
-* She loves me... *

Where is she?

I don't know.

* That she don't understand *

[woman]
Oh!

* Through teardrops
and laughter... *

[indistinct chatter]

Beulah! Beulah!

[exhales]

[engine revving]

* slow, dramatic music *

[panting]

I can't find my other boot.

We'll get you another pair, B.

You see me get thrown off
that mechanical bull?

That's what you're gonna
tell my daddy.

***

* slow, dramatic music *

***

***

* slow, gentle music *

You look very nice, ma'am.

Well, that's the point, Miguel.

[engine starts]

[indistinct chatter]

[Miguel clears throat]

[Beulah]
Well,

it's nice y'all thought
to dress up for little old me,

but every anniversary,
one of you boys drinks too much

and makes a terrible mess
of things.

I know this is gonna break
y'all's hearts,

but I've decided to set up
an open tab at the Split Heart,

so put on your civvies
and wreak havoc there.

-Thank you, ma'am.
-[others] Thank you, ma'am.

You keep an eye on 'em.

[door opens, closes]

If it's all the same,
I'll stick to my bunk tonight.

It's not the same. Not tonight.

* slow, dramatic music *

***

What's that look for?

You'll have to be
more specific, baby.

Well, the one that says
we're gonna be late.

Let 'em fucking wait.

***

Will you do something for me?

Mm-hmm.

You got to be
fucking kidding me.

-Oh, yeah.
-No, no.

Hot.

* fast, exciting music *

Why haven't these
been placed yet?

-[man] Sorry, ma'am.
-[woman] Sorry.

[indistinct chatter]

[sighs]

You do not cut oranges
with that.

Thank you.

-Not those. The Waterford.
-Yes, ma'am.

[Oreana]
You need any help, Mama B?

[gasps]
Oh, my stars.

Oreana Lynn.

You look divine.

I know how important
tonight is for you.

I wanted to look the part.

What's that lipstick?

[chuckles]
Do you like it?

-Love.
-It's not too much?

Oh, no.

I'm just awfully sorry
your daddy couldn't be here

to see you like this.

He's getting the help
that he needs.

Mm.

* slow, gentle music *

-[kisses]
-[chuckles]

I feel fucking ridiculous.

-You look fucking ridiculous.
-[chuckles]

That makes two of us.

Mm. You know, I was thinking
you could come to the 10-Petal

and help out on the weekends.

-Sounds cool.
-Yeah?

Yeah.

How's, uh, how's school going?

Uh, fine, I guess.

-You learning anything?
-Just getting by.

Thank you, by the way.

For what?

Giving me a place to live,
looking after me.

Everything
you and Beth have done.

Really.

You don't have to thank me, son.

I want you to have fun tonight.
All right?

[door opens]

You look gorgeous, honey.

Well, not as sharp as you two.

Want me to drive?

Nope.

I got a better idea.

* gentle, upbeat music *

This is fucking cowboy.

[exhales]

Think they got a chuckwagon?

No.

Just a lot of fancy people
standing around

trying to out-fancy one another.

Sounds awful.

Just give me two hours,

then we'll Irish goodbye it
and we ride home.

Sounds good to me.

Shall we?

Hey.

-There you are.
-The hat's nice.

How's the hand?

Well, you can't say I'm not
willing to bleed for the ranch.

You shouldn't have to.

-Is that your speech?
-[groans softly]

I've been working
on this damn thing all night.

Right now, I hate it.

You want me to read it?

Oh. I've written
so many of these.

The words never feel right

until you're standing
in front of everyone.

Well, this one's different.

-It's your last.
-Mm.

I...

I feel incredibly grateful

to be following
in your footsteps.

Your father would be proud.

He will be.

* gentle, ambient music *

-[indistinct chatter]
-[Beulah] Hey.

[chatter continues]

Thank you.

-Hi, ma'am.
-Pleasure.

[Beulah]
Thank you for all your work.

Appreciate you.

-Governor.
-Joaquin.

It's great to have you.

That's interesting.

Thank you. Thanks for coming.

Keep your powder dry.

Well, y'all came
the old-fashioned way.

Oh, it's the only way, Beulah.

-Uh-huh.
-Ms. Beulah.

So, you must be Carter.

Yeah. It's nice to meet you,
Ms. Jackson.

Thank you for having me.

Well, it's "Beulah"
or "Mama B" to you.

So, uh, dare I ask?

I'll save the surprise.

Uh-huh. Well, Carter, you can
head on down to the patio.

My granddaughter's
waiting for you.

Yes, ma'am.
[chuckles]

[Beulah]
Rip, you look sharp enough

to cut glass.

I'd say the same thing
about you.

-You like my suit?
-Mm-hmm.

[piano playing]

You flirting?

[Beulah]
Hi. You made it.

[indistinct chatter]

[server]
Hamachi tostada with yuzu?

Uh, taco? Sure.

-Enjoy.
-Mmm.

[laughs]

You wouldn't have graduated
if it weren't for me.

-[chuckles]
-That finance class.

Yeah.
[sighs]

Well, that class
nearly fucking killed me.

It would've, if you didn't
let me get your notes, so...

[Harrison] Seemed like
a pretty fair trade to me.

[shushes]

Fuck off, smarty.

Hey, what's up, bro?

Hi.

Harrison Williams.

This is my friend Carter.

Oh, okay, you an Aggie, too?

Uh, Rio Paloma Rustler. Or was.

-[chuckles]
-Yeah.

Why don't you go
get yourself a drink?

Yeah. You look nice.

Yes, she does.

So, you were saying?

-The new build?
-The new build.

It's this multifamily
in Fredericksburg.

-Mm.
-280 units,

three-story wrap, 65 mil,

my dad put in the equity for it.

[conversation continues
indistinctly]

Thirteen seconds left,
up by four.

Third and goal from the two,

and Refugio's
got this halfback...

Redfish, yeah?

Redfish Calderón.

Only motherfucker in district

with cojones
as big as mine, okay?

Son of a bitch
was faster than me, too.

-Not as fast in the bedroom.
-[laughs] All right.

-[Guillermo] Delilah agrees.
-Y'all asked me a question,

let me fucking answer.

[Guillermo]
Go on, then, cabrito.

[Azul]
QB snaps, right?

Power run off the left tackle.

Now, this tackle's
more country-fed

and country-strong
than all you boys put together.

I came down as hard as I could,

I hit that country boy
with all I got.

He falls flat on his ass,
takes Redfish

down with him, okay?
Now, it's--

Cheating motherfucker.

You're just bad
at cards, hombre.

Y'all are as crooked and dirty

as that 10-Petal you work for.

Bad at odds, too.

You better look around.

* slow, dramatic music *

[soft shushing]

-[door opens]
-[bells jingle]

[door closes]

[indistinct chatter]

Can I get a pop?

You want whiskey or rum
with that?

Whichever.

I got you, kid.

[piano playing]

Cheers.

[Wade]
I wouldn't take

a swing at Harrison Williams
tonight, son.

That'd be bad business
for the both of us.

-I'll kick his ass.
-[chuckles]

I don't doubt it.

But the keys to the kingdom
are within your reach.

What fucking keys?

Son, there is an upstairs
and a downstairs

to soirees like this,

and girls like that.

And tonight,
she and that boy are upstairs.

But you? You're in the basement.

Where does that
put you, Sheriff?

[chuckles]
Oh, hell.

I'm on the elevator going up.

["Ain't No Jukebox"
by Cassidy Daniels playing]

[indistinct chatter]

* Calling me up past midnight *

* Hey, honey, you alone? *

* I can smell Jim Beam bourbon *

* Burning through
the telephone *

* Guess you're getting dirty,
down to it *

* Thinking we can make
a little music *

* Silvertone singing
all the right notes... *

[Beth] I'll have a Tito's,
three olives.

-McKinney, you want a beer?
-You bet.

-[bartender] Yes, ma'am.
-Thanks.

[Beulah]
Hey.

-There she is.
-Beulah.

-Hey.
-Beth and I were just

talking about
what a good meeting y'all had.

Well, it was good,

-wasn't it?
-You were good.

I know a good pairing
when I see one.

Well, amen to that.

[Everett chuckles]

* Yeah, we had one
good two-step *

* If you want to run it back *

* Gonna have to work
a little harder *

-* 'Cause my mama raised me *
-Thank you, again.

* Smarter than that... *

You know, when Chet came here,
he was a drifter.

-No family to speak of--
-Joaquin? I ain't worried.

Well, no one's gonna
come looking--

You have a good night.

* I ain't no jukebox, baby... *

[scoffs]

[singing continues]

[indistinct chatter]

-Zane.
-Beulah.

Well, I'm thrilled
you could make it.

Thanks for having me.

I had to see for myself

what Liam Sullivan's
entrepreneurial spirit built,

and I have to say,
it's impressive.

Thank you.
Can I get you a drink?

-Absolutely.
-Okay, what are you drinking?

[guitar playing]

I'm guessing you haven't done
a lot of these.

No, sir. Never like this.

Well, if I've learned

anything over the years,
Carter, it's this,

it's okay to stand
in the middle of a fancy party

with a drink in your hand.

Sooner or later, someone's gonna
come talk to you.

I mean, I did, and not just
to prove my own point.

[laughs softly]

Haven't seen you for a spell.
You been okay?

Yeah, I'm holding up.

I'll share another lesson
with you, since you didn't ask.

-I was just about to.
-[chuckles]

The second you've had enough,

just walk away,
find a quiet place.

Like this.

-[song ends]
-[applause]

[sighs]

* slow, gentle music *

***

[indistinct chatter]

Thank you, ma'am.

Texas correctional ink?

Yep. Can't hold a candle
to your ink.

Bet that was a pretty penny.

I'm betting yours cost more.

Safe bet.

Amen.

[country music playing]

-You old dog.
-[Zach] Shush.

-So, district championships...
-[door opens]

Them two.

-Hey!
-[shouting]

[clamoring]

Goddamn, Austin.

Shit, Ramos, you said
you don't have any quit in you.

Shit, you ain't gonna have
a heart attack on me, are you?

Nah.

[laughs]
Ooh-hoo-hoo, boy!

[glass shatters]

[indistinct chatter]

[guitar playing]

-[soft laughter]
-[Zane] There she is.

-Beth.
-This is my husband Rip.

Rip. Nice to meet you.

-[Rip] How are you?
-Heard a lot about you.

Bona fide cowboy.

I'm happy
we're in business together.

No, no, no.
The business part's my wife.

Well, speaking of,

here's something
we'd like to give you.

[spurs clinking]

[Zane]
I like the sound of it... hey!

[Rip]
Mm-hmm.

Wow.

Beth, what a beautiful gift.

-It's more like a bribe.
-[chuckles]

Them are fancy, now.

[Beulah]
Let's break those in.

We'll go on a tour
of the entire ranch.

I'll take you tomorrow.

That sounds fantastic.

Thank you. Thank you for these.

Can I steal you
for a quick minute?

Well, heavens,

-it's always something.
-Hi.

[Oreana]
This way.

* slow, dramatic music *

Hey, boys?

They didn't see it coming,
but they had it coming.

-[cowboy] Yes, sir.
-[whooping]

Heck yeah.

-[overlapping chatter]
-Cheers.

-Cheers.
-Salud.

[chatter continues]

-[bottles clinking]
-* slow, somber music *

Hey. Felt good, didn't it?

Just like old times.

But they ain't wrong.

10-Petal's dirty.

Corrupt.

We're all fucked.

And we never say shit about it.

Not to each other,
not to anyone.

[stomps]

[Tommy]
Do us a favor.

Let it go.

All we've been doing
is letting it go.

Now Chet's gone missing, too?

I'm saying this as a friend.

Shut the fuck up, Austin.

***

[broom sweeping]

* slow, foreboding music *

What are you doing here?

Couldn't miss the 190th.

You knew?

I wanted to save the surprise.

Baby girl, go play hostess.
This is gonna take a minute.

Okay.

-[door closes]
-Have a seat.

"Joaquin may not be
a Jackson by birth,

but he's known no other family,

and I've seen him
as nothing other

than my own flesh and blood.

Today's momentous
for him, for me

and for the legacy
of the 10-Petal.

I love you, Kino."

Well, what did you
expect me to do?

You expected me to get sober.

[chuckles]
Yeah. Are you?

Look, Mama, clean as a whistle.

You know, Granddaddy
used to love to tease me.

He'd tell me this office was,
uh, his killing room floor.

[grunts]
If I ever stepped foot in here,

he'd slaughter me
like all those steer.

And when I got older,

he made me sit
right there where you are...

...and he'd make me watch.

Watch him slaughter
the competition.

Yeah, what's that
supposed to mean?

My name
is Robert William Jackson III.

It's my fucking name.

And this ranch is my legacy.

What?

I anoint you
days after leaving rehab early?

Huh?

After a lifetime
of second chances?

Well, if you don't,
I'll kill him.

Oh, well, I'm not gonna
sit here in my office

and be blackmailed by you.

You're not being
blackmailed, Mama.

I'm everything
you've always wanted me to be.

Clear-eyed.

Ruthless.

A killer.

Hell, I am the image
of your father.

I hated my father.

He was a miserable man.

I prayed to God
that you and Joaquin

would be happier than him.

You don't believe in God
any more than I do.

Only God you see
is in yourself, and...

...that shit is hereditary.

The very foundation of our DNA.

Announcing me
is not just the right thing...

...it's the only thing.

I'll never let
Kino have it, ever.

You understand me?

I'm-a go fetch a Topo Chico
and do the rounds.

Love you, Mama.

-[indistinct chatter]
-[guitar playing]

[distant singing]

Having fun?

Time of my life.

Yeah. These parties
can be weird.

Where's college boy?

Excuse me?

I don't know, you-you go
fishing with him, too?

Shoot bottles?

Fuck him?

Jesus.

If I did, it wouldn't be
any of your goddamn business.

I bet his daddy's money
turns you on.

-Hmm?
-Hmm.

That's it, huh?

Harrison's a bull,
he's not a steer.

You walk around
with this wound, Carter,

and you expect me
to do something about it?

Well, that's not my fucking job.

If you want any part
of this ranch,

if you want me,

quit acting like a fucking steer
and grow a pair.

Fuck you.

No.

If you can recall, I fucked you.

For what it's worth...

...I fucked Harrison, too.

-[bartender] Here you go, sir.
-[man] Thank you, much.

Fucking asshole.

* slow, dramatic music *

***

Well, my mother hired herself
one hell of a cattleman.

The Yellowstone, huh?

She sure did.

Well, I owe you an explanation.

I am an addict,
it is a terrible disease,

and I don't expect you
to accept my apology,

but I am doing the work
to make amends.

Mm.

Well, congratulations.

I hope that it all
works out for you.

***

[distant singing]

Uh, whiskey, neat.

[indistinct chatter]

* slow, somber music *

[sighs]

***

[Cassidy] It is a total honor
to pass the microphone

to Ms. 10-Petal herself.

[cheering and applause]

Thank you,
thank y'all for coming.

Each and every one of you
means something profound

to me and my ranch
and our community.

This is the 38th time

that a Jackson
has stood on this land,

drink in hand, and engaged
in some proper speechifying.

-[cheering]
-All right.

Mm.

Ooh.

[exhales]

What I wouldn't give
to have seen Liam's first

in 1841,

five years after rustling cattle
out of Refugio

and starting what
would become the 10-Petal.

He was 23 years old,

an Irish Catholic immigrant
and, like any true Texan,

ready to take on all comers.

-[cheering]
-Yes, sir!

Uh...

I-I wrote up some words
for today, but...

they now seem inadequate
for the occasion.

Sometimes the best
anyone can do is...

...just say what's in the heart.

Uh...

I made a promise to my daddy
before he passed.

One that I finally intend
to keep tonight.

Some of y'all might say
it's been too long coming.

That I've been too desperate
to hang on to the one thing

that we never seem
to get enough of.

Time.

Good Lord knows,
despite my best efforts...

...I ain't getting
any younger, so...

[scattered chuckles]

So...

...as of tonight,
I intend to pass the reins on

to the next generation.

* slow, mysterious music *

In five years,

Robert William Jackson III...

...will be giving this speech
as head of 10-Petal,

our beef business

and our upcoming line
of ranch-to-table steaks.

Going somewhere, Mr. Reyes?

Move those fucking cars.

[Rob-Will]
What, no adios?

You've just fucked yourself.

Oh, careful now.

You heard Mama's speech
same as I did.

The worm has turned, brother.

She's gonna call me in five days
when you fuck up again.

When she needs me to clean
another one of your messes.

Speaking of messes, have
you seen our missing foreman?

Eh.

Chet always was a lousy shot.

You should've
finished me yourself,

'cause you're never getting
another chance.

I got more chances than
a rattlesnake in a henhouse.

[valet]
Excuse me, Mr. Reyes?

You're good to go.

Bienvenidos, motherfucker.

Fuck's sake.

Learn Spanish already.

[vehicle door closes]

[Zane]
I give you a deal,

and all of a sudden,
you decide to retire?

I'm a ranch girl, Zane.

Beth and Rip are the brains
behind the operation.

You sold me on you.

I'm selling the story of you,
not just your ranch.

Come, dear.

You're gonna love my son.

He's the real deal.

Your son's a drug addict.

[woman]
Oh, my God.

Put that down!

[people gasping]

Carter, what the fuck?

Shit.

That's bad business, kid.

Hey. What the fuck
are you doing?

[people gasping]

[Oreana]
Help!

[people gasping]

-Shit.
-Get him out of here.

-It's okay.
-[Everett] It's okay, darling.

* slow, somber music *

[muffled chatter]

Yeah, it's Dr. McKinney.
I need a medevac.

10-Petal Ranch, main house,
right now.

[muffled] Okay.
Look at me. Look at me.

You'll be okay.

-Hang in there.
-[distorted voices]

[Everett]
Hang in there, B.

Help's coming.

Hang on, B. It's okay.

[distorted voices]

[groans softly]

[Everett echoing]
Stay with me.

[knocking on door]

Yes?

[Mariano]
Can I come in?

[door opens]

Your father wants you downstairs
for his speech.

He's been waiting.

I'm done
with his fucking speeches.

Hey, B, it's okay.

Drive me somewhere?

* slow, foreboding music *

[Mariano]
You sure?

He deserves to know
he's gonna be a father.

I'm right here if you need me.

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-Hey.
-[Beulah] Mind if I come in?

Yeah, come on in.

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[gunshot]

[gunshot]

* fast, exciting music *

[exhales]

Found my other boot.

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