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I feel fucking ridiculous.

You look fucking ridiculous.

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

-and help out on the weekends. -Yeah, that sounds cool.

Okay. I want you to have fun tonight.

There she is.

This is my husband Rip.

Heard a lot about you.

I'm happy we're in business together.

Business part's my wife.

"Joaquin may not be a Jackson by birth,

but I've seen him as my own flesh and blood."

Well, what did you expect me to do?

This ranch is my legacy, and I'll never let Kino have it.

Them two.

They didn't see it coming,

- but they had it coming. - But they ain't wrong.

10-Petal's dirty.

As of tonight, I intend

to pass the reins on

to Robert William Jackson III.

-You just fucked yourself. -Oh, careful now.

Chet always was a lousy shot.

You should've finished me yourself,

'cause you're never getting another chance.

You want me? Quit acting like a fucking steer and grow a pair.

Put that down!

Carter, what the fuck?

- Get him out of here. - Help!

Rob-Will!

Get in.

She's gonna be okay.

She's in. Let's go!

Oh, I'm sorry.

- I'm sorry. - Carter.

Get up and get on your horse.

Sorry.

So sorry.

-I fucked up. -Carter.

Get back on your horse.

Come on, get it together now.

I need my... I need my rein.

Here.

Get your shit together.

Oh. Wait, wait.

Fuck, wait, Rip.

Oh, fuck.

It's all over my fucking horse, Rip.

Rip, it's all over my horse.

Can we take a break?

Just stay on your fucking horse.

Sir, you're gonna have to stay here.

What do we have for access?

We got two 18 AC gauges, no art-line yet.

You get any rest?

No.

He's never acted that way before.

Shit, Carter's done a lot of living

-for 19, honey. -Yeah.

Seems to run in the family.

Hmm.

Yeah, I've broken a lot of things in my life.

I don't want to break him.

You ain't gonna break Carter, sweetheart.

Remember, we ain't perfect either.

No.

And we need to teach him how to be unbreakable.

I'm scared, tío.

I know.

Thank you for calling me.

Your family needs you, son.

Glad you're here.

It's okay.

I made coffee.

I'll be on the porch.

What's going on, baby?

I quit school.

Why?

'Cause.

"'Cause"? Try again.

I hated it.

You hated it.

Okay.

You didn't give it enough time.

-Rip didn't go to school. -Don't think Rip

had it all sunshine and fucking roses.

He had nothing. He had no choice.

You don't just get handed anything in life.

You got to work for it.

Got to be better, do better.

School can help you learn, Carter.

Is it the only way? No.

But when you're given a chance to make your life better,

you fucking grab it.

Carter, I want you happy.

But I need you ready.

Ready for the hard parts when they come, and they're coming.

I already had two parents die.

I figured that out.

You're right.

But I'm not sure that's something

you ever figure out, Carter.

And I'm sorry every day that that happened to you.

My dream is to cowboy.

To be like Rip, like your dad.

Then you go to work.

Today.

Rip will take you to the 10-Petal.

Cowboys don't get a day off 'cause they're hungover.

Better hurry up and get dressed. He won't wait for ya.

Yes, ma'am.

Daddy.

She had a heart attack.

They, uh, they did an angioplasty.

Will she live?

She'll be fine.

When can she come home?

Your grandmother's already tried to escape twice, baby girl.

She's a tough one.

Can I see her?

No, she wants to talk to us first.

She's gonna be okay, Oreana.

Kino, I need you to make peace with your brother.

You lied to me.

No, I-I changed my mind.

I need you to fall in line.

That's the best trick he knows.

And make no mistake,

you need him a lot more than he needs you.

Well, he's the one who needs to find a new job.

Oh, stop it.

You're a fine cowboy, but you're not a true cattleman,

not like Rip Wheeler.

And you got

a fine head for business, but...

you don't have Beth's killer instinct.

Well, they're gone, too.

Robert William, you...

...you are so goddamned weak.

That's why I'm leaving the ranch to you.

It's not your prize, it's your protection.

And Beth and Rip?

They're assets,

so y'all don't end up in here or somewhere far worse.

You're my sons,

and you're linked at the hip...

...whether you like it or not, from cradle to grave.

I'll fetch my shovel.

- Enough. - Is that all,

Mother?

No.

No. It's fucking everything.

Hmm.

Rest up.

First time I cowboyed with my old man,

I was sore for a week.

Shoot.

Father and son cowboying side by side,

that's damn beautiful, viejo.

Mm-hmm.

Can't wait to do it with my kid.

Yeah, well, don't fucking rush, Azul.

Too fucking late.

What's that?

Delilah just found out.

I mean, well, we-we just found out.

Congratulations.

Thanks, boss.

Whoa, Rip.

You got to pull over.

No, no, no, no, don't you fucking throw up in my truck.

Hold on a second.

Oh, kid's gonna be hating life.

He already does. Look at him.

-Let's go, borrachín. -What's that one mean?

-What's that mean, now? -Like a boozehound.

Come on, now.

Let's go, son. Let's go!

Vámonos.

- Come on, now. - Oh, shit.

Watch out.

You get it out of you?

- Let's go. - Agárrate.

Get in, boy.

Right in here.

Hi.

Is Carter okay?

He's better now.

Oreana.

Will you help me find something sweet to eat?

Please.

- Yeah. - Thanks.

-See you later. -Thanks.

Ah.

Should've bought you whiskey.

I'm sorry.

Oh. I've raised boys.

Hell, I'm still raising 'em.

If the worst he's done to date

is a little drunken hell-raising,

you've done all right by him.

Feels like we're apologizing

for our children our entire lives.

Maybe we're just apologizing for ourselves.

Hmm.

Your retirement, Beulah...

...was unexpected.

Yeah. Impulsive maybe.

Little bit.

You know, it changes things.

I don't see how.

10-Petal's stronger with you and Rip,

whether I'm there or not.

Well, I didn't agree to work with your son.

I agreed to work with you.

Well, I'm not leaving tomorrow, so...

if you're willing, I'd love for you to just

take it a day at a time.

Well, we'll talk about it when you're out of here, shall we?

You just get better.

But he is a mistake.

He's a liability, Beulah.

He's my son, Beth.

I will not apologize for him or myself.

If you love her, trust she'll come around.

H-How do I know if she'll come around, though?

You don't. That's the trust part.

Should I saddle up a longhorn?

Boy's learned his whiskey limits.

Do me a favor. Grab a couple of these guys

and clear them hog traps.

The rest of you guys are with Azul and I.

-Let's go to work. -Austin, Miguel.

You know the rule around here, right?

Puke, you got to lick it up.

- You hear that, güero? - Shut the fuck up.

You good?

Yeah, I'm fine, sir.

Get it together, Carter. Come on, now.

Daylight's burning.

Any good?

It's great.

Read it half a dozen times.

I'll never understand reading a book over again.

You already know the ending.

Well, sometimes knowing the ending's the best part.

Mm.

I know that look, McKinney.

Why choose Rob-Will?

Why wear your wedding ring?

Because I'm still married.

-Yeah. -I mean, not that I want

to be with her, if that's what you're asking.

Well...

...sometimes the important thing is to choose.

Kino may be my son, but he's not my flesh and blood.

Not like Rob-Will.

I love him, I do.

But...

...Rob-Will's the choice I felt I had to make.

Yeah, and how about when he runs your ranch into the ground?

I don't know that I have it in me to care anymore.

-No? -No.

I'm tired, Everett.

I'm so fucking tired.

I just want to get on with the getting on.

When I watched you almost die,

well, I'd...

...hate to waste a shot at love

just 'cause I'm so damn stubborn.

Well, I'd hate it, too.

What I'm trying to say is, um...

I'm ready to take that final ride with you,

if you are.

Well...

If I'd known that a heart attack would change your mind,

I'd have had one sooner.

Oh.

Well, I'm ready, too.

Want to get the hell out of this damn bed.

Well, just hold your horses now.

Just-just wait until, you know,

-you get discharged. -Look, you can either...

you can either unhook me and help me

or I'll do it myself.

And we're not going to my house either.

Well, hell, Beulah.

All right, let's go before she comes back.

Hyah.

-Azul. -Yes, sir.

You see this baldy here?

-Yes, sir. -She looks a little wormy.

Go on and pull her out, will you?

Yes, sir.

Hey, Carter.

Yeah?

You see this fence line here?

Go on and tend to it.

Oh, shit.

I forgot my gloves.

I'm sorry.

Go on. Here.

Take 'em.

I'll cowboy up.

Go on.

Carter.

Take 'em.

Go on, take 'em.

Let's go, let's keep it moving!

Float's busted.

Y'all ride ahead, I'll fix this.

Over here, motherfucker.

You're gonna give me some answers.

Don't ask shit you don't want to know.

Don't ask shit you already fucking know.

We all got to worry about catching a bullet now?

No, no, no. Just you.

Just you.

You're not gonna shoot me over no fucking cows.

Killed my friends over 'em?

Lower those fucking rifles!

I ain't asking.

Hey.

We ain't done here.

I am.

That one's got a temper.

Okay.

Ms. Jackson?

That was a close call.

Where's Ms. Jackson?

-We got this. -Ooh, there she is.

-Okay... -Mm.

Okay. Go, go.

Ganado San Manuel.

A huevo, viejo.

Fence done?

Yeah, got it.

The cattle ain't as fleshy as Rip likes.

We're gonna run 'em across the scales, worm 'em again.

Fuck. Pendejo.

Rookie mistake.

Triple-check every fucking gate.

-Frank, Tommy, grab that one. -I got it, I got it.

Rip!

Shit.

Hey, you okay?

Yeah, I'm-I'm fine.

Hey, your horse ain't going nowhere. Let me get you checked.

I said I'm fucking fine, Azul.

Hey! Don't you yell at him.

Get on your horse.

Fuck this shit.

Go back to work. Let's go.

Just gonna straighten up a sec and make the bed for you.

Just make yourself comfortable.

Yeah, don't mind me.

I can make you some...

chamomile tea if you'd like, but...

don't go asking me for my, for my whiskey.

Sleep?

From your lips, Beulah.

Tough day, viejo.

He'll apologize.

Go on home, Azul.

Give Delilah my best, will you?

Yes, sir.

We gonna talk, or you just gonna stare at me?

Any other hand that rode the fuck away from me,

I would have fired their ass.

Do it, then.

Want to take a swing at me?

Hmm?

Carter, I've lost more than I've won in this life.

But I've learned more from my failure than any success.

We don't get to choose the pain,

but we get to choose how we build from it.

Understand?

You'll never be my father.

No, I won't.

I got two people who think they're saviors

'cause they took in an orphan.

Guess what. You ain't the only orphan in this family.

I know what it feels like.

Ain't the only asshole either.

Fuck.

Hey.

Carter?

Carter.

Where are you going?

I'm out of here.

Hey.

Carter!

Carter, what happened?

Beth, I grew up between Montana and Texas.

No one noticed.

Shit, Carter.

Forgive me if I didn't hear your balls drop

on the ride down here.

-Fuck this. -Wait. Hey.

You didn't ask for us.

Okay? I know.

But you and I, we were given to one another,

and I'm sure as hell glad that we were.

I'm sorry I haven't been there for you.

But I'm gonna try harder.

I'm not really a natural at this shit, you know?

Yeah, neither am I.

You held my hand when I said goodbye to my dad.

And I was in the room when you said goodbye to yours.

None of it is fair.

But perhaps some of it is meant.

Meant or not, I-I need to go.

I need to be alone.

Go.

Just know this will always be your home.

I hear the old bird's on the mend.

Sadly, yes.

Meaning what?

Just a little flashy for my taste.

No offense.

That's a murder weapon.

Which murder?

Wes Ayers.

Rob-Will killed him with that.

Issue a warrant.

And where's Wes's body?

I don't know.

-You don't know. -I-I'm working on it.

Christ's sakes, Kino.

Your family's crazier than a sack of cats in a rainstorm.

They're no longer my family.

I ain't so sure you get to decide that.

I just did.

Tell you what.

You can go play your game of Clue elsewhere.

Have you forgotten who I am?

No.

I just no longer give a fuck.

Hello.

Yeah, hang on.

You can leave that,

and I want you to shut that door on your way out.

Go on.

Beer and two shots of Jack.

What'd you go to prison for?

That's an impolite question.

That's why I'm asking.

Hmm.

I was drunk...

...had a fight with my girl Terry Jane.

Put my pickup in reverse

and didn't realize she'd followed me out

till it was too late.

Got another question.

Shoot.

Can I fucking trust you?

Can I fucking trust Rip?

With your life.

You want to talk?

What happened to Xena?

She's at that Texas Zoofari Park down in Kaufman.

Didn't shoot her, too?

Careful.

You only get to question my integrity once.

It's good to see you sobered up.

You done making a fool of yourself?

I want a job.

Try the unemployment office.

No. I want a job with you.

Of course.

You need a GED

or a diploma, plus a Basic Peace Officer Course.

Do I?

I think if Dwight White were here, he'd think differently.

Go home, son.

There's nothing for you around here.

Something's always felt off.

Like the way they still brought in big cattle loads

after the border got shut down 'cause of screwworm.

And you know this for sure?

Wes wanted to get to the bottom of it,

buddied up to Rob-Will, then ended up dead.

The bottom of what?

10-Petal's got an operation down in Mexico

that steals and smuggles cattle in illegally.

Forges all the paperwork for Border Patrol

and cattle brokers.

Place is so mismanaged,

it's the only way they've kept the lights on,

kept living in luxury.

I mean, hell, it's the only way they've been able to afford

a goddamn thing.

Whole Jackson family's crooked, top to bottom.

They ain't ranchers.

Those motherfuckers are thieves,

putting every ranch in South Texas at risk.

That would explain

Bullet.

And foot-and-mouth.

When's the next load?

Two days.

Fuck.

Fuck!

¡Su puta madre!

Hola, papá.

Necesito tu ayuda.