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Previously on Yellowstone...

- Rough week, huh?
- Yeah.

One only a grandson could fix.

Thought I'd come see
Tate play in the dirt,

maybe even join him.

Is it too much to ask that
you help make that happen?

- Who's that?
- Don't even think about it, Dan.

She's an assassin.

Aren't you married, Dan?

You don't strike me as the
kind of woman that bothers.

When I break you,

I want to know that I'm
breaking generations.

Stay here.

We should go to the police.

She doesn't want anyone to know.

I don't know how we're
gonna keep this a secret.

One thing about the Rez...

that's where things go to disappear.

Don't go in the house!

Ah...

I got you another.

- Mornin'.
- Eh.

What does the day bring us?

No tellin', Rip, but I know...

I know this is the best it'll be.

Well, I guess it's all kind
of downhill from here, huh?

- Let's go to work.
- Yes, sir.

- Whoa, whoa!
- Hey, let's go!

Jimmy, get your shit together.

Start to move now. Come on.

Yep.

I'll keep you posted, but now...

Yeah, I don't know.

Seal this whole area off.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

How big of an area are
you talking about here?

Look, I gotta get a drill
in the ground today.

I don't think you're
gonna be drilling today.

Look, for all we know,

these bones are goddamn relics.

You said the hole was new.

Doesn't mean the bones are.

If you thought these bones were old,

you'd have never called.

You'd have sold 'em on
eBay and kept on digging.

Hey, you know what? I'm
calling our attorney.

- This is bullshit.
- Yeah, knock yourself out.

You know what? Fuck that.

All right, this is a violation
of our lease agreement.

For all you know, these
are the bones of some

Mormon that got lost
and somebody scalped!

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, hey, hey, hey.

Looks pretty fuckin' fresh to me.

How big an area you want sealed?

To the fucking horizon.

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Rip, you got stragglers in the timber.

We're coming at you.

We got stragglers in the trees.
I want you to come with me.

- Uh...
- I ain't asking

your fucking permission,
Jimmy, I'm telling you.

Now let's go.

- Keep up, let's go.
- I thought you said

running the horses makes
the cattle nervous?

What do you think that chopper's doing?

Now let's go, keep up. Come on.

We got a pretty good
group down there, let's...

let's swing 'em out wide.

Oh, Jesus Christ.

Don't cut your horse.

Get up!

Somebody get Jimmy's horse.

Lloyd!

Help shit-for-brains with his horse.

Start drivin' em this way, God damn it!

Hey...

Hey, hey.

Hey...

Get a hold of the rein before
you take the rope off.

Okay.

At least you're starting
to walk like a cowboy.

I don't think I'm cut out for this.

Nobody is, Jimmy.

It's gotta be cut into you.

Where's your hat?

Well, find it. Don't
come back without it.

They'll never let you live it down.

Oh...

Where are the kids?

Watchin' a show.

You want me to finish all this?

Looks like a suicide.
It's not what it is.

No job, three kids,

no food.

And my dad certainly
can't take care of 'em.

We can't.

Samantha's parents, they do pretty good.

They got a nice house in Seattle.

Only problem is, they
won't speak to her.

Knew if she asked, they'd say no.

Now they can't say no.

It wasn't a suicide. It was a sacrifice.

Whoa...

Whoa.

Hey, whoa, whoa, whoa.

Come on. Come on.

Right.

When are they coming?

Noon, I think.

It's a long drive.

It'll be better for them.

Get far away from here.

But for here, it won't be long
before there's no one left.

'Course, that's been the
plan since the beginning.

If we're gonna remain a family,

we should probably leave too.

They win again.

Hey, can you do me a favor?

Take Tate out of here?

I just don't want him to
watch his cousins leave.

He'll ask questions I
don't know how to answer.

Where you want me to take him?

Just away.

Tate, come see your dad.

Hey.

Am I in trouble?

No, buddy.

Far from it.

You wanna go see your grandpa?

- Which one?
- Mine.

Watch her!

Close it up!

There's three more coming up, now.

Mr. Dutton.

Mr. Dutton!

Let's get that bald-faced bastard.

Hey, Lloyd. Lloyd!

Let's start moving these red-tag heifers

- into the trailers!
- Okay.

Uh-oh.

That ain't good.

If a horse moved beneath
me like that today,

my prostate would fall on the ground

right in front of me.

My son's gonna have his
hide for ridin' at all.

He's got colon cancer.

My boy's his doctor, and
he just cut two feet

out of his colon last week.

Damn.

She's asking for Mr. Jenkins.

Did you tell her there was no smoking?

- Yes, sir.
- Then why is she still smoking?

It's, um... I-I don't...

She made a rather
compelling argument, sir.

- Pardon me, ma'am.
- Ma'am?

Miss.

"Miss" should really only be applied

to a woman younger or just
reaching marrying age,

which, in the era this bullshit
became common vernacular,

was around 13.

And since I am clearly
beyond that milestone

and I'm clearly not married,

the proper term for me

would be "maiden."

But if you call me "maiden," Alfred,

I'm gonna stab you in the
eye with this fuckin' fork.

We have a no smoking policy.

Really?

Well, looks to me like the whole place

is smoking, Alfred.

Unless the policy's just
against me smoking,

which I find hard to believe

because I've never been here before.

- What do you want?
- To make a scene.

You ready to watch that happen?

I'll get Mr. Jenkins for you.

I'd appreciate it.

Hey, tattle-tale.

Bring me another.

And she wondered why

I wanted her to move away.

She's not wondering anymore.

Anything I can do, just
please let me know.

Hey, John.

What'd we say, Emmett?

That stallion was giving
you a hell of a time,

but you didn't give an inch.

I never do.

How you feelin', John?

Hungry and tired.

I mean long term.

' Cause... we need a Commissioner

that got clear eyes.

It's... it's a big fight
ahead of us, John.

Who told you?

Mickey said you got cancer.

Had, Emmett.

They cut it out.

We're not young men, John.

Maybe a younger man should step in.

Well, name the man.

You know him, Emmett?

No, I don't either. So
you're stuck with me.

So you're saying he got it all?

Yeah, he got it all.

Then we don't have to
talk about this again.

To anyone.

You understand?

You make sure Mickey understands it too.

How you doin'?

Don't know, yet.

This day keeps punching.

You?

Wife wanted me out of the house.

I've run out of ideas of
how to entertain this one.

Thought you might have a few.

I might.

How's the stallion treating you?

It's a gift that keeps on giving.

Looks like you're mine.

What do you want to do?

I wanna go to the river.

Come on.

Oh.

Death weren't everywhere these days,

I'd say it likes you.

Or your husband, at least.

Is he here?

Went into town, I think.

Hmm.

You know, the newspapers write about

all these random acts of violence.

But they're not random.

Not one.

They're all connected.

Like that.

To look at it, there's no pattern.

No beginning, no end.

It's easy to think a
random thing like that

just became.

All on its own.

But you and I know different.

We know a spider's behind it all.

Have Kayce come see
me when he gets home.

There you go, make sure they touch.

How's that?

All right, well...

Wood, right?

Can't have a fire without wood.

Little twigs first.

Nah, little bigger than that.

There you go.

Now just put all that in the middle.

We're gonna need a
little bit more, though.

There you go.

Look who's getting the hang of it.

Now we need bigger pieces.

I think you should carry the big ones.

Well, I'm supervising.

You gotta do it. It's your fire.

Hey.

Hey!

Hey!

Hey!

Hey!

Okay.

Okay.

Okay.

This is the best fire
starter in the world.

No... hey, hey!

Sit up for me. Okay.

- Ah!
- I know, buddy.

I know. Gotta get you warm.

Good thing we built a fire pit.

Yeah. Yeah.

All right, here we go.
We got Walsh Ranch,

yellow ear tags.

And Bar-3 ranch, we got
blue tags and brandin'.

Then the Parker ranch, we got...

Let's go.

Well, look who decided to show up.

You have a nice ride, Jimmy?

Open the gate, Fred.

... Bar-3 ranch.

Wonder which one's his mama?

Gee, I fucking wonder, Jimmy.

Put it in the pen.

Red, get on your horse.

That's as cowboy as it
gets, right there, Jimmy.

Hup, hup.

You're a fucking dip shit, Fred.

You feeling saucy, boy?

Stay the fuck down.

All right.

Okay. All right.

No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.

Ah!

Don't do this, man.

I'm gonna make it sting this time.

- Whoa, whoa, whoa.
- Okay, all right.

We're done here. You got him.

No, no, no, come on. No, Jimmy!

It's on you, Fred.

Think you proved your point, Fred.

Yeah, I think he's got it.

I told him to fuckin' stay down.

Fred! Fuck!

Oof!

What's the rule about fighting, Fred?

You wanna fight somebody,
you come fight me!

I'll fight you all goddamn day!

I'm the one that started it!

It wasn't him, it was me!

You see this?

You know what this means?

This means "don't fucking touch," Fred!

Don't fucking touch.

Now you guys can go get the
supper that you didn't earn.

Get out of here.

Get out of here.

I didn't start it, he said it.

Ah...

If you ever hit a branded man again,

I'll kill you, Fred.

I'll kill you, Fred.

These guys, they just work here, Jimmy.

You'll see a thousand
of them come and go.

But not us.

We die here.

This is your family.

We're your family.

All right.

Jimmy's no longer cleaning
the stalls, Fred.

That's your job.

No.

No, I ain't cleaning no goddamn stall.

Lloyd?

Give this man his week's wages,

and get this piece of
shit off the ranch.

Get to the fuckin' bunkhouse.

They come and go, Jimmy.

But not us.

- I gotta wash up.
- Mm-mm.

No, no.

You go have your supper,

and you make them look at you.

Now go on.

- What do you want?
- I need a horse.

They ain't back yet.

Oh, God.

What happened?

Oh.

Well, I...

I got in a sword fight.

Yeah, I was riding...

Riding through the forest,
and this goblin jumped out

with a dadgum sword and he s...

stuck me right in the belly.

What did you do?

Well...

On this particular day,
I happened to have

a sword of my own.

So I jumped off my horse

and pulled out that sword

and stuck him right in the belly.

Boy, am I gonna miss you.

Where are you going?

Nowhere, but...

You're gonna grow up and
I'm gonna grow old, and...

I'll just be this old,
shriveled raisin in the corner

telling you stories you
don't want to hear.

But that's life.

That's the way of it.

We'll always have today.

Yeah.

Bastards can't take that away from us.

Nope.

What's a bastard?

What are you doing?

You came up to me, remember?

- My family lives here.
- Mm.

Well, I guess we should
go somewhere else.

Look, I, uh...

I know I caught you off-guard, so...

if you wanna slip around a corner

and pop a Viagra, I know
a great bar we can go

to wait for it to kick in.

Meet me out front.

Mr. Jenkins is taking
care of your drinks.

I wouldn't let that cocksucker pay

for my funeral.

Your dad is gonna be real mad at me.

And he's got every right
to be, so I don't want you

sticking up for me, no
matter what he says.

- You understand?
- Mm-hmm.

But you saved me.

I saved you from the
situation I put you in.

I don't know what that means.

And you won't till
your father gets here.

Cleaned it best I could,
but he needs stitches.

What happened?

I fell in the river,
and Grandpa saved me.

Why was he near a river?

Come on, buddy.

I had to get rid of a wrangler today.

Yeah?

- Which one?
- Fred.

- What'd he do?
- Ah, he worked over Jimmy.

Well, good riddance. I
always took him for a bully.

Yeah, that and a loudmouth too.

You know, I could drop
him at the bus station,

but he's been here a
while. He's seen a lot.

Train station's where I'd leave him.

Well, you run the bunkhouse, Rip.

Do what's best for the ranch.

Replace him with someone
who wears a brand.

You got a cowboy in mind?

Do it like my daddy did it:

get somebody from the prison.

All right. Just, uh...

Uh, anyone?

Brand isn't something you earn,

it's something you live up to.

Think you deserved it
when I gave it to you?

Look at you now.

Boy okay?

Boy's fine.

You okay?

I almost lost him.

Mm.

Well, it's hard to measure "almost,"

because "almost" doesn't matter.

Yeah, well, isn't that wise.

Who told you that?

You did, sir.

I'll have your, uh, supper waiting.

Beer?

Yeah.

You ever been to a place like this?

No.

It's a real tightrope for men.

You act too meek,

the whole place will eat you alive.

You act too strong,

whole place will test you.

My grandmother used to wear
pants like that to church.

Thanks for the beer.

You look like you're worth
a ride around the arena.

Yeah? Think you could stay on?

Fistful of that hair, I guarantee it.

Okay, okay, you can't
talk to her like...

Get your fuckin' hands off me.

Actually, he's right.

You can't talk to me like that.

Well...

Better have a big pistol in that purse.

I do. It's called my name.

Beth Dutton. What's yours?

We should leave.

Quittin' already?

We're gonna get killed in here.

No, just you.

Watch this.

This guy here, he says
he don't like the way

you're looking at me.

- The fuck you say, boy?
- I didn't say anything.

You got something to
say, God damn say it.

I have nothing to say.

How does a pussy like you

end up with someone like her?

He ain't got me yet.

Who you calling a pussy, huh?

Y'all gonna get me thrown in jail.

Yeah.

Not sure this is your crowd.

This is why you brought me here?

I just wanted

to eliminate any illusion you might have

about the West being won.

We're leaving.

Oh, I'll get my own ride, thanks.

Come this... this
place'll tear you apart.

Come on, let's go.

Look at you.

Look how broken you are,

and we haven't even kissed yet.

I thought you'd be tougher.

Stay.

Stay with your people.

Best of luck.

- Hey, Mama.
- Hi, baby.

I fell in the river.

- I heard.
- It doesn't even hurt, Mama.

They gave me a shot right in my face.

You're such a big boy.

Don't be too hard on yourselves.

Kids fall, they get up.

God made 'em like rubber for a reason.

You could have lost him.

Stupid...

Boy by a river...

You lost him.

Fuck this ranch.

Fuck John Dutton and fuck you.

Where we goin'?

Train station.

The fuck are you doing?

What are you doing? This ain't
no goddamn train station!

Sure it is.

- A long, black train.
- No...

Open the glove box.

In front of our son?

Let's face it, baby.

We're out of places to hide.

Get out of the vehicle

with your hands up.

Turn around until I tell you to stop.

Stop.

Walk backwards towards
the sound of my voice.

I love you.

I love you too.

- It's okay.
- Stop.

Go ahead and get down on both knees.

- Where's Daddy?
- Put your hands

on the concrete in front of you.

Walk your body out so it's flat.

Cuffing.

You're in my seat. Get out of here.

- Sorry.
- Yeah.

Kinda shit you get into tonight?

When you go to war with someone, Rip,

you want 'em emotional.

You want 'em angry.

The more they feel, the less they think.

But I guess you know
that already, don't ya?

This is almost like a music festival.

- You want a beer?
- sure.

You look good in neon.

Who doesn't?

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