All language subtitles for Yellowstone.2018.S03E02.Freight.Trains.and.Monsters.1080p.BluRay.REMUX.AVC.TrueHD.5.1-EPSiLON

I overslept.

Yeah, well, you...

You slept. That's what matters.

Is it too late to go fishing now?

Trout are like...
They're like bankers.

They don't do a damn thing
in the morning.

Can I try some?

Nah. It'll stunt your growth.

What does that mean?

Means it'll make you short.

I'm already short.

Yeah, well,

not as short as you'll be
if you drink coffee.

Why don't you bring the net
if you're planning on a big one.

Why can't we live right here?

Like this. All the time.

You know, I ask myself the same thing,
Grandson, every day.

Every day.

You ever had fried bread?

Mmm-mmm.

My mother used to make it
for me when I was young.

Coffee?

Thanks.

So, what you want to do is you

take this bacon, put it down first.

Take the eggs, put them over the top.

Like that.

You hungry?

- Mmm.
- Come sit.

You're not eating?

Beth, I ate hours ago.

I think I'll just watch you.

Mmm. Good.

Hey.

Hey, are you going up
to the summer camp?

Yeah, as soon as
I get these panniers full.

Cool if I ride with you?
I want to see my kid.

Monica, if you fall off,
they're gonna have my ass.

I won't fall off.

- But if you do...
- We ready?

She wants to ride up there with us.

All right, well, go grab her a horse.

All the good ones are up at camp.

The only thing left here is

a bunch of freight trains and monsters.

Well, what the fuck is wrong
with your horse, Jake?

Well, that's my horse.

Monica, get on Jake's horse.

- Come on.
- But...

We don't have time for this shit.

Just go get a horse. Let's go.

His horse seems a bit angry.

Yeah, a little bit.

Good job, Jake.

- Why did he pick that one?
- You know what, Monica?

He ain't the sharpest tool
in the shed, let me tell you.

I want my goddamn good horse back!

Oh, now that looks fun.

Monica, I don't think
he's having too much fun.

Hey. Hey, Monica, goddamn it.

Well, it doesn't matter then, does it?

Just get it done, okay?

Whoa.

Well, that's exactly how you do it.

Look at you.

Don't even need a chuck wagon.

We need a lemon.

There's a big bag of them on the wagon.

I'll get it.

Aye. Goddamn it.

Yeah?

No. Not what I said. Mmm-mmm.

Can you hear me?

Hello?

Grandpa.

One slice or two?

- I'd go two.
- Okay.

Goddamn it.

Yeah.

Work follows you
wherever you go, Grandpa.

Truer words were never spoken.

Yeah?

No, the BLM transfers with the sale.

They have to reapply. That's right.

Hello?

Goddamn it.

Hey.

Everything moves up here.

I want everything up here.

The tents. The fire.

The whole goddamn everything.

Is this a better camp?

Let's see.

Yep, this camp is much better.

Livestock Commission,
how can I help you?

Just one moment, let me check.

- Morning, Jamie.
- Good morning, Helen.

Sweet Grass County attorney on line one.

- Put him through?
- Sure.

I'll put you right through.

All right.

Hey, Randy.

You hear about these barrel racers
got their rigs stolen?

No.

These two girls
loaded up their horses,

were making one last check
in the stalls,

and got jumped by a couple of guys.

Worked 'em pretty good,

locked 'em in a horse stall,
drove off in their rigs.

Took their trucks, trailers,
horses, saddles, everything.

Jesus.

Since horses were stolen,
sort of falls into your court, too.

I'm short-handed on deputies.

Can you spare an agent?

Yeah, I'll send you one.

You'll make a lot of friends
if we handle this the right way.

Um... What's the right way?

The right way sends a message.

You know what I mean?

I know what you mean.

Helen, could you have Agent Hendon

come by the office, please?

Look.

Mama!

Oh, look at you, baby. You having fun?

Yeah.

All we do is fish and eat
and fish and eat.

That's just what
the doctor ordered, huh?

Yeah. No better medicine.

Where's your dad?

Looking for wolves.

Well, that sounds ominous.
Which way?

I bet he's that way.

Didn't think that one was broke, Jake.

By God, after a day like today he is.

Yeah, I see that.

That's how we used to do it.

Yeah, well, never should have stopped.

Mmm.

Well, sir, I wanted to... thank you.

You know, I just haven't had, uh...

been the right time.

No need. You deserve that house, Rip.

No, sir, I'm, uh...

I'm talking about the letter.

Nobody's ever given me
anything like that before.

Anyways, if we're gonna
stake that summer,

we ought to get some
more wranglers, you know?

We're gonna run out of hands
pretty quick around here.

What happened to that girl you hired?

She's a drifter. Drifters drift.
You know how it is.

Yeah. Probably for the best.

Girl in the bunkhouse
was a disaster waiting to happen.

She actually, uh,
she kept the bunkhouse pretty honest.

- That a fact?
- Yes, sir.

I'll leave it to you.
You run the bunkhouse.

Sir, does Kayce know that?

It was Kayce's idea.

I'll let you know what I find.

You do that.

Hey, if you, uh...

You hire another girl,
she needs to be mean or ugly.

One of the two.

Last thing I need
is a love-struck cowboy

climbing in the wrong bunk,
know what I mean?

Mean or ugly. Yes, sir.

Everything all right?

Well... There's no one at the house.

No one at the barn.

Just feeling kinda lonely.

Lonely, huh?

Yeah.

Well, we can't have that.

- Can't do that.
- No.

What do we do?

You are one lucky son of a bitch,

you show up now.

Baby, what do we do?

If he wants to watch,
we just let him watch.

Look at him. He's sleeping.

Yeah, I know.

Oh, I never thought he'd sleep again.

I thought the same thing.

I wish our lives were like this
every day.

Just like this.

It can be.

No, it can't.

It used to be.

But now the way we used to live
for a million years is...

It's just an event.

Something we do on weekends or holidays.

I could do this every day of my life
just like this.

If that's what you want, just say it.

That's what I want.

Okay.

Then I promise
I'll find a way to give it to you.

I'll find the patience to wait.

It won't be easy, you know?

You'll have to give up a lot.

Baby, nothing's easy with you.

And I've given up everything I got.

I knew the stars would help him.

Lost your pack, huh?

You don't know where to go.

You're looking for friends.

Look at me...

and know that I am
not your friend.

I'm your enemy.

Whether I like it or not, I am.

There's nothing for you here, okay?

I'll give you the forest,
but the valley is mine.

The cattle are mine.

If you try to take 'em, I'll kill you.

My father could do that...

Talk to animals and they'd listen.

I'm not sure if he was listening.

He was listening, son.

Sorry to wake you.

You didn't wake me.

You hear that river?

There's seven billion people
on the planet,

not one of them know I'm here.

Not one.

Not a goddamn soul.

Good night, Dad.

I love you.

Shouldn't surprise you they bought it.
Wish we'd bought it.

It doesn't surprise me
they bought it.

Surprises me they knew about it.

I mean, if a company this big

wants to develop in this valley,

we are the first call, right?

But we weren't.

And now I have New York attorneys

swaggering through our fucking fields.

Who is Market Equities'
main competition?

MGM. Marriott.

Then what does Marriott own
that they don't?

A ski resort?

But we're an hour and a half
from an airport, Bob.

It's too remote for...

Okay, they're not taking over a resort.

They're building an airport.

But there's no reason
to build an airport,

because there is no ski resort.

Who do you know
at the Department of the Interior?

I know the Secretary of the Interior.

Call him.
Find out if they gave them a lease.

They're building an airport

and a ski resort...

And then they're gonna build
a city around it.

Buy everything you can
around them, Beth.

Everything.

How the fuck did they know
about this place? Huh?

I mean, does Chase manage their funds?

- Goldman, I think.
- All right.

Who's the big, swinging dick
in hedge funds over there?

Who runs the hot hedge funds at Goldman?

There's Micah Greenberg's fund,
and Roarke Morris.

His fund's on fire.

All right, who's heavy in real estate?

Roarke.

He bridges lines of credit
on resort properties,

then sells them to his fund.

Fucking shell game.

All right, what's his first name?

Roarke.

That's his first name?

Not a fucking first name.

You've got to be fucking kidding me.

You know him?

Um, it's like Lucille Ball
and Fabio had a kid

and I have to go make
a fucking deal with him.

Goddamn it!

Uh, Susan, would you, uh...

get me the address
for Cross Creek Ranch, please.

Coming your way.

Let me go talk to dip-fuck first,
see what their plans are.

Call you later.

Market Equities.

Schwartz & Meyer.

You're Bob Schwartz's girl.

I'm nobody's girl.

You're somebody's girl.

Okay, let's stop speaking
in Billy Joel songs

for starters, okay?

The Sporting Club.

- Jackson Browne.
- What?

"Somebody's Girl," Jackson Browne.

Okay, my mistake,
you fucking cheese dick.

- The Sporting Club.
- Yeah?

Good place for an airport.

It is.

What kind of airport?

Is it the kind of airport for you
and your buddies' Gulfstreams?

Thinking a little bigger than that.

How much bigger?

Two terminals. Fifty-two gates.

Why here?

Wind. For one. There isn't much.

Could build northeast
of Livingston, but...

too much wind.

And let's be honest,
people don't want to fly,

then drive another hour to ski.

It's why Big Sky never took off.

It's the largest mountain in America.

The best snow in this hemisphere
and the slopes are empty

because of the drive.

People are just that goddamn lazy.

Did you secure a forest service lease?

I didn't secure anything.

I manage a fund
that invests their capital.

I sit on the board
so I know what's happening,

but I don't control what's happening.

Hmm.

You, on the other hand...

Militias and casino owners
killing their competition.

It's fucking fascinating.

The Old West. Still wild!

Not anymore.

Not when we get here.

All that shit stops.

Think so, do you?

Pretend your family doesn't live here.

Pretend you don't know anything
about this place.

What would your end game be?

I'd turn it into Park City.

Now you're talking.
Dan Jenkins was a smart guy.

But his dreams just weren't big enough.

Why dream about building golf courses

when you can build cities?

And you, your family's
the largest landowner in the valley,

you've made Schwartz & Meyer
the second largest.

Don't play babe in the woods with me.

You've been head-hunting
since Salt Lake.

I feel ridiculous asking this,
but I'm just so curious about

how your pickled mind works.

Have you given any thought at all

to the ranchers who live here?

What'll happen to them?

What'll happen to them?

They won't have to be ranchers anymore

because they're all so fucking rich.

Good answer.

My dad told me once:

there will come a day

when the only noble job left is fishing

because no one's figured out a way
to own the ocean.

- Yet.
- That's right.

I'm working on it.

I bet you are.

Mind the flowers when you leave.

Will do.

Mmm.

I like this girl.

Hey, fuck. You buying, cow lover?

Go get my rope,
you country-sound muh-fucker!

That Spanish?

I don't know.

I'll tell you one thing though:
she's a hand.

You hear me,
motherfucker!

Fuck you bad later.

Ride the hair off a horse,
that's for damn sure.

But we need someone
who can speak English.

Hey! Yo!

Where'd you learn to cowboy?

I been fuckin' pullin' and draggin'

since I could bounce piss off a rock.

That ain't Spanish. She's Texan.

That ain't Texan. That's gibberish.

No, I'm telling you, it's Texan.

I can smell 'em a mile away.
What's your name?

Teeter.

What's that?

Tee-ter.

- Did you hear that?
- I think she's saying "Peter".

Your name Peter?

Do I look like my fucking name is Peter,

you skunk-hard motherfucker?

She just called me a motherfucker.

You understood, that, didn't you,

you bow-legged bastard?

Hey, you look like you all got
bent over on one of them

nurse things, fucked up the ass
'til your knees buckled.

This is the kind of girl
that got drove to high school

wearing a damn hockey helmet.

She's gonna go through
the bunkhouse like wildfire.

She's perfect. Trust me. Hire her.

What is this?

Oh, a little job fair.
That's all.

Hiring cowgirls now?

We're equal opportunity
here at Yellowstone.

Plus, women work twice as hard
and eat half as much.

Wow. You're a real
renaissance man, you know that?

Don't tell anybody, now.

Seen my father?

Yeah, he's up at summer camp.
With everyone else.

He's not answering his phone.

Well, that's by design.

Something wrong?

I can get a message to him if you want.

No, nothing's wrong.

It's just life.

Always changing.

The one thing he doesn't want it to do.

See you soon.

Maybe.

We're well past playing hard to get,
don't you think, Beth?

You and me, we're never past
playing hard to get, baby.

Folks, Black Round 1.

Start in 30 minutes.
Black Round 1 in 30 minutes.

But first, let's get the kids out there.

Do some mutton bustin'.

Well, I'm not trying to get in the way

Minding my own, got nothing to say

About nobody

That's right, nobody

You get a good look
at who did it?

Yeah.

Yeah, it was those sons of bitches
over there.

Where you holding 'em?

Couple bull riders saw 'em
getting in her truck.

- Tackled 'em and held 'em for us.
- Mmm-hmm.

- They're in the horse stall.
- Okay.

These fuckers need to learn a lesson.

Something they'll tell every criminal

in county jail who'll listen.

You got any ideas?

Can't do it here.
There's too many people.

I got an idea.

- Yeah?
- Yeah.

Ma'am.

Excuse me, ma'am?

Do you mind if I see if they did
any damage to your truck and trailer?

- Sure.
- May I see your keys?

Great, which rig is it?

It's the black one with the black truck.

Okay.

I want you to grab those pieces of shit.

I want you to meet me at the trailer.

You keep those zips on, okay?

- Got it.
- Go.

...on you like stink on shit

And you better let a sleeping dog lie

Soon you come to understand why

Hey, you gonna get bit
right between the eyes

If you don't let a sleeping dog lie

Hey.

Look up here, assholes.

I oughta hang you for what you did.

But this could be
a teaching moment if you let it.

Oh, yeah

You got me feeling like a Saturday night

You got me buzzing
like a Miller Lite sign

No last call inside

Ha!

Ha-ha!

Does it hurt?

Yeah, I said a party like you

Oh, I said party like you, girl

A party like you

Fucker!

I think they learned their lesson.

Good. Let's take these assholes to jail.

All right, boys.

Holy shit. What the hell did you do?

Always fucking something.

What in the fuck are you doing now?

In 35 years, I have never
been alone on this ranch.

And we're all alone, Rip.

We can do whatever we want.

Baby, you've been doing
whatever you want

your whole damn life.

But no one can see us.

We could take off all our clothes,

we could go run
naked through the field.

No one will know about it.

I'll tell you what.
Why don't you run butt-ass naked

through that field,
and I'll sit here in my jeans

and I'll watch you do it,
what do you say?

Is there anything you ever wanted to do,

but you didn't do
because everybody would watch you

or question you
and now doing it is in spite of them

and it's about something else

and the moment you imagined

is not the moment that you were living?

Does that make sense to you?

Hmm.

Honestly, I don't even know
what you just said.

You know, there's something
I want to do.

Just, uh, just stay there.

This sounds interesting.

Put your toes down in the water

And a smile across your face

Tell me that you love me

Lovely Lady May

We're fucking in the dirt, aren't we?

Mmm, maybe in a little bit.

That your hands have ever held

Darlin', I could love you well

First we're gonna dance.

I've seen my share of trouble

And I've held my weight in shame

But I'm baptized in your name

Lovely Lady May

Any more biscuits?

Yeah, well, I think there's plenty.

There you go.

I'm gonna need more than that.

All right.

Another one.

You're just...
You're just like your father.

Here.

You know, my wife...

she used to make two Dutch ovens
full of biscuits:

one for your father
and one for the rest of us.

He'd stand right by the fire
and ask his mother, "How long?"

She'd say, "Five more minutes."

Which just meant "soon" to my wife.

It didn't mean five minutes.

Didn't mean 30 minutes sometimes...

He'd stomp off and pout

and walk away and come back

and ask again and that shit
would go on for an hour.

And when they were finally ready,

he'd take a plate of biscuits,
nothing else,

and he'd just go sit
at the edge of the firelight

with his back to us
and he'd just go at it

with both his hands.

They were really good.

Why is that funny?
They were really good.

Like a wild dog.

After an hour of standing
over that Dutch oven,

she'd sit beside me...

her hair a mess, smelling like smoke,
madder than hell

because she hated cooking
them damn biscuits.

And I looked at her and said,

"Sweetheart, he'll eat anything
you put in front of him.

"Just make him something else
that doesn't take all night."

Your mom looked at me
and she said, "I know.

"But if I don't make 'em,
I can't watch him eat 'em."

And then she went to the tent,

laid down and fell asleep.

We were branding,
so I was up before her.

That was the last thing
she ever said to me.

Branding cattle on her goddamn birthday.

Makes you wonder the point of it all.

Find someone you love so much
just to lose them.

I'd like to believe
there's a plan to it all, but I...

I don't see a plan.

That's just 'cause we're inside it, Dad.

We see the plan.

We're standing on it.

Yeah. Guess we are.

This is a collect call
from the Sweet Grass Valleyjail.

Please press one to accept this call.

Comm... Commissioner Dutton, sir?

Agent Hendon?

Is everything okay?

Um, no, sir, it's not. Um...

I, um... I've got a...

Sir, we have a problem.

Commissioner Dutton, sir?

I'm condemned
I'm condemned

Oh, my heart is on the mend

Nobody gives a damn about me

You can tell me that you love me

'Til your little lungs turn blue

But I'm always alone when I fall asleep

Lord knows no glory in the fall

If no one's around at the end of it all