♪ MTV ♪
♪ slow, determined music ♪
♪
[Rip] Check on those reindeer stalls.
Make sure those shavings are extra deep, now.
Yes, sir.
Hey, baby.
Carter.
I want you to wash and wax the tractors.
Okay? And the maintainers.
Everything needs to be fucking shiny.
- Yes, ma'am. - Thank you.
What?
How am I supposed to run a ranch
if you sell everything we own?
Well, a business shouldn't own anything outright, Rip.
You put a mortgage on the land,
you get a chattel loan for the horses and the cattle,
auto loans for the trucks,
equipment loans for the tractors.
You service the loans with the mortgage,
and you service the mortgager with the proceeds of the sales
of the horses and the cattle.
And you never pay any income tax
'cause you never show a fucking profit
no matter how much money the ranch makes.
You can't make enough on cattle to service debt, Beth.
On a ten-year cycle,
you're gonna lose money three years,
you're gonna make money three years,
and you're gonna break even three years.
That leaves you one year
to decide whether the ranch makes profit.
That's not a business model, Rip.
That's a pipe dream.
- [sighs] - What are you doing
with all those horses in Texas, by the way?
Travis is bringing a bunch of 'em up here, but...
the big-money horses, he's gonna sell down there.
He's got one showing tonight.
- Tonight? - Mm-hmm.
Fuck.
Hey, can you do me a favor?
See if there's a dead leg to-- Where the fuck is Travis?
Outside of Weatherford.
Weatherford, Texas, today.
Great. I owe you one. Thanks.
- You going to Texas now? - Yeah.
I trust that slick motherfucker as far as I can throw him.
Travis would never cheat us out of a horse deal.
And I don't want you around him without me.
So you trust him to sell million-dollar horses,
but you don't trust him around your wife without you?
Honey, he's a horse trainer.
He'd try to fuck you in front of me if he could.
Horse trainers are like Corriente bulls.
Well, lucky for me,
I got a cattle prod. [imitates taser]
- You've been warned. - I'll see you tonight.
♪ sweeping orchestral music ♪
♪
[sighs]
Look what they're doing to it, Mo.
And there's nothing I can do to stop it.
Nothing legal, anyway.
It's up to the people now.
What can the people do?
It's hard to build a pipeline if you don't have any pipe.
That's declaring war.
We're already at war. For 160 years.
Our side just stopped fighting.
[newscaster] Now to the Big Sky Country of Montana,
the physical manifestation of the American dream.
Towering peaks, clear mountain streams,
the gateway to our nation's first national park.
And a governor who-- now, it appears-- was murdered
over the cancellation
of a multibillion-dollar planned community
financed by one of the largest
private equity firms in the world.
Everyone thinks it's the son.
The son wasn't gunned down in broad daylight.
I think we need to consider the possibility
Sarah Atwood was involved, or...
at least had knowledge.
I think we bring in an outside firm...
[shouting in hallway]
...and we start getting some...
some separation. Hang on.
[shouting in hallway continues]
[sighs]
- What is this now? - [door opens]
Everyone here needs to vacate this building.
I assume you have a warrant.
Bet your ass I got a warrant.
[indistinct chatter]
What's your position here?
I'm chief counsel.
Did Sarah Atwood have an office on these premises?
She did.
Will you take me there, please?
♪ slow, determined music ♪
♪
[newscaster] To recap, Sarah Atwood,
an attorney employed by the Paradise Valley Development arm
of Market Equities PE Fund,
was shot and killed on Wednesday
in a brazen daylight attack in Helena.
Her last known contact
was with Montana Attorney General Jamie Dutton,
a strong advocate for the development
his father canceled prior to his death.
Speculation of repeated sexual encounters
between the attorney general and Ms. Atwood,
including one such tryst
in the exclusive Deerfield Club, have been uncovered.
In addition, evidence has now surfaced
that the attorney general stood to benefit
from a lease of land at the center of the development.
How?
How could you know that?!
What evidence? What?
Who the fuck are you talking to?
♪ dark music ♪
[phone buzzing]
♪
You having fun yet?
You destroy me, you destroy yourself.
You destroy the entire family.
You soil our name in perpetuity.
You lose everything.
You lose the ranch, you lose your freedom.
Any legacy this family has earned is eradicated.
Stop referring to it as "our name."
It's not your name, Jamie. You have your own name.
Soon the whole world will know it.
Yeah, I know every secret, Beth.
I know all of 'em! I know all of yours.
I know all of his. I know all of Kayce's.
Think about it.
Remember what I said, Jamie.
And unlike you, I keep my promises.
[phone clicks]
[sets phone down]
♪ pulsing, dramatic music ♪
♪
♪ grand, sweeping music ♪
♪
[engine shuts off]
What did you do?
I showed the people who came after my father
what happens if they come after you,
or Tate or any of us.
And now they understand.
We walk away from this place, I don't want it following us.
Is that what we're doing?
Are we... are we walking away?
I've been trying my whole life.
Finally gonna do it.
[door opens]
♪ quiet music ♪
♪
[engine shuts off]
[Jake] Think this is for the funeral?
Ain't never seen no bleachers at a funeral.
- It's for an auction. - What are they auctioning?
Everything, from the looks of it.
Hey. I got this.
He was my best friend.
I know.
That's why I got it, amigo.
It's empty.
[Lloyd clears throat]
Should've shot that rank sumbitch in the pasture.
Well, I wish we had.
We shot him as soon as we could.
Not soon enough.
Hating that horse ain't gonna help. [sighs]
Some just ain't meant to be tamed, and...
some ain't meant to be wild.
Hell, it was over before Colby knew it happened.
One minute, he was out there doing what he loved, and...
...next minute, he was gone.
Gone from us, anyway.
Maybe he's still out there, doing what he loves.
You know what I mean?
And now he gets to do it forever.
I didn't let 'em mail everything.
[exhales]
Thank you.
Let's go to work while there's still
some work to do around here.
Yeah.
♪ slow, melancholy music ♪
♪
[inhales sharply]
[exhales]
[distant shouting]
- Pretty nice two-year-old now. - Yeah. Whoa.
- Keep her loping, will you? - You bet.
[Rip] Say, Ryan.
That ought to pay a lot of taxes.
I think the notion of a lot of taxes is about
- to change around here. - So what's the plan?
Well, there ain't much of a plan.
If it ain't nailed down, it's getting sold.
Should we be looking for jobs?
I mean, there won't be much but day work around here.
Now, I'm asking everyone to stay until after the auction.
I'm gonna keep Lloyd and the boy.
The rest of you shouldn't have any trouble
finding a new outfit.
How did Colby get kicked in a stall?
Well, the boy got cornered by that stud,
and Colby went in and tried to help him.
- He hit a hoof. - [sighs softly]
Ryan, there's a reason why we can't buy life insurance.
It's just cowboying. That's it.
Look, you've done good down in Texas,
and I want you to put "wagon boss" on your résumé now.
♪ soft, gentle guitar music ♪
♪
♪ grand, majestic music ♪
♪
Course he has his own flag.
Fucking asshole.
I come all the fucking way from Brazil.
We have a fucking plane to catch.
Where's your fucking guy? Come on, man.
Use your fucking phone. Talk to someone. [scoffs]
Is that your fucking guy?
- Can I help you? - Yeah.
I'm looking for Travis Wheatley.
He's at the main house.
Where is that?
Leave the way you came. Take a right.
First left, first right.
Road heads into the main house. Big white columns.
Got it. Thank you.
♪ "Sun Ain't Even Gone Down Yet" by Brothers Osborne ♪
♪ Sittin' on go since Monday ♪
[knocking]
♪ Damn near ran out of runway... ♪
- Hey. - Hi.
Um... I'm looking for Travis Wheatley.
You the masseuse?
Do I look like a fucking masseuse?
[chuckles softly] A very expensive one.
♪ That all-day buzz came creepin' in... ♪
[Travis] All right, here comes the river.
And it's a sevens.
There's a pair of sevens, pair of aces on the table.
All right, let's turn 'em over, girls, see what we got here.
- What do I have? - [Travis] Well,
Mackenzie, there's a reason that you're naked,
and it's... it's hands like that.
There's five aces out there. No wonder they're losing.
There's five aces on the table, but it's a--
In a big game, that can happen.
- Excuse me. - [Travis] It can happen.
What?! It can happen on a big game anyhow.
- Excuse me! - [laughter]
Sounds like an adult.
[Beth] When you're done
violating every fucking
workplace harassment law in existence, I'd like a word.
They don't work for me. I don't--
- Who do you work for? - Oh. My mistake.
I'm sure the judge will completely understand.
Well, if he's from this county, he will.
[woman] Do you want to play?
I would rather have a gasoline enema.
Travis, I thought you were showing our horses today.
Yeah, as soon as the buyers get here, I'm going to show 'em.
Bunch of fat Brazilians in tracksuits and jewelry?
That would be them, yeah.
They're in the parking lot of your fucking arena.
♪ We were headfirst in 'bout a quarter to ten... ♪
- Oh, fuck. We got to go, boys. - [Beth] Yeah.
I know what everyone has in here.
We'll get it handled.
I got to go this way. I'm getting a shirt.
I'll be right back, girly.
- [indistinct chatter] - ♪ The days about as good... ♪
Hey, you want a ride to the arena?
♪ And the sun ain't even gone down yet... ♪
You seem like a...
moderately-intelligent young woman.
How can you work for this fuck?
Oh, I would never work for a horse trainer.
Travis is my boyfriend.
I take the "intelligent" part back.
[chuckles softly]
♪ "Down the Road Tonight" by Hayes Carll ♪
- Thank you, Danica. - It's 200, right?
I don't have a turnback horse I'd sell you for 200,000.
It's two million, and you know it.
♪ Asphalt monkeys ♪
♪ Holy rollers, signal callers ♪
♪ Truck stop angels... ♪
I have to ask, 'cause I am fucking fascinated.
He is probably the most arrogant man
that I have ever met in my entire life.
Condescending, misogynistic, 25 years older than you.
Can you please explain the appeal?
You ever seen him ride before?
♪ Listen to Ray Wylie Hubbard ♪
♪ All going down the road tonight ♪
♪ Drunken angels, blacktop racers ♪
♪ Holy rollers, whiskey chasers ♪
♪ Lonestar drinkers, midnight ramblers ♪
♪ Dirt road divas, highway gamblers ♪
♪ Moonshine mamas... ♪
[whooping]
♪ Dalai Lamas, ol' pill poppers ♪
♪ High-school heroes, back-row preachers... ♪
- [man] Yeah! - Come on.
- Come on! - ♪ Tantric teachers ♪
♪ Teenage cuties politickin'... ♪
- Okay, yeah, I get it. - [chuckles softly]
[laughing]
♪ All going down... ♪
What do you think of that?
We'll take him.
I want a vet check.
[Travis] Well, now, hold on a second.
Let's see what the other buyers have to say.
- What other buyers? - So he's at two million.
You go 2.1?
Okay. Well, they're at 2.1.
- You didn't say other buyers. - Well,
when you go shopping for a house, do you think
you're the only one fucking shopping?
- It's 2.2 to you. - [sighs]
- Going once. - 2.2.
Okay, it's 2.2 You go 2.3?
Who are they?
That's just the maintenance crew.
They drag the arena.
- The maintenance crew. - Mm-hmm.
2.4.
Three million.
That's all.
No more back-and-forth.
Take it now, or shove it up your fucking ass.
[chuckles] He's your horse now, buddy.
You shove him anywhere you want him.
- Danica. - My God.
[Travis] Give them wire instructions.
Have them sign a purchase agreement,
and I'll see you at the house.
We're done!
- All right. - [indistinct chatter]
[Beth] Maintenance crew, huh?
Nice touch.
Yeah, they clean up pretty good, don't they?
- [soft chuckling] - [Beth] Well, what next?
Well, whenever you sell a horse for $3 million dollars,
you collect the money, you get the fuck out of there,
and then you go celebrate.
- Yes, sir. - Let's go.
You coming with us?
- Um... - [laughs]
♪ Me and Mama Casey's got a mind of our own ♪
♪ If you're looking for me, follow this road... ♪
[women yelp]
[women scream]
Un-fucking-believable.
I'd outgrown all this by the time I was in eighth grade.
It's rank.
Can you believe he sold that horse for $3 million dollars?
Yeah, old Travis, he's tricky.
There isn't a cooling-off period
in the horse business, is there?
Oh, hell no.
If that son of a bitch dies
on the way home in the trailer, he's not your problem.
But they'd have had him insured for five million
before they put him on there.
How bad did they get cheated?
Oh, they didn't get cheated at all.
Look, the toughest cuttings in the world happened
in that arena you were just in.
And that stud's won everything there is to win there.
And look, by the way, a horse is worth
what somebody's willing to pay for it.
I had a customer bring me a horse
they paid a million dollars for.
I couldn't sell pony rides
on the son of a bitch at the state fair.
I had another client bring me a horse
they paid $9,000 for at auction.
That one won 200,000,
put three babies in the Futurity Finals.
There's a lot of luck.
It's like a lottery ticket... if lottery tickets bucked.
This is the first adult conversation
I've since I've been here.
[chuckles] Yeah. Well,
they won't be solving any of
- the world's problems tonight. - [chuckles]
They might make some new ones, though.
Yeah. Certainly has that look to it.
Yeah.
[indistinct chatter]
- Hey, Travis. - [Travis] Mm-hmm.
When you're done partying like it's 1989, I'd like a word.
'89 was a pretty good year.
- [door closes] - [sighs]
[country music playing]
[Travis] You didn't want to go swimming?
We're gonna have chicken fights. And then I got a deep fryer.
We make corn dogs.
You are such a fucking asshole, it is almost attractive.
That's fair. I get that.
- Almost. - Yeah.
That's kind of part of my appeal.
I need you in Montana for the auction.
Well, the horses are on their way there now.
I'll be there tomorrow. You don't need me for that.
No, I need you for all that shit you just did in the arena.
All the fucking fireworks, all the fascinating mess
that people, for some reason, want to be part of.
And then they'll pay $3 million dollars to do it.
I don't have anyone who can do that.
I don't know anyone who can do that.
Look, I don't get paid a commission at an auction.
Well, did you make a commission tonight?
Of course I did.
How much?
Well, it's five percent to me.
It's five percent to the buyers...
Wait, I-I paid you $300,000 for that fucking circus?
When you do whatever you do, whatever you do,
you put together a stock dealer or close some kind
of business deal, you don't get a commission?
The circus is what you're paying for.
- This ain't nobody's hobby. - All right, Travis.
[exhales]
My husband--
your friend, remember?--
and I.
Our ranch, it is in trouble.
I need your help.
With the auction.
No commission.
Please.
I can tell that was hard for you to ask.
I respect that.
I have an idea.
[loud rock music playing]
We're gonna play cards for it.
[laughs] I know what you're thinking.
- [laughter] - [clamoring]
Hey, what are you wearing under that dress?
Just so I know how much you can bet.
My husband's gonna kill you...
with his bare fucking hands, Travis.
He is gonna tear out your heart with his hand.
- He's gonna find this funny. - Really?
He's gonna find it really funny. It is funny.
All right.
Take a look at mine.
Whew. That's a good hand.
- Do boots count? - Yeah, boots count.
Boots count.
Everything counts.
Okay, here we go.
- You didn't bet anything. - Uh, well,
I bet my commission, which is to say I'm all in.
One, two queens
and an ace.
I'm all in.
- Really? - Really.
Cocky, I like it, all right.
Burn another one.
And turning up another ace.
Got an ace under there? Huh, huh?
I don't think you do.
All right, one left.
Burn another one.
And we got a nine.
Don't think that nine helped.
Turn them over.
Oh, fucker did help, look at that.
Wow. Queens over nines, that's a monster hand.
What do I got? I got...
I got one of those.
- Oh. - Um, so I've already won.
With them aces over.
But then I got, I have another one.
With his bare fucking hands, Travis.
- Bet's a bet, here. - You know,
I hope you enjoy this, because this is probably
the last thing you're gonna fucking see.
I'm gonna make him a video.
- Fuck you. - I'm just kidding.
You don't got to strip for me.
Save it for your hubby.
I'm gonna get a flight out tomorrow morning.
- I'll be there by noon. - Wait, you're coming?
- Yeah. You asked me to help. - So what the fuck was this?
- I'm just fucking with you. - Travis, you're such a child.
Hey, we really are gonna have corn dogs.
Go play with your fucking friends, okay?
The corn dogs was real.
I'm gonna go get 'em right now.
There's a stripper pole in the garage.
Get over there in a bit.
Cowboy twilight zone.
[loud rock music playing]
You leaving?
As fast as I possibly can.
This is usually some pretty good watching.
You know, there's a term for that.
It's called a material witness.
[shouting]
♪
♪ somber music ♪
♪
Damn. Is that Charlie Ferguson up there?
Sure is.
Well, you pulled out all the stops, didn't you?
Well, I'm trying to think of everyone that meant
something to this place.
Give them a chance to send it off right.
It's gonna ball up Gator's shorts.
You know, these chuck wagon cooks,
they're as jealous as new wives.
Yeah.
Listen, there's something I wanted to talk to you about.
I want you to stay on.
All right?
Anything to stay on for...
Hell yeah, there is, when we build it back.
[sighs]
I've been here 43 years.
- Yeah. - It's my home.
Sure hated the thought of leaving.
Thank you, boss.
Means more to me than you know.
I know what it means to you.
That's why I asked.
♪
- [owl hoots] - [insects trilling]
What are you doing?
Trying to summon the courage.
So it's true.
Did I sleep with her?
Yes.
Did I have anything to do with my father?
No.
Nothing.
Let's not talk about this on the street.
Come inside.
[train whistle blows in distance]
James is asleep, so voices down, got it?
Got it.
You had nothing to do with your father?
Nothing?
Zero knowledge?
None.
Did she?
Did...
she?
I didn't know anything until after the fact.
As attorney general,
why didn't you arrest her, Jamie?
Because... [stammers]
...if she employed someone capable
of getting to my father--
and then look what they did to her the next day,
after the medical examiner changed their findings--
what are they willing to do next?
- [sighs] - P-Plus, I look complicit.
Oh, you are complicit.
Jamie, you are the definition of complicit.
Well, what do I do?
I-I-I don't know.
- [inhales sharply] - I don't know what to do.
What-what do I-- wh-what do I do?
[sighs]
♪ low, somber music ♪
♪
The only reason I am helping you
is because we share a child.
And your legacy is that child's legacy.
How do you know she was involved?
She told me.
Do you have any evidence?
Anything tying her to the murder?
Nothing.
So you don't know.
You just know what she told you.
Correct.
When they complete her autopsy,
will they find your DNA on her?
Very possible.
Will they find it in her?
No.
Call a press conference.
Launch an investigation into her death and your father's.
Clarify that you worked closely with her
to restore the development.
Steer into the crash on that.
Vehemently deny any affair
and blame those who insinuate it
on purposely spreading disinformation
and threaten them with obstruction of justice.
Praise your father's convictions.
Herald his love for Montana and its people.
Declare his death more than just a murder.
It is an outright defiance of the rule of law.
John Dutton's murder was more than just the murder of the man.
It was the murder of the citizens of Montana's right
to choose their representative,
and for them to freely execute the will of the people.
It was a murder of their freedom.
And you will avenge them.
And whatever you find in this investigation,
you make it public every step of the way.
You try and connect her to it.
No matter how thin the case, you must connect her to it.
If she did it...
...then it died with her.
[inhales deeply]
[exhales]
Thank you.
♪
This speech will determine the course of your life, Jamie.
Your political future is tethered to it.
[door closes]
♪ slow, somber music ♪
♪
[door creaks]
[fire crackling in fireplace]
[Rip] Oh, shit. [groans]
[Rip groaning]
Oh, Christ. I warned you.
Yeah, you didn't warn me enough.
- You get him sold? - Mm-hmm.
Yeah?
$3 million dollars.
Well, shit, you seem pretty pissed off
- for $3 million dollars, honey. - Yeah.
For the past five hours, there's just been one question
swirling around in my mind.
How is that smug prick your friend?
[chuckles]
Yeah.
Well, about 20 years ago,
he was, uh, training horses for your dad, and...
he took his help out to this bar,
and I was with this girl, dating her, and--
Oh, I want that bitch's name and last known address.
Well, there's a bunch of railroad workers there,
and one of 'em tried to cut in on my girl, and--
Oh, so now you're dancing with this fucking whore?
Honey, do you want me to finish the story?
Yeah, fine. Go ahead.
Okay.
Well, I told this guy to back off. He didn't.
And I introduced his fucking face to the floor.
And the next thing I know, the whole fucking bar stood up.
I mean, I'm talking about 20 of these son of a bitches.
So Travis comes over to me, and he's like,
"Amigo, you better get the fuck out of here."
And I'm like, "No shit." But now I'm surrounded.
So, one of these railroad workers walks over to Travis,
and he goes, "You better take a walk."
And Travis is like, "I can't do it.
You want to get to him, you got to come through me."
- Really? - Yeah.
So the next thing I remember, man, we're...
I mean, we're getting the shit kicked out of us.
We're on the ground getting kicked, stomped.
And I look over at Travis, and I'm like, "Is he smiling?"
And he goes, "Rip! I think we got 'em where we want 'em."
[both laugh]
So they toss us out of the fucking bar.
And we're in the street, and he's going,
"I'm going back in there to get my fucking hat."
- I'm like, "What?" Oh, Jesus. - [laughs]
So he goes in there in front of this whole group.
He's, like, looking around, and they're all looking at him
like he's fucking crazy.
And he finally finds his hat. He picks it up,
and one of the guys is kind of tucked over way--
Travis sees him, and he's wearing my hat.
And mind you, Travis has got his fucking nose broken,
fractured jaw, ribs busted.
He walks up, and he's just a bloody mess.
And he's looking at this fucking guy.
And finally, the guy just takes my hat off and hands it to him.
♪ slow, gentle music ♪
I mean, shit, Beth,
how many friends you got like that, you know?
Just you.
Mm.
[sighs]
You want to walk me through the strip poker?
Well, he's your friend.
Sure he'll tell you all about it.
[Rip laughs]
Oh, I'm sure he will.
♪ "Better Year" by Sam Barber ♪
♪ If it's late and you hear me calling tonight ♪
♪ But I ain't right there and you're wondering why ♪
♪ I've made my way to the severed seas ♪
♪ Where the sun burns hot and the wind does sing ♪
♪ Days away from where I left ♪
♪ There's heaven-sent eyes in a pickup bed ♪
♪ I'm trying harder to get on back ♪
♪ But the tide's moving in and God's pushing the raft ♪
[lively crowd chatter]
♪ A thousand miles have worn my feet ♪
♪ And the body I hold ain't getting sleep ♪
♪ Your sweet touch moving closer to me ♪
♪ Well, it ain't what I got, but it's what I need ♪
♪ Hold on, my dear ♪
♪ 'Cause I'm fighting like hell to face my fears ♪
♪ Someday I'll tame the fires that brought me here... ♪
[Monica] You really think
this will raise enough money to cover the taxes?
It won't even make a dent, Monica.
This money services the debt for the mortgage,
which will cover the taxes.
But it'll run out.
And we'll have to start selling off pieces to cover the debt.
Then who knows?
There is no solution.
We're just buying time while we look for it.
♪ That's a part of me I hope you do not meet... ♪
Uh, the coroner's office just called.
They're ready to release him.
They just want to know what funeral home.
Well, they got to send him here.
They don't send him anywhere.
Someone's got to go pick him up.
- No child should. - [Beth sighs]
I can arrange this.
Please.
Thank you.
♪ Hold on, my dear ♪
♪ 'Cause I'm fighting like hell... ♪
[breathing sharply]
♪ Someday I'll tame the fires that brought me here... ♪
Beth, what's happening?
They're bringing my dad home.
I want the funeral right after this.
- Who do you want to invite? - Nobody.
This is our last fucking circus, okay?
The funeral's for him and for him only.
Come here. Hey, it's okay.
Come here.
[auction manager over P.A.] Ladies and gentlemen,
welcome to the Yellowstone dispersal sale preview.
We'll begin with the dry work in lot number 44:
GT Shooter, a six-year-old stallion
by Gunners Tinseltown and out of the Hollywood Dun It mare.
He's already won over 140,000.
And, boy, that is a big bull- dragging-looking stud, ain't he?
Yeah, a lot... a lot of these performance horses,
they don't have the size for ranch work, but he sure does.
[auctioneer] Well, the Yellowstone
has always sought out a lot of bone for their horses.
Well, they need it, if you're gonna run up
and down these mountains all day. [laughs]
♪ "Get to Work Whiskey" by Ward Davis ♪
♪ Get to work, whiskey ♪
♪ Dig in with me ♪
♪ Drown these memories ♪
♪ Get me high ♪
♪ Give me your best shot ♪
♪ Whatever else you got ♪
♪ That woman done wrecked me, you got to fix me ♪
♪ Get to work, get to work, whiskey ♪
♪ Lately it seems like you been slacking ♪
♪ I expect results for what I paid ♪
♪ No, I don't want ♪
♪ To send you packing ♪
♪ But I'll crack the seal on old Jose, yeah ♪
♪ Let's not let it come to that ♪
♪ Fuck me up, what say you, Jack? ♪
♪ Oh ♪
♪ Get to work, whiskey ♪
♪ Dig in with me ♪
♪ Drown these memories ♪
♪ Get me high ♪
♪ Give me your best shot ♪
♪ Whatever else you got ♪
♪ That woman done wrecked me, you got to fix me ♪
♪ Get to work, get to work ♪
♪ Whiskey ♪
♪ Get to work, get to work, whiskey ♪
[Evan Felker] How are we doing, ladies and gentlemen?
We're the Turnpike Troubadours from Oklahoma.
Thanks for being so kind to us.
♪ Lorrie lit a cigarette and smiled and waved ♪
♪ The smoke out of her face ♪
♪ With black hair brown from the summer sun ♪
♪ Green eyes looked around the place ♪
♪ And she told me that she loved me, and I grinned ♪
♪ And grabbed her hand and I said, "I know" ♪
♪ Let's get from here now, darling ♪
♪ If we're going, let's go on and go ♪
Just day work around here now?
I'm afraid so.
[Gator] Hear Wagonhound, Sunlight, they're always looking
- for hands. - Yeah.
You got that new deal of Turner's, too.
Flying D.
- Now, that's buffalo, right? - Yeah.
You don't want to chase buffalo around?
- [laughs] - No, sir.
Hell, I'm going back to Tejas.
Sixes hiring?
Sorry.
Only married men work camps on the Sixes.
- Why only married men? - [Emily] 'Cause they don't want
a bunch of you coyotes chasing the vet techs to hell and back.
- [laughs] - You mean like that coyote
right there with his hand in your pocket?
- That's what I mean. [laughs] - [howls]
- [laughs] - Although, to be honest,
she did most of the chasing.
Hell, chase you with a broom maybe.
- [laughter] - Tell 'em the truth, baby.
- Tell 'em. - All right. No, I-I must admit,
I was smitten at first sight, for sure.
- [Jimmy] Thank you. - Must have been the way
you were holding that stallion's penis, baby.
- [laughter] - For veterinary purposes.
He keeps saying that, but...
I haven't heard that story yet.
There's my cowboy.
Oh, hell yeah.
Come here, you.
[laughs]
♪ Well, good lord, Lorrie... ♪
[chuckles]
♪ Could it go more wrong? ♪
Mmm. [chuckles]
[vocalizing]
[harmonica playing]
Missed you.
I missed you something awful.
[Walker and Laramie speaking indistinctly]
[Laramie chuckles]
[song ends]
[cheering, whistling]
- [indistinct chatter] - [country music playing faintly]
[sighs]
Hey.
So, remember what I told you, okay?
Keep tonight's drinks light.
You make tomorrow's doubles.
Yes, ma'am.
And if anyone gets loopy... [clicks tongue]
- Okay? - Got it.
Hungover bidders do not spend money.
I understand.
[speaking indistinctly]
See you later.
[bartender] You got it.
Uh, you know what, mm, I'll take this.
Thanks.
You in the market
for a rope horse?
[chuckles softly]
No, I just, um...
I just wanted to come see it.
I used to ride out here with your father.
When we were teenagers.
Well, I wonder which tree you rode to.
I don't have to wonder what you did once you got there.
[chuckles]
It's actually, like, right...
right around there.
- There? [scoffs] - Yeah.
You didn't get very far from the barn.
Oh, with your father,
just getting out of the barn was an accomplishment.
Did you know my mother?
Yeah. Very well.
I think I've been to more funerals...
on this ranch than anywhere else in the state.
You have it in you for another?
When all this is over,
I'm laying him to rest.
There won't be any...
spreads of food or 300 friends that he hasn't seen in 20 years.
Just his family, his cowboys, and...
you, if you want to come.
Yeah.
I'd be honored.
And I'll absolutely dread coming, but...
...but I will.
Yeah.
I'll dread it, too.
[crowd cheering, applauding]
[Turnpike Troubadours' "Pay No Rent" playing]
♪ Hear the clicking of the dominoes ♪
♪ Shaking up a game ♪
- ♪ If we lose a hand - [children laughing]
♪ I bet I'll know just who's to blame ♪
♪ But if we hear "21" ♪
♪ If we make that call... ♪
How you doing with all this? You okay?
♪ Just feeling ten feet tall... ♪
You want to dance?
Do I want to dance?
You do know how, right?
Well, I know how. Do you?
Yeah, I know how.
Well, why am I just now learning this? [chuckles]
♪ To really love someone ♪
♪ But when it comes back around ♪
♪ That's heaven on earth ♪
♪ You never know till the end, my friend ♪
♪ What your love is really worth ♪
♪ Are you cracking jokes with the common folks? ♪
♪ Are you serving to the well-to-do? ♪
♪ I've traveled round and I ain't found ♪
♪ Nobody quite like you ♪
♪ And is all this living ♪
♪ Meant to be or a happy accident? ♪
♪ In my heart you pay no rent, well, in my heart ♪
♪ You pay no rent... ♪
What are we doing?
Just... making memories here.
While we still can.
Beth told me her plan. Doesn't sound like one with a future.
Well, I have a different plan.
Mine guarantees a future.
Care to tell me what it is?
No.
Not telling anybody.
Not yet.
I know in my heart it's gonna work.
And I know it's the right thing.
♪ Are you serving to the well-to-do? ♪
♪ I've traveled round and I ain't found ♪
♪ Nobody quite like you ♪
♪ And is all this living meant to be ♪
♪ Or a happy accident? ♪
♪ In my heart you pay no rent ♪
♪ Well, in my heart you pay no rent ♪
♪
♪ Now we're shaking up the dominoes ♪
♪ Beneath the neon light ♪
♪ Knowing anybody else... ♪
I'm gonna be home late.
Yeah? Where you heading?
[sighs]
Women can't talk to men about their problems
'cause they just try to fix 'em.
Her problem can't be fixed, so...
She just needs someone who'll listen...
...let her know it's okay to keep on living.
♪ To the well-to-do? ♪
♪ I've traveled round and I ain't found ♪
♪ Nobody quite like you ♪
[sighs]
You know what I do when I'm really upset?
When my day can't get any worse?
I go to a bar.
Not a cowboy bar or a hole-in-the-wall.
But a bar for the tourists and the transplants.
Those rich fucking invaders that wrecked this place.
I go to the bar.
I order a drink.
And I sit there and I wait.
I wait for one of them fuckers to come pick me up.
And when they do...
[shudders]
...I slice them from pecker to sternum.
Metaphorically speaking, of course.
I don't know what that means.
You want to get drunk with me
and fuck with a bunch of out-of-towners?
Let me grab my hat.
Attagirl.
- [crickets chirping] - [soft jazz music playing]
[indistinct chatter]
[Teeter] This place is pretty fancy.
It's a great bar.
Garbage people.
Where are they all from?
L.A.
San Francisco.
New York.
All the failing cities of our nation.
They come here every summer,
like locusts,
buying up all the fucking houses,
saying they live here year-round
so they don't have to pay the taxes that they voted for.
[chuckles softly] All right.
We got one circling the decoys.
Put out a little more bait.
Hurry up.
Finish your drink.
[gulps]
[exhales]
[sniffs]
Get another round for these ladies.
Hi.
- [chuckles] - Hey.
- My name's Aaron. - [chuckles]
Of course it is.
- [chuckles] - Okay, let me guess,
Aaron.
Not Yale.
Right? You're too handsome
to have the GPA for an Ivy League school.
Penn State.
Yeah. You look like, uh, one of those guys
that picks the college for the football team.
[both chuckle]
Ivy League for grad school.
'Cause your dad paid for that.
And then you, uh... you traded
for Morgan Stanley or...
BofA.
You don't like to work hard enough for Goldman or Vanguard.
You've got a two-kid look about you.
But your wife, she fucking bailed
soon as the youngest was out of diapers.
She was tired of you fucking your interns, right?
She burned you so bad in the divorce,
you said, "I am never doing that again."
You moved to Miami the second you saw
your first surgical mask on Wall Street.
You never went back. You bought a condo.
You bought a fucking boat.
And you've just been banging all these wannabe models.
Just, you know, trying to fuck away that dick
you sucked that summer abroad.
- [clears throat] - But you know what they say,
Aaron?
You suck one cock, and you are a cocksucker for life.
Run along now.
I'm not paying for those drinks.
You got one of these, motherfucker?
Yeah, I didn't think so.
Are you psychic?
You just got to learn how to read
the tea leaves, Teeter.
Okay? That is all life is.
Hell, you're a witch.
Yeah, I'm a fucking witch.
Oh, we got another already.
Slam it.
You want to have a go?
Yeah, sure.
[sighs]
Those are empty.
That they are.
What are you drinking?
Your motherfucking ass
after I shove your head so far up it
you got heartburn in your fucking eyeball.
[man laughs] What the fuck?
Yeah, let's take the girl with Tourette's to the bar.
That'll be fun.
Teeter?
I showed his fucking ass.
I'm not sure this is the game for you.
Hey, thanks for taking me out.
I know you know how I'm feeling.
It ain't gonna make it go away, but...
[Beth] Nothing makes it go away.
There's a hole in your heart now.
There's a hole in mine, too.
How do I fix it?
Teeter, when I figure that out,
you will be the first to know.
♪ soaring banjo music ♪
♪
♪ O say does that ♪
♪ Star-spangled ♪
♪ Banner ♪
♪ Yet wave ♪
♪ O'er the land of the ♪
♪ Free ♪
♪ And the home ♪
♪ Of the ♪
♪ Brave? ♪
♪ slow, somber music ♪
♪
[auction manager] I ask you all to remain standing
as we honor a man who dedicated his life
to preserving our way of life.
Just as we honor a cowboy
who gave his life in service of that land and the livestock
that nourishes your body.
Dear Lord, we know you have already received them both.
That they look down on their family and friends
and know a love and peace that we all seek.
We know they look down and see us all hurting.
Hurting from their absence in our lives.
If John Dutton were here today,
his one hope would be that he inspired in you
the tenacity to persevere in a world that sees you,
the farmer, the rancher,
the food producers of this nation and the world,
as an obstacle
instead of the keystone to their very survival.
May we all learn from John Dutton's tireless defense
of your freedom and your purpose.
And may we look to the life of a cowboy,
Colby Mayfield.
Mountain valleys for an office,
a horse for his commute,
a rope for his chores, and a hat for shade.
That is freedom.
Colby died exercising that freedom,
and John Dutton died protecting it.
To both, we say farewell...
...and thank you.
♪
Please be seated.
♪
[crying]
All right, first horse of the day.
Somebody give me 200,000. Here we go.
Ten. 20. Bid 20,000.
[chanting] Anybody, anybody gonna be 30, then 40, then 50.
- Anybody gonna be 60. - [ringmen calling out]
Yes, 60,000. Anybody gonna be 70. 80.
- Gonna be 90... 100. - Three and a quarter...
Anybody gonna be... 125,000.
Anybody, anybody gonna... 150.
Anybody gonna be two. 200. 250.
Gonna be 300. 300.
[whoops]
Now have 350. [babbling]
Right quick now. 75.
375.
Gonna be 40. Anybody, anybody gonna be four?
Sold. 375,000. Thank you.
♪
[auctioneer chanting indistinctly]
- That's sold. 350,000. - [applause]
♪
[Carter] What now?
I mean, what are my chores now?
There's no horses to feed, no stalls to clean.
I don't know what I'm supposed to do.
I guess you sleep in.
[birds chirping]
Hey.
So, how'd we do?
It was big.
With the cattle, a little over 30 million.
Huh.
Buys us another year.
Longer if the rates come down.
It's good news, Kayce.
Well, the closest thing we're getting to good news this week.
Hmm.
[sighs]
Will you promise me something?
Anything.
Don't spend a dime of your money or anything that you've earned
on this place.
Not a dime. It...
You can't save it that way.
Yeah, I know.
You either.
I... I don't have any money.
Yeah, you... you do.
Little over 30 million.
[laughs softly]
Can I ask you a question? Business question?
Sure.
Let's take your car. Uh, how mu... how much is that worth?
Uh, it's leased, so it's not worth anything to me.
But if-if you owned it.
300,000.
And if you sold that to me
for one dollar, would that be illegal?
It would be stupid, but it wouldn't be illegal.
Okay, so I buy this car for one dollar,
and then I take this $300,000 car
- that I bought for one dollar... - [scoffs]
...and I register it.
What do I pay in sales tax?
Is it based off
what I paid or the value of the car?
- What are you cooking? - Just answer the question.
Tax is based on what you paid for it.
That's what I thought.
- [truck door closes] - [engine starts]
Why didn't I think of that?
Kayce!
[panting]
Who?
Give me a day, just to make sure.
You are smarter than you look, little brother.
- That ain't saying much. - Tate.
Thank you.
♪ uplifting orchestral music ♪
♪
You told her. You want to tell me?
I didn't tell her anything. She figured it out.
Figured out what?
The only way to save this place.
Got to give it away.
♪ pastoral music ♪
♪
♪ dramatic orchestral music ♪
♪