(MONEY FOR NOTHING BY DIRE STRAITS) MTV...
(MUSIC)
(SNIFFS)
BETH: Could've done without the anatomy lesson, but that's okay.
I'll work that shit out in therapy.
Well, Beth...
That's a risk you take when you sneak into a man's bedroom
in the middle of the night.
Don't I know it.
And a drink. Oof!
This news must be real good or real bad.
In my 37 years,
I've only spent the night here alone once.
You know, houses, they don't make noises
when they're full of people but when they're empty...
Man, they moan and they creak and they shift in place.
I thought the house was going to tear itself out
from the foundation and walk away.
So, I figured that I would just spend the night
and make sure it doesn't walk away with you.
I don't uh...
- I don't mind an empty house. - Mm.
- Liar. - I'll, uh...
I'll get your room ready.
Oh, my room's ready enough, Dad.
You ready to turn in?
You kidding?
I'm five away from sleep. Look, I can go downstairs.
No, no, honey. No, you're...
You're fine right there.
(GROANS)
What are you reading?
"The Solace of Open Spaces."
"To be tough is to be fragile.
"To be tender is to be truly fierce."
"True solace is finding none. Which is to say, it's everywhere."
Yeah. Not sure I believe that.
It's true, Beth. Can't be found. Lord knows I've looked.
No... Solace...
...must be discovered.
Discovered how?
I need an example, 'cause, um...
Well, I've looked everywhere, too.
(SIGHS)
I spent all evening on the porch staring at mountains,
listening to birds...
Heart still empty.
I take a shower to wash it away like dirt
but you can't wash lonely off. So, I surrender to it.
Best I can do is sleep through the lonely,
if I can sleep at all.
Then I walk in here and I discover you.
Now my heart's full.
I sure hope you outlive me, Beth.
I'm not sure I could tolerate the world without you in it.
Worry not, Daddy.
Only the good die young.
If a meteor strikes earth tonight,
it is me and the cockroaches running this motherfucker tomorrow.
(CHUCKLES)
Well, I guess tomorrow's my lucky day, then.
Good night, baby girl.
Good night, Daddy.
(THEME MUSIC PLAYING)
(CHANTING)
Thank you.
He needed this.
We both do.
Find us a house to rent.
We're done living with fathers for a little while.
(SIGHS)
I feel better already.
In my soul.
That's all that matters.
(CHANTING CONTINUES)
(MUSIC)
Is he okay?
Well...
He's a boy who was forced to do what men do.
These days, most men won't even do it
because society has taught them that they are sheep.
And when wolves come you must not fight them.
You must call a shepherd.
So, he feels guilt for doing something he should be praised for.
A few more sweats, then Mo will take him up on the hill.
Then when he comes down, he won't think of himself as a killer.
He'll think of himself as a warrior.
Like you.
I'm hardly a warrior.
How much guilt do you feel?
My only regret is that I didn't kill him myself.
(CHUCKLES)
That's a warrior's regret.
(MUSIC)
Give that horse to Mia today, Lloyd. Pull that new bay from the mare corral.
She needs ridin'.
(SINISTER MUSIC)
This is my mount. I ain't riding a fucking mare.
Then you'll walk.
And take that boy and show him how to saddle a horse.
C'mon, kid.
Memorize what I say:
horn, pommel, skirt, seat, rigging...
Repeat it.
Horn, pommel,
skirt, seat, rigging.
Cinch, latigo, stirrup...
D rings.
Back billet.
Cinch, latigo, stirrup, D rings, back billet.
Good. Let's toss it on her.
(HORSE WHINNIES)
Okay, go.
Okay, reach under her and grab that cinch.
- Cinch. - Okay, latigo goes through your D-ring.
Back up and through.
Back through that D-ring again.
Pull it up snug.
Good, now the same thing on the back cinch.
(EXHALES)
All right.
Now this is your latigo keeper.
It's got the name of the saddlemaker right on it.
Can you read?
Yeah.
Okay. I ride a Sterling.
Mister Dutton, he rides a Dale Harwood or a Don Rich.
And Rip, he rides an Andy Maschke.
What do the others ride?
Don't matter. They saddle their own horses.
Lloyd, when you're done with that,
start moving them panels into the arena.
(SINISTER MUSIC)
- (BEEP) - Yes, sir?
Can you get the state prison warden on the line for me, please?
- Of course. - (BEEP)
Sir, Warden Jeffries is on line one.
How are you, sir?
Does he have a public defender or counsel?
Thank you.
(EXHALES)
Attorney General Dutton for Richard Scott.
Mr. Scott, I need to interview your client Terrell Riggins
in regards to his involvement in the John Dutton attempted murder.
That won't be necessary.
Because I'm offering him immunity.
Shit!
What the fuck is that?
That's a centipede. It get you?
Uh, yeah. It got me.
Most people in Texas don't sleep on the ground.
I brought you some breakfast.
(GRUNTS)
You got a fork?
Make a sandwich out of it.
Who are you?
I'm Jimmy. I'm the new cowboy.
(CHUCKLES)
You're not a cowboy.
What makes you say that?
I can see it in your eyes.
You're somebody somebody told to come here
so we can make a cowboy out of you.
Something like that.
It's the most glorious work you can do
that nobody ever sees.
Takes every inch of you.
You're gonna risk your life and your horse's life.
And nobody's knows if you won or if you lost.
It's art...
...without an audience 'til the day you die.
And then after you're dead,
you don't have an audience either.
You just... Pfft. You're just... You're just gone.
Now, you gotta want this life.
You've got to want it all the way to your bones.
And if you don't...
...it can be absolute hell on earth.
I don't know what I want.
There's a few of us old goats hanging around.
We'll make sure you don't starve.
Oh, and quit sleeping on the ground.
Find yourself a bench or something.
Otherwise you'll find yourself cozied up next to a rattlesnake.
Bench. Got it. (CLEARS THROAT)
(MUSIC)
Got me something saddled?
We're just going to gather two-year olds.
Hell, we'll be back in a half an hour. That's when all the fun starts.
Well, I ain't breaking no colts, for crying out loud.
This is the only fun I get today.
Boy, let's see what you've learnt.
Saddle Blaze for Mister Dutton.
It's already saddled.
Well, go on and get him.
Still "boy", huh?
Yeah, he ain't gonna be around long enough to name, sir.
Yeah, well, if he's that bad at shoveling shit,
I damn sure don't want him saddling my horse.
(CHUCKLES)
He can shovel shit with the best of them,
but he got on the wrong side of your daughter, though.
Hmm.
All right. Check your cinch.
Handsome little sucker, aren't you?
I bet that's the cause behind every problem you got.
If I was you I'd find a way to get ugly.
- Ugly? - JOHN: And how.
Why ugly?
Handsome's the only thing I got going for me.
That's why.
(MUSIC)
(SHOUTING)
Can you send some more deputies to the field office in Livingston?
Some sort of protest.
Everybody back up.
You cannot block the entrance to a government building.
(SHOUTING)
You're the fucking animal! (GRUNTS)
(GRUNTS)
Everybody down!
On the ground!
On the ground! On the ground!
I'm sick of this shit. Keep them on the ground.
Don't shoot anybody.
Hey!
Don't even think about it.
(SIRENS BLARING)
Kayce, what the fucking fuck?
KAYCE: You tell me.
They just showed up pouring blood on themselves
and throwing rocks and shit.
I don't even know what they want.
This is what they want, they want the fucking shit show, Kayce.
And you just gave it to them.
Fuck. Hendon, put the goddamn gun in your holster.
This is Haskell.
(MUSIC)
(WHINNYING)
RIP: All right, here we go.
Jake. You're sorrel bald face filly with four stocking feet.
- Ethan, bay colt, Blaze. - Sir.
Ryan, Colby, you'll be Buckskin filly and dun Colt.
And Walker, you're red rhone. Blaze face.
Something happen?
I'm working it out.
Yeah, I see that. So can the whole ranch.
Well, they need to see it, sir.
I don't want to hear about the wildfire that got away from you.
- Just the one you put out. - Yessir.
Whatever he did, don't forget who he is to you.
To both of us.
Who he is to us, sir,
is the reason why he's still walking.
(PHONE RINGING)
Yeah.
There's what?
Oh, jeez.
All right. I'm on my way.
Ryan.
Let's go work for the state.
What happened?
I don't even know how to explain it.
(BOOING, SHOUTING)
Son, if I spent a week thinking of ways
to fuck up my day, I could not have come up with this.
Where's EMS?
It ain't blood.
It's paint, I think.
They, uh, poured it on themselves.
- RYAN: Poured it on themselves? - Yep.
RYAN: You ever seen anything like this before?
Not since my bachelor party.
Why would you do that?
Ryan, Ryan, don't talk to them.
Was this all by the book?
100%, Kayce was assaulted and rushed by the crowd,
he used justified force to subdue his assailant.
Hendon came to his aide,
they controlled the crowd until we got here.
You got video to back that up?
Oh, there's no shortage of video, John.
I'm sure the whole world's watching this shit as we speak.
Who's the ring leader of this circus?
One on the left, blonde hair.
She's been arrested in Berkeley, Houston,
Portland, St. Louis...
Disturbing the peace, failure to disperse.
All dismissed.
- What's her name? - Summer Higgins.
(SHOUTING)
You Summer?
You must be the big boss.
I'm the retired big boss.
You can see how that's working out for me.
I can get them blankets to cover up if they'd like.
Our bodies are our protest.
They don't want to cover up, though I can see it bothers you.
Men objectify our breasts,
and then brainwash the world into thinking
that they should be hidden to make up for your jealousy
or lack of impulse control,
which is ironic because nature didn't make them for you.
Nature made them to feed children,
not your toxic male fantasies.
I see.
But that's not why we're here.
You don't say.
We're protesting the existence of a state-sponsored police force
that protects industrialized animal farming
and the mass murder of millions of animals every year.
You ever plow a field, Summer?
To plant the quinoa or sorghum
or whatever the hell it is you eat?
You kill everything on the ground and under it:
you kill every snake, every frog,
every mouse, mole, vole, worm, quail... You kill them all.
So, I guess the only real question is:
how cute does an animal have to be
before you care if it dies to feed you?
What the hell are these people doing all the way out here?
Of all the places, doesn't seem too random, does it.
What do you want to do, Kayce?
Press charges.
That's what they want, John.
I mean, they want to see this on the goddamn news.
JOHN: It's already on the news.
Let them stare five years in the face
and see how many more protests they want to plan.
Okay, all right.
Officer. Let's get her up.
You're under arrest for aggravated battery of a peace officer.
You have the right to remain silent. Let's go.
Anything you say can and will be used against you
in a court of law.
If you don't have a lawyer, one will be appointed to you.
(COWPOKE BY COLTER WALL PLAYING)
I'm lonesome but happy
Rich, but I'm broke
And the good Lord knows the reason
I'm just a cowpoke
From Cheyenne to Douglas
The ranges I know
'Cause I drift with the wind
No-one cares where I go
WOMAN: Lloyd's chomping at the bit over there.
I ain't got a dime
In these old worn-outjeans
So I'll stop eating steak
I'll go back to beans
I'll pick up a tenspot
She's sensible.
Better breeding program, lately.
Hell, I think this one's done, boss.
Let's get another.
Nicely done.
(KISSING)
- MAN: Get him, Ethan! - Yee-hee!
MAN: Yes, sir! MIA: All right, Ethan.
MAN: Glad you didn't get bucked off.
We'd have had Teeter get on there.
Pretty nice horse there, boss.
That's a pretty good first day for him.
MIA: It's beer time.
TEETER: Beer o'clock. Lick it up, little baby.
The last three are yours.
After all I've done for you?
Lloyd, you start acting like a boss,
and I'll fucking treat you like one.
So I'm low man now
for doing something you would've done.
It's only because of what you've done for me
that you ain't over there shoveling shit with that fucking boy.
You're lucky you have any horses to break at all.
That son of a bitch should be dead.
Goddamn it, Lloyd, but he ain't.
Mister Dutton wants him here, so guess what?
He's fucking here.
There ain't nobody that wants that son of a bitch dead
more than me,
but the ranch comes first.
And you forgot that.
(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC)
(CHATTERING)
- Come on! - Come on, Shad.
Hurry it the fuck up, you're going to miss it!
That's your cousin?
Yep. Come on, baby. Clean run. Clean run.
Show them how to do it, smooth run.
Smooth run. Clean. I want it clean.
Do a clean run for me this time.
It's all we need, just got to get this one.
Watch how smooth this is, watch this. Come on.
- Come on, come on! - Woo, woo!
- Come on! - Oh, yeah.
God damn, that is fast!
- That's how we do it! - That's roping, motherfucker!
That's how we do it.
- Mm-hmm. - Damn, that's good.
Clearly, the ability to rope is not hereditary.
What? Fuck you.
I can out-rope your fucking ass.
In what fucking world can you outrope me?
In any world. Literally on any fucking planet.
I'll take you to outer-space and I'll out-rope your fucking ass
in outer-space. I don't care.
What the hell kind of roping are you going to do
in outer space? It's called gravity.
What the fuck are you all talking about, roping in fucking space?
- He is! - That's fucking insane.
Buncha haters.
(CHATTERING)
You have the same DNA as that man?
You're right, I didn't do it by myself...
(CHATTER)
What are you talking about...
(DOOR OPENS)
Whatcha doin'?
Nuthin'.
Ain't nothin' to do. Just waitin' to be tired.
Something wrong?
Nah.
Get some rest. Morning comes early.
Don't know why everyone calls it morning.
Four a.m. is night time any way you slice it.
Yeah, suppose you're right.
Good night.
What are you doing out here, babe?
I'm just kind of tired of sleeping in that trailer.
Want to sleep out here under the stars while the weather's good.
If that's all right with you.
- I don't think so. - No?
No.
Why no? You'd rather sleep in that little box?
Oh, we can stay out here.
But you're not gettin' any sleep.
(MUSIC)
(SCOFFS)
Eggs over easy, Kayce?
Yessir, thank you.
You're welcome.
Okay, look at this one.
It's in Prior, it's halfway between here and Bozeman.
It's forty acres. The house is nice.
I could teach at the rez, get Tate back with his friends.
Hey, Dad.
Hey, buddy. How you feeling?
Hungry.
Four days in a sweat lodge will do that to you.
Boy, you ain't lying, Grandpa.
House looks nice.
Yeah, I think so too.
- Here you go, Kayce. - All right.
GRANDPA: Okay.
Not hungry?
Mm-mm. I'm intermittent fasting.
What's that mean?
Uh, nothing but coffee and cigarettes 'til noon,
and then I can eat what the fuck I want
until I start drinking at six.
I'd like to meet the doctor who came up with that diet.
I've adapted it a bit to suit my lifestyle.
What are you working on today?
I got a few irons cooking.
(MUSIC)
What irons?
I'd rather ask for forgiveness than permission on these, Daddy.
If you don't mind.
I do mind. What irons?
I'm taking the job at Market Equities.
So take the job, then what?
Tell me how that helps us.
It helps us when I run it into the fucking ground.
What are you doing today?
Battling my conscience.
Mmm.
Well, I'd offer advice, Dad,
but I've never been in that situation.
(CHUCKLES)
I gotta go.
- Love you. - Mmm.
Off to ruin a life.
Okay, honey.
(MUSIC)
Fuck it.
(KEYS JINGLE)
You made bail.
How'd I do that?
(MUSIC)
Why'd you bail me out?
You believe what you're doing is right.
I disagree but I...
I respect it.
I can't pay you back.
Not asking you to.
You're gonna ask me something though.
I'd like to... I'd like to show you my ranch.
You think a tour of your ranch is gonna change what I believe?
No, but it might help you understand me better.
Might help me understand you, too.
Surely you can appreciate that virtually every fiber
of my being is screaming at me to not get in the pickup
with the charming, white male in his 50s,
who I don't know from fucking Adam.
Charming and in my 50s, huh.
I'm starting to like you better already.
But I see your point.
It's naive of me.
Don't throw any more rocks at my son, okay?
Do I have your word you're not gonna attack me
and kill me and leave me in the middle of a forest?
If my plan was doing all that I'm probably willing
to break my word.
I'm going to trust you.
Good.
I'm gonna trust you, too.
Get in.
(ENGINE STARTS)
(DOOR BUZZES)
(MUSIC)
Full immunity.
Okay, ask away.
Terrell, you can answer his questions without fear of prosecution.
No matter what I say?
No matter what you say. You are a State's Witness.
What about in here?
Ain't no immunity for a snitch.
You'll be put into protective custody.
With good behavior, we can move you
to a medium security facility that is significantly
more comfortable than this place.
Fire away.
Do you know this man?
Did this man hire you to facilitate
the murder attempt on the Dutton family?
(MUSIC)
(KNOCKING)
Can I help you?
It's like driving through a different century.
Are you even aware of the strain the rest of the world is under?
I'm aware of the strain here.
I don't know how much longer we'll last.
As a people, you know?
I don't think the planet's going to tolerate us much longer.
That's because people have stopped living with it,
and started living on it.
But you're right.
There will come a time when Earth sheds us like dead skin.
And it will be our own fault.
I'm surprised you can see that from here.
You can see it from anywhere, Summer.
It's impossible to miss.
(EXHALES DEEPLY)
GAYLE: Can you accommodate 300 people?
It's the largest ranch in Montana.
We can accommodate Denmark.
The bride is thinking that during the day
maybe offer trail rides or hay rides...
Hay rides at a wedding?
What? They want to fucking bob for apples
and have sack races too, Gayle?
- They're from New York, Beth. - Ah.
They want the ranch experience.
Well, I'm just offering the ranch.
If they want the ranch experience, price doubles.
Won't be a problem.
Can you lock that July 28th date?
You send me a deposit, it's all yours.
Gonna lose you. Gotta go.
(MUSIC)
(DING)
May I help you?
Excuse me.
Ma'am?
Excuse me.
Excuse me!
I called security.
That's fine.
Close the door, please.
What do you want, Beth?
That's my seat.
- Your seat? - Mm-hmm.
That's right, Bobby.
You're sitting in my seat.
(LAUGHS)
Man, I drove seven hours just to tell you that.
I have no idea what you're talking about.
I am the new president of Market Equity's
Montana division.
I oversee all new development.
Oh. That must be quite the salary they're paying you.
Congratulations.
Mm-mm.
No salary, Bob.
No stock options.
No percentage of profit.
I wonder if you can guess
what would entice me to take a job
doing exactly what my family have been fighting against
for a century.
Their interest in Schwartz and Meyer.
Their controlling interest, Bob.
Yeah. You bet on the wrong horse.
You are fired.
You're fired too, you nosy bitch.
All this shit, it's moving to Montana.
(MUSIC)
Hard day at the office?
Yeah, you could say that.
That's the problem with secrets. They don't stay secret forever.
No. They don't.
Care to tell me yours?
You first.
You did it.
You got away from him.
You got the job you deserve.
You did everything you said you would do.
Now, I keep my word.
(BABY BABBLES)
Meet your son.
MAN: Come to think Mr. George, enjoyed them.
He's been quite a bunk rider,
and, uh, he got to see a lot of bunk riding
with Salty Chief.
And I never knew what their bloodline was.
They were powerful horses
if you're off by yourself in the big country.
You didn't want to get off of one of 'em.
No, no, you can't get back on.
(LAUGHING)
They're liable to go back to the barn without ya.
Yeah. Mr. George appreciated the fact
that they had a little fire in them.
Yeah, well, I like them to have a little bit of fire,
but doggone, you don't want to have a rodeo every day.
- No. - (LAUGHS)
MAN: He rode that little paint blue horse
that he'd bought off of a foreman
that joined the ranch here
that was sure enough a little cutting horse.
And, uh...
He worked her a lot.
(MUSIC)
You ready?
- Ready for what? - Ready for work.
Grab your bag, ol' boy. Let's go.
Hope you soaked up some of what you heard in there.
Soaked up some of what?
There's three gods in Texas:
the Almighty himself, Buster Welch, and George Strait.
You just met one of them.
That's not George Strait.
I hope the Good Lord gave you a big dick, Jimmy,
'cause he sure shorted you on brains.
Can you ride?
Yeah, I can ride.
Good, 'cause they're sending us on colts.
Are they broke?
Oh, not so much.
But, they will be when we get there.
How long a ride is it?
Oh, through two pastures. Ten thousand acres each.
Just two, though.
Come on, old boy, let's saddle up.
(MUSIC)
- JIMMY: Hey, hey. - MAN: Settle him down.
You ready?
All right, let's run the rank out of these sons of bitches.
(FLYING OR CRYING BY ZACH BRYAN PLAYING)
(GATE SQUEAKS)
By the end of the night We'd be flying or crying
Talking 'bout the times
We've spent living towards dying
So don't stop running, boy But don't be naive
'Cause we'll be flying or crying
By the end of the night
(MUSIC)