All language subtitles for Yellowstone S2E4

Hey, Jimmy.

Why don't you ride ahead and
look for the next break?

Tell me about that kid.

Ah, he's green as the grass.

But he tries hard. It's a good kid.

If he was a good kid, he
wouldn't be wearing the brand.

Yeah, well, he's a favor.

What about Walker... he a favor too?

I just want to know
what I'm working with.

They don't work with you, Kayce.

They work for you.

These are questions that you
should be asking your father.

- I'm asking you.
- Yeah, well, it ain't my place to say.

I guess that says it all.

Hey, Jimmy.

He said ride the fence line.

Hey, this cow looks kinda funny.

Shit. Hold on. Here.

Kayce, ***

Get the gas out of him.

Jimmy. Gimme the Wonder
Dust out of the saddlebag.

The what kind of dust?

It's wound dust.

Grab it out of the fucking bag.

What's bloat?

Ate something he shouldn't.

I don't know what the
fuck did he bloat on,

the grass is dried and it
didn't freeze last night.

They can't eat when it freezes?

Jimmy, quit askin' fucking questions.

Go put it back.

Doesn't make any sense, Kayce.

There's no alfalfa in this field.

I never seen one bloat in the fall.

That's 'cuz they don't.

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I thought we agreed on 10 a.m.

She's worth the wait.

I'm breathless with anticipation.

Cassidy Reid is here.

- Morning.
- Hi.

- Pleasure.
- The pleasure's mine.

I'm a huge admirer.

- Cassidy.
- Mr. Stewart.

- Hi, Beth.
- Hi.

Cassidy Reid.

Jamie.

No other opponents submitted
qualified petitions

before the deadline, which
means the office is yours.

AG Stewart will step down immediately

and I will appoint you to the office

before the election,
which you run unopposed,

which means... welcome
to the office, AG Reid.

Thank you, Governor.

I will serve Montana with pride.

And to the letter of the law.

Yeah...

We'll issue a press release

and schedule an official swearing in,

on what, Friday?

Friday's good for me.

How's Friday for you, Jamie?

Friday's fine.

Excuse me.

I think it's a good idea if I brief you

on some of the more
pressing legal issues

facing the state prior to the swear-in.

Alright, let's dive in.

Okay...

I don't know where to start.

Dad?

Excuse me.

Who died?

Not who...

Mister Dutton.

Here's your culprit.

This is a crime scene.

Jamie. Get livestock agents out here.

Everyone walk away.

Brian.

You're not a reserve agent anymore.

You're on regular duty. You
find a way to cover this area.

I don't want a fuckin'
bird landing in it.

You. Walk with me.

Now's not the time to talk
about all the fights I'm in.

Right now, this is the
only fight that matters.

You have any idea who did this?

I know exactly who did it.

Now we gotta go prove it...

You ever hear of the Beck brothers?

The Beck brothers?

Yeah, yeah, the Beck brothers.

Yeah, they own about 300 gas
stations with slot machines.

One of the brothers controls
the sale of liquor licenses.

That could be a real problem.

They don't want our casino to happen.

The casino's mine.

Your hotel won't need
their liquor license.

Once we annex the land,

the state has no control
over anything we do.

We didn't agree to annexing the land.

You don't need to...
we own the land now.

That wasn't the deal...

That's exactly the deal, Dan.

And for you, it's priceless.

There's no county permits to build.

The gaming license comes from
the Tribal Gaming Commission,

as does your liquor license,

your permit to operate,

and your hotel license...

When you sold me the land, Dan,

I gave you freedom from oversight.

Sidestepping those regulations

is going to anger a lot of people.

That puts him in danger. Both of you.

That's why I have Mo.

Who do you have?

Surely you've learned by now...

we're the only ones
playing by the rules.

What are you saying? You
saying I need security?

You've needed it for a while, Dan.

You should've learned that, too.

150 years ago,

our people called this land home.

We drank from its rivers,

we hunted its valleys,

we cared for our dead in these forests,

we prayed on these mountains.

This was our home. And it nourished us.

You understand our contract
with the reservation

is invalidated the moment
they annex this land.

You familiar with the term Indian giver?

Well this is the opposite.

The word you're looking for is justice.

By the power vested in me,

I claim this land as property

of the Nation of Confederated Tribes

at Broken Rock.

If he doesn't keep his
word, I lose everything.

If you were him, would
you keep your word?

It's worth the risk if
he is telling the truth.

Trusting him is not a business strategy.

Dan!

Come do the honors.

Great, now he's asking you to
dig your own fucking grave.

This is the beginning of
something very special, Dan.

You watch what a difference we make.

Any endeavor that raises
my people's profile

is a good one, but I wonder...

how many casinos do we need?

Is this the right path for our future?

Are you challenging Chairman
Rainwater's leadership?

I'm challenging his outlook,

and what's best for our
people as a whole,

instead of a select few.

In an historic ground-breaking ceremony,

Tribal Chairman Thomas Rainwater

annexed the land purchased

for the Confederated
Tribes of Broken Rock's

ambitious hotel & casino project

into the reservation.

There are now questions
about what, if any,

authority the state will
have over regulating

the casino or monitoring
the construction

of what will be the largest
hotel in the state.

Who's the contractor on this build?

I'll find out.

I thought we were pretty fucking
clear with Mr. Jenkins.

Well evidently not.

We need to find a less subtle means

of expressing our displeasure.

Can we bait that trap?

I think it's time we spring it.

So you think this was intentional?

I don't see tire tracks anywhere, John.

The fence is way over there...
no one threw it over.

And it didn't fall out
of the fucking sky...

That's exactly what it did.

So you think someone
flew a plane over here

and dropped clover on your cattle

in the middle of the night, John?

Think about that.

We have.

A King Air designed for skydiving

so it has a side door large enough

and could hold the weight.

Why would anyone do that,
though? Who would do that?

Your golfing buddy. That's who.

All right, John. Fine. You think that.

Now why the fuck am I here?

I have no jurisdiction.
Cattle is your department.

What can I do for you?

I have six full-time agents,
Donnie, and four reserves.

I don't have the manpower
for this investigation.

I need your deputies...

Dep... John, I can't spare any deputies.

County has more firefighters
sleeping at night

- than I have on patrol...
- You keep making my point.

You wanna help?

Give me deputies or deputize my men.

And not in six weeks... right now.

Right here in this field.

Which men?

Well, him for starters.

John, he just put that
drifter on a soup diet

and you want me to license
him to carry a weapon?!

You mean the one who held
a knife to his throat...

that drifter?

You gonna tell me that beating was worse

than some of your officers
have doled out? Hmm?

How many times have I stood
on a podium with you, Donnie?

Stood for you.

Think you'd be sheriff
if it weren't for me?

Maybe you haven't noticed,

but there's a war going
on in this valley.

Today's the day you choose sides.

I'll issue the permit, but
he's got to understand...

- He's trained to use it.
- That's just great, John.

Now you train him not to use it.

If it comes out of your holster, son,

you'd better be an ironclad
reason, understood?

Yeah.

If he calls dispatch for support,

I expect you to give it to him.

- Did you hear me, Donnie?
- I heard you, John.

The whole goddamn valley heard you.

Come here.

We all know who did this.

You find the evidence.

And when he does,

you drag him by the hair back to me.

I think we should ask for an
amendment to the agreement.

- Something that...
- That... That what?

Should he pinky promise
that he won't fuck me?

There's the skydiving
place in Three Forks.

Yeah, we're headed there now.

And then there's other two

Missoula and Whitefish.

That's too far.

Um, you didn't want
to mention the trust?

Trust who?

The trust. The ranch is in a trust.

- It is?
- Yeah, don't play dumb with me, Kayce,

I'm looking at your
signature right here.

I ain't signed shit.

All right. Call me when
you get to Three Forks.

My fucking family, man...

Fuck. What the fuck, Beth?

Jamie, it's Sarah.

I just wanted to confirm
some facts with you...

Who's Sarah?

Jumpy, jumpy, jumpy.

What's got you so nervous, I wonder.

Well, you scared the
fucking shit out of me.

And I'll tell you what makes me nervous.

This. Why a trust?

You're an attorney, Jamie.

I shouldn't have to explain it to you.

Okay. Why am I not in it?

Do I really have to tell you that, too?

Here's all the things I don't believe:

I don't believe you're capable
of swallowing your pride

and contributing to this family.

I don't believe our father
will ever trust you again...

which is why I don't believe
you have a role here anymore.

Oh. You want to know what my role is?

Well I think you're
putting it in a trust

so you can control the money.
So you can do this.

And this.

- And this.
- The ranch is an investor, yes.

How big an investor?

I manage the finances, Beth.

I need to know... How big?

Five million.

I know, Jamie.

You're worried about the risk.

Two things: one...

the risk is mitigated;

two... if you didn't have
balls the size of quail eggs,

you would've invested
this money years ago

and he wouldn't be chasing
his fucking tail every fall.

Good work.

Hey, Beth.

That is over half the ranch's cash.

What do we gonna do in November
if cattle prices go down?

How much money do you think
this ranch makes in a year?

After payroll and property taxes

and hay and countless other expenses?!

Nothing.

This ranch has not turned
a profit in six years.

And maybe you don't
understand the impact

of a few hundred dead cattle,

but that's half a million
dollars rotting in the field.

You fucked us.

Fucked us.

I want the ranch out and
I want it out by today.

It doesn't work like that, Jamie.

You make it work like that.

Fuck, now I see.

You think you're gonna
get him to trust you

by making him not trust me?

I wish you and your bird
balls the best of luck.

Afternoon!

Can I help you?

Could you get a message to Jimmy?

What's the message?

This.

Piece of shit.

Tell him I want my fucking money.

He's got a week.

How many total?

So far we've found 360 more.

Yeah, they dropped bales
all through the valley.

If we push the heard down here,

they're gonna get into that clover.

I say we move them up the
pass. Through the mountains.

That's an awful rough trail.

Rip's right.

We'll take them over the pass.

You know, that goddamn
clover's gonna take root.

Next spring it'll be worse.

We're gonna have to burn that field.

Just gotta be careful we don't
start a fucking forest fire.

We'll bring up water trucks.

I'll have the fire department
out here, just in case.

I don't see any other way.

- Burn it.
- Yes, sir.

Colby.

No horses.

I hate this fucking thing.

Rip.

Who the hell is that?

Oh, what the fuck.

How much do you owe?

How much, Jimmy?

Around eight thousand.

I ain't got it.

I know you don't.

I'll get it.

They said a week.

Or I get this again.

I'll get it.

Cause of what we did, they beat him?

No, they beat him for what I did.

Has anyone heard the term "ocean water"?

It's a mixture of Lysol and water.

- Yeah, Genevieve.
- What do you do with it?

You drink it.

Why?

Because alcohol is illegal
on the reservation.

Because it's cheap.

Because when people's
lives are miserable,

they seek ways to escape the pain.

Ocean water is one way.

It's a temporary escape.

With painful repercussions.

When the misery's bad enough,

tomorrow is rarely
factored into decisions.

Uh, so think of yourselves
as Sherlock Holmes.

And your job is to investigate the past,

to understand the present.

Can I help you?

Looking for John Dutton...

Yeah, who's looking for John Dutton?

We don't know you.

What the fuck is this guy up to...

Hey, step back.

Hey!

Come on, motherfucker, shoot me.

Drop your weapon!

You're fucking right. Put it down.

Oh, fuck.

Shit.

Mister Dutton,

seems all the stories
I've heard are true.

Wait. Wait...

Whoa, whoa, whoa, everybody calm down.

- Dad. This is...
- I'm Malcolm Beck.

This here is my brother, Teal.

Look, I apologize for everything
that's happened here.

Misunderstandings aside,
we need to speak.

Seems there's a problem that we share.

My problems are squarely my own.

Not this one.

May we sit?

We can talk under that tree.

Uh-huh.

What in the Sam-Hell was that about?

I'm sorry. They called
fifteen minutes ago,

I didn't know they meant now.

I'm taking this meeting alone.

I said alone, Jamie.

Don't you want to have
your lawyer present?

This don't feel like a lawyer meeting.

I saw your son go against
Peabody Coal before the Senate.

He's one hell of a litigator.

Yeah, he can argue with
the best of them. So,

what's this problem?

A casino in this valley

will have a negative
affect on our business.

Your ranch and the others.

In five years, how
many ranches like this

can afford to exist?

Wanna hear our guess.

Soon as that casino opens,

they'll approach the Forest
Service a land lease.

And they'll build a ski resort.

And you know as well as anyone,

ski resorts are daggers to the heart

for places like this.

It'll be an ocean of
second homes in ten years.

- I'm aware.
- I'm sure you are.

Look, my office has no authority

over an Indian casino.

And yours has no
authority over the land.

And your new AG can't restrict them.

That's why we need to fight this
outside the lines, Mr. Dutton.

And we just don't think they
have the stomach for that.

Yeah, well they have the stomach for it.

I don't need partners, fellas.

Dan Jenkins has a partner.

A big one.

Think of us as allies.

We'd be the perfect allies
for each other, John.

Because there is no part of your
business that benefits ours.

And vice versa.

And when we fight, it's a zero-sum game.

We will win. At any cost.

Yeah.

John...

We just want you to consider it.

I consider every option, Malcolm.

And I choose the one
that's best for my family.

If it helps you,

it's a coincidence.

That's not the way you
wear one of those.

Working with them is a
deal with the devil, Dad.

All the angels are gone, son.

There's only devils left.

At least they admit it.

I'm impressed.

You're really preaching. That's good.

Brushing up on your history?

Just curious. Wanted to see you teach.

Glad I did.

Be careful, though.

If you only teach the tragedy,
they'll just see us as tragic.

You should show them the culture.

Show them what we're fighting for.

And how do I do that?

I dunno. Field trip, maybe?

Bring 'em out to the rez.

Everyone's getting ready
for the relay races.

Can you think of a better way
to show them who we are?

That's a really great idea, I'll, um...

I'll talk to my administrator.

Rehab's in fifteen.

Feel up to walking to the rec center?

Um, I-I can't.

I've got a faculty meeting.

I'll just call you and reschedule, okay?

Okay, Monica.

No telling where that son
of a bitch got a plane.

But it wasn't from skydivers.

We're never going to find it this way.

He's smarter than that.

Pull over, would you?

Hey.

How are you?

I'm lonely, Kayce.

I can solve that problem.

I miss you.

Yeah, I miss you too.

You... want me to come over?

Yeah.

But you can't. I just...

Just wanted to hear your voice.

I love you, Monica.

God, I wish that was all it took.

Everything alright?

Nope.

The first thing we want you to look into

is this Paradise Valley
Development Corporation.

They've sold property to
the Broken Rock Tribe,

which is attempting to annex
it into the reservation.

We'd like you to file an
injunction against it...

Can we contest that?

I mean, they're clearly attempt
to avoid state tax obligations

and regulatory requirements.
I'd say we have a good chance.

What about this Senate hearing
regarding jurisdiction

violation by the Livestock Association?

Let me ask you a question,
Attorney General-elect.

Do you find Jamie's
knowledge of the raid

prior to it happening
inculpatory in any way?

I'm concerned about what happens
if they ask him to testify.

Umm.

I think attorney-client
privileges recuse him of that.

Even if he's aware of a
crime before it's happened.

Are you saying a crime was
intentionally committed?

There was no crime.

Not the time. Not the place.

The concern is...

the negative press
surrounding the hearing

can cause a ripple effect...

emboldening others to come
forward with accusations

that may hold legal merit.

Our goal should be to avoid
a hearing altogether.

How do you plan to do that?

I'm working on it, Commissioner.

Feels like suppertime.

Cassidy, would you care to join us?

- Oh, no I...
- We insist.

- I'll show you the way.
- Okay, thanks.

Sharp as a tack, that one.

And what a looker.

My God.

She's going to make a
great Attorney General.

What the fuck are you doing?

I'm going to get you disbarred,

you spineless piece of shit.

You should never have come home.

You told me to come home.

Why on Earth would you
ever listen to me?

That's fine, thank you.

That's Kayce's seat, Cassidy.

Oh, I'm sorry.

It's fine. That one's fine.

Okay.

Don't you fuckin' dare.

Here, come sit next to me.

Have a seat, son.

Kayce's not back from Three Forks.

- I thought he was.
- Well how'd that go?

There was nothing there.

So your family's from
Great Falls, right?

Yeah, the ranch is outside Lewiston.

Near Roundup, know where that is?

I do.

Excuse me. I'm sorry.

Is he okay?

He has Celiac Disease.

He gets an upset tummy.

He has what??

Mama?

- Hey, buddy.
- Daddy!

We've checked every manifest in
every airstrip in the county.

Sweetgrass, too... nothing.

He got that plane from somewhere,

you go find it.

You'll be riding with
Agent Hendon Today.

He knows the job. Learn from him.

You don't need help around here?

Just find the planes, son.

Kayce.

If you find anything,
don't confront anyone.

You call the sheriff for backup.

Everything by the book.

I don't know the book.

Well that's why you
call the sheriff, son.

It's their book.

When did all this burn?

- Last year.
- Was it lightning?

A satellite fell out of the sky.

God sure finds interesting ways

to put people out of business.

108, there's a depredation report,

at the Paulson Ranch near
Ennis. Can we divert?

Copy that.

It's on the way. We're en route.

We're supposed to be checking
airstrips, not dead cows.

We're checking airstrips
because of dead cows.

Paulson's cows ain't any
less dead than yours.

Put a hot wire in to keep
them from coming back

and eating all the evidence.

But then there's the eagles.

Haven't quite figured out
what to do to keep them away.

Oh, yeah. Mm.

Mm-hm.

Whew.

Tell me that ain't wolves.

You called Fish & Wildlife?

Hell, they ain't coming.

Jerry Hayes, he's got
the lease next mine.

That thief.

Every time he has a cow die,

he hacks 'em up and
then blames on wolves.

Now we actually have
wolves running around

and he's cried wolf so much they
ain't never gonna come out.

- You know that Jerry Hayes?
- Uh-uh.

He's not worth knowing.

That's $1,800 I can't stand to lose.

We can get you compensated, we will,

but Fish & Wildlife has come
out to issue depredation tags.

I'd have some cowboys
cover your herd for you.

Ain't got cowboys. All I got is me.

Okay, well, looks like
you're sleeping outside

for a while then.

- Dispatch.
- Go ahead.

Have any Polk County file a case...

What you can do is rent
you a couple of mules.

Turn 'em out with the
herd. It's what we do.

What kind of mules?

Mean ones.

Thanks.

Let's just forget this.

You have two calls in
to them already, man.

We got things to do and
this ain't one of 'em.

Dispatch, what's the 20
on sheriff's deputies?

Goddamnit.

Sheriff's department
says no units available.

I mean it, man. Let's forget this.

Hey. This is the job.

What do you want?

Heard you lost a cow to wolves.

Heard from who?

May we see it?

Fish & Wildlife already saw it.

- That's not what he asked.
- I'll handle this.

Where the fuck are you going?

Hey, Jerry, Jerry, just
hold up here a second.

Found your wolf.

Hey, Jerry.

I've been waiting a
long time to say this:

you're under arrest.

So I want you to turn
around and put your hands

above your head and I
want you to do it now.

Jerry.

Jerry! Stop!

Ahhhh!

Jerry!

- Is this necessary?
- He's resisting.

Ahhhh! Stop!

Let him fucking go now.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. Easy.

Easy, whoa, whoa, whoa.

Calm down. Everybody stop.

Listen to me.

Your dad is gonna go to county jail.

They'll take his fingerprints,
they're gonna take his picture,

and then we gonna let him go.

In six months from now he's
gonna stand before a judge,

who makes him pay a fine

and then pick up trash on the weekend.

Is it worth killing us over that?

Look at me.

Does that seem fair to you.

Luke...

Put it down.

- Hey, no.
- Down, put it down, boy!

No, no. I got it under control.

Drop! Drop, drop!

- Shit.
- Nooo!

Nooo!

God.

I had no choice.

Yeah, you keep telling yourself that.

Goddamnit!

I had a choice.

Goddamnit.

Yeah?

What?

Who pulled the trigger?

I don't have a gun.

Not what I asked.

It wasn't me.

Was it justified?

He's got a freaked out kid
pointing a shotgun at him.

Yeah, it was justified.

But was it right?

Right and wrong is so
far from this place,

I don't think it factors in at all.

I told you to call the
sheriff for backup...

We did, sir.

We did multiple times.

The requests were denied.

But it was still my call.

My god.

There's no good choices in a
situation like this, Steve.

What did I say, John?

One fucking day on patrol. One day...

You gave me your word,
Donnie. And you broke it.

All this over a cow,
a fucking cow, John?

A fucking cow.

No, it's not over a fucking cow.

It's over you not giving backup.

You denied the request.

Jesus Christ.

A show of force would have maybe

changed this whole fucking thing.

So you want to blame somebody?

Then you blame yourself,
you son of a bitch.

According to the livestock commissioner,

sheriff's deputies refused a request

to support the livestock agents

as they investigated false
claims of cattle depredation

at convicted felon Jerry Hayes' ranch,

just east of Three Forks.

Whatever administrative lapses occurred,

the result is one man in custody

and his teenage boy, dead.

I know how we can help John Dutton.

Everything alright?

Burn it.

Let's go. Light it up.

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