All language subtitles for 4_Yellowstone.2018.S04E06.English

(Money for nothing by dire straits)
Mtv...

(Music)

(Kettle whistling)

(Groans)

(Sighs)

(Banging)

Man: Come to the house
if you're hungry.

Thank you. (Grunts)

Hey. Take your hat off.

Oh. Sh...

(Clears throat)

(Loud crunching)

- Thank you, darling.
- You're welcome.

- Have a good day.
- You, too.

Jimmy... you ready?

- Uh, yeah.
- All right, let's go.

- Thank you, ma'am.
- You're welcome.

How's the one you rode in on?

Not real broke.
I think they said he's just two.

I said he's not real broke.

We sell the broke ones
around here, Jimmy.

(Music)

(Suspenseful music)

Mama!

(Theme music playing)

What are you doing up?

My father hasn't called me back.

Worries me.

I saw him yesterday, he's fine.

Yeah, that's what worries me.

(Grunts) Morning, beautiful.

(Sniffs)

Take me on a ride.

On a horse?

On a horse.

Just a ride, huh?

Well, I'm a little more
purpose-driven than that.

We can talk about it later.

Beth, why can't you
tell me what you're thinking

instead of half of what
we're doing and none of the why

and then I spend the rest of the day

trying to figure out what you're up to?

Because then you're going
to spend the whole day

thinking about me.

I do that already. (Blows on cup)

(Music)

(Chuckles)

(Door squeaks)

I knew it.

- Who the fuck are you?
- Who the fuck are you?

I'm the bitch about
to stab you in the stomach.

I'm sorry, I didn't know he was married.

(Cupboard slams)

Here's a...

Situation I couldn't have
dreamed up in a month of sundays.

This is my daughter.

She can be a little overprotective.

Put the knife down, honey.

Dad...

If you're gonna hire a hooker,

would you please let me
get you a good one?

Beth...

Hope you didn't pay full
price for that boob job.

Actually, god gave me these for free.

Looks like he gave me yours too.

It is seven in the fucking morning.

I do not have the energy for this shit.

Now put it down.
She is a guest in our house.

- I'm calling an uber.
- No, you're not.

Can you drive me into town, please?

Can y'all just calm the fuck
down and have a...

A nice breakfast?

And then, yes, I'll drive you
anywhere you want to go.

I'll get dressed.

Ah!

I'm too old for this shit.

I'm too old for her,

I'm too old for that
look you're giving me,

I'm just too old for all of it.

You weren't too old for some of it.

You know...

Be nice to her.

Okay, dad.

She held a protest at
the livestock office,

threw a rock at your brother,

got thrown in jail,
and I bailed her out for it.

And then brought her
home and fucked her.

Along with your common sense.

We talked 'til late
and I offered her a room.

Her clothes were covered
in pepper spray and paint,

so I loaned her a shirt.

You know, Beth, maybe it's best

you don't stay for breakfast.

Oh, daddy.

I wouldn't miss this breakfast
for the fucking world.

Is there anything to eat
that didn't have

a heartbeat last week?

Orange juice didn't have a heartbeat.

Is it non gmo?

I'm not sure what that means.

It means a scientist
didn't alter the DNA

of the orange to make more
money and ravage our bodies.

I just buy big bags
from the grocery store.

Do you like wheat grass?

I do.

We have a whole field of it.

Hey, gator, would you go out back,

pick some wheat grass
and throw it in a blender.

She's gonna love it.

You grow wheat grass?

We grow wheat. Which is a grass.

Until it heads out, then it is a grain.

That's a different kind of wheat.

No, see I know you think

it just magically appears
at jamba juice, but no:

Grass grows in the ground.

John: Gator, summer is a vegan.

Could you make her
something with no meat or eggs?

Or milk.

- Or milk.
- Or butter.

Or butter. Maybe some pancakes.

Summer: I don't eat gluten.

What's gluten?

So wait, you'll eat the wheat grass

but you won't eat the seed.

Our bodies aren't designed to digest it.

- Who told you that?
- Doctors.

My doctor never told me that.

Well, you should get a new doctor.

You should get tested for chlamydia,
you fucking hippie.

Okay, Beth. That's it.

All right, she is my guest.

You will treat her with respect
or you will leave.

I have a meeting anyway.

- Love you, daddy.
- (John grunts)

I hope you find a therapist
who can help you.

I hope you die of ass cancer.

(John scoffs)

You know, she can, umm...

She's a little old to be
jealous of the women

her father spends time with.

Yes she is.

And the cowboy fantasy
is officially over.

(Clears throat) I'll be outside.

Well, that went to shit in a hurry,
didn't it?

It did seem to go pretty fast, sir.

Yeah.

(Music)

Monica: Wow, I like the light.

These windows along the south
heat this house.

Oh, great.

Kayce?

You coming inside?

Hey, does that dog come with the house?

- Is that dog back?
- Tate: Come on! Come on!

Realtor: I've taken that damn
thing to the pound twice.

Baby, you want to see the house?

I don't need to, baby.
This is it.

Yeah, I think so, too.

We'll take it.

I'll call animal services
about the dog...

- No, we'll take the dog, too.
- Realtor: Oh.

I'm gonna check out the barn.

Before you check out the house?

Always.

(Phone ringing)

Hello?

I got my family with me right now.

Tate: Good dog. Good dog.

(Sighs) Send me the location.

(Music)

(Heavy breathing)

(Door closes)

Where'd your appetite go, son?

Terrell riggins. That's where it went.

Garrett: Hmm.

Good old Terrell.

I'm going to need you
to stand up slowly,

with your hands above your head.

(Deep breath)

Walk backwards five paces.

Do not turn around.

I said do not turn around.

If you want to shoot, shoot.

It'll be murder, but won't be
the first one you've covered up.

Don't you talk to me about murder.

Now stand up and turn the fuck around!

No. Just shoot me.

I would much prefer that
to having my son yell at me

in the house I built for you.

Yes. I built it.

I gave you the strength to walk
from the shadow

of that fucking land baron
you called father

for the entire lie of your life.

You tried to kill my family.

That is not your family.

This is your family.

That baby is your family.

And that woman will
be part of your family, too.

I give you my word.
I will build that for you, too.

I want you to imagine something.

Imagine that woman
and that baby gone.

And then imagine yourself...

In that house

instead of this one.

Imagine all the generations
of wealth

you would've had to provide
for all the generations

you leave behind.

Just fucking stop.
Stop talking. Please...

You gonna tell me you'd miss him?

I can't tell you that.

Of course you can't.

I doubt the jury's out
on how much you'd miss

that bitch of a sister, though.

I'd miss my brother.

He's not your brother.

In my heart he is my brother.

In your imagination, he's your brother.

You barely know him.

You miss what you thought you were.

That's all.

And you'll miss that
whether he's alive or not.

What about right or wrong?

There's no such thing.

There's no such thing
as right or wrong.

There's no such thing as fair,
or moral...

Those are words men invented

to scare and shame other men

from taking back what they've stolen.

John dutton used you

just like he uses all his children,

to scare and shame others,

so nobody takes back what he stole.

You know that's true.

You know it.

I have no agenda but giving you back

the family that you never had,

and the legacy he robbed from you.

Did I try to kill them?

You're god damn right I did.

And I will keep trying
until I get it right.

- That's how much I love you...
- (Cries)

Son.

(Sobbing)

(Music)

How many'd they get?

Eighteen.

What the hell is someone doing
with eighteen horses out here?

This is a racing family.

They represent our nation
on the relay circuit.

I'll take look around
and tell you what I think,

but I ain't got no authority out here.

You do fifty yards out that way.

And that's where they went...

I'll be right back, baby.

(Music)

My guess is they cut the fence horseback

and used the herd to cover their tracks.

That's what I think, too.

The rez ends here.

So is that blm?

That's the forest service.

Dirt bikes.

They used dirt bikes.

I'll need to talk with the
family when they get home,

get some descriptions
on those horses.

They're home.

They're just hiding.

White man with a badge
has that effect out here.

(Music)

- Hey.
- Hey.

Everybody wondered where you went.

Not a believer in goodbye.

When it's time to leave, I go.

Fair enough.

I'm gonna run my family home
and then I'll come back

and we can get some descriptions
or whatever papennork

you might have.

Here I thought you were just a cowboy.

You ready, baby?

Who the hell is that?

Oh, she, uh, used to wrangle
at the ranch.

Hmm.

What?

Pretty good-looking wrangler.

Not my type, baby.

Oh, yeah? Tall, thin, long black hair,
brown eyes, yep, not your type.

She sure was my type.

She was one hot tamale.

Tate!

This is gonna be a long ride home.

(Music)

John: What do we got here?

Be right back.

(Cows lowing)

It's on the wrong side of the fence?

Well, if there wasn't any fences,
he wouldn't be on the wrong side of it.

It's a she and if there weren't fences

the whole herd would be standing
in the middle of the highway.

Why would they do that?

'Cause that's what they do.

(Cows lowing)

Shh.

Easy. We're going to get
you back to mama.

Yeah.

Don't know where she got out,
just drove the whole fence line.

She looks a little heavy
to be lifting over a fence, huh?

Yeah.

Easy.

Let's just cut it. Then we'll patch it.

Easy.

Step on.

Come on, baby.

There you go.

All right, let's see.

They should make a tool
to pull that wire tight for you.

They do. They just don't
fit in a saddle bag.

That should work there.

After I get 'em out of this pasture,

I'll run the fenceline here.

- Where you taking them?
- Pasture nine.

There's way too much bear sign
in this pasture for me, sir.

Morning, ma'am.

Understand us a little better now?

I think I understand you less.

You love this.

Him, too. I can see it.

(Music)

You coming?

No, I think I'm gonna walk.

Long walk.

Yeah, if I get tired, I can just...

People still do that?

Yeah, they still do it.

You know it's pretty risky,

young woman out here
in the middle of nowhere.

I'm not that young.

And if I get tired I'll just
flag down one of your cowboys.

I understand that
much about you guys.

Well, then you understand enough.

(Music)

(Engine starts)

("West Texas in my eye"
by the panhandlers plays)

Lately I've been thinking

that I could leave this town

cut back on my drinking
stop this running round

playing songs 'til after midnight

staying up 'til dawn

there's something in the dust and wind

that keeps me hanging on

and I never thought I'd live to see
the day I'd say goodbye

I ain't crying
that's west Texas in my eye

I 'd like to grow a Rose
and stow it in that desert sage

like a message in a bottle
floating down the open plains

where the llano estacado
rises up to meet the sky

I ain't crying
that's west Texas in my eye

I ain't crying
that's west Texas in my eye

well, you don't ride too good.

But you don't complain about it neither.

I'll catch you a better stick tomorrow.

Thanks.

You need to learn to rope.

Rope's the only tool we got.

(Groans)

(Grunts)

God.

Fuck.

(Music)

(Grunts)

(Music)

(Grunts)

Lloyd: Ha-ha! There you go.

Yeah.

Hey, show me the houlihan.

Let's worry about the basics first.

I didn't say "teach me."
I just wanna see it.

Oh, all right.

That's so cool.

All right, you head it, I'll heel it.

- All right.
- All right.

Yeah!

(Making crowd-cheering noises)

- Thank you, Las Vegas!
- (Laughs)

Which rodeo was your favorite?

Oh, calgary, alberta, maybe.

It's sure one pretty son of a bitch.

Just wish they wasn't in Canada.

Why's that?

Ten straight days of people
being that nice to me

had me craving that
rodeo in fort worth, Texas.

Tell you something, fort worth,

you just think the word "fight"
and a fight'll find you.

So how come you're out here with me
and not in the bunkhouse?

No room for outcasts
like us in the bunkhouse.

I'm not an outcast.

Then why you sleeping in the barn?

I told her I was sorry.

Seems like she didn't like
the way you said it.

If I was you I'd find a way
to say it different.

Take your own advice:

Seems to me they don't like
the way you said it either.

I didn't say sorry.

It's getting late.

See you tomorrow.

(Music)

(Chattering)

- Two to go.
- I'm going four.

- So much for keeping it...
- You better watch it, boys.

- Anyone named after a city...
- Teeter: Come on, who's up?

Is a crooked fucking card player,
if you ask me.

Hey, keep your comments
to yourself or get in the game.

Hell, you know I work too hard
for my money.

I gotta jump in here real quick.

You work hard?
Did you hear what that man said?

I don't know nothing about
him working hard,

I'm usually too
hard working to notice, so...

Teeter: Dude, y'all fucking kidding me?

Y'all wouldn't know hard work
if it crawled up your leg,

sucked on your fucking pecker.

Laramie: There's teeter talk.

You gonna let your girlfriend
talk to me like that?

Don't even start, don't even start.

Teeter, it's official. Isn't it?

I don't know. He don't like labels.

- Do you guys have a song?
- No.

Walker, now you can work for
your money. They need a song.

Oh, yeah, I've got...
Mm-hmm. They do.

Take it easy, mama,
won't you lay your head down?

Teeter: I ain't yourfucking mama, baby.

Woo!

All's I can say is I'm feelin'
a big-ass shit show coming on.

(Singing) Come down around here

with your smile

man: That works.

Take it easy, mama

- it's on you.
- What?

Take it easy, mama

lay your head down

hold on to my lovin'
we're both gonna need it now

- just play the game.
- Teeter: Come on.

I didn't run out of money.

(Chattering)

Teeter: I got me a song,
I got me some money.

Walker: (Singing) You're alone

laramie: Alone?
Where have you been alone?

Hey! Hey, god damn it, no fighting.

No fighting, that's the rule.

I ain't fighting.
I'm smashing a fucking guitar.

You're a fucking asshole.

You're done smashing it.

I've known you since
you was eighteen years old.

You only known him a year.

And you think you know what he is?

He don't fucking know me
any more than you do.

But I fucking know you.

I seen a thousand of you in prison.

Thinking you're some kind of bully

'til a bigger bully comes along.

We all know how that ends.

With you on your fucking knees, bitch.

Oh, fuck!

- Come on!
- What the fuck, Lloyd?

What do I do, just pull it out?

No, no, no, fuck, dude, don't.

It's too close to the god damn
heart or an artery.

Turn him over.

Dude let me call the vet.

Fuck the fucking vet.
Call the fucking doctor.

We're not calling any doctor!

- So then now what?
- Get my car, bring it out front.

Laramie: Where the hell are you going?

Fuck this place.

Mia!

(Breathing heavily)

When are you gonna take me on that ride?

This whole riding thing
has got me nervous.

(Laughs) What're you up to?

Shit.

You don't have to worry, baby.

I'll get you a gentle horse.

- Oh, yeah?
- Mm-hmm.

We're looking for something

but you won't tell me what.

What is it?

The place where you make me your wife.

What kind of place you looking for?

Somewhere fresh.

Not a barn...

Or a swimming hole...

Or the river.

Those places are polluted with
a thousand fucking memories.

I want a place with no memories.

- You know?
- Yeah.

A place where nothing happened
until we happened.

I know that place.

- You do?
- Mm-hmm.

Take me there.

I will. Tomorrow.

(Car approaching)

What is that?

I want you to stay here.
Don't move.

(Racks shotgun)

(Music)

(Car doors closing)

What the fuck did he do?

It looks like the blade entered
just beneath the clavicle.

Yeah, I'm aware of where
it fucking entered, doc.

Went in just above the lung.

Didn't penetrate an artery.
You're lucky.

Sterilize the site
and prepare an 0.4 suture.

It looks like the tissue
has adhered to the blade.

When we remove it, there will
be considerable bleeding

and considerable discomfort.

I don't have anything
to give you for the pain.

What about some banamine?

We don't know the long term
effects of banamine on a person.

Do I look like I'm gonna
live to be fucking seventy?

Just give me some banamine.

Three ccs.

Three cos? I drink more than
that for a fucking hangover.

Fill that son of a bitch up.

Shoot some in my mouth,
put some in my fucking arm.

Please.

Six.

Gonna taste like shit and burn
like hell right there.

Get that fucking thing out of me.

- Ready with the gauze?
- I'm ready.

Fuck! Shit! Fuck!

Feels like the blade hit the bone.

Not according to the x-rays.

- Just pull it out!
- Get it out of him!

I need to check the X-ray again.

Someone pull this
fucking thing out of me!

- Whoa!
- Fucking barrel racers.

You said pull it, baby.

Forceps and sutures.

Laramie: Are you okay?
Doctor: Put some pressure on that.

- Are you okay?
- Just another Monday.

What the hell was Lloyd thinking?

John: Let's pretend it's Walker
sitting over there,

what would you do then?

Rip: You know what I'd do, sir.

If Walker's such a problem,
what's he still doing here?

You've enforced the rules
of this ranch for thirty years, Lloyd.

For you to be the one to break them...

What do you think that says
to everybody else?

This is your last chance.

But if you blow it, Lloyd...

You understand?

Yes, sir.

Get the cuffs off him.

God.

No more girls in the bunkhouse.

What about teeter?

She's a good hand.
She hasn't been any trouble.

All of them. All of them.

Lloyd and Walker go in the round pen
until all the fight's out of them.

And I mean every inch.

Rip...

I want you to make an example
out of the last man standing.

Yes, sir.

Ryan, get him out of here.

What was that about?

Just cowboy shit, baby.

(Music)

What are you doing?

I'm reading.

Why are you up?

Can't sleep.

Why can't you sleep?

Because I'm thinking about
your little bitch in the tank top.

(Laughs)

Oh, she's mine, is she?

Is she?

(Music)

You're mine.

I could kill you.

(Music)

(Music)

Come to the bunkhouse. Both of you.

Let's go.

Everybody in here.

Where's Mia at? Mia!

She left.

Mm-hmm.

This here is for you.

Give that to her when you see her.

Teeter, pack your shit up.

You both are gone.

Hey, what the fuck did I do?

It ain't my decision.

The rest of you all
can come with me. Let's go.

(Music)

Lloyd. Walker.

This shit ends here. All of it.

I got no reason to fight.

Now you got no reason, Walker?

Hell, you fired my only reason.

You're gonna stand in that
fucking round pen all day

every day until this shit is behind you.

All right, here's your chance.

I know how much you like it when
I got my back turned to you.

Let's dance, prick.

Boy. Get over here.

(Grunts, shouting)

The only painless way to learn
this lesson is to watch it.

You ain't done.

(Music)

Ah! Fuck!

Ah! Fuck!

Get up.

You ain't done.

Get up. Or I'm gonna come
in there with you.

Your nine o'clock
is in the conference room.

What's my nine o'clock?

Head of operations
for market equities.

Fucking shit.

(Sighs)

What the fuck are you doing here?

You're market equity's
head of operations?

How did you manage that?

I don't know, Jamie.

I think the stars just aligned.

You ever hear the saying

wherever something good
is trying to happen,

something bad is trying to stop it?

I've heard it.

(Music)

I'm something bad.

You're going to ruin everything,
aren't you?

Everything, you miserable motherfucker.

(Sighs)

Monica: Oh, I don't think we need
prisons in this country.

Criminals should just
be sentenced to moving.

Kayce: You name him yet, buddy?

I just been calling him dog.

Dog works.

Can't call him dog forever.

You want to be called person?

Good job.

Come on, dog. Go get 'em.

What are those mountains called?

Those are the pryors.

That ain't it.

Well, no rush, buddy.

You got all the time in the world.

Come here, come on.
Come on. Go get 'em!

Go get 'em!

I like it here.

Yeah, I do, too.

Feels like...

Home.

(Grunts, groans)

Thank god.

Fucking fucking fuck!

Boy, these two really
don't like each other.

Rip: Walker's been done for an hour.

Lloyd's got no quit in him.

I'll finish it.

He's your friend, rip.

I can't ask you to do that.

They'll hate you, sir.
They'll hate you for doing it.

It's my job. I'll do it.

I love you.

(Music)

This is for your protection, Lloyd.

Understand me?

This is to protect you from yourself.

Ah! Oh, fuck!

So, we understand each other?

Yessir.

Yessir.

(Music)

Fuck.

(Sighs)

Fucking goddamnit.

I know what I want
to be when I grow up.

What's that, kid?

Him.

I want to be him.

(Music)

(Music)