All language subtitles for 4_Yellowstone.2018.S04E10.English

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

(Clattering)

(Grunts)

What the hell are you doing?

Packing.

You know, I can see that.
But where are you going?

Beth: I don't know.

Livingston for a few days
while I figure it out.

(Sighs)

Why? (Clears throat)

Because I sacrificed his little lamb.

What the hell does that mean, Beth?

Doesn't matter. He doesn't want me here.

It is in life,

it is not to be somewhere
where you're not wanted.

Mmm-hmm, well, guess what?
You're wanted.

Not by him.

Rip: Beth? Beth: Yeah.

Can you just put that down for... Beth?

Just stop.

I thought we made
a promise to each other.

(Beth sniffles)

(Sighs)

Hey...

You can run away and then wander back
in a few years

and think that
everything's gonna be the same,

but it won't.

I mean, he might be gone.

Shit, this ranch might be gone.

And when it's gone, baby, I'm gone.

(Music)

You break your promise to me...

Then it stays broken.

(Grunts)

(Footsteps approaching)

(Knock on door)

(Groans)

I'm sorry. I didn't know
what she meant to you.

(Chuckles)

It's not what she means to me,
honey, it's...

It's what's right. What's decent.

No rules with our enemies,
but she isn't an enemy.

Well, that's an argument
for another time.

But... your ranch, your rules.

I fight how you say fight.

I'd like to stay.

(Music)

This is your home.

You don't need
my permission to live here.

For me, I do.

Then you have it.

Thank you.

- Beth...
- Yeah?

I love you, okay?

That never changes.

(Sighs)

(Music)

(Sighs)

(Music)

Morning, mama.

Hey, baby.

You can't call me that.

Why not?

Because it's not true.

I just thought 'cause I don't
have one, you could be it.

You been acting like it.

I've been acting like your friend,
which is what I am.

You lost your mother, kid.

You don't get another.

I lost mine. Same goes for me.

And I'm nobody's mother. Ever.
You got it?

Crying doesn't help.

Never does.

(Sighs)

You were in prison?

Yeah.

Explain that to me. Explain prison.

Walker: What part?

Could you have visitors?

I didn't have any,
but I guess I could have.

Wives? Girlfriends, they can visit?

Yeah.

Can they do more? Like, conjugals?

Yeah, you can do that.

You just got to reserve a room.

One last question...

How do I get a weapon in?

Walker: What kind of weapon?

One that doesn't look like a weapon.

(Deep breath)

Them hair pins are pretty good.

Just got to give the guards
something else to look at...

I reckon they wouldn't be
too concerned about your hair.

(Chuckles)

Thank you.

(Music)

What in the fuck was that about, Walker?

She was asking me about prison.

Pdson?

Yeah. Think she wants to kill somebody.

Whatever she told you,
you don't tell anybody else.

You understand me?

Walker: Yeah, I got that.

Hey.

What are you doing?

My last act before the kinder,
gentler me appears.

I don't need you getting
in trouble, Beth, or hurt or killed.

If you need something taken care of,
you tell me and I'll take care of it.

Beth: I know, baby.

But this one's just for me.

Okay?

I love you.

(Car starts)

(Music)

(Theme music playing)

(Shivering)

(Wind blowing)

(Music)

(Shivering)

(Sinister music)

(Bird screeching)

(Screeching)

(Serene music)

Colby: All right, let's not overbet
the pot here.

Forty.

- Oh, shit.
- Ooh, betting like you made the flush.

That's because I did make the flush.

Oh, no. If you made the flush, you'd be
acting like you didn't make the flush.

You're just trying to put me
off of my flush.

That is absolutely ass backwards.
I am begging you to match the pot.

Begging you.
Daddy needs a new pair of shoes.

Let me see. Let me see your face.

You are so full of shit again.
You are bluffing.

If he's bluffing, why are you folding?

I ain't got shit either.

- I'm done.
- Ryan: I am bluffing.

You know what? I'm going to raise you 40

because you're lying
and that's not nice.

- Woman: Let's go, girl!
- (All cheering)

Let's put the man to a decision.

Oh, no. I've already made my decision.
I'm all in.

Me too.

Colby: Turn 'em over.
Man: All right, let's see it.

Bye.

Oh!

Ace, king, seven, Jack.

- All diamonds.
- Okay, so you weren't lying. All right.

But, gee, and all I have
is this ace and seven.

(All cheering)

She went and dry fucked 'em
right there, didn't she? Yes, she did.

Didn't you three girls get fired?

He didn't say we couldn't come back.

That's exactly what it means
when you get fired,

it means you are not supposed
to come back ever.

So, if I get fired from McDonald's,

I can't ever go back to McDonald's
and get something to eat?

She's got a point.

Ryan: She'd have a point
if we sold hamburgers, Lloyd.

Lloyd: Technically,
we kind of do make hamburgers, so...

- Hey!
- Well, well, well...

Man: It's the texican.

Lloyd: Look who it is?
Jimmy: How y'all doing?

Lloyd: Everyone's great, Jimmy.

Colby: Everyone except for Ryan.
Ryan: Fuck you.

Colby: You can always do
one of those payday loans.

You can see things haven't
changed here. Pull up a chair.

Actually, uh...
I'm gonna need two chairs.

Colby: Why? Oh.

Lloyd: Ruh roh.

Oh, that's gonna go over
like a fart in church.

Everyone, this is Emily.

She's a vet down the sixes. And, uh...

She's my fiancee.

Oh, shit.

Lloyd: No, no, no no! No fighting!

Man: Just let them fight,
they don't even work here.

Laramie: Kick her fucking ass!
Man: Just let them fight.

Emily, Emily, Emily!

(All exclaiming)

I got $20 on Texas.

No, no, no, no!

Fucking barrel racers.

- That's enough, come on!
- Fuck you!

Fuck!

Ryan: Whoa. Whoa.

Well, shit!

Always good to exercise
after a long drive.

What're the chances
there's some whiskey in here?

- Chances are good.
- Lloyd: Chances are good.

Nice hook.

(Laughs)

Looks like this one's free.

Colby: It is now.

- Emily: What's the game?
- Whatever you want it to be.

Let me fucking go!

How fucking dare you bring her here?

How am I supposed to know
you're going to be here?

You don't fucking work here!

You said you were done with me.

And now it's the other way around.

Yeah.

God. You didn't fight.

Not even a little.

I took you at your word.

You said that if I left,
we were through. I left.

And I met her. And I...

And I fell in love.

And when I had to leave there
and come back here,

she chose an option that
you and I didn't discuss.

She chose to come with me.

So, it's my fault.

It's nobody's fault.

I had a lot of growing up to do.

I wish that I'd done it before
you and I met, but I didn't.

(Sniffling)

Okay.

Just forget everything that's
happened before right now.

All right. Choose.

Choose. Her or me.

- Mia...
- Choose!

(Sighs and sniffs)

Take me home, laramie.

(Sniffs)

Jimmy: I'm sorry, sir.
I didn't see you there. (Clears throat)

John: Walked down to see the horse.

Didn't seem like a conversation
I wanted to interrupt.

Well, to be honest, I wouldn't
have minded the interruption.

(Chuckles)

Yeah. It, uh...

It had that look.

Come on.

Come show me the horse.

(Music)

(Horse snorts)

You want me to take
that blanket off him?

Nah.

You know, I've never figured
out a way to look at one

and know if it had
a shred of talent or heart.

But if you look
at all this horse has done,

and all his babies have done...

I guess that's what
talent and heart looks like.

(Chuckles)

I see you drove up here
in the four sixes truck.

Yes, sir.

My fiancée will drive it back
with her when she goes.

Fiancee.

- Yes, sir. (Chuckles)
- Oh.

Now the fiancée's gonna drive back
and you're not going with her?

I'm going to work off what I owe you.

Then we'll figure it out.

So the wedding's gonna
be in, what, 75 years?

- (Chuckles)
- (John laughs)

I broke my word to you once.

Almost did it again to stay with her.

No, I'm going to pay you what I owe.

Texas was good for you.

Yes, sir, I think it was. (Chuckles)

Only person you owe is yourself, Jim.

You don't owe me a thing.

Thank you, sir.

(Music)

No matter what you decide, or...

How it works out,
you always have a place right here.

(Music)

Lee: You're not doing what he asked.

He said pray for a vision.

But I don't see you praying.

(Laughs)

So what are you doing here?

You need help?

Let me in. I can help you.

I can't.

Just open the doors.

They told me not to. (Laughs)

I'm your brother.

Let me help you.

They won't let me.

Let me in, you fucking child!
Look at me!

- (Screams)
- This is your vision!

This is your destiny!

(Screaming)

Monica: Baby, shh.

(Echoing) It's just a dream.

(Shushes)

(Sinister music)

It's just a dream.

(Wolf howls)

(Panting)

(Music)

(Cows lowing)

Hey, start looking for
that son of a bitch!

He might be laid up in them trees
or that deep grass over there.

I got him.

You weren't in Texas that long.

Rip: Let him try, Lloyd, let him try.
Go on, Jimmy.

(Music)

(Lowing)

He didn't run like
he has pneumonia, did he?

No, Jimmy. He sure didn't.

Let him go.

Jake: You toss one
hell of a loop, Jimmy.

Yeah, you may make a team roper yet.

Spend enough time roping during the day

I don't have to go waste
my nights doing it.

That's like a dentist going home
and looking at pictures of teeth.

Whatever you say, Tex.

I'll be damned. Look who went off
and become a cowboy.

Yeah, it seems that way,
doesn't it, Lloyd?

- Any more in here?
- Lloyd: I don't believe so.

Rip: Let's just do a little
once-over though, yeah?

(Door opens)

Caroline: When people come here,

they expect their opponents
to be a bunch of rednecks.

People of the land,
I guess you could say...

They don't expect you.

They don't expect a fight.

That's why you have been
such an effective nuisance for so long.

I, however, was aware

of just what a huge problem
you could be.

I was prepared...

I gave you enough rope to hang yourself,

and, oh, boy,
did you fucking hang yourself.

You have violated everything.

From the terms of your contract
to your nda.

You have committed corporate espionage.

I don't know anything about that.

Look at the ease with which you lie.

Do you think I don't know
anyone at the times?

We own that fucking building!

(Music)

(Sighs) What do you suppose we'll find

when I subpoena
the little hippie's call records?

And the reporters.

Good luck with that.

First amendment and all...

I manage the largest private fund
in the world.

And you know what you've done?

You've made it personal for me.

I don't care how much we spend,
or how long it takes,

I'm gonna put a public restroom
where your fucking house is.

I'm gonna chop down every tree,
and dam every creek.

I am going to rape
your fucking ranch to death.

And you, you little bitch,
are going to prison.

Needless to say, you're fired.

Gonna be late for my date.

See ya, Cal.

You've been as uninteresting
as I expected.

Ma'am?

- (Knock on door)
- (Door opens)

John dutton here to see you.

Send him in.

Thank you.

Mitchell: John.

Hello, Mitch.

You walk pretty good
for a man who got shot.

I play 18 holes,
I can't walk for a month.

Well, it's been a few months now.

I stand corrected. Have a seat.

What can I do for you?

I wanna talk about
this summer Higgins case.

- You know her?
- Little bit.

From what I know, she's not a criminal.

Overly passionate, maybe...

John, she's an environmental terrorist.

Forty-two arrests in a dozen states.

I've put many an armed robber in prison,

they're equally as passionate
about their position.

But because these people think that
their cause has some moral high ground

they think the laws don't apply to them.

But the laws they break
are still broken.

An officer was still assaulted,
land was still vandalized,

and property was still destroyed.

My obligation is to the rule of law,
which is eroding everywhere.

Not here. Not on my watch.

So you're willing to send her to prison
for the rest of her life?

I instructed council on both sides
to ignore her motivation,

focus on the damage,

and bring me a plea agreement
with some weight.

But you speaking
on her behalf has weight too,

and I'll take it into consideration.

I appreciate it, Mitch.

John, I want to be clear.

She is going to prison.

Only thing to debate is how long.

(Music)

(Alarm buzzer)

(Music)

- What the fuck is this?
- It's your conjugal.

I don't have a fucking conjugal.

We can take you back
to your cell if you want.

Let me figure this out.

Well, this place is depressing as hell.

It's prison.

It's all depressing.

I'd love to shine
a blue light on that couch.

Who are you?

I'm one of the people you tried to kill.

I don't know you to want to kill you.

(Sighs)

You tried to kill my father.

And my brother.

- You're a dutton.
- Bingo.

Look, like I told the other guy:
The order come in.

I sent it out.
For me, it's just business.

What other guy?

The suit. The lawyer.
The one in the papers.

This lawyer?

That's the one.

You know you're going
to die here, right?

When you're old and weak
and you can barely take a piss

and it's been so long since
you had any decent food

that you actually look fonivard
to the fish fry on Fridays

and you're waiting to die
and everyone that you've known

is gone or forgotten you,

you will realize...

They have you perfectly trained.

Trained to stand up,
trained to sit down,

trained to line up, trained to sleep.

And you will realize
that your time on this planet

has been an utter waste and failure.

And you will know in your heart

that this world would have been
a better place without you.

And then you will
remember me telling you.

You know,
life isn't a longevity contest.

It's a contest in quality:

What good you can get from life,
what good you can give it.

And your life is already over.

You're just waiting to die.

I hope you wait 'til you're a hundred.

(Wade Bowen "beat me down" plays)

Hey, you ain't ropin'?

We're on cooler patrol.

Come on, don't be intimidated.

You gotta come up here,
and rope with mama.

Yeah, get out there and rope with mama,

this cooler's gonna be safe with me.

Thatjoke's getting old.

- Not even a little.
- No, it's super old.

They age like fine wine.

There's turtles that live
two hundred and fifty years.

Yourjokes are older.

Are you two a couple?

(Laughs)

In this road of loneliness

hey, go fucking get 'em, baby!

You do realize that
this isn't an actual rodeo, right?

Yeah, we're just, you know,
playing, it's just for fun.

Sure, sure, sure.

Yeah!

Next up, old timers.

Old timers? Hell, I'm only 36.

Thirty six? I thought you were 50.

You motherfuckers drink that cooler dry
and I'm gonna rope your ass next.

- Lloyd, you ready?
- I'm ready, Jake.

Well, my momma has a nice way
telling me I look like hell...

(Whoops)

I guess it's from the alcohol

I guess I might as well

how's that for an old fart?

Does it hurt your arthritis or anything
when you swing that rope around?

All right, Jimmy. I've seen you head.
Let's see if you can heel.

- Come on.
- Good job, good job.

Damn you, devil
endless road and loneliness

- you good, Jimmy?
- Yes, sir.

(Whoops) Damn. Look at ol' Jimmy rope.

I don't understand the world anymore.

He's a hand, ain't he?

Dogs are purring. Cats are barking.
I don't understand anything.

You two are fucking crazy,
you know that?

Like bananas in the brain.

A barrel racer girl
just called us crazy.

Yeah, I know.
I just don't know how to respond.

(Music)

Caught one for you.

How the fuck you'd hurt
your knee roping a steer?

I didn't hurt it roping the steers.
I hurt it fucking your mother

the other night.

Fuck you, first Jimmy,
now you're all fucked up.

- (Bell ringing)
- Teeter: Gettin' fucked up her pee-hole.

I've been ringing this fucking thing
for an hour!

Teeter: Come join us, baby!

Emily: Sorry, gator.

Calm down, gator.
Have some fucking whiskey. We're coming.

Come on, drink up.

Bring the whiskey out here!

You happy?

I know who I am now.

Or at least what I want to do.
And who I want to do it with.

- What do you want to do?
- (Chuckles)

String together
a whole lifetime of days like today.

(Laughs) It's hard to do.

No. No, it's hard to do here.

This job's hard enough
without having to fight

the whole world for the right to do it.

Texas...

I'm not fighting the neighbor
to do my job

because he's got the same job.

And so does his neighbor.

It's just cattle and cowboys
all the way to the horizon.

You're going back to Texas, ain't you?

I'm not much of a fighter.

I might make a cowboy yet.

Hell, Jimmy, you're a cowboy already.

(Music)

(Voice trembling) Good luck.

(Music)

Did you try calling her?

Yeah, she didn't answer.

Should I be worried?

Think I'm worried enough for both of us.

Sorry, I'm late.

So hun, before dinner, I've got
a little business to take care of.

Everybody outside.

What business, honey?

Everybody out, come on! Outside.

Come on, let's go.

Give me a hand, would ya?

Beth...

What the hell are you doing?

There's something that
I gotta do tomorrow, dad,

and I want to be
a married woman when I do it.

Honey, let's do this right.
Let me plan...

I don't give a shit
about the wedding, dad.

I just care about the marriage.

Sweetheart, that's a priest.

We aren't fucking catholic.

I don't care.
He can sign the thing, right?

That's all that matters.

We're getting married.

You okay with this?

Beth, you are so fucking crazy.

I thought you wanted to find
a place that was just ours.

I do.

We will take that ride, I promise.

Sweetheart, if it makes you happy,
I'm happy.

There's two things
I gotta grab real quick.

Just give me one second, all right?

I'll be right back.

Look, I'm just sayin' it's not chili.

- It's chili.
- It's got beans in it.

The whole point of chili
is to use up all the shit

you got in you kitchen, you can
put anything you want in it.

No, no, that's stew.

As soon as you put beans in chili,
it ain't chili.

Colby: Then what the fuck
do they call this in Texas?

They don't call it anything
because it doesn't exist,

it's got beans in it.

They don't eat beans in Texas.

They eat beans all day,
they just don't eat them in chili.

So why the fuck does Texas get to decide

- what the fuck goes in chili?
- Because they invented it.

Will y'all shut the fuck up?

I can't eat whatever
the fuck you call it

with you assholes jabbering.

It's good, it's just not chili.

Lloyd. I need you.
Grab your stuff, will you?

Jimmy: Hey, rip, will you tell them?

If you put beans in chili,
is it still chili?

Jimmy, shut the fuck up.

Nobody cares about your goddamn chili.

Yeah, fuck you, Jimmy.
You still owe me a rope.

Jimmy: Some things just never change.
Colby: But I got to tell you...

This is some damn good chili.

You know, when your mom
makes chili, no beans.

Don't start this shit again.

Actually, I feel really bad,

I should have said
something before we came.

I had a very, very brief
relationship with Colby's mother.

- Here we go!
- Jimmy: It wasn't love.

At least not for me.
I can't speak for her.

It was a very, very
physical relationship.

Jimmy, I'm gonna come across this table.

Okay, I'm sorry.

Although it's crazy you would say that,
that's exactly what I did with your mom.

- Oh!
- That's it!

(All laughing)

I'll break your neck again
and send you back to the hospital!

I'm sorry.

(Music)

Lloyd: Where we going?

Rip: Wedding.

Lloyd: Yours? Rip: Yes, sir.

(Both laughing)

We ain't had the bachelor party yet.

Lloyd, we're doing
everything ass backwards, buddy.

You'll be married and we won't be
able to do any of the shit I'm planning.

- The groom is...
- Big guy, black hat.

So... you stand here.

And, uh...

You'll take her hand
and walk her here to the...

What would be an altar.

- And you are...
- I'm the best man.

You stand beside him.

I'm just the stall cleaner.

Stall cleaner can stay where he is.

And, uh, okay, here we go.

- (John clears throat) Beth...
- Beth: Mmm-hmm.

Beth, you can't wear
that dress at your wedding.

Don't worry, daddy.
I won't be wearing it long.

Beth, I am not your buddy.
Okay, I'm your...

I'm your father. So can you factor that
into our conversations going fon/vard?

Okay.

- Ready? I love you.
- Yeah.

(Music)

Honey... I hope you'll let me do
this again for you.

And do it right.

You can do it any way you want it.

All right.

Beth: Okay. John: Okay.

Who presents the bride?

Me. I'm... I'm her father.

So normally I would say
a few things about the couple,

but I don't have
any idea who you people are,

so I will just move onward to the vows.

I, state your name...

I, rip Wheeler...

Priest: Do take... state her name...
To be my lawful wedded bride.

Take Beth dutton to be
my lawful wedded bride.

Priest: To have and to hold,
to honor and Cherish,

from this day fonnard,

for better or worse,
for richer or poorer,

in sickness and in health,
until death do us part.

To honor and to love,

to Cherish through everything...

Until I die.

And then somehow longer, baby.

Priest: And now, miss dutton,
repeat after me,

- I, Beth dutton...
- Fuck yes, I do.

Priest: Um... not yet.

You do, I suppose. (Chuckles)

Are there rings?

No rings.

No, hold on. I have one.

Here it is.

Beth: What?

It was my mother's ring.

We didn't have much, Beth, we were poor,

but it's yours.

And so am I.

Priest: I now pronounce you
husband and wife.

(Laughing)

Beth: We're married.

Thank you, uh...
Thank you for doing this, father.

You're welcome. And don't worry,
I won't press charges.

Charges?

Sorry, daddy. I had to kidnap him.

If I could get a ride back to my church,
I would appreciate it.

Hold on. Hold on...

How exactly did she kidnap you?

- Pistol.
- It was just a little one.

- Okay. Come on. Let's go.
- Tiny.

Jesus Christ.

Excuse me, father.

Why don't I take you home myself?

Lloyd: (Laughs)
Damn, that was beautiful.

They all like that?

(Laughs) Hell, kid,
ain't none of 'em like that.

(Music)

(Sinister music)

Hey.

What do you want from me?

(Panting)

(Music)

(Grunts)

(Groans)

Give me eyes up top.

Knight 33, this is bravo one.

Be advised, the beacon is in place.

(Explosion)

- (Sobbing)
- (Gun firing)

(Explosion)

(Music)

(Muted explosions)

(Muted gun firing)

(Screaming)

- (Screams)
- (Wolves howling)

(Panting)

(Wolves continue howling)

(Music)

Thank you for coming.
Did you talk to the judge?

- We talked.
- And?

And he listened.
We're about to find out how much.

Woman: All rise.

The state of Montana vs. Summer Higgins,

judge Mitchell Davis presiding.

Be seated.

At the arraignment, your client
issued a plea of not guilty.

Does your client wish
to change her plea?

She does, your honor.

If it please the court,
may council approach?

Mitchell: Council may approach.

They're entering
your plea agreement now.

The judge will ask you
to reverse your plea.

Once you do that,
you are at the mercy of the court.

No, we agreed to a suspended sentence...

No, your attorneys agreed.
Not the judge.

The judge does not have to honor it.

What should I do?

Summer, I...

I trust a jury more than
I trust the judge.

Mitchell: Will the defendant
please rise?

Council has presented the court
with a plea agreement.

Are you aware of this agreement?

Summer: I am, your honor.

Do you wish to change
your plea to guilty?

I do, your honor.

Mitchell: Your plea is changed
to a plea of guilty.

In exchange for your plea
the state is offering

a 15 year suspended sentence
and a $10,000 fine.

Are you aware of this plea offer?

I am, your honor.

When imposing a sentence,
this court must consider

many factors, motive being one of them.

Many courts in the past have confused
your intentions with motive.

Your intention, miss Higgins,
may be to affect policy change,

or bring awareness to issues.

But that is not your motive.

That is not your motive
when you throw rocks

and frozen water bottles.

When you damage private property
and defy lawful orders.

Your motive then
is to destroy and disrupt.

And the result of that is
the erosion of the rule of law.

When courts dismiss your unlawful acts,

they are weakening the rule of law,

and creating avenues of opportunity

for people whose sole intent
is theft and violence.

And they prey on the most vulnerable
in our society.

The elderly, the young,
the weak, the poor.

They prey on those least likely
to recover from the attack.

And you, miss Higgins,
pave the way for them.

I am not swayed
by your college education

and your outreach work
in the community, in fact, the opposite.

You know better.

If you wish to change laws,

run for office or vote for those
who wish to change them as well.

I look at your file
and I see a career criminal,

who has deluded herself into believing
that she is not a criminal

because she believes she is right.

And you may be right, miss Higgins,

but that does not exempt you

from the laws of this state
and this nation.

For the two counts of
assault on a peace officer,

I am sentencing you
to 15 years per offense.

For the charge of defying a lawful order
I am sentencing you to one year,

for the charge of reckless endangerment

I am sentencing you to 18 months,

and for the charge of criminal trespass,
because you are a habitual offender,

I am sentencing you to
the maximum of five years.

If you are a model inmate
who treats the rules of prison

with more respect
than you treat our laws,

you will be eligible
for parole in 14 years.

Bailiff, place the inmate in custody.

Wait, what?

I'm trying to make the world
a better place

and you're taking my life?

- Woman: All rise.
- You're taking away my life?

What's happening?

Summer. Summer, look at me. Look at me.

Stop crying. Okay?

You have a new fight now.
Be ready for it.

Lawyer: We're going to appeal
this in the morning.

John: Hey.

Bailiff: Sir, you can't touch
the inmate.

It's her last fucking hug.
Let her have it.

Get your mind right.

It's a long fight and it starts now.

(Music)

God damn, Mitch.

Who the fuck do you think
you are marching in this office?

What in the world was that about?

You will knock before
you enter these chambers

or a bailiff will drag you out.

(Knocks)

You think justice was served today?

It was harsh, but it was just.

Six months of cleaning toilets
in county jail is harsh,

what you did was fucking cruel.

It is a necessary message to send.

What's the message, Mitch?
"Fuck with me and I'll put you in prison

"'til you're too fucking old
to have children?"

Or a goddamn career? Or any life at all?

I followed the letter of the law.

For fuck's sake.

She's a woman who pushed
a full-grown man. The law?

You know...

There is a difference between
what's legal and what's just.

Not to me, there isn't.

There is the law
and there is the law and that is it.

Well, I got bad news for you:
That is the future out there.

That is your voting base.

And you just told them
to go fuck themselves.

You got it backwards, John.

That's what they're telling us.

Give me one of those.

We're losing this place.

And every year it happens faster.

I know.

I'm trying to stop it.

I don't think it can be stopped.

Here's what's going to happen.

Charlotte's going
to appeal the sentence.

- You will suspend the felony assaults...
- I won't.

You made your point.

Now show some goddamn mercy.

Suspend the felony assault,

reduce the trespass to a year,
you can keep all the others.

She'll be out in eight months.

Yeah, eight months of hell.

(Scoffs)

So this is it, huh?

The pound of flesh?

It's the right thing to do.

(Laughing) Right barely factors
into it anymore, John.

The cancer of entitlement
is eating everything.

I just snip away at the symptom.

Have her file the appeal on Friday.

I don't want it on the court record
I changed the sentence after one day.

Friday it is.

I look at my grandchildren

and I am terrified of the world
we are leaving them.

I honestly have no idea what this place
will even look like in a 100 years.

Grass will cover the streets

and weeds will cover the rooftops.

I don't think we make it a 100 years.

Then god starts over.

Tries again,
if he's got the stomach for it.

(Music)

You have a visitor.

I don't have an appointment.

Not an appointment. A visitor.

A visitor.

I wanted to share the good news.

He made an honest woman of me.

Congratulations.

Thank you.

What do you want?

I knew it was you.

I'm not playing this game again.

It's not a game, Jamie.

Hey, on that fancy computer,

log onto the bureau of prisons website,
would you?

You do have access to that?

I was always the computer whiz.

Let me have a crack at it.

Move over.

Get away from my... ow!

(Groans)

(Music)

I have done everything I need to do
to never see this world again, Jamie.

I am prepared.

I will ruin my life today.

And I swear to god
I will fucking kill you,

so just sit down and let me do it.

(Chuckles)

Auto fill on the passwords?

(Snorts) Good for you, Jamie.

Way to keep the computer system secure.

Have a look.

If you saw him,
then you know it wasn't me.

Beth: That's not what he said.

Well, he's fucking lying.

You saw him in the prison.

I went to see him
in the prison to find out

if my father was fucking involved.

Was he?

I had no idea. None.

He only admitted it once I held
a fucking gun to his head.

And when he did admit it,
why didn't you blow his head off?

He's...

I'll tell you why.

Because deep down in here
it's what you always wanted.

I'm sure he told you that
he did it because he loves you, right?

He loves you, Jamie.

And he wants the best for you,
and all the things you deserve,

but that's just not the truth, is it?

He just wants what you want.

He wants what everyone
who has ever attacked us wants:

He wants the land.

Option one: I tell my father.

He will call the governor
and he will have you both arrested.

Your spineless, woman-murdering father

will instantly say it was your idea.

You know that, right?

He will cut an immunity deal
and he will testify against you.

You will be charged
with attempted murder times three

and will spend the rest
of your life in jail,

which actually, it won't be that long,
because you will probably commit suicide

after your first rape.

Option two...

Now this is a good one.

I tell my husband what your father did,

and he will kill him.

(Voice trembling) And then
I'll tell my husband...

That you had his child
out from my belly...

And then you had me sterilized,

so he can never have
a family of his own.

And you, no matter where you hide,

he will find you

and will tear you apart
with his bare fucking hands.

(Music)

Wouldn't you like to know
which option I picked?

Jamie: Beth, wait.

Beth, please.

Please, please, please. Please, please.

(Exhales) Please.

(Music)

There is a third option.

Care to hear it?

(Wind howling)

You're not real.

Depends on what you think "real" means.

I don't know you.

You see what you can understand.

You know me.

(Ominous music)

You're ready.

Ready for what?

To stand on the cliff.

Come on. Through the doors.

Close them behind you

or there's no telling what could be
waiting for you when you get back.

What do you see?

Two paths.

Woman: Look down the left one.

Oh, god.

Now look down the right.

Tough choice.

Can you help me make it?

I can help you walk the path.

But you must choose it.

(Horse snorting)

(Music)

Let's go home.

(Music)

What did you see?

I saw the end of us.

Come on.

(Music)

(Jimmy laughs)

Safe travels, brother.

- See you around, Jake.
- Yes, sir.

My pleasure meeting you.

Just don't ever hit me like you hit her.

(Laughs) Pleasure was mine.

- See you around, Jimmy.
- See ya.

Now, listen, when you get back to Texas,
you all start making fucking babies,

have yourself a hell of a life. Okay?

You understand a word
of what she just said?

Something about our taxes.

- (Sniffs)
- (Laughs)

Come here.

(Chuckung)

Actually, I'm gonna see you Thanksgiving
at your mom's house. (Laughs)

(Laughs)

See ya around, Walker.

You were right about that chili.

No beans in that shit.

Big old howdy to them boy
in Texas for me.

Yes, sir.

Ma'am.

Rip: Come here, Jimmy.

I want you to know you always
have a place here. All right?

Jimmy: Thank you, sir, I do.

Hey, I'm proud of you.

- Thank you.
- Yeah.

I, uh...

(Laughs)

Jimmy, cowboys don't say goodbye.

They say, "see you later,"
till we're in that fucking dirt.

We'll say our goodbyes then.

Got a long drive.
Come on, get out of here. Let's go.

(Engine starts)

(Music)

(Crying)

I'll say this, she is persistent.

Hey. If you're having second thoughts,
you're not gonna get a better chance

- than right now to share them.
- It's not second thoughts.

It's... guilt maybe.

Regret.

I don't know what to call it.

It's called life.

Most of it hurts.

But that's so when something feels good
we have a frame of reference.

(Music)

Where are you going?

I don't know.

Just wander for a bit.

I worry about you alone, though.

You know, those duttons
are always gonna use

your fear against you.

If I can ever teach you
to be fearless...

Then you will truly have
the world licked.

You'll have everything you ever wanted.

Hell, you almost have everything now.

You got the second most powerful
office in the state.

You got a child.

And a woman who believes in you.

And look at this.

This is yours.

Most people...

The best they can hope is to
dream about something like this.

Hell, most people, they don't even know

something like this exists
to dream about.

I'm 61-years-old,
and these last months I...

Well, they made all the 60 years
of fucking hell I endured worth it.

Don't you let those fucking duttons
deceive you

into thinking you're a bad man.

You're a good man, son.

And I love you.

(Music)

I love you too, dad.

(Sobbing)

(Music)

Beth: Stop.

Turn around.

You should have picked
options one or two.

Three's gonna be worse.

Cause you're fucking mine now.

(Music)

Where have you been?

Keeping my promise.

Which promise is this?

The one where I swore to
destroy anything that hurts you.

Did you?

Speak to me straight, Beth.

Did I lose a son today?

He was never your son, dad.

He is a disappointment
and my greatest failure, but I...

I raised him and I love him,
as much as I've tried not to.

So just answer the question,
do I still have him?

Beth: Yes.

But now you own him, daddy.

I'm going to sleep.

No riding today?

Having trouble seeing the point today.

There is no point. It's just fun.

Rip says one day no one will ride.

Well...

Guess we'd better ride.

(Kolton Moore and the clever few's
"peace in the pines" playing)

Put me to peace in the pines

don't bother with
those white and yellow lines

race ya!

Take me to the land
where I was dealt my hand

put me to peace in the pines

so take this body home

my soul has gone away

and to a better place

and don't let 'em see me

because you know! Will be crying

don't bother with
those white and yellow lines

(music)