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- How'd you get out?

- Don't catch that one.

- Why not?

- Don't want him caught.

That's the horse
that killed my mother.

- Why not put him down?
Or sell him?

- You're applying logic
to a situation

where it isn't wanted.

- I don't know
what that means.

- So, you're Daddy's new pet.

- I ain't no one's pet.

- Yeah, you are.

Been thinking about
getting a pet of my own.

- Yeah? Have fun with it...

- It's okay to watch me
walk away, you know.

That's why we do it.

- You're startin' to get some
swish in them hips, young lady.

- Eat shit,
you fucking redneck.

- Little orphan boy
fell in love today.

With the farmer's daughter.

Little. Orphan. Boy...

Little.
Orphan. Boy.

Lovestruck little orphan boy ...

Ahh! Ahh!

- Get him off me!

I'll cut you up, boy!

- You had it coming.

Touch that boy again

and I'll gut you
in your fucking sleep.

Rip. Go to the barn.
Go to bed.

- Ah. All right.

- Why are you crying?

- What are you doing here?

- Asked you first.

- I ain't playing
games with you.

- Why are you crying?

- Just...I get
so mad sometimes...

And this is how it comes out.

- Yeah, I do that, too.

Why are you mad?

- I killed my family.

- How?

- By not being bigger.

- I killed my mother.

- How?

- By being scared.

I don't do scared anymore.

You'll be plenty big some day,
I'm sure.

Kiss me.

- What for?

- It'll make us feel better.

- I don't know how.

- Me neither.

- What are you doing here?

- Just watching.

- Why the scowl?
- No scowl.

I do things sometimes...

How do I explain it...

I can see things in people,

and I feel like if
I can touch it...

even if the rest
of the person is rotten,

I can take that good thing
and I can make it part of me.

Do you understand?

- There's plenty of good
in you, Beth.

And none in that
son of a bitch.

Trust me.

- I'm sorry, Rip.

I'm sorry I did that to you.

- You didn't do it to me.

But woman, you sure can.

Anytime you want.

And "I'm sorry" is two words
you never have to say to me.

Now I'm gonna ride off
into the sunset,

- That's the sunrise.

- Shit. You know what I mean.

- Even your walk is angry,
sweetheart.

- With good reason.

- I'm gonna check the airfield
in Deer Lodge.

But I'm starting to think
that plane's from another state.

- Yeah if I can get a warrant,

we can check flight logs
out of air traffic control

in Bozeman.

It'll be a a lot of data
to sift through, but---

- I thought we're not supposed
to talk about work

at the dinner table.

- In the morning,
it's the breakfast table, Beth.

We can talk business
at the breakfast table.

- This is not a breakfast table.

This is a dining room table.

How do I know it's
a dining room table?

Because it's in
the fucking dining room.

Breakfast tables
are in the kitchen.

We don't even have one there--

we have a bar
in the kitchen.

So, I guess the point is, dad,

you can discuss about whatever
you want at the dinner table,

it's just us who have
to navigate the algorithm

of ways in which you
control what's discussed.

- Honey, I don't even know
what the fuck that means.

- This is what it means, dad.

- Stop wasting your time, son.
Just go to the source.

I want him to know we know.

- You think that's a good idea?

- If I didn't think
it was a good idea,

I wouldn't have suggested it.

Wear your badge today, Kayce.

Take Ryan with you.

Keep it official.

You.

You've lost the right
to question me for a while.

- Breakfast bar.

- Why don't you say:

"Dad, I need to talk
to you about something."

Why do you have to take
a giant wrecking ball

to every meal before
we have the conversation

you wanted to have
in the first place.

- It's important you understand
my passion for the subject

before the subject
is introduced.

- I think I understand it,
honey.

So what is it
you want me to say, hm?

The floor is yours.
What did I do this time?

- Why is Rip living
in the bunkhouse

and cleaning out
horse stalls?

He's a grown man.

- They're all grown men, honey.

He's living in the bunkhouse

because the ranch
foreman doesn't.

Kayce's ranch foreman.

He gets the foreman's house.

- Why isn't he sleeping in the
bedroom in this fucking house?

- He doesn't want
to stay here.

Rip living in the bunkhouse
is an obstacle you can overcome.

If that's what you
choose to do, Beth.

- Don't you dare
make this about me.

He looks at you like a father.

- But I'm not his father, honey.

I'm Kayce's father.

And Rip's not being punished.
All right?

I'm making a shift.

He's making a sacrifice.

How that works out.

How I reward that is...

is how I see it settled.

I hope that's enough for you.

- It's always enough for me.

- Okay, honey.

Now go ruin someone else's day.

- That's the plan, Daddy.

- Becoming a man
requires bravery.

Witnessed by others.

Not just words.
Actions.

Five achievements, or coups,
to prove your worth.

Touching your enemy,

taking your enemy's weapons,

taking your enemy's horse,

leading a successful war party.

And jumping from one
horse to another ...

This is what the Indian Relay
pays homage to--

Our actions speaking
louder than words ...

That exchange is everything.

It signifies getting knocked
off your horse in battle

but continuing on
and never giving up.

To be a great leader,
comes from atop a horse.

The horse reveals who you are.

- What's this have to do
with Christopher Columbus?

- Absolutely nothing.

But look at all you learned.

Any other questions?

- We pulled the stops
out for ya.

Made it look like the real deal.

But practice is just a taste.

You gotta come to Sheridan
in a few weeks

if you really want
to really feel it.

- I doubt the university

is gonna let me take
the class to Wyoming.

- I didn't invite the class.

- Ho. Woo.

- Whoa. Yeah.

- Goddamn that horse can slide
like a motherfucker.

- I tell ya,
if the world was flat,

he'd slide right off it.

- If he can stop like
that when Travis comes,

you'll be in the money.

- Don't worry about that,
I'll be in the money.

- Hey can I ask you something.

Is there any extra work
I could do around here?

Just gotta make some money.

- You can do all the extra work
you want around here, Jimmy,

but you ain't gonna get
paid for it.

You're on salary.

- So there's nothing I can do?

- When a cowboy needs
extra money, he wins it.

- Wins it how?

- Bronc riding, roping,
bulldogging, cutting.

All the shit we do every day.

But you can barely
do it as it is,

that ain't gonna win
no money at it.

- Yeah, so both of them
came from the barn.

- Did the sheriff's deputies

confirm the boy's weapon
was loaded?

- Yes, weapon was loaded.

- And the weapon
was pointed at Kayce

or the other agent?

- No, Kayce first,
then the officer.

Isn't that right?
- Hmm?

- Care to join the meeting?

- Yeah. Sorry I'm--yes.

Sorry, the so boy was--

he pointed the shotgun
at Kayce,

then the livestock agent.

What does it say in the report?

- Sheriff doesn't specify
in the report.

- Dirty son of a bitch.

Just answer it, son.

- Sorry, yes. Apologies.
- Jesus.

- Yeah.
Finally.

Jamie, avoiding me

won't prevent the article
from coming out.

You know, I'm not
avoiding you--I'm just...

Things are different now.

- Nothing's different, Jamie.

I need to verify some
of your statement

before I talk to your father.

- My father.

- Yeah, I have to give him
an opportunity to respond.

- Sarah, I'm begging you.

I pulled out of the race.

I'm rescinding my
permission to be quoted.

- Yeah, doesn't
work like that.

- It does now.

- I need you to
confirm a few things.

- I'm not confirming anything.

If you quote me once
or refer to me in any way,

I will fucking sue
you into oblivion.

- Fine, Jamie.
I'll have Legal call

and walk you through
your lack of options.

- It looks to me
like the sheriff's report

is intentionally vague,

to give a sense your agents
didn't follow procedure.

The real issue is their
failure to respond.

Once it's official
and I'm sworn in,

this will be the first
thing I dig into.

- The general election is all
Haskell's thinking about.

- This will go away
long before then.

- Thank you, Cassidy.

- Anything else?

- What?

- I'm having a moment of sorts.

- Should I be worried
about what happens next?

- No, this one's ...

It's more philosophical
in nature.

- You ever wonder
what this place looked like

before any of us were here?

- All the time, honey.

All the time.

- When you fire a pistol,
you aren't aiming.

You point.
- Okay.

- It's sense memory.
Repetition.

Hold your hands up,
like a boxer.

Get your feet
in a fighting stance.

- Like this?

- I need you to trust me.

- Okay.

- Put your feet together.

Now let yourself
fall toward me.

- What?
- Fall towards me.

- You're gonna catch me?
- I won't have to, but yes.

Make fists.

Now throw a punch in the air,
but don't bring it back.

Open your hand.

Extend your other hand.

Keep both eyes open.
- Yep.

- Focus on the front sight.

Cover your target with it.

Now fire.

Again.

- I feel like a god.

- Whoever holds the gun is god.

Until they pull the trigger.

Then you're the devil.

- Can I help you?

- Mr. Jenkins.
Hello.

- Gun, gun!
Put it down! Listen to me!

I will shoot you
in the fucking face

if you don't drop
the weapon!

- I'm a god.

Pull the trigger
and you're the devil.

- I'm already the devil.

- Jesus.
What the fuck are we doing?

- We're not doing anything.
Stay here.

- I saw lots of pictures
of family...

but no family.

- I sent them away.

- Why'd you do that?

- So you wouldn't kill them.

- How you doing?

- Can I help you?

- You Mr. Jenkins?

I'm with Big Sky Roofing.

Got a leak, huh?

- Yeah, just, umm...
give me a minute.

- Hey!

Toss the pistol over.

Do it.

Now the radio.

Got cuffs?
You know the drill.

- I'm a fucking law
enforcement agent.

- You're not the only one.

- Doing a little moonlighting,
are we?

- Alimony's a bitch.
Get up.

- Are you fucking kidding me?
- Get in.

- Asshole!

- Fuck you.

- Nobody wants
to fucking kill you.

We just want to live our lives
the way we've been living them

for the past hundred years.

And you keep coming here and
trying to take it away from us

All we just want you
to fucking stop.

Thought I made that clear.

Guess I'm wrong.

- You made it clear.

You hung me
from a fucking rope.

Now you sit on my porch

and you fucking threaten me?
Again?!

What the fuck do you want?!

What do you want?

What warrants you being
in my fucking house!

- You killed our cattle.

- I did what?

I don't know
how to kill cattle.

You stupid fucking redneck.

I'll tell you what
I do know how to do.

I know how to crush empires.

And I will crush your father's.

Thank you for showing me
the rules that you play by.

I look forward to the challenge.

- What a fucked situation
this is.

Forgot to ask me for my keys.

I guess I'll be
the only grown-up in the room.

- Kayce!

- You're going
to tell me the truth

right fucking now,
you prick.

Now!

- I don't know
how to kill cows.

I wish I did.

When I see the pain it's caused
you and your family.

I wish it had been me.

- My guess is you're from
a California office.

I'd go back to it
if I were you.

- Make me.

- Rules are different
around here.

- I know these rules.

- Yeah. We'll see.

- Wasn't Jenkins.

- It had to be.

- I looked him in the eye.
It wasn't him.

- What happened?
- It's fine.

- No, I mean,
you don't look fine.

- Didn't say I was fine.

I was just saying it went fine.

- You know, sometimes
I look at you, and I...

I don't recognize the man
looking back at me.

What happened to you
over there, son?

- I don't like
to talk about it.

I notice you don't, either.

- I never talked about it
'cuz I never saw the point,

We might be more alike
than you wanna admit.

- You wanna hear a war story?

- Yeah.

If it helps explain
the man looking at me,

then yes, I do son.

- We were in Pakistan.

Weren't supposed to be there,
but that's where we were.

We're hitting
a high value target.

We blew the door
off his house,

making our way down the hall,

when this piece of shit
moves out of his bedroom,

using his wife as a shield...

and he's got 8-year-old
daughter on a leash,

front of him.
And he's holding an AK-47

over their heads,

and starts
sending rounds at us.

And everybody froze

because his family...

until it got my weapons sergeant
and my medic killed.

So, I had a decision to make...

and in a tenth-of-a-second
I made it.

I killed him and his wife
and that little girl.

Soldiers don't tell war
stories anymore, Dad.

'Cause wars these days...

it's just about trying
to live through 'em.

- First down, three wide
receivers...

Left side, Roberts, back...

Plenty of time
to get downfield...

and wide open...

- Ahh...

- County Sheriff's
Department failed...

to provide back up to the
livestock agents involved,

increasing the likelihood
of a violent response

from the suspect.

Though our investigation
is preliminary,

the shooting was justifiable

and the only action

available
to the livestock agent,

whose life was clearly
in danger.

Now currently
we are conducting

an exhaustive internal
investigation

into the procedures
of our dispatchers

and the reaction time
of our deputies

and I want to express
our sincerest apologies

to the Montana Livestock
Agent involved

as well as the agency
as a whole

for our failure to respond,

aggravating the dangers
that those agents faced.

- Jesus, how'd you
get him to say that?

- I didn't.

- I think you just run
down and say 'whoa.'

- I'm afraid there might be
a little more to it than that,

- Wait, you know how to do it?

- Well I ain't gonna win
no money doing at it, but...

I don't think you are either.

- I'm a little thin
on options.

- Look, just run down the arena,

point your belt buckle
to the sky.

Keep your eyes
on the top of the barn.

Then open your feet
and say 'whoa.'

- How fast do
I need need to go?

- Faster you go,
the farther you gonna stop.

- Okay.
- You got it.

- It's easy.
- Easy.

- Easy...
- Mm-hm.

Whoa.

Oh, fuck!

Ow!!

- You all right?

- Oh, yeah.

Whew!

Belt buckle to the sky.
Belt buckle to the sky...

- Whoa!

- There you go!

- Woo! Ha!

I think I can do this.

Did you see that?

- Oh yeah, Jimmy.
We saw you out there

looking just like
Andrea Fappani.

- Who?

- Whoa.

- Woo!

- Hey Colby,
how long is that?

- Twenty-five.
- Twenty-five huh?

- Goddamn you bring the sharks
when you come here, gramps.

- What are you talking about?

That's just a God-fearing
family from north Texas.

- All right, well fuck it.
- Want me to hold your beer?

Nope, beer's going with you.
All right.

- Whoa.

Yeah?

- Even with a beer in my hand.

- Ah, that's not
gonna get it done.

- I need you to scotch.

- Not gonna happen buddy.

- Whew.

- Money, money,
money, money, money.

- Go on man
- All right.

- Looking like a long 30 Colby.

- Yeah, thirty-one.
- Thirty one...

- Thirty one huh?

- I'd say that's
the winner right there.

Jimmy, come here.

Listen, I've been
watching these guys.

I don't know if you can choose
who you run against...

Don't go against him.

And whatever you do,
don't go against him.

- You saw him
slide this morning.

I feel kinda lucky.

- You didn't see what I saw.

- Oh, the kid's fucked, dude.

- Like a tied goat.

- Hey who's this kid
on the fuckin' aardvark.

- It's a big mistake looking
for a place to happen.

- I don't wanna take money
off a wrangler.

- Listen, if he's dumb enough
to play in this game,

you should take
every cent from him.

- You sure?

- Travis, teach the son of a
bitch a listen, will ya please?

- Alright ...

Hey. You.

What's your name?

- Jim.

- Jim? Alright, Jimmy.

Come over here and let me
explain the rules.

- Wish me luck.

- You're gonna
need more than luck.

- Know what a pay-up is?
- Remind me?

- So it kinda works like this,

you come in last, you have to
pay everybody ahead of you.

Come in second-to-last,

you're gonna pay everybody
but the bottom.

Come in fourth,
you pay the top three.

Come in third
you pay the top two.

Like that. All right?

You're new guy,
you get the first horse.

You go first.

Run back there,
slide back this way.

- Other way.
- Other way.

- That other...other way.

- He's in trouble.

- There you go.

You guys running a special needs
program at your ranch now?

Is this your janitor?

Who is this fucking kid?
- That's good Jimmy.

- Send him!

- Here comes the go.

- I'd take the horse,
not the rider.

- Here he comes.
Oh God.

- Uh-oh.
- Oh, God.

- Hit the brakes.

- Whoa.

- Talking about three feet?
- About three, four feet.

- I don't think you'll have
to measure that one Colby.

I don't know if that's
gonna get it, Jimmy.

I don't know.

- Tom, go, go, come on.

- Whoa.

- Ah, I think you'll
have to pay him Jimmy.

That's one.

- Hey, Mac, you wanna go?

- This kid's a fuckin' rookie.

You want me to take
it easy on him?

- No, I want you to
smoke his ass.

He wants to play,
let's play.

If you can smoke him,
smoke him.

- All right, hold my beer.
- I got you.

- Whoa.

- Pretty big stop.
Looks like you're paying two.

- Hey Cade, wanna have a go?

- That's three.

- How old is that kid?

- How old's Cade now,
is he 18, Mandy?

- Yup.

- Good job.

- Rip? Can the mom ride?

Travis, can you please
answer that for me?

- Uh, let's find out.
Hey Mandy, you wanna go?

- Sure.

- How much money has she won?

- How much money
has she won, um....

Oh, mom is worth about
two million dollars.

- Think she can ride.
- Two million and twenty.

After this.

- Uh-oh, he's looking angry.

- Woo.
- Ha ha.

- Ah, yeah.
I guess mom can ride.

- Well Jimmy, congratulations.

You got smoked
by the whole family.

- Don't worry Jimmy,
it'll all be over soon.

I promise.

- Where are these
fucking people from?

They're form North Texas, Jimmy.

- Whoa.

- Attaboy.

- Shit.
There you go.

- That's all right.

- I can't play this game.

I don't have enough horse.

- Well, let's trade horses.

You take mine.

- I got my stirrups
set a certain way.

- Oh, I won't change
your stirrups.

- He's gonna go broke.

- Ah, that's smooth gait.

- Looks good buddy.
- Aw man.

- Oughta be showing
this fucking thing

at Mule Days at Bishop.

- This horse doesn't
like me.

- Yup.

- Wait, Jimmy, I'm gonna
make it fair, all right?

- No, he's not really
doing it.

- Better make sure
the gate's closed.

- Whoa.

- Ain't the horse, kid.

- All right. Come on.

Come on, come on.

- Jimmy, get off the horse.

before you hurt yourself,
the horse, or both.

- Look, I don't have
a fucking choice here.

- Yeah, you got a choice.
Get off the horse.

- Do what Lloyd said,
get off the horse.

- Go on.

- Don't worry,
I ain't gonna take your money.

- Naw, you'll pay him.

Come here, Jimmy.

I hope you learned
a lesson today.

- I don't see a lesson.

- There's only sharks and
minnows in this world, Jimmy.

If you don't know
which one you are,

then you ain't
a fucking shark.

Now, go pay Travis.

- My wallet's in my bag.

- Go get it.

- I don't want that
kid's money, man.

- He's gonna pay you.

Race you to the beer,
loser pays twenty.

- I'll take your money.
- Come on you son of a bitch.

- Whoa.

- I can hear you breathing.

- Um...

I have a really big problem.

And I could use some advice.

- Oh, my God,
you're pregnant.

- This is fucking serious.
- Yeah.

- I'm in...
I'm in...

I've painted myself
in a corner here,

and I can't--I can't get out.

I can't get us out of it.

- What did you do?

- He kicked me out of the house.

He abandoned my campaign...

I was angry.

And I was in a corner.

- What corner?

- A reporter, this journalist--
she pretended to be...

And then she was on
my campaign staff--

- What the fuck did you do,
Jamie?

- I gave an interview.

- About what?

- Not what...

Who.

- You selfish piece of shit.

- No, wait.
Wait.

Beth. Wait.

I said wait.
I said wait!

- You tell him.

Tell him you little fuck,
you tell him!

Tell him!

- I think I can take it
from here, Beth.

- What do you have to tell me?

- What did you do this time...

- Tell him you
motherfucking mutt!

- Beth!

I can take it from here.

Go wait outside.

- Don't you let him "Jamie"
his way out of this.

Okay Dad, once he tells you,
you come find me

so I can make sure
he told you the truth.

- For a woman who has mastered
the art of mad,

I can't say I've ever
seen her that angry.

So tell me, Jamie...

what did you do to scare
the only person

I know who doesn't get scared?

- What the fuck
did you do to me?