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[Money for Nothing by Dire Straits] ♪ MTV... ♪

Previously on Yellowstone...

[panting]

Tate: Mama!

- I'd like to bury him at the ranch.

That way we can always visit him.

[crying]

- I'm looking for the end of the airport on my land.

Cancel the lease!

- Cancelling the lease is how they end up with your ranch.

- Never contradict him again.

- I'm trying to protect him and the ranch.

- Today I'm signing an executive order

that ceases all state funding for the Paradise Valley

Development Project.

Ellis: That's Jamie Dutton, the Attorney General.

- The son doesn't look up to this fight.

Think I'm gonna start with him.

- Wolves got into pairs in pasture nine.

We got Ryan and Colby hunting them out.

- What'd we do?

- Why'd you shoot the ones with the collars?

Colby: We gotta get these collars off and keep moving.

Rip: You don't tell a soul.

[music]

- That's my ranch down there.

Whatever you're spraying it with is killing my cattle.

- I'm licensed to spray it.

Hello? Hey!

[screams]

[music]

- Fan out wide from here.

[music]

- Whoa.

[sniffs]

[deep breath]

[gunshot in distance]

- Wolves.

Tracks lead west.

Got a cow and calf down over there.

Picked the calf clean.

Just ate the stomach out the mama.

Can't find the rest of the herd anywhere.

- You see any cattle?

- Not a one.

- Maybe it's dogs if they're not eating 'em.

Those wild dogs pack up, they can be fierce.

- It ain't dogs...

- Don't know how they got here so quick.

Just released them in the spring.

- A hundred miles from here.

I don't think it's a wolf.

- You ever see dogs this big?

I haven't.

- Thought they weren't supposed to leave the park.

- Well, guess they didn't bother telling the wolf that.

If they did...

he ain't listening.

[music]

- The wolves you released ain't even the ones

that used to be here.

You brought them in from fucking Canada.

[clamoring]

- Genetically speaking they are the same species.

And we sought out wolves from regions

with no livestock depredation.

- You know why?

Because there ain't no livestock in the forests of Alberta.

But, by God, there's depredation now.

BEASLEY: We do not have a single confirmed

livestock kill by wolves.

[shouting]

- So... What did I miss?

- It's... It's not even possible for the wolves

to have been dispersed to regions with livestock

within this time frame.

- Oh, it's possible.

- This is just irrational panic over the big bad wolf

when there is no such thing.

The big bad wolf is a fairy tale.

- Well, Keith...

It looks like the fairy tale is coming true.

[clamoring, shouting]

[sigh] - Well, that was fun.

Help yourselves.

- Their fear is not fact based.

It's based on rumors and media-fueled hysteria.

We investigated dozens of claims

and do not have a single verified wolf kill.

- I can show you five right now.

- Five?

- Mm-hmm. - Where?

- My ranch.

- Do you have any proof?

- My word is my proof.

- John, I mean no disrespect,

but you are not a wildlife biologist.

- [laughs] Name another predator in this region that has paw prints

the size of my hands, that brings down its prey

by biting the hocks and consumes the organs first.

You can't because there isn't one.

But remember this: ranchers' support is the reason why

you were allowed to reintroduce them in the first place.

But if you can't protect us like you promised,

then they will be forced to take matters in their own hands.

They'll have no choice.

- Killing an endangered species is a felony, John.

I'd remind the ranchers of that.

- You don't know me well enough to call me John.

It's Commissioner Dutton.

But if Fish and Wildlife officers

aren't on my front porch by Friday with a checkbook, well...

you're gonna get to know me real well.

[music]

[music]

[grunts]

- Morning.

- You're up early.

- Yeah, I gotta go to Salt Lake.

- Mm. What's in Salt Lake?

- Loose ends, baby.

Loose ends.

I'll be back late.

[music]

[bird calls]

- You're up early.

- Shrewd observers, the men in my family.

Yes. I am up early.

- Why are you up so early, honey?

- Keeping my promise to you.

Why are you up so early?

- Reflecting.

I can't...

I can't reflect at the end of the day.

Evenings are for forgetting.

But in the morning I can remember...

- Remember what?

- There's some memories

fathers shouldn't share with their children.

- I think we're way past that, don't you, Dad?

I've think I've told you about everything.

Hell, I told you about my first threesome.

- Your what?

- Didn't I? I thought I... Never mind.

[giggles] Do you want some more coffee?

- God damn, Beth.

- Well, I'm not the one sitting on a porch

thinking about things that I can't tell my kids.

- I was thinking about your mother.

- What about her?

- She was a magnificent woman.

I wish she could have lived long enough

for you to recognize that. To know it.

To know how much she loved you.

- That's not what you were thinking.

- It's what I'm thinking about now.

[music]

- I'm late.

You know, Dad, you can love a memory all you want.

But it can't love you back.

Find someone that you can love

while you're still young enough to do it.

You know, her memory's not going anywhere.

[beeping] [engine revs]

[sniffles]

God damn it.

[country music plays]

- Teeter, please.

Oh, for fuck's sake.

- Baby likes 'em smooth.

- Well, then go shave over with baby.

- It ain't your fucking sink.

- Hey, it's your big day.

- How old are you now, Lloyd?

- Is this the big seven-oh?

- Big seven-oh?!

Does this look like the face of a 70 year-old man?

- To me, yes.

- Well, here is a mirror.

- Don't listen to a word the assholes are saying.

You just keep doing them pushups every day

and yous is gonna live to be a hundred.

- I agree with Teeter, he does look about a hundred.

- That ain't what I fucking said!

- How long does it take y'all to brush your fucking teeth?

- Do you need a towel?

- I need some fucking privacy.

- Don't be ashamed of what God gave you.

- Yeah, there's no little people in the world,

just little penises.

I'm going to give you two because

we're out of the big ones.

- Will you sumbitches just give me some time in here by myself?

- Well, well, well. Look who's back in town.

Lia, congrats on the win in Redding.

- Thanks, Amigo.

Happy birthday, Lloyd.

Hope you have a good one.

- If my day ends like yours began

it'll be good enough for me.

- Thank you. - [laughs]

- Having barrel racer for breakfast, I see.

Happy birthday, brother.

- Thanks, Pard.

- Is he 70? - 58, come on.

- 58? - You have cancer or something.

- Must be terminal. - Accelerated aging.

I saw something about thaton TV.

- Gator'll make whatever you want for supper.

- Steaks. - Steaks it is.

We're prowling pairs, let's go.

[music]

- I think he likes me.

- [laughs]

Of course he likes you. You're feeding him.

He thinks you're his mama.

- What about when he gets older?

Gonna ship him out with the rest?

- No, we'll use him to practice roping.

Or babysit next year's bottle calves.

- Right.

- Orphans don't get shipped off around here, Carter,

in case you haven't noticed.

Now, when you're done playing mama,

saddle something you think you can ride, all right?

- I'm going out today?

- If I'm gonna make a cowboy out of you,

you're going out every day.

[vehicle approaching]

- Morning. - Morning.

- Can I help you?

- Fished a radio collar out of the Yellowstone River.

GPS shows the animal was on a portion of your ranch

for roughly three days

before returning to the park and then

ending up in the river somehow.

- That a fact? What kind of animal was the collar on?

- A wolf.

Seen any wolves around lately?

- I mean, they're around but we don't see them very often.

- You calving?

- Yeah, we, uh... we finished last month.

- No wolves around though.

- No, we keep the pairs pretty close this time of year.

- You don't mind if we head out from here,

follow these wolves' path?

- Where'd it go into the river?

- Good question. - We haven't found the wolves.

Just the collar. - Strapped to a log.

- Sounds like poachers.

- Sure does. Care to ride with us?

- Nah, I got work to do.

But just leave the gates the way you found em.

- That sounded like a question, but it isn't.

We have an extra horse.

- Nah, I got my own horse.

Just give me a minute.

[music]

Thomas: So you want to rest him here?

- This is a rental.

So, the ranch.

- He will need a four-legged to take him on the journey.

A horse.

- The journey?

- Your son's spirit needs a horse spirit

to carry him to the other side.

- You want me to kill a horse?

- [laughs] Won't have to.

God will have his horse ready when your son's ready.

[music]

- You know, death is a private thing.

It's perhaps the one thing we do alone.

No matter how many are around us, we do it alone.

This ceremony is a private thing, too.

It's not for your father or your brother and sister.

It's not even for you.

And it's not for grieving.

It's for sending that boy off the right way.

There's plenty of time for grieving later.

- Tomorrow is the fourth day.

Ceremony should be tomorrow.

- I'm gonna get some breakfast.

Kayce: I need to ask a favor.

Thomas: Okay.

- It's not really a favor, it's um...

Look, I don't do this for me.

I do it for my father, and every time I do this job,

something bad happens...

To her. To me, to my son.

My vision told me I'd have to choose, so I'm choosing.

And I don't choose this.

- You did a lot of good with that badge.

- It's not my path.

I choose them.

They are my path.

- It's a good choice.

What's the favor?

- I need a job.

- [laughs]

I don't know how to apply your skill set on the rez, Kayce.

I mean, tribal police are native for a reason.

If I call BIA on your behalf,

then you're not policing for my people,

you're policing my people.

I'd rather you keep the job you've got.

- Your brother could appoint you an investigator

for the Montana Department of Justice in this region.

We haven't had a State Investigator here in decades.

- If your vision told you to choose a different path,

then the right opportunity is on the new one.

[music]

[screams]

[sobbing]

Mo: You gotta let her do it.

[Monica sobbing]

Gotta let her do it.

It's our way.

Let her grieve.

- No!

- You got served.

- Of course I did.

- The attorneys are in your office.

- What attorneys? - The ones suing the state.

- You do realize we have a waiting area, right over there?

- I didn't think you'd want every State Assemblyman

walking by them on their way to the Assembly.

- No, no. Don't get up.

- I think we're past the point of pleasantries, Jamie.

- If you had a shred of confidence in your suit

you wouldn't be sitting in my office the day you filed it.

- [laughs]

- Would you bring me some coffee?

No, just one cup.

[clears throat]

Hmph.

Yeah. I love what you've done here.

Strong wording.

Demanding the judge uphold the lease with prejudice?

So now we're just making up judicial authorities?

Here's the reality of your situation:

the State granted conditional approval based on

a satisfactory environmental report approved by the EPA,

which it wasn't.

- The EPA can't approve a study that isn't complete.

We haven't finished building the thing they need to study.

- Park Service approval, which was denied.

- No, the only thing the park rejected was aircraft

below 2000 feet over land under their jurisdiction.

- None of this matters, Ellis.

Your zoning request was denied.

The county will not alter its regulations

with regards to multi-family homes outside city limits.

- The plan was to incorporate.

- Well, it looks like you put the cart

in front of the horse, counselor.

- You promised.

You fucking promised, and you took millions in lease payments.

- You have no case, and you know it.

I believe the legal term for that is battery, by the way.

- It was an accident.

Are you alright?

- I'm fine. - I'm terribly sorry.

- We won't be pressing charges.

- I'll go get you another cup and we can go try this again.

- Thank you, I'll just get one in a minute.

I think the meeting is over.

- You're better than I expected.

I suppose I made the same mistake coming out here,

the middle of nowhere,

expecting to find attorneys without sophistication.

But you're pretty good.

The suit... It is what it is.

We have no choice but to fight.

Careers will end over this

if we don't present a measure of outrage.

And we are outraged.

We've invested hundreds of millions of dollars,

with another billion committed in money that we don't get back

all based on promises made by the Governor.

- There's a new Governor now

and he didn't make those promises.

- You think it's a mistake.

Of course you do, though,

because you're smart, you know what's going to happen:

Every development, every Costco, every department store,

every business under construction

or planning construction will have to cease operations

until every single permit is approved,

every I is dotted.

Business doesn't work like that.

Business moves faster than government,

and when it has to wait,

it's just too expensive.

Not to mention the billions a year in tax revenue

you just hurled out the window.

[sigh]

I understand that Washington is issuing a moratorium

on harvesting timber on public lands.

They've issued the same on oil and gas leases.

Hm. Montana doesn't charge a sales tax.

[laughs]

[Whispers] How the fuck is this state gonna make any money?

I'm not here for the lawsuit.

He filed the lawsuit, it's his fight.

I'm here to find a soft landing.

For the both of us.

But you don't find those in a courtroom.

But you do find those over dinner.

How busy are you tomorrow night?

Have you heard of the Deerfield Club?

- It's good.

- Seven?

[music]

[chuckles]

[door shuts]

- Went well? - I think so.

Good job, by the way.

You play outraged very well.

- Thank you. - [laughs]

[music]

[vehicle approaching]

- What'cha doin'?

- Oh, trying to convince myself to be...

good at a job I don't want.

Telling myself to stop being so god damn selfish

and trust that what's good for Montana is good for our family.

- I guess that depends on which Montana you're talking about.

And which family.

- You've gotten wise, son.

Paid a hell of a price for it.

I'm sorry.

How's Monica?

- Ask me something else.

- Okay. How's Tate?

- Well, Dad... He's getting pretty wise too.

Monica wants to have a funeral.

Wasn't alive long but he was alive.

Doesn't want to bury him with a bunch of strangers.

She wants him here.

Where she can visit.

If you'll allow it.

- Of course I'll allow it.

- She wants a traditional service.

Not sure you can be there.

Not sure I can be there either.

- Whatever she wants, you give it, son.

- You mean that?

- Of course I mean it.

- Well then...

That's what I'm gonna do.

I can't serve both.

I choose her and I choose my son.

- The state needs you, Kayce.

- She needs me more.

They both do.

- Okay. Let's go pick a spot.

[music]

[music]

Mo: Wonder who John Dutton will appoint to replace him?

Was pretty handy having a Livestock Commissioner

who was on our side.

- He hasn't reached out.

Not called to schedule a visit.

Nothing.

- I think he achieved his four-year agenda

when he killed the airport project.

- Well, then he should resign.

The state needs a leader.

[crowd shouting]

- Chairman.

- His is the old way,

the "hang around the fort and see what they give us" way.

He promised land you don't have,

jobs you can't get

and a future that hasn't come true.

Rather than bringing jobs tothe Reservation,

he sought jobs off the reservation.

Sought land off the Reservation,

Who's gonna make a living from a casino

a hundred miles from your homes?

Not you.

The only one who will make money with Rainwater

is white people...

[booing]

And Rainwater himself.

[crowd chanting]

- I'll drive around back.

Crowd: We want jobs, we want jobs...

Quiet today.

- Business tends to be slow

when there's a protest at the front door.

You know he campaigns about jobs and income while he blocks

the doors that lead to the jobs and income.

I can think of no better description

of a politician than that.

- He doesn't have a permit to speak in front of the casino.

We can remove him.

- You mean we can martyr him?

- Club soda.

But you go on and make sure.

Make sure I'm breaking the law by drinking the poison

you're free to sell to anyone who isn't Indian.

Like all the other freedoms they have that we don't:

free to open a business on their land,

free to choose their doctors, their banks.

Free to live as free men.

But you keep enforcing the slave rules, Thomas.

I'm going to teach you the master rules.

And that lesson will not be pleasant.

- Is that what you're doing, Angela?

You're teaching me?

- No, Tom. I'm removing you.

[music]

- Why would you plow this?

- To plant hay.

- You don't need to plant hay out here.

The best hay grass in the world grows wild in these valleys.

- Well, we use an alfalfa mix with our horses,

so we gotta replant it every five years.

- They held up here during the day.

Then gathered here at night...

behavior consistent with feeding.

- I don't see much to eat around here.

- Right here.

Right here.

- If you say so.

- The computer says so.

- Well, then it must be true.

- They went off that way.

Over the mountain to the river.

We're going to follow their path.

- Well, be my guest. This is as far as I go.

I hope you two are pretty handy before you get to that mountain.

It's killed some damn good cowboys

and you ain't good cowboys.

Best of luck.

- Which side of the mountain is the river on?

- That'd be the wrong side for you.

- We could fly it in a chopper.

- [laughs] Now you're thinking.

- Yeah, I don't want to mess with that.

Let's take the chopper.

- Yeah. - Yeah.

[music]

[chattering]

[door opens]

- Mountain air suits you, Beth. - [laughs]

This isn't mountain air, Rob.

This is city air.

The mountain air's about seven hours north.

There's coffee and pastries,

though you guys have a Keto look about you.

- We ate on the plane, thank you.

Typically when things seem too good to be true,

I reject the proposition altogether.

- Well, thank you for the latitude.

- You have the controlling interest in Schwartz and Meyer.

- Yes. - You are offering it for sale.

- Correct.

- And all you want is to carve out the real estate funds?

- Just the real estate.

You will continue managing the real estate funds.

It's a little over 28,000 acres.

- That's what I mean, Beth. It's too good to be true.

Schwartz and Meyer manages 2.3 billion

with an average return of 22 percent.

That's a net of 480 million.

Per year, and you're giving it away.

- Well, I'm keeping three hundred million dollars'

worth of real estate.

I'd hardly call that giving it away.

- That land will nose dive now that M.E.'s airport

has been shut down.

- Well, that's my problem.

- There is a rattlesnake somewhere in this deal, Beth.

Care to point it out?

- Can we have some privacy?

- Give us a minute?

- Care for one? - Mm-mm.

- Rob, I have seen you snort cocaine

off a stripper's stomach.

[chuckles]

- Why not?

[music]

- M.E. is going to sue me.

They're going to claim they fired me for cause,

and that my severance should be nullified

by me violating their company's NDA,

then they're going to sue me for my piece in this place,

saying that I negotiated in bad faith,

and therefore the ownership agreement

for Schwartz and Meyer should also be nullified.

Then they're going to sue the state for breach of contract,

and seek to initiate eminent domain in Federal court.

- All those things seem likely.

- No shit.

Market Equities is your largest competitor, right?

- Yes.

- Don't want to fuck them over just a little bit?

- I want to fuck them over a lot.

I just don't want to get fucked in the process.

- Well, I will place the land in a conservation easement.

Okay, since this is the land they intended

to build Terminal Two, their development is done.

No matter what a fucking Federal judge says.

They will write down a billion in losses

and twenty times that in lost revenue

over the next ten years.

I still control this place, so I can still sell it

and when I do, there is not a court in this country

that can give it back.

That's another two billion off their balance sheet.

And that is how CEOs get fired.

There is zero risk to you.

You will inherit twelve pipe hitting investment bankers

generating half a billion in profits

and forty million in your pocket every fucking year,

and it didn't cost you a dime.

Where's the rattlesnake in the deal?

I am the rattlesnake.

But you're not who I'm going to bite.

- All right, Beth. I'll take it to the board.

- You don't need the board's approval.

You're not spending any money.

This is a one day only offer.

Okay? I am on a clock.

I may be one step ahead of them but I am not two.

- Can I have my attorney look that over?

- Sure, why not?

Nothing fucks up a great deal like a good attorney.

You're a big boy, Rob.

You can trust me on this.

And you know it.

- You'd better watch out, Beth.

They might send a hit man after you for this.

- After this, the hit men will be after them.

- I assume you'll be issuing a press release.

- You bet your fucking ass I am.

Will you fax over the executed

conservation easement to the Montana Land Trust, please?

Man: Sure thing.

- You don't waste time, do you?

- Never.

Robert.

It's been a fucking blast doing business with you.

[music]

[sigh]

What a fucking day.

- Hey. Where's my dad?

- Went back to Helena.

You hungry?

- Too excited to eat.

- Yeah? - Mm-hmm.

- We need to celebrate.

- Yeah? What are we celebrating?

- I really fucked somebody over today and it felt great.

- They're celebrating Lloyd's birthday in the bunkhouse.

- You're not going anywhere near the bunkhouse.

- A party? That sounds perfect.

You know, I have the right dress for that.

- Yeah? - Yep.

- Pretty wound up.

- Yep. Seems like it.

- I feel sorry for the other guy. - [laughs]

That guy's having a rough day, I promise you.

Female News Anchor: In a landmark acquisition,

Burson International has purchased

investment firm Schwartz and Meyer,

one of the larger private fund managers in the United States.

BI stock is up eight percent in after hours trading...

[knocking]

- Go away.

[knocking]

- Go away!

- You need to see this.

We received it by courier.

She placed all Schwartz and Meyer land

in a conservation easement.

- Can she do that?

Ellis, can she do that?

- She can, and she did.

The board is asking that you return to New York.

- Of course they are.

- And this changes things, with respect to litigation.

New York would like to drop the suit.

They don't want to throw good money after bad.

- Find a way to ruin this family, Ellis.

Ruin them. Starting with her.

- I think this is checkmate, Caroline.

- There is no such thing.

- Well, what about Sarah, should she stand down?

- There are no rules for Sarah.

Turn her loose.

[Willie Nelson's Wall by Vincent Neil Emerson playing]

[chattering]

Come on, birthday boy. Yes! Get in there.

♪ And I don't know where my mind has taken me ♪

- This isn't a doubles act. - River!

- Deal the fucking cards. - Okay, fuck!

- Ace, six, eight. Off suits.

- I'm in.

- Jake, 50 to go.

- I fold.

- Fold. Your parents should have named you "Fold",

'cause that's all you do, son.

Walker's out. Birthday boy?

Birthday boy's calling for 50.

- All right, show me yours.

- Hey, this isn't a fucking team sport. No!

- I wasn't talking about his fucking cards.

- Fourth street. Six.

That doesn't help anybody.

- Can I please play against the clowns?

I can clear this table in 30 minutes.

- Carter, they thought it was real cute watching you cheat

before you hit puberty,

but they ain't going to think it's cute anymore.

You sit here and you watch.

- Is this is how you celebrate a birthday?

- Yes.

- Don't you do this shit every night?

- Yep. - Pretty much.

- How old are you, Lloyd?

- He's 85.

- 58, asshole.

- All right, here's the river.

- It's a pretty big birthday. - I'm all in.

- Nope, you don't get it. Call.

- Here. Read 'em and weep. - All: Whoo!

- Birthday boy.

- That would be called the Dead Man's Hand.

- Which is appropriate considering his age.

- Hey, why don't we go to a bar in Bozeman?

- That's a terrible idea.

- I think it's an excellent idea.

- The bars in Bozeman, Beth,

are full of tourists and fake cowboys.

- We can go to a real cowboy bar.

- Those don't exist anymore, honey.

Listen to me, you take fake cowboys

and you put 'em with real cowboys in a fucking bar,

and there's gonna be fighting

and we don't need fighting.

- It's a bad idea. Every time.

- Hm. Well, we'll be home before midnight.

Nothing bad happens before midnight.

Man: That's what mama used to say.

- Woman: That's true. - Beth, I said no.

- Oh, you said no, huh? - Mm-hmm.

- I guess that settles it. I'm buying, boys.

- Yow!

- Happy birthday, Lloyd. [laughs]

- I could've smoked this whole fucking table.

- Why don't you go back up to the house?

- See you later, baby.

You said "no", huh?

- Might have been a poor choice of words, honey.

- I think so.

I'm going to force your ass to have fun tonight.

- Oh, yeah? - Mm-hmm.

♪ If I look a little drunk it's cause I drank some ♪

♪ If my neck's a little red it's cause I am one ♪

♪ Heaven's where I'm gonna go... ♪

- Hey. Start a tab.

All these cowboys are gonna be on it.

Start with a dozen whiskey shots and a dozen beers.

- We're having a special on tequila shots.

- Do I look like I'm on spring break?

Whiskey.

♪ It's cause I amone... ♪

♪ Heaven's where I'm gonna go ♪

♪ The Bible says so...♪

♪ If I smell like smoke... ♪

♪ If I look a little drunk it's cause I drank some ♪

- This is a terrible idea. - Awful.

- Probably the worst idea this year.

- I'd say so.

- It's fucking stupid coming in here.

- Yeah, I just said that.

- Yeah, well...

Fuck it. Lets dance.

[woman singing]

♪ If I look a little drunk it's cause I drank some ♪

♪ If my neck's a little red it's cause I am one ♪

♪ Heaven's where I'm gonna go ♪

♪ The Bible says so on my shelf ♪

♪ And if I smelllike smoke... ♪

- Is that a smile?

- You keep your crazy in check while we're in here.

- I save all my crazy for you, baby.

- We're gonna take a little bit of a break.

Isaac Hoskins is gonna keep y'all company till we get back.

- We should get our cowboys another round.

- I'll get it.

- My cowboy's back.

- You want a drink or you want to dance?

- I want both.

- Come on.

♪ I'm-a jumpin' off of the wagon tonight ♪

♪ I been a-dreamin' all week about toolin'

♪ around this town and a-gettin' tight ♪

- Give us another round, will you?

- Sure thing.

I got about a half hour left in me of this shit.

- [laughs] You and me.

Hey, look who it is.

- Bar M, no? - Yes, sir.

- Miss, take that whiskey

and run it down to that cowboy, please?

Thank you.

- Good group of cowboys there. - Yep.

- Thank you.

- What're y'all doing in here?

- We're asking ourselves the same goddamn question.

What are you doing here?

- Wife wanted to go dancing.

I told her we should drive to Three Forks.

This place...

I remember when every ass on a bar stool

belonged to a cowboy.

- That was a while ago.

- Sure as hell was.

Thanks for the whiskey, pard.

- Hey. - See you around.

- Jake, Ethan, pass these out, will you?

- You got it. - Hell yeah.

- ♪ Took a left on Grand and I passed her headed south ♪

♪ Ridin' in another man's pickup truck ♪

♪ And he was kissin' her on the mouth ♪

♪ So I'm jumping off the wagon tonight ♪

♪ I been dreamin' all week about... ♪

- Aren't you a tall drink of water?

- What are you doing?

- What?

- I'm married, darling.

- Me, too.

- Yeah? - Mm-hmm.

- Where's your husband out there?

- He's in Sacramento. [laughs]

Where's your wife?

- My wife is standing right over there staring at you.

- I'll handle this. - Don't do that, now.

- No, I'm gonna.

- Oh, shit.

Lloyd.

Hey, Lloyd!

We're done.

- It ain't midnight yet.

- It's midnight enough.

- [grunts] Fucking bitch!

- Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!

Fucking hands off me!

- Hey! Hey! Hey! Take it easy.

[handcuffs clicking] [chatter]

- Back against that wall.

- You know who that is, don't you?

- I know exactly who that is.

You need to stop worrying about her and start worrying about you.

- Fucking bouncer put her in a chokehold.

Okay? All hundred and ten pounds of her.

What would you do if that was your fuckin' wife?

- Look, I hear you.

But these ain't the old fucking days.

The new Sheriff, he doesn't put up with this shit.

- All right, all right.

- You decided to come to town and toss the entire bar I see.

- You put your hands on my wife then you get the horn.

- The fuckin' bouncers had her in a choke hold.

- I could charge every one of you with battery.

- You could.

You could charge the whole fucking bar if you like.

- Okay.

- You and the rest can go.

But she hit that girl in the head with a bottle.

- Come on, now. - That is aggravated assault.

- Is she even going to fucking press charges?

- You bet your fucking ass I'm pressing charges.

- You know this going to be a problem for you, right, sheriff?

- A problem of her own making.

- Hm. It's your problem now.

[music]

- You have the right to remain silent.

Anything you say may be used against you in a court of law.

- You've got to be fucking kidding me.

- You have the right to an attorney.

If you cannot afford an attorney,

one will be provided for you.

Do you understand these rights?

- You're pressing charges, you fucking pussy, huh?

- I hope you die in there, you bitch.

- Shit. All right, let's go. Come on.

[siren chirps]

Next time on Yellowstone...

John: I stepped on a few land mines.

- Once you open that Pandora's Box it does not close.

- You just sit here and hope she doesn't file formal charges.

- And you are going to stop her.

- We do need to talk. A lot of very unhappy people.

- You won't win.

- We don't have to win.

We just have to assassinate your father's reputation.

- They will come after you with both barrels, governor.