All language subtitles for Rancho Dutton - 1x04

Boss, you're
gonna want to see this.

Shit.

I'm afraid you're right, Rip.
Foot-and-mouth.

It'll burn through your whole damn herd
if you don't act quick.

If this thing breaks bad...

I understand. I got it.

- Just what you asked for.
- Wow.

The very best.

I got to go to Dallas.
I got that meeting at the Swexan.

Certified Black Angus.

You bought Bill Edwards's ranch?

I sure did.

Fucking Hoyt. We got into another fight

'cause he can't keep
his dick in his pants.

Why date someone you hate so much?

Why don't you save me?

Oh, Everett, this place
will be the death of us.

Well, we'll just greet it with a smile.

Well, I've missed you.

Yeah.

Listen, you're gonna want to come home.

Are you okay? Please don't lie to me.

I never have, honey, and I never will.

How does this happen?

It's got to be the new bull.

It ain't Reveille Farms, either.
It's more than likely Mexico.

I don't want Carter to see this.

I'll get him up and get him out of here.

Zachariah, Azul, we got work to do.

You haven't had many girls
in your bed, have you?

Haven't had many beds.

That's what I like about you.

You're the prettiest
woman I've ever seen.

What?

You know, you're already
gonna get laid again.

You don't got to flatter me.

You're bad at taking compliments.

I don't believe in 'em.

You should.

Carter...

Who's your friend?

Uh, does it really matter?

Look, uh, I don't mind what
you do in your free time,

but right now, you should be
getting your ass to school.

Don't you think that he's old
enough to decide for himself?

I wasn't talking to you.

I'll-I'll drive you home.

No, you won't.

Where do you live?

10-Petal.

- Are you a Jackson?
- Yes, ma'am.

Course you are.

Meet me outside in two minutes.

Trying out for NASCAR?

Guess that's a yes.

You still in school?

Hmm?

No... ma'am.

Thought not.

Today's not the day for this,
but why him, why Carter?

He doesn't try to be something he's not.

I've never met a guy like that.

Most are cocksuckers.

- Is that right?
- Mm-hmm.

Well, I don't know what type
of guys you're used to, Oreana,

but that one has a pure heart.

If you fuck with it,
I will make your life a living hell.

Beulah already beat you to it.

I'm sure she did.

She uses people,
throws 'em out like trash.

Kicked my daddy to the curb.
Won't let me move out.

Well, you don't strike me as the type
of woman who asks for permission.

It was nice to meet you.

Where'd you find her?

In bed with my son.

Oreana's like Texas weather.

Wait a day, she'll change,
find a new plaything to torment.

Carter isn't someone to be played with.

My experience, boys that age
enjoy being played with.

We got off on the wrong foot.
Let me make it up with a drink.

I'll pass.

Rio Paloma's a small town, Beth.

Sheriff Wade says you've been
out making trouble again.

Do you get bored spying on me?

You're gonna do something, do it right.

You running around town like a feral
animal puts me in a difficult position.

It's also beneath you.

No more credit cards or
Bronco until you behave.

How the hell am I
supposed to get anywhere?

Your fucking lapdog?

Do not disrespect him.

I'll get him a leash.

You need a hand, sir?

I can ride, rope, fix fences.

Not today, son.

Oh, but you might want
to mosey on inside.

Uh, Danny Ray, he knows every
ranch within a hundred miles.

Will do. Thank you.

Uh, you Danny Ray?

- Yeah. What can I do for you?
- I was wondering

if you knew any ranches in
the area that need a hand?

Yeah, I know a few places always looking
for day-trashers with a horse.

I don't have a horse,
but I can ride and rope.

Gonna be hard-pressed, then.

What's your day rate, chief?

Uh... whatever you're paying.

Not much, but I'll throw in victuals.

I'm not really sure what that is.

Grub.

I already ate.

Rule number one, two and three,

never turn down free food. Let's scoot.

Sir, I... I don't have a horse.

Chief, you're about to be the horse.

Come on. Giddyap.

Winter Garden Vet Clinic.

- Hi, I'm calling about a bull I bought.
- Yes, ma'am.

And I have some questions for Dr. Poole.

You mind holding while I grab him?

Not at all.

Good girl.

You'll be rid of me soon enough.

Dr. McKinney.

10-Petal has a pregnant
mare about to foal.

10-Petal uses Doc Sturgess.

Apparently, he's on vacation.

Who's covering for him?

Don't know, but it seemed urgent.

Well, tell 'em I'm on my way,
but not to make a habit of it.

Hello, who is this?

My name is Dutton.
You did the presale examination

and blood work on a bull I bought

from a cattle broker named J.R. Simon.

I don't know a J.R. Simon.
Who is this again?

Dutton.

D-U-T-T-O-N. Beth.

I'm sorry, ma'am. I've never
heard of you or a J.R. Simon.

Y'all know where Rob-Will's at?

He don't work here no more.

Well, who's the foreman, then?

You're looking at him.

Where's the pregnant mare?

What pregnant mare?

The one that dragged my ass out here.

Sir, we ain't got no pregnant horses.

That right?

Right as rain.

You think you're awfully clever.

I am awfully clever.

Could've just asked me to come by.

But you wouldn't have, would you?

How about a whiskey?

I got a day ahead of me.

Oh, come on, Everett.

Take advantage of a good offer

while the two of us are still breathing.

Nothing from you's just a good offer.

Well, that ain't all true.

Just one drink, okay?

I'll set an alarm.

Just a splash.

All right.

Yeah. Alpine born and bred.

I'd still be there, too, except my mama

on her deathbed said, "Dwight,

you were meant to see
this big ol' world."

Have you?

From Alpine to here.

See, my mama, she wanted
me to be somebody I wasn't.

So, I told her a little white lie.

She's probably still up
there looking down on me,

trying to block the pearly gates.

Not that I have a ticket, but still.

Enough of my jabbering.

What about you? How old are you?

Nineteen.

Nineteen?

Yeah.

On my 19th birthday, I had a nasty wreck

after ingesting three
bottles of Boone's Farm.

I must've turned that
son of a bitch over

three or four times.

Cracked a femur, concussed myself,

cuts and bruises everywhere,
but walked away.

No, didn't really walk
away with a cracked femur,

but you know what I'm saying.

The cowboy life, right?

We got to be tough sons of bitches.

Yes, sir, we fucking do.

Why don't you take a break, man?

I'm-I'm getting worn out
just watching you work.

Come over here.

Share a couple of cold
boys with old Dwight.

Cheers, young fella.

Best part of working is stopping.

You ever thought about retiring?

If I drop dead bringing a
foal into this world, uh,

it'll be a life well lived.

Never thought about a final
ride beyond Rio Paloma?

Is that a question or an invitation?

It's a bit of both, I suppose.

You're still running this ranch.

Well, I wish I didn't have to.

Rob-Will's fighting his demons again?

Good Lord, Ev.

You always did just cut deep.

Thought they taught you better
than that at vet school.

Well, your new foreman
looks out of his depth.

Chet is a decent enough cowboy.

Yeah, decent enough to
handle an outfit this size?

You want to come run the place, huh?

Let me take the final ride?

Not for all the oil in Texas.

Well, truth be told,
I had to send Rob-Will off to rehab.

Let's hope third time's the charm.

He was a decent kid.

Good people don't lose all their good.

Some do.

I still got that old tire
swing hanging from my oak.

You know, I would've thought
it'd have fallen down by now.

Decades of sun and rain
and occasional ice storm,

but it won't quit, and, uh,

more than anything,
I just want the ropes to rot,

so I don't have to hear it creak
every time the breeze blows by.

I mean, part of me still
thinks it's Levi out there.

And then, you know,
reality kicks in, and...

...that wound rips open again.

But the guilt of cutting it down...

Shit, Beulah.

If we could go back...

Yeah.

We got too many demons to
ever be good for each other.

Well, I can't argue that.

You can't?

Okay, well, I guess not.

I got to get on.

See you around, McKinney.

What is it?

Uh-uh. How many beers you have?
Might need another one.

Might need another one.

You got it.

Ah, you got him.

Damn.

Uh-oh.

Oh, shit.

Lady troubles?

It's my mom. She thinks I'm in school.

Well, what the
hell is this if...

You tell your mama that
this is school, son.

This is school of life.

All right, all right. Mum's the word.

Hey.

Listen, about this morning.

No, I... I get it.

Why don't you take Oreana out tonight?

Get some dinner?

- No curfew.
- Really?

You already fucked her,
you might as well feed her.

Okay. Uh, I'm glad you like her.

Just be careful, please.

I love you.

Where's the party?

Not a party, buddy. Funeral.

Sorry for your loss.

Thank you.

Tell me to shut up if you want,

but God's plan ain't always a blessing.

Shut up.

Go long.

Nice try.

This ball's being thrown
one way or the other.

Ah.

Still got it.

Yeah, you do.

What color?

Doesn't matter, does it?

This'll be one of those days
that follow you to the grave.

If either one of you want to walk,

I won't hold it against you.

We're with you.

Yes, sir.

Y'all are gonna dig the pit,
and Beth and I are gonna drive 'em in.

Azul, you'll keep me loaded. Beth...

I'll be right next to you.

Honey, that's not where you want to be.

That's why I won't be anywhere else.

Golly.

What?

Just need some air.

My old man always said,

"The surer a man is, the less he knows."

Hector wasn't wrong.

So how can anyone be sure

what the Lord's thinking,
blessing or not?

I ain't sure,
but if it's all for nothing,

might be too bitter a pill to swallow.

You know?

Might be too bitter.

Rip, maybe she's okay.
Maybe we can save her.

We can't, honey.

You don't deserve this.

♪ Play the drum slowly ♪

♪ Play the fife lowly ♪

♪ Play... ♪

♪ As you carry me along ♪

♪ Down to the green valley ♪

♪ Lay the sod o'er me ♪

♪ As you carry me along ♪

It's nice land you got here.

I mean, I was ready to hate Texas,

especially driving through the, uh...

- Panhandle?
- Panhandle, that's it. Yeah.

I-I've never seen so much
nothing my whole life.

Must've slept through Oklahoma, then.

Maybe.

You know why Texas don't
fall off into the Gulf?

- Why's that?
- Well...

...because Oklahoma sucks.

Oh, my God. Oklahoma sucks!

- Oh, man.
- Ah.

You ready for something wild?

- Born ready.
- Hmm. All right.

Grab ahold of your gojonies.

Hang on, boy!

Whoo!

Whoa.

Oh!

Safety first.

Come on, boy.

Come on.

Come on.

Holy fuck.

I named her Xena after the...

the Warrior Princess, you know?

That's a...

That's a full-blooded African leopard.

Holy shit.

Where'd you even get her?

Who's asking?

- Me.
- Okay. In that case,

I got her off this old
boy from Arkansas.

It's amazing the things you can
get on the Internet these days.

Kitty, kitty.

Come here, Xena. Come here, baby.

Oh, shit, I...

I got to get out of here. I got to go.

Hey, hey, hey, hey.

Here you go. That's
for a hard day's work.

Tell your Warrior Princess
ol' Dwight said hi.

- All right?
- All right, I will.

Okay. Take the Gator, too.

Take the Gator.

I'm gonna stay here a while.

- Sure?
- Um... yeah.

- Go on, go on, go on, go on.
- All right.

- There?
- Yeah.

I don't know how we're
gonna tell Carter.

Mm. I don't know, sweetheart.

He's resilient. He'll be okay.

Made some calls earlier.

Got answers you're not gonna like.

All the vet paperwork,
the blood tests, all of it forged.

Cattle broker, he fucked us, baby.

I didn't hear you come in.

I didn't want to wake you.

Oh, I barely sleep anymore.

Seems like you don't, either.
Hmm?

My daddy always said, "Clouds give rain"

to quench the dry earth.

"That's how a man should live."

I'm so fucking tired.

Estoy harta.

Yo sé, jefa.

Let me take over.

Let me do the job for you.

I wish I could, Kino.

Wish I could.

Yeah.

Okay.

Take my fucking truck.
See about that.

- Move.
- Where you going?

None of your fucking business.

Unfortunately, it is.

Going to meet a friend.

Believe it or not, I do have friends.

Now move.

Unlike you, there are some very
real consequences for me if I fuck up.

I'm not trying to fuck up your life,

but I'm done getting
treated like a child.

If you want freedom,
stop acting like a child.

Back it up.

♪ I hear the honky-tonk alarm ♪

♪ About 5 p.m. ♪

♪ And I put a splash of
coffee in my mug of gin ♪

♪ There's a good time
waiting on me uptown ♪

♪ Lord, I start to come alive ♪

♪ When the sun goes down ♪

♪ Hey, neon is... ♪

What the fuck?

You sold me a sick bull.

What the hell you talking about?

Dr. Poole doesn't know you.

People come to me.

Their business ain't mine.
I will get you every penny.

Shut the fuck up.

You got 30 seconds to get the fuck

out of this trailer
and out of Rio Paloma,

and if I ever fucking see your
fucking face again, you're dead.

This was supposed to work.

Nobody could've seen this coming.

I'll fix it.

I'll do whatever I have to do.

No.

This isn't on you to fix.

I need a minute, honey.

I love you.

You sent me away.

I was protecting you.

Protecting me from what?
You want me to be a rancher.

No, today wasn't ranching, Carter.

Bullshit.

- I should've been here.
- Well, you weren't.

Yeah, because you sent me to
class with fucking 15-year-olds.

We will break ourselves in half

to give you a better life, Carter.
Do you understand that?

My life isn't yours.

And it isn't fucking Rip's.

I mean, no curfew, and I thought

it was because you liked Oreana.

You're just a liar.

I'm sorry.

Yeah?

It's done.

I'm sorry.

For you and Beth.

Yeah.

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