All language subtitles for Yellowstone.2018.S03E05.720p.WEB.H264-METCON

I need a favor.

I'm not spending
my last day here

watching you shop
on Main Street.

I need your help.

Jamie.

I'm in trouble.

- Who's the father?
- That's none of your business.

It is absolutely my business...

No, it's my business!

What difference does it make?

Let me go figure this out.

Hi. Are you Ellen?

I am.

We spoke on the phone.

You're white.

There's a Planned Parenthood
in Billings.

- Take her there.
- I can't.

Everyone will know.

- It's anonymous.
- Nobody will know.

Everyone will know.

Listen.

You don't want to do this here.

A requirement of patients
receiving an abortion

at this clinic is sterilization.

Understood.

Is it okay?

Yeah. It's okay.

Where've you been?

Went to town.

Did you get the test?

- Yeah.
- It was negative.

Why do you look so sad?

We shouldn't do this anymore.

You okay?

Bad dream.

Bad memory.

Hm. Those are worse.

Yeah.

You wanna talk?

No.

Not this one.

Hey.

Tell me anyway.

I've made two decisions
in my life based on fear.

And they cost me everything.

- Hey.
- Not everything.

Repeat after me:

I do solemnly
swear that I will support,

protect, and uphold
the Constitution

of the United States

and the Constitution
of the State of Montana.

I do solemnly swear
that I will support, protect,

and uphold the Constitution
of the United States

and the Constitution
of the State of Montana.

And that I will
discharge the duties

of my office with fidelity,
so help me God.

And that I will
discharge the duties

of my office with fidelity,
so help me God.

Say that last part again.

Um...

And that I will discharge
the duties

of my office with Fidelity.

So help you, God.

So help me God.

- Congratulations.
- Thank you.

- Congratulations, Jamie.
- Thank you.

- He's all yours, now.
- Mm-hmm.

We took the long way to get
here, but here we are.

Here we are.

Thank God.

I'll help you with
your transition

then I'm playing golf
for a year.

Well, thank you, Governor.

Thank your father.

I know why I'm here.

And it wasn't him.

- Come on.
- I'll show you your office.

Sheriff Haskell, line one.

Yeah?

You know Boyd Nelson,
out toward Emigrant?

- I know of him.
- Committed suicide.

Meet me at his ranch.

What's that got
to do with my office?

You'll see.

He leave a note?

Sort of.

Son of a bitch.

He's got kids, don't he?

He's got two of them.

Bank take those, too?

Well, soon as
the Medical Examiner

releases a
death certificate, Kayce,

bank takes everything.

Can't take them
if they're not here.

What if we round them up,

and take them down to Billings
and put them in a sale?

Give those kids some
sort of chance at life.

Is that legal?

Hell, no, it's ain't legal.

And I'm not so sure
that violating probate law

should be your first act as
Livestock Commissioner, either.

Yeah.

What if it was, though,
where would you stand on it?

- He was my cousin, Kayce.
- That's where I stand.

If you wanna do it
I'll look away,

but if the bank finds out you
are up to your neck in trouble.

I need to talk to my father.

All right.

Do we have to go?

Yeah, your dad's
gotta work in the city.

The city sucks ass.

Sucks what?

Hey, where are you
learning this stuff?

Jesus, look at the size
of that fucking spider.

That is a big-ass toad.

Shit, you could saddle
that sumbitch,

and ride his fucking
ass back to the barn.

Well, I think I know.

Hey, Rip, can you leave
our tent up?

I want to get Tate out here
as much as I can this summer.

Yes, ma'am, I can do that.

- Thanks.
- Um-hum.

These are the last ones.

Jake, Ethan,
get them pack horses back.

Lloyd, find something gentle
for them two.

Tater, let's saddle that
yellow horse

and the white horse.

- Ryan, Colby?
- We're running the fence.

You've become a very difficult
man to get a hold of.

Yeah, well,
I have this new rule:

I only carry my phone
in places with no service.

Otherwise that son of a bitch
stays on the kitchen counter.

Well, I envy you that luxury.

I thought it was time we
discuss our new problem.

Yeah.

Doesn't seem to be going
away on its own, does it?

Not this one.

The FAA has approved
a portion of your land

as the airport location,
as I'm sure you're aware.

The state will make an offer
and after you refuse...

The Attorney General
handles eminent domain cases

for the state,

and I'm not concerned
with that office anymore.

It's the Governor's decision.

I'm not worried about
that office either.

It's four thousand jobs, John.

In a state where
that makes a difference.

Not supporting this
will cost her the office.

Well, I'm surprised
you're against it, Tom.

An airport right down the street
from your casino,

I'm no hotel manager,
but that sounds like

a good thing to me.

I have some ownership issues
with the casino property.

Well, I'm not going to help
you with the problem

that prevents you
from building a casino.

I don't want a casino
any more than I want an airport.

I don't really want
another casino either.

It's an insulting...
And wickedly ironic...

Revenue stream
for an Indian Nation.

It is a means to an end

and that end is this valley
looking like it did

before a white man
stepped foot on it.

We want the same thing
for very different reasons.

And we can have our fight later,

but we'll have nothing to fight
over if they build a city here.

Well, I agree with you on that.

You know my business background.

It's never one fight

that determines if
a project moves forward.

It's an accumulation of fights.

Corporations hate "complicated".

And they need to see a return.

They have the money.
They have the manpower.

They have the influence
and the reach,

but the one thing
corporations never have

is time.

It's their only enemy.

And that's how we beat them.

We give them a dozen things
that take time.

Now, I have someone
with a reputation

of finding those things.

And she is merciless
when she's found them.

- Well...
- I have one of those, too.

I'm aware.

That's why I'm here.
I think they should meet.

Put their heads together.

Then who knows what mischief
they'll come up with together.

I'm just warning you:

This genie does not
go back in the bottle.

Neither does mine.

Get in front of the trader.

Right. Wait.

I'm watching.

Now. Three hundred-thousand
at one thirty-five.

Tell me when he takes.

Short my fucking stock...

Bought? Yes!

Take that you little
red-headed shit.

Ahh...

Yeah.

What?

Another point?

I'm trying to go
fucking fishing!

God!

God!

Why can't we ride with them?

'Cause that's
a pretty rough haul.

Old Blue Jeans, he ain't got
any more mountains in him.

Who's Blue Jeans?

Blue Jeans is the horse
you're gonna be ridin'.

He's almost as old
as your daddy.

In fact, I can remember
when your daddy used to run

all over hell and gone
on that son of a...

Son of a gun.

The pirate mouth on that kid

needs no help from
you wranglers.

- If y'all could just...
- Sorry.

I'm sorry.

It's not your responsibility
what my kid says.

We'll try and really
watch what we say around him.

I'd appreciate it.

Knock knock.

Who's there?

- Europe.
- Oh.

Europe, who?

No, you're a poo!

Nope. It's just in him.

He's laughing, though,
ain't he?

Yeah, he is.

You can't teach that.

Teach what?

Toughness.

You're either born a willow
or you're born an oak.

That's all there is to it.

You two ready?

Ready ready.

What in the...

You think they wandered
in from the park?

Nah, there's
too many fences.

Who are these
son of a bitches here?

Come on. Let's go.

Hey!

Sporting Club
running buffalo now?

Sporting Club ain't
running shit no more.

Yell, well,
whose are those, then?

Don't matter, as long
as they're not yours.

You got permission to run them
things here?

No, I just decided today
I'd run some buffalo

across a field for no reason.

Yeah, well, I don't want
my cattle getting brucellosis

from them fucking things.

Keep your cattle
on your side of the fence.

You oughta tell your boy to watch the
bass in his voice when he speaks to me.

Boy?

Hey!

I'll blow your shit-for-brains
all over this field.

Then fucking do it.

Reserve agent,
Livestock Association.

I will shoot you
where you stand.

Put that fucking pistol down.

Reserve agent?

Duttons are still
running that scam?

We don't know you.

- You wouldn't.
- But your boss does.

Tell him Wade Morrow said hello.

We'll see each other again,
I'm sure.

You better hope
I never see you again.

Next time, fight me fair.

Shit, I'll fight you fair.

Get off your horse.

We'll save that for a rainy day.

I need proof those
are brucellosis free.

If you're man enough,
come and get it.

Come on.

Why would they leave
buffalo out here?

They're gonna tear
this fence to pieces.

That's why.

Trade war between
the United States and China has kept...

You know, it's 5 o'clock.

Shouldn't you be
in a river somewhere?

Bulleit. Rocks.

There's nothing I love more
than to be on the river,

but instead, I'm here
trying to figure out

- why you are poking a grizzly.
- Mm.

You don't keep them
when you catch them.

No.

You throw them back.

Yes.

I could respect you
if you ate them.

That makes sense to me.

But of all the shit a trout
has to go through in a day...

eagles trying to eat them,

raccoons trying to eat them,

otters, ospreys,
bigger fish, hawks.

It also has to wonder if
every floating dead insect

has a fucking hook in it
because you think it

fighting you for its life...

Is fun.

It doesn't hurt the fish.

They don't process pain
the way other animals do...

What fucking pescatarian
told you that, huh?

It is fascinating that
the one vertebrate

on this planet
that doesn't rely on pain

as a survival device

is the one that you like
to hook in the fucking mouth.

To be honest, I could give
a shit if it hurts the fish.

I don't like the way it tastes.
That's why I throw them back.

Well, why didn't you say that
in the first place, huh?

That I understand.

Schwartz and Meyer
shorting our stock

is like a terrorist
bombing a subway.

It doesn't stop the subways

and it doesn't destroy
the city the subway serves.

It just hurts some people,

and not the people
you want to hurt.

But it does make the people
you want to hurt

want to hurt you back.

You going to try
and hurt me back,

is that what you're
trying to say?

Hmm?

Because I have been
down this road

many, many times
before, buddy.

And no one who tried it
is alive to tell you

how poorly that
worked out for them.

What, are you saying
you're going to hire

a fucking hitman to come
after me if I come after you?

We could buy Schwartz
and Meyer fifteen times over.

That land is not
your family's legacy.

It is a relic that will
continue to appreciate

until your family
can no longer afford it

and then you will lose it.

Wealth is the only legacy left,
and you know it.

Fight us and you'll
lose all your money

and you lose the land.

Or be the smart
business woman you are

and make us a deal that creates
a real legacy for your family.

Five, six hundred-million
dollars.

Generational wealth.

I agree on all fronts, Roarke.

I do.

And I wish to God
that he would do that,

but he won't.

So, we fight.

You're sealing yourself
into the Alamo, Beth.

And these guys won't
take prisoners either.

I look forward to it.

Stop shorting
my fucking stock, please.

Well, stop making it
so fucking easy.

Could you at least
do it in after hours trading

so I can fucking fish?

Well, that I can do.

I will short your stock
in after-hours trading

so you can torture trout.

- Thank you.
- You're welcome.

You think you're up
for this fight, Beth.

You have no idea
how wrong you are.

Well, right back at you.

You are the trailer park.

I am the tornado.

- Hey.
- Hey.

How was your first day?

Boyd Nelson died.

The horse breeder?

I didn't really know him.

He was a dreamer.

When those dreams didn't
come true he became...

He was an angry, angry guy.

The lien-holder's
foreclosing on his ranch.

Only thing he has worth anything

is about 300 brood mares,
some babies.

I was thinking maybe
I could round them up,

take them down to Billings,
put them in a sale.

Try to help his family out.

That is, if it's
a family worth doing it for.

His wife's a good woman.

Better than Boyd deserved,
that's for sure.

I'm sorry for her.

There's a bit of a risk,
if the bank were to find out.

Bank's not your problem.

Your problem is the people.

Do what's best for them.
That's the job.

You saying I should do it?

- Not saying anything.
- Not my decision to make.

Well, if do,
I'm gonna need your help.

Once you make the decision,
I'll do whatever you want.

Fellas, thanks for helping out.

How do you plan on doing this?

Rip, have you figured out
how to do this

without all of us
getting trampled?

Best we came up with sir
is like, "fuck it", you know?

Let's get up there fast
as we can

and just chase those
sons of bitches

down the mountain.

Fuck it.

That's your plan, too?
Fuck it?

It's gonna be a shit
show no matter what we do.

May as well do it fast.

Less time for things
to go wrong.

Your logic is
so flawed, son, it...

Hell, it almost makes sense.

Great.

All right.

Fuck it.

Come on!

Yahoo!

I thought for sure someone
was going to the hospital.

I thought someone was dying.

You know, I've got half a
mind to run up that hill

and do it again.

Attorney General on line three.

Attorney general?

Line three.

Is this AG Stewart
or AG elect Reid?

It's newly appointed AG Dutton.

Jamie?

I just thought you should
hear from me directly,

as the highest law
enforcement officer in the state,

that my office is available for
anything that you might need.

If there are any unresolved
issues that need resolving.

Can you think
of anything, Randy?

No.

No, there's no
unresolved issues.

I'm glad to hear it.

Who'll be the new
Livestock Commissioner?

Kayce.

How in the hell did you
manage all of this, Jamie?

You know, I ask myself
that same question.

To be honest with you, Randy,

I think I just
willed it to happen.

Let me know if there's
something I can will for you.

Will do.

You're welcome.

Thank you.

Any time.

You weren't kidding.

What are they?

Mamas and babies.

Think you can move them all?

Will you sell them as a package?

I prefer it.

Hell, I can sell three hundred
in a package with a phone call.

How y'all doing?

- Our dad died.
- How do you think we're doing?

I'm sorry.

- Everybody's sorry.
- And it don't make no difference.

Mrs. Nelson?

- She's inside.
- Thank you.

Oh, my word, this is hot.

It's burning right
through these oven mitts.

Carolyn, this is Kayce Dutton.

- Mrs. Nelson...
- Thank you.

How much did you get for them?

A little over sixteen thousand.

Was hoping to get more, but...

Should help with the funeral.

This is the funeral.

I ain't spending
a dime burying him.

That coward can rot
where he lays.

Cowboys and dreamers.

Why I only love
cowboys and dreamers

I will never understand.

They've put me through hell
from the first kiss.

And knowing me, I'll probably
marry another one.

Hey, let's get those
potatoes back in the oven.

You a cowboy?

Yeah, I am.

My daddy was a cowboy.

I'm gonna be a cowboy, too.

- It's not bad.
- You all right?

Which bunk is yours, Jimmy?

In the back in the right up top.

I don't think
the top one's happening.

Anyone in the bottom bunk?

At the moment, actually, no.

How many wranglers does
the Yellowstone have?

Ten or eleven.

Usually a couple
floating in and out.

Yeah, one of the wranglers
is a girl. Woman.

Lady. Kind of.

- Laramie.
- Hey!

They guys are gonna be
back in a minute.

If they catch you drinking
their beer, they're gonna...

- They're gonna what?
- What are they gonna do?

We helped ourselves
to your beer.

Hope you don't mind.

- Yeah, we can see.
- They with you, Jimmy?

Yeah, this was not my idea.

Gotta start rodeoing again.

- Fuck it.
- It's Friday night somewhere.

No, today is Friday.

It literally,
right now is Friday.

Then Friday's your
lucky fucking day.

She's growing on you.

She's not growing on me.

Okay, she has like a couple
of moves and stuff.

It's kinda like...
She's a dancer. She studied.

Where in the fuck did
she study dancing?

Fucking sheeper cabin
in Ten Sleep?

♪ If somebody wants to know ♪

Are you too old to dance?

Ain't a damn thing
I'm too old to do.

♪ Tell 'em I'm somewhere looking
for the end of that long white line ♪

Fucking barrel racers.

You're getting the joke
now, aren't you, Jimmy?

♪ New York City, Old St. Joe
Albuquerque, New Mexico ♪

♪ This old rig is humming and rolling,
she's a-doing fine ♪

Only those dipshits
could ruin a sunset.

♪ What's become
of this so-and-so ♪

♪ Tell em' I'm somewhere
looking for the end ♪

♪ of that long white line ♪

Goddamnit.

Is it?

♪ She likes to lay naked
and be gazed upon ♪

I don't understand.

Yeah, honestly, man,
neither do I.

That is shocking to me.

What the fuck are
you dipshits doing?

♪ I'm gonna scream ♪

♪ I'm gonna
get me some mescaline ♪

♪ She brings me roses
and a place to lean ♪

♪ A drunken poet's dream ♪

I should've known it was you.

By now,
you sure should have.

You're having a barn dance
or something?

Yeah.

They're cutting loose.

They had one hell of a day.

Now it sounds like they're gonna
have one hell of a night.

It's a good thing you did today.

You broke a rule that shouldn't
be a rule in the first place.

And you did it
for the right reasons.

Thanks.

Hell, should we join 'em?

I can't.

I never had much luck leading
men and being their friend.

Maybe it can
be different for you.

Goodnight, son.

♪ She brings me roses
and a place to lean ♪

♪ A drunken poet's dream ♪

♪ A drunken poet's dream ♪

♪ A drunken poet's ♪