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The fuck?

Hey.

Hey.

Hey!

Are you out of your mind?

Get back.

Get back.
All right?

Get back before
that thing eats somebody.

It seems friendly.

-Well, it's not.
Now get back.

-Okay, we won't
get any closer.

-You see that fence?
That's mine.

That fucking fence down there,
that's mine too.

Everything this side of
that mountain,

all the way over here,
mine too.

You're trespassing.

Trespassing.

-They don't believe you.
-What?

What's he saying?

What's he saying?

-Says that it's wrong
for one man to own all this.

He says you should share it
with all the people.

Yeah.

-This is America.
We don't share land here.

-She's ready to go.
-Okay, let's prep this.

Scalpel.

54.

54 recorded.

Drill.

Drilling.

Let's irrigate this.

Saw.

Sawing.

-She suffered
an epidural hematoma.

-Is she alive?
-She's alive.

She's in recovery.
Uh, we had to perform

what's called a craniotomy,

where we remove
a piece of her skull,

and we use the suction
to remove the hematoma.

We got her on a ventilator
to help her breathe,

and then, uh, we just continue
to relieve the pressure.

Is she gonna be okay?

-With brain injuries,
it's impossible

to form an accurate prognosis
so soon after the trauma.

But, uh, she survived
the surgery, many don't.

And she's young
and she's strong.

You have reason to hope.

Can we see her?

-I don't recommend it.
-How about just me then?

You were right.

I shouldn't have seen her.

I wanna see my mom.

It's pretty cool, huh?

-I wanna see my mom.
Can you take me to her?

-Your dad wants you
to stay here.

Hey, you need to stay here.
-Move your arm.

-Hey, you need to calm down.
Code White.

Code White, Code White.

-Let me go.
-Code White.

Let me go.

-Hey.
-Oh, calm down.

-Get off.

-Calm down.
-Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey.

Stop.
Stop!

What did you do?

-I didn't do anything.
He was Code White.

-Okay, you need to take
a little break from this place.

I'm staying with my wife.

-That is not an option
until you can find someone

who can supervise him.
-He's a kid.

He didn't do anything wrong.
They were holding him

on the ground
like a fucking animal.

-Right or wrong is not my job.
Keeping people safe is.

And this is not safe.
So you can come back

when you find someone
he'll listen to,

because he clearly will not
listen to the nurse.

-His grandfather's on the way.
-Well, he is not here now.

So you take a break.
You need it.

Come on, buddy.

Fucking cowboys.

Since 1886,

every Dutton who died is buried
300 yards from my back porch.

From my
great-great-grandfather,

to my wife,
and my oldest son.

When a tree grows on my ranch,

I know exactly what fed it,

and that's the best
we can hope for,

because nothing
we do is for today.

Ranching is the only business

where the goal
is to break even.

Survive another season.

Last long enough for your
children to continue the cycle,

and maybe, just maybe,

the land is still theirs
when a tree sprouts from you.

Lord God,

Lord God, give us rain

and a little luck,
and we'll do the rest.

Amen.

-This is my favorite part
of the campaign.

Before the room is packed
with people shouting,

the terror of
the polling numbers.

No sleep and cold pizza.

-Not a very good
sales pitch of the process.

It's hell.
In every sense of the word.

You know, but it's
also exhilarating.

The sense that we
can make a difference.

Shaping ideas into policy.

-You know,
I gotta be honest with you,

I'm not an idealist.

I don't want you to think
my goal is changing the world.

Well, what is your goal?

Power.

You--you already have power.

I want more.

-Mm, what will you do
with it if you get it?

-Protect my family,
and the families like it.

Stop the hemorrhaging
of Montana's resources

to people in other states.

My goal is
the opposite of change.

-That's the most
idealistic thing

I've ever heard
a politician say.

Oh.

I don't know what it
is about break rooms.

It's not the break room.

It's you.

Mm.

Dad.

Dad, you awake?

-You know what a fool
I looked like

when no member of my family
is beside me

at the dinner
my office sponsors?

-Well, my campaign office
opens tomorrow, I--

While I was in the room

with the votes you should
be campaigning for.

-We already have those votes.
-Well, don't bet on it.

What happened?

Don't know.

I feel a shift.

What did the governor say?

She didn't talk to me.

-I'll go see her tomorrow.
-That would be wise.

Where's your sister?

Pick the bar, Dad.

Oh.

Thank you.

-Lee.
Here's a present for you.

-Thanks, bud.

-Jamie, I got a present
for you too.

Thanks.

-Why can't we just
start without her?

Because you can't, son.

Beth.

Oh, she's the only child
on the planet

that would show up
late for Christmas.

Beth.

Beth.

I'm in the bathroom.

Mom, close the door.

I'm sorry.
-Oh.

Honey, you don't have
anything to be sorry for.

Why don't you take a warm bath?

It'll help with the cramps.

Evelyn?

Don't come in here.

Ah.

Just give us a few minutes.

Let the boys open a present.

-Is she okay?

She's fine.

I'm gonna tell you something
my mother told me,

and you're not gonna like it.

Everything's different now.

All those boys you used
to outrun and outwrestle,

that's all done.

And they're gonna
look at you different.

See you different.

And then they're gonna look
at you like you're less.

Like you're somehow
weaker today

than you were yesterday.

You're not, though.

You're stronger
than all of them.

Because if men were responsible
for giving birth,

the human race wouldn't have
lasted two generations.

But after being treated
like you're weaker

long enough,

you'll start to believe it too.

It's why I'm gonna have to be
hard on you, honey.

I have to turn you into the man
most men will never be.

And I'm sorry in advance
for doing it.

Because you're gonna hate it,
sweetheart.

I know I did.

But I look back

and I know my mother was right.

It was the best gift
she ever gave me.

Now I have to give it to you.

Whoa.

-Damn, you got buckaroo'd
right onto your peanut.

Repeat that in English.

I don't speak dipshit.

You wanna run, motherfucker?

Huh?

Oh, damn.

You don't speak fucking horse
neither, do you?

How do you do that?

Turn around and I can show you.

How's that feel?

-Like you're three seconds
away from being pepper sprayed.

Yeah, well, that's what
that horse is thinking

when you get on him.

Come on,
tell me how that feels.

It don't feel bad.

How about that?

Feels like you're scared.

-Mm-hmm.
And how about that?

Feels like you wanna hurt me.

Yeah.

Think about this.

That horse can feel a fly
land on its back.

Imagine all
it's feeling from you.

Every emotion,
every thought.

If you're thinking it,
you bet he's feeling it.

Get on him again

and make your body tell him

that everything's
gonna be okay.

Come on.

No.
Leave those down on his neck.

Don't use the reins?

-You're asking him
to trust you.

You ain't gonna trust him?

Ride him out.

-First good thing
I've seen in weeks.

New hand's a real
horse whisperer, huh?

Yeah, he is something.

-I saw a Grizzly
in the north pasture.

-I know, I saw him down there
by the river.

-Let's bring all
the fall calves down.

Get everything to the barn.

Oh, Great Spirit.

May she walk with the Creator.

Back into my life.

What the hell are you doing?

Get security.
-Just sage.

-And that's pure oxygen.
You're gonna blow the place up.

Let go of me.

Stop it.

Okay, you out.

I need a doctor.

-The property's
essentially worthless

without a water source.
-Worthless?

A 90-acre hobby farm sold
for $6 million down the street.

With a water source.

-The water table on
our property is 25 feet.

I could dig a fucking well
by hand.

I'd love to see that.

Your client already
accepted our offer.

All you're supposed to do
is red line the fine print.

The fine print sucks.

You get our land for free
and then write off

construction costs for years
before we see a dime.

Fucking Indian tribe's
trying to steal your land.

-The only reason
you're not choking on irony

is the size
of your mouth.

-Can I remind everyone
that our goal here

is to make a deal?

-We agreed to a percentage
as payoff.

I can't afford your asking
price and build a casino.

I--I--I know how this works.

You won't spend a dime
on construction.

You'll go to Key Bank
or TFA Capital

and take a loan for the build.
You'll outsource management,

except for cushy jobs you hold
for friends and family members.

You'll negotiate a nice, fat
consulting fee for yourself.

Then give speeches about
how much money it'll make

for the school system.

Look, I oversaw
the California Lottery.

I wrote the book
on this bullshit.

And I'm fine with all of this.

But my piece of the pie will be
as big as yours. Period.

-I have no family
to give cushy jobs to.

And every penny of profit will
go exactly where I say it goes.

We want the same thing, Dan.
Just for different reasons.

-I look at this contract,
and I can't tell what you want.

-I want everything
that John Dutton has.

I want the Yellowstone.

Do this with me,
and I'll split it with you.

-There may be ten men
on this planet

that can afford
the Yellowstone,

and you and I
ain't one of them.

I have a plan for that too.

Yeah

-I only tell my partners
that plan.

And you are not my partner yet.
Call me when you are.

Oh, that went well.

-I'm not trying to sabotage
the deal here,

but, uh, if you cede ownership
of the land...

he will push you out.
You will get nothing.

That's his plan.

-Is there a way that the
percentage of the profit

could become a percentage
of ownership in the casino?

-Mm, Tribal Gaming Commission
will never license you.

What about the hotel?

We'll make the casino
a separate structure.

I own the hotel,
he owns the casino.

That might work.

-Okay.
Find a way to present it.

-I'll draft a proposal.
-Okay.

Speaking of that,
what are we doing?

-I have attorneys
for Clean Water Resource

filing a lawsuit against him

for altering
the flow of the waterway.

Once we file,
we can present it to the EPA.

Yellowstone Cutthroat Trout
spawns in that stream,

which is a food source
of the Grizzly Bear.

That's a violation of
the Endangered Species Act.

And that is a felony.

Ah, well, as John Dutton
would say,

he fucked the wrong bull.
Or fucked with it.

I don't know, I can't keep
these redneck sayings straight.

But good job, Melanie.

Good job.

Very good.
Very good.

-Stay still, Mr. Dutton.
-Yeah, I will.

I'm just...

I'm just worried
I'm flashing the nurse.

She's seen it all before.

-The blood work looks good,
but I saw something on the scan

I wanna look into.
Let's schedule a endoscopy

in the next month.
-Can't wait.

Just wish I should've gotten
a more dignified cancer.

What're you doing here, Tate?

Can I help you

-He's not here.

What do you got there

Behind your back.

-You know when John Dutton--
when he'll be home?

Let me see your hands.

Let me see your hand.

Oh, no, no, no, no gun.
Ah, wait.

-Show me your hands.
-Wait.

-Show me your hands.
-Wait, don't--

-Show me your hands.

I'm not here to hurt him.

I got something
I can only give to him.

-I'm his son,
and his attorney.

Give it to me.

-His attorney?
-Yeah.

You're right.
I can give it to you.

Eh.

Easy.
-I can give it to you.

Easy.

Slow.

Put the...

He's been served.

-So you wanna walk me through
what the fuck we're doing here?

Looking for a bear.

-What're we supposed to do
when we find it?

-Shoot, shovel,
and shut the fuck up.

Jimmy, hand me the rifle.

Give me the fucking rifle.

-I thought you said you were
gonna grab the rifle.

You got a gun on you?

-I can't have no gun.
I'm a goddamn felon.

So what do we do?

Story of my fucking life.

Okay, we're gonna
haze it out of here.

We're gonna run right at it.

-That sounds
like a really bad idea.

-Ready?
-Fuck it.

-Come on.
Hyah!

Oh, this is fucking insane.

Oh, God.

Oh, God, help me.

Help me.

Oh, my God, help me.
Ryan.

Help me!

Oh, my God, help me.

Ryan.
Oh, God, new guy, help me.

Help me.

Ryan.
Ryan!

-How good a friend
is this sumbitch?

How good do you rope?

-A bit early to get this
western, ain't it?

Am I heading or heeling?

Whichever you can catch.

-You gotta help me.
Help me.

Oh, my God, help me.

-There you go.
There you go.

What's your name?

Jimmy.

Jimmy, you owe me a rope.

-Hey, where's my horse?
-Halfway to Kentucky.

One of these days we'll find
one you don't fall off of.

-Hey, can you guys
walk a little slower?

Fuck you, Jimmy.

Yeah, fuck you, Jimmy.

Okay.

Can you feel that?

Okay, let me see you
wiggle your toes.

Wiggle your toes.
-I'm doing it.

Okay.
Other foot.

Very good.
Wiggle your toes for me.

Very good.
Very good.

Okay, you know, we're gonna
take you up to radiology.

When you get back, I'd like
to see you eat something.

Can you do that?

-I'm not hungry.
-I'd like to see you try.

How serious is this?

-Well,
she's through the worse.

Which is surprising.
I wasn't optimistic at all.

But I'm encouraged by the fact
that she has speech.

She seems to be aware
of her surroundings.

And she's got some feeling
in her extremities,

but I am concerned about
the lack of motor skills.

Those will come back,
hopefully,

when there is
sensation present.

We'll watch for bleeds.

That's the most severe risk
at the moment.

But a shower from the fire
sprinklers is not gonna help.

No more sage, okay?

-Worked, though,
didn't it?

-Why don't I take Tate
back to the ranch?

But I wanna stay with Mom.

-This is no place for a boy.
-You gotta take him.

Yeah.

-We're gonna send your mom
to a CT scan, okay?

Let's go.

-Tate, you should
come with me.

Love you, baby.

Ah, hey, hey.

-Help, please.
Help us.

-You gotta be
fucking kidding me.

-Help us, please.
-No, I'll help you.

Just give me a minute.

-You're in a real pickle.
I ain't gonna lie to you.

How'd you get here?

-Uh, we went for hike
and we got lost

and then a bear chased us
and we jumped down here.

Uh, it don't much matter now.

Is that your boyfriend?

-Does he speak English?
-No.

-What's your name?
-Kim.

-All right, Kim,
well, here's the deal.

I'm gonna drop
this rope down to you.

Put it under your arms
and I'll pull you up.

You catch it,
you hear?

-We put it around us both.
-What? No.

That's too heavy.
I can't pull up both of you.

Listen to me.

Explain it to him that I can't
fucking lift both of you!

No, no, no, no, no, no, hey.

Hey.

Hey, grab it with both hands.

Listen to me.
Grab it with both hands.

It's tricky, Tom.

At a minimum,
it's assault.

And if Monica...

If Monica dies, it's
involuntary manslaughter.

Now we're waiting to hear
from Tribal General Council

and the federal prosecutor to
decide how they wanna charge.

-Feds don't have
jurisdiction on this.

-Need to tell them that.
-I will.

He showing any remorse?

Remorse is all he's showing.

-For her or himself?
-A little bit of both.

He's not a bad kid.

He's just had a rough life.
-Who hasn't?

Can I talk to him?

On the record or off?

-There won't be
any record of this.

How's she doing?

Hard to say.

Am I going to jail?

I don't know.

I didn't mean to do it.

That's the inmate's motto.

How about you scream
something else?

You can't let killing her be
your contribution to this life.

Say that.

I won't let it.

-If she dies,
we gotta charge you.

No way around it.

But if she lives,
you get one chance.

And it's your last chance.

There's only two roads
in this life.

One's wide as a highway,
full of choices.

The other one's pencil thin

with only two directions.

You're on
the skinny road right now.

Be very careful
where you put your feet.

-What do you
wanna do with him?

-Let him go.
For now.

This isn't what I expected,
Mo.

What did you expect?

-Well, I had big ideas
about how to elevate...

I thought it'd be easier.

-That's what
the last Chairman said.

-Sometimes I wonder if I'll
make any difference at all.

He said that too.

-Are you okay,
Grandpa?

Yeah.

When's the last time you ate?

I don't know.

-What--what do you mean
you don't know?

Well, let's fix that.

Stay.

Stay here, grandson.

I need a complete portfolio

on Paradise Valley
Development Holdings.

Everything.

Then bring my computer and
meet me at my father's ranch.

Yes, in Montana.

Yes, it will be cold.

I don't know how cold.

Pack like you're going skiing,
Jason.

You'll be just fine.

-Where's your brother?
-Don't know. Not here.

What're you doing?

-Being part of the solution,
Daddy.

Just like you asked.

I, uh...

I need you to watch Tate.
He's--he's in the other room.

-Babysitting
is where I draw the line.

God damn it, Beth, I'm not...

I'm not asking.

Are you okay?

He's in the kitchen.

-Who are you?
-I'm your aunt.

Hungry?

-Kind of.
-What do you want?

-What can you make?
-Cheese plate.

Ugh.

All right, I got an idea.

You wanna go see what the
cowboys are having for supper?

Sure.

[grunting

Where's Tate?

He's at the ranch.

-Where's my grandfather?
-Right here, darling.

Oh.

There you are.

-Yes, ma'am,
here I am.

-Here, let's try
to eat some more, okay?

Yay, more pudding.

It's okay.

Here you go.

-I don't understand why they
feed you things in the hospital

we won't let our son eat.

Next thing you know,
they'll be bringing me bacon.

-Speaking of our son,
where is he?

He's at the ranch, baby.

-It's very exciting
to have you all here.

It's humbling that you would
donate your time,

your passion,
to the causes I believe in.

That must mean that you
believe in them too.

I promise you this,
no matter how hard you work,

I'll work harder.

But the campaign is
just the beginning.

The real work starts
after we've won

and I'm your new
Attorney General.

-Hey, Jamie.
I need you.

Give me a call when you
get this, will you?

I'm sorry to bother you again,
sir, but, uh,

we need the sheriff out here.

So when you get this,
give me a call, will you?

Ah, it hurts.

You gotta help me here.
I'm...

I'm not ready for this.

God damn it,
I got too much to do.

I'm gonna get some coffee.

You want some?
-I'm all right.

Okay.

-Let me tell her.
You let me tell her.

-Looks like you brought
the music festival to me.