All language subtitles for Yellowstone.S04E06

♪ MTV... ♪

Come to the house
if you're hungry.

- Thank you.

- Hey. Take your hat off.

- Oh. Sh--

- Thank you, darling.
- You're welcome.

- Have a good day.
- You, too.

- Jimmy... you ready?

- Uh, yeah.
- All right, let's go.

- Thank you, Ma'am.
- You're welcome.

- How's the one you rode in on?

- Not real broke.
I think they said he's just two.

I said he's not real broke.

- We sell the broke ones
around here, Jimmy.

Mama!

- What are you doing up?

- My father hasn't
called me back.

Worries me.

- I saw him yesterday,
he's fine.

- Yeah, that's what
worries me.

- Hm.

Morning, beautiful.

- Take me on a ride.

- On a horse?

- On a horse.

- Just a ride, huh?

- Well, I'm a little more
purpose-driven than that.

We can talk about it later.

- Beth, why can't you
tell me what you're thinking

instead of half of what
we're doing and none of the why

and then I spend
the rest of the day

trying to figure out what
you're up to?

- Because then you're going
to spend the whole day

thinking about me.

- I do that already.

- I knew it.

Who the fuck are you?

- Who the fuck are you?

- I'm the bitch about
to stab you in the stomach.

- I'm sorry, I didn't know
he was married.

- Here's a... situation

I couldn't have dreamed up
in a month of Sundays.

This is my daughter.

She can be
a little overprotective.

Put the knife down, honey.

- Dad... if you're gonna
hire a hooker,

would you please let me
get you a good one?

- Beth--

- Hope you didn't pay full
price for that boob job.

- Actually, God gave me
these for free.

Looks like he gave me yours too.

- It is seven
in the fucking morning.

I do not have the energy
for this shit.

Now put it down.
She is a guest in our house.

- I'm calling an Uber.

- No, you're not.

- Can you drive me
into town, please?

- Can y'all just calm the fuck
down and have a...

a nice breakfast?

And then, yes, I'll drive you
anywhere you want to go.

- I'll get dressed.

- Ah!

Mm.

- I'm too old
for this shit.

I'm too old for her,

I'm too old for that
look you're giving me,

I'm just too old
for all of it.

- You weren't too old
for some of it.

- You know...

Be nice to her.

- Okay, Dad.

- She held a protest at
the Livestock office,

threw a rock at your brother,

got thrown in jail,
and I bailed her out for it.

- And then brought her
home and fucked her.

Along with your common sense.

- We talked 'til late
and I offered her a room.

Her clothes were
covered in pepper spray

and paint so
I loaned her a shirt.

You know, Beth,
maybe it's best

you don't stay for breakfast.

- Oh, Daddy.

I wouldn't miss this breakfast
for the fucking world.

- Is there anything to eat
that didn't have

a heartbeat last week?

- Uh...

- Orange juice didn't
have a heartbeat.

- Is it non GMO?

- I'm not sure what that means.

- It means a scientist
didn't alter the DNA

of the orange to make more
money and ravage our bodies.

- I just buy big bags
from the grocery store.

- Do you like wheat grass?

- I do.

- We have a whole field of it.

Hey, Gator,
would you go out back,

pick some wheat grass
and throw it in a blender.

She's gonna love it.

- You grow wheat grass?

- We grow wheat.
Which is a grass.

Until it heads out,
then it is a grain.

- That's a different
kind of wheat.

- No, see I know you think

it just magically appears
at Jamba Juice,

grass grows in the ground.

- Gator, Summer is a vegan.

Could you make her
something with no meat or eggs?

- Or milk.

- Or butter.

Maybe some pancakes.

- I don't eat gluten.

- What's gluten?

- So wait, you'll eat
the wheat grass

but you won't eat
the seed.

- Our bodies aren't
designed to digest it.

- Who told you that?
- Doctors.

- My doctor never told me that.

- Well, you should get
a new doctor.

- You should get tested for
chlamydia, you fucking hippie.

- Okay, Beth.
That's it.

All right, she is my guest.

You will treat her with respect
or you will leave.

- I have a meeting anyway.

Love you, Daddy.

- I hope you find a therapist
who can help you.

- I hope you die of ass cancer.

You know, she can, umm...

- She's a little old to be
jealous of the women

her father spends time with.

- Yes she is.

- And the cowboy fantasy
is officially over.

I'll be outside.

- W-wait...

- Well, that went
to shit in a hurry, didn't it?

- It did seem to go pretty
fast, sir.

- Yeah.

- Wow, I like the light.

- These windows along the south
heat this house.

- Oh, great.

Kayce?

You coming inside?

- Hey, does that dog
come with the house?

- Is that dog back?
Come on! Come on!

- I've taken that damn
thing to the pound twice.

- Baby, you want to see
the house?

- I don't need to, baby.
This is it.

- Yeah, I think so, too.

- We'll take it.

- I'll call Animal Services
about the dog--

- No, we'll take the dog, too.
- Oh.

- I'm gonna check out
the barn.

- Before you check
out the house?

- Always.

Hello?

I got my family with me
right now.

- Good dog.
Good dog.

-
Send me the location.

- Where'd your appetite go, son?

- Terrell Riggins.
That's where it went.

- Hmm.

Good old Terrell.

- I'm going to need you
to stand up slowly,

with your hands above your head.

- Walk backwards five paces.

Do not turn around.

I said do
not turn around.

- If you want to shoot, shoot.

It'll be murder, but won't be
the first one you've covered up.

- Don't you talk to
me about murder.

Now stand up and
turn the fuck around!

- No. Just shoot me.

I would much prefer that to
having my son yell at me

in the house I built for you.

Yes. I built it.

I gave you the strength to walk
from the shadow

of that fucking land baron
you called father

for the entire lie of your life.

- You tried to kill my family.

- That is not your family.

This is your family.

That baby is your family.

And that woman will
be part of your family, too.

I give you my word.
I will build that for you, too.

I want you to imagine something.

Imagine that woman
and that baby gone.

And then imagine yourself...

in that house

instead of this one.

Imagine all the generations
of wealth

you would've had to provide
for all the generations

you leave behind.

- Just fucking stop.
Stop talking. Please...

- You gonna tell me
you'd miss him?

- I can't tell you that.

- Of course you can't.

I doubt the jury's out
on how much you'd miss

that bitch of a sister, though.

- I'd miss my brother.

- He's not your brother.

- In my heart he is my brother.

- In your imagination,
he's your brother.

You barely know him.

You miss what
you thought you were.

That's all.

And you'll miss that
whether he's alive or not.

- What about right or wrong?

- There's no such thing.

There's no such thing
as right or wrong.

There's no such thing
as fair, or moral...

Those are words men invented

to scare
and shame other men

from taking back
what they've stolen.

John Dutton used you

just like he uses
all his children,

to scare and shame others,

so nobody takes back
what he stole.

You know that's true.

You know it.

I have no agenda
but giving you back

the family that you never had,

and the legacy
he robbed from you.

Did I try to kill them?

You're God damn right I did.

And I will keep trying
until I get it right.

That's how much I love you...

Son.

- How many'd they get?

- Eighteen.

- What the hell is someone doing
with eighteen horses out here?

- This is a racing family.

They represent our Nation
on the relay circuit.

- I'll take look around
and tell you what I think,

but I ain't got
no authority out here.

- You do fifty yards
out that way.

And that's where they went...

- I'll be right back, baby.

My guess is
they cut the fence horseback

and used the herd
to cover their tracks.

- That's what I think, too.

- The rez ends here.

- So is that BLM?

- That's the forest service.

- Dirt bikes.

They used dirt bikes.

I'll need to talk with the
family when they get home,

get some descriptions
on those horses.

- They're home.

They're just hiding.

- White man with a badge
has that effect out here.

- Hey.
- Hey.

- Everybody wondered
where you went.

- Not a believer in goodbye.

When it's time to leave, I go.

- Fair enough.

I'm gonna run my family home
and then I'll come back

and we can get some descriptions
or whatever paperwork

you might have.

- Here I thought you
were just a cowboy.

- You ready, baby?

- Who the hell is that?

- Oh, she, uh, used to wrangle
at the ranch.

- Hmm.

- What?

- Pretty good-looking wrangler.

- Not my type, baby.

- Oh, yeah?
Tall, thin, long black hair,

brown eyes, yep,
not your type.

- She sure was my type.

She was one hot tamale.

- Tate!

- This is gonna be
a long ride home.

- What do we got here?

Be right back.

- It's on the wrong side
of the fence?

- Yep.

- Well, if there wasn't any
fences, he wouldn't be

on the wrong side of it.

- It's a she and
if there weren't fences

the whole herd would be standing
in the middle of the highway.

- Why would they do that?

- 'Cause that's what they do.

- Shh.

Easy. We're going to get
you back to mama.

Yeah.

- Don't know where she got out,
just drove the whole fence line.

- She looks a little heavy
to be lifting over a fence, huh?

- Yeah.

Easy.

Let's just cut it.
Then we'll patch it.

Easy.

Step on.

Come on, baby.

There you go.

All right, let's see.

- They should make a tool
to pull that wire tight for you.

- They do. They just don't
fit in a saddle bag.

- That should work there.

After I get 'em out
of this pasture,

I'll run the fence line here.

- Where you taking them?

- Pasture nine.

There's way too much bear sign
in this pasture for me, sir.

Morning, ma'am.

- Understand us
a little better now?

- I think I understand
you less.

You love this.

Him, too.
I can see it.

- You coming?

- No, I think I'm gonna walk.

- Long walk.

- Yeah, if I get tired,
I can just...

- People still do that?

- Yeah, they still do it.

- You know it's pretty risky,

young woman out here
in the middle of nowhere.

- I'm not that young.

And if I get tired I'll just
flag down one of your cowboys.

I understand that
much about you guys.

- Well, then you
understand enough.

♪ Lately I've been thinking ♪

♪ That I could leave this town ♪

♪ Cut back on my drinking
Stop this running round ♪

♪ Playing songs
'til after midnight ♪

♪ Staying up 'til dawn ♪

♪ There's something in
the dust and wind ♪

♪ That keeps me hanging on ♪

♪ And I never thought I'd live
to see the day I'd say goodbye ♪

♪ I ain't crying,
that's West Texas in my eye ♪

♪ I'd like to grow a rose and
stow it in that desert sage ♪

♪ Like a message in a bottle
floating down the open plains ♪

♪ Where the llano estacado
rises up to meet the sky ♪

♪ I ain't crying,
that's West Texas in my eye ♪

♪ I ain't crying,
that's West Texas in my eye ♪

- Well, you don't ride too good.

But you don't complain
about it neither.

I'll catch you
a better stick tomorrow.

- Thanks.

- You need to learn to rope.

Rope's the only tool we got.

God.

Fuck.

- Ha-ha! There you go.

Yeah.

- Hey, show me the houlihan.

- Let's worry about
the basics first.

- I didn't say "teach me."
I just wanna see it.

- Oh, all right.

That's so cool.

- All right, you head it,
I'll heel it.

- All right.
- All right.

Yeah!

Thank you, Las Vegas!
-

- Which rodeo
was your favorite?

- Oh, Calgary, Alberta, maybe.

It's sure one pretty
son of a bitch.

Just wish they wasn't in Canada.

- Why's that?

- Ten straight days of
people being that nice to me

had me craving that
rodeo in Fort Worth, Texas.

Tell you something,
Fort Worth,

you just think the word "fight"
and a fight'll find you.

- So how come you're
out here with me

and not in the bunkhouse?

- No room for outcasts
like us in the bunkhouse.

- I'm not an outcast.

- Then why you sleeping
in the barn?

- I told her I was sorry.

- Seems like she didn't like
the way you said it.

If I was you I'd find a way
to say it different.

seems to me they don't like
the way you said it either.

- I didn't say sorry.

It's getting late.

See you tomorrow.

- Two to go.
- I'm going four.

- So much for keeping it--
- You better watch it, boys.

- Anyone named after a city...
- Come on, who's up?

- Is a crooked fucking
card player, if you ask me.

- Hey, keep your comments
to yourself or get in the game.

- Hell, you know I work too hard
for my money.

- I gotta jump
in here real quick,

YOU work hard?
Did you hear what that man said?

- I don't know nothing about
him working hard,

I'm usually too
hard working to notice so.

- Dude, y'all fucking
kidding me?

Y'all wouldn't know hard work
if it crawled up your leg

sucked on your fucking pecker.

- There's Teeter talk.

- You gonna let your
girlfriend talk to me like that?

- Don't even start,
don't even start

- Teeter, it's official.
Isn't it?

- I don't know.
He don't like labels.

- Do you guys have a song?

Walker, now you can work for
your money. They need a song.

- Oh, yeah, I've got...
Mm-hmm. They do.

Take it easy mama, won't
you lay your head down?

- I ain't your
fucking mama, baby.

Woo!

- All's I can say is I'm feelin'
a big-ass shit show coming on.

- ♪ Come down around here
with your smile ♪

That works.

♪ Take it easy, mama ♪

- It's on you.
- What?

- ♪ Take it easy mama ♪

♪ Lay your head down ♪

♪ Hold on to my lovin' ♪

♪ We're both gonna need it now ♪

- Just play the game.
- Come on.

- I didn't run out of money.

- I got me a song,
I got me some money.

- ♪ You're alone ♪

- Alone?

Where have you been alone?

- Hey!
Hey, God damn it, no fighting.

No fighting, that's the rule.

- I ain't fighting.
I'm smashing a fucking guitar.

- You're a fucking asshole.

- You're done smashing it.

- I've known you since you was
eighteen years old.

You only known him a year.

And you think you know
what he is?

- He don't fucking know me
any more than you do.

But I fucking know you.

I seen a thousand
of you in prison.

Thinking you're
some kind of bully

'til a bigger bully
comes along.

We all know how that ends.

With you on your
fucking knees, bitch.

Oh, fuck!

- Come on!
- What the fuck, Lloyd?

- I got him, I got him.

- All right, man,
just sit there.

- Where's that kit?

- What do I do,
just pull it out?

- No, no, no,
fuck, dude, don't.

It's too close to
the God damn heart or an artery.

- Turn him over.

- Dude let me call the vet.

- Fuck the fucking vet.
Call the fucking doctor.

- We're not calling any doctor!

- So then now what?
- Get my car, bring it out front.

- Where the hell are you going?

- Fuck this place.

- Mia!

- When are you gonna take
me on that ride?

- This whole riding thing
has got me nervous.

What're you up to?

Shit.

- You don't have
to worry, baby.

I'll get you a gentle horse.

- Oh, yeah?
- Mm-hmm.

- We're looking for something

but you won't tell me what.

What is it?

- The place where you
make me your wife.

- What kind of place
you looking for?

- Somewhere fresh.

Not a barn...

or a swimming hole...

or the river.

Those places are polluted with
a thousand fucking memories.

I want a place with no memories.

- You know?
- Yeah.

A place where nothing happened
until we happened.

- I know that place.

- You do?

- Mm-hmm.

- Take me there.

- I will. Tomorrow.

- What is that?

- I want you to stay here.
Don't move.

What the fuck did he do?

- It looks like
the blade entered

just beneath the clavicle--

- Yeah, I'm aware of
where it fucking entered, Doc.

- Went in just above the lung.

Didn't penetrate an artery.
You're lucky.

Sterilize the site
and prepare an 0.4 suture.

It looks like the tissue
has adhered to the blade.

When we remove it, there will
be considerable bleeding

and considerable discomfort.

I don't have anything
to give you for the pain.

- What about some Banamine ?

- We don't know the long term
effects of Banamine on a person.

- Do I look like I'm gonna
live to be fucking seventy?

Just give me some Banamine.

- Three ccs.

- Three ccs? I drink more than
that for a fucking hangover.

Fill that son of a bitch up.

Shoot some in my mouth
put some in my fucking arm.

Please.

- Six.

- Gonna taste like shit and burn
like hell right there.

- Get that fucking thing
out of me.

- Ready with the gauze?
- I'm ready.

- Fuck! Shit! Fuck!

- Feels like
the blade hit the bone.

- Not according to the X-Rays.

- Just pull it out!
- Get it out of him!

- I need to check
the x-ray again.

- Someone pull this
fucking thing out of me!

- Whoa!
- Fucking barrel racers.

- You said pull it, baby.

- Forceps and sutures.

- Are you okay?
- Put some pressure on that.

- Are you okay?
- Just another Monday.

- What the hell
was Lloyd thinking?

- Let's pretend it's Walker
sitting over there,

what would you do then?

- You know what I'd do, sir.

- If Walker's such a problem,
what's he still doing here?

- You've enforced the rules
of this ranch

for thirty years, Lloyd.

For you to be the one
to break them...

What do you think that says
to everybody else?

This is your last chance.

But if you blow it, Lloyd...

You understand?

- Yes, sir.

- Get the cuffs off him.

God.

No more girls
in the bunkhouse.

- What about Teeter?

She's a good hand.
She hasn't been any trouble.

- All of them.
All of them.

Lloyd and Walker go
in the round pen

until all
the fight's out of them.

And I mean every inch.

Rip...

I want you to make an example
out of the last man standing.

- Yes, sir.

Ryan, get him out of here.

- What was that about?

- Just cowboy shit, baby.

- What are you doing?

- I'm reading.

- Why are you up?

- Can't sleep.

- Why can't you sleep?

- Because I'm thinking about

your little bitch
in the tank top.

- Oh, she's mine, is she?

- Is she?

- You're mine.

- I could kill you.

- Come to the bunkhouse.
Both of you.

Let's go.

Everybody in here.

Where's Mia at?
Mia!

- She left.

- Mm-hmm.

This here is for you.

Give that to her
when you see her.

Teeter, pack your shit up.

You both are gone.

- Hey, what the fuck did I do?

- It ain't my decision.

The rest of you all
can come with me. Let's go.

Lloyd. Walker.

This shit ends here.
All of it.

- I got no reason to fight.

- Now you got no reason, Walker?

- Hell, you fired
my only reason.

- You're gonna stand in that
fucking round pen all day

every day until
this shit is behind you.

- All right,
here's your chance.

I know how much you like it when
I got my back turned to you.

- Let's dance, prick.

- Boy.
Get over here.

The only painless way to learn
this lesson is to watch it.

You ain't done.

- Ah! Fuck!

Ah! Fuck!

Get up.

You ain't done.

Get up. Or I'm gonna come
in there with you.

- Your nine o'clock
is in the conference room.

- What's my nine o'clock?

- Head of Operations
for Market Equities.

- Oh.

Fucking shit.

What the fuck
are you doing here?

- My job.

- You're Market Equity's
head of operations?

How did you manage that?

- I don't know, Jamie.

I think the stars
just aligned.

You ever hear the saying

wherever something good
is trying to happen,

something bad is
trying to stop it?

- I've heard it.

- I'm something bad.

- You're going to ruin
everything, aren't you?

- Everything,
you miserable motherfucker.

- Oh, I don't think we need
prisons in this country.

Criminals should just
be sentenced to moving.

- You name him yet, buddy?

- I just been calling him dog.

- Dog works.

- Can't call him dog forever.

You want to be called person?

Good job.

Come on, Dog. Go get 'em.

What are those mountains called?

- Those are the Pryors.

- That ain't it.

- Well, no rush, buddy.

You got all the time
in the world.

- Come here, come on.
Come on. Go get 'em!

Go get 'em!

- I like it here.

- Yeah, I do, too.

Feels like...

- Home.

- Thank God.

- Fucking fucking fuck!

- Boy, these two really
don't like each other.

Walker's been done
for an hour.

Lloyd's got no quit in him.

- I'll finish it.

He's your friend, Rip.

I can't ask you to do that.

- They'll hate you, sir.
They'll hate you for doing it.

It's my job.
I'll do it.

I love you.

This is for your
protection, Lloyd.

Understand me?

This is to protect you
from yourself.

- Ah!
Oh, fuck!

- So, we understand each other?

- Yes sir.

- Yes sir.

- Fuck.

Fucking Goddamnit.

- I know what I want
to be when I grow up.

- What's that, kid?

- Him.

I want to be him.