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Mama!

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

That way we can
always visit him.

- 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.

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?

We gotta get these
collars off and keep moving.

You don't tell a soul.

- That's my ranch down there.

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

- I'm licensed to spray it.

Hello? Hey!

- Fan out wide from here.

- Whoa.

- 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.

- The wolves you released
ain't even the ones

that used to be here.

You brought them in
from fucking Canada.

- 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.

We do not
have a single confirmed

livestock kill by wolves.

- 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.

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.

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.

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.

- 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.

- 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.

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.

- 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.

God damn it.

- 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.

- 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.

- I think he likes me.

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.

- 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.

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?

Won't have to.

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

- 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.

I need to ask a favor.

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.

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.

You gotta let her do it.

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.

- Would you bring
me some coffee?

No, just one cup.

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.

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.

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?

- Went well?
- I think so.

Good job, by the way.

You play outraged very well.

Thank you.

- 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.

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.

- 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...

And Rainwater himself.

- I'll drive around back.

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.

- 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.

Now you're thinking.

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

Let's take the chopper.

- Yeah.
- Yeah.

Mountain air suits you, Beth.

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.

- Why not?

- 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?

Sure thing.

- You don't waste time, do you?

- Never.

Robert.

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

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.

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

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...

- Go away.

- 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.

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

- 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.
- 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.

That's what
mama used to say.

- 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.

- 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.

- 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.

- 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.

- 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.

- Give us another
round, will you?

- Sure thing.

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

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.

- 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.

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.

Fucking bitch!

- Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!

Fucking hands off me!

- Hey! Hey! Hey! Take it easy.

- 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.

- 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.

Next time on Yellowstone...

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.