BLUE BOX CAR
Kayce?
-Kayce! -Honey, get to the barracks.
-Now! Run there now! - Tate?
-Mom, what happened? - Turn around.
-Down! Stay down! -OMG!
- Rip? Gather everyone at the ranch. - Your father has been shot. Everywhere!
Look for a blue box van which heads north on road 540.
-How injured is he? - I'm an hour away from the hospital.
Send me where you are, then send I the ambulance helicopter.
We can take Hemet's pasture at 89. Tell the helicopter I'm there.
We are looking for a blue box van which heads north on 540.
Fix ambulance helicopter to Hemet's pastures. Now!
You must stay here. - You are coming with me.
Can I have one like that?
I need fire too.
Tate?!
Damn! Come on.
We have to get out of here.
- There was a man in the house! -Come to the barracks.
-What is going on? -I do not know.
Come on, Tate.
Damn!
We head east towards 540.
Send all the cars you have there!
Where the hell are you hiding?
There we have you. - Third car, blue box van!
Kayce, you can't do this here, there are too many civilians.
Kayce, there are too many people here!
Kayce, Red Honda! Hold the position!
Kayce, down!
Kayce?
A police officer is injured! More gunshot wounds!
-Mr Wheeler, we're getting close. - I see you. I come.
John, you must not die now.
Not like that. Do you hear me?! Damn!
Walk behind me.
Jimmy?
No no no!
OMG! No.
Two people guard the house.
- How is Ethan? - Teeter took him to the vet.
-Where are all the bodies? -In the car.
Get rid of them, Lloyd.
What is burning?
Sorry Rip, I couldn't bear to tell you.
Come on!
YELLOWSTONE DUTTON RANCH MARCH, 1893
Indians. Why aren't they in the reserve?
Do you find home?
Okay. Stay here.
-What shall we do? -As he said, we will stay here.
-What do they want? -Do not know.
But one of them can speak English.
- Do you trust them? - I don't trust anyone, boy.
Before they've earned it. Stay close to me.
-Is this your country now? -That is right.
It was ours before.
- It wasn't me who took it. - But it was still taken.
Are you here to take it back?
I would like to ask a favor.
Fire away.
My father was born here.
He will rest here.
So you want to bury him here?
I wanted to put him in the tree.
The wolves don't dig him up there and he does not lie in the mud until spring.
And relatives can come and visit him.
He could have found peace in that tree.
A long time ago.
But now there is no peace anymore.
Maybe you sell the land, or the bank will take it.
Then someone finds the tree-
-spreads his legs and offends his memory.
Then he gets no rest. Ever.
So...
I bury him here, if I may.
You will get that. Where will you bury him?
A place where no one can find him. Neither do you.
It is a long way to the reserve.
Eight nights.
- The horses look hungry. - They are.
You also seem to be hungry.
I'm used to being hungry.
Yes... It has been a severe winter.
All winters are severe. This... This one was a punishment.
Their horses can graze here while choosing a burial site.
We leave an animal behind, so your family can graze too.
Thanks.
Guys, we're driving the animals away. Select a young bull for them.
I am sorry that you are being punished.
- We apologize for that too. -Come on.
Come now!
Come on guys.
Someone has disconnected the cord. Nobody is there.
OMG!
-What... What day is it? -Thursday.
-Month? -August.
- You have to lie down. - Code 3.
-What is code 3? -You. You must go to bed.
Dad.
What happened to you?
The same thing happened to you.
-Has it happened to anyone else? -All together.
-Mr Dutton, you must go to bed. -Who have we lost?
-Define "lose". -Whose!?
Then you will be allowed to sit here. Give me your right hand.
This should go back in.
-Count backwards from 100. Okay? -Wait, what? What is this? No!
What is this? When he finally wakes up are you drugging him again?!
A blood clot can dislodge and get to his heart.
Let me do my job! - Keep her out here.
What happened to your face?
What happened to your you insensitive little shit?
- Nothing has happened to mine. -Not? Find a mirror.
Dad is dying.
Mine too.
-What is yours dying of? -Heroin.
What's killing yours?
2000.century.
Do you mean "the time" then?
- Yes, something like that. -How does time kill?
As for my family works the tactic that is "rubb and stump".
-I do not know what that means. -You have to study harder.
I have dropped out of school.
Why?
Just because... Who cares?
It's a winning concept.
You know what they say: People are needed who dig ditches too.
Can I have one?
THANK YOU FOR NOT SMOKING
-You are cool. -Honestly so...
...will you be inside in a few years, one cigarettes do neither from nor to.
-Why do you say that? - Everything is chaos and it doesn't bother you.
You have never admired anyone.
No one has been a good role model. And you're a lazy bastard, aren't you?
But you are handsome and charming so you get away with a lot.
But one fine day something happens you can't talk your way out of.
Are you a therapist?
I am the rock therapists turn to apart and together towards.
You're pretty good at it.
You are easy to analyze. I loved boys like you at school.
All blue-eyed losers, I'm sorry until the jeans broke.
What does dry juke mean?
-How old are you? -14.
Give me the cigarette! What the hell?!
Oh my god, I thought you were 17. - You must come in now.
-Am I going to get busted? - No, then.
Are you a friend of the family?
- I probably am now. - Come along too.
- Damn. -Yes.
These vertical lines reads the brain's electrical impulses.
When they flatten out like this, it indicates...
Say it straight.
There is no brain activity. The machines keep him alive.
What does that mean?
- That suggests... - That means he's dead, friend.
- Can he get some time to say goodbye? -According to the rules...
No, not today! Get out of here! Get out of here so he can say goodbye!
I do not know what to say.
Say what you feel.
That is what one should say.
Fuck you!
Damn you for leaving me here.
Without anything or anyone.
If hell exists, you are there.
See you when I get there.
You bastard!
It was a good speech.
- I like your style. - I have no style.
Yes, then.
Come on...
-Come on! - Blackjack.
Come to the cardboard box!
- There you get it. - Storkar...
You're welcome.
You... You?!
You get tips every time I win, you can at least say thank you.
-Thanks. -You're welcome.
Ungrateful bastards. You get the casino, education and free doctor.
-What do you want? -Well, what could it be?
Maybe our earth? Can you fix it, "waçsíçcu"?
-What does that mean? - It's not a compliment.
Damn people. You take and take and take.
I have done more to give you their land back than anyone else.
-John Dutton has our land. -And where is he? He awaits death.
You're welcome.
- Are you saying you shot Dutton? - I planned the party.
I introduce people to each other, then they do what they want.
And they wanted to clean their land. Do you want it back?
stop yelling, deal the cards and go grab the land!
Beer girl!
Excuse me, can we talk to you for a bit?
Speak up.
You don't talk. Talk, dammit!
Sorry for the interruption.
-Who is it? - Chester Spears.
He was kicked out of the army in 2006 due to bad behavior.
He was imprisoned for three years for robbery and five years for aggravated assault.
He has been arrested for various frauds...
-...and has two drunk driving convictions. -A white, hopeless man.
-Why am I here? - He knows who fixed Dutton.
- He bragged that he was behind everything. -"Was behind everything"?
Ask if he knows who killed Kennedy. He probably planned it too.
- He's a drug addict, Mo. - People like that don't bet that kind of money.
They cannot afford to lose.
-Didn't he win that? - This is his gain.
Try to get him to divorce fantasy from reality.
How much should we push him?
What was done to Dutton, has not been done-
-since they did it to us.
We need to know who is trying to take his land-
- because we are waiting for a turn. Nobody wants that.
But I won't give up our traditions.
Do as we did before.
Do as our ancestors did.
Bastards, I'm going to kill you! I know what you look like!
-You can't do this! - You have done that to us for 500 years.
Kill me then. Kill me then you guys can rot in a jail cell-
- until they spray bleach into their arms-
- and you piss yourselves on the road to hell!
My mother was murdered by two whites men when she ran out of gas.
I sat in the highchair for three days before someone found me.
I have always lived in hell.
Wait, what are you guys doing?
Can we talk about it?
So you were the party planner? Tell about the party you planned for Dutton.
I am hurt.
Now you are injured.
Tell about the party. Who would that you should plan it?
- If I tell, I'll die. - You do that anyway.
Now it's just about how it should be done.
I don't want to die, I don't want to die!
Do you have children?
Do you love them?
You and I are at war with each other. When you die, I make war on your family.
Stop thinking about yourself, think about your family.
And tell something that can save them.
Lloyd?
Take Jake and Ethan with you and go to Pasture 9. Move the heifers.
-Three people? And then you take seven? - The boss is coming home. People are needed here.
Do not spread it further.
Jake, Ethan, come with me.
Okay, come on. Colby, Teeter, Walker, come!
You're welcome.
I can... I can do it myself.
You didn't think I would survive, what?
- I never doubted. -Liar.
Everyone else doubted, not me.
-I can... - You have to lie down.
I know how to do it.
How is everything going on the ranch?
We'll talk about it when we get there.
Good! Then we try with the other side.
Stop.
Back.
Very good! It's almost time for a massage.
And a bathroom.
What happened to him?
It's on the list we have to talk about.
- List? - It's a long list. Come now.
Is this all because of us?
- See you at home. -Smart, avoid the shit cart.
Can we turn off the lights? You. You?
Cars on the way!
One two Three!
I can go from here.
-But the hell? - Wheels down.
I didn't get shot in the legs, dammit!
- Okay. -What are you going to do now?
Two, three!
-Lie down. - This is a hell of a lot more dangerous than walking.
-No. No! -Dad...
This was the requirement for that you would be allowed to come home.
I'm home now, their demands don't matter.
-Take this shit away! - You must receive equal care at home.
Beth, get the shit out.
God, no. I can do it.
- He'll manage. - Does everything feel good?
Then you get to take him. Have fun.
My name is Maggie, I will take care of you.
If you need something, that's it to press the small button.
Okay. Lunch in a few hours and then we bathe you. Does that sound good?
Get some rest now.
Please.
Mr. Dutton! No no no! Go back to your room.
Maggie...
You are fired.
You should stay in the cabin until I do have control over the situation.
We have moved into the chairman's house.
Good. The cabin is too far away.
The cabin is gone, Dad.
They killed it too.
What...
What more?
What else did they kill?
Your home.
I want to end the day on a positive note.
We'll talk losses tomorrow.
What are you chasing?
Everything that chases us.
No one tells me anything.
No one says what happened.
They will not make you sad.
They attacked everyone.
But we beat them.
All together?
All they sent out.
You haven't had anyone before you got the one who planned everything.
We don't know who planned it all.
We will find out.
Why does it feel like that the whole ranch burns?
- It's a bushfire. -Why do we burn bushes?
It is not us who do it.
Smart bird.
It is not an annexation, and it is also at the state level now.
I would wait until it's done built. Why complicate it?
Roarke, I have to call you back.
Show her in.
Can I be alone with my brother?
So, we had to clean the room yours for dad's hospital stuff.
And I found... It's so cute. It reminded me of when you were young.
But damn it!
It wasn't that one. It was this one!
- Look me in the eyes... - I will see to it that you are arrested!
I have been waiting for two months on this here.
For two months I bargained with God for him to survive.
And you know what?
He survived.
Maybe you wanted to know, since you never visited him.
- You never called! - I called every day, but not you.
It was you, huh?
I who did what?
I'll tell you something.
It's for my sake, not yours.
I want you to think about it…
...and not being able to sleep, and worrying.
I intend to kill you.
And I will not delegate it, as you do, you bloody coward!
I'll do it myself.
-Do you think I...? -I'll kill you-
-for what you did to my family. -Think about what you say.
- You are threatening an official. - I threaten the whole damn state!
It is not easy to work here.
I want to apologize. And thank you.
I'm sorry you got into trouble because someone wanted to hurt me.
It is not included in the job. I'm sorry...
I'm sorry for that you had to go through it.
Now I want to thank you. I mean it.
From the bottom of my heart.
Thanks for fighting back.
Thank you for your protection the ranch and my family.
I won't forget it.
But now...
...you don't need to worry about fighting.
Shoot the animals, so…
...then I'll be responsible for the fights.
Jeez, you guys probably need some beer.
Wow!
Are you really allowed to drink?
I have realized that the only thing who can kill me is myself.
Is anyone hungry to lose a week's salary for the boss?
- Then we get started. -You're welcome.
Can someone explain how has it become so?
Yes, that... It is a constant development.
If you see it. For some advanced words coming out of Jake's mouth.
-Are we playing Texas hold'em? -Everything you lose works.
When we play there is a lot of foul language. So don't take it to heart.
Do you think you can insult me? You are welcome to try.
I will.
Okay. We play Texas hold'em.
-Three, six, king. - Go ahead.
This feels good.
- Where is the toilet? -In the hallway and to the right.
I'll go first. Order me a beer.
Women!
Pardon?
I said "women".
What's wrong with us?
Life is all about perspective and you lack it.
- I don't know what you're talking about. -That your husband asks you to buy beer...
...and forces you to hold tight while he powders his nose.
When it should have been the opposite.
Why...should it be the other way around?
Because you have the whole muse and half of the money.
Therefore.
I've never thought of it that way.
It gives perspective.
where is your husband
He sits on our front porch and waiting for me.
Why aren't you there?
Because I'm in a bad mood.
I don't like taking it home.
where's my beer
Order your damn beer yourself! And buy me a skinny margarita.
Oh, that cheered me up.
Can't you sleep long today?
Not today, honey.
Are you saying no to me?
I have to fix something.
Yes you must.
It goes faster if you take me right away-
-instead of arguing.
Honey, you don't know what I have to do.
Something bad?
Yes.
Something terrible.
Another reason for sex…
Excuse me?
-Is this yours? -What?
- It was up here. - It's not mine.
Not yours, you say? Secure?
I said it wasn't mine. What is it with you?
It's a gift from Yellowstone!
Now there is not much time left.
Good to let you go.
IN MEMORY OF: ALAN ROBERT MURRAY, MILT BRADFORD
Translation: Nina Maria Eidheim VSI