All language subtitles for Yellowstone - 5x14 - Life Is a Promise.WEB.AMZN.en

♪ MTV ♪

Did I see Jake's

on Instagram now?
Did you see that?

I don't know how he's gonna
manage both of his followers.

- I'm one of them.
- Hey, I followed you.

And you? Yeah,
three, I got three.

That-That's what you're gonna

do now, you're gonna
be an influencer?

Go to a truck stop and
say, "I'll post from here

if you'll give me
some free nachos"?

- Extra cheese.
- Free nachos!

Hey, do you remember...
do you remember Stacy's?

Remember that old saloon?

There's a... there's a saloon

- Do I remember Stacy's?
- In Gateway.

And back in its day,
it was pretty wild.

In the men's bathroom,
there's a hole

in the drywall above the urinal.

And the staff put a
sign there that says,

"Customer looked
down and saw the size

of his penis and put his
head through the wall

out of fucking despair."

That's how... that's how rank

this place is. So, we're...

we're outside, and
there's this old boy,

and he's very drunk.

And he sees us,

and he throws his keys

as hard as he can,
hits Rip in the chest.

He says, "Where's
my fucking truck?!"

Like he's a valet. Like
he know... like he knows

where the fucking truck is.

- You remember this?
- Shit, yeah. How could I forget?

And Rip looks at him and says,

"Son, you would think

there were ten of me."

And he-he was drunk,

but he wasn't stupid,
so he grabs his keys

and off he goes. We hop
in our truck and leave.

Ryan looks at him and
just goes, "Rip, where did

you hear that? That's the
funniest thing I ever heard."

And Rip says, "Yeah,

it wasn't funny first
time I heard it."

Trust me, it wasn't.

I can't ever get you

to a bar. But you've been to
every bar in the fucking state

- with this son of a bitch.
- Hold on... hold on a second.

I've taken you to two
bars, and I'm O for two

getting your ass home.
Don't start with me, now.

Jimmy, let's go.

- We got to get on the road.
- You're riding back

- with us?
- Fuck no, I'm not riding back

with you. I'm driving
to the airport

and I'm gonna get out and you're
gonna drive to fucking Texas.

- Let's go.
- Yes, sir.

Might be heading
your way soon, amigo.

Yeah, you found an outfit?

Yeah, it's called
my Capri Camper.

- Mm-hmm.
- He's gonna babysit me

on the rodeo
circuit. Tough job.

Somebody's got to do it.

You need anything, you holler,

- all right?
- Thanks, bud.

Travis, thank you.

My pleasure. Boy, those legs

do go all the way to
the ground, don't they?

Get the fuck out
of here, will you?

Travis?

Well, if you're looking for,
like, loper or turnback help,

I, uh...

I could use the work.

Yeah? Why's that?
What's wrong with here?

Too many memories.

Well, I can ride.
You know I can.

Yeah. Yeah, no,
I've seen you ride.

Let me tell you what,

why don't you ask Jimmy

what working for me is like,

so you know what you're
getting into, all right?

What's working for
that asshole like?

It's a hell that has
to be experienced

to be fully comprehended.

Well, is he fair?

I mean, he's not gonna chew
your ass for no reason,

but he... he's really
good at finding reasons.

That's fair.

I love him. Jimmy's so happy
to see me every weekend,

it's like a new
puppy every Saturday.

Jimmy, let's go! Fuck!

- That's disgusting.
- I like it.

Any time.

- There's no rush whatsoever.
- Yep, yep.

We're just... we're
on your timeline.

Disconnect your phone.
I don't want to listen

to yacht rock for an hour.

I'll be there in a week.

All right.

Now go buy an audiobook

and learn how to
speak fucking English,

'cause I don't talk hillbilly,

and I ain't trying
to fucking learn. Go.

See you in a week.

- Yes, sir.
- Seat belts, Emily.

Not you, Jimmy. No one
gives a shit if you live.

Tried to warn you, Teeter.

♪ Wistful music

Five hundred, let's do it.

I've never even seen $500.

Come on. Give me a break.

- What you want to do with that?
- Come on. Come on.

- You like it?
- Come on.

- Ooh, bad luck for me.
- Ooh, look there,

- buddy.
- All right, Teeter.

Looks like I'm headed to Texas.

Yeah?

What about you?

I'm gonna stop wasting time.

Well, that ain't a direction.

Yeah, it is.

Hey, baby, take a shower.
You smell like a hyena.

How do you know what
a hyena smells like?

I don't, but I assume.

And I assume they
smell like you.

What are you doing?

- I want to show you something.
- Mm.

So, I'm not the expert,

but...

around 600 pairs,

irrigated hay meadows,

little house, big barn.

How many acres?

Seven thousand deeded,
another 20 in a BLM lease.

You could use that
for yearlings, right?

Mm-hmm. Where is it?

- 40 miles west of Dillon.
- Mm-hmm.

Over two hours from an airport.

Not a fucking ski
resort in sight.

Hm.

You think you could
make a living here?

Uh, I mean, you're not gonna

get rich, but you
can pay the bills.

Well, you let me worry
about the rich part.

It's far from town, honey.

I hate town.

And far from a bar.

You'll build me a bar.

Mm-hmm. That I can do.

Well, what do you think?

I mean, look, it's, uh,

it's good country,
all old ranches.

And ain't nobody from the city

gonna want to put up
with them winters.

So you could make
something like this work?

Yeah, I could make
something like this work.

Well, that's a relief. I
bought it this morning.

Whoa, whoa, you did what?

Who's gonna run
this place, Beth?

I'll explain that tomorrow.

Fuck it.

Hello?

♪ Somber music

Morning, baby.

What happened?

Funeral home
called. He's ready.

Okay.

Can I help you with the service?

No service.

Just Kayce and...

you and the cowboys.

Gonna need a preacher

or the first thing
my father will do

in his grave is roll over in it.

Well, when do you want to do it?

How fast can you dig a hole?

I mean, we still have the
excavator, but, I mean,

give me a couple hours.
You just tell me where.

Beside my mother.

You know which one that is?

Yeah, I know which one.

Lynelle?

We're doing it today.

Remind me not to go a month
without seeing you again.

Goddamn.

I have horses to ride today.

Hey, little ears.

- Where?
- Mine.

- Oh, my God.
- You know what they say

about guys with little
ears, don't you, Ryan?

Oh, really? Is that
what they say, Lloyd?

Well, you must have
to tuck your pecker

in your boot. Judging
by the size of those

mud flaps stuck on your head,

I'm surprised the wind doesn't
blow you off your horse

like a fucking kite.

Get out of here.

I got to take this one with me.

Y'all want to come take a seat?

Does everyone know
where they're going?

Ethan and I hired on
down to the N Bar.

Well, that's a good outfit.
Teeter, how about you?

Uh, Travis hired me.

Shit. God help you.

Ryan?

Think I'm just gonna
wander for a bit.

Wandering don't pay so good.

- Here you go.
- Thank you.

Yeah.

Thank you, sir.

- Jake.
- Thank you, sir.

- Teeter.
- Thank you.

- Walker.
- Thank you.

Yeah.

I just got a favor to ask.

What do you need?

Get ready and meet me outside.

How far over do you
think we should put him?

Well, let's put him
as close as we can.

And let's pile all
the dirt on this side.

Last night went smooth?

They'll never be
able to find them.

And if they do, they'll
never be able to get them.

You think that'll stop them?

I think it'll anger them.

Then they'll make
a lot of noise.

Then people will start
paying attention.

Then we start making noise.

Monica.

I must say,

your husband has me curious.

You and me both.

Not even the wife knows?

Not even the wife.

Should I stay inside?

Affects you, too, buddy.

Affects all of us.

- Kayce.
- Morning.

Y'all want to sit on the porch?

We'll sit wherever you tell us.

We call this East Camp.

Doesn't connect with the ranch,
except through the BLM lease.

When the wolves push in,
we'd lose 40 calves a spring.

You couldn't hunt
them back then, so...

East Camp's not big enough to
run a whole outfit over here,

and it's too big for
one man to cover,

so my grandfather shut it down.

But it's big enough for us.

I can make a living here.

Get out from under the
weight of this thing.

My family can't afford

the inheritance
tax on the ranch.

I wouldn't think so.

You can't afford to buy it.

I wish I could, Kayce.

Only corporations have the
money to buy your land.

And then it is land no more.

Subdivisions, shopping
centers and condos,

airports and ski resorts.

Everything they flee they will

recreate on your land.

I know.

My vision told me of two paths.

On one, my family.

On the other, the ranch.

I could only save one.

I used to think that meant
that one couldn't be saved.

Then I realized it only meant
that I couldn't save it.

But you can.

When my ancestors came here,
land sold for $1.25 an acre,

back when it was your land.

Even though you didn't sell it,

that's what it sold
for when they took it.

And that's the
price I offer you.

Under two conditions:

East Camp I keep for my family.

And you can never
develop the Yellowstone

and you can never sell it.

We can't sell our land, Kayce.

We have laws that forbid it.

Is your sister okay with this?

She's okay with it.

I made a promise to
your father once...

that I would one
day have this land.

And I would return it to
the state that man found it.

I would remove any evidence
that he had been here.

I'm sure he took it as a threat.

And at the time,
that's how I meant it.

But your people are
buried in that land

and so are mine.

It is sacred.

And that's how we will treat it.

That's all I ask.

This knife

wears my blood.

This knife wears mine.

We are brothers now.

To each other

and to the land.

I will deed this East
Camp back to you.

So your family
forever has a home.

We're free now.

Yeah?

You gonna need another shower.

- We all are.
- Y'all can go

get cleaned up.

Look at that.

I ain't the biggest
believer in signs.

- But I'll take that one.
- Mm.

Yeah, me too.

Beth bought a ranch
outside of Dillon.

A big hole.

- Yeah.
- You won't forget the winter.

Mm. No.

Mosquitoes the size of
sparrows in the summer.

True enough.

Ought to keep them fucking
Californians away, though.

Yeah.

So, have you figured out
what you're gonna do?

I think we got a room for
an old, busted-up cowboy.

I want to pull that loose string

- out of West Yellowstone.
- Mm.

See if I can talk some
sense into these city folks.

Good luck.

If I can't cowboy here...

just rather not do it at all.

Well, brother, if
you change your mind,

our door is always open.

Thank you.

Yep.

Anything else to do around here?

Soon as we fill this hole,

we're done.

As both the state of
Montana and my family

reel from the loss
of our governor

and my father,

our suffering is compounded
with new evidence

that indicates foul play

in the death of John Dutton.

Furthermore, an attorney
for the development group

tasked with ushering Paradise
Valley into the 21st century

was found murdered
in broad daylight.

While no physical evidence

connecting these events exists,

empirical evidence
screams a connection.

My father's death is
more than just a murder.

It's the outright defiance
of the rule of law.

My father's murder

was not just the
murder of a man.

It was the murder
of Montanans' right

to choose their representatives

and for those representatives

to freely execute the
will of the people.

John Dutton's murder

is an attack on your liberty,

a murder of your freedom.

As the highest-ranking law
enforcement agent in the state,

it is my sworn duty

to seek justice on your behalf,

to wrest from the
unjust your liberty

and to return to
you your freedom.

I can get everybody
to come up here.

We can walk down together.

In these fucking shoes?
Are you kidding me?

I'll drive down.

Walking down is tradition, Beth.

Your family's been
doing it for 120 years.

And how do we gain
from that tradition?

I do not need ceremony

to highlight the
magnitude of this moment.

I am well aware.

Hey, so we're just
gonna come to you.

Yeah.

Everyone's ready when you are.

She seems pretty mad.

Some people deal with
death differently.

She has a right to
be mad on this one.

Let's go.

Guess when she said she'll
drive, she meant just her.

I guess so.

Come on.

I was there when you called.

I hope you don't mind.

You're his protector now.

Why would I mind?

Appears he said yes?

He said yes.

To everything.

Where is he?

Barn.

♪ Mournful music

He'd have liked that.

You made me promise...

not to sell an inch.

And I hope that you understand
that this is me keeping it.

There may not be cows on it,

but there won't
be condos either.

We won.

Breaks my heart...

that I had to lose you to do it.

Gonna let you rest now, Daddy.

You go be with Mama.

I'm ready.

Beth.

You okay?

No.

Do you just want
to watch from here?

I don't want to watch at all.

Almighty God,

Father of all mercy...

Mrs. Dutton.

Lay this upon him
and say goodbye.

I think I'll say something else.

♪ Low, somber music

I will avenge you.

You have something you want
to say to him, you say it.

You don't have to
say it out loud.

You can say it in your heart.

I don't know what to say.

That's fine, too, buddy.

What did you say?

I said I forgive him.

Thank you.

Well, John, I, um...

I wore the tightest skirt
I could find in your honor.

You go easy on the
angels up there.

You will be missed...

and thought of often.

You and me.

I will protect this for you

and for all our relations.

How does this work?

Uh, well,

I-I believe the poles rotate

and you lower the
straps with that crank.

Uh...

We have people who will do that.

No, no, no. I'll do it.

Well, that's...

it's just symbolic,
uh, it's just in case

the family wants to lay the
first bit of earth down.

Well, it ain't symbolic today.
Today this shovel works.

Would you like me to stay?

No, I think we're
about prayed out.

If he ain't already in heaven,

then he ain't going
or there ain't one.

Hey, y-you missed the service.

I don't do funerals.

What's up, Gator?

- How we doing?
- Smells good.

Thank you. Thanks so much.

What will happen to them?

I don't have any idea, babe.

What's up, Gator?

What are you making?

Rib eyes, beans,

sourdough biscuits,
blueberry cobbler.

One of his favorites.

- Why not?
- There you go, ma'am.

- Thank you.
- Let's hop in the truck, buddy.

No, thanks, man...

- Kayce?
- Think we're gonna

head home, man.

Ain't you already home?

Nah, this ain't my home.

I'll see y'all around.

Goodbye, sir.

I don't even know what to say.

Thank you.

I want you to know I'll
take care of your daughter.

You have my word.

I'll try and love her the
same way that she loved you.

All right.

I'll see you around.

Where's she going?

Hell, I don't know.

Maybe she just needed
to take a drive.

That was a lot to swallow.

Now, with respect
to those attempting

to invent a false narrative

that involves me and Ms. Atwood
in a sexual relationship,

I would like to point out
that knowingly spreading

disinformation and
slandering a public official

with an intent of
tarnishing an investigation

is obstruction of justice,

and my office will be
treating it as such.

What we have lost...

is a governor with a vision

and a dedication to the people
of the great state of Montana.

And whether you shared
his vision is irrelevant.

Many didn't, myself included,

but we respected it.

And we respected the rule of law

and the will of the people
to execute that vision

if it was the will of the
people that it be executed.

What we will not lose,
what I refuse to surrender

to those who attack us

are the blind scales of justice

that measure the mettle
of our constitution

against the traitors
intent on destroying

the freedoms Montanans cherish.

Thank you very
much for your time.

No way. Mm-mm.

That better have a
full tank of fuel.

Git, git, git, git, git.

- Ethan.
- See you around, my friend.

- It's been a ride, hasn't it?
- Sure has.

I beat you out of this place.

- You did.
- Who would've thought?

- Who would've thought?
- Take care of yourself.

- No more holes in you.
- Yes, sir.

- Love you, big dog.
- Laramie.

How come barrel racers get
cremated when they die?

Why?

'Cause the ground is
never good enough.

Oh. All right, all right.

Be safe, young man.

He's been waiting for that one.

You suck at cards.

See you down the dusty trail.

That's where I'll be.

Get in. I know
where she's going.

Go.

Hey, baby.

I know where you're going.

Well, you're almost
an hour behind.

Better put the pedal
to the metal, honey.

No, I need you to
pull the car over.

- I can't do that.
- Beth,

pull over.

Pull over the fucking car!

You're worried about me,

so I'm gonna let
the yelling slide.

- Don't do it again.
- Beth, please.

There's got to be
another way, all right?

- We can come up with a plan.
- I have a plan.

You're a big part of it,
so speed up, would you?

How about if I call Kayce,

- see what he has to say?
- You keep Kayce out of this.

Rip, I gave him my word.

The last thing I will
ever say to my father

was making this promise.

I'm gonna keep it.

Fuck.

In a fiery speech,

Attorney General Dutton
addressed the circumstances

around his father's death,
as well as the death

of Sarah Atwood, which
appears to be connected.

Which the attorney general

seemed to acknowledge.

I think he agrees
and is energized

to seek answers and hold the
guilty parties accountable.

It was an excellent speech

and exactly what
Montanans needed to hear.

At a time when we find
ourselves without a leader,

a leader needs to
rise, and one did.

Sure did.

Yes.

Mm-hmm.

What did I say?

You know, it's hard for you

to understand the notion
of keeping a promise.

But when I make one...

I fucking keep it.

How do you think
this is gonna work?

Huh? This part of your plan?

You make it too easy.

Now I call the police,

and you go to prison
for attempted murder.

Then I'll bring
charges against you

for the murder of our
father and for Sarah.

And you will fucking take
every bit of it without a peep.

Or I will pull back the curtain
on everything our father did

and everything his father did
and his father before that.

You don't even
have to worry about

the inheritance tax
on the ranch anymore

because the class action
lawsuit's gonna take

every inch of that place.

And then you can sit back

and watch me turn it
into the most desirable

recreation
destination in America

from your 8x8 cell
in Deer Lodge.

We sold the ranch.

What?

Sold it.

The fuck you did.

Nobody can afford
that ranch, Beth!

Sold it for $1.25 an acre.

1.1 million

for the largest
ranch in Montana.

Why, why would you...?

Who?

The reservation.

What?

Your face.

All your dreams...

Jamie, all of your
fucking ambitions

just fucking gone.

Just like that.

You did what?

You did what?

You did what?!

What the fuck?!

You did what?!

You know what you're
about to become?

Another one of this
family's secrets.

Wait.

Look at me. Look at me.

That's it.

That's right.

I'm gonna be the last
thing you ever fucking see.

Hey, whoa, whoa. Hey, hey, hey.

Hey.

Sit, here, come here.

How bad are you hurt?

Bad.

I don't know how we're
gonna hide this one.

I'm gonna get you somewhere.

I just don't know
where yet, okay?

I don't need to hide anything.

It's part of the plan.

I don't see a plan here, Beth.

You will, baby. You will.

You're gonna get rid of
him. You know where, right?

What are you gonna do?

I'm gonna call 911.

You saved me again.

Love you.

What's this here?

That's the carveout for
the 5,000-acre parcel.

We don't control
the forest leases.

You'll have to work that out
with the Department of Forestry.

Best of luck with that.

They can have it.
We don't need it.

Where's the part that says
they can't build on it?

14A, next page.

The Yellowstone will be
declared a wilderness area.

Nothing can be built.

So no motorized
vehicles, no bicycles.

Can only be traversed on a horse

or your own two feet.

Congratulations.

You just made the
worst land deal

since my people sold Manhattan.

But look at Manhattan
and what it's become.

Then look at your ranch.

It'll never change.

Thank you for the sacrifice

and for saving it.

Think I need a minute.

Kayce.

♪ Mournful music

I'm free.

You've always been free.

This is closure.
This is forgiveness.

It's freedom, too.

Free from this.

There's a wolf.

He's digging for
his supper, I think.

They don't dig for supper.

That's foxes and coyotes.

What's he digging for, then?

A den. Building a home.

Guess he likes it here, too.

Great.

There goes my chicken coop.

You won't have any
problems with that wolf.

That one ain't real.

Then how can we see it?

Guess it's our vision, too, now.

I'm gonna put this O2
monitor on your finger.

- Okay?
- Mm-hmm.

There you go.

Jesus.

One hell of a beating.

She make a statement?

She came here after
their father's funeral,

which he chose not to attend.

Confronted him about it.

Accused him of involvement
in their father's death.

He started beating her.
Tried to fight him off.

Used pepper spray at one point.
Found the can over there.

He got her on her
back and punched her

until she was unconscious.

Woke up, he was gone.

Says she doesn't remember

the house being as
torn up as it is,

but she's pretty woozy.

Thanks.

Pretty bad beating?

I've had worse.

I'm sorry to hear that.

You, uh, accused your brother

of having involvement
in your father's death.

I sure did.

You said he lied during
his speech. How so?

He was sleeping
with that attorney.

I saw her here.

In this house, right there.

Naked as the day she was born.

If I were you,

I would be looking
for LLCs in her name.

And then...

I would be looking for
large wire transfers

to numbered offshore accounts.

That is how you will find the
people who killed my father.

Sarah Atwood is the
bitch that paid for it.

My brother is the piece
of shit that awarded it.

And I am evidence of
what he is willing to do

to prevent someone
from looking into it.

I need to get her on the road.

The right lung
presents punctured

and her extracranial
hematoma is grade three.

Is she concussed?

What do you think?

Pretty lucid for a concussion.

All right. Let's get her going.

A lot of practice, buddy.

I'm gonna need to speak
to you more about this.

I'm at your beck and call.

And if you have any
physical evidence

corroborating your claims,
I'd love to see it.

You think he did it, too?

When I spoke to the
attorney general,

he was not forthcoming.

He struck me as a man
with something to hide.

You just summed up
his entire life.

On my count. One, two, three.

I'll be in touch.

Let's go.

What do you want
to do with the car?

Not here. I want you
to stay close to me.

- Yeah.
- I don't need anybody

- running these plates.
- You got it.

In yet another bizarre
turn in the death

of Governor John Dutton,

Lewis and Clark County has filed

aggravated assault and
domestic violence charges

against Attorney
General Jamie Dutton,

whose vehicle was found by
authorities in Central Idaho.

Idaho State Police
state that the vehicle

was intentionally set on
fire in what appears to be

an attempt to destroy evidence.

Lewis and Clark
officials have not

ruled out additional charges,

and the state assembly
is meeting later today

to begin impeachment proceedings
against the attorney general.

- Here's your smoothie.
- Oh, thank you.

What are those?

For the pain.

Not what I asked.

It's oxycodone.

Yeah, I'm not taking that shit.

You say that.

Broken ribs are
extremely painful.

I know.

I'm the one who's got 'em.

I'll talk to the doctor
about something milder.

Whatever lifts your skirt, lady.

Hey, buddy?

Can you pass me that purse?

- Yeah.
- Please.

Thank you.

Mmm.

Goddamn.

Well, I can't wait to
ride one of them badasses.

You can't wait to what?
The fuck did you just say?

I said I can't wait to ride
one of them badasses, sir.

I thought I told you to get
a book on speaking English.

I listened to it the
whole way out here.

Yeah? Well, it didn't work.

You think I'd ever let you
get on a horse like this?

Go to the cutting pen,
get on a turnback horse,

turn back for Spud.

There's a horse tied
there named Man Killer,

tied to the fence with a chain.

Have fun with that.

- Yes, sir.
- Goddamn.

Good to see you, Teeter.

Hey, you, too,
till I fucking die

on the back of a horse
named Man Killer.

He's a sweet horse.

Fuck are you smiling about?

- It's a good day, sir.
- Yeah? For who?

Not that horse you're on.

Jesus Christ, you've been
jackhammering his back

all fucking morning.

I swear to God, Jimmy,
the more you do it,

the worse you get at it.

I've never seen anything
like it in my fucking life.

Yes, sir.

I just don't think this
is the job for you.

Maybe you should
look into training

fucking dogs or something.

Yes, sir.

Just one.

All I got left is standing room.

Standing room's fine.

♪ Ooh, ooh ♪

♪ Ooh, ooh, ooh

♪ I got a bus 'fore
I got a house ♪

♪ 'Cause that's what
dreams make you do ♪

♪ Hittin' them
neon honky-tonks ♪

♪ To play a two-step or two ♪

♪ 200 days to a hundred towns

♪ Bringin' boots to
a sawdust floor ♪

♪ While this six-string
calls my name, baby ♪

♪ I'll be missin'
yours, come on ♪

♪ Hang tight, honey,
I'm a white line ♪

♪ Runnin' down a dream
on a long-lost highway ♪

♪ Me and this band
playin' one-night stands ♪

♪ For some fans gettin'
straight-up sideways ♪

♪ Baby, I miss your
blue-collar kiss ♪

♪ Just one more day
to get through ♪

♪ Hang tight, honey, got
a pocketful of money ♪

♪ And I'm headed
straight home to you ♪

♪ Ooh, ooh

♪ Ooh, ooh, ooh

♪ Yeah, you can't hold
me and I can't hold you ♪

♪ From two time zones away ♪

♪ When you're clockin' out,
yeah, I'm clockin' in ♪

♪ Gettin' ready
to hit the stage ♪

♪ Just know they're
singin' along ♪

♪ To all those songs
I wrote about you ♪

♪ And I'll be savin'
all my lovin' for you ♪

♪ Come Sunday afternoon ♪

Whoo!

♪ Hang tight, honey, I'm
a white line runnin' ♪

♪ Down a dream on a
long-lost highway ♪

♪ Me and this band
playin' one-night stands ♪

♪ For some fans gettin'
straight-up sideways ♪

♪ Baby, I miss your
blue-collar kiss ♪

♪ Just one more day
to get through ♪

♪ Hang tight, honey, got
a pocketful of money ♪

♪ I'm headed straight home to ♪

♪ You

Whoo!

♪ Hang tight, honey

♪ Every good run
comes to an end ♪

♪ Hang tight, honey

♪ Till I'm in your arms again

♪ Hang tight, honey, I'm a
white line runnin' down ♪

♪ A dream on a
long-lost highway ♪

♪ Me and this band
playin' one-night stands ♪

♪ For some fans gettin'
straight-up sideways ♪

♪ Baby, I miss your
blue-collar kiss ♪

♪ Just one more day
to get through ♪

♪ Hang tight, honey, got
a pocketful of money ♪

♪ I'm headed straight
home to you ♪

♪ Hang tight, honey, got
a pocketful of money ♪

♪ I'm headed straight

♪ Home

♪ Ooh, ooh

♪ I'm headed straight
home to you ♪

- Whoo!
- ♪ Ooh, ooh

♪ I'm headed straight home to ♪

♪ You

Where do y'all learn that?

Drape yourself like a scarecrow,
and it somehow looks cool.

Yeah, it's called 14
hours a day in the saddle.

Hmm.

How's Texas treating you?

Yeah, I survived.

Looks like it's treating
you pretty good.

Can't complain.

It's good to see you.

I made a mistake.

Picked the wrong thing.

Thought you were
playing your Super Bowl.

I did, and we lost.

How so?

Well, it... it just got me
thinking about stuff, you know?

Damn, you cowboys.

You'll write poems
about a horse,

but you can't tell a
woman how you feel.

- You want to know how I feel?
- Yeah, I do.

You are my Super Bowl,

and that's how I feel.

Man, that sounded a lot cooler
coming up with it in my truck.

Explain to me what that means.

It means that when I'm
laying under the stars

in the West Texas night,

all I can think about is you.

When do you go
back to the ranch?

I don't go back to the
ranch. I go where you go.

- You quit your job?
- Mm-hmm.

I am gonna need
another one, though.

How much does moving all
this heavy shit around pay?

- It's better than cowboying.
- Is it?

Yeah, but I got another
job in mind for you.

- Yeah?
- Yeah.

Come on.

Let me introduce you
to life on a bus.

I'll take it.

Do you want anything
from the office?

Something personal?

I spent my whole life trying
to get away from this place.

Seems silly to cling
to its things now.

It'll all be in storage.

Well, someday Tate
might want them.

Or at least to know his story.

It's a story worth remembering.

We figured that you
would want this.

I think I might, um...

I'm gonna start my own brand.

Why don't y'all use it?

All right. Well, we'll
keep it at our place.

And if you change your
mind, just let me know.

I won't.

How many, uh, pairs are
you thinking of running?

I think I can do 300.

That's a lot of work
for a man and a boy.

Yeah.

Well, if you need any
help, you just let me know.

Give me a holler, yeah?

I will. I'll need it.

All right, brother.

See you around, Kayce.

All right, next in the ring

we got a set of 30 head
of black straight heifers,

averaging 605,

coming off the Hirschy Ranch
in the Big Hole Valley.

Turned down on grass
and vaccinated,

ready to go your way.

Let's sell 'em.

What are we looking for?

Well, you want to
look at their back.

You want that to be straight.

Good hip.

This looks like a pretty
good bunch right here.

Let's make a run at 'em.

Somebody give 175.
Somebody? 175.

75.75. Somebody? 175, anybody?

175.175. Now two.

Anybody get two? There's
two. Two and a quarter.

Get 225. Now half, half, half.

250.250.75.

275. Three dollars. Anybody
give three, three, three?

Somebody give three dollars.

Sold out, 275.

Buyer number 269.

269 buys.

You did it.

I didn't do anything.

Creator did it.

Hey! Stop!

They protected this land.

They died for this land.

And this land is
where they'll stay.

Go back.

141 years ago,

my father was told
of this valley,

and here's where we stayed.

Seven generations.

My father was told they
would come for this land,

and he promised to return it.

Nowhere was that
promise written.

It faded with my father's death

but somehow lived in the
spirit of this place.

Men cannot truly own wild land.

To own land, you must
blanket it in concrete,

cover it with buildings,

stack it with houses so thick,

people can smell
each other's supper.

You must rape it to sell it.

Raw land. Wild land.

Free land can never be owned.

But some men pay dearly for the
privilege of its stewardship.

They will suffer and
sacrifice to live off it

and live with it

and hopefully teach
the next generation

to do the same.

And if they falter,

find another willing
to keep the promise.

Now, when they come out, they're
not gonna know where they're at,

so we're just gonna
ease 'em to water.

There's three of us.

Takes one man to move one cow,

two to move two.

Three men can move 300.

Is that true?

We're about to find out.

This is how I always thought
it would be, in my dreams.

Yeah, mine, too, baby.

Come on, bud.

- Thanks, boys.
- Yes, sir.

What's wrong with those ones?

Well, they're sick.
I'll doctor 'em here

and then I'll turn 'em back out.

I tell you, the
grass here is good.

About as good as I've ever seen.

Cowboys are the
only people on Earth

that get excited about grass.

In this business

it's the only thing worth
getting excited about, honey.

You seem happy.

I am. I am happy.

- I'm getting happy.
- Good.

There's a bar in town.

Went there for lunch,

just two old guys
playing dominoes.

Said they make a mean
steak for dinner.

I asked the bartender
about tourists,

and he just laughed at me.

I said, "Well, do tourists
pass through here?"

And he said, "Yeah,
they pass through,

but we don't let 'em stop."

Sounds like my kind of place.

There's a...

there's a hitching
post out front,

in case we want to ride.

Well, I'll saddle you a horse.

♪ "My Heroes Have Always Been
Cowboys" by Willie Nelson ♪

♪ I grew up dreamin' ♪

♪ Of bein' a cowboy

♪ And lovin' the cowboy ways

♪ Pursuin' the life of
my high-ridin' heroes ♪

♪ I burned up my
childhood days ♪

♪ I learned all the rules
of a modern-day drifter ♪

♪ Don't you hold on
to nothin' too long ♪