Dutton Ranch

I feel fucking ridiculous.

You look fucking ridiculous.

You know, I was thinking you could come to the 10-Petal

-and help out on the weekends. -Yeah, that sounds cool.

Okay. I want you to have fun tonight.

There she is.

This is my husband Rip.

Heard a lot about you.

I'm happy we're in business together.

Business part's my wife.

"Joaquin may not be a Jackson by birth,

but I've seen him as my own flesh and blood."

Well, what did you expect me to do?

This ranch is my legacy, and I'll never let Kino have it.

Them two.

They didn't see it coming,

- but they had it coming. - But they ain't wrong.

10-Petal's dirty.

As of tonight, I intend

to pass the reins on

to Robert William Jackson III.

-You just fucked yourself. -Oh, careful now.

Chet always was a lousy shot.

You should've finished me yourself,

'cause you're never getting another chance.

You want me? Quit acting like a fucking steer and grow a pair.

Put that down!

Carter, what the fuck?

- Get him out of here. - Help!

Rob-Will!

Get in.

She's gonna be okay.

She's in. Let's go!

Oh, I'm sorry.

- I'm sorry. - Carter.

Get up and get on your horse.

Sorry.

So sorry.

-I fucked up. -Carter.

Get back on your horse.

Come on, get it together now.

I need my... I need my rein.

Here.

Get your shit together.

Oh. Wait, wait.

Fuck, wait, Rip.

Oh, fuck.

It's all over my fucking horse, Rip.

Rip, it's all over my horse.

Can we take a break?

Just stay on your fucking horse.

Sir, you're gonna have to stay here.

What do we have for access?

We got two 18 AC gauges, no art-line yet.

You get any rest?

No.

He's never acted that way before.

Shit, Carter's done a lot of living

-for 19, honey. -Yeah.

Seems to run in the family.

Hmm.

Yeah, I've broken a lot of things in my life.

I don't want to break him.

You ain't gonna break Carter, sweetheart.

Remember, we ain't perfect either.

No.

And we need to teach him how to be unbreakable.

I'm scared, tío.

I know.

Thank you for calling me.

Your family needs you, son.

Glad you're here.

It's okay.

I made coffee.

I'll be on the porch.

What's going on, baby?

I quit school.

Why?

'Cause.

"'Cause"? Try again.

I hated it.

You hated it.

Okay.

You didn't give it enough time.

-Rip didn't go to school. -Don't think Rip

had it all sunshine and fucking roses.

He had nothing. He had no choice.

You don't just get handed anything in life.

You got to work for it.

Got to be better, do better.

School can help you learn, Carter.

Is it the only way? No.

But when you're given a chance to make your life better,

you fucking grab it.

Carter, I want you happy.

But I need you ready.

Ready for the hard parts when they come, and they're coming.

I already had two parents die.

I figured that out.

You're right.

But I'm not sure that's something

you ever figure out, Carter.

And I'm sorry every day that that happened to you.

My dream is to cowboy.

To be like Rip, like your dad.

Then you go to work.

Today.

Rip will take you to the 10-Petal.

Cowboys don't get a day off 'cause they're hungover.

Better hurry up and get dressed. He won't wait for ya.

Yes, ma'am.

Daddy.

She had a heart attack.

They, uh, they did an angioplasty.

Will she live?

She'll be fine.

When can she come home?

Your grandmother's already tried to escape twice, baby girl.

She's a tough one.

Can I see her?

No, she wants to talk to us first.

She's gonna be okay, Oreana.

Kino, I need you to make peace with your brother.

You lied to me.

No, I-I changed my mind.

I need you to fall in line.

That's the best trick he knows.

And make no mistake,

you need him a lot more than he needs you.

Well, he's the one who needs to find a new job.

Oh, stop it.

You're a fine cowboy, but you're not a true cattleman,

not like Rip Wheeler.

And you got

a fine head for business, but...

you don't have Beth's killer instinct.

Well, they're gone, too.

Robert William, you...

...you are so goddamned weak.

That's why I'm leaving the ranch to you.

It's not your prize, it's your protection.

And Beth and Rip?

They're assets,

so y'all don't end up in here or somewhere far worse.

You're my sons,

and you're linked at the hip...

...whether you like it or not, from cradle to grave.

I'll fetch my shovel.

- Enough. - Is that all,

Mother?

No.

No. It's fucking everything.

Hmm.

Rest up.

First time I cowboyed with my old man,

I was sore for a week.

Shoot.

Father and son cowboying side by side,

that's damn beautiful, viejo.

Mm-hmm.

Can't wait to do it with my kid.

Yeah, well, don't fucking rush, Azul.

Too fucking late.

What's that?

Delilah just found out.

I mean, well, we-we just found out.

Congratulations.

Thanks, boss.

Whoa, Rip.

You got to pull over.

No, no, no, no, don't you fucking throw up in my truck.

Hold on a second.

Oh, kid's gonna be hating life.

He already does. Look at him.

-Let's go, borrachín. -What's that one mean?

-What's that mean, now? -Like a boozehound.

Come on, now.

Let's go, son. Let's go!

Vámonos.

- Come on, now. - Oh, shit.

Watch out.

You get it out of you?

- Let's go. - Agárrate.

Get in, boy.

Right in here.

Hi.

Is Carter okay?

He's better now.

Oreana.

Will you help me find something sweet to eat?

Please.

- Yeah. - Thanks.

-See you later. -Thanks.

Ah.

Should've bought you whiskey.

I'm sorry.

Oh. I've raised boys.

Hell, I'm still raising 'em.

If the worst he's done to date

is a little drunken hell-raising,