Yellowstone

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Stupid bitch!

You stupid bitch!

Got him locked in here.

Looks like he fell in a mulcher.

It's like trying to wrestle a damn mountain lion.

- Not sure two's enough. - Eh, two's enough.

Was he trying to steal a horse?

Nope, found him sleeping in the hay loft.

Tried to toss him out, went all wild-cat on me.

That's trespassing, Stan.

Call the sheriff.

The sheriff told me to call you.

Put the stick down, son.

You want it?

Come fucking get it!

Let me see your flashlight.

Put the stick down, son.

You're in a fair bit of trouble.

No fucking shit.

Get these drifters through every now and then.

You sure roughed him up pretty good.

He was like that when I found him.

Let me see your hands.

Those don't look like drifter hands.

That looks infected.

Well, it sure feels infected.

There's a pig farm down near Miles City.

Ex-husband showed up and beat the whole family

to death before somebody cracked his skull

with a frying pan.

They still haven't found the oldest boy.

You know anything about that?

All I know is this...

I should have killed that motherfucker years ago.

What's your name, son?

- Rip. - Rip.

You hungry, Rip?

Can you ride a horse?

I can from "A" to "B."

Can you rope?

I can rope.

Put the sandwich down, son.

If you're gonna work for me, everything

you ever been through stays right here.

I won't have it on my ranch.

No fighting.

- And if you steal... - I don't steal, sir.

I ain't never started a fight in my life.

You're gonna have to prove yourself,

you want a chance.

You gotta pay a price if you wanna work for me.

I ain't got no money.

Don't cost money, just a little pain.

Well, sir, pain I'm used to.

May I finish my sandwich?

What a fuckin' mess, John.

You'd think these tourists would learn

the wilderness isn't a theme park.

That's not what I'm talking about.

I'm talking about that.

Now I gotta get an agent up here

from Fish and Wildlife. That's a federal offense.

- What's the ETA on Wildlife? - Said a few hours.

It was self-defense, Donnie. Let's not overreact here.

He's out here looking for a bear

- you told him to hunt. - I told him

to haze it out of here before it killed my cattle.

Here's the picture Fish and Wildlife are gonna paint:

He is up here hunting illegally,

kills an endangered species.

Witnessed by two tourists

he then throws off the fucking cliff.

Then he gives me some bullshit story

about throwing them a rope...

and both of them, John... both of them slip.

- I'm calling Jamie. - You're gonna need him.

Jamie.

I got a real problem, and you're not here to fix it.

Call me back.

They're gonna make a real stink out of this.

That's what I get for trying to do the right thing.

I should've just buried them all.

- Where were you standing, Rip? - I was right here.

I mean, if that ain't self-defense,

- I don't know what is. - If that's where

- you were really standing. - Hey, Donnie.

There's powder burns on his fucking nose, man.

Why don't you do your job?

John, calm your boy down, here, or we're gonna have

this conversation in town.

Rip.

Go to the house and wait for Fish and Wildlife.

I got enough problems without you inventing more for me.

Look, John,

somebody kills a bear and ten thousand vegans

send letters to their Congressman.

They won't send one God damn letter

for those tourists.

Now you should have buried that thing in a hole

before I got here, 'cause I ain't the problem,

the Feds are.

Good, take another step.

I can feel my thigh, but my...

- It's like my foot's asleep. - Mm-hmm.

- Feels kind of weird. - I'm glad it feels.

Great.

Okay, we need to turn you now... we're at the end...

So we're gonna swing your arm around,

shift your weight...

Good, you're doing it.

Reach over here. You got it?

- Yeah. - Okay, spread your legs.

Good.

Damn, I'm cruising now.

One step at a time.

Good.

Did Kayce take Tate to school?

Yes.

When they release me...

I wanna stay with you, okay?

Just me and Tate.

Your place is not with me, honey.

It's with your husband.

I don't know who he is.

I wanna stay with you.

Don't tell me no.

I won't.

Thank you.

You're welcome.

Ready for your next step?

- Here we go. - Yeah...

Good, okay.

Please step down.

Great.

Bozeman grew by almost 2,000 people last year.

In two decades, it's doubled in size,

presenting opportunities and also challenges.

Growth brings change.

Change brings conflict.

Do you ever get concerned that some

of John Dutton's problems become Jamie's problems?

Constantly.

There's not much you can do about that, huh?

Distance him as much as I can.

I hear rumors this cover-up

about the shooting near the reservation...

What cover-up?

The investigation was led by the state

and the Bureau of Land Management.

- Jamie wasn't involved in that. - You don't think?

I asked you to research issues,

not the candidate you're working for.

It's sort of the same thing.

He's running unopposed.

There is no one to ask those questions.

Yet. I mean, you really think he's

the only ambitious attorney in Montana?

Remind me where you're from.

Seattle.

- And your girlfriend's here... - Working on her doctorate

- in the park. - Right.

- I'd love to meet her. - Oh, great.

Yeah, we should... we should all grab dinner.

I mean, you know, with all our free time.

I'll make time for that.

Great.

Fuck.

Did it to my place too.

Tore it to pieces.

Who?

Treasure hunters.

Should have let me shoot him.

You the one taking me to see the bear?

Yes, ma'am.

Officer Skyles. Not ma'am.

- Okay. - How far's the ride?

Mm, it's a few hours.

You Mr. Wheeler?

- You the one who shot the bear? - Yes, ma'am...

Officer Skyles... I am, yeah.

Is this the rifle?

Yes.

Heard a lot of rumors about you, Mr. Wheeler.

- All of them bad. - Mm.

Well, most are probably true.

I sure hope not.

For your sake.

Hey, ride in front of me, please.

He's got a horsefly on his rump, there.

- I don't see a horsefly. - Well, I could sure see it.

You want me to swat it before your horse...

Don't fuckin' touch my horse, you understand me?

Ma'am, if that horsefly bites his ass...

Don't you touch my horse...

Nobody ever fucking listens to me.

You lost the reins!

Jump!

Go.

Oh, my God.