1923

Previously on 1923.

Officer. You are arresting the victim, sir.

We can't split up out here.

We don't know this land.

Won't be gone long.

Not one of us ever escaped.

Keep up, Father. We got 'em.

Hyah!

Ha!

Whoa, whoa.

- Where you headed? - Montana.

You better stay in Texas

if your plan is coming back here

- and starting a war. - War's already started.

And you ain't stopped it.

Tell my aunt I'm coming home.

- Are you all right? - I'm better than all right.

She's gonna have a baby!

We going after 'em?

- For what they done to us? - Yeah.

For what they done to all of us.

Here.

The boys have finished working on the coup.

There's a woman in Pray who sells chickens.

I'm waiting for the question.

There is no question coming.

I'm simply informing you that the coup has been repaired

and that a woman in Pray sells chickens.

You may now correctly assume that I shall be buying

some of those chickens and placing them in the coup.

I've had my last bloody breakfast of beans.

This ain't breakfast. It's supper.

I know which meal it is, Jacob. I prepared it.

But tomorrow, I will be preparing breakfast,

and I shall be doing it without eggs,

a dilemma I shall remedy by noon.

Think I'm gonna ride tomorrow.

- Doc said wait. - It's been a week.

A week's long enough to heal anything.

I can't think of one thing that can heal in a week.

A cut doesn't heal in a week.

Flu doesn't.

A bruise doesn't.

Hell, it takes six weeks to heal a bone.

That bone in your head that we drilled through,

I promise you, is not healed.

We can't have beans for breakfast no more?

What? Hey, what's funny?

Nothing. I'm sorry.

This is the first time every seat at this table

has been filled since before the war.

So it is.

Wasn't sure you'd noticed.

I noticed.

Jacob!

It's the sheriff.

Somebody die?

Nobody died.

Somebody in trouble?

What's with the deputies?

Marshal from Amarillo called.

Asked if I could vouch for a Spencer Dutton from Bozeman.

Why'd he do that?

Came across him. Said he's coming this way.

- Did you know? - I hoped.

He reached me by telephone, Jake.

Switchboard operators heard every word,

and those are very loose lips.

He take the train to Livingston?

I don't know, but that'd be my guess.

I need a schedule, and I need you

to park some deputies at that station till he arrives.

Headed there next.

- I'll send some cowboys. - You cowboys stay right here.

I got a badge, too, Bill,

and I don't need your permission to use it.

I'm trying to prevent a war here.

It ain't preventable.

It's what he wants.

It's what he needs to take this place from us.

When did he call?

This afternoon.

From Amarillo.

That's two days by train.

If Denver's open. If not, he goes to Fargo and over,

and that's three days at least.

Cool heads, Jacob!

If Whitfield finds out, he'll kill him, Bill.

And if he does, I swear to God

I will burn his fucking house to the ground with him in it!

I guess we're gonna find out whether you can ride after all.

What happened? Jacob Dutton, stop!

Spencer's coming home.

Why did you kill him?

'Cause he ran.

Running is not a crime.

Well, running from me is.

All this death you make.

And we are no closer to justice.

That boy's a Crow.

That's her people.

Why else he'd be here except for her?

He look Comanche to you?

I can't tell the tribe by looking at a face.

Neither can you.

I've seen enough Crow to know one when I'm looking at him.

We are looking for a girl,

but you, you keep killing boys and men

who know nothing of this girl we seek.

Know nothing, huh?

He's a scout, scouting for water for her.

You have been tasked to bring justice to a murderer!

But the murderer... is you.

It is you who needs justice.

Your path is the walkway to perdition.

And I shall not walk it with you.

Great.

That's fine.

Go fuck off back to Montana.

You hear me, Father? Go fuck yourself.

Now you go scream with the devil.

He's a war hero with a temper to match.

War hero?

We all fought in the war.

Didn't see no heroes.

Heroes are the first out of the trench, first to get dead.

He won the Medal of Honor with First Infantry at Argonne.

This Dutton was in the First?

This is Jacob's son?

Nephew, I think.

Word is, when he comes back, the Yellowstone is his.

He runs it.

What's his name?

Spencer.

War's been over six years.

Where's he been since then, huh?

Bottom of a bottle in Paris, I reckon.

Word is Africa.

He was a hunter for the Brits, killing lions and whatnot

while they built out roads.

And when's this Spencer returning?

Don't know.

She said he's on the rail.

Any day now.

Looks like you boys finally get to use them badges.

Get to the train station.

If this Spencer Dutton steps off, put a hole in him.

I'll take my chances with the old man.

I'm not getting caught in a gunfight

with some fucking soldier boy raising an army.

Can I take a few more men?

After you've killed the nephew, we kill the whole lot of 'em.

First thing we do is get badges on that platform.

I'll take Judge, Carl and Spade to the station.

We're gonna be there for a while.

We don't know what train he's coming in on.

He could be coming out of Denver or Fargo

or Deadwood.

They got a late snow in Fargo.

Those snowdrifts shut that train down pretty regular.

Yeah. Put the rest on patrol.

Put two at the gate.

We'll let the rest ride between here and the barn.

You take the house.

What about me?

You take the gate, too.

If there's gonna be a fight, I need to be in it.

The two most precious things we have

are sitting right over there.

I'm asking you to protect them.

Yes, sir.

I'd say be careful, but seems a waste of breath.

I'll be as careful as I can.

Bring him home.

Yeah.

And bring yourself home.

Promise.

I can't make that promise.

You're gonna make it or I'm riding with you.

I promise I'll try.

No, no, no. Not good enough.

In 56 years, you've never broken your word to me.

I don't expect today to be any different.

Now, promise, or shall I grab my coat?

I promise.

Oh, my. You have been a busy, busy bee.

I did good, huh?

You did very good.

The challenge will be this, my dear Lindy:

make her enjoy it.

Do you think you can do that?

Can you make her look past the pain and the fear?

Can you make her body betray the panic

she feels at this moment?

If she will surrender her body to you,

then you can make her do anything.

Like that.

You try.

Yes.

Like that.