01x05 - Peaceful Find Peace

[bunniefuu]

[Rip]
This'll be one of those days

that follow you to the grave.

If either one of you
want to walk,

-I won't hold it against you.
-We're with you.

♪ dramatic, suspenseful music ♪

-[Beth] How does this happen?
-[Rip] Foot-and-mouth.

It's got to be the new bull.

Cattle broker,
he f*cked us, baby.

All the vet paperwork? Forged.

[bellowing]

I don't know how
we're gonna tell Carter.

You're the prettiest woman
I've ever seen.

Carter has a pure heart.

If you f*ck with it,

I will make your life
a living hell.

-What's your day rate, chief?
-Whatever you're paying.

Let's scoot.
[yells]

-[growls]
-I named her Xena,

after the Warrior Princess.

Someone at the 10-Petal

knows more than they're saying.

[Wade] That's a pretty
serious accusation.

[Whitney] Yeah, well,
so is disappearing a man.

Let me take over.
Let me do the job for you.

I wish I could, Kino.
Wish I could.

-You sold me a sick bull.
-[yelling]

You got 30 seconds to get
the f*ck out of Rio Paloma,

and if I ever f*cking see
your face again, you're dead.

♪ slow, somber music ♪

[Rip]
Sure is quiet, isn't it?

It ain't a ranch
without a herd, sweetheart.

We'll fill these pastures
again one day.

Might just take us a minute,
that's all.

Yeah.

Carter still hasn't
spoken to me.

I should have told him.

You ought to just give him
some time. He'll come around.

You sure about this?

Honey, it'll pay the bills
and put food on the table.

Till we come up with a plan.

We'll come up with a plan.

-I love you.
-Love you.

All right.

♪♪♪

♪ Step right up ♪

["The Grand Tour"
by George Jones playing]

[singing along]
♪ Come on in ♪

♪ If you'd like ♪

♪ To take the grand tour ♪

♪ Of a lonely house ♪

♪ That once was
home sweet home... ♪

That's Beulah's son Joaquin.

None of them are easy,
but he's reasonable.

[panting]

Morning, Joaquin.

This is Rip Wheeler.

Beulah wants to meet him.

She expecting you?

We didn't fix a time,

but I ain't ever caught
your mother off guard.

Huh. Come on in.

[Everett]
Never ceases to amaze, the...

the sh*t wealthy waste
their wealth on.

Yeah.

She wants to speak
with you. Alone.

Okay.

Godspeed.
I'll wait for you in the truck.

[exhales heavily]

[sighs] I don't normally
take meetings at this hour.

Well, Everett mentioned that
I might be able to help you.

Oh.

Uh, I hear you managed
the Yellowstone.

Yes, ma'am. 25 years.

Uh-huh. Then you bought

the Edwards Ranch
with the Dutton girl?

-My wife Beth. Yeah.
-Ah.

It's good land,
it's better cattle.

-Sit down.
-Thank you.

You ever foreman'd
two properties?

All due respect, ma'am,
your ranch

and my ranch put together

ain't a quarter
of what the Yellowstone is.

So, you're a man
with an appetite.

Nah, I'm just a man
that likes to work.

Well, that's
an attractive quality.

[chuckles]

If you don't mind me asking,
who is, uh, Rob-Will?

My son. Y'all have met?

Briefly, yeah. Yeah.

Well, let's just say
he's on an indefinite vacation.

What else did Everett tell you?

-Which part?
-About me needing help.

Oh, uh...

He mentioned that
your current foreman--

these are his words, of course--
"is a f*cking idiot."

[laughs]

Ah, McKinney. He doesn't
pull punches, does he?

No, ma'am, he doesn't.

[sighs]
Well...

...we got 75,000 acres,

about 2,200 head,
Mexican crossbreed.

We sell to big-box retailers,
but...

mismanagement has been
a bit of a bugaboo of late.

Well, would you like me
to fix your problem?

Well, I wonder, can you?

If it's ranching, I can.
Yes, ma'am.

My margins have grown
razor-thin.

I need someone
who implements efficiency.

A man who works smarter,
not just harder.

Well, I can do both.

I like a tight-lipped ship.

Rio Paloma loves to gossip.

Well, ma'am, other people's
business, it ain't mine.

Well, few names are
as revered as John Dutton's.

I suppose if you worked
for him for 25 years,

-you can work for anyone.
-Hmm.

I also know that,
despite its tragic end,

the Yellowstone was not
a three-ring circus.

♪ slow, somber music ♪

No. I wouldn't allow it.

Do whatever it takes
to get my ranch in order,

and I'll pay you handsomely,

not just with my money
but with my loyalty.

Hmm.

I'll be here at 4:30 a.m.

Pleasure to meet you,
Ms. Jackson.

♪♪♪

♪ slow, dramatic music ♪

♪♪♪

♪♪♪

-[wood creaks]
-[Rip sighs]

You know this isn't
our only option.

I could make some calls.

Dallas, New York.

I could be earning
within a month.

But I'd be gone.

No.

I don't want that, darling.

I want you next to me.

Well, I'm always next to you.

♪ gentle music ♪

I'll see you in a bit, sweetie.

♪♪♪

♪♪♪

♪ dramatic, soaring music ♪

♪♪♪

♪♪♪

♪♪♪

[TV playing indistinctly]

♪ Ain't that right? ♪

["Ain't That Right"
by Charley Crockett playing]

♪ Ain't that right? ♪

♪ Ain't that right? ♪

♪ We were up above it all ♪

♪ Flying in your plane ♪

♪ About the time
I had a bloody Mary ♪

♪ Lord, I wasn't
feeling anything ♪

♪ There you was
in all that leather ♪

♪ With something on your mind ♪

♪ I found out just what it was ♪

♪ In the Salt Lake City lights ♪

-♪ Ain't that right? ♪
-[coffee pouring]

Who is that?

♪ Ain't that right? ♪

Yeah, who the f*ck are you?

♪ Ain't that right... ♪

We got calves to wean.

Get your gear together

and get your asses
in the saddle.

Y'all got ten minutes.

[music stops]

Wait, I know you.
From the gas station.

♪ exciting music ♪

This is f*cking bullshit.

♪ slow, dramatic music ♪

-[Zach] Ma'am?
-Yeah?

Horses are cared for.

Anything else I can do?

You can stop calling me "ma'am."

-I've got a name.
-Oh, okay.

Just know
that no work's beneath me.

-He'd have liked you.
-Who?

My dad.

Sure would've liked
to have met him.

Want one?

Got one.

Not much of a ranch anymore.

Thank you.

I keep looking for the herd.

You know,
like they're still here.

Take away something
you see every day...

...sun, birds,

wind even...

...brain can't quite catch up.

Was it 15 years you were inside?

It's a long f*cking time.

What'd you miss the most?

Lots of things.

But mostly, the peace and quiet
of a lonely night.

Yeah, I'd miss that.

Not sure I'm meant
for peace, though.

♪ slow, dramatic music ♪

Me, neither.

But they say
God's ways are mysterious.

Yeah.

Mystery's right out there.

For me, anyway.

Right here.

Land's as good a God as any.

Maybe better.

We keep looking, then.

Keep trying, that's for sure.

Hey, whatever you're working on
over there, Beth...

...I hope it works.

It f*cking better.

♪ fast, exciting music ♪

[Rip]
Go on, start turning them out.

[cattle lowing]

[shouting, whistling]

-Hey!
-Hey!

Hey!

[shouting, whistling]

[shouting]

[whistles]

Go, keep turning them back,
let's go!

-[whistles]
-Come on. Come on!

Out of my way.

[indistinct shouting]

-[whistles]
-Find the gate. [grunts]

-Hey!
-[shushing]

Hey.

-[whistling]
-f*cking son of a b*tch

doesn't know what spiderweb
he just walked into.

Man, it was past time
to wean these calves.

f*ck, Tommy, you think

-I didn't know that?
-Quit f*cking talking

and go get them pairs.

[Tommy]
Ah, yes, sir.

[whooping]

[Chet grunts]

Hey!

[cattle lowing]

[vehicle approaching]

[truck door opens]

♪ slow, gentle music ♪

[metal clanking]

[creaking]

Thought you could use
a little pick-me-up.

It's not too soon?

Nah. Some days,
too soon's all we got.

Okay, girl. There you go.

[clicking tongue]

-How is she?
-She's doing great.

You know, like you said,
this girl's got spirit.

You got it, you got it.
There you go.

Oh.

There you go. Good job.

Good girl. Good girl.

Come on.

Come on.

Ugh.

[chuckles]

Oh, my God.
How many will she eat?

Uh, as many
as you feed her, but...

Dwight limits her to two a day.

[Dwight]
You're damn straight.

Who the hell
wants a fat leopard?

[chuckles]

[Dwight]
Hey, biggun.

You sure you don't want
one of these cold boys?

Damn, I thought nannies
were supposed to be chatty.

You're telling me.

You seem good.

I'm okay.

I heard Rip was
at the ranch this morning.

Yeah. Uh...

He can't know
that I'm not at school.

I'm not telling.

Let's go.

sh*t, all right.

-Uno, dos.
-Mm-hmm.

-[exclaims]
-Let's go.

Sir?

Damn, boy, you in trouble.

[chuckles]

Oh, sh*t.

-Cheers.
-But it's a...

a good kind of trouble.

[Miguel]
Oreana.

It's time to go.

Come on, let's go.

-I'm not ready.
-I wasn't asking.

No need to break ba*ls, Cochise.

I wasn't talking to you.

Let's go.

All righty, then.

-Mary f*cking Poppins, man.
-[Oreana] You'd think

I was the f*cking
president's daughter, right?

[chuckles]

Sorry.

Not your fault.

Ma'am.

It was nice to meet you.

-Nice meeting you.
-[chuckles]

[engine starts]

[truck doors closing]

[truck departs]

[Dwight]
Boy,

that woman is gonna
break your heart

into a thousand pieces,

and it's gonna be
the best g*dd*mn feeling

you ever had, you sly dog.

Cheers.

Hey, baby.

[Rip]
Get your horses watered,

and then we're back at it.

Hey, where the f*ck's
my apology?

You looking to get
your other arm broke, boy?

I'm looking for answers
for Wes and Whitney,

-you son of a b*tch.
-That beating's

all you're ever gonna get.

[both grunting]

What'd y'all do to them?!

Get off me! [grunting]

They're my friends,
m*therf*cker!

Ya basta. Ya. Basta.
Ya, cool off.

[Rip]
Like I said,

get your f*cking horses watered
and then we're back at it.

♪ slow, somber music ♪

Have you heard from Rip?

You don't like it.

Him working the 10-Petal?

What do you think?

But he's doing it for us.

Well, he's got a family
to take care of.

He's a lucky man.

I'm not sure about that.

That man has lost more
than he'd ever admit.

You know, he devoted his life
to the Yellowstone.

This, this place,

was supposed to be his time,
his ranch.

He is smart.

And he listens and he leads.

Beulah's the lucky one.

Beulah got you worried?

-I don't f*cking trust her.
-[chuckles]

Well, she is complicated.

But the truth of the matter is,
she needs a decent foreman.

She's burned through three
in the past year alone.

She won't burn through Rip.

I hope not.

She won't.

Are you ready?

I've done all I can, Beth.

She's all yours now.

Thank you.

You're welcome.

♪ slow, dramatic music ♪

-[chuckles]
-Come on.

-You're very welcome.
-[chuckles]

♪♪♪

[Beth] Go on.

[Carter] There we go.

How long are you gonna keep up
this fugitive's life?

Huh?

Your folks ain't
changed their mind

about that school thing yet,
have they?

[sighs]

Well, ain't up to them.

The law says I'm a man.

Maybe they just don't want you
growing up so fast.

Growing up fast
is highly f*cking overrated.

Well, either way...

no cows left to cowboy now.

What the f*ck are you
talking about?

-They got sick.
-Sick how?

I don't know, but they're gone.

sh*t.

That's-that's harsh.

Wish I could go back to Montana.

That's the thing,
you got time, chief.

You got time to discover
a lot of things.

You don't f*cking realize
how young you are

till you get old,
and then it's too f*cking late.

Why not let your folks

look after you
for a little while longer

until you get things--
or some things-- figured out?

Otherwise,

you're just a f*cking
day trasher without a horse.

I can fend for myself,
all right?

It's the only thing
I'm pretty good at.

All right, that's good.

Good for you.

I want you to fend for us both

while old Dwight
counts some sheep.

♪ slow, somber music ♪

♪♪♪

♪♪♪

[indistinct chatter]

[chatter continues]

[door opens]

-Hey.
-Yeah?

Come sit down.

What's your name, boy?

Austin.

Austin, who is Wes?

Buddy of mine.

He worked here, too.

And?

Man just up and disappeared.

Wife and kid's
gone missing, too.

Hmm. How long ago?

Couple weeks.

[sighs]

You can go on
and get cleaned up.

♪ slow, dramatic music ♪

[door opens]

[door closes]

[TV playing indistinctly]

Go pack your sh*t.

Go pack your f*cking sh*t, kid.

[laughs softly]

The Jacksons are gonna
chew you up,

spit you out,

forget you ever had a name.

[laughs softly]

Go get your pay
and get the f*ck out of here.

♪ slow, dramatic music ♪

f*ck all y'all.

Especially you.

[door slams]

♪♪♪

[siren wailing]

Dwight.

Dwight!

Hey.

Oh, sh*t.

f*cking skunks
at our lawn party.

g*dd*mn it.

m*therf*cker.

Hey, we gonna, we gonna be okay?

You'll be good, chief.

Just listen to your mama. sh*t.

And don't be like Dwight.

Where you going?

Adios.

a*s on the floor.

-Arms and legs spread!
-Whoa!

[siren wailing]

♪ tense music ♪

c*ck.

That's it.

Oh, sh*t.

[siren wailing]

f*ck... you.

♪♪♪

[siren wailing]

♪♪♪

Stop! Get down. I'll sh**t!

[g*nsh*t]

[snarling]

[Dwight gasps]

[gasping]

[Dwight coughing]

[Carter grunting]

[crying] Dwight.

[indistinct radio chatter]

[grunts]

[Wade]
He had a knife.

Yeah, I think he did.

Damn near cut me.

[handcuffs clicking]

[panting]

[Dwight exhales]

[Carter crying]

Dwight. Dwight.

-Dinner's on the table.
-Well, thank you, ma'am,

but I believe my wife's
got dinner waiting for me.

I smoked an 18-hour brisket.

Oh, yeah?

All right, well, I guess
I'll be up in a little while.

[chuckles] All right.
Of course you will.

You're a man with an appetite.

♪ quiet, dramatic music ♪

Why?

What happened?

You know what the f*ck happened.

I did the job just
like Ms. Beulah told me,

and y'all up and replace me?

Circumstances have changed.

Well, I'll tell you what
hasn't changed.

A dead f*cking cowboy
named Wes Ayers.

That sounds dangerously
close to a threat.

And you were the last one
to see him alive.

Your brother pulled the trigger.

Are you sure?

'Cause you had the g*n.

It's hard to tell whose
prints they're gonna find.

You threatening me, now?

Just stating facts.

Well, here's a fact for you.

I didn't forget
about y'all's cattle.

And I didn't forget
why Wes took that b*llet.

There's two ways to leave
the ranch, Chet.

[scoffs softly]

Choose wisely.

♪♪♪

[engine starts]

[sizzling]

[line ringing]

[phone ringing]

Hey, honey.

Hey. Just checking on you.

You be back soon?

Nah, I'm gonna stay for dinner.

Okay.

Oh, you do what you need to do.

Yeah, I'll call you
in a few hours.

-Okay, bye.
-Love you.

Talk soon.

♪ gentle music ♪

♪♪♪

[indistinct radio chatter]

Dwight White was no good.

He was a drunkard, an
insurance fraudster and a thief.

The man stole from
the sick and the elderly.

He was cow sh*t.

Cow sh*t stuck to the heel
of this county's boot,

and was bound to get
scraped off one way or another.

He was my friend.

[sighs] Son, I think grief
is clouding your judgment.

It's okay.
It happens to the best of us.

You k*lled him.

This is your second time
in my jail,

which makes you a repeat
offender like your buddy Dwight.

So I would think real hard

about where that got him.

People are gonna have
questions about that.

Smart people don't ask
dangerous questions, Carter.

How smart are you, son?

I don't want my folks to know.

Then, you weren't
at Dwight White's tonight.

You never saw a thing.

And you'll never say a word.

♪ quiet, dramatic music ♪

-And?
-The sun rises

and sets just like regular.

We left your truck
at the Chapel Trailhead,

three miles up.

♪♪♪

You better get a move on.

[door opens]

[door closes]

[exhales sharply]

[Beulah]
So, tell me how is it.

Well, we've already
made some changes.

Mm-hmm.

Who?

Ma'am, Chet doesn't
work here any longer.

Huh.

Color me unsurprised.

He's the kind
of cowboy that, uh...

well, he poisons the well.

Ah, Chet's just over his skis,

and frankly, a stopgap

until we found
someone better like you.

Please, eat.

Thank you.

How long you been married?

-Oh, married?
-Mm-hmm.

Not very long. Just, uh,

been chasing Beth
my whole life, that's all.

-Yeah?
-Mm-hmm.

Cupid's arrow
got you young, huh?

I was 15 years old,
shoveling sh*t

for her father when I met her.

Aw.

Bottom of the food chain,

and you wooed
John Dutton's daughter?

Well, every dog has its day.

[laughs]
Well, good on you.

Tell me about her.

Well, um...

Beautiful, intelligent.

Fierce.

Tender.

Raw.

A bit like you.

Cheers to that.

-Mm.
-How's 8,000 a month,

plus a truck and a house?

I don't need the truck
or the house, ma'am.

Nine thousand?

Make it 11.

Sold.

You want me
to go get my checkbook

-right now?
-Nah, go ahead

-and eat first.
-[laughing]

♪ gentle music ♪

Just give me a minute.

[truck door closes]

You know, you start
calling me for rides,

you're gonna
have to start tipping.

What's wrong?

Come here. Come here.

It's okay. I got you.

It's okay.

Come here.

It's okay.

[softly] Wow.

I do not have time
for you, Joaquin.

Where's Whitney Ayers?

Still no sign of her.

But that's why
we brought this to you.

-Why we elected you.
-Mm-hmm.

Yeah, she's gone.

There's no word
of her visiting kin.

There's been no phone calls,
no bank activity.

There's no LPRs
in or out of the state

from the toll roads.

You'll keep looking. Harder.

I could put
the whole station on it,

wouldn't make a damn difference.

Why is that?

With the amount
of time that's passed,

there's two possibilities.

The first is she's dead.

And the second, you're gonna
like a whole lot less.

Now, get the f*ck
out of my chair.

[scoffs softly]

Don't forget who paid for it.

[sighs]

[Tommy]
Ma'am?

Uh-huh?

You have a visitor.

Your husband just left.

I changed my mind
about that drink.

Huh.

Oban 18.

Well, how'd you know?

We have a mutual friend.

[fire crackling]

How do you do it?

What's that?

Carry this place.

The size.

The legacy.

-You know, I watched my father.
-[cork pops]

He spent his life defending
his ranch against the enemies

in and outside
of the fence line.

Oh, I have plenty of help.

But the burden of it,

that's all yours, isn't it?

But you don't carry it,
the weight of it, like him.

Thank you.

You seem unflappable.

Effortless.

Well... [chuckles]

...men have the luxury of being

unapologetically themselves.

For women, it's a bit
more complicated. Hmm?

It doesn't have to be.

How about you and I
speak truthfully?

All right.

We destroyed our herd.

Foot-and-mouth.

That's quite a secret
to divulge to a stranger.

I'll take the risk.

FMD could cause serious trouble

with the authorities
if they found out.

You know, there's two things
that I don't do well, Beulah.

One of them is fear.

Uh-huh. And the other?

Lose money.

[drink pours]

My father, he, uh,

he had no interest
in monetizing his ranch.

His dream was to preserve.

To uphold a promise

and keep the place whole,

which we did, but it k*lled him.

I know your land is coveted.

I know people
have tried to steal it

since the f*cking
Texas Revolution.

And for good reason.

But your family's blood
is in that dirt,

so I get why
you want to protect it.

I understand

the lengths you will go to
to achieve that.

In '07, you and your son,

you must've been
so f*cking desperate,

you turned this place into
a game lodge for trophy hunters.

You welcomed in any son of
a b*tch with a blank check

and an empty space on his wall.

In 2010, South Texas suffered

the worst drought in a century.

Turned this place
to f*cking dust.

You almost lost everything,

but you didn't.

It was impressive.

But since then,
Beulah, you have been

overleveraged
and undercapitalized.

This place is
held together with tape

and baling wire.

You are easy prey,
Beulah, and you know it.

It was only a matter
of time before solar

or wind come for you.

Takes real f*cking
backbone to hold your ground.

Well, I trust hiring
your husband was a step

-in the right direction.
-Mm-hmm.

Best decision you've
ever made for this place.

But it's your next one
that I'm here for.

And what's that?

Evolve or die.

Beth, this ranch
is 190 years old.

That's a legacy that's endured.

Yeah, a legacy
is a beautiful thing,

but only if it f*cking survives.

What are you selling?

-Freedom.
-How?

Me.

♪♪♪

You hire me.

In three years,

I could rebuild
this 10-Petal brand

into a household name.

A line of premium cuts.

It will be bespoke,
recession-proof.

We only target high-end buyers.

That way, we mitigate
the volatility of beef prices.

When the market dips,
your steaks

will stay steady in Vegas,

New York, L.A.

But you're gonna
need a new herd.

Your f*cking Mexican Crossbreed,
they won't cut it.

I can see your story, Beulah.

I can f*cking sell it.

Joaquin oversees strategy now.

Mm-hmm.

How's that working out for you?

I'm offering you an exit.

So when you are ready
to hang it up,

you can.

And I promise you, you will
have something substantial

to leave your granddaughter.

So, Everett told you more than
my favorite brand of Scotch.

No, he didn't need to.

I understand you.

You don't know me yet.

But nobody will fight
harder for you.

When I want something,
I usually get it.

♪♪♪

Rip is foreman.

I take your steaks to market.

We manage everything for you.

What's that gonna cost me?

Well, nothing right now,

but I will want


And in five years,
Rip and I are out.

Why wouldn't I slap
Dutton Ranch on the label?

That's worth 20%.

Because my name is not for sale.

Dutton will never
be part of this deal.

Ever.

But you get me.

You get me and my services

for a song.

[laughs]

♪ dramatic music ♪

[engine starts]

[door closes]

Why was she here?

Beth works for me now.

[Joaquin chuckles]

Are you out of your mind?

We're diversifying.

Premium certified Angus.

Ranch-to-table.

We don't invite strangers
into this business.

You're not a cattleman, Kino.

Rip Wheeler is.

Ugh, man.

And Beth,
she's a f*cking Dutton.

She's like a c*ck
after an atomic b*mb.

A fighter, a survivor.

The Yellowstone was
under constant as*ault.

She held the front line
for years.

You are making
a very dangerous assumption

about what they're willing to
or not willing to do.

Rip and Beth have secrets,

and I've learned people
with secrets can be useful.

Corruptible, even.

[dogs barking in distance]

-[sniffs]
-[TV narrator] A horse doesn't

get the luxury of slowing down.

If he can't move, he can't work.

And if he can't work...

You got more?

...well, it doesn't last long.

[pounding on door]

[man]
Police!

¡Policía!

sh*t.

-♪ tense music ♪
-[pounding on door]

[snapping fingers]

[man] Open that f*cking door,
Chet Davis!

[sighs]

You scared the sh*t
out of me, brother.

I'm back in the saddle.

Ma'am.

♪ ominous music ♪

-You gonna invite me in?
-Yeah, come in.

Well, this is delightful.

[crickets chirping]

[vehicle approaching]

[engine turns off]

What you up to, honey?

The plan.

Mm.

If we can't afford the life
that we want right now...

Mm-hmm?

...we'll make it work together.

You give me a week,

I'll know everything there is
to know about Beulah Jackson.

Well, let me tell you
about Beulah Jackson.

About three weeks ago,

I found a dead body
on our property.

It floated over
from the 10-Petal.

I took care of it.

But we need
to be careful with this family.

♪ quiet, dramatic music ♪

Why didn't you tell me?

[sighs] Peace, I guess.

Well, peace will have to wait.

♪♪♪