(Cattle snorting)
(Atmospheric music playing)
(Cattle mooing)
Kayce: Hey, Jimmy.
Why don't you ride ahead and look for the next break?
Tell me about that kid.
Rip: Ah, he's green as the grass.
But he tries hard. He's a good kid.
If he was a good kid he wouldn't be wearing the brand.
Yeah, well, he's a favor.
What about Walker, he's a favor, too?
I just to know who I'm working with.
They don't work with you, kayce. They work for you.
These are questions you should be asking your father.
I'm asking you.
Yeah, well, it ain't my place to say.
Kayce: I guess that says it all.
Rip: Hey, Jimmy.
He said ride the fence line.
Hey, this cow looks kinda funny.
(Cow moos)
Shit. Hold on. Here.
(Cow bellows)
Kayce, run him down, so I can stab his rumen.
Gat the gas out of him.
(Mooing)
Rip: Easy.
Jimmy. Gimme the wonder dust out of the saddlebag.
The what kind of dust?
Rip: The wound dust. Grab it out of the fucking bag.
(Mooing)
(Air hissing)
(Mooing)
Jimmy: Wait, what's bloat?
He ate something he shouldn't.
I don't know what the fuck he'd bloat on,
the grass is dried and it didn't freeze last night.
They can't eat when it freezes?
Jimmy, quit askin' fucking questions. Go put it back.
Doesn't make any sense, kayce.
There's no alfalfa in this field.
I've never seen one bloat in the fall.
That's 'cause they don't.
(Cows mooing)
Oh, my god.
(Theme music playing)
I thought we agreed on 10 am.
She's worth the wait.
I'm breathless with anticipation.
(Knocking on door)
Cassidy Reid is here.
- Morning. - John: Hi.
- Pleasure. - The pleasure's mine.
I'm a huge admirer.
- Cassidy. - Mr. Stewart.
-Hi, Beth.
Cassidy Reid.
Jamie.
Governor Perry: No other opponents submitted qualified petitions
before the deadline, which means the office is yours.
A.g. Stewart will step down immediately
and I will appoint you to the office
before the election, which you run unopposed,
which means, welcome to the office, a.G. Reid.
Cassidy: Thank you, governor.
I will serve Montana with pride,
and to the letter of the law.
Yeah.
We'll issue a press release
and schedule an official swearing in, on what, Friday?
Friday's good for me.
How's Friday for you, Jamie?
Friday's fine.
- (Cell phone buzzes) - Excuse me.
I think it's a good idea if I brief you
on some of the more pressing legal issues
facing the state prior to the swear-in.
All right, let's dive in.
(Exhales) Okay... Hard to know where to start.
(Both chuckle)
Jamie: Dad?
Excuse me.
Who died?
Not who...
(Flies buzzing)
Lloyd: Mr. Dutton.
Here's your culprit.
(Sniffing)
This is a crime scene.
Jamie. Get livestock agents out here.
Everyone walk away.
Brian. You're not a reserve agent anymore.
You're on regular duty. You find a way to cover this area.
I don't want a fuckin' bird landing in it.
You.
Walk with me.
Now's not the time to talk about all the fights I'm in.
Right now, this is the only fight that matters.
- You have any idea who did this? - Oh...
I know exactly who did it.
Now we gotta go prove it.
(Men chanting and drumming)
Dan: You ever heard of the Beck brothers?
Rainwater: The Beck brothers? Dan: Yeah, the Beck brothers.
They own about 300 gas stations with slot machines.
One of the brothers controls the sale of liquor licenses.
That could be a problem.
They don't want our casino to happen.
The casino's mine.
And your hotel won't need their liquor license.
Once we annex the land,
the state has no control over anything we do.
We didn't agree to annexing the land.
You don't need to, we own the land now.
That wasn't part of the deal.
That's exactly the deal, Dan.
And for you, it's priceless.
There's no county permits to build.
The gaming license comes from the tribal gaming commission,
as does your liquor license,
your permit to operate, and your hotel license.
When you sold me the land, Dan,
I gave you freedom from oversights.
Sidestepping those regulations
is gonna anger a lot of people.
That puts him in danger. Both of you.
That's why I have mo.
Who do you have?
Surely you've learned by now,
we're the only ones playing by the rules.
What are you saying? You saying I need security?
You've been needing it for a while, Dan.
You should've learned that, too.
(Men chanting and drumming)
150 years ago,
our people called this land home.
We drank from its rivers,
we hunted its valleys,
we cared for our dead in these forests,
we prayed on these mountains.
This was our home. And it nourished us.
You understand our contract with the reservation
is invalidated the moment they annex this land.
You familiar with the term "Indian giver"?
Well, this is the opposite.
The word you're looking for isjusfice.
By the power vested in me,
I claim this land as property
of the nation of the confederated tribes of broken rock.
(Applause)
(Men chanting and drumming)
If he doesn't keep his word, I lose everything.
If you were him, would you keep your word?
Dan: It's worth the risk, if he is telling the truth.
Trusting him is not a business strategy.
Dan!
Come do the honors.
Great, now he's asking you to dig your own fucking grave.
This is the beginning of something very special, Dan.
You watch what a difference we make.
(Camera shutter clicking)
Man: Any endeavor that raises my people's profile is a good one,
but I wonder, how many casinos do we need?
Is this the right path for our future?
Reporter: Are you challenging chairman rainwater's leadership?
Man: I'm challenging his outlook,
and what's best for our people as a whole,
instead of a select few.
Reporter: In a historic ground-breaking ceremony,
tribal chairman Thomas rainwater
annexed the land purchased
for the confederated tribes of broken rock's
ambitious hotel & casino project
into the reservation.
There are now questions of what, if any authority
the state will have over regulating
the casino or monitoring the construction
of what will be the largest hotel in the state.
Who's the contractor on this build?
I'll find out.
I thought we were pretty fucking clear with Mr. Jenkins.
Well, evidently not.
We need to find a less subtle means of expressing our displeasure.
Can we bait that trap?
I think it's time we spring it.
So you think this was intentional?
I don't see tire tracks anywhere, John.
The fence is way over there, nobody threw it over.
It didn't fall out of the fucking sky...
That's exactly what it did.
(Scoffs)
So you think that somebody flew a plane over here
and dropped clover on your cattle
in the middle of the night, John?
- Think about that. - We have.
A king air was designed for skydiving
so it has a side door large enough,
it can hold the weight.
Why would anyone do that, though? Who would do that?
Your golfing buddy. That's who.
(Scoffs)
All right, John, fine. You think that. Now, why the fuck am I here?
I have no jurisdiction. Cattle is your department.
What can I do for you.
I have six full-time agents, Donnie, and four reserves.
I don't have the manpower for this investigation.
- I need your deputies. - John, I can't spare any deputies.
County has got more firefighters sleeping at night
- than I have on patrol. - John: You keep making my point.
You want to help?
Give me deputies or deputize my men.
And not in six weeks, right now.
- Right here in this field. - Donnie: Which men?
Well, him for starters.
(Donnie scoffs)
John, he just put that drifter on a soup diet
and you want me to license him to carry a weapon?
You mean the one that held a knife to his throat,
that drifter?
You're gonna tell me that beating was worse
than some of your officers have doled out, huh?
How many times have I stood on a podium with you, Donnie?
Stood for you.
Think you'd be sheriff if it weren't for me?
Maybe you haven't noticed,
but there's a war going on in this valley.
Today's the day you choose sides.
I'll issue the permit, but he's got to understand...
- He's trained to use it. - Well, that's great, John.
Now you train him not to use it.
If it comes out of your holster, son,
you'd better have an ironclad reason, understood?
Yeah.
If he calls dispatch for support,
I expect you to give it to him.
Do you hear me, Donnie?
Donnie: I heard you, John, the whole goddamn valley heard you!
Come here.
We all know who did this.
You find the evidence.
And when he does,
you drag him by the hair back to me.
I think we should ask for an amendment to the agreement.
- Something that... - That? That what?
Should he pinky promise that he won't fuck me?
Jamie: There's this skydiving place in three forks.
Kayce: (On phone) Yeah, we're headed there now.
And then there's the other two,
missoula and whitefish.
Nah, that's too far.
You didn't want to mention the trust?
Kayce: Trust who?
The trust. The ranch is in a trust.
- It is? - Yeah, don't play dumb with me, kayce,
I'm looking at your signature, right here.
I ain't signed shit.
(Exhales) All right. Call me when you get to three forks.
My fucking family, man.
Fuck. What the fuck, Beth?
(Cell phone buzzing)
(Cell phone clicks)
(On speaker) Jamie, it's Sarah.
I just wanted to confirm some facts with you...
Beth: Who's Sarah?
Jumpy, jumpy, jumpy-
what's got you so nervous, I wonder.
Well, uh, you scared the fucking shit out of me.
And, uh, I'll tell you what makes me nervous.
This. Why a trust?
You're an attorney, Jamie. I shouldn't have to explain it to you.
Okay. Why am I not in it?
Beth: Do I really have to tell you that, too?
All right, here's all the things I don't believe:
I don't believe you're capable of swallowing your pride
and contributing to this family.
I don't believe our father will ever trust you again,
which is why I don't believe you have a role here anymore.
Oh. You want to know what my role is? (Chuckles)
Well, I think you're putting this on a trust
so you can control the money, so you can do this.
And this, and this.
The ranch is an investor, yes.
How big an investor?
I manage the finances, Beth.
I need to know. How big?
Five million.
- I know, Jamie. - (Sighs)
You're worried about the risk.
Two things: One, the risk is mitigated.
Two, if you didn't have balls the size of quail eggs,
you would've invested this money years ago
and he wouldn't be chasing his fucking tail every fall.
Good work.
Hey, Beth.
That is over half the ranch's cash.
What are we gonna do in November if cattle prices go down?
How much money do you think this ranch makes in a year?
After payroll and property taxes,
and hay and countless other expenses?
Nothing!
This ranch has not turned a profit in six years.
And maybe you don't understand the impact
of a few hundred dead cattle,
but that's half a million dollars rotting in the field.
You fucked us.
Fucked us!
I want the ranch out and I want it out by today.
It doesn't work like that, Jamie.
You make it work like that.
Fuck, now I see.
You think you're gonna get him to trust you by making him
not trust me? (Scoffs)
I wish you and your bird balls the best of luck.
(Hip-hop music playing on car stereo)
Afternoon!
Can I help you?
Could you get a message to Jimmy?
What's the message?
- Man 1: This. - (Grunts)
- Man 1: Piece of shit. - (Dirk groans)
(Men grunting)
(Dirk grunts)
Man 1: Tell him I want my fucking money.
He's got a week.
(Dirk groaning)
- How many total? - (Lloyd sighs)
So far we've found...
360 more.
Rip: Yeah they dropped bales all through the valley.
If we push that herd down here,
they're gonna get into that clover.
I say we move them up the pass, through the mountains.
That's an awful rough trail.
Rip's right.
We'll take them over the pass.
You know that goddamn clover's gonna take root
and next spring, it'll be worse.
We're gonna have to burn that field.
Just gotta be careful we don't start a fucking forest fire.
John: We'll bring up water trucks.
I'll have the fire department out, just in case.
I don't see any other way.
Burn it.
Rip: Yes, sir.
(Horses neighing)
Colby.
No horses.
I hate this fucking thing.
John: Rm.
Who the hell is that?
Oh, what the fuck.
How much do you owe?
How much, Jimmy?
Around eight thousand.
I ain't got it.
I know you don't.
I'll get it.
They said a week.
Or I get this again.
I'll get it.
Cause of what we did, they beat him?
No, they beat him for what I did.
Has anyone heard the term "ocean water"?
It's a mixture of lysol and water.
- Yeah, Genevieve. - What do you do with it?
- You drink it. - Why?
Because alcohol is illegal on the reservation.
Because it's cheap.
Because when people's lives are miserable,
they seek ways to escape the pain.
Ocean water is one way. It's a temporary escape,
with painful repercussions.
When the misery's bad enough,
tomorrow is rarely factored in decisions.
Uh, so think of yourselves as Sherlock Holmes,
and your job is to investigate the past,
to understand the present.
(Knocking on door)
Rip: Can I help you?
Malcolm: Looking for John dutton.
Yeah, who's looking for John dutton?
We don't know you.
What the fuck is this guy up to?
Hey, step back.
(Man grunts)
Come on, motherfucker, shoot me.
(Men grunting)
- Drop your weapon! - I'll blow your fucking brains out!
- Put it down! - (All clamoring)
(Man grunts)
(Horse neighing)
(Men grunting)
Oh, fuck. Shit.
Malcolm: Mister dutton.
Seems all the stories I've heard are true.
- (Door opens) - Jamie: Wait.
Wait, whoa, whoa!
Everybody calm down.
- Dad. This is... - I'm Malcolm Beck.
This here is my brother, teal.
Look, I apologize for everything that's happened here.
Misunderstandings aside, we need to speak.
Seems there's a problem that we share.
My problems are squarely my own.
Not this one.
May we sit?
We can talk under that tree.
Uh-huh.
What in the Sam hill was that all about?
I'm sorry. They called 15 minutes ago,
I didn't know they meant now.
I'm taking this meeting alone.
I said alone, Jamie.
Don't you want to have your lawyer present?
This don't feel like a lawyer meeting.
Teal: I saw your son go against peabody coal before the senate.
He's one hell of a litigator.
Yeah, he can argue with the best of them. So...
- What's this problem? - Malcolm: Well...
A casino in this valley
will have a negative affect on our business,
your ranch and the others.
In five years, how many ranches like this
can afford to exist?
Malcolm: Wanna hear our guess?
Soon as that casino opens,
they'll approach the forest service for land lease
and they'll build a ski resort.
And you know as well as anyone,
ski resorts are daggers to the heart for places like this.
It'll be an ocean of second homes in 10 years.
- I'm aware. - Malcolm: I'm sure you are.
Look, my office has no authority
over an Indian casino.
And yours has no authority over the land.
And your new ag can't restrict them.
So we need to fight this outside the lines, Mr. Dutton.
We just don't think they have got the stomach for that.
(Scoffs) Yeah, well, they have the stomach for it.
I don't need partners, fellas.
Dan Jenkins has a partner.
A big one.
Think of us as allies.
We'd be the perfect allies for each other, John.
Because there is no part of your business that benefits ours
and vice versa.
Teal: And when we fight, it's a zero-sum game.
We will win, at any cost.
Yeah.
Malcolm: John...
We just want you to consider it.
I consider every option, Malcolm.
And I choose the one that's best for my family.
If it helps you,
it's a coincidence.
That's not the way you wear one of those.
(Chuckles sarcastically)
Jamie: Working with them is a deal with the devil, dad.
All the angels are gone, son.
There's only devils left.
At least they admit it.
(Car drives away)
Man: I'm impressed.
You're really preaching. That's good.
Browsing up on your history?
Just curious. Wanted to see you teach.
Glad I did.
Be careful, though.
If you only teach the tragedy, they're just gonna see us as tragic.
You should show them the culture. Show them what we're fighting for.
And how do I do that?
I don't know. Field trip, maybe?
Bring 'em out to the rez.
Everyone's getting ready for the relay races.
Can you think of a better way to show them who we are?
That's a really great idea, I'll, um...
I'll talk to my administrator.
Rehab's in 15.
Feel up to walking to the rec center?
Um, I-I can't.
I've got a faculty meeting.
I'll just call you and reschedule, okay?
Okay, Monica.
Man: No telling where that son of a bitch got a plane,
but it wasn't from skydivers.
Kayce: We're never going to find it this way.
He's smarter than that.
(Cell phone buzzing)
Pull over, would you?
Hey.
How are you?
(Sighs)
I'm lonely, kayce.
I can solve that problem.
(Laughs)
Kayce: Lmiss you.
Yeah, I miss you, too.
You, uh...
You want me to come over?
Yeah.
But you can't. I just...
Just wanted to hear your voice.
I love you, Monica.
God, I wish that was all it took.
(Cell phone beeps)
Man: Everything all right?
Nope.
(Engine starts)
The first thing we want you to look into is this, uh,
this paradise valley development corporation.
They've sold property to the broken rock tribe,
which is attempting to annex it into their reservation.
We'd like you to file an injunction against it.
Can we contest that?
I mean, they're clearly attempting to avoid state tax obligations
and regulatory requirements. I'd say we have a good chance.
What about this senate hearing regarding the jurisdiction violation
by the livestock association?
Beth: Let me ask you a question, Attorney General elect.
Do you find Jamie's knowledge of the raid
prior to it happening inculpatory in any way?
I'm concerned about what happens if they, uh, ask him to testify.
I think attorney-client privileges recuse him of that.
Even if he's aware of a crime before it happened.
Are you saying a crime was intentionally committed?
There was no crime.
Not the time. Not the place.
The concern is, the negative press surrounding the hearing
can cause a ripple effect,
emboldening others to come fonnard with accusations
that may hold legal merit.
Our goal should be to avoid a hearing altogether.
How do you plan to do that?
I'm working on it, commissioner.
Feels like suppertime.
Cassidy, would you, um,
care to join us?
- Oh, no, I... - Oh, we insist.
I'll show you the way.
Okay, thanks.
Sharp as a tack, that one.
And what a looker.
My god.
She's going to make a great Attorney General.
What the fuck are you doing?
I'm going to get you disbarred, you spineless piece of shit.
You should've never come home.
You told me to come home.
Why on earth would you ever listen to me?
Cassidy: That's fine, thank you.
Beth: That's kayce's seat, Cassidy.
Oh, uh, I'm sorry.
It's fine. That one's fine.
Okay.
Don't you fuckin' dare.
(Clears throat)
Here, come sit next to me.
Have a seat, son.
Kayce's not back from three forks.
I thought he was.
Well, how'd that go?
There was nothing there.
So your family's from great falls, right?
Mmm, yeah, the ranch is outside lewiston.
- It's near roundup. - (Jamie grunts)
Do you know where that is?
- John: I do. - (Grunts)
(Jamie clears throat)
Excuse me. I'm sorry.
(Whispers) Is he okay?
He has celiac disease.
He gets an upset tummy.
Huh.
He has what?
(Slams door)
(Exhales deeply)
(Breathing deeply)
(Knocking on door)
Mama?
- Hey, buddy. - Daddy!
- Kayce: Hey. Come here. - (Monica chuckles)
We've checked every manifest in every airstrip in the county.
Sweetgrass, too. Nothing.
Well, he got that plane from somewhere, you go find it.
You'll be riding with agent hendon today.
He knows the job. Learn from him.
You don't need any help around here?
Just find the planes, son.
Kayce.
If you find anything, don't confront anyone.
You call the sheriff for backup.
Everything by the book.
I don't know the book.
Well, that's why you call the sheriff, son.
It's their book.
(Engine starts)
When did all this burned?
Hendon: Uh, last year. Kayce: Was it lightning?
A satellite fell out of the sky. (Scoffs)
God sure finds interesting ways
to put people out of business.
Dispatcher: (On radio) 108, there's a depredation report,
at the Paulson ranch near ennis. Can we divert?
Copy that.
It's on the way. We're en route.
We're supposed to be checking airstrips
not dead cows.
We're checking airstrips because of dead cows.
Paulson's cows ain't any less dead than yours.
(Flies buzzing)
Paulson: We had to hot-wire it to keep them from coming back
and eating all the evidence.
But then there's the eagles.
Haven't quite figured out what to do to keep them away.
Oh, yeah. Mmm.
Mmm-hmm.
Phew.
Tell me that ain't wolves.
Hendon: You called fish & wildlife?
Paulson: Hell, they ain't coming.
Jerry Hayes, he's got the lease next to me.
That thief.
Every time he has a cow die,
he hacks 'em up and then blames it on the wolves.
Now, we actually have wolves running around.
He's cried onf so much, hell, they ain't never gonna come out.
- You know that Jerry Hayes? - Uh-uh.
He ain't worth knowing.
That's $1800 I can't stand to lose.
Hendon: We'll get you compensated, we will.
But, uh, fish & wildlife is gonna come out
and issue the depredation tag.
I'd have some cowboys cover your herd for you.
(Sighs) Ain't got cowboys. All I got is me.
Hendon: (Chuckles) Okay, well,
looks like you're sleeping outside for a while then.
- Dispatch. - Dispatcher: (On radio) Go ahead.
I need fork county sheriff's phone location, please.
What you can do is rent you a couple of mules.
Turn 'em out with the herd, that's what we do.
What kind of mules?
Mean ones.
Thanks.
(Sighs)
(Eagle screeches)
Let's just forget this.
You got two calls in already, man.
We got things to do and this ain't one of 'em.
Dispatch, what's the 20 on the sheriff's deputies?
Goddamnit.
Dispatcher: (On radio) Sheriff's department says
no units available.
I mean it, man. Let's forget this.
Hey, this is the job.
What do you want?
Heard you lost a cow to onves.
Heard from who?
Hendon: May we see it?
Fish & wildlife already saw it.
- Kayce: That's not what he asked. - Hey, I'll handle this.
(Sniffles, spits)
(Flies buzzing)
Where the fuck are you going?
Hey, Jerry, Jerry, just hold up here a second.
Kayce: Found your wolf.
Hendon: Hey, Jerry.
(Chuckles) I've been waiting a long time to say this,
but you're under arrest.
So I want you to turn around and put your hands
above your head, and I want you to do it now.
Hendon: Jerry.
Jerry! Stop!
(Both grunting)
(Jerry screaming)
Hendon: (Grunts) Jerry!
- Is this necessary? - He's resisting.
- (Screaming) - (Gun cocking)
- Hendon: Stop! - Let him fucking go, now.
Whoa, whoa, whoa. Easy.
Easy, whoa, whoa.
Calm down. Everybody stop.
Listen to me.
Your dad is gonna go to county jail,
they'll take his fingerprints they're gonna take his picture,
and then they're gonna let him go.
In six months from now, he's gonna stand before a judge,
who's gonna make him pay a fine
and then pick up trash on the weekend.
Is it worth killing us over that?
Look at me.
Does that seem fair to you?
Luke_.
- Put it down. - Hey, no.
Put it down, boy! Put it down!
No, no, I got it under control.
Hendon: Drop! Drop! Drop!
- Shit. - Jerry: (Screaming) No!
God.
I had no choice!
Yeah, you keep telling yourself that.
Hendon: Goddamnit!
I had no choice.
(Jerry sobbing)
Hendon: Goddamnit!
(Engine starts)
(Cell phone buzzing)
Yeah?
What?
(Indistinct chatter)
Who pulled the trigger?
I don't have a gun.
Not what I asked.
It wasn't me.
(Sighs)
Was it justified?
He had a freaked out kid pointing a shotgun at him.
Yeah, it was justified.
But was it right?
Right and wrong is so far from this place,
I don't think it factors in at all.
I told you to call the sheriff for backup.
We did, sir.
We did multiple times.
And the requests were denied.
But it was still my call.
My god.
There's no good choices in a situation like this, Steve.
Donnie: What did I say, John?
One fucking day on patrol. One day...
You gave me your word, Donnie, and you broke it!
This over a fucking cow, John?
- A fucking cow, John! - It's not over a fucking cow.
It's over you not giving backup.
You denied the request.
Jesus Christ.
A show of force would have maybe changed this whole fucking thing.
So you want to blame somebody?
Then you blame yourself, you son of a bitch.
TV reporter: According to the livestock commissioner,
sheriff's deputies refused a request
to support the livestock agents
as they investigated false claims of cattle depredation
at convicted felon, Jerry ha yes' ranch,
just east of three forks.
Whatever administrative lapses occurred,
the result is one man in custody
and his teenage boy dead.
I know how we can help John dutton.
(Slow country music playing)
(Wolves howling)
Everything all right?
Burn it.
Let's go! Light it up!