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- Get the tail. - Yup.
Give 'em hell, brother.
I'm gonna give 'em something.
Want to fluff that out? There you go.
All right.
Good luck.
- Jimmy, luck ain't got a fucking thing to do with it.
That's a plus one.
Yup.
- If you don't mind, I just want to close out.
Horse owner?
The Yellowstone.
- Do you call it the Yellowstone or the Dutton Ranch?
I have both here.
- I think it's technically the Yellowstone Dutton Ranch,
but everyone just calls it the Yellowstone.
- When your horses show like that
you can call it whatever you want.
Sign here that you received them.
Yeah.
Wow.
Actually, can you just mail those to the ranch?
- Sure, to the address I have on file?
Yeah. I'm sure it's fine.
As long as you're mailing 'em,
if I wrote a little letter, could you send that, too?
You bet.
- Oh, thanks. - You're welcome.
There you go.
Thank you.
How's that letter coming?
Ah... No letter. Just, uh...
Just mail the checks. Thanks.
Get skunked again?
No, sir.
First one here today.
Good for you.
Morning.
Morning.
Where to today?
The rock.
So, what happened?
We got a lot to talk about.
- We got so much to talk about, why aren't we talking?
This is where my father died.
Did you know that?
It's where I asked your mother to marry me
and where I buried her ring somewhere around here.
Should've thought that one through a little better.
I'd like to...
I'd like to have that back.
You know, our cemetery may be by the river, son,
this is our graveyard.
Who's this?
- That's the man hired to kill us.
Hired by who?
That's the question.
Where is he?
- Prison. In Red Lodge.
You need to ask your brother for his prison records.
Have him set an interview with you and the Sheriff.
If he balks....
If he stalls, if he resists in any way...
Then we have our answer.
- I just don't think Jamie could ever do it, Dad.
Beth has everybody so twisted up about who he is...
Why don't you just ask him, yourself, Dad?
Why don't you two just sit in a room and figure it out?
I can't sit in a room with him
until we have an answer for this.
No matter what the answer is.
- Okay. I'll go see him today.
- What's going on with your family, son?
Haven't seen 'em in weeks.
Just hide out in that room.
They were, uh,
they were in the house when it happened.
So... I don't know...
I guess that's where they feel safe.
Well, you...
You gotta fix that.
I don't know how.
Me neither, son.
But we need to figure it out or you're gonna lose them.
Yeah...
I think I already lost them, Dad.
- They even left the towels in the bathroom.
all you have to do is unpack a suitcase.
I'm 41 years old
and this is the first thing I ever owned.
I own it.
Yes, you do.
I...
I'm late.
- I'll see if I can figure out that stove,
wrangle up some supper when you get back.
Thank you.
- Ah, cooking is one of the few guiltless joys in life.
I don't mind.
- That's not what I was thanking you for.
You did all this on your own.
- You gave me the strength to do it.
- You always had the strength, son.
I just helped you to find it.
See you this evening.
I'll be right here.
- You know, I used to come here in my 20s.
It was a great place to come drink
on some billionaire's bar tab while he tried to fuck me.
One might say I lost my faith in humanity in this very bar.
Sounds like a few succeeded.
- None succeeded, though I did dry hump
some lawyer's girlfriend in the coat closet.
That was interesting.
- Hmm, I bet you carve them up in the boardroom, don't you?
- You wanted to meet. I'm here. Why?
Hmm?
Or maybe you just want to bump uglies in the coat room, too.
He certainly does.
- Personally, I find your behavior offensive
and highly inappropriate.
- 'Til you jerk off to it later, huh, sport?
On second thought, you might be wound
a little tight for self pleasure.
I bet you pay top dollar for somebody to drag you around
on a dog leash, right?
Slap you in the face with a rubber dick.
- - Uh-oh.
Struck a nerve.
- I won't be spoken to like this.
Caroline, I'll be in the lounge. - Bye-bye.
Double Tito's three olives.
- That's a mean memory, my friend.
Woo! Well, say hello to the new boss, same as the old boss.
- I'm very different from the old boss, Beth.
I came up at a time when the corporate ladder
was greased to keep women off it.
I climbed it anyway,
stepping over some little bitch like you on every rung.
The big dog is off the porch now, Beth
and I will tear you to fucking pieces.
Starting with an SEC investigation into you
for market manipulation and insider trading.
You want to fight?
Let me introduce you to the fight of your fucking life.
That's behind door number one.
Behind door number two is common ground.
Fire away.
- You put together a land trust for Schwartz and Meyer--
- I put together a land trust for the Yellowstone.
Schwartz and Meyer is a minority investor
with no controlling interest.
- Smart. - I thought so.
- We'd like to make an offer on it.
Not for sale.
- That should be your family's motto.
Jamie leased us what he could've sold
and made the ranch 100 times more than the lease fee.
It'll be fifty years before the ranch recoups that money.
Stubbornness is not a business strategy, Beth.
It's how you lose the ranch altogether.
You're smart enough to know that.
Oh, I know it.
And if we still own it by the time my father dies,
you're my first call.
But in the meantime, his dream is my Alamo,
and I will die on the fucking wall defending it.
- Come and work for us and I'll help you defend it.
Doing what?
you're a corporate raider.
Come and raid for Market Equities.
- You apply logic to your decisions with no emotion.
I respect that.
But asking a wolf to protect the sheep, that is a mistake.
And you're smart enough to know that.
You can have the sheep, Beth.
I've taken all your father's ranch I need for the moment.
You want to save the rest of it?
Find me something better.
What are you building now?
Every resource of Montana
can be grown somewhere else for less.
The fantasy of the West is its only resource of any value.
Colorado embraced that decades ago.
It's time Montana did the same.
Build me Aspen, build me Breckenridge.
I want a destination town in every valley.
But I need an insider to do that.
This is a name-your-price offer, Beth.
- You have a controlling interest
of Schwartz and Meyer now, right?
That's my price.
- You want a piece of Schwartz and Meyer?
I want your piece.
You give me that, I'm yours.
You're going to fire him.
- I'm going to bankrupt him first.
I want his fucking grandchildren on welfare.
You break your word to me,
lady, I'll do the same to you.
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