Yellowstone

Come to the house if you're hungry.

Thank you.

Hey. Take your hat off.

Oh. Sh...

- Thank you, darling. - You're welcome.

- Have a good day. - You, too.

Jimmy... You ready?

- Uh, yeah. - All right, let's go.

- Thank you, Ma'am. - You're welcome.

How's the one you rode in on?

Not real broke. I think they said he's just two.

I said he's not real broke.

We sell the broke ones around here, Jimmy.

Mama!

What are you doing up?

My father hasn't called me back.

Worries me.

I saw him yesterday, he's fine.

Yeah, that's what worries me.

Hm.

Morning, beautiful.

Take me on a ride.

On a horse?

On a horse.

Just a ride, huh?

Well, I'm a little more purpose-driven than that.

We can talk about it later.

Beth, why can't you tell me what you're thinking

instead of half of what we're doing and none of the why

and then I spend the rest of the day

trying to figure out what you're up to?

Because then you're going to spend the whole day

thinking about me.

I do that already.

I knew it.

- Who the fuck are you? - Who the fuck are you?

I'm the bitch about to stab you in the stomach.

I'm sorry, I didn't know he was married.

Here's a...

...situation I couldn't have dreamed up in a month of Sundays.

This is my daughter.

She can be a little overprotective.

Put the knife down, honey.

Dad...

...if you're gonna hire a hooker,

would you please let me get you a good one?

Beth...

Hope you didn't pay full price for that boob job.

Actually, God gave me these for free.

Looks like he gave me yours too.

It is seven in the fucking morning.

I do not have the energy for this shit.

Now put it down. She is a guest in our house.

- I'm calling an Uber. - No, you're not.

Can you drive me into town, please?

Can y'all just calm the fuck down and have a...

A nice breakfast?

And then, yes, I'll drive you anywhere you want to go.

I'll get dressed.

Ah!

Mm.

I'm too old for this shit.

I'm too old for her,

I'm too old for that look you're giving me,

I'm just too old for all of it.

You weren't too old for some of it.

You know...

Be nice to her.

Okay, Dad.

She held a protest at the Livestock office,

threw a rock at your brother,

got thrown in jail, and I bailed her out for it.

And then brought her home and fucked her.

Along with your common sense.

We talked 'til late and I offered her a room.

Her clothes were covered in pepper spray and paint,

so I loaned her a shirt.

You know, Beth, maybe it's best

you don't stay for breakfast.

Oh, Daddy.

I wouldn't miss this breakfast for the fucking world.

Is there anything to eat that didn't have

a heartbeat last week?

Uh...

Orange juice didn't have a heartbeat.

Is it non GMO?

I'm not sure what that means.

It means a scientist didn't alter the DNA

of the orange to make more money and ravage our bodies.

I just buy big bags from the grocery store.

Do you like wheat grass?

I do.

We have a whole field of it.

Hey, Gator, would you go out back,

pick some wheat grass and throw it in a blender.

She's gonna love it.

You grow wheat grass?

We grow wheat. Which is a grass.

Until it heads out, then it is a grain.

That's a different kind of wheat.

No, see I know you think

it just magically appears at Jamba Juice, but no:

grass grows in the ground.

Gator, Summer is a vegan.

Could you make her something with no meat or eggs?

Or milk.

- Or milk. - Or butter.

Or butter. Maybe some pancakes.

I don't eat gluten.

What's gluten?

So wait, you'll eat the wheat grass

but you won't eat the seed.

Our bodies aren't designed to digest it.

- Who told you that? - Doctors.

My doctor never told me that.

Well, you should get a new doctor.

You should get tested for chlamydia, you fucking hippie.

Okay, Beth. That's it.

All right, she is my guest.

You will treat her with respect or you will leave.

I have a meeting anyway.

Love you, Daddy.

I hope you find a therapist who can help you.

I hope you die of ass cancer.

You know, she can, umm...

She's a little old to be jealous of the women

her father spends time with.

Yes she is.

And the cowboy fantasy is officially over.

I'll be outside.

Well, that went to shit in a hurry, didn't it?

It did seem to go pretty fast, sir.

Yeah.

Wow, I like the light.

These windows along the south heat this house.

Oh, great.

Kayce?

You coming inside?

Hey, does that dog come with the house?

- Is that dog back? - Come on! Come on!

I've taken that damn thing to the pound twice.

Baby, you want to see the house?

I don't need to, baby. This is it.

Yeah, I think so, too.

We'll take it.

I'll call Animal Services about the dog...

- No, we'll take the dog, too. - Oh.

I'm gonna check out the barn.

Before you check out the house?

Always.

Hello?

I got my family with me right now.

Good dog. Good dog.

Send me the location.

Where'd your appetite go, son?

Terrell Riggins. That's where it went.

Hmm.

Good old Terrell.

I'm going to need you to stand up slowly,

with your hands above your head.

Walk backwards five paces.

Do not turn around.

I said do not turn around.

If you want to shoot, shoot.

It'll be murder, but won't be the first one you've covered up.

Don't you talk to me about murder.

Now stand up and turn the fuck around!

No. Just shoot me.

I would much prefer that to having my son yell at me

in the house I built for you.

Yes. I built it.

I gave you the strength to walk from the shadow

of that fucking land baron you called father

for the entire lie of your life.

You tried to kill my family.

That is not your family.

This is your family.

That baby is your family.

And that woman will be part of your family, too.

I give you my word. I will build that for you, too.

I want you to imagine something.

Imagine that woman and that baby gone.

And then imagine yourself...

...in that house

instead of this one.

Imagine all the generations of wealth

you would've had to provide for all the generations

you leave behind.

Just fucking stop. Stop talking. Please...

You gonna tell me you'd miss him?

I can't tell you that.

Of course you can't.

I doubt the jury's out on how much you'd miss

that bitch of a sister, though.

I'd miss my brother.

He's not your brother.

In my heart he is my brother.

In your imagination, he's your brother.

You barely know him.

You miss what you thought you were.