Dutton Ranch

Nobody understands

what we done

to protect this ranch, and no one

knows what we'd do to hold on to it.

My brother is a fool.

I know a lot of fools, and they ain't killers.

Hunter or hunted, Chet?

Always the hunter.

You know a lot of killers?

Enough.

Some good ol' boys in that bunkhouse

and some sons of bitches.

I've seen plenty of both.

I think I love you.

I don't think either of us really know what love is.

You don't think this is it?

I got your invite.

Ranch only turns 190 years old once.

-I want you to be my date. -Well, I would be honored.

Businessmen like Zane, preparation is everything.

Deals like this walk into my office all the time.

The people who dine in your restaurants,

they want an experience. We can give them that.

Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait!

You two-faced piece of shit.

Y'all didn't blow away.

Longest

I ever sat in a hurricane.

Don't wait up.

Meet me back here at 1:00.

No me gusta. ¿La una y media?

Whoo! Let's shoot out the lights.

-Gracias, Mariano. -De nada, Beulah.

Oh, my God, a fricking bull.

Whoo!

Excuse me.

Sure I can't pour you something with a little more bite?

I'm on the clock, ma'am.

Thank you.

Incoming.

-That's a stud. -Stone cold.

Heaven must be missing three angels.

You see any wings around here?

-You want to dance? -Depends. You got a name?

Luke. And you?

Just call me Angel. You work around here?

I'm a mechanic for the Shock Wave.

At Six Flags?

Mm-hmm. Come hell or high water,

I keep that son of a gun running.

You must be awfully good with your hands, then.

-You ever done this before? -Oh, you know,

there's a first time for everything.

Quick, quick, slow. Slow.

Quick, quick, slow... slow.

-Strange work. -I'm with the 10-Petal,

down in Rio Paloma. Top hand.

What the hell you doing up here?

Babysitting. My boss's daughter.

Your boss's daughter's a handful.

Yeah, Beulah's just young.

-It's harder than it looks. -Mm-hmm.

Hold on, darling, I'm gonna spin you.

Wait.

-You teased me? -I'm just a ranch girl.

Oh, ain't nothing "just" about you.

You ready to let it loose?

Angel, I was born ready.

Coffee's still fine.

Ain't nothing wrong with a cold one on the job.

So, you got someone you got to go home to?

My wife. And my boy, Joaquin.

Listen, I'm gonna shoot you straight.

That handsome fella, he gave me a crisp twenty

to deliver this bucket of beers and talk you up.

I can't game a married man.

He did what?

I'd hurry up, you could probably still catch him.

- Hey! - Watch it.

-Where's Beulah? -She was just here.

-Linda. -Honest to God, Mariano.

I don't know.

Where is she?

I don't know.

Oh!

Beulah! Beulah!

I can't find my other boot.

We'll get you another pair, B.

You see me get thrown off that mechanical bull?

That's what you're gonna tell my daddy.

You look very nice, ma'am.

Well, that's the point, Miguel.

Well,

it's nice y'all thought to dress up for little old me,

but every anniversary, one of you boys drinks too much

and makes a terrible mess of things.

I know this is gonna break y'all's hearts,

but I've decided to set up an open tab at the Split Heart,

so put on your civvies and wreak havoc there.

- Thank you, ma'am. - Thank you, ma'am.

You keep an eye on 'em.

If it's all the same, I'll stick to my bunk tonight.

It's not the same. Not tonight.

What's that look for?

You'll have to be more specific, baby.

Well, the one that says we're gonna be late.

Let 'em fucking wait.

Will you do something for me?

Mm-hmm.

You got to be fucking kidding me.

-Oh, yeah. -No, no.

Hot.

Why haven't these been placed yet?

- Sorry, ma'am. - Sorry.

You do not cut oranges with that.

Thank you.

-Not those. The Waterford. -Yes, ma'am.

You need any help, Mama B?

Oh, my stars.

Oreana Lynn.

You look divine.

I know how important tonight is for you.

I wanted to look the part.

What's that lipstick?

Do you like it?

-Love. -It's not too much?

Oh, no.

I'm just awfully sorry your daddy couldn't be here

to see you like this.

He's getting the help that he needs.

Mm.

I feel fucking ridiculous.

You look fucking ridiculous.

That makes two of us.

Mm. You know, I was thinking you could come to the 10-Petal

and help out on the weekends.

-Sounds cool. -Yeah?

Yeah.

How's, uh, how's school going?

Uh, fine, I guess.

-You learning anything? -Just getting by.

Thank you, by the way.

For what?

Giving me a place to live, looking after me.

Everything you and Beth have done.

Really.

You don't have to thank me, son.

I want you to have fun tonight. All right?

You look gorgeous, honey.

Well, not as sharp as you two.

Want me to drive?

Nope.

I got a better idea.

This is fucking cowboy.

Think they got a chuckwagon?

No.

Just a lot of fancy people standing around

trying to out-fancy one another.

Sounds awful.

Just give me two hours,

then we'll Irish goodbye it and we ride home.

Sounds good to me.

Shall we?

Hey.

-There you are. -The hat's nice.

How's the hand?

Well, you can't say I'm not willing to bleed for the ranch.

You shouldn't have to.

Is that your speech?

I've been working on this damn thing all night.

Right now, I hate it.

You want me to read it?

Oh. I've written so many of these.

The words never feel right

until you're standing in front of everyone.

Well, this one's different.

-It's your last. -Mm.

I...

I feel incredibly grateful

to be following in your footsteps.

Your father would be proud.

He will be.

Hey.

Thank you.

-Hi, ma'am. -Pleasure.

Thank you for all your work.

Appreciate you.

-Governor. -Joaquin.

It's great to have you.

That's interesting.

Thank you. Thanks for coming.

Keep your powder dry.

Well, y'all came the old-fashioned way.

Oh, it's the only way, Beulah.

-Uh-huh. -Ms. Beulah.

So, you must be Carter.

Yeah. It's nice to meet you, Ms. Jackson.

Thank you for having me.

Well, it's "Beulah" or "Mama B" to you.

So, uh, dare I ask?