(MONEY FOR NOTHING BY DIRE STRAITS) MTV...
(SLEEPING ON THE BLACKTOP BY COLTER WALL)
(NO AUDIBLE SOUNDS)
Sunshine beating on the good times
Moonlight raising from the grave
String band playing worn out honkey-tonks
Pretty young thing going dancing in the rain
High heel lady spitting at the nickajacks
Business man with a needle and a spoon
Coyote chewing on a cigarette
Pack o' young boys going howlin' at the moon
Hey, darlin'! Sleeping on the blacktop
Hey darlin'! Running through the trees, honey
Hey darlin'! Leaving for the next town
Less'n my sense catches up with me
Three dead in a crash on the number four
Two witnesses below and up high
Not sure whose will be done
You can call me a sinner for wondering why
Hey darlin'! Sleeping on the blacktop
Hey darlin'! Running through the trees, honey
Hey darlin'! Leaving for the next town
Less'n my sense catches up with me
Hm-hm-mmm
Less'n my sense catches up with me
(FIRE CRACKLES)
(THEME MUSIC PLAYING)
(GRUNTS)
(SIGHS)
First one today, aren't you?
Nope.
No?
Getting to the barn first is no easy trick.
I'd set that alarm back a half hour to be sure.
(MUSIC)
Morning.
Starting to think you lost faith in my riding skills.
I lost faith in damn near everything else,
but not your riding.
- Ain't that. - No?
Just don't know how many more times we'll get to do this.
Me neither, son.
Me neither.
(RADIO CHATTER)
We'll head up the East Canyon check them pastures,
and just doctor down into the valley.
Just don't seem right after what he's been through.
Lloyd, he needs to grow up.
He ain't been doing that here.
He wears the brand. This is his home.
RIP: Not anymore it ain't.
Not for a while.
Where's Walker at, Lloyd?
Sleeping in that barrel racer's trailer...
I sure don't know how much more my pride can take
of that little son of a bitch.
Jimmy's kicked out of the bunkhouse, but these girls...
Lloyd, get your fucking head right.
And you leave your pride right here in this bunkhouse.
(GRUNTS) Let's go to work.
(MUSIC)
Why are you sleeping in a trailer, Walker?
So that old fart don't stab me in my sleep.
What's the job today?
Go on and start saddling horses then drag the arena.
Travis will be here in a bit.
Weren't my idea to invite a bunch of barrel racers to live here.
You got no problem riding them, though, do ya?
Hell, I was in prison for seven years.
You're lucky I don't drill a hole in the side of that barn
and take it for a ride, too.
Did he say which ranch?
Just said Texas.
Texas?
Yeah, I know.
You ever been?
Then you don't know.
Everything in that place is trying to bite you,
stick you, or sting you.
It's 110 in the fucking shade.
Yeah, well, I didn't choose it.
Look, I don't have anything.
I don't have a family, I don't have anyone.
This... This is my family.
This is all I have, so I didn't...
I didn't have a fucking choice.
Which one of those wranglers sat with you every day,
all day, all night, fed you, dressed you?
And you have the nerve to look me in the eye
and say that you don't have anyone, Jimmy?
- That's not what I meant. - You could've chosen me.
You could've chosen me. But you didn't.
So, you're right, you're all out of choices...
- Don't... - ...because your only other choice
is fucking done with you.
Mia.
Son of a bitch.
Hey. Boy, come here.
Did you put that saddle on this horse?
Uh, yep.
What's wrong with this picture?
Don't really know the picture.
I just winged it.
Right, if you don't know how to do something, don't do it.
'Cause it's gonna get you hurt, or even worse on this ranch.
- You understand me? - Gotcha.
No, hey, hey.
It ain't "gotcha." It's "Yes, sir."
Learn some fucking manners.
Yes, sir.
(MUSIC)
All right, let's go.
Hey, Kiddo. What's your name?
Everyone's just been calling me "boy."
So you want to be a cowboy, huh?
Life kinda robbed me of my options.
Well, that's how it usually starts.
(CLICKS TONGUE)
(MUSIC)
(SPEAKING NATIVE LANGUAGE)
Why does he get the roast beef?
'Cause there's only enough for one and he won't eat peanut butter.
Boy's not hungry enough.
- Home late? - Don't know.
Be safe.
Love you.
(MUSIC)
(PANTS)
Eat fast.
Why?
Where are you taking me?
Hey. Where are you taking me?
MAN: Where are you taking me!
(CLEARS THROAT)
Emmett Walsh is in your office.
Thank you.
- Emmett. - Kayce.
- Have a seat. - Naw, I'm all right.
How's your father doing?
He's about through it, I guess.
That tough old bastard's hard to kill, isn't he?
You too, I guess.
Yeah, we're just stubborn that way.
Kayce, I, uh...
I know you're up to your neck in shit and I don't mean to add on to it, but...
I've tried everything else.
I've tried being nice, I've tried lawyers.
I've tried just about everything I can think of.
What's the problem?
This son of a bitch from Cali-fucking-fornia,
bought property across from mine.
My easement goes through his land.
I push my cattle up to that easement to get them to summer pastures
and this fucker, pardon my French.
You've been speaking French since you got here, Emmett.
What'd he do, put up a fence?
Fuck no. Cattle guards all up and down the road.
Now I have to truck in and out.
And with the price of cattle, you know what that means.
Yeah, what do the lawyers say?
The lawyers? Oh, shit.
Back and forth for months. You know, lawyers.
The trucking fees are eating me alive, Kayce.
What do you want me to do about it?
I don't know... I don't know, something.
WOMAN: Get your damn greens.
You want to go look at some shit?
Hell yeah.
("AIN'T GOT MUCH" BY ROSS SHIFFLETT)
What did this fucking thing cost?
That is sexy.
No. That's sexy.
What did them fucking things cost?
Well... more than the truck.
(SINGING) If it's lovin', pretty baby, you'll see that I got all that you need
This is gonna be worth watching.
'Cause I ain't got much money in my pocket
What I got I'll spend on you
And this feeling in my heart, I can't stop it
Even if I wanted to
If it's loving, pretty baby
You'll see that I got all that you need
If it's loving, pretty baby
You'll see that I got all that you need
Cuz I ain't got much honey in my pocket
But what I got is oh so sweet
I ain't got much rhythm in my waltz
But when I'm with you I can move my feet
If it's loving, pretty baby
You'll see that I got all that you need
If it's loving, pretty baby
You'll see that I got all that you need
Ooh, I got all you need
Damn good horses right there.
All you need
Yeah!
Are those all yours?
Are now.
RIP: Travis put one hell of a team together for you.
Goddamn.
Just once I'd like to ride a horse like that.
If you tried to stop a horse like that
it would lawn-dart you into the cattle trough.
What? No. Have you trotted a horse past a mirror lately?
'Cause you look like a drunk cat trying to fuck a football.
What? What are you talking about?
That's what a lawn dart looks like.
MAN: I think I'm done doing that.
Mia, can I talk to you for a minute, please?
Please.
Hard to believe you can sell one of those
and buy a brand new truck.
You can sell one of those and buy a house.
(MUSIC)
(CLEARS THROAT)
I know what you're thinking.
That it's cruel, what I'm doing, sending you away.
That it isn't fair.
Yeah, not much in my life is fair.
This isn't a punishment, Jimmy.
It's an opportunity if you'll let it be.
It's costing me the only person who ever loved me
in my whole fucking life.
If working another ranch for a while makes her leave,
you never had her, son.
Love doesn't walk that easy.
If she really loves you, she'll be right here when you get back.
When is that exactly?
When you're ready.
Who decides when I'm ready?
You do.
While you're down there, you represent this ranch.
You represent my brand.
How you conduct yourself reflects on all of us.
- Tra... (SIGHS) - (PHONE RINGS)
Travis is giving you a ride down there.
You find a way to be useful.
Yeah.
I'm on my way.
See you around, Jimmy.
See you around.
(MUSIC)
Spinning son of a bitch.
Yee-fucking-haw.
That's the different between 5,000 and 300,000 right there.
Travis...
Let me run and stop just once.
You bet... for $300,000.
- Come on, just once. - (LAUGHS)
This is a "you break it you buy it" kind of situation
here, brother, and you can't afford to buy it.
Nope, only race car drivers on the race cars.
Is the gimp all packed up?
The gimp?
- Jerry. - No, Jimmy.
Jimmy.
Yeah, Jimmy's gonna be ready to go.
We'll get out of here around sundown.
You going with them?
Yes, sir, right as soon as Ethan and I get the rest
of these colts finished.
Where's the first stop?
Well, we gotta go to Scottsdale.
Then we got to swing off into Vegas, meet the cutters.
You lucky son of a bitch. Lucky son of a bitch.
Then we gotta go to Fort Worth.
Fuck, that's the fucking stockyards, man.
That's my stomping grounds.
Then we drop dipshit off at the Four Sixes.
Oh, shit.
He's going to the Four Sixes?
Yeah, yeah.
Wow.
- He won't last a week. - Unbelievable.
You look like a kid in the toy store who forgot his allowance.
Darling, those are some of the finest horses in the world
right there in front of us.
That's my inheritance running around in circles.
Glad someone's enjoying it.
Your inheritance ain't going nowhere. Believe me.
Hey, Carter's done for the day.
No, not even close.
It wasn't a question.
I'm taking him shopping. He's done.
Beth, please don't spoil that fucking boy.
He needs to learn to work right now, he doesn't need anything else.
- He doesn't have shit. - He's got this place.
And right now that's as good as it's going to get.
Look, I'm going to take him to Murdoch's.
I'm going to get him a pair of boots and a decent jacket.
Like, that's it.
It's up to you. He's your pet.
What did you call him?
Trust me with this boy.
You treat him like a pet and that's what you're going to get...
a pet. And a not a good one.
- Fuck you. - All right.
I love you. I'll see you at the house.
But fuck you.
All right, baby.
Hey, let's go.
Let's go.
(BEEPS)
MAN: Can I help you?
I'm the Livestock Commissioner.
I need to speak with Ralph Peterson.
You need to make an appointment.
No, I don't.
Leave, or I'm calling the police.
I am the police. Now open the gate.
I'm calling my lawyer.
Fuck this.
Now I'm on with the police, so you go ahead
and stay right where you are.
(GROANS)
This is Livestock Commissioner Dutton.
I've got a Mr. Peterson in my custody for refusing entry.
You don't have a warrant!
I don't need a fucking warrant.
No... If I charge him, I'll bring him in.
You arresting me?
I want to see these cattle guards.
(MUSIC)
(ACCELERATES)
(MUSIC)
Strange place for a meeting.
It's necessary.
You'll understand why when I tell you.
Tell me what?
Who ordered the attack on you.
And your family.
You know?
We know.
How do you know?
I can show you, or you can trust me.
But if I show you, it's your trash to take out.
We still have chess to play, you and me,
and I refuse to surrender my queen.
Yeah.
Who's this?
THOMAS: The man who wanted you dead.
I don't know this man.
He knows you.
Where is this man right now?
State prison in Deer Lodge.
I'm not in a very trusting mood, Tom.
I think you need to show me.
Then it becomes your trash. And you have to take it out.
Just fucking show me.
I'm truly sorry for what happened to you, John.
I hope this helps you get to the bottom of it.
(CAR STARTS)
The suspense is killing me, Mo. It's just... Fucking killing me.
I want to watch him reach the pavement.
(LAUGHS)
You know, I've got better things to do with my day.
This is worth the wait, John.
(GRUNTING)
This him?
This is who he used to put it together.
I don't know who any of these fuckers are.
Who are you?
Who is this?
His cell mate from way back.
The hit comes to him
and then I put people together on the outside.
That's all I do. I just put people together.
So you went to the militia.
Yes, sir, I did. I went to the militia. The same one that you burned.
That's all I did.
I got nothing to do with what they did to you.
Who gives the order to him?
I'm keeping this.
It's yours to keep.
You can go now, Mo.
(GROANS)
(GRUNTS)
Now, why'd you do that?
All spring he's marching cattle up this road,
shitting everywhere.
Your cattle don't shit?
I don't have cattle.
Raising something to eat is fucking barbaric.
You're claiming an ag-exemption, aren't you?
So what are you raising?
Llamas.
What do you do with llamas?
I don't do anything with them, but get the tax break.
Of course you do.
That right there is wrong.
That violates his easement
and he has to spend money he doesn't have
to load cattle in trucks, because you don't like cattle.
I don't have anything against cattle.
I just don't want them on my fucking road.
That is not your choice.
This land is mine. It's mine!
You can't tell me what to do on it.
You know what I can do?
I can make a good neighbor out of you.
(GRUNTS)
I'll just put in another one, you know.
And another one. And another one.
It'll be cattle guards to the fucking interstate.
(ENGINE STARTS)
Oh, whoa!
Are you fucking crazy?
You can't put me in here!
Come back!
Stop! No, no, no!
(WHIMPERING)
Are you fucking crazy?
You like your cattle guard so much,
why don't you fucking live in them?
Come back here, you crazy... You can't leave me here.
(SHOUTS INDISTINCTLY)
You get me outta here! Goddamn it!
Hey. Put your seatbelt on.
MALE RADIO ANNOUNCER: Thanksgiving is now earlier this year...
Thank you.
FEMALE RADIO ANNOUNCER: And this is where they're going to get off.
for the fourth quarter.
MALE RADIO ANNOUNCER: But it could be challenging to unload
The surge in what we're seeing right now, especially when Covid...
(STATIONS CHANGING)
(MUSIC PLAYS)
(SINGING) About her
She's the prettiest flower
This has a massager?
Yup.
(GRUNTS)
Shit.
All right, that's enough.
Just...
- I can get anything I want? Really? - Not anything.
You get a pair of boots, a decent jacket, and a hat.
Don't like wearing hats.
Then you picked the wrong line of work, buddy.
Jeans?
Yeah, you can get a pair of jeans. Not them.
These.
Oh, shit, look at this!
Uh, yeah, no.
I mean... We gotta, right?
Okay, let's go.
Where we going?
Take the shirt off.
You said I could have it.
No, I said you could get a pair of boots.
I want this instead of boots.
- Take the fucking shirt off. - No.
That's child abuse.
Excuse me?
It's not child abuse. He's taking off the fucking shirt.
She's making me. I don't want to.
I'm calling the police. That's child abuse.
That wasn't child abuse.
This is fucking child abuse.
What the fuck?
That is destruction of personal property.
Assault is next. You ready to see that?
I don't want any trouble.
Lady, you crave trouble, you just don't want resistance.
And if you don't want resistance around here,
you just mind your own business.
You have no idea how to parent a child.
(SIGHS)
Well, ain't that the truth?
You think you can do better?
He's all yours.
(TRIES DOOR)
What did I do wrong?
You know what you did wrong.
I tried to get more than we bargained for.
I'm sorry. Jesus.
We didn't have a bargain, kid. Okay? It was a gift.
I'm sorry.
Well, get in.
Look, I'm going to tell you something.
It is a universal truth.
Doesn't matter where you live, man or woman,
it's as true today as it was a thousand fucking years ago...
Do you want nice things?
You want the best?
There's only four ways to get rich, kid.
Four. That's it.
One, inherit it.
That ain't happening for you.
Two, you steal it.
You do not have, my friend, the patience, the power
or quite honestly, the intellect
to steal anything of substance and keep it, so...
Three, work really, really fucking hard.
Okay?
You learn.
You fail.
Learn more. Fail more.
And don't let anyone outwork you.
Ever.
What's option four?
Learn how to suck a dick like you lost your car keys in it.
Is that how you got rich?
All right.
(MOANING)
Help me!
Please!
Please, help me!
Help me, please!
Help me, please.
Help.
Oh...
(MUSIC)
Everybody ate?
You're the first one here.
Monica and Tate didn't come down?
You, um...
make them a couple of plates?
Yeah, sure.
Where you're heading are some of the best cowboys on earth.
No egos.
None of this bullshit.
No fighting for your life, or your land.
It's just cattle ranches to the horizon, in every direction.
It's like God just froze everything in this one place,
and just let it be.
I can imagine it's gonna be a bit tough for you
to come back here.
If I were you, I wouldn't.
Biggest regret of my life is leaving the place you're going to.
Adios, amigo.
I'd brush up on that Spanish.
You might need it.
- All right, Jerry, let's go. - Jimmy.
Whatever. Just get in the fucking truck.
Whoa, hey, wait, what the fuck are you doing, man?
You can't get in here with that shit on.
These are Cayman Alligator seats.
Put all that shit in the back. Goddamn, dude.
Can you fucking believe this guy?
What if it falls off?
Well, maybe you ought to strap it down, Jimmy.
With what?
Jesus Christ.
Well, how about a rope?
You got a rope?
Yeah, I do have a rope.
In fact everyone's got a rope. You're on a fucking ranch.
Here, give me this shit. Just give it to me.
Give it to me. Take that shit off.
Give it to me.
Where's our first stop?
Our first stop is shut the fuck up, all right?
And our second stop is you make yourself useful
at these horse shows. This ain't no fucking Uber.
We got to ride to Scottsdale with this fucking guy?
You don't fucking snore, do you, Jimmy?
I don't know. I've never heard myself sleep.
You look like you snore.
Okay, that's it. Hey, Tom?
You don't have any room in that big fucking thing?
Sure, last stall in the trailer.
All right, we're just going to drown this fucker out.
Put some road music on.
- Yes. - A little Shane Smith.
Shane Smith and the fucking Saints.
("ALL I SEE IS YOU" BY SHANE SMITH & THE SAINTS)
(SINGING) The storm's running through the Midwest
Like a bandit out on the loose
And all the clouds are black as nightfall
But all I see is you
Rain's pouring through the windowpanes
And the cracks of this roof
Tea's pouring from the spout of the pot
But all I see is you
RIP: Is it a one-shot...
or a two-shot day?
It's a pour the bottle in a bucket kind of day.
RIP: Mm.
- Lime? - Yeah.
Where's the boy?
(GULPING)
- Barn. - Mm.
Yeah, I don't want him sleeping here anymore.
All right. Hmm.
I'm sorry, you were right.
Well, I'm sorry I was right.
You couldn't fill a thimble with
my faith in humanity but that little bastard, he...
he tricked me.
Mm.
Well, why don't you let me work on the boy?
There's a man in there somewhere.
Sometimes it just takes another man to find it.
Know what I mean?
(MUSIC)
I want you to listen to me.
He's not our son.
No matter what he becomes, he'll never be that.
Nobody will.
The day's coming when you'll resent me for that.
No, I won't, sweety.
It's coming.
You'll see.
You hungry?
No.
You need to eat.
Is that what I need?
(SIGHS)
Hey, buddy. I brought you some dinner.
TATE: Leave it.
Come on out and eat, okay?
He's not coming out today. He's worse today.
Son, come on out.
TATE: I said leave it.
He's not coming out if someone's in the room.
I'm not someone.
I'm his father.
What's he gonna do, just live under the fucking bed?
I been telling you for weeks, he needs to see a doctor.
You're making it worse just letting him stay under there.
I'm not letting him do anything.
You want me to drag him out by his feet?
Yeah, that's exactly what you should do.
TATE: No! MONICA: Kayce!
- Come here, buddy. - No, get off!
Kayce!
Stop! No!
It's okay. Hey, hey, hey, hey.
Stop.
(SCREAMS)
It's okay.
Being under the bed is not going to make you safe, okay?
You're the only thing that's going to make you safe.
You got nothing to be afraid of, all right?
You already did it.
Your biggest fear already came and you already beat it, right?
You already beat it.
It's okay.
Look at me.
You beat it, huh?
That's right.
So just grab your plate and go sit at the table
like a human and eat your dinner, okay?
He's not scared.
It's you who's making him scared.
I begged you not to bring us here.
I told you that this place was evil.
I told you he was evil.
And now we're all evil.
This place isn't evil.
The people who tried to take it from us were evil.
And we're not evil for defending it.
I hate you.
(MUSIC)
I want to go home.
(WHIMPERING) I don't wanna be here.
Please let me go.
(SOBBING) Please.
(MUSIC)
Goddam you for putting me in this situation.
Ever shot a man?
Yeah. I've shot some men.
Where?
South Dakota, Nebraska.
On his body, dummy.
Back of the head.
Why the back of the head?
Shoot 'em in the chest or stomach,
they look right at you, with all this...
surprise in their eyes.
Shoot 'em in the back of the head
they never know it's coming.
Better for them. Better for me.
This is one time I wish I had your lack of character.
(GRUNTS)
(GROANING)
Ah!
Quit your whining.
(YELLING)
About the simplest gun on earth to shoot.
Cock the hammer, pull the trigger.
(GROANING)
(PANTING)
Ohh...
I'd love nothing more
than to shoot you in the back of the head and be done with you,
and there's nobody's watching so no one would know.
But I'd know.
So, we'll have ourselves an old-fashioned shoot out.
What do you say?
Care to send me to Heaven before I park your sorry ass in Hell?
I ain't falling for this!
That gun don't work or some shit!
Naw, the gun's fine.
This is as even as it's gonna get.
(MUSIC)
(SHOUTING)
Ah!
(SHOUTING)
(BODY FALLS, ROLLS DOWN HILL)
(COYOTE YIPS IN DISTANCE)
("CARAVAN OF FOOLS" BY JOHN PRINE)
(SINGING) The dark and distant drumming
The pounding of the hooves
The silence of everything that moves
Caravan of fools
You're running with the caravan of fools
(MUSIC)