Yellowstone (2018) s02e10 Episode Script
Sins of the Father
1 [CRICKETS.]
[PANTING.]
[GRUNTS.]
["DADDY DOESN'T PRAY ANYMORE" BY CHRIS STAPLETON PLAYS.]
We should say goodbye to your mother.
She's not here, Dad.
Daddy doesn't pray anymore Thank you for doing this.
You're a good boy, son.
Guess he's finished talking to the Lord He used to fold his hands And bow his head down to the floor But Daddy doesn't pray anymore I remember even when the times were bad He'd thank Jesus for everything he had For a good wife and three children And the food upon our plates Everything was right and he said grace Daddy doesn't pray anymore Guess he's finished Don't let them take it away from you, son.
Not a goddamn inch.
He used to fold his hands And bow his head down to the floor Daddy doesn't pray anymore I'm gonna miss you.
No, you won't.
You'll miss who I was a long time ago.
Odds are, I was never who you thought I was anyway.
[LAUGHS.]
And when you get my age Only thing you miss is being young.
A chance to do it all over.
See that look of wonder in your grandchildren's eyes.
The look in your eyes when you was a kid.
He used to fold his hands I'm gonna miss all this.
And bow his head down to the floor But Daddy doesn't pray anymore I miss I miss your mother.
And your brother, goddammit.
Guess I miss more than I thought.
I'm tired of talkin', son.
Only took 90 years.
[GROANS.]
Hey.
Come on.
It's all right.
It's just the whiskey.
Listen to the preacher read God's word Just the whiskey.
We sang his favorite hymn and Daddy didn't make a sound You thought nobody ever knew.
Knew what, Dad? Sneak in every night steal a cookie.
And you thought nobody ever knew.
I knew.
- Daddy doesn't pray anymore - [LAUGHS.]
I guess he's finally walking with the Lord He used to fold his hands And bow his head down to the floor Daddy doesn't pray anymore My whole life is just a long series of losing things I love.
But I'm not gonna lose this one, Rip.
Not this one.
[MUSIC.]
It's 5:47.
All quiet out here.
You should get some sleep.
I'm not paying you for your fucking opinion on my sleep habits.
[SIGHS.]
[MUSIC.]
[DOOR CLOSES.]
[EXHALES.]
[MUSIC CONTINUES.]
[GRUNTS.]
[GROANS.]
[SHOUTS.]
[GROANS.]
Ah! [GROANS.]
[MUSIC CONTINUES.]
Wait.
[GASPS.]
I have every right to be here.
I have a right.
I have a right.
This is America.
[COUGHS.]
[PANTING.]
Okay.
What do we do? First I I need you clean of this, Beth.
No one's clean of this.
You can't know what we do, honey, and Tate's gotta come home to something.
Give me this, please.
What he's doing is irrational.
He's not considering consequences.
Maybe it's from arrogance or "Why" doesn't matter.
[SOMBER MUSIC.]
This is going to be the end of us.
But we're going to do it anyway.
[POLICE RADIO CHATTER.]
[POLICE RADIO CHATTER.]
[CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKING.]
[POLICE RADIO CHATTER.]
Believe me now? Now what? Now you choose sides.
They've got me over a fucking barrel, John.
I understand, Donnie, but they have my grandson.
Fuck.
Look, I can't clean this up.
How do we hide this? You trust me every step of the way.
They are never gonna tell you where Yes, they will.
- Choose, Donnie.
- There's no hiding this.
This isn't what you'll have to hide.
How long can you keep it quiet? A day, tops.
Tops.
What kind of security do the Becks have? They use off-duty officers.
Rent them through the department.
Are those officers your friends? They're my cousins.
You tell them to stand down.
- John, I gotta - Donnie, I I don't have time to play this game with you, Donnie.
- Have 'em stand down.
- All right.
All right.
Okay.
If you're going to do this, John, you gotta do it right: you gotta make it about cattle.
You gotta get a warrant.
It's the only way for you to control the narrative here.
Fair enough.
JOHN: No, I can see it coming through now, Mitch.
Thanks.
Yeah.
Kayce.
Don't worry, Dad.
This is about the only thing I'm good at.
[MUSIC.]
I'm going to get him back.
I will not face this world without him.
You understand me? I'm gonna get him back.
After you do, I want you to promise me something.
Okay.
Promise me you'll kill them.
I'm gonna kill them both.
I promise.
My brother's still there.
[MUSIC.]
[SIREN BLARING.]
Sir? Yeah, pull over.
See what they want.
[POLICE RADIO CHATTER.]
Morning.
Is my tail light out? No, tail lights are good.
Mm-hmm.
You know this isn't your kind of game, Donnie.
Too many skeletons in your closet.
Pop the trunk for me, please.
Do you really think I'm that fucking stupid, Donnie? This thing needs to come to a peaceful resolution, Malcolm.
And soon, it's the only This thing is just going to bring it down for everybody.
You just called me by my first name.
Who the fuck do you think you are? You wanna know what I wish for, Donnie? I wish to God that you had children.
Now go fuck off.
Let's go.
You have a good day.
Motherf Fuck.
Shit.
You've reached Teal.
Leave a message.
Get out of the house.
Go to Great Falls.
The Sheriff isn't our friend anymore.
Boy's not with Malcolm, John.
And you better keep your word to me here, or I'm a fucking dead man.
[MUSIC.]
[PHONE RINGS.]
Yes? FEMALE: John Dutton is on line one.
Things aren't going well, I hear.
No.
I heard from Monica's grandfather It's always the innocent who pay most dearly for the things we men do.
I recommend staying on the reservation until this is done.
He got Dan.
He'll try to get you too.
You more than anyone I'm ready for that.
I'm sending you someone.
If you're doing what I think you're doing, you'll need him.
And that lets you know where I stand.
On this, I stand with you.
Thank you.
I hope you find him, John.
And I hope he's safe.
Yeah, so do I.
Do it.
How many in the house? Just him.
As far as we know.
I need to see the warrant.
All right.
[PAPER RUSTLING.]
[GUNSHOTS.]
[GROANS.]
Where's my son? Where is he? I don't know.
Agh! Stop! Stop! There's a lot of stuff I can shoot before you die.
The Montana Free Militia.
They're who we used.
They got him.
Where do they camp? Base of the Crazies.
The Crazy Crazy Mountains.
You ever been up there? Yeah.
Up 284.
Just before Diamond City.
There's a There's a little beat up house behind a bunch of junkers.
Oh, fuck.
Oh, oh Oh, man.
I'm shot to shit.
Don't you know about my family? You didn't think we'd fight back? No.
Nobody ever fights back.
Until now.
Oh, please.
Please.
Not on the toilet.
I don't want to die on a fucking toilet.
I promised my wife I'd kill you.
All a man has is his word.
Okay, good.
You're okay, though, right? Thank God.
Come home.
What did he say? You need to make an amendment to the trust, Beth.
Read this.
Then do what it asks.
I know who loves me.
I know who's loyal.
I always have.
What does it say? None of your fucking business.
[WHISTLES.]
Come on, boy.
All right, it's your turn now.
Come on, boy, come on.
Feel kind of silly, feeding animals today.
I should be helping.
No matter what we're going through, they still gotta eat.
What's going on, Beth? Walk with me.
You know we have horses, right, Beth? Just All right.
What are we doing? I'm going to read to you.
Okay.
"My great grandfather had a dream.
"All of his sons on the same road.
"The same ranch.
"Working toward the same goal.
"That dream survived a hundred years.
"Until me.
With me it died.
"I didn't have enough sons.
"They just kept dying or quitting.
"Then one day, not too long ago, I realized that I have enough sons after all.
" I don't understand, Beth.
He's saying it's yours.
Mine.
Yours.
[SNIFFLES.]
Well, there's no accounting for taste.
But I guess it's the thought that counts.
[EXHALES DEEPLY.]
[GRUNTS.]
Will you read the, um the end of his letter again? "They just kept dying or quitting.
"Then, one day, not too long ago, I realized I have enough sons after all.
" He called me his son.
Yeah, baby.
He sure did.
[MUSIC.]
I was sent here to help.
Go get Rip.
I can't risk you, son.
What do you know, Kayce? He's with a militia.
In the Crazies.
We don't have any time.
How can I help? It's a big ask: can't attack a fortified position without knowing the strength of our enemy.
In Afghanistan, we'd send an armored vehicle into ambushes.
Draw fire to know how many we're fighting.
We don't have any armored vehicles.
I'd do it myself, but I know.
I'll draw your fire.
[MUSIC.]
You want a rifle? I'm best with my pistol.
Pistol won't pierce armor.
I won't be aiming at their chest.
Got any more of that? So he sees danger.
So he is sure-footed.
So the bullets bounce off.
So he moves fast.
You sure you don't wanna draw on me some? Won't work on you.
Yeah, I figured.
You know, of all the days to ask this of you I'm sorry it's today.
I can't think of a better day for it, sir.
I'll be covering you on your right.
Yes, sir.
Let's get in place.
You think they got night vision? Yeah, and thermal.
You can bet on it.
[EXHALES.]
I love you.
[GUNFIRE.]
Livestock! Drop your weapons! [GUNFIRE.]
Come on! Whoa.
Livestock! Drop your weapon! Down! On the ground, now! - Get the fuck down! - Livestock! Down on the ground! All the way! All the way down, now! Where's my son? Do you know where my son is? I sure do.
No! Fuck.
Hey.
Hey! Stop! Ah! Ah! [GRUNTS AND GROANS.]
You deserve a lot worse than this.
God! - Fucking cocksucker! - There you go.
Get it all out, you son of a bitch.
Tell me where my grandson is, and I'll get you to the hospital.
You have my word.
Go on, scream.
Scream 'till whatever makes you want to hurt a child to hurt me leaves you.
If there's a heaven, and I sure hope so [GRUNTS.]
This is your last chance to do something that just might get you in it.
You know, I think a lot about the ten-or-so years I've got left before there's not much left for me to do, but sit around and reminisce.
You, on the other hand, have to cram a lifetime of reminiscing into the next thirty minutes or so.
Or you can lay there and not telling me where he is will be your last thought.
Not whoever you may have loved or your brother's ninth birthday.
None of that shit.
Your entire lifetime's gonna be reduced to my grandson's face.
It's up to you, Malcolm.
What's he doing? That's Jupiter, up there.
The bright one.
Did you know that? Carter Meads.
That's his name.
Whitefish, Montana Whitefish, Montana.
I'll call for a chopper.
Get you to the hospital.
I ain't gonna make it to a hospital.
Yeah, well, I gave you my word.
I won't hold you to it.
You want company or do you want to be alone? Alone.
I w I wish we'd never met.
Yeah, I bet you do.
[HEAVY METAL MUSIC PLAYING.]
[GUNFIRE.]
Tate! Kayce, I need you to step back.
Give my guys a minute.
You don't want to see him like this, okay? See him like what? No, no, no, no! No! No! No! We got a trauma specialist on the way.
Look at me.
Look at me, buddy, it's Daddy.
- No! - It's Daddy! - [SHRIEKING.]
- It's Daddy, hey, hey.
Hey, hey.
Tate! Look at me, buddy.
Look at me, buddy.
Look at me.
It's Daddy.
It's Daddy.
It's Daddy.
Are you okay, buddy? I know you are.
I know.
[GUITAR MUSIC.]
[SIGHS.]
[SIGHS.]
You're never far away, are you? Nope.
Never far.
We're going to lose this place, you know.
Maybe so.
I can't fucking wait.
What will you do? Shit, I don't know.
Probably the same thing I'm doing here, just You know, somewhere else.
What about you, Beth? What are you gonna do? Sleep.
For a year.
Yeah.
Well, if you want some company.
You never know.
I will.
[DOOR OPENS, CLOSES.]
[SOBBING.]
["THE WEARY KIND" BY RYAN BINGHAM PLAYS.]
Your heart is on the loose You rolled them sevens with nothing to lose This ain't no place for the weary kind
[PANTING.]
[GRUNTS.]
["DADDY DOESN'T PRAY ANYMORE" BY CHRIS STAPLETON PLAYS.]
We should say goodbye to your mother.
She's not here, Dad.
Daddy doesn't pray anymore Thank you for doing this.
You're a good boy, son.
Guess he's finished talking to the Lord He used to fold his hands And bow his head down to the floor But Daddy doesn't pray anymore I remember even when the times were bad He'd thank Jesus for everything he had For a good wife and three children And the food upon our plates Everything was right and he said grace Daddy doesn't pray anymore Guess he's finished Don't let them take it away from you, son.
Not a goddamn inch.
He used to fold his hands And bow his head down to the floor Daddy doesn't pray anymore I'm gonna miss you.
No, you won't.
You'll miss who I was a long time ago.
Odds are, I was never who you thought I was anyway.
[LAUGHS.]
And when you get my age Only thing you miss is being young.
A chance to do it all over.
See that look of wonder in your grandchildren's eyes.
The look in your eyes when you was a kid.
He used to fold his hands I'm gonna miss all this.
And bow his head down to the floor But Daddy doesn't pray anymore I miss I miss your mother.
And your brother, goddammit.
Guess I miss more than I thought.
I'm tired of talkin', son.
Only took 90 years.
[GROANS.]
Hey.
Come on.
It's all right.
It's just the whiskey.
Listen to the preacher read God's word Just the whiskey.
We sang his favorite hymn and Daddy didn't make a sound You thought nobody ever knew.
Knew what, Dad? Sneak in every night steal a cookie.
And you thought nobody ever knew.
I knew.
- Daddy doesn't pray anymore - [LAUGHS.]
I guess he's finally walking with the Lord He used to fold his hands And bow his head down to the floor Daddy doesn't pray anymore My whole life is just a long series of losing things I love.
But I'm not gonna lose this one, Rip.
Not this one.
[MUSIC.]
It's 5:47.
All quiet out here.
You should get some sleep.
I'm not paying you for your fucking opinion on my sleep habits.
[SIGHS.]
[MUSIC.]
[DOOR CLOSES.]
[EXHALES.]
[MUSIC CONTINUES.]
[GRUNTS.]
[GROANS.]
[SHOUTS.]
[GROANS.]
Ah! [GROANS.]
[MUSIC CONTINUES.]
Wait.
[GASPS.]
I have every right to be here.
I have a right.
I have a right.
This is America.
[COUGHS.]
[PANTING.]
Okay.
What do we do? First I I need you clean of this, Beth.
No one's clean of this.
You can't know what we do, honey, and Tate's gotta come home to something.
Give me this, please.
What he's doing is irrational.
He's not considering consequences.
Maybe it's from arrogance or "Why" doesn't matter.
[SOMBER MUSIC.]
This is going to be the end of us.
But we're going to do it anyway.
[POLICE RADIO CHATTER.]
[POLICE RADIO CHATTER.]
[CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKING.]
[POLICE RADIO CHATTER.]
Believe me now? Now what? Now you choose sides.
They've got me over a fucking barrel, John.
I understand, Donnie, but they have my grandson.
Fuck.
Look, I can't clean this up.
How do we hide this? You trust me every step of the way.
They are never gonna tell you where Yes, they will.
- Choose, Donnie.
- There's no hiding this.
This isn't what you'll have to hide.
How long can you keep it quiet? A day, tops.
Tops.
What kind of security do the Becks have? They use off-duty officers.
Rent them through the department.
Are those officers your friends? They're my cousins.
You tell them to stand down.
- John, I gotta - Donnie, I I don't have time to play this game with you, Donnie.
- Have 'em stand down.
- All right.
All right.
Okay.
If you're going to do this, John, you gotta do it right: you gotta make it about cattle.
You gotta get a warrant.
It's the only way for you to control the narrative here.
Fair enough.
JOHN: No, I can see it coming through now, Mitch.
Thanks.
Yeah.
Kayce.
Don't worry, Dad.
This is about the only thing I'm good at.
[MUSIC.]
I'm going to get him back.
I will not face this world without him.
You understand me? I'm gonna get him back.
After you do, I want you to promise me something.
Okay.
Promise me you'll kill them.
I'm gonna kill them both.
I promise.
My brother's still there.
[MUSIC.]
[SIREN BLARING.]
Sir? Yeah, pull over.
See what they want.
[POLICE RADIO CHATTER.]
Morning.
Is my tail light out? No, tail lights are good.
Mm-hmm.
You know this isn't your kind of game, Donnie.
Too many skeletons in your closet.
Pop the trunk for me, please.
Do you really think I'm that fucking stupid, Donnie? This thing needs to come to a peaceful resolution, Malcolm.
And soon, it's the only This thing is just going to bring it down for everybody.
You just called me by my first name.
Who the fuck do you think you are? You wanna know what I wish for, Donnie? I wish to God that you had children.
Now go fuck off.
Let's go.
You have a good day.
Motherf Fuck.
Shit.
You've reached Teal.
Leave a message.
Get out of the house.
Go to Great Falls.
The Sheriff isn't our friend anymore.
Boy's not with Malcolm, John.
And you better keep your word to me here, or I'm a fucking dead man.
[MUSIC.]
[PHONE RINGS.]
Yes? FEMALE: John Dutton is on line one.
Things aren't going well, I hear.
No.
I heard from Monica's grandfather It's always the innocent who pay most dearly for the things we men do.
I recommend staying on the reservation until this is done.
He got Dan.
He'll try to get you too.
You more than anyone I'm ready for that.
I'm sending you someone.
If you're doing what I think you're doing, you'll need him.
And that lets you know where I stand.
On this, I stand with you.
Thank you.
I hope you find him, John.
And I hope he's safe.
Yeah, so do I.
Do it.
How many in the house? Just him.
As far as we know.
I need to see the warrant.
All right.
[PAPER RUSTLING.]
[GUNSHOTS.]
[GROANS.]
Where's my son? Where is he? I don't know.
Agh! Stop! Stop! There's a lot of stuff I can shoot before you die.
The Montana Free Militia.
They're who we used.
They got him.
Where do they camp? Base of the Crazies.
The Crazy Crazy Mountains.
You ever been up there? Yeah.
Up 284.
Just before Diamond City.
There's a There's a little beat up house behind a bunch of junkers.
Oh, fuck.
Oh, oh Oh, man.
I'm shot to shit.
Don't you know about my family? You didn't think we'd fight back? No.
Nobody ever fights back.
Until now.
Oh, please.
Please.
Not on the toilet.
I don't want to die on a fucking toilet.
I promised my wife I'd kill you.
All a man has is his word.
Okay, good.
You're okay, though, right? Thank God.
Come home.
What did he say? You need to make an amendment to the trust, Beth.
Read this.
Then do what it asks.
I know who loves me.
I know who's loyal.
I always have.
What does it say? None of your fucking business.
[WHISTLES.]
Come on, boy.
All right, it's your turn now.
Come on, boy, come on.
Feel kind of silly, feeding animals today.
I should be helping.
No matter what we're going through, they still gotta eat.
What's going on, Beth? Walk with me.
You know we have horses, right, Beth? Just All right.
What are we doing? I'm going to read to you.
Okay.
"My great grandfather had a dream.
"All of his sons on the same road.
"The same ranch.
"Working toward the same goal.
"That dream survived a hundred years.
"Until me.
With me it died.
"I didn't have enough sons.
"They just kept dying or quitting.
"Then one day, not too long ago, I realized that I have enough sons after all.
" I don't understand, Beth.
He's saying it's yours.
Mine.
Yours.
[SNIFFLES.]
Well, there's no accounting for taste.
But I guess it's the thought that counts.
[EXHALES DEEPLY.]
[GRUNTS.]
Will you read the, um the end of his letter again? "They just kept dying or quitting.
"Then, one day, not too long ago, I realized I have enough sons after all.
" He called me his son.
Yeah, baby.
He sure did.
[MUSIC.]
I was sent here to help.
Go get Rip.
I can't risk you, son.
What do you know, Kayce? He's with a militia.
In the Crazies.
We don't have any time.
How can I help? It's a big ask: can't attack a fortified position without knowing the strength of our enemy.
In Afghanistan, we'd send an armored vehicle into ambushes.
Draw fire to know how many we're fighting.
We don't have any armored vehicles.
I'd do it myself, but I know.
I'll draw your fire.
[MUSIC.]
You want a rifle? I'm best with my pistol.
Pistol won't pierce armor.
I won't be aiming at their chest.
Got any more of that? So he sees danger.
So he is sure-footed.
So the bullets bounce off.
So he moves fast.
You sure you don't wanna draw on me some? Won't work on you.
Yeah, I figured.
You know, of all the days to ask this of you I'm sorry it's today.
I can't think of a better day for it, sir.
I'll be covering you on your right.
Yes, sir.
Let's get in place.
You think they got night vision? Yeah, and thermal.
You can bet on it.
[EXHALES.]
I love you.
[GUNFIRE.]
Livestock! Drop your weapons! [GUNFIRE.]
Come on! Whoa.
Livestock! Drop your weapon! Down! On the ground, now! - Get the fuck down! - Livestock! Down on the ground! All the way! All the way down, now! Where's my son? Do you know where my son is? I sure do.
No! Fuck.
Hey.
Hey! Stop! Ah! Ah! [GRUNTS AND GROANS.]
You deserve a lot worse than this.
God! - Fucking cocksucker! - There you go.
Get it all out, you son of a bitch.
Tell me where my grandson is, and I'll get you to the hospital.
You have my word.
Go on, scream.
Scream 'till whatever makes you want to hurt a child to hurt me leaves you.
If there's a heaven, and I sure hope so [GRUNTS.]
This is your last chance to do something that just might get you in it.
You know, I think a lot about the ten-or-so years I've got left before there's not much left for me to do, but sit around and reminisce.
You, on the other hand, have to cram a lifetime of reminiscing into the next thirty minutes or so.
Or you can lay there and not telling me where he is will be your last thought.
Not whoever you may have loved or your brother's ninth birthday.
None of that shit.
Your entire lifetime's gonna be reduced to my grandson's face.
It's up to you, Malcolm.
What's he doing? That's Jupiter, up there.
The bright one.
Did you know that? Carter Meads.
That's his name.
Whitefish, Montana Whitefish, Montana.
I'll call for a chopper.
Get you to the hospital.
I ain't gonna make it to a hospital.
Yeah, well, I gave you my word.
I won't hold you to it.
You want company or do you want to be alone? Alone.
I w I wish we'd never met.
Yeah, I bet you do.
[HEAVY METAL MUSIC PLAYING.]
[GUNFIRE.]
Tate! Kayce, I need you to step back.
Give my guys a minute.
You don't want to see him like this, okay? See him like what? No, no, no, no! No! No! No! We got a trauma specialist on the way.
Look at me.
Look at me, buddy, it's Daddy.
- No! - It's Daddy! - [SHRIEKING.]
- It's Daddy, hey, hey.
Hey, hey.
Tate! Look at me, buddy.
Look at me, buddy.
Look at me.
It's Daddy.
It's Daddy.
It's Daddy.
Are you okay, buddy? I know you are.
I know.
[GUITAR MUSIC.]
[SIGHS.]
[SIGHS.]
You're never far away, are you? Nope.
Never far.
We're going to lose this place, you know.
Maybe so.
I can't fucking wait.
What will you do? Shit, I don't know.
Probably the same thing I'm doing here, just You know, somewhere else.
What about you, Beth? What are you gonna do? Sleep.
For a year.
Yeah.
Well, if you want some company.
You never know.
I will.
[DOOR OPENS, CLOSES.]
[SOBBING.]
["THE WEARY KIND" BY RYAN BINGHAM PLAYS.]
Your heart is on the loose You rolled them sevens with nothing to lose This ain't no place for the weary kind