(grunts and groans)
- Do you know how stupid you both look?
You look ridiculous.
(grunts)
(deep breathing)
- No I was talking about our families.
- I told you I don't have one.
- That's what we have in common.
- Excuse me.
You wanna dance?
- Sorry man, we're having a conversation.
- I didn't ask you to dance.
I asked her.
- I'm good buddy, thanks.
- So that's a no.
- Yeah, that's a no.
- Jimmy.
Answer's no, buddy.
We're having a serious conversation.
- So uh, fuck off.
- What the fuck did you just say to me huh?
- Sorry.
Fuck off.
- All right motherfucker.
I'll just fuck off over here.
Be right over here motherfucker.
- You need to learn the art of deescalation.
- We're with the Yellowstone.
No one's gonna mess with us.
(men fighting)
(bottle breaking)
(fighting sounds)
- Yo, what the fuck?
You son of a bitch.
(group fighting)
(country music)
- That's why you don't go to the bar without me.
- (laughs) Yeah, you shouldn't go to bars at all.
Not a good thing happens there.
Not a one.
- This feels broken.
- This is what we get for trying to be a hero.
- What the fuck happened?
(knocks on door)
- What's going on?
- Bunch of the wranglers got worked over.
- What do you mean worked over?
- Had the hell beat outta 'em.
- I'll take care of this.
(door slams)
Said I'll take care of it.
- You don't get to tell me what to do anymore.
(engine rumbling)
♪ And believin' in all those words that are written in red ♪
♪ Cause I've been hanging on a wing and a prayer ♪
♪ Double darin', temptin' fate and flyin' by ♪
♪ And I ain't sayin' that I'm worth savin' ♪
- Whoa.
- Holy shit.
(people yelling)
(glasses clattering)
(people yelling)
(bull moos)
(suspenseful music)
(people yelling) (bull mooing)
- Jimmy you fucking call em out, you hear me.
Call em out Jimmy.
- Him, yes.
(thud) (man groans)
(swoosh)
- What in the...
(engine rumbling)
They cut the fucking fence.
- It's too early to get in a fight.
(rock music playing)
- Hey.
How you doing?
- What do these rednecks want?
- Listen, you can't be here.
It's private property.
- Oh, this is National Park.
- That's National Park.
This is the Dutton Ranch.
- Sign says Yellowstone got a big fucking Y on it.
- The Y is for the Yellowstone Ranch.
- You said Dutton Ranch.
- It's the Yellowstone Dutton Ranch.
Listen, I need you to move across the road
or I'm gonna have to cite you for trespassing.
(crowd mumbling)
- That badge says livestock agent.
- That's right.
- Ooh, it's like the cow police.
(group laughs)
- Look at this pink haired hick mad dogging me.
You got a problem bitch.
- What the fuck did you just say to me?
- I called you a fucking...
(people fighting)
(group fighting)
- You gotta be fucking kidding me.
(engine revs up)
Fuck 'em.
- Motherfucker.
(people fighting)
You're a fucking dead man.
(people fighting)
(grunts and yells)
- I'll fucking shoot you.
- It'll be the last fucking thing you ever do.
- You better get after it then.
Too late.
- Which one of these assholes is the boss of you?
Which one of these motherfuckers?
- The big guy with the beard.
- Him.
Him.
Get up.
I'm gonna give you one last chance.
You leave now or you never leave.
I'll bury you where you fucking stand.
Get the fuck out of here.
- You heard him.
- Let's go get outta here.
- Let's go.
- Get the fuck outta here.
Lloyd, you cover my back.
- Got you.
Colby, you all right?
- Think I broke my hand.
- That's a far cry from your heart.
Ryan?
- All I did was ask him to leave.
- You're alright, come on.
How about you Teeter?
You okay?
- That is fun.
- Bunch of assholes taking the scenic route to Sturgis.
- Yeah.
- You know when they come back for them bikes,
they're gonna fuck this field up something fierce.
- Probably so.
Let's go fix the fence.
Come on.
(motorcycle engines rumbling)
(swoosh)
- This shit ends here.
All of it.
- I got no reason to fight.
- Now you got no reason Walker?
- Hell, you fired my only reason.
- You're gonna stand in that fucking round pin all day
every day until this shit is behind you.
- All right.
Here's your chance.
Know how much you like it when I got my back turned to you.
- Let's dance.
(men fighting)
- Boy, get over here.
(men fighting)
- (screams)
- The only painless way to learn this lesson is to watch it.
(men fighting)
- You ain't done.
(unsettling music)
(men fighting)
(unsettling music)
(men fighting)
- (screams)
(yells) Fuck.
(men fighting)
- Get up.
You ain't done.
Get up.
Or I'm gonna come in there with you.
(swoosh)
- (inaudible)
Didn't she?
Yeah, she did.
- Didn't you three girls get fired?
- He didn't say we couldn't come back.
- That's exactly what it means when you get fired.
It means you're not supposed to come back ever.
- So if I get fired from McDonald's,
I can never go back to McDonald's and get something to eat.
- She's got a point.
- She'd have a point, if we sold hamburgers Lloyd.
- Well we kinda do make hamburgers that we sell.
- Hey.
- Well, well, well.
- It's the Texas kid.
- Hey.
- Look who it is.
- How y'all doing?
- Everyone's great here, Jimmy.
- Everyone except for Ryan.
- Fuck you.
- Oh, you can always do one of those payday loans.
- You can see things haven't changed here.
Pull up a chair.
- Actually I'm gonna need two chairs.
- Why?
- Oh.
- Rut row.
- That's gonna go over like a fart in church.
- Everyone, this is Emily.
She's a vet down at the 6666s and she's my fiance.
- Oh shit.
- No, no, no.
(group fighting)
(people yelling)
- Kick her fucking ass.
Kick her fucking ass.
- Emily, Emily.
- I got 20 on Texas.
- No, no, no.
- Fucking barrel racers.
- That's enough, come on.
- Fuck you.
(yelling)
- Whoa.
Whoa.
- Freaking mess.
- Well shit.
- It's always good to exercise after a long drive.
What are the chances there's some whiskey in here?
- Chances are good.
- Nice hook (laughs).
- Looks like this one's free.
- It is now.
- What's the game?
- Whatever you want it to be.
(swoosh)
- Aren't you a tall drink of water?
- What are you doing?
- What?
- I'm married, darling.
- Me too (laughs).
- Yeah.
And where's your husband at then?
- He's in Sacramento. (laughs)
- Where's your wife?
- My wife is standing right over there
staring at you.
- I'll handle this.
- No don't do that now.
- I'm gonna.
- Hey.
- Well shit.
Lloyd.
Hey Lloyd.
We're done.
- It ain't midnight yet.
- Midnight enough.
(glass breaks)
(group fighting)
- Fuck.
Get your fucking hands off of me.
- Hey.
- Hey, easy.
(door slams)
- Back against that wall.
- You know who that is, don't you?
- I know exactly who that is.
- You need to stop worrying about her.
Start worrying about you.
- Fucking bouncer put her in a choke hold.
Okay?
All 110 pounds of her.
What would you do if that was your fucking wife?
- I hear you,
but this ain't the old fucking days.
And the sheriff he doesn't put up with this shit.
- All right, all right.
- Decided to come to town and toss the entire bar I see.
- You put your hands on my wife and you get the horn.
- The fucking bouncers had her in a choke hold.
- I could charge every one of you with battery.
- You could.
You could charge the whole fucking bar if you like.