Paramount smash hit breaking all records. Greatest QB of all time.
A marriage made in heaven. But how to arrange it?
I see no evidence that Tom can ride a horse or rope a calf.
At 20 yards, he could knock a cattle rustler off his horse with a pass. The scumbag would writhe on the ground with a broken face. But I’m looking for more than a cameo.
All right, wait. An idea is forming.
Tom is on the run.
He has proof that the Attorney General of the United States, in early 2020, was in on the plan to declare a national state of emergency and institute COVID lockdowns.
You see, that plan had nothing to with health concerns or a virus. It was the main element of a coup to transfer power to Anthony Fauci and essentially make him de facto President.
That’s a pretty hot story line. The coup was all about torpedoing the economy and…let’s see…putting the nation into receivership.
Meaning: Behind the scenes, China would say, “Listen, we’re holding the lion’s share of the US national debt, and if you don’t want us to call in all your outstanding payments, we’ll need a few new perks.”
Like, I don’t know, control of the future destiny of America.
Nah. Too far out. Preposterous. As we all know, the federal government is filled with staunch patriots who would never sell out their country.
OK, let’s rethink.
Brady has a stick filled with FBI files. We don’t know how he got it but he has it.
The files prove the Bureau planted 37 assets into the gaggles of January 6 protestors who entered the Capitol Building. The 37 weren’t there to prevent the break-in. They were PROVOKING it.
Hmm. Crazy notion. The FBI has NEVER done anything like that. But as story line, it plays. It has a certain…tingle. Brady is desperate to get the truth out there and set the record straight.
The press won’t come to his aid. They refuse to look at his evidence. Media bias. It’s a bullshit myth of course---the American media always play it straight---but again, we can sell it as gripping fiction.
Brady is on the run. From the FBI.
He shows up at the Dutton ranch haggard, exhausted, all fucked up. He’d narrowly escaped arrest at a whorehouse in Nevada, where he was holed up in a tiny attic compartment the management was using to store Tampax, condoms, and STD test kits.
One of the whores was an undercover federal agent. She stabbed Tom in the shoulder with a dinner knife as he fled into the night desert.
At the Dutton ranch, he sneaks into the barn, crawls into a stall with Jimmy’s old horse, Ray, and falls asleep at Ray’s feet.
The next day, Tom meets…Beth Dutton.
And everything changes.
As she disinfects and bandages his shoulder wound and listens to his story, distant bells begin going off in her head. She picks up her cell, does a quick search, and finds a bio of Caroline Warner. Stay with me now.
Caroline Warner is the CEO of Market Equities, the octopus corporation trying to grab the Dutton ranch, screw the Dutton family, and build a new Montana tourist city catering to rich assholes from all over the world.
Caroline Warner is the enemy. The fate of the Duttons is wrapped up in the outcome of their life and death war with her.
Her bio reveals she once served as a special consultant to Roger Goodell, commissioner of the NFL.
Warner had floated a plan to create a new NFL franchise in Montana.
The Montana Rough Riders.
Of course, to make the franchise work, the state would have had to undergo a development revolution. Big airports. Hotels. More casinos. Resorts. Highways. Every brain-numbing modern add-on possible.
Beth drops her cell phone, lights a cigarette, takes a deep puff, blows out the smoke, looks over at Tom, and says, “Mr. All Time Motherfucker GOAT Hero of this world, Caroline couldn’t sell it, but you will. You’re about to become the owner of a new NFL team in Montana. The Ranchers.”
In ensuing episodes, we’re dealt pieces of Beth’s master plan.
Tom Brady is unstoppable. What Brady wants, Brady gets. That’s a given. That’s the pin that holds everything together.
The explosive FBI files he has---that’s leverage.
Beth takes the stick with the files, wraps it in plastic, and hides it in the ass of a dead rustler the Duttons killed seven years ago and buried in the hills. Beth and Rip dig up the corpse in a wooden box, shove the stick up his ass, and put the box back in the ground.
Now Beth puts in a call to Caroline Warner and sets up a meeting.
At the meet, in an old outhouse on Dutton property, Beth deals. “I’ve got the ear of Tom Brady. He’s going to be the owner of a new NFL Franchise, the Montana Ranchers.”
“I’m going to build a football field on the edge of our property. That’s where the games will be played. Before every game, we’ll be televising rodeo action, cattle herding, contests from our shooting range. Songs, drinking, and such. Cowboy stuff.”
“THERE WILL BE NO FANS AT THE GAMES.”
“Just like during COVID.”
“The landscape will remain pure, pristine, untouched. No traffic. No parking lot. No people.”
“The novelty of that gorgeous empty country setting will be riveting for the TV audience. Paramount will buy the TV rights. Rip, our wayward child Carter, foul-mouth bunkhouse Teeter, and I will chip in commentary during the games. Jim Nantz, the mellow voice of The Ranchers, will take all kinds of shit from us.”
“Tom will be at every game.”
“There will be NO Market Equities development of Montana land. No development of any kind. That bullshit stops now. You, Caroline, will become 40% owner of the new team. Big share. But minority share. Brady and the Duttons are the majority.”
“I estimate your annual take from team gross---when you figure in the enormous merchandise sales---will be on the order of $200 million. You’ll be a star. You can leverage that into all sorts of advantages elsewhere for Market Equities.”
“You’re going to talk to Roger Goodell. You’re going to tell him we have ironclad explosive evidence the FBI provoked and led the Capitol break-in on January 6. In a minute, I’ll show you that evidence. I’ve made a copy. I’m going to destroy the copy. But I can make others. If ANYTHING happens to Brady or the Duttons, the files will be posted all over the fucking Internet in a matter of seconds, and before anybody can stop it, people will download them and distribute them and all sorts of big-time shitheels will be exposed.”
“If Roger Goodell convinces the owners to OK the new Montana franchise, the files will never be released. He has friends at the FBI. He can handle that part of the arrangement with them, and they can pressure the NFL owners to approve the new Montana team.”
Caroline smiles a crooked smile.
“You’re really quite a cunt, Beth,” she says.
“Coming from you, that’s a high compliment, Caroline.”
“Deal. I’m in.”
Of course in later seasons of Yellowstone, we’ll be revisiting those FBI files, and they won’t stay hidden. But by then, Brady won’t be on the show.
He won’t be on the Tampa Bay Bucs, either.
He’ll be playing QB where he belongs…with the San Francisco 49ers.
Leading them to his 8th Super Bowl victory.
And Yellowstone will be drawing an audience of 100 million for every episode. As it should. Because it’s the story of an America where people don’t back down, no matter what.
-- Jon Rappoport