Heartland (2007–…): Season 10, Episode 16 - A Long Shot - full transcript

Amy: Previously on "Heartland."

- I figure you know about me and Lou.

- I don't want to,
but yeah, I do.

- Sweating bullets thinking
about telling you today.

- Well, don't sweat bullets
on my account,

save that for Tim.

- Just wish Adam trusted me,
but... he didn't.

- Why? What do you mean?

- He read my texts
and now I can never trust him.

(Distorted soundscape)
(Thud)

- Dude, you are burning up.
- I just need some sleep.



I'll feel better when
I get some rest.

(Sheep bleat)

(Grunt efforts)

- What's the first thing you're
gonna do when you get back?

I'm dreaming of a tall,
cold brewskie

and a long, hot shower.
- Oh.

(Distorted soundscape)
(Tired exhale)

- Ooh.
- You okay?

- Yeah-yeah, I'm fine.
- You sure?

(Distorted soundscape)

- Argh.

Bob: Hey! Get up.

- Yeah-yeah, I'm...
I'm okay, man.

(Falling grunts)



(Birds chirp)

(Blankets rustle)

(Happy sigh)

(Music plays and computer beeps)

- Well, look what the cat dragged in.

- (Chuckles) Hey, Jack.

- You're here early.
What, you miss it that much?

- No, the winter hay for the trail horses
gets in this morning,

so I thought I'd get an early
jump on these chores.

- It's good to have you back.
How did you like New York?

- Uh, I gotta say I'm not
entirely sold on the place.

- Yeah? No argument here,

I don't care much
for the big cities,

or traveling at all for that matter.
The only reason I do it, is Lisa.

- Well, I gotta say if I had
to be in New York,

it was pretty great
to be there with Lou.

Tim: What?!

What were you doing
in New York with Lou?

(Crow caws)

(Car rumbles up)

(Paint splatters,
horses whinny)

(Horses whinny)

(Paint splatters)

Boy: Go, go, go.

Jack: Hold it right there!

Mitch: Hey stop!

(Engine roars, tires screech)

(Boys laughing)

(Remy barks)

(Theme song)

♪ And at the break of day
you sank into your dream ♪

♪ You dreamer
Oh, oh, oh, oh ♪

♪ You dreamer ♪

♪ You dreamer ♪

Georgie: Come on, Remi.
Jack: Whoa! Whoa!

Georgie: Come on, Remi.
Jack: Whoa! Whoa!

(Remy barks)

Whoa! What's going on?

- I'm not sure.
- Here.

Where's Phoenix?
Amy: Dad!

- Amy, you stay back.
- No, just let me get Spartan.

- There no telling what
these horses might do.

- I promise I'll be careful.
Georgie: Phoenix.

Phoenix is covered in paint,
or something...!

Tim: Easy, easy, easy.
- Easy, Phoenix.

- Georgie, just be careful!

- It's okay... Phoenix!

Wait! Come back!

Jack: Phoenix!

Tim: Easy. Whoa, whoa, whoa.

(Nervous exhales)

- (Grimaces)
- Oh, boy.

Fun stuff.

- What?

- Well...

looks like you got a visitor.

- What's that for?

- Looks like it's still in there.
- What?

- Hold on.

Come on.

- (Pained exhale)
- Yeah!

Got it.

- Is that a tick?
- Yeah, I'd say so.

- We got it. Good.

- (Relieved exhale)

- I have to go how before
Phoenix gets too far!

- We're doing this the right way.
I'm going with you.

End of story.
- Grandpa's right.

I'll help you get the horses
tacked up.

Georgie: Come on, Trouble.
- Yeah. Okay, good.

Yeah, somebody will be here.
Yeah, thank you.

All right. Okay. The police are sending
someone over to take a statement.

- Do you guys want me to ride
out with you, Jack?

- Naw, everything's under control.
I doubt Phoenix got far.

You go deal with that hay.
- The hay?

Some idiot just took a potshot
at our horses.

- I'm aware of that.
- Well, I feel like

I should go and try to find
the punks who did it.

- Well, I think you should let
the police handle it.

- All right, I gotta stack and cover
this hay before it rains tonight.

- Tim, maybe you can
give him a hand?

- Oh, uh, no. I got it.

- Oh, you got it?
Oh, you don't need my help?

(Laughs) No-no, I'll help you.

Yeah, give us a chance to talk.

Keep us in the loop, Jack.
All right, let's go.

- Yeah. I'll get over there
as soon as I can.

- Easy. Trouble, you're fine.

- I'm not sure taking him
is such a good idea, Georgie.

- I know,
but he's Phoenix's buddy.

Maybe it'll help lure him to us.

- It's just, he was out there
in the middle of all this

and he's still pretty spooky.

- The police are on their way.

Georgie, you ready?
- Yeah, I'm ready.

It's okay.
- Just be careful, okay?

I'll be here.
- All right.

All right, come on, Trouble,
let's find Phoenix.

(Hooves clop)

(Worried sigh)

(Doors shut)

- Look, Tim, Lou and I were
planning on telling you about us.

- I'm not surprised. You've been
playing that angle from the start.

- That's not true. Yeah,
we had a thing for each other,

but we tried to ignore it
for a long time.

- Yeah. Not long enough.

Agh.

(Engine sputters)

- Ah...

I don't get it,
it was working fine yesterday.

- Let me look at it.
(Engine sputters)

Try it.

(Engine sputters)

Try it again.

(Engine sputters)

Okay, okay! Whoa!

It's the alternator.
- What?

- Jack should have replaced it
months ago.

- Perfect.

I wanted to use the bucket
to lift the bales.

- Well, that's not gonna happen.
So what's your contingency plan?

- I didn't expect I'd need one.

- Mitch, life on a ranch
is unpredictable.

You gotta have a backup plan
for worst-case scenarios.

Kind of like when your daughter
is dating a ranch hand...

with no real prospects...
- Perfect. Here we go.

- We're gonna have to do it by hand.
You afraid to break a sweat?

No. (Stutters)
- Good. Good.

Let's go.

- (sighs) Great.

Georgie: Phoenix!

What if we don't find him?

- It'll be okay.
Phoenix knows his way home.

- What if he doesn't wanna
come back?

- Why wouldn't he wanna come
back? You're here.

- I haven't been paying much
attention to him lately.

Mallory jumped him
when she was here.

I just keep remembering how
much we used to do together.

- Phoenix is well cared for.
He seems plenty happy to me.

You sure that's what
you're worried about?

This wouldn't have something
to do with Adam, now would it?

-I ah... I ended things with him.

- Yeah, I figured.
I haven't seen him around lately.

- I'm kind of regretting it though.

I'm really missing him.

I was gonna talk to him today
at the reserve about everything.

- That's good.
It's good to be upfront.

Keep in mind there's no telling
how things will end up.

(Tuck rumbles up)

(Remy barks)

(Engine shuts off, keys jingle)

- Hey.

- Hi, there. Can I help you?

- Yeah. I hope so.

I'm uh, Claire. Claire Wallace.

Are you Amy Fleming?
-I am.

- Great. Yeah. I was just
passing through Hudson...

I stopped there for a coffee
and heard

all about your amazing
work with horses.

But obviously one important
detail was left out!

I'm sorry. I never would have
stopped by if I'd known.

- Oh, it's okay, I'm still
working with client horses,

I'm just not riding at the moment.
But today isn't really a great day.

- Sorry, to drop in on you like this.
I should've called first.

I'm just not sure what
to do with my horse,

and I'm only in the area
for today so...

- Well, you're already here...

I might as well take a look.
- Yeah?

- Yeah.
- Great.

- Is he a Canadian breed horse?
- Yeah, he is actually.

His official name
is Shady Lane King Shamrock,

believe it or not,
but I just call him Shamrock.

- Wow, he is beautiful.

I've never worked with
a Canadian before.

- Oh yeah?
Shamrock is my mother's horse.

Well, he was her horse... she uh,

she passed a couple of months ago.

- I'm sorry to hear that.
- Thanks.

Yeah. My mom was passionate
about promoting the breed.

Actually, that's why I'm here.

She was planning to compete
in the versatile horse

and rider competition
in Springfield next month.

- Yeah.
- Yeah.

That's all she talked about
those last weeks.

So I want to compete on
Shamrock, for her.

He's great at navigating
most obstacles,

I'm just having trouble getting
him to back up on command.

- Okay, why don't you just show me?
- Okay. Yeah. Sure.

Do you mind grabbing a bridle?
They're just inside the trailer door.

- Sure.
- So do you own this place?

- My grandfather does.
- Yeah?

What's his name?
- Jack Bartlett.

- You find them?
- Yeah...

Here you are.
- Okay.

- (Sighs)

- C'mon. Whoa!

Okay.

C'mon, Shamrock.

Back it up.

Back it up.

Back. Whoa!

Back it up.

Whoa! Whoa.

That's exactly what
happens every time.

He has trouble reining back
at first,

and then he goes all crooked
when he does.

- Okay. I think I can help.

Why don't we start
from the ground first.

- Sure.

- So uh, who did you say
recommended me in Hudson?

I just, I like to thank them.

- Ah... you know, I didn't
catch the name actually.

Should we get started?

- Yeah. If you don't mind
I'm gonna work with him first.

And I'll just start him out
backwards.

And it looks like
he has a tendency

to drift off to the right.
- Yeah.

- See there. He's just wanting
to head over there.

So when you're on his back,
(clicks tongue)

You're gonna have to use
that leg to keep him over.

Right now I'll use the end
of this whip.

Apply a little bit of pressure

to get him going back that way.

And then you can release the pressure
when you need him to turn.

And then you might need
to switch,

you might need to some pressure
on with this leg.

You just feel what he is doing.
- Right.

- And correct as he goes.
- Well, that's better already.

- There we go. Good boy.
I like to do this

a few more times from the ground
and then we can try it in the saddle.

- Okay, sounds good. Maybe I should try.
- Actually...

I need to cut to the chase...

I saw an article in your trailer
about my grandfather.

I don't know what's going on?

But are you here because of
your horse or because of him?

- Look, the truth is...

my mother knew Jack...
years ago.

And actually I knew him too,
when I was a kid.

- Why didn't you just say that?

- I don't know.

I-I should have. I'm sorry.

It's just, I've got some
pretty private business

to discuss with Jack
on behalf of my mother.

But my problem with Shamrock is legit.

I do wanna compete with him
next month and I need your help.

- There's Grandpa how.

(Hooves thud)

(Tack jingles)

- (Sighs)

- Yeah, you know,
Lou's the whole package.

She is smart, she's ambitious,
she's a great mother.

- Yeah, she's an amazing woman.

- And you really see yourself
fitting in into that picture?

- What's that supposed to mean?

- I know what Jack pays you.

You're living in a rundown,
borrowed trailer.

You think that's gonna be good
enough for Lou and her girls?

- You know, I don't plan on
being a ranch hand forever... right?

- Really? Well, actions speak louder
than words.

- No luck?

- I think we should still
be out there looking.

You know what? Phoenix will
find his way home.

- You sound like Jack.

- Grandpa, this is Claire Wallace.

She thinks you two
may have met before.

- No. I don't think so.
- Well, I'm not surprised

you don't recognize me, Mr. Bartlett.

I probably haven't seen you
since I was eight years old.

And I don't go by Nash anymore.

- Claire? Little Claire?
You're Gil and Paula's girl?

- Yeah. It's been a long time.

- Yeah. It's ah...

how is Paula doing?

- Mom passed a couple of months
ago actually.

- I'm-I'm sorry to hear that.

Your mother,
she was a fine woman.

- Thank you. Yeah.

Listen, I...I'm wondering
if I might be able

to talk to you for a couple
of minutes.

- Oh, sure. By all means.

Just come on up to the house?

- Great. I just need to grab
something out of my trailer.

Bob: Look, man, you're
in no condition to travel.

- I'm okay. I just need
to get back to Amy, and I'll be fine.

- I understand that, but we should
hold up, and reschedule

and leave in a day or two.
- Bob, I can't miss this flight, okay?

She could have the baby
at any time.

(Grunts)

Let's go.

Bob... you gotta do this
for me, okay? Please.

I gotta make it home.

- Just for the record?
This is nuts.

(Engine starts,
Jeep rumbles away)

- Yeah. We grew up together,
your dad and I.

- Really? Wow, I did not
know that.

- (Small chuckle)

- You know, after his accident,

Mom didn't talk
about him very much.

I think it was too painful for her.

- Well, it was a...
a terrible tragedy.

- Yeah. She didn't want to have anything
to do with the rodeo after he died.

- We can't really blame her
for that.

- She packed up, moved to
Montana and never looked back.

- Oh.

- She did talk about you
from time to time though.

- Oh.

- But I guess that makes sense...

since you two stayed in touch.

- I'm not sure what that means.

- My mom recorded everything.

It's all documented here.
All...

all the... payments.

- Well, it wasn't much.

Like I said, Gil was an old friend.

- Right. Well...

I'm handling my mom's affairs,

and she wanted you to have this.

- What's this?

- It's repayment for all your...

all your support.

- I never asked for that.

- Sorry to interrupt.

The constable is here, Grandpa.
- Okay.

It is good to see you, Claire,

but I won't be changing my mind.

Amy: Is everything all right?

- Yeah. It's fine.

- So? Shall we get back at it?

- Yeah.
- Okay.

- So there's nothing you can do?

- It sounds like it was a couple
of young punks out for a joyride.

Chances are they won't be back.
- That may be so,

but you are gonna try
to track 'em down, right?

- I mean, they did shoot
at our horses.

- Well, luckily, it was just
a paintball gun.

It could have been worse.

Any chance somebody
has a grudge against you?

- You think someone might
have targeted us?

I'm pretty sure
that's not the case.

- Yeah. I'll file a report.

Not a lot to go on,

but it will be given
the appropriate attention.

I'll be in touch
if anything turns up.

- Thank you.

- So, basically, he's not gonna
do anything.

- It'll be all right.

Adam. Hey, I was just about to
head to the reserve. What's up?

- I just called Scott to tell him
I can't make it.

- Is everything okay?

- Well, someone shot Phoenix
with a paintball gun!

The police were just here,

but they're not taking it seriously.

Could you maybe talk
to your dad?

- Yeah. Tell me what happened.

- What did the police say?

- (Chuckles) Well...

I'm not sure we're a top
priority for them right now.

- Grandpa? What's going on
with Claire?

How do you know her
and her mother?

And was that a cheque?

- It's not up for discussion, Amy.

Sometimes it's better if the past
just stays where it belongs.

(Phone rings)

Yeah. That's your dad.
I better fill him in.

Hey, Tim.

Yeah, the police just left.

- Yeah. Okay, Jack,
I'll check in with you later.

All right.

Phoenix still isn't back.

I think I better ride out see if I can find
him when I'm done here.

- You know, this would all go a lot faster,
if you actually just pitched in.

- You're lucky I'm helping you at all.

You know who's not afraid
of hard work?

- No. But I'm pretty sure
you're gonna tell me.

- Peter.

Sure, he's away from home
a little bit too much,

but that's because he's got a big job,
he earns big bucks.

He's a provider,
he's a good father.

- When did you become such
a big fan of Peter?

- What do you know about it?

- Only what Lou tells me.

Sounds like you never liked the guy.
Isn't that why you call him the General?

- That's none of your business.
- You sure about that?

"Cause it sounds to me
like a classic case

of a father never thinking
anyone is good enough

for his daughter. Isn't that
what you really think?

- You know what I really think...

I think it's time for somebody
to get up here.

So I'm guessing that's gonna be you.

You gonna volunteer,
'cause it's an easy job.

- Not a chance.

Besides it's kinda the old
guy's job, isn't it?

(Grunts)

(Knock on door)

- (Sighs)

(Door opens)

What're you doing here?

- My dad said he'll check into it.

I don't know...
I just thought...

- (Crying) Thank you.

- Go back. Back.

Back. Okay. Whoa.

Good job. He's starting to get it.

- Claire, I need to know
what's going on

between you and my grandpa?

- I-I don't think I should say.

- Then, I think you need to leave.

- Look, Amy...

I wish I could clear
things up for you,

but I'm sure I've got as many
questions as you do.

- Okay. Then why don't you
start with what you know.

- Okay. Uh...

I remember Jack was around
quite a bit when I was kid.

I remember him as a nice man.

And my mom talked about him
quite a bit over the years.

I never thought anything of it...

until recently when I found out
that he'd sent us money.

- Grandpa sent money?
- Yeah.

- It was never a lot at once,
but he sent it for years.

Really helped my mom...

the whole family.

There was some really tough times
after my dad died.

And I just wanted to say
thank you, pay him back,

but I seem to have touched
a sore point.

- Yeah. Well, Grandpa is
a pretty private person.

- Yeah. I get that, but...
who does that?

Who sends money, for years?

Unless they're more than
just a friend.

- What are you saying?

- I think Jack is my father.

I wouldn't have known
about any of it,

if it wasn't for my mom's notebook.

- Notebook?
- Yeah.

After my mom passed,
I found it and read it.

I felt guilty about it at first, but then
it just made me feel really close to her.

Anyway my mom wrote
everything down.

Every bill and mortgage payment,
and all the money that Jack had sent.

That's how this whole thing
got started.

Probably sounds crazy to you,
huh?

- No, actually it doesn't.

- Look, Amy, I don't wanna
cause any trouble.

And I knew coming here after
all these years was probably nuts, but...

I just need to know
if Jack is my father.

(Keys clack)

- I'm gonna post this on social media
to help get the word out.

- Why didn't I think of that?
You're amazing.

I've been missing
hanging out with you.

- You have?
- Big time.

- Yeah. Me too.

- (Effort grunts)

- You know, I'm only sticking
my oar in

because Lou is obviously
not thinking clearly.

I have my granddaughters
to worry about.

You're just a good-time guy
here for all the fun,

but when the going gets tough,
you'll be gone.

- That's not true, Tim.

- You don't fool me. I know
all about it because I lived it.

And I let it ruin my family.

And I'm not gonna let Lou get hurt again.
Not that way. Not ever.

No. No. You don't fool me.

You're that guy.

- Okay, we're done.

You can tarp it yourself.

- And there it is.

That's what I'm talking about.
You see?

I got your number, buddy.

- Okay, Dad. Thanks.

(Beeps phone off)
- So?

- Other horses were hit
with paintballs,

so you weren't singled out.
Dad's got a couple of leads.

- Thanks, I don't know
what I'd do without you.

I've been wanting to talk to you
about everything and I...

(Phone chimes)

Someone spotted Phoenix!
They saw the post!

I gotta go!
- Can I tag along?

- Yeah! That'd be great!

(Ty coughing violently)

- You're in bad shape, man.

- I gotta get home.

I gotta get home.

- You can't get on a plane
like this. They won't let you.

- (Pained grunt)

- Your head still killing you?

- I can do this.

(Coughing violently)

- W-we're going back.

- No, come on!
Bob, please... man.

- Look, I'm sorry,
but you're getting worse.

This is not happening.

- (Pained grunt)

(Jeep rumbles)

- I appreciate you looking
into it personally, Jim.

Yeah. Thanks for the call.

Adam's father.

They got 'em.
Teenagers from out of town.

- Well, that's good news.

I saw Georgie and Adam
ride off just now.

- Yeah, she said that
she'd be right back

if Phoenix wasn't there so...

- Grandpa? I don't-
I don't mean to pry,

but you've been acting off
ever since Claire got here and...

Well, she told me
about the money.

See, Claire has...
she has a theory.

- Mm-hmm.

And what would that be?

- I can handle it,

if it's the truth, I can.

Are you her father?

Claire: Jack?

Hey. Amy says you wanted
to speak with me?

- Yeah.

- I'll just be in the barn
if you need me.

- No, you should stay, Amy.

You need to hear this too.

- Listen, before you say
anything I just...

- Have a seat.

- I wanna say that it might
seem crazy that I've come here

and I probably shouldn't even
be bringing it up this up,

but I just can't stop thinking
about it,

and I need to know the truth--

- I am not your father, Claire.

- (Sad exhale)

But then I don't,
I don't understand.

- Well, it's like I said,

your dad and I go way back.

We spent years on the rodeo circuit.

We had some great times
your dad and me.

But your mom,
she finally had enough.

She wanted Gil to quit.

- Mom said Dad refused
to quit the rodeo.

- No. No, he talked about it a lot.

Said we should both think
about quitting.

Get back to ranching.

And then...

he hit a hot streak.

He went on a run
that set him up to be

the top money winner that year,
which meant a big bonus.

But there was this bronc...

Well, he was a pretty good rider
most of the time.

Every once in a while he'd...
he'd throw himself over.

He was dangerous.

Plenty of guys got injured on him.

At the next rodeo, I drew him.

I didn't think it was worth
the risk, so I passed.

And the horse goes back
in the draw as a re-ride.

And wouldn't you know it,

Gil pulled his name.

I told him
he should take a pass too.

But the thought of that bonus
was pretty tempting.

He knew if he won, that cash
would help set your family up

for the long road.

So Gil came out...

and that horse threw
himself over...

right on top of Gil.

It happened quick.
He didn't suffer.

- So that's why you sent the money.

- Well...

I felt like I had to take care
of his family.

No, I wanted to.

If I didn't pass on that bronc...

- It's not your fault, Jack.

- No. Maybe not,

but if I rode that horse
that day...

...it might have turned out
different, I'll never know.

What I do know?

Is that if the tables were turned,

your dad would have done
the same thing for my family.

That's you.

- Thanks for coming out
and helping with all this.

- No problem.

- You know, I've been meaning
to talk to you

about you know... us.

I was ticked off about
the texts but I--

- I shouldn't have read them.
I'm really sorry.

- It's okay. I know.

I've been thinking a lot
about everything and...

could we maybe start over?

- What do you mean?
- Like get back together.

—I...

I read that romantic rejection

can activate the same neural
pathways as physical pain.

Which I think it's true.

So no, I can't..

At least not now.

It's not like I don't like you
or anything.

I still do. A lot.

I'm just not ready to go
right back to where we were.

- Okay. So you wanna make sure
you keep your body

centered on the horse and
equal pressure on both sides.

- Okay. Okay, let's do this.

Come on, boy. Come on.

- That's it. That's it.

And as you come around
that corner,

you wanna use that left leg
to guide him.

That's it!

There you go.

(Small laugh)

Good job.

You guys are a great team.
(Claire laughs)

- Good work, you two.

- Good fella, Shamrock.

- You're such a good boy.
(Shamrock snorts)

- So if we're not gonna be...
you know...

then what are we?

- Well, we're friends,
aren't we?

- Yeah. Yeah, friends.

(Phoenix whinnies)

My gosh, look. There he is!

Okay.

All right, Trouble, come on!

(Clicks tongue)

Good boy.

Good boy, Trouble.

(Water splashes)
Good boy.

(Trouble snorts)

Hey, Phoenix.

Look, it's Trouble.

Good boys.

Good boy.

Good boy.

Come on, Phoenix,
let's get you home.

(Tarp rustles)

- Oh, you came back?
- Here.

Look, Tim, I know that
you don't like me.

But you shouldn't make
the mistake of thinking

you know me.
Because you don't.

- I don't need to.
I know guys like you.

I was a guy like you.

That's what scares me.

- Look, despite what you think,

I don't run away from my problems.

Yeah, I'm... I'm not perfect.

And I- don't know what's
gonna happen down the road,

but nothing's gonna pull me
away from Lou right now...

Not even you.

Look, I get that you blame
yourself for ruining your family.

But it's not what I see.

As hard as it must have been, you...

you came back.

(Laughs) Probably out of sheer
stubbornness.

But you're part of your daughters' lives.

I know how much it means to them.

How much it means to Lou.

- Yeah, all right.

Trooper.
- (Heavy sigh)

- You still got work to do.
Let's get this tarp on.

- Right. Right.

(Tarp rustles)

(Latch clangs)

- Thanks, Amy.

You have quite the
granddaughter here.

- I won't argue that.
- (Small chuckles)

I did kind of use Shamrock
as an excuse to get here,

but Amy really helped me
with him.

And now we're gonna compete
next month for Mom.

- I'm glad it all worked out.

- And I am sorry for dropping in
on you like this.

You know, I came here
looking for a father,

only to find out
I had one all along.

- He couldn't be there
for you growing up,

but he was a good man.

He loved his family.

And I know he'd be real
proud of you.

- Thank you, Jack.

You sure you don't
want that money?

- Seeing how you turned out, Claire,
that's all the payment I need.

- You take care.
- You too.

(Door opens and shuts)

(Engine roars)

- I love you, Grandpa.

(Snorts)

- There you go.
Good boy. Easy.

I know.

- It looks like Adam
saved the day.

- He sure did.

- Well, Phoenix looks to be okay.

But I wanna get him checked out,
just to be sure.

- Maybe Ty can do it?

- It's cool that
he'll be back tomorrow.

- Yeah. Yeah, I haven't even
planned anything.

I should probably get on that...!

- He doesn't want a big party.

I'm sure Ty just wants
to see you and the baby.

Did he call yet or...?

- No. Not yet.

I'm sure he will
on his layover.

Thanks for your help, Adam.

(Water sloshes)

- Amy is right.
You've been a great friend.

- Well, I should get going.

Maybe lunch at Maggie's
tomorrow?

- You sure?
- Positive.

Hanging out, having lunch...

that's what friends do, right?

(Truck rumbles up)

(Doors open and shut)

Tim: Well, thanks for joining us, Jack.

We're killing ourselves
over there.

- What happened to you guys?

- There's something wrong with
alternator on the tractor

so we had to lift
all the bales by hand.

- There's nothing wrong
with that alternator.

- I-I don't know.
(Nervous chuckle)

Woop. Oh there is-that...

that's the fuse I think,
must have fallen out.

- He sabotaged the tractor?

What kind of nutjob does
something like that?

- I may have done the very
same thing to Tim

when he was dating Marion.

You know, to see
if he was good enough.

Well, the good news is,
it looks like you passed.

- Oh, I don't know about that.

He's got a nickname for me now,
just like Peter.

Calls me Trooper.

- (Chuckles) You sure he said
Trooper?

- Yeah. I heard it enough today.
Why?

- Trooper was this mean old
bronc,

used to be on the circuit
Tim rode him lots of times.

- Oh, great.
- Here is the thing...

Tim respected that horse.

Said he was tough,
said he never gave up...

Sure hated him, though.

- Yeah, it's just a small
welcome home dinner.

But I would love it
if you and Caleb could come?

(Calling music playing)

Oh. Cass, can I call you
right back? I think Ty is calling!

Okay, bye.
(Beeps phone off)

(Happy exhale)

Bob, hey...

- Hey, Amy...

- What's going on?
Where is Ty?

- Well, Ty is a little sick
and he missed his flight.

- Ohmigod, how sick?

What is it? Where is he?

- Well, he's just lying down
right now.

I'm not sure what he's got.

- What do you mean?

- Well, just that he hasn't
been feeling great

for a couple of days now so...

- He seemed fine the last time
I talked with him.

- Well, yeah.
He was kind of faking it.

He didn't want you to worry.

- I need to see him.

- (Reluctant exhale)

I don't think that's
such a good idea...

Just, just because
he's finally asleep.

- Bob...

- It's okay, Amy.
Don't worry it.

I'm taking care of him.

And I'll have him on a plane
as soon as I can.

I promise.

- Yeah.

- Look, I'll keep you posted,
okay?

- (Emotional sigh)

(Computer beeps off)

(Emotional exhales)

♪ If the air gets
hard to breathe ♪

♪ I won't fall to pieces ♪

(Ty grunts)
- Hey...

Right here, buddy.
Hang in there.

- Okay.

(Pained grunts)

Someone needs to stop Clearway Law.
Public shouldn't leave reviews for lawyers.