- Previously on Heartland... - You have a lawyer?
- Yeah. You gotta have a lawyer to win a custody case.
- No, I don't know how great it would be,
especially if you have to ruin Miranda's life in order for it to happen.
- Oh, you might think that Miranda's a wonderful person.
She moved that kid from pillar to post his entire life.
- I talked to Lisa this morning and suddenly,
there are a ton of bookings coming up at the cabins.
- Why would she be taking bookings? She knew we were starting.
- Well, we told her we've been starting for weeks,
so I guess she just sort of... gave up on us.
- Figured you might be looking for these sooner or later.
- To tell you the truth I haven't given the bikes a second thought,
but it's all Ty's been talking about since he got out of the hospital.
(bleating) - According to my lawyer,
Miranda definitely qualifies as an unfit mother.
- Get outta there, you no good mutton!
- And it's not just the casinos. And, and the empty wine bottles...
- What, you went through her garbage? - Well, no, of course not.
It was her recycling. And it wasn't me, it was my detective.
- Well, I hate to break it to you, Tim.
But even if Miranda is the worst mother in the world -
which I highly doubt -
that doesn't all of a sudden make you an ideal father.
- That's what my lawyer said!
He says I gotta work at being a family man, you know?
Showing that I, I got roots in the community.
- So that's why you volunteered to coach Lil' Britches?
- Yeah. Even it means teaching a bunch of little kids
how to ride sheep. Argh! Get...
(bleating)
- I'm so sorry. Listen, you know, the noise is temporary!
They weren't even supposed to come today.
You know, if you took a complimentary trail ride,
you wouldn't hear a thing.
(excavation noise)
Thank you for choosing the Heartland Equestrian Connection.
I'm sure you'll be back.
(cooing)
(softly): We're gonna clean up... Still spoiling Ty, I see?
- Well, it's only been a few days, Lou.
He needs to get his strength back, and he needs rest, and he needs--
- Breakfast in bed with his girlfriend? I used to do
romantic things like that for Peter all the time.
But now with the job and the baby--
- Hey, whose baby is that, huh? What's your angle? I'll buy that.
No, no, no, not you, I... Yeah.
I'll be there in, like, an hour and a half, tops. Yeah. Bye.
Okay, we gotta go.
- Yeah. - Hey, we gotta go. We gotta move.
- Oh, do you mind if I...? Thanks.
(engine turning off) - Lou, honey, I have to talk to you.
- Um, honey, please, could you? Thank you.
About what?
- The bulldozer that's digging a hole down at the Dude Ranch.
- You're kidding. They actually started? Wow.
- Yeah, they sure did. Cabin One's demanding a refund,
Cabin Three drove off without paying
and Cabin Two is coming this afternoon! It's booked.
- That's terrible. I, I didn't know.
- I need some warning.
- I really, I didn't know, Lisa. And, um, to be fair, you agreed to it, so...
- Maybe I did. But that was for then.
And not for now. Now is the worst time ever!
- Lisa, I am trying to stay on top of every little thing.
I have a job. I have a baby--
(Peter): Hon, we... we gotta step on it, we're gonna be late for work.
- And I have a husband. I'm sorry, but now is, is not the time. Sorry.
- Well, if it's not a good time for you, I'm gonna take care of it.
(engine starting) - We'll talk. I promise.
- Good morning...
Caleb!?
- Oh, that smells delicious. You didn't have to do that for me.
- What are you doing here?
- I was sleeping. I was on the road all night...
but now that I'm up, don't mind if I do.
- Hey! That's for Ty.
Put it back.
Where is he? - He said he had to get to work.
Glad he's doing better, though, I mean after the accident and all...
(Ty softly groaning)
- What are you doing out here?
- I was just checking out my bike.
It's not as bad as I thought.
I should have it up and running in no time...
What's this?
- Well, I was hoping to bring you breakfast in bed.
(scoffing)
- Well, that would've been great.
Except for the Caleb factor...
- Oh, will you look at that.
Stumpy's running for President of the Cowboys Association... again.
- You know, they should just save everybody a lot of trouble,
and make him president for life.
- I can't remember the last time anybody even came close.
- I'll bet that job comes with a lot of responsibility.
- Oh, yeah. Yeah, you organize a barbecue.
You ride a horse in a parade. Look good in a cowboy hat.
- President of the local Cowboys Association.
You wanna talk about a pillar of the community.
(background chatter) (country music playing)
Ah, today's the last day for nomination.
- Darn the luck. There's always next year.
- Yeah. Or... we could drop by the Association on the way home,
fill out the form?
- You gotta be kidding me.
- I just need a member in good standing to nominate me.
- No way. Forget it. Not a chance.
(country music playing)
And at the break of day
You sank
Into a dream
You dreamer
- You know, I am gonna need a point man, like, uh,
somebody to run my campaign.
- I'm already starting to regret getting involved.
- You know, I'm a little disappointed in your attitude, Jack.
Having a family member as President might be the only shot you get
at getting in the Hall of Fame.
- I didn't nominate you so I could get into the Hall of Fame.
Matter of fact, I didn't do it for you at all.
For better or worse, you're the only father Shane has.
And I can't help thinking that kid deserves
to be part of a family... even if you're in it!
(Amy sighing) - Hey, so I gotta ask,
what's up with you and Ash?
(Caleb scoffing)
- Next time I go to Vancouver to save my marriage,
you could help me out and tie me up, get me drunk,
maybe hit me on the head with a hammer. Anything like that'd be good.
- You sure you're ready to move back?
- Yeah. All my tools are there. I gotta get this job done.
- I know. - It's okay.
(engine starting) I'll be fine.
- Yeah. (truck door closing)
Hey, Grandpa! (engine turning off)
Hey...
Oh, what's that smell?
- Sheep.
- Why do you smell like sheep?
- Your father volunteered for Lil' Britches Rodeo.
Turns out, they're starting with Mutton Busting.
- Wait, wait, Dad? Lil' Britches?
He hates sheep. I don't even think he likes little kids.
- Oh, he's trying to reinvent himself as an all-around family man,
a big wheel in the community.
He even got himself nominated
to run for President of the Foothills Cowboys Association.
- You're kidding me.
Who would nominate Dad?
- It's to help out with his custody thing.
- Mm-hmm.
- He's not gonna win the election, Amy, 'cause Stumpy's running again.
- Can I borrow your truck? I think I'm gonna go over there
and see if Dad needs a hand with those little kids.
- I'm sure he'll be thrilled with your vote of confidence.
(Amy sighing)
(cheering)
- Oh! Get up! What are you doing? You're not supposed to fall off!
Come here, get back on now.
The... the whole point is to stay on the sheep.
Not to fall off the sheep!
You're supposed to stay on! - Dad!
- Just get back up there, that's the whole point.
Ride the sheep. What?
Oh, hi, honey.
Okay, who's next?
Are you next? You're not afraid, are ya?
If you kids wanna be in a real rodeo someday, you gotta cowboy up!
- Dad!
Look. Stop shouting at them, okay, that's not gonna help anything.
This is Mutton Busting! It's supposed to be fun!
- How the hell can riding sheep be fun?
Okay, come on. Get back in line there.
(bleating) Let's go!
- Do you have any idea what's going on down at the Dude Ranch?
- Well, I could guess.
Lou and Peter have been talking for weeks
about how the work's gonna start any day now.
- Well, it certainly has. And it could not be at a worse possible time!
It's leaf peeping season.
- Did you...
just say leaf peeping?
- Yes, I did. Many tourists like to come and look at the fall foliage.
- Oh.
- And not to mention the elk rut.
The place is booked solid for the next month.
So, hate to do this to you,
but would you mind talking to Lou for me?
- Oh...
Why is one of you always asking me to talk to the other one for you?!
- That's not true.
- Last time it was Lou. I said no. Now you want me to talk to her?
- Well, I mean, the Dude Ranch is on your land.
Technically, no, you're not a partner, but...
- Lise, I don't want to get caught in a cross-fire.
- I would never do that to you.
- Alright. On your marks,
get set... go!
You see guys? They're always gonna run back to their friends,
so you don't have to worry about them running off on you, okay?
(bleating) (Amy laughing)
(cheering) (indistinct chatter)
Come on, Dad! Come on, you can do better than that!
- Okay, get off! Oh, my back.
Oh...
Go, just finish.
- Okay! So you've seen how they run.
And you've ridden something a whole lot more scary than a sheep.
So who's ready to do some mutton busting?
(Kids): Me! Me! Met
- Yeah, yeah. Yeah. No, I'll give you...
I've decided, 100 posters for two box seats at the Stampede,
I guess. Okay. - Dad!
- Just a second. Yup. No, that's it. Yeah, that's good. Thanks.
(bleating) Get...
(upbeat music)
(truck approaching)
- What's going on?
- Ah, well, I think I've pretty well got it now.
- You know, I don't know a lot about motorcycles,
but I thought you said you didn't have a lot of work to do.
- I guess once I got started, I went a little crazy.
- So what now? Are you just gonna put it all back together?
- Um, I gotta make sure I haven't missed anything first.
- Hey, do you wanna come over for dinner later or something?
- Um, yeah, that sounds great...
but I, I got a lot of work to do, so I, I can't.
- You know, after the fuss that Lisa made,
I would have thought this would be a lot bigger.
- Yeah, yeah. Well, it should be, honey, it should be a lot bigger.
It should be ten times as big. This is unbelievable.
We're paying this guy a fortune, you know, and this is all he gets done?
He's, he's way behind schedule. - Honey.
(whispering): Unreal.
Yeah, hey, hi, it's, uh, it's Peter Morris calling.
Um, I'm, I'm standing here at the site and I, I, I...
like, what, what's, what happened here, buddy?
Were you here for like 5 minutes? I mean, honestly, weeks of waiting,
and you show up and this is all you get done?
I could've done better myself! I...
- You know, it was hard to tell whether those poor kids
were more afraid of the sheep or Dad.
- See, I don't see why Dad was even involved.
Especially with sheep in the mix. Dad hates sheep.
- Yeah, well, it isn't about sheep.
It was about Dad trying to pretend that he's all about helping other people.
- Or about your dad using other people to help himself.
- Well, if Dad really wants to help someone, he should grab a shovel,
and come down to the Dude Ranch.
- Didn't your contractor finally show up?
- Ah! Oh yeah, he showed up, that's about all he did though.
Took a walk, no explanation, nothing.
- It doesn't make any sense. We are paying this guy a fortune.
- Well, you... Ahem!
You do realize that it's leaf peeping season?
It might not be the best time of year
to turn the Dude Ranch into a construction site.
- What's, uh, what are you saying, Jack?
- Well, Lisa happened to mention--
- Did Lisa have something to do with the guy walking out on us?
- She was concerned... - She did, didn't she?
- Oh, come on! Honestly? How could she do that to us? She knows that--
- I'm not saying that Lisa did anything.
But if she did...
You know, from what I heard, you two were both in too big a rush
to even talk about it.
(door opening, closing)
- Hey, good, you're all here.
(Tim chuckling)
Am I interrupting anything? - No. It's perfect timing.
- Hey, you mind if I, uh...? - You always do.
- It's time for Tim? Really, that's catchy, Dad.
- Yeah. Except it kinda looks like "It's Tim for Tim."
- Oh! Which makes its own kind of sense...
- Ah, I know what you're all thinking...
- I very much doubt it, Dad.
- Except this isn't about me. Okay?
It's not about politics. It's not about the Cowboys Association...
It's about something that, that we all take for granted.
It's about us, it's about this,
it's about family, it's about having a stable home,
it's about being able to sit down and...
and have dinner surrounded by friends and family
and people you love or, or even like.
- Oh, for God's sake, Dad, give it a rest! Now is not the time.
- Honey. Honey!
- Something I said?
Here you go, buddy.
- Okay, I got his word this time, a couple more days.
- What? - Two more days, Lou!
- That's great, that solves Lisa's problem.
- Yeah. Until we start pouring the concrete.
- Concrete. Right. Of course...
(scoffing)
- So you told them? - Well, not in so many words.
- Well, you know what, the Dude Ranch is a business.
I did what was right for the business. - Yes, but it's also family.
- Believe me, I know. I'm running it with your granddaughter.
I'm also Katie's godmother.
Which is why I did it in the first place, to help Lou,
and that's why my feelings are kind of hurt
because she can't even be bothered to get back to me.
- Lisa, you're taking this way too personally.
- But it is personal, Jack.
It's, it's much more personal than a business relationship should be...
- Oh, you mean, like the business relationship you have with Dan?
- What are you implying?
- Nothing. At all. Just... forget it.
- I can't forget it! You keep dredging it up.
- Lisa, this... I'm not trying to start anything here...
-Ah..
- But you are working pretty close to the guy you used to be married to.
- This is ridiculous! You know what, you can stuff these things yourself!
- Oh, come... Lisa! Argh!
- Dad, where are you?
Look, I know you're busy, but you really need to be here.
(sighing) (background chatter)
Alright! Who's ready for some pole-bending? Huh?
(kids): Me! Yeah! Me!
- Come on, let's go. So we're gonna zigzag through the poles.
Okay? Everybody watching?
Just like this.
Alright, carry on. I know you can do it.
Alright, everybody, cheer!
(cheering)
Okay!
Alright, bring him home! Come on!
Awesome!
That was perfect. Okay, who wants to try it out?
- Hey, Caleb. What's up? What are you doing here?
- Well, just figured since Shorty's over at Heartland,
I might as well move my stuff back--
- Hey, watch the bike, man!
- Oh! What the hell did you do that for?
- Sorry, man, it's just not back together yet.
I just kinda lost it.
Ow, that hurt.
- I gotta run, I'm doing a piece on the new traffic light on Centre...
but my boss is gonna kill me if I'm late.
- Excuse me, I couldn't help but overhear. You're a reporter?
- Yeah. Nadir Jutley. Hudson Times.
- Tim Fleming. I'm running for President of the Cowboys Association.
- Oh, so you're the guy running against Stumpy.
- Yeah, actually, that's where you come in.
You know, a piece in your paper could really help my campaign.
You know, it's time for a change. Or as I like to say, it's time for Tim!
- Actually, it's time I got back to the office.
- Nadir, what if I sweetened the, uh, the offer?
Say a special half-price weekend at the Heartland Equestrian Connection?
- Slow down, Tim. I can run it by my editor.
But I can't promise you anything.
Do you have a card?
- Card? Uh, no, I left those at ho...
How 'bout a button?
There you go. And my number, I'll give you my number.
Or you could drop by the rodeo grounds
any afternoon because I'm coaching Lil' Britches.
Yeah, well, you know, the community's given so much to me,
I just feel honoured to be able to give something back...
- You know, Tim, everyone in Hudson loves Stumpy's Election Day Barbecue.
I mean, it's become a tradition.
How are you gonna beat that?
- Well, Nadir, that's, that's what my campaign's all about.
My campaign platform is all about community and, and family and...
- And giving back. Yeah, so you said.
I'll talk to my editor. - Yeah.
(soft country music playing) (background chatter
- Hey!
What's up?
- Oh, just, uh, just came from the trailer and, um...
Everything alright with you and Ty?
- I think so. Why? Did he say something?
- Well, not in so many words.
- Caleb...?
- Look, motorcycles like marriages...
Thing is, they're pretty easy to take apart.
Matter of fact, you can pretty well do it all yourself.
- Okay.
- But, uh, when it comes time for putting them back together?
It's a two-person job.
I went to Vancouver, and I fought for her, just like you said.
I did... I did everything I could to save my marriage.
But Ash wasn't into it. And I realized that, uh...
it wasn't something that I could do by myself, no matter how hard I tried.
- I'm sorry.
- Me too. The deal is, Ty and that motorcycle?
He can't do it by himself. He needs your help.
(crickets chirring)
- How's it going?
- So far, so good.
- Yeah, I guess it's a lot easier to take it apart
than put it back together, huh?
- Yeah, you gotta be more precise with it all.
- So, what can I do...?
- Well, okay...
Nice. You know, when we finish this,
you're gonna have to learn how to ride one of these things.
- Yeah, right.
Okay. What's next?
- This is the easy part.
- Yeah, that looks dead simple.
- Hey, honey. - Hi, Dad. What you got there?
- Well, you know, I don't have a computer at home.
And you, you know Stumpy's barbecue? - Yeah, everyone knows Stumpy's barbecue.
- Okay, check this out.
- Bater up?
- What? Oh, that's, that's batter up, I'll, I'll fix that.
B-A-T-T-E-R... Batter up? Okay.
It's Time for Tim's Free All You Can Eat Election Day Pancake Breakfast!
Hosted by Tim Fleming in Person...
etcetera, etcetera. What do you think?
- Tsk... well,
I guess if you printed it out properly, used a nice, big font...
- Yeah, yeah, good idea.
- Okay, give it to me. I'll type it up for you and you can get copies made.
- Oh, honey. Thank you so much.
Here's a mailing list of all the Association members.
- Come on, Dad. You don't honestly expect me to...
- Well, I'd ask Jack, but he's so useless, I mean, compared to you.
- Okay,
just... give it to me.
- Thank you.
- You're welcome.
- Oh, I almost forgot.
This is my, uh, press release.
These are the clippings.
Now, I, I've written most of the speech,
it'll probably end up writing itself, but...
- Yeah, I'm sure it will.
- Really?
- Yes.
- Oh, thanks.
Thank you.
Call me when it's done. - Yeah.
- No rush.
(Peter mumbling) (Katie cooing)
(engine turning off)
- When I was a young father,
I didn't spend nearly as much time with my daughter as I should have.
- Yeah, I'm the same way with my dad.
Pretty much part of the deal now, though.
- Yeah. Definitely a change for the better.
You know that you and Lou
and Katie are free to stay here as long as you want?
- Oh, yeah, yeah. Of course.
And, you know, thank you for that.
- And you're aware of the fact that, well,
right now is a pretty busy time at the Dude Ranch...
- What are you, what are you getting at, Jack?
- Well, I just want you to know that you're welcome to stay here
if you stop work on that new house for the time being.
- Well, you know, that's, that's not gonna happen
'cause if we stop now then, uh,
nothing's gonna happen till spring, you know.
And, and I know that you need your space, right?
I mean, I helped you build that outhouse.
- Lots of worse things than slogging to an outhouse in the snow.
Getting caught between Lou and Lisa might be one of them...
(chuckling) - Right.
- You know that Dude Ranch was Lou's dream
and now that Lisa's involved... well...
let's just say, I'm hoping that a modern guy like you
might deal with the situation a little bit better than me.
I think she needs changing, Dad.
- Okay, are you ready? Come on! Okay, I'll help you hold the goat.
(Amy laughing) Go! Oh, come on,
you can get it!
Go on, pull it.
Ah, yeah! Hey, come on, come on. Get back on your horse!
(cheering)
Alright, everybody, who wants to go next, huh?
(Kids): Me! Met
- This is definitely Lil' Britches.
I'm looking for Tim Fleming?
- I'm sorry. My dad's running a little bit late.
- Okay, well, could you just tell him that my editor green lit the piece...
- Okay.
- Wait. Your dad? I thought I recognized you.
You're Amy Fleming! The Miracle Girl. Ring of Fire...
I'm Nadir Jutley.
I'm a reporter with the Hudson Times.
- Um, I'm sorry,
my dad's just been so busy with this election.
- You know, this whole Cowboys Association thing?
Besides Stumpy's barbecues,
I don't know if the readers are really interested in it.
- Well, my dad was a pretty big rodeo star.
- Really? Well, do you think maybe I could ask you
some questions about him while we wait?
- Sure, we're almost done here... - Okay, great!
So how about we all come over here, a little closer,
so we can get a picture with the goat?
- Okay, come on in, little ones in the front.
- Okay, just a little closer.
(camera shutter clicking) (background chatter)
(engine running)
(engine turning off)
(sighing)
So, you've been on the cover of magazines,
you won the Ring of Fire competition, you worked with Chase Powers...
so why Lil' Britches?
- I'm really just filling in for my dad.
It was his idea to volunteer and help these little kids,
and my dad just really loves helping other people, you know,
that's why he got involved with this Cowboys Association election.
(cellphone ringing)
Just a second.
Hey...
Uh, yeah. I'm leaving right now. I'll meet you up on the ridge?...
Okay, bye. (beeping)
I'm sorry about that.
My dad, I don't know why he didn't show up.
This election means a lot to him.
- It's okay, Amy. I have a deadline to meet anyway.
Thank you so much for your help. - Alright. See ya.
(soft music)
(Jack): Ty, look out!
(turning off engine)
- Hey, I've been waiting a while, I hope everything's okay...
Hey. - Hey.
- I was worried. I thought... maybe something had happened.
Like you got in another accident or...
- No, just... having some trouble with the throttle.
I'm working on it now, though.
(Ty sighing)
(tools clanging)
- Is everything okay, Grandpa?
- Oh, yeah. Everything'll be a whole lot better
when this stupid election's over.
- Yeah, I know what you mean. Hey...
Can I ask your help with something?
You were with Ty when he had that accident.
So you know how big of a deal it is for him to get back on that bike.
- Well, I thought you hated the whole Ty motorcycle thing?
- I don't hate it... it just, I dunno, it scares me.
And that's why I can't talk to him about it. But I figure that you can.
- Well, you know that changing the way Ty feels about motorcycles
is about as easy as changing the way you feel about horses?
- No, I don't want to change him. But he just, he keeps fixing that bike.
He needs to get back on it. And I know he wants to.
But he keeps finding one more thing to fix when there's nothing left.
- Well, everybody knows you gotta... get back on the horse that threw you...
(footsteps approaching) - Hey, Dad.
- I'll see what I can do. - Amy!
- Thank you.
What the hell did you think you were doing?
- What are you talking about?
- Mutton Busting With the Miracle Girl?
- Oh, my God. I don't believe it!
- Yeah. Neither do It - That's a nice picture.
- Yeah, nice. It'd be nice if Amy was running for election.
And she had a picture on the cover of the Times,
that would help her out. - The reporter was looking for you.
But I had to cover because, of course, you weren't there.
- This is no joke. It makes me look like a fake!
- You are a fake. I was doing your job for you!
- I told everybody that I was running Lil' Britches.
- Oh. Well, good news, Dad.
You can run it for real now. Because I quit!
-You...
- Mm-hmm.
(soft music)
(snorting)
(knocking)
- We're not open yet.
(knocking) Just a sec...
Hi, Lisa. We don't start for another 15 minutes.
- Oh, I'm not here as a customer. I'm here to volunteer.
- Oh, well, as you can see, we pretty well have things under control.
- Well, it looks like you could use a little bit of a hand.
And I was thinking, if we found a moment between flipping pancakes,
we could perhaps have a little chat about our business.
Your Dude Ranch.
- What the heck.
Here. Grab an apron. - Thank you.
(horn tooting)
(engine turning off)
- Hey, Jack? Amy around?
- Uh, no. Said she'd be gone all morning. Oh, will you look at that.
I haven't seen some of those old codgers in years.
- Yeah, I just picked them up at the Crossroads retirement home.
You know, they really appreciate a chance to get out and mingle
and enjoy a pancake breakfast. - And vote for Tim.
- Yeah. - Hey, Jack!
- Hey! Knows ya.
Well, you know, these old timers are a big part of my, uh... electoral base.
Speaking of which, I should probably get going.
I got a couple more guys to pick up on the way, so...
- You are unbelievable.
- Ah, I'm just doing what I can, huh?
Hey, nothing beats the feeling of knowing that you're not doing it for yourself,
you're doing it for the other guy.
- So, that's everything. - Mm-hmm.
Coffee?
- I'm sorry things have gotten so out of hand, Lisa.
I didn't realize this would have such a big impact on the business.
- I'm here because I don't wanna fight through our men anymore.
- No. - This is our relationship,
our business, it's important to me.
So, you had a vision with the Dude Ranch.
It was your baby then. And you have a real baby now.
- Yes, I have a baby, and I have a job,
so I'm not as involved in the day-to-day as you are,
but Lisa, I still really, really care about the Dude Ranch.
- I know you do.
And I'm fine with everything except right now,
there's a conflict of interest and only you can solve it.
- Lisa, I never realized how big that damn hole was going to be!
And yes, I had a vision.
And I, and no, I don't think that that house is part of it.
But what was I supposed to tell Peter?!
He chose that site, he hired the contractor, he worked with the architect.
He was so excited. And, and, and you know what?
He needed something.
And I didn't wanna take that away from him.
And, and I still don't want to spoil that for him.
- Well, I don't think you're spoiling anything for him.
He called me this morning, told me where you were,
and wanted me to talk to you. - About what?
- About postponing till the spring.
- Wait, wait, he's okay with that?
- Oh, ah...
Uh-uh.
Your husband. You talk to him.
(sighing)
(engine turning off)
- Hey, Jack. What's up with the bike?
- Well, I thought maybe after you were done working on your Norton,
you might give this one a go.
- Well, I still got a lot to do on mine before I get it back on the road.
- Well, looks like you've done a great job so far.
- Yeah. There's still a problem with the front brakes.
And the forks are out of whack, so... - You know, Ty, uh...
I don't know how you feel about that accident we had,
but I gotta admit I was pretty shook up there for a bit
and I got an awful lot luckier than you.
- I appreciate what you're trying to do, Jack. But honestly, it's no big deal.
I just wanna get it running properly and I'll be fine.
- Oh, by the way, Amy said she was taking Spartan for a ride,
figured she'd be up at the ridge about noon.
- Uh, like I said, got a lot of work to do on that Norton.
- Well, no pressure.
(honking)
- Yeah! (laughing)
Okay, fellas, come on. Right in here, right this way.
Oh?
- Okay, step right on in. - Hello.
- The gals'll take care of you. - Ma'am.
- The gals? Seriously?
- That's it. (Lou): Hey, there.
(man): Come on, let's move it. I'm hungry.
- What, what's going on?
It's, like, 11 o'clock, there's nobody here.
Hey, hi. Here, here you go. - I don't know, Dad.
But we have enough pancakes to feed an army,
so whenever the rush hits, we'll be ready. Hi!
- Yeah, well, those pancakes cost me a fortune.
If we don't eat 'em all, I'll be taking 'em home.
(fumbling with pins) (door closing)
(soft music)
(motor roaring)
(background chatter) - Yeah. Okay... Hey!
Yeah. - I'm glad I beat the rush.
- There you go, one tall stack,
and there is plenty more
if you want seconds. Or thirds.
- Thanks, Lou...
- Okay, uh, can I have everyone's attention, please?
(people talking)
Everyone, quiet! (silence)
Thank you.
So, it is 11:45. A few more minutes
before the polls close. We're coming down to the crunch.
So, is there anyone that has not voted?
Or does anybody know a member of the Cowboys Association
who has not voted?
- Voted for what?
- Okay, right down there. Run, runt
- Hey!
Hey! I, I still got time to vote, right...?
(with mouthful): Thank you.
(soft music)
- Well, it looks like we've been stood up again.
Come on.
(distant motor roaring)
(door closing)
- Howdy, stranger. Can I get you anything?
- For starters, you can accept my apology.
- I think I will. Peter tells me you went to bat for me.
- He did, did he?
- Yes, he did, so I'm grateful.
How about a cup of coffee and a stack of pancakes on the house?
- Hey, Jack. Great timing.
Still counting the votes...
Oh, did you see this? (soft country music playing)
- And what am I looking at here?
- My press release. Here.
"I've had some pretty high highs, and some pretty low lows.
"But in the end, when it really mattered, I came out on top,
even when the odds were stacked against me..."
- I wrote that! Last year for the Hall of Fame.
- Yeah, okay, I used a bit. Not all of it. 70%.
- So, so now I'm your speech writer...? - Hold that thought.
(phone ringing)
- Hello, Maggie's Diner... Yes, Tim Fleming is right here...
Really? Close?... Wow!
- Yeah, it's Tim...
Yeah, close. Yeah...
What?...
Close enough for a recount?...
Close but no cigar.
No, no. Thanks, yeah.
Thanks, I got it...
(beeping)
Well, I guess that's what happens when one man tries to stand up
against the Stumpy Machine.
'Kay, this thing's over folks! Okay! No more pancakes, no more coffee!
That's it, wrap it up, let's go.
(disappointed exclamations) I'm sorry, Jack.
I guess you're not gonna be in the Hall of Fame this year.
Maybe next year.
- Next year, you can write your own press release too.
- Yeah, I probably should. Maybe have a chance of winning!
I knew I'd find you here.
I knew you wouldn't quit on these kids.
- I didn't quit on the kids, Dad. I quit on you.
- Well, you're not the first person to say that.
I got a call from the guy from Lil' Britches
after he saw the picture in the paper.
Said he wouldn't be needing my services anymore.
- Can you blame him? I mean, what was the point?
Lil' Britches? Running for President? There's got to be easier ways.
- Well, I suppose there is, but, you know.
Another guy might've picked an easier way.
- Oh, come on, Dad, the election is over.
- I just wanted you and Lou to be proud of me.
- We are proud of you.
But I thought this was supposed to be about Shane,
not whether you're a better person than his mom is.
- Once lawyers are involved, that's exactly what it's about.
- No, no. It shouldn't be.
You know, it should be about what Shane wants, period.
No, you know, no matter how many elections you run in or,
or parades you ride in, it's still gonna be about his decision in the end.
- Life's not that simple, Amy.
- Maybe it is.
- So you're sure about this? - Yeah.
- You're good to wait until spring?
- Yeah, you know, I was thinking...
why even wait till spring?
Why don't we just buy a house?
- Are you serious? Buy a house?
- Yeah. I mean, the timing's right. (excavation noise)
And we're both working. We can make the down payment.
All we have to do is find the right place.
- I thought, according to you, this was the right place.
- Yeah, well, so did .
But... things have changed.
- Yeah, I guess they have...
Thank you.
- You, you wanna, you wanna tell him? - Yeah?
- Go for it, honey, do what you gotta do.
(soft music)
- Hey! Hold up! Hold up! Stop!
I gotta talk to you guys... (engine turning off)
- I'm really glad Lou changed her mind.
I know I wasn't supposed to take it personally, but it's hard.
I'm not a member of the family--
- Well, hold on, Lisa. (Lisa sighing)
Maybe I don't say this as much as I should.
But as far as I'm concerned,
you're as much a part of this family as anybody could be.
- Mm-hmm. You mean, without being married.
- Ooh...
- I'm not angling for a proposal.
I know better than that.
Some things are best just left the way they are.
Right? - Exactly what I was thinking.
- Mm-hmm.
I'm sure you were. (Jack chuckling)
Lead on.
(Jack chuckling)
- Hey, Caleb,
I just wanted to thank you for your vote. Better late than never.
- I, uh, I didn't vote for you, Tim.
- What?
What, after all those pancakes? Are you kidding me?
- I like pancakes and all, but you just don't beat Stumpy's barbecue, I mean...
- Yeah, I kinda hate to miss it myself. - Well, do you wanna go?
- Oh. Show my support.
Shake Stumpy's hand, eat some ribs? Yeah, why not?
- He'd appreciate it.
- Hey, hey...
I'm sorry to hear about your marriage.
(engine turning on) - Yeah, me too.
But, uh, I really hoped it was gonna work out.
I mean, rodeo's all good and fine. But working towards that dream
without a woman, just kinda seems pointless.
- Do you ever listen to yourself? - Ah, I tend to fade in and out.
- I mean 'cause sometimes you make no sense. Let's go eat.
(engine turning on) - Hey! First time you got it going.
Good for you. Okay, clutch in.
Good, good,
now click it into first.
Alright now, gas...
Slowly let out on the clutch! - Okay.
- Okay, slowly. Not so much gas...
(motor choking) It's okay, it's okay--
-I can't! - It's okay, it's okay.
You got it, you're getting it. - Okay.
Ready? - Yeah.
(engine turning on) - There you go! Alright!
- Okay. - Okay, clutch in.
- Okay. - Clutch in first. Into first.
- Okay. - Just a bit of the clutch.
There you go, there you go.
There you go. Good, good. - Okay.
- There you go. Whoa, whoa, whoa, hey, hey, hey! You got it!
There you go! Huh?!
(music): Here lies a dream right at our fingertips
Ain't no way we could just let go of it (no dialogue)
Yeah yeah Yeah yeah
You got it, you got it! There you go!
Look where you wanna go! Look where you wanna go!
Always look up there! Yep, look up there, just like that!
Like a triangle and darn you good
And I'm dizzy from this headache going round and round and round
Round and round and round
I can't see straight but I've got more clarity than them
Maybe baby
We can get out of here
Just for a day
Just for a moment
There lies a dream right at our fingertips
Ain't no way we could just let go of it