(READING ALOUD) MAGGIE'S DINER.
(COMPUTER PINGS)
OH! OH MY GOD!
YOU ARE SUPPOSED TO BE PETER.
AND YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO BE SAM.
WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL ME YOU WORKED FOR BEDFORD OIL?
I OWN BEDFORD.
VAL: DON'T TELL MY DAUGHTER ABOUT THIS.
LET'S JUST SAY NOW YOU'VE GOT ALL THE SPONSORSHIP
YOU'RE GONNA NEED.
WHAT'RE YOU LOOKING AT?
NOTHING.
WHATEVER.
I THINK IT MIGHT JUST BE A PHASE.
I JUST MADE A PROMISE.
YEAH, TO ME.
HEY, I KNOW YOU'LL DO GREAT AT THE RODEO.
YEAH, THANKS.
TY: (GRUNTS)
TY AND AMY: (GRUNT AND GIGGLE)
TY: GOTCHA!
TY AND AMY: (LAUGH)
(SPARTAN SNORTS AND PUFFS)
(RUSTLING NEARBY) WHOA...
(SPARTAN SNORTS NERVOUSLY)
(OMINOUS MUSIC)
(SPARTAN SNORTS)
(BIRD CHIRPS IN THE DISTANCE)
(RUSTLING)
(SPARTAN SNORTS)
I NEVER THOUGHT I WAS THE JEALOUS TYPE,
BUT THEN I'VE NEVER DATED A GUY
WHOSE BEST FRIEND IS A GIRL BEFORE.
I'LL GET USED TO IT.
JUST FOR THE RECORD, I'VE HAD A FEW RUN-INS
WITH THE GREEN MONSTER MYSELF.
OH YEAH?
YEAH.
WELL, YOU HAVE NOTHING TO WORRY ABOUT.
(APPROACHING CLOP OF HOOVES)
I'M SORRY. I, UH...
(CLEARS THROAT AWKWARDLY)
DIDN'T MEAN TO INTERRUPT. (EMBARRASSED LAUGH)
I'LL SEE YOU LATER.
SEE YA.
NICE TO SEE YOU AGAIN, AMY.
SEE YA.
SO...
LOOKS LIKE YOU TWO REALLY WORKED THINGS OUT.
YEAH.
AMY: THAT'S GOOD.
HERE, LET ME GET THAT FOR YA.
THANK YOU.
(ODD CREAKING NOISE)
(OMINOUS MUSIC)
DO YOU HEAR THAT?
WHAT?
(SIGHING) I DON'T KNOW.
IT'S PROBABLY JUST THE WIND.
IT'S GONNA BE A NICE NIGHT.
WANT ME TO TURN SPARTAN OUT FOR YA?
NO.
I JUST...
I'D REALLY RATHER HE STAYS IN, OKAY?
IS EVERYTHING OKAY?
YEAH.
(OMINOUS MUSIC)
(MOANS)
(SPARTAN WHINNIES WILDLY)
(GASPS)
(DEEP BREATHS, RUNNING FOOTSTEPS)
(DOOR GRINDS OPEN)
(MOANS)
(LIGHT FOOTSTEPS)
(STALL LOCK CLUNKS, SPARTAN SNORTS NERVOUSLY)
(SPARTAN WHINNIES WILDLY)
(SPARTAN GRUNTS, AGITATED)
(MOANS)
(HOOVES CLOP)
(TRUCK ENGINE REVS)
(GASPS)
HEY, IT'S NOT EVEN DAWN. WHERE ARE YOU GOING?
I JUST WANT TO CHECK ON SPARTAN.
(DOOR OPENS)
TY!
(DOOR OPENS)
TY, SPARTAN'S GONE!
(DRAMATIC CRESCENDO)
♪♪♪
♪ And at the break of day ♪
♪ You sank into your dream ♪
♪ You dreamer ♪
♪ Oh, oh, oh... ♪
♪ You dreamer ♪
(HORSE HOOVES CLOP, HORSE WHINNIES IN THE DISTANCE)
AMY: ALL RIGHT, SO WE'VE GOT HIGHWOOD AUCTION TODAY.
WE STILL HAVE INNISFAIL NEXT WEEKEND
AND THEN OLDS, STAVELY AND STRATHMORE.
AMY, WE'VE BEEN TO FOUR OF THESE THINGS
IN THE PAST WEEK.
YOU KNOW WHAT THE POLICE SAID:
WHOEVER STOLE SPARTAN ISN'T GONNA RISK
SELLING HIM IN AN AUCTION HOUSE.
I'M GONNA FIND HIM, TY.
I JUST FEEL IT.
(SNIFFLING)
WHAT?
YOUR...
IT'S CASCADING DOWN YOUR FACE
LIKE TWO BIG MUD SLIDES.
WHY CAN'T MR. INTERNET SEND CHOCOLATE
OR JELLY BEANS OR SOMETHING?
ALL THIS SHRUBBERY IS DRIVING MY ALLERGIES CRAZY!
MALLORY, YOU DON'T HAVE ALLERGIES.
I CAN'T BELIEVE SPARTAN'S GONE.
I KNOW.
I JUST SAW AMY JUST STARING AT HIS EMPTY STALL.
I DON'T EVEN KNOW WHAT TO SAY TO HER.
THERE'S NOT MUCH WE CAN SAY TO HER, YOU KNOW.
WE JUST HAVE TO LET HER KNOW WE'RE THERE FOR HER AND...
YOU CAN PUT THESE POSTERS UP AT SCHOOL TOMORROW.
DARN ALLERGIES.
ALLERGIES.
GOT IT.
GRAMPA, YOU KNOW, WE HAVE GOT TO DO
SOMETHING ABOUT AMY.
SHE DOESN'T EAT, SHE BARELY SLEEPS.
IT'S JUST...
LIVESTOCK PAPERS, HORSE AUCTIONS,
THE INTERNET, MISSING POSTERS.
SHE IS GOING TO CRASH.
I KNOW.
I'VE TRIED TALKING TO HER ABOUT IT,
BUT THAT SISTER OF YOURS,
WHEN SHE GETS SOMETHING IN HER HEAD
IT IS AT FULL SPEED.
(HORSE WHINNIES LOUDLY)
(HORSE WHINNIES)
AMY: TY! TY, LOOK!
COME ON!
(HORSE WHINNIES)
SPARTAN?
(SIGHS)
THERE SURE ARE A LOT OF BEAUTIFUL HORSES HERE.
YEAH.
YOU EVER THINK ABOUT BUYING ANOTHER ONE?
WHY WOULD I WANT ANOTHER HORSE?
AMY, I KNOW THIS IS HARD FOR YOU.
I DON'T WANT TO SOUND HARSH, BUT WE HAVE TO FACE FACTS.
YOU MAY NOT FIND HIM.
(SHRILL WHINNY)
(PAPER CRINKLES AS IT'S UNFURLED)
(GATE LOCK CLANKS)
(HORSE SNORTS SOFTLY)
HEY, HARLEY.
49.
AUCTIONEER: (ROLLING PATTER) 19, 19, HOW ABOUT 18, 19?
$1800, 19!
EIGHTEEN, 19, $2000 DOLLARS ON UP!
19, 2, 2, 2 TO 1!
TWO TO ONE, 2, 2, OUT! (GAVEL BANGS)
UH, 21 TO 2!
(AUCTIONEER PATTER CONTINUES)
AND, UH, SOLD HIM! (GAVEL BANGS)
HE GOES TO THE GENTLEMAN IN THE BLACK COWBOY HAT.
NEXT BLOCK, WE'VE GOT A RISING TWO-YEAR-OLD BAY GELDING
COMING IN HERE.
NAME'S HARLEY.
GOOD, STRONG ATHLETIC BODY ON HIM.
FROM A PLEASURE HORSE TO A JUMPING HORSE.
HE'S A BEAUTY, ISN'T HE?
AUCTIONEER: NUMBER 49 IS THE NUMBER TO BUY. UH, 15... UH, 15...
YEAH.
IT WOULDN'T TAKE LONG FOR YOU TO BREAK HIM.
TY, DON'T GO THERE.
AUCTIONEER: (ROLLING PATTER) SEVEN NOW! LET'S GO 7 OF 8! UH, 7 OF 8.
HOW ABOUT 5 NOW? 7 NOW!
HOW ABOUT 6, 7 OF 8? UH, 7 AND HALF.
TY!
WHAT'RE YOU DOING?
I'M BUYING A HORSE.
AUCTIONEER: (ROLLING PATTER) TEN NOW! UH, 10.
ELEVEN NOW, $1100!
I'M AT 10 AND HALF.
10 AND HALF!
10 AND HALF NOW. $1100!
10 AND A HALF, $1100 ON HIM...
(GAVEL BANGS) SOLD HIM! $1050 DOLLARS!
GOOD EYE THERE, YOUNG MAN.
HOW ARE YOU GONNA PAY FOR HIM?
I'VE BEEN SAVING MONEY.
YEAH, FOR A MOTORCYCLE.
HE'S KINDA LIKE A MOTORCYCLE. HIS NAME'S HARLEY.
AUCTIONEER: OKAY, NEXT HORSE COMING IN THE RING
IS LOT NUMBER 51.
UH, NO INFORMATION ON THE CARD ON THIS HORSE.
SO I GUESS JUST BUY HIM AS YOU SEE HIM.
CERTAINLY ACTS GENTLE.
ALRIGHTY! AND A DECENT REIN ON HIM TOO.
HAVE A LOOK AT HIM, BOYS. 25, LET'S GO!
(ROLLING PATTER) UH, 25, 25, $2000 DOLLARS!
I BID $2,000! A $1,000!
UH, 7 AND A HALF!
YUP! YUP! HO!
TY: AMY! I THINK IT'S SPARTAN!
AUCTIONEER: (ROLLING PATTER) 11 ON THE TABLE. NOW 12 AND 8!
UH, 14... HOW ABOUT 13, 14, 15?
UH, $1400...
TY, THAT'S HIM.
AUCTIONEER: 18! AND SOLD THE HORSE! $1800!
BUYER NUMBER 61.
SECOND TIME. $1800.
THAT'S WES.
(GATE SQUEAKS OPEN)
(HORSE WHINNIES)
TY: HEY, SPARTAN.
IT'S ALL RIGHT.
HEY, BUDDY, THAT ONE'S SOLD.
YOU.
WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING WITH MY HORSE?
IT'S NOT YOUR HORSE!
GET OUTTA HERE.
(STRUGGLING GRUNTS)
TOM: MR. CALSTROM?
THAT'S ME.
TOM WHEATLY, BRAND INSPECTOR.
LIKE WE MIGHT HAVE A SLIGHT COMPLICATION
ON OUR HANDS.
THIS YOUNG LADY HERE SEEMS TO THINK
YOU JUST BOUGHT HER STOLEN HORSE.
I GOT THE PAPERS RIGHT HERE.
WES: SO WHAT? SHE'S GOT SOME REGISTRATION PAPERS.
WHERE'S THE BILL OF SALE?
AMY: WELL, WE... WE DIDN'T GET ONE.
YOU DON'T HAVE A BILL OF SALE?
AMY: WELL, MY MOM WHEN SHE...
WHEN...
THE GUY WE BOUGHT HIM FROM DIDN'T GIVE US ONE.
WELL...
THESE PAPERS ARE MEANINGLESS WITHOUT THEM.
WE GONNA BE MUCH LONGER?
SORRY FOR THE INCONVENIENCE, MR. CALSTROM.
LOAD-OUT'S THAT WAY.
WHAT?!
AMY: NO! NO, YOU CAN'T DO THIS! THAT'S MY HORSE!
I'M SORRY, MISS FLEMING.
AMY: STOP IT! YOU'RE HURTING HIM!
THIS IS MY HORSE! YOU CAN'T...
WES! WES, I'LL BUY HIM BACK FROM YOU!
AMY, THERE'S NOTHING WE CAN DO.
NOT NOW ANYWAY.
AMY: THAT'S MY HORSE.
YOU CAN'T DO THIS! YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND!
THAT GUY TRIED TO BURN DOWN OUR BARN!
WHINNIES)
I'M GONNA HAVE TO COME BACK LATER TONIGHT
TO PICK UP THE HORSES, DUTCH.
IF I CAN FIND NEW TIRES BY THEN.
I'LL PUT 'EM IN THE BARN.
YOU LITTLE...
DUTCH: NOT A GOOD IDEA.
I DIDN'T WANT HIM LEAVING
BEFORE WE TALKED TO THE BRAND INSPECTOR.
IT DIDN'T REALLY HELP, DID IT?
JACK: WELL, THANK YOU, CONSTABLE. I APPRECIATE YOUR TIME.
NOBODY KNOWS WHO SPARTAN'S SELLER WAS.
SURPRISE, SURPRISE.
HE USED A FAKE NAME, FAKE I.D.
HE'S PROBABLY LONG GONE BY NOW, AMY.
SO WHAT ABOUT WES? WHAT'S HE DOING OUT OF JAIL?
JACK: WELL, HE PLED GUILTY TO A LESSER CHARGE,
DID SOME TIME AND HE'S OUT ON GOOD BEHAVIOUR.
GOOD BEHAVIOUR? HE ALMOST KILLED YOU.
I'LL FIND HIM.
WHAT? YOU WANNA FIND WES?
WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT, GRAMPA?
SO I CAN MAKE HIM AN OFFER HE CAN'T REFUSE.
I'VE GOT SOMETHING FOR HIM TOO AND IT'S NOT MONEY.
WELL, DON'T THE POLICE KNOW WHERE HE IS?
JACK: HE MIGHT BE IN TOWN.
HE MIGHT BE JUST PASSING THROUGH.
AMY: THERE'S GOTTA BE SOMETHING WE CAN DO.
JACK: NOT MUCH WITHOUT A BILL OF SALE.
AND REMEMBER, YOU DIDN'T EXACTLY BUY SPARTAN FROM MALLEN.
(SIGHS HEAVILY) OKAY, WELL,
I'LL MAKE A FEW CALLS.
I'LL LET YOU KNOW WHAT I FIND OUT.
I BOUGHT HER A COLT.
YOU WHAT?
I BOUGHT AMY A TWO-YEAR-OLD BAY GELDING.
THOUGHT IT MIGHT TAKE HER MIND OFF SPARTAN.
JACK: WELL, THAT'S A NICE THOUGHT, TY,
BUT WHEN SOMEONE'S DOG DIES
YOU CAN'T JUST BUY 'EM A NEW PUPPY
AND THINK EVERYTHING'S GONNA BE OKAY.
JUST GIVE HER SOME TIME.
(CROW CAWS IN THE DISTANCE)
(APPROACHING FOOTSTEPS)
AMY?
HE WAS ALL I HAD LEFT OF HER.
YOUR MOM?
SHE DIED TRYING TO SAVE HIM.
NOW IT'S LIKE HE'S DEAD TOO.
HEY...
AMY: (SOBBING)
IT'S OKAY.
(HORN BLASTS, TIRES SCREECH)
I'LL GIVE YOU TWICE WHAT YOU PAID FOR SPARTAN.
YOU GOT A DEATH WISH, PUNK?
YOUR LITTLE TIRE SLASHING STUNT IS COSTING ME TIME AND MONEY.
YOU'RE LUCKY I DON'T KICK YOUR ASS RIGHT NOW.
THREE TIMES WHAT YOU PAID.
I WOULDN'T SELL YOU THAT HORSE
IF I WAS DOWN TO MY LAST FRICKIN' PENNY.
NOW GET OUT OF MY FACE BEFORE I REARRANGE YOURS.
(STRUGGLING GRUNTS, BEER BOTTLES CRASH)
(HARD PUNCH) UNGH!
UGH... (BREATHING HARD)
THAT'S FOR BREAKING MY BEER,
AND THIS...
IS FOR PLAIN BUGGING ME
WITH THAT UGLY BABY FACE OF YOURS.
UNGH!
THAT'S FOR BUYING SPARTAN.
AND THIS...
THIS IS FOR JUST BEING AN ASS.
(HARD PUNCH)
(GROANS)
(BOTTLES CLANK)
THANKS FOR THE BEER.
I'LL BE SURE TO TOAST TO YA.
YOU'RE A DEAD MAN, BORDEN.
MALLORY: HEY, BOY.
WHAT'S WRONG?
YOU MISS YOUR BUDDY, DON'T YOU?
ME TOO.
JACK: IT COULD BE YOUR NEW LOOK IS SCARING HIM A BIT.
WELL, HE PROBABLY THINKS YOU'RE A RACCOON.
(DOOR SHUTS)
(READING ALOUD) "BALLET IN CALGARY TONIGHT." (GASPS)
"PICK YOU UP AT 6:30."
PICK ME UP?
(DIALLING BEEPS)
UH...
PETER. HEY, IT'S LOU.
LISTEN, UM...
THE BALLET TONIGHT SOUNDS WONDERFUL,
BUT YOU... YOU REALLY...
YOU DON'T HAVE TO COME PICK ME UP
ALL THE WAY AT THE RANCH.
I MEAN, I CAN JUST EASILY MEET YOU AT THE THEATRE, OKAY?
I HOPE YOU GET THIS MESSAGE. OKAY, BYE.
MALLORY: WAS THAT THE INTERNET GUY?
MALLORY...
YOU'RE MEETING HIM IN THE CITY, ALONE?!
AND WHY HAVEN'T WE MET THIS GUY?
YOU KNOW WHAT?
YOU HAVE NOTHING TO WORRY ABOUT, OKAY?
BECAUSE HE'S A REALLY NICE GUY.
YEAH, AND SO WAS TED BUNDY.
IT IS A BEAUTIFUL DAY OUTSIDE.
WHAT ARE YOU DOING COOPED UP IN HERE?
OKAY, LOOK.
MALLORY, I'LL TELL YOU WHAT...
YOU GO TACK UP COPPER
AND ME AND YOU CAN GO FOR A TRAIL RIDE, OKAY?
I DON'T FEEL LIKE IT.
(SURPRISED GASP)
HEY, UH...
HOW WAS YOUR AFTERNOON WITH KIT?
OH MY GOD.
WHEN YOU GUYS FIGHT, YOU DON'T HOLD BACK.
TY: IT'S NOT FROM KIT, OKAY?
I HAD A BIT OF A...
RUN-IN WITH WES.
HOW DID YOU FIND HIM?
TY: PULLED A FAVOUR FROM CLINT.
HE KNEW A GUY WHO KNEW A GUY.
ANYWAY,
I OFFERED TO PAY HIM THREE TIMES
WHAT HE PAID FOR SPARTAN.
THIS WAS HIS ANSWER.
(BOLT CUTTERS CLATTERS)
WHAT ARE THOSE FOR?
AMY: UM, I WAS JUST...
PLANNING ON FIXING FENCES LATER.
TY, NO! TY! GIVE IT BACK!
BINOCULARS?
FLASHLIGHT?
YOU PLANNING ON FIXING FENCES IN THE DARK?
I'M GONNA BRING SPARTAN BACK.
HE IS MY HORSE
AND NO ONE'S GONNA TAKE HIM FROM ME!
AND HOW'RE YOU GONNA GET SPARTAN
OUT OF A LOCKED AUCTION HOUSE
WITH A SECURITY GUARD ON SITE?
I'VE GOT IT UNDER CONTROL.
COME ON, AMY.
THEFT OVER $500 IS A FELONY.
YOU CAN GO TO JAIL.
YEAH, WELL, I'M NOT PLANNING ON GETTING CAUGHT.
THIS IS A REALLY, REALLY BAD IDEA, OKAY?
I'VE BEEN TO JAIL. IT'S NOT A FUN PLACE
AND I DON'T EVER WANT TO GO BACK!
I'M NOT ASKING FOR YOUR HELP!
AMY, COME ON, PLEASE DON'T DO THIS.
I AM GONNA GET SPARTAN BACK.
(SIGHS) WHAT TIME DO WE LEAVE?
9:30.
OKAY.
HEY. LOU.
HEY, ARE YOU OKAY?
YEAH, GREAT.
OKAY.
HEY, UM...
ARE YOU SURE YOU'RE OKAY WITH ME GOING OUT TONIGHT?
YEAH, ABSOLUTELY.
'CAUSE I CAN STAY.
NO. GO. HAVE FUN.
OKAY.
AND YOU KNOW YOU CAN CALL ME ON MY CELL PHONE
IF YOU NEED ANYTHING AND...
LOU.
(SIGHS) OKAY.
HEY, UM, DO I LOOK OKAY?
YEAH, YOU LOOK GREAT.
(NERVOUS EXHALE)
OKAY.
GO ON! GO HAVE FUN.
LOU: OKAY.
YOU ON YOUR WAY OUT?
YEAH.
HAVE A GOOD NIGHT.
YOU TOO.
HEY...
(DOOR SLAMS SHUT)
EVERYTHING OKAY?
(NERVOUS EXHALE) YEAH, I UM...
I JUST FORGOT... I FORGOT MY KEYS SOMEWHERE.
OH!
(NERVOUS LAUGH) HERE THEY ARE.
IN MY PURSE.
SILLY ME.
(NERVOUS LAUGH)
OKAY.
BYE.
DIDN'T YOU GET MY MESSAGE? YEAH, I DID.
WHAT KIND OF GUY LETS HIS DATE
DRIVE HERSELF TO THE BALLET?
WHAT WAS THAT ALL ABOUT?
WHAT?
WHAT? YOU JUST CLOSED THE DOOR IN MY FACE.
LOU: OH, UH, WE JUST GOT A PUPPY.
I DIDN'T WANT THE PUPPY TO GET OUT.
(DOOR SLAMS SHUT OUTSIDE)
(TRUCK STARTS UP AND RUMBLES AWAY)
(SNORING QUIETLY)
(FLOORBOARD SQUEAKS, JACK SNORTS)
(DOOR BANGS, DOG BARKS IN DISTANCE)
(HAND GRASPS FIRMLY)
(WHISPERING) WHAT'RE YOU DOING HERE?!
I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU LEFT WITHOUT ME!
(WHISPERING) GO HOME, AMY!
I'M NOT GOING ANYWHERE!
IT'S TOO RISKY, OKAY?
JACK WOULD KILL ME IF WE GOT CAUGHT.
NOW PLEASE GO! NO.
HMM.
LOOKS LIKE SOMEONE BORROWED MY TRUCK.
UH, I EXPECT SHE'LL BE BACK SOON ENOUGH.
DO YOU WANT TO STAY?
I THINK TY PUT SOME BEER IN THE FRIDGE.
CALEB: SURE.
YEAH, A BEER SOUNDS GOOD.
SO UH...
CONGRATULATIONS ON GETTING YOUR RODEO CARD.
THANKS.
WHEN ARE YOU HEADING SOUTH?
OH, I DON'T KNOW, YOU KNOW?
I'VE STILL GOTTA WORK OUT THE FINANCIAL END.
WELL, EVER THINK ABOUT GETTING A SPONSOR?
WELL, THAT'S KINDA WHAT I WANTED TO TALK TO AMY ABOUT.
OH?
I...
I WAS APPROACHED BY A BUSINESS OWNER,
BUT I'M JUST NOT SURE IT'S GONNA WORK OUT.
YOU KNOW, SHE'S...
WELL, I THINK SHE WANTS TO SPONSOR ME
FOR ALL THE WRONG REASONS.
YOU KNOW...
TO KEEP ME AWAY FROM A CERTAIN SOMEONE.
OH, I SEE.
WOULDN'T HAVE SOMETHING TO DO WITH YOUR LIVING ARRANGEMENT,
WOULD IT?
IT MIGHT.
I SUPPOSE IT'S NONE OF MY BUSINESS.
SO THIS POTENTIAL SPONSOR OF YOURS,
WHAT'S YOUR GUT TELL YOU?
NOT TO CASH THE CHEQUE.
WELL, YOU MIGHT WANT TO LISTEN TO THAT.
(INSIDE TRAILER, TV PROGRAM BLARES LOUDLY)
AMY: (GRUNT OF FRUSTRATION)
UGH! THESE THINGS ARE SO DULL!
LET ME TRY. HERE. I GOT IT.IT,
AMY, LET ME TRY!
AMY: OKAY. GIVE ME THIS.
UGH! WE DON'T HAVE TIME FOR THIS.
TOLD YOU THEY WERE DULL.
TY: THEY'RE NOT DULL. IT'S A KRYPTONITE LOCK.
YOU COULDN'T BUST THAT THING WITH A SLEDGEHAMMER.
YOU'VE GOT TO USE THIS.
COME ON...
(LOCK CLICKS) THERE WE GO.
TY AND AMY: (LAUGHING)
OKAY, THAT WAS PRETTY IMPRESSIVE.
TY: I'VE SEEN EVERY MISSION IMPOSSIBLE MOVIE THERE IS.
AMY: (LAUGHS)
(DOOR RUMBLING OPEN)
TY: NO, WAIT! THE ALARM!
(SILENCE)
OKAY, GO.
(HORSE WHINNIES)
AMY: (BREATHING HARD)
THERE HE IS.
(HORSE WHINNIES SHRILLY)
(HORSE SNORTS)
GIVE ME THE HALTER.
EASY.
(SPARTAN SNORTS, AGITATED)
EASY, BOY, EASY!
COME ON. YOU'RE ALL RIGHT. LOOK, IT'S JUST ME.
TY: PUT THE HALTER ON FAST!
AMY: I'M TRYING!
(HORSE SNORTS NERVOUSLY)
TY: SOMEONE'S COMING!
AMY: GO, GO, GO, GO!
(SPARTAN WHINNIES LOUDLY)
TY, HURRY! (GATE CLANKS)
TY: (GRUNTS)
DUTCH: SO THAT'S YOU MAKING ALL THE NOISE.
WHAT'S YOUR PROBLEM, HUH?
(SPARTAN SNORTS NERVOUSLY)
WHAT'S SPOOKING YOU NOW?
(GATE RATTLES NEARBY)
(HORSES WHINNY AND SNORT LOUDLY)
WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING SNEAKING UP ON ME?
WHO ELSE YOU EXPECTING?
YOU'RE LATE.
WES: WELL, IT TOOK ME AWHILE TO GET THE DAMN TIRES ON THE TRAILER.
GET THAT LIGHT OUT OF MY FACE!
(GATE SQUEAKS)
(SPARTAN WHINNIES WILDLY)
WHOA!
SIMMER DOWN.
HEY, LET'S LOAD THE OTHER TWO UP FIRST.
WHY?
THIS GUY'S BEEN SPOOKY ALL NIGHT.
I HAVE A FEELING HE'S GONNA FIGHT US
AT THE TRAILER.
ATTITUDE. (HORSE WHINNIES LOUDLY)
JUST LIKE HIS PREVIOUS OWNER.
WHERE ARE THE OTHERS?
BY THE LOAD-OUT DOOR.
(GATE SQUEAKS AND BANGS CLOSED)
(SPARTAN WHINNIES LOUDLY)
WE HAVE TO GO FAST!
DUTCH AND WES: (TALKING IN THE DISTANCE)
(GATE CLINKING OPEN)
IT'S OKAY, BOY. EASY.
(AGITATED GRUNTS AND SNORTS)
SPARTAN! WAIT!
(SPARTAN WHINNIES LOUDLY)
SPARTAN!
(HORSE RUMBLING)
(HORSE WHINNIES LOUDLY)
(LOUD BANG OUTSIDE)
(WHISPERING) AMY, YOU HAVE TO GET OUT OF HERE!
I'LL GET SPARTAN OUT ON MY OWN!
NO.
AMY, PLEASE WAIT FOR ME IN THE FIELD, OKAY?
(SPARTAN SNORTS)
AMY: TY, TURN THAT OFF.
TURN IT OFF!
(LOUD CLANK)
HEY.
JUST WANT TO GET YOU HOME.
THERE YOU GO.
(LOUD CLANK)
TY: AMY, WE DON'T HAVE TIME FOR THIS!
AMY: COME ON.
TY: (GRUNTING)
(GRUNTING AND GASPING)
HERE, THE DOOR'S CHAINED.
I'LL TAKE SPARTAN. YOU GO AND OPEN THE DOOR.
DUTCH: DON'T MOVE!
(GRUNTS)
WES: NOT THIS TIME, TY!
TY: (GRUNTS)
I'LL LET AMY KNOW YOU DROPPED BY.
THANKS FOR THE ADVICE, JACK.
IN THE END, IT'S YOUR CHOICE.
(TELEPHONE RINGS)
CALEB: SEE YA.
(BEEPS PHONE ON)
HELLO?
O-OKAY, JUST SLOW DOWN.
I CAN'T UNDERSTAND A WORD YOU'RE SAYING.
I'LL BE RIGHT THERE. (BEEPS PHONE OFF)
MALLORY: OH MY GOSH, WHAT HAPPENED?!
IS LOU OKAY?
I HOPE SO. IT'S THE OTHER ONE!
I'M COMING.
JACK: NO. YOU'RE STAYING PUT.
BUT JACK!
YOU GIRLS ARE GONNA SEND ME TO THE BONE YARD
BEFORE MY TIME.
(POLICE RADIO SQUAWKS)
LOU: UM...
HEY, I'M JUST GONNA HOP OUT HERE, OKAY?
CAN I GET DROPPED OFF HERE PLEASE?
JUST AT THE DRIVEWAY?
PETER: WHY HERE?
LOU: UM, BECAUSE I HAD SUCH A WONDERFUL NIGHT
THAT I JUST WANT TO WALK UNDER THE STARS
AND TAKE IT ALL IN.
I JUST DON'T WANT MY NIGHT TO END.
HERE IN THE FREEZING COLD AND PITCH BLACK
AND WITH COYOTES AND GOD KNOWS WHAT ELSE?
YEAH, I'M A COUNTRY GIRL. I CAN HANDLE IT, OKAY?
OH YEAH?
A CRAZY COUNTRY GIRL IS WHAT YOU ARE.
(CHUCKLES)
AT LEAST LET ME WALK YOU UP.
OH, NO, UM...
IT'S FINE, REALLY.
I...
I COULD WALK THIS ROAD BLINDFOLDED BACKWARDS, OKAY?
YEAH, IN STILETTOS?
LOOK, I...
I HAD A REALLY, REALLY NICE TIME TONIGHT.
THANK YOU.
OKAY, GOOD NIGHT.
OKAY.
BE CAREFUL.
BYE.
(LIMO RUMBLES AS IT BACKS UP)
(DOOR CLOSES)
GRAMPA?
LOU: (GRIMACING) COULD IT BE ANY COLDER OUTSIDE?
OH, MY FEET ARE KILLING ME. (GROANS)
TY'S IN JAIL.
WHA...?
(TRUCK RUMBLES)
SAY SOMETHING, JACK.
YOU DON'T WANNA HEAR WHAT I'VE GOT TO SAY.
EAT.
I'M NOT HUNGRY.
AMY, YOU HAVE BEEN SAYING THAT FOR A WEEK
AND YOU ARE GONNA COLLAPSE IF YOU KEEP THIS UP.
SO EAT.
(DOOR SQUEAKS OPEN)
(DOOR SHUTS)
AMY: OH, THANK GOD!
GRAMPA?
GRAMPA.
I KNOW I'VE DISAPPOINTED YOU AND...
I KNOW WHAT I DID WAS WRONG, BUT...
I DON'T KNOW, I JUST GOT CARRIED AWAY AND...
THIS WAS NOT TY'S FAULT AT ALL.
HE... HE TRIED TO TALK ME OUT OF IT,
AND I...
I JUST DIDN'T LISTEN. I'M...
I'M REALLY SORRY.
WHAT THE HELL WERE YOU THINKING?!
HUH?!
YOU BOTH COULD'VE ENDED UP BEHIND THOSE STEEL BARS!
NOW, I MANAGED TO BAIL HIM OUT!
BUT IF HE'S CONVICTED,
HE WON'T BE GOING BACK TO JUVIE;
HE'LL BE LOOKING AT SERIOUS JAIL TIME,
WITH HARDENED CRIMINALS!
(DOOR OPENS)
(DOOR CLOSES)
(HEAVY SIGH)
(VIOLENT CRASH)
(HORSE SNUFFLES)
HEY, TY.
(HORSE SNORTS)
UM, I...
I AM SO SORRY.
YOU KNOW, I SHOULD'VE LISTENED TO YOU.
YOU KNOW, YOU TOLD ME THIS WAS A BAD IDEA
AND THAT I SHOULDN'T HAVE DONE IT AND...
I DON'T KNOW. I'M JUST... I'M...
I'M SO STUPID SOMETIMES. I...
NO, YOU'RE NOT STUPID.
YOU'RE JUST...
PASSIONATE.
I'D DO IT AGAIN IN A SECOND.
I'D DO ANYTHING FOR YOU.
ARE YOU GOING TO JAIL?
TY: I DON'T KNOW. MAYBE.
MALLORY: THAT WOULD TOTALLY SUCK
IF THEY PUT YOU IN THE SLAMMER
FOR TRYING TO BRING SPARTAN HOME.
BUT...
I THOUGHT IT WAS PRETTY COOL WHAT YOU DID.
NO, IT WASN'T COOL, MALLORY.
THERE WAS NOTHING COOL ABOUT IT.
I KNOW EVERYONE'S BEEN RAGGING ON YOU
ABOUT YOUR NEW... LOOK.
I DON'T CARE WHAT YOU DO, BUT MAYBE COPPER DOES.
(HORSE SNORTS)
AMY: HEY, UM, I'VE BEEN THINKING.
UH OH.
I'M SERIOUS.
SOMETHING'S BEEN BUGGING ME.
DO YOU REMEMBER WHAT THAT SECURITY GUARD GUY,
UH, DUTCH,
HE SAID TO WES WHEN HE SHOWED UP?
YEAH, HE SAID, "YOU'RE LATE."
YEAH, LIKE HE WAS EXPECTING HIM OR SOMETHING.
AND WHEN WES WAS LOOKING AT HIS SLASHED TIRES,
DUTCH WAS RIGHT THERE WITH HIM.
WHAT, YOU THINK THEY'RE WORKING TOGETHER?
I MEAN, DON'T YOU THINK IT'S A BIT OF A COINCIDENCE
THAT WES GETS OUT OF JAIL
AND THEN SPARTAN JUST HAPPENS TO GET STOLEN?
AND THEN WES JUST HAPPENS TO BUY HIM.
BUT THE THING I DON'T GET
IS WHY WOULD WES BUY HIM BACK?
TO MAKE IT LEGAL.
IT'S LIKE A MONEY LAUNDERING THING.
ONE GUY STEALS THE HORSE,
THE OTHER GUY TAKES IT TO THE AUCTION HOUSE.
THEN THE THIEF BUYS IT BACK,
GET'S A LEGITIMATE BILL OF SALE,
THEN TURNS AROUND
AND SELLS THE HORSE FOR MORE MONEY.
OKAY, LET'S GO TELL GRAMPA.
WHAT YOU'VE GOT IS A THEORY.
BUT IT MAKES PERFECT SENSE, GRAMPA.
SO DID YOUR LITTLE HORSE CAPER.
HE'S IN IT FOR THE MONEY, JACK.
OKAY.
LET'S JUST SAY YOU'RE RIGHT.
I KNOW WE ARE. I KNOW WHAT TO DO.
ALL WE HAVE TO DO...
YOU'RE NOT DOING ANYTHING.
LOOK, JACK...
AND NEITHER ARE YOU.
JUST...
JUST LEAVE IT UP TO THE GROWNUPS THIS TIME.
(HARD PUNCH)
JACK: WHERE'S SPARTAN?
SPARTAN WHO?
(HARD PUNCH, WES GRUNTS IN PAIN)
TRY IT AGAIN, JACK. I ADJUSTED HIS HEARING.
WES...
SHAKE THE MAN'S HAND.
(WES GROANS IN PAIN)
I SHOULD'VE BURNT THAT BARN DOWN
WITH YOU IN IT.
WELL, THAT'S KINDA WHAT HAPPENED, WES.
WES: (WHIMPERS IN PAIN)
WE KNOW ABOUT YOUR LITTLE DEAL
WITH THE AUCTION HOUSE.
I DON'T KNOW WHAT YOU'RE TALKING ABOUT.
WES: (GRUNTS)
I TALKED TO YOUR BUDDY, DUTCH.
IT'S AMAZING HOW A GUY WILL SPILL HIS GUTS
WHEN YOU OFFER HIM A WHACK OF CASH.
YOU'RE BLUFFING.
(BONES CRUNCH, WES WHIMPERS)
TIM: I THINK THE COPS WOULD HAVE THIS WRAPPED UP
IN AN HOUR OR TWO.
WHAT DO YOU THINK, JACK?
NOW WHY DON'T YOU TELL US WHERE WE CAN GET OUR HORSE
AND WE'LL BE ON OUR WAY.
(WHIMPERING IN PAIN)
OKAY, OKAY, OKAY. UM...
UH, BAKER'S FIELD, A MILE DOWN THE RIVER ROAD.
(WHIMPERING) M-MY HAND... YOU'RE GONNA BREAK IT.
COME ON, WES.
JUST A GOOD OLD-FASHIONED COWBOY HANDSHAKE.
TIM: (SLAPS PAPER INTO HAND)
SIGN IT.
RIGHT HERE.
BILL OF SALE.
ATTA BOY.
PLEASURE DOING BUSINESS WITH YOU, WES.
(HARD SLAP)
(DOORS SLAM SHUT)
NICE BLUFF.
TIM: OH, I WASN'T SURE IT WAS GONNA WORK.
I THINK I DISLOCATED A KNUCKLE.
I PULLED A MUSCLE IN MY GOOD SHOULDER.
TIM AND JACK: (CHUCKLE)
(TRUCK STARTS UP)
HEY.
(HORSE SNORTS)
WHAT'S WITH THE S.O.S. CALL?
YOU GOT YOUR RODEO SPONSOR! THAT'S GREAT!
WHAT'S WRONG?
LOOK WHO WROTE THE CHEQUE.
VAL STANTON.
SO?
CAN'T DO IT.
(SIGHS) WHY NOT?
I JUST CAN'T.
SHE'S TRYING TO BUY ME OFF TO KEEP ME AWAY FROM ASHLEY.
CALEB, ASHLEY'S YOUR FRIEND, RIGHT?
SO, SHE'LL UNDERSTAND.
SHE'D WANT YOU TO FOLLOW YOUR DREAM.
COME ON.
JUST THINK ABOUT IT, OKAY?
OKAY.
(HORSE SNORTS)
AMY: (GASPS)
(LAUGHING HAPPILY)
JACK, HOW DID YOU...?
LONG STORY.
TY: HEY, SPARTAN.
JACK: I DID HAVE A LITTLE CHAT WITH CONSTABLE RODIGUEZ THOUGH.
I DON'T KNOW IF HE STILL HAS A THING FOR LOU OR WHAT,
BUT...
HE'S AGREED TO FORGET THIS LITTLE INDISCRETION OF YOURS
EVER HAPPENED.
YOUR FILE WILL DISAPPEAR
RIGHT AFTER YOU'VE DONE TWO MONTHS
OF COMMUNITY SERVICE WORK.
YOU MEAN, I'M NOT GOING...
NO.
(RELIEVED SIGH)
THANK YOU, JACK.
(GRUNTS IN PAIN)
YEAH, DON'T ASK.
AMY: THANK YOU!
JACK: (GRUNTING)
AMY: THANK YOU! THANK YOU!
(LAUGHING EXCITEDLY)
JACK: DON'T START CELEBRATING TOO FAST, YOU TWO.
YOU, YOUNG LADY,
YOU ARE GROUNDED UNTIL FURTHER NOTICE.
AND YOU...
YOU THINK YOU'RE WORKING LONG HOURS NOW?
YOU JUST WAIT.
THIS COMMUNITY SERVICE IDEA,
THAT DOESN'T COME FROM THE POLICE,
THAT COMES FROM ME!
AND YOU CAN START BY CLEANING OUT
THE SEPTIC TANK RIGHT ABOUT NOW.
YES, SIR.
TY AND AMY: (LAUGHING HAPPILY)
CALEB: HEY.
HI.
I HEARD THE GOOD NEWS.
YEAH. MY BOY'S BACK. AREN'T YOU, BOY?
SO, I GOT MYSELF A PRO-RODEO SPONSORSHIP.
WHEN DO YOU LEAVE?
WELL, THAT ALL DEPENDS.
I MEAN, I COULD STAY FOR A COUPLE MORE WEEKS.
AH...
THEN AGAIN THE WEATHER'S TURNING
SO I'LL PROBABLY HEAD OUT TODAY.
WE'RE GONNA BE A LITTLE SHORTHANDED
OVER HERE, AREN'T WE?
AH, YOU'LL FIND SOMEONE.
YEAH, I GUESS.
(SPARTAN SNUFFLES)
WELL...
WELL, GOOD LUCK.
THANKS.
HEY, UH, I'LL SEE YA.
YES, YOU WILL.
♪ Frozen minds and frozen hearts ♪
♪ Holding up your sleeps ♪
CALEB: TRY NOT TO MAKE MY MANSION TOO GIRLY WHILE I'M GONE.
ASHLEY: I'LL TRY.
CALEB: AND DON'T FORGET TO KICK HE HEATER
WHEN IT CONKS OUT.
I WILL.
I'M GONNA MISS YOU, COWBOY.
I'M GONNA MISS YOU TOO.
HERE.
WHAT'S THIS?
IT'S TO PUT YOUR BELT BUCKLES IN.
(LAUGHS)
♪ It's more than life ♪
♪ It's more than this ♪
♪ It's more than I have ♪
♪ It's not that hard ♪
♪ It's not as easy as it seems ♪
♪ To pick up the pieces... ♪
WELL...
I GUESS I'D BETTER GET GOING.
YEAH.
NOW GO BREAK A BRONC, WILL YA?
♪ Quiet eyes and quiet thoughts ♪
♪ Creeping up on you ♪
(TRUCK RUMBLES AWAY)
♪ Push them out and move along ♪
♪ And I would if I were you ♪
♪ Let your guard down with the night ♪
♪ Ye-ah, ye-ah, ye-ah ♪
♪ Lay regrets down in your eyes ♪
♪ It's more than life ♪
♪ It's more than this ♪
♪ It's more than I have ♪
♪ It's not that hard ♪
♪ It's not as easy as it seems ♪
♪ To pick up the pieces... ♪
ASHLEY?
WHAT'S WRONG, HONEY?
(TEARFUL) CALEB'S GONE.
♪ Pull the stars down from the sky ♪
♪ Lay your head down next to mine! ♪
♪ Oh, oh, it's more than this ♪
TY: SO HOW'D YOU KNOW?
AMY: KNOW WHAT?
THAT SPARTAN WASN'T GONE FOREVER.
WELL, THERE'S SOME THINGS THAT YOU JUST SORTA KNOW.
TY AND AMY: (CHUCKLE)
♪ It's more than life ♪
♪ It's more than this ♪
♪ It's more than I have ♪
♪ It's not that hard ♪
♪ It's not as easy as it seems ♪
♪ To pick up the pieces of your dreams ♪
♪ It's more than life ♪
♪ It's more than this ♪
♪ It's more than I have ♪
♪ It's not that hard ♪
COME ON.
♪ It's not as easy as it seems ♪
♪ To pick up the pieces ♪