"Previously on "Heartland"...:" "It's okay." "(Bear growls)" "Whoa!" "Amy!" "Hey!" "Mallory:" "What are you doing?" "!" "I am in the middle of a shift!" "Well, he needs to be brushed out, ridden a little and have his stall cleaned." "Supposed to be coming home in a couple of days, but now she wants to stay for another week or so." "Well, I guess there's more to see in Italy." "You ever heard of a bride not coming back on her honeymoon with her husband?" "Did I ever thank you for rescuing me?" "Not yet." "Well..." "Thank you." "It's not a problem." "(Truck rumbles)" "It's cold up here." "Yeah, I'm so sorry I had to call you." "I tried grandpa, but... don't worry about it." "What're you doing up in Canmore anyway?" "Well, a client hired me to put some miles on a young horse." "That horse have snow tires on?" "Amy:" "(Laughs)" "Too bad you didn't get to keep that ring of fire truck." "Are you kidding?" "I gave it back." "Do you know what it's like to drive through town in a big red truck with flames?" "Yeah, I get it." "I had a chance to win it again." "They invited me back." "What, to defend your title?" "Yeah." "I turned them down though." "How come?" "Well, I just..." "Yeah, but there's a lot of money in it." "You know, from now on, I just wanna work with horses that really need my help." "Could still use your own truck though." "You wanna give it a shot?" "Yup." "(Music blasts from earbuds)" "Don't stop on my account." "I have to say," "I am glad you convinced me to spend more time with Copper." "Well, I'm glad too, Mallory." "It gives you an excuse to come out here." "I know you've been real busy." "Yeah, with everything." "Too busy to stay for supper?" "What's Lou making?" "(Laughs)" "(Chuckles)" "Marnie:" "I know it's a little late, but the closer we get to my due date, the more freaked out Jerry gets." "Lou:" "Marnie, I am happy to be your labour coach." "Besides, it'll be good practice." "Can you believe that last time" "Jerry actually fainted in the delivery room?" "Well, he may be squeamish." "But at least he's on the same continent as you." "But Peter knows your due date." "I'm sure he'll be back before then." "Yeah, he better be." "Well, if he isn't, you know you can count on me." "(Mats flap)" "Lou:" "Okay, sitting nice and light on the ball, we're going to find our pelvis." "Tilt... and tilt, and forward and back, and a nice lateral stretch." "(Phone rings, Jerry junior giggles)" "Jack:" "Is anybody gonna get that?" "(Toys clatter, Jack grunts)" "(Phone ringing)" "Thank you." "Can I have the phone?" "Thank you very much." "Hello?" "Hello!" "Marnie:" "Oh my God, Jerry!" "Grandpa, are you okay?" "Is that the phone?" "Was it Peter?" "Um, I don't know that." "I didn't get to it fast enough." "Did he leave a message?" "No, it's not Peter." "It's the Foothills Cowboy Hall of Fame." "Huh." "Apparently, they've got some kind of news." "Hey, baby, uh..." "I think it's morning there, or maybe it's dinnertime." "This is getting weird trying to figure out the whole time zone thing, so maybe you could phone me." "(Vehicle rumbles nearby)" "Oh damn!" "Bryce!" "Um..." "'Kay, I gotta go." "I love you, Ash." "(Truck rumbles)" "Hey, guys." "Look, uh, totally forgot to tell you, but..." "My rodeo buddy, Bryce, he's looking for someone to give his roping horse a leg up so he can sell it." "I said he could come by." "Well, what's wrong with him?" "Nothing, except he's been standing in a field for a couple of years." "A horse like that doesn't need someone like me." "Well, my friend will pay your rate." "If he's a roper, Caleb, why doesn't he just do it himself?" "Well, it's a little more complicated than that." "Bryce was in Afghanistan." "(Laughs)" "Hey, Odell, check out my new set of wheels!" "Ho!" " Huh?" " Ha!" "Come here, you devil dog!" "How's it going?" "(Playful laughter)" "Caleb:" "Good seeing you, man." "Bryce:" "Oh, it's good to see you." "♪" "♪" "♪ And at the break of day ♪" "♪ you sank into your dream ♪" "♪ you dreamer ♪" "♪ oh, oh, oh... ♪" "♪ you dreamer ♪" "♪ you dreamer ♪" "Lou:" "So?" "Did you talk to the Hall of Fame?" "Well, I tried calling them back, but all I got was a message, telling me they're closed till Monday." "Come on, grandpa, you know why they called." "I don't wanna jump to conclusions." "There is only one reason they would call you now and you know it." "The Hall of Fame banquet!" "What else could it be?" "Well, it could be lots of things." "Mm-mm." "They are going to induct you into the Hall of Fame, and it's about time!" "I suppose I have paid my share of dues all right." "Notches look pretty worn down, the incisors are pretty long..." "Lots of angularities, so..." "I'd say nine, ten years old?" "Oh, it's close, but no cigar." "He's twelve." "I broke him myself when he was three." "Huh." "Scott:" "And what about general body condition?" "Is this a test?" "You bet it is." "Okay." "Ah, well, his coat looks pretty good." "He's got a bit of a hay belly." "It's probably from all the standing around he's been doing." "Yeah, I figure he could use about a hundred pounds of muscle." "Bryce:" "So, adjust his feed, couple of weeks with Amy tuning him up and he's good to go on the market." "You know, Bryce, when you see what Amy can do in just a couple of weeks, you might wanna reconsider." "It's a nice thought." "But in case you haven't notice, doc, don't have much use for a roping horse." "But, hey, you know, maybe I can sell him to Caleb." "He always pays too much for his horses." "Amy:" "Scott." "What were you getting at?" "He's pretty atheltic" "Do you think he'd be a good candidate for para-riding?" "You got a suggestion?" "I don't know." "I have this client who does paradressage." "It wasn't easy for her, but I've seen the benefits." "It can be like giving someone back their legs." "Caleb:" "The wife is still in Italy." "Bryce:" "You're kidding me!" "The young bride went AWOL on your honeymoon." "Caleb:" "Well, it's not like that, man." "She's with her mom." "Bryce:" " Her mom?" "!" "Caleb:" " Yeah." "Bryce:" "Oh, that's even worse!" "Man, you must be one big hunk of burning love!" "Caleb:" "Hey, Jack, come here." "I want you to meet a buddy of mine." "This is Bryce." "Bryce Quinn, cowboy soldier." "Yes, sir." "Jack Bartlett." "Pleasure to meet you." "I was uh..." "Real sorry to hear about the injury." "We all appreciate the sacrifice you made." "Well, you know what we say in the military, Jack?" "Adapt and overcome." "Caleb:" " Yeah." "Jack:" " You bet." "My granddaughter is cooking up a storm in the kitchen and it'd be an honour to have you at our table." "Yes, sir." "Never turn down a good home-cooked meal." "Me neither." "(Exhales heavily)" " Lou." " Hey." "Are you busy?" "Have a minute?" "Yeah." "(Taken aback) Wow." "I knew you were pregnant, but seeing you like this now, I..." "Wow." "It's wow for me too." "So when are you due?" "Uh, sixty-one days." "Give or take." "Oh, uh..." "Another wow moment." "Come here, feel this." "Both:" "(Chuckling)" "You have a little soccer player in there." "(Chuckling)" "(Cell phone rings)" "I have to mash the potatoes." "Scott:" "Hey." "Sure." "I can pick something up on the way back." "All right, see you soon." "(Phone beeps off)" "Too bad." "I was gonna ask you to stay for dinner." "Oh... maybe next time." "Sure." "Oh, hey, you wanted to talk to me about something." "Uh, yeah, but..." "it's all good." "I'll talk to you later." "(Front door opens)" "Bryce: ..." "And I guess when I joined up," "I figured nothing could be a bigger rush than eight seconds on a fire-breathing bronc." "I mean, you know?" "Yeah, that's until you hear gunfire." "Then you realize that, man, they're shooting at you." "So, Bryce, how did you end up in a wheelchair?" "Mallory!" "Oh no, it's okay." "I don't mind talking about it." "It happened in the middle of the night." "Um, everything was going fine, until, uh..." "I don't know, somebody threw on "boot scootin' boogie"" "and then the whole place just went ballistic." "Line dancing accident." "All:" "(Playful laughter)" "But, hey, enough about me, okay?" "I'd like to hoist a glass and just thank you all for inviting me into your home." "Oh, and while we're at it, how about a toast to the newest member of the Foothills Cowboy Hall of Fame?" "Amy:" "What?" "Gran... are you serious?" "Way to keep that under your hat, Jack." "Jack:" "Stop, stop." "I'm pretty sure that, well, having a bunch of old cowboys sing your praises does not hold a match to putting your life on the line to serve your country." "All:" "Cheers!" "Right on!" "To Bryce!" "Hey, seeing as I can still bend my elbow," "I'll raise a glass to as many toasts as you care to make." "You know, Bryce, you can do a lot more than bend your elbow." "You can totally ride again." "They have these special saddles and programs, and..." "Look, there are riders who do reining, some even jump." "There was a Canadian who won the Olympic gold medal for para-dressage." "Cheers to them, whomever they are." "Lou:" "(Clears her throat)" "There is pumpkin pie for dessert." "Bryce:" "Really?" "Let me help you with this." "Lou:" "Okay." "You know, Amy." "Um..." "I already got a chest full of medals." "In case you haven't figured it out yet," "I don't do anything in a para-assed way." "Amy:" "Come on, Ty, you know it would be the perfect thing for him." "Maybe." "But you were selling something he just wasn't buying." "The guy's doing pretty good, considering what he's been through." "I..." "I don't know, I just think there's something going on behind all the jokes and that." "The guy's a war vet, Amy." "He's lost the use of his legs." "It's not the easiest thing to deal with." "Maybe you're right." "Coming from you," "I haven't heard that in a while." "Don't get used to it." "Don't worry, I won't." "Bryce:" "Come on, Caleb!" "Push him!" "Come on!" "Do it!" "Let's go!" "Come on, man!" "Move it!" "You gotta let him go!" "Are you kidding?" "I am letting him go." "He's got nothing left in the tank though." "Well, no kidding, the way you're hanging on his mouth like that." "Thanks, but I do know what I'm doing." "That horse knows more about roping than you ever will, okay?" "You run down calves that are bad, you run down calves that are good, it doesn't matter." "He'll get you where you gotta be when you gotta be there, every time." "You can diss me as much as you want, but this guy needs a lot of work." "Yeah, well, so do you, okay?" "I'm not interested in giving anybody roping lessons." "I'm just..." "I wanna sell the horse." "Hey, buddy." "(Laughs)" "Hey." "I got no pretzels, man." "I got nothing." "(Laughs)" "He loves pretzels." "(Exhales, in thought)" "You guys are the pros." "Deal with it." "(Door closes)" "Jack, I brought something for you." "(Impressed whistle) Smithville." "That's a hat a man can't help but admire." "So, do you think you can spring for a new one?" "After all, you're gonna need a new hat for that whole theme thing." "What are you, a travelling salesman?" "Well, they're on special at Maggies and I make five percent commission." "Well I already have a perfectly good hat." "That hat?" "Jack, that's your second best hat, and I happen to know your first best hat is just as pathetic." "That's not true and a hat like that costs a fortune." "Well, not when you factor in the long-term benefits of quality beaver fur felt with a classic cattleman's crease made by hand." "Come on, Jack, just try it on." "It's your size." "How do you know how big my head is?" "Everyone knows you have a big head, Jack." "Give me that." "Not too shabby." "So what do you say?" "Amy, I think it's a great idea." "But I'm not sure our insurance covers working with a disabled rider off property, so just let me look into it first, okay?" "Ty:" "You know, Amy, sometimes when a guy says he wants to sell his horse, it's because he wants to sell his horse." "I don't think this is one of those times." "Well, he seemed pretty sure about it at dinner the other night." "You guys didn't see the connection he had with his horse, okay?" "Look, I'm just trying to give the guy some options." "Okay." "Scott said you wouldn't give this up, so..." "What is that?" "It's the number of the para-dressage rider he told you about." "Lauren Barwick?" "Are you kidding me?" "This is Scott's client?" "Ty, she is an Olympic gold medalist." "She... oh, thank you so much!" "Thank you." "Scott said you'd get around to calling her sooner or later." "(Laughing)" "Jack:" "Hello there, this is Jack Bartlett calling." "I got your message and..." "Of course." "Oh, I know, next week." "I remember." "Uh-huh..." "Yeah." "Oh, okay..." "Sure, sure." "Uh, no, no." "It's a terrific honour." "No." "Thank you." "(Phone beeps off)" "So, what did they say?" "(Laughs)" "It's not quite what I expected." "Well, it turns out," "I'm not being inducted into the Hall of Fame." "(Sighs) That is not fair!" "Well, not this year anyway." "Grandpa, you must be so disappointed." "Well, what did they want?" "Well, they want me to make a speech..." "Introducing this year's inductee." "This year's inductee?" "And who the hell does that bunch of over-the-hill cowboys think is more deserving than Jack Bartlett?" "Tim:" "Hey, Jack?" "Jack!" "Hey!" "So, did you hear the news?" "Isn't it great?" "Yeah." "You happy for me?" "(Chuckles)" "I'm happy, Tim." "I'm, I'm ecstatic." "Yeah, me too." "Me too." "I'm ecstatic." "You know, I just can't help but wonder who's gonna induct me." "That's..." "I mean, the obvious choice would be Porky Simpson, right?" "He's been our MP for what, half a century?" "I mean, you tell him two men and a dog are gonna show up he'll give a speech." "But I'm kinda gunning somebody big, somebody new, somebody hot." "Not some old cowboy they gotta dust off, prop up on the podium..." "It's me, dammit!" "It's me." "They asked me." " You?" " That's right." "They must be scraping the bottom of the barrel this year." "I'm just kidding you, Jack." "Come on." "Hey, I think it's great." "Keeping it all in the family, huh?" "Taking the arms up as we inhale..." "Fill your lungs with oxygen for your baby..." "Is J.J. okay?" "It's okay, Lou." "Toddlers do stuff." "Just inhale, relax." "Whatever." "I'm sorry," "I've been way too uptight lately..." "About pretty much everything." "(Inhales)" "How am I ever going to learn to be a good mom like you if I can't relax around children?" "What is J.J. Playing with?" "Forget about Jerry, Lou." "Now, close your eyes." "Inhale." "This is better." "Definitely." "(Huge clatter, objects smash, Lou gasps)" "(J.J. Cries and Marnie stammers awkwardly)" "(Orchestral music plays)" "What're we doing here again?" "I told you, there's something that I want you to see." "Bryce:" "Well, right now, all I'm seeing is some gal on a Dressage horse." "Amy:" "Her name is Lauren barwick." "The horse is named Manny." "So, what you're saying is you wanna retrain Bandit to become some sort of fancy dancing horse?" "Gimme a break." "Amy:" "No." "I just, I wanted you to see what she can do." "(Hooves thud)" "She's paralyzed?" "Yeah." "And she won a gold medal in Beijing." "You wanna meet her?" "Hey, Lauren, this is Bryce." "Hey, Lauren." "Hi." "Amy tells me you were quite the rodeo cowboy." "Ah, not so much anymore." "And you wanna ride again?" "No." "Actually, I just wanna sell my horse." "I can imagine how you feel." "After my accident, because of the level of riding that I'd achieved," "I never wanted to ride again." "And then one day," "I was watching someone ride my horse, and it was the worst experience ever." "I knew nobody could ride her like I could." "Yeah, I know exactly what you mean." "Okay, great." "Yeah, thanks for getting back to me so quickly." "Okay, so Western Financial Group has agreed to extend our coverage so that you can work with Bryce." "But this time, please make sure he signs a waiver." "Okay." "Oh, careful, that's grandpa's speech." "Pretty short speech." "Date of birth, question mark." "Married Marion Bartlett 1983." "All-around cowboy... '85, '86, question mark." "Big River Ranch, 601 acres, question mark." "Wow." "This is giving me tingles." "Yeah, it's a work in progress." "But it can't be easy for grandpa to say something nice about dad." "I mean, come on, he was really hoping it would be him this year." "Caleb:" "Oh, do you need a hand, Bryce?" "Bryce:" "Hey, come on, man, back off." "I can get up the damn ramp." "Sorry." "Bryce:" "See, I got it." "Caleb:" "Well, there you are." "Caleb:" "All right, man, toss you up on three." "Why don't you just move?" "You drop me, I'll break both your legs." "Caleb:" "I'll be careful." "One, two... three!" "Ty, Bryce and Caleb:" "(Grunts of effort)" "Caleb:" "I got you, buddy." "All right." "Are you on?" "Caleb:" "Thanks, Amy." "Okay, you got both feet in the stirrups?" "Bryce:" "Yup." "Okay." "How does that feel?" "I'm paralyzed, I don't feel anything." "Okay, you don't gotta keep grabbing me, okay?" "Okay, Caleb, move." "I got your back, all right?" "Doesn't make me feel any better." "Okay, we're just gonna walk, all right?" "Ty:" "Whoa-whoa-whoa!" "(Grunts of effort)" "Caleb:" "I got ya." "You all right, buddy?" "Bryce:" "You know what?" "You can get me off now." "This is too much of a good thing, you know?" "Amy:" " Are you sure?" "Bryce:" " Yeah, yeah." "All right?" "Just right now, okay?" "Ty:" " Okay, we'll just..." "Bryce:" " Please?" "Amy:" "Bryce, wait." "Look, this is something that we all have to get used to." "We're new at it, we just need practice." "Look, you're gonna have to practice without me." "As far as I'm concerned," "I should've never let you talk me into this." "Amy:" "Bryce, look, this is gonna get easier, okay?" "Do you have any idea how long it took me to forget about horses?" "To stop thinking about roping?" "To get my head out of rodeo and into this chair?" "So, thank you." "Thank you for bringing it all back." "And then Tim went on to win the Nelson Lake rodeo in 1986." "Or was that '84?" "Eighty-five?" "(Grumbles)" "Whatcha doing?" "Working on your speech?" "I really don't know how to start this thing, or finish it for that matter." "The middle... that's where it really falls apart." "Grampa, okay, I have an idea, now listen." "Close your eyes..." "Go on." "And picture dad." "Now what is the first word that pops into your mind?" "Hm." "Got it?" " Yeah." " What is it?" "Nothing I can say in front of you." "Keep working on it, it'll come to you." "(Inhales and exhales)" "Yeah." "Bryce:" "So the gal used to be a Dallas cowboy cheerleader." "Ty:" "Come on." "Bryce:" "No, seriously, dude." "If you'd seen her?" "No, you'd believe it." "Okay, so she tells me she she's got a thing for rodeo guys." "Only problem is she's got a friend, right?" "So I pry Caleb away from his beer, and I set him up with the friend." "Nice." "Another cheerleader?" "Linebacker." "(Laughs) What?" "So that was Caleb, my trusty wingman, right?" "I'd get set up with the hottie and he'd get set up with the linebacker friend." "Yeah, well times have changed." "I have a hot little wife now." "Thank you." "Bryce:" "And she's still on the honeymoon... with her mom." "Yeah, what's going on with that, man?" "Everything's fine." "(Sighs) I..." "It's embarrassing, okay." "She won't even tell me when she's coming home." "Sorry, dude." "Hey, listen, if it makes you feel any better, my girl and I split when I got out of the hospital." "Brutal." "She just up and left?" "Whoa, no, she never left me." "I dumped her." "Man, she was getting on my nerves." "It was like she was always trying to play nurse." "And you know what?" "not once did she offer to put on one of those sexy little white uniforms you know, not once!" "I'm serious!" "Anyone need another beer?" "I'll get 'em, I'll get 'em." "You think the cripple can't get his own beer?" "(Beer bottle clanks)" "Ty:" " Here." "Bryce:" " Seriously." "Or open the damn thing?" "Ty:" "Ow!" "Ow, ow, ow, ow, man!" "Okay!" "Let go!" "You trying to brake my arm, man?" "Oh yeah, what're you gonna do about it?" "You gonna hit me?" "Come on, hit me." "Hit me!" "(Laughs)" "Come on, man." "I'm just yankin' your chain, dude." "(Laughs awkwardly)" "You should've seen the look on your face." "Yeah, you really had me going." "(Laughing)" "(Rooster crows)" "Something wrong with the hat, Jack?" "Yeah." "I wanna return it." "But the Gala, the Hall of Fame." "Well, it turns out it's not my year." "Really?" "I'm sorry to hear that, but you can't take the hat back." "You're telling me I can't return a hat" "I haven't even worn?" "Unfortunately that is exactly what I'm saying." "Although Maggie's does have a generous return policy, it does not include headwear, footwear or underwear." "Why the hell not?" "Public health issue." "Just can't do it." "You'll find a way." "What about my commission?" "Hey." "Good morning." "(Exhales heavily) Rough night?" "(Sighs) Yeah, I was out with Caleb and Bryce." "I'm sure Bryce had some nice things to say about me." "What do you mean?" "He just kinda lost it on me yesterday." "I was just trying to help him." "Well, Bryce makes it pretty clear he doesn't want anybody's help..." "Ever." "Okay, I want you to try something for me, all right?" "Be a good boy." "I know." "Okay, Bandit, that's good." "All right." "Gimme your head, you can do it." "Come on." "Good boy." "Now this is supposed to give you some relief once the labour pains really kick in." "Yeah, you can skip it, when the labor pain kicks in," "I'm pretty sure I'll be asking for an epidural not a tennis ball." "An epidural?" "You, Ms. everything-needs- to-be-natural?" "Yeah, tried that first time around." "First you breathe through the pain, then you scream through it and then you ask for pain killers." "Trust me, you will too." "Well look, I know you've been through this before and you know more than I do." "But I want a natural birth and I'm sticking to it." "Okay, look, it's like I was saying:" "Life doesn't always go to plan." "Sometimes you just have to learn how to go with the flow and..." "Oh my God." "Oh my God!" "My water broke." "Marnie:" "Oh, okay, Jerry." "I'll..." "I'll meet on the sixth floor." "Bring my suitcase." "Well, uh..." "Marnie, I thought I was gonna be your labour coach?" "It's okay." "Jerry's thinks he'll be able to stay conscious this time." "He brought smelling salts." "Lou:" "Okay." "Are you sure you're okay with Jerry junior?" "Yeah." "We're okay." "Oh, good luck." "Marnie:" " Yeah." "Yup." "Lou:" " We'll be fine." "We'll be good." "Right, buddy?" "We're gonna be good." "No." "Yeah, we're gonna be good." "Right?" "No." "You're here 'cause you're gonna try and get me back up on Bandit, right?" "I've been working with him." "Okay." "I think I've made it easier for you to be able to ride him." "You never quit, do you?" "Look, I'm sorry, Amy," "I'm still not interested in this." "I just want you to train the horse so I can sell him, all right?" "He's ready." "Okay?" "And I've got a whole list of potential buyers coming to see him this afternoon." "Good." "That's great." "Good." "You know what I think, Bryce?" "(Sighs annoyed) I wouldn't hazard a guess." "I think you don't wanna lose that horse." "Yeah?" "You know what?" "I'm gonna give you one last shot." "Okay." "You come by the arena this afternoon at three." "Or what?" "Or I'll show Bandit to those buyers." "And I'm sure one of them will be more than happy to take him off your hands." "(Door closes)" "Tim:" "Jack?" "Hey, Jack?" "Hey." "I, uh..." "Oh, look at you." "Hard at it." "Or hardly at it." "You do know the banquet's tonight, right?" "I'm well aware, thank you." "Now if you don't mind." "I brought you my scrapbook." "I thought it might, you know, stir up some memories, beef up the speech a bit, or..." "Or maybe get you started." "(Grunts) Flip it open." "Okay, right there." "All 'round cowboy, Grand Prairie." "Mmm." "Okay." "Flip the page." "Remember that?" "That was night train." "I was the only guy to ride that bad boy for eight seconds." "Flip the page." "There we go." "Ponoka." "Remember I broke the record there?" "That was the day." "Look..." "Tim, I can't just stand up there and list off how many buckles you won." "Oh, you jealous?" "Why, 'cause I won more than you?" "Oh, you're keeping score?" "Oh, like you didn't?" "If you have it all figured out, why don't you just take your book, and write your own damn speech?" "You're disappointed." "Nah, I get it," "I'm being inducted and you're not." "Nah, I get it." "I just thought you might be bigger about it." "Oh well, stick with it." "I'll leave that for you, and I'll see you tonight." "It's a big night!" "Amy:" "(Sighs heavily)" "Sorry, Bandit." "He's not gonna show." "Okay, what am I doing here?" "(Reigns clatter, hooves clomp)" "Amy:" "Good boy." "Good boy." "Okay." "That's pretty cool." "How's that help me?" "Come on over here." "All right, Bryce, bring your chair as close as you can." "Now when you're ready, you climb up there." "Bryce:" "(Grunts of effort)" "Amy:" "Whoa..." "(Clears throat)" "Now get yourself centered." "(Bandit snuffles, Bryce exhales)" "Huh." "Amy and Bryce:" "(Laugh)" "Amy:" "Good boy." "Hey, buddy." "Okay, now what?" "(Pleased laughter)" "That's it." "(Chuckles)" "Whoa, atta boy, Bandit." "Atta boy." "Okay, good boy." "Whoa." "Okay, that's good." "Now just keep him going with your voice." "Shouldn't one of us be spotting him?" "Just give him a chance." "Just like old times, eh, buddy?" "Caleb." "He doesn't need you to save him, okay." "(Laughter)" "That looks great." "Now just go easy, this is your first time out." "Yeah, I never could take it slow." "Hoo!" "Whoa." "Caleb:" "Bryce!" "Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!" "Aaagh!" "Caleb and Amy:" "Bryce!" "Are you okay?" "Agh." "There's something's wrong." "(Panting) I can't feel my legs... (Laughs)" "That was frkikin' awesome!" "Let's go again." "(Grunts)" "Lou: (Gasps) A baby girl!" "Jerry, I'm so happy for you." "Grampa, it's a girl." "Yeah." "No, I don't mind taking care of Jerry Jr. at all." "As long as you need." "No, it's no trouble." "Yeah." "Okay, all right." "Talk to you soon, Jerry." "Bye." "Grampa, you so don't need to do that." "I will clean everything up." "I'm so sorry about this mess." "Oh, I don't mind, Lou." "You go put that little guy down for a nap." "And I'll take care of this." "Thank you so much." "Oh, no." "Not the..." "Oh, Tim is gonna love you, little guy." "(Front door opens)" "(Door closes)" " Hey, Jack." " Hi, Scott." "Lou:" "Be a good boy now." "No don't..." "J.J.:" "(Whining)" "But you're supposed to stay in there and sleep, honey." "Oh... you won't..." "You won't stay in there will you?" "Ugh." "I know you won't." "'Cause you want your mommy, right?" "I know you want your mommy and she's coming back soon, okay, buddy?" "She's coming soon, i promise." "(Groans) I promise." "(Whines) No." "Oh hey." "Come on in." "Look at this place." "It's a baby paradise." "Yeah." "Hope I'm not interrupting anything." "Oh no, the only thing you're interrupting is my complete failure to do anything maternal." "May I?" "Okay." "Hey, big guy." "You want to see something cool?" "J.J.:" "Oh." "Scott:" "Yeah, you wanna see something cool?" "Look, you know why ponies are cool?" " A horsey!" " They can sleep standing up." "Like this." "And they just close their eyes and dream about cows and chickens and little kittens sleeping in the barn loft." "J.J.:" " barn lo" "You make that look so easy." "You're really good with kids." "Well, had some practice." "I've been seeing someone." "She has a three year old." "That's great." "How long have you guys been seeing each other?" "A little over a month." "At first I wasn't too sure about the kid thing, but now I'm crazy for them both." "Well, I'm really happy for you." "Thanks." "Hey, don't worry about this whole mother thing." "When the time comes, you'll be great at it." "And how do you know?" "Well, when you hold that baby for the first time, and it looks up at you, it's gonna fall instantly in love." "See ya later, little guy." "(Exhales)" "Ty." "Hey." "I didn't know you were coming." "Ah, Tim invited me." "I hope that's okay?" "Yeah, of course." "We can sit and count how many times grampa cringes during the ceremony." "(Chuckles)" "Hey, I wanted to say." "What you did for Bryce today was, um..." "Yeah, I know." "It was risky and I probably shouldn't have." "I was gonna say, it was pretty awesome." "All right, let's get a move on." "Don't wanna be late for Tim Fleming's big night, now would we?" "Lou:" "Okay, we're all ready to go." "Grampa, are you ready for your speech?" "Oh, I guess so." "Lou:" "Isn't he handsome?" "Amy:" "You are, you're just adorable." "We can admire him in the truck." "Let's go." "Okay, J.J., are you ready to..." "Ow." "You okay?" "Yeah, yeah." "No, I'm fine." "Okay, J.J., are you..." "Oh!" "Amy:" " Lou?" "Lou:" " Yeah?" "Hey." "(Pained moan)" "Lou, what is going on?" "You talk to me now." "I don't know, gramp... ah!" "Grampa, I feel like I'm going into labour." "Ohh!" "Well, that does it then." "We're going to the hospital." "Lou: (Shaky breaths) Okay, okay." "Amy, can you take care of J.J.?" "Yeah." "Make sure he doesn't get his little cowboy outfit dirty!" "(Pained yelps and moans)" "Right to the hospital." "Lou:" "My God!" "Amy, you did not have to do that." "I'm perfectly capable of eating in the kitchen." "No, you need your rest." "Doctor's orders." "I feel terrible..." "Thank you." "I feel terrible about this whole thing." "Well, you have nothing to feel bad about." "I missed dad's banquet." "And dad totally understands." "Oh my God, if stomach cramps feel like that," "I don't even want to know what labour pain's like, Amy." "So who made grandpa's speech?" "Stumpy." " Stumpy?" " Mm-hm." "Yeah, he's a surprisingly good public speaker too." "What?" "And, you know, he must really admire dad, 'cause I've never seen a grown man cry so much in my life." "(Laughs)" "And what about J.J., how did he make out?" "Oh, he cried right along with Stumpy for pretty much the entire night." "Yeah, actually, he didn't stop until his dad came to pick him up." "You know, I love Marnie, but that, that kid is a terror." "Either that or I'm just really bad with kids." "I don't know about that." "I think he was crying for his aunty Lou." "Really?" "He was missing me?" "Yeah." "Really?" "(Microwave whirs)" "(Microwave beeps, phone rings)" "Ahhh!" "Ow-ow-ow-ow-ow-ow-ow!" "Ah!" "(Phone rings)" "Yeah?" "Ashley!" "Oh my God, it is so good to hear your voice." "You're coming home?" "That's great news!" "It's just I love you so much." "Ashley?" "Ashley?" "(Exhales happily)" "(Bandit nickers)" "Good boy." "Yeah, I think I'll keep him around for awhile." "Who knows..." "maybe one day Bandit and I'll be roping together again, eh, buddy?" "I have a feeling you will." "Come on." "Get outta here." "(Chuckles)" "Come on." "Oh yeah." "(Laughs)" "(Hooves clomp, Bandit grunts)" "Tim:" "You know you missed a heck of a party last night." "Jack:" "Well, you know, false labour." "Yeah, emphasis on the false, huh?" "We didn't know that, did we?" "Not exactly something her father should be joking about, is it?" "Listen, I'm glad that Lou's okay, believe me." "But you must be pretty happy that you didn't have to deliver that speech last night." "Well, happy's not a word I'd use, no." "Uh-huh." "I bet you didn't even write the thing." "Well, you're wrong about that." "Oh yeah, right." "You're right, I am wrong about that." "'Cause the napkin..." "Yeah." "Well, that's not a speech, Jack." "That's something to blow your nose on." "You wanna hear it?" "Then shut up." "(Reading) Tim Fleming is a real S.O.B." "He's pushy, impatient, and he's got an ego the size of the Alberta sky." "All right, I get it, Jack..." "Jack:" "But..." "He's family." "And I guess that's why I've always been so hard on him." "That's just the way family works." "It takes a lot of guts to be a rodeo cowboy, that's something Tim Fleming did better than a lot of us." "But that doesn't mean much to me, not when you compare it to the character it takes for a man to own up to his mistakes." "But in the end, when it really mattered, he came out on top," "even when the odds were stacked against him." "And to me that's..." "That's the true measure of a rodeo cowboy." "It's the measure of a Hall-of-famer, and it's the measure of a man." "Are you workin' or not?" "Cows don't go where you want 'em to just 'cause you think it." ""In the end when it really mattered he came out on top"..." "I love that!" "You got a copy of that, Jack?"