All language subtitles for Ride.2023.S01E05.1080p.WEB.h264-EDITH[eztv.re].chi

(narrator): Previously on Ride.

- You do what you
did here today, Cheyenne,
five months from now,

you and I are gonna be
doing business together.

- I'd like to see you again,
if you're okay with that.

- What then, Gus, huh? You gonna
kick us all to the curb?

- All I got's my word. I won't
stay where I'm not welcome,

so, thank you for dinner.

- Why won't you be honest with
us? Or at least level with me.

- I gotta see these dance moves,
cowboy. Let's go.

- Let's make you a champion.

- I'm ready as ever, Coach.

- I was in debt
to Tucker Clarke.

It's why I had to leave
the way that I did.

- Everything's out
in the open now.

(serene music)

- Red sky at night,
sailor delight.

- Red sky at morning,
sailors take warning.

- Mm-hmm.

- The light rain has stopped and
the Doppler says clear skies.

- Um-mm. Dopplers can be wrong.

- We've got just a hundred
bales to get in.

- Yeah, we can't afford
to lose a single one.

- I got it. We got it.

Val's pulling in
the tractor now.

I offered my help.

- Look, I would be mad
as hell too.

- Four IDs, four states,
four different names--

- Which you never
should have seen.

Look, you need to repair this.

Apologies unspoken,
keep things broken.

(chuckling)

- Is that more
of your sailor wisdom?

- That is pure
Isabel McMurray.

You know, we're really tough.
Do it soon.

(mellow music)

- As honoured as I am to be your
plus-one, what's the plan?

- Uh, well, we get you talking
to JB face to face.

- And then?

- It's just about reminding him,
you know, who you are.

- You want me to send my resume
as well? JB knows who I am.

- Hence, the reminding
part of the plan.

We just want to keep him
excited for Cheyenne.

This is a good opportunity
and you could use the face time.

- You could have been
my face time.

I could've stayed back,
helped with the baling.

- Oh, Tuff and Valeria
got it covered.

- You know I'm no good
at this stuff, right?

- It's just a casual barbecue,
there's nothing to be good at.

- Yeah, well, feels
like a barbecue in here.

(mellow country music)

(sighing)

- Hey, Val?

(exhaling deeply)

Can I say something?

- No one's stopping you.

- Look, I'm sorry but I--

- Sorry with a but,
ain't a sorry.

- Then, how's the oil doing?
- It's fine.

- Last time I checked,
it was running low.

- Tuff.
(door closing)

- I was just trying to...

(tense music)

I am just trying to apologize.

- What did you expect?

I got work to do.

- Maybe you should have
invited your picnic buddy.

- I invited him to your
mom's harvest dinner.

There's always plenty of food

and he doesn't have
any family in town, so.

What?

- Hudson Cooper's headed to
a barbecue. It's on his story.

- Well, it can't be at JB's

because he's with Angler Jeans,
so, it's fine.

- Yeah, what if he switched
to Frontier?

I mean, there goes our chance
at a sponsorship

and we're driving three hours
to a barbecue for nothing.

- Hey, Hudson is good,

but he lost to Austin
every single rodeo.

And you can maintain
that track record, okay?

We got nothing to worry about.

- Hey, you need some
help with dinner?

- Nah. You got enough
on your plate

without having to deal
with the annual harvest dinner.

Keeping it simple this year.
Just ribs and coleslaw.

- Well, I love ribs
and coleslaw.

- Yeah, well... Tell Tuff that

when he's looking for
my twice-baked potatoes.

- Tuff.
- The Doppler's shifted.

- Wait, what?
- Rain is coming.

And it's coming fast.
It's gonna hit us hard
and it's here tonight.

We can get at least half
the bales in by then.

- We need more than half.

- I've got Nic, Steve
and the boys.

We could ask Cash
and Missy.

- You know, they're probably
at JB's already.

- Yeah, but we don't
need more manpower,

we need another tractor.
- What about Tiny Dancer?

(sighing)
- She's junk.

- We haven't used her
in ten years.

- All right, look.
We have a field full of hay

that is about to be
destroyed by rain

and we cannot afford to lose
a single piece of it.

- We'll give it a shot.

- Yeah, well, some things
are just beyond repair.

- Stop jumping to conclusions.

They're probably hundreds
of barbecues happening

all across Colorado right now.

- Oh, less now that rain's
expected over half the state.

- In Canyon?
- Mm-hmm.

- Okay, well, by the time
we would even get home,
they'll probably be done.

We are more help here trying
to secure you a sponsorship.

- Secure. Yeah,
wasn't even invited.

Hudson. Hudson's probably
the reason.

- Would you stop, please.
And you were invited.

- Yeah, by you.
Now I'm being dragged along.

- Austin. Your ride's in Reno...

(chuckling)
You make it looks so easy.

- Well, you know,
I wish it were.

Oh, now I've been cravin'
JB's burgers all year.

So when are you gonna
give me the recipe, huh?

- Like I'd give it away
for free if I knew.

- Well, a man's gotta try,
don't he?

Hey, you met my wife,
haven't you?

- Of course, it's Melissa,
right?

- Ah, no, Missy.
- But it's short for Melissa?

- No.
(chuckling)

- We'll see you out there,
Suzy Q.

Enjoy.

Missy... I have a bone
to pick with you.

- I know, I know. I know,
the promo.

- It was a success.
- Oh.

- You're such an "it girl".
People are ecstatic

just to see you canter
around a ring.

But... you owe me a trick ride.

- Hi.

- Oh, sorry.
Uh, Susan, you remember Cash?

- Of course I remember you,
Cash McMurray. It's been years.

- Yeah. It's some barbecue.

- I have to tell you,
both of you,

how much we miss Austin.

- Thank you, Susan.
- Of course.

- It's gonna be great.

- Hello, hello.
- Hey.

I hope you brought me
my whipped cream.

- It's not my first rodeo.
(chuckling)

Okay. Where we at?
- Well, I got the first bowl

of coleslaw going in the fridge

and ribs are over there
marinating.

- Twice-baked potatoes?
Macaroni salad?

- Nope.
- Baked beans?

- Nah. Rain's coming.
Don't have time for sides.

- Okay. Well, can I help?
Carrot souffle is my specialty.

- Go with a simpler menu, okay?
There you go. Thanks.

- Okay.
- Just throw those on the table.

- Better for my waistline.
(chuckling)

You know, Isabel,
it could be stone soup...

As long as you're cooking,
it'll be five-star.

- You and that Cheshire grin.

Hank Hickson,
what are you up to?

- Oh, I got news.
- Oh, yeah?

- Isabel, after all these years,
I've finally found it.

The perfect location
for Canyon Colorado's

World Class Rodeo Stadium.

(scoffing)
- You still chasing that dream?

(chuckling)
- Land's already been surveyed,

blueprints are drawn.
- Yeah, you know what else

it takes to build
something like that?

- Yup. Investors.
- Right.

- Belle, rodeo is bigger
than it's ever been.

I mean the way
the world is today,

people need
a sense of belonging.

They need to belong
to a community

that celebrates real life.

- Mm? That's your whole pitch?

- People need hope.

- Okay. This is gonna be
a bad storm.

I can feel it in my bones.

- Well, the guest list
is smaller than I thought.

- I told you. Super cash.

- Hey, there is our rival
bull rider at twelve o'clock.

- Oh, my.
- I knew it!

I told you he was gonna be
at this barbecue.

(exhaling deeply)
(indistinct chattering)

Hudson.

- I didn't expect to see you.

So soon after the Rocky
Mountain Rodeo.

- Yeah, same here.

- Yeah, is Angler okay
with you being here?

- Oh, totally fine 'cause
I'm not with them anymore.

- Oh.
- Wow.

- Yeah. Ultimately just wasn't
a good fit. Their jeans either.

- Ha.
- Have to admit,

I almost regretted
walking for a moment,
but then JB called and...

- Wait, he called you?
- Last-minute invite.

But hey, clearly I'm not
the only one he called.

- That's right.

- Hopefully, there's room
in the budget for both of us.

I'm gonna go grab something
to eat. Good to see you.

- Mm-hmm.
- Yeah.

- Goodbye. He gets a phone call.
JB doesn't even know I'm here.

(sighing)
- You are just getting back

on the circuit.
- Hudson's a hell of a rider.

- So are you.
- I'm here as a plus-one.

- Okay, okay, look. Yes, Hudson
is hot on the circuit right now,

but you are the hero
that rodeo was made for.

You've got resilience,
humility--

- Humility? Wow--

- Now that was
a bit of a stretch.

But resilience is the name of
Frontier's new men's line, so.

- This whole brand
ambassador thing.

(clicks tongue)
Really working out for ya.

- Yeah. For both of us. 'Kay?

We're not gonna give up
without a fight.

Now come one, I see JB.

- This is my life.

- Mr. Wooten.
- Missy.

- Your backyard gets more
and more beautiful every year.

What, do you have Mother Nature
in your pocket or something?

- That's the only employee
giving me grief.

And she's still winning
the hearts of our customers.

- Yes, well, to make up for it,
I brought you a gift.

- Yes, I can see that. Nice
surprise to see you here, Cash.

- Just doing what
my coach here says.

- Well, you're a lucky guy.
- Yeah. No, I know.

But I intend to impress you
at Cheyenne.

- Hmm?
- Ah, remember you said that

we'd be in business if--
- Well, there he is.

- These burgers are so good,

I might just agree
to get paid with them.

- Well, that can be arranged.
- Well, you already signed then?

Welcome to the family.

- Missy actually just signed
with Frontier as well.

- Well, I'm just a brand
ambassador.

- There's nothing
"just" about it.

It's not official until
it's official.

Still, wouldn't hurt
to talk some strategy.

- I've got plenty of ideas, Sir.
- Well, it's good to hear.

You wouldn't mind...
- Of course.

- Yep.
(exhaling deeply)

- Just save it.
- Oh, my God.

- Okay. Can you try it now?

(engine sputtering)

- Doesn't sound so good.

- Val's tried everything.
- Thanks a lot.

- It was a compliment.

- You don't trust me
with anything.

- Don't put words in my mouth.
- All right, enough.

Just tell me, can you fix it?
- Of course.

- No.

Not without new fuel filters.

- All right, you call
every mechanic you know,

and you, we're gonna need
to use your truck.

- I can make calls too.
- No. I'll make the calls,

you get your truck.
- My truck's not gonna make

a dent in anything.
- Yes it--

- Listen, hey, hey.
Stop bickering.

Figure out a way to work
together and get this done,

or otherwise we're gonna
be hit with a $20,000 bill
we can't afford.

(tense music)

(sighing)

- Yeah, that's it. Just a bit
further now. Come on.

We caught a real break with
the sun for a few hours, huh?

- Yeah, we sure did.
- Whoa, whoa, whoa.

- Tuff.
- All right, beauty.

- I'm here to help, guys.
- In that little thing?

- Two bales is better
than nothing.

- Yeah, you know what hay
costs now?

- Exactly. Every bale we save

is one that we don't have
to pay for come winter.

And Val's still working
on Tiny Dancer.

- There's a lost cause.

- Yeah, I'm gonna go see
if Val needs some help.

(country guitar music)

- Your memory is getting
alarmingly short, Belle.

- Sometimes, I wish
it was shorter.

- You know, this stadium,
it wasn't just mine

and Dusty's dream, you know?

- Hank, don't drag me into this.
Just don't.

- Oh, I seem to remember
the Rodeo Roundup Gift Shop,

'cause everybody's gonna
want a keychain or a shot glass
or a stuffed animal.

Belle, it was a good idea then,
it's a good idea now.

- Look, Hank, you want to do
this, you do this. But I...

I don't have it in me
to talk about some old dream

that celebrates a sport that has
given me nothing but grief.

- Hi.
- Mm.

- Hey, when I heard,
I came as fast as I could.

- You called him?

- Is that the one
you're looking for?

- Yeah. Those are the ones.
You're a godsend.

You wanna get them to Val so she
can get them in that old girl.

Thank you, thank you.
- What did you bring?

- Tracked down a couple
of fuel filters.

- Those filters...
those, my dream.

(exhaling sharply)

- Okay, well, I don't want
to hover so...

Is there anything else I can do?
- Uh, sure, sure.

Why don't you dig in the barn,

see if there's any more tarps.
Thanks, okay.

And, Hank...

Why don't you go check
on the ribs?

- Will do.
- Thanks, okay.

Uh, how's it going?

(engine sputtering)

(groaning)

- Oh, come on! Ugh!

Well, forget curveballs,
life just kicked us in the gut.

I don't get it, they're primed,
it should work.

- Well, you think it could be
something else?

- The pump? That would
set us back about four grand.

- Oh, God.
(exhaling deeply)

- Hey. How can I help?

- Dude, I wish I knew.

- Let's get out of here. Okay?

We'll go home
where we're needed.

- No. We're not gonna be
any use at home,

other than moral support.
Come on.

What did you tell me
about trick riding, huh?

If it was easy, then everybody--
- Missy.

I really don't need
a pep talk right now.

JB's got his golden boy.

- It's not over until
the ink is dry, okay?

Hudson has been out there
on the circuit proving himself

and you just need a shot
to do the same.

So come on, let's go
and take it.

(sighing)

(indistinct chatter)

- Hey there.

- You're a little early
for dinner.

- Even I know rain's not good
for hay. Can I help?

- Not unless you can lift
a one tonne bale of hay
without a tractor.

- What about that old 2470
by the tool shop?

- That was my dad's.
Now an expensive lawn ornament.

- It needs a new fuel pump
and there ain't one for 100
miles from here.

- Mind if I take a look at it?

I might be able to help
turn it over.

(scoffing)
- With what,

a thousand-dollar bill?
- Sure.

We need all
the help we can get.

(sighing)

(upbeat country music)

- When I was in Dayton,
it was raining cats and dogs.

But I still went out there.
- Oh, I remember that.

You were riding Bubba.
He's a spinner.

- You saw me ride, huh?
- Yeah, of course.

But you know,
with a bull like Bubba,

you probably wanna transfer
your weight inside the spin.

(chuckling)

- I made it to the whistle,
didn't I?

- Yeah, but you
sacrificed points

because you were
workin' so hard.

Same thing happened
to you in Tucson.

- What'd I do in Tucson?

- Yeah, that one was a bit
more of a hip issue.

Actually, you know what?
I need a drink. Walk with me.

(indistinct chatter)

- I think that one might
need to be flipped.

- Thank you.

- So, uh... You a one flip per
patty kinda griller or... ?

- Is that a trick question?

Every purist knows
it's one flip per patty.

- Oh, but I'm not a purist.
- No?

- I'm a 15 seconds per flip.

- You flip 'em every 15 seconds?
- Yup.

- Well, you know
what that tells me?

It tells me you're
a nervous flipper.

Bad sign for a bull rider, Son.

- You know, as a marine,
when we weren't running

combat operations
outside the wire,

we had a little spare time.

Got to test some theories.
It turns out multiple flips

meant less grill time
by about two minutes.

- Really?

- I need a drink.

- So, it was my left
or my right hip?

Missy?

(tense music)

Missy?

Missy?

- Uh, I'm sorry,
I can't remember.

Um, you should watch your tapes.

(indistinct chatter)

Excuse me.

Mary. I love your writing
in Rodeo Riders Weekly.

Missy McMurray.

- Of course.

- Susan.
- Missy.

- You know, when Granddaddy
started Rodeo Riders Weekly,

all those years ago,
I just know he was thinking

of people like your daddy
and Austin.

That boy was a charmer.
- Hmm.

Yeah, well, Cash may be
a little rough around the edges,

but he's the real deal.

- Knows his way
around a grill too.

- Well, you just gave me
the name of my autobiography.

Rough and Real Cash McMurray:
Guide to Grillin'.

- Or the name of a
Rodeo Riders article.

Cash is also a really good
human interest story.

You know, back from the marines,

getting back to his
bull riding roots.

- I'm just a regular guy
on a bull.

- Yeah, but, Bullet is not
your typical bull.

- You're training on Bullet?

- I hope, though sometimes,
it feels like he's training me,

but... Yeah, we're finding ways
of communicating.

- What's to communicate?
It's man versus beast.

- Yeah, I think it's a little
more complicated than that.

- It's true. So tell me,
how do you beat the enemy?

- That bull is not
my enemy. He's...

He's more like a dance partner.

- I like that, Cash.

Now that's an article.

- If that article has a photo,

you know what brand of jeans
he's gonna be wearing.

(chuckling)

You got yourself a P.R. manager.
I mean, that article...

- I know. I'm as surprised
as you were.

- I'm not. I mean,
Dusty and Austin were legends.

You know, what's in them
is in you too.

- I've been working
real hard for Cheyenne.

- Yeah, it's just that's
a while off, isn't it?

We do have some
decisions to make.

- Ah, well, we could
compete sooner.

- Yeah? Could you be ready
for Denver?

- Well, that's in a week.
- Yeah.

- Yeah?
- Of course, yeah.

- All right then.

I'll see you there.
- Mm-hmm.

- You too, coach.

- Are you insane?

- You said not to give up
without a fight.

- He just upped our timeline
by four months.

- Yeah. Now, I'm back
in the running.

(sighs)

(horn honking)

(grunting)

- Okay. Huh, all right.
That should work.

- So, I figured we could
save some of the bales
if we tarp them.

- We don't have enough tarps
for this.

Our man power
is better used hauling in.

Now let's go, Nic.

- No, Nic, I need
your help here.

- 'Kay, hold on,
who's in charge here?

(both): I am.

- There can only be one boss.

Ya'll gotta decide.

Till then, let me know.

I'm gonna go see
how Gus is doing.

(sighing)

- Val, we're wasting
precious seconds here.

- Then stop fighting me and
start listening to me for once.

Why can't you just trust me?
- I'm sorry. Okay?

How many times
do I have to say it?

- You went through
my things, Tuff!

You didn't even try
to talk to me first.

- I did. Like a hundred times,

but you were never
gonna listen to me.

I was never gonna
get through to you.

And you know how I know?

Because we used
to be best friends.

Unless you've forgotten.

'Cause I haven't.

I never did.

And when I needed you the most,
you weren't there.

I went looking for you.

You had no friends to call
or no family to track you down.

My best friend
was gone overnight.

And all that trust was broken.

(scoffing)

- Fourteen.

At this rate, half our horse
hay'll be soaking wet tomorrow.

- Whatever you do salvage,
it'll be high-quality stuff.

Unlike those fuel filters,
I brought you earlier.

- Hey, look,
it was worth a shot.

- Well...

So, uh, what's your secret?

- What?

- What's your secret...

with the fertilizer?

(chuckling)

- Ah, well,
I'm not telling you.

But let's just say
it involves eggshells.

- Eggshells?
- Yes, eggshells.

- And maybe some coffee grounds?
- I'm not saying.

I am not saying.
- I was gonna say--

- Cody, you wanna
give us a minute?

- What is it, Hank?
What do you need?

- Now look...

I know that you keep saying
that rodeo's givin' you nothing,

nothing but grief.
- Oh, come on.

- But Dusty would have been
proud to know that his pages

and pages of notes are gonna
come to fruition.

- You have Dusty's notes?
- Yep.

He drew up some plans
for a water park too,

but that's more
phase-two thinking.

- You know, when Dusty passed,
everything that was his,

became mine.
Awards, memorabilia...

- It was the legacy.
- Uh-huh.

I want those notes.

(exhaling slowly)

(horn honking)

- Now, I'm not talking
about a paddock and a couple
of out buildings here.

- Nic, you wanna hand me
that wrench.

- No, no, no. I'm talking about
a world-class stadium

that'll draw people
in their thick wallets,

from across the country. Maybe
even from around the world.

- It's a great idea.
- Yeah, I can't believe Canyon

doesn't have one yet.
- Well, it will.

I got the land,
I got the designs.

- Uh, do you see a rag
around here?

- Yeah.

- Thanks. I'd love to look
at them one day. The design.

- Well, great. And I'll do it up
with a proper pitch.

Now listen, this whole project,
it's got a hefty price tag.

But with you as a partner,
I don't really see that
as a problem.

- Oh, no, Hank. If you're
looking for an investment,

you're barking
at the wrong Booker.

You wanna talk to my father.

- Well, you haven't even heard
the best part yet.

This stadium, it's gonna feature
the best riders in the country,

the McMurray men.
Now you just picture Dusty
and Austin's hats,

boots and buckles on display.
The McMurray Museum.

- Brought you guys
some caffeine.

- Isabel, you read my mind.
- Aw, thank you.

- Now, you don't need any.

Cody's gone to get
some more tarps,

but we could really use this.

Come on, old girl.
Why won't you run for us

like you did for Dusty, huh?

Here you go.

All right. Hank.

- Hmm?

- One of your pies is off.

- Still not getting
the hang out of this.

(grunting)

- You know why I'm just
having coleslaw and ribs?

- The rain?
- Because I am pinching

every penny while you're running
around pinching

"pie in the sky" ideas.

- Wait a minute, is there
something wrong with my pies?

- Hank. It's my ranch.
You're using my name.

- I am trying to help.

- With what? With what,
a McMurray Museum?

- Dusty wanted this.
You wanted it too at some point.

- Yeah, but look. Yes, yes!
And that was when I had Dusty

by my side and I was living
a completely different reality.

And while you have been able to
go on and have your big dreams,

I have had to wake up
every single day

and worry about how I'm gonna
hold onto this ranch

and keep workers happy
with cabbage.

That's what coleslaw is,
it's cheap old cabbage.

- Well, how long do you want to
keep counting pennies, Isabel?

- I just don't want to talk
about this.

- Worrying about the rain.
This could save you from
all that one day.

Isabel, you got all
that memorabilia sittin' up
in the attic rotting,

when it could be put
to good use.

- Not all of it.

Not all of it.

- You... don't even like
to have it out there.

- Here's to upping your training

from morning till night
for the next week.

- Cheers.

(laughing)

Missy, uh--
- You should also make sure

that Nic is available
when Tuff is not.

- Thank you. Seriously.

- Yeah well, thank you too.

Would've been hard
being here without you.

You know, everyone
at these things

always just knows me
as Austin McMurray's widow.

- Not everyone.
- Pardon me.

- Hi, uh, I am Cash, this is--

- Missy McMurray. I'm a big fan
of your husband's.

"Was", I mean.

- Oh, um, thank you.

- So, when did you two,
you know, start?

- Start?

(stammering)
- No.

- Oh. No, no. I'm his coach.

- She's my brother...
I'm her brother-in-law.

- I just thought, you know,
seeing you two together.

- Nope.
- No.

- Hmm. Good to know.

(indistinct chatter)

- Well, that was weird.

(tense music)

Hey.

You okay?

- Uh. I'm just gonna go
to the washroom.

- Uh, excuse me. Um, how did you
know my husband?

- Everyone knew Austin McMurray.

- I know it's just
that you seemed really upset

when you saw me with Cash.
- Oh no.

- Not that we're together,
it's just...

- I guess I can't imagine
getting over

someone like Austin
and just... moving on.

- I remember you.

- I shouldn't have said
anything.

- No, no. Please, wait.
How did you know him?

Because if you have something
to tell me--

- There's nothing,
I... I don't.

You don't want to know.

- Hey. So, I was chatting up
this guy who works

for the Rodeo Riders
Association.

Ah, turns out the woman,
her name is Polly Kerns,

works for him too.

Now she's in the biz,
but I don't know,

maybe lackin'
some social cues.

Even more than me.

(scoffing)

You all right?

- No, um...

No, I need to leave.

- Okay. All right, let's go.

- All right, try it now.

Come on.
(engine starting)

(laughing)

- You did it!
- We did it!

- Ah, no way! How?

- Filters weren't
priming properly,

I figured there might be
air in the lines,

so I cracked it
and bled it out.

- Teamwork makes
the dream work.

- I pumped up the filters,

how did you figure out
that was the problem?

- My granddad. He started
Booker Oil and made it clear,

no free rides, everybody
learns from the ground up.

Spent three summers working
in the mechanic shop.

- Let's quit chatting, let's get
this bale wagon loaded up.

- Well, I guess you're
not just a bank account
with a pretty face.

- Is that a compliment?
- Hey.

I will fight you
tooth and nail to stop you

from investing in this ranch.

The least I can do is hand you
a beer when all this is done.

- Whoa.

- What are you doing?
- Helping you.

I'll even let you
boss me around.

(chuckling)
- Okay. Get on the other side.

(upbeat country music)

(chuckling)

Feels good. Feels good.

- All right, boys,
bring it this way. Come on in.

(indistinct chatter)

- Yeah.
- Dude, we did it!

- All right.

- Doing great.
- Okay.

- First for everything.

- Thank you, everybody. Really.

Couldn't have done it
without you.

- Even Steve?
- Yes.

- Ah, I think we could've done
it without Steve, to be honest.

- Take it easy there,
"Mr. two bales at a time".

- Hey.
- Guys.

I'm gonna enjoy a drink or two.

Dinner will be ready shortly.

- I didn't want one anyway.

I'll go check on the ribs.
Feed these hungry ranchers.

- Now you,
you were a life saver.

- Thank you.

- And Cody, means a lot
that you were here.

- Thank you, Ma'am.
Anything you need, anytime.

- Well, here, cheers.

(indistinct chatter)

- Yeah, you know, I can tell how
much this land means to you.

How much you're...
you're a part of it.

- Just don't know how much
I want to put my husband and son

on display to make a buck.

- Like the McMurray
Rodeo Museum?

(scoffing)
- Just the sound of it

makes my skin crawl.

- They're part of this land too.

The McMurray men, I mean...

They gave it their all.

- Literally.

- I didn't mean it that way.

- I know.

- Just let them... let them
help you save this place.

- How'd we do?

- Tiny Dancer had a busy day.
She got every last bale.

- Thanks.

I can't believe I almost
lost half our crop

because I couldn't trust Gus.

- You didn't trust
the trust fund kid?

(sighing)
It's understandable.

- Yeah, I know, it's just...
I didn't even give him a chance.

(rain pattering)

You know, the first step
to trusting someone

is getting to know them.

- Good thing is,
you know everything there is
to know about me.

- You tend to overshare.

(chuckling)

I wasn't talking about me
knowing you.

- Oh?

- I tend to keep things buried.

Just didn't know how deep.

- Val. If you were gonna
let me in,

you would have done it
years ago. It's fine.

We don't need to be best
friends, we can--

- My mom died when I was 16 and
a big part of me died with her.

(somber music)

I didn't know what to do
with all that pain,

so I just started
running from it.

I've been running ever since.

- That's why you never talked
about your family.

- And when I got to this ranch,
I found a new one...

...that was happy.

And I just went and messed it
all up and hurt everyone.

- Hey. One thing that's true

of all families is
we hurt each other.

But we fight to help
each other too.

I'm sorry about your mom.

What about Dad? Was he...

- Just uh, one story at a time.

- Come on. Let's go get
some grub.

Or Steve will eat all the ribs.

(chuckling)

(thunder rumbling)

- Hey. Missy,
what happened back there?

Is it about that woman Polly?

Who cares if some random woman
thinks that we were on a date.

- I don't think she was random.

- What are you talking about?

- I think she and Austin...

I think maybe they...

I asked her
in so many words if...

- She and Austin?

Oh, no, she's probably
some little crazy fan
messing with you.

- No, she's not some crazy fan.
I remember her.

I saw her at events and stuff.
I saw them talking, that's...

(sighing)

Did he cheat on me?

- No.
- How do you know?

- I just know.

- So, you don't actually
know anything?

(thunder crashing)

- No, but I've been gone
a long time.

- But you guys stayed in touch.
What did he say?

- Nothing, really. It just...

- Just what?

- It's just something
was on his mind. But...

I never found out what.

- So, do you think it...
it could be true?

Cash?
- I... I don't know.

(somber music)

(rain pattering)

- Hi, you two.
How was JB's big BBQ?

- Oh, I think JB
is officially a fan.

Hey, where'd everyone go?

- Well, Nic, Steve
and the rest of the guys,

they went into town
for the evening.

- Uh, well, Cash certainly
was a hit at the barbecue,

but I'm tired, so.
- Oh, come on. Pull up a chair.

- There she is.

- Oh, what did you two
do to him?

- Nothing.
- Not a thing.

- Heard about the rain.
Thought I could lend a hand,

what with you and Cash
off at the party.

- Oh. Well, that's very
gentlemanly of you.

- Did you? Lend a hand?

- Oh, Cash.
- Are you kidding?

Gus saved the day.

- We had to beat the rain
bringing in bales.

Remember that tractor,
Tiny Dancer?

- Yeah, Lord rest her soul.

- Gus got elbow deep and
he brought her back to life.

I've never seen
anything like it.

- It was pure luck.

- Wow, we have a true hero
among us.

Well, I wanna hear more
about this tomorrow,

but I'm gonna head to bed.

- Okay, can I see you
to your truck?

- No. You stay.
I'll call you tomorrow.

- Missy, it's pouring out.

- Hey, Gus, Gus.
She's tired man.

Hey, hey, Gus. Hey! Let her be.

- Cash, if Missy wants him
to go, she'll tell him herself.

- Yeah, she already did.
Uh, just, guess what,

heroes don't hear
so well or what?

- Come on, man. Cool down.
- You just got here.

How I ruffled your feathers
already I don't know,

but I think it's time
for me to leave.

- Now, there's something
we agree on.

- Isabel, Tuff, Valeria,
thanks for an eventful day.

- Gus, you haven't even had
your pie.

- I'm gonna dream about your
coleslaw for months.

- Thank you, Gus.
Thank you for today.

What is going on with you?
That was rude and uncalled for.

- It's been a day, okay?

(groaning)
I'll go talk to him.

(sighing)

- Hey, Gus.

(sighing)

I appreciate you fixing
the tractor,

but you can't fix
everything around here,

you know that, right?
- I can try.

- Why? We were getting along
just fine on our own.

- Yeah, it didn't seem
that way to me.

- You have no idea
what it's like to be us, Gus.

You were handed everything
since the day you were born.

- And that makes me
a threat to you, why?

'Cause I can help your family,
or because for some reason,

you don't like the fact that
Missy and I are getting close?

- Nah, because you don't
deserve her.

- I'll let her decide that.

- I see who you really are.
I don't like ya.

- And I see you
and you are broken.

And I see Missy
holding your hand

through all the bull riding
and the barbecues

because she's got a feeling
for you, and it's pity.

And one day soon,
she's gonna realize

she's getting tired
of being your babysitter.

(grunting)

- Hey, Cash! No!

What are you doing?!
What are you doing?!

Get out of here. Get out!

- I think this was the best
harvest dinner yet.

- Days like these,

I'm reminded of harvest dinners
with him like it was yesterday.

- I miss Dusty too.

- Yeah.

You and Dusty had this dream

and we had a lot of fun
fantasizing about it.

But for it to work,
we need to find an investor

who believes in the
possibilities like we do.

- What's this, "we" stuff?

- I'm gonna be
your partner, Hank.

(tender music)

- I knew I could
bring you around.

- Look, I would sell my soul
for this ranch.

Even if it means going
into business with you.

(chuckling)

- Well, all right then.

(chuckling)

- I smacked it on the pillar.
- It's gonna bruise.

Can you wiggle your fingers?
- It's fine.

I promised JB
I'd ride next week.

- Okay, well, I'm gonna
get you some ice.

(groaning)
- Ah, it was a good day, Val.

Why'd I go and mess it up?
- Hey, you didn't.

It's just... There's been
a lot going on.

- I'm never gonna be enough.

- For who?

(sighing)

Cash.

When I got back here,

you were the only one
who didn't judge me.

You are more than good enough.

Come here.

(sighing)

(sniffling)

(somber music)

(breathing shakily)

(bull snorting)

- Did you cheat on me?

I would ask him, but I can't,
and you know why?

Because of you.

Because you took him from me.

(sobbing)
You and your stupid sport!

I hate you. I hate you.

And I hate you.

I hate you. And I miss you.

I just want to know why.

Why?

(sniffling)

(tense music)

Subtitling: difuze