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Previously on Wildfire:
How is our pretty mama-to-be?

Belladonna's bloodlines
and Wildfire's speed, her foal should be quite a contender.

The Breeder's isn't run
like other races.

Entry's by
invitation only.

Each board member gets
to invite a horse.

Gillian Parsons hasn't given
out an invitation yet. Do you have an "in" with her?

She's gonna be at
the Davis's charity ball.

Now I have to go
beg some princess to give us a chance?

Marry me, Jean.
I slept with Pete.

Please don't go.
I love you.

It's you and me.
Always has been.

The Ritters and Davises
Just don't mix. It's over.

"Kenneth Bradford Davis
hereby relinquishes his assets to his children."

I want you two to take
care of each other. Daddy!

Oh!
I love you, baby.

The Davis Charity Ball
is important. We need to act normal

and show everyone that
it's business as usual at Davis Ranch.

Excuse me, Junior.
Mind if I borrow Kris for a minute?

I just saw
my horrible ex. So, who was he?

Kerry Connelly.

Kerry. The old
"someone else."

I'm sorry.
I had no idea about you and Kerry.

What are you doing tomorrow?
You're still coming to see Wildfire?

Why not?

Kris told the racing board
that the accident was her fault, and Wildfire was hurt too.

Kerry and Gillian
used to date. So?

Now I am...
dating Kerry.

You two have
a business relationship.

Didn't you think that was
gonna cause a problem?

♪ Saddened are the faces

♪ With traces
to your name ♪

This week's been really fun
hanging out with you.

Debutante goes
Wild West.

So where is
this going?

Uh, I really like you.

The trail, silly.
Where does it lead?

Davis Ranch.
Oh.

So when you were
going out with Dani, you didn't have far to walk.

Yeah. and now you can feel
the fire-breathing heat of her anger from here.

Ah. That'll explain
that patch of scorched earth back there.

I wouldn't have cared
that Gillian's your ex

if you hadn't wanted me
to suck up to her for a place in the Breeder's.

I screwed up.
Never meant to hurt you or Raintree or...

You know what? Your mistake
cost us a spot in the biggest race of Wildfire's career.

You know what getting in
meant to Raintree. Okay.

Take a shot.

Come on. It's the only way
I'm gonna feel better. Go.

All right?

Ow.

Oh, this place is
so beautiful!

I don't want to leave.
I wish you lived closer.

Oh, really?
You're so sweet. Mm!

Kris, I'm pulling
every string I have to get you in this race.

Well, we both know
that the only in is through Gillian.

I've never met anyone
like you before.

I'm just a normal guy.

Are you?
My whole life, people have always

wanted things
from me.

Comes with
the territory, I guess.

Which is why,
when I got dumped by... Gillian.

Kerry.

Hey, do you want me
to saddle Wildfire? Don't bother.

Well, aren't you
here to see him?

Not after I found out
how you treat horses. What are you talking about?

Are you about to deny
that Wildfire was hurt in the accident?

No, but he fully recovered.
Oh, really? That's not what I hear.

I don't want to be involved with
someone who'd run an injured horse to further her career.

Dani was right.
Perfect for each other.

♪ With the morning light
got your mind in sight ♪

♪ And I want to be there
all my life ♪

♪ With the morning light
got your mind in sight ♪

♪ And I want to be there

♪ You're all
I ever dreamed of ♪

♪ Your stars align
in threesomes ♪

♪ Oh, let your light

Dani.
She believes Dani.

Oh, that's just great.
I'll deal with it.

I'm over this whole thing
with you and Gillian. Just stay out of this one.

I'll talk to her.
No, and you don't need to get involved either.

I already am involved.
I'll talk to her.

Here you go.

Oh!

You look like the scarecrow
threw up on you.

These horses have been screaming
and kicking the barn down all morning,

so I had to
start feeding them.

Where are
all the hands?

I don't know, but trust me:
Kyle has gotten an earful on his voice mail.

Good.

Looks like we're
on our own today.

Well, I fed this aisle.
It's your honor to do the rest.

When Dad turned over
his assets to us,

this is not what
I envisioned.

You mean, actual work?
Hey, I worked my butt off to build a racing stable.

You just don't
want to clean it. I will if I have to.

I'm keeping my eyes
on the prize. I know: the Breeder's.

Mm-hmm.
Even if we do get in, it's not gonna solve all our problems.

Time to face facts:
With every available cent

going towards Dad's
legal defense.

we don't even have enough
cash to run the stable.

Property is valuable.
We can borrow against it.

One problem: We're leveraged
up to here, and believe me, I know a lot about debt.

We'll figure
something out.

Maybe.

She decided not to give it to either of you.

"A neutral
third-party horse," she said.

I'm sorry, Kris.
She was pretty set on it.

God!

How did things get
so messed up?

We worked so hard for this.
Oh, I guess you can't control some things.

Then why do I feel like
it's all my fault.

Gillian never even
saw Wildfire run.

She's not even willing to
give him a chance based on how other people feel about me.

Thank you, Dani and Kerry.

I'll see you guys later.

So, how well do you
know this girl?

Uh, Mom! Boundaries!
Boundaries, Mom!

Oh!

Hey, Dr. Elliot!
What's up, Matt? How you doin'?

Good, how are you?
All right.

Thanks for
the house call, Rob.

Oh, sure.
So has examining Belladonna

earned me one of those
famous lemon bars or what?

Should earn you a whiskey, but, uh, okay.

How's our
hormonal one?

Thanks. Belladonna's
at full term.

Birth'll be any day now
yet, but no signs yet.

And Charlie's horse?
It's a good thing you called me about Tristan.

It could be the first
stages of colic.

I gave him a shot of painkiller,
but if he's not better by tomorrow,

you have to bring him
to the clinic.

When'd the depression start?

When we broke up.
is it that obvious?

No, I was talking about the horse.

Today.
Just today.

Then we'll keep
an eye on him.

You know, back when
I was in vet school,

this girl and I
broke up.

She left her dog with me,
and I always assumed that meant that she was coming back.

Did she?

Still have Ralphie.
Best dog I ever owned.

Yeah, fine.

Gloria Ranmucker--
I'm gonna kill her!

That hands didn't show up
because they haven't been paid.

Okay, I don't think
you can blame Dad's undernourished back account

on his bookkeeper,
she's just doing her job.

I have polished
enough horse spit off this for 1 day.

It's your turn.
Actually, I think that I'd rather do some bookkeeping.

Ranch hands.

Viola.
A week's wages.

Question: Aside
from being illegal, isn't that gonna bounce?

Not before
the stalls are mucked.

Hey, Gillian.
What's up?

Wait. Why?

Why are you trying
to ruin my life? What?

You screwed up my chance
at the Breeder's. That spot was mine, and you know it!

Of course, that's before
you opened your lying mouth to Gillian!

No, Dani! That's your
style and not mine, and it's pretty ugly!

Oh, and sleeping with
your agent isn't? Kerry and I aren't--

Please!
It's ugly and cheap.

What? Did I hit a nerve?
Because you get on all of mine!

Would you stop!
Stop it!

Look, this is
getting us nowhere.

We want the same thing, right?
Yeah, a shot at the Breeder's but there's only 1 slot--

Yeah, well, neither of us
is gonna get it if Gillian gives it to someone else.

What's your point?
My point is...

is that I think there's
a way to make sure that 1 of us gets it,

but you have to be willing
to bury the hatchet.

So, what you guys are
trying to tell me is that

it was all just one
big misunderstanding. Yes.

Definitely.
Well, you lied,

you stole my boyfriend.

She didn't steal your boyfriend.
She didn't even know about you.

And she didn't lie.
Wildfire was hurt in the race.

Well, I guess you both
love your horses enough

to lie, cheat, and even
show up here together.

Oh, why would I want to
get in the middle of such a dysfunctional mess?

I mean, besides the fact
I can't resist seeing the 2 of you in the same room?

How about this?

Why don't we set aside
all of our emotional differences?

No favoritism,
no lobbying, no head games?

What, for fun?

Look, seriously,
can you guys do that?

We were thinking
a match race tomorrow afternoon.

Wildfire versus Ishmael.
Ishmael versus Wildfire.

Winner gets the slot.

Hey. Big day.
Hey.

I cannot believe how
you turned this around.

Want some breakfast?
Tristan's worse.

It really looks
like colic now.

Timing couldn't be worse.
I'm gonna have to take him to the clinic.

Well, have you
talked to Charlie?

I left him a message,
but his voice mail says he's in South America.

Anyway,

you are gonna be
great today.

I can't believe it all
comes down to this:

1 match race.

Well, that leads
to the Breeder's,

which could give Wildfire
the chance to be the most sought-after horse in the West.

No pressure, huh?
Well, it's not

how I pictured it,
that's for sure.

Trust me,
it never is.

Kyle, where are
Ishmael's shipping boots?

Ooh!
That check was no good.

Oh, I'm so sorry. I don't
know how that happened. I do, and I quit.

Who, whoa, Kyle, hold on.
You've worked here for, like, 20 years.

These are hard times,
but we can get through them together.

I gave him ostrich boots
for Christmas last year!

Can't eat those.
God!

Did you see Ishmael
win the Clark? 15 lengths!

No, Ishmael is gonna
change all this today. He's gonna win that race.

And then he's gonna
run the Breeder's and then he's gonna win that,

and then we're gonna sell
shares, and then everything is gonna be all right again.

Dani, you sound like

every down-on-his-luck
bettor at the $2 window.

Reality check:
We need to unload this place while the market's high.

Sell the farm? No.
I don't think that Dad deeded it over to us

so that we turn around
and sell it.

We're supposed to be preserving
our family heritage, Junior.

What is worth preserving?

I haven't loved a horse
since Dad sold my pony, Scooter.

Scooter, Scooter, Scooter!
I am so sick of hearing about Scooter! You were 12!

Whatever.
Dani, we need to sell.

Dad, you and I
need money to live,

and if we wait any longer,
we're not gonna get a dime for this place.

This isn't a decision
that you can make based on numbers.

This is our home.
It's our life.

Maybe that's why Dad gave me
the controlling interest:

he knew you'd be too emotional
to make a decision based on numbers and not your feelings,

to do what's best
for the 3 of us.

I called a Realtor
this morning.

You are gonna
smoke 'em today. I know it.

I just wish
I could be there.

No matter what happens
at the Breeder's, I've already booked our tickets.

We leave 3 days
after the race.

Paris!
Yes!

Are you serious?
Yeah.

I'm here to make all
your dreams come true.

I know, but...
these are actual tickets!

Hey, you know
how you charmed everyone at the ball?

You're gonna have
the European racing world at your feet.

They're all gonna see you
the way I do.

You know, everything
that's happened in the last few days, I...

I want you to see me as just...

What?
Somebody else's ex-boyfriend?

You're a great jockey.
That's why I'm gonna make damn sure you get your shot

at the Prix d'Arc le Triomphe.

Wow, I can't say that.
All you have to say is "yes."

I know I want to.

I do. I...

I just always
pictured

making my name with
Wildfire and Raintree.

And you will,
at the Breeder's Invitational Stakes.

But a horse's
racing career is short, and a jockey's is long.

Paris?

Dani. You're not
here to affect

my decision about
the Breeder's, are you?

No.
God, no.

Uh, I just wanted
to catch you alone before the race.

Come on in.
Thank you.

I know how much
your family loves thoroughbred racing,

and I couldn't help
but notice how happy you seem to be here.

Well, this place
definitely has its advantages.

Yeah, I could see
myself staying here a bit longer.

See? I had
a feeling.

And I just...
I thought that I would mention

I have this Wall Street guy
who's interested in buying out my brother's half of the farm,

which is great,
except...

he's one of these
forty-something old fogies

who's constantly
reminiscing about Pearl Jam

and how great
Seinfeld was.

Gotta love him.
Well...

You know, I might
be interested in investing in Davis Farms.

Really? You?

Even though my mother
does own half of Kentucky.

Your mother.
Yeah.

Well, I'm sure
that you'd rather hang out with her,

and I'll just have to
deal with the blowhard.

I don't know.
Having a place of my own might be quite nice,

'cause she won't be able
to get her hands on it and redecorate.

Whenever I came back from
boarding school, I never knew whether it was gonna be

mid-century or modern.

Miami modern.
How 5 minutes ago.

Let me tell you
about Davis Farms.

Don't bother.

I'm sold!
What?

I'm in. I'm gonna get my lawyer
to draw up an offer for your brother, and take it from there.

I wouldn't want you
to have to deal with some old fogy from Wall Street.

You're serious!
Deadly.

You know, I really
like it here.

It's so different
from London-- especially the people.

I... Great!

Don't you want
a tour of the place?

You know,
due diligence? No, no, no.

That, my lawyers can
deal with. I always go with my gut.

Yeah. Me too.

What do you think,
Wildfire? Let's go out there and kick some ass.

Belladonna,
what are you doing?

Oh, God.

You can't be going
into labor. Not... Not now. Come on.

Norm!

Clay!

Is anyone here?

Hey.
Hey.

Thought you already
left for the match race.

Leaving now.
Just had a little business to take care of.

Yeah, so did every horse
in this entire barn.

I pass thee
the royal pitchfork, lover of equines.

Listen to me.
I found someone who's willing to buy you out.

Buy me out?
Just your half--

Well, you'll keep 2%.
See, I'm not like Dad.

I would never give
anyone 51%.

I'll keep my 49, and then
I'll run the place with her as equal partners.

Who's "her"?
Gillian Parsons.

Gillian?
It works out great for everyone.

You get your cash,
and I get to keep the farm.

I don't know.

The Realtors seem to
think I can get some pretty decent--

That is a lot
of money!

Oh, my God!
I had to play hardball with her,

but once she warmed up
to the idea, there was no stopping her.

It was a little
weird, in fact.

Do you think
something's up?

No.

I think this is just
the speed at which these people do things.

She called her lawyers
in New York, and they just faxed it over.

Sweet. Got a pen?

Well, I thought that
you'd at least take a night to think it over.

What if she changes
her mind as quickly as she made it up?

With this chunk of change,
we can get over Dad's legal bills,

and I can start
my racing team. Everybody wins.

"Racing"?
Yeah, not these poop machines.

Racecars. Vintage
Porsches, Mustangs...

and don't require
any vets

or chiropractors or horsy
"psychologicalogists" or whatever.

"Psychologists."
I know.

Car racing?
I mean, could Dad hate anything more?

I never want to see
another horse again.

Unless, of course,
it's a Mustang.

Thank you, Gillian!

He's got no intestinal sounds.

Heart rate's off the charts.
I'm pretty sure the gut's twisted.

The only way to save him
is to go in surgically. I'm sorry, Jean.

Oh, God.
Otherwise he's healthy, but I've got to warn you--

I know:
70% success rate.

Gets worse
the longer we wait.

More likely to
rupture, yeah.

I haven't been able to
get a hold of Charlie.

Euthanasia's
always an option.

I-I don't even want
to think about that.

Look it's an
expensive surgery,

and Tristan's not
a champion racehorse.

Some owners,
they weight the cost of the surgery

against the value
of the horse,

and they decide that
it's not worth it.

Look, it's not
a decision that I want to make

for somebody else,

but just so you know,
I still wish my ex would come back for Ralphie.

Not that I'd give him up
now, I have to tell you.

Charlie?

Jean, it's Kris.
I think Belladonna's in labor.

Oh.

Oh, boy. Uh, is
anyone with you?

No, and I have to
go to the match race! I don't know how to do this!

Don't worry.
Mares usually give birth all by themselves.

No problem.
They prefer it that way.

It usually takes
20 to 30 minutes.

Call Matt and tell him
to take your place.

You sure?
Positive.

Hey, you and Wildfire

go show Gillian
who the best horse is.

Right? Just wait
for Matt to get there,

just in case.

It is Wildfire's baby.

Okay, thanks.

Thanks for giving
Kris this chance.

And Dani.
What an amazing character.

Yeah. Let's not
talk about Dani.

Hang on a sec.

Oh, let me turn
my phone off.

So, I have
a surprise for you.

Ooh, really?
Yeah.

Remember yesterday
when you said you wanted me to live closer?

Yeah.
Well, now I do. I bought Davis Farms!

Wh-What?

Yeah, I bought--
Well, only half. Junior wanted to sell,

so I bought him out.

Y-You're joking, right?
We're gonna be neighbors,

and you can see me
every single day.

I-- I don't know
what to say.

Oh, come on.
It's gonna be great. You can train for me,

and we can come to the
racetrack every day-- But what about Dani?

You and Dani are partners?

Did you tell Dani about us?
It's none of her business.

She's not gonna
see it that way.

Oh, she'll get over it.

You just bought
a horse farm with my ex-girlfriend.

Mm-hmm.
Right next door to me in 1 day.

Yeah.

You move fast!
Well!

20 minutes.

Jean said it would
take 20 minutes.

Come on.
It's been 20 minutes.

This is it!

I can't believe that
Gillian Parsons and I are gonna be partners!

Let's go tell her
the good news.

Hey, congratulations.

You too.
Thank you.

Hey, partner.

I'm really excited about
Parson-Davis Farms.

That's kind of a mouthful,
don't you think?

I'll take a look at this,
and you've got a match race to run.

Remember?
No favorites. Come on, Matt.

I'll see you guys on the track.

Dani!

Yeah.
Jean, yeah.

It's been about 20 minutes,
and the foal's not coming out, nothing's happening,

so... I don't know.
I think that something's wrong.

Dr. Elliot just
went into surgery.

Okay, stay calm.

I will be there as soon as
I can, but I'm 2 hours away. What?

Look, I'm gonna have Dr. Schuler
call you right back, okay?

Okay.

Dani, wait up.

So Gillian's
with Matt?

Guess so.

Did you know that when
you agreed to do this?

But, I mean, I'm
totally over him.

Yeah.
Yeah, right.

No, I am.
Matt Ritter is a coward.

Look at how he's been
sneaking around with Gillian.

Well, good, 'cause
I got my eye set on this sweet little vintage Porsche.

It's a '58 roadster,
like a flying bathtub.

Dani?
Hmm?

Okay. You got
2 options:

Say the word, I'll
go tackle the bitch, rip up the papers,

and we're back to
mucking stalls, no harm,

lots of foul,

or you can forget how you feel
about Matt, focus on having a winning stable,

and go ahead
with the deal.

You got what
you wanted.

You're running with
the big dogs now.

And if you're gonna
run an operation as big as Parsons-Davis,

you're gonna have to stop
being like a normal human

and start acting
a little more like--

Dad.

Hold on.

Hello.
Hey, Junior, is Matt there?

Uh, he's here
somewhere. What's up?

Well, I need some help.
Can you tell Matt to come home right away?

And postpone
the match race, all right? Kris--

I got to go!
What's the matter?

It's Kris.
Something's wrong.

Matt's got to get back
to Raintree. Tell Gillian to postpone the match race.

Wait.
Is it Wildfire? Just do it!

Well, it's been over half an
hour, and Belladonna keeps running around her stall.

I don't know.
She seemed really agitated, but...

I mean,
nothing's happening. Is this normal?

Well, the foal is probably
positioned wrong.

I don't mean to scare you.
This is pretty serious.

We need to get the nose
and the forelegs together, or the mare and foal could die.

Well, I'm here
all by myself.

It's gonna take me a couple
hours to get there, and we don't have that kind of time.

I'm gonna talk you through
this, okay? You need to re-postion the foal.

How do I feel the foal?
When your fingers touch the nose, you'll know it.

I don't know how
to do that.

Okay, uh, I'll try. Hang on.

Easy, girl.
Come on!

I can't do this!
You've got to try.

It's still busy.
Phone's got to be off the hook.

Just seems a little weird that
Kris would beg me for a chance to race her horse and then

just not show up.

I hope everything's okay.

Kris!

Hey, what's going on.
Are you okay?

I am so happy to see you.
Belladonna's going into labor.

Here, I need you to take
this lead line and help me to get her to lay down.

I have to go in
and check the position of the foal.

Oh, my God.
So,

so you reach in and,
what, pull it out?

The vet thinks that
one of the forelegs is behind the other,

and it's slowing
down the birth.

Wait. Isn't that
the horse that killed someone?

Look, they both
could die.

Whoa. Sorry to hold you
down like this, but it's for your own good.

You postponed
the match race, right? Done.

Hey. Hey!
Gotta work with me. Gotta work with me.

How's it going back there?
Give me a sec.

Shh. Shh.
I feel a hoof.

She feels a hoof.
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. She feels a hoof.

That's great.
What's next?

Great, now tell her to
gently feel for the other one.

All right. Try to feel
for the other foot. Shh!

Kris, I can't hold her down
forever. you can do this. I'm trying!

Try to feel the other foot.
I'm trying. I swear I don't feel it!

Shh. Come on.
You can do this. Shh!

Okay, wait.
You feel anything? Please tell me yes.

I feel it, I feel it.
It's just...

It's pushed back.
Try to pull it forward

really slowly.

Slowly.

I got it!

Okay. Whoa, whoa, whoa,
whoa, whoa, whoa!

Shh! Shh! Shh!

Okay, okay. Um, she's
got both feet even.

Great. She's ready.
Really? Okay. We'll call you right back.

Hey!

That was it?
She said she should deliver any minute.

Ugh.

Look at him.

Thanks.
You're welcome.

So, what does this mean?
Does Ishmael get the spot?

Well, I hope Kris is okay,
but a deal's a deal.

You're in the Breeder's
Invitational Stakes.

Eee!

But let's first seal
our other deal.

Hello, Mr. White?

Yes, it's Gillian Parsons.

Yeah, I called you earlier.

I'd like to make
a money transfer.

So you got the spot.

Congratulations.

Congratulations yourself.
You got the heiress.

Come on.

Dani...

I don't know
if I did this right.

You did a great job, Kris.

Oh! My arms
are killing me.

Mm.
I'm so nervous, I can't sit still.

Where's good old
Kerry Connelly when you need him?

What's that
supposed to mean? Nothing.

Never mind.

I was just
wondering, uh,

how you guys
were doing.

I mean, I can
ask that now, right?

Don't worry.
We're here.

I was gonna tell you
about Gillian and me.

It's a little late
for that now.

I'm sorry you
found out like this.

Do me a favor
and spare me the

"I'm Matt Ritter,
and I am such a good guy" speech.

Hey, you're not exactly
going out of your way to keep me in the loop.

When were you gonna tell me
you were going into partnership with Gillian?

When it hit
the papers, probably.

That's my business, Matt,
which means it's none of yours anymore.

Fine.

But is this really
what you want?

You want Gillian Parsons
and her family running Davis Farms?

Can't hold on
to the past, Matt.

'Course, you know that,

seeing as how you moved on
to Gillian so quickly.

Things are great.

Kerry's getting me work
over in Europe on the French racing circuit.

You're going to Europe?
Only for a few months.

A lot of jockeys build up
their resumes over there.

Oh, that's exciting.
Congratulations.

Sometimes it's...
just time to move on.

I sold my share
of the farm.

You sold Davis Farms?
Yeah, my half, at least.

I kept a tiny bit
just to try to bug Dani every now and then.

That's great.

Things change, huh?

He's gonna pull through.
Oh! Thank God!

Oh! Oh!

Yeah, we're gonna keep him
in equine recovery unit for the next couple of days,

but he should be home
by the end of the week. Thank you.

Sure. He's gonna need
a lot of post-op care, okay?

So, tell your
friend Charlie

that I said he needs
to be at the barn

at least 2 or 3 times
a day until Tristan's out of the woods.

Okay?
All right.

Thank you.

Charlie Hewitt.
Charlie? Hi.

Um, good news.

It's great news,
actually.

Dr. Elliot did
an amazing job.

It was touch and go there
for a while, but, um,

Tristan's gonna be okay.

He's gonna make it.

I-I'm so relieved because

I thought that
we were gonna lose him.

He's such a silly horse.

But he's got
a great face, you know?

I guess I never realized

how fond I was of him until

we almost lost him.

Well, this is silly.

I'm filling up
your voice mails, so, um.

I hope you get this,
and, um,

I'll see you...

when I see you.

Bye, Charlie.

Junior, look.

Oh, my God!

Is that feet?

Wait a minute.
I think I see a nose too.

That's
incredible.

It's a boy!

Oh, look.
He's trying to stand.

Almost.
Almost, buddy!

Come on, little guy.
You can do it.

There you go. Yeah!

He did it!

Hey, Wildfire.
You owe me a cigar.

God!

I never saved
a life before. No, you saved 2.

I could have done this
without you.

I can't wait to
watch him grow up.

Too bad
I won't be here.

Neither will I.

But... I mean, it'll
only be for a few months.

Few months is a long time
when you're only 10 minutes old.

Kris?

There you are.

Is that Belladonna's?

Isn't he a beauty?

Yeah, but...
this is where you were?

Why didn't you call me?
I tried to,

but your phone was
busy or something, so I called Junior.

And I told Dani to explain
there was an emergency.

She didn't give you
the message?

We waited for you,
and when you didn't show, Gillian gave the slot to Dani.

What?

Kris!

I can't believe
Dani did that. What the hell is going on?

Dani's over the edge,
and you just sold out to Gillian Parsons?

You can't hold on
to the past. Really?

You can't put a price tag
on what you love.

Hey, you better think about
what you're giving up,

'cause this time,
it's gonna be gone for good.

Come on, buddy.

Hey.
Hey.

The mother and baby
are doing fine.

Hey, I'm sorry about
the Breeder's. I-- No.

It wasn't your fault.
It's just...

kind of a weird way
to end things.

Yeah.

I can't believe we're both
gonna be leaving this place.

You didn't call.
I've been trying you all afternoon.

How did it go?
Uh, hey,

I guess I'll just
catch you later. Okay.

I missed the race.
Whoa. What are you talking about?

Belladonna decided to
go into labor, and there were some complications.

If we hadn't have been here,
she could've died.

Kris, that slot should
be yours. I won't let you lose it.

Kerry, you know what?
Just let it go.

And about Paris--

No, look, the official
lineup doesn't come out till Monday, okay?

I think I can still
get you into the Breeder's.

Just give me a chance.
Please?

That was some stunt
you pulled on Kris today.

I don't have
time for this.

I have a horse farm to run.
Don't you have a Porsche to polish?

It's just a cold,
hard piece of metal.

It has its place, but...

I love horses.

Since when?

You shouldn't have to do
all this grunt work yourself.

After all, I do own
51% of this place.

No, it's 49%
Gillian Parsons' and 2% yours.

Yeah, I wanted to talk
to you about that.

Um, I kind of
changed my mind.

You've got to be kidding.

I've been thinking about it...
You were supposed to think about it before you signed the papers.

We had this
conversation, remember?

The money's been transferred!
You sold out!

I'm sure we could
talk to Gillian.

What about you?
Is this really what you want?

This isn't about
what I want, Junior.

It's done!

And you're the one that told me
to put money before love. Remember?

Hey.

Lookin' good, huh?

Look at Wildfire,
the proud daddy.

So, how's our
newest addition?

4 legs and an appetite.
You've got a future champion on your hands.

And you--
Good job, Kris.

Couldn't have done it
better myself.

Ever want to give up
being a jockey, just let me know.

Yeah.
I'm gonna go check on Wildfire.

All right.
So,

there never was
a Ralphie, was there, Rob?

Uh-huh.

Hey.
You ready for some good news?

Yeah, what's
going on?

Wildfire got the slot.
You're in the Breeder's,

and the odds makers are
already going crazy.

You're serious?
We're really in? Wait. No. Are you sure?

Hey, I told you I wouldn't
let you down, didn't I? I know you did, but, I mean...

I mean, who did you talk to? Did you talk to Gillian?

Well, I'm just
a good agent.

I'd do anything
for you, Kris.

You know that, right?