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Previously on Will Trent...

- I'm so sorry.
- Oh.

Mom? Mom, please.

Can we talk about your scan?

Unfortunately,
this dark area is a tumor.

Oh, my God.
I am so sorry, Michael.

Don't do that.
Don't call me Michael.
You think I'm gonna die.

- What happened?
- I shot him.

You killed my brother,
you asshole!

To Didi.

Good afternoon, folks.

Welcome to the Jack Bose
Invitational Rodeo,

celebrating the history of
Black cowboys and cowgirls
who built this great country.

We've got enough bull riding,
calf roping and barrel racing

to keep your skin tingling
till it's time for Christmas.

And leading off our grand entry
is rodeo legend
Bernadette Fleury.

Y'all are truly
in the presence of greatness.

Damn it to hell.

Hey, something wrong
with my boot. It ain't working.

The boot right.
Your foot wrong.

What... Gimme that flask.
It's a family show.

You know I can ride anything,
backwards and blindfolded.

Especially old Pancake.

Hey, hey, Rooster!

Hey, you take it easy
with her, Rooster.

Mind your business.
Pancake ain't even your horse,

-old washed-up ass.
-Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

See, it ain't her fault
you're so damn ugly.

Get rough
with that horse again.

I swear for God,
I'll put you in the ground.

What the hell's going on?
Why ain't she out there?

Get on the horse, Bernie.
Come on.

Grab the flag,
do a lap around the ring,

smile like you're having
a good day, and come on back.

Every day is a good day

-when you're Bernadette Fleury.
-Lord.

Heads up,
cowboys and cowgirls...

Get that drunk
away from my horse.
Find another rider. She's done.

Hey, what's wrong, girl?

Hey, hey! You leave her alone!

- No, no,
I said leave her alone.

Get away from her.

Be still. Focus on your breath.

Jesus!

Obviously, this breathing crap
is not working for you.

Just lie back down and tell me
where the pain is coming from.

I still can't...

get over the fact that
I've shot and killed a kid.

Where is the pain,
like, in you?

I mean, emotions settle,
they find physical purchase
and take hold.

So where in you
do you feel the pain?

Well...

in my stomach, mostly.

What does it feel like?

Like a bag of snakes.

Boiling hot snakes
that are just slithering

and twisting up all my anger

and sadness and fear.

Just twisting up so tightly
I could barely get
a single breath in.

-And I--
-Here?

I did not consent
to being touched.

-Yes, you did.
Read the paperwork.
-How about you read--

Shh!

I'm putting my hands
on your head.
It's boiling. Feel it.

What does it make you wanna do?

I wanna run...

...away.

Anywhere, so I...

I'm not stuck
in my... my feelings
and my memories.

-How's that tummy?
-Wait.

Can you not say tummy?

You know that's infantilizing,
isn't it?

It's... It's better.

It's actually much better.

It'll come back.

It just wants your attention.

That pain, it wants you
to see it, to feel it,
to see it as part of you.

Maybe reach out
and give it a hug
and say, "I see you."

Then, eventually,
it'll show up less often.

So you want me to hug
my feelings?

You think that's gonna fix me?

You're not broken.
You're in pain.

I think the real question is,

"Do you wanna be here?"

Like, in therapy? No.

Like, on Earth.

Do you wanna be alive, Will?

To be truly alive means
we hold some excitement
for the future.

We take pleasure every day,

go outside,
appreciate the world.

I think that's what
you have to decide, Will.

In the meantime...

take three of these
twice daily.

For optimism.

Can't wait.

Security footage outside
showed Bernadette Fleury

riding off on a stolen horse.

Can't track footsteps
with all this hay.

Jesus. Dear God.

Not a fan of horses?

I prefer my animals
Betty-sized.

All right, so there was
a gunshot, but I don't think
it hit pitchfork mouth.

There. Single shot.

Do you think it was a warning?

Clearly,
the warning didn't work.

There had to be
a struggle.

All right.
So, uh, she lost her gun
and picked up a pitchfork.

-Why?
-Does that really matter?

-That crazy woman killed him.
-And you are?

Drummond Moncrief.
Stock contractor,
owner of the stolen horse.

Rooster McClatchy is
my employee... Was.

I'm gonna have to ask you
to remove yourself
from the active crime scene.

Oh, now I get eye contact.

Something on your mind, ace?

Well, I've been knowing Bernie
like 20 years now.

Best barrel racer
you ever seen.

But lately, that drinking
been getting out of control.

Now she can be a prickly one,

but I ain't never knew her
to be no murdering type.

Yeah, we'll be
the judge of that.

Those are some fancy boots.

It's not adding up.

Wait, is that blood?

Hey, grab a sample of this
for the lab.

How did the blood
get that far?

There's no trail.

Maybe it's Ms. Bernadette's.

She could be injured.

All we know for sure is
that she took that horse.

And I'm gonna
tell you one thing for sure.

- Yeah!
- She murdered my man!

Yeah, she did.
Bernadette Fleury is
a no-good gutless killer.

And I want my horse back
in one piece.

That's why I'm offering
$10,000 to anybody...

That's right,
$10,000 to anybody
who can bring Pancake home.

-They really are the worst.
-Who?

People.

-You look terrible.
-Thanks.

-How's your tumor?
-So good.

Did Dr. Seth tell you that?
'Cause that's
a HIPAA violation.

No, it was Mitchell,
because you told her.

Why didn't you tell me?

Well, because I thought you'd
make a big deal out of it.

It is a big deal.

What's in the box?

My mother.

Your mom's still alive?

Pretty sure she didn't survive
the cremation.

Was she recently alive?

Doesn't matter. Who cares?

She's dead. You're not.

What's up with your brain?

I need surgery.

You schedule it?

-No.
-Ormewood, why...

why didn't you schedule it?

Well, because there's
a bunch of stuff to do.

There's forms, there's wills,
there's trusts,
there's paperwork.

-It's like--
-Okay. So you can do that.

-Because I'm scared, Angie!
-We can work it out.

Okay?

I'm scared.

It's... It's in my brain.
I could die.

That's not gonna happen.

- That's not what
the specialist said.

Oh. What kind of specialist?

-Doesn't matter.
-Fine.

-What's in the box?
-Nothing.

All business.
Okay. Suit yourself.

-God. His face!
-That's not his face.

-It's an innie.
-Oh, my God. It is his face.

-Oh, God, Pete!
-Pete! Not...

-How about
a warning next time?
-It's so not cool.

-It's burned
in my eyes forever.
-God.

No small talk, no warning.

This is James Webster.

He sustained fatal injuries
after falling from
the roof of his building.

These items were found
in his pockets.

Autopsy seems normal,
but you're the detectives.

It's either a push,
a fall or a jump.

We need to find this woman
before this mob does.

She's a fugitive on a horse.
It shouldn't be this hard.

We don't know the full story.

We have footage of her
riding away on a stolen horse,

and her prints are
all over the pitchfork.

Yeah, but why steal a horse
that is too old to compete
or breed?

And why put up
a $10,000 reward?

Well, maybe she took the horse
to get away.

What do we know
about the victim?

Rooster. He has a record.
Minor drug stuff.

And for a ranch hand,
he was wearing
very expensive gator boots.

I'll call the fashion police.

I'm already here.

And, Will, what the hell
are you doing anyway?

I'm trying to recreate
the crime scene.

No, it doesn't make sense, no.

Please don't move
Rooster's body.

He was stabbed to death
with a pitchfork.

Miss Bernadette had a gun,
she fired it,

then she left it behind.

What I really can't figure out
is how did blood get
on the post

all the way over here.

Well, we don't even know
if that's from our case.

Well, either she's guilty
or she has information
that proves otherwise.

Bernadette has answers.

It's our job to find her
before Drummond's people do.

I do have somebody coming in
who can provide
a different perspective.

What kind of perspective?

The female kind.

Hmm.

You know my uncle Tom,
he took us to see Bill Pickett
when I was a kid.

And it was the best time.

You grow up with these images

of John Wayne and
Clint Eastwood in your head.

So seeing a Black rodeo,
that was special.

And then there was
this woman barrel racer
I will never forget.

Her name was Ruby Steele.

Cherry red
from boots to kerchief,
braids down her back.

She took those corners so fast.

Yeah, I remember Ruby Steele.

I heard she married a doctor.
Happy ending, I guess.

So, you and Bernadette
rode together?

We started together
in Black rodeo.

Worked our way up to
the pro circuit.

If she put a fork
in that guy's head,
I bet money he had it coming.

Hell...
...I'm shocked
she didn't rope him.

Bernie was tactical
with that thing.

Aw, it sounds like
you two were close.

We were competitors, but we
looked out for each other too.

Bernie was fearless. The best.

Hmm. Yeah, I noticed her scores
from about seven years ago.

She went from being on top
to dead last, almost overnight.

-The circuit wanted her gone.
-Why?

-Something happened?
-It was in Hattiesburg.

We were out. This bull rider's
chatting her up.

Next thing I know,
they're gone.

She looked rough
the next morning.

Couldn't ride a horse
for a few weeks
after what he did.

Yeah. Okay.

I was the one
who told her to report it.

What a dumbass I was.

-They didn't believe her?
-The cops? No.

And the circuit made her out
to be a troublemaker.

Bernie tried to hang in.

That girl's got grit.

Pardon me, ma'am.
I'm gonna need that horse.

Whoa.

You sure you wanna do that?

That reward's too much.
Afraid I ain't got no choice.

We're so sorry
for your loss, Danielle.

Doesn't feel real.

I'm sure.

Do you have
any reason to believe that
he might've taken his own life?

No, he was doing
so much better.

-What do you mean by that?
-Nothing. My...

My husband was depressed
during COVID,
but wasn't everyone?

Did you notice
any unusual behavior?

Issues with finances or...
Did he leave a note?

Is there anyone
who would wanna hurt him?

Never. He was the sweetest guy.

Our daughter Kinsey was
the light of his life.

What do I even tell her?

He never got to say goodbye.

So, it doesn't seem like push.

Could be fall. Could be jump.

Could be.

Hey. It's your friendly
neighborhood insurance agent.

You guys are on
the Webster case, right?

Oh, God. Not now, Tim.

-The family are my clients.
-No, don't.

Believe me,
I don't wanna be here either.

It wrecks me to know
when a client is hurting.

Anyway, you guys rent or own?

Because I got some new rates
that'll blow your wigs off.

Look, you're busy, we're busy.
Spit it out.

I promised to help
the Websters heal,

and that starts with
giving them closure.

Been doing
my own little investigation,

and I think
you might wanna see this.

It's a statement
from a neighbor,

who heard James have
a massive breakdown
four days before he died.

And in the spirit
of transparency,
I brought his medical records.

-He was on antidepressants?
-It's devastating.

-You two been good otherwise?
-Goodbye, Tim.

You can keep those.

So, feels like jump, right?

And then she lassoed me,
and she took my gun, you know.

She's going to Lone Oak.
I swear. She told me.

Can y'all hurry up here?

She is not going to Lone Oak.

Yeah, I try to get some sense
into her, but you know
how women are right there.

Ow!

There's no way
she told that ding-dong
where she was going.

Well, there's a posse
of dummies headed down
to Lone Oak right now.

Okay, so shirtless
might've said he saw her here.

Lone Oak is down here.

And Bernadette files her taxes
from an address here.

In the opposite direction.

I'll drive.

Hey. Talked to Webster's widow.

How'd it go?

I think it's great
that you and your mom
have become inseparable,

but I don't love the idea
of eating lunch

while staring at the words
"human remains."

-Better?
-Not really.

Preview of coming attractions,
if you don't schedule
that surgery.

That's just mean.

Anyway, James and his daughter

became obsessed with
a bird's nest
outside of their apartment.

Now, four days before he died,
the eggs hatched.

James was so moved
that he sobbed.

Those were tears of joy.
A point for fall.

But Danielle also told me
that James was off his meds.

Point for jump.
We're tied again.

The roof doesn't have cameras,
but I reached out to
the neighbors.

We'll see if any of them
have angles
that are helpful to us.

Well, hello, my lovelies.

Look who it is.
Josiah and Bonbon.

-Good afternoon, Detectives.
-Well, well. Small world.

Mm-mmm. My world is vast
and filled with glitter.

Besides, I hear you need help
settling your affairs,

so that you can schedule
this surgery.

Not a small world.

Vast and filled with glitter.

Look, I appreciate the concern,
but I've got it covered, okay?
Thanks.

-He does not.
-That's not true.

So, I trust you've updated
your military survivor
benefit plan.

How about your VGLI?

Surely, you've firmed up
your burial plans with the VA?

You know,
you guys are real downers.

Michael Ormewood, this is
about you making some decisions

so that your children and
your loved ones don't have to.

The last thing you want is
someone else
picking out your final looks.

Well, I want
a military funeral, so I guess
I'll wear my dress blues.

Hmm.

How many bicep curls
has it been
since you tried those on?

Wish I could help you,

but I haven't seen Bernie
since she broke my heart.

That's been six years.

Okay, I see.
What about Pancake?

No, sir.
I've never seen Pancake.

-What do you think, Mitchell?
-You know, I just have

this strange feeling
that there was a horse
in this house.

God, I hope that's mud.

-I don't know what to say.
-Okay, Mr. Callaway,

I know you haven't seen
or spoken to Miss Bernadette,

but I'd like to give you
my number, because I think
she could use some help.

I'd like to hear her side
of the story before she gets
shot off that horse.

We need to figure out where
she could be going from here.

-Trent.
-Yeah, leave Callaway alone.

His place nasty anyways.

-Bernadette Fleury,
is that you?
-Indeed.

And ol' Pancake.

Look at you with
your good manners. Say hello
to the humans on the phone.

You're on speaker
with my partner Faith Mitchell.
We wanna help.

How about you come to the GBI?
We can keep you safe.

What? You think
I squat with my spurs on?

I ain't interested
in the back of no squad car.

I ain't interested in
your handcuffs
or your strip search.

And I certainly
ain't interested in
your idea of justice.

Look, I get it.

I don't know how you
trust anyone after what
happened in Hattiesburg.

I forgot who I was
for a long time.

But now
I'm starting to remember again.

You made quick work of that guy
on the side of the road.

-You aren't injured, are you?
-No.

I'm fine,
all things considered.

Then, that blood on the post
back at the stable,
that isn't yours.

There's another variable
at that crime scene.

Variable?

More like asshole.

Here's what I think happened.

You heard Pancake in distress.

Which is why you went
to the stall.

Come on now, Pancake.
Come on now.

You found Rooster there.

Hey, I said leave her alone.
Get your hands off of her.

I don't like
when people hurt horses.

What you doing here, Bernie?
- Get off of her!

You could've handled Rooster
on your own.

But that second guy must've
come in hot on your heels.

Get off--

Gunshot startled Pancake.

You used that opportunity
to break loose. How?

I stomped on his toes.
Then, you know,
I cracked him in his nose.

That explains
the blood on the post.

Then things took a turn.
He went for his gun.
You had no choice.

That's a rippin'-good yarn.
I still ain't coming in though.

See, this might end badly.

What it's not gonna do
is end with me in jail.

We're looking for a bad man
with a broken nose.

I think I heard water.
Did you get that?

Yeah.

This can't be about
a 17-year-old horse.

No. Oh...

Hey, Amanda.
Watch where you're stepping.
There's manure everywhere.

We got the blood samples back
from the lab.

DNA from the barn post
does not belong to Rooster.

It's another man's.

-That must be Broken Nose.
-Mmm.

You know, I found this place
called Goodwill Ranch

that Bernadette used to work at
when she was a teenager.

They have a stream nearby.
It's not too far from here.

Great, let's go.

Here, take this.

Yeah,
I can't breathe. Help me out.

Those buttons deserve
a Medal of Honor.

Child, I kick my face
every Saturday night
in a corset and stilettos.

Where's my commendation?

Hey, this is weird.

Webster put a bird feeder
on his credit card
on the morning he died.

Wait a minute. Didn't he have
a screw on him when he fell?

-Think he was trying
to hang it up there?
-Fell.

Well, there was no bird feeder
at the scene, so jumped.

Doesn't mean
there wasn't one there. Fell.

Seam ripper.

Advance directive?

Yeah. Resuscitate me.

Uh... Unless I'm brain-dead,
then pull the plug.

After a week. Give it a second.

Pants too.

Pants.

Here.

See what I did here?

You're gonna do the same thing
on the other side, okay?

Okay.

I don't mean to pry,

but what's the deal with
the human remains?

It's my mother.

I don't know.
I can't put it down.

I'm sorry. Were you two close?

Nope.

Now I understand
why you're so involved
with your partner's affairs.

It's transparence.

She means transference.

Stop nit-poking.

Honey, it's nitpicking. No one
in the world says nit-poking.

Bitch, I will poke you
with these pins.

I wish a Bonbon would.

Now, Michael, how do you plan
to divide your 401(k)?

Uh, 50-50. Max and Cooper.

I suggest limiting access
to the funds until they're 25.

-Unless they're in college.
-Noted.

And neither one of them
are allowed to buy
a motorcycle.

Lame.

You could have a service.

I don't think so.

-Why not?
It might be lethargic.
-That would be cathartic.

Can I live, please?

Well, Michael,
we got a lot done today,

and I am happy to announce
that your affairs are in order.

Now how many of us
can say that?

I know this is
an uncertain time
and it is harrowing,

but I choose to believe
that this is not your time

and all of this
is all for naught.

Thank you.

Okay, Ormewood, we got
a bird feeder to go find.

You know you didn't have
to take your pants off, right?

Whoa.

There it is.

Get out of here, bear!

You have to yell at the bear.
Be assertive.

Okay.

-Ugh!
-What are you doing?

Seeing a new therapist,
and these are
my optimism drops.

Oh? Are they working?

No. They don't, they won't,
and they taste terrible.

Marco's brother
came to my house with a gun.

He wanted to kill me.
For a second, I wish he did.

Hey, you know
the incredible thing about God?

Come on, Faith, please.

God doesn't judge us
by the worst things
that we've done.

We're human. We're always
going to make mistakes.

But the goal is not
to be perfect.
The goal is to be good.

We help people, Will.
We're gonna help Bernadette.

We're gonna keep stacking
on those good deeds

because...
...that is the only thing
that is in our control.

Miss Bernadette. Come on out.
It's the GBI. We wanna help.

Will Trent. Faith Mitchell.

I saw y'all camping out there
all night. Nice little fire.

Why don't you put
your guns down, come inside
and get some breakfast?

I'm, uh, very sorry
about Callaway,
but we need to go.

What do you see
when you look at her?

Large nostrils
and a gummy smile.

I'll tell you more
once we're safe. Let's go.

I see a partner,
an athlete, a friend.

And more heart and grit
and smarts than you or me.

Come closer.

No, I'm... I'm fine right here.

She ain't gonna hurt you.

Horses respond to who you are,
not who you think you are.

Just be yourself.

Come on. Can you feel that?

-Her heartbeat.
-Mm-hmm.

Her heart beats fast.
She's been pawing the ground.

She's poorly.
I'm worried it's colic.

What does that mean?

Something's wrong
with her stomach.
Maybe backed up.

Agent, why are you over here
molesting the manure?

I think I know
what Broken Nose is after.

-What's that?
-A packet of drugs.
Probably cocaine.

They put that mess in Pancake?

That rat bastard.
I swear to God--

Oh! Oh!

Come on, come on.

Okay. We need to find
better cover.

-You see where
those shots came from?
-Over there, at the tree line.

What's the plan?

Work in progress.

Ooh.

GBI! Drop your weapon.

Faith!

I'm good!

Hey. Can you walk?

Uh, I need help.

-Come on. I got you.
-Broken Nose is down.

I got no bars up here.

Somebody needs to get Pancake
to a vet and call for help.

You go. I'll keep her safe.

-Well, it's just
a very large animal.
-You got this, Will.

I believe in you.

So does Pancake.

-Tim, buddy,
you see the screen?
-Yeah.

That's good. Good. 'Cause I
don't want you to miss this.

Okay, so that's you.

And that is the bird feeder

James was trying to hang
when he slipped and fell.

- Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
- -Yeah, I called your office.

Talked to
a chatty receptionist.

Apparently,
if James's claim is denied,
you'd get a nice little bonus.

Guys, I can explain.

No, I think we got it.

You stole the bird feeder
to make it look like
James's death was a suicide.

-On your feet, big guy.
Let's go.
-What?

You're under arrest
for tampering with evidence

and interfering with
an active police investigation.

You got him?

- Not a bad day.
- Yeah.

Hey.

I'm sorry about your mom.

You wanna talk about it?

Nah.

I'm gonna hit a meeting. You?

I'm gonna go talk to my kids
about my surgery.

Good.

Good luck.

Thanks.

Just like walking Betty.

A huge,
incredibly strong Betty.

Good horse. Good horsey.

Come on, girl.
You gotta keep going, okay?

Come on.
I know you're tired, okay?
Just, uh, giddy up.

Okay.

See the problem. Look at it.

Give it a hug.

Hey, girl.

I know you're not feeling well,
all right?

But we need to keep going.

Yeah. Okay. I want you
to see Miss Bernadette again.

Okay, so, uh, what do you say?
Huh, girl?

Can we do that? You think
you can find the strength, huh?

Is that a yes?

You know,
you want some optimism?
I know I could use some.

I don't know about you,
but I'm just gonna...

Here you go. There you go.
Just try a little bit. Yep.

Tastes terrible,
supposedly works.

Yeah. Look at us.
Just a couple
of optimists, huh?

What you say we get to hoofing?
Come on.

Llamada de Amanda.
Llamada de Amanda.

Amanda, I'm with Pancake.
Broken Nose is dead,

and Miss Bernadette,
she got a superficial wound.

She's back at the ranch
with Faith.
They need a medivac.

But this horse...
this horse is sick.
We need a vet ASAP.

No, no, no, no, no.
Hey, no, no. Don't give up now.

Hey, you can't give up now.
Come on, girl.

You okay? You okay.
Please. Please be okay.

You listen to me, Pancake.
You and me, we're gonna
make a deal, all right?

If you live, I live. All right?

We're gonna be all right and
we're gonna get through this.

Because we're choosing
to be alive, okay?

We're choosing to be alive.
You hear me?

Why do you even watch sports?
It's not like you can play them.

I can beat you.

Dad said
to take it easy on you.

No, he didn't.

Hey, guys, can we have a chat
for a second?

And the doctor said that
the recovery isn't too bad,

so I should be back
to myself pretty quick.

So, you'll be okay?

Of course, Max.

I mean, I'm a cop,
so there's a chance something
could happen to me every day,

but it's no way to think.

What about you, Coop?
You have any questions?

One. How good
are these surgeons?

Two. Do you have
any data on the procedure?

And if so,
would you mind telling us?

Three. Does it hurt
like my appendix did?
And if so, can it burst?

You really wrote all that down?

Guys, you're old enough now
to know the truth.

I'm not hiding anything
from you. Trust me, okay?

You remember when I had
to have my knee scoped
a few years ago?

I told you not to play
flag football.

Yeah, well,
it's kind of like that.

It feels different.
This is your head.

I know. I know.
It is different.
It's... It's scary.

But I think it's gonna be okay.
Okay?

And no matter what happens,
we'll face it together.

Yeah, you.

You okay, Max?

Who's picking you up from
the hospital after the surgery?

I don't know.
I'll find somebody, I guess.

No way. I'm doing it.
I'll pick you up.
I got you, Dad.

Since you just got
your license,

that's actually scarier than
the surgery, but okay.

Make mine a double.

Straight gin.
Your favorite, Ma.

Maybe I should put
some lemonade in it
like you used to do for me.

Okay. Real subtle.

It's fine. I'm leaving anyway.

You wouldn't even look at me.
This is why I don't go out.

You're jealous of every girl
that looks my way.

No, you went to the bathroom
because you don't want to pay
for the check!

Just like your deadbeat dad.

Why do I have to
take care of you?

Ma, I think I remember
you saying you wanted to rest
in a body of water.

So, this is the best I can do.
Much like your parenting.

I'm sorry, Mom. Oh, God.

I'm so sorry.

No. No. No.

You don't get to keep ruining
my life.

I don't know why you were
so bad to me.

Someone must've been worse
to you.

But the cycle stops with me.

May you find more peace
in death than you did in life,

my poor, dear, beautiful,
terrible mother.

Godspeed.

Man, I can't believe Drummond
was using our rodeo
to move drugs.

Boy done turned the horse
into a mule.

And now he's in jail,
turning toilet water into wine.

Well, we all end up
where we belong.

Ain't that right, Pancake?

Hey, girl.

And you held up our deal.

Saved both of our lives.
So, I brought you
a little treat.

Don't go spoiling her.

There's only room
for one diva around here.

-How's she feeling?
-Good, thanks to
her new friend.

And my leg is feeling good too,
thanks for asking.

I know I didn't have to,
because I know you got grit.

Life of a cowgirl.

So, when we gonna
get you up on a horse?

Whoa, whoa, whoa.
Pony steps, Miss Bernadette.
Pony steps.

Now you know you've been
hanging around the rodeo
a little bit too long.

Why don't you
help me up on Pancake?

Okay. Come on, girl.

-We got
a full house tonight, Bernie.
-Mm-hmm.

-You're gonna have to bring it.
-You know how we do.

So long, cowboy.

Okay. Let's go, girl.

...calf-ropin',
barrel-turnin' legend herself,

Miss Bernadette Fleury,
and her horse Pancake.

Go get 'em, ladies.