05x15 - Breaking Down and Building Up

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Ty: Previously on "Heartland":

Custody?

Well, joint custody.

I got a private detective.

My lawyer told me to get one.

How else am I gonna build a custody case?

Why don't we just buy a house?

Are you serious? Buy a house? - Yeah.

Amy: What's Mrs. Bell doing here?

Mr. Hanley: Her family used to own this farm before my dad bought it.

Must be some loved ones buried out there.

Amy: Mr. Hanley?

I'm gonna recommend you on our Heartland website.

Why would you do that for me?

Because you care about horses and that says a lot about a person.

(Truck doors slam shut)

Ty: So when did Mr. Hanley call you?

Last night.

So he took on some more rescue horses?

Apparently.

And what does he want you to do with them?

Well, I think he wants me to take care of them for him.

Ty: For how long? The winter?

Amy: He didn't say. He just said he wanted to talk.

I think he needs my help.

Ty: Doesn't Mr. Hanley always need help with his horses?

Amy: (Whispering) I know he can be a bit of a weird guy, but what can I do?

(Knocking)

Ty: I'm gonna go check the barn.

Okay.

(Knocking)

(Calling)
Mr. Hanley?

Mr. Hanley?

(Knocking)

(Classical music plays inside the house)

Mr. Hanley?

Tim: (Grunts in frustration)

Caleb: Hey, Tim!

You in a hurry or something?

The meter's always runnin'.

Ah, I hear that.

I'm just here to sign some papers.

My divorce is almost final.

Ha! Make sure it's real this time.

Hmm?

The Elvis impersonator; The guy that couldn't legally marry ya?

Make sure it's real this time.

Oh, forget it.

Caleb: It is real.

But, um, at least I can get on with my life, get what my lawyer calls "closure."

Closure?!

Closure's just another name for "you got shafted, buddy, get over it."

See ya.

Yeah. Have a good one.

(Door creaks slowly)

Amy: Mr. Hanley?

Mr. Hanley?

Ty?

(Clanking sound)

Ty: (Shouts) Boo! Amy: (Shrieks)

Don't do that to me!

(Chuckles)
I'm sorry.

This place gives me the creeps!

What? You still think it's haunted?

(Sighs) Maybe.

Really?

You remember that night we spent here, where you thought there was a ghost lurking in the shadows?

Mm-hm. that was awesome.

Yeah, awesome is probably not a word I would use.

Come on, let's go see if Mr. Hanley's out back.

Ty: Okay.

Ty: (Shouts)
Amy: Don't do that!

Amy: Hey, guys.

(Horses nicker)

Hey.

Where's Mr. Hanley, huh?

(Horse whinnies)

Ty: Well, they got plenty of hay and water.

Amy: (Sighs)

It's weird. He knew I was coming.

I don't know why he wouldn't be here.

(Nearby, a dog barks then howls mournfully)

(Dog barks repeatedly, crow caws)

Ty?

Just stay here, okay, Amy?

Stay here.

(Dog howls mournfully)

(Dog barks repeatedly)

♪
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♪ And at the break of day ♪
♪ you sank into your dream, ♪
♪ you dreamer. ♪
♪ Oh, oh, oh... ♪
♪ You dreamer, ♪
♪ you dreamer. ♪

(Water runs, dishes clank)

Peter: What?

Honey, I could use a hand.

The baby's gonna be up from her nap at any minute, Grandpa's gonna come home, and I just really don't want him to see this mess.

He's been in a real mood lately.

I just have to finish this report.

I'll be able to help you in one minute, okay?

I promise.
(Door bangs shut)

Hi, Grandpa!

Hi to you too.

Lou: Um, I promise we're gonna clean this up and get it sorted out. (Stroller clanks)

Can I get you a coffee?

Oh, um...

All this real estate stuff we can cheerfully throw in the garbage.

Peter and I have looked at so many places in the past few weeks.

We haven't seen anything we've liked.

(Chuckles)

Lou: What?

No, no, you just- you mean you haven't seen anything you've liked.

Uh, no, you haven't liked anything either.

I'm a lot easier to please than you are.

It has nothing to do with being easy to please.

It's just really hard to find the perfect house.

Yeah, perfect being the operative word in that sentence, you see?

Okay, it doesn't have to be perfect, but everything we look at is the same.

They're like these totally boring cookie-cutter houses and I just-

I want something with some character, you know?

Good bones.

Believe me, I cannot wait till we have a place of our own.

(Katie cries loudly)

Agh!

(Sighs heavily)

I got it.

Thank you.

I know, Grandpa, I get it. I'm sorry.

(Katie stops crying)

(Telephone rings)

Hello?

What's that?

I'll be right there.

Lou: Uh, no, no, no, you can't go.

You promised to watch Katie.

We have an appointment with the agent.

Jack: Well, you're gonna have to take Katie with ya.

Amy's got a situation.

(Sighs)

I don't believe it.

I know it's a real shock.

Well, maybe if I'd just come over last night...

No, you couldn't have known.

...When he called, he'd still be here.

Amy, you couldn't have done anything.

I put out some more water and hay for the horses.

They'll be good till tomorrow.

No, we're bringing the horses to Heartland.

Now, honey, we don't need any more horses.

Mister Hanley asked me to care for them and I'm going to do that.

It's the least I can do.

We're gonna have to look after more than just horses.

(Dog whimpers)

Amy: (Sighs)

Hey.

(Dog snuffles)

No.

(Dog pants)

(Door opens)

Jack: No, whoa, whoa, whoa.

Amy, this dog cannot come in the house, please.

The place is already bustin' at the seams.

Amy: I just want to feed him.

Jack: Well, he doesn't look underfed.

Amy: Grandpa. Jack: Well, look at him.

Hey, shh! Wait. Wait'll you guys hear this.

Wait'll you hear this.

I had a meeting with my stellar lawyer this morning.

Tells me that even if I had of won the Cowboy Association presidency I still wouldn't gain custody.

It wouldn't help my case at all.

Jack: Why is that?

Because apparently I have to have a stable home life -

a stable home life! - in order to gain custody.

What is he talkin' about?!

What is he talkin' about?!

I have a stable home life.

I mean, I am payin' this guy for this crap advice!

This is gettin' crazy!

Jack: So just phone Miranda and talk to her.

No, no, that's a non-starter, you see?

He says if I do that she'll see it as a sign of weakness.

Amy, I'm really sorry about Mr. Hanley.

I'm really sorry that you were the one that...

It's fine, okay?

Hey, uh...

Do you think maybe I could borrow your red truck and trailer to go pick up his horses?

Actually, you know what? If we rode over there and then herded the horses back through the field that might be easiser.

I would need help though.

I'm in.

I can give you a hand with that.

Okay. Dad?

Oh, well, honey, I've got legal homework to do...

Dad, I don't want to put this off.

I'm sorry.

You're just gonna have to find another way around it.

Any other time.

I'm just asking you for a couple of hours!

(Phone rings)

I gotta... It's Janice.

Janice! Yeah. Hi.

No, I'm-
I'm very busy right now.

I'll call you back, okay?

(Door bangs shut)

Amy: You know what? I'm serious.

He's doing everything he can to completely screw things up with Shane.

He's totally obsessed. It's all he can think about!

Just relax.

No! You know what, he's driving me crazy!

The horses will be fine overnight, 'kay?

We'll go out there tomorrow.

We don't have to do it with Tim or Jack, okay?

We'll do it by ourselves. Okay?

Okay.

Sound like a plan?

Yeah.

(Groans loudly, starts panting)

Mrs. Bell: Well, that's very sad news.

Poor man.

Mr. Hanley loved that farm.

He might not have taken the very best care of it, but...

You grew up there, didn't you, Mrs. Bell?

I was born there.

I lived in that house till I was sixteen.

And you fell in love there, right?

With the ranch-hand Thomas, until the... fire.

I'm sorry, I- don't worry.

It's fine to talk about dear Thomas.

It all happened a very long time ago.

But I hope whoever buys the farm will take care of that little cemetery.

So many memories are there.

You know, it's funny, my mother had a theory.

She vowed that good news was always followed by bad news.

Huh. Uplifting.

Why? Did you get some good news?

Wait'll you hear this!

You know the accident that I had at my sister's place in Florida?

You tripped over a garden gnome?

Little devil broke my hip.

Well...

I've had a bit of a windfall.

My sister's insurance company has been very generous.

(Laughs excitedly)

(Dog whines)

Amy: What?

What are you looking at?

(Chuckling)
Hey?

Well, what are we gonna call you?

What did Mr. Hanley call ya?

You need a name?

How about Lobo?

It's from the Latin word "lupus" meaning wolf, and he looks more like a wolf than a dog to me.

You know Latin.

Well, not so much.

I rode a bronc named Lobo once.

Won a buckle on him.

Lobo.

Anyway, the owner told me about the story behind his name.

Come here.

Lobo it is.
(Chuckles happily)

Lou: So we saw a house today that was pretty good.

Amy: Yeah?

Peter: Mmm.

Really good, actually.

Lou: Yeah, in fact, you'll be happy to know that we've put in an offer.

(Snorts)
Way to go.

You finally stepped up to the plate, did you, general?

So with any luck you'll be rid of us.

You don't need to hurry up and find a house for my benefit.

You know you can stay here as long as you like.

Well, it's nice of you to say, but we've definitely outstayed our welcome.

(Chuckles)
You think?

Amy: Dad! Peter: Okay!

How about you and I just step outside and have a chat?

You want to do that?

No, no, he's obviously got something to say, so why don't we go outside and you can tell me what it is, 'cause I'm getting pretty sick of the attitude to be honest with you.

Lou: Peter. Tim: Come on.

I...

It's all right.

It's okay.

Sorry, Jack.

Mr. Sensitive can't take a joke.

Wow!

Amy: Seriously? (Fork clatters)

Lou: Guys, you know what?

Amy's upset enough about Mr. Hanley without you two going at it.

(Phone buzzes)

(Phone beeps)

(Sighs)

It's the real estate agent.

Um... We didn't get it.

There's another offer on the place and, uh, the seller wants more money.

They think we should up our offer.

Excuse me.

(Dog barks and howls mournfully)

Lou: No, I don't think we should.

Peter: Well, I'm sorry, but I do.

Honey putting in a higher offer is just gonna start a bidding w*r, you know.

Why don't we just keep looking?

The place wasn't that great anyway.

It wasn't that great?

The house wasn't great, but it was great when we put an offer in on it, right?

But now it's not. Honestly, Lou, you're making me crazy.

How am I making you crazy?

'Cause you're looking for this impossible dream house, honey.

(Angry grunt)
That is not true!

(Door shuts) Peter: Yes, it is!

There's no house that's good enough and, honestly, i've just about had it!

Lou: What do you mean you've just about had it?

What is that supposed to mean?

Peter: I know Jack is saying that we can stay here as long as we want, but we both know that underneath it all he wants us out, honey, and I don't blame him to be honest!

And I'm tired of getting that look-

Grandpa is not giving you any look.

That is in your imagination.

Peter: Yes, he is. You know what?

It's the look that says, "Peter, you're a grown man.

Put a roof over your family's head."

You are being overly sensitive.

Wow, my God, you sound like your dad.

I did not call you Mr. Sensitive.

I'm not sensitive. You know what I am?

I'm worn out, honey, because they're right, and I know that they're right.

How do you think that makes me feel?

Okay, if we put in a higher offer on this house, do we even have a chance of getting it?

(Exasperated sigh)

We won't if we don't.

Well, then let's put in a higher offer.

You said you didn't like the house.

Lou: No, I didn't!

Peter: Yes, you did, you said that.

Lou: Okay, fine! I like the house.

I'm just not in love with it!

(Lobo barks and howls outside)

Lou: You know what? I don't wanna talk about it any more!

Okay. Let's just go to bed. Can we go to bed?

Can we agree on that?

Yes. That's a great idea.

(Lobo grunts quietly)

(Birds chirp and twitter, rooster crows in the distance)

(Katie gurgles)

Lou: (Laughs)

Good morning.

Morning!

Do you need a hand with anything?

No, I'm good.

You can come and hang out with us though.

Can Amy come and hang out with us?

(To Katie)
Good morning.

There you go.

I heard you and Peter arguing last night.

I hope you guys are okay.

I'm sorry. Did we wake you?

Oh, just me and half the population of Hudson.

(Mortified grunt)

Yeah, well, let's just say I knew buying a house would be stressful, but I didn't know it would be this bad.

You know you could always just stay here.

I kind of like having you around.

Well, if things keep going the way they're going, you might just get your wish.

You are going to find the perfect place.

I know it.

(Sighs)
Thanks.

What about you?

Are you okay?

Yeah.

I can't imagine what it must have been like finding Mr. Hanley like that.

It hasn't really sunk in yet.

I'm trying not to think about it.

Well...

Not everybody in Hudson was kind to Mr. Hanley, but you were a good friend to him.

I just hope I can help his horses.

I have a feeling they're in the right hands.

(Truck rumbles)

Amy: You know, I had to sneak Lobo out this morning before Grandpa got up, right?

I had him in the house.

But he's such a good dog!

But-- ugh! Man, does he shed!

You should have seen my bed. It was covered with hair.

He slept in your bed?

But Mr. Hanley asked me to care for his horses and I can't get in; The gate's locked.

Oh. Really.

Okay. No, I understand. Bye.

The bank foreclosed.

They're auctioning everything off, including the horses.

Jack: Lou, doesn't like it when people touch her computer.

Tim: Well, this is important stuff. It's research; Custody cases.

And guess what? More good news.

Jack: Well, I can't wait to hear it.

Tim: Even with all the things I've been doing the court will still not view me as a solid citizen.

And do you wanna know why? It's because of the "M" word.

The "M" word?

Tim: Yup.

Mom.

Mother.

It doesn't matter whether Miranda's a good mother or not.

Ninety per cent of all cases are awarded to the mother.

It's as if a guy can't even be a good caregiver.

Well, your history speaks to that.

You wanna know something else?

It's even worse if you're single.

The highest rate of custody cases are won by men who are remarried.

Where did you come up with that?

My divorce website.

Tim, get rid of the lawyer, get rid of the bad research.

Good old-fashioned communication is what's needed here.

Talk to Shane, you talk to Miranda.

I've been telling you that the whole time, you just won't listen.

I took your advice once, Jack, and guess what?

Miranda has a lawyer too and he's advised her not to talk to me.

So now she's not taking my calls.

It's a mess!

Jack: You made it.

(Door opens)

What's the matter with you?

I just got the final papers. My marriage is officially over.

Well, you're probably better off for it.

And I know I told you that that woman was plenty good for you, but...

As it turns out, you were probably a better man than she was.

Than she was a woman, I mean.

It wasn't Ashley's fault. It just kind of fell apart.

Fine.

Well, marriage isn't a bad thing.

Hell, if I met the right girl I'd marry her tomorrow.

Yeah, well... You're an idiot.

Come on, give yourself a break, kid, you're young.

Just take some time before you jump back into the marriage pit, huh?

I guess.

It's just I liked being married though.

Marriage, it gives a guy roots.

It makes him feel... solid.

You believe that?

Yes, I do.

Well, cowboy up.

Amy: Yeah, but how can they just walk in there and claim those horses - the horses that Mr. Hanley asked me to take care of?

Ty: It's wrong is what it is.

Lou: What about Mr. Hanley's sister?

Amy: Well, she got married and moved out east, and apparently she okayed it.

Jack: Well, that is a shame.

What's gonna happen? Is someone gonna bid on it?

Jack: Oh, yeah, it's all up for grabs.

Peter: Yeah, it probably won't go for much though.

Developer'll snap it up.

You think so?

Mm-hmm. It's prime real estate.

They can divvy it up into a bunch of smaller lots.

Buy cheap, sell big.

I'd think about doing it myself if I had the extra cash, but I have a real house to buy.

(Music plays in the diner)

Mrs. Bell, thank you for meeting me.

Oh, it's fine, dear.

I had to come into town anyway.

You sounded very upset.

I am.

I have crucial information.

The Hanley farm, it's going up for auction, and guess what I just heard from a very reliable source.

A developer's interested.

That's exactly what you were scared of!

They're gonna plow over that little cemetery.

There'll be nothing left of your Thomas!

I shouldn't have said that. I'm sorry.

You have to do something. We have to do something.

I don't think there's anything we can do.

Janice: I gotta say, Tim,

I was kind of surprised when you called.

I feel like you've been avoiding me the past few weeks.

Tim: Oh, no, no. No, I haven't.

Well, I've been busy, but I've been thinking about you a lot, a whole lot.

Yeah?

Yeah.

Oh, it's so beautiful.

Tim: Yeah, special...

And so are you.

You are.

Thank you.

You know, I haven't been the same since I met you.

We've been business partners and we've been partner partners, we've had our ups and downs...

But I think I've come to a realization that...

I'd like to be more than partners.

Wait, what? What do you- what do you mean?

Tim: (Grimaces)
Janice: Are you...?

Tim: No, I got this. I got, no, I...

Janice: What are you-?

Tim: No - agh!

It's all right. That's- that's okay.

I'll just do it-
I'll do it standing up, 'cause I'm gonna say the same thing anyway.

(Deep inhale)

Janice Wayne, will you...

Marry me?

It fits.

So, what do you say?

(Surprised exhale)

I um... I...

I say no.

What?!

No! No! You... why?

Tim, I think it would change us.

I'm not sure that I want that.

No, no, no, no, it would not change us, no.

Yes, Tim, it would.

You are right in the middle of this whole custody battle.

I just...

I would rather wait until that's all settled, you know?

Well, that'll be- it'll... that...

(Exhales)

It was so, so sweet.

Thank you.

Thank you.

(Birds chirp)

Tim: So, you know, if I was married, like settled down, that would make a difference in my case, right?

What do you mean?

R-right.

It would look like a marriage of convenience.

Yeah, right. Why would I do that?

No, I'm not planning on getting married to further my case.

Oh! Who would do it, right? Thanks. Thank you. Bye.

Hey, did I just dodge a b*llet.

Somebody up there is looking after me.

Mallory: Can you believe this? It's so sad.

This used to be Mrs. Bell's home.

This is where she grew up, where she fell in love.

Her lover gave her butterflies in jars!

What? Why did he do that?

Butterflies can't breathe in a jar.

There's not enough air in there for them.

That is beside the point.

This also used to be Mr. Hanley's house, which is sad enough in itself.

Who are those guys?

(Men converse quietly)

Ty: They're livestock buyers.

You mean k*ll buyers.

No, there is no way I'm letting Mr. Hanley's horses go to a slaughterhouse.

They want how much more?

Okay. No, that's- yeah, that's totally doable.

And they want to keep the chandelier that's in the front room, right?

Yeah, no worries there. My wife hated it.

Okay, no, this is great news.

Yeah, um, I can't sign it back right away, 'cause my wife's out, but I'll call her.

Yeah, thanks.

I'm just returning this computer.

Great. I think we might have a house!

About time.

Hey! Hi. Hey! Hi.

Janice: Hey! Uh, can we talk?

Yeah, sure. Yeah.

(Door slams shut)

(Sighs happily)

Tim: So... W-what did you wanna talk to me about?

Janice: Well... (Clears throat)

I've been thinking and I've changed my mind.

Changed your mind?

Yeah.

I would like to take you up on your offer, that is if it's still out there.

Uh, what are you saying?

What do you mean what am I saying?

I'm saying yes, Tim.

Yes, I will marry you.

(Nervous exhale) But the custody thing and waiting...

You know what? That's not important.

We'll fight it together.

I want to be your wife.

(Nervous exhale)

What's the matter?

Nothing.

Well, say something.

Tim: (Stunned laugh)

Janice: (Laughs happily)

Lou: So we signed it back...

I didn't offer quite as much as we should have, but...

It was the right thing to do.

So, hopefully, with any luck, tomorrow, we'll be proud homeowners.

Well, let's hope it works out for you.

Janice: All right, here comes another race horse down the race track!

Oh, it's so num, num, num, num, num.

It's so good.

(Whispers)
Ah, is that so good?

Tim: (Chuckles)

Janice: (Exhales) I love babies.

It's so good.

Oh, ju, ju-be, ju.

So, um, I've made a decision.

I'm gonna bid on those horses tomorrow at the auction.

I know Mr. Hanley wouldn't have wanted them to go to a k*ll buyer, so I hope that's okay.

I guess so.

Just don't pay too much for them.

Amy: Well, I am gonna outbid those other guys.

Jack: Not if the price goes sky high you're not.

Lou: It's just important to know when to quit.

Amy: Yeah, I know, I know.

Janice: Okay, before you guys put on the boxing gloves, I would love for everybody to raise a glass.

(Clears throat)

This is kind of exciting.

(Clears throat)

Tim has asked me to marry him.

(Katie gurgles)

And... I...

She said...

Well, at first I said no and I gave him back the ring and then I...

Said...

Both: Yes!

Janice: (Laughs happily)

Yay.

Tim: (Chuckles)

So we're engaged.

Big news.

Cheers.

(Overlapping "hmms", glasses clink)

Peter: Congratulations.

Janice: Thank you.

(Glasses clink)

She's so beautiful, Lou. She really is.

Thanks. Yeah, we think so.

So... engaged.

Yeah.

Wow, this whole thing has just been so out there.

I must admit I had a pretty sleepless night after your dad proposed.

I was tossing and turning like crazy.

I just...

I never really thought I was the marrying kind, you know?

Yeah.

But for Tim to make such a huge step, and he was so romantic about it, how could I say no?

How could you?

I just want you to know that you played a really big part in my decision.

Lou: Me? Why?

I mean, uh, how?

I don't know, I just see how happy you are in your marriage.

Now you have this amazing little baby girl.

Made me change my mind, see things differently.

Are you out of your mind? What were you thinking?

On top of everything else you're dealing with, you ask Janice to marry ya?

What?!

What? We've been seeing each other for a while now.

We get along great.

Why wouldn't I ask her to marry me?

Do I have to have a reason?

Please tell me I'm wrong about this.

You're trying to manufacture the stable home life you've been going on-

No! No!

Not... (Sighs)

I'm wrestling with it.

I might have made a mistake.

You know how you feel when you are absolutely sure that you made the right decision?

That's how I feel.

Honestly, I couldn't be happier.

Great. That's-that's great.

It means a whole new life for me.

A whole new life for us, right?

Jack: Well, those horses look like they're in pretty good shape.

Ty: Yeah, I checked them out. They're sound.

How much do you think for the lot?

Jack: I wouldn't go any higher than a couple hundred bucks a head.

Well, you got all registered, did you?

Yup.

Now, remember, you've got a limit.

One thousand dollars for the lot.

Grandpa.

One thousand dollars.

Lou: Hey, guys.

Whoa! Talk about fixer-upper.

Amy: What are you doing here? Did the offer come back?

Nope, and they are taking forever.

I couldn't stand just waiting around for the phone call.

So anything good in there?

Well, I haven't really looked yet.

Okay, well, good luck with the horses, but remember what I said, do not- get carried away. I know. Just relax!

I am relaxed. I am totally relaxed.

Amy: (Chuckles)

(Grounds buzz with chatter)

Auctioneer: Alrighty, gather around, ladies and gentlemen, and have a look at what we've got here.

We are gonna sell five horses from the Hanley estate.

Ready to go here.

And we are gonna sell them on a buyer's choice, buyer's privilege basis.

High bidder will have the right to take one horse or as many as he likes.

And where would we like to start the auction, folks?

One thousand dollars, let's go.

All right, here we go now...

(Quietly)
He's out of his mind.

I'll have a ten hundred there, let me hear 10, 10, 10.

Well, $900 can go now.

There, got $800 there, that about equals $700.

Six hundred, five hundred on him!

Surely not, folks. A fine set of horses here.

Five hundred dollars, your choice.

Five hundred. I'm at $500 here.

Now, 5, 4, 3. I'm dead 300.

Come on, folks, $300 on 'em.

How about $150?

One and a half! Thank you! $75?

Hundred-fifty is all, now standing by $75.

Now $200 here, I'm at two and a quarter.

I'm at $225. Now two is all...

I'll pay the extra.

Auctioneer: At two and quarter and half.

Now $300! Three is all!

Now a quarter, quarter, quarter, let me see the quarter on 'Em.

Let me see the quarter. Now half!

I see the half, now $75!

About a half is all seventy-five and a four...
$400 on 'em.

Let's see $75 now.

Bidder: Fifteen hundred for the lot!

Auctioneer: Okay, folks, we have gotten the five horses tied together.

We'll sell 'em as one lot.

We're bid $1500 on 'em. Let's have sixteen.

Anybody else?

Going once...

Goin twice...

Seventeen hundred!

Bidder: Nineteen hundred!

Two thousand for the lot!

Auctioneer: We're bid $2000 for the lot, for all five.

Bid two thousand. Twenty-one?

Going once...

Going twice...

And I sold the horses - $2000 - to the one sir with a good eye.

Amy: Thank you.

Auctioneer: And what's your number, sir?

(Happy laugh)

Thank you, Grandpa.

Jack: Don't mention it.

Amy: You went way over budget, though.

I mean, you doubled it.

Jack: Yeah, I know.

Ty: Good one, Jack.

Jack: Yeah, like I said, don't mention it.

Lou: Amy!

Can you imagine how gorgeous this place used to be?

God, it just has so much character, you know?

Good bones!

I mean, you'd have to repaint the whole thing, obviously, and put in window boxes, fill them with flowers.

Oh, there's even a tire swing on an old apple tree out back.

Somebody could really bring this place to life.

What are you saying, Lou?

I said somebody, not me.

Then what's the card for?

I don't know.

I might bid on a couple of things later.

Mallory: You came.

And you registered.

Mrs. Bell: Just in case there's a memento I might want to bid on, but it's difficult to see this.

I know things are bound to change, especially if what you say about the developer is true.

Oh, it's true. He's here.

You can't miss him.

Well, I can't hold on to the past and I'm much too old to take on a farm.

You'd have help though! We would all help you!

And remember you got your windfall!

You can't let this horrible developer build monster homes with above-ground pools and little square backyards!

I'm afraid it's just not the right time in my life for it.

I wish it was.

Auctioneer: Alrighty, ladies and gentlemen...

They've started.

Auctioneer: It's been a long day, but I'm sure this is what we've been waiting for.

Auctioneer: All right, folks, we're bid $200,000 on the acreage, the house, and all the out-buildings.

Who'll give me $205?

$200,000 is all, now $205.

I'm at 5, now 10.

I'm at $205,000 all.

Now 10, 10, 10, 10, let me see 10, let me see 10,

I'm at 10.

Uh, $215, now 20, now 25.

I'm at 20 there, now let me hear 25.

I'm at 20, let me hear $225!

I hear $225, now 30!

I'm at $225 there, now I'm at 30, now 30, now 30, i'm at 30, now 35.

I'm at $235, now 35.

Come on, folks, let's have a look here.

We've got a wonderful acreage here, lots of potential.

$230,000 is all!
$235!

Lou! What are you doin'?

Don't worry.

Auctioneer: I'm $235, now 40, now 45.

I'm at $240 there, now 45.

I'm at 45, now 50, now 50, now 55, uh, 55, now 60, i'm at 60, now 65.

I'm at $260 there, now 65, now 65, now 70!

Mallory: You've got to bid.

Mrs. Bell: Oh, no, dear.

Mallory: You have to!

You see that guy over there, the one that's leading in the bidding?

That's the developer.

He's very serious. You need to bid.

Auctioneer: I'm at $405, now 10.

Lou, stop!

Auctioneer: Now 10! Go ahead! It's only money!

Now $405, i'm at $405...

Please, Mrs. Bell, do it for Thomas.

Auctioneer: I'm at $405, now 10!

I'm 5, now 10, now 15 there, now I'm at $415, now 15.

We're talking acreage here!

Uh, $415, now 20.

I'm bid $415,000 is all.

Come on, Lou!
(Cell phone rings)

You guys, I got this, okay?

Hi, Peter, what is it? I'm uh...

I'm kind of in the middle of something.

Lou, honey, hey, good news!

Our offer has been accepted.

All we have to do is sign the papers.

Auctioneer: Okay, bid $420...

I can't- I can't hear you. Where are you?

Um...

I'm at the Hanley auction.

Oh, Peter, this house is so great!

Four-thirty-five!

At the-? Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

Lou, what are you doing? Are you bidding?!

Are you bidding right now?! Are you crazy?!

Over here.

Uh $445,000 is all.

Now $450, now 55.

Peter: Lou, Lou, Lou, stop! Stop! Stop!

Our offer was accepted! We have a house!

No, no, no. Peter, listen to me.

Auauctioneer: 60 on it. I'm at $45000, now 60, now 65.

You missed your turn!

Damn it!

Peter: Lou! Lou!

Are you still bidding? I need you to talk to me now, 'cause it sounded like you were bidding just now!

Honey, just one second.

Peter: Listen to me! The place is a mess!

It'll cost us a fortune to fix it up!

It's falling down! We need to discuss this!

I know, I know, I'm sorry, but it's perfect.

It has good bones!

I'm at $475, now we need $475, go ahead, ma'am. $480.

I'm at $480, now 85, now 85 there.

Now $485, 90!

Peter: Lou!

This other guy is going to get it.

I can't let him get it!

Are you crazy?! Lou!

Please, Peter, I want this house.

It's perfect. We can fix it up.

Fix it up? Fix it up?! It's a tear-down!

Walk away, Lou, honey...

(Katie cries) Okay, you know what? Katie's...

Lou, I'm not asking you now, I'm telling you, honey, okay?

I'm telling you walk away.

Stop now, okay?

You can't tell me what to do.

Peter: Lou, Lou, stop!

Oh, sorry! Oh, sorry, sorry.

And now 95, and now 95, now $500,000 is all.

Peter: Lou!

(Katie cries) Our offer has been accepted on the other house, okay?

Do you understand?

Yeah, but, but, Peter, this one could be so much better!

Yes, it will take some work, a lot of work, but, but you could do it! We can do it!

Auctioneer: Yes, ma'am, I've got your bid.

Peter: Lou, stop!

Auctioneer: Anybody else? $495.

Lou: Please, Peter.

This is the first house I have really loved.

I don't know why exactly, but I do.

And I can see us here. I really, really can.

Auctioneer: Going twice... and sold!

What?!

Ma'am, you bought it!
$495,000.

Buyer number 137. A good eye to you!

Mrs. Bell: (Laughs excitedly)

Mrs. Bell?!

Hey, what'd I miss?

You gotta be kidding me.

(Sighs)

Janice: So I've been thiking about that.

I think I might want to quit jockeying.

Tim: Why?

Janice: I feel like I might want to settle down.

Tim: Settle down?

Why would you want to settle down?

I don't know, Tim, to have kids.

(Chuckles) Kids.

Yeah, I want... I want a baby.

No, no, I got enough kids. No kids.

Come on, Tim, hear me out.

Tim: No, seriously.

I'm still trying to get custody of a kid.

No more kids.

You know, now that I'm a stable, married, grounded guy, I'm gonna have Shane half the year anyway.

You can mother him all you want.

A stable, married, grounded guy?

Yeah. What?

I don't know, that kinda sounds like something your lawyer would say.

Yeah.

No, no, no, listen.

No, my lawyer told me not to get married to win a custody battle.

He advised against it because it would look convenient so-

So you did talk to your lawyer about the pros and cons of marriage.

This is a lawyer thing.

Yes.

No! No! No!

Wow.

No, no!

No, listen, uh...

How stupid of me.

I thought you wanted to marry me because you loved me, not because you were trying to win some custody battle!

I do.

(Hard slap, Tim groans in pain)

Tim: Janice, it's not like that!

It's not like that!

(Water runs)

(Door shuts)

Real estate agent called.

We missed the deadline to sign back the offer for the house and someone else put one in so, uh, it got accepted.

The house is gone, just so you know.

I'm sorry.

I just I can't believe you wouldn't think that you should discuss something like that with me first.

I said I'm sorry, okay?

I just got carried away.

But, honey, I loved that house.

I really, really did.

And I can't believe Mrs. Bell just snatched it out from under me like that.

I mean, what does she need another house for?

She's not the one raising a family.

She's not the one who needs a home.

Peter: Honey, it wouldn't have worked, trust me.

It's so much harder than building from scratch.

No! No! I disagree!

You never saw what the dude ranch looked like - those shacks - before I rebuilt.

I did that from nothing and look at it now.

I mean, I could envision what it could be like, I could see it, and that's how I felt about the Hanley place.

I could see what it would be like once you and I fixed it up and lived in it and...

There's even an old tire swing on the tree out back.

You know, Katie would have loved that thing.

(Tearful)
It was perfect.

Come here.

(Door creaks open)

Mrs. Bell: I am so sorry, Lou.

I'm sorry too, but I'm the one who talked Mrs. Bell into it.

Mrs. Bell: Believe me, I had no idea you were bidding on the farm.

I didn't see you.

I was so intent on bidding against that horrible developer man -

I didn't want him to get it -

I guess I got carried away.

I hope you understand.

I'm fine. It's fine.

No, it isn't.

I didn't know how much the farm meant to you.

This is how it looked when I was growing up.

Oh...

It's beautiful.

See?

Peter: Yeah.

Mrs. Bell: Yes, it is.

And it can look that way again and you young people have the energy to do it.

What?

I've made a decision.

I want you and Peter to live there.

Peter: (Chuckles nervously)

No, Mrs. Bell, you won the bid.

Yes, I did, and I had a little windfall money to do it, but I can't take care of a place like that.

I can barely take care of my own tiny house.

So I want to sell it to you and Peter for what I paid.

It'll be all business-like and we'll work out a series of payments that you can afford.

What do you say?

Really? Mrs. Bell, are you sure?

I'm very sure.

I love the idea of you and Peter raising a family in the home where I grew up, and I think Mr. Hanley would like it too.

(Sighs)

Is this what you want?

Yes.

All right.

(Exhales happily)

Lou: Mmm! Thank you!

Mmm! (Kiss)

Thank you!

Come here.

You just have to promise not to mess with the cemetery.

Deal.

Okay.

Jack: (Whistling) Move up there, horse! Move up there!

Amy: (Whistles) Hup!

Jack: Get up!

Ty: (Whistling)
Yup! Get up there!

Amy: Come on, Lobo! (Whistles)

(Horse whinnies, Lobo barks)

Jack: Well, that's not such a bad dog after all, Amy.

Do you think maybe he could come in the house just once in a while?

He spends every night in your room, doesn't he?

Ty: Yup! Come on!

(Amy laughs)

(Horses whinny)

(Horse whinnies)

(Hooves thunder)

(Horse whinnies)

(Horse whinnies)

Caleb: What's up?

Tim: Nothin'.

What's up with you?

You okay?

Yeah. Are you okay?

I'll see you later.

(Horses grunt and snort)

(Tim blows out his breath)