03x11 - Catch and Release

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Amy: Previously on "Heartland":

Ty: Scott!

(Yelling)

Hello!

We have a map, we know what area it is!

Please!

(Helicopter whirs)

(Yelling)

Hey! We're down here!

Scott: Remember the horse?

How I got that arrow out of his neck?

That's what you have to do.

Ty: Scott!

Wake up! Come on, man, wake up!

(Low growling)

Ty?!

Ty: I thought I was gonna die.

And then there was this wolf...

He just stayed there and watched us all night.

(Wolves howling)

(Ty panting)

(Low fierce growling)

(Gasps)

(Crickets chirp outside)

(Sighs heavily)

Sorry, did I wake you up?

I've heard you up almost every night this week.

Is everything okay?

Yeah, fine. I was just thirsty.

Good night.

Jack: Listen, Ty.

I'm heading off for the weekend, gonna try and get a little fishing in before the end of the season.

You should come along.

Uh... I don't know, I-

You look like a man who could use a change of scenery.

Well, just think about it.

Oh, and uh, Scott called last night, again.

He's askin' how you're doing.

(Door creaks closed)

(Birds twitter)

(Sighs)
Is this top speed?

Huh?

Can you maybe pick up the pace a little bit?!

Amy: Oh, what?! I'm sorry, am I boring you?

Maybe you should put another quarter in him, like one of those plastic ponies at the mall.

(Laughs)
No kidding!

His owners bought him at an auction to use as a trail horse, but Neon's not too interested in being ridden.

You think you have a couple minutes to give me a hand?

Uh, sorry, I've got a phone meeting with my student advisor right now, but maybe later?

So you've, uh...

You've made a decision about university?

Well, I've missed the first few classes, but, you know, my plans haven't changed.

That's good.

I'm sure you'll have no problem catching up.

(Neon snorts)

Amy: There you go, Neon. Good boy.

(Stall door clicks shut)

Ty?

(Chuckles)
Ty.

(Gasps and grunts)

(Panting)

Amy, I...

I-I thought, uh...

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

You know, ever since the plane crash, you've been saying you're fine.

I am fine.

Amy: Ty, what happened in there, is-is not fine!

You just scared me, Amy, that's all.

Grandpa says you haven't been sleeping at night.

He's worried about you, Ty, and so am I.

Worried about what?

You guys are making a big deal out of nothing.

I haven't been sleeping because I'm worried about school.

Okay? That's all.

Okay...

Land and country magazine.

They've got a worldwide readership in the millions, and they've done features on all the big name properties: Banff Springs, Monticello, Sissinghurst.

Sissinghurst? Wow...

Mock all you want, Dad, but one of the editors stayed at the dude ranch last weekend and completely fell in love with the place, and now they wanna do a feature on us for the winter issue.

You're kidding.

Yep!

The photographer'll be here Sunday.

Sunday? That only gives us a few days to clean up the dude ranch!

Dad, why don't you let me handle it, okay?

PR is more my department.

Oh! We should get a photo of Jack!

He's our very own ancient relic of the West!

That's a good one, Tim, but in a few hours I'm gonna be dropping this little caddis into my favourite stretch of river, so nothing you can say is gonna ruin my day.

Hey, Dad, why don't you go with Grandpa?

Jack: Now, Lou, I don't want-

No! I-it's almost the end of the season, next month you're gonna be busy weaning calves, so, it's pretty much now or never.

Well, what about the photo sh**t?

Don't you need me?

I got it, don't worry.

What do you say, Jack? Huh?

Drop a couple lines, just like old times?

(Sighs)

Peter: Hey, Jack.

Peter.

You know, I'm glad I ran into you 'cause, uh...

There's something I've been meaning to talk to you about.

Um... do you have time to grab a coffee or something?

Uh, maybe another time.

I'm heading off fishing, and I've got a lot of running around to do.

Fly fisherman, huh?

Yeah.

Yeah, me too.

You know, I've been...

Meaning to get out on the bow or the Highwood for a while now.

Uh huh.

I've got the whole weekend off, too.

Where are you headed?

Sweep porches, distribute pumpkins, Lou, I don't have time for this.

I have a barn full of horses!

Fine. Give your list to Mallory.

Sorry, I can't.

I'm spending the weekend at my friend Jamie's house.

It's all you, cowboy.

How am I supposed to get all of this done on my own?

Relax.

Peter's gonna be here this weekend and he promised to give me a hand.

Caleb: Yeah, right.

You're doing what?!

Honey, fishing season's almost over.

It's now or never.

Yeah, but this was supposed to be our weekend together!

Hey, you are the one who said I should get to know your dad and grandfather better, right?

Fine.

Just don't bring home a big stinky trout and expect me to gut it!

Okay.

Thanks, I knew you'd understand.

Hey, listen, one more thing...

If you don't mind, can you take this guy for the weekend, please?

I tried to take him camping once before and it was a total disaster.

Lou: Sure. Max.

Great.

Peter: Awesome!

You're the best!

Peter: See ya! Lou: Bye!

Tim: So Stumpy told me about this sweet spot on the Highwood.

Says it's the best late season fishing in the country.

Well, I'm all set.

(Chuckles)

You oil guys, huh?

Got all the stuff.

Have to have the most expensive rod.

Except you can't cast with 'em worth a dime!

Peter: You know, back in university,

I used to work in the summers as a fishing guide.

Noticed the exact same thing.

Well, Jack wouldn't take no for an answer, so...

I'll be back Sunday.

Ty?

Just be careful, okay?

(Sighs)

(Horn honking)

Get a move on, Ty!

You better go. All right?

I'll see you when you get back.

Okay.

Ty: All right, i'm coming!

Tim: Come on! Put your stuff in the back.

We're finally ready to go!

So you girls have a good weekend.

Grandpa, no fighting with Dad, okay?

I don't want Peter to know how dysfunctional this family really is.

Mallory: Don't you think he's figured it out by now?

Jack: See ya!

Amy: Catch a big one for us, Grandpa.

Lou: Bye, Peter! Peter: See ya, Lou!

(Max whimpers)

My mom says a fishing pole's a long stick with a hook on one end and a fool on the other.

(Amy and Lou chuckle)

(Trucks rumble away)

Ashley: Hey!

Is it quitting time yet?

Lou's got me working a double shift.

Ashley: Oh, that's too bad.

Because I've got the whole night off.

Well, I've always got time for a quick break.

Caleb, I don't wanna be your quick anything.

If you and I are gonna make this work, I want you to take me out on a date.

So like dinner and a movie?

I'm hoping you can be a little more creative than that!

(Laughs)

Give me a call when, um, you have the night off.

Hey, Ash.

What's your favourite flower?

Well, if we're gonna do this whole dating thing, I figure I should probably do it right.

Surprise me.

(Trucks rumble to a stop)

(Doors slam)

Jack: You better know where you're going, it's getting late!

Tim: Stumpy says it's about an hour hike from here.

It would have been nice to know that.

I'm not exactly ready to trek into the back country here.

I knew I never should have let you pick the spot!

Where's your sense of spirit, Jack?

I left it at home, along with my good sense!

Well, you'll be thankin' me when we're reelin' 'em in.

Jack: Yeah, we damn well better be!

Just get your little yellow cooler, and let's go, buddy.

Grab that shotgun.

You planning on sh**ting the fish there, Jack?

This happens to be prime grizzly country.

You comin'?

Yeah.

Lou: You're cute, Max.

But how am I gonna get anything done with you underfoot?

If you want, I can look after him.

I don't have any plans tonight.

You know what?

Max is gonna be just fine tonight.

Me and you are going for dinner.

If the boys can have a weekend away, we deserve a girls night out.

Girls night out?

I'm in.

Aren't you supposed to be at a friend's house?

Lou: Yeah... Mallory: Change of plans.

Jamie had a family thing, so I'm all yours.

Well, great.

So where do you girls feel like eating?

Maggie's, Maggie's, or Maggie's?

Um... Maggie's?

(Laughs)

(Flys buzz, birds chirp)

(Insects drone)

Jack: This'll do. We'll camp here.

And let's move fast, 'cause we're losing daylight.

I'll grab some firewood.

Ty: I'll set up the tarp.

Now, listen, Tim, I uh...

I promised Lou that I'd make an effort to get along with you this weekend, and the only way that's gonna happen is if we have separate quarters.

So...

So?

So, I bunk with Ty, and-

No, I am not sleeping in a tent with PW.

Not a chance!

I barely know the guy, and from what I do know of him, I don't like him.

(Scoffs) Maybe this is your opportunity No! to get to know him better!

Ain't gonna happen, Jack. Then you can sleep outside!

I will!

Fine.

Fine.

Oh, look. The special is trout.

Peter could've saved himself the trip.

(Amy and Mallory laugh)

I'm just getting the waffle deluxe; That's what Ty and I always get.

Okay, ladies, seriously, if we're gonna have a girls night out, there needs to be rules like no talking about boys.

Do you really think they're in the forest talking about you?

No, they're probably too busy comparing the size of their fishing rods.

Okay, I've got another rule.

We order whatever we want, and no salads allowed!

First rule of "girls night out" is, you do not talk about "girls night out"!

(All laugh)

(Girls chattering)

Mallory, what's wrong?

I can't believe it, I got ditched.

What?

That's Jamie over there with those girls from school.

She said she had a family thing.

Don't look!

I don't want them to see me.

Well, you can't hide behind your menu all night, Mallory.

Don't worry, I know how to deal with little witches like that.

(Big fake laugh)

Oh! Oh my God, Mallory, you are so funny!

You have to laugh, too, make them think we're having a good time.

(Lou and Amy laugh louy)

I gotta get out of here.

Ugh!
(Spitting)

(Grunting and groaning)

(Tent zipper buzzes open)

Hey, Tim, you know, you change your mind, like, seriously, I got lots of room in here.

I'm fine.

Peter: Are you sure?

'Cause, you know, you look a little uncomfortable there.

Tim: I said I'm fine!

All right. Good night.

(Tent zips closed)

(Fire crackles)

(Low, menacing growl)

Ty: Aaagh!

(Threaning growl)

(Gasps)

Easy, now. Time to get up.

Okay.

I'll be out in a second.

Well, don't take too long.

These fish aren't gonna be rising all day.

All right, I'm here.

What did you wanna tell me?

I really did have a family thi last night.

But it got cancelled.

And then Rachel called and said she wanted to hang out.

I mean, can you believe it?

That's great, Jamie. I'm happy for you.

Well, maybe Rachel will call you too.

I'm not gonna hold my breath.

Mallory, d-don't be mad.

We're in high school now.

Things are just different, you know?

I'm really sorry.

Me too.

Hey, your casting's coming along.

Just remember your timing.

Let the line load.

That's good.

Well, maybe I'll actually catch something.

Jack: Well, you know, fly fishing isn't really about catching fish.

It's about taking a little time, putting things into perspective.

Fishing also about talking?

Only if you want it to be.

Ty: In that case, I'd rather just fish.

Peter: Morning, Jack.

Jack: Well, look who decided to get out of bed!

Tim: Oh, you always gotta be first in the water, don't ya, Jack?

Jack: You're damn right!

Been here more than an hour, i've tried three different patterns, not even a nibble!

You sure there's fish in this river?

Well, Stumpy swore on his good leg that it was teeming with rainbow.

Hey, I borrowed your coffee cup, thanks.

Mallory: Why can't Neon go any faster?

Amy: Well, he can, he just won't.

It doesn't make any sense to me.

I mean, he's a perfectly healthy horse, and as far as I can tell, he's intelligent.

He's just not living up to his potential.

Neon's a slacker.

I guess you're right.

You know, Mallory, you don't have to stay here.

I know Lou isn't paying you this weekend.

It's okay.

It's not like I have anything better to do anyway.

You know, on account of being ditched by my so called friend.

Yeah, that kinda sucked.

Yeah, well, the rules are different in high school.

Those girls Jamie was with, they're popular.

Everyone wants to hang out with them.

If I were Jamie, I would've ditched me, too.

You know, it's survival of the fittest.

(Cow moos, Neon snorts repeatedly)

Wow...

What's going on, Neon?

(Neon whinnies)

I've never seen Neon so excited!

Amy: Whoa!

Yeah, he loves cows!

(Laughs) Awesome!

This guy's a cuttin' horse.

(Laughs)

Come on!
(Clucks tongue)

Peter: How's it goin', Jack?

Fine.

Listen, um, there's something I've been...

Meaning to talk to you about.

Uh...

Just hasn't really been a chance to...

Oh, come on. Spit it out.

(Clears throat)

Um, I've always been kind of a...

Traditional guy, I guess, so...

I wanted you to know what my intentions are with Lou.

What I'm saying is, I'm gonna ask her to marry me.

And I sure would appreciate your blessing.

Well...

Thing is, Peter, Lou's not much for tradition, and I doubt she'd care whether or not you had her grandfather's blessing.

(Unsure chuckle)

Jack: But, for what it's worth, if Lou says yes, if she figures you're the one, I guess she could do a whole lot worse than you.

Caleb: Yeah.

It's just getting expensive.

(Sighs heavily)

Caleb: Plus, it's a four day trip.

Lou: Caleb, you know those pumpkins aren't going to distribute themselves!

Things are just busy around here.

I mean, if I could get a ride later, then yeah.

I don't know.

Lou: Stay, Max.

Stay!

Hi, Caleb's cell phone privileges have been suspended for the rest of the day. Thanks!

So what, you're my mother now?

Lou: No, I'm the boss!

And unlike your mom, I don't find you charming or cute!

My affection for you is based purely on your pumpkin distribution skills.

Now, get to work!

Relax, I'm on it.

Oh, and by the way, I saw a bunch of Dad's cows grazing along our property line, so can you please make sure you check the fences.

Uh, Lou?

(Max whimpers and barks)

Oh my God! Max!

(Tree rustles)

(Sighs heavily)

(Low growling)

Peter: Any luck? Ty: (Gasps)

(Startled)
Hey!

You all right?

Yeah.

I keep getting it snagged in the tree.

Oh, yeah. Don't worry about that.

You'll get the hang of it.

Takes a while.

I'm gonna head back to camp and get some lunch, wanna come?

Yeah.

Peter: Sure is beautiful country, huh?

So, I was thinking, since the boys are gone for the weekend, that you could stay over tonight.

You're just doin' that because you feel bad for me, Amy.

No, I'm not!

I think it would be fun!

Okay, sure.

(Truck rumbles up)

Amy, get over here!

I swear, I only looked away for one minute!

Oh, Max!

Caleb: Yeah, he had a little run-in with a porcupine.

Peter is gonna k*ll me!

He loves this dog more than anything.

Okay, Mallory, uh, call Scott.

Find out what we should do.

I'm on it.

Amy: Bud!

He asked you what?

I assumed he already asked you.

That's the first I heard of it.

Well, I figured it might've come up, so.

I wouldn't have said anything otherwise.

What the hell is he asking your permission for and not mine?

Look, I'm sure he just hasn't gotten around to it yet!

Hasn't gotten around to it?

I'm her father, for God's sake!

You're taking this way too personally.

It is personal, Jack!

It doesn't matter what I do, it doesn't matter what I say, it doesn't matter how much land I buy so that my daughters can be a part of my life, I always come second...

To you!

What are you doing?

I'm gonna give the general a piece of my mind!

Oh ho, no you are not!

Peter's part of Lou's life, whether you like it, or not!

Get out of my way, old man.

No way.

(Grunting and struggling)

(Splash)

(Sighs)

You really wanna do this?

You just try me.

Ungh!

(Water splashes)

Ungh!

(Water splashes)

What the hell's going on over there?

Ty: (Sighs heavily) Not again!

Peter: What do you mean, "not again"?

What, they've done this before?

Ty: Yeah, it's like a... Family tradition.

Well, uh, like, should we go break it up?

Ungh!

(Hard punch)

Peter: Oh my God!

Ty: Yeah. Yeah.

Peter: Yeah, let's go.

Ungh! Hmph!

Peter: Whoa! Whoa!

Hey, fellas!

Is that all you got?

This is my bad hand!

Peter: Okay, okay.

Hey, hey! Fellas!

Ty: Come on, Jack! Peter: Hey, break it up!

Peter: Oof!

(Screams in pain)

Oh.

Now see what you've done!

Ahhhh!

Wow!
(Half laughs)

Sorry.

Yeah, no, no, it's okay. I-I, uh, I ran in there.

(Jack and Tim breathe heavily)

(Max whimpers)

Lou: Scott, I know you're not officially back on duty yet, but we didn't know who else to call.

Scott: Uh, that's okay, I was getting kinda bored laying around the house, anyway.

Amy: Hey, Scott. Scott: Hey.

Some of the quills are in pretty deep, I think he might've swallowed some, too.

Scott: All right, let's see what we got here.

Is he gonna be okay?

Oh, he's gonna be fine. How're you doin'?

Lou: See, Max? Scott's gonna make you all better!

Oh!

(Birds chirping)

Jack: Well, I'm going fishing.

As far away from him as I can get.

Well, that's great.

I might finally catch something!

Peter: Hey, listen, Tim, uh...

Look, no hard feelings, huh?

I shouldnt've gotten in the middle of your uh...

Family feud you're having there.

I don't know if you noticed, but I'm really starting to dond with that guy.

(Laughs)

You guys seem really close.

Yeah.

Yeah!

Yeah! Total... bromance thing we got going.

(Laughs)
Don't tell anybody.

(Max grunts)

There.

I think that's the last of it.

Good boy!

Don't worry, it looked a lot worse than it was.

I am obviously the world's worst dog-sitter.

Well, dogs, they love porcupines, but the feeling isn't mutual.

Right, Max?

Hey, I've been meaning to call you since the accident, see how you're doing.

So, how are you doing?

I'm okay.

Leg hurts a little bit.

Actually, I've... been spending a whole lot of time thinking about, uh...

About what?

I don't know.

Regrets, I guess.

Life's too short for those.

Don't I know it.

(Sighs)
How's Ty holding up?

(Scoffs)
I don't know, actually.

Good enough to go fishing, I guess.

Well.

Oh, wait!

Ungh.

Do me a favour.

Have him call me when he gets back.

He hasn't been returning my phone calls.

Okay.

Thanks for coming by, thanks for doing this.

Well, Peter saved my life.

Least I can do is pull a few quills from his dog.

See you later.

See ya.

Scott: See you later, Max.

Oop! Careful!

Keep your eyes closed.

Ashley: Where are you taking me?

(Sighs)

Okay, you can open your eyes now.

Flowers, burgers and fries... Mmmm!

And a romantic evening boat cruise with yours truly.

Not so bad, huh, for our first date?

I'm very impressed.

And here I thought you were gonna work all weekend.

Well, I managed to get most of Lou's to-do list done, so, I'm all yours.

(Oars creak as they dip)

Ashley: It's perfect. It's exactly what I wanted.

Caleb: I messed this up once, so...

I'm not gonna do that again.

You know, now that Ty's going away to school, I'm gonna need someone to help me with the...

Client horses.

You want me to be your assistant?

Oh, I was thinking more like a...

A friend who helps me now and then.

A friend. I like that.

Sucks though that Ty's leaving.

Sort of feels like he's already gone.

What do you mean?

Ever since the accident, he's just...

I don't know, he seems like he's a million miles away.

I... He won't talk to me.

He just pretends everything's all right, but I know it's not. It's...

(Sighing) I just feel like I'm losing him.

Boo hoo, Amy.

Amy: Mallory! Mallory: Sorry, but Ty's the one who almost d*ed!

Don't you think he deserves to be a little bit distant and moody for a while?

I mean, he's got a lot to deal with.

Give him a break!

Too honest, right?

I've gotta watch that.

No.

Actually, you're making a lot of sense.

(River babbles)

(Owl hoots, fire crackles)

(Low growling, Ty gasps awake)

(Jingling sound)

(Jingling sound)

(Branches snap)

(Branch snaps)

(Twig snaps)

(Gasps)

(Breathing heavily)

Easy, now.

Put the g*n down, Ty.

Nice and slow.

(Breathing heavily)

(Cows mooing, birds chirping)

Lou: (Chuckles)

Good morning, Max.

You miss Peter, huh?

Me too.

Oh, sh**t!

Come on, Max! The photographer!

We gotta go, we gotta go, we gotta go!

I told you, I heard something.

So when's the last time you had a good night's sleep?

I'm betting not since the accident.

Come on, Jack.

If I go to sleep, I have these dreams.

It sounds crazy, doesn't it?

(Amused) Hmm. Well...

Nobody goes through what you did without it having some kind of effect on 'em.

But you gotta talk to somebody about what happened.

And I'd start with Scott - he was there with you.

If I talk to Scott, it'll just remind me...

I can't go back there.

Maybe you've gotta go back before you can move forward.

Otherwise, it'll follow you wherever you go.

(Twig snaps)

(Truck rumbles)

What?!

Great!

(Truck door opens, cow moos)

(Phone buttons beep)

Caleb, please tell me you checked the fence yesterday!

Call me when you get this message.

(Heavy thudding, cows mooing)

Oh, no, this is not happening!

No!

No way!

(Cows mooing)

No!

No, no, no, no!

(Stunned)

(Cows moo)

Lou: Cows!

The dude ranch is full of cows.

Have you seen Caleb?

I need him to round them up, and he's not answering his damn cell phone!

Isn't that photographer coming in today?

Yeah. In less than an hour.

And if I can't round them up, then we just can't be in the magazine, then.

Pick up, pick up!!

Okay, Lou, relax. All right?

We don't need Caleb to do this.

If the three of us leave right now, we can have those cows rounded up in no time.

We even have a good cutting horse.

Okay.

Let's saddle up.

Lou: Okay. Amy: Come on!

You know, I had this crazy idea in my head that uh... By the end of this trip, you and I were gonna be these great buddies or something.

It's pretty obvious that's not gonna happen, isn't it?

I guess my question to you is uh... why?

Why do you dislike me so much?

Why does it matter?

(Sighs)

You know, I just thought it might be nice if we could be in the same room together, I don't know.

You know, by the time Lou was old enough to start dating, I was long gone.

I wasn't around to...

Wait up by the phone worrying on a Saturday night, or...

I wasn't there to answer the door when some pimply-faced kid came around and wanted to take my daughter out.

I'm just not good at this.

I feel like one of those pimply-faced kids, okay?

But I'm not asking you to take your daughter out on a date.

I'm-I'm standing here, and I'm asking you for your blessing to marry her.

(Sighs)

(Sighs deeply)

(Fire hisses)

You know, I still remember what Jack said to me when I asked him the same thing.

He said Marion probably wouldn't care whether or not I got her father's blessing.

(Laughs)

He also said that, if she said yes, if Marion felt that I was the one, well, she could probably do a lot worse.

Yeah, (Chuckles)
Sorry, that just sounds... very familiar.

(Laughs)
Incredibly familiar.

But you better treat my little girl right, or next time I punch you, it's gonna be for real.

You bet.

Lou: Okay, so we've got to herd all these cows back towards the fence and onto Big River.

What about all the cow poo?

We'll deal with that later.

On second thought, Caleb will deal with that later.

Amy: Hey! Hup!

Hup! Hup!

(Coos mooing discontentedly)

Amy: Hup! Hup! (Clucks tongue)

Lou: Hup! Hup! Hup!

Come on, cows!

Hup!

(Cows moo and grunt noisily)

You know, you're still pretty feisty for an old guy.

Well, I can put you on the ground any day.

Don't you forget that.

Tim: (Chuckles)

So, what do you think of this PW guy?

You think he's good enough for our Lou?

Well, I'm not sure.

Maybe.

Well, I'll tell you one thing: If he still wants to marry her after this fishing trip, he might just be crazy enough to be in this family.

(Laughs)

You might just be right about that.

(Chuckles)

(Cows moo, horses whinny)

Lou: Well, I guess I'd better be getting back.

It's okay, Mallory and I can take it from here.

Okay.

You okay?

He's never here when I need him.

Well, I'm sure Caleb will turn up eventually.

Not Caleb. Peter.

Seeing him every other weekend, it just... It isn't good enough any more.

It's pretty obvious that he loves you.

I love him too, but...

I'm tired of missing him all the time, you know?

(Cell phone rings)

Caleb. Meet me back at the dude ranch, and bring a shovel.

(River babbles gently)

Peter: Yeah! Fish on!

Peter: I got one! Jack: Okay!

Woo!

I told ya there were fish in here!

Peter: (Laughs happily)

Jack: Okay. Now give him some line.

Bring him in nice and slow.

Peter: All right, all right.

Keep your tip up! Woo!

Looks like a four pounder, maybe six!

Look at that!

Oh, he lies like fisherman!

Yeah, yeah, I get it, I get it.

Ahhh!

Does this mean we can say we didn't get skunked?

No, it doesn't!

We still got two hours to actually catch one.

But what if we don't?

It's one more thing we're gonna lie about.

My truck's gonna smell like a feedlot for a month.

Lou: Yeah, well, you should've thought of that before you decided not to check the fences.

Now hurry up, get going.

Go on!

Hi!

Hi.

Are you Lou Fleming?

That's me.

Hey, I'm Kyle. From Land and Country magazine.

(Truck rumbles away)

This is a great place.

Thanks.

Hey. I'm gonna show you a spot you would be crazy not to put on the cover.

Cool, a cow!

Yeah. It must be a stray.

I'm just gonna get my ranch hand to round it up.

Right now.

No, no. Leave him there!

He looks great. Very country.

Hey, maybe you can, uh...

Have him bring in a few more?

Huh.

(Camera shutter clicks, cow moos)

Peter: Oh, here they come now.

Mallory: You're back! Lou: Hey!

Hey!

Peter, what happened to your eye?!

Just walked into a branch.

Huh.

Dad, did that same branch give you a fat lip?

Oh, no. No branch for me.

Wrestled a giant trout.

Jack: Hmph! Tim: Got away.

Lou: Right... Mallory: Yeah, right!

I bet you guys were drinking beer and b*ating each other up all weekend!

Jack: Hey, I'll have you know that we take our fishing very seriously.

Lou: Oh yeah, Grandpa? So where's all the trout?

Catch and release, Lou. Be poaching otherwise.

Peter: That's right. Tim: That's right!

So, how'd that photo sh**t go, honey?

It was great. Yeah.

No problems, it was picture perfect.

Good.

Hey, how was Max?

Hope he wasn't too much trouble for you.

Where is he?

In my room.

Your room?

Yeah, why don't you just finish that beer and we'll go see him after.

Hey.

Hey.

You're back.

Yeah.

Did you catch anything?

Not really.

Spent most of the weekend untangling my line.

(Laughs)

Amy, I uh... I've got to go...

You just got here.

I know.

There's something I gotta do.

Okay.

Ty: (Clears throat)

Hey, Scott.

Ty. It's good to see you.

Good to see you, too.

Thanks for, uh, coming to meeting me.

Well, I'm just glad you finally called.

Yeah, sorry it took me so long, I've just been uh...

It's okay.

Do you ever have dreams about uh...

What happened?

(Sighs)

Every single night.

Max... poor guy.

Are you gonna tell me what really happened out there?

(Snorts softly)

Hey, you know what we should do?

What should we do?

Let's go on a trip.

Just me and you.

Yeah?

(Cell phone rings)

(Sighs) One second, I gotta get this.

Yeah? PW.

Oh... look at you.

What?!

You're kidding me! No. No, no, no!

Don't, don't, don't- just don't do anything.

Okay?

Well, I gotta come in, don't I?

Yeah. No, I'll get the next flight out.

Just let him know.

All right!

I...
(Sighs heavily)

You have to go.

Yeah. I'm sorry.

Kinda major, I...

It's okay.

Just...take care of Max, okay?

Yeah, I will.

Um, listen.

We'll talk about that trip when I get back, okay?

I promise.

Okay.

Hey, I love you.

Mmm! I'll miss you.

Yes, Mom. I got the extra pickles.

I'll see you in the car.

Jamie: Hey, um, Mallory.

Mallory: Hey.

Um...

You coming, Jamie? I'm starving.

Um, just hold on one sec.

Um...

I was thinking we should maybe hang out this weenend, or something.

I don't know.

Things might be different in high school, but at least I know who my friends are.

Lou: Okay, Grandpa.

You can't leave me in suspense any longer.

Dad's fat lip, Peter's shiner -

there is a story you're not telling me here.

You wanna know the story?

Yes!

Here's the story: I'd been fishing all day long without a single bite.

I was about to give up and head back to camp, when I hooked a beauty of a trout.

Biggest trout I ever saw.

Must've been sixteen, seventeen pounds...

(Grass rustles)

Amy: Ty?

Where are we going?

Uh, I don't know.

I guess here's good.

Okay, let's go.

Wait.

Why did you bring me out here?

Scott told me to make an offering.

Tobacco, you know?

You remember the wolf I told you about, the one I saw that night?

Yeah.

Well, I'm not really into the spiritual stuff, but...

May I have it?

Please?

What?

(Sighing) What're you doing?

I don't think Scott told you to come out here and just throw it on the ground like that.

Here.

Take your time.

Maybe this is something you should do on your own.

Amy.

I talked to my student advisor today.

I decided to wait until next year to go to university.

Y-you're not doing this for me, are you?

No, I'm not.

I'm doing it for me.

You were right, I'm not fine.

But I'm working on it.

And right now, this is where I need to be, so.

Okay.

Okay.

(Grass rustles)

(Birds chirp)

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