05x07 - Chapter Eighty-Eight

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NARRATOR:
Friends, what a journey

our Jane has been on.

See, she and her
baby daddy, Rafael,

were about to be engaged.

But then her husband Michael
came back from the dead.

See, it turns out
he wasn't dead.

He'd been in Montana.
And he had amnesia.

Actually, I go by Jason now.
Ma'am.

And then, OMG,
his memories came back.

Come on, I know you, Jane.
You're gonna have to explore it.

That's not true.

But, friends, Rafael was right.

I can't just dismiss
how I feel about Michael.

And then Michael
made a proposal of his own.

We'll never know what could be

as long as we're here.

In Miami.

Surrounded by
the ghosts of our past.

Come with me to Montana.

Let's go.

Which is where we left off.

When Jane Gloriana Villanueva
was years old,

she called an emergency
family meeting...

And the reason for this
emergency family meeting is...

I'm going to Montana
with Michael tomorrow.

- Montana?
- Tomorrow?

I know. It's crazy.
Totally crazy.

But Rafael has Mateo
for three days,

and we found cheap flights,

and Michael and I need
to get away from the memories

of our past, just to see
where we are now.

I think it's a great idea, hon.

- Yeah?
- ABUELA: Yeah.

Yay! Oh. Okay.

Our flight leaves early, so, uh,

I'd better start working on
my packing list.

Ooh, I'm excited!

(GIGGLES)

Which brings us here.

Now.

What was I thinking?

I can't go to Montana.

Because it's in Montana.

And what are you doing here
so early, Ma?

I knew you'd be freaking out.

Don't freak out.
You're going.

But where will it even lead?

And-and where do I
even want it to lead?

You don't know.
That's the point of the trip.

Just go with the flow.
Don't get ahead of yourself.

- But...
- No buts.

It's happening.
End of story.

- But...
- Mateo will be fine.

I'll check in on him.

Will you check in on, uh, Rafael?

Just to make sure
that he's doing okay?

Yes. Of course.

(SIGHS) Okay.
I'm going.

Good. Did you pack?

(SIGHS)

Turns out,

I don't have a very
ranch-friendly wardrobe.

I mean, I don't think.

My ranch references are limited.

- NARRATOR: Brokeback Mountain
- Little House on the Prairie

- And that other telenovela...
- Cavalgando El Amor.

Oh my God, Yes!

I wanted Victor to lasso me.
(LAUGHS)

So, what do I bring?

Uh, some yoga pants and
some tennis shoes, and...

ROGELIO:
All the fringe!

I cleaned out the wardrobe
storeroom of my production

El Rancho de mi Corazon
and I have everything you need.

Suede fringe vest,

chaps, and several hat options.

Isn't that a little, uh...

Masculine? Yes.

Which is why
I also brought this.

I can't wear that.

But it's what all the women
in my telenovela wore.

(WESTERN MUSIC PLAYING)

NARRATOR: And so, friends,
following in the footsteps

of the telenovela ranchera...
let's meet our heroine.

(WESTERN MUSIC PLAYING)

Howdy.

Wow, so they really do
say that in Montana?

No, I was just reading your hat.

(CHUCKLES):
Oh.

NARRATOR: And of course,

her love interest.

MICHAEL: Ready to go?

Yeah, I think so.

It's just three days.

W... I didn't have time to...

To make a color-coded
packing list?

Anything you can leave here?

Possibly, but I don't know what.

Never mind.

We'll take it all.

Now, come on, let's go.

NARRATOR:
And so it was

that these two
began their journey west.

To Miami International Airport.

(SIGHS)

Don't worry.

There are no expectations here.

Plenty of hope.

But no expectations.

Right. Right.
We'll just go with the flow.

Exactly.

See how we fit.

With no distractions.

Sounds good.

Open mind.

Wide open.

(CHUCKLES)

(WIND WHISTLING)

I'm really sorry we had to wait

for my luggage and
we missed our bus.

You don't have
to apologize again.

I do because you're still mad.

I'm not still mad.
I just thought that maybe

if you'd consolidated the bags

- before we left...
- Okay, so how is that not mad?

Okay.
It's fine.

It's a bump in the road.

We'll just buy another ticket.

Y'all need a ride?
Hop on in.

(QUIETLY): We cannot hitchhike.

- (QUIETLY): What do you mean?
- What do you mean?

Well, it would save us
bucks in bus tickets.

This trip is costing a lot.

Well, if we get in that truck,
it could cost us our lives!

Okay. Can you just
give us a min...

MICHAEL:
Bye. Thank you.

Well, might as well
just get comfy.

Be waiting here for a while.

(EXHALES LOUDLY)

How much longer?

About an hour.

But you can sleep in tomorrow.

No, I have to call
Mateo before school.

That's gonna be tough.

Cell service on the ranch
is pretty spotty.

What?

Pretty much a dead zone.

So how do I call Mateo?

I thought when you said
you were okay

with leaving for a few days...

That I wouldn't need
to call my son?

I guess I'm just used to being
off the grid for so long.

I-I'll... think
of something.

Don't get mad again.

I'm not mad.

I...

It's fine.

It's just an-another
bump in the...

(LOUD BUMP)

Ooh.
Whoa, what?

What was that?

I'd say a possum.

W-What should we do?

Well, we could swing back
around and pick it up.

To help it?

No, to eat it.

They make a mean pot pie.

Mm-hmm.

(CHUCKLES):

I'm kidding.

Just kidding.

NARRATOR: Yeah. I have a feeling
he wasn't kidding.

The point is that finally,
finally, they arrived.

Here it is.

My humble abode.

I'll say.

Wow.

It's... This is, uh, cozy.

Come on.

What do you really think
of life off the grid?

We're here to learn
about each other.

There's no point in any of this

if we're not gonna be honest.

Okay.

I'm trying to go with the flow
and not get ahead of myself,

but I can't imagine living
in the middle of nowhere,

and eating roadkill and
picking up hitchhikers.

I'm sorry.

No, I asked.

Look... we've had
a long day.

Let's just go to bed.

Okay. Yeah.

NARRATOR: Well, they learned
one thing about each other...

they're not great
travel companions.

♪ ♪

(FIRE CRACKLING)

NARRATOR: And so our heroine
went to bed troubled.

As heroines often do.

(ROOSTER CROWS)

NARRATOR:
And the next morning...

(SQUEAKING)

(COUNTRY MUSIC)

it was no better.

And so Jane wondered if
she should just cut her losses

and tell Michael
she had made a big mistake.

Morning, Bo.

(GRAPHIC MUSIC)

Welcome to Montana.

JANE:
Wow.

Coffee never tasted so good.

NARRATOR: Agreed.
I haven't been up this early

since the other night,
when I was out this late.

So, there's a landline
in the main house.

And I asked the owner,
and he said

you can use it to call Mateo.

Anytime.

I also called your grandma

and gave her this number.

And she's gonna make sure
that Rafael has it.

Thank you.

Of course.

I'm sorry about yesterday.

Long trip, short nerves.

Me, too.

But you know what?

- It's a new day.
- It is.

And a beautiful one at that.

I'm glad you think so.

Thought we'd go for a walk.

Maybe have a picnic?

Sounds perfect.

Thanks for the shirt.

- Looks good on you.
- Hmm.

Just wish I had a pair
of boots in your size.

The sooner you get those things
caked in mud, the better.

NARRATOR:
But they're so sparkly.

- Heh, nice. There you go.
- (LAUGHS): Yeah.

Where's the picnic?
I want to hit all the mud.

Just at the foot of those hills.

If we're trying
to get over there,

why are we walking this way?

Got to bypass the
neighboring ranch.

Because?

Charlie lives there.

Not a fan.

(CHUCKLING):
Wait a second.

Rival ranchers?

Ooh-hoo-hoo.

This is like Cavalgando El Amor.

Did your fight start
over a beautiful

ranch owner's daughter
who actually might be

your twin sister?

Oh, nothing that dramatic.

- Aw...
- Just some bad blood.

But enough about Charlie.

I want to focus on
our day together.

Me, too.

NARRATOR: And so, friends...
(SIGHS)

Jane let herself enjoy
the wind in her hair

and the sun on her face.

MAN:
What the hell?

Jason, you didn't
tell me you were back.

Actually,
I go by Michael now, sir.

I don't care if you go
by Tammy Wynette.

As long as you're back
and ready to work.

Right. See, I was actually
just wondering if I could

take a couple days.

I'm sorry,

I thought I just heard you
ask for more time off.

You're living in that cabin,
you're earning your keep.

Catch up on your chores today,
then get on out

to that east border fence,
which needs fixing.

And don't let her
get in the way.

JANE:
Wow.

Friendly guy.

Sorry about that.
That's just how he is.

Why don't you head
back to the cabin

and write or relax,
and I'll finish up my work.

We can have our picnic later.

No way. I came here
to get to know your world.

Put me to work, partner.

Okay, then.
Come on.

I'll introduce you to Shelby.

NARRATOR:
Huh? Who's this Shelby?

So you're Shelby.

Hope you've been taking
good care of Michael

these last few years.

Yeah, she did.
Right, old girl?

I think they miss you, Michael.

Are they smiling?
What are their names?

Oh, this is Ginger.
She's stubborn as a mule,

but don't let her know that.

She'll get offended.
(LAUGHS)

Banjo over here is lazy
as all get-out.

He doesn't care who knows it.

But Shelby is my best friend
on the ranch.

After Bo, of course.

(HORSE NEIGHING)

Did you miss it in Miami,
hanging out with the horses?

Yeah, I did a little bit.

Except I didn't just
hang out with horses.

I worked.

You ready?

Yeah. Totally.
What are we doing?

Brushing them, feeding them,

training them?

We're mucking stalls.

NARRATOR:
Oh, crap.

You scoop the soiled straw,

throw it in the wheelbarrow.

You sure you wanna do this?

(SIGHS)
Yep. It's like a...

giant litter box, right?

NARRATOR: And so our heroine
scooped poop.

And, lo and behold,
her boots were broken in.

How you doing?

Getting my cardio in.

Ah, six down, six more to go.

You sure you don't want
to take a break,

- and I'll finish up?
- (SCOFFS) You kidding?

I'm mucking circles
around these stalls.

Hey!

(LAUGHING)

What was that for?

You threw it first.

I didn't mean to.

Oh, I...

thought you were starting
a hay fight.

NARRATOR:
Ha! Please.

That only happens
in a telenovela.

I wasn't.

NARRATOR:
Then again...

But I am now!
(SCREAMS)

(LAUGHING, SHRIEKING)

Whoa!

(LAUGHING)

All right, now I even smell
like a ranch hand.

Come on, I'll show you a spot
where you can get cleaned up.
(PHONE CHIMES)

Oh, uh...

NARRATOR: Well, that's about
eight hours too late.

(PHONE CHIMES)

Think of it as
a low-flow shower.

All you gotta do is
pull this rope,

but pull it gently,
or you'll end up

dumping the whole bucket

on your head.

Got it.

I'll wait over there for you.

NARRATOR:
To be fair,

it's hard to go with the flow,

if the flow won't go.

Michael!
Michael, are you there?

What's up?

Uh, I'm having trouble
working this.

Do you want me to
hold the rope for you?

As long as you don't look.

I won't.
I promise.

Okay.

You can look now.

Thanks for that.

You're welcome.

Okay, I'm... I'm gonna change.

Okay.

NARRATOR:
Well...

(EXHALES)
that was hot.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER, LAUGHTER)

Hey, now.

- Look who's back.
- Hey...

- Where you been, man?
- We missed you, man.

Jane, this is Keith,
my right-hand man.

NARRATOR:
Well, hello, Keith.

Don't believe that.
He's my right-hand man.

- And you are?
- Jane.

Well, right this way, Jane.
Have yourself a seat.

Someone get this little lady
a beer.

Now, tell us...

how in the hell
did old Jason here

talk you into a date?

You are finer than
a frog's hair split four ways.

(LAUGHTER)
Thank you?

Actually, Jane's not my date.

(CHUCKLES)

She's my wife.

(SPITS)

You're kidding.
No way.

Come on, how much
is he paying you?

Oh, it's... it is true.
I'm his wife.

But it's a little more
complicated than that.

Uh, my name's actually
not Jason.

It's Michael Cordero.

And I was a cop in Miami.

A detective, actually.
A great one.

- NARRATOR: Well, that's debatable.
- It's a pretty wild story

I'll tell you guys
when we have more time.

Hey, come on, we got
nothing but time.

You guys want a campfire story?

KEITH:
Yeah.

I got a crazy one for you.

Holy hell.

I know, it's...
it's really a crazy story.

The craziest part
wasn't the story,

it's the fact that Jason here...

I mean Michael... told it.

No one's ever heard him
string more than

two sentences together
at one time.

(LAUGHTER)
And you got a sense of humor?

- Who knew?
- RANCH HAND: I gotta say,

that's damn near the most
romantic thing I've heard

since Luke Bryan's new album.

(CHUCKLES)

KEITH: So, what's the ending
to this fairy tale?

Jane, you gonna move out here
and become a ranch wife?

MICHAEL: Uh, we're gonna
take it slow.

One step at a time.

So, what'd I miss around here?

KEITH:
Ooh, where do I start?

Well, Steve broke his leg...

Okay, so, Mateo and I
are going to Montana

to live with Michael,
and I was hoping that

you can move there, too,
so we can co-parent.

Maybe you could open up
a boutique hotel there.

Serve up some possum pie.

MICHAEL:
Jane?

You okay?

Mm. Sorry. I, uh,
just have to go to the bathroom.

(PHONE CHIMES)

Oh.

XIOMARA (ON PHONE):
Hi, Janie.

Ma. Oh, thank God.
We keep missing each other.

I know I said things
were getting better,

but now I'm panicking again.

Somebody just asked us
about our future together,

and I need you to talk me down.

Ma?

(PHONE CHIMES)

Ugh! Ah!

(PHONE CHIMES)

RICK:
So... staying or leaving?

- What do you mean?
- Well, I hear that girl's

your wife.

She is clearly not staying here.

Now, AJ's been doing
a real good job

taking over for you.

You leave, I want to
hold on to him.

So, what's it gonna be?

Well, I don't know, sir.

It all just happened.

You got hours to decide.

NARRATOR:
So, here we are,

with these two at a crossroad.

You okay? You been
out there for a while.

NARRATOR:
Remember, Jane, honesty...

Yeah, great.

Just looking for
the right bush, for peeing.

Everything okay?

NARRATOR:
All right, Michael,

here's your chance:
honesty.

Yeah. Just wanted to remind you

about the fence
we have to fix tomorrow.

Honestly?

Speaking of,
we got to wake up early.

Should we hit the hay?

Good idea. I am wiped out.
(CHUCKLES)

(SOFTLY):
Okay.

NARRATOR: There comes a time
in every relationship

and in every telenovela ranchera

when fences must be mended.

Literally, in this case.

Okay, here's the plan.

We ride out to the fence,
fix any spots that are worn out,

close up potential
escape routes.

Sounds good.

Why do you look so nervous?

I've only ridden a horse once,
and it-it wasn't pretty.

Aw, don't worry.
You'll ride Shelby.

She knows the fence
line better than me.

- I'll get her. Be right back.
- Okay.

KEITH:
Hey there, little lady.

Sleep well?

- Still like that guy?
- (CHUCKLES)

I did sleep well.
And yes, I do.

So, did you guys make a decision
about Rick's deadline?

What deadline?

Uh-oh. Did I just step in it?

I'll assume "it" refers to the
stuff Jane scooped yesterday.

- What are we deciding?
- Dinner. Chicken or ribs.

Keith, don't make
this little lady angry.

Rick gave him hours to decide
if he's staying on the ranch

or leaving.

Got it.

Good to know.

You doing okay, Jane?

Yup, I'm great!

No way. Horses pick up
on the rider's anxiety.

You're making Shelby skittish.

NARRATOR:
Shelby, you traitor!

Keith told me
about Rick's ultimatum.

NARRATOR:
Keith, you traitor!

I thought we were gonna be
honest with each other.

Why didn't you tell me?

I guess I saw your reaction

to Keith's question
about our future,

and I knew this deadline
would add even more pressure.

Yeah, you're right, it does.
I mean... (SIGHS)

I-I-I can't live here.

I know that.

And I'm not ready
to ask you to move,

or-or lose a job that you like
with people that you like.

I know that, too,
but here's the thing,

I've been thinking and there's
more than only two options.

We could decide to date,

do the whole
long distance thing,

visit each other,
see where things go.

- I didn't think about that.
- See?

It's not all or nothing.

I could keep my job now,

you could head home,

I could figure out
that whole FaceTime thing,

and we could take
our time to decide.

I like that option.

I want my own horse, a stallion!

This is % your fault.

MICHAEL: Let's maybe learn
how to ride first,

Mateo. Next time you come out
here, I'll teach you.

- Yeah!
- Hey, bud, you ready to go?

MICHAEL:
Uh-oh, what happened?

Huh?

You were feeling better,
now Shelby's jumpy.

Geez, I didn't realize horses
doubled as lie detectors.

Plus, I can see it on your face.

Honesty. Okay.

I feel guilty about Rafael and
what I'm putting him through,

and I can't stop
thinking about him.

Gotcha.

- You wanted to know.
- I did, and I do.

But what are you supposed to do?

I mean, your husband
came back from the dead.

It's all...

Straight out of
a telenovela? I know.

NARRATOR: I couldn't have said it
better myself.

See that?

Shelby's feeling better,

which means you are, too.

Better to talk about it.

Agreed.

Now let's make these horses
earn their supper. Come on.

NARRATOR:
So with her mind at ease,

Jane rode across
the countryside.

(KISSING NOISES)
Hyah! (LAUGHS)

NARRATOR:
Sorry, I couldn't resist.

(CHUCKLES)

(LAUGHS)

NARRATOR: Sure looks
like they mended their fence.

Then you take the new wire,
wrap it around the brace post,

but make sure it's really tight.
Mm-hmm.

And then staple.

Okay, got it.

Are you sure? Want me to
go over it one more time?

Come on, Villanueva women
know how to fix stuff.

NARRATOR:
True, for the record.

Look at that.

I forgot how good you
were with your hands.

(CHUCKLES) Thanks.

If you don't watch out, I might
be working you out of a job.

Like your fancy Miami manicure
could hold up here.

- Bull...
- No, seriously, you don't think...

No, bull! Right there!

Holy crap, that was Rocky!

Who's Rocky?

MICHAEL: He's the ranch's
prize breeding bull.

His semen's worth $ , a vial,

and he's paid to inseminate
thousands of cows a year.

NARRATOR:
Wow, does anyone get pregnant

the old-fashioned way
these days?

If we don't get him back,
I'll lose my job.

NARRATOR: And they will lose
their options.

(GRUNTS)

Wait! Wait for me!

NARRATOR: Friends, we last left
our heroine

in pursuit of a stud.

Wait!

Oh, Michael, wait for me!

(GASPS) Oh, my God, there he is.

Okay, so what do we do?

Lasso him? Is that,
is that a real thing

- or is that a TV thing?
- It's a real thing.

NARRATOR:
So very real.

Okay, so do it.

Well, hang on. We can't
just waltz on over there.

NARRATOR:
Yeah, geez, hold your horses.

MICHAEL: That bull's
on Charlie's land.

Ah, your nemesis.

Come on, what's the worst
that could happen?

Last time I got a sucker punch
to the face and a broken nose.

And Charlie will sh**t me
on the spot if I trespass again.

NARRATOR: Jane, your options
are getting away.

Well, Charlie's not gonna
sucker punch me.

I'm gonna grab that bull
by the horns.

Nope, definitely don't do that.

Lasso, then.
Teach me.

NARRATOR:
Whoa! You go, cowgirl.

Oh, spoke too soon.

Okay, try not
to throw it so much.

It's more about releasing
the rope at the right time,

and following through
on the swing.

Good.

Helps if you hold onto the rope.

Yup, got it, good point.

All right, follow through
on the swing.

Mm-mmh.

Follow through on the swing.

Are you even aiming for Bo?

Stop it, I'm gonna get this.

Okay. This is the one.

- Yup.
- I'm feeling it.

- Mm-hmm.
- Here we go.

(JANE SCREAMS)

(WHOOPING) I did it!
I did it! I did it!

All right, so listen,
Rocky's real gentle,

but just in case
something goes wrong.

I get it, blow the horn
and it'll scare him away.

No, it'll stun him,

maybe give you enough time
to climb up a tree.

Also, try to stand near a tree.

You got this.

(SNORTS)

(WHIMPERS)

Okay.

NARRATOR: Oh, geez,
just throw it already.

I can't watch.

Nice aim.

Oh, I am so sorry.

I... I thought
you were a bull.

- I'm not from here.
- NARRATOR: Clearly.

A-And I just needed
to get the bull back

before Charlie finds out
that I'm on his property.

I hear he's not the nicest.

Yeah, Charlie's mean
as cat meat.

- Who warned you?
- Michael, his neighbor.

Or, I guess, Charlie
knows him by Jason.

It-It's a whole thing.

(CHUCKLES) I'm Jane, by the way.

I'm Charlie.

(SHOTGUN)

Listen, I'm really sorry.

Do you even know why
Jason and I don't get along?

Uh, not exactly.

'Cause he's a thief, a nibbler,

- belongs in the calaboose.
- Okay, um, I...

I don't even know what some of
that means, but I can tell you,

he's not a thief. I know him.

Yeah, so do I, unfortunately.

Okay, uh, l-look, I-I hope
you guys can work this out,

but right now I need
to get that bull back

or Michael will lose his job,
and my options will disappear

and I can't let
that happen right now.

- Your options?
- Please. I came , miles

and I took a plane and a bus
and a truck and hit a possum

and left my son at home,
all to see if there's

still something between Michael
and me, and the only way

I can do that without
panicking is to know

that I have options
and he has options

and our options depend on
getting that freaking bull back.

(AIR HORN BLOWS)

NARRATOR:
Oh, my God, there she is.

What a heroine!

Whoo!

- How'd you do it?
- Charlie gave me a hand.

You got her to help you? How?

Once she understood
our situation,

she was happy to help.

If I lasso that bull,
will you shut your trap

and get the hell off
my property?

Wow. You really earned
your spurs.

Ah. We should get back to the
cabin, my spurs are tired.

Yeah, about that.

We kind of missed the moment.

It's gonna be dark
before we can make it back.

What?

We'll have to camp.

But we don't have a tent.

No, but we got snacks

and saddle blankets.

(CHUCKLES)

NARRATOR:
Snacks, saddle blankets,

and most importantly,
her options.

All right, let's camp.

(JANE SIGHS)

The Miami sky
ain't got nothing on this.

(CHUCKLES) Right?

These are my favorite
kind of nights.

Warm breeze, starry skies,

nothing but you on Earth.

Yeah.

What did it feel like
to be in Miami

after calling this place home?

Hot, mostly.
(CHUCKLES)

Your heart beats faster there,
for sure.

- In a good way?
- I don't know.

Could you ever see yourself
living there again?

I don't know that, either.

But I am happy
to be here with you now,

showing you Montana.

I'm happy, too.

And I can see why
you love it here.

I really do. You can just...

hear yourself think, you know?

Do you ever wonder

if this was you
underneath it all?

The cowboy who likes the quiet.

All the time,
but I don't think it is.

I was happy, I know that.

It's just hard to figure out
what was me then

and what's me now.

Yeah. You did always
did love camping.

Well, you, too.

That's how we
first bonded, right?

Excuse me?

Over our incredible love of camping.
(LAUGHS)

- Is my memory off?
- Mm-hmm.

Oh, I'm thinking about
a different lady.

(CHUCKLES)
Can't keep track.

Oh, you were the one who
complained the entire time.

Only because you
kept me up all night.

I mean, every time
I tried to fall asleep,

you'd bust out
your Yogi Bear impression.

(IMITATING YOGI BEAR): What're
you talking about, Boo-Boo?

(BOTH LAUGH)

Good night, Michael.

Good night, Jane.

NARRATOR:
Ah, that fresh Montana air,

it helps you sleep so soundly.

(g*nsh*t)

OMG! I forgot about
those Montana g*ns!

What the hell
are you doing on my property?

The deal was you shut up,
get the bull and b*at it.

I-I am so sorry. We didn't
realize this was your property.

This isn't her property.
Your property ends

at that tree line over there.

I showed you the land records.

I don't take the word
of a thief.

Whoa! Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!
Can we maybe put the g*n down

and talk about this?

W-What do you mean, "thief"?

He stole my chickens.
Prize chickens.

I didn't.
Michael, shush...

I always knew he was shady.

Show up out of nowhere,
no history, no family.

I mean, he tells me his name's
Jason, tells you it's Michael.

Honestly, I don't even know
what you're doing with him,

unless... you're a thief, too.

You... He is not a thief,
and neither am I.

What makes you so sure?
Because I'm his wife.

And he lost his memory,
but he used to be

a detective, and he is
the best person I've known.

Decent and kind and
honest and always looking

to protect people
from getting hurt,

and trying to do
the right thing,

and taking care of everyone.

And so even though I don't know
what happened to your chickens,

I can say for a fact that
Michael was not responsible.

Right, Michael?

- Um... Actually, I was.
- What?

But I didn't steal them.
Bo ate them.

Why didn't you just say that?

I couldn't.
She would have sh*t my dog.

- I am sure she wouldn't...
- You got that right.

JANE: Stop pointing
that thing at things!

Come on, there's got
to be a solution

to this situation, right?

Like, uh, u-uh,

uh, what if Michael agrees
to replace your chickens?

Prize chickens.

Prize chickens. Right.

And in exchange,

you agree to not sh**t him
or his dog

if he accidentally trespasses
on your land.

What do you say?

We got a deal?

(WIND WHOOSHING)

♪ ♪

NARRATOR:
OMG, who's gonna blink first?

Fine. I'll give you
the benefit of the doubt.

But you better get me
some quality chickens,

not some scrawny old biddies.

And if that mutt

ever sets paw
on my property again,

I'll turn him into an area rug,
you hear?

(WHOOPS SOFTLY)

Well, I don't think I'll be
needing coffee this morning.

Thanks for standing up for me,

and for saying
those nice things.

You really feel
that way about me?

Of course. You know that.

Oh, who am I kidding?

I don't want to stay here
without you.

What?

I love you, Jane,

and these last two days
have only proven that to me,

that there's still
a connection here.

And if we're being honest...
Which we said we would be...

I don't want to do
long distance.

I want to be with you.

Move to Miami, and really try
to make this work.

No. I can't ask you to do that.

- You're not.
- You love Montana,

being able to hear
yourself think.

And... and you gave up
so much for me before.

Oh, I'd do the same for you now.

I'd do anything for you.

For us.

Now, I'll stay here
if this is too much too soon,

but I just want you to know,
that's where I'm at.

(PHONE CHIMES)

Oh, I-I'm just gonna...

NARRATOR:
Ah, finally some good timing.

- (LAUGHS): Hey.
- Wow.

Can't believe I'm shaking hands
with the salesman of the month.

Congrats, buddy.

Thank you. I was thinking

we could have a family dinner
to celebrate.

- Sounds perfect.
- MATEO: Yeah, come on, Michael!

All right.

So you're okay?

Yeah. I really am okay.

NARRATOR: And it was there,
standing in the silence,

that Jane realized
Michael was right.

She really could
hear herself think.

And friends, in that moment,
our heroine knew exactly

what she had to do.

Everything all right?

You've been out
there for a while.

You were right, Montana
is a good place for thinking.

And I've been thinking about
how much you've changed

and how much I've changed.

I mean, I used to be someone
who clung so tightly to a plan,

and then life threw me
all these crazy curveballs.

Losing you was the biggest,

(CRYING):
and hardest one of all.

I never thought
I'd get through it.

I mean, after that,
I... I had to learn

to let go of the plan a little.

And listen to my heart.

What's it telling you?

(SNIFFLES)

Mm, this whole t-trip,

I've been trying
to imagine a life with you.

But every time I did,

I felt guilty about Rafael.

And then, I suddenly realized

it's not guilt...

it's love.

The biggest change that happened
when you were gone

is that I fell in love
with Rafael.

And I'm still in love with him,
and that's not gonna change.

Michael,
what you and I had was...

It was.

(EXHALES)

But I guess our moment's passed.

I am so sorry.

Don't be.

This experience
with you on the ranch,

and over the last few weeks,

you gave me my life back.

I just want you to be happy.

NARRATOR: Michael,
you're k*lling me here.

I wish I knew how to quit you.

(SNIFFLES)

(ENGINE STARTS)

NARRATOR:
And so our heroine began

her long journey home.

As hard as it was
to leave Michael,

Jane knew exactly
where she was going,

exactly what she had to do,

and exactly
who she had to talk to.

What are you doing here?

I thought you were picking up
Mateo tomorrow, he's asleep.

I know.

And I also know that you're not
happy with me right now,

so this may not be the right
time, but I couldn't wait.

I know I put us both
through hell

because I didn't
tell Michael to leave.

You were right.

I had to explore it.
He was my husband.

And I-I think a part of that
was the past lingering

and part was shock

and part was having
to say good-bye again.

In a different way, which I did.

I said good-bye to Michael,
because I'm sure,

more sure than I've ever been
about anything,

that I want to be with you.

Forever.

You're my now, you're my
tomorrow, you're my always.

I'm sorry.

It's just...

It's too late.

Please, don't say that.

I just don't
trust you anymore, Jane.

And I can't go back.

NARRATOR: And it looks like
their moment passed, too.

And then he shut the door,
and that was it.

It's okay. I'm okay.

Wait, how come you actually
do seem all right?

Because it's not over.

You don't always lasso the bull
on the first try.

You got to keep swinging.

I'm gonna fight for him,

because Rafael is my destiny.