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Previously on "Will Trent"... I'm so sorry.

[ Flatline ] Mom? Mom, please!

Seth: Can we talk about your scan?

Unfortunately, this dark area is a tumor.

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

Don't do that. Don't call me Michael.

You think I'm gonna die.

Faith: What happened?!

I shot him.

You killed my brother, you asshole!

To Deedee.

♪

♪ Bury me in Georgia ♪

Announcer: Good afternoon, folks.

Welcome to the Jack Bose Invitational Rodeo,

celebrating the history of Black cowboys and cowgirls

who built this great country.

♪ When it's my day, put me in that clay ♪

We've got enough bull riding, calf roping,

and barrel racing to keep your skin tingling

till it's time for Christmas.

♪ Bury me in Georgia ♪

And leading off our grand entry

is rodeo legend Bernadette Flurry.

Y'all are truly in the presence of greatness.

Oh, damn it to hell.

Hey, something wrong with my boot.

It ain't working.

The boot right. Your foot wrong.

Give me that flask. It's a family show.

[ Scoffs ] You know I can ride anything.

Backwards and blindfolded.

[ Horse whinnies ]

Especially old Pancake.

Hey, Rooster.

Hey, take it easy with her, Rooster.

Mind your business.

Pancake ain't even your horse, you old washed-up ass.

Oh, oh, oh.

Oh, see, it ain't her fault you so damn ugly.

Get rough with that horse again,

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

What the hell's going on?

Why ain't she out there?

Get on the horse, Bernie. Come on.

Grab the flag. Do a lap around the ring.

Smile like you're having a good day.

And come on back.

Every day is a good day when you Bernadette Flurry.

Lord.

Announcer: Cowboys and cowgirls...

[Groans]

[ Announcer continues indistinctly ]

Get that drunk away from my horse.

Find another rider. She's done.

[ Horse neighing ]

Bernadette: Hey, what's wrong, girl?

[ Banging ]

Hey, hey, hey!

You leave her alone.

[ Cocks gun ] No, no!

I said leave her alone! Get away from her!

[ Gunshot ]

[ Clock ticking ]

[ Tings ]

[ Sighs ]

[ Chimes jingle ]

Dr. Roach: Be still, focus on your breath.

[ Ticking loudly ]

[ Gong rings ] Jesus!

[ Sighs ]

Obviously, this breathing crap is not working for you.

Just lie back down and tell me

where the pain is coming from.

[ Sighs ]

I still can't...

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

Where is the pain, like, in you?

I mean, emotions settle.

They find physical purchase and take hold.

So where in you do you feel the pain?

Well...

in my stomach mostly.

What does it feel like?

Like a bag of snakes.

Boiling hot snakes that are just slithering

and twisting up all my anger and sadness and fear.

It's twisting up so tightly, I-- I could

barely get a single breath in and I--

Here?

I did not consent to being touched.

Yes, you did. Read the paperwork.

How about you read-- Shh...

I'm putting my hands on your head.

It's boiling. Feel it.

What does it make you want to do?

I want to run.

♪

Away.

Anywhere. So I--

I'm not stuck in my--

my feelings and my memories, you know?

How's that tummy? Wait.

Can you not say tummy? You know, that's infantilizing.

And it's...

It's-- It's better.

It's actually much better. [ Chuckles ]

It'll come back. It just wants your attention.

That pain, it wants you to see it, to feel it.

To see it as part of you.

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

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

So you want me to hug my feelings?

[ Scoffs ] You think that's going to fix me?

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

I think the real question is,

do you want to be here?

Like in therapy? No.

Like on Earth.

Do you want to be alive, Will?

To be truly alive means we hold some

excitement for the future.

We take pleasure every day.

Go outside. Appreciate the world.

♪

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

[ Sighs ]

In the meantime...

Take three of these twice daily.

For optimism.

Can't wait.

[ Horse neighs ]

[ Horse nickers ]

Faith: Security footage outside showed

Bernadette Fleury riding off on a stolen horse.

[ Sighs ]

Can't track footsteps with all this hay.

[ Horse neighing, banging ]

[ Loud bang ]

Jesus. Dear God. [ Chuckles ] Not a fan of horses?

I prefer my animals Betty-sized.

All right, so there was a gunshot,

but I don't think it hit Pitchfork Mouth.

Here. Single shot.

You think it was warning?

Clearly the warning didn't work.

There had to be a struggle.

All right, so, uh, she lost her gun

and picked up a pitchfork. Why?

Does that really matter? That crazy woman killed him.

And you are...

Drummond Montcrief, stock contractor,

owner of the stolen horse.

Rooster McClatchey is my employee.

Was.

And I'm gonna have to ask you to remove yourself

from the active crime scene.

Oh, now I get eye contact.

♪

Something on your mind, Ace?

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

Best barrel racer you ever seen.

But lately, that drinking been getting out of control.

Now, she can be a prickly one.

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

We'll be the judge of that.

♪

Those some fancy boots.

It's not adding up.

♪

What, is that blood?

Hey, grab a sample of this for the lab.

How did the blood get that far?

There's no trail.

Maybe it's Miss Bernadette's.

She could be injured.

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

Drummond: And I'm going to tell you one thing for sure.

[ Crowd murmuring ] She murdered my man.

Yes. She did.

Bernadette Fleury is a no good, gutless killer.

And I want my horse back in one piece.

Man: Yeah.

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

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

[ Clamoring ]

They really are the worst.

Who?

People.

♪

[ Door opens ]

You look terrible.

Thanks. How's your tumor?

So good. Did Dr. Seth tell you that?

'Cause that's a HIPAA violation.

No, it was Mitchell because you told her.

Why didn't you tell me?

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

It is a big deal.

What's in the box?

My mother.

Your mom's still alive?

Pretty sure she didn't survive the cremation.

But was she recently alive?

Doesn't matter. Who cares? She's dead.

You're not. What's up with your brain?

I need surgery.

You schedule it?

No. Ormewood, why?

Why didn't you schedule it?

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

There's forms.

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

Okay. So you can do that. Because I'm scared, Angie!

Okay?

I'm scared.

It's-- It's in my brain.

I could die. That's not gonna happen.

That's not what the specialist said.

Oh, what kind of specialist?

Doesn't matter.

Fine. What's in the box?

Nothing. All business.

Okay. Suit yourself.

Ugh, his face! That's not his face.

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

Oh, God! Pete! Not--

Pete, how about a little warning next time?

That's so not cool. It's burned in my eyes forever. God.

No small talk, no warning.

This is James Webster.

He sustained fatal injuries after falling

from the roof of his building.

These items were found in his pockets.

Autopsy seems normal, but you're the detectives.

It's either push, fall, or jump.

♪

We need to find this woman before this mob does.

She's a fugitive on a horse.

It shouldn't be this hard.

We don't know the full story.

We have footage of her riding away

on a stolen horse,

and her prints are all over the pitchfork.

Yeah, but why steal a horse

that is too old to compete or breed?

And why put up a $10,000 reward? [ Scoffs ]

Well, maybe she took the horse to get away.

What do we know about the victim?

Rooster. He has a record. Minor drug stuff.

And for a ranch hand,

he was wearing very expensive gator boots.

I'll call the fashion police.

I'm already here.

[ Grunting ]

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

I'm trying to recreate the crime scene.

Oh, no. It doesn't make sense, no.

Wait, please don't move Rooster's body.

He was stabbed to death with a pitchfork.

Miss Bernadette had a gun.

She fired it. But she left it behind.

What I really can't figure out is

how did blood get on the post all the way over here?

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

Well, either she's guilty or she has information

that proves otherwise.

Bernadette has answers.

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

I do have somebody coming in

who can provide a different perspective.

What kind of perspective?

The female kind. Mm.

You know my Uncle Tom?

He took us to see Bill Pickett when I was a kid,

and it was the best time.

You grow up with these images of John Wayne

and Clint Eastwood in your head.

So seeing a Black rodeo, that was special.

And then, there was this woman

barrel racer I will never forget.

Her name was Ruby Steele.

Cherry red from boots to kerchief.

Braids down her back. She took those corners so fast.

Yeah, I remember Ruby Steel.

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

So you and Bernadette rode together?

We started together in the Black rodeo.

Worked our way up to the pro circuit.

If she put a fork in that guy's head,

I'd bet money he had it coming.

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

Bernie was tactical with that thing.

It sounds like you two were close.

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

Bernie was fearless. The best.

Mm.

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

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

The circuit wanted her gone.

Why?

Something happened.

It was in Hattiesburg.

We were out. This bull rider was chatting her up.

Next thing I know, they're gone.

She looked rough the next morning.

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

Yeah.

Okay.

I was the one who told her to report it.

What a dumbass I was.

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

And the circuit made her out to be a troublemaker.

Bernie tried to hang in.

That girl's got grit.

♪

Man: Pardon me, ma'am, [ Cocks gun ]

I'm gonna need that horse.

Whoa.

You sure you want to do that?

That reward's too much.

Afraid I ain't got no choice.

♪

Ormewood: We're so sorry for your loss, Danielle.

Doesn't feel real.

I'm sure. Do you have any reason

to believe that he might have taken his own life?

No. He was doing so much better.

What do you mean by that? Nothing.

My-- My husband was depressed during COVID,

but wasn't everyone?

Did you notice any unusual behavior, issues with finances,

or did he leave a note?

Is there anyone who would want to hurt him?

Never. He was the sweetest guy.

Our daughter, Kinsey, was the light of his life.

What do I even tell her?

He never got to say good-bye.

♪

[ Indistinct conversations ]

So, doesn't seem like push.

Could be fall. Could be jump.

Could be. Tim: Hey. It's your friendly neighborhood insurance agent.

You guys are on the Webster case, right?

Not now, Tim. The family are my clients.

No, don't. Ahh.

Believe me, I don't want to be here either.

It wrecks me to know when a client is hurting.

Anyway, you guys rent or own? Because I got some new rates

that will blow your wigs off.

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

I promised to help the Websters heal.

And that starts with giving them closure.

Been doing my own little investigation.

And I think you might want to see this.

It's a statement from a neighbor who heard

James have a massive breakdown four days before he died.

And in the spirit of transparency,

I brought his medical records.

He was on antidepressants?

It's devastating. You two been good otherwise?

Good-bye, Tim.

You can keep those.

So, feels like jump, right?

[ Sighs ]

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

Oh, she's going to Lone Oak.

I swear. She told me.

C-Can y'all hurry up here?

She is not going to Lone Oak.

I-I tried to get some sense into her,

but you know how women are right there.

Ow! Ow!

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

But there's a posse of dummies headed down

to Lone Oak right now.

...get there before I do.

Okay, so shirtless Murph said he saw her here.

Lone Oak is down here.

And Bernadette files her taxes from an address...

here.

In the opposite direction.

I'll drive.

Hey. Talked to Webster's widow.

How'd that go?

I think it's great that you

and your mom have become inseparable,

but I don't love the idea of eating lunch

while staring at the words "human remains."

Better? Not really.

Preview of coming attractions

if you don't schedule that surgery.

That's just mean.

Anyway, James and his daughter

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

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

James was so moved that he sobbed.

Those were tears of joy. Point for fall.

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

Point for jump. We're tied again.

The roof doesn't have cameras,

but I reached out to the neighbors.

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

Well, hello, my lovelies.

Look who it is. Josiah and Bon Bon.

Good afternoon, Detectives.

Well, well. Small world.

Mnh-mnh. My world is vast and filled with glitter.

Besides, I hear you need help settling your affairs

so that you can schedule this surgery.

Not a small world.

Vast and filled with glitter.

Look, I appreciate the concern,

but I've got it covered. Okay, thanks.

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

So I trust you've updated your

Military Survivor Benefit Plan. How about your VGLI?

Surely you firmed up your burial plans with the VA.

You guys are real downers. Michael Ormewood,

this is about you making some decisions

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

The last thing you want

is someone else picking out your final looks.

Well, I want a military funeral,

so I guess I'll wear my dress blues.

Hmm.

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

I wish I could help you,

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

That's been six years.

Okay, I see. What about Pancake?

No, sir. I've never seen Pancake.

What do you think, Mitchell?

You know, I just have this strange feeling

that there was a horse in this house.

[ Flies buzzing ]

Tifton: God, I hope that's mud.

I don't know what to say.

Okay, Mr. Callaway, I know you haven't seen

or spoken to Miss Bernadette,

but I'd like to give you my number

because I think she could use some help.

I'd like to hear her side of the story

before she gets shot off that horse.

♪

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

♪

[ Cell phone rings ]

Will: Trent. Bernadette: Leave Callaway alone.

His place is nasty anyways.

Bernadette Flurry, is that you?

Indeed. And old Pancake.

Look at you with your good manners.

Say hello to the humans on the phone.

You're on speaker with my partner, Faith Mitchell.

We want to help.

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

What, you think I squat with my spurs on?

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

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

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

Look, I get it.

I don't know how you trust anyone

after what happened in Hattiesburg.

I forgot who I was for a long time,

and now I'm starting to remember again.

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

You aren't injured, are you?

No. I'm fine. All things considered.

Then that blood on the post back at the stable,

that isn't yours.

There's another variable at that crime scene.

[ Scoffs ] Variable?

More like asshole.

Here's what I think happened.

You heard Pancake in distress.

[ Neighing ]

Which is why you went to the stall.

Come on now, Pancake. Come on now.

Found Rooster there.

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

I don't like when people hurt horses.

What you doing here, Bernie?

Get off of her!

You could have handled Rooster on your own.

That second guy must have come in hot on your heels.

Get off! Oh! [ Grunting ]

[ Gunshot, horse neighs ]

Gunshot startled Pancake.

You used that opportunity to break loose. How?

I stomped on his toes.

Then, you know, I cracked him in his nose.

[ Groaning ]

Faith: That explains the blood on the post.

Then things took a turn.

He went for his gun. You had no choice.

[ Grunts ]

[ Pitchfork plunges ]

That's a ripping good yarn.

I still ain't coming in, though. See, this might end badly.

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

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

I think I heard water. Did you get that?

No.

[ Gunshot ]

♪

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

No. Oh. Hey, Amanda, watch where you're stepping.

There's manure everywhere.

We got the blood samples back from the lab.

DNA from the barn post does not belong to Rooster.

It's another man's. That must be Broken Nose.

Mm. You know, I found this place called Goodwill Ranch

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

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

Great. Let's go. Here.

Here, take this.

♪

No, here, I can't breathe. Help me out.

Ahh.

Oh! [ Breathing heavily ]

Those buttons deserve a medal of honor.

Child, I kick my face every Saturday night

in a corset and stilettos. Where's my commendation?

Hey, this is weird.

Webster put a bird feeder on his credit card

on the morning he died. Wait a minute.

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

You think he was trying to hang it up there?

Fell. There was no bird feeder at the scene, so jumped.

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

Seam ripper.

Advanced Directive?

Yeah. Resuscitate me. Uh, unless I'm brain dead.

Then pull the plug. After a week.

Give it a second.

[ Snaps fingers ] Pants, too.

[ Laughs ] Very nice.

Here. Phew.

See what I did here?

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

Okay.

I don't mean to pry,

but what's the deal with the human remains?

It's my mother.

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

I'm sorry.

Were you two close? No.

Now I understand why you're so involved

with your partner's affairs.

It's transparence.

She means transference.

Stop nit poking.

Honey, it's nitpicking.

No one in the world says nit poking.

Bitch, I will poke you with these pins.

I wish a Bon Bon would.

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

Uh, 50/50, Max and Cooper.

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

Unless they're in college. Noted.

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

Lame. You could have a service.

I don't think so.

Why not? It might be lethargic.

That would be cathartic.

Can I live, please?

Well, Michael, we got a lot done today.

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

Now, how many of us can say that?

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

but I choose to believe that this is not your time

and all of this is all for naught.

Thank you.

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

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

Whoa! [ Chuckles ] There it is.

[ Owl hooting ]

Get out of here, bear!

[ Hooting continues ]

You have to yell at the bear.

Be assertive.

[ Chuckles ] Okay.

Ugh. What are you doing?

Seeing a new therapist.

And, uh, these are my optimism drops.

Oh. Are they working?

No. They don't. They won't.

And they taste terrible.

[ Hooting continues ]

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

He wanted to kill me.

And for a second, I wish he did.

Hey.

You know the incredible thing about God?

Come on, Faith. Please.

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

We're human.

We're always going to make mistakes.

But the goal is not to be perfect.

The goal is to be good.

We help people, Will.

We're going to help Bernadette.

We're going to keep stacking on those good deeds

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

[ Horse neighing ]

♪

Miss Bernadette.

Come on out. It's the GBI.

We want to help.

Will Trent. Faith Mitchell.

I saw y'all camping out there all night.

Nice little fire. Put your guns down.

Come inside. Get some breakfast.

I'm very sorry about Callaway,

but we need to go.

What do you see when you look at her?

Large nostrils and a gummy smile?

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

I see a partner, an athlete, a friend.

More heart and grit and smarts than you or me.

Come closer. No, I'm--

I'm fine right here.

She ain't gonna hurt you.

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

Just be yourself.

Come on.

Come on, feel that.

♪

[ Horse nickers ]

Her heartbeat. Mm-hmm.

Her heart beats fast. She been pawing the ground.

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

What does that mean? Something's wrong with her stomach.

Maybe backed up.

♪

Agent, why are you over here molesting the manure?

I think I know what Broken Nose is after.

What's that?

Packet of drugs. Probably cocaine.

They put that mess in Pancake?

That rat bastard-- [ Gunshot ]

Ah! Ohh! Ohh! Come on.

[ Horse neighs ]

We need to find better cover.

You see where those shots came from?

Over there at the tree line.

What's the plan?

Work in progress.

[ Gunshots ]

Oh!

Oof.

[ Gunshot ricochets ]

[ Gunshot ]

[ Gunshot ]

[ Horse neighs ]

[ Gunshots continue ]

GBI. Drop your weapon!

♪

Faith! I'm good.

[ Horse neighs ]

Hey. Can you walk?

Uh, I need help. Come on.

Broken Nose is down.

I got no bars up here.

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

You go. I'll keep her safe.

Well, it's just a very large animal.

You got this, Will. I believe in you.

Go with Pancake.

Tim. Buddy, can you see the screen?

Yeah. That's good. Good.

Because I don't want you to miss this.

Okay, so that's you.

And that is the bird feeder James was trying to hang

when he slipped and fell. Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

Yeah, I called your office. Talked to a chatty receptionist.

Apparently, if James' claim's denied,

you get a nice little bonus.

Oh, guys, I can explain. No, I think we got it.

You stole the bird feeder to make it look like

James' death was a suicide.

On your feet, big guy.

What? Let's go.

You're under arrest for tampering with evidence

and interfering with an active police investigation.

You got him?

[ Sighs ]

Not a bad day. Yeah.

Hey.

I'm sorry about your mom.

You want to talk about it?

Nah.

I'm gonna hit a meeting.

You?

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

Good.

Good luck.

Thanks.

♪

Just like walking Betty.

A huge, incredibly strong Betty.

Good horse. Good horsey.

Come on, girl.

You gotta keep going, okay?

Come on. I know you're tired, okay.

Just...

Uh, giddyup?

Okay.

See the problem,

look at it,

give it a hug.

♪

Hey, girl,

I know you're not feeling well.

All right? But we need to keep going.

Yeah. Okay?

I want you to see Miss Bernadette again.

Okay? So, uh, what do you say, huh, girl?

Can we do that?

You think you can find the strength, huh?

That a yes?

You know, you want some optimism?

I know I can use some.

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

Mm. There you go. There you go.

Just try a little bit. Yep. Tastes terrible.

Supposedly works.

[ Chuckles ] Yeah. Look at us.

Just a couple of optimists, huh?

What do you say we get to hoofing?

Come on.

Llamada de Amanda. Llamada de Amanda.

Amanda. I'm with Pancake.

Broken Nose is dead.

Miss Bernadette, she got a superficial wound.

She's back at the ranch with Faith.

They need a medevac, but this horse--

this horse is sick. We need a vet ASAP.

[ Pancake groans ]

No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.

Hey, no, no.

Don't give up now. Hey, you can't give up now.

Come on, girl.

You're okay. You're okay.

Please, please be okay.

You listen to me, Pancake.

You and me, we're gonna make a deal.

All right? If you live, I live.

All right? We're gonna be all right.

And we're gonna get through this

because we're choosing to be alive, okay?

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

♪

[ TV playing sports ] Cooper: Why do you even watch sports?

It's not like you can play them.

Max: [ Scoffs ] I can beat you.

Dad said to take it easy on you.

No, he didn't.

♪

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

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

so I should be back to myself pretty quick.

So you'll be okay?

Of course, Max. I'm a cop,

so there's a chance something could happen to me every day.

But that's no way to think.

What about you, Coop? Do you have any questions?

One-- how good are these surgeons?

Two-- do you have any data on the procedure,

and if so, would you mind telling us?

Three-- does it hurt like my appendix did?

And if so, can it burst?

You really wrote all that down?

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

I'm not hiding anything from you.

Trust me. Okay.

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

Told you not to play flag football.

Well, it's kind of like that.

It feels different.

This is your head.

I know, I know, it is different.

It's...

It's scary, but I think it's going to be okay.

Okay? No matter what happens, we'll face it together.

Hey, you.

You okay, Max?

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

I don't know. I'll-- I'll find somebody.

It's... No way. I'm doing it.

I'll pick you up. I got you, Dad.

Well, since you just got your license,

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

okay.

♪

♪ All my so-called friends ♪

Make mine a double.

Straight gin. Your favorite, Ma.

Maybe I should put some lemonade in it

like you used to do for me.

♪

♪ When I fell, when I fell ♪

♪ You know, you know I just have to keep on track ♪

♪

Okay.

Real subtle.

It's fine. I'm leaving anyway.

Man: I didn't even look at her. This is why I don't go out.

You don't go out 'cause you're broke. You're jealous of any girl that looks my way.

No. You went to the bathroom

'cause you didn't want to pay for the check.

Okay, I didn't want to pay the check.

You're just like my deadbeat dad.

♪

Ma, I think I remember you saying you wanted to rest

in a body of water. So this is the best I can do.

Much like your parenting.

♪ We've lived in bars and danced on the tables ♪

[ Toilet flushing ]

♪ Hotels, trains, and ships that sail ♪

♪ We swim with sharks and fly with airplanes in the air ♪

[ Sobbing ]

I'm sorry.

Oh, God.

♪ The marching wheelchair ♪

♪ Open the blankets and give them some air ♪

♪ So tonight... ♪

I'm so sorry.

♪ The light in the dark of the innocence of man ♪

♪

No. No.

You don't get to keep ruining my life.

♪

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

Someone must have been worse to you.

But the cycle stops with me.

♪ We know your house so very well ♪

[ Exhales deeply ]

♪

♪ We will wake once we've walked up your stairs ♪

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

my poor, dear, beautiful, terrible mother.

Godspeed.

♪ We're so glad you have come back ♪

♪ Never have we caught a glimpse of this man ♪

♪ We know your house so very well ♪

♪

♪ We will bust down your door if you're not there ♪

Man, I can't believe Drummond was using

our rodeo to move drugs.

Bro done turned a horse into a mule.

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

Well, we all end up where we belong.

Ain't that right, Pancake?

Hey, girl.

You held up our deal.

Saved both of our lives.

So I brought you a little treat.

Don't go spoiling her.

There's only room for one diva around here.

How's she feeling?

Good. Thanks to her new friend.

And my leg is feeling good, too.

Thanks for asking.

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

Life of a cowgirl.

So when we gonna get you up on a horse?

Whoa! [ Chuckles ]

Pony steps, Miss Bernadette. Pony steps.

Now, you know you've been hanging around the rodeo

a little bit too long.

[ Laughs ] Why don't you help me up on Pancake?

Okay. Come on, girl.

We got a full house tonight, Bernie.

Mm-hmm. You gonna have to bring it.

Well, you know how we do.

♪

So long, cowboy.

Announcer: We'd now like to invite you all...

Okay. Let's go, girl. [ Clicks tongue ]

...barrel turning legend herself,

Miss Bernadette Flurry and her horse, Pancake.

[ Cheers and applause ]

Go get em, ladies.

♪