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Previously, on "Heartland"...

Ty...

Why don't you get your butt home where you belong?

Don't you tell me where my butt belongs.

Glad to hear that, for the most part,

the kids were well-behaved.

Her date is really cute and really rich.

He goes to some private school--

frat boy.

Are you, uh, ready to go?

It's already had almost 3,000 hits.

You're famous.

I didn't ask for this to happen.

Of all the people I know, you're

more than capable of dealing.

I don't think you should go in there.

Mallory, I just have to go take

a look at Mr. Hanley's horses.

What about-- you know what they say about this place.

What?

All those stupid ghost stories?

Don't worry about it, okay? I'll be right back.

Amy, have you ever seen a scary movie?

You are never supposed to say, "I'll be right back."

People who say, "I'll be right back," never come back.

I'll be right back.

Hello?

Hello?

Mr. Hanley?

Miss Fleming, I've been watching you--

Oh.

...on the internet.

Saw you save that horse.

Very impressive.

Thank you.

I'm glad you came.

You see, there's something very wrong with the horses.

What seems to be the problem?

Every night it's the same--

neighing, hooves banging against stall doors.

In the morning, the horses are so worked up,

no one can ride them.

I've already lost four boarders, and I

can't afford to lose any more.

Do you think you can help me?

Well, um...

I'll see what I can do.

But it could be a range of issues.

Leave you to it then.

Mr. Hanley...

Um...

I can't stay, but I'll come back tomorrow.

[sneeze]

Mr. Hanley?

Is that you?

Mallory, you scared me.

I scared you?

Can we go now?

We were supposed to meet Ty, like, 10 minutes ago.

Plus, this place is giving the serious creeps.

Yeah, let's go.

I heard he lost his mind, so he murdered his wife.

And her body is hidden upstairs in the loft.

Okay, guys, Mr. Hanley might be a bit eccentric,

but he's definitely not a murderer.

- Whoa, who's Mr. Hanley? - Who's Mr. Hanley?

Are you serious?

Mr. Hanley's barn is Hudson's favorite ghost story.

It's practically camp fire 101 in these parts.

See, the original barn burnt down in the 1940s.

And they're used to be a stable hand that worked there.

He was supposedly homeless and drifted from town to town.

But this job would be his last,

because one night when he was fast asleep,

the barn burnt down to the ground.

And not only did all the horses die,

but so did the stable hand.

And then a few years after the fire,

Mr. Hanley's family moved into the farm.

And well, they built a new barn on the exact same spot

where the old one stood.

And let me guess, it's now haunted by the ghost

of the stable hand.

That's right.

They call him the drifter.

He wears a long, black coat.

But if you take the hood down, he has no face,

because it burnt right off.

Okay, Mallory, no one really believes that story, okay?

At least no one in their right mind.

Woo, that's some real bad weather blowing in.

Hey, guys.

♪♪ [Jenn Grant's Dreamer playing]

♪ And at the break of day ♪

♪ you sank into your dream ♪

♪ you dreamer ♪

♪ oh, oh, oh... ♪

♪ You dreamer ♪

♪ you dreamer ♪

I can't thank you enough for letting me use your kitchen.

It's not a problem, so long as we get a jar

of that famous jam of yours.

I'll make sure you get the best of the batch.

And Lou here, she'll be happy to help

you out with the canning.

I will?

That is so nice of you, dear.

It'll be so much fun to spend the whole day together.

The whole day?

Aren't you coming inside, Mrs. Bell?

Oh, no, I've got to go get the rest of the strawberries.

There's more?

Oh, yes, dear.

And by the time the strawberries are done,

the saskatoons will be ripe for the picking.

Come on.

Thanks again, Jack.

Yeah, thanks, Jack.

Thanks.

- Hi, Ty. - Badger.

You know these apples are rotten, right?

That's because they're for the horses.

What are you doing here?

What, no hug?

[horses neighing]

Hey, boy, you're okay.

[floor creaking]

It's all right.

It's probably just a squirrel.

[chains dragging]

A really big squirrel, wearing chains.

It's okay.

It's just the wind.

So I arrive in Denver at 11:00.

We'll just meet at the gate, right?

No, no plans this time.

Yeah, just the whole day together.

All right, I can't wait to see you.

Bye.

Denver?

Yeah.

Colorado?

Yes.

Peter's been traveling a lot lately for work,

and he has a layover in Denver.

So we're going to go spend the day together before he

flies off to Louisiana.

Doesn't that seem like an awful long way

to go just to spend the day?

Actually, I'm looking forward to it.

Be careful.

"Be careful," as in wear sunscreen,

or "be careful," as in you don't approve of cross-border dating?

I just means that Denver is an awful long way away,

and I want you to be careful.

Does Clint know you're here?

Yeah, he dropped me off, told me to have a good time.

So you ran away?

More of a vacation.

Do you have any idea what they do to kids

on probation who run away?

Hey, I'm talking to you, man.

You think your group home's bad?

Wait till you see what they lock you up in now.

So call Clint.

What are you waiting for?

You don't drop that attitude, man, that's

exactly what I'm going to do.

Must be nice, being all superior,

like you got everything figured out.

I think I liked you better when you didn't talk.

Wait, Ty, I just need a place to spend the night.

After that, if you want, you'll never hear from me again.

Just-- just please don't tell anyone.

It's okay.

It's okay.

Hey, I know.

I wouldn't want to go in there either.

Come on, Levon.

You know as well as I do, nobody's going

to make you a better offer.

Now why you waiting for the bank to foreclose when you

could sell it to me right now?

You get off my property.

No need to get hostile--

just trying to be a good neighbor.

Leave.

You have yourself a good day.

Any luck with the horses?

Um, well, these things, they do take time.

The horses, they seem--

I don't know-- spooked.

Look, I know people talk about this place.

I've heard the stories.

But this is my home.

And I need people to board their horses here,

or I'm going to lose it.

So I need you to let me know there's some kind of hope

here-- some kind of rational explanation for all this.

I'm going to do everything I can.

I promise.

Badger, is that you?

Mallory?

Hey.

Wow, you look so--

What are you doing?

Oh, just messing around.

You're an artist?

No, I suck.

Can I see?

It's, uh, not very good.

You're right, It's not very good.

It's incredible.

You think so?

Yeah, I do.

So how's Tara?

Who?

Tara-- the girl you were--

Oh, uh, I don't know.

I mean, haven't seen her for a little while.

Oh.

Great.

Probably ratted me out.

Clint, what brings you all the way up here?

Hope you're not checking up on me.

Badger ran away, and I had a hunch

he might be headed out way.

Really?

Ty, if he's here, I got to know.

It's for his own good.

I can't help the boy if I don't know where he is.

Um, he was here.

He actually just left-- said something about hitchhiking

to the bus station.

He couldn't have gotten far.

I'll come with you.

Oh, hey, Mallory, you're just in time.

Grab a ladle.

Mrs. Bell could really use your help with this canning.

No can do.

I got places to go and horses to ride.

Hey, Mrs. Bell.

Hello, dear.

[whispers] come on.

Help me out.

If I have to hear one more story about Sugarfoot,

I'm going to get diabetes.

No.

Mallory.

Just like a teenager--

eat you out of house and home.

Yeah.

Reminds me of my Sugarfoot.

Did I ever tell you about the time

he got his head caught in the refrigerator?

No, and I can't wait to hear all about it.

It all started when--

[whispers] --in very excruciating detail.

Hey.

I got you water, yogurt, and a pack of sour cream.

Sorry.

I guess I panicked.

Thanks, Mallory.

You're awesome.

So where you going to go?

I don't know yet.

But wherever I end up, I hope there's

a really big baked potato.

Am I ever going to see you again?

Count on it.

[floor creaking]

Looking for something, Miss Fleming?

Um, actually, I was just looking for you.

I was thinking, you know, the horses seem worked up at night.

It might be because they're eating too many carbohydrates.

I've already been through this with the vet.

It's not the feed.

It's something else.

I don't know what to tell you, Mr. Hanley.

I mean, yes, the horses do seem a little antsy.

But other than that, they're fine.

Perhaps you should come back here this evening

and see for yourself what I'm dealing with.

Here at night?

Um, well, I don't know.

I'd have to ask my grandpa.

Do that.

Oh, one more thing--

the loft is strictly off-limits.

He's sitting in your section.

What am I supposed to say?

Tell him I'm cleaning the bathroom.

He's never going to believe that.

Make something up.

Tell him I have the flu or jury duty.

I don't care.

I can't deal with him right now, okay?

Hey, Caleb, what'll it be?

No offense, Soraya, I was sort of hoping somebody else

would be serving me today.

Right, Ashley-- she would.

She's just cleaning the bathroom.

Yeah, I bet.

Whatever.

Look, maybe you just need to give Ashley some more time.

I have given that girl all the time in the world.

What do I get in return?

She goes to the school dance with some frat boy.

Drive you crazy, huh?

No.

Well, come on. Admit it.

It did a little bit.

Okay, maybe a very little.

So what are you waiting for?

I mean, just tell her how you feel.

How am I supposed to do that?

She won't even talk to me.

Well, you have to wait for the right moment

and then say something sweet and smile that smile of yours,

and everything will be okay again.

You'll.

See

You know, the truth is, things between me

and Ashley have never really been okay.

I'd be better off forgetting the whole thing.

I don't know, Amy.

Spending the night at the Hanley farm

doesn't seem like a very good idea.

Well, I wouldn't have to spend the whole night,

Grandpa-- just until I find out what's wrong with the horses.

If I said, yes--

and that's a mighty big "if"--

I don't want you there all alone.

I'm sure Ty would come with me.

Exactly what I was afraid of.

Grandpa, I'm not a kid anymore, okay?

I'm 17 years old, and I think I'm responsible enough

to handle this.

Mr. Hanley hired me to find out what's wrong with his horses.

And well, I can't do my job unless I

can watch them overnight.

Please?

So let me get this straight, you're allowed to spend

the whole night unsupervised in a haunted barn with the ranch

hand slash former juvenile delinquent

slash your boyfriend?

Meanwhile, every time I so much as mention Peter--

my stable and gainfully employed BF by my dad and Mrs. Bell--

Grandpa basically reaches for his shotgun.

My father didn't approve of my first beau either.

Do you mean Mr. Bell?

Oh, no, dear.

I had many sweethearts before Mr. Bell came along.

There was one boy in particular--

I gave him a jar of my jam.

I think that's why he fell in love with me.

Must be some pretty good jam.

He returned the empty jar to me with a butterfly inside.

That is so romantic.

So what happened?

It was quite the romance.

We nearly got married.

But it didn't work out in the end.

That was a very long time ago.

But every year around canning season,

I find myself thinking about that boy.

and his silly butterfly.

I got it, Jack.

Where you been?

Out.

I had some stuff to do.

I think I saw that boy Badger down by the pond earlier.

Is everything all right?

He took off.

I tried talking to him, but he wouldn't listen to me.

Here.

Well, a kid like that's got to be dealing with a lot--

things a boy his age shouldn't have to, I reckon.

Yeah, well, he's Clint's problem now, not mine.

Maybe so.

But if he's here, he came back for a reason.

And I'm betting it's not because he misses Lou's cooking.

Look, if he wanted my help, then why didn't he ask for it?

Well, maybe you were too busy talking, were you?

You don't understand, Jack, okay?

He's different now.

He's got all this attitude and--

Reminds me of someone I know.

Can you hear me now?

Can you hear me now?

Hello?

Hello?

Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you.

Jake, I can't talk right now.

Hey, you didn't forget about our plans, did you?

No, of course not.

I just got sidetracked.

Do you mind if we go riding tomorrow instead?

Okay.

Good.

Great, I'll see you then.

Okay.

2:00?

Don't be late.

I won't.

Badger?

I can barely hear you.

Amy, you can't stay overnight at the Hanley barn.

I get it, Mallory.

I'm just a little too old to believe in ghost stories.

No, you don't understand.

Remember when we used to volunteer at the town archives?

There really was a stable hand that died in the fire.

Okay.

And even if it were true, it doesn't

mean the barn's haunted.

But there's official city documents saying that the cause

of the fire was arson.

So?

So that means the story's true--

that the stable hand fell in love

with the farmer's daughter.

But the farmer didn't approve.

So one night while the drifter was fast asleep in the loft--

He set fire to the barn.

We've all heard it a million times.

Million times.

They say the drifter doesn't know he's dead,

so he haunts the barn waiting for the farmer's

daughter to come back to him.

What do you think, Mrs. Bell?

Do you believe in ghosts?

In my experience, it's not the houses

and the barns that are haunted.

It's the people who live inside them.

Ty?

You know, Grandpa told me what happened,

and it's not your fault that Badger ran away.

I just hope he's okay.

Hey, I know this is really bad timing,

but I kind of have a favor to ask of you.

Yeah, sure, anything.

Well, before you say that, you should probably know

it involves a haunted barn.

How many flashlights do you think we're going to need?

Well, I just want to be safe than sorry.

Sure you're not letting Mallory's stories get to you?

I can't believe you guys are actually

going through with this. Yeah.

I mean, it's not like I believe in ghost stories or anything.

But Mr. Hanley comes in here a couple times a month,

and he seems a little bit crazy.

Oh, my god, the last time he was in here, he bought an axe.

You guys, stop, okay?

Mr. Hanley is not crazy.

And his barn is not haunted.

Come on, Ty.

Let's go.

This is so "Texas Chainsaw Massacre."

- Man, I love that movie. - Me, too.

But I had to rent it twice, because the first time,

I watched it like this.

What time does your shift end tonight?

Um, in about half an hour.

Why?

Thinking maybe we should go check out just how

Amityville that barn really is.

What do you say?

're on.

Mrs. Bell left something for you there.

Oh, I've been waiting all day for this.

As far as I'm concerned, Mrs. Bell makes the best

jam in the whole darn country.

Correction, Mrs. Bell and Lou Fleming

make the best jam in the whole darn country.

You know, I know I was hesitant about this whole jam-making

thing, but I'm starting to see some serious business

potential here.

What?

No. I mean it.

I mean, Mrs. Bell's jam could be the first in a whole line

of Heartland country products.

I mean, tourists go crazy for this stuff.

Don't You already have enough on your plate?

What do you mean "enough on my plate"?

It's just that you're so busy these days,

what with the dude ranch and flying off to God knows where.

I am going away with Peter for the day.

What is the big deal?

Well, it's a little unusual, don't you think?

Most folks tend to date a little closer to home.

No, you know what's unusual?

You letting Amy spend the night with Ty in the Hanley barn.

Amy is a responsible girl.

I trust her.

Oh, and I'm not?

I don't know why people think this place is haunted?

Are you sure you want to go through with this?

You're not afraid, are you?

No way.

Lions and tigers and bears--

You stop that, or I'm going to leave you here.

Oh, I can see how someone who's afraid might think that.

You shut up.

I'm not going anywhere, okay?

Besides, getting the chance to spend the whole night alone

with you [inaudible].

You know, somehow I pictured spending

the night in the haunted barn to be a lot less--

Boring, I know.

It's kind of romantic, in theory?

It is?

Old, dark barn, thunderstorm, hidden dangers

lurking around every corner--

The smell of manure.

Oh, god, kiss me.

[ghostly whispers]

Did you hear that?

Yeah.

[horses neighing]

[ghostly whispers]

Hello?

[ghostly whispers]

Here's Johnny.

Caleb, you are such a jerk.

Oh, man, you guys should have seen your faces.

Soraya.

I couldn't resist.

Yeah, real funny, guys.

Please tell me that's Mr. Hanley.

Should we run?

Don't worry, I got an axe.

It's better than a hook.

Boo.

You guys are so easy.

Mallory, it's late.

What are you doing here?

Do you believe in love at first sight?

Yeah, I guess I do.

What about love at second sight?

Um, I don't know.

Why?

Because I have this friend.

And when I say "friend," I'm actually

talking about a friend, unlike when people say "friend"

and they're really talking about themselves.

No, this is a real friend.

I could show you a picture of her if you want.

She's super pretty.

Yeah, Mallory, I get it.

Okay.

So this friend just met this guy for a second time.

And she can't stop thinking about him,

although he's totally wrong for her.

And nobody would approve, especially not her parents.

She can't help it.

It's like, every time she closes her eyes, he's there.

So what should she do?

Well, if this friend really likes this guy,

then maybe she shouldn't worry so much

about what other people think.

You know?

I mean, you can change someone's mind,

but you can't change your own heart.

Thanks, Lou.

I have to go do something important

that's completely unrelated to what

we were just talking about.

Right.

So this is the famous Hanley barn.

Let's go check out the loft.

No, Ashley.

Ashley, please.

Look, guys, if Mr. Hanley comes and finds you here,

he's going to tell my grandpa, and he'll never trust me again.

Please, just go.

Yeah, come on, guys.

Party's over.

Okay.

Let's leave Ty and Amy alone to horse watch.

Caleb.

Caleb, remember that right moment I

was talking to you about?

Go.

Go.

Well, you haven't kicked me out of the car yet,

so that's a pretty good sign.

So did you have a nice night with Soraya?

Yeah, that was awesome.

Wait a second.

You followed me and Soraya out here, didn't you?

No.

You're jealous.

No.

Soraya's jealous of me.

Right, because you work for her mom, you

live in a trailer-- my trailer.

She's definitely the jealous one.

So what, now you're defending her?

She's my friend.

Yeah, I can see that.

Jealous.

Okay, now I'm kicking you out of my car.

It's too late now.

Looks like you're stuck with me.

Whoa, what, what?

There's someone out there.

I don't see anyone.

Just forget it.

Let's just get out of here, okay?

Okay.

You know, I don't get it.

We've been here for, what, over three hours.

And the horses seem fine, even in the storm.

Maybe everyone's right.

Maybe Mr. Hanley is just a crazy old man.

There's a breaker box in the front.

I'll be right back.

All right. [floors creaking]

Caleb?

Come on, man.

Anyone there?

Hello?

Amy.

Amy.

Amy.

Amy.

What?

Uh, nothing.

I--

Ty, Ty, look at this.

See this grave?

This is the grave of those horses who died in the fire.

And look at the date--

1942.

Check out this one--

Thomas Ritter.

So?

So he died the same year the horses did in the fire.

This must be the grave of--

The drifter.

Yes.

You know, maybe Mallory was right.

Maybe those stories are true.

Or maybe it's just a coincidence.

Come on.

Let's get inside before this storm gets any worse.

You okay?

Yeah.

I just-- I feel kind of silly.

I don't know.

I'm just letting this place get to me.

[floors creaking]

There's definitely something up there.

There's something.

Hello?

Careful.

Mallory.

Hey, guys. Pretty crazy weather, huh?

What are you doing here?

I think we found our ghost.

Wait.

Why? So you can call Clint again?

I didn't call him.

He just showed up.

Yeah, right.

Badger.

So you're the one who's been messing with my horses.

No, Mr. Hanley, look, these are my friends.

They didn't touch your horses, I swear.

I saw flashlights upstairs.

I thought I told you, the loft's off-limits.

There's dry rot.

The floor's not safe.

And what is this-- a party?

I'm really sorry.

They were just leaving.

I hope I didn't make a mistake hiring you, Miss Fleming.

Mallory, Badger, get in the truck.

I'm sorry, Ty.

I don't want to hear it.

Now get in the truck.

[crashing]

Badger, take Mallory and go.

[horses kicking and neighing]

Ty, I have to let the horses out.

I'm going with you.

Easy, [inaudible].

You were here yesterday talking with Mr. Hanley.

Get off of me.

Not till you tell me what you're doing here.

It's a glycogen loader.

What's that?

It's like a sugar bomb used for race horses

to energize them.

You have been putting them in Mr. Hanley's horses' feed.

It's why they've been so antsy.

Get off of me.

Mr. Hanley could have lost his business because of you--

his home.

The sooner he leaves, the better.

Wait.

Have you got something to tell me?

Why?

Oh, I'm just glad to hear you're okay.

All right.

You come home soon.

Bye.

That was Amy.

Sounds like they had quite the night.

But she's okay.

You were up all night worrying about her, weren't you?

No.

She's all right.

And I guess that's all that matters.

Well, like you said, she's a responsible girl.

Uh, look, Lou--

Lou, I know it might seem like sometimes I'm too easy on Amy.

It's just that she reminds me so damn much of your mom.

And if I'm too hard on you, it's because you remind me--

Great, I remind you of Dad.

I get it.

Actually, I was going to say that you remind me of me.

You're sure stubborn like me and independent.

And so independent that I wonder how long it's

going to be before you go flying off

to New York or Denver or, god forbid, Toronto and never

come back.

As for Peter, it's not that I don't approve.

It's just, well, I don't want him to take you away.

That's all.

Grandpa, no one is taking me away.

Okay?

Promise.

Don't you make promises you can't keep.

And that will be the last time I ever tell you what to do.

Don't you make promises you can't keep.

Hey, Grandpa?

Yeah?

Can I get a ride to the airport?

Maybe you could put a good word in for me with Clint--

you know, soften him up a bit.

Well, that depends.

You going to tell me what happened?

This whole running away thing, I didn't plan it.

I just felt like going home--

my real home.

I'm just a visitor.

I take it it didn't work out so well.

No.

When I got there, the place was empty.

My parents had moved.

They didn't even bother to send their forwarding address.

After that, I couldn't go back to that group home.

So I cam here.

I know-- stupid.

No, it wasn't stupid.

But next time things get really bad, you come here

and cool off for a few days.

No more running away, okay?

And no more hiding out in haunted barns.

Clint's going to kill me, isn't he?

I wouldn't worry about Clint.

He's all about eye contact.

Just look him in the eyes.

Start with something like, I'm truly sorry for what I've done.

Recently, I've made some very bad choices.

And I realize there will be re--

repercussions.

But if you give me a second chance,

I promise to make better decisions and work

towards improving my future.

Well, I'm glad you understand the gravity of the situation.

Running away-- I mean, as you know,

that's a very serious offense.

However, I am impressed by the mature attitude

that you've demonstrated here today, so duly noted.

Clearly, this experience has taught you something important.

I waited for you at Cleardale Ridge.

You never came.

Ah, Jake, I'm so sorry.

I totally forgot.

I'll make it up to you.

Um, we can go get some ice cream this afternoon, my treat.

You know, I don't think so.

I actually have a pretty busy afternoon.

But you have a good day now.

Jake, wait.

I don't have any more time left to wait for you, Mallory.

Brent's been after me to sell this place for years.

Guess he got tired of waiting.

The good news is, the horses are going to be fine.

Wish I could say the same about this place.

Fact is, I've been facing foreclosure long before Brent's

little [inaudible].

He just sped things along.

Mr. Hanley, I'm going to recommend

you on our Heartland website.

We get a ton of hits.

And I'm sure it'll fill up your stable.

Why would you do that for me?

Because you care about horses, and that

says a lot about a person.

What's Mrs. Bell doing here?

She stops by this time every year.

Family used to own this farm before my dad bought it.

Must be some loved ones buried out there.

How did it go with Clint?

Well, I'm pretty much grounded.

Could have been a lot worse.

Look, I hope I didn't get you in any trouble.

No, I'm good.

I can pretty much talk myself out of anything.

I have a confession.

I looked through your sketchbook.

And you drew me.

I mean, you could have drawn anyone, but you drew me.

[car horn honking]

That's Clint.

I better go.

Bye.

Bye.

Hey, you ready to go?

Mrs. Bell?

What's she doing here?

You're not going to believe this,

but Mrs. Bell is the girl in Mallory's ghost story.

Thomas Ritter is her first boyfriend-- the one

who gave her the butterfly.

You know, all these years, it wasn't

the barn that was haunted.

Come on.

Let's get out of here.

I've had enough ghosts for one lifetime.

♪♪

I, uh, forgot something.

Right, your pencil crayon--

magenta.

You don't want to forget that.

Uh, actually, I never use that color.

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