All language subtitles for Highway to Heaven S04E10 A Dream of Wild Horses.eng

[opening theme music playing]

[horse nickering]

Jonathan,

I don't know how
I'm gonna explain
this to you.

You already have, Mark.

I don't wanna do this.

I know.

Yeah, but you don't know
how much I don't
ant to do this.

Oh, I know, Mark.

I mean, I really,
really, really don't
wanna do this.

I really, really,
really know you don't.

I mean, I really,
really, really--

-Mark. Mark.
-What?

I know you don't
wanna be a cowboy.

Right.

But it's our assignment.

Let it be somebody
else's assignment.

The Boss wanted a cowboy,
why didn't he get Tom Mix?

He wants us.

-What about Randolph Scott?
-Mark.

Or Gabby Hayes. When's
the last assignment
Gabby Hayes worked?

Mark, it's us.

He got Trigger.
He could use Trigger.

Trigger loves horses.
You know why?

Trigger's a horse.

[tire burst]

Damn. It's a flat.

What is it, a flat?

Yeah, it's a flat, Dad.

Can I give you
a hand with it?

No, I don't want you
to give me a hand, Dad.

I don't need you
to give me a hand.

Just let me change
the dang thing.

Hey, can I give you
a hand?

Uh, no,
it's just a flat.

I'd be happy
to help you change it.

Well, thanks,
I appreciate it.
But it's just a flat.

It's no big deal, okay?

Oh, that's wonderful.
Oh, that's
just wonderful.

The spare's flat, too.

What's flat?
The spare is flat?

Yeah, Dad,
the spare is flat too.

You ought to check it,

Then it won't be flat
when you need it.

I did check it, Dad.

I just checked it
last week. It was okay.

I don't know
how it got flat.

Not much use
in carrying
a spare around

if it's flat
when you need it.

Look, I'd be happy
to give you a lift.

I'd appreciate that,

Mr...?

Smith. Jonathan Smith.

I'm Billie Harwood.
This is my dad,
Jed Sanders.

Pleased to meet you.
Come on, jump in.

Well, I'm telling you.

If you don't
prepare for stuff,
life will get you.

Yeah, life will
get you, Dad.

Trust me, I know
all about that one.

I know how life
can get you.

The ranch is just
up the road a ways.

If you could
drop us off,

I can get one of the boys
to come back and deal
with the flat.

Yes, ma'am.

You wouldn't
by any chance
have an opening

for a couple of cowboys
at your place, would you?

Not me.

I don't know of any
of the ranches around
here that do either.

That's a shame.
Isn't that a shame?

Would you mind
stopping?

I got to
relieve myself.

Dad, we just stopped
15 minutes ago.

We'll be home
in a second.

[cow mooing]

What happened, Jake?
How'd they get loose?

Oh, damn mustangs again.
They broke the fence down.

I'd have got one
but your boy got
in the way.

We had about a dozen
heads broke before
we could stop them.

We'll go after them
after we get
these back in.

I'm telling you,
Mrs. Harwood,

we got to get rid
of them horses.

Oh, then Earl quit
this morning

so we're
short-handed too.

All right.

All right, Jake.
Thanks.

We gotta get
rid of them horses,
Mrs. Harwood.

It wasn't their fault.

They were thirsty
and Foxtail River's dry.

They were just
trying to get
to the troughs.

If you'd just stick
a trough outside
the fence for them.

Then they'd be
down here every day,
causing even more trouble.

This isn't a
game reserve, Richie.
It's a business.

Well, they've got
a right to live too.

Not if it costs me
money, they don't.

I'm telling you, Richie

I gotta do something
about those horses.

I cannot support you
and your granddad

and this ranch
and them too.

Do you understand me?

And you can't
be interfering.

But Jake was gonna
shoot them.

Well, maybe
Jake was right.

Well, I'm not gonna
let him shoot them.

You're gonna do
what I tell you to do,
young man,

or there's gonna
be some other kind
of trouble around here.

If pa was alive,

he wouldn't let you
hurt those horses.

You're looking
for work, right?

Yes, ma'am.
That's right.

Well, you just heard
one of my hands quit.

I could use one of you
if you know your way
around a ranch.

You two work it out

and I'll hire
whoever wants the job.

Yeah, well, we both do.

Jonathan,
that's fine.
You take it.

No, no. I can't do that.

We're a team, remember?

Well, all right.

I've been thinking about
hiring somebody on

to help out
with my dad.

Most mornings,
he gets up so stiff,

it's all he can do
to get his clothes on.

Perfect.
That's perfect.

I was looking to get him
some kind of an attendant

But he puts up a fuss.
He just won't hear of it.

I'll tell him
you're the new cook.

That's a good idea. Great.

Listen, your dad and I
are gonna get along
just fine.

I'll show you
where you'll bunk.

No horses.

[horse neighing]

Oh, hi, Jericho.

Oh, boy, you could have
got yourself shot today.

[neighing]

I know
you were thirsty.

I gotta figure out
a way to get you water.

My mom won't
listen to me.

I'll think of something.

Okay, I'll race you.

♪ Yippie ki-yi-yay,
get along little dogie ♪

♪ I'm not a cowboy,
I've got dishpan hands ♪

[gun cocks]

Aah!

Freeze.

Sir, uh...

-I said freeze!
-Frozen!

Just what the heck
do you think you're
doing in here?

Me?

Well, you're the one
I'm pointing this gun at
ain't you?

Yes, sir, uh...

Well, I was doing
the dishes, see?

I'm the new cook.

Miss Harwood hired me
and my friend, Jonathan.

Billie hired you?

Billie? Billie,
Billie, Billie.

Mrs. Harwood.

Yes, sir.
Yes, sir. Yes.

Well, it's my ranch, not hers.
Did she tell you that?

No, sir. I don't believe
that came up
in the conversation.

I was wondering
if you could point
that somewhere else?

It's my gun, too.

-I'll point it
where I want to.
-Yes, sir.

She runs the ranch,
but I own it.
You understand?

Where is she?

Billie?

-Billie?
-Sir, sir.

I think she went
to see somebody
about a load of hay.

I need her to help me
take my boots off.

I wanna take a nap.

I can't get
my boots off.

Oh, well, I can
help you with that.

I don't
need your help.

Oh, well, then I'll
just go on back
to my cooking.

No salt.

No salt?

No salt. No butter.

No fried foods.

No sodium
and no cholesterol.

And will you help me
take my boots off?

I want to take a nap.

Oh, sure, I'll help you

as soon as you put
that gun somewhere else.

Don't worry,
it ain't loaded.

[gun shot]

Oh, God.

[poignant music playing]

You all right, sir?

I could have
killed somebody.

Don't you understand?

I didn't know
this gun was loaded.

I could have
killed somebody.

Hey, don't worry,
young people can make
mistakes like that.

I'm no good
to nobody.

Everybody would be
better off
if I was dead.

[poignant music playing]

[birds chirping]

[clattering hooves]

How you doing,
Richie?

My name's
Jonathan Smith.

I'm the new hand.

Your mom sent me
out looking for you.

It's getting kind of late.

It's a nice spot
you got here.

Good place
for daydreaming.

What would you know
about daydreaming?

Well, plenty.

You think
only kids daydream?

I know
my mom doesn't.

She don't abide
my daydreaming.

I wouldn't be so sure.

All grownups
have dreams.

Difference is it's a little
tougher to share them
when you're grown.

Afraid other grownups
will laugh at you.

Grownups don't
laugh at grownups,

They just laugh at kids.

Not true.

Difference is they
don't laugh at them
in front of them

the way kids do.
Kids are more honest.

My, that's
a fine-looking horse.

Yeah. His name's Jericho.

Oh, yeah?

Well, that's
what I call him.

Sounds like you two
are old pals.

We are, sort of.

Sometimes when I ride home
from school on my bike,

I see him and we
kind of race

I brought
apples for him once,
and he took them,

So I bring apples
all the time.

He likes them.

Hey, did you ever
ride him?

Oh, no, sir.

Why not? Scared?

No, sir. Well,
maybe a little,

But I don't think
I'd want to ride him.

How come?

Well... it's
kind of stupid,

But... he's not
like you or me

or ranch horses
or anything like that.

What do you mean?

He's wild,
wild and free,

and so beautiful.

I mean, maybe
he'd let me ride him,

But then,
then he wouldn't
be free anymore.

Told you it was
kind of stupid.

No, I don't
think it's stupid.

I don't think
it's stupid at all, son.

People need that.

It restores the soul
to see something
wild and free.

People need that

just like they need
sunsets and fresh water...

and daydreams.

The important thing
is to balance that out

with the other stuff
people need.

What other stuff?

Well, work, for instance.

A friend of mine
used to say

thats how a boy becomes
a man--through work.

Yeah. That's what
my dad said.

Dreams are where
you want to go,

and work is how
you get there.

Sounds to me like your dad
was a pretty smart man.

Yeah, he was.

-Um, Mr. Smith?
-Hmm?

We better be
getting back.

I got some chores.

[horse whinnies]

[clip clop of hooves]

Richie, where the heck
have you been?

Just riding, Mom.

I lost track
of the time.

Yeah, well, take
Jonathan's horse.

We gotta go
find Grandpa.

What happened?

He's gone, that's
what happened.

My fault, Jonathan.

He went in his room.
I thought he was asleep.

He must have
snuck out
the back door.

I don't think
he snuck out.

I don't think
he knew what
he was doing.

Jake, you and the boys
take the south end.

I'll go along
the creek with Richie.

Jonathan, you and Mark
take the jeep.

Check out
the north end.

Jonathan, this
is all my fault.

It's not your fault.
Stop worrying,
we'll find him.

You know, I don't think
he just wandered off.

All he's been
talking about is,

about having
an end to it all.

He came
out here to die.

There he is.

[dramatic music playing]

You all right,
Mr. Sanders?

Why'd you
come after me?

Why don't you
leave me alone?

Leave you alone
to do what?

Die, damn it.
So I can die.

Everybody's
going to die
Mr. Sanders.

You don't have
to go looking for it.

When your time comes,
it'll find you.

I'm a useless old man.

I'm no good
to nobody.

Only if you
wanna be.

You think
I want it like this?

My mind don't
work anymore.

My body don't work.
Nothing works.

Nobody gives a damn,
nobody cares.

Everybody's out
looking for you.

Does that sound
like they don't
give a damn?

Well, I don't
care anymore.

My wife's
dead and gone.

I never thought that
she'd go before me.

And Sam,
Billie's husband,

He wasn't just
a son-in-law to me.

He was like
my own son.

He was my son.

Why didn't
God take me?

I've lived my life.

Why did Sam
have to die?

You think
you're the only one
who's lost somebody?

You've got a daughter
out there who
lost her husband

who's carrying more weight
on her shoulders than
she can handle.

You got a grandson
who lost his father,

who needs somebody
to help him learn how
to be a man.

You think
I don't know that?

But I'm just
too damn old
to help them,

to teach him anything.

And neither one of them
want whatever I got
to give them anyway.

When's the last time
you tried?

I try all the time.

She don't want
to listen to me.

Treats me
like I'm a kid.

Well, maybe
she wouldn't if you'd
stop acting like one.

Come on, it's kids
that run away.

I'm tired.
Don't you understand?

I got nothing to give
to anybody no more.

You are really giving
your grandson one hell
of a lesson right now,

When the going
gets tough, you get
a little tired,

just quit, run away.

Is that the final lesson
you wanna teach him?

No.

I figure you for more
of a man than that.

[poignant music playing]

[clatter of hooves]

[horse snorting]

We've looked
all over the place,
Mrs. Harwood.

I don't see how
we can do much more
till morning.

Guess I better
call the police.

[horn honks]

[cattle mooing]

Gramps... Gramps!

-Are you okay?
-I'm okay.

Then what the hell
was this all about?

What are you trying
to do to me, Dad?

Billie, I don't wanna
talk about it now.

I'm still trying
to sort this out.

Well, I wanna talk
about it now. I wanna
talk about it right now.

-I cannot--
-Mom.

Don't interrupt, Richie.

I can't deal
with this, Dad.

Don't you understand?

Mom, he said
he was trying
to sort stuff out.

A person's gotta
do that sometimes.

I said not to interrupt.
This is none of your business.

Well, he's my
grandfather, too.

And you're always
shouting at him.

You're always
shouting at everybody.

I am trying to do
the best I can
for this family.

No matter what I do,
it's not enough
for either one of you.

And I'm sick of it!

Come on, Gramps.

I'll help you
with your boots.

What are you all
standing around for?

Far as I know,
they didn't declare
a holiday tomorrow.

Go get some sleep.

It's still a workday.

Smith.

Yes, ma'am.

I wanna talk to you.

You want one?

No, thanks.

Beer's all I've got.

I don't keep
anything harder.

I don't drink.

Oh.

Some kind of reformed
alcoholic or something?

Or something.

What did my dad
say to you out there,

when you found him?

I think that's something
you better ask him.

Well, I'm asking you.

I may not be able
to get my son
and my dad

to pay any
attention to me,

but, by God,
you work for me.

Oh, damn.

Hey, it's okay.
It's okay.

What are you doing?

You're crying. You could
use a shoulder to lean on.

Well, I'm not
some little kid,
Mr. Smith.

Even adults need
someone to lean on
once in a while.

Nobody can
make it alone,
you know.

I don't
understand it.

I just don't
understand
any of it.

Richie and I
used to be
so close.

And now, it's...

it's more like
he hates me.

When Sam died,

I just thanked God that
I had Richie and my Dad.

And I thought we would
pull closer together.

But, no, instead,
we're just pulling apart,

All three of us.

I feel like...

What am I telling
you this for?

I don't even know you.
You're some stranger.

At least you're not
paying me $75 an hour
to listen.

Oh, that's true.

My God,
look at my hands.

I don't even
recognize them.

I used to have pretty
hands, Mr. Smith.

You wouldn't
know it now.

I used to be happy
and just... easygoing.

And now it's just... bills
and mending... fences

that those crazy horses
of Richie's breaks down.

And cleaning up
after him...

Cleaning up
after my Dad...

I feel more like a jailer
for the both of them.

Instead of somebody
who just loves them.

Half my life is over.

I just don't even know
how that happened.

I'm looking
at middle age.

And I can't believe it.

What's that song?
Some song...

"This Is Not Exactly
How I Planned It."

Boy, is that true.

Your boy's
at a tough age, too.

He's too big for toys,
too little for cars.

His childhood's
just about over.

His manhood
hasn't started yet.

Same with your dad.

He's at an age
where he feels
his life is over.

You said it yourself--
he was the strongest
man you ever saw,

He spent most of his life
being the man of the house.
He's not anymore.

No...

I am.

Because you felt
you had to be.

Oh, you were
gonna show him.

You took the bit
in your teeth
and started running.

Why don't you try
slowing down, Billie?

Let your family
catch up to you.

[horses running]

What? What?

[horses neighing]

Damn!

God!

God, look at this place.

I'm telling you right now,
Mrs. Harwood,

you got to get rid
of those horses
once and for all.

Or you ain't
gonna have
a ranch left to run.

What do mean
get rid of them?

Well, the other ranchers
will help us.

They're as much
of a plague to them
as they are to us.

We'll round them up
and sell them
to the slaughterhouse.

-That's all.
-No!

Mrs. Harwood, now,
you can fire me if you want

but your husband left
you a decent spread here,

and you're running
the damn thing
into the ground.

Shut up, Jake,
I'll do what
has to be done.

It's not their fault, Mom.
They were thirsty.

You can't do
what he's talking about.

I don't have
any choice, Richie.

I won't let you!

Jake, you call the other
ranchers tomorrow.

Set up a meeting.

We'll plan this thing out
and get it done.

Yes, ma'am.

I hate you.
I hate you!

We'll mount up
first thing in the morning
and go after the strays.

Get henry
to mend that fence.

And if you see
any of those horses
on my land...

shoot them.

Morning, Richie.

Hey, how about
an omelet a la Gordon?

I'm not hungry.

How about some biscuits?
Biscuits and gravy.

You don't even have
to be hungry
to eat this stuff.

Is my Mom around?

No, she left earlier.

Probably to see some
of the other local Nazis

to plan out
how to kill
the mustangs.

Come on, Richie,
your mom's doing
the best she can.

No, she's not.

She's trying
to prove that
she's right

or that she's
the best man
around or something.

She won't even listen.

Well, you know,
it is real hard
to listen to somebody

who talks
like they hate you.

She's got no right
to kill them.
None of them do.

I'm not gonna
be around to see it.

Now, what are you gonna do?
You're gonna run away?

Come on, Richie,
that isn't gonna
do any good.

Sure isn't gonna
help them horses
you care so much about.

What can I do
about it?

I don't know.

Why don't you talk
to your Grandpa?

It won't do any good
to talk to him.

Why's that?
Because he's old?

Look, Richie,
let me tell
you something.

Old folks
know stuff.

You know why?

Because they've
been around
for a long time.

They've been around
almost everything

you're going through
right now.

You know what?

They can be like
road signs for you.

Help you get to
where you're going.

But the thing is
you have got to stop
long enough to talk to him.

You know, he's just
sitting out there
right now.

Just waiting.

You've got some time
before you have
to get to school.

What do you say?

Gramps.

Gramps?

Huh?

Nothing.

I just...

-Nothing.
-Richie...

What?

What's on
your mind, bub?

I don't know,
I just...

What's wrong, son?

I don't know,
I just...

I don't know
why I'm crying.

That's okay, son.
I cry too sometimes

and I don't know
why I do it.

Kids and old folks,

I guess we got
a lot in common
like that.

It's just that...

nobody listens,
you know?

Like I said,
kids and old folks
got a lot in common.

Seems like
the older you get,

the more
they treat you
like a kid.

I'm not even
toilet-broke no more.

I'm listening now, son.

It's about the mustangs.

They're gonna round them up
and they're gonna kill them.

Oh, now, you don't
know that.

Yes, I do.

We got to
stop them, Gramps.

Mark said that
you know stuff.

Me?

Yeah.

What should we do?

Well, I'd sure like
to help you
but I can't.

Why?

I'm just too old.

I'm just too old, son.

[poignant music playing]

[upbeat music playing]

Where's Richie?

Oh, he hasn't
come down yet.

Make sure
he's not late
for school.

Smith, you were
supposed to be
ready to ride at 6:00.

I'm not going.

What?

I think what
you're doing is wrong.
I'm not going.

You don't go
and you're fired.

Fair enough.

I'll have your check
ready tonight.

Mrs. Harwood,

It's a shame you can't fire
your father and son

when they
disagree with you.

[door opens and shuts]

I better get Richie.

Come on, Rich,
I got your
breakfast ready.

Mom doesn't want you
late for school.

I'm not going
to school.

What are you
talking about?

Mark, I gotta try
to stop them.

Oh, please. Richie,
listen to me. You can't

Why? Because
I'm too little?

No, not just that.

Mark, you told me
to go to my grandfather

because he would know
what to do. Well, he didn't.

Maybe because he's
too old or he's too scared.

Well, I'm not.

I know it's not right
to kill wild things
just for money

Or because they
get in your way.

Richie, I understand
how you feel,

but you can't win.

Sometimes in life
you have to face that.

Mark, if you
loved someone

and 100 men were
gonna kill them right there
in front of you,

would you try
to stop them?

Well, I...

would you?

Yeah, I would.

Well, I love those horses
and I gotta try to.

Mark, I can keep
an eye on Grandpa.

We can get to them
better with the jeep.
Let's go.

Why aren't you out
with the vigilantes?

I got fired.

For what?

For refusing to help
round up the mustangs.

If Sam were alive,

he wouldn't have
let it happen.

He loved the land

and the wild things on it.

He'd have
stopped them.

It's a shame
you're not a little
more like him.

What's that
supposed to mean?

When Sam was ill,
he never stopped fighting.

He didn't sit around
the house feeling sorry
for himself like you do.

Why don't you get
out of here and just
leave me alone?

Oh, you bet.

Your grandson was right.

You're too old
and too scared to do
anything to help.

That's why he's out there
trying to stop them by himself.

What do you mean?

Where's Ritchie?

He's out there trying
to stop the roundup.

At least Sam can be
proud of his son.

Goodbye, Mr. Sanders.

Smith! Smith!

Yeah.

Saddle my horse.

Yes, sir, Mr. Sanders.

[upbeat music playing]

[music swells]

[dramatic music playing]

[horses snorting]

[horses neighing]

Couldn't find them
in a better spot.

We can run them
right up the wash
into that box canyon.

Let's do it.

Charlie, work your way
around to the other side.

But keep your distance.
That stallion's no dummy.

You got it.

[dramatic music playing]

[horses neighing]

They're all set.

You better follow us
on up, Mrs. Harwood.

You're not the only one
who can ride, Jake.

Yes, ma'am.

All right, boys,
let's ride.

[clattering hooves]

[soothing instrumental
music playing]

[nickering]

[galloping hooves]

[anticipatory music playing]

[thundering hooves]

[horses neighing]

[anticipatory music playing]

Come on, Jericho.

Come on, boy, come on.

[Richie] Jericho,
come on, boy.

Come on, Jericho.
I'll race you.

Come on, Jericho,
come on, boy.

[neighing]

[galloping hooves]

Damn.

Well, you can forget
about trying for them today.

That kid of yours
ought to get
what for for this.

[galloping hooves]

Richie, you wanna try
and explain this?

I told you
I wasn't gonna
let you try to do it.

Your mama told you
it's none of your business.

It's all right, Jake.
I can handle this.

Mark, you take Richie
back to the house.

I'll talk to you
about this there.

It won't do you
any good.

'Cause every time you try
to round them up,
I'll be there to stop you.

Well, you won't have
Mr. Gordon to drive you
around anymore.

Don't make
no never mind.

I'll come on horseback
and if you take my horse,
I'll come on foot.

Because they're
wild things, Ma.

And you got
no right to kill them.

[Jed] He's right, Billie.

[clip clop of hooves]

Dad.

The boy's right.

Mrs. Harwood, we--

Shut up, Jake!

You're on my land,
so you're working for me.

When you're working
for somebody,
you don't interrupt them.

Billie...

when Sam died,
the heart just
went out of me.

I quit living,

and I shoved
everything onto you.

Damn it all,
I shouldn't have done it.

This was my daddy's land
and his daddy's before him.

Someday it'll pass on
to my grandson.

So he's got just as much
say-so as anybody.

I was ranching before
most of you was even born,

and half of what
I remember
is gone now.

When the horses are gone,
there won't be no more
to take their place.

And a piece of God's
great plan will be missing.

We're the custodians
of this land

and all that's on it.

If we don't take care
of it, nobody will.

My grandson has seen
the horses running wild.

He stood out there
on the mesa with his eyes

and his heart wide open,

Touched by
the beauty of it.

And he's looked up
to his maker,

struck dumb with
awe and reverence.

You can't buy
that feeling.

You can't put
a price on it.

Well, I can put a price
on what those horses
are costing me.

And I'm telling you,
they come on my land,

I'll do as I
please with them.

They won't come
on your land, C.T.,
I'll see to that.

I'll fence them in
on my place in
Grace Canyon.

Dad, that's some
of our best grazing land.

It won't support
the cattle
and the horses too.

Well, we'll just cut down
on the size of the herd.

We'll make do, Billie.

[Jake] Mrs. Harwood,
are you going along
with this?

I have to.

He's my father.

Climb up, son.
We're going home.

Coming, Ma?

Yeah.

[soothing music playing]

[neighing]

[Jed] When those mustangs
are gone,

there won't be no more.

A piece of God's
great plan
will be missing.

We're the custodians
of this land

And everything
that's on it.

If we don't
take care of it,

nobody will.

[ambient noises]

[theme music playing]