All language subtitles for Heartland s14e07 Courage.eng

Amy: Previously on "Heartland":

- Grandpa, Dad,
meet Jessica Cook.

- Life isn't fair, but it's
the only we've got, right?

So live it.

- I can stay, if...
if that's what you need.

- You know, what I need
is for you

to grab every opportunity
that comes your way.

Just get out there
and be amazing.

Grandpa, when will I stop
dreaming of Ty?

- Amy, I can't promise
that's gonna stop,

but what I can tell you is,
pretty soon

those dreams and memories of Ty
won't haunt you anymore,

they'll bring you comfort.

???

(Hooves thunder)

(Thunderous whack,
players shout)

(Whistle blows)

(Players shout)

(Hard whack, players shout)

(Hard whack)

(Dull thud)

(Hooves thunder, hard whack)

(Horse grunts)

(Loud crack, ball thuds)

- Oh!

(Shutter snaps repeatedly)

- Yeah! So I've been to
a couple weddings here.

It's, it's classy,
not too pretentious.

- Pricy.
- I agree.

Besides, I've already decided
to have my reception

at the Dude Ranch.

- But that's where you wanted
to have your first wedding.

- Yeah, but that never
actually happened.

- Okay, but you're keeping
an open mind.

- Yes. My mind is very open
to planning my dream wedding

and the reception I never
actually got to have.

- Right.
- Well, you deserve it, Honey.

You know, you can have your
wedding at the Dude Ranch

and not pay a cent in rent.
- I'm curious, Tim,

what your sudden interest
in wedding planning is?

Normally you would avoid this
like the plague.

- It's true.
You were unusually eager

to tour venues with us today.
What's the deal?

- I'm just...
I'm trying to help.

Jessica. - Tim.

Ah, ladies, thank you so much
for letting me tag along.

I got some really,
really great shots.

- Good.
- There must be something

better to photograph than polo.
It's so boring.

- (Laughs dryly)

Yeah, well, it's one of
my favourite sports,

so I guess that makes me
really boring. (Laughs)

- Really?

(Boxes thunk,
Amy blows out her breath)

(Wardrobe door clunks open)

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(Clothes thump in box)

(Clothing rustles)

(Hand slides over leather)

???

(Jacket thumps lightly,
light pat)

(Box rustles)

(Clothes thud lightly)

(Wardrobe door clunks shut)

(Approaching footsteps)

- Sorry we're back so early,
but Lyndy didn't want ice cream

and she kept asking for you.

- That's okay.
Hi, Sweetheart. Oh!

Thank you.

(Hugging grunt)

Lately, she hasn't wanted
to leave my side.

- Ah.
- I love you.

You didn't want ice cream?

What little girl doesn't
want ice cream, huh?

You must not be my daughter.

No. Both: (Giggle)

(Hooves clop)
- I'm not trying to diss polo.

It's just that rodeo requires
a certain level

of skill and grit.
Polo's just showy.

- Rodeo isn't?
- Well...

Rodeo's blood, sweat, and tears.

You know, that's about as real
as it gets.

- You don't think all those
oversized belt buckles there

and the rodeo queens,
you don't find that

a little bit showy?
- That's different.

I mean, there's some
spectacle, sure,

but the people that go
to rodeos, they're the...

they're the real deal, you know?

Salt of the earth.

Polo's just an excuse
for rich people to get together

and drink champagne.

- See, I don't think
you would say that

if you actually played,

'cause polo is a lot harder
than it looks.

- Well...

I know that it's hard to watch,

but it's probably easier
to play. (Laughs)

I think I'd pick it up
pretty easily.

- Jessica, do you have a moment?

- (Laughs) Absolutely.

- This is Roland,
my very dear old friend,

and he was asking
who was taking the pictures,

so I thought I'd make
a quick introduction.

This is Jessica.
She's from New York.

- Nice to meet you.
I'd really love

to see your photos sometime.
- Yeah, of course.

I would love to show you
my work.

- Roland organizes all
the practice matches.

- If anyone wants to join us,

we're short a player
next weekend.

- Well, it's funny you say that,

because Tim here
was just telling me

that he's basically
a professional polo player.

- Uh...
- I didn't say professional.

- Now, Tim, don't be modest.
You should play.

- Uh...
- I'd owe you big time.

- Yeah, well,
it's kinda last minute.

- I'd hate to cancel.
If you could...

- Unless the thought of
a friendly polo match

makes you nervous.
- Not nervous.

Not nervous. I'm...
yeah, okay, sure, I'll play.

- Really? That's fantastic.

- Yeah, I'll see you
at the game.

- Match.
- The match.

Lisa: Mm-hmm.

???

???

? And at the break of day ?

? You sank into your dream ?

? You dreamer... ?

? Oh, oh, oh, oh... ?

? You dreamer... ?

? You dreamer... ?

- Couldn't you just, at least,
teach me the basics?

- Well, if you really
wanna learn,

you'd be better off
with a professional.

I can hook you up with one of
my contacts at the polo club.

- No, not a good idea.
- Why not?

- Well, I might've left
the impression with some

of the polo club members
that I'm not a complete novice.

- (Laughs) Okay, well,
if you're not willing

to talk to anyone
at the polo club,

how're you gonna get access
to polo ponies?

- Just thought I'd use Champ.
- No, you can't use Champ.

These polo ponies are
specifically trained for this.

And besides, you're gonna need
at least three of them.

- What? Why?

- Well, you need to switch
horses after each chukker.

Um, a chukker, it's like
an inning or a period.

- (Laughs) A chukker.

(Laughs)

- You asked for the help.

(Dress rustles)

- I love that dress on you.

You looked so beautiful
on your wedding day.

- Oh, this isn't my old dress.
This is the new dress.

- Oh! It is? Um...

I just thought it took months
to order a wedding dress.

- Uh, there was a sample sale.

I just sorta bought it
on impulse.

You don't think it looks
the same as my old dress,

do you? - No, of course not.

I'm uh... I'm sure it'll look
way different when it's on.

Well, I've got a load
of laundry to do.

Just let me know if you wanna
throw anything in.

- Okay.
(Receding footsteps thud)

Jack: Polo?!

Tim? Are you sure?

- I was there when
he volunteered.

- Tim Fleming?
- Yes.

- Tim's never played polo
in his life.

- I think he's trying
to impress Jessica.

I'm not gonna go into
too much detail,

but Lou and Amy witnessed
a "moment"

down at the Dude Ranch.

I think he's quite smitten.
- Ugh...

- Thanks to your wife,
I made a fool of myself today.

- The one thing you're good
at doing all on your own

is making a fool of yourself.

I'm sure Lisa had nothing
to do with it.

- She's the one that introduced
Jessica to Ritchie Rich Roland

and now I gotta figure out a way

to get out of a polo game.

'Scuse me, match.

- So you're not gonna play then?

- Turns out polo's a lot more
complicated than I thought.

- You're chickening out.
- Self-preservation.

- Aren't you the one
who said to me,

"Jack, you're being
a stick in the mud."

That's when I wanted to drop
out of that Hunt Club Ride.

- That's different.

- Yeah, it's different
because it was me.

Now that it's your turn
to trade your chaps

for a pair of breeches,
you're chickening out.

- No, I'm not.

- Fine. You're right.

Why risk making an even
bigger fool of yourself,

especially in front of Jessica.

Dropping out
is the right thing to do,

even if it is cowardly.

- So... do they look the same?
Be honest.

- Uh... there are certain
similarities,

but they're not exactly
the same.

- Are they similar because
they're both white dresses

or because they look identical?

- Uh...

- Oh my God, Amy was right.

How could I have been so blind?

- Well, it's okay.
We can fix it.

There's plenty of time
to buy a new dress.

We could go to the bridal store
right now.

I'm sure they're still having
the sample sale.

- Lisa, it's just like you said.

I've been planning the exact
same wedding

I wanted to have with Peter,
right down to the dress.

How sick and twisted is that?

- Whatever has been done
can be easily undone.

We can still
even book Hillhurst.

I make one phone call,
it's done.

- (Sighs) Thank you for being
so calm about all of this.

I honestly... I don't know
what I would do without you.

(Inhales sharply)

- Anytime.
- (Exhales, relieved)

- Good.

(Laughs)

(Monty whinnies)

- Well, she's a real chip off
the old block, isn't she?

- Yeah, she loves riding Monty.

But I was actually just
thinking it might be time

for a more challenging horse.

- You know, Stumpy's got
a real nice kid's pony,

and I know he'd let Lyndy
have it for a while

'cause it'd save him on feed.
- (Laughs)

Grandpa, we've got enough
horses around here, and...

I think that Lyndy's ready for,
you know, a full-sized horse.

- Yeah, which one did you
have in mind?

- I was thinking about Harley.

- Well, that's a pretty big
jump from a miniature.

You sure she's up for it?

- I was riding a full-sized
horse at her age.

Besides,
Harley's totally bombproof

and he was her Dad's.

I think it's perfect.

All right.

How about you hang out
with Grandpa,

(Grunt of effort)

and I will go get Harley
tacked up.

- Come on up here, you.
(Grunts) Okay.

(Sighs heavily)

- Right? Look at those, right?
Isn't that great?

Roland: These are fantastic.

Tim: Can I get a coffee, please?

- You're an artist.
- I don't know about that.

Uh, hey, Tim.

- Hey.
- You remember Roland?

- Sure.

- I'm just showing him
some of my photos.

- Yeah, too bad you can't
make it this weekend.

Uh, it was turning out
to be a heck of a match.

- Yeah, well, I just,

I couldn't get out
of that commitment.

But maybe next time.

- Yeah, next time for sure.
- (Laughs)

- Yeah. Well, I should be going.

I'll leave you guys to your...
your meeting.

Good to see you.
- Good seeing you, Tim.

- See you, Tim.

Okay, so this one...
- This one I love.

- Here you go.
- Thanks.

- I dunno, I think the light's
kinda weird.

- It's perfect. It's ethereal.

- Yeah, okay, maybe. 'Kay,
what about this one? (Laughs)

(Harley's hooves clop)

- Lyndy was just saying
she's a little hungry.

I'm gonna take her in
for a snack.

- What, right now?

- Well, she seems done
with riding for the day,

and... and we don't wanna
push her.

- Well, this won't take long.

Lyndy, Honey, um,
how about we ride Harley

and then we can have
a snack after?

- Well, I've already
promised her a treat

and I don't wanna go back
on my word, so.

Let's go, Honey.
- Grandpa, what're you doing?

- We can try with Harley
on another day.

There's no reason
to rush into anything.

That's a big horse for her,

and she's got all the time
in the world.

(Birds chirp)

(Door opens)

- In my humble opinion,
this dress -

much better than the other.

It's chic and simple,

and you're going to look
stunning.

- Yeah, it's great.
(Cell phone rings)

It's really nice.

Oh! Hi, Sweetheart.

No, that's no problem at all.

Okay, I look forward
to seeing you -

both of you.

Okay, I love you, too. Bye.

- Georgie?
- (Phone beeps off) Yeah,

She and Quinn are flying in
tonight.

- Tonight?
- Yeah, I guess Quinn had

a business meeting here
next week,

but he had to pull it up
for some reason,

and Georgie decided to join him.

- Well, that's good news.
- Yeah, yeah, it's great, but...

It's a little odd,
don't you think?

I mean, it's just so
last minute.

- I dunno,
I guess it's odd, but...

- I'm sure it's nothing
to worry about.

- I'm sure it's nothing.

???

(Mug thunks on table) - Amy.

(Footsteps thunk on stairs)

(Birds chirp)

Listen, uh...

(Swallowing hard)
I know it wasn't my place.

But throwing Lyndy into
the deep end like that,

I couldn't do it.

- Do you really think I would
put my daughter on Harley

if she wasn't ready?

- No, I know you wouldn't,

but she's four years old.
- Exactly.

Just about the same age
I was when my Dad left.

Mom never coddled me.

She taught me how to stand
on my own two feet.

- But what does that have to do
with riding Harley?

- (Sighs heavily)

Ty was an amazing father,

you and I both know that,

but it's also no secret
he bubble-wrapped her.

- (Chuckles)

- He worried about Lyndy so much

that he built her a treehouse
on the ground.

- (Laughs) Yeah.

- (Sighs) Look, I loved
the way he doted on her,

but it's my job as her mother

to help her stand
on her own two feet,

just the way my Mom did with me.

- Well, she's adjusting fairly
well, all things considered.

- Maybe,

but lately,
she won't leave my side.

She won't sleep through
the night in her own bed.

Grandpa, I am not gonna let her
do anything

that she's not ready for,
I promise you that.

But she's strong.

She's so much stronger
than she looks.

- Oh, of course she is.

She gets that from the Bartlett
side of the family.

Both: (Chuckling)

- (Sighs)

???

Now, I know that you have
been sleeping in my bed

the last couple of nights,
but tonight,

you're gonna sleep the whole
night in your bed.

Can you do that for me?

Okay. I love you, Sweetheart.

See you in the morning. (Kiss)

(Chuckles softly)

(Light clicks off,
door creaks shut)

(Door clicks open)

(Footsteps thud lightly)
- (Gasps)

(Door closes) - (Softly) Hey!

- Hey!
- Hey!

- Mom!
- I missed you.

- Oh, I missed you too.

I'm sorry it's so late.
- It's okay.

I'm just so happy you're here.
Come here, Quinn.

- Hey. I hope we didn't
keep you up.

- Not at all.
So everyone else is asleep,

but they're really excited
to see you both in the morning.

Uh, the barn loft
and the attic are both free,

so you two can decide
who sleeps where.

- Well, maybe I'll take
the attic,

if you're okay with the loft.
- Yeah, of course.

- Okay. Yeah, that way I can
see everyone in the morning.

- Yes.
- I'll see you two tomorrow morning.

- 'Kay, good night.
- Good night. - Night.

- 'Kay, let me help you with
your bags. What do you have?

- Oh, well, this is it.
That's all I got.

- What about this one?
- Oh. That's Quinn's.

- Okay, you run upstairs.
I'll bring it out to him.

- Yeah? Okay.
- Yeah, yeah. - Okay, thanks.

(Footsteps thud upstairs)

(Door opens)

(Bag rustles, zipper zips)

- Looking for this?
- (Relieved sigh) Yes.

Sorry, I must be more tired
than I thought.

- (Chuckles softly)
- See you tomorrow.

'Kay, good night. - Good night.

(Wardrobe clunks shut)

(Empty box rustles)

(Box thuds on floor)

(Knock at the door)

- Come in. (Door clicks open)

- Oh, good, you're still awake.
(Door creaks shut)

Quinn and Georgie just arrived,

and you are never gonna guess
what I just saw.

- What?
- Quinn has a ring box

in his bag.

- Okay. So?

- So? Why would he have
a ring box?

- I don't know.

- (Sighs) Okay, what if -

and this might sound crazy -

what if he's planning on
asking Georgie to marry him?

- You're right, Lou.
That does sound crazy.

They're both way too young.
- I know!

But can you think
of any other explanation?

- Uh, yeah, I can think
of like a hundred.

- Maybe I should call Peter.
- No, that's a terrible idea.

- What am I supposed to do?

Just pretend I didn't see
the ring box?

- Yeah, I think so.
I think you should go to bed,

and hopefully, in the morning,

you'll realize this is all
in your head.

- (Sighs) Fine. Fine.

But I don't know how I'm gonna
get any sleep.

(Door creaks open)

- (Snorts softly)

(Birds chirp)

(Rooster crows)

(Sighs sleepily)

Hey you...

I thought you were supposed
to sleep in your own bed.

- (Giggles)
- (Giggles)

(Lyndy's pajama top rustles)

- Georgie,
so I've booked us pedicures

and lunch at that Thai place
you like.

- Oh, thanks.
You didn't have to do that.

- Are you kidding me?

I'm so excited to have you
to myself for an entire day.

Oh, and you're okay with Katie?

- I got her, yup.
You two have fun.

- Okay, well, I'm gonna go
get changed then.

- I have to run too.
I got a meeting in Hudson.

Have fun at the spa. - Thanks.

- Hey. Hey!

Make sure you are back in time
for dinner tonight,

'cause I'm making my famous
Jack Bartlett Chili.

- Don't wanna miss that,
trust me.

- Oh, actually, there's um...

something that I want to talk
to everybody about tonight.

Something important.

- Okay. We'll see you later.
- All right. See you then.

- (Whispers) I knew it.
- It could mean anything.

- Yeah, or it could mean
exactly what I think it means.

- What're you two whispering
about?

Both: Nothing.
- (Chewing) Mm-hmm.

(Truck rumbles as it idles)

(Approaching vehicle rumbles
to a halt)

- Is all this secrecy
really necessary, Tim?

- Yeah. Did you make
arrangements with your friend?

- He said we could use
his polo ponies.

- He got a private place
to practice?

- His own private arena.
No one's gonna see us.

- Good.
- Just follow me,

it's right down the road.
(SUV rumbles away)

(Window rolls up)

- Where's Monty?

- We're gonna ride Harley today.

- No. That's Daddy's horse.

- Well, Harley was Daddy's
horse,

but now he needs someone
else to ride him.

- He will ride Harley
when he gets back.

- Well, maybe you could try
just sitting in the saddle.

- It's okay, Grandpa.

Hey, Lyndy?

- Yeah?

- Daddy's not coming back.

And I wish he was,

but he's not.

And I know that makes you sad.

It makes me sad, too.

And I think maybe
Harley's sad as well,

because Daddy can't ride him
anymore.

But maybe,
maybe if you ride Harley,

that will cheer him up.

It might make you feel better,
too.

Do you wanna ride him?

Okay.

Maybe another day.

(Snow patters lightly)

(Hard whack)
- Don't swing so hard.

Stop rushing.

(Hard whack, ball thuds)

Hey, there you go. Better.

Now you gotta sit a little
forward on your saddle,

and remember, you gotta lean to
the side that you're swinging.

- Yeah, is this wooden horse
necessary?

I know how to ride a horse.
- Oh yeah,

you can ride Western, but this
is a completely different deal.

All right? We've gotta change
old habits;

that's why we're here.
- Give me a ball.

- Try again. You got this.

(Mallets clack)
(Hard whack, ball thuds)

Hey! Good!
Did you feel that though?

You're gripping your mallet
a bit too tight.

'Kay, it's a nice fluid motion,
like a pendulum.

Loosen up.

Go again.

(Mallet whooshes) - Ungh!

I can't get comfortable.

- It's not supposed
to be comfortable.

The idea is supposed to be
mobile.

Think of it like... surfing.

- Like surfing? What...?
Nice analogy.

- If you're gonna get through
an entire match

without falling flat
on your face,

take this a bit more
seriously, Tim.

Stop messing around.
Do it the way I taught you.

- (Laughs) Wow.
- Sorry. That too harsh?

- No, I like it. If I wasn't
like that with my students,

they wouldn't learn anything.
Okay, let's keep going.

(Hooves thud)

- All right, let's try it
with some contact.

- Get out of my way!

- Wh-what're you getting to me?

(Hard whack, ball thuds)

- Not bad.

Nice work. Let's go again.

(Polo pony grunts, hooves thud)

(Door creaks)

- Hey.
- Hey...

you're back. - Yeah.

- I was just...
looking for Remi.

- She's out on the porch.
- Oh, okay. Thanks.

(Birds chirp)

Quinn: This is hands down
the best chili I've ever had.

- Yeah, I know, but it is kind
of you to say.

- Is that cumin that
I'm tasting?

- You know what?
It's a secret recipe.

There's a jar involved,
and it's a whole thing.

Grandpa can tell you
all about it later.

But, um, more importantly,

wasn't there something you
wanted to tell everyone about?

- Oh, yeah, right.

I kinda wish Peter
was here for this,

but now is a good a time
as any, I guess.

I know that it's been hard
for all of you

not having Georgie
at home as much,

and I really appreciate the
sacrifice you guys are making

so she can pursue her dream.

That's why I got some pretty
exciting news to share...

- Quinn, I don't...
- Oh, I'm not gonna jinx it,

I promise.
Please, can I tell them?

- I... yeah, sure.
- Okay, yeah? All right.

- Okay.

- Georgie has been performing
extremely well

on the circuit in Florida.
So well, in fact,

that she's within inches away
from securing her spot

in the North American Youth
Championship.

- It's not for sure.
I'm just, I'm on their radar.

They're considering me.

- Oh, they're more
than just considering...

Georgie's gonna play this down,

but the North American Youth
Championship

is an extremely high level
of competition.

She'd be competing against
future Olympians.

And if she does well, I mean...

she could be a future Olympian.

- (Shocked laugh) Wow!
Well done, Georgie!

- That's incredible news, Honey!

- That's amazing!
Congratulations.

- Thanks.
- Isn't that amazing, Lou?

- It... Yes, of course!
I'm, I'm thrilled.

- I think a toast is in order.

All: Yup! Yes!
- To big dreams...

and to Georgie. - (Giggles)

All: To Georgie! (Glasses clink)

- Good girl. (Glasses clink)

- Cheers!

- (Whispering) See? I told you.
You were totally off base.

- No. That announcement did not
explain the ring.

- Thanks so much for dinner,
guys. That was really good.

- Yeah! Have a good night,
Quinn!

- Thanks, yeah,
I'll see you tomorrow!

- Bright and early.
(Plate clunks on counter)

- Bright and early?

- Oh, Quinn and I are having
breakfast in the morning.

- I thought you had
your business meeting

in the morning? - Uh, yeah.

I shuffled some things around,
so that...

we could do breakfast.

- So your business here is
obviously very important,

but not so important that
you can't take time off

to have breakfast with my Dad?

- Cool your jets, Lou.

I-I asked him to move
his business meeting.

- And why is that?

- Because, uh,
he's teaching me to play polo,

and we've been practicing
at his friend's all day.

- You've got to be kidding me.

- I needed someone
who would be discreet,

'cause it's a small town.

- Wait. Am I'm missing
something?

Why do you need discreet
polo lessons?

- Because Tim is participating
in a practice polo match

this weekend.
- I thought you dropped out.

- I dropped back in.
- But you hate polo.

- I have a new respect for it.

- It's also Jessica's
favourite sport.

- Ah, now I understand.

- Who's Jessica?
- I'll explain it to you later.

- Quinn, I think Tim has taken
advantage of your kindness.

- No, I was in town for
a business trip anyways,

and, uh, it turns out

that Tim's a pretty decent
polo player.

- Gah! No, he is not!

- Well, this I would really
like to see.

- Me too. When's the match?
- It doesn't matter.

- It's tomorrow, isn't it?

I think we should all make
a day out of it, don't you?

- Oh, very excited.
I love a good polo match.

- It's a practice,

so there are no spectators
at a practice.

- Well, there's gonna be now.
- That's not true.

All: (Laughing)

(stles)

- (Gasps)
- Let me guess,

looking for Remi?

- No. Actually,
I was looking for you...

to ask what time we're going
to Grandpa's polo match?

- In about an hour.

- Okay. Thanks.
- (Chuckles softly)

(Plastic rustles, zipper unzips)

(Plastic rustles)

(Gasps)

(Gasps loudly)

(Dress rustles)

Jessica: Tim, you're here.
I didn't think you were coming.

- Yeah, I changed my mind.

I didn't realize
you were playing.

- Yeah, well, Roland had
a teammate

that backed out last minute,
so I took her place.

- (Chuckles) Great.
I'll see you out there.

- Yeah. I'll see you out there.

Player: Get a little bit of
a warm-up on the horses, guys.

- Do you see Tim?
- Yeah, there he is.

- Looks like your fan club's
arrived.

- Hey, Dad! Looking good!
- Hey!

- What?

Ref: (Whistles)

(Hooves thud,
polo ponies grunt and nicker)

(Polo pony whinnies)

(Hard whack)

(Thunderous whack)

Player: (Yelling indistinctly)
(Hard whack, ball thuds)

- Yeah, Jessica!
- Yeah! Woo!

- (Laughs)
- Woo!

(Clapping) - Woo! Good one!

- Nice work, Jess!

- All right! Nice goal!

(Mallets clack) - Thank you!

Player: For a goal, guys!

(Hooves thud)

Ref: (Whistles)

(Players yell, tack jingles)
- I got it, I got it, I got it!

(Hard whack) - That's it!

That's yours, That's yours!
Let's go, let's go!

(Hooves thud,
polo ponies snort and grunt)

- Over here!
(Polo pony whinnies)

- Get it, get it!
- Get it!

(Hard whack) - Go, Dad!

(Hooves thud, polo pony grunts)

(Hard whacks)

- (Groans)

(Players yell)

(Hard whack) - Got it!

- Got it!

(Polo pony whinnies)

(Players yell)

Ref: (Whistles) Penalty!

- (Laughs smugly)

- What?
- What just happened?

- I don't know.
- He crossed the line of play.

- And that's bad, right?
- Right.

So now the other team gets
a penalty shot.

- Okay. That's,
that's all right.

You'll get 'em next time, Dad!

Lisa: (Laughs)

(Hooves thud)

Ref: Play!

(Hooves thud)

(Hard whack, ball thuds)

- Yay! Nice! Good job, Roland!
- Yay, Roland!

(Mallets clack)
Players: Good shot! Good shot!

- You know, he's doing all
right, all things considered.

- Well, he sure is entertaining
me, I'll tell you that.

- Oh yeah...
- (Sighs)

- Thank you.
- Good job, Tim! (Clapping)

Doing great! (Whistle blows)

Hey. - Great news about Georgie.

- Oh, yeah.
I'm really proud of her.

- Mm-hmm. And the best part is,

the two of you have your entire
lives ahead of you, you know?

You can just take your time.

No need to rush into anything,

you know what I'm saying?

(Horses whinny in the arena)

- No, I have no idea.
- I would just hate to see

the two of you make a decision
about the future

that you might regret later.

You know, you're very young.

Georgie especially is very,
very young.

- I think I know what
you're getting at.

- You do?
- Yeah.

You think it's too soon.
- Way too soon.

- You know, I used to worry
about that too,

but these past few weeks
I've realized that...

she's never been more ready.

- She is 19-years-old, Quinn.

- I know. You're right,
she's young,

and it is a huge commitment.

- Huge. Massive.
Life changing really.

- Right. But... (Whistle blows)

we've talked it over and...

I promise you,
it's what she wants.

- It is?
- I've never met somebody

who's so focused and determined
to going after her dreams.

(Whistle blows)

- Uh... what dream exactly

are you talking about?

- The Youth Championship.

What... what are you
talking about?

- Uh, same. Yeah, yeah.

Yeah, we're talking about
the same thing.

We are completely simpatico.

You know, I'm glad we could
hash this out.

(Knocks on table) Good chat.

- (Sighs)

(Lyndy and Amy giggle)

- Look, he licked my coat.
- He did lick you.

I think he likes you.

- I think he does like licking.

- Maybe this horse will
give you a kiss. Hi!

- There you are.
We wondered where you went.

- Lyndy wanted to see
the horses.

How's the match going?
- Not too great for Tim's team.

May be better
in the second half.

You know what I saw?
(Whispers) A puppy.

- (Gasps) You go see the puppy.
- I wanna show you.

I'll bring her back.
Come here, come here.

Let's see, where'd it go?

- Listen, Amy, I...

wanted to tell you that,

the way you handled Lyndy
yesterday,

I admired that. (Horse grunts)

- You shouldn't.
I'm such a fraud.

- Why would you say that?

- I've been trying to donate
Ty's clothes,

and I haven't been able
to go through with it.

- Well, I don't see
how that makes you a fraud.

- Well, how can I expect
my daughter to be so strong

when I'm obviously not?

- There's no timeline on
what you're going through.

You'll donate Ty's things
when you're good and ready.

- What if I'm never ready?

- You will be.

Just like Lyndy will ride Harley

and sleep through the night
in her own bed -

when she's good and ready.

Every moment...

that I witness between you
and your daughter

is an act of...

profound strength,

and I couldn't be more proud
of you.

- (Chuckles softly)

(Hooves thud, polo pony snorts)

- Hey, Tim, I'm glad you were
able to make it out today.

I'm just sorry you're having
a bit of a rough go.

- Yeah, well,
I'm just getting warmed up.

- Well, best of luck in
the second half.

(Tack jingles, hooves thud)

(Polo pony grunts)

- (Takes a deep breath)

Ref: (Whistles)

All: (Cheering)

(Hooves thud, player calls out)

(Ball thuds)

Players: (Indistinct yelling)
Let's go!

(Ball thuds)

(Hooves thud,
players call out to each other)

(Polo pony whinnies,
thunderous crack)

(Mallet whooshes)

- Agghhh!

(Hooves thud)

(Hard whack, hooves thud)

- Hit it, Dad! (Hard whack)

(Thunderous thud,
cheering and clapping)

- (Victorious laugh) Woo!

- It's those fluid motions.

- Woo! (Laughs)

- Pleasure.

- Tim! - Really nice. - Sorry.

- Hey.

You were great out there.

- I was terrible.
- (Laughs)

- Yeah, turns out polo is
a lot tougher than it looks.

- Well, I could've told you
that. I think I did, actually.

- Yeah, well,
I should've listened.

You know, I always thought
I was a good rider

'til I got on a polo saddle.

And you and Roland make
hitting the ball look so easy.

Your team, you...
you deserved to win.

- All right, well, we're
sharing the champagne

with everyone, so come on.

- Ah, I can't.
- Tim, come on,

it's a fun match.
Don't be a sore loser.

- I mean I can't drink.

I-I don't drink.
I'm a recovering addict.

And also, it's,
it's just not my scene.

My life could not be further
from polo

and champagne celebrations.

- Why are you telling me this?

- 'Cause I like you.

Why do you think
I came out today?

But instead of trying
to prove something,

I should've just put
my cards on the table.

Roland: Jessica!

Hurry up! We're about to open
the good stuff!

- Yeah, I'm coming.
I'll be right there.

(Cork pops) Yeah... I should go.

(Indistinct chatter)

(Door bangs shut)

(Footsteps crunch in the snow)

- (Clears her throat) So...

you gonna tell me
what happened to my dress,

or do I have to drag it
out of you?

- I'm really sorry.

I'll pay for the dry cleaning
out of my allowance.

- Is this because you
don't want Mitch and I

to get married? - No.

Why does everyone
keep asking me that?

I didn't mean to do it.

It just happened while I was...
trying it on.

- It would not have gotten
that dirty

if all you did was try it on.

- Okay, fine.

I've always wanted to wear
a long flowing dress...

while riding a horse.

Like Arwen in
"Lord of the Rings."

- You went riding in
my wedding dress?!

(Bursts out laughing)

This is not funny.

- Does... this mean
I'm not grounded?

- (Laughing)

Come on. (Laughing)

You're crazy, you know that?

- It was a lot of fun though.
- (Laughing harder)

- Did you feel like Arwen?
- Yeah.

- (Laughing)

- Thank you.
Tim: You guys decent?

- Oh, uh, yeah.

(Footsteps thump on stairs)

- I wondered if I could have
a word with our coach.

- Okay, yeah, absolutely.

I'm sorry, I couldn't be
at the match today.

I had an online course
I couldn't miss.

- Oh, you didn't miss a thing.
Trust me.

- (Laughs) Okay. I'm gonna head
to the house then.

'Kay. - Night.

- Night!
(Footsteps thump on stairs)

- I just wanted to thank you
for everything today.

You know, if it wasn't
your help,

I would've made a complete fool
of myself out there.

- (Laughs) You did well.

Hey, a few more lessons,
you'll be a real pro.

- No, I don't think so. I think
I'll be hanging up my mallet.

But I also appreciate you moving

that business meeting of yours

so that you could teach me
a couple lessons.

- Don't mention it.
I had a fun time.

- Okay, well,
if I don't see you tomorrow,

have a safe trip. - Thanks.

- You know, you and I both know
that Georgie's

a pretty incredible rider
all on her own,

but having a coach like you
in her corner,

it doesn't surprise me
that she's doing so well.

Take care.

(Happy sigh,
footsteps thud on stairs)

- (Determined sigh)

(Wardrobe door clunks open)

(Blows out her breath)

(Clothes thunk in box)

(Clothes thunk in box)

(Rustling, clothes thunk in box)

(Rustling)

(Clothes thump)

(Sighs heavily)

(Sighs)

(Approaching footsteps) Hmm.

Do you know whose jacket
this is?

- Daddy's jacket.
- That's right.

And I thought
that maybe tonight,

we could leave it
right here with you.

Does that sound okay?

- Okay.

(Jacket thumps lightly,
light pat)

Now, I want you
to close your eyes

and try to get some sleep, okay?

- Okay.
- I love you.

- I love you, too.
- (Light kiss)

???

(Bedding rustles)

(Door creaks closed)

(Amy sighs sleepily,
blanket rustles)

(Chuckles softly)

(Birds chirp outside)

(Door clicks open)

(Door creaks closed)

(Loud knock,
footsteps thud on stairs)

- Hey! Uh, Georgie's almost
ready to go.

- Thanks. I'll...
I'll be right down.

- Okay.

(Sighs heavily)
You know, actually,

there was one more thing I was
hoping to talk to you about.

Um, (Clears throat)

it's, it's kind of embarrassing,

but the first night
you were here,

I, I couldn't help but notice...

Well, I saw inside your bag
there was a ring box.

- Oh! Yeah, it...

you mean this? - Yeah.

Yeah, yeah, that's the one.

- Yeah. (Box clicks open)

- Oh... cufflinks.

Yeah, that makes
a lot more sense.

- Oh, what did you think it was?

- Um, you know what?

It's not important.

- Oh, you, you didn't
think that I was...

- I'm just gonna go ahead
and get outta your hair,

let you finish packing.

Better hurry up. You don't
wanna miss your flight.

- Okay, yeah. Thank you.

(Hard exhale) Whoa.

(Fire crackles)

(Truck door bangs shut,
birds chirp)

- Hi.

Thanks for coming.

So I guess it's time for me

to put my cards on the table,
right?

The truth is,
I really like you, too.

(Laughs uncomfortably)

I've been a nomad
for months now,

and... I love it.

It's a freedom that I have
never experienced before.

You know, I'm living my life
one day at time.

You know, today, I'm in Hudson.
Tomorrow, who knows where?

So...

I just, I don't wanna make you
a promise that I can't keep.

- Mm-hmm.

Well, I wasn't looking
for promises,

I was looking for an hour...

for coffee.

- Well, a coffee date
sounds nice.

What're you doing right now?

- Think you can find
a couple mugs?

- Yeah, I think I can do that.

- I got a tin pot and some
coffee beans in my truck.

I can make you a cowboy coffee
over that fire

you'll never forget.

Best cup of Joe, guaranteed.

- Now this, I gotta try.

- All right, let's do it.

???

- Lou, I, I... I can't believe
Katie pulled this stunt.

You must be furious.

- I know I probably should be,
but... (sighs)

the truth is, Lisa, I was never
that crazy about this dress.

- Oh.
- Or the one before it. Or...

the venue we picked. I just...

(Sighs) I'm sorry, I don't know
what's wrong with me.

- (Inhales deeply)

(Sighs) Honey,

when I married your grandfather,

it was the definition
of a low-key event,

but it was perfect for me.

It didn't matter
what I was wearing

or the location,

it's how I felt.

I hope you can find your way
to that feeling

on your wedding day. It doesn't
matter how you do it.

- (Sighs) I hope so too.

(Clock ticks)

? Come gather around people ?

? Wherever you roam ?

? And admit that the waters ?

? Around you have grown ?

? And accepted that soon ?

? You'll be drenched
to the bone ?

- Are you ready? - Yes! - Okay.

? If your time to you ?

? Is worth saving ?

? Then you better start
swimming ?

? Or you'll sink like a stone ?

? For the times,
they are a-changing ?

- Are you on?
- Here we go.

(Hooves thud)

? As the present now ?

? Will later be past ?

? The order is rapidly fading ?

? And the first one now ?

? Will later be last ?

? For the times ?

? They are a-changing