All language subtitles for Heartland s05e17 Calling.eng

Amy:
Previously on "Heartland":

How come you didn't tell me
you're moving to Nashville?

I didn't think
you'd care.

Amy: We're bringing the
horses to Heartland.

Mr. Hanley asked me
to care for them

and I'm going to do that.

You're gonna have to look after
more than just horses.

(Dog whines)

Miranda, you think
you're gonna win,

but you're not.

Put the boy before yourself,
for once,

'cause I'm gonna fight you!
I'll fight you...

I'll fight you
right to the end.

♪

(Spartan grunts and snorts)

(Cell phone rings)

Amy:
Good morning.

Ty:
Hey. Good morning.

Amy: Well, how are the
overnight guests doing?

Ty:
Ah, pretty good.

Skeeter made it
through the night

without chewing
on his sutures.

(Laughs)
Well, that's progress.

Ty: Yeah, I think I'm
starting to go crazy though,

being in this clinic
for over twenty-four hours.

Well, how about I come by
in a little bit?

Yeah,
that'd be awesome.

Okay.
I should run,

but I'll talk to you later.

Okay, bye.

All right, Lobo,
come on!

Let's go get some breakfast!
Come on!

What would you say
if I raised my babysitting fees

to twenty-five dollars
an hour?

Lou: I would say you're pricing
yourself out of the market.

But that's how much
I need

if I'm gonna be renting
an apartment in Hudson.

An apartment?

Yeah, just a one room,
or a bachelor,

but it has to have
a dishwasher.

I'm gonna take
a wild guess

that you haven't talked
to your parents about this?

No, because I'm never
talking to them again.

Mallory, maybe moving
to Nashville

won't be so bad.

You should think of it
as an adventure.

Going to Bora Bora
is an adventure.

Moving to Nashville
is the worst thing

that's happened to me--
Ever.

And that's saying a lot

considering I've fallen
into a well.

Amy:
Good morning.

Mallory:
There's nothing good about it.

(Lobo pants heavily)
U: Oh! No way. Muddy paws;

I just washed
this kitchen floor.

Plus, he's always trying
to eat Katie's food

off of her tray.

Yeah,
but Katie loves him.

Don't you, Katie?
Hmm?

Lou: He's cute, but he's
going outside where he belongs.

Can I borrow
five thousand dollars?

Excuse me?

Never mind.

Lou: You know, if Lobo
won't sleep outside,

you should ask Grandpa
to like build him a dog house

or something.

Where is Grandpa
anyway?

Ah! Refer to the very
informative note

on the fridge.

"Be back later
this afternoon. Grandpa."

Yeah, and I'm pretty sure
I heard his truck

leaving the yard around
midnight last night.

Midnight;

That doesn't seem
like Grandpa.

Hello, Miranda.

Hello, Jack.

Thanks for meeting
with me.

Here, have a seat.

I'm not sure
this is a good idea.

Oh, please,
just hear me out.

I drove a long way.

I only need a few minutes
of your time.

Lobo!

Lobo!

Lobo?

(Cattle low)

(Gun cocks)

(Gunshot blasts)

♪

♪

♪ And at the break of day ♪

♪ you sank into your dream, ♪

♪ you dreamer. ♪

♪ Oh, oh, oh... ♪

♪ You dreamer, ♪

♪ you dreamer. ♪

Sync & corrections by Alice
www.addic7ed.com

Now, I didn't come all the way
to Moose Jaw

to cause problems for you.

Ever since you showed up
at my door last spring,

I've had nothing
but problems,

and I have the legal bills
to prove it.

I have no intention

of coming between you
and your son.

But Shane's not gonna be
a boy forever

and you're only gonna be able
to keep him away from Tim

for so long.

Is that a threat?

No, that's a fact.

When Shane gets older,

if he wants
to find his father,

he will.

But by then,
I'm afraid,

there won't be a father
to find.

Not the one he remembers
anyway.

What are you saying?

We have something in common,
you and me.

We both knew
the old Tim;

The one I kicked out
of the house.

The same guy you met
in Fort St. John.

(Huffs)

He's off the wagon,
isn't he?

I'm sorry to say.

So what?
Why should I care?

Well, because if things
get any worse,

your son's gonna have
a broken-down drunk for a dad,

and no amount of lawyers
or courtroom battles

are gonna protect him
from that kind of heartbreak,

and you know that.

What is it you want me
to do, Jack?

(Low hum of chatter,
dishes and cutlery clank)

Lobo!

Lobo!

Lou: Mallory, have you seen where
the extra baby wipes went?

What's going on here?

Oh, nothing.

I thought I'd just prepare
a little something for lunch.

Is that a quiche?

Quiche Lorraine
to be exact.

Wow.
What's the occasion?

No occasion.

You're a hard-working mother

in the middle
of a highly stressful move,

and your equally busy husband
is away on a business trip.

You barely have time
to breathe,

let alone prepare
a healthy meal.

So sit down
and enjoy.

Thank you.

And don't forget
to leave room for dessert.

I made a creme brulee
that is to die for.

You made a creme brulee?

Mallory:
A secret recipe.

I found it on a blog
called...

"Secret recipes."

Clearly, a well-kept
secret.

Bon appetit!

Wow, Mallory,
this looks amazing.

Thank you.

Are you going to join me?

No, thank you.

I think I'm gonna get
a head start on the laundry,

and then after that
there's silverware

that should be
polished.

No, there isn't.

Oh, then I'll just
iron the bedsheets.

Okay, Mallory,
what's going on?

Nothing.

This is just an example

of what your life
could be like

with a live-in
domestic engineer.

Mallory...

You won't even
have to pay me.

I'll work for room
and board.

And think about all the money
you'll save on daycare.

What about school?

I'll multi-task.

What about your parents?

I'll get... emancipated.

(Sighs) Believe me,

I wish you didn't
have to move away, Mallory.

I'm gonna miss you
like crazy,

and so is Katie.

But I don't think this is
a very realistic solution.

I know.
It was worth a shot.

I guess I'm back
to Plan A:

Saving up money for rent
for an apartment.

And how exactly
are you going to do that?

I'm gonna charge you
$75 dollars for the quiche.

Yeah,
I don't think so.

But I'll pay you
twenty bucks

to help me move my junk
out of the Quonset hut.

Done.

(Hamster squeaks,
cat meows nearby)

I hope you're hungry!

Perfect!
I am starving.

Thank you.

What're you working on?

Uh, just my vet school
applications.

I thought you sent
those in days ago.

I was going to,
but uh...

But...?

This guy in
my genetics class

is bragging about
all of his academic awards.

So?

So I don't have
any academic awards.

Yes, but Ty,

you have tons
of work experience.

Yeah, and so does the guy
in my genetics class,

and this is his third time
applying.

But he's not you.

I know...

Come on.

Ty:
I have good grades,

and I think I'm a pretty good
vet assistant,

but that's not enough
to get into vet school.

What if it's a waste
of time and money?

You're just getting
cold feet.

Any university would be
lucky to have you.

You're gonna be
a great vet.

I gotta go.

What, you're not gonna
eat with me?

Lobo ran away
this morning,

so I'm gonna take Spartan out
to look for him.

Are you sure?

I was gonna let you
feed Lady Gouda

some sesame seeds.

You get those applications
finished.

(Sighs)

Oh! It's my old
mini-fridge.

So many memories...

Your memories smell like
stale beer

and mouldy pizza.

Isn't it beautiful?

Mallory: Lou, come on.
I've heard of nostalgia,

but taking pictures
of old college appliances,

isn't that going too far?

It's not for me,
Mallory.

I'm selling all of this
stuff online.

Mallory: Seriously?
Who is gonna buy this junk?

Are you kidding me?

There is always someone
looking for a deal.

Last week I made
three hundred bucks

selling Peter's old
bachelor furniture.

Three hundred bucks?

Mm-hmm!

And every penny's
going right back

into renovating
our new house.

Lou, you're a genius!

Well,
I wouldn't say genius.

But did I ever tell you

that I was hired by
Strickland and Cook

even before I graduated
from college?

And everyone knows I would've
been high school Valedictorian,

if it wasn't for
Mary Jane Stupka

and her stupid GPA,

which was one percent
higher than mine.

I mean, seriously,
one percent.

Mallory?!

I want my twenty bucks back!

Tim: All right, all
right, I'm here.

What's so damn important
you had to bring me all-

Jack: Just come in
here and sit down.

Tim: Just tell me
what's going on, Ja-!

Hello, Tim.

Tim:
What're you doing here?

Where's Shane?

Staying with a friend.

I asked Miranda
to come here, Tim.

What're you even
involved for?

I got a lawyer
for a reason.

I don't know
that your lawyer's

acting in your best
interest.

Tim: Well, it's none of
your business, old man.

What did he tell you?

That you need help.

Well, you can go to hell,
and you can go to hell.

'Cause whatever
he told you is a lie.

I know he's telling
the truth,

because the man
I'm looking at right now,

reminds me a lot of the man
I dumped in Fort St. John.

I don't need this crap.

I shouldn't have come.

(Bottle cap
screws into place)

I'm getting tired
of you, Jack.

Give it a rest,
huh?

My lawyer is this close

to getting custody
of that kid.

You must be really drunk,
if you believe that.

Keep this up,

and not only are you
gonna lose Shane,

you're gonna lose
your daughters too.

Miranda is good enough
to come here.

Don't mess this up,
Tim.

Lobo!

Lobo?!

(Whistles)

Lobo!

(Birds chirp)

Amy: Hey! There you are!
(Lobo whines)

Lobo!

(Lobo whines and pants)

Where have you been,
huh?

What're you doing?

(Lobo whines)

Okay...

What happened?

(Lobo whines)

(Lobo whines)

Ty:
It's a bullet wound.

What?

Ty: Yeah, you can see
the entrance wound

on the other side
of his chest,

and here's where
it exited.

Oh my God...

Who would do
something like that?

Ty: Some rancher probably
thought he was a wolf.

You know how trigger happy
they get

when they're trying
to protect their livestock.

Well, he's got
a good heartbeat,

that's good.

The bullet went in high enough
that it missed his heart.

He's a pretty lucky dog.

So are you gonna
call Scott?

He's out of town
for the weekend.

Dr. Miller's filling in
for him.

He just left
for the McKnight farm

a few hours ago.

He should still be
in range.

Dr. Miller, it's Ty.
I'm at the clinic.

We've got a bit
of an emergency here,

if you can call me back
when you get this?

Thanks. Bye.

Amy:
So what do we do?

We gotta take him

to the emergency clinic
in Calgary.

Ty, that's over
an hour away.

I know, but everything else
is closed on Saturday.

(Lobo whines)

Okay, here's what
we're gonna do.

I'm gonna staple up
the wounds -

I've seen Scott do it
a hundred times.

If Dr. Miller doesn't
call me back

by the time I'm done,

at least he won't be bleeding
all the way to Calgary.

What can I do?

Clip the hair
around the wounds, okay?

- Okay.
- Keep him calm.

(Clippers buzz)

Hey, Lou.

Hey, stranger.

Can I give you
a hand here?

Here, why don't you
take Katie.

Okay, I'd love to.

Hello, sweetheart.
Hello.

So where have you been?

Your note was
very mysterious.

Yeah, I'm sorry about
disappearing like that.

I ended up driving out
to Moose Jaw.

Moose Jaw?!

Does this have something
to do with Miranda?

Did you have fun shopping
for groceries with mommy?

Grandpa?

Yeah. Yeah, it has something
to do with Miranda.

As a matter of fact,
she's in the house right now.

What? Miranda is here?
Are you kidding-

She might be staying overnight
at the dude ranch,

if that's okay.

Grandpa,
what is going on?

Your dad is not dealing
with this custody situation

all that well.

Why don't you
give me that,

and, come on, honey,
we'll go in the house.

And we'll read a book,
just you and me, okay?

Can you help me
with this?

So this is why
you wanted a ride?

What?

I know you said you needed
to make money, Mallory,

but busking? Really?

I don't even know
how to play the guitar.

This is gonna be
a disaster.

Jake, I'm not busking!

So what's it for then?

I'll tell you
on the way.

Well, where exactly
are we going?

This is the address,
okay?

But you might want
to step on it

'cause I was supposed to be
there five minutes ago.

You know, Miranda,

I'm really glad
you came back here.

Yeah, well,
Jack can be very persuasive.

Can I ask you
a question?

Of course.

All those years ago,
back in Fort St. John,

were you in love
with my dad?

Oh, um...

Well, you have a daughter,
so...

You know what it's like
to be suddenly responsible

for a tiny human being.

Whether or not
I loved your dad,

Shane became my world.

And back then, your father,
well, he had some problems.

He still does,

and I still have
to protect my son.

You make it sound like my dad's
some kind of a monster

Shane needs to be
protected from.

No, he's not a monster,

but he's a different person
when he's drinking.

Um, I'm sorry,
back up.

Who said anything
about drinking?

All right...

Well,
that should do it.

Okay,
let's get going.

(Lobo whines)

Wait...
Something's wrong.

(Panting rapidly)

What is it?

His breathing,
it's not right.

Amy:
What's happening?

I'm not hearing
good lung sounds.

There might be some air
in his chest cavity

from the bullet wound.

- That doesn't sound good.
- No it's not. Uhm...

Here,
can you put this on him?

Amy: It's okay.
It's okay, Lobo.

Good boy.

- Ready?
- Yeah... what's going on?

Ty
I don't know.

Okay.
what do we do?

Um...

Ty?

Just let me think ok?

(Door Knocking)

Tim: Miranda? Open the door!

(Banging loudly)
Miranda!

(Door bangs shut)
I know why you're here.

'Cause Jack gave you
some overblown story

about how I've been
drinking again, right?

So you came to see for yoursef
if I'm an unfit father?

Well,
I hate to disappoint you,

I'm fine.

Really?
You didn't sound fine

in that message
you left me last week.

What message?

You don't remember,
do you?

God...
That's unbelievable.

I knew this was
a bad idea.

We're gonna leave this
to our lawyers.

Look, Shane has not been
the same

since he came back,
okay?

He's angry,
he's getting into fights,

and comes home late
from school

and he doesn't wanna tell me
where he's been.

He used to be
such a sweet boy,

and now he's...

He's what?

I'm tired, Tim.

I'm so tired
of fighting with you!

I'm tired of fighting
with Shane!

I'm...
I'm just so tired.

(Door creaks open
and clicks shut)

Guy:
There you go.

Mallory: Thanks.
Guy: Thanks.

Check it out.

Five thousand dollars
for a guitar?

It was vintage
or something.

Well, where'd you get it from?
Your dad?

Yeah. I put it online
and then like an hour later

some guy from the music store
emails me

and offers me
five thousand big ones.

You know what this means?

It means that I can get
an apartment in Hudson!

I don't have to move
to Nashville any more!

Oh my gosh!

Let's go pick out affordable
Swedish furniture!

(Hedging sigh)

What?

Nothing, it was just...
Something about that guy.

I don't know,
he seems kinda shifty.

He works at the music store.
He's not shifty,

he's, you know, cool.

I don't know,
but...

We should cash that cheque
before we do anything.

Fine!
First, we go to the bank

and then we go
to the furniture store.

You should've told me
about dad,

and you should've
told Amy.

Yeah, I know.

I guess I just didn't
wanna believe it myself.

Yeah, well...

The funny thing is,
I think I knew.

I mean, all the signs
were there.

Well, it's been a tough year
for your dad.

So you're making excuses
for him?

No! I'm not making excuses,
but...

This whole Shane thing

has turned his world
upside down.

So you brought Miranda
here,

what, to fix him?

To show him
what he has to lose.

Now, if they can work
things out,

maybe your father will find
his own way out of this.

And if they can't?

Grandpa, I'm sorry,
but I am not gonna sit by

and watch him tear
this family apart again.

(Phone rings)

(Phone beeps on)
Yeah. Hello.

Wha...
Amy, slow down.

Oh my God.
Is he okay?

Amy:
We don't know yet.

Lou,
I really gotta go.

No, just stay there.

We'll call you
if we need anything, okay?

Bye.

His lungs are collapsed.

So we keep him
on oxygen?

Uh... no,
it's not gonna help;

His chest can't expand
so...

Amy:
'Kay. What do we do?

We gotta get the air
out of his chest.

- How?
- I don't know.

I've never seen Scott do
anything like this before.

Um... Why isn't Dr. Miller
calling me back?

Ty, we need to get him
to the emergency clinic.

We can't go to the clinic;
Lobo can't breathe.

We're not gonna make it
there in time.

You don't look like a girl
who just cashed a cheque

for $5000 dollars.

That's because
it bounced.

I knew he was shifty.

It's probably
just a mistake;

A temporary
cash flow issue.

Let's just go back
to the music store

and clear this all up.

Don't look at me
like that, Jake!

Everything's fine.
Now, let's go!

(Door closes)

Tim:
Hello!

Oh! Something smells
good in here.

Let's see what we have.

(Chuckles, pleased)
Oh, baby...

Mmm!

(Deliberate knife slices)

Hello to you, too!

Okay, okay,
if this is about..

Me not being there

to help you
with this move of yours,

Lou, I'm sorry,
I've been tied up.

I'll make it up to you,
I promise.

Do me a favour.

Don't make me
any promises, dad.

Okay.

When I was fifteen,

you promised
I'd see you again

and you walked out
the door

and I didn't see you
for ten years, so...

What're you talking
about this for, Lou?

This is ancient history.

I'm not going anywhere.

Well, I hope that's true,
dad, I really do,

but, um, I don't know how
I'm supposed to trust you.

You can trust me.

No, dad, I can't!

Not when you're drinking.

No...

Okay, if your grandfather
told you something,

he's blowing this way
out of proportion.

I don't want you
to see Katie any more.

- Lou!
- No, I...

If you're gonna
leave again,

then I don't want you
to see her any more

because it'll just be easier
that way, all right?

Don't do this!

I'm fine!

I swear I'm fine!

You better be.
(Tearing up)

And if you're not,
then get help!

There's dinner
if you're hungry.

(Door chime jingles)

Can you believe this?

The manager of the store
hasn't heard of the guy

I sold the guitar to.

He doesn't even
work there.

I can spot shifty
from a mile away;

That guy was shifty.

What am I gonna do?

Well, you're gonna have
to call your dad.

- No.
- Why not?

Because I can't.

He doesn't know
about your plans

to move out,
does he?

Not exactly.

Well, then I guess...

You're gonna have
to phone the police.

No! They'll just tell
my parents

and they can't find out
about this.

You have to promise
not to tell them!

I promise.

This is a disaster.

I'm an idiot.

I really am moving
to Nashville, aren't I?

Okay, here it is.

We need a three-way
stop valve.

It should be in that drawer
underneath the clipboard.

Okay.
Uh... is this it?

- Yeah, that's it.
- 'Kay, what else?

Uh, we need a syringe,
and a needle and catheter.

Where's that?

Just in that drawer
on the left -

- right beside, yup.
- Okay.

Amy: Okay.
Ty: Thank you.

Can you also get the drapes
ready right there?

- Yeah.
- Thank you.

You're gonna be okay, boy,
you hear me? You're okay.

Jack, do you have
a second?

Yeah, I guess.

I think I did something
really bad.

How bad?

Pretty bad;
Like against the law bad.

Okay,
start at the beginning.

My dad has this
vintage guitar

and I sort of...
borrowed it.

You borrowed it.

Okay, I stole it.

Why would you do
something like that?

I was desperate!

I was really just gonna sell
some of my old things online,

but then I saw the movers

packing up
my dad's office

and I thought to myself,

it's now or never,
Mallory.

This moment is gonna define
the rest of your life!

All right!
Just get to the point.

All right...

I knew my dad wouldn't
miss his guitar

until he was in Nashville,

but by then I'd have
already sold it

and I'd be living in
my own apartment,

with a dishwasher,
in Hudson.

You sold the guitar?

Yes...

But then
the cheque bounced.

What were you thinking?

Why do I have to move
my entire life to Nashville?

This is my home.
It's not fair!

So you think it's not fair!

That doesn't justify stealing!

I'm sorry, Jack.
I really am sorry.

Please don't be
disappointed in me.

I know... it was wrong,

but my parents
are wrong too.

How could they be
doing this to me?

(Door closes)

Tim:
Room service.

Miranda:
Hi.

I-I'm not really hungry.

Well, Lou put this
together for you.

I'll just leave it here.

Save it for later.

(Fire crackles)

Do you wanna sit?

Tim:
Yeah, I got a minute.

So what're we gonna do
about Shane?

And please don't
mention lawyers

because if this
goes to court,

I'm gonna win
and you know it!

You're holding
all the cards;

Why don't you tell me?

I want Shane
to have a father.

He has a father.

Miranda: (Disagreeing) Mmm.

Not the kind that
leaves me

threatening messages
on my voice-mail.

(Mumbling) Yeah,
sorry about that.

Well, that won't
happen again.

It's cold in here.
You cold?

No, I'm fine.

Let me get you
a blanket.

No, I'm fine.
Really.

I'll fix this fire up.

(Kindling clatters)

You know, that smells
really good;

Maybe I am hungry.

Here, here.
I'll get it, I'll get it.

(Fire crackles)

Thank you.

No, there are no onions
in it,

I checked.
(Chuckles)

You remember?

Yeah!

Shane doesn't like
onions either.

No, Shane doesn't like
most vegetables,

except maybe for corn.

Yeah, but it has to be
out of the can;

Can't be frozen.
(Laughs)

Yeah,
he hates frozen.

He likes broccoli.

- No.
- Yeah.

Yeah, Lou made this
broccoli casserole;

He couldn't get
enough of it.

You gotta get
that recipe.

Yeah, I guess I do.

Better set
another place;

Mallory's joining us
for dinner.

Can I spend the night,
Lou?

So long as it's okay
with your parents.

Jack:
I'll give 'em a call.

You're not gonna say
anything, are you?

Well, not tonight.

But tomorrow morning
you will.

Is that clear?

Mallory:
Yes, Jack.

Lou:
Yeah, go ahead.

What was that about?

Well, it's a long story.
I'll fill you in later.

Have you heard
from Amy?

No. Not yet.

Okay, attach the stop-valve
to the syringe.

Ty:
Okay.

Amy: Make sure it's
in the off position.

It's off.

Now you have to insert
the needle into the chest.

(Oxygen hisses)

So...

What?

There's a lot of blood vessels
in the chest,

and if I was to hit one,
that would be uh...

That would be bad.

Then don't hit
a blood vessel then.

Right.

Okay, the intercostal
blood vessels lie just...

Back from each rib,

so from the front side...
Right here.

You can do this.

Okay, it's in.

The syringe,
I'm opening the valve.

Okay...

Here goes nothing.

It's working.

The air's coming out.

Amy:
It's okay, boy.

And again.

How he's doing?

The same.

Okay,
we keep going.

Keep going.

That's it;

That's all the air
out of his chest.

That's all we can do.

(Oxygen hisses)

We should've taken him
to the clinic.

Ty, you made
the right choice.

You did everything
you could.

(Sighs heavily)

Miranda:
When was the last time

we just sat together
and talked.

I don't know.

Fort St. John?

(Laughs)

What?

- Oh, nothing.
- What? What?

Nothing.
I'm just...

Thinking about that bar
where I met you.

(Groans) What was
the name again?

Jamie's.

It was a dump.

I remember the line
you used on me.

Tim:
It must've been good;

I was pretty smooth
back then.

(Laughing) Smooth is not
the word I would use.

You came up to me
and said,

um, my friend over there
wants to know if you think...

...think I'm handsome.
Yeah.

It's a good line.

It's not a good line.
It's sad and pathetic.

(Laughs)

Well, I
remember what you said.

You said to me,

you go tell your friend
that I've seen better.

I did?

Tim:
(Laughing) Yeah.

Well, that's a great line.

(Tim and Miranda both laugh)

I wouldn't worry about
Shane fighting in school.

That's just...
That's what kids do.

Shane is a sensitive boy.

He's not like the other kids
in his class.

He's a lot tougher
than you think he is.

You should've seen him
rope steers this summer.

He was getting
pretty good at it.

Rodeo's his new obsession,
thanks to you.

Well,
he's his father's son.

Yeah, well, he has other
interests, you know.

Like last summer,
he went to writing camp.

Riding camp...

Writing camp.

They have a camp
for that?

They have a camp
for everything now -

and he had the time
of his life, but...

He didn't tell you that.

Well, no.

I don't care
if he went to writing camp

or science camp or...

I just want a chance
to be his father.

I believe you.

Now you just have
to prove it.

Well, how do I do that?

Well, this is a good start.

(Fire crackles)

(Dog barks out back,
cats meow)

Amy:
Ty! Ty, come in here!

He's awake and I think
his breathing is better.

Okay.

Easy, boy...

Easy.

Yeah.

Oh, he's definitely
sounding a lot better.

(Lobo growls,
Ty laughs)

Yeah!

And his gums are nice
and pink;

That means there's oxygen
in the blood.

So he's gonna be
all right?

Yeah, I think so.

(Lobo growls softly,
Ty laughs)

(Phone rings)

Dr. Miller.

Yeah, my girlfriend came in
with her dog.

He has a pneumothorax.

I took the air
out of his chest

and he seems to be
stable now.

I did it by myself,
and I'm sorry,

I know I overstepped
my boundaries,

but we didn't think
we could get him

to the emergency clinic.

Okay.

No, thank you.
Um...

Well,
Scott's a good teacher.

Okay. Okay.

He's on his way
right now.

He said I did everything
he would've done.

(Laughs)

(Sighs, relieved)

(Amy sighs)

(Softly) Lou.

Amy, hey...

Hey. What're you doing
in here?

I wanted to make sure
I saw you

when you got home.

Um, how's Lobo?

He pulled through,
thanks to Ty.

That's great.

I am so exhausted.

I think I could probably
sleep for a week.

Yeah,
I don't blame you...

(Clears throat)
But um...

Amy, there's...

There's something I need
to tell you about dad.

Dad?

(Birds chirp)

(Cell phone rings)

(Cell phone rings)

Hello?

Be right there.
(Phone beeps off)

Jake, your eye.

That's nothing;
Just a scratch.

What happened?

I tracked down
your dad's guitar.

How?

The music store manager
did some searching;

The guy who tried
to rip you off

was trying to resell
your guitar online.

I asked him to set up
a meeting,

I showed up,
and we had a little chat.

Well, by the look
of your face,

you did more
than just talk.

Like I told you,
he was shifty.

I'm sorry.

I didn't mean to drag you
into all of this.

You don't have
to be sorry.

(Sighs)

I'll get you some ice
for your eye.

No, it's fine.
I'm gonna get going.

This is the sweetest thing

that anyone's ever
done for me.

Thank you.

(Gasps)
Hold that thought.

One of these days,

I'm gonna take you
on a proper date:

Dinner, flowers,
the whole deal.

Jake, I'm moving away.

You'll be back.

You have a nice day, now.

(Birds twitter loudly outside,
door closes)

(Groans quietly)

(Footsteps thud lightly)

(Door closes)

(Blows warm air
on his hands)

(Birds chirp and twitter,
wind gusts lightly)

(Truck rumbles)

(Screws cap back on bottle)

Hey.

Amy.

(Sighs)

Is everything
all right?

Yeah. I just wanted
to see you.

I love you, dad.

I love you too,
honey.

You know everything's
gonna be just fine, right?

I believe you.

(Choked up breaths)
I should go.

Okay, okay.

See you.

Okay, bye.

(Truck door opens and shuts,
engine fires up)

(Truck rumbles away)

(Bottle slides
across the ground)

Come on.

(Liquor splatters
on the ground)

(Bottle lands with a soft thud
in the snow)

(Sighs heavily)

Jack:
Boy, that is one amazing guitar.

Okay.

You know what
you have to do.

I got the guitar back.

Can't we just pretend

that none of this
ever happened?

Fine, let's just
get it over with.

Hey, Dad.
Uh, I'm fine.

I have something
to tell you.

Are you sitting down?

So I'll call you as soon
as I get to Moose Jaw.

Okay, okay.

You better drive safely.

The weather looks like
it's turning a bit.

Yeah, I will,

thanks.

Okay.

You know, I can't remember
the last time

I stayed up all night
and talked like that.

(Laughs)
Me either.

(Sighs) Me either. Okay-

Well, I have a long drive
ahead of me,

so I'll...
I'll get going.

- Bye.
- All right. Bye.

(Door closes,
car starts up)

Hey.

I got a crazy idea.

Why don't you just stay
another night?

We'll talk.

(Cats meow, birds chirp,
mice squeak)

All right, Lady G,
lunchtime.

(Dog barks)

Hey, Bella,
look what I got for you!

Huh? What's this? What's this?
You want it?

(Bella groans)

Yeah, a new chew toy
for you!

(Lobo pants)

All right...

How's he doing?

I think he's pretty much
back to his old self,

thanks to you.

Yeah, Lobo...

Well, Dr. Miller's got him
on some antibiotics.

We're gonna keep
an eye on him.

If there's no infection,

you should be able
to take him home pretty soon.

Oh... you hear that, Lobo?
You hear that?

Thank you.

(To Lobo) Thank you -
say thank you.

♪ How does a mountain become...
a canyon? ♪

I'll be right back.

♪ How do lovers split through? ♪

♪ how does one
suddenly become two? ♪

So I gave the guitar
back to your dad.

Seems like he's calmed
down a bit.

He's waiting for you
outside.

I wanna remember
everything

exactly the way it is.

Mallory, I want you to know
that I talked to your dad

about you coming to live here
at Heartland.

He said that he was gonna be
working a lot in Nashville

and he'll be able to spend
a lot more time

with you and your mom.

Thanks for trying.

♪ A lifetime... ♪

♪ how does a touch
turn into... ♪

Maybe you wanna
ask your dad

to come back later;

That way you'll be able
to see everybody,

say goodbye in person.

No.

I don't think
I could handle that.

Besides, this isn't goodbye,
right?

No, you're right,
it's not.

♪ Does anybody know
how to keep ♪

♪ how to hold love close? ♪

It's different though.

New city,
new school...

Yeah. That might be
pretty exciting.

Yeah.

Lou said it could be
like an adventure.

That's a real good way
to look at it.

You take care of yourself,
Jack.

I will.

You make sure you watch
your cholesterol.

Jack:
(Chuckles) Okay.

And don't drink
too much coffee.

I won't.

Mallory:
I'm serious.

All that caffeine is
really bad for your heart.

And let's face it,
you're not getting any younger.

(Jack laughs)
Well, you are right about that.

♪ Does anybody know
how to keep ♪

♪ how to hold love close? ♪

♪ closer than your heart ♪

♪ so nothing can
break it apart ♪

♪ hold on ♪

♪ does anybody know? ♪

(Door closes)

♪ Does anybody know? ♪

♪ does anybody know? ♪

♪

♪ how does a glance
turn into a lifetime? ♪

(Mailbox door snaps shut)

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Announcer: Next Sunday
On the season finale...

Can't imagine being anywhere
Else but here with you.

Announcer: From
Friendship to love...

I don't want to lose you.

Announcer: Now, The final step...

I want your permission
to ask her to marry me.

Announcer: Will it be
A fairytale ending?

Heartland, the season finale,
Next Sunday at 7:00 on CBC.

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