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[indistinct chatter]

ELYN: Don't eat that.

You know how old it is?

Twenty-five years.

This pie is 25 years old.

Won the Bluebonnet Prize for seven consecutive years.

Do you know what the Bluebonnet Prize is?

They searched high and low for a better piece of pie,

but never found one.

Sue White finally died, and some gal over in New Boston

won for her chestnut,

but this pecan won for seven straight years.

Do you know who ate this pie?

Dwight Eisenhower.

It's true, Dwight Eisenhower ate this pie.

Well, not this one.

We keep this one preserved in memoriam,

but it was good pie.

Better than any Parisian pastry.

[cash register dings]

Not that Sue ever had a Parisian pastry.

She never traveled further than Rogers City,

and that's only because the one man she ever loved lived there.

We all knew she broke it off, because he wouldn't move here.

She couldn't stand to live a whole 10 miles away.

And thank the good Lord for that,

or else Paget wouldn't be able to lay claim

to the best pie maker in the history of the state of Texas.

[coins clatter] You here for the competition?

Yes, ma'am. Well, do you know who this is?

Another one of our celebrities: Jack Ridge.

He's playing Saturday night.

First time in years anybody in this town's heard him.

Oh, damn it!

[groans]

[breathing heavily]

God.

Damn it.

[knock on door]

[car engine idling]

[turns engine off]

Need some help, stranger?

Uh, yeah.

What, you don't have any ice at home?

Claire took the trays.

Claire took the ice trays?

Well, I mean, I gave them to her, but yeah.

Claire's been gone for nine months.

Yeah. Only Jack Ridge would think

to give up ice trays in a separation.

Divorce.

Divorce? Yeah.

Got the papers today.

Sorry to hear.

But good to see your face in town every once in a blue moon.

Jack!

Oh, that's--that's all right.

What did you do?

It don't look that bad.

Will it be ready for Saturday?

It'll be fine.

It better be.

Do you see that?

JACK: Yeah, I've seen it. ELYN: This is a big deal.

Hell, the only reason we got the competition back in Paget

is by saying you'd be playing.

I know.

It'll be all right by Saturday. Don't worry.

Crawfords'll probably be selling next.

Mm-hmm.

You know, Jack,

you don't have to stay on that farm forever.

[begins piano piece]

[plays dissonant chord]

[knock on door]

[knocking]

Have you ever considered becoming a member

of Jesus Christ and the Latter Day Saints?

[scoffs]

Well, have you?

Well, first off, it don't work like that.

They run in twos, they don't fly solo.

Well, anyways, I got a few brochures

I'd like to leave with you.

And they don't let Mexicans in, last I heard.

Oh, Mexicans. We're everywhere now.

JACK: Mm-hmm.

You can see us in the Carnegie Hall.

Are you talking about yourself now?

No, not me.

I'm talking about César Reyes. You heard of him?

Can't say I have.

Well, he's a fine player.

From a little town in Michoacán.

I read about him recently.

Probably a lot like you.

Although I don't know if you've ever played Carnegie Hall.

Avery Fisher in New York, Symphony Hall in Boston,

a handful in Europe.

But Carnegie Hall? No, not yet.

But we're not here to talk about my résumé, are we?

[sighs]

[simple piano piece being played tentatively]

[plays wrong note]

[speaks Spanish]

Just pick up where you left of.

Why Bach? Why not something newer?

Well, if you're going to learn to play the piano,

you got to learn to play Bach.

It's got everything you need in there.

It just seems like a lot of little notes.

Yeah, it is.

[resumes playing]

Thank you.

Now you need you to practice every day,

at least an hour, okay? Okay.

But I was just wondering if we could double up

on the piano lessons this week?

If you think that'll help.

Yeah, I think I need it.

Thursday?

That works. All right.

See you then.

Oh, wait. Wait a second. Wait a second.

[groans]

Look, it's no big deal.

No.

Really, I don't need a receipt.

It's better this way.

Fences, neighbors.

"Good fences make good neighbors"?

It's an expression, "Good fences make..."

[groans]

Just take it.

Okay.

But as a neighbor, I just have to say,

you need someone to look at that hand.

It'll be fine.

Don't you have a big piano competition on Saturday night?

[sighs]

Featured performer or something?

I've seen the posters.

They even had me put one up in the restaurant.

They're making a big deal of you, Jack.

Well, then I'd better come through, huh?

It's going to be hard playing the piano with one hand.

You never asked me.

Asked you what?

Why.

Why?

Why what?

Why I'm taking these lessons.

I need to know?

Just go to Methodist in Plant City

and see what they say.

See you Thursday, neighbor.

[faint piano music]

[piano piece continues]

Can't really hear from here.

Huh?

Music. The competition?

Those big walls they've constructed

into a building sort of serve as a buffer to the outside world.

I'm Alyssa. I know.

Bob Tanner's kid.

Oh, I don't have my own personality?

I'm just somebody's kid? Okay.

Don't make no difference to me.

You shouldn't be smoking, though.

Who should?

Frankly, me. You got another one?

Sure. It'll cost you, though.

How's that?

What's that, whisky?

Oh, not a chance.

Fine, then you don't get a cigarette.

Fine.

33 degrees, 30 minutes north latitude,

90 degrees, 10 minutes west longitude.

That's the exact center point.

The exact center point of Tarbert County.

Here in Paget, we're a little north and west of that.

This town. Where we live.

You planning on joining the Navy or something?

No, I'm in the band. Like you were.

I was never in the band.

Oh, well...

I'm a percussionist.

How'd you hurt your hand?

Hit a wall.

Wow, so...

you could probably be using a cigarette now, huh?

Just a sip.

Ugh.

[coughs]

[lighter clicks]

Heard you're going to be playing this Saturday.

Yeah, I heard that too.

Kind of surprised me.

Oh, yeah?

Well, I mean, you don't get out much, do you?

Always out on your farm,

if that's what you want to call it.

I hear your farm's a real mess.

Handful of six weight calves you keep grazing out there

on some of the finest bottomland in the county.

Just to qualify you for an ag exemption.

Keep your taxes low.

Your dad would have never let that happen.

What do you know about my dad?

I'm in FFA. He's kind of a legend.

I thought you were in a band.

You can do both. Jeez.

Thanks for the cigarette.

Can I come out to your place sometime?

No. I could help you out.

How's that?

I'm good with the land. No.

Your farm could use some real help.

You're brassy, you know that?

What? Brassy.

Brazen.

Brassy.

I like that.

It wasn't meant as a compliment.

So can I help you with your farm or what?

What are you, 15? Sixteen.

It wouldn't matter if you were 18.

It wouldn't look right.

[truck door closes]

Sorry.

[starts engine]

[piano music playing]

[piano piece continues]

[music stops]

[sighs]

[exhales]

[plays]

[groans]

Oh! God!

[grunts]

[**]

[woman] What--?

Ow!

What happened to your hand?

[groans]

What are you doing here?

Here, this is yours.

That was your mother's.

Was. And now it's yours.

Jack, I am not-- Keep it.

Just keep it?

Do you want some coffee or something?

I'm, uh...

I'm playing this Saturday.

At the competition.

I'm the featured performer.

I heard.

Well, I could probably swing you a ticket if you want it.

Is Van Cliburn going to be there?

He's dead.

Really?

Really.

Anyway, I think it's safe to say

that that ship has sailed.

You need to see a doctor.

The necklace is yours.

It's nice to see you.

[starts engine]

**

[steam hisses]

[car tires screech]

Ah, God!

Ah!

[groans]

WOMAN: And after the prayer, well, then, that's when you're on.

[giggles]

Oh.

Oh! Excitement's building.

Do you know what you're playing?

Uh, yeah.

Sure.

Arlene? Yes?

I need a ride back out to my place.

You think you could...? Oh, yes, of course, Jack.

I'll take you right now.

Thank you. Oh, I almost forgot to tell you.

You know the best part?

What?

That's the piano.

It's the same one.

From when you won the competition 25 years ago.

Van Cliburn.

Oh, my.

[giggles]

[plays note]

It's even worse than I thought.

What are you doing?

Just taking it all in.

Didn't I tell you not to come out here?

Yeah, I didn't listen.

Brassy, remember?

Shouldn't you be in school?

It's summer.

And you're my internship.

I can see that you're persistent.

But I'm not interested.

You're going to have to find yourself another internship.

It might be a little late for that.

That's not my problem.

Then what exactly is your problem?

You should probably get going.

Take care of that hand.

[distant piano music]

[piano piece continues]

[plays chord]

[continues playing]

MAN: January or February?

Yeah. It's June, Jack.

You should be checking your oil at least every couple of weeks.

I know.

I'd have just left it out there.

About time you get a new truck.

Well, it still runs.

Yeah, God knows how. I like it.

I know you do.

Ain't a fan of change, Jack Ridge.

That's you, book, chapter and verse.

Looking forward to Saturday.

Yeah, me too.

Claire know?

Oh, uh... I can tell her if you want.

Nah, that's all right. Here.

No way, Jack.

Now, come on, now. Neighbors. Fences.

No, sir.

Don, I like to square my debts.

Jack, we are still family,

even if my sister did divorce you.

You know, barb wire killed the West.

I read that somewhere.

You couldn't just roam anymore.

Too many fences.

I wish I could be around back then when there were no fences.

No barb wire, just all riding around together.

[chuckles]

Keep your fences, Jack.

And your cash.

And I thought Adrienne was just terrific. I agree.

MAN: Light years from where she was this time last year.

Two times in one week. To what do I owe the honor?

I need a favor.

ELYN: What's that?

Feed and Seed's out of ice. Just...

Do you one better.

Was in Peabody yesterday.

Found these, thought of you.

Thank you.

But help yourself to some ice in the meantime.

Hey, Jack.

Hey.

Jason. Jason Hammill.

Band teacher at the high school.

Oh, yeah. Yeah, sure.

[ice clattering]

Really looking forward to Saturday.

Me too.

JASON: They... [ice clatters loudly]

They've actually got me as one of the judges this year.

Oh, is that so? JASON: Yeah. Pretty cool.

Yeah, well, go easy with your critique on Saturday.

I haven't been in front of judges for a while.

Oh!

[laughs]

Yeah, judging Jack Ridge.

That would be something.

Just so you know,

a standing invitation to come and speak at the school.

Students would love to hear from you anytime.

They've been hearing about you for so long,

it'd be nice to finally hear from you.

It would really be inspiring.

Just think on it.

All right, Elyn, I'm out.

See you tonight.

[door closes]

How's the hand?

It's fine.

Better be.

What's with the ribbon?

That, my good man, is the ribbon

won by the award-winning pie sitting next to it.

First prize in all the state of Texas.

Seven consecutive years.

That's right, seven consecutive years.

Well, I'll be.

JACK: Yes, sir, you will.

You know who ate that pie?

General George Patton... Eisenhower!

ate that pie.

President Eisenhower.

What do you think about that?

Jack, you're being weird.

Elyn, I'd like to purchase that pie.

Not for sale. How much you asking?

Not for--

I'm sure this gentleman and I here

could pool our resources, right?

Jack! Not for sale.

[playing simple Bach piece]

[plays wrong note]

I know, I know.

"Keep playing, keep playing."

Well, I'm trying.

[plays]

JACK: See? You got to just keep playing through.

[sighs] You been practicing?

Sorta.

Sorta?

Sorta.

Did you go to Methodist?

Why?

Why?

For them to tell you what's wrong with it.

No. It'll be fine.

So why are you taking these lessons?

Have you ever eaten at my restaurant, Jack?

Chile relleno?

If I'd have known your place did take-out,

I would have called a long time ago.

We don't. I'm the owner.

So my granddaughter's coming to town next week.

Yeah? Where does she live?

My hometown.

Little place east of Puebla, in Mexico.

Near the water.

What's the occasion?

We never met.

That's the occasion.

I came here 35 years ago, along with my brother, for work.

Left my family behind,

expecting to send for them when I was on my feet.

That never really happened, though.

And after a few years, I heard my wife had moved on.

Another man.

Anyways, I left my kids behind when they were very young.

Never had much of a relationship with them since I've been here.

And now they have kids.

And my daughter, Estella, has decided

that her daughter should meet her granddad.

My granddaughter's 11 years old.

Plays the piano.

[hammering]

Hey. JACK: What are you doing?

Couldn't change the internship, so here I am.

JACK: No.

No, I didn't agree to that.

Look, at least just see what I can do.

I thought I'd set up a garden for you,

and if you like what you saw, maybe you'll give me a chance.

Well, what about old Sam Tucker out on Junction?

He's got a nice piece of land up there, he'd probably hire...

What you shaking your head for? He's a looker.

Well, sure, I guess he's handsome enough, but--

No, I mean every time I walk by him, he's checking me out.

He's a looker. [laughs]

[clears throat]

Hey, what do you got to lose?

[hammering resumes]

She's brassy.

I can see that.

[sighs]

So you want to play piano with your granddaughter.

That's why you're taking all these lessons.

That's right.

And I have been practicing.

Every day for an hour, just like you say.

It makes my days longer, but it is important.

[sighs]

[hammering continuous]

Are you hungry?

What?

You like Mexican food?

Uh... Sure you do.

Come on in and have a bite.

ALYSSA: Mile marker 221.

Just west of it.

Really?

Denny Quantrill.

Born in Ladonia, 1895.

Flew over Germany in the First World War.

Medal of Honor recipient.

You didn't know that?

Hey, um, I'm not originally from here.

You should know that.

I don't usually pay attention to historical markers.

ALYSSA: Well, you should. Yes, you should.

I've stopped at every historical marker in the county.

Never pass one up.

North of mile marker 232.

A World War II vet who...

Not even close.

232.

Come on. You know this one.

I do? You do.

In 1969, local farmer Arlen Ridge

saved a young boy's life by carefully maneuvering

a six-ton tractor off of the boy,

an event so impressive they commemorated it

with a historical marker.

Did you know his father?

Only from my restaurant.

ALYSSA: He comes up all the time in FFA.

Is that so?

ALYSSA: Did you know him well?

No one knew him well.

The land.

The land knew him well.

How much have you sold off?

I haven't sold off any of it.

How much are you sitting on?

300 acres.

Herbel wants it, right?

Herbel is desperate for it.

It's the last independent plot in the county.

Your hand's still swollen.

Ain't easy playing piano with a broken hand.

It ain't broken.

Do you miss Claire?

My mom ran off too. You know that.

Well, you got your daddy. ALYSSA: No.

My dad's not terribly attentive.

Kind of like your dad, except mine's obsession is Jesus.

JACK: An elder, right?

Elder. Deacon.

Preaches sometimes.

Mows the grass, trims the hedges.

That's what happens when you kill a family of three,

driving the wrong way on the freeway when you're 19...

drunk.

He's doing penance.

Do you guys pray?

The Lord's Prayer, sure.

Do you pray? I don't think so.

ALYSSA: I do.

It's weird.

They say, "Don't ask for things when you pray."

"Thy will be done, thy will be done."

I don't ask for too much.

One good conversation with my mom.

I mean, wouldn't you like to talk to Claire again?

[sighs]

You don't have to do that.

But I am, and I don't need a receipt for it neither.

[tap water running]

[dishes and cutlery clatter]

[plays "Fur Elise" by Beethoven]

I thought you were a percussionist.

Sorry. No, it's okay.

We got three piano players in the house.

Ain't nothing wrong with that.

How often do you play this thing?

Every day.

Why?

What do you mean?

I mean, why do you keep playing?

Why don't you just quit?

I put a lot of time into it over the years.

That's a sunk cost.

A what?

A sunk cost.

We learned about it in school.

It means whatever happened in the past

can't enter into your decision.

It already happened. You can't change it.

A...

rational economic actor

makes decisions based on what makes most sense in the present.

You learned that in school? Mm-hmm.

Public school? Yeah.

Can I change my answer?

Sure.

Ask me again. What's your question?

Why do you keep playing the piano?

Because I know how.

That makes more sense.

[snoring]

Oh, well, he's a hard worker. He deserves it.

You gonna get him home?

I guess.

Do you know where he lives?

Yes, I do.

[laughs]

So...

I'll come back and do some more work on that garden tomorrow.

Well, we'll talk about it.

[sighs]

Hey.

Seriously.

You shouldn't smoke so much.

[car engine starts]

[snoring softly]

Phillip.

Hey, pal, hey.

Let's get you home. Yeah, okay.

Come on. Okay.

[Jack grunts]

JACK: All right. Yup...

Forty-seven.

[turns engine off]

All right, pal, we're home.

What?

Okay.

You got your key? No.

It's probably in my car.

Well--

[Jack chuckles]

[snores]

Just your boots, Phillip.

The rest you can sleep in.

[turns engine off]

[car door opens and closes]

**

ELYN: You don't have to stay on that farm forever.

PHILLIP: Herbel wants it, right?

JACK: Herbel is desperate for it.

ELYN: Crawfords'll probably be selling next.

[flask hits ground]

[piano piece begins]

[plays along with melody]

[speaks Spanish]

I'm here with the Jehovah's Witnesses.

You interested?

Did you go to Methodist?

You ready for tomorrow?

Looks better.

A little bit.

Saw myself last night.

You ever do that? Take it all in?

Really see yourself?

So, what did you think? I need to shave.

[laughs]

Need new clothes. [groans]

I ain't so good-looking anymore.

Yeah, well... I need a change.

And not just the way I look,

but I need to change the way I look.

You know?

[sighs]

You know the last time I played in public?

Nope.

It was a little over seven years ago.

I just walked offstage right in the middle a piece.

Didn't understand why I was playing anymore.

I'm sure you'll be fine just as soon as you get up there.

You gonna read that or am I?

On this site in 1870, the local commissary

burned to the ground while housing a large ration of beef,

after which the townspeople gathered

for an impromptu barbeque.

[laughs]

[engine starts]

Mira.

My granddaughter will be there tomorrow.

Yeah?

Yup.

I thought they were getting to town next week.

Getting kind of fuzzy with the dates in my old age.

Well, that'll be good.

You know she don't care.

About what?

How good you sound.

Well, break a leg, neighbor.

Isn't that what they say?

Break a leg, right?

[car engine starts]

JACK: Tomorrow's important.

I know that.

Maybe the only reason it's important

is because it's the only thing I got to look forward to,

but if that's the only reason, then that's enough.

For now.

[plays]

[dialogue inaudible]

[piano continues]

[piano continues]

[lawn mower whirring]

Hey!

[truck approaching]

ELYN: How's your hand?

Don't wave me off, mister. You're just over 24 hours out.

JACK: I don't need a timer on the damn thing.

I know when it's happening.

Well, heaven forbid I keep you up to date.

Liquid courage?

Crawfords just rolled by. What do you mean?

On a tractor trailer. Herbel in tow.

They're gone.

Well, they've been gone, Jack.

Merle hasn't farmed that land in over a year.

They were stubborn like you, but they ain't stupid.

How many Herbel trucks you see go by your window every day?

I don't know. Why are you so concerned about it?

My daddy would have never sold out to 'em. Ever.

You don't know that, Jack.

I do. You do, too.

And this whole damn town does as well.

[cash register dings]

Damn it. That's okay.

[cash register drawer closes] Put it on your bill.

Just rest up for tomorrow, okay?

No, just keep it.

What are you going to do with that pie?

Sue's? Yeah.

Keep it here, preserved. How long?

Well, I...

What you gonna do when Herbel comes poking around

asking how much you're going to sell it for? What then?

"Not for sale" is what I'd tell them.

Yeah, we're all for sale.

This whole town and every person in it.

[door closes]

Changes are coming, old-timer!

Don't get too comfortable.

MAN: Heya, Jack.

JACK: Bob.

I'm really looking forward to tomorrow.

Yeah.

That some kind of trick you got there?

You keep your fingers nice and cold before the big day?

Uh...

Hey, listen,

I wanted to tell you thanks for having Alyssa

as your intern.

She's a-- She's a hard worker, no doubt about it.

Hand's probably cool enough. I better get home and get on it.

Oh, of course.

Looking forward to it.

[starts engine]

[exhales]

[begins playing]

[plays dissonant chord and stops]

It's Friday. You don't have any plans?

ALYSSA: This don't count?

I understand.

Growing up, all the other boys were tossing the balls

and practicing on their tackling drills.

I was always in that room in there, practicing.

Was always practicing.

Anyway, I came out to tell you

that we should probably call it a night.

This is some good dirt you got here.

Black land dirt.

Yup.

Ain't for the faint of heart.

You know you asked if we got along,

me and my old man.

We did. Sort of.

He always found his strength from all this,

not his family.

I reckon that's why I've held on to it for so long.

This is the closest I'm ever going to be to him.

Some people thought you went crazy.

Just...living out here,

all by yourself.

I wasn't one of them.

I thought you were just...

thinkin' on things.

Working on the next big idea.

I could stay out on a farm like this forever.

But that's me, right? Not you.

Alyssa...

I don't know if anyone should stay anywhere forever.

I been thinking about...sunk costs?

I suspect that that might work okay for your economics class,

but that ain't us.

That ain't the world we move in.

Everything is redeemable.

Nothing is sunk.

It just needs time to grow, mature.

You're making something out of this land,

just like my old man did.

Just like you do with the piano.

Yeah. At one time.

Yeah.

At one time.

You know, I never got a good answer.

About what?

Why do you keep playing?

Why don't you just quit?

I told you. I know how.

Nah, I don't think that's good enough.

You don't? Well...

okay, well, ask me again.

Why do you keep playing?

The piano?

Well, yeah, the piano.

Why do you keep playing?

I just always really loved the sound it makes.

[piano playing in distance]

[knocks]

Jack?

Hey!

I got you a hot meal for your big day.

[engine turns off]

Joaquin!

You seen him?

Nope. You?

Nope.

He never locks this. [chuckles] You don't know that by now?

Jack?

Jack?

I'm hungry.

You?

[turns engine off]

[applause]

Jack!

I'm gonna be right back.

Come on.

Jack.

Hey.

What are you doing?

Look, I know you don't listen...to anyone.

But listen to me.

You need to cool it with the smoking.

[door slams]

ELYN: My Lord!

Jack, you scared the dickens out of me.

Wait, what are you doing here?

[opens can]

[panting]

I don't know what they expect of me.

I ain't who I was.

I'm not that person anymore.

Jack, it'll be okay.

Everyone out there loves you.

Just take it easy, okay?

Relax.

I got to take this out back, but I'll walk over with you.

It'll be okay.

[panting]

Don't eat that!

Good Lord, child.

That pie's been preserved for posterity.

It ain't fit for eating.

You know, Van Cliburn came in here once, 25 years ago,

the night of your performance.

Had a bite to eat.

A chicken club,

and of course, he finished it off with a piece of pie.

You can't come to Paget and not have the pie.

I told him he was in for a real treat to hear you.

He sure was.

We were all real proud of you, Jack.

You put Paget on the map.

Did us proud.

And then you came back.

And we all waited to see what was next.

We waited and waited.

It's been 25 years.

I think it's time.

I know.

No. I think it's time.

Life is meant to be lived.

Your daddy knew that.

And that's what he did every single day on that farm.

He lived.

But you're just spinning your wheels out there, Jack.

Stop spinning your wheels.

Stop holding on to his farm.

Figure out what you want.

Make your move.

And what if I don't...

still have it in me?

Not a chance.

Well, you got this far, might as well finish it off.

[laughs]

I can take him on around back.

PASTOR: Let's pray, shall we?

Dear Heavenly Father, Lord,

we come to you today in honor and...

thankfulness and gratitude for the opportunity

to hear these great pianists, Lord...

[continues indistinct]

It's just nerves. You'll be fine.

Lord, we just want to thank you for yet another day

on this great earth...

[continues praying, indistinct]

...and have our being.

Amen.

ALL: Amen.

WOMAN [whispers]: Go ahead.

[no audible piano playing]

[no audible piano playing]

[piano now audible]

[continues playing]

[continues playing]

[continues playing]

[piece ends]

[applause]

[coughs]

[applause peters out]

[retching, coughing]

[groans]

Oh, God.

[sighs]

JACK: What are you two doing here?

Hey!

Oh, sorry. Forgot.

JACK: Forgot what?

You were great.

So how did it taste, cowboy?

What are you talking about?

The pie. You ate the pie.

Sue White's.

Oh. [all laugh]

ALYSSA: Now what?

What do you mean?

Well, I mean, you played the competition.

Now what?

Yeah, now what?

Phillip, you know what pyrethrin is?

Hey, uh...

I had to look it up myself.

Apparently...

it's a biodegradable pesticide

used by organic farmers.

I didn't know you were an organic farmer.

Did I leave it behind?

Yes, ma'am.

Did you see what she did out back?

Yes, sir, it's fine.

JACK: She's good with the land.

I'm not going to sell to Herbel.

Never was.

Didn't know what I was going to do until now.

I'm putting it in your name.

When you turn 18, this is all yours.

You're giving me your farm?

It belonged to your father.

Actually, it belonged to his father.

It's been in my family for 70 years.

But it belongs to you now.

Or it will soon enough.

PHILLIP: That's generous of you, Jack.

JACK: I saw that piano you have over at your place.

You can do better.

I want you to have the one I got in the other room there.

What? Are you giving away all your possessions or something?

No. But, you know,

I can't fit the house and the piano

in the back of my truck.

I'd take them along with me if I could.

Where are you headed?

I can't say for sure.

Just not here.

Right.

Anyway...

thank you two for sticking around,

making sure I was alive.

But you can go on home now.

I'm going to start packing.

Jack.

Yeah?

If I take that piano, how do I get it out of here?

Don't know.

Well, how'd you get it in here?

Honestly, I don't remember.

[x-rays ruffling]

DOCTOR: You take a look right here,

we have a small fracture in the fourth metacarpal.

We call that a boxer's fracture.

Are you a boxer?

Pianist.

Well, the swelling looks good.

When did that happen?

A week ago.

I've been icing it.

Well that's something, anyway.

The good news is I don't have to reset the bones.

The bad news is I have to put you in a cast

for four to six weeks.

But that should take care of it.

A friend of mine told me I should have come in a week ago.

But I didn't.

I'm stubborn, I guess you could say.

Hit a wall, is that right?

Yeah. Stubborn and...

stupid?

I'm working on it.

You reckon I caused any permanent damage?

You think you're the only hot-blooded,

stubborn guy in North Texas?

Nah, you'll be fine.

Maybe next time, just count to 10.

JASON: You going to be okay?

JACK: Yeah, the doc seems to think so.

JASON: I want to thank you for coming.

I think the kids are going to get a kick

out of hearing from you.

JACK: Now I never was in band, you know.

JASON: Huh.

Well, we'll just keep that between us.

Thought you might want to take some of your dirt,

wherever you're going.

I see you got your hand fixed up.

Yeah, a week too late.

Then you wouldn't have been able

to play the competition, would you?

My dad said he talked to that lawyer you hired.

Said they got everything straightened out.

Glad to hear it.

All right, get back to your land.

[door opens and closes]

You ever been anywhere outside this old town?

Grand...

Canyon.

Is that it?

Okay.

[door opens]

[ignition starts]

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