Amy and Lou go on a road trip to stop a Miracle Girl imposter. Tim puts on a rodeo school showcase, but a series of mysterious events threaten the show. Amy questions if she should visit Finn.
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(narrator): Previously
on Heartland.
- I appreciate the enthusiasm,
Caleb.
- Does that mean that you'll
let us take over your school?
- Yeah, sure, you earned it.
- I did? Woo!
- Was that Finn Cotter's truck
I saw driving out of here?
- He's moving back to
Kindersley. He just came to say
goodbye.
- About your rodeo school,
I'd like to help out
once in a while
on a volunteer basis if I could.
- Well, that actually might be
a deal I don't lose money on.
Any time, Sam.
- There's something going on
between you and Finn Cotter.
- I don't know if there's
a possibility of something, but
I... I kind of hope there is.
- You put
too much hope
in people changing, Amy.
It's a recipe for getting hurt!
I won't see you hurt!
- No, you're the one who's doing
the hurting here, Grandpa.
♪
(horse snorting)
Stand. That's enough, Lexi.
Ho... Stand.
Hey, easy now. Come on.
Ho. Hey, hey, hey.
So, you need to be firm.
Let her know that you're not
gonna mount up until she's
standing still.
Sometimes, this takes
a bit of patience.
All right, come on.
♪
Hup.
(Amy clicking her tongue)
There. You can see
she's less spooky
every time I do this.
(Amy clicking her tongue)
♪
Good girl.
Let's try this again, okay?
Good girl.
- Wow.
- Good girl.
- Wow.
♪
(horse snorting softly)
♪
- Wow.
(indistinct chatter)
- Thanks for fixing
Lexi's spinning.
I'm so glad I don't have to use
that other technique
to mount up anymore.
- What other technique?
- Get her in the corner of a pen
then quickly step up
onto a saddle
before she starts spinning.
- Well, that doesn't work.
Not only that,
but it's dangerous.
- Yeah. I learned that
the hard way.
- Who told you to do that?
- The other Miracle Girl.
- Other Miracle Girl?
- She has a website
and does house calls.
I reached out to her
because I thought she was you.
I'm glad I got the right
Miracle Girl this time.
(amusing music playing)
- Haha!
- Hey, girls. You're hiding out
from your mother in here?
- You know how she is
with screen time.
- Yeah. Let me see that.
- We're not watching
anything inappropriate.
- No, no, I know. I just...
I need to look something up.
Apparently, there's
this horse trainer
who calls herself
the Miracle Girl.
- But you're
the Miracle Girl.
- This must be her site.
- Is that you?
- No, but she kind of looks...
- Exactly like you.
(theme music)
♪ And at the break of day ♪
♪ You sank into a dream ♪
♪ You dreamer ♪
♪ You dreamer ♪
♪ You dreamer ♪
- So, uh... we're rolling here?
- Yeah.
We're-we're
just checking stuff.
- Okay, eh, uh, get busy.
Like, coach something,
someone.
- Okay.
All right.
- We're good to go.
- Yeah.
- So I, uh...
I thought we would, uh,
begin with you
just giving us
a little bit of a rundown
of what--
- No, it's okay, it's all right.
Listen, I already prepared
my answers, so tchk.
- But, uh, you don't know
what I'm gonna ask.
- Well, I'm real busy,
let's just...
let's just do this.
- Okay, uh...
- What can you expect
to see here tomorrow?
Uh, well,
I guess you could call it
an extravaganza
of young talent,
kind of a showcase
of all of our young riders
and... and everything
that they do here
at the rodeo school.
- And what exactly
are we--
- Why now? Good question.
Um, well, recently,
I got into the barrel racing
business, so I'm hoping
that maybe we can attract
and inspire some new riders
and show them
the top-notch level
of coaching that we have
available here.
(cow mooing)
- So...
- Sorry? The culmination of
my life's work? That's another
good question. I... I've never
thought about that. I guess
you could say,
yeah, I think so.
I mean, I'm very proud
of everything
that I built here.
And I think
that the best is yet to come.
We're really starting
to hit our stride.
- Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! Easy! Easy!
Easy!
- Sam, just let...
- Oh!
- Let go of the rope, Sam.
- You-you... you can...
you can cut that, right?
That's it.
(cow mooing)
- Hi, GG.
Amy has an impostor.
- What?
- This horse trainer is totally
pretending to be Amy.
- Well, she didn't
actually claim to be me.
- But she calls herself
the Miracle Girl
and look at all these pictures.
- Wow!
She really looks like you.
- Yeah.
And check this out.
(vehicle honks)
- Lyndy, get back in the truck!
I thought Paula got
that video taken down.
- It's the Internet, you can
never really take anything down.
- What's the point
in all of this?
- Seems like she's trying
to trick clients who are looking
for Amy. I mean,
if you search up Amy Fleming,
this website is
the second link that pops up.
- This is misrepresentation.
- And a few people have posted
really bad reviews
about Amy.
- She's damaging your brand.
- And she could also be
damaging horses
if she doesn't know
what she's doing.
- Yeah, Grampa's right.
There was this woman
at my clinic, and she got
thrown from her horse because
of this trainer's bad advice.
- Well, there's no address
on here,
but you can message
to set up a home visit.
- Send her this message:
we're suing you.
- She's not gonna reply to that.
- Well, we have to make contact,
Amy, we need to shut
this down right away.
- Why don't we make up
a horse problem.
- Good idea. What's a horse
issue she couldn't resist?
- I don't know,
maybe something
with a Gypsy Vanner.
- Ooh, good one.
- Yeah.
- (Tim): Gimme that.
(horse neighs)
Yeah,
I like to stay positive
for my students,
keep their spirits up even
when they're down in the dirt.
♪
(horse neighing)
- Whoopsie!
Ugh!
- Keep it up!
- Nice ride,
you're getting there.
- So when did that bronc--
- What? That... that bronc?
His name is Hagler.
Yeah, he's been
with us for a while. He, uh,
he's got a special role
to play tomorrow
in the showcase, so...
I wanna give the students
a little surprise, prove to them
that you're never
too old to rodeo.
All right.
(chuckles)
I'll let the cat out of the bag.
I'm gonna unretire my chaps
and ride that guy myself.
(camera clicks)
Tomorrow.
- You got a death wish?
You haven't ridden
a bronc in years.
- Caleb, it's a big deal.
I mean more students,
more sponsorships.
We gotta put on
an amazing show.
- I don't really want
to see my husband
in a spectacular wreck, thanks.
- Oh, Hagler's a crow hopper.
It'll be like watching
Wayne Gretsky go
for a public skate.
Or Barry Bonds take
batting practice.
You know, it's just for show.
It's all good, I promise.
(horse whinnying)
- Wow!
Someone has a high opinion
of their rodeo legacy, huh?
- I got some errands to run;
can you, uh, tend the horses,
groom the field
for tomorrow?
- Aye, aye, Captain.
Seems like Tim's
rubbing off on you.
- I got a lot going on
here and at home.
Just do it.
- Yeah, you got it.
Not loving
the stressed out Caleb, though.
- Oh, my gosh, Parker, this is
so cool. We have to do this.
- I think you girls have had
enough screen time
for today.
- Are your parents
like this too?
- Doesn't matter.
They're out of town,
so my rules go for both of you.
- Well, we weren't
on TikTok or Instagram.
There's this online
short story contest,
and its theme is hauntings.
- Are you gonna enter?
- And plant a week's
worth of nightmares
in my subconscious?
No thank you.
- I'm totally gonna write one.
You're supposed to set it
in your hometown.
- Fine.
(tablet chimes)
- Hey. Maybe it's
fake Miracle Girl.
It is. It's her.
- What did she say?
- She's interested
in helping us.
But she wants our address.
- Oh no, no, no.
Uh, there's no way
she's coming here.
Um, tell her we're on the road
and we'll go to her.
- Lou, I don't like
all this lying.
- Amy, she has a video
of your daughter on her
website. It's creepy.
And we're just fibbing a little
to snuff out a complete fraud.
(tablet chimes)
- "Don't usually give out my
address, but I've always wanted
to work with a Gypsy Vanner."
- Ha!
- She lives in Glidden,
somewhere in Saskatchewan.
- Glidden. Okay.
If we leave now,
we can be there by 3.
- What, this afternoon?
- Yeah. Amy,
I have a free day,
there is nothing left
to clean in this house, and
we need to confront her ASAP.
- Lou, we'll
get back really late.
- So we'll stay the night.
If that's okay with you girls.
- I don't mind.
- What about Lyndy? I'm not
gonna impose.
- (Katie): Parker and I
can look after her.
GG just has
to supervise.
- Yeah, I'm fine with that.
It is your dad's
big showcase tomorrow.
- Right. We will come back
first thing.
Amy, we need to deal with this
before any more horses
or people get hurt.
- All right.
Tell her we're on our way.
- Yes.
Oh!
Thanks, girls.
- Hey, Kitty-cat, it's Dad.
Do me a favour,
tell Mom to come
to the dude ranch, okay?
Tell her it's an emergency,
like there's
a guest complaint or something.
'Cause I'm here right now,
I'm gonna surprise her.
Glidden in Saskatchewan?
What? No, no, no, it's okay.
I'll call her. Okay, sweetie.
(guitar music)
(cell phone beeps)
(cell phone ringing)
- Can you put that on speaker?
- Yep.
(cell phone beeps)
- Hey, babe, I'm just
on the road with Amy.
- Hi, Peter.
- Hi.
What's... what's going on?
Katie said something
about an impostor or something.
- Yeah, it's a long story,
but we're gonna shut her down.
How are you?
- Uh, I'm good.
I'm actually at the dude ranch
right now. Haha!
- What?
- Yeah. Um,
I was, uh...
I was gonna surprise you
with a romantic date night,
and I... I booked
the cabin under a fake name,
I told Rick to
cancel all your appointments
and...
- Peter, that is so sweet!
- Okay, we should go back.
- No, no, no, don't do that.
Don't be crazy. This sounds
serious. Go and deal with that.
It's fine. I'll spend some time
with Katie, it'll be great. -
Umm...
one small thing: Parker is
staying over with her tonight.
- Okay. Uh, so scrap
the one-on-one time
with Katie then.
- I'm sorry.
- No. It's... it's fine.
Uh, you and I can spend the day
here together tomorrow, right?
- Yes, for sure.
- No.
Lou.
- Oh, shoot.
It's my dad's showcase tomorrow.
- Or we'll go to a rodeo.
(chuckles)
- I'm gonna make this
up to you,
I promise. I love you.
- Okay, no problem.
Love you too.
- Bye, Peter.
- Bye.
- Hey, man!
- Hey, man.
- What are you doing here?
- Well, solo vacationing
it looks like. Haha! You?
- Uh, apartment
is being painted; Lou said
we could spend the night.
- Okay. No Cass?
- Oh, she's with her mom
and dad. So yeah, it's just, uh,
me and Carson that needed
to escape the fumes
tonight. Hey, buddy?
- Yeah.
- So we got boys' night, yeah?
Give me a high-five.
- Yeah!
(men chuckle)
- All right,
you go explore.
(truck door closes)
This should be fun.
(Peter sighs)
- (Lou): I feel so bad.
He came all the way out to
surprise me, and I wasn't
even there.
- Well, we can
go back, you know.
- No. We're doing this.
(cell phone chimes)
Who are you texting with?
- No one.
- Which means totally someone.
Why are you being so secretive?
- Oh, because I don't need
any more family judgments
and opinion.
- You're talking about Grandpa?
- Did he say something?
- No, but I can feel
a chill in the air
every time you two
are in the same room.
What's going on?
- Grandpa has issues
with Finn Cotter.
- Al Cotter's grandson?
- Mm-hmm.
- Is that who you're
texting with?
(Lou gasps)
Amy, are you two--
- No.
Lou, nothing is going on.
(cell phone pings)
- Uh-huh?
Nothing at all.
Haha! Ah...
(hissing sound)
- Tim?
Tim? Is that you?
♪
♪
- (Lou): Okay, I think
this is it up here.
- Oh, yeah.
6205 right here.
Go left.
- Okay, you ready?
- Yeah.
- Okay. Let me do
the talking.
- Well, I'm the one
she's pretending to be.
- Yeah, exactly.
You must feel so violated.
I can do this
with a cooler head.
- Oh, my God,
it's you!
- Um, I'm--
- Amy Fleming, I know.
And you're her sister, Lou.
I'm Jolene.
What are you doing here?
- Uh, we saw your website, okay?
We know what you're up to.
- I don't understand.
- Oh, come on.
Calling yourself the
Miracle Girl, so people think
you're Amy?
All those photos
on your site look
exactly like her.
- You even have a link
to that video of my daughter.
- If you don't shut down
your website, we're gonna be
forced to take legal action.
- I never claimed
to be Amy.
I post a lot
of inspirational
horse videos, and I can call
myself whatever I want.
Nobody owns the rights
to the name Miracle Girl.
- It's misleading, okay?
People are bringing you
their horses
because they think you're Amy,
and then they're
leaving her bad reviews.
- That's enough.
I'd like you to leave now.
- Not until you agree to stop
lying about who you are.
- I'm not the one here
under false pretenses.
I'm sorry, but if you don't
leave right now,
I'm gonna have to press
charges for trespassing.
- Come on.
We'll be back.
(exhales)
- What if I set it
at Maggie's?
Um, kitchen staff
are going missing
'cause there's
a... a demon snake
living in the drainpipes.
- I might read that.
- Which means
it's not scary enough.
Why is this so hard?
Dad, can you think
of something terrifying?
- What about the wrath
that impostor's gonna feel
when your mother
gets to Glidden?
- Well, you put gas
in a diesel tractor, bud.
Well, then who else
could it have been?
What do you mean,
they're all over...
Okay, just-just hang tight,
I'll be there
as soon as I can.
Got crazy stuff happening
at the rodeo grounds.
Tractor's broke down, toilets in
the washrooms are overflowing.
- Oh, maybe there's
ghosts out there.
- What?
No, it's not a ghost.
Listen, I gotta get down there
and get things back on track
for the showcase.
You think you could watch
Carson for a little while?
- Oh, um....
- Thanks, man,
I really appreciate it.
- Okay. I mean, sure.
Haha!
At least, I got you girls
to help, right?
- Ghosts at the rodeo,
that's it!
Come on, Parker, let's go
inside. I need to bounce
my ideas off you
to gauge the fear factor.
- Seriously?
- Thanks for the idea, Dad!
- Anytime, sweetheart.
Oh, hey.
- Tag, you're it!
- Tag, you're it!
- Oh... Hahaha!
Okay.
(truck honks)
- (Lou): Yikes.
- (Amy): Oh!
- (Lou): Maybe we should
drive back tonight.
- No, I like it.
- Prff!
- Come on, Lou. Oh, there's even
one those little things
that give you a massage
for a quarter.
- Charming.
(Amy chuckles)
- Hey, you were the one
that wanted to stay,
so that we could give her
that cease and desist letter.
- Can you believe
that this place couldn't print
an e-mail from my lawyer?
They had to send a fax.
- You know, maybe we don't
even need the letter.
Maybe I should go back
on my own
and try playing good cop.
- Oh, so I'm the bad cop
in this scenario?
- Well, you did come off
a little hot.
- I was protecting you.
- I know, I know,
and I appreciate that,
but maybe I should just
try one-on-one.
- And I stay here
cooped up in 1976?
- Mm-hmm.
- Pff!
- You know, Jolene,
she wants to be me
which is really weird.
- Yep.
- But maybe I can show her
that she's acting
in a way that is so not me.
And come on, why don't you
just relax a little.
I'll go give this a shot.
- Okay, but at least,
take the letter
in case your plan doesn't work.
(sighs)
- Fine.
And you... can enjoy
a very luxurious massage on me.
- Haha! No.
Really.
(coin clinking)
(bed buzzing)
(Amy laughs)
(buzzing stops)
(Lou laughs)
- Wow! That was
extremely disappointing. Haha!
- Okay, good luck.
- Thanks.
- Hoo! Hoo! Oh my God!
Oh my God! Hoo!
- We got a problem.
- Yeah, I can see that.
How did they all
get out of the pen?
- I have no idea. I went in
to deal with the plumber;
when I came back out, they were
all over the grounds.
- Okay, okay. Um,
we have to deal
with this before--
- Hey, what?!
What the hell is going on here?
We gotta round
them up. Fast!
(snorts)
(whinnies)
- Tch, tch, tch!
- Psst. Come on. Psst, psst.
(neighs)
- Come on!
Come on!
(whistles)
- Come on! Come on!
♪
Hup!
Hey, come on!
Hup! Hup! Yeah!
(horse neighs)
- All right, that's all of 'em.
- No, it's not.
Where's Hagler?
I got an interview
in a half an hour
with a radio station.
Damnit!
- Oh, go, we'll find him.
- No. That's the horse
I'm riding tomorrow.
Let's split up and search
every inch of this place.
- Okay.
(horse whinnies)
- No need to call
the authorities, I left
my sister at the motel.
- She was a bit much.
- I thought it might go better
if we just chat
one-on-one,
trainer to trainer.
So, what's the deal
with this guy?
- His name is Blaze.
Just started working with him.
Lots of spirit.
His owner is hoping
I can turn him into a jumper.
- Does he seem to
have potential?
- Oh, yeah.
He's a gamer.
We've been doing
some groundwork,
but he's chomping at the bit
to try the jumps,
literally.
- Yeah, I've worked
with horses like that.
But you know, sometimes
I have to remind myself
that it's me who decides
what comes next, not the horse.
- Yeah.
But you want to make sure
the horse feels
they're being heard, that we're
reading their signals.
- True, but sometimes
we can... misread
their signals.
Like, with Lexi.
Her owner brought her
to me to...
fix the spinning issue.
- I could get up on her
just fine.
That was obviously
a rider issue.
You're not the only one
who can connect with a horse.
(Blaze snorting)
- No, not that fast.
(Blaze neighs)
- Whoa! Whoa!
Whoa, whoa!
- Slow down. Slow...
(Blaze neighs)
- Oh! Oh!
Oh!
- Hey, you okay?
- I'm fine!
I could swear
he wanted to jump.
- Well, your instincts
aren't completely wrong.
He definitely has
a competitive edge.
I have a hunch.
Come on.
(Amy clicking her tongue)
Was Blaze his name
when his new owner bought him?
- I think so.
- Sounds like
a pretty good name
for a racehorse, doesn't it?
- You think he's
from the track?
- Only one way
to be sure, I guess.
Every horse from the track has
one of these tattoos.
- I know.
I just didn't think
to look for that.
- It's okay. I mean, you're
still new at this, right?
- No. I've been working
with horses my whole life.
Probably just needs
a different bit.
- Jolene?
(disquieting music)
- What are you doing in here?
- Um... I-I was just
- For the second time,
please get off my property.
- Not until I give you this.
- What is it?
- It's a cease
and desist letter.
If you don't take down
that website,
we will press charges
for identity theft.
- You'd do that to me?
- I have to stop
this somehow.
You're not who you're
pretending to be,
and... you're hurting
horses and their riders.
- Fine. I'll take it down.
I didn't want to hurt anybody.
I was just trying
to be like you.
(horse snorting)
- You found him.
- Yeah,
I found him, Caleb,
but I missed my interview.
- Shoot. Well,
at least we got the news story
on TV tonight.
- Caleb, we gotta get
as many people here
as possible, the more publicity,
the better, so I'm
gonna have to go into town
and start spreading the word.
You and Sam make sure
nothing else goes wrong today.
- Okay.
- What's all this?
- Well, the kids want
to roast marshmallows and...
and then camp out tonight.
Carson is sure excited about it.
- Okay! Hang on!
- That's great, uh...
Thanks for watching him.
- Yeah, no problem.
I got nothing else on my plate.
Lou's off in Glidden, so...
- Well, at least
she's coming back.
♪
- What did that mean?
- Cass is leaving me.
She wants a divorce.
- (Carson): Daddy!
- Coming, buddy!
- Honey, you barely touched
your sandwich.
- Not hungry.
- That's a first. Haha!
- Been a bit of a rough day.
- That's an understatement.
It was a gong show.
Anything that could go wrong
went wrong; it doesn't
bode well for tomorrow.
- Tomorrow is gonna be
amazing. I'm gonna take
a bunch of great pictures,
you're gonna use 'em
to promote the school.
- I just got a bad feeling.
- Maybe that's about you
getting on a bronc
at your age.
- Says Father Time.
- Tim, hear me out and don't
let this go to your head,
but you've done
a good job at that school,
you made a real difference
in those kids' lives.
And that's gonna
come across without you
trying to relive
your glory days.
- It's gonna
be okay, Jack.
I handpicked a bronc
that we use for beginners.
It's all gonna be good.
We just have to put on
a great show for the fans.
Would be nice if you helped
set up my saddle
and turn him out for me.
- Haha! I think you're nuts.
- I just hope
people show up,
I mean, and that
the kids perform.
We just can't look
like hacks.
- Okay, what's
with all this doubt?
You always say to me,
"Just put your fears aside
and go for it." So take your own
advice, take your own advice.
- I have so much invested
in this expansion.
I mean, if this showcase
doesn't go well,
I'm driving down a road
that heads straight off
a cliff.
- Tim, your showcase
is gonna be great.
- It's gonna be great.
- I think maybe I should go back
and see Jolene tomorrow.
- What? Why?
You got through to her.
- I know, but she just seemed
really upset.
- Gin.
- Aww!
Ah, you win.
- Another game?
- No. I'm ready for bed.
- How's the texting going?
- Lou...
- Come on, Amy,
give me the goods.
- I said I don't want
to talk about it.
I already have to deal
with Grandpa in all this.
- What is Grandpa's problem
with Finn anyway?
- He just thinks that he's
like his grandfather.
- In what way?
- He just says
you can't trust a Cotter.
- Weird.
- Oh, doesn't matter
anyway. Finn's gone back home.
♪
- But you miss him?
- Yeah.
Before he left, we...
we kind of shared a moment.
- What kind of moment?
- It's no big deal.
- Did you kiss?
(Amy sighs)
Hey, um, I'm sorry.
I... I didn't mean to press.
You really like this guy.
- I do, but...
- Hey, you shouldn't
feel guilty.
- But I do.
You know, every time
I feel those butterflies
or I feel any kind
of connection, I--
- Amy, it's normal.
You probably haven't had
feelings like this since Ty.
- Well, it doesn't
matter anyway.
Finn had family obligations
back in Kindersley, so...
- Wait a minute, Kindersley?
Isn't that only
a couple of towns
away from here?
He's the one you should go see
before we go back.
- I have to admit the thought
has crossed my mind.
But what would I
even say to him?
- What you just said to me.
Just be honest.
Hey, if you don't
put yourself out there,
you'll never know
what might have been.
- That is the last
marshmallow, you guys.
(Jack and Peter laughing)
- You guys ready
to hear my story?
- Yeah!
- I guess.
- Let's go to the tent.
- I call the pouf!
(Jack laughs)
- So, ahem, uh...
sorry about dropping that bomb
on you guys earlier.
It's, uh... it's just...
- You okay?
- No. No, I'm not.
Our marriage has been
on the rocks for a while, but...
We just been so busy
in our own worlds,
and everything at home
obviously revolves
around Carson and...
I guess we just grew apart.
We're like roommates.
- Well, maybe it's just...
...you know, a rough patch.
- No. She's done.
I tried,
and... we're here
'cause she's actually packing up
and moving out tomorrow.
- Well, I'm sorry, Caleb.
- Yeah, me too.
Ending a marriage is tough
under any circ*mstances, so...
- You know, the hardest part
about this is just
what it's gonna do to Carson.
I really don't understand
how Cass can
just rip our family apart
like this. I want to make sure
that Carson does understand
that I had absolutely nothing
to do with this decision.
- You know, Caleb,
you're given me some...
some pretty good advice
in the past.
I mean, you were the one
who told me to put my heart back
out there with Lou.
- Yeah.
- Don't blame Cass,
not in front
of Carson.
She's his mom,
and she will always be his mom.
And if you run her down in front
of him, it's only gonna hurt
your son. And even if you're not
a... a couple anymore,
you can still be
a nice, tight parenting unit.
- I think I really need a drink.
(chuckles)
- Well, I do happen to have
a bottle of champagne.
- Tonight, that would be
just fine.
Yeah.
- Haha!
- Why not?
- (Katie): "Crawling
on her hands and knees
on the hard, sandy ground
of the arena,
Charlotte now had a hunch
about what was going on.
Cowboys and broncs
from rodeos past
were rising up
in a zombie apocalypse.
Under the light of the Moon,
she crawls closer
and closer towards
the closed chute.
She listens
for hooves pounding,
the snorts and grunts
from behind the gate,
but she hears nothing.
Nothing except
the still silence of the night.
But she's sure this must be
where the zombie bronc
is hiding, it has to be.
When she finally gets there,
she summons
all of her strength
and pulls herself up
onto her feet, ready to face
whatever it is
on the other side
of the gate. Her hand
quivers over the latch.
She takes a deep breath
and pulls the gate open."
(Pop!)
(kids screaming)
- Woo!
(men laughing)
- The zombie bronc is here!
A zombie bronc is here!
(men laughing)
- What's happening,
buddy?
- We heard a loud bang.
- Did you?
- Aha!
- You okay?
- It's ghost stories.
(crickets chirping)
(Hagler whinnies)
(snorting)
(horse whinnies)
♪
- What do you want now?
You won, you got
what you wanted.
- I didn't like
how we left things.
- Can you just leave me alone?
I'm working with Blaze.
I know I can still train him to
be a jumper.
- You might be
right.
- Really?
- I have an idea.
I'd like to give it a try
if you'll let me.
(guitar music)
Hey... Good boy.
(Blaze snorts)
(Blaze snorts)
Well, he's reacting really well
to my prompts.
He's starting to learn
how to control his speed.
Good boy.
You wanna
give it a try?
- I guess, yeah. Sure.
- Okay, just stay
relaxed, all right?
Sit deep.
(Blaze snorting)
All right.
Now, just get him
into a nice trot.
That's it.
Now remember, you're in control.
Ask him to walk again.
There you go.
It doesn't have to be a race.
You know, we just need
to take it back
to the basics.
That's good. Okay now, stop him.
That's it.
Now, go forward again.
Trot a little bit.
There you go.
That's good.
There you go. Good!
Ho.
(Blaze snorts)
(Blaze snorts)
- I was in complete control.
- It's a pretty great feeling,
isn't it?
Stay away from
the jumps for now.
Just let Blaze find
his own confidence
and work on his patience
and discipline.
- You must think I'm nuts.
All the pictures in the barn
and the website and everything.
But I love horses,
and I've always felt like
working with them is my purpose.
So when I saw that video of you,
I'm serious, Amy,
the way you are with horses,
you're everything I want to be.
- I'm flattered,
I... I really am,
but just like Blaze, you have
to take this one step at a time.
You... you have
to build yourself
as a trainer and create
your own identity;
otherwise, horses and people
are gonna continue
to get hurt,
and... I can tell
that's not what you want.
- Of course not.
I'm sorry for using
the name Miracle Girl.
Already taken
the website down...
and all the pictures
in the barn.
(Lou sighs)
- Are you gonna do this or what?
- We should probably just
get on the road. I mean,
I don't want to be late
for Dad's showcase.
- Mm-hmm. Nice try.
We have plenty of time.
Did you tell him
you were coming?
- No, in case
I changed my mind.
- Right.
Well, we're already
here, so...
- Fine.
- Be right here.
Take your time.
(soft music)
(knocking on door)
Hey. Um, I'm sorry,
I must have the wrong address.
- Oh, it's a small town.
Who are you looking for?
- Um, Finn Cotter?
- Oh. Then... you have
the right place.
Finn, hon?
Um, looks like
his truck's gone,
so he's probably out
on a client call.
Did you want
to leave a message?
- No, it's... it's okay. Thanks.
(door closes)
- Welcome, everyone,
to the All 'Round
Rodeo School Showcase!
(applause)
♪
- Hey, Grandpa.
- You're back. How was Glidden?
- Well, I think you'll be happy
with how it all turned out.
- We'll catch up
with you in a minute.
- Yeah.
- Amy, you can't keep
doing this, okay?
There's gotta be
an explanation.
- Lou--
- No. I know you don't want
to talk about it, but--
- Whoever she was,
Finn never mentioned her.
- That's why you need to call
him and ask him who she is
straight up. Just call him.
- No.
I'm done talking about this.
- Amy, just...
- Lou!
- Hey, honey.
- Hey, hey. Hey, Amy.
- Hey. Thank you
for looking after Lyndy.
- Yeah, no problem. I, uh...
(sighs)
- What's going on with her?
Is she okay?
- No. There's this guy,
but he's not
who she thought he was.
- Ah...
♪
- (woman) Woo!
(snorting and whinnying)
- Woo!
Let's give it up for one
of our young aspiring stars,
huh?
(crowd cheering)
- Wow!
- Now listen up.
If any of you young ladies
or young men
think that barrel racing is
something that you might want
to try, we're gonna offer you
a free session.
Okay. Next up, our bronc riders
are gonna strut their stuff.
But first,
we're gonna give you all
something that these kids
aspire to.
We're gonna give you
a classic bronc ride
from their coach.
Yours truly, Tim Fleming.
(applause and cheering)
- Only Dad.
- Let's go, Tim!
Honey, your grandpa's about
to ride a bronc
for the first time in decades;
can you please put that away?
- You need to check out
the impostor's website.
- What? I thought
she took it down.
- (Amy): Well, she did remove
all the pictures
and the link to our video.
- And she's
not calling herself
the Miracle Girl anymore.
- Let me see this.
Oh, what's this?
- Hi, I'm Jolene.
- Looks like she's taking it
back to the basics.
She's going down
her own path.
(ominous music)
- Hi.
(Tim chuckles)
Good.
(camera clicks)
♪
(Hagler snorting)
- You got it?
- Yeah.
- Let's go! Let's go, boy!
- Are you sure about this?
- Yeah. Yeah.
Kids are doing great.
(Hagler whinnies)
(camera clicks)
- Here we go.
- Hoho! Wow.
- Easy in, Sam. Easy in.
- Hoho!
Oh! Oh! Whoa! Whoa!
Oh! Oh!
- Get out of there now!
- No, something's wrong!
(neighs)
- It's not good, Tim!
Get out of there!
- Oh! Yep! Yeah!
(neighs)
No!
(neighs)
- Let's go.
- No!
(neighs)
Jack! Jack! Open the gate!
Open the gate!
Open the gate! Open the gate!
Jack!
Jack!
Jack? Jack, talk to me, come on.
Jack, you okay?
Come on, Jack. Jack?
(indistinct chatter)
- (Amy): That bronc just went
crazy, what happened? - I don't
know.
Hagler's never done
anything like that before.
- I found something weird. There
was a bag of rocks in the chute.
- That's why he went crazy.
Someone must have put that
under his saddle.
- Why would someone do that?
- We're headed to Foothills ER.
- Yeah. I'm-I'm going with them.
- Okay. Let's go, let's go.
- Tim, you need to see this.
(Tim sighs)
- Take these. I'll meet you
at the truck.
(dramatic music)
(indistinct chatter)
Mike!
♪
(ambulance siren blaring)
♪
