-[hornets buzzing] -[screaming]
[Stacy] Did they sting you?
Is it bad?
[laughs, mutters] I'm sorry.
People are pretty worried y'all are gonna starve in there.
You put this on top, you make Indian tacos.
You can't call it that. It's racist.
Girls, when someone is trying to help you,
it's not your place to correct him.
Someone should.
What spoiled little bitches we've raised.
[Abigail] They are not your children.
You do not have the right to speak to them that way.
I am not talking about them, I am talking about you!
And your sister. We are not on vacation!
My husband is dead!
Your father is dead!
[Preston] Build a cabin where the tents are,
and then another one with a kitchen, place to gather.
[Stacy] I want to bury him here.
This is my home now. I die here, too.
♪ dramatic music ♪
Do you know what happened when he died?
The whole family died with him.
♪ slow, haunting music ♪
♪♪♪
♪ dramatic music ♪
Every time you leave town,
these girls invent a crisis, I swear to God.
[Preston] Well, it's not every time I leave town.
It's every time I go on vacation.
If I was at a shareholder meeting in Boston,
everything would be just fine.
Well, it's not fine, and you're not here.
Wait a minute. Hang on.
[chuckles]
-It's snowing. [chuckles] -Snowing?
-In June? -In June.
What do the fish think about that?
[sighs] Eh, the river's too high to fish anyway.
Well, then why are you...
Oh, no, never mind. I remember.
Cabins don't maintain themselves.
They sure don't. [sighs]
I can't get you to change the curtains here,
but you'll fly a thousand miles
to re-stain a deck.
Well, you can change the curtains anytime you want.
What you can't get me to do is have an opinion about them.
Yeah, it's difficult to have an argument
when you're proving my point, honey.
I didn't know we were arguing. It's been so pleasant.
Can we get back to the crisis, please?
We can talk about whatever you want.
So, I had lunch with Abigail today.
Oh, using her full name.
Yeah. She informed me that she and Dallas
are getting a divorce.
Well, I'm surprised it lasted as long as it did.
It was doomed from the start.
Well, actually, Dallas was doomed from the start.
Anyone who names their child after a city,
especially a city they've never been to...
You haven't heard the best part.
Dallas is staying in the apartment
and asking for spousal support.
[laughs] Oh, yeah, well, best of luck with that,
Dallas.
All right, where's Abby staying?
Well, she would like to speak to you about that.
I think it's time
that we let her figure things out for herself.
Honey, I'm afraid that time has passed.
We throw her out to sink or swim,
we're just drowning her kids with her.
I don't know. Just thinking about when we were young and
crammed into a shoebox of an apartment
with no furniture, rationing ramen noodles.
Ah, the good old days.
Yeah, they were. I mean, what would you trade them for?
Apartment with heat might've been nice.
No, I mean it. I mean, if you had had
parents that you could run to every time life got hard,
would you be the man you are today?
Probably not, but Abby isn't a man.
Wh... Whoa, wait, what's that supposed to mean?
Easy, I'm not picking a fight here.
Yeah, well, you let me decide that.
Paige could handle it. She'd find a way.
But Abby just doesn't have it in her, honey. She's a dreamer.
Big dreams with absolutely no drive to see 'em through.
And if we had remained poor, that would not have changed.
So, I don't-- What are you saying?
She gets to remain a child for the rest of her life?
She remains our responsibility
because she does not have the belief
to be responsible for herself. She never has.
No, the word you mean is "discipline."
No, honey. I mean "belief." You got to have that first.
[chuckles] How can you have discipline
about realizing a dream
you don't believe you're capable of achieving?
We can love her all we want, honey.
We will never make her love herself.
[sighs] You are ruining my plan to blame this on us.
Yeah, don't be too hard on her, honey.
She's hard enough on herself, and that's her problem.
She's the only one who can fix it.
♪ emotional music ♪
[birds singing]
[sighs]
[chuckles] That's in... that's incredible.
Sausage or pancakes?
-Both. -Both.
Since when did my girls develop an appetite?
-Do you want breakfast? -What are my options?
[Abigail] Elk sausage or pancakes.
Oh, God.
[Abigail] It's quite the quandary.
Embrace your inner carnivore
or face the gluten monster.
I don't know when you became
Miss Little House on the Prairie,
you juice-fasting fucking hypocrite.
Hey. Are you out of your mind?
Do not talk like that around my girls.
Oh, your girls. Like you own them.
[Russell] Babe, you got to try this baking soda stuff.
Look at my...
I'm gonna go for a walk.
Take my girls, would you?
Can we go after breakfast?
You can go now.
[door opens]
Come on.
[door closes]
Ooh, I'm in for it now. What are you gonna do, Abby?
Are you gonna bend me over your...
[Abigail grunts] Don't you ever
talk like that around my g-- Ah!
Don't you ever fucking touch me!
[screams]
[yells]
[screaming]
You girls want to see a tantrum?
'Cause, boy, are you going to.
I can see that we've all
completely forgotten why we're here.
Or maybe it's just that I did such a terrible job
as a mother that I instilled in you
absolutely no love or respect
for each other or for anyone else, for that matter.
This is not your house.
This is my house.
And unlike my other house...
...you make a mess in this one,
you will clean it the fuck up.
[both panting]
Cade? Stacy.
I'm sorry to bother you,
but I need to pick up Paul's truck
at the sheriff's, and, um,
I was wondering...
Are you sure?
Thank you.
I have to say, it is refreshing to see you two
passionate about something, even if it is hating each other.
Now, if I could just get you to show
half this much emotion
over losing your father.
♪ somber music ♪
I'll sweep. You want to mop?
[sniffles] Yeah.
[sighs]
Start with the table and dishes?
[sighs]
[exhales]
Everything okay?
[Stacy sighs] No,
Russell, I wouldn't say so.
What happened?
Oh, a lot of emotions, Russell.
They have no idea where to put them.
I'd give them some space
so they don't try to put them on you.
Yes, I've, uh, I've experienced that.
It's not pleasant.
[Bridgett] There you go.
Wow.
Right?
A real-life man cave.
How do they get all of this stuff up ladders?
[Macy] Isn't this cool?
I don't know if we should be up here, girls.
I don't know how stable the floor is.
It's stable enough for a pool table.
-Well... -What's this?
[Russell] Uh, well, that's, uh, like
an antique computer game, sort of.
From, like, the Old West?
From...
Well, not from the new West, that's for sure.
[vehicle approaching]
[engine shuts off]
Thank you.
Hmm. Maybe they should've
beat the shit out of each other years ago.
Abby, I want you to come with me.
Paige, you keep an eye on the girls, a close eye.
Yes, ma'am.
Grab that card your girls made for the neighbors.
[Cade mutters] Oh, God.
Thank you for doing this.
Of course. Uh, excuse the mess. It's a work truck.
No, we're no stranger to messes.
Then you'll be right at home.
Oh, sorry.
-[clattering] -Come on.
Yeah.
-[Stacy] Thank you. -[Cade] Yeah.
[engine starts]
♪ dramatic music ♪
I have something for you from my girls to say thank you.
Oh, don't thank me. I-I didn't do anything.
But my wife will be tickled pink.
We can drop it off if you got time?
We have time.
[dog barks]
-Hey, darling. -[Cade] Hey, mama.
Hope y'all are gonna put him to work.
This one's like a cow dog.
Obeys much better when he's tired.
We'll see what we can come up with.
My girls made this for you.
It's silly, but they wanted to thank you for the food.
Well, nothing silly about it at all. Thank you.
How'd you like those Indian tacos?
Those are usually the hit of the picnic.
We are saving those for last.
That's what we do.
Cade says we got a daughter same age as yours.
Love to get 'em together.
Uh, yeah, I mean, I don't know how long we're gonna stay,
-but we should-- -That would be great.
-How's the school here? -[Kestrel chuckles]
Like the old days, they're all crammed in one room.
It's great for the young ones 'cause the older kids help 'em.
And it's great for the older ones
-'cause they learn how to help. -Mm-hmm.
I'll be back before supper.
[Kestrel] No rush. I ain't going nowhere.
♪ dramatic music ♪
[Abigail] Bye.
[Cade] Love you.
So how'd you two meet?
A rodeo.
I was riding broncs 'cause I'm stupid,
and she was running barrel
'cause she's wilder than a rabid hare.
[whispers] I have no idea what he just said.
I think he's saying they were made for each other.
Yes, ma'am. That's what I was saying.
Sorry.
Oh. That's okay.
[Abigail sighs]
[Cade] Howdy, amigo.
You still got that yellow with the three socks?
[Cade] No, I got him. I ain't sure you want him.
He's, he's fine outside,
but he's a dancing sucker in the box.
He-he don't like them arenas.
-Can I come try him? -Yeah, anytime you want.
I'll come over this weekend.
[Cade] And don't bring beer. My wife will kill us both.
I make no promises.
May I ask you something?
Yes, ma'am.
What in the world were you two talking about?
A horse.
A dancing horse?
That he is.
Okay.
I just need to make a copy of the death certificate.
[quietly] Okay.
The funeral home should have prepared...
Oh. Um...
Oh, sorry.
Uh, this one's the wrong one.
♪ somber music ♪
[copy machine whirring]
We moved it out front for you.
Thank you.
We're praying for you, Mrs. Clyburn.
Praying? For what?
For peace.
It's not working.
[truck horn honks]
[dog barking in distance]
[birds chirping]
[sighs softly]
[console opens]
-[truck door opens] -[console closes]
You want me to tell him to go?
We got it from here, but thank you.
[Cade] Y'all know the way?
Just pull it up on my phone.
That sounds like a no.
Uh, why don't you follow me?
Okay.
[engine starts]
♪ tense piano music ♪
[Abigail] Boy, they sure make men
different out here, don't they? [chuckles]
[sighs] Your father's the only real man you ever met,
so I'm not sure you have the data to make that comparison.
Okay, you know what?
This tough love shit is 20 years too late.
Isn't that the truth?
Is that why you asked me to come?
You didn't get it out of your system this morning?
Okay, you know what? Fine, Mom.
Pull over, give me your best shot.
What is your plan?
-My plan? -Yeah.
In New York, for the future.
I don't know, co-parent my daughters?
You're doing that anywhere.
Work on myself?
Honey, what does that mean?
I don't know.
Try and find happiness.
Find someone who makes me happy.
I don't know. Start dating?
-I don't know, I'll try to-- -[sighs] You have no idea.
No.
-You should stay with me. -[laughing]
No. I am not moving to the Upper East Side
where everyone is married and--
-No, no, no, I mean here. -Here?
I told you what I'm doing.
-Mom. -Abby,
you have never been challenged in your life.
-[sighs] Mom. -This would be a challenge.
Mom, stop. Stop.
And challenge is exactly what you need.
You are not moving to Montana with no running water.
We have running water. We have no sewage.
How can you live here? You have no friends.
The grocery store is an hour away,
and what are you gonna do in the winter?
Are you gonna chop wood?
I know you are hurting. We are all hurting.
I don't know how to move on from a failed marriage.
I can't fathom moving on from a perfect one,
but this is not moving on.
This is hiding.
You have countless friends in New York.
Your family is there.
All of the charities that you worked so hard--
The debate about what I will do is over.
This is a debate about what you will do
and what I will do as a result.
I will sell your house, which is my house,
and as executor of the trust,
I will cease all payments to you.
You want to live in New York? You make it work.
And what about my children?
Pick a boarding school. I'll pay for that.
Yeah, and their father needs to be
-a part of this decision. -Oh, no, no, no.
I am selling his house, too.
There are no more free rides for anyone.
Your options are: stay here with me
or you figure out your life on your own.
What the fuck did I do
to make you hate me so much, Mom?
Abby, you don't understand that
this is the most love I have ever shown you.
[sniffles] Let me out of this car.
I want out of this fucking car. I want out of this fucking car!
[tires screech]
[screams]
What the fuck? What the fuck?!
Fuck.
Hey, bud, you busy?
Yeah, I got some lost cargo on 89.
You mind running it up to the house?
Thanks, amigo. Yeah.
[sighs]
[Russell] A big one.
[laughter]
[Paige] There is a greenroom for him
just outside the theater,
and the screening ends at 8:52,
and then we'll escort him out for the Q and A,
which is scheduled for 25 minutes.
[chuckles] If he wants to do photos, he can.
Um, and then we'll get him over to the Soho House
for the reception.
[Russell and Macy laughing]
No, I won't.
I've had a, a death in the family.
Thank you.
-Hey, you hit it. -Come on.
Is it cold?
[Macy] It feels great.
Ooh, it's cold.
[laughs]
[sighing] Relief, thank God.
[chuckles]
All right, come on.
Go ahead.
Maybe three.
♪ dramatic music ♪
[sniffles]
[sobbing]
[sighs deeply]
[knock on window]
Oh, God.
That sure is a permanent solution to a temporary problem.
[stammers] I'm...
I'm not... I'm not...
You know I got some experience with that solution?
My father chose it.
Thing about suicide no one talks about is that it's...
-contagious, you know? -[sighs]
Lost a brother and an uncle before it was through with us.
I would never. I just...
[stammers]
[chuckling] My girls would never survive without me.
They barely survive now.
Those things come in real handy when you, uh, surprise a bear,
but that's about all they're good for.
Yeah.
How would you feel about me hanging on to that
until a grizzly makes you real angry?
Okay.
When my father died, the...
thing that surprised me the most was all the damn paperwork.
The paperwork has-has got to be somebody else's job.
Yeah.
Your job is just to miss him.
Yeah.
I'll follow you this time.
You... stay on 287 till you get to your road.
Okay.
Thank you.
[rolling up window]
[sighs]
♪ melancholy music ♪
[indistinct chatter]
-[phone buzzing] -But I just...
Um...
Hi, honey. Hold on just one second, okay? I'm going outside.
Are you okay? I have been calling and texting, and I...
[Stacy over phone] Are you my friend?
Am I...? Stacy, of course.
Think real hard before you answer.
Stacy, you are my best friend.
Get on a plane. I need you.
You text me the address, and I will be there
first thing in the morning.
[inhales deeply]
[exhales]
No. [scoffs]
Is there any way someone could bring the rental car to me?
I will drive them back.
Okay, you know what?
How about I pay for two rental cars,
and one person follows the other person to me?
You know what?
Let's try this again. How about...?
[siren wails]
Uh, one second.
This ain't very safe.
You don't say.
Also ain't very legal.
Would you mind arresting me?
Is there any way that you can bring a rental car
to the police station?
Is that possible?
Uh, I got an idea that's a little less traumatic.
How about I give you a ride?
-You'd do that? -Yes, ma'am.
In the back?
Only if you start making trouble.
I have all of today's trouble out of my system.
That's good news for both of us.
Thanks.
[Van] You're out by the Mason Ranch?
Am I?
Where Cade works? [sighs]
Oh. Yes, Cade.
Cade the cowboy.
He is that.
Everybody knows everybody here, huh?
Well, ain't much of an accomplishment.
[laughing]
Oh, man.
[crying]
[laughing] I'm sorry.
If it's any consolation,
you are seeing me at the lowest point in my life.
Don't get to meet many at their best moments, ma'am.
[Abigail sighs]
That just ain't the job.
I'll tell you this,
if I had a loved one pass in New York City...
...I'd be a lot more lost than you.
[sighs]
Do you have any music in this thing?
[chuckles]
Music is the one thing it don't have.
But I can turn the sirens on,
drive like a bat out of hell if it'll make you feel better.
It's worth a shot.
[siren wailing]
Boy, people just get right out of the way, don't they?
Yeah, sirens have that effect.
I don't think I have the moral compass for this kind of power.
[laughs]
What's your name?
Abby.
You're all right, Abby.
♪ majestic music ♪
[Russell] Hey, we could, uh, try the, um,
Indigenous tacos. What do you think?
Did we eat all the lasagna?
Yeah. Lasagna is down.
What's in the freezer?
Um...
Everything in the freezer has hooves.
All right, let's try the taco things.
[clears throat]
Where's Mom?
Uh...
There's a light on in her cabin.
I'll be back.
[Russell] Take bear spray.
If there was a bear, I think I would see it.
[door closes]
-[Russell clears throat] -[door opens]
[chuckles]
[line ringing]
[Abigail over recording] Hey, it's Abby. Leave a message.
[phone beeps]
[Paige] Mom.
You didn't tell us you were back.
[Stacy sighs]
I'm gonna have to go back out and find your sister.
She's at the neighbors'.
What neighbors?
The cowboy.
That doesn't make any sense.
The cowboy followed me here.
[scoffs] That's where she is.
We're making dinner. Are you hungry?
How did she manage that?
I heard "handsome" and I heard "uniform."
What's for dinner?
The tacos. We dare not speak their name.
I cannot wait for those girls to meet the woman who made them.
We swam in the river today.
Oh, yeah? How was that?
Felt great on my hoo-ha.
[laughing]
And then Russell made me this baking soda bandage.
There's no telling the yeast infection I'm in store for,
but the swelling is sure down.
My vagina is almost back to normal.
Jesus.
I got to say, Paige,
not the answer I was expecting.
[sizzling]
[door opens]
What are you doing, girls?
Found this in our cabin.
Internet stopped working.
♪ gentle music ♪
[Bridgett] So, why'd you throw Mom out of your truck?
[chuckles]
-For beating Paige's ass? -[Paige] Hey.
Number one, it was a draw. Number two, nice language.
I didn't. Your mother asked to get out of the truck.
Not what she said.
Well, her relationship with the truth remains the same.
Okay, I think this is ready.
♪ bright, uplifting music ♪
-[dog barks] -[Kestrel] Tony...
don't rope the dog.
And what are you doing?
-Making a spear. -Hey,
a little help here?
Hey, boys! [whistles]
-[Kestrel] Here you go, darling. -Oh, thank you.
-Here you go. -Thank you.
Don't got to ask them twice.
[Cade] Thanks, mama.
[Kestrel] You're welcome.
Swap leads into the turn, Kayla.
[whispers indistinctly]
[clears throat] Looks like you're about out of horse.
Let's... get her washed up and fed.
Oof.
Well, don't mind us while we herd wild children.
-Oh, my God. -[Kestrel] Spade, uh-uh.
Let that snake go. He's not bothering you.
[Abigail] Are there more of those things around?
Oh, you want as many of those around as you can get.
[chuckles] Why is that?
[Van] Keep the rodents away.
If you ain't got rodents, you ain't got rattlesnakes.
-Good to know. -[Van] Mm.
Uh, looks like they're... Should we go?
Oh, they'll get those kids put down, be right back out.
Oh, thanks. You have kids?
Two boys.
How old?
Fourteen and 11.
I was the scourge of New York when I got pregnant at 20.
Oh. You fit right in here.
Where's your wife?
Oh, she died.
-I'm sorry. -No, it was, uh,
it was a few years ago.
Cancer?
An ATV flipped over on her.
She was... running it up a hill she had no business being on,
but you couldn't tell her no.
She was wild as fire.
-What about you? -Mm.
My ex-husband is... very much alive.
I only wish he were dead.
You don't wish that.
[chuckles] I'm just... I'm kidding, I'm...
I shouldn't have said that. I was...
He a good father?
That's an interesting question.
Well, pretty important one. He's half the deal.
Just interesting you thought to ask it.
What's interesting is...
...you haven't answered.
Hope he is. For your kids' sake.
It's getting late.
Want me to take you home?
Oh, I would like that very much,
but for now I will settle for the ranch next door.
Well, ranch next door it is.
[grunts]
Thanks.
What?
What what?
[chuckles] What are you...?
Well, you want to go back, right?
-Yeah. -Okay.
-But you're not walking. -I'm waiting for you.
Oh. You want me to move first.
And then I walk with you. That's how it works.
Okay. Yeah. Just...
Still figuring out the rules here, so...
They ain't too hard to figure out.
Yeah.
-[clears throat] -[opens gate]
-Thanks. -You bet.
♪ gentle music ♪
[engine starts]
♪♪♪
[Abigail] Oh, thanks.
How long are you in the valley?
That is the question, and I have no answer.
Oh. Here's another one. When are y'all coming back?
Another question with no answer. [chuckles]
Why?
Why do you ask?
I know you're dealing with a lot,
and this, this ain't the time--
Good timing is not something I was blessed with.
Got to take my shots when they come.
I'm trying to decipher that.
There's not much to decipher. The answer is yes.
I ain't asked a question yet.
Answer's still yes.
Okay.
This is when the country boy thing
needs a little kick in the ass. Do you have a pen?
-Uh, yeah. [chuckles] -Something to write on?
[Van mumbles]
Right, okay, so I'll, uh...
Great.
Nope, I'm gonna, I'm gonna need one more of those.
-Oh, my God. -[laughs]
Okay.
You better go,
or I'm gonna drag you into a horse stall.
That's not the threat to make me leave.
Um...
I am gonna go-- thank you--
do damage control on my daughters.
After we plot out a cemetery and plan a funeral,
I am pretty free, so give me a call.
[chuckles] I'll do it. [clears throat]
Oh, my God, he's fucking beautiful.
[Russell] I don't know about beautiful. He's fit.
He's in shape, but that's, like, the job, you know, so, please.
He's so cute, Mom.
-Really? -Yeah.
You just found him on the street?
-Well, actually, he found me. -[Paige] It was steamy.
-[giggles] -What are you guys doing?
[Paige] Sexy man.
[laughter and indistinct chatter inside house]
♪ uplifting music ♪
[Stacy moans]
[Preston] That doesn't hurt?
Harder.
Your threshold for pain should be studied.
Walk 30 blocks in four-inch heels,
then tell me it's the foot massage that hurts.
I'm gonna take your word for it.
So, the judge didn't award spousal support
or child support.
Why would he? They're both unemployed.
Says each parent is responsible for expenses
when they have the girls.
And they need to split tuition.
Or, I don't know, place them in public school.
[scoffs] That's not happening.
Well, maybe it should happen.
In the Village? Come on, honey. Look,
this is a win because the court isn't dictating what we do.
We're just gonna have to cover the gap
when the girls are with him.
He hasn't worked a day in his life.
-[sighs] -If we don't help,
he'll tuck tail and go. Who knows?
Where do 35-year-old adolescents go?
Oh, Los Angeles. Try to become a fucking actor.
[chuckles]
Then we're just robbing their children.
He's a nice guy.
He's a dilettante with zero ambition, but he's nice.
That's partly our fault. We did. We...
we enabled it.
You're enabling it now.
If we're always around to pick her up,
she's never gonna learn to stand on her own.
For God's sake, she's 33 years old.
We need to let her fall down.
Honey, I-I can't do that. [chuckles]
She may be the oldest, but she's still my baby.
And I can't. [stammers]
I can't take that risk.
Picking her up when she falls...
...is my job.
♪ gentle music ♪
[laughter inside house]
Told you, honey.
♪ dramatic music ♪