Rodeo and Juliet Page #3
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Sorry, I'm late, Judge.
Are you serious?
Sir.
[sighs]
Thought you were gonna tell her.
I was smack dab in the middle
of it when you interrupted me.
What is going on, here?
Your, uh, father. He promised me
half the ranch for all the years
I put in helping
to keep it running.
[laughing] - Gave me a
warranty deed for my share.
He said there's no will!
Said I couldn't find one, yet.
Let me see that.
Uh-huh. Well, this.
This is different.
That's your daddy's signature,
all right.
[Hugh] Mhm.
Uh, unfortunately, Hugh, it's not
dated and it's not recorded.
But that's still
a federal document, right?
Maybe. I'm not sure.
- Karen.
- Mhm.
You hadn't had any interest in the ranch
or your father for the past twenty years,
and I'm certainly not the one that
just up and ran off and left everybody
- and everything behind.
- Oh, okay. Okay. I get it.
All right. That does not entitle you to
half the ranch. This is unacceptable!
It is my ranch!
I can sell it if I want to.
In instances like this, a claim can
be made based on other evidence.
Hugh has a strong case.
How can you do this to me?
Half is better
than nothing, Karen.
For you.
Y'all hang on.
Bottom line is this...
The ranch is in temporary limbo until a
district court can decide on the ownership.
It might take a month.
You can't sell nothing.
You can't do anything
until this mess is cleaned up.
Unless...
Unless y'all can come to terms.
It's not his ranch!
And it's not all yours either.
Guess that didn't go too well.
That woman.
She just announces that one day she's
gonna up and move to New York City.
Never mind her father. Never mind the
ranch. Never mind... anybody else.
But I tell you what.
She wants a fight?
She gon' get a fight.
Where's my darn keys?
- Look, why don't you just sit her down and talk to her?
- 'Cause she's stubborn, Monty!
She's stubborn. She's more
stubborn than her father was.
Well, people change their minds.
You don't know her.
[horse snorts]
Come on. It's just you and me.
Thing's heavy!
[grunts]
Okay.
It's a lot heavier
than expected!
[sighs] That horse.
I swear.
[phone beeping]
I need you to take me to town.
I am going crazy
with no one to talk to!
I have no service
and neither do you.
Okay, what is
going on in that barn?
- Are you being careful?
- Yes, mom!
I'm not a little girl anymore.
I know. You know I've always
been pretty hard on you.
Yeah, like all the time.
You know what? Don't get too
close to that horse anyway,
because we're gonna be out
of here before you know it!
Yeah, that's, uh... that's the best
thing I've heard you say in weeks.
Maybe months.
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