Royal Hearts Page #2

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this place is your only life.

There's nothing wrong with that.

Do you really think

this Grimsby guy's on the level?

Oh, he showed me

six different databases

that document genealogy.

Your great-great-great

grandfather

emigrated from Merania

in 1793.

He gave up everything

to marry someone

his family didn't approve of.

Hmm.

Oh, come on, Dad.

It wouldn't hurt to go

for a little bit.

Everything I want is here.

I got my dog, I got you.

I don't want nothing.

I'm happy.

Dad, I was offered a teaching

position at Oxford next year.

What are you telling me?

It's not permanent.

At first, anyway.

I'd be a visiting lecturer.

But I could be moving to England

for a while.

You can't turn your back

on family like that.

I mean, Boston was bad enough,

but England?

I'm not turning my back

on anyone, Dad.

Okay? I'm just

following my dreams.

Things are different now.

I never see you anymore,

unless I come to the ranch,

and then when I do come,

you don't even act

like you're interested

- in anything I'm doing.

- That's not true.

What else would you

want to talk about?

There's so much

we could talk about.

Yeah, well,

whatever happened to that girl

who loves riding horses

and roping cattle?

Yeah, maybe she grew up.

Maybe she wanted to get out and

see new things and new places.

See the world.

So this place isn't

good enough for you, huh?

Why? Because I don't read

fancy books

or make the big money?

I never said that.

Well, that's what you meant.

I guess I shouldn't

even be surprised.

Okay.

Okay, I'll go!

Huh.

But I'm gonna miss my dog.

Yeah, I'm gonna miss your

bad breath a whole bunch, Bear.

That's for sure.

Ol' Hank loves his Bear dog.

[sniffs]

Oh, wow, somebody needs a bath.

[train whistle blows]

Look, Mom, John Wayne.

Stop it!

GRIMSBY:
You made it!

Excellent!

I have the car waiting.

KELLY:
Oh.

ANNOUNCER:
Final boarding

for train 313,

departing for Merania.

Wow! This is for us?

HANK:
Don't get all

worked up, princess.

My old pickup's

more dependable than this rig.

Let's just hope we don't have

to get out and push her.

GRIMSBY:
Right this way, sir.

[sheep bleating]

MAN:
Come on.

Come on.

Come on.

- Come on.

- [horn honks]

Hey, what are you doing?

You're scaring them.

KELLY:
Would you mind moving

your sheep off the road?

Yeah, no problem.

Hyah! Come on, let's go!

Oh, good grief.

Let me do this. Excuse me.

Okay, little buddies,

let's go!

Move it along.

Whoo-hoo!

Hyah! Come on!

That's my girl, Grimsby.

It's good to see

she's still got it in her.

[bleating continues]

HANK:
Nice job.

Thanks, Dad.

Thank you! Later!

This is it, sir.

Your estate, up there.

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