Montana Sky

Where are your sisters?

Start without them.

- Willa, they're blood.

- They're nothing to me.

The cancer took Jack Mercy quicker

than his own damn funeral.

I've got two turkeys in the oven...

...and 12 pounds of potatoes

on the stove, and l...

Wait a minute.

Is that your sister Lily?

I wouldn't know. I've never met her.

Hi, you must be...

Lily.

Sorry, I'm a little bit of a mess.

You look fine. I'm Adam Wolfchild.

I'm Willa's brother. Half-brother.

Come and join your family.

I...

I didn't know this would be outside.

- Now can we start?

- No, we've got one more coming.

What's the rush?

Jack ain't going nowhere.

Not unless they got hookers

in heaven.

Heaven or hell, either one,

he's just as miserable.

I can radio the airport, Willa,

see if her plane is late.

Thanks, Nate. There's no need.

- Is that her?

- Who else?

It's a bar fight. They're drunk,

they're hockey players.

What do you want them to do,

go to therapy?

Damn it, all right, listen,

I gotta go, I'm at my father's grave.

Hi.

- I'm Tess.

- Willa.

Oh, you're the cowgirl?

Yeah.

Oh, hi.

Say hello to Lily Mercy.

Hi there. Nice to meet you.

Sis.

Friends.

We're here to lay Jack Mercy

to his final rest.

The Bible tells us,

never again will he hunger.

Never again will he thirst.

The sun will not beat down upon him,

nor any scorching heat.

Bye.

Oh, damn it.

Oh, God.

They're your kin.

You have to talk to them some time.

They're sleeping in my house

and eating my food. That's enough.

- Wait a second. Where are you going?

- Soda Butte.

Fences need to be checked.

- Now?

- Daylight's wasting.

I shouldn't have to remind you

that you have guests out there.

Then don't.

"Rude" is a four-letter word.

So is "work,"

but it still has to be done.

These people have come

to pay their respects.

- No, they have come to gawk.

- It's only fitting.

And prowl around the house.

I've got a ranch to run here, Bess.

Hands need to see

that it is business as usual.

That Mercy Ranch is still being run

by a Mercy.

- Honey.

- What?

You have a right to grieve.

He didn't give me a chance

to say goodbye or take care of him.

I didn't even know he was sick.

Just sell the script, all right?

Whatever it takes.

Sacrifice a virgin, I don't care.

Just sell it.

Great, great. We'll have lunch

on Monday to celebrate.

Bye. Thanks.

Hey there.

So where are you from?

Virginia.

Your mom

was trophy wife number two?

Actually, she was a photographer.

She came out west and met

Jack Mercy, and when she...

Hey there, sugar nugget.

No. Please, no, I'm just here

for whatever legal stuff.

Then it's adios, Dodge City.

Okay, bye.

And...

- Your mother was a stripper?

- No.

No, she was a restaurant hostess.

And you'd be what?

Eight years older than Willa?

No, I don't think it's eight.

I think it's more like...

Yeah. Remind me

to alter my driver's license.

Tess, Lily.

I'm Sheriff Nate Torrence,

and I'm very sorry about your father.

Willa would like to get back

to ranching.

And so she has asked

that her attorney read the will now.

- Lf that's all right with the two of you.

- Now?

Yeah, it's one way

to reduce the billable hours.

How long do you intend to stay

in Montana?

About a half hour.

Remind you of Hollywood?

In Hollywood, those are house pets.

Willa, I can read the will...

...or just give you the terms

and conditions.

Whatever's fastest, Ken.

Bess, as his long-time

housekeeper...

...Jack left you $1000 for every year

you have been at Mercy.

That's $34,000.

Good Lord.

What am I gonna do

with a fat lot of money like that?

Adam, you receive 20,000.

Oh, no, no, now that's not right.

Adam's my half-brother.

He's lived here his whole life.

He should get the horses

he's trained and the house he lives in.

Half-blood meant no blood to Jack.

Oh, I'll say.

I remember one time when this girl

came bursting into my kitchen.

And she said that this little boy

with her was Jack's.

She claimed that it was Jack's and...

Why, he kicked her butt right out

that kitchen door and sent her packing.

Really?

You and I would be lucky

if he left us a toilet seat.

Don't you think?

Mercy Ranch business is to continue

as usual with Willa as operator.

But there are conditions.

You haven't said anything

about Ham yet.

Ham? Oh, the foreman.

No, he isn't mentioned in the will.

Ham gets nothing?

Jack left each of his daughters

a one-third interest in the ranch.

Us?

What? A three-way split?

These two have nothing to do

with the ranch.

They've never even been here

before today.

Let's hear it out, Willa.

In order to inherit...

...the three of you must live

on the ranch together for one full year.

And at the end of that time,

if conditions are met...

...each of you

will have one-third interest.

I'm sorry, I've got a third of an interest

in a cattle ranch in Nowhere, Montana.

And now I've gotta live on it?

Willa...

Excuse me.

Why don't you just give me my share

in cash and I'll get out of your life.

Miss Mercy, your father's terms

are clear.

Now, you have a right not to agree

to these terms.

But if you don't, the entire ranch

will be donated...

...to the Nature Conservancy.

Donated? To the tree huggers?

My father hated those people.

It's ironclad.

If any one of the three of you leaves,

the ranch is forfeited.

You'll each get one hundred dollars.

I'll stay, Willa. It's not fair to you.

As soon as the year is over,

I'll sell you my share.

Everyone knows the ranch

is already yours.

Really, that's touching.

But I'll be damned

if I waste a year of my life...

...in some godforsaken wasteland.

Out of sight, out of mind

in Hollywood.

Where's that damn limo?

Ken, you may wanna tell

Hollywood there...

...how much her portion

of the wasteland is worth.

Approximately $8 million.

Hey, hon, it's me. Listen, cancel my

lunch on Monday. I'm staying over.

My sense of duty, that's why.

It's not every day your father dies.

- Willa?

- Yeah?

There's one other provision

of the will.

During the probationary year...

...your father designated myself

and Ben...

...to supervise the running

of the ranch.

Ben McKinnon?

That chicken hawk's gonna be looking

over my shoulder for a year?

He wasn't even at the funeral.

Well, he had business in Bozeman.

He'll be back tonight.

And, yes, he knows he's named.

Up at the crack of noon,

are we, Hollywood?

- Don't be waiting on her.

- I don't mind.

- I do.

- Stop picking on her.

I'm not picking on her,

and stay out of my face.

Oh, I'll be in your face there

for a year, missy.

You might wanna get used to it.

And you better get used

to how things work around here.

We got a thousand animals

depending on us.

We got crops to raise.

If you stay, you can't just sit around

on your padded ass. You gotta work.

Writing is work.

How would you know that?

Sorry, you don't even read.

You do the chores I tell you to,

or come winter...

...you're gonna be pitching a tent

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