Truth Be Told Page #4
- Year:
- 2011
- 95 min
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Get rid of those shoes.
This is the Wild West! You look ridiculous!
Sorry, but the boots didn't fit.
- Bish.
- You'll spook the horses.
Oh! Ignore General Custer. You look darling.
Come on, mount up.
We're headed for the high country.
- Here you go.
- Oh.
Oh, brother. Horses aren't my thing.
I took one for the team this morning.
I got on that plane. I don't like flying.
- It's your turn.
- Really?
You didn't tell me on the flight.
'Cause I was talking myself
out of a panic attack.
If you're not comfortable on a horse,
why don't you get in the ATV with Sophia?
Thank you.
Are we finally ready?
Now, we don't come back
until all the fences are fixed
and the cows come home.
That's it? All of this for cows?
'Cause I thought
the world was coming to an end. (CHUCKLES)
Son, if you're a cow out in the cold,
lost, no food for days
waiting to rip your guts out and kill you,
that is the end of the world.
Ugh!
Come on, boy, let's go.
Come on.
Oh, it's so beautiful.
Do you live here year round?
No, I couldn't take it. Too isolated for me.
The ranch has been in Bish's family
for about 100 years.
Truthfully, I think Bish should have been
born 100 years ago.
(BOTH CHUCKLE)
But then he wouldn't have met you.
So tell me what it was like
the very first time you saw Mark.
Oh. Well, University of Colorado.
I was a freshman on scholarship.
As part of my work study,
I had to tutor athletes.
Mmm-hmm.
He was one of those jock types
that had great instincts
on the football field,
but couldn't pass math
if his life depended on it.
He had this great smile
and charm about him.
He was a senior.
He was a star, but he was humble,
he didn't act like it.
Yeah, every girl in school
wanted to get him.
But you were the lucky one.
So, tell me, where did you get married?
Married? We were poor.
Oh. Mmm-hmm.
We eloped. Just took off.
Two college kids in a van.
And having no idea what we were doing
or where we were going...
You know,
I think I'm ready to try riding again.
Bish! Annie's ready to cowboy up.
That's great,
just as soon as we fix this fence.
Here you go, Annie.
You gonna ride around, cowgirl?
- I just told Sophia we eloped.
- Oh, good one.
I know, I'm sorry. We're in this
even deeper. We have to tell them.
Hold it straight, Lucia.
- ALEXANDER:
Thank you.- Oh, sweet.
Thank you.
Jake still has it in his head
to run a station of his own.
Dad, he should. He has creative ideas
and he wants to try them out.
Why can't he be creative in Denver?
And what's so awful
about working with his father
and eventually taking over the company?
- Truth?
- Always.
Sometimes the entrepreneur in you
gets mixed up with the dad part.
Here.
Hold this, will you?
So how many acres do you have?
About 25,000.
My great grandfather
left everyone he knew in Virginia
and came here and fought for this land.
It's been in our family ever since.
Who did he have to fight?
Whoever got in his way.
(COWS MOOING)
(CELL PHONE RINGING)
Hello.
(INSTINCT)
Sometimes I wish the stupid cell phone
towers would just explode.
Why would you want that?
So my parents would actually talk
to each other.
So, what do you do out here?
You ride, camp, hike.
I can't wait to show you
Grandpa's swimming pool.
There's not a mall anywhere.
(CHUCKLES)
Out here, I have everything that I need.
So where did you and Jake meet?
Museum of Natural History in New York.
Jake was getting his MBA at Columbia.
I think I saw him a half dozen times
before he got up the nerve to talk to me.
- Shy?
- Selfless.
I liked that.
He had big ideas, dreams for the future.
But sometimes he isn't ambitious enough
for his own good.
Excuse me.
Okay, Zoe. I'll hold it, you nail that side.
Hit it hard.
- (ZOE GRUNTING)
- There!
Ah-ha! There you go! All right!
- (LAUGHING)
- (ZOE PANTING)
Give me that. You're taking forever.
I talked to my dad, okay?
I told him I wanted to take over
the Portland station.
You've been telling him that for the last
year and he tells you the same thing, no.
Did you tell him you are going to take over
the Portland station
with or without his help?
- Give me the hammer.
- Here.
- (LAUGHING)
- Give me the hammer.
Dad's acting weird.
Yeah?
Looks like he really likes her.
All right. Here you go.
- SOPHIA:
Hot chocolate, kids?- Oh! Thank you.
- Hey.
- Thanks.
Would I look absolutely ridiculous
if I went a little pink?
- You'd do that?
- Sure.
I love to shake things up with Bish.
He loves surprises.
I'm in. I'll help you.
- (SIGHS) I'm exhausted.
- Yeah, me too.
- Harder than it looks, huh?
- Yeah.
Mr. Bishop, can we take a break?
You play football?
- Yes, sir.
- All right. Let's go!
(EXCITED CLAMORING)
Go!
- Touchdown! High five.
- Yeah!
Mmm!
Oh!
(CHEERING)
Don't give me a break, okay?
I can handle it.
Oh!
- What's the matter? Can't take a hit?
- Easy, tiger.
Good hit, Mom! I like what I'm seeing!
Take down the old guy.
- Hey, can we, like, race back to the ranch?
- Okay.
Hey, where are they going?
(COWS MOOING)
MARK:
I gotta talk to Zoe.She can't behave this way.
ANNIE:
I'd give her some time.Eliza has some fun in store, I'm sure.
Zoe needs that.
Yeah, but she just reacts so emotionally
sometimes, you know?
Well, I don't blame her.
I mean, she's having a difficult time.
Look, Mark,
you've got to love her and be patient.
Patience is everything.
She's 13, she's going through changes,
she's on a roller coaster,
she lost her mother...
It's important that you see things
from her point of view.
I know, you're right. I read the books
on how to be a better father,
I'm talking to the other dads, it's just...
Everything okay?
Yeah, I was just talking to Annie,
changing my shirt.
We need to talk.
Right after I leave Annie in the dust.
You know how to shoot a gun?
So, you think you can handle the pressure
of your own radio show?
- No problem.
- Good. 'Cause you belong on the radio.
But it's like being an athlete,
you get tested every day
and some people fold like a house of cards.
You don't like losing, do you?
(ALEXANDER LAUGHS)
I hate losing.
Why do you think I'm successful?
Not because
I'm the smartest guy in the world,
but because I'm the guy who never gives up.
I know the feeling.
So what was your sport in college?
Cross country.
Cross country? Oh!
ELIZA:
For you. Here you go.Race you to the cliffs!
Okay.
Let's go!
Winner!
ELIZA:
Here it is.What is it?
Abandoned dwellings
of ancient civilizations.
Really? Can we go there?
It's spooky. Especially in the dark.
- Well, I don't scare easy.
- (SCOFFS) That is so not true.
Every time there's a thunderstorm,
he wants to sleep on the floor in my room.
I don't know where she gets it from.
And scary movies?
You're afraid of scary movies?
Okay, let's go.
It's gonna get dark. Stay close.
MARK:
Pull!(GUN FIRES)
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