Nope

And of course I set it to Icelandic time because we share

a love of the aurora borealis, Gordy.

And you have no idea how to tell time.

-(audience laughing) Great gift, Dad.

Way to think things through.

Somehow, you'd think that a man

who can send a rocket into space would be able

to manage a halfway decent birthday present.

-Nope. -(audience laughing)

You know, Gordy, all things considered,

maybe my gift isn't so bad after all.

Aw.

Hey, Gordy. Surprise! -(Phyllis gasps)

Wow! Now, there's a gift.

Here you go, Gordy.

-Happy birthday. -(gruff panting, grunting)

Oh, beautiful, Haley.

Aw. -(audience applauding)

(distorted, indistinct voices crying, speaking frantically)

-(voices stop) -(child's breath shuddering)

-(sharp pop, object thumps) -(whimpering stops)

-(objects clattering) -(gruff panting)

(child's shuddering breaths continue)

MAN (on radio): Good morning on what is

sure to be a windy one.

We have a high wind warning

for the L.A. County coast and valleys

with some clouds sure to come in around 10:00 a.m.

And even though the high gust warning will, um, expire

mid to late morning, you'll still want to keep...

WOMAN (on radio): The search for a group of missing hikers

is set to resume this morning just outside Agua Dulce.

The tour group went out two days ago

-and on the Pacific Crest Trail -(horses neighing)

but didn't come back as expected that night.

Crews started searching yesterday morning...

MAN 2 (on radio): And traffic is already backed up

due to an accident on the southbound 101.

It is 7:44 with Bo and Ives.

Bang.

Bang.

Bang.

Whoa. Come on.

Down, down.

Down, down, down.

Bang! Yes, a good boy.

Up. Up, up.

Okay, up. Up, up.

Got to keep our heads up out the clouds on this one.

-I know. -(horse grunting)

Now, we land this... (chuckles)

Yeah. Like Six Guns.

I mean, we really put on a show,

well, you know they're gonna bring us back for the sequel.

Mm-hmm.

Well, we sure as hell ain't got to sell no more horses.

So just execute.

And we ain't got no more problems. Mm.

You good?

You good?

Where your sister?

What's that about?

-She's supposed to be here. -Yeah.

Goddamn it.

Thought I told you to fix the damn walker.

You hear that?

Pops.

-Come on, come on. Pop. -Firefly.

-What else? What else? -Ghost.

Uh-huh.

Beethoven.

Uh-huh, uh-huh.

-Commodore. -Yeah.

Virgil.

You good. You good.

-You good. You good. -(groaning)

: You good, man. You good.

-Ghost. -You good. You good. You good.

-Pops? -Lucky.

-Pops. Pops. -(slurring): Commodore.

Pops!

(frantic chatter and screaming in distance)

OJ.

Oh. Hi, horsie.

Hey, hey, hey. Don't look him in the eyes, please.

Okay.

You ready to do the safety meeting?

Uh, I'm gonna need like five...

Um, my team's almost here.

Your team's not here.

-Okay. Hold. -(Fynn laughing)

Sorry, I got the horse guy talking to me, too.

-What's up? Copy. Safety meeting at the...

Ladies and gentlemen, Ms. Bonnie Clayton on set.

-Here she is, everybody. -(applause)

-Take a look at all of that. -(Bonnie whoops)

Fynn, this is OJ, our horse trainer.

You remember these guys from Flash Point.

Yeah. Hi.

Uh...

Your name is OJ?

Yeah, Otis Junior.

Oh.

Uh...

Where's the o-- the other guy?

-The-the-the senior guy? -Dude, he died.

About six months ago.

A bunch of random shit fell out of a plane.

So I guess we're stuck with Junior over here.

-No. -Yeah.

Okay.

Fuck. Great.

Uh, Ant, how we looking?

Yeah, good, if we're selling a horse's ass.

That's, uh,

legendary cinematographer Antlers Holst over here...

Let's go ahead and spin the horse.

But you had said "hold," so...

-And now I'm saying "spin." Let's go. -(clicks tongue)

Great. And while that's spinning, can we get makeup?

Get makeup for Ms. Bonnie Clayton, please.

Hold on.

Can you step away from the back, please?

They told me to come here.

Good call, OJ. Um, tell you what,

let's do a quick safety meeting.

Guys, this is OJ, our horse trainer.

Take it away.

Kill the music, please.

-(music stops) -(chatter quiets)

My name is OJ. Uh...

I think my sister's gonna be here in a minute.

Little louder, please. We cannot hear you in the back.

: I said we are animal wranglers

with Haywood Hollywood Horses.

And, uh... did you know the very first, uh, assem...

Hey, yo!

: Excuse me. Sorry.

I'm so sorry about that. Let me do that.

Sorry, brother.

-Safety meeting. -Yeah.

-(clears throat) -(Buster clears throat)

Hello! How y'all doing?

Sorry for the tardiness.

My name is Emerald, that's OJ,

and we are your animal wranglers today

with Haywood Hollywood Horses.

Now, did you know that the very first

assembly of photographs in sequential order

to create a motion picture

was a two-second clip of a Black man on a horse?

Yes, it was. Yes, it was. Look it up.

Now, I know you guys know Eadweard Muybridge,

the grandfather of motion pictures

who took the pictures that created that clip,

but does anybody know the name of the Black jockey

that rode the horse?

No.

Nope? I mean, the very first stuntman,

animal wrangler and movie star all rolled into one,

and there is literally no record of him.

That man was a Bahamian jockey

that went by the name of Alistair E. Haywood.

And he is my great-great-grandfather.

-Great. -There's another "great" grandfather.

That's why back at the Haywood Ranch,