McLeod's Daughters (2001–2009): Season 1, Episode 15 - If the Boot Fits... - full transcript

- [[Narrator] Previously
on McLeod's Daughters.

- Half this place is mine,

which means half the debt's mine.

So, I'm gonna stay here
for another six months,

help get the overdraft paid down.

- We're saved.

Hallelujah.

- I found the best website.

Tells you how to be a di-li-roo.

- In one easy lesson?

- Yeah.



(soothing music)
- Don't feel guilty

'cause once the basic work's done,

put your feet up, pretend it's Sunday.

- Yeah, but it's Wednesday

and all the jobs you've
left me are ordinary.

There must be something more
challenging that needs doing.

- (grunts) There is.

Lend me your bum.

- You don't get away much do you?

- Hm, only on Sundays.

Thought you were heavier.

- Thanks.

You do trust me, don't you?

- I don't wanna dump a
whole lot of work on you



while I'm away having a good time.

- Oh, it's a boring
seminar, Claire, in Fischer.

Although, it's Sundays.

- It's about horse
insemination, should be good.

(car honking)

- Ooh, that'll be Alex.
- That'll be Bob.

Do you like surprises?
- Yeah.

(footsteps thumping)

- This time yesterday that
box was on a shelf in Fischer.

Can't complain about the service, can you?

- Oh, no, the pace you set yourself Bob.

Another cuppa?

- They're just like yours, Claire.

They're fantastic.

- Oh.

Yeah, well, I just thought
it might help you feel...

- I know, thanks.

(car honking)

- That's Alex.

- We'll see ya.

- Bye.
(inhaling and exhaling)

Proper work boots.
(slapping boots)

Now, I really feel like the boss.

- Pity there's not much to do today.

- Morning all.
- Hi.

- Nice boots.
- Thanks.

- Ah, about time and get your skates on

if you want that lift.

- Oh, yeah, it's fixed.

I'm gonna pick it up at Can-ye-la.

- Good, right.

I'll make a note of it.

- Give me two minutes, Bob.

- Hm.

Now, that's a bitch.

I'll tell you what you gotta do with that.

(screaming)
- Yeah?

(rock music)

♪ Yeah, yeah, yeah ♪

♪ Woo ♪

(car driving by)

♪ You're weak in the knees ♪

♪ Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah ♪

- This is like having
your brain pulled out

through your eardrums.

- Driver's choice.

♪ Yeah, yeah ♪

♪ Hot chilly woman ♪

♪ Got what it takes ♪

♪ Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah ♪

♪ Now that's a hundred ♪

(creaking)

- Well, the trough's fixed.

That's me all done, I think.

- Oh, I'm sure you're just warming up, Jo.

- Ah, no way, I have got
Sean Penn videos ready to go

and nachos as well.

- Well, you'll have to check with Tess.

She's in charge today.

- In charge?
(guitar music)

Hm.

- Right.

Um, after you two have had breakfast,

we should have a meeting.

Discuss the rest of the day.

- You're the boss.
(dog groaning)

- Outside, Roy.

Right.

(dog groaning)

- New boots, she plans to fill them.

Apparently.

(rock music)

- Hey, hands off the CD player.

(pop music)

(door slamming)

(yelling)
(laughing)

(door slamming)

- Fair's fair, driver's choice.

- Alright.

(door opening)

Bet you Tess doesn't let you
get away with this at home.

- This is Tess's music.

Lie.

Gotcha.

- Tch.

(upbeat music)

♪ It'll take some time
to find your heart ♪

♪ And come back home ♪

♪ You could walk for miles ♪

♪ Cross every river ♪

♪ And find you're not alone ♪

♪ 'Cause I'll be there ♪

♪ Oh oh oh ohhhh ♪

♪ Ohhhh oh oh oh ♪

♪ You're not alone ♪

♪ Ohhh oh oh oh ♪

♪ Ohh oh oh oh ♪

♪ 'Cause I'll be there ♪

♪ Oooohhhhhh ♪

(car driving)

- I didn't mean to snap
at you or anything,

it's just I've gotta keep a move on today.

Got some sort of pointy head from the city

sniffing around the postal contractor.

- What do you mean some
sort of pointy head?

- Stuffed if I know.

Calling it performance review.

Does that ring any bells with ya?

- (laughs) Sounds like someone
they hired to sack people.

- Well, I do my job okay.

- Well, you shouldn't
have waited for me, Bob.

Now I've made you late.

- No, no, I said that I'd take
you and I'm gonna take you.

Just I'm telling you, I'm...

I'm a bit preoccupied.

Is that your brother?

- What, where?
(dramatic music)

(car engine purring)

(engine stopping)

(door slamming)

Bit of trouble there, Shauny.

- Yup, picked up a nail, might be doubt.

- Thought you're supposed to be in school.

- No, it's okay.

I got work to do this week.

It's more fun than school.

- (laughs) Everything's
more fun than school, mate.

It just doesn't get you anywhere.

(grunting)
Trust dad to pull you out

when he needs a dog's buddy.

- I'm not working for dad.

- He's working for me.

How you going, sis?

Got a hug for me?

- I thought you had another year to go?

- No, no, I paroled early.

Kept my nose clean.

- (laughs) Wow, that's great, Mark.

What are you doing back here?

- Well, this is home.

- (laughs) Yeah, right.

- I've got a job already.

I'm hauling for Ron Sanders
while his back's stuffed.

- Yup, we're making heaps.

Everyone pays cash.

Tax free.

- Give me that back.

- Take him back to town, Mark.

- Oh, no way.

- Just because you didn't
learn anything at school--

- Hey, hey, hey, he didn't
learn nothing at school either.

Not from books.

- Yeah, you think I don't know that?

(car honking)

- [Bob] You guys want a hand or what?

- Nah, we're alright, mate, thanks.

- Come on then, Becky.

Pointy head, remember?

- Shauny's had a bit of trouble at school.

A few days off will do him good,

but thanks for your help.

(car starting)
(sad music)

(water splashing)

- Well, there's a south wall.

Okay, so I could check that one.

- Whatever you like.

- Is everything alright?

- Fine.

- Who told you to do that?

- Oh, Bob.

- Right.

- I'm sorry, we should
be pooling our knowledge,

shouldn't we?

You tell me from your observation
what needs doing today.

(guitar music)
Well, you were out there

this morning, Jodi, any problems?

- There was some fly blown
ewes down by the creek.

- There you go, that's good, that's good.

We could treat them on the spot.

- But there's heaps of them.

They need to be brought in.

It's a big job.

- Yeah, we'll leave that 'til tomorrow

when Claire gets back.

- Fly strike, they need dagging.

- Yeah, they do, but--

- Yup, so let's do it.

- What, today?
- Why not?

(sighing)

- Well, I've got bathrooms to clean

and there's too many sheep for you two

to muster on your own.

- No, I'm sure we can.

I'll get Roy to help us.

- No way.
- Oh, come on, Jodi,

bunch of cute wooly
ewes, how hard can it be?

(water splashing)

(stomping away)
(guitar music)

(sheep bleating)

Come on, out you get, sweetheart.

There's a, ooh, good sheep.

Are you pulling?

- I'm pulling.

(sighing)
(sheep bleating)

- (grunts) I need help,
Chidi, don't you remember me?

Come on.
- And I walked you

all the way home.
- Come on!

Come on.
(splashing)

Oh, good sheep.

(grunting)
(sheep bleating)

- Finally, god.

Come here, come here, hoo hoo, sheep.

(car driving)
(pop music playing)

- When I'm driving home, the music's mine

and you're gonna be very sorry, Claire.

- Did you bring your satellite phone?

- Why?

- I wanna call home.

- Why?

- To say hello.

- Check up on Tess, you mean.

- She's wearing her boots.

- Didn't bring it.

Sorry.

(dog barking)
(sheep bleating)

- Roy!

Roy!

(dog barking)

Roy!

(sheep bleating)

(dog barking)

Roy!

Roy, get behind.

- Roy, get back.

(dog barking)

(sheep bleating)

- Well, I think I got everything.

I just gotta mix the stuff up.

- You have to dag them first.

- Yeah, I know that, I'm
just preparing it all.

(sheep bleating)

You got a problem with me
being boss for the day?

I'm quite capable, you know.

- (sighs) It's just that I
really like Sean Penn, okay,

and I really, really, like nachos.

- Right, now I understand.

Where are you going?

- I'm thirsty.
- Yeah, well, don't be long

because I really need your help.

Please.

- Whatever.

(sheep bleating)

(splashing)

- Alright, you maggoty mothers,

I'm gonna nuke the living
daylights out of you.

(splashing)

Ow!
(ominous music)

Ow.

Ow.

Ugh.

Oh, it stings.

Ow.

Ohhhh ughh.

(tapping)

(scrubbing)
Meg!

I've got poison in my eye.

- Okay, sit down.

Just tilt your head back.

- I've seen Claire doing it.

She never has any trouble.

- Hold still, hold still.

Try and open your eye.

Try and open.
- Ah, ah.

- Is that any better?

- Yup.

Ugh, it's getting there.

- See if you can open your eye.

- Ow.
- Okay?

- Thanks for not saying anything.

- Say what?

- You should have waited.

- Well, your eyebrow's safe
from fly strike anyway.

- Yeah, that's a weight off.

- Come on, head down to the cottage.

I've got some eyedrops.

(pop music playing)

(car crashing)

- Nice driving, Claire.

- How much room do you need?

- Uh, I looked, that door was shut.

- Well, I opened it assuming
you'd allow enough room

for a bloke to get in and out of his car.

- You are in tight.

- It is a car park.

It's meant to be tight.

- Well, it's not so tight on that side.

- Maybe you two could
compare notes later on.

- Look, I said I was sorry.

- No, you didn't.

- Well, I'm saying it now.

- I'll need your details.

- What for?
- So I can send you the bill.

- (scoffs) It isn't all my fault.

- You were the one reversing.

You should learn to judge
your distances better.

(guitar music)

- Yeah, maybe if your music
wasn't so loud, Claire.

- He's a knob.

- That's a bit harsh.

Here, I'll guide you in.

Nice and slow.

(door slamming)

(car starting)

(sheep bleating)

- That didn't sound like Madonna.

(sheep bleating)

- Bum.
- Anyone else wanna--

Oh, you're kidding.

- Did someone leave the sheep pen open?

- Well, I couldn't see
what I was doing, I j--

- They're probably all over
the place by now, Tess.

It's gonna take us forever
to get them back in.

- Get out of it, go on.

(sheep bleating)
Come on, go on.

Tch, that's it, go on.

(sheep bleating)

New boots and she still can't shut a gate.

(hissing)

- Come on!

(hissing)
(sheep bleating)

- Eh, a bit surprised to
see Mark again so soon.

- He shouldn't have been in jail at all.

- Nah, first offense and all that.

Anyway, it was only a
little bank he robbed.

- Let's get going.

- Did you hear about Shauny
smashing up the school office?

- Shouldn't believe all that gossip, Bob.

- Well, he's a bit of a wild one.

- No, his brother's wild and I'm wild.

Shauny, he's gonna be okay.

- Yeah, well, that's a maybe.

- You got a guy in town with
a stopwatch on you, Bob.

What are you doing having tea?

- Only smart guys win the award.

Now, don't you give me a hard time, mate.

- And performance review
are gonna give a damn.

They're gunning for you.

- God.

(truck driving)
(ominous music)

Oh, there goes your big brother.

He's mad.

Going over 80.

Got a full load on, too, eh?

- So, you want me to call the cops?

- What's he gone down there for?

Butler's place, been
empty for two years now.

- Who cares, come on.

- Hm, Butler's retired to Queensland.

(slamming)

Tates got a postcard last week.

- Yeah, well, maybe Mark
knows a shortcut somewhere.

Anyway, he's got a job, one
more job than you'll have

if we don't hurry up.

Now, cut him some slack.

- Shortcut?

Hm.

(car driving)

- Bob, the letter box.

- Yeah, yeah.

(door slamming)

- It's okay, I'll get this one.

- Hey, hey.

Put that back.

- Bob, the mailbox is back there.

You should use it.

- That is federal property.

It's against the law for a
person whose not a postal worker

or contractor to have
carriage of the mail.

- And you read other people's postcards

and I'm sure that's against the law, too.

- Oy, give it to me.

- Bob, you're as slow as wet week

and you yarned everyone
you hand a letter to.

- Hey.

I told you my problems at
work because you're a mate.

Now, if you want my job, you apply for it.

- I'd probably get it at this rate, too.

(xylophone music)

(chattering)

- Claire, Claire, sit here, sit here.

Wait, you're not going
to the front, are you?

- I am.

- Come on.

At least we can nick out from the back.

- I don't wanna nick out.

I wanna see the overhead.

- You're blonde as well as deaf.

Girly swat.

- Shut up.

Have you seen that idiot yet?

You know, the tonk we had the run in with?

- Well.
- Good morning everybody.

I trust you're all well.

My name's Peter Johnson.

Welcome to the ins and outs, as it were,

of artificial insemination
of horse husbandry.

- Bit late to move out
the back now I guess.

- Now, I'd like to start
with a general overview.

(birds chirping)

(stick crashing)

- This one here smells a bit special.

I bet it's not a phone bill.

(chuckling)
(paper rustling)

It's from Melissa.

It's two weeks, two letters.
- Hm.

- Dear Phillip, how are things with you?

- One great big party.

- Hope the op was successful

and our fingers crossed
maybe we can all make,

maybe you can make it down
to the city for a while.

Plenty of room at my place.

Maybe we could pick up where we left off.

- What?

- Oh, what are you sitting there for?

I thought you'd be
packing your bags by now.

- Like it's that simple, Bob.

- Well, it's better than
trampling around here.

They're so nice to help and more besides.

- Yeah.
(sad music)

- Well, when you're ready to visit,

I'll give you a lift to the bus station.

- Yeah, right-o.

Thanks, Bob.

(cat meowing)

- I thought you'd have
the engine running by now.

(chuckling)

What's up with you?

- Nothing.

- I understand you how it's
better when you're mad.

- Push 'em up.

Come on.
(sheep bleating)

Go on!

- There were 12 just on the tennis court.

12.
- Roy!

Come on, Roy.

(sheep bleating)
Is that the lot, then?

- Yup, think so.

- You think so?

- Yeah, I think so.

- Didn't you count them
after the first muster?

Next time, write it down.

(sheep bleating)

- Well, at least we can
dag the sheep, Jodi.

We have to.

- Oh, didn't I tell you?

I don't dag.

(gate slamming)
- Sorry, Roy.

(gate creaking)

(banging)

- Well, that one was quicker.

Who's next?

- Ah, Taggart's next.

Whoa, look at him go, like
a rabbit at a fox party.

He must be empty.

- Out of his luck.

Come on, Bob, let's get a move on.

- Hey, did Mark say what
sort of job he's doing now?

- Oh, some fill in job for a Ron somebody.

- Ron Sanders was it?

(doors slamming)

(car driving)

- (hisses) Ouch.

I've always said that we should
treat each other as friends

as well as colleagues
to share our knowledge

and to move the property
forward in a democratic way.

- You said that a lot, Tess.

- Yeah, well, it's all a lot of blah

'cause all I'm getting today
is like a really big negative.

- Look, I volunteer to make lunch.

- Jodi!

Stay.

- You okay, Tess?

- No, Meg, I'm really disappointed.

We are going to dag.

- Look, what about a
democratic compromise?

We'll do some ewes today, some tomorrow,

and then later on--
- Stuff that.

Claire would want them
all done by tea time.

I want them all done by tea time.

Please.

- She really needs to
get those boots off soon.

- Will we tell her?

- In most cases, the cost of live cover

and artificial insemination
work out to be comparable.

- I know what the horse would prefer.

(chuckling)
- With AI, you're always

assured of the best possible result

with the lowest possible risk.

- Not if the semen hasn't thawed properly.

(chuckling)
- Ah, is there a problem?

- Oh, I'm just hearing cash
flow problems that's all.

More money up front for AI.

If things are tight--
- Well, if your property

is struggling, maybe your breeding program

isn't a great idea.

- I didn't say we were struggling.

And bloodlines, I think
you get an intuitive feel

for horses working through
a live cover program

whereas AI depends on consultancy.

- Yeah, that's right,
you can use an expert,

such as myself to match the
right stallion to your mare.

- Expert.

Really?

- Well, I've already got
your address, haven't I?

Maybe if you and your husband

would like some more guidance--

- My what?

- It can wait, sweetheart.

It can wait.

- You better be holding it tight.

- I am.

- Come on, you two, we're
gonna be here all night

at this rate.

- Here, I'll show you.

- Ah, grab hold of the icky bits.

Shoulda known.

(sheep bleating)

(ominous music)
What?

- Oh.

My hand.

- Oh, not now, we were just going so well.

- What have you done?

Oh.

- I don't like blood that much.

- No, it's pretty deep.

You're gonna need stitches.

- I'm sorry, Jodi.

I didn't mean to sound mean.

- Hey, you've got two hands, you know.

- Come on.

We'll take the Merc.

(gate closing)
(sheep bleating)

- Damn.

(car driving)

- You know, there's a lot of
junk mail in the back, Bob.

- Screw the junk mail and save time.

Is that what you reckon?

- No.

Maybe you don't have to
hand deliver it all today?

- Geez, Beck, if I'm gonna
break the regulations,

what don't I just shoot the minister

of communications and be done with it?

- Is that the Taggarts up ahead?

(dramatic ominous music)

- Got your mail here, Taggart.

- That's our Bob.

- What's the go?

Blight?

- Problem with the creek water.

Two dead, had to shoot another cub.

- What problem?

- Muck.

Stinks like one of the old weed sprays.

- Yeah, been at school, same
thing happened back in '89.

I remember.

- You got a sat phone, Ed?

- I called Land and Environment.

Creek's still got a fair
bit of water in it, too.

- No, I wanna call Drover's.

They're downstream from here.

- In the yurt.

Knock yourself out.

(ominous music)

(sheep bleating)

- Right.

Ow.

(stomping)
Damn boots.

(sheep bleating)

Well, I hope the maggots eat
you alive, you stupid sheep.

(banging)
Leave it.

What are you looking at, Roy?

(gate opening)

(phone ringing)

- Come on, Tess, pick up, pick up.

(phone ringing)

- Hello, Dro--
- Tess.

- Becky?

- The stock along the
creek, get them out of there

and get them into the yard.

- Why, what's happened?

- Some chemical, I don't know what,

but it's killing the stock off stone dead.

- Yeah, but I'm here on my--

- Tess, I'll be there as soon as possible.

Follow the creek.

- Becky.
- Tess, as soon as possible.

Meg will know what to do.

Gotta take me home, Bob.

- What?

It's two hours back to Drover's Run.

I've got a job to save.

- I've gotta get back, they need me.

- See ya, Ed.
- You know it.

- You've got problems
of your own to sort out.

Family problems.

(dramatic music)

(door opening)

(cows mooing)

- Come on, Oscar, let's go.

(horse galloping)
(cows mooing)

(dog barking)

(cow mooing)
(adventurous music)

Ha, ha!

Ha, ha, ha, ha, hoy, hoy, hoy!

Get behind, Roy!

Roy!
(cow mooing)

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey!

(metal clanking)
(chattering)

(metal thudding)

- So, how's my little wifey, then, hm?

- You're getting along with
Mr. Johnson all of a sudden.

Very chummy.

- Well, I asked him about
artificial horsey bits.

Always a good ice breaker.

- I mean, he insulted me,
but you're happy to be

best mates with the bloke.

- He didn't insult you, Claire.

- He implied I couldn't drive,

he almost accused me of bankruptcy,

and he said we were married
in front of everyone.

- Gee, that last one must have hurt a bit.

- Well, at least you set him straight.

You set him straight?

- That topic didn't come up.

Look, if it's a big
deal, tell him yourself.

- Good boy, come on.
(cow mooing)

(splashing)
Good boy, that's it.

Good boy.

Roy!

(splashing)

Come on, Roy!

Good boy.

Get up, good boy, good.

Roy, Roy!
(adventurous music)

(galloping)

(barking)

Hey, hey!

(adventurous music)

(cows mooing)

(barking)
(cow mooing)

(whistles) Come on!

Hey!
(dog barking)

Hey!

- I don't understand what
you're getting at, Bob.

- A ha.
(doors slamming)

You took my head off at the neck

last time I mentioned the Howards.

I'm not gonna be the one
to put Mark back inside.

- This isn't a game.
(door opening)

- Well, you work it out for yourself.

It's all there now.

We saw him at the Butler farm.

- Yeah, taking a shortcut.

- There's only one road
into Butler's place

and that doesn't go anywhere.

- So, what's there?

- Well, let's see now.

There's a empty house,

empty paddock,

and the creek.

- And the creek runs all over the place.

Okay, the guy they're working for, Ron--

- Ron Sanders.

Now you're gettin' it.

- Yeah, I've never heard of him.

- Well, every year, Ron does
the annual chemical pickup

for the properties in this area.

You know, the,
(clanging)

the old DDT and whatever.

- But that stuff goes out One Prairie

and One Prairie is like
four hours from here

and last time we saw the
empty truck, it was--

(ominous music)

After Butler's farm.

- It's up to you, Beck.

I can take you to the
police at Gun Gullen.

- Shauny's with him.

- Well, maybe it was
an accident after all.

(banging)

You'd know best what Mark's like.

- Yeah.
(clanging)

A waste of space like me.

(car driving)
(sad music)

- Back again.

He's got another load.

- Stop the van, Bob.

Bob, stop the van.

(car engine running)

(door slamming)

(intense music)

(adventurous music)

(honking)

- Mark.

(truck braking)

- What's with the road warrior crap?

You're kidding me.

- Loser!
(truck revving)

- You coulda got yourself killed.

- We gotta go back.

- Back, what are you playing at?

- I'm not gonna let
Shauny go down with him.

- Oh, you're gonna make me very late.

- Oh, you're always late, Bob.

Get over it.
- Ah, whatever you say, Becky.

My pleasure.

I'll just tell my boss
I've come for a (mumbles),

what do you reckon?
(door slamming)

(cows mooing)

- Hoy!

Hoy, hoy, hoy!

(cow mooing)
(splashing)

Come on, Oscar.

(cows mooing)

(galloping)

(splashing)

Come on.
(dramatic music)

Come on.

Hello there.

(splashing)

Come on, out you get.

Oh.

It's a bit cold.

Come on.

Here we go.

Oh!
(splashing)

Oh, god!

Come on.

Come on.

Out you get.

It's poison in here.

Good little guy.
(splashing)

Hoo.
(slapping)

Come on, Oscar.

- If you know something
about all this, spit it out.

- You lost stock, so you're out of pocket.

- Too right I am.

- Okay, it's about business, then.

You want your money.

- You're gonna sell me insurance?

Good luck.

- The truck that's doing
the chemical pickups.

- Ron Sanders?

Ron's no dumper.

- It's not Ron this year.

(sniffles) It's my brother.

- Oh, I get you.

I'll call the cops.

You can stay out of it.

No one will know.

- No cops.

We can do this ourselves.

What have you lost?

- Four head.

- So, we talking what?

$4,000?

I reckon he's got it on him.

Just no cops, please.

- Business.

- Know the old Butler place?

- Yeah, that'll be alright.

- Give me 10 minutes, I need a head start.

- Drover's Run, are they okay out there?

- I don't know yet.

- So, how are you gonna
repay Claire McLeod?

(sad music)

(doors slamming)

- Married. (chuckles)

Us. (laughs)

That guy must be blind.

- Keep going on about it, Claire.

- Such a bobon thing to say.

- I don't know.

I bet you know my size in socks and jocks.

- I mean, he's hardly the expert

in matching stallions and mares, is he?

Big nerdy polo playing knob.

- How do you know he plays polo?

- He's got creases in his mole skins.

- Well, it sounds like he
knows what he's talking about.

It's useful stuff, Claire.

- Useful?

An entire afternoon spent discussing

what is involved in freezing semen.

That is not useful.

That is indulgent.

And a bit sick, quite frankly.

- You're just cranky 'cause
you crashed into his car.

- His fault.

Anyway, what sort of mindless idiot

would think you and I are an item?

- Obviously, a mindless idiot like me.

- I've got two feet you
can put in your mouth

if you run out.

(car driving)

(suspicious music)

(thudding)

- Leave it, Mark.

- Why don't you go home?

Don't worry about chasing me around.

- I won't.

Where's Shauny?

- Oh, well, he's with me now.

- No, he's not.

- No, he is, he's helping me.

He's right into it.

- He's 15 years old and he'll do

whatever his big brother does.

- Yup.

- That's if his big brother's
dumb enough to let him.

- Now, you spend your
life chasing cheap rent

and we scored a grand a day
since we started last week.

All profit.

- It's leaking into the creek, moron.

It's killing stock.

You were always gonna get
caught doing it this way.

- Oh, well, I'm clearing out, aren't I?

- (scoffs) Great.

And what happens to Shauny?

You never think, Mark.

You even held up a bank manager

who was an ex-Navy Commander.

Brilliant.

- Yeah, that's the last one.

- [Mark] Get in the truck, Shauny.

- He's coming with me.

- I reckon we should just grab

the young fella and go, eh, Beck?

- Shauny.
- No way.

(engine revving)

- You called the cops?

- I wouldn't do that to Shauny.

Just give them the cash, Mark.

That's all they want.

Probably need this.
- Mark.

- Turn the bit loose and sure enough.

- Stay where you are, Howard.

Get him back to the ewe truck.

(dramatic music)
(cows mooing)

(gate creaking)

(sighing)

(cow mooing)

(sighing)
(cow mooing)

- Ahhh.

(car driving)

- [Shauny] Stop, this is close enough.

- No way, Shauny.

(door opening)

Shauny.

Don't go back home.

Please, it'll all happen again.

- What'll happen?

What?
- Everything.

The troubles, the hassles, and the fights.

- I don't care.

Get it?

- Go and stay at the Barnes's.

They'll put you up for a few days.

- You don't know 'em.

They're creeps.

Just stay out of it.

- Shauny.

- He'd just come home.

Things were going great
and then you came in

and stuffed everything.

- And one day you'd be sharing a room

in the lockup with Mark.

- And that'd be okay.

I missed him and he came home.

He's Mark.

- You can get through.

I wanna help you.

- Rack off.

- Shauny.

You use to let me help you.

- You shocked through.

You ain't been around for months

and you don't know us anymore.

So, leave me alone.

(melancholy music)

(cows mooing)

(faucet squeaking)
(water splashing)

(cows mooing)
(gate opening)

(cows mooing)

- Hey.
- Hey.

- How's your hand?

Oh, fine, just needed
a few stitches, really.

- I'm sorry about that.

Maybe I was pushing us a bit hard

trying to prove something.

It was dumb.

- You were pushing and it was.

(cows mooing)

- What?
- Dumb.

(laughing)

- Ah, look, it's really okay.

I mean, you know, lots of people

get around with just one thumb.

Joking.

- Oh.
(chuckling)

- What are this lot doing up here?

- Oh, Becky rang before.

Creek's been poisoned with something.

I had to bring them up from the water.

- From the river paddock?

- Yeah, Roy gave me a hand.

- Becky came back?

- Ah, not yet, no.

(cows mooing)

- You look like you could
use a long, hot bath.

- Yeah, maybe I'll take my
boots off first this time.

(cows mooing)

(gate closing)

(car driving)

(honking)

(door opening)

- (grunts) Yup.
(door slamming)

- I'm only guessing, but I
reckon I've made you late.

- Well, a black mark on the
performance review, very bad.

- Look, people count on you.

If you have to tell
them what happened today

to keep your job, then--

- Oh, I'll blab the whole
thing, no worries, nah.

- Okay.

- Yeah, poison in the river.

Primary producers in
urgent need of assistance

all over the place.

That's a miracle I got into town at all.

(laughing)

Ah, you know me, I love a yarn.

Today was a gawker.
(laughing)

(door slamming)

(car starting)

(engine revving)

- [Meg] Tess.

Bath's ready.

(slow music)

- Hm.

- Tomorrow.

With a chainsaw.

(door closing)

- Ugh, I think I need sleep now.

Being talked at continuously all day

can wear a girl out. (laughs)

- So what do you really
think about Mr. Johnson?

- Who?

- You know, the tonk.

Mindless twit.

- Thought I made that pretty clear.

- Not to him you didn't.

- What?

- Well, I reckon he reckons you
think he's a bit of alright.

- (laughs) Alex, I crashed
into his poncy car,

he patronized me, I spent most
of the day making fun of him

and insulting him at least
once almost to his face.

I mean, how could he think I'd fancy him?

- We're terribly twisted that way, Claire.

And he's got your home phone
number and your address.

- He thought we were married.

(mumbling)

Come on.
(laughing)

Out you get. (grunts)
- Yeah, right, right.

(door opening)
(sighing)

Hey, Claire, how about a kiss goodnight

from my little wifey, huh? (chews loudly)

- Ugh.
(chuckling)

So, anything else I should know?

- No, that's in a nutshell, really.

Did I miss any good bits?

- Well, I nearly got run down by a truck.

That was kind of exciting.

- I think I might have got poisoned

creek water in my eyes, ouch,
but after the insecticide,

I don't think I would have noticed.

- So, apart from all of
that, everything was fine?

(chuckling)
Didn't I say something like

pretend it's Sunday?

- Well, that's life in
the country for you, huh?

Something always comes up.

(sighing)

- What is that smell?

- Um, Tess's boots.

I'd keep a safe distance.

- Well, I'm just really
glad it's all over now.

(sheep bleating)

(loud walking)

I've discovered it's
easier if you count them.

Did you know that?

(upbeat music)

♪ It's true ♪

♪ That I love you ♪

♪ That's right ♪

♪ So very right ♪

♪ But don't you break my heart ♪

♪ No, don't ♪

♪ Although, you might ♪

♪ 'Cause I'm a hopeless case ♪

♪ And you're a reckless waste ♪

♪ I'm a hopeless case ♪

♪ Kiss me now ♪

♪ Kiss me now ♪

♪ Kiss me now ♪

♪ Kiss me now ♪

♪ What's your haste? ♪

♪ 'Cause I'm a hopeless case ♪

♪ Kiss me now ♪

♪ I'm a hopeless waste ♪

♪ So sad ♪

♪ Don't ever leave ♪

♪ That's wrong ♪

♪ 'Cause you're my dream ♪

♪ Yes, stay ♪

♪ I love your face ♪

♪ Please stay, yeah ♪

(lighting striking)

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