All language subtitles for The.Man.From.Snowy.River.S02E08.The.Search.WEB-DL.DDP2.0.H.264-squalor

(carriages rumbling)

- The addition's on the
straight now, Mrs.
O'Neil.

- Oh, thank you, Mr.
Gleeson.

- There we
are.
- Oh, thank
you.

- He's a very handsome man,
Joanna.

I must confess, I
thought
he'd be a little
older.

- That's how I remember him.

I haven't seen
him
for over 20
years.

- We've printed
the
description
here.

The color of his
eyes,
his hair, his
height,

and approximate weight.

Mind you, a man can
change a lot in 20
years.

- It's all I had to go by.

That and the
postmarks
on the letters

that he sent to my Aunt Nora.

- He didn't write
to
you, his
daughter?

- No, never.

- I'm sorry, I didn't mean to
pry.

- It's all right, Kathleen.

I really appreciate
everything
you're trying to do.

- I haven't done anything yet.

- Yes, you have.

You've listened, and
you've
printed my
advertisement.

- Yes, but I have to admit
that when you first came to
me

with the idea of
advertising
for your missing father,

I had my doubts.

But now, I don't know,
our
circulation is
increasing.

I think there's every chance
that someone will come
forward.

(sweeping music)

- I could let you
have him cheap,
Matt,

just to clear my stock.

- Sid, you'd have to
pay
me to take that
horse.

Animal is rogue.

- Well, he's a bit
spirited for cattle,
maybe.

- Just a bit.

- Make a good
hunter
for someone now.

Someone that could handle him.

- Yeah, if you can
throw a saddle on
him.

No, thanks, Sid, just looking.

- Just hang on a minute, Dad.

Sid, there was never a horse
that couldn't be ridden,
right?

I'll have a go.

- Well, now, there's
an
enterprising young
man.

Knows a fine horse when he sees
it.

(laughing) Of course you can.

Put a saddle on
her
and give it a
go.

(horse neighing)

- And there never was a
rider
that couldn't be thrown.

- Oh, yeah?

(gravel crunching)

Steady.

(horse whinnying)

Easy.

Steady.

I think you and I
are
gonna get on just
fine.

(horse neighing)

(hoof beats thundering)

(laughing )

- Of course, I
could
do a deal on him.

- Not this time.

- How much?

- Well, a fine
looking
animal like that,

plenty of spirit,
don't
see too many like
him.

- I can afford three guineas.

- Oh, you must be joking, Miss.

Three
guineas?
- Too much?

- I'd say one guinea's too much.

- Give us a break, Matt.

- How about four
guineas if you throw
in

a saddle and bridle.

- Done, four guineas.

- And a saddle blanket.

(horse neighing)

- Uh, Miss, if I were you,

I'd try something a
little less
aggressive.

- Whoa, steady there, easy now.

All right, Beauty, steady.

There.

Now this is the exciting bit.

Are you ready?

Okay.

Easy, easy,
easy,
easy, there you
go.

Yeah, that wasn't too bad, was
it?

Good.

(laughing)
Okay.

(footsteps approaching)

Four guineas.

- I don't know, four
guineas
for a horse like that.

- I thought I
heard
you make a deal,
Sid.

- Thank you.

- Glad I could be of help.

- Then you think if I
do
what this woman's
done,

it might help to find my father?

- Victoria, I wouldn't
want to raise false
hopes.

Your father's been
gone for some time
now.

- This Joanna Walker's
father's been gone for
years.

- I'm just saying
there
are no guarantees.

- It's just not knowing,
not
knowing whether he's
alive

or if he's suffering somewhere.

- I suppose it's worth a try.

- I won't give up, Kathleen.

Not until I know.

- Well, we better
work
up what you want to
say

in your advertisement.

Do you have a likeness of him?

- Yes, I do.

(ominous music)

- I just thought that
you
being the local member

of Parliament you might
be
able to help me in some
way.

You might know
someone, or
something.

Anything, if it'd
help
me find my father.

- I'm afraid not, Miss Walker.

-
Joanna.
-
Joanna.

- Yes, thank you.

Malheur Lake, it's, well,
it's
the size of a small
country.

Most of it consists
of
mountain
wilderness.

I think the
advertisement's
the best bet.

- I see.

- Do you have any brothers
or
sisters that could help
you?

- No.

My mother died when I was seven,

and my father left
a
few years after
that.

- I'm sorry.

I don't mean to pry or
anything,
but who looked after you?

- His sister, my Aunt Nora.

I've been looking after
her for the past few
years,

and running the farm.

- At least you've
still
got some family
left.

- No, Matt, she
died
just over a month
ago,

and I had to sell the farm.

And that's one of the
reasons
I need to find my father.

I need to tell him
that his sister
died.

- What are the other reasons?

- I need to know why he left.

Why he left me.

- My own wife died
when
Danielle was just a
baby,

so I sort of
understand
what a man goes
through.

- But you stayed.

(somber music)

(door opening)

(door opening and closing)

- [Man] Hey.

- Can I help you?

- Yeah, I'm looking for the
woman

who advertised for her father.

- She's not here.

- Well, I didn't
expect her to be
here.

Where would I find her?

- She left only a few minutes
ago.

That's her, the
lady
with blonde hair.

Have you got
some
news on her
father?

- Yeah, something like that.

(footsteps receding)

- I'd like the dress by
Wednesday.

Can you have it finished by
then?

- Yes, of course.
- Good night, Mrs.
Bailey.

(crickets chirping)

(gasping )

- Just drop it, you understand?

Forget about your father.

- Who, who are you?

- Do you
understand
what I'm saying?

No more
searching,
no more
newspapers.

Do you understand?

- (gasping) Yes, yes.

(screaming )

Don't lie to me, Frank.

You sent that
man
to frighten me
off.

- Do you think I'd pay to
have
someone attack my own
sister?

- You really can't
wait to get your
hands

on father's money, can you?

- It's my inheritance.

- Not until he's dead, Frank.

Not until he's dead,
and
I don't believe he
is.

- Well, it's time you faced it!

- No!

Not until I've been given proof.

(uptempo music)

(dog barking)

(grunting )

(dog whining)

- The whole town
was talking about
it

when I came in this morning.

- Victoria wasn't hurt?

- Well, she's fine now.

- Why would anyone want
to
stop her looking for
Oliver?

He is her father.

- I think it was a mistake.

- Strange kind of mistake.

- Michael told me
that
a man came in here

looking for the woman
who
advertised for her
father.

That was barely an hour
after
Victoria had been in here

to book this advertisement.

So Michael
pointed
Victoria out to
him.

- And you think that maybe...

- He was talking about the
other advertisement,
Joanna's.

The attack on Victoria
was
a case of mistaken
identity.

- Well, I think I'd
better
have a word with
Joanna.

- I'll come with you.

(somber music)

(ominous music)

- Joanna?

Can we have a word with you?

- Of course.

(ominous music)

So you really believe
someone's trying to stop
me

looking for my father?

- Well, we don't know for sure.

But you've got to
admit the
possibility.

- She really felt
that
this man was
dangerous.

- If this is true, and
someone
did mistake Victoria for
me,

they must know my father.

- Maybe.

- They might know here he is.

- Look, I don't want to
sound
like a pessimist or
anything,

but, I mean, this
really
doesn't prove
anything.

Except that this
man, whoever he
is,

might want to harm you.

- I think Joanna
should stay out of
town

for a couple of days.

You're welcome to stay with me.

- That'll only place
you
and Michael in
danger.

If there is a danger,

I think Joanna
should
stay at the
Langara.

(door opening)

- [Gil] What does this say?

- Why do you ask?

- I maybe can't read, but
I
know what reward looks
like,

and I know a
pound
sign when I see
it.

And I know the
fellow
in that drawing.

At least, I used to.

I want to see the reward
before I say anything
else.

- You weren't hanging
around the livery
stables

last night by any chance?

- What?

- Doing your best
to
scare a young
lady?

- Mister, my name is Gil Tyson.

I trap dingoes
for
a living, wild
dogs.

If I frighten any young
women,
it's 'cause of how I look,

now what I do.

And last night I
was
camped on the
edge

of the Balmoral Station all
night.

I came into town to get
supplies, and I found
this.

- And you say you knew my
father?

- If Joe
Walker's
your father,
yeah.

- Do you know where he is?

- I can tell you
where
he was, a couple,

maybe three years ago.

- Anything you can tell me.

Where was he?

- Had a bit of property,

raised a few horses
up
in the High
Country.

- Can you show me?

- I can do better than that.

I can take you there.

I'll do anything
for
an honest
shilling.

- If Gil Tyson's a dingo hunter,

then he must know these
mountains
like the back of his hand.

- Yeah, but, can he be trusted.

I mean, you've
only
just met this
man.

And he's about to lead
you
into the middle of
nowhere.

Now, if he is right, and
your
father is where Tyson
says,

then he couldn't have
picked
a more remote or lonely
place.

(sighing )

- He wouldn't be lonely.

- What do you mean?

- It wasn't until
Aunt
Nora was dying that
she,

she told me the whole truth.

The real story.

He ran away.

It was a few years
after
my mother had died,

and he met another
woman, and he left
me.

- Well, I suppose
sometimes
these things happen.

I mean, a man can't go
on mourning all his
life.

Sometimes he'll fall in love
again.

- But he left me.

He should have taken me with
him.

(melancholy music)

(ominous music)

(uplifting music)

- Looks like it's
gonna be hard
going.

It'll take you a couple of days.

That's if you don't lose the
track.

- I really
appreciate
your concern,
Matt,

but I have every
confidence in Mr.
Tyson.

- I wish you'd
just
wait for one
week.

By then we'd
have
got the cattle
down

from the summer
pastures,
and I can take you.

- No, Matt, look, I can't wait.

It's really important
to
me that I find my
father

as soon as possible.

- Hey, Dad?

Better take a look at this.

Look at the girth strap.

- It's been cut.

- Did you check
this
when you bought
it?

- Yeah, of course I
did,
and it was fine then.

I rode it all the way out
here,
and the girth was all right.

- Well, that's it, then.

You're not going with
Tyson, you're going with
me.

Get her a new saddle.

We'll need some
more
food, and my
rifle.

- Dad, we're
gonna
have the first
snow

in the High Country within a
week.

We can't leave
those
cattle up there.

- He's right, Matt.

- Well, we'll be
back
in four or five
days.

You can handle it until then.

There's someone out
there
that wants to stop you

looking for your father.

Seems he doesn't
care how he does
it.

You either give
up,
or I come with
you.

- I can't give up.

- Well, you've
answered
my question, then.

- We have a deal.

What about my money?

- You'll get your money, Mr.
Tyson.

In return, I want a map.

- A map?

- Come down to the
house,
we can work on it
together.

(lively music)

- Mom, Mom!

It's Rob.

-
Kathleen.
- Hi, Rob.

- Did Joanna get away all right?

- Well, that's
why
I came to see
you.

Dad wanted me to pass on a
message.

- Oh?

- Well, he didn't really
think it was safe for
Joanna,

Miss Walker, to travel
to the High Country
alone

with Gil Tyson, so...

- Matt went with her.

- Well, Tyson's drawing them a
map.

He reckons he'll be
back
in four or five days

if all goes well.

So he said to say he'd
see
you when he comes back.

- Why didn't
they
postpone the
trip?

- Well, you know how anxious she
is

about finding her father.

Dad tried to persuade
her,
but she wouldn't wait.

- I see.

- So he's left me in charge.

I'm just off to see Colin.

I might need a
hand
with the order
muster

if the weather changes.

- Of course.
- Thanks,
Kathleen.

- [Kathleen] Bye.

- I bet Miss Walker feels
safe
with Matt traveling with
her.

- Yes, I'm sure she does.

- Victoria?
- I'm busy,
Frank.

- [Frank] I think
you should hear
this.

- Who's this?

- Tyson, he's a dingo trapper.

- So?

- He says he's got news of
father.

- You know
something
about my father.

- Afraid
so.
- Afraid?

- Let's not be too
melodramatic,
Victoria.

Let the man say
what he's gotta
say.

- Just tell me what you know.

- It's more a case of showing
you.

I found this out
west, in the
desert.

O.B.

- Oliver Black wood.

- So, it's father's
boot,
it doesn't prove
anything.

- Well, the thing
is,
I found it by a
grave.

Rough country it was.

Not much of a grave.

There were Aborigines around,
too.

They told me they
believed a
white man was buried
there.

(somber music)

Maybe it wasn't
your
father, after
all.

- This is my father's boot.

(footsteps racing)

(hoof beats approaching)

- Kathleen, I'm glad I caught
you.

I need to cancel that
advertisement about my
father.

- Why, what's happened?

- A man brought Frank
one of my father's
boots.

He found it in
the
desert by a
grave.

- But are you sure it's his?

- I'm sorry.

(melancholy music)

(sweeping music)

- Can't see anyone following.

- Doesn't mean
there's
no one there,
though.

Well, this is like on the map,

so we must be
heading
the right track.

Take it easy, you've
still
got a long way to go.

Ya!

(snake hissing)

(ominous music)

(snake hissing)

(ominous music)

(uplifting piano music)

Whoa.

I think we can
camp
here for the
night.

Might walk on a bit higher,

see if I can
pick
out any
landmarks.

- You don't think we're lost,
then?

- (laughing) I think
we're on the right
track.

I just want to
make
sure, that's
all.

- Can I come with you?

- Yeah, it's a bit of a climb.

- Oh, that'll feel good
after this long day's
ride.

- Hey, have a look at that.

(gentle music)

- Do you think Joanna
will find her father,
Mom?

- If he's there, Matt'll find
him.

Oh, Michael.

Go and get him.

You don't know
what
he'll get up to.

He's probably gone
through
to the Blackwood's
land.

- [Michael]
Chasing
rabbits, I
suppose.

Come on, boy, come on!

Here, boy!

- Michael?

Michael?

- Get off, get off.

Give it here!

Here, boy.

He was digging for
this dirty, old
boot.

- Let me see.

(dramatic music)

It's not as though it
was
thrown away, it was
buried.

So it wasn't
just
lost, or
misplaced.

- No, I don't
think
it was
misplaced.

This is the boot
that man gave
Frank,

said he found it in the desert.

- Oh, let's see.

It's obviously a pair.

Are you sure they were Oliver's?

- I'm sure.

I should have known better
than to trust a dingo
hunter.

- What was his name?

- I think it was Tyson.

- Gil Tyson?
- That was
it.

- Do you know him?

- He's the man who
answered
Joanna's advertisement

for her father.

He said he'd do
anything
for an honest
shilling.

I think he used the
word
honest a little
loosely.

- I think I know he
gave
him his honest
shilling.

- Yes, well, I hope
he
was telling the
truth

about Joanna's father.

(ominous music)

(horse neighing)

- [Matt] Do you
remember
much about your
father?

- Not much.

I remember he was a
gentle
man with kind blue
eyes.

I remember that
he
used to laugh a
lot.

He made my mother and I laugh.

My Aunt Nora said
that
he worked with
horses.

Said he was quite
brilliant with
them.

- Something you inherited.

- Maybe so.

(sighing )

The horses must have
brought
him to these mountains.

It's a really
magnificent
country, Matt.

- Yeah, it is
magnificent,
and challenging.

They can be hard,
lonely, and
unforgiving.

It takes a special kind of
person

to be able to live up here.

Look, I don't suppose
you've
considered the
possibility

that maybe your father's moved
on?

I mean, it has been a
while
since Tyson saw him up
here.

- Nope, I know he's out there.

It's getting cold.

- Yep, we'll be getting
the first of the snow
soon.

- Look, Matt, I'm really
sorry to be taking you
away

from your order muster.

- (laughing) Rob can handle it.

- You have a lot of faith in
him.

- Yeah, I'm very proud of him.

I'm proud of all my kids.

They turned out pretty
well, if I do say so
myself.

(laughing )

- They're very lucky.

- Well, I suppose we
better be heading
back.

Get a fire started.

Well, dinner's almost ready.

This time tomorrow, we'll
be
at where X marks the
spot.

I'm not too sure whether we'll
be

on a wild goose chase or not.

- Matt?

I'm scared.

What if my father
doesn't want to know
me.

It's been so long.

- Ah, he will, I know he will.

- He left me before.

I know this sounds
strange,
but I always have a
feeling

like I'm incomplete, somehow,

like there's something missing.

- Well, tomorrow you
might
find that missing part,
huh?

- Tomorrow's either
gonna be the best
day,

or the worst day of my life.

(horse neighing)

Early start?

- Yeah, why not.

Get a good night's
sleep
and head off around
dawn.

- Let's not get carried away.

(horse neighing)

Whoa, Beauty, what's wrong?

(ominous music)

(snake hissing)

(screaming )

(gun cocking)

- It's a Tiger.

One bite from that, and uh...

- Where did it come from?

- Well, it certainly
didn't get there by
itself.

(gentle piano music)

- You've been out all afternoon.

Did you have a successful day?

- As a matter of fact, yes.

I've been to the bank,

and there's
something
you should know.

-
Bank?
- Yes.

- I spoke to Herbert,

and he was
sympathetic
about our tragic
news.

Well, anyway, he
agreed with me
that,

now that we've got evidence,

and a witness to prove that
he's not only dead, but
buried,

well, Herbert felt
that
he could safely
begin

to take the necessary measures
to...

- To declare you father's heir.

- At least to
start
things in
motion.

- Why, that's wonderful, Frank.

- It
is?
- Mmm.

- If they can do that
much
on the evidence of one
boot,

imagine what they can do with
two.

Will you tell Herbert about
this little mistake, or shall
I?

(dramatic music)

Then, perhaps, you
can put them both
back

in father's closet
where you found
them.

(dramatic music)

(uplifting music)

- When you say
early,
you mean early.

- Yeah.

- I think Beauty's sleepwalking.

- Best part of the day.

Might give us a chance to catch
up

with whoever's been following
us.

- Catch up?

- Yeah, I'd say
he's
ahead of us now.

Must have
traveled
during the
night.

Take a look at that.

Means only one thing,
he
knows where we're
heading,

and he knows how to get there.

(ominous music)

(uplifting music)

This gully should
take
us to the lowest
slopes

of Mount Warrigal.

That's where the farm should be.

- Will it take
long?
- Nah, it
shouldn't.

We've been making good progress.

My guess si

(gun cocking)

- What's
wrong?
- Shh,
listen.

(rocks crumbling)

- You wait here.

(clucking )

(suspenseful music)

(rocks crashing)

Get back!

(sighing )

I'd say we're a lot closer

to your father's
farm than we
thought.

Let's go, take it real easy.

(clanging )

(footsteps approaching)

- Oh, you're leaving us, Mr.
Tyson?

- Oh, Mrs. O'Neil,
yes.

I'm just heading out
to
do some more
trapping.

- I went to see Miss
Black wood yesterday
afternoon.

- Oh, yes?

- She said that you'd
found
one of her father's
boots.

- Oh, yes, yes, I did.

- I think it's a coincidence.

- Sorry?

- Well, you see, I've just
found one of his boots as
well.

- Oh, did
you?
- Yes, I
did.

- Now, I found
mine
in the Timber
Country

on the edge of the Balmoral
Land.

Where did you find yours?

- Um, uh...

- I'd think very
carefully
before I answer, Mr.
Tyson.

- It wasn't my idea.

It was Frank Blackwood's.

He told me that it would
help
the young lady ease her
mind.

- Yes, and make you
a
few shillings, as
well.

- Oh, well, yes, but if I
was
able to help the young
lady,

it was worth telling a small
lie.

- It wasn't a small lie,
Mr.
Tyson, it was a big
fraud.

- Oh, well, yes.

- And what about the map
that you sold to Miss
Walker?

Was that a small lie, as well?

- Oh, no, no, no, no,
it's
not, it's the real
McCoy.

I saw Walker in the
mountains
just like I said I did.

And he'll be where the map said.

Honor, the map's
not
a lie, it's the
truth.

- It had better be, for your
sake.

- You stay close to me, you
hear?

(horse whinnying)

(leaves crunching)

Joanna?

Joanna?

(somber music)

(leaves rustling)

(wings fluttering)

(birds cooing)

(wings fluttering)

(somber music)

- Oh, no.

Matt?

(soft footsteps)

(somber music)

- [Matt] Sacred to the
memory of Georgina
Walker,

beloved of Joseph Walker.

(melancholy music)

- Mother of Thomas.

Now I know why he
left,
he had another
family.

She had her own son.

I would have been in the way.

(gun cocking)

- She was my wife.

Georgina Dunn.

- Who are you?

- I'd say he's the
man
who's been following
us,

causing all the trouble.

- But why?

Why would you want to harm us?

- Because he couldn't
let
us find the other
grave.

Isn't that
right?
- Yeah.

- I tried to stop you.

I didn't want you coming here.

- What other grave?

- The one over there,
the
one I was kneeling by.

- It's your father's grave.

Took me a long
time
to find him,
years.

When I did she was already dead.

He killed her, your father.

Just as if he'd
put
a gun to her
head.

Brought her here to
this Godforsaken
place,

and worked her to death.

- Now I'd say it was
a
very pretty place,
once.

There's evidence of a
garden, a vegetable
patch.

I'd say she was very happy here.

- You killed my father.

- What about your son, Thomas?

Did you kill him, too, huh?

- All I wanted was Georgina
back.

That's all I wanted.

And when I got
here
she was already
gone.

The kid wasn't
mine,
he was your
father's.

- I have a brother.

Do you know where he is?

Please tell me, where is he?

- Why would I tell you that?

I don't care where he is.

(groaning )

- Matt.

(gunshot ringing)

(screaming )

(grunting )

- Joanna, you all right?

- Yes.
- You're not
hit?

- No, I'm okay.

(horse neighing)

(energetic music)

- Ya, ya!

(energetic music)

(ominous music)

(horse neighing)

- Hey, whoa, whoa!

(yelling )

(dramatic music)

(hoof beat approaching)

- He didn't make it.

Found him down at
the
bottom of a gorge.

His horse must have
shied
at something, I don't
know.

- I found this in the cabin.

Must be Thomas.

- Look, Joanna, I'm
sorry
things didn't end up

the way you hoped.

I only wish we could
have
found your father
alive.

- Well, I know I'm never gonna
know

the answers to all my questions,

but he did leave me
something
very precious, a brother.

I'm gonna find him, Matt.

I'm gonna let him
know
that he has a
family,

and he has someone
that
he can really count
on.

(dramatic music)

(carriage rumbling)

(uplifting music)

(footsteps approaching)

- Ah, welcome back, Mr.
McGregor.

Didn't expect you back so soon.

- Gleeson.

Kathleen?
- Hi,
Matt.

- [Kathleen] Did
you
have a pleasant
trip?

- Well, I wouldn't
describe it as
pleasant.

Hazardous is
probably
a better word.

- Did you find Joanna's father?

- We were too late.

We found his grave, and
the man who put him
there.

- What happened?

- Well, it's a long
story, to say the
least.

Let's just say I'm glad to be
back.

- So, no more
adventures
with damsels in
distress?

- I think I've got
enough
adventure right here.

(smooching )

(lively music)