All language subtitles for The.Man.From.Snowy.River.S02E09.The.Lost.Child.WEB-DL.DDP2.0.H.264-squalor

(whimsical music)

(hammer clanging)

- There never was a
horse I couldn't
handle.

- Mr. Jake, I'm much
happier doing this
myself.

- And that's another thing,

well you being a woman and all.

- I know, I'm probably

the most difficult
customer you've ever
had.

- No, the most
difficult
customer I have

is that old prospector
who
was in here awhile ago.

- Prospector?

- Old man
Everett,
mad as a cut
snake.

- Everett?

- Mm.

- Doug Everett?

- The same, now he's over
there in the store just
now.

(Doug grunts)

- Giddy up ya
mongrel, come on,
yah.

- Mr.
Everett!

Mr. Everett please
stop.

I need to speak to you.

- Whoa you mongrel.

- I'm Joanna Walker, you
knew
my Father, Joseph Walker?

- Never heard of him.

Go on, gee haw, gee haw.

- Ho, ho, stop, whoa, whoa.

Mr. Everett, my Father's dead
now,

but he had a son,

my, my half brother
Thomas, I must find
him.

- I don't know
nothing
about no son
either.

Now get out of me way
girly,
'cause I got things to
do.

Come on, gee haw, yah!

- Remember not to put
any weight on that
foot.

Maybe next time you'll think
twice

before you go
jumping
your horse
bareback.

- The doctor didn't say
anything about not
riding.

- Michael, when you're
fit
enough to to back to
school,

you'll be fit to
ride
again and not
before.

All right?

(hooves thudding)

Hello Joanna.

- Hello Kathleen.

Matt!

- Joanna.

- I saw him.

I saw him in town.

- [Matt] Who?

- Everett.

- What were you
doing
with Doug Everett?

- Ah, he's a friend of my
Father's.

- Did you speak to him?

- I spoke to him, but
he
wouldn't tell me
anything.

In fact, he nearly
ran
me down with his
wagon.

- (scoffs) Lucky he
wasn't
driving a train, he's
crazy.

- Well he's the only
link
I have to my brother.

I really need to talk to him.

- Ah, you probably
just
caught him on a bad
day.

Which way was he headed?

- He was going down
Main
Street, South I
think.

- Well that makes sense,

he's got a camp
out
at Swifts Creek.

- Dad, we gonna break these
horses?

- Haven't you just got back?

- I can't drive you away again.

- If you're stuck, I
don't
mind taking you there.

- I'll take you.

Well I, I have to
make
a delivery to Omeo,

and Swifts Creek's
practically on the
way.

- What about your
business and
Michael?

- Well I'll only be
gone a couple of
days.

The ankle's healing well,

and it'll give Matt and Michael

a chance to get to know each
other.

Man to impending stepfather.

(whimsical music)

(Rooster screeching)

- Shoot, shoot, get out.

- [Rooster] Shoo, shoo

Shoo, shoo.

- [Danni] Dad will kill you.

- I know.

- You shouldn't keep a
wild
bird in captivity
anyway,

it's cruel.

- Well I saved him
when
he fell out of the
nest.

He loves me.

Here Rooster, here boy.

- What sort of name is Rooster?

It's a cockatoo, not a chicken.

- [Michael] It suits him.

- You better get
this mess cleaned
up

before Dad comes back.

(Matt clears his throat)

Hi Dad.

- Hi Matt.

I think he was looking for a
mouse.

- Cockatoos don't eat mice,

but it seems they
eat everything
else.

- Well he won't
do
it again, I
promise.

- Can't you build a cage
for it, or just set it
free?

- You can't put him in a cage.

- Well he'd die without me.

(Rooster squawking)

- [Joanna] Matt
really
is an amazing
person.

- I think so.

- Isn't it a bit daunting
marrying such an adventurous
man?

- Uh, not in the least.

- He has a
wonderful
way with horses,

and he's awfully charming.

- Awfully.

- And he's so kind,

and I've never heard him
raise his voice to
anybody.

- Mm, he has his moments,

and if he can draw a map,

this should be the
road to Swifts
Creek.

Walk on.

- Hey hungry?

- [Rooster] Hungry.

- Yes thanks.

- Good.

So Emily's made
your
room up for you.

- Yeah, well you've
got
the number one guest
bed.

Don't know what
you've
done to deserve it.

- The uh, cockatoo
sleeps
outside doesn't he?

- Um, sometimes.

- Well it's your
responsibility
to see he doesn't misbehave.

Better keep him well fed huh?

Now, if there's anything you
need.

If you need any
advice
on anything, you
know,

man to man, you tell me okay?

Good.

- Well there is something.

Could you pass the pickles
please.

- Yeah sure, that's
great, anything at
all.

- Come on, come on,
come
on, come here, come
here.

Come on, come on, come on.

You useless, aah!

Well that's it,
that's the last
time.

I'm sick of you.

I'll learn you.

(horse whinnying)

- No!

Don't you dare strike that
animal.

- You get out of my way.

- Whoa, steady, steady, easy
now.

What's wrong, what's wrong?

Whatever it is I can fix it.

- I couldn't get
near
it, it'll kill
her.

- Oh, that's the problem.

- What, what is it?

- It's an abscess.

- Well, you should
put
it out of it's
misery.

- No, I can fix it.

Just needs to be lanced.

- Can you do it?

- Yes.

- So what can I do?

- You can build up the
fire
and boil me some water.

- Fine.

- [Michael] Matt.

- [Matt] Yes Michael?

- You said if I wanted to
talk,
you know, get some advice.

- Yeah of course, is
something bothering
you?

- I don't know what to do.

It's this Thursday, but
Mom said I wasn't to
tell.

- Yeah, what's on this Thursday?

- Mama's birthday, I
thought
we should have a party.

- It's your Mother's
birthday this
Thursday?

- She made me promise not to
tell,

but I reckon
birthdays
are important.

- Oh, they sure are.

Thanks for telling me.

I don't think
your
Mom will mind a
bit.

- You touch her with that,
she'll kick you into next
year.

- [Joanna] Kathleen, I'm ready
now.

Thanks.

- [Kathleen] I'll take that.

- Look, I'm not gonna
tell
ya this isn't gonna
hurt,

because it is.

You're gonna
have
to be brave,
okay?

All right.

(knife thuds)

(horse whinnying)

Okay, all over, well done.

Good, good girl.

- I could've done that.

Couldn't get
close
enough, that's
all.

Here you go.

- Ah.

- Thanks.

- Just the thing.

- It's not too clean.

- So you really did know my
Father?

- Maybe.

- Found this in his hut.

It says in here that you and he

had a gold mining claim
together.

- He was a good fella your Dad.

He come up to the high
country with his new
bride,

and then she died,
and
he went sort of
crazy,

because it was
the
second time you
see.

Your Mom was the
first,
and then she went,

and ah, he never
got
himself over
that.

- They had
another
child, a little
boy.

- Yeah, Tommy.

- What happened to him.

- Gave him away.

- What?

- Your Father gave him away.

- You gotta see it
from his side you
see,

because he'd gone to pieces.

He could hardly
look
out for himself,

let alone a little nipper,

and with his wife
gone,
he was sick, and ah,

well I don't think he
expected
to live that long himself,

and there was this woman see?

She was a good woman,
she already had a
child,

but for some reason
she
couldn't have no
more,

so your Father
thought
that she and her
husband

could offer all
that
you Dad couldn't.

You know, family
life, a woman's
touch.

I mean, your Dad really
thought it all for the
best.

- And it wasn't?

- Well, your Dad didn't know,

and none of us had any idea.

- What happened?

- Oh now now, if I tell
ya,
he'd kill me (chuckles).

My life wouldn't be worth two
bob.

- Please Doug, where's my
brother?

(dramatic music)

- He's with a man called Langer,

but I warn ya, he's a monster.

(dramatic music)

(whimsical music)

(Rooster squawking)

- Good day to you young sir.

Alan Grout Tinker, or
so
the sign man tells
me.

I never did learn to read or
write.

- That's what it says.

I'm Michael O'Neil.

- Knives sharpened,
boots resoled and
heeled.

At your service Michael O'Neil.

- I'm looking for a
present for my
Mother.

- Mm, pretty lady is she?

Of course she is.

Baubles from Bolivia
to
melt a mother's
heart.

Beads and braids from
the Indian
subcontinent.

Fashion accessories never
before seen in the
colonies,

all the way from
the mysterious
East.

Beautiful isn't it?

From the Royal Court in
Shanghai.

An absolute steal at ten
shillings,

but for you, five.

- I don't have enough money.

I don't suppose
you
could give me
credit

til Friday could you?

- Credit, now
credit
doesn't help
anyone.

It would be trouble for
you,
and absolute death of me.

No money you say?

What do we have here?

Ah you seem to be a man of
means.

Uh, a man of substance.

- Are they mine?

- Well the ears are
yours,
of course they're
yours.

Here.

- They're only buttons.

- And isn't that like life?

One disappointment after
another.

Nothing comes easy
Michael
O'Neil, remember that.

Nothing comes easy.

That's a beautiful
bird you've got
there.

Would you care to sell him?

There are people who
live
in fine houses in
Melbourne

that never see the countryside.

They would pay good
money
for a bird like that.

- I wouldn't sell him.

Not for anything.

- Everything has a
price
Mr. O'Neil,
everything.

A beautiful bird like
that,
intelligent too I can
see.

You might raise as
much
as five shillings
even.

- [Rooster]
(squawks)
Five shillings.

(whimsical music)

- We could be in
for
some bad weather.

Maybe worth setting
up
camp before it moves
in.

- I know we won't
reach
Langer's by
nightfall,

but there's a couple
hours of daylight
left,

be a shame to waste them.

- I think we really
should
look for a campsite
now.

- I suppose so.

- We'll stop at the
next stream, all
right?

- I tend to favor a higher
ground, but whatever you
think.

Bessie!

- Whoa, hold on, whoa!

Bessie, ooh!

Ooh, ooh, whoa!

Oh no!

No no no no no, oh, ooh!

- You all right?

- Yes.

- Are you sure?

- I think so.

- Perfect.

- What?

- Well you said you
wanted
to camp near the water.

- I said near it, not in it.

(Joanna chuckles)

(Kathleen chuckles)

- What do we do now?

- I guess we should
start
um, unloading the
cart.

Could you start
unhitching Bessie for
me?

- I hate to say this,
but
I think we should get
help.

- There's no one
around
for miles Joanna.

No we can manage,

we just have to find some
leverage

once we've unloaded the wagon.

- Okay.

- [Kathleen] All right.

Pull it this way here.

- Hello Bess.

- Who thought it
would
come to this
Joanna?

I mean look at me.

- Oh, I hope this
is
gonna work
Kathleen.

- It has to work.

- Ah!

Yes, yes!

Yes, yes.

Woo hoo!

(whimsical music)

- Don't think you're the
only
one who has this problem.

I gotta admit, when I was
your
age I had the same problem.

More than once.

- It's never happen before.

- Well, Tinker's right, it
doesn't help to borrow
money.

Now I don't mind loaning you
some,

but you asked for my advice,

and the thing is, well I've
never had any respect for a
man

who has to borrow
money
to get out of
trouble.

- Well, I guess not.

- [Danni] Give me back
the
tablecloth you silly
bird.

Get out, shoo, go on.

(Rooster squawking)

Shoo, shoo.

- I don't suppose you've
got
anything you might wanna
sell?

Just a thought.

(whimsical music)

- Mm, thanks.

- So have you thought
about what you're gonna
do

when we find the boy?

- With money I have left,

I'm gonna buy a
little
house in Bendigo.

- I thought you were
gonna
stay in the high
country,

and breed horses like your
Father.

- Maybe, someday,

but I want Tommy to
have every
opportunity.

Some culture, a good education,

but most of all I
want
him to have a
family.

(whimsical music)

- Don't look so down young lad.

You don't have to
worry
about Rooster
anymore.

- Are you sure
he'll
have a good home?

- A home fit for
the prince of
birds.

- I'm afraid he'll fret for me.

- He won't fret, believe me.

A day or two apart
and
you'll be
forgotten.

It's the way of the world.

- You said, you did
say,
five shillings didn't
you?

- I certainly did, and
that's what you shall
have,

five of the very best.

One, two, three, four,

and five.

- And I'd like to
buy
that shawl over
there.

- And that will
cost
you five
shillings.

- One, two, three, four, five.

- It's a miracle isn't it,

how money makes the world go
round?

Never fails to fascinate me.

- They'll treat
him
well won't they?

- They love wild
things in
Melbourne.

He'll have pride of
place
in some fine parlor.

Yes indeed.

Once he's stuffed and mounted.

- Stuffed?

- I do a fine
job
if I say so
myself.

- You're gonna kill Rooster?

- Only way to do it I'm afraid.

- Well no, I'll buy him back.

- Ah well, a deal's a deal.

I stand to make a handsome
little profit from him,
stuffed.

Sorry boy.

Five pieces of silver Rooster.

(Rooster squawks)

(whimsical music)

- Whoa girl.

- By the look of this
area, we're nearly
there.

I can't wait.

- Joanna, I think you
have
to be prepared in
case...

- In case Langer's as
bad
as they painted him to
be?

- Well that too, but
two
years is a very long
time,

anything could've happened.

- You don't think Langer
could've harmed him do
you?

- Well I just think
you have to be
prepared

for any eventuality.

They may not even be there
anymore.

- Well, wherever he is,

I'm gonna find
him
and bring him
home.

(whimsical music)

(whimsical music)

- Michael.

What's the matter?

Huh, you missing
your
Mother or
something?

- No, it's not that.

You know that advice you gave
me?

- Mm hmm.

- I ran into some trouble with
it.

- Huh?

- I decided to sell Rooster,

you know, to buy the shawl for
Mom.

- Well that's a big decision,

and I can understand your
concern.

I'd have actually thought about
it.

- Well I though so,
except that Tinker
said

he's gonna stuff
Rooster,
put him in a glass
case.

- Oh boy, not around here he's
not.

Come on.

(whimsical music)

Here you go.

Ah Mr.
Grout.

- [Alan] That's me.

- I want the bird back.

- Well, anything's possible.

That's an
extremely
valuable
specimen.

- Mm hmm, how valuable?

- Well I couldn't let
it
go for under 15
shillings.

15?

- Well I'll give ya five,
that's what you paid for
it.

Michael's changed his mind.

Let's call it a
cooling
down period shall
we?

Otherwise, things are
gonna get decidedly
warmer.

You get my drift?

- You may keep the cage.

- [Matt] Thank you.

- What about the shawl?

I've still got it.

That means I owe you five
shillings, and that's a
loan.

- No let's say it's an advance

on two weeks
part-time
work at Langara
huh.

- Great.

- The sign says
you
do photographic
work.

You do house calls?

- I certainly do.

The miracle of the age.

Anything from true
lifelikenesses
to sweeping panoramas,

and a delightful array of frames

handcrafted for your
delectation.

- I think he means yes.

- [Michael] Yeah (chuckles).

- [Matt] Up you go.

(cart squeaking)

(wagon rumbling)

- Mom, Mommy!

- No wait, it's all right.

- Don't worry about the girl.

She's not used to strangers.

This is private property.

You're
trespassing
on a mining
lease.

- We're looking
for
a man called
Langer.

- Whatcha want with him?

- Information, I'm
looking for my
brother.

He's a seven year old.

- Your brother, what's his name?

- Tommy, Thomas Walker.

I'm Joanna Walker and
this is Kathleen
O'Neil.

- My name's Dick Langer.

You can be at ease,
you
won't need the
rifle.

- Yes.

Do you know the boy?

- Certainly do, he's
a
part of our family
now.

You ladies had best step down.

- Mr. Langer, I've
been
so intent on my
search

and my plans for the future

that I really only saw
this from my point of
view.

- Don't be alarmed,

we always knew
someone
would come someday.

We just been taking care of the
boy

in sacred trust that's all.

- A very generous attitude.

- Dorothy, come here love.

Some people to see you.

This is my wife
Dorothy,
my daughter Jenny.

This here's young Tommy.

- Hello Tommy.

- Tommy, say
hello
to your big
sister.

How about a cup per
love,
Jenny will give ya a
hand.

Come on mate, pretty
lady's
come a long way to see
ya.

All the way from old
Doug Everett's I'd
say.

Am I right?

- As a matter of fact, it was.

- So you were expecting the
worst?

A burst of rifle fire at least.

Sorry, but you're not the
first to be fooled by old
Doug.

Still he's not to blame you
know,

he's a bit strange in the head.

That's by the by.

Now Tommy, this here's your
sister,

and she lives in a
big house in the
city,

and she's
searched
high and low for
ya,

and now she wants to
take you back with
her.

So what do ya say?

- I don't want to rush the
child.

- You wouldn't wanna force
him against his will would
ya?

So what do you say
son, do you wanna
go?

(whimsical music)

- This will do just fine.

He'll have plenty of company
here.

- Are you sure you'll be okay?

- Some things just
weren't meant to be
caged.

(Rooster squawking)

- That's Miss
Walker's,
and that's your
Father's.

- Oh, what a nasty looking
bruise.

- Oh it's
nothing,
it's just a
bump.

- Bruises easy my wife, and
clumsy.

If it's there to
bump
into, she'll do
it.

- Yeah clumsy, always have been.

- That's why you
need
a man around don't
ya?

Take care of you womenfolk.

- Well not necessarily Mr.
Langer.

More and more women
are leading
successful,

independent lives these days.

There's no question
that
the old ways are
changing.

- But it's not natural is it?

Dorothy love, I think
we need some more
water.

- It's all right
Richard,
they'll be enough.

- But I'd be
obliged
if you'd be so
good

as to get some more just in
case.

- Yes dear.

- I assure you Mr.
Langer,

that as much as I
appreciate family
values,

I too am a single woman.

- Well what would the
boy do without a
father?

- Do you really
think
I'd take Tommy
away,

if I didn't think I
could take care of
him?

I know that I can give him
a
safe, happy, and secure
home.

- It's not a real family is it?

Family's important.

You'd agree with
that
wouldn't you my
dear?

Boy needs a bit of rough and
tumble, mix it in with the
men.

Wouldn't want him
to turn out a
sissy.

- No matter how he turns
out,
it'll be just fine with
me.

- Mr. Langer, we
hate to bother
you,

but it's getting too late
for
us to make it back
tonight,

so if you don't mind,
we'll camp by the
creek.

- Be our pleasure.

- I do feel for them,

but why would
Tommy
wanna stay
there?

Am I being selfish
thinking
he'd be better off with
me?

- No, of course you're not.

- She's a good woman.

Everett said that Dad placed him

in a home with a good
woman, and a good
family,

but I'm not so sure.

- A frightened woman I'd say.

Hiding something.

- Can't take Tommy out
of
there against his
will.

I'm just not so sure that
he really wants to be
there.

It's all so complicated.

You did warn me Kathleen.

(whimsical music)

- Come on Michael,

You know Rooster's
better off in the
wild.

- No I don't, not for certain.

- Look, why don't you
come
here and give us a
hand?

We need a strong stirring arm.

- All right.

- Good, now the flour.

- Flour.

- How's it going?

- [Emily] Fine.

(Rooster
squawking)
(girls
screaming)

(all laughing)

- [Michael] Rooster, you missed
me.

- But managed to get everyone
else.

- Aw, you missed me.

- (grunts) Not a breath,
not
a sound, not a whisper,
right.

Same goes for you lot, right?

You know what to
expect
if I hear one
squeak.

We all love it here don't we?

Where do we wanna live?

- [Children] Here.

- And who's your most
favorite person in the
world?

- [Children] Daddy.

- Right.

Now Jenny,

I'd like a quiet word with you.

(dramatic music)

- Oh, hello Jenny.

- I can't talk to you.

- It's all right.

I won't hurt you.

- I can't talk to you.

- Oh, oh.

- He'll see us, let me go.

- Jenny, the marks.

She's been beaten.

- No I haven't.

- What happened,
did
someone hurt you?

- Wasn't nobody, I
did
it in the
blackberries.

- Doesn't look
like
blackberries to
me.

- Well it is.

- Accident prone family.

- Hmm.

Thanks for your
hospitality Mr.
Langer,

and take care of
your
family won't you?

- Oh I'll do that all right.

- Tommy, I'm gonna be leaving
now,

and you can still
come
with me if you
like.

The world outside this
valley
is a very exciting place,

and I'd love you to come.

Will you?

Well maybe I can
come
and see you
sometimes,

and see how you're getting
along.

- Oh I don't think
that'd
be a very good idea do
you?

Could be unsettling for the
child.

The child's interests

would have to
come
first wouldn't
they?

- Maybe I can write.

That would be okay wouldn't it?

- Yeah, letters
couldn't do much
harm.

In fact, letters
would be a good
idea.

We'll look
forward
to getting
letters.

Godspeed.

- Do you have to go so soon?

- It'll be for
the
best, you'll
see.

- Goodbye.

(melancholy music)

- That was close.

Just you wait.

All of ya.

(whimsical music)

- I thought Langer's interest

in Tommy's welfare
was
touching didn't
you?

- Yes I did.

I also think it isn't fair

to take a child away
from a home that's
happy

without just cause.

- Whoa, whoa.

- I can tolerate shotty work,

I can tolerate
carping
and complaints,

but I will not tolerate
disloyalty to this
family.

(whip snaps)

- No Richard, we've had enough.

Everyday it's something new.

Yesterday it was
burnt
dinner on the
table,

before that it was...

- Be quiet!

My Father never spared
the
rod, and neither will
I.

I'm master here and I'll be
obeyed.

If I say you're gonna be
punished,
punished you're gonna be,

and it's gonna hurt,

so who's to blame this time?

- Not anymore Langer.

Not ever again.

- We won't hesitate to shoot.

- [Joanna] Tommy!

- Well that's interesting.

It's a labyrinth in there,

and I'm the only
one
who can get him
out.

So no shooting right, if
I
get your little brother
out.

- Do it.

- This is an old
mine
that I'm
reworking,

and maintenance
hasn't been the
best,

what with one thing and another.

And if you don't
give me those
rifles,

(timber thuds)

I'll collapse the
mine
and bury the child.

(gun firing)

- Get away from
there, come on
move!

- You wouldn't shoot me.

You haven't got the stomach for
it.

- But I have and will,

if you put toe out
of
line Richard
Langer.

Many is the time I've
thought
about it, so be warned.

- I'm going in.

- Two for the price
of
one, I'll enjoy
that.

- Be quiet.

- Tommy, Tommy can you hear me?

Tommy, no one's gonna hurt you.

Tommy, you have to
trust
me, I'm your sister.

- No, no Joanna, you can't
go
in there, it's too
dangerous.

Somehow we have to coax him out.

(timber creaking)

- There was a lullaby,
maybe he'll remember
that.

- Well try it.

? Hush my baby sweetly
sleep

? Do not
cry

? I will sing a
lullaby

My Father used to sing that
to
me when I was a little
girl.

Maybe he used to
sing it to Tommy
too.

- Well, let's hope he did.

Try it again.

? I will rock
you,
rock you, rock
you

? I will rock
you,
rock you, rock
you

? Here's some fur to keep you
warm

? Wrapped around your tiny
form

(dramatic music)

(timber crashing)

(whimsical music)

- Look Dorothy, sweet.

Look, it won't
happen
again, I promise.

- You're right
there,
not to us anyway.

- We're a family.

I know me temper gets
the
better of me
sometimes.

- Not sometimes, always,

but from now on you
can
get as angry as you
like.

It'll just be you and the dust,

because we're
going
and you're
staying.

- Dorothy, I love you.

I can't live without you.

- Even better.

(dramatic music)

(whimsical music)

- I think you'll love Bendigo,

it's not like a big city at all.

It'll be so new and exciting,

and Joanna will
look
after you really
well.

- I certainly will,

and thank you
Matt,
thank you
Kathleen

for helping me find my family.

- It certainly has
grown a bit
(chuckles).

- Yes it has, Dorothy and
Jenny are gonna stay
awhile,

and help sort out some loose
ends,

and I'm gonna sort out mine.

Thank you.

Thank you Matt.

- Goodbye Joanna, take care.

- You two are very
lucky
to have each other.

- Yeah, we are.

- Bye.

- Bye.

(train whistle tooting)

- Look after yourselves.

- Bye, bye.

- Now, would all
hold
still please, and.

(camera flash thuds)

Thank you.

- Come and look at the cake.

- Yeah, let's
have
a look at the
cake.

Oh, Emily and Danni, well done.

- And Michael.

- Oh, and Michael.

- The icing's my bit.

- Don't touch, wait til later.

- All right
everyone,
cake and then
presents.

- Hmm presents.

- [Matt] Presents, let's go.

- Oh Michael,
it's
beautiful, oh
well.

- Well happy birthday Mom.

Do you really like it?

- I love it.

I just love it, it
must've
cost you a fortune.

- Well I thought you'd like it.

- I do, it's really beautiful.

Thank you
darling,
and thank you
all.

I'm having a
wonderful
birthday, thank
you.

- Oh it's a lovely shawl.

- Yes, it is.

(clears throat) There
is
something else, follow
me.

Excuse me.

- What is it Matt?

- My gift.

Happy birthday.

- Oh Matt.

- It's my Mother's.

Left hand, third finger.

I love you Kathleen.

(dramatic music)

(whimsical music)