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(lively orchestral music)

(pleasant guitar music)

- Oh, Naomi.

What have we got here?

(ducklings peeping)

- Ducklings.

- Yes, and they're beautiful.

- She wanted to give something to the church, so...

- Thank you.

Thank you very much.

Josh, look at these.

Wanna put these with the other pets?

Is something wrong?

- You can sell this.

- (sighs) I don't think so.

That's yours.

You should keep that.

- Everyone's giving something.

- Well, Emily baked some cakes.

Who helped her?

- I did.

- Right, so I think you're already giving something, Henry.

Come on.

- Here we go, Kathleen.

- Oh, thanks, Montana.

Where did you get this?

- My Aunt Beatrice, God rest her matchmaking soul.

Tried every which way to get me married off.

- It's beautiful.

- [Montana] It suits you.

- You think so.

- You start wearing dresses like that,

and that husband of yours better watch out.

- Hmm, what a good idea.

- Oh, Colin said something to donate, Mr. Elliott.

- Oh, yes.

These, and there's some old books on my desk.

(books thudding)

- All right, ladies and gentlemen,

we're auctioning this very hard-working mare here

and her foal by a very good stallion.

Can we start the bidding, what, 10 shillings.

We're at 10 shillings, 10 shillings.

Come on, it's for a good cause.

Do we have 10 shillings?

Anyone, 10 shillings?

Ten shillings over there.

Roll 'em, roll 'em.

Buy a ticket and try your luck on the chocolate wheel

for the mystery prize in this envelope.

I wonder what it could be.

- Who was it that said that there's no furniture

so charming as books.

- I have no idea, Mr. Gleeson.

- A Popular Manual of Australian Banking?

Accounting Fundamentals?

- Oh, some of them are from Mr. Elliott.

- (chuckles) I would never have guessed.

- For 10 pounds?

Two pounds.

Come on, now, ladies and gentleman.

Two pounds, do we have two pound-five.

Two pound-five shillings, going once.

Come on, twice.

Twice three times.

Sold to the gentleman in the black hat.

Thank you, Sir.

(crowd clapping)

(pegs tapping)

- Number 19!

- Oh!

I've got it!

I've got it!

(crowd laughing)

- [Man] What is this mystery prize?

We're all dying to know.

- Come on, tell us.

- Yeah, come on, tell us.

- Ooh, the mystery prize is a romantic night for two

in the Honeymoon Suite

at the Paterson's Ridge Railway Hotel.

(crowd cheering and clapping)

(pleasant music)

(dramatic orchestral music)

(Snowy River theme music)

(pleasant music)

- Banjo!

He's mine!

He's mine!

- Let go!

- Give him to me!

- He's mine!

- [Josh] He is not!

- [Boy] He is so!

- Josh?

Hey, Josh! - He's my dog!

- [Colin] All right, take it easy.

Hey, hey, what is this?

- [Josh] Tell him it's my dog!

- Sorry, Reverend.

Look, we just bought this dog down at the livery.

- I'm sorry, Bill, I...

I'm sorry.

I'll sort this out.

- Okay.

- Hey, Josh, what's wrong?

- Why didn't you tell him?

- What?

(melancholy music)

(papers shuffling)

(melancholy music)

- The...

The books I donated.

- Yes, we have sold many books today.

- What's wrong, Mr. Elliott?

- I'm not sure.

Danni, the books you got from my office...

- They were exactly where you said they were.

- Right.

- Why?

- Well, I might have misplaced something.

- A book?

- Something personal.

- Oh.

- No!

A book, yes.

Shakespeare's Sonnets, I think.

Miss Kirov, perhaps you could remember

who bought books from you.

- Oh, so many.

Let me see.

No, I'm sorry.

- Josh?

Josh, listen to me.

- Why didn't you stop them?

- They bought the dog today.

- It's Banjo.

- No, it's not.

I checked.

It was one of the litter that the storekeeper raised.

Now, Banjo, he ran off a long time

before he came to Paterson's Ridge, didn't he?

- Why can't it be him?

- 'Cause it's not.

- Here, would you like to buy yourself a toffee apple?

- I've already had one.

- Well, you can have another one.

- Thanks.

- (sighs) What if he starts dwelling on the past?

- He'll be all right.

- We should do something to take his mind off it.

- Like what?

- Get him a pet.

- Oh, we'll think about it.

- You must have had a dog when you were his age.

- All working dogs mostly.

They're amazing animals.

- I had a dog called Sandy.

We practically grew up together.

I think it's important, Colin.

- Yeah, all right.

(melancholy music)

(puppy barks and whines)

- Did you buy these?

- No, James must have.

He says he can't understand why people give away books.

- So he can buy them at the next charity sale, probably.

Shakespeare's Sonnets.

- Oh, love poems to a mysterious woman.

- My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun.

Coral is far more red than her lips' red.

Yeah, very mysterious.

What do you make of that?

- It seems someone else has been trying their hand at it.

- Huh?

- Look.

- From a distance did my love come.

From afar must I wait impatient

on the secret garden of my yearning

for the lady of the mountains.

Who would written that?

- To who, more importantly.

- What do you mean?

- It's to a mysterious lady.

- Well, why would somebody have written that?

- It's called romance, darling.

- Yeah, a strange way to go about it.

- How would you go about it?

- If I was to show someone that I loved them?

- Mm-hmm.

- Well, I wouldn't beat around the bush,

put it that way.

- Oh, no, that wouldn't be like you at all, would it?

- Do I detect a note of sarcasm there?

- No, not at all.

- That's how I'd go about it.

- Mmm, well, there'll be a lot more of that tomorrow.

- Why, what's happening tomorrow?

- Our romantic night for two, remember?

- Oh, yeah.

- Mmm, at the Railway Hotel.

- It's a bit embarrassing, though, isn't it?

- No, I won't be embarrassed.

- Yeah, what are people gonna think?

- Well, seeing as how we never had a honeymoon, darling.

- It's our honeymoon, then, is it?

- Well, I don't care what they think.

(gentle music)

- Yeah, why not?

Honeymoon at Paterson's Ridge.

We'll just keep it a bit low-key, though.

- Mmm, if you insist.

(hard knocking)

- Hello?

- I'm sorry to disturb you, Reverend.

- What is it?

- (sighs) Well, it's the dog.

It's gone missing.

- It isn't here.

I assure you, Josh wouldn't do anything like...

- Emily, just a minute.

- I know.

Please, forgive me, but it's really...

(dog barking)

(quietly shushing)

- Bill, what can I say?

I, I'm, I'm...

- That's,

that's all right, Reverend - Josh!

- I fully understand.

Let's go.

(melancholy music)

- Josh?

You can't just take something that's not yours, Josh.

You know that, don't you?

We love you so much.

- I'm sorry.

- Promise me you won't do it again?

- I promise.

- (sighs) You know what I think?

- What?

- We should get a dog.

- What kind?

- Well, when I was your age,

we used to have cattle dogs, Blue Heelers.

There was one called Dusty.

He was the best cattle dog ever seen.

- Would you like a dog, Josh?

- I used to send Dusty out before breakfast,

and he'd be back before lunch with our 200 head of cattle,

all on his own.

He was a pretty amazing dog.

(laughs)

See, a well-trained cattle dog loves nothing more

than to work.

When you get older, he'll go mustering with you.

He'll go everywhere with you.

- Here he is, same breed as them two.

He needs to put on a bit of muscle,

but when he does, you won't be disappointed.

- What do you think, Josh?

- Give him a pat, sonny.

Go on.

- Yeah, he'll be just fine.

(spirited music)

- Hi, Josh.

Did you get a dog?

What is it?

- It's not Banjo, is it?

(sighs)

- [Woman] Here they come now.

There they are.

(laughing)

Oh, they must be so excited.

- [Man] Yeah.

(crowd cheering)

- [Matt] Thank you very much.

Was this your idea?

- No, honestly!

- Good morning, Kathleen.

Was this your doing, James?

- Me?

Now, I've locked the office.

All's done, so have a good weekend.

- Thank you, James.

- [Matt] Thank you, James.

(crowd talking and laughing)

- Oh, I'm sorry about the masses coming.

- Don't be silly, Mrs. McGregor.

- Oh, it's beautiful.

Aren't the flowers lovely?

- Thank your husband for that.

- I had to feel responsible for something, darling.

- Thank you.

- I'll leave you two newlyweds alone.

- Oh, newlyweds?

- I can't help it.

I'm such a romantic. (giggles)

- Makes three of us.

You really are.

- Romantic, you think so?

- Deep, deep, deep down.

(knocking at door)

(sighs)

- Reverend.

- Oh, I'm frightfully sorry.

Pardon me, Matt, but I'm trying to track down a book.

- What kind of book, Herbert?

- Well, I've got a list here of people who've bought books,

and James is on the list, but he's not in his office, and...

- What's the title of the book?

- Oh, it's an old thing, really.

Nothing but sentimental value.

- Shakespeare's Sonnets?

- Yes, that's it.

- You better come with me, Herbert.

- Yeah, but can't this wait, darling.

- Well, I'm afraid not, Matt, but here.

I won't be long.

- You don't know how relieved I am.

- Wait till he reads the paper.

So, there you are, Herbert.

- Oh, yes, this is it.

Thank you.

- Is this what you're after?

They're very good, Herbert.

- You've read them?

- They fell out.

- Oh.

You liked them?

- Yes.

The woman in the poem, Herbert,

who is she?

- Who is she.

- Anyone I know?

- No.

No.

No, no, no, no. (chuckles)

- Everyone's going to be asking, you know?

- Between the two of us, Kathleen,

it's just something I do to fill in time.

What do you mean, everyone will be asking?

- Who is the lady of the mountains, Herbert?

You've dragged me away from the honeymoon I've never had.

The least you can do is tell me that.

Go on.

And I'd like to publish some more

if that's all right with you.

- Publish?

- Oh, yes.

Yes.

- The Bard of the Bush.

From a distance did my love come.

- You know, Herbert, you can remain completely anonymous,

if that's what you'd like.

- You published it.

- Well, it's very good.

You're quite a talent.

- I'm really quite flattered.

I'll think about your offer.

- [Kathleen] Please do. (chuckles)

- Here you are.

- Thank you.

Your hospitality is second only to your beauty.

- Oh, Mr. Plunkett.

- This poem here.

Something tells me, Miss Kirov,

that it could only have been written about you.

- Me?

- From a distance did my love come,

the lady of the mountains.

You see?

- It is not.

- Without a doubt.

- The Bard of the Bush.

- Of all the unaccounted-for women in Paterson's Ridge,

I can't think of a single one that has traveled so far

to get here as you, my dear lady.

What's the name of the little village you come from?

- Bietskov.

- Bietskov.

- (laughs) Yes.

- And where is it?

- In the mountains outside Moscow.

- The mountains.

The lady of the mountains, you see?

I rest my case.

(pleasant music)

- (sighs) Oh, it's warm in here.

- Yeah, I turned the heater on.

- So, Herbert's our mystery poet, is he?

- Mm-hmm.

- And who's our mystery lady?

- He wouldn't tell me.

- I was hoping you'd hurry back.

- Me too.

(light knocking)

- (sighs) Just a minute.

- Your food.

- I was hungry.

(puppy growling)

- Colin, come have a look at this!

(puppy growling)

- Hey, that's my slipper!

- Have you thought of a name for him yet?

- Patch.

He's got one around the eye, sort of.

(Emily laughs)

- That's a great name.

- You really think so?

- Sure do.

- Thank you, Montana.

- I'll load up.

- Have you seen the poem?

- Poem?

- In the paper.

Oh, it is beautiful.

- Oh, if you like that sort of thing.

- It is about someone, do you think?

- Well, I guess so.

- Who?

Let's see.

The Lady of...

Kathleen?

- Mrs. McGregor?

- Oh, why not?

- Oh.

- What's wrong?

- Oh, Mr. Plunkett,

it makes me embarrassed,

he says it could be about me.

- Well, on second thoughts, he could be right.

- Do you think so?

- Most definitely.

(laughs)

- Oh!

Pardon me, Herbert.

- Hey, Montana.

(lighthearted music)

(rapid knocking)

- Is that the heater?

- Mmm, a bit noisy, isn't it?

- (sighs) It's too hot in here.

- I'll turn it off.

- I'll open the doors.

(heater knocking)

- Oh, hi, Kathleen.

- Hello, Danni.

- Can I come up for a minute?

- Of course.

- Won't take long.

- All right.

- You sure you don't mind?

- No, no, of course not.

You have as much as you want.

- You didn't just come here to eat, Danni?

- No.

I was just wondering how Rob's going to react.

- Rob?

- Well, the poem in the paper.

It's obvious, isn't it?

It's about Montana.

Wait till he hears about this.

- You think he'll mind?

- Well, someone else obviously thinks she's pretty special.

- So you think it's about Montana.

- Well, the lady of the mountains.

Mountains.

That's what Montana means,

and she came all the way from America,

from a distance.

Isn't it obvious?

I think it is.

Well, you should know.

You published it.

- No.

- Well, then, who's the Bard in the Bush?

- Actually, Danni, the poem fell out of a book

that was bought at the charity sale.

- (laughs) And you expect me to believe that.

- It's the truth.

James bought it, and someone obviously put it there

and forgot about it.

- Mr. Elliott.

He said he'd lost a book or something.

He was frantic.

It is him, isn't it?

- Promise not to say a word.

Danni?

- All right.

So, are you two having a good time or what?

Well, did you read it?

- I did.

- And who do you think it's about?

- Miss Kirov asked me the same thing.

- What'd you say?

- Kathleen.

- (laughs) Is that what you think?

- No, it doesn't make any sense to me.

- (laughs) You've got to be joking.

- Why would I be joking, Danni.

- Montana.

- If it's any consolation, Miss Kirov seems to think

it's about her.

- Well, she's wrong.

Montana, read it.

- I already have.

- Read it.

It's about you.

- And who'd be writing love poems about me.

Herbert?

Herbert?

I'd like to get a little something cleared up.

(pleasant music)

I was hoping you could tell me

who the lady of the mountains is.

- Me? (laughs)

- I don't see anyone else here, do you?

- I'm not sure what this is all about.

- Look, it's about a poem.

- Why would I write a poem about you?

- So you did write it.

- I did?

Montana, I wouldn't be as foolish as to write about somebody

who's already spoken for.

- Run that by me again, Herbert?

- Well, everyone knows you and Rob McGregor are...

- Well, they're wrong.

- They are?

- I happen to be my own woman, Herbert.

- Most certainly.

- Did he put you up to this?

- Who?

- Rob.

Either he did or you've got some explaining to do.

What if I said he did ask me to coin a few words

as a kind of ode to you?

- Hmm, well, I wouldn't give him the satisfaction

of telling him it even caught my eye.

- You wouldn't?

- No.

- Well, I won't say anything if you won't.

(puppy groaning)

- Patch, there you go.

Patch!

Patch! (puppy barking)

Patch, come back!

- Bold in patience,

now rewarded e'er more.

- What are you doing, Mr. Elliott?

- Oh, book work.

- Doesn't sound like book work.

- I was just talking aloud.

What are you doing here?

- Looking for Patch.

- Oh.

Well, (clears throat) good luck.

Be careful.

- Bye.

Patch!

(heater knocking)

- Doesn't shut off.

- It's stifling in here.

It doesn't sound too healthy.

- I'll get them to have a look at it.

- Why don't we go for a walk.

- Good idea.

- Kathleen, I wonder if you have a moment.

- All right, Herbert.

- Privately?

- Don't let me stop you, Herbert.

- Sorry.

- Oh, it's turning into one of those days.

- Kathleen, you think I have somewhat

of an ability with words?

- Yes, I do, Herbert.

- Perhaps it was foolish of me to think she wouldn't notice.

- Who wouldn't notice?

- Montana.

- Oh, is she the lady in the Poem, Herbert?

- It's more obvious than I thought.

Then again, I didn't think you'd publish it.

- I'm sorry if I...

- No, no, don't apologize.

It was fateful, really.

- In what way?

- Somehow, I'm not sure how,

Montana found out I wrote it.

After talking to her, it became quite apparent

that most people, myself included,

have jumped to the wrong conclusion

about her relationship with Rob.

- They have?

- [Herbert] Yes.

- And Montana said this?

- So that's rather encouraging, isn't it?

- Sorry.

Have you seen Josh?

- No.

- Oh, I have.

- Whereabouts?

- By the creek, behind the church.

He was looking for a dog.

- Thanks, Herbert.

- You want me to come?

- Oh, no, I'll be fine.

Thanks, Kathleen.

- [Kathleen] What were you doing by the creek, Herbert?

- I'd be delighted if you'd publish it.

- Patch!

Patch!

Patch!

Patch!

(puppy barking)

Patch!

(dramatic orchestral music)

Okay, you stay there.

Stay there, boy.

(puppy yelping)

- Patch!

- Josh!

Josh!

(puppy barking) - Patch!

Come here, boy.

- Josh!

Take my hand.

Oh! Oh!

Sorry!

It's all right, it's all right.

- What about Patch?

- Don't worry.

I'll get him.

Josh, don't,

don't you ever run away like that again!

Do you hear me?

- It wasn't me.

It was Patch.

I was just trying to get him.

- That's no excuse.

Anything could have happened.

You could have drowned!

You're a very naughty boy!

Josh?

Patch.

- Mrs. Scully, have you seen Matt?

- I saw him talking to George Custer a while ago.

Having a nice time?

- We're working on it.

Thanks.

(laughs)

Matt?

What are you doing?

- (laughs) What does it look like?

- Me back's been playing up.

- Oh, I'm sorry to hear that, George.

- You head back to the hotel.

I won't be long.

All right.

- Hey, Josh.

Josh, what happened?

Emily, what... - Don't even ask!

- Everything all right?

I don't suppose you're gonna tell me, either.

Do you wanna tell me about it?

- I'm hopeless. (sobbing)

He hates me now.

- Josh?

- I yelled at him.

I couldn't help it, Colin.

- What did he do?

- He went out looking for Patch and ended up at the river.

- He fell in?

- No, I fell in.

- I can see that.

- It's not funny.

He could have drowned.

- [Colin] Oh, I'm sorry, I'm sorry.

- (sighs heavily) Sorry, darling.

Took a bit longer than I thought.

- Knight to Rook three.

- Is that a good move?

- I haven't lost a game yet.

- Look at you.

- I'll scrub up in no time.

- This was meant to be a special weekend.

- Ah, you've had a few interruptions yourself, you know?

- Oh, maybe we should just forget the whole thing

and go back to Langara.

- Come on.

We don't wanna do that, now, do we?

- Watch where you put your hands.

- All right.

Now, we've got the whole night ahead of us, haven't we?

- Well, I was going to order in some dinner.

- Let's skip dinner.

- Why don't you go and wash up?

- What are you gonna do?

- Have an early night.

(pleasant music)

(puppy whining)

- Oh, can't he come in?

- He's a working dog.

We can't spoil him.

- I'm sorry I got angry today.

- I'm sorry you got wet.

- I love you.

- I love you, too.

(puppy barking)

- He'll settle.

Good night.

- Good night, Josh.

(baby crying)

- Oh, he can't keep it up, surely.

- That's what we said an hour ago. (sighs)

- I wonder what's wrong.

- Well, it's driving me crazy.

That's what's wrong.

Where are you going?

- I'm gonna see if I can help.

(baby crying)

(puppy barking)

- I can't stand it.

- Ignore it.

- I can't.

- If we give in now, it'll be worse later on.

- It's probably keeping Josh awake.

- It's a question of mind over matter.

- What?

- Try and pretend you can't hear it.

- It's not that simple.

- Try it.

(sighs heavily)

See?

- Thank goodness.

- Kathleen, you are a marvel.

- Isn't he beautiful?

- Oh, no!

- The poor mother.

- The poor mother?

- She's been on the road for days, Matt.

She's exhausted.

- What're we gonna do with it?

- She needs a break,

and I said I'd mind him for a little while, that's all.

- Terrific.

- I knew you'd understand.

Oh, don't you sometimes wish we could have a baby?

- I don't think we'll ever get around to it.

- He's settled.

Matt, put those two chairs by the side of the sofa.

- What for?

- A cot.

Unless you want me to put him between us for the night.

- No, a cot sounds good.

- I'd love another baby.

- All right.

All set.

- What's his name?

- Matthew.

- Matthew.

Matt.

- Mm-hmm.

(baby grunting)

(baby crying)

- I can't help it.

I can't.

(quietly shushing)

(pleasant music)

Go to sleep.

Come on, come on.

There we are.

What a good boy.

There you are.

All you need is a bit of patience.

Oh, no.

(baby crying)

(pleasant music)

- Colin?

- Yeah?

- Come have a look at this.

I don't think he'll be a working dog, Colin.

- Neither do I.

- Good morning.

- Was I dreaming, or was there a baby in here last night.

- No, you weren't dreaming.

Oh.

- When did it stop?

- Oh, about five o'clock this morning.

How could you sleep through that?

- You know me.

(pleasant music)

- Mmm.

(pleasant music)

- Morning, Montana.

How are we today?

- We're doin' just fine.

Thanks, Herbert.

- Good.

- Mr. Elliott and Montana.

It's hard to believe.

- I'd like to know how she found out it was Herbert.

- I told her.

- You promised.

- I promised I wouldn't tell Mr. Elliott.

- Danni.

- Well, if you had a secret admirer,

wouldn't you wanna know?

- Hmm, I wonder how serious it is?

Gonna be really serious when Rob gets back.

- According to Herbert, Montana is definitely unattached.

- Really?

- Wishful thinking, perhaps.

- Well, I'd like to know what's really going on

between her and Rob.

- Mmm, and Herbert wants me to publish another poem.

- (laughs) Are you going to?

- I think I better chat to Montana first.

- Why?

- It might embarrass her.

- I'd be flattered.

- Well, Montana doesn't flatter that easily.

- Darling, should we head back to the hotel,

maybe settle down to a nice lunch?

- Mmm.

- Sounds good.

- You're not included.

- Actually, Matt, I have a better idea.

- What?

- It's a surprise.

- I take the hint.

- Good.

(knocking on window)

- I'm sorry, Hannah, but I need some supplies.

- Oh, that's quite all right, Kathleen.

Please, help yourself.

- Good, thank you.

It's a last-minute thing.

- I was wanting to ask you, the poem in the newspaper?

- Hmm, what about it?

- It is about someone in Paterson's Ridge, no?

- I believe so.

- Me, I think.

- Oh, really.

- Mr. Plunkett, he seems quite certain,

though Montana said it could even be about you.

- Me?

Oh, (laughs) no, I doubt it.

I was wondering, who is the Bard of the Bush?

Can you tell me?

- The poem came without a name on it.

- Oh.

- Ah, what's the surprise?

- I have to do something first.

- What?

- I won't be long.

Montana!

Montana!

Do you have a moment?

- Hi there, Kathleen.

Sure.

- The Bard of the Bush.

- Herbert.

Fool thing to do if you ask me.

Why would anyone want to do something like that?

- He has a special affection for you, it seems.

- Well, he's never come out and said as much.

- Herbert?

- Rob.

- But Herbert wrote the poems.

- Rob put him up to it.

- Has Matt ever done anything like this?

I thought it might run in the family.

- Montana, did you say something to Herbert

about people jumping to the wrong conclusions

about you and Rob?

- Getting another man to write love poetry...

- You know, I think he's attracted to you.

- Well, that's no excuse.

- Herbert!

- Herbert?

- Think about it, Montana.

Can you even imagine Rob getting an idea like that?

- Matt's never done anything like it?

- Afraid not.

- Well, thank you, Kathleen.

The sooner I sort this out, the better.

- If you're gonna break his heart, do it gently.

- I'll be as tactful as I can.

- Forever more will my lady dear, dear lady...

- Herbert?

- Montana, dear.

- A birdie told me I might find you hear.

What's this?

They're mighty fine words, Herbert.

- Thank you.

- Rob never did have a hand in this, did he?

- No.

I never expected the poem to be published.

If you could ever forgive me.

- Maybe.

- I'm afraid when it comes to matters of the heart,

I've not had a great deal of success.

- Well, it's no wonder, the way you go about it.

- It's not?

- Well, how's a woman supposed to know if you like her

if you don't come out and say it?

- (laughs) I wish it were as easy as that.

- Well, it's gotta be easier than writing poetry,

nice as it is and all.

- Look, the only way is to get straight to the point

before it's too late, or you could miss the boat.

- I...

I like you very much, Montana.

- Whoa, whoa, just...

- Oh, I'm sorry.

- Don't apologize.

- Really, please.

- Herbert, I'm sorry.

- You do love him.

- Oh, you're being very nosy, Herbert.

- Well, if I may give you some advice.

- You?

- I think someone better come out and say something.

- You do, do you?

- Yes.

Otherwise, you could both end up missing the boat.

- Thank you, Herbert.

For a bank manager, you sure write nice poetry.

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- This is, without a doubt,

the best idea you've had all weekend.

- I agree.

- [Herbert] Good afternoon.

- Herbert!

- What're you doing here?

- Well, I was just on my way into town, actually,

and I was hoping to see you.

- What a coincidence.

- Unbelievable.

- The poem I gave you,

I wonder if it's too late to withdraw it?

- Not at all.

Had a change of heart.

- Yes, you could say that.

I've got another one.

- Is it about anyone we know?

- It's about a cattle stampede.

- Oh.

I...

I don't think it's too bad, is it?

- No, it's very good, Herbert.

- For what we are about to receive,

may the Lord make us truly grateful.

Amen.

- Amen. - Amen.

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(laughs)

- Good morning.

- Morning.

- May I?

- Oh, of course.

- Thank you.

- Looking for something?

- Is there another poem?

- Yes, it's on the back.

- Oh, yes, The Bard of the Bush.

- [Kathleen] What is it?

- I do not understand it.

- See them bolt with a thunderous revolt.

What is it about?

- There's only one person who can tell you for sure.

- Who?

Mr. Elliott?

The Bard of the Bush?

He wrote the other poem as well?

- Why don't you ask him?

- Oh, but what would I say?

- Be honest.

Tell him how much you like his poetry.

Go on before it's too late.

- Excuse me, Herbert.

- Yes.

- I just wanted to tell you

that I...

I enjoyed your poetry very much.

- Well, thank you, Miss Kirov.

- Ready?

- Oh, yes.

Oh, thanks.

- (laughs) Where are you going?

- (laughs) Sorry, can't say.

- As long as we're alone, it doesn't matter.

- Ya!

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