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(horse neighing)

(whooping)

(whooping)

(horse neighing)

- Whoa.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

Easy now, girl, easy.

Easy, easy, easy.

- Mr. McGregor.

Come on, yeah!

(whooping)

(grand symphonic music)

- Ha, watch this.

- Who's winning?

- What do you think you're doing, Josh?

- What dos it look like?

My turn after Billy.

- You're not playing.

- Why?

- 'Cause you're a McGregor

- No McGregor's are running in the big race this year.

- They all squibbed out.

- Did not.

- Then why is Rob, Colin and Danni not riding?

- They all squibbed out, just like him.

- Take that back.

- Make us.

- Yeah, come on squib, make us.

- [Josh] Take that back!

- [Billy] Ah, get off me.

(eggs crush)

- Uh, it is rather colorful.

- Oh, color is exactly what is needed for such an event.

It brings out the festive spirit.

- I don't know about being festive.

It is a very dangerous race.

- Men have been killed trying to win it.

- Nothing heroic can be achieved

without an element of danger.

In the Ukraine, my uncle and I

had to go catch a bear and train it for the circus.

- Josh!

What happened?

- Nothing.

Here's your eggs, Hannah.

- Nothing?

Look at your face, your clothes!

- Who did this to you, Josh?

- No one.

I fell over.

- Don't fib to me, who did it?

- No one.

- [Danni] Josh!

- Danni, it's all right.

If Josh said he fell over, he fell over.

- Yes, of course, Danni.

Little boys always tell the truth.

- Whoa.

- Didn't mean to startle you back there, Mr. McGregor.

Just giving the horses a bit of exercise.

- Yeah, well, look like they needed it.

- That bay of mine will take some running down in the race.

Les reckons his chestnut will do it.

But he's in for a surprise.

- Hey.

- It's a pity you don't have fast horses, Mr. McGregor.

You might have been the only one

to give me a run for my money.

- You're a scot Andrews and a two-bob.

- There's no way I'm hitting you in that race.

With your chestnut old filly.

- This might sting a bit.

- Ah.

- Morning, all.

- Hi, Dad.

- Josh, what happened to you?

- Got into a scrap with some of the kids.

- Oh, that's not like you.

What was fight about?

- Nothing.

- Come on, fights are usually about something, aren't they?

- Josh?

- Go on.

Out with it.

- I'm not a squib.

- What?

- Dennis Andrews and Billy Cooper called me a squib.

- [Emily] Why?

- They called us all squibs

because there's no McGregors in the big race this year.

- [Emily] Oh, that's ridiculous.

- Of course it is.

The McGregor's have won this race

more than any other family in the district.

- They don't know what they're talking about.

Do they, Matt?

- No.

- They might like to think they're

all the brothers of the flashest riders in town,

but that's their problem isn't it, Dad?

- Yep, it sure is.

- Now, don't forget, it took two of them to beat you.

So you remember who the real squibs are.

So how's the new yard going?

- Still waiting for some more wire to arrive.

I'll have to come in again tomorrow.

- Don't worry about Josh.

You know how kids are.

- Oh yeah, sure.

- Look I might be heading off.

Emily.

- Matt.

- You stay out of trouble, you hear?

You leave those bigger blokes alone.

- Two to one the field!

Two to one the field!

Pound, Andrews, two to one.

30 shillings on Andrews at two to one.

Come on gents, get your bets in.

(crowd murmuring)

Andrews at two to one.

Here comes a big one, five pounds, Andrews at two to one!

Come on gents.

They're like flies.

They're coming in.

These odds can't stand, two to one Andrews,

two to one Andrews.

Six to four the field, gents.

Six to four the field.

Oh, come on, don't be shy you are amongst friends, come on.

Six to four the field.

Six to four.

Here we go a pound.

- Bernie.

- Ah, come to have a bet, Matt.

- No, I've come to pay my entry fee for the race.

It's still a sovereign?

- Entry fee?

You?

Forget it.

- Oh, I'll put your name down.

But the committee wouldn't let me take any money from you.

It's an honor just to have you competing.

- Ah, thanks, Bernie.

- Did I hear right, Mr. McGregor?

You're actually entering the race?

- Well, there's nothing wrong with your hearing, is there?

- You're getting a bit long in the tooth

for it, aren't ya?

- Age has got nothing to do with it.

- No?

Why don't we see what the bookie has to say about that.

- [Evans] One pound Andrews at six to four.

- Mr. Evans.

- [Evans] Yep.

- What odds will you lay on Matt McGregor

winning this year's race?

- McGregor?

He's not entered.

- He has now.

(room goes silent)

- 70 to one Matt McGregor.

(crowd murmurs)

Any takers?

80 to one Matt McGregor.

(scoffs)

Any takers?

A hundred to one Matt McGregor.

Oh, come on, gentlemen,

a hundred to one Matt McGregor.

- I'd say you've just wasted your time.

- We'll see about that.

(trains whistle blows)

(brakes squeal)

- Good afternoon, Miss Hale.

Lovely day.

Now that's what I call a good looking woman.

- Yeah, you got a problem with her nose though.

- Why's that?

- Keeps looking down at everyone.

Especially us.

- Nah, that can't be right Les.

She'd just playing hard to get.

- Any harder to get and I'd be in the next country.

(laughs)

- That's good.

- You boys dried behind your ears lately?

- Huh?

- Because they look dripping wet from where I'm standing.

(crowd laughing)

- Oh. - Oh, sorry.

Sorry.

- Oh, my fault.

- No, no, no, not a bit.

I wasn't watching where I was going.

- Neither was I, so I reckon that makes us square.

- Come on.

- Hey.

Shipmate.

Looks like you've lost your rudder.

- Yeah, the ocean's that way, mate.

(laughing)

- Yes, that's right, it's a horse.

A sea horse.

(laughing)

- Thank you.

Good afternoon, sir.

What can I do for you?

- Hats.

- Ah, very good.

These are the latest most popular models.

Made from only the very finest materials.

Ah.

This one is you.

Believe me.

- It's too big.

- Oh, I see.

- How 'bout this one?

- Perfect.

A head stock man's hat.

For only 15 shillings, it is the best hat in the country.

- I'll take it.

- Very good.

You've made an excellent choice.

Um, you are here for the race?

- No, ma'am. I need to look up some friends.

- Oh.

- Hello again.

- This is a man of many hats Montana.

- So I see.

- Montana?

- Montana Hale.

- Duncan Jones.

- From?

- Used to be from around here.

- Well, from the look of those clothes I thought...

- I left the Ridge a few years back.

Joined the Merchant Marines.

My ship's in dry dock.

- Oh, I have always loved the sea.

- The McGregors.

Do they still own Langara.

- You know them?

- Well, Rob and I used to be best mates at school.

- Oh, Rob's away on a cattle drive.

But Matt and Danni are out there.

Colin McGregor's our local minister.

- Colin's a minister?

- You sound surprised.

- Well, it's just he used to be pretty wild.

(laughing)

- He's a married man now with responsibilities.

Soon to become a father.

- Well how 'bout that.

- You are not married yourself?

- No.

- With a hat like that, Mr. Jones,

it is only a matter of time.

Believe me.

- Well, I best be on my way

if I'm going to get there before dark.

Good day, ladies.

- "Are you married?"

- I did not say it like that.

- [Mrs. Tan] Oh, the kettle.

- [Danni] I've got it.

- I'll make Mr. Matt's tea.

- It's all right, Mrs. Tan, I can do it.

- You don't make it strong enough.

- I know how my own father likes his tea.

- [Mrs. Tan] You only think you do.

- Dad, tea's ready.

- Not for me, thanks, I'm just leaving.

- Leaving to go where?

- Top paddock.

- Have your tea, first.

- If your father says no tea, then he wants no tea.

- Thank you Mrs. Tan.

- Dad, you've been going since five this morning.

You didn't even stop for lunch.

- Yeah, well, maybe I might be able

to shed some of that weight I've put on

eating all those cream desserts of yours.

- You're not putting on weight.

- Yeah, well you tell that to my moleskins.

Bye.

- Too much whipped cream is very bd.

- Mrs. Tan, I'd very much appreciate it

if you'd kindly stop telling me

what to do in my own home.

- I'm sorry, Mrs. Kathleen ever left to go back to Ireland.

- Whoa.

(dramatic music)

(straining)

- Whoa.

- [Mrs. Tan] No!

No steak and kidney.

Pot roast.

- No, not post roast.

We had pot roast on Sunday.

Steak and kidney pie, it's Dad's favorite.

- Pot roast, or I quit.

- Steak and kidney pie, you're sacked!

- [Mrs. Tan] No steak and kidney pie.

- [Danni] Mrs. Tan, we'll have pot roast tomorrow night

and that's the end of it.

- Hello?

- [Mrs. Tan] That's the end all right.

I quit!

- You can't quit just like that, you have to give notice.

- Oh, no?

You watch!

- Mrs. Tan!

- Excuse me, I'm looking for Matt McGregor.

- Oh, my father's not here.

If you're after...

- Danni!

Danni McGregor.

- Uh, do I know you?

It's Duncan.

- Mrs. Tan!

- Jones.

(straining)

- Ah!

Whew.

- Come on, Danni.

Our parents had that place up at Stockyard Creek.

And you were just a scrawny little girl

with pigtails and a bad temper.

(laughs)

- You went to sea.

- Yes.

Anyway, my ships in dry dock.

I though while I was waiting...

Danni, if I've come at bad time...

- No, no, not at all.

It's just a silly little argument over nothing.

- Can I help?

(scoffs)

- Ah!

(horse whinnies)

(panting)

Ah.

- She said "pot roast or I quit."

And I said "steak and kidney pie, you're sacked."

And she quit.

I thought she was bluffing.

- Ah, you should never try and bluff a Chinese.

Here we go, I think we're done.

- So, do you like the sea?

- Yeah, yeah, used to.

The sea can be a harsh mistress, Danni.

Especially if you fall out with her.

Arg!

(laughs)

- Did you fall out with her?

- Well, sooner or later everybody does.

Some more than others.

- What a day.

- Dad, what happened?

- Well, I had a bit of a fall, but I'm fine.

Nothing broken.

- Hello, sir.

Remember me?

- Duncan Jones.

Ha ha.

Home is the sailor home from the sea.

- Just on leave, more like it.

- His ships in dry dock.

- A reef that will take most of the winter,

so I thought I'd see how you were all doing.

Was hoping to catch up with Rob, but...

- Well, he's driving some cattle down from Queensland,

he won't be back for a couple of weeks.

- Where are you staying?

- I thought I'd find somewhere in town.

- Oh, no you're not.

You're staying here at Langara.

- Mr. Macg..

All right, but only if you let me

work off my room and board.

- Done.

- I'll get Mrs. Tan to fix up one of the spare rooms.

- Mrs. Tan.

- Um, Mrs. Tan's not here, Dad.

- Hm? Where is she?

- Uh, she resigned.

- Why?

- Well, I'm not sure, exactly.

- Danni?

- Well, we had a bit of a disagreement

about the way the kitchen was being run.

- Danni, she's one of the best housekeepers

we've ever had here.

- But Dad, she refused point-blank to do what I asked.

I didn't want her to quit.

I tried to stop her.

Didn't I, Duncan?

- Oh.

Well, I actually didn't hear all of it, but yeah,

Danni did seem to do all that she could.

The woman had obviously made up her mind.

- Sorry.

Well, we made you steak and kidney pie.

(sighs)

- Ah well, not to worry.

What's done is done.

I'm heading into town tomorrow,

so I'll put an advertisement in the paper.

Well, I better clean up for dinner.

Then I wanna hear all about your experiences at sea.

- Me too.

- Then I got on there at Cuba.

Took the boat across over to England.

Spent a bit of time there.

And then I transferred to the Rose of York

for the trip from Liverpool to Melbourne.

That's about it.

- But that's all.

I thought being at sea was supposed to be so romantic.

- Hm, nah, it's boring most the time.

It's just miles and miles of empty ocean.

- Oh.

- Well, so how are your mom and dad

getting on in Queensland?

- Well, I don't really get to see them all that often,

but you know, I get the old letter from mom.

They seem fine.

- Any thoughts of turning landlubber again and joining 'em?

- No, not really.

500 acres isn't really big enough for dad and me together.

- So you'll stay on at sea?

- Yes, I suppose so, yeah.

Nowhere else to go?

- [Josh] They called us all squibs,

because there's no McGregors in the big race this year.

- [Evans] A hundred to one, Matt McGregor.

One hundred to one, Matt McGregor.

A hundred to one...

- Dad.

Dad.

- Huh?

- You look like you're having a bad dream.

(laughs)

Nah, I'm fine.

- You miss Kathleen, don't you?

- Yeah, yeah.

And Michael.

I got a letter from her today.

They're in Dublin waiting for a coach

to take them to Galway.

- Say anything about when they'll be back?

- Uh, could take a while.

She's got a lot of family business to attend to.

(sighs)

- Dad, do you think there's anything

a little odd about Duncan?

- How do you mean?

- I don't know.

He seems a bit on edge at times.

I mean, he won't talk about the sea much.

It's as if there's something about it that scares him.

- I don't know.

I suppose we all got a little something

in our past that scares us.

- Well, I don't.

- How about a ghost of Mrs. Tan?

(laughs)

- I'm going to bed, good night.

(sighs)

(panting)

(footsteps approach)

- Morning.

- Morning.

- Well, you're up nice and early.

- Could say the same about you.

What've you been training for?

A fight?

- Yeah, something like that.

- Wait a minute, wait a minute.

That banner in the street.

The Man From Snowy River Horse Race.

- I just don't want Danni to know.

At least not until I've had a chance

to talk to her about it.

- This race is named after you.

And you've won it more times than anybody else.

Why bother?

- That's a good question.

I'm not too sure myself.

Maybe it's trying to fulfill a little boys dream

about having a family you can depend on

when times are tough.

- Are times tough?

- Well, you know.

It's tough to think you're growing old and to realize that,

well, maybe you're not

quite as good as you once were.

- [Danni] Dad, that you?

- Okay, you hound us up a tray will you,

when you've had breakfast.

I'm gonna go get changed.

- Right, Mr. McGregor.

- Oh, it's Matt.

It makes me sound less ancient.

Okay, these bags are the last of it.

Be back with the ticket.

- All right.

- [Matt] Morning, Montana.

- Morning, Matt.

Better add my name to that list, Bernie.

- I take it women are allowed to enter.

- Oh, the race is open to riders

of all size, shape and religious persuasion, Montana.

- Then put my name down.

- Number 18, Montana Hale.

- Miss Hale, you know what you're doing there?

- Oh, you're not one of those people

who thinks a woman's place is in the home, Mr. Jones?

- It's a tough race, Miss Hale,

with no big pardons.

It's the toughest in the country

- Then that should make the winning of it

so much more enjoyable.

Let's see what our friend here thinks of my chances.

- Hundred to one?

(scoffs)

You got Matt McGregor there a hundred to one.

- That's right.

- Well, I didn't know bookies

were so keen to lose their money.

- Have you seen Matt McGregor lately?

His form's hopeless.

- Well, if it's all the same,

think I'd rather take your money.

How 'bout 10 shillings on Matt McGregor?

- 10 bob, Matt McGregor, 100 to one.

Easiest money I've made.

- And my odds, Mr. Evans?

What are they to be?

- Miss Hale, your form's a bit of a mystery.

Racing form, that is.

You're not as long in the tooth as Matt McGregor,

but you're a woman.

- A decided disadvantage, no doubt.

- Oh, no disrespect intended.

I call it as I see it.

How do odds of a hundred to one sound?

- Oh, that sounds reasonable enough to me.

- I'll have 10 shillings on myself.

- I thought the young man's bet

was the easiest money I've made today.

I stand to be corrected.

10, bob, Miss Montana Hale, 100 to one.

- See the look on his face?

- What are you trying to prove, lady?

- That she knows how to lose her money

faster than the sailor boy.

- Oh, no I'm just trying to prove

that I'm better looking, have more brains,

and can outrun, out shoot and out ride either one of you.

(crowd laughs)

- You know, I never did like pushy dames,

did you, Les?

- Nah uh.

- Because we make you feel threatened and insecure?

- Be a use you don't know your place.

- All right, all right, easy now.

Come on, that's no way to talk to a lady, huh?

(laughs)

- Lady?

She's no lady.

She's to busy trying to prove she's a man.

- Hey, come on.

I said that's enough.

- Hey.

Who are you when you're at home?

I don't recall inviting you to join the conversation.

- Yeah, back off sailor boy.

- You heard what he said.

Back off!

(crowd murmuring)

Come on.

- Everything all right here?

- Yeah, everything's fine, Matt, nothing to worry about.

- Like he said, Mr. McGregor, nothing to worry about.

- If you'll excuse me, I have things to do.

- We'd better head off too.

- Gutless.

(laughs)

- Hey, he's pretty good.

(dog whines)

(panting)

If you could run like that in the race,

you wouldn't need a horse.

- There was a time I could run that stretch

without raising a sweat.

- Looked pretty good to me, Matt.

- Ah.

Whew.

That business at the pub earlier.

What started it?

- Ah, they just said some things to the lady that upset her.

- So you came to her rescue, huh?

- There was a time when I could have

had those loudmouths without blinking an eye.

- Huh?

So what happened?

- Okay, if you don't want to tell me I can understand.

But if you ever have the urge,

I'm a good listener.

(grunting)

Okay, McGregor, let's see what you're made of.

Whew!

- Ah!

Oh, my gosh!

- Anyone home?

Danni, what on earth?

- It's dinner, it's burned to a cinder.

- Where's Mrs. Tan?

- Gone.

- Oh, you've cut yourself.

- Oh, give us a look.

- Don't worry, it's nothing.

I'm more worried about the dinner.

- Come on, show me.

- Oh, that's nothing.

- Well, I said it was nothing.

- Ooh, touchy.

- Josh, will you please go out

to the jinker and get my hat?

- You didn't bring a hat.

- Doesn't matter, go and get it, please.

- Hey, Josh.

- Smells like something's burning.

(sighs)

Where's Mrs. Tan.

- She got in a huff and quit

and left me to run the kitchen.

Dad?

- [Danni] He's up in the top paddock.

- He's probably training for the race, I guess.

- Training for what ra...

Training for what race?

- I'm just gonna wash my hands.

- Colin!

(panting)

(horse whinnies)

- Come on.

Come on, come on, come on.

(straining)

(laughs)

- Still some life in him, eh?

- Whew!

- I'm back.

- Dinner should be in a half an hour.

- Look, I'm sure he'll listen to reason

when you explain how you feel.

Just take it easy.

- Look, everything's running smoothly here.

Why don't you go an get cleaned up, huh?

- Hello, what's all this, then?

- A bit of a family get-together.

- Hey, Duncan.

- Colin McGregor.

- Heard you were back.

My wife, Emily.

- How do you do, Emily?

- Nice to meet you.

- You know Danni, of course.

- Hey, now what sort of face is that, young lady?

- Dad, you're unbelievable!

- Look, Danni.

I was gonna tell you about the race.

I was just waiting for the right time, that's all.

- There is no right time.

Why dad?

- I'm doing it for Josh.

- Dad, you haven't raced for years.

You...

Well, you...

- Well, go on, say it.

I'm too old, I'm past it.

- You could get badly hurt.

You could get killed.

- Look, Danni, if I pull out of that race now,

can you imagine what will happen to that little boy?

I mean, he won't be able

to hold his head up in this town again.

- Well, what about me?

- Doesn't what I feel count for anything?

- Sweetie.

How you feel matters to me

more than anything just about in the whole world.

- And if I asked you to withdraw from the race.

- Is that what you're doing?

(dramatic music)

- Six to four the field, gentlemen,

six to four the field.

Toddy Andrews hot favorite, six to four.

- Matt McGregor still a hundred to one?

- And lengthening, my friend.

- Just saw him putting that chestnut of his

through its paces on the Langara boundary.

And they were flying.

(crowd murmurs)

I'll have ten bob on him.

Having second thoughts about those odds?

Friend.

- Ten bob, Matt McGregor, hundred to one.

- I'll take some of that.

Five bob on Matt McGregor.

- Two shillings on Matt McGregor.

- Five bob, Matt McGregor.

(sighs)

- Mm.

Well, it was great, Danni.

Your cooking's improving in leaps and bounds.

- Um, Emily did the rest, I did the soup.

- Ah, soup was good, too.

- Is everyone ready for dessert?

- Did Danni make it?

- No, I did.

I'll have some.

- Lovely.

- Matt?

- None for me, thanks.

- It's rhubarb and apple pie.

- He can't, he's in training.

- Reckon you can win it, Matt?

- Todd Andrews, he's a favorite.

- Todd Andrews is nothing but an overgrown show off.

Someone should cut him down to size.

- If anybody can beat him, you can, Matt.

- [Duncan] Well the way he was riding today,

I'd say Josh was right.

- Les Cooper, he's highly fancied.

- Les Cooper?

Les couldn't ride out of sight on a dark night.

- [Colin] There's Lori Ames, George Curley.

- Yeah, well, if Dad couldn't beat them,

he should give up.

- They couldn't bet you if they started now,

could they Matt?

- Still, I was hoping to put a few more miles in her.

- Dad!

Your horse is down.

(horse panting)

Could be colic.

- Let's get him up.

Come on, fella.

You'll be all right.

Come on.

Come on.

Come on.

This grain's moldy.

You got it from his feed bin?

- [Duncan] Yep.

- Well, it was fine when I fed him last night.

- Feed can't go off that quickly.

- Well, what if somebody swapped it?

- What, gave him moldy grain on purpose?

Who'd do a thing like that?

- Look at it this way.

Who stood to lose the most if Matt did win?

- Barnaby Evans, the bookie.

- We don't have any proof.

- Well, how's the horse?

- Well, we got him on his feet,

we've given him a dose of paraffin,

but there's no way he'll race tomorrow.

- So that's it, then.

- Not necessarily.

- But Dad, he's the fastest horse on Langara,

none of the others come close him.

- Maybe none of the others on Langara.

(horse whinnies)

- He can't be serious.

- Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

In you go.

Easy.

Hey, whoa, easy.

- Dad, what are you doing?

- Colin, get me a saddle and bridle, will ya?

Whoa, whoa.

- The horse is half brumbie,

you'll never break it in in time.

- A saddle and bridle, Colin.

Whoa, whoa, whoa whoa.

Easy, easy, easy,

easy fella.

Now you and I are gonna come

to a little agreement, aren't we?

Yeah.

In fact we'll call it a partnership.

You trust me and I'll trust you, alright?

Okay?

Oh, yes.

Oh, yes.

(laughs)

(fiddle music)

- Even money the field, come on, even money the field.

Come on, double your money

on Toddy Andrews the hot favorite.

Here's a gentleman who knows what's good for him.

There's evens on Todd Andrews.

Come on gents, even the money, last chance.

It's all gonna close soon.

Evens on Todd Andrews.

- No sign of the old bloke.

Must've finally come to his senses.

- I wouldn't be so sure of that.

(crowd shouting)

- I'm sorry, no more bets, gentlemen, the book is closed.

No more bets.

- You can't close the books

until the race officially starts.

(crowd murmuring)

- Oh, that's not allowed.

- 10 to one, Matt McGregor,

10 to one Matt McGregor.

(crowd yelling)

- Hannah, what are you doing?

The race is almost about to start.

- The race?

I thought you were not interested, Danni.

- Well, she changed her mind.

Come on.

Oh, you can't wear that one.

- I knew it, I knew it.

The first one was the best one.

- Hannah, I'm sorry, it looks fine.

- With these lips you'll have to be joking.

- Come on Colin, look at this, beautiful.

Look at that one.

- The whole bag on Matt.

- The whole bag?

- On Matt McGregor?

- My brother will kill him.

- I want in too.

- Put your marbles where your mouth is.

- Sure.

- Right, all riders to the starting line

for the running of the annual

Man from Snowy River Horse Race.

- May the best horse and rider win.

- At the count of three now.

One.

Two.

(gunshot)

(crowd cheering)

(grand symphonic music)

- Ah!

- What's happening?

- I can't see.

- Ah!

- Todd's in the lead.

- Matt is coming up too.

- [Dennis] Go Todd, run.

- Ah!

- Someone's come off.

- Ugh!

- Ah!

- Pick it up!

- Ah!

- Darn!

- Ah!

- Ah!

- Give it.

- Ah!

- Ah!

- Dammit!

- Montana's in the lead!

But someone's coming up.

- Who?

- Matt McGregor.

- Yes, go Matt!

(whip cracks)

(crowd cheering)

- Come one!

- Ha!

(crowd cheering)

(crowd cheering)

- Yeah!

- That was terrific, Dad!

- No broken bones either.

Just a few sore ones.

- You know, I think you might be good

for a few more year, yet.

You ought to sign up for next year.

- If you don't mind, I just want to see

if I can walk tomorrow,

let alone ride.

(laughs)

Well, it took two of us, eh, fella.

- Whew!

- Where's Duncan?

- Bad day for the bookies,

but a real good one for the pioneers.

- Don't feel too bad, Montana.

No one can beat the man from Snowy River.

- Hey.

- Hey second to a legend, who's complaining?

I'm off to collect my winnings.

- Oh, me too.

- Of course he wins.

I knew always he would win.

When a man of Matt's stature

has something to prove, look out.

- But I thought you told me

that you had five shillings on Montana with Mr. Evans.

- Ah, but for a win and a place.

At odds of 100 to one.

- So you won too?

- Of course I win.

Ukrainians are very lucky.

- Well, it seems Ukrainians aren't the only ones.

- Sure it was the whole bag?

- The whole bag.

- Whoo!

Where's Evans?

- We don't know.

- Stand aside my friend,

we're in a bit of a hurry.

- Did you sabotage McGregor's horse with this?

- I said stand aside.

- Not until you pay back all those lost bets.

- Oh is that a fact?

Well, in that case.

(cocks gun)

Hand us the horse, Clary.

- Stay where you are, Clary

Some of the lads at the hotel

are getting a touch impatient, Mr. Evans.

You are going to honor your outstanding bets.

- I don't recall owing anything, young lady.

You bet on yourself and lost.

But I called back and had a saver on Matt McGregor.

A pound at a hundred to one.

Check with your penciller.

Uh uh.

- If you've got a dispute with any of those wages.

We can sort it out back at the hotel.

After you, gentlemen.

- I'm starting to think there could be more to you

than meets the eye, Mr. Jones.

- Hey, Josh, these aren't bad.

- It's the last time Dennis or Billy

will bet against a McGregor.

(laughs)

- I don't know if I approve of you gambling, young man.

- Oh, come on.

It wasn't a gamble.

Matt couldn't lose.

- Well, I suppose that's it for another year.

Time to head back, where are the rest of 'em?

- I think we'll need a new bookie next year.

Barnaby Evans won't be coming back.

I hate to see a grown man cry.

(laughs)

- Any sign of Duncan

- Oh, he's off buying a decent horse with his winnings.

- Oh yes.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

(grand symphonic music)