Original subtitles

(dramatic orchestral music)

- [Emily] Harold.

- [Colin] Harold McGregor.

- [Emily] Harold Mc, I still don't like it.

- [Colin] Aloicious, now there's a name,

I've always like Aloicious.

- [Emily] Aloicious, you can't be serious.

- [Colin] It's better than Seroin.

- Seroin's a family name.

- I don't care, Seroin?

- Anyway, what makes you think it's

gonna be a boy?

- That's right, you know it's gonna be a girl,

don't you?

- Mmm, mmm, maybe.

- How do you know?

- Sometimes it just feels like a girl

- Me and Patch are going for a walk.

- You be careful, Josh.

- What do you think, Josh,

is it gonna be a boy or a girl?

- Don't know, come Patch.

(dog barks)

- Now, it's a big adjustment for him to make, that's all.

He just needs a bit of time.

- [Emily] I hope that's all it is.

- Now, if it is a girl, Beatrice.

- Beatrice.

Uh, it's pronounced Beatrice

and I don't like it anyway.

(dog barks)

- Come on, Patch.

(foreboding music)

(dog barks)

Here boy, fetch the stick.

(dog barks)

(dog growls)

(Josh gasps)

(ominous music)

- That's why Harold is so good, Harold McGregor.

- Colin!

Colin, there's a man,

he tried to grab me.

(birds squawk)

(dog barks)

- Something we can do for you?

- Sorry, I didn't mean no harm,

I just want to talk to the boy.

- Why?

Who are you?

- Name's Turner, Dave Turner,

boy's my nephew,

come to take him home.

(dramatic orchestral music)

- There must be some sort of mistake.

Josh has no family.

- As far as we know, he doesn't have any family.

- That man is lying!

- Why would he lie?

- I don't know.

Why didn't he come forward sooner?

You put notices in newspapers all over the country,

surely he must have seen them.

- If he really is my uncle,

does that mean I have to leave here?

- Oh, Josh.

- Let's work out if he really is your uncle first, huh?

- I don't care if Josh has an uncle or not,

he is not taking him.

- Did your father ever mention that he had a brother?

- Maybe once.

- Well then maybe we should check the church records,

marriages, births.

- No!

Why should we have to do anything?

He's the one who has to prove who he claims to be.

- He doesn't have to prove anything.

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When I first saw him,

I thought he was my dad.

Mr. Turner looks just like him.

- [Jessie] And this is Matt McGregor.

- It's a real pleasure to meet you, Ms. Windsor.

- Likewise, Mr. McGregor.

It's not everyday I meet a legend.

- (sighs) Oh, that was a long time ago.

Besides, I wouldn't believe everything

you read in the newspapers.

- Oh, if I did that,

I would never perform again.

I take it you'll be attending my performance?

- Oh, I wouldn't miss it for the world.

- Matt's bought tickets for his family as well.

- Yep, front row seats.

- I'm sure you'll not be disappointed.

Now if you'll excuse us,

it has been a tiring day.

Freda?

- Ms. Windsor would require a private bathroom.

- Oh, yes, of course.

If you'd like to come this way,

I'll show you to your rooms.

- Ms. Windsor.

- Mr. McGregor.

- Ms. Marshall.

- And I should like to inspect the kitchen

and instruct the cookers as to what meals to prepare

during our stay.

- Of course.

- Hi, Dad.

- Hey, guess who I just met?

Agnes Windsor.

Agnes Windsor, the opera singer.

- Oh, I forgot, the concert, look I...

- And I can still get you tickets if you wanna go.

- Dad, it's Josh.

- Now, Josh, I want you to think really hard.

Did your father ever mention him by name?

- I think he said I had some cousins.

- Uh-huh,

what were their names?

- Look, all we know for sure is this bloke Turner

looks a little bit like Josh's dad.

- It's more than a passing resemblance, Rob.

- Well, I'll telegraph the registry office in Melbourne,

see what they can find out.

- I'm going for a walk.

- Don't you go wandering too far, huh?

- If Josh is right, if this man is his uncle,

does he have to go with him?

- Well, he is still a minor.

So an uncle would have claim to be his legal guardian.

- But what if Josh doesn't wanna go with him,

what if he wants to stay?

- I'm not sure.

- Anybody can see that he's happy here.

This is his home now.

- If that's the law...

- I don't care about the law!

I care about Josh.

(cow moos)

- [Judith] You're Josh, aren't you?

- What if I am?

- You and me are cousins.

My name's Judith.

- Who says we're cousins?

- My dad.

He says you're going to come live with us.

- I don't have to if I don't want to.

- He says you have to.

He says you're an orphan,

we're the only family you've got.

He says...

- Doesn't matter what he says.

I'll do whatever I want.

- Oh, yeah?

My dad says you haven't got any choice.

- Have so.

- Have not.

- Have.

- My dad says he'll get the troopers

if anyone tries to stop him.

- Judith.

- He says he's not going to come.

- Well, wouldn't want Josh to do anything

he doesn't wanna do, would we?

- He said...

- Alright, Judith.

Knows his father would want him to be with his family,

don't you, Josh?

Wouldn't go against your father's wishes,

would you, son?

- This is Josh?

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- Helen,

come on Helen, we better book a room

into the hotel.

(dramatic orchestral music)

I know when the time comes,

you'll make the right decision, Josh.

- Good day to you.

- You really should be saving your voice, Ms. Windsor.

You've had such a punishing schedule.

- I'm in fine voice, Freda.

It's this high country air, I'm sure.

It's so crisp and fresh.

- Do you think it wise to wear your jewelry

so openly?

Some of these high country men

look decidedly suspect.

- You know me, Freda.

I like to give my public something extra.

- [Freda] That's what worries me.

I feel all you're giving them is bad ideas.

- (laughs) Oh, Freda,

you're such a worry wart.

- Ms. Windsor.

- It would seem the good people of Patterson's Ridge

are kept well informed, Freda.

- Well, I don't think there's anyone in the high country

that doesn't know you're in town

and they'll all be coming to your concert tomorrow.

- That quaint little mechanic's hall

will surely be bursting at the seams.

- Covent Garden, it's not.

- I'm sure I'll all be wonderful,

filled with fine, handsome young cattlemen.

- Oh yes, they'll be lots of those.

- Then you're just going to have to help me choose, Miss?

- Oh, McGregor, Danni L. McGregor.

- Oh, you'd be Matt McGregor's daughter then?

- Uh-huh,

oh, Daddy's your biggest admirer.

- Is he?

But he's a married man, is he not?

- Uh-huh.

- Danielle,

these men from the high country,

are they as rugged and handsome as

I've been led to believe?

- Oh yeah.

I can think of one or two,

in fact, I can think of one in particular

who would love to make your acquaintance.

- Only one?

- Oh, well.

(laughter)

- Tea for two, thank you, Ms. McGregor.

- Oh, just this way.

- [Emily] It's as though Josh doesn't care.

- Of course he cares.

- Then why is he even thinking of leaving?

- Because they're the only family he has.

- Colin and I aren't family?

- You know what I mean.

Listen,

if it were you,

wouldn't you want to get to know your uncle, your cousin?

Find answers to all those questions you've

lain awake at night thinking about for so long?

- They couldn't love him anymore than we do.

- Then tell him that.

- I have.

- Then tell him again.

Emily, if you want him,

maybe you're gonna have to fight for him.

- This wasn't supposed to happen.

- Emily,

It hasn't happened yet.

- Well, Turner is who he says he is.

He's got a mining business in Ballarat,

and according to the records office,

he and Josh's father were brothers.

- I just don't understand why he didn't come

forward sooner, he must have seen the leaflets

we distributed, the advertisements we put in the papers?

- Evidently not.

- This (sighs),

I've gotta do something.

- Legally, Turner can just step in and take

Josh whenever it suits him.

- Well, if that's what Josh wants.

- Did you know what you wanted when you

were eight years old?

It's a big ask.

What do you want for him?

- Well, I want him to be with...

I want him to be happy, I suppose.

- Well, you can't deny him that.

(Freda grunts)

- Sorry.

- Is anyone there?

Hello?

(bell dings)

Counter?

- Maybe you should come back when there's

someone available?

- Ms. Agnes Windsor is not used

to being kept waiting.

I suppose it would be too much to expect

this establishment to have in it a safe?

- I expect it would.

- Well, tell me, how is one supposed to ensure

the safekeeping of one's most precious belongings?

- I don't know,

why don't you stick 'em under your mattress?

- The impertinence of you high country people

is astounding.

- Not as astounding as the rudeness

of our city cousins, ma'am.

(Freda scoffs)

(sad orchestral music)

(horses whinny)

- What are you staring at?

- Wasn't.

My dad says your...

- Doesn't matter what your dad says.

- Do you like it up here?

Living in the mountains?

- It's the best place in the whole world,

apart from Madagascar.

- Have you been to Madagascar?

- No but,

I've heard about it.

- Oh.

- Where do you live?

- Ballarat.

- Never been there either.

- You'll like it.

- Who says I'm going?

What does your dad do?

- He's got a gold mine.

It's not a very big one, though.

- What made him come looking for me?

- Mrs. McGregor's having a baby.

- I know.

- If you stay here,

it won't be the same.

They won't have any time for you anymore.

- Colin and Emily aren't like that.

- Wanna bet?

They'll have their baby and they won't want you,

no one will want you.

- There's nothing we can do, is there?

- Dave Turner has a genuine claim,

and he seems a reasonable sort of man.

- Is it reasonable to take Josh away

from those who love him?

(knock at door)

(sad orchestral music)

- Morning, Reverend.

- Mr. Turner.

- I suppose you know why I'm here.

- Come in.

- Mrs. McGregor.

- I was hoping we could

sit down and talk about this.

- Don't know that there's much to talk about.

- You can't take him against his will.

- Look (sighs),

I understand how you must feel,

but try and see it from my side.

I know it's what my brother would have wanted

for his son.

- Perhaps there's another way of

going, arranging this,

it seems so rushed and we really haven't had...

- The quicker the better, Reverend,

for all concerned.

Dragging things on is only gonna make

the pain harder to bear.

Is Josh awake?

- He's in his bedroom.

- I'd like to have a talk to him.

(sad orchestral music)

Hi Josh.

Almost ready to go?

- Can I take Patch?

- Of course we can.

(dog barks)

He's a fine dog you got there.

I think he'll like his new home.

I think you both will.

I know this is hard for you, Josh.

What do you got there?

Tom.

You know when I was about your age,

your dad and I used to go fishing.

We'd get up at first light,

we go down to the creek,

he'd set up the lines,

I'd set up the fires.

I swear those fish,

they used to just jump out of the creek

straight onto the hook.

He was a good brother to me.

I'll bet he was a good father to you to, eh?

Maybe we can go fishing when we go home, eh?

He's just packing his things.

I'll just...

- I'm sorry, Mr. Turner.

There's something I don't understand.

Why now?

Why didn't you come forward earlier?

Why wait all this time?

- 'Cause we didn't know at first.

We only just found out about how

Tom and Kate died.

- We did put notices in the newspapers,

including Ballarat.

- I was working in the West.

The truth is,

Tom and me, we had a disagreement.

We drifted apart,

nothing I'm proud of.

I was going to patch things up,

I found out they were dead.

- I'm sorry, Mr. Turner.

- So, how did you find out?

- Emily.

- The letters I wrote were sent back to me,

someone took the trouble to write

and let me know that they had died in a fire.

I better get the boy.

(sad orchestral music)

Josh?

Josh?

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- He's not around the town.

- Listen, it should be me who goes

out looking for him.

- It's you he's running away from.

- Well, how do I know you'd bring him back?

- Because I'm giving you my word.

- What sort of ideas you've been putting

in that boy's head, Reverend?

- Josh has his own ideas about what's right

and what's wrong, I didn't have to teach him that.

(horse whinnies)

- Judge Hadley thinks he saw Josh down Melvin Road.

- Don't worry, we'll find him.

- Thank you.

- I promise, we'll find him.

(rain patters)

(dramatic orchestral music)

(horse hooves clack)

- Hey, come on.

- [Rob] I don't want them.

- But you've got to go to the concert,

Dad's bought us tickets,

we're in the front row.

- (scoffs) I'd be a brave man that would want

to spend an afternoon that close to her, Danni.

- We are are talking about Ms. Agnes Windsor?

- The one and the same.

- And you've met her?

- Yesterday, at the hotel.

- And?

- And, I think the back row will be

plenty close enough if I was gonna go,

which I'm not.

- You don't think Agnes Windsor is one

of the most attractive women you've

ever laid eyes on?

- And you do?

Maybe after a couple of months

and a cattle drive, she might spark my interest.

- (scoffs) I can't believe you

don't think she's attractive.

- Oh and here's me thinking you had

a keen understanding of what I admired in women.

- Which is?

- Which is intelligence,

good looks, sense of humor,

none of which Ms. Windsor displayed yesterday when I met her

and Danni, if you seriously think she's

the most attractive woman you've ever met,

I suggest you start wearing a hat more often

when you go outdoors, a big one.

Come on.

- Rob!

- [Rob] Come on.

(sad orchestral music)

- You're worried about her, aren't you?

- Yeah, I'm worried about her,

about the baby, how all this is going to affect them.

- She relies on your support.

- And yours.

- Come on, we'll search along the creek,

you take the track as far as the five mile.

- You think he could have gone that far?

- Well, if a wagon came along.

Whether you find him or not,

we'll see you in town at noon.

(knock at door)

- Please, I need to talk to you.

- I don't think we have anything to talk about.

- I'd like to explain.

- What's to explain, you're taking my

boy off to Ballarat.

- He's not your boy.

- Oh, I'm sorry.

- I had a son.

His name was Luke.

He died.

(sad orchestral music)

- Josh?

(horse hooves clack)

Josh?

- He sometimes comes fishing around here.

- Not today.

- There's a hut down in the valley.

If he's not there,

we'll double back and head along the ridge.

- He was three years older than Josh,

such a fine boy,

strong and handsome.

Josh has his eyes.

Then, one day,

this month past,

he was taken, just like that.

Life was crushed out of him.

- I'm sorry.

- Do you know what it's like to lose a child,

Mrs. McGregor?

Your own child?

The one you've carried and cared for,

the one you've set up nursing through the long nights,

who you've watched grow and taught and loved?

I'll never get over the loss of Luke.

- I sympathize with your suffering, Mrs. Turner,

but Josh can't make up for the son you've lost.

You can't replace one child with another.

- When I look into his eyes,

I see my Luke.

- You're not the only one grieving.

Josh lost his parents in the most

shocking circumstances and found us.

Until you came along,

we were all he had

and now you want to drag him away

from the only security he knows?

If he does go with you,

then at least let him make his own decision.

If that's what he wants then,

we'll stand by him.

Mrs. Turner?

You said the life was crushed out of Luke.

How did your son die?

- It was an accident.

(dramatic orchestral music)

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- Josh!

Josh!

(dog barks)

- Patch, stop that, come back.

That was really bad, Patch,

you shouldn't have done that.

- Good day, mate.

- I'm not going home,

so don't try and make me.

- Well, Josh, Emily needs to know that you're safe.

- Then you can tell her.

- Have you decided what you're gonna do?

- I'm not going back with my uncle

and I'm not going back home.

I'm staying here.

I'm staying here because

I don't know what to do.

- I promised I'd introduce her to a genuine cattleman.

- I just saw Andy Syler on the way,

why don't you introduce Ms. Windsor to him?

- Andy Syler can barely string two words together,

he's got a wall eye and he smells like a horse.

- That sounds like a perfect match, don't you think?

- Well, just sit there with your eyes closed

and your ears open if you think she's that bad.

Well, she's got a beautiful voice.

- Danni, give up alright?

I'm not gonna come to the concert,

so she's just gonna have to find herself

another cattleman to swoon over.

- You'll regret it.

- No I won't.

- Ah, speak of the devil.

- Well, if it isn't the impertinent young man

from the hotel.

- Ah, it's a pleasure to see you too again, ma'am.

- The only pleasure you could give me, sir

is to return to the backwater from whence you came

and tend to your hogs.

- Well, anything to be spared the cat strangling

that'll be passed off as opera

to the unsuspecting public this afternoon, ma'am.

- (scoffs) How dare you, sir.

- Ms. Windsor, I'd like to introduce you

to my brother, Rob,

a genuine high country cattleman.

- The introduction is declined, Ms. McGregor

and you sir are not welcome at my concert,

today or any other, Freda!

(playful music)

- That's Ms. Windsor?

- Beautiful, witty, charming, sophisticated,

and desperate to meet a handsome high country cattleman.

It's a pity you'll be too busy attending to your hogs.

- So let me get this straight,

you don't want to go with your uncle

and you don't wanna stay

with Colin and Emily anymore either?

But if there was somewhere else in town

where you could stay, that'd be alright, wouldn't it?

- Hmm, some place where the roof doesn't leak

and there's plenty of water on hand?

- I suppose.

- Sounds like a nice, cozy room at my hotel

might be exactly what you're after.

I mean, you could do a bit of work for me around the place,

pay for your room that way.

What do you say?

- Could Patch come in my room?

- Of course he could.

- The big room with the bath?

- Let's just wait and see what Jessie's got available, huh?

- Is it a deal?

(sentimental orchestral music)

- Plenty of time to warm up my voice, Freda.

You know how I don't like to keep my audiences waiting.

You can almost hear the buzz of excitement

in the air, can't you?

- The only thing I can hear are my teeth chattering,

Ms. Windsor.

- Hello,

it's Judith, isn't it?

- I wasn't going to take anything.

I-I just like how it smells.

- Me too, better than saddle soap,

it's a great smell, isn't it?

Do you have a horse, Judith?

- Dad says one day he might buy me a pony.

- Every little girl should have a pony.

Josh has his own horse.

- Yeah?

- Mmm.

Tell me,

did your brother have a pony?

- My brother died.

- I know, your mother told me.

You must all miss him very much.

- His name was Luke.

Dad says he was as strong as a full grown man.

- Tell me, Judith,

how did Luke die?

- I have to go.

- I'm sorry, I didn't mean to upset you.

I'd just like to know.

- I can't.

(sad orchestral music)

(knocks on door)

- Hello.

(suspenseful music)

(punches thud)

(men groan)

(punches thud)

(wood cracks)

(horses whinny)

(rain patters)

(horse hooves clack)

- Emily?

We found him,

at one of the cattlemen's huts.

- Is he alright, I need to talk to him.

- He's at the hotel with Matt.

Emily, wait.

Josh doesn't wanna come home right now.

I know that must be very hard for you to hear.

I think the best thing is if we just

let Matt talk to him for a little while.

- But, what about his uncle?

- His uncle doesn't need to know.

Come on, let's get you out of this weather.

You can make me a cup of tea.

- But, is he alright?

He didn't get hurt or anything?

- He's cold and he's wet, but he's alright.

- [Emily] Oh, I'm so glad.

(suspenseful music)

- Now, Josh,

the one thing you can't do is not make a decision.

Unfortunately, no matter how hard that decision is,

it has to be made,

which means you have to make your mind up

about what you want.

- I want to stay here

at the Railway Hotel with Jessie.

- Well, unfortunately, it's not that simple.

Very soon you'll have to choose between

Emily and Colin or your uncle.

- What if I can't, Matt?

What will happen to me then?

- Well, if you choose to stay with Emily and Colin,

your uncle may object, but we'll fight as hard

as we can to keep you here,

but if you don't say what you want,

then there's nothing we can do.

The law says that you have to go with your uncle.

- Helen, Helen,

gather our things together, we're going.

- What about Josh?

- He's coming with us.

I'll grab the buggy,

I'll meet you at the hotel, alright?

- Okay.

He's going with us.

- Poor kid,

after everything he's been through.

How's Emily taking it?

- Badly.

- What about you?

- It's strange.

Ever since Josh has arrived,

it's like,

we're a family now.

I don't know how that happened

or when that happened but,

he's my son now,

it's like he always has been.

Now some,

I'm supposed to give him away to a stranger.

- We're not gonna let that happen, you know.

- No,

not if I can help it.

Uh, what happened to you?

- I sprung a thief trying to pinch

Agnes Windsor's jewels.

- Did you caught him red handed?

- Yeah.

- So where is he now?

- I don't know,

probably halfway to Melbourne, I'd say.

By the time I got down the stairs,

he's nicked off.

Still, better then a bouquet of flowers, eh?

- Yeah.

(metal clanks)

Mr. Turner.

- Just come to fix you up for the stabling,

here, heading back to Ballarat,

got some business to attend to.

- What about Josh?

- Well, that's up to the boy.

- What about Colin and Emily?

You like them a lot, don't ya?

They've looked after you pretty well, haven't they?

You think maybe they're wondering why you

didn't wanna go back there?

- Maybe.

- Only maybe?

- They don't want me.

(sad orchestral music)

- Josh, what makes you say that?

- They don't because they just don't, that's all.

- They love you very much, Josh,

you must know that.

- Not anymore.

- Of course they do.

- They don't because they don't need me anymore.

Can't you see?

They're gonna have their own baby

and I'm gonna be left out.

I'm never gonna become part of the family,

never gonna become a McGregor.

(Josh grunts)

- Come on, it's okay, come on.

It's alright, mate.

Hey,

now,

there's a special place for you in our family

and a very, very special place for you

in Colin and Emily's hearts.

Why do think Colin's been looking everywhere for ya?

Why do you think Emily's so upset?

- Is she?

- Uh-huh.

- Really?

- Yeah.

The baby won't take your place.

They love you far too much, we all do.

- I've just spoken with Turner.

He's gonna leave the decision up to Josh.

- Do you really think?

How could Josh possibly feel we didn't want him?

- We've been talking a lot about the baby lately,

he probably thought that we didn't care about him anymore.

- Do you still think he should go

with his natural family?

- I believe that there's no one else

that could look after Josh like we can.

- What if he decides,

what, we just up and wave him goodbye?

Turner might be Josh's uncle,

but we barely know anything about him,

what sort of man he is,

how he provides for his family.

- He owns a mine of some sort,

a goldmine, I think but...

- A mine,

it was a mine.

- What?

- Come on, we got to talk to Matt.

(suspenseful music)

- Are you ready,

we might have to go quick.

- He's trying to take Josh!

(Patches barks)

- I've come for the boy, McGregor.

- Yeah, well, Josh and I have been talking, Mr. Turner.

- I'm sorry, McGregor.

I'm all out of time.

- Josh!

- Don't worry, Emily.

I was just about to tell my uncle that

I'd like to stay in Patterson's Ridge,

if it's alright with you.

- Of course it is, Josh.

- I'm sorry, it's not Josh's decision.

I'm his closest living relative.

- Mr. Turner, you said you were gonna

leave the decision up to Josh.

- The law says that I have a legitimate claim on him.

- [Emily] A claim, Mr. Turner?

- Come on, Josh.

- You make Josh sound like a possession.

- You just have to accept the fact, Mrs. McGregor,

that the law's on my side, that's final.

- No, Mr. Turner,

the law's on Josh's side.

- McGregor.

- No, it's alright, Matt.

I've worked out why Mr. Turner suddenly

came searching for his nephew.

What does the law say about working underage

boys down a mine, Mr. Turner?

Luke was a big, strong boy, wasn't he, Mr. Turner?

No one would have questioned you about his age.

He started working down in his father's goldmine

and when the poor child died,

you remembered you had a nephew, didn't you,

someone to replace Luke?

Maybe not as big and strong,

but cheap labor just the same.

Is that what you've got in mind, Mr. Turner,

Josh working down a mine?

- Hard work never hurt anyone.

- Accept your son.

Your wife said the life was crushed out of him,

what was it, a cave-in, a boy doing a man's job?

Well not Josh, Mr. Turner.

Not my son.

- Doesn't sound like

it'd be a good idea, does it, Mr. Turner?

The authorities might start asking difficult

questions about that mine of yours.

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- He's still my blood.

- No, this is my family now.

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- I'll write to you.

- Will you?

- You're still my cousin.

- I seem to have misjudged you, Mr. McGregor.

- Likewise, Ms. Windsor,

and my apologies to you, Ms. Marshall.

- I just don't know what I would have done

if he'd gotten away with my velice.

I simply would not have been able to perform

my entire repertoire.

- Need your jewelry to sing, Ms. Windsor?

- No,

but I need my sheet music.

- Sheet music?

- In my valice.

- So I risked my neck for a bundle of paper?

- You were magnificent.

You saved my career.

I shall never forget you, Rob McGregor.

- Well, perhaps I could catch

your next performance in Melbourne.

- I'm sure Freda could arrange a ticket.

- With pleasure, Ms. Windsor.

- And maybe afterwards I could

well, perhaps escort you to supper.

- A cattleman with manners,

I can hardly wait, Mr. McGregor.

- I like my hair natural.

- Okay.

- And why do I have to wear Sunday best?

- It's a surprise.

- What surprise?

- Patience, Josh,

that's one of the virtues.

- Oh and I thought of a name for the baby, Virgil.

- Virgil.

- Ah, Virgil, that's different.

- [Colin] Ah, but it might be a girl.

- Clementine.

- Clementine.

- Clementine.

- I think naming this baby's going

to be quite a challenge.

- I don't think it's too bad.

- [Emily] Oh please, it sounds like a fruit.

(horse snorts)

- I'll see you in Melbourne in two weeks.

- You will.

- Nice to meet you.

- Here they come now.

- Mr. Henry, Colin McGregor.

This is my wife Emily.

- Hello.

- And this is Josh.

- Have Colin and Emily told you why I'm here, Josh?

- No, they just said it was a surprise.

- We're going to make sure nobody takes

you away from us, how does that sound?

- Pretty good to me.

- Mr. Henry's brought the papers?

- It means changing your name.

- But, I like Josh.

- Not your Christian name, your surname.

- How does Josh McGregor sound?

- I'm going to be a McGregor?

- [Emily] Uh-huh.

- Oh, you already are,

we're making it official.

- Pleased to meet you, Joshua McGregor.

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