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"The Arcadia property will pass on

"to Hugh Knight as the eldest son."

Uh, in brackets, "Why else would he get it?"

- You're selling the farm? - I don't have a choice.

I can't keep it afloat.

I have an idea of how we can save the farm.

You want to turn Arcadia into a cemetery.

- What do you think? - A hole to get us out of a hole.

I like the poetry in that.

I want a baby.

Just goes round and round in my head.

Me too.

- You never want to have kids? - I don't.

You won't have my child but you'll take on someone else's.

Are you giving up on me?

No. Of course not.

I'm going to Bali.

You're right about Ivy, she has a mother...

And I'm gonna find her.

She'll be back, right?

- I think it's over. - Oh, mate.

Sell the farm.

The buyer's pulled out. He got wind of a tender

being lodged for a cemetery on the property.

This was never supposed to be my life!

I know that. And yet...

- Here we are. - The decision's been made.

The farm is being sold before it drags us all under.

_

_

Oh! Got some eggs. Yeah.

Daddy really hates that sign, doesn't he?

You feel better?

No.

I dreamt about him last night, you know.

Who? Sam McGregor, the real estate agent?

Dad.

We were playing Call of Duty.

He turned to me. He said, "CTW."

- It's code. - For what?

"Clear the weeds"? "Console the widow"?

Oh, yeah. Very good.

"Celebrate the weekend!"

Though it would be good if you

did some actual work first, though.

He's not happy about any of this.

I know that much.

- Synced and corrected by medvidecek007 - - www.addic7ed.com -

What about hemp?

Do we grow hemp?

Not yet. But when the price goes up,

we'd be sitting on a fortune.

Right. So we just pull up whatever it is we do grow,

sow in some hemp, pray for rain,

hope that the price magically goes through the roof

just in time for our mortgage repayment?

Yeah, you got it.

How is farming even a thing?!

Sorry, Mum. I'm done.

We're selling up.

Oh, please don't.

Is that Penny?

Oh, privacy, please!

So she's, um...

Dating, is she?

Well, why not? She's single and solvent.

Well, give us a look.

Absolutely not.

What is her story?

Penny? What do you mean?

I have a 95% five-star match for her

and I'm not sure she's up for it.

Oh, she's definitely a five-star.

I'm not sure about that hair.

Matt!

Matt!

What the...? Bah!

I've got a buyer coming at 3:00.

Can you tidy up a bit?

What did your last slave die of?

Alcohol poisoning, by the looks of it.

- Have you heard from her? - Who?

Good man. Soldier on.

Oh.

- Good morning. - Hugh.

Hugh!

You're poaching my staff again.

I need Mia this morning.

Well, I have a full list and a potential

buyer for the farm this afternoon.

So we all just run around after you?

Well, the sooner I sell,

the sooner I'm gone.

I want her back tomorrow.

You're the boss.

Betty, if you see my mum, can you tell her I've

changed my mind about Penny's five-star rating?

There are so many reasons I'm not gonna do that, Hugh.

You look different. Hair?

New cardigan?

Make-up!

Hey, guys.

- Hey, mate. - Hey, Daz.

Betty.

Has anyone told you how amazing you look today?

Seems an oversight but no-one's used that word.

Darren! Oh, I've got a great match for you!

A dental hygienist with a small overbite,

which is strange, given her occupation,

but a great personality.

You can take me off the list, Meryl.

I've found someone.

Through us?

Me. It's me.

Come-clean time. It's me.

We're just taking it easy. Slow, I mean.

- But it's good. - It's amazing, even.

I've gotta go. I just came to tell

you I might be a bit late tonight.

OK.

Wow! You and Darren.

I know. Uh, sort of conflict. Crossed the line. But...

Are you sure he's right for you?

- So far. - He's just so, uh...

And you're so...

What?

Different.

Very different.

But oh... I'm happy for you.

Traitors don't pass.

Let it go. He's won. It's over.

Farming's in our blood, Matt.

And grave-digging, apparently.

At least I'm trying.

Do you know I've never been to London?

Or Germany, for that matter?

No. What's there?

Weissbier, Amber Ale, Pilsner.

Give all this up for a beer?

What exactly is it that you think I've

been doing here all these years, Ajax?

Dad came to me in my dream last night

and he gave me a message.

"CTW."

"Close the way."

I can't help Hugh sell the farm.

"CTW."

Certain tasks will just get done.

Matt!

Matt!

Porter, Stout, Wheat beer,

Brown Ale.

Porter, Stout,

Wheat beer...

Oh. Here she is.

Our five-star client.

95% algorithm match.

It's remarkable.

He's new in town. His name is Raph.

He is a professional, father of one,

he's divorced amicably,

he likes the outdoors and he's very fit.

He's not bad!

So, do you want to purchase a date voucher?

Uh, I don't know.

Don't overthink it, Penny. Just trust the algorithm.

Oh! You're still here!

- Coffee? - Uh...

Look, I'm kind of slammed this morning.

- Uh, but maybe a drink later on? - Yeah, sounds good.

- Um, you know where to find me. - Yeah.

- I'll call you. - Thank you.

I'm in. For the... five-star.

Uh, Mia, um...

What happens in surgery stays in surgery.

Always abide by the surgical code.

Harriet.

You're on speaker phone in a room full of hospital staff.

Hugh, I've met someone.

I'm very happy for you.

Does he have a job?

He knows I can hear him, right?

Hugh, this is Phoenix.

Phoenix, Hugh.

Sorry, mate.

So... do you have a job?

Don't answer him. It's none of his business.

Where did you two lovebirds meet?

- Pilates. - No, really.

Pilates it is, then.

Well, this is all great but I am in the middle of a PTA,

so, um, welcome,

Phoenix and... Good luck.

Actually, I want

Phoenix to be my other birthing partner

and I just wanted to tell you in person.

Right. And is he qualified in any way?

Does he even have a shirt with sleeves?

You know all this aggression?

It's not good for the baby, so I'm hanging up.

Hormones.

Country Connections have had a lot of success

doing it the old-fashioned way.

Mmm. No apps.

I know, right? What a relief.

Can I just call you back?

Ajax!

What's with the hose?

I know what 'CTW' means.

What are you doing out here?

Waiting for the buyers.

- I think they're early. - What?

Aside from the main cemetery in the front paddock,

we're also going to have a commemorative garden,

much closer to the homestead.

Simple plaques for the deceased amongst some flowers,

Should look very peaceful.

Of course, there will be public access through here.

Council regulations are quite strict about that.

I'm sorry about this.

There's been some trouble with the septic tanks.

It'll drain away.

It's usually only this bad when it rains...

- Ajax! - .... or on weekends.

Oh!

What are you doing, mate?

I finally know what Dad wanted me to do.

Well, it definitely wasn't this!

No, CTW.

It's 'commence the war'.

It's what I'm gonna do, Hugh.

I'm gonna commence the war.

It...

Hi.

Go to after-school care and wait.

Fruit. No biscuits.

I love you.

- Sorry. It's just my son. - No, that's alright.

- You must be Raph. - Yeah. Penny, right?

You're, uh...

Much more beautiful in person.

Oh. Thank you.

But you're not doing your son any

favours with after-school care.

Uh, excuse me?

Well, give him a key and the freedom to make his

own way home from school. Builds character.

It's just me.

It makes you a bit more paranoid about that sort of thing.

Oh, look, I'm a single parent too.

My daughter's making her own way

home from school as we speak.

Is your ex still alive?

Yes, she is. Well and truly.

I'm trying to be mother and father.

Oh. So the kid doesn't have a dad?

Well, that's all the more reason

for you to give him a chance to grow into a man.

I want a full refund!

At least Tinder's free.

Now, I've had a quick look at your father's will

and there appears to be no coercion,

mental health issues or dementia.

But perhaps this handwritten aside is pertinent.

"The Arcadia property," legal primaries, etc,

"will pass on to Hugh Knight as the eldest son.

"Why else would he get it?"

Dad had a sense of humour.

Not advisable on a legal document.

But I might be able to do something with this.

Leave it with me.

What happened to your solar system?

Nothing.

You might as well tell me who did it,

because we're not going anywhere until you do.

Fine. It was my bully. Can we go now?

We certainly can.

Where does this bully live?

Please let me sort this issue out myself.

I don't want a war.

Just want to get the farm sold as

quickly and painlessly as possible,

before Ajax buries the whole place in shit.

Well, gotta admire his ingenuity.

He needs to move on. We all do.

If Charlie can do it, so can I.

Might have done you a favour.

Too soon?

- A bit. - OK.

What do you call two Knights at a bar?

- Uh... - Sir.

Ah.

Come on, it's my last night. You could at least pretend!

- Hang on. - What, you're leaving?

- Why? - Statistics.

Did you know that there are more

single men per capita in Perth

than anywhere else in Australia?

Thank you, end of mining boom.

April, are you in?

We're having a little mid-week night of yes.

And before you make up your mind, I'll have you know

that Kimberly here has a free supply

of pharmaceutical-grade drugs.

Uh, for hangovers.

Eh, you can do better than that.

Perhaps we'll have a dig around in the samples case.

Yes! That's my girl.

I'm meeting up with friends.

And I'm gonna stick to beer.

Harden up.

You're single. Tequila.

Charlie's gone away?

Permanently, I think.

Oh, Matt, that's not funny.

I'm so sorry.

No, it's good.

At least, it will be when I've drowned

my battered heart in Pale Ale.

This is a bad idea.

You need to be more assertive when it comes to conflict.

I'm leading by example.

You've got to be kidding me.

How'd you know where I live?

Your kid's been bullying my boy.

No, she hasn't.

- Hi, Tilly. - Hi, Floyd.

Seem pretty friendly to me.

Maybe she can explain this.

Maybe your son can explain

why he gobbed on my daughter's T-shirt this afternoon.

Floyd would never 'gob' on anyone.

I did gob on her.

Sorry, Mum.

Well, he'd never do something like that unprovoked.

Victim-blaming. That's great feminist modelling for your son.

Treat women with respect, mate, OK?

And treat other people's property with respect!

- I'm closing the door now. - Good! I want you to.

'Gobbing'?

Yes, for the yes night. I'm in.

- Alright! - What about your friends?

Dumped 'em!

Nah. Married with kids. They need to go home.

As do we. Lucky for us, though,

my very clever younger brother opened

a licenced premises on family land.

- Bit of a sore point. - Not tonight. Armistice.

Come on! What's the hold-up?

God, I love an impatient woman.

Quickie in the car park?

I can't believe you're leaving.

Just as you've become single.

Joking. Let's get maggoted!

Where's Jimmy?

Oh!

Finally got him to sleep.

I think he's picking up on his dad's energy.

He keeps raising his little fist up at me like this.

It's amazing what they know, isn't it?

And Ajax?

Still draining the doo-dahs.

He's not touching Jimmy until

he's completely disinfected.

Should I be worried about him?

He won't stop fighting.

You don't mind that he wants to sell?

I'm heartbroken.

But I'd rather see all my sons in one piece.

Good luck with that.

Here we go! Eh.

- Mmm. - Mmm!

- Oh! - Mmm!

Oh! Awful.

Eugh. That was good.

I might be pregnant this time next year. Can you imagine?

Oh! You'd be a really good mum.

You know, when I first met you, I thought, "Uh-oh. Dead eyes."

Oh.

But you're really nice.

- I'm really not. - Y'are!

- She's not, really. - Thank you!

Harry.

You made him leave.

Oh, the man-bun left? I'm shocked.

Don't judge people you don't know.

Don't trust people you meet in AA.

At least he's brave enough to know that he needs help.

Wait, you didn't, did you?

Oh, Harry, really?

You are a strong, independent woman

who's never needed anyone, especially not

an ex-con with a baby daddy complex.

He's a music producer.

Course he is.

Look, Harry, don't worry.

Hang on a bit longer. I'll be there soon, OK?

- I'm scared, Hugh. - So am I.

We can be scared together.

- Oh, hey! - Aha!

- He's pretty good. - He's very good.

OK. My turn.

- No, no, no. - Oh, sorry.

Sorry, big hero. You do it.

- Yeah! - Yeah-heh-heh!

Oh, let me show you how it's done.

- Ah! - Yes! You did it!

- Oh, that was a cracker! - Whoo!

Whoo!

Aah! Oh!

- Oh! Oh, oh, oh! - Oh! Oh, my leg!

- Shit. - Is she dead?

- Oh! Oh! - Here, quick, give me your shirt.

Oh, yeah. Two secs, mate.

You Knight boys know how to throw one hell of a party.

Oh! Oh, shit.

- This is all my fault. - It was my gun.

My responsibility.

If anyone asks, I was not there.

Uh, Penny!

Yes, um...

So, uh, there's a clean entry and exit wound.

We're just waiting on X-rays to arrive.

Pretty sure that it didn't hit the bone.

OK. This is way too many drunk people.

- Everyone out. - Not Matt.

- Can I stay too? - No.

- I never get to see anything good. - Come on, mate.

Why are you always in the centre of trouble?

What? I saved her life.

Delusional.

Well, her BP's 124 over 70,

her heart rate's 70,

she's as cool as a cucumber.

You are a legend, April.

No, I'm an idiot.

Got carried away.

I'm leaving tomorrow.

Let's see what the X-rays say first, OK?

Stuck with me now, Knighto.

Hugh, what's the difference between

being in love and being in hate?

Well...

Um...

Then I'd probably need some specifics.

I wrote this poem for a girl

but every time I go to give it to her,

I have this irresistible urge to do something mean,

like spit on her.

Can I read it?

- No way! - No.

OK, mini-me!

Don't get your PJs in a twist.

OK.

Here's my advice.

Giving a poem to a woman is a serious business, OK?

Before you do it,

make sure she deserves it...

And you.

Or try ignoring her.

Girls love a bad boy.

I don't think I could do bad boy.

Oh.

I have a bad hit rate with men.

They destroy me.

Or I destroy them.

But you were a drinker then.

Although I'm not perfect.

Punched a cop in the face once.

Yeah, I know.

How?

Well, I looked you up.

Political rally, resisting arrest

and six-month good behaviour bond.

Which I did, the good behaviour thing.

Why did you look me up? Why didn't you just ask me?

Uh, don't know.

You can ask me anything.

Trust and openness. That's what I want.

Promise me.

If you promise not to punch me in the face.

Deal.

Hey.

Hey.

Uh, so, um,

how was the five-star date?

I think your mum needs to check her algorithm.

Oh.

Well, not for you, she doesn't.

I'm not looking, anyway.

It's time to go home now.

See ya, mate.

What if your leg starts bleeding again?

Oh, it's not my first rodeo, Matt.

Literally.

I broke a femur during a tie-down

calf-roping event five years ago.

Compared to that, this is Easy Street.

I'm gonna leave with happy memories

and a really cool scar.

Thank you.

Still up?

It's so hot here, I couldn't sleep.

What's your excuse?

- I've been out with Hugh. - That's a weird alliance.

Weird times.

I found Ivy's mum.

Coming home?

I thought I'd stay and make sure she's OK.

It's nice here.

I'm doing a lot of yoga.

Great.

I told Hugh I wanted him to sell the farm.

Do you?

I don't know.

I did yesterday.

Well, you deserve only good things, Matt.

Don't...

Make it sound like it's not already your business.

You look tired.

Yep. I'm gonna go.

God! Mother of...

Mum!

I've been thinking about Ajax's dream.

- Course you have. - Yeah. 'CTW'.

It's 'cease the war'.

You have to stop it, Hugh. Our family's breaking apart.

I thought you were on my side!

Will you grow up? It's not a game

of red rover on the back oval!

This is about our family.

Mum, I have to sell.

Fine.

Just do it quickly.

I will not lose my family over this war.

Pull!

- Peace offering. - I'm listening.

Once the farm sells,

I'll help you set up somewhere else, smaller, obviously but...

Just you guys.

Thank you. But no.

I've been thinking about my dream. CTW.

It's 'cease the whining'.

Dad was trying to tell me to stop complaining and move on.

He's going to be an Olympic shooter.

The farm's just holding him back.

That's... brilliant.

And you're genuinely OK with selling the farm?

Whatever you need.

Oh! You've answered my dreams.

How's the leg?

Oh, woke up this morning,

total tequila blank.

Stood right on it and, slam!

Flat on my arse.

Painkillers?

Oh, Mia came through.

- Hospital grade. - Oh, good.

Well, sit back and relax,

'cause I'm here to help you pack.

It's good land.

Don't blame Hugh for trying to get the best price for it.

Do you think he's asking too much?

Oh, not to him.

He told you about the cemetery approval, right?

We love the idea of the cemetery.

It'd be like a permanent retirement!

Uh, perhaps we should head over to the homestead.

There's no rush.

Oh, we'd love to see the house.

How much did Hugh pay you to keep me busy?

Well, you can see just how

established the property is.

Been in the family for four generations.

You lied to me!

Uh, if you excuse me.

We've been having some problems with our farmhands lately.

They're fake buyers. Like I wouldn't notice.

Oh, you've been playing both sides and you know it.

Yeah, I'm fighting for a good cause.

Listen, I've been taking care of

this family ever since Dad died.

If it wasn't for me, you'd be off this farm months ago.

Yeah, and now you're making sure that happens!

- Where's Jimmy? - Like you care.

Oh! No, no, no.

Ah! Jimmy!

Jimmy!

Jimmy!

I'm so sorry, Jimmy!

Oh, Daddy's so sorry!

It's all alright, mate. He's fine.

It is so not alright!

- Oh, baby, shh. - He's completely unharmed.

- He still looks scared. - Shh.

Yeah, I think that's wind.

I left him in the car.

He was in there all on his own.

He's with us now. It's fine.

It's OK.

You endangered our grandson's life.

I'm not the one who left him in the car!

Would you take some responsibility?

You promised that you would end this war!

I have. I got an offer from that mob

today, BOP Enterprises.

It was a good one. We got a sale.

Well.

So we can stop fighting about it.

Yes. Good.

You're OK?

I don't think I thought you'd actually do it.

- You told me to. - I did.

Goodness!

Sold.

Sold.

So she just took off to Bali?

Wasn't much left to say.

I want babies, she doesn't.

We're not gonna change our minds.

She's a fruitcake!

You'd make a great dad,

or at least, I always thought so.

Now you're just being nice.

Evidence.

"Dear Diary, I want to have Matt Knight's babies."

- Very funny. - Seriously!

"He's a spunk and he plays really good footy.

"I wish he asked me to go round with him."

I hope you know how embarrassing

it is for me to read this to you.

Oh, "But Mark Harris is also pretty hot. I can't decide."

Not that bit!

Well, you could choose.

You were the cutest girl at school.

I had pigtails and braces.

Totally sexy.

No! You can't read any more!

- I have a patient for you. - Send them in.

- What's with the face? - Nothing.

How's it going with that constable?

Those handcuffs coming in handy?

How dare you?

And... yes.

Hey.

I suppose I'm the last person you want to see.

Fishing accident.

That looks nasty.

Might need to get a sturgeon to look at it.

Oh, dad joke.

Impressive.

You think I should scale it back a bit.

Oh, I'm just hoping you've ffffinished.

Do you think my daughter would let me do this myself?

Smart girl.

Why risk an infection?

I actually took her fishing

to talk about how she's been treating your boy.

How they've been treating each other.

Oh, I think it's more on her part.

Seems like it's a bit of a schoolyard crush.

Love can be confusing.

Unchecked feelings bring out strong emotions.

Sorry I jumped down your throat.

You were protecting your kid.

Penny, I would completely understand

if you don't want to but...

- I was wondering... - I'd love to.

Really?

Make sure you keep the wound clean

and if you need anything, just let minnow.

Uh...

I'll call you.

Great.

Uh, Raph? It's that way.

Is that the new vet?

It certainly is.

He's very handsome.

I don't think you're alone in that opinion, Ken.

Fine. I'll pay.

"Mark Harris and Talia Bradshaw

"went first and used tongues.

"Disgusting! I was so glad that

"Matt didn't want to do that..."

Actually, I did.

We thought it was disgusting!

No, you did! I was totally up for it.

Oh, here we go. "Matt is such a gentleman.

"I know it sounds old-fashioned but it's true.

"He's the sweetest, kindest, most handsome,

"much smarter than his brother..."

This is becoming silly now.

So what's the policy on tongues now?

Shut up, Matt.

- Hi! - Removalists?

Yep.

I'm proud of you, Ajax.

Why?

I lost the war.

I almost lost my son.

I used to leave you in the car all the time.

We all did.

Hugh's gonna pay for this.

Enough of this stupid war.

This has to stop.

You think this is what Dad wanted?

Remember when you broke your ankle?

And you two played that horrible

game every day for three weeks.

- Call of Duty Roads to Victory. - Oh, horrible!

But he did that to teach you about the value of family.

He got pretty good at killing too.

All he ever wanted was for you boys to be united.

Let Hugh buy you another farm, Ajax.

And build something new for your family.

Why did he have to win?

Because someone always does.

I suppose we should look at Patty's new client list.

Oh! She's been busy.

Meryl, what were you going to

tell me about Darren yesterday?

Nothing. So long as you're happy.

I think he might be corrupt.

Well, if he is, it's not a big deal, is it?

Yes! Yes, Meryl!

You have a colourful past yourself, Betty.

I know. I just...

- Thought he was... - Perfect.

No-one's perfect. Why would you want to be?

And I don't want to give him up.

He's beautiful.

And he's kind.

And he does...

Things.

Turn a blind eye.

Forgive him his flaws.

That's 90% of what love is,

living with their flaws.

That's wisdom, Meryl.

I have my moments.

I love it up here this time of day.

Yeah. Dad picked a good spot.

You know, I dream about this land all the time.

Oh, god. Not you too?

It's in our blood, Hugh.

No matter what happens to it.

I kissed April today.

Best way to move on.

Don't know if I want to.

From this farm, or Charlie.

I'm sorry, mate.

But you already have.

You sold it?

Yep.

Record price.

They're not signed.

- No. - Second thoughts?

Turns out I couldn't do it on my own.

Have you got a pen?

Been to Germany?

- Just Berlin. - Is the beer any good?

Delicious.

Listen, you're here in

an observational capacity only.

I'm just the driver.

Don't ruin this for me, Mum.

I'm not gonna gob on you.

You can if you want to.

You can't, actually.

Sorry.

I just want you to know that

I asked my mum for some privacy

but she said anything I had to say to you,

I should be able to say in front of her.

- Sorry, Tilly. - I agree that.

- Thanks. - It's parenting 101.

Guys!

"Roses are red, violets are blue

"I'm really sorry that I gobbed on you."

- It's alright, Floyd. - Thank you.

There's another verse.

"Your hair is shiny

"You are really cool

"If you were my girlfriend,

"I'd tell the whole school."

Who wants some ice-cream?

- Me! - Yeah!

This doesn't count as a date, Penny.

No!

We'll definitely do that without the kids.

- Hey, Hugh. - Harriet.

- Music producer. - It's Phoenix.

- He knows. - I thought you'd gone.

Just needed some time to find clarity and now I'm back.

Well, good for you.

Harriet, I've sold the farm.

I'll be in Sydney soon.

Well, Phoenix wants to be at the birth again.

- Righto. - Why are you being so reasonable?

We made a deal. We're co-parenting this baby.

- I want to do it right. - Don't change on me, Hugh.

It's... it's unsettling.

Take it however you like.

We're having a baby.

I'm gonna be a good father.

Wanna make this work.

I'm gonna hang up now, because

my hormones are betraying me.

You're having a baby with Harriet?

When were you gonna tell us?

Oh, mate.

When's she due?

Uh, she's 35 weeks.

I came to accept your offer of help,

like you're this great dad-slash-brother.

But you don't even want to be part of this family.

Oh, come on, it's not like that!

It's just complicated, you know?

It's so not, actually!

Ajax, I do care about being your dad.

Hey.

I thought tonight we could go for a drive

to that new restaurant on the hill.

Expensive!

It's on me.

I'll just be a second.

Betty?

Oh! Hi!

I was just, um...

Sometimes walking backwards is good.

It just changes your perception on things.

Well, let's go eat some lobster.

OK!

No. God! Damn.

You could just count your money

somewhere else, you know?

- What? - The bribe in your pocket.

I can't blind-eye it if you shove it in my face, can I?

It's not a bribe. I won it.

And now you're lying to my face and

I have to blind-eye that as well!

I don't know what you're talking about, OK?

I won the money on a horse and I want to take you out

and I want to take you home...

- I'm sorry, Darren. - But last night...

I can't do this.

If you would just leave.

Pull!

You fought a good fight.

But now it's time I think we all move on.

What do you think about moving on, Hailes?

I think we should definitely move on

from things that are holding us back.

Guess what my lawyer's name is.

Catherine Thomasina Walker.

CTW.

She's the one that Dad was sending me to.

Thought she couldn't find anything.

Not at first,

but there's this thing, um...

"A will is required to provide

"provisions for the maintenance and support of the family

"and descendants of the deceased persons

"out of the assets of the deceased's estate.

"Clause 1.4."

That's us and Jimmy.

Till it's all resolved, everything's on hold.

You hear that, Jimmy?

Hmm? You saved the farm!

The farm's already sold.

Now, here's a question,

can you sell something you don't actually own?

Are you contesting the will?

Ajax, you're just delaying the inevitable.

Maybe.

But at least I'm not lying to anyone.

Pull!

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