All language subtitles for McLeods.Daughters.S05E09 - Body Blows.en

(gentle music)

Previously on "McLeod's Daughters."

Save the tree, save the tree.

Save Gungellan's history.

Save the tree.

Now look, if you don't win that trophy

don't bother coming home.

Of course I'm gonna win it.

(grunting)

Harry.

Sorry dad, you all right?

Oh yeah, it'll take more than a fairy punch

to keep me down.

You're a real piece of work, aren't ya?

I'm just protecting your interests.

You want your brother to walk all over you?

(grunting)

Oh stop, it don't you dare!

Make you feel better, Alex?

You mongrel!

I gather you've heard the good news.

(heavy breathing)

What are you gonna do hit me again?

Hey?

It's alright,
I know exactly how it happens.

Someone just snaps,
you can't stop yourself.

What, so it's all your fault I'm a hothead?

It's probably where you got it from, yeah.

(metal clanging)

Oh.

(heavy breathing)

I know you're in here.

Harry!

(glass crashing)

Harry!

(gentle music)

I've decided to change my will,

I'm making you and Alex equal partners.

(gentle music)

(Terry grunts)

(drill buzzes)

Uh check.

Check check, move a mountain with Meg-

(microphone screeches)

Oh ow!

You know it's a local council election.

Have I gone a bit American?

Presidential is the
word you're lookin' for.

I'm the Drive Day Brewer's
campaign manager.

This is what you get.

People are gonna get
sick my face everywhere.

That's okay as long as
they remember your name.

Now,

I've organized the public
meeting for Sunday,

and Tess is doing the direct mail

right after lunch with the enemy.

Speak of the devil.

(engine rumbles)

(whistles)

I like the new bell there Terry,
very snazzy.

Yeah man.

(door shuts)

Bag of heat beads,
thanks Terry, on the account.

Barbie, eh?

What happened to equal time rules?

I don't see my face up there.

Oh, we didn't want to scare the chooks,
Harry.

We need the eggs, mate.

You still campaigning for that garbage tip?

Well,
people gotta put their rubbish somewhere.

I agree, but that site is not the place.

Come on, it's a wasteland,

what else are they gonna do with it?

Turn it into a refuge
for endangered wildlife.

Spare me the bleeding heart stuff, please.

Uh, ding ding, end of Round One,

we'll let the voters decide, eh?

Oh, Terry?

Gonna need a bag of heat beads.

Yeah, I know, I've just put them

in the back of the ute for ya.

Right.

(suspenseful music)

Get rid of that stupid bell, will ya?

(door slams)

(horses neigh)

(suspenseful music)

(horses whinny)

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, steady!

Harry Ryan?

Who wants him?

I'm looking for Harry Ryan.

If you're after work,
you need to speak to my son, Nick.

(engine revs)

(theme music)

♪ It'll take some time to find your heart ♪

♪ And come back home ♪

♪ You could walk for miles ♪

♪ Cross every river ♪

♪ And find you're not alone ♪

♪ 'Cause I'll be there ♪

♪ Oh oh oh oh ♪

♪ Oh oh oh oh ♪

♪ You're not alone ♪

♪ Oh oh oh oh ♪

♪ Oh oh oh oh ♪

♪ 'Cause I'll be there ♪

♪ Ooh ♪

(bull moos)

A girl on a bike asking for work.

Girl on a bike, not here.

Maybe you're right, another time waster.

Sandra?

Yep?

Get him to watch that rope, will you?

Your bull's supposed
to be parading in a show,

not walking in the park.

Will do.

(bull bellows)

Listen,
those steers are still down by the creek.

Yeah, I know.

I thought I told Alex to move them.

(engine runs)

Hey, Harry.

You're supposed to move those steers

into the top paddock.

Better off to let the pasture improve,
isn't it?

What for?

I can put my new breeders
in there with my bull.

That bull, waste of money.

Not if you expand the breeding side

of the business, it isn't.

We've got enough bulls.

And we should be using
them to market ourselves,

stud fees, AI.

That's not what we're about.

Well it should be.

Look, I want those steers moved.

Fatten them up, sell them off.

He won't sell at all.

He's just stirring you up.

Well it's working.

Roy, good job.

(cow moos)

Parade your bull at the Hereford show?

Yeah, why not?

Alexander the Great.

I just bought him,
he's a deadset winner, Jod.

I heard Sandra was
entering the Counselor's bull.

So?

So, she isn't gonna be too impressed,

if you show your bull too.

She's a big girl, Stevie, she'll cope.

Alex, I'd love to.

Done deal, then?

Alex, I've never paraded a bull before.

What's there to know?

You walk it around, it wins a blue ribbon.

Actually,
bull presentation isn't that easy.

I studied it in college.

Did ya? Nice.

You can give Jodes a few pointers then.

I don't know.

Come on.

Look, you're a fast learner,
you're great with animals.

And you used to strut your
stuff in front of an audience.

Oh, so now you're comparing a bull show

to the Miss Gungellan Quest?

Funny,
I could have sworn she worked for Drover's,

not Killarney.

Listen you, I have talked to Tess.

She's willing to trade Jodi's time

for a service with my bull, 40 head.

Oh, that's not bad.

Well, if you think I can do it.

Trust me, you're perfect.

I thought we agreed.

We only enter the Counselor's bull.

Typical Alex.

Probably getting his bum
kicked will teach him a lesson.

Not scared of a little competition,
are ya Sandra?

From you?

Alright, if I could just say a few words.

Like we can stop you.

(Tess giggles)

In case you're wondering,

this is an anniversary lunch.

Today's the day I

first settled contracts on this place

all those years ago.

So for me, it's a family occasion.

Even if part of that family

belongs to the opposing political camp.

Oh, I'm just expanding the gene pool,
Harry.

Yeah 30 years ago, I dreamed of building

the biggest and best
property in this district.

Somewhere the Ryans could be proud of.

'Course I was under no illusions,

I knew it wasn't going to be easy for

a tent fighter and a truck driver like me.

That's why I bought myself
a little boxing glove pendant,

to remind me of where I'd come from,

and the fight that lie ahead.

See me through a few stashes too,
let me tell ya.

Probably a few more,
if a certain pigheaded son

keeps thinking he knows
better than his father.

I should've learned by now, right Harry?

Anyway, I'd like to propose a toast.

If we could all raise our-

(mysterious music)

to Killarney!

To Killarney.

Killarney.

Cheers.

(glasses clink)

Here you go.

What's this?

My notes from college,
everything you need to know

about bull training and presentation.

Presentation?

Yeah, clipping, grooming.

A bull's gotta look it's best.

I have to tszuj the bull?

It's all part of the
psychology and strategy

of cattle judging.

Kate,
I really think you should be doing this,

not me.

Kate, can you help us with the water pump?

Yep, be right there.

Kate, I really don't think I
can handle a bull on my own.

Look, Alex has faith in you,

and so do I.

Just remember that when you first meet,

you need to bond.

Bond, right.

Hi, I'm Jodi, do you come here often?

So Tess, is Meg keeping
you busy leafleting the district?

Yeah, we're doing okay.

Mm, shocking waste of paper,
you know, for a Green Drip.

You wanna be careful,

or there'll be no more trees left to hug.

Alright, what's going on?

A bit of paper-free communication.

Nick?

(plane flying)

Local pilot's doing
some sky writing for us.

Strike of genius.

Actually it was Nick's idea.

Like father, like son, huh?

Well he is a Ryan.

Money can only buy so many votes, Harry.

(silverware clanks)

It's okay.

Whoa!

I'll get it.

Must have slipped.

These politicians and their liquid lunches.

(Tess laughs)

Maybe you should spend
more time doing what you're told.

Sorry?

You're meant to get those
steers up in the top paddock,

and they're still there at the creek.

No Harry, we've been over this, mate.

It's excuses Alex,
it's all you're bloody good for.

Next time I want something done properly,

I'll know who to ask.

Right, Nick?

Alex has said he'd take care of it, Dad.

Not fast enough for the old guy, obviously.

Thanks for lunch.

(dishes clatter)

(dramatic music)

(engine revs)

(slow dramatic music)

(cattle bellows)

(dramatic music)

Let it go, mate, it's not worth it.

Pfft, like a pit bull, hangs on,
won't give an inch.

Let him cool down.

Have a word to him.

It's a laugh the way he
goes on about family,

like it's a such a big deal.

I think it is to him.

Whatever chance he gets,
he rubs my nose in it.

It's not just about you,

we've both been on the receiving end of it.

Yeah, should never have left Willow Vale.

He was crook, he needed us.

Yeah, and now he's all better.

It's time me and Harry had a little chat.

You got 'em?

(engines start)

Got those cattle moved quick.

Nick's taking care of it.

Just for a change?

You've gone looking for trouble, don't you?

What was that?

Your bull doesn't stand a chance.

Right.

Well we'll see what the
judge says about that.

If you're looking for Harry,
he's gone into Fischer.

Campaign business.

Was he right to drive?

I tried to say something,
he wouldn't listen.

Just for a change.

(car cruising)

(mysterious flute music)

(tires skid)

What are you blind or something?

You ran me off the road.

Well you should look where you're going.

You came right at me.

You okay?

You look like death warmed up.

No, I'm fine.

I'm on my way to (pant) Fischer.

(suspicious music)

I'm with a boxing troop.

Yeah, I got plans.

Yeah?

Build up the trucking business.

Sell it off, buy some land.

Place for Liz and the boys.

I don't think a man's a man

unless he's got something
to pass on to his kids.

One last shot at immortality.

Years to come,
people are gonna look at this and say,

"Harry Ryan built this place."

(mysterious flute music)

Here.

(Harry pants)

Oh, just

so tired.

I just-

I just need a rest.

(dramatic music)

(people chatter)

Rightio, five minutes only.

Gonna drop this little
fellow off at the surgery,

and get to Drover's.

Oh good, you can drop
this box of leaflets in to Tess.

Did you check my notes
for the debate with Harry?

Ah, yes, a bit worried about that.

Now there's a danger you'll be seen

as a one-issue candidate.

I am a one-issue candidate.

I'm standing against the garbage dump.

Yeah, but look, Harry knows he can't win

on the dump, right?

So he'll try and exploit
like a policy in other areas,

make it sound like you don't
know what you're talking about.

Oh, then I'll sound like most politicians.

But the art of politics is
to cover your backside.

Okay, I'll be a two-issue candidate,
for and against,

and I'm against the dump.

And what are you for?

Anything Harry's against.

Bingo, now on transport, you are for

upgrading freight train services.

Um hmm, on environmental grounds of course.

How do you guys figure that?

Luke.

Well according to research,

every freight train takes
100 trucks off the roads.

Oh great, well I'll just turn up for work

on Fridays then, huh?

Truck stop with no trucks.

Um, railways is really a state matter,

it's not really local counsel.

Um, it's just policy, that's all.

We're not really fighting for it.

Fair enough.

I'll get back to work.

(upbeat music)

That should be enough, won't they?

Ladies.

Hey.
Hi.

There's a rumor going around

you have some cattle that need checking.

Ah, yeah.

Oh, and an extra service.

More leaflets for Tess.

Oh that will make her day.

She's going through
envelopes-stuffing withdrawals.

I hear Jodi's handling
a load of bull from Alex.

Yeah, she's pretty nervous,
but I'm going to help her

with the grooming this afternoon, so.

Well I wouldn't bother too much,

she could just turn up on the
day and impress Tony Bright.

Who?

Tony Bright, judge of the Bull Show.

Oh, um, impress him how?

You know.

(swanky music)

I know?

Why Alex got Jodi to parade the bull.

Everyone knows Tony
Bright's got a bit of a thing

for blondes.

That is everyone, except you, knew that.

Right, well,
mustn't keep the cattle waiting.

Piddle pip.

Piddly poo.

(birds chirping)

(nature sounds)

Hello?

(buzzard cawing)

(door slams)

Harry.

Some idiot ran me off the road.

Oh my God, are you alright?

Yeah, I'm fine.

You had a couple of drinks?

Oh don't start, will you?

Just leave me alone.

(glass shatters)

(mysterious flute music)

Where the hell's my pendant gone?

Listen Harry.

Whatever it is,
can we just leave it to later?

I don't want to leave anything until later.

I'm not here to be your hired help,
alright.

If you can't trust me
to do the job properly,

then I'm wasting my time.

Well just go then.

(door squeaks)

(door squeaks)

Go, cut and run, that's what you always do.

I'm not running from anything, old man.

I'm walking away from your mess.

Wake up, Alex, I'm the one

who's done the hard yards around here.

Yeah, like I've had my
feet up for the last 15 years.

The world doesn't owe you a living, Alex.

Neither do I.

Yeah, why is that?

Because I'm not a real Ryan?

Alex, settle down, mate.

What did you say to him this time?

Forget it.

Need to get that pendant.

Bitch.

What are you talking about, Harry?

(engine starting)

Wait up.

(truck speeds off)

(birds singing)

See, here's the spot, just down here.

Maybe you dropped it somewhere?

Na, she must have stolen it.

That's where she boiled the billy.

No fire here,
hasn't been for awhile by the looks of it.

Look I know what I saw.

This is the place, she was here.

Your son's walking out of your life,

and all you're worried about
is your damn boxing glove?

(mysterious music)

(suspenseful music)

Harry and I, we're just too different.

(laughs) Or too alike.

Maybe it's for the best.

Yeah it is, for sure.

So what's the plan?

Well for starters, I'll get my stuff

and move back to Willow Vale.

That is a good idea.

You could really make
something of that place.

Not this time, mate.

What do you mean?

Well, I'll be there long enough
to work at what I'm doing,

then I'm off.

What, you're leaving?

Yeah, maybe head up to Queensland.

I don't know.

You can't.

I haven't got a choice.

That's so dumb.

That is so dumb!

That's like something I would do.

Just give it time, think it through.

Stevie, I have.

I'm leaving.

(dramatic music)

I won't pretend it's not a bit tricky.

Tricky?

It's Terry's livelihood.

It's also the credibility of
your campaign on the line.

But we're not fighting this
campaign over freight trains.

I know, but you need a position on it.

Like you need a position
on heritage buildings,

and a new swimming pool.

Oh, of which I'm in favor of.

Unless they want to
put the pool in the park,

in which case you're not.

Because that's where Harry wants it.

Bingo, it's all part of your platform.

You can't go flip-flopping on policy.

Even if it sends Terry bust?

You happy now?

What's up?

I've just been speaking
to a couple of truckies.

They're gonna boycott this place

unless you change your
mind about the trains.

That's blackmail.

That's guys trying to keep their job.

Uh, look, I understand your concern...

Then do something about it,
change your mind.

Now that's enough, all right.

There's such a thing in this
country as freedom of speech.

Alright, we might not agree
with what Meg has to say,

but I reckon she's
got every right to say it.

Thanks, Terry.

Which doesn't mean we have to vote for you.

Come on mate, we've got work to do.

(western music)

(bull groans)

Look Jod, if you don't want to do this,

I'm happy to take over.

No worries, Kate.

This big fellow is mine.

That's 700 kilos of animal.

I'm not sure I'd point an
electrical appliance at him.

Are you here to help,
or do an impression of my mother?

Now come on,
it's time to tszuj Alexander the Great.

(bull grunts)

(exotic music)

You're gonna look so beautiful.

(bull bellows)

Can you rinse this bit off, Kate?

Oh!
Sorry.

Thanks Kate,
wanna watch where you're putting that?

Well do you want it rinsed or not?

Wait, that's my conditioner.

Yeah, it's good stuff, huh?

Geez, I'm glad he doesn't have toenails.

My nail polish is really expensive.

You know, he does have hooves.

Don't even think about it, Jodi.

Okay, I'm really wet.

(Kate laughs)

(blow drier blasts)

He's looking good.

Now much more attractive.

You know Chinese Hair and Nails

taught me everything I know.

We're gonna blitz this competition,
I can feel it.

Yes we are.

Hey Jod, listen, there's something you...

You know, I've had plenty of jobs,

but I've never really
clicked with anything.

This time's different, and you know why?

Why?

Because Alex is actually
trusted me with something,

and I'm not gonna let him down.

Jod.

And I couldn't have done
it without my best friend.

Thank you so much.

No worries, anytime.

You know, I think I'm gonna
go check out Sandra's bull.

(swanky music)

I thought I was fighting

to stop an active environmental vandalism.

Now I find that I'm
fighting for train lines,

and swimming pools,
and goodness knows what else.

Politics, I guess.

Yeah, I've had enough.

Come again?

I've had enough,
I'm pulling out of the campaign.

Hey look,
you don't have to do this for me you know.

I'm not.

I'm being selfish here.

I spend all my time arguing
for things I don't agree with.

You sure?

This way, I can fight for
the things I really believe in,

and just for the things I believe in.

(man shouts on bullhorn)

Well one thing's for certain,

things are going to be a
lot more quiet around here.

You don't stand a chance, mate.

(bull bellows)

They've got a branding iron ready for you

with a big L on it, L for loser.

Right there.

Jodi.

Ooh, hi Sandra.

What are you doing here?

Oh nothing, I just-

I mean I didn't want to disturb you.

I just thought I'd...

See what you're up against.

Yeah, I guess.

But I mean they're both your bulls,

so it's not like we're competing

against each other or anything.

Yeah, that's what we think too.

So what's your expert opinion?

Oh, well, he's not bad.

But I still think my bull-

well actually Alex's-

you know what,
your other bull is the one to beat.

We'll see.

Still I say,
you've been a great sport about this.

Sorry?

Any other girl would
have told Alex where to go,

no sense of humor.

Not like you.

How not like me?

Well you know all about
the judge of course?

It's sexist, it's worse than sexist,
it's blondist.

I'm sorry, Jod.

I wanted to tell you.

Wait, you knew about this from the start?

No.

You know what, because it's like,

everybody in the district
knows about this except me.

I'm gonna be standing in that arena

with an extremely coiffed bull,

while everyone's laughing behind my back.

No they won't, this is about the beast.

This is supposed to be
about the presentation, Kate.

All that work that I put in.

Not whether I'm a cheap
Marilyn Monroe lookalike.

You're gonna have to parade the bull.

No, Jod, no.

Kate,
you are heaps better qualified than me.

Look, I've seen you work this bull.

You can do it.

Yeah, well we both know,
I'm just a hick ho to Alex.

This should have been your job all along.

(motor runs)

(bell rings)

(door shuts)

I'm telling you, Nick, she made tea for me.

Okay, okay, maybe it was somewhere else.

Maybe it wasn't that spot.

Terry, you see a girl on a
motorbike in black leather?

Girl in leather?

Na, reckon I'd remember that.

(mysterious music)

You alright, Dad?

(intense music)

Harry

(bell dings)

Harry.

(crowd cheers)

Harry.

Harry.

Harry.

You want me?

Come and get me.

Dad!

Terry, call an ambulance.

Yeah, right eh?

(dramatic music)

He's gone blue (murmurs).

(intense music)

(motor running)

(dramatic music)

Harry's a fighter, he'll get through this.

Yeah.

How is he?

Was it a heart attack?

No, they don't think so.

They said it was like a mini stroke,
not the first one.

Sandra.

What's happening to him, Doc?

What's with these strokes?

We thought it was his heart.

They're connected.

Blood clots are forming because
of a problem with his heart.

Tests show a thickening of the heart muscle

consistent with cardiomyopathy.

Can we have that in English please, mate?

It's a disease of the heart.

He cannot be that sick,
he's been running a farm.

There's a chance Harry
might need a heart transplant.

We can't be certain of that
until we've run more tests.

Well he had a heart
attack about a year ago,

why wasn't this picked up then?

It would have been if he
hadn't checked himself out early.

I'm sorry.

It's outrageous,
you should be in a private room.

Just leave it, Sandra.

Us cardio guys gotta stick together.

Take it easy.

Stop giving the doctors grief.

Alex.

It's okay, Harry, we'll talk later.

Listen the quack explained
these stroke things to me,

and how it affects you.

You're not always yourself.

Yeah, you're really a big old teddy bear.

The point is,
I might have said somethings...

It's okay, no worries.

Just so you know.

You load out, the man needs rest.

Come on you two.

You should go too.

Yeah, I'll let you get some sleep.

Get some yourself.

(monitors beep)

Sandra.

I'm here.

I'm not going anywhere.

(heavy breathing)

(light dramatic music)

You can't go now, you know that, don't you?

Let's just worry about
the old man right now.

You alright to go?

Yeah, see you tomorrow mate.

Yeah.

He's sleeping.

Well that's probably best.

We were just starting
to make plans together.

I can't lose him.

Not now.

(dramatic music)

Hey.

(Sandra sobs)

It's okay.

(owl hoots)

Nick.

It's okay, just go back to sleep.

Well it's a bit hard with
you tossing and turning.

I'm sorry.

It's alright, you don't have to be.

(Nick exhales)

I'm gonna have to do twice
as work at Killarney now.

I better talk to the bank,
see what I need to sign.

Well it's past midnight,

I think the banks might be closed.

When we were kids,
he always seemed like Superman.

Even after his heart attack,

I knew he was going to fight back.

But this time, it's-

they're talking heart transplant, Tess.

(car speeds)

(monitor beeps)

(patient gasps)

(mysterious flute music)

(suspenseful music)

This is exactly what happened last time.

You're leaving too soon.

He was my age.

Who?

You saw him.

He was old, he was so ill.

He was my age, he had the same thing as me.

Harry, please.

I'll be fine.

And what about your other tests?

Yep, when I'm ready.

You'll have to sign these too, Mr. Ryan.

Get rid of that.

I'm not an invalid.

Bring the car around.

Right.

(birds chirping)

(door squeaks)

Did the doctor say you could go?

Would it matter what anyone said?

Does he even know you're here?

Yeah,
I'd just like to have a bit of a rest,

if it's okay with you two.

Can I get you anything?

No, no.

(door squeals)

(footsteps fall)

(suspenseful music)

(mysterious flute music)

(upbeat country music)

(announcer announces)

(people chat)

Wow, you've got him looking great.

This is ridiculous.

You have to parade this bull.

We've been over this, Kate.

I can't do it, Jodi.

Not when I know how much it means to you.

It's too late now, anyway.

Why?

Hey, came to wish you good luck.

Can you talk some sense in her, Luke?

She won't listen to me.

I'm not gonna parade the bull.

Oh, why not?

Because the judge has a thing for blondes.

And the problem is?

The problem is, even if I win,

everybody's gonna think
it's 'cause the color of my hair.

Oh actually,
same thing happened to a friend of mine.

His car, not his hair.

Have you had the oil in
your brain checked lately?

(laughs) His car was fire-engine red,

and no one would race him
because it looked too fast.

Wow, great story.

Lunch is on.

Harry?

(dramatic music)

Nick.

Nick!

(footsteps running)

(mysterious flute music)

Hey you.

You've got something of mine.

You hear me?

(intense music)

(wind chimes tinkle)

Damn you for taking it.

(suspenseful music)

(truck rumbles)

Harry!

(phone beeps)

Hello.

Sandra, it's Nick.

Listen, he's not here.

I'll head for the creek paddock.

(engine accelerates)

(intense music)

(mysterious flute music)

No.

No.

I've worked too hard for this.

I'm not going anywhere with you.

Not yet.

(mysterious flute music)

(truck stops)

Harry!

Oh God, thank God!

You bastard!

Weak, selfish bastard!

I should hate you forever, but...

(Sandra sobs)

(fair sounds)

(people chitchatting)

How's it going, guys?

Hey, where's Jodi?

Hey Alex.

Who's that with my bull?

You'll see.

(swanky music)

Jodi.

Hi Alex.

What do you think?

I think I wanna kill ya.

All of ya.

Okay, before you say another word,

let me ask you one question, and be honest.

Wouldn't you rather your bull beat Sandra's

based on it's merits?

No, I'd rather just beat Sandra.

Right.

And now you'd better, okay?

Oh did I do the right thing?

Yes.
Yeah.

It's like having a whole new girlfriend.

Okay, not what I need to hear right now.

(people applause)

Last three,
and he mastered two and a half years.

That's you, good luck!

(bull moos)

Now remember, Miss Gungellan.

Yeah, yeah.

(upbeat music)

Keep his head up, Jod.

(intense music)

Bring him in.

Now correct his stance.

Give the judge a nice clean view.

That's it, beautiful.

(fair-goers murmur)

Number five has the characteristics I like.

He's very well proportioned, good muscling,

an excellent growth rate
in reproductive organs.

Congratulations!

(people cheer)

(Luke laughs)

She did it.

She won, whew!

Nice work, Jodi.

You've got blondes
and you've got brunettes.

Aw, that's it.

Hey Nick, look at my ribbon, mate.

Sandra's gonna love it.

Old man's back in the hospital.

I didn't know he was out.

What happened, is he okay?

Yeah, he's had another one of his turns.

He's booked himself in for more tests.

But is he okay, Nick?

Yeah, yeah,
I'll tell you about it on the way.

He's asked to see us both.

Right, wait up.

I want to set the record straight.

Harry being sick isn't
gonna change my mind Nick.

About what?

I made a decision,
I'm not coming back to Killarney.

(dramatic music)

I'm proud of you.

This is the best thing to do.

It's for both of us.

Oh, I almost forgot.

You've been looking for something?

You found it.

Where was it?

Must have been in your pocket.

Been on the bedroom floor all along.

Hard to explain it.

Why don't you hang onto it for good luck?

Hey.

Hey.

How's the patient?

G'day, Harry.

I appreciate you coming.

We've had some great news.

Yeah?

We spoke to the doctor this morning,
no surgery.

That's great.

It is, but yet, we all know

there are no guarantees for the future.

Harry.

Let me just finish.

I know I've bored you all often enough with

stories about building Killarney, but

I didn't work this hard and this long,

to risk it's future.

Which is why I've decided to step down

from running the place,
effective immediately.

Harry.

I've got my lawyers onto the paperwork.

You sure about this, Dad?

Yep.

Killarney's bigger than me.

But I've always been determined

that it should stay within the Ryan family.

Which is why I think it's
best if Alex takes over.

You what?

Naturally I hope you
continue to work together,

but from now on all the
decisions will be made by Alex.

(dramatic music)

I guess this means you're not going then?

I don't know what I'm doing, Nick.

Well you might be feeling a bit guilty,

he's been giving you a hard time all week.

Well you said it yourself,

we've both caught heaps
from him over the years.

Yeah,
well he still crook might change his mind

when he gets back on his feet.

Maybe.

When Harry gets an idea in his head

and he likes to hang on to it,
no matter how dumb.

So you're gonna turn him down then?

(monitors beep)

I got a champion bull to pick up,

and I think I owe Jodi a beer.

After that, it's anyone's guess, mate.

(engine runs)

(mysterious flute music)