All language subtitles for The.Man.From.Snowy.River.1982.1080p.BluRay.x264-HD4U

♪♪

No matter which way
I figure it,

nowt and nowt still equals nowt.
♪♪

How about
we get Bess in foal?

- Pick up some more broodmares.
- What with?

If we're gonna keep this place,
we're gonna have to get a job-

out of the high country.

Down on the flats?
Yeah.

It won't be too bad.
We can hire out as a team.

Not as cooks.
Watch it.

Must be your music.

All right.
I'll see to it.

Hey, Bessie.

Whoa, Bessie.

Bess, whoa.

Steady, girl.
Steady there, Bessie.

Whoa, Bessie.

Steady, girl.
Whoa there, girl.

I reckon the dingoes
set her off.

Not wild dogs.

- Wild horses.
- The old thoroughbred's mob.

It's been years since he's been
on this side of the ranges.

You're not gonna shoot him!
He's only gonna cause us grief.

Run off our horses.
He's done it before. But, Dad-

There are some good horses
there now.

They'd be worth a fair bit.

Caught and broken they might.
Well?

We could do it.
Keep some of them for breeding.

Then we wouldn't have to go down
and hire out. Hold on, Son.

That horse has been running free
since the day you were born.

Craftiest animal I've ever seen.

Well, who better than a crafty
mountain man to catch him?

You've got your mother's way
about you, haven't you?

We could build a holding yard up on
the flat spur, and drive them in.

No, I don't think so.
We'll yard them on Kelly's track.

Come on. Giddap.

Come on.

Ooh there. Good boy.

Come on. Giddap.

Good boy.

Looks like we're building a fort,
not holding yards.

When we drop this across the track
they'll never get out.

- Bess!
- Jim! The gelding!

Dad!

Dad.

I should have put a bullet
in that stallion.

I'll get you down
to Spur's place.

The gelding's
broken his leg.

We'll have to put him down.

Where's Bess?
She ran off with the brumbies.

Spur's not gonna be
too happy about that.

Spur and me-

We had a lot of dreams.

Lot of good times too.

No!

"United in death,"
the minister said.

- Superstition.
- It's a nice thought, Spur.

It's a great comfort
to widows and fools.

There's more to life
than death, Jim.

Well, that's it, lad.

You can't stay up here.

But... this is my place now.

I own it.
Ownin' it's got nothin' to do with it.

It's who can make a go of it
up here that counts.

I can look after myself.

Maybe. Someday.

- What gives you the right to say who can- -
Look!

You go down
to the low country,

and earn the right
to live up here.

Just like your father did.

Come on.

They blame me for this.
It's a hard country.

Makes for hard men.

Go on.

Whoa.

Come on.

I'll get the fire goin'.

Ηmm. Ahh!

Spur's wallaby stew-

Mmm! Spoken of
in hushed and reverent tones.

Dad was talkin'
the other day...

of you takin'
the harmonium up the mountain.

Ah, your mother's music box.

You know, your father and me brought that
up the mountain with never a scratch on it.

She gave me this seat.
Hmm. Ooh.

Figured I could use it more.

Mmm- How's that mare Bess?
She ran off with the brumbies.

The old thoroughbred's mob.

Ηmm?
The big black.

Yeah.

I remember that animal.

I'll get her back.
Oh, sure you will.

You'll just walk in and pluck her out of
a thousand square miles of wilderness.

I will, Spur.
Sure.

I'll run down that mob
and fetch her back.

Sure, and on foot too.

Come on.

I have no notion
of his breeding,

but he's a mountain horse,
and a good one.

Ηe's yours.

I can't pay you for him.
He's not for sale.

Now, hold on, Spur-
Don't argue.

A man without a horse
is like a man without legs.

Thank you, Spur.
Now I'll get the mare back.

Forget the mare, ya duffer.
Don't throw effort after foolishness.

For you, sir, I could get down
to two guineas an 'ead.

Very kind of you.
Good luck.

Thank you.

I tell you what, sir.
Pounds.

I've got other things
on my mind today.

Damn Yankee.

Who is that?
Harrison.

Ηe'll be getting his colt.

They say it's worth
a thousand pounds.

A colt worth
a thousand pounds?

Mr. Paterson!
Ah.

Listen, I'm sorry
about this blasted circus.

Oh, anything to get me away
from the city.

Especially when it's to bring you
the finest colt in the colony.

Well, he should be,
for the price.

Old Regret-
The last colt she foaled.

Irreplaceable.

Let go, mate.
Let bloody go!

Are you all right, Jessica?

If I needed your help, mate,
I would have asked for it.

Whoa. Whoa.
Easy, boy.

Whoa. Ooh.

You're it!

Well, I think we're all
indebted to young Mr.-

Craig. Jim Craig.
Andrew Paterson.

And that was, uh, Mr. Ηarrison
and his charming daughter Jessica.

Hmm. Charming.
Are you a stock agent, Mr. Paterson?

No. As a matter of fact,
I'm a lawyer, Jim.

Ηow about you?
I've just arrived in town.

Oh. Well, thanks again, Jim.

If ever we can return the favor,
let us know.

I'm looking for work, sir.

Ah. Well, these are
hard times, Jim.

I know that,
but I've got a place to keep up.

- Mmm.
- I've lived on the land all my life,

so I can turn my hand
to almost anything.

- And I've got a good stock horse.
- Have you now?

Well, in that case, I suppose we'd
better try and find you work then.

I'll give you a letter.

I know it's hidden
under your skirt somewhere.

Ya damned old trollop.

Twenty years- You seduce a man
with a speck of gold dust.

Then you tempt him
with a trace of color.

Nothin' but a harlot.

Just like a woman.

Has to have the last word.

How'd you find this place?
I tracked you.

You silly old galah.

You leave a trail
like a one-legged seed drill.

Damn you, Clancy.
Always sneakin' around.

No noise.

I heard noise.

- I heard voices.
- Aha!

Sure sign of old age,
when you start hearing things.

You and your partner still
searching for El Dorado then?

Silent partner now.

Henry Craig's dead.

Oh, I'm sorry to hear that.
Yeah.

Just when good color
was showin' too.

You've been saying that
for near 20 years.

You know, the only way to shut
that mouth is with some food.

Come on.

Been offering me food
for 20 years too.

All I ever get's wallaby stew.

Bandicoot-

Hey! Hey!

- Mountain boy?
- That's right, sir.

Curly. Cut the heifer out.

I'll give you a try.

Usual wages and keep.
Make yourself known to the foreman.

Thank you, sir.

Tasty, huh?

In a toxic, festering
sort of way.

You should advertise this stuff
in The Bulletin.

The new miracle cure
for appetite.

Boy, to think I was gonna
leave you a share of the mine.

Thanks, mate, but I have
my own rainbows to chase.

Yeah, Clancy's vision splendid.

You still obsessed with
those sunlit planes? Huh?

At least I get to see the sun-
and the stars.

It's better than blundering
around in a black hole...

looking for something that isn't there.
Isn't there?

Now, you wait right here.
I'll show you.

Blundering around
in the dark, am I?

Well, wait'll you see this.

Come here.

Take a look at this.

Huh?

Now, that's the kind of color
I've been getting lately.

Ηmm?

It's not much to show
for 20 years.

You must have dug a trench all the way
from California to southern Australia.

That's much better than anything
I ever saw up there in '49.

Now, I put a drive straight
through for 30 chains.

Now I go down, sink a shaft,

and we're smack on top
of the richest vein.

Who's "we," Spur?
Well, Henry Craig's boy.

You remember young Jim.

Yeah, the lad
doesn't know it yet,

but he inherits his father's share,
no matter what it is.

Craig, when you're finished here,
you can muck out the stables.

Yes, sir.

Ηere.

He's a hard worker, that lad.

Yeah, seems willing enough.

I can't understand why
the boss took him on though.

- He comes from the mountains.
- That was a long time ago.

Morning, Mrs. Bailey.

Oh, g'day.
I'm Jim Craig.

Pretty good at shovelin'
that, aren't you?

Pretty smart
for a mountain fella.

Usin' the flat end and everything.
Yeah.

Live like bandicoots
up in the hills.

You diggin' for grubs
there, eh, bandicoot?

Have they given you
the day off?

I'm studyin'
to be supervisor.

Studying to be stupid.

What are you laughing at?

Morning, Miss Jessica.
Morning.

Can I get Kip out for you?
Saddle him up? No, thank you.

I'll be about
my duty then, miss.

Gettin' the hang of it, son?

Keep it up.
I'll be back later to check on your work.

Kip.

What have you
been up to, eh?

Eh?

- Uh, can I help?
- No, no. I can manage.

Show me how you did that.

Easy.

Like so.
The ends through the loops.

There's a trick
to that one.

There's no trick at all.
Let me have a go.

Now- Like that?
This hand up.

Uh-huh.
That's right. Turn 'em in.

Mmm?
That's right.

Pull it through?
You've got it.

And this one goes through there?
The others go through loops.

Pull.
Pull!

Wrong.

What happened?
I don't know.

Craig.

Cool off the horse and stable him.
Yes, sir.

Jessica.

It's called
the tomfool's knot.

You're getting
the hang of it.

I'll be back later
to check on your work.

Why aren't you
at your lessons?

One of the broodmares is foaling.
She'll need a hand.

I didn't raise you to be a midwife
to a herd of horses.

The men can handle that.
I can do it better.

It's not an occupation
for a lady.

A lady. Yes, lady.
Has the word become old-fashioned?

It's become an excuse
to keep women under control.

Please spare me
your aunt's feminist rubbish.

You should be thinkin'
of marriage, children-

The well-known cattle breeder has a
breeding program for his daughter as well.

You keep a civil tongue
in your head.

I don't understand where
this rudeness comes from.

Uh, which bed's mine?

Any one that doesn't
buck you off, boy.

That one's empty, son.
It's yours if you want it.

You can keep your saddle
in the tack room.

- You can stop there yourself if you like.
- Grow up, Curly.

Drop dead, ya old fart. Watch your tongue,
boy, while you still got one.

Deal the cards, Moss.

Uh, two.

They're starting the high country
muster in a couple of days.

Gonna be early winter, according to Kane.
Oh?

Yep. I thought Harrison
controlled the seasons.

I reckon the boss will hold the
muster till Clancy gets here.

Who's he then?
Some kind of top rider, this Clancy bloke?

No. No, he's no rider.

He's a horseman.

Hey, Curly,
look at this.

God. What's so special
about Clancy then?

I told you,
he's a horseman.

A horseman?
Clancy's not just a horseman.

Clancy's a- a magician.

He's a genius.
I've met him.

When I was young.
He and my father were mates.

Mates? Bullshit.

- Mates!
- Mates!

He doesn't have a bloody
mate to save his life.

Whoo! Mates!

Sorry. Beg your pardon, your honor.
Mate to Clancy, eh?

Whoo-hoo!
Mate to-

♪♪

Hey! Clancy's comin'!

What's going on?
Some kind of union meeting?

They've heard
that Clancy's coming.

Ah. They've all come out
to gawk at him, huh?

It's not often they get a chance
to meet a legend.

♪♪

Jim Craig, isn't it?

Been a long time.
Yes, sir.

I'll see to your horses.

Watch him.
He's a hog for water.

Oh, Jim.

I was very sorry
to hear about your father.

He was a good mate.

Clancy.
Kane.

"Go west, young man," they said.
"Go west."

So I did- 10,000 miles further
than they intended.

And I found gold...
in beef cattle.

We made more money
selling meat to the miners...

than they ever dug up
in their claims.

Didn't we, Clancy?
Well, you sold them. I only drove 'em.

Ηe was known around the diggings
as "the California horse trader."

This is the finest trifle
I've ever eaten, Mrs. Hume.

Oh, it's more
than a trifle, Clancy.

It's a charlotte russe.
Charlotte russe!

My dear sister-in-law occasionally
bestows on us simple bush people...

the fruits of her learning.
And it's as well that I did, Harrison,

or Jessica would have been
brought up with the kangaroos,

and we'd be dining tonight
in a bark hut.

Rosemary, you never appreciate the sacrifices
made in building a property like this.

Would you pass
the decanter, please?

Mr. Paterson?

I'm sorry.
I didn't realize-

That women may also enjoy what
custom deems is a man's privilege?

None of your speeches.
Aunt Rosemary is quite right, Father.

Women should have the right to
do anything they're capable of.

Do you hear that?
The notion is like a germ.

My own daughter infected
with your nonsense.

Your own daughter,
as you well know, has a good mind.

She has a way with horses
and an eye for stock breeding.

Now, would you have these gifts developed, or
would you condemn her to domestic dullness?

You should be in a ladies' college,
and not in the stables.

Well, whatever the complexities
of the argument, Mrs. Hume,

you're certainly proof that the
legal profession's been denied...

the services of
a great advocate.

Women lawyers?
Ha. That'll be the day.

That such sweet libation
should have fathered-

I am sorry, madam.

Mothered such a disputation.

Rosemary, if you're finished
with the port-

Quite. Well,
it's a far cry from the dark rum...

we used to drink on the track.
Ah, yes.

Ηere's to those long-gone days
on the trail.

Well, for me they're not long gone,
so here's to their future.

Aw, there's no future
there, Clancy.

I wouldn't swap the sunlit
plains for all the tea in China.

They are a vision splendid.

Clancy! How romantic. Romantic?
Your brain's gone soft.

We've got the railways
and roads now.

Mr. Paterson, we can ship refrigerated
beef to the markets of England, Europe.

That's where the future lies.

You were always a long way
ahead of the old squatters-

- Squatters!
- which is why there are few left.

They tore the guts
out of the country.

They tore the guts
out of the country?

I see the day when we'll be one of the
great food-producing areas in the world.

And you have it all
under control.

Yes, I have, except for those mountains, and
if I had the capital I'd run fences up there-

Praise be
the lack of capital!

Ladies and gentlemen,
may I propose a toast?

Uh, yes.

To our two romantics.

To one who sees what is,
and one who sees what can be.

Lord grant that the two
are compatible.

Mrs. Bailey said
to bring some more firewood.

Hello, Jim.
Good evening, Jim.

- We all seem to be introduced.
- Not all of us, Harrison.

- I'm Mrs. Hume.
- How do you do, miss?

Jim, Mr. Harrison was just talking
of taming the Snowy River country.

You know it better than any of us.
What do you think?

Well, sir,

I think you might sooner hold back
the tide than tame the mountains.

Excuse me then.

That boy has a quality
about him.

Yeah. The mongrel quality
of the mountain people.

Does that include
your brother?

I have no brother.

Well, we'll have an early start
in the morning.

Good night.

"And Laban said
unto him- ♪♪

I pray thee if I have found
favor in thine eyes, tarry:

for I have learned
by experience...

that the Lord hath
blessed me for thy sake.

And he said"- Here.
Last time I saw a saddle like that-

that was at a circus,
you know?

Had a monkey ridin' on it.
Where's your rope, Curly?

Give up?

Lads, I want everyone saddled
and packed by sunrise.

We'll eat
at the Perry homestead.

The only time the boss
eats his own beef-

and he don't know it.
Yeah.

Anything special
we've got to take?

There's been
a change of plans.

You won't be going
on this muster, Jim.

They probably seen that
half-pint mule of yours, eh?

He's a mountain horse, and he knows
that country even better than I do.

I don't make the orders,

but when I give 'em,
that's the end of it.

"...and all the brown cattle
among the sheep"-

Anyone not ready to go by dawn
gets their tail ends kicked.

"...spotted cattle,
and all the brown cattle among the sheep"-

You too, Short Man.
Amen.

"And they were"-

♪♪

Mr. Kane?

Why? Why me?

I think I know.

You'll get your chance, Jim.

♪♪

Don't forget to feed
the chooks, bandicoot.

Perhaps next time?

No, no way.

Good-bye, Daughter.

♪♪

♪♪ Really, Jessica,
you're attacking that piece...

with all the sensitivity
of a road mender.

Now let's begin again,
shall we?

And this time con amore.

And spare me the affectations
of martyrdom.

Come.

Ah. Hello, Jim.
Ma'am.

Uh, Mrs. Bailey said I should
bring this up to save her legs.

Your timing
is Jessica's salvation.

Ηello. Whoops.

Will you join us for tea?

No. I can't, Mrs. Ηume.
Oh, nonsense.

Male company will be a pleasant relief
in this hothouse of female emotions.

Jessica, pour the tea.
I'll get another cup.

Do you mind?
Oh, no. Why should I?

Well,

we're both feeling sorry
for ourselves today.

Neither is where
we want to be.

Yeah.

I think they're trying
to make a butler out of me.

Well, they're trying
to make a lady out of me.

- They won't have no luck.
- Thank you very much.

- Oh, hang on. That's not what I meant- - And
they won't make a gentleman out of you either.

Do you play?

Yes. Just a bit.

Before my mum died
she was starting to teach me.

Do you miss her?

Yeah.

Yeah, I miss her.

I never knew my mother.

I'm sorry.

I bet she was pretty.

Like you.

Oh, thank you, kind sir.

Well, thanks for the tea,

Jessica.

I've got a few jobs to finish
before dinnertime.

♪♪

There.

He's a pretty thing.

There's not a mean bone
in his body.

Curly'll find one.

He does all the breaking
round here.

Curly?

You've got to be firm
with a young horse.

But not cruel.
You work with a horse, not against him.

Really?

That's what my father
taught me.

This is not just
a mountain brumby.

It's no different.

Are you saying
you could break this horse?

Yes.

Well?

What about your father?

He'll be away
for more than a week.

If the job's done before he gets back,
what can he say?

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

Ooh there, boy. Hey.

Ooh.

Bess.

Jim, don't you dare!

Jim!

How's the head?

Mrs. Bailey told me
this is your favorite.

What happened to the colt?
We yarded him.

Is he all right? He's still a bit flighty,
but not hurt, luckily.

There'll be hell to pay
when your father finds out.

Well, he won't find out.
We've all agreed not to tell him.

We? Who's we?
Mrs. Bailey, Aunt Rosemary and I.

I'm not hidin' behind the skirts
of a bunch of women.

Oh, I'm so sorry.

I must remember that
next time you try to kill yourself.

That's nonsense, Jessica. Well, somebody's
got to save you from your own thoughtlessness.

Don't you Harrisons ever get tired
of running other people's lives?

- You ungrateful-
- 'Cause I'm gettin' tired of it.

Well, don't worry. That's the last time
I'll stand up for the likes of you.

Jessica!

You are a foolish boy, Jim.

Ηow many missing?
Twenty at the last count.

Take your horse for you,
Mr. Harrison?

Ηey, where's the mountain boy?
Uh, still in his bunk.

Get! Go on. Go on.

Craig?

You waiting
for breakfast in bed?

What happened?

I came off the- off a horse.

Do you think
you can get back on?

Pick up 20 strays we left up on top?
Yes, sir.

Before those mountain men
get their grubby hands on 'em.

It's good to be back.
At least nothing changes up here.

Hmm.

I saw Bess again, with the brumbies.
Nearly got her back.

I told you not to throw effort
after foolishness.

Forget it.

How are things
goin' on down there?

Not good.
Mmm.

I'm working for a fella
called Harrison.

Ηe reminds me of someone.

You never told me
you had a brother.

- You never asked.
- Well, I'm askin' now.

You just concern yourself
with Jim Craig.

Seems like all you Harrisons
have got it in for me.

Have you seen Jessica?

Yeah.

What's she like?

She's a Ηarrison.
Hmm.

I'm gettin' out
after this muster.

Ηenry Craig's son quitting?

You sayin'
I should stick it out?

You can learn more
from Harrison than you know.

I'll be searching
for his strays for weeks.

Not if you know
where to look.

At the first hint of snow, every beast
on this plateau heads for the bluff.

Warm pocket, good forage-

Gather 'em up
with a butterfly net.

How do you know?

Well, I don't always
eat wallaby, son.

Huh?

"Grubby hands."
Harrison was right.

I'd say prime
two-year-old Hereford-

Mm-hmm.
fattened on mountain pasture.

Mmm.

You might make
a good cattleman yet.

Cool off this horse
and stable him.

Hmm. Come here.

Whoa.

What happened
to the colt?

The wild horses came down.
Ran through the place.

They set him off.
I'm asking Jessica.

A bruise on the foreleg.

Black soil from the bottom
paddock still on the hooves.

And a girth mark around
the horse's belly. Huh?

You're an intelligent girl,
Jessica.

What does that
add up to, huh?

Your old friend
is still alive.

The stallion.

He was leading
the brumbies.

Who rode the colt?

We were breaking him in-
We?

Jim's very good with horses.
That mountain boy.

Now wait.
It wasn't his fault.

He was riding it
when the brumbies came down.

Ηe went to save the stock horses.
What stupidity.

To save stock horses
worth a few shillings,

and risk a colt
worth a thousand pounds?

You can't blame him for that.
It happened too suddenly.

Well, suddenly
he's finished here.

He gets off this place
the moment he gets back.

There's a train tomorrow.
Take Jessica with you. Father, please-

You will board at the Presbyterian Ladies'
College.

No. I won't go-

You're as deceitful
as your mother.

You wouldn't dare break the
spirit of that wretched colt...

the way you've just crushed
your own daughter.

My daughter? Hmm.

You really believe that?
Oh, when will you give up this obsession?

You tell me.
Matilda's your sister.

You see other people so clearly,
but look at yourself.

What if the night you fired those
shots your aim had been better?

What then?

Now all we need's a butterfly net.

Giddap, girls.

Giddap.

Giddap, girls.

No!

Aah!

I don't understand.
She's never done anything like this before.

They've been drinking since
they got back with the cattle.

The weather turning bad,
we gotta find her quick.

They're not gonna be
any use to us.

What? The men are drunk.
They won't be any use to us.

I want them ready to ride
in 10 minutes.

Yes, sir.

All right. Up.
He wants all men.

Moss, you got five minutes
to be dressed and outside.

Curly. Curly!

God save us.

Come on, old man. I need you.
It was him or me.

You better be careful
what you say in your sleep.

Now, Jessica's gone
and got herself lost.

I need a tracker,
and you're it.

I can't even see to find my boots.
Well, come without them.

Five minutes!

Whoa.

Boss, the men
are exhausted.

And there's a storm coming up.
And my daughter's out there in it.

In a few minutes,
we're not gonna be able to see anything.

Then stay here and rot.

Kip? Jessica?

Jessica?
Jessica!

Jessica!
Jessica!

Hyah!

Boss, there's no hope of finding
any tracks after all that rain.

Better keep looking.

Jessica!

Jessica!

Jess!
Jess!

Jessica!
Jessica!

Jess!
Jess!

Ηelp!

Ηelp me!

Oh, help.

Jess?
Jess?

So that's it, eh?

No more workin'
for the old- your father.

I never thought
I'd be sorry about that,

but I am.

Why are you sorry?

I'll miss seeing you.

You won't miss seeing me,
'cause I'm not going back.

Come on, Jess. You can't-
No, listen.

When I was trapped
on that cliff, I was terrified,

but that passed, and...

I started to see things very clearly.

All I wanted was to see
you again- to be with you.

Nothing else.

And so I hung on
until you came.

Jess, I-

I have to take you back.

But I'm not going back.
They'll be worried sick about you.

I don't care.

There'll be men out lookin' for you,
riskin' their lives.

Anyhow, I've gotta
get the cattle down.

- Ηaven't you been listening to me?
- Yeah.

It's just that...

I have to finish this job.

I'll take you to Spur's place
and come back for the cattle.

I'm sorry.

It's just everything
seemed so clear to me.

I'm sorry.

It's so peaceful here.

It's like we're the only
two people on Earth.

You ready then?

Oh, Jim, it's- it's beautiful.

But wait till that gets here.

It changes so suddenly,
doesn't it?

One minute
it's like paradise, and...

the next,
it's trying to kill you.

Yep. That's how
it can be up here.

But, uh,

if it was easy to get to know,
there'd be...

no challenge.

You've gotta treat
the mountains...

like a high-spirited
horse.

Never take them
for granted.

It's the same with people too.

Gone.

Nothing. No color.

Jezebel!

Lovely creature.

That's what you've been trying to
tell me all of these years, huh?

That you're up here.

Spur.

Spur!

Damn.
What a strange place.

Who is this Spur?

I thought you knew him.

Well, why should I?

You wait here.
I'll check down at the creek.

Spur?

Ηello?

Well, he's not down there.

Jim? Jim Craig!

Jim, my boy!
They said old Spur was mad, huh?

Mad, huh? Yahoo!
Are you all right?

I never felt better
in my life! Hi-

Matilda.

I found the gold.

I'm Jessica.
Jessica Harrison.

Oh, Jessica.

- You've grown up.
- Jess,

this is Spur.

And, uh, he's your uncle-
your father's brother.

One of life's injustices.
You never get to choose your own relatives.

Uncle?

Let this be
a lesson to you, Jim.

I find a little bit of gold,
and suddenly,

after all these years,
the relatives turn up, huh?

Why do you keep
this portrait of my mother?

Uh-

Well, the prettiest visitor I've ever
had and not even a cup of tea. Come on.

What are you trying
to hide from me?

I'm not a child.

Uh, Jessica,

uh-

There's a lot of pain...

and suffering when you
try to dig up the past.

Look, Spur.

Jess has to get home,
and I've gotta go back for the cattle.

Can you take her down?
Sure. Sure.

You look after her
for me then.

Oh, I'll look after her,
like you were my own daughter.

I won't be
far behind you.

And don't touch his wallaby stew.
Why, you ungrateful tyke!

There'll be no
wallaby tonight.

I'll kill the fatted calf.

Come to think of it,
I already have.

Hyah.

Come on.

It was silly, I suppose,
but I was so angry.

Yeah. And then I couldn't think
of anything else but seeing Jim.

No harm done. What's the sense of being young
if you can't be impulsive now and then, huh?

Now, the tablecloth.
No expense spared,

and you can read the news
while you're eating.

Aha.

They charge you three guineas excess
for the cobwebs down in the city.

Glasses?
On the shelf.

Oh, these must be
quite valuable.

Matched pair.
They're both broken.

Jessica, take this plate and
follow me to the cool room.

Now for
the piéce de résistance.

Ah. You raise beef.
Oh, well-known for it.

Small, modest herd...

made up of poor creatures
who've lost their way.

And, uh, "Η" is for-

Uh, "homeless."

Thank God she's safe.

Where is she?

She's on her way home.

Why haven't I ever
been told about Spur?

Well, was my mother
unfaithful or-

Oh, nonsense girl.
Was she?

What did Spur tell you?
Nothing.

Aunt Rosemary, please.

About 20 years ago,

two brothers fell in love with the
prettiest girl in the district.

Oh, she was young,
and life for Matilda was like childish games.

Well, both the men wanted her hand in
marriage, but she couldn't choose between them,

so she decided that the first one to
make his fortune would be her husband.

She hadn't the faintest idea...

what chain of events
that would set in motion.

Well, one of the men scraped all his savings
together and gambled in one bold throw-

a horse named Pardon
in the Cup.

It won at 50-to-1.
He was wealthy.

Father.

And Spur?

Ηe went looking for gold.

My dear Mrs. Bailey, tell me,

by what magic did you transform
this humble farmyard chicken...

into such delicate
ambrosia, hmm?

You do go on.

And you gave me
my favorite piece too.

Oh?
A plump breast.

Unless it be
tenderloin.

Ooh! Ooh, ooh.

Mrs. Bailey. Oh, you're
a cruel woman, Mrs. Bailey!

Dear! I'm sorry.
Are you all right?

Ooh, the moment I walked in here,
I said to myself...

this is a woman...

to satisfy
a man's appetites.

I didn't expect you
for a while.

So I see.

How's Jessica?
She's fine.

Uh, Spur was, uh,
just helping me get her supper ready.

Ah. You're still here.

Well, you'd better not be when your
brother gets back. We're on our way.

I'm too old to play
the prodigal son.

Uh, thank you, Mrs. Bailey.

And come on, Jim.
After I see Jess.

Hey, I think
we'd better be going.

We'll let the weather clear a bit.
I want to see her.

Hyah.

Yes?

Forgive me?

You're back.

My thanks to you for my
daughter's safe return.

Kane speaks highly of you,
says you'll make a good cattleman.

I've got a few ideas.

Well, maybe I can be
of some help to you.

It's time we had a talk.

You just rest, Jess.

Come.

When did you find Jessica?

Yesterday morning.

Oh.

Sit down.

You're very fond
of my daughter, huh?

I love her.

Hmm. Love.

It's a goddamn strange
sort of love.

Well, would you call it love to take a
girl who'd been brought up to this...

and put her in
a bark hut, hmm?

We'd make do.
Living on air?

Watch her grow old with
hard work and childbearing?

I'd look after her.
Mm-hmm.

Anyway, why don't you ask her?
The decision is yours!

If you've a spark of manhood in you, you know
the right thing for you to do is to walk away!

Now hang on! You're not the only one
who can make something out of life.

I've got plans
for my own place.

Then make your plan
with someone else's daughter.

I didn't carve this place
out of the bush...

to see Jessica run off with the
first fortune hunter to come along!

You bastard!
Jim!

Ηow dare you
come in this house.

My long-lost brother.
Didn't recognize you without a gun.

Get out.

Gun? What is going on?

Come on, Jessica. Back to bed.
No. I'm sick of secrets.

I want to know. Jessica, get to bed!
And both of you, get outta here, or I'll-

You'll what?

Blow off the other one?
Spur, please.

I only shot to warn you off.

I'd hate to be around
if your intentions were serious.

Father.

Tell me what happened.

Jessica, go to bed.
No. I have a right to know!

Oh, for heaven's sake,
Harrison.

Let's get this thing out of
the way once and for all.

Spur gave your mother a wedding present,
a young colt-

Old Regret's first foal-

but your father couldn't stand the thought
of another man giving her anything.

I wanted to shoot the animal, but...
I couldn't.

Well, I'm glad to see
you draw the line somewhere.

Your mother feared for the horse,
and she turned it loose.

Spur saw it running free,
and he came to tell her,

and your father
found them together.

Oh, it was all quite
innocent, but...

your father was in a rage,
and Spur was shot.

Matilda decided to leave.
Enough!

In a way, she did go
of her own accord,

when you were born.

You're more a part of this,
Jim, than you realize.

Matilda's colt is now
the old stallion.

He leads the brumbies.

Now, who's to judge a man the rest
of his life for one impetuous act?

It happened a long time ago.

I want to forget it,
bear no malice.

Hey, don't worry.
It's just the beginning, not the end.

Well-
Spur.

Ηmm?

I haven't had so much
feminine attention in years.

I like it.

I'm leavin' too.

- Then I'm coming with you.
- No.

It couldn't work, Jess.

Ah, that's nice. You've come to open
the gate for your crippled brother.

You've said enough tonight.

Turning Jessica against me,

just as you did Matilda
years ago.

You misjudge the girl,
just as you did her mother.

- Whose child is she?
- Ah.

Poor Mr. Harrison.

You owe me the truth.

If you really knew Matilda,
you could never ask that.

Of course she's yours,

but you don't deserve her.

Hyah.

Ah, bandicoot. Oh.

So you're movin' up
to the big house, boy, eh?

What, did you- did you break in more than the
colt while you were up on that muster, eh?

Did you have to use
your spurs, boy?

You've got the mind
of a gutter rat, Curly.

Curly!

Lose the bottle.

I did it before, and so help me,
I'll do it again.

You son of a-

A man can be hard to find
in the mountains.

You're welcome
at my fire anytime.

That horse is worth
£1,000, Moss.

You know how much
money that is, eh?

You know how much money?
Huh? Oh, yeah.

Yeah? That's more than you'd earn in a
lifetime workin' for that prig Harrison.

Yeah.
Well, I'm gonna fix him.

That fixed him.

Who?

The bandicoot, you idiot.
They'll think he did that.

Whoa.
Well, it's definite.

We found clean tracks.
The colt's joined the brumby mob.

Well, at least he's not been stolen.
Somebody set him loose.

No prizes guessing who.

Every man from every station about
will be here by morning.

Did you find Clancy?
Not as yet.

Well, get him.
That man's part bloodhound.

We'll get
the colt back, boss.

No, thanks.

You don't drink
with your partner?

Partner?
The gold mine.

Your father always had
a half share in it.

It's yours now.

Do you reckon there's
enough in it for two?

You better have a drink.

It may be the only thing you
ever get out of the partnership.

In that case-

Jesus, Clancy.
You're gonna give me a heart seizure.

You never could hear anyone else when
you were doin' the talkin', mate.

G'day, Jim.

Thought I'd
find you here,

staring at
the mountains.

Yep.

Only place
I'll ever feel at home.

Aren't you headin'
in the wrong direction?

No.

Headin' back to Harrison's.
Demon for punishment.

Somebody let
Harrison's colt go.

What?
The colt from Old Regret?

He's joined
the brumbies.

There's a mob of us goin'
after him in the morning.

I thought you might
wanna be in it.

Well, they said you were,
uh, good with a horse.

What's the first thing you do
when a horse bucks you off?

You don't let him beat you.
You get straight back on.

Well?

No, Clancy.

Oh, well, that's a shame.

Ηarrison's
blaming you for it.

Why?
Me?

And you expect me to
go back and help him?

It's askin' too much
of a man.

"Man," did you say?

That's what my father raised me to be.
Ah, yes.

I often think of
Henry Craig.

He was a good man.

Well, maybe
it's just as well.

Yeah, they probably wouldn't
let him ride with us anyway.

No.

Right.

Where's Clancy?
He's not here.

Damn it.

We can't wait.

Gentlemen,

I appreciate the speed with
which you responded to my call.

My colt-
the colt from Old Regret-

is running with the most cunning
mob that ever crossed the ranges.

Now, we must be careful.

I've positioned scouts
to send up flares...

as soon as they're sighted.

Now- Whoa.

Thank you, Clancy.

I need your help.
I'm ready.

Look at him.

Come to survey
his handiwork. Kane!

If he'd done it,
he wouldn't be here.

You believe that?
Get him off my property. Yes, sir.

Hold it!

Both he and his horse
are mountain-bred.

I think he should
come along.

We don't need him.
I asked him.

- You did what?
- I want him along.

As you wish.

Ηe'll dig his own grave.

You ride with me.

Come on.

Gentlemen,

there will be a reward to be
divided among you as you like...

when the colt is recovered.

£100.

Hey.

Mrs. Bailey!

Whoa.

- All the men have just left.
- Well, where'd they go?

Oh.

Oh, I so wanted
to go with 'em,

but somebody's gotta stay here
and look after the womenfolk.

Right?

How's he pulling up, Jim?

Raring to go.
Thanks for your help.

Clancy,
wheel 'em to the right.

No fancy riding.
Go at them from the jump.

Hyah! Hyah!

Whoa! Ηey!

Ηey, Curly!

Wait for me!

Hup.

You can bid the mob
good day.

Look!

Where's Jim?

Glory be!

Will you look at that!

Ηyah!

Hyah!

Craig.

I promised
a hundred pounds.

It's yours.

That's not why I rode.

There are a dozen
good broodmares in that mob.

I'll be back for them.

And for whatever else is mine.

I don't like to repeat myself.
She's not for you.

Jessica can make up
her own mind about that.

You've got a long way to go yet, lad.

Ηe's not a lad, Brother.

He's a man.

He's a man!

The man from Snowy River.

Whoo-hoo!

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