(upbeat music) - [Narrator] Previously on "McLeod's Daughters."

- Nick.

(woman laughs) Hi!

- [Nick] Hey.

- What are you doing here?

- Ah, appointment for physio.

- All right.

- I didn't have a physio appointment.

(dramatic music) I just wanted to see you really.

Tess?

(dramatic music) - I don't want it to be over.

- I don't see that we have any other choice.

(country music) (upbeat music) (cars passing) (footsteps thudding) (people chattering) - Excuse me.

- Yeah, I'll be with you in a second.

Sir, there's a table over there, table six.

Just make your way through.

(footsteps approaching) - No more of the big breakfast, we're all out of sausages.

- Oh, third time this week.

- Have I told you you're a genius?

- Yeah, but don't let that stop you.

- Beautiful and talented, and I knew you could turn this place around.

- [Tess] You're making me blush.

(giggles) - I meant every word.

It's perfect here with the two of us.

- Three of us.

- Excuse me, haven't these people heard of cholesterol?

- Luckily, no.

(dishes clanking) - I'm gonna start on the lunch specials.

- Hmm, apricot chicken, another little piece of home.

- A deceased person's home.

- You sure about that?

- There you go, girl, not long to go now.

Ready?

(horse grunts) Hey, what happened to that foal alarm that your dad used to have?

- Busted.

- [Meg] Well, do you reckon we should get a new one?

Blaze is close to dropping the foal.

- Waste of money.

- Well things can go wrong, especially the first time.

- [Claire] They manage in the bush.

(dramatic music) (car engine roaring) - G'day, Jim.

- [Jim] Hey, Meg.

- Thanks for coming so soon.

- Yeah, no worries.

How is Claire?

Well, you did tell her I was coming didn't you?

Oh, thanks for that.

(door knocks) Okay if I come in?

I was just doing a house call out on Mrs. Jacobs, I thought I'd pop in and say good day.

- Didn't she die last year?

- Oh, yeah.

- Meg?

- [Jim] She's worried about you Claire.

- There's nothing wrong with me.

(melodramatic music) What, I'm fine.

I can get up, I can eat, I get through the day.

- Can you sleep?

(melodramatic music) - No one's ever died of a broken heart before.

(melodramatic music) Have they?

(upbeat 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 ♪ (upbeat music) - I've given her some anti-depressants.

- Do you think they'll work?

- Only if she takes them.

Listen, you call me if things get worse.

(car door opens) (car door shuts) - What's worse?

(car engine roaring) (slow music) - Claire, the fencing needs boundary paddock.

- How many times is it this week now, huh?

- How many times what?

- Have I told you about the hay-shed roof?

- Sure, and I was gonna-- - Three?

Four?

- I know, and I was gonna fix it- - That loose piece of iron could've beheaded one of the horses.

- I'll go and do it now.

- Leave it.

You're fired.

(melancholic music) - Did she just fire you?

- Yeah, third time this week.

- You know she can't keep taking it out on everyone else.

You should email Tess again.

- What do you mean again?

- I have sent her a message this morning.

- On Claire's computer?

- No mom, by jungle drum.

What is all this crap anyway?

- Look, I found Tess' Indonesian recipe book.

I thought it might cheer Claire up a bit.

- Great what are we having?

- If I could pronounce it I'd tell you.

(dramatic music) (emails ding) - Is there anything for me?

- No, I'm sorry.

- Hey, what happened to our deal?

Me brains, you brawn, and the brawn gets to do the dishes?

- Meg's apricot chicken was a big hit.

- Yeah, and tonight it's Irish stew.

Every table's reserved.

We need to pick up some more potatoes.

- We, meaning brawn?

- Yes, nice big ones with real dirt on 'em.

- Yes boss.

- Boss.

- [Harry] And by the way boss- - Hey if she's brains and your brawn then what am I?

Background detail?

- We're a team, Tess, me, and you.

(laughing) The way it used to be.

- Yeah, sure 'til Tess hears the call of the wild again.

(upbeat music) (motorbike engine roaring) - Bill, bill, catalog, bill.

- Told ya it wouldn't be worth the trip to the mailbox.

- Well, if you sold those heifers when I told ya you might have had a big check in the mail.

I might take this old nag back to Drovers.

- Nah, just leave him.

- The only thing he's good for is making manure mate.

- Yeah, we're closing up for visitors.

- So she's still moping over that dickhead, is she?

(horse grunts) Is that your best saddle?

- Yep.

(engaging music) - You wouldn't be thinking of doing anything dumb like jumping on that old nag would you?

- Don't be stupid.

- Because you know what they said, if you ride her muscles will seize up.

- Why don't you start in the creek crossing?

- Since when have you become boss?

- Since I bought the place.

- Yeah, thought so.

- Where's Jodi, this is really empty.

- Speak of the devil.

Couldn't find that very old one, I think she's roosting up the ghost gum.

She'll be safe enough up there.

- She probably saw what happened to her name.

Smells great.

- Does, doesn't it?

- Has Tess called or anything- - Shh, shh, shh.

- Well, has she?

- Well, he hasn't said anything yet.

- She must be busy.

- Well, what do you think?

- Tess would like it.

- Well, you can't get a better recommendation than that.

(upbeat music) (horns blaring) - So, does this mean we can actually pay the power bill?

- And the rent and the supplies.

This is just the beginning.

- Tomorrow she's bringing out the heavy artillery.

- I'll have a guess, brig tail soup?

- Worse, beef rissoles.

(laughs) - Rissoles?

- Yup.

- Hey, what's say ya we hit a club?

- All of us?

- Of course.

- Yeah, sounds like fun.

- As long as we don't stay out too late.

- You got a problem with seeing the sunrise?

- No, it's just that my bags are starting to get bags.

- I love the sunrise.

Sunrise over Drovers, the way it sort of creeps up on you over the hill, turns the paddocks to gold and it's like- - What are we waiting for?

Let's get out of here.

- Come on!

(melancholic music) (Claire sighs) (melancholic music) - Goodbye George.

- See ya.

- So whatever happened to leaving at a decent hour?

- Or went out the door with no more drinks?

- Oh, yeah.

(laughs) - How long with, "Last dance, I promise."

Got another hour and we'll see the sun rise.

- Ah, did I ever tell you about the sunrise over Drovers.

- Oh, yes.

- Yes.

It's like magic, you just see it-- - We know, we know.

- About 50 times.

- All right.

- We know.

(animals rouse) - Morning.

- Morning Claire.

How'd you sleep?

- Good.

You might have noticed that I haven't been myself lately.

- Is that right?

- Well, I figured out what to do to fix the problem.

- That's great, Claire.

- Well, for starters, I'm terminating my contract with Australian Bedlines.

- Ah, not because of Peter?

- And, I'm selling Drovers.

(melancholic music) (horse whinnies) - Claire doesn't mean it.

- No way, it's just like firing me three times in one week.

- Or forgetting to fix the fence in Skinny Jim's paddock again.

- Ah, she didn't?

- Yeah, she did, and if we don't want next year's wall check to end up as roadkill, we might-- - Yeah, as soon as we finish up here.

- How can anyone go about selling a farm anyway?

- The usual way, you find an agent, get it listed.

- That would take ages, wouldn't it?

- Six months or more.

- Ah, she'll be long over it by then, hey?

- Sure?

Where would you find a buyer for a big spread like Drovers anyway?

(dramatic music) - How much?

- I'll get a valuation.

We could work it out from there.

- What makes you so sure I want Drovers?

- You've always wanted Drovers.

- Yeah, I didn't think I'd have to pay for it.

Maybe help out with the cost of the next wedding reception.

- Well, you'd have to wait an awful long time Harry.

(Harry chuckles) Well, if you're not interested, fine.

I'll find another buyer.

- Well, they won't exactly be dropping out of the trees.

- They will if I subdivide.

I'll break Drovers up into lots.

- Terry.

Terry!

- Yeah.

- Going up to the top paddock this morning?

- [Terry] Yeah.

- I've got a basket in the kitchen, would you mind-- - Yeah, no worry.

- Thanks.

- All right, Claire.

(glass clinks) (dramatic music) - Hello Claire, what's going on?

- Harry's just agreed to buy Drovers.

(melodramatic music) (footsteps approaching) - It's the last roll.

We're out of soap too.

- And breakfast cereal and (indistinct).

- You know it must be your turn to get out of town, right?

- No need, Fairy Godfather's just arrived.

(car approaching) (car door opens) (car door shuts) - Your mum sends her love.

- Yeah, she send any dunny paper?

- Tell her thanks (indistinct).

Let her know that malnutrition hasn't set in just yet.

- I reckon she's got her mind on other things today.

- I'm more concerned about food poisoning with your cooking mate.

- Well, the secret's clear as having a rough property to thaw, eh?

- Please stop courting, you never do.

- Of course your mom has a wild guest.

- I do my bit considering I don't even own the joint.

- Well, no one's twisting your arm to stay.

You can go whenever you want.

- Yeah, well Harry wants me to unload some hay, so bye.

You better not mention I'm the one that brought you the big news all right?

- What big news?

- Harry's agreed to what?

- To buy Drovers.

I've gotta make a call.

(footsteps receding) - Six months or more, that's what you said.

(melancholic music) (Claire sighs) (phone dials) - Well, the hard grain might've hurt him, but it doesn't seem to have been a problem.

(phone rings) Oh, can you just hold on a sec?

(horse whinnies) Peter Johnson.

- It's Claire.

- Claire?

(horse whinnies) Ah, how are you?

- Good, thanks.

- Great.

I was hoping you were gonna call because-- - I need you to pick up the horses.

- Why would I wanna do that when they're doing so well with you?

- Today, about six.

- But Claire, it doesn't have to be this way, okay?

- See you today then.

- If we can just-- - About six.

- [Peter] Claire, we can just talk about this?

I'm sure we can- (phone slams) (horse whinnies) (dramatic music) (car approaching) - You mongrel.

- I gather you've heard the good news.

- Claire doesn't wanna sell Drovers and you know it.

- Hey, I was doing her a favor.

What are you gonna do, hit me again?

Hey?

(footsteps approaching) - You're not worth it.

- Alex.

- I don't know how you can stand him in the same bed.

- Your son doesn't seem to like the way I do business.

- Why don't you just tell him the truth?

- I don't have to justify myself to anyone.

(car engine roaring) (suspenseful music) (spoon clinking) (sighs) - You know Drovers is her life, where is she gonna go?

- Well, with the amount of money she's gonna get from Harry Ryan she'll have plenty of options.

- Where are you thinking we'll go mom?

Sydney, Melbourne?

- Well, considering our finances, I'd say the caravan park at Gungellan.

- (grunts) All right, that's it.

We have to call Tess.

(upbeat music) (people chattering) - Can I take your plate?

Can I take your plate?

(phone rings) Simon, can you get the phone in your hands?

- Got it.

- No more booking for tonight, we're packing it in like sardine as it is.

- Music to my ears.

(phone rings) - A Cup of Tea, good afternoon.

Oh, hi, how are you?

Yeah, yeah, going well.

Tess?

Great.

Oh, you know what she's like, thrives on nightlife and petrol fumes.

Actually, she's not here at the moment.

Can I take a message?

Yeah, okay lay it on me.

Call Jodi or Meg at cottage.

No problems.

Yeah, as soon as I see her I promise.

Okay, catch you later.

- A satisfied customer?

- Can't keep 'em away.

- Ah.

(dramatic music) (paper rustling) (truck engine roaring) (truck door opens) (whistles) - Roy.

(Peter whistles) - Roy, come here.

(Roy whimpers) Rest of the horses are up in the yards.

Might as well drive straight up.

(melancholic music) Come on.

(horses' hoofsteps receding) - Claire, look.

If you gotta problem with me, Australian Bloodlines does have other reps. (horses hoofsteps receding) It's a big contract.

I don't wanna see ya just throw it all away.

(Roy barks) - I mean I just thought Tess really cared, you know?

- Well, maybe she's busy.

- Too busy to return a phone call or answer her emails?

- Hmm, rock croissant, good.

- No, they aren't no muffins.

Mom left in the oven too long.

- I always like my tucker well cooked.

- You know you're gonna miss mom's cooking.

- So, where you headed anyway?

- Oh, I don't know, anywhere except Gungellan I hope.

(Jodi chuckles) Can't really picture mom as a townie, can you?

- Hmm, she okay.

- Yeah, but she really likes it here.

- I prefer the bush myself, I might stay.

- You aint even gonna try and talk her out of it, are you?

- Well, who's been able to talk Meg out of anything?

- Wake up Terry, okay?

You're the one mum wants, and you're no Brad Pitt either.

- Says who?

- I'm gonna take this tin now and I might be back.

- Jodi, I reckon you should have another go at contacting Tess.

- Why, and give her more messages to ignore?

- Well, make sure the next message is the one that she can't.

(playful music) (doors shuts) (horse whinnies) (truck door shuts) (dramatic music) - [Peter] So, that's it then?

- Not exactly.

My letter of resignation, in writing, as the contract says.

- Do you hate me this much?

Then why?

- Because if I keep seeing you then the pain will never go away and I'll stay like this forever.

- Oh, Claire.

It doesn't have to be this way.

(melancholic music) (Claire sighs) - Yes, it does.

(dramatic music) (truck receding) (melancholic music) (footsteps approaching) (Claire sighs) (melancholic music) (Claire sighs) - No, wait, wait, wait.

Scroll down, down, down, down, down, down.

This is an important newsflash, folks.

Comfort Zone is officially in the black.

- [Both] Yes.

- I'm gonna send Meg the biggest bunch of flowers I can find.

- Oh, but Meg, it was you.

- I think this calls for a bottle of barley and a table at the best restaurant in town, besides ours, of course.

- You know what, I would settle for take away, deep-fried chicken on a park bench as long as I don't have to do the cooking.. - Followed by a long, hot soak in the tub and eight hours of sleep.

- Oh, yeah.

- Hey, you've got mail.

- Who, from Drovers?

- No, Brad Pitt.

- Oh.

- Oh.

Oh, Brad Pitt, I think, is Jodi.

Oh.

(suspenseful music) They've split up.

No way.

Selling Drovers?

You've been deleting my emails.

- Claire's in trouble and she's selling Drovers.

I've gotta get back.

- Tess, I didn't know, I swear.

I thought they were just emails.

I thought they'd make you homesick.

Please, hear me out, Tess, it was a bad idea.

- A bad idea?

Ya lied to me.

- I know and I'm sorry.

I didn't want you to leave again.

Pathetic, isn't it?

It's not the same without you, Tess.

Look at what you've done here.

You've turned it around.

It's not about the food.

You could've served up cold spam and it wouldn't matter.

It's you that makes the difference.

I just... (sighs) I just wanted you to stay.

- Yeah, well, you went about it the wrong way.

(keys clanking) (dramatic music) - Tess, wait.

Take this.

Go on.

You'll need it for petrol money and stuff.

I'll send the rest of your share later.

He only did it 'cause he loves you.

It's stupid, yes, but malicious, no.

- I know.

I'll forgive him eventually.

- Give me a call, all right?

- Yeah.

(melodramatic music) ♪ My heart is like a river ♪ ♪ My heart is like these hills ♪ ♪ They never change ♪ ♪ I never change ♪ ♪ And I never will ♪ ♪ You called and I came running ♪ ♪ You cried and now I'm here ♪ ♪ So hold this faith ♪ ♪ Accept our fate ♪ ♪ These are little fears ♪ (car horn honks) ♪ We have enough to guide us ♪ ♪ We have enough to last ♪ ♪ We're not alone ♪ ♪ We never were ♪ ♪ You and I aren't lost ♪ - Hello.

Anyone home?

(melancholic music) Claire?

Hello?

Claire?

(horse whinnies) Hey, Blaise.

How are you, girl?

(horse whinnies) At least someone's pleased to see me.

(melodramatic music) Not that I expected a full-on welcoming committee or anything especially when you're about to sell the place without even telling me, and you even busted it up with Peter without even a phone call.

(melancholic music) - He was already married.

(Claire sobs) ♪ My heart is like a river ♪ - Claire, come here.

♪ My heart is like these hills ♪ ♪ They never change ♪ It's all right.

♪ I never change ♪ ♪ And I never will ♪ Why didn't you tell me?

- I didn't want you think you had to come back.

- Yeah, but I wanted to come back.

Come on, into bed.

(Claire sighs) (uplifting music) - Oh, I've been a bit of a mess.

- Yeah, well, I don't want you to worry anymore.

I'm gonna take care of Drovers now.

- So, why didn't you tell us you were coming back?

It looks like you've gone under a bus or something.

- Well, basically- - Does Claire know you're back in the scene?

- Yeah, we've just- - You're back for good now, aren't you?

- Would I be right in saying that you all, actually, missed me?

- No, get out of here.

- Yeah me too.

But then we've got some work to do.

Claire's a little- - Wacko.

- Under the weather right now, so we need to keep things going until she's feeling better.

Beck, Jod, you take some hay up to the cattle, check on the shed.

Meg you do the troughs, okay?

- What's the point when Harry's taking over?

- Harry?

(dramatic music) She sold Drovers to Harry?

(suspenseful music) Then I'm getting it back.

- [Harry] I have an agreement with Claire.

- [Tess] In writing?

- [Harry] Yes, as good as.

- Well, no paperwork, no sale.

- Well, that's not the way we do things out here.

- Well, that's the way I do things, and I'm her founder.

- What do you want want with Drovers, Tess?

You're a townie.

- Yeah, but I'm still Jack's daughter, and I have more of a right to Drovers than any Ryan ever will.

- What about Claire?

- Claire's tied up right now, but we're in complete agreement.

So, there you have it, no hard feelings, just business and nothing personal.

Do I make myself clear?

- Oh, perfectly.

- [Tess] And?

- [Harry] And what?

Drovers is not for sale.

- Right.

- Anything else I can help you with?

- As a matter of fact, yes.

- I just want you to come and tell him you're sorry.

- Dad does the wrong thing and you want me to apologize?

Right-o mum.

- The only reason your father agreed to buy Drovers was to stop Claire selling it to someone else.

- To stall her?

- She's not herself, he knows that.

He had no intention of holding her to it.

- That's smart, you gotta admit that.

- Why didn't he just say so?

- Well, why didn't you ask him instead of just assuming the worst?

- Maybe the worst is what I've come to expect mum.

- Well, then you're an idiot, Alex.

(car door opens) (car door shuts) - Come on man, hole's not deep enough yet.

(Alex sighs) - It must be mortifying.

(car engine roaring) - Okay, everyone, I have two very important announcements to make.

Number one, Harry Ryan is not buying Drovers.

- How the hell did you manage that?

- Yeah, what'd you bribe him with?

- Oh, it was easy, I just gave it to him straight and he caved in.

Announcement number two.

Ta-da!

- Jack's desk?

- Yup!

- The one and only.

Chewy.

You remember when I put it there?

Remember I said it'll still be there when dad's desk came home?

Well, we had to have a home for it to come back to.

Whether we like it or not, I'm still a McLeod.

- That's great, Tess.

- Claire, Blaise is waxed up.

- We're about to give birth?

Not quite.

But set your alarm, it usually happens at four in the morning.

- Come on mate, that's deep enough.

- Not yet.

- Either way, I'll put it in.

- Wait up.

- Get out of the way.

- Wait up!

(log thuds) - Hey, it's always gotta be your way, doesn't it?

- What?

It's not my way, it's what works.

- Maybe I just don't like taking orders from my little brother.

(dramatic music) What am I doing here, Nick?

This is your place mate.

- Callahan is your place, Alex, despite that.

(melancholy music) (horse whinnies) - I reckon mom would be a bit more settled with one of us at home.

(horse whinnies) - Yep.

- The old man, well, he ain't getting any younger or less cranky.

- Yeah.

It's good I know how to handle him.

- It looks like you've got everything.

- I reckon.

- So, are you gonna be okay, babycakes?

- I'll cope.

- Nick, you know what the physio said, mate?

You'll get stuck up there.

- I thought you were leaving?

Have you got a (indistinct)?

(car engine roars) Hey I wasn't joking.

(guitar music) (footsteps approaching) - Hello.

- Morning.

- Do you wanna come in?

- Nah, I better not.

Now, I actually I've come to say goodbye, but if Claire's not selling Drovers and you're not going nowhere, might as well save my breath, eh?

- Might as well.

- Good.

- You sure you don't want a cuppa?

- Nah.

Oh, I almost forgot.

I'm finished with it, you may as well pass it on.

- Oh, thank you, Terry.

- That's for Jodi.

(melodramatic music) (car door bangs) (melodramatic music) - Yeah.

Horses have pulled the valve off the trough again.

There's water right across the driveway.

(melancholic music) I guess someone should fix it.

- Yeah there's a buckled gate over Johnson's paddock too, but Kerry hit it with a bulldozer.

- Taking my pick, huh?

- Up to you.

(melancholic music) (upbeat music) (horse neighs) (intense dramatic music) (Tess chuckles) (horse approaching) (upbeat music) (horse neighs) - Tess?

- Yeah, that's me.

I am...

I just...

I came for Madonna, I was missing her, so, do you mind?

- Not at all, not at all.

Asking for trouble, though, is it?

I mean a budgie's one thing, but pets in your flat?

- Oh, right.

Actually, I'm back at Drovers.

(upbeat music) - Welcome home.

- Thanks.

(romantic music) (Nick sighs) - So, are you here for good now?

- Yeah, that's the plan.

Better be going.

- Oh, you better get Madonna tested too.

Loverboy took quite a shine too her.

Broke a couple of things just trying to get to her.

- All right.

Well, it's quite romantic when you think about it.

I see you're back in the saddle?

- Yep.

- [Tess] Looks like you were born there.

- Yeah, I might even die here.

- Well, I should get back.

(calm music) (Nick groans) (calm music) (Nick sighs) (calm music) Are you stuck?

- No.

- See you later then.

And thanks for Madonna.

- [Nick] Yeah, no worries.

- Come on.

Come on, Madonna.

(Madonna mows) (calm music) (Nick sighs) (calm music) - Oh.

One, two.

- Hey.

(Nick groans) - It's all right girl, take it easy.

(horse neighs) You're okay.

It's four o'clock in the morning.

- Are you sure?

(horse whinnies) We've told Claire, right?

She reckons you can handle it.

She says give her a voice, if something goes wrong.

- Oh, great, the first file in the breeding program and she doesn't wanna know?

How many foals have you delivered, Meg?

- Five.

- Five, that makes five between us.

Okay, if that's the way she want it, we'll need hot water, soap, old towels, and you stay here.

- Tess!

- You stay right there, I'll be back.

Claire quick, get up, Blaise's foal's coming.

- Oh, yeah, so I heard.

- Well, Meg reckons we'll need the vet and he might not get here in time, so I just don't know what to do and all the blood.

- She's bleeding?

- No, not yet, but she might start anytime soon, and the noises she's making are- - Have you seen its feet?

- Oh, I wasn't going to look.

- She could have her legs stuck.

- Well, I think they might all be stuck.

I mean there's not exactly a lot of room in there so- - All right, I need a clean bucket, some hot water, some soap, and towels, lots of old towels.

(horse whinnies) (water pours) - Claire you gotta help her.

- Take it easy, Tess.

(horse whinnies) - Yeah, but she needs us.

- No, she needs to be left alone.

- Excuse me, can't you do something?

- Sometimes you can get close and sometimes you can't.

Come on girl.

Come on.

(horse grunts) - Oh.

I can see the feet.

Oh, Claire, I have to tell you, if this was me, I would be screaming right now.

- Shh, shh.

- Sorry.

(horse neighs) - Good girl.

You can do it.

- Breathe, Blaise.

(Tess breathing heavily) You have to breathe Claire.

It's what they do in the movies.

(Tess breathing heavily) (horse neighs) Breathe Blaise.

- That's it, lie down, lie down, girl.

There you go.

- [Tess] Oh.

- There you go.

- [Tess] Come on, Blaise.

- Big push.

- Push, push.

- Big push.

- [Tess] Push.

- That's it, that's it girl.

- [Tess] Come on.

- [Claire] That's it.

- [Tess] Come on.

Out we come, out we come.

(Tess laughs) - Wow.

(horse whinnies) Look at him.

- Filly.

- A girl?

- Yeah.

- Oh, Claire.

(sighs) (dramatic music) - [Jodi] She's a nice little filly.

- Fractions along the pestants.

- Maybe she'll grow into them.

- Yeah.

- [Meg] What are you gonna call her, Claire?

- I don't know.

I thought Tess might have an idea.

- Right.

- Nothing too fancy.

- Okay.

How about Phoenix?

- As in Rudolph?

- As in Arizona.

- As in bird.

(calm music) - Phoenix.

Yeah, that'll do.

You didn't really need my help, did you?

I'm sorry things didn't work out for you in the city, Tess.

Actually, no, I'm not.

(uplifting music) - I don't know about you lot but I'm starving.

- You're right.

(horse whinnies) (upbeat music) ♪ Today we can take our time ♪ ♪ And today we can be here together ♪ ♪ Gonna know when you spin me around ♪ ♪ Do I keep my feet on the ground ♪ ♪ When my head is spinning round?

♪ ♪ Do I leave my feet on the ground with you?

♪ ♪ Oh, with you babe ♪ ♪ Oh, yeah ♪ ♪ Oh, yeah ♪ ♪ Oh, with you ♪ ♪ Oh, with you ♪ (engaging rock music) (thunder crashes) (upbeat music) (logo whooshing)