♪ Ah ♪ - [Narrator] Previously, on "McLeod's Daughters."

- This bloke came up to me and picked a fight and, um, I laid one final punch on him, uh, he fell back and bumped his head and neck snapped, just like that.

- I know we don't do this with animals, but since Phoenix is so valuable, I thought- - What?

- Maybe she needs a blanket!

- It's one cold night, Tess.

She's gotta get tough!

- Sure, but couldn't I just- - I've already checked her, she's okay.

(gentle music) (kiss smacking) (Claire giggling) - Spent the night with a friend.

- Oh, that's nice, for you.

- But why is it always me?

Uh, we kick off on the wrong foot or what?

- Always like to keep an eye on ex-crims who are on my patch.

- (sighing) Seven dead lambs.

Seven!

That's the trouble with a fox, it just doesn't know when to stop, it just kills and kills!

- Until we kill him.

- [Claire] Damned right!

(sheep bleating) (suspenseful music) - Okay, you guys get in to the scrub from the south.

Me and Claire'll get the fox when it breaks cover from the other side.

(hoofbeats thundering) (tense adventurous music) (gentle 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 ♪ ♪ No no ♪ ♪ Oh oh oh oh ♪ ♪ Oh oh oh oh ♪ ♪ 'Cause I'll be there ♪ ♪ Ooh ♪ (tense pensive music) (hoofbeats thudding) - [Meg] Go further right, Jodi.

(can rattling) Don't let it double back on us.

- Who gets to shoot then?

- The best shot, obviously.

- Oh, well, you'd better hand it over.

- (scoffing) Righto.

Let's sort this out in an adult fashion, huh?

- All right.

- [Both] One, two, three.

(gentle playful music) - Well, my turn next when you miss.

(Alex chuckling) (cans rattling) (gentle pensive music) - I was hanging to see you today.

- Yeah, me too.

I mean, really hanging to see you.

- You're really hanging to see me.

- Oh yeah.

(gunshot booming) - It sounds like it's in the open!

Let's go!

(energetic music) (gentle music) - Everyone else is out there, I thought you'd be after the fox.

- I still had a bit to do in the yard, what's your excuse?

- Oh, foxes are a pest, sure, and we need to get rid of them, I know, but... Well, this organized hunt thing, it's not really my cup of tea.

- Oh, yeah?

- You know, I read that scientists can stop flies breeding.

- Ha!

- No, it's true, so they just die off naturally.

Maybe we could do the same with foxes?

- Simple!

Feed the boy foxes beans and the girl foxes this garlic dip, that oughta keep them apart!

- Yeah, well there's an alternative way to do everything.

I've been looking in to organic farming.

- Oh, yeah?

(hoofbeats thundering) Oh, here come the troop!

(calm music) How'd you go?

- (scoffing) Don't ask!

- [Alex] We'll get it tomorrow, no worries.

- [Terry] No good, huh?

- [Tess] Hey, you know your riding is looking really good.

- [Nick] Thanks, I'm getting there, slowly.

- [Tess]] Hmm.

- Should've been there, Tess, Alex missed the fox by a mile.

- Get away, it was by a whisker!

- Oh, so it was a complete waste of effort?

Not efficient farming!

- Yeah, we'll be efficient next time, when I've got the gun.

- Yeah, yeah.

- What do you mean next time?

- For the sheep.

- So do you wanna eat somewhere together?

- All right.

There's a nice spot down there.

- There's your quarters.

(gentle music) - Oh!

(door clicking) (Brick clearing throat) (Becky chuckling) Welcome.

- It's nice!

Comfy!

- Yeah.

(birds chirping) (gentle romantic music) Beck?

- Brett.

- Uh...

This is really hard.

(somber music) I've gotta go away.

Uh, there's this job at my uncle's property in Queensland.

It's, it's only for a few months or maybe longer, it's just I really need to do this- - No, that's, that's great, a new job, I mean, why not?

- I, I didn't want to go too far with us.

- Just in case you thought- - When you work out where I am on your list of priorities, can you let me know?

I hope I make the top 10.

(door thudding) (both chattering) - You know, Brick must've bumped his head or something, why would he be walking out on you now?

- I don't know, fear, panic, confusion, all of the above?

(Becky sighing) - [Jodi] Oh, stay calm, Mum.

- I'm fine.

Terry's a grown up, so am I.

- Men grow up, do they?

When does that happen?

- Lovely morning, Meg.

- Yes, Jane.

- Meg, Jode, Beck.

- I delivered a keg to her house once.

She's got an above ground pool.

- Well, I hope Terry wears a shirt, he burns easily.

(gentle somber music) (car door thudding) - Thanks, Terry.

- No worries.

- It's nice to have a bit of muscle around.

- Always good to help a lady.

- Mm, so I've noticed.

I'll buy you breakfast.

- Ah, I'll meet you over there, I gotta get some money out of the machine.

- Okay.

- [Frank] Pick it up.

- I tried to get it in the bin.

- $75 fine for littering.

- Pick it up.

(grim tense music) Next time, try harder.

- You'd get on well with Tess, I reckon.

She's got the city blood, like you.

She often comes to me for advice, you know?

Um, since I'm an old hand and all.

So you're around at Drover's quite a bit then?

- Uh, no, not really.

Um, I, I saw her at the, uh, fox drive last night.

We were swapping ideas about non-violent fox control.

- It's all right, Terry, you don't have to sell yourself to me.

I'll see you tonight then, hmm?

- Okay.

- Excuse me, couldn't help overhearing about the foxes.

- Oh, yeah?

- Might have an idea for you.

- [Terry] Alpacas, eh?

- [Helen] Aren't they beautiful?

- Beautiful is a, a word you could use, I suppose.

- Well, look, you're obviously a man with a lot of rural experience.

I mean, I don't have to take you through the alpaca manual.

- Yeah, well I haven't had a lot to do- - Well, you'd know about the fine wool clip, up to five kilos of fleece per beast.

- Yeah?

- And you'd know how low-maintenance they are.

- Oh.

- And how good they are at guarding your sheep.

- Guarding sheep?

- A pair of wethers would merge with your friend's flock.

Alpacas hate foxes, she'd have no more trouble with them.

- [Terry] Is that right?

Well, what are these?

- A pair of wethers, and they're going cheap.

- What, fall off the back of a truck, did they?

- Nah, not that.

The fact is my ex-husband, he owns half the flock, and he hasn't been paying maintenance for our daughter.

- Ah!

- He won't miss these.

They're wormed, good health.

$300.

(bright music) - [Terry] Wormed, good health, $400.

- You almost expect them to squeak when you squeeze.

They're so cute!

- They're beautiful animals!

You get five kilos of wool off them, they're low-maintenance, oh, and did I mention, they've been wormed?

- Yes, you did.

Aren't you gorgeous?

Yes, you are, hello!

- And the best thing about these wethers is they'll make themselves right at home with these sheep in here.

Foxes won't go anywhere near 'em.

Problem solved.

- I told you, I knew we'd find a way!

- Absolutely.

- So what do alpacas eat anyway?

And what about in winter, are they all right out there in the paddocks?

- Well, we'll just feed them grass, Tess, that's what low-maintenance means, I reckon.

- Hmm.

(clicking tongue) Doesn't seem right, you not getting anything out of it.

- Hm?

Oh, uh, well, happy to help.

Uh, you should get on the computer, bound to be some alpaca websites.

- Good idea.

- Uh, anyway, I'd better be making tracks.

Hooroo.

- See ya.

- Hi, Claire.

- Terry.

What's going on?

- Just taking a step towards a much brighter future for us.

Fleece is worth triple the price of your average sheep wool.

- They're so gorgeous!

- Yep!

I've named him Juan Antonio, and that's- - Don't say it.

- Two Antonio.

- [Meg] She said it.

(Tess chuckling) - What do they eat?

- Fresh grass.

- Oh, Juan's had a tag removed recently.

(alpacas humming) - [Tess] And they're clean, they make their own dung heaps.

- Tess, do you know what a wether is?

- Sure, it means they've lost their bits.

- Well, this one's still got his.

- Both of them?

- You didn't think to check?

- Yeah, well Helen told Terry- - Well, unless you want a stroppy bull alpaca on your hands, you better get the vet out.

- Yeah, but that sounds expensive.

- Yep.

Second step towards our bright future.

(playful music) - This site is fantastic!

Look, there's a forum with tips and everything!

- [Jodi] Oh, yeah.

- Ah, life span is 15 to 20 years.

Females can breed any time of the year and are bred again 18 to 20 days after giving birth... Oh, my God, poor things!

Claire, I think we should look into breeding them.

- Uh, Tess, that looks a lot like Juan Antonio, don't you think?

And, look, he has the same markings on his tummy.

- [Tess] Oh, come on, they all look like Juan Antonio!

- [Jodi] It says he was tagged.

- Juan Antonio was tagged.

- Well, tagging's probably normal.

That doesn't mean Juan's stolen.

- Lord Lima Leonard has a microchip ID.

- You can borrow the electronic reader from Killarney, check Juan out.

If he's chipped and the numbers match- - That means I'd have to ask Alex for a favor.

- You have to be sure, Tess!

- Can't we just keep him, who's gonna know?

(playful music) - (sighing) What next, Mrs. Blogg's prize-winning pumpkin's gone walkabout?

- Maybe, maybe this isn't your alpaca?

- Well, it's not a wether, it's ear tag's removed.

Well, maybe Helen didn't realize she was picking a valuable one?

- Well, I thought she was an expert?

Did you get her surname?

- No, no, I didn't.

- Phone number?

- It wasn't that kind of transaction.

- Well, what about a receipt?

- Maybe I can find Helen while you do the wand thing and, that way, if we do have Lord Lima Bean, at least, we're covered.

- All right.

- Have you told the cops?

- Not yet, no.

(Terry grunting) - Well, I'll do that when the time comes.

- Give us a ring from town, I'll let you know if it's a match.

- [Terry] Righto.

(engine revving) - Hey, Tess?

I didn't know you were into chipping your stock.

- Uh, it's a new line we're trying.

- All right.

Hey, hey, hey!

Where the wand goes, I go, right?

Now what's this new line?

(gentle music) Hot alpacas?

(alpacas humming) (sheep bleating) This is great, Tess.

- They guard the sheep.

- Oh, yeah?

- Keep the foxes away.

- Is that right?

Yeah, well, I'm not surprised, the fox is probably paralyzed with laughter!

- Well, we wouldn't have needed it if you were a better shot.

- Yeah, yeah.

So, uh, where's the chip on this thing?

- On the neck.

- The neck?

- Yep.

(alpaca humming) - This could take a while.

Oh, I'll try and get this end done before lunch, huh?

- It's a five-digit ID.

- Is that right?

- Yep.

- I'll tell you what, you're in real trouble if this thing gets a sore throat.

(alpaca humming) Here we go!

5-3-4-1-7.

(alpaca humming) Bingo?

(somber music) - I still don't get it, why would she sell a $200,000 alpaca for a few hundred?

- Well, she obviously didn't know what it was worth.

- Yeah, well, Terry's gone to tell the police.

He still hasn't found this woman in town yet.

- Get away, she's long gone!

- Sorry about all the trouble, Claire.

I'm just gonna go and help Meg.

(gentle music) - Shouldn't you have let those two out by now, Claire?

- Yeah, sure, normally.

I just wanna keep an eye on her.

Been a bit worried about her feeding.

I thought she might have sleepy foal sickness.

- Did you get the vet in?

- No, no, she's picked up a bit lately.

(horse snorting) - Well, she's a nice-looking filly.

- Yeah, of course she is, she's out of Blaze.

- By Wildfire.

You know, Claire, what Peter did... Well, I always said he was a knob, okay?

But he did get one thing right.

(gentle sentimental music) He picked the best person for the job.

(door clicking) - I'm gonna see Bob Donnelly, get a statement about that MBA.

- He did promise to come, Bob usually does.

- Christmas usually comes too.

Won't be long.

Got that fax on the stolen llama?

- [Karl] Alpaca.

- You never know, might get lucky, catch a salsa-dancing, alpaca-nicking swagman on the way.

- Salsa is Central America, Sarge, alpaca is Peru.

(engine rumbling) (pensive music) (sheep bleating) - We didn't wanna waste your time if it wasn't stolen and then we couldn't be sure until we used the wand.

- Wand?

- Oh, for reading the ID implants.

- Um, we only found out a few hours ago.

- And you rang the station house?

- Uh, actually someone else was gonna notify you.

- Someone else?

- The alpacas were bought from a woman named Helen.

Helen something.

- Can you give me a description?

- Oh, we didn't exactly meet her, Helen supplied them and I bought them from- - [Both] Someone else.

- Right, I'd better talk to someone else then.

- Ah, he's probably looking for you right now.

(tense music) Terry.

- Terry Dodge.

That explains a lot.

- Beck!

Beck, let me explain.

- It's all right, I already know what's going on.

- If you'd stayed the night and I'd told you about Queensland, what would you think of me then?

- Roughly what I'd think of you now.

- Look, just give me a minute to explain, will you?

- We got a fox to shoot.

- You're kidding, I... Terry didn't even know that they were stolen!

- Well, why is he avoiding me?

He had his chance.

If he's got nothing to hide, where is he?

- Maybe he's already found Helen and he's bringing her in?

- Helen, right (sighing).

- Listen, Sergeant, uh, Terry's an honest, decent sort of bloke, that's about all I can tell you.

- Yes, I know all about Terry, I need to talk to him.

- Well, he took off into town in a hurry, he hasn't come back yet.

- Well, if he shows his face again, ask him to call the station, please.

- Righto, let's get outta here.

(hoofbeats clopping) (pensive music) - [Claire] Second time lucky.

- [Meg] Who's got the gun?

- [Claire] Alex.

- [Tess] How'd it go?

- (sighing) We didn't even see a fox this time.

- Maybe he moved on, smelled the alpacas or something.

- (sighing) Maybe it just got sick of having lamb for dinner.

- Any word from Terry?

- No, but Frank's getting in touch with Juan Antonio's real owner in Albury.

It might take a few days.

- We should charge agistment.

- Terry will pay back the money, you can get some more alpacas.

- Not for their real price.

- So there's still a fox on the prowl.

Might be after my chooks next.

I'll just go down the back and take a look.

Check on the chooks.

- You know she's just going for a smoke.

Sad really.

(sheep bleating) (suspenseful music) (crickets chirping) (door creaking) - You don't want me to go?

Then I'm not going!

- What, you're just gonna chuck your new job in?

- Me and you, Beck, has to happen.

I'm not gonna let some little job get in the way.

Anyway, I reckon my Uncle Stewart, he might get by.

- He might get by?

- Yeah, well, I was going to help him, you know, while he's got his chemo.

He'll be okay.

You're more important to me now.

- Oh, Brett, I didn't know!

I mean, if your uncle needs you then you've gotta go.

- Whoa, oh ho ho!

Now you know the whole story, you're showing me the door?

(gentle sentimental music) - So long as you promise to come back.

- I was always coming back, Beck.

Always.

- Did you really tell your uncle you weren't coming?

- I got your attention, didn't I?

(both chuckling) (crickets chirping) (twig snapping) - (sighing) I thought you were the fox!

- Wrong-colored hair.

- Idiot!

Have you been to see the police yet?

- Not yet.

- Terry!

- Yeah, I know, it, it was dumb, but I thought I'd get a lead on Helen first and then go and see him.

- You haven't found her yet?

(Terry sighing) - I, um...

I don't know what to do, Meg.

- Go to Frank, tell him the truth.

- Well, what's the point?

He, he's got it in for me, you know?

- You've got no choice!

This copper, he knows about me.

- Well, that was decades ago.

- He stopped me in the street and called me an ex-con.

I think he wants me off his beat, for good.

- He can't do that.

- Oh, can't he?

Well, what's he gonna think of this mess?

(somber music) (Meg sighing) - Have you been back to Killarney yet?

- I needed to talk to a mate first.

- There's some leftover lamb if you're hungry.

- Jodi heard from her father?

- No.

- Hm.

Well.

Well, I'd better be getting home.

- First thing tomorrow you go and see Frank.

- Yeah, I will, thanks.

I wish things were different between us.

(Meg sighing) Me too.

(gentle sentimental music) (door thudding) - This is crazy.

- (chuckling) No.

- I feel like it's my first time.

- Things have changed.

You're with me.

It is your first time.

(door creaking) - I leave tonight.

Can we say goodbye when- (gentle music) - You just did.

I'm not very good at handling goodbyes.

Will it be long?

- A few months.

Here.

It's just a good luck charm.

- You can get this back when I see your bum back in town.

(engine rumbling) (tense music) (car door slamming) - Uh, yeah, I was just on my way to see you.

- Bit late.

Terrence Dodge, I'm arresting you on a charge of disposal of stolen goods.

- Hey, hey, how's this gonna help?

- Get in the car, Terry.

- Get outta here, Terry.

- Uh, no leave it.

Leave it, mate.

- You can all come with me too if you've got an opinion on this.

- Come on, this is crazy.

- Leave it.

Leave it.

- You're under arrest for the disposal of stolen goods.

- Come on, there's no need!

- You had your chance to do it right.

- Fair go.

- I'll chase you a lawyer, Terry.

(car door slamming) - Bastard.

- You did what you could, Meg.

- Hey, it worked!

- [Jodi] Yeah, Juan and Two worked a treat.

- Yep, the lambs are okay!

- Some of my chooks aren't.

- The fox changed his diet to chicken.

- Sorry, Meg.

(engine rumbling) (tense music) - And where have you been?

- Frank just arrested Terry, handcuffs, the works!

- I think I should go and see Frank.

- Yeah, yeah, we'll sort the chook shed, off you go.

- I don't know anything about how these alpacas got pinched!

I, I met this woman.

- Average height, dark hair, jeans and RM Williams.

- Helen, yeah.

- No last name, no phone number, no license plate.

- I'm telling the truth!

- No receipt.

Wouldn't you get a receipt, Senior Constable?

- Would be wise.

- Well, I didn't know the animals were stolen!

- A strange woman just fronts you in the pub and says, "How'd you like a couple of alpacas?"

- That's right.

- And you bought them for?

- Three hundred bucks, I told you.

- Mm.

Well, I'm new to the country, that sounds pretty cheap though.

- A real bargain.

- So did you steal the animals, Terry, or did you just know they were stolen?

- Jode?

Good news, real alpaca owners are on their way.

- Ha, bye-bye, Juan!

- You know talking to them makes it seem real.

We have a $200,000 stud alpaca on our land!

- You know that's $100,000 per- - What if he gets sick, what if something happens to him?

- I think he'll be okay, Tess, I don't think the ewes are gonna try and crash tackle him.

- [Tess] You sure?

- They were so cheap.

It didn't occur to you the animals were suspect?

- Well, she said it was a, a maintenance thing.

She needed the $300.

- So you took advantage of the woman?

- I don't take advantage of women!

- You charged Tess McLeod $400 and let her think that's what you paid.

You profited from the disposal of stolen goods, you've admitted as much!

Now let's go over your movements on Tuesday night when the animals were stolen.

- I've had enough of this.

- Sit down.

Sit down or I'll cuff you to the chair!

(tense music) (Terry sighing) I think you made up Helen, I think you had your own plans for those alpacas, I think you're using Tess McLeod.

- You're outta line, mate.

- I haven't even warmed up yet, mate.

(phone ringing) Senior Constable.

(door clicking) (door thudding) Interview suspended at 1:14.

- Look, if you think I'm the local alpaca fence, good on you, charge me, then you can bail me and let me go.

(knocking) - Sergeant?

(door thudding) - Sergeant, I talked to Terry last night and he had nothing to do with this mess.

- Inquiries are ongoing.

- He was coming to see you, Frank.

Terry's not a liar!

- He let Tess McLeod think the alpacas cost him $400, what do you call that?

- Oh, look the price thing, it could've been a misunderstanding.

- He's not the man you think he is.

(gentle somber music) - I've known Terry Dodge a long time, Sergeant, a lot longer than you have.

- You think so?

- Well, have you tried to find this woman Helen?

- At the moment the senior constable and I are tied up.

- I'd like to see Terry, please.

- I'm sorry, I'm conducting an interview.

The longer we're in here the longer he'll be out there.

- Sarge, you're pretty close to the wire with this guy.

- You got a problem, put it in writing, Constable!

(horse snorting) - So what do you think?

- I think Juan is just fine in the paddock.

- But he's worth so much money!

Two whole truckloads of cattle.

Imagine losing two truck loads in one go!

- If it makes you feel better, do it.

- I'll bring them in to the home yards then, keep an eye on them.

- You'll have to muster the ewes in as well.

You don't want the fox to get the little lambies, do you?

- Shouldn't the horses be out in the yards by now?

(gentle music) - Yeah, I'm just keeping an eye on Blaze a bit longer.

(grim music) - You can't do this to me!

You let me out!

(door thudding) If you don't let me out of here right now, I'm lodging a complaint!

(door creaking) I want my stuff.

(objects clattering) - Sorry.

You think you can do whatever you like and get away with it.

- Look, I don't know what your problem is, but I'm not gonna cause you any trouble around here.

Is that so?

- Yes.

- 5th of May, 1982.

(tense somber music) - I made a mistake.

It's over and done with.

- It is for David Lucas.

(foot stomping) Come on then, have a go.

Like old times.

- It was a pub brawl, it got out of hand.

I've done my time.

- Each night about six, I'd hear my father's car arrive.

I'd run to the door and wait.

Soon as I saw his shadow through the glass I'd open the door, smooth.

Like magic.

Then one night he didn't come home.

Not the next or the next.

That was David Lucas.

It took me three years before I understood he was never coming back.

I came to this town 'cause I wanted to see you.

I wanted to know the guy that took my dad.

Then I thought a bit of aggro from the local copper might shake you up, pin you for speeding, maybe I'd feel good about that- - Yeah, I get the picture, all right?

- It's not enough!

It's nowhere near enough!

All I need to do is take you out the back, take you out back somewhere and break your legs!

That's what I feel like, but that's your game, isn't it?

- No, it's not!

(both grunting) Look, you're dead right, all right?

It's never really over, not for you, not for me.

Never for me.

(somber music) - Okay, so I've doubled the wire on the hen house and swept out the sheds.

- Good.

- Are you going after it again tonight?

- Oh, unless the fox turns himself in.

- Hey, guys?

- [Claire] That can't be Juan's owner, not this soon!

- Red horse float, middle-aged woman.

Dark hair, medium height, what was her name?

- Helen.

- Great, what do we do now?

- Give her enough rope, I suppose.

- Hello there!

- G'day.

- Helen.

- Claire.

(gentle somber music) - (chuckling) So then I realized I'd loaded up the wrong one!

- Oh, it was a mistake.

- Yeah, the one I sold you was my daughter's favorite, Macka!

- Macka the alpaca.

- Yeah, he's not even a wether, still got his- - Bits, noticed.

- Oh, good, look, what I wanna do is pay you back the whole $300 and you can keep the other alpaca.

- Actually, it was 400.

- Was it?

- Yeah.

- G'day.

- Nick.

Jodi, why don't you go and make Nick a cup of tea and give Frank a call about that thing.

- Right, yeah.

Uh, come on, Nick.

- Selling some stock, Claire?

- Oh, Helen just sold us a couple of alpacas but there was a bit of a mix-up.

- What sorta mix up?

- We wanted wethers and one of them still has his bits, for now.

- Well, don't rush it, might have some stud potential.

- No, we don't want to breed them, Nick, we just want them to look after the sheep.

- Well, you should get the right advice, Claire.

One's no good to you, they're social animals, you know that.

- Oh, look, I'm more than happy to come back day after tomorrow with a replacement.

- Oh, that'd be great.

What do you want?

- I actually wanted to borrow your post hole digger.

- Well, it's broken.

I'll give you a ring when it's fixed.

- Right.

- Well, bye.

- See ya.

Follow me.

(somber music) - You okay?

- Yeah.

- Just got a call from Jodi Fountain at Drovers Run.

You know that Helen woman, the one that doesn't exist?

(sheep bleating) - Come on!

Come on!

Hey, hey, hey!

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey!

Come on!

(hissing) (engines rumbling) - How's the muster going?

You found any good grass?

- Uh, not yet, no.

- This is Helen, she's here to, uh, replace the alpaca.

- Replace?

Oh, right.

- Yeah, it's my daughter's favorite.

Sorry about the mix up.

- No problem!

- So she'll be taking her alpaca now.

I think that's a good idea.

- Take it now?

- Yes.

- Oh, well, um, we'll load it up then, right.

Come on, Oscar.

(horse snorting) (dog barking) There, there in you go.

Come on, up.

Good boy!

Yes!

- He looks happy, doesn't he?

Thanks for all your help.

- No worries.

- Goodbye, Juan, gorgeous boy.

- I'll be back with the replacement day after tomorrow.

- See you then.

- Bye-bye!

Bye.

- Bye.

This better be part of an actual plan.

- Yeah, well, if she doesn't notice the leaking petrol.

(engine revving) - I give her about 35Ks.

- Eh, you can drop the act, she's gone now.

- What act?

(engine rumbling) (engine sputtering) - Come on!

Come on, not now!

(Helen sighing) (engine sputtering) (playful pensive music) (engine rumbling) - I'm guessing you'd be Helen.

- So all is forgiven then?

- Yeah, yeah.

You're cute when you're blunt and rude.

You take after your sister like that.

(Claire chuckling) - Okay, tonight's the night, I reckon.

Fox in a box!

- Yeah, we don't wanna be back again tomorrow.

- Yeah, this is correct, Claire.

- So I better do the shooting.

- (scoffing) Get away!

- Go on, share it round!

(pensive music) - Righto.

Just remember one thing, Claire.

- What's that?

- The fox is the red thing.

(Claire scoffing) - Everybody ready?

Let's do it, huh?

- Yeah.

(hoofbeats clopping) (cans rattling) (suspenseful music) - I'm not in to this.

- Go on.

Blow something furry away.

You'll feel better.

(somber music) - Oh.

- Give me that.

(claire sighing) Look, Claire I know it hasn't been long since, you know, the knob, but you've gotta start letting go sometime.

- I know.

I don't mind letting go of the bastard.

It's the part of him that I loved that's tough to leave behind.

- Which part was that?

(Claire laughing) And one more thing, Claire.

You gotta let Blaze and the foal out.

All right?

- I know!

- Yeah, well, next you'll be knitting it jumpers.

(shovel scraping) (shovel thudding) (engine rumbling) (car door thudding) (shovel thudding) - Her real name's Sharon Nicholson.

Used to work for the alpaca stud.

(shovel scraping) Look, I was unprofessional.

If you wanna lodge a complaint, I'll give you the forms.

- It's over, isn't it?

- Yeah.

But what happened it's, um, it's always between us.

- Well, can't go back and change it, can you?

Worst luck.

- Legally I can't withdraw the charge, but I'll speak on your behalf in court, explain things.

- Better than nothing.

(shovel scraping) - I don't, um, I don't remember that much about my dad.

(gentle somber music) I wondered if you, uh, if you knew him well or could tell me about him.

Anything at all.

- I wish I could fill in the blanks for you.

I knew your father for two minutes during a brawl.

I'm sorry.

(gentle music) (engine rumbling) (inspirational music) (hoofbeats thundering) (gentle sentimental music) (Brick chuckling) (bus horn honking) (engine rumbling) - What's this?

- $15,000.

(Claire laughing) - I can see that, but- - There was a reward for Juan Antonio, I thought we'd go 50/50.

- Something finally went right!

- I'm gonna buy another wether so Two Antonio doesn't pine and I'm thinking about a breeding pair as well.

- Mm.

- Whatcha gonna spend your money on?

Besides shooting lessons.

- (scoffing) I think I'll stick to horses.

(gentle music) (hoofbeats thudding) All right.

Come on.

You go have some fun.

(Claire chuckling) (horse whinnying) I'll get by.

(claire chuckling) (horse snorting) (calm rock music) ♪ Don't judge ♪ ♪ Don't believe what you see ♪ ♪ Don't judge ♪ ♪ There's so much more to me ♪ ♪ Inside ♪ ♪ It's hard to be clear ♪ ♪ Inside ♪ ♪ Yeah, I feel the fear ♪ ♪ I'm finding my way, I'm finding my way ♪ ♪ I can do it alone ♪ ♪ I'm finding my way, I'm finding my way ♪ ♪ But there's so much ♪ ♪ So much more to say ♪ ♪ I'm finding my way ♪ ♪ I feel ♪ ♪ But the feeling is wrong ♪ (thunder crashing) (logo warbling) (dramatic music)