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

- I am delighted to announce that I accept your nomination, Jodi.

You will be competing for the crown of Miss Gungellan.

- Thank you!

- Congratulations!

- It's not working, is it?

- No.

I don't drink enough cappuccinos.

- (chuckles) I talk too much.

I'm really sorry.

- I'm sitting on you again, Seany.

- What's going on?

- Get out of here.

- Now I've helped kids like Sean before.

I'm on the register.

- I know you are.

- Now, if there's any trouble, Sean, those bruises are gonna look like freckles when I'm finished with you.

- If I wanted to kill you, you'd be dead.

- Well, let's get Cook out here.

- Sure.

What do you tell the cops?

About the rape?

Your wife and children will find out about it?

- Who's gonna believe ya?

(gentle upbeat rock music) (water splashing) - [Claire] Mm!

Mm.

- What?

- That's my dad's room.

- My room there.

- Mm!

(door clunking) (soft pensive music) (horse whinnying) - Come on, boy.

(gun clunking) (suspenseful music) (horse whinnying) Just relax, guys.

I'm not gonna hassle you.

(gun blasting) (horses whinnying) (gentle pop-rock 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 ♪ ♪ You're not alone ♪ ♪ Oh-oh-oh ♪ ♪ Oh-oh-oh ♪ ♪ 'Cause I'll be there ♪ ♪ Ooh ♪ (soft tense music) (Becky groans) Buddy!

(car engine whirring) - [Tess] Hey.

- Hey.

Hey, look, the brumbies are back, this side of the national park.

The ranger was out there today, he reckons they've pushed through to you guys.

- Right.

- I'm gonna go and tell Alex at Killarney.

You guys right to co-ordinate it together?

- Yep, okay.

- Is that a problem, or?

- No, there's no problem at all.

- Yeah?

I'll see you at home.

- [Liz] All right.

Good morning.

- [Jodi] I'm ready.

- [Liz] Then hop in.

- You must be very busy with all the Miss Gungellan preparations.

Sure you got time for this?

- 'Course, I have.

Jodi's my special project.

(gentle upbeat rock music) (car engine revving) - Thought she was mine.

(tense music) - Buddy!

(Becky whistles) - [Alex] Tell Claire?

- No, I told Tess.

(bags thudding) She said she was gonna coordinate with you.

- [Alex] She was okay about that?

- She seemed to be, why?

- No reason.

Hey, Seany, when you finish with that, I want you to clear all the manure out of the yard.

Around the house as well, will ya?

- I'm not doing that.

No way!

- What, would you prefer to be in McGill?

Well, there are your options, mate.

Here or juvenile detention.

(bag rustling) Get that about the brumbies, Brick.

- [Brick] Yeah.

You gonna take the chopper out?

- Probably, I'll just check with Parks and Wildlife first.

- We're going out on a chopper?

- Brick is, you're staying here.

- Aw, that's not fair!

- It is if I say it is, right?

Get 'em moving, will ya, brick?

(truck door slamming) - Hey, Alex.

Is Sean Howard working here?

- Alex's idea.

Can't see it working myself.

(Jodi chuckles) (birds cawing) (insects chirping) (truck door slamming) (truck engine rumbles) - [Claire] (giggles) I think we're almost done.

- [Peter] No, no not quite.

(Claire giggles) Hi, Cathy.

- Oh, hello, Claire.

- I'm really sorry about- - Yep, thank you.

(door clunking) - [Peter] Who's that?

- Cathy Crane.

Brian Crane's wife.

(gentle music) - Wow.

- [Liz] It's Bacharach.

- Oh!

Yes, I know!

(laughs) It's gorgeous.

- [Liz] Thank you.

- Oh, let me guess.

Um, Royal Doulton, right?

- Oh, you know your china, Jodi.

- One of the advantages of boarding school, I guess.

Getting to see how the other half live.

- So you don't have anything like this at home?

- Are you kidding?

(laughs) The only Bacharach my mother knows of is that old guy Burt.

(Liz chuckles) - No, it's not good to be judgmental, Jodi.

That's my job.

(tense whimsical music) All right.

Now you pour.

And I'll criticize.

Cup stays on the saucer.

- Oh.

(china clatters) (horse whinnies) (gentle music) - I'm going, whoo, off with Meg to see where the brumbies got through.

We've gotta herd them back into the national park.

- Yeah, parks are gonna wanna cull.

- What?

You're kidding me.

- Well, they're a damn menace.

- Well, we think they're beautiful, don't we?

- Well, not when they mate with domestic mares and stuff up breeding programs.

- Claire, tell him!

- No, he's right.

I've told you before, they stuff up breeding programs.

- Hello, who was on the side of the stallion last time they got out?

- What?

- Yeah, Claire rescued a brumbie stallion.

- No, he...

I never said they weren't a problem.

- I've got some work to do.

I think I might let you girls slug it out.

(tense music) (birds chirping) - Jack had a couple of brumbies.

Saved them from a cull one year.

Said he'd use them as workhorses.

- And did he?

- They were trouble.

Okay.

(gate clanks) Gave Jack hell breaking them in.

I think he liked the challenge.

Recognized their fighting spirit.

(helicopter blades whirring) - I'm just gonna go check something out.

(gentle suspenseful music) (dramatic music) (helicopter blades roaring) - There to the left.

You gotta admit they're pretty.

- Yeah, pretty damn useless.

(helicopter blades whirring) (hooves thundering) - Alex!

Over here!

Alex, come back!

Alex!

Over here!

Alex, here!

Alex, come back!

(helicopter blades whirring) - Oh, what?

Take a look!

It's Tess!

- What the hell does she think she's doing?

(Nick chuckles) She's a stupid idiot, she'll get herself killed.

- [Tess] Ha, ha!

Ha!

Come on, move back!

Pull it back!

Ha, ha!

- No wonder you broke up!

(gentle majestic music) - Come on, Oscar.

(helicopter blades whirring) (gentle thoughtful music) I'll do all the talking, okay?

Hey, Alex.

- [Alex] What sort of stupid stunt was that?

- [Tess] Saving lives is not a stunt.

- [Alex] Oh, yeah, right.

I should have known, Tess.

- What?

- Oh, the fluffy fairy animal argument.

You know, next, you'll be wanting to give them names.

- That is not what this is about.

- I know, let's have a naming ceremony, invite all the little farm animals to come.

- Please, do not patronize me, Alex!

Excuse us, we've got work to do.

- [Claire] You did what?

- I was giving them a reprieve.

- I'm sure Alex was thrilled.

- Just gonna drive to the hill to make a few calls.

- You can use our phone.

You're allowed.

- I've got quite a few long-distance ones to make.

I don't wanna take advantage of the partnership just yet.

- Partnership?

- Business partnership.

And we were talking about the brumbies.

- I thought we were talking about you and Peter.

(horse neighing) - [Jodi] And do you know that else they've got?

Loo paper that doesn't scratch your bum.

- Oh, good, something new for you to complain about.

- Just because you grew up with sandpaper, Mum, it doesn't mean I have to.

Tess, can you please tell my mother that the recession is over?

(gentle thoughtful music) (hooves clopping) Tess!

- That's Becky's horse.

That's Becky's horse!

- Becky?

Don't know why you're bothering.

She's probably just nicked off somewhere.

Got jack of everyone and took off.

- Without a horse?

- Right-o, Brick, let's move.

Leaning on it won't help, Sean.

- He thinks you're a loser.

- So did you.

(dramatic music) (motorcycle engine revving) - Jodi, you'll follow the track from the creek.

Tess, follow the creek itself.

We checked along the fence from Killarney to the break.

- Well, she could've gone further than that.

That's what she was doing, checking the fences.

- Do you think her horse could have been spooked by the brumbies?

They were in the same general area.

- You don't think it was me who panicked them, do you?

- Peter, we'll split up.

You come with me.

(hooves clattering) (motorcycle engine revving) (helicopter blades roaring) (gentle music) - Found her.

- Is she okay?

Is she okay?

- Okay enough.

- Yeah, copy that.

We better let the others know.

(helicopter blades whirring) - [Becky] Buddy got spooked.

- [Tess] Was it the brumbies?

- [Becky] No, I saw them.

I think it was a gunshot.

- [Tess] The brumbie shooters maybe.

- Feel up to moving?

I'm gonna fly you to Gungellan, get you checked out, Becky.

- No, I don't need to see a doctor.

- You certainly do.

- [Tess] Well, can I come?

- No, sorry, mate.

Only room for two.

- I'm fine.

- Yeah, we'll see.

- Hey, hey, I can walk on my own.

- Why do it if you don't have to, huh?

(Beck laughs) (gentle acoustic music) (computer keyboard clicking) - Oh, I didn't know anyone was in here.

- I'm just sending a few emails.

I'll only be about half an hour or so, if that's okay?

- Yep!

Of course, it is.

Take your time.

Uh, Peter's using the internet in the study.

- Yeah.

- Well, he's making himself at home, isn't he?

- What, just like Alex did when he stayed over every night for two weeks.

- Well, if it bothered you, you should've said something.

- I didn't say it bothered me.

(helicopter blades whirring) - Oh!

That must be Alex with Becky.

- Alex never used Dad's study, Claire.

- I'm fine.

See, proof.

No broken bones.

- Can I have a look, then?

- [Becky] I'm fine.

- Good as new, just a bit dizzy.

- Um, can you tell Seany that I'm okay?

- Yeah.

- Hey, you wanna shack up in the house tonight?

- No, the doctor said that I should go back tomorrow and get a checkup.

- But you're going anyway?

- How about coming in for a cup of tea?

- Really, I think all I need right now is a good night's sleep.

And if you guys don't mind, I might get straight to that.

- Sure, whatever you want.

- [Becky] Thanks for the joyride.

- Well, I better be off.

- Hey, you're not gonna come in for a bit?

- [Alex] No, I got too much to do.

- Alex.

Are things going okay with Sean?

- Yeah.

It's nothing for you to worry about.

(tense music) (insects chirping) (footsteps trudging) - Jodi, is that you?

Is someone there?

(door clunking) Oh, jeez, Seany, don't do that to me!

- I didn't do anything, I just came to see you.

- To see if I'd carked it.

- [Sean] I don't know.

That jerk probably wouldn't have told me if you had.

- [Becky] By jerk I suppose you mean Alex?

- [Sean] Yep.

- [Becky] How'd you get here?

- [Sean] Walked.

It's not that far.

- So everything's fine then?

- Sucks.

I'd rather be in McGill.

- Don't say that.

Don't even think it.

Don't suppose they're from you?

- Why would I do that?

- That's what I figured.

- If you're not going anywhere tonight, you can stay here.

I could do with the company.

Game of Scrabble?

- Yeah, all right - Have to bear with your big sister, she's not too bright.

(tense music) - [Tess] Slow down, you'll be sick.

- No time, I've got a heap of jobs to finish because I didn't get anything done yesterday.

- [Tess] You were thrown from your horse.

It's not like you were slacking off.

- What time do you want me to take you in for your check-up?

- I don't.

Bob can pick me up at the gate.

- [Meg] Oh, well, I can at least take you that far.

- Ah!

You're up.

- Yes, all right, I slept in.

- [Tess] That's not like you, are you sick?

- Is this gonna go on all day?

- Well, I'm just worried in case you're coming down with something.

- Shooter.

- So, guess what?

I found some good alternatives to culling brumbies.

- Let me guess, on the net?

There is no alternative, Tess.

You either spend forever breaking them in or you cull them.

- Yes, I know.

But I've been talking to these really down-to-earth people, people who've had experience working with them.

- What's that got to do with us?

- So I'll need some help.

What's Jodi doing?

- Killarney.

Pouring cups of tea.

- Oh.

Well, do you even wanna hear my idea?

- Not if it's fairyland.

- Is that you talking or Peter?

- Oh, here we go.

- Yeah, forget it.

- "Forget it."

- I'll guarantee I've poured more cups of tea than Miss Ryan has.

- Oh.

- Ah, yeah.

(gentle thoughtful music) (Nick panting) - [Nick] Come to help?

- Something like that.

You need new horses, right?

- When I go riding.

- I'm sorry, I didn't mean it like that.

- I might need a few when I get some stock in.

- Exactly!

So why pay for them when there are horses going begging in the national park?

Thanks.

- You wouldn't happen to be talking about the brumbies, would ya?

- They're beautiful horses, and they're useful too, once they're trained for riding.

- Which, of course, I'll be doing, yeah?

- No, listen, I found someone on the net who trains them.

- In Montana?

- Uh-uh.

Just outside of Adelaide.

- Ha!

- Look, Nick, I know I can't save them all, but even just a few then- - Look, Tess, I know brumbies can be broken in but they need a lot of work, lot of time, lot of effort.

- We don't have any time.

They're being killed already.

- I'm not taking on wild horses without a good reason.

- I bet you've never even read "The Man from Snowy River."

- [Liz] One, two, three.

One, two, three.

One, two, three.

Back towards me.

One, two, three.

(both groaning) - [Jodi] I'm sorry.

- No worries, it's not the good Italian pair, thank goodness.

(chuckles) - Look, it's no good, Mrs. Ryan, I only know how to lead.

I was the tallest at boarding school, okay?

I was always the boy partner.

- Oh, we have to find you someone taller then.

Uh, Nick!

Have you got a minute?

- Not really, Mum.

Gotta go and have a word to Alex.

- Well, he can wait.

I want you to waltz with Jodi.

- Nick, you really don't have to.

- Yes, he does!

When Jodi wins the Miss Gungellan quest, it'll be because she learnt to waltz with you.

- Love to.

- You know what to do.

- Okay.

Just try and relax, 'cause I won't bite ya.

Okay?

- You might when I step on your feet, Nick.

- Okay, ready?

- Yep.

(grunts) Sorry.

- Now, you've gotta let the man lead, okay?

That way you guys need us.

- So it's a guy thing, then, is it?

- Afraid so.

(majestic classical music) - Hey, I'm getting better!

- [Nick] You're a natural.

(Jodi chuckles) Ow!

- Oh, sorry!

Feet!

- They forgive you.

You ready?

- Yeah.

- Okay.

- [Alex] Oh, get away!

What?

So, she got to you too, did she?

- Look, do you want a couple or not?

- Oh, yeah, Nick, for dog food, mate.

- [Nick] Do you wanna think about it before you make a decision?

- That's a stupid idea, mate!

Those horses will be more trouble than they're worth!

Mean, if you fall for that sort of bull, you're as stupid as she is!

- [Nick] And if you don't even think about it, then you're as wide-eyed as she said you are!

- Go on, deck him.

- [Alex] Is that right?

So now you're the messenger boy, is that it?

- He won't deck him.

They just yell at each other sometimes.

- Huh, is that it?

- Forget about it.

(car door slams) - Go on, drive off, mate.

(truck engine revving) - See.

Told you.

- Yeah, yeah, yeah, drive off.

(truck tires crunching) - What's the matter with him?

I would've punched him right out.

- Sure.

- I would have!

I would've told him what a wally he is and then I would've punched him!

(shovel scrapes) (whimsical music) - [Alex] Cleaned out that trough yet Seany?

- It's clean enough.

Wuss.

- What did you say?

- I called you a big wuss.

- You wanna have a go then, mate?

- Yeah, all right.

Yeah, okay, I'll have a go.

- Come on then.

Come here, mate, I'm sorry.

(Alex sighs) Jeez.

(metal pole scraping) - Don't you have any race memory?

These are your cousins I'm tryna save.

(motorcycle engine whirring) - "There was movement at the station, "for the word had got around, "that the colt from Old Regret had got away."

We gonna go and catch some brumbies or not?

(Tess laughs) (upbeat music) (motorcycle engine revving) (hooves trudging) - That's enough for today.

Good boy.

Eh?

He'll do.

- (chuckles) Did you ever think about playing poker?

- Yeah, I did, actually.

With Dad.

Always complained he couldn't read me.

- Yeah, well, I think that's a fair enough complaint really.

- He was worse.

Dad could be sitting there with four aces and he'd still look as though he's sitting there with a pair of twos.

- So who'd win?

- (scoffs) Dad, of course.

I was beginning to catch up.

But... (gentle music) Yeah, didn't happen.

- You miss him, don't you?

- It gets easier.

- Hey.

- He would've liked you.

- Hey!

What do you think you're doing?

- What's it look like I'm doing?

I'm racking off!

- You can't, that's not your bike!

- I don't care.

- [Brick] Just gonna make things worse.

- Not for me.

I've had enough of this dump.

Alex can stick it.

I'm going home.

(intense upbeat music) (motorcycle engine revving) (truck engine whirring) - I could keep going, drop you into Gungellan.

- Oh, no, Bob won't mind taking me in.

It's a useless checkup anyway.

What are they gonna find out?

I'm not already dead?

- (laughs) Yeah, probably better I don't take the time off.

Given that we're short.

- Jodi over at the Ryan's again?

- Yeah.

Yeah.

I'm glad Liz is taking an interest.

Jodi's learning all sorts of useful things.

- Yeah, like how to be stuck up.

- I didn't say that.

- Let's face it, Liz Ryan's stuck up.

I mean, the woman's so stuck up she doesn't even like me.

(Meg laughs) Yeah, I know, hard to credit.

(gate clanks) - Wow!

Shouldn't we move them out into the paddock?

- [Alex] No, they'll just get out of the paddock.

Keep 'em here until they settle down a bit.

- Right.

- At least, that's what it said on the website.

(chuckles) Good condition.

- Yeah, well, I'm not, I'm exhausted.

- Well, go up to the house, have a drink.

- Here we go.

(metal fence clangs) - [Nick] Lost are ya?

- Come to pick up the post hole digger, actually.

- Whoo!

- Sure you did.

(metal fence clanging) - [Alex] Got one thing to say to you, Nick.

There's one born every minute, mate.

(horses neighing) (metal fence clanging) - Why don't you admit it?

They're beautiful.

- I'll admit you've done a good job of rounding them up.

- Thanks.

(horses whinnying) - I think you should call that one Blossom.

(Tess chuckles) - Yeah.

- I was hoping you were gonna get rained in.

Could still happen.

- Yeah, but failing a sudden deluge, I think I can come up with a business reason to be back real soon.

- (laughs) And if you can't, I'll come down to Adelaide.

- I'd love you to.

- In fact, I reckon I can swing it for next weekend.

- Sounds good to me.

(soft gentle music) Oh, no.

No.

I've gotta in Brisbane that weekend.

- Doesn't matter, another time.

- Yeah, I hope so.

Well.

- You better go, before I get all mushy.

(truck engine revving) (car engine whirring) - [Cathy] Becky.

- Hi, Mrs. Cronin.

- How are you, Becky?

- I'm fine.

Sorry about Brian.

- Thank you.

Looks like you could use a lift.

- Oh, I'll be right.

Bob should be here any second.

- Oh, yeah?

Bob's time or real time?

- Yeah.

I'm running late anyway.

- Well, he could be hours.

Why don't you hop in?

- It's a nice day for standing around.

- Thing is, Becky, we need to talk.

Well, I need to talk.

(gentle suspenseful music) - You wanted it!

You're always looking for it.

- Can't you at least give me that?

- You're a bitch!

- Sure.

- [Sean] Hey, Becky!

(car engine revving) (suspenseful music) (motorcycle engine roars) (motorcycle engine revving) (car engine whirring) - We've moved.

Did you know?

- Yeah, I heard.

- Bonnaroo.

Well, couldn't really stay.

It's too difficult.

- Yeah.

- Not just for me, but I think for everyone.

It's hard, you know?

I was a reminder.

(tense music) 'Course, they know in Bonnaroo too.

But they don't know me.

So they don't have to feel bad about not wanting to speak to me.

(motorcycle engine roaring) You and Brian.

Was it just the once?

That he did what he did?

- Yeah.

- Was just once, wasn't it?

- Yes.

- See, I trusted him.

Not a bad thing.

It's part of the contract.

- I understand.

I trusted him too.

(car engine roaring) (gravel clattering) (motorcycle engine roaring) - You weren't married to him for 25 years, though, were you?

What?

- Nothing.

(motorcycle engine spluttering) (Sean yells) - So hard sometimes.

Making sense of your own life.

How are you supposed to make sense of someone else's?

Because you just can't.

You can't make sense of something that doesn't fit.

You just can't.

- [Becky] Cathy, can you please slow down.

- What for?

- I want to get out.

- 25 years, living in that same town.

Building up a life, it's a good life.

And in a single day, it's just taken away, and I can never get that back.

Do you have any idea what that actually feels like?

- Yes, I guess I do.

- I'm an outcast.

You have made me an outcast.

- You took a shot at me.

- No, no, no.

I wouldn't do that.

There's no one there.

(suspenseful music) (motorcycle engine whirring) - [Brick] Alex is gonna go ape!

- Just shut up about that!

We gotta help Becky!

- [Brick] What's happening?

- Mrs. Cronin picked her up, she was driving real weird.

- [Brick] Are you sure it was Mrs. Cronin?

- [Sean] Yeah, why would I make it up?

- [Brick] Get on!

(motorcycle engine revving) - You couldn't help what Brian did!

- I should've said something.

I could've at least done that.

- Please, Cathy, listen to me, you weren't to know!

- I did know.

- What?

- Deep down, I did know.

- It's not your fault Brian did it.

- I could have said something.

I just can't...

I can't bear the guilt.

- I'm guilty too.

- How?

- I didn't say anything and I was scared and he got to Kimmie.

Sometimes the truth is hard and we keep doing the same thing.

We keep pretending it isn't happening.

I'm no different to you.

(car tires skidding) (gun clunking) - Just didn't want to know.

I had a life!

- Whoa, whoa.

Hey.

Here.

Hey, I got it.

Mrs. Cronin?

It'll be all right.

It'll be all right.

(drink pouring) (ice cubes clinking) (birds chirping) - Beck okay?

- Yeah, she seems to be.

Penny for your thoughts.

- Peter's perfect, isn't he?

- I never thought I'd hear you say that about a man.

- Yeah, well.

I've never felt like this before.

(soft gentle music) He's the one, Tess.

I'm absolutely sure of it.

- That's great, Claire.

- So, Seany.

What I heard was you only took the bike because you knew Cathy Cronin had got Becky, and taking the bike was the only way to look after your sister.

Is that what happened?

- Not exactly.

- It's close enough.

I think we could both do with a cold drink, mate.

- Ah, beauty.

I'd rip the top off that coldie.

- Settle down, soldier.

Mum's got you a cola.

- Here we go.

- Sounds like we missed some excitement, Mum.

- Yes, on the other hand, there's something to be said for a dull life.

Oh, and by the way, darling.

Now, I don't know who they were for, but next time you hack into one of my flower beds, ask me first.

- Wasn't me.

(Liz chuckles) It wasn't me, Mum!

(door creaks) Yeah.

Yeah, I hope she enjoyed them, mate, eh?

(men chuckling) (beer bottles clinking) - Mum, do we have any napkin rings?

- Yes, in the sideboard with the finger bowls.

- Very funny.

Did I tell you he was the best dancer?

- Oh, so it's Nick now, is it?

- Someone must really like you.

- I thought they were from you guys?

(gentle thoughtful music) (birds chirping) (gentle upbeat pop-rock music) (woman humming) ♪ Common ground, find common ground ♪ ♪ Keep on looking till it's found ♪ ♪ Got one chance, that's what they say ♪ ♪ They're all wrong, 'cause there are many ways ♪ ♪ Got to want it ♪ ♪ Got to know ♪ ♪ That nothing's just as it seems ♪ ♪ It's not easy ♪ ♪ It's a long, long road to find your dream ♪ ♪ Nothing certain, that's so tough ♪ ♪ Nothing easy, yeah, that's rough ♪ ♪ Walk towards it or let it go ♪ (thunder crashing) (gentle electronic music) (gentle tinkling music)