[Emily] Oi!
Go on!
You flinch, and that's how people get killed.
And you? Why aren't you prepping for the muster?
Oh, we're just waiting for the boss.
[newscaster] Breaking news. Daniel Lawson,
the president of the Northern Territory Cattlemen's Federation has died.
- [gun fires] - [horse neighing]
[grunts]
[groaning]
The youngest son of the Lawson family owned and ran the iconic Marianne Station.
I'm the last man left, Dad. I can step up.
You don't have the backbone!
My grandson! He's gonna run this station!
[Graham] Our enemies are gonna be coming for us now.
[Sandra] That's the wonderful thing about the Northern Territory.
Mining leases trump everything.
We can do whatever we want?
You do one muster without Dan and you're taking my animals?
[Nolan] Deal was 800 grand and my pick of breeding cows.
And how do I know that even was the deal?
This is where your Pop bankrupts us.
- You know Campbell Miller, don't you? - Yes, I do. Very well.
[Colin] Get off me!
[both grunting]
[Emily] Just go!
They're not your family. I am.
He hates ya.
[Graham] I don't know why you stay with me, Em.
Please don't leave me.
That poor husband of yours is never gonna come good.
I'll take this place and I'll give it back to you...
Emily Hodge.
[Graham] You have no right to any of this.
Fuck off. And keep it.
Mum! Marshall's stealing from us.
Colin, I think I've got a shot at bringing Marshall back.
In exchange for what?
You cut Susie in.
Bring that boy home, I'll give you whatever you want.
[birds chirping]
[Graham] Thank you, brother.
It's my turn now.
- All right. - [horse neighing in distance]
[engine whirring]
All right, thanks.
[Emily sighs]
Hey, Suse, what are you doing today?
Trent and some ringers are going bull catching.
No, go and find Nikki. You guys can be on fencing.
I'd like the stables cleaned up after that.
Really, Mum?
- This is how we're going to do this? - Yeah.
You want to stay, you can start from the bottom.
Just like everyone else, Suse.
[horse neighs]
Sure.
[engine starting]
Bye!
I love you.
[exhales]
- Hey. - Hi.
You look nice.
Cattlemen's Federation meeting today.
Voting in a new president.
Right. Right.
I mean, you know, we've only stayed afloat the last few years
'cause Dan was president.
He controlled the weigh stations, Darwin Port, Quarantine mob.
I mean, we owned the industry.
And I need to show them that just because he's gone,
it doesn't mean that we are.
He was able to keep Miller in check.
Yup.
And I'm going to do that, too.
Because if anyone that is against us gets that presidency, they will bleed us.
[birds squawking]
Marianne is still the largest station in the Top End.
And all our neighboring cattlemen need to be reminded of that.
There's only so many times they can fix the fences, boss.
Hold on to them.
I'm going to go to the Cattlemen's Federation meeting to see what's what.
Maybe find us another contracting job.
One that won't fuck us like Colin.
You going to see the mob?
[cattle mooing]
[vehicle approaching]
[grunts]
- [phone ringing] - [McKenzie] Yep.
- [man groans] - [Colin] McKenzie. Lawson.
I've got a job for you.
No worries, Mr. Lawson.
I want you to find my grandson for me.
- He's stolen from me. - [man groaning]
My daughter-in-law's looking for him.
But I don't trust her.
I need an insurance policy.
If you and your brother get ahold of him first,
you give him a choice.
He comes home or he's fucking dead to me.
You get those quads back and you treat him like any other thief.
You kick the living shit out of him and don't hold back.
Who are you kicking the living shit out of?
Nobody you know.
I'm going to go for Cattlemen's presidency.
Dan's memory, your backing.
I can do it.
They're not going to give it to you again, mate.
You got Sandra Kirby, Miller. Everyone's got their eyes on that place.
- Nothing new. - Yeah, well,
you know our finances are strained after that muster you called off.
We need to consolidate our power.
If you back me, I can do it.
Marshall's MIA.
I'm the only option.
[helicopter blades whirring]
Oi.
Ah, there she is.
Whoo! Let's go and make some money!
Deal is, you stay here and I'll get the croc eggs.
Sharnie, what are you doing?
- [Sharnie] Too slow, I got it. - [Marshall] Oi.
Let's go, Sharnie.
Be careful.
Let's go.
Come on. We're pushing it.
Croc! Croc! Let's go! Croc!
Come on. Croc. Let's go. Sharnie, come on!
Leave them, woman. Let's go!
Come on.
[Sharnie] Go, go, go.
[Marshall] Come on! Get in!
We actually almost got eaten by crocs. [laughs]
Ooh!
Yes! [exclaims]
[birds squawking]
[cattle mooing]
[man talking indistinctly]
Well, do it yourself then.
[Ethan] Very well.
How you going, Auntie Em?
G'day, Ethan.
You here because Dad bashed old man Lawson?
Huh. Is he here?
Inside having a meeting.
[Emily] Hello?
- [country music playing] - Hank?
Hank.
- [glass clanks] - [Hank] Sis. Just be a minute.
♪ You touch me down ♪
♪ Down to my soul ♪
- ♪ Down to my soul... ♪ - [door opens]
- Sorry. - [Emily] Sorry.
[sighs]
- Hello. - You owe me one.
Let's take a rain check, babe.
- Sounds good. - [Hank chuckles]
What are you doing?
I was having a bloody good time until you showed up
and ruined Christmas, Mrs. Lawson.
What are you doing here, hmm? You come to accuse me of another crime?
Cut the shit, Hank.
Can you put some clothes on? I just want to talk to you.
- [exhales heavily] - I'll just, I'll wait out here.
- You want a cup of tea? - No, thank you.
- You want a biscuit? - No.
- Beer? - No.
[Hank] Righto.
[sighing] Whoo.
[snarling]
[crocodile roars]
[Paul] I'll give you four grand for the lot.
Cash.
Deal.
[Sharnie exclaims and laughs]
Yeah.
Right, yeah. We'll be in contact.
- Oh, my God. - [Marshall] Mate, that was unreal.
- What the... - I thought--
You got in that croc nest...
- I thought I was going to die. - I thought you were going to die, too.
If you could do anything with this, what would you do?
- Something like going to the pub. - Going to the pub. [laughs]
Oi, look what we've got. Let's go pub.
[whistles] All right.
Focus up, kiddies.
Got ourselves a real job.
[laughs] Okay, Mr. Serious. What job?
We're going to get ourselves some bulls, rich boy.
Worth much more than your croc eggs.
Sick. Where are we going?
[scoffs] You know, anywhere I say.
[chuckles]
I just want to know what you're getting us into, mate.
We're going to go to Two Tree Station, bruss.
Is that all right with you, boss?
- Yeah, bro. - Yeah? Fuel up the chopper.
[Sharnie] Oh, Rich.
Seriously, bulls?
[indistinct chatter]
You all right?
- Ah. Two feet and a heartbeat. - [chuckles]
- I need some help finding Marshall. - Oh.
Here I was thinking this was a rare social visit.
I hear that boy stole Old King Cole's quad bikes.
Why do you want him?
I promised Colin that I'd bring him home.
In exchange for what?
[chuckles]
Come over and help knucklehead here.
We need new brands to hide the old Henderson ones.
No, I'm not helping you re-brand stolen cattle.
I don't need her help.
Shut up, you idiot.
You got no imagination. Neither do I.
Emily was always the best at this.
Come on. Show him.
No.
[Hank] You used to do it for Dad.
Yeah, 'cause I had to.
Want to find your stepson?
Really?
Yeah.
That one looks a little too close to a Lucy Runs brand.
And that one looks like Brown and Hill.
And that one, I mean, that one is just terrible.
[both chuckle]
I see you've got some of Fletcher's cattle in the yard.
No, no. Bought those fair and square.
[laughs] Yeah. You stock your place with your neighbor's cattle.
And then you can just nip over and get more anytime you want, right?
Except for Marianne Cattle, I'd never steal off my very own sister.
Yeah, right. Yeah.
Ethan, have you read the Stock Act?
Started it.
Yeah?
I've got two words for you.
"Legal theft."
If you want to do what he does, what your grandfather did,
you should memorize the Stock Act.
Hear that, son? Legal theft.
[Ethan laughs]
[Hank] Ah, I really miss working with you.
Auntie Em knows all the angles, don't you?
[scoffs]
You're still going to have to adjust it for each individual cattle.
You're going to make it exact.
All right. That should do it.
Thank you, Auntie Em.
Can we go?
Remember, son, God helps those who help themselves.
And God help those who get caught helping themselves.
Good boy.
[birds squawking]
[woman] Mmm. Thank you.
[woman laughing]
[indistinct chatter]
[music playing faintly]
Keeley. [clears throat]
Nolan.
Heard Lawson screwed you over on that Marianne Station muster.
You'll need to keep contracting for a bit longer now, eh?
- You got any work you need done? - [scoffs]
No work for you here.
Not until we sort out that muster you did for our community a couple months back.
Seems us traditional owners haven't seen our share of the profit.
It's just a contract and you know that, Keeley.
I did a deal with your lawyers, put the money in a trust,
- if you haven't received it-- - [Bryce] You!
- You got our money. - Unc!
- [Bryce] Give it to us. - I got it.
You got trouble!
- Give it to us! - Come here.
[Bryce] What you do with that money?
Where's our money? Rip off!
If the elders see your face out there around another cattle,
and you cruise in in your flash four-wheel drive, flash clothes,
talking about, "I don't need no more contracts."
Makes them think you've been screwing them.
I was hired to take your cattle to the yards.
And our cattle got sold.
So, where's our money?
I did my job.
But it's the trust that pays them, not me.
We want our money now. Not next week.
Uncle, listen here.
The lawyers need to divide the money up fairly
between the families in the communities.
That takes time.
All right? I'm done.
We want our money now!
- Hey, wait here. I'm not done. - [Nolan] Oh.
- I need you to take a kid. - What?
- Dezi! Oi, Dezi! Come here. - No, no, no.
I thought we had an apprenticeship with Laggan Downs.
Or are you going to piss us off on that deal, too?
I've got to go to a Cattlemen's Federation meeting, okay?
- I'll do this next week. - This is Nolan here.
He's going to be your boss man. Teach you how to be a deadly stockman.
Bullshit. I'm not fucking going with him.
Hey, you're on your last chance, boy.
It's there or juvie.
So get in the car.
Now!
Don't touch anything in the car.
[Dezi] Shut up.
His first lesson can be how to mingle with rich white fellas profiting off our land.
[inhales deeply]
[groans softly]
[men laughing]
[indistinct chatter]
Hello, tiger.
Hodgey, what is this? Return of the king, eh?
Been up to no good?
Knee deep in it, mate.
- Good. - Remember my sister?
Sure do. Emily.
- How are you? Yeah. - Been a long time.
What do you know about a kid named Marshall Lawson?
Marshall Lawson? He's popular.
Why so?
McKenzie brothers were in here asking about him.
[Hank] McKenzie brothers?
Reckon he stole from his family.
Granddad wants them to teach him a lesson.
That's gonna be a painful lesson.
There you go, Mrs. Lawson.
Do you really think that that old bastard will ever trust you?
Fuck him.
So, is that it?
This deal's over. Let's get out of here.
No, we have to find Marshall before they hurt him.
[Bennett] Hodge!
Oh, this dickhead just won't give up. [sighs]
Reckons I owe him 60 grand.
- Do you owe him 60 grand? - Yeah. Fuck him.
- Shit. - [gun cocks]
Sorry, old mate.
There's a new king in town.
[sighs]
Okie dokie.
[Colin] My son, Dan,
had a quote he liked by some poet.
Uh... "Here's to us. Who's like us? Damn few, and they're all dead."
Yeah.
I've seen a lot of great cattlemen go.
Hell of a lot.
And now my boy's one of them. He's not coming back.
I'm an old man now.
But I've been watching here from the sidelines for a while. And...
I can see there's some figures in our federation that can't be trusted.
But us Lawsons can.
We've been here generations.
It's in our bones. In our blood.
Now, my son and I, we led this organization.
And I would urge you all to support my eldest boy,
Graham Lawson.
So he can continue that legacy.
Graham.
[Graham] Thanks, Dad.
I know a lot of you don't think that I'm the guy for the job.
But those of you who do know me, you know that I am.
I'm the son of a great man.
I'm the brother of one.
One who we all knew, we trusted, we followed him.
Now I can grow this industry 10 to 15 percent in three years.
There's FTOs that we aren't utilizing nearly enough.
Shipping efficiencies, amongst other things.
I promise you this, if you vote for me,
I'll fight for us.
Each and every one of us.
- Hear, hear. - [applause]
Well said, son.
[clears throat] Thank you, Colin and Gray.
Uh, as Acting President, I think it's only fair that I throw my hat in the ring, too.
As you all know, I was Dan's 2IC.
We managed to do the impossible, and overturned the live export bans,
kept foot and mouth out, managed to continue to grow the industry,
eight percent year on year.
So, I would only be too happy to continue to steer us right.
Thank you. Let's talk amongst ourselves.
- Voting will commence shortly. - [applause]
[Colin] We got at least 12 guys.
I've managed to swing the Hendersons, but you need to swing some more.
Yeah. I've got it.
- [gun cocks] - You'd fucking cut me over a couple grand?
- I'll fucking gut you. - [Bennett] You keep talking.
- I'll get you. - Keep talking.
Hank, come on.
You keep talking.
- Come on. What, he owes you 60k? - Yeah.
Okay, he'll give you 36 weaners.
- What? - He'll give you 36 weaners
delivered by him tomorrow.
That's more than he owes you.
And you can take a finger.
- What?! - Deal!
- [Hank grunts] - [people gasp]
Oh, God!
[Bennett laughs]
[Hank] Fuckin' comedians.
[sighs and coughs]
Hey, can I ask you something?
Do you know Marshall Lawson or Rich Petrakis?
- There's a new show. - Yeah.
Young roos stealing croc eggs.
Maybe stole that chopper went missing.
Any idea where I could find them?
Could be up around Mort Creek Station.
Thanks.
[Graham] What's up, fellas? Nice to meet you, too.
[Dezi] How long do we have to stay here?
Sit down. Don't move. Okay?
Can I have a drink?
One soft drink.
Be good. Sit down.
- G'day. - Nolan.
- [Nolan] Brian. - Hey, Tom.
- How's business? - Good. Very good. Really good.
- Two seconds. - Yeah.
Hey, brother.
Heard young fellow, Marsh took off again.
You okay?
Yeah. He's just exploring possibilities, you know.
- Big man now. [chuckles] - Yeah. He's making his own path.
What do you do?
Nolan.
Colin.
How's Laggan Downs?
- You looking after it for me? - [laughs]
Dad.
I sent an invoice for my time on the muster that you cancelled.
Trust it'll be paid?
Of course it will.
I trust we can count on your vote.
- He's your mate, isn't he? - Yeah.
You've got aspirations to be a cattle baron.
Yeah.
Well, I strongly urge you to vote for him.
Because this mob here are only out for themselves.
Hi.
They're gonna come after you, mate.
[Nolan] Well, we'll see about that.
[Graham] Ah. Don't worry about him.
Look, Nolan. I know what you want.
Build up your cattle station. Right?
Mate, absolute pleasure. Thank you very much.
[Graham] Become a real player here.
Listen...
Miller is dangerous, and if he gets his top job,
he's gonna use that power against anyone he wants.
Those two, they don't respect the land like we do.
I wouldn't take a chance on him, mate.
Not for a second.
And I know my old man screwed you.
- I'm not my old man, Nole. - I know.
Look in my eyes.
I'm sober, brother.
- Yeah. - Okay.
[door closes]
[sighs]
Ah, what are you doing?
Bit of nerves before the vote?
No.
Nah, I'm all right.
[Graham sniffles]
[Sandra exhales]
I wanna help you win today.
- Mmm. Does Miller know that? - [chuckles] No, Graham, come on.
He's not the same class as us.
I mean, I know he grew up around your wife.
Yeah.
Well, we know how the Hodges made their way.
What do you want?
What's your plan, Sandra?
You're not like Colin. That's a good thing.
You're a modern thinker, like your brother, aren't you?
Now, I can get Fitzgerald, Blackford on your side and others.
All I ask in return is that you keep Colin out of it.
You're your own man, Graham.
Um, well...
That's a no.
I'm with my dad.
[Sandra sighs]
Pity.
You're making a mistake.
- This was your time to step up. - Okay.
- Now... - Righto.
You know what? You'll never be able to fill Dan's shoes anyway.
[door opens]
[door closes]
Fuck.
[sniffles]
[Emily] Hello?
[Hank] Looks like Marshall's found his own little Neverland.
Not sure if he wants to grow up and come home, Em.
Abracadabra. The Lawson quad bikes.
Your brother's done something right.
No need to thank me.
These are all going back to Marianne.
Maybe one of them is. I'm taking the rest.
No, that's not going to happen.
[Hank] I'm not here for shits and giggles.
No, not going to happen.
Hey, Hank.
Hank.
[Hank] Oh, fuck.
Wa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa!
Drop the shoddy, boy. We're just chatting.
[gun cocks]
Where's Marshall?
Oh, he's working. Yeah, a bit of a busy beaver at the moment.
I quite like having a little rich boy as my gofer.
[Emily] We just want to talk to him.
He doesn't want to talk to you,
so, if you and mud crab here want to piss off, that'll be tops.
C'mon here, boy.
Go on. You, too, darling.
Lovely, lovely.
[keys jingling]
Mate.
Piece of shit.
Well, this was fun.
Nice doing business with youse.
[Hank sighs]
Cheers, a bit nervous.
Yeah. Right, I'll just do one more.
Thanks.
[Sandra] Mr. Brannock.
Just the man I'm looking for.
Rumor is, you're giving up contracting.
Establishing Laggan Downs as a proper working station?
That's the plan.
Well, then I think our business interests are aligned.
More aligned than,
well, those neighbors of yours at Marianne Station.
You have a coastline.
Yeah.
We should build a port.
- You and I. - [scoffs]
Sandra, I don't have enough cattle to make a port viable.
Well, not yet, but if you stick with me,
you'll have all the cattle you could ever want.
I have big plans for the Top End, and you can be part of that.
[indistinct chatter]
- Shit. - Shit, mate.
What, are you okay, Gray?
- Mate, have another drink. - Fuck off, dude.
- [waitress] I'm so sorry. I've got it. - [Campbell] Oopsie!
Hey.
[Nolan] Yeah, come on. All right.
- Sorry. - [waitress] No, it's-- No, no.
- [Nolan] You okay? - [Graham] Yeah.
- Okay. Yeah. - Thanks.
- You all right? - Yeah, I'm fine.
Idiot walked into me.
Did you get the votes?
- Yeah. - Yeah? I told you I'd do this, and I will.
- All right. - I'm fine.
- Good. - Yeah.
I'm going to kill that little shit.
[Emily sighs]
[Hank] You know what your problem is?
You forgot where you came from.
Yeah.
You always turned your back on us.
Couldn't wait to change your name to Lawson.
Ae you still pissed off that I got married?
Graham's first wife wasn't even cold before you started warming up his bed.
Shut up.
What? You wanted me to stay a Hodge?
What kind of legacy do we have?
- Stealing? Lying? Bottom feeders. - [scoffs]
Yeah, big words.
No. It's just the truth.
Yeah, well, what are you?
Last time I looked, I was worth $40 million.
Not bad for a bottom feeder.
No. You can have all the money in the world,
but no one's ever going to respect you if you earned your fortune thieving.
I just wanted more for myself, and I want more for my daughter now.
And for Marshall?
Yeah.
Yeah. And for Marshall.
Well, there you go.
Don't pretend to me that
you're into all this out of the kindness of your heart.
There's always something in it for you.
You're a Hodge, Emily.
[Hank chuckles]
You're still one of us.
[laughs]
I think I lost my wallet here.
Your wallet?
- We haven't found anything. - [chuckles]
Still, I thought it was worth coming back to check.
Can you help me with something?
[Lachie] Go, Susie!
Cool.
You get it all?
You're pretty good.
[horse whinnies]
[chuckles]
[Rich and Sharnie shouting indistinctly]
Left!
Here we go. Push him right!
Hey, push him right, Sharnie! Push him right!
Move, you mutt!
[Rich] Hey, hey, hey! Go on! Get in there! Go on, get!
[Marshall] Here we go! Here we go!
Yeah! Well done!
Yeah! Yeah!
Yeah!
- [both exclaiming] - [cattle mooing]
[Sharnie] Oh, my God, mate.
[birds screeching]
[horses snorting]
[Susie chuckles]
You've never seen campdrafting before?
- Will your mum be impressed? - [chuckles]
No. She's not impressed by anything.
But it proves that I know what I'm doing.
Have you ever read any Hemingway?
[chuckles]
[laughs] No.
What?
He was big into bulls.
Grace under pressure.
That's what you've got.
- You'd make a good matador. - [chuckles]
I don't want to be a matador.
I want to run the biggest station in the world.
You gonna get that by chasing bulls?
No.
By being tougher, and smarter,
and doing everyone's jobs better than them.
Good.
[chuckles softly]
Hey, we'll have to unload 'em and water 'em.
They're fine. Look at 'em.
- [cattle mooing] - Happy as Larry.
They're like that 'cause they're thirsty.
You're an expert, aren't you?
- Shut up! - Mate, what are you doing, you dickhead?
Hey! They're just fucking animals. You don't need to do that shit.
- [cattle mooing agitatedly] - [loud banging]
I think you need to remember whose show this is, mate.
I brought you in, so, be a good boy and do as you're told.
[phone ringing]
Yeah.
No worries.
It's game time. Come on, bruss. Cheer up.
Have a bit of fun, eh?
They're ready for us.
And these pricks, little lesson for you,
these pricks, you gotta dominate them.
- Show them who's boss. - Rich.
- [cattle mooing] - Shut up!
Mate, don't be a dickhead. Don't be an idiot. Hey! Oi!
Shut up!
Hey! Mate, stop!
Come on!
Rich! Get him out!
[Rich grunting]
[screams]
Get me out of here!
Fuck!
[Sharnie] Are you all right?
[Rich] I'm fine!
Shit. Marsh, we've got to get him to emergency.
[Marshall] Oi. Give me the phone. Give me the phone.
- I know someone. - [Rich gasping]
- She's a doctor. She'll help us out. - Deep breaths.
- Alright. It's okay. - [groans]
Yeah, it's Marshall. Lawson.
My mate's found himself in a bit of a situation.
About 40 minutes away.
[phone chimes]
Want me to read it?
No. I got it.
What?
It's a friend of mine. Dr. Feelgood.
She reckons Marshall's heading to her right now.
So, I think we got him.
Thanks, Hank.
- I'm good. [groans] - Don't get up, you idiot.,
- She's coming. - This doc better be legit.
She's legit.
All right. What have we got?
Hey, thanks. Well, he just fell off his quad.
Okay.
Let me take a look.
- Oh! Jesus Christ. Okay. - [Rich breathing heavily]
Well, I mean, probably broken ribs.
Maybe a collapsed lung.
You can go and uncollapse that bastard, right?
- Rich, mate. I'm sorry. - Chill, chill.
- I'll get some painkillers. - I'm sorry. Thank you.
Mate, she's doing us a favor.
[Sharnie] She's helping.
All right. We gotta go. Vernon's waiting.
Hey.
Just don't screw it up.
Yeah, thanks for your confidence, mate.
- [Sharnie] Okay, mate. - No. What-- No.
Calm down. It's a little prick.
Hey. Look at me, look at me.
[Rich whimpers]
- Almost done. - There we go.
- What was that? - It's ketamine.
Horse tranquillizer.
[Sharnie] Jeez.
Nice. He might enjoy that a little too much.
- [Sharnie] Okay. - We'll be back soon, all right?
[slurring] Sorry, brother.
I'm sorry.
It's all right.
I'm gonna drop you home, brother.
[Graham] Shit.
[Nolan] Look, Dezi.
When you're in my place, you get to be your own man, all right?
Think you can handle that, take on that responsibility?
- True God. - [Nolan] Good.
This fella. He a Lawson?
Hmm.
His family gonna get in the way of you building up your cattle station?
They can try.
But I think the Lawsons might be done.
We are here to vote for a new president of the Territory Cattlemen's Federation.
We've heard some pitches for the job. Now it's time for the formalities.
So, can the nominees please stand forward?
[applause]
[hushed chatter]
Right.
We seem to be missing Mr. Lawson.
That's, uh... That's all right.
We'll...
We'll get on with the vote.
[door opens and closes]
[cattle mooing]
[Vernon] As promised, 16k.
Although I should shave a couple off for Petrakis not coming.
We gotta go.
You're that Lawson kid.
I'll give you double for any Lawson cattle you bring in.
[Sharnie] Marsh.
Hoo-roo.
[Hank] Come on.
Come on, wake up.
Wake up, dumb fuck piece of shit.
Come on, wakey, wakey.
There you go. Get up.
You serious?
- [Hank] Do I look serious? - Hank.
[Hank] Get up. We're going for a ride.
- This his phone? - [Hank] Come on. Come on.
Where are we going?
Where are you meeting Sharnie and Marshall?
Uh, I don't know. Bondi Beach?
Mate, you've already put me in a shitty mood today.
- Shit. - What are you doing?
I'm gonna send them a text and tell them to meet us at Mort Creek.
Yeah, all right.
Get up. Come on.
Let's go.
Make sure he takes this.
Yeah, yeah, of course.
[birds chirping]
- [cattle mooing] - [indistinct chatter]
Here's your quarters.
You keep it tidy.
These fellas will make sure of it.
They're good workers. They'll look after you.
Here.
That'll fit your damper feet.
You start work at 5:00 a.m.
I'll knock on the door.
[Sharnie laughs]
[Marshall] What you laughing at?
Look at us.
- Mud crabs. - Mud crabs.
- Stars. [laughs] - Stars.
- Living like kings! - Yeah!
- Oh! - Ooh!
[laughing]
[music playing faintly]
I suppose you had this every Tuesday on your posh station.
No, no, every Thursday.
[laughs]
Okay, sorry. Every Thursday.
[chuckles]
Wonder where Rich is.
Yeah.
[Sharnie laughing]
Probably still up to his eyeballs in Special K.
That's true.
Mmm. [chuckles]
Marsh...
Do you miss it?
What's that?
Well, your old life. Do you miss it?
I'd rather be out here.
[Sharnie chuckles]
With you.
I'd rather be out here with you, too, Marsh.
[vehicle approaching]
- [Marshall] Fuck. - [Sharnie] Shit!
[Marshall] Who the fuck's this?
- Oi! - [Sharnie] You all right, mate?
Marshall, time to go home.
I'm not going anywhere.
You either come now,
or maybe you don't walk again.
- [gun fires] - Jesus.
Hey, you get away from him now.
Hodge, look, we got a job to do, all right?
[Hank] Your job is to fuck off.
Kyle, you put the gun down.
- Put it down, drop it. - Fuck.
You can go tell Colin that he made a big mistake sending you blokes here.
You're not touching that boy.
Keep the kid, but we're taking the quads.
Hey, Hank, you want to shoot someone?
[Hank] Yeah, finally.
Now, Kyle, you know I'll tag you.
So, fuck off.
- Fine. - Fuck.
- [doors closing] - [engine starts]
- You all right? - [Rich] You tell me.
[Sharnie] Come on.
It's all the same as when I was a kid, Em.
He was going to smash me over quad bikes.
And sending those goons to rough me up?
Pop doesn't actually care about me.
He's a prick.
We're still your family.
We could make this work.
I love you and Susie, Em. I do, but... I go home and what?
End up like Dad?
Pop isn't going to break me.
Your dad wants to work with you.
I want to work with you.
- Colin's not going to live forever. - No.
But he'll ruin everyone's life before he goes.
I don't know why you stay.
That place is poison, Em.
And he can die knowing someone in this world told him no.
- Well, Marsh-- - I'm not going back. All right?
You can take his quads.
Don't need them no more anyway.
Just be careful.
Some people might use you for your name.
Before Dan's funeral, they didn't even know my name.
They do now.
What are you going to do about your deal?
I don't know.
[phone ringing]
Uh, g'day, Sandra.
[Sandra] Emily.
You missed some drama at the Federation Vote today.
I have some things I'd like to discuss. Hoping we can meet.
Okay.
I'll send the chopper for you in the morning.
Chopper ride. Sounds like fun.
[woman speaking indistinctly on TV]
[cellphone chimes]
[chimes]
[Susie chuckles]
[door opens and closes]
[Susie] Hey.
Hey.
- Where's Mum? - She's not home yet.
- Mmm. - How's the meeting?
[Graham grunts]
You all right?
Yeah, I'm always good when I'm with my baby girl.
Come here.
What'd you do today, hmm?
This.
- [Graham] That's my girl. - Yeah.
[Graham] You training up for mustering?
Do you think it would convince Mom to take me a bit more seriously?
Well, you got my vote, if that counts for anything.
- It does. - Good.
You reckon Marsh will come back?
I don't know.
Do you miss Uncle Dan?
- [door opens] - No.
[door closes]
So, you're back then.
Get out to the shed.
It's okay. I love you.
It's okay.
[sighs wearily]
[exhales, sniffles]
You stay here.
[door opens]
Pop!
It's all right, Suse.
Just go back to the house, love.
Go on now.
Off you go, love.
I'm sorry-- [grunts]
[groaning]
- [belt striking] - [groaning continues]
[breathing heavily]
[groans]
[crying]
You sure about this?
Yeah.
To hell with my family.
We're your family now, bruss.
Just over this hill, the paddocks should be full of 'em.
They haven't been mustered in a while.
We're gonna take a few hundred?
We'll come and go over the next few days.
It'll be a month long before they realize they're gone.
- Whoa, whoa, whoa. - [people shouting in distance]
Marsh.
[engines revving]
[Sharnie] Looks like someone beat us to it.
[cattle mooing]
Who the hell are these guys?
[Marshall] I don't know.
They're not from Marianne.
♪ You are always looking at me Please don't stare ♪
♪ Every time I turn around You're standing there ♪
♪ Just because I sit alone Don't mean I'm free ♪
♪ You think you're so cool But you don't cut with me ♪
♪ Don't ask me what my name is ♪
♪ I know what your game is ♪
♪ It's just a casual encounter... ♪