Black Sheep

Man:

Hold him there. Hold him there!

Man:
Hey!

Henry, we've got a bolter!

Henry, Tucker,

go get him!

Get down, hold him!

Hold him! Hold him!

Good boy, get down.

Get down!

Hold him. That's it.

Good on ya, boy.

Tucker:

Come on, Henry!

Henry had

a little lamb,

its fleece

was white as snow,

and everywhere that

Dudley went,

Henry was sure to go.

Mrs. Mac? They're coming

down for lunch soon.

Coming down,

Henry!

Dudley?

Dudley,

where are you, boy?

Dudley?

Dudley?

Dudley?

Dudley?

Come out of there,

Dudley.

Ahh! Ah!

Boys!

Angus, pull

your head in!

Henry?

Boys.

It's your father.

There's been

an accident.

City boy, eh?

- No, I grew up on a farm.

- Oh, me too.

- Oh.

- You all right, my friend?

- Need some fresh air?

- Close it. Close it!

Woman:

Dr. Carey's office.

It's Henry Oldfield.

I need to speak with her.

She's in a session right now.

Can I have her call you?

Please, please.

Driver:

Nothing like it, eh?

God's green earth.

"All creatures great and small. "

There we go.

- Okay.

- This way.

This isn't gonna be like

the salmon farm, is it, Grant?

Hey, those fish

died free.

- Come on, possum.

- Shh shh.

What's that?

Angus f***ing Oldfield.

You'll wait

for me, right?

It's your money.

Hello?

Hello?

Mrs. Mac:
Unless you fancy nostrils

in the back of your head,

I'd not be moving

if I were you.

Mrs. Mac.

Bugger me days!

Henry!

Oh! Oh.

Oh don't worry.

I haven't shot anyone since Christmas.

Oh, just wait until

your brother sees you.

Yeah.

The Merino,

the Romney, the Drysdale...

these names are

whispered in the winds

that caress

the rugged hills.

These names are shared

in corners of

the farmyard,

and these are the names the

young men of the land recite

as they take themselves

off at night.

But in the future,

they will whisper

just one name...

the Oldfield.

Now you take it down

and lead it round in

front of the guests. That's it.

Stop so they

can touch it,

slap a flank,

feel the wool.

I'll take the other microphone,

give it to anyone else who...

has a question.

Get a prospectus

on every seat,

then go up the hill

and get the animal.

What are you doing here?

Lawyers have this

under control, don't they?

What am I doing here?

Our family's been here

for over 100 years.

Our father

was born here.

Our mother died giving

birth to me here.

This is where I spent

the first 10 years of my life.

And my therapist

said I should come.

Therapy.

- So you're still funny about the sheep.

- It's not about the sheep.

It's about other issues

I need to resolve.

Okay.

Angus.

Go inside.

I'll cut you a check.

Girl:

That must be the laboratory.

Woman:

Careful.

There you go.

- Okay.

- Astrid Rush.

Girl:
Who'd hire her after

the thing with the leeches?

- You're end?

- Come and give a hand here.

Rush:

Careful!

Grant!

- Up, up more...

- Sh*t.

Yeah, baby, yeah!

Go after him!

Oi!

- Whooo!

- Hey wait!

They'll never catch us.

They're meat eaters.

Okay.

- What was one, Grant?

- What?

Um, get in

unobserved.

Right.

And what was two?

- Collect visual evidence.

- Right.

Three?

- Get out unobserved?

- Yeah.

And four?

Blow this whole

f***ing game wide open;

Take the bastard under

and go down in history

as the two people with

enough balls to save this country

from genetically-

engineered devastation!

No, Grant.

Four was a have a meeting

about what to do next.

This is evidence, okay?

It's evidence.

Actually, that's probably

highly-toxic genetic material.

F***in' A!

F***in' A. And it's mine.

Or, it's ours.

You and me, baby,

all the way.

Yeah, Grant.

About the you

and me bit...

Now I wonder if

our relationship hasn't kind of got...

Shh!

They're in

here somewhere.

- Go!

- Grant, wait.

Man:

There he goes!

Oi!

Whoa!

Over there!

Where is he?

- Bugger!

- Grant:
Oh f***.

Right.

That's for me.

And that's for you.

It'll buy you

a lot of therapy.

Well, there's not

much around here

in the way of your

cappuccino culture,

but I'm sure Mrs. Mac

will do you a cup of tea

and an Anzac biscuit

for the road.

That's it, then.

You got rid of

all Dad's things.

Living in the past...

that's what's wrong with

these bloody farmers.

You're now the owner

of the biggest farm in the district.

What does that make you?

Up here's where the smart farming's

done these days, Henry.

Is that what all that

outside's in aid of?

People are interested in

what I'm doing here, Henry.

It's a whole new

approach to farming.

It's better for the animals,

better for the farmers,

better for the consumer.

It's an exciting time to

be in agricultural sciences.

And a profitable one.

More tea, Henry?

I think three's enough.

I should get going.

That's a pity.

You'll miss my rabbit pie.

I'm making watercress

for the Japanese.

Look, chopsticks.

He's quite the lord

of the manor now, isn't he?

Uh...

Angus was throwing

this away.

I know your father would

have wanted you to have it.

The Golden Shears.

Best shearer in the country

three years running.

Your father said you

were a natural too.

L... I really can't

see it on my coffee table.

You got what

you came for then?

Angus has

got his deal.

Guess I'm done here.

I'm having the farm manager take you

for a run up to the top.

But I haven't been

up there since the accident.

I know.

That's why you're going.

Oh, here he is now.

- Kia ora, Auntie.

- Henry:
Tucker.

Flash threads, bro.

So you a model now or something?

I'm doing I.T.

Internet stuff.

Oh. Nude modeling.

And you're manager now?

Well, your brother's hardly young

farmer of the year, is he?

Angus seems to think he's

got a handle on things.

The only thing he's

got a handle on is his...

Okay, farm boy,

let's see your stuff.

Sure.

Okay.

Come on.

Yah!

What happened to you,

darling?

Give us a hand, bro!

L... I just need

to make a phone call.

Jesus, man.

Just gonna shove her

back over the fence.

Hey!

- Tucker:
Hands up?

- Hands up!

It's okay.

It's okay.

I'll protect you.

Girl:

Grant!

Grant?

Is this gonna take long?

Because I've got a taxi waiting.

If you fascists

have hurt him,

I will organize the biggest

sit-in this farm has ever seen.

Look, we don't know

where your friend is, okay?

- Maybe my brother could help?

- Brother?

Angus Oldfield.

I should have known

you were an Oldfield.

I can see it

in your aura.

I think that was just something

he stepped in back there, eh?

- No, you have a very selfish aura.

- What?

How would you like a taste

of what you're dishing out?

Safety's on.

- What?

- The safety's on.

Just...

yeah, on the other side.

Back a bit.

And down.

Back and down.

Up.

Here here, here.

Yeah.

There we go, here.

Yeah, right.

...they were like,

looking around at us and...

What about me?

Can we give you

a ride somewhere?

Maybe to the car

so I can, um...

Tucker:

Organize your sit-in?

Wait for my...

for Grant.

I'm Henry, this is Tucker.

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