The Man from Snowy River Page #5

you'd know the right thing to do is to walk away.

Now hang on! Your not the only one

that can make something out of life.

I've got plans for my own place.

Make them

with someone else's daughter.

I didn't carve this place out

to see Jessica run off

with some fortune-hunter!

You BASTARD!

SPUR:
Jim!

How dare you come in this house?

My long-lost brother.

Didn't recognise you without a gun.

Get out.

Gun? What is going on?

Come on, Jessica. Back to bed.

Oh, no. I'm sick of secrets.

Get to bed!

And both of you, get out or I'll...!

You'll what?

Blow off the other one?

Spur...please.

I only shot to warn you off.

I'd hate to be around

if your intentions were serious.

Father!

Tell me what happened!

Jessica, go to bed.

No!

I have a right to know!

Oh, for heaven's sake, Harrison!

Let's get this thing out of the way

once and for all.

Spur gave your mother

a wedding present - a young colt.

Old Regret's first foal.

But your father couldn't stand the thought

of another man giving her anything.

I wanted to shoot

the animal, but...I couldn't.

I'm glad you draw the line someware.

Your mother feared for the horse

and turned it loose.

Spur saw it running free

and came to tell her.

And your father found them together.

Oh, it was all quite innocent, but...

..your father was in a rage

and...Spur was shot.

In a way, she did go of her own accord...

..when you were born.

You're more a part of this, Jim,

than you realise.

Matilda's colt is now the old stallion.

He leads the brumbies.

Now, who's to judge a man the rest

of his life for one impetuous act?

It happened a long time ago.

I want to forget it...

bare no malice.

Hey, don't worry.

It's just the beginning.

Not the end.

Spur?

Mmm?

I haven't had so much

feminine attention in years.

I like it.

I'm leaving too.

It couldn't work, Jess.

SPUR:
Ah! That's nice.

You come to open the gate,

for your crippled brother.

You said enough tonight.

Turning Jessica against me.

Just as you did Matilda years ago.

You misjudge the girl.

Just as you did her mother!

Whose child is she?

Poor Mr Harrison.

You owe me the truth!

If you realy knew Matilda...

..you could never ask that.

Of COURSE she's yours!

But you dont deserve her!

Hah!

Oh, bandicoot! Oh!

Hear you've been up the big house,

boy, eh?

Did you break in more than the colt

while you were up on that muster,

hey?

Did you have to use your spurs, boy?

You've got the mind

of a gutter rat, Curly!

CURLY!

Loose the bottle!

I did it before...

and so help me, I'll do it again.

Oooh!

Oof!

You know, I could be hard to find

in the mountains.

You're welcome at my fire any time.

That horse is worth 1,000, Moss.

You know how much money? Huh?

Oh, yeah.

That's more than you'd earn in a lifetime

working for that PRIG Harrison!

Yeah.

Well, I'm going to fix him.

Yeah!

That fixed him! Yeah!

Who?

Bandicoot, you idiot.

They'll think he did that.

OK.

KANE:
Whoa.

Well, it's definite. We found clean tracks.

The colt's joined the brumby mob.

Jesus Christ.

Well, at least he's not been stolen.

Somebody set him loose!

No prizes guessing who.

Every man from every station about

will be here by morning.

You find Clancy?

Not as yet.

Well, get him!

That man's part bloodhound.

We'll get the colt back, boss.

JIM:
No, thanks.

SPUR:
You don't drink

with your partner?

Partner?

The goldmine.

Your father always had a half-share in it.

It's yours now.

You reckon there's enough in it for two?

You'd better have a drink.

May be the only thing

you ever get out of the partnership.

In that case...

Jesus, Clancy!

You're going to give me a heart seizure!

You never could hear anyone else

when you were doing the talking.

G'day, Jim.

Thought I'd find you here.

Staring at the mountains.

Yep.

Only place I'll ever feel at home.

Aren't you heading

in the wrong direction?

No.

Heading back for Harrison's.

You're a demon for punishment.

Somebody let Harrison's colt go.

What?!

The colt from Old Regret?

He's joined the brumbies.

There's a mob of us

going after him in the morning.

I thought you might want to be in it.

Well, they said

you were, uh...good with a horse.

What's the first thing you do

when a horse bucks you off?

You don't let him beat you,

you get straight back on.

Well?

Well?

No, Clancy.

Oh, well, that's a shame.

Harrison's blaming you for it.

Why?

ME?!

And you expect me

to go back and help him?

It's asking too much of a man.

'Man', did you say?

That's what my father raised me to be.

Ah, yes.

I often think of Henry Craig.

He was a good man.

Well...maybe it's just as well.

Yeah, they probably wouldn't let him

ride with us anyway.

No.

Where's Clancy?

He's not here.

Goddamn it!

We can't wait!

Gentlemen...

..I appreciate the speed

with which you responded to my call.

My colt, the colt from Old Regret,

is running with the most cunning mob

that ever crossed the ranges.

Now, we must be careful.

I've positioned scouts to send up flares

as soon as they're sighted.

Now... Hoo!

Thank you, Clancy.

I need your help.

I'm ready.

Look at him.

Come to survey his handiwork. Kane!

If he'd done it, he wouldn't be here.

You believe that?

Get him off my property.

Hold it!

Both he and his hourse are mountain bred...

...I think he should come along.

We don't need him.

I asked him.

You did what?

I want him along.

As you wish.

He'll dig his own grave.

You ride with me.

Come on!

Gentlemen...

..there will be a reward,

to be divided among you as you like,

when the colt is recovered -

100.

Hey!

Mrs Bailey!

Whoa!

All the men have just left.

Well...

Where'd they go? Huh?!

Oh, I so wanted

to go with them.

But...somebody's got to stay here

and look after the womenfolk, right?

How's he pulling up, Jim?

Raring to go. Thanks for your help.

Clancy, wheel 'em to the right.

No fancy riding!

We'll have them from the jump.

MAN:
Yah!

BOTH:
Yah!

MAN:
Hey, Curly!

First bath for the week?

Wait for me!

You can bid the mob good day.

Look!

Where's Jim?

STOCKMAN:
Glory be!

Will you look at that?!

Hah!

Hah!

Hey...

...promised 100.

It's yours.

That's not why I rode.

There are a dozen good brood mares

in that mob.

I'll be back for them.

And for whatever else is mine.

I don't like to repeat myself.

She's not for you.

Jessica can make up her own mind

about that.

You've got a long way to go yet, lad.

He's not a lad...brother.

He's a man.

He's a MAN!

The Man from Snowy River.

Whoo-hoo!

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