All language subtitles for The.Man.From.Snowy.River.S04E02.The.Grand.Opening.WEB-DL.DDP2.0.H.264-squalor

(birds twittering)

- The cart's full.

Want me to take it back?

- Yeah, thanks.

Get Josh to help you unload.

- I should be all right.

Come on, let's go.

(clucking)

(carriage rumbling)

(metal clanking)

(horses whinnying)

Whoa!

Whoa, Jenny, Jenny!

Whoa!

(dramatic music)

Jenny, whoa!

(hooves thundering)

Jenny, Jenny, whoa!

- [Matt] Whoa, whoa, whoa, easy, easy.

- Whoa.

- Easy, easy, whoa.

You all right?

- Yeah.

- [Matt] Couldn't stop them, huh?

(uplifting music)

- [Danni] I don't know what she's up to.

- Who?

- Hannah Kirov.

At the back of the store she's
had all the walls painted,

new curtains put up.

- Maybe she's redecorating.

- No, I don't think so.

She was really mysterious
when I asked her about it.

- Well maybe if you wait
and see, you'll find out.

- I hate waiting for things.

- I've noticed.

- [Emily] How did you go
with the wood cutting?

- All right, yep.

- Is it all done?

- Uh, Emily, you said you had some replies

to that advertisement?

- Yes, only one who actually had

any housekeeping experience, though.

- And a girl that was
a year younger than me.

- Oh, no, no, one troublemaker
in this family's enough,

thank you very much.

- What's that supposed to mean?

- Nothing.

- Did you find any birds' nest?

- Josh.
- What?

- Last time you went for the wood

you brought back a baby
starling, remember?

- Yeah.
- Excuse me.

- Uh, Emily.

(footsteps receding)

(door opening and closing)

- It can't be that bad.

- You reckon?

He thinks I'm an idiot.

Complete, useless...

(banging)

- Wait, what happened?

- Just forget it, Emily.

- Duncan.

Look, Matt's not like that,
he doesn't judge people.

- I don't mind being judged.

I want to be judged.

- So what's the problem?

- I don't, I don't want
to be a dead weight.

(footsteps receding)

(sorrowful music)

(sighing)

- Where do you want this one, misses?

- Right here, please, thank you.

- Hannah, what's going on?

- Danni, hello, how are you today?

- Fine, thanks.

What's all this furniture, all this stuff?

Provenance du Pays d'Oc.

It's French, isn't it?
- Of course.

- Are you throwing some kind
of fancy party or something?

- Well, not exactly.

- Well, what then?

- Well you will see.

- I tell you what, misses.

You better be sure you
know where this thing goes,

because there's no way
you'll move it on your own.

- I think here for the moment.

- Weighs a blinking ton.

Well come on, mate, last lot.

- Well what is it?

- You promise you will not tell?

- No, I won't.

- All right, I will show you.

(hopeful music)

- Wow.

(hooves thundering)

- You were right.

Including these, there's only 48.

- Missing?

- That's what it looks like.

- But why would someone take all that risk

then only steal one cow?

It doesn't make sense.

- More than one, I would
say three, maybe four,

in the last few weeks.

Some of our better stock, too.

- Well that doesn't mean they were stolen.

Perhaps there's a fence down somewhere,

or they fell into a gully.

- Four in as many weeks?

I don't think so.

Too much of a coincidence.

- It'd be the first cattle duffers

in these parts for a while.

- Well, on hard times
people get desperate.

- Desperate's right,
they could hang for it.

- Which is the reason we
shouldn't go off half cocked.

Now I'll go and make sure

they're not getting
out through the fences.

- Uh, no, it's all right.

I'll get someone on to it now.

- G'day.
- Matt.

- Well, how's it going?
- Good, good.

- Here you go.

- What is this?

- It's a map of the property.

You know how to read a map, don't ya?

- Yes.

- I just thought you being a
seafaring man and all that,

well, you might be more at home

with a sextant or something.

- So what's this for?

- Well I want you to check
out all the boundaries

and the fences, make sure
there are no breaches.

We've lost a few head of cattle lately.

- What, you reckon the
fences might be down?

- Oh, maybe, or it might be duffers.

I'm not jumping to any
conclusions just yet, though.

- So where do you reckon I should start?

- Well, I want you to
follow this dry creek bed,

around to this gorge, take it
to the right, that's north.

- Um, Jeannie Drabble, my
sister-in-law, Danielle, Danni.

- Oh, hello.

- Pleased to meet you, I'm sure.

- Won't you sit down?
- Thank you, I'm sure.

- Right.

So you saw our advertisement in the paper?

- Yes, ma'am.

- And you think you'd
make a good housekeeper?

- Oh, yes, ma'am.

- Go on.

- Well I cook dinner for me dad

when my mom goes down
to Melbourne sometimes.

- Yes?

- And I've been doing the
beds and that since I was 12.

Mum says I do the best tuck
corners she's ever seen.

- And laundry?
- Sort of.

- So it's you who does
the laundry at home?

- No.

But I help Mom fold the sheets,
and I iron my own skirts.

- Oh.

- Whoa, whoa.

(paper rustling)

- Nice.

Very nice.

- It says in your letter
that you've been working

for a family near Mansfield.

- Yes, that's right.

- As a housekeeper?

- No, governess, nanny.

Whatever you want to call it.

Zookeeper, I'd call it.

Never met two such unruly
monsters in all me life.

- So you've never actually
had any experience

as a housekeeper?

- No, but it can't be that hard, can it?

- Well, that depends.

- Can you cook?

- Well I'm not one of those
la-de-da chefs from Melbourne,

I can tell you that,

but I make a really good jam roly-poly.

- Did they give you any references?

- Who?

- Your previous employers.

- No, not exactly, no.

- What do you mean, not exactly?

- Well we had a little falling out.

Well, I mean, what I
get up to in my own time

is not their business, right?

Wasn't as though he was a
married man or anything.

And how was I to know it
was a family heirloom?

Looked like just an old card table to me.

- Whoa, steady.

(suspenseful music)

(gun cocking)

(suspenseful music)

(gun clicking)

(Duncan clucking)

- [Emily] This is hopeless.

- I don't know why we need
a housekeeper, anyway.

We do all right on our own.

- Not when the baby comes along.

- Well that's months
away, what's the rush?

- Emily, there's a lady here.

She said just come to you...

- Good morning to ya.
- Good morning.

- Mary Kelly's the name.

Oh, dear, dear, dear.
(tsking)

We'll have to see to that, won't we?

Now, my terms are two pounds a week,

and I take the job on a one week trial.

Seeing as how I've heard about

some rum goings-on with you McGregor's.

Oh, and I get to do things
my way in the kitchen,

no if's, no but's, my way.

Well?

I can't stand around here
all day curling me hands.

Do I get the job or don't I?

- Um...

- When can you start?

- Where's the kitchen?

I like to keep all my
pots within easy reach.

I'm too old to be crawling around

on my hands and knees every
time I need a milk pan.

Now, condiments?

- By the sink.

- There's no point in
having them by the sink

if you need them by the
stove, now is there?

- Well what if you need them by the sink?

- I told ya.

Now I won't stand for
any childish shenanigans.

I've been cook and
housekeeper in more houses

than you've had hot baths.

And I'm certainly not
changing my methods now.

Seasoning goes by the
stove, and that's final.

- I always like to change
the bed linen on Fridays,

that way when the...

- Fridays is it?

Well I'm afraid it's Mondays
and Thursdays from now on.

- Twice a week?

I don't think we've got enough bed linen.

- (scoffing) In a grand place like this?

I foresee no problem.

- Perhaps not, but isn't
it a bit extravagant?

I mean...

- Extravagant?

Well I don't know about extravagant,

but it's the way I've always...

- It's the way she's always done things.

- Hello, I'm back.

Lunchtime!

- Oh, Matt McGregor, this is Mary Kelly,

our new housekeeper.

- Ah, well, hello.

- Pleased to make your acquaintance.

- I see you've already started
making a few changes here.

- Well just getting the
things the way I like them.

- Fine, you go right ahead.

And welcome to the family.

- Well, thank you, Mr. McGregor.

I'll make the best of it.

(laughing)

- Right, so when's lunch?

- Lunch?

Oh, no lunch today, not until
I get my kitchen sorted out,

at any rate.

- Oh, I see, right.

Fine, no lunch.

- Why, I know.
- You know what?

- Well I know where we can have lunch.

- Oh, yeah? Where?

(gentle music)

Russian Tea Rooms?

What do they mean by Russian tea rooms?

- You don't understand.

- A Russian tea room.

- Oh, good afternoon, it's
so good to see you all.

- Hannah.

- Are we your first customers?

- Oh, you are, but please, come in.

This way, this way.

- Doesn't it look beautiful?

- Doesn't it.

Thank you.

- What's that?

- It's a samovar.
- Thank you.

- A what?

- A samovar, it is for hot
water for strong Russian tea.

- Well it looks magnificent.

- Yes, the whole place looks lovely.

- Oh, thank you.

Menu?
- Thank you.

(horse whinnying)

- Hey!

What do you think you're doing?

- I'm just checking out the fences.

- Or pulling them down.

- Yeah, well, it's fine, solid as a rock.

- It's very kind of you,

but why would you want to
check the fences on my land?

- Your land?

I thought this...

- What?

Thought you're staking a claim?

- No, I must have got the map wrong.

I was going by the stream down here.

- Oh, that's right.

Langara's south of the stream.

My property this side.

- My navigation's off again.

- Sorry?
- Oh, nothing.

- So what's the sudden
interest in fencing?

- Langara's lost four head of cattle.

It's either a break in the fences, or...

- Rustlers?
- Duffers, yeah.

- Look, I was about to get the chill out

with a cup of coffee.

Care to join me?

- Yeah, sure.

(dramatic music)

(spitting)

- What's that?

Cav...

- Caviar, it is the eggs of a sturgeon.

- I'll have that, but not too runny.

I don't like my eggs runny.

- No, Josh, the sturgeon is a fish.

Caviar is little black
fish eggs, delicious.

- Uh...

- Josh, fish eggs or whatever,

you're not having anything at that price.

Am I seeing things here,

or did your pen get
carried away with itself?

- (laughing) No, that's a great price.

It is very expensive,

but a great delicacy.

- Oh, I see.

- Um, what's borscht?

- Borscht is cold, beet root soup.

- Oh.

- Has anyone reached a decision?

- Emily?

- Um, yes, I'll have the Chicken Kiev.

- Ah, good choice, Emily.
- Thank you.

- Now that's with the cheese and...

- Garlic.

- Yes.

Anyone else?

- I might just wait a couple
of minutes, thanks, Hannah.

- But of course.

Ah, can I help you, Mr. Mason?

- Not with your fancy ideas

and your foreign delicacies, you can't.

There's no call for them
in Paterson's Ridge.

You'll discover that in due course.

Meantime there's no way I'll allow you

to poach business from my hotel.

- I was not trying to...

- If it's a trade war you
want, I can accommodate that.

Now to begin with, you can
forget me standing order.

I'll get my proggies over at
Blaine's Ravine in the future.

Good day to you, madam.

(dramatic music)

- He shouldn't talk to you like that.

- Danni.

Well, I think I'll have the
beet root soup, thank you.

- The borscht.

- [Matt] Yeah, that's the one.

- Nosy, aren't you?

- Sorry, I was, um, yeah...

Thanks.

- Have a seat.

(chairs scraping)

(sighing)

- Mm, ah, that's good.

Did you bring all this stuff from America?

- Most of the junk you
were looking at, yeah.

- Well I suppose it's good to have things

that remind you of home.

- This is my home now.

- Sure, but...

- Oh, I know what you mean.

But having things that remind
you of where you came from

can just make it harder sometimes.

- So how long did it take you to, um,

you know, to feel like
you were part of it,

that this was your place?

- A while, but my circumstances
were kind of different.

I've got a strange accent.

(laughing)

A woman on her own.

They were wary of me at the start.

You've just got to show them
that you're one of them.

- Mmm.

Any word from Rob?

- No, not for a while now.

- But he's all right?

- Far as I know.

You'd be the first to hear
if there were any news.

Or the McGregor's would.

- Any idea when he'll be back?

- No, sorry.

- No, it's just, so looking
forward to seeing him

after all these years.

You miss him?

- Sometimes.

We'd better get rolling.

(gentle music)

(dramatic music)

- Let's take a look.

(dog growling)

- Go on, get, get!

- Oh, it stinks.

How can you stand it?

- Accident at sea, can't smell a thing.

- Lucky you.

Matt was right, someone's
rustling your prime beef.

- And butchering it here on the property.

Hang on a second.

(flies buzzing)

Hey, well, he's got a wobbly
wheel on the left-hand side.

This looks pretty recent.

Come on.

- No, I'd better get back
and check my livestock.

You should fetch Matt.

Duncan?
- Yeah, I'll fetch him.

- Just gonna have a
look around first, okay?

- Whatever you say, but Matt
should know what's going on.

(sighing)

- Thank you.

All right.

Mmm.
- What's it like?

- Oh...

- Looks like the stuff you put on cuts.

- It's not bad, it's different.

(laughing)

(footsteps receding)

- Inedible.

- Just a bit.

I mean, I don't blame her
for giving it a fair go,

but if this is Russian
delicacy, they can keep it.

- Come on, get up, come on.

Get up, come on.

Come on.
- Whoa.

- Hey, hup, hup, hup, hup.

- Hey!

- Ha, ha, come on, ha.

(energetic music)

- Come on!

(hooves thundering)

(horse neighing)

(yelling)

(groaning)

(panting)

(groaning)

I'm all right, I'm all right.

- Yeah, and if I hadn't circled back

you'd have hopped all
the way home by yourself.

- I appreciate it.

I just want to sit down for a second.

- Come on, let me help you.

- I said I'm all right.

- Okay, only trying to help.

- What do you think you're doing?

The floor's scarcely dry
from where I've washed it,

and there's the pair of you
traipsing half the paddock over.

Off with you.

- Have we met?

- Not that I recall, but then again,

every man and his dog comes
trooping through here.

- You must be the new
housekeeper, Mrs. Kelly.

- Housekeeper, correct.

Window cleaner and floor
polisher, so if you don't mind.

- Actually, Mrs. Kelly, we do mind.

Where's Mr. McGregor?

- Search me.

- Well would you please go fetch him?

- And who are you to be giving
orders in this household?

How many bosses have I got?

- What's going on?

Ah, look, Duncan, the rope's an old trick.

You could have been killed.

I mean, better riders than
you have broken their necks.

So next time you decide to
go chasing cattle duffers,

you let me know, okay?

- You did your best.

- Yeah, we'll see.

- So you lost two, as well, huh?

- To the rustlers?

Yes.

What are we gonna do, Matt?

- Well, put the word out,
watch the herd day and night.

Where are you going?

- I'll get him this time.

- Well there's no need to.

You rest up, I'll take care of it.

Duncan?

- He's got a point to prove, Matt.

Let him prove it.

(dramatic music)

(gentle music)

- There you go, gents.

Best public meal in the
High Country, by far.

- This isn't fair.

- Oh, I beg your pardon, miss?

- Halving your prices, it's not fair.

- Oh, you're the only
one who's complaining.

- What about Hannah Kirov?

- What about her?

- Well she's not poaching your customers.

She's just trying something different

to give people a choice.

- Well it looks like they've already

made their choice, doesn't it?

- Only because you're bribing
them with cheap prices.

- She's right, Jack.

What I'd do you for these
rocks you call spuds.

- Yeah, she's got you there, Jack.

- Well if you gents want
to pay through the nose

for cold soup and smelly cabbage,

don't let me stand in your way.

As for your Russian friend,
if she can't stand the heat,

she should get out of the kitchen.

- It's you that can't stand the heat.

Why don't you get out of the kitchen?

- Better watch it, Jack.

Won't last more than a
couple rounds with her.

(laughing)

(Mary humming)

- You're gonna have to
move, come on, off you get.

- Just a moment, this is important.

- (scoffing) So is this.

Doesn't look like this
table's had a coat of polish

since the crucifixion.

- The table's fine.

- No, it's not, I know my tables.

- Can you do it later?

- Don't put off 'til tomorrow.

And besides, what's so important

that you can't spare 10 minutes

to let me give the poor thing a once over?

- My sermon.

- You mean your homily.

- Yes, homily, we call them sermons.

(laughing)

- Yes, you lot would, wouldn't ya?

Always changing things, not
happy with the old ways,

think you know better.

- Well it's not a question
of knowing better.

- You only broke away
so some fat English king

could divorce his wife
and marry his jezebel.

- Mrs. Kelly, there
are other denominations

besides Church of England.

- Mm-hmm, all non-conthumpians.

Give me the truth here
any day of the week.

- I'll leave you to it.

(humming)

- [Josh] You've got to get rid of her!

- [Emily] Shh for a minute.

- She said she's gonna
make Patch sleep outside.

- Josh...

- And she told me I have
to clear out all my toys

or she'd burn them.

- All right, all right!

- That woman has to go.

I've never met such a
self-opinionated, self-serving,

pig-headed woman in all my life.

She has to go.

- Look, I know Mary's a bit...

- Horrible?
- She's terrible.

- She's not horrible.

She's, she's a hard worker,
and we need the help.

I can't do everything on my own,

not with the baby coming.

- You're right, I'm sorry.

- Traitor.

- No, Emily's right, I
mean, we need the help,

and it's not as though we had housekeepers

queuing up to work for us.

- Mary will be fine,
once she's settled in.

- Yeah, but will we?

- Give her a chance.

- No, not if she's gonna
make Patch sleep outside.

He'll freeze.

You don't put a dog outside
on a night like this.

(groaning)

(dramatic music)

- If he's not back by
morning, I'm going after him.

- Duncan wants to show
you he's worth something.

- Yeah, well, he's not
worth a brass farthing

if he goes and gets himself killed, is he?

(thunder rumbling)

(dramatic music)

(screaming)

(yelling)

Duncan, where have you been?

We've been worried about you, mate.

- I slept rough.

- You all right?

- Yeah, I survived.

- Look, Mary's in the kitchen.

Get her to fix up some, uh...

- Yeah, I know where the kitchen is.

- Hey, Duncan, why are you
pushing yourself like this, huh?

- Look, I came to tell you
that you were right, okay?

- Right about what?

- You're right to think

that I was wasting my time around here.

Right to think I wouldn't amount to much.

- What are you talking about?

- We can't all be Matt McGregor.

We can't all ride like the wind.

We can't all handle horses
like their part of us.

- Hey, hey, hey, look, all it
takes is a bit of practice.

I mean, most of the blokes
around here can't even swim.

- Yeah?

Want to know something?

Neither can I.

- Duncan, what's eating ya?

Why are you punishing
yourself like this, huh?

What's this business about
not amounting to much?

I mean, you do a great job.

- What, of chopping wood?

- [Danni] We were the only ones?

The only customers you had all day?

(Hannah sighing)

- I think the people do not like my food.

It is too strange, too expensive, maybe.

- Well of course it's too expensive

when that Mason man slashes his prices.

- Yes.

- How can he afford to do that?

Well he's just doing it to spite you,

to run you out of business.

- Hmm, then it is working.

I have to go to Mansfield
today to see my accountant.

I think already he's worried.

- You can't go to Mansfield,

who's gonna look after the restaurant?

- I do not know.

It does not matter, as you can see.

There are no customers.

- This is terrible.

We can't let that man get away with it.

(door opening and closing)

- Hello?

Oh, Mr. Mason.
- Miss Kirov.

- I might have known I'd find you here.

- Yes, well, I know where
to get a decent meal.

(scoffing)

- Well, wouldn't have a problem

getting a table round here, would ya?

Not like the Railway Hotel,
it's packed to the rafters.

I suppose when it came down to it,

the customers voted for
the cuisine they preferred.

Can't beat a nice, juicy
steak, I always say.

(laughing)

Oh, by the way, I'll be
reinstating my standing order,

if that's all right with you.

Can't afford the time to go

all the way over to Blaine's Ravine.

Too busy.

(laughing)

(door opening and closing)

- Here's the deal.

- What do you mean?

What deal?

- Well there's no way we're
letting that dish washer win.

I know exactly the person to take over

while you're in Mansfield.

- Who?

(water sloshing)

(frog croaking)

(Mary screaming)

(Josh laughing)

- You little!

- [Josh] Ah, leave me alone!

Ow, ow!

- I'll leave you alone all right

when you can't even sit down!

(Mary smacking)
- Ow, ow, ow, that hurts!

- Mrs. Kelly!

- Do you know what he did,
this so-called son of yours?

(smacking)

- Ow, ow, ow!
- Stop it!

Stop that at once!

- I'll deal with you later, young man.

- I'll deal with Josh, if you don't mind.

- He put a frog in my soap dish.

(laughing)

- He's a boy, for goodness sake.

Boys do things like that.

- Not in my house, they don't.

- Maybe not, but this isn't
your house, it's ours.

And grateful as we are
for all your hard work,

there are some areas of its running

that are beyond your jurisdiction!

Come on.

- Suffer little children, yes?

- So how big was the frog?

- This big, easy.

- That must have scared her, eh?

- She nearly beat me black and blue.

But it was worth it seeing
the look on her face.

I bet you did things like
that when you were little.

- I can't remember, I guess so.

- Come on, you must have if
you were a mate of Rob's.

Must have been a pretty wild kid.

- Not really.

- Well what about the exciting
places you've been to,

and the strange people you've met?

The typhoons of the South Seas,

and the whales bigger than a house?

- Don't ask me, Josh.

- I thought you grew up to be a big hero.

- Well, you thought wrong.

(sorrowful music)

(chopping)

- Hello.
- Hello.

- What?

- What have you got behind your back?

- Nothing.

- Nothing in your pockets?

- Well like what?

- Well I don't know, a cockroach,

a lizard, or iguana.

- Um, I just came to see
how you were getting on.

- Just came to be nice, eh?

- No, well, yes, actually.

- What are you after, miss?

- Nothing, I...

- You what?

- Well I just wanted to ask you something,

and don't say anything until
I've finished, all right?

Look, you're a really
good cook, fantastic.

That casserole you made
for dinner last night,

it was wonderful.

- Easy as pie.

- Well it was wonderful,
simply scrumptious.

- You really are after
something, aren't ya?

- Well, Mrs. Kelly, I was just wondering

if you'd teach me some of your recipes,

because I really need to learn,

and, well, you might as
well learn from somebody

who really knows what they're doing.

And you're a real expert.

Oh, that stew you made, it
was the best I've ever tasted.

And the porridge you made
for breakfast this morning?

It was so creamy.

And scones.

- Is that it, have you finished?

- Yeah.

- You can call me Mary.

- Beg your pardon?

- All right.

- You mean you'll do it?

- Well I said all right, didn't I?

(laughing)

(carriage rumbling)

(dramatic music)

Careful, it's very hot.

(blowing)

There you are, what you think of that?

- It's delicious, Mary.

- Best lamb stew this
side of County Antrim.

(laughing)

(blowing)

Mmm, there's something missing.

- What?

- A touch of rosemary.

- Well we've got some rosemary growing

out in the vegetable garden.

- Oh, is there, now?

Well I might just go and
pick myself a little sprig.

Oh, keep an eye on the oven,
don't let anything boil over.

A good cook never lets anything burn.

- I won't.

- Quick, while she's gone.

- Hmm?
- What are you talking about?

- Well we're going out for lunch.

- Oh, no, not more of Hannah's fine fare,

thank you very much.

I must confess, I prefer Mary's cooking.

- Well you're in for a treat.

- What's the catch?

- Only that you have to help me carry it,

and it's scalding hot.

(dramatic music)

- Well, I don't know where
you keep your rosemary,

but certainly not in your vegeta...

Sweet Mary and Joseph.

What heinous crime's
been perpetrated here?

That's it, that is it.

That's the last time I work for
a Scotsman, or a Protestant.

- What do you think?
- Great.

- I hope it's worth the
loss of a good housekeeper.

- Well, we can get another one.

- With cooking like this,

maybe the woman was a saint, after all.

(laughing)

- [Danni] Would you like something else?

- You don't think she's found

her true calling at last, do ya?

(laughing)

(dramatic music)

(gun cocking)

- G'day.

(punching)

(groaning)

(yelling)

Let's see who we've got here.

(man groaning)

Oh, yeah, yeah.

Uh-huh.

(suspenseful music)

- Oh, you're back.
- Hi, Josh.

- What's happening?

- They can't stop eating,
and they can't get enough.

- Of what?

The sauced cabbage?

- No, the other stuff.

- [Hannah] Caviar?

- Oh, black fish eggs, yuck.

- What, then?

The beet root soup?

- No, the Irish stuff.

- Irish?

- Look, why don't you just
go and try some for yourself.

It's fantastic.

(door opening and closing)

- There you are.

Just in time for some
chicken and mushroom pie.

There's one portion left.

- [Emily] Hello, Hannah.

- Well it seems your little venture here

might be turning into
something of a success.

- Well I don't know what to say.

- How about bon appetit?

Isn't that what they say in French?

- Yes, yes, they do, thank you.

Thank you very much.

- Thank you, Mary.

- Matt, come and look at this.

- Not now, Josh.

- No, it's outside,
Duncan's got a prisoner.

(carriage rumbling)

(gentle music)

- [Duncan] Whoa.

- Wobbly wheel.
- Yep.

- Mason.

So you got your man, huh?

- The cattle duffer.

- I should have known it was you.

That's how you could cut your prices,

you weren't paying for the meat.

- So what shall I do with him now?

- Turn him over to the
troopers at Mansfield.

- What, you reckon I can get
him all the way to Mansfield?

- What, you mean by yourself?

Well it looks like you're
doing just fine to me.

Besides, I'm in the middle
of a delicious lunch.

(cheerful music)

- Come on.

(cheerful music)

(uplifting music)