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(Transcrito por TurboScribe.ai. Atualize para Ilimitado para remover esta mensagem.) There's a secret war going on in the outback town of Claremont.

The gold here is so good and the value of gold now is so high.

Look at that. Dog eat dog. The wars are on.

Never once in my whole life did I ever say to you that you could have my logo.

Three mining teams.

We have put a load of money into the mine, so we have to make it work.

Finding it out on the one patch of land.

This is just some of the stuff Donny's been walking over.

Guys, be lucky if I don't walk over his big nose.

This time.

There was gold getting caught in corners of the machine.

Gold everywhere, like little flakes of gold and little nuggets. It was awesome.

Ritchie and Kimberley's 1.2 million dollar investment finally starts to pay off.

Well, that's a good sign.

Great overload.

Who's the mysterious stranger poaching on Matt and Damo's lease?

And in the pit at Swiss Digs.

What did I say? Don't check until I turn it off.

Fuck you. Back.

Donny and Ronnie's double act blows up big time.

Take the tractor, get the fuck out of the pit and off.

There'll be some good nuggets in here. There will be.

Claremont, central Queensland.

And team Swiss Diggings are hard at it.

Mine owner Dennis is on the gold.

There we go there.

Yeah, should be seven grams I reckon.

That's a good little piece of gold.

Only problem is, Dennis is 25 ounces short of hitting his 100 ounce season target.

And he's running out of time.

In a matter of weeks, the local temperature will soar into the high 40s and the season will be over.

Our target.

I reckon we're going to fall short.

Donny's also hard up against it.

I didn't think there was any colour out there, but I took some of that bank out there, mate,

and there's colour going in underneath.

There's a big bit of a pocket here, so.

He wants to help Dennis hit his target.

But at the same time, he's got his own target to worry about.

I'm hoping we might pick up a bit of gold in there.

With Ronnie's help, Donny's raised 50% of the $37,500 buy-in price he needs to secure the 1880 lease.

But without the rest of it, all bets are off.

There's some beautiful gravel in there.

There is some good news.

Donny's got his trusty old excavator back in action.

And that means he now gets to keep 70% of everything he finds.

By using his excavator, his original 40-60 deal with Dennis has flipped to 70-30 in his favour.

Trying to pay for the new lease up the road so that I can get 100% of the gold instead of bloody 70% of the gold.

I've still got about 400 metres of lease edge to go up to the next white peg.

I wanted him to check and make sure that he was at the bottom end of that run that I'm currently on at the moment.

Donny and Ronnie are on hard, rocky ground at the bottom of an old creek bed.

It's back-breaking work.

We call it BDM mining, so it's brain-dead mining.

And, you know, where you march from one peg straight down to the next peg.

And you just do everything in front of you.

At the opposite end of the old creek system, Dennis is working the shallow ground.

And he's hit a sweet little gold patch.

Bit of quartz in it, nice and spassy.

I'd say it's probably about four grams.

I get that it's not ideal, Ron. We've just got to suck it up, mate.

Ronnie gets 10% of Donny's 70% share.

But when you're not on the gold, that's 10% of nothing.

Why aren't we following up higher where the gold was?

Because the plan of attack is to dig post to post.

I don't think that's fair.

Ronnie's getting frustrated.

He's fed up with Dennis getting to decide where he and Donny get to dig and detect.

And Ronnie's the one who has to do the grunt work in the pit.

Comes a time when you're not getting the gold.

It looks like it could start costing you money.

It gets a bit upsetting and a bit frustrating, and I get that.

This bit of ground here has been so juicy.

It's paid up really nicely.

At Scratchy Moo, Matt and Damo are down to just one working machine.

So the old lemon excavator's holding forward at the moment,

although it's got a few little glitches that's concerning me.

So give it a bit of a pat and say, good girl, keep going.

Their main excavator is waiting on a replacement water pump,

and Matt's digger is getting serviced.

So they're having to make do with the so-called lemon excavator,

the one Lee threw in as part of the deal he did for a parcel of their land.

The lemon excavator!

All right, Leroy.

Damo's working an area the duo have dubbed the banana patch,

where the gold appears to lie in a narrow sandy band under hard rock.

The banana patch has been paying some just amazing days.

I mean, just digging hard to get to the bottom of that gravel,

and then you get down there and it's just coming alive

with just ounces and ounces of gold.

But it's a bit patchy.

And it's really hard on the machine.

Team Scratchy Moo have banked 83 ounces of gold.

They're the Claremont Goldfields' leaders,

and within striking distance of their 100-ounce target.

Can the lemon excavator get them to the season's end finish line?

In this situation, I need to be able to swap the mud bucket

to the tooth bucket to be able to dig through the gravel.

Oh, you bloody piece of a thing.

This is the glitch that's been worrying me a little bit, though,

because the solenoid's been playing up on the hitch.

Excavators use hydraulics to unlock and swap the buckets.

The hydraulics are controlled by an electronic switch,

and the lemon switch is playing up.

The solenoid's been playing up a little bit,

which disengages the ram and allows the bucket to come off.

And this spot is really important that I'm able to do that

because I need the tooth bucket to be able to dig at that face

cos it's just so hard, I can't do it with the mud bucket.

Hey, Moo Cow, are you around?

I think we should be able to go off and follow the gold

and then come back when we've made some money.

It's not my decision, Ron. I can't just do what I want to do.

At Swiss Diggings, the Ronnie and Donnie show is turning sour.

They're off the gold,

and cracks are starting to appear in their relationship.

I've got Ron in the cut.

He's struggling and whinging.

Ronnie has an issue with Dennis' mining plan.

That's bloody all right for somebody that owns the property

and they're not paying the diesel.

The thing here with Dennis is we mine from A to B,

and that's what I'm sticking to, that's what he's told me to do,

so that's what I'm doing.

The last thing I want to do is piss Dennis off.

Donnie brought Ronnie to help speed up his gold recovery process,

not to tell him how to mine.

I've got a good idea.

How about you concentrate more on detecting the ground

and pinpointing targets and not worry about how I mine?

Wins, wins, wins.

Dennis wants Ronnie and Donnie to follow a systematic path

through the creek bed from post to post.

I don't want holes being jumped

and I don't want, you know, turning left and turning right

and doing it at your own will.

We need to sit down and discuss the reasons

of why you're doing what you're doing.

It's all right for him, like, we're not on the bloody gold.

I'm standing out in the bloody sun all day long.

He's sitting on his arse in the machine.

Hey!

Why didn't you bloody dig that as well?

Because I'm just concentrating on this creek to start off with.

How about you worry about detecting

and I'll worry about how I dig?

Yeah, well, when I'm detecting, stop picking on me.

Mate, I'm not picking on you.

How am I picking on you?

That's how I bloody feel.

This is going to be a good day today.

All righty, so we're back in business.

Finding that gold.

At 18.7, after months of disappointing setbacks

and cost blowouts,

both gold processing machines are finally up and running.

We're almost at the end of our season.

We've finally got the dry blocking going.

We've finally got the wet paint up and going.

We're finally making some gold, so it's pretty exciting.

Richie and Dan are back on good terms

after a full and frank discussion

about how to fix the faulty wash plant.

Had to do what Richie said, and that was build a spray bar for it.

It's working, it's running.

So I had my ideas,

and, yeah, it's a lot different to what Richie's were.

And today, I may not be overly happy about it,

but it's working and we're kicking ass.

Dan's wife, Kira, and son, Brayden,

have been running the dry block around the clock.

Oh, you need to go slower, mate.

Next one, go a bit slower, yeah?

Yeah.

Team 1870 has only produced 45 ounces of gold for the season,

and that's largely due to machinery challenges.

To hit their 100-ounce target,

they'll need the dry blower and the wash plant

to deliver a confined total of three ounces of gold a day.

They have just three weeks left to do it.

OK, bring her up a bit.

Up a bit.

OK, let's go.

The pressure's on Richie

to find a way to process the gold concentrate.

Why don't I get rid of it?

We're making a little waterfall off here.

It should be coming off the table between this point and this point.

Richie spent $50,000 building a gold room,

a shipping container fitted out with all the gear needed

to extract every speck of gold.

Literally all I have to do is screw two bloody screws in

and we're ready to start turning it on.

Think I can bloody find a drill to do it?

No, so on the hunt I'll go.

The centrepiece of the room is the shaker table.

It's crucial to separate the gold from the waste material.

I'm up here. I've got this bloody shaker table working.

It's just delay after delay.

I'm going to look like... if I don't have this thing running.

Richie, can you help me get this power supply before it gets dark?

All the drills should be back there.

They're not there.

Kimberly's supposed to be helping Richie with the shaker table,

but she's too busy getting out her own treasure grotto.

You know, you've taken me away from home,

so I need to have those little luxuries out here,

considering what I'm surrounded by.

Dresses.

Jewellery.

Hats.

A container fit for a Claremont queen.

I've taken the opportunity to come up here

and try and set up my wardrobe.

While the boys have been busy fixing things,

I've taken over one of the new containers that arrived.

So, yeah, it's now my wardrobe,

and I've decked it out as much as well as I can,

you know, being stuck out here.

Might keep the snakes away, you know, the sparkle.

There's no denying Richie's extra spray bars

have improved the water flow.

So we're still getting a bit of dirt sticking to both hoppers.

But his quick fix requires way more manpower

to get the wash plant running smoothly.

The Brommer and Laws had to come here.

Kira's brother Kyle is now on the payroll,

and Braden's mate Joey has also come in to lend a hand.

Must have had a bigger rock go over

and just blocked the entrance of the trommel.

Looks like Kyle's getting it sorted.

Dan can't afford any more delays or breakdowns.

Time's crucial.

You know, the wet season's not far away,

so every second now counts.

We've got to be running as every second.

Can you send that waterfall up?

I might turn the feed down a little today.

There's one big rock there.

Here's what happens when you get one flat rock.

What next?

Ah, our Brussels sprouts.

What have we broken now?

Just every time we get a bit of momentum,

it just starts to...

At scratchy move, a layer of hard bedrock

has brought Matt and Damo's lemon excavator

to a grinding halt.

Keep going, keep going.

Put a spanner on her every now and then to keep her going.

Pressure all round with costs and parts and machinery,

so it's just a continual nightmare

that you have to put up with in this game.

Oh, God.

Well, it's a lemon excavator.

The door's about to fall off.

The lemon is their last working machine.

Oh, God.

Solenoid's gone.

It's going to take 10 minutes to fit it

and probably two days or three days to get here.

This is getting hard.

Over there, we're starting to run out,

so let's work out the next spot.

I reckon that's good use of time.

Bloody lemon.

At 18.7,

Dan and Kyle are trying to clear a block in the wash plant.

Oh, shit.

There we go. Look at it flow now.

The pay dirt from the wash plant

is what hopefully will contain the gold.

It needs to be separated and carefully collected,

and that requires another bit of kit.

Now what I'm doing is I'm actually using

and actually building the shaker table

to actually run this pay dirt that we're actually generating.

Down the drill.

Of course the drill's kept in the thing.

The shaker table is designed

to separate fine gold from gold concentrate.

So I've got this shaker table.

It came with no manual, no nothing,

so literally it's about trying to figure out

how to put this thing together.

Mark down.

It's impossible with this hand.

Everything I go to touch with this hand,

it is agony.

Absolutely agony.

Ritchie's still nursing a broken hand

after an accident with a drill.

Ritchie, how do you feel?

Oh, that hurt.

So we all know my history with power tools.

Back in.

He's still in a lot of pain

and needs help to get the shaker table sorted.

Kimberley!

Kimberley, it's a bloody mine site.

Kimberley's new luxury walk-in wardrobe

is a sight to behold.

Mate, seriously,

they're going to mock the s*** out of me about this.

Well, this is my little space,

and I need my little money.

My little sanctuary.

So I guess I brought the Gold Coast life

and fashion to the gold mines.

Dan saw me doing this

instead of helping him doing the stuff that's important.

This is important, Richard.

So this is me, and I won't change.

Better late than ugly.

I'm not going to go against Dennis in his mining plan,

because that will get me shot in the foot.

I don't even get listened to.

It's like not even here.

At Swiss Diggings, Ronnie's feeling underappreciated,

and Donnie is unsympathetic.

It's the end of the season.

It's hot.

The dust is getting to us,

and we're not on the gold,

and, you know, tempers are rising.

Mate, can you do me a favour?

I've asked you before.

Can you not detect until I turn the machine off, please?

I tell him, wait until I turn the machine off

so that I can hear the targets too.

Having Donnie and Ronnie over there working away at the moment,

I'm hoping they're on good gold.

It's pretty warm out there,

and Ronnie, he's suffering.

He's not real good.

They work reasonably well together,

but they fire.

Both of them have got some fire in their bellies.

Just slow down a little bit, mate.

Too fast, too fast.

Do you want to come down here and do this?

Well...

Well, shut the...up.

Well, I need you just to do it properly, mate, please.

Yeah.

Ronnie and Donnie's friendly sledging

is escalating into a bitter war of words.

200 metres away, in the shallow, softer ground,

Dennis's detector is doing the talking.

Is there better?

Yep, she is.

Nice little specie there.

Probably four grams.

Can't ask for better than that.

Dennis is only a metre down.

He's barely punched through the topsoil.

It's good, it's still paying off, it's still coming out.

Yeah.

That's nice.

There it is.

Yeah, that's a cracker too.

There we go, that's another three or four grams.

I'd say maybe closer to five, actually.

It's a pretty half-reasonable piece.

In this area here, the nugs are good-sized nugs.

It's certainly a lot better gold than what 1870's producing.

Meanwhile, Donnie and Ronnie are at breaking point.

Just make sure you get right up into that edge, Ron.

Do you want to get off your arse and come down and do it?

I can't. I'm not doing this, mate.

Yeah, like, Dennis is over there where he is.

He's on good gold.

We're over here on Struggle Street.

I'm going to put up with this mouth.

It's starting to take its toll.

Ron! Ron!

What?

What did I say? Don't detect until I turn it off.

Look, you fat...

Oh, really?

Yeah.

Mate, just sit up there and keep your mouth shut.

All right, take your...detector,

get the...out of the pit and...off.

At Scratchy Moon, Matt and Damo have decided

to test some new ground close to their mine.

It does look like good ground.

Yeah, this side looks pretty good, too.

They're waiting on replacement parts

for their broken-down excavators.

What? This is a person over there.

Poachers, poachers. They just keep coming.

Hey!

Hey, what are you doing?

They now have a new problem to worry about.

They've stumbled across an intruder poaching on their land.

What are you doing here? You're on our lease.

You're on a lease. This is a lease.

What are you doing here?

Where's your phone?

Look for gold.

Next thing you know, there's this guy in the bush.

I just couldn't believe it.

Like, right in the middle of the lease.

Where's the camera?

Don't worry about the camera.

You just can't be here.

How did you get here?

I come from France.

Yeah, I can see that.

People should not be in the middle of your lease.

Doesn't matter who it is.

So it's not really a great thing.

You.

Is there anyone else here with you?

Yes. Lee.

When Lee's name was dropped, it was like,

OK, one of Lee's tour crews just managed to wander off.

He's over here.

Having pegged the new lease he bought off Matt and Damo,

Lee's wasted no time

getting his prospecting tour business up and running.

It's pretty strong.

The money he makes from it will help fund his mining venture.

I get lost.

You're not lost. You're on a lease.

You shouldn't be here.

I have some gold.

That's not too bad, actually.

You know, at that point, we sort of just backed off a bit.

All right, look, I'll tell you what we'll do.

We'll just hit Lee up.

We'll just get the money out of Lee for the gold that he has.

You can sort this out, Lee.

It's good gold.

It's good gold.

All our gold's good gold.

That's our gold, but we're going to let you keep it.

OK.

You're going to have to get lost back over.

You've got to walk back that way.

It's worse when people are belligerent

or they're doing it on purpose.

And this guy obviously wasn't, you know.

He was just over having a good time on a tour group.

OK, bye-bye. Merci. Au revoir.

All right, mate. Keep walking until you find Lee.

We're going to get him on the radio. Keep going that way.

OK, no problem. Towards the sun.

Australian GPS. Bye-bye.

He's heading back through there now, so we'd better call Lee up.

Lee McGrath. Lee McGrath, are you on channel?

Lee McGrath, copy. Do you copy?

Copy.

It is, mate.

Have you got tabs on all your tour party?

I've got one that's, um...

..yeah, I can't find at the moment.

He is at least a kilometre off where I think you guys should be

and in the middle of our lease.

Where is he now? Is he pointing back?

Or did Lee come and get him?

No, I pointed him in the direction

and he should be most of the way back there by now.

And he found some gold, so we're going to have to talk about that.

Stay off him?

No, we...

Once we realised it was a tourist and he was with you,

we let him keep it.

Otherwise, you know, so as not to ruin his experience.

But you're going to pay us back, brother.

Yeah, no worries with that. Thanks for doing that.

No, that's big of you.

Yeah, I'll sort you out with some colour. No worries.

All right, cool.

All right, let's go and get some...

Oh, man.

All right, next.

OK.

All right, next.

At Swistig...

Do you hear that?

..Ronnie and Donnie's blow-up is reverberating

right across the mine site.

Is that Donnie?

No, we're not putting up with that.

No way in the world.

What's happening?

What is it?

They're arguing down there by the sound of it.

They've got real loud voices going.

Oh...

These boys are on it, eh?

So I had to go and try and sort it out.

Oh, man.

Don't eat the... Really don't.

Dennis doesn't need a full-scale war on his patch.

If he's to have any chance

of hitting his end-of-season target,

he needs everyone to keep playing nicely

for a bit longer.

I'm not watching you, man. You want to be a smart-arse?

Ho, ho, ho, ho.

Mate, take it, take it.

What's going on here?

Oi, what are yous arguing about?

I can hear yous way out there.

We end up having it out.

I end up raising my voice and getting really cranky,

and next thing you know,

I've got Dennis down at the top.

What's going on, boys?

Well, tell him, Ron.

Tell him how you don't like the mining plan that he's got.

I don't... I don't mind

mining from one end of the lease

to the other, but

we need to be following the gold, too,

and then come back.

It sort of pissed me off massively

that I've got Ron, a hired help,

to Donny, questioning

my mining plan.

We might just as well be mining

bloody rock

at the moment.

Why don't we open a quarry?

Ronny, you can't do this, man.

And I can't be playing...

Seriously, the whole McMasters

just heard you two going off.

Nup said I'm...

I'm gonna go home for the rest

of the day.

I'll end up saying something I shouldn't

say.

Come back with a better attitude when you come back.

Oh, you shut up.

Can you just keep persevering,

man?

At 18.7,

Richie and Kimberley are putting the finishing

touches to their gold room.

This should be

the final piece of equipment to be

put in place.

So it's getting really exciting here now. We've got the wash plan

up and going, the dry blower up and going,

and Rich and I are just finishing off the

shaker table, so we're starting to

see it all come together, which is

really exciting. I know it's taken a long time,

and we're starting to get the gold,

and that's what we're here for.

At the wash plant,

Dan's just about ready for the cleanup

from the first major dirt run.

Righty-o, guys, I think we

give that concentrator a clean-out, eh?

450

tonnes of pay dirt has gone

through the wash plant.

The riffle trays should have caught the coarse

gold and the finer material.

The gold they've gambled their future

on is hopefully in the concentrate.

Just turn that one off at the key,

Kyle.

You know,

I want to do a quick pan and see if it

gives us a bit of an indication.

I'm just hoping Richie's got that

cleanup table sorted, otherwise all my

hard work is

pointless. That's his baby,

he'd want to take care of that, I'd take care of

everything else.

It's all on you, Richie.

Dan will now flush some water

through the concentrator to wash

the gold-bearing dirt into a bucket.

Is that just water coming out yet, bud?

Still a bit of rock, yeah.

In this pan, if I could get, say,

0.2 of a gram,

I'd be pretty happy.

There we go. There's more than 0.2

of a gram in that.

10-19.

10-19.

At Lee's

lease, the French tourist

has found his way back to the rest of the

group. We've just got everyone back

in, we've got everyone back, long last.

Time for

Lee to lay down the law.

We had someone wander off,

which, yeah, got a little bit

lost. Now, what's

happened is he's pushed over onto another

lease, which is an issue for me.

We've got to know where we are

at all times.

The last thing Lee needs is a border

wall with Matt and Damon,

who sold him the land in the first place.

And that's just what'll happen

if he doesn't stop the gold

fever wandering in its tracks.

If we start

going on other people's leases, one, they're

going to get with me and try and close me down.

You're lucky that we

know the guys next door, because if

you wander onto another person's lease,

they're generally not happy.

So now we're going to make sure we buddy up with

someone. So, Damon, you're going to go

with Josh this time, so Josh will be with you,

because we just can't afford you to get lost

again.

I know the other bloke sent you back for the sun

because you would have come back to us,

but don't anymore, just stay still.

All right, grab your gear, let's go.

He obviously hasn't

understood when we were explaining the maps.

It could have been a language barrier.

He must have seen the red trees and just

kept walking. Lee charges

$800 for his

prospecting tours.

He stands to make $8,000

from his three-day workshop

if all goes to plan.

He can't afford to upset his

neighbours. How we doing, guys?

It's never a good call to take when,

especially if you're

running tours, and you've got

someone on someone else's lease.

If Frenchie can pull it out, I can, I'll tell you that.

Matt and Damon

are shrewd opportunists.

They're now targeting the same

patch of dirt where the wayward

French prospector found his

version of El Dorado.

There's a target there.