Original subtitles

[bird squawking]

[Emily] People say the Territory only has two seasons.

Drought and flood.

And it's true. Everything up here is trying to kill you.

The climate.

The land.

The animals.

But you learn to live with it.

It makes us who we are.

[animals calling]

And the beauty.

I call this place home.

My family's here.

And I love it.

But it can be hard.

[indistinct chatter]

Morning, Emily.

[men shouting]

[ringer] Get in there, newbies!

- [crowd chattering] - [bull bellows]

[bellowing]

[cheering, laughter]

[Emily] Oi!

Go on!

- [bull bellows] - Oh, shit.

You flinch, you're teaching that bastard that he's boss

and he'll go every single person he comes across after that.

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.

Daniel's not back?

Haven't seen him.

You're new? You been inducted yet?

[Nikki] No.

Go on up to the office and someone will sort you out.

[Trent] Brannock mob here, look.

[Nikki] Who's that?

[Trent] Nolan Brannock and his contract musterers.

We've hired them to bring our cattle in.

You guys keep prepping for the muster.

All right, you mob, listen up.

This is our biggest contract yet.

800k straight back into our station.

Do your job right, and next time we won't be working for these fellas.

They'll be working for us.

We're bringing in thousands of cattle this week.

Work hard. Work fast. Get the job done.

- [man] Plenty of coin, Nolan? - [Nolan] Let's go.

[men exclaiming, whooping]

I'm Daniel Lawson.

Welcome to my place. Marianne Station.

A cattle empire, the envy of all our competitors.

Every mustering season, our numbers grow to round up

tens of thousands of cattle,

so we can send them off to market overseas.

In 1863, this land was settled by Lawson men.

And it's been in the family ever since.

Me and my brother, Daniel, we're fifth generation at this place.

Fifth generation.

[chuckles]

Fuckin' hell.

[Daniel] I'm the boss of the world's biggest cattle station!

We're the size of Belgium.

We're the biggest because we're the best.

And you're now part of the team right here in Australia's Northern Territory.

Now we're gonna work you hard.

If you prove yourself, you'll have a job for life.

You'll be part of the family.

- [vehicle approaching] - [horn honks]

[man shouts]

[indistinct chatter]

- [Graham] Hey, babe. - Uh, Dan's not here.

Shit. I wish he'd tell us what he's doing.

G'day, Nolan.

It's nice to see ya.

It's good to see you, mate.

Good to see you, Nole. Have you been good? How's your place?

Yep, ready for stock. Then I'll be done with you mob.

[chuckles] I was wondering why you took this job.

[Graham] Uh, probably the 800 large we're giving him. Ay, bruss?

Pick of your breeding cows.

[chuckles] Yeah, that's good.

[Colin] Brannock.

[Nolan] Colin.

Can I have the program, please?

Well, Dan's got it. He's not here, mate.

Where the fuck is he?

[Graham] I don't know.

I don't know.

Um, so, the plan was, uh, was the river paddock first.

Hasn't been mustered for a while, so there's a lot of wild cattle that...

I want you to wait for my son.

He runs Marianne Station.

Come on. He's probably out there waiting for us.

You keep your mouth shut.

I'll let you mobs sort this out.

Um, Colin, we really should get Brannock moving,

because he's costing us $22,000 a day

and we've got the trucks booked and the quarantine yards...

Do you know which cattle agent Dan's using?

You know which ship's carrying the stock?

Nah.

You wait for Dan.

I reckon we just start the muster.

I'll take the newbies, you ride out with Brannock.

No, I'm not up to bull catching today, baby.

Why don't you go with Nole and I'll look for Dan?

- [Emily] I'm gonna ride with you. - Mmm-hmm.

[indistinct chatter]

[birds squawking]

[distant horse whinnying]

[hooves thudding]

[groans softly]

[grunts]

[groans]

[grunting, groaning]

[horse neighs]

[breathing heavily]

[straining]

[panting]

[groaning]

Help!

[Nolan] Is it true about this place?

The rumors I've been hearing?

Big boss of Marianne Station can't even show up for his own muster.

No wonder you mob in trouble.

Sure I'm gonna get paid for this?

- Yeah, you'll get it. - Good.

- If you do your job right. - I will.

Don't you worry about us.

Us Lawsons'll be fine. Always are.

[groaning]

- [panting and grunting] - [flies buzzing]

[exhales heavily]

[dingoes barking and howling]

Fuckin' hell.

Oh, not this.

[breathing heavily]

[groans]

[dingo snarling]

[barking]

Come on then. Let's fucking have it.

Huh?

[shouts] Come on!

[groaning] Fuck!

Fuck! Fuck!

[groaning]

- [screaming] - [barking continues]

[indistinct chatter over radio]

[engines revving]

[men shouting indistinctly]

I reckon there's about 4,000 head in this paddock.

So, we're gonna run along the fence, run 'em in the yard.

You head across to that red country and I reckon you'll find some mobs there.

[Nolan] Roger.

[man whistling]

[cattle mooing]

Don't let 'em over the black soil,

if they get into the scrub, you'll lose 'em.

Okay. We'll circle around.

Hey, boss, we got a cleanskin loose.

[Nolan] Roger that.

Wild bull heading for the herd. Who's on it?

- [engine starts] - Got it.

[engine revving]

Go, go, go. Push, girl.

[chuckling] Yeah, that's it.

Go on, Em.

[bull bellows]

[men shouting indistinctly]

Nice, nice, nice.

Looks like you don't need us, Em. You're a one-woman show.

[laughs]

[cattle mooing]

[Graham] You gotta start at the bottom.

You ready?

We gotta go check all these dams out here.

[door opens]

[sighs]

There's a steady flow.

- Right. - [birds squawking]

Kites and wedgetails. You see 'em?

Something big's died, and that's gonna attract ground predators.

Ah...

You kids wanna go and shoot some wild dogs?

- [chuckles] Yeah, all right. - I'll bite.

Jesus.

[flies buzzing]

[animals yipping]

What was he doing out here?

Maybe a snake went under his horse.

His leg's broken.

It's a bloody mess.

[Colin] I don't get it.

Fuck.

And look at him.

[Colin] This makes no sense.

He's the best rider on the station.

[Emily] Yeah. All right.

I'm gonna head back and, uh, meet the police.

All right.

Do you think we should call the muster off?

[Emily] Colin, we need the money to keep afloat, and...

Uh, I mean, I think Brannock knows what he's doing,

so, I reckon we should just let it run its course.

[Graham] Yeah, all right.

I'll stay here with him.

- [Emily] All right. - [Graham] Yeah.

[Graham] I'm sorry, Dad.

I'll deal with everyone back at the station.

[engine starts]

You find his horse.

You call the kids. I want them all home.

[Marshall] Feel as if I'm signing me life away.

[man] Well, it's your first time renting from us.

Flown an R22 before?

Yeah. Yeah, no, me dad's a pilot.

I've been flying them since I was 14.

- All right, there you go then. - Appreciate it, mate.

[engine starts]

Oi!

Cheers! Thanks, mate!

Hey, hey, stop. Oi! Hold on, this bloody license is fake!

[Marshall] Whoo-hoo-hoo!

Whoo!

Whoo-hoo!

[Sharnie] What do you think about buggies?

- What, for stealing cattle? - Yeah.

Nah, just get a dirt bike. Get a CRF230, and be done with it.

Yeah, but buggies are safer than bikes.

Fuck safety. Give me speed.

- [grunting playfully] - Rich! Stop! Don't...

- Don't tickle me! - Jokes!

Stop! We have to get onto this.

I've got something you've gotta get onto.

[Sharnie giggles]

[helicopter blades whirring]

[Rich grunts softly]

What are you doing, bruss?

What?

[chuckles] Oi.

How you going?

How the fuck did you get that thing?

[Marshall] Rich said he wanted a chopper.

You never told me you could fly.

Yeah, just need to google how to land the bloody thing.

- [Marshall exclaims] - [laughing]

- [upbeat music playing] - [indistinct chatter]

- All right. - [laughing]

[chatter continues]

[Marshall] And this is how it's done.

Hey! Doubles?

[Marshall] Yeah, all right.

All right. Make it interesting. Fifty bucks.

Fifty bucks? You're on.

[Sharnie] Set it up.

[man] Watch it, mate.

Where you from?

- Around. - Mysterious.

We ain't got all day. Come on.

- You can break. - Relax.

[music, chatter continues]

- Stop it, would ya? - Mate, the place is falling apart.

- [man] Infrastructure's terrible. - Terrible.

[man] Shocking.

Right, pick a window, dickhead. You're leaving.

- Hey, Marshie. - Yeah, bruss?

Lift this thing.

[men shouting]

[Sharnie] Marshall!

[Marshall] Sharnie!

[men grunting, shouting]

- [Sharnie] You all right? - Yeah.

[man] Piss off!

[man] Yeah, get them out.

[newscaster on TV] Breaking news from Marianne Station.

Daniel Lawson,

the president of the Northern Territory Cattlemen's Federation has died.

The youngest son of the Lawson family, Daniel Lawson owned

and ran the iconic Marianne Station,

- the world's largest cattle station. - You knew him?

- Yeah. That's my uncle.

- The Northern Territory police confirmed

that the 41-year-old's body was found by his family

-on station land... - [Sharnie] Wait...

...after failing to return home from a solo ride.

You're one of the Lawsons?

It is expected that his funeral will be held in the coming week.

[Colin] You were the best of them, mate.

[Susie] Mum. Hi.

Hi.

[both laughing]

[Emily] Oh, it's nice to have you back here.

[Susie] How's Dad taking it?

[Emily] What do you reckon?

Burying it deep down inside,

and he's just gone really, very, very quiet.

Yeah.

Has anyone got in contact with Marshall?

I think he's blocked your dad's number

and he hasn't answered a call from me for a long time.

I don't even know where he is.

- [cattle mooing] - [engines revving]

I've left Ag college.

- It's all theory. That's all it is. - [sighs]

And I know it all already...

Suse, do you know how arrogant that sounds?

Oh, come on. I want on-the-ground experience, Mum.

We had a plan and you made a promise.

Yeah. But this is my life, and I want to be here.

I want to help the family. I want to help you.

Oh, my God, I don't want your help. I want you to graduate.

I want you to make something of yourself.

[Graham] Susie!

- Hi, Dad. Hello. - Hey! When did you get in?

- [Susie chuckles] - Look at you.

- [Emily clears throat] - Uh-oh.

Am I in trouble?

Nah. Susie, you tell your dad.

You tell your dad what you just told me.

What did you tell her?

Suse has decided to drop out of Ag college.

- Just drop out. - I'm done.

Hmm, done. Mmm-hmm.

- She's just done. Yep. - All right, come on. Yeah, I got this.

[indistinct chatter over radio]

[mutters] Just done.

All right. Let's look at ya.

[chuckles]

Ah, I miss my little girl.

Yeah, I miss you, too, Dad.

- You doing okay? - Yeah. Good.

I'm good.

Okay.

So, what's this I hear about you dropping out of Ag school?

I want to be on the land.

And also, I can do online courses.

Okay. And then what?

You're gonna run this place?

Become the boss?

Maybe.

Why the hell not?

- I mean, maybe. - Oi.

Find Dan's horse yet?

Uh, yeah, nah, I didn't...

One thing I asked you to do, mate.

[Graham] All right.

- [Colin] Hey, Susie. - Pop.

Good to see ya.

All right. Come on.

- [cattle mooing] - [men shouting indistinctly]

Hey! What's going on here?

They're Brannock's.

[Colin] Why they got my brands on them? Oi.

You do one muster without Dan and you're taking my animals, Brannock?

That was the deal, Colin. Breeding cows.

Pull my calves out of there, Russell.

- You can leave 'em. - Get 'em out!

Dad. Don't do this.

You're not ripping me off.

You can't separate calves and mothers. You know that, Colin.

The deal was 800 grand and my pick of breeding cows.

And how do I know that even was the deal?

Because my son fell off his fucking horse!

And I can't exactly ask him, can I?

[softly] This is where your Pop bankrupts us.

You calling me a liar, Colin?

I'm calling you a lying bastard!

Just like your father was.

It's Nolan. Stop everything. Cut the cattle loose. We're going.

Hey, brother, think about this.

It took you five years to build that station.

You need this cattle, bruss.

- He'll apologize, brother. - Bullshit I will.

Let him go.

[indistinct chatter over radio]

Fuck!

Are you happy you got your cows?

You just cost us a $15-million muster...

Money's got nothing to do with it!

Respect is what matters.

And your brother understood that!

You and that Hodge Missus of yours

and her cattle-thieving family don't understand what a reputation is.

Always about the fucking money.

She's one of us.

[Colin] Enough! The fucking muster's done.

[vehicles departing]

[sighs]

Em.

This is bad.

And the banks are gonna come for us now.

Let's just leave.

[sighs]

We can just go and just leave the old bastard to it.

Ah, he needs me here.

Then stand up, Graham.

What do you want?

You want his respect?

Run Marianne?

Take care of Suse and me? What do you want?

Whatever it is, you've got to fight for it.

Just gotta fight for it.

Oh, he hates me.

I love you, Graham.

But you gotta sort yourself out.

Just stop fucking drinking.

[Marshall] Mum died in a car accident when I was five.

After that, my dad fell apart.

My grandfather went to town on him.

Turned him into an alco. I watched him do it.

And then my stepmum, Emily, came along, tried to save him.

And they had my half-sister, Suse, and...

I never really felt part of the family after that.

Boo-hoo.

Poor little rich boy.

[fire crackling]

You see that?

That's what my stepdad did, just before he shot my mum.

Stop your whingeing, mate.

- Are you gonna go back for the funeral? - We're going.

We're going. Free piss, free feed.

Marianne Station, the biggest station in the world, eh?

We're gonna meet some rich bastards and do some deals.

[grunts]

Marianne motherfucking Station! [whoops]

You should.

We'll look after you.

[birds chirping]

[whistles] Home sweet home, bruss?

Yeah, something like that.

[Emily] Uh, can we... Can we help you?

- [Marshall] Ay. - Marsh?

Come here.

[both chuckle]

Hi.

Far out. Last time I saw you, you were 12.

Yeah, well, I grew up.

Look at you. You've been working out?

No.

Yeah, I didn't think so. [laughs]

[Emily] Marsh...

- [Marshall] Hey, Em. - Give us a hug.

Oh, my God, a long time.

Are you good?

- Yeah, not too bad. - [Emily] Yeah.

Did you hear about...

- [Marshall] Dan. - Yeah. Yeah. Yeah.

- I heard the funeral's tomorrow, so... - Yeah.

Yeah. Hey, these are my mates.

- This is Sharnie and Rich. - Hi.

- Hi. - Hi, nice to meet you.

- Pleased to meet you. - Sorry for your loss.

- [Emily] Thank you very much. - Is Dad still on the place?

Yeah. He's just having a sleep I think.

Yes. He's just taking a nap.

[Marshall] G'day, Pop.

Marshall.

Come for dinner tonight, boy.

All right.

Fun.

- Fun, you reckon? - [Emily laughs]

[bird calling]

- [indistinct chatter] - [soft music playing]

[Emily] Hi.

Did you get all settled in?

- All good. Thanks. - Yeah?

[Graham] Hey, mate, good to see ya.

I wish it was under better circumstances.

Grab a seat, mate. Grab a seat.

[Graham sighs]

Thanks for having me, Pop.

[Colin] Welcome home, boy.

Why don't you sit? Sit.

[drink pouring]

Yeah.

To Daniel.

My son.

[Marshall] Dan.

To Dan.

You're not gonna have a drink, Gray?

To your little brother's memory?

I'm not really drinking at the moment.

Go on. Before the DT's kick in.

He said he doesn't want one.

[Colin] 'Course he bloody wants one.

Look at him.

[scoffs]

What's your news, Marsh? Heard you went down south?

[Marshall] Yeah. Yeah, I was working road works for a bit,

and then out on the rigs for about a year.

Came back.

Been working stations. Haven't you, mate?

Here and there. Just trying to earn

enough to get out of the top end, really.

Where are you gonna go?

Not sure. Overseas. Maybe America.

Oh, wow.

[Colin] You don't find yourself somewhere else.

You find yourself right here at home.

You learn how to run a station.

I mean, you're the next generation, right?

Excuse me.

[Graham] Oi.

[door closes]

[sniffles]

[chatter continues outside]

- New improvement, that's for sure. - [Susie] Somewhere in the middle.

Well, Susie's dropped out of Ag College.

Have ya?

[Colin] You want to get on with things?

Make your mark like your Uncle Dan did.

Exactly, Pop. What's uni gonna teach me? I want to run a station.

Well, don't you mean

hand our family station to your shiny new husband?

[chuckles] It's the 21st century.

Not here, it isn't.

You bet your ass it isn't, mate. Barely the 19th.

- [Colin and Marshall laugh] - [door opens]

All right, I've gotta say something.

[Graham sighs]

I mean, this breaks my heart. It breaks all our hearts.

Dan's gone.

He's not coming back.

But we're all here.

And we need to think about the future of Marianne Station.

Yeah, we do.

[Graham] The muster you canceled was gonna keep the banks off our backs.

I mean, Dan had been turning us around, but he had a ways to go.

And our enemies are gonna be coming for us now.

- Me and Emily, we've been talking. - Have you?

[Graham] Mmm-hmm. I know your theories.

Cattle stations aren't democracies, they're kingdoms.

Well, I'm the last man left, Dad.

And it should have gone to me anyway. I'm the oldest.

That's why your old man gave it to you.

No.

I got it because I was the strongest.

And your brother was the strong one.

Yeah, well, I can step up.

Nah, mate. You can't help your character.

I think Graham was just trying to...

Em, it's fine.

I'm not who you think I am, Dad.

I just need a chance.

You talk about the Lawson name and legacy.

I think Marianne Station should stay with us Lawsons.

So, please, just let us help you.

[Colin] Let me get this straight.

I'm gonna leave the world's largest cattle station...

in the hands of a hopeless drunk.

- And his Hodge wife. - She's a Lawson.

And her thieving family.

- Pop, come on, that's... - [Colin] It's true.

You will piss our family legacy up against the wall, mate.

And even if she doesn't get it, the corporates will, you know that.

You don't have the backbone, mate! Everybody...

Don't speak to him like that!

And stop fucking asking for shit...

Hey! I won't be spoken to like that at...

I'll speak to you however I want, Pop.

You got no hold on me.

- [Graham] Marsh. - What?

It's all right.

Nah, it's not.

He's unbelievable.

Can't hold it together for one day?

For Dan's funeral?

Don't.

[door closes]

[horses neighing]

[pastor] "Come to me, all of you who are weary and carry heavy burdens,

and I will give you rest."

"Take my yoke upon you."

"Let me teach you because I am humble and gentle at heart,

and you will find rest for your souls."

"For my yoke is easy to bare, and the burden I give you is light."

[Sandra] Those Lawson boys, they were so arrogant.

Now, look.

It's almost pathetic how a strong dynasty

can just crumble away into nothing.

Sad.

Then again, fuck 'em.

We're passing it now.

An old goldmine.

Currently owned by Jiewei Prospecting.

Just upkeeping.

It's got the infrastructure we need. We can get it?

[man] Eighty mil.

Offer 70. Two percent in stock.

[man] There are better alternatives.

They're not on Lawson land, are they? Get me that one.

Hey, baby boy.

Did you have a good sleep?

We're going to this funeral so we can buy a mine from the Lawsons?

It's not their mine. It's just on their property.

That's the wonderful thing about the Northern Territory, darling.

All those big cattlemen, they don't really own their places.

They think they do.

Everything they've built, and that walks on their station, belongs to them.

But the land itself and what's in it, nuh-uh, there's a hierarchy.

There's Aboriginal Native Title, and there's pastoral leases.

And at the top is us.

Mining leases trump everything.

So, we can do whatever we want?

Within reason. Or sometimes unreasonably.

I can't believe they're okay with that.

We're top of the food chain because we keep the lights on for the entire world.

[indistinct chatter]

Them vultures, they're circling, ay?

Look at them.

Campbell and Sandra.

I've seen off their type before.

Twenty years ago, maybe.

Look at you, old man.

No idea about modern ways. No friends.

No one wants to work for you.

Yep.

Ah... Got a hopeless alcoholic for a son.

A daughter-in-law whose family have been stealing my cattle for generations.

A dropout granddaughter...

and a runaway grandson who hates us all.

You're fucked.

[chuckles]

Yeah.

Pretty well fucked.

- [Campbell] Oh, thanks, Sandra. - [laughs]

I will miss him, for sure.

Hi. Chief Minister, Emily Lawson.

Thank you so much for coming.

- Emily, how are ya? - Well. Thank you, Sandra.

This is my son, Lachie.

- [Emily] Hello. - [Lachie] Condolences.

[Emily] Thank you.

- You know Campbell Miller, don't you? - Yes, I do. Very well.

- Yeah, Em, my condolences. - Thank you.

Excuse me. Sorry for your loss.

Is that Suse there? She back from Ag college already?

Uh, yeah. Yeah, just for a bit.

Gosh, she looks like you when you were that age, eh?

I was just saying what a great president

the Cattlemen's Federation has lost in Daniel.

Luckily, Campbell's stepped up to run things.

Oh, just interim, Sandra, that's all.

Nonsense. You'll be running the Territory before we know it.

Won't he, Colin?

I certainly hope not.

And what about running Marianne Station?

You could get a manager in to run things,

but you don't work that way, do you?

A Lawson holds the reins always.

Still times change.

It can pay to keep up.

What happened to Brannock and his lot, mate?

I heard they quit your muster.

You know, if you ever need any help...

I know Dan was just scraping it together, wasn't he?

I need a drink.

Col, how about we give you 350 mil bare, plus 20 for infrastructure?

Excuse me.

I'll catch up with you, Don.

[Campbell] I'm serious.

I've got backers ready to go. If you're needing to sell of course.

Come on. Now's not the time.

Right.

But if you are thinking, I can do 375...

Come on, Sandra. What's your sudden interest in bloody cattle stations?

Carbon credits, I bet. I'd actually look after the place.

- Respect your legacy, Col... - Four hundred.

You've earned your retirement, Colin.

Go lap up your spoils.

- Nah. 410, mate. - Stop.

Yeah, all right.

Excuse me. Col.

My condolences.

Daniel was a good man.

Very sorry about that.

- Good to see you, Campbell. - Yeah. Good to see ya, Suze.

- Campbell. - See you 'round, eh.

Yes. Yeah, thanks, mate.

[Emily] Hey, g'day. Thanks for coming.

Thank you. I appreciate it.

Ugh. That was really low what you just did.

Don't mind him, he's an old bastard.

What's your game?

I'm supporting my family.

- Em. - Mmm.

I'm here for you.

Yeah.

See ya.

[door closes]

Looking for somethin'?

Never knew the Lawsons had been here so long.

Bloody... hard men, ay?

Yeah. Yeah, they are.

You're lucky that Marsh's grandfather didn't come in.

'Cause that gun that he carries on his hip, it's not just for show.

What's it for?

For killing snakes.

Hey, how's Marshall doing?

Oh.

Dunno.

You three got a little show?

What you doing for work?

You know, little bit of this, little bit of that,

bit of buying, bit of mustering.

Stealing?

He'll do anything I tell him to, that boy.

Anything. Don't worry.

Don't stress.

I'm taking real good care of him, darling. Real good care. Promise ya.

[Emily] Okay.

You know, I actually think Marshall's

really, really, really lucky, to have a...

Mum worrying about him.

I'm just his stepmother.

Are you the evil stepmother?

If you put him in any danger.

[Rich clicks tongue]

[door opens]

[door closes]

[Susie] I can't believe you know Tills.

Oh, do you know Ian Crossing?

Yeah, we, uh, we used to row together.

Well, before he moved overseas.

So crazy. It's such a small world.

I was gonna stay with him next time I went to Sydney.

Oh, you can stay with me.

We have a... spare room in our beach apartment.

[Susie chuckles]

Do you ride?

Yeah. A bit.

Go on then, mate. Have a go.

Trent...

Nah, he says he can ride. Go on, show us.

All right.

Uh, you really don't have to.

Oi! This hero's gonna have a ride!

- [Susie] You really don't have to... - No, it's all right. I play polo.

[man chuckles]

[men laughing]

- [Trent] Mate! - [laughter]

[Trent] What's wrong, buddy?

[horse whinnying]

[indistinct chatter]

- He said he could ride. - [Susie chuckles]

[Susie] Great.

Are you all right?

Yeah.

[Lachie] It's just not a polo horse.

[indistinct chatter]

- [vehicle approaching] - [loud music playing]

- [brakes squeal] - [music stops]

Hank. Hank...

- Hey, sis! - Come on. What are you doing here?

Well, I wouldn't miss this for the world.

Jesus Christ.

Col.

How are ya?

Who invited him?

Well, I came to pay my condolences.

Me and Dan, we had our moments,

but I always respected the bloke.

I'm sorry for your loss.

You're not gonna kick me out, are ya? [snickers]

[softly] Christ.

- How you been, sis? I've missed ya. - Come on.

Come here.

- Hey, hey, hey... - Stop it. Stop it.

Hodge, you old crook.

- Mate, Campbell Margaret Miller. - [chuckles]

- The old dog. - Hey.

Yeah, he's got a truck in the southeast corner stealing fucking cattle.

Yeah, that fucker over there.

[Colin] You Hodge bastard.

Jake saw your crew in the Southeast paddock

- with a grader and a truck... - Christ, Hodge.

...stealing my cattle.

How can I be stealing from you when I'm standing right here?

'Cause you're a low-down, lying piece of shit, Hodge.

Mate...

Hank...

You're upset.

- You filthy... - Colin...

Oi! Calm down!

- [Emily] Hey! Hank! - [Colin grunts]

[Campbell] Calm down, blokes.

- Fuck. - [Campbell] Hank...

[Hank and Colin grunting]

- [Campbell] Hank! - [Colin] Bastard!

[Emily] Marshall, stay out of it.

- [glass shatters] - [all groan]

[Emily] Marshall!

You wanna have a go, too? You should be ashamed of yourself.

- I should be ashamed of myself? - Yeah.

You're fuckin' beating someone twice your age!

I'm twice your age and I'll give you a flogging!

- Get the fuck off this place! - Hank, please just go!

- You're taking their side now? - No, Hank...

They're not your family. I am.

He hates ya.

Don't you see? He'll never let you run this place.

And he can get fucked!

- Just get outta here. - Just go!

[Emily] Marshall, leave it!

[Hank] You're an old dog, Col.

You need putting down.

You're the Lawson that lost Marianne Station, eh?

Come on, boys, let's fuck off!

Come on, you lot, out.

- Out! All of you! - Piss off.

[Campbell] Come on, guys.

- Hodges out! - Hey, hey. What...

Where have you been, Graham? Jesus Christ.

- [Marshall] Hey, you all right, Pop? - Hey...

Get off me!

Oh, shit.

[Colin] Bastard.

Graham. Graham.

My grandson!

He's gonna run this station!

What?

[Colin] Marshall Lawson's his name.

And he'll wipe the floor with any of you that come for it!

You remember who owns this place.

Who always will.

The Lawsons! And no one else.

[horses whinnying]

They're all pricks, Em.

You're better than the lot of them combined.

[sighs] You're a different class, hmm?

We both are.

Come on. It's probably a good thing the old man gives this place

to his idiot grandson.

You know the boy'll just lose the place.

[softly] Yeah.

I'll take it.

And I'll give it right back to you where it belongs.

[chuckles]

Yeah, you always did dream big.

- Isn't that what you like about me? - [chuckles]

[Campbell sighs]

Leave him, Em.

That poor bugger of a husband of yours is never gonna come good.

Especially now.

Be with me.

What will we tell your wife?

I only love you.

Emily Hodge.

[Graham exhales]

Go home, mate.

I... I don't have one.

Because first my brother, well, he took it from me. And now...

you.

- I didn't take anything. - [Graham] Hmm.

[sniffs]

So, why'd you come back here?

Really? Why'd you come?

Do you wanna stab me in the back?

'Cause all I ever did was I loved you.

And I tried to protect you.

I'm sure he's been going on about how his upbringing was so tough.

Everything handed to him.

The truth is you have no right to any of this.

All of this is mine.

Fuckin' keep it then.

I didn't ask for any of this.

Just shut up. Fuck off.

And keep it.

I'm not even sure you're mine.

Just stop.

Just fuckin' stop before you say something you regret.

Just fuckin' stop, all right?

Marshall...

Don't you want one good swing at me? Hmm?

I think you're someone else's mistake.

Marsh...

Oh, yeah?

Go on. Go on, Marsh.

You are fucking pathetic.

Knock it out, Marsh. Knock it out...

Fucking say that to me?

Huh?

You want to piss your life away? Leave me out of it!

[door opens]

[Graham sighs]

I hate myself.

I hate this place.

I don't know why you stay with me, Em.

Huh?

Please don't leave me.

[crying]

Come on.

Come on, Graham.

You're okay.

[crying] Why did you even marry me, Em?

[softly] It's all okay.

I wasn't a complete failure back then.

- [sobs] - [softly] Come on.

Come on.

You're okay.

There you go.

I love you, Em.

[birds squawking]

[horse whinnying]

[Susie] Mum. Mum.

Marshall's stealing from us.

[breathing heavily]

[knock on door]

[door opens]

[door closes]

[Emily sighs]

Your brother was right.

I'm done.

Yeah.

And Marshall fucking hates you.

He hates Gray, too.

Colin, I think I've got a shot at bringing Marshall back.

I mean, he can't run the station, not yet, he's just a kid.

People like my brother, Miller, Sandra Kirby,

I mean, they'd just eat him alive.

And to be honest,

I mean, I think you've been too far out of the game to be much help.

But...

I think I could train him up.

Make him take on his legacy.

In exchange for what?

Susie.

She's your blood, too.

I want nothing.

You cut Susie in.

Bring that boy home, I'll give you whatever you want.

- [gun fires] - [horse neighing]