Return To Snowy River

Are they wild horses, Dad?

Someone's gone

to a lot of trouble

to put that mob

together.

You won't find

better anywhere.

It's the man

himself... Jim Craig.

From Snowy River?

That's him...

a long way

from home.

I'll look

after him.

Thanks, son.

You were cracking

on the pace, Jim.

You goin' back

for good?

Yep. I been away

long enough.

I suppose so,

but still,

you'll be missed

in these parts.

Thanks, mate.

Well, I've got

my stake together now.

Not a bad one,

either.

They're the best

I've seen...

for thousands of miles.

You gonna breed them?

Eventually.

Before I left home,

I let that wild stallion

and his mob loose.

I'll let him

cover these mares.

Big plans.

Spare me that, mate.

Was it Denny that ran down

that stallion, Mr. Craig?

Jim. Yep, that's him, all right.

About due for a rest,

I reckon.

Remember Harrison?

He had a daughter, didn't he?

Jessica.

Right. Right.

That's as good

a reason as any

for going home

in a hurry.

Ha ha ha ha!

- Ha ha ha!

- Ha ha ha!

What are you after, Seb?

Rabbits...

or something bigger?

Depends.

I thought

I'd come and see

if the place

was all right.

Thanks.

Why the rifle?

A few funny things

have been happening.

Like what?

Cattle and horses

spooked.

They reckon we've

been party-dodgin'.

Stealing cattle?

Surely not.

No more than usual.

Only what you

can eat.

Right.

It's traditional.

Those big knobs below

want a bit of our grazing.

They've been

serving us papers.

Legal papers?

I don't know.

I found use for them.

Ha ha ha!

Someone took a shot

at your old stallion.

What?

He's all right.

Who was it?

Could have been anyone

who's blamed him

for every horse

gone missing.

That's just about

everybody.

He's not exactly

housetrained, is he?

Anyway, you're back

for a while.

Back for good, Seb.

Just one more

thing to do.

I hope things

go the way

you want them to

down there.

Let's get

a fire going.

Glad you're home.

Simmons!

Jessica...

Mr. Simmons tells me

you've been riding

that colt again.

I employ a jockey

to do that.

I know, but I get

faster times.

Is that true?

Where is

this great jockey

you begged me

to hire?

Trying to lose

weight.

He gets fat

off me,

then I pay to lighten

his carcass.

I want that colt flying

by this weekend.

These are

my home grounds.

I intend to win

that race.

That's all.

Get that jockey

into condition.

Lousy weather.

Ahh... old and cold, Jess.

Old and cold.

I want you

to change

into something more feminine

before lunch.

We have guests.

Who?

Patton.

I should have

guessed.

Percentages, balance sheets,

and interest rates

make such fascinating

conversation.

His son

will be there.

Good. Alistair should

liven things up a bit.

And when you're

running this place,

you'll be glad for these

business meetings, lady.

Me... run the place?

I thought I had to

snare somebody eligible

so he can run it,

or think he does.

Like I do, right?

And listen, Jess,

wear plenty of frills.

If we're going to keep

this place growing,

we're going to need

Mr. Patton and his loans.

[Neigh]

G'day, Denny.

You have a rest,

old mate.

Time to teach one

of these youngsters

a thing or two, eh?

Well, this is

a first-class turnout.

Does you credit.

Thanks, Patton.

I was talking

to some others.

We're impressed.

We must see more of you.

I'll drink to that.

I can get

my own glass.

See to

Mr. Patton's glass.

Once the bank has

decided to back you...

and I'm sure

my directors will...

great things

are possible.

Well, I'm looking

forward to it.

If our ties extended

beyond mortgages,

I would say

the sky's the limit.

It's an interesting

proposition, Patton,

but that's

up toJessica.

Of course.

Oh, excuse me.

Colonel Hawker.

Someone I'd like

you to meet.

Harrison,

Colonel Hawker, Indian Army.

Pleased

to meet you.

Hello.

Colonel Hawker comes

from India every year

and buys the best

cavalry horses.

His, of course.

Despite

the poor season,

I can still

give you 500.

Excuse me.

You, look after

the gentlemen.

Interesting man.

Has he

been here long?

more or less.

Don't know a lot

about him.

Yankee originally.

Made some money

gold digging.

Not exactly a first-class background.

Not like us, eh?

No, indeed.

Your family came

from the Percys

on the Scottish

border.

Most certainly did.

Mine were

the Monraths.

My lot used to

hang your lot...

as cattle thieves.

This, Mr. Simmons,

is the problem.

Jessica.

You want

the horse to win?

Let the jockey

handle it.

Where is our fat

jockey this morning?

Um, he took

some medicine,

so he had to go to...

He should stay there.

Ah, Miss Harrison.

Mr. Patton, hello.

Excuse me.

Ahem.

Charming girl.

She has a mind

of her own.

It's the highest

stepping fillies

that make

the best mares, eh?

Mr. Harrison. Father.

Come on, Harrison.

This is going to be

worth watching.

Ladies and gentlemen...

the Regimental Trophy holder,

Lieutenant Patton,

will now demonstrate

the skill-at-arms course.

Ya!

That's the way!

I'm awfully sorry.

It's all right.

You missed.

Are you looking

for the stables?

No. Jessica Harrison.

Have you seen her?

Well, yes, but...

who would be asking for her?

That was good

riding out there.

My name's Jim Craig.

The one

we've heard about?

Could be.

You were lucky

that day.

Mainly old stages

there, I hear.

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