West of Eden

Stick 'em up.

You cheated.

You just lost.

No, you're supposed to wait longer

before you start the attack.

You just don't like losing.

Is that him?

Yeah.

Is he sleeping?

Shh.

Is he a real life cowboy?

Yeah, he is a real life cowboy.

Go on, off you go.

Oh, mom.

Man, I wish my uncle was a cowboy.

Oh, yeah, we'll talk to him later.

C'mon.

Uncle Billy.

Aroha.

How was the drive?

It was a long way, Uncle,

but you know I always love to come and see you.

Where's Ryan?

He's inside talking to Gary.

Still got the old hat.

- You know I like it better than the others.

Instead of a new hat this time,

I'm gonna fix that one.

I wanna hear the story about why you love that hat so much.

Been awhile since I told it.

Well, I've got all afternoon to hear it.

Alright, then.

It was in the summer of 1960.

Your dad and I were working different shifts

at the engineering factory.

Your father was a bit of a nice

Snooker player in those days.

- You ready? - Yep.

Good.

Hey.

Not so fast, Williams.

- You guys still being bad losers about Saturday?

This aint about that.

It's how you strike the ball.

Joe's got the best backspin here.

Everyone knows it.

- Next time I'll wrap that fucking cue around your head.

- Well, maybe you guys should just learn how to play better.

Yeah, tough guy.

This is about you, not your big brother.

You and that piece of scum standing right there.

Smart ass little sod. _

Hey.

Break it up.

Shift's over, boys.

Get yourselves out of here.

Up you get, lad.

You bloody idiot.

Bastards.

Pete, a word.

Normally not my business,

but when it's affecting my workers.

Mr. McKinley, could we change shifts?

It's not the shift that needs changing.

His brother's in the next shift, yeah?

- Mr. McKinley, there is no need to get him involved.

I run a tight ship.

If I hadn't of known his father,

he would have already got the sack.

So,

I respect him.

No more trouble.

From either of ya.

Absolutely not, sir.

It's not as bad as it looks.

It smells good.

How much longer they got you on nights?

Until the end of the month.

Joe, you could swap with Billy.

Well, then that way he could be on day shift.

It doesn't work like that.

I'm not management, I can't just walk in there

and change things around.

Anyway,

what reason would I give?

Well, can you talk to the boys then?

To you, he's my little brother.

To everyone else he's a, he's a grown man.

He's got two choices.

He knows what they are.

I'm thinking of moving away.

Well there's a good idea.

Maybe you should.

Look, you don't need to do that.

There's plenty of other jobs around.

Let him go.

It'd be better for the both of us.

- Can you stop talking like that, please?

Mum,

it's alright.

He's right.

I've got a job, anyway.

Where?

As a farmhand.

What do you know about farming?

He can learn.

How far away is this work?

- It's a farm ma, it's gonna be out of town.

(Phylis) I was asking Billy.

Joe's right.

I know enough and what I don't know I can learn.

And how far away, Billy?

About six hours drive.

And when?

Five weeks.

Sounds good to me.

Billy?

I told you not to come here.

You can't go.

Would you keep your voice down?

You can't just dump me here like this.

Back

off,

Pete.

- You're the one who told met not to walk away,

but to stand up for myself.

You're a coward, Billy.

You know that, aye?

Your fancy clothes change nothing, Billy Williams.

Last stop.

Last stop.

Can take you as far as Pikes Road.

About 20 miles south.

Thanks.

South's where I'm headed.

No, just chuck 'em in the back.

Long way from home, lad?

Yeah.

I came as far as I could down the line.

Not a holiday then?

No.

It's for work.

- Most folks go to town when they're looking for work.

I got a job as a farmhand.

I'm Billy by the way.

Billy Williams.

Stan.

Farmhand, huh?

You ever worked on a farm?

My uncle breeds horses.

I stayed with him in the school holidays.

I'm a good horseman.

Right you are, then.

Who's farm will you be workin' on?

The Henshaw's.

Do you know it?

Everyone knows their farm.

You know the Henshaws then?

Yeah.

Let's just say I'm a friend of old man Birch.

Neighborly at points.

Thanks.

(chuckles) Good luck.

Thanks.

Hello?