Cattle Ranching World's Toughest Jobs

This programme contains strong language

For many young Brits life has never been more of a struggle.

There isn't really any opportunities, there isn't any jobs.

They may be broke...

Last of my money gone, going on a bet.

I've never been in so much debt in my life.

-..stuck in a rut...

-What's the point in getting up early?

I haven't got anything to get up early for.

..or just want more.

Two days a week I have to do this - digging shit out of a hole.

But now...

..they have the chance of escape.

Around the world there are manual jobs where young people

can strike payday gold.

Definitely some good money to be earned.

Sort of comes down to the individual

and how much money do you want to make?

The sky's the limit. You work hard, you're going to make the money.

The catch - they're some of the toughest jobs on the planet.

Something's going wrong, if you panic you will die.

Today they would have cried like little bitches.

They would have cried, like that there.

Now, young Brits in need of a cash injection...

I'm not coming home until I have that money.

..are being given the chance to earn the big bucks.

-Oh, why the

-BLEEP

-did I sign up for this?

Most brutalist job I've ever done in my life.

And there's no complaining cos we don't give a shit.

And it could change more than just their bank balance.

SHE SHRIEKS

Who would have thought I'd ever be doing that ever in my lifetime?

The question is, can they stand the pace?

Why is there guts and shit in here?

I will shove a fish down his throat.

Or will the punishing world of manual labour...

SHE VOMITS

I can't handle this. It's hurting me.

..send them screaming back to the UK?

Ah! Rain!

I just want to go home.

Meet Daisy, Laurence and Sian.

Three young people desperate to sort out their lives

and their bank balances.

Right now, my financial situation...I'm, like,

struggling a bit.

Dad's always putting money into my account but I think it's so important

for me to go out and show people I am capable, like,

I can earn stuff on my own.

I don't need everything handed to me.

There really is nothing worse than financial insecurity.

And I owe a lot of money to my parents and that's humiliating

because you feel the sense of failure

and it's then that you lose your independence, your sovereignty.

-Is it white tie or black tie?

-White.

I'm basically in around £10,000 worth of debt.

But I'm not actually working. I'm a bit of job snob.

I won't just do any job.

Now, in a bid to balance the books,

all three are taking on a real job on the other side of the world.

Cattle ranching, Australian-style.

Watch him, watch him, he'll have a go at ya.

14 hour days in the searing Aussie sun herding

thousands of cattle over ranches the size of Wales.

You pretty much come to work in a sauna all day,

get dust flicked up in your eyes.

-and let flies bite the piss outta ya.

-Covered in cow shit 24/7.

And if they're not shitting on you they're running at you.

HE MAKES NOISES

Ever year young people from all over the world travel down under

to start work on ranches across the Aussie Outback.

In the tropical Northern Territories lies Waterloo Station,

with 25,000 head of cattle.

I haven't really met a cow. They chase you, don't they?

They're not the friendliest of creatures.

I've seen a bloke split from arsehole to breakfast.

I'm proper nervous about that.

What happens if I die?

You just have to have the right spirit. Be a little tough.

Oh, my God!

With sweltering heat, swarms of flies, dust and noise,

the yards are a working hell.

BELL TOLLS

But if you can survive you could earn some serious money.

We pay very well.

Last year we had a first year

working pretty much the whole season, six to seven months,

and he saved 13,000. Which I thought was pretty impressive.

Hey, away, away, away.

Listen!

Do your job!

Head stockman Jacko always pushes his team to the limit.

Here Jacko's word is law.

If you don't come here with the right attitude to work you won't handle it

and you'll get told off.

Answering back, that's a no. That's definitely a no.

I'm not very good with authority.

Someone tells me what to do, it makes me want to do the opposite.

To deal with these powerful animals, cattle handlers must be assertive,

quick on their feet, and prepared to get stuck in.

Chookas. What are they?

Yeah, we had to let a couple go already. Just not used to the heat.

Is it warm? Oh, fantastic.

This is going to be a vacation.

We sacked a young fella cos he's come here with the wrong attitude.

Come here for a bit of a holiday

and learnt that it was actually a bit of hard work.

And his little heart didn't handle it and he had to go home.

Not here to baby anyone and if you're not willing to have a go,

go home to Mummy's titty.

Here, even in a job as tough as this,

the women graft as hard as the men.

It's good, there's no difference between us. Look at my nails!

I think appearance is so important, like, to look glamorous all the time.

If you just watch me reach here,

about to grab this tail at the rear end of this cow.

And it's covered in shit and I'm covered in shit,

so, yeah, it's pretty glamorous.

I feel pretty.

Who wants any more? Smell of cow shit, fresh air, dust.

You know you're alive out here. You know you're alive.

If there was a God, this is his country. And this is cow country.

Moo, all the way. Certainly.

Our Brits just have 9,000 miles between them and the three weeks

of gruelling work that could be the answer to their financial problems.

After two days of travelling, armed with their working holiday visas,

they arrive in sweltering 45 degree heat.

So hot.

I'm going to melt.

SHE LAUGHS

It's fun, though, it's like sunbed temperature.

So I'm quite used to it. I'm not used to it more than 12 minutes.

Back home in Reading,

18-year-old Daisy does have some experience working with animals.

We are dying Tinkerbell pink.

So she can be a pink Tink.

She loves being pink.

DAISY SQUEALS

Oh, my God, Tink! Stop!

Tinkerbell is one of Daisy's few responsibilities.

You're so cute!

Though there are limits.

It's Mum's job to, like, do all of Tinkerbell's poo.

And Dad's job to walk her. My job to love her.

SHE GIGGLES

And walking Tinkerbell isn't the only thing Daisy's dad

does for his daughter.

My dad is literally wrapped around my little finger.

For my 17th birthday Dad wanted to get me a car and, like,

I can't deal with, like, second-hand cars.

So we got it, like, brand-new.

Then, like, I crashed it after two months.

SHE LAUGHS Whoops.

Cost 2,000 to fix.

And, as usual, Daisy's dad Paul picked up the tab.

We all want the best for our kids.

I mean, if you can't spoil your kids who can you spoil?

Tink, come on.

Dad's love has even stretched to setting her up in business.

One time I woke up and I was like,

"Oh, I really want to do spray tanning."

He was like, "I'll buy you the course, all the stuff.

"I'm going to transform the garage into, like,

"a spray tanning room for you."

Cost a couple of grand and this is it.

This is all my spray tan equipment in the corner.

He painted it all pink.

Got a brand-new TV. Got, like, a sofa for it. So good.

I've had my own business since I was 20.

So, hopefully, she's picked up the entrepreneurial spirit.

Lasted about a month.

I just got bored of spray tanning.

Daisy's never done a day's work in here life.

Tink, selfie.

'She just cruises through life.'

-Princess.

-Princess. Mm.

We look so cute.

But now Daisy's had enough of being reliant on her parents

and is determined to make a new start.

# You're beautiful... #

I think it's so important for me to go out and show people I am capable,

like, I can earn stuff on my own.

She does need that life experience.

But manual labour, well, she's never been a worker.

HE LAUGHS

Look! Look how cute that is.

Before they can start work, Daisy, Sian and Laurence

must head deep into the Northern Territory outback.

Waterloo Station is a three-hour drive from the nearest town.

The ranch is owned by Dougal Brett.

Welcome to Waterloo.

But with him out working the cattle

his wife Emily is showing the new staff around.

-You need a hand with your bag?

-Might be all right.

-There ain't no snakes, is there?

-Snakes?

-Yeah.

-Not really.

What does "not really" mean?

These are out staff quarters.

-You get the big one.

-Yay!

Now, I'll show you bathrooms and washing machines.

Cos you're responsible for washing all your own bed linen

-while you're here.

-Is there instructions?

-What for, washing?

-How to wash.

You haven't washed before?

-Lots to learn, Daisy.

-Yeah.

Come this way, give you a quick rundown.

OK, so...put your clothes in. Put a scoop of washing powder in on top.

And economy's fast, for rinsing.

-LAURENCE:

-Quick question, when's the wake up call?

You wake yourself up.

Just make sure you turn up for breakfast clean and tidy,

ready for work.

Sian wastes no time in making herself at home.

Some people might be like, "It's really basic."

But I don't think it's basic. It's got a bed. It's got...

these things. Shelves.

I'm not used to having, like, my own proper space.

Yeah, it looks like a proper little bedroom.

SHE LAUGHS

Back in London, with no space at her mum's...

Oh, that sun's right in my eyes.

..24-year-old sociology graduate Sian spends most nights

on friends' sofas.

Haven't got anywhere permanent to live.

Haven't got a bedroom that I can say, "This is my room.

"This is where all my stuff is." My stuff's in a shed at the moment.

I would like my own place

but it's just...I can't see it happening any time soon.

Obviously with not working, can't afford it.

I wouldn't even say I've got a financial situation.

I don't actually have anything.

Despite being massively in debt,

Sian won't take just any job.

There are certain things that I wouldn't...

I can't do it.

It's not even that I won't do it, I just...I can't do it.

"Cleaner..." I'm not doing cleaning.

Maybe if you just get any job for now,

just to help to clear your debts.

'The debts that she's in would terrify me.

'I don't think I'd be sleeping at night.'

But for Sian it's just...

She just brushes it off.

I ain't spent loads of money on a degree to wash dishes.

At least you'd have some money, then.

One, two, three.

Cattle ranching down under could be Sian's way out.

But getting her to knuckle down won't be easy.

She just needs a kick up the arse. I think she needs a beat with a stick.

She needs to be beaten cos if you push her she'll hate you for it

but she'll come through it cos she's stubborn.

I hope she comes back being a more responsible, mature adult.

Haven't got much hope.

Maybe these Australians are more tougher than what they first seem.

-Who knows?

-SHE LAUGHS

Back in Australia, Jacko's team is hard at work in the station yards.

Here.

For the last year these cows have been free ranging out in the bush.

Now they've been herded up and the team is weighing them

so that they can be sent to market.

I'm literally dripping.

In order to meet their new workmates, Sian, Laurence and Daisy

will need to make their way through the pens full of cattle.

No, I can't, I can't do it.

Oh, my God, I can't! I can't, I feel sick.

Moo.

Laurence is straight in through the gates.

Moo-moo.

-Come on.

-No, I can't.

Wait, Laurence.

But for Sian and Daisy the size and number of the cows

is proving to be...

-They're going to kick.

-..problematic.

SHE LAUGHS

-I can't do it.

-Proper boisterous.

These cows are scary. They're not like English ones.

With a wall of cattle between them and their new workplace...

Cecile, one of the other seasonal workers, has to step in

and deliver the girls safely to their new boss Dougal.

How you going? Dougal. - Laurence.

Hi, I'm Sian. Nice to meet you.

-I'm Daisy.

-Hey, Daisy. Nice pants.

-Thanks!

Bit pink. Welcome to Waterloo.

This is pretty much going to be your workplace for the next three weeks.

Here and 2,000 square Ks out there.

Today we're flat out, getting cattle ready.

-Do they, like, charge towards you?

-A few of them do.

-Do you have to stand your ground?

-I wouldn't stand your ground.

They've got about 200 kilos on you, so they're going to win.

DAISY: How long does it take you to get used to them?

Depends how much...

Well, every person's different but by looks it might take you a while.

THEY LAUGH

All we ask is to just try.

Just try and that's how you get people's respect,

just trying and sweating. You don't get respect by buying it.

Just ask heaps of questions and we'll look after your safety.

-Can I ask a question quickly now?

-Yeah.

-They've got the horns still.

I know they're little but can they still stab you through your skin?

-Yeah.

-Oh, there's a fly.

-We got heaps of flies.

Will we actually have to get in the pens with them

-a lot or just a little bit?

-Probably a lot. OK?

Heifer!

Before their first shift,

the new staff must change into their work clothes.

But going back to their rooms means going back through the pens.

Daisy, what do we do?

-Just come this way.

-Oh, shit.

-Come through here.

I hate screaming in the yards and they're already doing it, so...

They'll work it out.

Having escaped the yards, Laurence has a question for his new employer.

The question I asked was whether you expect anything different from me

-being the only boy?

-Big time.

-Oh, no.

-You can get kicked.

-Charming.

-And rolled.

You're the male in the group, mate, you gotta take it.

-But you're looking a bit hot.

-It is warm.

St Andrews University in Scotland. Members include Prince William,

Kate Middleton, and now 19-year-old Laurence,

who, despite what you might think, is very short of money.

I'm studying history and management.

It's very ironic that I do management

because I'm not particularly good at managing my own finances.

Mixing in the circles to which Laurence is accustomed

requires plenty of ready cash.

Yes, I have a bit of a lavish lifestyle.

But didn't St Augustine say that,

"Oh, God, let me be good but not yet"?

Laurence loves balls.

He doesn't like to turn down any invites for a party.

He loves a good time and he doesn't ever want to miss out on that.

If you want to, you can go to a ball every weekend.

Laurence's love of the high life has landed him in some very deep water.

Recently, it ended up losing him his part-time job.

I decided to, in a slightly drunken stupor,

to fly off to Austria for a party there.

I said I had the runs

as an excuse for not going to work.

And... Well, I got busted.

My father phoned me and said,

"Laurence, we're ashamed to have you as our son."

-So my parents cut me off completely.

-What...?

Laurence's disappointed parents drastically cut his allowance.

The money he gets now barely covers his costs.

It's hard to get by on a student's allowance.

There's nothing there to catch me if I fall,

so I really need to find a financial rock to hold myself on.

With his parents living thousands of miles away in Costa Rica,

Laurence spent much of his childhood at boarding school or being

looked after by close family friend Auntie Penelope.

These rough-and-ready types out in Australia, they are pretty brutal.

He's not really butch enough.

Have you learnt any self-defence?

He hasn't that got that burley, "Right, you tackle me

"and I'll tackle you" sort of effect.

By taking on a job like cattle ranching,

Laurence is determined to prove that he can fend for himself,

and that appearances can be deceptive.

My first impression is that I'm this awful stuck-up monstrosity

strutting about, but that really isn't me.

I hope people don't think that.

I'd like to show them that I'm not.

Beautiful. Beautiful.

Back at the ranch, the new recruits are ready for action.

Whoa. Fucking hell!

Are they too scared to actually charge at me?

These might be the nasty ones.

But the last 20 metres of the commute to work

is just as difficult as last time.

Sam! Take her round that way.

You right to get some shit on your hands?

-Huh?

-You right to get some shit on your hands?

-Yeah.

Laurence, you can go with Cecile.

Sian, you can go with Sam.

Daisy, you start here with Alice.

Don't stand around and let them do all the work. Jump in and have a go.

Work in the yards depends on keeping a steady flow of cattle

moving through a series of pens...

..along a narrow channel called "the Race"

and into a weighing machine known as "the Crush."

Oh...

Daisy's job is simply to keep the cattle moving along the Race.

Come on.

SHE SQUEALS

They keep turning round.

What do I do with this stick?

Sian and Laurence, however, are out in the pens.

Oh, my God!

It's their job to keep the system supplied with fresh cows.

We move them from pod to pod, up, and through the Race.

But if they try and charge at me you're going

-to jump in front of me, aren't you?

-Christ!

Oh, he don't look nice. Looks like he's going to head butt me.

Can you wait? Wait, wait, wait. Please, wait.

-What if they started charging at me?

-They won't.

No, that one is, look.

Oh, no, I'm scared. Can you wait for me, though?

Cos I don't want to do it on my own.

I'm getting ready to literally put you in front of me.

But to do their job properly they need to get off the walkways

and in with the cattle.

I can't do this.

Whoa! Fuck.

Sian does everything she can to stay out of the pen

and away from the cattle.

I fucking hate this. Oh!

While in Daisy's section,

the cows are moving...

but they're going backwards.

They've turned around.

The Race gets wider there, so they have enough room to spin.

Oh, God.

Ohh!

Laurence is the first of the three to venture into the pens.

But he's struggling to stay there.

DAISY LAUGHS

DAISY: Sian, did you see Laurence?

-Huh?

-LAUGHING: He got charged at!

He's so funny.

This is roaring good fun. A lot of adrenaline,

and the sweat is pouring out like there's no tomorrow,

but when this thing's charging at you, they look quite insignificant,

but it does get the old heart going.

So it's rather good fun. I'm going to go poke at them a bit more.

After an afternoon's work with three amateurs slowing his team down,

the supply of cows has dried up.

We've run out of beef. Someone's about to get yelled at real quickly.

Oh, my God, he's foaming at the mouth.

Hey, Sian!

Yo, Sian, if he runs, you run.

Oh, God, I don't know what to do.

-Go and close that gate.

-Down there?

I've already got in trouble. Jacko shouted at me.

I don't think I'm going to get away with anything here.

SHE LAUGHS

With the cattle station being miles from civilisation...

-Have a drink?

-Yes, I'll have a beer, please.

..if you want to relax, it has to be in the work's bar.

With your boss.

-Are you a patient person?

-No.

DAISY: Oh, God.

I'm patient if people are having a go. I get impatient when people say,

"I can't do that, I don't want to do that."

-OK. I don't think I'm going to last three weeks.

-You're already saying,

"I can't, I can't." We don't have "can't" here.

-Do you have any days off?

-You'll get one day off in three weeks.

Oh, for fuck's sake.

-Hey, hey, swearing.

-No swearing.

-Dollar.

-Where's the jar?

'I think that Sian's going to be the one that'll really

'test our boundaries.'

And is probably, in a nutshell, she's never earned

people's respect in the workplace.

I actually, after meeting all three of them,

I think we're in for a challenging three weeks.

Today, over 700 head of cattle are being moved out of big pens,

through the Race, and into a dip of insecticide that'll kill

parasites on the cows' skin.

Be extra careful in the mud cos you'll slip over

and a cow might go over the top of you.

Berky, pull your finger out your arse! You're with Daisy.

Oh, no, look at 'em.

Oh, I'm already muddy.

Cow!

This is Daisy's first taste of being inside a pen...

Fucking hell.

..and Jacko isn't impressed.

It's unreal. She must never have seen a real big animal in her life.

Different worlds, different worlds.

Eye opener for me, eye opener for them.

Daisy, stay close to Berky.

He's your knight in shining armour today.

-Just walk on.

-You don't have to hold my hands or anything.

HE CHUCKLES

I'm only confident when there's like a fence near me.

Fuck this! Oh, my God.

SHE GIGGLES Hope for the best...

and not get smoked.

Are they gone?

'Smoked is like when a cattle charges at you and knocks you over.'

Scary stuff.

Oh...

Laurence, meanwhile, is staying in the pens

and starting to pick up the basics of cow control.

-Come.

-HE WHISTLES

HE WHISTLES

King of the cows.

But Sian is less happy,

and, after struggling with the cattle all morning,

takes her problems to the man in charge.

I feel like my fear is getting worse.

The more I'm seeing them, it's getting worse.

That's cos your sitting on the rail. If you get in there and have a go...

Look at ol' Laurence. He's having a dig.

Can you not see I'm actually trying?

It's not like I'm going, "Do you know what? I'm not walking.

"I can't walk back in there."

No, I'm still trying to go back in there.

I actually thought I was about to have a panic attack earlier.

I was proper shaking and everything.

If you get hurt, I'll let you stay, you won't go nowhere near them.

-But you've got to show me that...

-So I've got to get hurt to not...

-You can tell me, you can go, "I told you so."

-That don't even make sense.

-It really don't.

-Well, you might as well not be here then.

I'm so angry I just want to head-butt him so badly.

It's really pissing me off.

I just managed to, like, bite my tongue then.

Normally I would have like proper argued back

and, like, proper had a go back.

I'm so, like, stressed now that I can't say what I want to say to him,

and I had to walk away.

I don't know how I just managed that.

Oh, my God.

Back home, Sian very rarely bites her tongue or walks away.

I worked in that shop and I got sacked cos I was so outspoken.

I told the area supervisor, or manager, whatever he was,

that I could do his job better than him.

I don't like authority. I'm not a big fan of it.

'I just don't see that I should do what other people want me to do.

'My mum don't agree with me.'

Everybody has to start at the bottom and then work their way up.

Not me. I might as well just be a tramp.

Despite being sacked from a series of jobs,

Sian refuses to change her attitude and ignores all advice from her mum.

Sian's not prepared to listen to other people and their opinions.

And for Sian, there is no-one else to rely on.

'My dad's not around in my life.

'He hasn't been now for...six years.'

As far as I'm concerned, he can jog on.

So this is a butterfly.

A butterfly that didn't exactly change properly,

cos it looks more like a caterpillar.

'At first, I was a bit, like, lost, like,

'"Oh, shit, what happened there?"

'And now he ain't my dad. He can't be my dad.'

It's not affected me in a real dramatic way.

But, on the other hand, I do need that kick up the arse.

I do need someone to literally put a boot on and boot me,

and be, like, "Right, you need to sort your fucking life out."

It's only my second day here. I can't get sacked yet.

Room for improvement. Room for a lot of improvement.

You've got to be trying, otherwise there's no point being here.

Sink or swim tomorrow.

COW MOOS

I think I might deserve a shower. I hope everyone else agrees...

..before I choke on the dust that I inhaled.

WATER RUNS

I don't think I've ever swallowed so much dust in my life.

WATER STOPS RUNNING

It's been a tough day,

and for Daisy, the challenges just keep on coming.

Regular wash...

and then...

I can't remember what temperature.

Then you press that. Start.

I've never had to, like, do anything for myself before.

The only thing I've had to do for myself is, like, wake up.

I'm not even very good at that.

Tomorrow the rookie cowhands are in for the shock of their lives.

They'll travel to a different set of yards set deep in the bush

where the cattle are even more difficult and dangerous

to work with.

At Yankee Yards, big bulls, tiny calves

and their very protective mothers

create the most dangerous combination of stock

an Aussie ranch hand encounters.

No shade out here. They don't like you getting too close.

They'll put you up the rail.

A lot of sweat, a lot of tears.

Yeah, you'll break a few people here.

Damn, you little shit!

Once again Daisy is put to work on the Race,

while Sian and Laurence drive the cows through the pens.

Whoa, fuck.

But while Laurence learns to stand his ground inside the pen...

Woof!

Hey!

Woof!

..Sian is staying firmly on the outside of the fence.

Shall I shut the gate?

You've just got to get in and have a go.

For some people it's still a hard concept to comprehend, anyway.

Do you mind just standing there, just at the gate?

It keeps swinging open.

-Stand there at the gate, behind the gate?

-Yeah.

Well, what if they head-butt it, like that one's going to?

You just stand back a bit.

I'm sweating, I'm so scared.

I don't think they like my accent.

Sian, get over and come off your rail.

Jacko's patience is wearing thin.

-What am I doing?

-Do you want to be in or out?

I'm giving you two options. Pick one, right now.

If you're going to stay out here, you run all day.

No walking. I want you to run all day if you're going to stay out.

If she's standing still, jog on the spot, keep running,

cos that's an excuse now.

Now you're working three steps below everyone.

Are you going to be in there or out there? Pick one.

Quicker! We don't waste time here.

-All right, I'll just pick...

-In or out?

-GLUMLY:

-In.

-Pick one and do it.

I just said "In"!

SIAN GRUMBLES

Faced with Jacko's ultimatum...

Fuck.

..Sian must decide whether she can confront her fears...

Fuck that.

..and get into the pen.

Oh, shit.

Right, can you wait for me a little bit, please?

Oh, shit.

Oh, fucking hell.

Fuck.

Oh.

Next one?

Yeah, I just jumped in.

I'm sweating, I'm so scared.

I don't know why I was so scared. I feel sick and everything.

Oh, my God.

Right, I've got to go back,

cos otherwise he's going to start moaning at me.

Oh, do you want to get that one out of the way?

People, you work them like cows.

Little thing with Sian, you gave her two options - out or in.

She'll come good, she's just got to stay with it.

She'll come good.

With Sian joining Laurence and the rest of the team in the pens,

it's only Daisy who has never ventured into the danger zone.

I'm forgetting they're behind me. They're everywhere.

Now that only one worker is holding him back,

Jacko and his team quickly work through the last of the cows,

all in searing 40 degree heat.

Yeah, look, they're holding their line.

By the end of the day,

all the cattle are loaded on to road trains and on their way to market.

HORN SOUNDS

I'm sweating.

I'm sweating like a pervert outside a brothel.

Yous done really well today.

I think yous all done really well, especially you, Sian.

You've pulled your finger out, mate. It was good.

Cheers, mate.

I think I needed Jacko to be, like...

how he has been, like, moaning at me.

I was like, "Oh, I can't be bothered with this."

I came here to try and stop arguing back,

so he's forced me to get over being scared of them.

You never know, next week I might really like him,

he might be my best friend.

Kiss my arse.

SIAN GIGGLES

Tonight, after her hard graft in the pens,

waiting for Sian is a nice cold tinny.

Here she comes. She needs a beer.

We got there in the end. We did actually manage to do it.

Good on you.

-Do you feel good about it?

-Yeah.

You do, don't you? I can see it in your face, mate.

Your mouth's up here now cos it's smiling.

You're starting now to get the farmer's tan, which I like.

And you're bruising up. Look at that.

Look at that.

'It's weird.'

Dougal is like a proper combination of like strict,

but like he's got that proper nurturing dad side to him.

I just don't know how to deal with it.

I haven't had that in a long time, so it's weird.

Today with the yard temporarily empty of cattle,

it's time for a spot of DIY on the ranch.

Laurence is working with Jacko fixing fences.

So what do you reckon so far, Laurence?

I'm just glad I survived this far.

So if you'd never come here

would you have ever done any labour like that ever?

I don't think so, realistically. Never done it before.

Would your mum and dad be proud of you, do you reckon?

-I hope so. I don't see them for another half year.

-Why not?

-They're far, far away in Costa Rica.

-Holy dooley.

-Did you go to boarding school as a kid?

-Yeah, yep.

-So you weren't home much then either.

-No.

But I think it was good for me -

discipline, a bit of experimentation.

What were you experimenting with?

Sex, drugs and rock and roll?

-A spot of that here and there.

-Yes!

What did your mum and dad say

when you said that you were going to do this?

They were just afraid that it would turn out to be

another embarrassment on my part.

Why, have you embarrassed them before?

-A couple of suspensions.

-Oh, true, what for?

-Alcohol.

-So you're like the black sheep of the family?

-I guess so.

-Nice!

-Even worse that I'm the only child.

'I think his mum and dad drive it into him a fair bit.'

I'd hate that sort of pressure.

'They've had you for a reason - the enjoyment of having children.

'You don't... You always want to make them proud,

'but you don't owe them the sort of things that he thinks he owes them.'

Trying to live up to those expectations

has been a recurring theme throughout Laurence's life.

I do feel that my parents have done so much for me

and I haven't really been able to return the favour.

'I've just sponged off them. I'm like a leech and a parasite,

'which is not my ambition in life.'

You're saying you want to prove yourself to your parents,

who are both very capable.

I think your father's quite a hard one to live up to.

'There's a certain expectation that,

'my parents having distinguished themselves in their own fields,'

that I live up to that.

With the bar set so high,

Laurence feels he's been something of a disappointment.

Getting suspended from school, fired by my aunt,

you know, not making it to Cambridge, which my father wanted.

'So this might just be the chance,

'to show in a very clear break it or make it kind of affair,

'that I'm a productive human being.'

Today in the wilds of the Australian outback,

Laurence will get a chance to show just how productive he can be.

# Oh, take me back

# Oh, take me back

# To cowboy country

# Let me earn my pay

# Let me earn my pay

# Like an old cowhand... #

With the yards at Waterloo Station now empty, the team need to

herd together, or muster, several thousand more cattle from the bush.

We're doing a paddock by the name of Cattle Creek.

It's about 180 square kilometres.

It should be about 1,200 head in there.

Laurence is on his first muster, so we'll see how he goes.

Oh, there's a lot of potential for me to muck up here in the mustering.

I mean, I could send the cattle going in all sorts of directions,

I could fall off a couple of times, I could hurt my horse.

It is, kind of, the ultimate trial, I suppose.

Laurence isn't the only cowhand on his first muster.

Dougal's seven-year-old son William is going out too.

There you go, boss.

WILLIAM MUMBLES

Neither Daisy or Sian can ride,

but that doesn't mean they won't be working.

Oh, my God, this is horrible.

You're doing nothing.

Jacko has told them to dig out a pipe.

It's soft, it's wet.

What part of this is soft?

There you go.

-It's like Snow White And The Seven Dwarves.

-What?

Like walking to work like, "Heigh-ho, heigh-ho."

Locating, herding and bringing in the cattle is fraught with danger.

Away we go.

There's no room for hangers on, the whole team must pull together.

Dougal is first out.

It's his job to find the cattle out in the bush

and use his helicopter to drive them in towards the yards.

It's very liberating.

You really feel that the only thing you're at the mercy of

is the elements - the dust and the wind and sun.

Dougal keeps in contact with everyone on the ground.

DOUGAL ON RADIO: 'Just keep Will with you

'and just come in behind the horses, mate.'

'OK, yeah.'

And when the cattle are close enough,

the motorcycles and quad bikes join in the big push.

'Move out, push them through the gate.'

There's millions and millions of cows, as you can see here now.

There's the choppers in the background.

It is a bit of a shame that the other two girls

can't quite enjoy what I'm up to.

-Ah!

-Another bit of shit.

-Do you know there's snakes at this yard?

They said they saw loads the other day.

Finally, the horses get involved.

And by the end of the day,

Laurence has helped muster over 1,000 head of cattle...

..while Sian and Daisy have successfully dug their hole.

How was your first muster, mate?

Good.

-How was, do you reckon, Laurence's going on his first day?

-Good.

Where's he got to improve, do you reckon?

-Em, nowhere.

-Nowhere?!

-Oh.

-Thank you.

Really living life.

This is a simple but hard life, under the sun, sweat off my brow,

you know, literally.

Don't get that very much at uni, reading a book.

With the yards once again full of cattle,

the drinks are flowing in the rec club.

It's like Laurence, he's happy with himself.

It makes us pretty proud of him, eh? He's done really well.

-Thank you.

-So how do you think your parents...?

They'll be pretty proud today, eh, mate,

for what you've already achieved, or...?

-Well, I hope so, I hope so.

-Working in the yards and that.

You don't complain, you're hooked in, you did your work.

Man, if you were my... Look, I'm proud of William.

If you were my son, I'd be proud of you.

You know, like, you've done your job.

'I've always sought to have my parents' approval,

'but it's a very gratifying experience'

to get it from someone else.

Someone who objectively sees you as independently -

he's not your blood or something like that - who tells you and...

Either he's fluffing because he has to

or because it might, perhaps, be true.

Now after a successful muster,

there are plenty of cattle at the dreaded Yankee Yards.

With both Laurence and Sian now working inside the pens,

for Daisy there are no more excuses.

Reluctant to take the plunge, she seeks advice

from a tough, experienced cowhand.

I feel like I've gone steps back.

You've got this fear and your fear's being made worse

by not getting in here.

Like, standing by a gate isn't going to help you today.

You just need to get in amongst it now.

With Sian leading the way...

..Daisy makes it into one of the pens,

and stays there alone.

I just hate being surrounded by them.

I hate it. I can't do it.

Sian?

Sian?

Sian, can you wait for me?

Careful, one of them charges.

Fuck off!

Yeah, you.

You can do it. You've just got to take a deep breath.

Don't get upset and you'll be all right. Trust me.

Like, you've got more than enough time to jump on the fence

when they start charging. That's what I've realised.

And you can tell when one of them's going to charge.

It's just cos they're angry. That one just want...

Its calf is in there, so that's all it wants.

Daisy's living in a lovely little bubble,

but this is about her growing up within herself

and about her taking responsibility for of herself.

Come on, move it.

Next day, Daisy is determined to do just that.

Sticking close to Sian and Jacko,

she once again ventures into the pens.

DAISY PANTS

DAISY SIGHS

Can she manage it on her own?

Come on.

I'm doing it.

I just did it by myself.

I'm so happy.

See that one charge at me, though?

I'm not even scared, really, anymore.

It's funny, now.

DAISY GASPS

GIGGLING: Aah.

-You had a good day?

-Yeah.

I heard you, em, brought a few cattle up by yourself.

-Pretty happy, or what?

-Yeah.

-That's it.

-Such an improvement for me.

You know, it's... Like, high-five. And she's back.

-I'm back.

-Daisy's back.

And facing up to angry cows isn't the only skill

that Daisy's mastered at Waterloo.

I did it.

It's quite fun, actually. Better find them pegs.

My mum normally like does this sort of thing.

Look!

There we have it.

Done it.

I'm good at this.

After almost two weeks at Waterloo Station,

Sian, Laurence and Daisy are all now earning their keep...

..in with the cattle and doing their jobs.

Today cattle are being pregnancy-tested by the local vet.

Move.

Rargh!

Daisy and Sian have to keep him supplied with reluctant cows.

Hello, move. I didn't say stop.

We found an extra gear, I reckon, that they didn't even know they had.

I think they've... Like, holy dooley.

SIAN AND DAISY LAUGH

We had bets on about how many days they were going to last.

I think I had five days.

Ah!

Oh, my God.

JACKO: 'Old Laurence, he's just been cracking the whole time.'

They've all come a long way. A big, long way.

I have to sort the cows as they come out.

It's quite a tough one,

because they've just had a hand up their bottom,

and they're usually quite grouchy.

I certainly know how I'd feel

if I'd had something up my bottom that far up.

Although all three Brits are now making themselves useful,

one of them has impressed so much already

that Dougal has an offer to make.

Laurence, you can stay here for a few more months, if you like.

That'd be great. Or as a summer job.

That'd really tell the oldies off, wouldn't it?

Yes, it really would, actually!

You're on, big fella.

'I was very flattered by Dougal's offer of a job.

'I don't fit the stereotype of the classic cowboy,

'but I think that's the point of me being here.'

I'm all for smashing stereotypes, and I'm very glad that he's

seen beyond, you know, my appearance and, er, and me.

-Bulls.

-Blood.

-I don't know what to say.

-Drink!

Oh, my God!

Tomorrow will be Sian, Daisy

and Laurence's first day off in two weeks.

-Two.

-You've got to choose someone to drink.

-Yeah, it's you.

And although they don't know it yet, it'll be a day that changes

everything about their new life at Waterloo Station.

COUNTRY MUSIC PLAYS

# Plasma getting bigger, Jesus getting smaller

# Spill a cup of coffee, make a million dollars

# Customs got a thug with an aerosol can

# If the shoe don't fit, the fit's gonna hit the shan... #

Today, the whole team is driving three hours through the outback to

another cattle station to play a game of cricket

and drink lots of beer.

CHEERING

Run! Run, run!

The cricket was excruciatingly boring from

when we arrived there at eight till about two in the afternoon.

CHEERING

Then it got marginally more exciting as people

started to drink more.

And the last ten minutes went with a real bang.

Everything was all right, going well, having a laugh.

Drink's flowing, and then...

One of the girls got really jealous.

She obviously didn't like how we were,

-like, messing around with the guys.

-She got a bit funny about it.

She even, like, got down off a truck, kicked Sian.

Kicked me in my back, so I had a go at her.

Very verbal and a wee bit abusive.

I saw Sian throwing lots of expletives left, right and centre,

but that's standard.

They just carried on like... I don't know, like worse than animals.

But they didn't just disgrace themselves, they disgraced Waterloo.

I mean, that's why we had to tell the two girls,

"You've got to move on," and, I mean, we can't tolerate that.

Sian and Daisy were sacked and not allowed to return to Waterloo.

Instead, they were moved to the nearest hotel.

I've just sent an e-mail to Dougal and Emily,

cos I do feel really bad about what's happened and I'm really upset.

I never wanted it to end like this.

Sian, on the other hand, after being sacked from yet another job,

is unrepentant.

Gotta move on, innit?

I liked Sian right from the start, cos she's a bit of a ratbag,

and I don't mind ratbags, probably because I'm a ratbag.

But I think she's probably had a hard life,

and we were hoping that she'd probably learn about control,

but she can't control it, and I guess that's probably due to

a little bit of alcohol, too.

It's quite annoying that, like, it's sort of ended the way it has,

but at the same time, it's, like...

..maybe it's for the best.

I don't know, I've just got a...

bit of a thing with her going,

and we just became pretty good friends, so...

Yeah.

My skin's all peeling.

Stupid farmer's tan.

I don't know, but I don't think she's had a lot of respect in her life,

and it came back to the start, when we said respect is earnt, it's not

bought, and those girls had earnt the respect of everybody here

on the station, and to be undone by having a few too many vodkas,

it's just not a good way to end.

-'But we've still got Laurence.'

-Are you glad you're back?

Very glad to be back. I'm glad everything's OK.

What do you reckon of us, Laurence?

-Rude pricks. No, erm...

-LAUGHTER

My vocabulary's getting a bit of a redo down here.

Back at the hotel,

the girls have got their wages for the days that they worked.

The wages weren't exactly great. We got taxed quite a bit.

-Quite a bit of money went on...

-On alcohol!

-..on alcohol

that we've drunk in the rec room.

We've got enough money to last us

for a bit in terms of living and stuff.

-And partying.

-And partying.

They've decided to use their wages and their working holiday visas

to stay on in Australia.

We're going to do some travelling, see what it's like down under.

I can't believe how much we spent in the rec room, though.

I think that must be a new record for the station.

Although she earnt less money than she was hoping for and managed

to get sacked, Daisy feels that she has learned one big lesson.

When you work 12 hours, you get to the rec room at 6pm,

have your first beer and it tastes so much better.

Literally you sit there, you're like, "Ahhh!

"I've earned it." Such a good feeling.

Never earned anything before.

'I've always relied on people to do my work,

'then here I just had to get on with it.'

Going to grow up, aren't I?

Without Daisy and Sian, Laurence has made it to the end of his three

weeks at Waterloo.

I think we should commend Laurence for what he's done.

And it's his last day, so I'd like to give him his shirt,

a Waterloo shirt, maybe to take back to England.

And, mate, I tell you now, wear it with pride,

-cos you have done a good job.

-Thank you very much!

-Thanks very much.

-What a looker!

-Yeah. And we'll take that out of your pay.

LAUGHTER

-That's 75.

-LAUGHTER

-Your payslip.

-LAURENCE GASPS

So it wasn't just working for free.

You'll see it's "I owe Dougal" in there.

-LAUGHTER

-300 beers!

-Yeah.

Although money was the motivation to come here,

money is the smallest thing I got out of this experience.

Whoa! Incredible!

Refreshing to get a world where where you went to school,

your family name, wealth means nothing

if you can't pull your weight and, as Dougal repeats often,

respect cannot be bought, it has to be earned.

Look, Mum, no hands!

# I've been waiting for a while now Nothing else seems to be worthwhile

# And I'm alive with you... #

-Wow!

-It's gorgeous further up.

# Keep your love inside you Don't let them take it away

# Keep your self inside you Don't let it suffocate... #

-Did you like that chopper ride?

-Incredible.

The simple things in life, y'know?

Let's go, let's see if we get one straight up.

-Pretty tranquil spot, isn't it?

-What a dream.

There are no words. That was... It's just breathtaking. I'm dumbstruck.

It really has been the best morning of my life.

-That's a big call.

-Yes.

-You deserved it.

-Thank you!

-Yes!

-Look!

Well done, my friend! Whoo-hoo!

That's the most exclusive fish you can catch. You're a good fisherman.

-Look at that.

-This trip has been a process of catharsis,

and I've managed to break free from that pattern of failure.

DOUGAL YELLS

I might have changed,

and there's a chance that I'm not just the black sheep.

I think my parents will see

that this was an overwhelmingly positive experience.

HELICOPTER DROWNS SPEECH

This is Bell, a small Queensland town, where Sian has been living

and working since Daisy returned to the UK after

they spent six weeks travelling together.

Australia has given me, like, a new perspective on life.

I've grown up so much in the last few months,

and it's really helped me to stop being such a twat, really.

Here, Sian has managed to keep her job

and has had plenty of time to reflect

on her behaviour at Waterloo.

I started building relationships with people there,

and because of the way I reacted to what happened, it ruined it all.

I'm quite hard on myself over how I dealt with it

when I could have laughed and walked off.

But shit happens. At least I've learnt a lesson.

Next time on World's Toughest Jobs, sheep shearing in New Zealand.

Can our three Brits cut it?

-Yeah!

-Fucking fuck!

I've tried, but I can't do it.