All language subtitles for Worzel Gummidge Down Under s02e02 Red Sky Int Morning

Red sky at night.

A gay crow in delight.

Red sky in the morning.

A gay crow's warning.

Nah, I don't like the look of that at
all.

Oh, come on!

I tell you, I'm not coming in. Well, I'm
going to find out what's happened to

the crow men, whether you come or not.

Anything could have happened. He could
be dead.

Well,

someone's

alive, all right.

Yeah. Knock on the door.

Who's there?

Identify yourselves.

It's just us.

Us? Who is us?

Mickey and Manu.

Don't just stand there.

We just came to see how you were.

We haven't seen you around.

I haven't been around, children.

Nor do I expect to be around very much
in the future.

Why not?

Well, did you see that nasty fellow
thrown out the front door just before

came in?

Yeah. That was the bailiff.

Ugly piece of work.

He'd come to possess all my furniture.

Not that there was very much left to
possess.

I know.

Where's it all gone?

Sold.

All sold, piece by piece.

I needed money. It all had to go.

But I'm neglecting my duties as host.

Please sit down, children, while I get
you some lemonade.

My apologies, children.

Only brown sauce.

I ran out of lemonade weeks ago.

I don't suppose I could tempt you to a
glass of water and a brown sauce

sandwich? Thank you very much.

Oh, dear.

I forget.

The water board cut me off last month.

My bill was overdue.

In fact, all my bills are overdue.

I'm in a very bad situation.

But why, Mr. Croman? Why am I in a bad
situation?

I will tell you.

The increasing use of modern technology
has just forced me out of the market.

I just cannot compete against such cheap
labour.

I am a craftsman, but the world doesn't
want craftsmen anymore.

But couldn't you make, well, just
ordinary scarecrows?

No, I could not. I do not make ordinary
scarecrows. I make scarecrows that walk

and talk.

Scarecrows like Weavley Swede, Wattle
Halfbrush and...

A little gummage.

My Crowman days are finished.

I've put away my tools for good.

But you can't, Mr. Crowman.

You want to see something? Then look at
this.

One. Odd debt.

Three hundred dollars.

Two. Very odd debt. One hundred dollars.

Three. Materials. Wood.

Finest straw, etc.

Fifty dollars.

Four.

Aspirin, about $50.

Savings, nil.

Total owing, about $500.

I told you, children, I'm broke.

Skint.

I know where I went wrong, of course. I
should have churned them out in their

hundreds. Just ordinary, cheap, run -of
-the -mill scarecrows. But I was too

much of a perfectionist, too much of a
craftsman.

I sold them for too little and they cost
too much. That was the...

I'm just going to have to pack it in.

But you can't. Who's going to look after
people like Wurzel when they're in

trouble? There just has to be a crow
man.

I've told you I'm finished.

Goodbye, children.

But Mr. Crow Man... I said already
goodbye.

So goodbye, children.

Look, unless we can find some money for
the Cro -Man somehow, there won't be a

Cro -Man at all.

So?

Let's go find Wurzel. Do you think he
can help? He can't hurt.

Oh, yes, he can.

Wurzel! Wurzel!

Wurzel, you've got your head off. Put it
back on. He wants to talk to you. He

can't hear you without a head on. We'll
have to put it on for him.

Give it to me.

Give it to me.

Which way does it screw on?

Same as a jam jar, I think. Okay.

Oh, shit, dang, did you?

Now you've done it.

I've been trying all the morning to keep
me carrot and nose out of trouble, and

now you three's turned up and put me
head back on. I reckon I swore it.

Didn't you see the red sky this morning?

That's a warning, that is. A warning to
scarecrows.

I reckon nothing will save poor old
Wurzel now, nothing.

Wurzel, the crow man's in trouble.

Trouble? There you are, you see. What
did I tell you? I hope you're satisfied.

But you're not in trouble, Wurzel. I
ain't? No.

Well, that's all right, then.

Why didn't you say so in the first
place?

It's the Crow Man. He's got problems.

Terrible problems.

I'm sorry to hear that.

He owes $500 and he can't pay.

Oh, that I'm very sorry to hear.

Have you had your early morning tea in
Vicky's yet?

Because if you haven't, I thought
perhaps we could have a nice sit down

a chat about this.

Wurzel, if the Crow Man doesn't get
better, he won't be able to fix you up.

you won't be a scarecrow anymore.

Old Wurzel won't be a scarecrow no more.

Well, what will he be then if he ain't a
scarecrow?

He'll be a bust of that pile of rubbish.

Oh,

do you much like the sound of that?

Well, perhaps I could go without the
early morning tea just this once, seeing

I was His Majesty the Crow Man himself,
but ask for Old Wurzel's help.

Old Wurzel never lets the Crow Man down.

Well, I'll be of any rate.

Sometimes, perhaps.

dollies? Where's I going to get 500
dollies?

I reckon I'd better go and find the only
person round here that understands

money. Aunt Sally.

Hmm.

This is it.

The end.

No point in putting off the inevitable.

No room for recriminations or regrets.

I've only got one thing left to do.

But it must be done right away.

I have to wipe the slate clean.

Rosemary for remembrance.

Hemlock for ending.

Cypress for song.

By storm, by tempest, and all the cold
seasons, I

return thee to the earth.

Black Ash.

That must be one of them bring -and -buy
saley things.

When you get hot dogs in tomato sauce
and crunch a bit of chocolate fudge and

waffles so big you can't wrap your gob
around them.

Hey,

that's a meringue and a half and no
mistake.

The whole table full of scarecrows with
plenty left over for breakfast.

Yes, I wonder what it tastes like.

Are you going to pay for that?

Well, if it's all the same to you, Mrs,
no.

But you just stuck your finger in it.
No, I never.

Yes, you did. No, I never. Then how do
you explain that?

You've got me there, Mrs.

So I'll tell you what I'll do.

I'll fix it all up so no one will know
the difference.

Good to see you.

I don't know. Rubbish.

Oh, a corksicle.

I could do with a drop of corksicle
myself.

Excuse me, missus. Can I have a cup of
that there orange juice?

Well, it's 50 cents.

How much is this then?

It's only two cents.

You need another 48.

Well, I ain't got another 48.

Oh, I'm sorry. I can't help you.

Well, if you can't help me, then I'll
help myself.

Corsico. Ain't nothing more refreshing.

Would you ladies care for a sip?

Yes. Just.

Well, suit yourself.

Hey, hello, Aunt Sally.

Hey, what for you got that ticketed
thing round your neck?

You should have thought that was
extremely obvious, even to a glorified

like you. I am selling myself for money
to make myself an Aunt Sally of means.

Oh.

What's an Aunt Sally of means, Aunt Sal?

I wouldn't expect someone with a turnip
impersonating a head to understand.

And Aunt Sally of Meanswell is a lady
what lives in a huge mansion and drinks

terrier water and staggers around under
the enormous weight of glittering

jewels. How much money does he expect to
make flogging yourself off?

Half a million, I should wonder.

Maybe more.

Maybe even 13 ,000. In that case, Aunt
Sally, how about making a small loan to

his eminence, the pro -man?

He's a bit short of ready at the minute.

And as you're planning to make such a
huge amount, I thought perhaps you could

spare a hundred or three.

The Cromer?

I ain't giving any of my wealth to the
Cromer.

I'm a blooming charity.

Keep it on, Sally. He's in an awful
pickle at the minute. If he don't get

of the money soon, he'll have to give up
scarecrowing.

Wurzel Gummidge, I ain't giving away one
cent.

For your information, you're scaring
away my protective customers.

And if you don't push off, I shall call
the manager and he will chuck you out

like the...

Aunt Sally wouldn't do that to poor old
Worsham. He was only trying to help out

his eminence. Push off! Aunt Sally, you
don't understand. Get away!

Who did that?

For emergencies.

Like what?

Midnight snacks and a new elastic for my
catapult. Let's see.

It's empty.

So is this one.

They're all empty.

Well, there might have been a few more
emergencies than I thought.

What do we do now? We're never going to
find $500.

What's going on here then?

Hello, Dad.

Hello, Mr. Peacock. Morning.

We're just counting up our savings.

So I think. Quite a little stash. How
much have you got?

About 45 cents.

Hmm.

There you go. That makes 50. Now, don't
spend it all at once.

50 cents.

Hey! It's Wurzel!

It's gone!

What's that?

Dang it.

That was a close call. Good thing old
Wurzel's thought figured.

and put a bit of his purse on me. I'm
done.

Where's the dummy?

Where's the dummy? Where's the dummy?
Did she put me after me? I told him to

enough. I told him I'd be in trouble.
This rich guy's not dead. Rose Delight.

That was a long time ago.

Ah, yes.

Those were the good times.

Oh, to think I even had to show my
medal.

Five hundred dollars.

Might as well be fifty thousand.

Grayman, it's Wurzel!

He's fallen down a hole! We called down,
but there's no answer.

And? We thought... Yes? We thought you
might come and rescue him like you

do. So Wurzel Gummidge has fallen down a
hole.

Yes. Now listen to me very carefully,
children.

The time has come for Wurzel Gummidge to
learn his final lesson.

And so be it.

I want it made known, and as widely as
possible, that I, the one and only

Pacific Crowman of the Southern Cross,
have ceased making or rescuing

scarecrows, regardless of circumstance.

So I'm asking you to let this old man
you see before you rest out his

and perhaps even the rest of his days,
in quietness and peace.

Thank you.

And goodbye.

Vicky.

Arnold.

I said goodbye.

He can't mean it. I think he does.

Then it's time for my secret plan.

What plan?

The one I've been saving up for a super
emergency.

Come on.

Well, I'll be fluff -a -looted.

I've been gonna push me Eddie.

That's a new one.

What's this here place, then?

That comes from the Dark Holy.

Because it is the Dark Holy. And I was
born in because of that there pesky

pussy.

There's only one thing for it. Rick will
have to sit here and wait for his brave

Mr. Crowman to come along and
extradicate poor old Wurzel from his

That's true.

You don't look very well, do you?

Haven't had your dinner yet, I suppose.

Well, if you'll excuse me, Mrs.
Skellington, I reckon while I'm waiting,

just go and take myself a bit of a look
around.

Don't move.

Manu! Is this okay?

Fine. Put it on.

May I come in?

Are you sure this was a good idea?

You always say that if you didn't think
of it.

Come on.

There's daylight out there.

I wonder what's making that there
pinging sound.

Not at all.

Just one of them minory men would be
slanted.

Excuse me, mister, but to get out of
here, does one have to dig one's way out

like what you're doing?

Stand right where you is, or I'll split
your head open like a rotten potato.

This is a toe -lip.

Quiet, boy.

Let's have it from you.

You're a clean jumper, ain't you?

Clam jumper?

No, no, I wouldn't jump on no clam, nor
on a wing -pull.

Well, if you ain't a claim jumper, you
must be one of them mine inspectors

coming down to close down my mine.

My mine inspector? No, I ain't one of
them neither, you suspicious net.

Well, in that case, I'll fix you for a
thief.

Now, come on, boy. Own up. You comes
down here to steal my nuggets.

Nuggets? What's nuggets?

Don't try and deny it, boy. I can see it
in your eyes.

Go on, mister.

Does ugly things to a man.

He thought she'd surprise old Irrawadda
Bill by sneaking up behind him. Now, put

your hands in the air.

You're coming back to town with me, Bob.

Yes, sir. Mr.

Irrawadda Bill, sir.

It's me hands up higher now.

Well done, sir. Well done.

Now, don't try anything silly.

Get a move on.

Who is it?

G'day, Mr. Crowman, sir. It's me, Posty.

I've got some letters for you. More
bills?

Oh, no, no, no, they don't look like it.
Come in, then.

Here we are.

Thank you.

Good day, Posty.

G'day, Mr. Crowman.

Oh, I see you've got a bit of
competition downtown.

Competition? What competition are you
talking about?

Selling scarecrows.

Someone else is selling them down at the
bring -and -buy sale.

Oh, nasty -looking things they are and
all. And expensive.

You must be mistaken. I'm the only
scarecrow maker in these parts.

Oh, not any more.

No, someone's definitely flogging them
down at the bring -and -buy. Oh, $250 a

piece, I think that was. What?

That's right.

Charging a king's ransom.

Children, follow me.

This is not good.

You have done a very foolish thing.

I'm just thankful that nobody bought one
of you.

You didn't make a sale, did you?

No, not at all.

One of you had been sold.

then the first and foremost rule of
sacred scarecrow law would have been

which is that no human being may ever
take the role of a scarecrow, lest they

turned into one forever.

But we didn't know that. We were just
trying to earn some money.

So you could pay your bills. We don't
like seeing you in bed. We want you to

look after your scarecrows again.

Especially Wurzel Gummidge.

Wurzel Gummidge? Yes.

That was his name? Good day, Mr.
Crowman.

Good day, officer.

You know this Gummidge, Captain?

Yes, I do.

Might I ask how well, sir?

Well, you could say he was under my
care.

Under your care.

That is correct. So you are legally
responsible for him? In a sense, yes.

seems to be the trouble?

Fifty dollars in damages, Mr. Cromer,
incurred in the destruction of one cake

stall. If you could have it paid within
the week, this lady here would be most

grateful. Thank you, sir. Good day.

Within the week?

That is impossible. I have no money, no
money at all. I am a pauper.

Poor old Wurzel.

Wurzel Gummidge.

You'll never want to hear the name
Gummidge again as long as I live.

If the Crowman won't help Wurzel, then
who will?

Nobody.

Get moving.

I'll fix you first, Supreme Customer,
the first time I laid eyes on you.

Shifty eyes, like a finger.

I can see I'm going to have to take
measures to restrain you.

What are you going to do with that rope?

You ain't going to tie me hands up, is
you?

Yes, I was going to tie your hands, and
your arms, and your legs, and every

other bit of you that will be tied down
until I figures out what I was going to

do next.

Mr. Grover!