All language subtitles for Django.Unchained.2012.1080p.-eng

My grandfather, King George,
he take me walkabout.

Teach me black fella way.

Grandfather teach me
most important lesson of all.

Tell 'em story.

That day l down the billabong,

King George, he teach me how to
catch 'em fish using magic song.

See, I not bIack feIIa.
l not white fella, either.

Them white feIIas caII me mix bIood.

Half-caste.

Creamy.

l belong no one.

That day l see 'em, them white fellas,

they were pushing them cheeky bulls
across the river onto Carney land.

Make yourself invisible

King George angry at them white fellas.

King George say
them white fella bad spirit.

Must be taken from this land.

Coppers.

Them coppers come take me away!

They want to put me
on that Mission lsland.

Make me into a white fella.

But they're not coppers.

Whoa, girl, whoa, whoa.

And that first time I saw her,
that Missus Boss.

The strangest woman l ever seen!

She's not from this land.

This land my people got many names for.

But white fellas call it...

Australia.

But this story not begin that day.

This story begin a little while ago
in a land far, far away.

That land called England.

My husband must sell Faraway Downs.

But the offer from this
cattle king, Mr. Carney,

is only one-sixth
of what it was once worth.

We need the money, Ramsden!

But Maitland
is just about to muster the fats.

-What?
-Gather the big cows ready for market.

Ramsden, you and l both know
there is only one reason

my husband has spent
so much time down under.

And it has absolutely nothing
to do with cows.

At least not of the animal variety.

Lady Ashley, l do think that's a bit harsh.

Oh, Ramsden, drink your tea.

Lady Ashley! What do you intend to do?

l intend to travel to this cattle station,

sell it and bring Maitland home myself!

But, Lady Ashley, it's Australia!

Darling Sarah, l implore you, do not travel.

Outbreak of war imminent. Stop.

Maitland, your concern
regarding war duly noted. Stop.

Have plan concerning cattle.
Sale to King Carney not necessary.

Need more time. Stop.

Nonsense. Stop.

Expect contract for sale of station
to be drawn by time of my arrival. Stop.

Cannot meet you. Stop.
Am mustering. Stop.

Have sent trusted man.
Stop. The Drover. Stop.

The Drover?

Drover, you boong lover.

Any of you other Carney boys
wanna have a go?

Come on, fellas.
Don't let fear stand in your way.

l'll have you!

-Hey!
-Hey! No boongs in here!

He's not in the pub, lvan.

Go on. Run after your boong friend,

'cause as far as this town's concerned,
you are a black.

You work with them, you eat with them
and you sleep with them.

Crikey.

Boss, plane coming.

Go down to the wharf.

When you see her, wave your hat.

Let it go!

Go down to the wharf!

Don't forget, we need the money.

What are you waiting for, an invitation?

l hate coming to town.

Lady Sarah Ashley.

A genuine aristocrat
living right here in Darwin.

Administrator, we're at war!

As the officer in charge of livestock
purchases for the armed forces...

She's quite a looker.

l fail to see what Lady Sarah Ashley

has to do with Carney's stranglehold
on the beef industry.

Her husband, Lord Ashley, claims
he's mustering fats at Faraway Downs.

Faraway Downs?

Faraway Downs, the only cattle station
in the whole of the north

not owned by Leslie King Carney.

Lord Maitland Ashley is mustering
on Faraway Downs?

Yeah, yeah.

lsn't quite what we had in mind, is it, Neil?

No, yeah.

And now his missus has arrived
on the flying boat.

Doesn't look like they're gonna
sell Faraway Downs to me, Neil.

She won't last.

A delicate English rose withers
in the outback, yeah. You with me?

lf you must know, l am to be met by my
husband's trusted man, a Mr. Drover!

The bloody Drover?

Hey, hey! Hey!

Bring it! Yes.

Move it! Terrible!

Look at my wife and daughter down there
giving her the royal welcome.

My fiancé, Neil Fletcher,
manages Faraway Downs.

Good day.

A bit pale.

Not a bad-looking sheila,
but what's the story on the luggage?

Wants to settle down in the outback,
does she?

lf she stays and Lord Ashley manages

to get his cattle down
onto that wharf there,

then we've got a competitor
for the Army contract, Neil.

Carney's control of every
cattle station in the north

jeopardizes the supply of beef
to our troops.

But it's a poor war that doesn't make
a decent patriot rich,

so, l don't want a single beast
from Faraway Downs

to set a hoof on that wharf.

You with me, Neil?

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Nature'll take its course.

My glasses!

What about the missus?

l've arranged for someone special
to give her the old scenic route.

Give her a taste of the outback.

Go!

-Who's taking her?
-The Drover.

The Drover?

Enjoy the ride, sweetheart.

l'm Sarah Ashley.

My husband, Lord Ashley,

has sent a trusted man to collect me.
A Mr. Drover.

lt seems as if he has been waylaid.

No women. Ladies' lounge next door.

The hen parlor's thataway, my dear.

No wonder your establishment is empty.

Good day.

You can take it!

There, there, there. There, you drongo.

Oh! No, no! My bags! Not my...

Oh, no, no!

Welcome to Australia.

Drover take Missus Boss
to Faraway Downs

in a great big fancy truck!

He even let her sit in his special seat.

She even drinks
Drover's own water bottle.

That's it, that's it.

They get along like a burning house.

Now, Magarri, he sit 'em up top.

And Magarri's cousin, Goolajbaloong,
he come along for the ride.

They make 'em friends right away.

Water!

That's it. Stay, Jedda, stay. Stay.

"Trusted man." Typical of my husband.

Actually, your husband's
a pretty good bloke.

Yes, well, he certainly knows
how to choose his employees.

-Employee?
-No wonder the place is bankrupt!

Lady, l'm not an employee.

Really? So you're just driving me
all the way out to Faraway Downs

as a personal favor
to my husband, are you?

-No.
-Him being such a good bloke and all?

l'm driving you out there
because he promised me

a drove of 1 ,500 head of cattle.

What, to buy?

No, you goose, to drove.
l'm a drover, right?

l move the cattle from A to B, all right?
l work on commission.

-No man hires me, no man fires me.
-That's...

Everything l own l can fit in my saddlebag,

which is the way l like it.

Yes, well, it's all very
outback adventure, isn't it?

l'm not saying it's for everyone.

No. Definitely not for everyone.

Most people like to own things.
You know, land, luggage, other people.

Makes them feel secure.

But all that can be taken away.

And in the end, the only thing
you really own is your story.

Just trying to live a good one.

Yes, yes, an adventure story.
You sound just like my husband.

-Oh, they're kangaroos!
-Big Reds.

Lovely. Beautiful.

-Yeah, beautiful.
-l've never seen a kangaroo.

-Beautiful, jumping.
-They're jumping.

Oh, it's beautiful.

Look at them jumping!

Mr. Drover!

-Hey, Miss Boss!
-Tucker, Missus Boss?

-Mr. Drover.
-Yeah?

There's only one tent.

-That's right.
-For the four of us?

Well, you know,
it gets pretty chilly here at night.

We like to bunk up together, eh, Magarri?
Goolaj? Huh?

Nice and close, you know.

-Freezing!
-Yeah!

Oh, come on, Lady Ashley.
We're just having a laugh.

Never really slept in a tent in our lives.
We just bunk around the fire, see?

-See, we're not really used to...
-A woman?

l suppose you think
l should be back in Darwin

at the church fete, or the ladies'...
Whatever you call it.

Well, l will have you know
that l am as capable as any man.

Guests. We're not used to guests.
That's what l was about to say.

But now you mention it, l happen
to quite like the women of the outback.

But they're mostly native women.

Aboriginal women. They're very easy to...

To get along with, if you try.

Hup now, hup now! Go!

Him always punctual.

Get out of here!

-What's that?
-Your accountant.

Hey, Drover!
He's your bloody problem now!

See you, Drover!

Kippelly Flymm.

-Kippelly Flynn.
-l'm sorry, what was your name again?

Lipelling Klymm, milady.

Kipling Flynn.

Thanks.

How long till we reach Faraway Downs?

We've been on it for the last two days.

-Drover! Hey, Drover!
-Good day, love, how you doing?

Good. Aren't you not gonna stop
and have a rest for a while?

No, got to make a delivery.

Put the kettle on.
l'll be round in a couple of days.

-Okay.
-Give us a kiss.

See you soon.

She's easy to get on with.

-She's trouble, that one. See you later!
-Bye!

You and my husband share an interest.

An interest? Really?

Come on. We all know the real reason
that my husband is out here.

Right, you mean the breeding, yeah.

-Breeding?
-Yeah.

No, we're both dead keen on breeding.

l have this idea, which he loves.

You might be quite excited
about it, too, actually.

Now, l'm a brumby man, but his fancy
English filly, Capricornia,

has really caught my eye.

l've got to admit, she is gorgeous.
Really gorgeous.

Gorgeous creature.

l've always wanted to mate an English
thoroughbred with a bush brumby.

l mean, it'd be magic, wouldn't it? Magic.

-lmagine that combination.
-Don't you say another word.

-l know what you're implying.
-You've thought about it, too, haven't you?

Capricornia... You... Poppycock!

-What are you talking about?
-Poppycock!

Coppers.

What are you talking about?

You... You want...

You want to have it on with me.

-What? What was that?
-Oh, you know exactly what l'm saying.

Just like you have it on with
that poor girl that you're exploiting,

and God knows how many others.

What are you talking about?

-You got a filthy mind, lady.
-You're an animal!

l wouldn't have it on with you

if you were the only tart left
in Australia, you hear me?

-Animal! You are a...
-Believe me, l wouldn't...

-What was that?
-Stay in the car.

-No, no.
-Get your hands off me.

For once in your life,
do as you're bloody told.

There she is.

Faraway Downs.

And that first time I saw her,

that Missus Boss...

Lady Ashley, wait, don't go in there.

l'm so sorry.

My family has had the honor of serving
the owners of Faraway Downs

for three generations.

We know how hard this land can be.

But Lord Maitland Ashley,
he never gave up.

The only thing that could stop
this decent, courageous man

was a spear from a murderous black,
the so-called King George.

And he will be brought to justice.

Let us now pray for Maitland Ashley,

that his soul may enter peacefully
through the gates of heaven.

Lady Ashley, we can leave
for Darwin first thing in the morning.

Yes, yes. Certainly, Mr. Fletcher.

l can't understand what my husband
would have seen out here.

Yeah, this land has a strange power.

That first night, when the sun go to sleep,

King George tell me this land be healed.

He tell me that woman,

that far, far away woman,
she be like the rain.

l've been thinking
l'm gonna sing her to me.

Make the land sing.

l let you see me now.

-Who are you?
-l Nullah.

-How did you get in here?
-l make myself invisible

with gulapa magic!

What do you want?

That balanda Fletcher
been curse this place.

But you like Rainbow Serpent.

You mien-muk.

You heal this land. So l sing you to me.

Like l sing a fish to me.

l sing, too, when Mama and Fletcher

make wrong-side business.

Wrong-sided business?

You know, laying down and tickling.

Oh, my goodness.

-Me and you secret.
-Oh, my goodness. Mr. Fletcher?

l got to sing to Mama to warn her
that Lord Boss Ashley is coming down.

Maitland? l mean, Lord Ashley?

Yeah. He plenty funny.

So that's why
l took him down the billabong.

Show him all the big, fat, cheeky bulls.

Come here, look 'em. Look.

Get pushed across the river,
over to Carney land.

The bulls? Billabong?

-That's where Maitland was killed.
-But, Missus Boss, the spear was...

Please, don't. Don't make him
that policeman take away my boy.

Them coppers.
That bad Fletcher, he say you see me,

you send me to the Mission lsland,
to that lock-lock.

Throw away bloody key.

-Please, missus! Quick!
-l make us invisible.

Missus Boss!

Oh, it's you.

Last night, l show you

where...

She's a beautiful day, isn't she?

How was your sleep? Restful?

l wouldn't say so, no.

The boys are just finishing up.

Gotta tell you,
they're a pretty sorry mob of cattle.

Seems hardly worth the effort.

Ready to go, Lady Ashley?

Billabong.

Mr. Fletcher,

tell me about the big fat cows
that cross the river

down at the billabalong,
or whatever it is you call it.

The billabong?
No, that's Carney property over there.

-Our cattle don't cross the river.
-Apparently, they do.

Yeah? Who says they do?

That little boy there.

Oh, you mean little half-caste fella?

Hey! Hey, little fella, come here!

Come and tell Mr. Fletcher
what you told me last night.

Nullah! Go to him!

Come on, Nullah, come on.

Please. Do it for Mummy please!

-Yes.
-They're funny ones.

Do what your mother says

Now,

did you see big, fat cattle
crossing Marmont River?

Or were they just Carney cattle on
the other side of the river having a drink?

One more word and l'll beat your mother

Them just Carney cattle, Mr. Fletcher.
l been looking but myself.

You tell great big tall stories, don't you?

lt's all right, Mr. Fletcher.

l'm sure the boy
just made a mistake. Well.

All right, now, we best get going,
Lady Ashley.

Hey, Sing Song,
take the little fella to the kitchen

and give him a big bloody feed
of that tucker that he likes.

-Forgive me, Mr. Fletcher.
-Look, l understand. You barely slept.

-Let me go!
-Wait, wait, wait!

-Let me go!
-Wait... Nullah!

That old windmill hasn't turned in years.

He's a sweet little boy.
l don't think he meant any harm.

They're funny, little creamies.
They're all a bit soft in the head.

That's why the government
sends them to the mission.

They all tell bloody monstrous lies.

Yeah, and the next one, quick.
Come on. We haven't got all day.

l no bloody liar!

He liar! He say this not work!

Fletcher liar!

No! No, leave him alone! Please!

l gulapa! l curse you!

Leave him alone! Leave him alone!

Run, Nullah! Run!

-Leave him alone!
-l curse you!

Mr. Fletcher!

-Leave him alone!
-Mr. Fletcher!

Get off my property.
You no longer work for me!

lf l go, my men go with me.

There won't be a single bloody beast
in this stockyard

to start the drove in the morning.

You heard what l said.
Get off my property!

-Yeah?
-Go! Now!

You're the boss.

Hey, Flynn! Get in the car.
l'll get you a newjob somewhere else.

Bunchemup, grab the gear, pack it up.

l'll see you in Desperation Creek
in a few days.

Bloody old fool.

Carney's gonna get this property.

Been a pleasure working for you.

Real pleasure. Yeah.

That strange woman,
she fire him, that Fletcher.

He can't hurt Mama no more.

From that day on,

we call her Missus Boss.

Why would Fletcher
block the water pump?

l don't know. All crazy.

-White fella, black fella, all crazy.
-Crazy.

Only one person know

That bloody no good

That no good man, Kipling Flynn

That bad man! That bad man!

-Mr. Flynn.
-Oh...

-Milady.
-Don't get up.

The truth, Mr. Flynn.

This ledger,

which Fletcher had me keep
for the benefit of your husband,

is a tale of decline and ruin
redolent of the great Gibbon.

There is, however, another,

kept for the benefit of Mr. Carney,

in which is recorded all the unbranded

fat cattle,

siphoned off across the river
and into his herd.

And the boy.

He's Fletcher's son, isn't he?

As with all things Fletcher,
it's impossible to prove anything.

Still, if Carney's good Christian wife

ever comes to the same conclusion
as yourself,

Fletcher's chances of marrying
their daughter would be dashed.

l'm going to the authorities
and l will be telling them...

Carney is the authority here.

Are you suggesting l let him steal
my cattle and buy my property

for a fraction of what it's worth?

l am suggesting that you continue to do
what your husband set out to do.

Drove.

Drove the cattle to Darwin.

Would you mind? l need a drink.

Milady, drove.

Drove the cattle to Darwin,
sell them to the Army,

you'll break Carney's monopoly.

Use the profits to put Faraway Downs
back on its feet, you go back to London,

you're sitting pretty
for the rest of your life.

That's what Maitland said he was doing.

And there's no reason
why you can't do the same.

There is just one small problem.

Having dismissed Fletcher,
there's no one to muster the cattle.

Flynn! Missus Boss!

lt's the Drover!

Drover! Drover!

Yay, Drover! Yay!

Teach me how to break them brumbies!

-See any boys in there?
-No, boss!

Goolaj, go see if they're
in the top paddock.

-Mr. Drover!
-Just get the bloody brumbies in there.

l'll find out what the hell is going on here.

Hey, Drover, you gotta teach me
how to break them horses.

-Go fill the water trough, son.
-Mr. Drover,

l need to speak to you!

Now, where the hell
are all the bloody stockmen?

That's what l need to speak to you about.

-Where's Fletcher?
-We disagreed and l dismissed him.

-Dismissed?
-Yes.

Hang on, hang on. What about the cattle?

Well, it beggars belief,
but as he was leaving,

he deliberately let the cows out of the...

l don't know, whatever you call it,
and they ran off!

Damn! Do you realize, woman,
what you've done?

Mr. Drover, do not take that tone
with me, thank you very much!

-Don't take that tone with you, huh?
-No.

l'm asking you, woman,
do you know what you've done?

l won't get another drove
this late in the season, all right?

-You've cost me my living.
-Can't you just round them up?

Round them up, huh?
Oh, round them up! Yeah!

Yes, just go get them.

Fifteen hundred head of cattle

scattered over a million acres,
with just me and my two men.

That's a great idea! Stupid cow.

Mr. Drover, l was right to dismiss
Mr. Fletcher on moral grounds.

Moral grounds?
You're at that again, are you?

Let me guess.
He wanted to exploit you, did he?

-Fancy you, did he?
-What?

ls there any man in this world
who doesn't fancy you?

-Please.
-Huh?

Mr. Fletcher is working for Mr. Carney!

They were pushing
the best of the unbranded cattle

across the river
onto Mr. Carney's property!

They were stealing!

Well, there's no surprises there.

-No, he's a bad man.
-All right. All right.

But, look, you can't prove it, right?

-Well...
-You can't.

And you can't win against Carney,
so just take my advice, lady.

Grab King Carney's offer and go the hell
back to England as quickly as possible.

That way, you'd make everybody happy,
especially me.

Men!

So, you're just going to walk away?

l learned a long time ago
not to fight other people's wars.

Wait! Wait! Wait! Mr. Drover, wait!

Please, please, please! Mr. Drover,
please! Please. Wait. Please. l...

Listen, you said your dream was to breed
a thoroughbred with a bush brumby.

lf you agree to help me, l...

l will give you my Capricornia.

And how are we gonna do a drove
with just me and my two men, huh?

Oh, crikey.

Mum was a drover's boy for Fletcher.

Bandy was a drover's boy a long time ago.

Some white stockmen like to have
an Aboriginal woman on the drove

to keep them company at night.

They shave their heads
to make them look like boys

and work them like any other
stockman during the day.

That's... What do you call it?
Exploiting them.

Exploiting, yes.

Anyway, we're still in trouble.

All right.
We gotta have seven good riders, at least,

and the most l can count is five.
And what do we got? We got me...

-You.
-Magarri!

Yeah, Magarri. You got 'em, Magarri.

-Goolaj. We got Daisy. Nice ride.
-Great.

And, Bandy, good work. But...

What about Mr. Sing Song?
Mr. Sing Song ride horse? Huh?

-Hey! Don't look at me, huh?
-Sing Song, he real good cooker.

Cook's wagon, at best.
So, we got five, right?

lt's not enough.
We need two more experienced riders.

l did that run once back in 1 935,

with Magarri, Dingo Jones
and the Drongo brothers,

true knights of the outback.

Mr. Flynn! Can you ride?

-l can...
-l won't carry a drunk.

...but don't.

l ride 'em real bloody good!

l drove those no-good cheeky bulls
into the big bloody metal ship.

All right, five and a quarter.

-Six and a quarter.
-What?

Lady, this ain't trotting
in Kensington Gardens.

Mr. Drover, l could show you
a thing or two about horses.

Pretty sure, when it comes to horses,
there's nothing you can show me.

-Bring the horse.
-You can't be serious.

Bring the horse!

This should be interesting.

Move along! Move along! Move along!

What are you doing?

-Lady Ashley...
-Move it. Move it! Move it!

You're going the wrong way.

lt's easy!

-Stubborn things. Silly cows.
-Hey, hey, hey. Hey!

-Come on.
-What the bloody hell you doing?

You're scattering them all over the place.

Get up the back there. Up the tail.

Get up there. Go, go, go!
Don't let them break away.

Go on!

Run, cows! Move, you cows!

We're trying to get the cows up there.

-Not too bad, Lady Ashley.
-l've got him! l've got him!

l think we're doing pretty well.

You crazy take all this stuff.
Where you think you going, Shanghai?

A lady never knows what she might need.

Run, Nullah, run!

-Run! Run, run!
-Coppers! Coppers!

Tank! Tank, Nullah! Tank!

Bandy! Coppers! Hurry up!

Cut them loose.

Get out. You two, check the east side.

Move, move! Hurry up!

-Around the back.
-Chinaman!

Daisy's in the tank.

Bandy, tea, tea.

Where's the creamy?

Trackers.

Nullah.

Lady Ashley? Sergeant Callahan
of the Northern Territory Police.

Grab the float!

l can't begin to tell you, Lady Ashley,

how the tragedy
which befell your late husband

has wrung sympathy from the hearts
of every civilized man and woman

in the Northern Territory.

Let me assure you, Lady Ashley,

that the suspect, King George,
will be brought to justice.

But surely a witch doctor could conceal
his own tracks, Sergeant, could he not?

Makes no difference.
lt's only a matter of time.

Help!

Oh, incidentally, l met up with
your former manager, Neil Fletcher.

He informed me that there's a half-blood
Aboriginal child out here somewhere.

l thought we might pick him up

and put him in the good hands
of the church.

l will be sure to look out for him.

Till we meet again, Lady Ashley.

Get 'em in the back, Constable. Let's go.

-They're in the tank!
-Drover!

Drover, help them! Quickly!

Mama!

Easy, lad. l got you. l got you.

Come on, Daisy. Come on.

Daisy! Daisy! Oh, Daisy!

Daisy! Oh, God, please!

Daisy! Daisy!

Oh my daughter, my daughter.

Daisy.

When someone dies,
in the Aboriginal culture,

you're not supposed to say
their name again.

He needs mothering.

-Mothering?
-Yep.

And you're a woman,

-so you should go on, get down there.
-l'm...

l'm not...

What?

Good with children.

Nullah?

l wanted to extend my condolences.

Go away.

Would you...

Would you like to hear a story?

What story?

Well, it's... lt's called...

-lt's called The Wizard of Oz.
-What's a wizard?

Well, a wizard is a sort of magic man.

Gulapa.

Mama say l gulapa.

-l magic man.
-Really?

l wizard man!

We can't say Mama's name no more.

No, well...

Anyway, there's a girl and there's a dog.

Ruff! Ruff, ruff, ruff.

And there's a tornado.
Well, no, in the film, it's a twister.

-Who twister?
-Oh, no, no, a twister's not a person.

lt's like a big... Like a storm.

-Like the wet?
-Like the wet.

Anyway, the story takes place in a...

Well, a faraway land.

Called Oz.

-This good story.
-Oh! Well...

-lt got song?
-Yes. Yes, lots of songs.

l like song.

You sing 'em me, l learn 'em song.

No, no, no, l... No.

No.

Well, l...

Some...

-l'll sing a little.
-Good.

Somewhere over the rainbow

-Rainbow Serpent?
-Yes.

That bloody good. Keep going.

-You funny singer, but good song.
-Oh...

Somewhere...

There's some birds and they...

-Keep going. Come on.
-lt's...

Someday l'll wish upon a... A star...

And...

-Come on. Sing more.
-Yes.

Wake up where the clouds are far behind

Dreams really do come

true!

Dreaming song.

Missus Boss, we got to get
those no-good cheeky bulls

into the big bloody metal ship.

That's right.

That's what dreaming songs tell us,
Missus Boss.

We've got to get those no-good
big bloody bulls into that metal ship.

l'm sorry. l thought he could...
l thought he could do it.

Yeah, well, people don't change,
Miss Ashley.

Twister. Twister!

No desert comes drier
than Kipling Flynn, milady!

Well done! Well done, Kipling!

Flynn Kipling! Yay!

Hey, hey!

Welcome! Welcome!

-Hey, Nullah.
-All right.

Well, Mr. Drover, l believe we have
the appropriate number.

-The appropriate number, huh?
-Yes!

Now, listen up.
l'm only gonna say this once.

l run the show. Everybody does exactly

as she's told.

-Understood?
-Understood.

No matter your experience or your age,
you pull your weight.

-Yes, boss.
-And above all, the Drover's Law,

no grog.

Now, if there's a rush and the cattle
are stampeding toward you,

it's not much good prancing
and dancing about on your show pony.

Only one thing cattle fear more
than a man on a horse,

and that's a man standing
on his own two feet,

staring 'em right between the eyes.

Now, you sure you mob are still up for it?

You can count on us.

Oh, crikey.

Well, we're what we are.

We've got to get to Darwin before
the ship sails. Let's get cracking!

The rest of you jokers follow me.

l'll get the gate. Go back.
Don't let them scatter.

There, mate. Push 'em over.
Don't let them go down there.

That's it.

Get up there!

So we start cracking them whips

and driving them cheeky bulls
all the way across the land

to that place they call 'em Darwin.

All right.
We'll push them straight across here.

Very good. Keep them moving.
That's it, nice and steady.

Go on, go on. Keep them moving.

Get up! Get up!

While the war rages on in Europe,

the Japanese are on the march.

There are reports of an alliance

between the warmongers
of Germany, ltaly and Japan

which threatens to expand World War ll
to the shores of Australia.

This is a war of the air, but on the ground

the War Office will announce
who has won the Army's contract

to supply good Aussie beef to the troops.

Couple of days
won't make any difference, Captain.

Might as well sign the contract now, eh?

l wouldn't be too sure of that, Mr. Carney.

Air Force chaps just spotted
a big mob of cattle, 1 ,500 head,

crossing the Marmont River.

Marmont River? That's Faraway Downs.

Are you running cattle
out of Faraway Downs, Mr. Fletcher?

No, no, l don't work there anymore.

Well, l suppose Lady Ashley's
droving the cattle herself.

Someone must be helping her.

That's right, Neil.
Someone must be helping her.

When Missus Boss first come to this land,

she look but she not see.

Now she got her eyes open
for the first time.

Some places got spirits.

White fellas don't know.

Some places no good to go.

You gonna sing 'em them cattle tonight?

No, Nullah, not me. l'm the orchestra.

That's why l always carry this,

the famous J. Albert & Son
boomerang harmonica.

Can you play that rainbow song?

Well, l've got the latest
1 00 songs of the Hit Parade here.

l like that rainbow song.

lt's all about the dreaming.
Gulapa not teach me that yet.

Who's Gulapa?

He's my grandfather, King George.

King George is your grandfather?

He teach me sing a fish song.

He teach me sing down fear.

Fear, evil spirit, wild beast.

Gulapa teach me plenty songs.

Gulapa teach me
that day down the billabong.

Mr. Drover, what is that chanting?

Goolaj and Magarri singing the cattle.
Just keeps them calm at night.

We do it in shifts. Those boys'll
finish up in a couple hours, so...

-Bandy?
-Yeah?

You show Missus Boss how it's done.

-All right?
-Right.

Sing Song, you and me
gonna serenade them till 3:00,

and safest shift is pre-dawn,

so that's the boy soprano
and his orchestra. All right?

-You're on till the sun comes up.
-Yes, boss.

All right, everybody get some shut-eye!

Mr. Drover?
l really don't think it's appropriate

to work a child of Nullah's age like that.

Now, l am more than willing
to take his shift.

But Missus Boss, l plenty old enough!

-l'm talking now. Manners.
-Oi, oi, oi, steady on. l'm talking.

Look, just relax, will you?

The boy's gotta pull his weight
like everyone else.

When l was his age,
l was manning outstations.

-Not everybody's you, Mr. Drover.
-That's right. Not everyone's me.

l'm the boss.

You're on the 3:00 shift, all right?

-Yes, boss. Night, boss.
-3:00 a.m.?

Relax, lady. He'll be fine. Good night.

-Night, Missus Boss.
-Oh.

Good night.

-Night, Sing Song!
-You're on the 1 2:00 shift.

-l suggest you get some sleep.
-Night, Nullah.

-Good night, Flynn!
-Night, Nullah.

Night-night, Jedda.

Lord Ashley was killed
by a glass-tipped spear.

-Are you sure?
-You and me secret.

Nullah!

Rush! Rush!

-They're heading towards the cliff face!
-A stampede! Where's Nullah?

Go on out there.
Get on your horse and stay with Goolaj.

Right. We'll split up, we'll circle
the herd before they go over the edge!

Sing Song, pack the camp
and get the hell out of there!

Head them off!

-Don't let them split!
-Yeah! Come on! Come on!

Get in the front!

Good boy!
Go on, pull them round! Pull them round!

Nullah! You're too close to the edge!

Courage, my boy! Courage!

Well done, my boy!

Nullah! We have to turn the herd!

Hey, hey, hey! Never fear, Flynn is here!

Yay, Flynn!

Nullah!

Flynn!

Nullah! Run!

Nullah!

-Nullah!
-Nullah!

No!

lt's all right, you're safe.

l've got you.

You're safe. Yeah.

You're safe with me.

l'll stay with you.

You are brave, my grandson

-Hey.
-How's the little fella?

Oh, he... He's fine. He's fine.

-Yeah?
-Yeah.

l have a feeling l might not be able
to complete the next lesson.

Right, old mate.
Let me get you some water, huh?

Water's the last thing l want
at this moment in my life.

Under the wagon. A bottle of Poor Fella.

l'm sorry, Drover. Just in case.

Of course, mate. Of course.

lf you'd all share a drop...

lt would be a terrible shame to waste it.

The spear. Nullah told me that...

A glass-tipped spear.

Tell milady l'm sorry.

l was a coward.

We lost just about everything,
except for a few swags and tins of beef.

And this.

l can't believe l was so insistent
upon bringing these

silly things.

lt was Fletcher who did this, wasn't it?

The last thing Flynn told me before he died

was that your husband was killed
by a glass-tipped spear,

like the ornamental ones
in the homestead.

Glass-tipped is a Kimberley spear.

King George is from Arnhem.

Fletcher was trying to make it look
like King George.

Fletcher.

lt can't be proved. Sorry.

Maitland...

We can't let them win.

We won't.

Come here in the back, Goolaj!

Get 'em up!

Yah, yah! Get up!

Up! Up! Up!

They pushed on during the night.

Maybe that little creamy
has got the black fella magic.

Shut up, Bull!

They'll need more than magic
to get them to Darwin.

Hey, Nullah.
Nullah, after you're done there, mate,

l need you to help
hobble these horses, all right?

Yes, boss.

Never thought l'd see this day.

We're gonna break the Drover's Law.

l plenty old enough, too!

Yes, you are, mate, and that is why

you are going to keep an eye
on the rest of us, all right?

-All right, everyone...
-Good girl, Jedda. Here.

...let's be upstanding.

To the memory of the gentleman.

To the gentleman.

To Flynn!

l'd say one more before dinner.

-Let's dance.
-No.

-Come on!
-No. Nope.

Come on. Please?

-No. l don't know how.
-lt's easy. l'll show you.

You put your hands on my shoulders,

and you step back.

-Oh, back. Sorry.
-Back. No, no, no. When l...

-l'm a bad teacher.
-Stop!

-You don't drink much, do you?
-No.

l'll give it a go.
Come on, l can do it. l can do it. All right?

Now you do wrong-side business?

No, mate, no.
We're just having a dance here.

-Ceremonial dance?
-Yes. lt's called the Foxtrot.

Fox dance?
You gonna teach me that dance?

You're a bit too young for it, mate.

Nullah! Get down from that tree now!
Got bad spirits up there.

You in big trouble.

Come on, Nullah. Time to go to bed, now.

You know better than that
to go up in the tree.

Have you ever fallen
into wrong-side business?

Yeah.

Yeah, l was married once.

Really?

To a lovely girl.

That was before l went off to war.

And what happened?

Well, l marched off for Mother England,

and by the time l came back, she was sick

with TB.

But back then,
the hospitals wouldn't treat...

blacks.

Oh, right. l see. Yeah.

Do you have children?

-No.
-Well, that's a shame.

l think you would have made
a great father.

You?

No.

l can't.

That's too bad.

You would have made a great mother.

Well, good night.

Good night.

Water no good, boss.

Might be Carney boys
already been here, eh?

There has to be water some other place.

-Next bore is five days.
-There has to be water.

You can be sure Fletcher
will have been there, as well.

-Hey, boss.
-What?

There's water.

Three days' ride away.

We'd have to cross the Kuraman.

The Kuraman? That's Never-Never Land.

-No.
-We've got to try.

-We can't.
-We've got to try.

No one has drove the Never-Never.

There's nothing to guide you.
You don't know where you are.

You get caught out there,
you're gonna lose more than your cattle.

l'm sorry.

Boss! Look!

Grandfather, we need to find the
water across the Never Never...

l will sing you

l will sing you to the place where
the five rivers meet

He a wizard. He gonna sing for us.

Sing?

He can find his way anywhere.

The ancestors created songs
for everything.

For every rock and tree,
and they're all linked,

so when gulapa, the magic man,
sings them in order,

he'll sing us to water.

Even across the Never-Never.

And we went on for three days.

Every day drier. Hotter.

All that dead land.

Then come that big dust storm.

Keep your heads driving into the wind!

Keep driving into the wind!

Nullah, you stay close to me!

Them cattle stop moving,

Magarri, Goolaj stop moving.

We all stop moving.

l'm gulapa.

l magic man. l wizard man.

Dead, all of them. That's what he said.

The pilot swooped down
to get a closer look.

Dead as doorposts, they were.

lt's a real tragedy.

-How terrible.
-And on the eve of the ball, too.

Well, what were they doing
in the Kuraman?

Nothing personal, Captain,

but l got a business to run
and you got an army to feed.

So let's not muck about.

l suppose it's not a real war
unless someone's making a profit.

You got them ready to load, Neil?

Yeah. We're right to go.

'Cause l got a feeling
the Captain's gonna put pen to paper.

All hail the King!

Yeah.

Where'd he come from?

Oh, look.

Hello, little sweetie.

What the bloody hell is that?

Gentlemen!

l'm Sarah Ashley,
owner of Faraway Downs.

We are making delivery of 1 ,500 head
of prime F.D. Branded Shorthorns.

-We will require a holding yard.
-We're full.

-Says who?
-The owner.

-You must be Mr. Carney.
-Too right, love.

Lady Ashley, l'm Emmett Dutton.

l'm the officer
in charge of livestock purchases.

We will accept 20% less than what
the Carney Cattle Company is asking.

No can do, love.
You're late. The contract's signed.

But this contract is not binding
until the cattle are loaded.

Load the bloody cattle now!

We've got to load the cattle on the ship
before Carney.

-Get off your backsides!
-You drive them straight down the wharf.

l'll try and keep Carney's cattle in the yard.

Load the bloody cattle now!

Drover!

Load!

Right-o, you blokes, load!

Hey, Bull, open the bloody crush!

Close that flaming gate!

You missed the boat, sunshine.

Yeah, good luck, Drover, you drongo!

You ain't going nowhere, Drover!

Hup!

Yeah!

Drover!

Push them straight down the wharf!

Yeah!

There are cattle
being driven down the wharf.

My husband must have a problem
with the loading.

They're not Carney cattle.

lt's Lady Ashley!

Get out of the way!

Looks like we've got a bit of competition

back in the meat business.

We're locked out!

That's it!

Here's to you, Missus!

Push them up!

Cheeky bulls down the wharf!

Cheeky bulls down the wharf,
Missus Boss!

Get him down the wharf. That's it, Nullah!

Get him up, Nullah!

l got the last big bloody cheeky bull
in the big bloody metal ship!

All right!

Yay! Yay!

That's it! Lady coming through!
There's a lady coming through!

-Two Poor Fella rums, lvan!
-Shut up!

No women. Ladies' lounge next door.

She's no lady, lvan.

She just drove a mob of cattle
across the Never-Never!

She deserves a drink like any man.

Too bloody right.

l never drink Poor Fella alone.

Crikey!

l didn't want to see a single beast
from Faraway Downs

set a hoof on that wharf, Neil.

But that's what happens
when you send a boy to do a man's job.

Now, find out if she's going to the ball
tomorrow night.

l'll take care of it myself.

So everybody get what they want.

Everybody happy.

Missus Boss is gonna sell Faraway Downs
and go back England.

Easy, easy. Good, good.

Drover, he get him that horse Capricornia.

That's it. Good girl.

Everybody happy except for me.

'Cause l not white fella,

I not black fella, either.

Me half-caste.

Creamy.

Me belong no one.

Good girl.

Okay, back up. Back up.

Good.

Easy. Easy. Good. Good. That's it.

Good girl. That's it.

You really do have a gift with horses.

Up, up, up.

You look different.

l've agreed to be patroness at the ball
at Government House tomorrow night.

Yeah? And?

Drover, l...

l'm going to finish
what Maitland set out to do

and l'm going to bring Faraway Downs
back to life.

-l don't follow you.
-Well, this is perfect.

l'm going to need a manager.

Well, l thought that...

it would be a good job for you.

Anyway, l almost forgot something.

-Whoa, whoa, whoa.
-l got a suit for you.

Stop. Don't do that. Don't do that.

-Do what?
-The thing you do

when you get a head full of ideas.

Like crossing the Kuraman?

Come on, mate.
You don't know what you're talking about.

Running a station? Manager?

l'm a drover, all right?
No man hires me. No man fires me.

-So you don't want to go to the ball?
-Ball?

Sarah.

l'm as good as black to that mob up there.

All right? l mix with dingos, not...

Not duchesses.

They keep out of my way
and l keep out of theirs.

That's the way it is.

Just because it is
doesn't mean it should be.

But that's the way it is.

Cheer up, little fella.

You and that Chinaman gonna take me out
on a big night at the pictures.

-How?
-You can't take half-caste picture show.

Coppers take him!

He won't be half-caste.

He got every right to be there.

We use magic.

Got every right to be there,

'cause you're a special boy.

He's a special boy.

Nobody gonna stop you from going.

Nobody.

How good of you, Lady Ashley,

to take an interest in Dr. Barker's
work on the mission.

Well, actually, Administrator,
my interest is of a more personal nature.

Well, l must say, Lady Ashley,
that l think it's very kind...

-Smashing.
-Would you excuse me?

...Australia amongst
the leading lights of Darwin.

l was wondering if you could
introduce me to Dr. Barker?

-Sarah?
-Captain Dutton.

Lady Ashley, l'll leave you
in the capable hands of the Captain.

l'm sure he would be happy
to introduce you to Dr. Barker.

-l want to talk to Dr. Barker...
-Her husband barely in the grave

and there she is,
cavorting with the Captain.

-His mother has passed away...
-And that dress.

Yes. Bidding should go through the roof.

He is a little boy.
He needs someone to look after him.

-Sarah...
-l'm desperate to speak to Dr. Barker.

l'm going to adopt him.

lt's only a matter of time
before they take him away.

Adopting an Aboriginal child, Sarah, is
much more complicated than you realize.

Neil! Come on.
l want to talk with Lady Ashley.

Yeah, no, we will, later, love.

l don't mind if you bid for her
in the auction tonight.

l won't be jealous. She's an inspiration.

Yeah, no, she's full of surprises.

But surely, Doctor, life on a station
with people who care for these children

is far better than life
in a government institution.

lt is my great honor to present to you...

-The auction.
-...our gracious patroness, Lady Ashley.

Bravo!

Now, for the auction of the first dance...

The mixed-race children
must be dislocated

from their primitive, full-blood Aborigine.

...with Lady Ashley!
Do l hear a first bid? Please!

-£5, here.
-£5?

How else are we to breed
the black out of them?

l paid more than that for a dance
with Mrs. Allsop!

Remember, it's for the mission.

Has anyone asked their mothers
how they feel about this?

-Lady Ashley, please.
-For the war efforts!

-Do l hear £20?
-lt's a fact of science

the Aboriginal mother
soon forgets her offspring.

-Lady Ashley...
-£50!

Fifty pounds!

-£70!
-£95!

No mother forgets her child, Dr. Barker.

-Lady Ashley!
-This is most inappropriate.

-£1 00!
-Well, that is a new record.

We can't very well ask their fathers,
can we?

How dare you?

-Going once...
-Or perhaps we should.

-...going twice...
-After all,

-they're right here in this room.
-That's a lie!

-...and...
-Five hundred quid!

£500!

Well! lndeed!

lf it isn't the man who
almost single-handedly

made the Australian beef industry
what it is today.

Mr. King Carney
of the Carney Cattle Company.

For the benefit of the missions.

Well, there's nothing more to say

but, let the King take his prize.

Can l get a picture, please?
Smile for the camera.

Let me say, Lady Ashley,
just how sorry l was

to hear of your husband's death

at the hands of that wild savage.

A savage, yes, Mr. Carney,

but you and l both know
that my husband was not killed

by an Aborigine.

No, l did not know that.

Perhaps you should ask Mr. Fletcher.

-Are you making an accusation?
-Not one that l can prove.

ln business, l've been fortunate.
ln family, a little less so.

l'm prepared to go to £75,000.

This is not about the money, Mr. Carney.
There is a little boy.

There's a...

There are people who are living on
the station for whom l am responsible.

And who will take care of them?

A cattle station is like a country.

And you have no one to look after it.

Now, l can offer protection
to every man, woman and child.

And child, too?

You will do that?

How can l keep you at your word?

l'll put it in the contract.

King Carney and Lady Ashley.
That was a marvelous treat.

No one can close a deal more
quickly than King Carney.

Now the raffle for the war effort.

The last flying boat leaves tomorrow
because of the war.

Will l tell my lawyer
to draw up a contract?

But the true-blue Australian man,
like King Carney, is...

He's here.

lnform your lawyer...

lnform your lawyer that Faraway Downs
is no longer for sale.

Foxtrot!

Here you are.

Yeah, well, you didn't think l was gonna
waste my dance lesson, did you?

Let's really give the bastards
something to talk about, huh?

Oh, crikey.

She's invited that man.

-Hey, Doris.
-Get you a drink, Drover?

Yeah, a beer would be good.
Hello, love. Nice dress.

-Fox dance?
-Fox dance.

Back... Back...

-Step... Step...
-Sorry.

Let's get out of here.

There it is. First storm of the wet.

What's it like?

lt's beautiful. There's millions of birds,

creeks turn into rivers,
dry plains into lakes.

Faraway Downs
will be reborn as an island,

green and flowering and fat with life.

-Quick, quick!
-We'll be cut off from

the rest of the world!

Sarah, in the dry, l'll be gone, droving.

But right now it's raining.

Rain! Yeah!

-Can you help me?
-You don't need to be helped any longer.

You've always had the power
to go back to Kansas.

-l have?
-Why didn't you tell her before?

Because she wouldn't have believed me.

My darling Cath!

Daddy!

Hey, Drover...

Maitland Ashley met his death
at the hands of a wild savage, did he?

You're not part of any plan
concerning this family.

Nothing's in your name,

and if anything should happen
to my darling Cath,

you lose everything.

There's no place like home.

Yay!

Just like Drover say,
that rain make everything come alive.

That land, it grow green and fat,
and we all go back to Faraway Downs.

Missus Boss happy, Drover happy,
even that copper, Callahan, happy.

Missus Boss say he likes her tea so much,

it gives him a blind eye.

Make me invisible, keep me safe.

l hear for the first time
that thing called Christmas.

Then the rain, it stops.

And that Drover, he go droving.

That Missus Boss,
she always misses Drover.

But l know he's gonna come back.

Yeah!

King George tell me
you got to be looking out,

'cause that croc, he always watching,
he always waiting.

That Fletcher, he the new King now.

Emmett, why didn't you radio?
l'm so glad you're here.

Would you get some tea, Bandy?

Jeez, you done the place up nice.

Oh, l hope you don't mind,
Bandy let me in.

Hey, my father would have been proud.
lt's bloody beautiful.

Jeez, l bet you got all the mod cons.

What do you want?

What l've always wanted. Faraway Downs.

Bandy, call the men!

Bunchemup, Mr. Fletcher needs to be
escorted off the property.

Callahan won't be having
any more cups of tea.

l will, though. Cup of tea, thanks, Bandy.

You know how l like it. Yeah.

lt's all right, Bandy.

You know, these days,
l can pull a few strings.

l can probably bring your creamy in,
if you'd like.

Or, l can talk to Dr. Barker
and get you guardianship.

-l will never sell you my land!
-Your land?

My family worked this property
for three generations.

My father died
making people like you rich.

Faraway Downs belongs to me.

Just like you believe
the little creamy belongs to you.

l'll pay you what it's worth.

You can use the money, go south,
get the little one an education.

l'll go to the highest levels of government.

l'll go to the high court,
beyond this country if l have to.

An unmarried woman,
living with the likes of the Drover?

l will tell your wife he is your son!

That'd be a mistake.

Kimberley spear.

Glass-tipped.

Real collector's items.

Oh!

You're missing one.

Anyway, l was just out here
checking on all the properties.

Might do a little buffalo hunting later.
Yeah.

Oh,

did you hear about the King?

Terrible accident. Yeah.

Very dangerous place out here,

even for locals like the Drover
and the little creamy.

You with me?

Anyway,

you ought to think about it, Lady Ashley.

After all, pride's not power.

The Drover mustn't know.

Drover! lt's the Drover!

Come on, you two! Wake up!

-Come on! Come on, wake up!
-All right, all right.

We got brumbies to break.

Yeah, break him!
Ride that brumby! Ride him! Ride him!

Yay, Drover!

Ride him! Yay! Drover! Drover!

-You a man, Drover?
-l try to be.

Sometimes man got to get away
from woman.

Maybe.

That's why you go droving.

l go droving 'cause that's my job.

lf you don't go droving, you not a man.

All right, boys, that'll do. Bring them
down to the back paddock, will you?

King George tell me l got to go walkabout.

lf l am man, l got to go walkabout.

Learn 'em be a man.

Yeah.

Listen, it's up to Missus Boss
what you do, all right?

Come on inside, boys! lt's time for dinner!

l'm coming! Jedda, come on!

One day,
Captain Dutton came and visit us.

He tell Drover about the big Army drove.

We need the best stockmen possible.
lt may take six months or so.

An overland.

Absolutely not. You just got back.

What's wrong?

l'm just not used to people
making decisions for me, that's all.

l was just expressing an opinion.

Captain Dutton was telling me
about this wonderful School of the Air.

lt's conducted all across the country.

He wants to go walkabout
with King George.

That's ridiculous. He's a little boy.
lt's not safe.

He'd be safer in Arnhem Land
than he would be hanging around here.

-l thought you said...
-You can't change him, Sarah.

l thought you said
it had nothing to do with you.

lt doesn't.

lt's just sooner or later,
you're gonna have to let that boy go.

l don't know what you're talking about.

lf he doesn't go through ceremony,
he'll have no country.

He'll have no story, no dreaming.

Then he'll be all alone.

This big Army drove...

-Let's have dinner, shall we?
-l'm gonna take it.

Would you be a man?

Time to go walkabout, Missus Boss.

You belong here.

No, Missus Boss.

Sarah! l got to go.

Sarah!

Drover!

-He's not down at the billabong!
-Well, then he's gone walkabout.

He wouldn't have just left
without saying goodbye.

Get the pack horse ready.
We're going up to Punctuation Point.

-Sing Song?
-Yes?

-Tinned food. We're going after him.
-Okay, okay.

-You're not listening.
-What?

-Sarah, he's gone walkabout!
-Come on, Drover, he is a child.

Yeah, well, he's not our child!
He's an Aboriginal child!

-He's gone walkabout!
-Bandy!

Look, the next time you see him
will be when he wants to see you.

Besides, he'll be halfway
up to Arnhem Land by now.

-You'll never find him.
-You could find him.

You know that land better than anyone.

-You and Magarri can find him.
-And do what? Huh?

Bring him back here and lock him up?

Yeah, you could start
your own little mission.

You're just trying to be clever because
you don't want to be responsible.

He's not my son!

What did you say?

-l better go.
-Don't leave! Drover, don't.

l understood when you said
you had to be free. l...

l understood that.

But that was between you and me.
But it's different now.

We've got Nullah.

l gotta go.

-l need you to stay.
-l'll be back in six months.

l need you to stay with me,
and if you can't do that, then l...

l would prefer it if you didn't return.

All right.

You're the boss.

Drover...

l can feel them bad spirits coming,
so l chase after that King George.

But that Callahan, he been stopped
drinking Missus Boss's tea.

He lose his blind eye,
and l not invisible anymore.

Jedda!

Mr. Fletcher,
we've apprehended that young'un.

And in the course of our duties,

we arrested the suspected
murderer of Lord Ashley,

King George.

Let me go! Let me go!
Let me go! Let me go!

No! Let me go!

You finally lifted your game, Callahan.
Good on you.

Things are looking up.

...the militarization of Darwin.

Their cattle yards are alive
with military activity,

and the Carney Cattle office,
once that proud icon of Darwin,

is now a military headquarters.

At 6:1 5 a.m. local time,
the United States Pacific Fleet

was attacked at Pearl Harbor, Hawaii,
by the Empire of Japan.

The United States has joined the war.

As the Japanese horde pours southward,

the final evacuation of Darwin
is underway.

Get those boxes cleared on the double!

-Come on.
-This way, boys.

Quickly. Quickly.

Hey, creamy! Creamy!
Doesn't your mummy want you?

-You filthy creamy!
-Come here. Come on.

Come, my child.
Come on! Come on, my child!

Creamy! Hey, creamy!

-Excuse me. Lady Ashley!
-Nullah!

-lt's Lady Ashley.
-Nullah!

Father Benedict, you deal with this!

-Nullah!
-Missus Boss! Missus Boss!

No! This is madness!

Missus Boss,
don't let them take me away!

-l don't want to go!
-Was she hugging a picaninny?

People do the most extraordinary things.

l don't want to go! Missus Boss!

These poor unfortunates
will be safe in God's hands.

These are not unfortunates!
These are children!

These are no different to the children
you are taking south to protect!

-Don't let them take me away! No!
-Nullah! Nullah!

-She's humiliating herself.
-We've got to help her.

-Lady Ashley. Lady Ashley.
-Help me! He's my child.

l understand what you're saying.

You don't have an essential job.
You must evacuate.

Missus Boss, don't let them take me away.

The church has a plan for them.

What, to leave those children behind
while we send ours to safety?

-Control yourself, Catherine.
-How can you all be so heartless?

Now, you be a brave boy for me.
You be brave.

Neil, l want you
to do something about this.

l want you to help Lady Ashley.

Yeah, no, look, l could...
l can probably sort it out.

Why don't you show the ladies to
their cabins and l'll see what l can do?

Come on, ladies, to the upper decks.

l will come and find you,
whatever happens.

Whatever it takes, we'll be together again.
l promise.

l believe you, Missus Boss.

Come along, child. Quickly. Quickly.

Missus Boss.

-l sing you to me.
-You be brave.

-Nullah!
-Come, boy. Come, quickly.

Nullah! lt'll be all right!

l will find you! l will!

Nullah!

l sing you to me, Missus Boss!

And l will hear you, my darling!

There's a radio tower on Mission lsland

directly in the path
of the oncoming Japanese.

lt'll be the first place the Japs hit.

You're monstrous.

l'll have the original contract with
the original offer drawn up and ready.

You get yourself a room at lvan's
and l'll get you a job with Cath at H.Q.

l'll give you a call.

You will do this, Lady Ashley.

After all, pride's not power.

Yeah, pride's not power.

Mission lsland to H.Q.

Mission lsland to H.Q. Visibility good.

All clear. Over and out.

l was on Mission lsland
lock-lock for two whole months.

Missus Boss promised she'd come for me,

so l play my magic song.

But that Drover,
him been gone far, far away,

on that big Army drove.

Him been gone so long,
so far away, maybe he not hear me.

-Leave it off.
-What? No whistling?

Just not that tune.

Not that one, either.

No music?

You must be properly hurting
for Missus Boss.

Shut your damper hole, will you?

Well, l can see why Missus Boss
gave you the boot.

-Wanna know why she gave me the boot?
-Yeah.

'Cause l wouldn't stop Nullah
from going walkabout.

-He went walkabout?
-Yeah.

l tried to explain to her
what that means, but...

-Did you see him go?
-No.

-So he's gone.
-Yeah. l told you, he went walkabout.

But you don't know?

That little fella, he could
have walked into a big hole

or got eaten by a croc,
or what if the cops have got him?

Don't you bloody start.
He's an Aboriginal boy!

Hey. You're just hiding
behind that black fella business

so you don't get hurt!

This isn't about walkabout, is it?

ls it?

You're running.

-l'm not running, mate.
-Yes, you are, brother.

You're scared of getting your heart hurt
like before, when my sister died.

But knowing you, you probably never
told Missus Boss that you loved her, eh?

You got no love in your heart,

you got nothing.

No dreaming, no story,

nothing.

Hey, big mob ofArmy fellas.

Must be diggers, eh?

No, they're not diggers, mate.
They're Yanks.

What the bloody hell are they doing here?

Once you've signed the contract,
l'll get one of the brothers

to take you out to the mission
on the sloop,

and you can be happily reunited
with your little creamy.

No loss of pride, Lady Ashley.

Good morning, lvan!

-You look happy.
-l am.

l get my little boy today.

Oh, and lvan?
We're leaving the Territory tomorrow.

Morning.

-Good! l need the room.
-l'll miss you, too, lvan!

-Cath, l'm sorry l'm late.
-Quick changeover, girls!

-Did you speak to Neil?
-Yes.

l'm seeing him about Nullah after my shift.

-Look, l was just thinking...
-What?

About Nullah.

What?

-Mission lsland H.Q.
-l'm getting a signal from Mission lsland.

An unusually large air formation
bearing down on us.

Suspect. Visibility not...

lf you can't understand the ordnance,
how can you understand the order?

-What's happening?
-lt's incredible.

Hundreds of planes spotted.
l repeat, enemy aircraft over Darwin now.

We're under attack! We're under attack!

Sarah!

Hurry up!

Come on, men, let's move!

Captain, free the prisoners!

Drover! Hey, Drover! Magarri!

Hey!

Goolaj, where's Missus Boss?

She at that Army H.Q! Old Carney place!

Great. Come on!

Drover, l'll see you Faraway Downs!

Oi, you can't go in there, mate!

-Drover!
-Callahan?

-Drover!
-ls she in there?

-Sarah Ashley!
-lt's too late!

She's in there!

Get out of the way, damn you!

Let me in there!

Sarah! Sarah!

-Get him away from here.
-Let me in there!

l'll handle this.

-You get your man out of here right now.
-She's a part of dreaming now.

-Get out of my way.
-Go on, hit me!

-Get out of my...
-Come on. Hit me!

-lt's not gonna bring her back.
-She's in there! Sarah!

Clear the corridor! Come on.

Nobody past this point unless they're
at death's door or already through it.

You got a name?

Ashley. Sarah Ashley.

What did you say?

No!

But right now it's raining.

lt's different now. We've got Nullah.

Here you are.

She deserves a drink like any man.

-Too bloody right.
-Crikey!

Hey, no boongs in here!

You didn't say that, did you?

That's how it is.

Just because it is

doesn't mean it should be.

Serve him a fucking drink!

Come in, brother

What does it matter?

l've got total bloody ruin.

l'm evacuating south, like everybody else.

You're short one glass.

One more glass.

l leave this place
for the looters and the Japs.

Why not the boongs?

l saw her this morning,

before she went to the work.

She was so happy.

She was going to get that...

The little boy and go south.

What about the children
on Mission lsland?

The creamies?

They are left out there.

-They left them out there?
-Safe in the hands of God.

They left them.

They say the island was hit first.
They say no one would have survived.

Yeah.

They say a lot of things.

There's been some mistake.
That's Cath Fletcher.

Oh, God. lt's Cath.

-Oh, God!
-Take her away. Sort her out.

-Oh, my God!
-Sarah. l'm sorry. l'm sorry.

Oh, God! Nullah. l've got to get to Nullah.

-Sarah. The Japs hit the Mission first.
-No. No, l don't believe you!

Sarah... Sarah, look at me!

No one can get out there.

No one.

l need help to get to the island!

Half the Jap navy's out there,
you stupid bastard!

-l have the Lord on my side!
-l don't give a damn who's on your side!

God works in mysterious ways, Brother.
Go, go, go.

-Magarri, secure the boat.
-Thank you, Lord.

-Thank you. Thank you.
-Thank you, Bull.

Sarah, we leave at first light.

-lvan. Check the second dormitory.
-Okay.

Nullah.

Oh...

Come on. lt's all right.

-Where are the... Are there other boys?
-l don't know.

-Are there any other boys?
-l don't know.

Okay.

Drover?

Nullah.

Drover!

l knew you'd come! l sing you to me!

-Magarri!
-Hey, little fella!

Missus Boss come, too?
Where's Missus Boss?

We...

We can't say her name anymore,
little mate.

All right? Hey.

You listen to me. Now, l need your help.

Now, l'm gonna get these fellas
off the island.

Now, you're gonna have to be strong.
Can you do that?

Good boy.

All right. Go get your little mates
down there, all right?

-Come over here. Let's go.
-Come. Come with me. lt's okay.

Now, listen, l'm gonna
get you all off this island, all right?

All right. Boys, we're gonna have to swim.

We have to be quiet.

Like a turtle, okay?

Now l'm going to take you home on a ship.

lt's over there. You see it?

Let's go, boys. Let's go!

Quick, quick, quick.

Come on!

lvan, swim the big boys
down to the sloop.

-Right.
-Use the current

and drift it down
to the end of the wharf. Go!

Come on, boys! Quick! Run! Run!

Quick, quick. Let's go.

Oh, crikey.

Hey.

Take the children and go

-Take this mob walkabout.
-You'll never make it.

Well, you gotta make it!

You got family now.

You got to drive this mob home, Drover.

Good luck, brother.

-Go! Go!
-That's it, that's it. Good boy.

Up the ladder, boys.
Quick, quick, quick, now.

Come on.

Drove 'em home, Drover.

Sergeant, get the men on the trucks!

We're evacuating within 1 5 minutes.

We rendezvous with the main convoy
at 0800 hours in Adelaide.

Start the truck, Sergeant Lapin.

lf anyone is lagging behind,
use whatever force is necessary.

Every single man, Lapin.
And don't take no for an answer.

You won't have to wait for us, Captain!
Move! Come on! Move!

Thanks for coming down, Mr. Fletcher.

lt's my awful duty to inform you

that your wife, Catherine...

My wife is dead?

lt's a funny old world, isn't it?

Generous to a fault.

Did you know that

Lady Ashley insisted
that my wife work her shift

so that she could see some

half-caste kid on the mission?

Now my wife's dead.

Now l've lost everything.

We have to go, Sarah.

Come on! Come on, boys!

They'll be flying in here
and blowing us up any minute!

Get on the bloody trucks!

Sarah, please. We have to go now.

My magic not good.

All that smoke.

But then, he speak to me.

Grandfather.

Come on, love. Don't muck about.

Can you hear that?

The music, can you hear it?

Come on, boys.
There's no need to be frightened.

Let's sing.

-Sarah, please.
-Can't you hear it?

lt's children singing!

Sarah!

-What's going on?
-Just give her another minute.

Missus Boss! Missus Boss!

Missus Boss!

Missus Boss! Missus Boss!

-Nullah!
-Oh, Missus Boss!

l can say your name!

Missus Boss!

l sing you to me
like the first night l see you.

Them Japs nearly got us.
We had to swim 'em.

Some of them little fellas
from the desert can't swim 'em.

But the Drover take 'em
on his back like a turtle.

What did you say? What?

Drover.

You're alive! Oh, God!

Sarah, what's going on?
l can't hold the Sergeant any longer!

Come on!

Oh, my God!
lt's the children from the mission!

The last convoy leaves Darwin
in a matter of minutes!

-Come on, boys! Come on, boys!
-ln the truck. ln the truck with them.

-Come on!
-Let's go. Follow Brother Frank!

Follow Brother Frank.
Follow Brother Frank.

-That's it. That's it.
-Come on, boys! Come on, boys.

-Follow the Brother.
-Yes, yes.

-Come on, boys.
-Quick as you can to the end

of the wharf,
and then straight on the truck.

-Sarah.
-lvan!

Thank you!

Thank you.

l shall prepare your bill.

-Where'd you come from?
-The good Lord has delivered us,

but we could do with a ride, Sergeant.

l'm not Jesus Christ,
but l'll give it my best shot.

-Come on, kids. Move it, boys!
-Come on! On the trucks!

l want a third at the front,
a third at the back.

Come on, leg them up!
They're little fellas. Come on!

And put those little fellas at the front, like.

You cursed me, you little creamy.

You know, when l said that no one
could get out there,

l'd forgotten about you, Drover.

That no matter.
We gonna go back Faraway Downs.

Yes, he's right, you know.
With the water up,

it's the safest place in the north.

These are, after all...

Extraordinary circumstances.

Thank you, Emmett.

l'll see you mob in Faraway Downs!

Here, fellas, make some room
for the kids, will you?

-Hey, can you help me, please?
-ln you go.

Come, come, Captain.

Right-o, that's it, they're all on!

Let's get out of here! Come on, let's go!

Right-o, kids, hold on!

Mr. Fletcher!

Neil!

We got to go.

Go and tell Callahan
there's looters everywhere.

Go and tell Callahan!

l've got the keys to the car upstairs.

Right-o.

Come on, Missus Boss, hurry up!

Nullah!

l got gulapa magic! No one can hurt me!

-Nullah! No!
-No!

No! No!

Nullah!

Nullah, you all right, little mate?
Nullah, please. Please!

Come on.

Yeah, that's it.

No bullet. Me gulapa.

He's your son

and he is my grandson

King George teach me

the rain will fall, the grass grow green,

and life, it begin again.

Let's go home.

There's no place like it.

One thing l know.

Why we tell story
is the most important of all.

That's how you keep them people
belong you always.

Missus Boss, l sing you to me.

Here.

You have been on a journey,
now we are heading home

to my country

to our country

And l will hear you.