All language subtitles for Theyre A Weird Mob - 1966.eng

[narrator] Australians live down under.

Like flies on the ceiling,
they never fall off.

Of course, they see themselves like this,

and this, and this.

They're nation of sportsmen.

They'll have a shot
at anything that moves.

[gunshots]

[bullet ricochets]

[imperceptible]

This they call "Doing your block."

These they call "schooners."

These they call "Sheilas"

or "beaut sorts."

[crowd cheering]

And this…

Mully don't take on too many goats.
Sharp as a tack, Mully.

Couldn't run a drum today.

Put a pony on him. Done it cold.

It's a wonder the stewards
don't have that nag up.

The last time at Randwick
he ran a gutser and falls.

…and this they call English.

They're a weird mob.

♪ It a big, big country ♪

♪ Growing in the sun ♪

♪ Life is sweet and easy ♪

♪ There's room for everyone ♪

♪ You look upon this land ♪

♪ Where life's a summer song ♪

♪ A life you'll understand ♪

[narrator] And you're so bloody wrong.

♪ In this man's country
A man doesn't dream in the sun ♪

♪ There are many manly things
That must be done ♪

♪ A man's gotta prove he's a man ♪

♪ And he can in this land
That is shiny and new ♪

♪ So shorten your shorts
Bare your chest, get a tan ♪

- ♪ Catch a fish ♪
- ♪ Paint a boat ♪

♪ Build a barbeque ♪

♪ A king-size barbeque ♪

♪ Now take some big, big steaks ♪

♪ The antipodean man loves meat ♪

♪ Under big blue skies
With the man-sized flies ♪

♪ While the missus
Shrivels up in the heat ♪

♪ 'Cause it's a man's country
Sweetheart ♪

♪ Marching forward with mighty strides ♪

♪ 'Cause it's a man's country
Sweetheart ♪

♪ From the chain marks on its ankles ♪

♪ Right up to its short back and sides ♪

Culotta.

Sports editor and part proprietor
of a magazine called La Seconda Madre.

- Second mother, you.
- Huh?

I-I mean, your… Your country is our
second mother because it gives us work,

accepts our immigrants.

In Sydney?

Yes, in Sydney.

You see, La Seconda Madre
is a… is a new magazine for Italians

people here in Australia. See.

This is a girl,
is the daughter of La Seconda Madre.

Is Italian girl in Australia.
It's a good magazine.

- It's got sports section and you...
- I've never heard of it.

Here's the letter…

My letter of invitation
that my cousin Leonardo sent me. You see?

It is my contract. Regular contract.

See, my cousin Leonardo is waiting for me.

Address in Sydney?

Uh, he fix for me a room.

I have a room ready in Hampton Court Hotel
until I find a suitable apartment.

Appartamento.

- Fair enough.
- Thank you very much.

Oh, excuse me.
My cousin Leonardo's letter.

He's a country guy.

[chuckles]

Where are you going?

I have a room, sir, here in Sydney,
at Hampton Court Hotel.

My cousin Leonardo fixed it a month ago.

And he has written me
he would be here to wait for me,

but he's just… for hour I'm waiting...

Why don't you go?
You can't wait here all day.

- I know, but my cousin...
- Come along.

Hop in.

- Where to?
- Cross.

♪ 'Cause it's a man's country
Sweetheart ♪

♪ Marching forward with mighty strides ♪

♪ Yes, it's a man's country, sweetheart ♪

♪ From the chain marks on its ankles ♪

♪ Right up to its short back and sides ♪

Three bob.

Oh, please do you mind using me
the courtesy of telling me where now I am?

The Cross. Three Bob.

Yes, thank you, sir,
but I… I wish to know where I am now.

Kings bloody Cross!

Thank you, but I wish to go
to the Hampton Court Hotel,

and I'm not deaf in my ears.

But you must be blind in the eyes, mate.
What do you think that is?

When was the reservation made?

More than six weeks ago
by Mr. Leonardo Culotta, my cousin.

The publisher of
La Seconda Madre magazine? You know?

Well, I can't find it on our records,
and we are full, I'm afraid.

- It's the test.
- Test?

- Just arrived, sir?
- Yes.

And I missed my cousin at the quay…

the king… [stammers]
the key… the ship, uh…

Culotta.

Mm.

[both speaking indistinctly]

- One here?
- If you like.

We could you could give you a room, sir,
just for one night.

- It's the test, you see.
- Test?

I… I have to pass a test to have a room?

- I got my vaccination.
- Test match.

- Cricket?
- Oh, cricket.

- [mimics crickets chirping]
- No. Uh, no, sir.

- Cricket.
- England versus Australia.

Sydney's full.

- Shall we show him?
- You bowl, I'll bat. I'm better at that.

409 please.

Oh, I understand.

- Is… is your national sport.
- One of them.

- Will you take the room, sir?
- Yes.

If my cousin Leonardo is looking for me,
he will ask here in this hotel.

Tea's on!

Uh, excuse me, gentleman.

[men speaking in the background]

What's the matter, mate? You want a cuppa?

Eh, come on, you blokes. Tea's on.

- Excuse me, sir. What is happening here?
- You talking to me?

I'm looking for Mr. Leonardo Culotta,
the publisher.

I'm his cousin Nino,
and I'm part proprietor of this magazine.

Hey, Sid. Come here, Sid.

This bloke reckons he's part owner
of the rag.

[Nino] What is "bloke,"
and what means the "rag"?

- The owner?
- Yes.

- Prove it.
- Oh, I can… Oh, here.

In this book, here, you see,
football, Inter Malan.

Here my name. I wrote it.

I'm sport editor,
and part proprietor of the magazine.

How long you been in Sydney?

Arrived this morning
with the Italian ship Galileo Galilei

and then tried to contact
my cousin Leonardo…

Hello, Berryl. Sid. Is the boss there?

There's a bloke that's here
says he's the owner.

- No, part-owner.
- Uh, part-owner. Yeah.

Yeah, an Itie. Just got in via boat.

And looking for the other one.

I reckon if we can't catch
the original owner,

a part owner's better than nothing.

All right, Barrel. We'll hold him.

The boss will be down in a jiff.

You're Mr. Culotta?

I am pleased to meet you.

Another Culotta.
And you're a partner in this crook outfit?

What is "crook," please?

This is crook. To start a weekly without
having the slightest idea how, is crook.

Leaving the country
without saying a word to anyone is crook.

My cousin left the country? Why?

- [laughing]
- What's so funny?

I want to talk to you.

Now then, my name's...

Oh, thanks, mate.

Herman, what's the last figure
on the Culotta account?

And all the unpaid rent?

So the total is £792, 13 and 6.

Thanks. And as well as that £792,
13 and sixpence,

I personally lent your cousin £232.

Miss Kelly, I have no knowledge of this.

I haven't used any of this money
for personal purposes,

and I… I haven't brought
any money with me.

How did you get here?

I walked.

- From Italy?
- Yes.

Oh, no. From the hotel.
The Hampton Court until this office.

You want me to believe that you stay there

and you have no more
than about £26 in Italian money?

Please, Miss Kelly. Really.
I have only 30,000 Italian lira,

and I'm going to move right away
from the hotel.

I come by ship from Naples to Sydney.

And I… I swear I didn't know
that my cousin Leonardo

had borrowed some money from a lady.

How much did your fare cost?

Uh, 322,000 Italian lira.

That makes about, uh, 200…

£232.

And who paid for your ticket?

My cousin Leonardo.

But this is customary that when you
engage somebody, you pay his fare,

and I think it's the same customary here
in Australia.

It is not customary to borrow it.

Not in Australia,
and certainly not from me anyway.

Oh, sorry.

- I did not know.
- You know now. Well…

Put me through to Tim.

Tell him it's about Culotta
and ejecting the magazine people.

I've got Culotta here.

No, no, not Leo Culotta. It's…
What's your name?

- Nino.
- Nino?

Yes, I'm baptized Giovanni.

Like English John.

Well, Giovanino is like Johnny,
and Nino is the shorter way to say...

Giovanni. G-I-O-V-A-N-I.

- No, double N.
- Double N-I. Got that?

I'll be in touch with him later.

Goodbye, Mr. Giovanni Culotta.

[emphasizing] Giovanni.
Giovanni Culotta. Oh.

Uh, Miss Kay,
I will pay you back for my ticket.

I get another employment
in another newspaper.

With your English?

What is wrong with my English?

You'll find out.

I have been a newspaperman all my life.

And I can't start to learn
a new career now.

Mr. Culotta,
when my father arrived in Australia,

he took the first job offered to him.
Bricklaying.

Now he's one of the three
leading builders in Sydney.

You know what he was before?
Sergeant in the Royal Irish Constabulary.

- And his father was a sergeant, too.
- And so is his daughter.

You are impertinent.

[chuckles]

[man] Hey!

You want to stick around, mate?
She might put you on the payroll.

Thank you, Sid.

- Ciao.
- Ciao.

[indistinct chatter]

What'll it be?

If you please, I wish to drink some beer.

A schooner or a middy?

Um…

If… if you please,
I wish to drink some beer.

[louder] A schooner or a middy?

How long you been in Australia, mate?

Oh, I just arrived today, sir.

Ah, that explains it.

These big glasses called schooners
and the small one are middies.

Oh! Thank you.

Schooner or middy?

Uh, I wish to have a middy.

Have one with me.

- Thank you. I...
- Two schooners, thanks, Jean.

I would be extremely delighted
to accept your kind invitation.

- Where do you come from?
- I am an Italian.

Are ya? Big bloke like you?
You don't look it.

Uh… please, what means this "big bloke"?

Ah, well, everyone's a bloke.

You're a bloke, I'm a bloke.
We're all blokes. Cheers.

Uh, cheers.

Mm.

Tasted Australian beer before?

- No. This the first time.
- Best beer in the world.

- Mm.
- Puts a gut on you, though.

What do you do for a crust?

I'm sorry, sir,
but I didn't understand you.

How do you earn your living?

- Oh, I'm a writer.
- In Italian?

- Yes, in Italian.
- Well, your turn.

Pleased, what… what means "my turn"?

Your turn to shout.

Why… why I should shout?

Because I shouted you.

[loudly] Sorry,
I didn't hear you shout me.

Well, when a bloke buys you a beer,
it's called a "shout," see.

I shouted you,
now it's your turn to shout for me.

Oh.

I'm sorry, but I think I do not wish
to drink another beer.

Now, listen, in this country,
if you want to keep out of trouble,

you always return a shout, see?

Oh, is it a custom?

Bloody oath, it's the custom. Your shout!

All right. But excuse me, sir,
it would be offensive

for your, uh, susceptibility
if I buy a drink for you

and I don't buy another drink for me?

That's the worst insult
you can give a man.

- Jean...
- I wish to shout.

Mm.

What do you do for your crust?

Me? I do shipwork down the…

Hey, did you hear what he said?

- Cheers.
- Cheers.

Oh, just... just a minute. Uh…

Excuse me.

Could you tell me how to get to TCN,
Channel Nine and Willoughby from here?

- Oh, I beg your pardon. Um, Channel, uh…
- Channel… Channel Nine.

Uh…

Hey. You're Graham Kennedy, aren't you?

Yes.

Keep going that way another 2,000 miles,
you'll wind up in Cape York.

Good place for you.

- Uh, are you a Sydneyite?
- Yeah.

I thought so. You're a weird mob up here.

You don't appreciate art.

Bloody weird mob in Melbourne
if they keep watching you on TV.

[paperboy yelling
paper names indistinctly]

Excuse me. Do you have a paper
in which work is advertised?

- Herald's the rag.
- Thank you.

Hey! Bits sunburned, sport.

Right size, wrong color.

- Beg your pardon, but I...
- Skip it.

[continues yelling
paper names indistinctly]

Uh…

These letters and figures,
are they a telephone number?

Ain't a cricket score.

Please, is this a telephone number?

- Yeah, what else could it be?
- Oh, thank you.

And this, "after five." What it means?

- Mean's ring 'em after five o'clock.
- Oh, thank you.

Yeah, you a builder's laborer?

No, I'm not, but I can try to be.

You know, it's written here
"experience not necessary."

You're not right in the scone.

- But what it means…
- Ah, look, sport, get lost, will ya?

[continues yelling
paper names indistinctly]

You're through, Mr. Culotta.

- Go ahead, please.
- Good evening.

[woman] Do you want to speak to Joe?

Is it Joe who advertises
for a builder's laborer?

Ah, yes. Just a minute. Joe.

[Joe] Hello. You ringing that job?

[Nino] Yes, please.

- You Australian, are you?
- I'm Italian, Mr. Joe.

[Joe] Don't make
no difference to me, mate.

Long as you can do the job.

[Nino] Uh, I have not the experience, sir,
but I am big and strong.

[Joe] You'll wanna be, mate.
It's hard yakka, digging foundations.

Where you livin'?

I'm staying at the Hampton Court Hotel
in King's bloody Cross.

Oh, you'll want to get out of there, mate.
You'll go broke staying there.

- How long you been there?
- [phone rings]

[Nino] I arrived from Italy today.

[Joe] You don't waste any time, do you?
How are you for togs?

- [Nino] Uh, I do not understand.
- Workin' togs.

[Nino] I beg your pardon, Mr. Joe?

Working clothes.

[Nino] Oh, oh, thank you.
Thank you very much.

[Joe] Okay. I'll give you a go, mate.

[Nino] I don't understand.

- You've got the job, mate.
- [Joe] Be here about 7:00 in the morning.

[Nino] Where do I have to come, please?

[Joe] Punchbowl. Oh, Punchbowl.

[Nino] And where is that please?

You have to get into the train
at the Town Hall.

[Joe] That's right, mate.
When you get to the station, turn right.

Oh, you wouldn't know how to nut it out.

Look, why don't you just
meet him at the station

and latch onto him yourself?

[Joe] Okay, mate, I'll meet ya.
Be at Punchbowl Station by 7:00,

and I'll be there with a truck.

[singing in Italian]

You Nino?

Yes, I'm Nino. I was…

- Oh, uh, you, Mr. Joe?
- Cut the mister, matey.

How you going, mate? All right?

Uh, yes. I'm very delighted to meet you.

Okay, let's get cracking,
the truck's over here.

Well, this is it.

- Where you been?
- I had to pick up your new mate, mate.

How you goin', mate? All right?

Yeah, mate. How you going? All right?

All right, mate. Nino, this is Pat.

Pat. Nino.

- Pleased to meet you.
- How do you do?

All right, mate.

I gotta go and see about that metal
and stuff and tee up the mixer.

How long do you reckon, Pat?

- A couple of days?
- Are you're gonna help?

No, matey,
I gotta finish up that other job.

Three days.

All right, We'll, uh, pour on Wednesday.
Okay?

- Okay, mate.
- Come and get the gear out of the truck.

Where are your togs, Nino?

I had no time to buy working togs.

I can take off my jacket.

Oh, that might be an idea.
What do you reckon, Pat?

No, no.

We can't have him taking off his coat.

Nor his tie either.

The neighbors will think
we're a lot of common workmen.

Could he take off his hat?

Yeah.

Yeah, he could take off his hat.

Look, matey, I gotta go.

See if there's some old togs
in that bag of Dennis' in the shed.

And give him a go, mate.
He hasn't done it before.

Why didn't you bring me Prince Philip?

I tried to, mate,
but she wouldn't let him be in it.

[groans] We change over here.

I will remember.

- I'll bring my working togs next time.
- If you're still here.

You look a bit la-di-da to me
for this kind of game.

- Where do you come from?
- Italy.

You don't look like an Itie to me.

- More like a Gerry.
- What is a Gerry, please?

A Hun, a German.

Or something goes under a bed.

Ities are not much better.

Do you know Italians?

Oh, I do. I was a prisoner of war there.

Oh, you've been captured
by our soldiers in North Africa?

Because my father was captain
in North Africa.

Captured by your lot?
Don't give me the tomtit.

You Ities couldn't catch
a bloody grasshopper.

No, Gerries got me, mate.
Coming out of Greece.

- Sunk the destroyer I was on.
- Oh.

Is your old man still kicking?

I beg your pardon?

Your old man, your padre. Is he morto yet?

- Oh, no, no. [speaks Italian]
- Oh, no, no, no.

- Don't speak your lingo, mate.
- Oh.

Just picked up enough.

Like… [speaks Italian]

[repeats in Italian]

Learned it from a sheila.

- What is a sheila, please?
- A sheila. A bint.

A regatta.

Oh!

Not bad, sheilas in your country,
I'll say that for you.

Got any at your place?

Uh, no.

No sister in my family.

Oh, I have only eight brothers.

You call that only?

Put this on. The sun's gonna be a barby.

How do I look?

I don't give a bugger how you look.
Come on!

What'll you have first?
Mattock or the shovel?

I will do whatever you say.

Uh…

I'll start digging.

You come behind me and shovel it out.

[spits]

[spits]

[dramatic music playing]

[panting]

[panting]

Roll yourself a smoke, matey.

I'm sorry, but…

I can't make cigarettes.

[groans] Smoke tailor-mades, do ya?

Ah!

Oh!

[breathing heavily]

Bloke next door's a Chinaman.

Oh, a Chinese man.

Yeah.

He doesn't like dirt in his backyard.

- Oh, does he not?
- No.

So don't chuck it so bloody far.

Oh, very good.

Save your strength.

No need chucking dirt all over the block.

Pile it up near the trench.

How about having a go on the mattock?

- You wish me to dig?
- Mm-hmm.

I wish you to dig.

Can, uh…

Can I start here?

No, no, no. You start way down there.
You always dig uphill.

[sighs wearily]

Oh!

Up the hill?

Up the hill.

[sighs]

[drum roll]

[dramatic music playing]

[clinking]

[breathing heavily]

[Pat] All right, matey, that's enough.

Come and have a cuppa.

You haven't shoveled the soil.
[breathing heavily]

Plenty of time, mate.

Take milk and sugar?

Please.

But I think you should have
shoveled the soil.

It'll keep. Here, get this into you.

- Have another.
- Ah!

Yes, thank you.

Know what I reckon?

No, what do you reckon?

I reckon you'll conk out about lunchtime.

Bust a gut.

By lunchtime, you'll have had it.

- Am I not good?
- Wouldn't say that, matey.

You wanna take it easy. You're too fast.

I'm too fast?

Yeah, take it easy.

No sense in busting yourself.

Come on, I'll get that lot out

and you can take the shovel
till lunchtime.

I can take the mattock.

I know.

You take the shovel.

[car approaching]

[Joe] What about a drink?

[Pat] A brilliant piece of thinking, mate.
I'm as dry as a dehydrated potato.

One day, I'll buy one of them things
and I won't need you moody bastards.

Cost you more than us, mate,
and it won't go and have a beer with you.

It'll drink your oil and petrol
till you go bankrupt.

One of Harry Kelly's gimmicks.

Putting up that bloody big building
at Bankstown.

[Nino] "Kelly & Partners."

Partners!

How'd you be with your missus
and daughter as partners, eh?

They have their office
in Kings bloody Cross.

How do you bloody know?

'Cause he bloody lives there.

Hey. Wait till you see
old Harry's daughter.

- Keep your mind on the driving.
- [tires screeching]

[indistinct chatter]

[commentator speaking on TV]

- G'day, Den.
- Oh, God. Yeah.

Meet the new kid. Nino, this is Dennis.

Hello.

Me brother, Jimmy.
He's getting married on Saturday.

Pleased to meet you.

[Joe] He's an Itie.

[Pat] He's all right, though.
No slingin' off.

Come over to me corner.

My shout.
I know what these bastards drink.

What will you have, Nino?

I reckon could knock over a schooner.

Hey, why don't we chase up
a couple of sheilas?

I know a few. Their old man owns a pub.

[Dennis] Guilty.

I must find a room.

I must go away
from the Hampton Court Hotel.

Hey.

What's the matter with this one?

Nothing.

[man] Hey, Jimmy,
are you coming over to the pub?

[indistinct chatter]

We'll chase up a couple of sheilas.

Did you get a room, mate?

They are full.

So are you, you mug!

[imperceptible]

- Nino, Nino!
- Where's Nino?

Come on, mate. [whistles]

That's it. Come on. Don't go!

Get back!

Watch his feet!

[honking]

- No!
- [tires screeching]

[car honks]

- Watch out, Nino.
- Hang on, Nino.

What a beauty, Den.

Come on, mate.

[speaking indistinctly]

Hey!

[woman] Oh, I missed the last ferry.
I had to wait 20 minutes.

- [man] You always do.
- [woman] Oh.

[playful music playing]

[door opens]

[door closes]

[sighs in relief]

[sighs]

- [woman] Hello?
- Hello.

[clears throat] May I please
speak with Miss Kelly?

This is her mother.

She's gone to Bondi Beach.

Oh, the beach.

Very good. It is a very hot day today.

Can I give her a message?

No, thank you.

Um, perhaps I go myself
to this Bondi Beach

and I'll… I'll try to find her.

Excuse me for the trouble.

If you find Kay, tell her that her lawyer
phoned about that sports editor.

- Thank you.
- Goodbye.

♪ It's a big, big country ♪

♪ Room to run and play ♪

♪ Gleaming golden beaches ♪

♪ Sun-kissed silver spray ♪

♪ A peace you've never known ♪

♪ That shining moment ♪

♪ When a man can be alone ♪

[narrator] Wrong-a-bloody again.

[whistle blowing]

[lifeguard] Hey, you! Between the flags!

[whistle blowing]

[whistle continues blowing]

[Nino] Hey!

Who the bloody hell
do you think you're waving at?

You waved at me, I wave at you.

- Get over between the flags.
- Which flags?

- Get over there with the crowd.
- I don't like crowd.

New Australians. You're in a rip here.

Do you want to finish up
in Lord Howe Island?

Where is this Lord Howe Island?

[screams]

Suppose I'll haul you in
for your own protection, you silly mutt.

- What is a mutt, please?
- Look in the mirror some day.

Come on, grab hold of the line.

[Nino yells]

I do not wish to play game.

You want me to use force?

If you attempt to use force with me,
I'll be forced to bump you on your head.

- Come on.
- Hey!

Hey, let… Let me go!

Ow, ow!

[lifeguard] Give us a hand
with this drongo.

[Nino] Uh… [coughs]

- Let me go!
- Take you up for the enclosure.

[crowd laughing]

Let… Let me go! Let me go!

Put me down. I… I fight you all!

We'll see about that.

[crowd continues laughing]

Please, put me down.

Put me down!

Let… Let me… Let me go.

Please. Please, put me down.

Right, dump him.

[grunts]

I am most undignified.

Is he all right, Tony?

You've been in a rip.
You know how dangerous those rips are?

Oh, I'm sorry.

Uh, I did not know.

Well, just stay between the flags
in the future. Everything clear now?

Yes.

Everything clear now.

Good. And tell your
new Australian mates, will you?

They're a bloody nuisance.

I have no new Australian mates.

I've been only two days in Sydney.

- Okay, see you around.
- See you around.

Hello, Miss Kelly.
I've been looking for you

On Lord Howe Island?

Uh, Miss Kay, I wish to ask a favor.

Uh, could you give me the permission
to sleep in my cousin's office

until I find for myself a room?

No.

- Come on, Dixie.
- Oh, excuse me a moment.

I have something for you.

That a-way.

Miss Kelly, I have something for you.

If you don't stop annoying me, I'll…
I'll call the beach inspector.

I'm sorry, Miss Kelly, beg your pardon.

But you must take it. This is yours.

Uh, Ms. Kelly,
I came here just to give you this

because this belongs to you.

[Kay screams]

Go away.

I can't go away if you don't take this.

If I take it, will you go away?

I go.

Nino!

Yes?

No, go!

[Nino] My first down payment
of 30 shillings.

I have a job.

Next Saturday, I pay down more.

Yours fatefully, Nino Culotta.

Are you ready, Kay?

Not quite.

P.S.

There is 10 shillings for the room.

[seagull squawks]

[woman 1 speaking Italian]

[man speaking Italian]

[woman 2 speaking Italian]

[woman 1 speaking Italian]

[speaking Italian]

[woman 2 speaking Italian]

[woman 1 speaking Italian]

[speaking Italian]

Ah, why don't you go back
to your own bloody country?

Bloody dagos.

They come out of here,

take your job, think you own the joint.

Why don't you go back
to your own bloody country?

Saturday night drunk.

Trouble with this bloody country,
it's full of dagos.

Don't wanna speak English.

That's all they do,
yabber, yabber, yabber.

Why do they allow these people
on public transport? Come along.

What are you talking about? Nobody knows.

Dago spies, the whole bloody lot of you.

Mussolini!

Casa royal! [laughs]

The mafia! [laughs]

The Vatican City!

It's full of Commos.

Bloody joint was never any good anyway.

Ah, there you are, son.
I thought you'd left us.

Give us a light for me pipe, mate.

Get off the bloody ferry.

It's our ferry, not your ferry.

The whole lot of you.

[speaking Italian]

[bell dinging]

Give us a light for me pipe, mate.

[speaking French]

No.

[speaking German]

No.

[in English] Uh, return
my matches, please.

Thank you.

A man doesn't know who's what.
Now he speaks English.

A man's country's not his own anymore.

I fought for this country, didn't I?

Now we gotta to fight to keep it.

Who's left to fight? Only me.

All the whole bloody country and only me.

Well, I'll fight 'em on me Pat Malone.

And I'll start with this mob over here.

Chuck 'em in the drink.

I said chuck 'em in the drink.

- [screams]
- [waves splashing]

[deckhand] Drunk overboard.

[ship's horn honks]

[indistinct chatter]

You again?

Are you drunk this time?

No, I'm not drunk.

He's drunk.

A friend of yours, is he?

No, I don't know him.

He was in the ferry,
then he was in the water.

Should've left him there.

Where are you going?

Uh, I have to go in Kings bloody Cross.

- Where?
- Kings, uh…

Kings bloody Cross!

Are you fair dinkum?

No, I'm Italian.

Who told you that was its name?

A taxi driver.

[drunk] Let me go.

Dirty coppers.

Bloody spies.

[crowd laughs]

Give us a light for me pipe, mate.

Look, just keep the "bloody" out of it.

That's a swear word in this country.
The name's Kings Cross.

Oh, I understand. Thank you.

Keep out of trouble.

You reckon you can handle the metal, Nino?

I think so, but…

where's the metal?

[Joe] You're standing in it.

Bloody blue metal.

These little stones?

She's a bastard on a hot day.

No, Nino, not like that.
Matey, you don't walk to the mixer.

You'll wear yourself out! Chuck it in.

Bung it straight into the drum.

- Hey, break it down.
- [laughs]

Do you want us
to move the mixer over, mate?

Mm, no.

That's the ticket. Now bung in four more.

[Nino] Okay.

[Joe] I'll show you how to work the lever.

You pull her out like this,
then let her swing down.

But hold her.

Not a bad mix, bit bony.

Then you swing her back again.

Okay?

Okay, Joe, I'll try.

Can't ask more than that, mate.

[dramatic music playing]

- Point her up, mate.
- Oh.

Where… Where do you want her?

[Joe] Well, I don't want it
in me bloody hat.

Right!

[Joe] Good on you, Den.

- Right.
- Right.

[grunting]

- Right?
- Right.

- [Jimmy] Right?
- Right.

Get out, you lady driver!

[Joe] Right.

Right.

Right.

Right.

[Nino groans]

Right.

[indistinct shouting]

How you going, Nino?

All right, mate?

All right, mate.

- Oh, yes! Yes!
- Hey!

Ah!

Never polish those boots, Nino.
Grease the bastards.

Mutton fat's the best. Keeps them soft.

You're rubbing it into your head
every night, Joe?

- What would I wanna do that for?
- Something's keeping it soft.

[all laughing]

How you going, Nino? All right?

All right, mate.

Jimmy's moving into his own house.
Getting married.

Gonna leave his room empty at our place.
How'd you like to move in?

It's very kind of you, Joe.
But it would be all right with Mrs. Joe?

Oh, Edie can use the extra dough.
Four quid a week.

And she'll cut your lunch
like she does now for Jimmy. Okay?

Okay. Thank you, Joe.

Let go!

[all shouting]

Good morning, Mrs. Chapman.

Good morning. What you're doing
in the office Saturday morning?

It's about your money, Mrs. Chapman.

Ah, you shouldn't have
come in just for that.

You've forgotten it before.

Your money hasn't been forgotten,
Mrs. Chapman.

Wasn't under the novelty this morning.

Quite right, it wasn't.

I checked your time sheet last night.
You're overcharging the firm.

Me? That'll be the day.

What's this?

Oh, that?

That's the bloke downstairs.

The what?

Sports editor, you know.

But he said this morning
he was moving out again.

Up in the front, mate. Let's get cracking.

All right, mate.

Still here?

Aren't you going to pay me for last week?

Of course.

Here.

The money for downstairs,
you'll get next Saturday.

And you don't have to clean there anymore.

All right.

He gave me a letter.
I put it on the table.

Oo-roo.

[Nino] £5. Down payment.
Yours faithfully, Nino Culotta.

Three pounds, ten shillings
for sleeping in your place seven nights.

- Kennedy?
- Yeah.

Where do you want 'em?

Oh, they'll do there, matey.

Take it easy, take it easy!

Those textures will chip
if you look at 'em.

- All right, I won't look at them.
- Whoa! Stop!

Nino, give us a hand, will ya?

- Thanks, I'm in a hurry.
- [grunts]

No, Nino, not that way. Textures up.

- Like this, see?
- Oh, I understand.

- Thank you.
- All right.

New Australian.

[Dennis] Yeah.

Reckon he'll ever learn?

He'll learn a bloody sight faster
than you will, you dill.

What do you mean?

Well, you can't handle textures,
you shouldn't be carting them.

You'll break half the bastards.

What do you want me to do,
handle them two at a time?

Like they was eggs,
like your lame-brain mate.

Listen, you say one more word
about my lame brain mate

and I'm gonna grind this
right into your dial.

All right, all right.
No need to get shirty.

Just lay off, understand?

- Yeah, yeah, all right.
- Right.

Ta.

It's the heat. Gets them all like that.

[truck pulls away]

Dennis, it was not necessary.

The fighting.

I was not insulted.

When I'm insulted, I fight for myself.

I know that, mate.

[laughing]

Did you cop his face?

[both laughing]

That's good, very good.

You know, Nino,

you're all right to work with.

I am?

Yes, you am.

- Now listen, Sam. What's...
- The owners are here, Harry.

Where?

By the mix watching the mix we're pouring.

They're paying for it.

You hope.

- Coming Kay?
- [Kay] In a minute, Dad.

- Any complaints, Sam?
- Ah, the usual.

- Are we on schedule?
- More or less.

Kay, got some cash for you.

What cash?

What that bloke says he owes you.

Oh, no. You shouldn't have taken it, Sam.

We're getting eviction order on Monday.

How was I to know?

He was with Joe.

- Know where I can find him?
- Who, Joe?

- That Itie?
- That Itie.

I think he's with Joe.

Over there.

Excuse us.

- Sorry.
- Dixie-do.

Right here, eh?

All right?

[Dixie sighs]

- He's a brickie now, did I tell you?
- You did.

If I could return his money before Monday.

Orin's at the lower court on Monday.

Is that what you dragged me here for?

Mm-hmm.

You're crazy.

Am I?

[woman speaking Italian]

How did you know?

Italians are wolves. He's Italian.

[speaking Italian]

[speaking Italian]

He is a wolf.

Let's go.

What about his money?

I'll ask Orin to send it
by special messenger.

I thought you didn't have the address.

I can get it from Sam the foreman.

Come on.

[in English] Excuse me.

Um…

Miss Kelly is gone?

She's returning?

No?

I wish to speak with her.

Why don't you come back tomorrow?

It's Sunday.

Same place, same time.

- Thank you, Miss, um…
- Dixie…

Miss Dixie.

But I have an engagement on Sunday.

Jimmy?

- Yo, Jimmy?
- Jimmy?

[indistinct chatter]

[chatter continues]

[wondrous music playing]

[Joe] Grab Jimmy.

We're bloody fools, getting up
on a Sunday to help him.

[Dennis] We need to have
our heads examined.

[Joe] Come on, Jimmy. Get out of bed.
The workers are here.

Come and get it.

Good morning, everyone.

- Is she Betty?
- Yeah.

She got him?

What do you take Jimmy for?

Sit down and get stuck into it.

Okay, Nino?

Hey, what are these for, love?

- Watch him.
- Him?

He eats cake with a fork?

Jimmy, what's the work
you want me to do for you?

Cut the bloody mulga.

What's the mulga, Joe?

What's mulga?

That's bloody mulga.

Thank you for coming to help, Nino,
giving up your Sunday.

It's a great pleasure for me, Betty.

Pleasure, me foot.

He knows we'll give him a hand to build
a house in his bloody Itie country.

[all laughing]

[Joe] Hey! Cop the sheila in the dress!

[indistinct shouting]

Hey, what about
a game of darts tonight, Nino?

Reckon this time of day,
it'll be choked, mate.

Hey!

Hello, Edie. How about tea?

Thank you, Nino.

- Invite us to your divorce, mate.
- Beauty!

[both laughing]

Anything wrong, mate?

You remember that money
that my cousin Leonardo owes the Kellys?

Yeah.

First, she threatens me with her lawyer.

Now, her lawyer sends me back
everything I've paid her.

Good on him.

Do we get tea tonight, Edie.

[Edie] Who cares?

- "George O'Riordan, Son..."
- "O'Riordan."

"George O'Riordan, Son & Irving.
Solicitors.

Mr. Giovanni…" With one "N" again.

[emphasizing] Giovanni! "…Culotta.
Care of Joe Kennedy.

Dear Mr. Culotta,
Kennedy and Partners V. You.

We are instructed that our client
has received from you

certain sums of money
that are not accepted

in respect of the advantage...
Ejec-ejectment proceedings."

Here.

"Ejectment proceedings.

Accordingly, we return the same herewith,

and inform you that any subsequent amounts

will be accepted by our client
only upon the basis

that they are without prejudice
to our client's rights

under the notice to quit,
already served upon you.

Yours faithfully,
George O'Riordan, Son & Irving."

O'Riordan.

Drink up, mate.

[thunder rumbles]

No cutting the grass today, love.

Should have cut it last weekend.

[Joe groans]

Nino.

Yes, Joe?

You all right, mate?

All right, Joe.

[thunder rumbling]

[sighs]

Nino, for goodness sake, sit down.

I keep smudging my nails.

Joe.

Hmm?

I think I'm going to get married.

Good on you, mate.

Nino, I had no idea. Who is she?

Dark horse, the old Nino.

I don't know.

I haven't seen her for some time.

Oh. I thought you meant soon.

It will be soon.

Perhaps.

- Would you like some cheese?
- Yes, please.

Look, the matted dress.

That's the girl, the one
that was with Nino Culotta on the beach.

Don't you remember?

Do you ever hear of him?

No. I heard of Leonardo.

Oh, that's not her. She was shorter.

She's wearing high heels.

Leonardo's in Canada.

It's definitely not her.

What's he doing in Canada?

I wouldn't know. Sent his letter
straight on to my lawyer. Unopened.

Well, did he open them?

There were some postdated checks
to pay off his debt.

- You see?
- They've bounced.

Nino.

[speaking Italian]

[speaking Italian]

There's proof for you.

Oh.

Her father must have a shotgun.

Don't look now.

[in English] Excuse me,
but you can't eat spaghetti with a spoon.

Miss Dixie, Miss Kay. May I sit?

We're going in a minute.

Nino.

[speaking Italian]

Is he going to be best man?

No, I'm going to be best man.

[Dixie] Aren't you sorry?

Yes. I am sorry. I was a little too late.

What a shame.

Are you gonna stay
in Australia for good, Nino?

I have not made up my mind.
Perhaps I might.

But I… I'd like to learn something more
about bricks and building houses.

Kay could give you lessons in that.

[Nino exclaims]

Thank you.

Thank you, but I have good teachers.

Whatever is
the chosen profession of a man,

experience gained on other fields
can always be useful.

So said Leonardo.

Doesn't sound like him.

No, not Leonardo Culotta.

It was Leonardo da Vinci who said that.

[car horn honking]

That must be Charlie. He can't park.

[honking continues]

What has poor Leonardo done to you?

"Poor Leonardo" is a con-man.

It is Charlie. He's getting frantic.

[Kay] I'll pay the bill.
See you downstairs.

Why don't you come with us? Bowling.

I'm sorry, but I don't think
that Charlie would like it.

[Kay] Would you bring me the bill, please?

[Nino] Uh…

why you you say Leonardo is, um…
what you said.

He said he was getting part
of the money from his uncle

after his uncle had turned him down.

How did you find out?

I found the letter.

How could you understand it?
It was in Italian.

My solicitor had it translated.

Mm, somebody else's private letter?

I'm a member of my father's firm.

I'm expected to look after
the firm's interest.

You made him run away.

You kill the magazine.

Hmm. You're a woman,
but you're not womanly.

You are manly.

You're very correct in your business,

but I think you've never been late
for a business conference

because you have been to it coiffeur.

My father would like that, wouldn't he?

The other men would.

- Perhaps in Italy.
- Not perhaps, certainly.

Excuse me a moment.

You know that my cousin Leonardo
is starting a new magazine in Canada?

Who's he conning this time?

Just a minute.

He got the money from his uncle.

He writes he's paying back
all his debts to you.

Shh!

How many uncles you think Leonardo has?

Five.

You read the letter of one.

I have three uncles.

One says no, the other says yes.

My son will have eight uncles.

[speaking Italian]

Don't be silly.

I'm not silly.

I have eight brothers,
that makes eight uncles.

And not only in Italy, in Australia, too.

They're not far away.

They'll be back in a minute.

You know, Leonardo, for me,
is a… is a guardian angel.

Without him, I… I wouldn't be here.

Are you coming next Friday?

Ernesto is giving a party for them.

For the chef and his fiancée.

I thought he had invited you.

Aren't you the landlord for Ernesto?

Sorry.

Oh.

I invite you. Hmm?

[horn honking]

Sorry. Our crowd has
a standing date on Fridays

Oh.

- Goodbye, now.
- Goodbye.

Ciao.

[music playing]

Hey, Nino. You still looking for Kay?

Yes, I have walked all around the island,
but she's not here.

A woman is just a woman,
but a good sirloin is a steak. Rare.

Thank you, Chic. I'll wait.

She's never been as late as this.
I don't know what's keeping her.

She never misses Fridays.

There is some business matter
I have to talk to her.

- This is no time to talk about business.
- I know, but it's getting late.

And I think I'll go.

Uh...

- I have to go.
- Go?

- [man laughing]
- [woman screams]

David, please.

Hi, Nino. [screams]

[laughs]

- What are you doing with my girl?
- We've come to challenge the champ.

Okay, Nino?

Okay.

[laughing]

What game are you playing, Nino?

- Soccer.
- Ah, soccer's a lousy game.

Only dills play soccer.

What is a dill?

Italians are dills.

I'm rapidly approaching the stage
where I've had you.

So pull in your skull…

- [girl grunting]
- While…

While it's still stuck to your neck.

Oh, no, you two, kiss and make up.

[man] Hey, Dixie.

Ah.

Are you looking for a thick ear?

[Nino] You didn't last two minutes.

They would have to call the fire brigade
to come and shift you.

And besides,

it is not gentlemanly
to fight in front of a lady.

That's easily fix. Over here.

- Hey, Charlie.
- Dixie, telephone.

Lay off her, Nino.

I mean Kay, not Dixie.

You're wasting your time.

She doesn't know
whether she's coming or going.

Her father brought her up that way.

She cares for nothing
but building and sports.

She's as hard as nails.

But I'm interested in sports
and in building.

Yes. Old Harry thinks
sports writers are parasites,

that brickies get twice the money
they're worth,

and Italians stink.

- Oh.
- Oh…

Yes, he's here. He's been waiting
for you for over an hour.

- [people laughing]
- Hang on. He's here now.

Hello, Kay. I'm here.

And I'm here!

Why aren't you?

Please wait.
Tell them you're waiting for me.

But I can't stay. It's a private party.

Oh, please wait.

She's at Ernesto.

Come on. [chuckles]

Ciao.

[man] That's right, Nino.
They're all alike in the dark.

[woman singing in Italian]

- Closed?
- Yes.

- Why?
- Because there's a

Oh, it's you, Signor Culotta.

[continues singing in Italian]

[people singing along]

Italian custom.

[singing along]

[laughing]

[all applauding]

You were gonna cut the grass this weekend.

She'll keep for another week.

It's nearly up to my knees now.

I won't be able to find
the clothesline soon.

I'll lend you a compass.

[Edie] Hey!

Don't worry about it, love.
I'll cut it next weekend for sure.

That's what you said last weekend.

All right, all right.

Well, I've got to look out for Nino!

He wants to see
how shooting's done in Australia?

That's right. Blame it on Nino!

Of course,
you don't want to go shooting, do you?

Not particularly.

I'd sooner cut the grass.

I can't let Nino go by himself, but.

He might get lost.

- Nino. Nino.
- Hmm? Hmm?

She must have been a beaut party, mate.

Joe, I'm sorry.
I'm not coming shooting today.

Jeez, Nino.

[Sam] On her way, is she?

About time.

The building inspector's
waiting for her. He's boiling.

She's never been late before.

Who's calling?

Vi Parisi...

Say that again.

Vi Parisian hair stylist?

Oh, you're joking.

[wolf-whistling]

Good morning, Miss Kelly.

Lovely morning.

Sorry to have kept you waiting,
Mr. Bellinger.

Well, that's a pretty woman's
privilege, Miss Kay.

I've never seen that hairdo before.

- Well, that's what kept me late.
- Oh, it was worth it.

Every minute of it.

[laughing]

[whispers] Get back, get back.

Ah. [chuckles]

Is that all?

Present for your, love.

For not cutting the grass.

We had the rest.

Uh, six rabbits,
four hares and five pigeons.

Good. Then you won't want any tea from me.

Listen, just a minute...

- The plain truth is that...
- Oh, shut up, Pat.

Women don't want to know the truth.

How you going, Nino?

[Nino] All right, mate.

That's all we got between the three of us.

All of Sydney was there banging away.

Bloody queues outside every cafe.

When we got inside,
there was nothing left to eat.

[Edie] All right.

- I was expecting it.
- Beauty.

Ha-ha!

- Oh!
- Chop.

What have you been doing
with yourself, Nino?

I've been to the beach this morning.

Been pouring all bloody day
where we've been.

[Joe] Uh, beach all day?

Not all day, Joe.

Haven't been chasing any dames, have you?

What else, Nino?

Uh, then I went to the shipping office.

[in British accent] Oh, where do you want
to have your head examined, my old rascal?

And I bought this.

I hope your stateroom
smells of dead rats, you little rascal.

Oh-ho-ho. Uh…

[in normal voice] Hey,
this isn't a ticket.

He's bought a bloody block of land!

Jimmy! Hurry, Jimmy! They're there!

Yeah.

Where are your glasses, Jimmy?

- I lent them to Joe.
- Go phone him.

They haven't had a look at her either.

Joe's cutting the grass for Edie.

Go phone him.

Now, Kay.

Here.

This is the place where I shall build,
right here.

On the side of a hill
hanging over the sea.

Concrete slabs.

- Cantilevered.
- Hmm.

Garage and workshop on top.

- Yeah.
- Drive right in?

And go downstairs to bed.

Uh, I'll have an outside staircase.

Living room and kitchen below the bedroom?

Si.

Uh, big picture windows?

Mm, they'll have to be plate glass.

Hmm, when the Southerly blows.

It'll take you a year or more.

Oh, there is water.

There is electricity.

They're building a road.

And Pat and Dennis and Jimmy and Joe,
they're gonna help,

even though they think that

any girl who wants to marry
one of their mates must be a chiseler.

I can live in a tent while I build.

If she falls for that, she's no chiseler.

There's good fishing off the point.

Dad's a keen rock fishermen.

I have been there with him. Sundays.

I know the Australian
used to bring his sons to fish here.

Look.

He drew pictures for them on the rock.

Kay.

Give him your rod.

Let him fish.

[honking]

- [Edie] Where is she?
- Oh, you missed her.

- They're gone.
- Aah.

- When did you leave?
- About five minutes ago.

- Okay, Jimmy, get the tie-off.
- What's going on?

We might as well cut the bloody mulga
while we're in the mood.

- You see her, Betty?
- From the back.

Not bad from the back.

- What did she look like?
- Tall, skinny…

Red hair, but.

Uh, better change your togs, Betty.

- You better.
- [laughing]

[dramatic music playing]

It's a girl being rescued.

- [girl moans]
- She's okay.

[chattering]

As Leonardo once said,

"On a dusken shore,

you don't have to drown
to be kissed by a lifesaver."

I must read up on this Leonardo da Vinci.

It wasn't Leonardo da Vinci.

It was Leonardo Culotta.

Did you, uh, tell her
about living in a tent?

- Yes.
- Jeez.

She must have it bad.

[Edie] And you'll see her parents tonight?

Mm-hmm.

- Oh…
- [Edie] Good luck, Nino.

Thank you, Edie.

Oh, uh, got the flowers for the mother?

No, I will buy some.

Oh, very important.

Uh, take a bow in front of the old lady.

Very deep.

And then you say,
"Beautiful flowers for a beautiful lady."

And then you kiss her hand.

Then you hit her over the head
with the flowers and say,

"To hell with all mothers-in-law.
Workers of the world, unite!"

- Hey!
- Hut.

I will do this, Dennis.

[Joe] Do you want me
to run you over, mate?

No, I'll take a bus.

Dad's all done up, too.

- Flowers, Nino?
- For your mother.

Oh, she'll love them.

Scared?

Not now.

Dennis told me what to do.

[knocking at door]

[Kay] Here he is.

How do you do?

For me? Oh, they are lovely.

Do come inside.

He's been waiting in the lounge
like a cat on hot bricks.

He's smoked a whole pack
of cigarettes since lunch.

Dad, here's Nino.

He brought me some flowers.
Aren't they gorgeous?

Glad to know you.

Sit down.

I've heard quite a lot about you.

And I've heard quite a lot
about you, too, sir.

I know you're a builder,
you think writers are all parasites,

you don't like bricklayers
and you can't stand Italians.

And I'm a writer, and a bricklayer,
and I'm an Italian.

And I'm going to marry your daughter.

Wow.

Well, I think I'll just put
these flowers in water.

- I'll help you.
- And stay in the kitchen!

[mouthing]

You seem pretty sure
of yourself, don't you?

Yes.

Well…

Kay seems to think a lot of you.

I think a lot of Kay.

You hurt her in any way at all
and I'll break your bloody neck.

If I'll hurt her in any way,
I'll deserve it.

Oh.

What sort of writing do you do?

I wrote for an Italian paper
in a town called Como.

Never heard of it.

Now I lay bricks. Heard of that?

Mug's game. My daughter can do better
than marry a brickie.

Your wife married a brickie.

True.

Uh…

September, she tells me.

Yes.

You got a house?

No, but [clears throat] I have a land
and I'm going to build the housing.

Not by September, you won't.

No, but we will live in a tent
until it's built.

- In a tent?
- Hm.

So what are you proposing to do?

Dump my daughter on a bit of land
and… and build a house around her?

[clears throat] Yes.

Not if I can stop you.

You can't.

Dago, aren't you?

I'm an Italian, sir.

Dago.

Bit bigger than most,
but a dago just the same.

You have one on your wall…

in the place of honor.

The pope?

If I'm a dago, so is he.

Hey, do you think
we'll ever have an Australian pope?

It's possible.

If Kay as a son,
perhaps it will be the first.

Ah, she'll have a daughter.
Get onto that, runs in the family.

Not in my family.

You ever heard of a pope born in a tent?

Christ was born in a stable.

You gonna stay a brickie all your life?

Perhaps.

In a new country,
a man can be whatever he likes.

You're right about that.

Think you might take up building?

I might.

It's a hard game.

Still, I could give you a few hints
that might save you a lot of headaches.

I'll remember that, sir. Thank you.

Oh, now, look, there's no need
for you to call me sir, son.

Uh, what about a drop of whisky?
Sort of, uh, celebrate the occasion, eh?

I think I'll go with a drop of whisky.

By cripes, so could I.

Mother! Kay! Bring us some scones!

Why don't you take the coat and tie off?
Getting a bit hot in here.

- How do you like it?
- Uh, with water.

So do I.

This getting acquainted
takes it out of you.

More tea?

No, thanks.

Colder than usual
for this time of the year.

Yeah, uh,
probably it'll get colder next month.

Yeah. There'll probably be
a frost in the morning.

- Mm.
- Yeah.

One?

August is the worst month for winds.

How's that building of yours getting on?

Not too bad.

Big job?

It is.

[Pat] Buil… building's
a cold job this weather.

You said it, mate.

Have some more tea?

No, thanks.

Nino, more tea?

No, thanks.

Betty, pass the lamingtons.

Nino and Kay are getting
married in September.

[Betty] Oh, that'll be nice.

Bring out the bloody beer!

Bloody good idea!

Take off your dirty shirts!

[Nino shouting indistinctly]

♪ In this man's country
A man's gotta get up and go ♪

♪ Protect his ego, strike a manly blow ♪

♪ Shoulder to shoulder
They fight for the right ♪

♪ Pressing on without favor or fear ♪

[imperceptible]

♪ Together they stand
Undivided and tight ♪

♪ For freedom, the flag
And a big cold beer ♪

♪ A very big cold beer ♪

♪ And now the party starts ♪

[imperceptible]

♪ So then we'll find the winner is a man ♪

♪ Who knows a mate can't celebrate ♪

♪ If he hasn't got a bottle or a can ♪

♪ 'Cause it's a man's country
Sweetheart ♪

♪ Where a woman can never win ♪

♪ Yes, it's a man's country, sweetheart ♪

♪ Where the women love the fighting ♪

♪ They know that they're gonna give in ♪

Kay, you know you're getting
a decent bastard, too.

♪ It's a big, big country ♪

♪ With a big, big heart ♪

♪ Life is free and easy ♪

♪ You'll feel it from the start ♪

♪ And once you understand this ♪

♪ It holds you safe and tight ♪

♪ It's a big, big country ♪

♪ Young and warm and bright ♪

♪ Love that big, big country ♪

[narrator] You'll be bloody right!