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Who's not their rival?

Fazie fella.

I'll tell him they'll shoot birds.

What the hell do you think you were doing?

Get myself a bit of grub.

Something I'll get in for a change.

I told you, no shooting birds.

I'm getting sick and tired of you telling me what to do.

Well, I'd like to do something else then.

Like what?

Boom!

I'm not going to do anything.

Well, I'd like to do something else then.

Like what?

Like that.

Hey, you all right?

Hey, wake up.

Hey, John, come here.

Come here.

Well, you what?

I'm going to take you a little.

Stop!

Stop!

You wouldn't have the stomach to lose it.

Stop!

Ollie!

Stop!

Look, come on, Toph!

Come on, Ollie.

Look, look, look, look, look!

Ollie!

Ollie!

How are you?

I know.

It's like hell.

I think he's going to be all right.

More's the pity.

He's staying help.

Get Mac and Jay.

We'll go look for Ollie.

Ollie!

Ollie!

Ollie!

Ollie!

No tracks.

Nothing.

Hasn't got a hook in the hell out here.

Maybe a stop when we'll come across him.

A boundary rider.

Bye.

Better be his home.

This is useless, Scipper.

If we go on, we'll end up getting lost.

I'll die a starvation.

What?

Out.

But you can't.

Can't I?

Where's the man go?

If you've got any sense, you'll stick to the river.

There's tin made in there.

But I'll die.

You're getting a better chance than I'll eat, got?

There's a homestead about 25 miles upriver.

I might have known you'd all sigh with a chink.

It's a long walk.

Hick twelve Marshоиart,

hasn't he heard from you in pleas.

Oh, oh?

rel Brazilian.

Oh.

modestHeartnob voucher

hydropedal.

Well...

Brenton.

Mm.

Really?

Mm.

Um...

It's not bad.

But, um...

Maybe Mr. Slub could help with a few suggestions.

Mm.

Oh!

Mm.

Mm.

Ali!

Ali!

Ah!

Missy, please.

You take Ali, hang him.

Slet's neck.

Please.

You give food first.

Belly, empty.

Brenton?

Yep.

Ali!

Hey, lads.

Ali!

Ali!

Cookie!

Thank God!

Good to see you!

Please, boss.

I saw him.

Are you back, you're all right?

Ah!

Cookie!

You're all right?

No!

Cookie!

Ha ha!

That crazy fella, Stevie!

Oh, he's gone!

No, no, no.

Bang!

I should dead.

No, no, no.

The skipper sent him packing.

You all right?

Hey, unfortunately.

He's probably off the river, winching at someone else.

Okay.

Oh, come on, look at how fire good for you, Cookie.

Hey, have we got the onions?

No, I used them all the time.

I'll get the flowers.

She used all that too.

I have women in land.

Come on in with my daughter, how about we get an arm skipper?

Good idea, this calls for a celebration.

Good tuck of cookie?

Much better than luck.

It's nice.

Thanks.

Of course, it's great.

More.

Give me more.

Very nice.

Whoo!

Whoo!

Whoo!

Whoo!

Oh!

Oh!

Oh!

Brings and whack!

Brain!

What?

It's coming down in bucketfuls!

Whoo!

In Queensland!

Ow!

The letter from Fred.

I won't be gone.

To what the most stocky says.

The warra goes running up banker, and that runs into the dying.

I want to be enough.

Well, going four inches in one night.

And it started three weeks ago.

Oh, man, we'll be down here.

Oh, tomorrow, the day after, but it's coming.

We're going to get out of here.

We're leaving.

What do you tell you?

Not a skatic.

If the skipper says it'll rise, it'll rise.

Build them up on their own torques.

If it rained that much in Queensland five weeks, then it's going to be a little bit more

than it is.

If it rained that much in Queensland five weeks ago, the water just has to be down here by now.

Where the blazes is?

There.

What?

The day, Mrs.

I thought I might have missed you.

Thought you'd be gone.

No chance of that, Mrs.

I'm going to get you.

Yours?

I want you to have them.

No good to me.

Kids are gone.

What's the sense in keeping a hope chest?

The effort you've put into them.

You've made them so beautifully.

I made them for kids to wear.

That's what they're for.

They're magnificent.

They're coming handy.

Mary?

Yeah.

Ah, just starting to worry about you.

I know you said you'd be late, but come in.

We've got troubles, Teddy.

Looks like we could be stuck here for quite some time.

What kind of troubles?

Tell them what you find.

Well, about five miles up.

There's a bloke pushed them earth down right across the river, bank to bank.

And what for?

To devout the river.

What are his own land?

He's not entitled to do that.

He's entitled to do what he's done it.

And he's working out there with him, Steve Farrell.

Right, Mac, get the voice.

You're wasting your time.

There's about 15 men up there.

I've tried to reason with them, but they're all itching for a scrap.

Oh, and there's a lot of these about too.

Well, what this man's done is against the law.

What law?

There aren't any coppers up here.

He's made his own law.

Oh, why can't we do that?

Put a hole in his dam.

Well, you'll never be able to stop the water once it's going.

There's enough dynamite in the hole to blow the entire river to Kingdom come.

Come on, Ali.

Look, I'll do it.

My child is dead.

You all right?

I'm fine.

Well, if you're short, we'll tie up for the night.

I'm still making a chugabyte tomorrow afternoon.

I like that.

One more night on the river.

Brinton!

Fire! Jim, Matt! Everybody up!

Help!

Come on, you folks! All buckets!

Come on, Ali, come on!

Please!

Keep running!

Keep running!

Keep running!

Keep running!

I've tricked the hole!

There's nothing there without a gun.

This is hopeless, Skipper!

Same with the gun.

Jump!

Go, Jim! Everybody up!

We can't go close!

Go, go, go!

Come on, Ali.

Skipper!

You fainted when I was bringing you in.

Probably just as well you did made it easy.

There must have been a spark caught in the top and got in the engine room.

She's down to the water line.

Well rebuilt.

Brinton!

Are you hurt?

It's the baby.

Oh my god.

Jim, we're going to need help. It's the baby!

We're not far from Terumbri station.

Hope you got it.

Right.

What about I hit down straight?

Might strike someone there.

Yeah.

How is it?

We're getting out.

Skipper, we'll need these.

I helped them.

He'd life a few times.

With my mum.

I've got a fire going.

Better help Miss Dilly out of those damn clothes.

Brinton!

Ali!

How long can that last?

I'm going to paint.

You look after him. You understand me?

No!

That's it Miss Dilly. That's it.

It's a boy.

It's a boy.

A boy.

That's good.

Gordon!

There you are.

Look at you, you little ragamuffin.

Mud from top to toe.

We'll have to get you cleaned up before the power and bend come home for lunch.

Edwards.

I don't believe I heard the lunch whistle.

The red gum might show it's your turn.

Sock, cast the gold.

Couldn't you trouble Tati?

You all do that?

Oh.

Thank you, Ben.

Teddy got held up at the mill.

I don't think you'll make it home for lunch.

It's all right, Ben.

I heard the Providence come in.

Which hotel did he go to?

The star.

I'll call her on my way back.

He'll be all right when he gets back on the river, Dilly.

Back on the river.

It's been two years since the Philadelphia

burned, and we hadn't even started rebuilding her.

It takes a lot of money.

Yes.

And every time he gets even near getting a bank together,

he gets into one of his moves and he spends it.

The Providence coming in always upsets him.

Providence, the Adelaide, the Edwards, the Colunda, all of them.

Mr. Hamilton thinks he might have some more postcards for me.

You hate doing them?

I don't hate them.

What about your pioneers?

Can't you still sell some of them?

Hallist A. Rayburn believes his market for landscapes

in Melbourne.

Who's he?

An art critic I met when I was there.

He writes quite often.

He even thinks I should exhibit in Melbourne.

Well, you could take Gordon.

He'd be not trouble.

Did he make a look after ourselves?

No, Ben.

Brenton needs his family with him right now.

I couldn't leave him to face it all alone.

George Blakeney, you old bludger.

What's doing on the river?

Any sign of a fresh coming down?

Well, I heard they had a wet on the paru.

He should get some of that.

Ah, he's a good river man.

He'll get that through.

And how are you?

Me?

Oh, I'm fine.

Dally and Gordon?

Yeah, they're fine.

You still have the boiling down, works?

No, I've chucked it in six months ago.

I started to smell like a flaming sheep.

You got another job?

Yeah, over at the mill.

Art, good pay, easy work.

I'll soon have a steak.

Look, will you stop with a mother hand questions?

Listen, there's a glass of ale over at the steam packet

that's just waiting to have your mouth wrapped around it.

You're a river man, Teddy.

Why don't you come along with me?

George, we've been through it all before.

I'm not working as a hand on any steamboat.

Oh, dear.

Can rubbish.

There's plenty of skippers looking for a good mate.

George, there's not a skipper on this river

who wants another skipper giving orders on his deck.

And that includes you.

We're friends, Teddy.

We wouldn't be for long, man.

Edwards!

Jack, what are you doing here?

You're fired, Edwards.

Thanks.

Saves me the trouble of quitting.

We haven't noticed how old Jack spits his sore dust

when he gets his dandruff.

What now, Teddy?

I've got plenty of time to work on the Philadelphia, haven't I?

Snow needs some time off of his mrs.

I'll need a mate.

I'm rebuilding the Philadelphia.

And until I can stand on her deck as skipper,

I'm not going back on the river.

What happened, Ben?

I've been up with some blanks from the providence, haven't we?

What happened?

He got the sack.

If we moved to Uncle Charles's farm, at least we wouldn't have

to find the rent money for this place.

No, darling.

He says it's a good embankment for a slipway.

Makes good sense.

You could winch the Philadelphia there.

I've told you before.

I want to accept charity from your uncle.

You hate working for other people.

And when you do, you don't have time to work on the Philadelphia.

This way, we could be back on the river in 12 months.

And while I'm happily working on the boat,

who puts food in our mouths?

What does your uncle do there too?

Does the money iron from Mr. Anton?

Oh, good.

Now we have a roof.

Food in our bellies.

Tell me, what do I build the Philadelphia at?

I'll thin air.

Be sensible, Billy.

You're just looking on the black side of everything.

My darling, we need at least 100 pounds

before we can even think of building a slipway.

I know you mean well, but it's out of the question.

There's my painting.

Your painting?

I know I can sell my pictures in Melbourne.

Alastair Rayburn.

Alastair Rayburn can go to hell.

I don't need that sort of help.

Brendan, I was only.

I know what you're trying to do, Dolly.

Well, I do things my way, and I do them alone.

There's no doubt about that.

A lot of people in this town have tried to help you.

I've given you jobs, but I don't know.

Teddy Edwards can't be a Navi.

So you bait them.

You bait them until they sack you.

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I wish to kill you.

I'm so sad.