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I'm going to blast it useless things.

Well, come on slaves, up we go.

And how long did that doctor say before those exercises

will have you walking again?

Oh, a few weeks, it could be months, that.

I don't think my back will stand it.

And I bet it all.

Better practice, you might even get it right.

Right.

It's a beautiful night.

You just missed the lady darling.

Quite something to see.

She's got electric light.

Would it cost much to have it on the Philadelphia?

Oh, no much.

Bit dangerous then.

Oh, I'm sure it's quite safe.

Why don't we?

Let's make her the best steamer on the river.

George said the license to bills come in from the Marine board.

Bloody light.

No, it isn't.

And the builder will need your supervision.

You're going to be very busy.

Darling.

If you go into a chukas say once a week.

Darling, please.

Stop it.

Brenton, you've got to rebuild the Philadelphia.

And he'll be skipping.

You will.

You know that's impossible.

The doctor believes with the exercises.

The doctor believes in telling any lies to the patient to put him in a positive frame of mind.

You can try.

We've got to stop fooling ourselves.

We have to face it, Dilly.

I'll never walk again.

And I'll never skip the Philadelphia.

The Bald is gone to the founder of the estimated two months before he's publishing.

And we finished the main deck and we're ready to start the superstructure.

Good.

And Mrs. Edwards, there is a problem.

I don't wish to press you, but I'm a businessman.

I understand.

I understand.

This should keep us going for a while.

I don't wish to pry, but it is said that Teddi Edwards won't let your husband and won't ever walk again.

If I'd been seeking a medical opinion, Mr. Richards, I'd have gone to the doctor.

Now, I'll bring any further money to finance the building next time I'm in town.

Goodbye, Mr. Richards.

Get out there.

Come on.

Look who's come to visit.

Hey, boss. Look. No, hang yet.

Boss, not look very happy, Missy.

Well, you can cheer him up, Ali. You always could make him laugh.

Yes. We've been partners. We talk about old times.

That's right.

Thank you.

Hello, boss. Good-bye, Ali.

Did I burn the stew again?

You always give me too much.

Look what I found in a chucca, life on the Mississippi.

The Mississippi's finished.

Boss, we talk about old times.

You remember?

Yeah.

Well, I think I'll have Minna put Sootie on.

She's not here.

Then where's Gordon?

I saw them both head off down to the river.

Brinton, you know I don't like O'Taking Gordon near the river. He's too young.

Well, what do you expect me to do about it? Run after them.

I'll go and look for them, Dilly.

Thank you, Uncle Charles.

In less than 60 years it was dead.

A strangely short life for some adjust to the creature.

Of course, it is not absolutely dead.

Come on.

Gordon, you show goodbye, you egg.

Did you read that letter from Ben?

Not yet, no.

He says the war is nearly over.

Oh.

You will find someone else.

I'll never stop loving you, Brinton.

You can't make me, I don't care what you do.

There's no future for us, Dilly.

You will define someone else.

I'll never stop loving you, Brinton.

You can't make me, I don't care what you do.

There's no future for us, Dilly.

You will define someone else, someone who can look after you and Gordon properly.

Hello, Geddy.

Hello, Anna Stair.

Hello, Geddy.

I thought you'd never get here.

And how do you manage to look into more beautiful beach passing year?

I'm not sure that quantity means quality.

Yes, but definite improvement.

Strength?

Something new?

I'm not sure.

And the light.

Yes, the light.

It's there.

Super.

Thank you.

Oh, we can't have you bearing your talents in this backward there.

Oh, my dear, Dilly, if only you'd stayed in Melbourne, we could have taken the art well by storm.

Is it too late?

Allastair, my place is here.

Your husband, he's no better.

You're happy here, I take it.

Of course.

Dilly, you have so much to offer, so much talent bursting off these canvases.

And you must know how much I care for you.

Yes, I do.

More than care.

My feelings run so deep, it's almost impossible to express them with perhaps.

Allastair, please.

My paintings. Will you sell them for me? I'll be very grateful.

It's much of a gratitude that I want, Dilly.

I must go. I have another appointment.

Your paintings will sell. I have no fear. I shall take them all.

Thank you.

No worries, your appointment. I haven't hired before the train. I could escort you there.

No, no, you catch your train.

But my appointment's on board with about.

Or of our, Dilly.

Goodbye, Allastair.

What's the greatest depth the war ever found over the Christmas rocks above the canyon?

That's on the Darling River. I have no intention of going up there.

Damn it, woman, the harvest board isn't interested in your intentions. You've got to know it.

George Blakely, you watch your language. Dilly isn't one of your ruffian crew.

Sorry, Dilly. George, I've got to try.

There's never been a female mate registered on the river before, but don't see any reason why this wouldn't be a first time.

How will you explain all this to Brendan?

Next question, please, George.

If the gauge shows over 120 pounds, the boiler may blow up. So the safety valve is set to blow off at that pressure.

Now, if she tries to go before that, the engineer puts a weight on the valve.

He spreads the gauge.

That's very dangerous.

Well, these days you have to keep your speed up, with a railway's taking so much of the trade.

And it's a race to get what car goes offering.

I suppose Tilly's charts went up with the Philadelphia?

No, you managed to save them.

Well, you better study them, my girl. And study them so well that you can draw them like them pictures are yours.

You'll reach and follow the cool, the Edwards, the Marabigie of the Dar, even if you're never intent sleeping out of the Murray.

You'll have to know the height of the live bridges at High River, the shape of the Murray of Pollard's cutting, the depth of water by the warp at Goula, and the width between the pillars of the bridge at the children.

The McCool, the Edwards, the Marabigie of the Dar. The McCool, the Edwards, the Marabigie of the Dar.

Well, so you've come home for a change. What's the matter? I'm tired of making money.

Brenton, I don't know what's happened.

And if you did, I'm sure you wouldn't care.

You've been visiting the Blakeneys.

I suppose you've been telling them how rough it is, living with your crippled husband.

Although they probably know already the rest of a chugga does.

If you just tell me what I'm supposed to have done.

You're famous!

The National Gallery has bought your painting of me. It's in all the papers.

A lovely story about your crippled husband.

I didn't know it would be in the papers.

Maybe you'd like to do another one in the wheelchair.

But we'll make a terrific story.

Crippled river captain, now his wife's model. You could have told me, Dully.

What else haven't you told me?

Well?

Alistair Rayburn's been selling my paintings for me in Melbourne.

Oh, that's bloody lovely, guys.

And I've been using the money from the paintings to rebuild the Philadelphia.

She's almost finished.

I haven't been working for Mr. Hamilton.

George Blake needs been helping me study for my mates certificate.

I could be your mate.

And you could be skipper of the Philadelphia again.

I only wanted just to be back on the river.

What does she look like?

The Philadelphia.

The Philadelphia.

You can round them up, but make sure you get Mac.

I'm not letting a single rope go unless he's the engineer, understand?

Yes, my turn.

And you can forget about those lessons with George Blake, me.

All right.

If you're going to be my mate, I'll give the lessons. Is that clear?

Yes.

Oh, just what have I got myself into?

Ideally, it should be what my steam, like a wire rope down here onto the steam winch,

and then back up over the top of the pulley and down onto the ramp.

Simple as falling off a log?

Yeah, that's fine, but if we don't have any steam up, I can't get into the wheelhouse.

Ah, we can think of something.

No, no, Mac, I just need something simple, like a piece of rope so I can pull myself up on a stool.

You're the boss, Teddy.

Leave more flour, boss!

Leave more flour, boss!

Looks like you got yourself an assistant cook, Ali.

I hope you got plenty of onions on board.

No making onion sandwich.

No making!

Here the skippers are crippled.

That's right.

And you're the mate?

Yes.

I've never taken orders from a woman before, and it doesn't sit right with me.

Teddy, Teddy, left, right, left, right.

That's right.

Whoa, whoa, that's it.

You're in the channel now.

Straight steering for a while.

I don't think you should have done that.

Who did that?

I did, Mac.

Well, if you're going to wear steamlight back, we can call it quits right now.

And that's for that fireman you pawn.

I've seen more in life for the haggis.

What should I do?

Nothing. He'll come around.

Cast off the bar line.

Let the side ropes go.

What's that?

Reverse.

The bloody strip of a woman's land up hitting the shore.

That's cool.

The bloody strip of a woman's land up hitting the shore.

That's cool.

We're sinking.

Fucking.

Fucking.

What in the blue blazes do you think you're doing?

What you cussing me, gunlion? I'll quit.

If you can't follow my orders, you're set.

Have you two met each other?

I've got a good minor report on them to the moraine board.

They don't know that a woman have charge of a steamer.

They gave it a mate certificate, didn't they?

Yeah.

They wouldn't give you one on a month for Sundays.

So stop your flinch and get back to what for a change.

Who is it?

It's me, Mack.

Come in.

What are you up to, skipper?

Get me hell off right there, Mack.

You've been exercising.

Don't tell Dilly.

I don't want her to know just yet.

Mum's a wad day.

Thanks, Mack.

She's all right, the messes.

She sure is.

Still not showing a profit.

This is our 12th trip.

Yeah, and each trip puts us a little further.

Now we get a letter from the bank trying to foreclose out a mortgage.

What's that all about?

It's my share of the filling.

I raised 200 pounds at the bank to pay off the boat, Elder.

What the hell did you do that?

Well, I thought we'd pay it off in a few trips.

And if we can't settle the mortgage, we lose the boat.

At the time, it seemed the right thing.

It doesn't look that way right now.

We'll just have to get longer jobs.

That's all we have.

We'll just have to get longer jobs, that's all.

It's where the big money is.

The shipping agents won't touch me.

All right, just one trip and we can prove it to all of them.

We'll have to.

It's a stranger in town.

That's out of stair raper.

You're running to schedule?

We're very efficient.

And you also seem surprised to see me.

To say the least.

Well, aren't you going to pipe me aboard?

We're not quite that grand.

Gordon!

Gordon?

And how are you, my boy?

It's been a long time, Alastair.

Too long, I think.

Brendan, this is Alastair Redham.

My husband, Captain Branten Edwards.

Come in.

The cook's just made a fresh pot of tea.

It's very kind of you.

Tell us, Veen, show me your boat.

It's most interesting.

Take a seat.

What brings you so far from Melbourne, Mr. Riber?

They're your wife.

Oh?

There was something I wanted to tell her, but I haven't mentioned it yet.

As I was hoping that you might support my cause.

Really? Tell me what have you been up to?

Your wife has the potential of being one of Australia's finest artists, Mr. Edwards.

But she needs further training.

Exposure to some of the great artists of the world.

There's a scholarship waiting for her in Melbourne that will enable her to study in London and Paris.

Alastair, why?

And you think she should take it?

Well, actually.

It's an opportunity of a lifetime.

I'm no art critic, Mr. Ribern.

Indeed, I confess to knowing very little about art.

But most of Delly's paintings are of the River Murray.

How can she impress you?

How can she improve on that in Paris or London?

Technique, Mr. Edwards.

With an improved technique and a deepening of her experience, Delly would be ready to tackle the world.

And she's likely also to make a great deal of money.

Money's never been much of a problem with us, Mr. Ribern.

But don't you see here?

Your wife has a talent that is... Well, don't I say it. Unique.

Oh, my wife is a woman of many talents.

My dear, you mustn't stifle yourself in this one.

You're quite right, Mr. Ribern.

We have been confined to a small area of the river.

However, after my wife gains her skippers certificate, I doubt she'll feel so stifled then.

But the decision is hers, you agree?

Of course.

Branson, would you mind if I spoke without a stare outside?

Good idea.

Thank you for the refreshment.

Pleasure.

Well, is it yours?

If I went away to paint, I would have to move my husband off the water.

Leave the Philadelphia Idol.

I admit we owe a little money, but the only way to rid us of that debt is to keep the boat working.

It sounds as if you'd rather be a riverman than a painter.

I love my husband, Alistair.

I don't wish to be parted from him.