Original subtitles

Scarborough only has determined by family of comrades,

and theomsday hospital,

Italy.

containers,

expose and

divert our lives over things.

That might work.

And sweat for us in the city and sort of

like a

race scene will hold for several months.

He said no!

Please! I said no!

There was no waste!

No!

Take his gear up.

Well, you insist.

William!

You'll never want to...

Not to do this.

Thank you, Father.

You're welcome.

Come on, everyone.

Oh, my God, sorry.

Come on, Dad.

Two, one.

William?

William?

Twenty-eight, twenty-seven, twenty-six, twenty-five, twenty-four.

Jack?

Jack?

Sixteen.

Eight, seven, six, five,

twenty-four.

Eight, seven, six, five,

twenty-four.

Two, ten, ten, ten!

Jack!

Jack!

Mr. Wells.

Mr. Wells.

Sir Wells.

Sorry.

Wells away.

Charlie's baked.

Well, all baked, Mr. Farr.

See what you're going to do, Farr.

You'll give me Mr. Wells.

It's my very...my very things we throw to cut.

It's all right, Charlie.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

It's all right.

I'm sorry, Charlie.

I'm sorry.

Yes, you're right.

Miss Matthews.

Hey, lords!

Ladies and gentlemen, you will remember this day.

Make no mistake about it.

This is an historic day.

Mr. Burke and his men set forth today on a mighty trail to conquer the country.

They will but from Melbourne to the Gulf of Coppittarius.

Today, Mr. Hughes, there is green grass out there.

How are the tunnels?

Yours will be the sea to graze on it.

If there are hills to come, yours will be the crops to grow on it.

Sir, sorry.

Big, no mistake about it.

Miss Matthews?

Mr. Burke and his men go forth today to unlock the very heart of this wide map.

Miss Matthews, ravishing this morning.

I don't see what all the fuss is about.

I'm sure I speak for each and every one of you.

Chief, it was round to call yourselves.

My name, it all.

Choreons?

Well said.

Well, I see.

Godspeed you, Mr. Burke.

Godspeed and bless you all.

No!

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

This is the work, Mr. Burke.

This is the work, Mr. Burke.

This is the work, Mr. Burke.

This is the work, Mr. Burke.

This is the work, Mr. Burke.

Thank you.

I'm sorry.

Don't be with you, Mr. Andell.

My lord's fair.

My lord's ladies, gentlemen.

Good on you, Mr. Burke.

People of Victoria.

We have a long way to go.

But thanks to your efforts and the assistance of the Committee of the Royal Society,

Mr. Ambrose, quite here.

Drop us, baby.

We are ready to meet any contingency, even if it be to cross the inland sea.

If indeed there is one.

No, I'll not say it's a race.

But you all know that McDool Stewart has left that laid on his way to the Gulf.

I'll say it's like Robert.

Whatever it's a race he wants, I'll give him one.

We'll get in.

He'll run to the drop.

He'll be down here, Mr. Prince.

Sure, he'll be here.

It's a race he wants.

I'll promise you this.

We'll give it a good pull.

We'll give it a strong pull.

We'll give it a strong pull.

We'll give it a strong pull.

We'll give it a strong pull.

And we'll all pull together.

If it's a race it's to be, I'll win it.

We'll just give it a strong pull.

Now make sure you're back by Christmas.

Of course I will.

Young wills.

Yes?

Your new surveyor.

Yes?

Yes?

If you ask his advice, take it.

But he'll never offer it.

He'll follow you to damnation first.

I know you, sir.

I miss father.

Godspeed you, Mr. Bert.

Thank you, sir.

20th of August, 1860.

We are quite a sight.

Our expedition consists of 28 horses,

27 camels, 19 men, and 6 wagons,

21 tons of equipment and supplies,

and a little matter of 3,000 miles to go.

Our progress is of necessity, very slow.

And the boat wagon broke its shaft before we had travelled 10 miles.

Mr. Bert is greatly troubled by the fact that McDool's Stuart's second attempt to reach the Gulf

has the advantage of starting further north from Adelaide,

and his party is much smaller, faster, and more experienced than we are.

I know it can't be done, I know the mob loved Bert.

But I'd be happier with the sounder man in charge.

I'd be happy with George Landell's.

There's no full Landell's.

Can't be done, Sir William.

Bert's never been outside the settled districts.

We're spending thousands of pounds,

we're asking him to go when no man's gone before and get there first.

And Bert can't find his way from Beechworth to Wangaratta.

20 miles on a good road and he loses his way.

You don't know Bert, gentlemen.

Not like I know him.

I've seen the look in his eyes.

He'll go like the devil, and he'll be in at the kill.

Mark me, gentlemen.

If there's land out there worth pissing on,

we'll be the first to know it.

How are you there?

It's nice, Johnny.

It's here.

Ours is the first expedition to make use of camels,

and we hope they will enable us to succeed while others fail here.

Because of our slow progress,

Mr. Burke was not keen to stop at any of the gold mining towns we passed on the way.

I fancy none of the diggers had ever seen a camel before.

Attention to the progress of the party prevented me from attending

to my scientific studies until we had made camp at the end of each day.

I was then able to attempt some astronomical observations

and catch up with my diary in field books.

Do you see Mr. Lydge?

No – me.

No – me.

Inaudible –

My balls came together too soon.

I am from the::

My pants still from the

I dreamed we'd wait in my whole horse

With the sizz and surfside by sight

And the way forth and the way within those words

That I was all right

That my place was all free

But most of my insistquiet

But I want my house

Which stands next to you

Your true love.

I say that you love me.

You love me.

I say that you love me.

I was awfully sorry.

Oh.

You know, so I can't sit down.

I don't say that.

I'd say that.

I'd say that.

It's same.

It's Mr. Paul.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

Bravo.

Bravo,

I'm sorry.

Bravo.

My darling.

My dear.

Mr. Burke.

What are you doing here?

Marry me.

You're supposed to be halfway to Galpinteria, or at least as far as Essent.

Give me your promise.

How would it look?

You are a policeman.

And an Irishman too.

My father would skin me alive.

You are a foolish, empty-headed little creature who has too much scent.

But I must have you.

You carry out.

Come with me.

But leave.

Oh.

Oh, no.

Oh, no.

Oh, no.

Oh, no.

Oh, no.

Oh, no.

Yes.

Mr. Wills?

What's the matter with him?

It is faith, sir.

He can't eat pork, only mutton, and that he must slaughter in his own way.

I see.

But where's Mr. Burke?

He's not in his tent, sir.

And Mr. Landell's?

He's drunk, sir.

Dead to the world.

I see.

What can I tell him, sir?

Hmm?

Simula.

Well, he'll have to go.

We'll have to wait for Mr. Burke's decision, but I imagine he'll have to go.

Right, sir.

Good night, sir.

One moment.

You were in India, weren't you?

Yes, sir.

I was at Karl Paul with Colonel Shoot.

Oh.

And I was at Peshwa.

The day we tied 40 men to the barrels of the field guns and blew them to pieces with blank charges.

Really?

It was war, surely.

It was mutiny.

It was their country.

And this country?

Who does it belong to, hmm?

Does this country belong to the black fellas?

They were here first, sir.

Good night, sir.

Good night, sir.

Good night.

I was there to return back.

The old store turned back.

The old turn back.

Only like her did not.

He was never seen again.

Poor man like her.

How you do you?

I do.

I simply do.

I intend to cross this country, Miss Matthews.

You will.

I know you will.

All the way from Melbourne in the south to the Gulf of Carpentaria in the north.

All the way back again.

You will, my darling.

When I return, when my name is on everybody's lips, when all of Melbourne is beating a path to my door.

Oh, then look at my show.

Oh, I must have begged.

Oh, give them a show.

Never forget.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh, come on.

Come on.

They'll have to swim.

I'll never do it.

Mr. Landhouse, any doubts or can see that the boat wagon will not carry a camel.

I might turn behind you, Mr. Burke, that I have jurisdiction over the camels.

They're in my care.

Then you will have to swim as well.

All right, let it go.

31st August, 1860.

11 days and 130 miles out of Melbourne.

We encountered our first major obstacle, the Murray.

Oh, come on.

Oh, come on.

Oh, come on.

Oh, come on.

Ready to burn?

Come on.

Keep it going.

Keep it going.

Keep it going.

He's mad.

He's Irish.

I don't think Mr. Landhouse is back.

What's your back?

I've seen them before in the Punjab.

Glory, boys.

You think he's an officer and a gentleman, don't you?

He's all bully and bance.

Down, down.

Down, down.

You turn on your one by one.

You are especially.

Oh, no, no, no.

Hey.

Oh!

Hey.

Hey.

What's he want?

Go ahead, I'll look.

Hey.

Hey.

Hey.

Hey.

Hey.

Hey.

I know it's Bill Wright.

I've known Bill Wright all my life.

What do you mean?

What do you mean?

What do you mean?

I'm a bad guy.

What do you mean?

I'd certainly give it a lot of thought.

I'd be better than sitting around listening to the derelict like you.

Oh, thank you.

It's wonderful.

Tom Payne's pub, Imminindi, on the darling.

This is the edge of the known world.

It has taken us two months slow going to march 500 miles.

And still we have no word of our great rival, McDoule Stewart.

Mr. Burke has picked up with a local man called Wright.

He continues to quarrel with Mr. Landell's.

Things cannot go on as they are.

Shit.

I'm crying.

I'm crying.

I'm crying.

I'm crying.

The door's steward's gonna bolt her out of sight.

I'll never catch you.

I'll never get anywhere at this room.

There's too many others.

That's the trouble.

There's too many others.

There is too many others.

I'll never get anywhere at this room.

I'm crying.

I'll never get anywhere at this room.

I don't think it's just me.

I'm crying.

What's this?

It was my grandmother.

Oh, Mr. Burke.

Tell I adore you.

Gentlemen, this is Mr. Wright.

He knows the country like the back of his hand.

Here, Mr. Gray will accompany the advance party as far as Cooper's Creek.

It's a terrible bloody stretch of ground, Mr. Wills.

Mr. Wills won't mind that, will you?

English welcome hardship, don't they, Wills?

They like to suffer.

Nobody likes to suffer, Mr. Burke.

Oh, I have seen it in his eye.

Back! You've sold it! You've sold the rum!

I am!

What's left of it?

You're bloody mad.

Steady, Mr. Landau's.

You're raving. You've already dumped the lime juice at Swan Hill.

Now the rum!

We were top heavy.

I would remind you, Mr. Burke, that I have charge of the camels.

It was I who traveled to Peshawar and from Peshawar to the Afghan markets to buy them.

I drove them down to Karachi. I shipped them to Melbourne.

I have spent nine months on the most intimate acquaintance with them,

and I undertook to serve under you.

Despite the best advice of educated men who wouldn't trust you to find your way from beach worth a wangarata,

I came on the express understanding that the camels were in my charge.

I know them. I know what they want.

Rum. Rum, Mr. Burke. What? Mr. Landau's.

The rum you planned to sell are for ten shillings of barrel!

Eight! Eight!

I mean to cross this country, Mr. Landau's.

I mean to be the first white man to do it.

And I mean to walk every step of the way with whosoever of you poor, lost souls are good enough to keep up with me.

And you, sir, may do as you please.

That's rich. Oh, that's rich, that is.

I'm going to tell you something, Mr. Burke.

Something it obviously hasn't dawned on you, yes.

Have you any idea why on the stambroze kite put this hungering great open charge at this expedition?

Hey!

Because he was chasing after the harlot from the princess theatre and kite wanted a clear run at her.

Yeah.

King hit Mr. Burke.

I have upit varsane.

Behind the hump and pack my instruments in front.

I can thus ride on keeping my journals and making calculations.

I need only stop to take precise bearings.

I need only stop to take

No, it's not.

No, no, not.

Tada, thyar,atur, el jambi.

I thought that war was illegal.

Um, brah, ken porn,

from me.

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7

Oh, it's not my brother's been here good.

Now, look, good.

The rainbow serpent.

The blacks call it the mother of all creation.

Fits like a glove.

We'll not stop.

Why?

We've got water.

All right.

And it's foul.

We could boil it.

It's a bit like a church, Mr. Wills.

A spot like this.

They might take a dim view of us, stop it here.

Oh, it doesn't mean much to me.

They're a crafty lot.

They've enough what they might do next.

What are you talking about?

We'll go on.

Mr. King!

I'm easy.

We're not stopped.

We'll go on.

Please, we like it, isn't it?

We're going.

Hey up.

Very well, Mr. Burke.

Get in!

Come on!

You, God.

Maliguda.

Bobo-o.

Maliguda.

I'm here.

Come on down!

Hey, hey, hey!

Hey, hey, hey!

Hey, hey, hey!

Hey, hey, hey!

Oh, come on.

Oh, come on.

Hey, hey, hey, hey!

Oh, come on, you're there.

So anybody hurt?

I don't think so.

Check your packs.

Secure your packs and collect your goods.

We did a quick.

We did a quick.

Good nose horses on.

Yes boss.

What's special?

Now, if you're rich about you.

Mr. Burke.

Might not be pretty.

Come on, you run.

Go lively.

That's a teacher.

I was going to do about five years ago.

Blast.

Bigger's a tough job you ever saw.

And you, Sam, riches.

And goes to the right.

So come here, dog.

Give the hat for a moment.

I think it's salvageable then.

Mr. Burke.

She's coming back.

No, get it.

Get it out of my way.

Look.

Look.

Look.

Look.

Look.

Look.

IZ

I'm going to get out of here!

I'm going to get out of here!

It was killed at your table on the Danube.

7th of July 1854.

First white man killed in the Russian campaign.

First British officer anyway.

I'd have been there myself.

But I missed the boat.

James Thomas Burke.

Jamie.

He died a hero, Mr. Wells, on a fool's mission.

He led the assault himself.

He was the first man out of the boats.

Knowing he was doomed.

Took two dozen Russians to cut him down.

He took eight of them with him.

They counted 33 wounds on him.

Afterwards.

Saver, Bane, at Lance, bullet holes.

33.

And his head was severed from his body.

A glorious death, Mr. Wells.

A glorious death.

A capital.

We are now half way to Cooper's Creek.

And I have asked Mr. Wright to return tomorrow to Menindy.

That's 200 miles.

He will secure the stores and bring the main party on up to Cooper's Creek.

Now if any of you lardicans have a mind to go back with Mr. Wright,

now is the time to say so.

A capital.

A capital.

A capital.

A capital.

A capital.

A capital.

A capital.

The first day of November, 1860, latitude 22 and a quarter degrees.

Temperature, 120 degrees Fahrenheit.

Have not found water for three days.

We still have 80 gallons strapped to the candles.

But we must become more frugal than we have been.

Surprisingly, the candles have more difficulty negotiating the sand dunes than the horses

due to their seeming inability to climb steep slopes.

We have often to travel around hilly sections rather than take a more direct line.

Mr. Burke keeps up a hard pace.

I have not met a man more determined.

Physical exhaustion does not seem to be an ailment from which he suffers.

Yes, what happens to you?

Convets.

There's heavy water burning all over the place.

That's all I have except not to redeem.

Thank you.

Whoo!

Ha!

Ha!

Ha!

Ha!

Ha!

Ha!

Unh!

Ah!

Ah!

Oh!

That's a motor!

Hee!

Oh!

All those are here!

Hee!

Ha!

Ah!

Whoo!

Ah!

Whoo!

Woooo!

Oh!

Oh!

Oh!

Oh!

Oh!

Wednesday, the 11th of November, 1861.

That had you 21 degrees.

To our immense relief with only four gallons left in our water containers,

we arrived at Cooper's Creek at 3.15 p.m.

It is hardly the creek we would expect you.

It would be more accurately described as a river.

Hey, Sally, Sally, come here.

Come on.

You're not coming in, Mr. Leeds?

Look, I can give you that colour, named

Hamilton.

}, a remind Operation

Oh, who? Who's this?

The damage is here, man. There's something in my chest.

Oh, get him back!

Oh, the beast is right there.

What the hell?

You're not a hammer!

What's up, buddy? How are you?

No, I'm not.

You're going to get the rest of the patch on.

No! Quick, quick, quick, quick, quick, quick.

How are you guys?

No more.

Wait, wait, wait. Come on.

How's that?

Oh, no! No more.

No more.

Oh, that's right.

Oh, it's inside the line.

No!

Two feet over.

He's right inside the line.

He should be back in three months.

You see me?

For it to most.

The luck in running will be back in a month and a half.

Oh, is that a tank?

Oh, look! Is that a tank?

Can't go!

Oh, it's right here.

Oh, no! No! No! No, no!

Not now!

What's up, buddy? I'm finding you, buddy!

What are you going to sleep out there?

I should depend on you to wait here at the depot until they return.

Mr. Rice would be up from a nindie with Dr. Becker in the main party in a couple of days.

You wait till I'm on fire.

You watch out for the blacks.

You're out!

You should build that stuck aid.

And if any of them give you any trouble, give them a hot bottom.

Out!

Einhezen Hinton.

No more!

No more!

That was no more!

You have good German, Mr. Berke.

No more!

A few words.

Come on, Shin-Bend!

Sherm, what you made of!

Yes!

No!

No more!

No more!

No more!

No more!

No more!

No more!

No more!

No more!

No more!

No more!

No more!

No more!

No more!

No more!

No more!

Hey!

Charlie.

He's not old as I am.

He's afraid, sir.

He told me so.

I know him.

Whoa!

Hey!

Hey!

Hey!

Hey!

Hey!

Come on!

I can't do it, Herman.

One more!

I'm right, Junior.

I can't do it.

I need someone I can depend on, don't Mr. Wright gets there.

You're the best man I've got.

Come on!

Come on!

Is that clear?

You may depend on it, sir. I'll be here.

Hi! Yes! Come on!

Hey, two or seven!

Hey!

Hey!

Hey!

Hey!

Hey!

Hey!

Hey!

Come on!

Hey!

Hey!

Hey!

Hey!

Hey!

Hey!

Hey!

Hey!

Holy! Holy!

Army yourselves, gentlemen!

Whoa!

What is this?

Oh, my God!

It's fish, sir.

I can see it's fish, sir.

Thank you, Mr.

Fine fish.

Thank you, Mr.

Thank you, Mr.

Fine fish.

Thank you, Mr.

Thank you, Mr.

Fine fish.

Hey, Mr.

Fine fish.

If we...

Cricket pull.

Cricket pull.

Yeah, you try.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Good.

Good.

Thank you.

Good.

Thank you.

If he only wants to play...

Don't drop.

Not with me, doesn't.

Go on.

Go on.

Go on.

Go on.

Go on.

Go on.

You've got my cricket bag?

Well done, Charlie.

Well, you can't trust him.

You can't give him an inch.

I'm determined to proceed with the height of the summer, but no line open to my rear, no doctor.

It's madness.

It's folly.

That's what a man like Gregory will say.

It's what the whole world will say if I fail.

Or wrong, he hit it Irish, and lost his way from beach west to linger at her.

But if I succeed, what will I last say then?

What do you think, Mr. Holmes?

One dash to the Gulf?

Well, I think it's a bad bargain.

I think it's madness.

Of course it's madness.

It's a risk.

It's a big risk.

But that's why you're left, Devon.

That's why I left Galway, to take a big risk.

What else are we to do?

We're sitting on back sides for three months, waiting for a change in the weather.

I'm not doing it.

I'm not sitting here, swatting flies, while that little drunken ass of a Scotsman beats me to the Gulf.

We should establish a base camp here at the creek.

We should wait for Mr. Wright to come up from in India.

It's in dispatches back to Melbourne.

And survey the country to the northeastern. It would be the prudent thing to do.

Those were our instructions.

You have your instructions. I have mine.

Survey what you like. Map what you like.

But my instructions were to get there first.

It's 1,500 miles to the Gulf and back. If we're lucky, if it rains to the north, and I think it will, we could be there in back in three months.

Two. We'll cut it fine. Three.

That's nice.

Copy to it.

She wrong, Mr. Brahm.

You're the best man I've got.

It's not Mr. Mills.

Thank you.

Good-bye, Mr. Brahm.

Good-bye, Mr. Brahm.

I'm going to try this one.

Are you afraid, Mr. Brahm?

Maybe he'll watch out for them black girls, Melbourne.

Don't let them give you any change.

Billie?

What's that? My name is Billie.

Hi!

Billie, I'll just make sure that Billie's done.

We'll get back off the Hill.

We're going to see you here.

The

Sunday, 15th of December, 1860.

Billie having been short and our report's finished.

The advance party numbering, Mr. Brahm, Mr. Gray, John King and myself.

The part today from Cooper's Creek for the Gulf.

From this point on, we must write our own map.

We carry supplies sufficient for three months' march, calculated at half rations.

We will have to supplement our dart with what we can find along the way.

We're cutting it fine.

The harshness of this land is quite deceptive.

When one talks of desert, one imagines the rolling sandhills of Egypt,

such as we encountered on the way up to Cooper's Creek.

The desert we now find ourselves in is quite different.

The jagged granite rocks are extremely angular and play havoc with the tenderfoot panels of the camel.

The temperatures are regularly over 100 degrees.

Water is very scarce or almost non-existent.

We are travelling north-west by north,

ever ground that is so honey-combed by the hulls of rats,

that the camels are continually in danger of falling.

Quite your lips.

I'm all right.

It's so far then.

And not suffering, I assure you.

Not yet, Mr. Worlds.

But you may expect to.

You can look forward to it.

Who knows that.

everyone.

Mr Wed.

Oh, thank you.

Give me something for him.

I fell Instructional.

Won't you do it to the Queen's palm?

Oh, wow.

I came from Canada

I'm tired.

Perhaps.

A little.

You look tired.

Yes, well, I lost a compass.

Have you now? Do you have another?

Yes, but...

Does it have north-south-east and west on it?

Yes, of course it will then.

Have you seen these?

Look.

Look.

Sea shells.

Gregory was right and stirred.

He dreamed of an inland sea.

And he found this fearful desert.

But he was right.

Years ago.

Millions of years ago.

This was the sea bay.

Colossal reptiles lived and died here.

Xyosaurus, plasiosaurus, and herds of mosasaurus,

fed on its shores.

You need not worry, Mr. Bert.

I will not be the wonderful behind.

You don't eat.

You don't drink.

You stay up half the night with your books.

Carry too much.

You may think it's hard on yourself.

I need my instruments.

I have my observations to make.

Only this evening I observed an eclipse of Jupiter's first satellite.

It has never been observed from these latitudes before.

I have made assurances to the committee.

Hang that I made you.

You must understand me, Mr. Bert.

My adventure.

I do not wish to carve my name on the map of this country.

Nor do I look forward with any relish to the prospect of leaving my bones to bleach out here.

If I must, if death come, I hope I shall meet it as it demands.

I will be one step behind you as far as we may go.

But it is your wish to conquer this country.

I wish only to see it with my own eyes.

Take the temperature of the water.

97.4 degrees.

On the shady side, Mr. Bert.

Capita.

Capita.

Capita.

Capita.

Capita.

Capita.

Capita.

The herald angels sing, glory to you, for King,

O herald angels sing, glory to the new born King.

Glory to the new born King, glory to the new born King.

Amen.

Ha ha ha ha.

Well, have a Christmas, Mr. Burke.

Merry Christmas, Mr. Wells.

Merry Christmas, Mr. Wells. Merry Christmas.

John. Merry Christmas.

John, be happy, Christmas.

John.

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God.

We've had another letter from that chap right.

Oh.

Right.

Burke's man.

Seems he picked him up on the darling.

After George left, promised him 500 pounds.

Good?

A man's a mongrel.

Pumpkin.

Oh, Chef.

Still, we'd better give him the go here, do every of you.

We can't be wrong, just leave him sitting there.

A word gets around.

Oh, I can't have that.

Mind you, now that McDowell's Stuart's on his way back to Adelaide,

we're in the clear.

Speak for yourself.

If the show goes bad, if those men burn up in the desert,

all youth lost as a few thousand pounds,

I'm the one who gets the blame on the bloody laughing stock.

You worry too much, Sir William.

You smile too much.

Merry Christmas, uncle.

Ladies and gentlemen, I should like to propose a toast.

Oh, master.

Mr. Burke.

Mr. Burke.

And all his men.

And all his men.

And all his men.

Chin up, Mack.

It's not lying, money.

It's not lying, Mack.

It's not lying, Mack.

THAT advancing by me even.

Guys, it's11 today.

Oh, controversial.

Who cares?

Mm.

Still here, then, Bill.

Still here, mate?

Mm.

Now, Harry, then?

Now, Harry, mate.

Well, Burke won't get far this time of year.

When I get word from Melbourne on my wages,

that's when I'll start to hurry.

Mm.

Hello, Akbar.

Hello, Akbar.

A shahadu and ela, ela, ela, ela.

A shahadu and mohamadan Rasulullah.

A shahadu and mohamadan Rasulullah.

Aaah.

There's a right.

Thirty-six.

And, boy, the idiot ain't for the alternative.

Yeah, fishing day in here, they ain't for the alternative.

But for Christmas day, we have large twelve hours a day,

seven days a week since leaving the Koopa four weeks a bit.

We cross the Tropic of Capricorn in the night.

The dampness of the atmosphere prevents any evaporation,

and gives one helpless feeling of lassitude,

such as I have never before experienced.

The slightest exertion induces instant suffocation,

beaches and mosquitoes all over us.

Aaah.

Aaah.

Aaah.

Aaah.

Aaah.

Aaah.

Good shot.

Boy, Billy, boy, boy.

Aaah.

Aaah.

Aaah.

Aaah.

Aaah.

Aaah.

Aaah.

Aaah.

Aaah.

There'll be nearly there.

There'll be nearly in the car.

The car's Charlie, just think of it.

You'll think of it.

Well, I can think of that as a touch.

I'll never see you again.

That's an attack.

There'll be a touch.

It's all the way.

Oh, he's proud of you.

You all right?

No, he's...

No, he's in the head.

Salt.

Salt.

Wisdom wheels.

Salt.

It tastes like salt, Mr. Will.

It's fresh.

Brackish, we'd dammit.

Smells like an old fishing village.

It's salt water, Mr. Will.

It is the sea.

It is salt.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh, this should.

We're going to visit our company.

We're playing egg.

Oh.

away!

Oh.

Oh!

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Well, she's wangar at her. She led me quite a dance.

It was worth the dancing, Mr. Burke. You can tell that at a glass.

And when I'm home, I'll marry her so all the world can see.

As promised, we all present ourselves, so God bless thee.

My Lord's ladies and gentlemen, I give you Mr. and Mrs. Robert O'Hara Burke.

Mr. and Mrs. Robert O'Hara Burke.

Oh, don't like fish tonight.

Whoops.

Morning, lads.

I'm so sorry.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Ohh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Uh.

There's something you must do for me when we get back.

It won't take you five minutes.

What's that?

You never seen Miss Julia Matthews?

Oh, yes. Yes.

Once or twice at the Princess Theatre.

Is it the Bohemian girl I think it was?

She's led me a dance, that woman, up and down the colony.

Back and forth across the digging's making her first class go to myself.

She's to from Beechworth to Wangerretti, you may have heard.

I heard you lost your way.

I lost my head, Mr.

The tale got around.

I didn't deny it.

I had the young lady's reputation to think of.

I've missed a lot of boats in my time.

I've spent my life arriving late.

I've stayed until now.

I've been too often in the wrong place at the wrong time.

But when I return...

When my name is on everybody's lips...

You'll marry.

I have her promise.

I don't want you there, Captain Meribull.

Best man.

We have your word on that.

That's what my sister calls me.

Jack.

I'll give him a show.

I'll give him a show.

They'll never forget.

Look at Billy.

He knows where he is.

Billy boy!

Billy!

Happy hire!

You're happy hire!

You know where you are, don't you?

He?

The new boy.

You know you're famous.

Hey, first across the country.

I have your word on that, Jack.

Best man.

I have your word as an Englishman.

You have my word.

We'll go like the devil back down to the coop.

We'll have to.

We'll call it wine.

We'll pick up Charlie and Johnny,

and we'll do it in half the time.

We've half the Russians.

Just tell me a lot away.

We know the track.

You haven't forgotten it, have you?

We blazed a trail.

We wrote them up.

Billy!

Billy!

Billy boy!

Billy!

I dreamed that soot has sought my hand,

that nights upon bended knee.

And with those who made on that coddle withstand,

they pledged their faith to me.

And I dreamed that I'd not know

where my walls came from my hand.

My name's Tom Pine.

From a nitty.

I was not raped, but charmed me most,

that you loved me still, the same,

that you loved me, the loved

based hill was seen, that you loved me

and loved me still, the same.

Is it dear, where are you?

I'm not a man with a rope to him but so go.

Never got there.

You never went in it, you never sent the money.

You're bloody smack, they'll die out there.

Bucks are lying on those men at Cooper's Creek and they can't hold on, not without right.

What's wrong?

Wrong as Matthew's.

Who are you?

Oh, Billy.

What's wrong?

It's Bill Rightness.

He wants to know when he's going to get his money before he leaves the settle district.

You should have gone weeks ago, before Christmas.

Mr. Berg?

He's lost.

He's not lost.

He'll die.

Miss Matthew, is it?

You don't care, do you?

Ray, do you?

You don't care.

My dear young lady is this?

You sit here doing nothing.

All you care about is the race of Dorsey's back in Adelaide, the race is over, that's all that matters to you.

You've got no right to talk to me like that.

No, you have every right, sir.

I'm his wife.

And Rose?

And as for you, madam.

I have one request.

In future, you'll ask your husband to stop stuffing the grubby little notes under my dressing room door.

Oh, my dear.

Matthew.

Oh, my dear.

Oh, my dear.

Oh, my dear.

Oh, my dear.

Oh, my dear.

You're getting nervous.

Oh, my dear.

Okay.

Okay.

Okay.

Okay.

Okay.

Okay.

Okay.

Okay.

Okay.

Okay.

Okay.

Okay.

Okay.

Okay.

What's happening?

Where were you?

There's pattern.

What's over there?

Where were you?

Where were you?

I was doing a bloody creek fishing.

Fishing?

Every day you're fish.

Do you ever catch anything?

No, there's no fish there.

It's crawling this fish.

It's a black saw for this fish all the time.

Oh, then why don't we take it?

It encourages them.

I don't think they need any encouragement, Halvin.

Feels alright.

Where is he?

Should have been here weeks ago.

Mr. Brooks been going for three months.

Could have gone off some of the darling and back again half a dozen times.

Where's the devil is he?

He's not coming.

Says who?

He's dead.

Go back to bed.

He's sick.

They're all dead.

Bird.

Wheels.

A whole lot of them.

Right's never coming up.

We're going to be here forever.

Can we rot?

Nothing to do.

Nowhere to go.

But right up to you, Nottnett, will you?

He's delirious.

It's going to die here.

Just shut up.

I'll have you.

I've got to die.

I'm going to be with you.

You're going to be a bit sick.

Stop it.

I'm going to be a bit sick.

All right.

All right.

We were late.

Three months?

Four months, if need be.

As long as we must.

Mr. Burke, no comeback.

Who asked you?

We have Mr. Burke's last link for the world.

We will not desert our past.

Jack!

Jack!

Jack!

Sorry.

It was miles away.

Charlie's baked.

We're all baked, Mr. Burke.

We'll see what you can do.

Forgive me, Mr. Wells.

It's a big belly.

Your belly's just me throat's gone.

It's all right, Charlie.

Monday, 25th of March, 1861.

Sandstone camp.

130 degrees, no shade.

Dizzy.

Nobody speaks.

Mr. Burke hasn't said a word for days.

We have very little flour.

Some rice.

No pork, no fat, no sugar.

We eat the candles as they fall.

Butcher died today.

It's 200 miles to Cooper's Creek.

lemans.

In thwarted lands.

We'll be there as soon as we get WAIT was 11.

Where's Charlie?

He's ill.

He's shaming.

He hears things.

And all hear things.

And see things.

I don't think he is, sir.

Shaming.

Charlie!

Charlie?

Charlie?

Charlie!

I'm sorry, Mr. Wilson.

I couldn't help it.

It's me, Belly.

I couldn't stand it.

I'm sorry.

You won't report me.

I'm not telling Mr. Berg.

You tell him herself.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

Oh.

I'm your hat.

I hate watching it.

It must be done.

We're men, Johnny.

We're not done.

We're civilized men.

How much longer, Herman?

Herman, how much longer, man?

I mean, to the other last man left.

Well, make up your mind how much longer.

Well, make up your bloody mind, man.

Herman, make up your bloody mind.

Let's leave!

Oh, no!

Oh, no!

God love you, Billy!

Happy RV, Met.

Happy RV Bean.

Happy to we park.

You mean Los Angeles

and Spanish if you want.

saying his prayers.

To the Christ our Lord,

our Father in our heaven,

heaven, heaven, heaven.

Do you pray, Charlie?

Not as a rule, sir.

Now and then, you know,

I'm gonna got the wind up.

I'm a godless piece of work.

Always was.

Born godless.

What do you say?

When you pray.

Bit difficult to say.

Kind of exactly.

Put it in words, it's more like, um...

How about art?

Give us a hand for things like that.

Not very good with your actual words.

Don't see here, yeah.

Do you think?

The old arcedent.

Bit hard to say, isn't it?

That's a bit deaf, doesn't he?

Well, if he can't hear us out here,

I don't think he ever will.

Wake up, Charlie.

Gonna move on.

Hey.

Charlie.

We'll be here all day.

It will cost us a day.

They can't take him with us.

They can't leave him lying here like a dog.

The rest of the life's men.

We're all Charlie.

I should admit him to talk to you.

I'll take a turn.

I'd like to do this.

Say you have a breath.

I'll take a turn.

I'll take a turn.

Leave it, Mr. Wells.

There's no time for sentimentality.

Donnie.

That is the tape would be forming.

I'll find enemies.

What day is it?

What are you supposed to be for?

Sunday, 21st of April, temperature 140 degrees.

Russian's gone.

Excruciating payments in legs.

The stones so hot they burn through shoe leather.

Very nearly there.

I can eat on theemberg

Leave us alone,Q be aware.

I'm going to get it.

I'm going to get it.

I'm going to get it.

I'm going to get it.

I'm going to get it.

I'm going to get it.

Yeah.

That's all I have.

I don't have anymore.

I'm going to get it.

Oh.

Holy.

God.

Holy.

God.

Holy.

Holy.

Holy.

Holy.

Holy.

Holy.

Holy.

Holy.

Holy.

Holy.

Holy.

Holy.

Holy.

They've shifted to come.

They've found a better spot of the tree.

I just, I've been done.

Holy.

Holy.

The deputy of the Victorian exploring expedition leaves this camp today to return to Minindi.

I intend to go southeast from camp 65 to get onto our old track near Boulou.

Two of my companions and myself are quite well.

The third, Paton, has been unable to walk for the last 18 days.

No person has been up here from Minindi.

No person has been up here from Minindi.

Where was he?

Right.

Where was your man? Right.

We have six camos and two-hour old horses.

Good work in the condition.

Where are you on the run?

Today, this morning, after four months,

we left today.

I'll not chase after the Mr. Wells.

I'll not give them the satisfaction.

We could drop everything.

We'd never catch them.

Look at us.

They're baked.

The Ewan Shani's baked.

We know their track.

They have twelve horses and six camos in good working conditions.

Something might have held them up.

Delayed them.

If not.

It is 400 miles to Minindi.

Precisely.

You'll head from outholers.

It's beyond us.

Gregory did it in seven days.

We will follow his track to bake a station at Mount Douglas.

It is beyond us.

We will never make it.

What we do is what I did.

It is what I decided.

It is 100 miles.

More.

150 miles.

There's no water and there's no feed.

Now.

We will go buying Gregory's track to bake a station at Mount Douglas.

It's not clear.

It is perfectly clear.

Mr. Perk.

Yes, sir.

A seventeen hundred thousand thousand thousand dollars.

The shrinking immediately turns out to be super

itching the

hospital.

Still trying to wake.

There is no proven

left.

Sockling everywhere.

technical.

Yes, please, god.

Without Raja, we cannot carry water. We have no choice. We must turn back. Nothing now,

but the greatest good fortune can save us all.

Somebody have a window.

Hey, I think you have a window.

Oh, no, that's what you're doing.

Hey, come on, right there.

Get back, get back. Get back. Get back.

You know what they're saying?

They're saying the entire expedition was a political exercise.

A stunt?

They're saying you financed it to feather your own nest, to grab the land.

That's not true, Mother.

But God is my witness.

Then tell them.

But God's sight man, get out there and tell them.

Hey, come on.

Gentlemen, please.

There's been some talk going around, gentlemen.

Try. That's what it is.

Try.

There's not a word of truth in it, and I'll sue the first man that prints it.

I'll put it in the poor house.

Are they dead, Mr. Pfeit?

Who are you?

Answer the question.

Let me ask you a question.

Where were you when this great enterprise had its beginnings, eh?

Did you dig in your pockets to equip these men?

That's got nothing more.

Hey, gentlemen.

Birkenwills, his expedition, was the best equipped ever to leave the settled districts.

And now they're dying.

Now, you've snipped death.

And you've come flocking like vultures, looking for a scare girl.

Well, then, an old scare girl, a scare gentleman.

No villains, no plots, no subterfuge.

There was only ever this.

A dream.

A vision.

And a burning ambition to build our young land.

That remains...

One big dead, Mr. Kite.

He wants the food.

One more thing, gentlemen.

Alfred Howard and his men have left Menindee, accompanied by Mr. William Brahe.

Help! He's on the way!

Mr. Brahe?

Yes?

Mr. Brahe?

Yes?

Mr. Brahe?

Yes?

Yes?

Yes?

Yes?

Shall we dig up the rations?

I can't see the need myself.

They've been there five months, we've all we want.

What do you say?

Not much point, Mr. Kite.

Hey, that was a lot of evidence.

My friend, my friend.

Hey, hey, hey.

Hey, hey, hey.

Hey, hey, hey.

Hey, hey, hey.

Hey, hey, hey.

We can visit you.

Please help anybody.

Help me at this surface, Pastorn de N

force the

MAC,

bring faith in ¹ Lionel.

I recommend you, master.

You're right, Matador.

A bad guy.

My Dad.

Can I discuss it for you?

battling a bitchAW

I'm glad you are away.

I said must hug home you aee Have your mother Vs what boy?

tent' No, no, no, no, no!

Leave the world big but you can see your love

We will talk about that.

I'll see you for later.

Who are you?

Oh...

Goodness your children, sweet given them keeping important homes...

Are you?

Okay.

Hold up.

I am...

King.

I am...

What's up?

Oh, my God!

CHEERING

I'll be jazzed for the game!

CHEERING

CHEERING

I'm Dr. Williams.

I'm his father.

This is Miss Julia Matthews.

CHEERING

I was a cubist.

I was a farm parker.

I was a boss of the old side.

You must speak to them.

Just for a moment, just so they can see you.

So they know what you've done.

So they know.

You're alive.

CHEERING

I'm King.

I'm King.

I'm King.

I'm King.

I'm King.

I'm King.

I'm King.

It is what?

A letter.

CHEERING

I'm King.

I'm King.

I'm King.

CHEERING

I'm King.

CHEERING

I'm King.

CHEERING

I'm King.

I'm King.

Good evening, ma.

Good evening, Christopher.

Good evening, Christopher.

My lord's, ladies and gentlemen,

I know that I speak for each and every one of us in this whole tonight.

For the citizens of Melbourne, the people of Victoria,

indeed, for all the colonies of Australia.

When I say to you, well done, sir, you honor us all.

CHEERING

CHEERING

Excuse us.

Mr. John King, it gives me great pleasure to present you on behalf of the Royal Geographic Society of London,

and is graced the Duke of Newcastle with this watch.

CHEERING

There's an inscription here.

In testimony of your meritorious conduct during the late Victorian exploring expedition,

under the lamented Mr. Burke and Mr. Wells.

CHEERING

CHEERING

CHEERING

Madi, written some words.

Your excellencies, ladies and gentlemen,

it affords me much grateful satisfaction to receive this watch in recognition of my services during the late Victorian exploring expedition

in these particulars.

Your excellencies, I simply did my duty.

CHEERING

Your excellencies, ladies and gentlemen,

it affords me much grateful satisfaction to receive this watch.

Good on you, mate. Good on you, Johnny.

Good on you, Johnny.

CHEERING

They fought.

You see, in the end, there was a fight.

The last of the camels had died on the way to Baker's station at Mount Oblas.

Raja.

At the blacks, it took a cloth.

It was only an old oil cloth.

A swine attack thing.

Why?

How do I know why?

The salvages, they didn't tell me.

They can't trust them, I mean.

Savages?

They are lazy.

Dangerous.

You mad.

You're completely mad.

They may be savages, Mr. Burke.

But they've been living here for God knows how many thousands of years.

How do you think we're going to do without them?

They store an oil cloth.

An oil cloth?

They attacked me.

An oil cloth?

God, you've given us all for an oil cloth.

Good God, Mr. Burke.

Can you ever get anything right?

No!

You'll thank me for that.

When you've regained your senses.

You'll thank me.

And when I am dead, for we shall die in Mr. Burke.

Who shall I thank death?

Who shall I thank then?

Who shall I thank then?

Mr. Wells and I went out collecting nardou every day.

And Mr. Burke stayed back at camp.

Grinding sufficient for our evening meal.

It's terrible hard work.

We did well if we could collect a bag of peace each day.

Mr. Wells called the staff of life.

But you can't live on it.

You can't digest it.

You shit more than you ate.

Come on lad.

Leave him alone.

It's all right.

I've written a letter to my father.

And this is his watch.

Very well then.

But remember, I have your word.

And I know an Englishman never breaks his word.

Even an Englishman is mortal.

We did well.

Didn't we Mr. Burke?

We got there.

We did.

And they'll never take that away from us.

Never.

Or they'll do it again.

They'll do it faster.

They'll build roads.

They'll run the telegraph clear across the center.

But we got there first.

They'll never change that.

We were first.

We wrote the bloody map.

We wrote the bloody map.

Charlie, you're not a good man.

Charlie, grey dyed laughing.

He asked me to tell you that.

Tell him I dyed laughing, Johnny.

That's what he used to say.

We wept a day, Charlie died.

We all did.

We all loved Charlie.

But it was Mr. Burke that doggies grave.

We took him all day.

If we hadn't buried Charlie,

if we'd have left him lying there,

we'd have been back at the Coopers on time.

But Mr. Burke insisted.

We'll give him a Christian burial, he said.

Oh, sure.

He did things the wrong way about.

But he did them his way.

Oh.

That's the worst thing in life in the time, haven't you?

That you mean my gun?

That you mean my gun?

Why, brother, Jamie,

first white man killed in the Russian campaign.

First man out of the pot.

Seventh of July, 1854.

First man out of the pot.

I killed it, Jamie.

First white man to do it.

First white man to do it.

First white man to do it.

First white man to do it.

That's a good thing.

Top of clay.

Te,

No!

Lewis, can we meet all of the judges, or anythem?

It was the black...

You see, it was the blacks that saved me.

Mr. Burke never really understood the blacks.

We'll cut it fine.

It's to save.

We'll cut it fine, Johnny.

Well, he did that.

But he got to the golf.

And he got there first.

He led us all the way.

And Mr. Wills was one step behind, all the way.

Oh, we were proud to follow.

They did their part.

And theirs was the hard part.

If some of you had done your part,

they'd be standing here now.

I'm not sure.

I'm not sure.

I'm not sure.

I'm not sure.

I'm not sure.

I'm standing here now.

And then you'd have seen a show.

We'd give him a show, Johnny.

That's what Mr. Burke used to say.

We'd give him a show, Johnny.

We've given the money's worth.

We've given the money's worth.

We'll give them something to share with you.

We'll give them something to share with you.

And a shout about.

We'll give them a show they'll never forget.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Thank you.