Original subtitles

Far away in another life

I walked my land, proud and free

Far away from my other life

Searching alone

Far away from home.

Far away in those distant lands

Life's hard, but living is good

There the hunt leaves no blood on mine

there I rode home

Where the sun warmed the deepest fold

and the rain sleeps on rocks so old

And the night falls and stories told

I'd like to be

wandering free.

But they don't know the pain in me

'cause they can't know what I can see

I'm surrounded by a misery

I'd like to be

Always free

Far away home

Far away in another land

I walked my saunt proud and free

Now I'm torn from that distant land

I'm going home.

About half a day ahead, Boss.

And he's gettin' tired.

tell me when it gets too dark

C'monget going!

O.K. Boss

Like this?

He doesn't believe him, does he?

He believes him.

C'mon Boss!

Here

My mother is a lady

She lives in Aralagrand

My father is Chief Justice

He rules over all the land

And I'm just a copper

Who roams over rocks and sand

Shut that, will you!

It's The Copper's Lament

It's doggerel.

They could be all around we wouldn't hear them.

Wouldn't hear 'em anyway.

Stealthy black buggers.

They 'round.

We'll lose him if he gets to his tribe.

Not even our dusky friend could help us then.

No worries, Boss

He's not from 'round here.

What's he doing here then?

Escaping natural justice.

They go into enemy territory to protect their own tribe

from the likes of us.

We won't get 'im.

They'll stay in the bush blacks will.

No worries, Boss.

Not get us, too.

Too right!

Bad times are here

Trouble's comin'

What am I doin' here?

Waiting

Have to face up to that

Someone like me

Who must carry the burden

alone.

What am I doing here?

Waiting to stand

Waiting only until the right time.

It turns ahead

It sounds like some dead animal being strangled.

Dead animals don't make sounds.

No!they don't

Yeahyou know what I mean

What's up?

How far ahead is he?

He a long way, Boss.

How far?

Half a day.

Maybe more.

Chasin' shadows!

How would he know anyway? He knows!

How are we ever going to catch him?

He was half a day ahead yesterday.

And maybe more today.

We'll catch him.

Because we won't stop until we do.

And he'll stop.

He could be around the next bend fast asleep under a tree.

Yeahright, Boss.

He's not half a day ahead

We half a day behind.

C'mon, Boss!

We'll find a track.

Bush blackfella, Boss!

What y're asked is what you find.

Why don't we get up higher

where the ground's more open.

Yeahthat's good

Be easy to follow those tracks from up there!

Ohyeah.

Just watch your arse!

They're peaceful, Boss.

He's not there with them.

I want them alive.

Trooper's uniform.

Let's find out what this is all about.

What a different language.

Everybody ready?

In this land long ago

We lived our own way

Now we're no longer free

We are dispossessed

people of mine.

You came to be in possession

of a trooper's uniform

Thisthis!

they're my people

my people

Well spoken!

Nice to have a cobber that speaks English!

These are your best friends out here

and you must use them, too.

Sic transit gloria mundi

The sun passes the glorious world.

They're cannibals

Very treacherous

You have to be firm with them

They'll kill a white man in broad daylight.

Leave him alone.

He's had enough.

Kidthe government employs me for a certain duty

supply me with men, rifles and revolvers

ammunition in abundance

They expect me to use them

for the benefit of the country.

Too much bulldust yacking boss

We gotta keep after the other savage

We'll hoist it in the morning.

It's alright, Boss.

Now it's that sting

as an innocent Black

The only innocent Black is a dead Black.

Too steepyou're better off the horses.

Dismount!

Under attack!

The supplies

It's gonna be half a day getting them out of there.

We're pushing on.

Be a hungry trip, then.

Let's go!

Guns at the ready.

There's no point dwelling on it.

We're perfectly capable.

You think so, eh?

Yes I do.

But I'm not gonna let any black bastard get the better of me.

We better keep going, Boss

That tribe back there

Be stirred up now

Might be another spear

come flying straight through you.

Some men are prone to misadventure

Questions of guilt aren't always clear

Some men run from a state they can't avoid

Our men choose the path they want.

Some can't be faulted for their reasons

They need to just be intervened.

Some men hide from the memories that haunt

Our men choose the path they want.

Some men see everything to duty

Cast off responsibilities

Some regret, yet their courage sometimes saves.

Our men choose the path they want.

Some men have attitude that's righteous

Care not about the consequence

Some men fight with devout ends in sight.

Some men choose the path they walk

Some men have reached their destination

Finding their own serenity

Some men lead others to they'll recognise

That all men choose the path they walk.

Was here last night, Boss.

He had a woman with him.

Seethe bloody bush-Blacks are helping him.

I'm not sure about that, Boss

Him and that woman been jiggity-jig.

You know, Boss

Jiggity-jig!

He's too young!

You're not telling me everything

How come he's still half a day ahead?

He have no horse, Boss

He travelled fast in the bush

Are we so slow that he has time even to satisfy his unholy desires

with others of his repulsive breed?

I don't know what to say, Boss.

Did you understand what I said?

See this man

This manfor a white man

displays a particularly low level of intelligence

But he understands what you can't

BECAUSE he's a white man do you understand?

Don't get smart with me!

You're a monkey!

Yes BossI'm a monkey.

If I ever catch him

it'll be YOUR ears I'll take back with me.

You seeyou HAVE to be firm with the natives.

Otherwise they think you're afraid.

Then they won't hesitate to take advantage.

He might've got hungry back here.

Suppose you're right

Should've kept a better lookout.

And you shouldn't have killed those natives.

If you're considering mutiny you may well be next.

Nono

Just complaining

As is my right.

You do know the penalty for falling asleep at your post

Sure you can handle it?

I'm not an idiot.

The blackfella's gone.

What?

The blacktracker he just disappeared.

What are we gonna do now?

Ohdon't worry he'll be back.

No wonder we've how many others.

Hey!Whitefella bush tucker, Boss.

I don't know what you're up to but you're not doin' it again!

Fasten him to a tree!

I'm sorry

Sorry

You want to feel sorry for someone?

Feel sorry for the packhorse.

Now there's an innocent victim.

This onedon't waste your sentiment on HIM!

He won't appreciate it.

They were no longer free

We lived bound by chains

No more our landswandering

This where we're going to

I see something, Boss.

People

Not sure.

in chains.

All rightkeep moving.

Over there, Boss!

I seen something.

Some dumb blackfellas

Sure they slippery.

Chained like a dog

Now I see them!

Plenty trouble coming, Boss.

What does that mean?

That means plenty trouble coming.

We're getting closer to that fella, Boss.

Maybecouple of hours.

About friggin' time.

What's your problem.

You don't honestly believe him, do you?

Anyone can see he's not really tracking.

He's just following his nose

and hoping for the best.

Is that right?

He'll show you.

Well, get off your horse

He's not going to climb up there with you.

There, Boss.

Therewhere?

I don't see anything.

That stone was missing.

There's millions of stones.

There!

That stone belong there, Boss.

It's been kicked away.

About 2 hours ago.

Nearly dry now.

Is that all you need?

Yes, Boss.

It's enough.

Plenty sign like this.

Sorry.

Better not go on, Boss.

Why not?

Third fella missing off the horse.

He must've been thrown.

No, Boss

He's been speared.

What!?

I heard the spear whispering through the air.

Back there.

Well, why didn't you tell me?

I thought YOU was on the lookout.

Rifle!

Go and find him!

He's coming, Boss.

I'm in 'trouble coming' all right!

We'll need some bandages.

There's some in my saddlebag.

We'll have to go back

Freedom grasps opportunities

If to live in harmony

But how can we be ever free

If we let the white man be.

It's a contradiction

It's a contradiction if you're a black man

It's a contradiction

It's a contradiction if you're a white man

Freedom

Freedom

Serving them whilst freedom waits.

One shrieksanother pays.

It's a contradiction

It's a contradiction if you're a black man

It's a contradiction

It's a contradiction if you're a white man

Freedom

Freedom

Freedom

Freedom

We'll have to stop

Why do we have to stop?

Can't be our problem

We've got a job to do.

Aren't you supposed to look after your men?

Isn't that part of your job as well?

We have to leave him behind.

He's slowing us down too much.

Let's go.

Don't go

I won't make it if you do.

Please!

You can't sentence a man to certain death just to catch a blackfella!

You are to come with me!

That's an order!

He can do what he likes

Do you understand?

Do you understand?!

Don't leave me

Far away in another life

We'd all look out for each one

Can't believe their life matters now

I'd like to be

far awayhome.

What's going on?

We're waiting for him to catch up, Boss.

Move!

My God, I'll whip you, if you don't get moving!

I said move!

He's not going to!

And without him we can't catch the other one.

I'll go back and get him.

See if I can't hurry him up a bit.

You'll stand trial when we get back

Disobeying orders in a field of conflict.

Yes, Boss.

You'll probably hang.

Yes, Boss.

Poor blackfellabeen born for that nooseeh?

Too right!

What is it, this time?

That's sacred country there, Boss.

No good at night

We go across morning.

That other blackfella no go there, too.

We can push on a bit

The sooner we catch him

the sooner we'll get back.

No.

Nohe's useless no point trying.

Once the spirits get into them

No.

We'll camp back there tonight.

Ego te absolvo

a peccatis tuis

in nomine Patris, et Filii

et Spiritus Sancti

Amen.

I'm not sure, Boss.

Maybe there.

Maybe down there, Boss.

Why would he go down there?

I don't know, Boss

Thirsty?!

Maybe drink water

Why always up and down?

Why always the rough ground?

Can't help where that blackfella goes.

You black bastard!

I'm gonna kick your arse!

Sorry, Boss!

I can't swim!

Need some space, Boss

These horsesthey're covering his tracks.

I have no doubt

that you tried to kill me down there.

One more false move

and I'll return the compliment.

No hard feelings, Boss.

Are you okay?

Bring me that other bloody horse!

Drop the gun!

There are innocent women and children

Drop the gun!

What are you thinking?

Shut up!

Now give me your revolver.

Nowget off your horse.

Get off!

Now lie down!

No!

They'll have you for this.

I'm your superior officer

This is mutiny!

You'll hang

Stand up!

Stand up!

Now

We're going to go on

and capture this fugitive that we've been after.

Then youand hewill both stand trial for murder.

If you behave between now and then

I'll testify to that.

I might just recommend leniency.

You are a DEAD man

I'm your only way out of here!

You'll die in here!

You won't survive without me!

I'm in charge!

They'll give me a medal for it.

And they'll hang that blackfella!

I'll see to that.

And you

They will flog you

to the very edge of existence.

Get some bush tucker now, Boss.

We nearly had him, eh Boss?

Nearly caught that bastard savage today.

Black bastard's probably trying to poison us.

I want yours.

See!

Treacherous bastardhe won't do it proves my point!

Good tucker, Boss.

I must admit I've come across 1 or 2 natives during my travels

who were good.

I once worked with a tracker I could trust.

I mean really trust

As a white man can be trusted.

He was full-blood like you.

Not one of these half-castes

who seem to take on the worst characteristics of both races

Nohe was a man

And he was a splendid tracker

like you.

He never failed me

Over stonesthrough spinifex over high ranges

Swamps and long grass

And if he ever lost the tracks for a few minutes

his instinct would direct him

And on he'd go.

And he understood that we whites are here for a purpose

That tradition points to the fact

that the natives were once better than they are.

They've deteriorated in their moral worthand if

If they're not taken in hand, then

They'll be worse than ever.

Well, this black tracker

Despite his natural-born ignorance

Well, he figured I was the man for the job, and

He may well be right.

You could not serve Almighty God any better

than by improving the poor degraded creatures.

I've seen that the Blacks can be made tractable and docile

But you have to be both firm and kind with them.

And you can teach them to work for their own interest.

You can impress upon their minds that they mustn't kill each other

They must not kill the squatter's cattle they must

do unto others as they would wish themselves to be done by

And they must speak the truth now

if I were given the resources, then I would establish

a chain of ration depotsI

I'd collect the Blacksand I'd feed and clothe the old and infirm

And some of the others at times

I would raise their condition

all of their conditions

by diplomacy and kindness.

It's a dream I have.

My tracker's still alive

Pretty old now, but doing well

I see him from time to time

when I'm in town.

I helped him get a little cottage on the outskirts

and he lives their quietly with his gin.

I taught him the white way and he's a happy man.

He owns ports, he says.

Hey, Bosshow's it goin'?

When are you gonna teach all those other Blacks

the proper way to live?

And it hurts me to have to tell him Not yet.

Notyet.

But then I quote him a little poem

And he's happy again.

The world is full of beauty

And other worlds above

And if we do our duty

It might be full of love.

Now I don't know if any of that means anything to you

But if it does, I'd like you to think upon it

You are charged with the murder of innocent people

How do you plead?

Who the hell are you?

On behalf of my people and all people

I'm your judge and jury How do you plead?

Wake up!

I find you guilty as charged.

By your action, you have forfeited the right to live

among your fellow humans.

I sentence you to hang by the neck until dead.

You can't do that!

Sic transit gloria mundi.

Nothe bastard

The glorious world.

Ego te absolvo a peccatis tuis

You have taken my country

Fought me, killed me

exterminated by your hand

I have longed of my being

Empty, derided for decades in what was my land

And I can never return

Until there's contrition

And we can learn

Read my history.

I belong for my country

I still remember the spirit that lives in my land

But I can only forgive

When there is contrition

Where we at last face my history.

And so I will only forgive

When there is contrition

And I can chain down my history.

Come on!

Here I am!

Come and get me!

Got me plurry big headache, Boss.

I guess we should take him down.

Andahbury him best we can.

Been Laptisa warning to the white fellas, Boss.

Got to leave him.

Don't want us to stir 'em up them Blacks any more.

Right

You're right

We better go after that blackfella, Boss.

Now.

Right.

Goodeh, Boss?

I think we should stop for a rest.

Too many blackfellas around here, Boss

We want to keep goin'.

I'm convinced very close now, Boss.

No!

We better go with them, Boss.

See what they want.

He wants your rifle, Boss.

You better give him now!

No way I'm giving him the gun.

You listen to me carefully

You do what I tell you to do

and you won't do anything that I don't tell you to do.

That wayyou will survive.

Give the man your rifle.

That's the man, Boss.

He says he not kill a white woman, Boss.

Him far awaywhen she killed.

We should take him in.

We have to take him in.

He can tell that to the court.

The court already find him guilty, Boss.

Blackfella

He can't get to it anyway.

Why?

Why did you do that? You said he was innocent.

Tribal justice, Boss.

He'd broken the law.

Aboriginal law.

Back at the waterhole

With the woman

He rape her.

She's wrong skin for him.

But you're a Christian.

I heard you give absolution.

God respects aboriginal law

as much as He respects whitefella's law.

Maybe more.

Now if you want to stay alive

You better be quiet

and follow me.

Them blackfellas

Probably cooked him and ate him.

You know

We all cannibals.

You wait here

I get them horses.

Horses!?

They cut up the creek.

Soyou can ride?

I suppose you can swim, too?

You know how to get back?

I think so.

My land is far away, Boss.

But always I can find it.

I wonder who did kill that woman.

Probably whitefella, Boss

Shiftythieving

dishonest mob!

Can't trust 'em one bit.

Always I've hope

For my struggle

Have to keep roving on

Do all that can be done

Searching for one

Who will carry the burden within me.

With hopes, on we head

Until we find a way

For all of them

To respect what we say

Butand then

It's not our shame

Chain our handstake our land

We stay.

That's where our future goes

Searching for those

Who will carry the burden with us

All ways lead home.