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All right? I work on commission.

No man hires me, no man fires me.

- Oh-

- Everything I own...

I can fit in my saddlebag,

which is the way I like it.

Oh! Yes, well, it's all-

all very "outback adventure," isn't it?

- I'm not saying it's for everyone.

- No.

Definitely not for everyone.

Most people like to own things.

You know, land, luggage, other people.

Makes them feel secure.

But all that can be taken away.

And in the end, the only thing

you really own is, uh-

is your story.

Just tryin' to live a good one.

Yes, yes. An adventure story.

Mmm. You sound just like my husband.

[Chuckles]

[Gasps]

Oh!

Oh, they're kangaroos!

- Big reds.

- Oh! Lovely.

- Beautiful.

- Oh, yeah, yeah. Beautiful.

[Sarah] I've never seen a kangaroo.

Beautiful, jumping.

- [Drover] Yeah, they're jumping.

- Oh!

Oh, it's beautiful.

- Uh-

- Oh! Look at them jumping!

- [Gunshot]

- [Screams]

Ah!

[Chuckles]

[Gasps]

[Whispers]

Mr. Drover.

Hey, Miss Boss.

Tucker, Mrs. Boss?

- Mr. Drover.

- Yeah?

- There's only one tent.

- That's right.

For the four of us?

Well, you know, it gets

pretty chilly here at night.

We, uh-We like to bunk up together,

eh, Magarri? Goolaj, huh?

Nice and close, you know.

[All Shuddering]

[Chuckles]

Oh!

Oh, come on, Lady Ashley.

We're just having a laugh.

Never really slept in a tent in our life.

We just bunk around the fire, you see?

- See, we're not really used to, um-

- A woman?

I suppose you think I should be

back in Darwin at the church fete...

or the ladies'. uh, whatever you call it.

Well, I will have you know

that I am as capable as any man.

Guests. We're not used to guests.

That's what I was about to say.

But now you mention it, I happen to

quite like the women of the outback.

But they're mostly native women.

Aboriginal women.

They're very easy to, uh-

[Clears Throat]

to get along with, if you try.

# Whoa, babe

something is bothering me #

[Aboriginal Language]

Go!

- Ho!

- Him always punctual.

[Groans]

- [Laughs]

- Get out of here!

- [Sarah] What's that?

- Your accountant.

[Woman] Hey, Drover!

He's your bloody problem now!

- See you, Drover!

- [Snoring]

[Whimpers]

Kippelly Flymm.

- Kippelly Flynn.

- I'm sorry. What was your name again?

Lipelling Klymm, mi- mila- milady.

Kipling Flynn.

Thanks.

[Sarah]

How long till we reach Faraway Downs?

[Drover] Oh, we've been on it

for the last two days.

- Drover! Hey, Drover!

- Yeah, love. How you doing?

Good. Aren't you gonna stop

and have a rest for a while?

Nah, gotta make a delivery.

Put the kettle on.

- I'll be round in a couple days. Give us a kiss.

- Okay.

See you soon.

- She's easy to get on with.

- Ah, she's trouble, that one.

- See you later!

- Bye!

You and my husband

share an interest.

An interest? Really?

Come on. We all know the real reason

that my husband is out here.

Oh. Right.

You mean the breeding. Yeah.

- [Gasps] Breeding?

- Yeah.

No, we're both dead keen on breeding.

I have this idea,

which, uh-which he loves.

You might be quite excited

about it too, actually.

Now, I'm a brumby man,

but his fancy English filly, Capricornia...

has really caught my eye.

I got to admit.

She is gorgeous. Really gorgeous.

Gorgeous creature.

I've always wanted to mate an English

thoroughbred with a bush brumby.

I mean, it'd be magic, wouldn't it?

Magic.

- Imagine that combination.

- Don't. Don't you say another word.

- I know what you're implying.

- You've thought about it, too, haven't you?

Capricornia-You- Poppycock!

- What are you talking about?

- Poppycock!

[Whinnies]

Coppers.

- What are you talking about?

- You-You want-

- You want to have it on with me.

- What? What was that?

Oh, you know exactly what I'm saying.

Just like you have it on with

that poor girl you're exploiting...

and-and-and God knows how many others.

What are you talking about?

- You got a filthy mind, lady.

- You're an animal!

I wouldn't have it on with you

if you were the only tart left in Australia.

- Animal! You are a-

- Believe me, I wouldn't-

You-

[Whinnies]

[Coughs]

Oh!

[Whinnies]

Oh!

What was that?

- Stay in the car.

- No, no.

Get your hands off me.

For once in your life,

do as you're bloody told.

- [Aboriginal Language]

- [Whinnies]

[Flynn]

There she is.

Faraway Downs.

[Boy Narrating]

And that first time I saw her-

- that Mrs. Boss.

- Oh! Oh!

[Muttering]

[Mutters]

Lady Ashley, wait! Don't go in there!

[Woman Sobbing]

- [Sarah Gasps]

- [Man Speaking Chinese]

[Chinese]

I'm so sorry.

My family has had the honor of serving...

the owners of Faraway Downs

for three generations.

We know how hard this land can be.

But Lord Maitland Ashley-he-

he never gave up.

The only thing that could stop this decent

and courageous man was a spear...

from a murderous black,

the so-called King George.

And he will be brought to justice.

Let us now pray for Maitland Ashley...

that his soul may enter peacefully

through the gates of heaven.

## [Harmonica]

[Neil] Lady Ashley, we can leave for Darwin

first thing in the morning.

[Sarah]

Yes, yes. Certainly, Mr. Fletcher.

Watch the, um-

I can't understand what my husband

would have seen out here.

Yeah, this land has a strange power.

## [King George Singing

In Aboriginal Language]

## [Continues]

[Boy Narrating]

That first night, when the sun go to sleep...

King George tell me

this land be healed.

He tell'em me that woman-

that far, far away woman-

she be like the rain.

I've been thinking

I'm gonna sing her to me.

[Aboriginal Language]

- [Boy Narrating] Make the land sing.

- [Aboriginal Language]

[Chirps]

## [Boy Singing In Aboriginal Language]

## [Continues]

[Chirps]

[Chirps]

## [King George Singing]

## [Continues]

- [Gasps]

- I let you see me now.

Who are you?

I Nullah.

How did you get in here?

I make myself invisible...

with gulapa magic!

## [Singing In Aboriginal Language]

## [Ends]

What do you want?

That balanda Fletcher

been curse to this place.

But you like Rainbow Serpent.

You mien-muk.

You heal this land, so I sing you to me.

Like I sing a fish to me.

## [Sings]

## [Continues]

I sing, too...

when Mama and Fletcher...

make wrong-side business.

Wrong-sided business?

You know.

Laying down and tickling.

- Oh, my goodness.

- Me and you secret.

Oh, my goodness. Mr. Fletcher?

I got to sing to Mama to warn her...

that Lord Boss Ashley is coming down.

Maitland? I- I-

I mean, Lord Ashley?

Yeah. He plenty funny.

So that's why I took him down the billabong,

shown him all the big, fat, cheeky bulls.

Come here. Look'em. Look.

Get pushed across that river...

over to Carney land.

The bulls.

"Billabong"?

That's where Maitland was killed.

- [Nullah] But, Mrs. Boss, that spear was-

- [Door Opens]

Please don't.

Don't make'em that policeman

take away my boy.

Them coppers. That bad Fletcher.

He say you see me,

you send me to the Mission Island.

To that lock-lock.

Throw away bloody key.

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