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But look. You can't prove it, right?

- Well-

- You can't.

And you can't win against Carney.

So just take my advice, lady.

Grab King Carney's offer and go the hell

back to England as quickly as possible.

That way you'd make everybody happy,

especially me.

[Speaks Aboriginal Language]

So you're just going to walk away?

I learned a long time ago

not to fight other people's wars.

Wait! Wait! Wait! Mr. Drover, wait!

Please, please, please!

Mr. Drover, please! Please! Wait!

- Please. I-

- [Horse Whinnies]

Listen. You said that your dream was

to breed a thoroughbred with a-

with a bush brumby.

If you agree to help me, I-

I will give you my Capricornia.

[Horse Whinnies]

[Whinnies]

And how we gonna do a drove

with just me and my two men, huh?

Oh, crikey.

[Nullah]

Mum was a drover's boy for Fletcher.

Bandy was a drover's boy

a long time ago.

Some white stockmen like to have

an Aboriginal woman on the drove...

to keep 'em company at night.

They shave their heads,

make 'em look like boys...

and work 'em like any other stockman

during the day.

That's, uh-What do you call it?

- Exploiting them.

- Exploiting, yes.

Anyway, we're still in trouble.

We gotta have seven good riders at least,

and the most I can count is five.

- What have we got? We've got me-

- You.

- Magarri.

- Yeah, Magarri!

- Goolaj-

- Great.

We got Daisy. Nice ride.

And, uh, Bandy. Good work.

Oh. What about Mr. Sing Song?

Mr. Sing Song, ride horse?

- Hey. Don't look at me.

- Sing Song, me real good cooker.

Cook's wagon at best.

We got five, right? It's not enough.

We need two more experienced riders.

I did that run once back in 1935...

with Magarri, Dingo Jones

and the Drongo brothers-

Drongo brothers.

- true knights of the outback.

- Mr. Flynn. Can you ride?

- I can.

- I won't carry a drunk.

But don't.

I ride'em real bloody good!

I drove those no-good cheeky bulls

into the big, bloody metal ship.

- All right. Five and a quarter.

- Six and a quarter.

What?

Lady, this ain't trotting

in Kensington Gardens.

[Scoffs] Mr. Drover, I could show you

a thing or two about horses.

Pretty sure, when it comes to horses,

there's nothing you can show me.

- Bring the horse.

- You can't be serious.

Bring the horse.

- Oh, this should be interesting.

- [Men Chuckle]

Move along! Move along!

Rah! Rah!

- Move along!

- [Lowing]

Rah! Rah!

- What are you doing?

- Shoo! Shoo!

Rah, rah! Rah. Rah! Move it!

- Lady Ashley-

- Move it! Move it! They're going the wrong way.

Rah! Rah!

Rah! Rah!

Oh! It's easy.

Stubborn things. Silly cows.

- Hey, hey, hey. What the bloody hell you doing?

- Come on.

You're scattering them all over the place.

Get up the back there, up the tail.

Get up there. Go, go, go, go, go!

Don't let 'em break away.

[Aboriginal Language]

Go on.

- [Lowing]

- Run, you cows! Move, you cows!

We're trying to get the cows up there.

- Not too bad, Lady Ashley.

- I've got him! I've got him!

I think we're doing pretty well.

You crazy- take all this stuff.

Where you think you going?

Shanghai?

A lady never knows

what she might need.

[Vehicle Approaching]

[Gasps]

Run, Nullah! Run! Run!

- [Nullah] Coppers! Coppers!

- Tank! Run! Tank.

Tank, Nullah! Tank!

Bandy, coppers!

Hurry up!

[Grunts]

Turn 'em loose.

[Man] Go on. Get out.

You two, check the east side.

Move, move! Hurry up!

[Aboriginal Language]

[Bandy]

Daisy's in the tank.

- [Breathing Heavily]

- Shh!

Bandy, tea. Tea.

- [Man] Where's the creamy?

- [Sing Song Speaking Chinese]

[Nullah]

Trackers.

[Squeaks]

Nullah.

Lady Ashley, Sergeant Callahan

of the Northern Territory Police.

[Daisy]

Grab the float.

I can't begin to tell you,

Lady Ashley, how the...

tragedy which befell

your late husband has...

wrung sympathy from the hearts of every civilized

man and woman in the Northern Territory.

Let me assure you, Lady Ashley...

that the suspect, King George,

will be brought to justice.

But surely a witch doctor could conceal

his own tracks, Sergeant, could he not?

Makes no difference.

It's only a matter of time.

[Aboriginal Language]

[Muffled Shouting]

[Muffled Shouting Continues]

- [Muffled Shouting]

- Shh!

Oh, incidentally, I met up with

your former manager, Neil Fletcher.

He informed me that there's a half-blood

Aboriginal child out here somewhere.

I thought we might pick him up

and put him in the good hands of the church.

I will be sure to look out for him.

Till we meet again, Lady Ashley.

[Whistles]

- Get 'em in the back, Constable. Let's go.

- [Engine Starts]

[Sarah]

They're in the tank!

[Bandy]

Drover!

[Sarah]

Drover, help them! Quickly!

Mama!

[Panting]

[Drover]

Easy. That's it. I got you. I got you.

[Grunts]

Come on, Daisy. Come on.

[Bandy]

Daisy! Daisy!

Daisy! Daisy!

[Wailing]

What?

Good with children.

Oh. Huh.

[Nullah Sobbing Softly]

Nullah.

I wanted to extend my condolences.

Go away.

Would you, uh-

Would you like to hear a story?

[Sniffles]

What story?

Uh, well, it's, uh- it's called-

- It's called The Wizard of Oz.

- What's a wizard?

Well, a wizard is a sort of...

magic man.

Gulapa.

## [King George Singing]

[Nullah]

Mama say I gulapa.

- I magic man.

- Really?

I wizard man.

We can't say

Mama's name no more.

No. Well-

Uh, anyway, there's a girl...

and there's a dog.

Ruff. Ruff, ruff, ruff!

And there's a tornado-

- Well, no. It's a- In the film, it's a twister.

- Who twister?

Oh, no, no. Twister's not a person.

It's like a big-Whoosh!

- Like a storm.

- Like the wet?

Like the wet.

Anyway,

the story takes place in a, um-

well, a faraway land...

called Oz.

- This good story.

- Oh, well-

- Got song?

- Yes, yes. Lots of songs.

I like song.

You sing'em me,

I learn'em song.

No, no, no. No.

No.

Well, I- Uh, some.

- I'll sing a little.

- Good.

# Somewhere over the, uh-

the rainbow #

- Rainbow Serpent?

- Yes.

That bloody good. Keep going.

You funny singer, but good song.

Oh.

# Somewhere #

## [Humming, Vocalizing]

#There's some birds and they-#

- Uh- Oh-

- Keep going. Come on.

# Someday I'll wish upon a- a star #

#And #

- Come on. Sing more.

- Uh-Yes.

#Wake up where the clouds

are far behind #

# Dreams really do come #

#True ##

## [Holds Higher Note]

Oh!

Dreaming song.

Mrs. Boss...

we gotta get those no-good, cheeky bulls

into the big, bloody metal ship.

That's right.

That's what dreaming songs

tell us, Mrs. Boss.

We've got to get those

no-good, big, bloody bulls...

into that metal ship.

[Cattle Lowing]

I'm sorry. I thought he could-

I thought he could do it.

Yeah, well, people don't change,

Miss Ashley.

Twister. Twister!

- No desert comes drier than Kipling Flynn, milady!

- Well done!

Well done, Kipling!

[Laughs]

Hey!

- Flynn Kipling! Yea!

- [Mutters]

- [Chuckles]

- [Chuckling] Hey, hey!

- Welcome! Welcome!

- Hey, Nullah!

- All right.

- [Laughs]

Well, Mr. Drover, I believe

we have the appropriate number.

- The appropriate number, huh?

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