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- Fletcher.
- It can't be proved.
Sorry.
Maitland-
## ["Over The Rainbow"]
We can't let them win.
We won't.
[Chattering]
[Drover Shouts]
Get 'em up!
- [Mooing]
- Hyah! Hyah! Hyah!
They pushed on during the night.
Maybe that little creamy
has got the blackfella magic.
Shut up, Bull!
They're gonna need more than magic
to get 'em to Darwin.
[Drover]
Hey, Nullah.
Nullah, after you're done, I need you
to help hobble these horses. All right?
[Nullah]
Yes, boss.
I never thought I'd see this day.
- We're gonna break the Drover's law.
Yes, you are, and that is why you
are gonna keep an eye on the rest of us.
All right?
- All right, everyone. Let's be upstanding.
- Good girl, Jedda. Here.
To the memory of the gentleman.
- To the gentleman.
- To Flynn!
- [Coughs]
- [Groans]
- [Exhales]
- [Coughing Continues]
I'd say one more before dinner.
## [Guitar]
## [Vocalizing]
[Chuckling]
- Let's dance.
- No.
- Come on!
- No. No.
Come on. Please?
- No. I don't know how.
- It's easy. I'll show you.
You put your hands on my shoulders.
[Giggling]
[Giggling Continues]
And you step back.
- Back. No, no.
- Oh, back. Sorry.
- I'm a bad teacher.
- Stop! [Chuckling]
- [Squeals]
- You don't drink much, do you?
No.
I'll give it a go. Come on.
I can do it. I can do it. All right?
[Nullah]
Now you do wrong-side business?
- ## [Continues]
- Uh-
No, mate. No.
We're just having a dance here.
- Ceremonial dance?
- Uh, yes. It's called the fox-trot.
Fox dance?
You gonna teach me that dance?
- Uh, you're a bit too young for her, mate.
- [Bandy] Nullah!
Get down from that tree now!
Got bad spirits up there.
[Whispers]
You're in big trouble.
[Chuckles]
[Bandy] Come on, Nullah.
Time to go to bed now.
You know better
than to go up in the tree.
Have you ever fallen
into wrong-side business?
Uh, yeah.
- Oh.
- Yeah. I was married once.
- Really?
- Mmm. To a lovely girl.
That was before I went off to war.
And what happened?
Well, I marched off
for Mother England...
and by the time I came back,
she was sick...
with T.B.
But back then, the hospitals
wouldn't treat, um, blacks.
Oh, right. I see. Yeah.
Do you have children?
- No.
- Well, that's a shame.
made a great father.
- You?
- No.
I can't.
Oh.
That's too bad.
You would have made a great mother.
Well, good night.
- Good night.
- Yeah.
[Hoofbeats Approaching]
[Aboriginal Language]
- Water no good, boss.
- No.
Might be Carney boys
already been here, eh?
There has to be water
some other place.
- Next bore is five days.
- There has to be water.
You can be sure Fletcher
will have been there as well.
- Hey, boss.
- What?
There's water three days' ride away.
We'd have to cross the Kuraman.
The Kuraman?
That's Never-Never Land. No.
- We've got to try.
- We can't.
- We've got to try.
- No one has drove the Never-Never.
You don't know where you are.
You get caught out there,
you're gonna lose more than your cattle.
I'm sorry.
Boss!
Look!
He a wizard.
He gonna sing for us.
[Aboriginal Language]
Sing?
He can find his way anywhere.
[Drover Continues]
The ancestors created songs for everything.
For every rock and tree.
They're all linked,
so when gulapa, the magic man...
- sings them in order, he'll sing us to water.
- [Grunting]
Even across the Never-Never.
[Chanting]
[Nullah Narrating]
And we went on for three days.
Every day drier-hotter.
All that dead land.
Then come that big dust storm.
Keep driving into the wind!
[Chanting]
[Sarah]
Nullah, stay close to me!
[Nullah Narrating] Them cattle stop moving.
Magarri and Goolaj stop moving.
We all stop moving.
[Chanting]
- I'm gulapa.
- [Laughing]
[Woman] Dead. All of them.
That's what he said.
to get a closer look.
Dead as doorposts they were.
- It's a real tragedy.
- How terrible!
And on the eve of the ball too.
What were they doing in the Kuraman?
[Carney]
Nothing personal, Captain...
but I got a business to run,
and you got an army to feed.
So let's not muck about.
I suppose it's not a real war
unless someone's making a profit.
[Phone Rings]
- You got 'em ready to load, Neil?
- Yeah, we're right to go.
'Cause I got a feeling the captain's
gonna put pen to paper.
All hail the king. Yeah.
[Cow Moos]
- [Moos]
- [Woman] Where'd he come from?
Oh, look.
- Hello, little sweetie.
- [Moos]
[Chuckles]
[Mooing]
What the bloody hell is that?
Gentlemen!
I'm Sarah Ashley,
owner of Faraway Downs.
We are making delivery of 1,500 head
of prime F.D. branded shorthorns.
We will require a holding yard.
- We're full.
- Says who?
- The owner.
- You must be Mr. Carney.
Too right, love.
Lady Ashley, I'm Emmett Dutton.
I'm the officer in charge
of livestock purchases.
We will accept 20% less than what
the Carney Cattle Company is asking.
No can do, love.
You're late. The contract's signed.
This contract is not binding
until the cattle are loaded.
We've got to load the cattle
on the ship before Carney.
- Get off your backsides!
- You drive 'em straight down the wharf.
I'll try and keep Carney's cattle
in the yard.
- Drover!
- Hyah!
Load!
You blokes, load!
Hyah!
Hey, Bull!
Open the bloody crush!
Come on!
Close that flamin' gate!
You missed the boat, sunshine.
Yeah. Good luck, Drover, you drongo!
Over here, Drover.
Hyah!
[Whinnying]
[Crowd Cheering]
Drover!
Push 'em straight down the wharf!
Hah!
- [Cattle Mooing]
- Hyah!
Hyah!
[Nullah]
Hyah!
driven down the wharf.
My husband must have
a problem with the loading.
[Man]
They're not Carney cattle.
- Mmm?
- It's Lady Ashley.
Get out of the way!
Looks like, uh,
we've got a bit of competition...
back in the meat business.
[Mooing]
[Moos]
Now that's it!
Hyah! Ho!
[Cheering]
Ho! Push them up!
- Hyah!
- Cheeky bulls down the wharf!
Cheeky bulls down the wharf,
Mrs. Boss!
[Whip Cracks]
- [Whip Cracks]
- [Horse Whinnies]
- Hyah!
- Get him down the wharf. That's it, Nullah.
- Get him up, Nullah.
- [Mooing]
I got the last big, bloody, cheeky bull
in the big, bloody metal ship.
[Drover]
All right!
Yea! Yea!
## [Men Singing]
Lady coming through.
There's a lady coming through.
[Shouting, Chattering]
Two Poor Fella rums, Ivan.
Shut up!
No women.
Ladies' lounge next door.
[Laughing, Jeering]
She's no lady, Ivan. She just drove
a mob of cattle across the Never-Never.
She deserves a drink like any man.
- [Cheering]
- Too bloody right.
Too bloody right.
I never drink Poor Fella alone.
[Chuckles]
[Men Cheering]
[Gasping]
Crikey!
[Men]
One, two, three!
# Where's that jolly jumbuck
you've got in your tucker bag #
- [Ringing]
- # You'll come a-Waltzing Matilda with me ##
I didn't want to see a single beast
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