Australia Page #8

- Fox dance.

- Mm-hmm.

- Back. Back.

- Step.

- Step.

- Sorry.

Let's clear out of here.

[Thunderclaps]

- There it is. First storm of the wet.

- Ahh.

What's it like?

It's beautiful.

There's millions of birds.

Creeks turn into rivers,

dry plains into lakes.

Faraway Downs

will be reborn as an island-

green and flowering

and fat with life.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Quick, quick, quick!

We'll be cut off

from the rest of the world!

- Sarah.

- Mm-hmm?

In the dry- I'll be gone, droving.

[Thunder Rumbling]

[Thunderclaps]

But right now it's raining.

[Crowd Cheering]

[Thunderclaps Continue]

[Man Whooping]

[Dorothy On Film]

Can you help me? Can you help me?

You don't need

to be helped any longer.

You've always had the power

to go back to Kansas.

I have?

But why didn't you tell her before?

Because she wouldn't have believed me.

My darling Cath!

Daddy!

Hey, Drover.

Maitland Ashley met his death...

at the hands of a wild savage, did he?

You're not part of any plan

concerning this family.

Nothing's in your name...

and if anything should happen to

my darling Cath, you lose everything.

There's no place like home.

[Squawking]

[Shouts]

[Nullah Narrating]Just like Drover say,

that rain make everything come alive.

That land, it grow green and fat...

and we all go back to Faraway Downs.

Mrs. Boss happy. Drover happy.

Even that copper Callahan happy.

Mrs. Boss say he likes her tea so much...

it gives him a blind eye-

- make me invisible, keep me safe.

- [Barking]

I hear for the first time...

- that thing called...

- [Cheering]

Christmas.

Then the rain, it stops.

And that Drover, he go droving.

That Mrs. Boss,

she always misses Drover.

- But I know he's gonna come back.

- [Whinnying]

[Drover Whistling]

Whoo! Yeah!

[Nullah Narrating] King George

tell me you gotta be looking out.

'Cause that croc,

he always watching, he always waiting.

- [Screaming]

- [Whinnies]

Hah! Get up!

[Cattle Lowing]

[Nullah Narrating]

That Fletcher, he the new king now.

[Buzzing]

Emmett, why didn't you radio?

I'm so glad you're here.

Would you get some tea, Bandy?

Geez, you done the place up nice.

I hope you don't mind.

Bandy let me in.

My father would have been proud.

It's bloody beautiful.

[Laughs]

Geez, I bet you got all the mod cons.

What do you want?

What I've always wanted-

Faraway Downs.

Bandy, call the men.

Bunchemup, Mr. Fletcher needs

to be escorted off the property-

Callahan won't be having

any more cups of tea.

I will though. Cup of tea.

Thanks, Bandy.

You know how I like it. Yeah.

It's all right, Bandy.

You know, these days,

I can pull a few strings.

I can probably bring your creamy in,

if you like.

Or... I can talk to Dr. Barker

and get you guardianship.

- I will never sell you my land.

- Your land?

My family worked this property

for three generations.

My father died

making people like you rich.

Faraway Downs belongs to me.

Just like... you believe

the little creamy belongs to you.

I'll pay you what it's worth.

Can use the money, go south,

get the little one an education.

I'll go to the highest levels

of government, to the High Court.

Beyond this country, if I have to.

An unmarried woman,

living with the likes of the Drover?

I will tell your wife he is your son!

That would be a mistake.

Kimberley spear.

Glass-tipped.

Real collector's items.

Oh! You're missing one.

Anyway, I was just out here,

checking on all the properties.

Might do a little

buffalo hunting later. Yeah.

Oh.

Did you hear about the king?

Terrible accident. Yeah.

Very dangerous place out here,

even for locals...

like the Drover and the little creamy.

You with me?

Anyway...

you ought to think about it, Lady Ashley.

After all, pride's not power.

[Door Closes]

[Whispers]

The Drover mustn't know.

Hyah! Hyah!

Drover! It's the Drover!

[Whinnying]

[Whinnies]

Hey! Yah!

- Come on, you two! Wake up!

- [Groans]

- [Both Laughing]

- Come on!

- Come on. Wake up! We got brumbies to break.

- All right, all right.

[Men Shouting]

Yeah, break him. Ride that brumby!

Ride him! Ride him!

Yea, Drover! Ride him!

Yeah, Drover! Drover!

- You a man, Drover?

- Yeah, I try to be.

Sometimes man

got to get away from woman.

Maybe.

- That's why you go droving.

- I go droving 'cause that's my job.

If you don't go droving,

you not a man.

All right, boys. That'll do.

Bring 'em down

to the back paddock, will you?

King George tell me

I gotta go walkabout.

If I a man, I gotta go walkabout.

Learn'em be a man.

Yeah.

Listen, it's up to Mrs. Boss

what you do, all right?

[Sarah] Come on inside, boys.

It's time for dinner.

I'm coming. Jedda, come on!

- [Barks]

- Come on, Jedda.

[Nullah Narrating]

One day, Captain Dutton came and visit us.

He tell Drover

about the big army drove.

## [Big Band]

[Dutton] And we need

the best stockmen possible.

- It may take six months or so.

- [Drover] Overland.

[Sarah]

Absolutely not. You just got back.

What's wrong?

I'm just not used to people

making decisions for me. That's all.

I was just expressing an opinion.

Captain Dutton was telling me about

this wonderful School of the Air.

It's conducted all across the country.

He wants to go walkabout

with King George.

That's ridiculous.

He's a little boy. It's not safe.

He'd be safer in Arnhem Land than

he would be hanging around here.

- I thought you said-

- You can't change him, Sarah.

I thought you said

it had nothing to do with you.

It doesn't.

It's just sooner or later,

you're gonna have to let that boy go.

I don't know what you're talking about.

If he doesn't go through ceremony,

he'll have no country.

He'll have no story, no dreaming.

And he'll be all alone.

This big army drove-

- Let's have dinner, shall we?

- I'm gonna take it.

[Squawking]

[Whinnying]

[Chanting]

Time to go walkabout, Mrs. Boss.

- You belong here.

- No, Mrs. Boss.

[Chanting]

[Drover]

Sarah, I gotta go.

Sarah!

[Sarah]

Drover!

Drover!

He's not down at the billabong!

Then he's gone walkabout.

He wouldn't have just left

without saying good-bye.

Get the pack horse ready.

We're going up to Punctuation Point.

- Sing Song?

- Yes?

- Tin food. We're going after him.

- You're not listening.

- What?

- Sarah, he's gone on walkabout!

Oh, come on, Drover.

He is a child.

Well, he's not our child!

He's an Aboriginal child! He's gone walkabout!

- Bandy!

- The next time you see him...

will be when he wants to see you.

He'll be halfway to Arnhem Land by now.

You'll never find him.

You could find him.

You know that land better than anyone.

- You and Magarri can find him.

- And do what, huh?

Bring him back here and lock him up?

You could start your own mission.

Oh! You're just trying to be clever

because you don't want to be responsible.

He's not my son!

What did you say?

- I better go.

- Don't leave! Drover, don't.

I understood when you said

you had to be free.

I understood that,

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