On Location with 'The Sundowners'

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Well, there it is, darl. Bulinga.

Just another town.

Can't tell it from 20 others

we've passed through in six months.

Best part is when you come to them

for the first time, like now.

They're all different somehow.

You mean like some have six pubs

and others have a dozen?

No, that ain't what I mean.

The trouble with you, Ida,

is you got no imagination.

I got an aching backside,

that's my trouble.

I know all about that backside.

It only aches

when you're losing an argument.

Let's go, Sam.

- Good night, Mum.

- Good night, dear.

Is that all the money we got left?

Yeah.

And keep your hands off it.

Got a hole in my sock.

All right.

Leave it out where I can find it.

Aren't you gonna wash tonight?

I washed this morning.

Admiring yourself?

Magnificent specimen, ain't I?

Oh, I don't know. Downright puny

compared to some I've seen.

You know something, Ide?

You're built the way

a woman ought to be built.

- Just find it out?

- No, I noticed it a couple times before.

It just came home to me today,

when we were passing through Cooma...

...seeing all them sheilas.

Broomsticks, that's what they are.

Nothing to hang on to.

Did you try?

Now, you know better than that.

I was just looking.

- And comparing, eh?

- That's right.

Looking, comparing,

thinking what a lucky bloke I am.

Oh, glad to know you appreciate me.

Come on over here, I'll appreciate you.

Want another cuppa?

There's still some in the billy.

No.

Sean, get that saddle on Sam, will you?

Well, come on, get a move on you.

Look at that farm, Dad. Ain't it a beaut?

It's nice.

Oh, it's all right.

Bit on the small side.

And how many acres do you own,

Mr. Carmody?

All of Australia, that's what I own.

The rivers, the plains, all of it.

Do you suppose the poor coot on that

farm can just come and go like we do?

- Well, maybe he don't want to.

- He can't. He's stuck.

He don't sleep

for fear his cows will run dry...

...or else he don't sleep

because he's up milking them.

Breaks his back painting the place

and watches the sun peel it off.

Worries about droughts,

and when the drought breaks...

- ... he's got floods to worry about.

- You do have troubles, don't you?

Why, you've just gone through more

in the last 10 seconds...

...than most farmers go through

in 10 years.

Do you think those cow cockies

have an easy time of it?

Nobody has an easy time of it.

How do you know

that bloke don't lie awake...

...worrying about the mortgage?

Do I do that?

Well, if you did, you'd be the first man

ever mortgaged a tent.

Oh, you're a card, Ide.

You're a real card.

I don't know why the pictures

didn't take you instead of Buster Keaton.

Well, I'll be home for dinner.

Darl, if you get the job...

...what you gonna do

about an extra horse?

Well, I thought about

taking on another drover.

Be sure and get someone

we can live with.

We're gonna be stuck with him

for two or three months.

A clean-living teetotaler,

that's what I'll hire.

Well, you can try a little teetotaling

yourself, while you're at it.

It's all right, ain't it?

It's what home looks like,

when you have a home.

Reckon I'll go bag us

a couple of rabbits.

Head towards town.

See if you can find your dad.

He ought to have been back long ago.

He's either celebrating getting the job

or drowning his disappointment.

Come on, Ollie.

Get off me!

Get lost!

Ollie! Ollie, let go!

Hey, mister, that's my dog.

Get off!

Get this moronic whelp off me

before I beat his brains out.

Don't hit him.

Hit him with that, and I'll shoot you.

- Get off.

- Ollie, let go.

All right, fearless,

lower your blunderbuss.

Well, I don't know

if you've got a father...

...but you're obviously a piece

of true-blue British stock.

- My father's Irish.

- Oh, is he? I'm sorry.

I'm sorry about the dog.

He just don't seem to like people.

I am not people, boy.

You must teach him

to be more discriminating.

This your place?

Never mind that.

Where'd you spring from?

My old man's a drover.

We're here after a job moving sheep.

I mean, my dad's after it.

But where he goes, we all go.

Mr. Venneker!

- Yes.

- I want to talk to you, Mr. Venneker.

Indeed. Yes. The widow McDonald.

- Is she your boss?

- My employer...

- ... which is a vastly different thing.

- Mr. Venneker?

- Yes.

- You'll be back for dinner tonight...

- ... won't you?

- Well, I'll try. I can't-

I'm doing roast beef

and Yorkshire pudding for you.

Are you, indeed? Oh, there you are, yes.

Many's the man who sunk to his doom

in Yorkshire pudding.

- Pardon?

- Pay a woman a compliment...

...she tries to turn it into a contract.

Well, may I offer you a lift into town?

Yes, please.

Well, I must say, I find you less repellant

than most people your age.

Giddap, giddap.

- Well, there we are.

- He must've got the job.

Thank you, boy.

Thanks, Mr. Venneker.

Hey, Sean. Hey, that's my boy.

Hi, boy.

Right-o, Dad. How about you and me

going home now?

Don't wanna spoil the concert, do you?

What's the rush, anyway? I got the job.

Good-o. Did you hire a drover?

You were gonna get a bloke

with horses, remember?

You worry too much, Sean.

It's a sad thing, kid like you worrying.

I'll tell you what.

You run along home and leave everything

in your old man's hands, all right?

How about more from Paddy?

Now, look here. I simply cannot

concentrate on any drinking...

...with this intolerable noise going on.

Stop it!

Hello, boy. What's the matter?

You lost your father?

My old man's got the job,

and he's feeling too good to quit.

- That's him singing.

- Is it? I'm very sorry to hear that.

He has the most disagreeable voice,

doesn't he?

- Well, he likes it.

- Does he?

Now, what's he weigh?

- Thirteen and a half.

- Thirteen and a half?

- Fourteen.

- Fourteen?

Why?

I wouldn't disturb him

while he's singing.

Hold my beer, will you?

Oh, no. Not again. Boy!

Ollie, let go.

Get off. Get off!

Come on, hurry up.

Boy, get this man-eating mongrel

off me.

Get off. Get off.

Get off. Get off.

Hey, you know that English coot?

The remittance man.

The one whose old man's

a lord or something.

He's having a blue with some fella.

Good on him.

Can you see anyone with our beer?

Get off!

Get off.

Ollie, will you quit it?

Let the law through.

It's old Venneker. He's drunk.

No, he's not.

He's being attacked by a dog.

- A mad dog?

- Mad dog?

- Mad dog.

- Mad dog.

- Mad dog?

- Mad dog.

Look out, he leaning.

I was bitten by a mad dog once.

Oh, God, I was crook.

They wouldn't let me have any beer

for a whole month.

Paddy.

Paddy!

When are we supposed to

pick up the sheep?

What's the flaming rush, Ide?

Since when do we-?

Conscientious bloke,

that drover you hired last night.

Got here before sunup.

So there you are, Carmody.

Hale and chipper for the job ahead?

Ain't it cracker,

Mr. Venneker coming with us, Dad?

Sean, you got the wagon packed?

- I'm gonna put Mr. Venneker's stuff in.

- Hang on.

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