Sweet Country

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What you f***in' doing?

Standing around?

Oi!

That's it, walk away.

F***in' idiot.

Black bastard.

Why don't you listen to me, eh?

- What'd I get?

- Listen to me, ya f***in' black bastard!

Stop f***in' lying!

F***in' white bastard of a thing!

You wanna go, hey?

You too, eh?

Knock him out!

Smash him, f***in' idiot!

Mr Kelly?

Do you understand?

Gidday, mate.

Gidday.

I'm Harry march.

Just taken over north creek station.

I'm Fred Smith.

It's a good set-up you've got here.

Yeah.

Where'd you, ah

where'd you get your black stock from?

My what?

Your black stock.

Your blackfellas.

Oh no mate, we're

we're all equal here.

All equal in the eyes of the lord.

Well I was three years on the

western front, fighting the bosh.

There's not much sign of the lord there.

Not that I saw.

I've come to ask a favour.

I need to need to fix up my trap yard.

I was wondering if you could help me.

I can... I can offer you rum and tobacco...

No no no, mate, we don't...

We don't drink here at blackhill,

we don't smoke either.

I'd be happy to go give you a hand but...

I'm heading into town in a...

In a day or two.

Well what about him?

Sam?

No, I can't I can't spare him.

I need someone here to keep

an eye on the place.

I mean, it'd only be for a day.

Two at most.

You know, it'd be the

Christian thing to do.

Say-n!

This is Harry march.

He's taken over north creek station.

Could you

could you go and give him

a hand for a couple of days?

Could you do that? You and your wife?

Yeah, I'm happy to return the favour.

- No no no.

- Just ask.

I'll see you tomorrow, yeah?

Philomac!

Philomac!

Arch?

Boss!

You pick one of them melons?

Go get that f***in' philomac.

Tell him to cut me a melon.

Give me your belt.

Come here.

You pick good one?

Yeah, boss.

Good one, eh?

- Yeah, boss.

- Yeah?

You steal one of my melons, eh?

No, boss.

Come here.

Get there.

Little f***in' thief!

Huh? Little f***in' sh*t!

That'll teach ya!

That'll teach ya to Nick

my f***in' melons! Now f*** off.

Go f*** off back to your mob.

Whoa.

What is man,

that thou art mindful of him?

Thou madest him to have dominion

over the works of thy hands,

and has put all things unto his feet.

O lord our lord

how excellent is thy name

in all the world.

Let us give thanks.

I want you to go camp over there.

By that rock.

Righto, Harry.

Good boy. Good boy.

One, two

your daughter.

How old's she?

She not my daughter.

She my niece.

Right.

So how old is she?

Hey, that's enough. Get that.

You marry em young around here, hey?

What the f*** are you doing?

Here, you do that.

Hey, what about the wiring?

No, I'll do that.

Hey um

there's some cattle

in the paddock over there.

Want you to get your horse.

Drive 'em up so I can brand 'em tomorrow.

You've done a good job.

This is a good job.

I wanted the other one...

But you'll do.

Hold still.

Hold still.

Hold f***in' still!

If you tell your husband about this...

I'll skin him.

And then I'll skin you.

And then I'll take that young one.

Okay?

Now get out of my bed.

Clean them sheets of your stink.

Whoa.

Good job, Sam.

Those girls done a good job.

You know, house clean

clothes washed, sheets fresh.

Have you got any kids, Sam?

Alright.

Well, we're done here,

so I want you to take your lubras

and get the f*** off my property.

I know you're not deaf so you

must be dumb. Go on, f*** off.

F*** off.

Yeah.

I don't need bullock balls.

Hey that bloke, Harry.

Him proper really mad one.

Alright?

He been tell us to get.

He been give us nothing, no supper.

Sun been go down

and we been walk all night.

Oh, sorry Sam.

That bloody dog.

That's the last f***in' time,

I'm tellin' you.

Sorry lord, for swearing.

It's alright boss, you can take

Lucy with you to town?

Because that Harry fella,

he was looking at her funny way.

Yeah, 'course.

Take 'em back to mother.

Her mother can look

after her for little while.

Yeah, alright Sam.

Listen, ah

I'll be away two or three weeks.

Got important business in town.

You and Lizzie camp

in the big house, alright?

You look after the place.

Get up! Come on.

Something wrong?

Whitefella, boss.

Shut your mouth, philomac.

- Right there?

- Gidday.

I'm Harry march.

Just taken over north creek station.

Oh, right. Have you?

Just come to say hello.

Yeah, Archie. Urn

gidday then.

Brought my calling card.

Oh, good on you mate.

Mick Kennedy.

Urn, philomac!

Go inside, get us a couple

of pannikins, will you?

Grab a seat, Harry.

You ah

you got anyone else there with you?

No no, just me and my dog.

Yeah, fair bit of work for one bloke.

Yeah.

I had Fred Smith's blackfella

give me a day's work.

- Did you?

- Yeah.

- Sam?

- Yeah.

No, he did a half-arsed job, too.

Yeah, well

he's a bit of a f***in'

myall breed, that one.

Hmm?

We had him out here not that long ago.

- He came at me.

- Mm.

Bastard. Nearly f***in' killed me.

Had to kick him off.

Caused a fair bit of trouble.

Archie over here gave him a good

bloody hiding, didn't ya arch?

Give him a good one? Yeah, got him.

Yeah.

Yeah.

Who's that blackfella?

Keep your own business

to yourself philomac. Shut up.

Don't talk when men are talking.

You too, Archie. Shut up. Stop laughing.

You grab my saddle bag, boy.

You sleep over there.

You piss and sh*t over there.

Come here.

Whoa, whoa, whoa! No, no, no, no!

No, no, no, no, no, no!

- No, no!

- Shut up!

- Hey, hey, hey!

- Come on.

- Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey!

- Come on!

- No.No!

- Come on!

Come on. Up!

- No, no. Hey, hey, hey!

- You little bastard!

Your boss told me about you. Come here.

- Shut up!

- No, no, no!

You touch my watch,

I'll cut your f***in' hands off.

You run away, I'll shoot you for desertion.

- Amen.

- Amen.

Boss!

Boss!

I don't understand you. What?

Get the horses.

- I know you're in there!

- Boss!

Fred Smith, you harbouring a prisoner?

Shut up. I'm in charge of this regiment.

Fred?!

He's my prisoner!

Come on! I know you're in there!

Fred Smith? You harbouring a prisoner?

- Boss!

- Shut up!

Fred!

No-one here boss.

You let him out,

or I'm gonna come in and get him!

Fred!

Town! He gone town!

- Where's Fred?

- He's gone town!

Ah here he is. The myall breed.

Now you give me that boy you're hiding!

There's no one here but us, Harry!

No black bastard calls me Harry!

[Gunshofl

you give me that boy!

Give me that boy!

You give me my prisoner!

Where's my prisoner?

You give me that prisoner or you too

will be charged by the crown!

Give me that prisoner!

Cheeky whitefella.

What the hell are you talking about?

- Sam

- what are you talking about?

Speak English, Archie.

Sam, he shot Harry.

He shot Harry? Where's Fred?

Harry march shot him?

- Yeah!

- Ls he dead?

What did you do? You f***in' leave

him there for the dingoes to eat him?

Barney!

Saddle up your horse, mate.

Go get into town.

You need to tell the coppers that

bloke Harry march has been shot.

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