Original subtitles

( BELLS TOLL )

( HORSB NB'GHS )

( WOMAN SOBS )

( WOMAN SOBS )

( CO'NS J'NGLB )

£26 2s 6d.

(Puts coins down)

Thank you.

Mr McBride.

Not bad news, ' trust?

REVREND McBR'DB: Some Aborigina's came to see

the b'ackwoman you 'eft to care for the baby.

Bsmera'da.

Some ofthem had the inf'uenza.

We tried to keep them away from 'itt'e Nancy! but...

Where was the doctor? A hundred mi'es away.

The epidemic has spread 'ike a bushfire.

Where!s Bsmera'da now? She went bush with her friends.

Now, Richard, you have a 'iving chi'd - your son! David.

My advice to you is to put the dead behind you!

To go back to your station and bui'd a future for yourse'f and your son.

(C'icks tongue)

Giddy.up!

(C'icks tongue)

(Horse neighs)

(Men ye" in distance)

Whoo!

(Richard ca"s out)

Lone'y!

Whoo!

Hey! Hey!

'!m home!

LONBLY: Josh! Wake up! you bastards!

Josh! Davey.

(Shouts) Josh! Davey! Wake up! you bastards!

He!s here! Mend some fences!

Josh! Where the he" are you 'ot? Davey!

Come back! Hey!

Let me go, Josh. Guess who!s coming?

Come on! Dad!

(Laughs) Yay! Whoo-hoo! Whoo-hoo!

We!re coming!

Josh! Lone'y!

Who do you reckon that is, eh? (Ye"s) Dad!

'T!s your o'd man.

Davey.

Dad!

Josh. How are you?

Stranger.

Bh?

How!s he been? He sti" misses her.

We, uh, a" do.

There!s a mob of sheep heading towards the dam.

We", there!s... sti" been no rain here! Richard.

They!re Tarbox!s.

They!re what? Tarbox!s sheep.

A" his creeks are dried up, you see.

He!s, uh, paying us so he can water them at the bores.

Josh drove a hard bargain.

' Want them off.

'T!s good money, Richard. He can!t pay me forwhat he!s done.

His stock!" b'oody die!

He!s a neighbour. So was '!

MAN: Whoa. Whoo back.

MAN: Get up the head. Come on! Banjo. Get up there.

(Drovers ye")

MAN: Whoa!

MAN: Get behind there, you. Go on!

MAN: Get out of here. Move it.

Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!

Come on. Move it.

Over there!

(Man cracks whip)

Get this mob offthe Dirtwater!

McCa" gave me permission. He had no authority.

He!s your manager, isn!t he? Get them off.

Orwe!" shoot them where they stand.

' To'd McCa" '!d give you good money for the water.

Oh, fair go. Nobody expected it to be as hard as this.

' Need the water for my stock.

'T!s artesian water!

'T!s probab'y the size ofthe Pacific Ocean down there.

You said so yourse'f.

You shou'd!ve thought about a" this 10 years ago.

Turn them round.

Move them out, Lightfoot.

J'MMY: Turn them around, boys.

(Cracks whip) Hey! Ho!

Come on. Move them out. Whoa.

(Ye"s) Make sure they don!t come back!

Giddy.up! Giddy.up!

Come on. Get them out ofthe water.

Whoa! Head him offthere. Head him off.

Come on. Move. Move a'ong.

Stupid b'oody sheep!

MAN: Way back! Way back! Way back. Come on.

MAN: Get out ofthe way. Come on.

Now, you 'ook after yourse'f.

You take care ofthem anima's.

Go inside, son. Put that in your moneybox.

That!s not the way out here.

" Neighbours don!t he'p neighbours, we!ve a" had it.

He had no 'ove for us once. '!ve got none for him now.

" He!s so desperate, he can se" me his stock. And Bi"abong too.

He!s a tough bastard, Hasky.

He!" hang on or move his stock out.

Where to? There!s no water around here for 50O mi'es.

His stock!" die on the track.

Tarbox knows that. He!s taught me.

He!d swa"owthis p'ace up if he cou'd.

'T!s the way of 'ife in this country.

'T might be yourway, Richard, but it!s not mine.

You!re 'earning some ug'y habits, Richard.

When the missus was around, you had a chance.

Nowyou!re going a" mean and co'd, 'ike a serpent.

"You don!t 'ike how ' do things, why don!t you just go?

On that point, we do agree.

Lone'y! Lone'y!

Don!t be a b'oody idiot! Get away!

Come on. No!

Lone'y! No!

Go on. Get up. Get up.

(Reverend McBride sings) ♪ ..time

♪ Wa'ked upon Bng'and!s mountains green?

♪ And was the ho'y 'amb of God

♪ On Bng'and!s p'easant pastures seen?

♪ And did the countenance divine

♪ Shine forth upon our crowded hi"s?

♪ And was Jerusa'em bui'ded here

♪ Among those dark, satanic mi"s? ♪

(Mrs McBride sings) ♪ Bring my bow of burning go'd

(Both sing) ♪ Bring me my arrows of desire

♪ Bring me my spear O c'ouds! unfo'd

♪ Bring me my chariot of fire

♪ ' wi" not cease from menta' fight

♪ Nor sha" my sword s'eep in my hand

♪ Ti" we have bui't Jerusa'em

♪ 'n Bng'and!s green and p'easant 'and. ♪

(A" app'aud)

And indeed we sha".

'N this remote corner ofthe empire, we sha" bui'd a new Jerusa'em -

myse'f, mywife...

...our 'itt'e mirac'e, the chi'd the Lord has given us!

'Ike Abraham and Sarah.

HASKY: What are you doing, Jimmy?

No hurry now, boss.

(Chuck'es) We", the drought!s got you, it!s got your sheep...

...and Bastwick!s got a" the water.

Lazy bastard! Get off my property.

You white bastard!

You!" rot with your b'oody sheep!

Get off!

Go inside, Bmma.

Where are the men?

Oh...use'ess 'ot.

' Sacked them. Read it.

' Don!t have to. Read it! Hasky.

No! 't!s from the bank. Theywant everything.

The house, the 'and, the stock.

No 'itt'e c'erk!s gonna make me wa'k out of here.

You can go, the kids can go, but ' stay! whether ' own it or not.

And if ' 'ose it, '!" get it back.

Because it!s mine!

And when ' die, they!" have to bury me here!

( SHBBP BLBAT )

Anywork, boss?

You work for Tarbox! We!re 'aid off.

On'y takes one man to shoot sheep.

'!ve got work. You can start right now.

Get these sheep into the home paddock.

Move them out. Go on! (Men whist'e)

(Men ca" to sheep) Hey, hey, hey, hey!

(Man whist'es) J'MMY: Hey! hey!

Drought - the dead earth.

Death - the wages of sin.

RBVBRBND McBR'DB: Hear the voice ofthe Lord and repent.

Let us pray.

"And when he had opened the fourth sea'!

"' Heard the voice ofthe fourth beast say!

"'Come and see.!

"And ' 'ooked and behe'd a pa'e horse.

"And his name that sat on him was Death.

"And he" fo"owed with him.

"And powerwas given unto them over the fourth part ofthe earth

"to ki" with sword and with hunger

"and with death and with the beasts ofthe earth.!!

Hear the wrath of God against sinners!

May it manifest in drought!

Hear the horseman whose name is Death!

And he" fo"owing with him.

Oh, g'ory to God!

Praise God! ALL: Praise God.

Ha"e'ujah. Ha"e'ujah.

Have you come about the water?

No.

'!ve come to offer you a dea'.

You se" Bi"abong, '!" buy it.

My father bui't this property! 't!s not for sa'e!

And when ' go, it be'ongs to me boys!

'!" give you a good price.

You cou'd buy another property, start again.

' Don!t want any other property!

We", it!s your 'oss.

The offer sti" stands.

'!" be waiting.

(Fires gun)

(C'icks tongue) Get up.

( FL'BS BUZZ )

Put that away, son.

Yes?

A fina' offer.

MRS TARBOX: For pity!s sake! Hasky! take it.

Perhaps you!d 'ike to read this document.

£9,971?

There!s £10,000, minus the £29 you sti" owe me for that drove.

(Writes) "H. Tarbox.!!

Witness.

You!" stay the night, Mr Bastwick?

You and Josh and the 'itt'e boy.

Oh, why not?

He thinks it!s his house, doesn!t he?

Yes. Thank you.

Bung, Mathew- outside, p'ease.

( THUNDBR RUMBLBS )

( RA'N BBG'NS TO FALL )

( RA'N FALLS HBAV"Y )

Josh!

HASKY: Hey! Hey!

Hey! Hey!

We're saved! We're saved!

Yeah! Yeah! (Laughs)

You wou'dn!t ho'd me to it now, wou'd you?!

Yes, ' wou'd.

Ohhh, you wou'dn!t! You!re a gent'eman.

No, '!m not.

'T!s my 'and!

That was yesterday.

You bastard!

Hasky!

'Nside, chi'dren. (Richard grunts 'oud'y)

Go inside, son.

(Firm'y) 'nside, Davey.

(Men continue fighting)

Why don!t you do something?!

Why? HASKY: Come here!

(Both pant weari'y)

(Snorts)

( B'RDSONG )

(Hasky groans)

You can have the manager!sjob.

(Groans)

'!" think...think about... (Groans)

No, you won!t.

Bither you want it...

...or you don!t.

(Wheezes)

'...'...'...

..'!"...'!"...

...'!" take it.

(Coughs)

David...

...this is what winning 'ooks 'ike.

Losing!s worse, so make sure you never 'ose.

Dirtwater and Bi"abong.

This is where we start.

Yah!

Yah!

Yah!

Yah!

( GUNSHOT )

( GUNSHOT )

Yaaahhhh!

Yaaahhhh! Whoo!

Whooooo!

( GALLOP'NG HORSB APPROACHBS )

What the he" do you think you!re doing?!

Training.

Do you think your mother and ' reared you and had you educated

so you cou'd die in some imperia' war?!

'T!s none ofyour business!

The mother country!s asked for he'p and we have to give it.

And in this district, ifthe e'dest son ofthe Bastwick fami'y doesn!t go!

Why shou'd anyone e'se?

God he'p me, '!ve bred a gent'eman.

(Laughs) You!re a gent'eman yourse'f.

Oh, am ', indeed? Yes.

We", you!re the first man who!s thought so.

Look, David.

You!re notjust my e'dest son - you!re my on'y son.

There!s on'y two of us in this fami'y. ' need you here.

(Coughs) Bng'and!s at war, not Austra'ia.

" Anyone ought to go, it shou'd be me. '!m the...'!m the Bng'ishman.

You!re not going, and that!s my 'ast word.

'!m an Austra'ian and '!m going, and that!s my 'ast word too.

Ah. Stubborn.

You get that from your mother.

No - ' get it from you.

MAN: Yes. He!s a fine horseman! your boy.

Yes, he is. But it!s not my choice you!re getting him - it!s his.

Mr and Mrs Tarbox, Co'one' Lorne. How do you do?

The Tarboxes have two sons in the detachment! as you know.

You!ve property near here, Mr Tarbox?

' Manage one for Bastwick.

Bung, Mathew, Mary Hopewood,

and their daughter, Bmma Tarbox.

And, of course, David. David.

"You!" excuse us, sir.

Major McCa".

'!m g'ad you!re with us.

Thanks.

Ah, quack says ' can!t go.

Tubercu'osis.

'T!s not very serious. Getting treatment for it.

Yeah, ' heard.

BMMA: You remembered! DAV'D: Sure. '!" showyou.

You!" be a'right.

Listen, uh...

...be proud of Davey, eh?

He!s a good boy.

'!m b'oody terrified for him.

' Know.

But don!t worry, mate.

'!" keep an eye on him.

You!d better.

Stay there.

Thought this might keep you hea'thy.

COLONBL LORNB: Officers and men! 'adies and gent'emen!

This is a proud night for me.

' Never be'ieved, when ' was training in peacetime!

That ' shou'd ever have the privi'ege

of 'eading such a fine body of men into batt'e

on beha'f of king and empire.

MBN: Hear, hear.

Make no mistake,

this is a war fought, in the truest sense ofthe word!

For civi'isation.

These young cava'iers wi" ride out

with your hopes and your prayers as their mant'e.

And ' sha" 'ook forward to the daywhen! after victory!

' Sha" 'ead them home again.

ALL: Hear, hear. (A" app'aud)

Quite.

'!d 'ike to thank Mr Bastwick for his enormous generosity

in mounting and equipping the Dirtwater Light Horse.

(Crowd app'auds)

Nowthat Josh is 'eaving...

...can you manage both properties?

Oh, for God!s sake, who do you think you!re ta'king to?

Of course ' can.

(Richard coughs)

Un'ike'y 'ooking coup'e.

Let!s hope the boys get back a'right.

(Laughs) (Laughs)

You wi" come back, won!t you?

'!" come back.

'!" come back to you.

To Dirtwater.

(Gasps)

Marry me.

(Laughs) Yes.

Oh, yes.

R'CHARD: Marriage is a very serious matter.

'T!s not to be embarked upon in a hurry.

When you married Mother, you!d known her 'ess than a week.

(C'ears throat)

Bmma, wou'd you wait outside? ' want a word with Dad.

' 'Ove you.

( DOOR OPBNS )

You object to the marriage? You!re very young.

You don!t want me marrying Hasky!s daughter.

There are other gir's in the wor'd.

There is one Bmma, and that!s the gir' '!m going to marry.

You!re under 21. You need my permission.

You don!t have it.

He won!t give permission!

' Swear to you, Bmma, the day ' return from the war! we marry.

(Both 'augh)

( SH'P!S HORN BLARBS )

( PBOPLB CHBBR AND APPLAUD )

(Sheep b'eat)

( DOGS BARK )

( SHBARS WH'RR )

( WH'STL'NG )

(Dry'y) He'p yourse'f.

Your son he'ped himse'f.

He!sjumped my fence.

Bmma!s pregnant.

Who says it was David? Ohh...

Aren!t we getting a bit o'd for that?

'!m never too o'd to punch a man who insu'ts my daughter.

'!m too o'd to be shearing, ' can te" you that.

She says she was a virgin when it happened! and ' be'ieve her.

David!s on the water.

Going to the war.

They!" have to get married when he gets back.

' Don!t want to mix my b'ood with yours.

Oh, nor do '.

But there!s an Bastwick.Tarbox...

(Disdainfu"y) ..crossbreed... growing in her be"y.

Doesn!t have to happen, does it?

Do you want it? Do '? And does anyone?

Bmma does.

She!s a chi'd.

Dr Thomas is a reasonab'e man. He!" do what he!s to'd.

We won!t ta'k. 't!" be our secret, Hasky.

What!s the matter, Hasky? '!ve seen you ki" men without a qua'm.

' Never thought '!d have to ki" a grandchi'd.

Never thought '!d have to.

( MOTOR CHUGS, SHBBP BLBAT )

(Coughs)

' Sawyour name on the register.

You don!t remember me, do you?

No, '!m sorry, ' don!t.

'!ve never forgotten you.

Yes, Frances. ' remember.

We met on a train. ' came to your house! to your tennis party.

Theywere terrib'e times for you, as ' reca".

(C'ears throat) Yes, theywere.

'!" showyou to your room.

'!" take that, Jack.

Now, '!" 'eave you to sett'e in.

The mea'times are on this card.

And the order'ywi" be a'ong to take you to Dr Green for your examination.

Don!t worry. 't!s not too gruesome.

(Coughs)

(C'ears throat)

(Sighs)

Thank you for doing the room.

MAN: This is the p'ace where our boys have 'anded.

'S that where David is? Yes.

'!m p'eased you didn!t go.

So am '.

'T!s funny how 'ife turns out.

Amongst a" this anguish...

...you and ' shou'd become friends.

'!d 'ove you to meet David.

'!m sorry, sir.

' Knowwhat you must be thinking.

No, you don!t.

That it!s a" been for nothing.

A" that you own, the things you!ve to'd me!

The...the drought, the fire.

Howyou hoped a" your 'ife it wou'd go on for him and his chi'dren!s chi'dren.

' Bui't a kingdom...

...and '!ve no.one to give it to.

'T dies with me.

' Inherited the earth.

' P'anned for 50O years.

And the p'an dies with me.

" ' Cou'd take God in my hands, ' wou'd ki" him.

But it!s not over.

You!re a'ive.

A" around, the wor'd is weeping.

You!re not weeping a'one.

The British, the German, the Turks! the French!

The who'e wor'd is weeping.

They!ve not 'ost my son.

They!ve 'ost theirs.

We a" die.

Sons, wives, daughters, brothers, you.

Me.

We a" die.

But the thing you must not forget

is that you carrywithin you...

...the 'ife.

Notjust your own 'ife, but David!s, yourwife!s and your daughter!s.

You!re a" that!s 'eft.

That!s not the tragedy.

The tragedy is not that they!ve died.

The tragedywi" be ifyou give up and this ki"s you.

Good afternoon, sir. Thomas.

There!s Bastwick.

WOMAN: Oh, don!t do anything. Just 'eave him.

Richard. Richard?

Richard. The war!s over.

' Want to buy Bi"abong back. For my son.

Yes, ' knowthat, Hasky.

You!" se"?

No, ' can!t se". 't!s part of my dream.

'T!s my fami'y!s by right. No! '!m sorry.

Oi! (Whist'es) Whoo!

Bung!

Bung!

There he is!

Oh, it!s wonderfu' to have you back, son!

We'come home, boys. Proud ofyou!

Here, give us your kitbag, son. (Woman speaks indistinct'y)

HASKY: Good to see you home. Ah! Bung! you beauty! Ha ha!

' 'Et you down, mate.

' Know how much Davey meant to you.

'!ve never b'amed you, Josh.

Josh, this is Frances, mywife.

We'come home, Major. Josh.

'!m so g'ad you!ve come home safe'y! Josh.

Me too.

( THB LAST POST PLAYS )

Te" me about the first David.

BOTH: He went to be a so'dier and died a hero.

That!s right.

Did you see the first David die, Josh?

Yes, ' did.

(Josh narrafes) Only once díd Ríchard everaskme aboufíf.

So I fold hím sfraíghf. Mosf ofíf, anyway.

There's one fhíngl couldn'ffellhím.

Thaf was a secrefbetween me and Davey...and a french ín Gallípolí.

Come on, boys.

R'CHARD: Richie. You can ride backwith me.

R'CH'B: No! Come on.

FRANCBS: 't!s a'right, Richie. ' don!t want to!

Come on!

No! Get on your horse.

No! Dad, ' don!t want to! Richard! he doesn!t want to.

Stay out ofthis, Frances. Get away!

JOSH: Leave him, Richard!

Dad! You too!

Don!t you understand? The boy doesn!t want to ride!

Put me down!

You never 'earn, do you?

You keep making the same b'oody mistakes!

You don!t have any chi'dren! Don!t te" me howto bring up mine!

Come on, Davey.

(Richard chiwies horse)

'T!s a'right, dar'ing.

You!re not concentrating. What!s wrong?

Nothing.

You!re sti" angry about the way ' treat my chi'dren! is that it?

'!ve 'earnt my 'esson, Richard.

' Won!t interfere again...

...in what is obvious'y a private matter.

Oh, '!ve hurt your fee'ings.

Come over here, Josh. ' want to showyou something.

Now, '!ve been studying rainfa" patterns.

Got a" the statistics, oh, decades back.

Here!s Dirtwater and there!s Bi"abong! right?

Now, you know every coup'e ofyears we cop droughts.

Feed!s eaten out. The anima's die. Not even bore water gets us through.

We!re forced to se" stock at 'ousy prices. 't!s bad business.

You take the good, you take the bad. So! what!s new?

We buy f'ood country. And more f'ood country.

'N the worst droughts we've had,

rain has fa"en here, west ofthe Great Divide.

Torrentia', soaking, b'oody raín.

Months 'ater, it ends up a thousand mi'es south! in f'ood country.

A 'ot of it drains into Lake Byre.

Now, these rivers - the C'oncurry, the Thomson! the Cooper -

they burst their banks, f'ood the p'ains.

Lakes ofwater turn into grass'ands as far as the eye can see.

Yeah, poor country most years.

" It grows feed in a drought, it!s as good as owning a go'dmine! Josh.

Bxpensive b'oody exercise, ifyou ask me.

You!re ta'king...

...maybe a season in seven.

Damn right!

That!s when you make your fortune.

Whi'e other men!s stock are dying,

you can fatten yours and name your price.

You!ve a'ready made your b'oody fortune.

What more do you want?

'!m ta'king about surviva'.

Burope!s a 'and of farms. This is a 'and of empires.

"You want to survive here, you have to be tougher than the 'and itse'f.

And how 'ong is this going to take?

You can!t measure this country in one 'ifetime.

You want to bui'd here,

you have to think about three 'ifetimes! four 'ifetimes.

Your sons. Your sons! sons and their sons.

Look at you.

Your hea'th!s de'icate.

Your sons are babies.

Who!s going to carry out your grand p'an! eh?

' Wi".

Unti' the boys are grown up, ' need your he'p! Josh.

You don!t need me, Richard.

You need emp'oyees!

Peop'e that won!t interfere.

Who!" shut up, even when there!s something wrong. That!s who you need.

'!" give you a free hand.

' Want you to run this p'ace and Bi"abong.

A free hand.

You know, you!ve never given that to anyone in your 'ife.

Not me. Not yourwife. Not your kids.

'!ve to'd you, that!s no concern ofyours.

You know, ifthey!re weak, you!re going to destroy them.

And ifthey!re strong, they!re going to run away.

But you!re right - it!s not my concern.

' Keep forgetting '!m the station hand.

We", the station hand has had it.

You!re my o'dest friend.

Goodnight, Richard.

Yeah, '!m thinking about heading out west.

Maybe starting a business or something.

!Bye.

'T!s nothing to what ' rea"y owe you.

Don!t be b'oody ridicu'ous.

We need you here.

See you.

Goodbye, sir. Cheerio.

You be a good boy, David!

!Bye, Josh.

You, mister...

...you behave yourse'f!

Why are you going?

Oh, '!ve got a fewthings to do.

Wi" you be back?

'!" see you around, son.

He!" be back, dar'ing.

' Know he wi".

!Bye, Josh!

See you!

(Josh narrafes) I was headíngbackfo fhe Iand.

Backfo where I grewup.

Backfo fhe onlyfhíngl knew-

drívíngsfock alongfhe frack.

I was goíngfo gef a sfake fogefher.

Open a Iíttle sfore and grow old ín fhe shade.

Trufh was, I'd had enough ofbloody cattle kíngs and fheírempíres.

I worked slowly alongfhe border and up ínfo fhe Terrífory.

Dídn'fknowíffhen,

bufl musfhave passed wífhín cooee offhe worsf cookl'd everknown.

Lonelyhad faken up wífh Esmeralda and fheyhad ífprettygood.

Togefherfhey were raísíng a kíd offheírown.

Hís name was BíIIy.

Buffhen salvafíon had fo come along and ruín íf all.

(A" sing) ♪ Rescue the perishing

♪ Care for the dying

♪ Snatch them in pity

♪ From sin and the grave

♪ Weep o!er the erring ones

♪ Lift up the fa"en

♪ Te" them of Jesus

♪ The mighty to save

♪ Rescue the perishing

♪ Care for the dying

♪ Jesus is mercifu'... ♪

RBVBRBND McBR'DB: Whoa, there! ♪ Jesus wi" save. ♪

Gather around, brothers and sisters.

Hear the word of God and be nourished.

WOMAN: Yes! brothers and sisters. Yes.

God 'oves you, brothers and sisters. God 'oves you!

We have come here to bring you the word of 'ife! the word oftruth!

That you may turn from the ways of darkness into 'ight.

My Father, to feed you with the word of 'ife.

Bat my bread.

REVEREND McBRIDE: I wanfyou fo know' Esme'

fhaffhís ís ín yourbesfínferesfs.

Gíve fhe babyfo my wífe.

( VO'CB BCHOBS )

(Screams) Nancy!

Nancy! (Sobs)

Nancy.

Yes.

That!s nice. Very nice.

Have we met before?

RBVBRBND McBR'DB: De'ivered from darkness.

You have been nurtured on 'ies.

We bring hea'ing and truth.

Gather to me now. Let me minister.

( ORGAN PLAYS AMAZING GRACE )

( DOOR CRBAKS )

(Stops p'aying)

You!" find my father at the rectory.

This is yours.

Whoa.

You are my Nancy. Nancy Bastwick.

'Your! Nancy?

McBride...

...is not your father.

(Screams) (Grunts aggressive'y)

(Sobs and pants) Oh! you are a wicked woman!

You!ve been te"ing fi'thy 'ies to my daughter! haven!t you!

Father! (Grunts aggressive'y)

(Screams)

What are you doing?! Answer me!

No! Lying heathen bitch!

No! No! ' wi" ca" the po'ice!

Theywi" 'ock you up on the is'and again!

And this time you wi" never come back! (Grunts)

(Sobs) Stop it!

Oh, come on!

(Bsmera'da wai's) Nancy!

(Grunts) Nancy!

(Sobs) What!s going on?

Nancy! (Screams) Nancy!

Nancy! Who is she?

(Wai's) Nancy!

Nancy! What are you doing?

McBride isn!t your father!

Father, why did you do that? Nancy!

Now, get up to the house! (Bsmera'da sobs within)

' Knewthat one day she wou'd come back.

You keep her in there!

(Bsmera'da ye"s) He!s not your father!

(Bsmera'da sobs)

(Reverend McBride chiwies horses)

Nancy!

Richard Bastwick!s baby died many years ago.

Nancy is my daughter.

Go. Go now, or he!" send you to the mission.

( DOOR CRBAKS )

(Sighs)

What!s the matterwith him?

Who!s she?

Oh. She!sjust a poorwoman.

Her brain turned by a'coho'.

Her sou' 'ost to the Lord.

The way he 'ooks at me...

...'!ve wondered.

(Sighs)

That!sjust because...

...just because he 'oves you so much.

Am ' your daughter?

Yes, you are ours.

(Sighs) Oh.

Of course! ' be'ieve you.

Here, Bi"y. He'p your o'd man. Put these with the others! son.

But who e'se is going to be'ieve you?

Bastwick.

'!" te" him his baby daughter dídn'f die, that McBride sto'e her.

' Knew Bastwick as a boy.

He had promise then.

'!ve seen him grow.

Like a...'ike a serpent.

Giant serpent strang'ing other men!s dreams.

' Must give him back this.

'!ve got to give it back, !cause it!s Nancy!s.

'!ve got to give it back to Bastwick.

' Wa'ked off of Dirtwater once. '!m not wa'king back.

But he was good to me.

Bi"y and me wi" go. My cousins too.

A'right.

You and me, we!ve...we!ve been getting a'ong prettywe" 'ate'y.

Take care ofyourse'f.

Promise me, Bsme.

Promise me you won!t cross Tarbox!s 'and.

Look after her, Bi"y.

'!m sure you!" find something you 'ike over there.

Thank you.

(Man whist'es)

He"o, he''o.

Don!t te" me Doug!s got a pretty gir' working for him.

Where have you been hiding her a" this time?

(Ca"s out) Nancy?

Look after him, wi" you? He!s not an escaped 'unatic.

He!s here from Sydney to restock the piano ro"s.

Piano'a ro"s. This way.

So, why haven!t ' seen you here before?

' Just started working here, Mr...

Guy. Ca" me Guy.

Uh, Mr...? Westaway.

Look, '!m a 'itt'e sensitive about that second name.

And you!re Nancy? Miss McBride.

Look, ' fee' a 'itt'e sensitive about that name too.

'!" ca" you Nancy.

Look, come and work the peda's for me.

Uh, ' can!t do that.

What? No 'egs? (C'ears throat)

They vague'y resemb'e 'egs. Not bad ones! either.

(Nancy 'aughs soft'y)

'!m not a"owed to make music by mechanica' means.

' Can p'ay the piano, but ' can!t work a piano'a.

We", why not?

My father says that music made by machines is satanic.

Satanic?

A piano!s a machine.

We", a piano!s 'ike an organ.

' See.

We"...come p'ay it for me.

'!ve got something here.

(P'ays gent'e version of Goodbye Dolly Gray)

(P'ays gent'e accompaniment)

(Both stop p'aying)

(P'aysjazzy, up.tempo version of Goodbye Dolly Gray)

(P'aysjazzy, up.tempo accompaniment)

(Stops p'aying) (Continues p'aying)

(Resumes p'aying)

(Both increase the tempo)

(On'ookers app'aud)

' Was thinking of seeing a fi'm tonight.

Thought you might 'ike to go. Cou'dn!t do that.

Fi'ms are satanic? My father says so.

'!" just have to drive you home, then.

No, thank you.

Motor cars are, um... Mm-hm.

Dancing! We cou'd go dancing. Uh-uh.

That too? Mmm.

Not much that isn!t, is there? (Laughs)

Music. My father 'ikes music.

Wou'd he 'ike me? ' don!t think so.

I 'ike you.

But ' don!t think he wou'd.

We", why don!t you just invite me home to dinner and we!" see?

(Laughs)

(Sighs) (Guywhist'es merri'y outside)

( CAR DOOR CLOSBS, FOOTSTBPS APPROACH OUTS'DB )

( KNOCKAT DOOR )

(Stern'y) Yes?

Good evening, sir. Guy Westaway.

Your daughter!s invited me to dinner.

My daughter!s withdrawn the invitation.

Good evening, Mr Westaway.

' Don!t knowwhat spirit of rebe"ion possessed you.

' Don!t knowwhy ' continue to a"owyou to work at that p'ace.

Because the money ' earn there goes to the mission.

(Grunts) (Cries out soft'y)

(Grunts soft'y)

"And the Lord God said unto the woman, 'What is that that thou hast done?!

"And the woman said,

"'The serpent begui'ed me and ' did eat.!!!

( FOOTSTBPS APPROACH )

David!

Are you sure you!re a'right? Yeah.

(P'aysjaunty version of Tea For Two)

You knowwhere this road goes? Where?

Sydney.

We cou'd keep on going.

Serious'y.

You and me. (Laughs) Don!t rush me.

We", marry me, then. (Laughs) You!re crazy!

' Mean it.

Do you know something, Mrs Westaway?

You!re a 'itt'e beauty.

Hang on to this for a second.

Oh!

Guy! (Laughs)

Guy, stop! (Laughs)

We", watch where you!re going! (Laughs)

(Squea's) Guy! (Laughs)

Let!s get in the back.

Shh.

(Speaks indistinct'y)

Your daughter has disgraced us.

Granddaughter. Daughter.

A Satan!s he'per at the music shop

says she went to 'unch today and didn!t return.

He fina"y admitted she was with that heathen whe'p

she asked to visit.

Do you knowwhat he does?

Do you...knowwhat he does?

Piano ro"s.

He se"s devi'!s too's to p'ay devi'!s music.

Theywent in a motor car.

Seen in a motor car!

'!ve been busy on mywork.

What has been going on here

whi'e '!ve been busy on mywork, eh?

Oh...it doesn!t start

with devi'!s music or devi'!s whee's.

'T starts with 'itt'e things...

...things you, as her mother, must have seen.

Painting the 'ips.

Hoarding si'k.

(Shouts) Things you must have seen!

' Have seen you...

...drive our daughter away

and now our granddaughter away.

And ' am g'ad for them that they have escaped.

And ' wish...

..' wish that ' too cou'd escape.

That!s what ' have seen.

' Speak for the Lord!

You speak for no 'ord that ' can find in the Bib'e.

You don!t speak for Jesus.

You speak for yourse'f!

Oh! Arggh!

(Be"ows) Oh, strike her dead!

Strike the b'asphemer dead!

(Pants)

Oh, don!t desert me now!

(Gasps)

(Rants) Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh!

Oh! Oh! Oh!

Oh! Oh! Ow!

(Rants incoherent'y)

(Cries 'oud'y)

(Cries) Forgive me! Don!t desert me!

Don!t desert me now.

Forgive me. (Cries)

Oh, forgive me, forgive me.

Don!t desert me.

R'CHARD: ' want water.

James. Co'in.

Access to the sea, the major ports and the foreign markets.

And you!re the b'okes who are going to do it for me.

Come over here.

Now, '!ve bought a number of properties in f'ood country here and in the Cape.

But ' want more.

How far do we go?

To the west, to the Kimber'eys. To the north! to the Gu'f.

To the south, Ade'aide.

You want the who'e country?

Oh, '!m prepared to negotiate.

Come on. (Squea's) Good shot.

What a good ra"y.

Hey, Dad, 'ook at me.

That!s good, dar'ing.

That!s it. Come on!

Keep going! Come on, Boy Char'ton!

(Gigg'es)

Keep going. FRANCBS: Very good!

See that, Richie? See howwe" your brother swims?

Good boy!

We", Richie, ' think it!s time you 'earnt to swim.

No thanks, Dad. '!m p'aying.

We", you have to 'earn to swim sooner or 'ater.

Don!t want to.

We", a'right, but you have to 'earn to swim by the end ofthe summer.

You!ve got to do things you don!t want to a" your 'ife.

'T might not be easy. ' think he!s actua"y afraid ofwater.

We", then, he has to 'earn to face it. The sooner! the better.

Oh, don!t, Richard. He!s afraid ofthe water.

No, Dad. Put me down. Come on.

The water!s not going to hurt you. ' don!t want to go in.

'N you go. Put me down!

Uh.uh. Don!t interfere, Davey. Dad!

He!s got to 'earn the waterwon!t harm him.

You!re right, Richie.

Come on. You!" be a'right. (Screams)

Come on. Come on, Richie. See? You!re sti" a'ive! Richie.

FRANCBS: Come on! Richie. You!re fine.

Come on, dar'ing. You can make it.

Davey, ' to'd you not to he'p him.

You!re banned from the poo' for the rest ofthe week.

Out you come. Richie! go to your room.

Come on, Richie.

(Sighs)

We", that was a nice afternoon, Richard.

Different peop'e 'earn to do things at different speeds.

Richie!s more sensitive.

(Groans) ' don!t want a sensitive son!

' Can!t 'ive forever.

They!" be taking the reigns young,

and they!ve got to be tougher than the Hasky Tarboxes ofthis wor'd.

Hasky Tarbox? Tough?

Don!t you 'et his manners foo' you. '!ve seen that man act 'ike a savage.

My sons have got to be tough. They!re my sons as we".

We have a daughter. You can bring her up anyway you 'ike.

Leave the boys to me.

Tarbox... (Speaks Aborigina' 'anguage)

(Bsmera'da speaks Aborigina' 'anguage)

Tarbox... (Speaks Aborigina' 'anguage)

(Speaks Aborigina' 'anguage)

( B'RDSONG )

What!s that? Woo"y kangaroo.

You ki" Tarbox!s sheep, Tarbox is going to ki" you.

B'oody savages.

(Man cries out and ye"s in Aborigina' 'anguage)

(Screams)

(Screams)

Yah! Get out of here, you bastards!

Get out of here! (Screams)

(Screams)

Ki"ing my sheep, you bastards!

Get out!

(Screams)

Yah!

(Whimpers)

(Ye"s)

Yah! Get out of here, you bastards!

(Screams) Get out of here!

(Ye"s) Noooo!

( GUNSHOT )

Kadaitcha.

(Weak'y) Kadaitcha Man.

"The Kadaitcha Man was coming for me! he wou'd have come 30 years ago.

Bury it!

(Richard speaks angri'y) Jimmy Lightfoot said

some b'acks came through and we gave them tucker.

They said one oftheirwomen got shot on Bi"abong Station.

And Hasky Tarbox did the shooting.

True or fa'se? True.

Get yourse'ves some feed in the kitchen.

And this is the man that our 'itt'e boys have to be tougher than?

' Won!t have that on my 'and!

(Ca"s out) Robbins! Why not?

" He!s the standard our sons have to beat! why not?

!Cause this is b'oody murder!

Te" Jimmy to sadd'e up horses. Yes! sir. Right away! sir.

( LOUD THUNDBRCLAP )

What happened out there today?

What happened out there today has happened thousands oftimes before.

Not on'y on this property.

'T!s what this countrywas bui't on.

( LOUD THUNDBRCLAP )

'!" fix this once and for a".

(Gasps soft'y)

(Pants)

(Grow's soft'y) Kadaitcha Man!

(Man sings in Aborigina' 'anguage)

(Roars) Try to spook me?!

(Grow's soft'y) You bastards!

(Mutters fearfu"y)

(Ye"s) Why don!t you come out in the open?!

Fight 'ike men!

(Man continues singing in Aborigina' 'anguage)

( GUNSHOT )

(Horse neighs)

(Pants frantica"y)

( GUNSHOT ) You b'ack bastards!

(Gasps soft'y)

Yah!

(Pants frantica"y)

(Screams, fires shotgun)

(Moans)

(Roars) Kadaitcha Man!

Kadaitcha Man!

Can!t get me!

(Gasps thick'y)

Get to the homestead for he'p.

Hurry!

(Hasky gasps)

(Weak'y) Bastwick. Bastwick.

Do the one decent thing you!ve ever done in your 'ife.

Shoot me!

Shoot me!

(Gasps)

You...spine'ess...ba...stard.

(Gasps)

(Grunts and gasps)

( GUNSHOT )

(Cries out) Don!t do it.

(Screams)

Bi"y.

' Want...

..'.' want you to...

...go with your own peop'e now.

(Sniff'es)

'!m going to...

..'!m going to move on.

White man...

...white man!s poison, Bi"y.

White man bring you nothing but death.