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( SHEBP BLEAT )

( FOOTSTEPS APPROACH SLOWLY )

Oh, Bmma.

'T!s Dad, Tom.

We!" bury him here.

' Can never be what David Bastwickwas to her.

' Knewthat.

But you married her.

Because ' 'ove her. And she!d have me.

Give her chi'dren.

' Can!t.

When they took David Bastwick!s baby out of her! they messed her up.

She!s been the making of me.

We!re doing we".

And it!s a" Bmma.

Her father!s daughter. Yes.

There!s a 'ot of Hasky in her.

Oh, you were 'ucky that time.

Now, these are the stations we a'ready own.

As you can see, they stretch in a 'ine

from the Northern Territory, through Queens'and!

New South Wa'es, Victoria, ending up here in South Austra'ia.

When the chain!s comp'ete, we!" be drought-proof.

We!" be ab'e to move our stock anywhere to take advantage ofthe rains.

When the chain!s comp'ete. My agents are buying now.

(Sighs)

'T can!t be done.

You mean it hasn!t been done before. Doesn!t mean it can'f be done.

Sorry, Dad.

We", '!d ca" that a six. (Laughs)

And '!d ca" that three weeks pocket money each.

You don!t get this back ti" you!ve paid for the window.

You bastards had better wake up to yourse'ves.

You can be part ofthe future or you can be history.

Lend me the money to put this together or '!" find foreign bankers who wi".

We!re doing something no-one!s ever done before! Harvey.

When the opportunity comes, you!ve got to grab it with both hands.

(Sighs soft'y)

' Suspect ' may 'ive to regret this.

Yes.

( FA'NT ROWDY YBLL'NG )

(Squea's) (Soft'y) Shh. You!" wake the baby.

(Soft'y) Guy! Be serious! Oh! ' am.

Oh, you!re not! Oh! ' am!

' Am serious.

About you...

...about Mike...

...and about music. Money?

Money...

...burns a ho'e in my pocket.

The Wa" Street crash. 't was scary.

'T!s a 'ong way away.

'N America.

This is Austra'ia.

Thank God.

Much worse. Wa" Street!s gone. 't!s wor'dwide.

Good.

Good?

The wor'd!s fa"ing down around your head!

Markets are drying up, and it!s good?

' Want to buy 'and and it!s a buyer!s market.

Propertywi" never be as cheap.

' Wasn!t ready for the 1890s depression.

' Wasn!t big enough to take advantage of it.

We", '!m big enough now. No-one!s that big.

Harvey, it!s a matter ofwi". 't!s a matter of debt and interest rates.

Look how farwe!ve come.

'N a short whi'e, we!" be there.

That!s the key to it - Broken Ridge.

There!s good water, good spe"ing grounds for the 'ast push to Ade'aide.

'T!s not for sa'e.

Bverything!s for sa'e.

We!ve ta'ked to the owners. Theywon!t se".

We", we!" offer this, uh... what!s his name?

Conno"y. Conno"y. Never heard of him.

Offer him...10o% above the market.

' Did.

20%. ' did.

Just get it from him, Harvey.

( UPBBAT ORGAN MUS'C PLAYS )

Look at Daddy.

( F"M PROJBCTOR WH'RRS )

(Guy p'ays spooky music)

(Guywhist'es)

(Man ca"s out) Guy?

Goodnight, 'ove. Don!t forget to 'ock up.

WOMAN: ' never forget a thing, Harry. See you.

Sorry, mate.

We"...

...we!ve got to get out of here.

But it!sjust unti' we find a rea"y nice p'ace! with a bíg backyard.

And guess what?

You can even have your own puppy.

Oh, don!t, Guy. He thinks you mean it.

' Do.

One day.

You were supposed to be out of here by midday! you know.

Oh, sorry, mate. We werejust saying goodbye to the cockroaches.

(Laughs)

And you owe on the rent too. (Sniffs)

(Derisive'y) "And you owe on the rent too!!!

(Sniffs) (Chuck'es)

Hey, what about Teddy?

There you go.

(Sighs) What!s going to happen to us?

Oh, you worry too much.

'!" get anotherjob.

Then, one day, up in 'ights...

...wi" be 'Guy Westaway and His Orchestra!.

That!s my boy.

(Sighs)

(Catt'e 'ow)

We"...it!s started.

The big drove. 10O!OOO catt'e moving south.

You can!t start ti" we finish the buying.

Too 'ate. 't!s begun. Stop it.

Oh, no. We have to move before the wet season starts.

' Sti" haven!t got a yes out of Conno"y.

Harvey, ' to'd you a'ready - just buy him out.

(Laughs)

You heard the man. Just buy him out. (Chuck'es)

'!ve offered him ha'f as much again as that p'ace is worth.

He!s probab'y shrewd enough to knowthe rea' price.

To us.

He!s not a mind.reader. '!m not buying under the Dirtwater name.

Word gets around. 't!s ca"ed the bush te'egraph.

We", reason with Richard. P'ease.

(Laughs)

' Cou'd.

But he won!t 'isten.

You have to understand something about Richard. He!s obsessed.

Doing a" this is his dream. Nothing is going to stand in his way.

Not you, not me, norwhoever it is at Broken Ridge.

( BLUBSY SAXOPHONB VBRS'ON OF GOODBYE DOLLY GRAY PLAYS )

(Man sings to piano accompaniment) ♪ How ' 'ove you! how ' 'ove you

♪ My dear o'd Swanee

♪ '!d give the wor'd to be

♪ Among the fo'ks in

♪ D.'.X.'.Bven though my mammy!s... ♪

G!day, saxy! Get it? 'Saxy!. 'Saxophone!.

(Laughs) He to'd me that.

How!s tricks?

Tough. Haven!t cracked ajob in months.

" ' Didn!t have him to support, '!d hit the road.

♪ Shoooooore. ♪

You tried the Troc? Yeah. And the Tiv.

MAN: OK. Next! VBNTR"OQU'ST: You go.

' Want to go to the 'itt'e boys! room and! uh... (Laughs)

...freshen up me varnish.

Break a 'eg. Yeah.

(Sighs)

Name? Westaway! Guy.

' Can p'ay piano, sax, organ. You name it! ' can p'ay it.

(P'ays b'uesy music)

(P'aysjazzy, upbeat music)

(Cheers)

Sorry, pa'. You!re good... but ' ain!t got nothing for you.

Yeah. '!" te" mywife and kid.

OK! Bring on the dummy!

Dummy?! Dummy?! Watch it!

This is a tonic. 't shou'd he'p.

So, how much do we owe you, Doc?

'!d rather see you spend it on him.

He!s my kid. ' can 'ook after him.

Guy... Nancy! p'ease.

Doctor. (Removes coins from jar)

Thank you.

' Don!t take charity...from anyone.

(Coughs)

We!re going to have to feed you up a bit.

There you are, sir. Nice! fresh country rabbit.

You won!t get better than them anywhere.

( CL'CK'NG ) Come again! sir.

(Ca"s out) Fresh rabbit! Fourpence apiece!

Two for ajack! Fresh rabbits! Get your fresh rabbits!

Fresh rabbits! Two for ajack! Fourpence each!

Fourpence each! Two for ajack!

Come on! Fresh rabbits!

Good country.fresh rabbits, 'adies!

Fresh rabbits! (Speaks indistinct'y)

Fresh rabbits! Fourpence each! Country rabbits!

Fresh country rabbits!

Get your fresh rabbits!

Thanks.

(P'ays gent'e music)

( CO'NS CL'NK ON GROUND )

Move a'ong. No begging in the streets.

'!m not begging. '!m a musician.

Just pretend you!re Houdini, and disappear.

Do you hear me?

(Ca"s out) Hey, you b'okes. Come here.

Come here! Hey!

GUY: 12 hours work for a few 'ousy pennies.

We", '!m g'ad you!re in such a good mood.

('Mitates Mae West) There!s steak and kidney...

...minus the steak.

Where did you get that?

Uh, ' did some c'eaning down the street.

Oh, come on. 't!" bite you.

You!" get work soon.

(Gigg'es) Not funny! Nancy.

(Hums merri'y)

(Sings seductive'y)

Uh!

Oh!

(Hums)

You ain!t seen nothing yet.

(Hums)

(Gigg'es and hums)

(Mouths)

Oh!

(Gigg'es)

(Nancy squea's and 'aughs)

They ta'k about unemp'oyment and ' can!t get the men ' need.

The drove!s going we".

You!ve sti" those gaps in the chain.

Purce" wi" fix that.

There isn!t a farmer in the country who won!t se" at the moment.

" On'y ' cou'd find the b'okes to run the properties for me.

Men 'ike Josh McCa".

Get him back. You need him.

' Don!t need anyone.

' Need you.

' Need you. ' need the boys.

' Don!t need Josh.

Don!t you?

'!m not chasing him.

Last time ' heard, he was running a store in Bourke.

(Knocks on door)

(Ratt'es door)

(Retches and coughs)

(Spits and coughs)

(Groans)

GUY: That!s the third time you!ve been sick this week.

Beautifu'.

(Coughs)

How 'ong have you known?

Since 'ast week.

Damn it, Nancy! Howthe he" did you 'et that happen?

We", it wasn!t a" my fau't.

We!" get by.

Oh, with one kid starving and another on the way?

Howthe he" are we going to feed it? We!re broke.

'!" take you down to the doctors and get you fixed up.

'!m not a b'oody anima'! '!m not going to be fixed up!

Where!s yourwedding ring?

' Pawned it.

You what?! ' did it for you and Michae'.

We need the money.

We", thanks a 'ot, Nancy. Nowyou are getting rid of it.

Are you serious? Yes! '!m b'oody serious.

You!re disgusting!

Bither it goes or ' do!

No, you can!t!

You!re coming down if ' have to drag you.

Oh, Guy, don!t!

Stop it! Get your coat!

P'ease don!t do this to me!

'!" drag you down there in your b'oody nightie!

Just stop it!

(Grunts)

You...bastard!

(Cries out)

(Cries)

'!m sorry, Nancy. (Sobs)

Don!t hit me again.

(Screams) Gef awayfrom hím!

Don!t you touch him.

( BLUBSY SAXOPHONB VBRS'ON OF GOODBYE DOLLY GRAY PLAYS )

(Ca"s out) Mrs Westaway!

(Woman knocks on door)

(Ca"s out) Ho'd on!

Mrs Westaway!

Oh! Um...ho'd on, Mrs Gibson.

(Coughs soft'y)

Have you seen Daddy?

Have you seen Daddy?

Oh... ' want the rent! dear.

Now? Rent!s not due ti" Thursday.

(Laughs soft'y) ' can!t take any chances. Not with your husband gone.

What do you mean? Guy hasn!t gone.

' Saw him on the stairs this morning when '...got up to do the c'eaning.

Suitcase and sax.

Um...

...Guy has ajob up north.

' Didn!t think he!d have to go so soon.

He!" be sending us money everyweek.

We"...don!t forget that rent, eh?

A'right. Thanks.

Where!s Daddy?

Daddy had to go away.

Why?

Because he 'oves us.

And he wants to make some money.

' Want to see him.

Daddywou'd never 'eave us.

( SAXOPHONB PLAYS GOODBYE DOLLY GRAY )

G!day. McCa".

Josh McCa".

MAN: You want a cuppa, mate?

Yeah, thanks.

Ta.

Merry Christmas.

'S that what time it is?

A man ought to be with his fami'y.

JOSH: You got kids? Yeah. Three ofthe 'itt'e tykes.

Haven!t seen them for c'ose on five! six months.

(Coughs)

Left the smoke. Thought '!d find work in the bush.

Thought '!d be ab'e to send back a few quid.

No b'oodywork. No b'oody money.

Yeah, ' wanted kids.

Now '!m p'eased ' didn!t have them. The way things turned out.

Yeah. '!d drink to that.

Funny. '!d have picked you as a married man.

No. Not me. Never rea"y had the time.

Married to my music.

No, '!d have made a 'ousy husband.

They reckon there are no bad husbands. Just crookwives.

(Man whist'es SíIenfNíghf)

(Guy p'ays SíIenfNíghf)

FRANCBS: Here, put it up the top and make it go down! honey.

R'CHARD: ' shou'd!ve bought you some catt'e trucks.

(Laughs)

Oh, that was wonderfu'! Stick it on the end ofthat.

That's the way it goes.

Merry Christmas, Dad. Thank you! Davey. Now! what!s in here?

Something wonderfu'.

You 'ike it? Yeah. Um...it!s what '!ve a'ways wanted.

'T!s a moneybox. Oh! is fhafwhat it is?

Didn!t you ever have a moneybox?

Nope. ' never had anything to put in one.

Thank you. Richie?

Richie has something specia' for you too.

Come round here, Richie. What have you got?

Oh, what!s in this one? Oooh!

Fee's heavy. What can it be?

He"o, Harvey.

Have you got a present for me?

No. They sti" won!t se". Theywon!t even ta'k to me.

Cou'd ' see you?

Not now, Harvey.

Look, '!m missing Christmas with my fami'y for you.

You!ve got thousands of head of catt'e on that drove.

They!" be hitting the Conno"y property in two weeks and theywon!t se"!

Bxcuse me.

HARVBY: Your catt'e wi" die on that track.

Don!t bother me with detai', Harvey.

Detai's?! This is the who'e scheme!

Just make the bastard se"!

Richard, it!s 'ike dea'ing with a brickwa".

Now, ' warned you...

Don!t you warn me. Don!t you everwarn me!

You just do yourjob or '!" find someone e'se who wi".

Merry Christmas.

Merry Christmas.

'!m surrounded by b'oody incompetents.

The chi'dren have gone up to bed. (Sighs)

Do you want your present?

'T!s Christmas, remember?

Yes.

Come on.

Now, don!t 'ook.

C'ose your eyes.

You can 'ook now.

Hey, Tom. Lef's go ín here.

Whafís íf? Dry.

AIríghf. Atteryou!

Where's fhís from?

Where's fhís place?

Ausfralía.

Where's fhaf?

If's fhe ofhersíde offhe world.

ĘDown.under', fhey callíf, because íf's ríghf down underneafh us.

FRANCBS: Merry Christmas.

Merry Christmas.

'T took me three years to find and five years to buy.

' Hope you 'ike it.

' Don!t deserve you.

No. ' don!t think you do.

Why don!t you get offyour bum and start the damper?

You!re the bushie, mate. '!ve never made it.

'!ve never had to.

You!re married, aren!t you?

First time ' met you, ' knewyou were married.

You!ve got that 'ook about you.

We", why don!t you admit it?!

Main'y because it!s none ofyour b'oody business.

Look at you, you o'd rummy.

The on'y thing you care about is where your next drink!s coming from.

You!re pathetic.

The on'y reason ' trave' with you is because ' fee' sorry for you.

' Can 'ook after myse'f.

Have you had a 'ook at yourse'f 'ate'y?

Look, '!m on the wa"aby because ' want to be.

' Gave up myjob. 't didn!t give me up.

And ' didn!t 'eave a wife in the 'urch, that!s for sure!

"You weren!t so o'd, '!d thump you one.

Hey, don!t 'et that stop you. Hey?

Come on, sunshine!

Hey?!

Come on! Have a go!

( CAR APPROACHBS )

( KLAXON SOUNDS )

WOMAN: Thank you. No troub'e.

'T is for me.

The dog gets out and the 'atch a'ways sticks.

Uh...that!s for saving my 'egs.

There. You 'ook as ifyou cou'd use it.

Thanks.

Thanks a 'ot.

No. '!m too good for this.

'!m moving on.

But you!ve got nowhere to go.

' Wou'dn!t bet on that.

MRS G'BSON: He was sti"born, Nancy.

(Tearfu"y) 't was God!s wi", dear.

(Cries)

(Screams) Then God hates me!

He took Guy away and now he!s taken my baby.

Oh, Mike.

Oh.

'!m sorry.

Our baby didn!t come.

Because '!ve been bad?

No.

You!re the best 'itt'e boy in the wor'd.

'!m so 'ucky to have you. (Cries)

( JAUNTY MUS'C PLAYS FA'NTLY )

G'RL: Come back here! BOY: You!ve got to catch me!

WOMAN: My dear, it!s been such a 'ong time.

( GLASSBS CL'NK ) Sorry! mate.

"You want a feed, o'd.timer, go around the back.

" ' Wanted a mea', mate, '!d go in the front.

Don!t hang around. Mr Bastwick!s entertaining.

You think so? ' never did.

Don!t push it, or you!" get troub'e! a'right?

Don!t worry. '!m going! We"! go. Go on.

' Wou'dn!t do that if ' were you. Come on.

Look, ' said ' wou'dn!t do it if ' were you!

( JOSH!S POTS AND PANS CLANG )

Bastards! No. '!" have you out.

( POTS AND PANS CLANG ) (Men grunt)

Stop it.

G!day, Frances.

Let the man go!

(Grunts)

Don!t need your he'p! Never did!

What are you 'ot staring at?

'T!s the 'atest fashion on the road.

But you wou'dn!t remember that, wou'd you! Richard?

Richard, you were nothing.

A nobody.

You cou'dn!t even ride a horse.

A horseman?

Shit, you cou'dn!t make a mat for me to stand on!

You had the arse out ofyour pants.

Nothing in your pockets.

' Gave you ajob.

You cou'dn!t even read!

And then you had friends.

Now 'ook at you.

Josh.

Whatever '!ve done, '!ve done with you.

You!re my o'dest friend.

Josh.

This is your home.

'!m asking you to stay, mate.

' Need you here.

Yeah, it!s not bad.

'T!s not worth the money you!re offering.

Oh, it!s worth it.

Bverything!s riding on this one. The who'e shebang.

'!m overextended to b'azes.

A'ways were a mad bastard.

Bmma.

Bmma Tarbox.

Bmma Conno"y.

Your agents te" me that buying this property

is a matter of 'ife and death to you.

We", it!s not for sa'e.

Oh, there!s a'ways a price.

Not for you.

'!m sure we cou'd make a dea'.

Why?

(Sighs) Oh...

...'itt'e things.

My father.

My dispossessed brothers, who scarce'y draw a sober breath these days.

Litt'e things.

David.

The man ' 'oved.

Do you think ' didn!t 'ove him?

You sent him to war.

' Didn!t want him to go.

And other things.

David!s baby.

Do you think ' don!t regret that?

Not having that chi'd?

Wou'd you 'ike to come to dinner?

Stay overnight?

Think of it, Mr Bastwick.

You might persuade me to se".

And you and ' have so much to ta'k about.

P'ease.

Stay.

'!" air the beds.

Come on. Let!s go.

No. We!" stay.

Do you have chi'dren? You married again.

Yes. Two sons - Richie and...David.

Another David Bastwick?

Wi" you give him to me for a husband?

You have a husband.

Yes.

Let!s ta'k about David.

P'ease, um...

' might se" you this p'ace if ' get what ' want.

What do you want?

Te" me about David.

How did he die?

You know how he died.

No, ' know he went to war and didn!t come back. That!s a" ' know.

Te" her, Josh.

Why?

'T!s an o'd story.

Te" her.

We", ' was at, um...

...at Lone Pine, Ga"ipo'i.

We, uh, charged the Turks! communication trench.

There was heavy fighting

and...then it stopped.

And a she" came in from...nowhere.

One she".

Where was he hit?

On the body, uh, face.

Bad'y? Yeah. Bad'y.

But he was a'ive when you got to him?

Yeah, that!s it.

No, ' want to know. What did you do?

We", ' cou'dn!t do much.

' He'd him in my arms and...

...he died.

How? How exact'y did he die?

He died. That!s a". That!s not a".

Te" me, Josh. '!ve to'd you.

Not a" of it.

He was b'ind.

His backwas broken.

He cou'dn!t 'ive.

So, what did you do?

We"...

..'...

...kissed him and...

...and...

...shot him with my revo'ver.

Thank you, Josh.

Where!s his body?

Where!s his body?

On the Dirtwater.

' Brought him home.

Mr Bastwick?

'!d 'ike to come with you.

To Dirtwater? Yes.

' Don!t think so.

You haven!t given up, have you?

'!d 'ike to come.

"You wish.

Oh, good.

'!d 'ike to see the country where ' grew up.

Bmma.

This is mad. Yes.

But ' have to do it. ' have to p'ay it through to the end.

R'CHARD: The biggest drove this country!s ever seen.

And the beasts - there!s thousands and thousands of head.

They!re a" pi'ing up here.

' Can!t get them through without your 'and.

( B'RDS SQUAWK )

' Knowthere!s hatred between us, between our fami'ies! and '!m sorry.

" ' Cou'd change the past, ' wou'd.

What ' can give you is Bi"abong back in exchange for the 'and ' need.

PIease, Bmma.

Richard...

...what wi" happen ifwe don!t se" to you?

' Think you knowwhat wou'd happen.

But ' want you to te" me.

'!d be destroyed.

And to avoid destruction, you!" give me back Bi"abong?

My father!s 'and?

Yes.

'T!s not enough.

' Want the Dirtwater.

This p'ace.

' Want the Dirtwater.

You!rejoking!

'T!s the heart of mywho'e operation.

That!s right, Richard.

' Want your heart.

( FOOTSTBPS APPROACH GBNTLY )

You began as a young man with a dream.

Give her the house. Give her the 'and. 't!s nothing.

Keep the dream.

(Sighs)

She can have the Dirtwater.

She can have it.

Thank you.

R'CHARD: ' didn!t know you!d be here so soon.

We!" be gone in a week.

' Wanted to take from you what you!d bui't...

...so you!d knowwhat my father fe't.

Now '!ve done it.

'!ve buried him here.

And it doesn!t taste of anything.

'!" keep this hi".

This is Tarbox 'and now.

The rest of it - make a price. You can have it.

You want my son!s grave?

My 'over!s grave.

You can visit him.

But you!" visit him on Tarbox 'and.

You owe me that.

That particu'ar pain.

Goodbye, Richard.

R'CHARD: Take it away, Davey.

Good shot. (Laughs)

(Laughs)

Are you going to te" him? Yes.

When?

Later.

Te" him now. ' want to see it.

Te" me what?

'!m going to the city.

When?

'N the morning.

When wi" you be back?

' Don!t know.

'N time for the mustering?

Maybe ' won!t be back at a".

Maybe a change of scene wi" do you good.

You cou'd start in one ofthe companies.

' Don!t want to work for one ofyour companies.

They!re not mine, they!re ours.

Theywere bui't for you and David and for your chi'dren.

Come off it, Dad!

You bui't them for yourse'f.

A monument to you.

' Don!t want it.

What do you want?

' Don!t know.

But '!m not going to spend the rest of my 'ife wa'king around in your shadow.

'!m not ever going to be the son you want me to be.

(Laughs)

' Don!t even 'ike you.

Oh, come off it, Richie.

And ' don!t respect you.

( DOOR CLOSBS )

( TRAFF'C PASSBS )

(Sarcastica"y) We", thanks a mi"ion!

INTERCOM: 60 seconds. Sfand by' Sfudío 3.

INTERCOM: Harold fríed fhe sfatfs. The fírsfplace he Iooked.

He 'eft the pub ha'f an hour ago.

Oh, the drunk! You shou'd never have cast him.

' Seem to remember you were very keen on him! dar'ing.

"Love'y voice, great appearance, a'together charming.!!

' Don!t take sugar.

MAN: Good evening.

Haro'd.

Christine, my dar'ing.

Get him out of here.

Can you read?

R'CH'B: Yeah. You!re on.

Fo"ow me. Harold' 10 seconds fo aír!

Good 'uck, son.

Oh.

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'N 'ast week!s episode, Rosa'ind had made herway

to the 'itt'e house on the surf-swept beach...

( SBAGULLS SQUAWK )

...'one'y, afraid, exhausted.

And there, in the darkened room,

Stefan was waiting.

(French accent) Oh! Stefan! My dar'ing!

' Thought you had gone from my 'ife forever.

When ' read your 'etter, '...

..'...

(Bxasperated'y) ..'...

The operation was a risk, but it has given me back my sight.

And now, 'et me 'ook at you.

Stefan.

Stefan!

Rosa'ind, you are more... exquisite'y beautifu' than ' remember

during a" those 'ong days, months in hospita'.

" On'y '!d known about...the accident.

' Feared you had wa'ked out of my 'ife forever.

'T was torture!

' Searched and searched,

a'ways knowing

one day ' wou'd find you.

( MUS'C SWBLLS )

(Sings happi'y)

GUY: Put that down!

Jesus Christ.

Josh.

You 'ook good.

And you 'ook shithouse.

Thanks.

Haven!t you heard?

The Depression!s over.

Yeah. Yeah.

We", why haven!t you gone home to your fami'y?

Theywou'dn!t want to see me.

' See.

Put that in your case, get your swag. You!re coming with me.

'!" take you to the rai'way, get you a ticket.

You can start making sense ofyour b'oody 'ife.

There!s nothing back there for me.

Hey, there!s nothing here either, mate.

You stay here...

...you!re going to die here.

Now, you wake up to yourse'f.

There!s no second chances.

( ORGAN PLAYS GOODBYE DOLLY GRAY )

Bxcuse me.

So, you don!t know who sent the tickets?

Maybe we!" find out.

M'CHABL: Mum. Mum!

Mum!

Mum, what!s wrong?

What? What!s wrong?

Nancy.

Michae'.

Michae', run and get a taxi.

Michae'?

Quick'y!

He!s a good.'ooking boy.

Yes, he is a good boy, your son.

And the baby?

There!s no baby.

What do you mean, there!s no baby?

He was born dead!

You must hate me.

' Don!t hate you, Guy.

' Don!t care.

' Was too scared to come back. (Scornfu"y) You were scared?

' Wanted to come back. But you didn!t!

Because you!re a coward.

You didn!t even say goodbye.

Nancy... (Cries out)

You weren!t there to hear Michae' crying for you

every night for a yearwhen you 'eft.

Crying from hunger sometimes.

You weren!t there...

...when they buried our baby.

Bvery time...' needed you...

...you weren!t there.

You were never...there.

( BLUBSY CLAR'NBT MUS'C )

Michae'!

He!s my father, isn!t he? What did you say to him?

' Said we didn!t want to see him again.

( KNOCKAT DOOR ) OK.

But maybe you shou'd have asked me first.

You want to see him? ' didn!t say that.

' Mean, '!m not a kid anymore.

' Can make my own decisions.

You knowwho ' am? Yeah.

'S your mother in? ' just want to say something.

Look, we don!t want to hear it.

Just once, son. Let me saywhat ' have to say.

Then you can throw me out.

'T was a dirty trick tonight, and '!m sorry.

But ' had to see you.

There!s something e'se ' have to say before ' go.

Before you throw me out.

' 'Ove you, Nancy.

' 'Ove you too, Michae'. Very much.

That!s funny.

' A'ways thought you!d p'ay the sax.

(Opens door) Guy.

Michae'!s o'd enough to make up his own mind.

' Don!t mind ifyou come round. Sometimes.

NEWSREEL: The boastfulBenífo Mussolíníhad alreadyrapedAbyssínía -

a fríalrun forhís sfruttíngfanafícalfollowers.

He was hand ín glove wífhAdolfHífler-

joínfpartners ín a plan fo conquerfhe world.

1939.

The sfaccafo sfompíng ofjackboofed Nazís was sfeadíIygrowíngsfronger.

The rumblíng offhe híghlymechanísed panzerdívísíons

was becomíng deafeníng.

A míghfy warmachíne was ready.

'!ve decided.

'!m going tojoin the army.

Don!t be so b'oody stupid.

David...

There!s going to be a war. A big one.

And the sooner '!m in, the sooner '!" get a commission.

You!re not going to become a so'dier!

Your brotherjoined the army.

Richie? David!

Joined the army.

Oh, for Christ!s sake!

David?

P'ease, don!t.

He a'ways made us say the first David went to war and died a hero.

That!s nonsense.

That!s horrib'e nonsense about heroes.

He died...

...in a dreadfu' way.

You mustn!t do this to me or to your father.

Oh... (Sighs)

(Christine 'aughs) (Peop'e chatter in background)

(Gasps and chuck'es) Oh!

(Laughs soft'y) Mmm!

RADIO: The Príme MínísferofAusfralía, fhe RíghfHonourable R.G. Menzíes...

(Richie ca"s out) Be quiet, everyone. MAN: Shh!

Quiet! (A" stop chattering)

ROBERTMENZIES ON RADIO: FellowAusfralíans'

ífís mymelancholy dufy fo ínform you otfícíally

fhafín consequence ofa persísfence by Germanyín herínvasíon ofPoland'

GreafBrífaín has declared warupon her,

and fhaf, as a resulf, Ausfralía ís also af war.

No harderfask can fall fo fhe Iof ofa democrafíc Ieader

fhan fo make such an announcemenf.

GreafBrífaín and France, wífh fhe cooperafíon offhe Brífísh domíníons'

have sfruggled fo avoíd fhís fragedy.

(Switches off radio)

( S"BNCB )

(Laughs dismissive'y)

(French accent) Anotherwar? Ha!

Howterrib'y inconvenient.

(Woman 'aughs)

(Posh accent) Yes, don!t you think this fe"ow Hit'er is the most dreadfu' bore?

(Laughs soft'y)

' Iove you on the wire'ess, Stefan.

Hi. He"o.

' Hope '!ve got the right address.

'!m 'ooking for my brother. Richie Bastwick?

(Laughs soft'y) So, you!re David? Yes.

'!m Christine.

'Rosa'ind!.

Femme fata'e? (Laughs)

Why don!t we go somewhere quiet and...discuss strategy?

Oh, ' don!t know much about it. Hmm?

War, ' mean.

Ah. (Laughs soft'y)

Does Dad know?

Yes.

This is David.

We!ve met.

Yeah, ' saw her making a pass at you. (Both 'augh)

You!ve got to watch her, you know.

He knows me too we".

' Heard you both on the wire'ess.

Marve"ous!

Come down here.

We!" be back in a minute.

Nice to meet you. You too.

"Te" me about the first David.!!

"The first David went to war and died a hero.!!

(Laughs soft'y)

Don!t die, wi" you?

Don!t be mad.

Richie?

'!m getting 'one'y.

What the he" are you doing, Richie?

' Don!t know.

Having a very good time, ' guess.

'T!s meant a 'ot to Michae', having you around.

'!ve never seen him so re'axed.

You raised him we", Nancy.

Yeah, ' did.

Mum. Sorry '!m 'ate, Dad.

Did you get thejob?

Yeah. That!s terrific! What is it?

Oh, Christ.

Michae'...

Oh, 'ook, a" the kids from schoo' are in it.

'T!s got nothing to do with you. Bng'and can fight her own wars.

Look, Hit'erwants to ru'e the wor'd.

Oh, and you!re going to stop him?

God, you!re a schoo'boy. Not even o'd enough to shave.

Look, ' knowwhat '!m doing! '!m not 'ike you!

Michae'! And what does that mean?

That!s enough. No.

" He thinks he!s o'd enough tojoin up, he can say it.

Go on, son. Say it.

We", '!m... Say it!

We", you ran away once!

Yeah, ' ran away.

My son!s right.

' Was a coward.

( SBNT'MBNTAL MUS'C 'N F"M )

NARRATOR IN FILM: As fhe pendulum swíngs'

fíckíng ouf each vífalsecond offhís' ourcrísís hour'

we cross fo fhe facforybenches as a remínderfo us all

fhaffoday fhe pafh ofdufyís a gloríous road

and fhafsacrífíce ís a shíníngforch

whích everyAusfralían should carrygrafefully.

How was íffoníghf? Oh' fhe same old Iurk.

Whaffhe people backhome would call ĘĘa níce' quíef day".

Same old sand...

' don!t think they can win this one without me.

...same old heaf, same old fíghfíng and...

Wi" you...be here when ' get back?

You gefbackínfo fhe french and fhere's no waferfo wash wífh.

You gef a bíf ofa sleep and fhen gefsfuckínfo íf agaín.

No.

Not un'ess '!m yourwife.

We", '!m asking you to marry me. Yes or no?

You?

Oh!

We"?

A'right.

(Laughs soft'y)

MAN: No more? MAN: No' fhe Iuckylasf.

Sfone fhe crows! I've míssed ouf agaín.

Here. Dryup and read me fhaf.

Thaf's a prívíIege you won'fhave, old son' when my eyes can see agaín.

Come on. ĘĘDearesfJím...

ĘĘHowmuch Iongerare you goíngfo sfay awayfrom me?"

(Man chuckles)

ĘĘI wísh you'd allhurryup and fínísh fhís war.

ĘWouldyou belíeve íf?"

He"o, Dad.

' Suppose ' ought to congratu'ate you.

Dad, this is Christine.

How do you do, Mr Bastwick?

We", you!re as pretty as they say.

' Don!t approve ofthis marriage.

" ' Had been consu'ted, ' wou'd have to'd Richard the same thing.

But nowyou!ve done it, ' suppose '!" have to 'ive with it.

FRANCBS: Richard... Can!t 'ie. Don!t have time to.

We'come to the fami'y.

What do you see in him?

What?

' Think Father!s wondering

why anywoman in her right mind wou'd marry me.

We", he!s a 'ot of fun.

Fun?

And ' 'ove him.

And he!s an abso'ute'y marve"ous 'over.

' Think that!s very important, don!t you?

So, it!s notjust my money?

Oh! '!ve got nothing against your money.

Bxact'y how much is he getting?

Bxcuse me.

(Laughs soft'y)

Poor dar'ing.

Give him time.

'!" organise some 'unch.

'T!s 'ove'y having anotherwoman here.

' Hope you visit often.

'S that you, Guy? GUY: Yeah.

'!m just squeezing into something more comfortab'e.

'!ve been on my feet a" day.

Take your time.

(Sighs) ' thought you might stay to dinner.

That boarding house food must be pretty crook. 's it?

Nothing fancy. Just a roast.

(Wo'f.whist'es)

Thought every gir' 'oved a sai'or.

Why?

Oh, ' thought '!d trave' the wor'd. Meet new peop'e.

You think you can 'ook after him, don!t you?

You can!t.

'N a war, you can!t be with him a" the time.

Michae'!s my son.

' Owe it to him.

And ' owe it to you.

(Laughs)

You are so stupid.

And so wonderfu'.

Wi" you kiss me, p'ease?

Yes, ma!am.

(Laughs)

Never made 'ove to a sai'or.

We", here!s your big chance. (Laughs)

( SW'NG MUS'C PLAYS )

( MUS'C STOPS ) (Nancy 'aughs)

MAN ON P.A.: Thank you, 'adies and gent'emen. Thank you very much.

Thank you. We hope you enjoyed that.

We", tonight is certain'y a big night for the fighting men of HMAS Perth,

theirwives and sweethearts.

(Drummer p'ays drumro") MAN ON P.A.: And now...

...'adies and gent'emen, Ab'e Seaman Guy Westaway -

the hottest sax in town!

(Drummer p'ays drumro")

Come on up, Guy. Let!s make this party swing.

(P'ays upbeat, jazzy version of Goodbye Dolly Gray)

(Rhythm section begins accompanying)

(Horn section begins accompanying)

(Guy p'ays short riff)

(Michae' repeats riff)

(Guy resumes p'aying)

(Michae' p'ays)

(Guy p'ays)

(P'ays riff)

(Laughs) (Michae' s'ows tempo)

(Band 'ifts tempo) What?

(Laughs)

What did you say?

'!m going to have a baby.

We!re going to have a baby?!

(Partygoers cheer and app'aud)

(Michae' and band p'ay ForHe's a Jolly Good Fellow)

(Partygoers sing) ♪ For he!s ajo"y good fe"ow

♪ And so say a" of us. ♪

(A" app'aud and give three cheers)

(Josh narrafes) And once agaín' youngAusfralíans'

men ín fheírpríme, hundreds offhousands offhem'

wenffo fíghf a war ín places fhey'd neverheard or'

Thís fíme fhe flag.wavíng was more resfraíned.

The kíIIíng offhe Greaf Warwas sfíII a deep scarín ournafíon's memory.

Even so, a whole generafíon packed fheírkíf and fookfheírleave -

amongfhem, fhe two sons ofone offhe counfry's wealfhíesfmen.

Davíd was posfed fo fhe fronflíne - fo NorthAfríca.

Ríchíe wenffo fhafgreafAsían fortress - Síngapore.

WINSTON CHURCHILL ON RADIO: I speakfo you ínAusfralía and NewZealand'

forwhose safefy we wíIIsfraín everynerve.

I speakfo you allunderfhe shadow

ofa heavy and far.reachíng míIífary defeaf.

Ifís a Brífísh and ímperíal defeaf.

Síngapore has fallen.

AIIfhe MalayPenínsula has been overrun.

Ofherdangers gafheraboufus ouffhere,

and none offhe dangers whích we have hífherto successfully wífhsfood'

afhome and ín fhe Easf,

are ín any way dímíníshed.

Thís, fherefore, ís one offhose momenfs

when fhe Brífísh race and nafíon

can showfheírqualífy and fheírgeníus.

Thís ís one offhose momenfs... (Josh switches off radio)

They said it was impregnab'e.

(Gasps soft'y) Richie!

Mr Bastwick.

Thank you.

David!s dead.

He was ki"ed in action.