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Let's go.

I'm going to go to the

home.

I'm going to go to the

home.

I'm going to go to the

home.

I'm going to go to the

home.

I'm going to go to the

home.

I'm going to go to the

home.

I'm going to go to the

home.

I'm going to go to the running

class.

My guide is to drive along for

energy now.

geys Ground.

I don't know the Systems

ood.

You all right, my love?

Yes.

Yes.

There seems to be no assembly hall, no office of information.

Where does one begin here?

Come on, Charles.

Hey, fellow.

Hi, sir.

Hey, sir.

Hey, sir.

Hey, sir.

Hey, fellow.

Hey, sir.

What is it you're wishing to know?

For a start.

May we buy some of your fish?

Oh, they're not my fish, sir.

They're the governments.

Everything here belongs to the government.

It will excuse us.

It's just that we...

I understand, ma'am.

You've just come from the ship, and after months of dried up food,

the smell of a plain fresh fish is almost too much for you.

Oh, again.

Get on with your work.

You're a convict.

Why are convicts in charge of convicts?

When there are guards and officers strolling about doing nothing?

You're the best coming side, sir.

The New South Wales Corps, sir, won't tink itself by mixing with the convict element.

It's not even to supervise it.

The governor has been obliged to use some of us,

so I promise you it makes me feel like poach your term, Gamekeeper.

Hear that.

Mr. Ryder wants to know about land grants and where he might farm.

Well, the Sydney town is a hellhole, as you can see, sir.

Let me see the place for you is near a paramatha.

Well, that's upriver and green and fertile.

A little bit closer to what you used to.

That does sound more to my taste.

Should we move on to this place at once?

Could you come with us?

As our guide.

Oh, you wouldn't be wanting me, sir.

I'm a dangerous man.

You don't look dangerous to me.

All Irishmen are a monstrous threat to the English crown, are they not?

At least they seem to think I was and sent me all this way to prove it.

Are you sure it's not possible to buy just a little fish?

Well, you see, ma'am, all the fish caught in the harbor are taken to the hospital.

It's only after the poor wretches there have been fed that they make any surplus over to the general.

That's Governor's Otis.

But it's amazing how little the six seem to need.

Now how much gets through to the general populace?

At a price.

How are you tempting us to bribe you, ma'am?

Never, sir.

But I might manage to slip you some as a welcome in gift.

You know, you've not given us an answer.

Will you be our guide to the promised land of patermata?

Well, trusty has certain privileges.

If you can get the right permissions, I'll do my best for you.

Good.

What's your name?

Holden.

Jeremy, hold me.

I'll be back.

You're not a good one.

I'm not a good one.

I'm not a good one.

I'm not a good one.

I'm not a good one.

I'm not a good one.

I'm not a good one.

Yes, sir.

Yes.

Yes.

Yes.

Yes.

Where are the fires?

What did you see?

Where are they going?

Put the fire!

Hey Gary, put the flag in the gate.

If I win my pardon, will this be our home?

I'd rather go farther afield, grab myself a handsome chunk of land out of the colony's limits.

But surely, McLean, that could be dangerous.

That's a side too neat and pretty for my liking.

We might as well be back and old England.

Just, sir.

I think this is for us.

Wouldn't you say my dear?

I will apply for a land grant immediately.

I'll bind up for it. I know dear, but, sir.

Where do we live in the meantime?

I can help you. I'm sure Mrs. Ryder.

There are small houses.

Little more than hot sum afraid, but...

It's... a big hit.

Whoa!

We!

Oh, there! There, Bravo!

Oh!

Am I mistook?

I thought you were Mrs. Ryder, but...

I am Mrs. Judy Ryder.

And this is my very charming maid, Miss Saturday.

I see.

Mrs. Abbott.

I'm pleased to make your acquaintance.

Shall we have some tea?

Sarah?

Yes, Thomas.

Do you prefer Indian or China?

That I leave entirely to you.

Do sit down, Mrs. Abbott.

Thank you.

One must be careful not to relax one soon.

Simply because one is in the corner.

How long have you been here?

My husband and I have been here almost well.

Very well.

I'll... I'll...

Oven, when do we ever break through into the open?

The sameness of this forest is vitally depressing.

It's no gentle English countryside.

To open it up they'll have to fight every inch of the way.

They?

Are you not part of it then?

What stay could a miserable convict have in it?

I've lost my home.

I'll never find a new one.

If the soil is good and I am granted land,

will you work with me?

Be my overseer.

Since I left home, I've been ordered about by every free man who felt like it.

No man has ever asked me to work with him.

I think, Mr. McLean, it would be a charming idea.

We'll be safe here when the river floods.

Look at this soil.

It was thoroughly meant for farming.

This is where I'll build a home for my Sarah.

She's a convict woman, is she not?

I'm to ask for a pardon.

What's he like, the governor?

A fillet?

Oh, a dry stick of a man, very strict.

But fair, severe, but fair.

A few months ago, when we'd hardly enough Russians to get through a fortnight,

he put his own private supply in with the common stock.

Took the same, Russians, as the meanest convict.

We must hurry back to Sydney, Tom, to see him, though.

Why is that?

But did you not know?

He's in poor health and is resigned.

He's the sale for England on a ship that's anchored this minute in Sydney Harbor.

The officers of the Corps have raised their own money to charter the ship.

The captain is agreeable.

All that's needed is your signature, your excellency.

Major Gross, your position has come and down,

gives you no right to bring private supplies into the colony.

For the sole use of the New South Wales Corps.

It smacks of unfair advantage, special privilege.

The very evils I have throughout my term, in scrupulous to a voice.

Sir, I cannot expect my officers to exist much longer on, to be blunt,

than meager, unwholesome Russians from the government's stores.

I cannot agree that the Russians are unwholesome.

They see them daily at my own table.

Major, ship's masters have been allowed to trade freely in our port.

As you must know, most of them cheat their crew and convicts of their proper ration on the voyage out here.

Deliver them half-starved, then sell what they say ever to profit,

to speculate as such as you.

That's your private merchant, sir.

If they cannot control their own greed, then the government must set controls for them.

And that I will do until my last day in this column.

Now, you're not to be nervous sitting out here.

I shall go in there and demand. Demand your pardon.

He is the king's representative, Andrew.

Do you think a demand would be quite correct?

Are you nervous?

Me? Of course not. Of course not.

Of course not.

Mr. Andrew McLean.

The woman is a convict.

As I have looked into the case.

Mr. McLean, you don't know what I've suffered here these years.

Doing battle with stubborn sinfulness, the ignorance, the savagery of the convict population.

And the women, sir, are more vicious than the men.

They're among the most degraded specimens of the whole human race than why any man would want to marry one of them.

But I do, excellency.

This office is really bother. Simply take up with them.

Those companions.

No legal time.

Even if I wish that excellency, she would not come with me on those terms.

She is far from degraded excellency.

She is very proud.

A proud convict.

I'm sorry, I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

A proud convict.

Would that I could see this phenomenon?

Your excellency. This is Sarah Dayne.

The signs of Mr. and Mrs. James Rider.

Is it Sarah?

But they will be happy to release her upon our marriage.

On the whole, marriage is between persons of the same stationary life for those most likely to succeed.

Your excellency.

May I speak?

I understand the government wishes free men to take up land and settle here.

I'd be perfectly pleased for Mr. McLean to do so.

But a man on his own, your excellency, may pack up and leave at any time.

A man with a family has a stake in the community.

But that is certainly my feeling, sir. No wife, no farm. I should not want to stay on here.

Is there some kind of ultimate of Mr. McLean?

Not at all, sir.

I believe that Mr. and Mrs. Rider have spoken for, Miss Dane.

I hoped the letter I brought from them was placed before you this morning.

It was.

Indeed, they speak of Miss Dane's most apt qualifications.

As a servant.

It goes against everything I believe from my experience here.

But very well.

On the day she marries Mr. Andrew McLean, the convict Dane will be deemed a wonderful pardon.

But you, sir, will be responsible for her.

I am long used to your excellency, to being responsible for myself.

Nevertheless, you are in Mr. McLean's charge now.

And you might display a little gratitudeness.

My deepest thanks, your excellency.

What we can expect now is condescension and out-pride hostility.

Accept it into this tightness, Miss Rider. You're only under suffrage.

My darling, you're free to marry. Be together.

Nothing else matters.

James, let a temperature fall.

Outside.

I must do these then, but the children are dead.

It won't be for much longer.

You tell me that, but every day I'm reminded I have no position here at all and won't have until I'm wed.

Sarah, do you doubt me?

You know I love you.

Love isn't marriage, Andrew.

How many weeks? Months? Not long for you.

Not long for you now. To hold you. To make love to you.

I'm sorry, Andrew. I'm still the writer's servant and a convict.

I must have their good will.

Oh damn, they're good.

We must wait, Andrew. Until our wedding day. You won't tell me when that's to be.

There's so much to be done.

It will be soon. I promise you. As soon as I can build a home for you.

But there's hardly a thing available.

We've done through very hard times, Mr. McLean. We're little enough to begin with.

How can I begin part of me with junk like this?

I'm sorry.

That's the way he wants. And his work in tools. He's a carpenter.

And of the very few we have here, he's the best.

He needs his tools to trade as much as I do.

We must offer him something he wants even more.

Look to be a craftsman, old man.

Andrew, in whom he built my house, you will be taken care of.

Shall we agree with the fee?

Old fellow, I need a good carpenter to construct my farm building.

Payment in rums. A very generous ration.

I am dealing with this man.

It's a good time to be here.

It's not enough, boy. We're going to do it.

Give out the ration.

Strange. How fast the dark comes down.

No, too I like it. Even now, I'm not yet used to it.

Well, it's our home now. We must come to Terram's.

Oh, you will. Then with the money will, you grab all the land you can get.

We'll have the same landown in class.

Exact coffee of the unjust old world will be left behind.

Am I unjust?

Come on, you take the tail off to me!

Send yourself down there!

You're a good friend!

Get on him!

Get on him!

How I quiet!

Take your strength for your work.

Can any world be built with such creatures?

Or you put the wrong in their hands?

Your suggestion. And at the rate they consume it, I'll soon need more.

Not much cash.

But they'll not work without it now.

Unless we flood them every day.

No, no.

Well, I'll just have to do what I always do when pushed.

Sir, it is time we met.

You're not an officer of the New South Wales Corps.

Get your seat freely at our gaming table.

I was an officer for the East India Company, sir.

And the Corps has made me welcome.

And now you're becoming a farmer.

And will be, I hope, the most prosperous in the colony.

Ah, no, sir.

I am already on my way from that.

You are Andrew McLean.

I am John McArthur.

Ah, the duelist!

If I had to deal with your ship's captain and have the matter end with his recall,

your diplomacy must match your temper, sir.

Perhaps we'd best not talk with my temper.

Come.

You've been a little bit too late.

You should meet some of my colleagues.

That was my parting shot.

The shipping question will be arriving soon.

Ah, McArthur.

This is Mr. Andrew McLean.

McLean?

Major Gross.

Take part of Lieutenant Governor Gross.

The generous and accommodating soul who has replaced Flinty Old Phillip.

Ah, hard castle?

We have met.

So when the ship arrives, when any ship arrives,

you must appoint one or two of your number to buy its cargo at the price you wish to pay.

And then share the goods out among those who have subscribed.

Am I too late, your excellency, to join this, sir, trading ring?

It's restricted to members of the Corps.

I'm unlawfully then.

Merely a sensible and practical arrangement.

For the man and the ring, yes.

But at this very moment, I wish to buy some necessities for my fire,

and I'm not too sure that the government's stores can supply what I...

Distors the McConers set aside for private trading, McArthur.

You should assist Mr. McLean in this matter.

Excuse me.

Carves, gentlemen.

I say that I shall need a friend if I'm ever to break into the office's charms.

A man with a kind of influence you need would be no friend, but a rival.

That's not an enemy.

Isn't it the general rule in any community that those of some influence stick together?

I came into this town because I'll soon need more rum.

I can pay in gold coin.

A welcome change I'd have thought from promissory notes.

Perhaps you can manage without the officers.

Our new governor, the Fireball, Major Gross, talks of making me pay master to the Corps.

As you'll be in charge of all transactions.

You've chosen your weapons.

McArthur, I'm obliged to you for your help today.

You and Mrs. McArthur will very soon be receiving an invitation to a wedding.

I had heard of the romance.

The refreshments are inside you.

My wife's apologies, McLeigh.

A sick headache at the last minute.

I understand.

His excellency.

Lieutenant Governor Gross, governor of this colony on behalf of his Majesty George III.

The colony's very few ladies have known to find the flimsies of excuses.

Not too clear?

My dear, I must ask you.

Richard, your childhood love.

Have you really put him from your mind?

I've had no time to think of anyone but Andrew.

He fills my life.

So he should.

I'm here to find him.

Dearly beloved, we are gathered together here in the sight of God

and in the face of this congregation to join together this man and this woman in holy matrimony.

For as much as Andrew and Sarah have consented together in holy wedlock

and have witnessed the same before God and his companies,

and there to have given and pledged their truth either to other

and have declared the same by giving and receiving of a ring and by joining of hands,

I pronounce that they be man and wife together

in the name of the father and of the son and of the holy ghost, amen.

Congratulations, Mcgarden.

Mcgarden.

Andrew, Mrs. Muthley.

Congratulations, Mr. Muthley.

Thank you, James.

Over here.

What is it?

If I hear a one word about convict horse.

Andrew, Andrew.

The governor hasn't given us a pardon yet.

He'll honor Philip's promise.

He must, mustn't he?

I expect his wedding for the discreet moment.

Thank you.

Great silence for his excellency.

I am delighted this day to give the official seal of approval on this happy

and shall I say, enterprising path.

With the power invested in me by his Britannic Majesty,

I hereby revoke your prison sentence and declare that you, Sarah McLean,

Nadane, have from this moment are no longer the status of convict,

but are a free woman in the care of your husband.

Sir, the lady's pardon.

It's not possible to thank you for everything you've done, Sarah.

But I lost my mother when I was a very small child.

I've never loved a woman before.

If that counts for anything,

it's not possible to thank you for everything you've done.

Sarah.

But I lost my mother when I was a very small child.

I've never loved a woman before.

I've never loved a woman before.

If that counts for anything with you.

Now that's enough.

I'm not going to make a fool of myself and a show of you, Julia,

for this handful of red coats.

Well, Sarah, I hope you are strong.

A long walk ahead to Untamed Fudderslam.

It's shame for London plans of farming community,

and perhaps hardly a single horse.

I'll walk wherever Andrew asked me to.

Oh, damn me for a fool.

I thought I was a fool.

I thought I was a fool.

I thought I was a fool.

I thought I was a fool.

Oh, damn me for a fool.

I've forgotten to give my wife her a wedding present.

Oh, Andrew.

Can we hold them?

Sarah, enjoy what I give you if you please.

There you go.

John, Ellen.

Oh, boy. Oh, boy.

I'll miss you.

My congratulations, Mrs. Mckay.

Here, Jeremy.

I'll miss you.

I'll miss you.

I'll miss you.

I'll miss you.

I'll miss you.

I'll miss you.

I'll miss you.

I'll miss you.

I'll miss you.

I'll miss you.

I'll miss you.

I'll miss you.

I'll miss you.

I'll miss you.

I'll miss you.

I'll miss you.

I'll miss you.

I'll miss you.

I'll miss you.

I'll miss you.

I'll miss you.

I'll miss you.

I'll miss you.

I'll miss you.

I'll miss you.

Jeremy.

Have you decided yet on a name for you, huh?

Sarah is giving me my way.

I want to call it Kintyre.

A good Scottish name.

To the house of Mcklay then.

And to the mistress of Kintyre.

Thank you.

I don't know.

But I'm tired, aren't we?

I.

You might tell me.

I'm tired.

I'm tired.

I'm tired.

I'm tired.

I'm tired.

I'm tired.

I'm tired.

I'm tired.

I'm tired.

I'm tired.

I'm tired.

I'm tired.

I'm tired.

I'm tired.

I'm tired.

I'm tired.

I'm tired.

I'm tired.

I'm tired.

I'm tired.

I'm tired.

I'm tired.

I'm tired.

I'm tired.

I'm tired.

I'm tired.

I'm tired.

I'm tired.

I'm tired.

I'm tired.

I'm tired.

I'm tired.

I'm tired.

I'm tired.

Helen!

Helen!

Helen!

Phonepot!

T encountered in his bride!

You n particulates?

I have no word but word.

Jeremy, put your ride on and tell Annie we've arrived.

Mrs. McClay will want hot water and a medium.

Right, sir.

Thank you, Andrew.

Mr. Hogan. Mr. Trick.

Have you managed to get any work out of them?

Oh, by standing over them and shouting and screaming ten times more than any three,

we never would.

Mr. Hogan! Mr. Hogan, I'll hear them.

Annie Stokes. You'll be drawing about for the mistress, I hope.

I think I know what's proper. I've been in service all my life I have,

apart from a little bit of trouble with the law.

Food as drink, and if she wants hot water, what water she shall have.

What's she like, then?

You, Bunch. I hear to serve you, mistress, not to ask questions.

I am my Tis, she. And a moment ago, I don't know better than anybody else.

Maybe worse.

Mrs. McClay will have no easy time of it.

Sarah?

Oh, Andrew. Will they obey me?

They'd better.

No, dear. This I must do on my own.

You must be Annie.

I'll learn your name, Slainter.

Now, I need a bath and I hope you prepare for the day.

I'll have to go.

I'll tell you what, I'll have to go.

And I'll have to go.

I'll have to go.

I'll have to go.

You must be Annie.

I'll learn your name, Slainter.

Now, I need a bath and I hope you prepared food for Mr. McClay.

And Mr. Hogan. It's been a long ride.

Yes, Madam. Everything's ready.

Here I'll forget you.

That's it.

There's nothing to eat us, Joe, but they should fit snug enough.

Would it not be better to give each rating a squared off, ending?

So they may fit end to end within the post hole.

Other farms use that method.

I'll have to go.

I'll have to go.

I'll have to go.

I'll have to go.

Other farms use that method.

Here's a mere suggestion, of course.

Get on with your work.

Would your mind step in a side a moment, please, Madam?

It is hard enough to keep discipline Mrs. McClay without interference from people who may or may not know what they're talking about.

Hogan, I know your memories are all of soft Irish women who question nothing and bend always to their men, folks will.

I am not that kind of woman.

And here, now, I'm never likely to be.

You must accustom yourself to the idea.

I don't care what you think of me, but it would distress my husband were you and I to be enemies.

Why old can't you out here, Mr. Webington?

Mrs. Ryder, I cannot for the life of you understand why you should wish to take such a long, entire journey.

I promised there I'd be there to help when her first town was born.

But surely this woman was a convict?

Precisely, Mr. Webington.

Was a convict.

Is not now.

Besides, she is my friend.

Hey, Fred! Get moving!

Good day to you, Mr. Dan. But how goes it here?

I'm so pleased.

Too late!

Too late!

Hey, June!

I'm a father!

Come in quickly!

I must be well in good, go near the doctor now, sorry!

Danny!

Go straight in, Julia. I want to tell the news to Jeremy.

Really, Mrs. Ryder, no, gentlemen, would have delivered her first child with such little difficulty.

Duff and scene right.

I wonder what it is.

What?

The child!

Who?

Julia, Dr. Worthington.

Oh, I'm so sorry to bring you all this way for nothing.

I do. You may have to go straight back if you're not to be cut off here.

What?

The rains.

The local natives keep warning Andrew that the river could flood.

Why?

I'm not at this moment interested in the flights.

Will you please tell me what is the child?

Why?

It's not happening.

I will make the corner here.

But the new stock will need more fencing.

I think we'll try the other method this time. End to end.

Mr. McLean!

Mr. Dandler!

What is it?

The flies wiped out my crop, Mr. McLean.

I can't pay my debts.

Not unless I sell the farm itself.

We begin to grow my love.

I bought Mr. Dandler's land.

And very cheap it was in the circumstances.

Mr. McLean, I made you a list.

Oh, so that's what's done is it?

The lucky ones get rich on other people's misfortunes.

I got here first and was intelligent enough to choose high ground

that wouldn't be a good idea.

And was intelligent enough to choose high ground that wouldn't blood the first drizzle.

Are you saying that I don't deserve to make good?

Andrew, I think Jeremy has a list of purchases. You're to make in Sydney.

Well, the man offered me his land. What was I to do?

Let him some cash to keep going.

You're too soft-hearted. It's a good thing I'm not.

The latest ship is just what news from Europe, Jeremy.

A year out of date, still a little frightening.

The French King Louis was executed by the mob.

We know it's I due to favour. Perhaps you think they ought to rise up and do that to us.

Of course, I don't think that.

Come with me. Change your mind.

Jeremy can look after things here.

It's a very big occasion, Sarah. They've got rid of foolish old gross.

And what a grand ceremony it will be to swear in Governor Hunter.

David's too small. Besides, I've no happy memories of Sydney Town and its snobbish women.

I'm perfectly happy, Andrew, to stay here.

Hogan, I shall have to leave my lady in your care.

MUSIC

Gentlemen, officers, let me state my purpose in calling you together before the public ceremony begins.

I have been charged as the new governor of this colony to suppress the illicit trade in rum.

I expect the cooperation of every man in this room.

I wonder if anything a parliament decides at the other end of the world can be expected to control what is happening here.

Surely, it's a matter for the local authorities to decide.

I, sir, am the local authority now.

In London, they are in no doubt that the somewhat lax atmosphere under Mr. Gross must be changed.

To remind the colony of the king's power and my power as his governor, I have called here the largest military assembly in I understand some years.

They've been dragged in, even from the outlying districts.

And many areas, I may say, are left stripped of guards.

I have brought them here so that the whole of Sydney Town can see from the outset that I am not the instrument of the New South Wales Corps.

I am the instrument of the king.

The king.

But we can't have spent so much on food.

But we did, and would have spent even more if I hadn't beaten down the price.

I don't mean to criticise Mr. Hogan, but...

Mr. Evans from Denver's farm.

Mr. McLean, who was his denver? Who was his last day on the farm, and he...

Speak up, man. What happened?

Who murdered him?

Murdered.

Who has?

The convicts. They're breaking out.

You must go to get help.

God, there's hardly a soldier for miles around.

Did they see you come this way?

I don't know, I'm very likely.

You must go to Parramatta.

Parramatta?

Damn you, Miss Evans. Can't you understand?

You must get whatever troops they have to come here as fast as they can, or we've no chance.

No chance at all.

You'll go to Mrs. McLean and the child. It'll be safer.

Not since. That would only slow Evans down.

Besides, I belong here.

I am responsible.

I suppose I can shoot a man as well as most if I'm forced to.

No convicts are going to take my home.

Evans?

Evans?

You must go inside, Ma'am.

Oh, yes, Hogan?

And what do you intend?

Oh, I see.

I'm the Irish rebel thirsty for bloody revolution.

I'm I, why are you unfurrifling with...

It's almost...

It must be.

We'll be next.

We'll be here any more, Miss.

You must trust me.

I'm the Irish rebel.

I'm the Irish rebel.

I'm the Irish rebel.

I'm the Irish rebel.

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