Australia

My grandfather, King George...

he take'em me walkabout,

teach me blackfella way.

Grandfather teach'em me most important lesson of all.

Tell'em story.

That day I down the billabong.

King George... he teach me how to catch'em fish using magic song.

See, I not blackfella. I not white fella either.

Them white fellas call me mixed-blood,

- half-caste... - Yea!

Creamy.

- Hyah! - I belong no one.

That day I see'em them white fellas.

They were pushing them cheeky bulls across the river...

onto Carney land.

King George angry at them white fellas.

King George say them white fella bad spirit.

Must be taken from this land.

Shh.

Coppers.

Them coppers come take me away.

They want to put me on that Mission Island.

Make me into a white fella.

But they're not coppers.

Whoa there. Whoa. Whoa.

And that first time I saw her...

that Mrs. Boss.

The strangest woman I ever seen.

She's not from this land.

This land my people got many names for,

but white fellas call it...

Australia.

But this story not begin that day.

This story begin a little while ago in a land far, far away.

That land called England.

My husband must sell Faraway Downs.

But the offer from this "Cattle King," Mr. Carney,

is only one-sixth of what it was once worth.

We need the money, Ramsden.

But Maitland is just about to muster the fats.

What?

Get the-the big cows ready for market.

Ramsden, you and I both know...

there is only one reason my husband has spent so much time down under,

and it has absolutely nothing to do with cows.

At least not of the animal variety.

Lady Ashley, I... I do think that's a bit harsh.

- Oh, Ramsden, drink your tea. - Lady Ashley!

What do you intend to do?

I intend to travel to this cattle station,

sell it...

and bring Maitland home myself!

But, Lady Ashley, it's Australia.

Darling Sarah, I implore you, do not travel.

Outbreak of war imminent. Stop.

Maitland, your concern regarding war duly noted. Stop.

Have plan concerning cattle.

Sale to King Carney not necessary.

- Need more time. Stop. - Nonsense. Stop.

Expect contract for sale of station to be drawn by time of my arrival. Stop.

Cannot meet you. Stop. Am mustering. Stop.

Have sent trusted man. Stop. The Drover. Stop.

The Drover?

Drover, you boong lover.

Any of you other Carney boys want to have a go?

Come on, fellas. Don't let fear stand in your way.

I'll have ya.

Hey! No boongs in here!

He's not in the pub, Ivan.

Go on.

Run after your boong friend, 'cause as far as this town's concerned, you are a black.

You work with them, you eat with them,

and you sleep with them.

Oh, crikey.

When you see her, wave your hat.

What are you waiting for, an invitation?

I hate coming to town.

Lady Sarah Ashley.

A genuine aristocrat living right here in Darwin.

Administrator, we're at war.

Oh.

As the officer...

in charge of livestock purchases for the armed forces...

- She's quite a looker. - I fail to see...

what Lady Sarah Ashley...

has to do with Carney's stranglehold of the beef industry.

Her husband, Lord Ashley,

claims he's mustering fats at Faraway Downs.

- Faraway Downs? - Faraway Downs.

The only cattle station in the whole of the north...

not owned by Leslie "King" Carney.

Lord Maitland Ashley is mustering on Faraway Downs?

Yeah, yeah.

Isn't quite what we had in mind, is it, Neil?

No. Yeah.

And now his missus has arrived on the flying boat.

Doesn't look like they're gonna sell Faraway Downs to me, Neil.

Ah, she won't last.

A delicate English rose withers in the outback. Hmm.

You with me?

If you must know, I am to be met...

By my husband's trusted man, a Mr. Drover.

The bloody Drover?

Bring it. Yes.

Move it.

Look at my wife and daughter down there giving her the royal welcome.

My fiancé, Neil Fletcher, manages Faraway Downs.

Good day.

A bit pale.

Not a bad-looking sheila, but what's the story on the luggage?

Wants to settle down in the outback, does she?

If she stays and Lord Ashley manages to get his cattle down onto that wharf there,

then we've got a competitor for the army contract, Neil.

Carney's control of every cattle station in the north...

jeopardizes the supply of beef to our troops.

But it's a poor war that doesn't make a decent patriot rich, so...

I don't want a single beast from Faraway Downs...

to set a hoof on that wharf.

- You with me, Neil? - Yeah, yeah. Nature will take its course.

What about the missus?

No, I've arranged for someone special to give her the old scenic route.

Give her a taste of the outback.

No!

- Who's taking her? - The Drover.

The Drover?

Enjoy the ride, sweetheart.

I'm Sarah Ashley.

My husband, Lord Ashley,

has sent a trusted man to collect me.

A, uh... A Mr. Drover.

It seems as if he has been waylaid.

No women.

Ladies' lounge next door.

The hen parlor's that away, my dear.

No wonder your establishment is empty.

Good day.

Oh! Oh!

You can take him!

No!

Oh! No, no!

No, not my bags. Not my...

Oh, no, no!

Here.

Welcome to Australia.

Drover take Mrs. Boss to Faraway Downs...

in a great, big, fancy truck.

He even let her sit in his special seat.

She even drinks Drover's own water bottle.

That's it.

They get along like a burnin' house.

Now, Magarri... he sit'em up top.

And Magarri's cousin Goolajbaloong...

he come along for the ride.

- Oh! - They make'em friends right away.

Water.

Oh.

That's it. That's it. Stay, Jedda. Stay.

"Trusted man." Typical of my husband.

Actually, your husband's a pretty good bloke.

Yes, well, he certainly knows how to choose his employees.

- Employee? - Mmm. No wonder the place is bankrupt.

- Lady, I'm not an employee. - Really?

So you're just driving me all the way out to Faraway Downs...

as a personal favor to my husband, are you?

No.

Him being such a good bloke and all, hmm?

I'm driving you out there because he

promised me a drove of 1,500 head of cattle.

- What, to buy? - No, you goose. To drove.

I'm a drover, right? I move the cattle from "A" to "B."

All right? I work on commission. No man hires me, no man fires me.

- Oh... - Everything I own...

I can fit in my saddlebag, which is the way I like it.

Oh! Yes, well, it's all... all very "outback adventure," isn't it?

- I'm not saying it's for everyone. - No.

Definitely not for everyone.

Most people like to own things. You know, land, luggage, other people.

Makes them feel secure. But all that can be taken away.

And in the end, the only thing you really own is, uh...

is your story.

Just tryin' to live a good one.

Yes, yes. An adventure story. Mmm. You sound just like my husband.

Oh!

Oh, they're kangaroos!

- Big reds. - Oh! Lovely.

- Beautiful. - Oh, yeah, yeah. Beautiful.

I've never seen a kangaroo. Beautiful, jumping.

- Yeah, they're jumping. - Oh!

Oh, it's beautiful.

- Uh... - Oh! Look at them jumping!

Ah!

Mr. Drover.

Hey, Miss Boss.

Tucker, Mrs. Boss?

- Mr. Drover. - Yeah?

- There's only one tent. - That's right.

For the four of us?

Well, you know, it gets pretty chilly here at night.

We, uh... We like to bunk up together, eh, Magarri? Goolaj, huh?

Nice and close, you know.