[ Budjerah and Matt Corby: ♪ The Way ]
♪ Just one
♪ Drop from
♪ The sky like the
♪ Teardrop
♪ That forms in my eyes
♪ It brings
♪ New strength
♪ To take its claim
♪ Regeneration
♪ To heal our pain
♪ Ride into the wind
♪ Until you're home again
♪ Feel it in the rain
♪ Can you find the way?
♪ Feel it in the rain
♪ Can you find the way?
♪ It's time we start to relay
♪ The wonders of our history
♪ Our breath defies
♪ The story's page
♪ The songs created
♪ The path we made
♪ Ride into the wind
♪ Until you're home again
♪ Feel it in the rain Feel it in the rain
♪ Can you find the way?
♪ The way, yeah, yeah, yeah
♪ Feel it in the rain The rain
♪ Can you find the way?
♪ The way, yeah, yeah, yeah
♪ Feel it in the rain. ♪
[ wind blowing ]
[ ♪ haunting music ]
WOMAN: Dead. All of them. That's what he said.
The pilot swooped down to get a closer look.
Dead as doorposts, they were.
It's a real tragedy.
- How terrible.
HAIRDRESSER: And on the eve of the ball, too.
CATH: Well, what were they doing in the Kuraman?
CARNEY: Tragic news about Lady Ashley, Captain.
But I got a business to run.
And you got an army to feed.
So let's not muck about.
- I suppose it's not a real war
unless someone's making a profit.
- You got 'em ready to load, Neil?
- Yeah, we're right to go.
- 'Cause I got a feeling
the Captain's gonna put pen to paper.
- All hail the King!
Yeah...
[ cattle lowing ]
WOMAN: Where did he come from?
Oh, look.
- Hello, little sweetie.
[ cattle lows ]
[ crockery rattling ]
WOMAN: What's going on?
[ pen scribbling ]
[ ♪ tense music builds ]
[ cattle lowing ]
[ cattle bellowing ]
- What the bloody hell is that?
- Gentlemen!
I'm Sarah Ashley, owner of Faraway Downs.
We are making delivery
of 1,500 head of prime, FD-branded short-horns.
We will require a holding yard.
- We're full!
- Says who?
- The owner.
- You must be Mr Carney.
- Too right, love.
DUTTON: Lady Ashley, I'm Emmett Dutton.
I'm the officer in charge of livestock purchases.
- We will accept 20% less
than what the Carney Cattle Company is asking.
- No can do, love. You're late. The contract's signed.
- But this contract is not binding
until the cattle are loaded.
- Load the bloody cattle now!
Get off your backsides! Get our cattle onto the ship!
- You drive 'em straight down to the wharf.
I'll try and keep Carney's cattle in the yard.
[ ♪ suspenseful music ]
- Load the bloody cattle now!
- Drover!
[ ♪ majestic music ]
Load!
STOCKMAN: Let's get the bulls on now! Come on!
- What are you blokes doing?! Load the cattle!
Load!
Hey, Bull! Open the bloody crush!
Close that gate!
STOCKMAN: Shut the gate!
[ horse neighs ]
[ cattle lowing ]
- Open the chute!
Yeah, traps!
[ men laughing ]
Ya missed the boat, sunshine!
STOCKMAN: Yeah, you're too late, Drover, ya drongo!
[ men laughing ]
[ ♪ suspenseful music builds ]
- Ahh!
[ ♪ triumphant music ]
[ onlookers cheering and whistling ]
[ stockmen shouting ]
SARAH: Drover!
- Push them straight down the wharf!
I'll stop Carney's cattle at the ship.
Ahh! Come on!
[ ♪ majestic music ]
- Yah!
ALLSOP: There are cattle being driven down the wharf.
- My husband must have a problem with the loadings.
ALLSOP: They're not Carney cattle.
It's Lady Ashley!
It looks like we've got
a bit of competition back in the meat business.
[ ♪ ♪ ]
[ cattle grunting ]
STOCKMAN: We're locked out!
- Ahh! Haa! Ho!
[ onlookers cheering ]
[ ♪ ♪ ]
- Ho! Push 'em up!
- Yah!
- Cheeky bulls down the wharf!
- Yah! DROVER: That's it, Nullah!
MAGARRI: You got him there! DROVER: Get him up, Nullah!
[ onlookers cheering ]
[ cheers ]
CROWD: [sing] ♪ ..and he sang as he watched
♪ And waited till his billy... ♪ - Lady comin' through!
There's a lady comin' through!
♪ You'll come a-waltzing matilda with me
♪ Waltzing matilda
♪ Waltzing matilda... ♪
- Shut up!
[ Ivan thumps bar ] No women.
Ladies' lounge next door.
[ patrons arguing ]
MAN: [ drunkenly ] She's no lady, Ivan.
She just drove a mob of cattle across the Never Never.
She deserves a drink like any man.
[ all cheering ]
- Too bloody right. [ patrons shout in agreement ]
Too bloody right.
I never drink Poor Fella alone.
[ patrons cheering ]
- Ah! [ gasping ]
Crikey!
[ both laughing ]
[ telephone ringing ]
- I didn't want to see a single beast from Faraway Downs
set a hoof on that wharf, Neil.
But that's what happens
when you send a boy to do a man's job.
I'll take care of it myself.
- [ whispering] Shh. That's it. Good girl.
- That's it. Good girl.
[ Drover clicking tongue ]
DROVER: [ whispering ] That's it.
[ horse neighs softly ]
Good girl.
Back, back, back. Back.
Good girl.
[ shushing ]
Easy. Good. Good.
That's it.
[ Drover mumbling indistinctly ] [ horse grunts gently ]
Good girl. That's it. [ shushing ]
- You really do have a gift with horses.
[ Drover clicks tongue ]
- Up, up, up.
You look different.
- I've agreed to be Patroness at the ball
at Government House tomorrow night.
- Oh, yeah? And?
- Drover, I--
I'm going to finish what Maitland set out to do
and I am going to bring Faraway Downs back to life.
- I don't follow ya.
- Well, this is perfect. I'm going to need a manager.
Well, I thought that... would be a good job for you.
Anyway, I almost forgot something. [ chuckling ]
- Whoa, whoa, whoa. Stop. - I, um, I got a suit for you.
- Don't do that. Don't do that.
- Do what?
- That thing you do when you get a head full of ideas.
- Like crossing the Kuraman?
- Come on, mate. You don't know what you're talkin' about.
Running a station? Manager?
I'm a drover, right? No man hires me, no man fires me.
- So you don't want to go to the ball?
- The ball?
Sarah...
I'm as good as black to that mob up there.
Alright? I mix with dingoes, not...
..not duchesses.
They keep out of my way and I keep out of theirs.
That's the way it is.
- Just because it is, doesn't mean it should be.
- That's the way it is.
- Wait a minute.
I almost forgot.
Your cheque.
[ Drover sighs softly ]
- Thank you.
- No, thank you.
BANDY: Cheer up, little fella.
You and that Chinaman
gonna take me out on a big night at the pictures.
- How?
- You can't take half-caste to picture show.
If coppers catch him, they take him away,
give him to Church, send him to Mission Island.
- He won't be half-caste.
He got every right to be there.
[ whispering ] We use magic.
You got every right to be there.
'Cause you're a special boy.
He's a special boy.
Nobody gonna stop you from going. Nobody.
♪ Somewhere over the rainbow
♪ Way up high
♪ There's a land that I heard of
♪ Once in a lullaby
♪ Somewhere over the rainbow
♪ Skies are blue
♪ And the dreams that you dare to dream
♪ Really do come true... ♪
[ ♪ easy-listening jazz music plays ]
How good of you, Lady Ashley,
to take an interest in Dr Barker's work
on the mission.
Well, actually, Administrator,
my interest is of a more personal nature.
- Well, I must say, Lady Ashley, that I think it's very kind...
- Oh, smashing! - Would you excuse me?
- ..amongst the leading lights of Darwin.
- I was wondering if you could introduce me to Dr Barker--
DUTTON: Sarah? - Ah, Captain Dutton.
- Lady Ashley, I'll leave you
in the capable hands of the Captain.
I'm sure he would be happy to introduce you to Dr Barker.
- Her husband barely in the grave
and there she is, cavorting with the Captain.
And that dress!
- Yes, bidding should go through the roof.
SARAH: He is a little boy. He needs someone to look after him.
- Sarah, it's--
- I'm desperate to speak to Dr Barker.
I'm going to adopt him.
It's only a matter of time before they take him away.
DUTTON: Adopting an Aboriginal child, Sarah,
it's much more complicated than--
- Neil!
Come on! I want to talk with Lady Ashley.
- Yeah, no, we will later, love.
- I don't mind if you bid for her in the auction tonight.
I won't be jealous.
She's an inspiration.
- Yeah, no, she's full of surprises.
- But surely, Doctor,
life on a station with people who care for these children
is far better than life in a government institution?
- Ah...the auction.
- Our gracious patroness - Lady Ashley!
[ applause ]
And now for the traditional auction
of the first dance with our guest of honour.
SARAH: Doctor, surely you agree with me.
- The mixed-race children must be dislocated
from the primitive, full-blood Aborigine.
How else are we to breed the black out of them?
- Do I hear a first bid?
- £5 here.
- Well, I paid more than that for a dance with Mrs Allsop!
- Has anyone asked their mothers how they feel about this?
- Lady Ashley, please--
ALLSOP: For the war effort, do I hear--
- It's a fact of science.
The Aboriginal mother soon forgets her offspring.
- Oh, £50!
ALLSOP: £50! Well! WOMAN: Captain Dutton!
- £70! - £95!
- No mother forgets her child, Dr Barker.
- Lady Ashley! BIDDER: £96!
- This is most inappropriate.
- £100!
- Oh, well, that is a new record!
- We can't very well ask their fathers, can we?
- How dare you! - Going once...
- Or perhaps we should. - ..going twice...
SARAH: After all, they're right here in this room.
- That's a lie! - And...
- 500 quid! [ audience gasping ]
ALLSOP: £500!
Well, indeed!
If it isn't the man who... [ chuckles ]
almost single-handedly
made the Australian beef industry what it is today.
Mr King Carney of the Carney Cattle Company.
- For the benefit of the missions.
ALLSOP: Well, there's nothing more to say but, uh,
let the King take his prize!
[ audience cheering ]
[ ♪ slow jazz music playing ]
PHOTOGRAPHER: Can I get a picture, please?
Smile for the camera.
- Let me say, Lady Ashley, just how sorry I was
to hear of your husband's death
at the hands of that wild savage.
- A savage, yes, Mr Carney,
but you and I both know
that my husband was not killed by an Aborigine.
- No, I did not know that.
- Perhaps you should ask Mr Fletcher.
- Are you making an accusation?
- Not one that I can prove.
- In business, I've been fortunate.
In family, a little less so.
I'm prepared to go to £75,000.
- This is not about the money, Mr Carney.
There is a little boy. There is--
There are people who are living...
living on the station for whom I'm responsible.
- And who will take care of them?
A cattle station is like a country,
and you have no-one to look after it.
Now, I can offer protection to every man, woman...
and child.
- And child? You'll--
You'll let him stay?
You won't turn him over to the--
How can I keep you at your word?
- I'll put it in the contract.
ALLSOP: King Carney and Lady Ashley.
And that was a marvellous treat indeed.
[ audience cheering ]
I know no-one who can close a deal
more quickly than King Carney.
Now the raffle for the war effort.
- The last flying boat leaves tomorrow because of the war.
Will I tell my lawyer to draw up a contract?
- But the true blue Australian man, like King Carney, is--
[ audience murmuring ]
- Inform your lawyer--
- Uh--
[ ♪ stirring music ]
- Inform your lawyer
that Faraway Downs is no longer for sale.
- Foxtrot!
[ ♪ smooth jazz music playing ]
- Here you are.
- Yeah, well,
you didn't think I was gonna waste my dance lesson, did ya?
Let's really give the bastards something to talk about, huh?
- Oh, crikey.
- She's invited that man.
- Hey, Doris.
- Get you a drink, Drover?
- Yeah, a beer would be good.
G'day, love. Nice dress.
[ ♪ ♪ ]
Alright. - Fox dance?
- Fox dance. - Mm.
- Back. - Back.
- Step, front.
- Step, step... - Sorry.
- OK, it's the hokey-pokey!
[ ♪ big band playing The Hokey-Pokey ]
WOMAN: ♪ You put your right foot in... ♪
- That was quite a performance at the wharf.
Emmett Dutton. - Drover.
- Yes, your reputation precedes you.
But I hadn't thought that you were the dancing type.
- Yeah, well, um...these are extraordinary circumstances.
- Yes, she is.
FLETCHER: Hey, Drover.
She gonna pay you for this part of the job as well?
- It's alright, Drover.
- How about you go and sleep it off, Fletcher?
FLETCHER: Yeah...
- I look forward to doing business with you, Emmett.
- As do I with you.
- Now...we will be, uh, we will be leaving
and Mr Drover will be escorting me home.
- At least if she gets sick,
you'll be able to get her into hospital.
- Alright. I think that's quite enough.
You'd better come with me.
- Yeah?
♪ You put your left arm out... ♪ [ women screaming ]
♪ You put your left arm in... ♪ [ Emmett grunts ]
♪ And then you shake it all about
♪ You do the hokey-pokey and you turn yourself around
♪ That's what it's all about
♪ You put your left foot in
♪ You put your left foot... ♪ [ crowd gasping ]
♪ You put your left foot in
♪ And you shake it all about... ♪
[ Fletcher laughing ] ♪ You do the hokey-pokey
♪ And you turn yourself around
♪ That's what it's all about... ♪
[ continues laughing ]
[ thunder rumbles ]
[ shrieks ]
[ ♪ The Hokey-Pokey fades ]
[ ♪ menacing music playing on film ]
[ thunder rumbling ]
- Here it is. First storm of the wet.
[ Sarah sighs ]
- What's it like?
- It's beautiful.
There's millions of birds.
Creeks turn into rivers,
dry plains into lakes.
Faraway Downs will be reborn as an island,
green and flowering and fat with life.
MAN: Mind your backs. - Whoa, whoa! Quick, quick!
- We'll be cut off from the rest of the world.
- Sarah. - Mmm?
- In the dry, I'll be gone, droving.
[ thunder rumbling gently ]
- But right now it's raining.
[ cheering and revelry ]
[ ♪ stirring music ]
BANDY: Sing Song, come!
DOROTHY: [ on film ] Oh, will you help me? Can you help me?
GLINDA: [ on film ] You don't need to be helped any longer.
You've always had the power to go back to Kansas.
- I have?
- Then why didn't you tell her before?
- Because she wouldn't have believed me.
♪ Feel it in the rain
♪ Can you find the way?
♪ The way, yeah, yeah, yeah
♪ Feel it in the rain... ♪
- Ah! Yeah, yeah!
♪ Can you find the way?
[ ♪ music fades ]
[ ♪ sinister music ]
[ ♪ pensive music ]
[ ♪ sinister music builds ]
- Maitland Ashley met his death at the hands of a wild savage,
did he?
You idiot.
Get up.
I didn't say come inside.
[ choral humming ]
- There's no place like home.
[ exhales ]
[ ♪ romantic music swells ]
[ ♪ soft majestic music ]
[ ♪ soaring orchestral music ]
[ Drover mustering ]
[ Nullah cheers ]
[ chattering and laughter ]
[ ♪ soaring majestic music ]
- Whoo! Sarah!
- Sarah Ashley is one impressive woman.
Give me that.
Magnificent.
And she's a good influence on Cath.
Got him!
[ birds squawking ]
As far as I'm concerned, she can have Faraway Downs.
- It's mine!
My old man gave his life to that property.
CARNEY: [ laughing ] Yours?
Ours, I mean. It was always part of our plan, King.
- You're not part of any plan concerning this family, Neil.
The Carney Cattle Company
will always remain in Cath's name.
And if anything should happen to my little darling,
then you're out on your arse.
[ laughs ]
Huh. Yeah.
- Now reload. I'm goin' for a piss.
[ ♪ sinister music ]
Hey, little fella.
Come down here to have a piss yourself, have ya?
[ chuckles ]
[ grunts ]
- Faraway Downs is my God-given land.
- What are you goin' on about, Neil?
You haven't got the guts to piss in your own pants,
let alone shoot me!
- Nature will take its course. You with me?
[ low growling ]
[ Carney shrieks ]
[ Carney screaming ]
[ screaming stops ]
- Terrible to witness such a...savage attack.
I went for my gun,
put in two cartridges as quick as I could...
[ ♪ Amazing Grace humming ]
He was screaming,
begging for help.
But, by the time I dismounted,
it was too late.
Then I looked back at the billabong
but it had returned to the way that God had made it.
It was calm, serene.
It was almost beautiful.
Yeah.
As if nature had taken its course.
[ Jessica Mauboy ft. G. Yunupingu:
♪ Amazing Grace (in Language) ]
[ Writers: Yunupingu, Hohnen, Newton ]