01x03 - Chapter Three: Adventure

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♪ 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. ♪

Oh, Kipling's a no-show.
No surprises there.

We can't do this
with six people.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry. I thought he could...
I thought he could do it.

- Yeah, well,
people don't change, Mrs Ashley.

I'm afraid, uh,
by that measure

I've, uh, let him down
rather badly.

I'm a coward.

Mr Flynn, can you ride?

I won't carry a drunk.

- No desert comes drier
than Kipling Flynn, M'lady.

Heyyy!

Welcome! Welcome!

Hey, Nullah!
- Alright.

- Now, listen up.

I'm only gonna say this once.
I run the show.

Everybody does exactly...
as she's told.

Understood?
- Understood.

- No matter your experience or
your age, you pull your weight.

- Yes, boss.

- And above all,
the drover's law - no grog.

Now, if there's a rush

and the cattle are
stampeding towards you,

it's not much good prancing and
dancing about on your show pony.

If there's one thing cattle fear
more than a man on a horse,

that's a man standin'
on his own two feet

staring him
right between the eyes.

Now, you sure you mob
are still up for it?

- Mm-hm.

- You can count on us.

- Oh, crikey.

Well...we are what we are.

Got to get to Darwin
before the ship sails.

Let's get crackin'.

The rest of you jokers
follow me.

Yah! Yah!

I'll get the gate. Stay back.
Don't bunch together.

Don't let them go down there.

- Right.

Push 'em straight across here.
Whoa!

Good. Very good.
Keep movin'. Nice and steady.

Keep 'em movin'.

- Giddup! Giddup!

While the w*r
rages on in Europe,

the Japanese are on the march.

There are reports of an alliance
between the warmongers

of Germany, Italy and Japan

which threatens
to expand World w*r II

to the shores of Australia.

This is a w*r of the air

but on the ground,
the w*r Office will announce

who has won the Army's contract

to supply good Aussie beef
to the troops.

A couple of days won't
make any difference, Captain.

Might as well sign
the contract now, eh?

- I wouldn't be too sure
of that, Mr Carney.

Air Force chap's just spotted
a big mob of cattle, 1,500 head,

crossing the Marmont River.

- The Marmont River?
That's Faraway Downs.

Are you, er, running cattle

out of Faraway Downs,
Mr Fletcher?

- Uh, no, no,
I don't work there anymore.

- Well, I suppose Lady Ashley
is droving the cattle herself.

- Someone must be helping her.

- That's right, Neil.
Someone must be helping her.

- No, Nullah. Not me.
I'm the orchestra.

That's why I always carry this,

the famous J Albert and Son
boomerang harmonica.

- Well, I've got the latest 100
songs of the hit parade here.

- Who's Gulapa?

- King George...
is your grandfather?

- Mr Drover,
what is that chanting?

- Goolaj and Magarri
are singing the cattle.

It just keeps them calm
at night. They do it in shifts.

Those boys will finish up
in a couple of hours.

- So, Bandy?
Yeah?

- You show Missus Boss
how it's done.

- Alright?
Alright.

- Sing Song, you and me are
gonna serenade them till 3:00.

And safest shift is pre-dawn,

so that's the boy soprano
and his orchestra, alright?

You're on till the sun comes up.
Yes, boss.

- Alright, everybody
get some shut-eye.

- Uh, Mr Drover.

I really don't think
it's appropriate

to work a child
of Nullah's age like that.

Now, I am more than willing
to take his shift.

- No, I'm talking now, mm?
Manners.

- Oi, oi, oi, steady on.
I'm talking.

Look, just relax, will ya?

The boy's got to pull his weight
like everyone else.

When I was his age,
I was manning outstations.

- Not everybody's you,
Mr Drover.

- That's right.
Not everyone's me.

I'm the boss.

You're on the 3:00 shift,
alright?

- Yes, boss. Night, boss.

- 3am?

- Relax, lady. He'll be fine.
Goodnight.

- Night, Missus Boss.

- Oh. Goodnight.

Night, Sing Song.

- You're on the 12:00 shift.
I suggest you get some sleep.

Night, Bandy.
Night, Nullah.

Goodnight, Flynn.
Night, Nullah.

Night-night, Jedda.

- Lord Ashley was k*lled
by a glass-tipped spear.

Are you sure?

- Rush! Rush!

- They're heading towards
the cliff face!

- A stampede! Where's Nullah?

- For crying out loud, get on
your horse and stay with Goolaj.

Right. Split up
and we'll circle the herd

before they go over the edge.
Yah!

Sing Song, pack the camp,
get the hell out of there!

Don't let 'em split!

Yah! Yah!

Good boy! Come on,
pull her up, pull her up!

- Nullah! Too close to the edge!
Yah! Yah!

Courage, my boy, courage!

Ha-ha!

Well done, my boy. Ha-ha!

Nullah,
we have to turn the herd!

- Ha!

- Hey, hey!

Never fear, Flynn is here!
Ha-ha!

- Yeah, Flynn!

- Ha!

- Flynn!

- Yah, yah, yah!

- No! Flynn!

- Nullah! Run!

- Nullah!

- Nullah!
Nullah!

- Nullah...I've got you.

It's alright. You're safe.

You're safe.

You're safe with me.

- How's the little fella?

- Oh, he's fine, he's fine.
Yeah.

- I've a feeling
I might not be able to...

complete the next lesson.

- Alright, I'm...

I'm gonna get you
some water, huh?

- Water is the last thing I want
at this moment in my life.

Under the wagon's
a bottle of Poor Fella.

I'm sorry, Drover. Just in case.

- Of course, mate. Of course.

- If you'd all share a drop.

It would be
a terrible shame to waste it.

The spear.
Nullah told me that the...

the glass-tipped spear k*lled--

M'lady...I'm sorry...

I was a coward.

- We've lost
just about everything

except for a few swags
and tins of beef.

And this.

- I can't believe
I was so insistent

upon bringing these...
silly things.

It was Fletcher
who did this, wasn't it?

- The last thing Flynn told me
before he died

was that...
that your husband was k*lled

by a...by a glass-tipped spear

like the ornamental ones
in the homestead.

Glass-tipped is
a Kimberley spear.

King George is from Arnhem.

Fletcher was trying to
make it look like King George.

- Fletcher.

- It can't be proved. I'm sorry.

- Maitland.

We can't let them win.

- We won't.

- Yah!

- They pushed on
during the night.

Maybe that little creamy
has got the blackfella magic.

- Shut up, Bull!

They'll need more than magic
to get 'em to Darwin.

Bandy.
Yeah, Drover?

Give the boy a drink.
Yeah, yeah, sure.

Hey, Nullah.

Nullah, after you're
done there, mate,

I need you to help hobble
these horses, alright?

Never thought
I'd see this day.

We're gonna break
the drover's law.

- Yes, you are, mate,
and that is why you

are gonna keep an eye
on the rest of us, alright?

Alright, everyone.

- Let's be up standing.

To the memory of the gentleman.

- To the gentleman.

- I'd say one more
before dinner.

Let's dance.
- No.

- Come on.
- Nup.

- Come on.
- No.

- Please.
- No, I don't know how.

- It's easy. I'll show you.

- You put your hand
on my shoulder.

Come on!

- And you step back.

- Oh, back, sorry.
- No, no, no. When I...

I'm a bad teacher.

- Stop!
- Argh!

- You don't drink much, do you?

- No.

- I'll give it a go.
Come on, I can do it.

I can do it, alright?

- Ah...

No, mate, no. We're just
having a dance here.

- Ah, yes,
it's called the foxtrot.

- Ah, you're a bit
too young for it, mate.

Nullah, get down
from that tree now.

Got bad spirits up there.

Come on, Nullah.
Time to go to bed now.

You know better than that,
to go up in the tree.

- Have you ever fallen into
wrong-side business?

- Ah...

Yeah.

- Oh.

-Yeah, I was married once.

- Really?
- Mm.

To a lovely girl.

Ah, it was before
I went off to w*r.

- And what happened?

- Well, I marched off
for Mother England,

and by the time I came back,
she was sick.

With TB.

But back then the hospitals
wouldn't treat, um...

blacks.

- Oh, right, I see. Yeah.

Do you have children?

- Nah.

- Well, that's a shame.

I think you would have
made a great father.

- You?

- No.

I can't .

- Oh.

That's too bad.

You would have made
a great mother.

- Well, goodnight.

- Goodnight.
- Yes.

[ Magarri speaks Language }

- Water no good, boss.

Might be Carney boys
have already been here, eh?

- There has to be water
some other place.

- Next bore's five days.
- There has to be water--

- You can be sure Fletcher
will have been there as well.

- Hey, boss.
- What?

- There's water.

Three days' ride away.

We'd have to cross the Kuraman.

- The Kuraman?

That's Never Never land.

No.

- We've got to try.
- We can't.

- We've got to try.

- No-one has droved
the Never Never.

There's nothin' to guide you.
You don't know where you are.

You get caught out there, you're
gonna lose more than cattle.

I'm sorry.

- Boss.

Look!

- Sing?

- He can find his way anywhere.

The ancestors
created songs for everything,

for every rock and tree,
and they're all linked,

so when Gulapa, the magic man,
sings them in order,

he'll sing us to water
and even across the Never Never.

- You and the boy will
have to take the head.

I've got to go back and help the
others keep the cattle together.

Just keep your head
driving into the wind.

Keep driving into the wind,
remember.

Nullah, you stay close to me.

Ride into the wind.

- You're gonna die if you don't
get back on the horse.

- Save him.

- Please, Sarah.
Get on the horse.

- When you get to Darwin,

you have a glass of rum for me.

- No. No.

Sarah.
- I'm a fool.

I was a fool.
- No.

No! You're the bravest
woman I've ever met.

Now, for once in your life,
do as you're told

and get on the horse, alright?

- Open!
- Nullah, open your eyes.

Nullah!
- Open.

Save him! Save him!

- Come on, Nullah!
Open your eyes!