01x04 - Chapter Four: Romance

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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. ♪

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.

And on the eve of the ball, too.

Well, what were they doing
in the Kuraman?

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 w*r

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...

Where did he come from?

Oh, look.

- Hello, little sweetie.

What's going on?

- 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.

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.

- Load the bloody cattle now!

- Drover!

Load!

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!

Shut the gate!

- Open the chute!

Yeah, traps!

Ya missed the boat, sunshine!

Yeah, you're too late,
Drover, ya drongo!

- Ahh!

Drover!

- Push them straight down
the wharf!

I'll stop Carney's cattle
at the ship.

Ahh! Come on!

- Yah!

There are cattle
being driven down the wharf.

- My husband must have
a problem with the loadings.

They're not
Carney cattle.

It's Lady Ashley!

It looks like we've got

a bit of competition back
in the meat business.

We're locked out!

- Ahh! Haa! h*!

- h*! Push 'em up!

- Yah!

- Cheeky bulls down the wharf!

- Yah!
That's it, Nullah!

You got him there!
Get him up, Nullah!

♪ ..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!

No women.

Ladies' lounge next door.

She's no
lady, Ivan.

She just drove a mob of cattle
across the Never Never.

She deserves a drink
like any man.

- Too bloody right.

Too bloody right.

I never drink Poor Fella alone.

- Ah!

Crikey!

- 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.

- Shh.
That's it. Good girl.

- That's it. Good girl.

That's it.

Good girl.

Back, back, back. Back.

Good girl.

Easy. Good. Good.

That's it.

Good girl. That's it.

- You really do have
a gift with horses.

- 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.

- 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.

- Thank you.

- No, thank you.

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.

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... ♪

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--

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.

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.

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!

And now for
the traditional auction

of the first dance
with our guest of honour.

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--

For the w*r effort,
do I hear--

- It's a fact of science.

The Aboriginal mother
soon forgets her offspring.

- Oh, £50!

£50! Well!
Captain Dutton!

- £70!
- £95!

- No mother forgets her child,
Dr Barker.

- Lady Ashley!
£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...

After all, they're
right here in this room.

- That's a lie!
- And...

- 500 quid!

£500!

Well, indeed!

If it isn't the man who...

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.

Well, there's
nothing more to say but, uh,

let the King take his prize!

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 k*lled 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.

King Carney
and Lady Ashley.

And that was a marvellous treat
indeed.

I know no-one who can close
a deal

more quickly than
King Carney.

Now the raffle
for the w*r effort.

- The last flying boat leaves
tomorrow because of the w*r.

Will I tell my lawyer
to draw up a contract?

- But the true blue Australian
man, like King Carney, is--

- Inform your lawyer--

- Uh--

- Inform your lawyer

that Faraway Downs
is no longer for sale.

- Foxtrot!

- Here you are.

- Yeah, well,

you didn't think I was gonna
waste my dance lesson, did ya?

Let's really give the b*stards
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.

- Back.
- Step, front.

- Step, step...
- Sorry.

- OK, it's the hokey-pokey!

♪ 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.

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?

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... ♪

♪ You put your left arm in... ♪

♪ 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... ♪

♪ You put your left foot in

♪ And you shake it
all about... ♪

♪ You do the hokey-pokey

♪ And you turn yourself around

♪ That's what
it's all about... ♪

- Here it is.
First storm of the wet.

- 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.

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.

- But right now it's raining.

Sing Song, come!

Oh, will
you help me? Can you help me?

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?

- Maitland Ashley met his death
at the hands of a wild savage,

did he?

You idiot.

Get up.

I didn't say come inside.

- There's no place like home.

- Whoo! Sarah!

- Sarah Ashley is one
impressive woman.

Give me that.

Magnificent.

And she's a good influence
on Cath.

Got him!

As far as I'm concerned,
she can have Faraway Downs.

- It's mine!

My old man gave his life
to that property.

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.

Huh. Yeah.

- Now reload.
I'm goin' for a piss.

Hey, little fella.

Come down here to have a piss
yourself, have ya?

- 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 sh**t me!

- Nature will take its course.
You with me?

- Terrible to witness
such a...savage attack.

I went for my g*n,

put in two cartridges
as quick as I could...

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 ]