01x02 - Chapter Two: Secrets

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♪ Just one

♪ Drop from

♪ The sky like the

♪ Teardrop

♪ That forms in my eyes

- Why would Fletcher
block the water pump?

- I don't know. All crazy.

Whitefella, blackfella,
all crazy!

- Crazy.

- M'lady.

- Don't get up.

I have some questions
for you, Mr Flynn.

Your...husband was very kind
to me, Lady Ashley.

He was a good bloke.
Everybody loved him.

Yes, yes.

- But-but I have a failing.

Maitland felt that, uh,
the measure of a man

was the extent to which
we overcome our failings.

And I'm afraid, uh,
by that measure,

I have, uh, let him
down rather badly.

- The truth, Mr Flynn.

And don't pretend to hide it
like that bottle there.

- This...ledger
which, uh, Fletcher had me keep

for the benefit of your husband

is a tale of decline and ruin

redolent of the great Gibbon.

There is however another.

Kept for the benefit
of Mr Carney,

in which is recorded
all the unbranded...

fat cattle.

- You let him steal from my
husband and you did nothing?

- A man like Fletcher is adept
at discovering one's...secrets

and using them to his advantage.

I acquiesced to his demands.
I'm a coward.

- And the boy.

He is Fletcher's son, isn't he?

- As with all things Fletcher,

it's impossible
to prove anything.

Still, if Carney's
good Christian wife

ever comes to
the same conclusion as yourself,

Fletcher's chances of marrying
their daughter would be dashed.

- I'm going to the authorities
and I will be telling them--

- Carney is the authority here.

- Are you suggesting
I let him steal my cattle

and buy my property for
a fraction of what it's worth?

- I am suggesting
that you continue to do

what your husband
set out to do.

- Drove.

Drove the cattle to Darwin.

Would you mind?

I need a drink.

- M'lady, drove.

Drove the cattle to Darwin

sell them to the Army,

you'll break Carney's monopoly.

Use the profits to put Faraway
Downs back on its feet.

You go back to London,

you're sitting pretty
for the rest of your life.

- That's what Maitland
said he was doing.

- And there's no reason
why you can't do the same.

Ahhh.

There is just one
small problem.

Having dismissed Fletcher,

there's no-one to muster
the cattle.

Yah! Yah!

Flynn! Missus Boss!
It's the Drover!

Yah! Yah!

- Drover!

Drover!

Yah!

Arghh!

Yeah, Drover! Yay!

- Mr Drover.

See any boys up there?

Goolaj, go see if
they're up in the top paddock.

- Mr Drover?

Get the
bloody brumbies in.

I'll find out what the hell's
going on.

You gonna teach me
how to break them horses?

Fill the water trough,
son.

- Mr Drover! I need
to speak to you.

- Where the hell are all
the bloody stockmen, eh?

- That's what I need to
speak to you about.

- Where's Fletcher?

- We disagreed
and I dismissed him.

- Dismissed?

- Yes.
- What about the cattle?

- Well, it beggars belief,
but as he was leaving,

he deliberately let the cows
out of the, uh--

I don't know, whatever you
call it. And they ran off.

- Damn!

Do you realise, woman,
what you've done?

- Mr Drover, do not take that
tone with me,

thank you very much!

- Don't take that tone with you?
- No.

- I'm asking ya, woman,
do you know what you've done?

I won't get another drove
this late in the season, right?

You've cost me my living!

- Can't you just round them up?

- Round 'em up, huh?
Oh, round 'em up, yeah.

- Yes, you just go get them.

- 1,500 head of cattle.
- Oh!

- Scattered over
a million acres

with just me
and my two men?

That's a great idea.

Stupid cow.

- Mr Drover, I was right
to dismiss Mr Fletcher

on moral grounds.

- Moral grounds?
You're at that again, are ya?

Oh, let me guess. He wanted to,
uh, 'exploit' you, did he?

Fancy ya, did he?
- What?

- Is there any man in this world
who doesn't fancy you?

- Please--
Huh?

- Mr Fletcher is working
for Mr Carney!

They were pushing
the best of the unbranded cattle

across the river
onto Mr Carney's property.

They were stealing!

- There's no surprises
there.

- No, he's a bad man.

- Alright, alright.

But, look, you can't prove it,
right?

- W--
You can't.

And you can't win
against Carney.

So just...take my advice, lady,

grab King Carney's offer

and go the hell back to England
as quickly as possible.

That way, you'd make everybody
happy. Especially me.

- So you're just going to
walk away?

- I learnt a long time ago not
to fight other people's wars.

- Wait, wait, wait!

Mr Drover, wait!
Please, please, please!

Mr Drover, please, please!

Wait, ple...I--

Listen, you said that your dream
was to breed a thoroughbred

with...with a bush brumby.

If you agree to help me, I...

I will give you my Capricornia.

- But how are we gonna do
a drove

with just me
and my two men, huh?

Oh, crikey.

- Some white stockmen

like to have an Aboriginal woman
on the drove

to keep 'em company at night.

They shave their heads,
make 'em look like boys

and work 'em like any other
stockman during the day.

That's, uh...what did you
call it?

'Exploiting them'.

- Exploiting, yes.

Anyway, we're still
in trouble.

Alright, we gotta have seven
good riders, at least.

And the most I can count
is five.

What have we got? We got me.

- You.
- Magarri.

- Goolaj
Yo, boss.

- We got Daisy - nice ride.
And, uh, Bandy - good work.

- Oh, what about Mr Sing Song?
Mr Sing Song, ride horse?

Hey, don't look at me, huh?

- Cook's Wagon at best.
So we got five. Right?

It's not enough. We need two
more experienced riders.

I did that run once back in 1935

with Magarri, Dingo Jones
and the Drongo brothers -

true knights of the outback.

- Mr Flynn, can you ride?

- I can.
I won't carry a drunk.

- But don't.

- Alright, five and a quarter.

- Six and a quarter.

What?

Lady, this ain't trotting
in Kensington Gardens.

- Mr Drover, I could show you
a thing or two about horses.

- Pretty sure
when it comes to horses,

there's nothing you can
show me.

- Bring the horse.

- You can't be serious.
- Bring the horse.

- Oh, this should be
interesting.

- Making that horse dance.

- Move along! Rah! Rah!
Move along!

- Rah! Rah!

- What are you doin'?

- Shoo! Rah! Rah, rah!
Rah! Rahhh!

Move it! Move it! Move it!
You're going the wrong way.

Rahhh! Rahhh!

Rah, rahhh!

Ah. It's easy!

Stubborn things.

Hey, hey, hey, hey. Hey.
Come on.

- What the bloody hell
are you doing?

You're scattering 'em
all over the place.

Get up the back there, up the
tail. Get up the tail, will ya?

Get up there.
Go, go, go, go, go!

Don't let 'em break away.

- I think we're doing
pretty well.

What you reading, bro?

Banjo Patterson.

Banjo?
Yeah.

If you shut up,
then I can actually read it.

Who put the salt
in my tea?

It was his idea,
mate.

- And that too.
- You crazy! Take all this!

Where you think you going?
Shanghai?

- A lady never knows
what she might need. Hmm?

- Run, Nullah! Run!

Run!

Run! Tank! Tank, Nullah, tank!

Bandy! Coppers!
- Hurry up!

Set 'em loose.
Get out. You too.

Check the east side.

Move, move! Hurry up.

Oi--

Hey, Chinaman.

- Daisy's in the tank, missus.
She can't swim.

- Hey, Chinaman...where's
the creamy?

- Is that right?

- Shh.

- Bandy,
tea, tea!

- Going droving, China?

- Thank you.

Can I help you?

- Cheeky bugger.

Nullah.

- Lady Ashley, Sergeant Callahan

of the Northern Territory
Police.

I can't begin
to tell you, Lady Ashley,

how the tragedy
which befell your late husband

has wrung sympathy
from the hearts

of every civilised man and woman
in the Northern Territory.

Let me assure
you, Lady Ashley,

that the suspect, King George,
will be brought to justice.

- But surely a witchdoctor

could conceal his own tracks,
Sergeant, could he not?

- Makes no difference.

It's only a matter of time.

- Your tea, Sergeant.

- Thank you.

- Shh!

Help!

- Oh, incidentally,

I met up with your former
manager, Neil Fletcher.

He informed me that there's
a half-blood Aboriginal child

out here somewhere.

I thought we might pick him up

and put him in the good hands
of the Church.

- I will be sure
to look out for him.

- Till we meet again,
Lady Ashley.

Get 'em in the
back, Constable. Let's go.

Drover! Daisy and Nullah
are in the tank!

Help them! Quickly!

Mama!

I got ya, I got ya.

I got ya.

- Oh. Oh!

Daisy! Daisy!

- When someone dies
in the Aboriginal culture,

you're not supposed to
say their name again.

He needs motherin'.

- Mothering?

Yep.

You're a woman, so...you should
go on, get down there.

- I'm...I'm not--

I-i--

- What?

- Good with children.

- Oh.

Nullah.

I wanted to extend
my condolences.

- Would you, uh...
would you like to hear a story?

- Ah...well, it's,
uh...it's called--

It's called The Wizard of Oz.

- Well, a wizard is a sort of
magic man.

- Really?

- No.

Uh...anyway, there's a girl

and there's a dog--

Ruff. Ruff, ruff, ruff!

And there's a tornado--

Well, no, it's a...
in the film, it's a twister.

- Oh, no, no, no.
Twister's not a person.

It's like a big--
Like a storm.

- Like the Wet.

Anyway, the story takes place
in a, um...a faraway land.

Called Oz.

- Oh, well--

- Yes, yes, lots of songs.

- No, no, no, I-- No.

No.

Well, I, uh...some--
I'll sing a little.

♪ Somewhere
over

♪ The, uh, the rainbow

- Oh.

♪ Somewhere, umm, dum-dum,
dum, dum

♪ Lah, lah, mmm

♪ And there's some birds
and they--

♪ Hmm, they're-- ♪

- It's, uh--

♪ Some day I'll wish
upon a...a star

♪ And-- ♪

- Uh, yes.

♪ Wake up where
the clouds are far behind--

♪ Dreams really do

♪ Come

♪ True! ♪

- That's right.

- We've got to get those
no-good big bloody bulls

into that metal ship.

- Yes.

- Will you help me?

- Yes.

♪ Life goes on

♪ To the future of another day

♪ Hey, all aboard

♪ Don't wait for someone else
to say

♪ Stay the same

♪ And remember the aim

♪ What you going for

♪ So open your mind

♪ And leave your dream

♪ This is your destiny

♪ 'Cause the sun will rise

♪ To bring another day

♪ What you waiting for?

♪ Life goes on

♪ Life goes on

♪ Life goes on. ♪