Australia Page #2

- [Shouting]

- 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 thataway, my dear.

No wonder your establishment is empty.

Good day.

Oh! Oh!

[Man]

You can take him!

[Screams]

- [Crowd Cheers]

- [Laughing]

No!

[Gasps]

[Grunting]

[Screams]

[Exhales]

[Panting]

[Aboriginal Language]

Oh! No, no!

No, not my bags. Not my-

Oh, no, no!

[Yelps]

[Sobs]

Here.

Welcome to Australia.

[Boy Narrating]

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.

[Drover]

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.

[Chuckles]

"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.

- [Scoffs] 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.

[Gasps]

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.

[Chuckles]

[Gasps]

Oh!

Oh, they're kangaroos!

- Big reds.

- Oh! Lovely.

- Beautiful.

- Oh, yeah, yeah. Beautiful.

[Sarah] I've never seen a kangaroo.

Beautiful, jumping.

- [Drover] Yeah, they're jumping.

- Oh!

Oh, it's beautiful.

- Uh-

- Oh! Look at them jumping!

- [Gunshot]

- [Screams]

Ah!

[Chuckles]

[Gasps]

[Whispers]

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

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