Quigley Down Under Page #3
- PG-13
- Year:
- 1990
- 119 min
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No, I'm a student of your American West.
I've read a great deal about it.
Tell me about dingoes.
Ten pounds a month
for shooting wild dogs
seems like a whole lot for not much.
Besides, you got enough men
and guns outside
to kill every dingo
within ten miles of here.
Unless you're talking about deserters.
Did you know that your American Indian
is a race that has no word for "wheel."
No concept of farming.
No understanding of land ownership.
Is that a fact?
From what I hear, you found a solution
to that problem in your country.
whether you're an Indian or not.
You see, in many ways...
our two nations are quite similar.
We both brought civilization
to the Stone Age.
Unfortunately, in this country
we have failed in one regard.
We have been unable to domesticate
the most backward people in the world...
...the Australian Aborigine.
Don't mind him. He's harmless.
My parents were slaughtered
by Aborigines, Mr. Quigley.
They attacked so fast my mother
was found dead still holding her sewing.
Nowadays they butcher
our sheep and cattle.
Her Majesty's government
allows the local settlers
to deal with the matter their own way.
It's official policy.
It's called "pacification by force."
But the real issue...
...is that, primitive as they are,
the Aborigines have learned
to keep out of rifle range.
Which brings us to you... Mr. Quigley.
What the hell?
No man knocks me out of my own house.
Don't just stand there. Get him.
- Has he got the rifle with him?
- He keeps it right beside him.
I said, get him!
He's just sitting in there
with that big gun.
Keep down. Kelly, up there.
Carver, take the side.
Brophy, around the back.
Fancy American shooter.
Eating real fancy, eh?
Go on, kick him in the back! Give it
to him in the back. Go on, that's it.
Leave Roy alone!
Get her off me!
Throw him in the wagon. Haul him
two days from here and dump him.
Let Australia kill him.
And that crazy woman, too.
You forgot the gold.
What did he say?
- You forgot the gold.
- Marston.
He paid him in gold.
He's right.
Leave us some water
and you can have the gold.
- I can have the gold anyway.
- That's what I thought you'd say.
Yah!
Yah!
Go on!
Come on! Yah!
Yah!
hitting me on the head.
Don't worry.
On a new job, it's quite common
for things not to go well at first.
- We should...
- What?
I remember, my granddaddy told me
how, when you're lost in the desert,
you should sleep during the day
and walk at night.
Your granddaddy tell you that?
He also tell you we'll die in the desert
without those horses?
What good are horses if we die first?
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