Blasted Blacks!
The best of them are a likely to disappear at any time!
If a person could be certain that he had imbued one of them with a decent ambition!
I thought Jimmie... he's half white.
Why did he disappeared now that I'm needing him?
He knows I needed him.
He's around.
He knows I needed him for the Easter choir.
Possuming, probably.
NNNNNNNN
Horaires des offices religieux.
Jimmie Blacksmith?
Master Blacksmith?
Where have you been Master Blacksmith?
Catching possums, sir.
I can't understand you.
What you mean Sir?
Haven't it occured to you that you might be needed for higher things?
What about the school you missed?
Yes sir.
Very well, I must ask you to come to my study.
Thanks, thanks boss.
You want me, Mister?
Hey! Jimmie Blacksmith, you paley bastard!
Here! He's belong mongrel man.
Hey! Drink you paley bastard.
You gotta start sometime, 'll make you a man.
Make you mongrel man.
They're gone!
Here! Please drink man. He's a cave!
You've been away from your tribe too long.
You've been knew with that reverend too long.
Coming out Wongee Tom, catch'em possums.
White fellow don't like Wongee Tom hanging around homestead.
There's that bugger old black! Black fellow!
Jimmie Blacksmith!
Me boss?
You're friggin' lucky!
The Reverend's come for you. Mrs Reverend too.
Ride out!
And don't tread on no one balls!
Come on!
Hope you know how to show you're fuckin' grateful.
Yes.
Get off to the pump and wash yourself, man.
Christ, why d'you have to be the cleanest fuckin' darkie in Australia? It's cold.
Won't be a second boss.
You must promise to stay away from those drunken rouseabouts.
I promise. That crowd make me feel sick Mr Neville.
If you do follow with them...
...they will certainly live you astray.
You'll no be able to get a job.
And if you do, you won't be able to keep it.
I promise Mr Neville. I want to know.
You and Mrs Neville have given me good education.
Now I'm gonna start working.
So I can get some property. Get some money
So I can get married to a nice girl. Respectable.
A nice girl from a farm. Of good stock, then your children will be only quarter cast.
And your grand children only one eight cast.
Scarcely black at all.
I thought I could get a job at the opencut.
Digging coal.
Yes.
Wouldn't have to go down into the mines.
Ruin your lungs.
The work is done on the surface.
- How's your chicken dear? - What?
Chicken.
Oh... Good. Very good.
Did? Did you?
The seasoning is excellent.
I think we gonna miss you around Jimmie.
I'll miss you two, Mrs Neville and Mr Neville.
Well, I think I should give the boy reference.
Don't put your hand here Jacko, and shut off.
Alright Boss.
We're in a depression, know the name? Depression is no job, right?
Still lot of these guys are out of work.
See other white fellow.
NNNNNNN each paddock, each boundary.
How do I know you won't bugger off?
It's the white in me, boss. NNNNNNNN
Must be a hard work in a respectable farm.
I want you to finish by the end of september.
I work fast boss.
Hard work right?
I'll give you 1.6 a rod.
- Would make a just a little bit more than... -2 pence 12 shillings.
2 pence 12 shillings.
Alright boss, start tomorrow?
- Tell me it's Ok. - That's Ok, Boss.
- You can take a cup of tea at noon. - Thanks, boss.
You can rest in the shadow at the back.
Do you have any religion other than nigger?
Methodist boss.
And I give you me a Christian promise.
I'll cut your bloody black balls off if you mess this job.
Any post that's out by more than an inch, will cost you a shilling.
Fair enough boss.
Apart from that...
...we should get along alright.
We've got a Federal government my friend.
It'll pass a law to give to every single wingeing bloody pommie his fare home to England.
Back to the smoke St John and ten days a year of sun and the shit in the streets. You can have it.
Your attitude towards England is inflammatory. What a pity you've never been there.
A pity you didn't fuckingwell stay there.
Hey Jacko?
I don't know about fences boss.
What d'you wanna know about it?
What sort of wood to use? What you do to them before you put them in the ground.
You see Boss, I got a contract, and I wanna do a fucking good job.
No language in here.
Beg your pardon, Boss.
That's a word the glorious english created to describe
what they mainly do to choir boys.
Anyhow, it's not to be stolen by sepoys, gyppoes or boongs,
you understand Jacko?
I'm recording every word Carmichael.
Hey Jacko, what would you say of a New Zealand Maori or a Canadian Redskin
who say he wanted to fucking well know about fences.
I'd say he's a fucking foul mouth boss.
Get out... that's it Carmichael.
Here Jacko... you do read don't you?
Course I read.
That's not too bad at all.
Coming, coming.
Jimmie!
Morning boss, Miss.
Have a nice time at mess.
It oughter be 12 shillings more, boss.
I'm not denying it. Two quids is all you're getting.
12 of them posts 3 inches out, one of them by more than 4 inches.
Not by my rule, boss.
It's my rule that counts.
Well, posts are solid boss, rails cut good, can you give me a reference?
BeJesus you're a fussy bloody black.
What you reference is for? A job in the bank?
So I can show to other people who want fence a stuff.
I haven't got me writing glasses.
And I want you off the property by ten in the morning.
Can I get a ride into Merriwa and use the dray?
I got a lot of pieces to carry.
We're not going to Merriwa tomorrow.
I was thinking you might, it being friday.
I don't need you to think for me!
I'd ask you if I wanted you to do me thinking!
Yeah, thanks a lot boss.
No reference, that's cause you can't bloody write!
What animal has your soul, you black bitch?
Don't, Jimmie!
I've been killing lots of animals lately.
Jimmie, you stop that!
What animal has your soul hey?
Jesus! Harry Edwards gone and stuck white fellow.
- He was alright he was! - He go lie down with Sally.
Him don't do much, him don't.
He wake up and he don't know where he is.
Says we tricked him to sleep with filthy gin.
I ask him for a little cash and he go bloody mad.
Yelling and breaking things!
He started breaking 'em and started smashing Sally's things.
Gonna get my meat knife, I gotta stop him.
You put a big hole in him Harry!
They'll hang Harry sure as all shit.
Did he had any mates with him?
No never saw any mates.
They'll hang Harry sure as all shit.
Mort, you bastard!
I've come here to get rich!
Christ, you niggers turn my property into a black's camp?
Know what? It's me brother Mort. All the way from Brentwood.
- I've come to give him a hand. - He's a good worker Mister Lewis.
Alright then.
Let's get on with it.
What's wrong with him?
Nothing Mister Lewis he's just a kid.
Cut it out Mort, give it a rest.
Don't see what he's laughing about.
He's happy to be here boss.
All the bloody time laugh Mort, it's no good.
Boss say you bloody stupid boong.
Hey, when do we bloody ate?
It should be more!
Why are you doing this?
I'm not happy with the job you NNNN
It couldn't have been better.
Well I think you could.
Now clear off.
Thanks a lot boss.
Mort! Come on let's get out of here.
Look what I got, fifteen bob.
And some beef... and some flour.
How you off Jimmie?
How I'm off?
You got much Jimmie?
Much what?
Come on Jimmie!
Don't take the nerves of him, he's tired.
Fed up with the fences.
Tabidgi made a real nice cross, for poor old Wilf.
The Parson says his prayer real good for the old bastard.
Come for a drink Jimmie, come on!
He was awful sick.
He used to call your name when he had his fits.
Yeah, we have a gab a little later, Dulcie.
Tired?
Alright.
What you want us to call you?
Jimmie Blacksmith.
Rather piece of name.
What?
Jimmie Blacksmith.
Is that so?
Yes.
Missionary black.
Can always tell a missionary black.
You'd seven six a week, tucker.
Horse, sleep in the stables.
No boots.
Fair enough boss.
You can get them out of the seven and six...
...if you want to pretend you're a gentleman.
United States had trouble enforcing the Federation.
What you want? Civil war, thousands of dead...
It won't happen here, make an Australian shoot at Australians.
After federated... a common purpose. Common front, all would be better off.
Except for you Jacko.
Wouldn't be any better for you, would it?
What's that Mister Farrell?
Federation.
Federation, good thing boss.
Free trade between the states, new laws.
Good thing for Australians.
Yeah, but not for you black bastards.
We're many different from you.
I suppose it still have the same rights.
None.
NNNNNNNN
Well, not now that you've left to be worth worrying about anyway, Jacko!
Jack Fisher!
We inquired of you at the time and you mentionned nothing about the darkies camp.
I thought it'd be better for Jack's father,
if he knew Jack had disappeared in that manner.
I mean they're a very respectable family.
Look, since Mr Fisher's dead now...
You were out there too and didn't want to get yourself in the trouble from your father.
No, that wasn't the reason.
Were you out there?
Come on!
It's obvious.
Alright.
Now this is serious.
You knew he gone fucking gins.
And didn't want to tell us, did you?
I was worried about old Fisher's health.
But we'll find out all about it.
And when we do, you can tell Merriwa all about courting gins.
But I've got a fiancée.
Well you'd better get her in the family way, aren't you?
So she can't back out.
Go! Go get me some!
A man, may be get killed... by black fellow.
We don't kill a white fellow.
I mean he may be get killed by some bloody Verona black.
I mean he may be buried round the place close.
Bloody darkie too lazy bury him far away.
That man not bury around here.
Come on where you bury him?
You joked Policeman Farrell and Policeman Farrell
'll knock a bloody black.
Mister Farrell.
This boy he says Harry Edwards had fight with white fellow.
Put a bloody knife in him he said.
Where this Harry Edwards live?
We're famous Jimmie.
Full story in the Sydney Herald.
All the details, even mentionned you, your black.
Kept quite a figure at the funeral.
Mrs Fisher give us a reward.
A reward! Us?
We're a team, aren't we?
It's not much...but it's sunday... Here Jacko.
You deserve it.
Showed a lot of talent...know your place.
Take your orders an get on with it.
Keep improving yourself.
Not like them lazy Verona's bastards.
- Hey, Mister p'liceman, Mr p'liceman! - What?
What for you leaving him Harry to Mr Farrell?
You murdered white boy.
Hey, Mister Farrell is going to do something bad to him, Harry.
You ought to have something bad on to you.
I had to knife him white boy. White boy gone mad.
Beaten up Harry's woman. Smashin'up things.
Still you got enough of this, too bloody sharp.
They'll hang Harry certain as all shit.
What for you lend your wife? White fellow don't lend his wife to anybody.
Christ! Don't leave!
Don't want him Farrell mucking round with me!
Harry Edwards hung himself with his belt.
While I'm away I want you to cut him down.
Take his clothes off and burn them.
Also to wash him.
Wrap him in a blanket, head and all.
There'll have to be an inquest.
What should I get sheep shit all over your gum boots you Jacko!
Yeah, thought all of you darkies went bare footed!
Yeah, so you can bugger off without anyone hearing you's.
Pretty unusual blacks wearing boots.
Why are you wearing boots, Jacko?
Since I don't get sheep shit all over me feet.
Dum bastard boss!
NNNNNNN away dum bastard!
Mister cook, Jimmie Blacksmith at your service!
Jesus Christ!
We need some water for the potatoes. If you want to be a service.
Alright boss.
I told you they would, those bloody Boers they'll get what for now?
Declared war, you'll not get anywhere without the help of us Australians.
They call for volunteers they can get.
Fancy gone over there to get shot for the help of a bunch of bloody poms.
It's for your queen and country.
Think of the glory.
It's not our bloody country, is it Jacko?
It's your queen and still your mother country.
Not for long.
Declared war, what does that mean, boss?
It means that England having tried to persuade the Boers
to cease their axe of antagonism, and to convince them that
- their treatment of the blacks... - Means that they can officially shoot the Blacks...
It means that England has been left with no outer and they hope
that military might will prevail where common sense fails.
Kill'em, mine'em or whatever.
To agree with you or leave your life.
- Ready for a walk? - Yeah.
- Hi Mr Newby. - Hi Jimmie.
- Top should be finished Mr Newby. - I noticed.
What you think of me house? Looking good?
It's come along fine.
NNNN is over there.
And I'm really thankful for you let me do this Mr Newby.
How are you planning on getting that fiancée of yours up here?
Train to Litgow boss and then train to Gilgandra.
You're not gonna walk all the way from Gilgandra to here?
I don't know what to do Mister Newby.
Rather take my second girl's hack.
Just walk him.
Just for her mind.
You'll have to leave him in Gilgandra.
Thanks boss.
Quick! Get it! Hurry up now!
Just you watch it!
Come, Peter, nice throw...
Oh no! He's missed it!
You're attention now!
Run you silly bugger, run!
Come on back again, Peter!
Mr Blacksmith?
Would you like some greens?
Yes Mrs.
Sandwich?
Thanks.
I understand you're going to marry a white girl Mister Blacksmith.
Yes, Miss.
She could cook.
Serve the table.
Very nice.
She knows where a person's soup spoon ought to be.
Really?
Is she all white Mister Blacksmith?
Yes, Miss.
Really?
You give us this woman, to be married to this man.
I do.
Take her right hand in your right hand, and repeat after me.
I call upon these persons here present, to witness...
That I, Jimmie Blacksmith.
To take the Gilda Marshall.
To be my lawful wedded wife.
What does the reverend's wife talked to your head.
Stuff I didn't think any parson's wife would know.
What's sort of stuff?
- How to avoid having babies. - None of her business.
That's what I thought, but you can't say nothing.
You're alright?
Not the best. I think I try side-saddle.
Let me help.
It's the start.
We're going to town for groceries every fridays, if you could leave me a list
of the things you need, I'll purchase them for you, you can pick them up saturdays.
Thanks Mrs Newby.
Looking after yourself, are you?
No trouble with swollen ankles or sore veins?
No.
You can have the little one at my place. We got a big range and lots of linen.
Thanks.
We'll see if he takes care of you.
If he beats you, or hurts you, you can come straight to me.
He wouldn't do anything like that.
Would you like some NNN dearest?
Yeah thanks!
You've done a lot Jimmie.
The Newby owes us 15 pounds.
It's all my pain.
Shouldn't carry things all the way up here.
I'm alright dearest.
Push! Push now! Push!
Jesus!
Hey Jimmie, has it come?
Yeah!
What is it Jimmie?
Where is the poor little father?
Congratulations Jimmie.
Leave you rather with a real genuine white.
Mr Blacksmith.
I wanna show you your son.
Will you behave yourself, Jimmie?
Christ Mrs, I'm ain't a savage.
Alright, come on.
Mr Blacksmith.
I would like to show you the boy child your wife has given birth to.
What do you think of him, Mister Blacksmith?
Alright, we can all laugh now.
I had the right to think it was my kid.
Jimmie, hey, come here!
Come for booze?
Well, I haven't got any!
Halam marry Mankara,
Mankara marry Gary,
You, marry white girl,
Bad torum.
Tooth to keep you safe.
It'll keep me safe for...
Here it is! Found it!
Alright...
It's good of you to go to the trouble.
It's a long walk to come.
Gilda this is my kin.
Tabidgi my uncle. Mort my brother, and Peter my cousin.
Was a little far right?
Must be plenty of white fellow.
I really thought it was yours, Jimmie.
Honnest, I was sure.
Grow up to be fucking white know all.
Won't want to know me when he grows up.
I was sure it was yours, Jimmie.
I wouldn't have done it to you.
Honnest.
It should be, little bugger.
G'day Mrs Blacksmith, can I do something for you?
I just came to giving me orders.
I'm sorry I spoke to your husband.
I told him I can't go on forwarding him advances in the form of groceries.
Not since the place has turned into a blacks camp.
I'm never certain whether the work will get done or not.
I don't wanna be left with an unfinished boundary.
I made that clear to your husband Mrs Blacksmith.
The cure is in his hands.
Sorry Mister Newby.
Hold on!
You look a bit done in.
Go inside the kitchen and get yourself a cup of tea.
Thanks Mister Newby.
Baby should wake in about an hour, give him some soup
I could do that Mrs Newby.
No dear you should be in bed.
Mrs Blacksmith.
Mr Newby said you might have some tea.
Come in. I wasn't expecting you here this week,
Mr Newby said you wouldn't be ordering.
Jimmie forgot to tell me Mrs Newby.
Help yourself.
And have a scone.
Did you know I was getting married in the new year?
Congratulations, Miss Graf.
Do I know him?
No I don't think so.
Mr Stead from Wallabadah, that's his property
NNNNNN
Are you still teaching miss?
No, I've more than enough to do.
Which leads me to what I wanted to say.
I'm sure that we...
...my future husband and I.
Could employ you at Wallabadah.
It's your chance. You'll only lose that child of yours if you stay with the blacks.
You'd have your own room Mrs Blacksmith.
And be able to have the baby with you all the time.
Grievous, miss!
You must leave them natives.
I beg you that you see the sense of my offer.
But...
...I'm married to Jimmy.
Christian married.
That bloody all white bitch.
Who does she think she is?
What right has she got?
Advance any groceries, bloody Newby owes me!
They're all the bloody same, buggerers.
So smug.
She thinks she's so superior, Jimmie.
What do they keep doing this?
What did I have do wrong?
Scraf!
Bloody bitch!
Possuming Mister Blacksmith?
Can I see Mr Newby Mrs? I wanna talk to him about the groceries.
Mr Newby is at the old farmhouse. He and the boys are bagging wheat.
They'll be outdoor all night.
What about my groceries, we need them!
Look my husband is not a charitable institution, Mr Blacksmith.
Charitable? I earned it Mrs.
You know what he wants, get rid of those... hangers-on and
he'd be only too pleased to...
He owes me Mrs for 900 yards.
I'm sure you'll forgive me for believing me own husband.
What are you doing here?
You know I haven't got anything to eat, boss. You know that!
I can't go on forwarding your supplies.
Forwarding? I earn everything you gave me and more.
Look, you're not working as good as you did before them others come.
You're giving signs of giving up the job.
I'll have the expense and the inconvenience of finding someone else
You owe me Mr Newby, for 900 yards.
Listen Jimmie,
Don't you come the bush-lawyer with me.
I've got a hungry wife and a kid at home.
She knows where they can come if she wants steady tucker.
Mrs Graf's made a generous offer.
It ain't up to that fucking schoolteacher to make any offer.
You black bastard don't you talk to me like that.
I'll soon bloody...
Sodding darkie!
Get on! Get straight to bed!
I'll see you tomorrow, and we'll talk about what's to be done.
Yeah...we'll talk!
One thing...you and your tribe...
...can pack-up and get...
Put this under your coat.
Christ why?
Just in case.
Now listen!
Gonna give these whites a scare.
You go to see the old Mrs.
What is it now?
Good evening Mrs.
We saw Mr Newby, he said we could have some flour.
- He gave you a note? - He was too busy Mrs.
Do you expect me to go traipsing off over there to find out if you were lying or not?
- Tell him to go away mom. - Get your gun.
Tabidgi!
Mr Blacksmith.
Please, Jimmie!
Jimmie!
Mom!
No!
Here!
Jimmie!
Mort, for Christ sake!
Here! Gilda!
Hurry!
- What's that Jimmie! - We had a battle, quick!
Get the bag and get your stuff. Hurry!
- You're alright? - Yeah I'm alright.
Something with Mr Newby went bad.
I'll tell you about later.
What's wrong with him?
You alright?
Ready Mort?
Yeah Jimmie!
Come on we got to NNN.
Gilda? Alright?
Tabidgi, we gotta leave'em bad spirits.
Come on, we gotta make distance.
They'll cover our tracks.
Jimmie... I can't go on much longer, Jimmie.
Christ! You don't think I'll do him any harm.
Pardon me Jimmie, don't know what you've done already.
I declared war...
...that's what I've done.
Declared war.
- Mr Sims, Mrs Sims. - Hi you.
I'm sorry.
- Brutal thing that happened. - Our heat is with your mama.
Terribly sorry, Jack.
Tragedy.
It's amazing he's still alive I can't believe it.
Formol.
It's better this way, honnest.
And get picked up soon by farmers or something.
Tell the police I said I declared war. Tell how bloody measly Newby was.
Tell them all the damage done at Newby's I done, not Tabidgi.
And I declared war, right?
Jimmie?
Make his bloody father give him a help in life.
Jimmie, dearest...
Easy to follow, boss... they're heading that way.
- NNNN print isn't it? - Yes Boss.
That's very far, let's go.
Come on, Mort. They'll be alright.
Come on, they got plenty to eat!
Christ sake Mort, come on! We gotta leave them!
After all Dad did for them.
A beautiful girl your intended.
Beautiful girl.
And Timmy saw what happened.
He heard them call to each other.
Her face wasn't hurt at all... your intended's.
Little child was in a cot.
He had a piece of fruit cake.
That must have...
Mr Newby, Mr Newby! Mrs Newby is...
Oh, God!
Bastards! Black bastards!
She was about to be married, she's a fine girl, not common.
Can you see in a girl like that?
The pain.
How could he do this thing?
Everything we did for him was just a waste of time.
Poor Jimmie.
What you mean poor Jimmie?
These are violent times, wars...
What's that got to do with Jimmie?
We got to face it.
He's what he was born nothing more than a black savage!
He's half white.
Anyhow, the Mail'll have all the photographs.
Surely not all Mr Knowler. There are some things the public ought to be spared.
How d'you mean?
Murder is not just a matter of being made to lie down on the floor.
Even virgins and wives can die in ways that make the toughest policeman sick.
Photographs far taken too terrible for anyone other than doctors and senior policeman to look at.
I wouldn't like to see nothing like that.
What I mean is that I might recognize the farm or some of the people.
I'm a Gilgandra boy myself I might know these Newby people.
Oh, yes.
What strikes me is this: The other morning,
there's news of a really bad murder.
He's just in the same position I am.
He don't know the killers and he don't know these poor women who got killed.
Jimmie Blacksmith is a name you never heard of.
But now, his name is known throughout the state.
The whole country is in arms looking for him.
And you know, you gonna meet him on the gallows.
For the final act, in a killing that'll be remembered forever.
You got a ringside seat to history.
A florin please.
I mean, it must be an interesting thing t'know that all the famous murderers
when they get caught, have got t'face you in the end.
I don't face them, I don't say a word to them, I'm just part of the apparatus.
Come on Mort, you stupid fool.
Mullett you mad bastard! It's me Mort Blacksmith!
Me and my brother Jimmie, we're in trouble with the police.
I haven't much got food in it you know.
We brung all our food, we'll only sleep next to your fire.
We've been going all day, our bloody blankets are wet.
Come on in out of the wet, you too come on.
Let's eat!
I'm buggered.
Good training for you in case you join war.
God knows where they are.
- Bastards can travel. - Never find them in bush like this.
Yeah it's real black fellow country.
They make us running round in circles.
You think we'll join the war?
I might...now.
- Britain's war not ours. - They're worst than this.
Look at all the fellows dying of disease. Hardly anyone ever get shot.
Bloody Boers don't need guns.
Look the death list in the Herald: Private Briggs enteric fever,
Brown enteric fever, enteric fever, hardly anyone ever dies of wounds.
- Boers've got no sympathy too. - Why not?
All they wanted to do is have their land and keep the black man in his place.
Stick us, will you?
NNNNNNNN
Run away Mort for sweet Jesus'sake.
You only come here to get justice.
I don't want your help, bugger off, please.
There's a woman here, put magic on your butt, get away!
There ain't no cure for that sort of bitch!
Get away Mort!
Jesus!
Sorry! It's just twenty gauge.
Want a drink of water?
Your fucking husband wouldn't even give me a ride into Merriwa.
And what did you care?
Father's little joy.
Does Healy deserve all this?
He starved me and told me bloody lies.
But it's woman blood,
and it's child blood.
Don't worry yourself about that blood bullshit.
Jesus Christ... will you look at what you've done?
I know what I've done.
Healy deserves to see his kid.
And so does Gilda...
And all the frigging others...
Let's get away Jimmie.
Let's get away to Queensland.
What's the matter Mrs Graf?
You see, give him a good look at what he caused.
Mort!
For Christ sake!
Watch out!
You stupid bastard...
I wanted him to see what he bloody caused.
Why?
It has to be done.
Can you imagine me asking everyone who done me wrong?
Like a gentleman, for me too, they'll bloody laugh.
But no more women.
I promise Mort.
No more, Mort.
You know, I can feel the bastards waiting,
Right from the first.
They expected of it.
They wanted to do wrong. To bugger up.
They're bloody disappointed if you don't.
Jesus...what for?
Kind of heard him if we're good.
But no more women, I promise.
At least you fought the Newby boys fair.
It weren't the Newby boys. Weren't all Newby.
Christ what are you telling me?
- What I'm saying is... - What are you saying?
It was bloody old Mrs Newby and the girls and their fucking schoolie.
- You're a fucking devil man. - I'm your brother.
I got bloody mad.
You're a fucking devil-man!
And your brother!
You shot a bloody women yourself!
That was accidental.
Get away from me devil-man!
- Mort! - You're a fucking devil-man.
Mort, I'm your brother!
Alright! You can go to hell!
These two fellers... pretty bloody tough,
cut your water off or bloody throat like as not.
You get off in the bush, and catch a possum to your house, alright?
You go quiet.
If you go near constable Harrogate,
they'll shoot the two of you, and him as well.
Go on!
Who's this Harrogate?
It's alright, its alright.
All blacks camps get constable.
Protect me against angry white fellers.
Because there are lots of angry whites riding up and down the countryside with rifles.
It's alright.
Come.
It's alright, it's alright.
You know what we did?
Yeah, you ripped up some people didn't you?
And you ain't gonna reap me up, are you Mort?
Fendy, Mary!
Come on get out of here, come on!
NNNNNNNNNNNN
Don't leave your food, don't leave your bloody blankets,
Come on Mort, don't be a bastard.
It'll make me look silly!
You can't bloody fly with a mountain in your beak.
I been fair. You can't. I'm sorry!
Fuck! Come on, Mort!
Is that you dude?
Jesus!
C'mon, let's go!
Jesus and Mary, don't do that, I might live.
Comes from around here, you go around the other side
Oh Jesus! Poor Irish idiot.
Black bastards!
Has the Jury reached the verdict as to the charge
of the murders of Miss Jane Newby and Miss Vera Newby?
We have your honor.
What is that verdict?
We find the defendant guilty, your honor.
Has the jury reached the verdict as to the charge
of accessory to the murders of Mrs Heather Newby and Miss Petra Graf?
We have your honor.
What is that verdict?
We find the defendant guilty, your honor.
Very well.
Have you anything to say before I pass sentence?
I only wanted to give Jimmie
sacred stone.
Let him know he shouldn't have married a white girl
I've never done nothing like this before.
You would think it takes quite a while
to make up your mind to kill someone.
And then to kill him.
I'm just an ignorant black man,
but take my word for it, it only takes a second.
I wonder if they've gone down to the coast?
Round place like Port Macquarie, Taree.
Taree?
I know a family in Taree.
Two nice daughters.
You can't live like a monk for the rest of your life.
Well the blacksmiths aren't going to live like monks.
As poor bloody Toban found out.
Poor bloody Toban.
They'right you know Dowie.
They're clever bastards.
We made and done enough. No one will blame you if you stop now.
Someone will get on them. A bunch of farmers will come across them by accident.
It's the only way they'll meet by bloody accident.
Come of it, Dowie. We both know you didn't want to marry that Graf girl.
- Shut up, Dud. - I've stuck with you...
- Don't make a song and dance about it.
At least I'll able to speak my mind. I'm just as pissed off as you are.
Right! Say what you bloody think!
Right! You bloody know you'd jest as soon not git yoked with that high-hat schoolie.
Come on you two...Bye bye.
- Hi darling. - Hi darling.
Good day?
- How's Baba? - She's sleeping.
I know who you two are, God you've traveled fast!
Sorry darling, we just spotted a rabbit. You go inside I'll be in in a moment.
C'mon Jimmie.
- C'mon! - No!
If you two gentlemen are in any doubt as to whether to kill us,
just let me tell you, my wife's sick and I don't have much insurance.
And we're both bloody innocent!
You got any flour? Bacon?
Oh yes, enough of that.
You don't have to think you must kill us.
You let a couple live up in the Barrington Tops.
As soon as we turned our backs you'd be off to the bloody police.
It was a schoolie who did for Ned Kelly.
You're welcome to take my horse, I'm at least 22 miles from the nearest police station.
A walk like that would take me two days.
Look...
I know I can reason with you. Because you aren't mad either of you.
Let me show you something I know you'd enjoy.
It's in the Bulletin.
By the way, I know you're not gonna believe me if I say I got no arms in the house.
In fact I have a bonzer Martini Henry carbine. I got no ammunition for it.
My father-in-law gave it to me. Was a wedding present, everyone said it was a funny present.
Someone said it was to keep the cow-cockies away from my wife.
Shut up, just show us what you gonna show us.
Where's that copy of the Bulletin dear?
There...
What's it say?
At the bottom it says:
Blacksmith brothers, still alive after two months.
We say to the police dogs:
"Go back to your boss and tell him you ain't see nothing.".
Hostage.
I couldn't keep up with you two. I'd only hold you back.
I got respiratory troubles.
- We wouldn't hurt him Misses. - Get yourself some blankets and a ground sheet.
- I'm short of breath. - It's a dangerous time of the year for him.
If I sweat I catch cold!
- He's got chest inflammation. - Go get the things!
Double blankets. You have to keep warm...
...not too warm.
- What about your Heritance? - Still hard trekking in Wellingtons.
Socks!
- Have you seen my Palgrave? - No!
Socks...vest.
I'll have to care of all.
- Where the hell is it? - I get it.
No fire!
They're looking for fires.
Who'll be fucking looking? The schoolie needs a cup.
Don't be such a bloody old lubra. He's here for us, we're not here for him.
Well I want one too.
Fucking old women's church turn out.
I can understand you being angry.
I can imagine it Jimmie.
I mean, settlers still spoke about marauding blacks. 10 years ago.
Marauding blacks! Bullshit.
How many whites really ever got killed by Aborigenes?
No one knows.
But it wasn't more than four or five thousand.
Not enough.
Well, you might ask how many Aborigenes did the whites killed?
The answer is a quarter of a million.
- Not more than that? - Lot more.
270000.
I understand you being angry.
A whole country...that they took away away of life.
What for?
What harm have we done?
It comes as if we haven't given you anything.
We've introduced you to alcohol,
religion.
Religion!
Influenza.
Measles.
Syphilis.
School.
A whole hearst of improvements.
No school tomorrow.
It strikes me, they must have killed the teacher.
Otherwise he would have slowed them down.
I mean there's about 20000 people searching for them
and we haven't seen; for three weeks.
I'm sure they'll soon be brought to Justice Mr Knowler. The army's involved.
After everything they have done,
I expect these are hanging to looking forward too.
I just do what is expected of me Mr Knowler.
No more, no less.
Of course I can understand you being concerned.
I don't follow you Mr Knowler.
Well, I'm told the blacks present problems.
How d'you mean.
Scientific problems you might say, problems with hanging you know.
I didn't know.
I'd better ask such questions to you Mr Knowler since you're the expert.
Well, that last black they hanged, in Ba
I don't like to say it, but the newspapers do.
Said what?
That he never got his head pulled off.
What newspapers said that?
Truth. A sporting chronicle.
What's a sporting paper doing for stuff like that?
When I went to work for farmers,
for farmers like Newby,
they were all us afraid I'd turn their property to a blacks camp.
They always said a filthy blacks camp.
It looks as if you aren't keeping yourself very clean Mr Schoolteacher.
I don't want my place turned into a filthy whites camp.
Stupid bastard, Jimmie!
I tell you, if I get one of my chest inflammations...
Go and fill up the can, it'll keep you warm.
Why don't you go and fill it yourself, you stupid bastard that spilt it.
What do he think I am? A bloody schoolie servant?
You'd like me to go, so you can tell him how you've never cut up any women
and you're a nice abo off a mission.
- Well I never cut up any woman! - Just shot one in the chest, but that don't count.
Christ! They should've sent you fight the bloody Boers!
Be quiet! If you stand there comparing evils,
you won't end until you've put a bullett through each other's heart.
You oughtta know that no one doesn't murder unless he wants to.
You can hurt people by accident.
But you harmed the people you harmed.
Because you chose to go to them, ready to harm them and with the arms to do it.
I'll get the water.
- We must test ourselves against spirits. - Fuck, stupid boong!
Initiation ground. The whole of the Manning River tribe used to use it.
Now we're cursed.
There's a shape like a womb, and small stones inside.
Holly stones, sacred stones.
Why do we want to go buggering round a place like that?
It's a sacred ground.
And there's no one to use it now.
They got all the poor blacks herded together down at Purfleet.
Alright, alright! How far to this bloody place?
A mile, straight up the scarp.
Alright. If you both got that much wind...
This is dreadful!
It's too bloody dreadful!
We must build it up again.
God will forgive us if we buid it up again.
You're bloody mad, you'll never fix it.
It'll take bloody days and you still wouldn't fix it!
It's no use, it's buggered.
There's no hope for!
You must leave Mort Jimmie... you can see that.
Mort's been on all I done.
He wounded a woman... but she's getting better.
He shot a man!
I need Mort and Mort needs me!
Would you say so Jimmie?
You ought to bugger off.
Give him a chance.
You ought to leave us.
Why in hell?
The boy isn't really your brother.
He's an Aborigene.
Not like you.
There's too much Christian in you.
It'll only bugger him up. Like its buggered you.
I'll ask him.
Don't ask him.
He'll only stay with you because of loyalty.
You just got to bugger off at night.
I'm taking it for granted that you love Mort.
Listen Mr, you'd better wrap yourself up in the blanket and just shut up.
Jimmie!
What was that? Jesus!
I've got McCreadie schoolteacher from Tambourine...
They're three of us here, we've all got rifles you'd better put McCready down and bugger off.
Watch out, you might hit McCready!
Clear off and leave him there!
Bastard! You shot beautiful!
Got what he deserved.
Thank you, gentlemen.
Mr Stead, you can join us for the next one.
Constable will you mind stand beside, please.
- It's the other bastard I want. - We'll get him next time.
I reckon this is NNNN as we gonna get.
Oh, don't bloody start that again for Christ sake!
Take your position, please.
Thank you, hold it!
Thank you for joining me, Grand Master Hyberry.
My pleasure, Minister.
I know you're a busy man but I have some rather good news for you.
Confidentially of course.
The premier has put you down on a preparatory list
of nominations for Royal Honours.
Royal honours? Which it?
An MBE.
It's good that they shot that target they gotta hang.
That all goes well for you,
for we haven't yet killed that NNN duos.
I don't understand sir.
Otherwise you'd have to wait.
They got shot good-oh everything above board.
If you have to hang him over the public interest in the case,
it'll look like you'll be rewarded for stringing him up,
and in some quarters they'll even thought of as heroes.
Minister says it's gonna be bad enough choosing a time to hang Mr Blacksmith and his uncle.
Everyone will be in such a... high state of mind
with all this, federation nonsense.
Hanging and all the things that go with it is a bit out of place.
Everything in good time...
...even Justice.
Never mind in a year or so...
Tell me, what would you have done if the Blacksmith had been sentenced?
I got him! Beautiful!
- Oh it's very cold. - Yes, sister.
Jesus!
He's a lot better than when I brought him in.
Didn't think he'll live.
There's no shit in Sydney since he won't have to travel.
Watch him bloody so he can't leave.
Mrs Neville and I...
...I feel very responsible.
We both, feel extremely sorry for you, Jimmie.
We don't feel it's some tal-ly-ho.
It's time...
Offering to me, the giving and the end,
first and last,
blessed are they, that do his commandements...
I don't foressee any difficulty.
Everything appears to be normal.
Although his neck muscles simply more developped than the average black.
For without, are dogs and sorcerers
and whoremongers,
and murderers, idolaters,
and whosoever loveth and maketh a lie.
There should be no problems.