Set in northern Australia before World War II, an English aristocrat who inherits a sprawling ranch reluctantly pacts with a stock-man in order to protect her new property from a takeover plot. As the pair drive 2,000 head of cattle over unforgiving landscape, they experience the bombing of Darwin, Australia, by Japanese forces firsthand.

Drover: 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 your story. Just tryin' to live a good one.
Lady Sarah Ashley: Just because it is, doesn't mean it should be.
Nullah: I sing you to me.
Lady Sarah Ashley: And I will hear you, my darling!
Lady Sarah Ashley: Let's go home.
Drover: There's no place like it.
Nullah: Mrs. Boss! We gotta get those fat cheeky bulls into that big bloody metal ship!
Magarri: If you've got no love in your heart, you've got nothing... No dreaming, not story, nothing.
Drover: Just because it is, doesn't mean it should be.
Drover: There's only one thing cattle fear more than a man on a horse, and that's a man standing on his own two feet, staring him right between the eyes.
Nullah: I sing you to me.
Drover: Crikey!
Drover: [to Ivan] Serve him a fuckin' drink.
Drover: Now where the *hell* are all the bloody stockmen, eh?
Lady Sarah Ashley: That's what I need to speak to you about.
Drover: Where's Fletcher?
Lady Sarah Ashley: We disagreed, and I dismissed him.
Drover: [Dumbfounded] ... *Dismissed?*
Lady Sarah Ashley: Yes.
Drover: Wait, wait a minute, hold on. What about the cattle?
Lady Sarah Ashley: Well, 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.*
Drover: [Storms off] Damn! Do you realize, woman, what you've done?
Lady Sarah Ashley: Mr. Drover, do not take that tone with me *thank you, very much!*
Drover: [Stomps back to her] Don't take that tone with ya, huh?
Lady Sarah Ashley: [Firmly] No.
Drover: I'm askin' ya, woman, do you know what you've *done?* I won't get another drove this late in the season, alright? You've cost me my *living!*
Lady Sarah Ashley: Can't you just round them up?
Drover: Round 'em up, huh? Oh, round 'em up, yeah. Huh? Round 'em up!
Lady Sarah Ashley: Yes! You just... go *get them!*
Drover: Fifteen-hundred head o' cattle, scattered over a million acres with just me, and my two men. That's a *great* idea! Stupid cow...
[first lines]
Nullah: My grandfather, King George, he take'em me walkabout, teach me black fella way. Grandfather teach'em me most important lesson of all. Tell'em story. That day I down the billabong. King George, he teach me how to catch'em fish using magic song. See, I not black fella. I not white fella either. Them white fellas call me mixed-blood, half-caste, creamy. I belong to no one.
King George: That day I see'em them white fellas. They were pushing them cheeky bulls across the river onto Carney land.
Nullah: [quietly] Make yourself invisible.
King George: King George angry at them white fellas. King George say them white fella bad spirit. Must be taken from this land.
Lady Sarah Ashley: Nullah, I wanted to extend my condolences...
Nullah: Go away.
Drover: What're you talkin' about?
Lady Sarah Ashley: You... you want... You want to have it *on* with me.
Drover: What? Wha- What was that?
Lady Sarah Ashley: Oh, you know *exactly what I'm saying. Just like you have it on with that poor girl that you're exploiting, an-and God knows how many others!
Drover: What are you *talking* about? You got a filthy mind, lady.
Lady Sarah Ashley: You're an animal!
Drover: I wouldn't have it on with *you,* if you were the only tart left in Australia!
Lady Sarah Ashley: Mr. Drover, I could show you a thing or two about horses.
Drover: Pretty sure, when it comes to horses, there's nothing you can show me.
Captain Dutton: I suppose it's not a real war unless someone's making a profit.
Drover: We're not really used to...
Lady Sarah Ashley: A woman? I suppose you think I should be back in Darwin, at the church fĂȘte or a lady's whatever you call it. Well I will have you know, I am as capable as any man.
Drover: Guests. We're not used to guests is what I was about to say but now that you mention it I happen to quite like the women of the outback.
Nullah: When Mrs. Boss first come to this land, she look but she not see. Now, she got her eye open for the first time.
Nullah: Let's get them no good cheeky bull in the big bloody metal ship!
Lady Sarah Ashley: Not everybody's you, Mr. Drover.
Drover: That's right. Not everyone's me. I'm the boss.
Nullah: You a man, Drover?
Drover: Yeah, I try to be.
Nullah: Sometimes man got to get away from woman.
Drover: Maybe.
Nullah: That's why you go droving.
Drover: I go droving 'cause that's my job.
Nullah: If you don't go droving, you not a man.
[repeated Lines]
Nullah: Missus Boss, I sing you to me.
Lady Sarah Ashley: And I will hear you.
Title Card: After the bombing of Pearl Harbor on the 7th of December 1944, the Imperial Japanese Navy steamed south, unleashing their fire on Darwin, a city in the northern territory of Australia. 'The territory' was a land of crocodiles, cattle barons, and warrior chiefs where adventure and romance was a way of life. It was also a place where aboriginal children of mixed race were taken by force from their families and trained for service in white society. These children became know as the stolen generations.
Sergeant: Where'd you come from?
Father Benedict: The good Lord has delivered us, but we could do with a ride, Sergeant.
Sergeant: I'm not Jesus Christ, but I'll give it my best shot.
Nullah: This land my, people got many names for. But white fellas call it - Australia. But this story not begin that day. This story begin a little while ago in a land far, far away. That land called England.
Drover: Welcome to Australia!
Drover: I mix with dingoes, not - not duchesses.
[last lines]
King George: You have been on a journey. Now we are heading home to my country. To our country.
Lady Sarah Ashley: And I will hear you.
Drover: Is there any man who doesn't fancy you, huh?
Nullah: Mama say, I Galapa. I magic-man. I wizard-man!

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