Let me out, please!
Bye, lads.
Sorry.
With a low temperature of...
Annie?
Annie!
What?
It's your Terry... he's on the street.
Come quick!
Terry!
Terry...
Terry!
Terry.
Terry, wake up.
Wake up!
Thanks, love. I'll see you.
Yeah. I'll leave you to it.
Where is it, Terry?
Where is the bloody money, Terry?
Where is it? Where's the bloody pay, Terry?
Where is it?! Where's the bloody money, Terry?
Stupid...
Where is it?!
Oh, you...
filthy bugger!
Bloody hell.
Oh...
Oh, God!
Sorry, Annie...
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Bloody hell.
Goodbye, rain. Hello, 300 days of sunshine a year.
We could have our tea in the garden.
Imagine having a proper garden.
Maybe you could get a palm tree, have coconuts for breakfast.
A fresh start.
I won't let you down.
Blimey. Where are you going?
Australia, mate.
Oh! How long's that going to take?
Six weeks, three days and approximately 14 hours.
Oh.
- Try living with him. - Hold that for me, son.
Here we go, then.
The start of our new lives.
- Come on, gang. - Right.
Get that, please, lad.
More arrivals.
There'll be hundreds of us.
I can't believe we're actually doing this.
Are you having doubts?
No.
No, of course not.
Australia - a great place for families.
Australia is an exciting new land.
A country in the modern world.
Create a real home for your family.
A good place to grow.
There's a bright future.
Come over to the sunny side.
The cost of the journey halfway around the world is £10.
Look for a new start on your way to Australia.
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Welcome to Australia.
Hey, look at that.
They let them work in shorts.
I love Australia, me!
What do you think we've got in there, Tommy guns?
What's happening?
Whites only. Rules.
Three, two, one.
Next up, please.
Does everyone have their picture taken?
All new arrivals, yeah.
Three, two, one.
Thanks. Thanks.
Next.
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You're supposed to be traveling with your fiancé, Henry Broad.
He changed his mind.
Couldn't face leaving England.
You realise on this scheme you have to give up your passport for two years?
- No exceptions. - Yeah, I realise.
So once you pass by me,
you won't be seeing your fiancé again for a long, long time.
Well...
It was his decision.
I want to live in Australia.
All right. Come on, then.
Go on, Peter.
All aboard!
- Annie? - Go on.
- Kate? - Hi!
Terry, this is Kate. I met her on the boat. I told you.
- This is my husband, Terry. - Charmed.
- Are ya? - We're gonna miss it, come on.
Looks like we're neighbours.
- Go on. You get on. - Thanks.
Hiya. How you doing?
OK?
No smoke, no fog.
Hey, look at them.
Amazing.
Well, you don't see that in Stockport precinct.
Oh. Here we go.
Home sweet home.
- Is that...? - Can't be.
Where are the houses?
Bloody hell.
It's like a prisoner of war camp.
G'day, g'day, new arrivals.
Fresh meat.
Welcome to paradise.
I'm the bloke that runs the place.
John Joseph Walker.
Everyone calls me JJ.
Now, I don't want to hear any of this Mr Walker crap
like you got in the UK.
You're in Aus now, and it's JJ.
Right.
Let's get some names going.
Pattie.
And this place is a dump.
- It's nothing like the photos they showed. - Pattie!
No, no, no.
Young lady's entitled to her opinion.
Over here, we have a little phrase for you Brits...
"whingeing poms"...
- Poms? - because you come over here
from boring old Blighty with its rain and its rationing
and we embrace you.
We invite you to our sun-licked paradise to work hard
and prosper, maybe even own your own home.
But all some of you do is bitch and moan
and complain about how much you miss good old England.
So no, Patricia, my love.
The Ritz Hotel, it is not.
But until your parents get a job, it's yours,
rent-free with hot and/or cold running water.
So...
Shall we?
Ooh, outside dunnies. You're going to love that.
A cool breeze washing over your bangers and mash.
There's only one bedroom.
What?
Where do we sleep?
That folds out.
It's so hot.
- What's that? What is it?! - Oh, it's a cockroach.
You know they can live for a week without bread?
- Oh! How long can they live squashed? - Pattie!
- They carry disease. - Just like you!
We came to the other side of the world to live in squalor?
Listen, everybody, this is just temporary, OK?
- A lick of paint and it'll be lovely. - A lick of paint, Terry?
We've sold everything we own to come here.
It was all my stupid idea.
Annie.
You happy now?
I didn't want to come here in the first place.
Where do you think you're going?
Now, because you were supposed to be in a couple,
I had you in a different hut,
but single woman, different scenario.
So I've got you next to the Andersons,
- Bill and Sheila. She's great. You'll like her. - Yeah?
Him... bit of a stick up his arse.
So, have you got work lined up?
Yes. A nurse in Cockburn.
Ah! Then you'll be golden.
So...
This is you.
Thank you.
It's, uh...
beautiful.
So he just let you go, then, did he?
Across to the other side of the world without him?
He got cold feet.
Wow. He must be mad.
Word to the wise... in the hostel, most are married,
but it doesn't stop people trying for a bit extra,
especially the Italians.
So if you are kneading your oats, don't groan too loud.
These walls are paper thin.
Toodle-oo.
Pattie was right.
They lied to us.
They showed us whitewashed houses and they showed us huge gardens.
And that's what we'll have.
We'll make it work.
We will.
This is just...
Remember when we went on that holiday?
Grange-over-Sands.
- Mm. - What was that B&B like?
A bloody hovel.
And that woman that ran it, face like a smacked arse.
And we were like, "Good God, where have we come?"
Well, what happened, Annie?
- We had a good time. - Correct.
Because you wouldn't let us not.
Because it was our one holiday of the year.
And because we paid up front.
Yeah, and what did it turn out to be?
Best bloody holiday we ever had.
Well, until the last day, when you got steaming drunk
with Leon from South Port,
and then me and Mrs Leon had to send out a search party,
- didn't we? - Yeah, all right.
And then you both lost money at the tracks.
Uh, mine had three legs.
And somehow you lost a shoe.
And to this day, Terry Roberts, I'll never understand
- where that shoe went. - All right, all right.
Jesus Christ, Annie!
You're like a bloody donkey, aren't you? You never forget.
What are you laughing at?
You!
A donkey?
- It's something else, isn't it? - Yes, it is.
You brought us here for a reason.
For me.
For this.
To get us back to where we were.
Yeah.
And that's what we're going to do.
Come here.
I love you, Annie Roberts.
I love you too, you silly bugger.
Come on, boys!
Are these the loos?
Hi.
- Hi. - Sorry about that.
Fresh meat. You playing?
Yeah. All right. As long as I'm striker.
I was talking to your brother.
No, thanks.
Suit yourself.
Hey!
I was serious.
All right. Come on, then.
Come on. You're playing.
- Run! Come on! - Stop.
- Penalty. - It was a clean tackle.
A clean tackle? He chopped me down.
It's my ball.
Give...
Pattie!
- You OK? - Yeah.
Easy, son. Don't get too close.
No.
Aye, here's a job in Fernbrook,
digging ditches to lay pipes for gas.
Can you dig holes?
Well, yes.
But I'm a fully qualified builder.
- I'm skilled in demolition and... - So you're happy to dig holes?
I'll do what I need to do.
I'm a grafter.
But ideally, I do want skilled to do.
Hurry up!
- Yeah, I'll dig holes. - Great.
I'll just check no Australians want this, otherwise it's yours.
Oh, yeah, will do.
Come in.
Marvin, I've got to go.
A pom's just walked in.
Yeah, pasty skin.
He looks like he's got TB.
Tea and biscuits for elevenses?
Puttin' on me top hat.
Yeah, bye, mate, bye.
Oh...
All right, pom, show me your muscles.
Good enough.
I'm an easy going boss, but I got three golden rules.
One - we all work hard, we all go home on time.
Two - thieving will not be tolerated.
I don't care if it's a screwdriver or a ton of lead piping.
Get caught, I'll call the law.
Three - don't ask me for a sub.
You got more chance of spotting a one-legged wallaby peeing
on a Kiwi's grave.
We understand each other?
- Certainly do. - Good.
Righto.
This is Terry.
He's from the United Kingdom.
Make him welcome.
Or he might hit you with his croquet mallet.
"What, what?"
All right, then.
Dean'll show you around.
All right, school bag.
- Lovely. - Thanks, Mum. Bye.
Big smiles now, and be friendly.
And be good!
I don't understand. Here they call underpants "undies".
Yeah. Incredible - they dropped the word "pants".
No, but...
But why would they change that? It doesn't make sense.
Try and be more normal, Peter.
You need to make new friends.
All right?
It just seems unnecessary.
Hello?
Hi, I'm Kate.
I know who you are, Your Majesty.
I was wondering if it's possible to use a telephone.
I need to call the consulate. It won't take long.
For you, ma'am, anything.
Hello? Operator?
I'd like to make an international call.
Hello?
Sandra.
It's Kate. Is my mum there?
I'm phoning from abroad.
Margie! It's your Kate.
Katheryn?
Oh, my goodness!
I don't understand why you did this.
What's he saying?
He's going crazy.
Saying he's getting the next boat out there.
- When's that? - I have no idea.
Well, if he asks, just say that you haven't heard from me.
- Lie? - Yes.
Or say that I'm in Perth.
I don't understand.
I've got to go.
I don't understand why you're doing this.
Mum, I had to.
I love you. Bye.
All sorted? With the consulate?
Yep.
Oh, no. Oh, no, you don't.
Are you the concierge?
Aussie dunny, mate, used by Australians only.
- Well, I need a leak. - Go down there.
I'm not peeing in the bushes.
Don't you all piss outside in Britain?
- No. - Hey, listen, I'm not joking.
All right?
It's an Aussie dunny
for Aussie piss and Aussie shit.
You got it?
I don't want any trouble.
You're not getting any trouble. You're getting an education.
You got blacks in Britain, don't ya?
Yes.
Well, over here,
you're the black.
So go and piss in the bushes.
Have a look at this, boys.
He's over there, look. Made him piss in the bushes.
Hey!
Hey, what are you doing?
I spent all morning doing that.
You're blocking my path.
Dirt goes on that side.
Old mate.
Here you go.
Thank you, Victoria.
- See you tomorrow. Yes? - Thank you.
No.
To the back.
To the back of the queue.
Go!
Thank you.
I'm sorry, why is she not being served?
They get served after us.
Thank you.
Yellow - that's lovely.
That'll be two shillings.
I'd like to speak to the manager, please.
- Manager? - Yes.
Out the back.
This is a disgrace.
Oh.
I was looking for the manager.
You found her?
Oh, are you here for the supervisor role?
I'm sorry?
I'll get you the application form.
What's your name, my darling?
Come in.
Sorry for the mess.
You know what they say... messy office, tidy mind or...
I don't know what they say.
Do you want some pineapple upside down cake?
One of the girls made it. It's delicious.
- Er, no, I'm here because I want to... - What's your name?
Mrs Roberts.
- But the reas... - Your real name.
Mrs Roberts! You English, you're so formal.
- Annie. - Annie. Fantastic.
Now, you've got qualifications, I assume,
but I don't put much store by all that.
I trust my instincts.
If I like you, I hire you.
Now, fill that in. Use my desk if you need to.
Or you can bring it back tomorrow.
Erm, I was actually coming to, erm...
Yeah. I'm more than qualified.
Fantastic.
Put all your information down there.
Come over with your family.
Husband, kids?
Oh, no. My... my husband died.
So it's just me and the kids.
New start.
I'm sorry to hear that, Annie.
All the more reason to work.
Listen, I've got to pee.
But I'll look forward to your application.
Bloody pom.
Pst! Pst!
In here.
You look like a man could use a drink.
Eh... Voila!
Anything you need, I'm your man. Oh, shush. It's contraband.
Bloody hell.
They call me Party Arty.
I'll just have this.
- Arthur Farthingdon. - Terry Roberts.
Monsieur.
Ta.
Let me tell you, my friend, things are better over here.
We're a good community and we look out for each other.
Well, most of us.
There's a few Europeans you have to watch,
especially the Dutch.
Any Germans here?
There are, actually.
Nice people.
Can't blame them, can we?
They weren't all fans of mein Fuhrer.
You fight?
Battle of Arnhem.
Got captured.
Tried to escape twice.
Ended up in Dresden.
Dresden?
Bad as they say?
Worse.
Yourself?
Burma.
Every day was rolling the dice.
But I survived.
The good Lord spared me.
So the way I see it,
we owe it to those that fell to make the most of our lives.
Beach!
Come on.
- How was school? - Good.
- The kids were? - About 70 % nice.
Not bad for the first day.
Clap your eyes on that.
Oh, wow!
Look at it.
It's beautiful.
Last one in is a sissy!
Oop! Come on, then!
All right! Don't mind us!
You go with them if you like. I'll sort all this out.
Nah, it's fine.
- I hear there's jellyfish in there anyway. - Oh!
That's it!
Good girl!
Whee!
Come on.
Pattie's the sissy!
Wahey!
Go on.
There just was too many problems.
There was too many things that he just wouldn't...
He wouldn't talk about it.
All our money was going on booze and gambling.
He was in a right mess.
Pattie's at that age where she's interested in boys,
and he would just blow his top.
He hated them.
All of them.
No-one was ever good enough.
When he's sober, he's such a lovely man.
But drunk, he's...
Listen to me talking all about myself. Sorry.
You weren't. You were talking about Terry.
You're very brave, you know?
Traveling over here by yourself.
Right. Come on. We're going in.
- You said there were jellyfish. - There is.
- And sharks, so come on. Come on! - No!
Oh, it's rather nice.
Whose van is this?
Never you mind.
Whose is it?
JJ's.
JJ's?
I know where he keeps the keys when he's off-site,
but I figure there's no point, it just sitting there.
- I heard Kate called you. - Oh! Henry.
Where is she?
- I swear, Henry, she didn't tell me. - Hey, hey, hey.
I love her, Margie.
I want to be with her.
So the next time she calls,
you find out where she is for me.
Oh, no. Oh. Uck.
All smiles, Bill.
All smiles.
Hello, dear.
Terry, I've been thinking, right?
Oh, that's dangerous. You don't want to be doing too much of that.
No. No, no, listen. I've been thinking...
about me working out here.
You've got a job.
Me. And the kids.
You're brilliant at it.
You are.
How do you get this undone?
Get your cap.
You OK?
Yeah. Just schoolwork.
That's good.
You keep at it.
You're a bright girl.
So full of confidence.
I envy you.
I do.
You've got your whole future ahead of you.
Nothing to stop you
achieving everything that you're capable of.
Ah, hello again.
I want to tell you the truth.
Right.
When you asked me about my husband, I lied.
He's not dead.
He's useless sometimes.
And the reason we came here was to stop him from drinking
himself to death.
He's very much alive and well.
Right.
So why lie?
I really want this job.
But Terry, my husband, says that I've got two kids,
so that's my job.
But I am honest and I am capable and hardworking.
And despite what I said the other day, I am trustworthy.
- And if you give me this opportunity... - Right, right, right.
I really want it.
Christ alive, Annie, you are one crazy cat.
You know that?
I see a lot of myself in you...
and I like it.
Now get out of here, you nut.
Go! Go, go.
Hey, move it, pom!
G'day, Sheila.
Hut inspection.
- This new? - Mm-hm.
You know what drives me crazy?
They always put Britain smack bang in the centre.
I want a map...
with Australia in the middle,
centre of the universe, where we belong.
I got your return application.
Is it because of me?
- No. - I told you...
no-one need know.
It's not you.
Signature, please.
When?
It's not you, John.
She...
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!
Oh!
Oh, hey, sorry, pom.
The rope snapped.
You could've killed me!
I will try harder next time, eh?
And maybe one of our mob will get a job. Huh?
Ten-pound loser.
Get down here now!
Oh, don't be silly, mate. Lost your mind, have you, mate?
Get down!
Oi, oi...
Come on, get up.
Lunatic!
- Come on, Dean. - Come on, Dean.
Come on!
Give it to him!
Give it to him, mate.
Aargh!
Break it up! Get off him!
On your feet. On your feet.
Who started this?
- He did. - He did.
We weren't fighting.
No?
What was it? A prelude to sex?
- He dropped those pipes on me... he could've killed me. - No.
- It were an accident, boss. - Accident, my arse.
This again, huh?
- What? - You think he's taking Aussie work?
We invited him here,
and he's doing the work
that you lot won't... without complaint.
Shake hands.
Shake. Hands.
- Yeah, there you go. - See?
Now give him a hug.
What?
Fighting on site's a sackable offense.
Now a little kiss.
Come on, Billy. Come on!
You kiss him, Dean, or I'll get those dismissal papers ready.
Come on!
Little peck.
Get off!
You want me to make sweet love to him next? Come on.
Here you go.
There you go.
Go on, get back to work, you lot.
Go on, you bastards.
- Ha-ha! - Get back to work, you bastards!
What's so bloody funny?
Tonight's slurp night.
A few of us are going out.
You want to come?
Yeah, that'll be good, thanks.
Good.
Hope you've got deep pockets.
You're buying, sweetheart.
Let's hit the pub, Paulie.
How you going?
Oh, very thirsty. Toodle-oo.
Eh, four beers, a bourbon
and, er, Coca-Cola.
Coca-Cola?
Or a lemonade, whatever you've got.
What, for you?
Yeah.
Give us a beer.
That's more like it.
All right. Mind how you go.
Goodnight, fellas.
Oh!
- Are you OK? - Ow!
Ow, ow, ow, ow.
- I didn't even see you. - Do you not use your brakes?!
I am so sorry. How's this?
Shit.
Sorry. I know that's not very ladylike.
All right, Do you want me to take you to a hospital,
or I can call an ambulance?
No, no, what I really need is a stiff drink.
Could you help me with that?
That I can do, yeah.
OK.
- OK. - Here.
Careful. Careful.
- OK. You all right? - Yeah.
Two, three, four...
Drink, drink, drink!
Come on! Go, go!
You all right there, mate?
Good.
Never better.
One too many, eh?
What? No.
I'm good for another.
I had you all wrong, mate.
But you're still a pommy bastard.
You want to see the real Australia?
You never seen the real Australia
till you've driven the dirt roads at night.
Hey? What do you reckon?
Let's go for a spin.
Yeah.
Well, your leg seems a lot better.
It is. Thank you.
I'd like to see you again.
I'd like that too.
Kiss me.
Um...
How will I reach you?
I'll call you. At the office.
Um, my surname's Carter.
Robbie Carter.
Well, until next time, then,
Robbie Carter.
This road goes for about 150 mile.
Funny places, too, dotted all around the place.
There's a bar and a pub in about ten mile.
You should see some of the hooligans in there, boy.
Look like the brothers been fucking them sisters.
Hey, I meant to ask you.
Do you prefer the head lamps on, or do you want them off?
We'll turn them off. There you go.
Oh, Jesus!
- What's up? - It's pitch-black, Dean.
That's the idea!
Now we're livin', boy.
Christ!
Dean, Jesus Christ!
Jesus. I hope we don't hit a roo. Those bastards are tough.
You don't want to hit one of them... couldn't be good.
Turn them on. Eh? Turn it back on!
- Yee-haw, boy! - Please, Dean!
- You're a fucking lunatic. Turn them back on! - All right.
Turn them back on! All right, all right, all right.
Fucking hell!
Hey!
Hey, pom, you look like you pissed your pants there.
Idiot.
It's all right.
Come on, let's go to this pub.
It's only ten minutes up the road.
Might get a couple of sheilas, too, eh?
Don't know about you, but I'm a sobering up.
Shit, shit, shit, shit. Shit.
What was that?
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Michael.
Michael! Michael!
Michael!
No, please! Michael!
No!
Michael, please!
Kate?
What the hell are you doing?
We'd better get out and have a look.
Anything?
Oh!
Struth!
What?
Oh, God!
Uh...
Abo kid.
No wonder we couldn't see him.
Oh, God.
- Is he breathing? - Don't touch him.
Don't touch him.
Oi!
No!
It an accident.
Sorry. We didn't see him.
What's he doing out in the road?
Hey? In the middle of the night?
What's he doing out in the road in the middle of the night?
- We can't... - He's calling the others.
Help, you mob!
We should offer to drive them to the hospital.
We'll get lynched here!
- Help! - It's his child!
Listen, they're Abos...
dirty, filthy, violent Abos.
Now get in the car. Get in the car.
We can drive you to the hospital.
Get in the car now! Yeah?
I'll guarantee I'll leave without you.
Get in now!
You can't leave my boy here, on the side of the road,
- like a dead dog! - Now!
Hey.
We tell no-one, right?
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