The NightingaleDVD - 2020
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To start the evenin' off, I'd like to call on our little nightingale to sing a good old British love song for all us homesick lads.
♪ As I went walking
one morning in May ♪
♪ I met a young couple ♪
♪ So fondly did stray ♪
♪ And one was a young maid
so sweet and so fair ♪
♪ And the other was a soldier
and a brave grenadier ♪
♪ And they kissed so sweet
and comforting ♪
I'm off to Bedfordshire myself. Got a full day of arse-kissing tomorrow.
♪ I wish my love
was a butterfly ♪
♪ I'd light
on my love's breast ♪
♪ Or if I was a blue cuckoo ♪
♪ I'd sing my love to rest ♪
♪ Or if I was a blackbird ♪
♪ I'd sing
till the daylight clear ♪
"It's the law," cried the thief. Didn't I rescue you from that hellhole of a prison? They warned me you'd be too much
trouble. I took you on, anyway. You'd still be there if it weren't for me.
Your soldiers have been firing off their guns for no reason.
-They do that, sir, to ward off the blacks.
They were rotten drunk and firing at the night sky, lieutenant.
And the little bird was so frightened. She thought she was going to die out there in the forest all alone. She called out in her sweet baby voice to see if her ma could hear her. Her voice was so pure it carried for miles through the trees. And suddenly out of nowhere... her ma came flying down and scooped her up in her breast. And the little baby bird chirped with delight. She held on tight through the trees till they came to a beautiful place where she and her ma and da could all live happily together.
The sun shone brightly
and the air was clear.
She was home.
She was free.
She's paid her dues and so have I.
-Is that right?
She's my wife.
-And she's my property so I'll do what I want with her.
Sir, I took on this post with the promise it would be one year. Three years later, I'm still here. I've been handed the sorriest band of soldiers that ever sullied the British Army and still I've had consistent results. I've civilized the land got rid of the blacks, made it safe...
We're headed up north to Launceston first thing through the interior.
-What? Isn't that dangerous?
Yes, it's fucking dangerous, you fat-headed lobcock!
You don't want trouble, but sometimes trouble wants you.
It's murderous out there. You'll die in a day!
-Should I stay homeand do needlework?
It's a fucking wilderness. At least take a guide, for God's sake. There's a guide that I work with. He's smart and knows the land. Those black ones, they know the way...
-I'm not traveling with a black. End up in a pot of someone's dinner.
I'm not workin' for no bloody white woman.
Oh. Are you mad, woman? You cannot go out there on your own! There's a war on, you know.
What you gonna do? Shoot me or hang me? Our people cleared that land so we could hunt, get food.
-Be quiet, boy.
Then you white devils come put sheeps on it. Told us to get off our land. Now we got no food. You kill us.
The girl didn't die, sir. I'm sure of it.
- So? Even if she didn't, who's gonna do anything about it? For all anyone knows her husband killed the baby in a rage. Then he set upon her, so she shot him.
Look on the bright side, sir. Two months in Van Diemen's Land and you're already a baby killer.
Every time something bad happens you're nowhere to be found. I'm paying you to protect me!
-No, you're not. I'm showing you the way. You protect yourself.
You're a bloody coward.
-I'm not a coward. Those ones who see a blackfella, they shoot a blackfella. Bit hard for a dead man to show you the fuckin' way.
What in the hell are you doing bringing one here? Where there's one, there's ten, sergeant.
What are you doing?
-River too high. Get to 'em another day.
You said we would make it.
- I'm not the boss. River the boss.
You think you're the only one with problems? I've looked after meself since I was a kid. Never knew me father. Me mother worked herself to an early grave. I lived on the streets,stole what I could to survive. And now I'm here at the arse end of the world with you. Welcome to the world, boy. Full of misery from top to bottom.
-I'm not your boy. I'm mangana, the blackbird. I'm Letteremairrener man. I'm not "God Save The King" like them white bastards sing. I'm… The blackbird flying high over the mountains.
My brothers, my father, my uncles... all them dead. Them whitefella shot 'em all in front of me when I was a kid. My mother, my aunties... all them run away. Never seen 'em again. Them whitefella take me far from my family. Chain me, beat me. Say, "You be like white boy now." I don't never wanna be like white boy. Not now, not ever. That big boss you following, he's the worst one. He make me take him to blackfella then he shoot the blackfella. I'm not working for no bloody whitefella no more. I'm gonna go up north. I'm gonna find my mother, my aunties. Go back home to my country so you can't hurt me no more.
-What do you mean me? I didn't hurt your family. I didn't do anything.
-I'm not England. I'm Ireland.
You bloody England!
-I'm Ireland! Damn all the English to hell! Every one of their sons! May the pox disfigure them! May the plague consume them! Long live Ireland!
- Yes, I'm Ireland, you fool. I feckin' hate the English. I'm Ireland.
Where did you get that?
-Stole it from the hut where that bastard one shoot at me. What? I'm smart. You white ones go fast, fast, fast get nowhere. I go slow, get everything done. I'm blackbird.
If that one's your husband, you need another husband.
You know what it's like to have a whitefella take everything you have, don't you? They stole something from me and I need to get it back.
My country up there not far away
She is my country
She is my mother
Mangana the blackbird sings
He sings for me and my home
You will be safe now.
I am here with you.
Everything will be good now.
You can rest.
I'll give you 20 pounds. You won't ever have to work again, boy!
-I don't want your money.
And don't call me boy, you England bastard.
Boy. Please, just… Billy, please. Don't leave. I'll give you everything I got. Becky's yours. Do you know
how much she's worth? Ten whole pounds. I'll sell her for you in Launceston.
-Don't want her.
If you go back that way, you won't last five hours before some whitefella tries to blow your head off. Billy, please. I can't be out here on my own.
-What did he do to ya to make you do that to him?
What's your name again?
Clare. You Ireland?
-Yes. I'm Ireland. Ireland far away. Charlie's your uncle?
Not like you say. Charlie from a different family. Plangermairreenner man. He help me do ceremony. Help me live our way. Blackfella way. Charlie my family now.
-You have more family here?
If I saw them white ones the ones that killed my family... I would have done what you did.
That's my bird, the blackbird. That's me. You see that one? He's a strong spirit one. He'll help you, show you the way.
You owe your life to a child. Don't you ever forget that.
We need to go.
- We can't just leave her! She's Aidan's horse. Shh, shh, shh. Please. She's my husband's horse. I don't have anything else from him.
Your old mate didn't make it. Did you know? Had an accident. He tripped and fell and killed himself.
I thought you had somethin'. You don't. You're nothing and you'll always be nothing you worthless little gutter rat!
Please! I'll shoot the next one, I will! I'll shoot…
You white men kill everything you see!
You take our land!
You take our women!
You are devils! You are devils!
He'll be fine with you. But without you… Not with the way things are now. Don't give yourself more trouble than you've already had.
Clare. Jesus Christ. Don't you ever fucking die?
You can tell me to shut up. You can threaten to kill me. But it won't do nothin'. That girl you raped... whose husband and baby you murdered... that girl died. And you can't kill what's already dead.
I'm not your whore. I'm not your nightingale ... your little bird, your dove. I'm not your anything. I belong to me and no one else! When all the women are raped when all the men and babies are killed what will you do then, lieutenant?
-Get out, madwoman. You're not allowed in here.
Look at you. All dressed up and shiny. Like butter wouldn't melt. The big strong man.
-Someone get her out!
What's the matter, little soldier boy? Didn't your mammy love ya?
♪ I wish I were on yonder hill ♪
♪ It's there
I'd sit and cry my fill ♪
♪ And every tear
would turn a mill ♪
♪ Is go dte tu
mo mhuirnin slan ♪
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