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We are all born to dream.

It is the very purpose
of our mind.

And when we are young,
our dreams are vivid,

crystal clear.

My grandson, Savino,

he is a dreamer.

When Savino was six years old,

Felipe, his father,
had uprooted the family

and his brother, Goyo,
from their vineyards in Spain

to begin life anew
on the other side of the world.

He had his reasons,

but he never shared them
with Savino.

What parent ever does?

Savino, sit down and say grace.

God bless all the gifts we are receiving
thanks to your generosity.

Bless all those
who share them at this table.

Dad, Mum, Grandpa, Grandma

Uncle Goyo and...

Savino. Finish.

And his girlfriend.

- Amen.
- Amen.

Amen.

It smells burned.

That's because it is burned.

And what is my grandson gonna do

on his very special day?

- What plan do you have?
- I don't have a plan.

Savino, don't speak with your mouth full.

Okay.

- Be a good boy.
- I will.

- And eat everything.
- I will.

Savino? Savino.

Wait!

Put this on. Don't get sunburnt.

Papa, I'm going
to high school next term.

What? I'm not allowed
to kiss my son any more?

It's nothing.

See ya!

Nice hat, mate!

As parents, we try our best
to protect our children,

to shield them
from the tides of life.

But we often cast stones
into the waters of their youth.

And those ripples
can last a lifetime.

We've always had
practical reasons

why we look at stars,
and up until recently,

anyone taking a long journey

would have navigated
by star charts.

This constellation,
this was used to navigate

around our half of the world,
the Southern Hemisphere,

like the Pole Star was
by travelers

in the northern part
of the world.

And these two Centauri,

here and here,

these are called the pointers,

because they point
to the Southern Cross.

- Where'd you get the phone?
- I found it.

- Really?
- Well, I need it

- so I can text my dad.
- Mm.

See this guy?

You be him.

You're about to get an arrow
through the heart.

Look what I found today.

Yeah, great.

Weirdness.

And I found this, too.

Sick.

Oh, shit!

He's gonna kill me.

Dude, slow down!

Who's dying?

Me, if I'm not home
soon enough!

He's not gonna shoot you, is he?

Why are you still following me?

I don't know.

Takes time for me to think.

He's out there.

Okay, this way, come on.

Where have you been?

We were playing and we lost track of time.

Ah, so you lost track of time.
You suddenly became an idiot?

What is he doing here?

He's my friend.

I thought your dad
spoke English.

Of course I speak English.

Get in the house.

Forgive me for any wrongdoing.

And if Dad
could forgive me, too,

that'd be great.

Bless all of my family
and my friend, Skeet.

And if, in your eternal wisdom,

you could consider
a blessing for me on this day,

that'd be really great,
thank you.

Amen.

It takes courage to accept
and embrace our own story.

For we are afraid
that people might not like us

if they know the truth
about who we are

or where we come from.

But there is a yearning
deep inside us all

to know more
about what came before.

Good morning.

Hello, good morning.

Have you come with the family
that has rented the house?

Rented? No not rented.

American?

No Australian.

Wow, I have heard that place is beautiful.

Yes, this is beautiful too.

I was looking for my father's house.

Your father?

You're saying that
this is your father's house?

Yes, my father.

Felipe?

You are Felipe's son?

- Sorpresa!
- Sorpresa!

Okay, which present first?

- The big one?
- That's mine.

Oooh!

- Ah!
- It's a game,

but it makes you think.

That one's from me, Janine.

Oh, cool!
Maths instruments, thanks!

It's like a ruler and stuff.

Don't know how
to show you how to use them.

Open this one.

I chose this for you,
especially this year.

You know, Savino,
something I think

you will really treasure.

This is your history,
our history.

You see here?

Our father,
your grandfather, Antonio,

gave this to me
on my 12th birthday.

So now it's yours.

And you can put your name
under us.

- Do you like it?
- Thanks, it's nice.

Three generations.

You can read a bit of it,

now we are all together,
if you want.

I think I'll read it later
when I can really appreciate it.

Okay.

Thank you.

It's okay.

- It's great.
- Bravo, Felipe.

They are socks.

But your grandfather
has a gift for you

that you might really like.

All right, let's see.

Socks. Warm feet.

Luis, give Savvy
a proper present.

What do you mean,
"proper present," Maribel?

What is the point
of saying that?

It's okay.

We could give this another day.

Oh, come on, it's a present.

He's gotta open it.

Happy Birthday, my grandson.

Look, your name. Savino.

Savino.

I didn't know you were going
to put his name in your book.

It's okay, no problem, Luis.

I'm going to work.

The water can wait.

What the...?

Are you shitting me?

We got shoes! We got new shoes!

Is this telescope
powerful enough

to see other galaxies
and stuff like that?

Powerful enough, yes.

That's a good word.

I do not know
what you are going to see, son.

This is your adventure now.

What?

You do not believe me?

Maybe you're not ready.

But one day you will be ready
and you will know.

You will see it.

See what?

I've given you the tools.

Use your eyes, Savino.

You should knock.

Your grandmother and I
could be doing something

not meant for a boy's eyes.

Unlikely, but you never know.

What?

I saw something.

What's happening?

Oh, sweetheart.

It's too early!

Come back when I'm beautiful.

You're always beautiful my sweet.

Go on.

Okay, so I saw
the Southern Cross.

- Yes.
- And it was pointing

- to this rock.
- Which rock?

He's trying to tell me.

Nah.

- No, don't worry about it.
- Hey.

- It sounds stupid.
- Stop.

- Go on.
- Okay.

Well, I found this rock
with my telescope.

There were these colors.

Oh, yeah,
and there was a shadow

of this really big bird.

And... and then another one,
but this time a golden one,

and it wasn't as big,
but it was a golden bird,

and it flew up over the rock.

- That rock.
- Shh.

- Do you know the place?
- Yes.

It's a beautiful place.

Come on, tell me.

Can I... can I go there?

I don't know, can you?

How do I get there?

You know how.

Follow the stars.

Savino should be out in the sunshine.

It's the holidays
and he is stuck in this dark hole.

Mama.

It's true...

...he needs some brothers
to run around with...

...out on his bike like normal children.

You don't want your grandson
to have an education?

- Is that it?
- What I am saying

is that he should have
some sunshine, too.

You don't think he needs
to learn how to run this place?

Who else is going to do that?

You? Or him?

You think he could do it?

I could do it.

Give me a few weeks,
and I'm running this thing.

He doesn't trust you at all.

A family from Barcelona
bought the house

when your father
decided to leave.

They use it as a holiday home.

I take care of the vineyards,

and my wife
looks after the house.

As we did with your family.

See that house?

That's where I live.

Let's go, meet my family.

What do you have to write about?

- Family.
- Perfect.

So you can write
about how we made

one of the most beautiful wines
in Spain.

This.

Our Tempranillo '65,

the finest we ever produced.

But you never drink wine.

You don't have to drink it.

It's enough to taste it.

That's not what Uncle Goyo says.

Yeah. Tio Goyo's a wine expert.

And this is the only bottle
I brought from Spain

worth the price of a ruby,

and your inheritance
right here, Savino.

But be careful.

An old wine
can be disturbed easily.

Look.

Made from the grapes
of your old family vineyards.

- Wow.
- Give it to your father.

Dad used to have a bottle
of wine like this, but...

but he doesn't have his anymore.

I wonder what life would
have been like for my family

if we all stayed here.

Tomorrow I will take you
somewhere

before you leave.

Savino, come here.

- Try.
- Mhm.

Smell it.

You see? Sweet.

Did your father teach you
and Tio Goyo how to make wine?

Yes.

I wish you could meet him.

Your grandfather
showed me everything.

Now I am teaching you.

Perfect, you see?

Now...

I can't listen
to Felipe's crap any more.

- Do you want a smoke?
- Yeah.

He only talks
about the good times,

before our father changed.

I think it's time
to go to dinner, Savino.

- See you later.
- See you.

Tio Goyo.

- It's dinner time.
- Okay.

Bueno.

Paella, paella.

It's so special
having you here, Savino.

I've thought
about your father a lot.

Did he ever talk to you
about his life here

and why he left
and went to Australia?

- Kind of.
- He is a good man.

He deserves happiness.

Most people do, I suppose,
but especially your father.

Let's have a family toast to Savino...

...who has come from
the other side of the world...

...just to try my wife's paella!

Hi.

How you doing?

- Hey, Dad.
- Hey.

What are you doing, Savvy?

I'm learning
the family business.

- You know, for my essay.
- Good.

Yeah, Tio Goyo is teaching me

how to taste wines
from different years.

Yes, I'm showing him
how this works, more or less.

It's good.

You have to move it.

Open it.

2002.

- Correct?
- Probably.

What's wrong?

You let him drink?

He's 12 years old.

Just a little.

I'm sorry, Felipe,
just a little.

We did this in Spain.

I mean,
there's no problem with it.

We are not in Spain.

What do you have in your head?

You wanna tell your son
about the family business?

Tell him how our father
ran the business,

because the way
I remember things,

he drank the most of it.

That's what he did.

And you are drinking the rest,
aren't you?

I am not like him.

I got nothing,
as you like to say,

but I'm enjoying life.

I'm a good man
and I'm enjoying life.

Can you say that?

You got a great family
and you run the business,

but you're the sad man, not me.

Drink it.

I'm not a baby.

Ah, you're not a baby,
you're a man.

A drinking man.

You are not going
to walk from this room

till you sober up.

Do you understand me?

Yeah.

Perfect.

And from now on,
you are going to work

in a place where I can see you.

With me.

How are we doing?

We are doing all right.

For a family of seven
with two workers.

Mom and Dad and five kids.

We should've had more children.

I just think
it's hard for Savvy.

Oh! You dirty bastard!

- You nearly got me then.
- Shh, shh!

- What are you doing here?
- Let's go out.

Let's do something.

- I can't.
- Just come down.

Hurry up.

Shh!

- Quiet.
- Catch this, okay?

Go.

Come on, I've got you.

Go.

Sorry, mate.

- You smell like the pub.
- Yeah, I know.

- Are you pissed?
- Off my face.

Come on, let's get out of here.

You didn't reply to my signals.

What was your message?

Light, dark, light, dark,
light, light, light, dark.

That's very informative, Skeet.

Wait here.

We don't need water.

We will
where we're going, buddy.

Quiet.

So where are we going?

We're going to this place.

My pops told me,
out past Emu Plains,

there's a rock,
something strange to see.

- See what?
- I don't know.

Mate, this is gonna be sick.

I guess so.

Can you see it?

The Milky Way.

Cool.

I need the Southern Cross
to show us the way.

The stars are gonna
get us there?

Yeah.

Well, that's
what my granddad said.

How old is he again?

Are you gonna be doing that
the whole way?

Yeah.

We gotta let the snakes know
we're coming.

Yeah, right.

Seriously.

It's the brown ones
you've really gotta worry about.

They've got these tiny fangs

and their venom
just thins your blood.

You won't feel a thing,
but then you just drop dead.

That's gross!

Did you know
there are more stars

than there are grains of sand?

Really?

Yeah.

Or something like that.

It's like millions
of tiny little eyes

just staring down on us.

Hey, look.

A satellite.

- Where is it?
- There.

There's thousands of them
up there.

Most of them
stopped working ages ago.

They're still up there,
just trying to find a signal.

Do you have maps
on that phone of yours?

No.

You know you can get apps
that have star maps on it?

I don't want that shit
on my phone.

I've just got the games I like.

It's just for texting my dad.

- What did he say?
- I haven't texted him yet.

Why not?

I'm just working out
what to say.

- Do you even know his number?
- Yes.

You just gotta
find the right words.

That's it.

There's something biting my leg.

Oh.

- Oh!
- Shit!

- Get them off my back.
- Yeah.

Let's go.

The bag, you dickhead, get it!

Shit.

What am I even doing out here?

I don't even believe
there's any stupid rock.

Your crazy grandfather
made it up.

He did not.

Is he still all there
in the head?

He's smarter
than anyone else I know.

Which way now?

I don't know.

- For fuck's sake.
- I'm looking.

I'm going home.

Wait, wait.

Wait, wait!

Give me your phone.

No reception.

You should have told
your freaky father we're coming.

- He's not a freak.
- He is too.

He's a bit of a freak.

Did you ever think
maybe our dads

would like it
if we died out here?

And they wouldn't have
to pretend to care anymore?

That's not good for you.

You think that's
my main concern right now?

Can I have a puff?

You're not getting
any better at it, are you?

Get lost.

Maybe your dad was hoping
for you to go out to the desert

and never come back.

Then he wouldn't have
to worry about paying

for your clothes or your food,

or coming to see you,
or texting you back.

Or anything like that.

Maybe he'd like it if you just
fell off the face of the earth,

'cause he doesn't
give a shit about you.

I just disappoint him.

I don't know what he wants.

Not me.

I'm not the kid he wants.

Savino?

See? Woo-hoo!

Get a move on.

- Come on.
- Shut up.

- Come on.
- Thank you.

Go on.

Give us a look.

- Can you see anything?
- Yeah.

I can see a whole heap

of nothingness.

This isn't right.

You know the problem
with your grandfather's stories?

There's no fucking ending.

Give it here.

For fuck's sake.

I can see the lights
of our town.

I can see the way straight back.

Come on, let's go.

Hurry up, let's go, move it!

Skeet?

Fucking hell.

No, no, no, no, no.

Shit, no.

Where is Savino?

What happened? Have you no manners?

- Where is he?
- I don't know, he should be in his room!

- He's not there.
- What do you mean he's not there?

Luis, do you have an idea
where is he?

Where did you send my son, Luis?

Skeet? Skeet!

Fuck.

Skeet, Skeet.

Fuck, fuck.

What the fuck
are you gonna do with that?

- Savino!
- Shit.

What happened?

Skeet kind of fell.

Savino, you stay here.

Could you drop me
round the back?

I'm going to deliver you
to your father.

It's just my mom now.

And don't wake her up.

Before eating, Savino,

tell me what
your grandfather said.

I can tell you
exactly what I told him.

But I want my son to tell me.

It's my fault.

When you make a mistake,
and we all do,

it is not your fault.

Eat up now, Savvy.

What? I'm the problem here?

He's the one who sends Savvy
into the desert.

I thought he would talk to you.

- Why he would do that?
- Because you're his father.

Look at him. Luis, no.

Please, look at him.

You see?

He has no words for me.

- Hello.
- You have a problem!

I'm trying to eat
my breakfast here.

- A big one!
- The most important meal

- of the day.
- Tell your mother

to stay out of this.

- Stay out of it, Mama.
- No, I will not.

I've got my health to consider.

Did you see it, Savino?

Did you look hard enough
to find it?

Answer to your grandfather,
Savino.

Did you see anything?

- Did you use the telescope?
- Yes, he looked!

But he didn't see anything

because there is nothing
up there.

One day you will see it.

Not another time, please!

Stop your crazy dreaming,
putting my son at risk!

Stop! Stop!

- Sweet Jesus.
- I can point a finger, too.

Adrianna.

Get your parents
out of my house.

- What?
- Calm down, please.

I will calm down

when your parents
were out of my house.

- It's their house, too.
- No, no.

This is our house, Savino.

You have to understand that.

This is the family,
your mother, you, and me.

Felipe, por favor.

Por favor, Felipe.

No.

Okay, Luis.

I will not throw you out.

Yes, it is time.

Time for what?

You don't have to pack today.

I have already packed.

Papa. But you can't.

- You have nowhere to go.
- I will not be a burden

for you any longer.

Papa.

Mama.

Savino, go to your room.

What's wrong with Pops?

He's just getting older,
I guess.

How can he be out there
working on his stupid car

while they're leaving?

He's hiding from us.

Hiding?

That's what he does, isn't it?

Eat your food, Savino.

We always wait for you, Felipe.

Of all God's creatures,

man is the only one
who sees fit

to punish himself...

over and over again.

Good.

And what is worse...

we make our children
pay dearly for our mistakes.

It's me again.

If you can tell Mom to
come home now, that'd be great.

I don't even know where she is.

Savvy?

Hello?

I'm coming in. Is that alright?

Do you think God speaks Spanish?

I think it might be
his first language.

- Nice room.
- Thanks.

My 12th birthday
was pretty shit.

But I'll tell you,

no one ever gift-wrapped
school shoes

and made me smile about it.

That really, really sucks.

I don't even know what that is.

That's like weird medieval shit.

You want your telescope back?

Okay.

Shit.

Fuck.

Shit.

Felipe!

Shit.

- Felipe!
- Keep working.

Um, help! Ah!

- Oh, my God.
- Careful, careful.

Oh, my God.

I don't know what happened.

I was washing dishes and I...

Aren't you done yet?

Almost.

Finish up and then you can go.

I have work to do.

When a family breaks
into many pieces...

when we feel forgotten
and unaccepted...

a week can feel like a lifetime.

You need to talk
to him yourself.

- Is Pops sick?
- He's in the hospice.

Why didn't you tell me?

Come on, Savvy.

Quick.

It's here.

Come in, sweetie.

Ah, my beautiful girl and Savino.

Come in.

There they are.

You're so beautiful.

Maribel.

Always so beautiful.

We should have stayed there.

We should have stayed in Spain.

Maybe then you'd never
have got this cancer.

Always so cheerful.

You want me to smile
at your deathbed?

Why not?

I love your smile.

Give it to me.

Maybe in a minute.

Go and talk with your grandpa.

Okay?

You should have told me sooner.

Do not be frightened.

He didn't want me to tell you.

I didn't think it would be this fast.

Leave me alone.

Everyone loses
someone they love.

This is half of your family

and you must find
the other half.

It is lost

and only you can find it.

Only you.

Do you understand?

No.

You will find the way.

I want to kiss your eyes.

I want...

to kiss your nose.

Then I want to tickle you.

I'm not a little kid any more.

Then let us talk business.

You have to go back

and see the rock one more time.

- I can't.
- In the light.

Because I went there,
you're here.

Make a better plan.

Not without you.

I am not necessary.

That is how the world turns.

Not too hard, darling.

Lay down next to me.

Adrianna.

Where is your mother going?

Go inside, Mama.

Adrianna?

My mother is going to her room.

- She has to rest.
- She has no room here.

This is our house.

We have talked about this.

She has to find another room.

Felipe.

- Take the bags in, sweetie.
- No.

No, no, no,
put that on the floor.

She just told me
to take them inside.

- Put that on the floor.
- No.

Felipe.

I tell you
put that on the floor.

Felipe, Felipe...

...I need a hand.

Felipe, I don't know how this works.

Felipe.

Felipe.

Felipe,
give me a hand with this.

It's not working.

You ruined the family, you son of a bitch.

Coward.

What do you want? What do you want?

What are you saying?
What the fuck are you saying?

What's wrong with you?
What's wrong with you?

You sit at my table
looking like this?

My mother's home is with me now.

She was staying with
my father in the hospice.

He died last night.

What?

How are you gonna
live with that?

I'm getting away from you
and this family.

You are so fucked.

You're gonna spend
the rest of your days

locked up behind those shutters
in the dark,

eating dust, snarling at each
other in fucking Spanish.

That poor kid!

- No.
- Take it easy.

Give the rest of my shit
to your next girlfriend.

I feel sorry for her.

He doesn't want any sad clothes.

He wants dominoes
and music played at supper...

and...

This bit is very personal.

So I don't want to read
about how he liked me

in my green dress
with a red net petticoat.

Aw, Mama, no.

Everybody liked me in that.

I was spectacular.

Yeah.

And...

He wants you to make lots of food...

...and for us to drink
the Tempranillo '65 from the study.

Mama, that's not in the letter.

He doesn't want Felipe
to suck the color out of everything.

He doesn't want us
to close the shutters any more.

And he wants all of us
to take care of his Savino.

I didn't know where you were.

Adrianna, do you hate me?

- Do you all hate me?
- What's the matter with you?

Do you know how many years
it's been since Orian died?

He's gone, but Savino is here.

It had nothing to do with Orian.

- No?
- No.

Then why should I make any
more excuses for you, Felipe?

You can't put my son in a prison

because he looks like
another boy you lost.

Look at me.

Look at me.

Your precious brother
died years ago,

and none of us have
ever been allowed to get out

from under your misery.

Well, you won't crush my son
with it.

Do you hear me?

My Savvy is going to laugh
and be happy and live.

Like his grandfather.

And you can sit here
on your own in the dark.

I've had enough.

Do you hear me?

I said do you fucking hear me?

Ugh!

Savvy?

Where are you going?

I'm going back.

Savino, you can't go back.

It's dangerous for you.

You are 12 years old.

I didn't know about
your grandfather.

I didn't know he was sick.

I didn't hate him.

I promise.

I'm just trying to protect you.

Do you understand?

I'm your father.
Please, come on.

Stay here, please.

Savino. Savino.

Stay here. Savino, you can't go.

Savino, you can't go!

I'm telling you!

What are you gonna do, hit me?

I hate you.

I'm going back to the rock.

I bet your dad's
foaming at the mouth.

I don't give a shit about him.

Well, at least
he came looking for you.

Yeah.

You want me to come?

Hm.

Come on.

I'm ready.

You gotta be joking.

For fuck's sake.

Take care of yourself.

Oh, yeah.

Did you ever get round
to texting your dad?

You gotta tell him something.

Anything.

Anything that you want him to
know.

Right from here.

Just in case
you don't make it back,

can I have that telescope?

Not a chance in a billion years.

Youth is as beautiful
and as fleeting

as a shooting star

in a clear night sky.

But wisdom
is the Southern Cross,

fixed and infinite,

a guide for eternity.

I'm not coming home with you.

Oi, did you hear what I said?

I'm not coming home.

It's impossible
to make a fire up here.

It's too windy.

I don't get you.

Who's Orian?

Here it is.

It's part of your family.

My dad's parents.

I never even met them.

I only knew my mom's side,
and my pops meant so much to me.

Orian.

He's just a little kid.

Six.

51.

42.

70.

What are you doing?

I look at the dash
in between the two dates

and I calculate
how long each person lived for.

Oh.

Isn't that what everyone does
at cemeteries?

I don't know.

Do they?

Well, I just feel sorry for
the ones who have a short life.

Do not just think
of a dash as merely

a distance between two dates.

A dash itself represents a life.

But wouldn't a longer one
be better than a shorter one?

Look, some people die at 20
but are buried at 80.

I mean, you can live 100 years,

but if it's a wasted life,
then for what?

Orian...

How do you know?

I found these drawings
in Tio Goyo's bedroom.

Orian was my little brother.

Your uncle.

What happened?

I don't have friends here,
Savino.

I don't have...

Orian!

Orian!

We were in a cart rolling down.

He was chasing us.

And...

I heard some sound,
the car braking.

I was supposed
to look after him.

Can you understand me?

And I didn't.

It was an accident.

I'm sorry, Savino.

I... I can't...

I can't live with it.

I have something here.

It's not your fault.

It's not your fault.

I promised Savino he would see
wonders on that rock.

And he did.

Savvy...

I'm sorry.

Don't be sorry.

It's okay.

We're still here.

Please, think of this place
as your second home.

And us as your second family.

I will.

I hope you and this bottle
arrive safely to Australia.

Savino...

Your father was a brave man.

To take his family
to another country

and start again.

It takes time
to understand your parents.

You will learn it with age.

Thank you.

Thank you for everything.

Thank you.

It is not loss we fear the most.

Our greatest fear is to look up
at the stars and to dream.

And to take the risk to make the
dash of our lifetime meaningful.

At some stage in our life,

each of our journeys
will change.

We will be tested in ways
we could never imagine.

And this is when
we might find ourselves

looking through the wrong end
of the telescope.

Unable to see the stars.

Unable to find the right words
to say to your child,

"It's not because of you."

That summer on the rock,

Felipe gave the greatest gift
a father could give.

His honesty.

The truth in his heart.

We are tied on
this journey together.

We must teach our children
and be taught by them.

For once we trust in them,

we will learn they are not us.

They are themselves completely.