Original subtitles

JAY: Where's your horse?

JACK: Sore leg.

(FIRES GUN) (POPPY MOANS)

Put your hands up where I can see them!

You're making a mistake.

The individual is actually Constable Jay Swan.

JAY: I need a list of all your recent invoices.

Who hired what, when. He's SOS.

(SPITS) MAX: Means "Sons of the Soil".

MARY'S MOTHER: Are you Jack's son?

Unfortunately.

Yeah, walk away. It's what you're fuckin' famous for.

You gonna hit me?

Come on. Let me give you a lift.

Maybe next time, eh?

ABE: Why are you here? Lawyer like you.

ZAFAR: Like me?

ABE: A good lawyer.

We usually get has-beens or the wannabes, not actual good lawyers.

POPPY: It wasn't just money they took.

Also Halloween costumes.

MAN: Belt and keys in the bag! (PANTS)

Take the money and go.

(PANTS) He's got my belt.

(VEHICLE DRIVES AWAY)

(MAN LAUGHS)

(SIRENS HOWL)

(SIRENS STOP)

(TRUCK HISSES)

(CATTLE SNORT)

(CATTLE MOO AND STAMP)

Hey, buddy.

You right?

MAN: You were going pretty fast back there, champ.

Show us your licence.

Why don't you step out?

What?

MAN: Out.

Show me the back.

(CLEARS THROAT AND SIGHS)

(SIGHS)

(CATTLE SNORT)

(CATTLE STAMP)

(CATTLE SNORT)

You gonna book me or what?

(SNIFFS)

(DOOR CLOSES)

Hey!

Oi! Oi!

(SIRENS HOWL)

So, what happened?

I already told ya.

Can you tell us again?

Ned Kelly stole my truck.

You guys chased him.

Now I'm standing here.

Can you give us more of a description?

It's Ned fuckin' Kelly, mate. You know what he looks like, don't ya?

Tall? Short?

JAY: Caucasian?

Aboriginal?

All I saw was his finger.

JAY: Which was what colour?

Black.

Had a glove on it.

And the officer who approached your truck...

I had a torch blinding me.

Look, last time I seen my truck,

a police car was right up its arse, with sirens blaring.

So why don't you ask those coppers what happened to it?

Are you going to the ball tomorrow?

Deb ball?

MAX: Yep.

They still do that thing?

It's the biggest night of the year.

Mate, she's asking you out.

What?

No, I'm not.

Are you?

Absolutely not.

I'm not even going.

CINDY: (ON RADIO) Jay, Max, we've got reports coming in

of an abandoned cattle truck on Boundary Road.

(CATTLE BELLOW)

MAN: They're 500 bucks a head.

We need all them killers back on the trailers now.

(GRUNTS)

(GRUNTS)

These look familiar?

GIRL: They moo.

(SIGHS)

(GIRL LAUGHS)

WOMAN: Can you see the cows?

Yeah.

GIRL: There's cows!

WOMAN: Yeah, over there.

This is a crime scene, not a playground.

Come on, bub.

This fella reckons you can't play.

Did you see this truck arrive?

No.

Heard it, but.

Dogs going off their heads.

Person had a radar.

JAY: What'd the person with the radar see?

A truck.

Cattle.

Couple of fellas.

Which way did they go?

Mary in?

Why?

Wanted to make sure she was OK after last night.

Yeah. She's right. She's solid.

(CATTLE MOO)

(CUFF PUMPS) (MAN SPEAKS INDISTINCTLY ON RADIO)

(AIR HISSES) Big hello to all our listeners.

We'll be taking your calls.

Here's some important information for our listeners...

(CONTINUES INDISTINCTLY)

(FRIDGE OPENS)

(YAWNS)

(DOOR CREAKS)

You need to cut that shit out, you know.

You'd take that one last pleasure out of my life, wouldn't you?

Wouldn't mind a cup of tea.

It's not cancer of the leg, you know.

(KNOCK AT DOOR)

Hi.

You looking for Lartesha? No, I'm not here to see her.

You're Mary Allen, right?

Yeah.

Josh Allen's sister?

This is just routine. I'm reviewing his case.

We're not interested. MARY'S MOTHER: Who you talking to?

Nobody! MARY'S MOTHER: Bullshit, Mary.

MARY: It's nothing, Mum!

MARY'S MOTHER: Well, bring nothing in here so I can see them.

(MARY SIGHS)

The Kelly Gang's done it again.

Tell me that's not all that's left of your car.

Well, stole a truck...

..let the cattle out.

Lot of trouble for a joke.

Why dump it here, eh?

(LIGHTER CLICKS)

Joshie come to stay with us when he was a little one.

He was so cheeky, that boy.

And he could eat too, eh?

(LAUGHS)

It was only supposed to be for a couple of months.

But he just stayed on.

He even moved with us to Jardine.

He was family, you know?

And he always looked out for us, didn't he, Mary?

And we went through some tough times together.

But, hey, that's just boys being boys.

(RUMBLING) (CROCKERY RATTLES)

(SIGHS) I'll get you another one. (DOGS BARK)

The file says...

MARY'S MOTHER: I know what your file says.

(CROCKERY CLINKS) Police know nothing.

Coroner knows nothing.

Case closed.

(LIQUID POURS)

MARY'S MOTHER: But he wasn't just a footnote in a file to us.

(EMOTIONALLY) He was my little boy.

(SOBS)

MARY: You right, Mum?

(BREATHES SHAKILY)

Time for you to go, eh?

I don't know what you're trying to achieve here.

(CATTLE MOO)

But she's really sick.

And it's not gonna do her, or anyone else, any good

to drag that pain up again.

Yeah, sure. I get it.

Do you?

I seen you mob come and go, your 2-year regional post.

Do your time then back to some big corporate job.

You know, no-one told us the case was being reopened.

Why now?

Here's my card.

I'm just looking for information.

Ah, I reckon they stuffed up.

They're criminals, remember.

I mean... (LAUGHS) ..they're not the sharpest knives in the drawer.

Or it was exactly what they wanted.

There were some numbers graffitied on a street sign.

'88'.

'88 was a kick in the guts to this town.

I remember being a kid when all the men were sacked.

PETER: Yeah.

Overseas company came in. They sacked hundreds and just dumped it.

Asian company.

Poppy Feng.

Owns the roadhouse.

So you think this is...

..racially motivated?

Stealing cows?

H is the eighth letter of the alphabet.

It's what?

'88' is code for "Heil Hitler."

What about the Sons of the Soil?

There's talk they're into Nazis.

Talk? From who?

Sources.

CINDY: The deceased in the accident yesterday?

Chris Miller?

Well, I did some research,

and his brother has done six years for armed robbery.

Just got out.

There's a lot of white power in those prison gangs.

I thought you said they were just a little rough around the edges.

(LAUGHS)

OK.

But if it WAS them,

why are they drawing attention to 'emselves?

JAY: Why don't we ask 'em?

Might find a police car in the yard.

PETER: Yeah.

Go find your car.

I'm staying here.

Too old for this shit.

(LAUGHS)

PETER: Come on, Maxie. Fuck off.

MAX: (ON RADIO) You check the front. I'll check the back.

That wasn't part of the plan.

It's locked.

Max?

(STATIC CRACKLES)

Max, you there?

(STATIC CRACKLES)

(SIGHS)

(CINDY SIGHS)

Jay.

(SIGHS)

(SIGHS)

(SIGHS) JAY: You good?

(SONG PLAYS INDISTINCTLY IN DISTANCE)

Max.

(CHATTER AND LAUGHTER IN DISTANCE)

(PANTS)

Lucas Miller!

Come out slowly with your hands in the air!

(SONG STOPS)

(PANTS)

MAX: This is the police!

(DOOR BANGS) MAN: Oi!

On the ground!

Hold your fire!

MAX: Stay down. (PANTS)

Not a word.

Ease off!

(WEAPON CLICKS)

What's all this?

Sergeant let you off the leash, did he?

Drop your weapons and put your hands behind your back.

Now!

We're free Australian citizens.

Have you sworn to uphold

the Universal Declaration of Human Rights?

Get on the ground!

Not if you're the one asking, Suzie Wong.

(GUN CLICKS)

JAY: We just want to talk.

Mate...

..we're having a wake for my brother here.

Remember him?

Well, no-one else has to get hurt.

CINDY: There's a step there.

Watch your head.

Come on, mate.

LUCAS: Behave yourself. CINDY: Get in.

No sign of your vehicle.

Hm.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

PETER: We're just trying to be reasonable, you know?

Come on. We just want you to cooperate. It's not hard...

I didn't order a Turkish delight.

Did I?

I didn't order a racist client, but there you go.

That's the beauty of our justice system.

Did you agree to be interviewed without a lawyer present, Mr Miller?

PETER: He was happy to talk. And now he talks to me.

Right.

Interview with Lucas Miller terminated at 8:43.

See ya later, Sarge.

(SIGHS) (DOOR CLOSES)

(FOOTSTEPS APPROACH)

(CHAIR SCRAPES)

(CHAIR SCRAPES)

Unlicensed firearms and ammunition. Mmm.

Possession of prohibited literature.

Trafficable amount of marijuana.

Receiving stolen goods.

Police-issue Glock?

Yeah.

Hey, let the hand of the law strike me down if it will.

Where's my boys?

They're being transferred south.

Ah. Never know.

Might get to see them sooner than you think.

But all that's up to you.

(SIGHS)

(CHAIR SCRAPES)

(SLURPS)

(DOOR OPENS) Ahh!

Let me know when you're ready for me to keep you out of jail.

(DOOR CLOSES)

(LIGHTER CLICKS)

(PETER SIGHS)

Well, Abe reckons that the guns and drugs charges

are enough to hold him till the morning.

But, you know.

Do you really think it's them?

They have guns and aren't afraid to point 'em at people.

But Xavier Allen.

I mean, how does he fit in?

Like you said.

950 people hate the police in this town. They got that in common.

(LAUGHS) (LIGHTER CLICKS)

Alright. I'll call the inspector.

Tell him we got our Kelly Gang.

(DOOR OPENS)

ZAFAR: Shoplifting.

Under-age drinking.

And you're on a bond for offensive language towards a police officer.

Quite a step up to the charges you're facing now.

Police want you for robbing a cattle truck.

That'll mean a period of incarceration.

Before that, you can talk to me.

What were you doing there?

Xavier?

(SIGHS)

How are you mixed up in this?

Hm?

(DOOR OPENS)

What are you doing for him?

ZAFAR: Can't do much if he won't talk.

Can you help me out?

(SIGHS)

Big man now, are you?

You wait till you get home and Mum and Lartesha get a hold of you.

What the hell were you doing?

Those blokes, they're not your mates.

They're using you, Xavier.

I don't need you to look after me.

Anya...

..your daughter...

..she needs you.

Just tell me what's going on.

Um...

..I can't.

Why not?

Buy gunja off 'em.

(SIGHS)

Xavier?

I feel there's something else.

(DEVICE CLATTERS)

(DOOR CLOSES)

Xavier Allen says he was in the compound at your request.

Does he?

PETER: That he was gathering information about a gang

and that he's a criminal informant for you.

The fact of which, as your direct fuckin' supervisor,

I had no idea about.

Sources?

It's more of a friendly arrangement...

Oh, Christ.

I was being proactive.

Jesus, Max!

(CLEARS THROAT)

Lucas Miller has...

..broken the terms of his parole.

So you tell him his...

..mates at Rangeview correctional centre

will be happy to have him back in attendance.

And the robbery charges?

Or have we forgotten about that?

We know what he's up to.

Thanks.

Thank you.

(SIGHS) Lucky he wasn't actually mixed up with them.

Legal aid were hopeless with Josh.

Mum and I felt like we were on our own.

You're asking me to talk about it, but...

..I mean, I don't even know who you are.

Sometimes things just need a fresh pair of eyes, that's all.

(SCOFFS)

My family need more than...

..fresh eyes.

Any lawyer will tell you, you never win a murder case.

Even if you find who did it.

Can't change the fact that Josh is dead.

Person who was loved...

..can never come back.

But a lawyer can get you some peace.

That's all I want to do.

(SIGHS)

WOMAN: (ON TV) You're, like, a strip club guy, hey?

Yeah. MAN: Yeah. Yeah. Yeah. Well, no.

No, I've been doing that for a while, yeah, but, um, I've got a new job.

You know, you could say I'm moving on.

WOMAN: Yeah? What are you doing?

MAN: I'm, um...

..yeah, I'm doing, um...

..I'm working for a guy, you know,

just doing odd jobs here and there, that sort of thing.

WOMAN: Oh, right. Like a handyman?

MAN: Yeah.

(SIGHS)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER IN VIDEO) (METALLIC TAPPING)

MARY'S MOTHER: (IN VIDEO) What are you looking at?

Is that your puppy?

(SPEAKS INDISTINCTLY)

MARY'S MOTHER: Tell Mum what's your puppy's name.

Joshie. (LAUGHS)

MARY'S MOTHER: Tell Mum what that puppy's name is.

(SIGHS)

MARY: (IN VIDEO) Oi, you bighead. Fuck off.

MARY: (LAUGHS) Look here.

Ah! Don't look away.

Come on! (LAUGHS)

(SNIFFS)

(SOBS)

(SIGHS)

(VIDEO STOPS)

(SIGHS)

(SIGHS)

(HORSE SNORTS)

Hi, Jay.

How you doing? I'm fine.

It is going to take more than a couple of wannabe bushrangers

to tear this place down.

(LAUGHS) I was looking for Jack. You seen him?

Well, we don't serve beer till 10 o'clock, so... (LAUGHS)

Now, you're both coming to the ball, aren't you?

I'll be there.

Who are you bringing? (LAUGHS)

Oh! (LAUGHS)

You see the old man,

get him to give me a call, eh?

Well, get him to come to the ball.

I'll do my best.

(DOGS BARK)

(RATTLING)

My son should be doing that, but he's too busy partying.

He's a young man, Cath.

Mmm.

Don't think I don't see what's going on here.

We're just friends.

Yeah, well.

She's not looking.

I'm off.

You need a lift?

No charge.

Where are YOU goin'?

Give him a break, Mary.

He can't just act like nothing happened.

Nothing happened! You two need to stop it.

You gotta stop wiping his arse, Mum. He's got hair on his balls.

Ready?

Daddy! Yeah.

Hey, my biggest bub.

Father of the Year now, eh? Stop it, Mary.

Shall we go?

Sure.

ZAFAR: I'll give you a call once I've received the paperwork.

Should only be a few days.

Look after yourself.

You too. See you Tuesday.

What do you need? Adjournment?

Uh, no. MAN: G'day.

Oh, what's he up to?

WOMAN: Nothing much. MAN: Cute kid.

Thank you.

That bloke is not what Jess Thompson needs in her life right now.

She's already fighting a custody battle.

If he isn't careful, he's about to be a father to baby number two.

You DO have a heart.

Happy people mean fewer problems for us.

She seems happy. That's a very cute name.

I'm Texas anyway. Well, Tex. I'm Jess.

TEXAS: Pleased to meet you. (SIGHS)

JESS: Pleased to meet you too.

You play pool?

Huh?

Free tonight?

Tonight's the deb ball.

Another time.

No, no, tonight's...

..that's...works...fine.

Good.

SONG: (ON RADIO) # It's a long, straight road... #

Tell your mum she has to see that new specialist.

I don't know why she won't do it.

She won't do anything if someone tells her to.

(SIREN CHIRPS)

MAN: Oop! Look out.

SONG: # These rough old hands are a-glued to the wheel

# And my eyes filled with sand from the way they feel

# And the lights comin' over the hill are a-blindin' me

# It's a long time... #

(DOOR OPENS)

# But a man's gotta find a little bread for his mouth

# And a home for a girl as sweet as my honey can be... #

Hey, mate.

Little Jayco.

(LAUGHS)

You've shot up. How's it going?

Yeah, good. What have I done wrong?

Oh, I just want a word with your passenger, if that's alright.

I'm late.

Won't take long.

SONG: # But I can feel the load start a-shiftin'

# In a dance... #

I stopped by the house.

True? Yeah.

This, uh, deb ball thing.

You going?

I wasn't planning to. Why?

Did you do all that to ask me out on a date?

Nah. Nah.

Um...

..well, yeah, maybe.

Geraldine Southwell wants me to go.

I just, um...

..I just need some backup.

Wow.

Constable Jay Swan requesting backup.

Alright.

I'll be your backup.

(LAUGHS)

(PHONE RINGS)

(SIGHS)

(SIGHS HEAVILY)

Check your drawer.

Hm.

JAY: Dad!

Dad!

(SIGHS)

JACK: Hey. (DOOR CREAKS)

Where you been?

Here.

I live here.

(SIGHS)

Right.

(JACK SIGHS)

I wanted to apologise for the other night.

It's none of my business.

Righto.

I made detective today.

Did you?

Yeah.

I tried calling you.

Sorry. I had womans here.

Your father might be getting old,

mmm, but he can still bull-jump.

Mmm-mmm!

Right.

Geraldine wanted me to make sure

that you're coming to the ball tonight.

Did she?

Reckon you can make it?

Yeah.

I'll see you there, yeah?

(SIGHS)

(WIND GUSTS)

(VEHICLE ACCELERATES)

(ENGINES REV)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

(APPLAUSE AND CHEERING)

(APPLAUSE AND CHEERING)

(WHISTLING)

WOMAN: Yeah! MAN: Jump down.

WOMAN 2: Yeah.

(ORCHESTRA PLAYS ELEGANT MUSIC)

GERALDINE: Here he is. (LAUGHS)

Jay.

Lovely to see you. You look fantastic.

Geraldine. (LAUGHS) Now, who do we have here?

Mary.

Mary. Of course.

You look stunning, Mary. Gorgeous.

Um, where's Jack?

He'll be here.

Ah. Of course. Loves to make an entrance.

Hello! I'm Geraldine Southwell. Lovely to meet you.

Now, I've got you sitting right up the front.

She make me weak, that woman.

You know how many times I've met her?

I'm glad you got me to come.

Sissy! Hey.

Oh! Oh!

You look so pretty!

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

Howdy!

Jay.

How are you, brother? I'm good.

Good to see you.

Didn't expect to see you here.

Well, your sister put the hard word on me.

She does that. (LAUGHS)

How'd you go finding those fellas?

We're looking at someone.

Really?

Mate, that's great! That's good.

That's good. These your bodyguards?

Uh, no, no.

This is, uh, Benno and Lachie.

Guys, this is Detective Jay Swan. Benno.

They work for the foundation.

Mining? Surveying.

Good to meet youse.

Well, I can't get through this without booze.

(CLAPS) Got a speech to make.

So I'm a bit... Oh, come on. You'll be right.

(LAUGHS) Thanks, mate.

I'll catch youse.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER AND LAUGHTER)

Do you want a refill, baby?

All good.

Hey, boys. Refill?

There you go.

(CLEARS THROAT) You sure this is the pub you meant?

Why not? It's great.

I just haven't been here in a while.

I'll get the drinks. You rack 'em.

Yeah. Hi. Two of those.

WOMAN: Yep.

What are YOU doing here?

We're just playing pool, mate, alright?

Alright. OK.

OK. I get it. I get it.

Alright? Hey.

Whatever was done, he was just doing his job.

Alright?

(GRUMBLES)

Ta.

Oh, why don't you break?

(ORCHESTRA PLAYS ELEGANT MUSIC)

Come on. Up you get. Let's go. Come on. Off you go. That's it.

Beautiful.

That's it. Come on, boys. That's it.

Go do it. Go do it.

Come on, boys.

Excellent. Who wants to have a dance?

Let's go have some fun. That's excellent.

(ORCHESTRA PLAYS WALTZING MATILDA)

(ORCHESTRA PLAYS LIVELY MUSIC)

(ORCHESTRA PLAYS WALTZING MATILDA)

(MUSIC ENDS)

MAN: Well done. (APPLAUSE)

(LAUGHS)

(TRILLS LIPS)

Married in a green felt dress, eh?

Again?

Uh, I'm not that rich.

You're a lawyer.

Ha!

(SIGHS)

My dad would probably approve of you.

Should have seen your face.

(LAUGHS) (LAUGHS)

I was gonna run.

I'd hunt you down.

You sound like a bounty hunter. Probably why you picked this place.

Ta.

(SIGHS)

You asked me the other night...

..what I'm doing here.

I may have found something.

An old case.

Should you be talking to ME?

Honestly, I don't know who else I can talk to.

Put it away.

I haven't even asked anything yet.

Who got in your ear about this?

No-one. Well, you need to drop it.

Josh Allen's death tore too many lives apart.

I'm not trying to stir anything up.

Why did they let Ziggy Wells go?

They would have had enough evidence for a murder conviction.

Wasn't there DNA?

What was the reason? I'm not talking to you about this.

Abe.

OK.

(SNIFFS)

(SIGHS)

Ziggy's statement was deemed an internalised false confession.

Why was that?

When you find out, you tell me.

Hm.

Witnesses saw Ziggy argue with the deceased the night of the murder.

Ziggy had no alibi for the time and confessed to it.

The second Ziggy gets released, leaves town,

just like an innocent person would?

It's... (SIGHS)

Are we done?

Sure.

If that's your reason to be in this town...

..I'd find another.

You know?

Uh, my brother, Patrick, and I stand before you here tonight

as proud members of the Southwell family,

who first settled in Jardine five generations ago.

Jesus. (LAUGHS) I thought I'd missed the speeches.

PATRICK: (CLEARS THROAT) Uh, and, uh...

..our father, uh, Neil Southwell,

was the driving force behind the establishment

of the Jardine Indigenous Debutante Ball.

GERALDINE: He did it as a gesture

to acknowledge the injustices of the past,

so that we could walk together side by side today.

(PATRICK CLEARS THROAT)

That's right.

Uh, our family has been lucky enough

to honour many great Aboriginal men and women,

uh, with this Lifetime Achievement Award,

and this next winner certainly matches that description.

Still the youngest ever winner of the Australian Rodeo Championships,

stockman, gentleman, father,

local legend.

Let's give it up for Jack Swan!

(APPLAUSE)

I don't...I don't think he's coming.

Uh, I'm told he's still starting himself up.

Ladies and gentlemen, put your hands together

and welcome to the stage Jack's son, Jay,

who will say a few words on Jack's behalf.

(APPLAUSE)

Thanks, everyone.

(MOUTHS WORDS)

Thanks. (LAUGHS)

Jay. Just...yeah, just... Mmm. Mmm.

(CLEARS THROAT AND SIGHS)

Um...

Um...

(SIGHS)

Hope youse all have a good night, yeah?

(APPLAUSE)

GERALDINE: Now, uh, enjoy yourselves. Eat, drink and be merry.

Goodnight, Elvis.

# She gonna get some dick... # (WOMEN LAUGH)

Thank you for tonight.

She loved it.

(DOOR OPENS AND CLOSES)

Our dads are designed to let us down.

Don't be too hard on him.

Maybe you should go see him.

(DOOR CLOSES)

(STOPS ENGINE) (BEEPING)

(SIGHS)

Dad!

(DOG WHIMPERS)

(DOG BARKS)

(BREATHES SHAKILY)

(BREATHES SHAKILY)

But I think it's very important for our community

that it doesn't get out.

Put it down.

(GROANS)

(BOTH GRUNT)

Where'd you work before this?

Would you go back there?

ZAFAR: Yeah, they'd have me back.

MAN: You might want to think about that.

Who are you? You're not Jack!

MARY: You think I DID lie.

Fuck you!

We've had a confession.

JAY: Who?

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