Original subtitles

Xavier Allen says he's a criminal informant for you.

MAX: Lucas Miller! Come out slowly, with your hands in the air!

I'll call the Inspector. Tell him we got our Kelly Gang.

MARY: You think I DID lie.

I'm not here to judge you.

JAY: Ziggy? Where's Jack?

You here to take his ganja?

Did someone say they were gonna hurt Jack?

He was a hard man to love.

But I miss you, Dad.

We've had a confession.

To murdering your father.

(SIGHS)

(SNIFFS)

(SIGHS)

(DOOR OPENS)

You can leave.

(DOOR CLOSES)

Ziggy?

I'm Anousha. I'm a lawyer.

Do you know why you're here?

You gave a statement to the police last night.

Do you remember what you told them?

Do you understand we have to go to court

because of what you told the police about...

Shhhhh...

What is it?

Devil can hear us.

He said he can.

The Devil?

Ziggy, did the Devil tell you to hurt someone?

Hurt Jack?

Tell Mr Swan I'm sorry.

They rushed the tests through

because it's for a relative of an officer

and, luckily, we had Ziggy's prints on file.

You wanna see it?

(LOCK RATTLES)

They got a...full thumb...

..and a partial index finger.

It's her, Jay.

We've got her.

(CATHERINE GROANS) Hey.

(DOGS BARK NEARBY)

Mum...

Does no good looking at 'em.

(CATHERINE COUGHS QUIETLY)

WOMAN: (ON TV) And our focus today is men who have had...

(TV CONTINUES INDISTINCTLY)

You right?

Yep.

I know that look.

What look?

The look when Catherine stirs you up.

You two been sparring for days now.

(CATHERINE COUGHS)

You know what she's like.

It'll be me today, you tomorrow.

LARTESHA: Xavier, let's go.

(SIGHS)

Now, remember to breathe.

You are 100% confident.

Go kick some goals, my boy.

I finish at 5:30.

I'll be out the front from 5:15 to pick you up.

Remember that dog I had,

that we got from the pound?

Brandy...

She got the tick.

We had to put her down.

Why are you thinking about her?

Loved her.

How about I come in and watch for a bit?

Sure.

(INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS)

ANOUSHA: Further, I have concerns

about Ms Well's mental health, Your Worship, should bail be refused.

Ms Wells lives independently and is under no current psychiatric care.

Your Worship, Ms Wells instructed me this morning

that the Devil is watching her and propels her actions.

I will make an order for a psychiatric assessment.

But I accept the police submission insofar as bail is concerned.

Ms Wells, stand up, please.

I am refusing your bail application.

(GASPS)

You will be remanded in custody until your trial date.

Do you understand?

Uh...

I'm going to stand this matter down.

WOMAN: The court is now adjourned. All rise.

ZIGGY: Wait... Wait...wait.

I didn't hurt him. I didn't.

Please...

Please, let me speak!

(SIGHS)

(VEHICLE APPROACHES)

You stalking me, Detective?

No.

Neighbourhood Watch.

(SCOFFS)

(SIGHS)

You OK?

Family.

Wanna come for a cruise?

Yeah, wait here.

(CROWS CAW)

(ENGINE ROARS)

Faster. I'm scared.

Fang it!

(ENGINE ROARS)

(LAUGHS)

Whoa, whoa, whoa! Slow down!

(PANTS)

(LAUGHS)

(CHUCKLES NERVOUSLY)

(BOTH LAUGH)

(CLEARS THROAT)

Should we...do another...lap?

Yeah.

(ENGINE STARTS)

(URINE TRICKLES)

(CLEARS THROAT)

Here.

Alright.

Lefty or righty? Righty.

Bring your hand in, underneath the strap.

Take the grip.

Bring the stock in, just up against your shoulder there.

Firm, but comfortable.

Now, line your target up.

And when you're ready...

..squeeze gently.

(EXHALES SLOWLY)

(FIRES RIFLE)

(LAUGHS) That's my gun!

Alright.

Damn it.

(GUNSHOT)

Ah-ha-ha!

Ah, my little brother.

Yeah, family, eh?

Do you reckon it's cold?

Yeah, I reckon it's cold.

(WINCES) Ooh!

(LOUD SPLASH)

You comin' in or what?

Don't like water.

(MOCKS) "I don't like water."

What, you scared?

Come on, cowboy.

(BELT BUCKLE JANGLES)

Keep the hat, eh?

It is cold.

Oh, you funny?

(CHUCKLES)

(MARY SQUEALS AND LAUGHS)

(LAUGHS)

(BOTH LAUGH)

(SIGHS)

You gonna open this one?

Yeah? (GASPS) Big rip. Big rip!

Yeah...

Oh! Hello!

"Hello, Anya!

"Hello, darling!"

(LAUGHS) Do you like it?

Yeah? Oh, she likes it.

Gonna play with Dad?

(ANYA GRIZZLES)

(CRIES) Come on, come on.

Come on. Shh-shh-shh-shh.

(CHUCKLES)

I told you not to buy anything for her.

I didn't buy it. It was mine.

It's an heirloom, alright?

(LOUD RUMBLING)

(SIGHS)

So, you ARE opening the mine again?

I heard you ran into a couple of problems.

Well, I can't imagine what you heard,

but the mine's gonna be excellent for this town.

Why am I here?

I was wondering if maybe you'd like to open your own business.

That's something that I could help you with.

How much help?

Lartesha... A million dollars, cash?

You'd give it, too.

To keep our little family secret.

What would your shareholders think?

We don't talk about money like that.

What? You broke?

Old man not give you what you thought you were getting?

Lartesha, I care about you. Alright?

I care about Anya.

And Dad was very fond of your mother.

When you look at me...

..do you see him?

The king of the Southwell empire

crawling into a gin's bed at night?

Don't be disgusting. Do you see that?

Or is it Anya that he looks like?

What kind of future can you offer her? I mean, really?

You are very close to becoming your mother at the moment,

and we both know how she wound up.

Fuck...you.

Look, I didn't mean to offend you.

Lartesha, can we just...?

You right, sis?

(INDISTINCT SHOUTING)

Hey, Tones?

Reckon you're free?

No. No, I reckon you were sold into slavery

the minute you were born, mate...

Grass won't cut itself, mate. Keep going.

Tony, I'm talking about Y2K.

Oi. Keep up the good work, Tony!

(HORN HONKS)

Hey, hey. Hey. Hey?

Don't cut the wildflowers. Why not?

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

(RADIO CHIRPS)

Hey?

(GROANS)

(BRUSHCUTTER ROARS)

(TONY GRUNTS AND CRIES OUT)

(TYRES SCREECH)

(LOCK BUZZES NEARBY)

MAN: (ON P.A.) Attention, Block B. 30 minutes to lockdown.

I repeat, 30 minutes to lockdown.

So, what's your assessment?

Well, Ziggy's clearly suggestible

but, uh, she still exhibits a highly attuned sense

of what's right and wrong.

The wrong she externalises

through this Devil or...a Mr Devil figure,

which...which I believe is the violent part of her self

that she can't acknowledge.

She's delusional? Or Ms Wells a fantasist.

She's not delusional. My advice is that she's fit for trial.

Are you serious?

Well, maybe I missed where you got a Masters in Psychology.

You don't need a degree to know when someone is innocent.

(SCOFFS) Yeah.

('TJANA-ANN-WILUARA' BY CHRYSOPHRASE BAND PLAYS ON RADIO)

(BELL RINGS REPEATEDLY)

(BELL CONTINUES RINGING NEARBY)

I heard about Ziggy.

And your father, drug-dealing.

Is it true?

I just might get you some more, eh?

Found this today.

Oh, fuck. (LAUGHS)

Starting to realise how much. I didn't know about him.

Yeah, you and me both.

I remember when I was five

and you took us to Aunty Fay's place after he left us.

And there was that little... Jay.

Dad didn't leave us.

I left him.

It wasn't a good time for us.

I remember him walking out and leaving you crying on the floor.

I've forgiven him, Jay.

RAY: Is your brother still coming?

I got no control over that bloke.

I tried to pick him up but he wouldn't come.

Is he still living with them mob?

No, he's at the homestead, with me.

Maybe you and I should move in as well, eh, Ray?

(CHUCKLES) Yeah, sure!

Look out. Thank you.

(GATE SQUEAKS)

Gonna visit your mum again in the next few years?

Well, Ray's cooking should keep me comin' back.

'Night.

Jay?

I'm proud of ya.

(FOOTSTEPS APPROACH)

Hey, Jay boy. Wait up, wait up.

Here y'are.

Take this gogo for your brother, eh?

And, uh, his mail.

Just tell him to pay his bills. I don't wanna know about 'em.

Thanks for dinner.

Yeah, right. 'Night.

'Night, Mum.

(DOOR CREAKS OPEN AND CLOSED)

What the hell is wrong with you?

No more wearing dead man's clothes.

Put it in.

I'll burn it when you stop drinking.

So, what's this Sun City Enterprises?

The company you're a director of?

Me?

Director? Right.

I sleep on a dead man's couch.

That's not what this says.

It was sent to Mum's.

Yeah. Right.

You didn't have a scheme going with Dad?

Laundering money for ganja?

SOS sent him the same late notice.

Nothing.

That company you were both directors on.

That's a bill for $40,000.

That's big money.

Better go hide my guitar, then.

Don't bullshit me. I'm not.

I don't know what that is.

I'll ask around. See what my friends know.

Why would your friends know?

(SIGHS)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER AND LAUGHTER)

COUNTRY: Hey, now! Policeman comin'!

Hide the kids! And the women.

Hey, you mob.

Country. Yeah?

You hit the jackpot or what?

Yeah, big jackpot.

What was the lucky number?

Lucky number seven. Lucky number seven?

I could have sworn it was 31.

No, that was the night before.

Ah, true.

Where's the money really from?

You a policeman or a blackfella?

What, I can't be both?

You a bullyman. That's you.

I'll give you another 50 if you tell me where that money's from.

Oh...

Whitefella man come down here

and gave us some money to sign some papers.

What papers? Company papers.

What'd he look like?

Dunno.

His eyes? His hair colour? What kind?

We, uh...we don't know. Uh...

What car was he driving?

Toyota.

You see Jack sign them papers?

Hmm, no.

(SPEAKS INDIGENOUS LANGUAGE) Thank you.

(SPEAKS INDIGENOUS LANGUAGE)

(CHUCKLES) (CHATTER RESUMES)

(BELL RINGS REPEATEDLY)

MAN: (ON RADIO) ..rights includes both being able to hunt...

JAY: Back at work?

MAN: (ON RADIO) But, of course, every time a mining...

We all grieve in different ways, eh?

(RADIO CONTINUES INDISTINCTLY)

Lawyers to pay.

I've got a couple of questions, if that's alright.

Course you do.

MAN: (ON RADIO) ..the importance of the mines,

the mines to our national economy.

You got one son dead, another on the run.

When we get him, and we will,

we both know which way his trial's going to go.

But I can speak to the prosecutor, and he'll listen.

If you cooperate.

MAN: (ON RADIO) That wasn't enough. They're now going after...

You're an uppity boong, aren't ya?

Sure.

MAN: (ON RADIO) ..the Native Title Council.

Fuck's sake.

Outstanding invoices - where would I find them?

What do these codes mean?

I just sweep the floors.

That tone's not very cooperative.

Sun City.

They hired a grader, roller, whole deal.

Never paid.

What'd they need a road grader for?

Probably ABCorp.

Which is...?

What am I looking at here?

Aboriginal Infrastructure Corporation.

Multi-million-dollar fund.

Government gave out blackfella contracts

to clear the land and grade the roads.

Sun City got one of them.

Typical bloody Abos.

Get an opportunity and fuck it up like this.

Where's the contact number for Sun City?

In this?

You can step outside.

(PHONE KEYPAD BEEPS)

(BEEPING)

RECORDED MESSAGE: The number you have dialled has been disconnected.

CINDY: It might be Lucas Miller again.

PETER: Nuh.

This time it was a flatbed transporter truck.

Hijacked and, um, pulled over by a police car.

Obviously that'd be Max's.

I'm gonna...start on the reports.

Do you smell something?

PETER: (SNIFFS) Nuh.

PETER: Now, the Sons of the Soil was your idea.

Now you think it's something else?

MAX: Yeah.

You know how the gang get really cocky,

and they really know how to work together?

Like...it's like they're going up a level.

Sarge? Yeah, yeah, I'm listening.

It's the football team.

Mm... Think about it.

Teamwork, planning, strategy...

It's not the football team.

If you wanna do something useful,

you could go and find me Lucas Miller.

Mm, look who's back.

I thought he was supposed to be on leave.

ABCorp. There's a bit here.

What are you doing?

Looking at court dates...

What are you doing? Looking at court dates.

For Jay. Really?

Mm.

MAX: If someone could call me back, that'd be great.

You. Want a word.

(PHONE RINGS)

What are you doing here?

Jack was director of a civil engineering company.

Sure, pull the other one.

Sun City Enterprises.

40 grand? What were they meant to build?

20-kilometre stretch of road. Never got made. It's a fake company.

No address and a disconnected phone.

Jack was caught up in something.

Stop swingin' your dick around

like you're in some sort of investigation,

because you're not.

Go home.

It's a scam, Peter.

Somebody took off with a lot of money, and Jack was involved.

Listen, I don't know where this came from or what it is, right?

But I want to give you some advice, as an old friend.

Don't come in here, getting Cindy to do computer searches for ya.

Go home.

Grieve for your dad.

I don't want to see you here anymore.

Right?

Fuck.

What'd you get?

Proper scary ones.

What, no Drumstick?

I'll take it back then. Nah, nah, nah, that's good.

(SIGHS)

What's up?

Step out of the vehicle, please.

By law, he only has to provide his name and address.

I have reasonable suspicion

that you're in possession of a dangerous drug.

What?

Step out of the car, please.

It's alright, I'll handle it.

Keep moving. What are you doing? I'm with my kid.

You need to help me. I did.

(ANYA CRIES) It's alright. Shh-shh-shh. It's OK.

(WHISPERS) I need you to help me.

I already did. By talking to your lawyer?

I need you to find out where Lucas Miller is.

(SCOFFS) How am I gonna do that?

Oh, sorry, sir, I'm gonna have to search you now.

WOMAN: What's going on? Turn around.

Turn around!

(GROANS)

LARTESHA: Fuckin' stand up for yourself, Xavier!

Be quiet, Lartesha. I'm handling it.

Better listen to your man.

What did you say to me?

Hey!

Stay away from my kid!

Thank you for your cooperation.

(MAN MUTTERS)

Where you been?

Sorry I'm late. Get that feed?

You right?

Yeah.

You were meant to be back hours ago.

Where's my medication?

Taking it an hour late once won't kill you, Mum.

Don't start.

You been with Jay Swan.

I was working.

Oh, is that what we're calling it now?

Oh, shut up, Mum.

Xavier...

Nah, Mary's here, looking after you, and you just keep runnin' her down.

You're under my roof!

My house, my rules!

And if you don't like it, you can get out!

Alright.

Let's just eat, eh?

(CLICKS LIGHTER)

XAVIER: (WHISPERS) I wish I didn't live here sometimes.

MAN: RADIO) And in last place, we have Debbie's Goldfish, five.

And in equal second, My Drinking Team Has a Trivia Problem

and Get Fact on eight,

with Me, Myself and Him on nine.

Alright, everyone's favourite, the movie round.

Last one. Last one.

Which '80s classic starred Hollywood heart-throb Patrick Swayze

as a small-town bouncer?

Roadhouse.

WOMAN: Shh! Bloody hell.

MAN: If you're gonna do that... WOMAN: No way!

Really, mate? Every week? Yep, thank you.

Sorry.

Um, uh, sorry everybody. Uh...

Where was I? Mm.

I've got a name of the fella you're looking for.

What action movie about a hijacked bus...

Father Christmas.

..spent eight weeks at number one in Australia in 1994?

Don't look at me like that. Father Christmas. White beard.

Whitefella, hands out cash from his sack.

Father Christmas? Yes.

Mm, yeah. I've heard of him. Father Christmas.

Yeah.

TRIVIA HOST: Alright, we might, uh, take a short break, everyone,

and I'll draw the meat raffle.

What do you say? OK.

Tickets ready? PATRONS: Yes!

Alright, and remember to give me your address

so I can come over for the barbecue.

54.

Whoo! Ha!

54!

I'm so, so sorry, my brothers and sisters.

I am so sorry but a brother boy, he needs to eat!

Ooh, this is good.

Gimme a hug.

Good man, good man. (LAUGHS)

Yes, this is good!

Oh! Whoo, baby! Yes!

That's Italian sausages!

SPUTTA: Look what I brought.

Hey... Ohh...

Meat tray.

WOMAN: Thank you for that.

Black Jesus. WOMAN: Oh, thank you.

There you go, you mob.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

Hey?!

You owe me money!

(INDISTINCT RESPONSE)

Yeah? I'll see you there!

(SIGHS) Hi.

Did you bring wine?

Ziggy. She needs care, not remand.

Come on. I'm tired. This is not appropriate.

Do you really believe she's capable of doing this?

You've talked to her. What I think doesn't matter.

I just do my job.

Goodnight.

SONG: # Ain't gonna rule (DISH CLATTERS)

# My mind (SIGHS)

# No more

(DISHES CLATTER, WATER SPLASHES)

Leave them dishes.

# The camp town man

# He doesn't plough no more... #

You hate me.

No, Mum.

I know you're sick.

I'm not sick, I'm dying.

Don't.

You know what the doctor said about positive thinking, Mum.

I'm dying.

Mum...

Life's a bitch and then you die.

I've been a bitch to you, bub.

True. (CATHERINE LAUGHS)

Thinking about Josh and...

I know.

I just felt like I was starting to live with it.

(CRIES)

But you never do.

# Singin', hard times

# Ain't gonna rule my mind, honey

# Hard times

# Ain't gonna rule my mind, sugar

# Hard times

# Ain't gonna rule

# My mind

# No more. #

Peace offering?

I'll get some glasses.

Sorry, it's warm.

Yeah.

Ahh...

You asked me if I was lying to the police in my statement.

I'm sorry I did that. (SCOFFS)

I was.

The night he died...

..Josh called me from a pay phone, asking to get picked up.

But I was too busy with a fella.

(SNIFFS)

A fella I wasn't meant to be with.

So, I told him to walk home.

And when I crept in, in the morning...

..Mum was in hysterics.

"He's dead, Mary.

"He's dead."

That doesn't make you responsible.

(SOBS)

(SIGHS)

Been trying to convince myself of that for the last eight years.

(POURS DRINK)

Drank to forget some of 'em.

(SIGHS)

Mum never forgets, though.

She still blames me.

Feeling guilty doesn't make you guilty.

You really believe that?

You're not the only person in the world with regrets.

Josh's body's found what time?

Seven. Goes to a party on the south side at 8pm.

What street?

Gertrude.

At 11:30pm, he leaves the party

and walks to the service station to use the pay phone.

Outgoing call recorded at 11:47pm.

He asks me for a lift.

Which street was the pay phone?

Southside Petrol, on the highway.

Next, a witness hears a car and another sees a red car,

both at approximately 2:00 to 2:30am.

(BELL RINGS REPEATEDLY)

Josh's body's found in the vacant lot.

MARY: (SIGHS) By Phoenix Lovell.

Phoenix Lovell?

Everybody knows she found Josh.

His body was behind her house.

Do you think she'll talk to us?

Nah.

She gone. A long time ago.

If you're walking from the south side to home,

what's the quickest way?

(SIGHS)

Straight up through town, from the highway.

Wait.

How did he end up all the way on the west side?

PETER: I used to coach.

Yeah, AND I coached.

Yeah, OK. Well, I stopped coaching for three years...

(PETER CONTINUES INDISTINCTLY)

Yeah, otherwise I'd still be doing it but he's fuckin'...

(PETER CONTINUES INDISTINCTLY)

Eh? Yeah, yeah.

CINDY: Come on.

PETER: He'd be dedicated.

(SNIFFS)

PETER: He's come from Tasmania. (GROANS)

Yeah, he come from Devonport.

That's right, he came from the Devonport Squirrels.

I think they were called the Squirrels.

(WIND HOWLS)

(HORN HONKS OUTSIDE)

Got something for you.

It's from ASIC.

PETER: (ON RADIO) Cindy?

(COUGHS)

Some dickhead's causin' trouble down at Eve's Apple.

Can you get down there?

I'm on my way.

What you doin' with this vehicle?

Nothin'.

This isn't your vehicle, is it?

Come on, out you get.

BOY: Fuck off!

What'd you say to me?

WOMAN: He won't pay.

JAY: Did you get a name?

We don't ask for names.

You think he'll make a run for it if we walk in?

(LAUGHS) I shouldn't think so.

He's wearing a mask and he won't take it off.

How dare you speak to me like that?!

Out you get, you little shit!

(GUN CLICKS)

Piss off!

(CAR STARTS)

OK. Alright.

What do you want? You want my car?

You want my gun?

(DOOR CREAKS)

(GRUNTS)

(FIRES GUN)

(SIGHS)

Hello, Suzy.

I didn't know you worked here.

Such is life, eh, brother?

(PANTS)

Go!

ANOUSHA: Have you moved anything? GRACE: What is it?

Josh Allen's file. It's gone.

JAY: Police will be here soon and when they get here, I can't help you.

MARY: You know since you came here, you've brought nothing but trouble.

I reckon it's time you leave.

PETER: Blackfellas don't make good police.

JAY: Yeah, you're right, Peter.

Keep the fuckin' thing.

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