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Yeah.

Yeah.

Hey!

G'day, Luke.

G'day, Charlie.

You white bastard!

You black bastard!

Have a good day.

Oh...

Ah.

43, 40 cents.

Sit down, Charlie.

What do you want, Charlie?

I want a house.

- You've got a house. - Nah.

Too many people. My family.

No room, see?

I want a house. For me.

The government's already given you one good house.

You want to walk away from that, that's your problem.

But, Errol... you've got a wife, eh?

Nuh.

You've got a house.

While I'm here, I've got a house. Goes with the job.

You've got a job and you've got a house.

On my land.

Where's my house?

Where's my job?

Anything else you want, Charlie?

Nah.

Hey-ey-ey!

We're searching every car for grog, Charlie.

No alcohol coming in here anymore.

What's in that?

Petrol. Keep the car going.

You got cigarette?

Get out of the car.

Who owns this?

Me. That's mine.

And that other one is mine.

You got purchase permits for 'em?

You got a licence?

Licence?

We're not gonna drive 'em - we're just gonna shoot 'em.

Smart-arse.

Psst!

Psst! Psst!

Charlie. It's Gaz.

Charlie. It's Gaz.

Are you awake? It's Gaz.

What do you want?

We need to camp somewhere, outof the way.

I know you.

You got anywhere?

You got any ganja?

Yeah, yeah. Later. We need to camp first.

Yeah.

Now, Charlie, this is primo shit.

The best of the best.

Gonna make you really happy.

OK?

Ahh.

Stop here! Stop, stop!

What now?

- See that tree there? Yeah.

That's where you gotta go.

And this road'll take you right up there.

Watch out for crocodiles, too.

Are you serious?

Oh, great.

And...

Yeah, I got it.

How much for them?

50. Like always.

- 50. - Yeah.

Mm.

Mm.

Mm. Mm.

Mm.

Shit!

Oh, shit.

Charlie!

Hey, Charlie.

Charlie. How are ya?

Um... there's some white guys in town.

We think they might be trouble.

Selling the old ganja.

Thought you might be able to track 'em for us?

Come on. I'll owe you one.

Nup, I don't really like this posting too much.

I mean, the people are nice, like good old Charlie here,

but it's just... it's isolated, it's remote.

I'm one for the big city, you know, PC?

- Yep. - I like the high life.

Stop, stop, stop! Stop, stop!

Get out.

They drive there. Then stop.

And here, come back here...

...and then they went this way.

Yesterday. Ten o'clock.

Damn, you blackfellas are smart when you want to be.

Jesus. Yeah.

Hey, hey. Come on.

Shh, shh. Down, down, down, down, down.

Come. Come.

Shh, shh, shh, shh.

There they are. See?

There's two car, where the tent.

- They're camping. OK? - OK.

You'll be alright now. I'm going back to town.

What? It's 15km away.

Shortcut. Through the bush.

See you later.

Right,

we'll put you down as a recreational shooter, then.

What? Recreational?

Hunting is not recreational. It's for food.

You still need a licence.

How much it gonna cost me?

$60.

$60?! To buy my gun back?

Charlie, you're not getting your gun back.

It's been confiscated.

You're stealing it.

OK.

You don't have a purchase permit for it. Alright?

You illegally modified it to be a concealable weapon.

You're lucky Brum didn't charge you.

But I didn't know that.

I know. It's just not an excuse.

And again.

OK.

Good thing you gave up smoking when you did, Charlie.

Your lungs are packing it in.

Next time you're in Darwin, we should get your chest X-rayed.

But you gotta look after yourself.

No more ganja. OK?

And you need to eat better.

Eat what? Whitefella junk food?

Yeah, it's a problem.

Fuckin' oath, it's a problem.

See this? It doesn't fit.

I can't eat with them and I can't eat without them.

I'm starving.

Well, look, I'm not the dentist.

You got to wait for the dentist to come.

I'll be dead by then.

One, two, three.

There you go.

- G'day, Charlie. - G'day, Luke.

What have you got there?

I made a spear. Hunting spear.

Wow. It's incredible, but I'm gonna have to take it.

What?

Well, you can't just go walking through town

with a dangerous weapon.

It's not a dangerous weapon.

It's a hunting spear. Not a battle spear.

You know what happened in that other community-

one bloke dead and the other one in hospital.

- But you took my gun. - Come on.

It's a dangerous weapon. I'm gonna have to destroy it.

Well, fuck you, then.

Hey!

Fucking bastard.

Well done.

Mmm. Mmm.

Yeah!

...much pleasure

in declaring the Sydney Opera House open...

Fuck, you're hard to find.

Charlie, Charlie. I thought I told you to look after yourself.

We need to get him to hospital.

Today?

See if the Medivac's available. Charter a plane if you have to.

It's off to Darwin with you now, my friend.

Um... you're looking much better, huh.

Do you mind if I call you 'Charlie'?

I have difficulty pronouncing foreign names.

Sorry?

You doctor?

Yes. Yes.

Now I, uh... I believe you were found in the bush, Charlie.

I born in the bush. They didn't find me in the bush.

I see you still have your sense of humour, eh.

Fuck this.

What's going on here, Charlie?

I'm leaving.

Are you? OK. Um, is there something I can help you with?

- No, you can't keep me here. - Yeah, but you're not well.

OK? You haven't been discharged. Come back with me. Come on.

Hey.

Wow.

Got some ID, mate?

Yeah, yeah.

That's me.

Yeah, all good.

How many times do you have to be fucking told?

We've got better things to do than clean up after you lot!

You know you're not supposed to camp here!

Piss off!

Go back to your communities or your outstations!

Yep.

You can't be drinking all this by yourself.

You buying this for her?

Here.

Mate, you want to be careful.

The coppers are trying to stop this sort of thing.

They came here and asked me to report

any suspicious grog purchases.

I've done nothing wrong.

Yeah, well, you try telling the coppers that.

They're talking about changing the law again.

Automatic 18-month jail sentence

for anybody supplying a banned person with grog.

Oh, sorry.

Bullshit.

You treacherous fuck!

Huh?! Come on, I trusted ya!

You fucking turned on me!

You fucking useless black bastard!

- Fuck you! - Fuck you!

- Fuck you! - Fuck you!

- Fuck you! - Fuck you! Fuck you!

How come you fellas always lock us up?!

I got him.

Shoulda hunted you down that day, Charlie. You know that?

But I did nothing, and that is a big mistake by me.

I've learned my lesson, you know.

You don't go soft on a blackfella.

They take advantage of you.

Shut up!

Come on. Get in.

Sorry for hitting you, Charlie.

You know, you can't just sit on the grass all day

and call it the old ways.

The times have changed.

No, they haven't.

You're still trying to change our culture

to your bastard culture.

Fuck you!

...in... in this particular situation.

Moreover, the defendant in no way denies the attack

and has shown nothing in the way of remorse.

I... I find against him on all charges.

Does the defendant have anything to say before sentencing?

This mean... my country is my home.

That mean...

...I was living in my home,

nice and peacefully,

then the police... came to throw me out.

That mean... nothing more to say.

Attention, attention.

The last one now.

Oh, shit.

Mm...

Alright. So when you're considered

for parole, Charlie...

When?

When? I don't know. Not for a few months yet.

But when you are, where do you think you might go?

I don't know.

Somewhere.

What about going back to your community?

You can live your own way.

Nah.

Whitefellas locked me up for being Aboriginal.

I might as well live in whitefellas' way now.

Fuck.

Oh.

You're gonna report to me weekly,

you're gonna show up on time,

and another condition

is that you'll be banned from buying alcohol.

I'm giving up drinking anyway.

That's good.

And you won't be allowed to associate with known drinkers.

Everyone in this country are known drinkers.

Yeah, this means known to the police.

Police are known drinkers.

Tell them not to associate with me.

OK, alright.

I'm gonna arrange for you to stay at a dry house

for the first month.

It's not the easiest of places, Charlie,

but given what you want, that's the best I can do.

Yeah.

Yeah.