Original subtitles

Go, go, go. You want to go me, bro? Come on.

Come on. Stop pissing around, will you, dickhead?

Thank you, bus driver. Thank you, sir.

-LUDO: Where to next? Criterion? -Nah, it'll be shut.

That's bullshit. It can't be shut this early.

-NICK: New owners. -TAKI: Let's go to yours then, Nicko.

Check it out.

(LUDO WOLF-WHISTLES)

-Watch and learn, boys. -TAKI: Oh, here we go.

Good book? | love reading.

Yeah, it's true. He can read. A bit.

(LAUGHTER)

BOYS: Hey!

Can | have my book back?

Not until you talk to me.

-(BOYS CHUCKLE) -Please.

-Ooh, has got a nice firm grip, this one. (GRUNTS)

You're tough for a little chick. Show us the muscles.

Now, can we just have one little read of your book, please?

NICK: Oh, you can handle all four of us. Come on.

-BOY: Love a strong woman. -(LAUGHTER)

TAKI: She's a Hairy.

You shouldn't be outside The Zone, you filthy rug.

-Oh, stop the bus! -MAN: Call Containment Authority!

NICK: Stop the bus! WOMAN: There's a Hairy on the bus!

TAKI: You're not going anywhere.

PASSENGER: There's a Hairy on the bus! Get her off!

(TAKI GRUNTS)

-Taki! -MAN: Call the CA! Quick!

WOMAN: Stay away from her, she's a Hairy.

LUDO: You won't get away with this, you freak!

(SINGING IN INDIGENOUS LANGUAGE)

# [ake the hair, then the body will follow

# Take the hair, take the hair...

# [ake the hair, then the body will follow

# Take the hair, take the hair...

# Take me home

# Take me home #

MATTHEWS: The shocking injuries suffered by the young man, Ludo Abbiati, last night,

only reaffirms this government's commitment

to keep these dangerous Subhumans

within the area known as The Zone.

Uh, Minister, have there been any other reported incidences

of attacks on humans living within The Zone?

None that I've heard of, no.

Humans who live in The Zone must carry valid IDs,

and are free to come and go from The Zone area as they wish.

But Hairies who try and exit The Zone will be detained in other ways.

The international community has accused us

of violating human rights In our approach to the Hairypeoples...

(ON RADIO) ...but our priority is protecting the rights of humans

who are threatened by these dangerous and unpredictable creatures.

Security at the checkpoint will be increased,

the wall will be strengthened,

and penalties for anyone who smuggles Hairies out of The Zone

are becoming both harsher and more strictly enforced.

The reward for reported sightings of Subhumans will be doubled.

We must all help to make this city a safer place in which to live.

(SIREN WAILS)

-You reckon they saw us? -Nah, we're all right.

Keep going.

We should have guns.

Since when do you know how to use a gun?

| know how to hold one.

-(SCOFFS) (FOOTSTEPS CRUNCH)

Hello.

It's all right, we're not gonna hurt you.

(IN INDIGENOUS LANGUAGE)

Oi, | told you we should have guns.

-Mister Koen? -Not ‘mister’. Just Koen.

(IN INDIGENOUS LANGUAGE)

There's a little kid.

| thought you'd have shaved down.

You didn't give us much time to prepare.

-Hey, little one. -KOEN: Blair, get the bags.

-Why do | have to get the bags? -Get the bags.

We need to hurry.

Hey, you wanna push the button?

Go on.

(BUTTON BEEPS)

(ELEVATOR DINGS)

(DOOR OPENS)

(SIGHS)

In here.

There's a spare bulb under the sink.

-Oh. -Whoa, I'm sorry!

People can be animals, eh?

So, you've got hot and cold running water, security camera,

SO you can monitor who's coming and going.

You've got high-speed internet, Wi-Fi.

You know, you can order anything you want and you don't even have to leave home.

-You said three bedrooms. -I said I'll see how | go.

So we get the one-bedroom price?

I'm giving you the one-bedroom price.

(WOMAN SPEAKING IN INDIGENOUS LANGUAGE)

We need to make this work.

Please.

-Listen, Bundy... -Boondee.

Boondee. Boondee. You told me you wanted to get out of The Zone, yeah?

Now, | know this place isn't everything, but It's almost everything.

You want to do right by your kids? Well, this is it.

Put a bit of work in and this place will feel like home, | guarantee.

And when something better becomes available, I'll let you know. | promise.

Nice doing business with you.

Thank you.

ARALUEN: Jirra.

Blair.

(DOOR OPENS)

(DOOR CREAKS AND CLOSES)

(ELECTRONIC MUSIC PLAYS)

Your share, my brother.

You didn't say there'd be kids.

-Probably older than me and you put together. -Oh, that's all right, then.

All | was told is | had five shavers wanting to bail out of The Zone.

Maybe this time we should just let them be.

They get three square meals a day, roof over their heads, nice warm cell.

It's good for them. Better.

MAN: (ON PHONE) Containment Authority. How may we help you?

Hello. Yes. I'd like to report a sighting.

-Subhuman sighting? -KOEN: Subhuman, for sure.

-A whole family of five. -What is the location?

Apartment 34, Alberto Street, Windall.

Do they pose an immediate physical threat?

Nah, no immediate threat.

And, uh, what is your ID number?

1-6-8-8-1-4-5.

| have you up. Was there anything else?

-Nah, that's It. -Thank you for your call.

Your reward is being processed now.

Prepare retrieval process.

Screw the embargo, we got a family this time.

I'll handle the Minister.

Get Belinda reporting. Tell her | want a human angle.

Irony always comes included, you know that.

RADIO DJ: The problem, as I'm sure you're all aware, is The Zone.

If you want to get rid of the Hairy buggers,

get rid of The Zone, and people like Waruu West harbouring Hairies.

-(HEAVY BREATHING) -Simple as that.

Let's just call a spade a spade.

We are talking about Indigenous Australians...

(PANTING) They're talking about you.

WOMAN: (ON RADIO) / think there is room for everyone.

Locking up Hairies is inhumane.

MAN: (ON RADIO) ...the problem with the whole country.

You political left-wing greenies are all too scared

to say what we know to be true, that Subhumans are not people.

(CELL PHONE RINGS)

-Belinda Frosche. -WOMAN: We have a CA tip-off.

-Really? How many? -A family of them.

A family”? What about the embargo?

-We're being told to cover it -Great.

-What's the address? -Apartment 34, Alberto Street.

Get a camera team ready. | want to be first on the scene.

RADIO DJ: ...recorded a spike In arrests, arrests of Subhumans...

Hey. Waruu, please.

OKAY.

(RAPPING) # They don't use 'em to pack shelves

# They use ‘em to pack cells

# Up In the system before they even crack 12

# You can paint a pretty picture usin’ all them pastels

# But it's black-and-white

# And a lot of steel cells

# What kind of life is that?

# Be gettin’ born in trash, teach ‘em...

(MAN CRIES OUT)

Yeah, give him hell, uncle.

# | betcha they could tell you where a score a quarter at

# They're growin’ up fast, they're growin’ up tough

# They givin’ back everythin’ they never got as a pup

# And If they want somethin’, you're givin" it up

# If they want somethin’ You're givin’ it up

# They're growin’ up fast, they're growin’ up tough

# They're givin’ back everything they never got as a pup

# And If they want somethin’ You're givin’ it up

# If they want something You're givin'it up...

WARUU: Welcome to The Zone.

(LOW CHATTER)

# All you had was bad apples for lunch

# What if all you had was all you could touch #

Ol, why aren't you boys at school?

Why don't you take it up with the Education Department?

How about | take it up with your mum, Jake?

You said that yesterday, Uncle Waruu.

You boys want to get out of here, you go to school. Not like me.

Get an education, get a job that'll pay you half decent money.

BOY: Yeah, whatever. Tell me tomorrow, hotshot!

EVE: You could just put your details...

Hello. Hi, Aunty.

About time. Running low on supplies.

No triple antigen or tetanus.

Everything else on the list | managed to find. Anything else?

Uh... Well, yes, there is.

That's yours, isn't it? Love the mag wheels.

Yeah. They're not mine.

Someone's showing appreciation for the doc's work.

Don't get gifts like that working in a fancy private hospital.

| can't drive home like that.

You boys, switch the doc's wheels back.

-No way, no. They're silver alloy. -Do it now!

Fuck.

-My work here is done. (CHUCKLES) Thanks.

(SIGHS)

(TYRES SQUEAL)

This Is the place.

Set up over there. Hurry, here they come.

(TYRES SQUEAL)

MAN: Move! Go! Go!

LATANI: On really hot days,

the sisters would roll around In the cool mud of the billabong.

-And eat berries? -And eat so many berries,

that they had juice running down their cheeks

and their tummies were ready to burst!

(BOTH GIGGLE)

-Come here. -(BANGING ON DOOR)

MAN: Containment Authority. We have permission to search these premises.

-(BANGING ON DOOR) -Open up, we will not ask twice.

MAN: Containment Authority!

(IN INDIGENOUS LANGUAGE)

MAN: We're coming in! Get down on the ground!

On the ground! On the ground! On the ground now!

Get down on the ground! Drop the knife and get down on the ground!

Djukara, do as the man says.

Drop the knife! Search the rest of the place.

Jirra, quick!

JIRRA: Ow! Let me go!

Let me go! (SOBS)

MAN: Move! ARALUEN: No...

JIRRA: Mum! Let me go! MAN: Move!

Separate the men from the women, adults from the children.

Make sure you get some shots of the crowd.

-No, no, no, no! -Get your hands off me!

-(SCREAMS) -Djukara!

Get up, rug! Get him up!

(IN INDIGENOUS LANGUAGE)

Get him in the van.

Separate the girl!

-(JIRRA SQUEALS) -No, no, no! Jirra!

-(SCREAMS) (GRUNTS)

(SQUEALS)

Mum!

(GRUNTING)

ARALUEN: Djukara! Help me!

-Pull them off. -Mum, are you all right?

-OFFICER: Restrain that Hairy! -Djukara...

(GRUNTING)

BOONDEE: Djukara.

Aargh!

-(ONLOOKERS SHOUT) -(SCREAMS)

-Get off him! -(GUNSHOT)

(BREATHES HEAVILY)

Jirra...

(RADIO CRACKLES)

-Jirra? -BOONDEE: No!

-No! -ARALUEN: Jirra!

BOONDEE: No!

(SPEAKS IN INDIGENOUS LANGUAGE)

ARALUEN: Wake up, bubba. (SOBS)

(SPEAKS IN INDIGENOUS LANGUAGE)

Tell me you're getting this.

(SPEAKS HALTINGLY IN INDIGENOUS LANGUAGE)

(ONLOOKERS MURMUR)

Jirra...

-Come on, up you get. -(SOBS)

(WAILS)

ARALUEN: Please!

(CELL PHONE BUZZES)

Give me a minute.

No, no. You... just shut up and listen to me.

Now, you know you are prohibited from broadcasting anything.

This operation was highly classified.

80,000 years the Hairypeople have been on this planet. They predate our oldest culture.

Spare me the sanctimonious bullshit. You're about to run a snuff movie.

You know what “embargo” means?

| understand the headache It's gonna cause you, but the story happened,

and It makes great TV, and | run a TV network.

Bit hard to run a network without a broadcasting licence.

Your party got elected on the promise of open and transparent government,

and you want to knock our licence out?

Go for it.

| want the raid story leading every bulletin.

(BARKING IN DISTANCE)

(INDISTINCT VOICES ON TV)

WARUU: (KISSES) Hello.

NERIDA: Hey, I'm trying to concentrate here.

New doctor seems to be working out. Community is starting to accept her.

-Mmm. | didn't think she'd last. -I'll tell her you said that.

And I'll tell her you've got the hots for her.

-Only one woman I'm hot for. (SCREAMS AND GRUNTS ON TV)

Waruu, better come see this.

(GRUNTS ON TV)

-(DJUKARA SCREAMS) -ARALUEN: Djukara!

BELINDA: Shots were fired and tasers deployed

by Containment Authority officers while attempting to detain

a Subhuman group of four earlier this afternoon.

Two officers were severely injured in the clash,

while a Subhuman minor has been killed.

-Not a child. -Father's name was Boondee.

They've got nowhere to live. Of course they wanna leave.

-And this Is gonna keep on happening, until... -| know that.

But | can't just kick families out on the street to move Hairies in.

I'm already copping grief from my people.

Thought we were all your people.

BELINDA: A tip-off was made

to the Containment Authority's Retrieval hotline number.

Retrieval officers were then dispatched to the apartment block behind me.

Trouble began when CA Officers tried to separate family members.

(SCREAMING AND SOBBING)

ARALUEN: Jirra! Jirra!

BELINDA: As we were first on the scene, we have exclusive footage of what happened.

And a warning to those at home, some viewers may find the following distressing.

Are you going to finish those invoices or what?

(GRUNTING AND HEAVY BREATHING ON TV)

(DJUKARA ROARS)

ARALUEN: Djukara! OFFICER: Get off him!

(TASER CRACKLES)

Get off him!

(GUNSHOT)

(BREATHES HEAVILY)

Jirra...

(ARALUEN SPEAKS IN INDIGENOUS LANGUAGE ON TV) My baby.

(SOBS)

NO, no, no, no... Jirra, no... (SOBS)

(ARALUEN WAILS ON TV)

Jirra, get up, please.

Jirra, get up, please. Jirra, get up, please!

-(SOBS) -(ARALUEN WAILS ON TV)

Hey, you catch the news?

-The kid was a Subbie. -Did anyone see you?

-It's cool. -They shot the kid.

-No one knows It was us. -Hey! They fucking shot the kid!

She Is dead because of us!

-Come on, Koen, this is all wrong. -OKAY!

You wanna give the cash back? Is that want you want?

You want to give it all back?

Close this place down? Go back to stacking fuckin' supermarket shelves?

| grew up In The Zone, and I'm making a future for myself.

If you two want to walk away, there's the door.

Well, excuse me. Yeah, whatever you say, brother.

BELINDA: (ON TV) Yet more evidence that the wall around The Zone

has not solved this crisis.

On a wet and wild night, Belinda Frosche, Network 8.

-(OFFICER SHOUTS) -(ARALUEN AND JIRRA SCREAM)

ARALUEN: Jirra! JIRRA: Mum!

(SOFT MUSIC PLAYS)

(PARTY CHATTER)

(WHISPERING) Do | still have a TV network?

| want a prime-time spot from you... On The O'Grady Show.

-You've got It. -And | want Waruu West with me.

How does Tuesday sound?

-Geoff. -Charlotte.

| hope my husband Isn't harassing you about something.

Wonderful to see you again.

Do you like the work?

| think you might like this one.

Coffee?

Yeah. It's a political statement about, uh, skin colour.

Oh.

The thing about coffee, It's always coffee.

Drink it black, it's coffee. Add a splash of milk, it's coffee.

Add a lot of milk, it still tastes like coffee.

I'm a flat-white kind of guy myself.

Yeah, he said it.

You look ravishing.

(PARTY CHATTER)

(ROCK MUSIC PLAYS)

Can | help you, bro?

Are we related?

| need to speak to Koen.

Koen.

Uncle Jimmy, what are you doing here?

These your friends?

Phew. What have you got in the bag?

Something dead in there?

Take it. Go on.

Your father would want you to have this.

-Hey, it's not a toy. -Sure, Jimmy. Whatever.

Look at me.

You're a man now, son. You need to start acting like one.

Now, you look after that.

-OKAY. -This is not a game.

Time you decided which tribe you belong to.

Not planning on joining any tribe, Jimmy.

I'll be watching.

| thought none of them talked to you any more.

He really your uncle?

(SIGHS) Dad's brother.

-What's this thing he gave you? -Don't worry about it.

(TRAIN TRUNDLES PAST)

(GENERAL CHATTER AND LAUGHTER)

Hey, Jimmy. You walkin’ a straight line there, brother.

Hey, Harry, you Hairy bastard. Got to see Waruu.

-Grog shop, that way. -JIMMY: Waruu, this way.

All right, fellas, bring it In. Bring it in. Bring it in.

Once the fight's done, the dispute Is over. Agreed?

Agreed?

-ALL: Yeah! -We agree!

(CHEERING)

Hey, woman.

Ha. Who you calling "woman"?

It'll be me and you In the ring next.

(CHEERING AND JEERING CONTINUE)

Let's fight!

(CHEERING AND JEERING CONTINUE)

MAN: That's it, that's It!

(CROWD CONTINUES SHOUTING)

-I need to talk to you, mate. -Later, Jimmy. After the fight, eh?

I've done something really bad.

What? Look, we'll talk later, Jimmy. Yeah?

Koen gonna need your help, all right? You look after Koen.

Yeah, sure.

-All right? -We'll talk later,

but we will talk, OKAY, Uncle?

OKAY, OKAY.

(CROWD CHEERS AND JEERS)

(HUBBUB DROWNS OUT SPEECH)

(SHOUTING CONTINUES)

Get up! Get up, skin!

You're not done!

MAN: Get up! WARUU: Fight's done.

Fight's over. Max!

-Look at your boy now! -WARUU: This fight's over, Maliyan.

(CROWD CONTINUES SHOUTING)

-You're done, brother. -(LAUGHS)

(CROWD JEERS)

WARUU: Easy, everyone.

(MURMURING)

We're all brothers here.

You all know that these fights are how we resolve our Issues.

Maliyan, this fight is over. I'll say It again.

It's the Containment Authority, the government,

they love it when we're divided. Hairy against human.

Why? Because it weakens our position!

Makes us easy pickings.

That's why we have to stay united!

That's why we have to stay together!

Live by our own rules, yeah?

(CHEERING AND APPLAUSE)

Has the money been transferred to the account of Mr James West?

-MAN: (ON PHONE) /t has, sir. -Thank you.

It's all sorted, Jimmy. Paid up front just as you like it.

And everything Is ready at the lab.

I'll give you the spirit, but then I'm finished.

I've had enough.

Find yourself another Cleverman.

(SIREN WAILS IN DISTANCE)

(METAL GRATES HEAVILY)

(WATER DRIPS)

(EERIE BREATHING)

(SOFT CRACKLING)

(SIGHS)

(COUGHING)

You're the one that was fightin’ 'em, eh? What's your name?

Djukara.

-Djukara. -I'm Kulya. This is Mungo.

And you're famous.

Where they taking us?

Out to the desert.

Make you dig your own grave and then they shoot you.

Nah, I'm just jokin".

My parents...

They separate everyone.

Men one place, women another, boys another, girls another.

We haven't seen our parents for months.

(CHANTS IN INDIGENOUS LANGUAGE)

(CONTINUES CHANTING)

-(ROCK MUSIC PLAYS) -(PARTY CHATTER)

Tequila Sunrise. $15.50.

GIRL: Thanks.

Not interested in her?

-About to run out of beer. I'll go. -That'll be a first.

(FIRE CRACKLES)

(THUNDER RUMBLES)

(WHIZZING)

(EXPLOSIVE BANG)

-(SIZZLING) -(SPEAKS IN INDIGENOUS LANGUAGE)

-(SPEAKING IN INDIGENOUS LANGUAGE) -(ECHOING ROAR)

-(SPEAKS IN INDIGENOUS LANGUAGE) -(EERIE ANIMAL SCREECH)

-(LAUGHS) -(HEAVY BREATHING)

(HIGH-PITCHED SCREECH)

(CRUNCHING, SCREECHING)

(THUMPING MUSIC IN DISTANCE)

(HEAVY BREATHING)

-(BREATHES HEAVILY) -Stay with me.

-Stay with me. -(GASPS)

Koen? You all right?

(GROANS)

Oi, what the hell is going on? We've got a full bar out there...

Koen fainted. He just... He just crashed out.

Hey, you all right?

-Come on, come on. (GRUNTS)

(KOEN BREATHES HEAVILY)

Got a bit of blood in your eye.

You gonna be all right?

Yeah, I'm all right, I'm all right.

(FIRE CRACKLES)

(PHONE RINGS)

NERIDA: Hello?

Yeah. Yes, it Is Nerida West.

What?

Oh, no. Yeah, | understand.

Sure, we'll... We'll be down.

It's Uncle Jimmy.

Only one thing | know does that. Eh, uncle?

Namorrodor.

It took his heart.

It's just stories.

This Is no story. It only turns up when things are out of balance.

Who would hurt Uncle Jimmy?

Ah, that's for the police to find out.

You said they couldn't find their own arses with both their hands.

At the fight... What did Uncle Jimmy say to you?

(SNIFFLES) Um... He just told me a story.

You know, the one about the sun and the moon.

The grandfather has to decide which of his two sons to pass his...

-His knowledge. -Yeah.

And he chooses the sun, and that makes the moon angry,

and that's why the moon only comes out sometimes

because he's jealous of the sun.

Did | get it wrong?

No. You got it right.

Come here, bub.

No way I'm the moon.

(MUFFLED CHATTER)

BLAIR: OKAY... ASH: Just sit still.

(CHATTER CONTINUES)

WOMAN: (WHISPERS EERILY) Ngaluungagirr.

Ngaluunggirr.

ASH: That'll do. BLAIR: Mmm-hmm.

-(ASH AND BLAIR CHATTER) -KOEN: What'd you say?

| didn't say anything.

We're doing portraits. Are you all right, bruz?

All good.

(REVERSING BEEPS)

(AIR BRAKES HISS, DOOR RATTLES)

Move! No talking!

(GRUNTS) -Get out!

Come on! Get up! Come on, move!

All right, boys, get 'em out!

(BARKING IN DISTANCE)

No jungle talk!

(HELICOPTER FLIES OVERHEAD)

OFFICER DICKSON: Hurry it up, monkeys! Bring him In.

-Left foot, right foot. Hurry up! -(DJUKARA BREATHES HEAVILY)

Bend over, rug.

Bend over!

(BREATHES HEAVILY)

So we always know where to find you.

-(SIZZLING) -(SCREAMS)

Suck it up, princess. Fuck off! Next!

Come on, monkeys! Hurry the fuck up!

Bring him in! Shut up! Down!

-A kiss from me to you. -(KULYA SCREAMS)

HARRY: I'm sick of saying it, Waruu, the Hairypeople here in The Zone

are living in Third World conditions.

(BABY CRIES)

Kids have got nowhere to go, No running water.

Spending every night in a shitty old train station is no way to live.

At least here In The Zone, they're safer than on the outside.

Up behind your fancy block of apartments maybe,

but down here, it's a refugee camp for Hairies.

CA still raid this place when they feel like it.

You want them to stop calling the smugglers?

You got to offer up somethin’ better.

-YO. -YO.

-(COUGHING) -(BABY CRIES)

Waruu.

WARUU: Gotcha.

(PAPER RUSTLES)

(DOOR OPENS AND CLOSES)

(SLOW FOOTSTEPS)

(FOOTSTEPS, TAPPING)

(PLASTIC BAG RUSTLES)

Hello? Who's there?

Girl? Girl!

(SCOFFS)

(TRAIN TRUNDLES IN DISTANCE)

Little brother. (SIGHS)

Long time.

(KOEN SIGHS)

Brought your girlfriend around | see.

WARUU: Aren't you gonna offer us a drink?

Sorry, no service. We're closed.

That's all right. Help myself.

Good bar.

You like trading in other peoples’ misery.

What do you want?

Leave.

Now. Get the fuck out of my bar. You're not welcome.

(GRUNTS AND COUGHS)

You made the fuckin' call.

You little shit.

You Judas, leech-sucking vermin of a half-brother.

Why should | care what happens to some fucking Subbies?

He's the reason you should care.

-(BONES CRACK) -(KOEN CRIES OUT)

-(BONE CRACKS) -(SCREAMS AND SOBS)

Next time... | won't be able to save you.

(KOEN SOBS)

(KOEN BREATHES HEAVILY)

(SOBS)

Fuck!

Somebody! Help! Please! (SCREAMS)

(SOBS)

Give me a look. Let me have a look. Let me have a look.

-Blair! Get something. He's bleeding. -(KOEN CONTINUES SOBBING)

A fuckin’ Hairy ripped my fuckin’ finger off!

Let me see. Koen!

All right, it might not have gone through but you're gonna need stitches, OKAY?

-It's all right. - (KOEN BREATHES HEAVILY)

Koen, your eye.

(EERIE HISSING)

-Hey! Whoa, whoa, whoa! -BLAIR: What the hell? What the hell?

Oh... Oh!

(KOEN BREATHES HEAVILY)

NERIDA: Hey did you tell Aunty Sal

she has to move out of her flat to make way for Hairies?

-WARUU: That's not what | told her. -Yeah.

That's the way she's taking It. And I'm the one that's copping it.

Look, all | said was that we needed to get together

to sort through the accommodation crisis.

She's got the other aunties worried, too.

Just explain to them what I'm trying to do.

I'm Jarrod Slade.

I'm very sorry for your loss. Your uncle was a fine man.

-Sorry for your loss. -Thank you.

Thanks for coming, you mob.

We all know Jimmy's been off the rails of late.

But he was at heart a good man.

He took me under his wing from a young age,

brought me up to know right from wrong.

Jimmy always went out of his way for people.

Hairy, human, didn't matter.

For Jimmy, The Zone was his home and all of you were his family.

A true Ngaluungqirr, our Cleverman.

He, more than anyone, understood the value of community.

He would have died before he let anything happen to you mob.

That's what his life's work was all about.

And | hope, as his next in line, to do the same.

(SOIL THUDS)

WOMAN: (WHISPERS EERILY) Ngaluungagirr.

(WOMAN SPEAKS IN INDIGENOUS LANGUAGE)