Original subtitles

What do we want? ALL: Reconciliation!

When do we want it? ALL: Now!

What do we want? ALL: Reconciliation!

When do we want it? ALL: Now!

What do we want? ALL: Reconciliation!

When do we want it? ALL: Now!

What do we want? ALL: Reconciliation!

When do we want it? ALL: Now!

What... Hey, hey... wait, wait!

Wait! Um... what do we want? ALL: Reconciliation!

What happened to land rights? (Crowd mumbles)

Whose idea was it for reconciliation anyway?

(Crowd murmurs)

Eh, who's in charge here?

(Crowd murmurs)

I think we need to go home and think about it, eh?

When? Now!

What do we want? ALL: Go home and think about it!

When do we want it? ALL: Now!

Theme music

We've identified the final target - Daniel Gordon -

colonised, assimilated,

caught in the cycle of Western oppression.

Jems? Marcy.

As well as being a government lackey,

working for the public sector,

Daniel Gordon has degraded himself

by submitting to recreational cross-breeding dash relations

with a Caucasian woman.

Gary?

Um, I thought we weren't supposed to use our real names.

Oh, God, Gary. Seriously.

I thought we were getting codenames. Gary!

Alright, let's rock and roll.

ALL: ALF!

He's running late - he should've been here at 08:00.

What is it now? 08:00 and 50 or is that...?

..is that 10 to 100? Or is that 08:00 and a half...

Target identified, target identified!

Gary, why aren't you getting him? He looks big!

You had one job, Gary, one job!

Get out there!

Come on, Jems! Me? Yes! Let's go get him.

Freedom awaits you!

Freedom! Go! Go!

Please don't kill me!

I've got kids. Please don't hurt us!

Take my wallet - it's all the money I've got.

You can have a car. It's a Lexus. Brand new and...

Hush, sweet natives. Shh, shh... It's for your own good.

We are the Aboriginal Liberation Front.

We are your kin in white skin,

born from the same mother earth land serpent, Gaia.

We were sent here to save you!

Welcome... to your Garden of Eden.

(Bird calls from bushes)

Yes, yes, that's it. Let the tears of Gaia cleanse you.

Let it free you from the colonial shackles of oppression.

Deassimilate! Decolonise!

(Shouts) You are FREE!

Rape... rape... help! They're gonna rape us!

(Screams) Is this a hate crime?

No, this is a love crime.

Oh, God, they are gonna rape us!

These are the essentials you will need.

Lap-laps...

(Panting fearfully) Ochre...

..and a spear.

Everything else you need is all around you.

It's in your blood. It's in here.

Welcome home.

ALL: ALF!

Wait! I've got a booking at Rockpool tonight!

Who's going to feed my cats?

How will I charge my phone?

Ehya... Turn on!

(Gasps)

(Dramatic super hero music)

Deadly, Dave.

I joined OK Cupid to meet that special someone.

I chose the screen name 'cute&sassy4u'.

I just thought that summed me up pretty well.

So, they had this section called My Details, you know,

like your age, sex, height, body type, star sign -

I'm Virgo, just FYI -

that kind of stuff.

And then they had an ethnicity box.

So, I go to tick Aboriginal but there is no Aboriginal box.

There's Native American, Asian, Indian, Pacific Islander and White

and whatevs, but no Aboriginal box.

I had to tick 'Other'.

Other... like, what's an 'other'?

Like, I'm meant to be meeting the love of my life

and I'm on there as 'other'!

Like, what does that even mean?

It was just really, it was really confronting and racist, you know?

So, I decided to start a campaign on change.org to raise awareness.

It kind of grew into this big grass roots campaign.

There were protests all over the world.

Over a million people signed the petition on change.org.

It grew legs and we were running.

It was time, you know? Time for change.

It was, like, Kevin 07 and Gough Whitlam on steroids.

It was bigger than KONY.

It was everyday people saying, 'We can make a difference.'

And it really meant something, you know?

It was something bigger than all of us.

We are Koori! (Crowd shouts unclearly)

We are Koori! (Crowd shouts)

INTERVIEWER: What ended up happening?

Well, OK Cupid listened.

They added the 'Aboriginal and/or Torres Strait Islander' box.

They added it. I can still remember that morning.

I logged onto my profile.

I clicked on my details and I clicked the box I belonged in.

After everything my people had gone through,

the Stolen Generation, land claims, native title, equal rights

and here I was, ticking the box I belonged in -

the 'Aboriginal and/or Torres Strait Islander' box

on OK Cupid.

It really meant something.

Did I meet someone special?

Yeah. No, I didn't. Still single.

What happened?

Well... as soon as I ticked that Aboriginal box,

people stopped messaging me.

So, I had to untick it.

But that's my right, so...

Innkeeper.

OK, you don't need to...

Innkeeper, we have need of a room for the night.

We've travelled many miles and my wife is heavy with child.

Yes, mate, absolutely no worr...

Well, the thing is, we are actually full - no vacancy.

I didn't see a No Vacancy sign around the front.

Funny that, I meant to put one up. It's been that sort of a day.

Just didn't get around to it but we are full.

So, you're full? Yep.

You've got no available rooms? Nope.

You think I don't know what's going on here?

You know, I heard things about Bethlehem, man.

Don't know what you mean. I'll give you a clue.

It starts with R. Ritual floggings?

Racism, dickhead!

Oh, come on, mate - you're barking up the wrong date palm.

We're all Israelites here.

Yeah, but there's Israelites and Israelites - know what I mean?

Mate, Herod's in town, Pontius Pilate's just rocked up

with his entourage and his hangers-on.

It's the Festival Of The Unleavened Bread.

Very busy time here in Bethlehem.

Come on, Joseph, let's go. Let's not make a scene.

Not make a scene? Yes.

It's zero BC, for God's sake.

Our elders didn't fight the Canaanites, the Philistines

and the Romans for all this bullshit to continue.

Alright, I've got a stable out back. That's the best I can do.

A stable! We're not animals.

Let's just take it, please.

Alright, we'll take it, but you know what tomorrow is?

What? AD. You know what that stands for?

After Discrimination. After... Discrimination.

OK, OK, you've made your point. OK, thank you.

(Animal noises) See, what'd I tell you, Mary.

We shoulda went straight to Jerusalem. Bethlehem is racist.

Everyone, this is Kevin.

Hi, Kevin. Hi, Kevin.

Hey, how are youse?

Wait. Wait. Isn't Kevin his slave name?

Yeah, good point.

What is your skin name, native brother?

Skin name?

Soaring Jabiru - because he fly high

and we are the wind beneath his wings.

Yeah, look, Kevin's fine. I thought...

Kevin is a teacher - he's going to be a great asset

in providing insight into Aboriginal knowledge

so that we can infiltrate their nests and deprogram them from the system.

Look, I think there's a bit of a misunderstanding.

We have a video! Gary, show him the video.

ALL: ALF.

ALF. Three words. Aboriginal. Liberation. Front.

We believe in the freedom and equality of all people - how?

Five-step process -

Profile. Target. Capture.

Relocate. Release.

It's that easy. ALL: ALF.

So, what do you think?

Yeah, look, I thought we were here

because you had an educational program for Indigenous children.

This is an educational program, Soaring Jabiru!

Don't call me that. I mean, it's weird, it's racist.

Call me Kevin or Kevo or Kev.

Don't be ridiculous, Soaring Jabiru.

We are your brothers and sisters! Children of mother earth, Gaia!

ALL: This is our dreamtime. This is our dreamtime.

This is our Dreamtime. This is our Dreamtime.

Oh, man, you guys are crazy. I got no time for this.

Wait! I don't think think you understand, Soaring Jabiru.

You are either with us or against us. So, what's it going to be, cowboy?

WOMAN: Marcy, are your friends staying for dinner?

Mum! Knock!

Darling, are they staying for dinner?

Mum, get out! Close the door! Get out now! Mum, go!

This is ridiculous.

(Shouts) What's for dinner, Mrs Miller?

What? What's for dinner?

Lamb and tzatziki. What?

OK, now this is ridiculous. I said lamb and tzat-

(Mouths words)

What's going on here? What on earth have you got...?

You'll never get away with this!

Run, run like the wind, you beautiful son of a bitch.

Was he Aboriginal?

Watch where you're going, ya dopey bastard!

Sorry, mate. I didn't see you there.

What, you an idiot or something? You looking for trouble?

Not at all. Here, let me buy you another beer.

I don't want a beer touched by your filthy black hand.

Now, mate, I'm trying to be patient,

but you're pushing things a bit too far.

Why? What are you going to do about it?

Do you want a go, mate?

Oh, you going to come at me

with that Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon shit?

Brother, you don't know what you're in for.

Welcome to Bouncing Wallaby.

Huh? Yeah? Yeah? You want some of that? Huh?

You wanna get your arse bounced? That's what's going to happen.

Or maybe you want some Crawling Goanna?

Yeah? Yeah? Want some Crawling Goanna?

Want some of that? Huh? Huh?

Or maybe you want Biting Tasmanian Devil.

Pecking Emu!

Oh, my back.

(Groans)

See how they go? I just mopped that stinking floor.

What they think this is? A playground!

No playground here!

What's she still hanging around here for, parading?

You know she mad for singing in the toilet, eh?

She singing up like a cat on heat.

Go out and get a job or something.

I'm telling you now, she's lucky that manager's half deaf

or she'd be out, look - shop shut!

Singing up in there like she can carry a note.

She can't carry a note, she's off key.

No-one wants her.

Sure she's stealing that air freshener too, from in that toilet.

They'll be looking for matches soon, to burn them fumes.

Oh, they're not going to like that. Wild gins, they are.

WOMAN: Hi, Mavis. Hey, how you going?

Hey, was that you singing up there? Yes.

Gee, you got a deadly voice.

You big gee-whiz!

Pillia Mittigar, children.

Today I'm going to tell you the story of How Fire Was Made.

In the Dreamtime, a long, long time ago,

there was a family of koalas -

Daddy Koala, Mummy Koala and Baby Koala.

We'll call him Eli.

They all lived together in a big gum tree,

high in the sky, so they could speak to their ancestors.

They spent their days eating eucalyptus leaves,

sleeping and giving furry koala hugs.

They were very happy.

Then one day Daddy Koala left.

Left Mummy Koala and Eli all on their own.

Shows what kind of a man Daddy Koala was.

Daddy went and lived with his secretary,

Kelly the Kookaburra.

Kelly the Kookaburra, with her annoying smile and ratchet laugh.

Kelly the Kookaburra, a real basic bitch.

Mummy Koala and Eli had to go to a gum tree refuge

with other mummy koalas and their children.

She started thinking about Daddy Koala,

laughing away with Kelly, the Kookaburra in the new car,

doing filthy things, and she got mad.

Mummy Koala called on her ancestors and they told her exactly what to do.

She got a glass bottle,

filled it with petrol and stuffed a rag in the top

and went to Daddy Koala's gum tree.

When she got there, her ancestors opened up the sky

and a ray of sun came down and touched the rag.

Bright flames appeared.

Mummy Koala gave the bottle to Eli

and told him to throw it high into the sky

because the bush police had her fingerprints on file

due to this thing, that one time.

Eli threw the bottle with all his might

and it hit the tree and it went up in flames!

Daddy Koala and Kelly the Kookaburra

were in the tree making a special video tape when the bottle hit.

They had to be airlifted to intensive care

with third degree burns.

Who's laughing now?

Mummy Koala and Eli lived happily ever after

and they didn't have to play another game of Throw the Bottle

for a very long time.

And that, children, is the dreamtime story of How Fire was Made.

You and your son talking yet?

What son? Oooh-ah!

Nah, true. I've disowned him, I have.

He keeps taking that Evans girl's side every time.

Why, what happened?

Well, you know me. I don't hold grudges against anyone.

So, after that lotto fiasco, I went around and make amends.

Is that after your car shat itself?

Yeah, after that.

So, anyway, I get into the cab and I go around there

and they're real funny with me from the go get.

They wouldn't pay my cab.

Well, how much was the fare?

Only $307. From your house to theirs?

Yeah. Well, I got that cabbie to stop in at bingo there

and wait for me a couple of hours for me while I played.

Ooh, that was real smart thinking. True God!

I know! You'd think they'd appreciate it, no.

Proper sour faces they were. Make me sick.

Oh, so, that's why youse two not talking?

Oh, I haven't told you the best of it yet.

I told them, 'I wanna see my grandson.'

I haven't seen him in months because of their carrying on.

So, I marched right in there I looked at him... and I knew.

That kid ain't my son's.

That bitch has been whoring her fork around town.

How you know?

Because of that face on it. My son wasn't that ugly as a kid.

He was real handsome. So, I told 'em straight.

I said, 'Eh, what's this thing here in this cot?'

That's not my grandson!'

So, it was on for young and old then.

She's screaming like the loud banshee that she is

and my son's telling me to get out of the house.

All the while that creature from the deep is crying in the cot.

And your own son told you to get out?

No respect, that is.

Never mind, what goes around comes around.

They'll get theirs.

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Oh, my God. Did you just brush up against me?

Yeah, sorry about that.

You did it intentionally, didn't you?

I was just trying to get the butter.

Admit it, you just wanted to touch me, didn't you?

What? You just couldn't resist...

brushing yourself up against this fine chocolate ass.

Well, now that you mention it.

You thought you could get away with rubbing up against me.

Wait... what?

I've been looking at you all afternoon.

Don't tell me you didn't notice?

I think you are extremely attractive.

In fact, I'd like to take you out on a date sometime,

if that's fine with you.

You sick bastard.

It's OK, Shh, shh. Here.

Return to your home, my brown sister!

You are free.

ALL: ALF!

Somebody, help me. Someone!

They've brought a new one.

What do you mean? Who?

The Aboriginal Liberation Front.

Was that the...? The people who just...?

Yes.

I need to go home!

I haven't recorded the last episode of Girls!

I'm sorry.

Here, this is where we sleep.

I modelled the humpies off one I saw this homeless guy make

at Central Station.

Ours aren't much, but they work.

Well, what do you eat?

They gave us spears. You hunt?

Oh, no, we ate them. We ate the spears.

We're running pretty low on spears, actually.

I don't know what we're going to eat after that.

She's back! Hide!

You mob, come out! Come out!

You mob! Come, come.

Are you one of them? No, I'm the AALF.

The Anti Aboriginal Liberation Front.

That's anti- Aboriginal Liberation Front.

That's not anti-Aboriginal, I'm not anti-Aboriginal.

I'm not. I'm a school teacher, man.

Anyway, I've got everything what you need.

I've got iPhone chargers, lattes...

..skim and soy - all organic.

Drink, drink.

Where is she?

I've called the police.

We're never going to hear from her again.

Everything is going to be OK.

How's the lattes?

Bit cold. Watery.

All right. Let's go.

I'm going in the front - shotgun. Blacks at the back.

Eyah, slut. What slut?

I hear you bin itchy for Peter?

Who Peter? I get itchy for biggest mob.

No wonder you got that big rash on your fork.

Peter Blant fuck ya?

Oh, Peter. Yeah, I was itchy, but not any more.

He bin come over last night and scratch me like a big pussycat.

The only big pussy I see is you. Anyway, can't even exercise.

Can't even sing. (Gasps)

(Sings) Well, what's this then, slut?

Well, what's this then

Slu-u-u-u-u-ut?

(Raps) Well, what's this then, slut?

Ha-ha, ha, huh, huh!

Well, what's this then, slut?

Well, what's this then slut?

Well, what's this then, slut?

BOTH: Well, what's this then, slut?

(Both sing line repeatedly)

We-e-e-e-e-e-l-l We-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-l-l

What's this then, slut?

What's this then, slut? Well, well

What's this then, slut?

What's this then, slut? What's this then, slut?

(Both sing line repeatedly)

(Coughs)

(Both sing hoarsely)

(They sing faintly)

(Hoarsely) Slut

Slut

(Very faintly) Slut Slut.

Ooh, ya dog!

(Barking)

Ooh, ya dog!

NEWSREADER: In breaking news, police have raided a suburban house

in connection to a series of Indigenous abductions

by the so-called Aboriginal Liberation Front.

The ringleader, a Marcy Mavis, is still at large.

Police are advising Aboriginal people to remain indoors and... Argh!

(Chanting) ALF!

Captions by CSI Australia

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