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Humans are free to come and go
from the Zone area as they wish,

but Hairies who try
and exit the Zone will be detained.

It's alright, we're not gonna hurt you.

Nice doing business with you.
You screw us and you'll pay.

I'd like to report a sighting -
a family of five.

Prepare a retrieval process.

80,000 years, the Hairypeople
have been on this planet.

I've had enough.
Take it. You're a man now, son.

Jimmy's been off the rails of late,
but he was, at heart, a good man.

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

Ngaluunggirr.

How are you going, guys? Straight
passes. Lilly, straight passes.

Cam, you've gotta focus on this.
This is a weak area for you.

- Just kick it straight.
- Come on!

Kick it straight. Come on, mate.
That's not good enough.

On the game on Saturday,
you let yourself down

'cause you weren't doing it, OK?

Straight as an arrow. Let's go.

- Cam...
- Loser.

...go and get it.

Go and get it. Go on.

Grab this one.

Good.

Cam?

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Ngaluunggirr.

Mother...

He's alright.

Dad loved me
more than he loved you, Koen!

Your mum is a white whore. Say it!

Come on, say it!

Koen, say your mum is a white whore.

Say it, Koen! Say it! No!

Your mum is a white whore.

You coconut.

- You!
- What you doing out here, brother?

Don't suppose you take a direct deposit?

Oi! I don't want you boys
fighting around here, you hear me?

I forgot what flat you were,
Aunty Linda.

- Who's that?
- I need to talk, Aunty.

- Koen?
- Yeah.

OK. You better come up, then.

Piss off, you hairy buggers.
He's family.

Hey, Aunty! Hey!

Koen, come in!

Look at you all grown up.

I'm hoping you can tell me why
Uncle Jimmy picked me.

I gave up wondering why
Jimmy did what he did.

Waruu's going to be mighty pissed off.

Ever since you two were little,

Waruu's been dreaming of
becoming the Cleverman.

He's been waiting for this day all
his life, now his little brother...

- Half-brother.
- Steals his thunder.

It's a big responsibility, Koen.

Cleverman is more than just a title.

Whatever reason Jimmy had,
you got a chance to start over.

Here.

This belonged to your father.
Kept his uni stuff in it.

- Where'd you get that?
- Found it, after the accident.

I put other stuff in photos,
anything I could grab at the time,

which wasn't much.

The past is the past.

Can't change it.

All you can do is try to do better.

Your father, he wasn't perfect.

He was a man,
with all the faults of a man.

And he was your father.

Your gift, Koen.
That's yours and yours alone now.

No-one can tell you what to do with it.

That's the good of it
and the curse of it, mark my words.

I see things too.

What kind of things?

You in a clinic.

Cancer.

All through my lymph nodes.
Doctors gave me six months.

They can't treat it?

Better medication at home.

I'm sorry.

I can get you more gear if you need it.

You saw all that, eh?

What are you gonna do with it?

Oi. Stop it.

You don't need a title.

Cleverman's not just a title.

Dad? Harry's here.

We need to take some action here.

Yeah, yeah, I know.

Where's the rest of that family
they captured, then?

Alinta, can you get my phone, please?

I've got something to show you.
These were taken last week.

So what are they?

Trucks, 20 of them in one day.

Hey, stranger.

You don't know what they're
transporting in those trucks?

Could just be frozen chicken.

Frozen chickens don't need ventilation.

So what next?

I found a guy on the inside, Waruu.

Says he can get us into the main cells.

- A guard?
- Yeah.

He has a master key to the building.

Look, say we get in, then what?
Bust every Hairy out of there?

What are you gonna do with them?
Are you gonna bring them here?

Give the CA the excuse
they've been waiting for?

We'll be ready for them when they do.

Choppers, assault vehicles,

high-powered weapons.
Nah, brother. I got family here.

We all got families!

This is a political situation,
Harry. It needs a political fix.

Come on, man!
If it was Alinta in there...

Political fix, Harry,
why I'm going on this show, yeah?

We got to do this the right way.

Oi! You shouldn't be doing that.

Hey, brother, they'll flog ya!

What do you think you're doing, rug?

Everyone eat cement!

I knew you were going to
cause trouble for us, rug.

You think you're king of the rugs
or something, do ya?

Come on, then!

Oi! Oi, get your hands off him!

Girl?

I know you're in there.

I know you must be hungry too.

Leave the plate out,
if you wouldn't mind.

Or I'm in B27, if you care to visit.

Alright, then.

Stop filming. Put your cameras away.
Turn it off.

You people are not supposed to be here.

We were the first on the scene.
There's no other news crews here.

There's not gonna be anyone else either.

It's our exclusive
for the next hour, at least.

How?

We'll break the story in
the middle of the show,

cross to you. So be ready to go.

OK. We should let Waruu know
about this development,

give him a chance
to prepare his response.

Let me think about it.

Why didn't you say something?

I couldn't bear to see you
put on that brave-little-boy face.

I see you've relegated America
to the dustbin of history.

No, the US gets a placemat
for outstanding achievement.

It's the whole of Western civilisation

that's down the plughole.

Perhaps it's just as well, then,
that I can't...

Baby, we can try again.

No, we...

We've been over this.

You know, Nixon had a
speech already prepared

for the death of the astronauts.

They were so desperate
to beat the Ruskies,

they went up ahead of schedule,
more on a hope and a prayer.

Are you going to tell the story
about Neil Armstrong

restarting the landing module

with just a paperclip
and seconds to spare?

It was Buzz Aldrin...

...and it was a biro.

The point is that, often,

the only difference between
triumph and failure...

My love...

...I'm not giving up, I'm just...

I'm drawing a line in the sand.

It's all good, baby.

Sorry.

I am the Cleverman.

I am the Cleverman.

I am the Cleverman.

Through this way.

Stop!

What have you got for me?

- One of these.
- One?

Just fuckin' pick one.

- It's not that simple, darling.
- They're all as hairy as each other.

- One's as good as the next.
- Haven't you ever been to the pound?

You don't just take any old Shih tzu.

When's my money going to
come through, huh?

- Do you understand me, pet?
- That one's English isn't great.

Shame that. I do need English.

Take me.

Aren't you a feisty one?

And what is it you think
you're volunteering for, love?

It doesn't matter.

Smile for me.

Teeth.

Hands.

Good, not too big.

Pelt's a gorgeous colour.
You all natural?

- Yes?
- Good. Lucky girl.

You're older than I'd like.

- I'll do what you want.
- Oh, yes, you will. Won't you, pet?

Yes, I've found what I need.

Sorry, ladies.

Hello again.

The disappearing girl.

Thanks for returning it.

It was just out of a jar,
but it fills the hole.

My name's Virgil.

It's a strange name,
but I've lived with it a long time.

Hi.

Will you join me for tea?

I know what you are,

and I don't care.

Good evening, I'm Jane O'Grady.
And tonight, the subhuman crisis.

We evaluate the Government's approach

to its handling
of the subhuman conundrum.

Take a seat, if you'd like.

Watch it with me.

Just move that stuff off. Sit.

Please.

Tonight, my guest in the studio
is Minister for Immigration

and Border Protection, Geoff Matthews.

Good to be here, Jane.

Also with me is my guest, Mr Waruu West,

Indigenous community leader
and advocate for the Hairypeoples.

Mr West, welcome.

I'm here as community leader
in the Zone.

- Thanks for having me on the program.
- He's a bit of a spunk!

Minister, I'll start with you
and the announcement today

that the Government is committing
another 107 million

to its new subhuman containment
and resettlement efforts.

I'll jump in there, Jane, and
question the terminology being used,

in language that would make
George Orwell proud.

What you're really talking about here

is the forcible removal
of innocent people from their homes,

separating mothers from daughters,
fathers from sons.

The truth is, this Government
is tearing whole families,

entire communities apart,
and taking them God only knows where.

I can't discuss operational matters.

Suffice to say, it is not anything
like Mr West is making out.

That's a relief, Minister, thank you.

They are well provided for
in clean, safe accommodation.

Well, let's see them.

Linta!

- Linta!
- What?

Hurry up. Your dad's on TV.

Better still, tell us where
these containment centres are

so we can see them for ourselves.

- Why the secrecy?
- Well, for the protection...

You only hide something
if you have something to hide.

Mr West favours integration.

I'm sympathetic to that
as a possible long-term solution,

- but this is a complex question...
- Tighter, Camera 1.

...this government is working hard
to find a solution for.

These are very serious issues.

We have a large population of subhumans.

They're people, Geoff.

Can we just accept that they are not
sub anything, but people?

Why don't you allow reporters
into your containment centres?

- Give us a guided tour, on camera.
- It's a simple matter of security.

- Rosie, who's that?
- Ah, West's right-hand man.

Give me a close-up on his hands.

As long as the country keeps
voting for us, that's what we'll do.

He's a shaved-down Hairy.
Look at his little finger.

In addition to that,

we have to protect the privacy
of our containment clients.

So they don't have a right to a trial,

but that doesn't matter because
you're protecting their privacy?

Subhumans are an innately violent race.

Not true. Come on, day one,

first contact, one tried to rip
the throat out of a police sergeant.

People become violent for a reason.

- Would you like to elaborate?
- Hairypeople are concerned

that their people are disappearing.

Trucks come in the middle
of the night and take them...

Total fabrication.

Geoff, sorry, I'll have
to ask you to hold on.

Mr West, could you clarify
what you mean?

Does he have any proof
of these allegations?

- People have come to me...
- Mr West cannot keep making

these slanderous accusations.

Excuse me, Minister,
the Zone was not your creation.

If it wasn't for Aboriginal people
occupying the old railway station,

there wouldn't be a Zone.

It has become a vibrant and diverse
suburb in this city.

We welcome the Hairypeople
to live with us.

- Look at this big man.
- You're the ones that put up a wall.

You're the ones that built a checkpoint.

You're the ones who issued ID cards,

and now you won't
take any responsibility.

Could you clarify what you mean
by 'disappearing?'

- People have come to me...
- Hairypeople?

...have complained to me that
ever since Emergence Day,

Hairy brothers and sisters
began to disappear one by one.

Uh, I'm sorry, I'm just receiving
a feed from the newsroom.

Alright.

And to people at home, I'm sorry,

we're going to have to interrupt
our regular program

with a story that's just breaking.

Crossing live now. Cue Belinda.

Shocking news just at hand

of the death of 12-year-old
schoolboy, Cameron Wells,

who was viciously attacked and murdered

while at soccer training
at a local park earlier this evening.

It is thought that his death
might be linked to a similar attack

only last week on one James West.

A warning to viewers at home,

people may find
the following images distressing.

There's a terrible sense of despair

and growing fear
at tonight's events, Jane,

and not just because
of Cameron's tender age,

but the particularly
brutal way in which he was killed

- in front of his clubmates.
- Can you confirm the cause of death?

We have to wait for
the Coroner's report.

The heart was removed
from the boy's chest

in much the same manner as James West's?

There's been no confirmation
for the precise nature of the killing

or species of the killer.

But if it is true that subhuman peoples

have incredibly strong fingernails,

it wouldn't be too far a stretch to say

that this crime might be the work
of a Hairyperson?

At this stage, the police aren't
ruling anything out.

It's just yet another
terrifying prospect

for our already frightened
communities to have to manage.

Distressing news, Belinda.

We'll be crossing back for updates
as the story unfolds...

How dare you people use my uncle's death

to manipulate public perception?

What happened to Cameron is a tragedy,

but we must be very careful
not to jump the gun here.

It's important
that everybody remain calm

in the face of this new...

They said things about my people
from time to time,

that we ate children, turned
Christian children into matzo.

I think I know how this story ends.
Shall we watch something else?

Our patience, as a nation,
with the subhuman issue...

I'm sorry about your family.
That young girl, was that...?

My sister.

Waruu, one final question for you, then.

In Aboriginal storytelling,

sometimes referred to as Dreamtime,

is it true that fathers would warn
their children not to leave camp

for fear of what the Hairypeople
might do?

Firstly, it's the Dreaming,
present tense.

Our stories are not static.

They're not locked in the past,

just as Hairypeople are not bound
by what is.

I'm not sure I'm understanding.

Look, I will say this,
over the course of our history,

Hairypeople have lived side by side,
in peace,

so peaceful, in fact, none of us knew
they existed till six months ago.

What happened to Cameron Wells
is truly regrettable,

but we can't jump to conclusions.

We must let the judicial system
handle this, not the media.

Wrapping-up time.

Gentlemen, thank you very much
for coming on the program tonight.

Thank you, Jane.

See? That's how you get fucked, Waruu.

You bastards set me up.

And what makes you a spokesperson
for your people, hm?

You never finished high school,
you don't have a job.

You live on government handouts
and your wife's salary.

Unlike you, I did my homework.

Mr West, I just want to thank you.

Hi.

I'm Harry.

What am I thinking?

Porn.

Ah!

Alright.

What about now?

Bestiality porn.

You're a bastard!

No, really, what did you see?

You're a dirty dog.

I'll drink to that.

With lemons!

Agh! What are you doing to me, brother?

Keep talking! Keep talking!
How does it feel?

Ahhh!

- It stings.
- Hot, cold?

Cold. Shit, look!

Look, look!

- It still hurting?
- Less.

See, that was, what, like,
seven seconds... ish?

Ish.

- Is it healed on the inside?
- Oh no.

No, it's still tender.

That demonstrates a level of
awesomeness that is truly bad-arse.

- Go again, go again!
- Don't you do that again!

- His body heals itself!
- Put it down!

- I was just playing.
- Ngaluunggirr.

Ngaluunggirr.

Hey? I'm sorry, babe.

You still love me, though, eh?

BELINDA, ON PHONE: Well, hello.

I told you about what happened
to my uncle in confidence.

Yeah, I understand, and I'm sorry,
but this is my job. You know that.

Go to hell.

Ngaluunggirr.

That eye still weirds me out.

I'm just getting static.

Koen, what's happening?

I'm OK, alright? Just...

It's just my head.

I'm fine, really.

I want to be left alone.

Ngaluunggirr.

Hey.

Come to bed.

You're awake, are you?

How old are you?

How old are YOU?

I'm 71.

I'm 16.

Your people live a long time,
don't they, hundreds of years?

And here you are, 16.

I'm 15.

Fif...!

Oh, that's not fair! That's not
fair, to make me laugh like that.

Oh, don't ever get old, love.

Everyone treats you like
you're an idiot.

Fifteen!

Hey, you want to have some
breakfast? I've got some cereal.

On the bench. Can you...?

What's your plan, girl?

My family are gonna come back for me.

Your family are not coming back, girl.

You can stay, with me, I mean,
as long as you like...

...but they'll eventually find you.

Hey, I can help you.

I make things.

But you have to decide
who it is you want to be.

Djukara?

Djukara!

Dad.

Where's Mum? Where's Latani?

I don't know.

Boss.

I'm memorising every
door code and key I see.

I'm figuring a way out.

The main thing is, we stay alive.

Yeah, and get out of here.

That's not what I'm saying, son.

Dad, they killed Jirra. There's
no way this doesn't end in blood.

Hey, rug! What's going on down there?

Nothing, boss.

Why don't you mind your own business?

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What'd you just say to him?

Told him he was a young, foolish boy.

Oh, is that it?
Sounded like more than that.

Told him he had to fit in.

In this society, we have to be social.

We can all live together.

Yeah! Yeah, that's right.

Yeah.

Socialise.

Once you all learn that,
everything's going to be just fine.

Yes, boss.

Yes, boss.

You know what, rug?
You got your head screwed on right.

What's your name?

Boondee.

Yeah, I'm not going to use that
jungle shit.

I'm going to call you...

...Trevor.

Yes, boss.

You finish up here, Trevor.

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But you would rather clean their floors.

So why don't you do your job?
Make them sparkle, slave!

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Just keep an eye on her, and if
there's any sign of temperature,

just bring her straight back in, OK?

See ya!

Wow! I like the flowers.

That's good, they're for you.

The delivery guy nearly shat himself,

such a hurry to get out of the place.

Everything alright?

Oh, yeah.

They're beautiful flowers, Jarrod.
Thanks.

I was worried you wouldn't get them.

They were adamant
they didn't deliver to the Zone.

Had to pay a huge loading fee.

Darling, it's just you and me. It's us.

How about we give it one more try,
go back to the clinic?

If nothing happens...

I can't. I just...

Can you please not ask me again?

I'm building an ark for us.

Look, I probably should get back
to work. Sorry, what did you say?

Nothing.

Hang in there, my love.

Get up.

Get the fuck up!

Get up, monkey! Come here!

These are for you. An ID card.
Carry that with you day and night.

And the lenses, to cover your eyes.

Oh, no. I hate goodbyes.

You just do what you have to do
to survive.

I don't know if I can.

Remember, you're much faster
and stronger than they are.

- Thank you.
- Mm.

Hey, monkey,

you ever heard of a whipping boy?

Back in England,

they used to think that kings
were appointed by God.

You see, that made it very hard
to discipline a young prince.

You couldn't
give him the back of your hand

'cause he was God's special boy.

You like to think that you're
God's special little boy,

- don't you, monkey?
- I'm going to kill you!

Ah.

There,

you interrupted my story.

So anyway, someone had a bright idea.

Instead of punishing the prince
when he misbehaved,

they'd punish his best friend,
and the prince would feel bad

'cause his friend was being punished
for something he had done.

But we've got someone better than
your best friend.

Bring him in!

So from now on, when you're
a bad little boy who won't behave...

Leave my father alone, please! Beat me!

We already beat you, but you didn't
learn what we were trying to teach!

- I get it!
- I don't think you do.

Please stop it! Stop it!

- You had your chance.
- Please! Don't hurt my father.

Huh? Rules will be followed, won't they?

- Yes, they will.
- Thank you!

Get him up.

We're not finished yet.

Brother, I'm a Hairy,

and you're telling me
we go into a prison full of Hairies

who are being tortured,
and we just film.

What's the fucking point of that?

To show Joe Public what Matthews
is so desperate for them not to see.

This is all about
sticking it up Matthews.

People need to know.
People don't give a shit.

We're not like them, so they don't care.

You're wrong. They don't know any better

because they're because manipulated
by the Government.

You can say that
'cause you're not a Hairy.

I have to live it every day.

Don't tell me I don't get it,
I'm a blackfella.

You heard what Matthews said to me
in there -

I'm a pariah in my own country.

We go in with cameras
or we don't go in at all.

Up!

Leave him alone, you dogs!

Come on!

Stay strong, bro.

Happy, Trevor?

Free haircut.

Ngaluunggirr.

Ngaluunggirr.

Ngaluunggirr!

Ngaluunggirr.

Ngaluunggirr.

Ngaluunggirr.

Ngaluunggirr!

Ngaluunggirr.

Oi, shut up!

Are you having a wank?

Keep it down, mate. My girlfriend...

Hey, you know if you need a sick
day, all you've got to do is ask.

This girl keeps calling me!

Bro, what's going on?
You're starting to weird me out.

- Don't you hear that?
- Hear what, bruz?

The voice!

The voice?

I've got to find her.

Hey! Find who?

- Come on!
- Where are we going?

- I don't know!
- OK. I'm driving.

Go left.

- Bloody speed bumps.
- Left, left! Left!

- Are you sure, bruz?
- Yes, left!

- Stop.
- What, stop?

Stop!

- Right.
- Sure?

- Right!
- OK, I'm going right!

Right again, right again.

- It's a car park, man.
- Go down!

- Go, go, go, go!
- Going down, man.

Trust me, Blair, she is here.

Stop, stop.

Ngaluunggirr.

- Here?
- This way.

Oi, bro, you alright?

Ngaluunggirr.

- She's in this building.
- Did she happen to say which floor?

- Top floor.
- No.9, my lucky number!

Ngaluunggirr!

Oi!

Here.

Come on. There's nothing here!

It IS here! It has to be.

Ngaluunggirr.

This way.

Ngaluunggirr!

Who let you in here?

Uh, hi. We're just here
from cleaning services.

We're, um, here to look around,
give you an obligation-free quote.

- You need to leave now.
- Excuse me?

- You need to leave now.
- It's three o'clock. We had a...

Jesus! Koen, what are you...?!

Where is she?

She in there?

Blair, get the door.

OK.

Please.

It's locked.

Ngaluunggirr.

No, please don't.

What are you...?

What is this place?

- Oi! What are you doing to her?
- OK. Please.

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Bro, we got to get out of here!

Let's go.

You're coming with me.

- You in?
- I got her, I got her.

Go!

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Hey, hey, wait,
I know the code for the door.

- Leave it!
- Come on, brother, let us out.

Why'd you call me?

I did what you asked, I broke you
out of that weird-shit lab.

Talk to me!

Any progress
on the break-and-entry in the lab?

Facial recognition
threw up a Koen West. He runs a bar.

- West?
- Yeah. They're brothers.

- You knew my uncle?
- I did, through the art scene.

- Why were you at his funeral?
- I was a friend.

- He never mentioned you.
- Maybe you weren't listening.

Go to hell.