Original subtitles

[HEAVY ROCK MUSIC PLAYS]

[MONTY] There were two kinds of people at the Albion Charles

in 1976.

Lovers...

and fighters.

[SHOUTS INDISTINCTLY]

I would have backed the other guy.

But then again, I never liked fighting.

Maybe it was 'cause my sister used to beat me up.

Luckily for me, not all girls were as scary as my sister.

You play the best music.

-Any requests? -One.

But it's X-rated.

-I'm Monty. -Crystal.

So, what part of Africa are you from?

[MONTY] OK, so geography's not her strong point.

-Townsville. -[LAUGHS] That's funny.

We've got one of them in Queensland.

True?

I haven't been there proper longtime.

[LAUGHS MIRTHLESSLY]

And the penny's dropped.

Your hair, I...thought you were African.

Didn't realise you were a...

DJ?

I'd better go find my boyfriend.

Jeez, I missed a real catch with her.

[MEN LAUGH]

That's my mate Barry, sensitive to my racial struggles as always.

Oi! Oi, oi! Con, Con, Con!

Bourbons. Oh, and a water for Kunta Kinte here.

Hey, Kunta Kinte was a very wise man.

Yeah. Didn't he get his foot cut off?

Yeah, but it was either that or his big black boonga.

-A tough choice. -Yeah.

Boonga, foot? Foot, boonga?

-It would have to be foot, eh? -Cannot make babies with the foot.

Alright.

Aqua for the DJ, and more poison for the boys.

Oh, do you charge extra for the guilt, Con?

I'm Italian - guilt is for free, yeah?

So, Monty, this Perth nonsense.

Have you made a decision? Stay here?

[MONTY] On the back of one too many rough nights

at the Albion Charles, I'd sent a demo tape to a Perth nightclub.

They offered me a gig and I'd been stalling on an answer.

They're looking for a black DJ, paying top dollar

and love my mix tapes.

You want my advice?

Con had given me advice every day for a week.

Hmm?

This is my advice...

you leave, you have to sell everything just to get over there.

Then what, Monty? Then you have nothing.

He was right, but here comes his favourite part.

I stuck my neck out for you, you know, for your lease?

Nobody trust Aboriginal, and I said, "You know what?"

I said, "No, no!"

"This one is different. This one is dependable."

"This one has forgotten the old ways."

If, well, you go walkabout now,

everybody say you're just another...

African? [BOTH LAUGH]

-I get it. -Oi!

[RECORD SCRATCHES, MUSIC STOPS]

[MAN] Hey, put the music back on.

You thought you could make a play at my missus, did ya?

[MONTY] You can never really be sure,

but this bloke didn't look like a lover.

You black bastard.

Fighting our way out of this was going to end badly.

I needed another way.

And not for the first time.

[CHILDREN CHANT] Fight! Fight! Fight! Fight! Fight! Fight! Fight!

Fight! Fight! Fight! Fight! Fight! Fight! Fight! Fight! Fight! Fight!

Fight! Fight! Fight! Fight!

I trust this exuberance can be applied in equal measure

to Australian history!

Text books. Page 17.

Miss? I have a history question.

Yes, Randall?

Is it true that the blacks used to eat the early settlers?

Certainly.

Cases of cannibalism among natives were frequent, and gruesome.

[MONTY] Well, I couldn't let that go.

What came out of my mouth surprised everyone, including me.

Mmm! Ears are my favourite part. We call 'em binnas.

[CHILDREN LAUGH] [THWACK!]

Burke and Wills were in search of what kind of sea?

And do not say 'capital'.

After school... dead meat.

I'm not going back to school tomorrow.

What happened to your shirt? My shirt? Don't you mean my eye?

Your eye will heal itself.

-Bully hit me, the stupid migaloo. -The stupid migaloo!

-Did you give him one back? -Nah.

Well... lucky your old man's a Golden Glove boxer, eh?

Come on, I'll show you how to go.

Nah. No fighting in my house.

Relax, missus.

I'm just gonna show him some stuff.

I'm not gonna turn him into a ring fighter.

To be a ring fighter you have to fight like a ring fighter, eh?

Come on. Come on, boy. That's it, that's my boy.

Give it to me, bang.

Harder. Doof! Pull him up, give it to him.

Yeah, that's it. Yeah. Doof!

Give it him. Hard one, punch him.

One, two, three, four.

Punch him.

Serious. Hey, serious.

Come on, one more. One more, one more.

Another one, another one, another one!

Come on, boy, give it! Give me another one-two.

Throw it and where to? Duck and weave.

Oh! Oh.

10 bloody minutes you were out there.

Fighting is a one-way ticket.

-To where? -To the big house, or worse.

So, this bully going young Mont, is he going to the big house too?

He's a migaloo.

So, he can hit and we can't?

Yeah, we can fight, alright, but they want us to fight.

-And when we do, we end up dead. -So what?

We just roll over like a dog

and let the bastard do whatever they like to us?

We've already lost too many of our mob.

Young ones too.

[MUM] What about Andy?

[DAD] Andy was killed by the cops.

Yeah, because him used this one first.

[MUM] Yeah, we can fight fire with fire, but it just burns everything.

We need to start fighting our way, blackfella way, using this.

Missus...

young Mont won't have a head if this bully goes on.

If he hits you again, you put him on his moy-yoo.

You put him!

Don't listen to your father

because he doesn't know what he's talking about!

You come back when you've thought about it more!

-Ow. -Yeah, stop your whingeing.

Bust him up Mont, flog him.

I'll do it for ya, Mon.

-What's with his ear? -Mmm!

I told you binnas are my favourite part.

But white ones are more crispier, so come here.

[CHILDREN LAUGH]

Randall, get out of that puddle this instant.

Oh, goodness gracious, that smell!

It's sewerage. Good go. Not eating him now.

[LAUGHS]

You'll have to go home and change, Randall.

You smell revolting. Inside! Right now.

Well?

Dropped him right on his moy-yoo, Dad. Everyone saw.

That's my boy. Yeah.

I didn't touch him Mum, honest.

True God. The shirt doesn't lie.

He's a good boy, our Mont, isn't he?

-Eh, Mum? -He's an angel, my son.

Takes after his mother.

[TURNS MUSIC UP]

May I have this dance please, ma'am?

I never regret giving up boxing for you, woman.

-[LAUGHS] -You gammin', eh?

[GROWLS PLAYFULLY]

[Monty] Thankfully, Mum pulled the pin on my boxing career

before it even started.

Which meant learning different ways to fight.

And I needed one right now.

You black bastard.

Whoa. Cori, Cori, Cori.

-Wanna dance? -Huh?

Let's dance.

[MONTY] Fancy footwork had saved the day.

But I hadn't counted on a second heavyweight entering the ring.

Ow!

[MUSIC STOPS]

Which one of you motherfucks threatened my Monty?

-[MAN] It was him. -[MAN 2] It was number two.

[MONTY WHISPERS] OK, get down, get down.

[MONTY] There were two kinds of people at the Albion Charles,

fighters... and me.

Sorry. Wait, can you just stop the killing match.

I've just gotta grab these. Just gonna grab these.

I'm so sorry Monty.

-Say sorry. -Apologies.

It's all good. All good, Rudi.

[MONTY] That did it. Time for a change of scenery.

-Hi. -Sorry, pal, bar's closed.

I'm Monty.

-Monty? -The new DJ. I'm a bit early.

A punctual blackfella, huh? I'm as shocked as you are.

[DIALS PHONE]

The new DJ's here.

Shall I send him up?

[MONTY SIGHS]

[CLEARS THROAT]

-[CLEARS THROAT] -There's been a mistake.

What?

You're not black.

[LAUGHS] What?

Well, obviously you're black, it's just you're not BLACK black.

[MONTY] At first I thought he was having a stroke,

but it was much worse than that.

What?

You're an Abo, yeah?

[MONTY] And there it was.

Yes, I'm an Aboriginal man.

-That's a problem. -What's the problem?

Mate, if all the boongs got word there was one of theirs in here

there'd be a fucking corroboree on the dance floor.

-Then who's gonna come here? -You have black staff, I met them.

They're Africans! Africans are alright. Even the odd Indian.

They don't come with a whole painted-up clan.

I had to fire a Chinaman for the same reason.

Dance floor was filling up with Chinks pulling that kung-fu shit.

It's business.

You're just... the wrong kind of black.

[PAULIE'S VOICE] Bust him up, Mont! Flog him.

[DAD'S VOICE] You put him on his moy-yoo.

[MONTY] I could have been Indian black, Fijian black,

a black they'd never heard of...

just not Aboriginal black.

It wasn't even my color anymore, it was my race.

I did what any grown man would do,

I called my mum.

Mum, it's Mont.

Hey, Mont. How's Perth?

-They're giving me the flick. -Already?

-They've given him the flick! -What?

-Why? -Why?

They didn't want blackfellas like us.

Think I'll just come home, eh?

[DAD] No, Mont, you stay there.

I know a man in Perth.

I don't need anyone speared, Pops.

Nah, this one's different.

He fights alright, but he fights with this.

-I can't see you, Dad. -[DAD] I'm sending a man.

[MONTY] As far as fighters went,

this bloke wouldn't have the coordination to lace up his own gloves.

But up top he was a heavyweight.

And he knew all about this new thing called

the Racial Discrimination Act.

They didn't know what was about to hit them.

Ring the bell, let's dance.

[BELL DINGS]

[DIGERIDOO PLAYING]

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