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[soft music playing]

- [haunting music playing] - [water splashing gently]

[gentle cacophony of ocean creatures]

[seagulls squawking]

[thunder rumbling]

[wind whistling]

[thunder continues rumbling]

[thunder cracking]

[thunder continues cracking]

[gentle guitar music playing]

♪ Rule Britannia ♪

♪ Bright ideas hide in caves ♪

♪ Oh, Rule Britannia ♪

♪ Break a stock into a slave ♪

♪ Rule Britannia ♪

♪ Leave us planked before the graves ♪

♪ Rule Britannia ♪

♪ Ruler of the waves ♪

[man] Lost. I'm lost.

My family.

[in Arrernte] I will take you to where you need to go.

[tentative music playing]

[unsettling music building]

[breathes heavily]

[exhales]

Riley.

I'm Riley.

[in Arrernte] I'm Kngwarraye.

Huh. Hm.

[chuckles softly]

[whistling in distance]

[yowling in distance]

[yowling in distance]

[grunts]

[horse neighs]

[hooves clopping]

[sighs heavily]

[Riley groans]

[birdsong]

[conversation in Māori] Te Mauniko.

There are important people coming to this meeting.

Can't you be more like your brother and sister?

How are we going to find you a white husband

when you walk around dressed like a slave?

Why would I marry a white man

when their war is burning across the land?

There wasn't any war here last time I checked.

[Te Mauniko] Uncle Piripi!

I'll go and get Papa.

You're not dressed yet.

[conversation in Māori] Uncle Piripi and the others are here.

Mama sent me

so you can start the meeting.

She's got you all ready, aye?

She's so annoying.

Uh-uh.

This gathering's really important.

Aye?

So...

you'll be debating who goes to fight the British Army?

That's if we're even going to join the war.

But surely we have to go and fight.

This is our moment.

Maybe.

Maybe not.

We can't just sit here

pretending nothing is happening.

Otherwise, we'll be next.

They burnt children sheltering in their own church.

Be careful, daughter.

Don't let your head be filled

with every story you're told.

But isn't that why our tribe is gathering?

So you can hear from this one and that one?

What are your three thoughts

about the war?

The voice in my head is your mama's.

"Be careful.

Compromise. Be strategic."

Be bold.

Back our allies.

Meet the monster.

What about your heart?

Well, that's you, my children.

You're my heart.

It's not just me who thinks we should fight.

All of us young ones do.

So if we're your heart,

you should listen to us.

Come. We'd best not keep them waiting.

[doleful, insistent music playing]

[unsettling music building]

[bird trilling]

Get back here!

Come back!

Come back!

[coughs] I can see you, you Black bastard!

[gun clicks]

[grunts]

[yelps]

[exhales]

[Kngwarraye's speech in Arrernte echoing]

[faint screams of woman echoing]

[gasps]

[Riley gasps]

[groans in pain]

[horse whinnies]

[Riley grunts]

[unsettling music playing]

[doleful, insistent music playing]

[screams echoing]

[screams continue echoing]

[doleful music building]

[Riley grunts]

You did this.

[crow cawing]

[hooves clopping]

[tense doleful music playing]

[in Arrernte] You did this.

[Piripi] Na reira kia mau tatou ki ta tatou i oati ai...

ki o tatou hoa

e pakanga nei ratou ki nga Hoia Pakeha

e taoro nei i te ao.

[conversation in Māori] Did Papa tell you what he's going to do?

He didn't say anything.

Surely he'll send help to Maniapoto?

I talked with him.

What did he say?

He will support us.

Not if Mama gets to him first.

[Piripi continues speaking in Māori]

These are my thoughts.

[in Māori] Greetings to all who have traveled here.

As my daughter reminded me,

this is a crucial moment.

And so, the arguments for and against

have been debated.

Should we join the war?

For me,

perhaps for all of us,

my heart

is my children

and their children to come.

So I have decided

we must stay here.

Hold our children safe and tight.

Let us be sheltered!

That is my final word.

[Piripi in Māori] Brother-in-law,

I respect your authority,

but not your decision.

Sit down!

Your chief has spoken!

You lied to me!

Not now, Te Mauniko.

People are dying!

You said you would listen to me!

To us!

I listened to the innocence of your spirit.

What?

So I'm just a silly girl?!

[Piripi in Māori] My chief,

though you turn your back on your allies,

my family will fight!

[shouts in Māori]

Even if we must travel alone.

Tūhoe! Stand up!

Feel your anger burn!

[shouting in Māori]

Step forward!

[shouting continues]

It is the bull!

[singing in Māori] A vast, terrifying bull approaching!

Eating all above!

Devouring all below!

Te Mauniko! Get back!

Only death rules and we are left homeless!

Sustained only by the anger!

The hurt!

The fury!

You need to stop her.

Fire!

[shouting]

Gather together the strength of our children...

[shouting]

...and inspire them to be great.

[impassioned singing in Māori]

[shouts echoing in slow-motion]

[gunfire echoing in the distance]

[singing continues]

Then they shall see

the power of our warrior tattoos

as we tear and slash at the heart of our enemy!

[gunshots echoing]

[singing stops]

[gunfire reverberating]

[gunfire continues]

[in Samoan] And lead us not into temptation

but deliver us from evil.

For thine is the kingdom

and the power and the glory forever and ever.

Amen.

[heart beating rapidly]

- [intense gunfire] - [gasps]

[pants frantically]

[grunts]

[gun clatters]

[thunderous explosion]

[distant explosions and gunfire]

[flies buzzing]

[distant explosions and gunfire continue]

[clangorous explosion]

[grunts]

[rocks scattering]

[thunder rumbling]

[suspenseful music building]

[music fades]

[continuous gunfire in distance]

[retches and gags]

[coughs]

[bottle clatters]

[breathes heavily]

Oh! [inhales sharply]

[screams in agony]

[screams]

[spits]

Oh...

[gasps]

[pants rapidly]

[exhales heavily]

[tense music building]

[sniffs]

[pensive music playing]

[rattles tins]

[grunts]

[whoops softly]

[women vocalizing harmoniously]

[vocalizing continues]

[thunder rumbling]

[fire crackles]

[music darkens]

[woman vocalizing mournfully]

[vocalizing continues]

[rapid whooshing and buzzing]

[mournful music building]

- [thunderous explosion] - [rocks scattering]

[music fades]

[gunfire and explosions ring out]

[gunfire and explosions continue]

[groans]

[breathes heavily]

[grunts]

[pensive music playing]

[laughs]

[chuckles softly]

Ah...

Ah...

[grunts]

[chortles]

[shivers softly]

[chuckles softly]

[chortles with glee]

Argh!

[chortles]

[whistling in distance]

[pensive music building]

[blissful strings music playing]

[chuckles softly]

[in Arabic] Peace be upon you.

[blissful strings music building]

[both chuckle softly]

[both laugh]

[distant whistling and explosions]

- [gunfire reverberating] - [men shouting]

[in Samoan] Wrong way, you bastard!

[explosions and gunfire continue]

- [chattering and shouting] - [continuous gunfire]

[in Arabic] This is your land.

Your land

[whistling in distance]

[melancholic strings music playing]

[in Samoan] This is your land.

[soft wailing]

[woman shrieks]

[woman in Māori] Look, your family has returned from the war.

[wailing intensifies]

[women sob and wail]

[wailing continues intensifying]

[women sing passionately in Māori]

[sobs]

[singing continues]

[women sob and wail uncontrollably]

[wailing continues]

[wailing fades]

[haunting music playing]

[coughs and splutters]

[pants strenuously]

[exhales heavily]

[indistinct lively chatter]

[man over PA system] You are entering Cook Imperial Market.

All traders must present their goods to guards for inspection.

Follow marketplace rules at all times.

Level four air contaminations today.

All breaches of rules are punished

with permanent exclusion from the market.

All barter at own risk.

Terrorists still at South Gate.

Avoid at all costs.

Cook Limited invites you to trade quickly and profitably...

[PA system speech fades]

[man over PA system] Radiation low in covered areas.

Vax passports will be checked.

[woman over PA system] You are entering at your own risk.

Please be aware of hawkers and thieves.

Management takes no responsibility for your personal welfare.

Oxygen is limited.

Traders have a strict one-hour policy.

Guards have the right... [PA system speech fades]

Adults are responsible for minors.

Follow protocols at all times.

The guards are here for your safety.

Treat them with respect.

All goods are the responsibility of the vendor.

The market accepts no refunds.

Please be aware that you are being watched at all times.

[claps twice]

[man over PA system] You are entering Cook Imperial Market.

All traders must present their goods

to guards for inspection.

Follow marketplace rules at all times.

Level four air contaminations today.

[solemn ambient music playing]

Terrorists still at South Gate.

Avoid at all costs.

All barter at own risk.

[whispers in Māori]

[chuckles]

[coughs]

[groans and splutters]

[retches]

[eerie music playing]

[in Māori] This taonga is for you.

As an old net withers, another is remade.

[gasps]

Koro?

[whispers] Koro.

[fire spits and crackles]

- [structure collapsing] - [glass smashing]

[rattles spray can]

[rap music plays]

Oi! What do you think you're doing?

- Got ya, mate. - Oh!

[both strain]

[both grunt]

[spray can clatters]

[man groans]

[both groan]

[screams]

Argh!

- You're a girl. - Oh, no shit!

- Oh... - Can you see?

[pants and whimpers]

Shit. Sorry. I didn't mean to do that.

Well, you did! Now I can't fuckin' see.

Well, you shouldn't be here doing this.

Oh... [breathes heavily]

It's all your fault, really.

You a graffiti cop or somethin'?

No. I was told to be here to catch you in the act.

You okay?

No, it fuckin' burns.

Oh...

Grab my drink bottle from my bag, will ya?

- Please? - Now!

- Where's your manners? - Where's my water?

Here ya. Tilt your head back.

You live up on the roof, eh?

Yep.

Don't ask me any more questions, got it?

Oh, shit.

Here it is.

I'm not mental.

I think we're allowed to be sometimes.

Who?

Blackfellas.

Us.

I like it.

What?

I like your graffiti.

Well, why paint over it?

'Cause it's one of the jobs I have to do around here.

[grunts softly]

[menacing music playing]

[grunts]

[groans]

- [grunts] - Oi!

[grunts]

[groans]

[menacing music building]

[soothing ethereal music playing]

[gentle, harmonious vocalizing]

[vocalizing continues]

[woman vocalizing wistfully]

[vocalizing continues]

[music and vocalizing fade]

[tentative ambient music playing]

[women vocalizing melancholically]

[vocalizing continues]

[seagulls squawking]

[vocalizing stops]

[woman vocalizing mysteriously]

[vocalizing continues]

[woman over PA system] All goods are the responsibility of the vendor.

The market accepts no refunds.

Please be aware that you are being watched at all times.

[agitated chatter in distance]

Adults are responsible for minors.

Keep a close watch on children at all times.

The guards are here for your safety.

Treat them with respect.

[overlapping chatter]

[man over PA system] Radiation low in covered areas.

Vax passports will be checked.

You are entering Cook Imperial Market.

All traders must present their goods...

Where's Cook?

[man over PA system] Follow marketplace rules...

- [woman muttering] - [man coughing]

[man over PA system] Level four air contaminations today.

- All breaches of... - I need medicine.

[man over PA system] All barter at own risk.

Terrorists still at South Gate.

Avoid at all costs.

[glass smashes]

[man over PA system] Radiation low in covered areas.

Vax passports will be checked.

Cook Limited invites you to trade quickly and profitably.

Native traders must clear gateway customs.

Are you lost, child?

Cook?

The one and only.

Rongoa?

Hmm? You want some medicine?

Rongoa?

Mmm...

Mmm. Mmm.

I'm afraid that I only do refills

for this particular medicine.

Do you have a bottle?

I could do you a deal.

I could give you a new bottle, but it's very expensive.

What else have you got to trade?

[exhales softly]

That is from

the old world.

I'll tell you what.

I will give you a brand-new full bottle of medicine

in exchange for that thing around your neck.

Whoever needs this medicine

needs it right now.

[gasps and sighs]

Hm. You have to make a choice.

Hand it over.

- [gasps] - [thunder rumbling]

[breathes shakily]

[in Māori] No.

[exhales]

[mournful ambient music playing]

[mournful music building]

[Koro in Māori] As an old net withers, another is remade.

[rhythmic music in distance]

[woman over loudspeaker] Today is Invasion Day.

Nearly there, Mom.

[exhales heavily]

The protest is just up here.

[shouting and chanting in distance]

Here, look. Are we gonna get a photo of this?

Can you believe this was Captain Cook's cottage?

And they brought it all the way from England.

Reminds me, you know?

Your dad and I,

when we get charged up one night, NAIDOC night,

and we was gonna come here and set the whole place alight.

And?

What?

Why didn't you burn it down?

Started pissing down rain.

So we could go home and make you.

- Oh... - [laughs]

Oh, God...

[man laughs mockingly]

Ahh, that's right, you've got the march on.

Where you stop trams, stop traffic.

Stop hard-working Australians going about their business.

That's not very Australian of you Abos, is it?

[laughs mockingly]

We're just on our way to a little march of our own.

Why don't you join us?

You go home. Just go.

[grunts]

What's wrong with you?

[grunts]

Oh...

[breathes heavily]

Mom!

[groans]

Breathe. Breathe.

Help!

[gasping for breath]

[tense, foreboding music playing]

[foreboding music building]

[music fades]

[girl] What are you doin' here?

We made a plan, remember?

[knife clatters]

[insistent melancholic music playing]

So, are we gonna do this or what?

There's no rain tonight, Mom.

[spray cans rattling]

[accelerant whooshing]

[fire spits and crackles]

- [structure collapsing] - [glass smashing]

[lighter clicks]

New fella, eh?

Yeah.

Never seen him before.

[easy listening music playing over radio]

[woman] Hey.

Just this?

Right, just tap here.

- All right. Good to go. - Thanks.

- Hey. - Hey.

- How are you going? - Yeah, good. Yourself?

Yeah, I'm good, I'm good.

You want a bag for 15 cents?

Uh, yes, please.

Anything else?

Uh, yeah, some jerky, please.

[scanner beeps]

He put out much people today?

You know how it is.

Yeah.

- Well... - Oh, sorry. [clears throat]

[card reader beeps]

- Thank you. - Thanks.

Just hold up there, please.

Just wait there, mate.

Give us the bag.

- What's wrong? - Just hand over the bag, please.

Thank you.

[cans clink on pavement]

Do you have any ID?

ID.

What's this?

It's my White Card.

It's your what?

White Card. It's like my work ID.

Don't you have a driver's license?

Yeah.

But it's in my wallet. I must have left it in my work ute.

Oh. What do you do?

[laughs softly]

I'm a stock trader.

Bruz...

- Look at me. What do you think I do? - Oh, look...

No ID, no purchase. This doesn't cut it.

But you... you can look me up, eh?

Oi, give me back the jerky, then, at least.

What did you just say to me?

Look, yeah, the jerky's in the bag, okay?

Yeah, you can take away my alcohol.

But what law says you can take my fuckin' jerky?

- Here. - Thank you.

Just watch your language, all right?

- G'day, mate. - G'day, mate. How's it going?

[protestors] The whole world's watching!

The whole world's watching! The whole world's watching!

The whole world's watching!

[chanting continues]

Let me go, you racist pricks!

[protestors continue chanting] The whole world's watching!

- Let me go! - Don't give us any shit, arsehole!

- Fuck you! - Open the doors!

[officer] Should've stayed in your own country.

What?

[protestors] Ake, ake, ake! Ka whawhai tonu matou...

- Fuck you! - Ake, ake, ake!

- What? - Ka whawhai tonu matou,

ake, ake, ake!

Eyes up, bucking bull.

He'll get you later when no one's looking. [laughs]

[grunts]

Rarked those fuckers right up real good, hey, Uncle Willie?

Yeah. Everyone saw it, bull.

Leave the kid alone, Mick. Jeez.

Nah, Wig. I want to get real close.

Tell this boy that he just got our Black asses

on the front bloody page!

[cheering and whooping]

No more boots for us, eh, boys?

'Cause there's too many cameras, eh?

♪ Māori Battalion march to victory ♪

♪ Māori Battalion staunch and true ♪

♪ Māori Battalion march to glory ♪

♪ Take the honor of the people with you ♪

♪ Aue hi! ♪

♪ And we'll march, march, march To the enemy... ♪

- [singing fades] - [pensive music playing]

[in Māori] Who are you, boy?

Who?

[man humming gently]

[man sings and strums ukulele]

[men] ♪ He puru taitama e ♪

♪ He puru taitama hoki ♪

♪ He puru taitama ♪

♪ He puru tukituki... ♪

Inu?

Nothing where we're going, boy. Drink.

So, where you from, then, bull?

- Australia. - Australia? Heh.

That Captain Cook wanker got youse too, eh?

So, you come over here for this, then?

That's a long way to come for us hori bastards, boy.

You made quite an impact today.

So, who you looking for?

I'm old enough, wise enough, and good-looking enough. Ha.

I know a hunter when I see one. So, who is it?

You don't get any closer if you don't ask, kid.

[kid inhales deeply]

[Willie sniffs]

Hey, listen up, boys.

Any of youse know this Māori fella?

- [man 1] Arohamai, Uncle. - [man 2] Kao.

Kao.

Kao.

Hey...

If your dad was here today, he'd be proud.

[man] ♪ Māori Battalion march to victory ♪

♪ Māori Battalion... ♪

You Māoris ever get sick of singin'?

No. So we don't forget who we are.

[gate clangs]

♪ ...march to glory ♪

♪ Take the honor of the people with you ♪

♪ We will march, march, march... ♪

[van rattles and clangs]

[ominous music playing]

[banging on van door]

[Willie] Eyes up, bull.

Now, let's try this again...

coon.

[grunts furiously]

Fuck you!

[indistinct shouting and clamoring]

[grunting and straining]

[groans]

[grunts]

[tense music building]

[children shout playfully in distance]

[car engine rumbles]

[rap music plays]

[horn beeps]

[music continues]

[calls out]

[DJ on radio] ...a magnificent day in Alice Springs, Central Australia.

And, of course, a new album by Tjintu Desert Band.

It's Tjamuku Ngurra. Check it out.

[Tjintu Desert Band's "Tjamuku Ngurra" plays on radio]

Hey.

[scanner beeps]

Good to go.

Thanks.

Oh. Hello.

Uh, some jerky?

Uh, yes, please. Hot.

- [scanner beeps] - Hot.

[laughs]

[both laugh]

That's embarrassing.

Oh, it's probably delicious. [laughs]

[card reader beeps]

Um... [clears throat] Thank you.

Ah, have fun.

[imitates chicken squawking]

[imitates chicken squawking]

Unc! Can you buy us some beers?

[whispers] Hey, go on! Get!

[officer] Hey, mate.

You were here yesterday, weren't ya?

Nah, not me.

Did you remember your ID this time?

[exhales]

Brother, I already showed you.

So show me again.

Brother, come on, that's me. You know it's me.

You buying this grog for your family?

Nah, I just finished work. Going home.

What, you like Moscato?

Yeah, I enjoy it with my dinner.

What do you do?

- I told you, I'm a painter. - Oh.

So you were here yesterday.

Oh, for...!

- [exhales] - All right.

Where are you gonna be drinking this tonight?

Brother, I'm going home.

And who are you gonna be drinking it with?

Are you serious? You're serious right now, brother, eh?

Mate, this is the Northern Territory. We got rules here.

Now, if you're gonna be giving grog to your family,

you need to get a better story.

[exhales sharply]

[uncle] Neph! Any smoke?

[laughs wryly]

Smart.

Not worth it.

Pop the boot for us, thanks, mate.

Yeah, better than that. Come on.

[car boot contents shuffling]

[dog barking in distance]

[car doors shut]

[sergeant] Get 'em up!

Willie fuckin' Wilson. You just had to get involved, eh?

Well, you can thank Aussie Boy for this.

[Willie] He's one of us.

So save your divide-and-conquer bullshit for your queen,

you fuckin' arsehole.

[grunts]

[constable] Got the hose, Sarge.

[sergeant] Throw him in there.

[grunts]

- [water spraying] - [laughs]

[groans and splutters]

[Willie] Let him go! Animals!

[kid groans and grunts]

- [constable] Sarge. Sarge! - He can't breathe!

Sergeant! There's no room inside, Sarge.

[pants]

Well, leave the savages out here, eh?

They can freeze in the dark. Follow me, gentlemen.

[coughs and splutters]

[wheezes]

[thunder rumbling]

Kei te pai, Uncle.

[Willie] Put it on, boy. You'll get sick.

[sniffles]

[Willie] That ruru bird...

He's been with you your whole life, hasn't he?

So?

So, your ancestors here...

They never left you, kid.

My mom never left me.

Ain't a brown face, in my mind.

[breathes heavily]

[grunts and sniffs]

[thunder rumbling]

[whimpers softly]

Is... is anybody here?

- Hey... - [man] Is anybody...?

Mohi!

[Wig] You fuckin' animals!

[Wig sobs]

Dammit, come here!

[man shouts indistinctly]

[somber music playing]

Fuck him!

Argh! Fuck him!

[grunts and pants rapidly]

Nobody!

I had nobody... [breathes shakily]

Nobody!

He shouldn't have left you, son.

She did everything.

Everything!

And he... he can't even be here

so I could tell him that she... [gasps]

That...

Tell him what, Rob?

[breathes heavily]

Korero mai, son.

What did you need to tell him?

That she...

That she died.

My mom died.

She died...

[cries softly]

[solemn music playing]

[in Māori] We pay respect to our maker,

the beginning of all things.

The source of power and spirit

that guides us through our struggles.

We acknowledge and farewell our ancestors who have passed

for clearing the path.

May they offer their love to our descendants.

Behold, there is life!

Come together!

[men] Tina!

And go forward!

[men] Taiki e!

[cries softly]

That's it, boy. Let it out.

Let that mamae out.

[sniffs]

Would you like to buy a painting?

Famous artist, that one.

Thank you.

[upbeat rock music plays on radio]

[scanner beeping]

[scanner beeping]

[officer] Got a good night planned there, mate?

[exhales]

[exhales heavily]

[inhales deeply]

[mutters indistinctly]

- [imitates chicken squawking] - Shit!

You again?

Yeah. [clears throat] Hey.

How are you?

[exhales]

Yeah, I'm... I'm okay.

- And you? - Yeah, good.

Just... workin'.

You okay?

No, it's just... you know, a lot of eyes out there.

Ha. Yeah.

Sorry you had to go through that yesterday.

- Mm. - And the day before that.

And the day before that. [laughs]

[laughs] It's all right. I've got thick skin.

I'm Ruby.

Ken.

Cool.

Nice to meet you, Ken.

[clears throat] Can I, um...

Oh...

[stammers] Can I have your number?

Like, people still do that, right?

Ah, well, there's this thing called Facebook.

I don't have a computer.

You got a phone?

[chuckles]

Old school, hey? [laughs]

[keypad beeps]

[keypad continues beeping]

[laughs]

Uh...

Thank you.

Thank you.

[quietly] I guess...

So the grog shop closes at 9:00.

Which means... I knock off at 9:00.

Yeah.

You know I know. [chuckles]

[indistinct chatter]

[officer] Oh, just give us a sec, mate.

Mm-hm.

You know what, big fella?

I don't even drink.

[whimsical instrumental music playing]

[stirring instrumental music playing]

- Hello. - Hey. [chuckles]

[laughs]

[stirring instrumental music building]

[uncle laughs]

Hey, finally, hey?

[horn toots]

[nephew] Unc Kenny!

[laughs]

[laughs]

[stirring instrumental music continues building]

[music fading]

[somber instrumental music playing]

[birds twittering]

- [birds warble] - [music continues]

[uplifting instrumental music playing]

[music fading]

[wistful music playing]

[music slowly fades]