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Mr. Oba, I'd like to ask for your daughter's hand in--

Doctor. He’s a psychiatrist, you know that.

Just relax. And he prefers Dr. Oba.

Dr. Oba, it's a pleasure to meet you. I'm so sorry we're late.

A person in a hurry usually arrives late. Where have you been?

- Sorry, dad. We missed the bus. - Come in, come in.

[Renna] I booked a new client this week.

[Dr. Oba] Oh, that's lovely, darling.

Yeah, yeah. She found my stuff online, and she has some interesting ideas, so...

- [Hamish] Oh, that's fantastic. - [Renna] Yeah. Yeah.

The photos, are they...

Family.

Wow! Big family. When did they-- when did you move?

‘Move’ suggests volition. And many of them never did.

We're the lucky ones...

- ...as some see it. - [Nana] Oh, stop it, Oba.

We are very lucky.

[Renna] Hamish is working on a report

into the government's actions on racial disparity.

It's fascinating. Isn't it, baby?

Oh, um, yeah.

It’s been a long process,

but something my team and I are very proud of.

And the conclusion?

How should we act on disparity?

Well, it's not as simple as--

To me, it all goes back to family.

All families can be put into one of two camps,

Old and Be Old. There's no moving past it.

Yes, but we can't move forwards if we're always looking back.

Said like someone who hasn't taken the time to look back.

- Dad? - Oba?

Not now, Nana. Please.

Nana suggested we speak to the spirits, learn about your past.

[scoffs] My spirits? Whoa!

How?

Nzu. Nzu?

It's a sort of chalk, a burial tradition.

There’s not time for healing, Nana.

I don't know. It might ease the tension.

I'm afraid I have to agree with Dr. Oba.

I'm not sure I could handle the cleansing after so much cake.

Nothing.

Look harder.

What's going on?

Where's Renna?

What do you see?

I don't know.

I just need a moment. Fuck!

Why have you come here, Hamish?

What?

Why have you come here?

- I don't know. - I won't ask you again.

For Renna...

...to meet her fa-- to meet you.

I am her father, yes.

We are all our father's children.

Our father’s this.

Where’s this?

Where’s Renna?

I want to leave.

You see the faces of real men...

I want to leave! Renna!

...those you have wronged...

...those your father have wronged...

...and his father before him.

The spirits do not lie.

I haven't wronged anyone.

This is insane.

You don't know anything about me.

I have been nothing but polite to you.

I came here out of respect. And you think what?

This is going to scare me into apologising for the colour of my skin?

I don't need your blessing.

What do you see, Hamish?

You cannot move forward

until you acknowledge what is behind you.

Now, what do you want to ask me?