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Give it here! It's mine!

Bullshit!

I've gotta go!

Come back here!

Fuck.

Fuck!

Fuck!

So, what do you feel like? Red?

Fuck yeah. It's nice.

Hey.

I need your ID first.

Oh, shit, sorry Kelly. I may have left it at work.

Sorry, Toni.

The law's the law.

No worries. I'll get it.

No, I can't let you do that.

But I've got ID.

You're not allowed to buy alcohol for... someone else.

That's the law.

Un-fucking-believable.

Welcome to my country.

Who you texting?

Nick?

No.

Where is he?

I thought he was coming to dinner tonight.

Um, he's working.

Sorry.

License, please.

Did you know that you have a busted tail light?

What?

Bloody kids. I...

Wait, what are... what are... What are you doing?

Sorry, Kelly, I have to give you a ticket.

No, I... I don't have any points left.

I will lose my license.

I'd love to show you some discretion,

but the law's the law.

Fucking Blacks.

I told you I was going out.

You said for a drink.

Yeah, we had a drink, but then we had something to eat.

So'd you get my texts?

Okay.

What are you doing?

Don't worry.

When I sell it, I'll give you your half.

Just leave the painting there.

Half of this is mine.

You can't own half a painting.

All right, Nick.

You want it, tell me what it says.

It's the story of a couple.

- Yeah? - Yeah.

And one half of the couple

was actually committed to the relationship.

But the other half, just out of the blue,

suddenly became distant and cold.

What's going on with you, Toni?

Yeah, fine, keep the painting.

When you auction it, you can send me half.

Wait, what are you doing?

Nick.

Stop. Wait, stop, stop.

Come on.

Nah, nah, you always do this.

Nick!

- Morning. - Could we have a word?

You smashed her tail light.

She wants to lay a complaint.

You're in deep shit.

This is willful property damage.

Where's your brain, Toni?

I've got to conduct an internal review.

Pending the outcome, you'll be moved to general duties.

What?

Fine.

Turn around, come back here, and sit down.

There's been a car accident

resulting in serious injuries to a young woman.

I want you to take a look.

Okay.

Where is it?

Perdar Theendar.

Rhonda, you know I can't do that.

Too much family.

Yeah, that's exactly why I'm sending you.

Half of them won't even talk to me.

'Cause of the kinship system?

Yeah, exactly.

They won't talk to me if we're wrong skin.

At least some of the people will talk to you.

No one will talk to us.

There's something else.

The accident happened in an area closed for Men's Business.

What was a young woman doing there?

I don't know.

Look, my Uncle Samuel is a Community Police Officer.

He's excellent. He can cut through where I can't.

Nuh. I don't think a Community Officer's gonna be enough.

Why not?

The girl's white father is blaming her Black family.

The last thing we need is this escalating

into some sort of community payback that goes on for years.

I need to send in a detective to make it look

like we're taking things seriously.

Calm everything down before it gets out of control.

Plus I need to get you out of my hair

for 48 hours so I can sort your shit out.

The girl's name's Mariah Cawood.

She's in ICU.

Ladies forever!

No phones in here, please.

I told you that already.

So scans reveal a bleed on the brain.

When the swelling goes down,

we'll be in a better position to advise.

The bleeding on her brain. How did that happen?

A blow to the back of the head.

But her vehicle hit the tree head-on.

Wouldn't the impact be at the front of her head?

Yeah, you'd think so, but it wasn't.

And this?

Yeah, I don't know.

But it's a very unusual injury.

She was wearing a seatbelt.

Yeah, so there shouldn't be

any injury to her face at all.

That poor little one in there. She gonna be okay?

The doctors are doing everything they can.

She shouldn't be in there.

She should be with me.

I'm her mum now.

Mariah's mummy, she finished up now.

Cancer.

I gotta look after that girl now!

You no good father!

Look what happened!

Hey, hang on a second.

Can we talk first?

Is that all right?

So where's she been living?

She been too busy in town.

Went there when she was 13 to live

with her whitefella father when her mummy finished up.

So what was she doing out there last night?

Oh, they were probably humbugging.

'Cause that's the only time we ever hear from them,

when they want something.

Ain't that right, Arkojay?

You shut your white mouth!

- You, know your place. - Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Hey.

What was she doing out at Perdar Theendar?

Come for a visit.

Have a feed.

Cuppa tea.

Does she visit often?

Sometimes.

Not much, but.

Her white father don't like us bush mob.

Yeah, well you see what happens when she does, hey?

What time did she leave?

7:30.

8:00, maybe.

No, she wasn't found until after midnight.

Do you know where she went?

When was the last time you saw your daughter?

Yesterday morning.

Did she say anything about going out to Perdar Theendar?

Why are you asking so many questions about a car accident?

It's just standard procedure.

Don't think you're going in there without me!

She's not your daughter now!

Oi!

What do you think you're doing? Stop!

Are you deaf? I said stop!

- Who told you to move the car? - Samuel.

Hello, my niece.

Hello, Uncle.

Been a while.

Yeah.

This is a men's sacred place.

You know you shouldn't be here.

This is police business now.

Did you authorize the removal of that vehicle?

You just compromised the investigation.

I compromised it?

Why you gotta complicate things?

It's a car accident.

Are you sure about that?

Have a look.

She would have seen the sign and knew that there was

Men's Business happening.

What was she doing here?

When she wakes up, you ask her.

Hey.

I've already taken photos.

But take more if you want.

There's another set of tracks here.

That's the track of the men who found her.

They picked her up and took her to the health clinic

at Perdar Theendar.

The men found her?

What'd they think about her being here?

They weren't happy.

They found her lying on the ground, bleeding.

They found her lying in the dirt?

Not in the car?

That's what they reckon.

How did she get outside of the car?

I don't know.

There was another car here.

There are tracks there, and over there.

There's a lot of motorcar tracks.

So Mariah was driving really fast around the corner.

She loses traction, hits the tree.

Those tracks over there indicate

that there was someone following behind her.

Maybe they were chasing her.

Look, sorry to interrupt you two.

I've gotta go back into town. Got heaps of work on, all right?

Yeah, the damage is already done.

Vinnie, you right to go, bruz?

Put it on.

I need to talk to the men who found her.

Yep!

He's with your cousin now.

You sure you want to talk to him?

Okay, you talk to him.

But I need to know exactly where Mariah was when they found her.

Anything else?

And if they saw another vehicle out there.

What'd he say?

They found the girl.

The car was on fire.

Saw her on the ground,

picked her up, took her to the clinic.

How many men were out there?

A few.

How long were they out in the desert for?

Couple of weeks.

Couple of weeks?

I thought Men's Business went for months.

Modern world catching up.

Like microwave, everything's flat out.

What about the tracks?

Did Broderick see another car?

I told you.

They didn't see any cars, headlights or tracks. Nothing.

Did you ask him?

Get the fuck outta here!

- Get out of here! - Get! Get!

Are you going to do something?

He's your brother, you do something.

Hello.

Get out of here!

Fuck off, Brendan! Come on. Get outta here.

Get the fuck outta here!

You off to see your mother?

I'm not here to catch up with family.

She's at the art centre.

Fuck off!

Get out of here.

This isn't a motorbike track to ride around on.

Piss off home, Keithy.

Hello, Apenange.

Been too long.

Come and see your mother.

She's waiting inside.

Think you're too good for us?

Don't forget about me,

I'm the one that carried you.

You should've come to say hello to me first.

Yeah, I know, Mum.

I'm sorry.

Wow.

This is beautiful.

We're taking this to Paris.

Paris?

We painting biggest story, a love story.

We're going with Eileen, the big story owner.

Might find myself a French husband.

You already got a fella, Eileen!

Who's taking you?

I am.

Nice to see you again, Apenange.

You too, Isabelle.

Hey, you got to call her sister.

Well, yaya, what's your cut?

How much are you giving back to your bush family?

Pull up now, you got no shame.

It's all good, Mum.

If you must know, my fee is 60%.

If you're that interested,

I could sell you one at family rates.

How much?

For family?

$45,000, $50,000?

Do you know what this is about?

Yeah, of course.

You've got boomerangs.

Spears.

Digging sticks, grinding stones, shields.

Men and women together.

Hunting and traveling from waterhole to waterhole.

Almost.

It's actually young people, hunting in the sandhills.

It also talks about how they used to walk around, naked,

and how they'd swim together

and make love by the waterholes.

It's beautiful, huh?

Great.

I gotta go, Mum.

I love you.

See yas.

I'm Karl. Karl Roberts.

Government Business Manager.

This is Xavier Apeltherre.

He's one of the senior men in the community.

- I'm Detective... - Yeah, we know who you are.

You should know better than to walk around here

without telling the elders first.

You got no respect.

He knows who I am.

He knows he's not supposed to talk to me.

I'm Apenange.

He's Apeltherre.

We're not even supposed to be in the same space together.

Pull your finger out, Karl.

Oh, and unlock the basketball courts

so the kids can play on them.

Detective.

If you need a hand with anything,

I'm happy to help.

Be careful.

What are they gonna do?

Cause big trouble.

Hello. Detective Toni Alma.

Is everything all right?

Can she talk?

Thank you for that. I'll call you in the morning.

Looks like Mariah's gonna be okay.

You should go back to town.

I'll look after things.

You trying to get rid of me?

Poor thing, what about your boyfriend?

Won't he have dinner waiting for you?

Rhonda said I have to be here for at least 48 hours.

What for?

Long story.

You hear that, my girl?

You gonna come home... soon.

Hello, I'm here.

Come to see if you'd have a cup of tea with me.

Yeah.

I saw Brendan today.

Yeah. And?

Oh, he a real 'nother kind, Mum.

Leave him, he's all right.

No, he's not.

He needs to snap out of it.

Who's gonna look after him when you go to Paris?

No.

No. He's not staying with me.

I'm not looking after him.

He can stay in town,

with you and your whitefella.

He'll run amok in town.

He's running amok here.

He's your brother.

Well, he's your son.

Take him to Paris with you and his gamin' yaye, Isabelle.

Leave Isabelle alone, she's okay.

Is she?

She just like all them others leaching off you mob.

We need those people to help us.

She looks after us.

You having a baby?

No.

I used to have milk.

But when I was pregnant with you,

the thought of it made me sick.

Well, I'm sorry to disappoint you, Mum.

Where's this little one going to grow up?

Hope you're not taking him to Melbourne,

with your whitefella.

Hey!

Hey!

What, you not allowed to come round and say hello?

Oh, I'm sorry.

Jacinta, this meat's nearly ready.

Is that Antonia?

- Yeah. - My baby girl!

Oh, look at you!

How old are you now?

- 6. - 6?

Here, she's 6 years old?

Gosh, she's so big.

Come and sit here on Auntie's lap.

- I've missed you. - You here for that girl, eh?

Mariah?

Yeah.

Poor thing, how is she?

It's looking good.

She'll be right by morning.

Oh, that's good.

Broderick say anything?

He was with the men.

He found her.

They took her to the clinic.

Pull up, you not policeman now.

Switch off.

All right, all right.

You should come hunting with us.

Hey, you see these hands?

They're crime-fighting hands now.

I can't go hunting.

Your last vodka for now.

Your niece is causing a lot of trouble.

She won't be here for long.

They say that girl in hospital will wake up tomorrow.

What if she says something?

She won't say anything.

- You sure? - I'm sure.

Okay.

Antonia, can you go inside?

Go inside.

You stink like grog.

Shut your fuckin' hole.

Come on now, Keithy.

Keithy, go inside and go to sleep.

- Fuck off! - Hey! Hey!

Don't you dare disrespect your mother like...

Toni, leave it! Leave it!

- Ah, fuck off! Lemme go! - Nah, don't do that.

He just needs some sleep, that's all.

Toni, let him go, please.

I thought it was a dry community.

Arrwa. It is.

Well, it's not a good look, local copper drinking.

It's only you and me.

Who else do you drink with?

What, you a policeman?

Jacinta shouldn't have to put up with that shit from Keithy.

Why don't you do something about it?

He's a good boy.

He's not usually like this.

What do you mean?

There's a lot going on around here.

Everyone's upset for that little girl.

Did Keithy know Mariah?

Little bit, I suppose.

A little bit?

He's just feeling sad

about that girl.

When something happens round here,

we all feel responsible.

Mariah Cawood passed away first thing this morning.

Oh, shit.

Okay.

I've been looking through Mariah's medical file.

The injuries she sustained, plus those photos you sent me,

the tire tracks at the crash site,

the fact she was somewhere she wasn't supposed to be.

I don't think it was just an accident.

Exactly.

If someone else was involved,

we're dealing with a potential homicide.

I'm sending out another detective to assist you.

Sure.

Who is it?

We can't say Mariah's name anymore.

We call her Kumantjayi, or M.

I get it.

Don't let anyone give you a skin name, whatever you do.

What do you mean?

I've already got one.

Yeah, but now that we're not together

it's best you don't have one.

What's the fuckin' point of having a skin name

if I can just give it back?

Why can't you give yours back?

I can't.

You can 'cause you're white.

Look, the advantage of being white is you can talk to anyone.

Otherwise, there's no point in you being here.

That love magic must be working.

You and your white fella

should hurry up and make a baby.

It's okay, leave it alone.

Any of you know who

Kumantjayi's been hanging out with?

Ask your brother, Brendan.

Hey, Viv.

Hey, you don't need to avoid me.

We broke up.

Yep, I'm not your son-in-law anymore.

What's your white fella on about?

Mum, he's not my white fella any more.

Hey.

Isabelle can't find Eileen.

You mob seen her?

I went to pick her up but she's not at home.

Her family don't know where she is.

Well, something's wrong.

Eileen wouldn't just not show up.

She really wants to go to Paris.

We can't go without our star painter.

Is there any chance this is connected to Kumantjayi's death?

She might be feeling sorry for that girl.

Where do you think she is?

Don't worry.

If she's with other family, I'll find her.

We need to have a look at her room.

Hey, we need a list of all of her friends and her workmates.

Did she have a boyfriend?

No, there's no boyfriend.

There's no bloody girlfriend, either.

Leave youse to it.

Where the hell would she wear these?

Bingo.

Where would Mariah get this much cash?

I don't know.

There's over $15,000 there.

A teenager with this much hidden money

suggests something illegal.

Drugs.

Gambling.

Selling stolen goods.

Yeah, well, she wouldn't do that.

She's a good girl.

Yeah?

You didn't know she was sneaking out to Perdar Theendar.

You didn't know about the money.

Then you tell me.

You go and find out why she died,

and you come and tell me.

Okay?

Fuck you.

Thanks.

Hey!