All language subtitles for True Colours S01E03

Brendan!

This is all your fault!

You could have killed him.

Go, I don't even
want to look at you.

Sorry.

What's going on with you?

Sort yourself out.

Supposed to be in rehab.

Supposed to be safe.

Big liar!

Big-time policewoman.

You think we're all stupid, eh?

What's the problem?

They're upset because I didn't
tell them that I lost him.

You didn't lose him, he ran,
because he's a murder suspect.

What? No.

What are you talking about?

It's alright. We're here.

Okay, Brendan, we've gotta
ask you some questions.

He's too sick. He nearly died.

Mum, we need to do this.

Officially.

We'll wait outside.

Okay.

So...

what happened
between you and Bull?

He wanted to know
if I slept with Kumantjayi.

What'd you tell him?

Lies. That I didn't.

Did he believe you?

Musta.
Roughed me up a bit,

then left me
at the boundary gates.

What happened after that?

I was trying to take a shortcut.

Got lost. Can't remember.

Still drunk.

When was the last time
you saw her?

I told you before.

Sunday night, at Mum's?

You told me you had sex
with her.

Then you got wild
and went after her.

I didn't.

She just left.

We had a fight.

What about?

She was getting texts
from someone.

I don't know.

- I gotta go.
- Give me your phone.

I tried to grab her phone.

She just took off.

You come back here!

Oi! Come back here!

Then you followed her?

Nah, just went my own way.

Where?

Xavier's.

Alright, we'll have
to check that out.

Oh, and we're gonna need
fingerprints and DNA,

so don't go anywhere.

Look after yourself, Brendan.

These people
are still essentially primitive.

Okay, that sounded bad.

I didn't mean it
the way you think.

My French associate struggles.
She doesn't understand.

She doesn't understand
us primitives?

Oh, we're so lucky to have you,
aren't we?

Look, Eileen is still missing.

I need police help to find her.

She'll turn up when
she wants to be found.

She wants to talk to me.

See all these kids?

They're my family.

They M's family, too.

The little ones keep asking...

"What happened to big Sister M?"

You know...

you've gotta find
that killer soon.

I'm trying really hard.

Everyone's
saying it's your brother.

Gossip's not gonna help anyone.

We need proof.

You know it's not just your job
to sort that killer.

It's my job, too.

I know your family
needs justice.

Yeah.

Well, I'm gonna kill it,
that killer.

What about the kinship laws?

Fuckin' kinship laws.

Toni.

Come on, Nick.
We got work to do.

No.

I have to know
what Xavier has to say.

You will.
Me and Nick will tell you.

Eileen's still missing.

Why don't you concentrate
on finding her?

'Cause she is fine.

How do you know
if you haven't found her?

You want me to check
on Brendan's alibi or not?

Eileen?

A lot of
people are worried about you.

Yeah, silly buggers.

They know that I'm working.

Is there a reason you're not
painting for Isabelle anymore?

Do you know what happened

to that young girl?

Theadora's family wants to know.

What happened to her?

I wish I could help.

Well, Brendan, Keithy, and X-Man
and Karl were all together.

From 8:00 to about 2:00
in the morning.

Doing what?

Fixing Keithy's car.

So they're all lying.

S'pose you want me to
find Eileen for you.

Sure.

How did Samuel handle Xavier?

Was he genuinely
chasing answers?

You really don't trust
your uncle, do ya?

We know Brendan was with Mariah,

so those fellas
are covering something up.

And Samuel's letting them.

Okay.

So how do we find out
who's telling the truth?

- Hello!
- Hey!

- It's Toni.
- Oh.

Hello.

We're trying to
track down Keithy.

Is he around?

What?

We just want to confirm
where he was the night

Kumantjayi was killed.

He was here with us all night.

True?

Xavier told Nick that he was
at his place all night.

So someone's got it wrong.

You fucking tricked me.

Why didn't you say
Keithy had an alibi?

You too.

Jacinta, please.

I need you to speak English
so Nick can understand.

We're doing
official police work.

Official police work?

Does that give you permission

to walk inside my house?

So you don't know where he was?

You just picking on Keithy

'cause he's been drunk
for a few days.

What happened that made him
start drinking again?

Okay, so what now?

Shit.

Oi.

What gave you the authority
to wipe out a crime scene?

Those roads have been shithouse
for 10 years.

You should be thanking me
for getting them fixed.

No one else has bothered
to do it.

It was organized six months ago.

And if the powers-that-be
had gotten their shit together,

Mariah never would have
had her accident.

It wasn't an accident.

Mariah was chased down
and murdered.

And someone's trying
to cover that up.

I have lived in this community
for a very long time.

And unlike you,
people actually talk to me.

And straight up,
no one wants you here,

meddling in our affairs.

If I find a skerrick of evidence

that you're involved
in a cover-up,

I'll be back to charge you
as an accessory.

Accessory carries jail time.

You're looking at seven years.

Good luck with that.

That guy's supposed to be
looking after

the whole community?

You alright?

You know we can leave it there
for today if you want.

You know, we never searched
Mariah's car.

No.

What's that?

I might do this one alone.

Could be a women's
only gathering.

Yeah, I figured.

Sit down with us.

- Artwe.
- Artwe.

- Arlhe.
- Arlhe.

You know, Theadora needs to know

how Kumantjayi passed away.

I'm trying to help her.

That's good, poor thing.

Can you tell me anything
about this?

Where it's come from?

Who's done it?

What do you reckon?

Nah! I don't know.

Here, have a look at this.

It's not an artist
from Perdar Theendar?

That's tourist thing. Rubbish.

Wait. Can I have a look?

The material's old.

It's... It's linen, not canvas.

And the paint's ochre.

- Arlhe.
- Arlhe.

Arlhe.

It's possible it could be
one of the paintings

from Perdar Theendar
from the 1960s.

It could be one of
the first-generation painters.

Do you think
there could be others?

Where did you get this from?

All this stuff that Isabelle
is saying,

how come youse
don't know about it?

It's really old.

Our old people
must have painted it.

Alright, I'll get someone else
to help me then.

Here, give it back to me.

Toni. That painting?

If we could find the whole
thing, that's the holy grail.

It would be
absolutely priceless.

It's none of your business.

You got a message.

Yeah, who from?

The ante-natal clinic.

Apparently you've got
an appointment.

I was... I was gonna tell you.

How long have you known?

I'm eight weeks pregnant.

I've known for a month.

You wanna do everything
on your own? Fine.

Looks like we'll have to

sing stronger love magic
for them.

Found our sister's killer yet?

Taking too long.

If it was your
family, you'd be done by now.

Hey, leave her alone!

We'll fix it ourselves.

Smell good?

About time.

Where you been?

Show me that.

You can't see this.

Hey, you
can't take that. It's evidence.

These paintings are
serious stuff, men's business.

You're crazy walking around
with that.

Too fuckin' dangerous.

Where'd you get it from?

If you tell me
where it comes from,

I'll tell you where I found it.

Okay.

How does this sound?

The paintings were found
in the boot of M's car

the night of the accident.

Broderick and the men
saw the fire and rescued them.

Broderick's hand is burned.

The only thing you have to know,

they were hidden
in a safe place.

I found a bit of the painting
in the wreck of M's car.

So someone stole the paintings
from that secret place.

Any fingerprints
from the hiding place?

Couldn't.

Leave it to me.

Go visit your mother.

Fantasia.

Can I talk to you for a minute?

You two looked friendly.

- What'd he want?
- Nothing.

I just wanted to get the keys
for the basketball courts.

Careful he doesn't want anything
in return.

Was Brendan jealous
of Kumantjayi?

Course.

Whenever she'd get a text,
he'd go mad.

Who'd be texting her?

All the blokes had the hots
for her.

Did she ever get them
to do stuff for her?

Yep.

Whatever she wanted,
whenever she wanted.

Hey, Nick, can you call me back
when you get this?

You happy now?

I didn't mean to.

Our men take care
of this business.

I promise,
I wasn't spying on you.

Leave it alone.

Who would hide
secret sacred stuff

in a car wreck, anyway?

Cattle own our land
and caves now.

They're safer here.

Who else knows about
the hiding place?

Is it just the men
in our family?

These prints will tell us who.

We all own them.
We're allowed to handle them.

And what, give them
to Kumantjayi for her to sell?

Yeah, I didn't think so.

Leave it.
Don't you worry about it.

Everything'll be okay.

Okay?

And what about Kumantjayi?

Nothing is okay until
we find out who murdered her.

Hey, if you understood
your culture properly,

then you would know
stealing those paintings

is as bad as murder.

And that's why she was killed.

Don't you see?

One of the men in our family
stole the paintings.

What if he had second thoughts
and went after her?

Hey, anyone could have
stolen them paintings.

Like I said,
they're not locked up.

Besides, I guarantee you,
none of our men killed her.

And how would you know that?

Because if they did,

that girl's body would
never, ever be found.

I guess we'll find out,
won't we?

Turn around, turn around!

Dangerous men!
Don't go that way.

Hey,
it's not yours. Take it down.

You're a real dog.
That's men's painting.

Take this painting down.

It's not good for a woman
and children to see.

Take it down now!

Take it down!

Help me!
Someone call the police!

I'm sorry, you can't have
this painting.

- It's too dangerous.
- Excuse me...

Run.
Take the painting and go.

Look, what the hell!

Why would you let that man
steal a painting?

Because it was already stolen.

It shouldn't have been
at that gallery.

So bring it in, put it in
evidence till we work it out.

I'm not even gonna look at
a sacred men's painting,

let alone touch it.

So why not get Nick
to bring it in?

Didn't you ask me
to keep the calm

on any potentially disruptive
cross-cultural situations?

- Yeah and...
- If that painting

was locked up in
the police station,

there'd be more than
a disruption.

I stopped a bloody war.

Well, that's not what
Liz Hindmarsh is saying.

She's saying she bought
that painting legitimately.

Some blackfellas came along,
threw a rock,

smashed a window, stole it,

and you let them.

Okay.

But if I'm right,

Liz Hindmarsh somehow is
involved in Mariah's death.

Prove it.

Nick, I'm sorry.
I should have told you.

Oh, about a little life-changing
thing like parenthood?

Why should I know
about that shit?

Good work, my niece.

The
painting's back in a safe place.

Hey, hang on.

I found your painting.

Now you gotta tell me
what you know.

I can't help you.

Catch you later.

We need to know who helped
Mariah steal the painting.

Well, I can't tell you that

because I didn't know
it was stolen.

Mariah brought me
that painting as a sample.

She said she could get
her hands on nine more.

And you said yes.

Liz, the artists
who painted the work

have been dead for decades.

The painting that you had
in your window is old.

Secret.

Worth a fortune.

You didn't know what you had.

Well, I would have had them all

if Mariah hadn't
backed out of the deal.

Sure.

Your lawyer can try
that line to the Magistrate.

Apparently someone else
was willing to pay more.

Who?

Who do you think?

So Mariah was driving
the paintings

out of Perdar Theendar
that night for Isabelle.

The Paris exhibition's
the perfect cover

to smuggle the paintings
out of the country.

Customers wouldn't even notice.

Bloody Isabelle.

Sucking up to the community
the whole time.

I should have guessed.

She's not here.

What the fuck?
This woman got no shame.

- What?
- The borders are black.

The artists here don't
paint them like that.

Okay. But can we focus
on one crime at a time?

So, where else would
they go to paint?

Enough is enough!

We need to know where Eileen is.

Her work is a very important
part of our exhibition.

You're like a fucking
mining company.

Can't take no for an answer.

Just tell me where she is.

Oh, my God.

Eileen!

I'm so glad to find you...

Go away.

I was so worried
about you. Are you okay?

I'm a grown woman.
Leave me alone.

Well, when will you come
and finish the work for Paris?

I've done that big one already.

I... I was hoping
you'd do some more.

No, I can't.
I'm working for Xavier now.

You don't own me.

And Xavier doesn't own me.

I've got a family to look after.

Just leave me alone.

Please, you must be able
to do something.

Oi!

I'm not doing anything illegal.

I gave Eileen a $10,000 car,

and she's painting for me
to pay it off, proper way.

Mass-producing Eileen's art
just devalues it.

We've seen your kind before.

Turning up here,
finding a Black man.

Having few kids.

Next minute, claiming country.

Can you help?

- We sure can.
- Oh, thank you so much.

I mean, someone has to save the
community from people like this.

Yeah, they sure do.

You're under arrest.

What?

- Come on.
- You...

- You've...
- Come on.

Fuck!

- What...
- Get in the car, Isabelle.

Come on.

Hey, what are you doing?

I'm under arrest!

Take her in.
I'll talk to him.

Come on.

I'll sort this out.

What are you doing?

We've been given information
that ties Isabelle

to the stolen paintings.

She has done a lot
for this community.

What have you done?

How close are you two?

She gonna stay around here
forever?

Move out to the outstation
with you?

Or what, write a book
about my family's songlines,

with all of her sexually
transmitted cultural knowledge?

It's none of your business
if she does.

Nuh.

You can't interview her.

I have a murder to solve.

So you had nothing to do
with the stolen paintings,

or wanting to smuggle them
out of the country?

So you think I enlisted Mariah

to ferry stolen
sacred paintings?

Why would I do such a thing?

We can't use her name.

It's either "Kumantjayi" or "M."

Or do you only use the right way

when you want to get
something out of it?

I've spent years working
alongside the people

of Perdar Theendar.

They are my very good friends.

Your mother is my bush mother.

Why would I jeopardize that?

I feel sick to my stomach
that you think

that I would do
something like that.

You arrested me.

Until I'm cleared,
my reputation is fucked.

We'll be right back.

The fingerprints Samuel got off
the wreck has a match.

Great. Who is it?

Who is it?

Here she is.

Number-one art detective.

Fingerprints have come back.

We know who stole
the paintings for Kumantjayi.

Who?

Keithy.

I had to let Isabelle go

till we can interview Keithy.

Samuel's gone to bring him in.

Hey.

At least it's not your brother.

Keithy's my nephew.

It's just as bad.

I'm sorry.

Between Samuel, the paintings,
and your family...

there's not a bit of this
that can be easy for you.

Samuel!

Samuel!

Samuel, you there?

Samuel!

It's Isabelle, let me in.

He's not there.

- Where is he?
- Busy.

You can't shut me off from him.

If Samuel didn't tell you
what he was doing,

maybe he's the one
who shut you off.

Eileen.

Not you again.

You're a real humbug.
What do you want?

You left the art center
to work for Xavier.

Is that because of Isabelle?

No.

You know Isabelle was
manipulating Mariah

to get her hands
on those sacred paintings.

Is that why you left?

You're a real nother kind, eh?

They're no good.

I don't want nothing to do
with that art center mob.

Did you ever see Isabelle
with Mariah?

Never. Not once.