All language subtitles for True Colours S01E04

You told us to leave it to you.

You said you'd bring him back.

Now he's dead.

What the fuck happened?

I went and looked for him...

In English.

I found him.

He knew he was in trouble.

He took off, crashed,

and now he's...

He finished up.

Did you go alone?

Did you take anyone with you?

Was he sung? Punishment for
stealing those paintings...

This is not
your business. Shut your mouth.

You got no fuckin' respect...

Don't you hide
behind our culture.

Sleeping with Isabelle.

Drinking.

You're full of shit.

You choose the cultural line
when it suits you.

I know where my line is.

I might have
broken whitefella law,

not my family law.

So this whole singing thing.

Is it, you know,

is that real?

Was he sung to death?

I'm guessing Keithy was the one

who slept with Mariah
that night.

So she was using him to get him
to steal the paintings.

He knew he did the wrong thing.

That's why he feels guilty.
That's why he's drinkin' more.

He was waiting to be found out,

waiting for punishment.

Did Samuel actually kill him?

Right, I'm gonna get out there

and we need to set up
a crime scene.

You think Samuel's gonna
show you the right spot?

Toni, it's possible that
your uncle killed a witness.

Go back to Alice
and keep Rhonda off our backs.

- Well, what are you gonna do?
- I'm gonna stay.

Find out what happened.

I've got something to show ya.

They match.

Whose are they?

Keithy's.

How do you know?

Hit play.

Why are you telling me this now?

This is the only way
to get rid of you.

You want evidence?
There it is.

Keithy killed Mariah.

Contrary to
what you think of me,

I actually listen to people.

I know when policeman come,
it's not good news.

Our investigation found a few
things about your niece's death.

It's not good.

She was stealing paintings
and selling them in town.

Jacinta's son
was mixed up in it all.

Something happened between them.

He chased after her.

She crashed into the tree.

They had a fight
and he hit her over the head.

I can't prove any of this.

So no one's going to court
or jail

for the death of your niece.

This is what I'll write up
in my report.

I'm sorry I couldn't do more.

I don't need
whitefella's justice.

We done this the proper way.

Blackfella way.

It's finished now.

Hey.

You okay?

Look at me.

Look at me.

Right, hold your arm.

I'm gonna get you
to sit down here, alright?

It's alright.

Hey! You right?

Hey.

Stay down, stay down.

I'm holding your neck.
That's it.

Stay down, stay there.

That's better.

I'm sorry.

Internal bleeding.

He lost too much blood.

Are you okay?

I've never had to do something
like that by myself before.

Unfortunately,
I see it too much.

Especially recently.

How come?

This last week or so,

we've had quite a few rollovers.

People coming from Alice, drunk.

What's happened
in the last week?

Do you keep stats on admissions?

It's the only thing
the government is interested in.

Statistics.

The government loves numbers.

When there's grog
coming into the community,

the rates of violence go up.

When it's not,
the rates go down.

The drinkers are either
in Alice,

or they're driving back drunk.

We know that Mariah
was taking paintings out.

But what if she was
bringing something else in?

People in the communities
spend big money on grog.

$300 on a bottle of vodka,

$200 on a carton of beer.

Okay.

But Mariah was underage.

Yeah.

So there's no way she'd be able
to get that much

from a bottle shop.

No more bullshit, right?

I heard the rumor.

That little prick Keithy's
killed my daughter, hasn't he?

- Is it true?
- It's an ongoing investigation.

That's fuckin' bullshit.

Keithy's dead.

Well, he got off lightly then,
didn't he?

He's lucky I didn't get
my two hands on him.

'Cause I would have done
20 years, no problem.

Okay, Bull.

We need to know
who does your accounts.

No one.

Mariah had the head for numbers,
didn't she, so she did 'em.

You wouldn't mind us running
our eyes over them, would you?

- You wanna check my accounts?
- Mm.

They're on the computer
out the back.

Come on.

Let me know how you go.

You're not coming?

Nah, something about these
paintings are bugging me.

Alright.

I'm not a bad person, you know.

I didn't say anything.

Didn't have to.

5 bucks a painting,
that's all I make.

Barely covers my costs.

Mariah's still dead.

Don't you throw that at me.

I'm not exploiting people.

If anything,
I'm providing a service.

Really?

Not everyone can be like
the Isabelles of the world,

swan in here with
their international money

and connections.

And not every artist
is in that league.

So where do they go?

Hey, I'm helping the artist.

Hello.

Hello, my girl.

That one giving you cheek?

Nothing. She right.

You wanna buy a painting?

This one is my country.
Lrlwentye.

Yeah, they're beautiful.

But I'm actually looking for
this lady right here, Yvette.

Do you know her?

Hey, what you wanna buy her
painting for and not mine?

No, I don't wanna buy
her paintings.

I just wanna talk to her.

I don't know Yvette.

Yvette got the sugar.

Her daughter brings her
in town for dialysis.

Which clinic?

You big shot, figure it out.

Hello.

Hello.

Mickey?

Whoa!

You're my right skin lady.
Could be my number two wife.

What if I already got a husband?

I'll flog him.

Hey, behave.

Does this old lady come in here?

Nah, I haven't seen her around.

I've seen her
at the other place.

Which one?

That east side one.

Thank you.

You come for another visit
one day.

Maybe.

Hey! Stop.

Can I have a drink of water?

Oh, I hate needles.

What kind of doctor
doesn't like needles?

I'm not a doctor.

I'm a detective.

I saw some of Yvette's paintings
at the Saltbush.

I just wanna have a yarn.

What kinda yarn?

Your mum can't even hold
a cup of water.

So I'm wondering how
she can hold a paintbrush.

See, in this painting,

there's fine lines,
dots, no smudge.

Your mum, she's putting her name
on paintings

that she physically
could not have done.

Well, she's an old lady.

It's fraud.

She could go to jail.

Why this policeman

want to lock up an old lady for?

She's talking rubbish,

you not going to jail.

You wanna lock my mother up?

What about those white people?

They make $500
from a $50 painting.

She hasn't painted in years.

Someone used to come around
with paintings.

Get Mum to hold them,
take photos,

and they'd give her $200.

That's the only way
we could pay for dialysis.

But dialysis is free.

We need money for fuel
to get here.

So who was the someone
who was bringing paintings?

That young girl.

She passed away now.

Bull's daughter.

Fuck off!

What do you fuckin' want?

This is bordering on
police harassment now, hey?

You can't just walk in here
like you own the place, hey?

You're not in the outback now.
Fuck, woman!

Whose country you painting?

Is that your country?

Don't look at him.

Whose country are you painting?

Nuh?

What about you?

You wanna tell me the story
of this painting?

Is that your story?

So what's your story?

Ripping off old ladies?

Paying backpackers
to do paintings for you?

Using your own daughter
to take it to Yvette

to authenticate them?

What kind of scum does that?

Why don't you get off
your high horse?

It's fraud.

Jail.

Charge me.

You know, go on, just charge me.

'Cause then you gotta go
and charge

all those galleries in the mall,

'cause they're doing
the same shit.

None of them are using
European backpackers

and pretending that
they're 70-year-old

Aboriginal artists.

I've referred Bull
to the Fraud Squad,

but we need to focus
on Mariah's death.

It's gotta be connected somehow.

You find anything
in Bull's accounts?

Yeah, I did, actually.

So Mariah had
quite the system going.

She did the weekly orders
for the Saltbush,

but every week, five bottles
of vodka, five cartons of beer,

and five casks of wine
wouldn't make it

from the order list
into the Saltbush inventory.

So the night she died,

she was taking grog in
and paintings out.

Yeah, probably.

That's just another side hustle.

It's got nothing to do with
Keithy or why he killed her.

If he killed her.

Look, I was thinking
about what you said.

Maybe it wasn't Keithy at all.

The tires on Keithy's car here?

I don't think they're the ones
you found in the gully.

Why not?

Well, these are more like
road tires.

You know, for sealed roads.

Something's not right.

You're right.

They're not a match.

So it wasn't Keithy's car
that chased down Mariah.

It doesn't look like it.

That tread's clear.

It's new.

The only people with new tires
are Karl, Xavier,

but we've already checked them.

There must be
one four-wheel drive

around here with new tread.

Shit.

I need to do this by myself.

Who does the roster
for the Night Patrol?

Those tires match the tracks
on the basketball court

made by Jacinta's son's car.

How'd they end up
on your troopy?

They were swapped over.

When?

Did you chase down M?

Is that what happened?

What about you?

What kind you,

stand over old ladies?

Who swapped the tires over?

Who was driving the car?

It was me.

What?

No, no, you...

I knew what she was doing.

She brought grog here.
Took her own people's money.

I waited for her,
I waited a long time.

I watched her drop the grog off
at the creek.

Then I lost her.

I waited until she came back
from Alice Springs.

I chased her, then she crashed.

I got out of the car,

then the fire started.

She went to the boot.

That's when I saw them.

Them paintings.

She shouldn't have
them paintings.

That's men's lore.

That's blackfella lore.

That's my lore!

I had to finish her.

You said you were
with Isabelle that night.

I was.

Later.

You can't do this.

You can't lock him up.

He's your uncle. The boss of us.
He's done nothing wrong.

I don't believe
that you killed that girl.

Hey...
Please. Don't do this.

Please don't do this.

You big detective.

Do your job.

Locking up your own uncle.

They don't teach that.

You could have easily
looked away, let this disappear,

but you didn't.

I've gotta respect that, Toni.
So should you.

Why you frightened of me?

You told me none of the men
in our family

could have killed Kumantjayi,

because if they did,

no one would be able
to find her body.

That girl...

Did the wrong thing.

There's only one person
you'd take a murder charge for.

I need to show you something.

This is our
grandfather's country,

your country.

When I die,

you and your little one

will be responsible
for our country.

She broke the law
taking those paintings.

She took our story.

It was my job to stop her.

They were men's stories,
not women's stories.

What were you doing
looking after men's stories?

It's all our stories.

Family stories.

Go on, get him.

Slow down.
What kind of driver are you?

Get us killed.

Hey, pull up now.
We can't go there. Stop.

I don't care. I'm gonna get
them people with that grog!

Poor thing, what happened?

They smashed the tree!

What the fuck do youse want?

She's a proper cheeky one.

Leave me alone!

Viv, let's go.

That's the ceremony men
coming back.

Come on, Viv, let's go!

Come on, Viv, let's go!

You got to come with us.

You can't look
at men's story paintings.

That's my family's story.

Where'd you get them?

Shut up, old lady.

They're mine now!

Viv, that mob is coming.

We can't leave her here.

These men can
take her to the clinic.

This girl is making
big trouble. We gotta go.

Did she have to die?

I didn't mean to kill her.

I have to arrest you.

Listen to me.

Take me to Theadora.

Let's do it whitefella way.

You know
we have to do it blackfella way.

It will stop this business.

Your mother done
the right thing.

It's over.

Business finished.

All good now.

How is it finished?

I get that your mum didn't
mean to kill Mariah,

but you need to let
the courts judge her crime.

My mother's been punished.

Mariah's family don't
want her to go to jail.

Okay.

But how the hell are we
going to convince Rhonda?

It was the Night Patrol women

who were chasing Mariah
that night.

She knew she was in trouble.

After crashing the car,
she made a run for it.

She tripped over
and hit her head on a rock.

Do we have the rock?

No.

The crime scene was completely
destroyed by roadworks.

So why would your uncle confess?

Samuel's the boss
for our family.

He's our kwertengerle,

the caretaker for the paintings.

And where are the paintings now?

In a safe place.

You said for community,

stealing those paintings
is as bad as murder.

Someone on the outside
had the money

and the knowledge
to manipulate Mariah

into betraying her culture.

That person's still out there.

It has to be Isabelle.

How are you going?

Good.

How well did M know Isabelle?

They don't even know each other.

You never saw them together?

Did M mention Isabelle?

What, you got no ears?

That night that you two
were together,

you said that
she got a text message.

Yeah?

Who from?

I don't know.

So she didn't say anything?

Nothing. She just took off.

Do you know where she went?

We gotta find out who sent
Mariah that text that night.

Do you know the password
to my phone?

Yeah.

And I know yours.

Dimples.

Ah...

Never mind.

How's it going?

Good. Why?

I've been thinking about
your cousin sister, M.

Inside here is a part of a story
that we're still looking for.

Lots of stories in there.

Not for anyone else.

I'm just looking for one.

What's that one?

Who texted M the night
she crashed her car?

Do you want to help M?

Nobody can help her.

She's finished now.

Somebody got her into trouble,

and I wanna find that somebody
before they do it again.

Do you know the password?

She didn't have one.

But the phone's locked.

Fingerprint lock.

We shared it.

There it is.

8:00.

And what's that name?

Arerte akaperte.
It means "mad in the head."

Isabellle?

Sounds like it.

There's some messages here
in Arrernte.

What's it say?

"Where are you? I'm waiting.

Get those paintings to me now."

It's ringing.

Saltbush Backpackers.

Hindmarsh was small time.

You know, and I knew
we could do better, so...

I said we sell 'em down south,
you know,

find a big player
and we'd make a killing.

And we just cut that bloody
Liz out, you know.

I said,
"Bring the paintings to me."

You killed her.

Fuck, what?

She died because of you.

Don't you dare do that, right?

Well, I know what happened.

Yeah, the Night Patrol vehicle.

Yeah, those crazy women.

They run her down.

But it was your mother.

It was your mother that hit her.

Because she saw the paintings.

She saw what Mariah
was taking out there, for you.

Don't you dare put that
on me, right?

No?

You were married to Clarabelle.

You lived out at
Perdar Theendar.

You know what those paintings
are and what they mean.

Did you teach
your daughter that?

You taught your daughter
nothing but disrespect.

Getting those backpackers
to create fake art,

that taught your daughter
to disrespect her people,

her culture.

You can tell the police
what you know.

You can have my mother charged.

But you know in your heart.

You broke your daughter.

- Hey.
- Hey.

Nick, there's something
we need to talk about.

I have a prenatal checkup
in the morning.

You can come if you want.

It's up to you if you want to be
a part of the chaos.

I knew Xavier and Karl

was getting grog from that girl.

And they were selling it.

I could've done something,
but I didn't.

I was weak. For a bottle of grog
I kept my mouth shut.

No matter what you do,

if people want grog
they'll get it.

I told myself

it's better
they get their grog here

than go to town

and drive back drunk.

What does that achieve?

Is it a good thing
that Perdar Theendar's dry?

I dunno, ask the experts.

They know everything.

Either way
people still gonna get hurt.

You still haven't told me
what happened, have you?

What happened to Keithy?

Modern world.

Everyone thinks they have
the right to know everything.

I'm a detective.

I need to know everything.

No you don't.

You have the right

to some knowledge.

Some things...

they're not for everyone.