Around the Block Page #4

Anything else?

Smile.

Right.

Next.

Very nice,

thank you.

Next.

Wait, one more.

Thank you.

All right, next.

Action!

That you're half

of the flesh

And blood that makes

me whole

Whoa

I need you so

Yeah

So take these broken wings

And learn to fly again

Learn to live so free

And when we hear

The voices sing

The book of

love will open up

And let us in

So take these broken wings

And learn to fly again

So for Hamlet,

who's still dealing

With the death

of the father...

(Bell ringing)

There's a full

read-through tomorrow.

We'll pick it up then.

Hey.

Hey.

Are you doing anything

this afternoon?

Uh, no.

Why?

Got a read-through tomorrow.

Just wondering if,

I don't know,

we could go over some stuff?

Fortinbrass

has my dying voice.

So tell him, with the occurrents

more and less.

Which have solicited,

The rest is silence.

Now cracks a noble heart.

Good night, sweet prince.

And flights of angels

sing thee to thy rest.

What happens now?

You're dead.

You know your lines

all right.

You're a freak.

It's weird, eh,

how much you remember

from when you're little.

What do you mean?

Oh, I used to listen

to my uncle reads his lines

Over and over

when he did Hamlet.

They rehearsed just

across the water.

All that

for his dad, hey?

Oh, he didn't have

much choice, but.

What do you mean?

You know,

duty and stuff.

Don't know if I'd do

the same for my dad.

I reckon you would.

What?

Dying for him?

It's not like it's going

to bring him back.

Besides,

he wouldn't want me to.

How do you know?

Because I know

he loves me.

I found out

where Barry Griffen's living.

Yeah?

Eastern suburbs.

I'm gonna pay him

a little visit,

and I need you there.

There's talk of another

riot coming up.

That's our chance.

While the cops have

their hands full here...

Bang.

What about Dad?

This is for Dad,

you d*ckhead.

Dad and Uncle Charlie.

We gotta show 'em...

we're still in charge.

Then what do

you need me for?

To drive.

You won't even be

in the house.

I don't have a license.

We're gonna go

shoot this f***er,

And you're worried about

not having a license?

Jase might come too,

But I don't what no one else

knowing nothin', okay?

You can't trust anyone.

Don't have a license.

You got a blackfella's

license, don't ya?

Take up the bodies.

Such a sight as this

becomes the field,

But here shows much amiss.

Go, bid the soldiers shoot.

Okay, what do we think

of the end of the play?

CASEY:
It sucks.

It totally sucks,

but that's what

makes it a tragedy.

And what about

Hamlet's state of mind?

Do you guys think he was

really mad, or insane?

He... he pretends to be mad

so no one suspects him.

Maybe.

Or maybe so he doesn't have

to take action at all.

Wasn't it only when Laertes

wanted to fight Hamlet

That he was forced

to respond?

Liam?

In Act 3, the King says,

"Madness in great ones

should not unwatched go."

What does he mean

by this?

There's a reason

for him being mad.

And the king knows it.

That's why Shakespeare has

lasted all these years,

Because he can be

interpreted in so many ways.

Like a deadly MC, Miss.

Open to interpretation.

CHALMERS:

That's exactly right.

Or any great work of art.

It's through art

that we can escape,

That we can experience

a sense of freedom.

People use art to try

to effect change.

Shakespeare

used the theater

To express his view on

Morality, beauty, politics.

Other artists use music,

Photography, painting,

Even movies.

Okay, today,

I want each of you

to write a letter

To someone important

in your life,

A special guest

that you'd like to invite

To come and see our play, okay?

It can be anyone, sports star,

a politician, your mom, dad.

I'm going to write

to the Minister for Education

as my special guest.

If you don't know

the address,

You have two days

to get them to me.

I will be sending

these letters out

with invitations on Friday.

CASEY:

Dear Prime Minister,

I am 16 years old,

Of Kamilaroi

and Wiradjuri tribes.

I am writing

to invite you

To our school's production

of Hamlet,

Which will be performed

at our NAIDOC week.

DREW:
I play football

for the Redfern All Blacks,

And I am your biggest fan.

I am writing

to invite you

To our school's production

of Hamlet.

All right,

when you're ready.

JOSEPH:
Dear Mum,

I'm not sure

where you are right now...

But I would like to invite you

as my special guest.

I miss you so much.

WILLIEMAI:

Dear Minister Johnson,

I am a descendant

of the Gadigal

and Arinda clans,

And a student

at Redfern High.

We are showcasing a Hamlet

performance at NAIDOC week,

And I want to invite you

as my special guest.

(Applause)

(Burps)

You still looking

for a house, Simo?

Mm, we are mate, yeah.

We can't afford anything

in Sydney, though.

Prices are out of control,

you know, so...

You should have a little look

around the Block in Redfern.

All the Abos keep

the prices down.

Chris!

Dino, you'd be used to it,

teaching all the Abos at school.

Hey, how do you, ah,

keep them from sniffing

all the petrol from your car?

Stop it!

Shut up, Chris.

Baby, he's only

mucking around.

Oh, and that makes

it all right?

Yeah, I'm allowed to.

I'm one-eighth Aboriginal.

Yeah, and seven-eighths

a**hole.

Oh.

You might wanna keep

a little eye on your missus, Si.

Think she might be

rootin' a blackfella.

Chris, I think...

Dino!

I'm so sorry, mate.

I'm...

Dino, baby!

Hey! Why are you

walking so fast?

Come on.

Forget it, Simon.

Just leave me alone.

Hey, hey hey.

He's hammered.

He's hammered.

He didn't mean it, okay?

Since when is that an excuse

for becoming a racist prick?

It's not, but he's

my boss, so...

And you can't have

a mind of your own?

No, it's not like that.

You laughed.

You laughed.

Oh, I can't...

I can't do this.

I...

What can't you do?

What are you talking about?

Come on, what?

No, I don't...

I don't want this.

I don't...

I don't want this life.

Dino, come on, baby.

No, I can't be

your little missus,

And go to lunches

and barbecues every Sunday,

And...

I don't belong

in your world.

I'm sorry.

Wish me luck!

What's that sound?

Step up or step down

you left fronting?

You're bound

to be a letdown

You call that killer sh*t?

We call that killing time

It's AC Kween G

and the Sunshyne

Dinner time

for these flesh-eating MCs

Sh*t's so tasty,

fresh and tempting

Hey, Miss?

Just wondering if the boys

can do a piece.

Huh?

Some paintings.

Help us with the sets.

Oh, yeah.

Sure, come on in.

You too, Uncle Rex.

Come on, help out.

Ah, yes, well, you got

that right

Everybody likes music

But they've got their type,

mine is good music

What about you, miss?

The type of music that

moves and uplifts?

Where you from?

Where you going?

What's that?

Where you at?

I'm right here

Where you from?

Where you going?

What's that?

Where you at?

I'm right here

Where you from?

Where you going?

What's that?

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