Bran Nue Dae Page #2

But you still never tell me

your name.

My name is William Johnson.

My name is Steven Johnson.

I'm your uncle.

I reckon your mummy

must be my sister brother

and I bin call him sister

but she bin call you uncle.

So that's how come

I'm your sist...sist...sist...

Yeah, I'm your uncle, OK?!

Uncle Tadpole.

Uncle Tadpole.

Hey, you got any tucker?

Now, what they bin doing to you,

boy? They bin hit you?

No. I've been running

from boarding school.

How come?

What you been doing wrong?

I don't wanna talk about it.

They been starving you, hey?

Yeah, that's the trouble.

You never get enough tucker,

you never get enough beer

and you never get

enough womans, eh?

No, Uncle...no.

I know you young fellas!

You been rootin' round here,

rootin' round there,

rootin' round everywhere!

No, Uncle, I feel sorry now.

I gotta go see my mum,

but when she find out

I'm running from school,

she gonna be real wild.

Well, I bin fix

your mummy up for you.

I know how to fix up womans.

I'm gonna take this boy

home to Broome,

home to his dear mother,

away from this place.

Yeah, yeah, good on you.

OK, let's go.

Wake up, Uncle.

Time to go. Wake up.

Who are you?

Your nephew. Remember?

Nah. Nah.

You said we're going to Broome.

Why would I wanna go to Broome?

But you promised me you'd take me.

Um, we can't go anywhere

without any...any cash.

You got any money on you?

Well, come on, boy. You can't go

nowhere without money, you know?

Where are we going?

Where do you think?

In here.

And a bottle?

What did you do with my money?

You bought grog with it, eh?!

Give me back my money.

That's my money, not yours. Mine!

You're not going to take me

to Broome, are you?

You're just an old drunken bum!

I'll find my own way back to Broome.

I don't want anything to do with you!

You ready, kid?

Look out!

Oh...my...God.

We've run over an Aborigine!

Oh, my God. What have we done?

It's OK.

Old man, are you alright?

Don't touch him. Don't touch him.

Are you OK?

I don't speak Aborigine!

Me neither.

We...will...take...you...

to the hospital.

I don't want to go no hospital.

Where do you wanna go then?

I want to go to Broome!

Annie?

Yes, Slippery.

Where's Broome?

It's not far up here.

It won't take long.

And so you come

from Broome, do you?

I was born...

..in the midst of the Dreamtime.

My mother is from the crocodile mob

and my...my father...

is...um, koala bear.

And, um, where are you from?

Me. Er, I am from Germany.

I have come to

the land of your people

to make a visit with my father.

And also I am on a vision quest.

Yeah, we follow Buddha.

That's proper...proper rude word

in our language!

You don't look so bad now.

Maybe you are better.

Well, what you talking about?

Just look at me!

I think we might drop you off

somewhere, old man.

Oh, no.

You hear that, Willie?

They just gonna dump us

by the side of the road.

No!

Do you know it's bad karma to knock

over an Aborigine with a Kombi van?

Yeah, you could get the bone

pointed at you.

Proper bad thing that.

The bone?

Yeah.

And when you have children,

they will look like...like...

Wombats.

Hairy nosed wombats.

Slippery,

I think this was meant to be.

We were meant to help these people.

And they will show us

their country first-hand.

What better experience

than to do that with you

and these two black people.

I mean, native people -

A...Aborigine people.

People that understand you and me.

Yeah.

Annie, we don't even know

these people

and we are meant to visit my father.

Anyway, how far exactly is Broome?

Not far!

Slippery, if you want to be a hippie,

you gotta stop

acting so bloody square!

Yeah, square.

OK.

These maps with their lines

and their numbers,

they just fence us in, man.

They cramp our inner selves.

We don't need maps, Slippery,

we have an Aboriginal elder!

Who?

Not...not the map!

OK, so we drop them off in Broome.

It's just up the road.

16 years old.

School uniform. You seen him?

Willie, you say?

No, he ain't been around here.

You seen a Willie?

Oh, that is a shame

because I need to return this boy

to his poor mother.

Such a shame.

Actually...

Hmm?

..there was one young fella.

He said he was taking off to Broome.

Broome?

Thank you.

Hey, sing along, sing along!

Shut up.

He can't sing, that fella.

G'day.

Coke, please.

Nothing else take your fancy?

We got hot sausage rolls,

hot roast beef rolls.

And hot Chiko rolls.

Whoo, it's hot in here!

Can I have a hot Chiko roll, please?

Um, well, a chicken sandwich then.

Uncle! Uncle, what are you doing?

Uncle, don't touch anything.

What are you doing?

Here, put it in your boonyah. Go on!

It's cold. Stop. Stop. Oooh!

I'll have that.

Oh, OK, money.

Here we go.

What's wrong with him?

Nothing.

Run! Come on.

Quick! Crank it up.

Drive! Drive, hippie, drive!

Go, go, go, go!

In there, quick! Come on! Come on!

Annie! Wait for me!

Wait for me!

Jump! Jump! Jump!

You should have seen you...

See what you've done?

Look what this is.

Hey, look what I got, eh?

Who likes Rolf Harris?

I hate Rolf Harris!

Who is Rolf Harris?

Om.

Om.

You want a sausage?

But stealing is a sin.

Well, you can either be a sinner

or you can starve.

He is right, old man.

Stealing is very, very wrong.

Shut up, Buddha.

Your stealing nearly get us killed!

Me - killed!

My girlfriend - killed!

He just wants to feed us.

Got plenty of tucker here.

We must respect their ways.

I wish I had never met you.

These flies!

Flies...

Slippery. Wait.

Slippery. Slippery, wait.

So, would you like to come out back

in the kitchen

for a hot cup of tea?

No. Actually,

I'm in a big hurry. Thanks.

You got a woman?

Well, I got this girl, Rosie...

Rosie.

Yeah, she back in Broome.

She different one from me.

But, like, I don't know

if she like me, Uncle.

"But...I don't know

if she like me, Uncle."

When you find them,

you gotta grab them.

Grab them?

Yeah, grab them.

Look, look, look.

See, when God made man

and God made woman,

he made them different, see?

And when they bin

find each other, they do this.

You never...

Well, I won't tell anyone, then.

Thank you, Uncle.

Willie, a virgin.

Willie's a virgin.

I can't take it anymore, Annie.

It's me or them.

Have you got another one of these?

Useless hippie.

Hello.

What kind of people

would leave folks lying out here

in the middle of nowhere, hmm?

The beginning

of a new life cycle.

Energy, happiness, optimism.

The overturning of the status quo

or current states

by unexpected happenings.

Important decisions to be made.

The seven of wands reversed.

Indecision and retreat.

A lack of decisiveness

which causes the challenge

to be lost through hesitation.

Giving in just as the end

was in sight.

What are you doing?

Where are you going?

I'm going to Broome.

Jump in.

We're gonna play football.

Hello, boys.

Willie. Don't go.

Ah! Scheisse!

Mate, this is gonna hurt me

more than it's gonna hurt you.

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