Charlie's Country

Yeah.

Yeah.

How are you, Pops?

Yeah good!

Good morning.

You come from far away

and bring us alcohol, ganja, tobacco, all bad!

G'day Luke.

G'day Charlie.

You white bastard.

You black bastard.

Have a good day.

Is that it?

I'm off then.

Pete!

Lot of rubbish in your truck.

Lot of rubbish in your head.

Charlie?

Don't just walk past.

- I don't need a big note.

- No worries.

Forty-three forty cents.

But I've only got $20!

- Here you go.

- Need some more?

I'm okay now.

Hey, hey, hey, not so many!

- Another one.

- No.

Leave some for me!

Hey old man,

bring me back a cigarette!

This house...

...this is the sort of

house I want.

If it's like this house,

then it'll be okay.

Sit down, Charlie.

What do you want, Charlie?

I want a house.

- You've got a house.

- Nah.

Too many people.

My family.

No room, see?

I want a house for me.

Government's already

given you one good house.

You wanna walk away

from that,

that's your problem.

But Errol,

you got a wife, ey?

No.

You get a house.

While I'm here

I've got a house.

Goes with the job.

You've got a job...

...and you got a house...

...on my land.

Where's my house?

Where's my job?

Anything else you want,

Charlie?

Nah.

You coming hunting?

There's a buffalo around,

up the road a bit.

You not working?

Truck broke down,

waiting on a new one

from Darwin.

Got the starter?

In the back.

Make way.

Let's get going.

Away you go.

Done.

Where are we going?

Where I saw some tracks.

You ready?

Good to go.

Look, there, there, there!

- Got him!

- Beautiful shooting!

- Right in the heart!

- Straight through the heart!

One shot and he went down.

- Watch out!

- He's come alive!

Run! Run!

Turn! Turn! Shoot! Shoot!

Got him this time!

Shot him properly!

This time we both got him!

My legs are aching...

...and I'm hungry for meat.

We should have shot...

...a small one.

This one is wrecking my car.

No this is a good one,

plenty of meat.

There's a car parked there!

Where?

In the trees.

It's a policeman!

A policeman's parked there!

Sit down, sit down!

Don't panic, sit down slowly.

Sit down very slowly.

I better sit down slowly too.

We're searching

every car for grog, Charlie.

No alcohol comin'

in here anymore.

What's in there?

Petrol,

keep the car going.

You got cigarette?

Get out of the car.

Who owns this?

Me, that's mine.

And the other one

was mine.

Did y'all purchase

permits for 'em?

You got a license?

License?

We're not gonna drive them...

...we're just gonna shoot 'em.

Smart-ass.

They've got my car...

...bugger sh*t.

And your rifle and my gun.

And all that tender meat.

That'll soon stink up

the whole police station!

And then the maggots will be

crawling through it in no time!

Pst!

Pst! Pst!

Charlie!

It's Gaz.

Charlie! It's Gaz.

Are you awake?

It's Gaz.

What do you want?

We need to camp somewhere

out of the way.

I know you.

You got anywhere?

You got any ganja?

Yeah, yeah, later.

We need the camp first.

Sure, why not?

Now, Charlie...

...this is primo sh*t.

The best of the best.

Gonna make you

really happy.

Okay?

Stop here, stop, stop.

What now?

See that tree there?

Yeah.

That's where

you're gonna go.

And this road'll take you

right up there.

Watch out for crocodile, too.

Are you serious?

Yeah.

Oh, great.

- And?

- Yeah, I'm comin'.

Wait now...

...how much for them?

Fifty, like always.

- Fifty?

- Yeah.

Anything to eat?

I can't eat this.

I have no money left...

...or food.

I'm hungry.

There's lots of food

in the bush.

It's like

a supermarket out there.

Why don't you

answer your phone?

Got no recharge left.

We need you

to teach the kids...

...how to dance...

...properly.

The kids go to school now.

They don't care anymore.

We need to teach them...

...the traditional ways.

Get Bobby to teach them.

He can do it.

He knows how to lead them.

Sh*t.

Oh sh*t.

Charlie.

Hey Charlie.

Charlie, how are you?

Um, some white guys

in town,

we think they might

be trouble.

Selling the ol' ganja.

Heard you might be able

to track 'em for us.

Come on.

I'll owe you one.

Now, I don't really

like this postin' too much.

I mean, the people are nice

like good ol' Charlie here, it's just...

...it's isolated, it's remote.

Don't know.

I'm one for the big city,

you know PC?

- Yup.

- I like the high life.

Stop, stop, stop.

Stop, stop.

Get out.

That drive there

means stop.

And here,

came back here,

and then he went this way.

Yesterday 10 o'clock.

Damn, you black fellas

are smart when you wanna be.

Jesus.

Yeah.

Hey, hey, come here.

Shh, down, down, down,

down, down, down.

Come, come.

Right there. It's...

...it's two cars

with a tent.

They're camping.

- Okay?

- Okay.

You'll be all right now?

I'm going back to town.

What?

It's 15 kilometers away.

Shortcut through the bush.

See you later.

Anything to smoke?

The cops nearly caught me,

but those white fellas

got caught good and proper.

And I'd got this...

...but I hadn't

paid him yet either.

Serves him right,

always ripping us off.

Is this worth fifty dollars?

- No f***ing way!

- It's big money.

And I didn't pay him!

Can you look

after him for a bit?

Stuff to do...

See you later.

See you.

He won't go anywhere.

You know I'm sick don't you?

My kidneys are no good.

Soon they'll stop working.

Yeah.

I know you're sick.

I know that.

It's all that...

...white man junk food we eat.

They'll take me to Darwin.

Then you'll die

in the wrong place...

...a long way

from your country.

A long way.

There'll be no one with you...

...no one to look after you.

Right, we'll put you down

as a recreational shooter then.

What?

Recreational?

Hunting is not

recreational.

It's for food.

You still need a license.

How much it gonna cost me?

Sixty dollars.

Sixty dollars

to buy my gun back?

Charlie, you're not

getting your gun back.

It's been confiscated.

You're stealing it.

Look, you can't have

a purchase permit for it.

All right, you illegally

modified it

to be a concealable weapon.

You're lucky Brum

didn't charge you!

But I didn't know that.

I know,

it's just not an excuse.

I'm not

a recreational shooter...

I am...

...a hunter.

I danced for...

...the Queen of England...

...when they opened

that building.

I bet you never did that.

And again.

Okay.

Good thing you gave up

smoking when you did, Charlie.

Your lungs

are packin' it in.

Next time you're in Darwin,

we should get

your chest X-rayed.

But you gotta

look after yourself.

No more ganja, okay?

And you need

to eat better.

Eat what?

White fella junk food?

Yeah, it's a problem.

F***in' yeah, it's a problem.

See this? Doesn't fit.

I can't eat with 'em,

and I can't eat

without them.

I'm starving.

Well, look,

I'm not the dentist.

You gotta wait

for the dentist to come.

I'll be dead by then.

What are you doing?

Making a spear.

Why?

For hunting.

Catch something to eat.

Why don't you use a gun?

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