Charlie's Country Page #2

Why don't you go away?

Go and play somewhere.

One, two, three.

- Hey Charlie.

- Hey Luke!

What do you got there?

I made a spear.

Hunting spear.

Wow.

It's incredible

but I'm gonna have to take it.

What?

Well, you can't just go

walking through town

with a dangerous weapon.

It's not a dangerous weapon.

It's a hunting spear,

not a battle spear.

You know what happened

in that other community.

One bloke dead and the other

one in the hospital.

But you took my gun!

Come on.

It's a dangerous weapon,

I'm gonna have

to destroy it.

Well, f*** you then.

Treacherous bastard!

F*** those thieving...

...white bastards.

Why did you come here?

From far away...

stealing people's stuff!

Is this your land?

F***ing bastard.

I need to get money too.

I want my money!

All my money, the whole lot!

Where is it? I need it now!

What's going on?

That's a police car!

I'm borrowing it.

They took your rifle...

...and your car.

They took...

...my spear...

...and my gun.

I work for them

catching criminals

and they don't pay me.

They stole our land

and put a police station on it.

They're lucky.

I'm only borrowing their car!

We'll bring it back later.

Where are we going?

Live the old way.

What's that for?

No electricity there.

Carrying water.

Where we used

to sleep as kids...

...we'll hunt and fish there.

...going bush, going bush...

...going to my

Mother Country...

...yes, your Mother Country...

Second, second.

This is not

your Mother Country.

No. This is where

we run out of fuel!

The fuel's run out!

We've barely left...

...and we've already

run out of fuel!

- I'm off then. See you.

- Yeah.

You'll be back as soon

as you're hungry!

Plenty of food out there!

Yeah eh?

Good tucker, this.

Our food...

He took my spear,

that policeman.

"This spear got no license."

Why take my spear?

Are you going to throw it?

Good, good, good.

Not bad.

Long time since

I painted anything...

I've been waiting

for you, Fish.

Oh! You're beautifully cooked.

That's what I want.

Yes! My Barramundi.

Well done.

Oh! You're cooked

just right, Fish...

Ah Fish...

Hey Fish...

Good Fish...

Very good, Fish.

Good fish, yeah.

I've been away fishing,

now I'm home.

I'm eating well.

It's my own supermarket.

Here, I'll wrap

some fish for you.

Just a minute... I'm busy.

I'm free now!

Yeah.

Lot of fish,

I have my own supermarket!

Yeah!

And this is my country!

I can dance with it!

Tap, tap, tap, tap, tap!

The ancestors

used to eat these.

Ashes.

They'd sit by the fire here.

They've all passed on.

Gone.

No one left.

Me...

...me at the Opera House.

...and to its cultural

and community life.

The Queen was there...

...declaring

the Sydney Opera House...

...and opened it...

...the Opera House.

Just a boy...

...and the Queen.

Mother Country

is a long way...

...too far...

...I can't see it...

...my Mother...

F***, you're hard to find.

Charlie, Charlie.

I thought I told you

to look after yourself.

We need to get him

to hospital.

Today?

See if the medevac's

available.

Charter a plane

if you have to.

It's off to Darwin

with you now, my friend.

Well...

...you're looking

much better, huh?

Do you mind if I call

you Charlie?

I have difficulty

pronouncing foreign names.

Now I'm a foreigner?

Sorry?

You a doctor?

Yes, yes.

Well, I, uh...

I believe you were

found in the bush, Charlie.

I born in the bush.

I didn't find me

in the bush.

I see you still have

your sense of humor, ey?

I want a doctor.

F*** this.

Home...

...we have to go home.

What's going on here, Charlie?

-I'm leaving.

-Are you? Okay.

Um, is there something

I can help you with?

No, you can't

keep me here.

Yeah, but you're

not well, okay?

You haven't been discharged.

Come back with me,

come on, come on!

Wow.

You gonna buy some grog?

Are you banned?

I'm okay...

I'm allowed to buy it.

This one.

Something else as well.

Give him your I.D.

Got some I.D., mate?

Yeah, yeah.

That's me.

Yeah, all good.

Right.

You really are not banned.

Yeah I'm good.

Where are we going?

Going home to have a drink.

Wait! It's the cops.

We've got better things

to do than clean up

after you lot!

Quick. Hide the grog!

- I'm allowed.

- But I'm banned.

I'm banned!

If you give me grog then

you'll be banned and go to jail.

You know you're not

supposed to camp here!

Piss off!

Go back to your community!

Look at the mess!

My home, what a mess.

What a mess!

They should just shoot us...

...like in the old days.

Hey you lot!

All's clear,

you can come out now!

We've got one here

not banned!

Come out from that grass,

we got grog!

You bring shame to us.

She's wrong skin for you.

You've broken the law.

And that's poison

you're drinking,

it rots your brain.

I don't know

what's wrong with him...

...shaming us.

Who knows?

Why is he like that now?

He didn't go

the straight way...

...he went any which way.

He just helped himself

to a woman.

Nothing left.

I'll get some,

there's some

in my account.

Yup.

You can't be drinking

all this by yourself.

You buying this for her?

Here.

Mate, you wanna be careful.

Coppers are trying

to stop this sort of thing.

They came here

and asked me to report

any suspicious

grog purchases.

I've done nothing wrong.

Yeah, well, you try

telling the coppers that.

They're talking about

changing the law again.

Automatic 18 month

jail sentence

for anybody supplying

a banned person with grog.

Oh, sorry.

A police car!

Watch out, policemen coming!

Where's your home?

Where's your home, eh?

This is our land, you bastards!

You treacherous f***!

Come on, I trusted you!

You f***in' turn on me,

you f***in' useless

black bastard!

F*** you!

- F*** you!

- F*** you!

- F*** you!

- F*** you!

F*** you!

Watch your head.

Should've hunted

you down that day, Charlie.

You know that,

but I did nothin'.

That is a big mistake by me.

I've learned my lesson,

you know?

You don't go soft

on a black fella,

they take advantage of you.

Shut up!

Come on.

Get in.

Sorry for hittin' you, Charlie.

You know, you can't just

sit on the grass all day

and call it "the old ways."

These times have changed.

No, they haven't.

You're still trying

to change our culture

to your bastard culture!

F*** you!

In... in this particular

situation...

...moreover the defendant...

...in no way denies the attack...

...and has shown nothing

in the way of remorse.

I find against him

on all charges.

Does the defendant have

anything to say

before sentencing?

This mean my country

is my home.

That means...

...I was living in my home...

...nice and peacefully.

Then the police came...

...to throw me out.

That mean...

nothing more to say.

Attention! Attention!

All areas will report

to.

Hard to talk to you

when you don't look like you.

I got that license

for my rifle.

They're teaching me here,

then I'll go back,

and I'll work

in my own country.

I'm going.

Ah, sh*t.

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