Mad Bastards Page #2

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Stupid. It's just madness.

I wonder when that lot's gonna stop.

Knock knock!

Everybody OK?

Alright.

Oh.

Nella!

Hello?

Hello?

Who this?

Hello? Hello?

Anybody there?

Oh, come on! What was that?

Go on, son, get it.

Come on, bud.

Come on, Bullet.

Come on, Bullet, come. Come play.

What's the matter?

What's the matter, mate?

I don't want to go away

from you guys, Grandpa.

Well...

I don't want you to go either,

mate, but... you know...

you've got to think

about what you done.

I mean, lighting fires -

people get locked up for that, mate.

You know? I mean...

You've got to take some responsibility

for your actions, you know?

Well, what's that camp gonna be like?

Two weeks out there is better

than six months in jail.

And they'll teach you how to act

a bit more like a man.

One, two, three, four...

Moonlight glitter on the bay

Like teardrops rolling in the waves

Rumba

Ukulele play

Songs of yesterday

Calypso

Can you limbo?

Cha-cha, old-time disco

Hula-hula, wobbly nura

Pretty girls and frangipanis

Moonlight glitter on the bay

Like teardrops rolling in the waves

Rumba

Ukulele play

Songs of yesterday

Six guitars, a thousand stars

Is a long, long way

from the smoky bars

'Pearly Shells' and 'Old TI'

Rattling with the spoons

late into the night

Matchstick picking

on a fishing line string

Play the melody

just to make 'em sing

Under the mango tree

With those pretty girls

and frangipanis

Moonlight glitter on the bay

Like teardrops rolling in the waves

Rumba

Ukulele play

Songs of yesterday...

Any smoke, my boy?

Here, last one, yeah?

Thank you, my boy.

You look... you're not from this country.

From down Perth way. Down south.

Jumbardu.

- Jumbardu. Any tubacca?

- Any smoke?

Nothing! Only last one

this young fella bin have 'em.

You good young fella.

Thank you for smoke.

No worries, Uncle.

Calypso

Can you limbo?

Cubba-cubba, old-time disco

Hula-hula, wobbly nura

Pretty girls and frangipanis

Moonlight glitter on the bay

Like teardrops rolling in the waves

Rumba

Ukulele play

Songs of yesterday

In the moonlight

Rumba

Ukulele play

In the moonlight

'Pearly Shells' and singing

In the moonlight

Under the mango tree

In the moonlight.

Nella.

Is she there?

Is Nella there?

So tell me exactly what he said now.

Exactly what happened.

Well, the phone rang. I answered it.

This bloke was there.

He was asking for you.

I told him you weren't here.

I said, "Who's this?"

He said, "It's TJ.

"Tell her I'm coming up".

And did he say where or when?

Nuh. He just said he was coming.

F***.

Same time you know

he's talking sh*t, but, eh?

Yeah.

He been ringing up again.

I heard Mum and all them mob

talking.

Little firebug.

And what did they say?

They just reckon he coming here.

Your proper dad?

What do you reckon he'll be like?

Mum reckon he... Mum reckon

he a bit of a wild fella.

She don't like him that much.

I wouldn't mind meeting him.

Hey.

Hey, g'day, mate.

How far you going?

Hey, gully.

That Yagoo round?

Righto, boys. Just out here.

What, they think

we're gonna stop for them?

What the f*** is going on here?

They'd better move.

I don't think

they're gonna move!

Come on, come on!

Get out of the way!

- Come on!

- Move, move!

Jesus!

- What the f***?

- Hang on. Pull up. Pull up!

That's Uncle Black.

What's that old bugger doing out here?

What's all that about?

Oh, here we go.

We can't fit 'em all in.

Jesus, we nearly run you mob

over. What's wrong with you?

Next time, bro.

We can't fit you all in.

You'll have to try

the next car coming there.

Hey, Uncle Black,

what you doin' here?

Trying to go home.

I want a lift to Five Rivers.

Hop in. Jump in the back.

Hello, my boy.

I think I know you.

Hey.

You got a smoke?

They've been, sort of,

smoking ganja and drinking

and running amok, you know?

One boy there - petrol-sniffer.

Keep an eye on that one.

And that other boy there with

the black shirt with that...

- Yeah, yeah.

- My little granny, that one.

I don't want you and Harry

to pull up on him.

Be a little bit f***in' hard

on him, you know?

- Oh, yeah.

- Don't ease up on him.

Look at this sh*t!

I don't even want to go

outside anymore.

Bullet's gone to the f***in' camp

'cause he's a run-amok kid

and everything's just falling apart.

Why do you think that is?

Why do you think your son

is running around at night

like a madman?

'Cause he's a little sh*t!

I feel like slapping you, girl.

You want to wise up.

And you want to wise up real quick.

OK.

No, don't be rough with the swag.

You're gonna sleep on that.

OK, take your stump and sit down.

OK?

Hey, you know...

you know why you're here?

'Cause you've been mucking around.

That's why you're here. You know?

What about you?

What are you in trouble for?

You been chasin' girls? Huh?

Stealing in a shop.

Robbing a shop?

I don't know what

we're gonna do with you.

What about you, Bullet?

What have you done wrong?

- Lighting fire.

- Lighting fire!

You know, that's a serious thing too.

Well, we're gonna be walking

through countries.

Over these creeks, over them hills.

There mightn't be any water, but...

we'll survive.

You see lovely country, you know,

when you get up on top

of the hill, looking down.

Sleeping in the bush,

you can hear the dingoes

howling at night.

And get up in the morning and

you hear the birds calling out.

People call it desert,

but to us, it's lovely to see the place

our grandfathers

and grandmothers come from.

We're trying to save you blokes

from going to jail, you know?

That's why you're here.

You alright, my boy?

Hello, young fella. You look worried.

What's the matter, my boy?

You got trouble anywhere?

Young fella, you must be got

family trouble, look like.

I wouldn't know where to start.

Wouldn't know where

to start to tell you.

I got a little man inside of me

with an axe.

And that little man,

I like to keep him quiet...

but sometimes I've got

no control over it.

I f***in' just wish there was...

I got this f***in' little man

inside of me...

with this f***in' axe.

This is very, very hard country.

As we move along, we've got to

find something to eat.

And that's the only way we're

gonna survive here, you know?

Don't think there's no tucker.

We've got to find it.

You can get a goanna.

You can get a snake.

You boys know

that we've got nothing on us,

so, um... we've got a long way to go.

Oh! Sh*t.

Whoa, whoa, whoa!

Get him.

I remember very, very clear...

this old grandfather of mine,

a bloke called Nebatabiji.

I remember this day,

he's carrying me.

I must have been about five, six.

And he was a big man.

He had dogs running out,

chasing kangaroos.

And this one kangaroo

come straight for him.

And the kangaroo must have been

coming about 100 miles an hour.

He got the spear

hooked up on a woomera.

Threw it from the hip shooter.

He got that kangaroo

right through the chest.

And I said to myself, "Jingo!

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