Mad Bastards Page #3

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"One day, I'm gonna be like this man".

So I grew up trying to be

somebody like him.

Hey, look at them mad bastards!

Hey! That my gully car.

My nephew car.

Pull up! Pull up!

- Hey, what happening, gully?

- Hello, gully.

Oh, we just here making a bit of dust.

- How you like that?

- We can come with you?

- No worries. Yeah.

- Jump on!

Oh! Sh*t.

Bloody good, yeah! Whoo!

F***in' oath. F***in' oath!

We go dancing tonight

or what, Unc?

Mama says

she want to dry her eyes

She don't like crying

Trying hard to forget

her younger days

Kids are wonderin'

why she doesn't sing along

Maybe she's dying...

Come on, Wazza!

Let's have a party here!

Come on, Wazza.

Let's run amok, brother!

F***in' car!

Oh!

- What was that?

- Whoa, pull up!

Pull up, pull up, pull up!

Oh, sh*t.

He might f***in' blow up,

the bastard! Come on!

Come on, get out!

Get out of there, Wazza!

- It's ruined now!

- F***!

Get out of there!

Get out of there!

Oh, f***!

There goes the ride, boys.

We'll be f***in' walking from here.

You can have a little bit

of rest here today.

Another walk tomorrow morning.

And tomorrow morning, a long walk.

Must be something...

something in you, eh?

Something bothering you?

I don't know.

Why are you so angry?

I guess it's my mum.

She not really round much.

She always out drinking.

Alright. But, um...

you gonna straighten up?

If you keep on doing this,

you're not going to be with your family.

You're gonna be locked up

all the time.

Hello, hello, my brother.

Hey, bro.

What happened here?

Those young fellas give us lift,

me and this young fella here.

And then it blow up on us.

Is that Wazza's car?

Yeah.

Where's all the piss?

All got burnt up in his motor car.

We can get a lift?

Yeah.

Alright.

Jimmy!

How are you, fella?

What are you doing up here, mate?

Just cruising. Passing through.

You don't look like

you're from up these parts.

You look like

a bit of a sheep-eater to me.

What the f***'s that

supposed to mean?

What I mean by that...

is, what the f***

are you doing up here?

I might be looking for work.

Might go work out in the mines.

Might be up here on a holiday.

Working on my tan.

Scratching my balls in the sun.

When I see f***in' sh*t, I know sh*t.

And you look like

f***in' sh*t to me, pal.

I'm not gonna go there.

You're just trying to get

a rise out of me

so you've got a reason

to lock me up.

I know coppers like you.

Yeah? I've been in the city

with coppers. You know?

Yeah, well,

you're up here now.

Five Rivers is my f***in' turf.

And I don't like

when f***in' c*nts come up here

and think they can hide away

up this end of the world.

You f*** up up here, pal...

and you'll f***in' deal with me.

Look, I've got a young fella

up here I'm visiting.

Yeah?

My son, actually.

I mean, if you're running

from something...

I'll find out, pal.

Jesus! F***!

What's wrong with this fella here?

What's he doing?

I don't know, my boy.

Are you here to see Nella?

Yeah.

Well, I know who

your f***in' boy is, then, boy.

I really know who your son is.

Put your head under the water.

- Yep. Alright.

- Ready... go!

Get him! Grab him by the tail!

Run!

Whoo!

Last day today, boys.

We'd better hurry up.

You want to see your girlfriend?

Come on, get in front.

Don't let the old fella lead you.

I'm glad I'm going home.

I'm gonna have a shower.

Hello, hello, my countrymen!

Look who's back.

Hello again!

What, you been swimming, eh?

Thomas.

You need to sort out

what you come here for.

So don't go wandering, eh?

Hey, Black. See you, brother.

- See you, mob.

- See you, brother.

- How are you going?

- Hello.

Got to find a place

to hide my head

A shady billabong

Crash out on a cyclone bed

Maybe time will right the wrongs

But nothing really matters

In the season of the lullin'

Yeah, nothing really matters

When you're rolling on the run

Drifting off in dreamland

Cops and journos on my trail

Trying to pin me down with slander

Trying to haul me off to jail

But nothing really matters

In the season of the lullin'

No, nothing really matters

When you're rolling on the run.

Hey.

So, what, did you expect

some big welcoming party, did you?

I just want to see him, Nella.

Reckon we should be counting

our f***in' blessings?

The great man has arrived?

I've come a long f***in' way.

So you should!

And you're 13 years late!

He's not here.

He's not sitting around waiting for you

just 'cause you phoned

and said you were coming.

- Yeah, well, good...

- I only made that mistake once.

Yeah, well, good to see you all

f***in' glamorous and perfect

with your f***ed-up lives here.

This place is a shithole.

Well, no-one asked you to come!

You know, me and you had

that great time all those years ago,

but all you've f***in' done since then

is lie to me and f*** up that boy.

He don't give one sh*t about you.

Have you got any idea

the f***in' sh*t I've been through

the last couple of f***in' years?

I don't care!

I don't give a sh*t, Thomas!

Just go.

You're not here to be real

and you're not here

to be no father, so f*** off!

Yeah, well, I'm not gonna listen

to this f***in' sh*t anyway!

Yeah, good.

There you go, TJ.

Cheers.

- Cup of tea?

- Ah. Thank you, sis.

How are you, my boy?

He don't need me.

He better off without me anyway.

You right, Grandpa?

Yep.

This is mammoditch place here,

Uncle, this country.

That's a Noongar word.

It means 'the best'.

Bet you fellas have got a big mob

of sacred places round here.

Oh, big mob round here, my boy.

On our river down in Perth...

our sacred site,

where the Wakkal, he had

his final resting place there...

they built a road... there,

and a bridge.

The whitefellas even built

a brewery on it.

Right on the freshwater spring.

I used to go there

when I was a little fella.

Throw rocks at that poxy place.

But this country here,

it's like medicine.

This is my son's country.

He's here now?

Yep.

So he's... really here?

Yes, bub.

Mmm.

But, Mum, you said that he not...

I knowwhat I said, bub.

And you don't have to see him

if you don't want to.

But he is here.

Do you reckon he'll like us?

Course he will, baby.

But why'd he come now?

Nella!

I want to see him!

Nella, you can hate me,

but I want to see my son.

You fellas can talk

to each other, you know.

You want to go for a walk, mate?

That's alright with you?

Hmm?

All I'm saying is just have

a little bit of patience.

He come long way, you know?

At least he's here.

Yeah, it's just... it's hard.

'Cause he's been running around

for 13 years,

acting like he doesn't care,

and now I don't know

what to expect from him.

And, what, you're perfect?

Well, at least I've stopped drinking.

Good.

Anyone?

Fair enough.

Maybe a bit too soon, eh?

Maybe as we go along,

people can start feeling comfortable

in saying something.

We'll try again next week, eh?

It's good.

So, where's

TJ and Bullet today?

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