The Last Wave Page #5
- PG
- Year:
- 1977
- 106 min
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who pointed the bone? The spirit man?
I must protest of this.
Objection, Your Honor.
- Mr. Burton!
- Does he not want us to know about the rain?
- Mr. Burton!
- I must object to this!
- Chris, tell them about the rain!
- It's you saying that!
No more stones!
No more sacred things,
what our fathers did!
You think it still happen? No.
You got me mixed up.
It was long time ago.
We got drunk,
had a fight... and that's all.
[Judge] Mr. Burton,
I will overlook it this time,
but I must warn you...
I will not tolerate
such behavior in any court...
over which I have control.
[Sighs]
You lost the case.
Yes.
Annie phoned me this morning.
You sent her away.
David, what's happening to you?
Are you in trouble?
Yes.
But I don't know
what sort of trouble.
Do try and get it into perspective.
You lost the case,
but you haven't lost the world.
Haven't I?
I've lost the world I thought I had.
you just said meant anything.
Why didn't you tell me
there were mysteries?
David, my whole life
has been about a mystery.
No! You stood in that church
and explained them away!
Dad, I'm being, being taken
into some sort of otherness...
and I don't know what to do.
We've lost our dreams.
Then they come back,
and we don't know what they mean.
The other day...
when you asked me about those terrible
dreams you used to have as a child,
you remember nothing about them?
When your mother died,
you dreamt it.
And what you dreamt... happened.
Charlie!
Charlie!
[Didgeridoo]
[Charlie Chanting, Indistinct]
- Hello, Daddy.
- Hello, Sophie.
Oh, what a nice surprise!
Where's Mummy?
Upstairs.
[Chanting Continues]
[Rumbling]
[Thunderclap]
Charlie!
Charlie!
[Thunder Continues]
[Window Shatters]
I take you! Now!
Hurry up! Quickly!
[Charlie]
Let's go, please.
Come on. Climb down.
Hurry up.
Come on.
Mulkurul built this?
Madayan!
This is a sacred place.
Since the Dreamtime.
Then the white man came.
Many time, he nearly find it...
when this city was built.
And now,
because of your dream...
and my dream too...
I brought you here.
But I've broken the law
of my people.
Down there... past the snake...
you will find
what you're looking for.
Go! Now!
Will you wait here for me?
No. I'm going back to my people.
Back to the Dreamtime.
The Mulkurul.
Black rain.
Hail.
A wave.
A wave.
The priests new a wave was coming.
A second wave.
A calendar.
A calendar.
A calendar!
[Didgeridoo]
[Yelling In Native Dialect]
Charlie!
[Grunting, Panting]
[Whimpers]
[Low Rumbling]
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