SONG: # Ooh, oooh, ooh, ooh
# Oooh, ooh, ooh, ooh... #
(DOG BARKS)
# Oooh! #
PREACHER: And God said, "Let there be light,"
and there was light.
(CONGREGATION SINGS) # All the way, Jesus
# All the way, Lord... #
Brothers and sisters, Iet us send our prayers to heaven.
Who will come forward and testify?
Today, on this very day, who wants to wash their sins?
(SINGS) # And just light up the loving
# That always remains
# You may find if you're true to yourself
# That it's all an illusion
# The book's on your shelf
# If you read through the lines
# Then you'll find that it's true
# That there's nobody loving like he's loving you... #
WOMAN: But you know, Willie, if you work hard,
pray hard, do your studies, you can do really well.
You know a priest has the respect of everyone.
You want to be a priest, don't you, Willie?
Yeah.
(CONGREGATION SING) # All the way, Jesus
# All the way, Lord
# Bend me and shape me
# Shape me!
# Give me your reward
# Let me lie in your body When I'm wracked in my pain... #
For the eyes of God sees all!
# And just light up the lovin'
# Lovin'
# That always remains. #
Hey, who are you styling up for?
No-one, Mum.
(CHUCKLES)
Dad's losing all his money again.
And Mum won't be very happy when he gets home.
Check this.
Gerry, you gambling old bugger! You wait till I get hold of you!
No-one's coming. (LAUGHS)
Rosie, I...
What?
Well, because this is my last night,
I thought that maybe...
Well, I mean...just...
(RINGS BICYCLE BELL) Hello.
Hello. Hello.
I just thought that... (CLEARs THROAT)
Just wondering if you'd like to come with me to the pictures?
What, like a date?
Well...no, no, not a date. Like, well, we could sit together, maybe.
Willie, that's a date.
Oh. Well, yeah. OK.
(MUSICAL INSTRUMENTS TUNE UP)
(SINGS) # If I gave my heart to you
# Would you promise to be true?
(DOOR OPENS)
# If you broke my heart in two
# And left me waiting... #
Shh.
You're a deadly singer, you know that?
You should come inside and do a tune with the band.
I'm Lester.
Rosie.
Hi.
Er, I'm Willie.
Come on, Rosie, we've got to go.
Who is this? Your little brother?
No. No.
Ah, is he your boyfriend?
No.
Well, alright, then. I'll just be in there.
If you want me.
Why did you say we have to go?
Because we're not allowed in there. Why not?
You know why not.
Alright, boys!
(BAND PLAYS SONG INTRO)
Come on. This is my big chance.
(SINGS) # Now, she was only 16 Just a child upon a road
# When I... #
Well, I guess I'll see you Iater then. At the pictures?
(WOMEN SING) # Maybe, come on, baby
# Would you like to come on down
# And we'd rock and reel and reel and rock
# All over Chinatown
# And she says, hey, boy
# Don't you really go
# I don't feel so mad about the seeds that you might sow
# She says, hey, boy Don't you really go
# I don't feel so mad about the seeds that you might sow
# Well, I moved up to her slowly
# And I asked her for a go
# And she spoke to me quite softly
# In a voice so sweet and low
# Well, I like baloney
# Or perhaps a sausage roll
# But if you don't use those condoms
# Then you cannot poke my hole
# She says, hey, boy
# Don't you really go
# I don't feel so mad about the seeds that you might sow
# She says, hey, boy
# Don't you really go
# I don't feel so mad about the seeds that you might sow
# Well, I am so happy 'cause I did what I was told
# Oh, I used those frangers
# And she let me poke her hole
# She says, hey, boy
# Don't you really go
# I don't feel so mad about the seeds that you might sow
# She says, hey, boy
# Don't you really go
# I don't feel so mad about the seeds that you might sow
# Oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh
# Oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh. #
Willie!
Go on, Willie. You run to your mum.
About time. Where you been?
Fishing.
Mmm.
Lord, we thank you for all the gifts you give us.
Special prayers goes out to that sinner cousin of mine, Johnny.
Please, Lord, help him to stop drinking his life away
at that Roebuck Hotel.
May the Lord Jesus Christ burn that house of sin down!
Sorry, Lord.
And please keep my son safe while he is away in the city
and please help him, Lord, not to be late
as it drives his mother mad.
Amen.
(HUBBUB AND SOFT TRUMPET MUSIC)
Hi.
(BOYS LAUGH)
Hey, Rosie, where's Willie?
I don't know.
BOYS: He wanna sit with you.
BOY: Where is Willie?
I don't know. He's gone fishing.
(THUNDER RUMBLES)
Hey, Lester boy!
(MAN SINGS) # God save our gracious Queen
# Long live our noble Queen
# God save our Queen
# Send her victorious
# Happy and glorious
# Long to reign over us (THUNDER RUMBLES)
# God save our Queen. #
(THUNDER RUMBLES)
(LOUD THUNDERCLAP)
(SCREAMING)
(MORE THUNDER)
(POIGNANT MUSIC)
(CHOIR SINGS) # Ah, ah
# mh. #
(DOG HOWLS IN DISTANCE)
(KNOCKS)
Ah, Willie. Welcome back to the city.
Thank you, Father Benedictus.
Come in, fellow.
(OWL HOOTS)
(FATHER BENEDICTUS LAUGHS)
How were your holidays? Did you catch any fish?
Ah, one or two.
Perhaps you're not praying hard enough.
(LAUGHS)
Now, Willie...
Yes, Father?
I have been inspecting my inventory of supplies.
You weren't one of those boys drinking the altar wine last year,
were you, Willie?
No, Father.
Good. Good.
Because this year you are a prefect.
And as head student you must set an example.
Yes, Father.
Mmm. I have great faith in you, Willie.
Yes, Father.
(WHISTLE TOOTS)
Oh!
(THUNDER RUMBLES)
(LAUGHS)
How is your lovely mutter?
Good, Father.
She has high hopes in you.
You can become a very successful individual, Willie.
You too can become close to God.
I can see it!
Willie, you can go forth and help your Aborigine people.
They are crying in the wilderness.
You have so much to give the world.
So, my little friend, if you knuckle down to some serious study
and pray hard - not for me but for you -
you can become like me!
(LAUGHING) Oh, ja! Ja!
Ja.
SONG: # Child of glory
# Come take me by the hand
# Help me, heal me
# And make me understand
# All thy survey
# Is there at your command
# Child of glory... #
Hey, Willie!
Where'd Willie go?
Whoo-whoo!
(KNOCKS)
Rosie.
Here, catch!
(ROSIE SIGHS) Well, I've got something for you too.
What, like a present...?
(LAUGHS)
(BOYS CHEER AND SHOUT)
WILLIE: Honour thy father and thy mother
that thy days may be long
upon the lands which the Lord giveth thee.
Thou shall not kill.
Thou shall not...adultery.
Thou shall not steal.
Thou shall not bear false witness against thy name
or covet thy neighbour's wife or his...
(THWACK!)
(WATCH TICKS)
Start again.
(MAN LAUGHS)
WILLIE: Bless me, Father, for I have sinned.
It has been two months since my last confession.
What do you wish to confess, my son?
I have had thoughts about a girl...um...
Thoughts? What thoughts? Lustful thoughts?
Yes, Father.
You are a good boy. You will overcome these sinful urges in time.
It is part of the hard road to becoming a priest
that we all must face.
But, Father...
..I don't know if I'd be good at being a priest.
You want to waste your life
like all those useless blackfellas up in Broome?
No, Willie, you're much better than that.
Your penance is 15 rosaries.
Now go.
(SINGS) # Hey, girl, you know I've been a dreamer
# Following dreams I dreamed on my own
# Though the dreams are the dreams that sustain me
# I'm tired of dreaming alone
# Light a light Leave it in the window
# I'm comin' back, back home to you
(ROSIE SINGS) # Light a light, Ieave it in the window
# I'm coming back
# Back home to you
# Light a light, Ieave it in the window
# I'll be comin' back home
# I'll be coming back home. #
BOY: Willie! WILLIE: Rosie?
Rosie? It's Peter. Come on.
Go back to sleep.
Come on. We've got some hunting to do tonight, boy.
What are you talking about?
The tuck shop. Shh, come on.
You're gonna get in trouble.
Come on, Willie.
PETER: Hey. Hey, wake up. BOY: But I'm tired.
Shh. Shhh. Come on, let's go.
Come on, Willie. Let's go.
BOY: Come on, Willie.
(OWL HOOTS SOFTLY) Wait.
(SNORES LOUDLY)
(WHISPERS) Let's go, let's go.
(OWL HOOTS SOFTLY) Hurry up.
(SNORES LOUDLY)
Ohhh!
Come on, come on, come on.
Keep an eye out.
(ALL GASP)
"Thou shalt not steal"!
Thou shalt not starve either.
We should go back.
Food for our souls. Now, what you want?
What are you doing?
Itemising every available confection und beverage.
Oh, yum. Thank you, Lord.
ALL: Thank you, Lord.
And this is for all the starving kids in the world.
Like us, bro. Us black kids are starving.
ALL: Ja, ja, ja!
(BOTTLES CLINK)
(FLOORBOARDS CREAK)
(WHISPERS) Benny, Benny.
(BOTTLES CLINK, FLOORBOARDS CREAK)
(URGENTLY) Benny's coming!
Let's go. Let's go.
BENEDICTUS: My greatest desire is to see you Aborigine people educated
and trained in the skills of the modern world,
to become citizens of this great country that is truly yours.
We have to show love to these children.
Lux in tenebris - light in the darkness!
Yet, we all know there are many evils in the world today.
For now, let us just talk about theft and pillage -
sins of the flesh.
Tommy, will you not come up here?
I have been itemising supplies from the canteen.
And to my surprise, we are a little short.
(THWACK!)
Thou shalt not steal!
We're gonna get whacked.
Unless there is a confession, I will be forced to punish Tommy.
Willie, I am very disappointed in you.
You are a prefect and yet you throw it all away.
I had such great faith in you.
You are a rotten apple in the barrel.
You are a stain on the celebration of life.
You are an abomination in the eyes of God! Put out your hand!
I should have known one of your Aborigine kind
would be worth nothing!
(BOYS GASP)
That's not true, Father.
What?!
(SINGS) # There's nothing I would rather be
# Than to be an Aborigine
# And watch you take my precious land away
# For nothing gives me greater joy
# Than to watch you fill each girl and boy
# With superficial existential shit
(ALL SING) # Now, you may think I'm cheeky
# But I'd be satisfied
# To rebuild your convict ships and sail you on the tide
# There's nothing I would rather be
# Than to be an Aborigine
# And dream of just what heaven must be like
(BOYS TAP-DANCE)
# Where moth and rust do not corrupt
# When I die I know I'm going up
# Because you know that I've had my hell on earth... #
(DRUM AND CLAPPING BREAK)
(WHISTLING)
# Lord gave us Ten Commandments
# We know we are informed
(SINGS) # Judgment day is coming
# We're always being warned
# There's nothing I would rather be
# Than to be an Aborigine
# And watch you take my precious land away
# Oh, no, no, no, no
# And watch you take my precious land away. #
(BOYS CHEER)
# No, no. #
Run, Willie, run!
(CHURCH BELLS PEAL)
(PANTS)
I will find the boy.
(MAN SINGS) # I'm a long way away from my country
# It's a long time since I've reappeared
# It's the feeling I feel when you're close on the wheel
# And I'm missing the touch of your hand
(MEN SING AND HARMONISE) # It's no good, this feeling of sorrow
# Just go out and face it alone
# And I'm waiting tonight, a watching the night
# And I'm thinking of just going home... #
Hey, boy, where you bin come from?
This fire looks lovely and warm.
MAN: It's gonna be a cold one tonight.
Come here. We're not gonna eat you. Well, not yet, anyway.
(ALL LAUGH)
Come here. Come here. Sit down.
Relax. Come here, young fella.
I got nowhere to stay.
Any of you mob got anywhere to stay?
Nope. (LAUGHS)
You in good company here, boy.
I wanna go home.
Well, we all wanna go home, eh?
But we're a long, long way away from our country.
(MEN SING) # Shake off your burdened delusions
# Shake off your dreams that weigh down
# You can follow your dreams
# But it's not like it seems
# 'Cause your heart will just turn you around
(WILLIE SINGS ALONG) # You can follow your dreams
# But it's not like it seems
# 'Cause your heart will just turn you around. #
MAN: Yeah, yeah!
Hey!
Where your home, boy?
Broome.
Hmm. That's my home too.
True?
True.
Here, I'll tell you a story.
Oh, here we go.
I been away 15 years now.
15 years?
Shut up, boy. Let me tell you the story. Right?
I been drinking, I been droving,
I've been a Christian, I've been everything.
But now I reckon it's time that I went home before I die.
Yep, I'd better go back home to Broome.
Yep, yep, yep.
But you still never tell me your name.
My name is William Johnson.
My name is Steven Johnson.
(MEN MURMUR)
I'm your uncle.
I reckon your mummy must be my sister brother
and I bin call him sister but she bin call you uncle.
So that's how come I'm your sist...sist...sist...
Yeah, I'm your uncle, OK?!
(MEN LAUGH)
Uncle Tadpole.
Hey, you got any tucker?
Oh!
Now, what they bin doing to you, boy? They bin hit you?
No. I've been running from boarding school.
How come? What you been doing wrong?
I don't wanna talk about it.
They been starving you, hey?
Yeah, that's the trouble.
You never get enough tucker, you never get enough beer
and you never get enough womans, eh?
No, Uncle...no.
I know you young fellas!
You been rootin' round here, rootin' round there,
rootin' round everywhere!
No, Uncle, I feel sorry now.
I gotta go see my mum,
but when she find out I'm running from school,
she gonna be real wild.
Well, I bin fix your mummy up for you.
I know how to fix up womans.
(MEN LAUGH)
I'm gonna take this boy home to Broome,
home to his dear mother, away from this place.
Yeah, yeah, good on you.
OK, let's go.
(ALL LAUGH)
Wake up, Uncle. Time to go. Wake up.
Who are you?
Your nephew. Remember?
Nah. Nah.
You said we're going to Broome.
Why would I wanna go to Broome?
But you promised me you'd take me.
Um, we can't go anywhere without any...any cash.
You got any money on you?
Well, come on, boy. You can't go nowhere without money, you know?
Where are we going?
Where do you think?
In here.
And a bottle?
What did you do with my money?
You bought grog with it, eh?!
Give me back my money.
That's my money, not yours. Mine!
You're not going to take me to Broome, are you?
You're just an old drunken bum!
I'll find my own way back to Broome. I don't want anything to do with you!
(BLOWS RASPBERRY)
(BELL PEALS)
(SOBS)
(BRIGHT ACCORDION MUSIC)
You ready, kid?
Look out!
(THUMP!)
TADPOLE: Ow, ow!
Oh...my...God. We've run over an Aborigine!
(TADPOLE GROANS)
Oh!
Oh, my God. What have we done? It's OK.
Old man, are you alright?
Don't touch him. Don't touch him.
Are you OK?
(MOANS LIKE DIDGERIDOO)
I don't speak Aborigine!
Me neither.
We...will...take...you... to the hospital.
I don't want to go no hospital.
Where do you wanna go then?
I want to go to Broome!
MAN: Annie?
Yes, Slippery.
Where's Broome?
Umm...
Umm. It's not far up here. It won't take long.
Mmm.
SLIPPERY: And so you come from Broome, do you?
TADPOLE: I was born...
..in the midst of the Dreamtime.
My mother is from the crocodile mob
and my...my father... is...um, koala bear.
And, um, where are you from?
Me. Er, I am from Germany.
I have come to the land of your people
to make a visit with my father.
And also I am on a vision quest.
Yeah, we follow Buddha.
Whoa!
That's proper...proper rude word in our language!
You don't look so bad now. Maybe you are better.
Well, what you talking about? Just look at me!
I think we might drop you off somewhere, old man.
ANNIE: Oh, no.
You hear that, Willie?
They just gonna dump us by the side of the road.
No!
Do you know it's bad karma to knock over an Aborigine with a Kombi van?
Yeah, you could get the bone pointed at you.
Proper bad thing that.
The bone? Yeah.
And when you have children, they will look like...like...
Wombats.
Hairy nosed wombats.
Slippery, I think this was meant to be.
We were meant to help these people.
And they will show us their country first-hand.
What better experience than to do that with you
and these two black people.
I mean, native people - A...Aborigine people.
People that understand you and me.
Yeah.
Annie, we don't even know these people
and we are meant to visit my father.
Anyway, how far exactly is Broome?
ALL: Not far!
Slippery, if you want to be a hippie,
you gotta stop acting so bloody square!
TADPOLE: Yeah, square. OK.
These maps with their lines and their numbers,
they just fence us in, man.
They cramp our inner selves.
We don't need maps, Slippery, we have an Aboriginal elder!
Who? Not...not the map!
OK, so we drop them off in Broome.
It's just up the road.
(LAUGHS)
BENEDICTUS: 16 years old. School uniform. You seen him?
Willie, you say?
Uh-huh.
No, he ain't been around here.
You seen a Willie?
Oh, that is a shame
because I need to return this boy to his poor mother.
Such a shame.
Actually... Hmm?
..there was one young fella.
He said he was taking off to Broome.
Broome?
Thank you.
(TADPOLE SINGS) # I feel like going back home
# Right now while the mangoes are ripe
# Frangipani is starting to bloom
# And the blue bone are starting to bite
(JOINS IN) # Hey, Mum, I can just taste your fish soup and rice
# I'm coming back home to you
# Can't hack the pace of the city life
# Soon I'll be dreaming in Broome
# Lazy breeze blowin' through your mind
# Sky blue sea, catch a feed there anytime
# Driving up the dusty red highway
# I got this freedom-flowin' wind in my hair
# Soaking up the wild desert country
# All my worries are gone, I don't care
(TADPOLE AND WILLIE JOIN IN) # Hey, Mum
# I can just taste your fish soup and rice
# I'm coming back home to you
# Can't hack the pace of the city life
# Soon I'll be dreaming in Broome
# Yeah, soon I'll be dreaming in Broome... #
TADPOLE: Hey, sing along, sing along!
Shut up.
ANNIE: # Ooh-ooh-ooh, oh... #
TADPOLE: He can't sing, that fella.
# Ohh, ohh, ohh Oooh, ooh, oooh-ooh
# Soon I'll be dreaming in Broome
# Soon I'll be dreaming in Broome... #
(WHACK!)
G'day.
Coke, please.
Nothing else take your fancy?
We got hot sausage rolls,
hot roast beef rolls.
And hot Chiko rolls.
Whoo, it's hot in here!
Can I have a hot Chiko roll, please?
Um, well, a chicken sandwich then.
Mmm.
Uncle! Uncle, what are you doing?
Uncle, don't touch anything.
Shh.
What are you doing?
Here, put it in your boonyah. Go on!
It's cold. Stop. Stop. Oooh!
I'll have that. (GIGGLES)
TADPOLE: Oh, OK, money. Here we go.
What's wrong with him?
Nothing.
(GASPS)
TADPOLE: Run! Come on. Quick! Crank it up.
Drive! Drive, hippie, drive!
Go, go, go, go!
In there, quick! Come on! Come on!
Annie! Wait for me!
Wait for me!
TADPOLE: Jump! Jump! Jump!
(GUNSHOT)
You should have seen you...
See what you've done? Look what this is.
Hey, look what I got, eh?
Who likes Rolf Harris?
I hate Rolf Harris! Who is Rolf Harris?
(MYSTICAL SITAR MUSIC)
Om.
(FLY BUZZES)
SLIPPERY: Om.
You want a sausage?
But stealing is a sin.
Well, you can either be a sinner or you can starve.
He is right, old man.
Stealing is very, very wrong.
Shut up, Buddha.
Your stealing nearly get us killed!
Me - killed!
My girlfriend - killed!
He just wants to feed us.
Got plenty of tucker here.
We must respect their ways.
I wish I had never met you.
(FLIES BUZZ)
These flies!
Flies... Arggh!
Slippery. Wait.
Slippery. Slippery, wait.
So, would you like to come out back in the kitchen
for a hot cup of tea?
No. Actually, I'm in a big hurry. Thanks.
(TYRES SQUEAL)
You got a woman?
Well, I got this girl, Rosie...
Rosie.
Yeah, she back in Broome.
She different one from me.
But, like, I don't know if she like me, Uncle.
(MOCKS) "But...I don't know if she like me, Uncle." (LAUGHS)
When you find them, you gotta grab them.
Grab them?
Yeah, grab them.
Look, look, look.
See, when God made man
and God made woman,
he made them different, see?
And when they bin find each other, they do this.
You never...
Well, I won't tell anyone, then.
Thank you, Uncle.
(GIGGLES) Willie, a virgin.
(LAUGHS)
Willie's a virgin. (LAUGHS)
(ANNIE SINGS) # Stay awhile, little darlin'
# Stay awhile with your love
# Keep me safe in your loving
# Secure in your touch
# Let us just grow together
# As loving must grow
# And we'll bathe together in the afterglow
# Ooh-ooh-ooh
# Oooh-ooh-ooh
# Oooh
# Oooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
# Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh
# Oooh-ooh
# Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh
# And we'll bathe together in the afterglow... #
I can't take it anymore, Annie.
It's me or them.
# Oooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh... #
(MOUTHS)
# Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh. #
(SCOFFS)
(BANG!)
Arggh!
Have you got another one of these?
Useless hippie.
SLIPPERY: Hello.
(CAR HORN HONKS)
What kind of people
would leave folks lying out here in the middle of nowhere, hmm?
ANNIE: The beginning of a new life cycle.
Energy, happiness, optimism.
The overturning of the status quo or current states
by unexpected happenings.
Important decisions to be made.
WILLIE: Uh-huh.
The seven of wands reversed. Indecision and retreat.
A lack of decisiveness
which causes the challenge to be lost through hesitation.
Giving in just as the end was in sight.
ANNIE: What are you doing?
Where are you going? I'm going to Broome.
Jump in. We're gonna play football.
Hello, boys.
Willie. Don't go.
(ALL CHEER)
(BOUZOUKI MUSIC)
Ah! Scheisse!
(MUSIC SPEEDS UP)
Shhh.
Mate, this is gonna hurt me more than it's gonna hurt you.
(MUSIC ADDS DANCE BEAT)
(SCREAMS)
(WHIMPERS)
(MUSIC STOPS)
(DOG BARKS)
(ALL CHAT)
Welcome to Port Hedland.
Proper deadly place this one.
Hey, Coach! What happened to Broome?
Broome? Yeah, when we beat Port Hedland.
Then we'll take you Broome next week.
Come on. Come and have some Chinese.
Come on.
(DOG WHIMPERS)
(LESTER SINGS) # Black girl, black girl
# Won't you love me tonight?
# Won't you come over, darling, make everything right?
# I know, I know
# It's hard for you
# And you know, darling
# It's hard for me too
# I know, I know, I love you true
# Come over, darling, say you love me too
# Black girl, black girl
# Won't you love me tonight?
# Come over, darling, make everything right
# Black girl, black girl
# Won't you love me and then
# Come over, darling, and love me again. #
Hey, excuse me.
Yeah, you.
What's your name?
I'm Roxanne. (GIGGLES)
I'm Willie.
Where you come from, Willie?
Broome. But I've been in Perth.
Perth, eh? Oh, I bin go Perth Iong time ago, you know?
Hey, proper cold, that place, cold weather time, eh?
Eh, not like this place.
Hot all year round. Like us women!
(LAUGHS)
What you doing here all on your own?
Er, just passing through.
You wanna come drink with us?
Umm...I don't know.
Don't you drink? Are you underage?
No, I drink.
Yeah, you look like real man.
Come on. Come on.
Come with me.
I'll show you a condom tree.
(ROXANNE LAUGHS) Yeah.
You look like...an angel.
(COUGHS) Yeah?
Yeah.
A black angel.
(LAUGHS) Well...that's what I am, Willie.
(LAUGHS)
Yeah, let's see what you saltwater boy can show this desert woman, hey?
Yeah, you show proper Kimberley woman proper good time.
(ZIPS)
(SCREAMS)
What you doing under my woman?
I didn't know she was your woman!
What's that, eh?! It's...from the condom tree.
Get up!
(GRUNTS)
(THUMP!)
(GROANS)
Who are you?
Young fella, young fella, young fella.
What are you hitting at kids for, eh?
That's...that's my nephew, that boy.
Come on, come on. I'm ready for you.
Come on. Come on!
(LAUGHS) Hey, Willie, I just give him the old one-two-three.
What? How did you find me?
All young fellas end up here at the condom tree.
(LAUGHS) Hey, Willie, we're going to Broome, we're going to Broome.
Even Slippery want to go to Broome. Right, Slippery?
Ja. We go to Broome. It's just up the road, yeah?
Yeah.
(VOMITS)
Oh. That's OK. That's OK.
Ah, Broome, ich komme. Ahh, ja.
(COUGHS)
It's good, ja?
Roxanne?
How hard is it for a woman to get some sleep back here?
How did you get in my van?
Black magic.
Hey! Tell ya, that old town gonna light up when Roxanne get to Broome!
Whoo!
(ROLF HARRIS SINGS) # Old man kangaroos keep pulling on the sleigh
# Hey, six white boomers
# Snow white boomers
# Racing Santa Claus through the blazing sun
(ALL JOIN IN) # Six white boomers
# Snow white boomers
# On his Australian run... #
What is a boomer?
It's a bloody big kangaroo.
(LAUGHS)
And who is Rolf Harris?
Is he an Aborigine like you?
Yeah. He's my cousin's brother.
Ahh.
(LAUGHS WILDLY) Hey. What am I? Hmm?
I don't know.
I'm a koala.
We are in the Dreamtime!
Hey, watch out for those roos!
Don't touch the wheel. Don't touch.
Um...um, cops. Um...um...police.
Police, you stupid hippie!
Quick, chuck me the stuff! Shut up, you.
I will do the talking. Now look what you've done!
Shut up, you two! Shut up!
Pull over.
ANNIE: Why do they persecute us?
We're free. We're just trying to have a good time!
Shut up.
We're free, we're free and we'll always be free!
WILLIE AND TADPOLE: Shut up!
ANNIE: What?
(VEHICLE STOPS TO A HALT)
I don't even know these people.
I only met them yesterday. That is right, ja?
Yeah.
I was on my way to visit my father
when that man jumped in front of my van.
Mm-hm.
What's your name?
Wolfgang Benedictus.
And how do you spell that, Adolph?
B-E-N-E-D-I-C-T-U-S.
You cannot hold me here. My father is a priest.
He will come and get me.
Thank you.
Yes, hello, um, I wish to speak to Father Benedictus.
MAN ON PHONE: I'm sorry, that's not possible. He's gone.
Gone? Yes.
Gone where?
He's travelling to Broome on school business.
Thank you.
He is on his way to Broome.
Get off him. Get off him.
Annie, Annie. Stop it! What are you doing?
Don't get involved.
Annie! Stop it! Annie! Annie!
Arggh! Get off him! Arggh!
Get off him, Annie! What are you doing? Stop it!
Get off him! Hey!
SLIPPERY: Get off me! Annie!
Annie!
This is not fair at all!
Just get... Oh!
Just come in. Just... Willie.
(ANNIE YELLS)
Oh! Get off!
(GROANS)
(ANNIE PANTS)
SLIPPERY: Stop struggling, Annie.
Willie...
Willie!
This is physical harassment, man.
(WILLIE PANTS)
ANNIE: Not cool at all.
Not cool at all!
Uncle, blackfellas die in jail, eh?
Come on. You get some sleep. Come on.
(SINGS) # Man of the gun come shot up the son
# And the girl and the child and the mother
# But the child is the son
# And the son is the child
# And the child is the son of the father
# And the passage of time just follows the line
# Of the law of the land and the Dreaming
# Listen to the news talking 'bout the blues of our people
# So look to the day when the sun shines its rays
# 'Cause I know that a new day is dawning
# And dawn it will come
# When the people as one
# Shall rise to the light of the morning
# Listen to the news talkin' 'bout the blues of our people
# Every day
# Discussing a way
# Ooh la-la-la-la
# La-la-la-la-la-la
# La-la-la-la-la
# Is this the end?
# Is this the end of our people?
# Is this the end?
# Is this the end of our people? #
TADPOLE: Come on, Willie. Wake up. Wake up, boy. Wake up.
Last night I had a dream.
There were bush people here, with you.
But it wasn't here, it was...
..it was somewhere else.
Those are the old people, Iooking after us.
You alright? Hey?
Nothing broken?
No. It's not that.
Slippery's father is Father Benedictus.
He's going to go tell Mum about me, that I'm a sinner and a thief
and, well, now I won't be able to go back to Broome.
And I won't be able to go back to Clontarf.
I'll have nowhere to go.
I'll end up like you!
Your mummy will forgive you.
You don't know my mum.
Well...I'll fix it with your mum then.
Don't you worry about that. I'll talk to her about it.
What we got to do is beat that mongrel Father Benedictus to Broome.
(KEYS RATTLE, FOOTSTEPS APPROACH)
(DOOR IS UNLOCKED AND OPENED)
MAN: OK, you can go now.
Come on, Willie.
Stand up. Come on, Willie.
Willie?
Get up!
Hey.
We're going to Broome.
Today is a bran nue dae.
Come on, boy. Let's go.
See, I told you it's just up the road.
So where do we go now?
Turn here, turn here, turn here. We go to Roebuck first.
Oohh. I need a drink.
You and me both, fella. Yeah.
TADPOLE: Let me out! Let me out!
(BAND PLAYS IN PUB)
The Roey Hotel!
WILLIE: But, Uncle, you promised. Wait, Uncle!
It's been a long time between drinks and I'll talk to your mummy later,
but now, just one drink, just one little drink.
Hey! Roxanne, here for a proper good time!
(SINGS) # Mmm, yeah, yeah, yeah
# Sometimes it's hard to be a woman
# Oh, giving all your love to just one man
# Oh, yeah
# You'll have bad times
# We'll have good times
# Doing things that you don't understand
# Stand by your man
# Give him two arms to cling to
# And something warm to come to
# When the nights are cold and lonely
# Stand by your man
# And show the world you love him
# He's giving you all the love he can, ooh, oh, yeah. #
TADPOLE: Willie, Willie!
Get up, get up! Come on. Come on, Willie!
Come here. Come on, get up, man.
Get up, get up, get up. What's wrong with you?
That's him there.
Who's him?
# Ah-ooh, oh, yeah
# Stand by your man
# And show the world you love him... #
Oh, Lordy, Lordy!
Willie!
Now you can find him, you wanna get up there and grab him.
But I feel big shame. I'm dirty.
We all dirty. Come on.
# ..man. #
Yes!
(CHEERING AND APPLAUSE)
Hello, my dear. My name is Tadpole. Steven Johnson.
Uncle Tadpole.
And this here my boy... Well, he was here.
What's his name?
Willie.
Willie? Yeah.
And he want to see you.
Well, you can tell Willie that he's too late.
Hello, Willie.
Hello, Rosie.
Well, I'd better go now.
Hey, wait. I wanna talk to you.
What about?
Excuse me, who are you?
Oh...I remember now.
You're that little boy.
Rosie's little friend.
Rosie, leave us.
What?!
I said get out.
Hey, don't talk to her like that.
Listen, Lester. Just move.
WILLIE: Rosie.
MAN: Alright, everyone, last drinks!
Rosie, wait. Rosie! Rosie!
Hey, I told you, didn't I? Stay away from my woman.
SLIPPERY: Willie! TADPOLE: No, let it go.
Stand up!
ANNIE: Willie! Willie!
Hey, Willie! Give him the old one-two-three, Willie!
Ow!
(ONLOOKERS CHEER)
ROSIE: Willie, watch out!
Willie. Willie.
Willie, say something.
Talk to me. Say something.
(BELL PEALS)
I love you, Rosie.
Oh, Willie.
m_.
(BELL PEALS, GOSPEL CHOIR SINGS)
Quick, Willie. Your mum's coming. Get up.
(CHOIR SINGS) # All the way, Jesus
# All the way, Lord
# Bend me and shape me
# Give me your reward
# Let me lie in your body
# When I'm wracked in my pain
# And just light up the loving
# That always remains... #
Brothers and sisters! Tonight, it's the night of miracles!
CHOIR: Hallelujah!
Come and be reborn.
Be reborn. Yes!
Leave this house of sin!
Leave this house of sin. Leave it.
WOMAN: Come and join us, sister!
(CHOIR HUMS)
Come.
Come and join us, sister.
Come and join us, sister, brother.
Why don't you let a proper Kimberley woman show you proper good time?
I thought you were ashamed of me.
I could never be ashamed of you.
PREACHER: Do you believe?
ALL: We believe.
Tonight is the night of miracles.
Yes!
Are there anyone among you who wants to testify?
I can feel that someone need to testify.
I wanna testify. Shut up, Annie.
Are you a sinner, woman?
Oh, yes. I've been a bad person. I've been bent on free love.
I had a child out of wedlock when I was 16
and I gave it away and I'm not worthy.
I'm a sinner and I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
Let's sing it one more time for our sister.
# All the way, Jesus
# Just all the way, Lord... #
I too have lost a child and I too have been a sinner.
I had a child to another man.
Behold! A vision from God!
(ALL GASP)
(MAJESTIC MUSIC)
We are all sinners, my children.
We are all angels und devils.
Lux in tenebris! Light in the darkness.
I had a child to that man there!
(ALL GASP)
He took my child away to Germany 20 years ago.
(ALL GASP)
Mein vater! Mein vater!
Wolfgang? My son?
My son!
SLIPPERY: My father.
Wolfy, this is your mother, Theresa.
Well, not the Mother Theresa, but she is your mother Theresa.
Hello, Theresa.
Meine Mutter?
My son? My son!
My prayers have been answered.
Willie, you have a brother.
I am an Aborigine!
(ALL CHEER)
I got a story to tell if anyone wanna listen.
When I was young I got married,
but my wife had a child to another man.
Where is that woman now?
That's her right there.
(PEOPLE GASP)
Steven? Steven Johnson.
PASTOR: He's returned to be saved!
No more drinking. No more loose women.
No, no, no. Hang on a minute.
I never meant to do it, Steven.
It was the devil's work.
(PEOPLE MURMUR)
Where are you going?
I need a drink.
You don't need a drink, Steven. Wait for me!
Mutti?
Wait for me, Steven!
Wait for me! My mutti!
Mutti, please wait! Mutti!
WILLIE: Mum?
Willie? What are doing here?
You're meant to be in school. Did you bring him?
No.
I ran away from Clontarf.
THERESA: You run away?!
I work like a dog for you to study hard and be a priest
and you run away?!
And what are you doing with that girl?!
Have you turned your back on God?
No, Mum, I haven't.
Oh, Lord. Have you lost your faith?
No, Mum, I just don't want to be a priest.
CHOIR: Ohh!
I don't understand.
What do you want, Willie?
I want this!
To be at home, under the stars, fishing,
to be with you and with my girl, Rosie.
CHOIR: Amm.
God is here. This is heaven.
Well, you better talk to your father about what he thinks.
No, not that Father, your father - Steven Johnson Tadpole.
(ALL GASP)
Willie?
Uncle Tadpole?
Willie.
Mein brother!
We are all one in the eyes of God.
We thank the Lord for everything he provides
and for watching over his flock.
Amen.
ALL: Amen.
Come on, you mob, soup's getting cold.
(ALL CHATTER)
ANNIE: Actually, I've got another confession.
I was adopted out as a child.
All I remember is being pulled from a sea of wailing black faces
and being raised in the city to be white.
Yeah, I'm one of you guys. I'm an Aborigine too.
You've got to be kidding.
Today, everyone's an Aborigine!
ALL: Yeah!
(ALL SING) # There's nothing I would rather be
# Than to be an Aborigine
# And watch you take my precious land away
# For nothing gives me greater joy
# Than to watch you fill each girl and boy
# With superficial existential shit
# Now, you may think I'm cheeky, but I'd be satisfied
# To rebuild your convict ships and sail you on the tide
# There's nothing I would rather be
# Than to be an Aborigine
# And dream of just what heaven must be like
# Where moth and rust do not corrupt
# When I die I know I'll be going up
# 'Cause you know that I've had my hell on earth
# Sheek-a-doo-bap A sheek-a-da-boo
# A-sheek a-doo-bap A-sheek a-da-boop
# Brrrrrbbbp!
# Sheek-app, wee-wappadoo!
# God gave us Ten Commandments
# We know we are informed
# Judgment day is coming
# We're always being warned
# There's nothing I would rather be
# Than to be an Aborigine
# And watch you take my precious land away
# Oh, no, no, no
# And watch you take my precious land away! #
(ALL CHEER)
SONG: # Oh, we're on our way
# Alright!
# Oooh, ooh
# Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
# Alright, yeah!
# Oooh! Hey!
# Alright, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
# On the way to a bran nue dae
# Everybody, everybody say
# Yeah, we're on our way
# On the way to a bran nue dae
# To a bran nue dae!
# Everybody, everybody say
# On the way to a bran nue dae
# To a bran nue dae
# Everybody, everybody say
# Yeah, we're on our way!
# On the way to a bran nue dae
# To a bran nue dae!
# Everybody, everybody say
# Oh!
# Ooh-ooh-ooh
# Alright, now
# Oooh!
# Oooh-ooh-ooh Oooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
# Alright, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
# On the way to a bran nue dae
# To a bran nue dae!
# Everybody, everybody say
# Yeah, we're on our way
# On our way to a bran nue dae
# To a bran nue dae
# Everybody, everybody say
# On the way to a bran nue dae
# Everybody, everybody, yeah
# Everybody, everybody say
# Yeah, we're on our way
# On the way to a bran nue dae
# Everybody say
# Everybody, everybody say
# Everybody say, now
# On the way to a bran nue dae!
# Bran nue dae
# Everybody, everybody say
# On the way to a bran nue dae
# Everybody, everybody say. #
SONG: # Nyul Nyul girl
# You're the one I love
# You're from Bilyard scrub
# And you're the only one I love
# Nyul Nyul girl
# Walking out at night
# Teeth shining white
# And ain't nothing else in sight
# 'Cause I love you
# Now, I'll love you until
# The arrajina Djarindjin hills arrajina ungarrabin goolil
# Nyul Nyul girl
# I love you from your toes
# To your gumbi nose
# And that's just the way it goes
# 'Cause I love you
# Now, I'll love you until
# The arrajina Djarindjin hills arrajina ungarrabin goolil
# Mm-mm
# Yes, I love you
# Now, I love you until
# The arrajina Djarindjin hills arrajina ungarrabin goolil. #
MAN: This song is called 'Millya Rumarra' which means bran nue dae.
(SONG PLAYS)
This fella song is all about the Aboriginal people.
Coloured people.
Black people, long Australia.
(SINGS) # Here I live in this tin shack
# Nothing here worth coming back
# To drunken fights and awful sights
# People drunk most every night
# On the way to a bran nue dae
# Everybody, everybody say
# On the way to a bran nue dae
# Everybody, everybody say
# Nothing old and nothing new
# You want us all to be like you
# We've no future, we have no past
# Hope the sun will shine at last
# On the way to a bran nue dae
# Everybody, everybody say
# On the way to a bran nue dae
# Everybody, everybody say... #
Other day I bin go along to social security.
I bin asked for a job.
They bin say, "What's your working experience?"
I bin tell them I got nothing.
They say, "How come?"
# Just want rights after all the wrongs
# Still we find we don't belong
# Now they want to take it all away
# What kind this one - bran nue dae?
# On the way to a bran nue dae
# Everybody, everybody say
# On the way to a bran nue dae
# Everybody, everybody say... #
Yeah, they bin talk about this kind,
that kind, any kind, every kind.
But still same kind.
And, boy, make me slack.
Bran nue dae. Mmm.