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- My turn next.

Come on.

Toss.

- There's no clouds.

There's no clouds, miss.

- Quickly, children, inside,
hurry up.

Melanie, Melanie.

Children, come on.

Get inside.

Come on, come on.

Everybody sit down, now, come.

Sit down now.
- It's going down.

- Sit down.

All right, sit down and calm
down.

Everybody, calm down.

Get down.

Wayne, stop that screaming.

We are witnessing nature at
work.

As we all know, it
never rains in November.

Karl, will you sit down?

Shit.

- Away from the window.

- Good night, Guido.

- Oh, Mr. Burton.

Mr. Burton, sorry.

Sorry, I almost forgot.

I have a surprise for Mrs.
Burton.

- Annie will be delighted.

- I grow it in my own garden.

Yes?

- Yeah.

- Well, I've never seen a
yellower pepper.

- Thank you, thank you.

- Thanks.

Listen, will you
get this bloody thing

out of the way?

Oh, what are you
doing? You can't park there.

Get it out of the way.

Hey, hey, what are you doing?

Get off here.

Hey, move it.

Move the bloody thing.

What do you
think this is, bush week?

You can't park here, get away.

Open the door, door.

Hey, move it.

During the last 24 hours.

Following a freak thunderstorm,

hail hit the desert town of
Milawee in Central Australia,

the first ever recorded
fall of hail in the region.

Weather experts say the
situation is being caused

by an unusually widespread
low pressure drop

moving up from the southern
polar ice.

Hello, Daddy.

Hello, Sophie.

Oh, what a nice surprise.

It was so wet today,

we couldn't go out to play at
school.

Oh, really?

Easy one.

- Nice and sweet.

Tell us about school, Sophie.

- Oh, yes, we started
painting windows today.

- Painting windows?

Mm-hmm.

What windows?

Very dark.

- Very dark.

- And when the sun shines
through,

we got all these different
colours.

- That should be pretty.

- Darling, Andrew asked
us to dinner on Wednesday.

- I know, Betty phoned me this
morning.

- Hm, she did?

- Yes.

- Doesn't trust me anymore.

- Well, after last time.

- Grace, darling, will
you let Daddy by, please?

- What's the matter?

- Annie.

- Oh, my god.

- It's raining.

Children, up here at once.

Come on, out of that wet, come
on.

Come on, hurry.

Oh.
- Who left these taps on?

Did you children
leave these taps on?

No.

Well, they
don't go on by themselves.

Come on, out, out, out.

Now, take off those wet things.

I'll be with you in a minute.

I'll get something to help clean
it up.

God, the carpet.

- Was Grace out of bed again?

- Mm-hmm.

- Dave?

What's the matter?

What's happened?

It was a dream.

Just a dream, darling.

- It's all right.

Grace, chop's ready now.

- Here you are, Sophie.

- It says make it mullet if
you want a saver in seafood.

- I know, the price of fish is
appalling.

- Is it?

- Hm, even mullet's expensive.

- We never eat mullet.

- But the accountant in
that end of the company

was supposed to know nothing
about it.

Well, listen.

I'll contact Ed about it Monday.

It's a taxation problem, mainly.

It's all right, I can
understand your getting upset.

It's all right.

Yes, I'll see you Monday, bye.

- You lawyers are worse than
doctors.

You look tired.

- Well, I haven't been sleeping
well.

Problems at the office?

- No.

I've been having bad dreams.

- Are you serious?

Yes.

- Oh.

You used to have those terrible
dreams

when you were a little boy.

Nightmares.

Used to worry your poor mother
sick.

- What sort of dreams?

- Oh, I don't know, the usual.

Witches, ghosts, the wind.

Whoo.

Whoa.

Oh.

I'm riding.

- I remember one night,

not long after I married your
mother,

you came to me and told me

you were afraid to go to sleep
at night

because, explained this
very serious little boy,

when you go to sleep, people
come and steal your body.

- Did I say what sort of people?

- I asked that and you said taxi
drivers.

Huh, taxi drivers?

- Taxi drivers on night
shift stole people's bodies

and took them on a long
ride to another world

and returned in the morning.

That's why you said you
wake up feeling tired

in the morning.

Whee, it's pouring.

Mommy, and
now, I'm getting dizzy.

Are you?

- Yes.
- Oh.

Come on, you.

- You stole our things.

Get him, boys.

Get him, go.

Come on, Billy.

Get on there with Tom.

I don't need your bloody tea
cup, Billy.

You don't let 'em wait.

- Getting car, outside of winded
station.

Signal one, repeat, signal one.

Car 49, five suspects

detained in connection with this
matter

now being conveyed to the
station.

- Hold it.

In you go.

There we go.

He was a
strong, healthy young man.

He was pissed
though, I'll tell you that.

Not more than
the usual Saturday night.

Bruising on the neck.

Some facial abrasions.

Water in the lungs.

Not a lot.

I don't think there was
enough to drown him.

- So what killed the bastard?

- His heart stopped beating.

- Gee, well, don't look at me.

You're the doctor.

- What's the charge
gonna be, manslaughter?

- Probably.

- There's something about this.

- You once told me a cup of
fresh water

was enough to drown a sheep,
right?

So half a cup would drown
an Abo, right?

- David.

Telephone.

It's Don somebody or other
from the legal aid office.

- Ah, Don Fishburn.

Yeah.

Stop it.

Stop.

- Don, how are you?

I'm fine, thanks.

How are you gonna ruin my
Sunday?

Well, I hardly do any
criminal work, you know that.

I know that but I also
know you support legal aid.

- Well, yes, of course
I support legal aid.

It was Sammy Damo
who suggested your name to me

because he said you
had a little experience

working with Aborigines.

- No, I've never worked on
a case involving Aborigines.

I did give some advice once
on a land rights question.

Can we get together tomorrow,

say around two o'clock in the
afternoon,

just to go through the whole
thing?

- Would you go in now, please?

- Okay, fellas, here we go.

Right.

Gerry, where's your brother?

Where's Chris?

Now, listen, all of you.

You heard the magistrate.

You're in serious trouble.

Now, where is he?

I want the truth.

He hasn't run away, has he?

- Chris wouldn't do that.

- You tell him from me that if
he

or any one of you let David
down, he'll drop the case.

All right?

Well, I'll let you get on with
it.

Thanks.

That's okay.

And you blokes make sure

you turn up for your
appointments.

- My field is corporate
taxation.

Please bear with me.

I have here.

Oh, sit down, sit down.

We have here a police statement,

a statement you gave the police,

which I can't seem to find.

Anyway, they say that you had
a fight with Billy Corman,

knocked him into a pool
of water and he drowned.

Is that what happened?

Gerry?

- We didn't do it.

- What did happen?

- Billy died, that's all.

How?

How did he die?

Too many drink.

Fight.

Billy died.

- They're keeping something from
me.

Why should they do that?

- I don't know.

It's just a feeling.

Little things.

One of them says they
knew Billy only slightly.

Another one says they were old
friends.

Things like that.

- Latest evidence suggests

that the Aboriginal people have
been here

for over 50,000 years.

- A few blacks

get drunk, have a fight, kill a
man.

It seems simple.

They get three or four years.

Perhaps,
they're tribal Aborigines.

- Don says there aren't any
tribal people in the city.

- Maybe he's wrong.

- Darling, he works with these
people.

- Well, I'm going to bed.

You come too.

- No.

I must do some more work.

- That's not the real reason, is
it?

You're worried you won't be able
to sleep.

- Sweet dreams.

- Don't drink too much coffee.

Good night.

- Good night.

- Yeah, it's been raining,
hasn't it?

Very hard.

Daddy said we
could have cream on our toast.

I'm putting rice balls on mine.

- What did he talk about? What
did he say?

- Oh, he said he knew things,

that he had things.

He said that he could get rich.

Examination of that because...

What sort of
things do you think he had?

- Oh, an old kangaroo skin?

You know the way these blokes
brag when they're drunk.

- [Man On T A little
disappointing there.

Why do you
think they attacked him?

I don't think.

He might have
a little too much of a whip.

- I got work to do.

Poor Amir there,
didn't seem to give too much,

although she did get a good
start off

but seemed to move toward
the outside rail a little.

- What have the Aborigines
got to say for themselves?

There's nothing here of any
value.

- They won't tell me
anything, nothing important.

- You mean, you couldn't
get anything out of them.

- I don't know.

I've been reading about a case

in the desert region
above South Australia,

a tribal killing.

Some of the men were talking
about tribal secrets.

A woman overheard them.

One of the men broke a
bottle and slit her throat.

- So?

- They were let off.

Bastard.

- The judge put them in the
hands of his tribal elders.

They speared him in the leg
three times

and that was his punishment.

- Yes, well, the tribal
law angle might work

if you were dealing with
tribal people in a tribal area.

But we're not.

These are city people.

- You might be wrong.

- Oh, come on, David.

I think I've got to dispel
a few romantic notions

you seem to have.

Number one.

The traditional culture of the
Aborigines

only survives among
full-bloods in the far north

and in some parts of the desert.

The nearest tribal Aborigines
live a thousand miles

from Sydney.

Number two, the people we
call Aborigines in the cities

are no different culturally
from depressed whites.

We destroy their languages

and their ceremonies,
their songs, their dances

and their tribal laws.

The only thing to do is to...

Is to plead guilty from the
beginning.

Get a light sentence, send them
up the river for six months

then to their wives and kids.

That's all we can do.

- This is Gerry.

Jacko.
- Gerry.

- Lindsay.

And Larry.

Michael Zeadler, he'll be
your barrister in this case.

Hello, I'm Chris Lee.

All right.

Now, I want to help
you and I will help you

but first of all, you've got to
help me.

I've got to know certain things

that happened here on that night

and you've got to tell me
exactly
as it happened, all right?

Now, the first thing I have to
know

is where exactly were you
standing.

So can you tell me, please?

Where were you standing on
the night that it happened?

- Here's Daddy.

You can have a go at my bird,
Daddy.

His name is Monty.

- David, hello.

- Oh, darling.

One of the Aborigines is
coming here to dinner.

- Tonight?

- Yes, I thought if I could
get him away from the others,

he might give me some
sort of line on the case.

Sorry, I didn't call.

- What, who is he?

What's his name?

- Chris.

Charlie there?

- Did you tell this Chris

that you'd seen him in the dream
thing?

- Yes, I did.

- Well?

- He just nodded

as if it were quite an
ordinary thing to say.

- You know, I'm a fourth
generation Australian.

I've never met an Aboriginal
before.

- This is Charlie.

- Come in.

Come in, please.

Annie, this is Chris.

- How do you do?
- And Charlie. Hello, Charlie.

- Back to bed this minute.

Excuse me.

- Shall we go in for a drink?

Beer, wine?

What would you like?

- He doesn't speak English.

- Ah.

- Water will be fine.

- Water.

Yes, I'll just get some.

- Why didn't you tell me he
was bringing somebody with him?

- Well, I didn't know.

- Well, who is he?

- I don't know.

- Is Charlie a relative of
yours, Chris?

- He's a painter.

- Oh, I paint too.

That's some of my work over
there.

- Very nice.

- Thank you.

Are you and Charlie tribal
people?

- No tribal people in the city.

- Charlie?

- Oh, no, darling.

- They asked to see it.

Ah.

This is my stepfather.

He's a minister.

And my mother.

She died when I was still a
little boy.

Both my parents are dead.

Let's see.

Older ones.

This is my grandfather.

Here are two pictures of
my mother's grandfather.

- Where is your clan territory?

- My clan territory?

- I don't know what he means.

- From sunrise or sunset?

- From sunrise.

From South America, I was born
there.

Why is he so interested in
my mother's grandfather?

- He's interested in you.

We're nothing but the law we
learned from our forefathers.

- But surely men are
more important than laws.

- No, the law is more important

than just man.

Why did Billy die?

- I'll get some coffee.

- He saw things, took things.

The things he shouldn't touch.

- What sort of things?

- Just the things.

- Could I see them?

- No.

- Why not?

- Then you must die too.

He wants to know about you
seeing me.

- I was in my study, asleep.

I woke up and you were in the
next room across the hall,

standing, holding a stone.

- What was on the stone?

- A carving.

A kind of face.

There was blood on one
corner of the stone.

What did I see?

- A dream.

- What are dreams?

- A dream like seeing,

hearing, talking.

The way of knowing things.

- Like what?

- Like, if my family's in
trouble,

from dream, they send me a
messages.

- In dreams?

- And through my body.

Part of my body will move
if my brother call me.

I'll show you a dream.

Dream is a shadow

of something real.

What is it?

Hello, Chris.

- In the jail, you're in one
little room

all day and all night.

- Chris, I can't help you unless
you tell me what Billy saw.

- No.

Can't you see it is hard for me?

Your people pulling me this way.

Something more strong is holding
me back.

- You'll go to jail, all of you.

You're in desperate trouble.

- No.

You in trouble.

You.

- Why do you say that?

- You don't know what dreams are
anymore.

- Chris, what are you
trying to protect me from?

Charlie?

Where is he?

I want talk to him.

- He's not here.

He's gone away.

- I had another dream.

- You're dreaming about secret.

It is death to know them.

- What secrets?

Chris, if you tell me, I can get
you off.

For Christ's sake, you've killed
a man.

- Listen to me.

Why don't you go away?

You'll die.

Leave us alone.

Go away.

- I can't go away.

- Charlie is an owl.

He can fly through the air.

He can do many things.

Lots of magic.

He got the power.

But you.

I think you may be Mulkurul.

- What is that?

- You different tribe from
another world.

Across the sea from sunrise.

- Mulkurul.

Mulkurul.

Mr. Zeadler.

- He's in conference at the
moment.

He's not to be disturbed, Mr.
Burton.

- David, what are you...

- It's tribal.

- What's tribal?

What are you talking about?

- I've just had my life
threatened.

They're all part of some
secret tribal group.

There's an old man Charlie...

- It doesn't happen in the city.

- I wanna plead not guilty.

I think we can get them off.

- I think you're making a
mistake.

- Then I suggest you drop out.

- Good.

'Cause I don't want to make
a fool of myself or of them.

You know something?

That middle-class
patronising attitude of yours

towards the blacks revolts me.

For the best part of 10 years,

I've worked with these people

while you sat, making a fortune

on tax dodges for corporations.

And you come in here with
this idiotic, romantic crap

about tribal people.

- Send the papers to my office.

Personal effects of
Billy Corman.

I want these
stones photographed.

Sorry, sir, the
gallery's closed.

- I have an appointment with Dr.
Whitburn.

- This one I've seen before.

A spirit from the Dreamtime.

Aborigines believe in two forms
of time,

two parallel streams of
activity.

One is the daily objective
activity

to which you and I are confined.

The other is an infinite
spiritual cycle

called the Dreamtime.

More real than reality itself.

Whatever happens in the
Dreamtime establishes the
values,

symbols and laws of Aboriginal
society.

Some people of unusual spiritual
powers

have contact with the Dreamtime.

- How?

- Through their dreams,

through ceremonies
involving sacred objects

like these stones.

- What is the name of that
spirit?

- Oh, it's name is one
of the few words recorded

from a tribe once active in
Sydney.

Now extinct, of course.

- Mulkurul?

- Mulkurul.

This is a name given to a race
of spirits

who came from the rising sun

bringing sacred objects
with them like these stones.

This tribe believed that the
Mulkurul expressed themselves

through people of unusual
spiritual power.

- You mean, they're sometimes
human?

- Yes, the local belief was
that they acted through humans.

- White men?

- No.

Frankly, I don't think that any
of us

has the spiritual powers

that tribal people expect from
Mulkurul.

You see, a Mulkurul has
incredible premonitory dreams.

They usually appear at the end
of a cycle

when nature has to renew itself.

Most primitive cultures
see life in cycles.

Each cycle ends with an
apocalypse of some kind.

And then there is a rebirth.

- What sort of apocalypse?

- Oh, usually a natural
cataclysm,

a freeze, a flood, a big rain.

I don't like that man, Mummy.

- What man?

- That black man.

What black man?

- I think he's a witch.

- Listen to me. I want you
to go straight to your room,

join Sophie and stay there until
Daddy gets home, all right?

Go away.

Go away.

Mrs. Burton?

You there?

Hello, Mrs. Burton.

Are you all right?

- Yes, yes, come in.

Did you see anybody in the
street?

No, why?

Are you expecting someone?

- No, no.

Only David.

Can we come
downstairs now, please, Mummy?

- Yes, of course, darlings.

Hello.

Hello, hello.

Come on, let's go and have some
tea.

We're going
to the Potters', Sue.

Their number's by the phone.

Okay.

Hey, my mother's had her cruise
cancelled.

Something to do with the
weather or something.

Cyclones in the South Pacific.

They're all in the wrong season.

Really?

Do you think it's
the stars, Mrs. Burton?

- I don't know what it is.

Like comets and funny weather.

Yes, yes.

- No, I just thought I'd find
out

if everything was all right.

That's all.

Oh, that's good.

Well, we'll be home early
anyway.

- Lots of pollution right over
here.

You know, I'm convinced
that the weather's changed

since I was a boy.

- Over here.

You know, Annie, I never
see David nowadays.

- Neither do I.

- He's always at Redfern.

We're no longer Potter, Davies
and Burton.

We're Potter, Davies and
Aboriginals.

Here comes the southerly.

- Mummy.

Yes, darling?

- I saw them.

- What did you see?

- Angels in pink satin robes.

- Oh, they must have
been lovely, my precious.

- And there was a beautiful
light.

- Why don't you snuggle down,
darling?

It's very late.

- I'm glad you and Daddy are
back.

You sleep now.

- And in the pink satin robes,

the angels were floating around.

And Jesus was there, Mummy.

I love Jesus.

- He loves you too.

- And I love you, Mummy.

And I love Daddy too.

- Of course, you do.

Settle down now.

Daddy'll come and give you a big
kiss.

- Annie, what's wrong?

- He was here, the old man.

- What are you saying?

- He was out there in the
street watching us, watching.

- Darling, why didn't you tell
me?

Why didn't you...

- Why in the name of God
are you helping them?

Why are they so important?

- Annie.

Annie, Annie, Annie, Annie.

Darling, why didn't you tell me?

- Because I can't talk to you
anymore.

I can't get, I don't know you
anymore.

- Plenty of parking, come along.

The young gentleman in that
Volvo car

and the other one in the
Volkswagen.

We've got plenty of space here
for you.

Do come along

and we'll look after your
car like a newborn baby.

And also, we'll be very
moderate in our charges.

Would you like to come?

And please do.

We'll be happy to.

Parking is available.

Come along.

Ladies and gentlemen,

there's plenty of parking
space available for you.

Do come drive straight in and
leave your car with impunity.

We'll look after it, and
then we'll deliver it to you.

Young man with the Volvo car.

We want your custom very, very
badly.

Come along, do come.

And the other young man in the
Torana, we like you as well.

Come along, we like your face.

And, of course, some of
these lovely little babies

from the country.

Oh, my, with apples on their
cheeks.

Oh, they've brought those
country apples along.

How sweet to see these smiling
faces.

- Does Charlie live here?

Can I see him?

Do you speak English?

Could you stay awhile?

- I speak English.

Sometime I speak English.

Sometime I don't.

- You were outside my house
yesterday.

You frightened my wife.

What do you want?

Who are you?

- Who are you?

- What?

- Who are you?

Who are you?

Who are you?

Who are you?

Who are you?

Who are you?

Who are you?

Who are you?

Are you a fish?

- No.

- Are you a snake?

Are you a man?

Who are you?

Who are you?

Who are you?

Who are you?

Who are you?

Who are you?

Who are you?

Are you Mulkurul?

- Yes.

Don't speak in that court.

This has been falling

in most parts of the Sydney
metropolitan area today.

Now, opinion around town

seems to favour the pollution
theory,

and I must say that I'm
inclined to agree with that.

I took the liberty of
checking with the CSIRO,

and they tell me that the prime
content

of whatever it was that
fell was petroleum, oil.

This could be the answer to
the current energy crisis.

But maybe you have an opinion on
this

that you'd like to express.

- Found the most beautiful
and amazing rock paintings

Australia possesses.

The most mysterious with their
hints of Egyptian sun gods.

Hallucinations are real.

I didn't hear you come in.

- Where are the children?

- I sent them to mother's.

Just till the trial's over.

Do you want me to go too?

- Yes, I want you to go too.

- David.

- Listen, darling.

I want you to take the
children and go away.

Go away from the city.

Do you understand?

- But what is it?

- I don't know yet.

But I'm frightened, Annie.

- The events of the 29th of
November are perfectly clear.

The accused, in a state of
intoxication,

attacked and killed Billy
Corman.

Now, you mustn't permit the
sorry history of conflict

between the Aboriginal
and European cultures

to cloud your judgement.

Your verdict must not in
any way reflect the sympathy

we all feel for the few unhappy
survivors

of the original inhabitants
of this land who operated

until the arrival of the white
man,

under a system of tribal laws.

Your verdict must be based upon
the law as it prevails today

over and for the protection
of all Australians.

And the accused, in killing
Billy Corman,

broke that most sacred law of
all.

- The entry into the lungs

of quite a small quantity of
fresh water

can kill a person in a matter of
seconds.

The same quantity of seawater
would often not be lethal.

- Would you describe the
condition

of the deceased's neck and
throat?

- There was severe bruising,

consistent with manual
strangulation.

The hyoid bone was intact,

so death was not due to
strangulation.

It was caused by...

- Drowning.

In my opinion, the deceased fell

or was pushed into a pool of
water,

some of which he inhaled.

- No further questions.

- Doctor, do you ever
have any difficulties

determining the cause of death,

particularly when confronted
by a number of possibilities?

- Yes.

- This case, for example?

- This was not straightforward.

- And yet you're absolutely
certain

that the cause of death was
drowning.

- Yes, I am.

- Do you know what this is,
Doctor?

A bone.

It's an Aboriginal death bone.

- Your Honour, I must object.

I fail to see any relevance.

- Your Honour, the relevance of
the bone

will become clear, I think, as I
continue.

- Well, Mr. Burton, with
your assurance, continue.

- Do you know what tribal
sorcerers do

with a bone like this?

- Well, I thought that
was common knowledge.

He points it at his victim
and the victim dies.

- Exactly.

If you examined the body of such
a victim,

is it possible that you would
find

no apparent cause of death?

- It's possible.

- I put it to you that Billy
Corman died

as the result of tribal sorcery.

- No, because the deceased
was not a tribal man.

- Your secret is linked to the
water.

The black rain, the weather.

Is that what it is?

Tell me.

It affects us all, doesn't it?

Doesn't it.

- I don't know everything.

- My dreams are about water.

My dreams frighten me and
they frighten Charlie.

Am I dreaming your secret?

Chris, something,
someone wants me to know.

Mulkurul wants me to know.

Chris, in my dream of you,

you offered me a sacred stone.

You offered the secret to me.

- I die.

- I'm gonna ask you questions in
court.

You must answer me, truthfully.

Do you swear that the
evidence you are about to give

will be the truth,

the whole truth and nothing but
the truth?

Say, so help me God.

- So help me God.

- Chris,

are you a tribal Aborigine?

- You must answer the question,
Mr. Lee.

- Yes.

Where is your tribal ground?

Here.

You mean here in the city?

- Yes.

- Objection, Your Honour.

- Overruled.
- I fail to see any relevance.

- Continue.

- Chris, at the time of the
settlement of this colony,

how many people were in your
tribe?

- Many thousands of people.

- And how many of you today?

- Just a few.

- Do you have sacred
sites close to the city?

- Yes.

- Caves?

- Yes.

- What does it mean to be
tribal?

- You know things, secret
things.

Is that tribal law?

- Yes.

What happens
if you break tribal law?

- You are punished.

Was Billy Corman
a member of your tribe?

- I must object, Your Honour.

That's a leading question, Your
Honour.

- Overruled.

Continue.

- Was Billy a member of your
tribe, Chris?

Was he?

- He wanted to be.

But he didn't go through yet.

- Through what?

- The law.

- Did Billy Corman break the
tribal law?

- Yes.

- How did he do that?

Did he see things?

Did he touch things or steal
something?

Yes.

- What?

Stones?

These stones?

Are these stones sacred?

Chris, what is the secret Billy
died for?

Does someone forbid you to say?

The one who pointed the bone?

The spirit man?

I must protest of this.

Objection, Your Honour.

It's getting out hand.

- Mr. Burton.
- Does he not want us to know

about the rain?

- Mr. Burton.
- Objection, Your Honour.

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.

Mr. Burton, I
will overlook it this time,

but I must warn you,

I will not tolerate such
behaviour in any court

over which I have control.

- 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.

The world where what 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 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,

for a whole month before you
dreamt it.

And what you dreamt happened.

Charlie.

Charlie.

Hello, Daddy.

Hello, Sophie.

Oh, what a nice surprise.

Where's Mummy?

Upstairs.

- Charlie.

Charlie.

- I take you.

Now.

Come on, hurry up.

Quickly.

Come on, let's go.

Come on. Come on 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.

But we always tricked them.

And now, because of your
dream and my dream too,

I brought you here.

But I 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 knew a wave was
coming.

A second wave.

A calendar.

A calendar.

A calendar.

Charlie.