Original subtitles

Get, get, get... Want a go at me, bro? Come on.

Come on.

Stop pissing around, you dickhead!

- Oi, come on. - Thank you, bus driver.

Thank you, sir.

Where to next? Criterion?

No, it'll be shut.

That's bullshit. It can't be shut this early.

New owners.

Well, let's go to yours, then, Nicko.

Check it out.

HE WOLF WHISTLES

- Watch and learn, boys. - Oh, here we go.

Good book?

I love reading.

Yeah, it's true - he can read.

A bit.

LAUGHTER

BUZZING SOUND

Hey!

Can I have my book back?

Not until you talk to me.

Please.

Oh, has got a nice firm grip, this one!

You're tough for a little chick.

Show us the muscles.

Let me just have one little read of your book, please.

Oh, you can handle the four of us. Come on.

Love a strong woman!

She's a Hairy.

You shouldn't be outside The Zone, you filthy rug.

- Stop the bus! - Call the Containment Authority.

- There's a Hairy on the bus! - Stop the bus!

You're not going anywhere.

There's a Hairy on the bus, get her off!

Agh! Oh!

- You all right? - Call the CA, quick!

Stay away from her, she's a Hairy!

You won't get away with this, you freak!

# Take the head and the...

# Take the head and the body will follow

# Take the head and the...

# Take the head and the body will follow

# Take the head and the...

# Take me home

# Take me home. #

The shocking injuries suffered

by the young man, Ludo Abbiati, last night

only reaffirms this government's commitment

to keep these dangerous subhumans within the area known as The Zone.

Minister, have there been any other reported incidences

of attacks on humans living within The Zone?

None that I've heard of, no.

Humans who live in The Zone must carry valid IDs

and are free to come and go from The Zone area as they wish.

But Hairies who try and exit The Zone

will be detained in other ways.

The international community has accused us of violating human rights

in our approach to the Hairypeoples...

ON RADIO: '..but our priority is protecting the rights of humans

'who are threatened by these dangerous, unpredictable creatures.

'Security at the checkpoint will be increased.

'The wall will be strengthened.

'And penalties for anyone who smuggles Hairies out of the Zone

'are becoming both harsher and more strictly enforced.

'The reward for reported sightings of subhumans will be doubled.

'We must all help to make this city a safer place in which to live.'

SIRENS WAIL

- You reckon they saw us? - No, we're all right.

Keep going.

We should have guns.

Since when do you know how to use a gun?

I know how to hold one.

Hello.

It's all right, we're not going to hurt you.

Oi...I told you we should have guns.

Mr Koen?

Not "Mr", just Koen.

(It's a little kid.)

I thought you'd have shaved down.

You didn't give us much time to prepare.

Hey, little one.

Blair, get the bags.

- Why do I have to get the bags? - Get the bags!

We need to hurry.

Hey, you want to push the button?

Go on.

ELEVATOR DINGS

In here.

Oh...

There's a spare bulb under the sink.

Oh!

Whoa - sorry.

People can be animals, eh?

So you've got hot and cold running water,

security cameras so you can monitor who's coming and going,

you got high-speed internet, Wi-Fi.

You know, you can order anything you want

and you don't even have to leave home.

- You said three bedrooms. - I said I'd see how I'd go.

So we get the one-bedroom price?

I'm giving you the one-bedroom price.

We need to make this work.

Please?

- Listen, Bundy... - Boondee.

Boondee, Boondee.

You told me you wanted to get out of The Zone, yeah?

Now, I know this place isn't everything,

but it's almost everything.

You want to do right by your kids?

Well, this is it!

Put a bit of work in and this place will feel like home, I guarantee.

And when something better becomes available,

I'll let you know, I promise.

Nice doing business with you.

Thank you.

Jirra?

Blair.

Your share, my brother.

You didn't say there'd be kids.

Probably older than me and you put together.

Oh, that's all right, then.

All I was told was I had five shavers

wanting to bail out of The Zone.

Maybe this time, we should just let them be.

They get three square meals a day,

a roof over their heads, a nice warm cell.

It's good for them - better.

PHONE RINGS

- PHONE: - 'Containment Authority, how may we help?'

Hello, yes, I'd like to report a sighting.

Subhuman sighting?

'Subhuman for sure, a whole family of five.'

What is the location?

'Apartment 34, Alberto Street, Windale.'

Do they pose an immediate physical threat?

'No, no immediate threat.'

And, er, what is your ID number?

1688145.

I have you up. Was there anything else?

- 'Nah, that's it.' - Thank you for your call.

'Your reward is being processed now.'

Prepare retrieval process.

Screw the embargo! We've got a family this time.

I'll handle the Minister.

Get Belinda reporting, tell her I want a human angle.

Irony always comes included, you know that.

- RADIO: - 'The problem, as I'm sure you're all aware, is The Zone.'

- WOMAN PANTS - 'If you want to get rid of the Hairy buggers,

'get rid of The Zone and people like Waruu West harbouring Hairies.

'Simple as that! Let's just call a spade a spade.

'We are talking about indigenous Australians aiding and abetting...'

They're talking about you.

'I think there is room for everyone. Locking up Hairies is inhumane!'

'The problem with the whole country,

'you political left-wing Greenies

'are all too scared to say what we know to be true!

'That subhumans are not people.'

'That got the switchboard lighting up.'

'I must've said something right for once.'

- Belinda Frosche. - PHONE: 'Hi, we have a CA team on.'

- Really? How many? - 'A family of them.'

- A family? What about the embargo? - 'We're being told to cover it.'

- Great. Now, what's the address? - 'Apartment 34, Alberto Street.'

Get a camera team ready, I want to be first on the scene.

- RADIO: - '..have recorded a spike in arrests.

- 'Arrests of subhumans...' - Hey!

Waruu, please...

OK.

Yeah, give 'em hell, Uncle.

Welcome to The Zone.

Oi, why aren't you boys at school?

Why don't you take it up with the Education Department?

How about I take it up with your mum, Jake?

Yeah, you said that yesterday, Uncle Waruu.

You boys want to get out of here, you go to school. Not like me.

Get an education, get a job that'll pay you half-decent money.

Yeah, whatever! Tell me tomorrow, hotshot.

- Hello. Howdy. - Hey.

About time! Running low on supplies.

No triple antigen or tetanus.

Everything else on the list, I managed to find.

- Hey. - Anything else?

Er...well, yes, there is.

That's yours, isn't it?

Love the mad wheels.

Yeah, they're not mine.

Someone's showing appreciation for the doc's work.

Don't get gifts like that working in a fancy private hospital.

I can't drive home like that.

You boys, switch the doc's wheels back.

- No way! No, that's silver alloy. - Do it now!

(Fuck...!)

My work here is done.

- LAUGHING: - Thanks.

This is the place.

Set up over there.

Hurry, here they come.

ENGINES REV, TYRES SQUEAL

Move! Go, go!

On really hot days,

the sisters would roll around in the cool mud of the billabong.

And eat berries?

And eat so many berries

that they had juice running down their cheeks

and their tummies ready to burst.

- Come here. - BANGING ON DOOR

- MAN: - Containment Authority. We have permission to search these premises.

Open up. We will not ask twice.

Containment Authority.

We're going in.

Down on the ground! On the ground! On the ground!

On the ground now! Get down on the ground!

Drop the knife and get down on the ground!

- Djukara, do as the man says. - Drop the knife!

Search the rest of the place.

Jirra, quick!

Let me go!

Let me go!

OK, clear.

Mom!

- Move! - Let me go!

Separate the men from the women! Adults from the children.

Make sure you get some shots of the crowd.

Get your hands off me!

Argh!

- Djukara! - Get up, rug! Get him up.

Get him in the van!

Separate the girl!

No, no, no! Jirra!

No, no!

Argh...!

Mom!

Djukara, help me!

Pull them off.

Mom, you all right?

- Restrain that Hairy! - Djukara!

Djukara...

TASER SIZZLES Argh!

- Get off him! - GUNSHOT

Jirra...

Jirra!

No, no!

- No! - Jirra!

No!

Wake up.

SHE SOBS

Tell me you're getting this.

Come on, up you get.

SHE CRIES OUT

Give me a minute.

No, you just shut up and listen to me.

Now, you know you are prohibited from broadcasting anything.

This operation was highly classified.

80,000 years, the Hairy people have been on this planet.

They predate our oldest culture.

Spare me the sanctimonious bullshit. You're about to run a snuff movie!

'You know what embargo means?'

I understand the headache it's going to cause you,

but the story happened and it makes great TV.

And I run a TV network.

A bit hard to run a network without a broadcasting license.

Your party got elected on the promise

of open and transparent government.

And you want to knock our license out?

Go for it.

I want the raid story leading every bulletin.

DOG BARKS

KISSING

- Hello. - Hey, I'm trying to concentrate here!

Your doctor seems to be working out. Community's starting to accept her.

- I didn't think she'd last. - I'll tell her you said that.

And I'll tell her you've got the hots for her.

Only one woman I'm hot for.

Waruu...better come see this.

SHOUTING, ELECTRICITY CRACKLES ARALUEN: Djukara!

- ON TV: - Shots were fired and Tasers deployed

by Containment Authority officers

while attempting to detain a subhuman group of four

earlier this afternoon.

Two officers were severely injured

in the clash while a subhuman minor has been killed.

- Not a child! - Father's name was Boondee.

They've got nowhere to live! Of course they want to leave!

And this is going to keep on happening until...

Yeah, I know that!

But I can't just kick families out on the street to move Hairies in.

I'm already copping grief from my people.

I thought we were all your people.

- ON TV: - A tip-off was made to the Containment Authority's

retrieval hotline number.

Retrieval officers were then dispatched

to the apartment block behind me.

Trouble began when CA officers tried to separate family members.

- Mom! - No! - No!

Jirra! Jirra!

As we were first on the scene,

we have exclusive footage of what happened.

And a warning to those at home,

some viewers may find the following distressing.

You going to finish those invoices or what?

DJUKARA SHOUTING ARALUEN: Djukara!

- OFFICER: - Get off him! No guns! - ELECTRICITY CRACKLING

Get off him!

GUNSHOT

Jirra...

MUMBLING AND WAILING ON TV

SHE SOBS

No, no, no, no! Jirra!

WAILING AND SCREAMING ON TV

Get up, girl, please!

Jirra, get up, please!

Jirra, get up, please!

SHE SOBS

Hey, you catch the news?

- Kid was a subbie. - Did anyone see you? - It's cool.

They shot the kid.

No-one knows it was us.

Hey, they fucking shot the kid!

She is dead, because of us!

Come on, Koen, this is all wrong.

OK! You want to give the cash back?

Is that what you want?

Want to give it all back? Close this place down?

Go back to stacking fucking supermarket shelves?!

I grew up in The Zone and I'm making a future for myself.

If you two want to walk away, there's the door.

Excuse me!

Yeah, whatever you say, brah.

- ON TV: - ..yet more evidence that the wall around The Zone

has not solved this crisis.

On a wet and wild night, Belinda Frosche, Network 8.

- OFFICER: - Separate the girl! - ARALUEN: - No, no, no!

- JIRRA SCREAMS - Jirra! - Mom!

MUSIC PLAYS INSIDE

PEOPLE CHATTING

Do I still have a TV network?

I want a prime-time spot from you.

- On the O'Grady Show. - You've got it.

And I want Waruu West with me.

How does Tuesday sound?

Geoff.

- Charlotte. - I hope my husband isn't harassing you about something.

Wonderful to see you again.

Do you like the work?

I think you might like this one.

Coffee?

- Yeah, it's a political statement about, er...skin colour. - Oh.

Thing about coffee - it's always coffee.

Drink it black, it's coffee.

Add a splash of milk, it's coffee.

Add a lot of milk, it still tastes like coffee.

I'm a flat white kind of guy myself.

Yeah, he said it.

You look ravishing.

MUSIC PLAYING, BUZZ OF CONVERSATION

Help you, brah?

Are we related?

I need to speak to Koen.

Koen.

Uncle Jimmy...what are you doing here?

These your friends?

Phew!

What have you got in the bag?

Is something dead in there?

Take it.

Go on.

Your father would want you to have this.

Hey, it's not a toy.

Sure, Jimmy, whatever.

Look at me.

You're a man now, son.

You need to start acting like one.

Now, you look after that.

OK.

This is not a game.

Time you decided which tribe you belong to.

I'm not planning on joining any tribe, Jimmy.

I'll be watching.

I thought none of them talked to you any more.

He really your uncle?

HE SIGHS Dad's brother.

- What's this thing he gave you? - Don't worry about it.

TRAIN ROARS

PEOPLE SHOUTING

Hey, Jimmy. You walking a straight line there, brother?

Hey, Harry, you Hairy bastard. Got to see Waruu.

- Grog shop's that way. - Waruu this way.

WARUU: All right, fellas, bring it in.

Bring it in. Bring it in.

Once the fight's done, the dispute's over. Agreed?

Agreed? CHEERING

We agree?

- Agreed? MAN: - Yes!

- Hey, woman. - Huh? Who you calling woman?

- Be me and you in the ring next. - HE SCOFFS

Let's fight!

SHOUTING

- I need to talk to you, mate. - Later, Jimmy. After the fight, eh?

- I've done something really bad. - What?

Look, we'll talk later, Jimmy, yeah?

Koen's going to need your help, all right?

You look after Koen.

- Yeah, sure. - All right?

- Look, we'll talk later, but we will talk, OK, Uncle? - OK, OK.

SOME BOOING

INAUDIBLE

Get up!

Get up, skin.

You're not done!

- MAN: - Get up!

Fight's done!

Fight's over!

Max! Look at your boy now!

This fight's over, Maliyan!

BOOING

You're done, brother.

HE LAUGHS

CHEERING AND BOOING

Easy, everyone!

We're all brothers here.

You all know that these fights are how we resolve our issues.

Maliyan, this fight is over.

I'll say it again, it's the Containment Authority!

The government!

They love it when we're divided, Hairy against human!

Why?

Because it weakens our position!

Makes us easy pickings!

That's why we have to stay united!

That's why we have to stay together!

Live by our own rules, yeah?

- CROWD: - Yeah!

CHEERING

Has the money been transferred to the account of Mr James West?

- MAN: - 'It has, sir.' - Thank you.

It's all sorted, Jimmy. Paid up front, just as you like it.

And everything's ready at the lab.

I'll give you the spirit, but then I'm finished.

I've had enough.

Find yourself another Cleverman.

SIREN WAILS

HE EXHALES

HE SIGHS

MAN COUGHS

You're the one that was fighting them, eh?

- What's your name? - Djukara.

Djukara.

I'm Kulya.

This is Mungo.

And you're famous.

Where are they taking us?

Out to the desert.

Make you dig your own grave, then they shoot you.

Nah, I'm just joking!

My parents.

They separate everyone.

Men one place, women another,

boys another, girls another.

We haven't seen our parents for months.

FOGHORN BLOWS

HE CONTINUES IN HIS OWN LANGUAGE

MUSIC BLARES

Tequila Sunrise - 15.50.

Thanks.

Not interested in her?

We're about to run out of beer.

- I'll go. - That'll be a first.

FIRE CRACKLES

THUNDER RUMBLES

GROWLING

HE LAUGHS

FOOTSTEPS, GROWLING

SHRIEKING

CRUNCHING

Stay with me.

MOANING

Stay with me.

HE GASPS, SHE SHRIEKS

Koen!

You all right?

HE GROANS

Oi, what the hell's going on?! We got a full bar out there!

Koen fainted. He just... He just crashed out.

Hey, you all right?

- Come on. Come on. - THEY GRUNT

Got a bit of blood in your eye.

- Are you going to be all right? - Yeah, I'm all right. I'm all right.

TELEPHONE RINGS

- NERIDA: - Hello?

Yeah. Yes, it is Nerida West.

What?

Oh, no!

Yeah, I understand.

Sure, we'll...we'll be down.

It's Uncle Jimmy.

Only one thing I know does that.

Eh, Uncle?

Namorrodor.

It took his heart.

It's just stories.

This is no story.

It only turns up when things are out of balance.

Who would hurt Uncle Jimmy?

That's for the police to find out.

He said they couldn't find their own asses with both their hands.

HE CHUCKLES

At the fight...

..what did Uncle Jimmy say to you?

Erm...

he just told me a story.

You know, the one about the sun and the moon.

The grandfather has to decide

- which of his two sons to pass... - His knowledge.

Yeah.

And he chooses the sun

and that makes the moon angry

and that's why the moon only comes out sometimes,

because he's jealous of the sun.

Did I get it wrong?

No.

You got it right.

Come here, bud.

No way I'm the moon.

- ASH: - You just sit down. - QUIET CHATTER

- BLAIR: - OK. - You just sit still.

WOMAN WHISPERS IN OWN LANGUAGE

WHISPERING CONTINUES

That'll do. That'll be good.

- I thought you'd like it. - What did you say?

We didn't say anything.

We're doing portraits. Are you all right, bros?

All good.

REVERSE BEEPING, BRAKES SQUEAL

Move! No talking.

- Get out. Come on. - Get out! - Come on, move.

All right, boys!

Get them out!

DOGS BARKING

No jungle talk!

HELICOPTER BLADES WHIR

Hurry it up, monkeys!

Bring them in!

- Move it! - Left foot, right foot. Hurry up!

Bend over, rug.

Bend over!

HE GRUNTS

So we always know where to find you.

SIZZLING, HE SCREAMS

Suck it up, princess!

Fuck off!

Next!

Come on, monkeys, hurry the fuck up!

Bring him in.

Shut up!

Down!

A kiss from me to you.

HE SCREAMS, SIZZLING

I'm sick of saying it, Waruu.

The Hairy people here in The Zone

are living in third-world conditions.

The kids have got nowhere to go, no running water.

Spending every night in a shitty old train station is no way to live.

At least here in The Zone, they're safer than on the outside.

Up behind your fancy block of apartments, maybe.

But down here, it's a refugee camp for Hairies.

CA still raid this place when they feel like it.

You want them to stop calling the smugglers,

you've got to offer up something better.

Yo.

Yo.

PEOPLE COUGH

BABY CRIES

Waruu.

Got you.

DOOR OPENS

FOOTSTEPS

Hello?

Who's there?

Girl?

Girl!

SHE GASPS

TRAIN WHEELS CLACK

BIRDS CAW

Little brother.

Long time.

KOEN SCOFFS

Brought your girlfriend around, I see.

- Aren't you going to offer us a drink? - Sorry, no service.

- We're closed. - That's all right.

I can help myself.

Good bar.

You like trading in other people's misery.

What do you want?

Leave.

Now!

Get the fuck get out of my bar! You're not welcome!

HE COUGHS

You made the fucking call!

You little shit!

You Judas leech-sucking vermin of a half-brother.

Why should I care what happens to some fucking subbies?!

He's the reason you should care.

KOEN GRUNTS

LOUD CRACK, KOEN SCREAMS

Next time, I won't be able to save you.

KOEN SOBS

Fuck! Argh!

Somebody!

Help!

Blair!

Argh!

SOBS CONTINUE

- Give me a look. Let me have a look. - No! - Let me have a look. - Argh!

Blair, get something! He's bleeding!

- A fucking Hairy ripped my fucking finger off! - OK.

Let me see! Koen!

HE SOBS

All right, it might not have gone through,

but you're going to need stitches, OK?

It's all right.

Koen, your eye.

- Hey, whoa, whoa, whoa! - Oi, oi! What the hell? What the hell?!

BLAIR GROANS

- NERIDA: - Hey, did you tell Auntie Sal

she has to move out of her flat to make way for Hairies?

That's not what I told her.

Yeah, it's the way she's taking it. And I'm the one that's copping it.

Look, all I said was that we needed

to get together to sort through the accommodation crisis.

She's got the other aunties worried, too.

Just explain to them what I'm trying to do.

I'm Jarrod Slade.

I'm very sorry for your loss.

Your uncle was a fine man.

- Sorry for your loss. - Thank you.

Thanks for coming, you mob.

We all know Jimmy's been off the rails of late.

But he was, at heart, a good man.

Took me under his wing from a young age.

Brought me up to know right from wrong.

Jimmy always went out of his way for people.

Hairy, human - didn't matter.

For Jimmy, The Zone was his home and all of you were his family.

A true... SPEAKS NATIVE TERM

Our Cleverman.

He, more than anyone, understood the value of community.

He would have died before he let anything happen to you mob.

That's what his life's work was all about.

And I hope, as his next in line...

..to do the same.

WOMAN WHISPERS IN OWN LANGUAGE

WOMAN: