Original subtitles

♪ I'm walking

♪ Like a lonely child

♪ Never knowing which way to turn

♪ Feeling lost I've wandered far

♪ Reach out and touch me

♪ Take my hand

♪ And walk me home

♪ Reach out and touch me

♪ Understand

♪ That you will never ever be alone

♪ Lost and lonely

♪ Lost and lonely

♪ Till you found me

♪ Till you found me

♪ Now you're giving me everything, yeah!

♪ Teach me to find love

♪ Take my hand

♪ Now I feel whole

♪ Reach out for my love

♪ Understand

♪ That you'll never be alone. ♪

(Hinges creak)

(Glass scrapes)

Here, son, leave that. You'll cut yourself.

Come inside.

Come on.

Come inside.

(Doorbell chimes)

There's only a couple of them, Evonne.

They burgled a few of the houses up near Central.

They're just making their way through the area.

Are you gonna catch 'em before they get to Newcastle?

Sorry.

Are you on your own these days?

How could you tell?

(Chuckles)

- And, um, how many months? - Seven.

You ever thought about getting a dog?

No.

Young fellas see a house with a dog, they just keep away.

There's a few pounds in Alexandria.

I could get you a contact.

I don't want a dog around the baby.

I don't want this to happen to you again.

I don't trust dogs around the baby.

OFFICER: One broken window, one plasma screen TV

and one Blu-ray DVD player?

MAN: Yeah.

Alright, once the report goes through,

I can get you any paperwork you'll need for any claims.

- For sure. - What do you do, Mr Jackson?

Look after blackfellas through anger management.

The hours vary?

All over the shop.

Get a dog.

Any juvenile won't come near the house.

A dog turns the degrees of difficulty up a notch.

Might be good for the little ones, too.

Bye!

(Shyly) Bye.

Hey.

Come on.

(Speaks indistinctly)

What are we gonna call him, eh?

BOTH: Toby.

Do you reckon he's a good dog, or...?

BOY: Er, yeah, he looks like a good dog.

(Man and children continue chatting indistinctly)

BOY: Dad? Dad, he wants to come in.

You don't want to pamper him up too much.

They'll lose their bite.

Get him trained and then he'll be right.

- No, not you. - (Dog whines)

No, stay out.

(Whines)

Hey.

Dad.

Give us that here, darlin'.

Thank you, but you know that I can do that.

You got no security.

It doesn't even exist. No wonder the bastards got in.

Well, I haven't had a chance, have I?

One lock. He left you with one frickin' lock?

No, Dad, he didn't leave. I kicked him out.

Yeah, when was that? Two weeks ago?

- Six months ago! - Why didn't you call me?

I didn't wanna hear 'I told you so'.

Yeah, but one frickin' lock!

That's why I didn't call ya.

(Sighs)

Hey, look out.

You're having Ernie Junior.

I'm sorry.

(Beeping)

Shit, the fella at the shop saw you coming.

The Vietcong used to put

knife-sharp short bamboo spears

in small, 3ft man-made graves.

And when you tripped because of the crevice,

you fell straight flat on your face

and those spears would go straight through you.

That happened to a footy mate of mine, Mick Davis.

Yeah, yeah, Dad.

No, all good, bub. He was only a Queenslander.

Don't you think you're going a bit overboard?

Has Fort Knox been broken into in the last 90 years?

- I don't know. Has it? - I don't know. Has it?

(Alarm blares)

Oh, come on! That's too loud, Dad!

2-8-1-1.

Can you remember that? It's your Mum's birthday.

Yeah, now we're cooking with gas.

(Murmuring)

Ah! (Murmuring)

(Screams)

(Whines)

(Shouting)

(Barks)

- (Baby cries) - Oh, shit.

It's your turn, Jim.

Yep. Yeah, I got it.

- Thanks. (Barks)

- Back! Back! In behind! EVONNE: Dad!

- Dad! - (Shouts indistinctly)

Dad! Dad!

I'm here. Dad, I'm here.

Come on. Shh, shh, shh.

Come on, just a puppy dog. Shh, shh.

Come on, bubby.

(Dog barks)

(Groans)

Shh, Toby! Come on, boy. Shh!

We're trying to sleep here. Jake, back to bed.

- (Barks) - Toby!

Quieten down!

Toby... Shoosh up, mate.

Shut that big trap of yours.

Here, Dad. Want another sip?

Yeah, thanks, bub.

- How are you feeling? - Mmm.

You sure? You had a bad dream.

Probably about your ex.

Join the club.

(Coughs)

Dad, there's blood.

Yeah, it does that sometimes.

Have you seen a doctor?

No, no. No doctor, bub.

Yeah, you should go.

No, no no. I just cut my lip, that's all.

I just cut my lip.

Yeah, just turn the light out, bub.

- Alright. - (Grunts)

(Coughs)

(Dog barks)

Oh, shut up!

- Can you believe this? - (Groans)

(Baby cries)

- (Sighs) - (Dog barks)

Oh, come on, give us a break.

Quieten down, will ya?

You right there, Derek?

Shut up, Toby. Settle down.

- Derek! - Yeah, I'm sweet brother.

- You don't sound sweet. - Toby!

Oh, come on!

Alright, well, stop yelling and just go back inside,

alright, and the dog will settle down.

Yeah, you tell my wife that.

BOY: Dad! Are you alright?

DEREK: Yeah, bub.

(Baby cries)

(Coughs)

DEREK: Go on.

- (Dog whines) - Come on. Come on.

DEREK: Here, Toby. GIRL: Come on, Toby.

DEREK: Come on, Toby. Here, boy.

GIRL: Toby, come on.

(Coughs)

Hey, Dad? You hungry?

No, I've already eaten, bub.

Alright, then.

- Oi. - What?

Have a look at that dickhead over there.

DEREK: Here, boy. Come on. GIRL: Come on, Toby.

(Chuckles) He got no idea.

Go help him, ya big dog man.

Ah, God help those who help themselves.

(Coughs)

Dad?

(Sighs)

(Coughs)

How long have you been having the nightmares for?

Easter Sunday, 1968.

You soldiers, you're detailed to the nth degree, eh?

I was a Sergeant Major.

Hey, now this cough, it's been a constant, right?

Oh... on and off.

Just cough again.

(Coughs)

And you've got a real raspy baritone

sort of voice there, right?

Well, 20 years of barking orders,

but basically just from being a prick.

(Chuckles) Jesus.

That was the nickname for sergeants in the army, eh?

God.

- Yeah, Jesus was 2IC. - (Chuckles) That's good.

Just... just cough again.

(Coughs)

Ah, look...

..let me have a... look in your mouth.

Just open wide for me, please.

Now just put your tongue down.

That's it. Uh...

Ah.

(Distant helicopter)

(Explosions)

(Gunfire)

Right, I think we'll send you for an X-ray.

Any shrapnel, Unc?

Shrapnel?!

You wouldn't know what shrapnel was

until it kicked you in the arse.

EVONNE: How'd you go, Dad?

Just sleeping tablets, bub.

- Is that all? - What's for supper?

- Lasagne. - Oh, lovely.

Did anyone suggest an X-ray?

Oh, it's been me, bub. I've been yelling all me life.

Damaged my throat.

Doctor gave me the all clear.

Should have told him you've coughed up litres of blood.

It's not litres of blood, bub. You little fibber.

Dad, stop protecting me.

That's what Mick Davis said.

Dad!

I told him he should come down here,

see what it's like to be a blue.

You want a face full of food?

(Sighs) Baby...

..I've been having these nightmares for a while now.

My throat is the equivalent to a dirt road.

My voice rips up that dirt road,

causing my larynx to bleed.

I've gotta stop yelling and I've gotta stop giving orders.

I gotta stop answering questions.

Your interrogation isn't helping.

This looks lovely, bub.

(Banging)

(Mutters)

Aah! (Gabbles and shouts)

Get back! Back!

Get back here! Get b-b-b...

(Dog barks)

(Baby cries)

(Groans)

- Yep. - Come here.

- Shh. Shh. - (Baby murmurs)

ERNIE: Back! Aah!

Aah!

(Shouts)

Toby! (Speaks indistinctly)

Derek! Come on, please! Will you shut that freakin' dog up?

Toby! Toby!

- See? - Mate, put the dog inside!

Aah! (Gasps)

You right there, old fella?

EVONNE: Dad, come inside. DEREK: Go to bed.

JIM'S WIFE: Jim, say something.

I've got a newborn in here.

If that old codger across the road didn't provoke him...

Who you callin' an old codger?

If he shuts his mouth, the dog wouldn't go off.

Hey, I'm over here, boy.

You wanna talk to me, I'm over here.

Shut up and get your dog into line.

How many men you protecting this week, Evonne?

- Not you. - Mind your manners, fleabag.

You mind your own business and piss off back inside.

I don't care what's setting it off,

will you just quieten him down?

- Jim! - OK, I'm not joking, mate.

I have got a family in here trying to sleep.

You wanna say something to me, come and say it to my face.

- Dad, come on inside. JIM'S WIFE: Come home, Jim.

DEREK: I'm saying this to you, old man - piss off!

ERNIE: I'll piss off when I feel like it.

- Oh, God! - (Baby cries)

Come on, boy. Come on.

JIM'S WIFE: Don't slam the door!

You have got to call council. Jim?

- Jim! - Will you stop screaming?

- You'll set her off. - Are you hearing me?

Yes.

I think there's a 24 hour number.

Give him time. He bought the dog two days ago.

- Jim, we have a crying baby. - So shh! Stop shouting.

Alright, I'll call them, then.

You can't.

You've gotta give 'em your name.

I thought it was confidential.

Redfern Council. You reckon they're confidential?

So what? So what if they know?

I don't want any more trouble

from the anger management dude across the road.

Alright, then. You take her.

And you'd better call them soon.

(Door slams)

(Coughs)

Toby. Toby, stay.

Toby, good boy.

Toby.

Stay.

Stay there.

Stay. Good boy.

- Toby, come. - Wow!

Oh! Good boy!

(Chuckles) Now we're cooking with gas.

(Dog barks)

(Dog growls)

ERNIE: Yeah, I know.

Yeah...

You can smell it, eh?

(Growls)

Yeah...

You wanna bite it out of my throat, don't you?

Hey?

You wanna bite this out of my throat?

Yeah... Rrrrrr.

What the frig are you doing?

Get back inside your house, you old prick.

- Free country. - I said, get inside.

- Make me. - How old are you? Two?

Get inside, ya prick.

Get inside with your sister, Jake.

Can't control your dog, can't control your boy.

Get inside!

Next time, I'm coming over. I don't care how old you are.

Don't make promises ya can't keep.

Come on, settle down.

(Epic chase music)

(Turns off TV)

(Explosion)

Hey!

(Gunfire)

Get! Ha!

(Shouts)

(Woman sobs)

- (Shouts) EVONNE: Dad!

- Dad! - (Dog barks)

Dad! Dad, it's alright.

(Ernie continues shouting)

Oh, this is bloody ridiculous. Sorry.

ERNIE: Aah! EVONNE: Dad. Dad!

It's alright, Dad.

(Gasps)

DEREK: Come outside here! Shut up, you old bastard!

EVONNE: It's alright. - Him again.

Stop stirring up my dog, ya mug!

Evonne, put him in a home!

Dad, if you go out there, I'm not coming out.

Dad!

Yeah, keep walking.

You should have shut that mouth of yours.

(Coughs)

Go see a doctor, ya useless old prick.

Show me your face, you uneducated, string bean,

short dick, Elvis Presley, dick mic stand!

I eat cocks like you for morning smoko.

Turn around and face me

before I kill you and your mangy dog.

I'm gonna hit you so hard and fast

that you think that you're gonna be surrounded.

I'll knock your teeth that far down your throat

that you're gonna have to stick your hand up your arse

just to bite your nails!

You ungrateful bludging black bastard!

WIFE: What the hell's going on out there?

Stay inside!

Is that all you got? Ugh!

WIFE: Stop them, Jim!

Do something.

JIM: Derek! Derek, leave it mate. Look, Derek...

WIFE: Evonne!

Get out here! Evonne!

Your Dad's in a fight. Evonne!

Dad!

EVONNE: Dad, leave him!

Come on, limp dick. That all you got?

DEREK: Stay down.

EVONNE: Derek! - Come here.

Derek, leave him alone!

Dad!

(Groans)

(Wheezes)

(Pants)

(Ernie groans)

Dad. Dad, can you hear me?

ERNIE: Yeah. Yeah, yeah, I can hear you.

Come on, now, Dad. I can hear you.

Oh, Dad.

Bub...

Hold still, Dad.

Can I get a drink there?

EVONNE: Leave it. Just...

Please, baby... Don't look.

Please don't look.

I saw the photo of him in your room.

You still love him, don't ya?

The doctor...

He saw something else...

..down the back of my throat.

It's making this coughing all the time.

Down the back of my throat, I got three lumps.

Two small lumps and...

..one big one.

Like... two bullets and a grenade. (Chuckles)

And they're not good lumps, bub.

(Sobs) But you don't... you don't know.

I know.

The doctor, he...

..he saw them.

He... he tested them next door.

Kaboom.

I might get one of those answering machines

for my throat...

..and sound like them Dalek.

Exterminate!

- Exterminate. - (Laughs)

Exterminate. (Chuckles)

I'm scared, bub.

Dad. Shh...

I'm scared.

Mum can't help me no more.

Oh, shit.

(Sighs)

Where's Ernie?

Oh, there you are, you old sook.

DEREK: Help!

- Come on. - (Dog whines)

(Yells) Help!

Help me!

Baby girl, come on, don't do this.

Somebody help!

Help! Somebody help!

- What's happened to her? - Ring an ambulance!

- (Dog whines) - Ring an ambulance!

WOMAN: I am, I am! We need an ambulance.

Henry Street. Yes!

Yes, 18 Henry Street.

JIM: Is she breathing?

Is she breathing?

No, no, no! This'll help.

It'll help the poison. Come on.

Drink that, drink that, drink that. Drink that.

- Call an ambulance. - I did.

DEREK: Oh, fuckin' hell. (Distant siren wails)

DEREK: Oh, no, darlin'. Oh, don't.

Don't do this! Oh, come on.

Come on.

She's been baited!

(Screams)

Someone's baited my girl!

(Screams)

(Siren wails)

(Indistinct chatter)

OFFICER: Can you stand back, mate?

JIM: Derek, come on.

Mate, they're going to look after her.

DEREK: She's been baited. OFFICER: What happened?

OFFICER 2: Excuse me, can you stand back, sir, please?

(Dog whines)

You wait, you old bastard.

You just wait.

You're dead! You're dead!

OFFICER: Sarah!

He was in so much pain!

The dog was gone.

Come on, just hop in the back, mate.

Just stay with your daughter.

Dad, come on. Let's go inside, eh?

Alright, thank you, thank you.

Yep.

(Siren wails)

Bloody Aboriginal colours!

Vietcong flogged the Frogs,

they flogged the Yanks and they flogged the Aussies!

And we couldn't even beat

a bunch of dirty, useless convicts.

When I die, don't you put them colours on my casket.

I want the one I bled for.

The flag with the Union Jack in the corner.

Why is Weary Dunlop having a go at me?

EVONNE: Dad.

Dad?

The police need to speak with you.

Yeah?

Mr Johnson, we need to have a chat inside, please.

SARAH: Mr Johnson, we understand

that you've had some run ins

with Derek Jackson from number 18?

EVONNE: My father did not poison that girl.

OFFICER: We understand.

They had a fist fight, but that is it.

You have to let your father speak, please.

Coon in uniform.

Do you get ostracised by the blacks?

By your own community?

Made to feel alone?

You know the bastards.

Soon as a child goes missing, they need you.

Sir, we're here to talk about the baiting of a child.

What about the dog? It's dead.

Would you bait a dog?

Did you catch the bastard that burgled my daughter's house?

Do you spit polish those shoes, Constable?

Yes, I do.

If I wanted something dead here today,

believe you me, I would not have failed.

Poison's for pussies.

(Wheezes)

(Coughs)

Hey.

Thanks.

Yeah.

You... you saved my daughter's life.

(Baby cries)

Saved her life with what you did.

That's what the doctor said.

(Sobs) I should've been there for her.

She bloody nearly died.

Hey...

(Sobs)

Hey, hey, hey.

It's OK. It's OK, mate.

(Whispers) It's OK.

(Sniffs)

It's OK.

I'm sorry.

You right?

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Just wanted to say thanks.

Your daddy's a hero.

Never seen her sleep so well.

God forgive me for saying this,

but I'm glad that dog's dead.

I didn't mean to poison the girl.

I fuckin' poisoned the dog.

What?

You said... you said that... you're glad the dog's dead

because we can get some sleep now.

WIFE: Jimmy!

I didn't mean to poison the girl.

You... you...

..you poisoned that little girl!

No, I told you that was an accident!

I just... I... I-I wanted to stop the dog from barking.

I...

I have... I have to tell someone.

Wait, wait, wait. Wait.

You could go to jail.

We have a little baby.

I need you here.

We... we can't tell anyone about this.

- I don't... - (Sighs)

Listen, you saved her life.

Right?

She would not be breathing if it wasn't for you.

(Jim's wife pours liquid out of bottle)

(Sighs)

JIM: Terry, the house just three doors down,

he sold eight months ago.

What did he pay? Yeah, what did...

WOMAN: I'm pretty confident

we could get around the 800 or so.

We've had lots of interest in the office recently.

So I'm pretty confident of getting a good result.

Doctor?

Yes, Ernie?

- Doctor? - What is it, mate?

It's... it's a bit claustrophobic.

Don't worry. See this? I've got this.

There's a button there.

If you're feeling a bit queasy or light headed,

don't hesitate, right?

This'll only take about eight minutes,

and if you can stand that,

there's a bit of a jarring sound from the machine.

I'm sure you've been through a lot worse.

(Buzzer) - Yes, mate?

I was just checking if it's working.

(Chuckles) Yeah, it's working.

Ready? In you go.

(Whirring)

(Explosions and gunfire)

(Beeping)

(Dog growls)

What's that, boy?

Go, boy, go.

(Woman sobs)

ERNIE: Heel!

Heel!

- Heel! (Gun fires)

(Alarm blares)

(Alarm stops)

You right?

There's, um, some... some kids in a red car about...

Jimmy!

If you need a hand with anything, or some help...

WIFE: Jim! - ..just knock.

Oh, no, not again!

It's alright, bub.

Look!

Well, look, I'll finish off here.

You go inside and have a cup of tea.

Oh, a cup of tea will fix everything.

A child got baited across the road.

My house has been broken into

and vandalised in a week.

I witnessed a dog being shot point blank,

and my old man goes 12 rounds outside my house,

but everything's gonna be fine

because I'm havin' a fuckin' cup of tea!

Well, at least the alarm works.

(Both chuckle)

- (Coughs) - Serves you right.

- Ow! (Laughs) - (Alarm blares)

2-8-1-1!

I'm gonna make a cuppa.

Make me a cup of tea too, please, bub. (Coughs)

JIM'S WIFE, NEARBY: I don't think that's fair...

(Distant muffled shouting)

..talking about yourself all the time

but I'm the one who's handling the situation.

I'm the one who has listed this place

with the real estate agent.

I'm the one who has the baby at...

(Sighs)

(Sighs)

(Yawns)

WOMAN: It's a buyers' market,

we're just going to take advantage of it.

JIM: I trust you. Susie said that when everyone goes...

WOMAN: Will do, Jimmy. Absolutely.

I think we're going to get a lot of interest.

JIM: Didn't expect a turn-out.

That's great, at such shortnotice.

And if you need to stay open

a bit longer, feel free to...

Like, we don't have to do anything today, so...

EVONNE: This is good. - (Grunts)

Come on, it'll fix you up.

Bub?

What?

How'd he know?

How did he know...

..to give the girl soda water?

Uh, I don't know. He just did, I guess.

Because he knew what she swallowed.

How did he know what she swallowed?

JIM'S WIFE: You know, it's a great neighbourhood.

So central.

You right there?

You looking to buy?

That's private property. Could you please leave?

Jim? Jim!

JIM: What's up? - He won't leave!

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey!

Hey, hey, Ernie! Get out of here. Ernie!

What are you looking for?

Hey, hey, come on, we're gonna call the cops.

Yeah, well, call 'em! What did he say to you?

Nothing. He just started opening everything!

Hey, this is private property. I will call the police.

What are you looking for, anyway?

He knows what I'm looking for.

Alright.

Hi. I'd like to report a break and enter.

It's, um... Yeah, that's right.

It's actually a neighbour, but he's out of control.

Yep, he's still here. That'd be great.

Hey, the cops are coming, old man.

EVONNE: Dad, what's going on?

JIM'S WIFE: Jimmy, do something.

So what? So you put it there.

Derek!

Derek!

How did he know to give your girl soda water?

How did he know?

He only wanted to poison your dog.

Hey, Derek...

- Derek! - Jimmy.

Derek, don't go in there. Just calm down!

DEREK: I want a word with you, Jimmy! Get out here now!

Get out here, I said! JIM'S WIFE: Derek!

Get out here, otherwise I'm coming in!

Come on.

(Sniffs)

(Whimpers)

(Sobs)

(Baby cries)

OK, civilian!

Come on, come on, little...

Come on. Come on, out of there.

Laying around all day, hey?

You don't like laying around all day, little man.

Oh, come on, come on, come on.

- Hey? BOY: Hey, Uncle!

Hello?

BOY: Uncle!

Yeah, yeah, yeah, in a minute. In a minute!

Don't wanna take me away. I wanna stay here with him.

OK.

Come on, come on, come on.

OK, bub, love you.

- See ya, Dad. - See you.

Bye bye, little man.

Bye bye, pop. See ya later.

Uncle!

ERNIE: Heya.

- How are ya? - Hi.

Oh, that's good. Derek.

Oh, that looks real deadly, that is, hey?

We won't be long.

Gonna teach him to roll over today.

BOY: OK, sounds good.

ERNIE: Yep, we're gonna make him roll over.

Now, you got a name for him yet?

BOY: Nah, can't think of one.

ERNIE: Well, what about Mick Davis?

BOY: That's a funny name.

ERNIE: Well, Mick Davis was a funny fella.

- You know Mick Davis? - Mick Davis was at war, mate.

I wanna tell you a couple of stories about Mick Davis.

BOY: Could he fight well?

ERNIE: Mick Davis could fight alright.

Did I tell you the story about...