(ELECTRONIC BLEEPING, STATIC)
(RADIO TRANSMISSION WHINES)
(INDISTINCT SPEECH OVER RADIO)
ANNOUNCER: ..in the River City, but it's gonna be a scorcher
for the Australia Day holiday,
with the Bureau predicting a top of 37.
South Bank beach is expecting record crowds today
and are putting on extra staff at the water parks.
-Sounds like the place to be. -What about you?
Where are you going to spend Australia Day?
-(WOMAN SPEAKS OVER RADIO) -(SIREN WAILS)
WOMAN: Request authority to pursue.
(DRAMATIC MUSIC)
(SIREN WAILS)
(PANTS)
-(BOTTLE CLATTERS) -(GROANS)
(SIREN WAILS)
MAN: Hey!
Hey, stop!
-MAN: Hey! -(SCREAMS)
MAN: Hey!
Fuck off! (GRUNTS)
(SIREN WAILS)
MAN: Just pull in here.
WOMAN: Golf 793 - I'm gonna need more units
at the site of the 201.
MAN: Copy that, Golf 793. Sierra 6-2 is travelling.
WOMAN: Thanks, VKR. As soon as possible.
Keep them back. Back!
One female driver. I checked for a pulse.
I couldn't find one.
MEDIC: OK, we've got a female, late teens, still entrapped.
MEDIC 2: I'll check for a pulse.
(GRIM MUSIC)
-(TRUCK HORN HONKS) -(WOMAN YELLS)
-(MAN YELLS) -(YELLS, SOBS)
-MAN 2: What are you doing? -Go! Go!
Go! Go! Go! Go!
-What's going on? -Go! Ah!
-MAN: Grab her! Grab her! -(SOBS)
(YELLS)
What was the initial speed?
I clocked 72 in a 50 zone before we hit lights and sirens.
-It's all on camera. Listen... -What street was that?
Sarge, I really need to make a call.
Sure, but let's get this right. What street?
Longdon Street, heading toward the rail line.
-And that's where you Code 2'd? -WOMAN: Fuckin' cops!
Got another one, eh?
Another one of ours.
You happy?
(TENSE MUSIC)
(DOG YAPS)
-Chlo, Chlo. Hey. Hey. -MAN: Jase, you right?
Open your eyes. Open your eyes.
Jase! She pissed?
JASON: What'd you do to her?
-You're her brother? -What did you give her? Huh?
Do I need to take her to the hospital?
Fuck it, man. Just call the cops.
-Don't call the cops. -I could fuck you up right now.
Touch his fuckin' sister.
(SOBS) Don't call the cops!
(PHONE RINGS)
Pretty fuckin' early.
JASON: Hey. Are you up?
Yeah. I am now. Why?
JASON: Uh, it's... it's Chloe.
Um, there were these two... two cars, and Tony...
Tony and I were out for a jog and...
These two cars were parked.
-JASON: One of them is Chloe's. -MAN: She alright?
JASON: No. She's out of it. I don't know what happened.
There was this fucking guy, this fuckin' Muzzie, doing a runner.
-But we got him. -Slow down. What?
Chloe's out of it, but we got the guy.
What do I do?
OK, get him home. I'll see you there.
-DRIVER: You right? -(BREATHES HEAVILY)
Who was that fellow? Was it your husband?
-(PANTS) -Boyfriend?
-(RADIO PLAYS) -(SOBS)
Done yourself a damage. You're bleeding everywhere.
So where are we taking you to? Home?
(WOMAN GASPS) No. No.
-Hospital? -No. No!
-No. -Taking you somewhere.
I'll drop you at the police station.
No! No police. No...no police.
-(SPEAKS FOREIGN LANGUAGE) -No police?
No. No.
(SOBS, PANTS)
Em... Embass... Embass...
-Embassy? -Embassy. Zhongguo.
-(SPEAKS FOREIGN LANGUAGE) -'Junggua'?
-Embassy. -Chinese?
This is Brisbane. There's no Chinese Embassy here.
MAN: Go to hell, ya bastards!
(ONLOOKER YELLS INDISTINCTLY)
MAN: Hey! Shame on ya!
(OFFICERS AND ONLOOKERS CHATTER)
I'm sorry.
-Not your fault. -I was driving.
You were given the authority to pursue.
They're gonna put us through the wringer on this, though.
You know that, don't you?
Sir, we knew the girls.
I want to know where her sister is.
-I want to know if she's OK. -And I want you to go home.
I've said the same to Buchanan.
I'll have someone take you.
I'm supposed to be at Dad's today.
Fine.
But keep your mobile on.
And only take calls from me,
Roma Street or Media Liaison, you understand?
WOMAN: Murderers! Fuckin' murderers, the lot of you!
Sonya. Sonya, do you understand?
-ONLOOKERS: Shame! Shame! -OK.
Shame! Shame! Shame! Shame! Shame!
(PHONE RINGS)
(POLICE RADIO CHATTER)
Hey, hon. Is it true?
That was you in the MVA this morning? The Tucker girl?
Yeah.
Listen. Do you know who got sent out to their house?
-POLICEWOMAN: Yeah, me. -Is April there?
(CAR PULLS UP)
No.
Hon, listen.
(TENSE MUSIC)
There's a bit of an issue with the Tucker girls' father.
(CAMERA SHUTTER SNAPS REPEATEDLY)
(CAMERA FLASH WHINES)
(INTENSE MUSIC)
(BREATHES HEAVILY)
Come on.
(DOOR SQUEAKS AND CLOSES)
-WOMAN: And this morning... -Hop on the lounge.
-..Australia Day is set to... -You, sit on lounge. Go on.
MAN: Let's head to Melbourne,
find out what's happening then in Sydney, at Barangaroo.
(CONTINUES FAINTLY)
WOMAN: Back in Brisbane, tonight's fireworks spectacular
will be one of the largest in Brisbane's history,
stretching from Kangaroo Point...
Foot. There. Up. Come on.
(TV BROADCAST CONTINUES)
-Speak English? -English?
(SPEAKS FOREIGN LANGUAGE)
You don't speak any English, do you?
MAN ON TV: ..'Paul Murray Live',
to bring you every cracking moment from around the country.
GROUP ON TV: Happy Australia Day!
(TV BROADCAST CONTINUES)
(TENSE MUSIC)
TV: The nation celebrates Australia Day on Sky News Live.
(TENSE MUSIC)
MAN ON TV: Sun's coming up, ready for
some Indigenous commemoration as well within the next hour.
-How is she? -She's still out of it.
(TENSE MUSIC)
-Tony. -Dean.
-Get me a beer. -Yeah, copy that.
-Garage fridge. -TONY: Yeah, copy that.
(TV BROADCAST CONTINUES)
PEOPLE ON TV: ♪ Australians all let us rejoice... ♪
DEAN: Yeah.
Sh-should we, uh... should we call the cops?
What did the prick say?
He said, "Don't call the cops."
♪ Wealth for toil
♪ Our home is girt by... ♪
(GRIM MUSIC)
(MAN BREATHES SHAKILY)
(GRIM MUSIC INTENSIFIES)
(SOBS)
TV REPORTER: ..driving a stolen vehicle.
We do know the victim was a local girl just 15 years of age
and she was a part of the Indigenous community,
which has quickly rallied here
in support of the victim and her family.
WOMAN: You know, if the police didn't chase them,
they wouldn't speed and this kid wouldn't be dead.
She was 15 years old.
REPORTER: Queensland Police are saying
an internal investigation will be conducted into the crash.
Dad?
But with the Indigenous community
mourning the loss of yet another young life...
Oh, shit. (TURNS OFF TV)
-Was that...? -(WEEPS)
Bub, what happened?
(SNIFFLES)
-Are you OK? -No.
What do you reckon? (SOBS)
Dad...
I didn't know they were girls in the car.
-Are you in trouble? -(SNIFFS) No.
Yes. I don't know.
Cup of tea. I'll get a cup of tea.
No.
There were two girls.
One of them's gone. Done a runner.
Well, what are you supposed to do?
Nothing.
I'm supposed to do nothing.
What are you GONNA do?
(INDISTINCT RADIO COMMUNICATION)
-MAN: 40 or 14? -MAN 2: What did he look like?
(INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS CONTINUE)
MAN: ..blow struck by a claw-head hammer...
You insane? You're supposed to be laying low.
Has April turned up? Has anyone found her?
Sonn... I spoke to one of the SOCs.
He thinks prints on the hammer match prints on the girl's hairbrush.
-Constable Jamieson? -Oh, shit.
I'm Mitchell Collyer. Homicide branch.
-Sir. -Who's this?
Senior Constable Sonya Mackenzie.
-Ah, Mackenzie. -Yes, sir.
Your name's mentioned in the report,
in relation to Mr Tucker and his daughters.
-So you knew them. -Yes, sir.
MITCHELL: What can you tell me?
What I told Child Services three times -
those girls needed to be removed from that man.
So he was violent towards them?
Well, I never saw it, but they often had bruises.
Do you know where April Tucker is?
SONYA: No, sir. But I want to help find her.
-Go home, Senior Constable. -She's gonna be terrified!
MITCHELL: Go home.
(SOMBRE MUSIC)
(CAR HORN HONKS OBNOXIOUSLY)
(MEN YELL)
(SOMBRE MUSIC CONTINUES)
-Happy Invasion Day! -Yeah, it's fuckin' ours now!
Where ya goin', sweetheart?
Oh! Come on. Don't be like that.
MAN: Where ya going?
She's got no money, taxi.
Look at her! She'll be stealin' yours.
What the fuck are you lookin' at? Come on.
Oi!
(PHONE LINE RINGS)
VOICEMAIL: You've reached Mitchell Collyer.
Please leave a message.
Mitch? It's Dad.
I'm in town for the day. Something I've gotta do.
Give us a call when you can.
TV: ..what your favourite Australia Day traditions are.
Come on. Haven't got all day.
Me. There. Girl.
(SPEAKS FOREIGN LANGUAGE)
I go...embass.
Embass.
We go. We go.
You're not staying.
(TV BROADCAST CONTINUES)
('000000' BY MIDAS.GOLD PLAYS SOFTLY)
(KNOCK AT DOOR)
-WOMAN: Yaggi? -Yeah?
(WOMAN SPEAKS FOREIGN LANGUAGE)
Alright.
('000000' BY MIDAS.GOLD CONTINUES PLAYING SOFTLY)
(CHOIR SINGS FAINTLY ON TV) ♪ ..of beauty rich and rare
♪ In history's page, let every stage
♪ Advance... ♪
(SPEAKS FOREIGN LANGUAGE)
♪ In joyful strains, then let us sing
♪ Advance... ♪
What's so important?
Where is your brother?
-Hm? -Sami?
-(SIGHS) -Maybe he's with Dad.
He's at work.
He's always at work.
Exactly.
I don't know why he works for such shit money.
He works for us. And mind your language.
-I'm worried about your brother. -Have you tried calling him?
(TV PLAYS FAINTLY)
(PHONE BEEPS)
(RINGTONE PLAYS)
(SAMI BREATHES HEAVILY)
So you know this haji prick?
Name's Sami Ghaznavi. Sami, yeah.
I seen him playing in the under-18s with the Tigers.
Ghaznavi.
Soccer, yeah. He's got that faggoty look.
-No league player, eh, Tony? -No.
(SIGHS) Sami, I'd like to ask you a few questions.
-Are you gonna call out? -(SAMI MUMBLES)
-(TAPE RIPS) -I didn't do anything. Ah!
DEAN: I said I'd like to ask you a few questions.
-Did you rape my little sister? -No!
-No?
-You fucked her? -(SAMI BREATHES HEAVILY)
-Kit kat. You drugged her. -No.
-Are you saying this is her K? -No!
-Ah! (COUGHS) -DEAN: So it's yours.
(SOBS)
DEAN: You didn't drug her.
You didn't rape her.
So why the fuck did you run away
when my brother and young Tony here found you this morning?
Come on, man. Maybe we should call the cops.
-Shh! -Let's just call the cops.
No.
We're not calling the cops.
(SAMI GRUNTS)
Gonna sort this all out in here.
Aren't we?
(SIREN WAILS)
(TV NEWSREADER SPEAKS FAINTLY)
Person of interest in the case is believed to be a resident.
But it's more than sausages that will be produced
under a new trade deal with China being announced later today
by the Federal Agriculture Minister, Patricia Keenan.
PATRICIA: I'll be honest - I'm excited about this,
and as we reveal more details...
Mrs Williams.
(NEWS REPORT CONTINUES)
I've been watching the news.
I'm sorry.
The trade agreement will be signed this afternoon.
Kaytee wasn't alone in the car.
Is April here?
Why would I tell you, even if she was?
You wouldn't have to.
You're her grandmother.
I just want to know if she's OK.
There's a lot of people looking for her.
Where's your uniform?
I've been discharged for the day.
Who your mob?
Hm?
Are ya blue or are ya black?
Listen. I just want to know where April is.
I need to know if she's OK.
(TV REPORT CONTINUES)
(SOMBRE MUSIC)
(TENSE MUSIC)
WOMAN: No! No, no. No police.
No police! No! No police! No!
(HYPERVENTILATES)
No! No! No police!
-No, no! No! -Come on.
-No! No! -Get out.
-No. No! -Come on.
The police will look after you. Let's go.
(SOBS) No. No.
(SOBS) No.
MAN: Name?
Friedman. F-R-I-E-D-M-A-N.
(BROADCAST PLAYS FAINTLY)
-Your address? -No address.
Bank just foreclosed on my property.
Well, where are you staying? At a hotel?
Not staying anywhere.
Passing through.
Is your name Lan?
Ian Chang?
You. Is that your name?
FRIEDMAN: How do you know that?
We had a bloke report his niece go missing.
There you go. Your uncle's coming to get you.
Please help. (CONTINUES IN FOREIGN LANGUAGE)
You'll be alright.
(DOOR OPENS)
PEOPLE ON BROADCAST: Happy Australia Day!
(GRIM MUSIC)
(TENSE MUSIC BUILDS)
(TENSE MUSIC CONTINUES)
You want some help?
MRS WILLIAMS: You want some driving lessons?
Someone should have done in that Gordon Tucker a long time ago.
That man...
He never did marry my Heather. You know that?
But he got custody of them girls all the same.
Why didn't you get them?
Old. Black.
Diabetic.
Why didn't you do something about it?
You knew what kind of man he was.
I tried to get statements from the girls.
I know.
They were terrified of him.
I tried.
You didn't try hard enough.
SONYA: No.
No, not hard enough.
(POIGNANT MUSIC)
Should have tried harder too.
Do you know what happened?
One of them hit him.
Maybe he was laying into one of them
and the other had had enough.
-They took off in the car... -Yep.
That April, she's smart.
But she'd be so scared.
I wish she'd come here.
But she probably figured she couldn't count on me.
Auntie.
Where's she gone?
(RADIO PLAYS INDISTINCTLY)
You remind me of someone back home.
DRIVER: You take care, OK?
(TENSE MUSIC)
-(DIAL TONE DRONES) -WOMAN: Yes?
Hi. I'm looking for my mum, Heather.
Heather Tucker.
WOMAN: They're hoping to set an Australia Day record
for the world's largest meat pie.
Can almost smell it from here.
GROUP ON TV: Happy Australia Day!
(GROUP CHEERS)
WOMAN: And now, a breaking news story.
A man has been found dead in his Darra home this morning
in an apparent homicide.
Witnesses near the scene say
they heard screaming and shouting at around 5am.
Police officers immediately cordoned off the area as a crime scene.
They've asked that those in the neighbourhood remain alert
to any suspicious behaviour.
Police are yet to reveal any information regarding the victim's identity.
-April? -Anyone with information...
WOMAN: Heather Tucker.
Tucker.
APRIL: Try 'Thompson'. She might've gone by 'Thompson'.
Oh, that's right.
OK.
It's nearly 18 months since she left.
APRIL: Where'd she go?
I don't know.
I do have an address here, but we don't usually give them out.
(DRAWER CLOSES)
I'm trying to find her.
I understand.
Well...
Who...
It's your father who has custody of you?
-Tina? -Hi.
Can I have a word? Out here?
WOMAN: Excuse me a sec.
(OPENS DRAWER)
(TENSE MUSIC BUILDS)
(TENSE MUSIC CONTINUES)
(SPITS, COUGHS)
Stop it! (SOBS)
(SOBS MOCKINGLY) Stop it!
(WEEPS)
"Stop it." Is that what Chloe said?
-SAMI: No. -No, 'cause you drugged her.
(SAMI SOBS) She wanted to try it.
She doesn't do drugs.
She wanted to try it.
You wanted to try HER.
JASON: Jeez, guys. Stop it, yeah?
-You don't like it? -(SAMI WEEPS)
JASON: What if he's telling the truth?
The truth?
You think Chloe asked for Ketamine?
Asked for this sand monkey to fuck her?
(TENSE MUSIC BUILDS)
Go. Go see if she's awake. Go get her.
(TENSE MUSIC INTENSIFIES)
Please. Please...
(HIP-HOP MUSIC THUMPS OVER CAR STEREO)
Hey! Here he be!
Where you been, man?
These boys are cashed up!
-Got more? -Yeah, man. When?
-An hour, yeah? -Works for me, man.
Why an hour, man? Five minutes away.
Gotta find my idiot little brother.
I think he's banging that Chloe chick.
And the little shit's been stealing my dingers.
Hey, there's hope for him yet.
(REVS ENGINE)
MAN: Say hi to Chloe for me.
Chlo, come on. Get up.
-Get up. Chlo. -What?
Come on! Get up.
-(TV PLAYS FAINTLY) -Come on.
What?
(COUGHS) You can't do this.
Sure I can.
This is my house.
My family.
My rules.
SAMI: I didn't hurt her.
We'll see.
Oh, my God!
-Oh, my God! -Hey, clever girl, it's OK.
DEAN: You alright?
Tell him, Chloe.
Tell him!
SAMI: Just tell him.
He says you asked him out.
You asked for drugs.
You asked him for sex.
Did you really ask this dirty wog for sex?
(TENSE MUSIC BUILDS)
-(WHISPERS) No. -SAMI: What?
Chloe! Ugh!
-(DIAL TONE DRONES) -WOMAN: Can I help you?
I'm Senior Constable Sonya Mackenzie.
I'd like to ask some questions about a girl who might have come here today.
Come on in.
(DOOR BUZZES)
-Hi there. I'm looking for... -(SPEAKS INDISTINCTLY)
Lan-Lan! There you are!
Oh, my God! We were so worried about you!
(CONTINUES IN FOREIGN LANGUAGE)
This your uncle?
Out to a nightclub for a couple of hours, she said.
Your aunty and I were worried sick!
Chang Lan is in our charge, and I'm afraid we screwed up.
We gave her enough money for a cab, but... I don't know.
(SPEAKS FOREIGN LANGUAGE)
(REPLIES IN FOREIGN LANGUAGE)
(SPEAKS FOREIGN LANGUAGE)
(STIFFLY) Sorry, Uncle.
-(TV BROADCAST PLAYS) -(BILLIARD BALLS CLICK)
REPORTER: Australia's beef industry
is sharpening its focus on the Asian market
under a new trade deal with China being announced later today...
Someone turn that up, thanks?
..Agriculture Minister Patricia Kendall.
The benefits to Australia's economy can't be overstated.
It's great news for Queensland, great news for Australia
and great news for Australian cattle farmers.
REPORTER: The trade agreement will be signed this afternoon,
here at the Brisbane offices of Bower Sibbick.
But members of the National Farmers' Federation
and the National Party have raised concerns
about the benefits for smaller stockholders.
-(CRIES OUT) -(SPEAKS FOREIGN LANGUAGE)
(WEEPS, SPEAKS FOREIGN LANGUAGE)
(SPEAKS FOREIGN LANGUAGE)
-(SPEAKS HARSHLY) -(LAN CRIES OUT)
(BOTH SPEAK FOREIGN LANGUAGE)
-(BONES CRUNCH) -(SCREAMS)
(BOTH SPEAK FOREIGN LANGUAGE)
-Hey! Hey! -It's OK.
My niece is feeling sick... Ah!
-(LAN CRIES OUT) -(MAN GROANS)
I don't think she is your niece.
-(LAN WEEPS) -(UTE DOOR CLOSES)
(TENSE MUSIC)
LAN: Go! Go!
Lan-Lan! (SPEAKS FOREIGN LANGUAGE)
-LAN: Go! Go! -(SPEAKS FOREIGN LANGUAGE)
LAN: Go!
(GRUNTS)
(PANTS)
Sorry.
(RADIO COMMENTARY PLAYS FAINTLY)
LAN: No...
Who's that guy?
Who you mixed up with?
(SPEAKS FOREIGN LANGUAGE)
Girl.
We need to get that looked at.
LAN: No police.
No police.
(PHONE RINGS)
Sonya Mackenzie.
MAN: Where are you?
I'm out.
I thought I told you to stay at home.
SONYA: Well, somebody's got to find her.
Listen, Sonya, I know you feel responsible for this.
-But... -That's good!
Just go home and call me when you get there.
-Well? -She just ducked out.
You know this could turn into a shit fight?
She's solid.
(PROTESTERS CALL OUT)
What's her background?
University graduate. Father was in the service.
Her racial background.
Please, let me go. (SOBS QUIETLY)
We've gotta let him go.
Come on. You know we can't do that.
He's just gonna go straight to the cops.
-So, what's the plan? -(BOTTLES CLINK IN FRIDGE)
What's the plan?
(VEHICLE APPROACHES, TYRES SCREECH)
(SAMI WHIMPERS AND GRUNTS)
Don't make a sound.
(SAMI GRUNTS)
Go look.
Tool, go look!
(KNOCK AT DOOR)
Hey!
(KNOCK AT DOOR)
(JASON WHISPERS) Fuck.
(LOUD KNOCK AT DOOR)
JASON: It's his brother. He knows.
-(SAMI GRUNTS) -Shut up! Shut up.
JASON: He knows about Chloe.
-(SAMI WHIMPERS) -TONY: Shut up. Shut up.
(JASON WHISPERS)
(SAMI WHIMPERS)
Does your brother know you're a rapist?
Does your mummy know you're a dirty little rapist?
Dean. Come on.
-(SAMI SOBS) -(ENGINE REVS)
(VEHICLE DEPARTS)
(PHONE RINGS)
Hi there.
Where you at, you fuckin' truant?
-(WOMAN SQUEALS) -Seriously, man.
You need to get back here. It's goin' off!
DEAN: Oi, listen.
Get the guys over here.
Yeah, I got somethin' interesting for us all.
(SAMI SOBS)
Hi, sweetie. What can I do you for?
I'm looking for Heather.
-Heather Thompson. -Heather?
Yeah, yeah, of course. Yeah, I know her. Heather.
You're... Kaytee?
April.
April!
April showers.
(COMMENTARY ON TV PLAYS FAINTLY)
(LOCK CLICKS)
So...
Wow, April.
Your sister, she's not here.
Drink?
(OPENS FRIDGE)
All I've got's...
Water, maybe, eh?
Is Mum here?
Yeah.
Nah.
Not right now.
But she'll be back soon.
She's a lovely lady, your mum.
I really like her.
Really like her.
Here.
You can whack your bag over there.
Down here.
That's Heather's room.
Hey?
TV: Now to a development in the Darra homicide case.
She wouldn't mind.
Police have now confirmed that Kaytee Tucker
and her 14-year-old sister, April...
She wouldn't mind.
..were in the Darra house at the time their father was murdered
and then fled in a stolen vehicle.
Police are now appealing for April...
-(GRUNTS) -Stop! Stop! Help me!
Just piss off! (SCREAMS) Get off me!
(DOOR SLAMS)
(GRUNTS) Let me out!
Just be a good girl, now.
I'm not gonna call the pigs.
-(APRIL BANGS ON DOOR) -We can work something out. Eh?
-(APRIL PANTS) -You and me. Right?
(PANTS)
(FOOTSTEPS WALK AWAY)
(LOCK CLICKS)
(WINDOW BARS RATTLE)
(SIGHS)
-(PHONE RINGS) -(MAN CLEARS THROAT)
Oh. That's Mrs Taylor's.
-Terry. -Ian.
Come on through.
IAN: OK.
Now, what can I do for you?
You can take a look at her hand.
Yeah.
Oh, yeah, yeah.
-Should I ask? -Wasn't me.
That's not what I meant.
IAN: Just come in here.
If you'd like to take a seat up on here.
Just sit up here.
Let's have a look.
(LAN WHIMPERS)
IAN: Oh, yeah.
We'll just put a little ring block in here and then I'll pop that into place.
Come with me.
No, you stay here.
OK?
-So, what's the story? -The girl was on the streets.
She was in a state. I think she's illegal.
Got herself in with some rough sorts.
Won't have a bar of the cops.
So who's looking after the farm?
The bank.
What happened?
Let myself get arseholed.
No decent rain for five years. No money for feed.
I was down to about 200 head. Shitty bastard of things.
Then I found a buyer, with a new deal.
Meat for China.
So I trucked 'em down here and they said no.
Minimum fat score's changed. So knocked 'em all back.
I had to truck 'em back up to the farm.
By then, they were fucked. Had to put 'em all down.
Oh. Haven't you got any legal recourse?
Can't afford a lawyer.
Barely enough money for bullets.
I take it you're staying here with your boy?
Hm.
Do you remember any Chinese from our induction training?
(LAUGHING) Oh, no. That was Eddie's department.
How's Eddie?
Oh, you haven't heard?
18 months ago.
He shot himself.
Yeah, we're becoming a bit of a rare breed, mate.
Christ!
(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC)
(HANDBRAKE CLICKS)
(PHONE RINGS)
Yes?
-MITCHELL: Mackenzie? -Who's this?
It's Mitchell Collyer. Homicide lead on the Tucker case.
-We met this morning. -OK.
So Mrs Della Williams here informs me you came for a visit.
-Where are you now? -I'm looking for April Tucker.
-Me too. -What are you gonna do with her?
MITCHELL: I'm gonna talk to her.
Come on. She or Kaytee killed her father.
So, what are you gonna do with April?
I'm not gonna do anything. That's up to the courts.
-She's 14. -Exactly.
She's 14 and terrified.
You don't think a young Aboriginal girl knows exactly
what her life's gonna be like if she goes into detention?
-It's over. -It's my job to find her.
Well, it was my job to look after her, and I didn't.
I didn't get them out. I left them with that man.
And now she's alone and scared and she needs to know
that someone understands.
(PHONE MESSAGE ALERT TRILLS)
I'll see you in the car.
(PANTS)
(TV COMMENTARY PLAYS FAINTLY)
Come on!
April.
Can't we have a chat?
Your mum was always up for a chat.
April?
Where is she?
Oh, I don't know.
She got back on the gear, so... I don't know.
I've got you a sandwich.
Come on. Open the door now.
I don't want to have to break it down.
(KNOCK AT FRONT DOOR)
TV: Minister Kendall has been credited with resurrecting this deal.
(BANGING AT DOOR)
..and a real and much-needed injection of hope
for Australian primary industry.
Hi there.
I'm Senior Constable Sonya Mackenzie.
OK. Yep.
I'm looking for a girl named April Tucker.
-Don't know her. -Don't know her?
Haven't seen her?
-Aboriginal girl, 14, pretty. -Sorry.
What about her mother, Heather Thompson?
She left Grace Hill last year to come and live with you.
I don't know. Maybe. Jeez.
People come and go.
Can I come in for a look?
Where's your partner, Constable?
You guys don't work alone.
-(GRUNTS) -(WINDOW FRAME CLATTERS)
-MAN: Hey! -SONYA: April!
-This is an invasion of privacy! -SONYA: April, you in there?
(SONYA BANGS ON DOOR)
April!
Open the door, bub.
I want you to trust me.
This man won't hurt you.
You've been hurt enough.
How would you know?
I'm Sonya. Sonya Mackenzie.
I visited your...your house.
I know what happened to your father.
I know what he was like.
I know why you and Kaytee did what you did.
But you've gotta stop now, bub.
You've gotta let me look after you.
Kaytee's dead.
Isn't she?
SONYA: Yeah.
And...
And I'm so sorry.
I'm so sorry that happened.
Was it you?
This morning?
Was that you chasing us?
SONYA: Yeah.
Yes, it was.
But I didn't know it was you two.
And I didn't know why you were running.
Just don't run anymore. OK?
April?
April!
MAN: Oh, don't do that!
(MAN GROWLS)
Ohhhh!
-Where did Heather go? -I don't know.
-Why did she leave? -I don't fuckin' know!
She got back on the gear.
Why?
She wanted her girls.
Christ!
Her old man said he'd kill 'em rather than let her take 'em.
She kind of took it pretty hard.
So one night, I gave her a taste.
And later...
She couldn't pay the rent anyway.
-The driver was Senior... -You piece of shit.
...Constable Sonya Mackenzie, who is herself
a distinguished and experienced officer of Aboriginal heritage.
So those people that are saying that this is a case of
white police targeting black offenders
really do need to rethink things.
(BOTTLES CLINK)
(FRIDGE DOOR SHUTS)
(LIGHTER FLICKS TWICE)
-Hey, Tone. -TONY: Yeah.
Everyone's got a plan till they get punched in the head.
(LAUGHS)
(VEHICLE APPROACHES, HORN PLAYS TUNE)
Yes! (GRUNTS)
(CAR DOOR CLOSES)
DEAN: About fuckin' time.
(SIGHS)
-(CAR DOORS CLOSE) -MAN: Deano!
How ya doin', boys? How ya doin'?
-Oh, cool ink. -Thanks.
Pretty fuckin' ballsy. When'd you come out?
-What do you mean? -When did you come out?
-What? -Your tattoo.
-Means you're gay. -(LAUGHS)
-Fuckin' dicks! -(MAN LAUGHS)
DEAN: Oh, fuck!
TONY: What?
MAN: What is this?
MAN: Some fuckin' show, Dean.
Let's get out of here.
(PHONE RINGS)
Bester.
SONYA: What a shitty thing to do.
Mind your language, Senior Constable.
How dare you use my race to get yourselves out of trouble?
What did you think was going to happen, Sonya?
I thought you'd be in my corner. Instead, you're just covering your arses.
We're trying to make the best of a bad situation.
Yeah. Best for yourselves.
Not for me. And not for that little girl.
Listen, it's shitty, but it's done.
Now, if you want to keep your job,
you'll go home, like you were ordered, now.
Sorry, sir. Not this time.
(DOG BARKS IN THE DISTANCE)
April!
(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC)
What have you done?!
You let him go!
(GRUNTS)
(PANTS)
You fuckin' idiot.
What if he goes to the cops?
Yeah, well, you should have thought of...
Now I have to track him down.
You stupid little fuck.
This is on you.
(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC)
April!
(BUS HYDRAULICS HISS)
(SONYA PANTS)
-(BONES CRACK) -Arghh!
(SCREAMS IN PAIN)
-Oh, Jesus Christ! -Where's she gone?
You tell me where that girl is or I will fucking ruin you!
WOMAN ON RADIO: ..always been a priority for this government.
Now, there has been some concern in the media
about the value of certain trade relationships with our Asian neighbours.
But I can assure you, this agreement will deliver real value to Australians.
MAN: Thank you for your time, Minister Kendall.
The trade agreement is set to be signed this afternoon
with a ceremony at Bower Sibbick's Brisbane offices.
-(HANDBRAKE CLICKS) -(TURNS ENGINE OFF)
(LAN SOBS)
-Hey. Hey. No, no. Don't! Don't! -(SPEAKS FOREIGN LANGUAGE)
Calm down. Calm down!
I want to help you. I want to help you. I want to help you.
Now, where were you going?
Me. Girl.
Yes, you're a girl. You're a girl.
Girl, girl, girl, girl, girl, girl, girl!
There are more girls?
More girls.
There are more girls.
(SOBS)
(LAN SPEAKS FOREIGN LANGUAGE)
TERRY: Building down there?
(LAN SPEAKS FOREIGN LANGUAGE)
TERRY: Shh.
(LAN SPEAKS FOREIGN LANGUAGE)
-That building? -(SPEAKS FOREIGN LANGUAGE)
Yeah, yeah.
(LAN SPEAKS FOREIGN LANGUAGE)
Shh! Quiet!
(LAN SPEAKS FOREIGN LANGUAGE)
(TURNS CAR ENGINE OFF)
OK.
Now, you wait here.
(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC)
(CLOSES DOOR)
(GATE SQUEAKS)
(BUZZER SOUNDS)
(LOCK UNLOCKS)
I'm here to see the girls.
Sorry. No girls here.
I want to see a girl.
(EXHALES)
Hello, hello! (GIGGLES)
Here for little bit of relaxation?
Yeah, I am, yeah.
Come here.
(WOMAN SPEAKS FOREIGN LANGUAGE)
(WOMAN CONTINUES SPEAKING FOREIGN LANGUAGE)
Well?
Um...
No, thanks.
Mmm.
I know, I know.
Follow me.
Ha!
(WOMAN SPEAKS FOREIGN LANGUAGE)
(EXHALES) Fuck.
(LAN SPEAKS FOREIGN LANGUAGE)
(SPEAKS FOREIGN LANGUAGE)
(CONTINUES SPEAKING FOREIGN LANGUAGE)
-TERRY: Hop out. -(SPEAKS FOREIGN LANGUAGE)
You gotta get out. I can't fix this. I can't help you anymore.
I've got my own stuff I've gotta sort out.
Here. Here. There.
(SPEAKS FOREIGN LANGUAGE)
TERRY: Out! Out! Out!
Come on.
(LAN SPEAKS FOREIGN LANGUAGE)
(DOOR CLOSES)
(SPEAKS FOREIGN LANGUAGE)
(VEHICLE HORN HONKS)
(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC)
-(KNOCK AT DOOR) -MOTHER: Yaghoub!
Ah, one second!
(MOTHER SPEAKS FOREIGN LANGUAGE)
What?
What sort of a man are you?
What the hell's that mean?
Has your little brother ever gone missing like this?
-Sami's 17. -You think we stop caring at 17?
Or 20? Or 24?
I looked for him, OK? I don't know!
MOTHER: You don't care!
You think I don't know about your drugs?
(TV COMMENTARY PLAYS FAINTLY)
Does Dad know?
No.
Not yet.
But...I know... it's hard to find work here.
We all do things to get by.
As long as we stay safe,
we stay together, we look after each other,
you look after Sami.
I'm not his fucking mother.
(DOOR CLOSES)
(MOTHER SPEAKS FOREIGN LANGUAGE)
-Mum, just leave it. -(SPEAKS FRANTICALLY)
I just want to have a shower!
-Who did this? -Look at you!
-Huh? -I don't want to talk about it.
Who did it?
I know about Chloe Patterson.
-The white girl? -(SPEAKS FOREIGN LANGUAGE)
She got brothers, right?
Huh?
Did she let you?
Yes.
Hello? Knocking?
-Hey! -Sit down!
That's private! You can't go through my private stuff!
(EXHALES)
Why didn't you say?
Are you an idiot? You saw what Dean did.
Sami didn't do anything wrong.
Can't help him.
Aren't YOU scared of Dean?
Yep.
Well, why the fuck did you call him?!
Where are you going?
You're gonna make things worse!
YAGHOUB: Maybe we should call the cops.
(SCOFFS) You want to call the police?
You don't think you've had enough trouble with them?
No.
No police.
You're a man.
Your job is to protect your family.
That's Dad's job.
Your father does it his way.
You do it your way.
Do it.
Make this right.
(PHONE RINGS)
There was a guy who...
..used to do some handyman work around here.
Dad.
Mitchy.
MITCHELL: Sorry I missed your call. What's going on?
You alright?
Yeah, I'm right as rain.
MITCHELL: You don't sound right.
-Where are you? -I'm in town. Where are you?
MITCHELL: I'm working today.
Oh, yeah, course. OK.
So why you in town? The markets?
TERRY: Yeah, sort of. I got some things here for you.
How's the boy?
He's fine, Dad. Yeah.
So, what's going on? Why aren't you at the farm?
Lost the farm, Mitch. It's gone.
Bank's got it. It's gone. I had to let it go.
(SIGHS)
What do you want me to do?
You want me to feel surprised?
Or sad? 'Cause I'm not.
Farm was our fucking life, Mitch.
MITCHELL: No, that farm was your life.
OK? You stayed there because you wanted to.
You always did what you wanted to do.
I worked that fucking place for us, Mitch!
For you and your mother and for me.
Right? I worked my guts out.
Yep.
TERRY: Wanted it to be a place that you could have.
(WHISPERS) Fuck.
TERRY: You could have, you know, with your family.
Be yours forever and that.
Mitch...
I just wanted to see you, mate.
MITCHELL: Dad, no, I'm sorry, but this is just a shit of a day, OK?
Gonna have to talk another time.
Yeah, OK, Mitch.
(VOICES OUTSIDE)
(TENSE MUSIC)
(RINGING TONE)
You've reached Mitchell Collyer.
Please leave a message.
Mitch, it's Dad again.
(FORCEFUL PERCUSSIVE MUSIC)
(DOORBELL RINGS)
Mrs Ghaznavi.
I'm...
I'm wondering if, um... if Sami's in.
If he made it home.
Is he here?
Patterson?
JASON: Yeah.
Sami is not here.
OK.
Why?
Uh...
There was, um...
There was, um, a misunderstanding.
JASON: A, um...
..mistake.
A bad...bad mistake.
I just wanted to see that he was OK.
I wanted, uh...
I just...I wanted to sort it out,
just try and sort it out.
I'm sure everything will be sorted out.
-(HANDBRAKE CLICKS) -(DOG BARKS)
(VOICES ON TELEVISION)
Chlo?
Chloe?
Jason?
(MUFFLED CRY)
Oh, fuck.
(CHLOE SCREAMS AND WHIMPERS)
(CHLOE SQUEALS)
You fuckin' wog cunt!
Excuse me.
Um... Have...
Have you seen Heather?
Mum.
Oh! Hello, love.
Hey, Mum.
It's April.
Your girl, April.
April.
Mum.
Busy.
-Busy. -Mum.
Mum!
Busy!
(DULL THUD ECHOES)
MAN: And the Honourable Patricia Kendall,
Federal Minister for Agriculture.
My warmest thanks to Mr Dougherty and the board of Bower Sibbick,
and especially to Dr Lee and Mr Gow, of the Ministry of Commerce.
The deal we've ratified today holds a special significance for me.
As a student, I was fortunate enough to spend a year travelling around China.
That was a time when China...
(UNSETTLING SOUNDSCAPE)
(PATRICIA CONTINUES INDISTINCTLY)
(UNSETTLING SOUNDSCAPE INTENSIFIES)
(FRANTIC KNOCKING)
-Shit! -(LAN SPEAKS FOREIGN LANGUAGE)
(FRANTIC KNOCKING CONTINUES)
(LAN YELLS)
-Get in! Get in! -(SPEAKS FOREIGN LANGUAGE)
You can't come back here! You can't!
I can't help you! I have got something I've gotta do!
You don't get it! I've got something I've gotta do!
-(SPEAKS FRANTICALLY) -Get off me!
Give me a fuckin' chance to think! You cannot stay here!
-(CRIES) -Sit down!
Just...sit there.
-(PATRICIA CONTINUES SPEECH) -Please. Go. Go.
PATRICIA: Today's China is a global powerhouse,
open for business.
(WHIMPERS)
This is a story of mutual growth.
$3 billion added to the economy.
(SPEECH CONTINUES INDISTINCTLY)
(SIGHS EXASPERATEDLY)
PATRICIA: So thank you for coming here today,
and for a very special occasion.
And sharing a moment... (BECOMES INDISTINCT)
Fuck!
(FORCEFUL PERCUSSIVE MUSIC)
April!
No, no, no, no, no!
MAN ON PHONE: What service do you require?
-Ambulance! -The nature of the incident?
Overdose.
(CHLOE YELLS)
(SCREAMS)
ARGGH!
-Fuck! Just... Listen. Listen. -No, no.
-Listen, listen! -Talking time's done, mate.
You fucked with the wrong haji, white boy.
Where's Yaggi?
Sami!
That's it.
OK.
RADIO: Sierra 322, VKR. Come in, Sierra 322.
Sierra 322. Go ahead, VKR.
A 000 ambulance request has been called in by a Sonya Mackenzie.
-You had a flag on that. Over. -Received, VKR.
Do we have an address for the call?
Grey Street underpass, corner of Hope and Peel.
-Take over. I've gotta go. -Is it heroin??
I think so.
We've got a pulse. Let's get the Narcan up.
-Can you hear me? -What's her weight?
FEMALE PARAMEDIC: I'd say 50, 55 kilos.
Arggh!
-Stop. -What?
Stop.
-Stop? Stop? -Stop.
Seriously? You really think that's gonna happen?
-YAGHOUB: Huh? -Fuck!
Let him go! It's not his fault!
Not his fault?
Did you see Sami's face? Huh?
-Did ya? -Yes!
You think you could have stopped him?
You gutless slut. He wanted to do it!
Sami fucks your sister. You don't like that, do ya?
A bit too brown, huh?
Well, let me tell you something, champ.
Brown skin can do just as much damage as white.
(BUZZER RINGS REPEATEDLY)
(TENSE MUSIC)
April!
This looks sharp.
What were you gonna do with it, eh?
-Nothin'. -Nothing?
Nothin'. Nothin'.
You little fucker.
-(BANGING) -SAMI: Yaghoub!
(HISSES)
-(BANGING) -SAMI: Yaggi!
(CHLOE TRIES TO SCREAM)
-(BANGING) -SAMI: Yaggi!
It's Sami! Let me in!
(YELLS IN FOREIGN LANGUAGE)
SONYA: April!
April!
Hey, what was the description on that POI this morning?
POLICEWOMAN: 14-year-old Indigenous female.
Right. Pull over.
April!
(SIREN PULSES)
POLICEMAN: Just stay right there, please.
We just want to ask you some questions.
It's April Tucker, right?
Just stop there.
April!
(BOTH SPEAK FOREIGN LANGUAGE)
-(SPEAKS FOREIGN LANGUAGE) -Get the car.
-She has to go. -OK. (SPEAKS FOREIGN LANGUAGE)
Go on, outside. Go on.
-Let them go. -Go home, Sami.
No.
Get out of here.
No.
Let them go.
He did this to you. He had this on him.
Let him go.
(KNIFE CLATTERS)
Go.
Let him go.
Go home!
Let him go.
Come down. Climb down from the rail.
-Get back from her! -Stay there, please, ma'am.
-April? -Stand back! Now!
Whisky 671, we have a 502 in progress on Grey Street Bridge.
-Stay away from me! -POLICEMAN: Step away!
Shut up! I'm a police officer!
Kaytee's dead.
You didn't have to run.
Your dad deserved what he got.
It was me who hit him!
He was...
He was on Kaytee again.
SONYA: I know how scared you were of him.
Then why did you leave us there?
I'm sorry.
I did what I was supposed to do, but that's all I did.
I should have tried harder for you.
It's not your fault.
SONYA: It's my fault.
Not yours. Mine.
I found Mum. (SOBS)
I'm alone. (SOBS)
-You're not alone. -I'm alone.
SONYA: I'm not gonna leave you.
SONYA: You're not alone.
You're not alone.
Leave him alone, Yaggi!
-What's wrong with you? -Let him go!
Yaghoub!
Stop, OK? Just stop!
-I got him for you. -I know!
I got the prick right here because of what he did to you!
I know! But it has to stop!
OK? No-one wants to hurt him more than me.
-Let me! -No!
No, you can't!
If you don't stop now, it won't stop!
It'll go on and on!
And I'll get caught up!
And...and she'll get caught up, and these guys!
No. No.
I'm the one who got hurt, so I get to choose.
Stop, OK? Just stop.
(CHLOE WHIMPERS)
Go home!
Hey! Wait!
Tomorrow, man.
Come on. It's OK.
It's OK.
(YAGHOUB SOBS)
(COUGHS AND SOBS)
Put my rifle down gently.
(SPEAKS FOREIGN LANGUAGE)
-TERRY: Now get their passports. -What do you think?
-That you are fixing everything? -Get their fuckin' passports.
MAN: They are legitimately working off travel debts.
-You think I'm fuckin' around? -I'm not the problem here.
I'm just doing business.
Your problem is with the men who come here.
Mate, you are the fuckin' problem. Now get the passports!
Want to live? Then fuck off!
Hey.
Thank you.
(PHONE RINGS)
Collyer.
(INDISTINCT RADIO CHATTER)
You OK?
Sure. Yeah.
Listen. When was the last time you spoke to him?
-Earlier today. -How was he?
Did he...give you any sense
that he was gonna...do something?
No.
Why?
WOMAN: We found a letter in his pocket.
Did he mention that?
No.
WOMAN: It was...
He wrote that he was gonna shoot himself
in front of the minister and that Chinese delegation today.
It was a suicide note, Mitch.
So, what's this about?
That's what we're still trying to work out.
I will let you know whatever I can, OK?
TERRY: Mitch? It's Dad again.
Sorry I didn't get to see you today.
Wanted to say goodbye.
I know you weren't keen to talk.
I don't blame ya. But...
You were right.
I did put you and your mum second to the farm.
Thing is, I loved that place.
Guess I couldn't bear the thought of losing it.
Fought so hard for it.
But maybe I was fighting for the wrong things.
Suppose I'm paying the price for that.
Anyway, there's something I've gotta do.
I just can't let it go.
(SPEAKS INAUDIBLY)
Can't just turn my back on it.
Not this time.
Might be the wrong thing again. I don't know.
But I hope it makes a difference.
And I hope you can forgive me.
I wish I'd done things better on my watch.
But I know...
..you'll make things better on yours.
I'm proud of ya.
I love you.
(GENTLE AMBIENT MUSIC)