Bran Nue Dae Page #2

about theft and pillage -

sins of the flesh.

Tommy, will you not come up here?

I have been itemising supplies

from the canteen.

And to my surprise,

we are a little short.

Thou shalt not steal!

We're gonna get whacked.

Unless there is a confession,

I will be forced to punish Tommy.

Willie, I am very disappointed in you.

You are a prefect

and yet you throw it all away.

I had such great faith in you.

You are a rotten apple

in the barrel.

You are a stain

on the celebration of life.

You are an abomination in the eyes

of God! Put out your hand!

I should have known

one of your Aborigine kind

would be worth nothing!

That's not true, Father.

What?!

Run, Willie, run!

I will find the boy.

Hey, boy, where you bin come from?

This fire looks lovely and warm.

It's gonna be

a cold one tonight.

- Come here. We're not gonna eat you.

- Well, not yet, anyway.

Come here. Come here. Sit down.

Relax. Come here, young fella.

I got nowhere to stay.

Any of you mob got anywhere to stay?

Nope.

You in good company here, boy.

I wanna go home.

Well, we all wanna go home, eh?

But we're a long, long way away

from our country.

Yeah, yeah!

Hey!

Where your home, boy?

Broome.

Hmm. That's my home too.

True?

True.

Here, I'll tell you a story.

Oh, here we go.

I been away 15 years now.

15 years?

Shut up, boy. Let me tell you

the story. Right?

I been drinking, I been droving,

I've been a Christian,

I've been everything.

But now I reckon it's time

that I went home before I die.

Yep, I'd better go back home to Broome.

Yep, yep, yep.

But you still never tell me

your name.

My name is William Johnson.

My name is Steven Johnson.

I'm your uncle.

I reckon your mummy

must be my sister brother

and I bin call him sister

but she bin call you uncle.

So that's how come

I'm your sist...sist...sist...

Yeah, I'm your uncle, OK?!

Uncle Tadpole.

Uncle Tadpole.

Hey, you got any tucker?

Now, what they bin doing to you,

boy? They bin hit you?

No. I've been running

from boarding school.

How come?

What you been doing wrong?

I don't wanna talk about it.

They been starving you, hey?

Yeah, that's the trouble.

You never get enough tucker,

you never get enough beer

and you never get

enough womans, eh?

No, Uncle...no.

I know you young fellas!

You been rootin' round here,

rootin' round there,

rootin' round everywhere!

No, Uncle, I feel sorry now.

I gotta go see my mum,

but when she find out

I'm running from school,

she gonna be real wild.

Well, I bin fix

your mummy up for you.

I know how to fix up womans.

I'm gonna take this boy

home to Broome,

home to his dear mother,

away from this place.

Yeah, yeah, good on you.

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