Captain Johnno Page #3

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- Here?

- No, over there!

- Here?

- Yeah!

OK. Bravo, Johnno!

What you got there, Johnno?

Fish. You'll buy?

You got a license?

We catch the fish. You buy.

I can't buy from amateurs, man.

We catch. Fish good.

I'm sure they are. But I can only buy

from professional fishermen.

Your friend here has got

to have a license.

But I'll tell you what, though;

just this once.

Leave the fish with me

and I'll see what I can do.

Come on. We'll get a license.

Dad! Dad!

Johnno... I thought I told you

never to come in here.

Hey? A beauty, isn't it?

I knew it was a good fishing rod.

Hey, Les!

- Have a look at what my son...

- Not me, Tony caught him!

- Tony!

- Is that right?

Tony's a good fisherman.

- Tony needs a license.

- A license? Does he now?

Dad, please help him.

He can't speak good.

"He can't speak good"!

Johnno... take it down a bit will you?

Hello. You Johnno papa?

My name's Tony.

The fish... 'squisito.

What?

The fish. Johnno,

he helped me catch. You have.

You're not going to buy fish

from a wog, are you, Frank?

No, no, I give for you. A regalo.

- I get my fish elsewhere.

- I catch plenty.

I don't want your fish. Johnno, out.

- Tony needs a license.

- Johnno, he says you help me...

- Get the fish out of here.

- You help him...

No. Get it out!

I said get you...

and the fish... OUT!

He gave. Are you deaf?

I catch... thirty fish, plenty money.

Johnno, he...

Johnno is going to get a kick

up the backside. Hard.

Hold the fort, will you, Les?

One schooner beer, please.

Mom, take it higher.

The rules say below the knee.

Yes, but you can be a little bit...

- Johnno!

- What's happened?

- Where's Johnno?

- What is it?

Johnno. I want to see you, Johnno!

Come here.

- I wasn't bad!

- I said come here!

- He caught it good.

- Just wait 'til I get my hands on you!

- I hate you!

- Yeah? And I hate you, too!

You listen to me, and listen hard;...

You're not to come

into the front bar again.

Ever! Especially not

when I've got customers!

And another thing;

you're not to go near...

...that Italian fellow again.

Do you understand? Huh?

You have parcels for me?

Name? I need to know your name.

Andreucci... Antonio Andreucci.

Thank you.

Johnno. Come here, look!

You no worry what happened.

Come on, I show you; listen!

You hear the sea.

You hear the waves!

Smell!

My sea, Johnno. My waves.

Look... is Giovanni.

You're his papa?

Yes. I'm his papa.

Why did you leave your home

and your boy?

I have to, Johnno. My country is poor;

no food, no work. No life.

- I have to make new home.

- Where's your new home?

Here, in Streaton.

Soon, Giovanni and my wife...

they come.

- Will you go leave this home?

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