Containment Cleverman

How you going, guys? Straight passes.

Lily, straight passes. Cam, you've got to focus on this -

this is a weak area for you.

-Just kick it straight.

-I know.

Kick it straight. Come on, mate. That's not good enough.

Now, on the game on Saturday,

you let yourself down cos you weren't doing it, OK?

Straight as an arrow, let's go.

This programme contains some violent scenes

-Cam.

-Loser.

Go and get it.

Go and get it, go on.

This programme contains some strong language

Grab this one. HEAVY BREATHING

Good.

RAPIDLY APPROACHING FOOTSTEPS

CREATURE SCREECHES

CAM SCREAMS CREATURE GRUNTS

Cam?

See some ID.

FEMALE VOICE IN HEAD WHISPERS

Mother...

He's all right.

-DISTANT ANGRY VOICE:

-Dad loved me more than he loved you, Koen!

Your mum is a white whore. Say it!

-Come on, say it!

-Say it!

-Say it!

Koen, say your mum is a white whore!

-Say it!

-Say it!

-Say it!

-Say it, Koen!

-Say it!

-No!

Your mum is a white whore.

-You coconut.

-Come on.

You. What you doing out here, brother?

Don't suppose you take a direct deposit?

Oi! I don't want you boys fighting round here. You hear me?

I forgot what flat you were, Auntie Linda.

-Who's that?

-I need to talk, Auntie.

-Koen?

-Yeah.

OK, you better come up, then.

Piss off, you hairy buggers, he's family.

-Hey, Auntie.

-Hey.

I'm coming. Wait right there.

Well, look at you, all grown up.

Hoping you can tell me why Uncle Jimmy picked me.

I gave up wondering why Jimmy did what he did.

Waruu's going to be mighty pissed off.

Ever since you two were little,

Waruu's been dreaming of becoming the Cleverman.

He's been waiting for this day all his life,

-and now his little brother...

-Half-brother.

-..steals his thunder.

It's a big responsibility, Koen.

Cleverman is more than just a title.

Whatever reason Jimmy had, you got a chance to start over.

Yep.

This belonged to your father.

He kept his uni stuff in it.

-Where did you get that?

-Found it...

..after the accident.

Put other stuff in - photos, anything I could grab at the time,

which wasn't much.

The past is the past.

You can't change it.

All you can do is try to do better.

Your father, he wasn't perfect.

He was a man.

With all the faults of a man.

And he was your father.

Your gift, Koen,

that's yours and yours alone now.

No-one can tell you what to do with it.

And that's the good of it and the curse of it.

Mark my words.

I see things, too.

-What kind of things?

-You in a clinic.

Cancer.

All through my lymph nodes - doctors gave me six months.

They can't treat it?

Better medication at home.

I'm sorry.

I can get you more gear if you need it.

You saw all that, eh?

What are you going to do with it?

Oi. Stop it.

You don't need a title.

Cleverman's not just a title.

Dad, Harry's here.

We need to take some action here.

-MAN:

-Yeah, yeah, I know.

Where's the rest of that family they captured, then?

Alinta, can you get my phone, please?

I've got something to show you.

These were taken last week.

So, what are they?

Trucks, 20 of them in one day.

Hey, stranger.

You don't know what they're transporting in those trucks?

-Could just be frozen chicken.

-Frozen chickens don't need ventilation.

So, what next?

I found a guy on the inside, Waruu.

Says he can get us into the main cells.

-A guard?

-Yeah. He has a master key to the building.

Let's say we get in, then what?

Bust every hairy out of there?

What are you going to do with them?

Are you going to bring them here?

Give the CA the excuse they've been waiting for?

And we'll be ready for them when they do.

Choppers, assault vehicles, high-powered weapons.

No, brother, I've got family here.

We all got families!

This is a political situation, Harry, it needs a political fix.

Come on, man! If it was Alinta in there...

Political fix, Harry.

Why I'm going on this show, yeah? We gotta do this the right way.

Oi! Oi, you shouldn't be doing that!

Hey, brother, they'll flog you.

What do you think you're doing, rug?

Everyone eat cement!

I knew you were going to cause trouble for us, rug.

What, do you think you're king of the rugs or something, do you?

Come on, then!

Oi! Oi, get your hands off him!

KNOCK AT DOOR

Girl.

I know you're in there.

I know you must be hungry, too.

KNOCK AT DOOR

Leave the plate out, if you wouldn't mind.

Or, I'm in B27 if you care to visit.

All right, then.

Stop filming. Put the cameras away.

-Turn it off.

-You people are not supposed to be here.

Yeah, we were the first on the scene.

There's no other news crews here.

There's not going to be anyone else, either.

It's our exclusive for the next hour at least.

-How?

-We'll break the story in the middle of the show, cross to you,

so be ready to go.

Yeah. We should let Waruu know about this development.

Give him a chance to prepare his response.

Let me think about it.

SHE SIGHS

Why didn't you say something?

I couldn't bear to see you put on that brave little boy face.

I see you've relegated America to the dustbin of history.

No, the US gets a place mat for outstanding achievement.

It's the whole of Western civilisation

that's down the plughole.

Perhaps it's just as well, then, that I can't...

-Baby...we can try again.

-No, we...

We've been over this.

You know, Nixon had a speech already prepared

for the death of the astronauts.

He was so desperate to beat the Ruskies, they went up

ahead of schedule more on a hope than a prayer.

Are you going to tell the story about Neil Armstrong restarting

the landing module with just a paperclip and seconds to spare?

It was Buzz Aldrin. And it was a biro.

The point is that, often,

-the only difference between triumph and failure is...

-My love...

I'm not giving up, I'm just drawing a line in the sand.

It's all good, baby.

Sorry.

I am the Cleverman.

I am the Cleverman.

I am the Cleverman.

Through this way.

Stop.

What have you got for me?

-One of these.

-One?

-Just fucking pick one.

-It's not that simple, darling.

They're all as hairy as each other, one's as good as the next.

Haven't you ever been to the pound?

You don't take just any old shih tzu.

When's my money going to come through, huh?

Do you understand me, pet?

-That one's English isn't great.

-Shame that, I do need English.

Take me.

Oh!

Aren't you a feisty one.

And what is it you think you're volunteering for, love?

It doesn't matter.

Smile for me.

Teeth.

Hands.

Good, not too big.

Pelt's a gorgeous colour.

Your natural?

Yes. Good girl.

You're older than I'd like.

-I'll do what you want.

-Oh, yes, you will, won't you, pet?

Yes, I've found what I need.

Sorry, ladies.

Hello again.

The disappearing girl.

Thanks for returning it.

It was just out of a jar, but it fills the hole.

My name's Virgil.

It's a strange name, but I've lived with it a long time.

Hi.

Will you join me for tea?

I know what you are.

And I don't care.

Good evening, I'm Jane O'Grady, and tonight, the subhuman crisis.

We evaluate the government's approach to its handling

-of the subhuman conundrum...

-Take a seat if you'd like.

Watch it with me. Just move that stuff off.

Sit. Please?

Tonight, my guest in the studio

is Minister for Immigration and Border Protection, Geoff Matthews.

Good to be here, Jane.

Also with me is my guest Mr Waruu West,

Indigenous community leader and advocate for the hairy peoples.

-Mr West, welcome.

-Well, I'm here as community leader in the zone.

-Thanks for having me on the programme.

-He's a bit of a spunk.

Minister, I'll start with you and the announcement today

that the government is committing another 107 billion

to its new subhuman containment and resettlement efforts.

Let me jump in there, Jane, and question the terminology being used,

and language that would make George Orwell proud.

What you're really talking about here is the forcible removal

of innocent people from their homes.

Separating mothers from daughters, fathers from sons.

The truth is this government is tearing whole families,

entire communities apart, and taking them God only knows where.

I can't discuss operational matters,

suffice to say, it is not anything like Mr West is making out.

Well, that's a relief, Minister, thank you.

They are well provided for in clean, safe accommodation.

Well, let's see them.

-Alinta! Alinta!

-What?

Hurry up! Your dad's on TV!

Better still, tell us where these containment centres are,

so we can see them for ourselves. Why the secrecy?

-Well, for the protection...

-You only hide something

-if you have something to hide.

-Mr West favours integration.

Now, I'm sympathetic to that. It's a possible long-term solution,

but this is a complex question...

Tighter, camera one.

These are very serious issues.

We have a large population of subhumans...

They're people, Geoff.

Can we just accept that they are not sub anything, they're people?

Why don't you allow reporters into your containment centres?

-Give us a guided tour on camera.

-It's a simple matter of security.

-Rosy, who's that?

-West's right-hand man.

Give me a close-up on his hands.

..and that is what we will continue to keep on doing.

As long as the country keeps voting for us, that's what we'll do.

He's a shaved-down hairy. Look at his little finger.

In addition to that, we have to protect the privacy

of our containment plants.

They don't have a right to a trial,

but that doesn't matter because you're protecting their privacy.

Subhumans are an innately violent race.

-Not true.

-Come on. Day one, first contact,

one tried to rip the throat out of a police sergeant.

-People become violent for a reason.

-Would you like to elaborate

-on

-what you mean? Hairy people are concerned that their people

are disappearing. Trucks come in the middle of the night and take them.

-Total fabrication.

-Geoff, sorry, I'll have to ask you to hold on.

Mr West, could you clarify what you mean?

Does he have any proof of these allegations he's making?

-People have come to me...

-Mr West cannot keep making these

-slanderous accusations.

-Excuse me, Minister,

the zone was not your creation. If it wasn't for Aboriginal people

occupying the old railway station, there wouldn't be a zone.

It has become a vibrant and diverse suburb in this city.

We welcome the hairy people to live with us.

Look at this big man.

You're the ones that put up a wall.

You're the ones that built a checkpoint.

You're the ones who issued ID cards

-and now you won't take any responsibility.

-Mr West,

could you clarify what you mean by disappearing?

-People have come to me...

-Hairy people?

..have complained to me that ever since Emergence Day,

hairy brothers and sisters began to disappear one by one.

I'm sorry, I'm just receiving a feed from the newsroom.

All right. And to people at home,

I'm sorry - we're going to have to interrupt our regular programme

with a story that's just breaking.

Crossing live now. Cue Belinda.

Shocking news just at hand of

the death of 12-year-old schoolboy

Cameron Wells, who was viciously

attacked and murdered

while at soccer training at a local park earlier this evening.

It is thought that his death might be linked to a similar attack

only last week on one James West.

A warning to viewers at home,

people may find the following images distressing.

There's a terrible sense of despair and growing fear

at tonight's events, Jane,

and not just because of Cameron's tender age,

but the particularly brutal way in which he was killed

in front of his club mates.

Can you confirm the cause of death?

We have to wait for the coroner's report.

The heart was removed

from the boys chest in much the same manner as James West's?

There's been no confirmation for the precise nature of the killing

or species of the killer.

But if it is true that subhuman peoples

have incredibly strong fingernails,

it wouldn't be too far a stretch to say that

this crime might be the work of a hairy person?

At this stage, the police

aren't ruling anything out.

It's just yet another terrifying prospect

for our already frightened communities to have to manage.

Distressing news, Belinda. We'll be....

-HE SHOUTS IN RAGE

-How dare you people

use my uncle's death to manipulate public perception.

What happened to Cameron is a tragedy,

but we must be very careful not to jump the gun here.

It's important that everybody remain calm in the face of this new...

They said things about my people from time to time.

That we ate children, turned Christian children into matzo.

I think I know how this story ends. Shall we watch something else?

I'm sorry about your family.

That young girl... Was that...?

My sister.

Waruu, one final question for you, then. In Aboriginal storytelling,

sometimes referred to as Dreamtime,

is it true that fathers would warn their children not to leave camp

for fear of what the hairy people might do?

Firstly, it's The Dreaming.

Present tense.

Our stories are not static.

They're not locked in the past, just as hairy people are not bound

by what is.

I'm not sure I'm understanding.

Look, I will say this, over the course of our history,

hairy people have lived side-by-side, in peace,

so peaceful in fact, none of us knew they existed

till six months ago.

What happened to Cameron Wells is truly regrettable,

but we can't jump to conclusions.

We must let the judicial system handle this and not the media.

Wrapping up time.

Gentlemen, thank you very much for coming on the programme tonight.

Thank you, Jane.

See, that's how you get fucked, Waruu.

You bastards set me up.

And what makes you a spokesperson for your people? Hmm?

You never finished high school, you don't have a job.

You live on government hand-outs and your wife's salary.

Unlike you, I did my homework.

Mr West, I just want to thank you.

Hi.

I'm Harry.

What am I thinking?

Porn.

Nah. All right.

What about now?

-Bestiality porn.

-You're a bastard.

No, really, what did you see?

That you're a dirty dog.

I'll drink to that.

With lemons.

Ah! What are you doing to me?

Keep talking, keep talking. How does it feel?

-It stings.

-Hot? Cold?

Cold.

Look. Look, look.

Is it still hurting?

Less.

See, that was...what, like...

-..seven seconds? Ish?

-Ish.

-Is it healed on the other side?

-I don't know.

No, it's still tender.

That demonstrates a level of awesomeness that is truly badass.

Go again! Let's go again!

Don't you do that again!

-His body heals itself.

-Put it down!

I was just playing.

VOICE IN HEAD WHISPERS:

I'm sorry, babe.

You still love me, though, eh?

PHONE DIALLING TONE

Well, hello.

I told you about what happened to my uncle in confidence.

Yeah, I understand, and I'm sorry, but this is my job, you know that.

Go to hell.

That eye still weirds me out.

I'm just getting static.

HE GROANS IN PAIN

Tell me what's happening?

I'm OK, all right? Just...

It's just my head.

I'm fine, really, I...

I want to be left alone.

VOICE IN HEAD WHISPERS

Hey.

Come to bed.

MACHINE WHIRS

You're awake, are you?

How old are you?

How old are YOU?

I'm 71.

I'm 16.

Your people live a long time, don't they?

Hundreds of years.

And here you are, 16.

-I'm 15.

-VIRGIL LAUGHS

15?

VIRGIL COUGHS AND SPLUTTERS

Oh, that's not fair to make me laugh like that.

Don't ever get older.

Everyone treats you like you're an idiot.

15.

Hey, you want to have some breakfast?

I got some cereal...on the bench.

Can you...?

What's your plan, girl?

My family are going to come back for me.

Your family are not coming back, girl.

You can stay. With me, I mean.

As long as you like.

But they'll eventually find you.

Hey, I can help you.

I make things.

But you have to decide who it is you want to be.

-WHISPERS:

-Djukara!

Djukara.

Dad.

Where's Mum? Where's Latani?

I don't know.

Boss.

I'm memorising every door code in KRC.

-I'm figuring a way out.

-The main thing is we stay alive.

Yeah, and get out of here.

That's not what I'm saying, son.

Dad, they killed Jirra.

There's no way this doesn't end in blood.

Hey, rug!

What's going on down there?

-Nothing, boss.

-Why don't you mind your own business?

-What did you just say to him?

-I told him he was a young foolish boy.

Is that it? It sounded like more than that.

I told him he had to fit in.

In this society, we have to be social...

..if we're going to live together.

Yeah. Yeah, that's right, yeah.

Socialise.

Once you all learn that, everything's going to be just fine.

-Yes, boss.

-Yes, boss.

You know what, rug, you've got your head screwed on right.

What's your name?

Boondee.

I'm not going to use that jungle shit.

I'm going to call you...

..Trevor.

Yes, boss.

You finish up here, Trevor.

But you would rather clean their floors.

Then why don't you do your job? Make 'em sparkle, slave!

Just keep an eye on her, and if there's any sign of temperature,

-just bring her straight back in.

-OK.

See you.

-Wow! I like the flowers.

-That's good, they're for you.

The delivery guy nearly shat himself -

such a hurry to get out of the place.

Everything all right?

Oh, yeah.

PHONE LINE RINGS

They're beautiful flowers, Jarrod, thanks.

'I was worried you wouldn't get them.'

They were adamant they didn't deliver to the zone.

I had to pay a huge loading fee.

Darling...it's just you and me.

It's ours.

How about we give it one more try?

Go back to the clinic - if nothing happens...

I can't. I just...

Can you please not ask me again?

-I'm building an ark for us.

-Look, I probably should get back...

Sorry, what did you say?

Nothing.

Hang in there, my love.

Get up.

Get the fuck up!

Get up, monkey! Come here!

These are for you. An ID card - carry that with you, day and night.

And the lenses to cover your eyes.

Oh, no, I hate goodbyes, you just do what you have to do to survive.

I don't know if I can.

Remember, you're much faster and stronger than they are.

Thank you.

HEAVY BREATHING

Hey, monkey. You ever heard of a whipping boy?

HE GROANS

Back in England, they used to think that kings were appointed by God.

But you see, that made it very hard to discipline a young prince.

You couldn't give him the back of your hand cos he was...

God's special boy.

You like to think that you're God's special little boy,

-don't you, monkey?

-I'm going to kill you.

Ah, there.

You interrupted my story.

HE CRIES OUT IN PAIN

So, anyway, someone had a bright idea.

Instead of punishing the prince when he misbehaved,

they'd punish his best friend and the prince would feel bad...

..cos his friend was being punished for something he had done.

But we've got someone better than your best friend.

Bring him in!

So, from now on, when you're a bad little boy who won't behave...

HE GROANS

Leave my father alone, please!

-Beat me!

-We already beat you,

but you didn't learn what we were trying to teach.

-I get it!

-I don't think you do.

HE CRIES OUT IN PAIN

Please!

SHOUTING AND PLEADING

Please, not my father!

Rules will be followed, won't they?

-Yes, they will.

-Thank you!

Get him up.

We're not finished yet.

Brother, I'm a hairy,

and you're telling me we're going to a prison full of hairies

who are being tortured, and we just film?

What's the fucking point of that?

To show Joe Public what Matthews is so desperate for them not to see.

This is all about sticking it up Matthews.

-People need to know.

-People don't give a shit.

-We're not like them, so they don't care.

-No, you're wrong.

They don't know any better because they're being manipulated

-by the government.

-You can say that cos you're not a hairy.

I have to live it every day.

Don't tell me I don't get it. I'm a black fella.

You heard what Matthews said to me in there.

I'm a pariah in my own country.

We go in with cameras

or we don't go in at all.

Up!

Leave him alone, you dogs.

HAIR CLIPPERS BUZZ

HE GROANS

HE WHIMPERS

Stay strong, bro.

Happy, Trevor?

A free haircut.

VOICE IN HEAD WHISPERS

VOICE PERSISTS

VOICE BECOMES LOUDER

HE GROANS

VOICE PERSISTS

-HE GROANS LOUDLY

-Oi, shut up!

Are you having a wank?

Arghh!

Hey, you know if you need a sick day, all you've got to do is ask.

This girl keeps calling me!

What's going on? You're starting to weird me out.

-Don't you hear that?

-Hear what, bro?

The voice!

The voice?

I've got to find her.

Hey. Find who?

-Come on!

-Where are we going?

-I don't know!

-OK, I'm driving.

Go left!

-Bloody speed bumps.

-Left! Left!

-Are you sure, bud?

-Yes, left!

-Are you right?

-Stop!

-What, stop?

-Stop!

-Right.

-Sure?

-Right!

OK, I'm going right.

-Right again, right again.

-It's a car park, man!

-Go down!

-Go, go, go, go!

-Going down. You sure she's down there?

Trust me, Blair, she is here!

Stop, stop!

-This way.

-Hey, bro, you all right?

VOICE IN HEAD PERSISTS

She's in this building.

Did she happen to say which floor?

Top floor.

Number nine, my lucky number.

VOICE IN HEAD RETURNS

Come on. Get up.

Koen, there's nothing here.

It is here! It has to be.

This way.

VOICE IN HEAD WHISPERS

-Who let you in here?

-Oh, hi.

We're just here from cleaning services. We're, erm...

Here to look around.

-Give you an obligation-free quote.

-You need to leave now.

-Excuse me?

-You need to leave now.

It's three o'clock. We...

Jesus! Koen!

Where is she?

She in there?

Blair, get the door!

Please...

It's locked.

No, please...

What are you...?

What is this place?

-Oi!

-OK...

-What are you doing to her?

It's just... Please...

ALARM SOUNDS

Bro, we gotta get out of here!

Let's go!

You're coming with me.

ALARM CONTINUES TO RING

-Are you in?

-I got her, I got her.

Go!