The Last Wave

My turn next!

There's no clouds.

There's no clouds, miss.

Quickly, children. Inside now!

Melanie? Melanie.

Children, come on! Get inside!

Come on. Come on.

Everybody sit down now.

Sit down!

All right. Sit down and calm down!

Everybody, calm down! Get down!

Wayne, stop that screaming.

We are witnessing nature at work.

As we all know, it never rains in November. Karl, will you get down!

- Shit! - Away from the window!

*

- Good night, Guido. - Oh, Mr. Burton.

Mr. Burton. Sorry.

Sorry. I almost forgot.

I have a surprise for Mrs. Burton.

Annie will be delighted.

- I grow it in my garden. - Yes?

- Yeah. - Well, I've never seen a yellower pepper.

- Thank you. Thank you. - Thanks.

*

Listen, will you get this bloody thing out of the way?

What are you doing?

- Hey, move it! - Move the bloody thing!

What do you think this is, bush week? You can't park here.

Open the door! Door!

During the last 24 hours.

Following a freak thunderstorm,

hail hit the desert town of Milawee in Central Australia...

the first ever recorded fall of hail in the region.

Weather experts say the situation is being caused...

by an unusually widespread low pressure drop...

moving up from the southern polar ice...

- Hello, Daddy! - Hello, Sophie!

Oh, what a nice surprise.

- It was so wet today, we couldn't go out to play at school. - Oh, really?

Nice and sweet.

Tell us about school, Sophie.

Oh, yes, um, we started painting windows today.

- Painting windows? - Mm-hmm.

What windows?

- Very dark. - And when the sun shines through, we got all these different colors.

- That should be pretty. - Darling, Andrew asked us to dinner on Wednesday.

I know. Betty phoned me this morning.

Mmm. She did?

- Yes. - Doesn't trust me anymore.

Well, after last time...

Grace, darling, will you, will you let Daddy by, please?

What's the matter?

Annie!

Oh, my God!

It's raining!

Children, up here at once! Come on, out of that wet!

Come on. Come on! Hurry!

- Oh! - Who left these taps on?

- Did you children leave these taps on? - No.

Well, they don't go on by themselves.

Come on. Out, out, out. Take off those wet things.

I'll get something to help clean it up. God, the carpet!

- Was Grace out of bed again? - Mm-hmm.

Dave?

- Wh-What's the matter? What's happened? - Mmm?

It was a dream. Just a dream, darling.

It's all right.

**

Grace, chop's ready now!

**

Here you are, Sophie.

It says, " Make it mullet if you want a saver in seafood. "

- I know. The price of fish is appalling. - Is it?

Mmm. Even mullet's expensive.

We never eat mullet.

But the accountant in that end of the company...

was supposed to know nothing about it.

Well, uh, listen. I'll contact Ed about it Monday.

It's a taxation problem, mainly.

It's all right. I can understand your getting upset.

It's all right. Yes, I'll see you Monday. Bye.

You lawyers are worse than doctors.

You look tired.

Well, I, I haven't been sleeping well.

- Problems at the office? - No.

- I've been having bad dreams. - Are you serious?

- Yes. - Oh.

You used to have those terrible dreams when you were a little boy.

Nightmares. Used to worry your poor mother sick.

What sort of dreams?

Oh, I don't know. The usual...

witches, ghosts,

the wind.

Whoo!

I remember one night, not long after I married your mother,

you came to me and told me you were afraid to go to sleep at night.

Because, explained this very serious little boy,

when you go to sleep, people come and steal your body.

Did I say what sort of people?

- I asked that, and you said taxi drivers. - Taxi drivers?

Taxi drivers on night shift stole people's bodies...

and took them on a long ride to another world and returned in the morning.

That's why, you said, you wake up feeling tired in the morning.

Whee! It's pouring!

Mommy, I'm getting dizzy!

- Are you? - Yes.

Oh. Come on.

You stole our things.

You die!

*

Get him, boys!

Car 49, five suspects...

detained in connection with this matter now being conveyed to the station.

Hold it!

In you go!

He was a strong, healthy young man.

He was pissed. I'll tell you that.

Not more than the usual Saturday night.

Bruising on the neck.

Some facial abrasions.

Water in the lungs.

Not a lot.

I don't think there was enough to drown him.

So what killed the bastard?

- His heart stopped beating. - Geez.

Well, don't look at me. You're the doctor.

What's the charge going to be? Manslaughter?

Probably.

There's something about this.

You once told me a cup of fresh water was enough to drown a sheep, right?

So half a cup would drown an Abo, right?

David!

Telephone.

It's Don somebody or other from the Legal Aid office.

- Ah, Don Fishburn. - Yeah.

Don, how are you?

Well, I'm fine. Thanks.

How are you going to ruin my Sunday?

Well, I hardly do any criminal work. You know that.

I know that, but I also know you support Legal Aid.

Well, yes, of course I support Legal Aid.

It was Sammy Damo who suggested your name to me...

because he said you had a little experience working with Aborigines.

No, I've never worked on a case involving Aborigines.

I did give some advice once on a land rights question.

Can we get together tomorrow, say around 2:00 in the afternoon,

just to go through the whole thing?

Would you go in now, please?

Okay. Here we go.

Right.

Gerry, where's your brother?

Where's Chris?

Now, listen, all of you.

You heard the magistrate.

You're in serious trouble.

Now, where is he? I want the truth.

- He hasn't run away, has he? - Chris wouldn't do that.

You tell him from me that if he or any one of you let David down,

he'll drop the case, all right?

Well, I'll let you get on with it.

- Thanks. - That's okay.

And you blokes make sure you turn up for your appointments.

My field is corporate taxation.

Please bear with me.

I have here... Oh, sit down. Sit down.

We have here... a police statement...

a statement you gave the police...

which I can't seem to find.

Anyway, they say that you had a fight with... Billy Corman,

knocked him into a pool of water and he drowned.

Is, is that what happened?

- Gerry? - We didn't do it.

What did happen?

Billy died. That's all.

How? How did he die?

Too many drink.

Fight.

Billy died.

They're keeping something from me.

- Why should they do that? - I don't know.

It's just a feeling.

Little things.

One of them says they knew Billy only slightly.

Another one says they were old friends. Things like that.

"Latest evidence suggests that the Aboriginal people have been here...

for over 50,000 years. "

A few blacks...

get drunk, have a fight, kill a man.

It seems simple.

They get three or four years.

Perhaps they're tribal Aborigines.

Don says there aren't any tribal people in the city.

Maybe he's wrong.

Darling, he works with these people.

Well, I'm going to bed.

- You come too. - No.

- I must do some more work. - That's not the real reason, is it?

You're worried you won't be able to sleep.

Sweet dreams.