All this morning,
the air's been filled with the sound of aeroplanes
trying to seed the clouds with little chunks of dry ice,
getting them to make more rain.
But the clouds just spit them out.
Me?
I'm seeded good and proper.
And this thingy's growing inside of me.
I call it 'Wayne'. I'm trying not to think about it.
I'm thinking, that is, about having it filleted out of me,
like a bit of cod or something,
or hanging on till it comes punting mile-wide down my birth canal.
My own gondolier Wayne.
Let's have a little bit of quiet, please.
Attention, ladies and gentlemen,
could we just have a little bit of quiet?
Right, now, could I just, uh...
Could I have everyone's attention just for a minute, please?
QUIET!
Come on. Now, someone must have an idea where Maeve could've got to.
Something that Caledonian doesn't just disappear.
Uh, to visit her sister. No, we checked.
Maybe she go to beauty shop.
That would explain a long absence.
I don't believe for a second
that Maeve would've just gone off and not told anyone.
And, of course, there's the question of the dog.
Scusi, Colonel.
Uh, I come late and miss hearing dog ask question.
Um, can him ask again?
It's possible Miss McAloon has had a fall,
uh, sprained her ankle, say, on or near the camp.
So I'm calling for volunteers to help organise a search.
Could some of the men just try to show a little bit of interest?
Uh, excuse me, Colonel?
I'd like to mention this with regard to any proposed search.
My personal spade is also missing.
Will you sit down!
For God's sake, Bassa, sit down!
Now, seems to me, if we only think like detectives -
think scientifically, that is -
the answer to this crisis is staring us right in the face.
Quite patently,
Maeve has eloped with Mihaly's beloved shovel.
Spade!
I do beg your pardon. I've inadvertently called a spade a "shovel'.
You're not funny, you're a pig! Get down!
No, no, no, Louisa. Professor make a good joke.
Normally, I cannot tell when he try to be funny.
But today I can say bravo! Bravo!
See, someone appreciates me.
Bravo.
Do you think you could see your way clear
to being the oil to my vinegar?
The jam to my roll?
Could we be an item, do you think?
In your wildest, you and me?
The planes have stopped. Must've given up on the clouds.
This is a very strange idea, this making rain.
The Red Indians used to do it, scare it'd fall down.
I have to go!
Over there!
And don't wee on a snake!
Perhaps these men in the planes too are trying to scare the clouds.
Put ice on their feet. Make them cry.
Maybe the clouds will cry on Maeve.
Or for her.
You don't think we're gonna find her, do you?
Do you?
Ahh! Ohh!
What's up? I... I saw a little black hand!
And the feet - I saw them running!
And the white... only whites of eyes!
Think! Aborigines.
A... borigines!
Oh...
It'll be dark soon!
Oh... Can't leave her.
Bianca!
Hey!
Eureka!
Now we can relax.
Bugger it, man! That's not what we're here for!
Do you want me to find the kiosk woman at the bottom of the river?
Huh?
No. No, of course not.
Your girls? No, no luck so far.
Well, that's a big fat nothing we've turned up, then.
I'm sorry. I thought the consensus was that we haven't found Maeve.
Pearson, just shut up for once, will you?
Suppose you think I'm a pig as well.
While you've been treating this as a big joke,
some people have been making an effort.
Look, uh...
I suggest everyone else just turn in for the night, alright?
Well, uh, start again at first light.
Come, Bianc.
And Louisa.
Oh, my God, girls. Look at that.
She's white!
I am not a ghost.
My name is Bianca.
It means... "white'.
They call me Ruby.
Yeah. After her favourite port!
Hey, come on.
It's my mission name.
I was taken away from my mother when I was six.
Why? I'm a half-caste.
When I was small, Mum tried to make me as black as the other kids
so they wouldn't send me away with a white family.
She rubbed me all over with goanna fat
and charcoal from the fire.
Would you do that for me?
No! No, no, I serious.
Make me black.
How am I gonna lay my hands on a goanna this time of the night?
I got some VapoRub.
Louisa?
Louise?
Is it alright if I... I come in?
I realise you're probably not speaking to me.
I don't blame you.
I just want to say...
.. that it's dawned on me
in the last few weeks...
.. what a little adult you've become.
Responsible and thoughtful.
Kind - your mother's qualities, not mine.
But... there's a backbone there too that makes me confident that...
.. if I ever had to... go away...
.. that you'd know how to manage.
Because there is something that I will have to tell you
when the time's right.
Or rather, wrong.
But, um, for the moment, just be prepared.
Like a good scout, hmm?
And let me say this to you
before it becomes part of the thing that I have to say
rather than a thing in itself...
Oh, come on, language! Work for me, just for once.
Um...
You are very much loved.
Oh...
I love you.
Very much.
Got that?
I'll probably never say it again, so there you go.
That's your little lot.
Sleep tight.
Come on, girls. Best get to work.
Hey. This is not a joke.
This thing causes a lot of pain for me.
The senselessness.
Why do you expect sense?
The world is cruel.
Life. Our dear, old friend life.
You step not only on the crack,
but also on the square.
The innocent burn with the guilty.
Perhaps more.
There is no sense.
Tell you what makes sense to me -
when I find the monster who threw away my spade,
I will strangle him with my bare hands.
But who?
Perhaps whoever took your trunk.
How do I look, old man?
Like a soul in hell.
Ignore her! She's off her nut on VapoRub.
I think I like being a black woman.
I'm the evil piccaninny.
Here I come to seed the cloud!
To make the rain!
Miaow.
You should be in a straitjacket!
Not be freak walk on the street!
You're wrong, barbiere.
I'm a true streetwalking lady, eh?
Miaow. Miaow.
Stop it!
I must go now.
To my husband.
And turn myself white again.
White as his desire.
Goodbye, boy.
Here!
Calm down!
Is there something you wanna tell me?
Piss off!
Go with I'apparizione.
With, um... Mocking mistress, fall in the fire!
I'm not blind, Dan.
I know that you and Maeve were almost an item
and that she loved you something chronic.
And maybe you didn't, or couldn't, love her back.
Or you tried, and it all went frigging haywire.
You can tell me, even if it's horrible.
But if you don't tell me, I can't help you none.
Please, Dan.
No!
Go!
Yes, Joan. It's Henry Bates, from the camp, here.
Could you put me through to the police station, please?
Unfortunately, the results are not good.
Seems to be groupings of infected tissue,
like Swiss cheese,
in the long...
Swiss!
Why couldn't it have been a cheshire or a stilton?
Here, you hairy hound. I haven't got all day.
What are you doing?
Um, Inspector Wishart?
Mmm.
Colonel Bates.
Sorry to drag you all this way,
but, um, seems we have a missing person on our hands.
Um, excuse me?
Um, I, uh... I think there's something
that, um, you need to see.
Got it?
Jesus.
Shut it.
Excuse me, can you walk faster?
Oh, good heaven! Why are you pestering him?!
He's as gentle as a lamb! Mrs Van Leeuwen, please.
Do you think they should be pestering me?
Well, they have to be thorough!
Please.
Next, please.
There is no need to do me.
Just give us your mitts, grandad.
It is not necessary. It is my trunk, sir.
Of course my fingerprints is on it.
Then we'll need yours as elimination prints
to check with any strange prints that might be there.
To do, then you need elimination fingertips of my wife.
She often handle trunk.
Wheel her in. She in America.
America? Any particular street?
Look, we'll just start with you
and I'll put Interpol on stand-by
for a transcontinental sweep.
You trying to seduce me?
Ti piace?
Sí, mi piace.
If nothing else, I have Aborigine fingertips.
I've very glad I have met these... black lady, you know?.
I think they help with plan to make Bianca a fortune.
Giuseppe?
Joe-Joe!
Joey!
Joe-Joe?
What?
How you like to make some money?
Oh, it's not my way.
How much money?
Big money.
10% of proceed, minus expenses.
25%. Or no deal.
But you don't even know what the deal is yet.
That's very true.
33%.
Now, what I have to do?
Yes, thank you.
Hello, Lady Bev. Not now.
I'm sorry.
I know you're busy, but...
Oh.
I, uh... I was think maybe I can borrow jeep.
What for? Nothing.
Just for few minutes. Maybe half hour.
I didn't ask for how long. I asked what for.
B, could you come in here?
This is urgent!
Please, come on.
Top drawer.
But don't tell anyone.
These are the owner's prints.
Some of the others we haven't been able to identify as yet.
But we do have a match on a third person - the boy,
Della Vergine.
What are you telling us?
We might need your assistance ensuring the arrest goes quietly.
You not tell me where we go, I stop the jeep now!
So, stop.
We're here.
What do you mean, here? This is just...
Just?! It's just nothing!
These are very spiritual people.
Ladies!
Where's Joe?!
You leave him alone! He hasn't even done nothing!
Nin!
Nino! Gestapo! Gestapo!
Come on, inside.
Gestapo! Gestapo! Gestapo!
Step on it.
They say that woman's throat was cut from ear to ear with something sharp.
Scissor or kitchen knife.
Or garden shears. Maybe a razor.
You did it!
That's the frigging secret I'm supposed to keep, isn't it?
You scratch, I'll scratch.
Miss Kitty keen to be let inside my innermost room.
But, sadly, you scratch on the hinge side,
when here is door handle.
Or here.
Is this what you are looking for?
Aren't you the least bit sorry?
Dumpling woman was pest
and I removed her from the world.
When I play...
.. my gleaming bow across her cello throat
and her heart music pour out,
all red and froth with her,
then do I think, "Now I am free for all bad things in my past. "
Up here, I see woman in America's head fall off,
and I think, "At last, all my luck is change. "
But what about Nino's? They've arrested him!
Yes. Very unfortunate.
But he innocent.
He will be alright.
But his fingerprints are on your trunk, Dante.
I'll go and talk to Daddy.
He'll know what to do.
You're not...?
You're not frightened of me?
Listen, you kill me,
than see...
.. one hair of your head hurt.
I am a man who respect every life but one.
Do that mean now I have to throw away
all the rest of my life too?
Hello!
Very nice.
What's all the candles for?
Uh, is... to get you in the mood, hmm?
What mood? You said we were having a party.
Mmm, I said a sort of party, uh?
With you as guest of honour.
Where's the grog? It's coming.
And the food?
Our good friend Joe-Joe will provide.
What? Wait a minute, no, no... Hey.
OK, 25%, plus expenses.
A piece of cake'd be nice.
Joe, panettone.
Eh, please.
So, tell me, who knocked the old bag off?
I... I thought you think was me.
To be perfectly frank, mate, you're too flaming dumb.
Whoever did this really had their wits about them.
Might've got away with it too if it hadn't been for the dog.
Clever little bugger.
Sí, sí, little dog molto clever.
He... he speak. He ask Colonel a question.
Who killed her, Nino?
You helped whoever it was carry the trunk - that I have figured out.
So, tell me, who was on the other end
getting his little simpleton mate to help shift the body?
Nino don't know.
Was it the Pommy geezer with the moustache?
The thicko with the spade? The barber bloke?
Non lo sono! No! No! Non so proprio niente!
Don't know, don't know, DON'T KNOW!
Maybe it was your brother. He looks a bit of a bruiser.
He give you these?
No, it was wife.
With long fingernail.
Charming.
I must ask her for a date.
Your brother ever hit anyone?
He... he hit me sometimes.
But always is for kindness
because for he love me.
You'd do or say anything for him?
I... I always have.
Go on. Off you go. You know your way back to the camp.
I know.
I said bugger off pronto before I change my mind.
Yes, but I don't want Giusepp to be...
I said you're free. Now, will you hop it before I skin you alive?
Sí, sí.
Hey, you, where do you think you're going?
Start her up.
You want us to get him back?
No, give him a good head start.
Let nature take its course.
Giusepp! Giusepp!
Where you been? I got a job for you!
Policeman... Later! Later.
But it's very important! No, this important.
You get inside, start serve...
You wanna get Bianca talk to you?
Inside.
Eh.
Sí, sí. Va bene.
Go.
Very good, my friend.
ALL SPEAK INDISTINCTLY)
Any more cake? This is nice.
Right, ladies, I think it's time we got to work, yeah?
Forse, if you very, very good,
you get more cake after.
Don't much go for the sound of that.
That's too bad. I pay you good money.
Hey, big boys!
Oh, let's see a little enthusiasmo, huh?
Hey, you're like the pimply teenager at the... the church social,
not great, strong man who travel the world, huh?
Signor Poland,
now you show us what you is made of, huh?
They not white womens.
Allora, what's so good about white?
Hey-presto, ragazzo - you pick your lady, huh?
It's pretty quiet, sir.
Go on. Off you go.
Now...
I don't know too much about your ancient culture.
But where I come from,
the whore sit with the leg apart!
You said there'd be more cake.
It's fucking coming!
Police!
You go round the back! You follow him!
Police! Police! Go, go, go, go!
Nobody move!
This is a police raid! Alright?
You all have the right to remain silent!
I think that's sufficient, Constable.
We don't want to boggle the immigrants' minds
with too many rights.
Big of you. Shut up. You don't have any.
Now, in a nice orderly fashion,
gents against that wall, sheilas, that one.
Come on, you heard him. Let's move.
You just can't stay out of trouble for five minutes, can you?
Scusi?
And assuming that's not attached to anything,
I think we should take a look.
You tried to forget me.
Forget you?! I am your husband!
I... I will not let them take you. I am your husband!
You are not my husband!
What?
I was not going to say until I made my fortune,
but it's obviously not going to happen now, so...
The priest who... marry us in Italia,
when I was the... proxy bride...
What about him? I...
Before I embark on boat,
a big scandal break.
Is discovered this Don Gesvaldo,
he... not real priest.
We were not really married.
But we... we married now. Colonel Bates, he married us!
But we not do the marriage acts.
And since we have no jiggy-jig,
we really not really married!
It's funny, no?
You think they'll have a welcoming committee
for a disgraced alabaster freak?
Always be welcoming committee here.
The next time you marry...
.. do it right, huh?
No foxy proxy.
Goodbye, redhead.
Ciao... freak.
What's your favourite time of the year?
Mine's Christmas.
Plum pudding weather.
Not in this flipping dump, of course.
For me, Easter.
With her white frost
and her clear skies.
Her stars.
Stars such as the very first Dante see
when he return from Mr Inferno.
The stars of Easter
all hanging in the sky
like salt spray,
like signal that worst is over.
I long to wash my face in those stars.
Or better, even...
.. if we to run away, just you and me.
We build a home together
in the trees.
Each night...
.. we will draw up our rope stair
to save us from the mist
wriggling in the dark below.
It's not a beast. It's the milkman.
But who will save us, Louisa?
From the beast inside?
The terror of his claw?.
Come here.
You got all stars on your face.
They go to take me to jail?
The town lock-up's only got one cell.
Once they've cleared the women out, they'll come back for you.
Maybe they forget me.
I wouldn't bank on it.
Please, you help me.
I'm in this up to my neck thanks to you!
I'm responsible for the jeep, which you...!
Look, just clear up one thing for me.
Did you know what Bianca was bringing those women here for?
I know more than the women, but not every last detail.
Did you stand to make money out of it?
I make nothing. The police take everything.
You didn't have any deal to get a share of the proceeds?
Proceeds?
Jesus, Joe. The money, the money, the MONEY!
If you stood to make one penny out of those women...
.. then everything's finished for us, Joe.
Then don't ask me. I have to hear it.
From your mouth.
If it's the only time in your life, tell me the truth.
Alright. I was on small percentage.
Shit.
You know what you've done, don't you?
You've left everyone - me, Henry, the entire camp -
up shit creek without a paddle!
Sound like you more sorry for Henry than for me.
Is ME who go to jail!
Stuff jail! You'll be deported!
And a bloody good job too.
We'll be shut down, I'll lose my job.
Bates'll be packed off to Woop Woop if he's lucky.
So, pardon me if I don't currently know who to feel sorry for first!
B?
Colonel?
Yes.
It's about Dante.
He's told me it was him. Maeve, I mean.
Where is he now?. I'll go and get my men, and pick him up.
No, he wants to give himself up.
Please, at least let him do that much.
I should've said something sooner when I sorta guessed.
But I didn't wanna believe it.
It's alright. You did the right thing.
Where have you been, dear heart?
It's Dante.
Watch your step, Dan. I'll help you.
Now I can see the stars of Easter.
OH, DANTE!
Someone get a bucket!
Ohh!
God...
Be better for the mad bastard if we let him end it now.
You were very brave.
You saved Dante.
For the gallows.
Where's the good in that?
You can't expect goodness in everything.
The world's not like that.
Goodness comes and goes. Like short wave.
You have to chase it halfway up and down the band,
and even when you've tuned it in, it sounds like a foreign language.
Your foreigner's all set to be sent back
to his mountain village and his mangy goats.
M- maybe he'll be happier there.
I don't give a shit about him.
Just what it'll do to you.
Uh, you'll need another application in four hours.
Thank you.
It's time.
Hear that, Dante?
This roof is singing.
Sí.
But her voice is hard.
There you go, Haggis, old boy.
Eat up all you can. It's a mistake not to.
Such a beautiful day.
That's because life's irrepressible,
even in the face of death.
Or the promise of death.
The sinker floats,
rescuing the worm from the fish's jaws.
Mist rises from the river to become cloud.
And falls again as mist or rain.
Or icicles.
The wild flower nods to the wasp.
Clang of the ironbark
gladdens and then breaks the heart.
The saucer warm with milk.
The pink and magic tongue of which it glides.
The yellow, yellow chick
in the brown, brown egg.
And the crack through which it strives.
Who said that? Flipping Shakespeare?
Me, actually.
Whoever that was.
Or rather, is.
Little old me.