Hello, my niece.
Hello, Uncle.
Been a while.
This is a men's sacred place.
You know you shouldn't be here.
I compromised it?
It's a car accident.
Have a look.
When she wakes up, you ask her.
I've already taken photos. But take more if you want.
That's the track of the men who found her.
They picked her up and took her to the health clinic
at Perdar Theendar.
They weren't happy.
They found her lying on the ground, bleeding.
That's what they reckon.
I don't know.
There are tracks there, and over there.
There's a lot of motorcar tracks.
He's with your cousin now.
You sure you want to talk to him?
They found the girl. The car was on fire.
Saw her on the ground,
picked her up, took her to the clinic.
A few.
Modern world catching up.
Like microwave, everything's flat out.
I told you.
They didn't see any cars, headlights or tracks. Nothing.
He's your brother, you do something.
Hello.
You off to see your mother?
She's at the art centre.
Get out of here.
This isn't a motorbike track to ride around on.
Piss off home, Keithy.
Hello, Apenange.
Been too long.
Come and see your mother.
She's waiting inside.
Think you're too good for us?
Don't forget about me,
I'm the one that carried you.
You should've come to say hello to me first.
We're taking this to Paris.
We painting biggest story, a love story.
We're going with Eileen, the big story owner.
Might find myself a French husband.
Hey, you got to call her sister.
Pull up now, you got no shame.
It's all good, Mum.
Do you know what this is about?
Be careful.
You should go back to town. I'll look after things.
Poor thing, what about your boyfriend?
Won't he have dinner waiting for you?
You hear that, my girl?
You gonna come home... soon.
Hello, I'm here.
Leave him, he's all right.
He's your brother.
Leave Isabelle alone, she's okay.
We need those people to help us.
She looks after us.
Where's this little one going to grow up?
Jacinta, this meat's nearly ready.
Your last vodka for now.
Your niece is causing a lot of trouble.
She won't be here for long.
They say that girl in hospital will wake up tomorrow.
What if she says something?
She won't say anything.
-You sure? -I'm sure.
Okay.
Go inside.
You stink like grog.
It's only you and me.
What, you a policeman?
He's a good boy.
He's not usually like this.
Everyone's upset for that little girl.
Little bit, I suppose.
He's just feeling sad
about that girl.
That love magic must be working.
You and your white fella should hurry up and make a baby.
It's okay, leave it alone.
What's your white fella on about?
Mum, he's not my white fella any more.
Isabelle can't find Eileen. You mob seen her?
She might be feeling sorry for that girl.
Where do you think she is?
Don't worry.
If she's with other family, I'll find her.
Come here. Get in the car.