The Dreaming (1988) Movie Script
(Dark mysterious music)
(Helicopter blades whirring)
- G'day.
Follow me please.
- What happened?
- (Drowned out by helicopter whirring)
A whole live chain were wider
than a head of the crane
just beyond the entrance.
When we reached it, we found
that it had been sealed ahead.
- The aborigines sealed it?
- Yeah, well it fits the timeframe.
But look, there's something that's just...
Here, you better have a look at it first.
I don't wanna tally up
perceptions, professor.
- You've got something
here about wall paintings.
- What's the story?
- That's right.
Well we found some in sector
b of the grand chamber.
They're very corrupt, very recent.
- How recent?
- Well quite frankly,
professor, recent enough
for me to believe that
this should be classified
in anthropology department dig.
- What?
No, no, no.
This is not an anthropology
department dig.
This is my dig.
Hey Bob.
Thank you.
Anthropology department.
(Helicopter blades whirring)
(Soft foreboding music)
(Water trickling)
- Good morning.
- Morning.
(Camera clicking)
(Camera clicking)
(Dark foreboding music)
(Soft foreboding music)
(Water trickling)
- Well there it is.
- Where?
- On the far wall.
It's so obvious.
I'm surprised we missed it.
(Soft foreboding music)
Okay.
All right, professor.
(Bernard muttering)
(Hammer clinking)
(Air fizzing)
(Explosion bursting)
(Rocks crumbling)
(Archeologists coughing)
(Wind whistling)
(Dark foreboding music)
(Bernard breathing heavily)
(Bernard gasping)
(Waves crashing)
(Bernard breathing heavily)
(Dark foreboding music)
(Soft foreboding music)
(Glass shattering)
(Group whispering)
(Dark intriguing music)
(Alarm ringing)
- Is he really coming?
C'mon!
(Group chattering)
- [Officer] Hey!
- Hey you, hold it right there.
(Dark intriguing music)
(Alarm ringing)
- Put it down, girly.
Just put it down.
Put it down.
(Extinguisher whooshing)
(Group shrieking)
(Sirens wailing)
(Radios chattering)
- That's all right.
She's big and strong.
(Warindji weeping)
(Radios chattering)
(Warindji weeping)
- [Doctor] What happened to her?
- No one knows.
She was unconscious when they found her.
- Who's they?
- Police.
There was a break-in at the university.
- She broke in?
- Yeah, that's what it looks like.
- She may need to be intubated.
- Right.
- Is there a police report?
- Think so.
(Warindji weeping)
(Monitor beeping)
- Right.
- The question is was she unconscious
before they found her or after?
- I wouldn't know.
(Monitor beeping)
- This one's something to do
with the boys in blue, isn't it?
A suicide?
- (Scoffs) I'm ordering x-rays
cervical spine through to lumber.
- Listen, we need to expedite
this one fairly quickly.
You just check her over and
I'll handle the papennork.
- Look at her injuries, John.
How could she do that to herself?
(Monitor beeping)
- Well few cuts and bruises.
So?
Hey listen, Cathy.
Don't make too many waves.
- I want those x-rays fast.
- Right.
-All right, we'll handle
it your way: The hard way.
- Thanks, John.
- [Inspector] So professor,
what exactly is missing?
- Few artifacts.
In money terms, they mean nothing.
Inspector, I'd appreciate it
if you could keep this
as quiet as possible
and you realize how sensitive
these things can be.
Hate the press to get hold of it.
- Certainly.
- Excuse me.
(Camera clicking)
Bernard,
what on earth are you doing here?
I thought you were in
Singapore or somewhere.
- Mexico.
- What?
- Mexico.
- Well it's happened.
When I closed down the dig,
I told you how sensitive this stuff was.
- Yes, I remember.
So
Having problems, are we, Eric?
- Problems?
No.
A group of black activists
breaks into the museum,
steals the artifact.
And in the course of that,
a young woman gets beaten half to death
by our security guards.
But problems?
No.
Nothing I can't handle, Bernard.
- I'm quite sure you'll handle everything
in your usual bureaucratic fashion, Eric.
- In my usual bureaucratic fashion,
I closed down the dig.
Now I'm putting the
whole island off-limit.
(Soft poignant music)
- You can't do that.
- I'm the head of the department.
I'm on the university council.
I have friends in very high places.
You consider it done, Bernard.
(Lamp buzzing)
(Monitor beeping)
- Well there's nothing much to see here.
Maybe the witch doctor pointed
the (indistinct) At her.
(Eerie foreboding music)
(Warindji grunting)
- Hold her still.
(Monitor beeping)
Sister.
- What's going on?
- Look at the ecg.
Hold her down.
(Warindji gurgling)
(Dark foreboding music)
She's in vt, come on.
Leave that. Get the Diazepam.
- Yes, doctor.
- 10 mils.
Come on, girl.
Keep her still.
Keep her still.
(Dark foreboding music)
(Dark chattering)
God, she's arrested.
(Monitor flatlining)
(Fist pounding)
(Body thudding)
Finish up here please, sister.
And take her to base six
when you've tidied up.
- I want an autopsy.
- Well we can leave it to the coroner.
But if we-
- I won't sweep it under the mat.
I won't.
- (Sighs) Okay.
It's your privilege.
(Water trickling)
But from now on, it's all your papennork
and your funeral.
(Water trickling)
(Blood trickling)
(Dark foreboding music)
(Cathy gasping)
(Cathy shrieking)
- Look at her.
There was a gash.
- Hey, it's nice to know you're human.
Look, if there's anything worrying you.
Problems with Geoff?
If you don't mind my saying so,
perhaps you should go and
have a chat with old Morrison.
You know, maybe your instinct
and your ego are out to lunch.
- I do mind your saying so
and I don't need a chat
with the resident shrink.
I know what I saw.
(Lights buzzing)
(Dark foreboding music)
(Water trickling)
(Dark foreboding music)
(Cards rustling)
(Vacuum whirring)
(Clock ticking)
(Pages rustling)
(Pen scribbling) (Clock ticking)
(Dark foreboding music)
(Dog barking)
(Thunder rumbling)
- Yes, are you sure she's
not around somewhere?
Thank you.
Probably stopped off
somewhere on the way home.
Thank you very much.
- Hi.
- And where the hell
have you been, darling?
It's eight o'clock.
We're having dinner with
the maoists tonight.
I told you last week, remember?
- Oh no, I completely forgot.
I'm sorry.
I've had a hell of a day.
- Well it's gonna be a hell of
a night unless you hurry up.
Come on, I got your clothes
laid out on the bed for you.
- I had the strangest experience today.
An aboriginal girl's-
- yes, tell me about it in the car.
- Oh, do you mind if I don't go?
- Yes, I would mind.
- I just don't feel like sitting around
talking about yacht fittings
and Porsche spare parts.
- We're talking about my career.
- You don't need me at
this yuppie wankin'.
(Thunder rumbling)
- You know, you're getting
just like your father.
- What's that supposed to mean?
- Nothing. Look, I'm sorry.
Can we just go?
- No, no, no, no.
Tell me what you mean.
- Okay.
Okay.
You're just as selfish.
You're just as arrogant.
- I don't need this right now.
- Oh, you don't need anything right now.
Why don't you go and
live with your father?
(Loud clattering)
(Soft somber music)
(Dark foreboding music)
(Hands banging)
(Rain pattering)
- Hello?
(Doctor coughing)
(Shoes clacking)
(Dark foreboding music)
(Cathy shrieking)
(Cathy shrieking)
(Cathy gasping)
(Rain pattering)
(Dark mysterious music)
(Thunder rumbling)
Geoff?
(Siren wailing)
- That aboriginal girl
that died yesterday,
who brought her in?
- Let's see.
The police as I remember it.
- Yes, I know that.
But who brought her in?
I mean which ambulance?
- We're not allowed to tell you that.
Only the ambulance section
is authorized to admin six.
- Is this obstruction purely bureaucratic
or we tryin' not to rock the police boat?
- I don't know what you're talking about.
You'll have to check
in admin six yourself.
- Well I'm sure no one around here's
gonna show me their
apathy and to look formal.
Hey, wait.
(Pager beeping)
Hello, Catherine Thornton.
- [Bernard] Cathy, it's me.
- Where've you been?
- [Bernard] Away.
- Away where?
- [Bernard] Just away.
- What do you want?
- [Bernard] Calling about your mother.
- What about my mother?
- [Bernard] She died this
morning at eight o'clock.
(Soft somber music)
Cathy?
You all right?
- Yes, I'm all right.
Did you see her?
- [Bernard] Yes, I was
with her when she died.
- What time did she die?
- [Bernard] This morning at eight o'clock.
- Where's the funeral?
- [Bernard] West Harris
cemetery on Thursday at 10:00.
-All right.
Thanks.
You will be there?
Dad?
(Dial tone beeping)
(Soft intriguing music)
- He ieadeth me beside the still waters.
He restoreth my soul.
He ieadeth me in the
paths of righteousness
for his name's sake.
Yea though I walk through the
valley of the shadow of death,
I will fear no evil, for thou art with me.
Thy rod and thy staff, they comfort me.
Thou preparest a table before me
in the presence of mine enemies.
Thou anointest my head with oil.
My cup runneth over.
Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me
all the days of my life
and I will dwell in the
house of the lord forever.
Amen.
- [Group] Amen.
- Thanks very much, father.
- Thanks.
(Soft mysterious music)
(Wind whistling)
- You look wonderful.
- You look tired.
All she wanted was to see
you from time to time.
- I know, but I couldn't.
- You are selfish.
- That's really hard, Cathy.
Geoff.
- Bernard.
- Maybe we'll see more of you now.
- Maybe.
(Rain pattering)
Look after yourself.
- You too.
(Rain pattering)
I hate him.
(Thunder rumbling)
(Ring clinking)
Do you know something?
- No, what?
- Hardly ever went to see her.
- You went as often as you could.
You're a busy girl.
Another shot?
- No thanks.
Listen, you go.
I'll walk to work.
- No, I'll drive you.
It's still raining.
- No, go.
Feel like walking.
Need some time to myself before work
and it stopped raining.
- See you tonight?
- Okay.
- I love you,
okay?
(Crow cawing)
- [Najira] Just wanna talk to you.
- I do not want to talk to you.
- Piss off!
- I'll talk to you now.
- You're one of the people
who broke into the museum.
Well my advice to you is
put those things back where they belong.
- [Najira] They don't belong in museums.
They belong to us.
- They do not belong to you.
They belong to everybody there.
Old, they're history.
They're relics and they belong in museums!
- They're not relics.
They're alive. They're part of us.
When we buried the dead, their
spirits go back to the earth.
You disturb their bones
and they cannot rest.
And we will not rest until
they go back where they belong.
- Listen, you people do not understand.
- No, you people don't understand.
How would you feel if we
ripped up your woman's bones?
(Dog barking)
- If you want to talk, talk.
But I will not listen
to any more of this offensive nonsense.
- Where you found them
was the isle of the dead
and it's been the isle of the
dead for thousands of years.
So stop messing around with
the bones of my ancestors.
- Bullshit.
- They're dead
and that's what you'll
be if you keep meddling!
(Dark foreboding music)
(Fence clanking)
Look, lady. Leave me alone.
- I just wanna ask you some questions.
- What I took was ours.
It belonged to my people.
- You know what it means, don't you?
It's the Mark from that
bracelet, isn't it?
- Fuck!
You people won't even
leave the dead alone!
- Just tell me what it means!
(Dark mysterious music)
(Tires screeching)
(Parts clanking)
(Birds chirping)
(Door squeaking)
Dad?
(Door squeaking)
(Phone ringing)
Dad?
Hello.
Catherine Thornton.
- Is Bernard there please?
It's professor Richards.
Could I speak to him immediately please?
It's urgent.
- Well he's not in the
house at the moment.
Is it important?
- I just heard a rumor that
he's gone back to the island.
- What island?
- The aboriginal site
he's so concerned about.
- Well I don't think so.
It was my mother's funeral this morning.
- [Dr. Richards] (Sighs) I didn't know.
I'm extremely sorry.
Look, I don't want to bother
him at a time like this.
But could you tell him to ring me
as soon as he gets in please?
- Yes, all right.
- [Dr. Richards] Thank you.
Goodbye.
(Soft mysterious music)
(Dark foreboding music)
(Soft mysterious music)
- (Breathes heavily) Sorry I'm late.
- The damage is not
irredeemable, Mr. Douglas.
But time is of the essence.
- Yeah, I'm sorry. Look,
it won't happen again.
- You're beeping, Mr. Douglas.
- Yes, yes.
Go on, go on, go on.
- Thanks very much. I won't be long.
Hello, Douglas here.
I was with her this morning.
Well you know her mother died.
Yes, naturally she's upset.
Well she said she was
going straight to work.
Why, is she not there?
No, I don't know where she is.
Yeah, look.
Yeah, okay. Goodbye.
(Car engine rumbling)
(Gravel crunching)
(Rain pattering)
(Dark foreboding music)
(Cathy gasping)
(Whaler laughing maniacally)
(Whaler laughing maniacally)
(Whalers laughing maniacally)
(Truck horn bellowing)
(Cathy shrieking)
(Gravel crunching)
(Car engine roaring)
(Thunder rumbling)
(Seagulls squawking)
(Cathy knocking)
- I didn't hear you.
I was wondering if you had a room.
- You want a room here?
- Yes.
- One night, was it?
- Yes and I'll need a boat.
- A boat?
- To get to the island in the morning.
- Why do you wanna go there for?
- Can you arrange it or can't you?
- It'll cost you.
Up the stairs, down the corridor.
Room 10, okay?
- Thank you.
(Door squeaking)
(Cathy gasping)
(Owner humming)
(Guest weeping)
(Dark foreboding music)
(Guest weeping)
(Whalers chattering)
(Whalers laughing maniacally)
(Warindji weeping)
- Oi.
Oi!
Get her.
(Dark foreboding music)
(Whalers chattering)
(Door thudding)
(Dark mysterious music)
(Door cracking)
(Door cracking)
(Whalers laughing maniacally)
(Seagulls squawking)
(Boat motor roaring)
(Birds chirping)
(Knuckles knocking)
- Hello?
(Boat motor roaring)
(Water splashing)
(Waves crashing)
(Birds chirping)
(Ax chopping)
- Dad?
- Now what in the devil
are you doing here?
- More to the point,
what are you doing here?
- Chopping wood.
- I need to talk to you.
- Did you come alone?
- Yup.
-Tea, cofiee?
- Coffee.
- You can sit down.
- I went to the house yesterday.
Professor Richards telephoned.
- His duty, what did he want?
- He seemed a bit perturbed
that you might be here.
- Mr. Richards is very unhappy.
- Why?
- Because he has some idiot
idea that in being here
I'm treading on delicate
political and ethnic ground.
But I'm here and I'm not leaving.
I don't give a stuff
what that idiot thinks
or anybody else for that matter.
Is that what you need to talk to me about?
- No.
- Not Geoff, eh?
- No.
- Then what?
- I don't know.
Lots of peculiar things have been going on
and I don't understand them.
Been seeing things and
haven't been seeing things
and I've been seeing things,
drawings and pictures.
And I don't understand and I'm scared
and I don't know what to do
because I don't understand
what's going on.
- Hey, hey, hey, hey.
Sounds to me
as if you've been working too hard.
- What are you really doing here?
(Soft mysterious music)
- I'm looking for something.
- What?
- Don't know.
- I think she's with her father somewhere.
Do you have any idea where he might be?
- He's not at his apartment.
Knowing Bernard as I do,
I'd say he's returned to the dig.
- On the island?
- Mr. Douglas, you're a lawyer.
You understand how politically
sensitive things can be.
If he is at the dig, try to
get him to return, would you?
Now that the site's been closed,
he is trespassing, you understand?
- I understand.
- He's a very brilliant man, Mr. Douglas.
A very difficult one too.
- Well if that's the case,
he's just like his daughter.
Thanks for your help.
(Car engine roaring)
(Birds chirping)
(Dark mysterious music)
(Soft mysterious music)
(Wind whistling)
(Doorknob clacking)
(Wind whistling)
(Sea lion barking)
(Wind whistling)
(Sea lion barking)
(Sea lion barking)
(Waves crashing)
(Sea lion barking)
(Soft mysterious music)
(Water trickling)
(Water splashing)
(Dark mysterious music)
(Water trickling)
(Sand shuffling)
(Waves crashing)
(Flies buzzing)
(Cathy breathing heavily)
(Waves crashing)
(Wind whistling)
(Thunder rumbling)
(Wind howling)
(Eerie foreboding music)
(Water trickling)
(Boat motor roaring)
(Dark foreboding music)
(Geoff shouting)
(Water splashing)
(Spear stabbing) (Geoff wincing)
(Cathy breathing heavily)
(Water trickling)
(Door rattling)
(Cathy shrieking)
- Cathy, it's me.
- You're not alive.
- It's Geoff.
- You're dead.
You're dead. I saw it.
I saw it in my dream.
- It was a dream.
- You're dead.
I saw it.
Stop treating me like a child!
(Hand slapping)
I know what I saw.
You're dead like the sea.
You're dead.
(Wind howling)
(Dark mysterious music)
(Bernard sniffing)
(Cathy weeping)
(Wind howling)
(Doorknob clacking)
(Door squeaking)
(Soft mysterious music)
(Door squeaking)
(Dark foreboding music)
- "20th July, 1856,
whale spouts seen at 10:00 and
before noon and gave chase.
Launched the longboat and were among them.
One large male turned back
to his intent on defending his flock.
He took the harpoon in his flank
and drew us away from the herd.
(Wind howling) (Fire crackling)
The blood was a red tide
bubbling and seething in a wake,
while jet after jet of white
smoke shot from his spout.
He tied."
(Dark foreboding music)
(Wind howling)
(Fire crackling)
(Dark mysterious music)
(Geoff shouting)
(Thunder crackling)
- Geoff?
(Dark foreboding music)
(Pages rustling)
(Wind howling)
(Shoes clacking)
(Dark mysterious music)
- "Tied to a longboat,
he drenched us all in
his thickening blood.
But we laughed at the spray of it
knowing it was good cash we washed in.
Our sharp blades sliced
his flesh with Clay."
- [Whaler] Our hoax went
into it to haul in the poor
where the fires raged,
eager to render his body into oil.
Two years at sea and no
woman to call my own.
My love dried up.
My soul
bartered for the black flesh
of the women of the
(Speaks faintly) Ritual.
(Dark foreboding music)
(Knife slicing) (Blood spurting)
(Knife slicing)
(Cathy shrieking)
- Geoff!
Geoff!
(Dark foreboding music)
Geoff! (Breathes heavily)
Geoff!
(Cathy grunting) (Wind howling)
(Dark creaking)
(Dark foreboding music)
Geoff!
Geoff!
(Cathy shrieking)
(Knife stabbing)
(Cathy breathing heavily)
(Wind howling) (Cathy grunting)
(Door banging) (Lock clicking)
(Cathy breathing heavily)
(Wind howling)
(Door banging) (Cathy gasping)
(Door thumping)
(Dark foreboding music)
(Cathy shrieking)
(Shoes stomping)
(Knife clanking)
(Grate clanking)
(Wind howling) (Rain pattering)
(Grate clanking)
What?
No.
No.
(Dark foreboding music)
(Cathy shouting)
(Thunder crackling)
(Mirror shattering)
(Cathy weeping)
- Did you think I was going to hurt you?
Did you?
- Yes.
- No.
I wouldn't hurt you, darling.
Because I love you
and you love me,
don't you?
Don't you?
Don't you?
(Cathy weeping)
(Window shattering)
(Bernard shouting)
(Cathy weeping)
(Wind howling)
- [Cathy] Dad!
(Dark mysterious music)
(Dark foreboding music)
(Helicopter blades whirring)
- G'day.
Follow me please.
- What happened?
- (Drowned out by helicopter whirring)
A whole live chain were wider
than a head of the crane
just beyond the entrance.
When we reached it, we found
that it had been sealed ahead.
- The aborigines sealed it?
- Yeah, well it fits the timeframe.
But look, there's something that's just...
Here, you better have a look at it first.
I don't wanna tally up
perceptions, professor.
- You've got something
here about wall paintings.
- What's the story?
- That's right.
Well we found some in sector
b of the grand chamber.
They're very corrupt, very recent.
- How recent?
- Well quite frankly,
professor, recent enough
for me to believe that
this should be classified
in anthropology department dig.
- What?
No, no, no.
This is not an anthropology
department dig.
This is my dig.
Hey Bob.
Thank you.
Anthropology department.
(Helicopter blades whirring)
(Soft foreboding music)
(Water trickling)
- Good morning.
- Morning.
(Camera clicking)
(Camera clicking)
(Dark foreboding music)
(Soft foreboding music)
(Water trickling)
- Well there it is.
- Where?
- On the far wall.
It's so obvious.
I'm surprised we missed it.
(Soft foreboding music)
Okay.
All right, professor.
(Bernard muttering)
(Hammer clinking)
(Air fizzing)
(Explosion bursting)
(Rocks crumbling)
(Archeologists coughing)
(Wind whistling)
(Dark foreboding music)
(Bernard breathing heavily)
(Bernard gasping)
(Waves crashing)
(Bernard breathing heavily)
(Dark foreboding music)
(Soft foreboding music)
(Glass shattering)
(Group whispering)
(Dark intriguing music)
(Alarm ringing)
- Is he really coming?
C'mon!
(Group chattering)
- [Officer] Hey!
- Hey you, hold it right there.
(Dark intriguing music)
(Alarm ringing)
- Put it down, girly.
Just put it down.
Put it down.
(Extinguisher whooshing)
(Group shrieking)
(Sirens wailing)
(Radios chattering)
- That's all right.
She's big and strong.
(Warindji weeping)
(Radios chattering)
(Warindji weeping)
- [Doctor] What happened to her?
- No one knows.
She was unconscious when they found her.
- Who's they?
- Police.
There was a break-in at the university.
- She broke in?
- Yeah, that's what it looks like.
- She may need to be intubated.
- Right.
- Is there a police report?
- Think so.
(Warindji weeping)
(Monitor beeping)
- Right.
- The question is was she unconscious
before they found her or after?
- I wouldn't know.
(Monitor beeping)
- This one's something to do
with the boys in blue, isn't it?
A suicide?
- (Scoffs) I'm ordering x-rays
cervical spine through to lumber.
- Listen, we need to expedite
this one fairly quickly.
You just check her over and
I'll handle the papennork.
- Look at her injuries, John.
How could she do that to herself?
(Monitor beeping)
- Well few cuts and bruises.
So?
Hey listen, Cathy.
Don't make too many waves.
- I want those x-rays fast.
- Right.
-All right, we'll handle
it your way: The hard way.
- Thanks, John.
- [Inspector] So professor,
what exactly is missing?
- Few artifacts.
In money terms, they mean nothing.
Inspector, I'd appreciate it
if you could keep this
as quiet as possible
and you realize how sensitive
these things can be.
Hate the press to get hold of it.
- Certainly.
- Excuse me.
(Camera clicking)
Bernard,
what on earth are you doing here?
I thought you were in
Singapore or somewhere.
- Mexico.
- What?
- Mexico.
- Well it's happened.
When I closed down the dig,
I told you how sensitive this stuff was.
- Yes, I remember.
So
Having problems, are we, Eric?
- Problems?
No.
A group of black activists
breaks into the museum,
steals the artifact.
And in the course of that,
a young woman gets beaten half to death
by our security guards.
But problems?
No.
Nothing I can't handle, Bernard.
- I'm quite sure you'll handle everything
in your usual bureaucratic fashion, Eric.
- In my usual bureaucratic fashion,
I closed down the dig.
Now I'm putting the
whole island off-limit.
(Soft poignant music)
- You can't do that.
- I'm the head of the department.
I'm on the university council.
I have friends in very high places.
You consider it done, Bernard.
(Lamp buzzing)
(Monitor beeping)
- Well there's nothing much to see here.
Maybe the witch doctor pointed
the (indistinct) At her.
(Eerie foreboding music)
(Warindji grunting)
- Hold her still.
(Monitor beeping)
Sister.
- What's going on?
- Look at the ecg.
Hold her down.
(Warindji gurgling)
(Dark foreboding music)
She's in vt, come on.
Leave that. Get the Diazepam.
- Yes, doctor.
- 10 mils.
Come on, girl.
Keep her still.
Keep her still.
(Dark foreboding music)
(Dark chattering)
God, she's arrested.
(Monitor flatlining)
(Fist pounding)
(Body thudding)
Finish up here please, sister.
And take her to base six
when you've tidied up.
- I want an autopsy.
- Well we can leave it to the coroner.
But if we-
- I won't sweep it under the mat.
I won't.
- (Sighs) Okay.
It's your privilege.
(Water trickling)
But from now on, it's all your papennork
and your funeral.
(Water trickling)
(Blood trickling)
(Dark foreboding music)
(Cathy gasping)
(Cathy shrieking)
- Look at her.
There was a gash.
- Hey, it's nice to know you're human.
Look, if there's anything worrying you.
Problems with Geoff?
If you don't mind my saying so,
perhaps you should go and
have a chat with old Morrison.
You know, maybe your instinct
and your ego are out to lunch.
- I do mind your saying so
and I don't need a chat
with the resident shrink.
I know what I saw.
(Lights buzzing)
(Dark foreboding music)
(Water trickling)
(Dark foreboding music)
(Cards rustling)
(Vacuum whirring)
(Clock ticking)
(Pages rustling)
(Pen scribbling) (Clock ticking)
(Dark foreboding music)
(Dog barking)
(Thunder rumbling)
- Yes, are you sure she's
not around somewhere?
Thank you.
Probably stopped off
somewhere on the way home.
Thank you very much.
- Hi.
- And where the hell
have you been, darling?
It's eight o'clock.
We're having dinner with
the maoists tonight.
I told you last week, remember?
- Oh no, I completely forgot.
I'm sorry.
I've had a hell of a day.
- Well it's gonna be a hell of
a night unless you hurry up.
Come on, I got your clothes
laid out on the bed for you.
- I had the strangest experience today.
An aboriginal girl's-
- yes, tell me about it in the car.
- Oh, do you mind if I don't go?
- Yes, I would mind.
- I just don't feel like sitting around
talking about yacht fittings
and Porsche spare parts.
- We're talking about my career.
- You don't need me at
this yuppie wankin'.
(Thunder rumbling)
- You know, you're getting
just like your father.
- What's that supposed to mean?
- Nothing. Look, I'm sorry.
Can we just go?
- No, no, no, no.
Tell me what you mean.
- Okay.
Okay.
You're just as selfish.
You're just as arrogant.
- I don't need this right now.
- Oh, you don't need anything right now.
Why don't you go and
live with your father?
(Loud clattering)
(Soft somber music)
(Dark foreboding music)
(Hands banging)
(Rain pattering)
- Hello?
(Doctor coughing)
(Shoes clacking)
(Dark foreboding music)
(Cathy shrieking)
(Cathy shrieking)
(Cathy gasping)
(Rain pattering)
(Dark mysterious music)
(Thunder rumbling)
Geoff?
(Siren wailing)
- That aboriginal girl
that died yesterday,
who brought her in?
- Let's see.
The police as I remember it.
- Yes, I know that.
But who brought her in?
I mean which ambulance?
- We're not allowed to tell you that.
Only the ambulance section
is authorized to admin six.
- Is this obstruction purely bureaucratic
or we tryin' not to rock the police boat?
- I don't know what you're talking about.
You'll have to check
in admin six yourself.
- Well I'm sure no one around here's
gonna show me their
apathy and to look formal.
Hey, wait.
(Pager beeping)
Hello, Catherine Thornton.
- [Bernard] Cathy, it's me.
- Where've you been?
- [Bernard] Away.
- Away where?
- [Bernard] Just away.
- What do you want?
- [Bernard] Calling about your mother.
- What about my mother?
- [Bernard] She died this
morning at eight o'clock.
(Soft somber music)
Cathy?
You all right?
- Yes, I'm all right.
Did you see her?
- [Bernard] Yes, I was
with her when she died.
- What time did she die?
- [Bernard] This morning at eight o'clock.
- Where's the funeral?
- [Bernard] West Harris
cemetery on Thursday at 10:00.
-All right.
Thanks.
You will be there?
Dad?
(Dial tone beeping)
(Soft intriguing music)
- He ieadeth me beside the still waters.
He restoreth my soul.
He ieadeth me in the
paths of righteousness
for his name's sake.
Yea though I walk through the
valley of the shadow of death,
I will fear no evil, for thou art with me.
Thy rod and thy staff, they comfort me.
Thou preparest a table before me
in the presence of mine enemies.
Thou anointest my head with oil.
My cup runneth over.
Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me
all the days of my life
and I will dwell in the
house of the lord forever.
Amen.
- [Group] Amen.
- Thanks very much, father.
- Thanks.
(Soft mysterious music)
(Wind whistling)
- You look wonderful.
- You look tired.
All she wanted was to see
you from time to time.
- I know, but I couldn't.
- You are selfish.
- That's really hard, Cathy.
Geoff.
- Bernard.
- Maybe we'll see more of you now.
- Maybe.
(Rain pattering)
Look after yourself.
- You too.
(Rain pattering)
I hate him.
(Thunder rumbling)
(Ring clinking)
Do you know something?
- No, what?
- Hardly ever went to see her.
- You went as often as you could.
You're a busy girl.
Another shot?
- No thanks.
Listen, you go.
I'll walk to work.
- No, I'll drive you.
It's still raining.
- No, go.
Feel like walking.
Need some time to myself before work
and it stopped raining.
- See you tonight?
- Okay.
- I love you,
okay?
(Crow cawing)
- [Najira] Just wanna talk to you.
- I do not want to talk to you.
- Piss off!
- I'll talk to you now.
- You're one of the people
who broke into the museum.
Well my advice to you is
put those things back where they belong.
- [Najira] They don't belong in museums.
They belong to us.
- They do not belong to you.
They belong to everybody there.
Old, they're history.
They're relics and they belong in museums!
- They're not relics.
They're alive. They're part of us.
When we buried the dead, their
spirits go back to the earth.
You disturb their bones
and they cannot rest.
And we will not rest until
they go back where they belong.
- Listen, you people do not understand.
- No, you people don't understand.
How would you feel if we
ripped up your woman's bones?
(Dog barking)
- If you want to talk, talk.
But I will not listen
to any more of this offensive nonsense.
- Where you found them
was the isle of the dead
and it's been the isle of the
dead for thousands of years.
So stop messing around with
the bones of my ancestors.
- Bullshit.
- They're dead
and that's what you'll
be if you keep meddling!
(Dark foreboding music)
(Fence clanking)
Look, lady. Leave me alone.
- I just wanna ask you some questions.
- What I took was ours.
It belonged to my people.
- You know what it means, don't you?
It's the Mark from that
bracelet, isn't it?
- Fuck!
You people won't even
leave the dead alone!
- Just tell me what it means!
(Dark mysterious music)
(Tires screeching)
(Parts clanking)
(Birds chirping)
(Door squeaking)
Dad?
(Door squeaking)
(Phone ringing)
Dad?
Hello.
Catherine Thornton.
- Is Bernard there please?
It's professor Richards.
Could I speak to him immediately please?
It's urgent.
- Well he's not in the
house at the moment.
Is it important?
- I just heard a rumor that
he's gone back to the island.
- What island?
- The aboriginal site
he's so concerned about.
- Well I don't think so.
It was my mother's funeral this morning.
- [Dr. Richards] (Sighs) I didn't know.
I'm extremely sorry.
Look, I don't want to bother
him at a time like this.
But could you tell him to ring me
as soon as he gets in please?
- Yes, all right.
- [Dr. Richards] Thank you.
Goodbye.
(Soft mysterious music)
(Dark foreboding music)
(Soft mysterious music)
- (Breathes heavily) Sorry I'm late.
- The damage is not
irredeemable, Mr. Douglas.
But time is of the essence.
- Yeah, I'm sorry. Look,
it won't happen again.
- You're beeping, Mr. Douglas.
- Yes, yes.
Go on, go on, go on.
- Thanks very much. I won't be long.
Hello, Douglas here.
I was with her this morning.
Well you know her mother died.
Yes, naturally she's upset.
Well she said she was
going straight to work.
Why, is she not there?
No, I don't know where she is.
Yeah, look.
Yeah, okay. Goodbye.
(Car engine rumbling)
(Gravel crunching)
(Rain pattering)
(Dark foreboding music)
(Cathy gasping)
(Whaler laughing maniacally)
(Whaler laughing maniacally)
(Whalers laughing maniacally)
(Truck horn bellowing)
(Cathy shrieking)
(Gravel crunching)
(Car engine roaring)
(Thunder rumbling)
(Seagulls squawking)
(Cathy knocking)
- I didn't hear you.
I was wondering if you had a room.
- You want a room here?
- Yes.
- One night, was it?
- Yes and I'll need a boat.
- A boat?
- To get to the island in the morning.
- Why do you wanna go there for?
- Can you arrange it or can't you?
- It'll cost you.
Up the stairs, down the corridor.
Room 10, okay?
- Thank you.
(Door squeaking)
(Cathy gasping)
(Owner humming)
(Guest weeping)
(Dark foreboding music)
(Guest weeping)
(Whalers chattering)
(Whalers laughing maniacally)
(Warindji weeping)
- Oi.
Oi!
Get her.
(Dark foreboding music)
(Whalers chattering)
(Door thudding)
(Dark mysterious music)
(Door cracking)
(Door cracking)
(Whalers laughing maniacally)
(Seagulls squawking)
(Boat motor roaring)
(Birds chirping)
(Knuckles knocking)
- Hello?
(Boat motor roaring)
(Water splashing)
(Waves crashing)
(Birds chirping)
(Ax chopping)
- Dad?
- Now what in the devil
are you doing here?
- More to the point,
what are you doing here?
- Chopping wood.
- I need to talk to you.
- Did you come alone?
- Yup.
-Tea, cofiee?
- Coffee.
- You can sit down.
- I went to the house yesterday.
Professor Richards telephoned.
- His duty, what did he want?
- He seemed a bit perturbed
that you might be here.
- Mr. Richards is very unhappy.
- Why?
- Because he has some idiot
idea that in being here
I'm treading on delicate
political and ethnic ground.
But I'm here and I'm not leaving.
I don't give a stuff
what that idiot thinks
or anybody else for that matter.
Is that what you need to talk to me about?
- No.
- Not Geoff, eh?
- No.
- Then what?
- I don't know.
Lots of peculiar things have been going on
and I don't understand them.
Been seeing things and
haven't been seeing things
and I've been seeing things,
drawings and pictures.
And I don't understand and I'm scared
and I don't know what to do
because I don't understand
what's going on.
- Hey, hey, hey, hey.
Sounds to me
as if you've been working too hard.
- What are you really doing here?
(Soft mysterious music)
- I'm looking for something.
- What?
- Don't know.
- I think she's with her father somewhere.
Do you have any idea where he might be?
- He's not at his apartment.
Knowing Bernard as I do,
I'd say he's returned to the dig.
- On the island?
- Mr. Douglas, you're a lawyer.
You understand how politically
sensitive things can be.
If he is at the dig, try to
get him to return, would you?
Now that the site's been closed,
he is trespassing, you understand?
- I understand.
- He's a very brilliant man, Mr. Douglas.
A very difficult one too.
- Well if that's the case,
he's just like his daughter.
Thanks for your help.
(Car engine roaring)
(Birds chirping)
(Dark mysterious music)
(Soft mysterious music)
(Wind whistling)
(Doorknob clacking)
(Wind whistling)
(Sea lion barking)
(Wind whistling)
(Sea lion barking)
(Sea lion barking)
(Waves crashing)
(Sea lion barking)
(Soft mysterious music)
(Water trickling)
(Water splashing)
(Dark mysterious music)
(Water trickling)
(Sand shuffling)
(Waves crashing)
(Flies buzzing)
(Cathy breathing heavily)
(Waves crashing)
(Wind whistling)
(Thunder rumbling)
(Wind howling)
(Eerie foreboding music)
(Water trickling)
(Boat motor roaring)
(Dark foreboding music)
(Geoff shouting)
(Water splashing)
(Spear stabbing) (Geoff wincing)
(Cathy breathing heavily)
(Water trickling)
(Door rattling)
(Cathy shrieking)
- Cathy, it's me.
- You're not alive.
- It's Geoff.
- You're dead.
You're dead. I saw it.
I saw it in my dream.
- It was a dream.
- You're dead.
I saw it.
Stop treating me like a child!
(Hand slapping)
I know what I saw.
You're dead like the sea.
You're dead.
(Wind howling)
(Dark mysterious music)
(Bernard sniffing)
(Cathy weeping)
(Wind howling)
(Doorknob clacking)
(Door squeaking)
(Soft mysterious music)
(Door squeaking)
(Dark foreboding music)
- "20th July, 1856,
whale spouts seen at 10:00 and
before noon and gave chase.
Launched the longboat and were among them.
One large male turned back
to his intent on defending his flock.
He took the harpoon in his flank
and drew us away from the herd.
(Wind howling) (Fire crackling)
The blood was a red tide
bubbling and seething in a wake,
while jet after jet of white
smoke shot from his spout.
He tied."
(Dark foreboding music)
(Wind howling)
(Fire crackling)
(Dark mysterious music)
(Geoff shouting)
(Thunder crackling)
- Geoff?
(Dark foreboding music)
(Pages rustling)
(Wind howling)
(Shoes clacking)
(Dark mysterious music)
- "Tied to a longboat,
he drenched us all in
his thickening blood.
But we laughed at the spray of it
knowing it was good cash we washed in.
Our sharp blades sliced
his flesh with Clay."
- [Whaler] Our hoax went
into it to haul in the poor
where the fires raged,
eager to render his body into oil.
Two years at sea and no
woman to call my own.
My love dried up.
My soul
bartered for the black flesh
of the women of the
(Speaks faintly) Ritual.
(Dark foreboding music)
(Knife slicing) (Blood spurting)
(Knife slicing)
(Cathy shrieking)
- Geoff!
Geoff!
(Dark foreboding music)
Geoff! (Breathes heavily)
Geoff!
(Cathy grunting) (Wind howling)
(Dark creaking)
(Dark foreboding music)
Geoff!
Geoff!
(Cathy shrieking)
(Knife stabbing)
(Cathy breathing heavily)
(Wind howling) (Cathy grunting)
(Door banging) (Lock clicking)
(Cathy breathing heavily)
(Wind howling)
(Door banging) (Cathy gasping)
(Door thumping)
(Dark foreboding music)
(Cathy shrieking)
(Shoes stomping)
(Knife clanking)
(Grate clanking)
(Wind howling) (Rain pattering)
(Grate clanking)
What?
No.
No.
(Dark foreboding music)
(Cathy shouting)
(Thunder crackling)
(Mirror shattering)
(Cathy weeping)
- Did you think I was going to hurt you?
Did you?
- Yes.
- No.
I wouldn't hurt you, darling.
Because I love you
and you love me,
don't you?
Don't you?
Don't you?
(Cathy weeping)
(Window shattering)
(Bernard shouting)
(Cathy weeping)
(Wind howling)
- [Cathy] Dad!
(Dark mysterious music)
(Dark foreboding music)