(dramatic musical crescendo) (ominous music) - [Shade] As the world
becomes more dangerous, doors are shut, and wars come up. Nations no one's offered hope. And now consumed with the fire of hate, discrimination, and insanity. Mass exodus of peoples is inevitable. And governments and lands
become inhospitable. But hope is undying. You either survive, or die. (waves crashing)
(ethereal music) We are the forgotten. Forgotten in the shadows of seven billion souls. We carry a past.
(baby crying) Memories we want to leave behind. From different nations we came. In search of our great land where the grass is greener. For days we sailed. Still no grass in sight. (waves splashing) (gentle humming) (weeping while humming) - [Man] Throw the baby off the boat now! (weeping) - You stay out of my way,
(ominous music) or I'll throw you to the sea. - Please. Captain. - If the baby stays, we
all die from disease. (ominous music) - [Shade] To understand how I got here, you must travel with me into the darkest parts of my past. (smacking) - What you did back there
was silly, but brave. - Where's the opera house? - Americana, Americana. Why are you winching in my ear? If you're going to be
flying into Australia in an airplane or a private jet, huh? (laughing) Or did you go to jail? That's why you can't
get an Australian visa. - Unfortunately, Donald
Trump is the president. I can't stand that guy. - You black men out there need to realize there is no liberty in
the Statue of Liberty. And go back home to
Africa, where you're from. - If Africa is so wonderful, what are you running from? - I love Donald Trump. - Why? - Why, what? - Why did you come on
this dangerous journey? - Why did you? (laughing) - A question for a question. Well, I'm heading to
Australia for a better life. - Good for you. - So young. - So old. (ominous music) (coughing) (waves crashing)
(ethereal music) - It has been two days.
(weeping) The baby is within Allah's hands now. - No!
- Please. Please.
- No no no no no. - Can I get you out of here. (waves crashing)
(ethereal music) (mother weeping) (water splashing)
(ethereal vocalizing) (ominous music) (water splashing) - That's a communicator, isn't it? - Precisely, captain. Imagine this. What if we get caught? Then our tank will have fuel. They will pay us to take them back. And it's going to be big pay. - These people pay us money to bring them here?
(ominous music) And we double cross them? Return them to the coast
guards for more money? - Exactly, captain. - What happens to them? - They are disposable. This trip is doomed. We have no food for the past 14 days. Okay? People are dropping dead. Why are you the only person on this ship who don't understand? The only way to get saved is to be captured by the Australians. Now, what you do is go there, and tell them how good Australia is. The land of milk and honey. Go!
(suspenseful music) (grunting) (thuds) - He got sea sick. (waves crashing) (ethereal music) - Land! Land! Australia, Australia! (all cheering) - Australia! (cheering)
(majestic music) (water splashing) (eerie music) - You're all going to die! This land is going to eat you! Your bones will become its blood! (laughing) This land? This land does not forgive. You're all going to
choke in your own sweat. - Stop. She's gone. (water rushing) (laughing) - Australia! Australia! Australia! Australia! - Raju! Come back! - He lost his mind. - [Raju] Australia! Australia! Australia! Australia! - Where are we? - Captain. Are you sure this is Australia? - Yes. - So where is everyone? - They're there, somewhere. - You don't know where
we're going, do you? We've been lost from the beginning, and you didn't think you should tell us? - Wait a minute, captain. Wait, we just paid you $10,000
dollars to get us lost. - You listen to me.
(ominous music) All of you, you understand? Listen to me! We need to make a move, and we move now. - To where, hm? Move to where? - We move up there. That's where we're going. - Are you for real? Are you for real? You want us to move up
there with empty stomachs? - We need to find food first! - No, what we need to find is high ground. You understand? We need to find people. To do that, we need to go to high ground. That's what we do. - I thought we were landing
where that was Australians. Not godforsaken nowhere! - You want a land where there's people? Then you catch a plane. Does everyone understand that? We should've catched
a plane but we didn't. We were on a boat. My boat! - You know what, captain? You know what? How about you leave right now? We stay here, and look for food. Who is with me on this one? And who is with him? No one is with you, captain. - Fine. - Keep it moving! (ominous music) (birds chirping) - Things will get better. It always get better. - Nonsense. - No nonsense. - How are we going to get out of here? - She is alone. - I've been watching her. She's been alone since the beginning. - You are going to be a young mom. She will need you. - I can't carry dead weight. - And you will find
happiness, get married, and have lots of children. - Aww... The old man finally finds
his long lost daughter in the middle of nowhere. How sweet. (birds chirping)
(ghostly whispering) (ominous music) - Australia! Australia! (leaves rustling) Australia. Australia! Australia! Australia! (ominous music) - Guys, guys. I found fruit. A bit sour, but delicious. - Let me have some please!
- Stop stop! - Please, I'm hungry, please.
- Stop, stop, stop! - We're starving over here. - We don't know what these are. - Hey hey, listen to me, old man. If you don't want to eat, just stay there. I don't remember you bringing any kebobs on the boat
for us to eat, okay? Chill! (ominous music) Come on, give me some.
- Don't eat it! Stop, you don't know what it is! Please, I beg you, don't eat it! - Leave me alone!
- Please. You don't know what it is. (crunching) Wake up!
(wheezing) Please, please, wake up.
(ominous music) Wake up! Wake up! - Shade, stop yelling.
- They're dead! They're dead, no! (ethereal music) (rain falling) - [Shade] The fruits of this land are not what they seems. (ominous music) (water rushing) (ethereal vocalizing) - Come. (ominous music) - [Shade] This land is punishing. Unforgiving. (ominous music) (coughing) - Promise. - I don't want to. (coughing) - No matter what happens, no matter how hard things become, you stay alive. - Why bother? Why? - Because... Hope is staying alive. (coughing) - [Shade] I am at war with my past. A constant battle inside my head. (ominous music) - [Soldier] Keep her alive for now. She will talk. Sure sir, she will. (men laughing)
(water spraying) (ominous music)
(yelling) (weeping) (suspenseful music) - [Shade] Even in this godforsaken land, she still has faith. (gentle ominous music) - Give it to me! - Oh so now you can talk. Don't look at me like that. I'm not your mom! We're gonna die anyway. - We're not going to die. (ominous music) - [Shade] So, what's your name? - [Maya] Maya. And yours? - Shade. How did you end up on the boat? And where are your parents? - They are dead. - What country are you from? - I don't have a country. (melancholy music) - How can that be? You have to be from somewhere. - I'm a Rohingyan. Nobody wants us. They don't like us. We don't belong anywhere. And you? What's your story? - Just as sad. Civil war. My father worked for the government. And the rebels came in. Overran our city. My sister and I managed to escape, but my father was left behind. - And where's your sister? - We were captured. She died. - How? Where? How did she die? - Don't worry about it, nevermind. - Just tell me, how did she die? - It's none of your business! Just shut up! Shut the hell up! (ominous music) (shaking water) Last one. (water rushing) Come! Water!
(gentle music) Wait here. Wait! (suspenseful music) (splashing water) (laughing) (water splashing) (suspenseful music) - You are already there. You are becoming exactly what your father wanted you to become. Strong! Independent! The hope of your father. (branch cracks) - Who are you talking to? Who are you talking to? - No one. (ominous music)
(insects chirping) Stay here. Stay put. Don't move! I'll be back. (water rushing) (ominous music) - The old man. - He's dead. Everyone. It's on you. (ominous music) - I tried to save those people. - We paid you to kill us. - I stole that boat to bring
you all here in Australia. You understand? Those men...I hurt them. They were planning to
chop you up into pieces and sell you to whore houses. And I stopped them. I did the right thing. I stood by my ground. I brought you here! And you all turned your back on me. - Can we go back? - To where?
- The boat! - No, it's gone. You're out of your mind. - Fine. I'm gonna find the boat. I'm gonna find the people. I'm gonna tell them who
you are what you did. - I did what? Huh? You're gonna tell them what? That I lost everything! I lost my boat! I lost my family! You're gonna tell them what? (ominous music) - Everything. Maya! Maya! Maya! I told you to wait. (gasping)
(suspenseful music) - Come here! I lost everything. Do you understand? I lost everything. My family, my boat. Because of you. You ungrateful refugee. - Leave her alone! (suspenseful music) (leaves rustling) (grunting) (yelling) (smacking)
(grunting) (yelling) (blade clinking) (leaves rustling)
(ominous music) (creatures chirping) - Come on, let's go. - You can't get away from me! I'm gonna get you! I'm coming for you! I'm gonna get you! I'm coming for you! (water splashing) (ominous music) - My leg!
(screaming) - What's wrong? What's wrong? (screaming) - My leg! My leg!
- What's wrong? - My leg!
(screaming) My leg! My leg hurts! My leg, my leg! My leg hurts, my leg hurts! My leg hurts! My leg hurts!
(crying) - Hang in there. - My leg hurts, my leg hurts! My leg hurts! (ominous music) (ghostly whispering in foreign language) - This land. This land will eat you up. Eat you up. Eat you up. - [Shade] My fears. This inner demon in me. Won't leave. (leaves rustling) (thudding) (ominous music) - She's slowing you down. She's already gone. Get rid of her and move on. - Are you real? Or just inside my head? - What do you think? - She's going to live. And we're going to survive this together. - I'm helping you. She's slowing you down. (indistinct ghostly whispering) (suspenseful music) Now you have become what
you've always wanted to be. - I didn't do it for you. I did it for...I did it for her. (weeping) (ominous music) Every day that meets me here, I dread my fate. (ominous music) (ghostly whispering)
(suspenseful music) (gasping) (ominous ethereal music) And the land morphed. Into a sea of sand. Where the real becomes unreal. And the unreal becomes real. (harmonic vocalizing)
(ethereal music) - Did you listen? What did I tell you? - About what? - Hope. What did I tell you about hope? - Talk is cheap. If the body is weak, it won't be able to carry the soul. - You are getting it wrong. It's the other way around. The soul commands the body. - Without the body, the soul is a nomad. - Shade, you must be what
your father wants you to be. You must be what your
father wants you to be! You must be what your
father wants you to be! You must be what your
father wants you to be! (ethereal music)
(harmonic vocalizing) (ominous music) (water rushing) (yelling and laughing) - [Shade] And for the first time, signs of civilization. (birds chirping)
(steady ominous music) (suspenseful music) - I got you now. You understand me? I got you now. I got you. (suspenseful music) (yelling) (grunting and choking) (suspenseful music) - Brian, Brian! Boy, it's dad! Brian, wake up! (suspenseful music) (gun firing) - [Shade] And I died. - Brian, boy, it's dad. It's dad. (yelling) (suspenseful music) - [Shade] Almost. Almost died. But just a scratch. (suspenseful music) - Who are you? Where are you from? I gonna find you and kill you! (gun firing)
(suspenseful music) (crickets chirping) (ominous music) (suspenseful music) - I'm bad, real bad. (ominous music) (blade slicing) (gun firing) (yelling) (suspenseful music) (gun firing) (suspenseful music) (gun firing) (gun firing)
(gasping) (suspenseful music) (ominous music) (heart beating) (ethereal music) (water falling) (gentle ominous music) - Papa? I wish I was a boy. - Why? - Because boys can do anything, and they get away with everything. Like what they're doing now. - Machoism is overrated. Man turn on men out of
envy and selfishness. On the other hand, women give birth to the world. - But men destroy it. - Exactly my point. For me, it doesn't matter
if you're a boy or a girl. It doesn't matter. For me, you're my boy, you're my girl. You're my everything. Everything. Do not limit yourself. Okay?
- Yes. - Come, let's go. Ah, one more thing. Remember this. At all times. Keep your eyes on your sister. You must look after her. Oge, let's go. (ominous music) - [Shade] It's a waste town. Apocalypse. The end of a world. The end of my world. (ominous music)
(labored breathing) (weeping) (guns firing in distance)
(ominous music) (sirens wailing) Papa, the city is torn down. The rebels are here. We need to go. - Take your sister and leave. - But Papa, we need to go. - Leave! Now. (guns firing)
(ominous music) - Hello! Is anybody here? Is anybody here? Hello? Help me! Please, is anybody here? Hello! - Bring her down here!
(ominous music) You don't want to talk right? The daughter of a snake. He's a snake. (thudding)
(wailing) Has she spoken? - [Soldier] Not yet. This one is a hard cookie. Very very stubborn. - Where is my father? - Your father died fighting. He was a brave man, eh? (laughing) (ominous music) I can end all this
suffering just like that. All I need you to do is, all you gotta tell me where your father kept your country's money. Where is the account? In Panama, Switzerland,
London, or Hong Kong? - I don't know. - Listen to me very carefully. My boys are wild dogs. If you do not cooperate with me, I'm going to let them loose on you. Come on speak up!
(ominous music) You are your father. (snaps) - [Shade] Gold built this town. When gold dried out, so did the people. - Hold on, hold on.
(laughing) She needs a good spray. (water spraying) Where is the money?
(ominous music) (laughing maniacally) You like that, right? You like that?
- Where's the money? Where's the money? - Where is the money? Look at her face, look at her face, look at her face.
(laughing) (thuds) (weeping) (ominous music) - Your sister did not make it. How do you feel? (weeping)
(ominous music) (wailing) (weeping) (ominous music) - Where is the money?
(laughing) - Where is the money, where is the money? (water spraying)
(wailing) (speaking in foreign language)
(ominous music) (laughing maniacally) (suspenseful music) (gun firing) - [Shade] Here. There is no sanctuary. (ominous music) (suspenseful music) - Nowhere to run. - I've been running in
the wrong direction. I've been running away from men like you. I should've stood my ground. Against testosterone-driven, weak cowards. Do as you please. Just know that this land will eat you up. - No... You're wrong. I'm a survivor. - Opportunist! That's who you are. You take advantage of
people who depend on you! Parasite. - Don't move! - He knows everything. (suspenseful music) - If we die... We die today. He's the true owner of
the land, white man. - Don't interfere. They killed my boy! - Put the gun down, son. - They're invaders! They're killing our kids
and taking our land! - Trust me. I know how it feels. (ominous music) - Are you alright? (ethereal music) - [Shade] I can't tell you
how this is going to end. This is only the beginning of a battle. A high wall that I must climb. (cars honking) - I'd like to introduce myself. My name is Frances, and I'm
from the Australian Newsroom. We're one of the biggest media in the Asian and Pacific region. I just want to ask you a few questions. We reserve the right
to use your full name. We also reserve the
right to alter your story to an acceptable range. Do you understand what
acceptable range is? Look, you realize that
this is your opportunity to tell your story to Australia. To buy sympathy. And the choice you make next will determine whether
you're going to stay, whether you're going to be deported. (ethereal music) - What do you want to know? - Everything. (smacks) - Minister. Minister. Minister, I'm sorry to interrupt you. - This better be bloody good, Catherine. This is my day off. I'm admiring the view, look at that. - [Catherine] You love your country. - Well, when you see the photographs coming out of the war zones, you know. Libya, Iraq, Ukraine. This makes you realize how lucky we are. - Maybe as a mass. Maybe if everyone as the Russians, everyone were to mind their own business, maybe they could find their own route. - The world's a very
dangerous place at the moment. We must be on our guard at all times. Otherwise, we're all going
to end up being vaporized by chemical and nuclear
warfare as we sleep. - So many refugees crossing the borders. It's making the governments nervous, especially in Europe. - We must be vigilant. We don't want a Paris or a London happening here in Melbourne or Sydney. No, we must keep our guard up. We will decide who and what comes into this country and when. Everybody must be properly vetted. The people who want to do
us harm are pretty smart. They're going to come in and intermingle with the genuine refugees. - Trojan horse. So what do you want me to
do about the refugee girl? - According to the law,
we should kick her out. But... - The bleeding heart liberal media is having a feast on her story. - The world's changed, and they need to be reminded of that. - Everyone is asking questions about her. The people are leaning
towards sympathy on this one. - And we're not doing too well
in the polls at the moment, so...let her stay. For now. - Done. Enjoy your golf. - Minister, there's been
an attempted bombing on a plane in Sydney. - Well, that just proves my point. (ominous music) - Australia. Australia. (wailing) Australia. (indistinct ghostly whispering) (suspenseful music) (screaming) (dramatic music) ♪ From the remains of the plagues ♪ ♪ After the self caused quake ♪ ♪ Left the remains of the waste ♪ ♪ Sent them on their fate ♪ ♪ The sun is ashamed ♪ ♪ To celebrate another day ♪ ♪ The cities in ruins ♪ ♪ Yeah, the end of my world ♪ ♪ The land becomes so longed ♪ ♪ They break through fields to come ♪ ♪ Like birds without songs ♪ ♪ What you last off our generation ♪ ♪ Every day that wakes me up ♪ ♪ In the waste town, just another summer ♪ ♪ Every mind that messed me up ♪ ♪ In the waste town, just another summer ♪ ♪ Though I can get a message over ♪ ♪ I'll believe it ain't over ♪ ♪ We will survive or we will die ♪ ♪ I'll never leave your side ♪ ♪ Til the end of time ♪ ♪ Every day that wakes me up ♪ ♪ In the waste town, just another summer ♪ ♪ Every mind that messed me up ♪ ♪ In the waste town, just another summer ♪ ♪ Though I can get a message over ♪ ♪ I believe it ain't over ♪ ♪ We will survive or we will die ♪ ♪ I'll never leave your side ♪ ♪ Til the end of time ♪ ♪ I know you feel the same ♪ ♪ I saw it on your face ♪ ♪ Tears rolling down your face ♪ ♪ And you're dying from your will ♪ ♪ Who's gonna sing this song ♪ ♪ Songs of the dying one ♪ ♪ Seven billion souls around ♪ ♪ Still we feel all alone ♪ ♪ From the tick and tock of this house ♪ ♪ A sea of conquered dreams ♪ ♪ A game of make believe ♪ ♪ Forgotten in the shadows ♪ ♪ Forgotten in the goddess ♪ ♪ Forgotten in the gardens ♪ ♪ Forgotten in the struggle ♪ ♪ Nobody to the rescue ♪ ♪ Who's gonna sing the song ♪ ♪ Songs of the dying one ♪ ♪ Seven billion souls around ♪ ♪ Still we feel all alone ♪ ♪ We'll survive or live or die ♪ ♪ We'll either live or die ♪ ♪ Though I can get a message over ♪ ♪ I believe it ain't over ♪ ♪ We will survive or we will die ♪ ♪ I'll never leave your side ♪ ♪ Til the end of time ♪ ♪ Every day that wakes me up ♪ ♪ In the waste town, just another Sunday ♪ ♪ Every mind that messed me up ♪ ♪ In the waste town, just another Summer ♪ ♪ Though I can get a message over ♪ ♪ I'll believe it ain't over ♪ ♪ We will survive or we will die ♪ ♪ I'll never leave your side ♪ ♪ Til the end of time ♪
