Thursday night, bus from a Brisbane suburb. The passengers are overwhelmingly 20 somethings going into town for a night out. The largest proportion are ethnic Indian and Chinese. Just inside the door, two transport police are being officious, checking everyone. Halfway into the journey an old Aboriginal man staggers onto the bus. He is very, very drunk, can hardly stand up. He takes maybe five minutes to find a fare in his rags. He smells like a brewery. This character lurches down the aisle uttering incoherent threats to everyone in general, the only connective word being fuck… fuck… fuck. The transport cops look appalled and conflicted. What should they do? At the next stop they suddenly discover that they both have an urgent need to be on another bus.