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I recognise Santangelo's dad, who saves police brutality for when he gets to his son.

Melina Marchetta

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Melina Marchetta
Age: 59
Born: 1965
Born: March 25
Screenwriter
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Sydney
NSW
Carmelina Marchetta
Police
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Son
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Brutality
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