33 Postcards

Little Sister,

you'll be fine here.

Come. Come with me.

Little Sister,

do you have a name?

/ Dong Ying Orphanage,

Guangxi, China /

I don't remember anything...

not even my name.

But I remember the

day I came here.

And I remember good the year

they say, I turned 6.

I was angry that day.

- Be quiet.

- But then, I met you.

Xiaoyi, it's for you.

Ling, yours.

Little Sister, congratulations!

You too have a sponsor. You can

go to school from now on.

Study hard.

Now children, eat up.

"Dear Mei Mei, my name is

Dean Randall.

I'm from Australia,

and I'm your sponsor."

"Sponsor, financial donor

or godparent in a baptism."

Yes, a parent from God.

"I work as a park ranger,

taking care of wildlife, animals and birds.

My wife, Jenny, looks after the kids,

Aiden and Maggie.

And we live in Sydney."

"I want much seeing Sydney.

I want much meeting you.

Yours truly, Mei Mei."

/33 Postcards /

Little Sister,

what are you doing?

- Good morning Miss Chen.

- Good morning everyone.

I have wonderful news.

Tell them.

We're invited to perform

in Australia!

Do you know where we're going?

Sydney!

# Once a jolly swagman camped

by a billabong

# Under the shade of

a coolibah tree

# And he sang as he

watched and waited till his...

- It's all right. - # And he sang as he

watched and waited till his billy boiled

When you get to your room,

don't unpack everything.

We leave for Canberra tomorrow.

- Understand?

- Yes.

Good. Let's have a rest.

Miss Chen, can I go to see...

Little Sister.

He never replied to my letter.

Let's leave it, okay?

- But today is my only chance...

- No, we don't have time.

Shover and help

settle the children.

Be sensibile.

- Hi.

- Um...

- I want... I want to go to this place.

- Yeah. - You know?

Yep. No, you're right.

So, okay...

- Hi. Uh, this place, this bus?

- Yeah. - Oh.

Hey! What are you doing?!

Back of the line!

Australian money only.

You can change it at the bank.

Hurry up!

Come on! Get a move on! - Uh, please.

Wait. I-I have no time. Please...

No, no, sorry. It's got

to be Australian.

"Dear Mei Mei,

we went to a we went to a Christmas

concert at the beach last week.

And because it's summer here,

it was really hot. But it was a lot of fun.

I thought about you and imagined

you singing carols with our children."

"Winter in China...

sky always gray.

I like see blue sky, white bird

in your picture cards."

"Our house is by the beach.

It's really beautiful.

On the weekends,

we swim or bushwalk,

or just stay at home and play

with the kids in the garden."

- You are Mei Mei.

- Daddy...

Wake up, Miss.

Miss?

Mr. Randall?

Who wants to know?

How you do, Mr. Randall?

What are you, Red Cross

or Salvos or something?

You sponsor me...

send money.

- I'm Mei Mei.

- Right. um...

I'm... I'm Gary Randall. You

actually want my brother Dean.

Where Mr. Dean Randall?

- At beach?

- Beach?

Please, I need see

Mr. Randall and his family.

Please. Please wait!

Please!

Carl.

- G'day, Gary.

- Cashish time already, is it?

Come on, Gary. You must

own a calendar by now.

Oh!

Sorry.

Please, wait.

Wait!

Please!

Look, look,

I big trouble later.

My last chance

was Mr. Randall.

I- I go Canberra tomorrow, but no

Mr. Randall... just brother Randall.

- What?

- I need to see Mr. Randall...

Not that one, the other one.

Mr. Dean Randall. Y-you know?

Yeah, I know where he is.

Please take me. Please.

Hop on.

Oh!

All right.

Now hold on tight.

Aah!

Aah!

Lean the way I do!

Aah!

All right, well. Here we are.

Hey, how about...

how about you call me?

- My name's Carl.

- "Cow." - No, no.

- No, not... no. "Carl."

- Yes, yes... "Cow."

- I call "Mei Mei."

- "Mei Mei"?

Okay. All right.

Well, you'll call me? Yeah?

Come on!

Come on! Hey!

That's it. Come on.

Let's go! Come on.

You too. Let's go.

- Not again.

- Get out of the way.

Okay, first-timers.

We regroup at 4:
00 sharp.

We bring back only what

we take out, all right?

- Yeah. Yeah, of course, boss.

- All right?! - Yes!

- What are you looking at?

- I-I'm gonna sit there.

Bugger off.

- Okay!

- Ah!

- Address.

- "Dress"?

No I.D.?

- Driver's license.

- Oh.

- You ask Mr. Randall. He work here.

He want to see me. - I don't think so.

Please? Mister, help me.

I need to see him.

- Please, help me.

- Uh, can I help?

Mr. Randall...

you know him?

- What's the nature of your

relationship? - "Nature"?

Oh, yes...

trees, birds, the beach.

- No, sorry. How do you know

Mr. Randall? - Oh. Um...

He sponsor...

parent from God.

He send me money.

I go school. Please, help me.

Oh, okay.

Uh, I look after Dean Randall.

His M.I.N. number is 256904.

I'll sign her in.

I'll put my extension number

here for future reference.

Thank you.

Thank you.

- Um, can you sign your

name in here? - Okay.

"Little Sister"

How you do, Mr. Randall?

I Mei Mei.

I am Mei Mei.

Yeah, I know you are.

I want to say thank you,

Mr. Randall...

for school, for write me.

- Oh, it was... it was nothing.

- It... everything... for me.

I learn English.

I can read...

read your life.

And your picture cards.

Yeah, the postcards, yeah.

I bring gift for you, but...

- they take it. - Yeah, the...

the screws would take it.

- No... the guard. - Yeah, the screws

security-check everything.

Did they, um... secure

each of my letters, too?

- How'd you get here?

- Motor bicycle. Very fast.

But...

"Cow." Honda.

- H-h-how'd you know I was here?

- Your brother... uncle Gary.

Right. "Uncle Gary."

- So, what do you want?

- Want? - Yeah.

I- I...

I- I don't understand.

Nothing seem like your words.

- Nothing looks same... no like picture

cards. - What do you want?

I want to see you. I want to see

Mrs. Jenny, Aiden, Maggie.

They aren't real, okay?

- Wh... what this mean?

- It means they don't exist. - Why?

You really shouldn't have

come here, you know?

Sorry, Miss. Visit's over.

Visiting a prison can be a

very confronting experience.

Everything is wrong.

I ask stupid questions.

Ah, it's probably

not your fault.

Mr. Randall doesn't

get many visitors.

Everything is wrong.

My car is over there.

Well, technically, she's got to be missing for

48 hours before she's considered missing.

- But she is missing!

- Not technically.

- Hey, mate. How'd you go?

- Hey, good, mate.

- Fletch is in the office.

- Thanks.

- How'd you go?

- Yeah, good. Um...

Mrs. MacNeil lost her job,

so she missed a payment,

- but she said she could pay next week,

at the latest. - Stupid woman.

She'll get her husband

killed if she's not careful.

- Hey, Brian. Good. Good. - Dad,

she said she could pay next week.

Can't you tell the guys

to leave him alone...

Yeah.

No, cool.

Just one... MacNeil.

Yeah.

Yeah.

You are not gonna let them

bug you... do you understand?

- Get back to your cell.

- Tommy. - Ta-ta.

You sprung?

It's MacNeil's wife.

Hands up, MacNeil.

- It's your warning.

- Please, no!

You know the rules.

Get him up, Dwight.

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