33 Postcards Page #3

- Now I can look you.

- No, no. I mean...

- How are you gonna cope?

- You no want me stay?

- You don't know anybody.

- I know uncle Gary and his friend.

Uncle Gary doesn't have

any friends, okay?

All right? He...

He has alibis.

Do you know what that means?

That means you'll end up like

me, in a place like this.

Why are you in place like this?

You never said anything to me

about y-y-your parents in any of

your letters and what

happened to them.

- What... what happened to them?

- Don't know. Don't care.

- They don't want me. I don't want them.

Okay? - Would you shut up?!

Dad, I want to go!

All right.

I've always liked the name

"Mei Mei."

It's... it's good.

It's... it's a cute little name.

"Mei Mei" mean "Little sister."

Not even real name, you know.

I big now. I can find a

stronger name myself.

"Mimi." That's right.

"Mimi" is a bigger name.

I no more crying "Little Sister,"

like that one!

- Hey, I told you... shut up!

- No!

- Hey, leave her alone, will you?

- Both of you, sit down! - Or what, bigmouth?

You two... outside, or the

visit's over. Hey! Hands off!

She's just trying to help, okay?

- You don't like outside?

- Uh...

Children cry.

No one listens.

That father no good.

He no listen her cry.

Yeah.

Look.

Like your picture card.

Can I come tomorrow?

For the buses, okay?

A- and tell them my M.I.N. number,

which is 256.. - ... 904.

Yeah.

Yeah.

Why... why you

always go first?

Aah!

Whoo!

Whoo-hoo!

Well, they've already

left for Canberra,

but they said they'll be back on

sunday for the Sydney concert, so...

Do you Miss them?

Your friends? Yeah?

Well, it can't be all that bad.

I mean, you like our beaches, right?

Yes.

I've never been

to beach before.

How old are you, Mimi?

I old enough.

You know, you shouldn't be so

trusting of everyone.

You shouldn't even trust me.

Who's coming in the water?

But definitely don't

trust these idiots.

- You're going in the water!

- No! Aah!

- Put her down, Dave!

- No! Carl!

- Hey! Put her down!

- Let me down!

Come on! Let's go!

Let's go!

Whoo-hoo!

All right. Come on. Open the door, babe.

Open the door. I got to pee.

- Yeah, this is it.

This is our place.

- Open the door, babe.

- I'm going! I'm going!

- Hurry! I got to pee!

- Don't do it. Don't do it.

- Shut up! - Let's go!

- And we're home sweet ho... aah!

Easy.

That's Dave and Ruby's room.

And this...

- ... this is our room.

- Dave?!

Ooh!

Or you can sleep on the

couch. That's cool, too.

Oh, wait a minute.

Wait a minute. Uh...

get these out...

Dave's left his junk everywhere.

Uh...

Uh, you can watch TV

if you want. Um...

- Got some videos and DVDs.

- Oh. Ruby's? - Oh, no.

Actually, uh... that's mine.

- Y-you cook?

- Ah, yeah. Yeah...

Yes.

"Hello, Mr. Randall.

I 6 years old.

One tooth go bye-bye,

and other wanting to go, too.

I learn ABCs.

I learn good because I want to

read your words and see your face.

Mr. Randall,

I tell you everything...

Things I no tell others. You

always there... hear my words.

Friends come,

friends go with new parents.

I no see them no more...

but I see you.

Miss Chen, she says maybe I was

born in the year of the fire dragon.

Yours truly, Mei Mei."

# Happiness is just

a little thing

# Humans mostly

are too large for it #

Anna, I've already paid for it,

and you can't even thank me.

There is nothing

wrong with this model.

Mine's still working,

and it's been two years.

Calm down.

It is just a mobile phone.

"Controlling"?

He said that?

Well, you can tell your father

that that is because I know...

Oh, God.

Anna?

Ah, Mr. Randall.

Can I... how can I help you?

Um, to be honest,

I have no idea

whether you can legally

sponsor a child to stay here.

Yes, there would be legal restrictions,

but, yeah, I can check.

Okay.

- Hey, Dean. Burned Robert yesterday.

- I didn't say anything.

- You didn't say anything about what?

- About anything.

Hold yourself up. Hold yourself up.

Hold yourself up.

Hey. Hey. Listen to me.

This is just a warning, all right?

'cause I care about you.

I do.

You stay quiet.

Okay.

Now...

We do clothes!

# Decked out driving

in my Red Corvette

# I got my hair in a ponytail

on top of my head

# A fresh pair of blue jeans

with my white vanity

# My shades on,

and I'm ready to roar

# Hit the town for the night,

everything's on me

# Shout out to all my girls,

are you ready, ready?

- # All eyes on me, are you ready, ready? #

- Yes! You are so cool!

- What you think?

- I don't... I don't know.

Ruby think I hot,

then sometimes she say I cool.

- Oh. What happened to face?

- Uh...

...it's nothing.

Don't worry about it.

That no good. You must

look after yourself.

Yeah.

You sound like my mum did.

Well, except with

a funny accent.

Uh... got some more money for you.

- No, no, no. No need to give me money.

- I work already.

- You work already?

- Doing what?

- Wash car.

- I clean inside, outside.

I clean good. - Huh.

Yeah. I bet you do.

Y- you sing pretty good, too.

I, um, listened to that CD.

- It's good.

- Old songs.

- I sing no more. My voice

not the same. - Ah.

You said in one of

your letters that, um,

Miss fong told you...

I think when you were about

14... that you were too

old to sing anymore, right?

And... and that you want to

be a conductor now. Yeah?

Well, that...

that sounds good.

Oh! My job!

I come sometime tomorrow.

Yep.

Ah, so, you're the first one to

leave today, huh?

We going?

- You call the hostel again, please?

- Uh, yeah, I already called them.

They just said the

same thing... sunday.

No, but, hey, hey, hey.

Don't worry about them.

Worry about yourself.

Eh?

- Dad. - What?

- About that course I was...

- I was talking to you about...

- I already said no, didn't I?

Well, I could still do the

collection rounds for you,

and I get a student allowance,

so I wouldn't need any money.

Where's that course

gonna get you?

- Well, chefs make good money, dad.

- Hey. Come here.

Have a look at this.

You walk straight into it.

It's all yours if you want it.

Dave.

Do you like girls, Carl?

- No, no. Don't touch that!

- What?

What did you say?

What?

- Quit mucking around, Dave. Get the

car painted. - Yeah, we're on it, mate.

- Change it... metallic silver.

- Yeah, got it.

Good. Higher up.

- What are you doing? Take it off!

- I'm changing the plate. - No, no.

We're spraying the car first.

You told me to change the

plate... I changed the plate.

No, no, no. I come all the way

down here to help you out.

- I don't want to touch stolen

cars... - No. Ruby, Ruby.

- I don't want to touch them

in the first place. - Shh!

Take a seat. Thanks.

- So, what was that all about?

- What do you mean?

- Parole hearings can be quite...

- No. Not that.

What was that crap about

you testifying against Tommy?

- Don't worry. It's not gonna happen.

- Then why were they asking?

- 'cause they... - Gary... Gary,

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