Rabbit-Proof Fence Page #3

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Come along.

It's alright.

That's the way.

Don't be afraid.

Come along.

Come on,

I'm not going to hurt you.

See.

A bit further.

That's it.

It's Molly, isn't it?

I know it all feels

very strange,

but after a few days

you'll feel quite at home.

(Breathes heavily)

We're here to help,

and encourage you

in this new world.

Duty, service, responsibility.

Those are our watchwords.

Molly, keep still.

It's alright, it's alright.

It's alright.

No.

(BABY CRIES)

Over here. Sweep it over here.

To the door.

Come on, this way.

Push it towards me.

Eh, tracker's come back.

Eh, tracker girl.

Your dad's bringin' Olive back.

Catched her.

(DIDGERIDOO PLA YS)

Thank you, Moodoo.

Stand there, young lady.

Did you really think

you'd get away with it?

(Whimpers)

Now stop that crying.

See what Miss Doyle has here?

Olive, look at me.

You see this here?

The scissors?

Did she run away home?

She ran away

to see her boyfriend.

(Dog yelps)

Come on.

Let's see if those boys

at New Norcia

find you so attractive now.

(Whimpers)

Go.

(Dog yelps)

(Whips Olive repeatedly)

Argh! Argh!

She broke out through here.

Usual story - off to see

her boyfriend at New Norcia.

Mmm.

The tracker brought her back.

Ah, yes, Moodoo.

Mr Neal tells me that

your probation period is up,

and that you wish to return to

the Kimberleys, is that right?

Of course, your daughter

is here, isn't she?

There would be no question

of her going.

She would have to stay here

and continue her training.

I think for the time being,

it would be best

for all concerned

if you were to remain here,

Moodoo.

I'd be prepared to consider

your case in a year or so,

but, er, until then...

Now, about those little ones

from Kalgoorlie.

Those babies -

where their mothers?

They got no mothers.

Nobody here got any mothers.

I got mother.

Come on, they're lining up.

Let's go.

(BELL RINGS)

(Whimpers)

(Sobs and whimpers)

(HAUNTING MUSIC)

(Whispers) Bad place.

Make me sick.

These people.

Sick.

Make me sick.

(BELL RINGS)

Come on, make your beds!

Nice and tidy!

If you've already done it,

get to the church now.

Hurry up!

Stop dawdling.

Molly, take the bucket out.

Now, the three of you,

go up to the church.

Come on, you kids,

get up there, you're late!

Hurry up!

Now! Now!

(BELL RINGS)

(THUNDER CRACKS

AND RUMBLES)

Come on, get your things.

We're going!

Where we going?

We're going home, to Mother.

How we gonna get there?

Walk.

We're not going. Are we, Daisy?

We like it here.

That tracker, he's gonna get us

and put us in that room.

They're not gonna get us.

We'll just keep walking.

The rain'll cover our tracks.

We gotta go now.

Come on. Quick.

Come on.

Come on, Gracie. Now.

Too far, Molly.

Hurry up.

(Children sing)

# He made their tiny wings

# All things bright

and beautiful

# All creatures great

and small... #

(DIDGERIDOO PLA YS)

(INTENSE MUSIC)

(KOOKABURRA CALLS)

Come on, let's go!

Irene Barton.

Here.

Ellie Moodoo.

Here.

Molly Craig.

Molly Craig?

Molly Craig?

Gracie Fields.

Daisy Kadibil.

Nina, have you seen

the new girls?

Haven't seen 'em all day, miss.

(LAUGHTER)

(Men speak

Aboriginal language)

(Puffing) Mr...Mr Neville says

you better come real quick.

(Speaks Aboriginal language)

(THUNDER RUMBLES)

(THUNDER CRACKS)

(HORSE NEIGHS)

(Chuckles)

That's two days ago, Mr Neal.

Yes, I understand, but I require

to be kept fully informed.

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