Rabbit-Proof Fence Page #4

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Thank you. Goodbye.

Those three girls,

they've run off.

Oh, dear.

Probably the older one.

I wondered when I saw her.

Too much of their mind...

...unfathomable.

The tracker's onto it.

In the meantime, it must be

kept out of the papers.

No rain, tracker gonna get us.

Tracker's not gonna get us.

Come on.

We gotta keep going.

Come on, Gracie.

Daisy, give me your bag.

Give us your bag, quick.

Give us it!

Hurry up!

In the water, in the water.

We need to cover our tracks.

(DIDGERIDOO PLA YS)

Shh, shh, shh.

Shh. Shh.

Shh.

Whoa. Whoa, whoa.

I see...the emu?

No, that's not it.

I see the kangaroo.

Red one.

No.

I don't see nothing.

There's no food here.

I see...

We don't know this place.

How are we going to eat?

Shh!

(MEN'S VOICES)

Run!

Quick, hide. Come on.

Ask them, Molly.

Ask them for something to eat.

Hey, you from

that Moore River place, eh?

We're going home.

Where your country?

Jigalong.

Jigalong?

Proper long way.

Do you know what you're doing?

That tracker

from Moore River...

...he pretty good.

I heard he get them runaways

all the time.

You've got to be good

to beat him.

He'll take you back

to that place.

Here.

You watch out for him, eh?

You think you're so smart.

Where are we?

We're lost.

Jigalong that way.

North.

The tracker followed them

to this riverbank

but lost their tracks

in the water about a week ago.

There's been no sign

of them since.

Three little half-castes.

We're talking

quite a few man hours here.

Who's going to pay for it?

There's very little money

in my departmental budget.

I'm hoping your men can combine

this with their regular duties.

We'll be able to handle

all the notifications,

posting police stations, farms...

We'll provide a description.

But if my men make trips

outside their duties,

it's an impost

on your department, Mr Neville.

If your men are on other jobs,

there is no extra expense.

I see that, Mr Neville.

Every one of your men

has a role as local protector.

My men will do their jobs,

Mr Neville.

Now, a week ago, you said.

Yes.

Hey, Maude.

Your girls have gone.

What did you say?

They've run away

from Moore River.

They're gone.

Everybody's looking for them.

And what do you think

you might be up to?

Thieving my eggs, eh?

You come out here

where I can see you.

Come on. Stand up.

Out you come.

And get rid of that bread.

It's filthy.

You want something to eat,

you ask for it.

Come on.

I'm not going to bite you.

Are you on your own?

Hmm?

Got anyone with you?

There you are.

Where are you girls

planning on going?

Cat got your tongue, eh?

(RADIO PLA YS SOFTL Y)

Now get!

Go on.

And watch out for those boys

further along.

They go out hunting rabbits

along the fence.

That rabbit-proof fence?

Yes, the rabbit-proof fence.

Where that rabbit fence?

East.

(HAUNTING SOUNDSCAPE)

Which way now?

That way.

That fence.

Find that rabbit fence,

we go home.

Then we see our mum.

(HAUNTING

ABORIGINAL SINGING)

(Reads) "The Chief Protector of

Aborigines, Mr A.O. Neville..."

ALL:
The devil!

"...is concerned

about three native girls

"ranging from eight

to fourteen years of age

"who a month ago

"ran away from the Moore River

Native Settlement."

(AII cheer)

"He would be grateful

if any person...who saw them

"would notify him...promptly.

""We have been searching

high and low for the children

""for a month past,'

added Mr Neville.

""And all the trace we found

of them was a dead rabbit."'

(DESOLATE SOUNDSCAPE)

(Whistles)

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