Storm Boy Page #2

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Reckon he could carry

a line out to you,

no worries.

Is that a fact?

I'll come fishing

with you, Dad.

No, you won't,

late as it is.

But I can help you,

I know how.

(CALLING)

(VEHICLE APPROACHING)

(MR. PERCIVAL CALLING)

(TAPPING)

(MR. PERCIVAL CALLING)

Mr. Percival?

(VEHICLE APPROACHING)

RACERS:
Yee-haw!

(SHOUTING INDISTINCTLY)

(SHOUTING CONTINUES)

- (GUNSHOT)

- (BULB SHATTERING)

MAN:
Let's go!

Mr. Percival?

FINGERBONE:
Storm Boy,

Storm Boy!

You all right?

- Proper devil, drink too much.

- (MR. PERCIVAL CALLING)

TOM:
What's going on?

- You Fingerbone, eh?

- Yeah!

TOM:
I saw them

heading this way, but I was

Too far out.

MIKE:
He scared him

good and proper.

The name is Tom.

Hide-Away Tom?

Yeah.

Thanks.

FINGERBONE:
Good boy,

your son.

You lucky man.

Yeah.

Do you like him?

Well, he seems all right.

He's my friend.

You've been seeing a lot

of him, have you?

- Where?

- In the reserve.

Let's have a look

at the damage.

(HAMMERING)

- Tom.

- Frank.

Looks like you had

some trouble?

What gives you that idea?

I caught up those blokes

near the south lagoon.

You'll be lying a complaint,

willful damage?

Now, what's the use,

won't fix all this, will it?

I say you shot at them.

What if I did?

Well, there's a law against

guns in the Coorong.

When's is it gonna be

one against lunatics

and buggers?

After they've

ruined the Coorong

And they've churned up

every blade of grass?

Yeah, you could have

killed someone!

Yeah, so could have they!

Your job to keep them out.

Ha-ha, well that's

easier said than done.

Didn't know

you even had a gun.

Can I see the license, Tom?

Dad didn't shoot.

He didn't.

Well, who did?

Oh, come on, son,

out with it.

- Fingerbone.

- Fingerbone?

The black fella?

He just shot at light,

that's all.

Yeah, what if he'd missed,

hit a man instead?

Hold on to this.

He a friend of yours?

Oh, then you'll know

where to find him,

won't you?

(ENGINE RUNNING)

FRANK:
How much further?

Well, where to now?

Do you mean to tell me

you've lost your way?

Never, you know the Coorong

better than anyone.

You don't want to get

your friend into trouble, eh?

If you should run into him

before I do,

You tell him what I said,

no more shooting.

(STARTS ENGINE)

(MR. PERCIVAL CALLING)

You'll have to learn

to keep your mouth shut,

won't you?

(FINGERBONE CHIPPING STICK)

I've just come to tell you

there's trouble brewing.

The ranger wants to see you

about the gun.

Er, yeah, there's

a law against people

shacking the sanctuary.

- He might tell you to move on.

- This country belong to him?

TOM:
Maybe not,

the law says you can't stay.

White fellas law!

You could move in with us.

Couldn't he, Dad?

I like it here.

Brought you something.

- Proper big one, eh?

- Sure.

Dad catched it.

- Caught!

- Caught.

No need to make a song

and dance about it, son.

Proper number one tucker,

this.

TOM:
Got him

by the river mouth.

Why don't you stay,

help me eat.

He cooks good, Dad.

Storm Boy like

plateful of taka.

Storm Boy, is that you, is it?

(BIRDS CHIRPING)

You tribal land around here?

I belong Kurnai people.

You know good heat, don't you?

Fingerbone used to

drive cattle, didn't you?

Dad had a petrol station.

That wasn't mine.

Just a little, that's all.

Mum and me used to come

and watch him work sometimes.

That was a long time ago.

She'd like it here,

wouldn't she, Dad?

Don't you think you done

enough talking, son?

TOM:
Where will you go,

if you shift from here?

FINGERBONE:
Go walk about.

TOM:
That's what I'd do.

If I was on my own

I'd like that.

FINGERBONE:

No good on your own?

You seem to like it.

No.

Why are you here,

why aren't you

with your tribe?

Old man would kill me.

- They point the bone at me.

- TOM:
Why?

I brought the law.

Tribal law.

Law of my people.

Single woman

Might have come to me.

Where's she now?

In city.

White fellows' woman now.

Best thing is to love

no one, Fingerbone.

Always end up getting hurt.

I...left my wife.

Wonder sometimes now

if I done the right thing

by the boy?

Perhaps I should have

stuck it out at him,

gone off on my own,

Left him with her.

Things might have

worked out different.

Kids need a mother anyway.

(SQUAWKING)

(SQUAWKING)

(CALLING)

(BIRDS SQUAWKING LOUDLY)

(KIDS CHATTING INDISTINCTLY)

(INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS)

Mike!

Mike?

Mike!

Come back!

Hold on!

(PANTING)

What are you doing here?

What's wrong?

You on your own?

(BELL RINGING)

Come on,

come on inside.

(SIGHS)

Well, I suppose

I better ring the ranger,

so we can tell your father.

He'd be worried.

Go on, eat it.

(SIGHS)

Mmm, it's cheese,

so hope you like it.

Why'd you leave, Mike?

Is there anybody else,

Any other relatives

apart from your father

I can tell?

My mother, but I don't know

where she lives.

You don't know?

No, but I'm going to find her.

Hey, how are your pelicans?

Just got the one now,

Mr. Percival.

And so Percival was

all of those things.

And he was gentle

and humble

(CHUCKLING)

and a little bit vague

and he loved animals.

- (KNOCKING ON DOOR)

- Yes, come in.

Hello, Mr. Kingsley.

Um, won't be a minute.

Well, anyway, so Percival

Met up with, uh,

two other knights.

And one day as they were

standing on the shore

of a great sea,

They saw the Holy Grail.

It was on the deck of a ship,

laden with treasure.

Did they swim out and get it?

WALKER:
Yes, well,

they did finally manage

to get hold of the cup,

But it's a long story

and I'll tell you

some other time.

Perhaps when Mike comes

to visit us again.

Come on, Mike.

Now the rest of you can

draw pelicans

And in silence, please.

Well, thanks,

the Ranger told me he'd run.

He was looking for his mother.

- Come on, let's go.

- Not going home.

What's that?

I'm not going home.

Maybe you should call her.

Well, if there's anything

else, um, I can do,

I'll be inside.

Well, thanks.

WALKER:
Goodbye, Mike.

See you soon.

You'll have to do something

about his lessons.

(CLOSES DOOR)

What's the matter, son?

Come on,

what's all this about?

You always told me

my mum is dead.

Well, she is, Mike.

You told Fingerbone

you left her.

She was killed

in a car crash, son.

After I took you away.

Sorry.

Come on, let's go home.

We miss you, Storm Boy.

We all miss you.

Your dad, me,

Mr. Percival.

He's been looking

for you everywhere.

See you back at the boat.

You staying with us,

Fingerbone?

Maybe one day. Not now.

You're dad, really worried.

Look for you whole night.

(ENGINE RUNNING)

Are you coming or not?

All right,

what's your hurry anyway?

No he's right.

We better get moving

if we're gonna catch the tide.

(PELICAN CALLS)

See that?

Will you two hurry up?

(ENGINE STARTING)

(ENGINE RUNNING)

(MOTORBOAT APPROACHING)

(SINGING IN NATIVE LANGUAGE)

(THUNDER RUMBLING)

(THUNDER RUMBLING)

Are you staying with us?

(THUNDER RUMBLING)

(WIND HOWLING)

Where's Mr. Percival?

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