Storm Boy Page #3

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I don't know.

(RAINING)

Better grab some sleep.

Don't know what

the night's gonna be.

Big blow, all right?

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

Quick! Come on out there.

- Come on.

- Why?

(SHOUTING FROM DISTANCE)

MAN:
Help!

We need to help.

Line's the only hope.

- Long way!

- (PELICAN CALLING)

MIKE:
Mr. Percival,

he can do it.

He can take out line.

Come here. Mr. Percival.

(INDISTINCT SHOUTING)

(THUNDER CRACKING)

Go on, Mr. Percival.

Take it. Go on, Mr. Percival.

Go on.

Go on. Take it to the boat.

Take it to the boat.

Go on. You can do it.

MIKE:
Go on, Mr. Percival,

you can do it.

TOM:
Go on.

MIKE:
Take it

to the boat.

TOM:
Go on to the boat.

MIKE:
That's right.

Take it to the boat.

Just a bit further.

- Back right out.

- MIKE:
That's right,

Mr. Percival.

- Keep going.

- TOM:
Yeah, go on.

MIKE:
Go on.

Go on.

You can do it.

TOM:
Go on.

MIKE:
Go on.

Further!

- Come here.

- Come on.

(INDISTINCT)

Come on out here.

Quick.

I knew you could

do it, Mr. Percival.

I knew you could.

You're really great.

All right, go on, hang onto

the side of the boat.

Hang on.

All right now,

put this over you.

(SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY)

Go!

- Sorry to put

you out like this.

- TOM:
That's all right.

I really thought this was it.

The end, if you know

what I mean.

- Milk and sugar,

help yourselves.

- Just black, thanks.

MAN 1:

I just don't understand it.

Uncanny, how it happened.

I mean, the storm

came from nowhere.

Just don't understand it.

If we hadn't flushed

the rudder.

How on earth did you

train that bird?

TOM:
Ask my son. He did it.

You must have

a way with animals.

(CHUCKLES)

The whole thing's a miracle.

MAN 2:
Gonna make headlines.

Absolutely.

"Pelican saves four lives."

And when he's dead,

he can go on a glass case

in the museum

For everyone to see him.

We'd like to show

our appreciation.

- Well, no need for that.

- No, no...

- We want too.

- Of course,

you saved four lives.

- It's gotta be

worth something.

- We don't want money.

What about a loan?

You can buy a proper house.

Send the boy to a good school.

Look, don't say anything now.

FINGERBONE:
I've been

thinking something.

You take what they offer you.

You send Mike to school.

Big proper, number one school.

Boarding school?

Costs too much money.

Business fellas

got plenty money.

- They wanted to do it.

- TOM:
Don't think

he'd like to go.

Wouldn't mind going

to school at Goolwa.

Sometimes.

Oh, that's too far, Mike.

You couldn't live there.

It's not a boarding school.

Do they lock you up

at boarding school?

No. Don't think so.

Can I come and see

Mr. Percival sometimes?

And me,

when you get holidays.

How often is that?

TOM:
Well, three times a year,

I think.

Would you be all right

without me?

Can't think of myself

all the time, can I?

Don't know what to do.

What do you think?

Wish you could come along.

Then, you mightn't like it.

- (CALLING)

- Don't think I would, either.

Reckon I'll stay here

with you.

Hey, Mr. Percival.

(GUNSHOTS)

No...

Mr. Percival!

Mr. Percival!

No! No!

Don't shoot! No!

What the hell!

Get out of the way,

you stupid kid!

MIKE:
Mr. Percival.

HUNTER:
You'll get hurt.

(GUNSHOT)

(GUNSHOT)

Mr. Percival.

Mr. Percival.

Mr. Percival.

They've shot Mr. Percival.

Mr. Percival.

Mr. Percival.

Mr. Percival.

Mr. Percival.

Mr. Percival.

Mr. Percival.

(THUNDER RUMBLING)

(CALLING)

(WIND HOWLING)

(THUNDER RUMBLING)

Going to Goolwa

in the morning.

Would you like to come?

If he'd been killed,

you would have found him.

(THUNDER RUMBLING)

Reckon he's looking around

to stay on his own.

Find a wife, you know.

He might have got

sick of shooters,

gone where he's safe.

(MIKE SOBBING)

How'd you like it

if the two of us moved

to Goolwa?

To live, I mean.

Ask if they're buying

the service station.

I thought I'd write

to these three blokes.

See if they'll

lend me the cash

to make a start.

(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)

We gotta stick together,

Don't we?

Storm Boy, Storm Boy.

I want to show you something.

(WHISTLING)

Yesterday, I went

and went and went.

Found dead pelican.

- Was it him?

- Yes.

I pick him up...

And I bury him.

Show you something else,

Storm Boy.

(PELICAN CALLING)

FINGERBONE:

Perhaps, Mr. Percival.

Starting all over again.

Bird like him, never die.

(PELICANS SQUAWKING)

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