Storm Boy Page #2

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Storm Boy.

You learn something.

Did you ever go to school,

Fingerbone?

Mission school.

Can you tell what it says?

Erm, that fellow

have to fight.

He gets beaten.

Can you read that?

That's a...

P.

And what's this?

That's a M.

And that?

What is it?

What's it make all together?

June, 1743...

Was large...

Battle in which...

King of England

fought in...

Person.

The French lost

6,000 men.

The English, about

3,000.

(WHISPERS) Fingerbone...

Look.

Wait.

(LATCHES PIN)

(GASPS)

He's dead, all right.

Why is he still moving?

Spirit.

(PELICAN CALLING)

That's it.

The birds are going

back tomorrow.

About time they did.

(ENGINE RUNNING)

(FLOCK CHIRPING IN DISTANCE)

(BIRDS SQUAWKING)

(SQUAWKING CONTINUES)

Mr. Proud! (ECHOING)

Mr. Ponder! (ECHOING)

Mr. Percival! (ECHOING)

They'll be all right,

Storm Boy.

Pelican proper number one

special bird.

(CHUCKLES)

He's got good brains.

Like you.

Mike?

Mike!

Mike!

Come on, have your dinner.

There's no use fretting, son.

Didn't know you'd be

upset that much.

Anyway, wild things

should be free.

(PELICAN CALLING)

He's come back,

dad, he's come back!

Mr. Percival's come back!

(GIGGLES)

- (MIKE LAUGHING)

- (MR. PERCIVAL CALLING)

(MR. PERCIVAL CALLS)

This is where

Mr. Percival went, see?

What's that, Storm Boy?

- It's a pelican sister.

- Right.

(CALLING)

(GIGGLING)

(GIGGLING)

(SQUAWKING)

Oh, you're clever,

Mr. Percival, you're terrific.

Dad!

Want to see

what Mr. Percival can do?

(CHUCKLES)

I learned him, see?

Taught.

Taught him.

Reckon he could

help you fish.

He'll bring back anything.

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

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