"STORM BOY" "You can throw that in the rubbish." "What is it?" "Radio." "We don't want it, son." "Why don't we keep the radio, Dad?" "Could have some music, couldn't we?" "What are you doing here, boy?" "You pinching something?" "Know what happens when little fella tell lies?" "Spirit man come at night" "And take him away!" "Sit down!" "And do some talking." "Got a gun." "A big one, Dad." "Might start killing things." "Can you find the place again?" "He's a big fellow, Dad." "People aren't allowed to live on the reserve." "Come up now, Dad." "Sure this is the spot?" "That's where he had the boat." "Under that tree." "Where is it now?" "Where's the fire?" "Was over there." "It was!" "That's where he grabbed me!" "Honest, Dad." "Where you going?" "Just outside." "Come here." "It's time we had a talk, son." "I want you to grow up honest." "Now, lying's about as low as a man can get." "It's the coward's way of getting what he's after." "You've gotta learn you can't have everything you want." "The radio will tell you, you need this and that and a thousand other things." "You want more and more, so you'll end up chasing a lot of rubbish." "You got to trust me, son." "Why do we live here?" "Because it's the best place there is." "Watch where you're shooting, there's people out here!" "Hey, who's that?" "Are you coming out or do I have to come in and get you?" "Well, come on, let's get out of here, eh?" "You coming, boy?" "See if they hit something." "Morning!" " Morning." "What have you got today?" "Cockles and mullet." "Could you spare us a couple of mullet?" "Ah, good." "How much do you want for them?" "Oh, you can pay me on the way back." "What's your name?" "Storm Boy." "You run like a black fella!" "Like the wind." "I am Fingerbone Bill." "You live here with your people?" "Just my dad." "Mama's dead." "Lonely place." "I don't mind." "Got a big fright." "All that shooting going on." "Think the old ones will find them?" "Big blow coming up tonight." "You kill pelican," "The sky comes up with a storm." "Come on, there's more." "Dad?" "You gone out of your mind?" "What are they doing here?" "Come on, what's the story?" "There was two men shooting pelicans." "I thought I told you to keep away from shooters." "Well, go on." "They shot the old ones, Dad." "Plenty of other birds there to feed them." "They'd have died!" "All rubbish." "They would!" "Do you know how much they eat?" " I'll catch fish for them." "Couldn't catch enough for pelicans." " Yes, I can." "Anyway, you wouldn't know how to feed them." "Yeah, I do." "Fingerbone showed me." "Who?" "Fingerbone." "Well, who on earth is that?" "You better tell me, son." "That man I saw yesterday." "Is he still around, is he?" "Well, you can't leave them there." "Put them in a box." "Long time ago," "All the men were animals." "First Kurnai man" "Was a pelican." "He came long way," "Long, long way, from the hills." "Carry a bark canoe" "On his head." "And, he goes and he goes and he goes and he goes and he goes." "Hear tut-tut-tut, sound like knocking." "Looks here," "Looks there." "Where's the tut-tut coming from?" "Comes to a river," "Put down the canoe." "What's inside?" "A musk duck." "Musk duck sit there, goes tut-tut-tut all the time." "Pelican happy," "Marries duck," "Start Kurnai people." "Morning, Tom." " Frank." "Er, Tom, meet Miss Walker, the new teacher at Goolwa Primary School." "This is Tom Kingsley, Miss Walker." "How do you do?" "How do you do?" "Shall we go inside?" "Yeah." "Well, you must be Mike." "What have you got there?" "Three chick pelicans." "Besides, the parents were killed by shooters, on the reserve." "When?" "You'll have a job on your hands, to bring them up." "How old are they, Mike?" "They're three weeks, I'd say." "This one looks a bit smaller." "He was sick." " Is he better now?" "Have they got names?" "Tell me." "This is Mr. Proud, Mr. Ponder," "And he's Mr. Percival." "Well, I best be going." "Could I have a word with you, before you go, please, Mr. Kingsley?" "What about?" " Your son's education." "I believe the former teacher came to see you" "About six months ago about correspondence lessons." "That's right." "And, you haven't done anything about them, have you?" "Not yet." "Every child has a right to an education." "How old is he?" " Ten." "Can he read and write, add, subtract?" "I have a new application form here." "Mike's a bright kid, Tom." "He deserves a chance." "He's learning all he needs to know." "Sit down." "I got present for you." "Still a bit wet." "Good, eh?" "You like it?" "Where did you find it?" "Washed up." "Can you read?" "No, but I'm going to have lessons." "You got good brains, 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." "Fingerbone..." "Look." "Wait." "He's dead, all right." "Why is he still moving?" "Spirit." "That's it." "The birds are going back tomorrow." "About time they did." "Mr. Proud!" "Mr. Ponder!" "Mr. Percival!" "They'll be all right, Storm Boy." "Pelican proper number one special bird." "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." "He's come back, dad, he's come back!" "Mr. Percival's come back!" "This is where Mr. Percival went, see?" "What's that, Storm Boy?" "It's a pelican sister." " Right." "Oh, you're clever, Mr. Percival, you're terrific." "Dad!" "Want to see what Mr. Percival can do?" "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." "Mr. Percival?" "Let's go!" "Mr. Percival?" "Storm Boy, Storm Boy!" "You all right?" "Proper devil, drink too much." "What's going on?" "You Fingerbone, eh?" " Yeah!" "I saw them heading this way, but I was Too far out." "He scared him good and proper." "The name is Tom." "Hide-Away Tom?" "Yeah." "Thanks." "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." "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?" "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." "You'll have to learn to keep your mouth shut, won't you?" "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?" "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." "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?" "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?" "Where will you go, if you shift from here?" "Go walk about." "That's what I'd do." "If I was on my own I'd like that." "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." " 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." "Mike!" "Mike?" "Mike!" "Come back!" "Hold on!" "What are you doing here?" "What's wrong?" "You on your own?" "Come on, come on inside." "Well, I suppose I better ring the ranger, so we can tell your father." "He'd be worried." "Go on, eat it." "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 and a little bit vague and he loved animals." "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?" "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." "Goodbye, Mike." "See you soon." "You'll have to do something about his lessons." "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." "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." "See that?" "Will you two hurry up?" "Are you staying with us?" "Where's Mr. Percival?" "I don't know." "Better grab some sleep." "Don't know what the night's gonna be." "Big blow, all right?" "Quick!" "Come on out there." "Come on." " Why?" "Help!" "We need to help." "Line's the only hope." "Long way!" "Mr. Percival, he can do it." "He can take out line." "Come here." "Mr. Percival." "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." "Go on, Mr. Percival, you can do it." "Go on." "Take it to the boat." "Go on to the boat." "That's right." "Take it to the boat." "Just a bit further." "Back right out." "That's right, Mr. Percival." "Keep going." " Yeah, go on." "Go on." "Go on." "You can do it." "Go on." " Go on." "Further!" "Come here." " Come on." "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." "Go!" "Sorry to put you out like this." "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." "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?" "Ask my son." "He did it." "You must have a way with animals." "The whole thing's a miracle." "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." "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." "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?" "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." "Don't think I would, either." "Reckon I'll stay here with you." "Hey, Mr. Percival." "No..." "Mr. Percival!" "Mr. Percival!" "No!" "No!" "Don't shoot!" "No!" "What the hell!" "Get out of the way, you stupid kid!" "Mr. Percival." " You'll get hurt." "Mr. Percival." "Mr. Percival." "Mr. Percival." "They've shot Mr. Percival." "Mr. Percival." "Mr. Percival." "Mr. Percival." "Mr. Percival." "Mr. Percival." "Mr. Percival." "Going to Goolwa in the morning." "Would you like to come?" "If he'd been killed, you would have found him." "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." "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." "We gotta stick together," "Don't we?" "Storm Boy, Storm Boy." "I want to show you something." "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." "Perhaps, Mr. Percival." "Starting all over again." "Bird like him, never die."