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Rabbit-Proof Fence Script







(Woman speaks

in Aboriginal language)





















That's them.






Molly's the big one.



The little one's

her sister Daisy.



The middle one's

their cousin Gracie.



Well, what about the fathers?



Moved on.






WOMAN: Bring it here.









WOMAN: The next batch.



Nothing out of the ordinary.



There's two applications

for section    ex emptions.



Police reports are there.



William Harris is applying

for permission to marry.



She's half-caste also.



And Mary Wilson's applying



for permission to visit

her child at Moore River.



She's quite agitated.



Oh, and Gladys Phillips



has written for permission

to buy some new shoes.



She had a new pair a year ago.



Er, now, this report

from Constable Riggs



about three little half-caste girls



at the Jigalong fence depot -

Molly, Gracie and Daisy.



The youngest is

of particular concern.



She is promised to a full-blood.



I'm authorising their removal.



They're to be taken to

Moore River as soon as possible.



Oh, and Miss Thomas,



if you could check that the rate

for police transportation



is still, I believe,

eight pence per mile.



Yes, Mr Neville.

Thank you.



(Rings chime)









That country over there,

that's Wongi country.



You can't go there.



You get big trouble.



Yeah, I know.



Where your country?



My country?



Down south.



Long way from here.



Our dad works there

on the rabbit fence.






How far does rabbit fence

go to?



The rabbit-proof fence?



It goes all the way

to the sea down that way.



Right to the top of Australia.



Longest fence in the world.



And all the way

to the sea down that way.



     miles long.



Keeps the rabbits

on that side of the fence.



Keeps the farmland

on this side of the fence.



That Molly's

getting to be a big girl.



Mr Neville's been writing to me

about those girls, you know.






Come on, it's your turn.



Come and get your rations.




Hurry up.












(Women yell)






Come for the three girls,







This is my kids! MINE!



It's the law, Maude.

(Screams) No!



Got no say in it.

No! Mine!



(AII yell)



Move one inch

and I'll lock your mother up!



Neville's their legal guardian.



MOLL Y: Get away from us! Go!









(Cries) Give me back my Daisy!



You sit up and you stay!



I've got the papers, Maude!




Don't take them! No!

You've got no say in it!



(Screams) No!






Hear this - don't move!






Nothing you can do here,

old girl!



(Speaks Aboriginal language)

Nothing you can do.



(Maude screams) Leave them!












(Women wail)



NEVILLE: As you know,

every Aborigine born in this State



comes under my control.



Notice, if you will,

the half-caste child.



And there are

ever-increasing numbers of them.



Now, what is to happen to them?



Are we to allow the creation

of an unwanted third race?



Should coloureds be encouraged

to go back to the black?



Or should they be advanced

to white status



and be absorbed

in the white population?



Now, time and again,

I'm asked by some white man,



"If I marry

this coloured person,



"will our children be black?"



And as Chief Protector

of Aborigines,



it is my responsibility



to accept or reject those marriages.



Here is the answer.



Three generations.



Half-blood grandmother.



Quadroon daughter.



Octoroon grandson.



Now, as you can see,

in the third generation,



or third cross,



no trace of native origin

is apparent.



The continuing

infiltration of white blood



finally stamps out

the black colour.



The Aboriginal

has simply been bred out.






...we come to...



We come to the Moore River

Native Settlement.



Ladies, most of you are familiar

with our work here -



the training of domestic

servants and farm labourers.



I would like to thank you

for your continuing support.



Hundreds of half-caste children



have been gathered up

and brought here



to be given the benefit



of everything

our culture has to offer.



For if we are to fit and train

such children for the future,



they cannot be left as they are.



And, in spite of himself,



the native must be helped.






(Women hum)









Hello, there.



(AII gasp)

(Whispers) A ghost!






Poor dears.



Such a long way.

You must be exhausted.



Come along - I'll take you

straight to the dormitory.



Quickly. It's alright.



Come on.



Down you hop.



Come along.



Follow me.



Come along.



Follow me, please.



That's the way.






Come along.



There's some beds there.



The bucket's in the corner.



Hurry up.






Back to sleep, the rest of you.



No talking.















(Girl shouts) Get up!



All of youse! Make your beds!



Hurry up!



Irene, Cheryl,

stop running around.



Get them blankets tidy.



What's your name?



Where you from?



(AII giggle)

You'll get used to it.



Tracker girl, get that bucket.

Take it out now!



What are you standing there

dreamin' about?



Hurry up!






Get out to breakfast now!



Come on!



Go, all of you!



Come on.



You coming?



Thank you, children.

Ready for our prayers.



Bow your heads.



Eyes closed.



ALL: Thank you

for the food we eat



Thank you

for the world so sweet



Thank you

for the birds that sing



Thank you, God, for everything.



There will be no talking.



(Speaks Aboriginal language)




We'll have no wangka here!



You talk English!



Now eat!



EAT! Or I'll hold your nose

and force it down you!



Here. Keep still.



We've got to scrub you.



Let me see.



Doesn't that feel better?



Yes, Miss Jessop.

Yes, Miss Jessop.



Thank you, Miss Jessop.

Thank you, Miss Jessop.



That is much better.






Take it.



Put these on.



Come on. Get dressed.



This is your new home.

We don't use that jabber here.



You speak English.



(Children sing) # Way down

upon the Swanee river



# Far, far away



# There's where my heart

is turning ever



# There's where

the old folks stay... #



(Whispers) What are they doing?



Singing Mr Devil's

favourite song.






Singing Mr Devil's

favourite song.



Who's that?



The one on the end,

on the chair.



# ...Ionging

for the old plantation



# And for the old folks

at home. #



Very good. Well done.



The following children

will come forward -



Tommy Grant.



This way, Tommy. Here.



Come on. Stand up straight.



Whoo, hold, boy.




What are they doing now?



They checkin'

for the fair ones.






They gotta take them

to Sister Kate's.



They're more clever than us.



They can go to proper school.



Thank you. No.



Molly Craig.



That you.



Molly Craig!

Go on, get up.



Hurry up, they'll whip you.



Molly, come on, dear.

Get up.




Come on, young lady.



They'll put you in the boob,

hurry up.



Come on.



Just Molly, please.



Where you goin'?

Come back here.



Sit down.

Hurry up.






Come along.



It's alright.



That's the way.



Don't be afraid.



Come along.



Come on,

I'm not going to hurt you.






A bit further.



That's it.



It's Molly, isn't it?



I know it all feels

very strange,



but after a few days

you'll feel quite at home.



(Breathes heavily)



We're here to help,



and encourage you

in this new world.



Duty, service, responsibility.



Those are our watchwords.



Molly, keep still.

It's alright, it's alright.



It's alright.









Over here. Sweep it over here.



To the door.



Come on, this way.



Push it towards me.



Eh, tracker's come back.



Eh, tracker girl.



Your dad's bringin' Olive back.



Catched her.






Thank you, Moodoo.

Stand there, young lady.



Did you really think

you'd get away with it?




Now stop that crying.



See what Miss Doyle has here?



Olive, look at me.



You see this here?

The scissors?



Did she run away home?



She ran away

to see her boyfriend.



(Dog yelps)

Come on.



Let's see if those boys

at New Norcia



find you so attractive now.







(Dog yelps)



(Whips Olive repeatedly)

Argh! Argh!



She broke out through here.



Usual story - off to see

her boyfriend at New Norcia.




The tracker brought her back.



Ah, yes, Moodoo.



Mr Neal tells me that

your probation period is up,



and that you wish to return to

the Kimberleys, is that right?



Of course, your daughter

is here, isn't she?



There would be no question

of her going.



She would have to stay here

and continue her training.



I think for the time being,



it would be best

for all concerned



if you were to remain here,




I'd be prepared to consider

your case in a year or so,



but, er, until then...



Now, about those little ones

from Kalgoorlie.



Those babies -

where their mothers?



They got no mothers.



Nobody here got any mothers.



I got mother.



Come on, they're lining up.

Let's go.









(Sobs and whimpers)






(Whispers) Bad place.



Make me sick.



These people.






Make me sick.




Come on, make your beds!



Nice and tidy!



If you've already done it,

get to the church now.



Hurry up!



Stop dawdling.



Molly, take the bucket out.



Now, the three of you,

go up to the church.



Come on, you kids,

get up there, you're late!



Hurry up!



Now! Now!










Come on, get your things.

We're going!



Where we going?



We're going home, to Mother.



How we gonna get there?






We're not going. Are we, Daisy?



We like it here.



That tracker, he's gonna get us

and put us in that room.



They're not gonna get us.



We'll just keep walking.

The rain'll cover our tracks.



We gotta go now.



Come on. Quick.



Come on.



Come on, Gracie. Now.



Too far, Molly.

Hurry up.



(Children sing)

# He made their tiny wings



# All things bright

and beautiful



# All creatures great

and small... #












Come on, let's go!



Irene Barton.




Ellie Moodoo.




Molly Craig.



Molly Craig?



Molly Craig?



Gracie Fields.



Daisy Kadibil.



Nina, have you seen

the new girls?



Haven't seen 'em all day, miss.






(Men speak

Aboriginal language)



(Puffing) Mr...Mr Neville says

you better come real quick.



(Speaks Aboriginal language)















That's two days ago, Mr Neal.



Yes, I understand, but I require

to be kept fully informed.



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...






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.






Shh, shh, shh.



Shh. Shh.






Whoa. Whoa, whoa.



I see...the emu?



No, that's not it.



I see the kangaroo.



Red one.




I don't see nothing.

There's no food here.



I see...

We don't know this place.



How are we going to eat?










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?









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.






You watch out for him, eh?



You think you're so smart.



Where are we?



We're lost.



Jigalong that way.






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.




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?






Got anyone with you?



There you are.



Where are you girls

planning on going?



Cat got your tongue, eh?






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?









Which way now?



That way.



That fence.



Find that rabbit fence,

we go home.



Then we see our mum.







(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."'









It's the fence! It's the fence!

She found it!






Now, the latest sighting

which is four days old is...



The man from the newspaper.

I have nothing more to say!



May I have a look?



Dalwallinu. Yes?












Bunnawarra. Yalgoo.



Dalwallinu, Bunnawarra, Yalgoo.



They're on the fence.



They're following

the rabbit-proof fence.






Just because people use

Neolithic tools, Inspector,



does not mean

they have Neolithic minds.



This makes our task

very much easier.



Look. There's a branch off here

to the west, north of Yalgoo.



Now, you put your man

out here on the fence



and north of this junction.



He can start

to come down it to meet them.



I'll have Moodoo come up

from the south behind them.






We can't miss them.



Where Daisy?



Wait here.



My legs, Molly.



They hurt. I can't walk.



I'll carry you only once,




Come on.



Come on.



Don't think I'm carrying you

all the way.






Camp, Molly.



Damn me.



Where are you girls headed?



Going to Mullewa?



Got family there?



Where Mullewa?









The way you're headed

along the number two fence.



Are there

two rabbit-proof fence?



My oath.



We've got three of them.



We're on the wrong fence.



Where the north fence?



North fence - back that way

where you come from.



You can cut across.



I'll show you.



Number one rabbit fence.



Here's the number two fence.



Now, you're here.



But you want to be here.



Now, if you cut across here...



...you save yourself

    mile or so.



It's not hard.



I'm going back.



I don't have the petrol.









Hey, we're hungry.



Are youse that lot

from Moore River?






What -

you girls walk all that way?









I was there.



Too scared to run away, but.



Everyone was always caught,

stuck in that boob.



Youse got the furtherest.



Where you heading?






WOMAN: Mavis!



Stay here.



I'll come back and get you.



Sleep with me.

I'll get you some food.



Just getting the washing,

Mrs Evans!






Shh! What's that?



There's someone coming.



Quick, quick, into bed.



Hide under the blankets.






(AII gasp)






Go away.

Don't worry about that!



Come on, quick. Get up.

Get up! Come on!



Shh, shh, shh.




Don't go, Molly.



Please don't go.



He come back if you go.



Don't go.



He won't say anything.









Hello, Evans.




Mrs Evans.



Quick! Wake up. Wake up.

You got to go.



Let's have a look.



Out that way. Just keep going.






They were running out over

there about an hour or so ago.



We'll pick up their tracks

in the morning.



I'll make a cup of tea.



That's the tracker.






Yeah, that's him.






Hop on.






I do not expect you

to understand



what I am trying to do

for these people.



But I'll not have my plans




The problem of half-castes

is not simply going to go away.



If it is not dealt with now,



it will fester

for years to come.



These children are that problem.



Please explain

exactly what happened.



I don't know how they did it,

but we lost them.



I had Larsen out there.

Moodoo was with him.



They're making right fools of us.



They are indeed, Inspector.



And the cost is more

than to just our pride.



This department's reputation

is beginning to suffer.



My men have better things to do



than chase your charges

all around the country.






...they're coming

into very rough terrain.



Once they're

much past Meekatharra,



I can't risk any of my men.



Yes, we must find them before

they reach real desert country.



So this is what

we're going to do.



You get your man up there.

Moodoo can join him.



Well up the fence - around here.



Far enough up so we know

we cannot possibly miss them.



And I want them to stay there.



They can set up camp and wait.






Well, we'll just have to bear it.



Their lives may be at stake.



Inspector, I understand

the mother of one of the girls



has gone to Wiluna.



The children are headed

into that country.



I want the word spread.



Let's see what that does.



You wouldn't get me out there.



She's pretty clever, that girl.



She wants to go home.



Good thing

you kids ran into me.



A lot of people

worried for you.



The police are up and down

the country looking for youse.



It's in all the papers.



Which one of you is Gracie?



Are you Gracie?



I hear your mummy in Wiluna.



You can catch a train there

from Meeka.



Come on.



Let's go.



Wiluna - is she at Wiluna?






Come on, Gracie.



Don't listen to him.



He's a liar.



Maybe she there, Molly.



Maybe he telling the truth.






Let's go to Meeka,

catch a train to Wiluna.



If they see us,

they'll catch us.



We can't stop now.



We must keep going.



We're nearly there.



But, Molly, Mummy there.



She at Wiluna.



I want Mummy.



Come on.



Come on, Daisy.



Come on, Daisy.



You have to carry me, Molly.



Hop on.



She not coming.



Don't look back.

Don't look back. She'll come.









You got them?






One for you, one for me

and one for both of us.









Come on, Dais.



We've got to go back for Gracie.






(Men laugh)



What are you going to do -

sell the thing?






I've got her!



I want to get the train

to Mummy!



This is one of them.

She thinks her mummy's there.






Oi! Grab her!









You're not going anywhere.

Now, get in that car now.



Thanks, Jacky.



There will be a shilling

for you back at the station.



I'm taking you back

where you belong.






She gone, Molly?



She not coming back?



Needle in a haystack.



Well, that's it.



Pack your stuff.

We're getting out of here.



They're only paying us

for three weeks.






To Constable Riggs,

Police Station, Nullagine.



The two missing half-caste

girls, Molly and Daisy,



are returning to Jigalong

via the rabbit-proof fence,



our efforts to apprehend them

thus far having come to nought.



I therefore expect them

to arrive in Jigalong



in about a month's time.



In your capacity

as local protector,



you are to proceed to Jigalong

to await their arrival



and effect their recapture.



Yours, etc.






No fence.



I want Mother.



The fence will come back.

































WOMAN: It's coming through now.



"Riggs arrived Jigalong.



"Awaits your instructions."



Yes, there will be a reply.

Please wait.



(Man reads) "Girl is to be sent

south, via Meekatharra,



"to be accompanied

at all times.



"Awaiting notification."






What's all that about?



Just some women's business.



Been going on all day.



Hey, Molly.




That tracker,

he not going to get us now.



Nah, he's not going to get us.






I'm not going to stay here. I can feel it.



They're up to something.



I'm going to go take a look.



(Women sing)



(Man speaks Aboriginal language)



(Women sing)












(Whistles bird call)



(Puffs, giggles)






I lost one... (Sniffs)

...I lost one.









NEVILLE: To Constable Riggs,



Police Station, Nullagine.



At present, we lack the funds



to pursue

the missing half-caste girls,



Molly and Daisy.



I would ask



to be kept informed

of their whereabouts,



so that at some future date,

they may indeed be...recovered.



We face an uphill battle

with these people...



...especially the bush natives,



who have to be protected

against themselves.



If they would only understand



what we are trying to do

for them.



Yours, etc.



Thank you.











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