Ricky Baker:
We'll just tell them you were looking after me.
Hec:
Doesn't matter what you tell them, they won't believe you. They'll think I made you do it. I'm not going back to jail, I'm better off up here. This is no place for a kid. You're gonna have to go back, Ricky.
Ricky Baker:
To what?
Hec:
To the welfare people.
Ricky Baker:
No!
Hec:
They'll look after you.
Ricky Baker:
No, they won't!
Hec:
They'll find you another home, you'll be fine.
Ricky Baker:
You're not listening! Nobody listens! There's no more homes, just juvy!
Hec:
What's juvy?
Ricky Baker:
Juvenile prison. They don't care about kids like me, they just keep moving us around until something happens like... Amber.
Hec:
Oh no, bugger then. Okay, okay. We're in about a million hectares of bush, that's big, it's big enough to hide in for a while, anyway.
Ricky Baker:
Good enough for me.
Hec:
But we're heading into winter. It's gonna be rough, no huts, no tents, real bush life. Can you handle that?
Ricky Baker:
I can handle it.
Hec:
Yeah. And if you play up, I dump you.
Ricky Baker:
Okay, Uncle.
Hec:
I'd still prefer if you don't call me Uncle.
Ricky Baker:
Okay, Hec. So what do we do now?
Hec:
We run.
[They run for a few seconds, then stop out of breathe]
Hec:
Wait, wait wait. Maybe we don't need to run.
Ricky Baker:
Oh yeah, let's just fast walk.
