(Reporter Mumbles) Even if they are listening, I don’t care. Mark will never come back. They just keep renewing his detention, One day he will be “shot while escaping from Lawful custody” Some uniformed prick will say “ I felt threatened for my life” and that will be that. Wont make the news. Just us here will hear through the grapevine, or they will drop off a jar with some gray ash and his name on a tag. Who knows or cares whether its him. They don’t. Scoop us up, piss us off. We don’t count.

(Reporter Mumbles) Might as well, I guess. I cant see a future. Just a locked gate. A locked damned gate. If I could I would blow myself up in their fat smug faces, not for God, not for anything. Just to smear the bastards with some of my real, starved Australian blood. Same as theirs, red. Watch their stupid, feral faces, I wish. What will they say when the kids say why did she do that? Who bloody cares. That’s the point they just don’t bloody care and have no idea Screw them.

(Reporter Mumbles)

Go now. Go on. If you can find anyone to listen. Good luck. As far as I can see there is no “Free world” left. (sfx siren, tyres, running feet, smashing door) Oh no, oh god. Not again.

**Silence**

Girl sits back at table as in opening scene, “lawyer” sits beside her, the lights pick out a back scene with a tribunal scene of 3 – 5 judges dressed in the French or German style.

It went on like that for ages. Arrested, let go. Arrested. Just to keep me frightened. Keep me quiet. Then one day the reporter came back. With a friend. Asked if I wanted to leave. I didn’t, even tho Michaels “remains” – dust – had been delivered by then. I wanted my kids. Even tho I knew they were somewhere else, in another family. I wanted them. They were part of us. And we hadn’t done anything wrong.

The reporter said he wanted to tell my story, and he couldn’t with me still being here. So I left with him. And now I’m here. Pleading with you to let me stay. I am a genuine refugee. If I get sent back I will certainly disappear , like so many others. (Pause)

Please, good people of the tribunal, let me stay. I will always respect the Free Republic of Kahiki, please. I have no children now, no partner but I desperately want what we have all been denied. An honourable future in peace and harmony.