Gazza, you don't think someone here, one of us...?
What? Did that?
Mate, piss off!
So, you're pregnant.
Yvgeny, the officials...
Nobody wants this.
Hello, you've reached Mt. Lawley Family Planning Centre.
We're sorry we can't take your call...
Got us out of the office.
Not me.
I'm thinking what the hell is Wayne up to.
Stubborn as he is stupid as he is suss.
Now I have to find Bob's "Malaysian bloke."
He knows someone at the refugee camp. Bob gave him our money.
He's a liar. A crook.
It's your dream, not mine.
- What is then? - I don't know...
Bowie, music.
-Uncle Adam warned me. - What?
That you’d bow down to ’em.
To keep my job. To keep the roof over our head.
- That's what they did to us. - Time to go, mate.
You haven't told her yet, have you?
- Listen, George. - Fuck.
95 FM. The best of the West never sounded better.
The North American Defence Centre
said this Yank Skylab space station is plunging to Earth.
But no-one knows where the damn thing is going to land.
Well, you say that, Pete, but we've a young Perth woman on the line
who claims to know exactly where Skylab is coming down.
Tilly! Are you listening to this?
Okay, so, Tilly, where is this thing going to hit?
-Perth, Mal. -I’m Pete. He’s Mal.
- Let's get the names right. -Perth, Pete. In about a week.
Tilly?
NASA and the folks in Canberra
don't seem to know where Skylab will fall, what makes you so clever?
I've been working with a professor on this, we applied linear regression.
The results give a 95 percent confidence interval of it landing near Perth.
Tilly?
Uh, Skylab will create a debris field 100 miles wide
and a 1000 miles long.
Okay, Tilly, I mean, aren’t you being just a touch alarmist?
What? That in a week your audience will be zero?
Ouch! Oh, Tilly! All gloom and doom this morning.
No, uh, just... science, Mal.
Yeah, I'm Pete. I know.
Well, it appears we've lost Tilly there...
Hey, while you're in there...
...have a shower, we've got school.
...thanks to our budding scientist there, but don’t panic people.
Come on, sweetie. You were great, they're just...
Idiots. Arrogant, stupid men.
Well, there’s a few of them about.
Come on, get ready. I'll drop you at school.
You know what? If we're lucky maybe we can run over
a breakfast DJ on the way.
Did you hear that? Tilly, that was nuts!
No! School. Now!
- Waves. Me. Surfing. See ya! - No. Not.
But there's a surf comp’ tour that I wanna enter. I have to practise.
Look, I've told you.
You quit school for college or a job, that’s it.
Tell you what,
why don't you get ready?
We're gonna try the job option today.
You're almost as good as Poppy.
When she's got her roller skates on.
Oh, bugger off!
- You're good at this. -Ta.
Don't let anyone tell you different, yeah?
Does Rocco know you're taking his daughter to the deb?
I don't think Rocco knows much about what Poppy or Rose get up to.
I don't think he cares.
Oh, he'll care if some Black kid
turns up with this daughter on the dance floor.
Listen, I've got to rehearse too.
"I'm honoured to be asked to come on air and talk with you.
"I've lived in Scarborough for 20 years and listened to this station.
"The coastal suburb of Scarborough was..."
But you don't have to do this, right?
It's all right.
It's just a natter about how I become a teacher.
I don't even have to show my face.
You can come along.
Really?
And do they wanna know what you’ve really been through?
Or what, Nan?
Hey, you've gotta tell them the truth.
Don't let anyone tell you any different. Yeah?
Leave it. You can't change the past.
Yeah?
But Mum reckons we should never forget it.
Could've told us the truth about Bob.
Man, he seemed all right.
- He could've even... - What's with the bullseye on my bedsheet?
What?
Me? No, no.
- That's weird. -Hmm.
No temple?
You all right?
- Binh will be late for school. -Where is he?
But you're okay?
I don't know.
I thought maybe this time with Bob's contact and all that money...
That we’d have something to show for.
Someone.
You'll be late.
How big is it? This Skylab?
It's a bit hard to find an earthbound thing to compare it with.
But as it was when it was launched, as is now that it's in orbit...
...and as it will be when it falls out of that orbit,
hits the Earth's atmosphere...
You have already told your superior,
so why must you keep us locked up in here?
Because he told me to deal with it.
So only three of us know.
We cannot afford for anyone to see that.
Five days... we'll be gone.
Our story goes back to 1973, the beginning of Skylab's...
- Yes, how can I help you? - Yvgeny, open the door, please.
Svetlana has missed three call times already.
- I'd like to see her, please. - Not possible, she's still sick, you see.
She's asleep now.
I have 75 girls to look after, and I'm spending all my time on Svetlana!
I... I'm sorry, but cannot be helped.
Miss Adelaide?
We get drunk again. You flirt. I smile.
It... It will fix all this? No?
Tell Svetlana, if she misses today's ball gown parade,
she will be disqualified!
You cannot do that, she's the representative of the Soviet...
We can. And we will!
And you are appalling at flirting.
What do we do now?
We could get Mick to help.
He knows a dressmaker that can help...
hide this.
Mick’s business is selling stories like this. He cannot know.
He already knows.
- You told him! Why? - Yvgeny, it's all right. We can trust him.
Just let me call him, huh?
What choice do we have?
Hmm. Nice to see you up.
Update, your eldest daughter has locked herself in the bathroom
and I don't have time to wait around for that
because I am running late for work.
Besides, it doesn't matter, it's all gonna be over in a week.
Life, the universe, the lot...
...apparently. Just ask Tilly.
- Tilly, hurry up. You're gonna be late. - You've got a mystery package.
Do you have a secret admirer, Dad?
And, uh, this one's coming to work with me today.
- Come on. - Go get the bastards, Mia.
Tilly.
Tilly, unlock this door.
Mm-hmm.
What are you doing?
What do you think?
This is the safest place in the house.
Tilly.
Walls and pipes.
- Sweetheart. -It’s true.
When Cyclone Tracey hit Darwin, this... this is where people survived.
- Tilly, you've got school. - No one is taking this seriously.
We have to get ready. We’ll only get a couple of hours warning.
Now you listen to me, young lady.
We'll... We’ll kill each other in here before Skylab gets us.
Come with me.
I've got an idea.
Come on.
This way, keep up.
That...
is our shelter.
- What? Do you think he's onto us? - No, he’s not clever enough.
Ta-da!
You do realize you can get three years hard labour for that?
Are you sure you want to do this?
No.
But don’t want to do another round of redundancies either.
So we need to get in there, figure out what the hell he's up to.
Find out why he’s trying to block us from fixing this.
I'm so done with being the Angel of Death.
Girls!
Hey, look.
Do it.
An old speeding ticket.
A warning from the tax office.
A threatening letter from an ex-girlfriend.
Does Wayne do business overseas?
Wayne? He thinks Sydney is a foreign country.
Japan? Maybe? He’s never mentioned it.
You know what, this looks like a contract.
Know any Japanese interpreters?
Thanks for this, Dad.
We do what we have to. To stay safe.
Where did you learn to do this?
Here and there.
When you were in the army?
Does it matter?
You reckon this is deep enough?
Dad? Dad?
Hey? No. Keep digging.
I’m telling you. Sandy will have Svetlana ready for tonight's event.
- Yeah. But can she keep secret? - Yeah, you can trust her.
You said she is Vietnamese?
South?
Anti-communist?
Mate, I was there for two years. I didn’t care what they were,
as long as they weren’t anti-me.
This cannot go wrong.
What’s it gonna be like for Svetlana, returning home as a single mum?
Why you care?
The State helped to look after my boy. Be same for Svetlana and her baby.
Don’t worry. We will hide your baby.
You have been here a few years?
In Australia.
And Vietnam, you just...
left?
We paid someone all we had to be squeezed into a boat.
But yes, we left.
People here. They have no idea what it is like in our countries.
How could they?
They’re free.
You see, my friend. Your spring rolls are great. The best.
But our Malaysian roti?
Well!
And our rice...
tastes better the next day.
Oh, we could never compete with your rice.
You know who would really love your roti?
Your son, I know.
There is no news. There is nothing.
- Bob gave you our money to find. - Bob is gone.
Hey, try the roti, please. Not many guests get the owner cooking.
You weren't running a diner in Vietnam?
Those hands of yours are more suited to a chalkboard? A desk?
Engineering professor. Hanoi.
And now you sell "dimmies" to the Aussies.
Hey, sorry, my friend. No insult. Just a fact.
I was a journalist in Malaysia.
Not the best career there.
But promising more than you can deliver is a good business here?
And so we find ourselves here.
Different worlds. Different lives.
- Everything changing. - But my son is still missing.
And that can change. Bob gave you a chance.
- Five thousand dollars bought us that. - And bought you this roti.
But no guarantees.
We have done everything that we can.
Your money has not gone into my pocket. That's for others.
And now we wait.
Today, Van is missing,
tomorrow, who knows?
But you...
must look after your life.
Look after your family.
Not torture yourself.
And not come here again, my friend.
Judy?
Hiroshi. Judy.
The best barman in Perth, meet the best general manager.
Thanks for coming.
Huh! Saké?
Sambuca.
I take it you're not here for Fran's rocket fuel.
I do my best to educate her about real drinks.
Where is it?
It’s a contract.
Contract for what?
Contract of sale.
Sale of what?
Looks like a company.
How can he afford to buy a company?
Doull's Power Supplies is barely staying afloat as it is.
Ah, it’s Doull Power Supplies that’s being sold.
I might need that drink after all.
Are you from North or South?
North.
But we had to flee to the South, and then we had to leave there too.
Tell no one!
Hi!
What's her name?
- Anna. -Anna.
- Tell me, where did you get that pram? - Boans. Third floor.
Well, when the time comes, I will go to Boans on the third floor.
You’ll be back in the USSR.
No, no.
I'll be at Boans on the third floor.
You’re going to help me defect.
This morning.
The makeup.
Really? Now?
It's gonna be a part of my music.
My performance. Like, all the artists are doing it now.
Your music? Performance?
Dad.
You were meant to be studying hard, remember?
But I’m working hard to... to be a musician.
Like Bowie.
Ambitions are important, Son.
But remember what Mick Jagger says,
"You can’t always get what you want."
We just want you to be happy, healthy,
safe, secure. That's all.
A good job, a career, medicine gives you that.
I don’t want this for you. Huh.
And I want my only son to be able to look after his parents
when they’re old.
Van’s alive.
I heard Mum.
- I’m not the only one, Dad. - No, Binh.
You are.
Matty, this won't take long. We'll have you out of here by 8:00.
- There you go. -I did a few prompt cards for you,
so talk about your education, primary to high school,
uh, entry to Teachers College, studies there.
Uh, who you received support from.
All right, and just, um,
make sure you smile while you speak, helps with the tone.
And keep it short and sweet. Emphasis on the "sweet."
So don’t issue an eviction notice, got it!
Scotty!
-Gavvo! Yeah! - How are you, mate?
- Looking good. Nice suit. -Thank you.
You must be Eileen.
I hope you're going to be as much fun as that Mr Bertrude we had in.
He was a... He was a riot. Right. Have a seat, please.
All right.
Yeah? No fear, mate.
- Home to the better half... - Okay.
...and J.R., it's Dallas night tonight.
Ooh, good on ya, Pete. Enjoy J.R.,
and we'll catch you tomorrow, Perth.
95 FM. The best of the West never sounded better.
Turn up the radio, Eileen’s next.
Tonight, as part of the 150th celebrations,
we welcome another local teaching hero.
She's one of our own, she's also a qualified Aboriginal teacher.
Please welcome Eileen Wilberforce.
Uh. Ta.
Thank you, Gavin.
Now, Scott Williamson tells me that you are a testament
to how far Aboriginal people have come in the last 150 years.
Tell me, Eileen, how many of those years have you called Scarborough home?
Um, I’ve lived in Scarborough for 20 years now.
You're practically one of us!
- So... - Um...
I was told recently that I...
that I should never forget my past.
I haven’t. I’ve just not talked about it.
Seemed easier that way.
But I’m learning that staying silent doesn’t help...
anyone.
I... I didn't mean to suggest...
Even though I’ve lived in Scarborough for over 20 years...
I'm a Binjareb Noongar woman.
I was born in a little town south of here.
You might've heard of the place through your history books,
the Battle of Pinjarra in 1834.
Well... let me tell you...
- it wasn’t a battle, it was a massacre. - Oh, now that's... that's a big call.
Stirling and his band of merry men killed about 80 Aboriginal men,
women and children.
And guess what?
Only one of Stirling’s men died.
My great grandfather’s sisters, they were kids at the time...
they were also murdered.
Um, I'm sorry. I've... I've never heard that.
Yeah, well...
over the generations not a lot of progress was made for us lot.
Eileen, look at you. You're... You're a teacher.
Yeah.
But I'm only one of a handful in this state.
And that's not good enough, is it, Mr Simmonds?
Now, do you wanna hear my story or not?
Please.
You see, Gavin...
through the generations not a lot of progress was made for us lot.
When I was a kid...
my mum used to cover me and my sister in black ash,
every time the authorities raided the camps for fair skinned kids
to... to civilise and enslave.
They could do anything to us.
We weren’t citizens.
In their eyes, by their laws, we were just merely flora and fauna.
But that didn’t stop my dad fighting for his country.
In World War I, he was equal on the battlefield.
But back home, he couldn’t even go to the pub with his mates.
It was only 12 years ago we got citizenship.
And sadly, that was too late for my dad.
And this kinda treatment was happening all over Australia.
When I was a young bride...
I was living on my husband’s country.
Beautiful desert country in South Australia.
Until we were herded off to Yalata Mission, uh,
that was a couple 100Ks away...
to make way for the British and the Australian governments
to do their nuclear tests.
You might know the place...
Maralinga.
But then, maybe not, because it was all hush-hush, you know, top secret stuff.
The government denies it ever happening...
but those tests, they went on for over ten years.
My husband’s people, they were still out on country,
not knowing what was happening.
In 1954, my husband, he went out searching for ‘em, you know...
- Tony. -...bring ‘em into safety.
And I waited...
and I waited for him to come home.
He never did.
Like other Anangu people, he died from those bombs.
And I... You know, I couldn’t be there without him, it was too hard, so...
I came back to my country,
with my eight-year-old daughter and my unborn son.
And I rolled up my sleeves and I just got on with it.
And I kept the past in the past.
I've rebuilt my life.
For me. For them.
And, yeah, it was hard work, but I became a teacher.
But...
my silence has cost me.
My daughter, I can see that she's angry at me for it.
She’s spent her life trying to break my silence.
And my son, he hasn’t talked to me in over a year.
He’s with his father’s people now, back at Maralinga,
trying to make sense of all the wasteland that was left there.
And I realize now that...
...you know, it's okay to live and speak my truth.
For some things, it’s too late...
but right now I feel...
I feel moorditj...
deadly for finally giving it breath.
So yeah,
I'll let you decide if you think my story is a great example
of how far Aboriginal people have come in the last 150 years?
Eileen Wilberforce...
thank you so very much.
You coming?
What are you doing with that?
Look at that handwriting.
Gazza was the one that threw it.
What?
Don’t be stupid. He would never do that.
But he did.
I don’t understand. Why?
I mean, he... he’s like family to you.
To us.
Well, what are we going to do about it?
Not us.
You.
This is your battle. Has been for a while.
You don’t need me to fight yours. I can’t fight it like you.
You’re brilliant.
What a dickhead.
Eileen was...
I know, she spoke so well, I had no idea.
I was there.
In a trench...
three miles from those A-bombs.
Waiting for the flash.
Maralinga?
I was just a kid.
Stood in my own piss.
My own fear.
You could see... You could see your own... bones.
Your own skeleton through the darkness.
Why didn't you tell me?
I’ve been trying to forget about that for years.
Bloody decades.
But I can’t.
What happened to us.
What happened to the Aboriginals...
to Eileen’s family.
Well, I guess you've found your battle.