- Gazza was the one that threw it. - What?
(TENSE MUSIC PLAYING)
- Don't be stupid, he would never do that. - But he did.
You have been here a few years?
And Vietnam, you just...
left.
(WHISPERING) You're going to help me defect.
Skylab is gonna crash right here.
- Is this on the news? - Linear regression, Lam showed me.
- Thanks for this, Dad. - We do what we have to to stay safe.
And keep it short and sweet. Emphasis on the "sweet."
You are a testament to how far Aboriginal people have come
in the last 150 years... (INHALES DEEPLY) ...tell me, Eileen,
how many of those years have you called Scarborough home?
I was told recently that I...
that I should never forget my past.
(OVER RADIO) When I was a young bride...
I was living on my husband's country,
until we were herded off to Yalata Mission
to make way for the British
and the Australian governments to do their nuclear tests.
(OVER RADIO) You might know the place. Maralinga.
(TENSE MUSIC CONCLUDES)
(INSTRUMENTAL MUSIC PLAYING)
- JUDY: You all right? - FRANCESCA: Mm-hmm.
- JUDY: You sure? Okay. - (CHUCKLES) Hmm.
Seriously, while whipping up deb dresses you’re gonna try and learn Japanese?
Oh, well, I've got to decode these legal papers of Wayne’s.
- You’re insane. (SCOFFS) - (SCOFFS) You only just noticed?
Anyway, these dresses might finish me first.
Tell you what, this strike won’t.
That’s the spirit. We're gonna sort this shit out.
(GROANS SOFTLY) So long as nothing happens
- during the Miss Universe broadcast. - (FRANCESCA GRUNTS)
Or to the rocket scientists warning us about bloody Skylab.
(CHUCKLES SOFTLY) Well,
at least we won’t have to live through the consequences of that.
An apocalypse is a hell of a way to end a strike.
But, uh, the eggheads say that Skylab’s going to the Indian Ocean, so, sorry.
Exploding spaceship? I knew it was too easy of a get out.
- (CHUCKLES) - (KEYS JINGLING)
- (CAR ENGINE REVVING) - (MUSIC CONCLUDES)
(WIND WHOOSHING)
(TYRES SCREECHING)
Gazza?
Some arsehole just slashed my tyres.
- Do you need a ride? - GAZZA: Uh...
Thanks, but I’m... I'm... I'm good.
Oh, come on, Gazza, get in. I'll give you a ride home.
(GROANS SOFTLY)
- How have you been? - Uh...
(SEAT BELT CLICKING)
(EXHALES SHARPLY) Good. I'm... I'm good.
- (CASSETTE CLATTERING) - (UPBEAT MUSIC PLAYING OVER SPEAKER)
I was listening to this...
when the brick hit the windscreen.
Christ, whoever threw it even ruined this for me!
(TYRES SCREECHING)
Scariest moment of my life.
I had no idea what was going on.
Just the wind and the noise.
- And all I could think... - All right, Judy...
All I could think was my girls...
my girls are gonna be alone in the world. No mum, no dad.
- Judy! - (ENGINE REVVING, TYRES SCREECHING)
- (BOTH BREATHE SHAKILY) - (UPBEAT MUSIC CONTINUES)
(GAZZA GROANS)
(BREATHES SHAKILY) There it is.
You feel that?
Who would do this?
Who would do this to me?
Gazza, someone tried to bloody kill me.
Tried to orphan my girls.
How could anyone...
(YELLING) How could you?
You.
You slashed my tyres.
You tried to bloody kill me.
(SOBBING) I'm sorry.
(SOBS)
I'm sorry.
- (SOBS) - I don't want your apologies.
What the hell were you thinking?
Or was it someone else?
(SIGHS)
- (STEREO CLICKING) - (MUSIC STOPS ABRUPTLY)
Gazza, you better start explaining or you'll be talking to the cops.
(THEME MUSIC PLAYING)
(THEME MUSIC CONCLUDES)
- (SHOVEL THUDDING) - (BIRDS CHIRPING)
TONY: I reckon that could survive a bomb.
- You sure? - Mm-hmm.
We don't have much time. Um...
I'll go get the sleeping bags, you get the food.
And then you need to get ready for the deb.
- (CROW CAWING) - (SCOFFS)
I am not gonna spend the end of the world dressed as a giant meringue. Okay?
I'd rather stay right here.
- Get this right. - You're going.
Your mother made the damn dress and Jono's expecting you.
Tilly, come here.
(SIGHS)
We can't stop living.
Even when we're scared.
But you’ve never been scared like this.
Have you?
Now they say Skylab could hit! Tilly and me worked this out days ago.
Lam, you worry too much.
- For my family, yes. - (CHUCKLES SOFTLY)
“Three more orbits today.
“The last one passing directly over Perth...” (SIGHS)
- I must keep you safe. - You do. Lam, you always have.
(EXHALES) Just don’t scare Binh, okay? It’s his and Tilly’s big night.
(SIGHS) I'll be sure to tell ground control.
I have a surprise for you.
- Hmm. - It's for your suit, for the deb.
Well, if Tilly is anything like Dad, I’m not sure she’s actually gonna show.
(INHALES) Bloody Skylab.
(SIGHS)
- (BIRDS CHIRPING) - (SOMBRE MUSIC PLAYING)
(BREATHES DEEPLY)
(CLEARS THROAT)
(EXHALES SHARPLY)
(MUSIC FADES)
EILEEN: (IN DISTANCE) See you tonight at the deb, Rosie!
ROSEMARY: Yep, see you there.
Tony. How are ya?
Thought you’d be sorting out your penguin suit for tonight.
Tone?
Last night...
hearing you... Your...
your story...
I had no idea you were there.
I'm sorry.
I was there too.
Conscripted.
I wanted to forget.
I can't bury this anymore.
(EXHALES SHARPLY)
You wanted to forget?
(EXHALES SHARPLY)
Lucky fuckin' you.
PROTESTORS: (CHANTING) What do we want? Equality!
When do we want it? Now!
What do we want? Equality!
When do we want it? Now!
Four hours to go.
Then they can all piss off back to burning brassieres
and eating bloody falafels.
(PROTESTORS CHANTING, CLAMOURING)
(TELEPHONE RINGING)
Hello.
- Svetlana, it's me. - SVETLANA: Where are you?
- (PROTESTORS CHANTING) - MICK: I'm downstairs.
(SIGHS) Is this it? Now?
Yeah, soon. I'll call when we're ready. That's when you come down.
Yvgeny will be back soon from his briefing for tonight.
- Hurry. - MICKY: You packed?
You got everything you need?
SVETLANA: Yes, of course I'm packed.
Call when it's clear.
(INHALES SHARPLY) Be ready. Bye.
(PROTESTORS CHANTING)
(BREATHES DEEPLY)
(TELEPHONE RINGING)
That was quick.
(IN RUSSIAN) No. He is not here.
(DOOR OPENING)
(DOOR CREAKING, CLOSING)
(YVGENY BREATHES DEEPLY)
Thanks.
(IN ENGLISH) What?
What's going on?
Yvgeny, sit.
What's happening?
- The news of the baby leaked? - No.
I wish.
(HESITATES) But that was Moscow.
Your son...
Nikita?
In Afghanistan, his squad, it... His troops...
(IN RUSSIAN) Sorry.
(WINDOW LOCKS CLICKING)
- (WINDOW CREAKING) - (PROTESTERS CHANTING, CLAMOURING)
(IN ENGLISH) God's sakes, Jude, stop fretting.
I'm not.
Demon seed son notwithstanding, Murray’s good.
When he ran the business before Wayne, he was straight up. It'll all be okay.
And when this thing is done, we’ll run things
and we'll install a cocktail cabinet in Wayne’s old office.
Wh... Why am I here? I've got a business to run.
You are a saké-wielding revolutionary,
- my friend. - Uh, Fran?
- Are you drunk? Seriously. - (FRANCESCA SCOFFS)
As Judy couldn’t make sense of Japanese for Beginners,
for the next hour, you're a translator.
Showing how Wayne was hollowing out the business to flog.
Frances.
Ladies.
FRANCESCA: Murray, this is Hiroshi. Japanese translator.
Murray Doull.
Hiroshi Hatano.
MURRAY: Now, what's all this about?
Stupid little bastard!
- That's one way of describing him. - Johnnie Walker. Double.
- (CHAIR SCRAPING) - (MURRAY SIGHS)
Fifty years. Fifty years to build this company.
But we can do something about it.
No, we have to do something about it tonight.
With Miss Universe and any warnings about Skylab only hours away,
if there's a power outage tonight and we haven't publicly resolved
this dispute then your company will be ruined.
There will be nothing worth saving or selling.
The betrayal.
That he would conspire to harm you, Judy, to make others, good men, look bad.
To frame the union, fire the men and sell us out overseas.
(GULPS)
- (GLASS THUDDING) - The bottle.
(CLICKS TONGUE, BREATHES HEAVILY)
(GROANS SOFTLY) This Japanese agreement, is it binding?
FRANCESCA: Does it really let him sell the business without the men?
It's just an agreement in principle.
- (SIGHS) Well... (CHUCKLES) - (FRANCESCA CHUCKLES SOFTLY)
I've got out of tighter things than that.
- (CHUCKLES, INHALES) - (HIROSHI CHUCKLING)
Right. Wayne's out. Clearly can't cut it. I'm back.
Fran, the deal is to go to the unions. Now...
Tell 'em it came from me personally.
And release the news to the press immediately.
Oh, I'll take care of the unions.
You need to take care of your family. You're out.
- But, boss, I think... - MURRAY: Fran.
You'll get a healthy pay out, and my gratitude but... (CHUCKLES SOFTLY)
...it would never do to have my son slain and you remain.
Time to move on.
(WAVES CRASHING)
(BREATHES DEEPLY)
Bob...
tap twice on the window if you still fancy me.
(KNOCKING ON WINDOW)
(GASPS)
- DJINDA: Hey, Mum! - (BREATHES SHAKILY) Bloody hell.
(SIGHS)
Oh! (CHUCKLES)
- How are you? - Uh, surprised.
- (DJINDA GASPS) - I didn't think we'd see you here
- for a while. - How come you're all dressed up, huh?
- Look at you, you look deadly. (LAUGHS) - (LAUGHS)
Jesus.
- Mum... - (CHUCKLES)
- Doesn't he look great. (CHUCKLES) - (CHUCKLES)
- Check this moorditj maman out! - (CHUCKLES)
Is this your idea of educating and empowering a young Indigenous man?
Squeezing him into a bloody penguin suit?
Look, this is exactly why I’ve come to collect my son,
and bring him back to be with his people.
(CHUCKLES) I'm going to the deb ball with the coolest girl in school,
and she picked me because I’m the most deadly dancer.
Nan is my people.
Uh, she spoke up on the radio,
told all of West Australia about our mob, and Pop.
She told the truth.
Everybody heard it, we... we got it recorded from the radio.
It was such a good speech, they even repeated it. (CHUCKLES)
Relax, Mum.
My suit's not like anyone else's.
(EXHALES SOFTLY, GULPS)
(TRAFFIC WHIZZING)
(BREATHES HEAVILY)
What the hell is going on?
I called you as planned. You were meant to come downstairs.
(WHISPERING) Yvgeny?
Is he here?
His son was a soldier in Afghanistan.
He died three days ago.
He's all alone, I can't defect with him like this.
It would break him, it's just cruel.
I've served.
I get it.
Loss. (INHALES DEEPLY) But you, you owe nothing to him.
Only to you.
(SMACKS LIPS) Well, maybe that's the difference between us.
We have our faults.
But we do not put ourselves first.
I won't leave him alone.
I know he would not leave me here like this.
Svetlana, if we don't go right now...
you may not have another chance.
(SVETLANA SNIFFLES)
(SIGHS)
(GLASS CLATTERING)
(DRINK POURING)
(BREATHES DEEPLY)
(WAVES CRASHING)
So he's sitting there, whiskey in hand,
and he says, "Oh, you should go and take care of your family."
- TONY: (CLEARS THROAT) Ten minutes, girls. - (GULPS)
(GLASS CLATTERING)
Maybe he should go and look after his own bloody spawn.
- Is that... - My wedding suit, yes.
And yes, it still fits.
A little... (INHALES) ...frayed... (EXHALES) ...perhaps.
Still fits.
- Like the marriage. - (BREATHES DEEPLY)
How is my family?
(CLICKS TONGUE) Well, Tilly's never gonna work at bloody Boans.
She seems to know more than NASA about Skylab. And Mia...
just try keeping her away from the surf.
And you?
(CLICKS TONGUE) You know how I am, how we all are.
(EXHALES DEEPLY)
You don't need to go and look after your family.
You've been doing it all along.
- (CHUCKLES SOFTLY) - But you knew that.
(BOTH BREATHE DEEPLY, SMOOCH)
(SOFTLY) What I don't know is...
what's next.
I can't just keep doing what I've been doing. I can't... go back.
No.
You shouldn't.
(BREATHES DEEPLY) But I have to go back...
to Maralinga, I have to...
tell the truth.
You lead that union for 15 years.
You fought the good fight, you stubborn sod.
(CHUCKLES SOFTLY) You can do this.
I will.
(CLICKS TONGUE) And that old thing...
(CAR HORN HONKING)
(DOOR OPENING)
Oi! Hey!
Do you know what your wife has fucking done?
(PANTS) I’ve lost everything. My father, my company...
(CHUCKLES MANICALLY) ...my income because of your fuckin' bitch.
- Hey? - No! No, Tony. Tony, please.
Please, take care of the girls. I'll deal with this.
- Oh, you don't get it, do you? - Enlighten me.
I'm not just Tony's wife. And I'm certainly not his bitch.
In fact, I'm nobody's bitch. And you are no longer my boss.
Matter of fact...
you're nobody's boss. And I believe this belongs to you.
- (GASPS) - (CAR DOOR CLOSING)
JUDY: You might wanna ask Gazza for your money back.
Turns out he's a shit shot.
Get off my lawn.
And don't you come back, you pathetic, little Daddy's boy bastard.
(GASPS, EXHALES SHARPLY)
(POP MUSIC PLAYING)
(WHIMPERS, SOBS SOFTLY)
Nice suit, Dad.
Very handsome.
Both my men.
Squeeze together.
Okay.
Just perfect.
Okay.
- ALL: Three, two, one! - (CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKING)
Wait ‘til I tell you about his bust of Captain Stirling.
- (CHUCKLES) - (GROANS SOFTLY)
(CHUCKLES)
(CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKING)
Room for Dad. Here we go!
(CLEARS THROAT, BREATHES DEEPLY)
(CLICKS TONGUE) Oh, look at you. You're a young woman now.
Whatever the hell tonight means, just enjoy it, all right?
Don't worry about tomorrow, don't worry about Skylab,
don't worry about anything. Just enjoy tonight.
Skylab is tonight.
It's probably over the Indian Ocean right now.
Tilly.
Thanks, Mum. And for the dress, it's beautiful.
(CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKING)
- (INDISTINCT CHATTER) - (POP MUSIC CONTINUES)
(PROTESTORS CHANTING, CLAMOURING IN DISTANCE)
Incursion! Let's protect our girls!
PROTESTORS: What do we want? Equality! When do we want it? Now!
- What do we want? Equality! - GUARD: Madam, come on. Move back.
- PROTESTORS: When do we want it? Now! - LYDIA: Seven minutes to curtain, girls!
- (PROTESTORS CHANTING) - Seven minutes to curtain.
- PROTESTOR 1: Get off me, get off! - PROTESTOR 2: Get off.
(CHANTING, CLAMOURING CONTINUES)
- (INDISTINCT CHATTER) - (SNIFFLES)
The dresses don't fit.
The whole world will see that I'm pregnant.
- Svetlana... - SVETLANA: And tomorrow,
after I finish last here tonight,
I'll be on a one-way flight back to the Soviet Union
- and that will be that. - We can run.
Right now.
Yvgeny will be okay, you know that.
We do look after each other here.
I've seen it.
In ways you can't imagine, in war, on streets, we do.
- Stay. - (SCOFFS)
Marry me.
Look at what we've managed these last weeks.
Together, not alone.
We can do this, not just escape. A new life.
Surely that's better than returning to that place?
Six-minute warning, girls! Six-minute warning.
I'm gonna check our way out of here. I'll be two minutes, okay?
What is wrong with him?
(SNIFFLES)
(INHALES DEEPLY)
(SOFT ROCK MUSIC PLAYING)
(CROWD APPLAUDING)
Now presenting, Christine Baker.
And the lovely Christine is tonight accompanied by Charlie,
vice-captain of the mighty Swans footy team. Good on ya, Champ!
- (CROWD APPLAUDING) - Oh, that dress. Poor girl.
The only thing clumsier
than the stitching is his dancing. (LAUGHS)
(SCOTT SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY)
- (LAUGHS) - SCOTT: Be careful there mate,
- she's a man-eater. (CHUCKLES) - (CROWD CHUCKLING, APPLAUDING)
SCOTT: Next up, Mandy Barratts...
Tony!
Skylab's next orbit is soon.
- TONY: Final orbit? - Yes, I think so.
Why are all the girls dressed in the same white dresses?
SCOTT: Sarah Biden, and twinkle-toes himself, Justin...
They look like sad brides.
What? They do!
- Cookie-cutter girls. - SCOTT: All right.
Moving along, the lovely Chloe Day and Max Hughes.
Look at you.
You aren't a cookie-cutter girl, are you? (BREATHES DEEPLY)
All right.
You can surf.
No, you should surf but just...
you're gonna have to work as well, all right?
- (SCOTT SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY) - And you're gonna be you, hmm?
And that's it.
SCOTT: Right, please give a big Scarborough welcome
to the beautiful Becky Jones and her stand-in partner,
big brother, Barry Jones.
Jones, mate, we're all thinking of you
and we hope those flesh wounds heal soon, mate.
We love you, Jones.
The family that waltzes together, stays together.
Eileen.
- What do you want, Tony? - (SCOTT SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY)
- Really. - Eileen.
- I didn't mean to... - Do I look like a priest?
Were you coming to me for absolution?
Or because you really wanna do something about that...
that shit.
- About what happened out there. - Because I have to do something.
(EXHALES SHARPLY) I have to.
We both do. We'll talk.
Properly.
Tomorrow. Come on.
Tonight, Poppy is accompanied by the dashing Bilya Wilberforce.
Let's give them a great big Scarborough welcome!
(AUDIENCE CHEERING, APPLAUDING)
WOMAN: Go, Poppy! Whoo!
- (POPPY SHRIEKS) - (BILYA GRUNTS)
- Oh, no! - Great grab there, Bilya!
Charlie, you might have some competition on the footy field there, man.
Charlotte Duffy... gotta love everyone's favourite English teacher.
It's a fuckin' disgrace.
- (SHUSHES) Stop. - No.
- Stop. Stop. - You know.
What?
Nothing.
Dad... sit down.
- Rocco, sit down. - Sit down, Dad.
- Sit down. - All right, Rose. Sit down!
You have to make a scene?
SCOTT: Our school netball captain,
Danielle MacDonald and her handsome bravado, Chris Shaw...
- You look amazing. - Thanks.
(BREATHES HEAVILY) You nervous?
Nah, me neither.
It's just this whole night, it's... it's ridiculous.
Any minute now, odds are, 70 tons of melted spacecraft
- are gonna hit... - Tilly...
That's the whole of Perth. Gone.
And we... and we're here dressed like a pretend wedding.
I should be at our shelter, with my family.
You've got a shelter?
Yeah, built one. Crazy, huh?
No, not at all. My... my dad's been worried all day.
He's been listening to the news on his radio.
- Just take a look. - Hmm.
SCOTT: Elaine Thompson, who is tonight accompanied by Jimmy Griffin.
(AUDIENCE CHEERING, APPLAUDING)
- Something must've happened. - SCOTT: And next up
is Darlene White, who, tonight,
is accompanied by the very dashing Steven Bates.
- Let's give 'em a round of applause. - (AUDIENCE APPLAUDING)
Uh, Tilly's always been the ambitious sort but doing your deb alone...
- It's Til, it's Til. - SCOTT: ...might be too much. (CHUCKLES)
(WHISPERING) Tilly.
- Skylab's gonna hit us soon. - (MICROPHONE FEEDBACK)
- I said Skylab is coming. - (WHISPERING) Rack off back there now.
- (ELECTRICITY ZAPS) - (AUDIENCE GASPS)
(CLICKS TONGUE) Well, can't blame me for that anymore.
Lo... look! A spaceship the size of a tower block
is gonna hit us in the next hour.
It’s just that power strike, ladies and gents. No need to panic.
- (WHISPERING) Get back, now. - For God's sake. I'm...
I’m the nerd you all laughed about. The space geek. I know this stuff.
- (INDISTINCT CHATTER) - TILLY: Instead of sitting here,
you all should be sheltering.
- (MAN COUGHING) - (ELECTRICITY ZAPS)
- (CHUCKLES) - (INDISTINCT CHATTER)
- (SIGHS) - Tilly's right.
Skylab missed the Indian Ocean. It’s coming. Now!
- Take cover. Run! - (CROWD CLAMOURING)
I'm outta here.
SCOTT: Ladies and gentlemen, please don't panic.
- Is this a mistake? - This is our girl.
- SCOTT: Stay calm! - She was right. Lam.
- SCOTT: Maybe we should vacate the hall. - Get into the car, we'll get the kids.
(IN VIETNAMESE) We've crossed the ocean...
- LAM: Yeah. - ...we'll make it through this.
Binh! Binh! You have to find Binh.
(IN ENGLISH) Come on, you guys, let's get outta here.
- Yeah. - SANDY: Binh!
LAM: Go, go, go!
(BREATHES SHAKILY) Jono! Our shelter, come!
There's something I need to do on that stage. (INHALES DEEPLY) Go.
Of all the rockstars, why him?
Bowie?
Maybe my friend inspired me. Perhaps I'm a Starman.
TONY: Jono, Tilly. Come on.
Go. (BREATHES DEEPLY)
(INDISTINCT CLAMOURING)
Two minutes to curtain, ladies. Two minutes to curtain.
Skylab?
Darth Vader can land here in his leather thigh-high boots
for all I care. The show goes on.
Two minutes.
- You ready? - SVETLANA: Uh-huh.
I’m really sorry about your son, Yvgeny, truly.
I know what it’s like to lose someone in service.
- How do you know? - Ninety seconds! Ninety seconds.
And I'm really sorry about this, mate.
- (GRUNTS) - (YVGENY GROANS)
I'm really sorry, mate. Run!
(BREATHES DEEPLY) I’m sorry, Yvgeny. I can’t go back.
- MICK: Come on. - (YVGENY GROANS)
- (BOTH PANT) - (DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING)
What are you doing? It's 45 seconds to curtain for my girls.
What are you doing?
Pizza, Lydia. We’re going out for a bloody huge pizza
with the bloody lot. Millions of calories!
- (GROANS) - LYDIA: That way!
You’ve got 32 seconds to get that girl on stage!
- (PANTS) Okay, we're good. - (PANTS)
Mick. (PANTS) They're KGB. That's the car that's been following us.
No, they... they... they're not KGB. (PANTS)
- Mick, they are KGB. - MICK: Trust me.
You ASIO blokes are a piece of piss to spot.
She thought you were KGB.
But only Aussies would wear short sleeve shirts in winter.
- (PANTS) - My name is Svetlana Natalya Kulkova,
and I wish to defect to the Commonwealth of Australia.
(CAR ENGINE REVVING)
- Svetlana, please! - Stop the car!
- (CAR ENGINE STALLS) - (PANTS)
Spasibo.
You ASIO.
I am Yvgeny Ilyich Pugo of the KGB. I wish to defect.
Our homeland has nothing for me now.
Let’s go!
- HOST: Thank you, Miss Bermuda. - (AUDIENCE CHEERING, APPLAUDING)
And now Miss Soviet Union!
- (AUDIENCE CHEERING, APPLAUDING) - (GRAND MUSIC PLAYING)
(INAUDIBLE)
Miss Soviet Union!
(INAUDIBLE)
Well, over to Donnie
- and the delicious Miss Italy. - (GRAND MUSIC FADES)
(SCREAMS, GRUNTS)
(GUITAR PLAYING SOFT TUNE)
(SINGING ALONG TO TUNE)
Mum, shouldn’t we find a shelter or something?
You know what, Djinda?
I’ve had a gutful running from what whitefellas throw at our family.
I'm done. We’re together.
We're gonna watch this thing out together.
(JONO CONTINUES SINGING IN BACKGROUND)
- (CLEARS THROAT) - (APPLAUDS)
JONO: Dad.
(BOTH WHIMPER, SOB SOFTLY)
- Let's go. - All right.
- (CORK POPS) - (CHUCKLES)
Whoo-hoo!
- Hey, have you heard from your brother? - Of course. You?
- (SCOFFS) Yeah, you know I haven’t. - Hmm.
(EXHALES SHARPLY) Well, if the mountain won't come to Mum,
maybe Mum will go and give the mountain a clip around the ear?
- (CHUCKLES) - (CHUCKLES)
- (EXPLOSION) - (DOG BARKING IN DISTANCE)
(MAJESTIC MUSIC PLAYING)
Bugger me!
You laid all this on for me?
If I could.
I would.
- (CHUCKLES) - (RUSSELL CHUCKLES)
- I preferred the Toyota. - RUSSELL: Me too.
(CHUCKLES, SQUEALS)
(RUMBLING)
Bloody Yankees.
(CHUCKLES)
So, what do you actually do?
I look after her.
- You? - I look after him.
(GRUNTS)
- I like this one. - Hmm.
(FLAMES CRACKLING)
(PANTS)
- Come on! - Tilly!
(ALL PANT)
(MUSIC SWELLS)
(IN VIETNAMESE) Mum, Dad.
(SKYLAB RUMBLING)
(MAJESTIC MUSIC FADES)
(BREATHES HEAVILY)
So, what now?
(ROCK MUSIC PLAYING)
(MUSIC CONCLUDES)