Last Days of the Space Age (2024) s01e01 Episode Script

1
(SEAGULLS SQUAWKING)
RADIO BROADCASTER 1:
Perth, western gateway to the nation
and transmitting point for ABW2.
- In the national network of ABC
- (RADIO STATIC)
RADIO BROADCASTER 2:
As the Miss Universe contest
descends on Perth,
there are growing concerns
a strike at the city's
main power supplies factory
might see the lights go out.
(RADIO STATIC)
(CHEERY MUSIC PLAYING)
(LAUGHS)
- (INHALES SHARPLY)
- Yeah, yeah.
- (GROANS) We deserve a holiday, huh?
- (CHUCKLES)
Just the two of us,
down at Margaret River.
TONY: We could get that room
with the ocean view.
Ocean? Never noticed that.
(BOTH CHUCKLE)
Oh, Tony, you prat.
- You spelt "bastards" wrong.
- TONY: Wayne'll get the message.
Really?
- You've been picketing for six months.
- He will. Has to.
Without men to build his parts?
No parts business.
And six months of showing our girls
that if somebody screws you over
sure as hell don't roll over.
You're giving me that look.
- What look?
- Oh, the "look" look.
The same one your father gives me.
The one that says Judy!
- (TYRES SCREECH)
- (JUDY SCREAMS)
- (TONY GRUNTS)
- (TRUCK HORN HONKING)
- TONY: Hold on.
- JUDY: Stop!
- (TYRES SCREECH)
- MAN: Get out the way!
(JUDY COUGHS, GROANS)
(TONY BREATHES HEAVILY, GROANS)
Hey! (GRUNTS) Hey, let me look at you.
What?
- You're bleeding.
- Huh?
What?
(BREATHES HEAVILY)
(THEME MUSIC PLAYING)
(THEME MUSIC CONCLUDES)
(WAVES CRASHING)
(SCHOOL BELL RINGING)
STUDENT 1: Pass the ball.
You've got it, mate. Pass it here.
- STUDENT 2: All right, mate, ready?
- STUDENT 1: Look for the rebounds.
Tom, defence, mate!
- (INDISTINCT CHATTER)
- (SHOES SQUEAKING)
- MR BERTRUDE: What is this?
- Uh.
So, this is our plan to get to the Moon.
Yeah, it's a step-by-step
from school, to university, to America
to NASA, to the Moon. Together.
I thought only kids dreamt
about being spacemen.
- (CHUCKLES) Astronauts.
- (CHUCKLES) Yeah, astronauts.
I've dreamt about
this all my life, right?
Watching all six Moon landings,
the Skylab space station launch.
Men walking in space
- Remember the one that blew up?
- Apollo 13.
- That's the fella. Crazy.
- It didn't it didn't
it didn't it didn't blow up.
We've studied really hard.
Look at our grades in maths and science.
I I made this plan.
We made this plan.
Okay, what about the plan
where you two just get decent jobs,
- get married, and have some kids?
- What? Ew! Us?
Jono, shouldn't you and I be having
a separate session?
Oh, no, no, no. Um. Our life mission
after this place is shared,
so there's zero point in either of us
repeating ourselves.
We'll get back
32 minutes of our lives by
- But I know you're excellent at physics.
- combining our meeting with you.
And, uh, plenty of promise out there
for a kid like you to get
a good engineering job.
You have a problem with that, Jono?
I just All this talk,
like, jobs, the future
I am the, uh, careers counsellor.
JONO: Well, you've all mapped out
the next 20 years of my life.
You, Mum, Dad, everyone.
Where do all these great ideas even go?
Like, Dad ended up slaving away
in a chip shop van by the beach.
Well to be fair, Jono,
those dimmies they do,
- they make a grown man wanna cry.
- TILLY: Jono
- (SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY)
- A 100-step plan for the rest of my life?
- TILLY: What?
- It's too much.
- (INDISTINCT CHATTER)
- (CHUCKLES SOFTLY)
Have you ever thought about a job
at Boans department store?
They do a great staff discount.
MR BERTRUDE: (BLOWS WHISTLE)
Jump up and down! Higher!
STRIKER: I wouldn't worry about it
if they talk to you.
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
GAZZA: Mate, she's fine,
she indestructible.
You ever been hit by a brick
at 60K's an hour?
- Well, I was hit by an ex at 60K an hour.
- (SCOFFS)
- Idiot.
- That's what she said.
Seriously, Gazza, you don't think
that someone here, one of us?
What? Did that?
Mate, piss off.
So explain that note then.
"Strike breaking bitch."
Well, technically
"Technically"? (SCOFFS)
- (GRUNTS SOFTLY)
- Technically, she's my wife
- (GRUNTS SOFTLY)
- and the mother of my daughters.
- Technically
- (GRUNTS SOFTLY)
a brick nearly
took her head off this morning.
- (PANTS)
- We've been at this for six months.
Fighting that bastard to keep our jobs!
Fighting for a decent pay packet!
Not each other.
Not our wives.
How many times have I told you all?
We are a union.
We are united.
Or we're nothing.
(PROTESTERS CLAMOURING)
PROTESTERS: No retreat.
No surrender! No retreat. No surrender!
No retreat! No surrender!
No retreat! No surrender!
No retreat! No surrender! No retreat!
No surrender! No retreat! No surrender!
No retreat! No surrender!
No retreat! No surrender! No retreat!
- No surrender! No retreat!
- (INHALES)
PROTESTERS: No surrender! No retreat!
No retreat! No surrender! No retreat!
- No surrender
- (GASPS)
- Are you okay?
- I'm I'm I'm okay. I'm fine.
PROTESTERS: No surrender!
No retreat! No surrender
- (GASPS) Sambuca?
- Medicinale.
- (CHUCKLES, SNIFFS)
- (PROTESTERS CONTINUE CHANTING)
Oh! (BREATHES SHARPLY)
(FRANCESCA INHALES)
- (SLURPS)
- (EXHALES)
Mm! (GULPS, INHALES SHARPLY)
Dare I ask how much
we've lost this month?
That's a bloody good question,
isn't it, Frannie?
You can tell me in about,
I dunno, 20 minutes?
- Judy. Darlin'. Back from the dead, eh?
- (EXHALES)
I heard about those pricks out there.
Yeah, I reckon trying to kill a chick
might just about finish
that lot off though, right?
I mean, what kind of arseholes
behave like that? (EXHALES)
- "Strike breaking bitch."
- FRANCESCA: That's enough, Wayne.
She could've bloody died.
Well, then we can get
on with trimming this place
and making some serious money, can't we?
And don't you two worry.
You two dolls aren't going anywhere,
so keep on keeping on, eh?
(GROANS) His father's a good man,
- but I'll never forgive him for retiring.
- (SNEEZES, SNIFFS)
Actually, I was wondering
if I could pick up a couple more shifts.
I thought you'd want
a break from this place.
I do, but Fran, we need the money.
- Part-time work, full-time bills.
- (TAM CHUCKLING)
(SMACKS LIPS) Well,
now that he's sacked Pete,
he needs an interim general manager.
Someone who knows the company,
knows where the bodies are buried.
Who has his Royal Highness' confidence.
Who could that be, hmm?
Me? GM? I keep the books.
- Fran, I just I wouldn't know how.
- Oh, Christ, Jude!
PROTESTERS: No surrender! No retreat!
- No surrender! No retreat!
- You want the money?
- The work?
- PROTESTERS: No surrender! No retreat!
No surrender! No retreat!
No surrender! No retreat! No
surrender! No retreat! No surrender
(UPBEAT ROCK MUSIC PLAYING)
(MIMES TO MUSIC)
(RECORD REPLAYING)
- Mia! Mia! Record's stuck.
- I know. This is my favourite part.
(BREATHES HEAVILY)
- Come on, sis, try just once.
- No, I've got homework.
- You always have homework! Come on.
- Homework! Sorry.
Teacher's pet.
Better than a beach moll.
(SIGHS)
(MUSIC CONCLUDES)
(INDISTINCT EXCITED SHOUTING)
- Yes!
- Oh, my
Goddammit! (CHUCKLES)
- (BOB SIGHS)
- WORKER 1: What are they doin'?
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
(SPORTS COMMENTATOR
SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY OVER TV)
WORKER 2: Give up now.
Mum would've been 65 this weekend.
I know.
Saturday.
- (REFRIGERATOR DOOR OPENS)
- (BOTTLES CLINKING)
(SIGHS)
- (SIGHS)
- (GRUNTS SOFTLY)
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
Bloody nerve of them!
- I should throw a brick in there at them.
- (CHUCKLES)
- Dad!
- BOB: Seriously.
He should be interrogating them,
not having a pint.
- (CROCKERY CLATTERING)
- "Strike breaking bitch."
- Is that what those men think of me?
- (WORKERS CHEER)
I'm in there, trying to make
the numbers work
with that brat breathing down my neck,
threatening to close the whole place down
every time he doesn't get what he wants.
And instead of "thank you," I get
- (GLOVES SQUEAKING)
- death threats.
Thank you. (KISSES)
- Just going to Eileen's.
- JUDY: Hey! Hey!
- What did you say to your sister?
- (SIGHS)
She only ever wears that bottom lip
when it's you who's wound her up.
TILLY: She was hanging it on me,
about my homework, Mum. My studying.
- (JUDY SIGHS)
- I Okay, I was a cow.
I'll apologise.
- WORKER 3: Come on! You can do it!
- JUDY: Come here.
- WORKER 3: You can do it!
- WORKER 1: Go for it!
(WORKERS CHEERING, GROANING)
- TILLY: Again? Really?
- Right.
TONY: Grab a torch, mate.
- There you go.
- Thanks.
- TONY: Gaz, there's one on there.
- GAZZA: Yep, yep, yep, yep.
Oh, nice work, Dad.
Who needs electricity anyway?
(SCOFFS) You'll see your stars better.
- Yes.
- WORKER 1: Okay.
TONY: All right, so what'll it be?
Twister?
WOMAN: Mia!
Come on!
(DOOR OPENS)
(INTRIGUING MUSIC PLAYING)
(PEN SCRAPING)
(BREATHES DEEPLY)
(EXHALES)
Grandad? What's going on?
- (MUSIC CONCLUDES)
- Nothing. Your grandfather's leaving
- so we can have our evening stargaze.
- Can't bloody see Saturn anyway.
I was just keepin' it
warm for you, Tills.
- (CHUCKLES SOFTLY)
- BOB: Oi, aye, aye, aye.
- Your mum all right?
- (SIGHS) Yeah, um, she's tough.
- Mm-hmm. You give her a hug?
- Hmm.
And you? You okay?
How was the careers session?
It didn't go so well.
Jono suddenly decided
he doesn't wanna go into space.
Well, it is a bloody long trip to Mars.
(SIGHS) Maybe you need to talk to him.
(ENCHANTING MUSIC PLAYING)
TILLY: Uh. There! (HESITATES) Skylab!
Don't change the subject.
What are you gonna do about all that?
(SIGHS) Imagine going
all the way up there
and having nobody to talk to
about it with when you got home.
It'd be like going to the best party
of your entire life all by yourself.
Like your mate John Glenn.
- He flew right over us, hey?
- Hmm.
The Sun, she's called Ngangk.
She's life.
She's power.
She fills the darkness with light.
- And the Moon?
- The Moon? Miyak.
- He's a cheeky bugger. Typical bloke.
- (CHUCKLES SOFTLY)
That's why I need you to get up there
and sort him out. With or without Jono.
Okay?
(MUSIC TURNS WHIMSICAL)
(SIGHS)
(CHUCKLES SOFTLY)
What's so great about you, huh?
- (CHUCKLES)
- (MUSIC CONCLUDES)
(WAVES CRASHING)
(SOFT MUSIC PLAYING)
(GASPS)
(EXHALES)
(CHUCKLES SOFTLY)
- SURFER 1: Reckon you could do that?
- No. (CHUCKLES)
- SURFER 2: Oh, nice!
- SURFER 3: That was hot, mate.
- That was good, mate.
- Great break off the north this morning.
- Metre and a half. Absolutely cranking.
- (CHUCKLES)
And I've got a foot and a half waiting
for you in my panel van when I get back.
(SURFERS CHUCKLE)
- (INDISTINCT CHATTER)
- (EXHALES)
(DETERMINED MUSIC PLAYING)
Oi! Get out of the way! Move!
- (CHUCKLES) I'll give your van a miss.
- (COUGHS)
(MUSIC FADES)
One of these days you'll try that shit
with the wrong bloke.
Or maybe this morning they
pulled their shit on the wrong chick.
BOB: You can't cut in on a lad's wave.
- They keep throwing bricks, I'll keep
- Go on. You're late again.
You need to get to school
before they ring your mother.
Lady Chatterley?
Your mum know you're reading this?
Yeah, why?
Well, if you'd read it, you'll know why.
Have you read the book?
- I got a B+ in my review.
- BOB: That's not what I asked.
Everything okay at school?
Not if I'm late.
- (KISSES)
- (JOYFUL MUSIC PLAYING)
ROSEMARY: Darling, this Avon palette
is a perfect match for your skin tone!
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
Sandy, that colour looks great on you.
How many would you like me to order?
It looks perfect with the outfit
- that you are wearing right now.
- (JUDY SIGHS)
ROSEMARY: I'm gonna put
you down for four? Four of them?
Mary, if you turn to page 13, you will
see the most beautiful shade of lipstick
- that will absolutely go
- (JUDY SIGHS)
ROSEMARY:
with your outfit today. Do you agree?
- (CROWD CHUCKLING)
- (JUDY GROANS)
ROSEMARY: And also the eye shadow,
- you can see Sandy's got the lipstick
- (SIGHS)
- ROSEMARY: Doesn't that look lovely?
- Girls?
It looks beautiful. (GASPS)
Well, ladies, looks like our host
is ready with luncheon. (GASPS)
- Oh, little miracle worker.
- Especially on a budget, Judy.
- (CHUCKLES)
- You can barely notice the cuts.
But this might help
with some of them long-term. (CHUCKLES)
- WOMAN: Just for today
- (CHUCKLES SOFTLY)
- WOMAN: I'll diet tomorrow.
- Thanks.
(CLEARS THROAT) Rosie?
Have you got something
that's not "Fresh Peach"?
More "Dark Chocolate"?
- Um. I'll have to check.
- (CLICKS TONGUE) If you could.
So, ladies, six weeks to Miss Universe.
Who's got tickets?
Oh, and Miss Cambodia arrived this week.
(CHUCKLES) You must be excited, Sandy.
- Uh. I'm Vietnamese.
- Oh, it's still in Asia, though, isn't it?
ROSEMARY: Of course, we won't
be seeing any of the contestants
if Judy's hubby doesn't end
that power supply strike of his soon.
Come on, Judy, have a word.
Get those little (HESITATES)
transformer thingies
out into the world.
- (CROWD CHUCKLES)
- (CAR APPROACHING)
And then, of course,
it's our street party, ladies.
One hundred and fifty years
of our great state.
(CHUCKLES)
- Judy?
- (ENGINE STOPS)
Excuse me.
Can I help you?
- Your husband home?
- JUDY: Uh
Mr Bissett's at work.
You've not paid your TV rental
for four weeks.
- So
- Oh, dear.
REPO MAN: We need to take it, love.
Oh, no. Not now. (CHUCKLES NERVOUSLY)
- Now.
- EILEEN: Thanks, Jude.
- Uh. Where are you going?
- I'm teaching this arvo, Judy. Sorry.
Mary and Bilya, they're coming tonight.
I've gotta get the old place ready.
Uh. Buying anything, Eileen?
Nah, Rosie, thanks.
I'm a natural beauty.
- Thanks for the tucker!
- Could you just give me a couple of hours?
(INHALES) Um.
My husband had his mates over last night,
so there's slabs of beer in the shed.
You got two hours.
(UPBEAT POP MUSIC PLAYING)
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
(CHUCKLES)
Thúy! Sandy!
I discovered the Bee Gees
are from Manchester, England.
They emigrated here, like us. Like me.
- You are no Bee Gee, Lam.
- I could be, my love.
- I could be.
- Oh, yeah? And I'm Coco Chanel.
You could be, my love,
but you're so much better!
(BOTH CHUCKLE)
- You okay, my boy? Huh?
- Hmm.
You sure? How was school?
Oh, apart from fighting with Tilly
about not going into space?
- Fine.
- (LAM CHUCKLES)
How can you go to Mars
if you're a surgeon? Huh? (CHUCKLES)
Binh!
He walked off, just like that.
He's a teenager.
What do you expect, Mr Bee Gee?
(MUSIC FADES)
BOB: You're looking foxy, darling.
Foxy? (CHUCKLES)
Where did you hear that?
Oh, I pick up the best lines
from the surfer dudes and bros I hear.
Well, I'd look a lot foxier
if you got me a proper mirror.
Hmm. We're getting serious.
- You wish.
- Well (INHALES)
as a matter of fact
I gotta go. (SIGHS)
Mary's coming home soon.
Want some company?
(SIGHS) You want my daughter
to run you over with her car?
- (SIGHS)
- (CLICKS TONGUE)
Oh, I'd miss my secret
lover on the beach.
(CLICKS TONGUE)
- (DOOR OPENS)
- EILEEN: See ya.
(DOOR CLOSES)
- (INHALES) Gotcha! (LAUGHS)
- (CHUCKLES)
(BOTH LAUGH)
Why can't you use a real mannequin?
JUDY: Hey! C'mon,
Tilly, this is your deb ball.
- It's gotta be perfect.
- Why me then? It's not my deb ball.
JUDY: Oh, 'cause you're cheaper
than a mannequin.
And we need every cent that Steph Reith
is paying us for these dresses.
Heading out with Mick. (EXHALES)
Seems like a good time to get a beer.
- What about a TV?
- Oh, please.
Look at my girls. All
grown up. Beautiful.
- The word is "objectified."
- Nah! Beautiful.
(ROMANTIC SONG PLAYING)
- (DOOR OPENS)
- The last person who objectified me got
- (DOOR CLOSES)
- What?
MIA: Dumped.
- Are we done then, Mum?
- JUDY: Come on!
We can't afford to waste
a scrap of material,
so we're done when we're done.
- Patience, my angels.
- (GROANS)
Oh, come on, Mia!
It'll be your turn next year.
- You'll be standing up here
- (SIGHS)
getting your deb dress made
and you are gonna wow them.
- You know that? You both are.
- MIA: Who's them?
Why can't I wow them with my surf skills
- or something else?
- Oh, can you just
(SIGHS) Can you just enjoy this?
- I've had enough.
- No, get up!
Look, girls, I need
your help, all right?
We gotta make dresses,
we gotta sell dresses.
- We need
- TILLY: The money.
- (SIGHS)
- TILLY: Can you get more shifts, Mum?
If I quit school,
I can make us some money.
- Ow, Mum! Ow!
- JUDY: Oh, I'm sorry.
I am not taking any new job,
and Mia is not quitting school.
- Is that clear?
- I can help!
Surf contests,
they have prize money. I'm good.
Don't you see? Your dad is supposed
to be taking care of us.
Him and his mates need
to sort out this strike,
and he needs to take care of us
like he's supposed to.
And we should be talking
about nice things,
like frocks and boys and shoes
and the top bloody 40 and Donny Osmond.
- Girls, have you seen Donny Osmond lately?
- Ew, Mum.
I don't wanna be talking
about bricks and strikes and bills.
So, you're not quitting school to surf.
- Nothing is changing, all right?
- (GASPS)
- (SIGHS, GASPS)
- (SIGHS)
(SIGHS, SNIFFLES)
Oh. I'm sorry.
- (INDISTINCT CHATTER)
- (DISCO MUSIC PLAYING)
And you wanna be my boss?
- No, I want us to work together.
- Hmm.
And being my big brother's boss
is just a happy by-product.
- (CHUCKLES)
- And let's be honest, mate,
it's not like you're doing
a great job with your current gig.
- Piss off!
- I can fire you for that.
- Which is why you're not hiring me.
- Why are you fighting this Wayne bloke?
You know, there's other jobs,
there's other companies
Because it's the right thing to do.
That simple.
We have rights. We fight for 'em.
- Jesus, Mick!
- MICK: You're wasting your time.
The company's a dinosaur.
- Oh, and you're the future, eh?
- Yeah.
We are. You know,
TV is gonna be huge in the '80s.
People will wanna see something new,
something fun.
Good news, entertaining news.
News that makes you feel good,
excited, horny.
The '70s have been a drag.
Mate, I am so sorry my comrades and me
haven't entertained you enough
- as we've fought for our families.
- MICK: Nah, you're good.
Besides, sweaty communists
- Socialists.
- Sweaty socialists don't rate well either.
- (SIGHS)
- Here, look, Miss Universe.
Coming to Perth.
The eyes of the world
coming to the end of the world.
You could be there.
With me.
Nah, mate.
It's just yours.
However, if you've got any old TVs
in that production company of yours
I'll take one of those.
(GULPS) More steak?
Hmm. Mm-hmm.
(CLICKS TONGUE, SNIFFS)
- You growing, young fella!
- Hmm.
You've shot up a lot
since I saw you last.
I'll have to stock up.
- You'll eat me out of house and home.
- (CHUCKLES)
- You don't have to worry about that.
- Yeah, I'm not. I'm just messin', Mary.
(SWALLOWS)
It's Djinda, Mum. My name is Djinda.
(INHALES)
- (SIGHS)
- (CHAIR SCRAPING)
(CHEWS)
(SIGHS)
- (WATER RUNNING)
- (CROCKERY CLATTERING)
We're just passin' through. We'll
be gone first thing in the morning.
- Mm-hmm.
- (CROCKERY CLATTERING)
PROTESTERS: No retreat!
No surrender! No retreat! No surrender!
No retreat! No surrender!
No retreat! No surrender!
- No retreat! No surrender!
- WAYNE: Tam.
- Tam! Shit, there you are.
- (AUDIO FEEDBACK)
We're done here. Ta. Ta, mate.
Say hi to your sister for me, will ya?
PROTESTERS: (IN DISTANCE) No retreat!
No surrender! No retreat! No surrender!
(SCOFFS, CLICKS TONGUE)
Is this the best WA has to offer?
- Apparently.
- (SIGHS)
Lambs to the slaughter,
every one of them. (INHALES)
But seeing as you didn't want me
recommending you to Wayne (EXHALES)
- (SIGHS)
- I've just had a call from the bank.
- (BELL RINGING)
- (GASPS) They're closing us down?
(SMACKS LIPS) Your bank.
Your house. The mortgage.
They were checking if you and Tony
were still employed here.
- What?
- They haven't been paid for three months.
(CHUCKLES, INHALES)
Oh, well, we're we're all good, Fran.
(CLICKS TONGUE) I've got it sorted.
(PROTESTERS CHANTING INDISTINCTLY)
Honestly, I don't know
how you put up with that rabble.
These are my girls. They're
just, uh, taking notes, you know.
Taking a bit of inspiration
from the, uh, the big boys.
- (BREATHES DEEPLY)
- WAYNE: Thanks, Tam.
- (BRIAN CLEARS THROAT)
- (LIGHTER FLICKS)
WAYNE: So, Brian
(EXHALES) What would you do
as General Manager, mate?
I'd start by targeting
the longest-serving member of staff,
- walk him out of here without a payoff.
- Hmm.
Then I'd target the most popular.
(CHUCKLES)
And then the loudest, do the same.
All of them. Gone.
(INHALES) The rest will fall in line.
- Marquee cuts always
- Fran!
FRANCESCA: Well,
it's an interesting approach
to jackboot your way in here
and stamp your name on something
(INHALES)
before you have even the vaguest idea
of what exactly you're stamping on.
It's just that the, uh,
longest-serving employee
is the only one that actually understands
the wiring on the production line.
And, um (CLICKS TONGUE)
the most popular is, uh (INHALES)
Sorry. Um. Fran.
FRANCESCA: Really? Thanks. (CHUCKLING)
- Oh, well, without you we're
- We're all fucked.
And, uh, the loudest, Dave,
is the most efficient technician
that we've had
for the past three quarters, so, um,
there is that.
- (SMACKS LIPS) Not a great start, Brian.
- Or finish.
Piss off. You're talking out your arse.
Not bad Jude, not bad at all.
TILLY: Jono! Jono!
I'm I'm in our capsule!
Come on! Two minutes.
(JONO SIGHS)
Well, Houston, we have a problem.
(CHUCKLES, IMITATES RADIO NOISE)
Have advised them.
- We're still a go for Mars landing.
- (CHUCKLES)
Didn't we do that trip in this
three years ago?
Hmm.
We can always go again. For real.
- Tilly. We can't. I
- Okay No
John Glenn flew over Perth
when I was in my mum's belly.
The first woman cosmonaut flew the
year (CHUCKLES) we were born.
Neil Armstrong walked on the Moon
before we were seven.
- And the Space Shuttle
- Tilly
- (HESITATES) I can't.
- The the the Space Age is our age!
Ours.
You were the first friend
who ever understood that.
- This is our dream.
- It's your dream.
Not mine.
- Not really.
- What is then?
- Mmm
- Really?
- I don't know. Bowie. Music.
- (CHUCKLES) David Bowie?
Neil Armstrong? (SCOFFS) John Glenn?
You want it, Tilly? Chase it.
Really, you should. But I'm not.
Sorry.
(SEAT CREAKS)
(CAR DOOR OPENS)
(CAR DOOR CLOSES)
(SIGHS)
EILEEN: What are you up to?
- DJINDA: Come on, we've gotta go.
- Um
- Esperance is a long drive.
- EILEEN: Esperance?
Yeah, they need help
with their bloody mongrel MP down there.
EILEEN: And what do you need?
- And my grandson?
- Well, he needs his people.
People? I'm his bloody people, Mar
Bilya, he needs a
high school certificate.
- We've gotta go, Mum, I'm really sorry.
- (POPPY SCREAMING)
EILEEN: You wanna deal
with these whitefellas? These mongrels?
- Educate our boy. That's how ya do it!
- (GROANS)
DJINDA: Bilya isn't your son, okay?
He's mine. Adam, your son,
you remember him?
- He's 1,000 miles away.
- EILEEN: I know Bilya.
- And I know Adam. Thank you.
- (BREATHES DEEPLY)
Look, I know you've gotta go. I get it.
(INHALES, CLICKS TONGUE)
Let him stay with me, here.
- Please.
- (POPPY GRUNTS)
Uh. I'll stay with Nan.
All good. (CHUCKLES)
(PLAYFUL MUSIC PLAYING)
(MIA AND POPPY CHUCKLING)
(BOTH CHUCKLE)
Mia?
Mia? That smoke stinks!
- Hey, Tilly.
- TILLY: Poppy.
Mia, Mum? Where is she?
At work.
- MIA: Oh, no! (GROANS)
- June 6, 1979. Here come the ladies!
More Miss Universe contestants
- arrive into Perth.
- Don't.
Fears grow a power strike
could hit pageant and broadcast.
NASA has announced
its new space shuttle program
will be delayed by another two years.
This means the Skylab space station will
remain empty for at least six years,
calling into question its future.
(PENSIVE MUSIC PLAYING)
(INHALES)
(CROCKERY CLATTERING)
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
(EXHALES)
- It's good here, though.
- Huh?
(SIGHS)
FRANCESCA: Sorry
for the delay, gentlemen.
Thanks for coming in on such
short notice. It won't be long.
- (GROANS)
- Yup.
Yeah.
(MUSIC CONTINUES)
(GRUNTS, GROANS)
- Poof! (GRUNTS)
- (GRUNTS)
- (GRUNTS, BREATHES HEAVILY)
- (MAN BREATHES HEAVILY)
- Yeah, I am.
- (MAN BREATHES HEAVILY, COUGHS)
(PENSIVE MUSIC FADES)
- (EXHALES)
- (SIGHS)
- Sod this, boys. I'm home to the missus.
- (GRUNTS)
WAYNE: (CLEARS THROAT)
Sorry for the wait, boys.
Been a bit busy
hiring my new interim General Manager.
Judy Bissett. Knows the place inside out
and knows you lot inside and out.
Good evening, gentlemen.
We all know each other. (SIGHS)
We know everything about each other.
No more secrets. (EXHALES)
No more games.
Wayne wants to remodel the business.
You wanna keep your jobs
and get paid more.
In the meantime, the city
is waiting for us to sort this out.
So, I
We
are gonna start to fix this.
Tonight.
Hmm.
(BREATHES HEAVILY)
(THEME MUSIC PLAYING)
(THEME MUSIC CONCLUDES)