Ten Pound Poms (2023) s01e01 Episode Script

(HAMMERING)
(DISTANT VOICES)
(MACHINERY WHIRS)
(HAMMERING MORPHS INTO GUNSHOTS)
(ALARM BLARES)
(EXPLOSION)
(SCREAMING)
(PLANE BUZZES)
(SHOUTING)
(EXPLOSION)
(SCREAMING)
Let me out, please!
(GUNSHOT)
(SCREAMING FADES)
(TERRY PANTS)
Bye, lads.
Sorry.
(METALLIC CLANK)
(GRUNTS)
(OVER RADIO) ..with
a low temperature of
(RAPPING ON WINDOW)
Annie?
Annie!
What?
What?
It's your Terry -
he's on the street.
Come quick!
Terry!
Terry
Terry!
Terry.
Terry, wake up.
Terry, wake up.
Wake up!
(TERRY GROANS)
Thanks, love. I'll see you.
Yeah. I'll leave you to it.
(DOOR CLOSES)
Where is it, Terry?
Where is the bloody money, Terry?
Where is it?
Where's the bloody pay, Terry?
Where is it?!
Where's the bloody money, Terry?
Stupid
Where is it?!
Oh, you
(TERRY COUGHS, SPURTS)
filthy bugger!
Bloody hell.
Oh
Oh, God!
(TERRY GROANS)
Sorry, Annie
(THUNDER RUMBLES)
(TERRY GROANS) Bloody hell.
Goodbye, rain.
Hello, 300 days of sunshine a year.
We could have our tea
in the garden.
Imagine having a proper garden.
Maybe you could get a palm tree,
have coconuts for breakfast.
A fresh start.
I won't let you down.
(DISTANT SHOUTS)
Blimey. Where are you going?
Australia, mate.
Oh! How long's that going to take?
Six weeks, three days
and approximately 14 hours.
Oh.
Try living with him.
Hold that for me, son.
(BOAT BELLOWS)
Here we go, then.
The start of our new lives.
Come on, gang. Right.
Get that, please, lad.
More arrivals.
There'll be hundreds of us.
I can't believe
we're actually doing this.
Are you having doubts?
No.
No, of course not.
VOICEOVER: Australia -
a great place for families.
Australia is
an exciting new land.
A country in the modern world.
Create a real home for your family.
A good place to grow.
There's a bright future.
Come over to the sunny side.
The cost of the journey
halfway around the world is £10.
Look for a new start
on your way to Australia.
Welcome to Australia.
Hey, look at that.
They let them work in shorts.
I love Australia, me!
What do you think we've got in
there, Tommy guns?
(ARGUING)
What's happening?
Whites only. Rules.
Three, two, one.
Next up, please.
Does everyone
have their picture taken?
All new arrivals, yeah.
Three, two, one.
(HE CHUCKLES)
Thanks. Thanks.
Next.
You're supposed to be traveling
with your fiancé, Henry Broad.
He changed his mind.
Couldn't face leaving England.
You realise on this scheme
you have to give up your passport
for two years?
No exceptions.
Yeah, I realise.
So once you pass by me,
you won't be seeing your fiancé
again for a long, long time.
Well
It was his decision.
I want to live in Australia.
All right. Come on, then.
Go on, Peter.
All aboard!
Annie? Go on.
Kate? Hi!
Terry, this is Kate.
I met her on the boat. I told you.
This is my husband, Terry. Charmed.
Are ya? We're gonna miss it,
come on. Looks like we're neighbours.
Go on. You get on. Thanks.
Hiya. How you doing?
♫ Streamline train
♫ Fastest train around
♫ Hard workin' stranger
♫ I ain't gonna hurt you none
♫ I'm gonna leave in the mornin'
♫ Baby, on that streamline train
♫
OK?
No smoke, no fog.
Hey, look at them.
TERRY: Amazing.
Well, you don't see that
in Stockport precinct.
♫ Well, there's only one thing, mama
♫ Keep your mind off this man
♫ Streamline train
♫ Greenback dollar bill
♫ A lovin' proposition
Gonna get somebody killed
♫ I'm gonna leave
in the morning
♫ Baby, on that streamline train. ♫
Oh. Here we go.
Home sweet home.
♫ Keep your mind off this man. ♫
Is that? Can't be.
Where are the houses?
Bloody hell.
It's like a prisoner of war camp.
(SHARP WHISTLE)
G'day, g'day, new arrivals.
Fresh meat.
Welcome to paradise.
I'm the bloke
that runs the place.
John Joseph Walker.
Everyone calls me JJ.
Now, I don't want to hear
any of this Mr Walker crap
like you got in the UK.
You're in Aus now,
and it's JJ.
Right.
Let's get some names going.
Pattie.
And this place is a dump.
It's nothing like
the photos they showed. Pattie!
(HE CHUCKLES)
No, no, no.
Young lady's entitled
to her opinion.
Over here, we have a little phrase
for you Brits -
"whingeing poms"
Poms? ..because you come over here
from boring old Blighty
with its rain and its rationing
and we embrace you.
We invite you to our sun-licked
paradise to work hard
and prosper,
maybe even own your own home.
But all some of you do
is bitch and moan
and complain about how much
you miss good old England.
So no, Patricia, my love.
The Ritz Hotel, it is not.
But until your parents get a job,
it's yours,
rent-free with hot and/or cold
running water.
So
Shall we?
Ooh, outside dunnies.
You're going to love that.
A cool breeze washing over
your bangers and mash.
(FLIES BUZZ)
There's only one bedroom.
What?
Where do we sleep?
That folds out.
(PATTIE SIGHS)
It's so hot.
What's that? What is it?!
Oh, it's a cockroach.
You know they can live
for a week without bread?
Oh! How long can they live
squashed? Pattie!
They carry disease. Just like you!
We came to the other side of
the world to live in squalor?
Listen, everybody,
this is just temporary, OK?
A lick of paint and it'll be lovely.
A lick of paint, Terry?
We've sold everything we own
to come here.
It was all my stupid idea.
Annie.
You happy now?
I didn't want to come here
in the first place.
Where do you think
you're going?
(HE SIGHS)
Now, because you were supposed
to be in a couple,
I had you in a different hut,
but single woman,
different scenario.
So I've got you next
to the Andersons,
Bill and Sheila. She's great.
You'll like her. Yeah?
Him - bit of a stick up his arse.
So, have you got work lined up?
Yes. A nurse in Cockburn.
Ah! Then you'll be golden.
So
This is you.
Thank you.
It's, uh
beautiful.
So he just let you go, then,
did he?
Across to the other side
of the world without him?
He got cold feet.
Wow. He must be mad.
Word to the wise - in the hostel,
most are married,
but it doesn't stop people trying
for a bit extra,
especially the Italians.
So if you are kneading your oats,
don't groan too loud.
(HE KNOCKS)
These walls are paper thin.
(HE CLICKS TONGUE)
Toodle-oo.
Pattie was right.
They lied to us.
They showed us whitewashed houses
and they showed us huge gardens.
And that's what we'll have.
We'll make it work.
(SHE GROANS)
We will.
This is just
Remember when we went
on that holiday?
Grange-over-Sands.
Mm. What was that B&B like?
A bloody hovel.
(HE CHUCKLES)
And that woman that ran it,
face like a smacked arse.
And we were like,
"Good God, where have we come?"
Well, what happened, Annie?
We had a good time. Correct.
Because you wouldn't let us not.
Because it was our one holiday
of the year.
And because we paid up front.
Yeah, and what did it turn out to
be?
Best bloody holiday we ever had.
Well, until the last day,
when you got steaming drunk
with Leon from South Port,
and then me and Mrs Leon
had to send out a search party,
didn't we? Yeah, all right.
And then you both lost money
at the tracks.
Uh, mine had three legs.
And somehow you lost a shoe.
And to this day, Terry Roberts,
I'll never understand
where that shoe went.
All right, all right.
Jesus Christ, Annie!
You're like a bloody donkey,
aren't you? You never forget.
(SHE CHUCKLES)
What are you laughing at?
You!
A donkey?
It's something else, isn't it?
Yes, it is.
(HE CHUCKLES)
You brought us here
for a reason.
For me.
For this.
To get us
back to where we were.
Yeah.
And that's what we're going to do.
Come here.
I love you, Annie Roberts.
I love you too,
you silly bugger.
(DOOR OPENS)
Come on, boys!
Are these the loos?
(DOOR OPENS)
Hi.
Hi. Sorry about that.
(FLIES BUZZ)
(LOUD THUD)
Fresh meat. You playing?
Yeah. All right.
As long as I'm striker.
I was talking to your brother.
No, thanks.
Suit yourself.
Hey!
I was serious.
All right. Come on, then.
Come on. You're playing.
Run! Stop. Come on!
(BOAT BELLOWS)
(UPBEAT MUSIC PLAYS)
♫ I wouldn't give tuppence
for all of the rest. ♫
(LAUGHTER)
♫ The rottenest bits
of these islands of ours
♫ We've left in the hands
of three unfriendly powers
♫ Examine the Irishman,
Welshman or Scot
♫ You'll find he's a stinker
as likely as not
♫ And the flower of the English
♫ Are Donald Michael
♫ Donald
Michael
♫ And me! ♫
Penalty. It was a clean tackle.
A clean tackle? He chopped me down.
It's my ball.
Give
(SHE GRUNTS)
Pattie!
(SHE GASPS)
You OK? Yeah.
Easy, son. Don't get too close.
No.
Aye, here's a job in Fernbrook,
digging ditches to lay pipes
for gas.
Can you dig holes?
Well, yes.
But I'm a fully qualified builder.
I'm skilled in demolition and
So you're happy to dig holes?
I'll do what I need to do.
I'm a grafter.
But ideally, I do want skilled to do.
Hurry up!
(COMPLAINING)
Yeah, I'll dig holes. Great.
I'll just check no Australians
want this, otherwise it's yours.
Oh, yeah, will do.
Come in.
Marvin, I've got to go.
A pom's just walked in.
(HE CHUCKLES)
Yeah, pasty skin.
He looks like he's got TB.
(HE LAUGHS)
Tea and biscuits for elevenses?
Puttin' on me top hat.
Yeah, bye, mate, bye.
Oh
All right, pom,
show me your muscles.
Good enough.
I'm an easy going boss,
but I got three golden rules.
One - we all work hard,
we all go home on time.
Two -
thieving will not be tolerated.
I don't care if it's a screwdriver
or a ton of lead piping.
Get caught, I'll call the law.
Three - don't ask me for a sub.
You got more chance of spotting
a one-legged wallaby peeing
on a Kiwi's grave.
We understand each other?
Certainly do. Good.
(HE WHISTLES)
(WORKMAN LAUGHS)
Righto.
This is Terry.
He's from the United Kingdom.
Make him welcome.
Or he might hit you
with his croquet mallet.
(CHUCKLING)
"What, what?"
(HE CHUCKLES)
All right, then.
Dean'll show you around.
ANNIE: All right, school bag.
Lovely. Thanks, Mum. Bye.
Big smiles now, and be friendly.
And be good!
I don't understand.
Here they call underpants "undies".
Yeah. Incredible -
they dropped the word "pants".
No, but
But why would they change that?
It doesn't make sense.
Try and be more normal, Peter.
You need to make new friends.
All right?
It just seems unnecessary.
♫ I'm worried now,
but I won't be worried long
♫ I'm worried now,
but I won't be worried long
♫ I'm worried now
♫ But I won't be worried long
♫ Worried long. ♫
Hello?
Hi, I'm Kate.
I know who you are, Your Majesty.
(SHE LAUGHS)
I was wondering if it's possible
to use a telephone.
I need to call the consulate.
It won't take long.
For you, ma'am, anything.
Hello? Operator?
I'd like to make
an international call.
(PHONE RINGS)
Hello?
Sandra.
It's Kate. Is my mum there?
I'm phoning from abroad.
Margie! It's your Kate.
Katheryn?
Oh, my goodness!
I don't understand why you did this.
What's he saying?
He's going crazy.
Saying he's getting
the next boat out there.
When's that? I have no idea.
Well, if he asks, just say
that you haven't heard from me.
Lie? Yes.
Or say that I'm in Perth.
I don't understand.
I've got to go.
I don't understand
why you're doing this.
Mum, I had to.
I love you. Bye.
(KATE HANGS UP)
All sorted? With the consulate?
Yep.
Oh, no. Oh, no, you don't.
Are you the concierge?
Aussie dunny, mate,
used by Australians only.
Well, I need a leak. Go down there.
I'm not peeing in the bushes.
Don't you all piss outside
in Britain?
No. Hey, listen, I'm not joking.
All right?
It's an Aussie dunny
for Aussie piss and Aussie shit.
You got it?
I don't want any trouble.
You're not getting any trouble.
You're getting an education.
You got blacks in Britain, don't ya?
Yes.
Well, over here,
you're the black.
So go and piss in the bushes.
(HE CHUCKLES)
Have a look at this, boys.
He's over there, look.
Made him piss in the bushes.
(URINE SPLASHES)
(CHUCKLING)
Hey!
Hey, what are you doing?
I spent all morning doing that.
You're blocking my path.
Dirt goes on that side.
Old mate.
(WORKMEN CHUCKLE)
(SHE SIGHS)
♫ Tell me, what is that
walking down the street?
♫ Shimmin' and shakin'
like a ton of raw beef
♫ Is it real?
♫ I want to know, is it real?
♫ I don't know
♫ Cos if it is, why in the world
don't it ever stand still?
♫ Tell me, what is that standing
on the kerb?
♫ Twistin' and turnin'
like a flock of wild birds
♫ Is it real?
♫ I want to know, is it real?
♫ I don't know
And if it is
♫ Why in the world
don't it ever stand still?
♫ Tell me, what is that
coming down the road?
♫ Rocking and rolling
like a motley Ford
♫ Is it real?
♫ I want to know, is it real?
♫ I don't know
Cos if it is
♫ Why in the world
don't it ever stand still? ♫
(CASH REGISTER DINGS)
Here you go.
Thank you, Victoria.
See you tomorrow. Thank you.
Yes?
No.
To the back.
To the back of the queue.
Go!
Thank you.
I'm sorry,
why is she not being served?
They get served after us.
Thank you.
Yellow - that's lovely.
That'll be two shillings.
I'd like to speak
to the manager, please.
Manager? Yes.
Out the back.
This is a disgrace.
Oh.
I was looking for the manager.
You found her?
Oh, are you here
for the supervisor role?
I'm sorry?
I'll get you
the application form.
What's your name, my darling?
Come in.
Sorry for the mess.
You know what they say -
messy office, tidy mind or
I don't know what they say.
Do you want
some pineapple upside down cake?
One of the girls made it.
It's delicious.
Er, no, I'm here because
I want to What's your name?
Mrs Roberts.
But the reas Your real name.
Mrs Roberts! You English,
you're so formal.
Annie. Annie. Fantastic.
Now, you've got qualifications,
I assume,
but I don't put much store
by all that.
I trust my instincts.
If I like you, I hire you.
Now, fill that in.
Use my desk if you need to.
Or you can bring it back tomorrow.
Erm, I was actually coming to, erm
Yeah. I'm more than qualified.
Fantastic.
Put all your information down there.
Come over with your family.
Husband, kids?
Oh, no. My my husband died.
So it's just me and the kids.
New start.
I'm sorry to hear that, Annie.
All the more reason to work.
Listen, I've got to pee.
But I'll look forward
to your application.
♫ Said that you'll be
♫ Said that you'll be mine forever
♫ Dum-doo, doobie-doobie-doowop
♫ Dum-doo, doobie-doobie-doowop. ♫
Bloody pom.
Pst! Pst!
In here.
You look like a man
could use a drink.
Eh Voila!
Anything you need, I'm your man.
Oh, shush. It's contraband.
Bloody hell.
(HE CHUCKLES)
They call me Party Arty.
I'll just have this.
Arthur Farthingdon.
Terry Roberts.
Monsieur.
Ta.
Let me tell you, my friend,
things are better over here.
We're a good community
and we look out for each other.
Well, most of us.
There's a few Europeans
you have to watch,
especially the Dutch.
Any Germans here?
There are, actually.
Nice people.
Can't blame them, can we?
They weren't all fans
of mein Fuhrer.
You fight?
Battle of Arnhem.
Got captured.
Tried to escape twice.
Ended up in Dresden.
Dresden?
(HE WHISTLES)
Bad as they say?
Worse.
Yourself?
Burma.
Every day was rolling the dice.
But I survived.
The good Lord spared me.
So the way I see it,
we owe it to those that fell
to make the most of our lives.
Beach!
Come on.
How was school? Good.
The kids were? About 70% nice.
Not bad for the first day.
Clap your eyes on that.
Oh, wow!
Look at it.
It's beautiful.
Last one in is a sissy!
Oop! Come on, then!
All right! Don't mind us!
You go with them if you like.
I'll sort all this out.
Nah, it's fine.
I hear there's jellyfish in there
anyway. Oh!
That's it!
Good girl!
Whee!
Come on.
Pattie's the sissy!
Wahey!
Go on.
There just was too many problems.
There was too many things
that he just wouldn't
He wouldn't talk about it.
All our money was going
on booze and gambling.
He was in a right mess.
Pattie's at that age
where she's interested in boys,
and he would just blow his top.
He hated them.
All of them.
No-one was ever good enough.
When he's sober,
he's such a lovely man.
But drunk, he's
Listen to me
talking all about myself. Sorry.
You weren't.
You were talking about Terry.
You're very brave, you know?
Traveling over here by yourself.
Right. Come on.
We're going in.
You said there were jellyfish.
There is.
And sharks, so come on. No! Come on!
Oh, it's rather nice.
Whose van is this?
Never you mind.
Whose is it?
JJ's.
JJ's?
I know where he keeps the keys
when he's off-site,
but I figure there's no point,
it just sitting there.
(TERRY CHUCKLES)
(ENGINE STARTS)
I heard Kate called you. Oh! Henry.
Where is she?
I swear, Henry, she didn't tell me.
Hey, hey, hey.
I love her, Margie.
I want to be with her.
So the next time she calls,
you find out where she is for me.
Oh, no. Oh. Uck.
All smiles, Bill.
All smiles.
Hello, dear.
Terry, I've been thinking, right?
Oh, that's dangerous. You don't want
to be doing too much of that.
No. No, no, listen.
I've been thinking
about me working out here.
You've got a job.
Me. And the kids.
You're brilliant at it.
You are.
How do you get this undone?
Get your cap.
(MATTRESS SPRINGS SQUEAK)
(FAINT MOANING)
You OK?
Yeah. Just schoolwork.
That's good.
You keep at it.
You're a bright girl.
So full of confidence.
I envy you.
I do.
You've got your whole future
ahead of you.
Nothing to stop you
achieving everything
that you're capable of.
♫ You ever wake up
and you feel so sick
♫ So, girl, don't be mad
Cos your mind playin' tricks
♫ All night long,
it wasn't me in there
♫ You woke up
and found yourself in jail
♫ Walk on
♫ What a heavy dream ♫
Ah, hello again.
I want to tell you the truth.
Right.
When you asked me
about my husband, I lied.
He's not dead.
He's useless sometimes.
And the reason we came here
was to stop him from drinking
himself to death.
He's very much alive and well.
Right.
So why lie?
I really want this job.
But Terry, my husband,
says that I've got two kids,
so that's my job.
But I am honest and I am capable
and hardworking.
And despite what I said
the other day, I am trustworthy.
And if you give me this
opportunity Right, right, right.
I really want it.
(SHE CHUCKLES)
Christ alive, Annie,
you are one crazy cat.
You know that?
I see a lot of myself in you
and I like it.
Now get out of here, you nut.
Go! Go, go.
♫ I must've had a dream
♫ Well, I'm so excited
Being here by myself ♫
Hey, move it, pom!
♫ Get a train
and gonna go somewhere
♫ I know a girl
who put me up on the shelf
♫ And she left me for someone else
♫ Oh, boy
♫ What a heavy dream. ♫
(KNOCK ON DOOR)
G'day, Sheila.
Hut inspection.
This new? Mm-hm.
You know what drives me crazy?
They always put Britain
smack bang in the centre.
I want a map
with Australia in the middle,
centre of the universe,
where we belong.
I got your return application.
Is it because of me?
No. I told you -
no-one need know.
It's not you.
Signature, please.
When?
It's not you, John.
She
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!
Oh!
Oh, hey, sorry, pom.
The rope snapped.
You could've killed me!
I will try harder next time, eh?
And maybe one of our mob
will get a job. Huh?
Ten-pound loser.
(DEAN SPITS)
Get down here now!
Oh, don't be silly, mate.
Lost your mind, have you, mate?
Get down!
Oi, oi
Come on, get up.
Lunatic!
Come on, Dean. Come on, Dean.
Come on!
(WORKERS EGG ON)
Give it to him!
Give it to him, mate.
Aargh!
(WORKERS EGG ON)
(CARTILAGE CRUNCHES)
(DEAN SCREAMS)
Break it up! Get off him!
On your feet. On your feet.
Who started this?
He did. He did.
We weren't fighting.
No?
What was it? A prelude to sex?
He dropped those pipes on me -
he could've killed me. No.
It were an accident, boss.
Accident, my arse.
This again, huh?
What?
You think he's taking Aussie work?
We invited him here,
and he's doing the work
that you lot won't -
without complaint.
(WORKERS MUMBLE)
Shake hands.
Shake. Hands.
Yeah, there you go. See?
Now give him a hug.
(WORKERS LAUGH)
What?
Fighting on site's
a sackable offense.
(WORKERS CHUCKLE)
Now a little kiss.
(RAUCOUS LAUGHTER)
Come on, Billy. Come on!
You kiss him, Dean, or I'll get
those dismissal papers ready.
(WORKERS EGG ON)
Come on!
Little peck.
(RAUCOUS LAUGHTER)
Get off!
(HE LAUGHS)
(HE MIMICS KISSING)
(LAUGHTER)
You want me to make sweet love
to him next? Come on.
Here you go.
There you go.
Go on, get back to work, you lot.
(DEAN LAUGHS)
Go on, you bastards.
Ha-ha! Get back to work,
you bastards!
What's so bloody funny?
Tonight's slurp night.
A few of us are going out.
You want to come?
Yeah, that'll be good, thanks.
Good.
Hope you've got deep pockets.
You're buying, sweetheart.
(DEAN LAUGHS)
Let's hit the pub, Paulie.
How you going?
Oh, very thirsty. Toodle-oo.
Eh, four beers, a bourbon
and, er, Coca-Cola.
Coca-Cola?
Or a lemonade,
whatever you've got.
What, for you?
Yeah.
Yeah.
Give us a beer.
That's more like it.
All right. Mind how you go.
(INDISTINCT CONVERSATION)
Goodnight, fellas.
Oh!
Are you OK? Ow!
Ow, ow, ow, ow.
I didn't even see you.
Do you not use your brakes?!
I am so sorry. How's this?
(SHE SCREAMS)
Shit.
(HE CHUCKLES)
Sorry.
I know that's not very ladylike.
All right, Do you want me to take
you to a hospital,
or I can call an ambulance?
No, no, what I really need
is a stiff drink.
Could you help me with that?
That I can do, yeah.
OK.
OK. Here.
Careful. Careful.
OK. You all right? Yeah.
Two, three, four
♫ And it's all for me grog,
me jolly, jolly grog
♫ All for me beer and tobaccy
♫ Spent all me tin
with a stranger drinking gin
♫ Across the Western Plains
I must wander. ♫
Drink, drink, drink!
(SINGING CONTINUES)
Come on! Go, go!
DEAN: You all right there, mate?
Good.
Never better.
(DEAN CHUCKLES)
One too many, eh?
What? No.
I'm good for another.
I had you all wrong, mate.
But you're still a pommy bastard.
(DEAN LAUGHS)
You want to see the real Australia?
You never seen the real Australia
till you've driven the dirt roads
at night.
Hey? What do you reckon?
Let's go for a spin.
Yeah.
(DEAN'S LAUGHTER FADES INTO KATE'S)
Well, your leg seems
a lot better.
It is. Thank you.
I'd like to see you again.
I'd like that too.
Kiss me.
Um
How will I reach you?
I'll call you. At the office.
Um, my surname's Carter.
Robbie Carter.
Well, until next time, then,
Robbie Carter.
DEAN: This road goes
for about 150 mile.
Funny places, too,
dotted all around the place.
There's a bar and a pub
in about ten mile.
You should see some of the hooligans
in there, boy.
Look like the brothers been fucking
them sisters.
Hey, I meant to ask you.
Do you prefer the head lamps on,
or do you want them off?
We'll turn them off. There you go.
Oh, Jesus!
What's up? It's pitch-black, Dean.
That's the idea!
(HE MUMBLES GLEEFULLY)
Now we're livin', boy.
(TYRES SCREECH)
Christ!
Dean, Jesus Christ!
Jesus. I hope we don't hit a roo.
Those bastards are tough.
You don't want to hit one of them -
couldn't be good.
Turn them on. Eh? Turn it back on!
Yee-haw, boy! Please, Dean!
You're a fucking lunatic.
Turn them back on! All right.
Turn them back on! All right,
all right, all right.
Fucking hell!
Hey!
Hey, pom, you look like
you pissed your pants there.
Idiot.
It's all right.
Come on, let's go to this pub.
It's only ten minutes up the road.
Might get a couple of sheilas,
too, eh?
Don't know about you,
but I'm a sobering up.
(LOUD THUD)
Shit, shit, shit, shit. Shit.
What was that?
Michael.
Michael! Michael!
Michael!
(SHE BABBLES EMOTIONALLY)
No, please! Michael!
No!
(TRAIN WHISTLE BLOWS)
Michael, please!
(TRAIN CHUGS AWAY)
Kate?
What the hell are you doing?
We'd better get out and have a look.
Anything?
Oh!
(HE TUTS)
Struth!
What?
What?
What?
Oh, God!
Uh
Abo kid.
No wonder we couldn't see him.
Oh, God.
Is he breathing? Don't touch him.
Don't touch him.
Oi!
No!
(HE EXCLAIMS)
It an accident.
Sorry. We didn't see him.
What's he doing out in the road?
Hey? In the middle of the night?
What's he doing out in the road
in the middle of the night?
(HE WHISTLES)
We can't He's calling the others.
Help, you mob!
We should offer to drive them
to the hospital.
We'll get lynched here!
Help! It's his child!
Listen, they're Abos -
dirty, filthy, violent Abos.
Now get in the car. Get in the car.
(HE WHISTLES)
We can drive you to the hospital.
Get in the car now! Yeah?
I'll guarantee
I'll leave without you.
Get in now!
You can't leave my boy here,
on the side of the road,
like a dead dog! Now!
(HE SOBS)
(HE SHOUTS)
(HE SOBS AND SPEAKS SOFTLY)
(DEAN WHISTLES)
Hey.
We tell no-one, right?