Last Days of the Space Age (2024) s01e02 Episode Script

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- We deserve a holiday. Just the two of us.
- Judy!
(GLASS SHATTERS)
JUDY: Strike breaking bitch.
- (CROWD CHANTING)
- You don't think someone here? One of us?
He should be interrogating them,
not having a pint.
- This is our plan to get to the moon.
- It's too much.
TILLY: Jono suddenly decided
he doesn't want to go into space.
EILEEN: Maybe you need to talk to him.
Bilya, he needs a high school
certificate. Let him stay with me.
I'll stay with Nan.
- Grandad, what's going on?
- Nothing.
- We're getting serious.
- You wish.
(BOTH LAUGH)
Miss Universe coming to Perth.
TV is gonna be huge in the '80s.
BOB: One of these days you'll
try that shit with the wrong bloke.
Maybe this morning they pulled that shit
on the wrong chick.
(WAVES SPLASHING)
Your dad is supposed
to be taking care of us.
We are a union. We are united!
FRANCESCA:
I've just had a call from your bank.
They haven't been paid for three months.
I've got it sorted.
WAYNE: Judy Bissett,
interim general manager.
We are gonna fix this. Tonight.
(AIRPLANE ENGINE RUMBLING)
(UPBEAT POP MUSIC PLAYING)
- (INDISTINCT CHATTER)
- (CROWD LAUGHING)
PILOT: Ladies and gentlemen,
I trust you've had a comfortable flight
and that Penny and the girls
have looked after you.
We'll shortly be arriving
into Perth International Airport
where a warm welcome is expected
for our special guests competing
in Miss Universe.
The weather is fine
and we expect no delays.
Ten minutes till landing, folks.
MISS ITALY: And the Russian?
She won't understand a word
the Australians say.
(CHUCKLES)
Looks like Miss Russia
isn’t going to win the people’s vote.
- Long flight, huh?
- (CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKS)
I have the perfect red lipstick
to lift your complexion.
Keep it. A gift, from Miss USSR.
- (CHUCKLES)
- (CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKS)
- (MUSIC CONTINUES OVER RADIO)
- BARRY: A van would’ve killed you?
A van would’ve looked like shit.
Start as we mean to go on.
- You must be up to your eyeballs in debt.
- Not if we have a good Miss Universe.
Then, Barry,
you can have an entire fleet of vans.
- WOMAN: (CHANTING) What do we want?
- PROTESTERS: Equality!
- When do we want it?
- PROTESTERS: Now!
- WOMAN: What do we want?
- Equality!
- WOMAN: When do we want it?
- PROTESTERS: Now!
- WOMAN: What do we want?
- PROTESTERS: Equality!
- WOMAN: When do we want it?
- PROTESTERS: Now!
- WOMAN: What do we want?
- PROTESTERS: Equality!
- WOMAN: When do we want it?
- Now!
- WOMAN: What do we want?
- Equality!
- WOMAN: When do we want it?
- Now!
- WOMAN: What do we want?
- Equality!
- (AEROPLANE ENGINE RUMBLING)
- Let's charm the pants off them.
- WOMAN: What do we want?
- PROTESTERS: Equality!
- WOMAN: When do we want it?
- PROTESTERS: Now!
Trevor? We spoke yesterday.
Mick Bissett. How are you?
M My colleague and I, Barry, we're
here for the Miss Universe arrivals.
Look, I'd love to help
you, Mick, really. But I
- You can't say no to a bit of beer money.
- (PROTESTERS CONTINUE CHANTING)
After a week of listening to that?
- WOMAN: What do we want?
- PROTESTERS: Equality!
- When do we want it?
- Now!
You want a shot of them, Mick?
What do you want to watch
on the news tonight, Barry?
Germaine Greer over there,
burning her bra?
Or a dozen
Miss Universe contestants arriving?
Yeah. Come on.
Uh, and what about a little extra?
I mean, just for holding
all those TV crews at bay?
- WOMAN: What do we want?
- PROTESTERS: Equality!
Yeah, all right.
- WOMAN: What do we want?
- PROTESTERS: Equality!
- WOMAN: When do we want it?
- PROTESTERS: Now!
Nice one, Trev.
- WOMAN: When do we want it?
- PROTESTERS: Now!
- WOMAN: What do we want?
- PROTESTERS: Equality!
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
PILOT: Ladies and gentlemen,
we are now on our final approach
to Perth International Airport.
Please extinguish your cigarettes,
finish any drinks
- and return to your seats
- SVETLANA: Root
PILOT: for landing. Thank you.
Root Rottnest Island.
Eto Rottnest Island.
English!
That is where Australians
drown their first child. In the sea.
They wear little red and yellow hats.
(GRUNTS)
The sharks.
Primitive country.
Sign.
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
We're not here to admire this country.
We're here to represent ours, yes?
(GAS SWISHING)
(CROWD CHEERS)
(LIVE BAND PLAYING UPBEAT MUSIC)
(CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKS)
Money well spent, boss.
But next time, get a proper sound man.
- (CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKS)
- (CROWD CHEERING)
- Mick, boom. Mick, boom!
- Oh, sorry.
(CROWD APPLAUDS, CHEERS)
- Barry, USSR. Stay on her!
- All right.
(CHUCKLES)
(CROWD CHEERING)
(CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKING)
(LAUGHS)
Hello.
What's your name? (LAUGHS)
Miss USSR! Welcome to Australia!
- Oh, thank you.
- Anything to say to camera?
Um Good day. I'm Svetlana Kulkova.
I'm representing the USSR,
and I'm so excited to be here
in your beautiful country.
- I just want to say
- (PAINT SPLASHES)
- (CROWD GASPING)
- (MUSIC CONCLUDES)
PROTESTER 1: Better dead than red.
Soviet oppressors!
- PROTESTER 2: Fuck the beauty queen.
- (LAUGHS, GASPS)
PROTESTER 2: She's a war machine!
PROTESTER 3: Stay out of Afghanistan!
- Hey!
- PROTESTER 2: Free the people! Stay home!
- PROTESTOR 4: Get back in the USSR!
- (BREATHES DEEPLY)
- (CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKING)
- (INDISTINCT CHATTER)
(BREATHES HEAVILY)
- (BREATHES HEAVILY, SNIFFLES)
- (CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKING)
Barry. Barry.
PROTESTER 5: Who's so bad, bitches?
(THEME MUSIC PLAYING)
(THEME MUSIC CONCLUDES)
(SOFT MUSIC PLAYING OVER RADIO)
(UTENSILS CLATTERING)
Never had my hair done
by a "Captain of Industry" before.
You're not gonna charge me more, are ya?
I could double my rate to bugger all
if it’ll make you feel any better.
Look, I've only got time
for a trim today. Sorry.
I just need to be presentable
for this meeting
with the deputy principal.
I can’t be that wild Black woman
scaring him on Bilya’s first day.
(LAUGHS)
Oh, I thought you wanted to look snazzy
for Rosemary’s street party.
A hundred and fifty years of settlement.
(SIGHS) Flamin' party.
- International Roast, ladies.
- Thanks.
Oh, uh, your fella's trying
to boil eggs again.
(SCOFFS)
Do you want me to come
and give you a wash and rinse later?
- I've got lovely soft hands.
- Yeah.
- (UTENSILS CLATTERING)
- I'd like that.
(BOTH LAUGH)
JUDY: Thanks for helping.
(TONY CLEARING THROAT)
(WATER RUNNING)
Shit.
- You know
- TONY: Huh?
you've managed to burn water again.
Yeah, that was me.
I was trying to boil eggs.
- Sorry.
- Without any water or eggs.
Like I said, trying.
Hey Mum, is there any juice?
You’ve got a set of eyes.
Why don't you open the door and look?
You meeting Wayne this morning?
You know I can't talk
about work with you.
- Fine. Gotta get ready.
- Oh! You’ve got to get ready?
I think I'm gonna go
surfing this morning.
I don't wanna talk
about this again, all right?
Surfing? No.
(TIMER BUZZING)
(PHONE RINGING)
Thanks, Jude.
- I didn't finish yet.
- It's all good.
- JUDY: Really?
- MIA: Mum, it’s Francesca.
TILLY: Mum, parent-teacher night.
Don't forget.
- JUDY: I'll be there.
- TILLY: And deb practice with Jono.
- JUDY: Hi, Fran.
- FRANCESCA: Judy, where are you?
JUDY: I'm coming.
FRANCESCA:
The cops are coming to interview you.
- Now?
- FRANCESCA: Wayne wants to talk to you.
Yeah, yeah. I'm
coming. I'm almost there.
Dad, the police are coming to work.
They want to talk about the brick.
Well, they took their merry time,
but that's good.
Um. I can't find my work shirt.
Did you iron it?
Oh, give me a tick!
Hey, tell me, comrade,
is my girl giving you a lift to work
as well as making you
and your daughter breakfast,
doing your laundry?
- Anything else?
- (CLEARS THROAT)
- Well, she's the boss now.
- She's still your wife.
Remember that, son.
- There you go.
- Ta.
Tilly, I almost forgot.
So these were for my deb ball.
I thought maybe you could wear them
- to your rehearsal?
- TILLY: Oh, Mum.
- Try them out?
- They're beautiful,
and they're gonna go perfectly
with my dress.
- JUDY: Yeah?
- Thank you.
(LAUGHS)
What?
- It's (CHUCKLES)
- I'm not allowed to enjoy that moment?
Or is it because it's not your moment
and it doesn't involve a surfboard?
The way you’re going,
you won’t even make it to your deb.
Oh, God.
- MIA: Woah!
- (BOWL SHATTERS)
(GASPS)
Just Just Just Just go.
(SCOFFS, SIGHS)
(SIGHS, CHUCKLES)
Jude?
- You okay?
- Yes, um
Promise me something.
- Anything.
- (SIGHS)
Whatever happens at work,
whatever goes on
promise me it won't come between us.
Of course.
Because it has this week,
and it just can't.
(BREATHES DEEPLY)
No matter what.
It won't.
Promise.
- (SIGHS)
- (MUSIC CONCLUDES)
(POP MUSIC PLAYING OVER STEREO)
(WATER RUNNING, UTENSILS CLATTERING)
SANDY: You know,
today is his special day.
- Mum, I can't be late.
- I made these for you. Special.
You okay?
Today, no. I just miss him.
I know. We all do.
- SANDY: Come on, sit and eat.
- LAM: I'm sorry.
I have to get to the wholesaler.
But
It's okay.
(MUSIC TURNS EMOTIONAL)
You think she'll always be like this
on Van's birthday?
It would have been his 18th.
Maybe it'll get easier.
LAM: Maybe, Son.
(MUSIC FADES)
- (CROWD JEERING)
- (TENSE MUSIC PLAYING)
(CAR HORN HONKING)
- (CROWD CHANTING)
- Oi!
Hey! Cut it out! What did I tell ya?
(CAR HORN HONKING)
TONY: Come on.
(SCOFFS)
Bloody hell!
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
(SIGHS)
Your missus. The boys are worried.
Are they now?
They reckon if she's not helping us,
she's helping that prick in there.
Piss off, Gazza. Give her a chance.
Mate, she's been there a week,
and we’re still standing out here.
You’re meant
to be helping lead this thing.
- Lead us.
- You mean, like I did in ‘73,
‘77 and since the start
of this shitful year?
Don't talk to me about leading!
Even more reason
why your missus needs to deliver
- She has a name, Gazza.
- GAZZA: All right.
- Christ!
- GAZZA: Judy has to deliver something.
Anything.
Paperwork, scandal,
figures, information.
Anything that will give Wayne Doull
a problem.
Or else, mate, you have got a problem.
You've got a problem.
(TENSE MUSIC PLAYING)
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
(SNIFFLES)
(MUSIC FADES)
ROCCO: Morning. So,
we have a brick, we have a bridge.
Not really much to go on, is there?
And a note calling my colleague
a "strike breaking bitch."
Oh! That's not very nice.
Sorry to hear that.
- (SIGHS)
- FRANCESCA: So, if evidence is thin
on the ground, suspects?
Anyone who might have
a problem with you, Judy?
Well, uh, Rocco, the way you keep
such a beady eye on our street,
I thought you'd know
everything about me.
Apart from the two dozen people
that I’m about to make redundant.
What did your forensics team dig out?
(SNEERING) Forensics. Hilarious.
Look, ladies, there’s bugger all
evidence, no witness, no one was hurt.
It might just be best
to get on with life.
- Mm.
- There's nothing we can do.
- Bloody drama queens.
- You said it.
Let's go.
(TENSE MUSIC PLAYING)
- Jude.
- (JUDY SIGHING HEAVILY)
(WHISPERS) The redundancies.
How do you do it?
How do you tell someone
they're not needed, they're not wanted?
FRANCESCA: Honestly?
Quickly. Clearly. Compassionately.
(JUDY SIGHS)
- I did not sign up for this.
- FRANCESCA: You know what, Judy?
You did.
(MUSIC FADES)
- (BELL RINGING)
- (INDISTINCT CHATTER)
- (WHIMSICAL MUSIC PLAYING)
- (BREATHES DEEPLY)
(MUSIC FADES)
Is that meant to be that prick Stirling?
Bilya, not now.
Uh, sorry, sorry, my apologies.
All right. (EXHALES)
So, Bill. Bil Bilya.
I'm Mr Williamson, Deputy Principal,
Scarborough Beach High School.
Top 100 in the state academically.
Top ten in the footy,
which is the important thing.
- (LAUGHS)
- (SCOTT LAUGHS)
I can't think of a better place
for my grandson.
Well, Mrs Wilberforce,
as a teacher of sorts,
- your opinion can't really
- Of sorts?
Well, as one of our supply teachers,
- you might be biased.
- (GASPS)
You play footy, Bill?
(BREATHES DEEPLY) No.
Uh-huh. More of the artist, perhaps?
We’ve got an opening
for someone to play the Aborigine
in our upcoming school play
about WA’s anniversary.
(SIGHS) Is that supposed
to be James Stirling?
- Indeed it is, young man. Very good.
- BILYA: Oh.
And for the jackpot, he was?
The founder of Western Australia. A
hundred and fifty years ago, this year.
Bingo!
And as the native, you'll be playing
opposite Captain Stirling,
played by my son, Bryce,
the show's playwright.
- He's quite the talent, my lad.
- Mm.
(BREATHES DEEPLY)
- You bewdy!
- SCOTT: Excellent.
Well, Mrs Wilberforce,
why don't you show him to the library,
and we'll see if we
can find him a class.
(ELEVATOR BELL DINGS)
Here we are. Down here, please.
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
MICK: Mick Bissett.
I was at the airport
this morning. I'm I'm sorry
about what happened to Svetlana.
I know you must be furious.
Svetlana still looked better
than the other contestants,
even with the paint.
(SIGHS)
Look, I need a story
and Svetlana is a great one.
I can help you tell your story.
That's what I do well.
(DOOR LOCK CLACKING)
MICK: I need this.
And I I think you do too.
And some of the good stuff.
We could talk over a glass.
I'll see you at the bar.
(SIGHS)
(WATER RUNNING)
(BREATHES SHARPLY, SNIFFLES)
Svetlana!
An Australian!
He might be useful.
Only if he can drive
taxi to the airport.
- Tilly?
- Bilya?
- (CHUCKLES)
- (CHUCKLES) I haven't seen you in ages.
In years, yeah.
- How are you? Where've you been?
- I've been traveling with Mum.
Up north, down South Australia.
Wherever there’s a protest,
we’re there. So
That's cool.
Eileen's always talking about you guys.
Whatcha doin'?
Uh
Letters. Letters to 146 astronauts.
Cool. (CHUCKLES)
- Why are you doing
- Um, well, I
I want to know how they prepared
and what they did to train.
Especially the ones that flew alone.
- (CHUCKLES SOFTLY)
- Okay. I'll help you.
I have to do all of
Mum's protest flyers,
so I'm pretty mean
when it comes to this stuff. (CHUCKLES)
- Okay.
- That one?
Yeah, photo.
- Oh! Sorry. (CHUCKLES LIGHTLY)
- Thank you. (CHUCKLES)
(SOFT MUSIC PLAYING)
BILYA: One of these? Yep. (LAUGHING)
TILLY: There we go.
- (WAVES CRASHING)
- (BIRDS CHIRPING)
JONO: Mia?
That was weird, wasn’t it?
Like, us. The kiss.
- (LAUGHS) I guess.
- You guess?
Yeah, like kissing my brother.
JONO: You don’t have a brother.
But, like, if I pashed him,
I reckon it might be like that a bit.
(BOTH LAUGH)
JONO: So we don't do it again?
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
And we never talk about it again.
Ever.
LAM: Binh!
Time for work.
BILYA: This feels like something
my nan would put you up to.
- She said she'd kill me if I gave up.
- (LAUGHS)
I think she's gonna scare me
all the way to the moon.
Oh, she scares me. And Mum.
I think that’s why I’m staying. Fear.
(CHUCKLES)
- Nan reckons
- Hmm.
the scariest thing to a whitefella?
- Blackfella with an education.
- (CHUCKLES SOFTLY)
(POLICE SIREN BLEEPING)
Everything okay, Tilly?
This blackfella here bothering you?
- What?
- (SCOFFS)
He’s Bilya. He's Eileen’s grandson.
(SIREN WAILING)
(BELL RINGING)
(CLEARS THROAT) G'day.
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
You used to do your smoking
behind the bike shed, mate.
- All grown up now, Tone.
- (TONY CHUCKLING)
So, anything from Judy?
Yeah, mate. She’s gonna take Wayne
out tomorrow morning.
Either a stapler to the head
or spike his morning coffee.
- It's as funny as cancer, champ.
- TONY: I’ve not asked her.
I won’t be asking her for anything.
This is our battle, not hers.
Hmm.
(INHALES DEEPLY) Then you’re out.
I'm what?
You can’t be a shop steward
and be married to one of them.
You’re gone. We all agreed.
- TONY: Gazza, the fuck?
- I’m sorry, mate. Really.
(DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING)
ROCCO: Come on, son. Let's go.
Here we go.
- Nan.
- EILEEN: Rocco.
- So he is your grandson?
- Course he bloody is!
I told you, he was trying
to help me post my letters.
ROCCO: Hey, I'm just
doing my job, Eileen.
No, piss off.
- Don't push it.
- EILEEN: Or what?
You gonna arrest me? Black
lady, your neighbour? Jesus, Rocco!
There's been a spate of robberies
in the area lately
And you grab the
first Black kid you see?
No.
This area, he's been
in less than a week.
- Bilya.
- Go on. Off you go, okay? Go on.
It was his first bloody day
at school, Rocco.
His first day.
(CAR ENGINE STARTING)
(CAR ENGINE RUMBLING)
- WAYNE: Judy, you fired her?
- JUDY: Yes, I did.
First of many redundancies
you requested, Wayne.
I can’t believe
you’re letting her do this.
Look, these are the tough times
and negotiations are still in stalemate.
Most of your responsibilities
can be taken on by Fran.
At least the work ones.
So call me tomorrow if you'd like
to discuss the terms of your severance.
Wait, where are you going?
Look, I'm I'm terribly sorry
but I need to go
to Tilly’s parent-teacher interviews.
Well, I think trying to fire me
is a little more important than that,
- don't you reckon, Judy?
- There’s nothing more to discuss.
Look, darl, it was good
while it lasted, wasn’t it?
No, don’t darl me, Wayne.
You promised me this job if I
JUDY: Tam, take the money
- Mm.
- JUDY: that Wayne is offering.
- Trust me, it’s fair.
- Easy for you to say.
You know what, Judy?
Everything the men say outside
about you is true.
Go to hell!
(DOOR CLOSING)
- WAYNE: Don’t you love it?
- (SCOFFS)
Best part of management, I reckon.
The look of shock on their faces.
It's like guppy.
(LAUGHS)
(SIGHS)
(WATER RUNNING)
(PHONE RINGING)
Hello.
- (PHONE LINE CRACKLING)
- FEMALE VOICE: Have I reached Bui home?
- Is this
- Yes?
FEMALE VOICE: Your son, Van. Van Bui.
Yes, who
FEMALE VOICE:
He asked to call to tell you
What? I'm sorry, what?
FEMALE VOICE: Refugee camp I work
(GASPS)
FEMALE VOICE:
Malaysia. Semerak. I am Malaysian UN
- Semerak camp.
- What?
- Semerak?
- FEMALE VOICE: Yes, yes, Semerak.
- Uh
- (LINE BEEPING)
(GASPS)
(CRIES)
(BREATHES HEAVILY)
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
WOMAN:
Maybe we can reinstate his privileges.
Is, um
Is your wife coming?
- Working. Late.
- (CHUCKLES) Professional woman?
(CHUCKLES) Yeah, it's
That might actually be
part of the problem.
It's the example being set.
See, Tilly’s grades, they're high,
but her ambitions are, uh
Sky-high.
- Sorry I'm late. It's just work.
- Hmm.
- Darling. (KISSES)
- TONY: Hi.
Tilly does seem to be very serious
about this astronaut dream.
Ambition. Yes, she is. Always has been.
MR BERTRUDE:
That's not a concern to you at all?
Our daughter being shot into space
at the top of what is essentially
a controlled hydrogen explosion?
Yes, that’s a worry. (CHUCKLES)
(MR BERTRUDE LAUGHS)
That’s the concern here?
And when that doesn’t happen,
which it won’t?
- It won’t?
- MR BERTRUDE: We can’t
build up a girl’s hopes.
We have to be realistic
about her place in the world.
Ah.
A girl? Her place?
You have a responsibility to
not set her up for an inevitable fall.
And your responsibility?
To educate? Enlighten?
Inspire? I don't know, empower her?
Do you know
I’ve got 30 students per class?
Youth unemployment rate of 13%,
and I have exactly
eight minutes per student tonight.
And you think your daughter
is going to the moon?
(CHUCKLES)
(SCOFFS)
- (CLEARS THROAT)
- (CLEARS THROAT)
(PIANO PLAYING MELODY)
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
Mick Bissett. We met.
Drink?
The network didn’t show the attack
on Svetlana tonight.
I have
the only tape.
(WOMEN LAUGHING)
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
And now you do.
YVGENY: Yvgeny.
(SPEAKING RUSSIAN)
- (MICK CHUCKLING SOFTLY)
(GLASS THUDDING)
(KNOCKING ON DOOR)
- SVETLANA: Hello?
- MISS AUSTRALIA: Room service.
(CONTESTANTS LAUGHING)
Champagne? And paint remover?
(CONTESTANTS LAUGHING)
I want to say g'day,
and the girls want to say sorry.
(CHUCKLES SOFTLY)
- (LAUGHS)
- (LAUGHS)
- CONTESTANT 1: I'm sorry.
- CONTESTANT 2: Sorry.
CONTESTANT 3: Who has the glasses?
(KISSES)
TONY: Too ambitious?
What the hell?
(BOTH LAUGH)
Oh, it’s what she’s up against.
Yeah, your fault,
according to her bloody phys ed teacher.
(CAR ENGINE STARTING)
Thank you for saying all that.
For understanding.
Not everybody would.
Well, people surprise you.
- Yeah.
- (TONY CHUCKLING SOFTLY)
They do.
(CLICKS TONGUE, BREATHES DEEPLY)
Tony.
The union is not gonna budge.
Wayne's not budging.
Company's on its last legs.
If it survives, it won’t be the same.
It will be
smaller.
And I've done everything that I can
to save money.
But I won't be able to save jobs.
Not in the way that you and Gazza
or anybody’s hoping.
- What are you doing?
- (EXHALES)
You need to
to know this to understand
why you’re being made redundant.
What?
JUDY: Tony.
You’re gonna be amongst
the first wave of redundancies,
which means you're gonna get
a decent severance package.
We're talking six months of wages, Tony.
- TONY: You
- It'll be enough to keep us afloat.
You ca can’t do this.
- Just think of it as a second chance.
- I don’t need a second fucking chance!
I just need my job.
My wife to do hers at home.
My girls, at school.
All right. Well, what happened
to empower and enlighten?
You could've walked out
and crossed the line with me.
You could’ve told me
(EXHALES)
You could’ve told me the roof
over our head was threatened.
Missing mortgage payments?
Who's gonna pay the mortgage, Tony?
And make Tilly’s dresses?
And buy her space books?
And Mia’s wetsuits?
I mean, Jesus, Tony, wake up!
All I’m trying to do
is keep us together.
Just think of it as an opportunity.
It's an opportunity to do something new.
To try.
(CLICKS TONGUE)
(SCOFFS)
You got a promotion.
The first thing you did
was take my bloody life away.
(FOOTSTEPS RECEDING)
Room for one more?
(BREATHES SHARPLY)
(EXHALES HEAVILY)
You okay?
Hmm. (BREATHES DEEPLY)
It's a cool view.
Hmm.
(UPBEAT MUSIC PLAYING IN DISTANCE)
I remember her from years ago.
Oh, yeah, that’s Poppy.
She’s always at our house.
She’s one of Mia's friends.
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
(CHUCKLES) She’s his daughter?
Great.
- I thought you’d done your letters.
- Um
The last one. It's special.
For John Glenn.
- He was the first, um
- American to orbit the Earth.
You’re not the only one
Nan likes to teach.
(LAUGHS)
Read it to me.
It's mm-mm, personal.
Come on.
- Mm-mm. Mm-mm.
- Please?
Come on.
- (CHUCKLES)
- Okay.
(BRUSH SWEEPING)
(FIREWORKS CRACKLE)
(FIREWORKS CRACKLE)
(IN VIETNAMESE)
(SOBBING)
(BREATHES SHARPLY)
(WIND WHOOSHING)
"My mother was pregnant with me
"the night you flew over her,
and our hometown of Perth.
"You were the most isolated human
in history."
(FIREWORKS CRACKLING)
TILLY: "As you flew over Perth,
"our lights, torches,
and bonfires lit up for you.
"Did you feel less alone
"above the most isolated city
in the world?
"I know we did."
(FIREWORKS CRACKLE)
TILLY:
"Or did you just embrace the solitude?
"I want to do it like you did,
but I need to know how.
"Maybe the lights are blazing in
the sky, and I haven’t seen them yet.
"Or maybe, I am really alone
on my journey."
(THEME MUSIC PLAYING)
(THEME MUSIC CONCLUDES)