Last Days of the Space Age (2024) s01e08 Episode Script

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- 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)
(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)
(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)
(DOOR OPENING)
(DOOR CREAKING, CLOSING)
(YVGENY BREATHES DEEPLY)
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)
(WINDOW LOCKS CLICKING)
- (WINDOW CREAKING)
- (PROTESTERS CHANTING, CLAMOURING)
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)
LAM: Yeah.
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)
(SKYLAB RUMBLING)
(MAJESTIC MUSIC FADES)
(BREATHES HEAVILY)
So, what now?
(ROCK MUSIC PLAYING)
(MUSIC CONCLUDES)