Molly

I'm not getting any motor response. Let's get that line in.

You know how long I've been dreaming of a show like this.

Ever since you were a little girl. Ha!

Seriously, just tell me, who I have to root to make it happen and I'm in.

We've been approved. Oh!

Then what are we all standing around here for, then?

The show needs a name.

We're running out of time.

Over my perfect dead body.

This is it. Let the carnival begin.

Crane, go, go, go!

Michael Gudinski. Michael's head fungus at Mushroom.

Sell-out! Dickhead!

Give us a bloody hug, then, you idiot!

Yeah, good onya, hey? Oh, man!

Hey!

You're all drunken degenerates!

These are my friends, dickhead!

Oh, come on, come on!

See? There's Osiris there.

He was a very powerful god

whose body was torn apart and scattered far and wide.

Something to help you stay awake.

Bombs away.

Tell me he's alright, Ted.

Copy that, Rod.

Punch me. Ohh!

You fucked me, Caroline!

They don't have this effect on me, alright?

That's 'cause you're a junkie and you've ruined my life.

Goodbye, doll.

The oedema's very severe. It might not be reversible.

Remember Osiris, Ian,

the god of the afterlife,

torn apart, scattered across the sands of ancient Egypt

until the sky goddess found a way

to help put the pieces of him back together.

There's the siren!

The Saints have taken it!

Here she comes!

Here she comes!

She's home!

She's home!

Mummy's here.

That's lovely, Ian.

You're not going away again, are you, Mum?

('I WAS MADE FOR LOVIN' YOU' BY KISS)

Hey, boys! Hey, Molly!

How you doin', Molly? Yeah, good.

Welcome to Australia. You should see the crowd out there.

It's as big as the Beatles.

Alright! Alright!

We're coming to you from New York, right across Australia.

This is KISS's Countdown.

And we're gonna rock'n'roll you all night.

They make Skyhooks look pretty piss-weak, hey?

Yeah.

Careful, boys. Lots of memories there.

Nice joint, Molly. Thanks, mate.

It's just you moving in, is it?

Where's the coffin go, mate?!

It's a sarcoph...

Oh, straight down the end and right.

Thanks. Oh, mate, no, no.

Against the wall. Thanks, mate. Meldrum.

How could you devote an entire hour of Countdown to KISS?

Can't talk now, Michael. I'm busy.

Oh, KISS! Spandex-wearing ponces with poodle haircuts!

I mean, fuck me sideways, mate.

They wear capes! Red Symons wears a cape.

Yeah, and do you know how many millions of albums they've sold?

Yeah, but what about the Hooks? Split Enz?

And how many Billboard top 10s have they had?

Oh, you just can't bend over fast enough for internationals,

can ya, ya little poof?

Can you just hold the line one sec, mate?

There's someone at the door.

Michael! Michael, I need to talk to you about something important.

Yeah, yeah, won't be long, Shirl.

Carol, can we get some coffee and bickies in here?

The Monte Carlos?

Monte Carlos.

Oh, hello?

Molly?! Molly?!

How dare you call me a little poof!

What the hell? Are you David Copperfield now?

Take it back! You take it back right now.

Don't get your knickers in a twist. Jesus!

For your information, I'm bending over for everyone.

That's the whole point. A rising tide lifts all boats, you know?

I'm doing it for the big international acts

and local acts on the same show, you twit!

Why didn't you tell me Shirl was here?

'Cause you had me by the bloody throat, you dopey...

If you hadn't... Shut your gobs, both of you!

Oh, I've been trying to tell you the news, Michael.

I'm leaving the band.

Why? What...

There is no local music industry.

It's just a hobby.

I mean, we can't compete with bands like KISS.

Their tour managers make more than we do.

No, it's time to grow up.

Grow up?

Yeah.

Yeah, well, you should break up.

Your last album was shithouse.

Well, it's, uhh...

...it's definitely a sad day for Aussie music, you know?

I mean, no-one could touch Shirley Strachan,

although plenty did.

Don't tell him I said that, alright?

Do you think Shirl will go solo?

I gotta leave it there, alright? Cheers.

Was there a fallout between Shirl and Red?

I've been trying to reach you all afternoon.

The phone's been engaged. Good with the other stuff?

Just how many of you are there anyway?

You're on the telly, radio, magazines...

Are you cloning yourself? Please, Michael, not today, OK?

I'm having a shit of a day.

Huh. Well, this news might cheer you up.

I just came from the ABC.

Alan Wade's leaving Aunty.

Effective immediately.

Let's have three cheers for Alan, everyone!

Hip-hip! Hooray!

Hip-hip! Hooray!

Hip-hip! Hooray!

Oh! I mean, you dream about these things happening.

But you never actually...

Ohh! Where's he going?

BBC - head of light entertainment.

Ooh, big promotion.

Apparently they love what he's done with Countdown.

No!

Still, ding-dong, the witch is dead.

Keep a lid on the celebrations, hey?

Of course. Yeah.

..coming up at 6:30.

You're listening to the Rock Force

with Molly and Gavin on EON-FM.

In the next half hour we'll play Video Killed the Radio Star

and Turning Japanese, but first here's the news.

Where the hell is he, Sue?

Well, try him again!

Oh, keep the change, Mahmoud. Thank you, Mr Molly.

Thanks... Ohh!

You OK, Mr Molly? Yeah.

I...I needed to freshen up anyway, Mahmoud. (CHUCKLES)

Oh... (CONTINUES LAUGHING)