Occupation

In our obsession with antagonisms of the moment,

we often forget how much unites all the members of humanity.

Perhaps, we need some outside universal threat

to make us recognize this common bond.

I occasionally think how quickly our differences worldwide would vanish

if we were facing an alien threat from outside this world.

And yet I ask you,

is not an alien force already among us?

What could be more alien to the universal aspirations

of our peoples than war, and the threat of war?

Oi, Matt, what's going on?

Shit.

- Good day, Arnold. How are we? - Uh, take a wild guess.

- How long? - Well, like I tell you every day,

when I know, you'll know.

- Got any smokes? - No, mate, I don't. This is ridiculous.

- You know, I've lived here for 50... - Fifty-five years.

Don't be a... take that bloody tone of voice with me, boy.

Fifty-five years, and I'll be damned if I see the point of this bypass, really.

It's progress, Arnold, progress.

Oh, progress my ass. I've got fruit in the back

that's about to go bad. I've been sitting here for 42 bloody minutes, mate.

- It's 2:45. - All right. Look, I'll...

I'll talk to my supervisor, okay?

- Yeah, you do that. - Jesus Christ.

Jimmy, can you take over, mate? Gotta head off.

Well... Well, Arnold's giving away free fruit.

Yeah, right, aye.

Hey, does Boss know you're knocking off?

Only if you tell him.

Tonight. Don't be late.

Good day, Arnold. Uh, mangoes.

- Mangoes? - Yeah.

They're out of season, you idiot.

Who put you in charge? No wonder this bypass is taking so bloody long.

Now, listen, I've lived here for 55 years.

- Yeah, it, it... what it is... - Get away from me.

They build a road and it...

Get back to work, you mongrel bastard!

What are you doing off work?

Well, unlike last week, your sister wanted me

to make sure you get there on time.

- Last week wasn't my fault. - Mm-hmm.

Besides, you ever tried saying no to Amelia?

I'm her brother. Of course I've said no.

You, on the other hand, are screwed.

I wasn't gonna say anything, mate, 'cause she's your sister,

but she does this thing with her legs, they go, like, right...

Oh, that... bad mental pictures.

That's what you get, kid.

Pass me the aspirin, will you?

You playing tonight? Serious?

Apparently. Pass one.

Come on, come on.

Yeah. Finally get to see the big man work.

Relax, will you?

- Yo. - What?

We've stopped.

Why?

To stretch our legs.

No thanks.

I'm good.

Fine, Peter.

Thanks, Bella.

Come on, Samuel.

Give me that. A bit of real world won't kill you.

Let it go.

- Two bucks, mate? - Do you know where we are?

- Yes. - Bella.

- What's with this stupid town? - I don't know, darling.

We'll have a look around and we'll find out, okay?

Fine. I'll meet you back here.

Careful, Bella. Dinner, back here 6:00.

- Yeah. - And I don't want any dramas.

Mom, it's a country town. What's gonna happen?

Thanks, mate.

Let it go.

Hey, guys, it's me. Thought I'd do a vlog,

considering we've landed in a parallel universe.

I think this town still thinks it's 1996.

Probably all use landlines and all have the same cousin.

That's... that's mean.

- Anyway. - Do you want me to film for you?

- No, thanks. - I could do your sketch, I do sketches.

This all seems legit and not at all creepy.

Well, you can't blame a guy for trying to make an honest living.

- You here on holidays? - Uh, something like that.

Just passing through,

seeing what the locals do on a Friday night in the middle of nowhere.

Well, this is it.

Yeah.

Wow, these are really good.

It's okay.

- Dennis. - Shit. Yeah, I'm going.

I doubt you've got a permit for a stall. Come on.

- We were just talking, officer. - Yeah, well, Dennis knows the rules.

I said I'm going.

- It was nice talking to you. - Yeah.

Come on, move it. Keep walking, Dennis.

Uh-uh, hands off the car, go on.

Fifth time this week.

Beef burger, pineapple on the side,

and chicken Caesar salad, no mayo, extra croutons.

Would you like another Coke?

Oh, my feet are killing me.

Um, Bill wants another milkshake, okay?

One chicken schnitzel off a heart attack, that one.

"The law presumes anyone entering into a contract has the legal capacity to do so."

Hey, Amelia.

Contract legal capacity to do so. Hey, Marcus. How was school?

Contract law in business and commercial life.

- Hello. - Mm, looks good.

- Shut up. - It's a bit chill for a cafe, isn't it?

- How's the world of the law going? - Ask me in two years.

Here he is. Traitor, working for the enemy.

Job's a job, Mom.

Hey, Helen, I'm playing tonight. Did you know that?

You sure that's a good idea?

- You're not as young as you used to be. - Yeah, baby, you...

You sure that's a good idea?

Look, it's one of the last games of this season, maybe ever.

I promise I'll be careful.

Okay. Then I'll come watch you.

Hey, your funeral.

Thanks, Helen. Thanks for your support.

Hey, last time he played, he ended up in a coma, fact.

I'm just saying.

- Hey, baby. - Hi.

- Oh! No, put me down. - You missed me, did you?

Put me down, honey. You know I did.

- So what's the big emergency? - Um...

Hey, JJack-o, good luck tonight, mate.

Oh, thanks, mate. We're gonna absolutely kill them.

Sorry, I didn't... you know I can't say no to my fans.

Well, I'm your biggest fan.

- Okay, listen. - I'm listening.

- I just... I'm pregnant. - I'm all ears, babe.

- You... you're what? - I'm pregnant.

You sure?

Yes, JJackson, I'm pretty sure.

- That's... that's amazing. - Oh!

Oh, wait, wait, I didn't hurt the baby?

Hey, I'm sure it's fine.

Hey, how you doing in there?

Okay, babe, it can't hear you. It's, like, the size of a peanut.

- Hey, yeah, but what a peanut. - Oh.

- What's all this then? - Uh, we are, uh, starting our own team.

- Oh, hey! Congratulations! - Thank you, man.

Thank you, Jimmy. Ah!

What... what the hell was that?

Don't know, but, we, um, better get going, yeah?

Yeah, I'll see you guys out there. I just have to change.

- Yeah. - Bye, baby... babies.

- Congratulations again, Ness. - Thanks, Jimmy, good luck.

- Thank you. See ya. - See ya.

Hello.

Uh, apples?

I wanna reassure you that a vote for me and my party

will be the best thing that can happen to this town.

We've got policies in place and initiatives worked out

to encourage industry back into the community,

which will create more jobs.

Jesus.

Simmons.

Sorry.

Oh, there you are.

Thanks for coming tonight. People love you

and they need all the enjoyment they can get, right?

First the factory closes, and then this damn bypass.

Uh, we all hope you aren't out there helping in the construction too much.

- Uh... - Right? Are you?

Uh, how's the, uh, the head?

You gonna be all right tonight?

Don't, uh, don't kill yourself out there.

- I won't. - You, you know... you know what I meant.

And good evening,

ladies and gentlemen, girls and boys,

you're with Seth Grimes from 97.1,

the Country Smile on your dial.

Catch me 7:00 to 11:00 weekdays.

Now it's a perfect evening for our own Drop Bears

to take on the Kookaburras in this match for charity.

Oh, wait, hold the phone, ladies and gentlemen.

We have a, uh, special player out on the field tonight.

A blast from the past, the big man himself.

Put your hands together for the ex-captain, Matty Simmons.

Go, Matty! Whoo!

- Whoo! - Yeah!

Go, Matty!

Hey, big man. I think you, uh, forgot your helmet.

That's funny.

Look, mate, there's a talent scout up here from Melbourne,

so just stay out of my way, all right?

Dickhead.

Okay, bring it in, lads! Bring it in.

I don't know why, why we let her run off on her own.

Because it's Bella.

What, do you think we're gonna find her under the grandstand

making out with the town hunk?

- No. - Mom, look.