Molly

Whoa. Oops.

Sorry!

- Bloody goose! - Whoops.

Ta. Hey, Kev.

That's the bastard we need.

Which particular bastard is that?

Come on, Ziggy.

Remember Osiris, Ian.

Get that line in first, Dave.

Hello?

Mr Meldrum?

Hello, Molly. Are you there?

Molly? Are you there, Molly?

OK, Dave. He's not well.

We'd better get him out of here.

That left pupil's blown.

Yeah, still with us.

I like that tune, Ian.

Keep practising.

Remember, Ian...

.. you treat everyone the same.

Let me have it, John.

I'll make it a classic, I promise.

Er, yeah, sorry, Russell, lovey.

Can we stop? Stop, stop, stop, stop.

There's just something missing, you know?

Yeah, I know, Ian. Another guitar.

He's running late.

Stuff the guitar.

Razzle Dazzle pokes into the stalls.

Gates close.

- The usual, thanks, Jack. - No worries, Moll.

Speak of the bloody devil.

Robbie Weekes! How's tricks?

Michael Shrimpton, Ian 'Molly' Meldrum.

- Nice to meet you, Michael. - You too.

Seriously, I was just talking about you, and here you are.

- What are the odds? - Oh, pretty good, I'd say.

So, Moll, you got much on at the moment?

You should see the producer, Caro.

I swear he's the spitting image of a young John Gielgud.

I doubt he's ever seen a rock band in his life, though.

Hey, I was watching that.

Can you sort these into years?

Start in '74 and work backwards.

Yes.

But you're not the director, right?

No, we used to work together back in the 'Kommotion' days.

Not that we did much work.

And they want to do a rock show? For Channel 2?

Yeah, I know. But no-one's said yes, though.

But it's the blind leading the bloody tone deaf over there.

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

Ever since you were a little girl.

Oh!

TV is the go. No two ways.

All this ink is just preaching to the choir.

Ooh, my Molly's gonna be on the telly!

No, not me.

They just want me to tell them what groups to have on,

that sort of thing.

They want me to pitch it tomorrow,

but I tell ya, I don't have a bloody clue where to start.

Hmm.

Oh, I remember this.

Lynne Randell.

Gone to America.

Olivia Newton-John.

Off to London as soon as she had a hit.

And why not? No-one takes you seriously in this country

unless you've been famous overseas.

And all we get on the radio here

are bloody covers of the US and UK top 10s.

The only way you can ever see local music

is if you go out to the clubs and, you know, see it live.

And how are the kids supposed to do that?

I mean, we've got some of the most exciting

musicians and songwriters in the world.

Billy Thorpe, Lobby Loyde & the Coloured Balls,

er, Stevie Wright, Russell Morris,

et cetera, et cetera, et cetera.

And unless you're old enough to get into a pub,

you'd never even know they exist.

Er, the show, Meldrum?

Right, um...

.. er, well, they all do us a lot of proud.

Er, I'm telling you,

this show is just going to be a huge buzz.

The entire country's been waiting for it.

Been writing letters, signing petitions.

I mean, you name it, they've done it.

Seriously, just tell me who I have to root to make it happen

and I'm in.

Thank you, gentlemen.

We'll certainly take your proposal under consideration.

Right.

I stuffed it, didn't I?

No, I think they're really looking forward to that root.

Probably drawing straws right now.

Molly?

Come in if you're good-looking!

What? Ian!

In here, fellas.

Don't!

- Oh! - Come in, come in, come in.

Sorry.

- Are you OK, Meldrum? - Why wouldn't I be?

Because your Celica's wrapped around a pole outside, doll.

I'll, er, miss that little rice rocket.

Oh, yeah. I never liked that car.

Er, this is the lovely Caroline, my house mate.

Mr Robbie Weekes and Michael Shrimpton, Esq.

Oh, Sir John.

And this is...

.. this is my beautiful fiancee, Camille.

- Hi. - Look at her!

I'm really sorry about the show, guys.

- Ian's devastated. - So are we.

We were hoping we'd seen the back of him.

But unfortunately we've been approved.

Without me, of course.

Au contraire, Mr Meldrum.

The board were convinced

you're an indispensable member of our team.

You'd better not be bullshitting me.

Just six half-hours to start with.

After that, who knows?

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

Whoo!

Righto.

Yeah, just put it away. We'll go. OK.