Fires

highest and driest on record,

and now the Bureau of Meteorology has confirmed the severe conditions

affected not only farms... The state is tinder-dry.

It is really, really dry...

And be accompanied with the hot winds coming out of the west.

Hard-pressed finding anything green out here at the moment.

The grass is brown.

There's nothing flowering...

Very easily. They're spreading extremely quickly.

I urge you to go and have a look

at the Australian southern seasonal outlook again

and you'll see what's coming.

Tash! Give us a hand.

I'm dying here.

Can you keep up today?

Wait and see.

Go, guys. Yeah!

Go, go, come on. You gotta do it.

One more! Go, go, go.

That's it! You got it, mate.

Go, go, go.

Other brigades wouldn't be doing this.

The fitter we are, the better prepared we'll be for the season.

Yeah. That or we'll all need a friggin' lie down.

Go, go, go, go, go, go. Go, Tash!

Go, go, go, go, go.

Come on, Brendan. Move that fat arse.

She's half your size.

One more, one more, one more.

Go, go, go, go, go. Go.

Brendan, hurry up.

Go, go, go, go, go, go. Yes!

Whoo! Girl power.

What was that?

Girl power!

Ooh! Ooh! Yeah!

No one likes a show-off.

Oh, yeah.

Well done, Tashy.

You did it.

Whoo!

Good work. You too.

Come on. Yep.

You right?

You know, ah, Clint's band's playing at the bowlo tonight?

You heard Clint's band?

They've got margaritas by the jug.

Who cares how it sounds?

Come on.

Shit.

Your sister wanted a swim.

She can stay with you for the day.

I've got a brigade meeting in an hour.

And I've got a two-day backlog at work, so...

You drive her home when you're done. OK?

Fuck this.

Love hanging with you too, sis.

I'm not your babysitter, Tahlia.

Hey, Mott, how ya goin?

Um, can you do my back?

Yeah, sure.

So you live on Henderson Street, yeah?

Yeah, with my Aunty Rosie.

So why did you leave the city to come to Buttfuck Nowheresville?

It wasn't really working out for me in Sydney,

so I moved up here a year ago.

Soon as I can, I'm out.

Nothing happens here.

That feels really nice.

Tahlia.

You're not supposed to... It's one beer.

God, you're boring.

The meeting. We have to go. And you have to come too.

No, thanks.

It'll be one hour.

Not even that. No way.

I'm not coming.

I haven't even had a swim yet.

Zane's gonna teach me how to surf.

Aren't you?

Yeah.

Stuff it. Let's go.

You stay here. See ya, Mott.

And don't drink anymore.

I won't.

Right, well, I don't think that

that's really in the cards for us yet.

Nothin' for it.

Get nothin' for it. Waste of money.

Well, Baz is...

OK, people! (CLAPS) Come on.

I got a husband at home cooking lasagne

and a cold bottle of chardy waiting.

I should make you take the minutes for that, Gez,

but no one can read your awful scribble.

That's right, that's right.

So, Clint.

Oh, didn't know you could write, mate.

Yeah, but he can swipe right.

You're so funny.

OK, apologies from Clay, Baz and Juni who can't be here.

First order of business, I'd like to call up Mott.

Hey!

On completion of your six month fire skills course,

and officially a full member of the Nandina Volunteer Fire Brigade,

Thank you. Good on you, mate.

Yeah, look out.

Here you go. Thanks.

Tough season to start.

Oh, Brendan, don't go there, mate. Don't start.

We've all seen the fuel loads.

Well, lucky Mott's got bigger balls than you, mate.

Haven't ya?

Just ignore them, Mott. Congratulations.

And now, Tash.

Yay!

One of our youngest ever members.

Joined at us, um, 16, I recall.

She's been driving a heavy tanker since she could reach the pedals.

One of our most valuable crew.

A Queensland VFB Certificate of Commendation

in recognition of five years of outstanding service.

Yeah. Whoo.

You deserve it. Whoo-whoo-whoo.

Whoo.

Speech. Well done, Tash. Well done.

Speech. Speech! Speech!

OK. Ah, well, you're all...

..a bunch of weirdos.

Especially Gez.

Especially Gez.

But, ah, belonging to the brigade,

you know that you'll always have support, not just on the fireground,

but there'll always be someone there for you.

So, thanks.

OK, next order of business, the statement of accounts, Brendan.

Well done, Tashy.

Do you want to run us through last month's expenditure?

Certainly do. Jesus, here we go.

Alright, here's the good stuff, everyone. Prepare to be dazzled.

Yeah, ya reckon?

Alright, on the 5th of August.

$169. No, should be fine.

We got a replacement chainsaw for the second pumper.

..for tomorrow?

12 August, $98.55, replenish supplies of the P2s.

Alright, and then we got tea and coffee supplies, $46.35.

Shit!

I knew I shouldn't have left her.

Dad's gonna go off.

Ah, there she is.

Gonna have to drag her away now.

Why don't you just chill?

Hang out for a bit, till she's ready.

I can hang too, if you want.

I've got nothin' on.

Thought you were going to the bowlo.

Nah.

Have you heard Clint's band?

Come on.

OK.

Cheers!

I love it! Whoo!

That's enough.

You're drunk. Let's go.

I'm not drunk. Stop it.

You're going home.

You're so boring!

Tash!

Don't tell Dad.

What the hell is this? Ask her.

Hiya, Pops.

You were supposed to be keeping an eye on her.

I had a meeting. I told you that.

That bloody brigade.

You're always there.

You know you've got jobs to do here too, you know?

I do my jobs. I do all the friggin' jobs.

She's only 16.

Who else was there, hmm?

Was it a party?

Who knows what could have happened?

I don't know, Dad. Ask Tahlia.

I'm sure she had a few ideas.

Ask me what?

Nothing.

Water.

What the hell?

They're for dinner.

The dinner I'm cooking... What the fuck is your problem?

You want something, you get it yourself.

Enough with the F bomb, Tahlia. Fuck is wrong with you?

Skanking around at the beach.

You're just jealous.

I'm not responsible for her.

She makes her own dumb decisions.

It's got nothin' to do with me.

No one wants you sticking your ugly-arse nose in...

She's your sister, Natasha.

You are responsible.