Broken Hill

Yah! Come on!

Hey, whoa, come on.

Yah, come on, come on!

Timmy, head 'em out!

Hup. Get 'em in.

Right. Get in. Come on. Yah.

[Percussive musical rhythm continuing]

Tommy.

Tommy.

Tommy!

We haven't got all day.

Yeah, Dad, sure.

I'll just... I'll just finish up.

Dad, I thought maybe we could have that talk about the conservatorium.

What's that?

I said, it's a big game on Saturday.

Ah, yeah.

Ah, yes. Yeah.

We're gonna hit 'em hard. Yeah.

Only deal the team is having now is staying focused.

Whoa, hey, watch out!

Yesterday, police picked up

escaped convict Kalai Takalua,

also known as "The Mundi Mundi Jail Bird,"

on the desert outskirts

after a third escape from Willyama Jail.

Takalua was convicted and imprisoned in 1998

for stealing diamonds from his employer

while working in the Kimberley mines.

The diamonds, estimated to be worth millions of dollars,

were never recovered.

Takalua was severely dehydrated

and reportedly near death

when found by a local teenager.

That’s right, Sharon.

Thomas Mcalpine, a local boy who contacted police,

and that’ll make a great story at school.

Definitely.

See? That's right. One of your own is a local celebrity.

How about that? And how did he do it?

By doing the right thing, by following the law.

Tommy?

- Tommy? - Huh?

Oh.

Tommy?

Look, to be honest,

I was just keeping an eye out for roaming emu...

Settle down!

You know, I'm just glad he's alive.

He looked in pretty bad shape.

Oh, he'll be out of the hospital and back in jail in no time.

Good on you.

Yes! Yes!

How does it feel to be totally dominated by a gimp?

Mate, you are not seriously going to make me do this.

What? Don't be such a chook. You lost the race.

Mate, she doesn't even know I exist.

If I go up to her and start spouting poetry,

she'll think I lost the plot.

Yeah, well, do you have a better plan to get her to go out with you?

Yeah.

No.

Look, you've been obsessing over this American honey...

I'm not obsessing, man. That's creepy.

Okay, sorry. Stalking this Yankee...

I'm not stalking!

All right, all right. You've been...

fancying her from afar.

Now, whatever plan you have in your head

for getting on a date with Kat,

I'm going to go out on a limb here,

and I'm going to suggest that it probably isn't working

based on the fact you have never actually spoken to her.

Mate, I've got enough going on today, okay?

I was nervous enough about this talent show

before I happened to run into a convict last night.

Is your dad coming today?

Who knows?

Don't get upset.

You know your music inside out and backwards.

Yeah, but the school band isn't exactly what I had in mind.

Okay, here's a new version of the music.

I can't play this. It's not what we practiced.

No, it's pretty similar. Mostly the same.

Just some small changes.

There's three time signature changes.

So, just follow my lead, okay?

You guys, there's four of them.

We could totally dress them up!

All right. Hey, Maestro, you made it.

Do you think I'd miss this?

Here. It's for you. Open it.

- The conservatorium? - Yeah.

- How? - I sent them that CD you made.

No, that was awful. It wasn't arranged properly.

Well, you got an audition out of it.

- Audition? - Yeah.

"As an applicant to the composers course..."

"A talent scout, Mr. David Wooley,

will travel to a venue of your choice for a live audition."

Uh-huh.

"This has to be scheduled sometime before July 15th."

That's only three weeks.

Yeah. But this is it, mate. This is it.

- Ooh! I'd better get going. - Thank you, Maestro.

You all ready?

All right, fantastic.

Written and conducted by Thomas Mcalpine.

Most you folks know the Mcalpines from Harmony Station,

especially Coach George Mcalpine,

who has led our footy team to three championships!

In fact, I think I see Coach Mcalpine here.

George, how's the AZ's looking?

Are we looking forward to another trophy this year?

It's just...

it's just kind of slowly going downhill.

Well, that, um, concludes our presentation

here at Willyama High School.

Thank you very, very much for coming.

It's obviously not ready yet.

Your performance was a little bit rough.

But look on the bright side...

this composition is one of your best.

And you've got three weeks to make it perfect.

Yeah, that's not enough time.

Especially with these musicians.

I mean, they can't play to save their lives.

It's like everything I ever wanted is right there in front of me,

and I can't reach out and get it.

Look, you've got three weeks.

Why don't you go to your father,

see if you can go to a larger town

and get better, more experienced, musicians.

- My father? - Yeah, your father.

No, my father would never...

Holy dooley! I'm late for the game!

Thanks, Maestro!

Sorry!

Dad.

Dad...

Come late, you don't play.

- Next time. - Next time.

It's time.

How did you sneak up on me in a wheelchair?

Stealth mode.

I turn off the engine and use my hands, old-school style.

But it's time.

Oh, mate. Come on, look.

Quote what's there, word for word, or it doesn't count.

It's good.

Mate, I'm asking her out, I'm not casting a spell on her.

Yeah, you're casting a spell... you're casting a spell of love.

Go on. You lost the race, you have to follow my plan.

I'm serious. American football players are wusses!

Go. She's right there!

I just... I don't think...

Anyway, I'll catch you later.

Can I help you?