Backyard Ashes
(DARYL BRAITHWAITE "ONE SUMMER")
Started out last night
I was thinking of days gone by
Of the times I've had
And the things that I left behind
Some change, some die
Still we manage to survive
It's knowing where and what to do
It's up to you
Don't know what's going on
I can't wait till
One summer
I'll find a way
One summer
Will always remain
One summer
Remember the way
Hauled down, turned around
I think back to school
It's all the same
Slightly different rules
Outside on your own...
(SIGHS)
You wouldn't be dead for quids.
Well, the beast is looking
in great nick, mate.
Yeah, Merv, what do you reckon?
She's the bee's knees, Dougie.
Come on, mate. Show 'em
the new modifications.
Yeah, a test run would
be most interesting.
Alright, where's Lil?
(DISTANT CONVERSATIONS)
I think we're clear for lift-off.
(GAS HUMS)
(WHIRRING)
(BOOM!)
(HISSING, COUGHING)
Maybe a tad too much gas.
Nah. She's a bloody ripper, Dougie!
What are you boys up to over there?
Um, nothing, Lil, nothing at all.
Oh, get away with you, Pigeon.
Make sure you get my good side, huh.
Mm... we don't want to end up
in one of your bloody
'Viewtube' videos.
- It's YouTube, Mum.
- Mm, same thing.
DOUGIE:
Watch the pitch, Spock.Just testing the moisture
content, you silly bastard.
Can we skip the pitch reportage
bullshit for once, Spock?
- Language, Bin.
- Sorry, my love.
Yeah, language, Bin.
His language has gone to sh*t
since he's been hanging with
- (LAUGHTER)
- You're a lucky man, Bin.
You're on a bloody
good wicket there, son!
Good wicket?
I don't understand, Mervyn.
SPOCK:
What he's tryingto tell you, mate,
is that we only invite you
over here
so we can perve on your missus.
All I can say is thank Allah
for arranged marriages.
SPOCK:
Just taking the piss, Binny.- Why would he want your piss?
- Well...
Bit of focus in the field, please,
gents.
ALL:
Dougie's a wanker(RHYTHMIC CLAPPING)
WOMEN:
Dougie's a wanker(RHYTHMIC CLAPPING)
Dougie's a wanker
(CLAPPING)
WOMEN:
Whoa!- Yah!
- (GROANING AND SHOUTING)
It's a batsman's world.
MERV:
Bring it here, boy.(WHISTLES)
Good boy. Good on ya. Eugh!
Here you go, Mouse.
Oh, gross, Merv!
(LAUGHTER)
(INDISTINCT CONVERSATION)
SPOCK:
Come on, Taka,bowl them up. Come on.
(CLANG!)
(MEN SHOUT)
- MERV:
Howzat!Sorry, it's caught behind, Taka.
Is that out? How is that an out?
- You didn't tell me that.
- It's an automatic wicky.
Wicky, what is... what is wicky?
What the frig is a wicky?
It's in our constitution, Taka.
Our forefathers invented it
so blokes like me wouldn't have
to put their beer down.
(WHISPERING) OK,
No ball! Same as last year.
You are well aware my action
is totally legal, Spock.
So you keep telling us, Murali.
- No ball.
- MEN:
Whoa-ho-ho!Six and out!
Go and get that one, Mouse.
I'll get the next one.
No more than 15 degrees, Binny.
MAC:
They're at it again, Wilma.Bloomin' barbies and cricket
all day long!
(CHUCKLES) Looks like they're
settled in for a big one.
WILMA:
Might have to turn the hose on them
if they get too rowdy.
Nice idea, Wilma.
What do you know about
this meeting tomorrow at work?
No idea, mate.
Feel like a mushroom at work,
always in the dark.
Thanks, Mouse. Must be my bowl.
Hang on, mate. Hang on.
Bat for ball.
Oh, go on. I'll keep wicky.
See that, boys? Nice, high elbow.
You'll see this finger up very high in a
minute, Douglas, if you don't shut up!
Nice one, Bin. I'm with you.
the finer aspects of the game.
All staff, please report
to the loading dock immediately.
All staff, please report
to the loading dock immediately.
Here we go.
What do you reckon's up this time?
I don't know. Could be anything,
knowing these clowns.
(INDISTINCT MURMURS)
Good afternoon.
My name is Edward Lords.
Recent pressures from
and associated de-leveraging
will likely see a contraction
in the manufacturing sector.
- Here we go.
- Wha... what did he say?
Nothing good.
Now, my team and I
have been brought in to analyse
the day-to-day operations
of this factory.
EDWARD:
And upon review,management have determined
that the best way to improve
our core operations
is to implement new technologies.
In order to execute these changes,
we must make a number
of forced redundancies.
That's bullshit!
How about some notice,
you bastards?
(SHOUTING)
Those persons affected
will have their name listed
on the staff noticeboard.
And their redundancy
will be effective immediately.
- Oh, come off it!
- No way!
'Immediately'.
I'll go check the board for us.
Pommy wanker doesn't give a sh*t.
I'm not overly convinced
his fiscal policies
represent a totally laissez-faire
economic approach.
Like I said,
he doesn't give a sh*t.
Tell it to me straight, Norm.
Uh... you blokes are OK.
- Hang on. What's up?
- I'm out.
- What?
- Canned.
- You're not.
- Outrageous.
I'm not the only one.
Heaps have gotten
their marching orders.
Anyway, I suppose it's hard times
for everyone at the moment.
Why do we always get
the sharp end of the stick?
What other options
might you have, Norman?
I... never really
thought about it before, Bin.
There's not much work
going around here.
Mate...
I'd better get home
and tell the missus.
Hey, Norm. Talk later.
Hey!
- DOUGIE:
You can't do this.- I'm sorry?
You can't just come here and sack
people and then just piss off.
It's my job to make these decisions
so the factory can continue...
DOUGIE:
You don't get it, do ya?It's not my job to 'get it'.
If you'll excuse me.
Very important man.
SHEP:
Oh, yeah? What makesyou say that, Taka?
He doesn't drive a Commodore.
Meow!
That's bullshit, that is.
And stumps, I take it.
Yeah. At stumps.
You alright, love?
He may as well have given it away.
Times are tough, darl.
It's a bloody joke, Lil.
Don't get yourself worked up, love.
MEN:
Ooh!Come on, go! Go! Go!
- (MEN SHOUT, WOMEN CHUCKLE)
- Safe.
Good running, mate, good running.
Well, this could be the last ball.
SPOCK:
Will Norm's careerhave the fairytale finish
he so hopes?
Stuck here on 49 runs and 22 beers.
- Come on, Dougie.
- His last ball.
Serve us up a pie, mate.
(ALL GROAN)
- That's four.
- Hehe!
- That's it!
- (CHEERING AND APPLAUSE)
Well played, Norm.
SPOCK:
As Norm leaves the fieldfor the very, very last time,
the crowd and his teammates
give him a standing ovulation!
(CHEERING AND APPLAUSE)
- See you, Taka.
- Thanks, man.
See you, Tak.
It was a good day, Dougie.
It seemed to go alright.
Thanks for chucking
it together for us.
Ah, it's the least I could do.
Had to make sure you pissed off.
(CHUCKLES) Thanks, bastard.
Jeez, I hope
there's no d*ckheads like you
in Broken Hill.
Yeah, me too.
I guess I'll... be seein' ya.
You keep in touch.
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