Broken Hill Page #3

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they'll look for weaknesses,

they'll take any advantage

they can get.

You can be friendly,

just don't forget who they are.

- Have a good time.

- Thanks.

Though the prison's old,

it's been upgraded with all

the necessary security measures.

Just know you're always

being monitored,

so if something does go wrong,

help will arrive pretty quickly.

Only prisoners that have

earned special privileges

will be allowed to attend,

so there shouldn't be any problems.

There'll be at least one guard

with you at all times.

Just up ahead.

Well, looks like you got

a decent turnout.

It's all yours.

Hi, everyone.

Hello.

Hi, um...

Yeah, well, look, I just want to say

thanks for coming out.

Um, kind of thought there might be

a few more of you, but...

Uh, I'm sure we can make do.

Um, look...

Uh, first, my name's Thomas.

Say, uh, why don't you just

tell us what sort of music

you're going to play for us here, eh?

Sorry, can I just ask your name?

Bear. Mister.

Well, Bear,

we're not actually going

to be playing for you.

We're here to help you guys

form a band.

I'm thinking we could even go

to the Jail Exhibition in Broken Hill.

Ah, yeah. I've been there.

- Broken Hill sucks!

- Mind your manners.

I heard they used to go up to Sydney.

Could we go there?

I guess we could ask,

but Broken Hill works better

for us schedule-wise.

- What kind of band?

- Should be like Pantera.

Pantera rules.

Oh, no. Deep Purple...

and we'll need an organ.

Well, look. Actually, this band's

not really gonna be anything

like Pantera or Deep Purple.

This band's going to actually be

combining both orchestral

and choir elements.

Well, look, I understand if it's not

everyone's cup of tea, you know?

You're a real crowd-pleaser.

Timmy, mate.

Uh, Tommy.

- Boss?

- Righto.

Tommy, get here.

See that room over there?

Well, that's where they strip

and cavity-search us

before and after any type

of recreational activity,

so you might understand

why this room isn't exactly

full of volunteers.

Do good, might get a couple

of blokes back.

If you're lame, you ain't gonna get

anybody at all, you understand?

Well, why did you guys stay?

I think your band idea sounds good.

Very good.

Look, uh, you teach me the organ part

of "Space Truckin"' by Purple,

and I'll be back, all right?

Hm.

Well, it's a start.

What are you staring at, creepo?

You remind me of someone.

Great.

Okay, just try one higher still.

- Good.

- Listen.

Do you even know "Space Truckin"'?

Just tell me you've heard it lately.

- How does it go again?

- Go?

Um...

Uh...

- That's it.

- Keep going.

# Well, we had a lot of luck

on Venus #

# We've always had a ball on Mars #

# Meetin' all the groovy people #

# We've rocked

the Milky Way so far #

# We've danced along with borealis #

# We're space truckin'

round the stars #

# Come on #

# Let's go space truckin', yeah! #

# Come on #

# Come on #

# Come on #

# Let's go space truckin', yeah! #

# Come on #

# Come on #

# Let's go space truckin' #

- Ricardo, come on.

- No, no, no, no.

- Please.

- What?

Don't be looking at me.

I'm not a singer,

I'm a guitarist, huh?

A guitarista.

And besides, where are

all the other instruments?

Oh, well, this is just a warm-up.

We're probably done for today,

but next time I'll bring

some other instruments...

Adios!

...and if you bring

some more friends,

we can get some more

people involved.

Yeah, right.

Don't be expecting any help

from that guppy.

Guppy?

Behind these walls,

you got guppies,

you got fish, you got sharks,

and you got killer whales.

If you're expecting any help,

you need to ask a killer whale,

you understand?

Yeah. Which one are you, Bear?

I'm a blue whale.

Hey, I need you to sign this.

It says we completed our hours.

Hey, we didn't do three hours.

I know. I futzed it

so we could get done sooner.

Oh, come on!

Don't be such a freakin' prude!

You're killin' me here, seriously.

What, you think this is funny?

No. I just like your accent.

My accent?

You're such a freaking prude.

You're killing me here, seriously.

I do not sound like that!

Yeah, you do!

Well, then, who am I, mister...

"You are my sun, my moon, my stars.

"I'm such a nerd.

Go to the dance with me,

and I'll be so happy."

Well, thanks for your help today.

See you tomorrow.

It does matter

when you're not here.

Because we miss you!

Hey. Where's mom?

She's extended her trip

a couple of more weeks.

You can find something to eat,

can't you?

I don't understand!

That's twice now!

Two more weeks. I don't get it.

Well, that's not fair!

I am here for her!

That was never our deal!

That is not the way

it was gonna be.

No. You never said that.

I never would have agreed to that.

I'm not going to agree to that,

and I am not going

to accept responsibility

for her behavior either.

You know I can't leave the mine!

You know I've got to be here!

No!

You continue to throw this

in my face!

I'm gonna start a prison band

for my audition with Mr. Wooley.

That's the spirit, boy!

Let's ring the Conservatorium now

to arrange a time.

Yeah, it'll be July 15th,

so we've got three weeks

to prepare.

We kind of need

some instruments.

Hm.

Restoring instruments

has been my life's passion,

preparing for an unrealized dream.

You, Thomas,

can breathe life into them,

and they fulfill a measure

of their creation.

These are my children.

I promise I'll take

good care of them.

Here, Bear, you played

one of these before?

As if.

All right. Mold the wax around

so you get a good seal on your lips.

He's not bad.

This here's Fuzz.

Plays the drums, don't you?

So I thought he might be good

for our band.

He told me you play a mean version

of "Space Truckin'."

Ricardo!

A fine instrument, yes,

but still, she is hurting

on the inside.

But I can heal her pain.

I can heal it.

Okay, well,

we should get started.

So, um, Fuzz, do you want

to show us what you can do?

On that?

Yeah, yeah. Just give it a go.

This thing's too complicated.

Uh, well, what kind of drums

did you say you played before?

Tommy, warden wants to see you.

Oh, okay. Just a second.

Okay, we are dying here.

I'm going to see

if I can get some more players.

You keep the ones

that we have got here.

Um, just, you know,

tell 'em a joke or something.

What?!

Warden will see you now.

Thanks.

Officer Jack informs me

that you're here

to persuade me to allow inmates

to leave this secure jail

to perform in a music exhibition.

The exhibition is the jail nationals.

Prisoners from all over the country

are going to perform,

and it takes place in Broken Hill

at the end of the month.

It's Tommy, right?

I was transferred here

to cut costs, cut frills,

and basically turn this country club

back into a prison.

Unfortunately, it seems

the policy makers

have a soft spot

in their heart for music.

I suppose hearing

the incarcerated singing

helps them ease

their collective conscience,

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