Three Summers (2017) Movie Script

This film contains

some strong language

GENTLE COUNTRY MUSIC PLAYS

You're listening to your very own

Nyungar Boodjar Regional Radio,

raising the bar in community-funded

local broadcasting.

Regular listeners won't

need reminding that

"boodjar" means "country",

and we respectfully

acknowledge the Nyungar people -

traditional owners

of this beautiful land -

and pay our respects to their

elders, past and present.

And what is it I always say

at this point, friends?

That's right. Another

year, another Westival.

Has it really been a year?

How did that happen?

As John Lennon said,

"Life is what happens while

you're making other plans."

And were the great man alive

today, he might very well say,

"Hey, Yoko,

"let's make plans to visit the

Gladstone Heritage Village in

Noongar Boodjar

"for the 16th wonderful Westival,

"Western Australia's premiere,

rurally-based community folk

event."

It's a camping holiday,

but with folk music.

What's not to love?

# Follow

# Follow the sun

# Which way the wind blows

# When this day is done. #

Another fabulous Westival!

Or some other word starting with F.

Sir? Only headline

artists on site, sir.

That is blue-tagged vehicle.

You are tagged

green for camping.

I need you to exit the

area immediately.

I have to have power to rehearse.

I've got permission.

Open the back of the vehicle, sir.

OK, I've got the tags and

passes, wristbands, also keys.

Don't lose them.

Yep.

So they put us in the same rooms.

I'm in Woody Guthrie and you

guys are sharing Dolly Parton.

If only.

SCATTERED LAUGHTER

Gets funnier every year, guys.

Sir, I do not see an instrument.

No, you're right. It's actually

a mobile bomb factory.

Wrong decision!

HE SCREAMS IN PAIN

It was a joke! It was a joke!

It's a musical instrument.

It's a theremin.

A lot of people think Brian Wilson

used one on Good Vibrations,

but that was a tannerin.

Sir, security is never

a laughing matter.

You have had your first

and your last warning.

Do not disappoint me.

DISTANT LAUGHTER AND CHATTER

Hey.

Just settling in, Da.

So I'll see you in the bar?

You read my mind, love.

Not a very long book.

Gramps, we got our usual place.

Brilliant. Same as every year.

Ruby, darling, can you keep it down,

please? I need to finish this call.

No, I can't come back. This weekend

is sacrosanct mother-daughter time.

But I will be on my tablet,

so I'll be checking e-mails

and reading texts.

Hi.

Not quite the same this year, Rubes.

No, Grandad, of course not.

But Grandma would want you

to still have a good time.

So you have to.

For her.

Nobody played accordion

like your gran.

Good to go, Neilo!

Good to go, Glenys!

Let's go. Back it nice

and slow. Cone, Glenys!

OK. Steady, steady,

steady, cone, Glenys!

Steady, steady, steady, steady back,

back, back, back, back, all right!

Lock and load! Great parking, Neilo.

Well done, Glenys. Nice cone work.

You're still

listening to Festival Folk

and, with us this morning,

the very lovely Diamond,

a top little singer

from Mandjoogoordap

and an old friend of Nyungar

Boodjar Regional radio.

We're going to be chewing

over all things Westival

for the next half hour or so

but, first up,

would you give us a song, Diamond?

I certainly would, Queenie.

That would be awesome.

I'd like to play for you

an alternative take

on a much-loved Aussie folk song

which I think better

reflects the sexual politics

of post-invasion Australia.

It's called Raping Matilda.

Please don't sing along.

# Once a jolly sexist

Conforming to his gender role

# Within a colonial patriarchy

# And he sang as he sat

Just another white supremacist

# Who'll come invading

Australia with me?

# We're Feminasty, we own this town

# We're driving to the festival

Nobody gonna stop us all

# Driving in a hot pink car

Word!

# Don't be fricken with my bizzle

# We're Feminasty shizzle

Go Courtney in the back

And Indi on my side. #

# And her ghost may be heard

# As she dances around the billabong

# Who'll come castrating

the swagman with me? #

No tax on tampons.

Thank you. You've been amazing.

No, thank you, Diamond, for a

very thought-provoking and

contemporary take

on a tale of

early Australian wanderers and

perhaps the appropriate

moment to reflect on the fact

that our very own

Gladstone Heritage Village

was once home to many

homeless little wanderers.

That is so true, Queenie.

Poor, ravaged and

rickety Pommy mites

sent here under

the UK Child Migration Scheme.

Nearly 65 years since

I first stood on those steps.

I know, Grandad.

Funny.

We didn't even want to come here.

Now everybody does.

Well, I couldn't find anyone

playing the rubab,

but there are a number

of mandolin recitals.

Which is similar to the rubab,

although of course

with 12 less strings.

HE CLEARS THROAT

I wonder if we should be

pushing for a response.

I'm not pushing.

I'm trying to connect.

Members of Westival's

Recovering Alcoholic Community,

your meeting's venue

has been moved to

the place they used to have the bar.

Bob and Sharon in the Festival

office clearly have a sense of

irony.

Don't you love it?

DOOR OPENS

Delivery. Four cases of beer.

Who wants it?

Steady, people. Steady.

See this as a challenge.

So, Diamond, do you

have any personal must-sees

that you've picked out

from the Festival brochure?

Well, Queenie, I love anything

that challenges form,

so today I'm super excited to

check out the theremin revolution.

Mm!

Which you Westival folk can find

down at the small workshop hut.

Yes!

Thank you, Queenie.

And, of course, the theremin

was the instrument

that Brian Wilson used to get

the weird woo-woo sound...

..in Good Vibrations.

Oh, my God, bitches!

I just got a 99.9 Atar.

I'm school Dux.

Damn, girl, that's amazing!

Isn't it?

I...I mean, not that I give a...

..swag. It's all bullshit.

Obvs, Courtney.

What up?

What is up?

I'm Dexter.

Got some quinoa falafel or

small batch, slow-brewed,

steam-filtered

bottle-conditioned

organic sarsaparilla.

And you're on Tinder.

Ah, excellent.

Later?

Maybe.

Quinoa falafel and an

overcomplicated sarsaparilla,

please.

Totally. Ain't no thing.

My annual protest

to demand the closure of the

Gladstone asylum seeker detention

camp.

This is actually very important.

No, so I need the ceramics checked

and shipped by close of business.

Asylum seekers.

Detention camps.

If we'd have just left them on their

boats, we wouldn't need to lock 'em

up.

Gramps, they're refugees.

We have a UN obligation.

Refugees?

Pull the other one!

They just want to come

and live here.

Well, what if they do?

You were an immigrant once.

I was seven years old

and I wasn't given a choice.

And I was put straight to work.

I had to earn my bit of Australia.

I didn't just turn up and demand it.

THEREMIN MUSIC PLAYS

MUSIC STOPS

So...

..welcome to

the theremin revolution.

Both in the room and streaming to

the International Theremin Community

worldwide.

Hiya, Adalbert.

It's pretty late in Norway,

so thanks for checking in.

Cos this revolution is

all about what I call

techno folk funk.

What drum'n'bass and hip-hop

were to Generations X and Y,

I believe that techno folk

funk will be to Generation...

Well, whatever the next letter is.

It could be Z.

Settled in for the full

session, have we, Eamon?

Trawling for business, are you?

We don't trawl.

People have to come

of their own accord.

Oh, don't be so coy, Pam.

You know you're itching to get me

into your joyless little losers'

club.

Well, I think you

may have a problem.

Well, you see, Pam,

if you take a teaspoonful of sherry

of an evening and it causes

you to beat your wife,

then it's a problem.

You follow me? It's complex,

but I'm with you so far.

But on the other hand,

if you drink all day,

every day, but you do your

work, you pay your tax,

and you love your daughter,

then you don't have a problem.

You have a...

..a habit.

And I...I'm a creature of habit.

Well, leave you with your mate.

THEREMIN MUSIC IN DISTANCE

MUSIC STOPS

Just to dispel a couple

of popular theremin myths.

The instrument that Brian Wilson

used on Good Vibrations is a

tannerin.

The theremin's pitch is controlled

by a single vertical oscillator.

Sorry to state the obvious.

MILD LAUGHTER

How do you, like,

compose on a theremin?

I don't think you do

compose on the theremin.

You sculpt music.

Sick image.

So sick.

The air is my clay.

SUPPRESSED LAUGHTER

SHE CLEARS THROAT

Hay fever.

SHE SLURPS

Man, this is crap!

They only booked us so they can

tick off the diversity boxes.

You're getting paid, and

you're keeping out of trouble.

What's your problem?

Jumping round in a nappy

for a mob of white fellas.

That's fucking what!

20! Jessie did another 20!

17 rhymes with clucks

and three rhymes with hunts.

That's a dollar in the lolly fund.

Gidday, folks! Name's Jack.

Welcome to my country.

That's a lot of cables.

Lot of dials.

Not organic enough for you?

Well, let's just say it's not what

you normally find at a folk

workshop.

Yes, of course, we want

wood and bone and gut,

don't we? We want...

..bits of animal skin stretched

over hand-turned hazelnut.

We want things that we can

touch and strum and blow.

That's what you're

thinking, isn't it?

No, certainly not.

I don't judge people.

Even people who seem absolutely

determined to be judged.

OK.

I actually liked what you did.

Really? You liked my music?

Well, I liked your passion.

Your commitment.

But did you like the music?

I'd buy a CD.

A CD? What century is this?

Well, I can put it on a USB and you

can stick that in your computer.

I don't have a computer.

I have a phone.

I mean, maybe you could

give me your e-mail

and I'll send you a link?

OK.

So who do you play

your theremin with?

Are you in any bands?

No, I play alone

to tracks I make myself.

And how do you avoid

disappearing up your own arse?

I don't.

I quite like it there. Maybe one

day the world will join me.

What kind of tracks do you make?

I like, uh...

..found sounds.

Finding music in stuff

where there isn't music.

A creaking door. A dripping tap.

I once captured a cane toad fart.

In a bottle?

On an iPhone. I know.

Well, it sounds like

a real crowd pleaser.

I'm not interested

in pleasing crowds.

In which case, you have

picked the right instrument.

It was nice chatting.

My gig is...is here at 4.30,

you know, just if

you were interested.

Maybe.

OK, bye.

Bye.

Anyone can drum!

Try this!

And this.

Put it together, what do you get?

You see? Now you're all drummers.

It's that simple!

Come on, tighten it up.

That's it. Good, good, good, good.

Bob, look like you mean it.

OK, lads, hold up.

Ah, can I have a word, Henry?

Mm-hm.

Look, I'm no Muriel,

but I am doing my best

to sit in with Rodney.

Muriel always considered you

a very fine player, Gwyn.

I was thinking

that we should maybe do some

fundraising for cancer research

in her honour.

Yes. What about doing

a nude calendar?

You know, with bells

and flowers over all our bits.

What do you think?

I think she'd prefer

a cake stall, Gwyn.

Why do I have to be

on the end of the line, Henry?

Somebody's got to be

at the end of the line, Bob.

It's the nature of a line that

there's somebody on the end of it.

Yeah, but I've...I've got no-one

to click my stick against.

I'm just waving it around.

Makes me look silly.

The fact that there's nobody

at the end of the line

to click your stick against

is a problem that's bedevilled

the Morris dancing community

for hundreds of years.

Couldn't we just dance in a circle?

We dance in a circle

when tradition dictates,

and only when tradition dictates.

We could change it up a bit.

Like doing a nude calendar.

We are not doing

a nude calendar, Gwyn!

You can't change traditions.

It's...it's a

contradiction in terms.

All right, lads,

one more time, with music.

FOLK MUSIC PLAYS

Well, here we all are again.

Yeah, here we are again.

Lovely.

Yeah, lovely. Cheers.

Cheers.

Another botski?

Oh, why not?

Good idea.

Lovely.

THEREMIN MUSIC PLAYS

SCATTERED APPLAUSE

That was my take on Smells

Like Teen Spirit by Nirvana.

SHE LAUGHS

Excuse me, that's funny?

Just...I didn't recognise

a single note, that's all.

Well, if it sounded the same,

there wouldn't be much point

in my reinterpreting it

now, would there?

OK. Do you jam?

Do I jam?

Yeah.

Brought my fiddle.

Well, this is a recital.

It's not a party.

You start. I'll come in on top.

Well, these people have come to

hear the theremin, am I wrong?

Actually, I think adding a

fiddle might be really special

in a random sense.

Have you got anything

a little less funky,

a little more folky

in your box of loopy tricks?

OK.

Let's see here.

FOLK MUSIC PLAYS

Yeah, that's good.

THEREMIN-FIDDLE BATTLE

SHE GASPS

How was it for you?

It...it was pretty good.

There's only 14 people

in the audience,

but there's over 40,000

years of history on the stage.

Fuck this show!

Listen here, Jessie.

I stuck my neck out for you.

The only reason you're

not in detention right now

is because I told Juvie

you were a dancer.

So you will be a dancer.

Oh, we really played up

a storm, didn't we?

I've never blown up

an amplifier before.

Well, that's cos you've

never played with me.

Did...did you get

the music I e-mailed?

Oh, no. I'm sorry,

I don't really check e-mail.

I'm more of a Facebook girl.

We just use e-mail for bookings

and stuff. My dad does that.

I'll get him to dig it out.

And I'm Keevey, by the way.

Roland. Hi.

Keevey, that's a...

that's a nice name.

Thanks, yeah. I'm Irish, like you.

Real Irish, or been living in

Australia for seven generations

and still claiming to be Irish?

Is it important?

I think it is.

I think we live in an increasingly

globalised, homogenised society

into which every

culture is dissolving.

Right.

But instead of

meeting that challenge

and creating new social paradigms,

people claim spurious

ethnic credibility,

courtesy of Google family trees.

Wow, OK.

"Oh, my great-grandmother's

from Tipperary

"and that makes me a feisty

rebel with the soul of a poet."

How about being a rebel?

How about writing a poem?

Both my parents were

born in County Cork.

Is that good enough for you?

Yes, that's OK. One degree

of separation is legitimate.

They had a right to call you Keevey.

Phew! Thank you,

that's so generous of you!

You need to chill.

I don't want to chill.

Chilling is a post-modern

word for apathy and indolence.

Seriously? Definitely seriously.

You have to maintain your rage.

Johnny Rotten said,

"Anger is an energy."

Well, so is glucose, but

you can have too much of it.

Excuse me, I think I have

the room booked now.

Oh, uh...

Not to be heavy.

No, no, I... Let me put my

equipment in the corner

and I'll be out of your hair.

Then coffee?

Yes.

Two seconds.

So, Jack, can you tell us a

little bit about the dance

you're going to do?

Well, I'd like to,

Queenie, but I can't.

Because, you see, I'm Aboriginal

and therefore not actually here.

I think I know where you're

going with this, Jack.

Is this Terra Nullius?

When those white fellas

first turned up,

they said the land was empty,

that all those black fellas they

were shooting didn't actually exist.

So, if you weren't here then,

then you can't be here now.

That's right, Queenie.

But I'm joking, of course.

I am here,

and you're here because

Australia was never empty.

Your mob invaded it

and, since no treaty

was ever signed,

Australia remains

an occupied country.

Fair cop, Jack.

Now let's enjoy

the wonderful Westival sights

and sounds and

shapes of Dancing Dream.

Occupied country, my arse!

I bloody helped build this country!

TRIBAL DRUMMING

Don't look so glum!

Come and have a drum!

In the sun, it's fun, fun, fun!

Yeah, yeah, banging is not drumming.

Yes, it is. What's this?

Well, in the absence of fills,

flams, ghosts, polyrhythm,

paradiddle, quarter notes,

rolls, shuffles, triplets,

quads, backbeat, drags,

descendos, bembe and bossa nova...

..I'd say it was just banging.

And it's fun!

For you, maybe.

Not for us.

Oh, God!

Ukuleles!

You don't like ukuleles?

I love ukuleles.

It's the people playing them

that I can't stand.

What?

The ukulele isn't

an instrument any more.

It's a lifestyle.

It's a low-tech dating app

for middle-aged divorcees.

How can you be so judgmental of

other people's musical choices?

Well, music is my life.

Your living?

No, my living is a small

dog-washing business

but, if it helps,

I was the youngest ever member

of the Irish Youth Orchestra.

On the theremin?

I played a few other things.

Like?

Mandolin, harpsichord, guitar,

double bass, piccolo and bassoon.

And you chose the theremin?

Eventually.

I just wasn't good enough

at the others.

I came to accept that

I'm not a true artist,

just a gifted technician.

So I challenged myself to the

world's most technical instrument.

Sounds to me like you

just chose an instrument

that so few people play,

you could have a good shot

at being the best at it.

No, I've given up trying to be best,

but I know it when I see it.

And I see it in you.

Who's the handsome fella

Keevey's with?

Do you know him?

No, she loves 'em and leaves

'em, just like her dad.

I suppose she saw what a big

mistake her mum made, settling

for an arsehole like you,

and she doesn't want to repeat it.

That may be it. The women in my

family always had the brains.

Oh Jesus, Eamon,

can't you even drink

your coffee straight?

I could, my darling,

but I do not choose to.

Where did you train?

Didn't. Music's just in the family.

Your parents play?

Dad does. Mum did.

Sorry,

don't buy that.

Music isn't something you choose.

If you can just drop it,

you never had it.

She died.

Ah.

That old excuse.

Car crash. Hit a tree. I was 16.

Well, if there is a heaven,

which I'm afraid

there definitely isn't,

I imagine she's pretty proud.

I don't think she'd

really care that much.

She dumped me anyway.

Dumped you? Left.

Dad came home pissed

one too many times

and she shot through.

So in fact she dumped him.

Put it this way.

I wasn't enough to make her stay.

Rolly, mate!

Hey, Jack!

Didn't expect to

see YOU at Westival.

Too many actual tunes for

you, I'd have thought.

HE LAUGHS

This bloke plays the dumbest

instrument in Australia,

and that's coming from a fella

who plays a hollow stick.

HE LAUGHS

This is Jessie.

He plays a bit of guitar.

I told him you might

show him a few shapes.

Not interested.

If I dock his money,

he'll be interested.

Roland's an amazing fella.

Any talent a kid's got,

he'll find it and work with it.

Jack does a midnight jam for kids

in Freo who are out on the streets.

That's very cool.

So, how about it?

Will you give him a go?

Well, sorry, Jack,

I'd like to help, but you can't

teach a reluctant student.

They have to want to learn.

Come on, you two.

Bye.

You know, I like that song

you were playing.

Impressions of Nirvana?

I kind of liked the

not remotely like Nirvana.

But, no, it was the other one.

You were playing it

in your workshop.

It was...it was pretty.

It was like a siren voice.

Oh, just the freeform.

Extemporising.

Yeah, that was sculpted

and then forgotten.

Not by me.

FIDDLE PLAYS

That's incredible.

I can't believe you remembered it.

Yeah, well, I liked it.

It drew me in.

It's why I call it Siren Voice.

Well, that's all from me

for another day

and, uh, I'll be

at the WArrikins gig later.

And for my younger listeners,

a band called Feminasty

will be playing

right here in the chapel,

and they tell me they intend

to really kick some bottom.

So, uh, that sounds like fun.

This is Queenie, wishing you

all a folking good night.

It's a joke. Please don't write in.

Nice digs.

You think?

Well, I'm sleeping in my microvan.

It's a bit of a squeeze.

Room enough for one,

if you sleep at an angle.

No Mrs Theremin, then?

No genius techy girl geek

blowing your fuse?

Being a musician is

not great for relationships.

Oh, tell me about it!

I'm never anywhere for more

than a couple of days.

I've been trying Tinder,

but, really,

to be honest, I'm kind of over it.

Tinder? Mm-hm. Wow! Really?

Yeah. People always think it's

weird when girls are on it,

but plenty are, otherwise

it wouldn't work, would it?

And it would be Grindr.

It does get lonely

on the road sometimes.

Mm.

But anything truly worthwhile

requires sacrifice.

Music can't be a part-time thing,

particularly for someone like you.

I just play the fiddle.

It's no big deal.

You don't just

play the fiddle, Keevey,

really, you don't.

You...you inhabit it.

You have a special gift.

Bet you say that

to all the violinists.

No. Just you.

Oh, wow, that was really,

really nice. Thank you.

It's not very cool to thank

a girl for a kiss, Roland.

It's a little weird.

Oh, sorry. Of course, it's just,

you know, it's been a while.

I like your hands.

They're really soft.

Well, I shampoo dogs for a living

and play a non-contact instrument.

You're not going to build

up a lot of callouses.

Maybe you should play a

contact instrument sometime.

Tea? Yes, please.

It'll have to be herbal.

I don't have any milk.

I love herbal.

Keevey?

You need to make a plan.

What sort of a plan?

A music plan to raise your game

and match your potential.

A gift like yours isn't going

to find that kind of stimulus

playing crappy little

festivals like the Westival.

It's a great little festival.

It's too safe.

It's too comfortable.

What's the point of a festival if

it doesn't push the boundaries,

invert forms?

Instead, they book idiot

drummers with pirate hats

and dinosaur pub rock bands,

like the West Australian Rikins.

I think they pronounce it

the WArrikins.

It's a play on larrikin.

The West Australian Larrikins.

Oh, I didn't get that.

Have you ever seen them play?

I don't need to.

I've read the programme.

"A grand bit of Irish craic."

If you've never seen an act, then

how can you know anything about

them?

I've never seen the Earth's core,

but I know that it's approximately

90% iron and nickel,

and I know that

the West Australian Rikins

are at least 90% shit.

And you, Roland, are 100% arsehole.

Sorry?

Which is a shame, because

you have really nice hands.

Now, I need to get ready

for a gig and you need to go.

But what about the herbal...

The tea is cancelled.

Door is that way.

Unless maybe you want to...

..buy a poster or a CD? 18 bucks.

Fuck!

INDISTINCT CHATTER

Hey, hey, great festival, eh? It's

great, isn't it? Hey, buddy.

Pretentious twat!

We're off to see a show, Jafaar.

You should come.

Honest, the WArrikins are brilliant.

Who's pushing now?

No? OK, no worries.

What are you writing? Letter?

Don't interrogate him!

I'm not interrogating him,

I'm talking to him.

Well, it sounds like interrogating.

Name's Henry, son.

That's Ruby.

Adopted? Gramps!

What?

He's obviously not related.

He's a completely different colour.

Gramps!

Fostered?

Yeah, I was kind of fostered myself.

Not to a family, to a farm school.

They told him he was an

orphan, but he wasn't.

Doesn't make a great deal

of difference, Rube.

Well, the Prime Minister apologised.

Not at the time, obviously.

Chin up, son.

No point in looking back.

Got to get on with it.

Gramps!

What?

FIDDLE PLAYS, AUDIENCE CHEERS

# As I was going over

# The Cork and Kerry mountains

# I saw Captain Farrell

And the money he was counting

# I first produced my pistol

# Then I produced my rapier

# I said stand and deliver

Or the devil, he may take ya

# Musha ring dum a doo dum a da

# Whack for my Daddy-o

# There's whisky in the jar

# Some men, they like fishin'... #

In your dreams.

Excuse me?

Any minor stepping onto premises

operating under

State Temporary Licence

must be double tagged on both wrists

and accompanied by a

registered supervising adult

holding photo ID.

Your carer's signature

will need to be witnessed

by a non-family member for whom

photo ID is also required.

Although a photocopy

is permissible, if witnessed.

I just wanted to go inside

and get a drink of water

so I don't dehydrate

while I'm dan...

Oh, be-de-de-de-de-de,

do not make me take you down!

I'll just go.

Oh, absolutely delicious, girls!

Same every year.

First night...

I do mains.

And I do sweets.

Second night...

I do sweets. And I do mains.

Nasty lasty!

Or nasty nexty, I suggest.

The night is still young!

Same every year.

If it ain't broke, don't fix it.

Hi. Thank you.

Enjoy, guys.

Thanks for coming. Bye.

Well.

Look who came to see the West

Australian Rikins, then.

I didn't know

it was your band.

Mm. Well, now you do.

So were we at least

90% shit, as presumed?

Look,

I'm not going to pretend

that pub rock is my scene.

It is not pub rock! It's folk rock.

Folk rock is pub rock.

The punters love it.

Punters loved Hitler.

Wow!

That...that is a big leap.

Well, I'm here to sell CDs.

Do you want to buy a CD?

Yes.

Yes, I would. No, actually,

you can't have one

because you don't

even like our music.

So I suppose you're loitering around

to have another

shot at me, for which,

incidentally, you can wait until,

I don't know, the end of time.

Goodbye, Roland.

Keevey, let me just

put your music on the Net.

We don't want our music on the Net.

The WArrikins are a live band.

Live is what we do.

I wasn't talking about

the WArrikins, just you.

There is no just me, Roland.

So you're happy playing

covers in a pub folk rock...

..pub folk band?

Oh, no, I'd much rather be a

multi-instrumental genius

dog-washer.

This isn't about me, Keevey.

I think it is. I think

it is all about you.

You are an inspired player.

I'm just a technically

competent one.

Have you heard of the

Academie Conservatoire?

Of course I've heard

of the Academie Conservatoire.

I saw Peter And The Wolf

there when I was five.

They do a one-year

creative composition programme.

I was on it, but I dropped out.

Roland, I have absolutely

no qualifications.

It's entrance by audition.

And the Academie's going to pick me,

a mature age step-dancing

fiddle player,

over a bunch of classically

trained 18-year-old

private school kids?

They might. Their whole thing

is searching out the exception.

Coming to the bar, Keevey?

Yeah, I will.

Da, this is Roland.

He's a theremin player.

Yes, it's

an electronic instrument...

I know what

a fuckin' theremin is, son.

Brian Wilson used one

on Good Vibrations.

I'll see you there, Da.

Look, you seem to think I need some

kind of directing but, if you ask

me, you're the one who's lost.

I'm not lost because

I'm not going anywhere.

You are, and you're wasted

in the WArrikins.

Roland, I make my living in a band.

I took over from my mum

when I was 16 years old.

How am I supposed to

just restart my life now,

even if I wanted to? By...

..expanding your horizons.

By having a horizon, not just

inheriting your mother's.

Nice.

ALL: We will never give up.

We will never give in.

We will stick together.

Feminasty forever!

# I stole some Jack

and smoked some crack

# To go down with my food

# And when I get there

Well, you'd better beware

# Cos I'm in a real good mood! #

Hey, bro, you got a problem?

I didn't, but I do now.

OK, bro, just chill.

I'm not your bro, white boy.

All my bros are in detention.

Hey, it's Jessie, isn't it?

And Kalti?

I'm Ruby. We're camped in your area.

You're all camped in our area, girl.

This is Nyungar land.

Don't beat yourself up, son.

You're not the first fella

to lose his heart to Keevey.

She's too good for your band.

Much too good.

Too good for the WArrikins?

Yes.

She's a truly gifted musician,

and a composer too, if her

improvs are anything to go by.

And you're a party band

for middle-aged pissheads.

You think you're the first

person to notice that, do you?

Maybe the first person to say it.

I'm her dad.

I know how bloody good she is.

Even better than her ma,

and that's saying something.

Well, then, why don't you tell her?

Don't insult me, son.

I'm not a fella

it's clever to insult.

OK, bye. I have told her.

Every Westival, I say to myself,

if Keevey's back here with you

next time, you've failed.

She's got to leave the WArrikins.

Get away from her drunken old da.

But until she decides

that for herself,

there's nothing any

of us can do about it.

PHONE CHIMES

Excellent!

You should have come, Jafaar.

It was absolutely brilliant.

Well, we'll...

We'll leave you to it, mate.

OWL HOOTS

Oh, awesome!

Mm.

Mm, totally. We were awesome.

That was some good sex right

there, lady, am I right?

Dexter, you know

you can't sleep here, right?

Why not, sweet lips?

What up is that you have to go now.

Like, go for real?

Sort of, yeah.

So it's just wham, bam,

thank you, Dexter?

Well, you know, it's a tiny bed.

I have a headline show tomorrow.

You probably snore.

I definitely snore.

You know, it's for the best.

Yeah, yeah, totally.

Cool.

It's not a thing.

Um, it's fine. I'm busy.

Heaps of things to do.

So, yeah, it's all good.

Want to hook up tomorrow?

Rise and shine,

all you wonderful Westifolks!

Our wonderful Westival

is over for another year.

And remember, the Westival

doesn't happen once a year.

The year happens once a Westival!

KNOCK ON DOOR

Better get a move on, love.

Kalgoorlie tonight, eight o'clock.

Back on the road again, huh?

Yeeha!

SHE WHISTLES

Gidday, little fella. What's up?

Young lady, are you stamping?

No, I'm wearing step shoes.

Sometimes, I like

to tap when I play.

Saves money on a drummer, you know?

This is an acoustically sprung,

Tasmanian oak concert floor.

Please do not

tap dance.

Right, sorry, I won't.

Now, we do not appear to have

your Curriculum Vitae on file.

You were asked to supply one.

Yeah, I brought it with me. I can...

The Conservatoire is earth-friendly.

We're striving

for a paper-free environment.

Kindly scan it and e-mail it.

I don't have a scanner.

Or a computer.

I live mainly on the road,

out of a trailer.

My dad has a laptop

we use for band stuff. Maybe I could

type it out and...

I presume this means that you'll

also be working from paper sheets?

Sheets?

Sheet music.

What do you intend to play from?

I wasn't going to play from

anything. I was going to improvise.

I see.

I thought all of your candidates

would be able to read music,

so maybe you'd want...

..I don't know, a bit extra.

A bit extra what?

Just a bit extra.

Well, then, Keevey...

..perhaps you could give us

your chosen recital.

Plus a bit extra.

OK.

SHE CLEARS THROAT

This is my take on a lovely piece

called The Mountains Of Mourne.

SHE CLEARS THROAT

MUSIC: THE MOUNTAINS OF MOURNE

HAIRDRYER BLOWS

BARKS

Oh, yeah!

FIDDLE MUSIC SLOWS

Thank you, uh, Keevey.

You may go.

Another year, another Westival.

Come rain, come shine,

you can't stop us Westifolk

getting properly folked up.

OK, same rooms, new names.

I'm in Kris Kristofferson

and you guys are sharing

the Dixie Chicks.

Ooh, things are looking up!

SHE GROANS

And all the way from Mandjoogoordap,

Diamond is with us again.

Yay!

And what little gem do you have

in mind for us today, Diamond?

Well, Queenie, I'd like to

offer you a contemporary take

on the famous Aussie

Laughing Kookaburra song.

Oh, and what Aussie

doesn't love that one?

They may love the song, Queenie,

but not the kookaburra as,

due to deforestation,

there aren't any old gum trees

left for them to sit in.

# Kookaburra stuffed

in a glass display case

# Habitat destroyed

by the human race

# Cry, kookaburra, cry

# Kookaburra, soon

you'll be extinct. #

SILENT MURMURS FROM AUDIENCE

Good to go, Glenys.

Good to go, Neilo.

Let's make it happen.

Back it in. Cone one, let's go.

Nice and slow, Neilo. Nice and slow.

Cone two, Glenys, cone two.

That's nice. Back it in, back it in.

Nice and steady as she goes.

Cone three, Glenys.

That's it. Hold it there.

Lock and load.

Well, an exciting

weekend ahead, I think.

Don't you, Jafaar?

Yes, Barbara. Very exciting.

Bitch didn't have it. If you want

to make it, you've got to own it.

A bitch just can't give up

and go to uni.

Feminasty pledge.

BOTH: We will never give up.

We will never give in.

We will stick together.

Feminasty forever.

Check it out. Wow!

That is so cool!

Jessie, that's nothing

to be proud of, mate.

Ain't it?

I am chatting with our very

own Westival success story.

Roland, every dog has its own bark.

What is it about this specific bark?

Just a quality, Queenie, a timbre.

I'd been shampooing a Schnauzer,

massaging in the conditioner,

when she gave this little

modulated staccato yelp,

and I just thought,

"Oh, yeah."

You'd found a sound?

Well, my view is, Queenie, that

you don't really find a sound.

It finds you.

I caught that yelp on my iPhone,

sampled it onto a theremin

lick and put it on my site

and, next thing I know, everything

has gone all kinds of crazy.

American rapper Koolaz

was using your sample?

Exactly.

He'd been searching the Net,

looking for special interest sites,

as you do.

He typed in "yelping bitches"

and by lucky chance...

He found your Schnauzer.

He sampled my thero-schnau mashup

onto his latest urban gangsta rap.

My Bitch Be A Dog?

That's right, Queenie.

My Bitch Be A Dog.

SCATTERED APPLAUSE

Have you been coining millions?

EMBARRASSED LAUGHTER

Not quite millions,

but I do get a healthy 0.0002%

of each download.

Which comes to?

About 800 so far.

Well, it's not too bad

for a random bark.

Yeah. Although, after

taking legal advice,

I have agreed to split the money

50-50 with Mrs Boo-Boo.

But it's great

to be back here at the Westival.

That shitty little festival?

I'm really looking

forward to seeing Umid.

The traditional folk group

from Afghanistan? Yes, yes.

It's great to see the

Westival pushing boundaries

as opposed to taking the usual

easy, populist options.

Shut up!

I also love the way that the

Westival makes really good folk

music

so exciting and accessible.

I think the WArrikins

are the best example of that.

Oh, we all love the WArrikins.

I used to be a little

dismissive of folk rock myself,

but it's through bands

like the WArrikins

that I've really come

to see its value.

THUNDER RUMBLES

Ruby, darling,

there's a storm coming in.

I need to check these messages.

Can you please come out here and

help me with this... Fuck you, Mum!

You're a complete bitch and I

hate this shitty festival.

Excuse me!

No, no, no, no, no, the FedEx

notes are still in transit!

Well, here we all are.

No matter the weather,

old friends, good times,

just the same.

Although, sometimes, I think

a change might be nice.

Why not?

Well, they do say

it's as good as a rest.

Here's a thought.

Why don't the girls swap around?

What? What?

Cherie can do mains tonight

and Glenys can do dessert.

Well, personally, I think things

work fine just the way they are.

Tell you what,

why don't we discuss it

over another botski?

Now you're talkin'!

For me, techno folk funk

is all about combining

the infinite potential

of the digital age with

real world found sounds.

I think that's what drew

Koolaz to my work.

Let's just lay down a simple groove.

And then we're going

to add the found sound.

BARKING

But I mean, alone,

it's just a dog barking.

So we add the thero-lick.

And you've got techno folk funk.

And then the Koolaz rap kicks in.

Yeah, well, I'm afraid we don't

have the rights to that bit, so

why not just sit back and enjoy

the sick sounds of techno folk funk?

See the Merry Morris

Men of Olde England.

Traditional dances brought to

Australia by the very first

settlers.

Gidday, Henry.

Been thinking of doing a little

slot about Australian folk dancing

on my show.

Interested?

Bloody oath, I'm interested!

We were wondering if you could give

our charity calendar a bit of a

plug, Queenie.

It's called Cheeky Morris.

Have you done a nudie calendar?

Not us. Just Gwyn.

It's Gwyn all year.

January to December.

The print version's a bit slow,

but the website's gone mad.

I'll bet it has.

I'm her IT resource.

Digital is the way of the future.

Save a tree, go paper-free.

TRIBAL MUSIC PLAYS

Thank you, friends.

And despite the fact that

another year has gone by

without recognition of

invasion in our Constitution,

meaning you're still

an occupying force,

you've been a great crowd.

Jack, I need you.

I'm doing a show about traditional

dance, and you're in it.

Whatever you want, Queenie.

That's right.

Hey.

Whaddup?

Yeah, it means how's things?

Oh, I know what it means.

I just thought you had to be

15 or a dickhead to say it.

Congrats on the Koolaz thing,

by the way.

It's pretty amazing.

Well, thanks. I'm...I'm not going

to lie. It feels pretty good.

What, pleasing a crowd?

I pleased myself.

If other people like it,

well, that's cool.

Well, of course,

people liked Hitler.

Oh, right.

I get it. You think

my techno folk rap fusion is

succumbing to populism?

Well, it's popular, isn't it?

And you have certainly succumbed.

I saw all those young ladies outside

your workshop, taking selfies.

I didn't succumb.

I've been embraced.

I'm not an elitist. I don't

object to being popular.

Right. So on what level is you

and your mate, Koolaz, making

bong-toking music

for stoners any different to the

WArrikins making drinking music for

drunks?

Every level. OK, OK, not...

not every level.

I do admit I've been...

..a little dismissive

of what you do.

Really? You think?

You're angry at me because...

..because I've shown you

what you're scared to do.

To take a risk.

To follow your talent.

Really, have you? How's that?

Last year.

I left an envelope under your door.

Yeah, an application for the

Conservatoire. I got it.

Well, clearly, you didn't act on it

because I know they would have

killed for...

Actually, I did.

You did?

Yeah, I applied and I auditioned,

and I was sent on my way.

I keep it with me, just to remind me

how lucky I am to have a

band and to make a living.

Those crazy idiots!

See, Roland, they're not crazy.

They're just realistic.

I gave that audition everything

I had, and guess what?

It wasn't enough.

I knew it, they certainly knew it,

and the only reason you

still don't know it is

cos you're thinking with your dick.

Oh, God, no, absolutely not!

Come on, Roland, be honest.

If I was a 50-year-old fat dude,

would you really be so concerned

about my unique talent?

No, that... Look,

that is beside the point.

Roland, I'm not your fantasy girl.

I am a 26-year-old folk chick

who dances a bit,

plays the fiddle a bit,

and is lucky enough

to get paid for it.

Now leave me alone. Go back to your

groupies and your barking bitch.

But these bloody boat people

are just jumping the queue!

Except, if you think about it,

the first Poms were boat people.

The people

the British displaced

were Aborigines.

So if you're seriously

suggesting to me

that their culture

is of equal value to ours,

then you're an even bigger

bloody idiot than I thought.

Look at that dance troupe.

If you call skipping around

naked, covered in paint,

pretending to be an emu,

a dance.

Ha! Bloody ridiculous!

Ruby, it's a brand-new phone!

I left it right here on the table.

SHE SIGHS

Well, luckily, it's on the

Cloud, so, I don't know,

I'll just Find My Phone

or something.

Find my... Oh, here we go.

OK, OK, OK, it's searching.

Searching.

BEEPING

Oh, dear.

BELLS JINGLE

Australia's a proud nation.

Founded on armed invasion

and ethnic cleansing.

What's to be proud of?

Come to an Anzac dawn service,

mate. You'll find out.

Where's the dawn service

to all the black fellas

who died

when the Europeans first came?

Where's the bloody memorial?

You'd need a wall as big as

Uluru to put their names on.

It happened, all right?

And it's still happening!

I was taken away from my family

when I was eight years old.

Think about that.

Australia's a proud country.

SHE WHISTLES

Well, boys, if we're going to

discuss the Stolen Generation

and the Anzac legend, we might

need a...a little bit more time.

But at least we're talking.

Jack,

you'd better come.

Jessie's in trouble, and it

isn't for saying fuck.

You're a bloody fool, Jessie.

You're a bloody idiot.

You know you're tagged.

Call the police, Olivia.

Come on, he'll get youth detention.

Let me deal with him.

I swear I'll sort him all out.

You're big on the law

when it comes to your treaty

and your land rights,

but when it comes

to other people's property...

We're dealing with

a deprived kid here.

Oh, I know plenty

about deprived kids.

I was one,

and I didn't steal.

Dad, I don't think that we need to

call the police. We found the phone.

No, but what about the rest of us?

We don't want to share

our campsite with a thief.

Well, if you won't

call them, I will.

I stole it!

I stole it, Gramps,

and I gave it to that kid.

Ruby, darling, I know

you want to help him,

but you hardly know him.

I didn't steal it for him.

I stole it because you're a bitch!

You get a brand-new iPhone,

and I get Gramp's old Nokia.

I gave the phone to him because I

could see that he wanted it and we

stole his country and...

..and Gramps is a racist!

Ruby!

You are so grounded

when you get home.

Um...

Sorry, can I grab the... Yeah.

Thank you.

So...

..you still going to call the cops?

Have the little white girl arrested?

No?

I thought not.

Well, it looks like us mob'll have

to share the campsite with a thief.

Nothing to see here.

Come on, boys.

I think maybe you should have

let that kid keep your phone.

What's that, Dad?

Oh, I've just been sitting here,

having a bit of a look

at myself as well.

I thought maybe you should too.

Mind you, you can't see yourself

if you're staring at your

bloody phone, can you?

# Jack took two pistols

from his belt

# He proudly waved them high... #

Hey, Roland!

# I'll fight but not surrender

Cried

# That wild colonial guy

# Whoo! #

Can we get a photo? Sorry.

Stop, stop, stop!

Watch the gig.

I'm sorry for any of you trying

to enjoy our poor, old-fashioned

little gig, but there is

a techno urban folk funk

dog-washer up the back,

doing selfies with his fans.

Now this is Whisky In The Jar.

I thought perhaps we might go

and see a bit of music later.

Really?

That's not like us.

But something different

could be nice.

Yeah, but different isn't

always a good thing.

I tell you what.

Why don't we have another

botski while we decide?

Hey!

I'm going to give

my voice a rest now

and pass you over to my da,

Eamon O'Reilly.

Thanks, Keevey.

I'd like to sing you

a little song that was...

..might have been written many years

ago but I've always felt that it was

kind of written just for me.

You see, I met

my beautiful wife, Mary,

when she was just 16.

And I lost her when

our lovely daughter, Keevey,

was the same age.

So, this is my favourite

song in all the world...

..which is funny because

it always breaks my heart.

MUSIC: SWEET SIXTEEN

# When first I saw

the love light in your eyes

# I thought that life

held not the joy

# For me

# Although we may have

drifted far apart

# I never dreamed

but what I dream I feel

# I love you

As I've never loved before

# Since first I saw you

on the village green

# Come to me

Or my dream of love is o'er

# I love you as I love you

# When you were sweet

# Sixteen. #

Piss off, son.

I just want to talk to her.

Listen mate, she doesn't

want to see you, all right?

She's not interested in your

or your academy bullshit.

I don't care that

the academy didn't get it.

I think Keevey's good enough to...

Oh, she's good enough.

Good enough for what she wants to be

and way too good for a pretentious

little bumfluff hipster like you.

At least the blokes who normally

pester her have got some balls

and they don't slag her off for not

being Stephane fucking Grappelli,

either.

Just keep away, Roland.

And if I see you bothering

Keevey again, you'll regret it.

Hey dude. I'm Maddison.

That's Indiana.

Can we talk to you for a second?

We have lots of Muslim

girls at our school.

Some of the wear the headscarf,

which, like, I respect,

but as a woman it kind of makes

me feel uncomfortable about.

Hey guys. Hi. Sorry, I just...

Rube, can I have a quick word?

What?

Oh, yeah OK. What?

I've turned it off.

I've put it in the car.

Put what in the car?

My phone. You're kidding.

Are you ill?

No, I'm not ill, I just...

I'm sorry.

I know I'm always on it,

and I'm sorry...

It's OK. No, darling, it's not OK.

I want things to be different,

and you stealing that phone was

making some kind of statement and...

I didn't steal it.

The dancing kid did.

Did he?

I just didn't think

he should go to prison for it.

No, no, no, I... No, definitely not.

No, he... Anyway,

it doesn't make any difference.

The point is, I've turned

my phone off, it's in the car,

and I would love it if we could

do something together tonight.

What?

Well, we're at a folk festival.

We could go and see an act.

We could take Gramps.

Yeah, OK.

Sorry, I have to... That's OK.

So that biddy didn't

want to know, right?

She went off with her mum,

but that's OK.

I'm used to people

not wanting to know.

You think she's hot?

I don't know.

Oh, yeah, you do!

She's all right, too.

Me and her got a connection.

He can hook you up if you want.

It's a nice dream.

Dude, we're Aboriginal.

Dreams are real to us.

You girls are great.

You're really, really talented,

and music's always

going to be in your lives,

there's no doubt about that.

But you have to ask yourself,

is it your vocation?

Is it the only thing you want?

Yes.

Then you have to

make music for itself,

not because it'll get you a hit.

You have to know that, even if,

after a lifetime of playing,

you never get that hit,

you'll still believe

you made the right choice.

Wow.

That'd be so fucked up.

Yeah.

There's a band playing

tonight, an Afghani folk band.

My guess is they're unlikely to ever

get a hit and they probably know it,

but still, they play.

I can't believe the guy

who worked with Koolaz

just showed me

how to open tune a guitar.

He's such a dope dude.

It's like he really

cared about our music.

He actually took us seriously,

and he didn't even

try and hit on us.

Yeah, that was a bit weird.

Good evening.

My name is Baktash,

and we are Umid from Afghanistan.

Umid is the Hazari word for hope,

and we humbly hope you enjoy

our Afghan music tonight.

FOLK MUSIC PLAYS

Three more jellybeans

and I'm up another level.

Oh, that's nice.

Interesting article on the

advanced vacuum distributor.

Hm.

Red and white wristbands

are required

for express glamping

bathroom access.

White and red wristbands for the

general purpose bathroom facility.

If the red part of the band

is closest to the armpit,

then you are good for glamping.

If the white part of the wristband

is closest to the armpit,

then you must only access

general purpose bathroom facility.

TOILET FLUSHES

Is that clear?

Ooh! Ah!

Good to go.

Steady.

You've given us such

a special night tonight.

What has been special for you?

Well, Queenie...

..we come from a place

where there is no music,

no laughter.

A place where our freedom

is oppressed,

where we are imprisoned

without trial...

..without hope.

My friends, we come from hell.

But the hell I described

is not the homeland we ran from,

seeking freedom and a better life.

It is in the land we ran to.

The hell I described

is the detention camp

where we are imprisoned

without hope.

We are forgotten.

We are dying.

I would like to thank Queenie

and the Westival organisers

for arranging this concert

and the authorities for allowing it.

But above all...

..I would like to thank

my young friend, Jafaar,

for thinking up the whole plan.

Jafaar was just ten

when he arrived in Australia.

He had lost his parents

and his home.

When he came, he was...

..confused. He was alone,

was traumatised.

And Australia was...

..not kind to him,

did not welcome him.

It put him in that camp.

I can see that our brief

moment of freedom is over.

We must return to camp.

We've lost everything...

..and we ask for nothing.

Nothing but the chance

to begin again.

So, please,

remember our name.

Umid. Hope.

We've never done that before.

No.

It's a change.

No, I'm sorry Jools,

I don't want to do this.

Babes, we're right here. Come on...

No, really... I don't want to.

I thought I did, but I've

changed my mind, OK?

Oh, you've changed your mind.

OK, what am I? A pizza?

Why would you Tinder me

if you don't want a root?

Swiping right isn't a contract, OK?

It is an expression of interest,

and I have lost interest.

Oh, come on, babes!

It's too late to hook up with anyone

else. Let's just do it. It's fine.

I said no, Jools!

Now fuck off!

Hey, thanks for the great

bloody evening...

..in opposite world,

you prick-teasing bitch!

Hey!

That's my daughter

you're talking to.

And what are you

going to do about it?

Yeah, mate?

Dad, stop it! Leave him alone!

Be careful, lad.

You're half my age but, in a fight,

what counts is experience.

Get out of here before he kills you.

Go on!

Dad, you can't just punch

people out for being dickheads.

Really, love?

I thought that's exactly

why you DID punch them out.

I'm always going

to be here for you, Keevey.

You know that, don't you?

Yeah, I know, Dad.

Goodness gracious!

Another year, another Westival!

Back her in, back her in,

back her in, back her in!

Tags, passes, keys!

HE YAWNS

So, yeah, I just, um,

pray for the strength to keep going.

My name is Smoko, and

I'm four hours sober.

To be clear, Smoko...

..four hours sober means four hours

consciously pursuing sobriety,

not four hours

unconsciously shitfaced.

You do see the distinction?

This year, we have another real

community star to celebrate,

and guess what?

It's the Westival itself!

Yes, the Westival has joined

numerous other great WA institutions

like Bumbles Hardware,

Rockmantle City Council

and the famous

Academie Conservatoire

in going entirely paper-free.

Well done us!

I have two things to tell you.

Hey, I'm glad you

shaved that beard off.

Wasn't a fan.

The Academie Conservatoire

is paper-free!

I don't want to hear anything else

about the Academie Conservatoire...

"While we accept initial

applications by post,

"all further correspondence

will be to the e-mail address

"entered on the application form."

Is that one of the things

you came here to tell me?

What e-mail address

did you supply, Keevey?

The WArrikins'. My dad's.

It's the only one we've got.

Do you still carry that

rejection letter with you?

You all know Henry of the

Merry Morris Men of Olde WA.

What have you got for us, mate?

Well, Queenie,

we'd like to invite your listeners

along to a very special show.

And let me promise you,

this is one Morris Dance

you do not want to miss.

Not that you'd ever want

to miss any Morris Dance.

Another Westival, another round.

I need to lubricate

my picking fingers.

It's a great gig, isn't it?

Keevey, darling,

will you have a beer?

Roland accessed your

deleted e-mails, Da.

He doesn't know the password.

"thewarrikins", all lower case.

I got it in one.

They accepted me.

They even offered me a scholarship.

You deleted the e-mail.

You forged a rejection letter.

And how can you do it?

You're my dad.

I didn't mean to... I...

It was...

When I got that e-mail,

I was so pleased for you, darling.

I really was. And...

And, uh...

And then...then I got scared.

Keevey, I...

..I didn't know what

I'd do without you.

You're all we've got.

You're all I've got.

What was the other thing?

What?

You said you had

two things to tell me.

What was the other thing?

Oh, right, well...

..I was going to mention

that I'm in love with you.

It's probably the wrong time.

Maybe a bit.

Your dad did a terrible thing, love.

But he's a sick man.

He's a sick, lonely, old man.

Hello, Keevey.

Didn't know you had

a problem with drinking.

She's had a problem with

drinking all her life, mate.

Yours.

Yeah, well, things to do. Thanks.

Well, Pam.

Can you help me?

Let's hear it for Henry Foreman

and Chief Squire of the Merry

Morris Men of Olde England.

Thank you, Queenie.

Well, this is a lovely little

festival, isn't it?

We all meet, we all mix.

"Australia in a tent,"

as Queenie likes to call it.

You have all sorts of people

come along to Westival,

with all sorts of stories.

Now, take mine, for instance.

I didn't have

the easiest start in life.

No, not complaining, you understand,

just...just saying.

And it made me who I am.

A fellow who even my mates

sometimes find hard to like.

Who even my lovely

granddaughter sometimes

found hard to like.

I think the problem was that I was

only looking at my own story,

as if it was the only one

that mattered.

And then I started

to have a look round...

..at all the other people

in the tent.

Like young Jessie here.

And Jafaar.

And I heard Jafaar's story,

and I realised

that it wasn't

all that different from my own.

What I reckon is...

..that unless we start listening

to each other's stories...

..we won't begin to

understand our own.

So today, in my capacity as Foreman

and Chief Squire of the Merry

Morris Men of Olde England, WA...

..I would like to honour

and celebrate

the oldest Australian story

of them all.

And I'd like to thank you, Jack,

for allowing me to share in your...

..your culture and your spirit.

DIDGERIDOO PLAYS

APPLAUSE AND CHEERING

I am seeking to contact

one of the festival artists.

Kindly assist me.

I do not see a wrist tag, Madam.

Health and safety regs require

all visitors to have one.

Do I look like the kind of person

to allow my wrist to be tagged?

Well, you will not have

access to the portaloos.

I will not require

access to the portaloos.

I would rather die.

Where I went to school,

girls were taught to hold on.

Are you going to assist me

or aren't you?

You look like a very smart,

efficient, useful kind of girl.

Madam, how can I help you, madam?

That remains to be seen.

Hi.

Thought maybe you'd come by.

Well, no. I thought that, you know,

you'd have a lot to think about,

what with your dad and all.

Well, not really.

When he's been dry a

year, then we can talk.

I'm going to play tonight's

gig and then, after that,

he's on his own.

But guess who did come to see me?

Who?

Professor Wellborn.

Ah, good! She said she spoke to you.

Yes, I...I did. I hope that's OK.

Yeah, of course it is.

In fact, she, uh...

..she still wants me

for the scholarship.

That's great!

Yeah.

Well, I told her I'd think about it.

You'd think about it?

Yeah, well, you know,

there's a lot to take in.

Besides, anyway, I mainly

talked to her about you.

Me? Mm-hm.

She told me all about

how you inspired her to

audition for the Conservatoire.

Hello, Professor Wellborn.

I didn't realise

you were still here.

She wants to talk to you.

About what?

About music!

Keevey tells me that

you love to talk about music.

And you can play it

on ten different instruments.

Yes, Keevey, but there are ten

people that are better on each

of those.

Maybe 100.

Not everybody can be the best.

But everybody can be the

best that they can be.

But to achieve that,

they need enablers, Roland.

Mentors and tutors who can

see their potential but have

a passion for unlocking it.

She means teachers, Roland.

Come and work for me.

Unlock talent, enable passion.

You can start by convincing Keevey

here to take up her scholarship.

Linda and I are leaving now.

But I will be expecting

to hear from both of you.

Oh, don't disappoint me!

Do not disappoint her.

Linda!

Wow, I seem to be the object

of some sort of intervention.

Well, yeah, it's a bit of a taste

of your own medicine, huh?

Come on, Roland, be a teacher.

It's what you do. Will you

give yourself a chance?

I don't know.

Maybe.

Will you?

I don't know.

I mean, I think I want to.

Well, you're going to have to now,

otherwise Professor Wellborn

will set her girlfriend on me.

And then there's the other thing.

The other thing?

You said that you

were in love with me.

And I was just really confused.

You know, it was...

..it was so the wrong time

and actually I'm...

..I'm sorry because I...I

shouldn't have said anything...

Roland, Roland, Roland!

I was confused because

it made me realise that...

Well, I'm...

..I'm totally in love with you too.

Really?

Yeah, really.

But just...I was scared.

Why?

Because love is based on trust,

and I barely know you.

You know, we've had one amazing kiss

and about 15 massive fights,

and we're just not

exactly an obvious fit.

But the best harmonies never are.

Your lines are really improving.

I just don't want

to get hurt, Roland.

I know what that feels like,

and it sucks.

I'd never hurt you, Keevey.

I...I love you too much.

I've loved you since the day

you blew up my amplifier.

Just give me a chance...

..to prove it.

OK.

Would you please make welcome

the WArrikins and techno folk funk?

APPLAUSE AND CHEERING

THEREMIN PLAYS

FIDDLE PLAYS

# There was a wild colonial boy

# Who left his native home

# And to Australia's sunny shores

# He was inclined to roam

# He robbed the rich

He helped the poor

# He shot James McEvoy

# A terror to Australia was

# That white colonial boy. #

And a real Westival favourite,

Diamond, is with us once again.

Do you have another treat

in store for us, Diamond?

Yes Queenie, I do. A recitation.

Oh.

100 years ago, a very

talented and strong woman

named Dorothea McKellar wrote,

"I love a sunburnt country,

a wide brown land for me."

Oh, wonderful inspiring poem, yeah.

Yes, well, I think if

she were writing today

she would probably write

something quite a lot more angry.

I hate a gender-specific country,

a land of sweeping bigots,

of ragged, transphobic

Internet trolls,

of inadequate intolerant white men.

And I've been taking

guitar lessons with Tman.

Tman?

He calls him the Theraman

because he plays the theremin.

See what he did with that?

Here we all are again, eh?

Yep, here we are. Good year?

Oh, absolutely.

We resaid our vows on the beach.

It was so romantic.

Oh, we did ours again too!

Barefoot in white pyjamas.

We were barefoot in white pyjamas!

No! Oh, what? What? That's crazy!

Well, you know, that funny

old night we had last year.

Shook things up a bit.

ALL: Yeah!

Back to normal now, eh?

Oh, yeah.

Well, the quicker we get set up,

the quicker we can get

stuck into the botskis!

ALL: Yay!

Don't even think about it.

Hey.

I'm Maddison, and I'm Feminasty.

This is quite a sad song, actually.

It's about regret, broken

dreams and betrayal.

Mostly, it's about betrayal.

I hate her lack of horizon,

I hate her poison sea,

her bankers and her miners,

a wide, shit-coloured land for me.

Thank you, Diamond.

As ever, plenty to think about and

apologies for the fruity language.

Binge drinking and

anti-social behaviour

will be met with zero tolerance.

Know your limits,

drink responsibility.

Enjoy your night.

Microbrewed beer in the bar?

I don't recognise

Australia any more.

Too hoppy. Too fruity.

Don't want that much

taste in a beer.

"A rich amber brew with hints of

burnt grapefruit and vanilla."

It's a beer, not a puddin'!

Thank you. You've been amazing.

# I got a new friend

I think I met her outside

# She's so lovely

She said she'd give me a ride

# So many new friends

I think I'm having a ball

# And in the morning

I'll remember them all

# New friends, new friends

New friends

# Gonna have them all

# I got a new friend

# New friends, new friends

New friends

# Gonna write on my wall. #

Three Summers (2017) - full transcript