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("Worlds Away" by Jebediah) ♫ Worlds away from anyone

♫ They were burning themselves out in the sun

♫ Worlds away from anyone

♫ They were burning themselves out in the sun

♫ There was just enough to get them far away

♫ Ooh

♫ Ooh ooh ooh

♫ Ooh ooh ooh

♫ Ooh ooh ooh

- [Lockie] Phillip had never played a sport.

He'd always been more inclined

to use his head than his body,

and believe me,

his was a head filled with some weird stuff.

(light rock music)

- Ha ha ha, ha ha!

- [Lockie] Mum was fairly keen to stop him using it.

Just for a little while, at least.

- Ha ha ha, ha ha ha ha!

(explosion)

- [Lockie] Sarge and Mum agreed.

A team sport was the answer.

- It'd be a wonderful opportunity.

The teamwork, the exercise.

The total absence of any kind of explosions.

- [Lockie] Mum outlined all the logical benefits,

while Sarge, he adopted more of an emotive approach.

- Sport, for many it is a naked desire.

Unstoppable, surging through the veins like a freight train.

For others, it's more of a dormant spirit,

waiting to be given life.

Deep in your blood, my boy,

sleeps the spirit of champions.

- Really?

- You just have to choose a sport

that plays to your strengths.

That's what your ancestors did.

The Leonard family sporting archives.

The late, great Enid Hammertime Leonard.

Six-time gold-winning hammer-thrower,

World Highland Games.

Ichabod Leonard, captain of the

Australian Hackey Sak team, '69-'74.

The late, great Baxter Bradford Leonard.

Champion Rock, Paper, Scissors, seven years running.

And probably our greatest export ever,

the Geigermeister himself,

Dougal Twinkletoe Leonard, Captain,

Addis-Ababa Male Synchronised Swimming Team, circa 1942.

- Wow, I'll do some research Sarge,

find out what my strengths are.

- You do that research son.

- Just have fun.

Don't take it too seriously.

You don't have to rush into anything.

(papers slam down) - I've done the research.

And to be perfectly honest, I'm excited by the results.

I know what my ideal sport is.

According to these calculations,

the perfect role for me in a sporting sense is,

netball.

Wing attack.

- [Lockie] There was only one kind of

netball team in Angelus, the girl kind.

- Apparently I've got an above-average

swivel motion speed for my age.

- [Lockie] Unfortunately for me,

Phillip wasn't the only one in town

going against the grain.

Mel was the new kid at school,

and guess who'd been assigned buddy duty.

It was apparently my job to guide

her through the ways of the school.

Basically, to help her fit in.

But Mel was not a team player.

What about those girls over there,

they look friendly, might even be into motorbikes.

- How long do you have to be my buddy for?

- 'Til you get a real friend I guess.

- And when I do, who are you going to hang round with?

- [Lockie] What'd she mean, I had plenty of friends.

We just didn't hang out so much, anymore.

At all.

Egg, my old best friend.

He kind of, sort of joined a new team.

A whole new crowd in fact.

The wrong crowd.

And Egg had his spot in the line-up firmly entrenched.

He was Curtis' right-hand man

and eager to make his boss happy.

It was pretty clear what would make Curtis happy.

- We really need new bandanas.

These are so last year and so bogan.

And the shirts?

Bogan.

And seriously, uh,

are you guys like serious here,

with the spearmint milk drinks?

Unbelievably bogan.

You really need to work on your public image.

- We are bogans.

You do know that don't you?

- Whatever.

- Never should've let her join.

- She's only here 'cause she likes you.

- Eh?

- She likes you, man.

Believe me, I know women.

Why else would she hang around all the time?

- Excuse me, ladies.

I believe it's time to go seal the deal.

- [Lockie] Egg was pretty happy with himself playing Cupid.

Yep, he knew Curtis, and he certainly knew women.

Or so he thought.

(light rock music)

- Ladies.

- [Lockie] Meanwhile, Phillip was determined

to trail-blaze his way into the Leonard sporting archives.

- Looking forward to working with you all.

Think we're going to achieve a lot together this season.

- They won't let you on the team?

- Oh, I think it's for the best.

- [Lockie] It is.

- There are more appropriate sports out there,

I mean girls can be very aggressive.

- Yeah, there are much safer ways to embarrass yourself.

- Woah, woah, woah, woah.

What are we saying here, people?

That this is okay?

Our son is forbidden from playing

the game he was born to play,

because he was born a boy? (scoffs)

- Perhaps Phillip was born to do other things as well?

- Netball's my game, mum.

I've done the research, the data doesn't lie.

- First match of the season is this Saturday?

This family will be attending. - What?

- You Phillip, will officially be a member

of the Angelus Girls Netball Team,

by close of business tomorrow.

That is a promise.

- Are you sure? - She likes someone else.

- How do you know for sure?

- She said, "I like someone else."

- Why would she join your gang then?

- I know, it doesn't make sense.

- She's always hanging around us.

- Always looking our way.

(fairytale music)

- [Lockie] And Egg suddenly realised,

it wasn't Curtis Sasha liked.

It was him.

(discordant electric guitars)

- What? - Nothing.

- What's wrong? - Nothing, no no.

- Find out who it is who Sasha likes.

I want to know,

'cause whoever that person is,

I'm gonna smash, Egg.

- Smash egg. - What?

- I thought you said eggs, the messy, broken ones.

- Get me a name by the end of lunch, Egg-face.

- Onto it.

- [Lockie] While Egg's life was suddenly in danger,

I was desperately trying to prove I had one.

- Hey.

How you doing?

Dougs.

I'll catch up soon, eh?

Yeah, me and you, nice.

- Who are your buddies?

- Oh, it's just a few of the crew.

I'll be catching up with a few of the boys this weekend.

Should be classic, ooh.

- Cool!

Say, Saturday?

- Sorry?

- You were right, I should start mingling more.

So yes, I'd love to come.

And you can introduce me to all your friends.

- Ah, I just remembered.

Netball's on Saturday and my brother's playing,

so I've got to go, unfortunately.

- We'll meet there then.

Perfect.

- I'm afraid that's impossible, Phillip is a boy,

However, we do appreciate your interest

and hope to see you at the first game tomorrow.

Now--

- Mrs. Streeton.

I am a man.

Hath a man not eyes, hath a man not hands?

Organs?

Dimensions?

Do we not share the same senses?

The same affections, the same passions?

- I'm afraid we can't take you either.

Wrong age, for a start.

- Are we not fed the same food?

Are we not warmed and cooled by the same seasons?

If you prick us, do we not bleed?

If we win the netball final this season,

do we not all roar at their magnificent victory?

Men and women, boys and girls, together.

- Are we discussing a new issue now?

- Same issue. - No boys.

Thank you.

- Alright then. - Alright.

- Sorry. - That's okay.

- But I'm going to have to throw the book at you.

You're in breach of the Equal Opportunities Act 1972.

I'm sorry ladies.

Phillip is in.

(children playing)

- I've done some searching, digging,

general high-end detective work,

and I'm pretty sure, almost certain,

that the person Sasha likes is

no one.

- You're kidding.

- I know, weird. (nervous laugh)

But what I think has happened here

is that Sasha told you that she likes

someone else to make you feel better,

when really, Sasha likes no one.

Clearly not you, but even more so,

not anyone else. (nervous laugh)

Women. (nervous laugh)

- What are you hiding, Egg-head?

Of course.

It makes perfect sense. - No, it doesn't.

I don't get it myself, I'm-- - Leonard.

- Leonard?

- She likes Lockie Leonard, it's obvious.

She's always hung out with you guys,

and now that Vicki Streeton's gone,

Leonard's a single man.

- That is true,

what you said right there, those basic facts.

- Lockie Leonard.

We're gonna get him.

Perfect opportunity for you to prove

you're really part of the team, Egg-breath.

- Oh, there he is.

How was training?

- Great.

Luckily I chose not to participate

in the actual training per se.

- You didn't train? - I didn't need to.

From watching their drills,

I think I've got a pretty good

understanding of the way they play.

- Oh right, oh.

That's good then.

- [Phillip] Starting to feel well and truly

prepared for this game tomorrow.

Hey, interesting fact,

did you know that this game requires

you to actually catch the ball,

and bizarrely, on most occasions,

to throw it as well?

(crickets chirping)

There's intricate forces and vectors

at work in a game of netball, Lockie.

Just have to find a place for myself in their system.

- The game is tomorrow,

shouldn't you at least handle an actual ball before then?

- It's just as important to have

a handle on the physics, my friend.

- Phillip, I've got a surprise for you.

Here it comes.

(loud smash)

- Is that for me?

Brilliant.

It's about 300 grammes, which means--

- Um,

you know you don't have to play tomorrow.

It's just the first game of the season, you know,

I mean you might want to polish up your--

- I'll be playing, Sarge.

Celeste is out with a sprained ankle.

I'll be starting at wing attack.

It's all going according to plan.

- (nervous laugh) Okay, well you know,

most important thing is that you have fun.

- Well that's what I intend to do.

- Right, because you know it's not about

winning and losing, it's about how you play the game.

- I'm just lucky I'll be playing

with an extraordinarily high level of skill.

'Cause I've got the blood of champions

in these veins, right Sarge?

Night Sarge. - Night son.

- [Lockie] Poor Sarge.

He'd given Phillip a dream,

and tomorrow that dream would be crushed.

(light rock music)

Here it was.

The day the Leonard family were poised

for a world record in public humiliation.

In better news, there was no sign of Mel,

so at least one of us might escape

with their dignity intact.

(whistle blows) (audience cheer)

(Phillips cracks his fingers)

(whistle blows)

- Yes, yes, over here!

- Good, good, Phillip's open, Phillip's open!

(team members shout to each other)

She threw it tight in.

(shouting and cheering)

(whistle blows)

- Yes, yes!

- Go ahead, he's open. - Here, here, Bree, I'm open!

Yes, here, here! (suspenseful music)

- He's in the open.

Go.

(triumphant music)

(loud slap)

- Ugh. - Was that legal?

(crowd jeer)

(mid-tempo guitar music)

♫ I've been feeling down, man

(whistle blows)

♫ I don't want to scream and shout

♫ Can't see nothing but clouds and buds

- It's no easy ride being a trail blazer, Lockie.

Takes guts and family support.

- But I'm giving him heaps of moral support.

- Your brother needs you son,

now get over there and show them what Leonards are made of.

♫ I won't let you down

♫ I've been saving all my love

(Lockie can't be heard over background music)

- [Lockie] Somehow I didn't think

Curtis had come to provide moral support.

♫ Everything been bad for me

♫ I just want to get you out

♫ Don't know where I've been coming from

- Son.

It's good, it's good, um,

good effort, uh,

terrific.

- Don't patronise me, Sarge.

♫ I won't let you down

Don't go blaming yourself either.

- I pushed you into this.

- You weren't to know.

I had no idea myself.

I mean, who would have thought?

How could a group of girls actually be this bad?

Don't get me wrong, they're lovely young ladies, Sarge.

Can they play to save themselves?

It's diabolical.

You sit tight, we both know there's

only one person that can turn this game around.

I just have to figure out a way of how I'm going to do it.

(light guitar music)

- [Sarge] You work it out, son.

Use your head, you've got a good one.

(whistle blows) (crowd cheer)

- [Girl] Come on, Dingos!

- [Lockie] Phillip had always been more comfortable

with his head than with his body,

so he took Sarge's advice and started using it.

(screaming and cheering)

(crowd cheer)

(cheering and applause)

- Come on!

- [Lockie] Unfortunately the success of

Phillip's head got Curtis' head thinking.

- You know what, Egg-nog?

If I really want to hurt Lockie Leonard,

I've got to start thinking outside the box.

- Phillip?

- Leonard loves his little brother doesn't he?

This time I'm going to get him where it really hurts.

- Go Phillip!

- What did you say?

- Yeah, go Phillip.

- I don't know if the wrong crowd is the right crowd.

For me, you know. (nervous laugh)

- If you give me that bandana Egg-nog,

you and I are enemies forever.

- Okay then, I'll keep it.

Bye.

- Spearmint really is very bogan.

- It's him.

She likes Egg.

(cheering)

(whistle blows)

- So, your posse hey?

- They're not really-- - They seem cute.

- They're okay, bit bossy.

- They'd be what, seven? - Nine.

- Oh.

- Hey.

Can we, you know, get in on this?

- You'll have to ask the girls.

- Serious? - Yeah, they're my posse.

Funny, what I thought was going to be a disastrous day,

I now always remember as the day I got my best friend back.

♫ All I've ever been to myself

♫ Is my own enemy

But for Sarge, the day ended the same as any other.

Phillip was still his champion.

♫ All I've ever been to myself

♫ Is my own enemy

♫ All I've ever been to myself

♫ Is my own enemy

("Worlds Away" by Jebediah)

♫ Ooh

♫ Ooh ooh ooh

♫ Ooh ooh ooh

♫ Ooh ooh ooh

♫ Boy is breaking

♫ Underneath the weight of strain

♫ Worlds away from anyone

♫ They were burning themselves out in the sun

♫ Worlds away from anyone

♫ They were burning themselves out in the sun

♫ There was just enough to get them far away

♫ Ooh