All language subtitles for Wellington.Paranormal.S02E03_English

How many signs have you
put up now, Minogue?
Almost three.

So two?
Yeah. Well,...

one, mainly.
Right.

Um, so, yeah, we've had
noise complaints from the local
residents for over 20 years,...

Mm.
...so we've decided to
take immediate action.

A lot of people have fun tooting
in this tunnel, and we've decided
to put a stop to that.

Uh, we'd recommend that you find
other forms of road-based fun, like
reporting traffic infringements.

Yeah. At the New Zealand Police,
we consider beeping your horn in
the tunnel

to be a nuisance to the
people passing through it.
Mm.

Tooting should be reserved
for emergency situations

or, potentially, you know, when
you're politely saying goodbye to
friends when you leave their house.

Or if there's somebody
in front of you at the lights

and they haven't realised
the light's gone green,

just give them a polite
'beep, beep'.

Mm. But not in the tunnel.
No.

Uh...
I think the problem with the sign
might be the word 'unnecessarily'

at the end. It's a very
long word to try and...

...read when you're driving.
...to try and read when
you're driving like that.

Probably just that.

Or...
Could be more succinct.
Or that.

Yeah.
(WHISTLE TRILLS IN DISTANCE)
You know?

What was that?
What was that?
Did you hear that?

It wasn't a car horn.
(WHISTLE TRILLS)

What was that?
(MAN SCREAMS)
(MUMBLES INDISTINCTLY)

Minogue!
Huh?

Minogue!
Sorry, O'Leary!

('WELLINGTON PARANORMAL' THEME)

(EERIE ELECTRO MUSIC CONTINUES)

Looks like we've had
somebody else come off one
of these electric scooters.

Pretty common these days.
Are you OK? Sir, are you OK?

Yeah, I'm all right. I'm all right.
What happened?

Oh, guy came and knocked me over.
Yeah?

Someone knocked you off?
Yeah.
Can't see anybody else here, mate.

Looks like you just
fell off, did you?
No, a guy knocked me over.

Do you wanna―?
It was a cop.
Where is he?

A what?
It was a cop.

A cop, OK. Can you describe the cop?

Like, an old-fashioned sort of
a cop with a baton and, um...

He had a cape, and he's, like,
had smoke coming off him and stuff
and, like, a white beard.

Have you been drinking, sir?
No.

Why not?
Well, cos it's a Tuesday.

Are you sure you didn't just
trip over your shoelace?

Um, no. I think that would've come
undone when I had the accident.
In the crash.

Right.
So, did he come from behind or...

Um,...
...from in front?
...I think from in front, yeah,

cos that's how I managed
to see him, cos I was like,...
Yeah. Right, yep.

...'Yeah, there he― Oh, look, here
comes, like, an old-fashioned cop.'
Yep.

That's pretty cool, I mean―
And how much do, uhh...
how much does one of these cost?

Um, oh, I don't really wanna
tell you, but it's, you know, it's―

Roughly ― ballpark. Just a ballpark.
(WHISTLE TRILLS IN DISTANCE)
What's―?

Just a ballpark.
That's not got much to do
with what we're―

'Scuse me, sir, we haven't finished
with the report. We need some more
details ― like your name!

I mean, it looks pretty cool.
I mean, I've got mixed feelings
about it.

Why did he just go?
I mean, why's...?
I mean, it looks,...

(WHISTLE TRILLS IN DISTANCE)
You're obsessed with this scooter.
...well, fairly cool.

'Scuse me, sir, if you could
just stop right there.
You need to stop.

'Scuse me. Stop right there, mate.
Thank you. Stop, please! Stop.
Ugh!

(BOTH COUGH, RETCH)

(COUGHS) That felt awful.
What was that?

(RETCHES, COUGHS)
Oh, that felt horrible.

I knew that the tooting would
have a link to the spirit world.

You're saying we unleashed
some sort of entity

because people stopped tooting their
horns in the Mt Victoria Tunnel?
Correct. Now this entity is loose.

Well, uh, give me a description.
What kind of notes did you take?

We didn't get all
the details for that; um,

only that picture.
I've got an identikit
picture of him.

So this is the assailant?
No, no, no.
No, that's the witness.

Oh, OK. So...
Cos he's on his scooter.

I-I need a description
of the assailant.

We had, um, 'oldey-ti'―
'old-timey'. Old-timey.

All right.
Um...
Mm.

But he did also have a number
on his... on his cape thing
that said '681'.

But he looked like―
That's good. That's useful.
That's useful.

Yeah.

All right. That does look
like an old-fashioned cop.
Can I have a look?

That's what you saw?
But he had―
That is actually...

That is quite a good picture.
And he had smoke coming off him.
(SIGHS)

Do the smoke.

Anything else?
We've pretty much given you, uh...

Skanky. He was skanky.
What?
Skanky?

We― Who said that?

What does that say?

'Skofy'.

'Scory'.

Scary. He was scary.
(CELL PHONE RINGS)
Mm.

(PHONE UNLOCKS)
Good, that's useful.

Kia ora. Sergeant Maaka speaking.

Uh-huh.

OK, got it. Yep. OK, I'll
send my best guys. (SIGHS)

All right. There's been reports
of a commotion going down at
an apartment building in Mt Cook.

Uh, the witness is described
as pale and scary, a bit like
an old-fashioned policeman.

So, we're here at an apartment
building in Mt Cook.

Ironically, it used to
actually be the old police
station, a long time ago.

In our experience, when we knock
on a door at a place where there's
a ghost or some kind of possession,

very rarely does the ghost come
to the door and open it for you

and let you in and ask you what
the problem is, so we might have
to look at, uh, other alternatives.

I could probably fit through there.

(TENSE MUSIC)

Looks like the back
door's been left open.
(O'LEARY KNOCKS)

Hello. Police!
Shh, shh, shh!
What?

Someone might hear you.
We want them to hear us,
because we're the police.

Yeah, but you could be a bit
more subtle about it, you know?
Just, (SOFTLY) 'Police.'

(MIMICS) 'Police.'
That's not gonna work.
Mm.

So, the door is actually slightly
ajar here. It looks suspicious,
and no one's answering,

so we're gonna go in.
Absolutely. We wanna make sure
that, uh, everything's safe.

Hello, Wellington Police!
SOFTLY: Police.

(ELECTRICITY BUZZES, CRACKLES)

(DRAMATIC MUSIC)

I'm a little bit scared, O'Leary.
Where's the light switch?

Ah.
Here.

(SWITCH CLICKS)
Do it again.

(SWITCH CLICKS REPEATEDLY)
Is it on?
No light.

I don't like it.

Can you smell it?
WHISPERS: Oh!

Yes. What is that?

That's vile.
It's definitely supernatural.

Looks like a, uh,
student flat kitchen.

What is that? (GULPS)
That is horrible.
(GAGS)

(URGENT KNOCKING IN DISTANCE)
Let's go.

(DOOR CREAKS)
Hello?

Hello?
GIRL: Hi.

Can you please let us out?
Hello. Sorry. Um, yep.
Oh, look, we don't have a...

We don't have a key for this.
Are you with him?

This is a really strange extension.
Was this already in here, or have
you guys put this in here?

No, this isn't― This isn't ours.
No?
So it's not...

It's not normally part of this flat?
No. Hey, can we please get out?

Why were you locked up?
That old creepy cop guy just,
like, dragged me in here

and, like, locked us up.
OK. I'm sure it wasn't a member

of the Wellington police force,
but, yeah, carry on.
Yeah.

Well, I just thought it was,
like, an old guy ― you know,
like Dave's grandad or something,

cos he always pops over.
Who's Dave?
This is Dave.

Gidday, Dave.
Hi, Dave.
Anyway, he started, like,

pointing at my clothes and stuff
and calling me a 'dirty harlot'.

Like, do you know what it means?
Yeah, I've got the fear I do.
We do. It's... nothing.

I'm sure you're not one.
What do you mean by that?

Well, you might be. She might be.
I'm― Well, if you are, that's fine.

I don't even have an issue with it.
Is it, like, a bad thing, or―?

It depends on who you are.
Depends on―
Well, yeah. Well, it's not me.

It's not something we condone.
Look, it's not me. He dragged us,
he put us in here,

and now we're locked,
and I've got cramps, so I'd
really like to get out.

I feel uncomfortable.
You can get that looked at.
It's free for students.

It's― I don't have crabs;
I've got cramp in my foot.

Even if you do, it's fine.
Oh. Probably―
No, I don't have it.

We're not here to judge anyone.
I don't have it. I don't have crabs.
OK, fine. Great.

Is there anything else you can tell
us about him, any other information?
(EERIE RUSTLING)

SOFTLY: I think he's
behind us, Minogue.

Permission not to turn around?
Well, you don't need
my permission for that,

but we are gonna have
to look, I'm afraid.
Copy that.

(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC)

(SINISTER MUSIC)

Visiting hours

are over.

OK, look, you've illegally
detained these people. You're
gonna have to come with us.

Yeah, you're under arrest, sir.
Oh, aye?
Hey!

(CACKLES)
Hey, you can't touch
an officer like that!

Call yourselves coppers?
Those hats are absurd!

'Scuse me, now that's just
a personal attack, all right?
I think we look quite nice.

Don't fret, young laddie.
OK, I'm not fretting, and I'm not
a young laddie; I'm a policewoman.

(CACKLES)

A policewoman?!
Your comments are offensive, OK?
You're being really rude.

Listen, the pair of you.

I'm gonna put Wellington back
to the way it used to be.

(LAUGHS MENACINGLY)

(BOTH COUGH)

It's like some kind of
exhaust fume, you know?

Ugh!
Oh, it's like a lorry
drove through here.

Well, I mean, this is gonna
be harder than we thought.

Obviously, in policing, you've
gotta adapt to any situation,
and this is quite an unusual one.

Yeah, bit of an issue that he's
walking through walls as well.

Uh, don't know what we're gonna
do there, uh, but we'll have to
come up with a plan

at some point down the track.
Mm. Mm. I mean, obviously,
now our focus

is to help, uh, these young people
get out of the cell and then make
sure that they're feeling okay.

Huh. It's like a ghost cell.

But, yeah, obviously, uh,
the young people have been
freed from their cell,

so that's a good result for us.
Mm-hm.

We can further our investigation
into the, uh... the older gentleman.

See you guys.
Thanks. Thank you.

'You're not washing the dishes
properly. You leave, um,

'food on the fork.'
Did Adam say that?
I went into― Yeah.

Yeah. Yeah, yeah. Yeah.
My brother's always complaining that
I don't wash the forks properly.

Personal attacks.
That's a personal attack.

To me, if there's any
food left on the fork,

it's cos he hasn't dried it
properly and got that food off.

Now, that's on him.
The tea towel is a cleaning aid.
Absolutely, it is.

People who say that
it's not, I disagree.
Yeah, I completely disagree.

That's what it's there for.
I mean, we could get
personal, couldn't we,

if we were unprofessional?
That's right.

If we wanted to try and
pick holes in that guy,...

Exactly.
...I mean, how easy would that be?

'You stink like
exhaust fumes, mate.'

Completely unhealthy.
You know? Um...

'You look like you... you know,
you're wearing a cape.'

Yeah.
I mean, who is he? Red Hiding Hood?

What year is this? 1930?
Well―

It's not, and that's the
point, cos he's a ghost.

I'm taking this really personally.
Me too.

I mean, now it's personal.
Yeah. Before it was
impersonal, but now...

Well, now he's insulted our hats,
our ability to do our jobs...

So, you know what?
It's beyond personal.
Exactly.

Yeah. Well, what is beyond personal?
Well, this is.

This is the only thing I've ever
heard of that is beyond personal,
and it is beyond personal.

Yeah. I mean, what a cheek,
havin' a go at our hats.

He talked about our hats.
He talked about you...

...being a man.
...being a rubbish police officer.

I mean, let's go back to
the hats, though, for a minute.
Did you see his hat?

I did see his hat, and it―
And what did it look like?

Let's be honest ― bosom on a head.
Absolutely, it did.

God, I'm angry.
I'm livid.

You know what I am?
Yeah, he was belittling us.
Ropeable.

Eh? What's going on?
Absolutely ropeable.
We're ropeable, Sarge,

OK?
Uh, what happened?

We have been in a
very personal situation.
OK.

OK?
We've been insulted.
Insulted.

We've been belittled.
Belittled.

We've been made fun of.
We've been mocked.

I'm not overstating it, am I?
No, you are not. Absolutely not.
We are both―

'Course I'm not.
No.
Livid.

Livid.
Fuming.
Furious.

I'm sorry to hear this. Would you
like me to arrange you a counsellor?

Oh, nah. It's just
about the hats, really.
Just about the hats.

I'd feel silly talking
to a counsellor about hats.
All right, so―

She'd think I was totally blowing it
out of proportion, all proportion.
OK, so, how―?

Ridiculous. I'd be
laughed out of the room.

You been laughed at by a counsellor?
They're not allowed to laugh at you.
I know, but they do.

Happens to me all the time.
You should be furious!

I am. I-I am. I'm internalising it.
Do you wanna see the counsellor?

Yeah, you should go to the
counsellor, get it off your chest.
Well, I will.

You must be furious.
I am. Now that you're
suggesting it, I-I am,

but I've got something that might
take your mind off being so livid.

I've got a (MOUTHS) update.

Does this guy look familiar to you?

Yeah, that's the guy, Sarge.
Yeah, if it was a ghost
version of that guy.

In life, he was Constable
Bill Miller, Officer 681.

It says here that he died while on
traffic duty in Mt Victoria Tunnel

trying to issue tickets for tooting.
Must've been illegal back then.

Well, yes. So long ago that
he's past his use-by date now,
so we have to take him right down.

Put him in the bin.
Take him down where?

Out. Take him out. Take him down.
Take him out?

Yeah, I dunno if that's a good idea.
Are we allowed to―? We're
not allowed to do that.

No.
Are we?
Nah.

(CLEARS THROAT) OK, so...
Are you allowed to keep on
being a cop if you're dead?

Not―
Is that compulsory?
No, no, you don't. No.

Is it optional?
No.
It's not optional?

Well―
It's compulsory?
Well, once you're dead,

you're not employed any more,
because you're dead.
But he's still being a cop.

Uh, well... well, he's a ghost.
I think that's part of the issue.
Yeah.

Well, it is part of the issue,
so I'm wondering if I have to
also be a ghost cop.

No, you-you're perfectly fine alive.
I'm just saying that if you―

I know I'm fine alive,...
Yeah.

...but I'm wondering, when I die,
do I have to be a ghost cop?
I don't think so.

The life allows to move down.
Either way, if you are physically
not here on this world,

you are no longer employed by us.
That's the point.

What if you wanted to still do good
policing, even if you were dead?

The p― We're digressing here,
guys, actually. We're digressing.

(PAPER RUSTLES)
All right.

Bars have been closing down
all across downtown Wellington.

They all correlate with
his original beat at the area
disturbances have been reported,

so what I want you guys to do is
race down to the next bar in line,
which is this one right here.

The ghost cop is highly dangerous,

because he's been threatening
floggings and whippings to innocent
members of the public.

OK?
What's the difference between
flogging and whipping?

I imagine that flogging,
uh, involves a flog―
Imagine?

Whipping will be with the whip. Right?
Whipping - we know whip. We know whipping.

Yeah, but flogging's more
one of those cat-of-nine-tails.
So what do you flog someone with?

Cat-of-nine-tails?
There's more tails that
involved flogging.

What if he tries to flog or whip us?
Uh, I think you try to avoid that.

What I'm saying is, though, if
the two of you don't leave now,...
Mm?

...then I might just flog you.

(SINISTER MUSIC)

OK, so, I'm not actually going to;
I just want you to leave, please.

So, we're just outside the bar here,

basically on the lookout
for any unusual activity.

It's important we track this guy
down. Uh, not only is he a danger to
the public, but there's also a risk

that he could make the
Wellington Police look quite bad.
Mm.

These days, we're highly qualified,
and we've earnt the respect of our―

(BLEEP) you guys! (LAUGHS)
...of our, um...
of the local community.

Have a good night!

I mean, obviously, that was...
He disrespected you guys there,
and that's not OK,...

Yeah.
...um, but he was respectful
to us, and, you know...

Obviously, if he was facing
this way and he did that facing
this way, that would've been

disrespectful to us,...
But very unlikely
for that to happen.

...but he did it directly to
you guys ― right down the camera.

(PEOPLE CHATTER, ROCK MUSIC PLAYS)

It's a shame.
Stuffed my shoulder, eh?

What's that?
My shoulder's stuffed. I'm usually
heaps, heaps, heaps better.

But what―
My shoulder. Must be when
I shot myself with a Taser.

When did you shoot
yourself with a Taser?
When I was getting dressed.

At the gym, after I went for a swim.

People were freakin' out.
(POWER SWITCH THUDS, PEOPLE SCREAM)

It's just a power cut.
(EERIE RUSTLING)

I'm shutting down
this establishment...
Ah!

...for sly grogging!
Uh, can you use an
inside voice, sir?

Public houses must not be open

after 6pm!
No, that's not the law. It hasn't
been the law for quite some time.

(WHISTLE TRILLS, GLASS SHATTERS)
(GROANS)

(GASPS) Ah!

Sir, this is a no-smoking
establishment! Sir?

Follow me.
You should look up the stairs.
I'm going up the stairs.

Did you see where he went?
WOMAN: No.
Sir!

I mean, that was
completely excessive noise,
and now he's just gone.

O'Leary!
What?
He's out there.

(WHISTLE TRILLS)
Let's get our coats.

Get my hat?
Yep.

GHOST: Come back, young man!
(WHISTLE TRILLS)
'Scuse me! Sir!

You're under arrest for
harassing the public!

No. You're under arrest for
impersonating a policeman, madam.

No. No, you can't arrest us.

(CHUCKLES) Oh, yes, I can.

Truncheon. It's one of
the old-school ones, isn't it?
Yeah, I recognise it.

We've got the batons. See that?

That's 90 years of, uh, innovation.

See that?
Telescopic.

(BATON CLATTERS)
Extendable.

Sometimes it's hard
to put it back in.
Here, I'll do it.

Hang on.
You good?

See that?
Goes back in there ― easy.

Hey! 'Scuse me! What are you doing?
Ow!
I'll show you my baton.

Aargh!
Stop that!
O'Leary!

I'm not― I didn't― It wasn't me!

Aargh! No, stop it! That's assault!

Aargh!
What―?

Did he hit you again?
(COUGHS) It's repeated assault!

Ow!
He's getting you now.

He's making you look silly.
Yeah, well, look, one of us
needs to get him.

He's making you look― Aargh!

Aargh!
Aargh!

Aargh! Ow!
(COUGHS)

How d'you reckon that battle went?

Well, it wasn't really even, was it?
60-40?

(FOOTSTEPS APPROACH)
That's pushing it.
Mm.

O'Leary. Minogue.
Sarge.
Where'd he go?

He actually, um, went through
this wall. Uh, hence― That's why
we've got the tape up here.

Ah.
And we didn't need too much,
cos he's just no wider than that,

um, but, obviously,
we couldn't follow him.

All right.
I tried, but it didn't...

Well, I think
I know where he's going.

Now, he's to end his shift
at the Botanical Gardens. You guys
head off, and I'll meet you there.

OK.
OK.
I have a plan.

Cool.
OK.
What's the plan?

Tell you when I get there.
OK.

(CLEARS THROAT)

Um, Sergeant Maaka's asked us
to meet him here. He said he's
got a plan.

Unfortunately, his plan didn't
involve telling us where in the
Botanical Gardens he was gonna be,

so...
Come here, Minogue.
...big area to cover.

So, we've just completed
an extensive search of the,
uh, scary path.

There's absolutely no ghost cops,
so we're probably gonna make our way

back over to, uh,
those lights over there.

It wasn't entirely thorough, but...
No. Oh, well, I don't
really like ghosts.

I don't even like
eating cauliflower. It sort of
reminds me of ghost broccoli.

(WHISTLE TRILLS IN DISTANCE)
It's that whistle.

It's down here. No, no. Minogue,
the cable car! It'll be faster.
(TRILLING CONTINUES)

Pretty much any other way of
coming down the hill would've
been faster than this,

um, but we made the call, didn't we?
And now we've gotta live with it.
We did.

That's right. You know,
in hindsight, yeah,

this might not have been the best,
um, choice for pursuit vehicle,...
(THUDDING, CREAKING)

...but we, uh...
we're gonna stick with it.

Look. Is that flickering?
Yeah.

Something's going on in that
cable car. You can hardly see
through it. Can you see anything?

O'Leary!
What?

Why are the lights out, Nigel?
Why are the lights out?
It's him! I know it's him.

'Scuse me, sir! 'Scuse me, sir. Sir!
Sir?

We'll turn―
Ask the driver―

Oh, now it's going.
Get him, O'Leary! Get him!

You need to get off the cable car!
I've got questions

I need to ask you.
We'll change the direction, O'Leary!

I'm commandeering this
vehicle on behalf of the
New Zealand police force.

We need you to turn this round
right now and head back up the hill.

We're on a cable. We have to go
down, then come back up again.
Oh.

This young woman
probably wants to get home.
Yeah.

It's gonna be a bit of a wait.

You guys could just
cut that bit out, eh,

they make it seem why we're
here but we are fine.
Yeah, make it seem we're pushing.

(WHISTLE TRILLS IN DISTANCE)

Where's it coming from, Minogue?
(TRILLING CONTINUES)

That way.

...bag of dog do.
What are you doing?
Put away your ghost cuffs,

please, sir!
Yeah, OK, false imprisonment is
against the law in New Zealand ―

(SIGHS)
and for that matter, against the law
in most other countries, actually.

Well, well. If it isn't the woman
policeman and her shady sidekick.

As I've already said, the official
term is 'police officer',

and there's been female officers
in New Zealand since 1941.

We're an equal team.
Ha!
Correct.

I'm gonna put you two
back in your place.
OK, do you know what?

I completely disagree with you.
OK? I am a female police officer,
and I do a fine job.

And for your information,
I think Minogue's hat looks great,

and your hat, in fact,
looks like mammary-like.

Although it does offer more
protection, doesn't it, that one?

(BELL CLANGS)
Oi!

Is that your plan? That bell?
Yup. I've read up
on antiquated laws,

and right up to 1980,
malicious bell-ringing was
illegal in New Zealand!

Huh?
You can't do that! I'm arresting
you for malicious bell-ringing!

Ooh! I'm ringing this bell
maliciously! I'm doin' it!

(YELLS) Hey, guys! Think of some
laws that were illegal back in 1930!

Uh, I'm an advocate
for homosexual rights!

(CLANGING CONTINUES)
Oh! So loud! And so malicious!
You're...

So malicious!
You'll keep!
At this hour!

Aargh! Follow me in the car,
guys! This is the plan!

(GRUNTS, PANTS)
What's the plan?

Basically, what he's done
is said there was a plan

and then proceeded to leave without
telling us what the actual plan was.

It's very hard to, uh, follow a plan
when you don't know what a plan is.
Mm.

Um, we'll probably just go back
to the police vehicle now

and try and, uh, work out
what the plan is from there.

Um, shouldn't be too hard
to catch up with them.

Why is there that half-bag
of chippies in the car?

Well, you've spoiled
your birthday present.
What?

My birthday was two months ago.
And what do you mean half a bag
of chippies?

Well, I was gonna put them in a
bowl. You would never have known.

There they are.

(PANTS) Parkour!
Hey, Sarge, you didn't
tell us the plan!

Uh...

PANTS: Parkour!

Hey, ghost cop! What was
the speed limit in 1930?

GHOST:

We're gonna go 15!
What?

Going 15 now! 15.
(WHISTLE TRILLS)
PANTS: Parkour.

Marginally faster!

Probably shouldn't have raced ahead.
Why not?
Well, cos now we've lost him.

Yeah, but this is what happens when
you don't share a plan, isn't it?
I mean, he can't have got too far.

(BELL CLANGS IN DISTANCE)
That's him.

There he is.
(WHISTLE TRILLS IN DISTANCE)

Might need our assistance.
Looks like he's in trouble.

(HANDBRAKE GRINDS, COMPUTER BEEPS)
Suspect on foot.

Suspect on foot.
(CLANGING CONTINUES)

Come on, officer! (PANTS)

Sarge!
Hey, guys.

Sarge!
(WHISTLE TRILLS)

What's the plan, Sarge?
Change it!
Choose the what?

Change the sign!
Change the sign?
Change the sign!

(MAAKA GROANS, COUGHS)

Silly hat!

Aargh! (GROANS)

(PANTS)
(WHISTLE TRILLS)

Impersonating a police
officer! Stupid hats!
Quickly, Minogue! Minogue!

The malicious bell-ringer.
I have you!

PANTS: We're... We're...
What Sarge is trying to say is―

Wh-What are you trying to say?
We're really― We're cops! We're...

We're... We're all cops here. But...

But the thing is you can no longer
arrest people. You are not
a police officer anymore.

What d'you mean? I'm a copper.

It's what I've always wanted.
I understand, and we all
want the same thing.

OK, so, here's what's gonna happen.
Constable Miller,

I hereby place you
in charge of this tunnel.

Excellent. OK.
(CAR HORNS TOOT, WHISTLE TRILLS)

Ah, but... but you have to
do it invisibly and silently.

You cannot go distracting
drivers with your car-exhaust
1930s outfit, all right?

No whistle?
No whistle.

(POIGNANT MUSIC)

All right. Dismissed.

Thank you, Sarge.

(EERIE MUSIC)

Is he gonna disappear?
(WHISTLE TRILLS)

He's disappeared.
(TYRES SQUEAL)

(CRASH!)
OK.

So, we have removed the no-tooting
ban from the Mt Victoria Tunnel.

Uh, once again, the
Wellington Police have come up with
a perfect solution to the problem.

That's right ― by removing the
solution we had to another problem.
Mm. But that doesn't matter.

The fact that if we hadn't put that
sign up in the first place none of
this would've happened

is irrelevant. What matters is that
we've identified the problem.
Mm.

That we caused.
And, uh, we've caught
the menacing ghost.

Mm-hm.
Who was actually also
a police officer.

Yeah.
Yeah.

But not a very nice police officer.
No.

Job well done.
Good result.

(CAR HORNS TOOT)

(MISCHIEVOUS MUSIC)

Captions by Maeve Kelly.
Edited by Glenna Casalme.

Captions were made with
the support of NZ On Air.

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