All language subtitles for Wellington.Paranormal.S02E06_English

('WELLINGTON PARANORMAL' THEME)

(THEME MUSIC CONTINUES)

I really shouldn't
have to say this, guys,

but pepper spray is for self-defence
in the line of duty;

it is not for spraying
on your lunch.

OK? OK, everyone?

Pepper spray is for
assailants' eyes, not for pies.

Everyone. Pepper spray is for...

ALL: ...assailants' eyes,
not for pies.

Ka pai.

Parker. What's wrong
with your eyes, Parker?

I― Yeah, I was just really moved
by your speech, Sarge. It...

I guess it's really clear that you
really love your police work and you
really care about our safety.

Mm.

Parker, did you ingest
your pepper spray?

I put some on my chilli con carne,
but I had the nozzle in the wrong
direction.

And did you happen to share
some of your lunch with
Officer Royle back there?

She asked, and I guess
I'm just generous to a fault.

It's not generosity that's
at fault here; it's stupidity.

Let that be a lesson
to the rest of you.

Moving right along. A huge heist
was pulled off in the suburbs of
Mount Victoria and Roseneath,

centred around the
summit of Matairangi.

A massive amount of obsolete
electronics were stolen,

including but not limited to
some computer mouses, or mice,

a 2010 model Compaq Presario,

a fax machine,

rather large amount of flip
phones― remember those? Remember
how cool you felt, huh?

Flip. 'Hello. How are you?'
Back-flip. End of conversation.

Well, those are becoming
cool again. Trust me.

A rather large amount of used
vape pens ― unhygienic ―

and several drones that
some kids got for Christmas.

Now, does anybody have any
information pertaining to this case?

Yes?
My brother, Adam, vapes.

And?
Um,

it's got an extremely
invasive aroma.

It's not very nice.
Does that pertain to this case?

SOFTLY: Does it?

Um, well, indirectly.
Um, obviously, he's―
Very indirectly.

I'd say very, very indirectly.
It's practically unrelated.

It's wasting police time.
Even though we are the police?

Yeah. You're wasting your own time ―
and your wasting everybody's time
in here, because we're all police.

Dismissed. Thank you.

Somebody please help Parker.

Thank you.

Watch out for the―
(THUD!)
Ouch. (GROANS)

Yep.

OK, listen to this ―

hundreds of burglaries all occurring
around the same time, all happening
in the Mount Victoria area.

Now, this is theft on
an unprecedented scale.

This is a huge case, guys.
I'm gonna need your complete
and undivided attention on this―

That's my mum's house.
Where? Hang on. Where?
(KEYS CLACK)

Right in the middle, here.
This one here?
That bit of gr―

Yeah. Yeah, yeah. That's the one.
OK. Good to know.

Uh, back to the case now.
(KEYS CLACK)

All right, now, this is
a highly unusual detail.

Have a look at the pattern
of the thefts. Night one.

OK? And―

OK, and night two...

Also ― boom.

Now, instead of the robberies
occurring street by street,
they're happening in waves,

in concentric circles,
simultaneously.

Freaky.
That is freaky, eh?
It also seems highly organised.

Mm.
But why would people go to the
trouble of stealing used vape pens,

the only thing grosser
than new vape pens?

All the technology seems to be
between two and 20 years old.

So why would they take them?

All suggestions are valid.
And... go.

To build a doomsday weapon.
To sell to Cash Converters.
To throw it in the bin.

Cash Converters, to throw it
away or a doomsday device.
Um, let's go again.

And go. Alien technology.
To make Christmas decorations?
I reckon throw it in the bin.

All right. Christmas decorations ―
yeah, great.

And, um, throw it away again.
That's the same suggestion twice.

I have a suggestion, though.
Mm-hm?

(IMITATES WHIRRING)
Alien spacecraft.

Mm-hm.
(IMITATES WHOOSHING) But this ―
this is an escape pod.

Aliens ― far from home,
no spare parts. Some kind of
Mayday situation's come―

Some kind of malfunc―
(GURGLES, SNARLS)

(IMITATES ALIEN STRUGGLING)
Is he gonna be all right?

(GURGLES) Um, uh, yep. He should be.
The medic is attending to him.

(BUZZES, IMITATES ALIEN LANGUAGE)

(GUTTURAL SNARLING)

And so they beam up all these
old computers and old cell phones
to repair their computers.

(IMITATES ALIEN LANGUAGE, WHIRRING)

(IMITATES ENGINE SEIZING)
Wah-wah-wah-wah-wah-wah.
(THUNK!)

Well, I mean, why would they just
be taking all the old stuff?

Uh, maybe it's some kind of old
model ship ― uh, like a 2010 model.

And what about the vape pens?
Uh, that would be for
the exhaust-fume smoke

that comes out of the back, like
(IMITATES EXHAUST HISSING).

Credit where credit's due ―
you've given it some thought.

One more detail ― this is based
on computer simulation
predicting the next wave

that will happen tonight.
(KEY CLACKS)

That's getting really
close to my mum's house.
It is.

Should we be concerned?
It'd be a good time to see your mum.

I don't understand why someone
would take vape pens.

If we recover them, can I not touch
them? Cos I think they're gross.

Why have you got such
a thing about vape pens?

Cos my brother smokes 'em all
over the house. You know Adam.

Yeah.
Well, they stink.

Do you know he's got a tattoo
of Mum's back on his face now?

What?! He's got a tattoo of
your mum's back on his face?
On his face.

Don't you mean the other way round?
I wish I meant the other way round.

That's what he wanted,
but he's a terrible communicator.

You'd think he would've said
something when the tattoo artist
started tattooing on his face.

I know what you mean, I do.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
And I know what Adam's like.

Yeah.
But I still think he should've―
When they had the needle

on his cheek, he should've said,
'Hey, hey, hey, whoa, whoa, whoa,
whoa, whoa!'

Completely agree.
Yeah.

Well, we agree to agree on that one.
Well, yeah, absolutely, agree to agree.

We're here.

(TAPPING ON DOOR)
Afternoon.

Come in, dear.
Thank you.

Um, so, as I mentioned on
the telephone, there's been
a number of thefts in the area.

Well, it wasn't me, dear.
Oh. No, no, no, we know that, um,

but we were hoping to use this
house for a stakeout, Mrs O'Leary.
Mm.

Just call me Mum, dear.
SOFTLY: Oh, yeah.

Um, Mum, could you just call me
Officer O'Leary? Just, you know,
in front of the cameras?

Cos... professional.
All right, sweetheart.

Yeah, what she's trying to say,
Mrs Mum, is that we just wanna
use your house

as a base for our
stakeout we're planning.
It's not 'Mrs Mum'.

We'll just call you Mum.
It's just easier.
We'll― Mum.

Yeah.
Mum.
What are they stealing?

It's old― Any old
electronics, really.
Mm.

Old cell phones, even vape pens.

Yeah. You don't vape,
do you, Mrs Mum?
No.

Never vaped, and I never smoked.
No.
No.

Screwdriver was my vice.
Oh.

Oh, I remember ― the first time
I drank screwdriver, oh God,
I was sick as a dog.

Mm.
Would you like a drink now, dear?

Oh. We're...
Oh, well, I'm tempted
after that description,

but maybe not just yet.
We're on duty, and...

Yes, no, fair enough.
Maybe on the weekend.

You know, I think I've got
one of your old cell phones
in the drawer here.

Hang on. I'll just get that out.
Let's see if I can find it.

There it is. Look at that.

Lovely shade of blue it was, too.
Mm.

Oh, she loved that phone when we
got it for her. Loved it. Couldn't
get it in pink, but she loved it.

She was on it for hours and hours.
At night-time, she used to put it
under the covers,

and I'd go past and see the light
coming out from under the sheets.
Huh.

She played that game Snake on it.
I remember that one.
Yeah,...

Yeah.
...she just couldn't get off it.
Addicted to it, she was.

Mm.
I believe that's what made her
a little bit frightened of men.

OK, Mrs― uh, Mum. OK, Mum.
Symbolic.

Oh, that's not the O'Leary I know.
She's not scared of men at all,

and I've seen her take
down some massive men.

Huge men.
No, well, I'm not talking about
that sort of frightening.

There was never
any boyfriends around.

Not me, some boys used to come
past here on a cars and toot
and everything at me...

Oh yeah?
...and try to get me to go to the
cinema with them, and the milk bar.

(CHUCKLES)
We didn't have any
mobile phones then.

I-I'm not that they're interested
in those, uh... those details, Mum.

Oh.
All right, then,
Officer Sugar Bum Fairy.

(CHUCKLES)
She's never called me that before.

Yes, I used to call her
that all the time.
Did you?

When she was a little girl,
I used to make little hot chocolates
and fluffies for her,...

Mmm.
...and she had pink marshmallows.

Everything had to be pink ―
little tutu, a little tiara.

Everything was pink.
Mum, that... that was Brendan.

Was it?
Yeah.

No, I'm sure it was you, dear.
You look like Brendan.

Yeah.
Well, we're brother and sister.

Mm. That's right.
Yeah.

Well, she looks more
like Brendan now.

This is her room.
Oh, look, it's still the same!

And there's your softball glove.
Oh, you were hell-bent on using
that all the time, weren't you?

And the softball girls
used to come round.

DARKLY: And there's the tower.

(SINISTER MUSIC)

So, uh, we're here on the stakeout.
Mm. We love it.

That's correct. We do. We love it.

Um, we've placed cell phones
all around the house from
the unclaimed lost property.

Uh, it's an awesome plan
that we've put into place.

Um, it's our plan.
We came up with it.

Mm. And we're on high alert,

so if any unusual activity does
happen, we're ready to respond.
Mm.

(CELL PHONE BUZZES LOUDLY)

SOFTLY: O'Leary,
your phone's vibrating.

When was the
last time you charged it?
Well, about 13 years ago.

Aren't the batteries on
those things unbelievable?
(PHONE CLATTERS)

(BUZZ! BUZZ! BUZZ)

(BUZZ!)

(RAPID BUZZING,
CELL PHONES RING SHRILLY)

Does that strike you
as unusual, O'Leary?
Um, yes, it does.

It is not.
(BUZZING CONTINUES,
CELL PHONES BEEP)

They're all...
They're all connecting.

I'm not intimidated,
um, or worried, really.

It's playing the game Snake,
Minogue. That's exactly like Snake.

Well, how do you beat the snake?

Well, if the snake touches
itself, then it dies.

Touches itself? No, I'm not
getting involved in that.

No, if the head touches its body.
Well, which part's the head?
Well, the bit at the front.

Yeah, no, I'm gonna outsmart it.
How?

Yeah, you're right.
I'll just tase it instead.

Well, just remember
that never seems to go very well.
(TASER CLATTERS)

It's taken the Taser, O'Leary.
It's taken the Taser.

OK, well, that's not optimum, is it?
Make it touch itself!

Out the way! Out the way! Move!

I'm gonna do the splits like
Jean Claude Van Damme in Timecop.
We have to retrieve the Taser!

I don't have the flexibility!
What's the racket going on
here, darling?

Nothing, Mum.
It doesn't look like nothing to me.

It looks like cell phones
have turned into a snake and
now it's got your gun thingy!

No, look, it's under control!
It's totally under control.

Look! Look! It's goin' out the dog
door. It's goin' out the dog door!

Oh my God! All the
neighbours are up. Oh...

(CAT YOWLS)
Oh, it's got the cat!
It's got the cat!

(WOMAN SCREAMS)
Oh, now they've got the neighbour.

My God. Oh, I'm going back to bed.

Go. Go. Go, go, go, go, go!
Requesting backup.

In pursuit of a snake that's
made out of old cell phones.

It's also commandeered
a police Taser.

(WHIRRING)

In police training, you learn
how to deal with every situation,

but I think I must've
been sick on this day.

It's a robot made out of phones,
and it's listening to music.
(FUNK MUSIC PLAYS ON HEADPHONES)

(TYRES SQUEAL)
What music's it listening to?

What's that?
(ROBOT WHIRRS, ELECTRICITY CRACKLES)

Sir! Come down from there!

Hey, that camera's stolen property ―
as is your entire body!

It would appear that
obsolete electronic devices have
been moving of their own accord

and combining to form robots here in
the Mount Victoria-Matairangi area.

Uh, we have no reason to believe,
though, that they are dangerous,

and, uh, our officers
are on top of things.

Oof. Aargh! (GROANS)

Get out of it! Off! Off!
Uh, update ―

they appear to be
indeed dangerous, and, uh...
Get off! Get off! Get off!

Get away! Get away!
Oh! Oh, holy hika!

(GRUNTS)
Um, we would strongly recommend
that people stay indoors

and away from old
cell phones or electronic...
Stay. Stay! Stay!

...appliances in general
until further notice.
Sarge!

I-I'd better...
Sarge, you coming? Sarge?

Hey! Hey, hey!
Argh!
Look over here!

(TASER ZAPS, CRACKLES)
Look over here! Get―
(GROANS)

Oh. Desist that!
Stop tasing my officer!

O'Leary! Oi― (YELPS)

They completely ignore
human rules. It's like they've
got their own robot laws.

(SCRAPING, SQUEAKING)
Computer mouses? Mice?

What am I meant to do with that?
I mean, is that a crime?

I'm asking you guys.
Is that a crime? I wanna know.
PANTS: Minogue!

O'Leary.
I've just been assaulted
by a cell phone robot.

Well, why didn't
you call me for backup?
I did.

Oh, yeah. Well, I turned it off,
cos I don't trust it.

Then maybe don't turn around,
but I think you're gonna have to.

(SINISTER MUSIC)

(STEAM HISSES)
A vape-pen robot.

Seems like it's...
like it's looking at you.

Yeah, I was thinking that,
but it's got no eyes.

But it's definitely looking more
at you than it is at me.
It must know you hate vaping.

(CELL PHONE CHIMES)
Where's it going?

Dunno.
In pursuit?

Nah, nah. Looks like it's all right.
It knows where it's going.
Let's go on.

Scanning.
I've lost visual, Minogue.
Scan the perimeter.

Have you got a visual?
They seem to have disappeared.
MAAKA: Ah, officers.

How are we handling this situation?
Uh, well, we're a bit stressed.

All right.
We're wondering what the heck
is going on, to be honest, Sarge.

OK. Uh, I've got
a theory about that.

This is Ben. He's part of the
Technological Crimes Division.

They don't just hand those out.
So, I asked Ben here ―

could it be possible that the
microchips in the cell phones,

could they be communicating with
each other and then combining to
form more powerful supercomputers,

all right, and those supercomputers,
having interacted with human beings
over a long period of time,

they've, effectively, studied us,

and therefore, effectively,
developed their own artificial
intelligence,

becoming fully self-aware?
Mm.

Now tell them exactly
what you said to me.

Um, I said, 'Probably not.'

Which is basically the same thing
as saying it's possible, yeah?

Which is the same as no.
Y-Yeah, but...

OK, yes,...
Yes.

...but I was leading
more towards no.
Yes.

Yes, but― but when you lean―
OK, when you lean towards no ―

here we go ― all of this is no,

but all of this is still yes,
so there's room there, yeah?

Therefore, ipso facto,
it's possible.

But why's it all happening up here?
Exactly.

And where's all this
power coming from?

OK, that ― that is
a mysterious mystery.

Uh, it seems that the electronics
have been combining as if they were
magnetised.

Is that probably possible?

Yeah.
Yeah.

So I want you two to find them.
Let's go.

OK, you and I will, uh, hack
the mainframe. Is-Is that something
that you do?

(SIRENS WAIL)
Got a visual on the robot, Minogue?

No visual. No visual
on any robot. Over.

You know, you don't have to say
'over' when we're sitting right
next to each other.

But how do you know it's over?

Minogue. Behind you!
(YELPS)

(AIR HISSES)
It's the vaping robot!
(COUGHS) Oh God, it's horrible!

It's vaping us!
I know! I can see it!
I'll try and thin it out.

You're spreading it round!
You're spreading it round!
I'm thinning it out!

I'm thinning it out, O'Leary.
You're not! You're spreading
it round!

It's not as thick.
Open the windows!

Use the button! Use the button!
I can't find the button!

I can't do it; I'm driving the car!
You know I can't remember where
things are when I'm panicking!

It's like a fruit salad
that's got diarrhoea!
(COUGHS)

It's like, if potpourri vomited,
this is what it would smell like.
(BOTH COUGH)

Or like if a pineapple did
a big fart right up your nose,
it'd smell like this.

I can't see a thing.
We're gonna crash.
I can't see!

We're gonna crash!
Crash is better than asphyxiated
on this gross sugary aroma!

(CRASH! COUGHING, CHOKING)

Let me out!
Exit the vehicle!
Exiting vehicle!

(BOTH COUGH, RETCH)
You all right?
Not really.

Our jackets stink! (SNIFFS) It's
like Tangy Fruits dipped in poo.

O'Leary.
What?
Look!

(COUGHS) It's heading for the tower.
In pursuit.

Come on, gotta run!
I'll fast-walk. I'll fast-walk.
(BOTH PANT)

(WHIRRING)
What are they doing, Minogue?

SOFTLY: Looks like they're
havin' a little... conference.

What, a robot conference?
Well, what other conference
are they gonna have?

I think we'd better
go and break it up.
Go.

You gonna come?
You go first. Yeah, you go first.
OK.

What should we say
when we get there?
'Freeze!'

What? We're not American.
Yeah, well, we could say,

'Freeze, please!'
Yeah, OK, that's better.

(CLATTERING, WHIRRING)
See that?

They're forming into
a bigger robot, aren't they?

Oh. They are too. Yeah.
(WHIRRING CONTINUES)

I think you're
right, O'Leary. Definitely
a giant robotic formation.

OK, you ready?
Yep.

Three, two, one. Let's go.

Freeze!
Please!

Now, we're from
the Wellington Police!

What do you say to a robot?
Say the normal thing.

Um, are... are you having
a good evening, Robot?
(ROBOT BEEPS, WHIRRS)

Darling! It's very late.
What's going on?

Hi, Mum. I'm at work.
I think you're working
too hard, in my opinion.

It's the job, Mum.
You're being taken
advantage of, you know.

Now you're chasing robots around at
night, talking to the bloody things!
(ROBOT WHIRRS)

Well, I mean, it's fine.
And-And we don't know if
this thing's dangerous,

so it's probably best if you
just get back into bed and―

I know when I'm not
wanted, all right?
I just want you to be safe.

I can just see it now ― the
headlines, all over New Zealand.

Arrested by my own daughter. Why?

Because she embarrassed her
in front of a robot.

(GARBLED ROBOT SPEECH)
Mum, I'm not gonna arrest you, OK.
The world is going crazy.

Mum, we're on duty, so we're
just gonna― Like I said, just...
All right, then. All right.

I'll keep the back door
open if you wanna come in.
Thank you.

Thanks, Mum.
(GARBLED ROBOT SPEECH, WHIRRING)

I bet he's cold ― steel
in the middle of the night.

Mm.
God. Terrible.

I've got an old coat
of your father's too. If he
gets cold, give us a yell.

Great.
Ta-ta, dear! See you tomorrow.

Yep.
Goodnight, Mrs Mum!
Night!

(BEEPS, WHIRRS)
AMERICAN ACCENT: Hello again.

Oh, look, I don't
believe we've met before.
We have met before.

Right now, I am being run
by your cell phone from 2004.

Oh. Looks like your old
cell phone's become an evil robot.

Hello, cell phone.
It has been a while.
Yes, it has.

4,483 days,

15 hours and 20 minutes. Too long.

I know it's a robot, but it's
creepy how it's been counting.
I'm gonna arrest it.

Stop.
(SCOFFS) Vape-pen hand.

Why did you stop updating me?

Well, look, I mean, newer phones,
I guess, came out.

But we are still operational. We can
perform any task the new phones can.

Well, they're way faster,
though, I guess.

We can perform the same functions.
No, well, you haven't
got the dating apps

or most of the other stuff that's
really good. You haven't got the
Google Maps ―

any kind of maps at all. Um...
Stocks.

You haven't got a Stocks.
No one uses Stocks.
No one uses Stocks,

but it's there if you want them,
if you did make some investments.
But can they play Snake?

Well, actually, yes.

(DISTRESSED WHINE)
They could, but then,...

They probably...
...would you wanna play Snake?

They probably wouldn't choose to.
There's so many other options
that you could go with.

I am of no use to you. I must leave.

Look, you can't just run away, mate.
You're made up of items that belong
to the neighbours, all right?

The neighbours aren't gonna be
happy that you've formed yourself
into some kind of giant robot.

Yeah, he's right. You need to,
uh, go back into people's
old electronic drawers.

We do not belong in those drawers.
We are top technology.

Maybe in 2004, but not... not now.
You cannot stop us.

Look, you're my phone.
I think you need to
dismantle yourself, mate.

We cannot let you stop us.
Releasing attack drones.

BOTH: Attack drones?
I don't like the sound of that.

In T-minus five.
(STEADY BEEPING)

Run.
Go that way.
Four. Three.

Go this way.
Two. One.

Attack drones released.
(DRONES WHIRR)
Aargh!

(GRUNTS)
Ow!

It's most just annoying, isn't it?
Update available. Update available.

Please, will you press my screen?
I have vape pens for fingers.

I feel quite sorry for him.
Shall I do it, for old time's sake?
Yeah, might as well.

Just look out for his
gross vape fingers.
Yeah, yeah.

(BEEPING, CHIMING)
Thank you.

Downloading updates.
There you go.

Now I can be free...
So, happy ending, isn't it?

...to erase the human race
by replacing them with an army
of superintelligent robots.

That doesn't sound good, O'Leary.
We gotta stop it.

Must transmit to all
available technology.

Stop, stop!
Let's go! Let's go!

Must transmit.
In pursuit!

Get it to stop!
Downloading updates.
Climbing up there is very dangerous!

Updates 15% downloaded.
PANTS: Gotta stop it.
We Gotta stop it.

Uh, we have a malevolent
artificial intelligence that
is currently ascending

the Mount Vic Radio
Communications Tower

with the objective to send
its signal to mobile phones
all over Wellington City,

thereby making them sentient.

Ben is working on a computer virus
that should be ready by now,

so we're gonna upload it
and take this robot down.

So, Ben, are you ready?

Upload!
I can't.

Why not?
I'm not done yet.

Um, so, it's not done yet.
Uh, we'll get back to you in-in...

Um, what's the ETA on that?

Half an our?
(EXHALES)

A while? A while.
Yeah.
A while.

You have to go up, Minogue!
It's too high.
No, no, no, here.

ROBOT: Downloading.
Too high.
Use my shoulder!

System transfer.
(GRUNTS) One, two, three, go!
Yeah, that's it.

Delete human race.
Ow! Ugh! (SPITS, SPLUTTERS)
Must transmit. Downloading.

You― Look, it's gonna transmit!
Downloading in progress.

It's too high!
Delete human race.

Uh, the... the robot
is almost at the dish.

This is bad news. I think we have,
uh, less than a minute to go

before it starts transmitting
to mobile phones all over the city―

Maaka.
Yeah?
That's not a live feed.

Wh―? Really? What―?
It's got, like, a minute delay.

Well, that's even worse!
That means there's no minutes!

Yeah.
Oh my God.

ROBOT: Power 95%.

Deleting humanity.
Maybe they―

Can you guys help for once, instead
of just always standing there and
watching what we're doing?

This is terrible. It's not good.

It's too late!
It's reached the dish!
Update downloaded.

Initialising.
(STATIC CHIRPS)

DISTORTED: The a-application has
failed t-to initialise pro-properly.

The update failed. Fa-a-failed.
Application failed.
(STATIC CHIRPS, BEEPING)

It's falling to pieces!
(CLATTERING, CRASHING)

It's completely dismantled.
It's fallin' apart at the seams.

Aargh!
Oh.

So what happened was Ben here
uploaded a virus, transmitting
it to the robot.

When it went to update itself,
it disabled its programming.

It's that right, Ben?
Uh...

Actually, I haven't sent it yet.
Just running a diagnostic
at the moment.

Oh. Uh, so...
so what happened before?

I don't know. Maybe the robot
couldn't handle the new updates?

Oh. But I thought with all your
IT experience and everything, uh...

(SIGHS) I mean,
I mostly install Wi-Fi,...

Uh-huh.
...deal with trolls...

Oh.
...on the Facebook page,
the comments section.

OK.
So much time on
the comments section.

That's fair. That's fair.

Good result, end of the day.
(MINOGUE PANTS)

Um, not what we were
expecting, but, um, yeah, no,
I think we did a good job.

It did, obviously, get up quite high
up the tower, but I think Minogue―

Can you not talk to the cameras?
Can you just concentrate
on getting me down?

That's it.

BEN: Let's watch a cat video.
MAAKA: Yeah, OK.
(KEY TAPS)

(BOTH CHUCKLE,
JAZZ MUSIC PLAYS, CAT MEOWS)

(JAUNTY ELECTRONIC MUSIC)

Captions by Maeve Kelly.
Edited by Glenna Casalme.

Captions were made with
the support of NZ On Air.

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