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June.

We have broken our warring!

We have broken our warring!

This is a very, very cool!

Now it's time for chamber music from the New Zealand Symphony Orchestra

You're so groovy, girl.

Just like a movie girl.

You fill up my world.

But I can move you, girl.

Who needs luck?

We'll be late.

Richard Davis.

Help me here.

I've got a hole on page 10 where there's supposed to be 200 words on the Piano

Accordion Society's big concert.

I sent someone to cover it. I know.

Our music editor.

It was indescribable.

You've got until 10 o'clock to describe it or you're gone by lunchtime. You've

dropped the ball once too often, Davis. Christ.

Richard.

Hey, fellas. What did you think of the song? Loved it. You've done a hell of a

job. So, do you think I'm glad?

Just leave it to me.

I'll get you boys on the radio.

You've been listening to the delightful sound of the beer, Lynn.

Now it's time for a half hour of chamber music, followed by this week's cooking

program on 1ZB.

Mr.

Davis.

The Government Broadcasting Corporation does not and will not play fringe music.

Fringe?

You mean rock and roll?

For God's sake, it's 1965.

All you play is music by dead people.

Or people who sound like they're dead.

Well, you are entitled to express your opinion, just as the New Zealand

Broadcasting Corporation is free to play whatever music it deems appropriate.

You mean Soviet state bloody radio, more like it.

We've moved the programming here.

Minister. Please, don't let me interrupt.

Not at all, Minister.

Mr Davis.

Was that Jim Willis, the Minister of Broadcasting?

Yes.

What? No, no, no. You can't just... Excuse me.

Richard Davis, Minister.

Music promoter. Trying to get some bands on the radio.

Bands? Brass bands? Rock bands.

I'm sorry, he's not with the corporation, sir. There is a huge

audience out there that the NZBC isn't catering for.

It's good to hear voters' concerns.

This gentleman will assist you.

What the hell was that about? I'm so sorry, sir.

Typewriter.

You don't need a typewriter, Davis. Clear your desk. You've missed your last

deadline.

For one late article about piano accordions, here's a... Prick?

I'm in prick number two at the Broadcasting Corporation.

Shafted twice in a day.

Want to go for three in a row?

You gotta chase that drone.

Cheesy.

You

mean

the boat?

Stiff from the Broadcasting Corporation had said yes to you today.

How much rock and roll do you think they'd be playing a year from now?

Half an hour after midnight?

You know what you're saying?

Only what you and Morrie have been talking about ever since I met you.

Well, it'll mean no money for a while. We might have to sell the caravan.

I'll take some extra hours at the office.

Morrie's still up for this, isn't he?

Yeah, a little sod.

Murray!

G'day!

Pass us up that crescent, would you?

To yourself.

I'm doing it, Murray.

Told the boss to stick the job.

If I hear one more Vera Lynn song, I'll go crazy.

You want to have kids?

One day.

Well, I wouldn't stand in front of that thing.

Microwave radiation.

Shit!

Rock solid, these radio masts.

Of course, being attached to land helps.

So, you got a boat?

Your mate.

I'd love to help you stick it to those bureaucratic nitwits.

That's why I'm getting out of shipping.

Too much government red tape coming out my ass.

But money talks.

And cash up front isn't exactly your guy's strongest point, per se.

What we're offering you, Frank, is the chance to be a shareholder in the

company. And on the ground floor.

Better than cash.

Nothing's better than cash, mate.

That's a car and shares, you reckon?

Yep.

She's a beauty.

I'll tell you what.

Come back Thursday.

There's a coastal trader, 90-footer. Lean around, but she's in good nick.

Great.

Here we can count on you, Frank.

You're bloody lucky to have this fella fix anything.

So there's a bit to fix on this boat, then?

Nothing you boys can't handle.

I love the colour.

Of course, the boat's no good without a transmitter.

I think I found one.

Well, that's good.

Is Alex up with the state of play?

Welcome. Welcome to the Fifth Form Social.

Now, remember that for the waltz, the boys may take the girls firmly, but...

gently by the waist and the hand and at all other times boys and girls must

remain at least 18 inches apart.

Ready please Mr Music.

He does it for the love of music, and that's what I respect about him.

How's life at the ad agency?

Oh, the pay's good.

But they treat you like crap to make up for it.

How'd you like to sell commercials on a station you'd actually like to listen

to? I've heard this before.

Have you got a boat?

Have I got a boat?

Got a transmitter?

Yep. Got one of them.

Heard that before, too.

For about three bloody years.

No, really. I've got a good lead on one.

DJs? Well fellas lined up already Sick of playing the same old pensioner music.

We'll just do things up play rock and roll Where'd you stick these up?

Why the urinals at broadcasting house?

You're bloody shameless So where are these auditions

then?

Broadcasting house of course

Okay, Jets.

Quick as you can, fellas.

Okay,

Rufus.

This is your shot at making music history.

Okay? Radio How Racky.

New kind of music station.

Let's hear what you've got.

Good evening, listeners.

You are listening to Rufus on Radio Hauraki. I've just got to stop you

there. Yes.

Can you try it again just a bit... a bit smoother, maybe?

Just loosen it up a bit.

Yes, shaking it out.

We're going for a younger feel from the top.

Good evening.

Uh, you are listening to Rufus on Radio Hauraki, supplying all your rock and

roll needs.

Yes, I think that was it.

Uh, Dez.

Dez.

Yeah, man. Yeah, I'm here.

This is your shot at making... Guys, you guys are out of sight!

You want to try the script?

Try the script.

Radio Hauraki.

Radio hierarchy broadcasting live.

Can you feel it?

Shit, it's not a funeral.

You guys got to practice. Loosen your mouths up or you're dying there. Is that

right?

And who the hell are you?

Someone who's going to be heard all over Auckland.

That's who.

I think you feel a bit, mate. Don't worry.

If you're good enough, you can join me.

Okay.

Next.

Hey, mate.

You dropped your ting.

So how much are you paying?

Do we get a clothing allowance?

It's a quarter to midnight on Radio Hauraki.

Turn up the volume and let the neighbours listen too. It's the Rolling

Stones getting their kicks on Route 66.

Okay, uh, Wayne, let's hear what you've got.

So,

how much did you love that?

Wasn't bad.

Be here 10 o'clock tomorrow.

So this is where the radio station is, is it?

will be revealed.

Lucky last.

And you are?

P-p-p-p-p-p-p-p-p-p-p- Paul.

Give him a go.

Could you give us a level?

One.

Yeah, and your own time.

Radio Hauraki.

Playing today's music today.

If you're hungry, get on down to Fang's Burgers. They've got prime beef burgers

for 60 cents and they'll throw in the beetroot for free.

I can smell that sizzle from here.

It's great.

Well, this is it.

You ready to make music history?

What? And here, you can't. He knows he can't. You need a broadcast license.

And we're not giving them out. Yeah, government's got a monopoly.

Unless there's a way around these anti-competitive bastards.

There is.

This.

See, fellas, where we're going, we don't need a bloody license.

Radio without a license.

Isn't that... Illegal.

Thanks for flying Radio Hauraki Air.

Let me tell you a bit more about the other Radio Hauraki directors.

Morrie.

Sort of techie who can make a radio go better by just standing next to it.

Trust him like a brother.

Don't think he's your standard techie. He loves his music just like the rest of

us.

Alex here.

The top junior advertising exec in town and the manager of his own music

company.

He'll handle the sales side.

And I'm the crazy bastard who's wanted to do this forever.

It's just like you, boys.

I want to hear some real music on the radio.

Something that rocks.

So get in.

Buckle up.

Rock and roll, baby.

Okay, lofty.

Take a good look, fellas.

Sparkling blue waters of the Hauraki Gulf.

New Zealand is over there.

And that's New Zealand, too.

Auckland City's 20 miles back that way, but right here, we're more than three

miles from land in any direction.

The triangle of international water.

Which means New Zealand law doesn't apply here. We can do anything we want.

Chip Murray and I could get married.

Steady.

Excuse me, Mr Willis.

The Prime Minister will see you now.

Jim, have a seat. Horse racing, chamber music, and recipes. A station that

plays what you've always wanted to hear, but never hear on the radio, because

this government's got radio by the throat.

Well, now, we have got a chance to change all that, to make some rock and

roll history.

What's this?

It's a direct challenge to the authority of this government.

That's what it is.

Longhead beatniks and agitators trying to take over the airwaves.

And it's on your watch.

My people are looking into it, sir.

A radio station on a boat?

A ship?

State of the art.

So what are we supposed to do? Two DJs on the ship at any one time working

ships. Two weeks on, then swap out with the other two.

But it's not always this car. That's right.

She can cut her broth in a southerly. So, we record the music on reel-to-reel

tapes back on land. Stops the needle jumping. We bring the tapes out here by

launch once a week.

Too bad if we chunder. So long as the music is as smooth as your mum's bum.

Even got our frequency sorted out.

1480.

Top of the dial.

Sounds good to me, boys.

I always wanted to be a pirate.

You're Minister of Broadcasting and Minister of Marine.

It's been reported as a radio station on a boat.

You should be all over this codswallop. Well, of course I... It's election year.

We can't afford to be seen pandering and pissing about with these activists.

People expect strong government, Jim.

Take care of these upstarts.

Why do I have to read about this in a newspaper?

Sorry, Minister.

It's completely out of the blue.

Who is he?

The ringleader is Richard Davis.

He's just a radical with a crazy idea. He doesn't have any resources.

Jesus! So your coal desk stays at the art?

It needs a coat of paint, but that's good, solid British engineering.

Fuck.

Yep, five fucks is about right.

I thought you said it was seaworthy. She will be.

By the time you've fixed her up.

Not quite the royal yacht, is she?

Is this the only one you've got?

For five to six months.

Can't wait that long.

Can we get this seaworthy?

A lot of it's labour.

Oh, we've got that.

She'll need the hull strengthened.

A new rudder.

Pile of new parts for the engine.

Steel reinforcing for the transmitter mast.

And a generator of course.

Maybe we can cut some corners.

Call in some favours.

Well there's a bit of work here.

A bit?

Are we looking at the same boat?

I'll be honest, it's more work than I thought, but Morrie says we can get this

boat seaworthy. Whatever Morrie's smoking, I want some of it.

You know, right now the Americans are building a rocket that can fly at 20

times the speed of sound.

Put two men on the moon and bring them home again.

They're doing it because they believe in it.

But we've got something here we can believe in too.

And I reckon if they can pull that off, we can scrape some rust off this boat,

sail it out to sea, and play some shit-hot rock and roll.

What do you say, boys? Yeah, shit-hot rock and roll. I'm with you, with or

without the weed.

Two weeks to the exhibition.

You know the feeling when you can see that big break, but you're sure you're

going to screw it all up?

No, I don't know that feeling.

Aren't we feeling a little confident?

I know it's not until next week, but... Happy anniversary, sweetheart.

Honey.

Is paying for all that going to be a problem?

No, we'll have money rolling in from advertisers any day now. That's why

we've got Alex out there selling.

Oh, I nearly forgot.

The, uh, keys to your new triumph.

Remember, let's be as professional as possible.

Prepared? Don't worry about me.

I'm ready to blow the roof off.

Let's hope we can secure that 7,000 then. I'd settle for six.

Let's just put on a good show.

Radio Hauraki for 10 o'clock.

Certainly. Just take a seat.

Hi there.

I'm Nick.

So, the golden boy from my biggest competition quits his job for a radio

station that doesn't exist and comes to me to buy advertising on it.

You fellas are pulling my tit, right?

Give us 30 seconds.

If you think we're wasting your time, you'll never hear from us again.

Or we could just leave now.

No harm listening now that you're here. Not you, Clive.

the target audience.

Unlike others, Radio Hauraki won't bore you to sleep.

We're on air to have fun and spin the hits no one else plays.

And we don't talk with a silly English stiff upper lip.

So join the good guys on Radio Hierarchy. You've already listened to

enough dull, lifeless radio to last a lifetime.

All right. All right. Back to work. Chop, chop.

I've possibly got half a dozen clients who might Be interested.

Tell you what.

Book me for $12,000.

$12,000?

Yeah. More to follow. If it takes off.

Well, that sounds fair.

Well, down to tic-tacs.

Our terms are payment in advance.

Well, they may be your terms, but they're not mine.

Invoice me the day the boat is on the air.

Played them like a piano.

I've got the receptionist number two.

Sorry, I thought I could get him to pay on the phone.

We'll be back.

Too bloody right.

This place stinks of money.

I'm sure the job description said, sit behind a microphone with thousands of

beautiful women hanging on your every word.

The pay packet'll do me.

Got something for you boys?

We're pretty strapped for cash, but there's a cheque here for everyone.

However, there's possibly not entirely enough money in the company bank

account. What sort of cock-eyed organisation is this?

The sort where some of you can get paid.

You ready?

Nick!

Yes! You sweet thing.

See you, boys.

Gentlemen. Richard Davis from Radio Hauraki. Ah, yes, the transmitter. This

way. I do believe I can help.

You sure can, mate. These things are as rare as hen's teeth.

I'm not electrically minded. More your classic parts collector.

And then this turned up.

Voila! The transmitter.

Ah.

Yes.

Not the right...

sort of transmitter?

It's more of a 1930s printing press.

It's truth, is it?

Now that music great song Shit, even Elvis is struggling to keep up

with that. Oh, thanks, man. Someone here and we can record it. Oh, not long.

Soon as the Terry's finished.

Is there anything we can help you guys with? You betcha. We can use as many

hands as we can find.

Oh, okay. What time do you want us?

Seven o'clock.

See you then.

See you, boys.

Of course, if we can't find a transmitter soon, there won't be much

point working on the boat.

Popular though, this band of yours.

Got all sorts of fans.

Great.

Mr. Davis?

Yeah? The Minister of Broadcasting, Jim Willis, would like a word.

Mr. Davis.

Jim Willis.

We've met at Broadcasting House.

Of course.

You've been in the news since then. A radio station on a boat.

So, have you got yourself a radio transmitter?

You'll need one of those, I'd imagine.

Since owning a transmitter is illegal, and you are the Broadcasting Minister,

my answer would have to be a resounding no.

You're challenging the authority of the New Zealand government, of which I'm a

Crown Minister.

Well, then save yourself a headache and license us so we don't have to put to

sea.

It's not that simple, I'm afraid.

The New Zealand Broadcasting Corporation caters adequately for the public's

appetite for radio.

Well, in that case, I'll be sending you a postcard from International Waters.

From Mount Eden Prison, more like it.

I know you've been using Broadcasting House for recordings.

Next time, you'll be charged with breaking and entering.

I thought it was paid.

It's not.

I don't.

What?

No, I don't want to know.

Ask him.

You're a month behind.

Sorry, that's all I've got.

Sweetie, I'll get that sorted next week. What about the car registration?

Have I got the money for that?

You can drive without a registration.

Just don't get caught.

I am chased for money in the middle of the street and you are telling me to

drive the car illegally.

Have you had a good look at this place lately?

Where is all that advertising money you said would be pouring in?

I thought you would be in proper offices by now.

We've got it.

Got what?

Money from advertisers.

Came in yesterday.

Really? Yes, really. I'm just trying to be careful, okay?

Hold the purse strings tight. I'm responsible for a lot of people, Judy,

and it doesn't help to have you second-guessing me like this. Why didn't

you tell me that earlier?

Because I've been busy organising things.

Well, that's great news.

Really, it's great.

But tell me next time, okay?

So I'm not left in the dark.

You've got to be joking.

What the hell was that?

And I got it for a good price.

I'm not bloody surprised.

Hey!

You missed a bit.

It'd be better if you picked up a paintbrush.

Can't. I've got to go and meet Lisa's parents.

Parents? My arse.

What's his bedroom all like?

Hey fellas.

Looking good.

Very bright.

How's it going?

Pretty good.

Plenty of hard yakka going in.

Apart from that skirt chaser.

It's the parts we need.

What exactly?

Mooring cable, fuel tank, 100 foot radio mast.

Got to pay for a heavy lift platform to get that mooring slab out there too.

Shit boy.

And that small matter of the transmitter of course.

You've got that sorted eh?

Hey. We'll get there.

Hey, Frank.

Paint those walls white, will you?

Can't all be yellow.

OK, try that.

Ah, shite.

What size bulb did you use? 100.

No, I said 60 watts maximum.

If we blow a fuse at sea, we'll lose a thousand listeners every five seconds

we're off the air.

It's the second rate.

Oh, really?

Well, so's what we're being paid.

Boys!

Come on, pull it together. We've got a job to do, not scrap with each other.

Aye, aye, boss.

You're right.

Is it true they've discovered we're using Broadcasting House?

Yeah.

I've still got hours of programming to record.

Don't worry about it. I'm working on it.

Oh, Richard.

I didn't want to say anything before, you know, not in front of the other

boys.

My wife, she just lost her job at the factory.

She also fell pregnant.

It's just, I don't know if I can do this anymore.

No, no, no, I'm not after a handout, mate. Just hang in there a bit longer.

It will get easier, I promise.

Thanks. See?

We're getting there.

Round up the boys.

I just wanted to say thanks to all of you for sticking with me up to now.

I know we've been able to pay you, well, bugger all.

Well, that's about to change.

I'm arranging for some funding to put you on decent wages and get us some

proper offices. Some decent recording equipment.

Better than that clunky old gear at the corporation.

That's more like it.

Where is this funding coming from, then?

You just leave it to me.

Here is the booking fee.

20%?

Isn't that the penalty interest rate?

No, the penalty interest rate is 30%.

And these are all your assets.

Excellent.

If you could just sign here.

We'll go.

Gotta be this time.

Either that or another printing press.

What's the password?

The eagle flies at midnight.

Gotta be careful.

They're snooping around already.

Who is?

Two fellas in grey suits.

In a Vauxhall.

Well, when was this?

Yesterday. Here.

US Navy.

World War II.

They used it to talk to their submarines.

Any good for what you boys are up to?

You beautiful, beautiful man.

All right, steady on.

Good then, eh?

It's enough for a warrant, sir. We can confiscate the transmitter and stop them

dead in their tracks.

Wait until Davis comes back for it and then have him arrested.

That'll make a nice headline.

Oh, and Davis's crowd have also applied for a two-way radio license to

communicate between the boat and their office.

Oh, of course. I'll see that it's refused.

And set up a meeting with the chief marine inspector.

Yes, sir.

You're going to love this.

They refused us a two-way radio licence, so meet Roberta, our ship-to-shore

radio.

Jesus! Don't curse.

That's 100% thoroughbred homing pigeon.

What's he doing here?

It's by order of the Marine Department.

You're a week early. We've still got work to complete.

If I can't inspect today, then it'll be a month before I can come back.

Right.

She's all yours.

Thank you.

There are 98 breaches of the code that require rectification.

Well, that can't be. 98?

Bullshit. Until you fix every one, this contraption, or whatever it is, stays

impounded.

Christ.

Is this boat even safe?

Oh, for God's sake.

Well, it's all right for you.

You get to sit in your office and have coffee brought to you. It's not your

arse bobbing about out there. Oi, fellas.

These are all just minor technical breaches.

There's nothing here that affects the seaworthiness of the Ture.

It's just a delaying tactic.

Nothing to do with safety?

I'll stake my life on it.

Let's get the transmitter aboard.

We leave tomorrow.

You really got this transmitter then?

Isn't that what I always said?

So who's coming with me to pick it up?

Richard Davis, I'm arresting you for attempting to procure a transmitter.

I've been caught a lot of things in my short, amazing life, but never, ever,

Richard Davis.

Right, you, get out of the way.

What do you want?

Police. Mr Ernest Briggs, we have a search and seize order for an illegal

radio transmitter.

Transmitter?

Good luck next time boys.

Still slaving away.

I thought that man of yours was meant to be helping.

He is helping.

He's just not helping me at the moment.

Hmm. Pirate business, eh?

Well, never marry a seaman.

That's what Mother used to say.

Oh, let me hear you talking to me now!

Bloody Nora, how the hell did they find out?

Um, I told Lisa. She might have told a friend or two.

Sorry.

Right.

You better have the boys leave the wharf by four.

Keep the lights off the terror tonight.

Here he comes!

Are you one of the Radio Hauraki DJs?

Sure am.

Hi.

You know how much they worry. You be careful out there.

I'm not taking any risks.

I'll be alright.

You just look after our wee bundle.

That should jam their headquarters signal.

Base to Car 55, there's a robbery in progress at Vulcan Lane. Can you please

render assistance?

Copy that, Base. We're on our way.

Thank you for coming.

I know you've all been waiting patiently for news as to when the Terry is likely

to sail.

Everything all right down there?

I am now in a position to give you that information.

The Ture has just set sail.

I'm sorry, but you will appreciate that we wanted the best possible run for

international waters.

And lighting up the side of the wharf with flashbulbs wouldn't have given us

that. Where is she now?

You little beauty.

Right away, boys.

Well done.

You bugger. If it's any consolation, you're the first to know.

How about a photo, then? Can you give us that much for the morning paper?

Okay, keep it up. Hold that.

There we go.

Is that what I think it is?

Yep.

Three mile limit triangle.

International waters.

Welcome to the world's newest radio station!

gotcha

This is Rock and Roll Baby at long last on Radio Harem.

You little beauty.

Broadcasting live from the top of the dial where there are no politicians.

Just you and me and a whole lot of great rock and roll. We're kicking off

with a band we've all been waiting a long time for. It's the Yellow Sprockets

and love you all night.

So what I needed what I needed was you but tell you hit me from out of the blue

I Dreamed of a girl like you

The sound of freedom.

Breakfast!

Guess I'll be throwing you all straight overboard next time then, eh?

That's disgusting.

This is going to be a long two weeks.

There'll be more supplies coming out on the launch tomorrow.

This is the bloody life.

One night at sea and already on shore leave.

Just keep your heads down.

Try not to run into the fuzz.

You've done it.

You've really done it.

Everyone's listening here.

Top of the dial.

I'm so proud of you.

And I'm proud of you, sweetheart, for putting up with me.

Now, I believe that tonight a very special woman is having a certain...

Exhibition?

Should you be seen out in public, they might arrest you.

I'll just let them try.

I've already tried once and failed.

Tonight, it's your turn to shine.

Nothing could stop me from being there.

Hey!

The curator Dougal Withers.

My husband, Richard Davis.

Call me Dougie.

She really is quite a find, your Judy.

I'm eyeing her for a while.

So have I, mate.

But as for you, what a coot is having you here this evening after all the

commotion you caused last night.

You know, I really am quite a fan.

You like rock and roll, do you? Well, not really, but anyone who takes on

those hide-bound old farts from the government, they're all right by me.

Excuse me.

Hey, everybody.

There's a pirate loose in the building.

Hey, whatever possessed you to do it? Oh, it's not my choice.

Be bobbing up and down on the ocean blue.

I'd much rather be on land with a broadcasting licence.

That's right, Richard Davis.

Yes, the Nouveau Gallery.

Wondering if I can get a quote from you, Minister.

Who likes the Rolling Stones?

Yeah!

How many of you have heard the Rolling Stones on the radio? Ever? Not one,

right? Well, that's what we're fighting for.

Richard Davis, I'm arresting you on a charge of illegally taking an

uncertified boat and putting that boat to sea.

I require you to come with me.

Now, this man does not like the Rolling Stones.

Right, that's it.

I warned you it'd end like this.

End?

This is just the beginning.

How's that election campaign going, Jim?

See, from what I hear, you're losing ground because of us.

The blockade I put in place will starve your men. Your little radio cape is

over. So bring your boat back to shore before someone gets hurt.

Nothing is over.

My men will drink their own urine before surrendering to you.

Well, they may have to.

Davis's wife, obstruction.

Come to gloat, have you?

I can assure you, madam, I have not come to gloat.

Your husband is breaking the law.

Well, you got yourself some real hardened criminals tonight.

Minister, this way.

There's a small crowd out front, Minister.

We'll take you out the back way.

No, no, that won't be necessary.

There seems to be a misunderstanding

Now I've arranged for mr. Davis and his wife to be released on bail The

courts will deal with this matter in due course

Why'd you do that?

He'd be out in bail tomorrow anyway.

Keeping him banged up would only make a martyr out of him. I'm sure you'll have

this whole thing wrapped up long before the courts ever get to him, sir.

Here she comes.

Right on time.

What the hell?

What is it?

Bloody blockade.

What is this, a communist state?

We just have to do it another way.

Shit! It's like being at war with your own country.

Okay, so what other way?

We cut the number of runs the supply launch does and do them at night.

Cover of darkness.

We'll use the seaplane more often. It can only land when it's flat.

Lofty's already had to turn back twice.

Doesn't have to land.

We use a watertight container.

Something that'll float, fill it with tapes and essential supplies.

And what?

Push it out the window.

Well, why not?

We're at war.

The post office just called.

The phone lines at the exchange are crashing from too many people calling.

What sort of calls?

People ringing to say they love the music.

That's worth money in the bank.

Radio Hauraki broadcasting live, bringing you the best in New Zealand

music with the Yellow Sprockets, Groovy Girl.

Wish I could shoot you, girl.

Wish you were my groovy girl.

Turn that racket down.

Yeah, you fill up my world.

All right, mate.

All right. All right, mate. Here we go.

Come on, you bastard. Come to daddy. 25,000 more listeners in the last month.

Gentlemen, if you're not advertising with us, you're going backwards.

Hurry up. Ah, gotcha.

Having more next week.

Looking forward to it.

Radio Hauraki with a special hello to Wendy from Mission Bay.

If you'd like to ring and leave your details, Wendy, I've got an Irish gift

package coming to you.

Special delivery.

I should be on the t-t-terry. I'm letting this side down.

End your day with Cadbury's drinking chocolate.

Mmm. Mmm.

So sweet.

Stephen. Hello, Jim.

Good to see you. I hear you've been having some trouble at sea.

Who will rid me of these troublesome pirates?

I hope you're not suggesting we carry out some firing practice around the

Hauraki Gulf.

No, we need to box clever.

Show them up for the lawbreakers they are.

Can you get me some photo reconnaissance of their position?

I can probably make you a scrapbook of photos if you wanted them. Excellent.

Let me know the instant.

That boat strays out of international waters.

By all means.

And once they do stray?

Then we get some of your Navy friends to send in a frigate and arrest them.

Consider it done, Jim.

Captured by all of your charms I'm in heaven, you see

When holding you closer to me Falling in love,

yes, it's true Good evening, darling.

Hi.

Care to have dinner with me?

Alright.

Excellent.

To us.

And good fortune.

I love you, sweetheart.

Because you're my girl.

I know I am.

Madame. Monsieur.

Do you want me, baby, like I'm wanting you? Will you love me the way

I'm loving you when we're dancing?

Baby, I'm loving you.

Baby, I'm loving you.

Here dancing with you.

will be unable to claim a tax deduction for that expense.

It should make you popular.

This government is squarely on the side of law-abiding businesses and citizens

and will not stand by while a group of publicity-seeking individuals do as they

please. Thank you. Any comment, Minister, on the latest poll showing

your government down to a four-point lead?

That's better.

Christ,

they've even got the Air Force trying to give us the shits.

It worked for me.

They'll be checking our position.

Not much chance of that changing, being tied to four tons of concrete, eh?

Until they send a submarine.

Bloody Willis.

We've lost seven advertisers since he pulled that tax deductibility stunt.

Clients are running scared.

Okay, hang on. We have 115 clients. That's what, 5% who have conformed with

Willis? The point is, Richard, it's trending downwards.

We can't afford to lose a single client right now. Yeah, yeah, yeah, I hear you.

So, who's the biggest of the seven?

I'd like to help you, but what can I do?

I can tell you what you can do. All my clients are ducking for cover. Just

because they can't claim a tax deduction. Christ, Clive, even without

the deduction, they're still winning. You haven't heard, have you?

Heard what?

Minister Willis is putting it about that anybody doing business with your lot

could find themselves with a nasty tax audit from the Inland Revenue

Department.

Audit? Yes.

Breakfast.

Freud Ham in a can.

And you'd better like it, because there's nothing else.

Oh, Jesus Christ!

Right, pass on that.

The dunny overflowed into the bilge.

What I wouldn't give for a hot bloody shower and my wife's home cooking right

now. Can you just get out?

Go!

Look, I know that I've missed a couple of payments, but...

Can we sort something out? It's just a short term cash flow hiccup, that's all.

I know the situation well.

A cup of tea?

No, thanks.

Coffee, then?

Why are you being so nice?

Good.

If you need it now and you're strapped for cash, Farmers is the place.

Because at Farmers, there's one month interest free. Tom, stop. Excuse me.

What the hell are you doing?

We ain't Farmers, mate.

Repay. That's for Griffin. Right.

Just right.

Wait. Wait. They can't do that.

This says they can, apparently.

You never told me all this was on credit.

Credit?

Is there anything else you haven't told me?

Oh, man, we're screwed.

Hey, stop!

Hey, I thought your boss would come to an arrangement.

Come to the restaurant tomorrow, mate.

Hi. Good news.

Where's the car?

Out front.

It's not... It's where we parked it. Shit.

Someone's nicked it.

Great. Just what we need. I'll call the police. No, no, no.

Hello?

It's for you.

Hello?

Yeah.

I see.

Thank you.

Bye.

Dougal at the gallery.

I had a buyer for a painting that was the good news.

Told me she loved it, but she's reneged.

Said she's changed her mind.

I hate being strung along like that.

Silly girl.

Hey.

Hey, hey, you're still another one.

Don't be bad, get you down.

You are much, much better than that.

You've got a lot on your plate at the moment, Jim. The election coming up and

those radio renegades.

Well, it's good to take some time off from the constant toil of heavy-handed

state repression.

Well, keep it up, I say.

Yes, but already I grow weary at the thought of having to burn more pop music

records tomorrow.

Well, there's probably some people who actually think you might do that.

What do you mean?

Well, I understand there's a bit of public support for these radio pirates.

And the public are fickle.

There's that song, The Times They Are A-Changing. By that long-haired beatnik.

You mean Bob Dylan.

Well, they may be a-changing, and I'm not one for standing in the way of

progress, but it's not progress when people operate outside the law.

Hear, hear. Brother.

It's the slippery slope to anarchy, nothing less.

An attack on the very fabric of society.

Werner, this chicken was delicious.

Yes, it was.

If you'll excuse me.

You're listening to Radio Hauraki, and we're all at sea on top of the dial

1480.

Hello, Uncle Jim.

Can you believe that these girls really want to meet us?

What do we do?

Come on, keep up. The girls can wait.

It's a beautiful thing, Morrie. Yeah, yeah, it's a beautiful thing. Now make

your move.

I'll raise your shilling.

Ah, nope.

Too rich for me.

Thank you, gentlemen. You are beautiful too.

Ariel.

Again. All the bloody nights.

Worthless, you twat.

Here, you'll need one of these.

Police might have found the car.

Hello?

Yes.

When?

I'm leaving now.

Jesus Christ, what have I done?

Come on, Nick.

Where are you, mate?

We're low on fuel.

Head back and fill up.

We're not stopping until we find them.

Thanks for coming in.

I just wanted to say... I

can understand if any of you want to pull out.

It's a difficult time.

You're all doing a hell of a job.

Jesus Christ!

You're like a dog with a bone!

I'm truly sorry for your friend.

But it wouldn't have happened if you hadn't broken the law.

Wouldn't have happened if you'd just given us the bloody license.

You took that boat to sea. You're the one responsible for Nick Danson's death.

You know it.

And they certainly know it.

I came here to tell you that my department has traced the seaplane

you've been sneaking around in. You can tell your man to come in. It's over.

I know you think I'm a joke, following the rules while you're not just thumb

your nose at them.

All we want is the freedom to... Freedom?

You've got no idea what that means.

The freedoms my generation fought and died for, the freedoms you just take for

granted.

It just hasn't occurred to you.

That in order for these freedoms to be preserved, there must be rules, there

must be law.

But not for Richard Davis and his pirates.

Well, look where it's got you.

How many more lives are you willing to risk?

What are you doing?

I'm leaving you, Richard.

You what?

They took everything.

Have a look, there's nothing left.

Money we owe to a loan shark.

Sound familiar?

It's all right, I can fix this.

Stop lying to me.

It wasn't their first visit.

No, on that visit they took the car.

You really knew that, didn't you?

Taxi!

I'm your wife.

You should have been honest with me.

Look, I've talked to the men.

And they're all behind you.

Not Willis.

We're in the trenches together.

You can't do this!

We all want to go back out there.

Are they here?

Yes, of course.

We're not giving up without a fight. The war's not over.

Yeah, too bloody right. If they want the Terry, they can come toad away

themselves. That won't look good in the papers, either.

I really appreciate this.

I really, really do.

But I've made my decision.

I won't put any of your lives in danger again.

But we fought tooth and nail together. I said no!

You tell Morrie there's one more tape coming out for broadcast.

After that, the Terry comes back.

Is there any recording equipment left?

CO2 track.

This is Richard Davis, director of Radio Hauraki.

I have taken the decision that from midnight tonight...

Radio hierarchy will cease broadcasting.

Go away. My sister doesn't want to see you.

Please, Karen, I... I just need to tell her that she was right and...

I was a fool.

And if she doesn't believe me, listen to the radio tomorrow.

She won't hear a thing.

It's over as of midnight tonight.

Okay, fine.

I'll tell her.

But just tell her that I love her.

And that I always will.

And one day I'll figure out how to make it up to her. All of it.

Because she's still my girl.

From midnight tonight, Radio Hauraki will cease broadcasting.

I want to apologize to all our supporters who stood by us.

Without you, we never could have gotten this far.

From all of the staff here at Radio Hauraki, including our hero, Nick

Denson, we thank you.

While it lasted, it was one hell of a ride.

So good night from the good ship.

The rally.

It's 12 o'clock.

We're going to get back on air, Richard.

Have you tried him at home again?

Yeah, still no answer.

Thank Christ!

Where the hell have you been?

Busy.

What's this about a rally?

At the Town Hall.

Everyone wants us back on air.

Who organised this?

The p-p-p-people did that. The listeners.

And get this.

Jim Willis is gonna be there.

How is he now?

The election's Saturday.

He wants to trot out his usual bullshit.

But now you're here, you can speak against him.

This is our chance to turn this thing around.

Keep broadcasting again.

Where's Morrie?

Tiri won't start.

She needs a new starter motor.

The old girl didn't want to come back home.

Let's go.

Rally's in 20 minutes.

Can't wait to see the look on Willis' face now.

You'll have his guts for g-g-g-g-g-g-gasses, mate.

No.

You know why.

We're not going out there again.

I don't think you understand.

This rally, all these people, they don't want us on the terry.

They want what you've always wanted.

A license to broadcast from land.

Nick would always say how funny it was having...

bugger all money and working 80 hours a week.

But didn't he tell me how happy he was?

Music history, he'd say.

And even though there's a part of me that wishes that he'd never met you, I

know what Nick would say right now.

What's that?

He'd say, finish what you started and get that bloody license.

Your speech, Minister.

And so, have you read this?

Haven't got time for that.

Right, let's go.

Minister, I have the Prime Minister on line work.

Hello, Prime Minister.

Thank you for coming.

I'm Richard Davis from Radio Hauraki.

We started out on this adventure because whenever I turned on the radio, all

I could get was chamber music and horse racing.

Beatles then

I

realized this was really about choice who should choose what we listen to on

the radio us or politicians the

basic freedom of choice Like the freedom to walk down the street.

Freedom of speech.

Men and women have died for that freedom.

Well, why not the freedom to listen to what we want to hear?

What you want to hear!

Ma'am?

Thank you, Mr.

Davis. I appreciate the opportunity to speak to you this afternoon.

We don't.

This government has taken a strong and at times unpopular position on

broadcasting, and I make no apologies for it.

I'm deeply sorry that it's taken a tragedy for Radio Hauraki to cease its

operation.

The government has always encouraged entrepreneurs with bright ideas.

These daring and audacious young men have proved their mettle.

Therefore, I'm pleased to announce and present the granting of the official

land-based broadcasting license for Radio Hauraki, effective immediately.

Get me out of here.

See this?

Licence to broadcast from land. Best day of me life.

Yeah.

Best day of me life.

Morrie, we've got to tell Morrie. Let's go out there and tell him ourselves.

Yes. To the Terry we go for one last boat ride.

One last...

Sir, I don't see why it's you who's resigning.

It's a matter of principle.

But the Prime Minister, he's... he's just wrong.

It's not the job of you or anyone else to question the Prime Minister's

authority. Sorry, sir.

Two more boxes to go to the car.

And Barry, thank you.

Yes, it's Radio Hurricane 1480. You can't keep us down. We are back coming

ashore, baby.

Couldn't have done it without the Terry here's a toast to the Terry

and your bureaucrats, and your politicians, and you lay them up end to

end under the Harbour Bridge, what do you get?

I don't know about that.

The ship's moving.

I can feel it.

We're almost on top of rocks. We gotta move.

I'm the last to leave.

Well, tonight you're not.

Make sure everyone gets off.

Okay?

I'm a dad

Huh?

He's awake.

Where are we? A beach.

A bloody beach.

Cliff face all around and we wash up on a beach.

Everyone? Aye.

Thought we'd lost you though.

It's all Brennan here gave you the Irish kiss of life.

The pirates have landed.

But only bloody just.

Come on, up you get.

You're right

She

was a good ship

Hope you've still got that bloody license

What's

the first thing we need is a new transmitter and a site for the aerial

here we go Who's gonna do the first show?

Feels like we've been pushed around

A new sensation, liberation,

fascination around generations. A new

sensation, liberation,

fascination around generations.

Listen to that rocking sound.

Say I'll try to push us out

Sensation, liberation,

frustration,

without generation, it's a neat sensation.