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- Another 25 mils decadron
intravenous at 11:08.

He's coming round.

We'll soon know how the good
Dr. Frankenstein once felt.

Heinrich, can you read us?

Can you speak?

- Still speak.

- It's now 11:10, Heinrich,
29 hours since contamination.

Now we need your help
to document sensation.

- What's, what's
the loss factor?

- I didn't get you,
I'm afraid, Heinrich.

- The spill, calculated
loss factor?

- Now, the spill's well
in hand, Heinrich.

They've taken care of all that.

I know this is going
to be a strain on you,

but time is of the
absolute essence.

You have only three
days at most, Heinrich.

Your dose was fatal.

- Loss factor's red,
heins, non-retrievable!

- Ralph, he's under
a lot of stress.

So don't go upsetting him,
Ralph, okay?

- Is that you, Ralph?

- Yeah, it's me, heins.

- Ralph, reds.

Close the errant load.

- Stand by
for Waldo photo check.

Thank you.

- Heinrich, the next
voice you hear

will be Waldo's president,
Byron Langley.

- Of course, it would be
impossible to express,

Heinrich, the appreciation
we all feel

in regard to your
heroic act yesterday.

Waldo will be
eternally grateful.

- You realise we have a
level 9 excursion here?

- A full detail of
survey technicians

are being dispatched to gather...

- You must warn the people.

- I think we would
all agree that

it could be a terrible
mistake for us

to risk public panic
so prematurely.

- But you, you must...

- Heinrich, I fully understand

your deep sense of
responsibility,

but believe me, we must
contain this predicament.

- It cannot be contained.

If it reaches the water table
it can come up anywhere.

- I'm sorry, Mr. Langley,
there seems to be a fault.

What the hell are
you doing in there?

- He won't get far.

I'm stepping up security.

Hey, you!

Off with that thing.

- You'll be late for
your own funeral.

You know that?

You know there's a panic
on back there.

You should have been
out of here an hour ago.

Put your cross on that.

- Like me to
send you a postcard, Stan?

- Have a good lunch.

- It's a survey, mate.

Ciao, baby!

- Multinationals like
Waldo continue to push

profit-crazy technology
down our throats.

Now they blind you with lies.

This graveyard of nuclear
waste could end up ours.

- And this is the
triple m, fm news brief.

Yesterday's earth tremor,
hitting western

and central Australia
with shock waves

of up to 5.6 on
the Richter scale,

the largest since the 1968
meckering earthquake has,

according to authorities,
caused only...

- Hey, farts!

- Yeah?

- Big news in west
aussie yesterday.

- Sure.

But look, I'm doing
you a favour, ray.

You're investing in a gold mine.

- Oh yeah, whose?

- Mine, that's whose.

I know I've already got
an overdraft with you,

but you get all my business.

I'm loyal like that.

Look ray, if you
really want to help

the present-day pioneers
of this country

you'll lay a little
bit of liquidity on me.

On the other hand...

- Okay, I'll get the
papers ready.

- Now that's what I call the
sound of patriotism, ray.

I'll be down to sign
first thing Tuesday.

Fresh bait!

- I'm already there, Lars.

Enjoy the house, mate.

- Hey, take it easy on
the old football injury

with those knee
trembles, eh lover?

- There's only one thing I
ever got on a dirty weekend.

- Ah, got a bit of piston slop

by the look of it
there, pellegrini.

- Hey!

- The boys will be
real brokenhearted

if you come back all
shagged-out on Tuesday, Lars.

- You nearly forgot the bottle
of leg opener we got you.

- Shit, yeah, high class bubbly.

- Crying shame to waste
it on the Mrs., eh?

- Fair go, farts!

For your exceptional services to

the dying art of holy matrimony.

- Well said, mate.

- Open the card.

There's a bit of advice in
there for you.

- The card, Lars, the card.

- Hello, moose.

- Hi, Mrs. stillson.

- Cool it, will you, crabs?

- Hey listen, this Van
of lucky's

has got grease on the Fender.

Let's see it lookin' a million
dollars

before it goes out, eh?

- No worries.

- The merc's gotta come down
well and truly to the bones.

I'd like to lay it
quiet on Max's servo.

Appreciate it, mate.

- The uh,

card!

- Yeah, appreciate that, too.

Tell the boys, mate, will you?

See you Tuesday.

- Let's go!

- Now, don't go exciting them.

They've just had a mc Donald's
each, strawberry milkshake.

- You'll be alright,
won't you, boy?

- Good sports material eh, Lars?

- And you just use a
little common sense

on the highway this
weekend, Larry.

- How about a quick
lube job, marce?

Could seize, the miles
that yours done.

- And I'd always hoped
she'd go places.

- Well, he'll get
her there faster

than anybody else and
that's for sure.

- The following alert
comes from security central.

All survey personnel are
requested to be

on the lookout for
staff member 0327

involved in a plant
accident yesterday.

The man must be located
and detained.

The man must be regarded
as dangerous.

- Evening, herb.

- Bernie.

- Oh, mol's usually pulled
the plugs out by this.

- Sarge, nights like this we go

out the cross,
bust a few whores.

- G'day, herb.

- You oughta get down to
big smoke sometime, glor.

- Make a bit on the
side, you reckon?

- Reckon.

- Wouldn't see me back in this
hole again, that's for sure.

Hey, what'll it be, herb?

- Same, thanks, darlin’.

- Mol, be a hand, love,
give us a line.

What was that name
again, mister?

- Hold on, love.

- Stillson?

Just a tick, glor.

- Race that thing, do you, pal?

- Sorry?

- That thing?

- I wouldn't dream
of it, constable.

- Just a liar then, are you?

- Well, I guess you can
pick 'em, constable.

- I see, hon.

Too bad, mister, engaged.

- Oh, don't worry,
kids have probably

ripped the phone out
of the wall by now.

Goodnight.

- He'll keep.

- Exchange.

- Long distance, please.

- We're after hours
here, you know.

- Please, I...

I've been in a car accident.

- Number then?

- Hello?

- I have a
Mr. Smith calling

reverse charges in little
lower woodbine.

Would you accept
the call, please?

- Mr. who?

- Schmidt, Heinrich
schmidt, Waldo remember?

- Kindly hold your
tongue, Mr. Smith,

I haven't cleared your call yet.

- Is that schmidt?

- Do you accept the charges?

- Yes, I accept the charges.

- You may go ahead, Mr. Smith.

- It has happened as you said.

I need help, your help, please.

- Heinrich, is that you?

- Yes, it is me!

There has been a spill.

The end has begun.

- Are you alright, Heinrich?

- I have maybe three days,
it is urgent we meet.

- Well, where are you, then?

Heinrich, I must
have directions.

Where are you?

Heinrich?

- It is too late.

- Heinrich...

- They are here!

- Heinrich!

- You think you could go just
a little bit slower, darling?

- Hey carmel, come on.

- What was that?

- What was what?

- Something on the
edge of the road.

- What, rubbish or something?

- No, no, I mean somebody or...

- Somebody, down here?

Come on.

- Well, I saw it, mate.

- Carmy, it's pissing down.

- Well, aren't we
going to go back?

- I sure hope there's some
dry firewood left up there.

You definitely want to go back?

Looks like someone's had
a bit of an accident.

Hey, there's a wreck down here!

- Larry!

- What?

- Take it easy.

- Sure.

Oh, shit!

- Larry!

- It's okay!

Put out the fires of passion!

Well, it's a write-off
well and truly.

- What about the driver?

- He ought to be on his
way to doing time

on a bad driving rap I reckon.

- Larry!

- What do you want me to do?

- Well, he's gotta be
somewhere, hasn't he?

- Well, you've got
the map, baby.

You tell me.

- We look like a couple of
drowned rats.

Better get these
clothes off before...

- Now, you're talking.

- Any requests?

Champagne, my dear?

- You romantic!

- Never fear,
doctor says it's curable.

- Here, let me pop that for you.

If music be the food of love.

- Eh?

- Play,

for Christ's sake.

What's this blue...

- Cellophane, baby,
there ain't no ice!

- And a card.

- Yeah, well, that's...

- If a good mechanic
keeps his tools well-oiled

and in a strong box he
never gets a rusty wench.

- Joke.

- That so?

- Automatic parts.

- Squeak, squeak.

- Larry!

There's somebody at the window!

- Hey, this is private property!

Are you alright there?

Hey, mate?

Carmel!

- Must be that trucker.

- Well, it certainly ain't
the milkman, that's for sure.

- Relaxed into a state
of shock by the look of him.

- Yeah, me too.

Hey listen, why
don't we bundle him

up and get him off to hospital?

- Sure.

You know how far that would be.

A trek like that'll do
him more harm than good.

No, could be just concussion.

- Hey!

- It's okay, I've handled
these things before, you know.

Look mate, why don't you go and
stoke the fire or something?

- Stoke the fire.

- It's breezy in here, somehow.

Can you get me that gown
of yours, Larry?

- Hang about, love.

Hardly mandrake, you know?

Hey.

Hey, what do you make of this?

Funny sort of club?

- We used to wear badges like
these when we worked in X-ray.

- Counting the seconds, Helen,
1977.

Better notify the police.

- Sure, first
thing in the morning.

- He'll be okay till then?

- He's in shock
withdrawal, just needs to rest.

- No!

- Don't worry, you're safe now.

- Communication
grey, security chief Waldo.

Schmidt successfully located in

lower woodbine,
but not detained.

Has made connection and
party identified as stillson.

Await further instructions.

- We've received
your message, oates.

Stillson security
check is on the way

and we estimate our time
of arrival as 0300 hours.

- You blokes don't
muck about, do you?

- Not when we're
dealing with the

subversion of our
national security.

- It's no great headache
but to us, sergeant.

- Heinrich, can you read us?

Can you speak?

- Still speak.

- It's now
11:10, Heinrich,

29 hours since contamination.

Now, we need your help
to document sensation.

- What's the loss factor?

- I didn't get you, Heinrich.

- The spill,
calculated loss factor?

- The spill's
well in hand, Heinrich.

They've taken care of all that.

- Oates, we've got the
last of the eggs.

- But time is
of the absolute essence.

- You must warn the people.

- Well, the local police
will be no problem.

You're sure that switchboard
operator waste was clean?

I'm sorry.

The stillsons look like
a couple of novices.

There are no files.

I can't see these people
giving us too much resistance.

- Waldo trace
on Larry Edward stillson.

Male Caucasian age 30 years.

- Rough roads play murder
with your indigestion.

Australian national,

no known political affiliations.

- Okay, driver, take it away.

- Geez, the car, quick!

It's him, go on!

Get going!

- It's alright, please!

You're going to be alright!

I'm a nurse, we're trying
to help you!

- I need help!

- Fine, fine!

A minor laceration,

you have nothing to worry about!

- What's the problem, mate?

- Don't shoot, I beg you,
I mean no harm!

- Put that thing inside,
would you, Larry?

- The deal's off, I
knew he'd try something!

- I wouldn't, I need help!

- Will you put that off, Larry?

Look, don't worry,
it's not even loaded.

- With them around,
don't you worry, mate.

- Come on, Larry,
wake up to yourself!

- Thanks for the
backup, darling.

- Heinrich, you
had it on you last night.

- I never saw this
before in my life.

- Mate, that thing came
off these strides of yours.

- Settle down, will you, mate?

- Settle down?

This guy comes bursting in here
in the middle of the night,

in the middle of
nowhere looking like

a front row forward spat
out of a grand final scrum

and he won't tell us the score

and you tell me to settle down?

- It's alright.

- Hang on a tick, the watch.

- Why don't you tell me
about yesterday?

Before the accident?

- Yesterday?

In the afternoon
a soft snow fell,

I could not resist a movie.

Bus stop, you have seen it yet?

- Bus stop?

- Marilyn Monroe.

For her I forget my studying.

- What are you studying?

- Fourth year physics,
weimar university.

I get my degree this year.

Fingers crossed and not too
much Marilyn Monroe, I guess.

After I reach my doctorate
I'm going to be a scientist.

Everything now is speeding
ahead, it's very exciting.

This sputnik they have just
put up is only the beginning.

- I suppose this would be
stop press, too, would it?

- I'm sorry, what is this thing?

- Look, forget the hospital,
this guy needs a kindergarten.

He's regressing at
the speed of light.

- Will you
cool the cracks, Larry?

- Well after a bit,
definitely, eh?

- It's a watch, electronic.

- The progress comes true.

- It's alright, Heinrich.

- I do not understand.

1977, it's some mistake.

- You seem to have
some memory loss.

- No.

- From the hit on your head.

- Yesterday was...

- It's only a
temporary condition, Heinrich.

- Yesterday was Friday.

Friday, 1957.

- It'll all come back.

- Any sign of the driver?

- No.

Terminated, alright.

That river's as hot as Hades.

We're gonna need a lot
more backup down here.

- Would Heinrich have
confirmed this?

- Sure, loud and clear.

- Oates.

We've an appointment
with Mr. stillson.

- You okay there, mate?

- Yeah.

- Fix the pipe?

- Yeah, bit your brass
monkeys, though.

Promised one for the boys.

- Ooh, what's that?

- It was blocking the pipe.

- See what I mean, what?

- Monkey's lost his nuts.

- Ah, funny one, carm.

Give us a hand, will you?

- Hey!

It's a joke, Larry!

Just a joke, mate!
- I know one.

- Come on, mate, the game's
over.

Larry, don't be a lousy loser.

You alright there, mate?

Larry, Larry!

You bastard!

- He seems to be making
a fast recovery

if that playing's
any indication.

- Certainly beats "chopsticks".

Do you still think his memory
thing's on the level, eh?

- Yes, I do.

- Well, we'll soon
find out when we

turn him over to the fuzz
at woodbine, I guess.

- He can't tell them any
more than he's told us.

- They can still trace the
reg on that truck of his.

- Meantime, we can stand by
him like we said we would.

- So trusting your memories

fo just anyone can be a risk.

- Heinrich, can you read us?

Can you speak?

- It seems every day
there's someone

new in the photo
finishing business.

- Now, we need your
help to document sensation.

- Their quality has made them

the biggest photo
finisher in Australia.

- Time is of
the absolute essence.

- Eureka!

Clothes fit you well.

You into the heavy stuff I see.

- Heavy stuff?

- Yeah, goldilocks and
the bean stalk, there.

Listen, feel free to rip into

the automotive mags
kickin' about, okay?

Into cars, are you?

- Cars?

- Yeah, these are
the old good ones.

- Any idea where
we packed the camera, Larry?

- Eh?

- The old, can't have
a dirty weekend

without the polaroid
cam, remember?

- Carmy, for Christ's sake.

- Listen, mate, I know
police cooperation's

never been one of
your strong points,

but we can hardly expect them
to run a guessing competition.

Smile!

Bloody clowns!

Cool off, idiots!

Over.

Unit one, you read me?

Unit 1, you read me?

Over.

Come in, unit 1!

- Yeah, son, got ya.

- Oh sarge, bad news.

Seems old Molly kicked
the bucket overnight.

No suspicious circumstances,

the doc reckons it
was her ticker.

- God's truth,
it never rains, but it pours.

- Yeah, I reckon I
ought to get her up

to perdham's freezer before
she starts going off.

Over.

- Yeah, see her up there, son.

Chances are we can
do a bulk deal.

I've just located
the missing driver.

- It's a little Dutch
boy called hans

who once saved his people
from a great flood.

The story my father
read me as a child.

He was a jeweller, my father.

The only jeweller in
our village so he would

work always late, far beyond
my bedtime.

But I would never
fail to stay awake

and he would never fail
to work in the door

as the grandfather
clock struck eight.

He was a watchmaker,
he lived on time.

Every night I would
hear him wind

that clock before
climbing the stairs.

I would see his
shadow fall across

the bed and every
night the same words.

Of course, I would be awake.

Then he would pick up
the book I had chosen

and I would feel his weight sink

the bedsprings and
he would begin.

- Why so clear before 1957,
then nothing?

What happened in 1957
that's so painful to recall?

- It's the year I got
my doctorate.

- Hardly
cause for that much trauma.

- Maybe I flunked.

- Maybe an experiment did.

- And left me like
this for 20 years?

- If that was the case you would

have been under
constant supervision.

Probably institutionalised.

- And maybe I am the madman
from the asylum after all.

- I didn't say that.

- I must go back, I am parched.

- Here, the water.

It's beautiful.

There's a natural spring
that feeds in up the river.

- No!

- You okay, love?

- Molly vandemark, passed
away in her sleep last night.

Poor old thing.

New on the job, are you?

- Nice place you got here.

- Oh, you reckon?

It's a bit on the
quiet side for me.

Back again so soon,
Mr. stillson?

Pardon me.

- Listen, where's the
law hang out around here?

- Saturday sergeant
mcsweeney goes fishing.

- All day?

- Depends when he gets one.

- What about the other one?

- Ring any bells?

Listen, I don't suppose
you stock ammo?

- Sure.

What size?

- 12 Gauge.

Rabbits.

Listen, when sergeant mcsweeney
gets back

tell him there's big
trouble up in paradise.

- What sort of trouble?

- That's what I'm just about
to find out, sweetheart.

- Just about does
it, Ernie, thirsty mother.

Nearly $8.50.

- Hey, you know

your tarp's hanging
off the back there?

- Geez, I just checked it!

- Jesus, never thought I'd be
glad to see the pigs before.

Boy, am I glad to
see you, sergeant!

Look, there's this bloke...

- Never mind.

Both legs apart!

- Hey listen, there's some
sort of mistake go on.

- The only mistake I know
is yours, Sonny!

- I was just trying to
do a guy a favour!

- Some favour, strangulation!

- Game of studs still on
tonight, herb?

- Yeah!

- Well, for a start
we could use some of

that top level backup
to cut police red tape.

- Have you got
stillson on a suitable charge?

- Of course, we're holding him
for the murder of our driver.

- We must know the
identity of the contact schmidt

and stillson
telephoned last night.

Waldo's credibility
depends on it.

- I know I have the
right to one phone call.

- Another one, like this one?

- My lawyer, okay?

Oh, I'll be suing for
false arrest,

not to mention malicious
damage to my car out there.

- In the unlikely event you
ever see a court of law.

Circumstantial, but acceptable.

Deceased's wristwatch you
had in your possession.

- Listen, mister, I think this
guy called Heinrich did it.

- Please, don't bog us down

with homicidal
diversions, Larry.

- Jesus, mate, you gotta
let me out!

He's up there with my wife!

- Just as soon as you
identify the missing person.

The anonymous third party.

- I told you it's
Heinrich schmidt.

He's the killer.

- Not that one, Larry.

This one.

The man you were in
such a hurry to see.

- Listen...

- For you, long distance line.

I'll get the statement, okay?

- Listen, sergeant, I didn't
kill that guy out there.

It was this other guy up
in paradise with my wife!

- Sure, that's what
they all say.

- There was once a
civilization here.

- Yeah, it used to be
a mining town.

I guess something went wrong.

There, paradise's claim to fame.

Apparently, they've tapped
so deep it comes up warm.

Pity it's the weekend,

we could have brought
some to have a hot tub.

- Poor little hans.

- Does it remind you?

- The dyke.

- Come on.

You're probably starving.

I can't imagine what could
have happened to Larry.

Heinrich!

Heinrich!

Heinrich!

- Having troubles again?

- Seems you made a
hasty judgement.

You call this quiet?

- Yeah, not every day we
have a real live murder.

- Murder?

- Can I get you something else?

- I could use a phone.

- Best of luck with
the new management.

- New management?

- Molly was the switch girl.

- Hello, exchange.

- On second thought, I
think I'll persevere.

- Holy sh...!

Hold that thing,
will you, driver?

I said hold it, asshole!

- Me, constable?

- You know what you're
doing back there?

- Someone's parked their bike
in the middle of the road.

- That someone, pal,
happens to be me!

- Oh, in that case I'll be more

than happy to pay the damages.

- You bet your ass you will!

Make it snappy with
the licence there, pal!

- How about a little break?

What do you say, constable?

- Cool it, will you, pal?

- Go on, take the money.

Prick.

- Right, we'll see
who's the prick.

- Nobody's gonna need
binoculars for that, mate.

- You mud layers ought to
get on like a house on fire.

- Anything happens to my wife,

I will break your neck, asshole.

Congratulations, mate!

- There has been a
catastrophe, I'm afraid.

- Don't worry about that.

Kids these days
have got more toys

than they know what to do with.

I thought for a moment
you meant back in 1957.

- Two, three, nine.

- What is it, Heinrich?

- The grounds say.

- Coffee grounds?

- The deaths in my nightmare

it is coming up all
around us, here.

Far too many for hans,
I'm afraid.

One has only so many fingers.

All the fingers in the
world could not stop this.

- Stop what, Heinrich?

What is it that you're
trying to stop?

- I can't remember.

- You must.

Two, three, nine, you said.

What is 2397?

- It's what killed the
animals in the barnyard.

I think for me time
is running out.

- You sure did some customise
on that push bike of his.

- Well, you're a hard man to get
to see.

I mean, Mr. grey has deprived
you of visiting rights.

- Listen, who is grey anyway?

- Grey is the man...

- Hey, who the hell are you?

- I'm the man that hein...

- You're the guy they're
all looking for.

The man gray's after.

-I bet I am.

He can't afford the bad
news leaking any further.

- What bad news?

- Heinrich's information
about Waldo.

- Who the hell's Waldo?

- He didn't tell you?

- He hasn't told me
anything, mate.

He's up there with my
wife posed as an amnesiac.

- He's probably trying
to protect you both.

- Protect?

He's a killer, mate.

My wife is up there
in mortal danger

and I'm stuck here
taking the rap!

Pigott!

- Shh!

Heinrich is no murderer.

- Yeah?

Well he did a pretty good job on

that guy out there in glad wrap.

- Grey is the killer.

Heinrich is cool.

He is in the shit with us!

- Us?

You maybe, mate, not us!

- He is risking his
life to warn us

of an impending disaster.

We've got to help him!

Up till yesterday he
was working for Waldo.

- Waldo, I never heard of him.

- Listen, Waldo isn't
exactly human.

Waldo is a multinational
corporation

working the ass-end of
the nuclear cycle.

Heins and I, professor
Heinrich and I,

once conjectured the
possibility of a high level

nuclear excursion,
that's a link.

Now, last night he reverse
charged a call from here

and he was cut off before
I could get the details,

but it was quite obvious
that he was in big trouble.

- Do me a favour, mate, I've
got enough trouble of my own.

- That's trouble,
that is, and whether you

like it or not we
are all involved.

- No!

They can't take it!

They won't hold!

- It's alright, Heinrich.

- The dykes won't take it!

- It's just a big plane
going overhead, that's all.

- No, can't you feel it?

You must!

Shaking the ground,
the earth, earthquake.

- Earthquake?

- They won't take it!

- We had an earth
tremor yesterday.

- The dykes, they have gone.

- There has been
a catastrophe, I'm afraid.

Far too much for hans.

One has only so many fingers.

All the fingers in the
world could not stop this.

It's coming up around us here.

The grounds there.

239.

The death in my nightmare.

239, it is what killed the
animals in the barnyard.

- Shh.

Larry's sure to get
back here soon.

- Carmel, I...

- What is it?

What is it that's
coming up everywhere?

What are you trying to tell us?

- They're here, it is too late.

They have come at last.

Pluto's men.

- I just can't
stress my commitment

to public safety, sergeant.

- Should be alright, mate.

As far as I'm concerned paradise
is off limits as of now.

- Keep up the good
work, sergeant.

- Another day, another dollar.

- Of course, I'm awake, papa.

Go on, papa.

Go on.

- Once upon a time far
away in a land

that was protected from
the sea behind great walls

called dykes, lived a
little boy called hans.

One day he wandered
so far that it

was darkening as he
turned for home.

It was a still, chill,
stormy evening.

- Taking in the night
air, were we?

- Who are you?

What do you want?

- It's business, Mrs. stillson.

- What is it, then?

- Garbage collecting.

- What?

- Try Heinrich schmidt.

- We must warn the people.

- Please, Mrs. stillson.

Where's your hospitality?

I'm no door to door salesman.

- Look, the
man needs hospitalising.

- I would have
thought hours ago.

- You know, then?

- Where's schmidt?

In there.

Seems in good health.

- He's sleeping.

- I'm sure he is.

- He must have
medical attention.

- Of what diagnosis?

- Well, at the
moment it's unspecified.

- Then why so urgent?

- It's obvious, I'm a nurse.

- Bit of good luck, being
a nurse, wouldn't you say?

Good luck or good planning.

A nurse and a fast driver,
a nice little operation.

- I'm sorry...

- You will be.

Go right through, gentlemen.

You don't object to
a second opinion?

Seeing it's such an
exotic complaint.

- Who the hell are you?

- He's going fast.

- You'll pull him
through, though.

- Nevertheless, a lot of

valuable time has
been lost here.

- You can have the nurse
when I'm through with her.

She's highly qualified.

Heinrich?

Heinrich?

Do you hear me?

- What do they want
with Heinrich in there?

Have you seen my husband?

You don't have to worry, I'm
not going to try and escape.

Pluto's men.

What's going on out...

- Come on, doctor,
earn your keep.

- He's too far gone.

You should have heeded
my urgency this morning.

- Come on, grey,
leave him in peace.

- Geez, glor's must have
the hots for one of you.

Homemade parfaits on the house.

- Don't think we're gonna give

this place a four star rating.

- Constable, what's the
position with the phone?

- Still under maintenance, pal.

- Pigott, the moment I get
bail I'm gonna kill again.

If only I knew last
night what I know now.

Your mate Heinrich's certainly

the kiss of death for
holiday weekends.

- Last time I saw him he
gave me a hard time as well.

That was Los Angeles '76.

He was lecturing for Waldo.

I raised the question
of the food chain.

- The food chain?

- The chain reaction
of contamination.

You know, water,
grass, cow, milk?

Us.

You wouldn't believe the
odds he said were against it.

It may have already happened.

- This stuff's alright,
isn't it?

- Canned beans?

Sure.

But I think we'll skip
the homemade parfaits.

- Don't worry, once I get
under the box on

this bullshit charge, I'll
be making an announcement.

- Doubt it.

If they play this charge through

they'll have you on
grounds of insanity

and every word you say
will be discredited.

It's far more likely
you will end up

as a holiday road
toll statistic.

We must know for sure,
irrefutable fact.

- Okay, so we get the facts.

What good's that gonna do us?

- Facts will get us
nationwide coverage.

Secrecy is the fuel
that powers them.

Outside we have the means
to blow their cover.

- Ah, speak of the devil,
just talking about you.

- I've just got instructions to

take you up to
paradise, stillson.

I don't need trouble,
you understand?

- This is it, Larry.

- This is what, pal?

- Nothing, constable.

- You better level with me, pal.

I've got a computer check
running on your reg-o right now.

- We'd better level
with him, Larry.

- Come on, Larry.

- You know, the boot
compartment?

- Come on, we're checking
your mate's car first.

You open it, pal.

Shit!

What was that?

- You got me.

- Your mate's an idiot.

- Live dangerously, do you?

- Part of the job, pal.

This shit can of
yours go, stillson?

- Into orbit, pal.

- Hey, pigo!

Foolin' around, are you?

- I wouldn't go
fiddlin' around under there

unless you got your new
emissions ticket, pal!

- Pigott, give me a fill, mate!

- Get out.

Come on, stillson.

What makes this
heap of yours go?

- The touch of the artist.

- Okay, Rembrandt, let's
just drive nice and good.

Just step on it, stillson,

we don't wanna be
late for the picnic.

- Come on, I'd hate to get
us a ticket, constable.

- Cool it, will you, stillson?

- What's going on up in
paradise, pigott?

- Look, slow down,
will you, pal?

- Mafia up there with
my missus, are they?

- Mafia!

You're crazy, stillson,
you're trying to kill me!

- The way you're going, you bet.

- Look, you want a spare hole

in that head of your, stillson?

- Sure, then we both go.

Funny, he's making good time.

Hey, stop!

That's his gun.

- Now you're thinking, stillson.

- Get out!

- Eh?

- I said take a stroll!

- It appears to be contained.

We've sealed off the
valley and we're

monitoring the movements
of the locals.

- What's the
extent of contamination?

- I'd say at this stage, sir,
that's yet to be determined.

- Well, we've three more units

moving in tomorrow, that
ought to have some effect.

- Let's say it's encouraging.

We'll do the best we can, sir.

The best laid plans of
mice and men, Larry.

- Where's my wife?

- Recovering from the shock.

- The shock of what
in particular?

- You're the intrepid
bushman, Larry.

Take a snake by the tail
you hold it at arm's length.

You took a dip in the river.

Haste makes waste.

- Just get it off us, will ya?

- First things first, Larry.

- Come on, what more do you
want from us, for Christ's sake?

- Confirm the connection.

- I don't understand your
jargon, mister.

Carm.

Carm.

What happened to you?

- I got hit.

- What with, a semi trailer?

- They've tortured Heinrich.

- We're getting
out of here, mate.

- I can't figure
you out, stillson.

A man who fights for
his country one day,

subverts it the next.

- What's left of it.

- Maybe we'll wheel in Heinrich,

give you a glimpse
into your future.

- No!

- Confirm the connection, Larry.

- Up you, grey.

- Refer your obscenities
to oates.

He's the lady killer.

Haste makes waste.

But in this case so
does hesitation.

- Listen, grey, I've never
seen that guy

before in my life,
so help me god!

Please, just not her, okay?

- Ever seen what a bore like
that can do at that range?

At that angle?

Lift the top of her head
off like a bloody frisbee.

Larry.

- Larry.

- He's the contact.

Pigott's locked him up in town.

- That slob, pigott.

Let me get those plates
out of your way, at least.

- The keys hang in
the outer office.

Or, if you were pigott
I'd just slide it to you

and you'd have to grovel for it.

- Grovel?

You have to be joking.

I'd hardly be pigott
now, would I?

- Hardly.

- Gray's some froops guy.

At least Judas got paid.

- I'm afraid I've got
some bad news to break.

- You mean, there's more?

- We've been contaminated
by radiation.

Swimming in the
river this morning.

- Yeah, I've sorta been getting
the message loud and clear.

- Heinrich's dying.

- You wanna hear my bad news?

There's this place in
the desert called Waldo

where they keep gallons
of this shit.

- They must be the tanks

that Heinrich was talking about.

- Apparently, he
rang this friend of his

last night about some
sort of disaster up there.

- The tremor.

- Fire away!

Hey, you okay?

- She's okay!

Listen, leave her...

- Don't be upset,
she might deal!

She'll be alright,
she'll be alright!

- Just get your hands off me!

- Heinrich's surfaced
and he's asking for you.

I persuaded them to
let you go in.

- She's had enough!

- It's not a pretty sight,
I'm afraid.

- Heinrich?

Oh, Heinrich.

Why?

- Carmel.

- She's here, heins.

- Remember you always.

- I will, too.

- Sinking into lower world

face to face with pluto.

- What's he on about?

- Pluto.

- Delirium.

- Pluto's men, he said.

He knew they were coming.

- Pluto is two, three, nine.

- Rest in peace,
heins, it's over now.

- Two, three, nine.

What is two, three, nine?

- Nothing, it's finished,
forget it.

- Look, mate, when the
shit hits the fan,

like, we all get
sprayed, you know?

- 239 is the atomic weight of

the radioactive
element plutonium.

- In English.

- Radioactive garbage.

- We lost a lot of it.

Unfortunately, it's hit
the water table and spread.

Now it's coming up and
spreading everywhere.

It was a one in 10
million chance.

- Let's go, love.

- Carmel, take me.

People must see.

Take me.

- We want to help you, Heinrich.

- And cause wholesale panic.

- Must see truth.

- Sorry, gray's
closed off the valley.

- Get out of our way.

- At least until grey
sanctions my research on you.

- I thought you
said we were safe.

- On the outside.

Inside it only takes a
microscopic speck to
mutate cells.

- I need some negotiating power.

12 Gauge.

- I never saw that bloke

before in my life,
so help me god.

Please, just not her, okay?

- Ever seen what a bore

like that can do at that range?

Lift the top of her head
off like a bloody frisbee.

- He's the contact,
the man you're after.

- Good morning, Mrs. stillson.

What have you done with hubby?

- Easy on her, it was a
rough decontamination!

- Too bad we can't offer
a money back guarantee.

Regular angel of mercy.

Where's your better half?

- I wouldn't have a clue.

- Search the grounds,
stillson's on the loose!

Oates, double check the house.

A man like stillson would hardly

miss a game of automotive
graveyards.

It can be a real hoot,
believe me.

- Pity we can't hang around,

sounds like a great game.

Let's go.

Unless you're keen on
being a cripple.

- Larry, watch out!

- Do me, oates, and your
boss gets a lot,

unless you're hungry for
seniority!

- Fire away, oates!

- You've gotta
make it, good luck!

- Larry!

Larry!

Fire!

- Careful, if they come in
from there, they're ours.

Okay?

- You must warn the people.

- The following announcement

is in the interest
of public safety

authorised by the
minister of health.

This warning is in the
interest of your survival.

People are advised
not to, repeat,

not to drink from the
metropolitan water supply.

All perishable and
pre-made foods

processed since the
alert date has been

likely contaminated and will be

destroyed by the ministry
of health agencies.

All breaches of emergency
food regulations

should be reported to
the ministry of health.

It should be noted
that this warning

is in the interest of
your survival.