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- In today's fast moving world with its

fast moving lifestyles, you owe your body

all the nourishment, energy, and sensational pleasure

it deserves.

Vimuville.

State of the art in health and leisure centers.

Vimuville will provide your whole family

with health and leisure programs

that will turn your annual holiday into

an unforgettable revitalisation of your well-being.

Come and find out what it's all about at vimuville.

I fixed Ryan.

He won't get far.

I gave him a little going away present.

As I suspected all along, our learned chemist

developed a moral conscience.

Expressing certain reservations about our unethical

experiments in homesville.

Poor Ryan.

He's probably accessing the files right now

on a mission to save the Guinea pigs

in pebbles court.

Don't worry.

He's pumped full of enough e-59

to kill 20 rabid rottweilers.

He won't make it 'til morning.

- Homesville.

Pebbles court

noble family.

Video tape.

Cheryl and Brian rand.

Positive pregnancy.

Sal ciccone and gino argento.

Sperm donations.

Paul Matthews.

Vitamin intake.

Target number one.

Paul Matthews.

Nine pebbles court.

- You know what you guys? - And like she goes ..

Bruno sucks.

- Bullshit man, no way, no fucking way.

- Yeah man, yeah, she goes for me.

She goes for me.

- Not another Roman conquest, sal?

- Excuse me?

Excuse me?

What would you fucking know, Paulie?

Mr. thirtysomething?

But serious mate.

Let me tell you a great joke.

Elton John.

- Homesville.

- You want petrol?

- Detergent.

* oi!

Fuck.

Fuck!

Fucking pill poppers.

Why can't you just get some fucking sleep?

- Fucking idiot.

- Shirl! Car seventeen in homesville.

Coyote in pursuit of a road runner.

' Brian.

- It's alright love.

Probably just some kids on a joyride or something-.

See dreams of a pregnant woman can get very weird.

Beware, beware.

- Arsehole!

- Come on, come on, pick a fucking court.

- The first phase is hallucinogenic.

The second phase is glandular.

The third phase is oh, god.

- Great.

- Get down!

- This your Van?

- It's his.

Is this guy dead?

- Have a guess.

' Gino!

- Excuse me sir.

Do you need us, like for questions and stuff?

- Names?

- We were just...

- names.

- Gino argento and sal ciccone.

Anyway we were just heading off and this car...

- where you going?

- Opal mining.

- Yeah.

Up near broken hill.

- We'll be back in about a week and a half.

- Parents?

- Parents.

They're off visiting some relatives.

- Sam?

They'll be back in about a fortnight.

- Sam, over here.

- Okay, okay, skedaddle.

Could you hang on?

- Well I've got to go to the airport mate.

- Oh alright alright.

Off you go then.

I'll get back to you this evening.

- Whoa!

- Hey, get that bloody kid out of here.

Great way to start the holidays.

- Look on the plus side Sam.

We can probably get this bloke for not wearing his seatbelt.

- The first phase is hallucinogenic.

The second phase is glandular.

The third phase is, oh god!

- Hallucinogenic?

That's either bad poetry or a pretty good clue.

- Could be both.

- Too many drugs.

- Hello?

Oh, no very good, thanks for telling me

now I've come out here.

No, yes, yes, fine, no worries, yes, good. Yeah.

Shit.

- So do you think that cop bought that shit about opal mining?

- Why not?

I saw something about it on TV.

Or was it Pearl diving?

Give us a look at her photo again.

Fucking hot.

Man.

You better be right about this gino.

- Sal, I'm not bullshitting you.

She said she's a fucking doctor.

We're talking sperm donations,

clean country air, and a health farm packed with women.

And we're getting paid for it.

- Man.

This is gonna be Ace.

- Got a fag?

Nah.

Bastard.

Fucking mongrel.

Last time he'll pull a shit act like that on me.

Never been here before.

Least it ain't raining.

Piss pours all the time in Sydney.

You from Melbourne?

- Yeah, yeah.

- I need a place to stay.

- It's a killer machine.

It's got everything.

Chippy chippy, come on, Frankie.

Like a driving power.

Like a big fat tyre.

It's got everything.

- Ah, g' day mate.

We're lost.

- Yep, in the middle of nowhere.

- On the knocker, padrone.

You're in a four house town called nowhere.

A little outback humour.

- Well it's not on this, mate.

- I suppose that's big smoke humour.

- Yeah.

- Need a windscreen?

- Yep-

- that one's bab and this is bronto.

And you can call me, pud.

- What'll it be?

- Coffee and toast?

- Nah, we's got breakfast, lunch, and tea.

Mack!

- So where yous from?

- Melbourne.

- Where's that?

- Mack!

Get out here!

- Mack's the brainy one.

- Paul, Paul, wake up.

Look, I know this job can sometimes be a bit boring

but this is ridiculous.

- What time is it?

- Are you alright?

- Yeah.

Yeah, I'm okay.

- I thought you were out.

I buzzed you earlier, you didn't even hear me.

Some guy from the cib wants to speak to you.

Your secret life is catching up with you at last, Paul.

Look, why don't you take the rest of the day off?

I'll cover for you.

- Yeah.

Yeah.

- This place looks like shit.

- I got lumbered with it after my divorce.

I wanted a flat.

There's a spare bedroom through there

and the shower's down there.

- Ls it true what they say about yous?

City men?

- It depends who says it.

- Oh shut up, dirt bitch.

- I'm gonna check on the windscreen.

You coming?

- Yeah.

In a minute.

- Smell that air, eh?

- Yeah, great.

I guess this is that clean country air we all hear about.

- Yeah well everything in the country

ain't always that fresh.

Where you from, son?

- Melbourne.

- Whereabouts?

- Homesville.

Homesville.

Actually it's not much more than a dead-end housing estate.

- How many kids in your family?

- Italians, mate.

You know spermatosa El grosso.

- Yeah, families sure are strange things.

' Gino!

Yonny a kanga, bronto! Yonny a kanga!

- Yonny a kanga.

Is that aboriginal for something?

- Go on.

- What the fuck is it?

- Don't you know nothin'?

It's crazy worm.

- Shit.

That's a fucking adrenal gland.

Fucking mad.

Circle city! Circle city!

- You go on, I'll catch you later.

- Hey sal, watch the third leg, pal.

- They do this often?

- Yanta-fucking-bulla.

This better be a good lead, buddy.

- There's a health farm there, johno.

Do you some good.

- This body is in great shape.

I don't need some dork poofter working out

some bullshit schedule for me.

I am in touch with my body, Sam.

- Unreal! Doin' donuts round K-Mart was never this good.

Unreal, unfucking real.

- Hey-

you want

a love bite?

- Ask for it by name, eh?

Sure.

- Looks like your old man's seen better days.

Was this a hospital or something?

- I don't know.

Pud never talks about those days.

He says he worked in some kind of germ factory.

- Pud is your old man, isn't he?

- Well that's all sort of mixed up

but pud reckons that we got this place

to thank for the family.

- Shit!

What the fuck was that?

- Nothing, it's just the cocky.

I'll be back in a minute!

- Fucking slab's gone and done it again,

that fucking dirt bitch!

- How many times to I have to tell ya?

Keep it in the family!

Now we don't have a choice.

Go and find the other one!

- Nobody's gonna take my car.

Gonna drive it.

You're going nowhere in that truck.

- Damn I hate cars.

There's never enough leg room.

I need a good massage.

Sam.

I'll take care of this one.

- Detective Phillips, hi, I'm shaan.

- You got my message?

- Yes.

Come into my office.

No, never seen him before.

- We found this on his body.

- We're marketing some of our products to help

promote the resort.

Poor man probably purchased some.

- Could he have bought those in Melbourne?

- Of course.

How did he die?

- Car crash.

- Oh, how tragic.

- We're trying to identify him.

Do any of your staff come from homesville?

- Homesville?

- Pebbles court, homesville.

- Not to my knowledge.

All of our employees are local.

- What does the v stand for?

- Vitamins, sergeant Johnson.

Vitamins.

You're welcome to have a swim and sauna if you like.

- Sounds tempting.

- That's very kind of you miss

but we're on duty.

- You know this place isn't bad.

It's almost like a holiday resort.

- That's the whole idea.

- I'm not in that bad a shape, am I?

- It's not what you got mate, it's how you hold it.

Go on, get in the car.

Wasted enough time already.

- Johno, you're still here man?

What, secret service job didn't come through eh?

- Real bummer man.

They did a check on me and found out I knew you.

- So what are we here for, Willie?

- Well, the cell walls of his stomach have been

eaten away by something corrosive.

Enzymes, probably.

But they're not like anything I've ever seen before.

Maybe he was into new drugs.

You know, strictly experimental stuff.

Now it could be a hybrid from any of those

crazy psycho - pharmaceuticals like hemalin,

euphoria, deaner, vasopressin, or

maybe he was just sniffing texta.

- It looks like a nine.

- Paul Matthews.

- Well, he was one healthy dude.

Unnaturally healthy.

Now I'm talking new drugs here, right?

Not just '70s designer shit

or your '80s ghetto powders, I'm talking fucking '90s man.

Cognition enhancers.

Designed to take your mind into new,

intraphenomenological dimensions.

- Kate?

- You are the last one.

I have collected 12 others.

This has been my quest.

13 male ribs.

When I chose you at the airport

I became an image of your deepest fears.

I am now your darkest fantasy.

There are many women in the world like me.

And there are many men in the world like you.

And we're all in your mind.

- God.

What a dickhead.

- I had another one of those dreams.

Maybe my body's trying to tell me something.

- Yeah.

You're pregnant.

- Morning.

Detective Phillips, cib.

Just wanted to ask you a few questions

about the accident here the other day.

- Yes, awful, wasn't it?

- Do you know Mr. Matthews over at number nine?

- We've only just shifted here.

This week as a matter of fact.

Me and Brian.

He's my husband.

We haven't met anyone else in the court yet.

- No welcoming committee, eh?

Well, if you do happen to see anybody over

at number nine could you give us a call on that number?

Thanks.

Oh and congratulations.

- Thanks.

- So how's the new house?

- It's okay.

I didn't sleep too well last night though.

- Oh, strange bedroom, you'll get used to it.

It could also be the infant.

Its protein intake is at its highest

at the moment.

Particularly at night.

Up until their birth, babies are the ultimate parasite.

Righto, everything's under control so don't you worry

and I'll see you at the same time next week?

- See you then.

- You alone?

- Yes, doctor.

- We have to decrease Cheryl rand's dosage.

- That will invalidate the results.

- Can't help it.

Patient's overreacting.

- I suppose you're going to ask for further retesting.

- We have no other choice.

- But we can't turn back.

- We have to change our strategy, my girl.

Since your boyfriend foamed at the mouth

and kamikazed into pebbles court

we have to rethink our position.

- How was I supposed to know he could handle that dose?

- Well don't you see?

That is the problem.

The drug is still too unpredictable.

- But I have set up an exclusive dealership

with one of the largest chain stores in this country.

If we delay delivery of the first box shipment...

- fuck the chain store!

What about the cops?

Something is wrong.

Your boyfriend underreacted.

Cheryl rand is overreacting.

What about the two Italian kids?

Have they turned up for their hormonal research yet?

They haven't have they?

- But we can run simultaneous sperm tests

on the noble family without halting

the Cheryl rand experiment.

- Do not question me, shaan.

If this thing goes wrong it will be worse than

thalidymide.

- Beauville!

We're shipping the tablets this evening.

- But that's way ahead of schedule.

Dr. (Barrera...

- Dr. carrera is in charge of in-field placement.

I'm handling consignment and distribution.

- I thought the doc was in charge of c & d.

- We must change our strategy, my boy.

We do as I say.

- Don't you ever hang up on me again.

- But we haven't spoken for so long.

Sounds like we're in business again.

You know where to find me, crackers.

- Hi, you must be our new neighbour.

I'm Dr. noble.

- Hi.

- And I'm Angelica.

- Cheryl.

- Oh kids, say hello.

Now this is Eloise, my eldest,

and that little brat is Brandon.

- Can we get a move on?

- Brandon.

- Nice to meet you all.

When you get back you can come over and meet Brian,

my husband.

So where are you going?

- Oh it's a special secret.

A holiday we'll never forget.

Bye.

- Bye.

- Cheryl?

It's Dr. carrera, Cheryl.

- Dr. (Barrera.

I think, I think.

Can you drop your placenta

one month prior to birth?

- No, I don't think that's possible, you see...

- Dr. (Barrera.

Can you come over?

Now?

- I'm on my way.

Brian, Dr. carrera.

Can you meet me at your place right away?

No no no, everything's alright.

I'll explain when we get there.

Now, there is nothing to worry about.

" Cheryl!

- I never would have expected him to be capable

of such a thing.

- Murder weapons govern fingerprints.

Probably his.

You have any other patients in this court, doctor?

- Why?

- You know a Mr. Paul Matthews?

- Ah Matthews, no.

- Over at number nine?

- Why, do you suspect him of doing this?

- We had a bad accident here the other day.

We have reason to suspect that the victim

was on his way to see Paul Matthews.

Doctor.

Do you know of a viral disease

that in its first phase has

hallucinogenic delusions?

- Yes, yes there are many of them.

- And in its second phase, glandular complications.

- Most viruses initially affect

cerebral perception in one way or another.

Dizziness, vertigo, tunnel vision.

- Was Cheryl rand taking any kind of special medication?

- No, no. Not to my knowledge.

- It'll show up in the poor woman's autopsy, I guess.

- Welcome to vinuville.

- Alright!

- Dimitra.

Folks, meet my tireless assistant dimitra.

- Hi.

- Any problems she's yours for the asking.

Gotta zap.

I'll meet you back at reception in an hour

and I'll give you your daily fitness programs.

- Oh.

- Dig in.

- All the food you see here

is of the same meganutritional value.

Designed to appeal to both adults and children alike.

You know how it is.

Positive deception.

- Now why hasn't somebody thought of that before?

- Excuse me.

- This place sucks you know.

- You're so perceptive, bran.

- Oh, bit of the pmt, eh sis.

- Fuck off, wiener dick.

- You bet I'm gonna fuck off.

Tonight I'll sleep under the stars.

- You're such a he-man, Brandon.

- At least I don't let mum tell me what to wear.

- Hope you break your neck!

- Ladies and gentlemen.

This one will be over the fucking top.

- Sweetie.

- Mm.

- Are you sure about Brandon?

- Don't worry.

I saw him smuggle his tent in with the luggage.

He's camping outside for the night.

- Got a real gem for your pebbles court collection.

And check this out.

- Holy earache.

- And for the grand finale.

~ oh!

- I've stored the noble's urine samples.

Um, can me and Beau have some more vs?

- So what happened to your last supply?

- Those v2s, they're piss weak.

How about some forte 4s?

- Forget it.

You'll have to wait until your next scheduled ration.

- Ach.

- Homesville.

Pebbles court.

Noble family urine analysis.

- Hello, I'm not here just now.

Make it short, I'll get back to you as soon as I can.

- Don't hit the roof when you see this data.

I know we can push ahead with some further tests

on the nobles tomorrow.

Their urine looks really good.

- Yanta fucking bulla.

Your friendly health farm hostess, hey Sam.

- Get a chopper.

Now.

- Just what the doctor ordered.

- Did you see Angelica's split ends?

- I'd rather see your split end.

- Beau.

This is getting a little out of hand.

We haven't even had breakfast yet.

- But I'm not hungry.

Well, yes I am.

- Oh Beau, stop it.

Stop it!

- Ow.

- I'm going to the bistro to have some breakfast.

You should take a cold shower.

- So.

Still into driving a merc are we, crackers?

- Don't forget that your advanced hearing

is the result of my chemical breakthroughs, pud.

- At least I had the guts to experiment

with the drugs on myself.

- That is what partnerships are all about.

- So.

How's it going, cracker?

Done any good drugs lately?

- You know what I want.

What is this?

- Well, when we parted company i made sure

I took a little something from the lab.

I knew you'd give your master plan a second shot.

You see, without that little additive,

the body cannot control his new powers.

It might even

explode.

Very fucking messy.

It's all falling apart, hey crackers.

All those people at vimuville.

You and your megabods.

You fucking Bob geldof of the gym set!

You were wrong then and I made sure

you're wrong now!

I love it!

I need it!

Yeah!

It's a power machine! All right! Hold tight

- oh shit.

- Thomps?

You alright?

- It's alright, nothing to worry about.

- Thomps?

Eloise, Eloise!

- Shaan?

Quick, mum needs help, something's wrong with dad.

- Vimuville, the best place in the world for your body.

- Quick, in the car!

Oh my god!

- This must be the place.

- Quick, get the doctor, we've got to see the doctor

immediately!

- I'm sorry, you're going to have to take...

- oh don't give me that shit, just get the doctor!

You've got to come up to vimuville,

something terrible's happened.

- Vimuville?

What are you doing up at that old chemical dump?

I haven't been there since it was closed.

By the health commission.

That must be over 20 years ago.

- The food.

The food, they've all eaten it!

- Why don't you just come into the surgery

and we'll see what we can.

Yes madam, I'm listening.

- The human body.

At best, a neglected engine

running on cheap fuel.

- Way I see it, doc, you're running on empty.

- You would not have the faintest idea

of what your body could do.

If it had the right formula.

But without that fuel

you are nothing.

A zero.

- Finished, Dr. carrera?

- No, not quite, detective Phillips.

- Don't even think about it.

645 to airborn 19-ls Sam still with you?

- Yep, still here.

We're putting through that quarantine you requested for pebbles court, but Sam,

yeah?

- That fucking freak's been choking up

for the past 20 minutes down here,

it's wall to wall shit all over the place.

Now look, we finally caught him in your office, Sam.

Now the only trouble is that young Jordan's

trapped in there with him.

- In my office?

- Move it, everyone covered!

Move it!

Oh god, come down.

Keep down!

Keep those corridors covered, keep them covered!

- Fuck a duck.

Jordon, now.

Jordon, now!

- Sam, over here.

Keep away from the door!

What the fuck's wrong with this guy?

Is he sick or infected or what?

- Sarge, get me the fuck out of here!

- Get the paramedics.

Get Willy up here now!

- He's got my fucking shirt on.

- Cognition enhancers, eh Willy?

You should see the bodies coming down

from that crazy bloody farm.

- Should see the new death certificates.

Death by hypernatural causes.

Eh?

I can't help it- i love this fucking job.

Oh, not feeling queasy are we, johno?

- What would you suggest, Willy?

- I suggest some aspirin, johno.

- Sam?

Would you get me some aspirin, please?

- Ah, catch that speed freak yet?

- Yeah, he bagged himself.

- That guy was one crazy arsehole.

Ate detergent! Jesus!

Yeah, that's right, thanks sarge.

Hey be careful out there.