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Another 25 mL...

Infinderm*... intravenous... at 11.08.

He's coming around.

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 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.

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

But time is of the absolute essence!

You have only 3 days at most, Heinrich.

Your dose was fatal.

The loss factor's red, Heinz... Non-retrievable!

He's under a lot of stress!

So don't go upsetting him, Ralph... OK?

Is that you, Ralph?

Yeah, it's me, Heinz...

Ralph, mate....

Was the erran slowed?

Heinrich, the next voice you'll 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 despatched 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...

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 there, Neil?

He won't get far.

We're stepping up security.

Hey, you!

Off with that thing!

You'd be late for your own funeral!...

You know that?!

You know there's a panic on, back there!

You should've been out of here an hour ago.

Put your cross on that!

Like me to send you a postcard, Stan?

Have a good bludge!

It's a survey, mate!

Ciao, baby!

(chanting) - The people, united, will never be defeated. - 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!

This is the MMM-FM news brief...

Yesterday's earth tremor, hitting western and central Australia...

...with shockwaves of up to 5.6 on the Richter scale...

...the largest since the 1968 Meckering earthquake...

...has, according to authorities, caused only minor...

- Hey, Farts! - Yeah? - Didn't know you were in West Aussie yesterday.

Sure... 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. - I'd like to help you Larry, but as I said money is a bit tight ...

Look Ray, if you really want to help the present-day pioneers of this country...

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

On the other hand...

OK, OK, 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 Sprats!

We've got a house, mate.

Hey, take it easy on the old football injury with those knee-trembles, eh Lazzer!

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

Got a bit of piston-slap by the look of it, Pellegrini!

The boys'll be real broken-hearted

if you come back all shagged out on Tuesday, Laz.

No worries, the wife used to be a qualified nurse!

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

Shit, yeah!

High-class bubbly!

Cryin' shame, wastin' it on the missus, eh?

Fair go, Farts!

For your exceptional services

to the dying art of holy matrimony.

Well said mate.

Open the card...

...there's bit of advice in there for you!

- The card, Laz... the card! - Hello, Moose!

Hi, Mrs Stillson.

Cool it, will you, Crabs!

Hey, listen that van of Lachie's has got grease on the fender...

Let's see it lookin' a million dollars, before it goes out, eh?

No worries! The, er...

The Merc's got to come down well and truly to the bones...

I'd like to lay a quote on Max this arvo!

Appreciate it, mate.

The er...

Yeah, yeah... appreciate that, too... Tell the boys, mate, will ya?

- See ya Tuesday! - Sure hope so, Laz.

Now don't go exciting them!

They've just had a McDonalds each. Strawberry thickshakes.

You'll be alright... won't you, boy?!

Good apprentice material, eh, Laz?!

And you just use a little common sense

on the highway this weekend, Larry!

How about a quick lube job, Ma?

Could seize... the miles that jaw's 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.

All survey units are requested to switch to Band-A...

The following alert comes from Security Central.

All survey personnel are requested to be on the lookout

for staff number 0327, involved in a plant accident yesterday.

The man must be located and detained.

The man must be regarded as dangerous.

Old Mol's usually pulled the plugs out by this.

Ah, sarge...

Nights like this, we go up the Cross and bust a few whores.

G'day, Herb!

You oughta get down the big smoke some time, Glor!

Make a bit on the side, you reckon?!

Reckon!

You 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 hon, love... Give us a trunk line.

What was that name again, mister?

Hold on love!

Stillson?

Ah... just a tick, Glor...

Race that thing, do you, pal?

Sorry?

That thing.

I wouldn't dream of it, Constable!

Just a lair then, are you?

Well, I guess you could pick 'em, Constable!

I see hon'. Too bad, mister... engaged.

Don't worry...

Kids have probably ripped the phone out of the wall by now.

Goodnight.

Why don't you get on your bike, and piss off after him?!

He'll keep!

Exchange.

Long distance, please.

We're after hours here, you know.

Please... I've been in a car accident...

Number, then?

Hello?

I have a Mr Smith calling, reverse charges, from Little Lower Woodbyne.

Will 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 3 days... It is urgent we meet.

Well, where are you, then?

Heinrich, I must have directions.

Where are you?

It is too late.

- Heinrich... Heinrich? - They are here.

Do 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 I mean somebody... - Some body?!

Down here? Come on!

Well, I saw it mate.

Carmey, 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.

Shit!

It's OK... Put out the flames 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 neg-driving rap, I reckon.

Larry!

Well, what do you want me to do?

Well, he's got to be somewhere, hasn't he?

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're a nut!

Never fear, doctor says it's curable...

Here, let me pop that for you.

"If music be the food of love... play"

For chrissake!

What's this blue...?

It's cellophane, baby... there ain't no ice!

- And a card! - Yeah, well that's...

If the good mechanic keeps his tools well-oiled...

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

Joke.

Is that so?!

- Automotive poets. - Squeek, squeek.

Larry... There's somebody at the window.

Hey, this is private property!

Are you alright there, Digger?

Hey, mate!...

Carmel!

Must be that truck driver!

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

Relapsed into a state of shock, by the look of it.

Yeah... me too.

Hey, listen why don't we bundle him up and get him off to hospital?

Sure... you know how far that'd be.

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

No, it could be just concussion.

It's OK... 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 freezing in here suddenly.

Can you get me that gown of yours, Larry?

Hang about, love... I'm hardly Mandrake, you know!

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.

He just needs to rest.

Don't worry, you're safe now.

Communicator Gray... security chief WALDO...

Schmidt successfully located in Lower Woodbyne

but not detained.

Has made connection with a party identified as Stillson.

Await further instructions.

We've received your message, Oates... Stillson security check is underway.

and we estimate our time of arrival as 0300 hours.

Debarkation crew have minus 8 minutes to complete convoy mobilisation.

Repeat... debarkation crew have minus 8 minutes to complete convoy mobilisation.

All other personnel are instructed to clear ramp area.

You blokes don't muck about, do ya?!

Not where we're dealing with a subversion of our national security!

What here?

It's no great headache, not to us, sergeant.

Heinrich, can you read us... Can you speak?

Still...speak...yes.

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, I'm afraid, Heinrich.

The spill! Calculated loss factor!

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

They've taken care of all that.

Oates... You 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, aged 30 years... Height 1.7m...

Rough roads play murder with your indigestion.

...Australian national... no known political affiliations.

Okay, driver... take it away!

Jeez, the car, quick! ** (indistinct)

- *, get going! - It's alright. Please.

You're going to be alright! I'm a nurse... I'm trying to help you!

I mean no harm.

** (indistinct)

It's a minor lasceration, that's all. Nothing to worry about.

- What's your problem, mate?! - Don't shoot, I beg you. I mean no harm.

Put that thing inside, will you Larry?

Will you turn that off, Larry!

Look, don't worry...

It's not even loaded!

There's ammo 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 come 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, yes?

"Bus Stop"?

Marilyn Monroe.

For her, I forget my studies.

What are you studying?

4th 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'd be "Stop Press" too, would it?

I'm sorry, what is this?

Look...

Forget the hospital... This guy needs a kindergarten.

He's regressing at the speed of light.

Will you cool the cracks, Larry!

Why? Laughter a bit deafening, eh?

It's a watch.

Electronic.

"Buck Rogers" comes true!

It's alright, Heinrich.

I do not understand... 1977 is some mistake.

You seem to have some memory loss.

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.

It's contaminated 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 OK there, mate? - Yeah!

Fix the pipe?

Yeah... Fit to brass monkey's, though!

Collared one for the boys!

What's that?!

Blocking the pipe.

I see what you mean!

See what I mean what?

The monkey's lost his nuts!

Funny one, Carm... Give us a hand, will ya.

Hey, it's a joke, Larry!

It's a joke, mate!

Come on mate... the game's over!

Larry, don't be a lousy loser!

You alright there, mate? Larry!

You bastard!

Seems to be making a fast recovery...

...if that playing's any indication.

Certainly beats "Chopsticks".

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 Woodbyne, I guess.

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

They can still trace the rego on that truck of his.

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

So trusting your memories to 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.

...quality has made them the biggest photo-finisher in Australia.

Time is of the absolute essence...

Eureka!

Pliers fixed her, Wal...

- Into the heavy stuff I see! - Heavy stuff?

Yeah... Goldilocks and the Beanstalk there.

Listen... feel free to rip into the automotive mags kickin' about.

OK? Into cars, are ya?

Cars?

Yeah... design the odd good ones, you Krauts!

Any idea where we packed the camera, Larry?

The old can't have a dirty weekend without the Polaroid... Remember?!

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!

Shit! Bloody clowns!

Pull up, idiots!

Have this!

Unit 1... you read me?... Over.

Unit 1... you read me?

Unit 1... you read me? Over.

Come in Unit 1!

Yeah, son... gotcha!

Oh, Sarge... bad news...

Seems old Molly kicked the bucket overnight... no suspicious circumstances...

The doc reckons it was her ticker.

God strewth! It never rains, but it pours.

Yeah... Reckons I ought to get her up to Pertam's freezer

before she starts goin' off.

I'll see you up there, son...

Chances are, we can do a bulk deal...

I just located that missing driver.

It's a little Dutch boy called Hans

who once saved his people from a great flood.

A story my father read to 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 walk in the door...

as the grandfather clock struck 8.

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...

"Bist du wach, kleiner Heinz?"

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'm parched.

Here, the water...

It's beautiful.

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

- No! - Heinrich!

You okay, love?

Molly, a friend of mine... 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, Sgt McSweeney goes fishing...

- What, all day? - It depends when he gets one.

What about the other one?

He's out of town.

Ring any bells?

Listen, I don't suppose you stock ammo?

Sure. What size?

12 gauge.

Rabbits.

Listen, when Sgt 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.

Can't be no more up there after last night. Reckon they've managed about 25 points.

Way I'm going ain't... twenty bloody years.

- Oh yeah? - I'm too poor... arsehole...

... Shipping out... make a bloody fortune...

Might get the bank manager off me back, that's for sure.

I bet this mother must've set you back a bit, eh?

- Double mortgage? - Treble.

- What're you cartin'? Produce or something? - No, (indistinct).

Reckon we could do a bit better than a can of Holsten.

Sure, I keep a little bottle in the office safe.

That just about does it, I think. Thirsty mutha.

$98.50.

Hey, you know your tarp's hangin' off the back there?

I 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... - Over the bonnet, son. Alright, legs apart.

Hey listen, there's some sort of mistake going on!

The only mistake I know of is yours, sonny!

I was just trying to do a guy a favour!

Some favour! Strangulation!

Game of stud still on tonight, Earl?

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 contacts

Schmidt and Stillson telephoned last night.

Waldo's credibility depends on it.

I know I got rights to one phone call.

Another one? Like these, laddie?

My lawyer... Okay!?

Y'all'll be summoned for false arrest...

Not to mention malicious damage to me car out there.

In the unlikely event of your ever seeing 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, laddie!

Jesus, mate, you got to let me out...

He's up there with my wife!

Just as soon as you identify the missing person.

The anonymous 3rd party.

I told you... It's Heinrich Schmidt!

- He's the killer! - Not that one, laddie...

This one.

The man you were in such a hurry to see.

Listen, pal...

For you... long-distance one.

I'll get the statement, okay?

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 civilisation here.

Yeah... it used to be a mining town.

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 bought something to have a hamper.

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!

Having troubles again?

It seems you made a hasty judgement.

You call this quiet?!

Yeah... it's 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 switchgirl...

Hello... exchange...

On second thoughts I think I'll persevere.

Holy shit!

Hold that thing, will you, driver!

I said hold it, arsehole!

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 well, in that case, I'll be more than happy to pay the damages.

You bet your arse you will... Make it snappy with the licence, 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 muggliers ought to get on like a house on fire.

If anything happens to my wife, I'll break your neck, arsehole!

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.

2-3-9.

What is it, Heinrich?

The clouds there.

Coffee grounds?

It's the death in my nightmare... It's 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...

2-3-9 you said.

What is 2-3-9?

It's what killed the animals in the barnyard.

I think for me time is running out.

You sure did some customise on that pushbike of his!

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

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

Listen... who is Gray, anyway?

- Gray 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, posing as an amnesiac.

He's probably trying to protect you both.

Protect?!

He's a killer, man...

My wife is up there in mortal danger, and I'm stuck here taking the rap!

Piggott!

Heinrich is no murderer!

He did a pretty good job with the guy out there in the Glad-Wrap.

Gray is the killer.

Heinrich is cool...

He is in the shit with us!

Us? You maybe mate, not us.

He's 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've never heard of him.

Listen...

Waldo isn't exactly human.

Waldo is a multinational corporation, working the arse-end of the nuclear cycle.

Heinz 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, laddie!

Whether you like it or not, we are all aboard.

No...

They can't take it!

They won't hold!

It's alright, Heinrich!

The tanks... won't take it!

It's just a big plane going overhead.

- That's all... - No. Don't you feel it?

You must!

It's shaking the ground... the earth!

Earthquake!

- Earthquake? - They won't take it!

We had an earth-tremor yesterday.

The tanks!

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 clouds there...

2-3-9.

The death in my nightmare.

2-3-9.

It is what killed the animals in the barnyard.

Larry's sure to get back here soon.

Come...

What is it?

What is it... that's coming up everywhere?

What are you trying to tell us?

The heat...

...it is too late!

They have come at last!

Pluto's men!

I just can't stress my commitment to public safety, sergeant.

She'll be right, 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 am awake, Papa.

[mumbling in German]

Go on, Papa.

Go on!

[mumbling in German]

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, chilled, stormy evening...

Taking 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.

You 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.

I see he's in good hands.

- He's sleeping... - I'm sure he is.

He must have medical attention.

On 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, I... - 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.

We'll pull him through.

Nevertheless, a lot of valuable time's 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 there?

Come on, doctor... Earn your keep!

He's too far gone...

You should have heeded my urgency this morning.

Shoot him up!

Come on, Gray... Leave him in peace!

Geez, Glor's must have the hots for one o' youse!

Home-made parfaits, on the house!

Don't think we're gonna give this place a 4-star rating!

Constable... what's the position with the phone?

Still under maintenance, pal!

Piggott... the moment I get bail, I'm gonna kill... again!

If only I knew last night what I know now.

Your mate Heinrich is certainly the kiss of death for holiday weekends.

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

That was in 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 home-made parfaits.

Don't worry. Once I get into the box on this bullshit charge...

...I'll be making an announcement. - I doubt it.

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'll end up as a holiday road-toll statistic.

We must know for sure... irrefutable fact.

Okay... so we get the facts...

I mean what good's that gonna do us?

Facts will get us nation-wide coverage.

Secrecy is the fuel that powers them.

Outside, we have the means to blow their cover.

Speak of the devil... Just talking about you.

I just got instructions to take you up to Paradise, Stillson.

I don't want any trouble... you understand?!

This is it, Larry!

This is what, pal?

Er, nothing, constable!

You better level with me, pal!

I've got a computer check running on your rego, 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've 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, Piggo...

I wouldn't go fiddling around under there, unless you got your munitions ticket, pal!

Get out!

Come on, Stillson!

What makes this heap of yours go?

Touch of the artist!

Okay, Rembrandt...

Let's just drive nice... and good.

Step on it, Stillson...

We don't want to 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, Piggott?

Look, slow down, will you, pal?

The Mafia are up there with my missus, are they?

Mafia? You're crazy, Stillson! You're tryin' to kill me!

The way you're goin'... you bet!

Look, you want a spare head in that hole of yours, Stillson?!

Sure... then we both go.

That'll be my boy Piggott, I suppose.

Funny... he's making good time.

That was him*.

How you thinking, Stillson?

Get out!

Eh?!

I said take a stroll!

Stillson!!

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 3 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, would 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!

Carmel...

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, Gray!

Refer your obscenities to Oates!

He's the lady-killer.

"Haste makes waste."

But in this case, so does hesitation.

Listen Gray, I've never seen that guy before in my life, so help me God!

Please, just not her... OK?

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.

Piggott's locked him up in town.

That slack Piggott!

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

The keys hang in the outer office.

Or... if you were Piggott...

I'd just slide it to you... and you'd have to grovel for it.

Grovel?... You'd have to be joking!

I'd hardly be Piggott, now... would I?

Hardly!

Gray's some cheapskate... At least Judas got paid.

'Fraid 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 sorta been getting the message loud and clear.

Heinrich's dying.

You want to 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 out there.

The tremor!

Fire away!

Hey... you okay?

- She's O.K... listen... - ** 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've persuaded them to let you go in.

She's had enough!

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

Heinrich?

Oh, Heinrich!

Hi.

Carmel.

She's here, Heinz.

Rem... ember you always.

I will too.

...sinking into a lower world...

Face to face with Pluto.

What's he on about?

- Pluto. - Delirium.

"Pluto's men", he said.

He knew they were coming.

Der Teil ist...

2-3-9.

Rest in peace, Heinz... it's over now.

2-3-9...

What is 2-3-9?

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.

It's spreading everywhere.

It was a one in ten 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!

Just until Gray 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 guy before in my life, so help me God!

But 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?

He gave us a bum steer in town.

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'd 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! - Leave 'em go, Oates.

(Indistinct)*, Oates, and your boss gets the like.

Unless you're hungry for seniority?

Fire away, Oates!

You've gotta make it, good luck!

Hold on for a bit of Duco damage!

Arple, if they're coming 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 for Health...

It should be noted that this warning is in the interests of your survival.

People are advised not to drink... repeat not to drink...

...from the Metropolitan Water Supply.

All perishable and pre-packed foods processed since the 11th of May

have been classed contaminated

and will be destroyed by the Ministry of Health agencies.

All breeches 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.

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