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- In today's fast moving world,

with it's 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 revitalization of your well being.

Come and find out what it'sall about at Vimuville.

I fixed Ryan.

He won't get far.

I gave him a little going away present.

As I expected 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 A-59

to kill 20 rabid rottweilers.

He won't make it 'til morning.

Homesville.

Pebbles Court.

Noble Family.

Need the update.

Cheryl and Brian Rand, terminated pregnancy.

Sal is the man we need to look into.

Sperm donation.

Paul Matthews, five million in debt.

Target number one, Paul Matthews.

9 Pebbles Court.

So, she leaves Bruno and starts, you know,

fucking coming up to me.

And, like, she goes, "Bruno sucks."

- Bullshit, man, no way, no fuckin' way.

- Yeah, man, yeah, she goes for me.

She goes for me.

- Not another Roman conquest, Sal?

- Excuse me?

Excuse me?

What would you fuckin' know, Paulie?

Mr. 30-Something?

But, serious, mate, let me tell you a great joke.

Elton John.

- Homesville.

- You want Petrol?

- Detergent.

- Hey!

Fuck.

Fuck!

Fuckin' pill poppers.

Why can't you just get some fuckin' sleep?

- What a fuckin' idiot!

Cheryl, car 70 in Homesville.

We are in pursuit of a road runner.

Brian.

- That's alright, love.

Probably just kids on a joyride of somethin'.

See, dreams of a pregnant woman can get very weird.

Beware.

Beware.

- Assholes!

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

- The first phase is hallucinogenic.

The second phase is glandular.

The third phase is...

- Right.

- Get down!

- This your van?

- It's his.

Is this guy dead?

- How 'bout yes?

Gino!

- Uh, excuse me, sir, do you need us?

You know, like, for questions and stuff?

- Names?

- We was just... - Names.

- Gino Argento and Sal Ciccone.

Anyway, we was just headin' off..

- Where ya goin'?

- Opal mining.

- Yeah, up near Broken Hill.

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

- Parents?

- Parents, they're offvisiting some relatives.

Sam.

- They'll be back in about a fortnight.

Sam, over here.

- Okay, skedaddle.

Oh, could hang on?

- I'm goin' out to the airport, man.

- Well, alright, alright.

Off you go, the lot of you.

I'll get back to you this evenin'.

- 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 seat belt.

The firststage is hallucinogenic.

The second phase is glandular.

The third phase is... Oh, God!

- Hallucinogenic?

That's either bad poetryor a pretty good clue.

- Could be both.

- Too many drugs.

- Hello?

Oh, very good.

Thanks for telling me now that I've come out here.

No, no, yes.

Fine, no worries. Yes, good.

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?

Geezer, look at the photo again.

Fucking hot.

Man.

You better be right about this, Gino.

- Sal, I'm not bullshitting you.

She said she was a fucking doctor.

We're talking spermdonations, clean country air,

and a health farm packed with women.

And we get paid for it.

- Man.

This is gonna be ace.

- Got a fag?

Ah.

Bastard.

Fuckin' mongrel.

Last time he pulls a shit act like that on me.

Never been here before.

Least it ain't raining.

Piss falls all the time in Sydney.

You from Melbourne?

- Yeah.

Yeah, yeah.

- I need a place to stay.

- It's a killin' machine, it's got everything.

Dum dum dum.

Like a, chippy, chippy, come on, Frankie.

Like a drivin' power,

like a big fat tire, it's got everything.

- G'day, mate, we're lost.

- Yeah, in the middle of nowhere.

- On the knocker,

you're in a four horse town called Nowhere.

A little Outback humor.

- Well, it's not on this, mate.

- I suppose that's big smoke humor.

Yeah.

You need a windscreen.

- Yup.

- Suey!

- That one's Bab.

And this is Bronto.

And you can call me Pud.

- What'll it be?

- Um...

Coffee and toast?

- Nah.

We've got breakfast, lunch, and tea.

Mack!

- So, uh, where you's from?

- Melbourne.

- Where's that?

- Mack, get out here!

- Mack's the brainy one.

- Paul.

Paul, wake up.

Look, I know this job cansometimes be a bit boring,

but this is ridiculous.

- What time is it?

- Are you alright?

- Yeah.

I'm okay.

- I thought you were out.

I buzzed you earlier, didn't you 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.

- I'm gonna leave the keys here

and I'm gonna check the tires.

- 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.

- Is it true what they say about you's

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 it's 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, spermatos a elgrosso.

- Yeah, families sure are... - Gino!

- Strange things.

Hit her right between the eyes!

Is that aboriginal for something?

- What the fuck is it?

- Don't you know nothin'?

It's crazy word.

- Shit.

That's the fuckin' adrenal gland.

You're fuckin' mad.

- Psycho jelly!

Psycho jelly!

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

- Hey, Sal, watch the third leg, pal.

- Psycho jelly!

Psycho jelly!

Yahoo!

- Do they do this often?

- He had the fucking ebola.

This better be a good lead, buddy.

- There's a health farm there, Johnno.

Do you some good.

- This body is in great shape.

I don't need some doctor

working up some bullshit schedule for me.

I am in touch with my body, Sam.

- Man, doing burnouts was never this good!

Unreal, un-fuckin'-real.

- Hey.

Do you want

a love bite?

- Sure.

- Hey.

Looks like your oldman's seen better days.

Was this a hospital or something?

- Oh, I don't know.

Pop never talked about those days.

Says he worked in some kind of germ factory.

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

- It's all so mixed up.

But Pud reckons we got this place from the family.

- Shit!

- What the fuck was that?

- Nothing.

It's just a cock here.

I'll be back in a minute.

- Fuckin' Slab's gone and done it again,

the fuckin' dirt bitch!

- How many times do I have to tell ya!

Keep 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 around.

You're goin' nowhere in that truck.

- Damn our cars.

There's never enough legroom.

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.

Mm.

- 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 in the solar 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.

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

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

Go on, get in the car.

We've wasted enough time already.

- Johnno!

You're still here, man.

What, the secret service job didn't through, aye?

- 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

pamalin, euphoria, deena, vasopressin.

Or, maybe he was just sniffing textile.

- That looks like a 9.

Paul Matthews.

- Well, he was one healthy dude.

Unnaturally healthy.

Now, I'm talkin' new drugs here, right?

Not your 70s designer shit

or your 80s ghetto powders.

I'm talkin' fuckin' 90s, man.

Cognition enhancers,

designed to take your mind

into new introphenomilogical 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 not your darkest fantasy.

There are many women in the world like me,

and there are many men in the world like you.

And we are all

in

your mind.

- Oh, hello.

- Mm.

- 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 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, aye?

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.

His protein intake is at the highest at the moment,

particularly at night.

Up until their birth,

babies are the ultimate parasite.

But, everything's under control, so don't you worry.

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

- See you then.

See you.

- You alone?

Yes, doctor.

- We have to decrease Cheryl Rand's dosage.

- But that will invalidate the results.

We can't help that.

The 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.

Ever 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 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...

- Fuck the chain store, what about the cops?

Something is wrong.

Your boyfriend under-reacted.

Cheryl Rand is overreacting.

Mm.

Mm.

What about the Tortelli 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 phthalimide.

- Beauville!

We're shipping the tablets this evening.

- But that's way ahead of schedule.

Doctor Carrera...

- Doctor Carrera is incharge of infield 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 neighbor.

I'm Thompson Noble.

- Hi.

- And I'm Angelica.

- Cheryl.

- Oh, kids, say hello.

Now, this is Elloise, my eldest,

and that little brat is Brandon.

- Can we get a move on?

- Brandon.

- Nice to meet you all.

When you get back in, 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 Doctor Carrera, Cheryl.

- Doctor Carrera.

I think...

Can you drop your

placenta one month prior to birth.

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

- Doctor Carrera, can you come over.

Now.

- I'm on my way.

- Brian, Doctor Carrera.

Can you meet me at your place right away?

No, no, no, everything's alright.

I'll explain when you get there.

Now, there's nothing to worry about.

- Cheryl!

- I never would have expected him

to be capable of such a thing.

- Murder weapon's covered in fingerprints.

Probably his.

You have any other patients in this court, Doctor?

- Why, yeah.

- You know Mr. Paul Matthews?

- 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 it's first phase, has

hallucinogenic delusions.

- Well, yes, yes, there are many of them.

- And in its second phase,

glandular complications.

- Most viruses initially effect

cerebral perception in one way or another.

Dizziness, vertigo, tunnel vision.

- Was Cheryl Rand taking any kind of special medication.

- No.

Not to my knowledge.

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

Welcome to Vimuville, I'm Shaan.

- Mr. Noble, my wife.

- 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.

Dig in.

- All the food you see here

is of the same meganutritional value,

designed to appear 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.

- Ooh, a bit of the PMT, eh, sis?

- Fuck off, wiener dick.

- You bet I'm gonna fuck off.

Tonight I'm gonna sleep under the stars.

- You're such a he man, Brandon.

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

- I hope you break your neck.

- Ladies and gentlemen,

this one will be over the fuckin' top.

- Honey.

- Mm?

- Are you sure about Brandon?

- Oh, don't worry.

I saw him smuggle him tin tin with his luggage.

He's camping outside tonight.

- Got a real gem for your Pebbles Court collection.

Now check this out.

- Holy earache.

- And for the grand finale.

- I've stored the Nobles urine samples.

Um,

can me and Bough have some more vitties?

So, what happened to your last supply?

Those V-2s, they're piss weak.

How about some 44s?

- Forget it.

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

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.

- Bough, 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, Bough, stop it.

Stop it.

- Ow.

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

You should take a cold shower.

Mm, baby, oh yeah.

Yeah, baby, baby, baby.

Oh yeah, oh yeah.

- So.

Still into drivin' a merc, are we,

Crackers?

- Don't forget that your advanced hearing

is the result of my chemical breakthroughs, partner.

- 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.

- Suey!

- What

is this.

- Well.

When we parted company,

I made sure I took a little something from the lab.

I knew you'd give yourmaster plan a second shot.

You see, without that little additive,

the body cannot control its new powers.

It might even

explode.

Very fucking messy.

It's all falling apart, eh, Crackers?

All those people at Vimuville.

You and your megabods!

You fucking...

You were wrong then,

and I'll make sure you're wrong now.

I love it!

I need it!

Yeah!

In the power machine!

All right!

Hold tight!

- Oh shit.

- Thomps.

You alright?

It's alright, nothing to worry about.

- Thomps?

Elloise!

Elloise!

- Shaan.

Quick, mom needs help.

Something's wrong with dad.

- Vimuville,

the best place in the world for your body.

Quick, in the car!

Oh my God!

- Kill them!

- 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...

- No, don't give me that shit.

Just get the doctor.

You've got to come up to Vimuville.

Something terrible has 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've been over 20 years ago.

- The food.

The food, they've all eaten it.

- Yes, madame, I'm listening.

- Mom.

- Mm.

Mm.

The human body.

At best, a neglected engine running on cheap fuel.

- The 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.

- You're finished, Doctor Carerra.

- No, not quite, Detective Phillips.

- Don't even think about it.

Police force 5 to Airborn 930,

is Sam still with you?

Yup, still here.

- We put up that quarantine you requested

on Pebbles Court.

But, Sam.

- Yeah?

- That fuckin' thing's been chucking up

for the past 20 minutes now.

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

Now, look, we finally caughthim in your office, Sam.

Now, the only trouble is,

young Jordan's trapped in there with him.

- In my office?

- Move it!

Every one covered.

Move it!

Keep down!

Keep those corridors covered.

Keep them covered!

- Fuck a duck.

- Jordan now.

Jordan now, come.

Jordan.

- Sam, over here.

Keep away from the door.

What the fuck is wrong with this guy?

Is he sick or infected or what?

Sarge, getme the fuck out of here!

- Get the paramedics.

Get Willy up here now!

- Hooey.

He's got my fucking shirt on.

- Cognition enhancers, eh, Willy?

You should see the bodies coming down

from that crazy, bloody farm.

- You should see the new death certificates.

Death by hypernatural causes.

I kid you, but I love this fuckin' job.

Ooh, not feeling queasy are we, Johnno?

- What would you suggest, Willy?

- I, uh...

I suggest some aspirin, Johnno.

- Sam.

Would you get me some aspirin, please.

- Ah, catch that speed freak yet.

- Yeah, he bagged himself.

- That guy was one crazy asshole.

Detergent?

Jesus.

Yeah, that's right, thanks, Sarge.

Be careful out there.