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Alright, who else?

Uh, we need to have the Wilsons.

Oh, shit!

-We can't forget the Wilsons. -The Wilsons.

Anyone else?

Uh... Thank you.

Um, nope.

I think that is it.

Alrighty, then.

Shall we?

Clear?

All clear.

Uh-oh.

-No. -Close call.

Let's roll.

Hey,this is Mitch.

Please leave a message and I'll get right back to you.

Please, tell me you're okay.

I've been trying the resort, but no-one's answering.

They're saying on the news that...

I'm so scared.

I need you.

I love you.

I'll keep trying.

I'll keep trying.

Tragic images continue to emerge

following the US Military's accidental deployment

of an experimental weapon

off the coast of Tasmania last week,

which resulted in the decimation of Hobart

and a total loss of life across the island.

Protests in Washington, D.C., have escalated

as pressure from the UN and the Australian Prime Minister

to hold the US President to account

has reached fever pitch.

Just why news reporters can't go into disaster zones...

I wasn't snoring, was I?

Not a peep.

You know, apparently they didn't feel a thing,

just kind of drifted off to sleep.

Hopefully, he's one of the lucky ones that wakes up.

...has started to take shape.

Stretching beyond the fireball at the centre of the blast,

an electromagnetic pulse

resulted in the catastrophic neural failure

of all living things on the island,

causing their death.

We urgently need volunteers to come to Tasmania

and assist in the aftermath of this disaster.

This is a task of unprecedented scale.

The nation calls upon you to stand up

and to show the resilient spirit...

Our nation thanks you for volunteering your services

during this dark time.

Please, place your phone in the tub

and make your way over to the hangar for registration.

Your phones will be returned to you

upon departing the island.

Thank you!

Welcome to Devonport!

Our nation thanks you...

Next! Nice and quick.

Over there, please.

Is this information correct? Is that you?

Go grab your kit...

- Next! - I wanna see my fuckin' wife!

- We get it! - Next!

Miss? ID. Hat off.

I'm here on a compassionate grounds exemption.

I'd like to join the body retrieval unit

down in the south of the island.

I need to get to a small town down there called Woodbridge.

No-one's going south of Hobart yet.

Sorry?

The whole city's still burning.

You're gonna have to sit tight till the fires are out.

Look, stick with your unit.

You'll make it south eventually.

Who was down there?

My husband.

I'm sorry.

It's just how it is.

Go grab your kit.

You'll be moving out soon with Unit 209 just over there.

-Next, please! -Listen.

I'm a physical therapist.

Maybe I could help out with things while I wait.

Your exemption was for

disaster victim identification,

body retrieval.

That's what you're doing while you're

on the island or you're heading home.

Is it true what they're saying?

I'm sure you've all heard the rumours

and I can confirm... they're true.

In rare circumstances, we're observing

unusual behaviour from some of the deceased.

Now, we have no way of knowing

when a victim may come back online.

But take it from me -

the lights are on, no-one's home.

Listen! Listen!

If you happen to come across a victim

who's showing signs of activity,

the military will be there to take care of them,

efficiently, with the dignity they deserve.

The odd ones that do come back online,

I can assure you they are docile, slow moving.

You have nothing to fear.

So just stay calm and let us do our job.

Hey, mate? Hey, mate? Can I just...

How many of them have actually come back?

Look.

If you come across one, pop your flare,

me and the boys will come in, sort it out.

Hey, you'll be alright.

Why only some of them?

It's gonna be okay.

Two to a house! Partner up. Let's move!

Thank you. I want to see a sense of urgency, people!

Move!

Over here!

You know, it was hard saying goodbye to them, but...

I felt like I had to pitch in down here.

What about you? Got kids?

No.

I'll check upstairs!

Hey, are you okay?

Uh, I need to, um...

I need to go.

I need to hug my girls.

Okay.

Sorry, mate.

I'm fuckin' done.

You're gonna need to find someone else.

Anyone home? Are you there? Oi!

I don't get it.

Why do only some of them come back, not all of them?

Fucked if I know. Poor bastards.

Imagine having to die twice.

Fuck that.

Are you just gonna fuckin' stand there or what?

Fuck.

Oh, doesn't the smell bother you?

-Of course it does. -Where's your mask?

How's that thing working out for ya?

Is it fuckin' cherry-flavoured or something? Up!

Great. Fucking great!

-Where are you going? -To shit.

-Is that okay with you? -Now?

I don't know. Find some fucking rope or something.

Horsepower's the only way we're getting

her fat fucking arse out of here.

With this ring, I...

If I can get it on.

Uh, I bind my life to yours... forever.

Do you know there was a chicken called Miracle Mike

who went on living for 18 months

after they chopped its head off?

- Oh, get fucked. - Nah, it's true.

The farmer who tried killing it aimed too high

and left, like, a little bit of its brain intact

'cause, you know, birds have these, like, big eye sockets

so the brain can't fit in the skull

so part of it gets squished into its neck.

Headless chooks... What are you talkin' about?

Well, don't you reckon they could learn so much

about, like, neural pathways and all that

if they studied one of the ones coming back,

instead of just blowing their heads off?

I'll give you the hot tip, alright?

You can think about this, that and a third, all you want -

but while we're here, we stick together.

- He's gonna wake up! - You get me?

He is! I know he is! He's gonna wake up!

He's gonna wake up... No!

Wake up! Wake up!

Come on.

No!

Wake up. Oh, my boy!

My boy...

What? So like a masseuse?

No, not like a masseuse. Like a physical therapist.

So you don't do massage?

Uh, there's massage involved.

My shoulder's been killing me

since we started lifting all these dead fucks.

You reckon you can take a look?

-Uh, maybe. -Awesome!

-Thanks, Ava. -I said maybe.

It'll happen.

I promise.

We have all the time in the world.

- Hey! Here! - Oi, hurry up!

-Hurry up! -He's in there! He's in there!

Go, go, go!

Fuck this!

Oh, don't fucking help!

Oh!

Hey, GTS Monaro. Fuck me!

Someone looked after you.

Clay.

Righto.

Oi!

They're coming.

Go forth on your journey from this world,

in the name of the Father, the Son and the Holy Spirit.

Amen.

Come on!

Let's go!

Fuck.

Keep it down, you lot!

Some of us are trying to sleep!

Fuck you!

Going somewhere?

I was just getting some air.

That's what the courtyard's for.

Surprised we let any Yanks chip in at all.

Ask me, should've been a blanket ban.

Go blow off some steam with that lot.

Four, three, two, one!

Well, Ava,

here's to all the Lady Mc-fucking-lard-arses

and their narrow fucking hallways.

Who knows what beautiful sights and smells

awaits us tomorrow?

So what's so special in Hobart, then?

My husband.

Ugh.

He was at a work retreat just south of there

at a town on the coast called Woodbridge.

The man in the garage today,

he seemed like he wasn't fully gone,

like a part of him was still there,

like he was lost, scared.

I saw a guy covered in fuckin' motor oil

who just came back from the dead.

Didn't spend too long gazing into his eyes.

He looked at me, right at me.

He seemed more than just nerve endings,

more than just a chicken without its head.

-If Mitch is like that... -Then what?

Goodnight, Clay.

Till tomorrow, partner!

Holy fucking shit!

What a fucking beauty!

I gotta figure out how to get this bad boy

past the higher-ups.

Give my fuckin' left nut to take her for a spin, hey?

What do you reckon they'd throw at me?

Talking months or years?

Anyway...

...good chat.

Jesus Christ.

Fuck me dead!

Some way to end a fuckin' buck's.

Check out the groom-to-be.

Best day ever.

What goes on tour, right? Yoink!

Oh.

Do you fancy a bump?

A little early for me.

Hmph.

So you ride, huh?

Been dicking around on dirt bikes since I was a kid.

Never got the chance on something like that, though.

On something like that,

there might be a way around the worst of it.

The worst of what?

The roads, the smoke, the army.

The main arteries will be a mess,

but once we get to Mount Wellington,

it looks like there are some narrow roads we could take.

If we stick to the suburbs that are already cleared

there should be a way to get to the highway

without them spotting us.

We're... we're 200 miles from the Enso Resort.

Leave now, get a good enough run, who knows?

Could be there later today.

You'd get to take her for one hell of a spin

and wouldn't even have to give up your left nut.

Whoa, whoa, whoa. Just wait up, Ava.

You might've signed up to this to find your hubby,

but I want to make a difference.

My country needs me.

The dead need me.

I'm just fucking with you.

-Mmm, I'll find some helmets. -Really?

Yeah, we'll need a full tank too.

Whoo! Alright, let's fucking roll.

Can you hear?

Ava! What are you doing?

Get the fuck away from it!

Whoo!

-You good? -Yeah.

Tuck it in!

- Oh! - Shit.

Quick. Over there!

Come on, come on, come on!

Fuckin' masks! Where the fuck are they?

Got 'em!

Fucking hell.

Fuck.

Fuck me.

Hm, okay, you win.

Really?

Oh, fuck!

-Want me to stop? -No, no, keep going.

Whatever you're doing hurts like fucking fuck,

but please keep going.

Mmm!

There, there, there, there, there. Fuck me.

So how long you been doing this, then?

Almost six years.

Just recently opened my own clinic.

What about your hubby? What did he do?

He's in renewable energy.

Every year, delegates from the company he works for

have a big meet-up.

This time around, it was someone's

bright idea to pick Tasmania.

Huh. Shit, hey?

What about you?

I'm a builder. I got my own little business in Melbourne.

I was putting the frames up on this old duck's reno

when she brought me over to the TV to watch the news.

Did you lose anyone close?

You hit the spot, Ava. I think I'm all good.

Where the hell did he wander in from?

Buddy, we're closed! Go be a dead cunt somewhere else.

Fuckin' hell.

I noticed a pattern with ones like him.

The longer they go on, the more agitated they become.

They start to lash out.

What are you two doing down here?

Taroona's restricted.

The whole south is.

We're from body retrieval.

I'm looking for someone.

Who?

My husband.

And you? What's your story?

-He's... -I'm helping her get there.

Chauffeur.

And where's that?

Woodbridge.

How'd you make it through Hobart?

Wasn't easy, mate.

We had to find our way around the smoke.

It nearly cost us our lungs, didn't it?

Hmm.

That's some bike you got there.

Yeah, she was a little dusty,

but she'll be better for the run.

Take it for a spin.

Come with me.

He needs to make an official statement.

So do you, so wait in there.

Chow down on whatever you want and we'll be right back.

It's alright, Ava.

It was fun while it lasted.

Sit tight.

Let's go.

So it's just you all alone out here, is it, mate?

-No unit? -Into the kitchen.

Hey, listen, I know you've got to follow protocol,

but can't we just keep this in-house?

No harm, no foul, right?

I'm sorry, Mitch.

Why didn't you pick up when I called?

You said you wanted to talk, so let's talk.

Some mate you got there.

Bloke did a bloody runner.

Said he needed to take a piss.

I gave him the benefit of the doubt

and he left me in the dust.

Spent the last couple of hours trying to find him.

They'll throw the book at him now.

Look, Ava.

I know what you're going through.

Closure is important.

So I'm gonna give you safe passage through to Woodbridge.

But...

if you find your husband...

I hope you understand what that could mean.

And I also need to know that you're not gonna do a runner.

I... I'm not. I promise.

We just need to pick up a few things first, alright?

How much further?

Almost there.

The place was run by an old farmer and his wife.

The whole place was stocked with canned food

before I stationed here.

I found some meat in the freezer.

Another day or two before it turns.

Well, come on.

I'm a half-decent cook when I want to be.

I thought you were just picking up some things.

I'm running on fumes.

So, let's grab something while we're here.

Don't let it get cold.

Try some of the corn.

"If you're hungry, you'll eat anything."

That's what my dad drilled into me since day dot.

He was an army man too.

He actually met a colonel once

who was right there when you Yanks

first started toying around with that pulse technology.

Hmph.

Of all the patches of ocean

they could've tried it out on, hey?

It still doesn't seem real.

Katie.

My wife.

We were expecting our first.

A little boy,

only a couple of weeks away.

She was down here visiting her folks in Queenstown.

You don't mind if I...

I was part of a training exercise

up in a place called Townsville on the mainland.

You know it?

As soon as I heard the island wasn't radioactive,

I talked my way onto one of the first choppers down here.

Found them in the house.

Katie's childhood home.

They were all, uh...

sitting around the kitchen table,

middle of breakfast.

Toast rack was still full.

I picked out a nice-looking tree in the backyard.

This dinky little swing Katie used to have as a girl

still hanging from it.

Started digging.

Made it all as nice as I could for 'em.

I'm sorry.

People, when they get sick, you know, terminal...

their loved ones, they get that... that moment,

the long goodbye.

The way this went down,

the rug getting pulled like it did...

I don't know.

It was a special kind of cruel.

It meant everything, getting to see her for myself.

Don't know what I would've done without that.

She didn't come back?

When are we leaving?

Soon.

Before we get going, there's, um...

something I need to ask you.

Uh, how's it going in there?

I'm ready.

My hair's a little wet. Sorry.

Your hair's fine.

You saw she was a redhead anyway.

Just one dance. That's all.

If you don't mind.

Here.

This will help.

You're beautiful.

I'm sorry, Katie.

I love you.

I'll always love you.

I'm sorry I couldn't protect you.

Both of you.

I can feel him in there.

Oh, what a trip.

That's not it.

You're not wearing it.

You...

You're not wearing it.

The song's ending.

I told you to put everything on, the ring as well.

The song's over.

Do you mind swapping it out?

You said one dance. We danced.

Now, please take me to my husband.

But, uh...

But...

You ruined it. I...

You ruined everything.

Uh, I'm sorry. It's... it's my fault.

I should have double-checked.

Uh... Can you please put it on?

No. I'm not taking my ring off.

We need to start again.

I'm not taking off my ring. I'm not starting again.

Please. I played my part.

Put it on...

or our deal's over.

Stay back.

Ava...

I said stay back!

Arggh!

No...

Hey, hey! Wait! No!

-Ava! -Stay the fuck away from me!

I'm not your fucking wife!

Leave me alone, please!

Leave me alone!

Ava, open the door.

Please, just come out of there, okay? Let me explain.

Ava!

Oh, my God.

You want to know why only some of them come back?

It's 'cause they're the ones with unfinished business.

Like Katie.

She wasn't ready to go. It wasn't her time yet.

All she wanted was to be a mum.

And she will. She'll be a great mum.

Ava, open the door.

Please, Ava. You don't understand.

He's alive. I felt him kick.

He's waiting for his mum.

He's waiting for me.

Open the fuckin' door!

Ava! Open it!

Ava, come out of there! Come out of there!

Just listen to me! Please!

Ava!

Ava!

Ava!

Ava?

Ava?

Come on.

Ava?

Ava, come out of there.

It's not safe.

They're getting more hostile by the day.

Look.

I'm sorry, alright?

Ava?

Ava, come on. Just come out and we can make things right.

I said I'd take you to your husband.

We can still do that.

Just come out of there.

Ava, come on.

You can't stay in here all night.

Sweetie, I can't find my ring.

Did you see it?

Shall we go get it?

Then we can finish our dance.

Come out of there.

Oh, you poor thing.

Let me patch you up.

Would you?

Of course.

It's too late, Ava.

You ruined it.

You shouldn't have ruined...

Ugh!

Please, Mitch. Please stay.

I don't think that's a good idea right now.

Well, at least let me drive you to the airport.

No...

The car's almost here.

I'll be back in a week. Let's talk then.

Oh!

Oh, please!

Arggh!

Just a little further.

Just a little further.

Hi, babe.

I'm here.

She's pretty.

Was pretty.

Well...

...nothing to report?

No unfinished business?

Here I am.

I'm right here, Mitch.

We're just gonna leave this giant fucking mess

the way it is?

Wake up.

Please, wake up.

Mitch?

Mitch, please.

Please, wake up.

Please.

Ava?

Ava?

Mitch?

I wanted to start IVF.

He said we just had to give it time.

We started fighting.

A lot.

I didn't know what we were to each other anymore.

I hooked up with someone.

I told Mitch about it before he flew down here.

I thought if I could find him...

...any version of him...

...that I could somehow fix things.

But I can't.

Hannah, my daughter,

and her mum Bridgette.

They don't want anything to do with me.

I thought I'd come down here.

Show them how selfless I am.

Thought maybe they'd see me in a new light or something.

I called Bridgette and told her I was pitching in.

A big fuckin' hero.

She told me to get fucked.

I came down anyway.

I thought I'd... still show her.

Believe it or not,

sometimes I just can't get out of my own way.

Stupid.

Anyway...

how'd you get away from that fuckin' psycho?

You first.

Ava...

Ava!

Phew! Just like old times, hey, partner?

Are you gonna hurl?

Oh, shit.

Sorry, Ava.

Are you fucking serious?

Sorry.

Fuck!

Your move, ginger.

I'll just go around her...

What the fuck are you doing?

Fuck.

Ava?

What's she waiting for?

Ava!

Hey.

Here.

Hey, hey.

Hey, you're okay.

Hey.

Hey.

Hey, shh.

You're okay. You're okay.

Hey.

You're okay.