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Mayday, Mayday!

This is the Tiri!

We have broken our mooring!

I repeat, we have broken
our mooring!

This is a Mayday call!

President Johnson has expressed
thanks to New Zealand

for supporting the United States
in Vietnam.

In local news, Auckland
Mayor Dove-Myer Robinson

says if the city's
transport infrastructure

isn't addressed,
there could be, by 1970,

traffic delays
by up to 15 minutes

on the Auckland Harbor Bridge.

That's the news.

Now it's time for chamber music

from the New Zealand
Symphony Orchestra.

♪ You're so groovy, girl ♪

♪ Just like a movie, girl ♪

♪ You fill up my world ♪

♪ But I can move ya, girl ♪

♪ Wish I could
choose you, girl ♪

♪ 'Cause you're my groovy girl ♪

Good luck.

Who needs luck?

You'll be late.

♪ I'm gonna make you
feel my love ♪

♪ I'm gonna take you
to the stars above ♪

♪ I'm gonna make you ♪

♪ Feel my love ♪

♪ Feel my love ♪

♪ Whoa, feel my love ♪

♪ Oh, yeah, feel my love ♪

Ah, the late, great
Richard Davis.

Help me here.

I've got a hole on page ten

where there's supposed to be
200 words

on the Piano Accordion
Society's big concert.

I sent someone to cover it.

I know.

Our music editor.

It was indescribable.

You've got until 10:00
to describe it,

or you're gone by lunchtime.

You've dropped the ball
once too often, Davis.

Christ.

Richard...

- Hey, fellas!
- What did you think of the song?

Loved it.
You've done a hell of a job.

So, do you think
they'll play it?

Just leave it to me.

I'll get you boys on the radio.

You've been listening
to the delightful sound

of Vera Lynn.

Now it's time for a half hour
of chamber music

followed by this week's
cooking program on 1ZB.

♪ I'm gonna take you
to the stars above ♪

♪ I'm gonna make you ♪

Mr. Davis,

the government
broadcasting corporation

does not and will not play
fringe music.

Fringe?

You mean rock-and-roll.

For God's sake, it's 1965.

All you play is music
by dead people

or people who sound
like they're dead.

Well, you are entitled
to express your opinion

just as the New Zealand
Broadcasting Corporation

is free to play whatever music
it deems appropriate.

You mean Soviet State
bloody radio, more like it.

We moved programming here.

- Minister.
- Please, don't let me interrupt.

Oh, not at all, Minister.

- Mr. Davis?
- Was that Jim Willis,

the Minister of Broadcasting?

Yes.

What? No, no, no.
No, you... you...

You can't just... you...

Excuse me!

Richard Davis, Minister.
Music promoter.

Trying to get some bands
on the radio.

- Bands? Brass bands?
- Rock bands.

I'm sorry, he's not
with the corporation, sir.

There's a huge audience
out there

that the NZBC
isn't catering for.

Oh, it's good to hear
voters' concerns.

Um, this gentleman
will assist you.

What the hell was that about?

So sorry, sir.

Typewriter.

You don't need a typewriter,
Davis.

Clear your desk.

You've missed
your last deadline.

For one late article about
piano accordions, he's a...

Prick?

Him and prick number two
at the broadcasting corporation.

Shafted twice in a day.

Want to go for three in a row?

Maybe it's a sign.

This is what
I've always wanted to do,

and you've always told me
to do it.

You're always telling me,

"You've got to chase that dream,

life isn't a dress rehearsal,"
and all those other cheesy...

- Cheesy?
- But true.

And now I've got
my first exhibition coming up.

Maybe it's your turn
to take a chance.

You mean the boat?

If that stiff from
the broadcasting corporation

had said yes to you today,
how much rock-and-roll

do you think they'd be playing
a year from now?

Half an hour after midnight?

You know what you're saying?

Only what you and Morrie
have been talking about

ever since I met you.

Well, it'll mean no money
for a while.

We might have to sell
the caravan.

I'll take some extra hours
at the office.

Morrie is still up for this,
isn't he?

Get in there, you little sod.

Morrie!

G'day!

Pass us up that prism, would ya?

Suit yourself.

I'm doing it, Morrie.

Told the boss to stick the job.

If I hear one more
Vera Lynn song, I'll go crazy.

- You want to have kids?
- One day.

I wouldn't stand
in front of that thing.

Microwave radiation.

Shit!

Rock solid these radio masts.

Of course, being attached
to land helps.

So, have you got a boat?

Your mate.

I'd love to help you stick it
to those bureaucratic nitwits.

That's why I'm getting
out of shipping,

too much government red tape
coming out my ass.

But money talks.

And cash up front isn't exactly

your guys' strongest point,
per se.

What we're offering you, Frank,

is the chance to be
a shareholder in the company

and on the ground floor.

- Better than cash.
- Ha!

Nothing is better
than cash, mate.

Ooh.

Hmm.

That's a car and shares,
you reckon?

Yeah.

She's a beauty.

I'll tell you what...

Come back Thursday.

There's a coastal trader,
90-footer.

Been around,
but she's in good nick.

Okay. Great!

I knew we could
count on you, Frank.

You're bloody lucky
to have this fella.

Fix anything.

So there's a bit to fix
on this boat, then?

Ha! Nothing you boys
can't handle.

I love the color.

Of course, the boat is no good
without a transmitter.

I think I found one.

Well, that's good.

Is Alex up with
the state of play?

Welcome!

Welcome to the fifth
formal social.

Now, remember
that for the waltz,

the boys may take the girls
firmly, but gently

by the waist and the hand.

And at all other times,
boys and girls must remain

at least 18 inches apart.

Ready, please, with the music.

♪ Boy, I don't know what to do ♪

♪ I'm so in love with you ♪

♪ Hey, no matter what they say ♪

♪ I, I want you anyway ♪

Don't imagine you'll be paid
for this... this travesty!

He does it
for the love of music,

and that's what I respect
about him.

- How's life at the ad agency?
- Oh, the pay is good,

but they treat you like crap
to make up for it.

How'd you like to sell
commercials on a station

you'd actually like
to listen to?

I've heard this before.

- Have you got a boat?
- Have I got a boat?

- Got a transmitter?
- Yup!

Got one of them.

Heard that before, too,
for about three bloody years.

No, really, I've got
a good lead on one.

DJs?

Twelve fellas lined up already.

"Sick of playing
the same old pensioner music?

Want to stir things up,
play rock-and-roll?"

Where'd you stick these up?

By the urinals
at Broadcasting House.

You're bloody shameless.

So where are
these auditions then?

Broadcasting House, of course.

♪ Got me a job ♪

Okay, gents!

Quick as you can, fellas.

♪ Brand-new world
for a working man ♪

♪ Start in the morning ♪

♪ Start the day ♪

♪ Yeah, I was born with a job ♪

♪ And my pay ♪

♪ All the time ♪

♪ Watch me be ♪

Okay, Rufus, this is your shot

at making music history.

Okay, Radio Hauraki,
a new kind of music station.

Let's hear what you've got.

Good evening, listeners,

you are listening to Rufus
on Radio Hauraki.

- I'm just gonna stop you there.
- Yes.

Um, can you try it again
just a bit...

- a bit smoother maybe?
- Smoother.

Just loosen it up a bit.

Yes, shaking it out.

We're going for a younger feel.

From the top.

Good evening, uh,
you are listening to Rufus

on Radio Hauraki,

supplying all
your rock-and-roll needs.

Yes, I think that was it.

Uh, Des?

Des!

Hey, man! Yeah, I'm here.

- This is your shot...
- Guys,

you guys are out of sight!

- You want to try the script?
- Try the script.

Radio Hauraki...

Uh...

Radio Hauraki broadcasting live.

Can you feel it?

♪ In the sky ♪

Shit, it's not a funeral.

You guys got to practice,
loosen your mouths up

- or you'll die in there.
- Is that right?

And who the hell are you?

Someone who's gonna be heard
all over Auckland, let's hope.

I think you're full of it, mate.

Don't worry, If you're good
enough, you can join me.

Okay! Next.

Hey, mate,
you dropped your Tang.

- And in three...
- So how much are you payin'?

- Two...
- Do we get a clothing allowance?

One.

It's a quarter to midnight
on Radio Hauraki.

Turn up the volume and let
the neighbors listen too.

It's The Rolling Stones
getting their kicks

on Route 66.

Okay, uh, Wayne,
let's see what you've got.

Here at Radio Hauraki...

This is Radio Hauraki
with The Beatles,

it's been A Hard Day's Night
with Tim Stud

on a cool, cool-looking Monday.

So, how much did you love that?

Wasn't bad.

Be here 10:00 tomorrow.

So this is where
the radio station is, is it?

All will be revealed.

Lucky last.

And you are?

P...

P... P... P... P... P... Paul.

God.

- Give him a go!
- Okay.

Uh, could you give us a level?

Yeah.

One.

Yeah, and in your own time.

Radio Hauraki.

Playing today's music today.

If you're hungry, get on down
to Famous Burgers.

They've got prime beef burgers
for 60 cents,

and they'll throw in
the beet root for free.

I can smell that sizzle
from here.

That was great!

Well, this is it!

Are you ready
to make music history?

What? In... in here?
You... you can't.

He knows he can't.

You need a broadcast license,

and they're not giving them out.

Yeah, government's
got a monopoly.

Unless there's a way around

these anti-competitor bastards.

There is.

This.

See, fellas, where we're going,

we don't need a bloody license.

Radio without a license?

- Isn't that...
- Illegal?

Thanks for flying
Radio Hauraki Air.

Let me tell you a bit more about

the other Radio Hauraki
directors.

Morrie.

The sort of techie
who can make a radio go better

by just standing next to it.

I trust him like a brother.

Don't think
he's your standard techie.

He loves his music
just like the rest of us.

Alex here, the top junior
advertising exec in town

and the manager
of his own music company.

He'll handle the sales side.

And I'm the crazy bastard
who's wanted to do this forever

'cause just like you, boys,
I want to hear some real music

on the radio,
something that rocks.

So get in, buckle up.

Rock-and-roll, baby.

Okay, last eight.

Take a good look, fellas.

The sparkling blue waters
of the Hauraki Gulf.

New Zealand is over there.

And that's New Zealand too.

Auckland City is 20 miles
back that way,

but right here, we're more
than three miles from land

in any direction.

The triangle
of international water.

Which means New Zealand law
doesn't apply here.

We can do anything we want.

Shit, Morrie and I could
get married.

Steady.

Excuse me, Mr. Willis,

the Prime Minister
will see you now.

Jim, have a seat.

Horse racing, chamber music,
and recipes.

A station that plays what
you've always wanted to hear,

but never hear on the radio

'cause this government's
got radio by the throat.

Well, now we have got a chance
to change all that,

to make some
rock-and-roll history.

What's this?

That's a direct challenge

to the authority
of this government,

that's what it is.

Long-haired beatniks
and agitators

trying to take over
the airwaves?

And it's on your watch.

My people are looking
into it, sir.

But a radio station on a boat?

A ship, state of the art.

- So what are we supposed to do?
- Two DJs on the ship

at any one time
working the ship.

Two weeks on, then swap out
with the other two.

- But it's not always this calm.
- He's right.

She can cut up rough
in the southerly.

So, we record the music
on reel-to-reel tapes

back on land,
stops the needle jump,

and we bring the tapes out here

by launch once a week.

Too bad if we chunder,

so long as the music
is as smooth as your mom's bum.

Even got our frequency
sorted out.

1480.

Top of the dial.

Sounds good to me, boys!

Hell, always wanted
to be a pirate.

You're Minister of Broadcasting

and Minister of Marine.

It's been reported
as a radio station on a boat.

You should be
all over this codswallop.

- Well, of course I'll...
- It's election year.

We can't afford to be seen
pandering and pissing about

with these activists.

People expect
strong government, Jim.

Take care of these upstarts.

Why do I have to read about this
in a newspaper?

Sorry, Minister,
it's completely out of the blue.

Who is he?

The ringleader is Richard Davis.

He's just a radical
with a crazy idea.

He doesn't have any resources.

Jesus!

So you call this
"state of the art"?

It needs a coat of paint,

but that's good, solid
British engineering.

F... f... fuck.

Yeah, five fucks is about right.

I thought you said
it was seaworthy.

She will be

by the time you've fixed her up.

Not quite the royal yacht,
is she?

Is this the only one you've got?

For five or six months.

We can't wait that long.

Can we get this seaworthy?

A lot of it's labor.

Well, we've got that.

She will need
the hull strengthened,

a new rudder, pile of new parts
for the engine,

steel reinforcing
for the transmitter mast,

and a generator, of course.

Maybe we can cut some corners,
call in some favors.

- There's a bit of work here.
- A bit?

Are we looking at the same boat?

So, I'll be honest,
it's more work than I thought,

but Morrie says we can get
this boat seaworthy.

Whatever Morrie is smoking,
I want some of it.

You know, right now,
the Americans are building

a rocket that can fly 20 times
the speed of sound,

put two men on the moon
and bring 'em home again.

They're doing it
because they believe in it.

We've got something here
we can believe in too.

And I reckon
if they can pull that off,

we can scrape some rust
off this boat,

sail it out to sea,

and play some shit-hot
rock-and-roll.

What do you say, boys?

Shit-hot rock-and-roll.

I'm with ya
with or without the weed.

Two weeks till the exhibition.

You know the feeling when
you can see that big break,

but you're sure you're
going to screw it all up?

No, I don't know that feeling.

Aren't we feeling
a little confident?

Look, I know it's not
until next week, but...

Happy anniversary, sweetheart.

Honey.

Is paying for all that
going to be a problem?

No, we'll have money rolling in

from advertisers any day now.

That's why we've got Alex
out there selling.

Oh, nearly forgot.

The, uh, keys
to your new Triumph.

Remember, we have to be
as professional as possible.

- Prepared?
- Don't worry about me.

I'm ready to blow the roof off.

Let's hope we can secure
that 7,000 then.

I'd settle for six.

Let's just put on a good show.

♪ Hey, girl ♪

Radio Hauraki for 10:00.

Certainly. Just take a seat.

♪ Hey, girl ♪

Hi there.

I'm Nick.

So, the golden boy
from my biggest competition

quits his job
for a radio station

that doesn't exist

and comes to me
to buy advertising on it.

You fellas are pulling
my tit, right?

Give us 30 seconds.

If you think
we're wasting your time,

you'll never hear from us again.

Or we could just leave now.

No harm listening
now that you're here.

Not you, Clive.

The target audience.

♪ I can't wait for summertime ♪

♪ The sun does set my
surfer girl ♪

Unlike others, Radio Hauraki
won't bore you to sleep.

We're on air to have fun
and spin the hits

no one else plays.

And we don't talk with
a silly English stiff upper lip.

So join the good guys
on Radio Hauraki.

You've already listened
to enough dull, lifeless radio

to last a lifetime.

All right, all right,
back to work, chop-chop.

I've possibly got
half a dozen clients

who might be interested.

Tell you what,
put me for $12,000.

Twelve thousand?

Yeah, more to follow
if it takes off.

Well, that sounds fair.

We're down to tic-tacs.

Our terms are payment
in advance.

Well, they may be your terms,

but they're not mine.

Invoice me the day
the boat is on the air.

Played them like a piano.

I got
the receptionist's number too.

Sorry, I thought I could
get him to pay up front.

We'll be back.

Too bloody right.

This place stinks of money.

I'm sure
the job description said,

"Sit behind a microphone

with thousands
of beautiful women

hanging on your every word."

Do me.

Got something for ya, boys.

Well, we're pretty strapped
for cash,

but there's a check here
for everyone.

However, there's possibly
not entirely enough money

in the company bank account.

What sort of cockeyed
organization is this?

The sort where some of you
can get paid.

Are you ready?

- Nick.
- Yes!

Ha-ha! You sweet thing!

See ya, boys.

Gentlemen...

Richard Davis
from Radio Hauraki.

Ah, yes, the transmitter.
This way.

- I do believe I can help.
- You sure can, mate.

These things are as rare as
hen's teeth.

I'm not electrically minded.

More your classic parts
collector,

and then this turned up.

Voila, the transmitter.

Ah.

Jeez.

Is it not the right source
of transmitter?

It's more of a 1930s
printing press.

S'truth?

Is it?

♪ It's something boy all right ♪

♪ Make me feel,
make me feel so right ♪

♪ The way you kiss me,
you're warm inside ♪

♪ My dream is coming true,
all right ♪

♪ Said baby, you're gonna
let me love you ♪

♪ Yeah, baby, feeling so good ♪

♪ 'Cause I love you ♪

♪ I'm really gonna love you
so right ♪

♪ So right ♪

♪ So right ♪

♪ All right ♪

Brilliant. Now that's music.

Hey, guys, great song.

I'm sure even Elvis
would struggle

- to keep up with that.
- Oh, thanks, man.

So when do you reckon
we can record it?

Not long. As soon as
the Tiri is finished.

Is there anything
we can help you guys with?

You betcha! We can use
as many hands as we can find.

All right then,
what time do you want us?

7:00.

S... s... see ya then.

See ya, boys.

Of course, if we can't find
a transmitter soon,

there won't be much point
working on the boat.

Popular, though,
this band of yours.

Got all sorts of fans.

Great.

Mr. Davis.

- Yeah?
- The Minister of Broadcasting,

Jim Willis, would like a word.

Mr. Davis.

Jim Willis.

We've met,
at Broadcasting house.

Of course.

You've been in the news
since then.

A radio station on a boat.

So have you got yourself
a radio transmitter?

You'll need one of those,
I'd imagine.

Since owning a transmitter
is illegal

and you are
the broadcasting minister,

my answer would have to be
a resounding "no."

You're challenging the authority

of the New Zealand Government,

of which I'm a Crown Minister.

Well, then save yourself
a headache and license us

so we don't have to put to sea.

It's not that simple,
I'm afraid.

The New Zealand
Broadcasting Corporation

caters adequately

for the public's appetite
for radio.

Well, in that case,
I'll be sending you a postcard

from international waters.

From Mount Eden Prison,
more like it.

I know you've been using.

Broadcasting House
for recordings.

Next time, you'll be charged
with breaking and entering.

- I thought it was paid.
- It's not.

Hi, doll!

What?

No, I don't want to know.

- Ask him.
- You're a month behind.

Sorry, that's all I've got.

Sweetie, I'll get that sorted
next week.

What about the car registration?

Have we got the money for that?

You can drive
without a registration.

Just don't get caught.

I am chased for money
in the middle of the street,

and you are telling me
to drive the car illegally.

Have you had a good look
at this place lately?

Where is all
that advertising money

you said would be pouring in?

I thought you would be
in proper offices by now.

We've got it.

Got what?

The money from advertisers.

- It came in yesterday.
- Really?

Yes, really, I'm just trying
to be careful, okay,

hold the purse strings tight.

I'm responsible
for a lot of people, Judy,

and it doesn't help to have you

second-guessing me like this.

Well, why didn't you
tell me that earlier?

Because I've been busy
organizing things.

Well, that's great news.

Really, it's great.

But tell me next time, okay?

So I'm not left in the dark.

Got to be joking.

- What the hell is that?
- It's the latest color!

And I got it for a good price.

I'm not bloody surprised.

Hey!

You missed a bit.

Be better if you picked up
a paintbrush.

Can't. Got to go meet
Lisa's parents.

P... parents, my... my ass.

Alex's bedroom, more like.

Hey, fellas, looking good.

Very bright.

How's it going?

Pretty good.

Plenty of hard
yakker going on it.

Apart from that skirt-chaser.

It's the parts we need.

What exactly?

Mooring cable, fuel tank,

hundred-foot radio mast.

Got to pay for
a heavy-lift platform

to get that mooring slab
out there too.

Shit, Morrie.

And that small matter
of the transmitter, of course.

You've got that sorted, eh?

Hey, we'll get there.

Hey, Frank, paint those walls
white, will ya?

Can't all be yellow.

Okay, try that.

Gah, shite.

- What size bulb did you use?
- Hundred.

No, I said 60 watts maximum.

If we blow a fuse at sea,

we'll lose a thousand listeners

every five seconds
we're off the air.

- This is second rate.
- Oh, really?

Well, so is what
we're being paid.

Boys!

Come on, pull it together,
we've got a job to do,

not scrap with each other.

Aye-aye, Boss, you're right.

Is it true they've discovered

we're using Broadcasting House?

Yeah.

I've still got hours
of programming to record.

Don't worry about it,
I'm working on it.

Oh, Richard, uh,

I didn't want to say
anything before, you know,

not in front of the other boys.

Uh, my wife, she just lost
her job at the factory.

She also fell pregnant.

It's just I don't know
if I can do this anymore.

No, no, no, I'm not... I'm not
after a handout, mate.

Just hang in there a bit longer.

It will get easier, I promise.

Thanks.

See?

We're getting there.

Round up the boys.

I just wanted to say thanks
to all of you

for sticking with me
up till now.

I know we've been able
to pay you,

well, bugger all,

but that's about to change.

I'm arranging for some funding,

put you on decent wages
and get us some proper offices,

some decent recording equipment,

better than that clunky old gear

at the corporation.

That's more like it.

Where's this funding
coming from then?

You just leave it to me.

Here is the booking fee.

Twenty percent.

Isn't that
the penalty interest rate?

No, the penalty interest rate
is 30%.

And these are all your assets?

Excellent.

If you could just sign here.

♪ Summer loving, party tonight ♪

♪ Bands play
till the morning light ♪

♪ Ooh, Mama, rock with me ♪

♪ Summer loving, wild and free ♪

♪ We'll go dancing tonight ♪

♪ Summer loving
feels all right ♪

♪ We'll stop,
look at the stars ♪

♪ I tell you, girl,
love is ours ♪

♪ She took my hand
as we walked along ♪

♪ Everybody's still
singing this song ♪

♪ Singing summer loving,
party tonight ♪

♪ Bands play
till the morning light ♪

♪ Ooh, Mama, rock with me ♪

♪ Summer loving, wild and free ♪

- You okay?
- Let's do this!

Paul.

Thanks.

Nick. Uh, uh...

Got to be this time.

Either that
or another printing press.

What's the password?

The eagle flies at midnight.

Got to be careful.

They're snooping around already.

- Who is?
- Two fellas in gray suits

in a Vauxhall.

- When was this?
- Yesterday.

Here.

U.S. Navy, World War Two.

They used it to talk
to their submarines.

Any good for what you boys
are up to?

You beautiful, beautiful man!

All right, steady.

It's good then, eh?

It's enough for a warrant, sir.

We can confiscate
the transmitter

and stop them dead
in their tracks.

Wait until Davis
comes back for it

and then have him arrested.

Make a nice headline.

Oh, and Davis's crowd
have also applied

for a two-way radio license
to communicate

between the boat
and their office.

Oh, of course,
I'll see that it's refused.

And set up a meeting with
the chief marine inspector.

Yes, sir.

You're gonna love this.

They refused us
a two-way radio license,

so, uh, meet Roberta,

our ship-to-shore radio.

- Jesus!
- Don't curse.

That's a hundred percent
thoroughbred homing pigeon.

What's he doing here?

By order of
the Marine Department.

You're a week early, we've
still got work to complete.

If I can't inspect today,

then it'll be a month
before I can come back.

Right.

- She's all yours.
- Thank you.

♪ No, no, no, no,
no, no, no, no, no, no ♪

♪ They call me ♪

♪ your little yo-yo ♪

♪ I said they call me, girl ♪

♪ Your little yo-yo, yo-yo, yo ♪

♪ Oh, baby ♪

♪ I'm telling you now ♪

♪ There's not a show, no ♪

♪ There's not a show now, girl ♪

♪ There's not a show now ♪

♪ I heard there's
not a show, no ♪

♪ No, no, no, no ♪

♪ No, no, no, no, no, no ♪

There are 98 breaches
of the codes

- that require rectification.
- Well, that can't be.

- Ninety-eight?
- Bullshit.

Until you fix every one,
this contraption

or whatever it is
stays impounded.

Ugh, Christ!

Is this boat even safe?

Ah, for God's sake.

Well, it's all right for you.

You get to sit in your office
and have coffee brought to ya.

It's not your ass
bobbing about out there!

- Oi, fellas!
- These are all

just minor technical breaches.

There's nothing here
that affects

the seaworthiness of the Tiri.

It's just a delaying tactic.

Nothing to do with safety?

I'll stake my life on it.

Let's get the transmitter
aboard.

We leave tomorrow.

You really got
this transmitter then?

Isn't that what I always said?

So who's coming with me
to pick it up?

Richard Davis, I'm arresting you

for attempting
to procure a transmitter.

I've been called a lot of things

in my short, amazing life,

but never ever Richard Davis.

Right, you, get out of the way.

- What do you want?
- Police.

Mr. Ernest Briggs, we have
a search and seize order

for an illegal
radio transmitter.

Transmitter?

Better luck next time, boys.

♪ Early in the morning ♪

♪ Way hay and up she rises ♪

♪ Way hay and up she rises ♪

♪ Way hay and up she rises ♪

♪ Early in the morning ♪

Hang on!

Oh, gonna be a waste
of good rum!

Shh, shh, I just want to say...

I love you, guys!

So eat, drink, and be merry!

- Be Morrie!
- All right!

For tomorrow we die!

Tomorrow we die!

Oh, still slaving away.

I thought that man of yours
was meant to be helping.

He is helping.

He's just not helping me
at the moment.

Mm, pirate business, eh?

Well, never marry a seaman.

That's what mother used to say.

♪ Ah, let me hear you
talking to me now ♪

Bloody Nora,
how the hell did they find out?

Um, I told Lisa.

She might have told
a friend or two.

Sorry.

Right.

We're gonna have the boys
leave the wharf by 4:00.

Keep the lights off
the Tiri tonight.

Here he comes!

Are you one of
the Radio Hauraki DJs?

S... sure am.

- Hi.
- Just make sure you call.

Mom and Dad
while I'm gone, okay?

You know how much they worry.

Be careful out there,
no taking any risks.

I'll be all right.

You just look after
our wee bundle.

That should jam
their headquarters signal.

Shh!

Base to Car 55,

there's a robbery in progress
at Vulcan Lane.

Can you please render
assistance?

Copy that, Base.

We're on our way.

Thank you for coming.

I know you've all been waiting
patient for news

as to when the Tiri
is likely to sail.

- Yup?
- Everything all right

down there?

Aye-aye, listen Captain.

I'm now in a position
to give you that information.

The Tiri has just set sail.

I'm sorry,
but you will appreciate

that we wanted
the best possible run

for international waters,

and lining up the side
of the wharf with flashbulbs

wouldn't have given us that.

Where is she now?

What beauty.

We're on our way, boys.

Well gone.

You bugger.

If it's any consolation,

you're the first to know.

How about a photo then?

Can you give us that much
for the morning paper?

- Bye!
- Bye!

- Bon voyage.
- Okay, keep it up.

Hold that.

Here we go.

Is that what I think it is?

Yup.

Three-mile limit triangle.

International waters.

Yeah, boy.

Attaboy, welcome to the world's
newest radio station!

Got ya!

This is rock-and-roll, baby,

at long last on Radio Hauraki.

- You little beauty!
- Broadcasting live

from the top of the dial

where there are no politicians.

Bloody, oh.

Just you and me and a whole lot

of great rock-and-roll.

We're kicking off with a band

we've all been waiting
a long time for.

It's The Yellow Sprockets
and "Love You All Night."

There we go, that's it.

♪ I dreamed of a girl like you ♪

We've done it!

Chew on that, Willis!

♪ All right ♪

♪ So what I needed,
what I needed was you ♪

♪ But, girl, you hit me
from out of the blue ♪

♪ I dreamed of a girl like you ♪

♪ All right ♪

♪ Said baby, you're gonna
let me love you ♪

♪ Yeah, baby,
I'm feeling so good ♪

♪ 'Cause I love you ♪

♪ I'm really gonna love you
so right ♪

You hear that?

Sound of freedom.

Breakfast!

Guess I'll be throwing yours
straight overboard

next time, then, eh?

That's disgusting.

It's gonna be a long two weeks.

There will be more supplies
coming on the launch tomorrow.

This is the bloody life.

One night at sea
and already on shore leave.

Just keep your heads down.

Try not to run into the fuzz.

Aye-aye, Captain.

You've done it,
you've really done it.

Everyone's listening, here!

Top of the dial.

I am so proud of you.

And I'm proud of you,
sweetheart,

for putting up with me.

Now I believe tonight
a very special woman

is having a certain
art exhibition.

Should you be seen out
in public?

They might arrest you.

Oh, just let them try.

They've already tried once
and failed.

Now tonight,
it's your turn to shine.

Nothing can stop me
from being there.

- Hi.
- Hey.

The curator, Doogal Withers,
my husband, Richard Davis.

Oh, called me Doogie.

She really is quite
a find your Judy.

I've got my eye on her
for a while.

So have I, mate.

But as for you,
what a kudos having you here

this evening after
all the commotion you caused

last night, you know, I'm...
I really am quite a fan.

You like rock and roll do you?

Well, not really
but anyone who takes on

those hide bound old farts
in the government,

they're all right by me,
excuse me.

Hey everybody, there's a pirate
loose in the building.

Hey-hey.

Hey um, what ever possessed
you to do it?

Oh, it's not my choice

to be bobbing up and down
on the ocean blue.

I'd much rather be on land
with a broadcasting license.

That's right, Richard Davis.

Yes, the Nouveau Gallery.

Wondering if I could get a get
a quote from you, Minister.

Who likes the Rolling Stones?

How many of you
have heard the Rolling Stones

on the radio ever?

Not one, right?

Well, that's what
we're fighting for.

To stop 'em.

Move aside!

Richard Davis,
I'm arresting you on a charge

of illegally taking
an uncertified boat

and putting that boat to sea.

I require you to come with me.

Now this man does not
like the Rolling Stones.

Right, that's it.

Hey, hey, hey, come on, come on.

Stop it, stop it, stop it!

Stop it, get off of him!

I warned you
it would end like this.

End?

This is just the beginning.

How's that election campaign
going, Jim?

See from what I hear you're
loosing ground because of us.

The blockade I put in place

will starve your men.

Your little radio caper's over.

So bring your boat back to shore

before someone gets hurt.

Nothing is over.

My men will drink
their own urine

before surrendering to you.

Well..

They may have to.

Davis' wife, obstruction.

Come to gloat, have you?

I can assure you, madam,
I have not come to gloat.

Your husband
is breaking the law.

Well, you've got yourself some
real hardened criminals tonight.

Minister, this way.

There's a small crowd out front,
Minister.

We'll take you out the back way.

No, no, that won't be necessary.

- Here's the vicious pig.
- You're a disgrace.

- They've done nothing wrong.
- It's a break of civil right.

Piss off Willis!
Piss off Willis!

Piss off Willis!
Piss off Willis!

Look at them, a lunatic fringe.

- There seems to be...
- Piss off Willis!

There seems to be
a misunderstanding.

Now I've arrange for
Mr. Davis and his wife

to be released on bail.

The courts will deal with this
matter in due course.

Released?

Good evening.

Why'd you do that?

They'll be out on bail
tomorrow anyway.

Keeping him banged up will only
make a martyr out of him.

I'm sure you'll have
this whole thing wrapped up

long before the courts
ever get to him, sir.

There she comes.

Right on time.

This is the coastguard,
you're of breach...

- What is it?
- Regulations.

Hi, Radio Hauraki.

- Yes?
- Bloody blockade.

What is this? A communist state?

We just have to do it
another way.

Shit! It's like being
at war with your own country.

Okay, so what other way?

We cut the number of runs
the supply launch does

and do them at night,
cover of darkness.

We'll use the sea plane
more often.

It can only land when it's flat.

Lofty's already had
to turn back twice.

Doesn't have to land.

We use a water tight container.

Something that will float,
fill it with tapes

and essential supplies.

And what?

Push it out the window?

Why not.

We're at war.

The post office just called.

The phone lines
at the exchange are crashing

- from too many people calling.
- What sort of calls?

People ringing to say
they love the music.

That's worth money in the bank.

Radio Hauraki broadcasting live.

Bringing you the best
in New Zealand music.

With the Yellow Sprockets,
Groovy Girl.

♪ Wish I could choose you girl ♪

♪ Cause you're my groovy girl ♪

Turn that racket down.

♪ Yeah you fill up my world ♪

- Ey mate, got it.
- Got it mate, here we go.

Come on you bastard,
come to daddy.

25,000 more listeners
in the last month.

Gentlemen, if you're not
advertising with us

you're going backwards.

Ah, gotcha!

There'll be more next week.

Looking forward to it.

♪ You're so so groovy girl ♪

Radio Hauraki
with a special hello

to Wendy from Mission Bay.

If you'd like to ring
and leave your details Wendy,

I got an Irish gift package
coming to yah.

Special delivery.

♪ Groovy girl ♪

Should be on the T... T... Tiri.

I'm letting the side down.

End your day with Cadbury's
drinking chocolate.

Mhm-mhm. So smooth.

♪ I'm gonna take you
to the stars above ♪

♪ I'm gonna make you ♪

♪ Feel my love ♪

The Commodore, Minister.

- Steven.
- Jim, good to see you.

I heard you've been
having some trouble at sea.

Who will rid me these
troublesome pirates?

I hope you're not suggesting
we carry out

some firing practice
around the Hauraki Golf.

No we need to box clever.

Show them up
as the law breakers they are.

Can you get me some
photo reconnaissance

of their position?

I can probably make you
a scrapbook of photos

- if you wanted them.
- Excellent.

Let me know
the instant that boat

strays out
of international waters.

By all means.

And once they do stray?

Then we get some
of your navy friends

to send in a frigate
and arrest them.

Consider it done, Jim.

♪ Captured by all
of your charms ♪

♪ I'm in heaven you see ♪

♪ When holding
you closer to me ♪

♪ Falling in love,
yes it's true ♪

Good evening, darling.

Hi.

Care to have dinner with me?

All right.

♪ You know I want to say ♪

♪ I love you baby, you see ♪

♪ Say you'll stay here with me ♪

♪ Fah-la-la-la ♪

♪ Bah-bah-bah-bah ♪

Mm, mhm.

Mhm.

Excellent, uh-huh.

To us.

And good fortune.

I love you, sweetheart

because you're my girl.

I know I am.

Ah.

Madame.

Monsieur.

♪ Bah-bah-bah-bah ♪

♪ Bah-bah-da-doop-dah ♪

♪ Do you want me baby ♪

♪ Like I'm wanting you ♪

♪ Will you love me
the way I'm loving you ♪

♪ When we're dancing ♪

♪ Baby, I'm loving you ♪

♪ Baby I'm loving you ♪

♪ Keep dancing with you ♪

From midnight tonight,
any advertiser

buying airtime on Radio Hauraki

will be unable to claim a tax
deduction for that expense.

This should make you popular.

This government
is squarely on the side

on law abiding businesses
and citizens.

And will not stand by

while a group of publicity
seeking individuals

do as they please, thank you.

Any comment Minister,
on the latest poll

showing your government
down to a four-point lead?

That's better.

Christ,
they even got the Air Force

trying to give us the shits.

It worked for me.

They'll be checking our
position.

Not much chance of that changing

being tied to four tons
of concrete, ey.

Until they send a submarine.

That bloody Willis.

We've lost seven advertisers

since he pulled that
tax deducibility stunt.

Clients are running scared.

Okay, hang on,
we have 115 clients.

That's what? Five percent
who've conformed with Willis.

The point is, Richard,
it's trending downwards.

We can't afford to lose
a single client right now.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, I hear you.

So who's the biggest
of the seven?

I'd like to help you
but what can I do?

I can tell you what you can do.

All my clients
are ducking for cover.

Just because they
can't claim a tax deduction,

Christ Clive, even without the
deduction they're still winning.

- You haven't heard have you?
- Heard what?

Minster Willis
is putting it about

that anybody doing business
with your lot

could find themselves
with a nasty tax audit

from the
Inland Revenue Department.

Audit?

Yes.

Breakfast.

Fried ham in a can

and you better like it

'cause there's nothing else.

Ugh, Jesus Christ.

Might pass on that.

A dummy overflowed
into the bilge.

Ugh, what I wouldn't give
for a whole bloody share

of my wife's home cooking
right now.

Can you just get out?

Go.

Look, I know that I've missed
a couple of payments

but can we sort something out?

It's just a short term
cash flow hiccup, that's all.

I know the situation well.

A cup of tea?

No thanks.

Coffee then?

Why are you being so nice?

Oh shit.

If you need it now
and you're strapped for cash.

Farmers is the place
because at Farmers

there's one month interest free.

Excuse me.

What the hell are you doing?

We ain't farmers mate.

Repo.

Great.

Just great.

♪ No, no, no, no, no, no ♪

Wait! Wait! You can't do that.

This says they can apparently.

You never told me
all of this was on credit.

Credit?

Is there anything else
you haven't told me?

Oh man, we're screwed.

Hey! Stop!

Hey, I talked to your boss,
we've come to an arrangement.

Come to visit tomorrow, mate.

Shit.

Dammit. Fuck.

♪ You're on your own
but not forever ♪

♪ The rain just keeps
on pouring ♪

Hi, I've got good news.

Where's the car?

Out front.

It's not.

It's where I parked it.

Shit.

Someone's nicked it.

Great, just what we need.

- I'll... I'll call the police.
- I'll do it, I'll do it.

Hello?

It's for you.

Hello?

Yeah.

I see.

Thank you.

Bye.

Doogal at the gallery.

I had a buyer for a painting,
that was the good news.

Told me she loved it.

But she's reneged.

Said she's changed her mind.

I hate being strung along
like that.

Silly cow.

Hey.

Hey, hey.

You'll sell another one.

Don't let that get you down.

You are much, much
better than that.

You got a lot on your plate
at the moment, Jim.

The election coming up
and those radio renegades.

Well, it's good
to take some time off

from the constant toil of heavy
handed straight repression.

Well, keep it up I say.

Yes, but already I grow weary
at the thought

of having to burn more
pop music records tomorrow.

Well, there's probably
some people

who actually think
you might do that.

What do you mean?

Well, I understand
there's a bit of public support

for these radio pirates.

In the public a fickle.

There's that song,
The Times They Are A-Changin'.

By that long haired beatnik.

- You mean, Bob Dylan.
- Well, they may be a-changing

and I'm not one for standing
in the way of progress

but it's not progress
when people operate

- outside the law.
- Here, here, brother.

It's the slippery slope
to anarchy, nothing less.

And attack on the very
fabric of society.

Verna,
this chicken was delicious.

Yes, it was.

If you'll excuse me.

You're listening
to Radio Hauraki

and we're all at sea
on top of the dial 1480.

Hello, Uncle Jim.

Can you believe that these girls

really want to meet us.

What do we do?

Come on, keep up.

The girls can wait.

It's a beautiful thing, Murray.

Yeah, yeah,
it's a beautiful thing.

Now make your move.

I'll raise you.

Ugh, nope.

Too rich for me.

Thank you, gentlemen.

You are beautiful too.

- Aerial.
- Ugh, again.

Of all the bloody nights.

Worthless, you twat.

Here you'll need one of these.

Careful mate.

Nick! Nick!

Nick!

Nick!

Nick!

Nick!

Police might have found the car.

Hello?

Yes.

When?

I'm leaving now.

Jesus Christ, what have I done.

Come on, Nick.

Where are you, mate?

We're low on fuel.

Head back and fill up.

We're not stopping
until we find him.

Thanks for coming in.

I just wanted to say...

I can understand if any
of you want to pull out.

It's a difficult time.

You're all doing
a hell of a job.

Thanks.

Richard, Richard.

- Shit.
- Just what we need.

Jesus Christ!

You're like a dog with a bone!

I'm truly sorry for your friend.

But if wouldn't have happened if
you hadn't broken the law.

It wouldn't have happened
if you'd just given us

- the bloody license.
- You took that boat to sea.

You're the one responsible
for Nick Denson's death.

You know it.

And they certainly know it.

I came here to tell you
that my department

has traced the sea plane
you've been sneaking around in.

You can tell your man
to come in.

It's over.

I know you think I'm a joke.

Following the rules
while your lot

just thumb your nose at them.

All we want is the freedom to...

Freedom?

You have no idea
what that means.

The freedoms my generation
fought and died for.

The freedoms
you just take for granted.

It just hasn't occurred to you

that in order for these
freedoms to be preserved

there must be rules,
there must be law.

But not for Richard Davis
and his pirates.

Well, look where it's got you.

How many more lives
are you willing to risk?

What are you doing?

I'm leaving you, Richard.

You're what?

They took everything.

Have a look,
there's nothing left.

Money we owe to a loan shark.

Sound familiar?

It's all right, I can fix this.

Stop lying to me.

It wasn't their first visit.

No, on that visit
they took the car.

You already knew that,
didn't you?

Taxi.

I'm your wife.

You should've been
honest with me.

Look, I've talked to the men.

And they're all behind you
not Willis.

We're in the trenches together.

You can't do this!

We all want to go
back out there!

- Are they here?
- Yes, of course.

Bring them in.

- Thanks but...
- We're not giving up

without a fight,
the war is not over.

- Yeah, too bloody right.
- If they want the Tiri

they can come tow it
away themselves.

That won't look goo... goo-good
in the papers either.

I really appreciate this.

I really, really do.

But I've made my decision.

I won't put any of your lives
in danger again.

But we fought tooth
and nail to get here!

I said no!

Tell Murray
there's one more tape

coming out for broadcast.

After there,
the Tiri comes back.

Is there any
recording equipment left?

It's the old Twotrack.

This is Richard Davis.

Director of Radio Hauraki.

I have taken the decision
that from midnight tonight.

Radio Hauraki
will cease broadcasting.

♪ Yeah baby,
you're gonna let me love you ♪

♪ Yeah baby, feeling so good ♪

Go away, my sister
doesn't want to see you.

Please, Karen, I..

I just need to tell her
that she was right

and I was a fool
and if she doesn't believe me,

listen to the radio tomorrow.

She won't hear a thing.

It's over as
of midnight tonight.

Okay, fine, I'll tell her.

Just tell her that I love her

and that I always will.

And one day I'll figure out
how to make it up to her,

all of it.

Cause she's still my girl.

From midnight tonight,
Radio Hauraki

will cease broadcasting.

I want to apologize
to all our supporters

who stood by us.

Without you we never
could've gotten this far.

From all of the staff
here at Radio Hauraki,

including our hero Nick Denson,

we thank you.

While it lasted
it was one hell of a ride.

So goodnight

from the good ship, the Tiri.

And goodbye.

The rally, it's at 12 o'clock.

We're going to get back on air,
Richard.

- You tried him at home again?
- Yup, still no answer.

- Thank Christ.
- Where the hell have you been?

Busy.

What's this about a rally?

At the town hall, everyone
wants us back on the air.

Who organized this?

The... the... the p... people
did that, the listeners.

And get this, Jim Willis
is going to be there.

- Oh is he now?
- The election's Saturday.

He wants to trot out
his usual bullshit.

But now you're here,
you can speak against him.

This is our chance
to turn this thing around.

- Get broadcasting again.
- Where's Murray?

Tiri won't start,
she needs a new starter motor.

The old girl didn't want
to come back home.

Let's go, rally's in 20 minutes.

Can't wait to see the look
on Willis' face now.

You'll have his guts
for g... g... g... garters mate.

No.

Why?

You know why.

We're not going out there again.

I don't think you understand.

This rally, all these people,

they don't want us on the Tiri.

They want what
you've always wanted.

A license to broadcast
from land.

Nick would always say
how funny it was

having bugger all money
and working 80 hours a week

but then he'd tell me
how happy he was.

Music history, he'd say.

And even though
there's a part of me that wishes

that he'd never met you,

I know what Nick
would say right now.

What's that?

He'd say,
"Finish what you started

and get that bloody license."

Your speech, Minister.

Thanks.

Sir, have you read this?

Haven't got time for that.

- Right.
- Let's go.

Minister, I have the
Prime Minister on line one.

Hello, Prime Minister.

Go Richard, yah!

Thank you for coming.

I'm Richard Davis
from Radio Hauraki.

We started out on this adventure

because whenever
I turned on the radio

all I could get was chamber
music and horse racing.

When I'd rather hear
The Beatles.

- The Beatles.
- He means us.

Then I realized,
this was really about choice.

Who should choose
what we listen to on the radio?

Us or politicians?

Damn right it's a basic
freedom of choice.

Like the freedom
to walk down the street.

Freedom of speech.

Men and women have died
for that freedom.

Well, why not the freedom to
listen to what we want to hear?

What you want to hear.

May I?

Thank you, thank you, Mr. Davis.

I appreciate the opportunity
to speak to you this afternoon.

We don't!

Now this government
has taken a strong,

and at a times, unpopular
position on broadcasting

and I make no apologies for it.

I'm deeply sorry
that it's taken a tragedy

for Radio Hauraki
to cease its operation.

The government
has always encouraged

entrepreneurs with bright ideas.

These daring
and audacious young men

have proved their medal.

Therefore, I'm pleased
to announce and present

the granting of the official
land based broadcasting license

for Radio Hauraki
effective immediately.

This is dedicated to our most
loved colleague, Nick Denson.

We got the bloody license, Nick!

Get me out of here.

Yes!

It's true then?

Oh, you bet it is, darling.

- Oh, show me!
- Voila!

- Yes!
- See this?

License to broadcast from land.

Best day of me life!

Ooh.

Yup, best day of my life.

Murray,
we've got to tell Murray.

Let's go out there
and tell him ourselves.

Yes, to the Tiri we go
for one last boat ride.

One last boat ride!

Sir, I don't see why
it's you who's resigning.

It's a matter of principle.

But the Prime Minister
he's... he's just wrong.

It's not the job
of you or anyone else

to question
the Prime Minister's authority.

Sorry, sir.

Two more boxes to go to the car.

And Barry...

thank you.

Yes, it's Radio Hauraki 1480.

You can't keep us down.

We are back coming
and coming to shore, baby.

♪ When I first met you baby ♪

♪ You didn't want
to know my name ♪

- Cheers.
- Cheers.

- Thank god.
- Too bloody right!

- Take that Willis.
- Couldn't have done this

- without you, mate.
- Couldn't have done it

without the Tiri.

Here's a toast to the Tiri.

To the Tiri!

All right, better get this
fitted, boys.

- To Murray.
- To Murray!

Oy, getting queasy there,
Popeye?

Ooh!

- Here we go.
- Here we go!

So if you take all the marine
inspectors and your bureaucrats

and your politicians
and you lay them up,

hand to hand under
the Harbor Bridge,

what do you get?

- What?
- Who cares.

Ugh!

Alright down here lads?

Better check on Murray.

What the hell's going on
up there?

Oh shit!

- The mooring cable snapped.
- What!

We're drifting onto rocks!
Sound the siren!

You break into the program
and send out a mayday,

Brendon,
gather all the life jackets.

I'll find Murray, come on!

- Shit!
- Move! Move!

Mayday! Mayday!

This is the Tiri!

Mayday! This is the Tiri!

We have broken our mooring.

I repeat,
we have broken our mooring

and are drifting off
to the rocks.

This is a mayday call!

Jesus we're right on top of it!

Murray!

Murray!

Mate!

Come on, mate.

The ship's moving,
I can feel it.

You got that right,
we're almost on top of rocks.

We gotta move.

Mayday! Mayday!

It's hit the rocks.

Keep moving!

Guys, we're going
to have to jump.

I'm the last to leave.

Not tonight you're not.

Make sure everyone gets off.

Okay, now go!

Hold on, Murray!

I got you!

This is Tim Scott on the Tiri.

Radio Hauraki! We're going down!

I repeat, we're going down.

The water's up to our ankles
in here.

Ugh.

To my wife,
I'll be home when I can.

I'm turning up the microphone
so you can hear what's going on.

Hurry, it's time to go!

Come on!

- I love you Mom and Dad.
- Get out!

Come on!

Put this on.

Ugh.

- Where are the others?
- Off ship.

- Now jump!
- Ugh!

Ugh!

Come on, let's go.

Ugh! Help! Fuck.

Come on! Open!

Open!

Fuck!

Ugh!

He's awake!

- Ugh, where are we?
- A beach, a bloody beach.

Cliff face all around
and we wash up on a beach.

- Everyone?
- Ey.

- Oh thank god.
- We thought we'd lost you though

until old Brendon here
gave you the Irish kiss of life.

The pirates have landed

but only bloody just.

Come on, up you get.

Up.

You all right?

She was a good ship.

I hope you've still got
that bloody license.

Of course the first thing
we need is a new transmitter.

And a site for the aerial.

Here we go.

Who's going to do
the first show?

- Me, come on.
- Put me on.

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