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Another 25 mils Decadron intravenous at 11:08.

He's coming round.

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, 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.

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

but time is of the absolute essence.

You have only three days at most, Heinrich.

Your dose was fatal.

Loss factor's red, Heins, non-retrievable!

Ralph, he's under a lot of stress.

So don't go upsetting him, Ralph, okay?

Is that you, Ralph?

Yeah, it's me, Heins.

Ralph, reds.

Close the errant load.

Stand by for WALDO photo check.

Thank you.

Heinrich, the next voice you 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 dispatched 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...

Heinrich, 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 in there?

He won't get far.

I'm stepping up security.

Hey, you!

Off with that thing.

You'll be late for your own funeral.

You know that?

You know there's a panic on back there.

You should have been out of here an hour ago.

Put your cross on that.

Like me to send you a postcard, Stan?

Have a good lunch.

It's a survey, mate.

Ciao, baby!

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.

And this is the triple M, FM news brief.

Yesterday's earth tremor, hitting western

and central Australia with shock waves

of up to 5.6 on the Richter scale,

the largest since the 1968 Meckering earthquake has,

according to authorities, caused only...

Hey, Farts!

Yeah?

Big news in west Aussie yesterday.

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.

Look Ray, if you really want to help

the present-day pioneers of this country

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

On the other hand...

Okay, 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 bait!

I'm already there, Lars.

Enjoy the house, mate.

Hey, take it easy on the old football injury

with those knee trembles, eh lover?

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

Ah, got a bit of piston slop

by the look of it there, Pellegrini.

Hey!

The boys will be real brokenhearted

if you come back all shagged-out on Tuesday, Lars.

Oh, 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.

Crying shame to waste it on the Mrs., eh?

Fair go, Farts!

For your exceptional services to

the dying art of holy matrimony.

Well said, mate.

Open the card.

There's a bit of advice in there for you.

The card, Lars, the card.

Hello, Moose.

Hi, Mrs. Stillson.

Cool it, will you, Crabs?

Hey listen, this van of Lucky's

has got grease on the fender.

Let's see it lookin' a million dollars

before it goes out, eh?

No worries.

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

I'd like to lay it quiet on Max's servo.

Appreciate it, mate.

The uh,

card!

Yeah, appreciate that, too.

Tell the boys, mate, will you?

See you Tuesday.

Sure hope so, Lars.

Let"s go!

Now, don't go exciting them.

They've just had a McDonald's each, strawberry milkshake.

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

Good sports material eh, Lars?

And you just use a little common sense

on the highway this weekend, Larry.

How about a quick lube job, Marce?

Could seize, the miles that yours 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.

The following alert comes from security central.

All survey personnel are requested to be

on the lookout for staff member 0327

involved in a plant accident yesterday.

The man must be located and detained.

The man must be regarded as dangerous.

Evening, Herb.

Bernie.

Oh, Mol's usually pulled the plugs out by this.

Sarge, nights like this we go

out the cross, bust a few whores.

G'day, Herb.

You oughta get down to big smoke sometime, Glor.

Make a bit on the side, you reckon?

Reckon.

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 hand, love, give us a line.

What was that name again, mister?

Hold on, love.

Stillson?

Just a tick, Glor.

Race that thing, do you, pal?

Sorry?

That thing?

I wouldn't dream of it, constable.

Just a liar then, are you?

Well, I guess you can pick 'em, constable.

I see, hon.

Too bad, mister, engaged.

Oh, 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...

I've been in a car accident.

Number then?

Hello?

I have a Mr. Smith calling

reverse charges in little lower Woodbine.

Would 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 three days, it is urgent we meet.

Well, where are you, then?

Heinrich, I must have directions.

Where are you?

Heinrich?

It is too late.

Heinrich...

They are here!

Heinrich!

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, no, I mean somebody or...

Somebody, down here?

Come on.

Well, I saw it, mate.

Carmy, 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.

Oh, shit!

Larry!

It's okay!

Put out the fires 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 bad driving rap I reckon.

Larry!

What do you want me to do?

Well, he's gotta be somewhere, hasn't he?

Well, 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 romantic!

Never fear, doctor says it's curable.

Here, let me pop that for you.

If music be the food of love.

Eh?

Play,

for Christ's sake.

What's this blue...

Cellophane, baby, there ain't no ice!

And a card.

Yeah, well, that's...

If a good mechanic keeps his tools well-oiled

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

Joke.

That so?

Automatic parts.

Squeak, squeak.

Larry!

There's somebody at the window!

Hey, this is private property!

Are you alright there?

Hey, mate?

Carmel!

Must be that trucker.

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

Relaxed into a state of shock by the look of him.

Yeah, me too.

Hey listen, why don't we bundle him

up and get him off to hospital?

Sure.

You know how far that would be.

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

No, could be just concussion.

Hey!

It's okay, 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 breezy in here, somehow.

Can you get me that gown of yours, Larry?

Hang about, love.

Hardly mandrake, you know?

Hey.

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, just needs to rest.

No!

Don't worry, you're safe now.

Communication Grey, security chief WALDO.

Schmidt successfully located in

lower Woodbine, but not detained.

Has made connection and party identified as Stillson.

Await further instructions.

We've received your message, Oates.

Stillson security check is on the way

and we estimate our time of arrival as 0300 hours.

You blokes don't muck about, do you?

Not when we're dealing with the

subversion of our national security.

What's here?

It's no great headache but to us, Sergeant.

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, Heinrich.

The spill, calculated loss factor?

The spill's well in hand, Heinrich.

They've taken care of all that.

Oates, we've 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 age 30 years.

Rough roads play murder with your indigestion.

Australian national,

no known political affiliations.

Okay, driver, take it away.

Geez, the car, quick!

It's him, go on!

Get going!

It's alright, please!

You're going to be alright!

I'm a nurse, we're trying to help you!

I need help!

Fine, fine!

A minor laceration,

you have nothing to worry about!

What's the problem, mate?

Don't shoot, I beg you, I mean no harm!

Put that thing inside, would you, Larry?

The deal's off, I knew he'd try something!

I wouldn't, I need help!

Will you put that off, Larry?

Look, don't worry, it's not even loaded.

With them 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 comes 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 yet?

Bus Stop?

Marilyn Monroe.

For her I forget my studying.

What are you studying?

Fourth 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 would be stop press, too, would it?

I'm sorry, what is this thing?

Look, forget the hospital, this guy needs a kindergarten.

He's regressing at the speed of light.

Will you cool the cracks, Larry?

Well after a bit, definitely, eh?

It's a watch, electronic.

The progress comes true.

It's alright, Heinrich.

I do not understand.

1977, it's some mistake.

You seem to have some memory loss.

No.

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.

Terminated, 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 okay there, mate?

Yeah.

Fix the pipe?

Yeah, bit your brass monkeys, though.

Promised one for the boys.

Ooh, what's that?

It was blocking the pipe.

I see what you mean.

See what I mean, what?

Monkey's lost his nuts.

Ah, funny one, Carm.

Give us a hand, will you?

Hey!

It's a joke, Larry!

Just a joke, mate! - I know one.

Come on, mate, the game's over.

Larry, don't be a lousy loser.

You alright there, mate?

Larry, Larry!

You bastard!

He seems to be making a fast recovery

if that playing's any indication.

Certainly beats "Chopsticks".

Do 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 Woodbine, I guess.

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

They can still trace the reg 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.

Their quality has made them

the biggest photo finisher in Australia.

Time is of the absolute essence.

Eureka!

Clothes fit you well.

You into the heavy stuff I see.

Heavy stuff?

Yeah, Goldilocks and the Bean Stalk, there.

Listen, feel free to rip into

the automotive mags kickin' about, okay?

Into cars, are you?

Cars?

Yeah, these are the old good ones.

Any idea where we packed the camera, Larry?

Eh?

The old, can't have a dirty weekend

without the Polaroid cam, remember?

Carmy, 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!

Oh, shit!

Bloody clowns!

Cool off, idiots!

Unit one, you read me?

Over.

Unit one, you read me?

Unit 1, you read me?

Over.

Come in, Unit 1!

Yeah, son, got ya.

Oh Sarge, bad news.

Seems old Molly kicked the bucket overnight.

No suspicious circumstances,

the doc reckons it was her ticker.

God's truth, it never rains, but it pours.

Yeah, I reckon I ought to get her up

to Perdham's freezer before she starts going off.

Over.

Yeah, see her up there, son.

Chances are we can do a bulk deal.

I've just located the missing driver.

It's a little Dutch boy called Hans

who once saved his people from a great flood.

The story my father read 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 work in the door

as the grandfather clock struck eight.

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.

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 am parched.

Here, the water.

It's beautiful.

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

No!

You okay, love?

Molly Vandemark, 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 Sergeant McSweeney goes fishing.

All day?

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 Sergeant 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.

Just about does it, Ernie, thirsty mother.

Nearly $8.50.

Hey, you know

your tarp's hanging off the back there?

Geez, I just 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...

Never mind.

Both legs apart!

Hey listen, there's some sort of mistake go on.

The only mistake I know is yours, sonny!

I was just trying to do a guy a favour!

Some favour, strangulation!

Game of studs still on tonight, Herb?

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 contact Schmidt

and Stillson telephoned last night.

WALDO's credibility depends on it.

I know I have the right to one phone call.

Another one, like this one?

My lawyer, okay?

Oh, I'll be suing for false arrest,

not to mention malicious damage to my car out there.

In the unlikely event you ever see 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, Larry.

Jesus, mate, you gotta let me out!

He's up there with my wife!

Just as soon as you identify the missing person.

The anonymous third party.

I told you it's Heinrich Schmidt.

He's the killer.

Not that one, Larry.

This one.

The man you were in such a hurry to see.

Listen...

For you, long distance line.

I'll get the statement, okay?

Listen, 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 civilization here.

Yeah, it used to be a mining town.

I 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 brought some to have a hot tub.

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!

Heinrich!

Having troubles again?

Seems you made a hasty judgement.

You call this quiet?

Yeah, 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 switch girl.

Hello, exchange.

On second thought, I think I'll persevere.

Holy sh...!

Hold that thing, will you, driver?

I said hold it, asshole!

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, in that case I'll be more

than happy to pay the damages.

You bet your ass you will!

Make it snappy with the licence there, 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 mud layers ought to get on like a house on fire.

Anything happens to my wife,

I will break your neck, asshole.

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.

Two, three, nine.

What is it, Heinrich?

The grounds say.

Coffee grounds?

The deaths in my nightmare

it is 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.

Two, three, nine, you said.

What is 239?

It's what killed the animals in the barnyard.

I think for me time is running out.

You sure did some customise on that push bike of his.

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

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

Listen, who is Grey anyway?

Grey 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 posed as an amnesiac.

He's probably trying to protect you both.

Protect?

He's a killer, mate.

My wife is up there in mortal danger

and I'm stuck here taking the rap!

Pigott!

Shh!

Heinrich is no murderer.

Yeah?

Well he did a pretty good job on

that guy out there in Glad wrap.

Grey is the killer.

Heinrich is cool.

He is in the shit with us!

Us?

You maybe, mate, not us!

He is 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 never heard of him.

Listen, WALDO isn't exactly human.

WALDO is a multinational corporation

working the ass-end of the nuclear cycle.

Heins 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, that is, and whether you

like it or not we are all involved.

No!

They can't take it!

They won't hold!

It's alright, Heinrich.

The dykes won't take it!

It's just a big plane going overhead, that's all.

No, can't you feel it?

You must!

Shaking the ground, the earth, earthquake.

Earthquake?

They won't take it!

We had an earth tremor yesterday.

The dykes, 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 grounds there.

239.

The death in my nightmare.

239, it is what killed the animals in the barnyard.

Shh.

Larry's sure to get back here soon.

Carmel, I...

What is it?

What is it that's coming up everywhere?

What are you trying to tell us?

They're here, it is too late.

They have come at last.

Pluto's men.

I just can't stress my commitment

to public safety, Sergeant.

Should be alright, 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'm awake, Papa.

Go on, Papa.

Go on.

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, chill, stormy evening.

Taking in 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.

We 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.

Seems in good health.

He's sleeping.

I'm sure he is.

He must have medical attention.

Of 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...

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.

You'll pull him through, though.

Nevertheless, a lot of

valuable time has been lost here.

You can have the nurse when I'm through with her.

She's highly qualified.

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...

Come on, Doctor, earn your keep.

He's too far gone.

You should have heeded my urgency this morning.

Shoot him up!

Come on, Grey, leave him in peace.

Geez, Glor's must have the hots for one of you.

Homemade parfaits on the house.

Don't think we're gonna give

this place a four star rating.

Constable, what's the position with the phone?

Still under maintenance, pal.

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

If only I knew last night what I know now.

Your mate Heinrich's certainly

the kiss of death for holiday weekends.

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

That was 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 homemade parfaits.

Don't worry, once I get under the box on

this bullshit charge, I'll be making an announcement.

Doubt it.

If 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 will end up

as a holiday road toll statistic.

We must know for sure, irrefutable fact.

Okay, so we get the facts.

What good's that gonna do us?

Facts will get us nationwide coverage.

Secrecy is the fuel that powers them.

Outside we have the means to blow their cover.

Ah, speak of the devil, just talking about you.

I've just got instructions to

take you up to Paradise, Stillson.

I don't need trouble, you understand?

This is it, Larry.

This is what, pal?

Nothing, constable.

You better level with me, pal.

I've got a computer check running on your reg-o 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 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, Pigo!

Foolin' around, are you?

I wouldn't go fiddlin' around under there

unless you got your new emissions ticket, pal!

Pigott, give me a fill, mate!

Get out.

Come on, Stillson.

What makes this heap of yours go?

The touch of the artist.

Okay, Rembrandt, let's just drive nice and good.

Just step on it, Stillson,

we don't wanna 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, Pigott?

Look, slow down, will you, pal?

Mafia up there with my missus, are they?

Mafia!

You're crazy, Stillson, you're trying to kill me!

The way you're going, you bet.

Look, you want a spare hole

in that head of your, Stillson?

Sure, then we both go.

That'll be my boy Pigott, I suppose.

Funny, he's making good time.

Hey, stop!

That's his gun.

Now you're 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 three 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, will 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.

Carm.

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, Grey.

Refer your obscenities to Oates.

He's the lady killer.

Haste makes waste.

But in this case so does hesitation.

Listen, Grey, I've never seen that guy

before in my life, so help me God!

Please, just not her, okay?

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.

Pigott's locked him up in town.

That slob, Pigott.

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

The keys hang in the outer office.

Or, if you were Pigott I'd just slide it to you

and you'd have to grovel for it.

Grovel?

You have to be joking.

I'd hardly be Pigott now, would I?

Hardly.

Gray's some troops guy.

At least Judas got paid.

I'm afraid 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've sorta been getting the message loud and clear.

Heinrich's dying.

You wanna 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 up there.

The tremor.

Fire away!

Hey, you okay?

She's okay!

Listen, leave her...

Don't be upset, she might 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 persuaded them to let you go in.

She's had enough!

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

Heinrich?

Oh, Heinrich.

Why?

Carmel.

She's here, Heins.

Remember you always.

I will, too.

Sinking into lower world

face to face with Pluto.

What's he on about?

Pluto.

Delirium.

Pluto's men, he said.

He knew they were coming.

Pluto is two, three, nine.

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

Two, three, nine.

What is two, three, nine?

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 and spreading everywhere.

It was a one in 10 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.

At least until Grey 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 bloke

before in my life, so help me God.

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 would 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!

Do me. Oates, and your boss gets a lot,

unless you're hungry for seniority!

Fire away, Oates!

You've gotta make it, good luck!

Hold on for a bit of car damage!

Larry!

Larry!

Fire!

Careful, if they come in 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 of health.

This warning is in the interest of your survival.

People are advised not to, repeat.

Not to drink from the metropolitan water supply.

All perishable and pre-made foods

processed since the alert date has been

likely contaminated and will be

destroyed by the ministry of health agencies.

All breaches 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.