(LOW, DRAMATIC BUILDS MUSIC) (CLAMOURING) - (SOBS) - ALEX: Bobby. What the hell? - Move. Move! - PIP: Bobby, no! - Back off! Back up, or she gets it. - WHIMPERS: Please don't kill me. - I mean it! (EXCLAIMING) Or I'll do it! Look at you all. You really think that I... I killed her? - (WHIMPERS) - You think I shot her, that I killed the prime minister? (FEEDBACK WHINES, GASPING) (PANTS) Aargh! (FRANTIC INDISTINCT CHATTER) - Pip. - PIP: Wait. (JAMIE GRUNTS) - It had to have been an accident. Shouldn't we go back and let them know that it was an accident? - JAMIE: Pip, I swear to God, if you don't start running down these stairs, I will come up there and throw you down myself. This was not an accident. - What? You think Bobby shot her on purpose? - Of course he didn't. (THUMPING AT DOOR) - BOTH: Pip! - (GRUNTS) OK, OK, I'm coming. (PANTS) You know, it's actually best practice to put the slowest person in the front. - (GRUNTS) - Bobby! Shit. We need a car. - Yeah ` an armoured car. - Oh, bikes. - BOTH: Bikes. - What, no. Hey. - You take that one. - Why do I have to take the big unwieldy one? (GROANS) - You snooze, you loose. - Hurry up, Pip. - I need to adjust the seat down. There's usually a quick release. - Oh, just ride the fucking bike, Pip. - Aah! (PANTS) This is huge. - So long, freaks! (BIKE BELL DINGS) www.able.co.nz Copyright Able 2023 (DRAMATIC MUSIC) - (PANTS) - Bobby, get in Pip's bike! - Bobby! - Piss off! - Bobby, you've got to listen to me, because right now, it looks like you may have killed the prime minister, and we're the only ones who know it was an accident. You need to jump in my basket. - What? - Get in my basket. - I'm not getting in that basket. - Do it. - No. (CLUNK!) - GUARD: Hey! Stop! Come back here. - (COUGHS) Get in my basket if you want to live. - We should swap. - What? - I should be cycling, and you should be in the basket. - Really? Sexism right now? - It's not sexism if I'm better at it. - Hurry up, Pip! - I'm carrying double to triple the weight. I'm pedalling as hard as I can. - Oh my God. - Oh my God. - Holy shit. Go left! Go left! - Go, go, go, go, go! (SIRENS WAIL) Go! - That way! - Shit! - Only way is downwards! See you in hell! - Oh no, no, no, no. (SCREAMS) - Brake! Shit! (JOHN WILLIAMS' 'CHASE') - (EXCLAIMS) - Why won't you let me drive?! (THUD! BOTH GRUNT) - What the hell? - (LAUGHS SOFTLY) Yeah! - Whoa! (BIKE BELL DINGS) (SIREN WAILS IN DISTANCE) - Come on, guys. - (GRUNTS) (SIREN APPROACHES) (VEHICLE WHOOSHES, SIREN CONTINUES IN DISTANCE) - (PANTS) - (GRUNTS) I don't know what happened. One minute I'm being introduced as a national hero; the next I'm being bloody framed for killing the prime minister. - Framed? - Yes, Pip, framed. The gun I was holding was ancient. It was empty. It didn't even work. - Did you check? - Yes, I checked. What do you take me for? - I know it wasn't you, Bobby. OK, I saw something weird just before it happened. There were so many camera flashes, but I think I saw... I think I saw Doc Garvey. - What? Where? - Outside the press gallery, talking to Carla. - What the fuck? - That doesn't even make sense. Doc Garvey with Carla would mean... - Carla is with Wellness. - Which would mean` - Wellness killed the prime minister. (YELLS) (GRUNTS) I'm fine. - OK, can we just circle back for a minute? - Circle back? - There's got to be some kind of rational explanation for all of this. - Pip, the only rational explanation is that the government is a puppet show, and Wellness is pulling the strings. Nice one on bringing your mini-me to spy on us (!) - Michelle is not a spy. - Seriously? You're gonna defend her after she show-ponied her way on stage? Oh, she seriously sucked you in with that fangirl shit, didn't she? - Well, maybe she did, because unlike my supposed friends, who resort to argument ad hominem... - And here comes the fucking Latin. - Michelle was actually supportive. - Bobby? - Well, I'm glad you felt so good while you were selling us out to the enemy. - Bobby! - WOMAN: Relax. There's no gas in it. - Where the hell did you come from? - (CHUCKLES) Oh, I just got here. See, this is my workshop, so I come and go as I please. Where the hell did you come from? - Out of town. - Is that right? Take a seat. - It's OK. We're quite happy standing. - (CRACKS KNUCKLES) - OK. - Ladies. - Thanks. - Thanks. - Cheers. So... are you in some kind of trouble, are ya? - No. - On the run from the cops? - We just need to lie low for the night. - Probably wise. It's not safe out there ` not after what happened to the prime minister. Cops on every corner. Vigilantes looking to cash in that bounty. - There's a bounty? - Oh, yeah, man. 10,000 big ones. It's pretty fuckin' stingy, if you ask me, considering how much sperm's worth these days. I mean, think about how much you could produce. Fuck, even just once a day if you died at 60. That's, what, an average of three meals a load. By 30... By 365... We're talking 30 litres. Who's your friend? - Uh... She's our accountant. - Doesn't like to talk much. - Yeah, um, she also has really bad facial dermatitis and eczema, so she's quite self-conscious about it. Um, but, you know, we` we just need her around for business all the time. - Accountant, eh? What are her rates? I need a new accountant. - (CHUCKLES NERVOUSLY) - Shit, are those medals? - Uh, um... Oh, no, they're` they're her grandfather's. You know, so just sentimental value. - There's a big market for medals. Big prices too if you find the right buyer. Tell you what ` (CLEARS THROAT) if you're willing to part with those, I can take you to a place where the cops can't touch you. - What sort of a place? - A place for people who don't wanna be found. (DANCE MUSIC PUMPS) - Hey. - What is this place? - These passageways were built during the war. Now they're a bolt hold for anyone who doesn't love the Wellness shit show taking over the country above us. Misfits, outcasts, princesses. And you've got your run of the mill petty thieves, con artists, black marketeers, probably the odd murderer from time to time. - Is that coffee? - Oh, yeah, you can get a lotta shit down here that you can't get up top. This lot don't believe the pandemic even happened. - Take this. Come on. We've got a protest at 2 o'clock on Sunday. - Oi, girls. Leave 'em. They're with me. Fuckin' conspiracy theorists. - Take it. - And what about you? What is it that you do? - Merchant sea captain. I ship precious cargo in and out of ports all over the world. - You're a smuggler. - I prefer maritime logistics. Come on. (LAUGHTER, DANCE MUSIC PUMPS) Welcome to the bunker. She used to be a gunnery; now she's home to every shady fuck in town. Isn't that right, Greta? (SIGHS) Come on. Keep moving. It's not a zoo, mate. There's no need to stare. All right, keep your heads down and don't talk to anyone. This man hunt's turned everyone into wannabe bounty hunters. All right? Meet you back here at half past. - Where are you going? - To get the best price I can for these medals, I reckon. - Let's just lay low. Don't talk to anyone. Don't make any eye contact. I don't want to have to get into a fight. - Move. - Alex! - Let's go and find some military shit. - Alex. She's so predictable. - Actually, I need to check something out too. - What?! (DANCE MUSIC PUMPS) Jamie, wait. - WHISPERS: This it? What about this? Shit. What does a military map even look like? - WHISPERS: Like a normal map, but` - Shut up. - (GRUNTS) (DANCE MUSIC CONTINUES) I thought they burnt all of these. (CHUCKLES) (DANCE MUSIC CONTINUES) (MUFFLED DANCE MUSIC CONTINUES) - Those transfusion sets have a high-quality filter mesh. You won't get any clogs. - Oh, great. - We used to use them in the ambulance all the time. Really reliable. - You're a doctor? - Nah, eight years as a paramedic. - Wow. - We should go. This place is like a garage sale for the violent and depraved. - Are you all right? - Yeah. - OK. You're short of breath, like you've been running. - No. Let's go. - Thanks. - What? Is this it? (INTRIGUING MUSIC) OK. There's nothing there. And you're sure this is the right map? - Yes. - RADIO: Council has scheduled a special announcement, and we'll bring you that live as soon as it happens. - BOBBY ON RADIO: I killed the prime minister! - ALEX: We need to find a boat. - What? - Mum wrote encrypted coordinates in her notebook. See? This is where she wants us to go. - PIP: I can't see anything. - Yeah, neither can I. - This map isn't detailed enough, but this is the place. There is something there. - Do you have any idea what? - No. - OK, look, Alex, I'm trying to think laterally here, but at the moment, it's a pretty big risk. - Mum was on to something, OK? I know she was. Maybe it wasn't the cure. Maybe all her notes ` the baby teeth stuff ` maybe she... Maybe she found a hack ` a way to continue our species, despite the virus being in our systems. - Is that even possible? - I don't know. But this... This is where we're gonna find out. - No. I'm not leaving until Lane pays for what she did. - Shit, you're a punctual lot, aren't you? - You're a sea captain, right? - Yes, ma'am. - You got a boat? - (CHUCKLES) Oh yeah. I've got a very... big boat. - Hmm. How much for you to take us here? - Oh, no, I don't take passengers, sweetheart. And even if I did, you lot couldn't afford it. Cos these things... aren't worth shit. - WOMAN: Turn it up. - RADIO: Let's go live to that announcement. - WOMAN: Turn it up! - CARLA ON RADIO: Today our country lost an inspirational leader. Her life's work can and must continue. After careful consideration, we have selected a new interim prime minister with a proven track record for uniting the people. Please welcome your new leader, Lane from the Hiro Valley district. (APPLAUSE ON RADIO) (APPLAUSE) - Good evening, everyone. I want everyone to understand that I, like you, am still reeling... at the reckless violence we have witnessed today. I assure you this government will not rest until these fugitives have been brought to justice. To that end, I am raising the bounty ten-fold. 100,000 credits in gold bullion to anyone who provides information that leads to an arrest. Today... is the start of a new era. The opportunity to build a future based on the tenants of Wellness and the power of nature to restore. I feel that power working in me now ` growing, kicking. For years, we at Wellness have dared to dream the impossible ` that young girls and young boys might grow up together again, side by side. And now... our dreams are manifest, for this child growing and kicking inside me now... is a beautiful, healthy... boy! (GASPING) (APPLAUSE) - Fuck me! (CHUCKLES DRILY) I mean, your prime minister sounds like a fuckin' nightmare. (CHUCKLES) Good news is... for 100,000 credits or gold bullions, I'll take you girls anywhere you bloody like. Just hand over the fella in the helmet, and we'll be on our way. (CHAIR SCRAPES) - No. No deal. We'll be leaving now. - Is that right? What do you reckon, folks? Are they leaving? (TENSE MUSIC BUILDS) - OK, OK, OK. (STAMMERS) Wait. I've got a counteroffer. - What?! - What could you possibly have to offer me that's worth more than 100K... and 30 litres of white gold? (TECHNO MUSIC) I'm listening. I'm giving you 12 hours to come up with the goods. You get it done, and you've won yourself a one-way voyage outta here. You fail, and I'm taking helmet head here to the authorities so I can claim that bounty. - (GRUNTS) - Am I clear? I said am I clear? - Crystal. (TECHNO MUSIC CONTINUES) - Let me have a go. (ELEGANT PIANO MUSIC PLAYS) - (GASPS) Let's go. - Shit. - Where is all of it? - I think this is it. - That's the entire national sperm supply? - Hey! Sound the alarm! (ALARM BLARES) - GUARD: What's going on? (INDISTINCT SHOUTING) - Hey, everybody. - We can explain. (URINE TRICKLES) - Alex! - What? - If you're gonna use the bathroom, at least give us a warning. - The bathroom? - You know what I mean. - 'Course I do. It's just down the hall next to the lounge, isn't it? - Can you two stop it? You look that way; you finish your pee. (SIGHS) - What...? You are unbelievable. What are you doing? We've only got one roll. Stop! - What? What? What the hell? - Uh... Pip. Pip, you're not, like... divvying up the toilet paper, are you? - Yes. Yes, I am. - OK, (SIGHS) don't you think maybe it's just a little bit` - What, childish? Yes. Completely unnecessary between mature adults? Absolutely. But, unfortunately, Alex here is deciding to behave like a 3-year-old, so there's very little option but to stoop to her childish levels. - Oh. I'm childish? - Yes. And maybe next time you could think about pulling up your pants before starting an argument with me. - Make me. - What? - I said... make me. - I'm not gonna make you pull up your pants. Pull them up yourself. Pull... them... up. - No. - Pull up your pants, Alex. - No. - I said pull up your pants. - I said make me. - No, stop it! Stop it! (ALL GRUNT) - Stop being such a negative force in my life! - Stop it! - You're so annoying! - Need a hand in here. - Stop! (GRUNTING) Hey, let go of me! - Hey, what are you...? Don't touch her. Don't touch her. You, get away from that one. She's to be released immediately. - No, I'm not going anywhere without them. - That's fine. - They are traitors of the state, and we're under strict orders to keep them in the high treason cell. - I don't care what your previous orders were. This changes everything we thought we knew. (DRAMATIC MUSIC) Captions by Julie Taylor. Captions were made with the support of NZ On Air.