01x06 - Episode 6

[bunniefuu]

Oh!

So you told ASIO

where the girls were?!

The girls are dead because of you!

(g*nsh*t)

EVA: My ex-husband was

the London bureau chief for Pravda.

Now he works for Khrushchev.

I see my daughter

three times a year.

So you are a double agent?

We blow it up. You two run cable.

Two days, Myer?

Two days.

Miss Syddell. We're from ASIO.

My job is to stop all leaks

and recover the documents.

Because if they do see

the political light of day,

they'll take down two governments.

CRANKY: Is he going to die soon?

DALGLEISH: Yes.

Very well, then.

I think I'll come along with you.

I should like to be

of some assistance.

EMMA AND HARRY: Surprise!

Happy birthday, Dad!

LORRAINE: Happy birthday, darling.

It's a present

from the Attorney-General.

CRANKY: # And did those feet

# In ancient time

# Walk upon

England's mountains green?

# And was the Holy Lamb of God

# On England's

pleasant pastures seen?

# And did the countenance divine

# Shine forth

upon our clouded hills?

# And was Jerusalem builded here

# Among these dark, satanic mills?

d Bring me my bow

of burning gold d

(DOOR SLAMS)

Eva.

Not quite.

(SIGHS) What are you doing here?

They're Quentin's last reports?

Yeah.

Where's Eva?

I don't know.

I've been waiting here for hours.

(THEME MUSIC)

OK, just just tell me.

Are these as damaging

as you seem to think they are?

Look, I don't

understand them either,

but Quentin seemed to think

that they would bring down

Eden and Menzies if they got out.

What I think they prove

is that the atomic clouds travel.

It's radiation being blown

all over the country.

OK.

Have you seriously been

kidding yourself all this time?!

You don't know about the legs.

Do you?

(DOOR FLIES OPEN)

What the?

Tell me about the legs, Lewis.

Just c-calm down, will you?

Corinne says you've been

hacking legs off dead soldiers.

Oh. Oh, those legs.

It's it's simply science, Leo.

They're already dead.

It's nothing improper.

I thought the science

was about bombs, not legs.

Leo, the science

is about the troops.

The bombs are a-a necessary part

of the experiment.

There will inevitably be

nuclear w*r, Leo,

so we need to prepare.

Every contingency

must be thought through.

So, if we were to drop

a five-kiloton payload on Moscow,

how long would we have to wait

before we could send in

a 1,000-strong force?

Assuming we wanted the force

to have a 40% survival rate?

You know, that sort of thing.

I don't know anything

about that sort of thing.

We're testing the troops

under a variety

of combative nuclear scenarios.

How close can they be positioned

near a blast

to survive radiation poisoning?

Or not? Or or for how long?

Or what are our losses

going to be?

What's the damage

to the tanks, the armour,

the water supply, flora and fauna?

Think about it, man.

How contaminated is the grass

the cows feed on?

How affected is the food chain?

Milk, meat?

The problem is we haven't had

a nuclear w*r yet,

so we have no experience.

Therefore, by definition,

testing is required.

Not just of

the bombs themselves,

but all elements and assets.

Hence the cutting off of legs.

You are cutting off legs, then?

Off the dead.

Those who've died from cancer

or radiation poisoning.

It's vital information

and will save lives.

I see. And if they're dead soldiers,

they can't object?

Well, exactly.

Don't worry,

it's not just soldiers.

Civilians of all ages.

This is a cradle-to-grave operation.

Babies?

Yes. The younger, the better.

A baby's leg

yields much more information

than a 50-year-old's.

The cells

(THUD!)

I have to get these to Eva.

What?

I think we need insurance.

You you can't type any faster?

Leo, I am a nurse, not a secretary.

You may not be aware, but

the training is a little different.

I know that men think

that all women

should be nurses and typists,

but the truth is, you can

probably type faster than I can.

I can't type.

That is my point.

Where's the M?!

Um

Oh, for God's sake!

There.

(COUGHS)

Oh! (CHUCKLES) Pardon me.

Must be the dust or

sand or whatever.

(SIGHS) Christ.

Uh

Where are we going?

To the weather lab.

Why?

I need a favour.

I need you to type some copies

of some documents.

Now?

Yeah.

Are they secret documents?

Yes, as a matter of fact,

they are.

Top-secret?

Super-duper top-secret,

as it happens.

Wow!

If I do a good job,

can we change our name

to Carmichael-Smith?

Or maybe Carmichael-Fitzhound.

Fitzhound? What? No.

So, what do I get out of this?

The thanks of a grateful nation.

(TYPEWRITER CLACKS)

Are you gonna tell Mum

about this?

I wasn't planning to.

I'll get you a new bike.

There we go. Deal.

It's not enough.

It never is.

All I've ever wanted

was a double-barrelled name.

Since five hours ago!

Well, that's not too much to ask.

See?

OK.

I'm not talking about changing

the bloody name anymore.

Just concentrate. This is important.

Maybe when you grow up

and you start writing books,

then you can become

Emma Carmichael-Fitzhound.

Of course! A nom de plume.

(CHUCKLES) There you go.

Oh!

(TYRES SCREECH)

BAXTER: (KNOCKS AT DOOR)

Cable for you, sir.

It can wait!

Please, kindly bugger off!

Yeah, I just thought

you should know,

the Home Office,

they need to speak to you.

They've booked a call, sir.

It's from London.

Hey.

Er, i-it is from London?

The Home Office? Whitehall?

Uh the Home Secretary himself?

Oh, not personally, sir.

From his office. The permanent

secretary of his department.

He mentioned the royal tour.

The what?!

The Queen or Duke of Edinburgh -

either or both, I don't think

it's been decided -

is, or are, coming to open

the Melbourne Olympics,

and there's a discussion about

whether they should come here

to see a test.

Here?! The Queen?!

I don't know any details, sir.

The Queen may be coming here?!

Good God, man! Oh!

W-well, we have to God!

Well, th-this is progress!

This is what

the Empire is all about!

Oh!

The Queen! Oh! Oh!

I understand

nothing has been confirmed,

but you must understand

that I am the Home Secretary's

and the Palace's

point of contact for this tour.

Not the Prime Minister.

Needn't bother him.

Actually -

a wonderful coincidence -

the Home Secretary's niece

is working here at Maralinga

as we speak.

Meteorologist.

I'm sorry?

Er, but that's impossible.

She's here.

Eva.

Definitely his niece.

Oh! (LAUGHS) Must be my mistake.

I see.

Thank you.

(MURMURS)

(EVA GRUNTS)

(DROPS ROCK)

(OPENS DOOR)

(CRANKS ENGINE)

Come on.

f*ck!

(SCREAMS) f*ck!

(BUZZARD CRIES)

LEO: Boy, you can really type.

I can do a lot of things, Leo.

(CHUCKLES)

I think I have a good brain.

I know you do.

That's how I know

you're in trouble.

You're in trouble, right?

I just want to know you're safe.

You know, we've all lost a lot

of sleep worrying about you.

Especially Harry.

It's not really fair of you.

(CLEARS THROAT)

It actually might be better

if you hung on to this for a bit.

It's a secret of course.

Just hide 'em somewhere.

Don't even tell me where they are.

Will it make you safer?

I hope it will make everyone safer.

(LEO SIGHS)

Goodnight, Em.

Good morning, Leo.

Thank you.

Happy birthday.

(CROWS CAW)

(WIND BLOWS)

(GROANS)

(SIGHS)

Oh, bloody hell.

Oi. So we're just gonna wait for

the b*mb to explode, are we, or?

Leo! The journos are getting antsy,

mate. We've almost run out of booze!

Just make sure

they're on the platform

when the bloody thing goes off.

Tell me, have either of you seen

Dr Lloyd-George this morning?

Jesus. No.

Well, she's got to be around

here somewhere, doesn't she?

Ask around. If you can't find her

in half an hour, you know what to do.

That took a while, whatever it was.

Are you ready to come home?

You must have moved on by now.

Haven't you?

No, Leo.

You've moved on.

I haven't.

I'm still at home

with the gate and the dog and

..whatever it was.

You left as my loving husband in '42

and you came back a stranger in '46.

I can take the past, Leo.

I can

I can process France,

whatever it was.

The little I understand of it.

But I'm terrified about the present.

We have two beautiful children.

We should do

what's right for them.

You know they are our future.

The w*r is your past.

Past?

Look at where we are now, Lor.

This is my present.

Right here in this camp,

which was created to see

how efficiently we can k*ll

a lot of people.

This is still w*r.

We're k*lling people here

as we speak.

In the present tense.

(SIGHS)

w*r it is, then.

(VEHICLE APPROACHES)

Hey! Dalgleish!

Hey! Hey!

What the hell happened to you,

Jonesy?

I hit a rock

and this bugger bucked it.

I got thrown clear.

Sweet Mother Mary!

You must have been going

at quite the f*cking clip.

I mean, what

what were you chasing?

There's a r*pist on the base, Dally.

He attacked a girl last night.

Who was he, Jones?

He was wearing a balaclava.

I couldn't see.

So, been having a rough old time

of it, eh, chappy?

Uh (CHUCKLES)

It's been a bit of a day, sir.

Adventures aplenty out here,

I dare say.

In the dunes.

I dare say, sir.

(GRUNTS)

Hello, Phil.

Hello, Phil.

Have we met?

As you can see, we've been shot.

And Lydia's dead.

Who who the hell's Lydia?

L500.

OK. OK, just

OK, you can't technically

link me to a-any of this

What the hell are you doi

What?

We call it insurance.

I never travel without it.

L500. Do we have a yes?

It's only gonna go

in one direction, Phil.

OK. This is Carmichael's fault.

It's i-it

..it's a misunderstanding!

Maladministration!

A-and I-I promise

a full, independent inquiry!

I called you.

I was pissed, I admit it,

but the next thing I know,

an ASIO agent comes to my door

and tries to k*ll me!

OK, i-if that happened,

it had nothing to do with me.

Oh! O-OK!

I'm a I'm a cabinet minister!

Ohh!

A-ASIO tape and listen

to all my calls,

so it's up to them,

so, you know, I-I'm blameless!

Arggh!

No, you're not.

Yes yes, I am!

You have 24 hours to pay up.

Or we're coming back

with a rusty scalpel.

We're not kidding, Phil.

They have them here.

Ooh! Oh!

(GRUNTS)

Oh!

Get out!

Get out! I'll tell you

when you can come back!

Get out!

And shut the bloody door!

(DOOR CLOSES)

No. No, no, no. Er

She thinks we're at w*r

with them, sir.

Oh, my God, no!

Not at all, I assure you.

(KNOCK AT DOOR)

Who is it?

d*ck Wilcox.

Are you alone, Major?

No, sir.

Then will you please

join me outside?

Of course, sir. One second.

(OPENS DOOR)

That woman who claims

to be a Lloyd-George

cannot be a Lloyd-George!

I've just checked with Who's Who.

Neither Gwilym Lloyd-George

nor his wife have siblings.

There are no nieces! Or nephews!

Why wasn't she vetted?

How did no-one know this?

Did you not know this?

No, sir, I did not.

She looks and sounds

so plausible.

And she seemed to know the general.

The Queen may be coming here,

Carmichael!

This woman is obviously a spy.

Doubtless communist.

Deal with it!

In what way, sir?

Do I have to make all the decisions?

Forgive me, sir, would you be

so kind as to clarify

what you mean by "deal with it"?

Arrest, garrotte

Don't be flip with me, Major!

Not my intention, sir.

Just seeking clarification.

I've sent for ASIO agents

to arrest whomever this woman is

and accompany her to Adelaide.

Might we not want to establish

who she actually is

before we arrest her

and send her to Adelaide, sir?

I've seen you two together.

Has she been trying to

recruit you, Major?

Let me remind you

that you work exclusively for me.

Do your job!

Put her under house arrest.

She's persona non grata!

We are going to give the press

a series of lovely photographs

taken with your lovely family

on this lovely day

here in Maralinga.

Then we're going to give them

a spectacle.

A nuclear expl*si*n.

After that, we're placing

a communist traitor

on her plane to Adelaide

in full sight of the media.

Today, we run

the political f*cking gamut!

(KNOCK AT DOOR)

I told you

to f*cking wait outside!

d*ck: Phil! Phil, it's me!

d*ck, thank God you're here!

Come in, come in!

We've got a big problem

with Carmichael. He

What the hell?! Phil!

What what is this?

Not the hookers again?!

What is this? You're a sick man!

Oh, for Christ's sake,

just help me pick them up!

Jesus Christ, Phil!

Why don't you tell the general?!

They're here! They're

..in the hospital!

Th the hookers!

Please, can you

..make them go away?

(SINGS SOFTLY)

(WIND BLOWS)

Nice winds.

Did nobody else hear that?

SAM: Hear what?

The winds?

Probably.

I only speak to you.

Why me?

Because you're a general, you idiot.

You can tell the troops what to do.

(RUBY HUMS SOFTLY)

(AEROPLANE FLIES OVERHEAD)

EVA: Hey. Uh

(FLARE FIZZES)

Jesus. If that's not a sign

(PANTS)

You know it's me.

Why are you scared?

I didn't expect you

to look quite like that.

Good God!

I like to think so.

It is you, isn't it?

But you're dying.

You can't die.

I'm tired.

I'm basically just a caretaker

now anyway.

Time to sleep, General.

Time for you?

Or time for me?

Probably both of us.

I don't want us to fight anymore.

Nor do I. But

But fighting is in man's nature.

Is it not?

No.

You invented it.

Did we really?

Oh, I see.

You're responsible for the good

and not the evil. Is that it?

Oh, it's all my bloody fault,

isn't it?

Can't you just be responsible

for yourselves?

You're not children.

I gave you free will.

Big mistake.

How did ASIO know

where we were, Leo?

Lenny was in trouble.

He traded you for a deal with ASIO.

Lenny?

Really?

Lenny's dead too,

if that's of any comfort.

Very cold comfort, Leo. (SOBS)

Alright, then.

If Phil doesn't pay up,

we cut off his d*ck.

I don't I don't think

that that's a good idea, Mol.

If not him, then who, Leo?

Whose ASIO d*ck can I cut off?

And you know

I'm not f*cking around.

Carmen and Lydia are dead,

for Christ's sakes!

They tried to knock me off twice.

If you don't give me

another ASIO d*ck to cut off,

it will be Phil's.

d*ck: Whew!

Attorney. (CLEARS THROAT)

Oh. Is she under house arrest?

We can't find her, sir.

You can't find her?!

She's a red spy

in a British nuclear facility!

Can we have a quiet word,

please, sir?

I'm not sure how much longer

I can keep my voice down, Major.

Did you order ASIO

to m*rder three prostit*tes

who'd been here at Maralinga?!

Don't be absurd!

I think you did -

to cover things up for Lachlan.

There are photos of him

with one of the girls

and I think you've seen them.

I have no idea

what you're talking about!

Lachlan panicked, right?

He asked you for help.

You made a call to ASIO. That's

what happened, isn't it, d*ck?!

Leo, let's just calm down, shall we?

I presume these three

were among the girls

you were having flown in,

so there's a personal connection.

It must be very distressing.

Now, calm down.

They were only hookers.

No.

There are security issues, Leo.

Why would you have innocent

young women k*lled for Lachlan?

That piece of sh*t?

There are so many reasons

to k*ll in this world.

I think a couple of them are OK.

But there is no reason

for these girls to die for him.

So I'm proposing a deal.

I have insurance.

I-I don't understand.

Eva, for want of another name,

came here to steal

some documents about the weather.

The atomic clouds.

What about them?

These documents prove they travel,

spraying all that

bipartisan democratic radiation

all over the country.

Nonsense! (LAUGHS)

I've seen the reports.

You've been duped.

The clouds don't travel. (LAUGHS)

It's a scientific fact.

They do travel, d*ck.

And by the way, should something

happen to the girls or me

or my family

..everyone who's living

under those clouds will also know.

The woman has these documents?

Yes.

Do we have a deal?

Of course we have a deal.

Corporal Baxter.

Agent Cartwright.

Agent Martin.

Welcome.

Uh, this way.

DALGLEISH: Sir?

Hmm?

Sir, did you hear me?

I'm sorry, Dally, what did you say?

I said it's really now time

to take you two back

to what we laughingly refer to

as civilisation.

Take him. I'm staying.

We've been through this, sir.

Have we really, Dally?

Mm-hm.

Excellent.

Then I won't have to rehash

my arguments.

Chappy?

I'm staying too.

There. You see?

I can't leave you out here, sir.

I am your commanding officer.

I have issued an order.

I require a salute.

I shall have to inform Leo, sir.

(SIGHS) Oh, very well, then.

Inform him if you must.

He works for me, after all.

Off you go, then.

Inform your t*ts off.

Your quarters, gentlemen.

Oh, God!

It's so good to see you!

Hello.

Hello.

So, what brings you here?

Well, as you know,

we work for the government.

HARRY: Our dad's a hero.

Yes. He's quite the hero.

Uh, you could have your photo

taken with him.

Everyone wants his photo

taken with him now.

Uh, we have things to do.

Yeah.

There might be an opportunity

for a photograph.

We're so proud.

And we love him so much.

Right.

We should go freshen up.

We'll tell Dad you're here.

I'm sure he would love to see you.

Uh-huh. OK.

Oh

Er, don't

Goodbye!

Ohh!

I can't take much more

of that little girl.

She's brutal.

Yeah.

Guess who's here.

LORRAINE: Who?

The

The ASIO agents.

They're freshening up.

OK, the plane's

probably waiting for you.

Baxter, the bags. Come on, let's go.

Yes, sir.

Well (SIGHS)

See you, champion.

OK, come on.

See you soon, OK?

You got 'em?

Yeah. They're safe.

Safe trip.

Thank you.

(SIGHS) Goodbye.

(ENGINE STARTS)

EVA: It was Jones.

What was Jones?

He abducted me and was going to

r*pe and m*rder me.

But I k*lled him first.

Jones?

Corinne has shown me

Quentin's last report.

Is it real?

I don't know.

These seem perfectly authentic.

They make sense.

The sort of thing he'd write.

Is this all you have?

That's everything.

This will change things. I promise.

What I'm about to tell you

goes no further than this room.

Major Carmichael

will be delivering to you a red spy.

The thing is,

it's possible he may be red too.

He's attempted to blackmail me.

Deal with them both.

There's also some documents

about the weather

that need to be located

as a matter of urgency.

There's also two prostit*tes

in the hospital.

They're part of the blackmail.

They need to be

accommodated as well.

CARTWRIGHT: I'll do the women.

You do Carmichael.

Are you sure he was alright?

I mean, seriously.

I thought he was very clear.

I thought he was pissed.

And he told us to k*ll four people.

That's what I took from that.

You're sure he was clear?

I think he was very clear.

Christ!

(FLAMES CRACKLE)

Something bad's about to happen.

I feel it too.

Look after the little ones.

Haven't I always?

No, you have not.

No!

(SCREAMS)

Vonnie, what the f*cking hell?!

Vonnie!

Von! No!

Vonnie?

(YELPS)

LEO: Don't, for God's sake!

Can you take care of her?

PHIL: Please! Guard!

Get me out of here!

I'm a cabinet minister!

Oh, mother!

(GROANS)

(OBJECT RATTLES)

Do I need to k*ll you, d*ck?

I'd really rather not.

But I obviously can't trust you.

Well, I-I can't trust you,

so it makes life

somewhat difficult.

Can we stick to our deal, please?

Just don't k*ll the girl.

She's a spy!

I don't have a choice!

O-OK.

Alright. Alright.

I-I-I won't k*ll her.

I promise. I won't k*ll her!

(STAMMERS) I promise.

I-I won't. I won't!

(SCREAMS)

Sorry about that.

Oh! Arggh!

I can't get you straight to Adelaide.

You'll need to stay with us

for a couple of days.

Now, to be clear,

you're gonna resign this evening

in front of the press

for personal reasons.

If you don't resign this evening,

you may be stuck here in this

hospital for a very long time.

Just remember,

these are my people, d*ck.

And there are a million ways

to die in this place

and almost all of them are slow.

(WHIMPERS)

Did you make a copy

of Quentin's last report?

The idea occurred to me, but

neither Corinne nor I can type.

OK.

Did you make a copy?

And what if I had?

Would it be a problem?

Would it

foil your master plan?

I assume you have other identities.

Mm-hm.

Mm-hm?

I do.

Which I shall reveal to you

over time.

But Eva was my favourite.

May she rest in peace.

The big lies are the best,

aren't they?

People tend not to question

the really big lie.

(KNOCK AT DOOR)

It's about

Oh. Erm

I beg your pardon, Doctor.

It's about Cranky.

What do you mean?

I mean the general is infatuated

with country, Leo.

Neither George nor Cranky

will come back.

Thought you should know.

Jones?

Jones is there?

Aye.

Dally, Jones is the r*pist.

(LAUGHS) Jones is not

WILLIAMS: You know, Myer

(SIGHS) ..I think

we're going to make it.

So do I, Williams.

You know, you've really

pulled your weight.

Thank you, Williams.

My papa would have been

quite blindsided by you, Myer.

He's a member of the Lords.

"Never, ever trust a Jew,"

he always said.

Drilled it into me. (CHUCKLES)

Not that he's an anti-Semite.

My mother was parachuted

into France

and fought for the Resistance

for 18 months.

The Gestapo

captured and tortured her.

Vicissitudes of life, eh? (CHUCKLES)

Vicissitudes of life?

You think my mother

being tortured by the Gestapo

is a vicissitude of life, do you?

(BOTH GRUNT)

NEWSREEL: Out here in the desert,

18 hours a day,

these men sl*ve

in the heat and sand

to help build a nuclear defence

for Britain, Australia,

indeed the entire Empire.

And as of today,

it is a defence that could not

be more necessary,

as Soviet troops invade

Hungary's capital, Budapest,

in order to brutally crush

the Hungarian people's cries

for freedom from communist tyranny.

Get those bombs in Maralinga ready,

boys.

They are needed.

P.A.: Confirm Operation Buffalo

green ignition capacity.

Beautiful, isn't it?

It is, sir.

Off for a walk?

Mind if I join you?

Uh

Just, um having a bit

of a think actually, sir.

Uh, family.

Ah.

Wouldn't mind some solo time.

Righto.

P.A.: Do we have green ignition

capacity confirmed, Sigma?

Confirmation pending.

Ignition sequence commenced.

This time.

What are you doing, sir?

You know perfectly well

what I'm doing.

Go on back to the others.

I'm going for a walk.

You're really not a well man.

You know that, sir?

Well enough to know a sick man

when I see one.

I am as cognisant of my dementia

as you are ignorant

of your perversion.

If you take one more step

towards that girl,

I will thrash you

to within an inch of your life.

(TRUCK APPROACHES)

(TRUCK PULLS UP)

(DOORS OPEN, CLOSE)

Ever the 18th-century aristocrat,

hmm?

In love with the sound

of your own voice.

You ever k*lled anyone?

I have.

No, you haven't.

You're a bloody coward.

Oh!

(g*nsh*t)

Are you alright, sir?

(GRUNTS) I think so.

Just just give me a moment.

Just lie back and breathe, sir.

No.

It's OK. He's OK.

Just close your eyes

for a few moments, sir.

I will tell you one thing.

If you've come to take me back,

I'll have none of it.

(GRUNTS, SIGHS)

Where's the copy, Leo?

(SIGHS)

Where's the copy?

I'm running out of time.

What's your real name?

Eva.

As it happens.

Former husband

working for Khrushchev?

No.

Daughter?

Yes.

I know you made a copy, Leo.

It has to be back at the camp.

Let's go back and get it.

And then we can go away.

To London.

My people are getting very anxious.

They don't want the world

finding out about this.

I believe in our Empire.

What's so wrong with that?

Seriously?

After all you know about this place?

It's just politics, Leo.

No, it isn't.

Don't make me hurt you.

I really don't want to hurt you.

Then don't.

P.A.: Ten. Nine.

Eight. Seven.

(FIRES)

(SHOCK WAVE ROARS)

Oh!

Leo?

Leo!

(SOBS)

(SOFTLY) Oh, Leo.

I'm so sorry.

Leo.

(NEWSREEL MUSIC)

Mourning and celebration today

as Major Leo Carmichael,

hero of Maralinga

and victim of a savage

communist assassination,

is laid to rest in Adelaide.

He is survived by his wife

and two children.

Whilst in Canberra,

the Prime Minister has announced

that the surviving victim

of the attempted red coup

in Maralinga,

former attorney-general

and military hero Richard Wilcox,

will take up the post as the Queen's

representative in Australia,

the governor-general.

He only had four words

on news of his appointment

God save the Queen!

ALL: God save the Queen!

(KNOCK AT DOOR)

MAN 1: I reckon we're screwed.

MAN 2: Government?

Well, if we went ahead

and published,

we'd have to tell them

or I'll be arrested.

It's a big security matter.

They'd D-notice it for sure.

It's a bloody good story, though.

Yeah, and it would be

the end of Menzies.

It's a great story.

We just can't publish it.

(UNDER BREATH) That's bullshit.

Sorry, girls. It's not for us.

Nothing we can use, girls.

Good luck.

MAN: Hey, uh Emma, is it?

Yes. And Corinne.

Where did you get this?

My dad.

What does your dad do?

He was at Maralinga.