01x03 - Episode 3

[bunniefuu]

LEO: Tell me you found Carmen.

HILLY: We found someone else.

Eva Lloyd George.

My uncle is Gwilym Lloyd George.

The Home Secretary?

I thought you released three

of those last night, Dr Ratchett.

RATCHETT: And another six this

morning. Need to establish a trail.

CRANKY: I have been told that there

are no Aborigines in this region.

I've never really gone out there

to see for myself.

ST JOHN: Why don't you, sir?

I never want to hear that name again.

Do you understand?

I'm from the Australian Security

and Intelligence Organisation.

Leo? Leo!

You have to clean up

and get out of here.

There's no time to mourn.

(LIVELY CHATTER)

(DRAMATIC MOVIE MUSIC)

FILM NARRATOR: Before dawn

on the 16th of July 1945

at Alamogordo, New Mexico,

an event took place

which was to change the world

for all time to come.

(expl*si*n)

The atomic age was born.

(CHILDREN EXCLAIM)

LORRAINE: Would you like to go

to space one day?

I guess so.

What about space monsters?

What space monsters?

There could be space monsters.

There aren't any space monsters.

No such thing.

How do you know? There's probably

another life out there.

It's unlikely they look like us,

so I think that space monsters

aren't just a possibility

but a probability.

There is no other life out there.

Is there, Mum?

No space monsters!

Everyone take a breath. OK? Come on.

The horse show starts in 10 minutes.

Giddy-up.

(THEME MUSIC)

d*ck: (ON RADIO)

Mr Speaker, having just returned

from a fact-finding journey

to Maralinga,

where we found a military facility

run to the highest standards

of discipline and efficiency,

we can inform the House

the work being done there

will define this country

for generations.

It is fundamentally un-Australian

for this Opposition

to attempt to undermine our future.

This Opposition

SPEAKER: (BANGS GAVEL) Order!

..which seeks to do no more

than to pollute the minds

of our citizenry

with their hideous red propaganda!

SPEAKER: Order!

Mr Speaker, Labor does not seek

to pollute anything.

OPPOSITION MEMBERS: No, no, no, no!

What Labor seeks is straight answers

from this government

to inform the Australian people

about the goings on at Maralinga!

MAN: We want to know!

TERRY: This government volunteered

to have nuclear bombs

dropped on our country!

MAN: It's a bloody disgrace!

TERRY: Absolutely nothing

and no-one will be harmed,

according to the Prime Minister!

The girls are coming to pick me up

in a cab at half past.

Len's coming, right?

Yeah, he should be here

any minute. Here.

Take this.

What's that?

It's your marching orders.

Tell no-one, not even the girls,

until you're there and safe.

It's Lenny's uncle's

and it's remote, so you'll be safe.

Uh, Nick, this is Leo.

G'day, mate.

Hey.

NICK: Oh, we're in luck, man.

No blood's seeped through.

We'll just wrap him in the rug,

tie it off

and chuck him in the truck.

Did you want anything extra?

What do you mean, 'extra'?

No fingers means no fingerprints,

no teeth, no dental records,

burn his clothes,

that sort of thing.

I thought you said

he'd never be found.

A lot of blokes in your situation

feel as though they might sleep

a little better at night

if the body could never be ID'd.

How much extra?

£5.

Yeah.

Did he drive here?

Yeah.

Well, we'll need to deal with that.

That's another five.

There's a sedan out front

with Z plates.

Z plates? Is he a cop?

Is that a problem?

Not especially.

Terry. Can I have a quick word?

It'll have to be very quick.

I'm already late for a meeting.

You gave us some pretty good stick

today about Maralinga.

You look confident.

We're a hungry Opposition.

What do you expect?

I expect you to do

what's in the best interests

of the nation.

Is there something you know

that I,

as the responsible minister,

ought to know about Maralinga?

You've answered

your own question, d*ck.

You ought to know.

(TRAIN WHISTLE BLOWS)

MAN: (ON P.A) Attention.

The next train will not be

stopping at Canberra station.

For passengers' safety,

please stand well behind the line.

(GUARD BLOWS WHISTLE)

MAN: (ON P.A.) Perfect conditions

yet again in Maralinga

for the annual

Aussies versus Poms game.

So, go, boys!

(P.A. WHINES)

(CLEARS THROAT)

Pitch is turning a bit. (CHUCKLES)

Mm. I see.

Yeah.

Uh, a couple of gaps

out there on the on side.

This Pommy b*stard's got a bit

of pace about him, so be warned.

Gotcha. I'll sort it.

JONES: How's the patient?

You mean the Russian doll

you nearly pissed yourself over?

She's fine.

Stop it.

Cor!

Duty calls. Have fun.

Yeah! It's cricket!

Ah.

MAN: Middle and leg, please, sir!

A bit towards leg.

There we go.

MEN: Oh!

(GRUNTS ANGRILY) f*ck' rat!

HILLY: Murph. Murph

What's the bloody point?

MAN: Get him!

(KNOCK AT DOOR)

Come!

Hang on. Ta-da!

How are you, darling Prof?

Chicken!

(LAUGHS)

You're my new junior?

It would appear so.

But you're

Since when have you been

a Lloyd George?

Unless you've married

a Lloyd George, of course.

No, I've always been

a Lloyd George, Prof.

Yeah, but you were Eva Lavroski.

I'm afraid not.

I used my mother's maiden name

at Cambridge.

Still do sometimes. Never liked

having preferred treatment.

You're an actual Lloyd George?

Oh, Christ, Prof! Does it matter?

If anything, it's a bloody curse.

It's all anybody

ever wants to talk about.

Prime minister or not,

I was never particularly

fond of the old bugger.

Quite frankly, I wish

I could have stayed a Lavroski.

Shall we go for a walk?

Nurse!

Nurse, give us a hand, would you?

(GROANS) Ow. Ow, ow!

Oh.

Good Lord!

Nurse.

Professor.

MURPH: Cor!

You know I love you, right?

Always have and I always will.

Come, my little rays of sunshine!

Men!

(GROANS)

I love you.

Alice! Marilyn!

Sometimes, during a drought

..the meteorologists

must tell the farmers

it's about to rain.

Because without hope,

they have nothing.

So, sometimes,

when the wind is blowing east

They must be told

it's a southerly.

I have one job, chicken -

to allay fear.

To put the gods of water and fire

..at peace.

Are you some sort of

desert w*r-lord shaman now?

I write my public reports

in such a way

that the Australian people

can feel comfy and secure

about the tests at Maralinga,

so all the windy politicians

in London and Canberra

can be released from liability

because the science

is officially in from yours truly

confirming the atomic

mushroom clouds don't travel.

EVA: "Sleep tight, Australia,

for safe progress is at hand."

Quite.

You must also

have written real reports.

Of course.

Who gets those?

It's a political matter

way above your pay grade.

Only two people get the truth.

Not many in London or Canberra

want it.

It seems a possibility

your truth is getting out there

beyond pay grade borders.

What do you mean?

What borders?

Porous borders.

Parties opposed to

Her Majesty's realm

seem to have received

a raft of secrets

they were obviously

not intended to discover.

It seems your secret truths

about the wandering

atomic clouds have

..been leaked -

to politicians described

by some as 'unsympathetic'.

Unsympathetic?

To whom?

Prof

..have you been indiscreet?

(BANG AT DOOR)

Excuse me, Professor Ratchett.

Uh, Dr Lloyd George,

the general requests

the pleasure of your company.

CRANKY: # As I walked along

the Bois de Boulogne

# With an independent air

# You could hear

the girls declare

# "He must be a millionaire"

ALL: # You could hear them sigh

and wish to die

# You could see them wink

with the other eye

# At the man who broke the bank

at Monte Carlo. #

Where are the scientists?

They finished their work here

yesterday, Doctor.

CRANKY: And what

a jolly good show that is, too!

That's British efficiency

teaching them, isn't it?

In and out. That's our ethic.

Ah.

(CLEARS THROAT)

Isn't that a sight to behold?

One must say,

as leader of this vital mission,

as one surveys

this symbol of progress,

which only we British can make.

Actually, you know,

looking at it from this angle,

it's really just a crater,

isn't it?

Or am I missing something?

EVA: No, it would appear to be

just a crater, sir.

Well, I must say,

that's a tad underwhelming.

To put on this most uncomfortable

and unflattering kit.

Good God! !sis that a fire?

Is it they?

ST JOHN: Who, sir?

The people. You know.

The black people we met last night.

She sang. Remember?

I think we should be discreet

about last night, don't you, sir?

Government policy

about Aborigines and all that.

All what?

I think it's just a truck, sir.

And the blacks

wouldn't be in a truck.

ST JOHN: Even if there were any,

they can't drive.

What do you mean,

"Even if there were any"?

We were all there!

Leo was with us as well!

EVA: Might it not have been

a dream, sir?

We all have them.

Nothing unusual about that.

When one is in

a position of command,

under such obvious stress,

one needs to allow for

the occasional dream.

Don't you think, sir?

Corporal, sound your klaxon!

Mymy what, sir?

Your klaxon!

Sound it immediately!

Uh

Your horn.

Ah.

(TOOTS HORN REPEATEDLY)

Corporal, start the vehicle.

Allow me, sir. Jolly good.

You two stay

and, uhmind the fort.

No, sir, really, I

Did you not hear me, Mr Moore?

This is a military installation.

I am its commandant

and those are my orders.

Let us move on, Baxter.

Sans flotsam and jetsam here.

(STARTS ENGINE)

What exactly are you doing here,

Mr Moore?

You know, that's a very good

question, Dr Lloyd George.

LEO: Oh! I'm so bloody stoned.

That stuff is unbelievable.

I know. (COUGHS)

I'm very proud.

(LAUGHS) No, that

that's not what I meant, Len.

This is notthis is not

the right time to get this stoned.

It was just meant to be a toke.

Oh, Jesus. I've got toI've

got to see Lorraine. Oh, my God.

I really need to stop

taking drugs at some point.

Why don't you stop

k*lling people first?

Might help.

I beg your pardon?

That's the reason

why you take drugs.

To placate the m*rder*r within you.

Whatwhatwhat bullsh

I'm not

I'm not placating any

I'm notI'm not a m*rder*r.

I'm not a m*rder*r.

What do you f*cking mean,

you're not a m*rder*r?!

We just had a meeting

with someone about

how to dispose of a body stabbed

through the neck this morning!

Yeah, I told you,

it was self-defence.

Oh, and then you paid

a few extra pounds

to cut his f*ck' fingers off!

OK, shut up. Shut up! Shut up!

And then there's the small matter

of your atom bombs.

You know what?

You really need to get a haircut.

Well, I'm thinking

I'm gonna keep growing it.

Longer?

Well, I can't exactly

grow it shorter, idiot, can I?

(LEO LAUGHS)

Mate, I'm just saying,

given your profession,

you might want to adopt

a lower profile.

Mate, fashion, if nothing else,

is cyclical, yeah?

And, mate, no, the long hair,

it was the fashion hair

of the Renaissance era,

the Romantic era.

In fact, whenever mankind

has been at its best,

everyone's had long hair.

It's coming back.

It's coming back soon.

I intend to be in the vanguard.

Another inch

and they'll arrest you on sight.

Ha! I doubt it, mate.

Far out, I've got big cops

and pollies

and they're doing pretty well

out of me right now.

Yeah, they're not gonna let

my soon-to-be-glorious locks

get in the way

of good business sense.

sh*t!

What?

What if ASIO knows?

Knows what?

Knows I'm in Adelaide.

It's possible. f*ck!

This place has been cleaned.

We don't know for sure

that Whicker's dead.

Maybe it's Molly.

Then why didn't Whicker report in?

Mm.

(RADIO PLAYS QUIETLY)

OK, what do we know

about the phone call

from Molly to Lachlan?

Molly was in Maralinga

with at least one other girl -

Carmen.

Yeah. I mean, if you're gonna

go to all that trouble

to get two hookers

from Adelaide to Maralinga,

you may as well make it

a real party, right?

Get a bunch of girls.

Yeah. OK. I'm with you.

Then something goes to sh*t

at the party.

Sex game gone wrong. Drugs.

Carmen goes missing.

Politician panics.

Yeah, next day, Molly threatens

politician over the phone.

We know that.

But she probably also threatens

the guy that booked the party.

"Find my friend or else I'll blab"

is the message, yeah?

He'd be in a world of sh*t

and he'd need Molly to stay quiet.

CRANKY: I'm damn sure

it wasn't a dream.

She kept on insisting it was.

I don't know what to tell you,

General. Really.

Oh, but you must have seen them.

The blacks.

If you haven't,

then what are we paying you for?

I mean, your job is to find them

and move them on,

outside the perimeter.

Have you considered the possibility

that some of your people may be

trying to protect you from yourself?

You're not meant to be

seeing blacks, sir.

I have no need for protection.

I'm a general in the British Army.

I've been decorated

in a dozen bloody theatres.

I am your commander, am I not?

Aye. You are indeed, sir.

How much petrol

do you have, Sergeant?

Uh

Huh. A lot.

Corporal!

Yes, sir?

You may return to our crater

and ferry our friends

back to the camp,

if you'd be so kind.

Dalgleish here

is taking me on an inspection tour

of the perimeter.

Yes, sir. The entire perimeter?

Time permitting.

You do know, sir,

that this facility,

in actual land size,

is bigger than the United Kingdom?

Well, it's a big job, then.

So, tarry not, man.

Right.

Jesus! sh*t! Slow down.

What?

They're here.

Right there, look.

Straight ahead. A Z car.

OK, uh, take a left here.

I'll go in the back way.

What, here?

Yes, left!

Yeah, alright.

(PANTS)

(DOG BARKS)

Shh!

(BARKS)

Quiet, Major. Quiet.

Quiet, Major. There you go.

There you go. Shut up.

Not a bad neighbourhood,

don't you reckon, mate?

How does an army major

get to afford

to live in a place like this?

Red money, maybe.

(CALLS OUT) Dad!

Shh! Shh-shh!

OK, now, we only have

about 90 seconds

before there'll be a knock

on the front door.

They're men I work with.

We have to be nice to them.

What happened to your hand?

Tough roast beef.

Carving knife slipped.

This is our story, group.

I got home early this morning

from Maralinga, had a sleep.

We had breakfast, fooled around

with the dog for a while.

Walk in the park.

EMMA: We went to the show.

Did we?

Mm.

There's show stuff in there.

There are bags.

OK. Well, thatthat

that's good.

That'sthat's why

I came back, right?

The most important thing

is I've been here all day,

apart from when

we all went to the show.

And if they ask

how often you see me,

just say a fair bit -

every few weeks.

That's not a good answer.

It'll do for now.

That's not a good answer, Dad!

You can't just say

you're back every few weeks,

because they can check that,

can't they?

I mean, they'd know

if you left the camp, right?

Right. Thank you, Em.

So, we'll say Harry's birthday,

shall we?

Because we can prove that.

Sevenmonths ago.

OK. Good thinking.

Harry, come and help me

rebandage my hand, huh?

Come on. Hello, darling.

Alright, let's go.

AGENT: Calm down.

Oh!

(AGENTS CONTINUE

LOW-LEVEL CONVERSATION)

Heads up.

Wait. What?

Ohh, sh*t!

AGENT: Mate, really?!

Mate, we're not meant to have these.

Where'd you get them?

It's a w*r out there, mate.

The communists are everywhere.

Mate, that guy

is a decorated w*r hero.

Arggh! Ohh!

It is the school holidays.

He has two kids.

More than likely, they're at home.

If we turn up there with sawn-offs

and he has got a g*n,

all hell could break loose.

Whicker would have gone in

with a sawn-off.

Whicker was a psychopath, mate.

Back in the boot!

(SIGHS)

"But the man from Snowy River

let the pony have his head,

"And he swung his stock whip"

(DING!)

"..round and gave a cheer,

"And he raced him

down the mountain

"Like a torrent in its bed

"And while the others stood and"

(DING!)

"..watched in very fear."

Milk for your tea, gentlemen?

Yes. Thank you.

Yes, please.

That would be

Definitely milk.

Yeah, that would be great.

Thank you so much.

It's 'The Man from Snowy River'.

I'm just practising my typing.

Ah, right.

So, youyou, umyou went

to the show this morning, did you?

That sounds like fun.

Dad promised he'd take us.

Oh. OK.

So, youryour dad's been home

all day, has he?

Yes. Apart from

when we went to the show.

Tell me, do either of you

believe in space monsters?

I know it sounds childish.

Space monsters?

Yes.

Because my idiot brother

won't even

contemplate the possibility,

and I just can't see

how the only life in the universe

can be on this earth.

Statistically, you know?

Statistically.

I mean, they don't have to be,

like, 'monsters' monsters,

like in the movies,

but it's most likely

they won't look like us.

Isn't it?

I mean, the process of evolution.

So, is your dad gonna be long?

Well, how do you do, gentlemen?

Leo Carmichael.

Sorry for keeping you waiting.

Yeah.

G'day. How do you do?

Agent Cartwright.

Agent Martin.

What happened to your hand?

Oh. Tough roast beef.

Hunger got the better of me

and the knife slipped.

Thanks, darling.

Of course.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Thank you.

So, um, one of our colleagues

has disappeared.

Oh. How can I help?

Well, it depends

how you want to play this, Major.

You see, we're ASIO

and we don't have to go through

this little charade

of tea and pleasantries

with the kiddies.

We can haul you away right now

and keep you in custody

pretty much forever.

So, the last place we know

for certain our colleague visited

was the home of Molly Lipton,

and if you tell us

you don't know who that is,

that would be a huge mistake.

Very well.

Do you know where Molly Lipton is?

Well, I presume

you've tried her house.

I have her telephone number

somewhere,

if that'd be of some assistance.

OK. So, youyou do know her?

Of course.

As you said, it would be a huge

mistake to deny knowing her,

because you know it'd be untrue.

I mean, you know my job

at Maralinga.

Yes. We've been told

that you effectively run the place.

From a military and logistical

perspective, that's true.

My main official task is to design

and supervise construction

of whatever infrastructure the

scientists need to drop their bombs.

Right. Yeah.

But after General Cranford,

I am the senior soldier,

so I also run the camp.

We know you have prostit*tes

flown into the camp.

Yes. And obviously,

that's where Molly comes in.

My main unofficial task

is to look after the scientists.

Whatever they want, it's my job

to make sure they get it.

If they want French wine,

I get them French wine.

If they want French women,

I get them Australian women

poorly pretending to be French.

But whatever makes them happy.

Such are my orders.

So, Molly Lipton

is a person I turn to

as a, uhservice provider,

and she's paid well

to provide those services.

She and a few of her girls

come to the camp occasionally

(KNOCK AT DOOR)

Need Leo, darling.

(SIGHS)

Uhand this is for

the scientists, did you say?

Yes. So, Molly and her girls

arrived Tuesday, I think.

And then a test was called forward.

Uh, apologies, gentlemen.

Darling, there's a gentleman

at the door

wanting to use the phone.

Excuse me for a second, gentlemen.

No worries.

(WHISPERS) Just stop being

so aggressive, can you?

I'm not!

You are! It's in your eyes.

Just because you're expecting

another set of twins

doesn't mean you can steamroll

every situation.

This has nothing to do with

Wendy's unique talent for pregnancy!

He's a communist!

What are you talking about?

Who said anything about a communist?

He's not a communist!

We're here because of Whicker!

There's no history of twins

in Wendy's family.

Or mine.

(GROANS) Mate!

But when these two are born,

we will have three sets of twins

under the age of five!

Wendy's not her mother's daughter.

Or something worse.

That's all I'm saying.

(PHONE RINGS)

Oh, Jesus!

Dunne!

LENNY: Hey.

How are you, Jack?

Busy, mate. What's up?

Look, I'm not happy.

I'm not happy at all.

I've just had a big stash thieved.

And I want to know

that you've got my back on this.

I do, mate. Always.

How big was the stash?

It was four carry-ons.

Four carry-ons?!

f*ck! That's got to be 200!

Jeez! Do you know

who and where they are?

Yep.

Oh, well, they're dead meat, mate,

trust me.

Yeah, look, I'd be careful

if I was you.

I think they're ASIO.

ASIO?!

f*ck!

So, the, uhthe Defence Minister?

Yes, Mr Lachlan was in the party,

as were the scientists,

the British High Commissioner

What went on at the party?

I have no idea.

Well, you falsified records,

flight manifests.

Only way I could make it work.

And what went on at the party?

I told you, I have no idea.

When was the last time

you actually saw Molly Lipton?

Wednesday, when she left Maralinga.

We will tell the press that you are

cooperating with our investigation,

but if I were you

I would kiss your kids.

If I were you,

I'd walk away right now

and steer clear of Maralinga

for the rest of your lives.

Yep. OK, well, let's do that.

Thanks, mate, for

You're under arrest. Get up.

Mate, are you sure?

(CHUCKLES) I'm sure.

OK.

(SIRENS WAIL)

Oops.

(CARS PULL UP)

Too late, I fear.

You had your chance.

They're not here for me,

Agent Cartwright.

Oh! Come on, mate!

You've already cuffed me!

(INDISTINCT SHOUTING)

REPORTER: Here. Another one!

There's another one!

There's another one!

Are you kidding?!

You're dead.

(SIREN WAILS)

(REPORTERS SHOUT)

Alright! Oi!

As you can observe, the perpetrators,

who we can identify as agents

of the Australian Security

and Intelligence Organisation,

have in their possession

a trafficable quantity

of ill*gal substances

and ill*gal weapons.

Weapons?!

I'll take questions now.

(REPORTERS CLAMOUR)

So, you're in trouble?

It's nothing I can't take care of.

You can take care of ASIO?

On an average day, it would seem.

And today has been pretty average.

I thought you built towers.

Yes, from which they drop atom bombs.

No towers, no bombs, no progress.

Are you a spy?

You've done more than your share

for the Empire.

Lorraine, I'm a soldier.

I like being a soldier.

It's not so much about loyalty.

You took the words

out of my mouth.

But you don't like it.

You love it.

They owe you an enormous pension.

The house is paid for.

You could walk into

any engineering firm in town

I tried that when I got back

from France, remember?

How do you think that worked out?

The offer's still on the table.

If you want a divorce,

I won't stand in your way.

I'll be the villain.

That's not what I want.

And just for the record

..it wouldn't be much of

a sacrifice on your part

to be the villain.

Well, there's not much more

I can offer right now.

You talk about divorce

like we're from Sydney.

This is Adelaide, Leo.

I'll see you as soon as I can.

HARRY: Can't you stay longer?

I'm needed back at the camp.

Remember these words, my boy -

people really like

being bossed round.

Now, what are you gonna do

for the rest of the day?

EMMA: We're going to Justin's.

HARRY: A balloon landed

in his backyard.

Everyone's going to see it.

A show balloon?

No.

A bigger balloon, he says.

Covered in muck.

Justin always makes up stuff,

though.

Right. When was this?

This morning.

It's got all these gadgets on it,

he says.

Gadgets?

OK. You know,

I'd like to see this thing.

Really?

Yeah.

What, a balloon?

Yeah, a family outing.

What do you say?

What about your flight?

Oh, it'll wait for me.

Come on. Let's get in the car.

Let's move.

Hey, um, have you

you got your keys, mate?

'Cause it's your turn to drive.

You know, we reallywe need

some equity in this relationship

or it's simply not gonna work.

(CHILDREN LAUGH)

I'm gonna get you!

(CHILDREN CHATTER)

Just wait here for a second, OK?

EMMA: Why?

Just wait here for a second!

Your father's right.

Stay put for now.

I know these people. You don't.

What's in the balloon?

Information.

You turned white

when Harry mentioned the balloon.

The kids can't go near that balloon.

Because?

It's just a precaution.

Hi!

Hi, Lorraine.

I thought I heard your car.

Hi, Maria.

Sorry. A little early.

You've met my husband, Leo,

of course.

I think so. Um, how are you?

Fine, thank you.

Well, come in.

Hi! Bring the kids in.

Oh, you should see this thing!

It fell literally out of the blue,

onto our washing line.

Has anyone touched it?

Yeah!

The kids have been

fooling around with it. Why?

Hmm. Well, I know this all sounds

strange, but I think it's mine.

And can you get the kids

to stop playing with it, please?

Oh! (CHUCKLES) Your balloon?

Leo runs the atomic tests

at Maralinga.

We use a lot of weather balloons. Are

the kids playing with it right now?

Uhthe atom bombs?

Right. I remember

Lorraine saying something

If that balloon is one of ours,

it wasn't meant to land here

and the gadgets connected to it

contain some important

scientific and military data,

so it would be a lot better

if no-one touched or tampered

with the gadgets or the balloon.

In fact, if you could just keep the

kids away from the balloon altogether

and you kept them inside.

Our washing. The

The sheets I put out to dry

yesterday

..this morning,

they had thisthis

..light grey soot all over them,

just like the balloon.

And I-I

(SCREAMS) Kids! Kids!

(KETTLE WHISTLES)

So, I have two kids

(SWITCHES OFF KETTLE)

..and a dog.

They've been playing with

your husband's balloon all day.

What would you advise me to do?!

Leo will tell you.

Oh. So, you trust Leo now, do you?

(PHONE RINGS)

Why do we always make tea?!

I'm so f*cking sick of tea!

Have you got any Scotch?

Watto?

Yes. Get meget me

Professor Ratchett.

Where is he, then? Try the mess.

So, the thing is

..I know it's you

who's been doing the leaking.

You're the only person I've

discussed the truth of my work with.

And I did that

because I trusted you.

Actually, I didn't do it

because I trusted you,

I did it because

..I think I'm in love with you,

actually.

And I think you know that.

But you're not in love with me,

are you?

You can be honest with me.

Were you just using me?

CORINNE: 'Just'.

I mean, it's such an awful word.

Don't you think?

I found out I was sterile

after I'd been here for a year.

So, you can imagine mycuriosity.

And then you appeared

almost as if on cue.

It's not as if I haven't

enjoyed our time together

over the last year, but

..you're right.

I'm not in love with you.

I want you to know

that I've seen things here.

Things you don't know.

That I couldn't, in conscience,

stay silent about.

I'm sure you've seen things too.

I never meant to hurt you.

But I guess it was

an inevitable consequence.

So, I apologise.

(BARKS)

LEO: sh*t. Away!

(TAPS ON WINDOW) Away!

Lorraine Uh, sorry, Maria?

The dog. The dog.

You need to pull her in.

I'm back, yeah.

(WHISTLES) Where are you?

Come here. What are you doing?

No, no, no, no.

(DOG WHIMPERS)

Thank you, Corporal.

I hope I'm not keeping you.

Yes?

Doctor.

Major. Enjoying Adelaide?

One of our balloons has landed

in the backyard

of one of my son's friends.

My neighbours and their kids

have been playing

with the balloon,

even though the balloon

is covered in, quote, "grey muck".

Are you sure this is something

we should be discussing

over the phone, Major?

We have no choice!

OK? What about my neighbours?

Is it serious?

Well, there are many variables

in play.

Mass, content, viscosity.

I can't tell from here, sir.

Check the number.

Will you please tell me

what to do?!

This isn't my area.

Not your area?

How long have you been at Maralinga?

That balloon has travelled

through an atomic b*mb plume.

I wouldn't go near the thing myself

without gloves, a mask,

boots and a suit.

Do you have kids?

What would you do if you had kids

in this situation?

Isn't it obvious?

You scrub those kids

till they bleed.

Then you wrap them up

and you take them to a hospital

with a radiation unit.

Surely you don't need me

to tell you that.

So, it's really bad?

Christ!

Don't pretend to me

that you don't know.

Your job is to pretend to them

that you don't know!

(HANGS UP)

(GIRL SCREAMS, CRIES)

It's OK. I'm almost done. It's OK.

(GIRL CONTINUES CRYING

AND SCREAMING)

MARIA: Ah!

OK, almost done. Turn.

Just stay there.

No, no, no, no, no, no, no.

It's just a matter of precaution.

A precaution? Against what?

Just to be safe.

I understand the meaning

of the word 'precaution'!

Christ!

Lor

What the hell are you doing?

Isn't it safe?

I thought it was the safest thing

mankind ever created.

That's what you told me.

Just walk away from it,

will you, please?

Answer my question.

Why?

These are my friend's kids, Leo.

Christ! What w*r do you still think

you're fighting?

Whose w*r? Who's the enemy?

Or is it because

it's the only w*r on offer?

If there's another w*r,

don't you want us

to have a chance of winning it?

This is what winning looks like,

is it?

Bombing your own country?

Toxic balloons in backyards?

The Russians won't need a w*r, Leo.

We'll just k*ll ourselves

and save them the bother!

Tell me the truth!

Walk away from the balloon,

Lorraine, and we can talk.

I don't think

I've ever seen you this scared.

Don't play f*cking games!

You don't have to touch it

to get sick!

The kids, Lorraine!

g*dd*mn you!

But for the fact you happen

to be back here, playing spy games,

our kids would be playing

with that balloon right now.

Yeah, so I came back, alright?

Not by design.

We need to take you and your children

to the hospital

at the Edinburgh RAAF base.

I'm not aware of any hospital

at the RAAF base.

You're not meant to be.

You'll have to sign a document

before I can take you there.

You have no choice.

You can't mention anything

that's about to happen

to you or your children to anyone.

If you do, you'll go to jail.

CRANKY: There is so much beauty

in this land, Dally,

is there not?

Aye, there is, sir.

I should have thought, with such

a permanently stunning setting,

they would have had

a bit of dress sense.

If ever there was an environment

that cried out for white linens.

Or cream, at the very least.

Well, theythey used to

roam round happily naked, sir.

And then the mish taught them

hymns and shame.

"The mish"?

Aye, the bloody Lutheran mission.

Oh.

Ah, yes. Now I understand.

It does smack of

a German sense of fashion.

(BOTH LAUGH)

Aye.

DALGLEISH AND CRANKY:

# Oh, you take the high road

# And I'll take the low road

# And I'll be in Scotland afore ye

# For me and my true love

# Will never meet again

# On the bonny

CRANKY: # Bonny banks

of Loch Lomond. #

(CRANKY LAUGHS)

# Oh, ye take the high road

# And I'll take

BOTH: # The low road

# And I'll be in Scotland

afore ye #

(FAN RATTLES)

(PLANE FLIES OVERHEAD)

(SIGHS HEAVILY)

What's going to happen

to my babies?

I'm sure they'll be fine.

Can you promise me that?

No. I'm not a doctor.

But let me make sure

that you understand

(YELLS) I bloody know!

I can't speak to anyone about this,

and if I do, the consequences

will be severe!

That's all you seem to

bloody care about!

What are you doing out there, Leo?

Making us safe.

(SOBS)

But you can't

tell anyone that either.

I'm sorry, Maria. I have my orders.

(DOOR OPENS)

MAN: Major?

Let Lorraine know

how things turn out.

I'll do what I can do.

(KNOCKING AT DOOR)

Prof, you didn't come to dinner!

Wakey-wakey!

Hands off it, darlin'. (LAUGHS)

Good evening, Attorney-General.

And Defence Minister.

d*ck: Good evening, Major.

You're visiting Maralinga

again, sir? And so soon?

Just wanted to have

a bit of a private chat, Major.

Bad news and good news.

(LEO SIGHS)

I've just been reading

an intelligence report.

You've had a busy few days,

by the looks of things, Major.

Indeed I have.

ASIO agent disappears

off the face of the earth.

(SCREAMS) No! No, no!

No! No!

No, please! No!

And just as they're about to

arrest you,

they are arrested

by local constabulary!

(LAUGHS) What a fabulous twist!

Now, if you are eventually charged

in relation to these incidents

and then found guilty,

what do you imagine

will be your sentence?

I'd say without a lawyer

for my defence at a trial in camera,

any reputable judge

would give me death.

d*ck: And we have nothing less than

reputable judges.

Nevertheless, there is a chance

that you may be more useful to me

alive than dead.

Hence the good news.

You are now mine, Major.

I own you.

I need you to tell me

all the secrets behind our progress.

I will have your 100% loyalty.

But never fear.

It won't go unrewarded.

I am making you

the face of Maralinga.

I will own you

and you will own these tests.

So, on the whole,

it would be better

if things went without a hitch.

Tomorrow, Australia will have

a new hero to celebrate.

(CHUCKLES) Are we agreed?

You know, we'll have television

come October.

The government's

looking for a new face

that can project confidence,

strength and warmth

into the living rooms of the nation.

So, we daren't use a politician.

Are we agreed?

Thank you for the opportunity,

Attorney. I am at your service.

Excellent.

Rather than bring discredit

to this great national endeavour,

you will make this nation proud.

And if I don't, I'll be shot.

We are in furious agreement.

Now, as we have

a test bombing tomorrow,

I have, of course,

invited some press

to witness the proceedings.

I think he was m*rder*d.

What do you mean, m*rder*d?

Why didn't you tell me

we have guests?

This is not an auspicious start

to our relationship, Leo.

There's no need for a tower

in this test,

as the b*mb just has to be

loaded onto a plane.

Why don't we just postpone the

whole thing for a few days, Leo?

The Attorney-General

and Defence Minister are here

and they're not leaving today

without photos of them standing

in front of a mushroom cloud.

Can you imagine

what it must be like

to be blown up by an atomic b*mb?

d*ck: Who IS that lunatic?!

Somebody sh**t him! sh**t him now!