02x02 - Bindawu

[bunniefuu]

♪♪

Maybe we should take Mungo
back to the others.

We can't take him back like that.

(water sloshes)

They might wanna wash him.

I'm not sure how they do it
or what they do, but...

you know.

Can't fix much of it,

but we can get rid of the blood.

Some of it, at least.

How can you kick a kid in the face?

You can if you think he's a monster.

♪♪

(crickets chirping)

(sighs)

(grunts)

(exhales)

♪♪

(speaking native language) _


(water rushing)

(children shouting)

Waruu: They're stronger, faster.

Warriors who've survived
hundreds of thousands of years.

We call them subhuman,

but biologically,
they're better than us.

Deep down, we know that.
That's why we fear them.

We don't have to be afraid anymore.

Cut to the chase, Mr. West.

Project Madisterium.

One simple dose creates
instant cellular mutation.

The hair loss begins almost immediately.

Within hours,
the hair's completely gone,

along with their speed and strength,

potentially even
their extended lifespan.

Are you telling me this
creature's become human?

Subhuman. Ready to be assimilated.

But, Mr. West, not so long ago, you
were arguing for Hairy rights.

My intent remains the same,

it's just the method that's changed.

Jarrod Slade and I
share a vision, Minister...

a way to heal the wounds
between the species.

The Inclusion Initiative
will give us a real opportunity

for humans and Hairies to
live peacefully side by side.

In return, your government backs
their entire welfare program.

Where I'm from, that's called
being screwed twice.

With respect, Minister,
that shows a lack of vision.

The initiative means Hairies are
no longer a thr*at to humans.

The genetic testing of the
general public comes to an end.

Hairies can live freely and safely

in an open, assimilated society.

And the face of that initiative...

a respected blackfellow who
wants nothing more than unity.

Where I'm from, that's called a win-win.

Well, that's quite a sales pitch.

But how long until
this Project Madisterium

can be tested on live subjects?

It's already begun.

♪♪

They'll start knocking on doors soon.

And you'll tell them we're family.

- Well, she's not gonna pass for a human.
- Latani: Let 'em come.

I'll take care of them.

There's food in there on the table.

It's true about the door knocking.

They've been through before.
They searched the place.

- How many of them?
- Usually two, fully armed.

Thorough search?

How often do they come?

Every three, four days.

Unless something else triggers
their interest before that.

Like a sighting?

No, like the fact that I can't
swing another day off.

- (watch buzzes)
- (chuckles)

My mate's already
on his way to pick me up.

And you think I'm stupid
enough to let you leave?

Stupid is not the word I
would use to describe you.

The city is on lockdown.

Everyone is jumpy. I need to act normal.

(sighs)

I can buy more food on my way home.

Why would you do that?

I wanna help you.

No one wants to help us.

Did hydrotherapy prove to be
the promised cure-all?

Yes, I feel almost human.

I thought you had an early start.

Just wanted to make sure you
were all right before I left.

You needn't even move
off the couch today.

- I recognize that look.
- The hospital called.

They need me back. I thought I
might go and do half a day.

My darling, I don't wanna
keep going on about it...

- But you think I should rest.
- Both of you should.

Just a little longer. Doctor's orders.

Well, I'm the doctor.

Shouldn't I be the judge of that?

Charlotte...

we nearly lost the baby.

You tell me if it's worth the risk.

And if I start climbing the walls?

Just make sure you find a safe way down.

I better go.

You call me if you need anything.

- You at the network all day?
- Oh, yeah.

Chained to my desk.

(keys jingle)

♪♪

(sighs)

(panting)

- (metal clangs)
- (gasps)

Araluen.

- (labored breathing)
- (clangs)

(sobbing)

(footsteps approaching)

Tell me about the lovely Marion Frith.

She's in %.

No eyebrows raised about disposal
of extracted waste products?

All to be delivered to Slade
Industries for destruction,

ensuring no toxic waste dumps.

A responsibility that Slade
Industries takes very seriously.

The recycling will save mankind,

just not quite in the way
the greenies intended.

I assured her the test subject
would be ready

for tonight's announcement.

He will be, mentally and physically.

We should give him a new name.

Or maybe ask him to choose one.

Something harmless, reassuring.

You could just assign him a number.

Not exactly relatable.

He needs a name in English.

It'll make people feel safer

if they know the Hairies
aren't allowed to use

their own language again
once they've been

through the process.

I could see you're born to this.

They have to act as human in all ways.

Savor the moment, Waruu.

We're about to change the world.

(footsteps approaching)

Oh, would you mind, Waruu?

Not at all.

♪♪

There. Facial recognition, %.

We need him found now.

- I'll find him.
- And do it quietly.

Don't draw the CA's or the
public's attention to what he is.

(door opens, closes)

- Araluen: Latani!
- Harry: Araluen!

Djukara! Latani!

- Djukara!
- Araluen.

Latani was with us.

We were busted out.

- Latani escaped.
- She's still alive?

Djukara?

- He was so brave, Araluen.
- (labored breathing)

- A real warrior.
- (sobs)

I'm sorry.

(Araluen crying)

♪♪

(speaking native language) _

♪♪

(birds chirping)

(grunts, spits)

(switch clicking)

Reporter: ...Diaz
reporting from the site

of a raid by subhumans
in which several courageous

Containment Authority officers

lost their lives.

This was clearly a planned att*ck

rather than an opportunistic one.

(crackling) Pressure is
mounting on the government

to cr*ck down on these violent creatures

who continue to prey on innocent humans.

Taylor Diaz, Channel News.

♪♪

(chatter)

(people gasping, crying)

This shows that the streets
aren't safe for any of you.

- Woman: Yeah, right.
- Please... stay hidden.

We can't trust anyone anymore.

Ordinary people did this.

But I am here for you all,

to keep you safe however I can.

To make the city a better place
for Hairies to live safe.

- Just like everyone else.
- Harry: They k*lled Mungo.

- We should k*ll them!
- (all shouting)

We don't get to decide
who lives or dies, Harry!

But if we wanna live side by side,

everyone accepting everyone else,

letting each other be,

well, then we have to find another way.

I'm not sure what that looks like.

You. You destroyed us!

- (screams)
- (grunts, gasps)

- (siren blaring)
- Wake up!

- (screams)
- (grunts)

Jyra! (shouting in native language)

- That's enough!
- (Harry grunting)

- (screaming continues)
- (groans)

(speaking native language) _

I am so sorry for your little girl.

(growls)

Let her be now, Koen.

(people murmuring)

♪♪

(rumbling)

(heavy heartbeat)

Everick: Is it alive?

Very much so.

(monitor beeping)

Let's find out what else
Cleverman blood can do.

What we can do to it.

(car approaching)

- House keys?
- Same ring as the car keys.

- He'll come in if I don't go out there.
- (horn honks)

Look, I promise you guys I'll come back.

And how many CA will you bring with you?

I'm telling the truth.

- (honking continues)
- I'll come back alone.

(door closes)

Ticktock, ticktock, buddy.

- Yeah.
- What happened to your head?

Don't ask. Let's get in the car.

We're running late.

(doors close, engine starts)

Woman on PA: Paging Dr. Blair. Dr.
Blair, please report to ICU.

- (telephone rings)
- ...report to ICU.

(chattering)

- Charlotte.
- Hey, Deepak.

I wasn't expecting you back so soon.

Oh, I couldn't let you run
outpatients all on your own.

Are you sure you're okay?

How many years you been
telling me what I should do?

Twelve... wait, no, years.

Oh, my God, you make me sound so old.

- Well, you are old.
- (gasps) So rude.

Anyway, I thought your OB ordered
bed rest until next week.

Are you conspiring
with my husband, Deepak?

Can I get the, um,
patients list for today?

Well, I wouldn't blame him
for treating you like glass.

Oh, my God, that man
is in a league of his own.

I swear, he'd lock me up if he
could till the baby was born.

Hey, I need a full workup...

hormones, hemoglobin,
iron, glucose, toxoplasmosis.

Got it, we'll run the gamut.

The IDs are missing.
What's the patient's name?

It's for me, actually.

I just wanna make sure
everything's running on track.

We'll make it a priority.

And you can keep your name
off the records.

- No one else need know.
- I appreciate it.

♪♪

(whirring)

Not a good look as my first
day as executive director.

(chuckles) No, we can't have that.

Um, Lucia can collect it
when you're done.

(door closes)

♪♪

(door opens)

(grunts)

- Oh!
- Oh, Christ, mate, are you okay?

- Is it broken?
- No, mate, you came out of nowhere.

Hang on, hang on. Just come over here.

Tilt your head back, mate.
Tilt your head back.

Okay. Oh, God, what happened?

Oh, mate, you came out of nowhere.

♪♪

_

(whirring)

(beeps)

Not a bad speech back there.

I don't wanna forgive anyone.

Why should Araluen?

- I just wanna...
- Blast every one of them?

- Yeah, I do.
- Well, not a bad start.

Gotta say that blast hurt like hell.

(sighs) I'm sorry, aunty.

I'm here, aren't I? All in one piece.

- You did what needed to be done.
- (exhales)

They're gonna pay. For Mungo.

For Blair.

- And for all the Hairies.
- I hear you.

But you can't just
hurl that thing around,

knocking out whoever
happens to be nearby.

Oi.

Come with me.

♪♪

(machines beeping)

Everick: Erythrocytes
are round and flat.

No sign of malformation.

Hemoglobin and platelet levels, average.

In other words, the Cleverman's
blood is completely normal.

- Disappointingly so.
- On the contrary.

Normal cells can be destroyed.

Try cancer.

♪♪

This isn't possible.

Neither is a man who can't be k*lled,

but such is the world we live in.

The cancer's gone.

Try smallpox.

(sighs)

- Come on, show me the blast.
- (grunts)

(shouts)

(panting)

Good. And again.

(grunting)

(grunts, shouts)

You'll be unstoppable with that power.

Now, just control your anger.

Someone kicks a kid
to death in front of me...

I'm gonna get emotional.

Or maybe they m*rder my best friend.

Yeah, I'm gonna get angry.

Lost count of how many
of my people I've seen k*lled.

♪♪

(metal clanging)

(woman gasping)

(chattering)

(beeping)

They don't expect you to be
chained to your desk

on your first day, you know?

(chuckles) Give me a hand here?

- Of course.
- (door closes)

Look, the success of the
initiative's gonna depend on

making it as attractive
as possible to the Hairies,

which means, among other things,

counteracting any propaganda there
may be from Hairy sympathizers.

- Agreed.
- Is there any way for this office

to access the government's
human ID data bank?

Keep an eye on the activity
of suspected sympathizers.

- May I?
- Of course.

(keyboard beeping)

You now have access to everything the
government knows about its citizenry.

They might not let you out of here now.

(door closes)

♪♪

_

_

Lucia: Heading off?

Yeah, taking your advice,
getting some stuff delivered.

All good.

Just trying to get my head
around this database.

If someone, say, dead or missing,

I mean, how is that listed?

Or do your records
get deleted when you die?

Uh, dead will come up as deceased.

No one's records get deleted.

They'll be there for eternity.

No escaping your misspent
youth, Mr. West.

(chuckles) Okay.

Good.

♪♪

(crow cawing)

(cawing continues)

(pants, exhales)

(metal clangs)

I don't think Ihave much
more left in me, Harry.

How about we stop
when you're too tired to talk?

(glass clinking)

♪♪

(shudders)

- (grunts)
- (gasping)

- What are you doing here?
- Get your hands off of me.

- Harry, let her go!
- (woman mumbling)

What did you see, huh? Tell me!

- Let her go!
- No!

(groaning) Do it!

(exhaling)

- (grunts)
- (woman gasps)

(coughing)

- She's seen too much.
- Hey!

- (labored breathing)
- Hey.

What are you saying, huh?

That we should k*ll her?

Or do you wanna rip off another finger?

I know he's a Hairy, but what about you?

(sighs)

Deepak: Pathology report you ordered.

Thanks.

(whispers) What?

_

Hairy DNA? Is there something
you're not telling me, Charlotte?

No, the lab got
the samples contaminated.

(clicks tongue) I have to do it again.

Well, the DNA devices have just started
coming into the lab for servicing.

Well, no wonder there's
cross-contamination.

Either that or you've invested
in a damn good razor.

- Ha, ha.
- (phone buzzing)

(sighs)

Charlotte's voice: Hi, there.
You've reached Charlotte Cleary.

- Please leave a message.
- Jarrod: End call.

GPS, track phone location.

Smallpox, tuberculosis, malaria,

his blood destroyed them all.

We'll have to try something more potent.

Ebola?

If that doesn't work, I've got
one more trick up my sleeve.

Make a start on it. I'll be right back.

(chatter)

- It feels good.
- You sure?

I might stay
the whole afternoon, actually.

I have a lot of things that I need to...

- Charlotte.
- Jarrod, what are you doing here?

I'm here to ask you
exactly that question.

- We agreed you'd stay home.
- Well, I changed my mind.

It's not only up to you.

Shouldn't the welfare of our child

be a decision for both of us?

I'm in the safest place possible.

Besides, it's not like
I don't know what I'm doing.

I'm doing everything I can to
give our child the best life.

She'll live like no one has before.

She? Oh, our child's a girl now, is it?

I think you should come home now.

I'll be home once my shift is finished.

- We can discuss it then.
- Charlotte, you're coming with me.

I will not be spoken to like that.

And I won't have the safety
of our child jeopardized.

- Gather your things.
- I don't work for you, Jarrod.

You can't order me to do anything.

I think you better leave.

♪♪

(labored breathing)

Tell me.

Ebola was no match
for the subject's blood.

It's destroying
every disease known to man.

We'll have to try
something not known to man.

(car alarm beeps)

(siren blaring)

- (door closes)
- We should just go before he gets home.

We're not going anywhere
until it's fully dark.

We wait.

(car approaching)

sh*t, he's here.

Go hide, quick. Hide.

- (labored breathing)
- (car door closes)

(footsteps approaching)

Jesus, I come in peace.

- It's okay.
- (exhales)

- (car departs)
- I brought food like I said I would.

It's all good.

(panting)

Proceed.

- Sir?
- Classified, Everick.

♪♪

Any effect on the blood?

Everick: Cells unaffected as yet.

Ten seconds in.

(chuckles) The virus is being destroyed.

Add another drop before the virus
is completely annihilated.

Another drop, Everick. Now.

- (coughs)
- Add another drop.

Sepsis.

- Compromised.
- It's not possible.

- You're suited.
- (coughing)

(gasping)

Slade.

Slade, please!

Slade. Slade! (whimpers)

(groaning)

(sighs)

Koen: She has to come with us.

Harry: We don't know anything about her.

Hey.

What's your name?

(sighs)

I'm Koen West.

I'm not gonna hurt you.

- Where do you wanna take me?
- You don't ask the questions.

- Tell me.
- (voices whispering)

You seeing this?

- (screeches)
- Harry: Seeing what?

(whispering continues)

Harry: Where you going?

♪♪

(voices whispering)

(screeching)

Will you hurry up with that?

I need to chain you back up
before I go to sleep.

- (slurps)
- (sighs)

Just leave the jacket.

(labored breathing)

Take it.

Mm.

What are you playing at?

Was your husband at the zone, too?

Why did you give me this?

You might need it.

(labored breathing) No chains.

- Thank you.
- Just don't push it.

(voices whispering)

♪♪

(sighs)

(shushing)

(whispering continues)

- Huh.
- (falcon screeches)

Hello?

(exhales)

(sighs)

- (telephone rings)
- (chatter over PA)

(whirring)

(beeps)

(sighs)

Frith: Under the leadership
of my predecessor,

this ministry's policy
in dealing with Hairy thr*at

was one of containment and removal.

When I took office,

the high level thr*at
of domestic terrorism

led to a necessary restriction
of the civil liberties

that we as a nation hold so dear.

- (exhales)
- Tonight, that policy comes to an end.

With the assistance of Slade Industries,

a groundbreaking medical
procedure has been developed

to minimize the physical
thr*at of the Hairy people.

- Mr. Slade?
- Thank you, minister.

Scientific, ethical trials
of this procedure

have a proven % success rate.

Here you see a Hairy male
before treatment.

And now.

(exhales)

I believe the results
speak for themselves.

What would you like your new name to be?

(gasps)

They call me Trevor.

(labored breathing)

(groans, thuds)

(crickets chirping)

- Boondee's voice: They call me Trevor.
- (gasps)

Frith: I am honored to announce
the Inclusion Initiative,

a nationwide welfare, education,

and integration program

developed by indigenous
community leader, Waruu West.

(screams)

Once neutralized,

the Hairy people
will have the opportunity

to attain the same standard
of living as everyone else.

Enjoy the same rights,
privileges, responsibilities,

- observe the same customs...
- No.

...and join in the beliefs,
hopes, and loyalties...

...that are the very thing
that make us human,

and set us apart from the animals.

This is the Hairy peoples' chance

to throw off the shackles

of their primitive,
aggressive existence.

Minister.

We look forward to welcoming
all the Hairy peoples

who volunteer for the Inclusion
Initiative into a new way of life.

We shall all be the richer
for this assimilation.

(exhales)

(gasps)

(thudding)

♪♪

Who's there?

Close your mouth, boy.

Look like you've seen a ghost.