(upbeat music)
- In today's fast moving world,
with it's fast moving lifestyles,
you owe your body all the
nourishment, energy,
and sensational pleasure it deserves.
Vimuville, state of the art in
health and leisure centers.
Vimuville will provide your whole family
with health and leisure programs
that will turn your annual holiday into
an unforgettable revitalization of
your well being.
Come and find out what
it'sall about at Vimuville.
(aggressive synth music)
I fixed Ryan.
He won't get far.
I gave him a little going away present.
As I expected all along,
our learned chemist developed
a moral conscience,
expressing certain reservations
about our unethical experiments
in Homesville.
(computer beeps)
Poor Ryan, he's probably accessing
the files right now
on a mission to save the guinea
pigs in Pebbles Court.
(computer beeps)
Don't worry.
He's pumped full of enough A-59
to kill 20 rabid rottweilers.
(laughs)
He won't make it 'til morning.
- [Computer Voice]
Homesville.
Pebbles Court.
Noble Family.
Need the update.
Cheryl and Brian Rand,
terminated pregnancy.
Sal is the man we need to look into.
Sperm donation.
Paul Matthews, five million in debt.
Target number one, Paul Matthews.
9 Pebbles Court.
(tense synth music)
(keypad beep)
(fire crackles)
(birds chirp)
- [Sal] So, she leaves Bruno
and starts, you know,
fucking coming up to me.
And, like, she goes, "Bruno sucks."
- Bullshit, man, no way,
no fuckin' way.
- Yeah, man, yeah, she goes for me.
She goes for me.
- Not another Roman conquest, Sal?
- Excuse me?
Excuse me?
What would you fuckin' know, Paulie?
Mr. 30-Something?
But, serious, mate, let me
tell you a great joke.
Elton John.
(laughter)
- Homesville.
- You want Petrol?
- Detergent.
(sighs)
(groans)
- Hey!
(gulps)
Fuck.
(gurgling)
Fuck!
Fuckin' pill poppers.
Why can't you just get
some fuckin' sleep?
(horn blare)
(tires screech)
- What a fuckin' idiot!
Cheryl, car 70 in Homesville.
We are in pursuit of a road runner.
(groans)
- [Cheryl]
Brian.
- That's alright, love.
Probably just kids on a
joyride of somethin'.
See, dreams of a pregnant woman
can get very weird.
Beware.
Beware.
(giggling)
(tires squeal)
- Assholes!
- Come on, come on,
pick a fucking court.
- The first phase is hallucinogenic.
The second phase is glandular.
The third phase is... (groans)
(drink fizzes)
(tires squeal)
(sirens blare)
(screams)
(resounding crash)
- Right.
(groans)
(sickening gurgles)
- Get down!
(tense music)
(drink fizzes)
(sighs)
(overlapping dialogue on police radio)
- This your van?
- It's his.
Is this guy dead?
- How 'bout yes?
- [Sal] Gino!
- Uh, excuse me, sir, do you need us?
You know, like, for questions and stuff?
- Names?
- [Gino] We was just...
- [Sam] Names.
- Gino Argento and Sal Ciccone.
Anyway, we was just headin' off..
- Where ya goin'?
- Opal mining.
- Yeah, up near Broken Hill.
- We'll be back in
about a week and a half.
- Parents?
- Parents, they're
offvisiting some relatives.
- [Sergeant] Sam.
- They'll be back in about a fortnight.
- [Sergeant] Sam, over here.
- Okay, skedaddle.
Oh, could hang on?
- I'm goin' out to the airport, man.
- Well, alright, alright.
Off you go, the lot of you.
I'll get back to you this evenin'.
- Whoa!
- Hey, get that bloody kid out of here.
- Great way to start the holidays.
- Look on the plus side, Sam.
We can probably get this bloke
for not wearing his seat belt.
- [Ryan] The firststage
is hallucinogenic.
The second phase is glandular.
The third phase is... Oh, God!
- Hallucinogenic?
That's either bad poetryor
a pretty good clue.
- Could be both.
(tense music)
(giggling)
(sizzling)
(phone rings)
- Too many drugs.
- Hello?
Oh, very good.
Thanks for telling me
now that I've come out here.
No, no, yes.
Fine, no worries. Yes, good.
Shit.
- So, do you think that
cop bought that shit
about opal mining?
- Why not?
I saw something about it on TV.
Or was it pearl diving?
Geezer, look at the photo again.
Fucking hot.
Man.
You better be right
about this, Gino.
- Sal, I'm not bullshitting you.
She said she was a fucking doctor.
We're talking spermdonations,
clean country air,
and a health farm packed with women.
And we get paid for it.
- Man.
This is gonna be ace.
- Got a fag?
Ah.
Bastard.
Fuckin' mongrel.
Last time he pulls a shit
act like that on me.
Never been here before.
Least it ain't raining.
Piss falls all the time in Sydney.
You from Melbourne?
- Yeah.
Yeah, yeah.
- I need a place to stay.
- It's a killin' machine,
it's got everything.
Dum dum dum.
Like a, chippy, chippy,
come on, Frankie.
Like a drivin' power,
like a big fat tire, it's got everything.
(laughs)
- G'day, mate, we're lost.
- Yeah, in the middle of nowhere.
- On the knocker,
you're in a four horse
town called Nowhere.
(laughs)
A little Outback humor.
- Well, it's not on this, mate.
- I suppose that's big smoke humor.
- Yeah. (laughs)
- [Pud]
You need a windscreen.
- Yup.
- Suey!
(rock music)
(musical horn blares)
(grunting)
- That one's Bab.
And this is Bronto.
And you can call me Pud.
(snorts)
(laughter)
(laughing)
- What'll it be?
- Um...
Coffee and toast?
- Nah.
We've got breakfast,
lunch, and tea.
Mack!
- So, uh, where you's from?
- Melbourne.
- Where's that?
- Mack, get out here!
- Mack's the brainy one.
(growling)
- Paul.
Paul, wake up.
Look, I know this job
cansometimes be a bit boring,
but this is ridiculous.
(groaning)
- What time is it?
- Are you alright?
- Yeah.
I'm okay.
- I thought you were out.
I buzzed you earlier,
didn't you hear me?
Some guy from the CIB
wants to speak to you.
Your secret life is catching up
with you at last, Paul.
Look, why don't you take the
rest of the day off.
I'll cover for you.
- Yeah.
Yeah.
- I'm gonna leave the keys here
and I'm gonna check the tires.
- This place looks like shit.
- I got lumbered with it
after my divorce.
I wanted a flat.
There's a spare bedroom through there
and the shower's down there.
(tense music)
(gasps)
(breathes heavily)
- Is it true what they say about you's
city men?
- It depends who says it.
- Oh, shut up dirt bitch.
- I'm gonna check on the windscreen.
You coming?
- Yeah, in a minute.
- Smell that air, eh?
- Yeah, great.
I guess it's that clean country
air we all hear about.
- Yeah, well,
everything in the country ain't
always that fresh.
Where you from, son?
- Melbourne.
- Whereabouts?
- Homesville.
(laughs)
Homesville.
Actually, it's not much more than
a dead end housing estate.
- How many kids in your family?
- Italians, mate.
You know, spermatos a elgrosso.
(laughs)
- Yeah, families sure are...
- [Sal] Gino!
- Strange things.
(Bab shouts in gibberish)
(Bab shouts in gibberish)
- [Bab] Hit her
right between the eyes!
(speaks gibberish)
Is that aboriginal for something?
(howls)
(cheers)
(sickening squish)
(Bab speaks in gibberish)
- What the fuck is it?
- Don't you know nothin'?
It's crazy word.
- Shit.
That's the fuckin' adrenal gland.
You're fuckin' mad.
- Psycho jelly!
Psycho jelly!
- You go on, I'll catch you later.
- Hey, Sal, watch the third leg, pal.
- Psycho jelly!
Psycho jelly!
- [Gino] Yahoo!
- Do they do this often?
(upbeat dance music)
- He had the fucking ebola.
This better be a good lead, buddy.
- There's a health farm there, Johnno.
Do you some good.
- This body is in great shape.
I don't need some doctor
working up some bullshit
schedule for me.
I am in touch with my body, Sam.
- Man, doing burnouts
was never this good!
Unreal, un-fuckin'-real.
(upbeat music)
- Hey.
Do you want
a love bite?
- Sure.
(moans)
(laughs)
(siren whirs)
(beeping)
- Hey.
Looks like your oldman's
seen better days.
Was this a hospital or something?
- Oh, I don't know.
Pop never talked about those days.
Says he worked in some
kind of germ factory.
- Pud is your old man, isn't he?
- It's all so mixed up.
But Pud reckons we got this
place from the family.
(screaming)
- Shit!
- What the fuck was that?
- Nothing.
It's just a cock here.
I'll be back in a minute.
(screams in pain)
(breathy moans)
(panting)
(breathy groaning)
(shouts in surprise)
- Fuckin' Slab's gone
and done it again,
the fuckin' dirt bitch!
(punch thuds)
- How many times
do I have to tell ya!
Keep in the family.
Now we don't have a choice.
Go and find the other one!
(rock music)
(whistles)
(laughs)
- Nobody's gonna take my car.
Gonna drive it around.
(laughs)
You're goin' nowhere in that truck.
(laughter)
- Damn our cars.
There's never enough legroom.
Sam,
I'll take care of this one.
- Detective Phillips, hi.
I'm Shaan.
- You got my message.
- Yes, come into my office.
No, never seen him before.
- We
found this on his body.
- We're marketing
some of our products
to help promote the resort.
Poor man probably purchased some.
- [Johnno] Could he have bought
those in Melbourne?
- Of course.
How did he die?
- Car crash.
- Oh, how tragic.
- We're trying to identify him.
Do any of your staff
come from Homesville?
- Homesville.
Mm.
- Pebbles Court, Homesville.
- Not to my knowledge.
All of our employees are local.
- What does the V stand for?
- Vitamins, sergeant Johnson.
Vitamins.
You're welcome to have a
swim in the solar if you like.
- Sounds tempting.
- That's very kind of you,
miss, but we're on duty.
- You know this place isn't bad.
It's almost like a holiday resort.
- That's the whole idea.
- Sammy, I'm not in
that bad of shape, am I?
- It's not what you got,
it's how you hold it.
Go on, get in the car.
We've wasted enough time already.
- Johnno!
You're still here, man.
What, the secret service job
didn't through, aye?
- Real bummer, man.
They did a check on me and
found out I knew you.
- So, what are
we here for, Willie?
- Well, the cell walls
of his stomach
have been eaten away
by something corrosive.
Enzymes, probably,
but they're not like anything
I've ever seen before.
Maybe he was into new drugs.
You know, strictly experimental stuff.
Now, it could be a hybrid
from any of those crazy psycho
pharmaceuticals like
pamalin, euphoria,
deena, vasopressin.
Or, maybe he was just sniffing textile.
- That looks like a 9.
- [Sam and Johnno]
Paul Matthews.
- Well, he was one healthy dude.
Unnaturally healthy.
Now, I'm talkin'
new drugs here, right?
Not your 70s designer shit
or your 80s ghetto powders.
I'm talkin' fuckin' 90s, man.
Cognition enhancers,
designed to take your mind
into new
introphenomilogical dimensions.
(drink fizzes)
(tense music)
- Kate?
(sensual music)
(moans)
- You are the last one.
I have collected 12 others.
This has been my quest.
13 male ribs.
When I chose you at the airport,
I became an image
of your deepest fears.
I am not your darkest fantasy.
There are many women
in the world like me,
and there are many men in
the world like you.
And we are all
in
your mind.
- Oh, hello.
- Mm.
- God.
What a dickhead.
- I had another one of those dreams.
Maybe my body's trying
to tell me something.
- Yeah?
You're pregnant?
- Morning.
Detective Phillips, CIB.
Just wanted to ask you
a few questions
about the accident the other day.
- Yes, awful, wasn't it?
- Do you know Mr. Matthews
over at number nine?
- We've only just shifted here.
This week, as a matter of fact.
Me and Brian, he's my husband,
we haven't met anyone
else in the court yet.
- No welcoming committee, aye?
Well, if you do happen to
see anybody over at number nine,
could you give us
a call on that number?
Thanks.
Oh, and congratulations.
- Thanks.
- [Doctor]
So, how's the new house?
- It's okay.
I didn't sleep too well
last night, though.
- [Doctor]
Oh, strange bedroom.
You'll get used to it.
It could also be the infant.
His protein intake is at the
highest at the moment,
particularly at night.
(laughs) Up until their birth,
babies are the ultimate parasite.
But, everything's under control,
so don't you worry.
And I'll see you at the
same time next week?
- See you then.
See you.
(phone rings)
- You alone?
- [Shaan] Yes, doctor.
- We have to decrease
Cheryl Rand's dosage.
- But that will invalidate
the results.
- [Doctor]
We can't help that.
The patient's overreacting.
- I suppose you're going
to ask for further retesting.
- We have no other choice.
- [Shaan]
But we can't turn back.
- We have to change
our strategy, my girl.
Ever since your boyfriend
foamed at the mouth
and kamikazed into Pebbles Court,
we have to rethink our position.
- How was I supposed to know he
could handle that dose?
- Well, don't you see
that is the problem?
The drug still too unpredictable.
- But I have set up an
exclusive dealership
with one of the largest chain
stores in this country.
If we delay delivery of the first...
- Fuck the chain store,
what about the cops?
Something is wrong.
Your boyfriend under-reacted.
Cheryl Rand is overreacting.
Mm.
Mm.
What about the Tortelli kids,
have they turned up for their
hormonal research yet?
They haven't, have they?
- But we can run
simultaneous sperm tests
on the Noble family
without halting the
Cheryl Rand experiment.
- Do not question me, Shaan.
If this thing goes wrong,
it will be worse than phthalimide.
(phone beeps)
- Beauville!
We're shipping
the tablets this evening.
- But that's way ahead of schedule.
Doctor Carrera...
- Doctor Carrera is incharge
of infield placement.
I'm handling consignment
and distribution.
- I thought the Doc
was in charge of C&D.
- We must change our strategy,
my boy.
We do as I say.
(phone rings)
- Don't you ever hang up on me again.
- But we haven't spoken for so long.
(sinister laugh)
Sounds like we're in business again.
You know where to find me, Crackers.
(dramatic music)
(screams)
(rapid heart beat)
- Hi.
You must be our new neighbor.
I'm Thompson Noble.
- Hi.
- And I'm Angelica.
- Cheryl.
- Oh, kids, say hello.
Now, this is Elloise, my eldest,
and that little brat is Brandon.
- Can we get a move on?
- Brandon.
- Nice to meet you all.
When you get back in, come
over and meet Brian, my husband.
So, where are you going?
- Oh, it's a special secret.
A holiday we'll never forget.
Bye.
- Bye.
(chokes)
(mug shatters)
(cries out)
(squishing)
(gasps)
(phone rings)
- [Carrera] Cheryl,
it's Doctor Carrera, Cheryl.
- Doctor Carrera.
I think...
Can you drop your
placenta one month prior to birth.
- No, I don't think
that's possible, you see, um...
- Doctor Carrera, can you come over.
Now.
- I'm on my way.
- Brian, Doctor Carrera.
Can you meet me at
your place right away?
No, no, no, everything's alright.
I'll explain when you get there.
Now, there's nothing to worry about.
(sobs)
(screams)
(screams)
- Cheryl!
(groaning)
(screams)
(gagging)
(wind roars)
- I never would have expected him
to be capable of such a thing.
- Murder weapon's covered
in fingerprints.
Probably his.
You have any other patients in
this court, Doctor?
- Why, yeah.
- You know Mr. Paul Matthews?
- Matthews.
No.
- Over at number nine.
- Why, do you suspect him
of doing this?
- We had a bad accident
here the other day.
We have reason to suspect that
the victim was on his way
to see Paul Matthews.
Doctor.
Do you know of
a viral disease that,
in it's first phase, has
hallucinogenic delusions.
- Well, yes, yes,
there are many of them.
- And in its second phase,
glandular complications.
- Most viruses initially effect
cerebral perception
in one way or another.
Dizziness, vertigo, tunnel vision.
- Was Cheryl Rand taking
any kind of special medication.
- No.
Not to my knowledge.
(sighs)
- It'll show up in the
poor women's autopsy, I guess.
(sirens blare)
(synth music)
(tense music)
(groaning and gagging)
(groans)
(upbeat music)
- [Shaan] Welcome to Vimuville,
I'm Shaan.
- Mr. Noble, my wife.
- Alright!
- Dimitra.
Folks, meet my tireless
assistant, Dimitra.
- Hi.
- Any problems,
she's yours for the asking.
Gotta zap.
I'll meet you back at
reception in an hour,
and I'll give you your daily
fitness programs.
Dig in.
- All the food you see here
is of the same
meganutritional value,
designed to appear to
both adults and children alike.
You know how it is.
Positive deception.
- Now, why hasn't somebody
thought of that before?
(glasses clink)
(giggles)
- Excuse me.
(sighs)
(sneezes)
(breathes heavily)
(sneezes)
- This place sucks, you know.
- You're so perceptive, Bran.
- Ooh, a bit of the PMT, eh, sis?
- Fuck off, wiener dick.
- You bet I'm gonna fuck off.
Tonight I'm gonna
sleep under the stars.
- You're such a he man, Brandon.
- At least I don't let mom
tell me what to wear.
- I hope you break your neck.
(fast rock music)
- Ladies and gentlemen,
this one will be
over the fuckin' top.
(thuds wetly against the ramp)
(jazzy music)
- Honey.
- Mm?
- Are you sure about Brandon?
- Oh, don't worry.
I saw him smuggle him tin
tin with his luggage.
He's camping outside tonight.
(gurgles)
- Got a real gem for
your Pebbles Court collection.
Now check this out.
- Holy earache.
- And for the grand finale.
(upbeat dance music)
(screams)
- I've stored
the Nobles urine samples.
Um,
can me and Bough
have some more vitties?
So, what happened
to your last supply?
Those V-2s, they're piss weak.
How about some 44s?
- Forget it.
You'll have to wait until your
next scheduled ration.
(groans)
(aggressive music)
- [Computer Voice]
Homesville, Pebbles Court.
Noble family urine analysis.
- [Carrera]
Hello, I'm not here just now.
Make it short, I'll get
back to you as soon as I can.
- Don't hit the roof
when you see this data.
I know we can push ahead
with some further tests on
the Nobles tomorrow.
Their urine looks really good.
(fax rings)
- Yanta-fucking-bulla.
Your friendly health
farm hostess, hey Sam?
- Get a chopper.
Now.
- Just what the doctor ordered.
- Did you see
Angelica's split ends?
- I'd rather see your split end.
- Bough, this is getting
a little out of hand.
We haven't even had breakfast yet.
- But, I'm not hungry.
Well, yes I am.
- Oh, Bough, stop it.
Stop it.
- Ow.
- I'm going to the bistro to
have some breakfast.
You should take a cold shower.
(sighs)
- [Man on Television]
Mm, baby, oh yeah.
(moaning)
Yeah, baby, baby, baby.
Oh yeah, oh yeah.
(screams)
(laughs)
(giggles)
- So.
Still into drivin' a merc,
are we,
Crackers?
- Don't forget that
your advanced hearing
is the result of my chemical
breakthroughs, partner.
- At least I had
the guts to experiment
with the drugs on myself.
- That is what partnerships
are all about.
- So.
How's it going, Cracker?
Done any good drugs lately?
- You know what I want.
- Suey!
- What
is this.
- Well.
When we parted company,
I made sure I took a little
something from the lab.
I knew you'd give yourmaster
plan a second shot.
You see, without that little additive,
the body cannot control its new powers.
It might even
explode.
Very fucking messy.
(laughs)
It's all falling apart,
eh, Crackers?
All those people at Vimuville.
You and your megabods!
You fucking...
(screams unintelligibly)
You were wrong then,
and I'll make sure you're wrong now.
I love it!
I need it!
Yeah!
In the power machine!
All right!
Hold tight!
(screams)
(aggressive music)
(hair dryer blows)
- Oh shit.
- Thomps.
You alright?
- [Thomas] It's alright,
nothing to worry about.
(coughs)
(aggressive music)
(moans and groans)
(groans)
(head thunks against cabinet)
- Thomps?
(gurgling)
(groaning)
(screams)
Elloise!
Elloise!
- Shaan.
Quick, mom needs help.
Something's wrong with dad.
- Vimuville,
the best place in
the world for your body.
(cries out)
(screams)
- [Elloise]
Quick, in the car!
Oh my God!
- Kill them!
(gun fires)
- This must be the place.
- Quick, get the doctor.
We've got to see
the doctor immediately.
- I'm sorry, you're
going to have to take...
- No, don't give me that shit.
Just get the doctor.
You've got to come up to Vimuville.
Something terrible has happened.
- Vimuville.
What are you doing up
at that old chemical dump?
I haven't been there
since it was closed
by the health commission.
That must've been over 20 years ago.
- The food.
The food, they've all eaten it.
- Yes, madame, I'm listening.
(groans)
(gags)
- Mom.
- Mm.
Mm.
The human body.
At best, a neglected
engine running on cheap fuel.
- The way I see it, Doc,
you're running on empty.
- You would not have the faintest idea
of what your body could do,
if it had the right formula.
But without that fuel,
you are nothing.
(gun fires)
A zero.
- You're finished, Doctor Carerra.
- No, not quite, Detective Phillips.
- Don't even think about it.
(jazzy music)
- [Sergeant] Police
force 5 to Airborn 930,
is Sam still with you?
- [Sam] Yup, still here.
- We put up that
quarantine you requested
on Pebbles Court.
But, Sam.
- Yeah?
- That fuckin' thing's
been chucking up
for the past 20 minutes now.
It's wall to wall shit
all over the place.
Now, look, we finally caughthim
in your office, Sam.
Now, the only trouble is,
young Jordan's trapped
in there with him.
- In my office?
(shouting)
- Move it!
Every one covered.
Move it!
(shouting)
- [Sergeant]
Keep down!
Keep those corridors covered.
Keep them covered!
- Fuck a duck.
(gagging)
- Jordan now.
Jordan now, come.
Jordan.
- Sam, over here.
Keep away from the door.
What the fuck is wrong
with this guy?
Is he sick or infected or what?
- [Jordan] Sarge, getme
the fuck out of here!
- Get the paramedics.
Get Willy up here now!
(screams)
(gurgling)
(whistling)
(phones ring)
- Hooey.
(burbling)
He's got my fucking shirt on.
- Cognition enhancers,
eh, Willy?
You should see
the bodies coming down
from that crazy, bloody farm.
- You should see the
new death certificates.
Death by hypernatural causes.
(laughs)
I kid you, but I love this fuckin' job.
(laughs) Ooh, not feeling
queasy are we, Johnno?
- What would you suggest, Willy?
- I, uh...
I suggest some aspirin, Johnno.
(dramatic music)
- Sam.
Would you get me
some aspirin, please.
- Ah, catch that speed freak yet.
- Yeah, he bagged himself.
- That guy was one crazy asshole.
Detergent?
Jesus.
Yeah, that's right,
thanks, Sarge.
Be careful out there.
(tense music)