Body Melt

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(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,

f***ing coming up to me.

And, like, she goes, "Bruno sucks."

- Bullshit, man, no way,

no f***in' way.

- Yeah, man, yeah, she goes for me.

She goes for me.

- Not another Roman conquest, Sal?

- Excuse me?

Excuse me?

What would you f***in' 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)

F***.

(gurgling)

F***!

F***in' pill poppers.

Why can't you just get

some f***in' sleep?

(horn blare)

(tires screech)

- What a f***in' 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)

- A**holes!

- Come on, come on,

pick a f***ing 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.

Sh*t.

- So, do you think that

cop bought that sh*t

about opal mining?

- Why not?

I saw something about it on TV.

Or was it pearl diving?

Geezer, look at the photo again.

F***ing hot.

Man.

You better be right

about this, Gino.

- Sal, I'm not bullshitting you.

She said she was a f***ing 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.

F***in' mongrel.

Last time he pulls a sh*t

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 sh*t.

- 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 b*tch.

- 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)

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