Maybe we should take Mungo back to the others.
We can't take him back like that.
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.
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 threat 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. - 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.
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.
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.
Araluen.
Tell me about the lovely Marion Frith.
She's in 100%.
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.
Oh, would you mind, Waruu?
Not at all.
There. Facial recognition, 100%.
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.
- Latani! - 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.
A real warrior.
I'm sorry.
...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 attack
rather than an opportunistic one.
Pressure is mounting on the government
to crack down on these violent creatures
who continue to prey on innocent humans.
Taylor Diaz, Channel 12 News.
This shows that the streets aren't safe for any of you.
- 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. - They killed Mungo.
We should kill them!
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!
Wake up!
Jyra!
That's enough!
I am so sorry for your little girl.
Let her be now, Koen.
Is it alive?
Very much so.
Let's find out what else Cleverman blood can do.
What we can do to it.
- House keys? - Same ring as the car keys.
- He'll come in if I don't go out there.
Look, I promise you guys I'll come back.
- And how many CA will you bring with you? - I'm telling the truth.
I'll come back alone.
Ticktock, ticktock, buddy.
- Yeah. - What happened to your head?
Don't ask. Let's get in the car.
We're running late.
Paging Dr. Blair. Dr. Blair, please report to ICU.
...report to ICU.
- 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, 14 years.
Oh, my God, you make me sound so old.
- Well, you are old. - 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.
No, we can't have that.
Um, Lucia can collect it when you're done.
- 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.
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.
I'm sorry, aunty.
I'm here, aren't I? All in one piece.
- You did what needed to be done.
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.
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 killed,
but such is the world we live in.
The cancer's gone.
Try smallpox.
Come on, show me the blast.
Good. And again.
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 murder my best friend.
Yeah, I'm gonna get angry.
Lost count of how many of my people I've seen killed.
They don't expect you to be chained to your desk
on your first day, you know?
Give me a hand here?
Of course.
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.
You now have access to everything the government knows about its citizenry.
They might not let you out of here now.
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.
Okay.
Good.
- - I don't think I have much more left in me, Harry.
How about we stop when you're too tired to talk?
- What are you doing here? - Get your hands off of me.
Harry, let her go!
What did you see, huh? Tell me!
- Let her go! - No!
Do it!
- She's seen too much. - Hey!
Hey.
What are you saying, huh?
That we should kill her?
Or do you wanna rip off another finger?
I know he's a Hairy, but what about you?
Pathology report you ordered.
Thanks.
What?
Hairy DNA? Is there something you're not telling me, Charlotte?
No, the lab got the samples contaminated.
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.
- Hi, there. You've reached - Charlotte Cleary.
- Please leave a message. - 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.
- 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.
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.
- - We should just go before he gets home.
We're not going anywhere until it's fully dark.
We wait.
Shit, he's here.
Go hide, quick. Hide.
Jesus, I come in peace.
It's okay.
- - I brought food like I said I would.
It's all good.
Proceed.
- Sir? - Classified, Everick.
Any effect on the blood?
Cells unaffected as yet.
Ten seconds in.
The virus is being destroyed.
Add another drop before the virus is completely annihilated.
Another drop, Everick. Now.
Add another drop.
Sepsis.
- Compromised. - It's not possible.
You're suited.
Slade.
Slade, please!
Slade. Slade!
She has to come with us.
We don't know anything about her.
Hey.
What's your name?
I'm Koen West.
I'm not gonna hurt you.
- Where do you wanna take me? - You don't ask the questions.
Tell me.
You seeing this?
Seeing what?
Where you going?
Will you hurry up with that?
I need to chain you back up before I go to sleep.
Just leave the jacket.
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.
No chains.
- Thank you. - Just don't push it.
Huh.
Hello?
Under the leadership of my predecessor,
this ministry's policy in dealing with Hairy threat
was one of containment and removal.
When I took office,
the high level threat of domestic terrorism
led to a necessary restriction of the civil liberties
that we as a nation hold so dear.
- Tonight, that policy comes to an end.
With the assistance of Slade Industries,
a groundbreaking medical procedure has been developed
to minimize the physical threat of the Hairy people.
- Mr. Slade? - Thank you, minister.
Scientific, ethical trials of this procedure
have a proven 100% success rate.
Here you see a Hairy male before treatment.
And now.
I believe the results speak for themselves.
What would you like your new name to be?
They call me Trevor.
I am honored to announce the Inclusion Initiative,
a nationwide welfare, education,
and integration program
developed by indigenous community leader, Waruu West.
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.
Who's there?
Close your mouth, boy.
Look like you've seen a ghost.