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Mayday, Mayday!
This is the Tiri!
We have broken our mooring!
I repeat, we have broken our mooring!
This is a Mayday call!
President Johnson has expressed thanks to New Zealand
for supporting the United States in Vietnam.
In local news, Auckland Mayor Dove-Myer Robinson
says if the city's transport infrastructure
isn't addressed, there could be, by 1970,
traffic delays by up to 15 minutes
on the Auckland Harbor Bridge.
That's the news.
Now it's time for chamber music
from the New Zealand Symphony Orchestra.
♪ You're so groovy, girl ♪
♪ Just like a movie, girl ♪
♪ You fill up my world ♪
♪ But I can move ya, girl ♪
♪ Wish I could choose you, girl ♪
♪ 'Cause you're my groovy girl ♪
Good luck.
Who needs luck?
You'll be late.
♪ I'm gonna make you feel my love ♪
♪ I'm gonna take you to the stars above ♪
♪ I'm gonna make you ♪
♪ Feel my love ♪
♪ Whoa, feel my love ♪
♪ Oh, yeah, feel my love ♪
Ah, the late, great Richard Davis.
Help me here.
I've got a hole on page ten
where there's supposed to be 200 words
on the Piano Accordion Society's big concert.
I sent someone to cover it.
I know.
Our music editor.
It was indescribable.
You've got until 10:00 to describe it,
or you're gone by lunchtime.
You've dropped the ball once too often, Davis.
Christ.
Richard...
- Hey, fellas! - What did you think of the song?
Loved it. You've done a hell of a job.
So, do you think they'll play it?
Just leave it to me.
I'll get you boys on the radio.
You've been listening to the delightful sound
of Vera Lynn.
Now it's time for a half hour of chamber music
followed by this week's cooking program on 1ZB.
♪ I'm gonna take you to the stars above ♪
♪ I'm gonna make you ♪
Mr. Davis,
the government broadcasting corporation
does not and will not play fringe music.
Fringe?
You mean rock-and-roll.
For God's sake, it's 1965.
All you play is music by dead people
or people who sound like they're dead.
Well, you are entitled to express your opinion
just as the New Zealand Broadcasting Corporation
is free to play whatever music it deems appropriate.
You mean Soviet State bloody radio, more like it.
We moved programming here.
- Minister. - Please, don't let me interrupt.
Oh, not at all, Minister.
- Mr. Davis? - Was that Jim Willis,
the Minister of Broadcasting?
Yes.
What? No, no, no. No, you... you...
You can't just... you...
Excuse me!
Richard Davis, Minister. Music promoter.
Trying to get some bands on the radio.
- Bands? Brass bands? - Rock bands.
I'm sorry, he's not with the corporation, sir.
There's a huge audience out there
that the NZBC isn't catering for.
Oh, it's good to hear voters' concerns.
Um, this gentleman will assist you.
What the hell was that about?
So sorry, sir.
Typewriter.
You don't need a typewriter, Davis.
Clear your desk.
You've missed your last deadline.
For one late article about piano accordions, he's a...
Prick?
Him and prick number two at the broadcasting corporation.
Shafted twice in a day.
Want to go for three in a row?
Maybe it's a sign.
This is what I've always wanted to do,
and you've always told me to do it.
You're always telling me,
"You've got to chase that dream,
life isn't a dress rehearsal," and all those other cheesy...
- Cheesy? - But true.
And now I've got my first exhibition coming up.
Maybe it's your turn to take a chance.
You mean the boat?
If that stiff from the broadcasting corporation
had said yes to you today, how much rock-and-roll
do you think they'd be playing a year from now?
Half an hour after midnight?
You know what you're saying?
Only what you and Morrie have been talking about
ever since I met you.
Well, it'll mean no money for a while.
We might have to sell the caravan.
I'll take some extra hours at the office.
Morrie is still up for this, isn't he?
Get in there, you little sod.
Morrie!
G'day!
Pass us up that prism, would ya?
Suit yourself.
I'm doing it, Morrie.
Told the boss to stick the job.
If I hear one more Vera Lynn song, I'll go crazy.
- You want to have kids? - One day.
I wouldn't stand in front of that thing.
Microwave radiation.
Shit!
Rock solid these radio masts.
Of course, being attached to land helps.
So, have you got a boat?
Your mate.
I'd love to help you stick it to those bureaucratic nitwits.
That's why I'm getting out of shipping,
too much government red tape coming out my ass.
But money talks.
And cash up front isn't exactly
your guys' strongest point, per se.
What we're offering you, Frank,
is the chance to be a shareholder in the company
and on the ground floor.
- Better than cash. - Ha!
Nothing is better than cash, mate.
Ooh.
Hmm.
That's a car and shares, you reckon?
Yeah.
She's a beauty.
I'll tell you what...
Come back Thursday.
There's a coastal trader, 90-footer.
Been around, but she's in good nick.
Okay. Great!
I knew we could count on you, Frank.
You're bloody lucky to have this fella.
Fix anything.
So there's a bit to fix on this boat, then?
Ha! Nothing you boys can't handle.
I love the color.
Of course, the boat is no good without a transmitter.
I think I found one.
Well, that's good.
Is Alex up with the state of play?
Welcome!
Welcome to the fifth formal social.
Now, remember that for the waltz,
the boys may take the girls firmly, but gently
by the waist and the hand.
And at all other times, boys and girls must remain
at least 18 inches apart.
Ready, please, with the music.
♪ Boy, I don't know what to do ♪
♪ I'm so in love with you ♪
♪ Hey, no matter what they say ♪
♪ I, I want you anyway ♪
Don't imagine you'll be paid for this... this travesty!
He does it for the love of music,
and that's what I respect about him.
- How's life at the ad agency? - Oh, the pay is good,
but they treat you like crap to make up for it.
How'd you like to sell commercials on a station
you'd actually like to listen to?
I've heard this before.
- Have you got a boat? - Have I got a boat?
- Got a transmitter? - Yup!
Got one of them.
Heard that before, too, for about three bloody years.
No, really, I've got a good lead on one.
DJs?
Twelve fellas lined up already.
"Sick of playing the same old pensioner music?
Want to stir things up, play rock-and-roll?"
Where'd you stick these up?
By the urinals at Broadcasting House.
You're bloody shameless.
So where are these auditions then?
Broadcasting House, of course.
♪ Got me a job ♪
Okay, gents!
Quick as you can, fellas.
♪ Brand-new world for a working man ♪
♪ Start in the morning ♪
♪ Start the day ♪
♪ Yeah, I was born with a job ♪
♪ And my pay ♪
♪ All the time ♪
♪ Watch me be ♪
Okay, Rufus, this is your shot
at making music history.
Okay, Radio Hauraki, a new kind of music station.
Let's hear what you've got.
Good evening, listeners,
you are listening to Rufus on Radio Hauraki.
- I'm just gonna stop you there. - Yes.
Um, can you try it again just a bit...
- a bit smoother maybe? - Smoother.
Just loosen it up a bit.
Yes, shaking it out.
We're going for a younger feel.
From the top.
Good evening, uh, you are listening to Rufus
on Radio Hauraki,
supplying all your rock-and-roll needs.
Yes, I think that was it.
Uh, Des?
Des!
Hey, man! Yeah, I'm here.
- This is your shot... - Guys,
you guys are out of sight!
- You want to try the script? - Try the script.
Radio Hauraki...
Uh...
Radio Hauraki broadcasting live.
Can you feel it?
♪ In the sky ♪
Shit, it's not a funeral.
You guys got to practice, loosen your mouths up
- or you'll die in there. - Is that right?
And who the hell are you?
Someone who's gonna be heard all over Auckland, let's hope.
I think you're full of it, mate.
Don't worry, If you're good enough, you can join me.
Okay! Next.
Hey, mate, you dropped your Tang.
- And in three... - So how much are you payin'?
- Two... - Do we get a clothing allowance?
One.
It's a quarter to midnight on Radio Hauraki.
Turn up the volume and let the neighbors listen too.
It's The Rolling Stones getting their kicks
on Route 66.
Okay, uh, Wayne, let's see what you've got.
Here at Radio Hauraki...
This is Radio Hauraki with The Beatles,
it's been A Hard Day's Night with Tim Stud
on a cool, cool-looking Monday.
So, how much did you love that?
Wasn't bad.
Be here 10:00 tomorrow.
So this is where the radio station is, is it?
All will be revealed.
Lucky last.
And you are?
P...
P... P... P... P... P... Paul.
God.
- Give him a go! - Okay.
Uh, could you give us a level?
Yeah.
One.
Yeah, and in your own time.
Radio Hauraki.
Playing today's music today.
If you're hungry, get on down to Famous Burgers.
They've got prime beef burgers for 60 cents,
and they'll throw in the beet root for free.
I can smell that sizzle from here.
That was great!
Well, this is it!
Are you ready to make music history?
What? In... in here? You... you can't.
He knows he can't.
You need a broadcast license,
and they're not giving them out.
Yeah, government's got a monopoly.
Unless there's a way around
these anti-competitor bastards.
There is.
This.
See, fellas, where we're going,
we don't need a bloody license.
Radio without a license?
- Isn't that... - Illegal?
Thanks for flying Radio Hauraki Air.
Let me tell you a bit more about
the other Radio Hauraki directors.
Morrie.
The sort of techie who can make a radio go better
by just standing next to it.
I trust him like a brother.
Don't think he's your standard techie.
He loves his music just like the rest of us.
Alex here, the top junior advertising exec in town
and the manager of his own music company.
He'll handle the sales side.
And I'm the crazy bastard who's wanted to do this forever
'cause just like you, boys, I want to hear some real music
on the radio, something that rocks.
So get in, buckle up.
Rock-and-roll, baby.
Okay, last eight.
Take a good look, fellas.
The sparkling blue waters of the Hauraki Gulf.
New Zealand is over there.
And that's New Zealand too.
Auckland City is 20 miles back that way,
but right here, we're more than three miles from land
in any direction.
The triangle of international water.
Which means New Zealand law doesn't apply here.
We can do anything we want.
Shit, Morrie and I could get married.
Steady.
Excuse me, Mr. Willis,
the Prime Minister will see you now.
Jim, have a seat.
Horse racing, chamber music, and recipes.
A station that plays what you've always wanted to hear,
but never hear on the radio
'cause this government's got radio by the throat.
Well, now we have got a chance to change all that,
to make some rock-and-roll history.
What's this?
That's a direct challenge
to the authority of this government,
that's what it is.
Long-haired beatniks and agitators
trying to take over the airwaves?
And it's on your watch.
My people are looking into it, sir.
But a radio station on a boat?
A ship, state of the art.
- So what are we supposed to do? - Two DJs on the ship
at any one time working the ship.
Two weeks on, then swap out with the other two.
- But it's not always this calm. - He's right.
She can cut up rough in the southerly.
So, we record the music on reel-to-reel tapes
back on land, stops the needle jump,
and we bring the tapes out here
by launch once a week.
Too bad if we chunder,
so long as the music is as smooth as your mom's bum.
Even got our frequency sorted out.
1480.
Top of the dial.
Sounds good to me, boys!
Hell, always wanted to be a pirate.
You're Minister of Broadcasting
and Minister of Marine.
It's been reported as a radio station on a boat.
You should be all over this codswallop.
- Well, of course I'll... - It's election year.
We can't afford to be seen pandering and pissing about
with these activists.
People expect strong government, Jim.
Take care of these upstarts.
Why do I have to read about this in a newspaper?
Sorry, Minister, it's completely out of the blue.
Who is he?
The ringleader is Richard Davis.
He's just a radical with a crazy idea.
He doesn't have any resources.
Jesus!
So you call this "state of the art"?
It needs a coat of paint,
but that's good, solid British engineering.
F... f... fuck.
Yeah, five fucks is about right.
I thought you said it was seaworthy.
She will be
by the time you've fixed her up.
Not quite the royal yacht, is she?
Is this the only one you've got?
For five or six months.
We can't wait that long.
Can we get this seaworthy?
A lot of it's labor.
Well, we've got that.
She will need the hull strengthened,
a new rudder, pile of new parts for the engine,
steel reinforcing for the transmitter mast,
and a generator, of course.
Maybe we can cut some corners, call in some favors.
- There's a bit of work here. - A bit?
Are we looking at the same boat?
So, I'll be honest, it's more work than I thought,
but Morrie says we can get this boat seaworthy.
Whatever Morrie is smoking, I want some of it.
You know, right now, the Americans are building
a rocket that can fly 20 times the speed of sound,
put two men on the moon and bring 'em home again.
They're doing it because they believe in it.
We've got something here we can believe in too.
And I reckon if they can pull that off,
we can scrape some rust off this boat,
sail it out to sea,
and play some shit-hot rock-and-roll.
What do you say, boys?
Shit-hot rock-and-roll.
I'm with ya with or without the weed.
Two weeks till the exhibition.
You know the feeling when you can see that big break,
but you're sure you're going to screw it all up?
No, I don't know that feeling.
Aren't we feeling a little confident?
Look, I know it's not until next week, but...
Happy anniversary, sweetheart.
Honey.
Is paying for all that going to be a problem?
No, we'll have money rolling in
from advertisers any day now.
That's why we've got Alex out there selling.
Oh, nearly forgot.
The, uh, keys to your new Triumph.
Remember, we have to be as professional as possible.
- Prepared? - Don't worry about me.
I'm ready to blow the roof off.
Let's hope we can secure that 7,000 then.
I'd settle for six.
Let's just put on a good show.
♪ Hey, girl ♪
Radio Hauraki for 10:00.
Certainly. Just take a seat.
♪ Hey, girl ♪
Hi there.
I'm Nick.
So, the golden boy from my biggest competition
quits his job for a radio station
that doesn't exist
and comes to me to buy advertising on it.
You fellas are pulling my tit, right?
Give us 30 seconds.
If you think we're wasting your time,
you'll never hear from us again.
Or we could just leave now.
No harm listening now that you're here.
Not you, Clive.
The target audience.
♪ I can't wait for summertime ♪
♪ The sun does set my surfer girl ♪
Unlike others, Radio Hauraki won't bore you to sleep.
We're on air to have fun and spin the hits
no one else plays.
And we don't talk with a silly English stiff upper lip.
So join the good guys on Radio Hauraki.
You've already listened to enough dull, lifeless radio
to last a lifetime.
All right, all right, back to work, chop-chop.
I've possibly got half a dozen clients
who might be interested.
Tell you what, put me for $12,000.
Twelve thousand?
Yeah, more to follow if it takes off.
Well, that sounds fair.
We're down to tic-tacs.
Our terms are payment in advance.
Well, they may be your terms,
but they're not mine.
Invoice me the day the boat is on the air.
Played them like a piano.
I got the receptionist's number too.
Sorry, I thought I could get him to pay up front.
We'll be back.
Too bloody right.
This place stinks of money.
I'm sure the job description said,
"Sit behind a microphone
with thousands of beautiful women
hanging on your every word."
Do me.
Got something for ya, boys.
Well, we're pretty strapped for cash,
but there's a check here for everyone.
However, there's possibly not entirely enough money
in the company bank account.
What sort of cockeyed organization is this?
The sort where some of you can get paid.
Are you ready?
- Nick. - Yes!
Ha-ha! You sweet thing!
See ya, boys.
Gentlemen...
Richard Davis from Radio Hauraki.
Ah, yes, the transmitter. This way.
- I do believe I can help. - You sure can, mate.
These things are as rare as hen's teeth.
I'm not electrically minded.
More your classic parts collector,
and then this turned up.
Voila, the transmitter.
Ah.
Jeez.
Is it not the right source of transmitter?
It's more of a 1930s printing press.
S'truth?
Is it?
♪ It's something boy all right ♪
♪ Make me feel, make me feel so right ♪
♪ The way you kiss me, you're warm inside ♪
♪ My dream is coming true, all right ♪
♪ Said baby, you're gonna let me love you ♪
♪ Yeah, baby, feeling so good ♪
♪ 'Cause I love you ♪
♪ I'm really gonna love you so right ♪
♪ So right ♪
♪ All right ♪
Brilliant. Now that's music.
Hey, guys, great song.
I'm sure even Elvis would struggle
- to keep up with that. - Oh, thanks, man.
So when do you reckon we can record it?
Not long. As soon as the Tiri is finished.
Is there anything we can help you guys with?
You betcha! We can use as many hands as we can find.
All right then, what time do you want us?
7:00.
S... s... see ya then.
See ya, boys.
Of course, if we can't find a transmitter soon,
there won't be much point working on the boat.
Popular, though, this band of yours.
Got all sorts of fans.
Great.
Mr. Davis.
- Yeah? - The Minister of Broadcasting,
Jim Willis, would like a word.
Mr. Davis.
Jim Willis.
We've met, at Broadcasting house.
Of course.
You've been in the news since then.
A radio station on a boat.
So have you got yourself a radio transmitter?
You'll need one of those, I'd imagine.
Since owning a transmitter is illegal
and you are the broadcasting minister,
my answer would have to be a resounding "no."
You're challenging the authority
of the New Zealand Government,
of which I'm a Crown Minister.
Well, then save yourself a headache and license us
so we don't have to put to sea.
It's not that simple, I'm afraid.
The New Zealand Broadcasting Corporation
caters adequately
for the public's appetite for radio.
Well, in that case, I'll be sending you a postcard
from international waters.
From Mount Eden Prison, more like it.
I know you've been using.
Broadcasting House for recordings.
Next time, you'll be charged with breaking and entering.
- I thought it was paid. - It's not.
Hi, doll!
What?
No, I don't want to know.
- Ask him. - You're a month behind.
Sorry, that's all I've got.
Sweetie, I'll get that sorted next week.
What about the car registration?
Have we got the money for that?
You can drive without a registration.
Just don't get caught.
I am chased for money in the middle of the street,
and you are telling me to drive the car illegally.
Have you had a good look at this place lately?
Where is all that advertising money
you said would be pouring in?
I thought you would be in proper offices by now.
We've got it.
Got what?
The money from advertisers.
- It came in yesterday. - Really?
Yes, really, I'm just trying to be careful, okay,
hold the purse strings tight.
I'm responsible for a lot of people, Judy,
and it doesn't help to have you
second-guessing me like this.
Well, why didn't you tell me that earlier?
Because I've been busy organizing things.
Well, that's great news.
Really, it's great.
But tell me next time, okay?
So I'm not left in the dark.
Got to be joking.
- What the hell is that? - It's the latest color!
And I got it for a good price.
I'm not bloody surprised.
Hey!
You missed a bit.
Be better if you picked up a paintbrush.
Can't. Got to go meet Lisa's parents.
P... parents, my... my ass.
Alex's bedroom, more like.
Hey, fellas, looking good.
Very bright.
How's it going?
Pretty good.
Plenty of hard yakker going on it.
Apart from that skirt-chaser.
It's the parts we need.
What exactly?
Mooring cable, fuel tank,
hundred-foot radio mast.
Got to pay for a heavy-lift platform
to get that mooring slab out there too.
Shit, Morrie.
And that small matter of the transmitter, of course.
You've got that sorted, eh?
Hey, we'll get there.
Hey, Frank, paint those walls white, will ya?
Can't all be yellow.
Okay, try that.
Gah, shite.
- What size bulb did you use? - Hundred.
No, I said 60 watts maximum.
If we blow a fuse at sea,
we'll lose a thousand listeners
every five seconds we're off the air.
- This is second rate. - Oh, really?
Well, so is what we're being paid.
Boys!
Come on, pull it together, we've got a job to do,
not scrap with each other.
Aye-aye, Boss, you're right.
Is it true they've discovered
we're using Broadcasting House?
Yeah.
I've still got hours of programming to record.
Don't worry about it, I'm working on it.
Oh, Richard, uh,
I didn't want to say anything before, you know,
not in front of the other boys.
Uh, my wife, she just lost her job at the factory.
She also fell pregnant.
It's just I don't know if I can do this anymore.
No, no, no, I'm not... I'm not after a handout, mate.
Just hang in there a bit longer.
It will get easier, I promise.
Thanks.
See?
We're getting there.
Round up the boys.
I just wanted to say thanks to all of you
for sticking with me up till now.
I know we've been able to pay you,
well, bugger all,
but that's about to change.
I'm arranging for some funding,
put you on decent wages and get us some proper offices,
some decent recording equipment,
better than that clunky old gear
at the corporation.
That's more like it.
Where's this funding coming from then?
You just leave it to me.
Here is the booking fee.
Twenty percent.
Isn't that the penalty interest rate?
No, the penalty interest rate is 30%.
And these are all your assets?
Excellent.
If you could just sign here.
♪ Summer loving, party tonight ♪
♪ Bands play till the morning light ♪
♪ Ooh, Mama, rock with me ♪
♪ Summer loving, wild and free ♪
♪ We'll go dancing tonight ♪
♪ Summer loving feels all right ♪
♪ We'll stop, look at the stars ♪
♪ I tell you, girl, love is ours ♪
♪ She took my hand as we walked along ♪
♪ Everybody's still singing this song ♪
♪ Singing summer loving, party tonight ♪
♪ Bands play till the morning light ♪
♪ Ooh, Mama, rock with me ♪
♪ Summer loving, wild and free ♪
- You okay? - Let's do this!
Paul.
Thanks.
Nick. Uh, uh...
Got to be this time.
Either that or another printing press.
What's the password?
The eagle flies at midnight.
Got to be careful.
They're snooping around already.
- Who is? - Two fellas in gray suits
in a Vauxhall.
- When was this? - Yesterday.
Here.
U.S. Navy, World War Two.
They used it to talk to their submarines.
Any good for what you boys are up to?
You beautiful, beautiful man!
All right, steady.
It's good then, eh?
It's enough for a warrant, sir.
We can confiscate the transmitter
and stop them dead in their tracks.
Wait until Davis comes back for it
and then have him arrested.
Make a nice headline.
Oh, and Davis's crowd have also applied
for a two-way radio license to communicate
between the boat and their office.
Oh, of course, I'll see that it's refused.
And set up a meeting with the chief marine inspector.
Yes, sir.
You're gonna love this.
They refused us a two-way radio license,
so, uh, meet Roberta,
our ship-to-shore radio.
- Jesus! - Don't curse.
That's a hundred percent thoroughbred homing pigeon.
What's he doing here?
By order of the Marine Department.
You're a week early, we've still got work to complete.
If I can't inspect today,
then it'll be a month before I can come back.
Right.
- She's all yours. - Thank you.
♪ No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no ♪
♪ They call me ♪
♪ your little yo-yo ♪
♪ I said they call me, girl ♪
♪ Your little yo-yo, yo-yo, yo ♪
♪ Oh, baby ♪
♪ I'm telling you now ♪
♪ There's not a show, no ♪
♪ There's not a show now, girl ♪
♪ There's not a show now ♪
♪ I heard there's not a show, no ♪
♪ No, no, no, no ♪
♪ No, no, no, no, no, no ♪
There are 98 breaches of the codes
- that require rectification. - Well, that can't be.
- Ninety-eight? - Bullshit.
Until you fix every one, this contraption
or whatever it is stays impounded.
Ugh, Christ!
Is this boat even safe?
Ah, for God's sake.
Well, it's all right for you.
You get to sit in your office and have coffee brought to ya.
It's not your ass bobbing about out there!
- Oi, fellas! - These are all
just minor technical breaches.
There's nothing here that affects
the seaworthiness of the Tiri.
It's just a delaying tactic.
Nothing to do with safety?
I'll stake my life on it.
Let's get the transmitter aboard.
We leave tomorrow.
You really got this transmitter then?
Isn't that what I always said?
So who's coming with me to pick it up?
Richard Davis, I'm arresting you
for attempting to procure a transmitter.
I've been called a lot of things
in my short, amazing life,
but never ever Richard Davis.
Right, you, get out of the way.
- What do you want? - Police.
Mr. Ernest Briggs, we have a search and seize order
for an illegal radio transmitter.
Transmitter?
Better luck next time, boys.
♪ Early in the morning ♪
♪ Way hay and up she rises ♪
♪ Early in the morning ♪
Hang on!
Oh, gonna be a waste of good rum!
Shh, shh, I just want to say...
I love you, guys!
So eat, drink, and be merry!
- Be Morrie! - All right!
For tomorrow we die!
Tomorrow we die!
Oh, still slaving away.
I thought that man of yours was meant to be helping.
He is helping.
He's just not helping me at the moment.
Mm, pirate business, eh?
Well, never marry a seaman.
That's what mother used to say.
♪ Ah, let me hear you talking to me now ♪
Bloody Nora, how the hell did they find out?
Um, I told Lisa.
She might have told a friend or two.
Sorry.
Right.
We're gonna have the boys leave the wharf by 4:00.
Keep the lights off the Tiri tonight.
Here he comes!
Are you one of the Radio Hauraki DJs?
S... sure am.
- Hi. - Just make sure you call.
Mom and Dad while I'm gone, okay?
You know how much they worry.
Be careful out there, no taking any risks.
I'll be all right.
You just look after our wee bundle.
That should jam their headquarters signal.
Shh!
Base to Car 55,
there's a robbery in progress at Vulcan Lane.
Can you please render assistance?
Copy that, Base.
We're on our way.
Thank you for coming.
I know you've all been waiting patient for news
as to when the Tiri is likely to sail.
- Yup? - Everything all right
down there?
Aye-aye, listen Captain.
I'm now in a position to give you that information.
The Tiri has just set sail.
I'm sorry, but you will appreciate
that we wanted the best possible run
for international waters,
and lining up the side of the wharf with flashbulbs
wouldn't have given us that.
Where is she now?
What beauty.
We're on our way, boys.
Well gone.
You bugger.
If it's any consolation,
you're the first to know.
How about a photo then?
Can you give us that much for the morning paper?
- Bye! - Bye!
- Bon voyage. - Okay, keep it up.
Hold that.
Here we go.
Is that what I think it is?
Yup.
Three-mile limit triangle.
International waters.
Yeah, boy.
Attaboy, welcome to the world's newest radio station!
Got ya!
This is rock-and-roll, baby,
at long last on Radio Hauraki.
- You little beauty! - Broadcasting live
from the top of the dial
where there are no politicians.
Bloody, oh.
Just you and me and a whole lot
of great rock-and-roll.
We're kicking off with a band
we've all been waiting a long time for.
It's The Yellow Sprockets and "Love You All Night."
There we go, that's it.
♪ I dreamed of a girl like you ♪
We've done it!
Chew on that, Willis!
♪ All right ♪
♪ So what I needed, what I needed was you ♪
♪ But, girl, you hit me from out of the blue ♪
♪ I dreamed of a girl like you ♪
♪ All right ♪
♪ Said baby, you're gonna let me love you ♪
♪ Yeah, baby, I'm feeling so good ♪
♪ 'Cause I love you ♪
♪ I'm really gonna love you so right ♪
You hear that?
Sound of freedom.
Breakfast!
Guess I'll be throwing yours straight overboard
next time, then, eh?
That's disgusting.
It's gonna be a long two weeks.
There will be more supplies coming on the launch tomorrow.
This is the bloody life.
One night at sea and already on shore leave.
Just keep your heads down.
Try not to run into the fuzz.
Aye-aye, Captain.
You've done it, you've really done it.
Everyone's listening, here!
Top of the dial.
I am so proud of you.
And I'm proud of you, sweetheart,
for putting up with me.
Now I believe tonight a very special woman
is having a certain art exhibition.
Should you be seen out in public?
They might arrest you.
Oh, just let them try.
They've already tried once and failed.
Now tonight, it's your turn to shine.
Nothing can stop me from being there.
- Hi. - Hey.
The curator, Doogal Withers, my husband, Richard Davis.
Oh, called me Doogie.
She really is quite a find your Judy.
I've got my eye on her for a while.
So have I, mate.
But as for you, what a kudos having you here
this evening after all the commotion you caused
last night, you know, I'm... I really am quite a fan.
You like rock and roll do you?
Well, not really but anyone who takes on
those hide bound old farts in the government,
they're all right by me, excuse me.
Hey everybody, there's a pirate loose in the building.
Hey-hey.
Hey um, what ever possessed you to do it?
Oh, it's not my choice
to be bobbing up and down on the ocean blue.
I'd much rather be on land with a broadcasting license.
That's right, Richard Davis.
Yes, the Nouveau Gallery.
Wondering if I could get a get a quote from you, Minister.
Who likes the Rolling Stones?
How many of you have heard the Rolling Stones
on the radio ever?
Not one, right?
Well, that's what we're fighting for.
To stop 'em.
Move aside!
Richard Davis, I'm arresting you on a charge
of illegally taking an uncertified boat
and putting that boat to sea.
I require you to come with me.
Now this man does not like the Rolling Stones.
Right, that's it.
Hey, hey, hey, come on, come on.
Stop it, stop it, stop it!
Stop it, get off of him!
I warned you it would end like this.
End?
This is just the beginning.
How's that election campaign going, Jim?
See from what I hear you're loosing ground because of us.
The blockade I put in place
will starve your men.
Your little radio caper's over.
So bring your boat back to shore
before someone gets hurt.
Nothing is over.
My men will drink their own urine
before surrendering to you.
Well..
They may have to.
Davis' wife, obstruction.
Come to gloat, have you?
I can assure you, madam, I have not come to gloat.
Your husband is breaking the law.
Well, you've got yourself some real hardened criminals tonight.
Minister, this way.
There's a small crowd out front, Minister.
We'll take you out the back way.
No, no, that won't be necessary.
- Here's the vicious pig. - You're a disgrace.
- They've done nothing wrong. - It's a break of civil right.
Piss off Willis! Piss off Willis!
Look at them, a lunatic fringe.
- There seems to be... - Piss off Willis!
There seems to be a misunderstanding.
Now I've arrange for Mr. Davis and his wife
to be released on bail.
The courts will deal with this matter in due course.
Released?
Good evening.
Why'd you do that?
They'll be out on bail tomorrow anyway.
Keeping him banged up will only make a martyr out of him.
I'm sure you'll have this whole thing wrapped up
long before the courts ever get to him, sir.
There she comes.
Right on time.
This is the coastguard, you're of breach...
- What is it? - Regulations.
Hi, Radio Hauraki.
- Yes? - Bloody blockade.
What is this? A communist state?
We just have to do it another way.
Shit! It's like being at war with your own country.
Okay, so what other way?
We cut the number of runs the supply launch does
and do them at night, cover of darkness.
We'll use the sea plane more often.
It can only land when it's flat.
Lofty's already had to turn back twice.
Doesn't have to land.
We use a water tight container.
Something that will float, fill it with tapes
and essential supplies.
And what?
Push it out the window?
Why not.
We're at war.
The post office just called.
The phone lines at the exchange are crashing
- from too many people calling. - What sort of calls?
People ringing to say they love the music.
That's worth money in the bank.
Radio Hauraki broadcasting live.
Bringing you the best in New Zealand music.
With the Yellow Sprockets, Groovy Girl.
♪ Wish I could choose you girl ♪
♪ Cause you're my groovy girl ♪
Turn that racket down.
♪ Yeah you fill up my world ♪
- Ey mate, got it. - Got it mate, here we go.
Come on you bastard, come to daddy.
25,000 more listeners in the last month.
Gentlemen, if you're not advertising with us
you're going backwards.
Ah, gotcha!
There'll be more next week.
Looking forward to it.
♪ You're so so groovy girl ♪
Radio Hauraki with a special hello
to Wendy from Mission Bay.
If you'd like to ring and leave your details Wendy,
I got an Irish gift package coming to yah.
Special delivery.
♪ Groovy girl ♪
Should be on the T... T... Tiri.
I'm letting the side down.
End your day with Cadbury's drinking chocolate.
Mhm-mhm. So smooth.
♪ I'm gonna take you to the stars above ♪
♪ I'm gonna make you ♪
♪ Feel my love ♪
The Commodore, Minister.
- Steven. - Jim, good to see you.
I heard you've been having some trouble at sea.
Who will rid me these troublesome pirates?
I hope you're not suggesting we carry out
some firing practice around the Hauraki Golf.
No we need to box clever.
Show them up as the law breakers they are.
Can you get me some photo reconnaissance
of their position?
I can probably make you a scrapbook of photos
- if you wanted them. - Excellent.
Let me know the instant that boat
strays out of international waters.
By all means.
And once they do stray?
Then we get some of your navy friends
to send in a frigate and arrest them.
Consider it done, Jim.
♪ Captured by all of your charms ♪
♪ I'm in heaven you see ♪
♪ When holding you closer to me ♪
♪ Falling in love, yes it's true ♪
Good evening, darling.
Hi.
Care to have dinner with me?
All right.
♪ You know I want to say ♪
♪ I love you baby, you see ♪
♪ Say you'll stay here with me ♪
♪ Fah-la-la-la ♪
♪ Bah-bah-bah-bah ♪
Mm, mhm.
Mhm.
Excellent, uh-huh.
To us.
And good fortune.
I love you, sweetheart
because you're my girl.
I know I am.
Ah.
Madame.
Monsieur.
♪ Bah-bah-bah-bah ♪
♪ Bah-bah-da-doop-dah ♪
♪ Do you want me baby ♪
♪ Like I'm wanting you ♪
♪ Will you love me the way I'm loving you ♪
♪ When we're dancing ♪
♪ Baby, I'm loving you ♪
♪ Baby I'm loving you ♪
♪ Keep dancing with you ♪
From midnight tonight, any advertiser
buying airtime on Radio Hauraki
will be unable to claim a tax deduction for that expense.
This should make you popular.
This government is squarely on the side
on law abiding businesses and citizens.
And will not stand by
while a group of publicity seeking individuals
do as they please, thank you.
Any comment Minister, on the latest poll
showing your government down to a four-point lead?
That's better.
Christ, they even got the Air Force
trying to give us the shits.
It worked for me.
They'll be checking our position.
Not much chance of that changing
being tied to four tons of concrete, ey.
Until they send a submarine.
That bloody Willis.
We've lost seven advertisers
since he pulled that tax deducibility stunt.
Clients are running scared.
Okay, hang on, we have 115 clients.
That's what? Five percent who've conformed with Willis.
The point is, Richard, it's trending downwards.
We can't afford to lose a single client right now.
Yeah, yeah, yeah, I hear you.
So who's the biggest of the seven?
I'd like to help you but what can I do?
I can tell you what you can do.
All my clients are ducking for cover.
Just because they can't claim a tax deduction,
Christ Clive, even without the deduction they're still winning.
- You haven't heard have you? - Heard what?
Minster Willis is putting it about
that anybody doing business with your lot
could find themselves with a nasty tax audit
from the Inland Revenue Department.
Audit?
Yes.
Breakfast.
Fried ham in a can
and you better like it
'cause there's nothing else.
Ugh, Jesus Christ.
Might pass on that.
A dummy overflowed into the bilge.
Ugh, what I wouldn't give for a whole bloody share
of my wife's home cooking right now.
Can you just get out?
Go.
Look, I know that I've missed a couple of payments
but can we sort something out?
It's just a short term cash flow hiccup, that's all.
I know the situation well.
A cup of tea?
No thanks.
Coffee then?
Why are you being so nice?
Oh shit.
If you need it now and you're strapped for cash.
Farmers is the place because at Farmers
there's one month interest free.
Excuse me.
What the hell are you doing?
We ain't farmers mate.
Repo.
Great.
Just great.
♪ No, no, no, no, no, no ♪
Wait! Wait! You can't do that.
This says they can apparently.
You never told me all of this was on credit.
Credit?
Is there anything else you haven't told me?
Oh man, we're screwed.
Hey! Stop!
Hey, I talked to your boss, we've come to an arrangement.
Come to visit tomorrow, mate.
Shit.
Dammit. Fuck.
♪ You're on your own but not forever ♪
♪ The rain just keeps on pouring ♪
Hi, I've got good news.
Where's the car?
Out front.
It's not.
It's where I parked it.
Shit.
Someone's nicked it.
Great, just what we need.
- I'll... I'll call the police. - I'll do it, I'll do it.
Hello?
It's for you.
Hello?
Yeah.
I see.
Thank you.
Bye.
Doogal at the gallery.
I had a buyer for a painting, that was the good news.
Told me she loved it.
But she's reneged.
Said she's changed her mind.
I hate being strung along like that.
Silly cow.
Hey.
Hey, hey.
You'll sell another one.
Don't let that get you down.
You are much, much better than that.
You got a lot on your plate at the moment, Jim.
The election coming up and those radio renegades.
Well, it's good to take some time off
from the constant toil of heavy handed straight repression.
Well, keep it up I say.
Yes, but already I grow weary at the thought
of having to burn more pop music records tomorrow.
Well, there's probably some people
who actually think you might do that.
What do you mean?
Well, I understand there's a bit of public support
for these radio pirates.
In the public a fickle.
There's that song, The Times They Are A-Changin'.
By that long haired beatnik.
- You mean, Bob Dylan. - Well, they may be a-changing
and I'm not one for standing in the way of progress
but it's not progress when people operate
- outside the law. - Here, here, brother.
It's the slippery slope to anarchy, nothing less.
And attack on the very fabric of society.
Verna, this chicken was delicious.
Yes, it was.
If you'll excuse me.
You're listening to Radio Hauraki
and we're all at sea on top of the dial 1480.
Hello, Uncle Jim.
Can you believe that these girls
really want to meet us.
What do we do?
Come on, keep up.
The girls can wait.
It's a beautiful thing, Murray.
Yeah, yeah, it's a beautiful thing.
Now make your move.
I'll raise you.
Ugh, nope.
Too rich for me.
Thank you, gentlemen.
You are beautiful too.
- Aerial. - Ugh, again.
Of all the bloody nights.
Worthless, you twat.
Here you'll need one of these.
Careful mate.
Nick! Nick!
Nick!
Police might have found the car.
Hello?
Yes.
When?
I'm leaving now.
Jesus Christ, what have I done.
Come on, Nick.
Where are you, mate?
We're low on fuel.
Head back and fill up.
We're not stopping until we find him.
Thanks for coming in.
I just wanted to say...
I can understand if any of you want to pull out.
It's a difficult time.
You're all doing a hell of a job.
Thanks.
Richard, Richard.
- Shit. - Just what we need.
Jesus Christ!
You're like a dog with a bone!
I'm truly sorry for your friend.
But if wouldn't have happened if you hadn't broken the law.
It wouldn't have happened if you'd just given us
- the bloody license. - You took that boat to sea.
You're the one responsible for Nick Denson's death.
You know it.
And they certainly know it.
I came here to tell you that my department
has traced the sea plane you've been sneaking around in.
You can tell your man to come in.
It's over.
I know you think I'm a joke.
Following the rules while your lot
just thumb your nose at them.
All we want is the freedom to...
Freedom?
You have no idea what that means.
The freedoms my generation fought and died for.
The freedoms you just take for granted.
It just hasn't occurred to you
that in order for these freedoms to be preserved
there must be rules, there must be law.
But not for Richard Davis and his pirates.
Well, look where it's got you.
How many more lives are you willing to risk?
What are you doing?
I'm leaving you, Richard.
You're what?
They took everything.
Have a look, there's nothing left.
Money we owe to a loan shark.
Sound familiar?
It's all right, I can fix this.
Stop lying to me.
It wasn't their first visit.
No, on that visit they took the car.
You already knew that, didn't you?
Taxi.
I'm your wife.
You should've been honest with me.
Look, I've talked to the men.
And they're all behind you not Willis.
We're in the trenches together.
You can't do this!
We all want to go back out there!
- Are they here? - Yes, of course.
Bring them in.
- Thanks but... - We're not giving up
without a fight, the war is not over.
- Yeah, too bloody right. - If they want the Tiri
they can come tow it away themselves.
That won't look goo... goo-good in the papers either.
I really appreciate this.
I really, really do.
But I've made my decision.
I won't put any of your lives in danger again.
But we fought tooth and nail to get here!
I said no!
Tell Murray there's one more tape
coming out for broadcast.
After there, the Tiri comes back.
Is there any recording equipment left?
It's the old Twotrack.
This is Richard Davis.
Director of Radio Hauraki.
I have taken the decision that from midnight tonight.
Radio Hauraki will cease broadcasting.
♪ Yeah baby, you're gonna let me love you ♪
♪ Yeah baby, feeling so good ♪
Go away, my sister doesn't want to see you.
Please, Karen, I..
I just need to tell her that she was right
and I was a fool and if she doesn't believe me,
listen to the radio tomorrow.
She won't hear a thing.
It's over as of midnight tonight.
Okay, fine, I'll tell her.
Just tell her that I love her
and that I always will.
And one day I'll figure out how to make it up to her,
all of it.
Cause she's still my girl.
From midnight tonight, Radio Hauraki
will cease broadcasting.
I want to apologize to all our supporters
who stood by us.
Without you we never could've gotten this far.
From all of the staff here at Radio Hauraki,
including our hero Nick Denson,
we thank you.
While it lasted it was one hell of a ride.
So goodnight
from the good ship, the Tiri.
And goodbye.
The rally, it's at 12 o'clock.
We're going to get back on air, Richard.
- You tried him at home again? - Yup, still no answer.
- Thank Christ. - Where the hell have you been?
Busy.
What's this about a rally?
At the town hall, everyone wants us back on the air.
Who organized this?
The... the... the p... people did that, the listeners.
And get this, Jim Willis is going to be there.
- Oh is he now? - The election's Saturday.
He wants to trot out his usual bullshit.
But now you're here, you can speak against him.
This is our chance to turn this thing around.
- Get broadcasting again. - Where's Murray?
Tiri won't start, she needs a new starter motor.
The old girl didn't want to come back home.
Let's go, rally's in 20 minutes.
Can't wait to see the look on Willis' face now.
You'll have his guts for g... g... g... garters mate.
No.
Why?
You know why.
We're not going out there again.
I don't think you understand.
This rally, all these people,
they don't want us on the Tiri.
They want what you've always wanted.
A license to broadcast from land.
Nick would always say how funny it was
having bugger all money and working 80 hours a week
but then he'd tell me how happy he was.
Music history, he'd say.
And even though there's a part of me that wishes
that he'd never met you,
I know what Nick would say right now.
What's that?
He'd say, "Finish what you started
and get that bloody license."
Your speech, Minister.
Thanks.
Sir, have you read this?
Haven't got time for that.
- Right. - Let's go.
Minister, I have the Prime Minister on line one.
Hello, Prime Minister.
Go Richard, yah!
Thank you for coming.
I'm Richard Davis from Radio Hauraki.
We started out on this adventure
because whenever I turned on the radio
all I could get was chamber music and horse racing.
When I'd rather hear The Beatles.
- The Beatles. - He means us.
Then I realized, this was really about choice.
Who should choose what we listen to on the radio?
Us or politicians?
Damn right it's a basic freedom of choice.
Like the freedom to walk down the street.
Freedom of speech.
Men and women have died for that freedom.
Well, why not the freedom to listen to what we want to hear?
What you want to hear.
May I?
Thank you, thank you, Mr. Davis.
I appreciate the opportunity to speak to you this afternoon.
We don't!
Now this government has taken a strong,
and at a times, unpopular position on broadcasting
and I make no apologies for it.
I'm deeply sorry that it's taken a tragedy
for Radio Hauraki to cease its operation.
The government has always encouraged
entrepreneurs with bright ideas.
These daring and audacious young men
have proved their medal.
Therefore, I'm pleased to announce and present
the granting of the official land based broadcasting license
for Radio Hauraki effective immediately.
This is dedicated to our most loved colleague, Nick Denson.
We got the bloody license, Nick!
Get me out of here.
Yes!
It's true then?
Oh, you bet it is, darling.
- Oh, show me! - Voila!
- Yes! - See this?
License to broadcast from land.
Best day of me life!
Ooh.
Yup, best day of my life.
Murray, we've got to tell Murray.
Let's go out there and tell him ourselves.
Yes, to the Tiri we go for one last boat ride.
One last boat ride!
Sir, I don't see why it's you who's resigning.
It's a matter of principle.
But the Prime Minister he's... he's just wrong.
It's not the job of you or anyone else
to question the Prime Minister's authority.
Sorry, sir.
Two more boxes to go to the car.
And Barry...
thank you.
Yes, it's Radio Hauraki 1480.
You can't keep us down.
We are back coming and coming to shore, baby.
♪ When I first met you baby ♪
♪ You didn't want to know my name ♪
- Cheers. - Cheers.
- Thank god. - Too bloody right!
- Take that Willis. - Couldn't have done this
- without you, mate. - Couldn't have done it
without the Tiri.
Here's a toast to the Tiri.
To the Tiri!
All right, better get this fitted, boys.
- To Murray. - To Murray!
Oy, getting queasy there, Popeye?
Ooh!
- Here we go. - Here we go!
So if you take all the marine inspectors and your bureaucrats
and your politicians and you lay them up,
hand to hand under the Harbor Bridge,
what do you get?
- What? - Who cares.
Ugh!
Alright down here lads?
Better check on Murray.
What the hell's going on up there?
Oh shit!
- The mooring cable snapped. - What!
We're drifting onto rocks! Sound the siren!
You break into the program and send out a mayday,
Brendon, gather all the life jackets.
I'll find Murray, come on!
- Shit! - Move! Move!
Mayday! Mayday!
This is the Tiri!
Mayday! This is the Tiri!
We have broken our mooring.
I repeat, we have broken our mooring
and are drifting off to the rocks.
This is a mayday call!
Jesus we're right on top of it!
Murray!
Mate!
Come on, mate.
The ship's moving, I can feel it.
You got that right, we're almost on top of rocks.
We gotta move.
Mayday! Mayday!
It's hit the rocks.
Keep moving!
Guys, we're going to have to jump.
I'm the last to leave.
Not tonight you're not.
Make sure everyone gets off.
Okay, now go!
Hold on, Murray!
I got you!
This is Tim Scott on the Tiri.
Radio Hauraki! We're going down!
I repeat, we're going down.
The water's up to our ankles in here.
Ugh.
To my wife, I'll be home when I can.
I'm turning up the microphone so you can hear what's going on.
Hurry, it's time to go!
Come on!
- I love you Mom and Dad. - Get out!
Come on!
Put this on.
Ugh.
- Where are the others? - Off ship.
- Now jump! - Ugh!
Ugh!
Come on, let's go.
Ugh! Help! Fuck.
Come on! Open!
Open!
Fuck!
Ugh!
He's awake!
- Ugh, where are we? - A beach, a bloody beach.
Cliff face all around and we wash up on a beach.
- Everyone? - Ey.
- Oh thank god. - We thought we'd lost you though
until old Brendon here gave you the Irish kiss of life.
The pirates have landed
but only bloody just.
Come on, up you get.
Up.
You all right?
She was a good ship.
I hope you've still got that bloody license.
Of course the first thing we need is a new transmitter.
And a site for the aerial.
Here we go.
Who's going to do the first show?
- Me, come on. - Put me on.
♪ Feels like we've been pushed around ♪
♪ Tonight we're gonna stand our ground ♪
♪ People want to cheat today ♪
♪ The people want to have their say ♪
♪ A new sensation ♪
♪ Liberation ♪
♪ Across the nation ♪
♪ For our generation ♪
♪ A new sensation ♪
♪ Bringing liberation ♪
♪ Across the nation ♪
♪ For our generation ♪
♪ Listen to that rocking sound ♪
♪ As they all try to push us down ♪
♪ We lose a lot but we fight the fight ♪
♪ You still got freedom ♪
♪ Within our sight ♪
♪ Talking about ♪
♪ Yeah talking about ♪
♪ Yeah, yeah, yeah ♪
♪ Freedom ♪
♪ Yeah, yeah, yeah ♪
♪ Whoaaaa ♪
♪ Yeah, yeah, yeah ♪
♪ Freedom ♪
♪ A new sensation ♪
♪ Liberation ♪
♪ Across the nation ♪
♪ For our generation ♪
♪ A new sensation ♪
♪ Bringing liberation ♪
♪ Across the nation ♪
♪ For our generation ♪
♪ It's a new sensation ♪
♪ Liberation ♪
♪ Across the nation ♪
♪ Whoaaaa ♪