The Run

The debate over the cause of the fertility

crisis continues to rage both

in the scientific and political arenas.

The question around whether the virus

or the vaccine itself is to blame remains

unanswered.

In related news, fresh waves of protests have erupted

across the country defying

new lockdown and quarantine laws.

Police and military are struggling

to regain control, especially in regional areas

where groups of armed citizens have established

a number of checkpoints

limiting travel across the country.

This comes as groups on both the far right and--

Flinders Island has become the latest

island to sever ties with the mainland,

with local militia seizing control

of all ferry operations.

Meanwhile, the Prime Minister has addressed the nation

this morning amid fresh calls for his resignation.

Humanity is experiencing

its greatest existential threat,

and I fear that our world has never felt more divided.

In the face of such adversity,

our task now is to cling to what little hope remains.

Yes, this... fertility crisis

has... left us facing a challenge that feels

increasingly... impossible.

It's good.

Put him on.

Any surprises?

-No. -Good.

When can I see her?

There is another package.

No, no, that wasn't the fu--

You want to see your wife?

Show him.

She doesn't have long.

Do this, and you can see her.

You have my word.

The package is already moving.

Norman is intercepting as we speak.

I'll ring you with collection details.

Get up, give me the keys.

What are you doing?

Get up against the van.

No, no, no, no, no!

There was a problem.

I'm on my way.

Make sure your man is there.

It's the baby? Understood.

What about the girl?

Copy.

Come on, come on.

Come on.

I wanna hold that one.

Yeah, you can hold any of them.

What are you gonna call that one?

Fluffy.

Why is it called Fluffy?

'Cause it looks like you.

Yeah, and you smell funny.

The orange one looks like the mom

'cause she's the biggest.

It looks like you.

- Yeah? - The girl...

what she's carrying is your package,

she's going to a different buyer,

someone else is collecting her.

She'll be at the old trading post.

Be there in an hour.

This is delicate.

Oh, fuck.

Mom sold her.

The fucking bitch sold her.

I never fucking agreed to that.

She wasn't for sale.

Oh, lad, that's right.

She gave you a little bit of a hard-on, didn't she?

I fucking loved her, you idiot.

You're gonna do whatever it is you fucking do.

You're gonna find out who took her...

...where she's heading...

...and where the drop is.

Say, "please."

Pretty fucking please.

Stop!

Stay the fuck back!

Try it.

You open your mouth...

...and the words fucking flow out.

Speak!

She sells seashells by the seashore.

Big bad wolf.

That bright blue blood.

Anything.

Anything.

Ah, yeah!

Oh, boy!

Woo-hoo!

Hey boy, you on the channel?

Hey, fucking deepshits.

Are you there or what?

Smiley, where are you little brother?

Round and about.

What have you got for me?

I've got a white van... heading

north about ten Ks out of Old Mate's Trading Post.

G'day Chip,

I haven't seen you here in a while.

Fuck off, I'm not in the mood.

Oh, still overflowing with mirth, I see.

I'm here for a pickup.

Pick up? Well...

What happened to me other mate, the old fella?

I didn't think they'd send you out this way.

I liked the old fella.

I don't know if I like you...

Just pissing you about.

Old fella was a wanker.

Where's the package?

If I knew, I'd tell you, but...

I'm not gonna tell you 'cause I haven't got a fucking clue.

Either you're early or they're late,

and that is not good. Have a drink.

Makes me nervous.

And I don't like getting nervous.

Alright... I'll need some diesel.

What you need, mate...

is a fucking root,

but...

...given the way you look, diesel'll have to do.

Yeah, God bless you too!

I'll need you to unlock the van.

Fuck off.

- Huh? - I said fuck off.

Where is the girl? Where is she?

-Where is the girl? -What the fuck?

Take it easy, man.

Fuck, do you want any fucking more?

- I'm not fucking-- - Alright!

I'll get the fucking keys out of the

fucking car and open it up.

Fuck me! Alright, just calm down!

Open the van!

Drive!

Please.

- Slow down. - You got a baby--

Did you not hear me? I said slow down.

- How do you have a baby? - Slow down!

Have you got any water?

It's on the floor.

Leave it.

Shit.

No, what are you doing? Don't stop.

- We're overheating, we've got to stop. -We cannot stop!

Shit.

Please...

Help me.

Baby...

Who were they, back there?

Don't touch that!

Fuck.

- Where are you? - A baby?

A fucking baby!

And the girl?

No. She wasn't there.

Okay.

Delivery at sunset.

I'll send coordinates.

W--

Who were they, back there?

What'd they do to you?

Where are you headed?

There's an island.

It's still safe.

- It's not an option. - Yes, it is.

I've heard...

...they have a school...

A hospital. A community.

Forget it.

It is impossible.

It always seems impossible until it's done, right?

I heard that somewhere.

Hold it upright.

Sometimes they swallow air and it hurts.

There you go. That's it.

You've got a baby.

How do you have a baby?

Impossible... right?

If you know where to look, you can still

find the best things.

You got it.

Old Mate's camera's still fucking work.

Alright, so she--

she... gets out of the truck and--

and then jumps into that Land Cruiser.

Who is he?

I never met him 'til today.