Bad Taste

Hello, emergency.|What service did you require, please?

Hello, quick, anybody,|just get help!

- Where are you calling from, sir?|- Kaihoro, phone box.

There was this roaring noise|and a big white light in the sky...

and then... these...|invaders started killing us!

Hold on, sir, I'll connect you|with the Internal Affairs Dpt.

- No time, they're after me...|- Hello?

Is there anybody there?

What do you think, Minister?

Call a full-scale invasion alert, sir.

I'll phone the forces,|fighters frigates, footsloggers...

Perhaps that could all be|a bit showy.

I think this is a job for real men.

Just stop right there!

Stop!

I think you'd better kill him, Barry.

Jeez, he could be|Ministry or Works...

No, he's moving too fast.

Stop!|This is definitely your last chance!

That's the story!

I always thought you were|left-handed.

No, the head shot's|the only true stopper.

Aw Jeez!

I hope I'm not the poor bastard|that's got to clean that up.

Jesus!

Stick all the bits of brain|in a plastic bag, Barry.

We'll need them for analysis.

No bloody way, mate.|Come down here and do that yourself.

You're the yung-ho scientist.

All right.|I'll be down straight after lunch.

But at least take a blood sample.

No need.|I'll just wring my strides out.

Well, at least we got|one live specimen.

Yeah.

Seen anyone else about,|Barry?

No, the place is completely|deserted.

They're probably all dead,|that's at least 75 people.

Jeez, I just hope we're in time|to save the world.

Well, I just hope you got it right|this time.

No doubt about it, Barry.|I've been watching the skies.

And do you know|what the skies did?

- They pointed...|- They pointed at this place.

Why can't aliens be friendly?

There's no glowing fingers|on these bastards.

We've got a bunch of extra-terrestrial|psychopaths on our hands.

Like a... visit from a planet|full of Charlie Mansons.

They've wiped out|a small town for starters.

It's my guess they'll go on|to something bigger next time.

- Christchurch, Wellington...|- Auckland?

Yeah, well, that wouldn't be so bad.

Well, you'd better contact|the others, Derek.

They should be in range now.

Tell them to keep an eye out...

for someone who could be|heading this way.

- Who?|- A collector.

There's some appeal on.

There's envelopes stuck|on all the doors...

and today's collection day.

There's something that's|just occurred to me too, mate.

What's that?

That joker you topped a while back.

He might have friends.

I'd keep my eyes skinned|if I were you.

You needn't worry.|I'm not stupid, thanks...

Come in, Frank.|Ozzy, are you there?

Boys, are you there?

Turn it down, Ozzy!

That's elevator music|for headbangers.

Frank! Ozzy!|Are you there?

Yeah, we're here, mate, but could|you use the proper call-sign?

- There could be people listening.|- There's nobody for miles, Frank.

Besides, I don't think|whispering's going to help.

He's got a point there, Frank.

What do you mean, nobody for miles?|I thought you were in Kaihoro.

I am in Kaihoro|and I was right all long.

- They've done the entire town.|- Who's done the town?

The extra-terrestrial low-lifers.

And guess what!|We've caught one of the bastards!

Me and Barry got him|loping over the hills...

just like he owned the bloody place.

Now do you believe me?

Jeez, look, Derek,|just keep him there.

- You got him secured?|- Bloody oath!

Right, now don't touch him.|We'll be there in 45 minutes.

Whatever you do, don't harm him.|No physical violence!

Another thing, Derek,|keep a careful look-out.

- There could be more about.|- There was! Down on the beach!

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