Radio Pirates (1480 Radio Pirates)

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.

Good luck.

Who needs luck?

You'll be late.

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.

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?