Cleverman

Jugowari.

Maybe we should take Mungo back to the others.

We can't take him back like that.

They might want to 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 he 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.

Slade assured me this'd be worth my while.

Project Madesterium.

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 life span.

Are you telling me these creatures 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.

Jared 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

Hairys to live peacefully, side-by-side.

In return, your government backs their entire welfare programme.

Where I'm from, that's called being screwed twice.

With respect, Minister, that shows a lack of vision.

The initiative means Hairys are no longer a threat to humans.

The genetic testing of the general public comes to an end.

Hairys can live freely and safely in an open, assimilated society.

And the face of that initiative -

a respected black fella 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 Madesterium 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 going to pass for a human.

Let 'em come. I'll take care of them.

There's fruit 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 want to 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.

I just wanted to make sure you were all right before I left.

You needn't even move off the couch today.

I recognise that look. The hospital called, they need me back.

I thought I might go and do half a day.

My darling, I don't want to 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 their lovely Marianne Prith.

She's in, 100%.

No eyebrows raised about disposal of extracted waste products?

All be to delivered to Slade Industries for destruction,

ensuring no toxic waste dumps.

A responsibility that Slade Industries takes very seriously.

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 Hairys aren't allowed to use their own language again,

once they've been through the process.

They called this one Trevor on arrival.

Perfect.

I can see you're born to this.

They have to act as human, in all ways.

Savour 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.

Araluen. Araluen. Djukara! Araluen!

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 sub-humans,

in which several courageous Containment Authority officers

lost their lives.

This was clearly a planned attack, rather than an opportunistic run.

Pressure is now...

Meant to crack down on these violent creatures,

who continue to prey on innocent humans...

...news.

This shows the streets aren't safe for any of you.

Please, stay hidden.

We can't trust anyone anymore.

Ordinary people did this.

And I'm sorry I let you down at the Zone, but I am here for you all...

to keep you safe, however I can...

...and to change things...

...up there in the city...

...to make this city a better place for Hairys 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 want to 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!

Jira, no!

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.

And what we can do to it.

House keys.

Same ring as the car keys.

They'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.

Tick-tock, tick-tock, buddy! Yeah, I know.

What happened to your head? Don't ask. Let's get in the car.

We're running late.

...please report to ICU.

Doctor Burke, Doctor Burke, 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 OK?

How many years have you been telling me what I should do?

12? Wait, no, 14 years.

Oh, my God, you make me sound so old. Well, you are old. So rude!

Oh, but you'll never be as old as me.

I thought your OB ordered bed rest until next week.

Are you conspiring with my husband, Deepak?

Can I get the patients list for today?

Well, I wouldn't blame him for treating you like glass.

You had a big scare.

I'm not doing manual labour in the fields.

It's just a few shifts. It's good for me. Thanks.

Doctors make terrible patients. Only when we feel we have no control.

So who's the bigger control freak, then? You or Jared?

Oh, my God, that man is a league of his own.

I swear he'd lock me up, if he could, till the baby was born.

Oh, I see, so you're just here to be a rebel.

Exactly. It's got nothing to do with control.

Hey, I need a full workup -

hormones, haemoglobin, 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 want to 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.

DNA.

Hood off, please.

Mandatory DNA test, ma'am.

Clear.

Well, that was disappointing.

You're clear. Enjoy the rest of your day.