Hunt for the Wilderpeople (2016) - full transcript

A national manhunt is ordered for a rebellious kid and his foster uncle who go missing in the wild New Zealand bush.

'MAKUTEKAHU'

UPBEAT CHORAL SINGING CONTINUES

SINGING CONTINUES

SINGING SLOWS

UPBEAT SINGING RESUMES

SINGING SLOWS

WOMAN: Here I come!

Here I come.

Mrs. Faulkner?

Yes. Bella Faulkner.

Bella, Paula Hall from Child Welfare

Services. This is Ricky Baker.

Ricky Baker. Yes.

Oh, here you are.

Mm.

Ricky, I'm Bella, Uh, you can call

me Bella, or Auntie, if you like,

even though I'm not

your real auntie.

But, you know, it's

a bit less formal.

Whoo. You're a big fella!

Who ate the guy who

ate all the pies, eh? (LAUGHS)

Sorry.

Well, he's nice.

Yeah. Now, uh, obviously we've got a

couple of things to talk through, Bella.

Clearly you've been briefed about his, uh,

background and also his foster care history.

Apparently he's a bit of

a handful, a real bad egg.

I mean, if you look at his file,

you'll see that for yourself.

We're talking disobedience, stealing,

spitting, running away,

throwing rocks, kicking stuff, defacing

stuff, burning stuff, loitering and graffiti.

And that's just the

stuff we know about.

But hopefully, uh, change in scene

will help straighten him out.

He's home now. He'll be OK.

OK, Well, I like your

enthusiasm. Good.

Ricky, this is your new home.

A real piece of work, this one.

Ricky!

There's no one else

who wants you, OK?

Now, Ricky, you know what the

alternative is, don't you? Eh?

Think you can make it work? 'Course we can.

We'll make it work.

Move. Move it. Move!

Yeah. I've been in

this game a long time.

'No child left behind' is our motto.

Well, it's not, you know, the official

motto, but it's definitely mine.

Also, as part of the transition process,

I'll be needing to inspect your property,

just to make sure that it's

up to our high standard.

Looks fine. What do you think,

Constable Tappert?

- Andy!

- Yeah, it looks cool. Yeah.

We'll be coming in every eight weeks or so,

just to check in on, uh...

MYSTERIOUS MUSIC

Who's that Crocodile Dundee

guy over there?

Oh, that's my husband, Hector.

ANDY: Whoa. He's giving

that pig a piggyback.

MYSTERIOUS MUSIC CONTINUES

Well, I see he has a rifle, Just

keep it away from this little guy.

God knows what he's capable of.

OK, he's all yours. No returns.

(CHUCKLES) Oh, I'm just joking.

OK, You've got my number, so just, uh, ring me if

you've got any trouble. OK?

Bye, Ricky.

Bye, Ricky.

Wow, what a shocker, eh (?)

OK, let's go, Andy.

DOORS SLAM

Ricky, this is Hec. You can

call him Uncle, if you like.

No, he can't.

What do you want to do?

Are you hungry?

That's a silly question,

isn't it? Look at you. (LAUGHS)

Mm?

You ever worked on a farm before

or you just... ornamental?

Hec, Just remember when we first met,

you weren't much good to anyone.

Just a scruffy white drifter who

smelled like methylated spirits.

Goodnight.

Eh? What's that, dear?

Goodnight.

(CLICKS TONGUE) Oh...

Jeez, Hec. You bloody idiot.

What?

KNOCK AT DOOR

BELLA: Ricky?

Buddy? Are you OK?

Sorry about Hec. He's a

silly old goat, that's all.

OK, well, I hope you

like your room, petal.

They said you liked to read, so

I got a bunch of books for you,

and you'll also notice an Indian lamp,

a bulldog lamp and some cats,

and a nice sharp knife to

kill monsters in the night.

I can't imagine what you've been through,

boy. You know, I can't imagine it was easy.

But you're here now.

This is home.

Anyway, (SIGHS) it's really nice to have

you here, and I left a hottie in your bed.

We'll see you in the morning.

OK?

(DOOR OPENS)

OK, Ricky?

OK.

Nigh-night, then.

See you in the morning.

UPBEAT MUSIC

FLOORBOARDS CREAK

LAZY ROCK MUSIC

(MOANS)

(GRUNTS)

(PANTS HEAVILY)

Jeez, boy, it's a miracle we found you!

You made it all of 200m. (CHUCKLES)

I was just taking a break.

Hec's cooking breakfast.

Eggs, bacon, a few sossies

on the side... pancakes.

Come on, Have some breakfast,

then you can run away.

(GRUNTS)

Oh man. I got poop on my kicks.

(WHINES)

Go away, insect!

Good pancake.

So, what's your dog's name?

Zag.

You should get another

one and name it Zig.

Bella told me to tell you that...

you should give me something to do.

Is there anything

you want me to do?

Yeah... leave me alone.

Cool.

TINKLING MUSIC

MUSIC CONTINUES

Morning.

Morning. I thought

you were running away.

I did, but I forgot something,

so I came back.

Oh. Good for you, Ricky,

Good to see some initiative.

You ever been up in

that jungle before?

Oh, it's not a jungle; it's the bush. There's

about a million hectares of it, buddy.

(CHUCKLES) You said 'bush'.

I'm from up there,

deep in the mountains.

You ever go back much? Not for

a long time. It's a

hard journey, easy to get lost.

We got a lake up there

called Makutekahu.

It's so high up it wets

the cloak of the sky.

It's the first place our spirits

go on their way to Reinga.

Yeah, when my time comes,

that's where I'll go too.

Man, you guys got a lot

of dead stuff round here.

Mm. Saw a dead sheep the other day.

Had maggots in it.

There's heaps of maggots,

maggots wriggling in that sheep

like moving rice. Yuck.

That was my haiku about maggots.

It's called 'Maggots'.

This counsellor lady made me

do them when I got in trouble.

They help me express

my feelings.

They're poems made up of...

Yeah. I know what a haiku is.

I got heaps of them...

want to hear another one?

Sure.

OK. (CLEARS THROAT)

'Kingi, you wanker.

'You arsehole.

I hate you heaps.

'Please die soon in pain.'

That was called

'Kingi, you Wanker'.

Yeah, yeah. OK. Got ya, Got ya.

That's enough haikus for today.

Come on. Sit down.

Come and give me a hand.

Well, it's like this,

and then you put it in this bag.

Easy.

Here you go. You have a go.

THUD!

Do you want to

try something else?

Yes, please.

I'm imagining I'm a Maori warrior, and that

bottle over there is a British soldier,

and I'm defending all my wives.

All right, Te Kooti.

Well, you just keep the target above

the little notch in the sight.

And then when you're ready,

you just breathe...

GUNSHOT, BOTTLE SHATTERS

Bloody hell!

So, what are we hunting?

Oh, anything,

Deer, if we're lucky.

Can we shoot one of

those horses up there?

Oh, I'll give... I'll give you one

guess what my answer will be.

(SIGHS) Well, can I ride one?

Nobody can ride them;

they're too wild.

Why do they need

to be ridden, anyway?

Well, that's what

they're there for.

Why can't they just eat grass and

be horses and leave it at that, eh?

OK, OK. I was just

making conversation.

ZAG BARKS Shh.

DRAMATIC ACTION MUSIC

Pig! Come on!

What?

ZAG CONTINUES BARKING

DRAMATIC MUSIC CONTINUES

PIG SNORTS, ZAG BARKS

SNORTING, BARKING CONTINUES

PIG SQUEALS

PIG SCREECHES

BLOOD SPLASHES

(GASPS)

(EXHALES)

Whoo-hoo-hoo-hoo!

That's dinner sorted!

Whoa! Want to help me gut it?

CLATTER!

LIVELY MUSIC

THUD!

LIVELY MUSIC PLAYS ON KEYBOARD

♪ Ricky Baker, now

you are 13 years old.

♪ You are a teenager,

and you're as good as gold.

♪ Ricky Baker...

(PLAYS DIFFERENT CHORD)

♪ Ricky Baker, happy birthday.

♪ Once rejected, now accepted

♪ by me and Hector.

♪ We're a trifecta.

(PLAYS QUICKLY) ♪ Ricky Baker,

ah, Ricky Baker,

RICKY JOINS IN:

♪ ah, Ricky Baker,

♪ ah, ah, Ricky Baker, ah ah,

♪ Ricky Baker, ah, ah,

Ricky Baker, ah, ah,

♪ Ricky... Baker... ♪

(PLAYS FINAL NOTE)

Hip hip!

Hooray!

Go on, blow out your candles.

OK.

(COUGHS)

Hector, do you think it's time

we gave Ricky his present?

(WHINES)

Thank you, Auntie!

Thank you, Uncle!

Feed him, clean up after him.

He's yours... you're responsible.

This is the best

birthday I've ever had.

I think it's the only

birthday I've ever had.

(WHINES)

What are you gonna call him?

Um, still thinking, Something fierce to

reflect its true nature.

Either Psycho, Megatron...

or Tupac.

What's a Tupac?

It's just my... this really cool rapper,

and he's, like, my best friend.

Are you gonna run away tonight?

Not sure.

No, oh, it's cool with me.

Just make sure you're

back by breakfast.

OK.

So happy we found you, buddy.

Sorry it took so long.

Me too.

(CHUCKLES)

Nigh-night, Ricky.

Night, Auntie.

MELLOW MUSIC

MUSIC DROWNS OUT SPEECH

MUSIC CONTINUES

Where are you going, Tupac?

Come on.

(PANTS) Man!

HEC: Ohhh!

BROKENLY: Oh. Bella!

(MOANS, CRIES)

(WAILS)

GOD! (CRIES)

(CRYING CONTINUES)

You know, sometimes in life,

it seems like

there's no way out...

like a sheep trapped in

a maze designed by wolves.

And you know that if

you're ever in that situation,

there are always

two doors to choose from.

And through the first door...

oh, it's easy to get through that door

and on the other side waiting

for you are all the nummiest

treats you can imagine.

Fanta, Doritos, L&P,

Burger Rings, Coke Zero.

But you know what?

There's also another door,

not the Burger Ring door,

not the Fanta door;

another door that's

harder to get through.

Guess what's on the other side?

Anyone want to take a guess?

Vegetables?

N-No, not vegeta...

No.

You would think Jesus. I thought Jesus the

first time I-I-I-I came across that door.

It's not Jesus.

It's another door.

And guess what's on the

other side of that door?

WOMAN: Jesus.

Jesus. Yeah, Jesus.

He's tricky like that, Jesus.

So let us pray,

to Jesus, please, and make it a bit easier

to get through those doors, uh, to find you

and your bounty of

delicious confectionary.

Thank you, Selena.

Take it away.

(PLAYS 'THE OLD RUGGED CROSS')

'THE OLD RUGGED CROSS'

CONTINUES

(BREATHES RAGGEDLY)

STONE SCRAPES

DOOR CREAKS OPEN

Dinner. It's a bit burnt.

Here.

Read this.

Out loud.

READS: 'From the

Child Welfare people.

'Mr. Hector Faulkner, 'This is Paula

Hall from Child Welfare writing to you.

'I'm sorry to hear about

your recent bereavement.

'However, in light of

the altered circumstances,

'the current situation regarding

Ricky's care will have to be reviewed.

'As of June the 1st, I will be taking

him back into state custody

'until alternative arrangements

can be made.

'Rest assured I am working tireless

to find a new home for Ricky.

'And you can expect a visit next

week for Ricky's collection.

'Sincerely, Paula Hall,

Ministry of Child Welfare.'

Like hell! They can't do that!

Yeah, they can.

But I live here now.

It's my home!

Not any more, it isn't. Not in their eyes.

Not without a woman to run the show.

THUD!

Why don't we just get you a new wife?

There's plenty of ladies on the internet, I heard.

Too soon?

What if we just keep living here,

and if they try to take the farm,

we'll just have a

shootout, like Scarface.

Except we don't

have any cocaine.

You can't change this, Ricky.

You're gonna go back,

and you're gonna stick it out

in a new home. OK?

There's no way that's happening.

Well, I'm gonna go bush. I'm

gonna...

...disappear for a while.

Disappear?

Yeah, that sounds more like me.

Come on! We'll be a team!

Oh, for God's sake, You wouldn't

last five minutes out there.

But Auntie Bella said

you had to look after me!

Can you just give

me some privacy?

DOOR SLAMS

CLOCK TICKS

I heard they do experiments

at the Boys' Home...

waterboarding, torture,

that sort of thing.

This one boy got thrown acid on his face

because he asked for more Weet-Bix.

Hey, you can't put

Auntie in a box.

Give it a rest. But she wanted to go

to the sky place.

She's gone, OK? That's life...

one day you're here, and the

next you're in a bloody box.

Just get this into

your head, boy...

it was Bella that wanted

you here, not me.

I know you think this

can work, but it can't.

So the welfare people are coming on Friday.

They're coming to get you.

That's that, then?

Yep... that's that.

DOOR SLAMS

That's that.

FLOORBOARDS CREAK

MELLOW MUSIC

Goodbye, Ricky Baker.

FLAMES WHOOSH

Uh-oh.

Come on, Tupac! Come on, Tupac!

♪ 'OCEAN BLUE' ♪

♪ Out alone in the middle

of the ocean blue.

Whoa!

♪ Leave the world behind

I guess I never really knew.

TUPAC WHINES

♪ So many people,

so many worlds.

♪ Don't you worry about me.

♪ Don't you worry about...

Five down, 10 to go. Come on,

Ricky. Stick on the rations.

FIRE FIZZES

(GROANS)

♪ I belong in the middle

of the ocean blue.

♪ I'm getting nowhere, but that

shouldn't really bother you.

(SPITS) Stuff this,

Tupac. We're going home.

♪ Don't you worry about me. ♪

(WHINES SOFTLY)

Are you lost?

(GASPS) Oh!

No.

Yeah, you are.

Told you you wouldn't last more

than five minutes out here.

DOGS BARK

You got yourself very lost.

I'm amazed how lost you are.

I move fast. I've got my

own thing going on here...

Ricky Town.

Population... Ricky.

Yeah, well. You're going

back to Reality Town.

Like hell. I live here now.

Like hell.

I've got better things to do than to run around

the bush looking for little shits like you.

So get up.

I hate you.

Well, I hate you too.

I hope you die.

Me too!

You may as well just kill me now.

Don't kill me.

Anyway, I'm excited

to go back to the city.

Good.

Can't wait.

I hate it here...

so much dirt.

It's going to be cool.

Get me some new gears, become a drug

dealer, a rapper, and die in a drive-by.

Just keep an eye on

where you're going.

JAUNTY MUSIC

This is wet.

I'm hungry.

Where are we?

Shut it.

I hate the bush.

Shut it.

My shoes are wet.

You're the useless bugger who got lost

in the first place. You remember that.

You don't even have a map.

Where's our map?

Don't need one.

I know where I am.

(SCOFFS) Probably couldn't

even read it anyway.

Why would I need to read a map?

I already told you... I know where I am.

Reading is stupid anyway.

Only people who can't read

say things like that.

What?

(GASPS) No. You can't read?!

Watch it now!

You're like one of those people who are, like,

raised by, like, wolves or something, eh?

Ooga booga! Me Hec...

me no read!

KNUCKLES CRACK

What's this? This is words.

Me stupid.

You little...!

(GROANS, GRUNTS)

(GROANS, SCREAMS)

- Ah, my foot.

- You OK?

No. I'm not OK.

This is all your fault, you little bastard!

(GROANS)

Come on, let's get

you comfortable.

(GRUNTS IN PAIN)

(SCREAMS)

SCREAM ECHOES, BIRDS CAW

(GROANS)

I don't really think

you're a bastard.

Yeah, you do. That's OK, because

I think you're a bastard too.

Anyway, it's good. It's... healthy

to get these feelings out.

Can you move it yet?'

Course I can't. It's fractured.

Take weeks to heal.

OK, Debbie Downer, can we think

of something more positive?

Maybe you could... write a

haiku to express your feelings.

A what?

Lost in the forest.

A sore ankle, poor uncle.

Oh well, never mind.

Oh God, we really need

to get out of here.

Do you want me to go find help?

I'd die, wouldn't I?

No, we've got no choice but to

camp out here for a few weeks.

But I'm hungry!

There's plenty to eat

if you know where to look.

Well, I don't know where

to look Hector.

And also, I ran out of toilet paper,

Give me some of yours.

Eh?

I've gotta poop. I need a poop,

you need a poop. We all poop.

Use a leaf.

A leaf?

(GROANS) I hate you.

And bury it!

I'll bury you.

(SNIFFS)

This ain't no

charred foster kid.

How can you tell, Paula?

Does this look like a

human head to you, Andy?

METAL CLINKS

Where are you, Ricky Baker?

Hey, I reckon the old man chopped him up,

buried him somewhere...

LOUD CLATTER

Or ate him.

Something definitely happened,

but I'm wondering what.

OK, I'm gonna need you to shutup, Andy,

because you're doing my frickin' head in.

Come on, let's go.

This ain't over by

a Mangaweka mile.

Get me the police,

It's an emergency.

Hey, whoa, Paula.

I am the police.

I mean real ones, Andy.

Ones with guns.

♫ DAVE DOBBYN'S

'MAGIC (WHAT SHE DO)' ♫

♪ Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh. Yeah.

(GRUNTS RHYTHMICALLY,

HUMS TUNE)

(CONTINUES GRUNTING

TO THE BEAT)

Hey, Uncle, wanna

listen to my Walkman?

No.

(PANTS)

Where are you going?

Hunting.

Like hell.

You can thank me later.

Tupac!

TUPAC BARKS Yeah, yeah.

♫ ACTION MUSIC

MUSIC CONTINUES

GUNSHOT

LEAVES RUSTLE, BIRD TWITTERS

Did you get any food?

What the hell is that?

Salad.

What? I'd like to see

you do any better.

Never eaten a slug before.

Where did you get it?

It's an eel,

Got it down the creek.

Yeah, but how? With what?

Oh, I don't know. The knack.

Oh yeah, the knack.

What's that? How do you get it?

It's not a thing. It's just...

You just get it. It's a...

Oh, it's a way of, um...

it's a way of figuring things out

without having to think too hard or...

or talk, more importantly.

You know, most people who die in

the bush... they're found naked.

Ew.

Yeah, they panic, and they think their

clothes are slowing them down.

They throw them away, and

then the cold gets to them.

But the trick is...

this is the knack...

you stay calm, you look for water,

you follow it to high ground

until you can see

what's going on.

What would you do if I got

lost today? Would you miss me?

Well, you... you didn't get lost,

so... that's good.

Do you miss Auntie Bella?

Shh.

Yeah, you're still processing.

You got to do that when sad

things happen... process it.

That's like when my mate Amber died.

I processed that for ages.

Who's Amber?

We were in a home

together for a while,

and she went to this new family and

then started getting in trouble,

telling stories about the dad.

And then one day

she was just dead.

What do you mean dead?

How?

Don't know.

No one told me.

This slug is actually

pretty good.

♫ PEACEFUL MUSIC

(GRUNTS)

Come on, it's time

to get out of here.

MUSIC CONTINUES

Yes! Yes! Yes, yes,

yes, yes, yes! Yes!

OK, We'll stay here the night, and we'll

be back at the farm by tomorrow arvo.

Yes!

There's beds, (GASPS) books!

Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes!

Toilet paper!

- A nice, warm fire. DOGS BARK

- Get out, you mongrels.

Come on. Come on, Give me some bars so

I can communicate with the outside world.

Ricky...

take a look at this.

Oh, Uncle. We're famous!

READS: 'Hector Faulkner,

65, and Richard Baker, 13,

'have been missing

now for six weeks.

'Faulkner is Cauc...

'Cauc... Asian.'

Wow, they got that wrong,

because you're obviously white.

'There is a fear for Faulkner's mental health

following the recent death of his wife.

'Police are not ruling

out kidnapping.' Kidnapping!

'Park rangers have been alerted

for anyone seeing the pair

'should report back to the

nearest police station.' Ho!

Uncle, you're basically a criminal now.

But on the bright side, you're famous.

They think I'm crazy.

And Asian.

HERD STAMPEDES

Hey, you know when the Wildebeests migrate,

they walk up to a thousand miles.

Is that heaps?

Yeah. Heaps.

Just like us.

Walking, walking,

trying to get somewhere.

Looking for a better home.

Gidday.

Jeez, eh. Whoo.

Got a lot of explaining to do.

A lot of people

looking for you two.

Yeah, we know.

I did my ankle back in one of the valleys.

And, uh, we're on the way out now.

Well...

wait till they hear

we caught you in a hut.

LAUGHTER

Well, we weren't hiding,

The boy got himself lost,

and, uh, I'm bringing him back.

Whoa. Cool gun, bro.

What do you guys shoot with this?

Sparrows?

LAUGHTER

QUIETLY: Mm, sometimes.

He hurt you, son?

Nah. I fell in some

prickles one time.

Did he push you

in those prickles?

Yeah, probably. Did he push

you in the prickles, mate?

Leave him alone.

You shut your trap, old fulla.

I'd go get some rest if I was you.

You've got a long walk tomorrow.

First of all, you

watch how you talk to me.

And second of all,

you can take him,

but I'm staying here.

Like hell. People want answers.

Yeah, answers.

Look, we got lost; I got injured.

He's fine. It was basically a holiday.

Not a real holiday,

because he made me do stuff.

Like what?

Just stuff. He had a sore leg,

so he made me do things for him.

It was hard at first, because my hands

are so soft. But I got used to it.

I didn't really want to do it,

but it was the only way to survive.

Well, it wasn't always hard.

Sometimes I got to do my own thing.

He pretty much never

joined in with me, though.

I asked if he wanted

to play with me, but...

he would just make

me play with myself.

(EXHALES)

I feel sick. I feel sick, Hugh.

Well... Hang on. He doesn't

know what he means.

You're a bloody pervert.

What did you call me?

You heard him, Yeah, you

heard him, you old perv.

Hey! He's not a pervert,

you dickhead!

Shut up Ricky.

Yeah, shut up, Ricky.

Hey, only I get to

tell him to shut up.

Oooh. Brainwasher.

You're going to jail,

you pervert.

Want to say that again?

Say it again.

Going to jail...

HESITANTLY: you pervert.

(YELLS)

ALL YELL

ALL YELL TOGETHER

Get off, you mongrel!

GUNSHOT

Shit just got real!

Back up, homies, and

let go of my uncle!

It's OK, kid. You can put it down.

He won't hurt you anymore.

GUNSHOT

I said get away from my uncle.

Ricky, give me that.

Get down!

Ricky, get their guns, Take the bolts out,

We're getting out of here.

PERCUSSIVE MUSIC

Yeah. Shit just got real.

Hey!

You're dead, old man.

Yeah, dead meat, you old perv!

GUN FIRES, MEN WHIMPER

You've had it, mate!

There's no chance for you!

Get up.

(PANTS)

Straight up that was the most

gangster shit I've ever done.

You idiot. And what were you talking about

back there? Do you know what that sounds like?

No!

Ohhh!

They're gonna put

me away for sure.

Bastards. Yeah, bastards.

Hear what that guy called me?

Pervert!

We need more guns...

Oh God. What am I gonna do?

Hand grenades...

maybe a rocket launcher.

They're gonna come for us.

Yeah, Police.

Awesome.

No, it's not awesome,

Ricky, it's serious.

Yeah, but no one got hurt.

You're not dangerous.

I've been to prison.

Gangster! For what?

Manslaughter.

Double gangster!

You need a teardrop tattoo.

Oh, I was young.

It was a drunken fight.

Did my time, but...

they won't see it like that.

I'll just tell them you

were looking after me.

It doesn't matter what you tell them;

they won't believe you.

They'll think I made you do it.

I'm not going back to jail.

I'm better off up here.

This is no place for a kid.

You're going to have to go back, Ricky.

To what?

- Well, to the welfare people.

- No.

- They'll look after you.

- No, they won't.

They'll find you another home,

You'll be fine.

No. You're not listening!

Nobody listens. There's no

more homes, just juvie!

What's juvie?

Juvenile prison.

They don't care

about kids like me.

They just keep moving

us around until...

something happens,

like... Amber.

Oh, no. Bugger that.

OK, OK. We're in about a million

hectares of bush... that's big.

It's big enough to hide in

for a while, anyway.

Good enough for me.

But we're heading into winter.

It's gonna be rough... no huts,

no tents, real bush life.

Can you handle that?

I can handle it.

Yeah. And if you

play up, I dump ya.

OK, Uncle.

I'd still prefer if

you don't call me Uncle.

OK, Hec. So what do we do now?

We run.

FAST-PACED PERCUSSIVE MUSIC

Wait, wait, wait.

(GROANS)

No, no.

No, we don't need to run.

(PANTS) Oh yeah.

Let's just fast walk.

Yeah. Come on.

(PANTS)

♫ NINA SIMONE'S 'SINNER MAN'

♪ Oh, sinner man,

where you gonna run to?

HELICOPTER WHIRRS

♪ Where you gonna run to?

♪ All on that day.

♪ Well, I run to the rock.

♪ Please hide me, Lord.

♪ But the rock cried out,

'I can't hide you.'

♪ 'The rock cried out,

'I can't hide you.'

♪ The rock cried out, 'I

ain't gonna hide you, guy.'

♪ All on that day.

♪ I said, 'Rock! What's

the matter with you, rock?

♪ 'Don't you see

I need you, rock?'

♪ Lord, Lord, Lord.

Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes!

♪ Oughta be prayin',

sinner man.

♪ Oughta be prayin'.

GUNSHOTS RING OUT

♪ All on that day.

♪ I cried, 'Power!

♪ Power.

♪ Power!

♪ Power, power.

♪ Power!

♪ Power, power.

♪ Power!

♪ Power, power.

♪ Power!

♪ Power, power.

♪ Power!

♪ Power, power. ♪

WIND BLOWS SOFTLY

Pretty majestical, eh?

I don't think that's a word.

Majestical? Sure it is.

Nah, it's not real.

What would you know?

It's 'majestic.'

Well, that doesn't

sound very special.

'Majestical' is way better.

What do you reckon this

place is called, anyway?

Do you think it's that place where the

cloak gets wet by the sky or something?

I don't know. What the

hell does that mean?

Auntie Bella said she

was from up here...

from this special lake

that almost touches the sky.

Mate, Bella didn't

know where she was from.

Nah, she said...

No. She was making it up.

Look... Bella didn't have any

family. Like you. Like me.

That's why she wanted to look after you...

and took pity on me.

She wanted to save us poor wretches

when no one else wanted us.

Like rescue dogs.

That's the way she was.

Heart of gold.

Yeah, it's majestical.

May as well camp, eh?

Sun is going down.

MELANCHOLY MUSIC

'ONE NEWS' THEME MUSIC

Developing story now,

more on this massive national manhunt.

Yes, we've got Paula Hall from

the Department of Child Welfare with us.

Paula, thank you

for being here...

Tell us about this boy. What kind

of character are we talking about?

Well, look, we're...

We're talking about a young boy

who is capable of stealing,

spitting, breaking stuff,

kicking stuff, defacing stuff,

stealing stuff, burning stuff and, uh,

loitering and graffiti-ing. Yeah.

Mm. Even so, Paula, he's just a kid, right?

He's alone in the bush. He's scared.

Scared? No, no. He's not...

He's not a scared little kid.

He's a spanner in the works, and I'm the

mechanic who is gonna take that spanner

and put him back in the toolbox..,

OK...

Where here he belongs,

No child left behind. No child left behind.

No child left behind.

He'll know what that means.

OK.

TRANQUIL MUSIC

BIRD CHIRPS CONTINUOUSLY

Any luck?

We're somewhere

in this green bit.

Well, people used to live here,

so we can't be that lost.

They probably got lost too,

and then just gave up.

We'll probably die here.

Well, anything to shut you up.

I'll shut up if that

stupid bird shuts up.

Shut up, stupid bird!

BIRD CONTINUES CHIRPING

Shh.

Just watch.

Huh. Never seen a dumb

bird like that before.

(CHIRPS)

Just watch.

It's a huia.

I reckon that bird was a huia.

Supposed to be extinct.

That's pretty rare.

Mate... I reckon there'd be a lot of people

interested in seeing something like that.

And the people who discovered

them would be... pretty famous.

Yeah, probably some

money in it too.

Mind you, need some

photos to prove it.

We don't have a camera.

When was the last

time you washed?

About a month ago.

Well, that's not enough, eh?

TRANQUIL, MYSTERIOUS MUSIC

CLANG!

GRASS RUSTLES

OK, mate. Let's go.

(GRUNTS)

What have you got there mate?

Huh? Oh books.

Books? Bloody books.

Look for food and warm stuff.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Keep your pants on.

(SCREAMS)

Jeez. That's a ranger.

Oh, he's dead.

(GASPS LOUDLY)

(SCREAMS)

Oh Jeez.

You all right, mate?

What's the matter?

Ricky, we've got

to do something.

Are you going to manslaughter him?

Because I don't think I can watch.

No, you idiot, I'm...

We've got to get him some help.

There's a track down to a river; there's

some bush people that live down there.

It's about a two-hour trek.

We can make it before dark.

Well, someone has got to stay

behind and look after this bloke.

Have fun.

Now don't go wandering

just stick to the tracks.

If you get desperate,.,,

eat your dog.

What?

You'll be right, mate.

Just bloody well come back, OK?

OK.

TUPAC BARKS, RICKY GRUNTS

MYSTERIOUS MUSIC

HORSE SNORTS, RICKY YELPS

ETHEREAL MUSIC

What do you think you're

doing out here, freaky kid?

There's a sick man

up at Carrington Hut

He can't walk, and he's having trouble

breathing. Can you radio in a chopper?

OK. Sweet as.

(IMITATES STATIC) 'Uh, yeah, we need a helicopter

up here ASAP. Over.' (IMITATES STATIC)

Does it look like

I carry a radio?

What's wrong with him?

I don't know.

He might be dying.

Ew. Oh, OK. Come on,

we'll go call the cop.

Get on, man.

TRANQUIL MUSIC

I've already told you, Bruce up at Carrington

Hut. He's probably already dead by now.

Do you want some ice cream?

How should I know? Do your job,

fly up there and take a look.

I already told you that,

but you're not listening.

Oh, yes, I do. I can. Uh...

You want a sausage? Yeah, yeah. Do that.

Yeah, I'll tell him. Laters.

They're gonna head up there

first thing in the morning.

Better go, then, Got to get there before

they do so I can warn Uncle...

Relax, bro. I know who you are,

I've seen your picture in the paper.

Except you're skinnier

in real life.

Where's your parents?

Dead.

Nah, jokes. My, um, dad, he's

watching the league with my uncle,

and my mum, she's working at the lodge.

Do you want to smoke a joint?

Nah, I'm just being a dick. I don't smoke.

I'm talking heaps eh?

Yeah, people say I talk too much. You

don't talk much, eh? I can talk for ages.

If you want me to talk for ages,

or if you don't me to talk,

just tell me if you

don't want me to talk.

Like, this one time I was school,

and I was talking too much,

and the teacher walks in...

CADBURY FLAKE ADVERTISEMENT

DROWNS OUT SPEECH

I'm not listening to her,

because she's my Auntie...

CADBURY FLAKE

ADVERTISEMENT MUSIC

♪ Only the crumbliest, flakiest

chocolate. Tastes like...

But then I just kept talking...

DOOR OPENS

Hey, bub, Far out those bloody

Warriors are useless! Koretux.

WHISPERS: That's my dad.

They are killing me.

Hey.

You're him. You're you!

That's him!

Oh, Ricky Baker in my house.

You want, uh, anything?

Sausage, bro? We've got heaps

of sausages, brother. Far...

I hate to ask you this, Ricky,

but I'll kick myself if I don't.

Um...

Can I have a selfie, please?

Yeah? Yeah?

Far! oh my goodness.

The boys are gonna be

buzzing on this one.

Big smile. Big smile.

CLICK!

Sad face. Sad face.

CLICK!

(GRUNTS)

CLICK!

Just take a quick selfie of us.

It's not a selfie if

I take it, you idiot.

Oh, come on. Just pretend

I'm the head to his body. CLICK!

I captured Ricky Baker!

CLICK!

Yeah, you captured me too,

You captured me.

Oh no!

CLICK! CLICK!

Yeah. Chur, my bro. Chur.

Thank you, my bro.

Been awesome meeting you, Ricky,

Just keep doing what you're doing, man.

Keep striving. Stay Maori, bro.

We need a couple more Maoris like you.

Oh, shut up. No, you shut up, eh.

Yeah, get out.

I'm imparting my knowledge on

the bro. You're the man for me.

You're a boy, but you're a man.

Bro. I love you,

Ricky. (CHUCKLES)

DOOR CLOSES

(STRUMS GUITAR)

Why are you on the run?

Don't you want a normal life?

Don't know. Maybe.

You fullas could come live here.

They'll never find you.

Nobody ever comes in here.

I have to ask Uncle first.

They say he's dangerous.

You guys get along?

Yeah, we're like best friends.

We get on so well.

He's, like, one of the best

bushmans in the whole country.

He, like, teached me

all of his skills,

so now we're, like,

equal best bushmen in the country.

Yeah, we're best friends.

Oh, where's your mum and dad?

Don't know who my dad was, and my mum

got rid of me when I was little.

Oh, you know where she is?

You ever met her?

You know anything about her?

Oh, pretty. She must've had

you when she was a teenager.

You ever try and find her?

Oh, you don't have to.

She should find you.

What do you reckon you'd say

to her if you ever met her?

Don't know. Never

really think about it.

You want to hear a song I wrote?

OK, Here goes,

It's an original.

♪ Turn your lights down low.

OK, I lied. It's

not an original.

♪ And pull your window curtains.

♪ Your window curtains.

GIRL AND DAD SING ♪ Oh, let

Jah moon come shining in.

♪ Into our life again...

♪ Saying, 'Ooh, it's been

a long, long time...' ♪

MAN CHOMPS

(SIGHS)

Morena, bro. Sausage?

Yeah bro, you slept in.

Oh no!

TENSE MUSIC

(GRUNTS)

Man, we gotta work

on your dismounts.

You all good from here?

Yeah.

OK, Ricky bro, catch you up.

Catch you up.

(CLICKS TEETH)

FAINT CADBURY FLAKE

ADVERTISEMENT MUSIC

Uncle!

Tupac, come on!

(BARKS)

HELICOPTER WHIRRS

(GASPS) Oh no!

Ninjas!

(GASPS) Dire wolves!

(GASPS) Child Welfare!

Where did they go?

Where did they go?!

I know you know something.

Paula, he's the ranger. He had

diabetes. They saved his life.

Oh, spare me, Andy.

This is Gavin, our tech guy.

Gav, Paula Hall, Child Welfare

Services. No child left behind.

So, talk to me, Gav,

What's the situation?

Uh, well, the hut is empty so they

must've left before we got here.

Ooh, you worked that

out on your own, Gav?

OK, what else?

Well, uh, we've, ah, set up a rendezvous

spot here for the search party.

And, uh, then we can

bring in, uh, Stingray.

Stingray? Talk to me,

talk to me.

Oh, well basically it's just a portable cell

phone tower that emits a false frequency.

So any cell phone in a 5 K radius will latch

on, thinking it's an ordinary network.

Frickin' A, brother.

That's some 'five eyes' shit right there.

OK, Them clowns is

about to get Stingray-ed.

Uncle, Uncle, Uncle.

Think, think, think, think.

Oh! Tupac, find Zag.

(WHINES)

Oh, you're useless.

Oh! Think, Ricky, think.

What would Uncle

do? What would Uncle do?

Oh yes. Yes! Find water,

and then go to higher ground.

And don't get naked.

♫ TENSE MUSIC

♫ ROCK MUSIC

Ricky Baker and

Hector Faulkner...

two renegade outlaws on

the run for four months now,

and fast becoming

legends here in NZ.

Faulkner and Baker's

popularity is on the rise

after a valiant effort to save

a critically ill park ranger.

The forces are circling against them,

and I am reminded of 'First Blood'.

John Rambo, a man alone...

obviously they're two men alone...

out there somewhere beyond the cutty

grass in this dense, thick bush.

OK? Easy, efficient,

economic. All right, guys?

Take us back a step.

What happened in...?

Uh, I lost control and, uh,

I gave him the beating of his life.

Yeah, you got him good.

We're offering $10,000 to anyone who

can capture them, dead or alive.

Oh... alive.

They should be alive.

GUNSHOT

They are fighting for freedom.

And we believe in freedom in NZ.

It is a marvellous thing.

TUPAC BARKS

Oi! Ricky! Freeze!

OK, OK. OK, Ricky.

Stay there we're coming over to you.

Come on.

It's too steep. It's too steep.

Ricky, you come across here.

No.

Just slide down the bank, cross this

stream, and then climb up to us.

- C'mon Ricky.

- You're absolutely safe.

All you have to do is grab some

branches or some roots. OK?

No!

Ricky. Come over here right now!

I'm not going back,

I'm not going to juvie.

You are playing with a

bag of snakes, boy.

A big bag with a lot

of holes in it.

You've got the whole

country looking for you.

I'll never stop running.

Yeah, and I'll never stop chasing you.

I'm relentless. I'm like the Terminator.

I'm more like

Terminator than you.

I said it first. You're

more like Sarah Connor.

No I'm not!

Yes. And in the first movie too,

before she could do chin-ups.

It doesn't have to be

this difficult, Ricky. Yeah?

You're cold, you're damp...

and hungry.

Look at that... scroggin.

Got some nuts and dried fruit...

Little pieces of chocolate.

Yum. Delicious.

We could cut a deal;

make a trade.

What kind of deal?

The old man.

You say that he made you do it,

let him take the rap,

and I'll make sure you

never go back to juvie.

We'll find you a new

foster home; a new Bella.

- No deal.

- Oh, come on, Sarah Connor.

Don't be a fool.

You don't trade

family for anything.

Well, you just keep running.

He's here! He's here.

We got him!

Go! Go! Go!

LEAVES RUSTLE, BOTH YELL

♫ DRAMATIC MUSIC

PIERCING WHISTLE

OK, So you ate a sausage, she sang

a song, and you went to sleep.

What? It was a relaxing song..,

and a relaxing sausage.

DOG BARKS

Do you think we've walked a thousand

miles yet? Like the wildebeest?

Well, it feels like it, eh?

Yeah. Always on the move,

(GRUNTS) always on the lookout for hunters,

just like the wildebeest,

except (PANTS) humans.

We're... Wilderpeople.

Yeah, that's us.

OK then, Wilderboy, let's

find somewhere to eat, shall we?

There they are!

Freeze!

Shit just got real. Again.

Now, drop your weapons.

- We're not holding any weapons,..

- Drop 'em!

Go see what they got, Ricky.

Baked beans,

spaghetti,

ba... baba... What?

Oh, baba ganoush.

What?

Baba ganoush.

What?

Binoculars,

rope, gaffer tape.

Get their guns, Ricky.

Give me your guns.

Take the bolts out.

There's a reward

for your capture.

How much?

10 grand.

Tell us when it gets to 20.

(GRUNTS)

And when they ask who did this,

tell them it was the Wilderpeople.

The What-er-people?

The Wilderpeople.

♫ SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC

No, I can't go back there. It wasn't my

farm; you know that. It was Bella's.

She ran the show. I could do stuff... me

and the dog... but she was the farmer.

And the cook.

Yeah, a bloody good cook too.

But you... you can't keep on the run forever.

You've got to go back to society, you know that.

I'm a menace to society,

Anyway, if I ever went back,

I'd probably end up driving

a steamroller or something.

That's what happens

to gangsters.

Well, there's nothing wrong with that,

but if you're better at something else,

then you should probably

give that a go, shouldn't you?

Yeah, but I'm better

at being a gangster.

You're not a bloody gangster.

How would you know?

Because I've known real gangsters, and

they're a lot tougher than you are.

Yeah, but were they

skux, though?

Skux? What the

hell does that mean?

You know... skux.

Yeah, but what does it mean?

Everything. It's cool, spunky, brainy,

good-looking, you know, gangster.

Oh, for God's sake.

You're not a bloody gangster!

GROWLING, DOGS BARK

Oh, jeez.

DOGS CONTINUE BARKING

Zag! Tupac!

Get back, Zag!

Get back!

Come back here, you...!

Get in behind!

Get in behind, Zag!

Zag!

BARKING CONTINUES

BOAR GROWLS

ZAG BARKS, BOAR

SNARLS FEROCIOUSLY

Get out of it, you mongrel!

BOAR SNARLS, ZAG WHIMPERS

Shit,

GUNSHOT

(CONTINUES SHOOTING)

BOAR GROWLS FEROCIOUSLY

GUNSHOT

(BARKS)

KNIFE SQUELCHES, BOAR SQUEALS

(YELLS)

(GRUNTS PAINFULLY)

Uncle!

(SNARLS, SCREECHES)

TUPAC BARKS

(PANTS)

LOW GROWL

DRAMATIC MUSIC

GUNSHOT

(SQUEALS)

(PANTS)

DRAMATIC MUSIC CONTINUES

HEC YELLS

(MOANS)

BOTH PANT

ZAG WHINES, WHIMPERS

(WHINES SOFTLY)

SOFTLY: What have you done?

SOMBRE MUSIC

Oh jeez.

Give us your gun, mate.

Hm?

Go on, get out.

No, Uncle.

Get out of...

Uncle! Get out of here,

Ricky.

Go on, get out.

But can't we just...?

Go!

GUNSHOT

SOMBRE MUSIC

STONES SCRAPE

What does that say?

Zag.

Good.

SOMBRE MUSIC CONTINUES

MUSIC CONTINUES

MUSIC CONTINUES

So, she's been with us

the whole time, eh?

Yeah.

Well, pretty close

to the sky up here.

Thanks for bringing her, mate.

♫ LEONARD COHEN'S 'THE PARTISAN'

♪ When they poured across the border,

I was cautioned to surrender.

♪ This I could not do.

♪ I took my gun and vanished.

♪ I have changed

my name so often,

♪ I've lost my wife

and children.

♪ But I've many friends.

♪ And some of them are with me.

♪ Oh, the wind,

the wind is blowing.

♪ Through the graves,

the wind is blowing.

♪ Freedom soon will come.

♪ Then we'll come

from the shadows.

♪ Un vieil homme

dans un grenier

♪ pour la nuit nous a chaches.

♪ Les Allemands l'ont pris.

♪ Il est mort sans surprise.

♪ Oh, the wind,

the wind is blowing.

♪ Through the graves,

the wind is blowing.

♪ Freedom soon will come.

♪ Then we'll come

from the shadows. ♪

TUPAC BARKS

WIND HOWLS SOFTLY

I wonder how long they're

going to hunt us for.

Oh, it's hard to say.

Those idiots are worse in

the bush than you are.

Useless. Couldn't find

a clown in a circus.

FAINTLY: Stop!

This is the police!

Oh shit!

DRAMATIC PERCUSSIVE MUSIC

LEAVES RUSTLE

(MOUTHS)

WHISPERS: What?

(MOUTHS)

I was trying to tell you it

was like The Lord of the Rings.

WIND WHISTLES

What the...?

Can you see

that bush over there?

Yeah.

Is it a man or a bush?

Bush!

Man! (LAUGHS)

Bushman! (LAUGHS MANIACALLY)

Ah!

Hello. I was hoping

to run into you two.

Well, if you're after the reward, you

can bugger off. We're dangerous.

Yeah, we're dangerous.

Yeah, no. I heard about that,

Don't worry. I'm not going to capture you.

You guys heard of

a... a local legend

about a guy who lives out

here in the bush on this own?

They call him Psycho Sam!

No.

No? Oh, OK.

Well, my name is Sam, anyway.

I'm a friend!

(CACKLES) Come on.

RADIO CRACKLES

LOUD CLICKING

Bikkie?

(BLOWS)

WHISPERS: Why do you reckon

he calls himself Psycho Sam?

Here you go. Put these on. Stop

the Government from tracking you.

Never mind

That fulla you saved... he was a ranger.

Diabetic.

You got a little support over that.

But then you robbed those hunters,

so you're back in the negatives again.

Well, that was... this fella.

He's the maniac.

Well, they're still saying you're

dangerous. And a bit of a pervert.

God damn it!

It's all right, You can stay here as long as

you like. I've been up here 15 years now.

Got everything I need.

How long they been chasing ya?

I don't know.

About five months now?

Bastards!

That's the typical government. Always trying to

step on the little guy just for living his life.

It never stops either.

That's why I can't go back.

Not going to be part

of the machine.

Form fillers.

Form fillers?

That's how they get you.

Anything you want to do in life,

you got to fill out a form.

And they've got forms

for everything.

You fill it out,

it goes upstairs,

and then they make you

fill out a new form,

just to confirm it was you

that filled out the first form.

And if ever you want to

stop filling out forms,

well, there's about five

different forms for that.

Don't even get me started

on the national rugby team.

They're not human.

LOUD SNORING

What you doing, mate?

Writing.

And what are you writing,

Mr. Shakespeare?

Haiku.

Well, go on, read it out,

I'll tell you if it's any good.

No, it's just a personal one.

Oh, come on. Don't be shy.

Mm, OK.

Trees, birds, rivers, sky.

Running with my Uncle Hec.

Living forever.

See? Told you it was dumb.

No, no.

It was just that (SIGHS)

Well, that's the...

That's the first time I've...

heard my name in a poem.

I liked it.

Gee, Bella would have loved

this adventure, wouldn't she?

Mm. Why couldn't you

guys have any kids?

Well, just couldn't.

Well, I couldn't.

(CLEARS THROAT)

That's not very fair. Some

people can't even have babies.

And the ones who can...

they don't even want them.

Like my mum.

No, mate. She wanted you.

She was...

she was probably just young. She couldn't

work out how to raise you, you know.

I bet she loved you, though.

Doubt it.

Well, you never know.

You're pretty likeable.

♫ RELAXED MUSIC

Lights out, OK?

Goodnight, Sam.

(CLAPS)

Oh, I haven't got

that fixed yet.

Goodnight, Uncle.

Goodnight, mate.

♫ 'SHCHEDRYK

(CAROL OF THE BELLS)'

'SHCHEDRYK' CONTINUES

Uncle!

Uncle! Uncle! Uncle! Uncle! Uncle! Uncle!

Uncle! Uncle! Uncle, we have to go!

Yeah. Even I can't stand

his cooking anymore.

We'll get out off first

thing in the morning, eh?

No! They're here.

Government! Government!

Sorry, excuse me.

Did they see you?

No, but they're close!

OK. Get our stuff!

Hey! Hey, what happened

to my phone?

I upgraded it for ya,

You're on four bars now.

You clown. What have you done?

Come out and give over

the boy, Mr. Faulkner.

Uncle! Uncle! They're close.

Sam, what's the fastest

way out of here?

- Jet pack!

- Do you actually have a jet pack?

No. What?

Wait! I've got an

underground bunker. (CACKLES)

This tunnel leads directly

to an underground chamb...

I haven't dug it yet. Oh!

What have I been

doing with my life?

That's it. We've run out of options.

Just pretend to be dead. I'll be here.

Come on, guys, It only

works if we all do it.

For Christ's sake, Sam,

pull yourself together.

We need to get out of here right now.

What are we gonna do?

- Crumpy!

- What?

Crumpy will take you!

Who the hell is Crumpy?!

Crumpy!

Jesus, does she even go?

Crumpy. Unkillable.

Four-wheel drive.

Both wheels go...

go four-wheel-drive.

Ricky, where are ya?

Oh, where did I put the keys?

ENGINE STARTS

(LAUGHS)

Unkillable!

Get in!

Ricky Baker, you are

not driving this ute.

Get in the car!

Oh shit.

Tupac!

TUPAC BARKS

OK, I'll hold up the government

and buy you some time.

Thanks, mate.

Don't do anything stupid.

(CHORTLES) Me?

How did you get

this thing started?

The knack.

ENGINE REVS, WHEELS SPIN

Crumpy!

UPBEAT MUSIC

Hey! Sorry, mate. She's a

bit bumpy around here.

Not too fast, Ricky. Slow down.

No! No!

(WHIMPERS)

Tree!

Get off!

Slow down!

That's my bike.

Shut up, they're mine.

WHEELS SKID

Whoa.

SIRENS WAIL

Uh-oh.

May as well play it to the end.

What do you reckon?

You mean have a shoot out, and then when we've

got no bullets, run out and say, 'Freedom!'

And then die in

a blaze of glory?

No. I actually meant

till we run out of petrol.

Oh. Well, I'm dying

in a blaze of glory.

ENGINE REVS No!

Oh.

♫ MONIKER'S 'MILESTONE 2

(SKUX LIFE)'

(WHINES)

MUSIC CONTINUES

HELICOPTER WHIRR, SIRENS WAIL

SIRENS CONTINUE WAILING

MUSIC CONTINUES

Whoa.

Faulkner! This is the Police.

Stop the vehicle and hand over the boy.

You're pretty much

surrounded. No escape.

Come on mate.

Mr. Faulkner... Mr. Faulk...

FEEDBACK SQUEALS

Pull the bloody vehicle

over, Faulkner.

Ricky Baker!

You pull that ute over right now or you're

going to be in a whole lot of trouble, son!

You don't even have

your full licence!

ENGINE REVS

Ricky!

Is that what I think it is?

Uncle Hec! Uncle Hec, that's the actual army.

This is like an actual war, like, for real!

FAST-PACED MUSIC

ENGINE REVS

SIRENS WAIL, CARS HONK

MUSIC TURNS SLOW-MOTION

MUSIC RESUMES PACE

Roger, Comms, we have visual.

Kilo, Foxtrot. We've

lost them in the bush.

OK. Stop the truck, Ricky. I just...

stop the truck. I want to get out now.

I didn't choose the skux life;

the skux life chose me.

Ricky, stop.

ENGINE REVS

Stop! (SCREAMS)

Freedom!

(SCREAMS)

CRASH!

STEAM HISSES

(GRUNTS)

(GRUNTS)

How many bullets do we have?

Ricky, we've got to stop.

Never! Come on! Mate, this is it for me.

Look... I can't go on anymore. My leg is

buggered. I can hardly see.

This is the end.

SIRENS WAIL

GENTLE MUSIC

Ricky Baker, you get out

here this instant, son.

You've caused a lot of damage

to private property today.

You've taken out this

corrugated iron fence.

Not cool, not cheap.

Ricky, this isn't a game.

That's real over there.

They're never gonna stop

chasing, ever. We're done.

I'm not going back!

Listen, it's over.

Traitor!

(FIRES GUN)

Give me your gun! Give me it!

Oi, you! Give me your gun.

It's been booked.

It's in Wellington.

Oh for God's sake!

It wasn't me!

You idiot, what did I tell

you about gun responsibility?

That's it. I'm giving you up.

SHOUTS: We give up!

We give up!

He's molestering me!

I knew it.

You little bastard!

He's a molesterer!

I'm not! He's lying!

I'm not a molesterer!

I bloody hate you.

I hate you too, traitor!

That's it. You're on your own.

Don't shoot!

TENSE MUSIC

Don't you take another step.

What do you think you're doing?

What do you think

he's doing, Andy?

Andy?

You're not going anywhere.

We stick together!

What, are you gonna shoot me?

WHISPERS: Do it.

We're family!

Like hell.

Go ahead. Shoot me.

QUIETLY: Got you now, perv.

(YELLS)

GUNSHOT

(FIRES GUN)

Oh!

You shot me!

I'm... I'm sorry, I'm sorry!

It was an accident!

(GRUNTS)

PAULA YELLS

I've got him! I've

got the package!

Well done, everybody!

Now let's get this precious

child out of here!

I'm sorry, Uncle. No!

I'm not your bloody uncle.

I didn't mean to!

Hector Faulkner, you are under arrest.

Whatever you do or say will be used

against you in a court of law!

Paula!

Police in NZ don't really say that.

That's like an American thing.

And you're not a cop.

It's over.

ENGINE STARTS

INDISTINCT POLICE RADIO CHATTER

Get in.

Oh!

POIGNANT MUSIC

MUSIC CONTINUES

Yeah, I found him on my horse,

and we had some sausages...

Uh, I'm a big fan and, uh,

managed to scab me a selfie.

I said that I was the Terminator and he was

in fact Sarah Connor.

I said, 'I didn't choose the skux life,

uh, the skux life chose me.'

Who is going to give him that

upbringing? Is it perhaps...?

PAULA: We just want what's best

for the child, Your Honour.

POIGNANT MUSIC CONTINUES

BUZZ! DOOR CLANGS OPEN

INTRIGUING MUSIC

MUSIC CONTINUES

MUSIC CONTINUES

READS SLOWLY:

'Mara... Mara-u-ding

'and plunder... ing the

'uni... univer... universe...

'rising... up...'

Ca-caw!

'...aga...'

Ca-caw!

Ca-caw, Hec!

(BARKS)

Hi.

How was jail?

Did you shank anyone?

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry that I shot you...

and I'm sorry that

I burnt down your shed.

That's enough.

And I'm sorry for what I said that day,

about you being a molesterer.

That really is enough;

I'm getting uncomfortable.

I just got carried away being

an outlaw; had too much fun.

Been doing all right?

Yeah, I just had to stick it out

in a new family for a year.

I did.

You'll like them.

Man, you'd love it there. There's heaps

of room, they need some help on the farm,

it's right next to the bush...

Oh, and I also saved

up and got this.

You want to find that bird?

Yeah. We'll be famous.

(SCOFFS) Nah, you're

better off without me, mate.

Yeah. But I...

I just thought that...

OK.

Sorry.

(SIGHS)

Hey. Wait on.

I've got something to say.

(CLEARS THROAT)

Me and this fat kid...

We ran, we ate, and read books.

And it was the best.

It was the best.

Yeah.

Look, to tell you the truth,

I can't stand it here.

It's full of old people.

So... you're coming?

Yeah. Yeah, I'm coming.

Wouldn't want a little twerp like you to

get all the credit for finding a bird.

Yeah, but I've got one rule...

you got to let

me call you 'Uncle'.

Uncle?

Yeah, I can stand that.

I've got one rule too.

Not allowed to shoot me.

POIGNANT MUSIC

OK, I'll... I'll go

and get my toothbrush.

MUSIC CONTINUES

BIRDS CHIRP

Here we go. Reckon

you can handle it?

What do you think?

Reckon you can find that bird?

Yeah. I think

I know where it is.

Seem to remember it was a

pretty beautiful place, was it?

Yeah. Majestical.

Come on. Let's go.

Don't slow me down, old fulla.

Keep up yourself, young player.

Get in my way, I'll have

your guts for garters.

Well, I honestly don't know

what 'guts for garters' is, so...

Well, it's gangster talk.

Yeah. We didn't chose

the skux life...

the skux life chose us.

Yeah.

(LAUGHS)

♫ ALESSI BROTHERS' 'SEABIRD'

♪ There's a road

I know I must go.

♪ Even though I tell myself

that road is closed.

♪ Listen, lonely seabird, you've

been away from land too long.

♪ Oh, too long.

♪ I don't listen

to the news no more.

♪ Like an unwound clock,

I just seem to care.

♪ This world isn't big enough

♪ to keep me away from you.

♪ Oh, from you.

♪ Seabird, seabird,

♪ fly home.

♪ Seabird, seabird,

♪ fly home.

♪ Like a lonely seabird, you've

been away from land too long.

♪ Oh, too long.

♪ Suddenly, you're with me.

♪ I turn and you're not there.

♪ Like a ghost, you haunt me.

♪ You find warmth

in a one-night bed.

♪ Sunsets, full moons

♪ don't turn you on.

♪ Like an untied dog,

you just had to run.

♪ Like a lonely seabird, you've

been away from land too long.

♪ Oh, no, too long.

♪ Said now, seabird,

♪ Seabird, seabird,

♪ fly home.

♪ Seabird, seabird,

♪ fly home.

♪ Seabird, seabird,

♪ fly home.

♪ Seabird, seabird... ♪

MONIKER'S 'TRIFECTA'

♪ Ricky Baker, now

you are 13 years old,

♪ You're a teenager,

and you're as good as gold.

♪ Ricky Baker, happy birthday.

♪ Once rejected, now accepted

♪ by me and Hector.

♪ Trifecta!

♪ Ricky Baker, oh, Ricky Baker.

♪ Ah, ah, Ricky Baker,

oh, Ricky Baker.

♪ Ah, ah, Ricky...

♪ Baker... ♪

INSTRUMENTAL CONTINUES

Captions by Able

Subs fixed for commercial realse

By Production Triangle 2016