Original subtitles

Previously on Vegas...

You all good, Dad?

SPEAKS MAORI:

SPEAKS MAORI:

Mum!

- Fix your radiator. - I don't want your dirty money.

Mum!

I want that 10K advance I gave you, plus 10K for the fuckin' slander.

How am I gonna get 20,000...?

You got three days.

Waka. (SPEAKS MAORI)

Once this deal is done, it's a new day for Te Toki.

Big night for you, Tyrone.

I got this, boss. I'm all good.

I got this.

This is a fuckin' hold-up! Down on the ground!

Fuck. Just take it.

I'm standing up. Whatever you want, I'll give it to you.

(BANG!)

- Fuckin' bag! - Fuckin' shoot!

(TENSE MUSIC)

(TYRES SCREECH)

Fuck, he's getting away. Go!

I will fuckin' find you!

You are fucking dead!

(BIRDS TWITTER)

(RT CHATTER)

(UNEASY MUSIC)

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- Oi. - Yo.

Hey.

- Has he replied? - Nah, nothing, boss.

Well, text him again.

(SIGHS)

- The bitch who pranged our car. - It's her pub.

The irony.

Henry.

I ever tell you about Miss Josephs?

She was a... what do you call it?... student teacher.

- Don't think so, boss. - Hmm.

Come down from the north. She was at school a couple of weeks.

Used to go to Miss Joseph's motel every morning before class.

- We'd root in her shower. - Eh?!

- Faa! (LAUGHS) - Shut up, Arsenia.

- Sorry. - She made us read this play.

Heard of Macbeth, Henry? King of Scotland.

The story goes...

Macbeth, he smashes these two fuckin' armies,

Norway and Finland.

Or Belgium. Anyway,...

this chick asks me to read a part.

(SCOFFS) Me.

Mmm, and she used that shampoo. Miss Josephs.

Smelt like Granny Smith apples.

- (INHALES) - She have those mean-as titties?

(LAUGHS)

- WHISPERS: Fuck up. - What's that? What's your fuckin' problem?

Macbeth,...

he was a true merciless warrior hero.

Never took a backstep.

Well, how does it end, boss? Wh-What happened to the Macbeth fulla?

Miss Josephs moved back to the north.

I got expelled for selling weed to the Year 9 kids.

Never got to the end.

So, uh...

(INHALES DEEPLY)

(EXHALES SLOWLY)

I wanna know everything that happens in that pub.

- Everything. - On it, boss. Yup.

(MOUTHS)

('MURA O TE AHI')

'They'll be after us if we don't find that bag.'

'Big night for you, Tyrone.'

'It's not too late to give the job to someone who can handle it.'

'I've got this, boss.'

'Chuck. Fuckin' jackal.'

(BANG! DOG BARKS)

Well, that sure as fuck works.

(DOG BARKS)

Get on the streets. Talk to anyone you ever smoked a joint with.

Everyone you ever nicked a car for.

Someone somewhere knows about that bag.

Tyrone's out there, eh. Let's get him back in the gates of the pa,

find out what happened. Let's go.

(CAR DOOR OPENS)

I know you expected to do the job, step up the ranks.

It's my job to see when you're ready.

I didn't expect nothing, boss.

I do what I'm told.

You got an axe to grind, it's with me. Not Tyrone.

SPEAKS MAORI:

SPEAKS MAORI:

(ENGINE STARTS)

- Bro. Call Chuck, eh? - I'm not bowing my head.

Gotta keep those lines of communication open, eh?

The old man said... first sign of weakness, Chuck's gonna rip out our jugulars.

Well, it ain't weak to explain what happened.

Matia, long as I've been driving the limo, there's a way that things are done.

The one in the vest...

says what is what.

(UNEASY MUSIC)

- Heel. - (DOG WHIMPERS, PANTS)

(CAR DOOR SHUTS, ENGINE STARTS)

Interviews were interesting, to say the least.

Same night you have more than $100,000 bucks in your safe,

someone decides to do the first armed hold-up in Vegas in 10 years.

Everyone says you were cooperative, really willing to help the guy.

Gave him exactly what he wanted.

(CAR DOOR SHUTS, ENGINE STARTS)

(DOOR CREAKS OPEN, SLAMS)

(NEARBY TOILET FLUSHES)

Fuck. Here! Fuck.

Take it!

(CICADAS CHIRP, WIND HOWLS)

(UNEASY MUSIC)

(SIGHS)

(MESSAGE SENDS)

(EXHALES HEAVILY)

(BIRD CRIES IN DISTANCE)

(BROODING MUSIC)

- (DOOR CREAKS) - We're not open yet.

I said we're closed.

Toni Poulan?

I'm an investigator. I've been engaged by the Gambling Authority.

Mike Young.

Replacement CCTV hard-drive. Gonna need your old one.

The cops made copies of the footage.

I'm not the cops.

Look, um

I just wanna get my pub open.

It's not a polite request. The hard-drive is Gambling Authority property.

(SCOFFS) Mm-hm.

(UNEASY MUSIC)

(CAMERA CLICKS)

Oh!

Faa. He's a Chink.

He's a Chink!

Oh, shit.

(SCOFFS INCREDULOUSLY)

(BROODING MUSIC)

(CHUCKLES SOFTLY)

I'm thinking about the day you were born.

Didn't go well, Matia.

Your shoulder got stuck.

It was a disaster. And your father, he...

he spoke to you in that (SIGHS) that deep voice of his...

'Here, boy.

'Time to come now.' Grabbed hold of you and just pulled you out.

(CHUCKLES)

- (BLOWS) - SPEAKS MAORI:

Gives the mana to the wrong man.

But that was the clot in his head talking.

SPEAKS MAORI:

Ahh, keep your enemies close.

Kingi is not the enemy, Mum.

Jesus.

Kingi's been in the job five minutes. He's already proved he's not up for it.

I'm the navigator, Mum.

I steer the waka.

I'm not the captain, and I got no lust for that power.

Dad made the right decision.

Now we got the pahi heading the damn waka straight for the rocks.

(STONE SCRAPES SOFTLY)

Boy.

And you make sure when you carve it you say the right karakia, or I'll fuckin' know.

(TRAFFIC RUMBLES IN DISTANCE)

(SNORING)

(HORN HONKS IN DISTANCE)

(EXCLAIMS)

- (DOORS OPEN, SLAM) - Not much happening, boss.

Pigs came in and out. Few plainclothes D's watchin' the place.

- Oh, and there was this... - Oh boss. Boss. Look at this.

This fulla turned up this morning,

talking to that lady who owns that pub. He's a Chink, boss.

- Must be one of Chuck's men, eh? - That's true.

Guy I went in, talked to her a few minutes.

Oh, faa! Yeah, that's not all. You know that man pig, uh, Maori detective fulla?

He was giving that lady hell, boss.

Pigs think that she's in on the heist. You know, what if they were planning it together?

Ah, boss, that's not the case. If Chuck did the hold-up,

why would he send someone down, walk in the front door, broad daylight?

Besides, the pub owner, she's not into all that shit.

Everyone's into everything, Henry.

That lady...

I wanna know who she talks to, what she does. Everything.

Boss, uh, m-maybe I'm not the right fulla for this job.

Watching a pub? Not many layers of complexity there, bro.

- I'll do it. - Me and that woman, we're related.

This whole fuckin' town's related. You got a family.

Te Toki.

You got a problem figuring out where your loyalties lie,

tell me now, Henry.

No problem, boss.

Come on.

Later, boss.

(SIGHS)

- What? - Te mura.

The burning flame. That's you.

You been disrespected, boy.

You gotta show this damn town that Te Toki ain't no one's fool.

You gotta burn bright.

- Burn bright. - (INHALES SHARPLY)

Fight fire...

with fire.

(UNEASY MUSIC)

- (ENGINE STARTS, ROCK MUSIC PLAYS) - (SIGHS) Good song.

(MUSIC CONTINUES)

I-I didn't, Kingi!

- Got the crack? - Dunno what you're talkin' about.

- Got nothing! - (GRUNTS)

(GRUNTING)

(ROCK MUSIC CONTINUES)

Bastard...

Is he here about his fuckin' brother?

(INTENSE MUSIC)

This is my turf. I hope you come with due respect.

I don't respect you, you racist piece of Caucasian shit.

And I'm not afraid of your popgun!

- What d'you want? - The drugs.

Where are they?

- What drugs? - The pub in Vegas last night.

The hold-up.

Was it one of your fuckin' Ku Klux Klan pencil-dicks?

You think I'd come on to your turf, hold up a pub? You think I'm that stupid?

Yes.

- We have an agreement. - Yeah. We have an agreement.

Then fuck off.

(MUSIC CONTINUES)

Get some training wheels.

(CELL PHONE BEEPS, CAR ENGINE STARTS)

Where are you? I got a fucking...

I want my motherfuckin' 20K, or I'm gonna cut your motherfuckin' head off!

Fuck!

Pick up the fuckin' bike.

(RAPS INDISTINCTLY)

(RAPPING CONTINUES)

? So much pain. And no place to sleep...

'So much pain'?

(SIGHS) What happened to you?

(MESSAGE SENDS, RAPPING RESUMES)

? So much pain. No place to sleep.

(RAPPING CONTINUES, STOPS ABRUPTLY)

(BROODING MUSIC)

(ENGINE STARTS)

(UNEASY MUSIC)

SIGHS: A broke radiator don't mend itself.

What do you want?

The hold-up.

The pigs think you're in on it.

Lots of others think the same.

Were you?

Get the fuck out of my car.

OK.

Huh.

Maybe you're caught up in something.

Maybe outta your depth.

Like a smoke and a talk.

Get your car fixed.

(SNIFFS)

(SIGHS)

Your job.

No one said it was gonna be easy.

The one who knew better than anybody was...

my husband.

I was the pillar he leant on, his strength through calm and storm.

There were times when even my strength...

wasn't enough.

- Matua used this shit? - I know you hate the crack.

It's all good.

Why don't you put it to what we owe Chuck?

Or flush it to the eels.

SPEAKS MAORI:

(ENGINE STARTS)

(INHALES SHARPLY) Know what they used to call me, brother? (PUFFS)

Brother. Know what they used to call me? (PUFFS)

- Enlighten me. - EXHALES HEAVILY: Ah.

- Arse. (LAUGHS) - (SARCASTICALLY) What a fuckin' surprise.

Nah, nah, bro. Cos my name is Arsenia, you know,

so they just took (CHUCKLES) the first part of my name, eh.

- I got it. - LAUGHS: Yeah.

Yeah, eh.

They wanted to do it to, like, shame me, eh, bro.

Fuckin' love the name.

'Specially if you got an arse like this, though, eh? (LAUGHS)

Yeah. Wahey!

(CHUCKLES) Badge of honour.

21... I'm still a kid. I'm good-looking, you know,

fuckin' hung like a mule, but I'm still a kid though, bro.

Eh?

Cos what are you, brother? You're like 50, eh?

Look at us, eh? Doin' the same shit-arse job.

- GRUNTS: You know? - What's your point?

When I'm 50, bro, I'ma be a boss, bro.

I'll be like Kingi, bro.

Yeah.

Sure as fuck, I'm not gonna be the oldest fuckin' bumboy in the history of the world. Stuff that.

GRUNTS: Fuck.

Holy.

- Come on. - (TABLE CREAKS)

- (SCOFFS BREATHLESSLY) Eh? - Yeah.

- Here, mate. - (SCOFFS)

- (SIGHS) - All right? You can do this?

I can.

- (LAUGHS BREATHLESSLY) - Are you ready?

- Yeah. - OK.

SPEAKS MAORI:

(TENSE MUSIC)

(TABLE CREAKS)

- Eh? Eh? - (GROANS, HISSES)

(GRUNTS)

GRUNTS: I'm good.

I ain't, mate.

(GRUNTS)

- (CRACK!) - (SCREAMS)

(SCREAMING CONTINUES)

(GRUNTS)

- (SCREAMS, WHIMPERS) - You just had your broken.

By the oldest bumboy in the history of the world, ya fuckwit.

WHIMPERS: Oh, shit. Oh, shit.

(MOTORCYCLE ENGINE RUMBLES, BIRDS TWITTER)

Kia ora.

- Mrs Duncan? - Yeah.

I heard a lot about you. I, um... I got a panelbeating business in Chalkville.

Your son Pio comes down and does a bit of work every now and then on the bikes.

- Oh. - You know?

You know what it's like with anything mechanical.

- He's a hard worker, my youngest. - Yeah. Oh, yeah.

So, it's, um... Sidecar season's about to start.

Got a lot of work coming up. I wanna employ Pio.

Just a, you know, short-term contract, but... could become permanent.

D'you know where he is, Mrs Duncan?

It's really nice that you're so kind about my son.

Uh, I just got one question. Um,

were you as kind when you kicked my son's face in?

Hm?

You know where he is.

You get off my property before I call my son.

And I'm not talking about Pio.

(SNORTS)

That little shit can run; he can't fuckin' hide!

(MOTORCYCLE ENGINE STARTS)

Here.

- No, no, no, no, no... - It's all right, mate. Breathe.

- Just breathe. - (SNIFFLES)

It's gonna be OK.

Hey, you know, I never been married.

Never had a long-term woman, unless a couple of hours is long-term.

No kids... none I've been made aware of.

Here. Bite this.

Might be some little brown buggers out there running around Vegas, eh,

who have my nose. (CHUCKLES) Poor pricks.

Yeah. Ah, not afraid of that.

Always reckoned I'd make an OK dad.

All right.

You know I was named after Henry, eh? Henry Cooper...

big fuckin' English boxer.

Always pissed me off I carry the name of a dumbass white guy.

Yeah, Joe Lewis... that's more like it. The Brown Bomber.

If I had a son, I'd have called him Joe.

But I never had a son.

- (CRACK! MUFFLED YELL) - OK. OK, hold it, hold it.

- Good boy. You're doing good. Here. - (MUFFLED GROANING, WHIMPERING)

Hold that. Hold that with that hand.

Good boy. OK.

Hey, I tell you man, if you want a long life in Te Toki,

- you gotta learn a few things. - (BREATHES HEAVILY)

All right? Here.

Get up on the couch. Come on. Get up.

(WHIMPERS)

You could've been one of mine, boy.

- Yeah. - WHISPERS: I'm sorry, bro.

Sorry for what I said.

And what a stupid fuckin' name, eh, Arsenia?

- Yeah. - You've got enough stupid goin' on.

Yeah.

(BREATHES SHALLOWLY)

I'm gonna call you Joe.

Yeah.

Good to see you, Big Smiley, back in Vegas.

Five years' vet school. Got a job in the best vet's in the city.

My body decides he'd rather cut up animals with his old man than sew them back together.

Yeah.

I sent these to your father, Matia.

(INHALES DEEPLY)

Wanna show you something.

Potential new income stream.

BIG SMILEY: Hey.

When Big Smiley was in the city, he had a side-hustle.

Bloodman for the underground cage fights.

These the cage fights the fuckin' assassins were in?

Our rollers come in from Aussie...

- From all over the place. - What's the business model?

Lot of serious money gets thrown around. Get the right man in your corner, that's smart.

(SCOFFS) Looks like he'll tip over if I farted.

- Yaromir. - What's a yoro-meer?

- A name. Very common in Ukraine. - Jesus.

- Also goes by Sid. - 'Course he does. (CHUCKLES)

The fighting thing wasn't Waka's cuppa tea,

but you being the new broom and all,

of course, you could expand on this venture with Chuck.

The crack. Definition of a growth industry right there.

I wanna meet the kid.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER, LAUGHTER)

(SNIFFS)

(THUNDER CRACKS)

(UNSETTLING MUSIC)

(BANG!)

- You OK? - Can I, um, help you with something?

You've had a tough 24 hours. I don't wanna add to it.

I'm staying at the Lenton Hotel. When d'you wanna talk?

Oh, right. The, um... the good cop bit. And I'm on your side.

I'm not the enemy.

The cops think I held up my own pub.

That what you think?

95% of jobs are inside jobs.

- It's the easy answer, and it's almost always the right answer. - Mm-hm?

If you were involved in something where innocent people could've been hurt to make somecoin,

I'll find out.

You didn't do it,...

we'll get along fine.

(FOOTSTEPS RECEDE)

- (BIRD CRIES IN DISTANCE) - Tyrone!

(WIND HOWLS SOFTLY)

Phew.

(GRUNTS, PANTS)

I know you're there!

Tyrone!

(UNSETTLING MUSIC)

Bro.

- I'm begging you. Call Chuck. - (EXHALES)

- (WEIGHTS CLANK) - (PUFFS, PANTS)

Something I noticed. (SNIFFS)

You never call me boss. Always 'bro' or Kingi.

Never boss. Why is that?

We're brothers.

Ever since I carried you in the gates of this pa.

Brothers? (SCOFFS SOFTLY)

(INHALES DEEPLY, SIGHS)

(UNEASY MUSIC)

This thing was cursed from the start. I inherited a cup of poison.

Father was trying to protect Te Toki.

Your old man, huh? Trying to turn back 200 years of colonisation

by cooking up a wheelbarrow of dirty crack.

- I'm left to clean up the mess. - Yeah, well,

- it wouldn't be a mess if... - If?

Oh.

Go on, say it. Say it to my face.

You think I can't get the job done?

You think I fucked up sending Tyrone, eh?

Go on.

Say it.

(EXHALES HEAVILY)

SOFTLY: Say it.

Yeah. You fucked up.

You never should've sent him into that pub.

Not in a million fuckin' years.

Tyrone's not you!

You fucked up.

But you're up to the job.

You're the only one who could do the fuckin' job.

- (DOOR OPENS, CLOSES) - (BREATHES SHAKILY)

(UNEASY MUSIC CONTINUES)

(CRYSTALS CLINK SOFTLY)

(CELL PHONE RINGS)

(RINGING CONTINUES)

What happened is just a speedbump, boss.

We'll find the drugs, and we'll find Tyrone.

- What the fuck? - (WHIP CRACKS NEARBY)

(MAN GRUNTS)

(YELLS INDISTINCTLY)

The fuck?

Come to see the boy, eh?

One thing about my set... nothing's subtle.

Straight right like a fuckin' 10-ton battering ram.

- Mate, shut the fuck up. - Eh?

(SPITS)

(UNSETTLING MUSIC)

I'll rephrase.

Shut the fuck up.

Best you shut the fuck up, eh, bro?

Hit me.

- Go on. - (JUNIOR CHUCKLES SOFTLY)

Hit me.

(EXHALES THROUGH TEETH)

Let it rip, bro.

(GROANS, GRUNTS)

(EXHALES HEAVILY, PANTS)

Grown man beating on a kid. Oh, I could rip his fuckin' head off.

I could have a dance with him if you want.

- (CELL PHONE RINGS) - (INHALES SHARPLY, EXHALES)

Boss.

- (CELL PHONE BEEPS) - JUNIOR: Whereabouts are you from, bro?

(CELL PHONE BUZZES, RINGS)

- Chuck? - ON PHONE: Where's my kiwifruit?

I dunno.

(UNEASY MUSIC)

- You don't know? - The kiwifruit got nicked.

Give me a few days. I'll get the things.

You know they used to be called Chinese gooseberries, right?

I give you my word, Chuck.

I'll fix this.

We good, bro?

Yeah.

We good, bro.

(BEEP!)

(UNEASY MUSIC CONTINUES)

SPEAKS CHINESE:

SPEAKS CHINESE:

(MUSIC INTENSIFIES)

I got chicken!

(BIRDS CRY IN DISTANCE, WIND HOWLS SOFTLY)

Oh, look! And tomato sauce.

I saw you.

I think I'd be thirsty.

You're welcome.

(UNEASY MUSIC)

(INDICATOR TICKS)

You're my uncle! Why are you following me?

Fuckin'... Oi! Gonna fuckin' pay for that, bitch!

- Joe! No! - Oi!

Hey!

Hey... (GRUNTS)

- (CHOKES) - We done?

(CHOKES, WHEEZES)

- (KEYPAD BEEPS) - Yeah, Chuck's sweet.

The Chinese culture took 5000 years to build.

They understand patience, Matz.

- You can stop sweating. - MATIA: Well, it's good you called him, boss.

We find the bag, everything's ka pai.

Let's find the bag, bro.

- (CELL PHONE BEEPS) - 'Everything's ka pai'.

Things are as far from ka pai as they can be.

- MATIA: Kingi's the boss. - He's a bull in a china shop.

He's the boss.

Christ said, 'To err is human; to forgive is divine.'

Well, Christ don't live in Vegas.

(UNEASY MUSIC)

How'd you find me?

Your song.

IMITATES TYRONE: ? Colours in the sky.

? So much pain. ? (CHUCKLES)

Don't worry. No one else is gonna figure it out.

(SIGHS)

(BIRD CRIES IN DISTANCE)

I'm gonna die.

Why do you say that?

I fucked up, and...

they're gonna kill me.

- I'm not gonna let them. - What does that mean?

What are you gonna do?

Thanks for the food.

What does that mean, you're not gonna let them?

Nah, it means fuck you and fuck off.

Are you gonna hurt yourself? Look, I wanna help!

I don't even know you. Go away.

Go back to your good life.

What?! What do you want from me?

(EXHALES SHAKILY)

If you think I did it, why didn't you let those guys kick my head in?

I never said I thought you did it.

Let me show you something.

(SIGHS)

That's four days before the hold-up.

- VIDEO: Yeah, look, I'm sure you guys had a good reason... - (BACKGROUND NOISE OBSCURESSPEECH)

- But you know that's gonna be hard because of cup week. - Three days before.

VIDEO: Please, can someone respond to these messages? We need a security pick-up organised.

- (MOUSE CLICKS) - Ah. This is the day of.

VIDEO: It's Toni Poulan, at the Black Horse.

This is ridiculous. We need an urgent pick-up.

And there's... this.

- VIDEO: Stay here. You're not going any... - This is your fault!

All of it! You're a shitty-ass mother!

- (SLAP!) - (MOUSE CLICKS)

(SIGHS)

If you knew a man with a gun was about to enter your pub, you'd get your daughter the hell out of here.

You had nothing to do with it.

(CELL PHONE BEEPS)

(SNIFFS)

Thanks for the tea.

(DOOR OPENS)

(JAUNTY TECHNO MUSIC)

What? You don't think you don't think gangsters need undygruts?

(KEYPAD BEEPS)

Here. Keep the change.

(MUSIC CONTINUES)

- Where's Pio? - Mum.

He turns up black and blue, takes off, doesn't come home.

Then this morning, some piece o' shit Pakeha shows up at my door

with a story Pio's working for him.

- Oh. Oh... - Where is he?

- I'll come round later. We'll talk about this aft... - Hey, don't...

- Where's your damn brother? - I don't know, Mum!

- You don't give a damn, do you? - Who's the Pakeha, Mum?

Your brother's sliding down the same shitty slope as you, and that's fine with you.

It's not with me.

Anything happens to Pio, I blame you.

Oh, and stop coming around Wednesdays.

I don't even fuckin' like lamb!

(FOOTSTEPS RECEDE)

(EXHALES HEAVILY, PANTS)

(UNEASY MUSIC)

(ICE CRACKLES)

(MUSIC BECOMES EERIE)

(GASPS)

(WIND HOWLS SOFTLY)

Matua.

(BREATHES SHAKILY)

(DOG BARKS)

(INTRIGUING PERCUSSION MUSIC)

It's all good, Barrel.

It's OK. Trick of the light. Eh?

We all got the old man on our minds, eh?

(PANTS)

Hoki mai, Barrel. Come on. Hush now.

(PANTS)

READS: 'If we should fail, we fail.

- 'But screw your courage to the sticking place and we'll not fail.' - (DOG BARKS)

Barrel. Shh!

'Screw your courage to the sticking place.'

- (DOG WHIMPERS) - Huh.

- (DOG BARKS) - Dog, shut the fuck up!

(DOG BARKS)

Barrel. Barrel.

Come here. Come here, Barrel.

- (DOG WHIMPERS) - Stay.

It happens, my bro.

Stay.

Fuck!

(ROB RUHA AND TIKI TAANE'S 'KARIRI')

(PANTS)

? Kariri.

Fuck.

? Ka riri te rangi e.

? Te Rura

? rere mai ki au I

? Rangiriri e.

? Kariri.

? Kariri, ka rere te mata.

(GUNSHOT)

(RAPID GUNFIRE)

? ...mai te rongo

? ki Hikurangi e.

(PANTS, GRUNTS)

? Kariri,

? kariri e.

? Hau

? ana te tuki.

? Hau

? ana te whana.

? Hau

? e kore piri,

? e kore e tata.

(RAPID GUNFIRE) (GRUNTS)

(GUNSHOT)

(GRUNTS)

? Ka riria te aukati.

? Te Kaokaoroa

? ka puta ki Maketu.

- (RAPID GUNFIRE) - (GRUNTS)

? Ka riri, ka ngangana.

Yeah, run! You fucking ugly...

Fuck you! You fucking think I'd...

Fuck you!

Fuck!

- (WIRE CLICKS) - Ah!

(BOOM!)

? Kariri,

? kariri e.

? Hau

? ana te tuki.

? Hau

? ana te whana.

(RAPID GUNFIRE)

(GUN CLICKS)

Fuck. (PANTS)

? E kore e tata.

? E kore e tata. ?

Screw your courage to the sticking place, motherfucker!

(DOG BARKS)

(YELLS)

(DOG GROWLS)

(BLOOD SQUELCHES)

(DOG WHIMPERS)

(PANTS)

All good, my bro.

(DARK MUSIC)

(CELL PHONE BEEPS)

We need to talk.

Get the fuck out of my pub!

Oh, lucky guy!

Boss, the chinks.

If we kill people here, we're going straight to hell.

(TYRES SQUEAL)

You gonna tell me what's happening?

Sorry, boss.

(DRAMATIC MUSIC)