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Boss?

Chuck.

Softly spoken.

Twinkle in his eye like he's somebody's sweet old uncle.

Well, he ain't.

He's a fuckin' jackal.

- What's going on? - Chuck being Chuck.

- Waka. - You all good, Dad?

Yeah, I'm good. Yeah. Yeah, I'm all good.

Ah, shit.

Me and Kingi got this, Dad. All good.

My boss wants to know; are the kiwifruit ready?

The harvest's nearly done.

When will the kiwifruit be ready for shipment?

Fuck's sake!

Kiwifruit? this is fucking Shitville, the middle of nowhere... nobody's listening!

We've got 4 kilos...

top shelf. Waka wants top dollar.

- What did he do? - He tried to... rip us off.

That's us.

If the delivery guy gets here before me, can you tell him we need 3...

Ari, can you turn it down, please? Actually, make that 4 kegs, Annie. It's gonna be a busy night tonight.

- Mum. - Hmm? OK, bye. - It's illegal and dangerous.

Never again.

Ari, you done your maths?

Mum, about tomorrow. Uh, my performance...

- Arihia. Maths. - I've done it, Mum. Sheesh.

Mum, tomorrow, my performance? You didn't forget, eh?

No.

- I wrote a new song. - Oh, cool, darling.

- What's it about? - Dad. - Mum!

- You all right? - Yes.

You're kidding me.

What are you doing?

Nikau, in the car. My mistake.

I'll call the cops, eh?

Fire!

No need for anyone else to get involved.

Fix your radiator.

I don't want your dirty money.

Oh, my God, Mum!

- You OK? - Mm-hm.

You having a good time, Jen? Hey, boys. Hot Tinder date, is it

The definition of stupidity

is doing the same thing again and again and expecting a different result.

This is my lucky bar.

Mm-hm.

This is what 2 mil looks like.

Are you still talking your whole lot of dreams?

- You know what I think. - Once bitten, twice shy, eh, boy?

Means to an end. Pure and simple.

You're the boss, Matua.

Old man, time to go.

Oh, bro.

Kingi.

Fuck! Fuck, Kingi!

I'll pay you back. No problem.

No, big fuckin' problem.

Look at me with them fuckin' red, cracking eyeballs.

This shit ain't a hobby for you. It's your lifeblood, Evander!

Look, here's what the weak don't understand.

You crave the high, the moment spent looking deep into God's shining eye,

- but that's all you fuckin' see! - Sorry.

The weak don't understand what comes after...

the hooks deep in your bones.

Hey! That shit you smoke? Gonna make you food for worms.

Ah, fuck! No! No, don't kill me!

Horse is taking you up the back hills... four days' walk from anywhere.

It's time to get the shit outta your system, eh?

That's if you don't die of the exposure, eh?

Just wait. Half of Te Toki will be running around in that forest.

'Oh, please don't kill me!

- 'Please.' - Fuck you, ow!

'Shat my pants, Kingi! Please, bro!'

You all good, boss?

Yeah.

Tikina!

Hurry up, brother.

- You got this! - Let's go. - Hey, what's that, bro?

- Got it. Got it. - How're you gonna get in?

- Fuck! - Mean game, eh?

- Yeah, brother. - Yeah, well, it's over. Get in the kitchen. Kai doesn't cook itself.

You think you're the shit, eh. King of the roost... the little chief.

Nah. I think I want potatoes. You're on chops, mate.

Prospect hanging with the bosses, eh?

It should be you in that limo? Is that what you're saying?

I can break into any car, jack any alarm system.

You think you're fuckin' special, eh?

Eh?!

- Everything OK? - Yeah. Ruthie here's just showing me her favourite dance moves.

Boss wants us to go to Ballhead Mound. Come on.

Have fun peeling my spuds, mate.

- So, theoretically,... - Hypothetically.

...we could stay the night at my parents' bach with my parents not present, who would you guys take?

- Daniel. - Ooh, good choice. - Yeah.

What would you say if I said your brother?

Ew, no. I'd vomit or punch you, or both, if you want.

- I'm just saying, that ass. - Yeah. It's good. - Ew, no!

- Yes. Nah, I'd take Richard. His six-pack? - Ew, no. The bum-fluff moustache.

- He'll shave! I already told him. - Wait. Already told him?

The bach... it's not hypothetical.

Party time, bitches!

No, Ari, Ari. What about you, though? You're a little bit of a dark horse.

- Jasmine! - It wasn't racist or anything.

No one you wanna defile, Arihia?

Actually, there is this, um, one guy.

- Mm-hm. - OK. - Yeah. Remember Tyrone?

- Yeah. - Check out his story. - God, he is gorgeous.

- Those lips. - Right?! You ain't seen nothing yet. Hold on.

Oh my God. Have you messaged him yet?

- We don't know each other yet, though. - Girl, get a move on, or I'm in.

- I could so fall in love with him. - Mm. - Mm-hm.

This land, as far as the eye can see,

stolen from its true owners.

Thieves came from the other side of the world,...

cut down the forests; turned them into farms.

Then, when their children got sick of shovelling cow shit, they planted forests again.

But not the beautiful forests that once stood here. Foreign trees...

ugly and unbelonging, like those that brought them here.

Steal a little; you go to jail.

Steal a lot; they make you a king.

A century and a half later, here we stand.

Maori wearing orange vests, cutting down the damn trees,

picking up rubbish bags, looking out through jail bars or wearing patches.

Because a patch says, 'Fuck you, you thieving bastards!

'We don't wanna belong to a world that you made.

'We'll wear ourownuniforms, live ourownlives,

'and if you've got a problem with that, well, fuck you!'

We do the deal with Chuck... buy back what is ours, was always rightfully ours.

We set up here.

A place for Te Toki to stand.

But we've gotta do the deal.

My son... navigator.

My bravest warrior.

I know you wish there was another way, Kingi. Ain't no other way.

We gotta do the deal.

The old man... he's talking like every word coming out of his mouth might be his last.

What happened in the limo; it's just the gout.

Waka's gonna be fine.

Yeah.

Yeah, just the gout.

♪ Karaoke at the bar.

♪ She came along.

♪ They were falling in love,

♪ and he liked her song.

♪ She said, 'I'm ready to go,

♪ 'to go with you.'

♪ Before we're startled by the noise,

♪ and the dream has ended.

♪ Before the changing of the tides

♪ forces us to regret this.

♪ Oh, let the cold wind rise

♪ underneath big skies.

♪ Cos I'm ready to go,

♪ to go with you. ♪

Kingi. The old man wants you.

Go ask.

Oh, fuck up.

Show some respect.

Fuckin' animals.

My navigator.

My bravest warrior.

Waka.

Ah.

Whakarongo!

Kia rite!

- Kia mau! - Hi!

Whaea. Your old man's at rest now. You earned the right to take it easy.

Junior can drive now.

You putting me out to pasture? That it?

That's not what Kingi means, Mum.

I'm the best damn driver in Te Toki.

My husband, he gave you a job...

to look after his whanau.

You do your job,..

and I'll do mine.

I'm really good with plants. I've got NCEA Level 2... excellence in horticulture.

And since school, I've had lots of experience cultivating crops.

- What kind of crops? - Orchids and a few other weeds.

At least you got high on some seriously good weed before you died, eh?

I've got money for my course fees.

Well,...

I'll have money soon.

Oh, hey, I'll call you back.

- Hey, Ryder. - How's it looking, cuz?

Like a green sea of wonderful.

That's great. That's deeply lyrical.

Hey, I got some news, Pio. The boys went down the line for a few days.

- Can't get you the bags till next week. - Eh?

But the crop's ready to harvest now.

Nothing I can do, cuz.

Shit.

I'll come get them.

There you go.

Triple lined. Coconut matting between the plastic.

Any nosey pigs pull you over with those sniffing dogs,

put them right off the fuckin' scent.

So you pay us back that 10 thou of ours;

you come out with a cool 30K. That's not bad for a few months in the bush working on your tan, eh?

- Yeah. - Yeah, you got plans, cuz?

Hey.

One for the road.

Oh shit.

Oh f... Oh no.

Oh fuck!

Fuck.

Oh fuck.

Oh fuck!

- Gone? - Someone nicked it.

- My whole crop. What the fuck?! - You sold to someone else for a better price.

Nah. You know me. Bro, I'm straight up.

No one else knew about the weed, all right? I swear.

No one...

You accusing me?

Nah, but maybe one of your boys?

- Thought they went down the line. - They came back.

I want that 10K advance I gave you, plus...

10K for the fuckin' slander.

How am I gonna get 20K?

You got three days.

Come on! Get up!

I'll cook you breakfast, son!

Thanks, Mum.

No shades at the table.

The orchid...

lovely. It's a lovely orchid.

This to do with your brother, eh?

He's dragged you into his dirty gangster shit.

Mum, this has nothing to do with Kingi.

Two sonsbothdown the fuckin' drain.

Ruthie, girl, we'll get you a nice skirt for the drop, a pair of heels.

Nan, I haven't worn skirts in years.

Mm-hm, just so, you're gonna be someone nobody knows...

just a pretty girl on the town.

- Whaea. - Hmm?

I haven't decided who does the drop.

Eh?

That girl... she got more smarts than all those prospects put together.

Who else is gonna do it?

You do your job,...

and I'll do mine.

You piss me off; I'll cut your balls off, if I can find them.

OK, pretty girl.

- Kia ora, whaea. Your boy says he... - Mum!

Mum, Mum! No!

Who the fuck did that?

Who did it? I'll fuckin' kill them.

You're not my fuckin' brother!

- You haven't been for years! Fuck you, you arsehole! - Fuck.

Pio.

You stay the fuck away from youngest.

And they're off! Going towards...

63,000 in change.

- When's the security van due? - Three days ago.

Bloody Gambling Authority.

Trying to save money on a pickup in bloody cup week.

No good deed goes unreturned.

Karma, I believe they call it.

2000 on number seven. Same for the trifecta... seven, 12 and four.

My luck is on the change.

Ka pai.

When I was your age, I was on the streets. I didn't wanna go home.

Well, they sure as hell didn't want me there. Just like you, eh, boy?

Matia found me, dragged me out of the gutter, took me to Waka.

- The old man gave me a home. - Like you did for me.

There's something I never told you about me.

I had hooks deep in me...

under my skin.

- Understand what I'm saying? - What you said... looking into God's shining eye.

That was you, eh? That's why you hate the crack so much.

I got them hooks out...

with the help of Waka, the help of Mutt.

My skin's scarred with the battles I've been in.

That was the biggest battle of all.

You're smart. You could be leader one day, boy.

If you're smart enough to stay away from the fuckin' crack.

You know it, boss.

Good boy. Good boy.

Boy,

let's get going.

Tonight,

we finish what the old man started.

Once this deal is done,...

it's a new day for Te Toki.

This... this is the last bag of crack that comes through those doors.

We sell the cooking gear back to Chuck.

Anyone not up for this? You say it to my face; you walk out those doors.

I signed up for Te Toki, not Girl Scouts. Fuck this!

Hey, you ever change your mind,

the gate's always open.

Boy.

Big night for you, Tyrone.

Holy shit, boss.

I won't let you down, boss.

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

I got this.

OK, go. Oh, my gosh, you've gotta be kidding me.

- Get cherry vodka. It's so classy. - But hurry up, because the boys are going to be at the batch tonight.

We're getting off our titties!

Shit.

- Arihia. - Uncle Wiremu, hi.

Flip a coin 10,000 times. 5000 times, it comes up heads.

5000... tails.

But that one time,...

that one sweet time,...

the coin will land on it's edge. You just need that one time.

Fuck!

Now, this last race... this horse is going to come in for me.

He's gonna land on it's edge.

OK, tell you what...

5000 on Perfect Storm, and I'll have a creme de menthe and Coke.

Toni, my brother.

I'm gonna be cleaning the liquor store three nights a week... unpaid.

Had it been any other cop...

Thank you, Wiremu.

I don't want your thank you, Antonia.

This would never have happened if our brother was still alive.

You arsehole.

The family offered to help raise these kids how Hemiora would've wanted.

Don't you dare

talk about my husband.

My brother's children deserve to be raised right.

Can you fuck off now?

- Please? - Your dad gave you your name. Poulan.

It's a name to be proud of.

Boss, what if they've got CCTV?

- They do. - Eh? - Our insurance policy.

With a camera in their face, Chuck's goons won't pull out the fuckin' bolt cutters.

- How do I recognise the guy? - It'll be the Chinaman with the big fuckin' bag of money.

- Whaea. - Hmm. - Not the tea leaves.

Act in haste, regret at leisure.

- What does that mean, whaea? - It means it's not too late to give

the job to someone who can handle it.

I've got this, whaea. I'm all good.

Protagonist will pick up some shots, I'm sure.

In the final race, the showcase event of the Wairoto Farmers Cup...

Since your dad died, it's been hard for everyone,

but there are ways to deal with grief.

Hanging out with a bunch of bitchy little brats, giving up sport,

coming home smelling like cigarettes and dope.

- Stealing? - And they're off! The Wairoto Farmers Cup is underway.

Perfect Storm! Come on, Perfect Storm!

Oh bugger!

Oh shit.

I'm dealing with grief badly.

Is that it? Me?

You... you work 18 hours a day.

You never come to stuff at school.

Jesus, Mum. Uncle Wiremu came to Nikau's song. You didn't even make it!

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

All of it. Cos you're a shitty-ass mother.

- Oh, baby, I'm sorry. - Don't fuckin' touch me!

This is a fuckin' hold-up!

Everyone get the fuck down on the ground!

What are you looking at?! Get on the fuckin' ground!

This is a fuckin' hold-up!

Gonna walk in there with a gun on CCTV?

Tyrone's got this. He'll be sweet.

Get the fuck down on the ground!

- Get the fuck on the ground! - What the fuck do you think you're doing?!

Get the fuck out of this pub!

Fuck. Fuck. Here.

Fuck, take it. Fuck.

Take it.

- Just take... - Sir, over here. I'm standing up.

No, I'm cooperating.

Whatever you want, I'll give it to you.

I just don't want anyone else getting hurt. OK?

- The safe! Go! - You can have all the money. OK? You can have all of it.

- Go! - OK. OK, OK.

Get the fuck back!

Hurry up!

- Get the fuck on the ground! - All right, all right. All right, all right.

Here! That's all of it.

Fuck! It's Chuck.

Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!

Fuck!

Oh, fucking bad!

Fuck.

Oh fuck!

Fuck.

Argh! Fuck!

Whoa!

Argh!

Argh! Whoa!

Argh!

Argh!

Everyone OK?

Yeah, this is Annie from the Black Horse. I just had a bloody hold-up.

- Someone's been hurt too. Send an ambulance. - Are you OK, Lester?

- Perfect Storm proved to be way too... - Fuck me.

It was the coin landing on its edge.

Argh!

Oh fuck!

Argh!

Shoot!

Shoot.

Fucking shoot!

Fuck! Fuck, he's getting away!

Go! Fuck!

Fuck! Fuck.

Fuck!

He's gone!

I will fucking find you!

You are fucking dead!

You're on the streets. Someone, somewhere knows about that bag.

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

- What do you want? - The drugs. Where are they?

- You got the crack? - We've got nothing.

- The hold-up, the pigs think you're in on it. Were you? - Get the fuck out of my car.

Yeah, you fucked up. Tyrone's not due.

- Good, bro? - Yeah, nah.

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