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Previously on Vegas...

Your girl's in deep trouble.

She. He. They.

Two answers; that's all I need.

I ain't no nark.

Good to see you, bro.

Remember that day?

Fuckin' kid,

out the backyard,

pissed off your face on a bottle of mum's booze.

'I'm having sherry with the chooks.'

Then Mum comes home.

'Fuck.'

Have to chase you around the yard, throw you up in the air

so she doesn't wonder why you're grinning like a special needs kid.

People think I'm tough. 7 years old.

Wasted.

You're the gangster, bro.

I woulda died.

Thank you, my bro.

Mum.

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My condolences to you and your family.

Thank you.

Your Uncle Henry made a number of confessions.

Just so you know, Antonia, the money stolen from your pub has yet to be recovered.

Persons of interest remain persons of interest, which is to say, you.

Mm.

You know, I am glad that your brother isn't alive to hear you say this.

If I'm wrong, I'll be the first person to come here and apologise to you.

I don't think I'm wrong.

Let your boss know I got the kiwifruit... the whole shipment.

My boss says better late than never. So here's what you're gonna do...

Back up the truck, bro.

We do it how I say.

There's a cage fight coming up run by the fuckin' Assassins.

Hold your nose. You might not notice the stench of white supremacy.

I meet Chuck there, face to face.

I put the kiwifruit in his hands; he puts two million in mine. Then we're done.

Uh, no, my boss says get fucked.

You agreed to the new deal, remember? We pay you 50K, and then you're done.

I'm texting when and where.

Lovely to see you all.

- Oh! - Kia ora.

Wasn't expecting to see you here, Nik.

Showing him how the other half lives, Mr Poulan.

Yeah, just so we're clear... I know Arihia stole that bottle of vodka for you and your mate.

Don't worry. I'm not gonna tell your mum.

You want someone to do your dirty work, have the guts to do it yourself.

Or just wait till you turn 18 and pay for it. How's that for a thought?

- Hey, Auntie Ginny. - Kia ora, Nikau. Looking more like your dad every day. Mwah.

You act like him too.

I was always the talker. Himi, he was the silent type. Still waters run deep, eh?

- And you've got such a beautiful singing voice, like Himiona. - Yeah, I like music.

- Have we still got that guitar? - Yeah.

- Your dad's 12-string. Used to play it when we were kids. - A 12-string? Serious?

You should come babysit some time; get to know your cuzzies a bit better.

- OK. - Or just come and hang out.

- We don't see you and Arihia enough these days. - Yeah.

- Come on. - Sweet. See you later.

- Ka kite. - See ya.

You're lucky your uncle doesn't know you just started a hot romance with the ganja.

Shh!

Come on, then.

So there's no misunderstanding... round three... I scratch nose, you...

go down.

Oi!

I... scratch nose.

You go the fuck down. You understand me?

When Vladimir Putin annex my country and my family flee to New Zealand,

I am one year from graduate with a PhD in Entomology at the University of Kiev.

I'm able to grasp quite complex ideas.

What the fuck is entomology?

Ukrainian is not mental disability.

OK.

Hey.

Oi.

- Kingi Duncan's gonna bet the farm this guy wins round three. - OK.

Cos of the deal that you made with him.

But what he doesn't know is that you would never renege on the deal you made with me, right?

- Because...? - I'm an honourable fuckin' man.

No, cuz, cos you don't want our welding torches reshaping your manhood.

That too.

Round three... scratch nose.

You'll be rich beyond our wettest dreams.

What the fuck is that?

- Which one of youse is Ryder? My boss heard about this fight. - We're busy.

- Yeah, he has a proposal. - Oh yeah. You want to set up a fuckin', what, noodle stand?

We'll take 50% commission, free chow mein for the boys.

Why must everything always come back to small-minded anti-Asian prejudice?

Hey, JoJo-san, you fuckin' deaf?

Get in your noiseless fuckin' rice burner and get the fuck off my property!

Fuck!

Aargh!

The study of insects.

What?

Entomology.

Aargh! Fuck you!

Fuck you, you fuckin' bitch! I'll fuckin' kill you!

Been a while.

Too long, my bro.

What is that bitch doing here?!

Let me go!

I'll kill you!

I'll kill you!

You are welcome here. Say your goodbyes.

♪ Hotuhotu ana te manawa.

The old man,

he's been visiting me.

He's been coming to me, not you.

And now I understand why.

Waka was warning me.

He was warning me you would cause this...

all of this.

I loved your son like a brother,

and I blame you. There's no one else to blame.

♪ E tangi Apakura nei...

When these caskets leave this whare,

you leave too.

And you don't ever...

come back in that gate.

♪ Kei raro ke,

♪ kei roto I

♪ taku moemoea.

Call it a koha.

I want the slate wiped clean for me, for Tyrone and for the whanau.

I will not live in debt to you, Kingi.

The price isn't 50,000 bucks.

What do you want?

An hour of your life.

Fuck! I'm gonna fuckin' bleed to death! You shot me in the fuckin'...

Aargh!

- - Yeah, my boss knows that. - Fuck!

Chicken shit, small time, limp dick, fuck face, sociopathic, racist wannabe,...

That's a bit fuckin' harsh.

...who's spent his whole life trying to break into the big time. But you never will. You know why?

No one's afraid of you.

No one ever will be.

Hey. Well, why don't you go tell your boss

that the Assassins are still fuckin' hardcore motherfuckers?

You're a sad joke.

However,...

if you work for my boss,

well, then...

everyone's afraid of you.

When you say...

work for you,

I'm guessing you mean...

put aside our obvious ethnic differences to pursue mutually advantageous business goals.

As in we tell you what to do, and you say, 'When do I do it?

Hmm. Well, I'd like to negotiate those fuckin' terms, actually.

Whoa, whoa!

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa! Fuck! Stop! Stop! Fuckin' stop!

Fine.

Hey.

That fight... my boss wants in. Yeah.

I've started the conversation with social services.

Tyrone's gonna move in with us.

Mum, men with patches turned our house upside down.

I watched you lie to the police. Arihia could've been killed... all cos of Tyrone.

- Just try and understand, please. - Now he's gonna be living under our roof.

It's not gonna be for long, OK? As soon as he gets on his feet, we can look at other options.

- He can find a job. He can find another house. - This isn't right, Mum.

- The good-looking gentleman with the suit, what's his name again? - Poulan.

DI Poulan.

Huh. He dropped me home. So polite.

Got me a feed from the roast shop and everything.

I'm fine, J.

- The fuckin' bastards. - Oh, hey.

You know me... I'm a survivor, can't go away.

DI Poulan's no gentleman.

If he comes near you again, I'll fuckin' rip his head off.

- J, it was my fault. - No, it's not your fault. - I'm not gonna mess up again.

It's all right.

Mm.

Everything's gonna be OK.

Don't go.

The bullet went in one side, out the other.

Never hit, nothing important, but these stitches are fuckin' killing me.

The mauri stone.

The old fullas used to talk about it.

Came on the canoe with our people.

Too big for one man to carry. Buried when the pakeha came to keep us safe.

Could be spitting distance from us.

Carried the life force of our people. The essence.

My ancestors,

your ancestors.

Gone, lost.

And here we are.

The essence.

The life force.

Is that supposed to impress me?

Or am I meant to forget that because of you and your damn drug deal, people were hurt, shot,

killed?

We got the money from the car.

70K inside, give or take.

So the thing is the paper said 120,000 was nicked.

I think my brother walked into your pub,...

Get the fuck down!

...waving his gun.

You're the coolest head in Vegas.

You opened the safe.

You pocketed of that envelope with 50K inside, gave the rest to Pio.

Victimless crime.

The Gambling Authority has insurance. How am I doing?

Ooh-hoo.

You'd be a great fuckin' gangster.

Oh, the things we could do together.

I'm going.

You said an hour.

Cut the fucking bullshit, Kingi. An hour of my life.

We both know what that means.

- What are doing? - What? It's the price I have to pay, right?

You don't want money, so that leaves one thing.

- Oh... - You want me. You've always wanted me.

- So let's get it done. - Stop. Stop.

No, and after this, we are done.

OK? You pass me in the street, you fuckin' keep walking.

You stay the fuck away from me, my family and Tyrone.

- Don't fuckin' do that. - What do you fuckin' want? What do you want from me?

- All I ever wanted! - What? What?

To breathe the air you breathe.

You saved my life,

my brother's life.

You owe me nothing.

Hour's up.

Wait.

- Hello. - Hi, Toni. It's Mike.

Can we talk?

I remember hearing the car alarm heading into the car park. I walked straight into it.

I guess my mind was elsewhere.

Toni, you ran into a car park.

Someone was shooting a gun.

Oh...

I did what anyone would have done, didn't I?

Stacey says that I shouldn't tire you out, so... I might...

That night, us...

If it was just something that happened.

It was just something that happened.

That's fuckin' annoying, bro.

I want this done and dusted.

Amen to that.

So, $50,000 in small denominations, as requested.

They done DNA studies of us Maori.

We come from the mountains of Taiwan.

Go back a couple of thousand years, I'm your cuzzie, which is to say...

gambling is in my blood too.

So how about a bet, cuz?

Winner by knock-out or submission.

No limits on rounds.

We fight until there's one man standing.

Double or nothing. The Ukrainian wins, I take the bag and the money;

the other guy wins, you take the lot.

Are you asking him to risk two million worth of crack for a shitty 50K?

I've got something you need more than 50,000 bucks.

What is it that I want?

Wairoto.

You start a franchise here,

cook your crack,

feed it into a whole new market.

The others in Te Toki, they'll shake hands with you.

A buck's a buck when you got a mouth to feed.

I'm all that's standing in your way.

If I'm not around, you walk on into Vegas,

If I lose,...

I walk away from Te Toki.

And if I lose?

You stay the fuck away from Vegas.

My boss accepts.

Fight!

Yes, boy! Go!

Come on, you underfed Ukrainian.

Now, listen. You've got one job.

You lie on that dirt at the end of round three, all right?

Hit him! Hit him!

Don't forget to take your painkillers and your antibiotics, yeah?

And don't stay up too late.

- Mrs P? - Mm?

Thank you. Don't know how I can ever pay you back.

Just make a go of things.

Pomarie.

- Boof! - Hey, cheap shot.

Fight!

You've got balls... I'll give you that.

Brains... not so much.

You have a signal.

You're working with those fuckers.

A bet's a bet, bro.

Shit.

One,... two,...

...three,...

four,...

five,...

You gave a signal.

A bet's a bet, bro.

Hmm.

Not such a fool.

Pomarie, baby.

- What's going on? - Let's go for a drive.

- What? - What, why not?

Because it's the middle of the night? Because we've got school tomorrow?

We can jump the fence at the CT Club and go for a midnight swim like in the movies.

- What? - What's wrong with you?

Just wanted to see you. Come on. Chill out. Can I have the joint?

Has something happened?

- Y-You kissed me in the pool. - I kissed you cos I feel sorry for you.

Doesn't mean I want to fuck you. Get out of my car.

- F-Felicity. Wait. I'm sorry. - Stay away from me.

You want to be the first Caucasian in the history of Te Toki? Gate's open, bro.

Tuition fees. I'm going to finish my PhD.

I like the dragonflies in this country.

Old woman.

You raised your taiaha to me.

All you did...

seeking power for your son

and yourself...

it destroyed every damn thing you love.

- You have lost your greatest taonga. - Let us leave.

I loved your son.

I loved your husband.

For their sake, this whanau won't turn our back on you.

What do you want from me?

Your mana.

If you stay,

you stay as a slave...

without value,

without worth.

Today, my right hand leaves these gates in a flax casket.

There's a new right hand.

I said this was the last crack that would come into our whare.

Now, I tell you, I'm not letting this evil shit out into the world.

Let the steam eat it.

But it's... it's two million bucks' worth.

That buys Waka's land.

We'll get our land, but not like this.

Horse.

Wash her. Get her to the urupa.

Oh.

Hey, that's for your cheap-arse fuckin' roast meal.

Now, we're done.

Leave us the fuck alone.

Oi!

What the fuck is this?

40 generations...

that's how long my whanau has lived here in this place; same as yours.

Our tupuna might have hunted moa together.

Well, don't stop there.

Eh?

Maybe they had a little boogie together

or shit, maybe they just killed each other.

Remember this?

JUNIOR, ON RECORDING: You leave my Erina alone.

WIREMU, ON RECORDING: You have my word. Huang duc Ming... Chuck the Chink.

- You fuckin' recorded me? - Ooh. Here's the best bit.

Yes.

Does Huang duc Ming have a business relationship with Kingi and Te Toki?

- Yes. - What's the nature of that relationship?

We did a cook for Chuck.

To clarify, 'we', meaning 'Te Toki?'

Yes.

You're saying your gang manufactured methamphetamine for Huang duc Ming.

- Fuck you, Poulan! - Answer the question.

Yes!

Thank you, Junior.

Wairoto is our home, Junior.

And with your help, I can keep our home clean.

- You're signing my death sentence. - We're not done, Junior.

You belong to me now.

Nikau asked me to give this to you.

Where is he? Is he OK?

He vandalised a young woman's car.

She alleges it happened after she rejected his uninvited sexual advances.

What the hell are you talking about?

He called me after he was picked up.

He's asked Ginny and I if he can come and live with us.

- No, I don't fuckin' believe you. - Nikau feels this house is not the right environment for him.

- I want to talk to my son. - Ginny and I agree with the boy.

No, he can't... Youcan't do this!

Legally, Nikau is old enough to make his own decisions.

- Fuck you, Wiremu! - Mum!

If you fight what Nikau wants, if you take this to the Family Court,

Ginny and I will support the boy every step of the way.

I warn you... whatever's going on with you and your family,

you've got a mountain to climb. I'm sorry, Antonia.

No, you're fucking not.

You.

Junior's my right hand. I trust him with my life.

- What's the question you can't ask on a phone? - I have a job for you.

- What job? - I want you to find dirt on Wiremu Poulan.

If you can't find anything, I want you to make something happen...

something that'll stick, something that'll fuck him up.

I'm not asking for a favour. This is a job and I'm paying.

I would really like that.

I'd like that a lot.

Come on, boy.

I'm gonna kill him.

Oh, Jesus. The Ukrainian.

Barrel, stay.

Aw, fuck!

Chuck or Ryder?

I'll fuckin' kill him.

Payback, or what?

Nah, it's more than that.

It's war.

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