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Do you have the support
of your husband?

Oh, yes. My husband's
fully supportive.

One day soon, we will be able to
call this place...

God's Own!

Gonna shut that racist
little Oompa Loompa up.

- Power to the people!
- Power to the people!

- Why would you do that, huh?
- It doesn't mean...

Why don't you just fuck off, then,
if you're gonna be a grumpy bitch, eh?

- I-I'll look after you both.
- That's not happening.

- What the hell are you doing here?
- Uh, sorry. I thought you were coming to the party.

I'll put the jug on.

Ice! Ice! Ice! Look, I'll get you
your money. I swear to God.

♪ O malu'i,

♪ o malu'i 'a Tupou.

♪ O malu'i,...

♪ ...o malu'i,

- ♪ o malu'i 'a Tupou.
- Hey, Uncle.

♪ Amen. ♪

Oh.

You're the bo's, eh? Fah.
That's cool, Uncle Willo.

My mate, Stretch, said you're the leader
of that new gang... the Black Panthers.

- Are you gonna take out the Huns?
- We're the Polynesian Panthers, Rome.

And we're not a gang.
Gangs aren't cool anyway.

Do you get girls?
How many have you pashed?

Heaps, eh? I can tell.

When can I join?

- I want to be like you, Uncle!
- You want to be like me?

All right, help me suss out your Dad's passports
this week so he can get that job he's keen on.

In the meantime,
go get Uncle a drink. Yeah?

Vave!

Masi'i.

Tsh! Hey!
Think Roman's your slave?

Congratulations.

What's with the beret?
You want to be a soldier too?

Nah, Kenny.

Yeah, I heard you and, uh, your little
kiddie crim mates started a political club.

Are you gonna change the world,
are ya?

You can't even keep your
undies clean, boy.

Bro, can you clarify
something for me?

So, in 'Nam you were a brown man killing the
yellow man, on behalf of the white man. Right?

Do you know what I had to do to
earn this? You don't, do you?

Because you've never had to work hard for anything in your life.

Mum has made you pathetic.

And you have the cheek to question
my service to this country. Hmm?

You're an embarrassment
to our parents.

You come in here late, smelling like
dak, wearing that stupid costume,

embarrassing Mum and Dad
in front of our guests.

Did you apologise to them?

- Not yet.
- Mm.

Cos your dumb arse is too busy
running around playing toy soldier

to realise the sacrifices
they've made for you, eh?

How do you think Dad felt, having to beg his boss to
get your arse out of jail, you spoilt little shit?

- So keep your head down. Do some fucking work.
- I am fucking working.

I'm fighting against the coloniser,
while you're fighting for them.

- What exactly did those Vietcong do to you anyway, Kenny?
- Shut your mouth, boy.

You don't know shit.

What exactly did
they do to you... to your Tongan arse?

Enough to deserve the bullets that you and
your Yankee mates sprayed them with. Huh?

To earn that fucking
worthless medal of yours?

Kota, don't be so selfish for once in your life. Hmm?

Drop the toy-soldier act and be that fancy
doctor Mum has always wanted you to be.

Mahino?

Hey, Kenny, go fuck yourself!

Hey!

I'm gonna be on TV tonight.

- Really?
- Yeah.

Melani teed it up.

I'll be, uh, live to the nation.

- Wow. Famous guy, eh?
- That's amazing.

One day,
you know, we could...

just pack up and leave...

just you, me and Jerome.

We could be together, properly.

What are you talking about?
We're just friends, remember?

And anyway, the Panthers need you, Mr Chairman.

Yeah.

Totally. Just... Yeah, just friends.
I was... I was just playing around.

I should get out of here.

I've got to get back to J.
Sub Miss Lulu out.

You should get some sleep. It's a huge opportunity for you tonight.

Do us all proud,... Mr Panther.

Mm. Cool.

I mean, I'll come and see you at
the docks, anyway, later, so...

No. Don't come down there. If people
see us together, it will be really bad.

But we're... just friends,
remember?

- OK. No. I really have to go.
- What?

- I do. I do.
- Why? Just stay.

See ya.

Well, well. Santa Claus. What the hell
are you doing here at the crack of dawn?

- Cops move in over the fence?
- Yeah. Cos you keep coming over. - OK. Um...

These are for you.

And I thought you might want to
go for a ride today?

- Ride where?
- To see Shug.

- You boost a car or something?
- No. I've got a bus.

Panther Bus. Yeah? Express to Parry.

Well, aren't you the big man?

Nah, I'm... I'm feeling too tired to go out
there. And, I mean, I look like shit. So...

I... I know he'd
really love to see you.

Don't come at me like that, Will.
I've got shit I'm dealing with here.

- I don't need you coming at me like that. OK?
- I was just saying...

- It's just... Yeah. Know your place.
- Uncle, can I come?

Your interview will close out
tonight's broadcast.

It's rather a big deal... the first time a
Pacific Island youth has been in that slot.

What's that supposed to mean,
brother?

- You're doing us a favour by putting my young black arse on TV?
- No, no, no, no.

- That's not what I meant at all. Uh, I was merely saying...
- Timothy is just saying

it is rather a big deal and not an
opportunity we're going to waste, is it?

OK. I'll see you at the studio
at 6pm, for a 6.45pm go live.

Hey, Will! You didn't give me
enough money for the driver.

Look, kei te pai. All right? I'll talk
to him. Then you guys better get going.

- What do you mean, 'you guys'?
- I've got to prep for the big TV appearance tonight.

I don't want to be the first Pacific Island Youth
to screw it up for old Tea-Bag Johnson over there.

Hey, um, I'll catch you later. OK?

Look, I get it, sis. OK? You've
done an amazing job setting all this up.

It's our best chance yet at taking some decent shots
at Piggy. Yeah? Hence I've got to swat and write.

Racist, ageist prick.

- Hey, Nige!
- Hey! - My man.

They just said on the radio that Muldoon's
popularity is at an all-time high,

off the back of Kirk's passing
and his punch-up at the Town Hall.

Man,... Palagis sure do love a scrapper, don't they, bo's?

Hey, Siana. Siana.

For the families, brother?

- Malo. Malo.
- Vakai na oku elo eni.

- Almost time to go, you lot!
- Hey. Give my love to Shuggie and the other brothers. OK, bo's?

- You remember Uncle Kong, eh, Tina?
- Hey, bubba.

- OK. Say, 'Bye, Uncle Will.'
- Bye, Uncle Will. - Bye.

OK.

What time are you
going to work today?

Sio mai, I only want
what's best for you.

I know.

But the work I'm doing right now;
that's what's best for me.

He?

I know you think
you are a man now.

Fighting last night in front of everyone?
That tells me you're still a boy.

I wasn't even the one who started that.

What have the Palangi
ever done to you?

I'm trying to make
a difference, Mum.

- It's more nuanced than that, though, Mum.
- Nuanced?

Yeah. I-It's not a
level playing field.

So your palangi classmates
look down on you, do they? Son?

- We're not here to serve them. We are here to serve our people.
- I'm serving my people.

OK? They're just not the people
you want them to be.

Who got you out of prison last month?
Your people... or your family?

Look, um, I think
we should just wrap this up.

It's not quite the birthday
I had in mind.

Your father and I have given up a lot so that
you could have these opportunities, Will.

I had everything back in Tonga.
We turned our backs on our families,

and we came here so that you could
have a chance at being successful.

You didn't make those sacrifices for me,
though. All right? You made them for you.

You fell in love and sacrificed everything to be
with Dad. He was the bloody village guitar player.

Not quite the noble your family
had lined up for you, was he? No.

But you gave up everything to be with
him, all right? To follow your heart.

And what, now that
you're old and sensible,

I have to play by the exact kind of
rules that you and Dad didn't? This is...

How dare you.

Shit.

- Caro?
- You're off today, aren't you?

Yes. I, uh... I just left
my purse in my locker.

End of a shift, I'd forget my head if it wasn't screwed on.

I'll see you tomorrow,
eh?

It's specifically an Islander issue. As
you know, they... don't hold their liquor.

Well, what this adds up to, more often
than not, is public disturbance...

a lack of safety on the streets
for your ordinary New Zealander.

That's where this new task force
comes in. OK?

This group will deliver a message, in no uncertain
terms, that this behaviour will not be tolerated.

We live in a civilised society. If you don't
assimilate, then you shouldn't be walking the streets.

You act like a monkey,
we'll put you in the zoo.

Now, Davis, you be the lead on
this Task force, all right?

Havili, you be 2IC.

Any questions?

Go well out there.

- Well done, mate. Good job.
- Yeah, good on you, Jimmy. Good effort, mate.

Hey, Mike. We've got a Mrs, uh...
Ilolahia here for you?

Yeah.

What the fuck does she want?

Lusitania.

To what do I deserve this honour?

You've done really well for
yourself, haven't you, Michael?

Especially after all that
you've been through.

You know,... I was one of the ones that
believed you deserved a second chance.

Our people can be so cruel,
can't they?

But look at you now.
You've grown into a strong,...

respectable man,
a great example for our young ones.

Humbled to be asked. What is it?

- You know my son Will?
- Of course.

He's destined for greatness,
that one.

Reminds me of my father.

But he's determined to throw it all away. I
don't even know if he's telling me the truth.

I see.

I was hoping... that you could
find out for me.

You know, I could
do that for you. Of course, Lusitania.

And I would never say no to someone of your
standing. But you need to understand...

If I do,...

I might find some things
you don't like.

And if those things are criminal, I would be
obligated to take the appropriate action.

Do you understand?

Now, I'm sure things won't get
to that, but let's just say, if they do,

I'll come see you first,
before I do anything.

Malo, Michael.

We'll get that young prince
back on track, one way or another.

OK.

What do you want?

Don't be like that,
Tess.

What do you want?

Nice to see you too.

I've paid my rent to Ice already. Bloody
vultures, you two. Worse than palagi landlords.

- How many weeks?
- The whole three months, or whatever was due.

Oh. Correct.

Hey, I heard... the 'Ilolahia kid
has been hanging around here.

What's that about?

I get weed off him sometimes. Bad enough having my
ex as my landlord, let alone my dealer as well.

Oh. So you're not
fucking him, then?

Give me a break.
He's barely shaving.

Well, you never know.
Different folks, different strokes, eh?

- You would know, eh, Mikey?
- What the fuck is that supposed to mean?

Mm, I'm just saying,
each to their own.

You're a sensitive soul under that tough
exterior and uniform, aren't you, babe?

Find a new dealer. That fuckin'
kid's going down in a big way.

♪ Eh.

♪ Eh. It's been a long minute
since we last kicked it.

♪ We was in the yard sipping
rum liquor from your mum's kitchen.

♪ Couldn't envision,
you'll be a slave to the system.

♪ The vacay you've been given
got you staying in prison.

♪ Even when they kicked you out
your fale, hella vave, I ran amok.

♪ Had to muscle up in in Aukilani, ah, cos we was
out to get the cream and green like palusami. Ah.

♪ Bunch of young polys,
leoleos saying we hearty.

♪ They came into our neighbourhood
harassing everybody.

♪ They caught you with the bag,
in return you caught the lag.

♪ Whether it's water or blood,
nonetheless, it's all love.

♪ Tell them ulu up. Whenever times
get tough, tell them ulu up.

♪ When you ain't got no one
to trust, ulu up.

♪ Leoleos lock you in cuffs,
ulu up. Just keep your ulu up.

♪ Yeah. Ulu up. Whenever times
get tough, tell them ulu up.

♪ When you ain't got no one
to trust, ulu up.

♪ Leoleos lock you in cuffs.
Tell them ulu up.

♪ Just keep your ulu up. Yeah. ♪

Here. Come on.

- Shuggie!
- There he is. My man!

Hey, little sis.

So, where's Mum?

She couldn't make it.

Bloody useless, man.

Senior Constable
Michael Taumalolo Havili.

Your bail report.

- You can do better than that, boy.
- Not this time.

What's different?

The offences... inciting a riot,

GBH, assault on a police officer.

I can't just make that stuff
go away.

- You're lucky you didn't get a lag.
- Fuck, yeah. I'm lucky. Fuck, I wonder how I'm gonnapay it.

This is your cut.

- I'm not paying your fucking bail.
- Easy come, easy go, brother.

Does my share include
13 Brians Road?

When were you gonna tell me about
that? So much for fucking partners, eh?

- This is the last time I'm doing this. I've paid my debt.
- They on to you?

- Not yet. But if they...
- Then how dare you fucking question me?

If I want another property on my
portfolio, I'll fucking take one. Uailoa?

- You don't work for them; you work for me.
- Yeah. Our deal is 50/50, though.

- Mm.
- Yeah. You scratch my back; I scratch yours.

I've got a position to protect.
I can't keep covering your arse.

- I thought you fucking liked that shit, Mikey.
- Fuck you.

Who was there for you when your fucking
family banished you from the village, huh?

Did they come for you, or did I?
Where's your fucking loyalty?

I appreciate that. You know I do.
But this works both ways.

Honestly, fuck you. I'm sick of this shit.

That's why I came here. I'm out.
I'm finished.

- You're out?
- I'm out! - You're out?

What do you think your white honky
copper mates would think of

our little arrangement we got here
when they find out?

Another lag won't kill me, brother.

I fucking love it in there.
It's honest.

But something tells me...
it just might kill you.

Oh. You'd get eaten alive in there.

Ravaged.

Do you know where faggots go
when they die, Mikey?

Same place dead cops go.

Hell.

You can do better than this, cunt.

Ah.

...decent
housing fit for shelter of human beings.

Number four... we want all Black
men to be exempt from military service.

Number five... we want decent education...

...for our Black people
in our communities

that teaches us the true nature of
this decadent racist society.

'You're woven into me, like the
lashings that bind the fale.'

- How come Will's not here?
- He was going to come.

He's just busy preparing
for his interview tonight.

True? That's the brother Willo,
eh? Talk the talk.

If we know that he's got weed and propaganda
in there, we should go in and book him.

Yeah. We could do that, Davis. Book him
for possession; slap on the wrist, fine.

Land the small fish, fry it up,
have a little snack.

Or we could just be patient.

Wait until the small fish takes us to the much
bigger operation and harpoon ourselves a whale.

What do you reckon?

Oh, fuck.

Does Caro iron your hanky for you?

You know what I'd do to have a beautiful woman
iron my uniform, make my lunch every day?

Lucky bastard.

I hope you know how lucky
you are.

She's a keeper, that one.

Yeah. Yeah, she sure is.

You make the call. You're the boss, right?
If you want to head in, we'll head in.

Nah, nah. We'll...
harpoon the whale.

Help!

Help! Somebody...

Hey. Oh Jesus.

Hey!

Hey! Hey!

Oi, oi, Come on. Come up.

Come on, girl. Get up.

OK.

OK, OK. I got you. I got you.

Come on.

Have you heard of
the Black Panthers? In America.

- Are they a gang?
- Sort of. Um, like a gang, but fighting for justice and for change.

And that's what we're here for...
Polynesian Panthers.

Um... Oh.

If you just...
have a look at this.

Think about it. Talk about it with the guys in
here, and maybe when you get out, you'll join us.

- When I come out?
- We'll be there.

Lady, I got life.

And this thing...

Huh.

I can't read.

'The Polynesian Panther Party,
Auckland, New Zealand. Manifesto, 1975...'

Kind of like a prince, I guess...
in Tongan culture, at least.

They're related to the royals
through his mum's side,

which means they're nobility.
She knows it too.

Her and her son think they're
better than the rest of us.

Yeah, but it's only in Tonga, though,
right? I mean, here, they're just...

What?

Regular coconuts,
like the rest of us?

Islanders.

- And what? You think we're all the same?
- No. I just... I, uh...

I didn't have any idea, you know?
Like, a real Tongan monarchy.

You and most white guys, mate. There's only one
crown as far as you lot are concerned, eh?

Tip the place over. Bring the dope in.
Find anything illegal; bring it in.

- Have we got a warrant?
- Write one up when we get back. - Yeah, yeah. OK.

- OK.
- Just breathe.

Did you, um, do this to yourself?

Mm.

Easy.

- Oh.
- My little sister did the same thing.

She died while she was doing it.

What did you use?

A vacuum pump.

- A...?
- I got it from work.

Oh. Did it come with
instructions, or...?

I thought you were supposed
to be a nurse.

Remind me never to come and get a
check-up from you, would you?

- Oh.
- Yeah. Sorry, breathe.

Looks like the...
bleeding's slowing down a bit, so...

I'm so sorry about this.

Oh... Pfft.

That's it, ladies and gentlemen.
Visiting time's over. Everyone out.

I love you. OK.

See you soon.

- All goods. - Hey, we'll be back.
- It's all good, man.

See you later, brothers.

So, have you been with an officer?

- Hey. Oi, oi. I've got a booking. Sorry, mate.
- Hey!

First in, first served, mate. All right?
The playground's around the corner.

- Hey. Get the fuck off, geezer.
- Uh, excuse me!

I'm sorry, darling. This is my little
brother. He's clearly having a bad day.

If you could come back in 15,
we can try again, OK, sweetheart?

- OK.
- OK.

What the hell was that about, Will?
I'm working here.

- Do you charge by the hour?
- What are you talking about? - I've got money.

- I can pay you for the whole night so you don't have to do this.
- This is what I do, Will.

If you had a problem with that, you
should have never gotten involved with me.

Yeah. But you shouldn't have to,
all right? I don't wanna share you.

Look, we're more than just friends.
You know that.

I will do whatever it takes
for us to be together.

Just tell me what I need to do.

I thought shippies' rules
were 'no kissing'?

Cute shot of you two lovebirds.

Would've thought hookers were a bit
beneath your noble rank, Prince?

It's not what it looks like.
OK, Mike? We're just friends.

Will just got a bit excited
for a second there.

Well, the picture's looking
a whole lot clearer now.

I mean, hooker... and the prince.

And I'm presuming Ice doesn't know
about this little party...?

- Seriously, Mike. Fuck off. You're barking up the wrong tree.
- Fuck up, Tess.

It's me.

Will, you should watch
your back for a while.

A few people might be
looking for ya.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuckin' hell.

No, no, no. I fucked this up.
I fucked this up.

Hey, hey, don't worry about it,
OK? I don't care who knows about us.

Ice is gonna slit both of our throats when he finds
out, OK? And he's gonna take my babyfrom me.

- Ice is not gonna find out.
- Why did you do this? I warned you.

I warned you not to feel anything.
I need to go and get Jerome.

- I need to go and get my son.
- Hey, Tess. Look, it is going to be OK.

All right? I'll take care of you both.
I'll make sure that you're safe.

- How the fuck are you gonna do that?
- Don't worry about that.

I won't let anything... Look at me.

I won't let anything happen to you
or Jerome. I promise you.

OK? We'll leave now.

- We'll go.
- No, no, you've got your interview, OK? You've gotta go.

- Go.
- No, no, no, no, no. Look.

Pack your stuff and bring it
to the HQ at 8 o'clock.

We'll be OK.

We better be.

What?

What'd you find?

Uh, just a bunch of weed.

Uh, and I found some
propaganda stuff.

Yeah. It was, um, just like
we expected. Yes.

Nothing to write home about.

Did you spear the, um...

the shark?

The whale?

- Whale.
- Yeah, I did.

Nice work.

Hey, this... kid's a real romantic.
Check this out.

You'll like this.

You are the sunshine
that hits the shadows of my soul.

Yeah, it's pretty bloody cheesy.

All right.

I wanna drop you home, Davis.
I need to borrow the car.

You stoned prick.

Many are now predicting that Robert Muldoon
will be the next Prime Minister of NewZealand.

His hard-line anti-immigration position
has now been coupled with a pro-life stance

in the hot-topic abortion debate.

I am deeply concerned about the left's
campaign to liberalise the abortion issue.

When... When will this stop?
I mean, essentially, it's murder.

What are your thoughts
on abortion?

Women in New Zealand have had abortions
since the first settlers arrived.

- He's weak, that guy.
- Just cos he's got a high voice, doesn't make him weak.

I'm just saying that
I much prefer Piggy, myself.

Hey, are you all right?

Look, Caro, I've... I've...
I've had a pretty long day, so...

Sometimes I don't know what
the fuck we have in common, Jim.

You're quite the welcoming
committee, aren't you

Yeah, well, you're not the only one that works
hard... here and at the fucking hospital.

What... What do you mean?

I've been working at
the hospital for weeks,

- and you haven't even noticed!
- What? What are you talking about?

You promised me. You promised me that when we
moved here, I would be able to start workagain,

- and you just kept blocking...
- Wait. Caro, have you been...

You've been lying to me
this whole time?

If you had noticed the 10 times
that I've tried to tell you,

- you would've... would've known it by now!
- Hey, Caro! Caro, calm down!

You don't... You don't need to work!
I'm making enough money

- for the both of us.
- Jesus! You're not fucking listening to me!

- I'm listening! - You're not listening.
- Hey. I'm listening.

- It's not about the money!
- Look, everything... everything I'm doing...

I'm working so fucking hard every single
day for you, for the fucking kids!

OK? And you're...
Are you still not happy?

No, I'm not!

I'm not happy.

I haven't been happy foryears.

I'm lonely,

and I'm unfulfilled.

- Mummy?
- Come on, Wendy. Stay out of it.

Daddy will be in
in a minute, sweetheart.

Caro...

Caro, don't walk away
in the middle of this.

It's not the middle.

This evening,
I'm here with Will 'Ilolahia,

Auckland University student, co-founder
and leader of the Polynesian Panthers,

a youth activist movement inspired
by the Black Panthers in the USA.

Will, welcome.

It's, uh, rather a different
environment here in New Zealand

than that of your brothers in the USA,
responding, as they are, to segregation.

Will?

I'm sorry?

I said it's, uh, rather a different environment
here in New Zealand to that of the USA,

where this movement originated.

Well, it is and it isn't, Timothy.

Elaborate for us, please.

Sure, there may not be any
laws of segregation to overcome,

but there's definitely
insidious racism and divisiveness,

and certain corners of the media and the political
arena seem committed to widening that divide.

Will, can I presume you're
speaking here of Robert Muldoon?

Amongst others, yes.

He claims that many of the increasing social
problems in New Zealand are the result of this...

open gate of illegal immigration.

It's not quite the full story,
though, is it, Timothy?

See, the majority of
Polynesian immigrants here now

came to New Zealand when
the country needed them...

welcomed them
during the boom post-War.

New Zealanders were quite happy for us to come
then, to fill the jobs that they didn't wanna do.

And now that the economy has tightened
up, we're no longer wanted.

And we're made scapegoats
for other issues.

Welcomed when we're wanted,
shunned when we're not.

Pretty difficult set of rules to
play by, wouldn't you say, Timothy?

I'd like to report
an illegal immigrant.

What concerns you the most
about Muldoon's rise in popularity?

That some people's opinions
will be worth more than others,

purely based on the
colour of their skin

or where their ancestors are from.

See, he's kicking a wedge
of division between you and I.

They're making us think
that we're so different

that we could never work together
or live together...

classic divide-and-conquer tactics.

See, what him and his cronies are essentially
saying is that, hey, when push comes to shove,

you're right and I'm wrong...

because you're more of
a New Zealander than I am?

Even though I was born here,
just like you.

Yet... you're a Kiwi.

I'm just another bloody coconut.

Police!

For someone so opposed
to divisiveness,

some might say that yours and the Panthers'
aggressive presence in the community

is just serving to make
these matters worse.

Aggressive?

That is not our intent
at all, Timothy.

See, despite our differences,
you know, I fully understand

that you and I have a lot more
in common than we do in difference.

You may have your meat
with potatoes; so do I.

Sometimes I'll have taro
with it as well.

But let's just say that
we're both cutting up our meat,

and we accidentally cut our finger
on the carving knife.

We both bleed red, brother.

We both bleed red.

We both hurt when we're told
that we're not welcome.

See, sure, we may go to different
churches or places of worship, but...

we're still praying to,
more or less, the same God

for mercy in this crazy world.

When all is said and done,
brother,...

we all just wanna belong.

We all wanna belong.

Thank you very much for your time
this evening, Will,

and thank you for watching,
New Zealand.

I'll see you all next week
on Spotlight.

Well, done, Will. Seriously.

Profound. Beyond your years.

Bo's, that was amazing work.
Let's go grab a crate, yeah?

My shout, birthday boy.

- I'll get the kid, and I'll bring him back.
- Sure.

And then I'll knock off his boys
one by one, and then his family.

You better hope I find him
before Ice does.

I don't have to go
to Aussie, guys.

Welcome to Brizzy, my brother!

You're seeing somebody else,
aren't you?

- What?
- Just admit it.

They're still bringing in unskilled
immigrants from the islands by the planeload.

- Bad politicians are elected by good citizens who don't vote!
- Excuse me.

Have you guys ever thought about what
would happen if National-Muldoon win?