Fresh Meat Page #4

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Please don't judge me by my color.

I might be white, but

I've got a Maori heart.

- I feel Maori, Rina. I really do.

- Who is it?

- It's a friend of Rina's.

- Which friend?

It's just Shaun from over the road.

Well, don't be rude. Tell him

to come in. We can have him for dinner.

Hmm.

- Is that your Dad?

- Go.

If Dr. Crane met me, and

understood that I'm more

than just some slightly

too old paper boy...

he'd get to see the

real me, the likeable me.

Go.

- And then, you and I could...

- Go home. No...

Shaun! Don't!

- Everyone, this is...

- Called Shaun Armstrong. How are ya?

- I've been reading your books, Dr. Crane.

- Really.

- You're familiar with my work?

- Well, I'm just starting to study it.

- He's lying.

- Shaun wouldn't lie, would you?

What was the book about, dear?

- Is, eh...eh, dinosaurs, was it?

- I get it.

You're sweet talking the father, so

you can get in my daughter's panties.

That'd be a complete waste of time

when the daughter's a puppy licker.

- Oh, you're experimenting with seafood?

- No, Mom, eh, Rina likes munching rug.

- Glenn, shut up!

- Rug munching?

Sometimes, to save hot water,

me and the other girls at

school, would shower together.

It's no big deal.

How sweet. Now, Shaun, eat up,

there's plenty to go around.

Eh, Shaun can't stay.

He has to be somewhere.

Look, the boy's accepted our

offer for dinner. Enough.

- You don't like my cooking, Shaun?

- No. No, of course I do. It's...

- It's just that, um...

- He's not hungry.

- No. It's just that I-I...

- He doesn't like food.

- Rina, I can speak for myself.

- I don't eat meat, Mrs. Crane.

That can't be, dear.

You're wearing the bone of

an animal around your neck.

Oh, this sperm whale was already dead.

I helped Spin Ateniya remove its bones.

Afterward we'd wept and

prayed over them, the tribe

presented me with this

cut piece of vertebrae.

And blessed me with a Maori name.

- Don't, Shaun.

- Asha Nua.

Or "He who builds bridges

between the worlds. "

Why is that funny?

Because Asha Nua has

nothing to do with bridges.

That means "big nose".

And did your tribe tell you that it's

rude to sit at a Maori table and not eat?

Especially that tasty morsel.

It's the best part.

Drop it. Now.

Very, um...

gamey.

- Just drop it, you dumb f***.

- Oops, language.

That's the way, boy. Come on. Eat up.

Goodness, is that...?

An ear?

Index finger.

Tasty.

So what...what did I just eat?

Run!

Come with me, I'm not leaving you here.

Come on!

Don't bruise the meat.

Rina?

Let him go.

Rina, you have to have a serious

think about where your loyalties lie.

Who you worship has

nothing to do with Shaun.

Rina!

It's time you were blooded.

Lift it high and strike

through the neck. Here.

No.

Well, all right. Would you rather kill her?

I'm sorry, Shaun.

I'm sorry I was born into a

family that eats people.

I'm so sorry you had the bad

luck of being my friend.

Just get it over with.

Look, I accept that cannibalism was

once a part of the Maori way of life.

Oh, we're not Maori cannibals. We're

cannibals...that just happen to be Maori.

I love you.

- Whatever you are.

- He's way too nice, Dad.

God, don't call me nice, Rina. I'm a man!

- I'm a man.

- Just do it now.

If I have to be murdered by

anyone, I'd want it to be by you.

My pocket.

I've kissed it, like a thousand times.

I know that there is another world.

A world where people and

animals are friends.

Where the dawn-chorus of birds that

once filled the air of Outoudor

with song, has returned.

Where commercial whaling

is a distant memory.

Where there's no war, or pollution.

Where people embrace an

environmentally-sustainable life style.

Where Maoris and Pkeh are as one.

And all the children are

bilingual...and also learning Samoan.

Where the green party runs the government

- and whales are important.

- For God's sake!

Free.

Watch her.

You're insane.

This whole place is insane.

Rina, this place is the engine

and these dead people are the fuel.

And they will carry us

to a greater destination.

What destination?

- What is he raving about, Glenn?

- There's a golden glory coming.

A strength that every Solomonite will have.

- A new dawn...

- Snap out of it!

He's deranged. You're

killing people, Glenn.

Why do you always have to make

- everything so hard for yourself.

- Glenn!

He's making it all up. He's

just on some power trip.

Oww! Glenn! Glenn!

No! Glenn!

I'm your sister!

- Go around this.

- Around the house that way.

Back the chopper off.

Well, Professor?

How's this gonna go?

I'm thinking.

Hello? This is the police negotiator.

Is that Paul Tan?

Are the hostages... ?

Is everybody all right?

Hello?

Yeah, this Paul Tan.

Hostage okay. But you f***

with me, they all f***ing dead.

What's your name?

This is Detective

Inspector Jimmy Katene.

Okay, Mr. Jimmy. This what I want.

Okay, I want a hairy copter

with a pirot. I wanted a...

A hairy what?

A hairy copter with a pirot. Deliver it in

one hour, in front of hou on the road. Okay?

And make sure it got a full tank.

You got that? A**hole.

- Yeah.

- Okay. Demand number two:

At Central University, there's Associate

Professor. He very clever man.

But white people conspire to stop him

moving up academic rank because he's Maori.

I want him to have

professorship now. His name...

Yeah, yeah.

Hold on, hold on.

Hold on?

I won't f***ing hold on!

I don't get this. What is...Tan

brothers' Maori activists?

- They're Asian.

- What type of Asian?

- Huh?

- "Asian" is a broad

term that covers many

different cultural groups.

Oh, who gives a sh*t, really?

Japanese, Chinese, Taiwanese.

They all look the same to me.

That's because you're a moron.

Ignorant son-of-a-...

Paul Tan's old man was Tommy Tan.

Used to be this fruit-and-veg

out of Oteki for years.

Often front for drugs.

He's in sh*t up to his ears and he's

still got time to make racial slurs.

Paul Tan just messed

with the wrong Maori.

You're not getting a f***ing chopper.

Bloody redneck! No one speaks to

Solomon Smith's high priest like that.

- So, it's high priest now, is it?

- I have always been the high priest.

You know, and it's not like

anyone else applied for the job.

You don't even believe in

Solomon Smith, do you?

Swing to me.

Swing.

Swing to me, okay?

I keep getting it wrong, then.

There, keep going.

Look, I know you've been through some

terrible stuff since I was away.

I know Mom's fed you people and

Dad's f***ed with your mind.

But, please, we have to

get out of here. Now!

I'm not ten anymore, Rina.

You can't tell me what to do.

Hey.

I know that Mr. Updike

is some kind of crazy...

Don't say his name. Don't

you dare say his name.

- He's dead. He doesn't exist anymore!

- But he did exist, didn't he?

And he hurt you.

Oh, my poor baby brother.

Why did you have to come

back and mess everything up.

Glenn!?

That went well.

You're not the only one

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