Hunt for the Wilderpeople

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Here I come!

Here I come.

Mrs Faulkner?

Yes. Bella Faulkner.

Bella, Paula Hall from Child Welfare

Services. This is Ricky Baker.

Ricky Baker. Yes.

Oh, here you are.

Mm.

Ricky, I'm Bella. Uh, you can call

me Bella, or Auntie, if you like,

even though I'm not your real auntie.

But, you know, it's

a bit less formal.

Whoo. You're a big fella!

Who ate the guy who

ate all the pies, eh?

Sorry.

Well, he's nice.

Yeah. Now, uh, obviously we've got a

couple of things to talk through, Bella.

Clearly you've been briefed about his, uh,

background and also his foster care history.

Apparently he's a bit of

a handful, a real bad egg.

I mean, if you look at his file,

you'll see that for yourself.

We're talking disobedience,

stealing, spitting, running away,

throwing rocks, kicking stuff, defacing

stuff, burning stuff, loitering and graffiti.

And that's just the

stuff we know about.

But hopefully, uh, change in scene

will help straighten him out.

He's home now. He'll be OK.

OK. Well, I like your

enthusiasm. Good.

Ricky, this is your new home.

A real piece of work, this one.

Ricky!

There's no one else

who wants you, OK?

Now, Ricky, you know what the

alternative is, don't you? Eh?

Think you can make it work?

'Course we can. We'll make it work.

Move. Move it. Move!

Yeah. I've been in

this game a long time.

"No child left behind" is our motto. Well,

it's not, you know, the official motto,

but it's definitely mine.

Also, as part of the transition process,

I'll be needing to inspect your property,

just to make sure that it's

up to our high standard.

Looks fine. What do you think,

Constable Tappert?

Andy!

Yeah, it looks cool.

Yeah. We'll be coming in every eight

weeks or so, just to check in on, uh...

Who's that Crocodile Dundee

guy over there?

Oh, that's my husband, Hector.

Whoa. He's giving

that pig a piggyback.

Well, I see he has a rifle.

Just keep it away from this little guy.

God knows what he's capable of.

OK, he's all yours. No returns.

Oh, I'm just joking.

OK. You've got my number, so just, uh,

ring me if you've got any trouble. OK?

Bye, Ricky.

Wow, what a shocker, eh

OK, let's go, Andy.

Ricky, this is Hec. You can

call him Uncle, if you like.

No, he can't.

What do you want to do?

Are you hungry?

That's a silly question,

isn't it? Look at you.

Mm?

You ever worked on a farm before

or you just... ornamental?

Hec. Just remember when we first met,

you weren't much good to anyone.

Just a scruffy white drifter who

smelled like methylated spirits.

Goodnight.

Eh? What's that, dear?

Goodnight.

Oh...

Jeez, Hec. You bloody idiot.

What?

Ricky?

Buddy? Are you OK?

Sorry about Hec. He's a

silly old goat, that's all.

OK, well, I hope you

like your room, petal.

They said you liked to read, so

I got a bunch of books for you,

and you'll also notice an Indian lamp,

a bulldog lamp, and some cats,

and a nice sharp knife to

kill monsters in the night.

I can't imagine what you've been through,

boy. You know, I can't imagine it was easy.

But you're here now.

This is home.

Anyway, it's really nice to have

you here, and I left a hottie in your bed.

We'll see you in the morning.

OK?

OK, Ricky?

OK.

Nigh-night, then.

See you in the morning.

Jeez, boy, it's a miracle we found you

You made it all of 200m.

I was just taking a break.

Hec's cooking breakfast.

Eggs, bacon, a few sossies

on the side,... pancakes.

Come on. Have some breakfast,

then you can run away.

Oh man. I got poop on my kicks.

Go away, insect!

Good pancake.

So, what's your dog's name?

Zag.

You should get another

one and name it Zig.

Bella told me to tell you that...

you should give me something to do.

Is there anything you want me to do?

Yeah,... leave me alone.

Cool.

Morning.

Morning. I thought

you were running away.

I did, but I forgot something,

so I came back.

Oh. Good for you, Ricky.

Good to see some initiative.

You ever been up in

that jungle before?

Oh, it's not a jungle; it's the bush. There's

about a million hectares of it, buddy.

You said "bush".

I'm from up there,

deep in the mountains.

You ever go back much?

Not for a long time. It's a

hard journey, easy to get lost.

We got a lake up there

called Makutekahu.

It's so high up it wets

the cloak of the sky.

It's the first place our spirits

go on their way to Reinga.

Yeah, when my time comes,

that's where I'll go too.

Man, you guys got a lot

of dead stuff round here.

Mm.

Saw a dead sheep the other day.

Had maggots in it.

There's heaps of maggots,

maggots wriggling in that sheep

like moving rice. Yuck.

That was my haiku about maggots.

It's called "Maggots".

This counsellor lady made me

do them when I got in trouble.

They help me express my feelings.

They're poems made up of-

Yeah. I know what a haiku is.

I got heaps of them...

want to hear another one?

Sure.

OK.

"Kingi, you wanker.

"You arsehole.

I hate you heaps.

"Please die soon in pain."

That was called "Kingi, you Wanker".

Yeah, yeah. OK. Got ya. Got ya.

That's enough haikus for today.

Come on. Sit down.

Come and give me a hand.

Well, it's like this,

and then you put it in this bag.

Easy.

Here you go. You have a go.

Do you want to try something else?

Yes, please.

I'm imagining I'm a Maori warrior, and that

bottle over there is a British soldier,

and I'm defending all my wives.

All right, Te Kooti.

Well, you just keep the target

above the little notch in the sight.

And then when you're ready,

you just breathe-

Bloody hell!

So, what are we hunting?

Oh, anything.

Deer, if we're lucky.

Can we shoot one of

those horses up there?

Oh, I'll give- I'll give you

one guess what my answer will be.

Well, can I ride one?

Nobody can ride them;

they're too wild.

Why do they need

to be ridden, anyway?

Well, that's what they're there for.

Why can't they just eat grass and

be horses and leave it at that, eh?

OK, OK. I was just

making conversation.

Shh.

Pig! Come on!

What?

Whoo-hoo-hoo-hoo!

That's dinner sorted!

Whoa! Want to help me gut it?

# Ricky Baker, now

you are 13 years old.

# You are a teenager,

and you're as good as gold.

# Ricky Baker-

Oh.

# Ricky Baker, happy birthday. #

# Once rejected, now accepted #

# by me and Hector. #

# We're a trifecta.

# Ricky Baker,

ah, Ricky Baker, #

# ah, Ricky Baker, #

# ah, ah, Ricky Baker, ah ah, #

# Ricky Baker, ah, ah,

Ricky Baker, ah, ah, #

# Ricky... Baker... #

Hip hip!

Hooray!

Go on, blow out your candles.

OK.

Hector, do you think it's time

we gave Ricky his present?

Thank you, Auntie!

Thank you, Uncle!

Feed him, clean up after him.

He's yours- you're responsible.

This is the best

birthday I've ever had.

I think it's the only

birthday I've ever had.

What are you gonna call him?

Um, still thinking. Something

fierce to reflect its true nature.

Either Psycho, Megatron...

or Tupac.

What's a Tupac?

It's just my- this really cool rapper,

and he's, like, my best friend.

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