Hunt for the Wilderpeople Page #2

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Are you gonna run away tonight?

Not sure.

No, oh, it's cool with me.

Just make sure you're

back by breakfast.

OK.

So happy we found you, buddy.

Sorry it took so long.

Me too.

Nigh-night, Ricky.

Night, Auntie.

Where are you going, Tupac?

Come on.

Man!

Ohhh!

Oh, Bella!

You know, sometimes in life,

it seems like there's no way out-

like a sheep trapped in

a maze designed by wolves.

And you know that if

you're ever in that situation,

there are always

two doors to choose from.

And through the first door- oh,

it's easy to get through that door-

and on the other side waiting for you are

all the nummiest treats you can imagine-

Fanta, Doritos, L&P,

Burger Rings, Coke Zero.

But you know what? There's also another door,

not the Burger Ring door, not the Fanta door;

another door that's

harder to get through.

Guess what's on the other side?

Anyone want to take a guess?

Vegetables?

N- No, not vegeta-

No.

Jesus?

You would think Jesus. I thought Jesus the

first time I-I-I-I came across that door.

It's not Jesus.

It's another door.

And guess what's on the

other side of that door?

Jesus.

Jesus. Yeah, Jesus.

He's tricky like that, Jesus.

So let us pray, to Jesus, please,

and make it a bit easier to get

through those doors, uh, to find you

and your bounty of

delicious confectionary.

Thank you, Selena.

Take it away.

Dinner. It's a bit burnt.

Here.

Read this.

Out loud.

"From the

Child Welfare people.

"Mr Hector Faulkner.

"This is Paula Hall from

Child Welfare writing to you.

"I'm sorry to hear about

your recent bereavement.

"However, in light of

the altered circumstances,

"the current situation regarding

Ricky's care will have to be reviewed.

"As of June the 1st, I will be

taking him back into state custody

"until alternative

arrangements can be made.

"Rest assured I am working tireless

to find a new home for Ricky.

"And you can expect a visit next

week for Ricky's collection.

"Sincerely, Paula Hall,

Ministry of Child Welfare."

Like hell! They can't do that!

Yeah, they can.

But I live here now.

It's my home!

Not any more, it isn't. Not in their

eyes. Not without a woman to run the show.

Why don't we just get you a new wife? There's

plenty of ladies on the internet, I heard.

Too soon?

What if we just keep living here,

and if they try to take the farm,

we'll just have a

shootout, like Scarface.

Except we don't have any cocaine.

You can't change this, Ricky.

You're gonna go back, and you're

gonna stick it out in a new home. OK?

There's no way that's happening.

Well, I'm gonna go bush. I'm

gonna... disappear for a while.

Disappear? Yeah,

that sounds more like me.

Come on! We'll be a team!

Oh, for God's sake. You wouldn't

last five minutes out there.

But Auntie Bella said

you had to look after me!

Can you just give me some privacy?

I heard they do experiments

at the Boys' Home-

waterboarding, torture,

that sort of thing.

This one boy got thrown acid on his

face because he asked for more Weet-Bix.

Hey, you can't put Auntie in a box.

Give it a rest.

But she wanted to go

to the sky place.

She's gone, OK? That's life- one day you're

here, and the next you're in a bloody box.

Just get this into your head, boy- it

was Bella that wanted you here, not me.

I know you think this

can work, but it can't.

So the welfare people are coming

on Friday. They're coming to get you.

That's that, then?

Yep... that's that.

That's that.

Goodbye, Ricky Baker.

FLAMES WHOOSH Uh-oh.

Come on, Tupac! Come on, Tupac!

# Out alone in the middle

of the ocean blue.

Whoa!

# Leave the world behind I

guess I never really knew.

# So many people, so many worlds.

# Don't you worry about me.

# Don't you worry about...

Five down, 10 to go. Come on,

Ricky. Stick on the rations.

# I belong in the middle

of the ocean blue.

# I'm getting nowhere, but that

shouldn't really bother you.

Stuff this,

Tupac. We're going home.

# Don't you worry about me. #

Are you lost?

Oh!

No.

Yeah, you are.

Told you you wouldn't last more

than five minutes out here.

You got yourself very lost.

I'm amazed how lost you got.

I move fast. I've got my

own thing going on here-

Ricky Town.

Population- Ricky.

Yeah, well. You're going

back to Reality Town.

Like hell. I live here now.

Like hell.

I've got better things to do

than to run around the bush

looking for little

shits like you. So get up.

I hate you.

Well, I hate you too.

I hope you die.

Me too!

You may as well just kill me now.

Don't kill me.

Anyway, I'm excited

to go back to the city.

Good.

Can't wait. I hate it here-

so much dirt.

It's going to be cool.

Get me some new gears, become a drug

dealer, a rapper, and die in a drive-by.

Just keep an eye on

where you're going.

This is wet.

I'm hungry. Where are we?

Shut it.

I hate the bush.

Shut it.

My shoes are wet.

You're the useless bugger who got lost

in the first place. You remember that.

You don't even have a map.

Where's our map?

Don't need one.

I know where I am.

Probably couldn't

even read it anyway.

Why would I need to read a map?

I already told you- I know where I am.

Reading is stupid anyway.

Only people who can't read

say things like that.

What?

No. You can't read?!

Watch it, pal.

You're like one of those people who are, like,

raised by, like, wolves or something, eh?

Ooga booga! Me Hec- me no read!

What's this? This is words.

Me stupid.

You little bast-

Ah, my foot.

You OK?

No. I'm not OK. This is all your fault,

you little bastard!

Come on, let's get you comfortable.

I don't really think

you're a bastard.

Yeah, you do. That's OK,

because I think you're a bastard too.

Anyway, it's good. It's...

healthy to get these feelings out.

Can you move it yet?

'Course I can't. It's fractured.

Take weeks to heal.

OK, Debbie Downer, can we think

of something more positive?

Maybe you could... write a

haiku to express your feelings.

A what?

Lost in the forest.

A sore ankle, poor uncle.

Oh well, never mind.

Oh God, we really need

to get out of here.

Do you want me to go find help?

I'd die, wouldn't I?

No, we've got no choice but to

camp out here for a few weeks.

But I'm hungry!

There's plenty to eat

if you know where to look.

Well, I don't know where to look, Hector.

And also, I ran out of toilet paper.

Give me some of yours.

Eh?

I've gotta poop. I need a poop,

you need a poop. We all poop.

Use a leaf.

A leaf?

I hate you.

And bury it!

I'll bury you.

This ain't no charred foster kid.

How can you tell, Paula?

Does this look like a

human head to you, Andy?

Where are you, Ricky Baker?

Hey, I reckon the old man chopped

him up, buried him somewhere-

Or ate him.

Something definitely happened,

but I'm wondering what.

OK, I'm gonna need you to shut up, Andy,

because you're doing my frickin' head in.

Come on, let's go.

This ain't over by a Mangaweka mile.

Get me the police.

It's an emergency.

Hey, whoa, Paula.

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