Hunt for the Wilderpeople Page #3

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I am the police.

I mean real ones, Andy.

Ones with guns.

# Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh. Yeah.

Hey, Uncle, wanna

listen to my Walkman?

No.

Where are you going?

Hunting.

Like hell.

You can thank me later.

Tupac!

TUPAC BARKS Yeah, yeah.

Did you get any food?

What the hell is that?

Salad.

What? I'd like to see

you do any better.

Never eaten a slug before.

Where did you get it?

It's an eel.

Got it down the creek.

Yeah, but how? With what?

Oh, I don't know. The knack.

Oh yeah, the knack.

What's that? How do you get it?

It's not a thing. It's just-

You just get it. It's a...

Oh, it's a way of, um-

it's a way of figuring things out

without having to think too hard or...

or talk, more importantly.

You know, most people who die in

the bush- they're found naked.

Ew.

Yeah, they panic, and they think

their clothes are slowing them down.

They throw them away, and

then the cold gets to them.

But the trick is-

this is the knack-

you stay calm, you look for water,

you follow it to high ground

until you can see what's going on.

What would you do if I got

lost today? Would you miss me?

Well, you- you didn't get lost,

so... that's good.

Do you miss Auntie Bella?

Shh.

Yeah, you're still processing.

You got to do that when sad

things happen- process it.

That's like when my mate Amber died.

I processed that for ages.

Who's Amber?

We were in a home

together for a while,

and she went to this new family and

then started getting in trouble,

telling stories about the dad.

And then one day she was just dead.

What do you mean dead? How?

Don't know. No one told me.

This slug is actually pretty good.

Come on, it's time

to get out of here.

Yes! Yes! Yes, yes,

yes, yes, yes! Yes!

OK. We'll stay here the night, and we'll

be back at the farm by tomorrow arvo.

Yes!

There's beds, books!

Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes!

Toilet paper!

A nice, warm fire.

DOGS BARK Get out, you mongrels.

Come on. Come on. Give me some bars so I

can communicate with the outside world.

Ricky,...

take a look at this.

Oh, Uncle. We're famous!

"Hector Faulkner,

65, and Richard Baker, 13,

"have been missing now for six weeks.

"Faulkner is Cauc...

"Cauc... Asian."

Wow, they got that wrong,

because you're obviously white.

"There is a fear for Faulkner's mental health

following the recent death of his wife.

"Police are not ruling

out kidnapping." Kidnapping!

"Park rangers have been alerted

for anyone seeing the pair

"should report back to the

nearest police station." Ho!

Uncle, you're basically a criminal now.

But on the bright side, you're famous.

They think I'm crazy.

And Asian.

Hey, you know when the Wildebeests

migrate, they walk up to a thousand miles.

Is that heaps?

Yeah. Heaps.

Just like us.

Walking, walking,

trying to get somewhere.

Looking for a better home.

Gidday.

Jeez, eh. Whoo. Got a lot of explaining to

do. A lot of people looking for you two.

Yeah, we know.

I did my ankle back in one of the valleys.

And, uh, we're on the way out now.

Well,...

wait till they hear

we caught you in a hut.

Well, we weren't hiding. The boy got himself

lost, and, uh, I'm bringing him back.

Whoa. Cool gun, bro. What do you

guys shoot with this? Sparrows?

Mm, sometimes.

He hurt you, son?

Nah. I fell in some

prickles one time.

Did he push you in those prickles?

Yeah, probably. Did he push

you in the prickles, mate?

Leave him alone.

You shut your trap, old fulla.

I'd go get some rest if I was you.

You've got a long walk tomorrow.

First of all, you

watch how you talk to me.

And second of all,

you can take him,

but I'm staying here.

Like hell. People want answers.

Yeah, answers.

Look, we got lost; I got injured.

He's fine. It was basically a holiday.

Not a real holiday,

because he made me do stuff.

Like what?

Just stuff. He had a sore leg,

so he made me do things for him.

It was hard at first, because my hands

are so soft. But I got used to it.

I didn't really want to do it,

but it was the only way to survive.

Well, it wasn't always hard.

Sometimes I got to do my own thing.

He pretty much never

joined in with me, though.

I asked if he wanted

to play with me, but...

he would just make

me play with myself.

I feel sick. I feel sick, Hugh.

Well- Hang on. He doesn't

know what he means.

You're a bloody pervert.

What did you call me?

You heard him.

Yeah, you heard him, you old perv.

Hey! He's not a pervert,

you d*ckhead!

Shut up, Ricky.

Yeah, shut up, Ricky.

Hey, only I get to

tell him to shut up.

Oooh. Brainwasher.

You're going to jail, you pervert.

Want to say that again?

Say it again.

Going to jail,...

you pervert.

Get off, you mongrel!

Sh*t just got real!

Back up, homies, and

let go of my uncle!

It's OK, kid. You can put it down.

He won't hurt you anymore.

I said get away from my uncle.

Ricky, give me that.

Get down!

Ricky, get their guns. Take the

bolts out. We're getting out of here.

Yeah. Sh*t just got real.

Hey!

You're dead, old man.

Yeah, dead meat, you old perv!

You've had it, mate!

There's no chance for you!

Get up.

Straight up that was the most

gangster sh*t I've ever done.

You idiot. And what were you talking about

back there? Do you know what that sounds like?

No!

Ohhh!

They're gonna put me away for sure.

Bastards.

Yeah, bastards. Hear what

that guy called me? Pervert!

We need more guns,...

Oh God. What am I gonna do?

... hand grenades,...

Think. I've got to think.

... maybe a rocket launcher.

They're gonna come for us.

Yeah, Police.

Awesome.

No, it's not awesome,

Ricky, it's serious.

Yeah, but no one got hurt.

You're not dangerous.

Yeah, well, I am to them.

I've been to prison.

Gangster! For what?

Manslaughter.

Double gangster!

You need a teardrop tattoo.

Oh, I was young.

It was a drunken fight.

Did my time, but...

they won't see it like that.

I'll just tell them you

were looking after me.

It doesn't matter what you tell them; they won't

believe you. They'll think I made you do it.

I'm not going back to jail.

I'm better off up here.

This is no place for a kid.

You're going to have to go back, Ricky.

To what?

Well, to the welfare people.

No.

They'll look after you.

No, they won't.

They'll find you another home.

You'll be fine.

No. You're not listening! Nobody listens.

There's no more homes, just juvie!

What's juvie?

Juvenile prison.

They don't care about kids like me.

They just keep moving

us around until...

something happens, like... Amber.

Oh, no. Bugger that.

OK, OK. We're in about a million

hectares of bush- that's big.

It's big enough to enough to

hide in for a while, anyway.

Good enough for me.

But we're heading into winter. It's gonna be

rough- no huts, no tents, real bush life.

Can you handle that?

I can handle it.

Yeah. And if you play up, I dump ya.

OK, Uncle.

I'd still prefer if

you don't call me Uncle.

OK, Hec. So what do we do now?

We run.

Wait, wait, wait.

No, no.

No, we don't need to run.

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