The Dark Horse Page #6

---

Michael Manihera, 13. Rangimarie, 19.

Murray, 21.

All in.

Long live Eastern Knights.

Long live the king!

Go get 'em. Go on.

Go on, go!

Not you. You can stay.

You stay here.

Go, Eastern Knights!

Check.

Mate.

Good game.

F***!

Rangi.

They're dropping like flies, Gen.

Yeah, we're not out yet.

Yeah. Yo!

Yo!

yo!

Yes!

Shut up, Gen.

There are still games going

on, all right? Thank you.

Check.

Mana, come on.

Just win one game.

One game, please. Just one game.

Check.

Check...

Mate. Checkmate. That's checkmate.

- Yep.

- it is?

I won.

Gen, I won!

Okay, we're gonna take a break for

the day and commence tomorrow.

All right, now,

congratulations to all those players

that managed to gel through.

See you tomorrow.

There ya go.

Get ya the other bag tomorrow, eh?

These are all good kids.

You did awesome today, Mana.

I beat that fella, eh?

Nah.

You thrashed that fella.

No one ever thought I'd do that.

Gen...

I know Dad said I couldn't come.

I know you made that up.

When we go back,

don't do anything, okay?

Promise?

What if you didn't go back?

That's where I belong.

He's dying.

Did you know that?

Promise you won't do anything.

I seen you steal that poster.

Watching everything, ain't ya?

You should do it.

You could win.

Become The Dark Horse again.

Guys, come out here!

I've got something to show you!

Okay, is everyone here?

Is everyone here?

'A.

What are you doing down the back?

I got this for you

because I want you all

to look awesome tomorrow.

- Are you ready?

- Yup.

- Ready?

- Yup.

Hey, don't snatch.

It's got your name on it.

- Hey, that's mine!

- Rusty, that's yours.

Come on, Rusty.

Good morning, everybody. Welcome back.

Before we begin,

just a polite reminder.

Could we please have silence

during the games?

Right. Please wait for the buzzer.

What's he doing, the Sicilian?

Yep.

Yes!

Please, Mana. Please, Mana.

No!

It's a gambit.

- Good game.

- Good game.

It's all good, Gen. It's all good.

It's all good.

Now go straight to the left.

Keep it on the left.

Control the centre.

Control the centre!

- Excuse me, sir.

- Eh?

Please don't yell out at the players

during the game.

Sorry, sorry, 570'-

Welcome back to this year's

New Zealand

Junior Chess Championship Final.

Michael Manihera, Tom Davis,

please take your seats.

Yo, Gen, what do you do

when you're really f***in' nervous?

Michael Manihera.

I just remember that deep down

we're all the same.

Michael Manihera.

That fella over there,

he's just as scared as you are.

Michael Manihera, it's your last call.

- Good luck.

- You too, bro.

No.

Come on, Michael.

Coordinate, coordinate.

Coordinate the play, come on.

Take it. Take it, take it.

Make the trade.

Make the trade!

I'm so sorry.

I'm sorry, yeah.

This is your last warning, then I

have to ask you to leave the hall.

I understand, yes. I'm sorry.

I'm so sorry.

Just, please.

Don't fall for that.

Don't fall for that.

Don't fall for it. Don't fall for it!

Gen, please!

Burn the school down, Manihera!

That's it, sir.

Please, you're gonna have to leave.

I'm so sorry. I'm gone.

I'm sorry. I'm gone.

You're the king, okay?

Give him your energy.

I'm sorry.

Develop, coordinate.

Coordinate all your pieces.

Just look for the combos.

Combinations, combinations.

That's right, get a flow, active flow.

Don't leave anyone behind.

You need everybody.

A net. You catch the sun.

That's how you catch the sun.

You get a net. And you...

Keep it positive, positive, positive.

- Gen!

.What? what? what, '

What?

He won! He won!

Eastern Knights! Eastern Knights!

- Long live Eastern Knights!

- Long live the king!

- Gen!

- Burn the school...

Get in the car.

Move, boy!

- Where's Gen going?

- Just get your stuff, eh?

Get your bags, your jackets,

and we'll meet in the car.

- Get your trophy.

- Yeah.

Meet in the van.

Why don't you crash

at mine tonight, cuz?

No, I'll be all right.

But I'll come over first thing

in the morning, then, my brother.

All good.

Thank you.

Proud of you. Proud.

Hey, Gen.

Stability, eh?

Mam Get up.

Mana, it's time to go.

Come on, get up. Get up, get up.

Boy's been f***in' patched now.

Too f***in' late, eh, cuz?

Take it off. Get it off.

What, are you f***in' kidding me?

Stop it, Mutt!

Go easy, cuz.

What, you got something

you wanna f***in' say, bro?

How many times you been pissed on?

How many times before

you stopped crying?

F*** you!

F*** you!

Mum

F*** you, motherf***er.

Mafia.

Come on.

It's gonna be all right.

What the f*** are you doing?

Your boy was f***in' given to me.

You ain't callin' f***in'

sh*t around here.

Shut up, Mutt!

Shut the f*** up. Just

shut the f*** up!

F***in' get back here,

you f***in' hear me?

Keep walking.

Think you can f***in'

walk off like that, boy?

You f***in' belong to me now, boy.

- You're f***in' mine.

- Hey!

Don't look back.

Rate this script:0.0 / 0 votes