Hunt for the Wilderpeople

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.

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.

ZAG BARKS Shh.

Pig! Come on!

What?

Whoo-hoo-hoo-hoo! That's dinner sorted!

Whoa! Want to help me gut it?

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.

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?