(TENSE, EERIE MUSIC) (TENSE, EERIE MUSIC CONTINUES) (FOOTSTEPS SCUFFLE) (OMINOUS, DARK MUSIC) (DOG WHINES) (DOG BARKS) (TENSE, PERCUSSIVE MUSIC RISES) (MUSIC FADES) - (SPEAKS TE REO MAORI) (LAUGHTER) Yep. (SIGHS) Got our boy back. Mean. Eh, hon? We never let go, son. That CYFS lawyer and her crowbar. (EXHALES HEAVILY) (SIGHS) She was deadly. Deadly on the court fees too. (CAMERA WHIRRS) (MOUSE, KEYBOARD CLICKS) - Assault. Youth Corrections. 17 this Friday. (KEYS CLACK) - WOMAN: He's a minor? (FIRE CRACKLES) (WOMAN SINGS IN TE REO MAORI) (ALL CHANT) - Ah, shit. That's the best line yet. - Nice and easy, Fox. Ah, that's better than his line. 'It was the lawyer's fault.' - You sure about that, boss? All I know ` Rua Kenana was 99 years ago. The police were here 99 years ago. YELLS: But when your pig cop mate dragged me to court, I never seen you! I sure as hell never seen you! And it was only the judge laughing! - Six fucking months, Ma! Dodging prison guards! - Get off me! - Hey there, boy. Hey. Hey, hey, hey. - Fox. Get out of there. - Kati. No, no. - Hey, hey, hey. Whoa, whoa. - Son. Put it down, boy. - TEARFULLY: Where were you? (BANG!) (DARK SYNTH MUSIC) (TENSE, PERCUSSIVE MUSIC) (TENSE, PERCUSSIVE MUSIC CONTINUES) (DEVICE VIBRATES) (OMINOUS MUSIC BUILDS) (BOOM! DOOR CLANGS) - Put your guns down, or I'll shoot him! Put your guns down! (PROJECTILES BANG, SQUELCH) Ah, shit. - Time! Phil, Ren, you win the people's choice award. (SCATTERED LAUGHTER) As for you losers, what, did you get a phone call from your wife, G? - Gallagher? (CLEARS THROAT) - Gallagher here, sir, on the line with me. - Yeah, of course. OK. Receiving. - Tame's now recruiting minors. (BANG!) - I see. - Front row have reviewed everything, including the lady. H pushed you forward. - Thanks. Uh, look, sir, in regards to your decision, if you're saying that I'm the new cap... - Captaincy's outcome-dependent. Right now, we're in 'safe hands' mode. - Understood, sir, but in tactics, whoever leads the charge usually checks the pitch first. If we're going into a red zone with unstable minors, as you say` - H gave me your name ` not Kimiora, not Gibson. - I'd be in and out, sir. Get the lay of the land. - Brief's at 1000 hours. (MAN GRUNTS) - (HUMS) (GROANS SOFTLY) (COUGHS) (GRUNTS, MUTTERS) - (GRUNTS) Hey. - (GRUNTS) - (SIGHS) (HUMS MELODICALLY) (WATER RUSHES LOUDLY) (CONTINUES HUMMING) (WATER STOPS) (GRUNTS SOFTLY) (SIGHS) (GROANS SOFTLY) - (SIGHS) - (SCOFFS) (BIRDSONG) (PENSIVE GUITAR MUSIC) (ZIP BUZZES) (STIRRUPS JANGLE) (BIRDS CHIRP) (HOOVES CLOP) (REGGAE-STYLE GUITAR MUSIC) - Aargh! (ENGINE REVS LOUDLY) Yeah! (LAUGHS) Let's go. Let's go. Come on! (LAUGHS) (CHUCKLES) Yeah! Get up! Get up! (LAUGHS) (PENSIVE MUSIC) (BIRDS CHIRP) (HORSE SNORTS) (CELL PHONE RINGS) (KEYS JANGLE) (HISS!) - Eh? - Ah. Ae. (WHISTLES, CLICKS TONGUE) (ENGINE RUMBLES) (PENSIVE MUSIC) (CHILDREN CHANT IN TE REO MAORI) - Ahh! (CHILDREN CHATTER) (ENGINE RUMBLES) (PENSIVE MUSIC CONTINUES) (BRAKES HISS) (CHILDREN SING IN TE REO MAORI) - Here. (SINGING CONTINUES) (LAUGHS) (CHUCKLES) (CHILDREN CHATTER) (PENSIVE MUSIC CONTINUES) (ON PHONE) (TELEPHONE BEEPS) - Sis. (ENGINE RUMBLES) (HANDBRAKE CLICKS) (ENGINE STOPS, KEYS RATTLE) (PENSIVE MUSIC) (CHILDREN CHATTER, LAUGH) (WATCH BEEPS) (CHILDREN GROAN) (MICROWAVE WHIRRS) (DING!) - (GRUNTS) (GROANS) - Oh, hey! - Ae, ae, ae. - (CHUCKLES) - Tame. - Tame! - (CHUCKLES) (DOOR SHUTS) (BIRDS CHIRP) - Ah, Rusty. (SIGHS) - (EXHALES SOFTLY) (CHILDREN THUMP WINDOWS) (ENGINE WHIRRS) (OMINOUS MUSIC BUILDS) - (SIGHS) (CROWD CHANT IN TE REO MAORI) (MAN YELLS IN TE REO MAORI) (SCOFFS) (LIQUID SPLASHES) I love this guy. - Did you put H up to this? - Shut up, G. It was always you. - OK. - Wilson's been tracking you all year. - Ah. What else are you not telling me? - There's a big dot on a big fish. - Who? - The one with the crooked teeth. - The Prime Minister? Come on. Tame's not pulling that trigger, surely. - (EXHALES HEAVILY) East Timor last year ` me, Phil and Ren. Peacekeeping. It was a bloody mess. Who'd pull a trigger when you can blood a kid, and he can pull it for you? Tell your wife about your promotion? - I haven't sealed the deal yet. - That's what she told me after your honeymoon. Bro. - K, don't ask any dumb questions at the briefing, eh? - Hey! Then he'll know you're not there. (CAR DOOR SHUTS) (CHILDREN CHATTER, LAUGH) - (SPEAKS TE REO MAORI) (CELL PHONE RINGS, CHILDREN CHATTER LOUDLY) - Taff. (CHILDREN GRUNT, LAUGH) - Rusty? - Rusty! Rusty! (CHILDREN CHEER) CHILDREN: Whoa, Rusty! - Sucker! - Whoo-hoo! - (CHUCKLES) (ENGINE REVS) (BELL CHIMES) (HYDRAULICS HISS) (DINGING CONTINUES) - Kia ora, Koro. - Kia ora, Koro. (BELL CHIMES REPEATEDLY) - Blake. - (CHUCKLES) (CAR HORN HONKS) (LAUGHS) Oh, my! (LAUGHS) (BIRDSONG) - Waikura? (HORSE SNORTS) (WHISTLES SOFTLY) (WOMEN CHATTER) - Whoa, whoa. - Blake. (WOMEN CHATTER, LAUGH) (BIRDS CHIRP) - Try again now. (STARTER MOTOR STUTTERS) - Nah. - Technical term is a 'cry for help'. Give him some space. What's the story, guys? - Uh, we're headed to the lake. - Waikaremoana. Murphy's law. - What's with the tinted windows? Not looking for a tan? - (CHUCKLES) - It's a rental. - Yeah, it came like this. - Camper van's unmarked. Which one? - Sorry? - Which rental company? - Let me check. - And driver's licence too, please. - What about now? - Both of you... (ENGINE STARTS) ...driver's licence. Potaka! - Blake. - Go. - Potaka, get on the door! - Let's go. (ENGINE REVS, TYRES SKID) - Whoa. Whoa. (HORSE NEIGHS) - Blake! (HORSE WHICKERS) (WOMEN SING GENTLY IN TE REO MAORI) (HORSE NEIGHS) - Blake, Blake. (AIR HISSES) - Blake. - Taff. LMF264. (CAR HORNS BLARE) - Blake! - (CHUCKLES) - (SIGHS GENTLY) (TENSE MUSIC BUILDS) (EXHALES SHAKILY) (PROPELLER BLADES ROAR) (ROARING SLOWS, STOPS) - K, eh? So you found the blow dryer? (CHUCKLES) - Eggs benny and a mochaccino, thanks, waiter. - (LAUGHS) - Good morning, gentlemen. This is A ` semi-automatic rifle in the Southland bush, 1990. Aramoana massacre ` David Gray had one semi-automatic assault rifle and six hunting rifles. 13 dead. B ` 2004 temperature check. (CROWD YELLS) C ` Urewera Forest, over the past six months to last night. New Zealand is not Ground Zero. Last I checked, we've got a roller coaster up in Auckland with a single loop. But if you've been campaigning for justice your whole life, inherited a campaign over injustice from the generation before, what happens if you don't reach your promised land? What does that level of frustration really look like? (MAN YELLS ` BANG!) Six months of covert military training, covering first contact and hostage-taking. Surveillance team has currently logged over 26 different firearms. Big picture ` our ecosystem is so vulnerable. We don't even have scanners at the airport. We put our faith in the assumption that no one wants to target our little roller coaster. Now, I believe it's only a matter of time before our vulnerability is targeted, before the tyranny of distance becomes no tyranny at all, or worse ` part of the appeal. A, B, C equals domestic terrorist. - Huh? (BANG!) - Tame tried to fight in the Vietnam war on the side of the Viet Cong. - Kimiora? - He came back to New Zealand and helped establish the anarchists Nga Tamatoa. - Nga Tamatoa handed out lunches to hungry school kids in Porirua. - Ren! Let's take a walk. (TENSE MUSIC) - (MOUTHS) (CROWD CLAMOURS, YELLS) - Last time, Tame was on Parliament grounds... - ...before he had 26 weapons and his recruits talked about beheading the Prime Minister. (SPITS) - WILSON: Jenny's going to take you through the Anti Terror Act's no-go zones. There's a few trip wires. - Detective. - Nice to meet you. - Captain Gallagher. - Detective Maria Joseph. - Hey, mate. Jarrod. - We're exploring collusion. - OK. - Community sergeant, recently returned from Wellington. Separated from his wife. His father's ex-Nga Tamatoa ` real big chest-beater. Led a big Vietnam charge against the Beehive. Explosives technician back in his day. - Tame is a regular visitor to the community sergeant's home. - So the sergeant's... not with us? - Upstairs red-flagged him because of the Geronimo dad. - Did they? It'd be good to see some footage of the sergeant attending the military camps. - We don't have that. - The sergeant didn't enter the camps, or... you don't have the footage? - I'm sorry, what is this? - I thought you said 'collusion'. - No, I said 'exploring collusion'. Surveillance doesn't usually answer to roadblocks. Wilson clear this? (JARROD GRUNTS DISMISSIVELY) - Uh, look, with respect, Detective, I'm not Armed Offenders Squad. I'm STG. So I'm not about to put some of my guys in front of hostiles with semi-automatics if we're still in guessing mode, yeah? Fair enough? - The local community sergeant is connected to 'Rama'. (CELL PHONE RINGS) - Excuse me. SOFTLY: Shit. OK, so what does, um... 'Rama' actually mean? - It's a hunting technique ` torches. 'Small creatures in the dark, come blindly to the light.' - Are those Tame's words? - No, the sergeant's father's words. (WOMEN SING BRIGHTLY IN TE REO MAORI) - TAFF: Sgt Tawharau Williams, badge number 3264421. I'm calling to report an internal incident. I don't have a badge number. I do have a licence plate number. L ` Lima, N ` November, F ` Foxtrot, 264. Yes, I'll hold. (COMPUTER BEEPS) - TAFF: One of your people assaulted my officer, Blake Te Whenuaroa, at 0845 minutes this morning, 14th of October. Now, I want their name, an apology, and I wanna know how it is you're here in my community without me being informed. 021827374. Call me. - I can explain that. - Start a trace. Prodigal Son. - 021. Start a tra` - Got it. (GENTLE GUITAR MUSIC PLAYS, WOMEN SING IN TE REO MAORI) - Dr Foon. Aunty. - (LAUGHS) - (SIGHS) - Hey, Rusty! That you? (LAUGHS) - (CHUCKLES) - What have you been up to? - We were catching the horses last night. - True? - Yeah. - Tawharau. - It's called a cuppa tea, bro. - Whoa! - Hey, Rusty! - Shit. Sorry, Taff. - Still clumsy! (PAPA SNORES SOFTLY) Ahh. Ahh. (CHUCKLES) (WOMEN LAUGH, TALK IN TE REO MAORI) (LAUGHTER) (GENTLE GUITAR MUSIC PLAYS) (BOTH TALK INDISTINCTLY, LAUGH) - Taff? (DOOR SQUEAKS) (ENGINE RUMBLES) - (CHUCKLES) - Ren's wife's Tuhoe. - (SIGHS) You should've gagged Ren going in. - I benched him. - Oh, well, that's not gonna work either. I mean, Phil's got his knee. Zeus hasn't even cleared yet. - KIMIORA: I'll un-bench him. - Ren's solid in the heat. Hey, um, K, can you just hold on a second? - You're the cap. Make the call. (BEEP!) - K? (SIGHS) Sorry about that, eh. - Jarrod's locked on. - Good. Hey, any chance you've drafted a wildfire scenario? - Not in my brief. - Then we'll start with Tame's takedown. Play it out in real time. (CELL PHONE RINGS) - Then me and your guy can work the containment plan. - Wilson's looking for you. - Are you suggesting an uprising? - Only takes one spark. Sir, wildfire protocols? (RUSTY YELPS, CHILDREN LAUGH) (CHILDREN LAUGH) - (CHUCKLES) (CHILDREN GIGGLE) (LAUGHTER) - Mm. Waikura. (CHILDREN LAUGH, CHATTER DISTANTLY) - Nei. - RUSTY: You take the nappies out! - Waikura! - Papa's not` (UPBEAT ACOUSTIC GUITAR MUSIC) You all good, mate? You warm enough? (LAUGHS) SONG: # Like an endless stream... # I spy with my little eye... How good is this? You're not hungry? Nearly there, mate. # Wrap me in your arms... # (PHONE RINGS) GIRL: Ah! So that's the difference between Courier and Economy. Yeah. Something like that. OK. Courier, please. # Wrap me in your arms... # (BIRDSONG) (RUBBISH RUSTLES) - (SPEAKS TE REO MAORI) - Mm. (GRUNTS) Nah. (BRUSH CLATTERS) (CELL PHONE RINGS) (FOOTSTEPS RECEDE, BUS DOOR OPENS) (PAPA COUGHS SOFTLY) (GROANS GENTLY) - (GROANS) (CELL PHONE RINGS) - Tawharau. (CLEARS THROAT) (BEEP!) (IRON RATTLES, GLASS CLATTERS, CRUNCHES) (LIQUID SLOSHES) (ENGINE RUMBLES) - (BURPS) (SMASH! ALARM BLARES) (BUS DOORS HISS, RUSTY LAUGHS) SLURS: Can I have a Happy Meal, please? (CHUCKLES) - Waikura. - SLURS: You wanna roll? Take off your badge. (LIQUID SPLASHES) - They don't want me! (ALARM CONTINUES BLARING) - Mooks is doing the best he can for you, boy. - What, running off?! Chopping wood?! Hey! Hey! GRUNTS: Rusty! - Get off me! - SOBS: They don't want me! Fuckin' lock me up! Go on! Lock me up. (PENSIVE STRING MUSIC) - FOX: New vehicle approaching camp. - GALLAGHER: Copy that, Fox. - Coming up on campsite five. (ENGINE RUMBLES SOFTLY) (CAMERA WHIRRS) - MARIA: Prodigal Son. - Pull right back, Fox. Safe distance. - GALLAGHER: Sir, you've just received an image. The local community sergeant is the bus driver. He has joined Camp Rama. Repeat ` the local community sergeant is in collusion with our primary target. Stay on the line and listen in. (BUZZING, HISSING) - Sir? Sir, are you there? (STATIC HISSES) - Gallagher? - Hey, what's going on? - Shit. There's too many lines. - Come on. Fix it, eh? (METAL RATTLES) Uh, sat phone. (EXHALES HEAVILY) (VOICE ECHOES) (UPBEAT GUITAR MUSIC PLAYS) ALL SING: # Ooh, yeah! Ooh, yeah! Ooh, yeah-eh-eh. # Shooby-dooby-doo, bop, wah-oh, wah-oh. - MAN: # Wah-oh! - We back up? - Yep. - Sir, sorry. The surveillance team captured images... - ALL: # Rua Kenana. - MAN: Aue! - # Tuhoe Prophet from the Urewera. # Oh, Rua! - MAN: Rua! - ALL: # Rua Kenana. - GALLAGHER: Target one and Prodigal Son together this morning, sir. Now he's with target one at 'Rama', sir... - RT: He saw me. I've been spotted. - Hey, Gallagher? - ...live. - ALL: # He told his people not to go to war. # Let the white man fight the white man's war. # Oh, Rua. # Rua Kenana. - Yes, sir, but... It'll be a much stronger case. - OFFICER: He's on my tail. I can't shake him. Maria, what do you want me to do? (TENSE, PERCUSSIVE MUSIC) - # ALL: ...what they called you. O Tuhoe. - Tuhoe! - # Tuhoe nui tonu. - Gallagher. - I will, sir. - OFFICER: Maria! - I'll do that tonight. (BANGING ON DOOR) - (PANTS) Potaka? - GALLAGHER: Sgt Tawharau. (DOOR RATTLES, CLOSES) - Sergeant. Gallagher ` Chief of Ops, Special Tactics. How are you doing tonight? - (PUFFS) - Jarrod, cue up the 3rd of March for me. Look familiar? Cue up the 2nd of April. - 2nd of April? - Hey, don't look at him. Sergeant, he's an officer. He can't help you. How long have you known about these local military operations for, hmm? - You don't know what you're doing, man. - You do understand you being here is an issue, but you not telling us and knowing about it, it's a problem, Sergeant. - Hey, hey, hey. I came here tonight with a boy who just needs some help. - He's an armed minor. - What? - GALLAGHER: Is that true? - No. No. No, it's not true. - Look, Sergeant, we tracked our key target to your front porch this morning. You care to tell us what you two were discussing? - Do you even know what happened 2nd of April 1916? - You tell me. Police invaded and arrested Rua Kenana, and they killed his son and his cousin. - OK, I see. - That's what happened. - I see. Unfortunate, OK? But, with respect, unrelated. Look, I'm gonna be straight up with you now. I'm here to enact the Terrorism Suppression Act against Tame Iti and several other community members, so right now, Sergeant, I need to know if you're a police officer I can trust. - Tame's not a terrorist. That's your problem. - Once again, Sergeant ` how long have you known about 'Rama'? Actually, more to the point... - Does he even know what 'Rama' is? - ...how long has your father known about 'Rama'? - What has my father got to do with this? - You need to wire him. - Put that on. (TORCH CLICKS) - What's that, eh? - Wear it. - OK, listen. At the end of the day, I believe, you and I, we want the same thing here. But a group in your community has threatened to kill the Prime Minister. Yeah, six of those people, we know, are training under Tame Iti, who happens to be one of your acquaintances. See my problem? - (CHUCKLES BREATHLESSLY) (MUTTERS, LAUGHS) - Something funny, Sergeant? - (LAUGHS) (MUTTERS) (LAUGHS) It's bush talk. - Bush talk? - Yeah! - I don't think you get it, Sergeant. I'm here to prevent a politically motivated attack. - No. You're here because someone here heard someone else telling jokes in the middle of the forest. - We've got footage. We've got recordings. And no one's laughing. OK? Hey? You speak Tuhoe? - Hey, like I said, you being here is a problem. OK? So now you and I, we need to discuss the safest pathway through all this. - Are you hearing anything that I'm saying? - Yeah, I'm listening. But right now, I've got 50 police officers, an Armed Offenders Squad, an STG unit waiting on the end of this line. So are you with Tame, or are you with us? (INSECTS CHIRP) This is happening with or without you, Sergeant! (BUS ENGINE RUMBLES, BRAKES SQUEAK) (DOORS HISS) - Wai. Waikura. - (SNIFFS) (DOG BARKS DISTANTLY) (FOOTSTEPS RECEDE) (ENGINE REVS, TYRES SQUEAL) (RURU HOOTS) (CUTLERY RATTLES) - I came to you in March. Remember? I laid it all out. Go on. Let's talk numbers, eh? How many targets? All nine of these fellas? What about Rusty? He in there? His mum? His old man? Mooks? Rusty's aunty? - This is going down with or without you. - My community, my way. - He's offering co-partnership. - When? - Soon. - Gotta be Saturday. - Why Saturday? - To keep our children safe. - Don't agree, Fox. Hold for confirmation. - He's assessing your pitch. (SLURPS) - Nah, scratch that. Let's just get the bus, round them all up. Cuppa tea, soup, toast, whatever. Your guy can ask them all the questions he wants. No one gets hurt. - Bring it back to Tame. - You know who's running with Tame? - (GRUNTS) - And now Tame... has pulled in Rusty. - Tame is not the problem, boy. - POTAKA: You haven't seen the footage. You ain't heard what he said. - What happens if things go wrong? Eh? - POTAKA: He's thinking. - Eh. - Push play. Listen to what he said. - Fox, this is an open line. Address the sergeant in English. - Sorry, sir. - (EXHALES HEAVILY) - You can confirm Saturday with him. - You got your Saturday. - Right. Pa. - (EXHALES HAPPILY) Potaka! - Papa. - Potaka! (CLEARS THROAT) (DOOR OPENS) - (BREATHES HEAVILY) (DOOR CLOSES) (TENSE MUSIC BUILDS) (OBJECTS CLATTER) I know you're listening... in your distant office... where you feel safe. (TENSE MUSIC CONTINUES) If anything happens to any one of my people... I will find out your name... where you live, and I'll make sure no one in Tuhoe ever forgets it. (TENSE MUSIC) (BATTERY RATTLES) (EXHALES HEAVILY) - Gallagher, you're green. - Copy. We're green. Need a sat. - JARROD: Press X. - MARIA: What have you got? (SAT PHONE BEEPS) - KIMIORA ON PHONE: Yeah, G. What's the update? - Kimiora, ETA? - Ne? - Mm. - 'This letter is to inform you have been deemed to be an eligible 'live kidney donor.' (SPOON CLINKS) (CHUCKLES GENTLY) (RAIN PATTERS HEAVILY) (DOOR HISSES SOFTLY) (HUMS GENTLY) (ENGINE TURNS OVER) (ENGINE REVS) (TAME HUMS SOFTLY) (QUAD BIKE ENGINE REVS) (BEES BUZZ, TAME CONTINUES HUMMING) - (SNIFFS) (DOOR OPENS) - Wai. (DOG BARKS DISTANTLY) (ENGINE RUMBLES) (ENGINE STOPS) - Sis! Hey, Pito! Hey, Pito! (PITO BARKS) Sis! (DOG BARKS DISTANTLY) - Sis! - (SIGHS) Pito! (GRUNTS) (EXCLAIMS) Where'd you get that from, eh? (CHUCKLES) (PASSENGER WHISTLES) - Ae. Ka pai. (PASSENGER WHISTLES) (TENSE MUSIC BUILDS) (CRASH!) - Police! Get on the floor! Get on the floor! (WOMAN YELLS) - Get down now! Get... Get on the floor! Stay down! (WOMAN SCREAMS) (WOMEN SCREAM, OFFICER GRUNTS) Get on the floor! (YELPS) (WOMEN SCREAM) - You! Down! (SCREAMS) - Give me your hands! - Get down! (WOMAN SHRIEKS) - Get on the ground! - (WHISTLES GENTLY) (CHILDREN WHISTLE, CHATTER SOFTLY) - Get up. Get up. (HORSE GRUNTS) (CRASH!) - Get down! Police! Get down! Get on the floor! - Get down on the ground! - Down here! Move! - Get on the ground! - (YELPS) (CHILDREN WHISTLE LIGHTLY) - Uncle. - A ninja. (CHILDREN CONTINUE WHISTLING) (SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC BUILDS) (AIR HISSES) (DOOR RATTLES) - What? - C team have bagged one more. - The count's at four. - OK. And Tame? - TAFF: I'm Sgt Tawharau. - Eyes on target one. - TAFF: Tell me what the hell is going on here. - Of course. Prodigal Son drives the school bus. Probably coaches the rugby team too. - OK, get Ren off. Put him up the track somewhere. I want Alpha K and Alpha P on that bus. - If you can just swing our bus around here, then by that harakeke, we'll just sit in the pocket and get you through the gate in a tick, eh? - Let's get Prodigal rattled, and hopefully by the time I get there, he'll be a little more cooperative. - M to R. - Ren receiving. - MARIA: Keep the runway clear. P's taking up your position. - MAITARA: Uncle. - Nah, nah, nah, nah. Retract. - Order from the cap. (BRAKES SQUEAL) - Can you tell Gallagher I need to speak with him? - Ren on the move. Copy. Another bro's coming in. Sergeant, it's all good. - No, tell Gallagher I need to talk to him now. (ALL GRUNT, CLAMOUR) - Sir, hands on the wheel. - Hey, look, I'm a community` - Hands on the wheel! - I'm a cop. I'm a community sergeant. - POLICEWOMAN: We're on the barrier. - JARROD: Hey, what's this on RB 3? (OVERLAPPING SHOUTS) - (GRUNTS) - Whoa. - RUSTY: Get off me! - M to P. I have a horse and rider colliding with C team. We've got a possible assault weapon. Rider is on the move. M to P. Do you have a visual? CHILDREN SHOUT: Rusty! - P to M. I have visual on the horse rider. He is armed. It looks like a bat. - Look, it's not. It's a broom. He's` - Hands on the wheel. Close the door, now! (MAN YELLS) - All right. M to Cap, we're gonna need more backup at RB 2. - Blake. Blake. (DOORS HISS) - Blake, call me back. - Off the phone! - I'm off. I'm off. - Now. (TENSE MUSIC) Everything's going to be all right. This is all for your own protection. (CHILD SOBS) (HORSE NEIGHS SOFTLY) - Sgt Tawharau, I need you to keep control of these kids until our operation is complete. - Understood. - Do I have your cooperation? - Understood. (HORSE NEIGHS) CHILDREN: Whoa! Rusty! - Uh, K-M, I have a visual on the rider. - Hey, hey, hey. The boy on the horse, he's just a kid. - Hey, he hit a cop with a bat. - It was a broom. He's just a boy. You tell Gallagher. - Ren to Cap. - GALLAGHER: Cap receiving. - REN: Ren in pursuit of horse rider. - GALLAGHER: Copy that. (PEOPLE YELL, CLAMOUR) - Rusty. Rusty. - Potaka! - Taff, Taff. - MAITARA: Uncle! (PITO BARKS, HORSE WHINNIES) - Whoa, whoa, whoa. (PITO BARKS, RUSTY GRUNTS) (PITO BARKS) (DRAMATIC MUSIC BUILDS) - Aah! (HORSE NEIGHS) Sending you my GPS location now. - MARIA: Copy that. - (BARKS) - Sergeant. - We had a deal. It was supposed to be Saturday. What's going on? - Look, I need to wrap this up quickly, OK? All we need is to get Tame out. So what's his 20, Sarge? - I don't know where he is. - You warn him? - I don't know where he is. - Obstruction, collusion ` very serious offences, Sergeant. - MARIA: M to Cap. M to Cap. - Yeah, Cap. Receiving. - I have horse rider's location. - Wait! Wait! - GALLAGHER: Hold. Yep, copy that. Ren is` - Call your man off. - He's in pursuit. Fox is with him. Backing him up. - His name's Rusty. - Roger. - He's just a boy. (GUNSHOT BANGS, FEEDBACK WHINES) - (GRUNTS) - Shit! - Fuck! (GALLAGHER GROANS) - Rusty! - Oi! (EERIE TONE WHINES) - Tawharau! Tawharau! Stop! (DOG BARKS DISTANTLY) (CHILDREN YELL, CLAMOUR) (CLAMOURING SOFTENS) (EERIE MUSIC) (FOOTSTEPS APPROACH) (RUSTY BREATHES SHAKILY) - (GASPS) (EXHALES SHAKILY) - GALLAGHER: Stop! (TAFF GRUNTS) Hey! Come here! Go! Stand back! - (GRUNTS) - Stand down, now! (OMINOUS MUSIC BUILDS) (CHICKENS CLUCK) - POTAKA: Rusty! - GALLAGHER: Fox, what's your location? - He's dead. He's not breathing. - Repeat! - (STAMMERS) I can't` Guys, it's one of your fellas, eh. He's not breathing. - Visual on shooter! (TENSE, PERCUSSIVE MUSIC) - I got something. River. Heading to river! (CHICKENS SQUAWK) - Rusty! - Fox, your location?! - POTAKA: Rusty! - Rusty! (PANTS) - GALLAGHER: Fox, your location? - POTAKA SHRIEKS: Rusty! (SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC CONTINUES) - (PANTS HEAVILY) - GALLAGHER Cap to K! Got eyes on target? - (PUFFS) Coming into view. Riverside. I'm on the bridge. I have visual. - POTAKA: Rusty! (RUSTY PANTS) - Rusty. - YELLS: Is the shooter armed?! (OMINOUS MUSIC) - KIMIORA WHISPERS: Terrorist is armed. - YELLS: Hold, K! Await confirmation! Don't shoot. - KIMIORA: Fox under threat. (INHALES DEEPLY) Rusty` (BANG!) (GUNSHOT ECHOES) (GASPS SOFTLY) (RUSTY WHIMPERS) (UNEASY MUSIC) - (EXHALES SOFTLY) (GRUNTS) - (PANTS) (ENGINE RUMBLES) - (PANTS) (ENGINE REVS) - Stop! Stop! He's only a boy! - (GRUNTS) - Ugh! (BANG! RUSTY GROANS) Rusty! (CELL PHONE RINGS) - (PANTS) PUFFS: Blake. Blake. - Taff! Ugh! - Rusty! - Who is this?! - Officer Blake, come back to the bridge, and we'll help him out. (ENGINE REVS LOUDLY) - (WHIMPERS) (BANG!) - (YELPS) (GUNSHOT ECHOES) (ENGINE REVS) - BLAKE: Rusty! (CAR RUMBLES) - (GASPS, GRUNTS SOFTLY) (GROANS) (YELPS, BREATHES SHAKILY) (UNEASY, PENSIVE MUSIC) (GASPING ECHOES) (GRUNTS) (WHIMPERS) (PENSIVE MUSIC CONTINUES) (WIND WHISTLES) (OVERLAPPING CHATTER, SNARLING) - You have no right to be here! (YELPS) - GALLAGHER: Cap to M. Bodies retrieved. Send through Ren's last known location. (CHILDREN LAUGH, CHATTER) (PENSIVE STRING MUSIC) MARIA: M to Cap. I'm sending through his location now. - JARROD: Yep, got it, Maria. Sending you through Ren's last known location. - (PUFFS) - (GRUNTS) (PANTS) This is the Cap. I need... backup. (PANTS) A new base on my location now. Cap to M ` nobody in, nobody out. Reinforce every bloody road block by three. We've got Prodigal Son's phone. Let's drag it. Cap to Wilson. - WILSON: Gallagher. - (PUFFS) - Sir, we have a situation. I have two officers down. (PENSIVE MUSIC CONTINUES) One is local. One is STG. Three terrorists... Repeat ` three terrorists... on the run. One is named Rusty. He's wounded and armed. (PANTS) One is named Blake, possibly a local law officer. Target one... is still at large. Sir, I believe we have uncovered a domestic cell. (HELICOPTER BLADES WHIRR) (CHILDREN SHOUT) (BLADES ROAR) (CURTAINS RATTLE) (HELICOPTER BLADES WHIRR) - (GROANS) (GRUNTS, PANTS) - Hux! (GRUNTS) (ALL GRUNT) - Priority one, Tame Iti. Priority two, Officer Blake. We have to assume that both terrorists are working together, OK? These people are armed. They are dangerous, so let's stay vigilant. Jarrod. You got every exit point covered? - Uh, I don't know about that, Cap. I mean, this is Tuhoe ` 2000km2 of native bush. My best bet would be local girl, local roads. I mean` - OK. K, come on. Talk to me. Help me out here, bro. - Intel circled a soft spot. We get him, we'll get Tame. - OK, good. Copy. That's your target. I'm up plus one. We're out. - Uh, what about release the school bus? - Hold it. - Why? - Detective, everyone is a potential hostile right now, all right? - So, what? School kids? That's your` (BANG!) - Ren's dead! - Hey, as is Potaka. - JARROD: Yeah, OK. Yep, we'll hold the bus. - OK, all right. Go. (BLADES SPEED UP) ATC, holding pen. You two are naked until we get back. (ENGINE ROARS, BLADES WHIRR) - (LAUGHS) - (GRUNTS) (GROANS) (ALL GRUNT, YELP) Hux? (ENGINE RUMBLES) - (WHIMPERS) (SIREN WHOOPS) - BLAKE: Harata! - (GASPS) (ALL GASP, PANT) (RUSTY GROANS) - MOOKS: Get him inside. Get him inside. (BLADES WHIRR) (INSECTS CHIRP) (CELL PHONE RINGS) - Shit. Tam` Tame's on the phone. Hey, uh, Tame's on the phone. - I'm right here. (CELL PHONE RINGS) - Uh, M to Cap. Tame's on the line. Calling Prodigal. - Got his 20? Lock on to his signal! - Uh, give me 30 seconds, and I'll have him, OK? (PHONE CONTINUES RINGING) Just keep him on the line. (BLADES WHIRR DISTANTLY) - All right, he's close by. He can hear the chopper. (ENGINE TURNS OVER) - Holy shit. - GALLAGHER: 10-4, repeat! What was that? - Hey, uh, nothing. Sorry. - Read those out. That's the coordinates. - Uh, we've got 38 south, 177 north. It's the southern ridge line. Over. - Repeat ` 38 south, 177 north! (BLADES WHIRR) (CAR ENGINE REVS DISTANTLY) - JARROD: Hey! (KEYS JANGLE) - (BREATHES HEAVILY) (BREATHES SHAKILY, SOBS) (FABRIC RIPS) - (GROANS SOFTLY) - (SOBS SOFTLY) - OK, boy. I'm just gonna take your arm out, all right? - (WHIMPERS) - Sorry, sorry, sorry. - (YELPS, SOBS) - OK. - (INHALES SHARPLY) - Son, I'm just gonna flip you. OK? - (YELPS, GRUNTS) (MOOKS PANTS) (GRUNTS, WHIMPERS) (YELPS) (RUSTY SOBS) (HELICOPTER BUZZES) (QUAD BIKE ENGINE REVS) (ENGINE IDLES) (HELICOPTER BUZZES) - YELLS: Go around again! (RUSTY WHIMPERS, PANTS) (YELLS) - (WHIMPERS) (RUSTY WHIMPERS, GRUNTS) - (GROANS) - Come on, boy. (GASPS SHAKILY) (ENGINE RUMBLES) (CUTLERY CLATTERS, PAPA HUMS GENTLY) (THUMPING ON DOOR) - Ah. Oh. Hey. (THUMPING ON DOOR) Ah, ah, ah, ah. (CLEARS THROAT) (GRUNTS) (OVERLAPPING CHATTER) (CHILDREN CHATTER, BOY GRUNTS) - K-target is secure. Soft spot's travelling. 12-minute ETA. - Tame called again? - MARIA: No. - JARROD: Sure you hit the shooter? - Yeah, left shoulder! - Well, cos there's no hits at the hospital or the doctors. - RB 2's spiking. It's the school bus. We need to let the kids go. - Tame first! - The kids aren't a bargaining chip. - This spike's gonna rise, Cap, and we've got K off-base. We're gonna be short if we're in wildfire. - 10 minutes ETA. Gallagher out. (INTERCOM NOISE STOPS) - (SIGHS) (TINS CLATTER) - Smoked eel in the fridge. - Don't you touch their fridge. Hostile kids? I didn't sign up for this. (FOOTSTEPS RECEDE) I need some air. - JARROD: You've got eight minutes. (DOOR RATTLES) (FOOTSTEPS APPROACH) (SHEET RUSTLES) - (GASPS SOFTLY) (SHRIEKS) (ENGINE TURNS OVER, REVS) - What the f... Maria? Maria! - Taffy! (THUMPS ON WALL) Taffy! (OVERLAPPING YELLING) (CROWD CHANTS IN TE REO MAORI) (MAN YELLS, CROWD CHATTERS) (ENGINE RUMBLES SOFTLY) - Taffy, you've gotta let me out of here! (CELL PHONE RINGS) - TAFFY: Tame! (TAME LAUGHS) (MARIA THUMPS ON WALL) - Taffy, you're making this worse! - (GASPS) - Kia kaha, son. (UNEASY STRING MUSIC) - (PANTS) - Son. Aargh! - Let's get out. Let's get out. - (WHIMPERS) (BREATHES SHAKILY) (PENSIVE MUSIC) Yes, Rust. - # ...Maunapohatu. - # ALL: ...pohatu. # Children of the mist. # - MUMBLES: Foonie. - No, Rust. 'Children of the mist,' boy. Stay awake. - Foonie. (LATCH CLICKS) (CELL PHONE RINGS) (CELL PHONE CONTINUES RINGING) Oh. (HARATA YELLS INDISTINCTLY) - Rusty? - Uh, um... (ENGINE RUMBLES) (UNEASY STRING MUSIC) (HORSE WHICKERS) (TAME YELLS INDISTINCTLY) (CROWD ROARS) (ALL CHANT LOUDLY IN TE REO MAORI) - Visual on target one. - (YELLS) - (GRUNTS) Tuhoe! (CROWD CHANTS IN TE REO MAORI) (YELPS) - OFFICER: On me! On me! - OFFICER SHRIEKS: Walk this way now! Move! (CROWD YELLS) - Get back! (HORSE NEIGHS) (CROWD YELLS, MAN SCREAMS IN TE REO MAORI) (LOW, TENSE MUSIC) (CROWD CHATTERS, CLAMOURS) (TENSE MUSIC BUILDS) (INDISTINCT CHATTER) (CROWD YELLS) (CROWD CHANTS IN TE REO MAORI) - OFFICER: Target secure. Bringing him in. (TENSE MUSIC FADES) - MOOKS: # Told his people not to go to war. - ALL: # Let the white man fight the white man's war. # Rua. # Rua Kenana. - MOOKS: Is he awake, hon? Keep him awake! - Kia mau. - Stop that bleeding, hon! # Ooh, yeah! Ooh, yeah! Ooh, yeah! - ALL: # Shooby-doo-be-do, ba, ba, oh, ba, oh! # Rua left his mark on this world. # (ENGINE RUMBLES SOFTLY) - MARIA: Taffy, you've gotta let me go! Taffy! - OK! OK. OK. I'll drop you off soon. I just` I just have to go and grab my father. - He's not there. - I said I'll drop you off soon! (GRAVEL CRUNCHES, TYRES SQUEAL) (ENGINE REVS HEAVILY) - (GROWLS) (ENGINE STOPS) (GRUNTS, PANTS) (WATER LAPS GENTLY) (BREATHES HEAVILY) (DOOR RATTLES) - You've gotta give us the shooter. - Give us the shooter. - Where'd they take him? I need to know right now. - Look. Look at them! - His name is Potaka. - I know his name. This is on you. - Give me my father, and I'll give you the shooter. (ENGINE REVS) (ENGINE TURNS OFF) (CAR DOOR SHUTS) (PAPA GRUNTS) (PAPA MUTTERS INDISTINCTLY) - GALLAGHER: OK. Through here, sir. Watch your step. (PAPA TALKS INDISTINCTLY) (GRUNTS) - We've located Tame. We'll have an ETA on the others soon, sir. - Ah, Cap. Cap, she's on. - All right. - Sergeant. Looks like you've gone from aiding and abetting terrorists to becoming one. - Where's my father? You need to listen to me. - No, Sergeant, you start listening to me. - Kao! - (PUFFS) K? (PAPA GRUNTS) (KIMIORA PANTS) - Pa! - PAPA: Hey. (GROANS) - Pa! Pa. Take your hands off my father! Do you hear me? Take your hands off my father! - You need to calm down. - Do you fuckin' hear me?! - You have my word. Your father is safe. - Take your hands off my father! Do you hear me? - YELLS: Listen to me! Your father will be safe! Give us the shooter! - Get your hands off my father! - Take him out. Leave him. Let him go. Let him go. - Take control of your soldiers! Take control of your men! - Sergeant. - He is an 80-year-old man on dialysis. - Give us the shooter. - You want` You want a shooter? Here's your shooter. Take another look. (STATIC CRACKLES) Take a look at that. Can you see that? That's a dog bite on your officer's right forearm. That's his weapon hand. (STATIC FIZZES) He drew his Glock at the same time as Rusty's dog bit down. He fell backwards down the stairs, discharged his firearm simultaneously. Can you see that? That's a` That's a self-inflicted headshot. (PANTS) That's what happened. Now, are you telling me a 16-year-old boy took charge of your man, shot him in his own head with his own gun? (WHISPERS) I don't think so. Now, listen. I've got a question for you. Did you shoot the 16-year-old boy? If so, where was he shot? Cos Rusty didn't shoot anyone. I'm looking at Potaka right now. That's a high-calibre bullet, and that bullet was travelling. (TAFF BREATHES FIRMLY) Here's your shooter right here. (CELL PHONE RINGS) Yeah. Take another look. JARROD: Uh, Cap, it's Wilson on the phone. - TAFF: You better give me my father. - Your father's safe, Tawharau. - What's going on? (INTERFERENCE BLEEPS) What's he doing? Who's he talking to? - Gallagher, calm d` calm down. Stop walking and stand still. Answer me the question. Is the bullet still in the body? - I don't know. - The local sergeant ` was he there at the time of the shooting? - If they find that bullet, they're gonna frame you or Officer Blake. - No. He's not built that way. Your guy's by the book. - (SIGHS) Gallagher, there's only one way out of this. - Sir, I don't know what you're asking me. - WILSON: Confession. Evidence. The bullet. - They will never admit that they made a mistake. - Hey, Tame. (GRUNTS, MUTTERS) - Shh! (MUFFLED YELLING) - Sir, I think we made a` - WILSON: Tame made the mistake. He tried to kill the Prime Minister. But you took him down... (TAME CONTINUES YELLING) ...saved her life. (TAME YELLS INDISTINCTLY) - (GRUNTS, MUMBLES) - WILSON: Gallagher, we owe you. - (GRUNTS) - WILSON: Your country owes you. (KIMIORA GRUNTS) (THUD!) (THUDDING ECHOES) Finish the job. (KIMIORA YELPS) - WILSON: Shut it down. - KIMIORA: G! Grab the 308. (DRAMATIC, PERCUSSIVE MUSIC) (HELICOPTER BLADES ROAR) (HELICOPTER WHIRRS) (DRAMATIC MUSIC BUILDS) (BLADES WHIRR) MAN: I was only a few ks over. WOMAN: Same speed as everyone else. MAN: Come on, bro. MAN: How about you catch some real criminals? A few ks over. I'm not hurting anyone. (CAR HORN BLARES CONTINUOUSLY) Hey ya, hey, look, reason I've pulled you over is you've been speeding. COMMENTATOR: Here we are with the first half. VOICEOVER: Introducing... ..the most epic Sports Combo. Any Footlong Sub, any two cookies and a drink. Delivered to your door from the Subway app. (DRAMATIC MUSIC SOFTENS) - I am so sorry. (SPEAKS TE REO MAORI) (HELICOPTER WHIRRS) (ENGINE ROARS) (SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC) Tame? Tame? - Move. - GALLAGHER: Belt! Put your belt on. What's the location? - I don't know for sure. - Sergeant, I hit him above his heart, OK? We've got time. We can save him. You waste any more and the kid will bleed out, so help me out. - Karaka Point. It's an old mill. - New heading ` Karaka Point. (HELICOPTER ROARS) (SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC CONTINUES) (MUSIC FADES) - HARATA, SOFTLY: Hey. Hey, Mooks. Come here, boy. Come on. (ALL GRUNT, MUTTER) Come on, son. (CAR DOORS SHUT) Come on, boy. (ENGINE REVS) (HELICOPTER ROARS) (INFRARED WHIRRS) - There's no heat signal! The safe house is empty! - You said they'd be here, Tawharau! - You said Saturday! - The boy's been shot. He needs a doctor. Come on. - Hey, let's see if Tame can fly! - What are you doing!? - I don't know! - Hey! - I don't know! (THUD!) I don't know! (TAME GRUNTS) - Hey?! Hey?! - Uh... Uh, Dr Foon! It's a mobile clinic! Maunapohatu! - I don't know it! - 10 klicks south of Ruatahuna. - New heading ` 10 klicks south of Ruatahuna. Got it? (TAME YELPS) - (PANTS) (HELICOPTER WHIRRS) (CROWD SHOUTS, CLAMOURS) (MUFFLED SHOUTING, CHILD SNORES SOFTLY) (GENTLE TAPPING) (TENSE MUSIC BUILDS) - Kimiora. Kimiora's your guy. (HELICOPTER WHIRRS) (CELL PHONE VIBRATES) (KEYPAD BEEPS) (MUFFLED CHATTER) - KIMIORA: Buffalo in the alley! (HARATA SPEAKS INDISTINCTLY) - MOOKS: Hold on, my boy. - Pass me a 308. - Hey, warning shot only, if it's needed. (RIFLE CLICKS) (DRAMATIC, SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC BUILDS) - Landing zone 11 o'clock. (ENGINE REVS) (SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC CONTINUES) - Steady! - MOOKS: Rust and dust. We're nearly there. - Steady! (BANG!) - (GASPS) Mooks! Mooks! (SOBS) - Kimiora, what are you doing, man?! Huh? - HARATA SCREAMS: Moko! (CRASH!) - Cleaning up your mess! (HELICOPTER WHIRRS) - VOICE MUFFLED: Go around! Go around! Go around! (TENSE, THRUMMING MUSIC) - (GASPS SHAKILY) Argh! (PANTS) - VOICE MUFFLED: Steady! - (PANTS) - GALLAGHER, DISTANTLY: Hey, hold fire! - (GRUNTS) (TAME SCREAMS) (THUD!) - SOFTLY: Shit. (DARK, FOREBODING MUSIC) Moko. - GALLAGHER: Don't move, Tame. Stay still. It's OK. (TAME GRUNTS) Stay still. All right. Come with me, Tame. Stay low. Stay low! That way, OK? Go that way! - (GASPS SHAKILY) - Are you OK?! You OK? - BLAKE: Get away! Get away! - It's OK. It's OK. It's OK. I'm here to help. - Don't you touch him! - It's OK! - Don't touch him! - Here. Hold` Hold that, OK? Come on. One, two, three, lift! (HELICOPTER BLADES ROAR) (RUSTY GROANS) - Come! - I've got him! - Go, go! There's no time. - (WHIMPERS) - Get clear! Bird up! (HELICOPTER ROARS) (WHIRRING RECEDES) - (SPITS) (HELICOPTER WHIRRING FADES) - Kia kaha, boy. (RUSTY WHIMPERS) - WHISPERS: Ren. - GALLAGHER: K! Don't do this, bro. Kimiora. Hey! Don't do this, mate. It ain't you. - GRUFFLY: Gallagher, you saw him. He tried to take me out. - K, K, just take it easy, mate. (GUN CLICKS) - Take it easy` (KIMIORA GRUNTS) Hey, it's my mistake, all right? Potaka's on me. Ren is on me. - Ren would've had my back! - Stop it, man! (PUNCHES THUD) (BOTH GRUNT) Hey! Hey! Come on, man. No terrorists here, bro. Just you and me. You and me. (RUSTY WHIMPERS, GASPS) (ALL PANT) (FOOTSTEPS APPROACH) (GALLAGHER AND KIMIORA GRUNT DISTANTLY) - Taff. - (BREATHES SHAKILY) - Tawharau. - (PANTS) - KIMIORA: You're one of them! (BOTH GRUNT) (ROARS, GRUNTS) (YELPS) (BLOWS THUD) Right?! (GRUNTS) (THUD!) - (YELPS) (BLAKE YELLS) (STRIKES THUD) - (YELPS) - GALLAGHER: Too late to turn now! (GRUNTS) - Come here! (BOTH YELL) - (YELPS) - (GASPS) - Come on, Gallagher! Come on! - (SCREAMS) (PUNCHES SCUFF) - Kimi, stand down! - You ain't the cap. You ain't nothing. (RUSTY GASPS SOFTLY) - E tu, boy. (RUSTY GROANS) (MEN GRUNT) (KIMIORA YELLS) - We have ballistics! All we need is a confession. (CRACK!) - (SCREAMS) (YELPS, PANTS) - Hey! - (GROWLS, PANTS) (BOTH PANT) - Kimi, don't do this. (BOTH PANT) - YELLS: Tame! Tame! Tame! - GALLAGHER: Hey. - SCREAMS: Tame! - Hey. Hey. (SIGHS) - Confess! - Uh... Uh... - Confess! - I'm gonna kill the Prime Minister. I'm a terrorist! - Radio! Get Wilson on the line! - I'm getting it. (PENSIVE STRING MUSIC) (PENSIVE MUSIC CONTINUES) (BULLET CLANGS) (PENSIVE STRING MUSIC CONTINUES) - (EXHALES SOFTLY) (FOOTSTEPS SCUFFLE) (TENSE MUSIC CONTINUES) (MUSIC SOFTENS) - GALLAGHER, SOFTLY: It's OK, Kimi. It's OK. You're OK. - (CHANTS IN TE REO MAORI) (TAME'S VOICE FADES) (PENSIVE STRING MUSIC CONTINUES) (BUS DOORS HISS, CREAK) - Aunty Blake. - Aunty Blake. (CLEARS THROAT) (DELICATE MUSIC) - GIRL: Maitara-nui? (SOFT THUMPING) (THUMPING CONTINUES) (THUMPING CONTINUES) Maitara. Maitara. Maitara. Maitara. (BIRDS CHIRP DISTANTLY) (INHALES SHARPLY) (KISSES, SNIFFS) (SIGHS) (SNIFFLES) (CHIRPING CONTINUES) - # He wa ka mokemoke. # Tahuri ra ki te rapa. # Me ko wa noa te utu. # Takahia to ara. # He kupu te kitea mai. # Kia marama ai. # Te ata kei to mamae. # Kia manawatahi ai. # Kua motu te here? # Te whakawhere? # Te matihere? # Kia pau ra nga kupu, # te ha te tuku, # te mateaone. # I know sometimes, we might feel lost, # but have you searched the lost and found? # If time was what it cost, # are we over spending ours? # Couldn't find the words to say. # Does it hurt when you explain? # Is there a shadow in your pain? # Maybe it hurts us all the same. # Did we lose our connection, # touch and affection # without intention? # Would you say every sentence, # use every last breath, # find what we came for? # Someday we'll find # where # we # belong. # Toku whenua # taurikura. # (CHURCH'S 'LAND BACK') - # Heard they're looking for me. # I'm ridin' round the street with it on me. # Heard they're looking for me. # Well, if so, better bring the army. # This for my ancestors before me. # No one had the land here before we. # The ones for the cause ain't performing. # We down for the cause on the front line. # I'll send you the location # for anybody say they're looking for me. # Guarantee you I'm not hiding. # I pick up the phone when you call it. # Whole family to roadblocks and we don't stop. # Life's been a rollercoaster. Still, we showed up. # Treat us like we on a poster ` most wanted. # When they hit you and your close ones, you get haunted. # But we on our get back. # If you steppin' to us, better get back. # This is for the land we ain't get back # and the lost ones we can't get back. # Yeah, we on our get back. # If you steppin' to us, better get back. # This is for the land we ain't get back # and for the lost ones we won't get back. # Get back. Oh, we on our get back. # If you steppin' to us, better get back. # This is for the land we ain't get back # and the lost ones we can't get back. # Yeah, we on our get back. # If you steppin' to us, better get back. # This is for the land we ain't get back # and for the lost ones we won't get back. # Get back. # Back. # Back. # Back. # Back. #