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So...

you from around here?

Sorta.

In milk we trust.

Fuck.

See you on the interwebs.

Oh, hey.

Hey.

- Good night? - And morning.

What is she doing here?

- Um, shopping? - More like stealing.

She's banned, Jem.

Yeah, and she promised she wouldn't.

Agnes, I can see you.

You need to leave.

Oh, um, someone dropped these off for you, by the way.

I'll see you later, huh?

- Uh, yeah. Thanks. - It's all good.

Agnes.

I asked you to leave.

Do you want me to check your pockets?

You disrespecting me?

- We're like family. - No, we're not. Get out.

Go on.

Go.

I wouldn't wanna be related to you anyway.

Plastic Māori.

Donations go round the back.

Anahera.

Yeah.

Caz.

What?

Me, I'm Caz now.

OK, cool. Donations go round the back.

I'm Gerald's... kid.

Holy fuck.

Yeah.

You're...

Yeah.

Holy fuck!

Holy shit!

Can I... ?

- No, you... Fuck you. - Ow.

That's for fuckin' leaving.

Fuck.

You came back.

- Different. - Mm.

I mean...

good job.

Fuck! I mean... fuck! Oh fuck.

Nah, it's pretty crazy, eh?

Check you out, Mr Fancy Goatee.

It's... it's Sir Fancy Goatee...

- actually. - Oh.

Well, I... I...

I didn't hear any sirens, so I'm guessing...

I'm guessing your dad didn't have a heart attack.

No, I haven't, um, seen him yet.

Well, you can come to mine.

So I can interrogate you by myself.

Fuck, I'm joking.

I'll make us nachos.

Come on.

Oh, I gotta get my bags first.

'Course.

Fuck.

Yeah, so, found some old paint in the shed, and I just thought,

well, may as well do a bit of a paint job.

No, it looks good.

When did you start learning the Māori language?

Way too late.

So...

tell me everything, Mr Bond.

I thought you were making nachos for us.

I didn't think my best friend would leave town for 10 years.

'Cos I fuckin' missed you.

Same.

So, why did you leave?

This.

You thought you'd be too sexy for this town?

I couldn't be here and be me. You know?

And I thought if I told anyone, they'd talk me out of it.

You thought I'd talk you out of it?

I don't know what I thought.

I was just so freaked that if I didn't jump, I'd be stuck.

Got anything to drink?

It makes sense.

I didn't realise this.

But it makes sense.

And that's just it, you know, I feel like I make sense now.

Cheers to that.

Thank you...

for letting me stay.

No worries.

Just don't go stealing my priceless art collection.

I'll restrain the urges.

Good man.

The, uh, shower still takes ages to heat up,

but it gets there in the end, if it, um, if it likes you.

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Hmm. I was about to start playing my saxophone

outside your door.

Oh, you kept at it.

Fuck up. I'm actually pretty good now.

- Mm. - Hey, you still sing?

Nah, not since the whole voice thing. Feels weird.

How fast can you get ready?

Ready? What for?

District Council Planning Board hearing.

Your dad's giving a speech.

What?

Anahera, you're talking about my dad?

- Yup. - Gerald?

Yeah, he's been on this big environmental crusade

ever since your mum...

Sorry.

Dad doesn't give speeches, and he's definitely not a greenie.

Well, you've missed some pretty big stuff.

I mean, this...

this means a lot to him.

This time you can say that you were there.

I'm not judging you.

No, not at all.

It's fun to play, though.

Hello. Welcome.

So, how's Billy?

Oh, he's over that flu finally.

Well, you don't look inconspicuous.

You look like you're trying to sell drugs to kids out of your coat.

Shoelace.

What if someone recognises me?

Well, then you turn to stone.

Jeez, not even I recognised you.

Excuse me, young fulla.

Harry.

There he is, come to tell us off.

You OK?

Let's go.

Haere mai.

Hello.

It's good to see young ones here.

Good morning, everyone. Quiet, please.

Oi, is that Mrs Richter?

- Our maths teacher? - She's the mayor.

Piss off.

Thank you for coming, everyone.

Let's get things underway.

I'd like to open this hearing on

the Rūrangi District Council Plan.

Today's submission from Mr Gerald Davis

is a new by-law proposal

phasing out chemical fertiliser use by 2030.

To replace it with magic beans!

- Harry. - After tabling,

there will be a week for consultation

before it is put on a vote for the next ballot.

Thank you, Mr Secretary.

Like many of you here, I am a dairy farmer,

like my dad and his dad before him.

Me and my wife, Maureen, had been running that farm

for the 30 years we were together.

Built a home on that land. Raised a child.

I'll see you at the car.

Year before last, I lost Maureen to cancer.

It started four years earlier with a rare type:

mucosal melanoma.

Um...

- where do I put this? - Oh, just...

This is a consumer protection report.

It says that that type of cancer is linked...

to carbaryl,

a chemical that we'd been using in the sprays

for years back then, others here too.

Gerald, we're sorry for your loss,

but a link is not the same as a cause. Continue.

Maureen and me, we didn't know.

I didn't know.

But we know now.

And that's the worst part about it.

All of us here, we know what's happening.

We seen it.

It's not just the insecticides;

what else we're doing to the environment,

and it's time that us farmers

took more responsibility for the harm that we do.

I'm sick of hearing it, eh.

We are, from our own pockets.

- We need to do more. - Oh, here we go.

The whole cycle of phosphates in high output

is leaching the soil, affecting the land and the cows.

I'm going to assume you have a list of sources for this,

- and for any statistics. - Yeah, who's gonna pay for this, Gerald?

You already are, mate, through the bloody nose.

How much did you spend on phosphates last year?

Nah?

Well, we should ask the big boys here.

They'll know it to the bloody cent.

Jim? Kelly?

No?

80,000.

Well, Harry, I bet you the bank loved every cent of that.

I spent 30,000, and next year, it's gonna be less.

How many years did it take you

- to convert, mate? - I've got good margins on my cows.

- Most of us are just trying... - You should come and see my grass.

- I mean it. - ... to keep our heads above water, for one.

Sit down, Harry. Excuse me!

And you're only interested in keeping

your heads stuck in the ground.

Gerald.

Dad.

What?

It's me.

Whoo!

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