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Behold, therefore

I will gather all thy lovers with whom thou hast taken pleasure.

I will even gather them round against thee,

and will discover thy nakedness unto them.

Though I was their husband,

- _ - declareth the Lord...

And I will judge thee, as women that break wedlock.

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And he resurrected himself from the dead.

What is she doing here?

I heard you had wine

and a piano.

She has lain with the basket weaver.

She sleeps

with women.

Oh.

Sometimes she does, yes.

Were you watching us, Father?

Out!

Out from this house of God!

Out!

Caz!

Apple? Or one of Jem's scones?

Oh, Jem's scone, please.

It's disgusting what people throw in here.

This river used to be a food basket for my family when I was a kid.

Tuna, watercress, freshwater crays...

Now, it's a toilet for the cows.

Do you think these weekly clean-ups are making a difference?

Of course. But it's the stuff you can't see that's the most toxic.

The blessing for the housing estate's this afternoon.

Yeah.

It's not really my thing, eh.

Anahera, it's no wonder that lot think Māori are extinct.

As mana whenua, we have to make our presence known.

And if we're lucky, we might get a sausage sizzle.

I'll see you there.

- Thanks for the scone, Jem. - All good.

- Last on the agenda, - the phasing out of chemical fertilisers by 2030

bylaw from Gerald Davis for inclusion on next month's open ballot.

All in favour?

Three vo...

My resignation will be on your desk by tomorrow.

I'm busy.

- Can I have a word? - Yeah.

The bylaw was voted through to a public ballot.

Sir Keith, a photo with Mayor Richter?

Of course.

- Agnes. Have you seen Whina? - I'm doing the prayer.

Thank you, Agnes.

Greetings.

I am Keith Murphy.

Good afternoon, everybody.

Agnes O'Malley has kindly offered

to open proceedings with a Māori prayer.

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Rūrangi has a proud, pioneering history,

beginning in 1769,

when Captain Cook literally put us on the map of the world.

The settlers - forebears of many of us -

soon follow.

The first timber mills were established,

and later, the pastoral paradise

we now call home.

Anyone for a colonisation cone?

And we're now celebrating a fresh new look for our town,

with Rūrangi's first

- Sorry, folks. - ... townhouse complex.

We're out of all flavours today, except vanilla.

- What is she doing? - We do, however, have a wide range

of sprinkles smallpox, environmental degradation,

language suppression and special surprise sprinkles of the day -

land theft.

Ha! Yummy.

I couldn't be more proud

to reveal the name of the new complex.

You know, a thriving forest once stood here.

Mayor Richter, would you please do the honours?

In honour of one of the region's founding fathers,

and my ancestor, James Murphy, it gives me great pleasure to pronounce

- Murphy Meadows... - A new name!

... ready for construction.

James Murphy was responsible for the murder of my ancestors.

- Completely untrue. - He arrived here with an army.

- He went on a killing spree. - Let's stick to the facts, Whina.

And he stole our land.

We were working in the fields at the time, unarmed.

Survival of the fittest, love.

So, while you all celebrate today,

remember whose land it is that you are standing on,

and whose blood was spilt so that you could be here,

because Māori never

gave any of this

away.

Look, I'm sorry you feel that way, Whina, but I think you'll find that

this particular block was sold to council by one of your iwi members.

And this development is a positive move,

creating jobs and Māori will benefit.

He waka eke noa.

We're all in this canoe

together.

Thank you.

As if this year of drought,

floods and taxes wasn't enough

Rūrangi may find itself voting on a new bylaw.

Phasing out chemical fertilisers and phosphates.

Local dairy farmer Duncan is on the line with me.

Are you worried Duncan?

Nah, mate. Even if it makes the ballot,

there's no way Rūrangi's going to vote for it.

Gerald Davis might disagree with you.

That man's a dreamer on a toy farm.

You know as well as I do, farmers can't give up on phosphates.

That's how we get turnover.

Turnover is how we make a living from the milk. End of story.

No, your dad can't eat this.

Gerald's had a hip replacement, not a mouth replacement.

He's on blood thinners. He needs to avoid foods high in vitamin K.

Thanks for staying with him. I would, but things are still...

Well, your dad's been good to me.

I still can't believe you're back.

Guess you're missing Auckland?

Yeah, a bit.

It's definitely him. Go and say something.

So what happens if it turns out you really like farming?

Excuse me, Mr Davis.

Hi. I'm Seth. You don't know me.

I'm Caz. This is Jem.

- Hey. - Hello.

I just... We just wanted to say well done.

What did I do?

You stood up to all those transphobes at the council.

There's this cool TikTok.

They bleep out your dead name.

So, anyway, we got to go.

See ya.

Bye.

Can I have your autograph?

Reckon there's paparazzi in the carpark?

They'll be for me, eh?

Do you think it's any easier growing up here these days?

Oh, it wasn't so bad, was it?

What about the old Valiant?

Oh, pushing it down the driveway so Mum and Dad couldn't hear us.

Doing doughnuts at the dump. Like superheroes.

Yeah. It was pretty fun.

Oh, Jesus on a fucking bicycle.

Where's your walker, Dad?

You can take that thing back to the hospital.

- But you're supposed to... - Give it to someone who needs it.

The tree in the southern paddock's finally come down.

Is this you asking me to do something about the tree?

Well, your wages went through last night, so, yeah, I suppose it is.

I'll get it.

Me own flesh and blood working the farm.

- I never thought I'd see the day. - Yeah, yeah.

He's in the kitchen.

Ah, Rob.

- Gerald. - Gidday.

These are for you.

Um... Justine and Rick's farm. I bought it. The house, too.

Got a lot to unpack, still, so...

Hey, uh, no one said anything to me about it.

Yeah, well, I'm telling you now

and I got you some gidday, neighbour' beers.

I'll take those.

Why don't we sit down and talk about it, eh?

Rick told you about my beehives?

Yeah. Like I said, I got a lot of unpacking

- And the 20m zone? - Sorry?

You can't spray any chemicals on your property

within 20m of our shared boundary.

Yeah, Rick did mention that.

Right. Well, there you go.

Yeah. He said it was all done over a handshake, so...

Enjoy the beersies.

Rob.

Rob!

Oh, I'm knackered.

Oi. Beer o'clock.

- Still got a bit to do. - Yeah, I'm good. Done.

I guess we can finish after milking tomorrow.

So...

milking.

Well, this is an organic dairy farm.

No, I'm just saying,

who do you reckon the first person was that was like,

Look at that animal. I want to squeeze the milk out of it.'

How's the new farmhand going? He's a bit of a babe.

- Don't. - You think he'll stick around?

Doubt it. Rūrangi's way too small for him.

I still want to know why he came back.

I came back because I missed my awesome friends.

What's this quiz night like at the pub?

Oh, Gerald's not gonna be able to make it, so

There you are.

You haven't got back to me about our moko wānanga. You coming?

- You getting your moko done? - N... No, no. Not me.

- Not yet. - Uh, Whina is, though.

It's never too late. Coming to the marae tomorrow?

I'm working.

No you're not. It's your day off.

Oh...

Please come, bub.

What your nan did? It's all in the past.

See you tomorrow.

What did your nan do?

She did the best she could, is what she did.

He kotakota rīwai ēnei.

- Kotakota rīwai means chips. - Choice.

We need to speak our language to keep it alive.

Brave.

- What's going on there? - She steals from my shop.

I've caught her red-handed.

And a few weeks ago, she called Anahera a... plastic Māori.

You've always been a bit of a weirdo magnet.

Are we ready for the final round?

Ooh, yeah.

All right. First, bonus points for anyone who can mansplain to me, uh,

this anti-phosphate bylaw

in five words or less.

Oh, it's a bylaw, love. Means you've got to be a gay to vote.

Oh, we've got a team of experts here, though, eh?

I... I'm not gay.

Hey, Rob. Can you tell us why being gay is funny?

Oh, no, no, no. No need to be touchy. It's a joke, OK?

How can I come out if I don't even know what to come out as?

And if he's leaving, is there even any point? I mean, it's Rūrangi.

- You heard them in there. - Jem,

whatever you do,

make sure you do it for yourself.

Not for Caz,

not for Rūrangi.

You do you.

Agnes, can we get some more chips over here?

Hello? I'm off-duty.

OK, so, currently in first place, we have The Udders.

Yay.

In second place, we have Butter Me Up.

- Who came up with the name? - I did.

I like it.

And in joint last, we have Milk Manly and Holy Cow.

Ay. But we all know you're just here for the beersies, boys.

OK, next question.

Who scored the most tries for our boys in black

over the last three rugby seasons?

The question may or may not have something to do with next week's

screening of a community documentary.

- Ainofo. - Andy Ainofo.

Caz.

That's the bloody answer.

Give me the bloody pen.

Oi, Bunting, put your phone away, you cheat.

He's been on my case about whether I'm staying.

And you're surprised?

Jem's mum left him. His dad was a pisshead, then he buggered off.

You know the story.

Guess I left him, too.

Hey, Louise.

What?

No, no, no. I'm home.

OK.

That was Louise. Someone's having a party at the bloody op shop.

No cars outside.

Shit.

- Good song. - It's not even funny.

♪ Bitch, I ain't the one. ♪

♪ He don't want luh-luh-love. ♪

♪ He just wanna fuh-fuh, ow. ♪

♪ Little vacation, drip until we naked ♪

Turn that music off.

No! Put my nan's slide projector down and turn that music off, now!

- Who's this? - My friend Taylor.

- Shit. - You forgot to lock up.

You said I could try stuff on any time I wanted.

Yeah. Not when we're closed.

And this. This is my nan's Princess Di commemoration plate.

- Um, Princess Di, as in... - Yeah, from Drag Race.

She does merch.

Caz,

take them home.

Is there someone at home that can pick you up?

- No. No one. - The keys are in the car.

Nah. There needs to be two adults travelling with them.

We're not in Auckland, Mr Youth Worker.

Um, Seth's got a car.

- Not Seth. His car's... - Is it unsafe?

It's haunted... by the ghost of his dead grandmother. Does that count?

No. And does Seth have his full licence?

He actually doesn't. So I guess you have to drive us back, Mr Davis.

So, you're out to everyone now?

Pretty much. Out as trans, out as gay.

Out as lactose intolerant.

Lactose intolerant. Oh my God. How shocking.

Actually, I don't know if Dad knows I'm gay.

But, yeah, he's... he's still learning.

- He's getting there. - That gives me hope.

Her mum and dad are still learning. Mine too, I guess.

Hey, what, um, pronouns do you use?

- I'm still kind of figuring out. - Yeah. All good.

- You OK if I use they/them? - Yeah.

Hey, will you come talk to our group?

- You have a group? - Rainbow Feather Splash Pattern.

I named it.

- Oh my God. - Hope you like classical music.

- Hey, Mr Davis. - What did I tell you on the phone?

It's Hall of the Mountain King.

You literally can't stop it once it starts going.

Bet I can. Get in the back.

Wayne, come and have a look at this. It's amazing.

It's all right. Just keep your head down.

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