All language subtitles for The.Raid.2022.720p.WEB.H264-DiRT-SDH

(TENSE MUSIC)

(MUSIC CONTINUES)

(FOOTSTEPS SCUFFLE)

(OMINOUS MUSIC)

(DOG WHINES)

(DOG BARKS)

(TENSE, PERCUSSIVE MUSIC RISES)

(MUSIC FADES)

(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.

Seventeen this Friday.
(KEYS CLACK)

- WOMAN: He's a minor?

(FIRE CRACKLES)

- 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.'

- Ya' sure about that, boss?

All I know - Rua Kēnana
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!

- Hey there, boy.

Hey. Hey, hey, hey.

- Fox! Get out of there!

- Hey, hey, hey. Whoa, whoa.

- Son. Put it down boy.

- TEARFULLY: Where were you?

(BANG!)

(DISTORTED SYNTH MUSIC)

(TENSE, PERCUSSIVE MUSIC)

(OMINOUS MUSIC)

(COMMUNICATOR VIBRATES)

(OMINOUS MUSIC BUILDS)

(BOOM! DOOR CLANGS)

- Put your guns down or I'll
shoot him! Put your guns down!

(PROJECTILES 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.

- Ah 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)

- (SIGHS)

(HUMS MELODICALLY)

(WATER GUSHES LOUDLY)

(CONTINUES HUMMING)

(WATER STOPS)

(GRUNTS SOFTLY)

(SIGHS)

(GROANS SOFTLY)

- (SIGHS)

- (SCOFFS)

(BIRDSONG)

(PENSIVE GUITAR MUSIC)

(ZIP WHIRRS)

(STIRRUPS JANGLE)

(BIRDS CHIRP)

(HOOVES CLOP)

(UPBEAT GUITAR MUSIC)

- Argh!
(ENGINE REVS LOUDLY)

Yeah! (LAUGHS)

Let's go. Let's go. Come on!
(LAUGHS)

(CHUCKLES)

Yeah! Get up! Get up! (LAUGHS)

(PENSIVE PIANO MUSIC)

(BIRDS CHIRP)

(HORSE SNORTS)

(CELL PHONE RINGS)

(KEYS JANGLE)

(HYDRAULICS HISS)

- Ah.

Yeah. (WHISTLES, CLICKS TONGUE)

(ENGINE RUMBLES)

(TENSE GUITAR MUSIC)

(CHILDREN CHANT
IN TE REO MĀORI)

- Ahh!

(CHILDREN CHATTER)

(ENGINE RUMBLES)

(BRAKES HISS)

(CHILDREN SING IN TE REO MĀORI)

- Here.

(SINGING CONTINUES)

(CHUCKLES)

(CHILDREN CHATTER)

(REFLECTIVE MUSIC)

(PHONE BEEPS)
- Sis.

(ENGINE RUMBLES)

(HANDBRAKE CLICKS)

(ENGINE STOPS, KEYS RATTLE)

(PENSIVE MUSIC)

(CHILDREN CHATTER, LAUGH)

(WATCH BEEPS)

(CHILDREN GROAN)

(MICROWAVE WHIRRS)

(DING!)

(GRUNTS)

- (CHUCKLES)

- Tame.

- Tame!

- (CHUCKLES)

(DOOR SHUTS)

(BIRDS CHIRP)

- Ah, Rusty.

(SIGHS)

- (EXHALES SOFTLY)
(CHILDREN THUMP)

(ENGINE WHIRRS)

(OMINOUS MUSIC BUILDS)

- (SIGHS)
(CROWD CHANT IN TE REO MĀORI)

(MAN YELLS IN TE REO MĀORI)

- (SCOFFS)

(LIQUID SPLASHES)
- I love this guy.

- Did you put H up to this?

- Shut up, G.

It's always you.

- Okay.

- 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.
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)

(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.

- Thanks, Koro.

(BELL CHIMES REPEATEDLY)

(CHUCKLES)

(HORN HONKS)

(LAUGHS)

Oh, my!

(LAUGHS)

(BIRDS TWITTER)

- Waikura?

(HORSE SNORTS)

(WHISTLES SOFTLY)

- Blake.

(WOMEN CHATTER, LAUGH)

(BIRDS CHIRP)

- Try again now.
(STARTER MOTOR STUTTERS)

- Nah.

- Technical term is
'cry for help'.

Give him some space.

IN ENGLISH:
What's the story guys?

- 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 REVS)
Driver's licence.

Pōtaka!
- Blake.

- Go.
- Pōtaka, get on the door!

- Let's go.
(ENGINE REVS, TYRES SKID)

- Whoa. Whoa.
(HORSE NEIGHS)

- Blake!
(HORSE GROWLS)

(WOMEN SING GENTLY
IN TE REO MĀORI)

(HORSE NEIGHS)

- Blake. Blake.

(DOOR HISSES)

- Blake.

- Taff.

LMF264.

(CAR HORNS BLARE)

(CHUCKLES)

- (SIGHS GENTLY)

(TENSE MUSIC BUILDS)

(EXHALES SHAKILY)

(PROPELLER BLADES ROAR)

(ROARING SLOWS, STOPS)

- K eh? So you found
the blow dryer?

(CHUCKLES)
- Eggs benne 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. Thirteen 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 eco-system
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,

helped establish
the anarchists Ngā Tamatoa.

- Ngā Tamatoa handed out
lunches to hungry school kids

in Porirua.
- Ren!

Let's take a walk.

(TENSE MUSIC)

(CROWD 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.
- Jarrod.

- We're exploring collusion.

- Okay.

- Community sergeant. Recently
returned from Wellington.

Separated from his wife.
His father's ex-Ngā 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.

- 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)

- 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 words.

(WOMEN SING BRIGHTLY
IN TE REO MĀORI)

- TAFF: Sgt Tāwharau 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 MĀORI)

- 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.

- Tāwharau.

- It's called a cuppa tea, bro.

- Whoa!
- Hey, Rusty!

- Shit. Sorry, Taff.
- Still clumsy!

(PĀPĀ SNORES SOFTLY)

Ah.

(CHUCKLES)

(WOMEN LAUGH,
TALK IN TE REO MĀORI)

(LAUGHTER)

(GENTLE GUITAR MUSIC PLAYS)

(BOTH TALK INDISTINCTLY, LAUGH)

- Taff?

(DOOR SQUEAKS)

(ENGINE RUMBLES)

- (CHUCKLES)

- Ren's wife's Tūhoe.

- (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 been 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.

(CHILDREN LAUGH,
CHATTER DISTANTLY)

- Here.

- RUSTY: You take
the nappies out!

(BIRDSONG)

(RUBBISH RUSTLES)

- Mm.

(GRUNTS) Nah.

(BRUSH CLATTERS)

(CELL PHONE RINGS)

(FOOTSTEPS RECEDE)

(BUS DOOR OPENS)

(PĀPĀ COUGHS SOFTLY)

(GROANS GENTLY)

- (GROANS)

(CELL PHONE RINGS)

- Tāwharau.

(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)

- IN ENGLISH: Mooks is doing
the best he can for you, boy.

- What, running off?!
Chopping wood?!

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.

- I am ready!
- ALL: I am ready!

- To stand up for my beliefs!
- ALL: To stand up for
my beliefs!

- 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.

(AUDIO SOURCE BUZZES, HISSES)
- 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: ♪ Ooh, yeah! Ooh, yeah!
Ooh, yeah-eh-ah

♪ Shooby-dooby-doo, bop,
wah-oh, wah-oh.

- MAN: ♪ Wah-oh!

- We back up?
- Yep.

- Sir, sorry. The surveillance
team captured images-

ALL: ♪ Rua Kēnana.
- MAN: Aue!

- ♪ Tūhoe Prophet
from the Urewera.

♪ Oh, Rua!

- MAN: Rua!
- ALL: ♪ Rua Kēnana.

- GALLAGHER: Target one
and prodigal son together

this morning, sir. Now, he's
with target one at 'Rama', sir.

- 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 Kēnana.

- 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 Tūhoe.

- Tūhoe!

- ♪ Tūhoe everlasting.

- Gallagher.
- I will, sir.

- OFFICER: Maria!
- I'll do that tonight.

(BANGING ON DOOR)

(PANTS)

- Pōtaka?

- Sgt Tāwharau.
(DOOR RATTLES)

- 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.

IN ENGLISH: Police invaded
and arrested Rua Kēnana,

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)

IN ENGLISH: 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.

IN ENGLISH: OK? Hey?
You speak Tūhoe?

- 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)

- Rusty.

Waikura.

- (SNIFFS)

(DOG BARKS DISTANTLY)

(FOOTSTEPS RECEDE)

(ENGINE REVS, TYRES SQUEAL)

(MOREPORK HOOTS)

(CUTLERY RATTLES)

- I came to you in March.

Remember? I laid it all out.

IN ENGLISH: 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.

Cup of 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.

- PŌTAKA: You haven't seen
the footage.

You ain't heard what he said.

- What happens
if things go wrong?

Eh?

- PŌTAKA: He's thinking.
- Eh.

- Push play.
Listen to what he said.

- Fox, this is an open line.
Address the sergeant in
English.

- IN ENGLISH: Sorry, sir.

- (EXHALES HEAVILY)

- You can confirm Saturday
with him.

- You got your Saturday.

- Right. Pā.

- (EXHALES HAPPILY) Pōtaka!

- Pāpā.
- Pōtaka!

(DOOR OPENS)

- (BREATHES HEAVILY)
- (DOOR SHUTS)

(OMINOUS MUSIC BUILDS)

(OBJECTS CLATTER)

I know you're listening...

in your distant office...

where you feel safe.

(OMINOUS 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 Tūhoe ever forgets it.

(TENSE MUSIC)

(BATTERY RATTLES)

(EXHALES HEAVILY)

- Gallagher, you're green.

- Copy. We're green.

- Give us that.
- JARROD: Press X.

- MARIA: What have you got?
(SAT PHONE BEEPS)

- KIMIORA ON PHONE: Yeah, G.
What's the update?

- Kimiora, ETA?

- Really?
- Mm.

- IN ENGLISH: 'This letter is
to inform you have been deemed

to be an eligible

live kidney donor.'

(SPOON CLINKS)

(CHUCKLES GENTLY)

(RAIN PATTERS HEAVILY)

(DOORS HISS 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!

- Sis!

(SIGHS)

Pito!

(GRUNTS)

(EXCLAIMS) Where'd you get
that from, eh? (CHUCKLES)

(PASSENGER WHISTLES)

- (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.

(BUS APPROACHES)

(CHILDREN CONTINUE WHISTLING)

(BUS ENGINE SLOWS)

(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC BUILDS)

(DOORS HISS)

(DOOR RATTLES)

- What?
- C team have bagged one more.

- The count's at four.
- OK. And Tame?

- TAFF: I'm Sgt Tāwharau.
- 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 flax,
we'll just sit in the pocket

and get you through
the gate in a tick, eh?

- Let's get Prodigal rattled,
then 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 picking 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, YELP)

- 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.

- POLICEMAN:
Come on! Come inside.

- JARROD: Hey,
what's this on RB3?

(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.
- (BANGS ON DOOR)

(DOORS HISS)
- Blake, call me back.

- Off the phone!

- I'm off. I'm off.
- Now.

(TENSE MUSIC)

IN ENGLISH: Everything's
going to be all right.

This is all for your own
protection.

- (CHILD SOBS)

(HORSE NEIGHS SOFTLY)

- Sgt Tāwharau, 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)

- Pōtaka!
- Taff, Taff.

- MAITARA: Uncle!

(DOG BARKS, HORSE WHINNIES)
- Whoa, whoa, whoa.

(DOG BARKS)
- (GRUNTS)

(PITO BARKS)

(DRAMATIC MUSIC BUILDS)

(HORSE NEIGHS)

- Sending you
my GPS location now.

- MARIA: Copy that.
(DOG 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)

- Tāwharau!

Tāwharau! 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)

(VEHICLE PASSES DISTANTLY)

- PŌTAKA: 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?!

- PŌTAKA: Rusty!

- Rusty! (PANTS)

- GALLAGHER:
Fox, your location?

- PŌTAKA WAILS: Rusty!

(TENSE 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.

- PŌTAKA: Rusty!

- (RUSTY SIGHS)

- 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)

(BANG!)

(GUNSHOT ECHOES)

(GASPS SOFTLY)

(RUSTY WHIMPERS)

(UNSETTLED MUSIC)

- (EXHALES SOFTLY)

(GRUNTS)

- (PANTS)

(ENGINE RUMBLES)

- (PANTS)

(ENGINE REVS)

- Stop! Stop!

He's only a boy!

- (YELPS)
- (GRUNTS)

(BANG! RUSTY GROANS)

- Rusty!

(CELL PHONE RINGS)
- (PANTS)

PUFFS: Blake. Blake.

- Up on here, Rusty!

- Who is this?!

- Officer Blake,
come back to the bridge,

and we'll help him out.

(ENGINE REVS HEAVILY)
- (WHIMPERS)

(BANG!)
- (YELPS)

(GUNSHOT ECHOES)

(ENGINE REVS)
- BLAKE: Rusty!

(CAR RUMBLES)

- (GASPS, GRUNTS SOFTLY)

(GROANS)

(YELPS, BREATHES SHAKILY)

(TENSE MUSIC)

(GASPING ECHOES)

(GRUNTS)

(YELPS)

(WHIMPERS SOFTLY)

(TENSE MUSIC CONTINUES)

(WIND WHISTLES)

(OVERLAPPING CHATTER)

Lock arms. (GRUNTS)

- 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 Tūhoe -

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 Pōtaka.

JARROD: Yeah, OK.
Yep, we'll hold the bus.

OK, all right. Go.
(BLADES WHIRR FASTER)

- ATC, holding pen.

You two are naked
until we get back.

(ENGINE, BLADES ROAR)

- (LAUGHS)

(GRUNTS)

(GROANS)

(ALL GRUNT, YELP)

(PANTS)

Hux?

(ENGINE RUMBLES)

- (WHIMPERS)

(SIREN WHOOPS)

- BLAKE: Hārata!

(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)

(ENGINE TURNS OVER)

- 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)

(HYPERVENTILATES)

(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)
- IN ENGLISH: Come on, boy.

(GASPS SHAKILY)

(ENGINE RUMBLES)

(CUTLERY CLATTERS,
PĀPĀ 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.

- The 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)

(CAR ENGINE TURNS OVER, REVS)

- What the f...

Maria?

Maria!

- Taffy! (THUMPS ON WALL)

Taffy!

(OVERLAPPING YELLING)

(CROWD CHANTS IN TE REO MĀORI)

(MAN YELLS, CROWD CHATTERS)

(ENGINE RUMBLES SOFTLY)

- Taffy, you've got
to let me out of here!

(CELL PHONE CHIMES)

TAFFY: Tame!

(TAME LAUGHS)

(MARIA THUMPS ON WALL)

- Taffy, you're making
this worse!

(GASPS)

- Stay strong, son.

(UNEASY STRING MUSIC)

- (PANTS)

- Son.

- IN ENGLISH: Let's get out.
Let's get out.

- (RUSTY WHIMPERS)

(BREATHES SHAKILY)

(PENSIVE MUSIC)

Yes, Rust.

- ♪ Lived on Maunapōhatu.
- ♪ ALL: ...pōhatu.

♪ Children of the mist. ♪
- MUMBLES: Foonie.

- No, Rust. 'Children of the
mist,' boy. Stay awake.

- Foonie.

(LATCH CLICKS)

(CELL PHONE RINGS)

(PHONE CONTINUES RINGING)
Oh.

(HĀRATA YELLS INDISTINCTLY)

(QUAD BIKE ENGINE RUMBLES)

(UNEASY STRING MUSIC)

(HORSE WHINNIES)

(TAME YELLS INDISTINCTLY)

(CROWD ROARS)

(ALL CHANT LOUDLY
IN TE REO MĀORI)

- Visual on target one.

- (YELLS)

- (GRUNTS)

Tūhoe!

(CROWD CHANTS IN TE REO MĀORI)
- (YELPS)

- OFFICER: He's on me!
He's on me!

SHRIEKS: Walk this way now!

Move!
(CROWD YELLS)

- Get back!
(HORSE NEIGHS)

(CROWD YELLS,
MAN SCREAMS IN TE REO MĀORI)

(TENSE, PERCUSSIVE MUSIC)

(CROWD CHATTERS)

(TENSE MUSIC BUILDS)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

(CROWD YELLS)

(CROWD CHANTS IN TE REO MĀORI)

- 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 Kēnana.

MOOKS: Is he awake, hon?
Keep him awake!

- Hold on.

- 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 got
to 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)

- IN ENGLISH: You've got to
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 Pōtaka.
- 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)

(PĀPĀ GRUNTS)

(PĀPĀ MUTTERS INDISTINCTLY)

- GALLAGHER: OK. Through here,
sir. Watch your step.

(PĀPĀ 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.
- IN TE REO MĀORI: No!

- (PUFFS) K?

(PĀPĀ GRUNTS)

(KIMIORA PANTS)

- Pā!
- PĀPĀ: Hey.

(GROANS)
- Pā! Pā.

IN ENGLISH: Take your hands off
my father! Do you hear me?

Take your hands off my father!
- You need to calm down.

- Do you fucking 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's 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
Pōtaka 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, Tāwharau.

- 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)

(MUFFLED YELLING)

- Sir, I think we made a-
- WILSON: Tame made a 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)

(DRAMATIC MUSIC FADES)

(SOFT, REFLECTIVE MUSIC)

- I am so sorry.

(HELICOPTER WHIRRS DISTANTLY)

(ENGINE ROARS)

(TENSE 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)

- HĀRATA, 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)

(BINOCULARS WHIRR)

- There's no heat signal!

The safe house is empty!

- You said they'd be here,
Tāwharau!

- 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! Maunapōhatu!

- I don't know it!
- 10 klicks south of Ruatāhuna.

- New heading - 10 klicks
south of Ruatāhuna. Got it?!

(TAME YELPS)

- (PANTS)

(HELICOPTER WHIRRS)

(CROWD SHOUTS)

(MUFFLED SHOUTING,
CHILD SNORES SOFTLY)

(GENTLE TAPPING)

(TENSE MUSIC BUILDS)

- Kimiora.

Kimiora's your guy.

(HELICOPTER WHIRRS)

(CELL PHONE VIBRATES)

(CELL PHONE BEEPS)

(MUFFLED CHATTER)

- KIMIORA:
Buffalo in the alley!

(HĀRATA SPEAKS INDISTINCTLY)

- MOOKS: Hold on, my boy.

- Pass me a 308.

- K, warning shot only,
if it's needed.

(GUN CLICKS)

(DRAMATIC MUSIC BUILDS)

- Landing zone 11 o'clock.

(ENGINE REVS)

(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC)

- Steady!

- MOOKS: Rust and dust.
We're nearly there.

- Steady!

(BANG!)

- (GASPS) Mooks!

Mooks! (SOBS)

- Kimiora, what are you
doing, man?! Huh?

- HĀRATA 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.

(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!

- IN ENGLISH: I've got him!
- Go, go! There's no time.

(WHIMPERS)

- Get clear!

Bird up!

(HELICOPTER ROARS)

(WHIRRING RECEDES)

- (SPITS)

(HELICOPTER WHIRRING FADES)

- Be strong, 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? Pōtaka'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)

- Tāwharau.

(PANTS)

- KIMIORA: You're one of them!
(BOTH GRUNT)

(ROARS, GRUNTS)

(YELPS)

(BLOWS THUD)

Right?! (GRUNTS)

(THUD!)
- (YELPS)

(BLAKE YELLS)

(PUNCHES 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)

- FOON: Stand up, boy.
(RUSTY GROANS)

(MEN GRUNT)

(KIMIORA YELLS)

We have ballistics!
All we need is a confession.

(CRACK!)
- (SCREAMS)

(YELPS, PANTS)

- (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.

(TENSE MUSIC)

(TENSE MUSIC BUILDS SLOWLY)

(BULLET CLANGS)

(TENSE MUSIC BUILDS)

- (EXHALES SOFTLY)

(FOOTSTEPS SCUFFLE)

(TENSE MUSIC CONTINUES)

(MUSIC SOFTENS)

- GALLAGHER, SOFTLY: It's OK.
It's OK. You're OK.

(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 wā ka mokemoke.

♪ Tahuri rā ki te rapa.

♪ Me ko wā noa te utu.

♪ Takahia tō ara.

♪ He kupu tē kitea mai.

♪ Kia mārama ai.

♪ Te ata kei tō mamae.

♪ Kia manawatahi ai.

♪ Kua motu te here?

♪ Te whakawhere?

♪ Te matihere?

♪ Kia pau rā ngā kupu,

♪ te hā te tuku,

♪ te mateāone.

♪ 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.

♪ Tōku 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. ♪