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[ominous music playing]

[music stops]

Bro,

we've only got half the fucking cash.

Why don't we just fucking take this, bro?

Go grab Anna and just leave.

Get the fuck out of here.

[sinister music playing]

[music stops]

[car stopping]

Alright, uhm...

The money didn't clear last night,

but we didn't want to pay intermittently.

Bro, bro. Don't say intermittently bro.

Just say 'in bits', or something.

Who knows bro? Maybe half will do.

Or maybe he's got some work needs done.

You know,

we do some kills for him.

Man, I know he's got a bunch of old freezing.

-[chainsaw roars] -No, they'd do it for him,

and suck his dick afterwards.

Intermittently.

-Tom, bro.

Have we got a hiding coming?

Wait here.

[child screams]

[woman] It's ok.

[groans] Go sit down.

What are you doing?

Hey is Woods here?

No.

I got some money for him.

-[child screams] -Shut the fuck up!

-[second child cries]

Shall I leave it here?

[third child cries]

Don't want it here.

[door slams]

-[loud rap music playing] -[rapping]

[dog whines]

[music stops]

Alright Meatball?

[ominous sting]

[dog barks in distance]

[whining continues]

[staple gun clicks]

I lent it to him

because he'll fucking pay it back.

Serious bro?

[shouts] Are you fucking serious?

Hey, it's alright don't worry about him.

He fucking stapled meatball bro!

Hey, it's not worth it, okay?

Fuck that guy.

I don't give a..

Hey, don't worry about it, okay?

Let's just go. Look.

[man laughing]

Still got the money, Woods wasn't here.

Lets go. Come on.

[sinister sting]

Good boy, listen to your brother.

Alright?

Don't worry, it's not worth it.

Let's go. Come on.

And when you find your balls, you come and see me.

[car door slams]

Make sure you got your fucking money that you owe!

[sinister sting]

[woman] See you later on, I don't know what time.

No, I have no idea.

[chuckles]

No, I can't come home.

Yeah, I've already got plans for the night.

No, I can't do that.

Yes. No, look, I'll be home later.

Look, just whenever I get there.

I don't know?

Look, you're just gonna have to torque locking machines by yourself, okay?

[somber music playing]

Minty's getting their cuts done somewhere else.

Well,

at least we still got Van Der Spiens.

But he didn't renew.

[music stops]

What?

Watson's got them.

Watson?

We just, fuck, we just did them yesterday--

Shh.

We just did them yesterday, what the fuck happened?

I called him up this morning to see if they wanted to renew.

Yeah?

Apparently you told them to go fuck themselves.

All right. I thought you were supposed to be calling people to negotiate.

Obviously, I was doing that.

That is negotiating, Tom.

That is negotiating, they were low balling us.

Fucking dad would have told them to go fuck themselves.

They wanted us to do the processing,

they wanted us to do some fucking curing, packaging, wrapping.

Give them a fucking hand job.

You're meant to tell me these things, alright?

I'm telling you.

Thank you.

Fucking who else we got?

[crickets chirping]

So small.

-No it's not. -It is.

It's not... it's perfect. Exactly where it needs to be.

How's the restoration?

Hmm?

The cot.

[sighs]

You've got to cut him loose from the business.

What?

Think I'm stupid?

He's my brother.

We said when the baby comes.

Yeah, and we also said that...

Mark would be taking care of the clients, the books,

and now you're having to do that as well as the actual labor.

It costs us, him living here.

And that room is for the baby.

He'll be gone by then. He promised.

Yeah, well, he promised a lot of things.

I moved here for you.

[chuckles] Oh wow. Oh wow.

Really? -Yeah.

Did you just go there? -I did.

[both laughing]

[mellow music playing]

Fucking hell.

[music stops]

Are you the cripple or the other one?

[slowly] You the cripple or the other one?

What?

Your fuckin' ears crippled too? The one with the gimpy hand.

Oh, no. The other one.

Have you got any bait? I'm out.

Dipshit saw you's come down.

Said you's caught fuck-all eh.

You've got to leave it out there e hoa.

Dippy!

Dippy!

Hurry the fuck up, you little prick.

He ain't going to be curing cancer, I can fucking tell you that.

You're old man, hey?

Carked-it up the road, if I remember.

Arama and his boys found him at the bottom of the gorge up there.

Fell off the cliff looking for livestock.

That's what they say.

He was ok your old man, never liked to be too far from a beer.

He could cut up a beast in three minutes flat.

Not many round here could manage that.

Off the bloody cliff.

All our regulars are leaving us.

Maybe they didn't like you using the old mans meat license eh?

[laughs]

I got a beast...

[soft rhythmic music playing]

She's old. Needs doing.

Do it myself but my eyes won't let me eh.

I'll give you the top side and the back leg eh.

Chuck in the rump and we'll do it today.

Topside and back leg.

That's all I've got.

Only if you can fit it into your busy schedule.

Unless you want to be paid in crypto. [laughs]

[Mark] Bro, does this cunt live in fucking Narnia or something?

There's not even a fucking road here, bro.

[Tom] If we do this, he might have some mates.

They'll recommend us, you know, make some contacts.

You reckon? Look at that fucking shit hole.

what do you mean?

Pay off? [scoffs]

[engine rumbles]

[music stops]

Shh bro, bro... you hear that?

[soft wildlife noises]

That's the sound of the bottom of the barrel being scraped bro.

Fucking hell man.

These boys have come to finish off Betts.

Fuck about time,

old bitch.

You fellas want some scones?

I just made some... with jam.

They don't want no fucking scones, woman.

They fucking do.

How do you blood know?

They're nice.

With honey or jam?

I'm fine, thank you,

Jeez where the fuck did these two meet?

Blind Date?

[Tom] Is her gut empty?

She'll be right.

Betts hasn't eaten in ages.

[Mr. Taioma] Hope your hoist is strong, she'll weigh a bit.

Yeah we'll get her up alright, don't worry.

This one's good with fixing shit,

thinking he could take a look at the jug

while me and the cripple go prep.

[Hells] Yeah, this way.

You got a bucket? -Yep.

The ropes, eh.

We used them to get around when the block was new.

Old grumps don't need them anymore.

Bloody diabetes.

[Tom] Don't think he likes us much, eh?

Nah he's just trying to be funny.

Can't see, you can't read a room.

It's just...

just stopped, eh?

Checked the cord.

Kick in the nuts.

You want a cup of tea?

Tea with your scone? Got some croissants.

Just white with one eh.

Thanks.

[whimsical music playing]

How'd you boys learn kills?

YouTube.

Where is she?

In there.

Old girl.

[music stops]

Are you going to... are you going to watch?

This horse is like fucking whanau boy.

You think I'm gonna let you two fuck it up?

Hold on did you just fucking say a horse?

Yeah.

F-- for eating?

Yeah.

I'm sorry, what the fuck am I going to do with a topside of horse meat?

Bloody eat it.

How do you even fucking portion a horse?

It's just a big fucking cow.

Okay, sixty bucks.

I'd rather eat me fuckin' boots.

And remember, this place is covered in shit.

Nah, nah, you've got to give us something after that fucking drive, mate.

Or we're pissing off.

Like hell. Your brother and I had an agreement--

-Fuck my brother.

Hey, hey, hey! Yeah, yeah.

Okay, okay, okay.

Well how about some fish.

-Fish? -Feed you fellas for weeks.

Also I've got gas.

Or do you want to get your brother?

[tuts]

Alright.

Gas and fish.

Don't need me to hold your fucking hand do you?

You just hold your own cock boy I know exactly where I'm going.

[whimsical music playing]

Fucking hell.

What the fuck!

Oh fuck!

Hey!

[muffled] Hey.

[muffled] When did you last check on her?

What?

When did you check on her last?

Her stomach's empty.

Yeah, she fucking dead mate.

[music stops]

What?

No, wait for your fucking brother.

No, no, she's already dead.

Like fucking dead for weeks.

Jeez, you can't fucking use that moldy fucking meat.

What did you do you fuck?

-Me? -Fucking-- -Fucking me?

What can I do in 2 minutes, mate?

Bullshit, you fuck.

Where's the fucking smell, you prick?

What do you mean where's the fucking smell. It fucking stinks!

Jeez, don't you blind cunts have like super smell?

[spits]

You sure you don't want one? -Thanks.

Scone?

Okay, yeah, sure.

Hey um, Hells, I don't know if I'm gonna be able to fix all this stuff eh.

[flies buzzing]

[sinister music playing]

You come out here and you pull this fucking shit?

What?

You call yourselves fucking butchers?

Hey, calm down. Fucking calm down.

Fuck, fuck.

[groans] Mother fucker, get off!

Out here is man's fucking work.

You cripple-assed--

-[cattle prod fizzes] -[gasp]

[music stops]

[Mark groans] Fuck!

[groaning]

Fucking old cunt.

[breathes heavily]

Fuck you.

[breathes heavily]

Hey!

[ominous music playing]

Hey!

Hey.

Hey, Hells. -Hm?

Might go check on the boys, eh.

Sure hun!

Ask your brother if he wants a scone.

[music stops]

What did you do?

My fucking hand, Tom.

What the fuck did you do?

Hey! Mr. Taioma!

Hey!

[ominous music playing]

Oh fuck.

He's fucking--

What?

He's dead!

Nah, fuck off.

Tom, I didn't!

He's fucking dead. -Nah, fuck off I didn't--

What did you fucking do?

I didn't even..

Hey!

[sobbing] Mate, I didn't-- Fuck off.

Oh fuck.

Nah!

This must have been his fucking heart.

What do we do?

Shh!

[music continues]

Fuck!

Fuck. -Oh... -Fuck.

What are you doing?

I don't know.

Fuck, fuck.

-Holy fuck.

All 'cause you wanted to come fucking come here and do this fucking shit job!

He thought I fucking killed his horse!

What? W-w-why is there a fucking horse here?

'Cause that's what he wanted us to process bro.

It's a fucking dead horse, it's been dead for days.

Bettsy's a horse?

Yes, Tom.

She's a fucking horse.

Now what the fuck are we going to do?

Fuck.

-Grab his legs.

[dramatic sting]

[Hells] Huh?

Ahh!

Knew there'd be a pack.

[lighter strikes]

Asked to get rid of it.

[music stops]

He was okay on the beers.

But whiskey made him cruel.

[mellow music playing]

[sniffs] Fuck.

What do you think he was up to?

Nothing good.

Come on.

Grab his legs.

Tom, Tom, do you think she'll nark?

Do you think she'll tell the cops?

Come on, legs!

[music stops]

[tense music playing]

We're finishing up now.

Had enough?

Yeah.

Listen, we're not going to tell anyone.

Friends,

relatives.

W-w-what about that kid, Dipshit?

You know, the one that drives him around?

Dippy of all people won't be telling anyone.

He didn't come back from fishing.

[breathes heavily]

[Tom] You alright?

You sure?

We're good.

Oh man.

We gotta get rid of this body.

Where do we take the body? Where do we..

Ah Fuck, how do people do this? Uhm...

Come on, Mark.

How we're going to do this?

Hey!

Hey, snap out of it alright, come on!

Hey!

We've got to make this guy disappear.

Right, we could bury him.

We could bury him out the back.

We could burn him.

[groans] Uhm...

We could turn him into dog-roll.

[music continues]

That could actually work.

Yeah.

That's gonna work.

Ah, fuck.

[music intensifies]

Fuck.

All good?

Yeah,

Why'd she give us the money, bro, I don't understand.

To get rid of the body.

Right, let's get out of here.

[engine rumbles]

[music stops]

So whose going to do it.

Do what?

Well he's not going to fit in there whole.

[sinister sting]

[Tom] Alright, we are never going to mention this again, alright?

We're going to go on with our lives.

I got a fucking kid on the way, for Christ's sake.

Alright bro, you don't have to fucking worry about me.

Jesus.

Isn't it all just atoms bro?

You know, we're just fucking rearranging molecules, bro.

Just, bro, think of it as like...

meat.

Right?

Meat with a soul attached.

Shut the fuck up for a minute.

No, lets just bury him. We'll just bury him out back.

Eh?

We'll just bury him.

Fuck no, bro.

Tom ,we do this, man, and he just fucking vanishes, mate.

Like he never fucking existed.

No body, no bones.

Can they even fucking charge you for that?

What, so this is the solution?

Well I'm not saying this is thesolution, bro, but it's our only fucking solution.

[ominous music playing]

Fine.

Get him undressed.

Hey! It's a 20 grand machine.

Let's get him undressed.

Alright, alright.

Reckon the torso will give it some grief, bro,

but the rest should be all good.

[pop music playing]

Oh, fuck me.

Pull it up!

Fuck.

[groans]

[metal clangs]

music continues]

[arm squelching]

[sinister sting]

[thuds]

[music stops]

[tapping]

No, not like that.

Let go, let go, let go!

I am.

No.

[upbeat videogame music playing]

[man] I said not to do it in the house!

Can you do it in the car?

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

Yeah.

No, it's just my fucking job.

[music continues]

Come over here. [laughs]

And rent day dickheads!

Flattie, can you do it in your car?

[mellow music playing]

[fire roars]

[sighs]

[music stops]

[Tom] Oi!

Done yours too!

Fuck's sakes.

[fire roars]

Hey.

Yeah, it's all there.

[rock n roll music playing]

[sighs]

[door creaks]

Not the best place to come for someone who doesn't drink, bro.

Yeah, well, this is how we'll know if they've found the fishing gear yet.

All information flows through these doors.

Hey! Don't be a dick.

-What? -Don't!

Just looking bro.

I'd watch myself if I was you.

See Boi Boi and them checking you out.

[laughing]

He'll chuck you in the pit.

The pit?

The offal pit out on Woodsie's patch, Tainupu Way.

You know where they put all the dead animals and guts and shit.

I thought the government made everyone fill those up, I thought they banned them.

There was this nineteen year old kid, from town.

Fuck, I can't remember his name, but he disappeared.

But everyone knows he's in the pit, eh.

[indistinct chatter]

Grunter, you cheeky little fucker,

are you here to pay up your tab maybe?

Oh, yes. Thank you.

Ah, fuck!

[tense music playing]

[music intensifies]

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

Bro, bro lets fucking go. Fucking come on!

What?

Start the car bro. Start the car.

Fuck, fucking go!

You cunts! You fucking cunts!

[glass smashes]

Get out of the fucking car you pussy.

Get the fuck out of the car! I'll fuck your--

Wooo hoo! [laughs] Fuck you brother.

[music stops]

[slurps]

Home early last night?

Yup.

Locals behaving?

The usual.

Hey this looks really good babe.

Thanks babe.

[groans] Have a look down here.

Hey Mark, is it alright if I get into that room

at some point today to take some measurements?

Knock yourself out.

Cheers.

So I think I've found a comfy chair

for the baby's room, that I can use for my feeding chair.

Why don't I just buy you one?

No, no, I like restoring it. It's fun.

And besides, we have to save everything.

[ominous music playing]

Hey.

We are not packing our bags again, Mark.

He's a dickhead bro. Honestly I've seen munters like him

in a million different towns.

Those guys are not playing around. okay?

What the hell was going through your head?

W-w-why did you have to do that?

Because for me, not doing something's way worse.

Last year, Boi Boi knocked on some poor guy's door,

tied him to a chair and poured boiling water all over his face,

until he gave him his PIN number.

Okay? That's what you're dealing with.

-No. -Who knows what else they're in, mate.

Nah, nah nah. It never happened, bro.

Ask anybody.

[phone ringing]

[ominous music playing]

I mean who even still uses a landline?

[scoffs]

Shit.

Hello?

[woman on phone] Hello? You there?

Yeah.

Is this the Home Kills boys?

Yeah, this is Tom.

Yeah, Tim. And the other one with the fucked up hand.

I've got someone who needs doing.

What?

What do you need, his name?

Where he is? It's Dale Flock.

I've got four grand to give you.

[phone beeps]

[music continues]

Holy fuck.

What?

It was a lady, mate.

Who was that?

She knows what we did.

How?

That blind bloody Hells must have said something.

But you said she was cool.

Just...

Well who you calling now?

Just. -Tom.

Have you heard of a Dale Flock before?

Dale Flock?

[music stops]

Come on.

Yeah. What's happening?

[Hells on phone] Who's this?

Did you tell anyone about last night?

-Yeah.

-Who?

-My sister.

I thought we weren't going to say anything to anybody.

-Dippy's her son.

I don't give-- I don't give a shit who she is.

-Dipshit knows you guys.

He saw you.

When his uncle stopped showing up to shit

he might've mentioned it. Don't you think?

Are you fucking kidding me?

-You're lucky she called me, not someone else.

Yeah well she wants us to kill her husband.

She just called us up like--

-Is she paying money?

I don't need money.

-Ha. You can pass that sentence through a cow

and spread it all over your roses.

Alright. No one else, okay?

No one fucking else.

[phone beeps]

How much did she offer?

What?

I don't mean to be a dick bro

but we do one more of these,

we'd be well on our way to getting out from under Woodsie.

Fuck, we can get the pressure in the shower fixed.

We're not talking about livestock here, mate.

[mockingly] I know, Tom.

They're just people nobody likes or will miss.

Yeah, yeah, yeah. Prison.

How would you get on in there, mate?

I'd give a shit fucking hand job, that's for sure. [chuckles]

You fucking would.

Mate I'm just sick of using fucking newspaper for toilet paper.

I wiped my ass with fucking Jacinda Ardern yesterday.

Dale Flock, bro.

Oh, forget fucking Dale Flock.

How do you not remember Dale Flock?

[spits]

Cunt's a fucking psycho.

[mellow music playing]

Oh, for fuck's sakes Meatball!

[sighs]

No, no, mate. Honestly, we're getting so much faster.

Even with the prep we're getting a lot quicker.

This house is always either freezing cold or boiling hot.

And we need beans as well.

We got some.

No we don't.

You tried the second shelf?

Gone.

Sorry. Look, we can come down.

Probably do it for, uh...

I don't know.

[man on phone] I signed a contract.

What?

-With them.

I signed a contract.

Listen mate, butchery is not a team sport.

Okay?

You know your old man, he was--

[phone beeps]

[sighs]

[music stops]

[wildlife noises]

[grunts]

[switch clicks]

[Tom] Fuck.

[somber music playing]

[sighs]

[exhales]

[sighs]

[music stops]

Okay, I give up.

Where are we?

See that hill there, bro?

Over that, is Dale Flock.

Oh, you have got to get over Dale Flock.

Let's just have a little look, bro. Just a little look.

Nothing else, man.

A peep can't hurt.

You swear you don't remember, bro? Dale Flock.

No, And the more times you say Dale Flock

doesn't make me know who he is.

He's in the news, bro. All the fucking dogs.

No, I don't remember, Mark.

Fuck, okay, well it's like some neighbors at war shit, bro.

Dale Flock fucking hated his neighbour, right?

His neighbor was a dog lover, bro.

Like, had shit loads of them, I think fucking fifty of 'em, right?

Anyway dog guy, he gets home to his block one day.

Find all his fucking dogs, bro...

dead.

[tense music playing]

Fucking 50 of them man, just fucking dead.

A field of dead dogs on his driveway bro.

So apparently Dale Flock, sick of the noise,

he'd come around and put fucking anti-freeze in the dog food, bro.

And a gun to the head of any dog who wasn't hungry.

How do you not remember that, bro?

It was all over the news, man.

Bro, the vet who was the first person on the scene,

she couldn't stop fucking crying, man.

Just a field of dead dogs in this fucking driveway, bro.

That's the guy we're dealing with, Tom.

Dale Flock, dog mass murderer.

Now he's done something to piss off his wife.

Fuck knows what.

Fucking women in this town, bro,

they just want their men dead.

[music stops]

Nah, enough. Come on, let's go.

Come on, bro let's just have a look.

-No, no. -The dude's a psycho Tom.

No. Come on, let's go home.

-Please. -Hurry up.

[engine rumbles]

[ominous music playing]

Pud! Caught me on my way back home.

How's those mokopuna of yours?

Sucking the life blood out of me, around every couple of days.

What have we got here?

Well, I've just come down here for my lunch

and come across this rod and this stuff here.

Just lying here. Probably nothing.

Yeah. You drink your lunch today Pud?

[chuckles]

There's a tackle box up here too!

Think some old fellah has probably gone in?

Hmm...

nah.

Any idea whose it is?

Nah, no clue.

Hey, aren't you going to dust it off for prints or something?

Ah, no. Someone's probably sick of catching nothing.

All it is.

Besides, it's been on salt water.

I already looked.

No, name.

Did you touch anything?

Right-o.

Anyways, pissed down last night, so you fellas wont get any prints off that.

[seagulls cawing]

We have to send it into town.

Do it on Monday if they're free.

Besides,

That bag,

might have protected any prints.

And what is it there... a bottle?

Think some old fart might be floating around out there?

Oh nah.

Well, probably not.

I mean, that rod holder should be here.

What's it doing in the sea with the rod as well?

[music continues]

Someone threw it in.

Come on Pud, I'll drive you home.

Hey, do you mind grabbing that fishing rod as well?

May as well bring it in with us, eh?

-Sure thing chief.

Appreciate it, Pud.

Anyone in?

[music stops]

[Mark] Hang on bro, why are we back here?

[Tom] Look just one drink and then we're gone, okay?

-I'm gonna take a shit.

[indistinct chatter]

Hey darling, how are you?

Good.

Yeah, we just uh...

picked up some gas for the journey so...

should be good for all of three days.

[laughs]

Thank you, darling.

That's alright. Don't want you sanding that cot in the dark.

No, wouldn't be very good would it?

Shall we go?

Why can't we stay for a beer?

It's kind of nice.

You wanna stay?

Yeah, is that alright?

It's nice. -Okay.

Yeah.

[T.V. plays in background]

Yeah, you want a top up there?

I'll have a virgin shandy.

Ooh, a virgin shandy?

Yes, darling. [chuckles]

Alright, don't get too wild.

[Rhys] It is you, eh?

Fuck me dead.

Last time I saw you is you and...

fuck, is you and your little brother, eh,

pedaling around on BMXs.

Yeah, yeah, at uh...

must have been Miss Cole's class, eh.

-[laughs] That's right!

Yeah.

Fuck! Fucking you moved down with your old lady, eh?

Yeah, I moved in with her when I was 13, 14,

and then got back here about a year ago, bro.

I heard about your old man.

That's shit, bro.

[chanting in background]

Big night for your crew?

[chanting loudens]

Fuck, it is for them.

You know, I gave it away.

Would've been about three years ago now.

Three? Or...

more like four, four years ago now.

Wasn't an alcoholic but I drank like one.

[snickers]

Just these now, right?

Isn't it illegal to smoke those inside?

Fuck, I tried everything eh?

Went with CDs, went box, mate...

Fuck that shit gum man.

You know how it is.

Yeah well tough times, mate. Can't knock the hustle.

Tell me about it.

I don't drink anymore either, bro.

Yeah.

Had a few issues.

Missus would run a mile if she saw me pick up another bottle.

Missus?

Yeah, bro, that's my lady here.

Yeah, she's pregnant.

Oh, no shit.

Congratulations!

Oh, thanks.

That's why we moved out here, man.

You know, get away from it all.

You moved to an entire town with an alcohol problem.

You do know that, right?

What? -Can we fucking go now?

No, just one drink.

Why not, bro?

Because. -[indiscernible]

I don't care man, just one drink.

Find something to do, you Noddy looking cunt.

Everything alright with Mark?

-Yeah. -Never seen him want to leave the pub early.

You alright?

What's happened? What's wrong?

Something happened last time we were here with one of the locals.

What?

Mark kind of stapled a guy's head.

He what?

What do you mean he stapled someone's head?

Tom! -Shh. I know.

What the fuck. Why didn't you tell me?

Christ, we have to live here!

I know, I know. Shh.

Why the fuck does he do shit like this?

-I don't know. -What's he thinking?

I don't know. That's why I just wanted to lie low for a bit, okay?

Until this dies down.

Look, I'm sorry, because I know you wanted to have a nice night together.

It's not that..

When are you gonna stop cleaning up after him?

Look, Dad did some pretty fucked up things, and he got the worst of it.

I understand that, you've told me, but...

stapling someone in the head, that's...

that's a lot, even for Mark.

Yeah.

I know that Mark's had it hard, but Tom...

you have to live your own life.

[ominous sting]

[engine rattles]

I don't know why I'm bothering trying to have this conversation

because he always comes back.

Like every time he fucks up, he always comes back, always comes back

because he knows that he's got his big brother

that will clean up his shit after him.

He charms his way back into our lives and you let him Tom,

every time, you just let him back into our lives.

The thing that pisses me off the most is that you know it.

Time to teach these cunts a lesson.

Nah, nah, nah bro, that's that cop.

That's his car.

[ominous sting]

Why didn't you just sell your dad's block,

give him half and tell him to piss off

and he can be an asshole somewhere else.

He's got no one.

Because he's a stupid shit.

I don't want him to be around our son.

Let's just go. -What?

No, finish your drink.

At the pub? Yeah, this is a lovely environment to drink in.

[Anna] Shit!

[Tom] What? [Mark] Oh, fuck.

-Still feel like stapling, bro?

-Tires ain't cheap, cus.

[ominous sting]

Can't believe they left the windows, bro.

I'll go see if someone's got spares to get us home.

Yeah, two thanks Anna.

[ominous sting]

[wheel squeaks]

Oh fuck.

[Rhys] Any time you need, just give us a bell.

[Anna] Oh thank you so much.

and thank you, yeah,

for helping cause I couldn't do anything. [laughs]

Nah, no worries, saw you guys stressing out.

We all good? -Oh hey, eh,

you've got a, uhm,

you've just got a split up your... your dress.

You're all good but...

Oh, fuck!

Shit.

Thanks, Rhys. -No worries.

[Mark] Hurry up, Anna.

Hey, I know they've got cameras but they haven't worked for fucking years, bro.

So... you got any ideas who did this?

Nothing.

-No?

Yeah, that'll do it then.

Hey, uhm...

you guys do any surfcasting out [indiscernible], there?

Nah, no, not out those ways.

[ominous sting]

Fuck, do you know Pud?

Who's that?

Oh, just a local around the way, he found a whole bunch of gear washed up with the tide but...

trying to find whose gear it is.

Exciting, I know.

No, no.

Yeah, nah, I just started getting into it.

I only just got these.

Anyway, I won't keep you.

Cheers Rhys! Thanks mate.

No worries!

[Anna] Thanks!

[somber music playing]

[blade scraping]

[music stops]

Bro.

Bro, I've been thinking,

and I reckon we should, you know, make him not be alive anymore.

What? Who?

-Flock.

[groans] That lady was nuts.

-I just spoke to her.

You what?

I'm being proactive, bro, taking care of business.

Don't talk to her.

Don't talk to anyone, ya clown.

Psst... Meatball

Hello.

Hey, boy. You enjoying your dinner?

Dude!

How's it going?

Yeah, yeah.

You know me.

Burning the midnight oil.

Hey, uhm, I won't keep you.

I got this bottle that I need you guys to do

your big city voodoo magic on and get me some prints.

Could be a missing person.

[ominous music playing]

No, no, no,

no one's reported anything.

Could be nothing, who knows?

Done, mate.

Yep, I'll send it to you in the A.M.

Hey, listen, really appreciate it, bro.

Thanks, man.

Take it easy.

Cheers, bye.

[music stops]

He's a man, not an animal.

A man.

A fucking evil man.

It's just a phone call, bro.

Yeah, well, who knows the bloody story, Mark?

Maybe the dude was irresponsible having 50 fucking dogs on his property.

Well, maybe they were strays nobody wanted.

Maybe he's trying to give them a lovely life.

Well, we kill animals for a living, Mark.

We kill livestock, bro. Humanely.

Saving them an awful trip down to the factory.

Fucking scared shitless, packed in there with other scared shitless animals.

We are deep in the shit. Deep in the fucking shit

and you want to wade in deeper?

I'm about to start a family, mate.

I don't know if you've noticed but we're fucking starving, bro.

Starving.

Like it's the fucking stone ages.

And I hate to break it to you, bro, but Anna...

she's a Yoko, man.

[soft ominous music playing]

You're a fucking Yoko.

I'm starting a family.

[spits]

Well, whose fucking idea was it to come out here in the first place, bro?

Didn't I fucking say we should've just sold this shithole?

Move somewhere, anywhere.

Become fucking panel beaters.

Lumberjacks.

They don't even like us here, Tom.

Listen, bro.

Hey.

For whatever reason, your compass...

is slightly out.

Look, I'm not judging.

Fuck, it happens, man. B-but for now...

for now, let's just use mine.

My compass. Got rid of that first body, didn't I?

I can do this, four fucking grand. [chuckles]

We do this one fucking job, we get four grand.

We'll get the power back on, some fucking decent food on the table, bro.

And hey, you're missus will be way happier.

How? No.

N-n-no, bro. I've thought about it.

A lot.

We use the twenty two.

The twenty two?

Yeah.

[spits]

That a yes?

[tense music playing]

Key to this bro, is you use stuff we already have.

When you start buying and borrowing shit,

that's how you get caught.

Fuck, I'll do it myself bro

but I need your help getting the body in the ute.

I'll pull the trigger, I'll do the rest.

It's a bunny gun.

It doesn't have the power.

Nah, I've researched it bro.

Hundred meters. Get him in the head.

[snaps fingers] Done.

I've checked the scope. It's all good.

[music stops]

[motor rumbles to a stop]

[ominous music playing]

[plastic rustling]

[whispers] Hey, what are you doing?

Making a silencer.

[whispers] Get some sleep.

[blows]

[music stops]

[wildlife noises]

[wind whooshes softly]

Okay, he works there alone fixing milking shed motors.

Right? And every day his missus

comes to drop off his lunch to him on her way to work over there, in the letterbox.

That's where we get him.

When he's on his way to the letterbox.

That way we leave no evidence in the shed.

We can fucking see everything.

No surprises. Clean.

Then we head down, grab his body, process him. Fucking easy.

And when's lunch?

She said lunchtime, so 12? 12:30? I don't know.

Hey, husband of the year, he is not.

Friend to dogs,

he is not.

[laughs] Fuck.

What?

You're fucking joking, mate.

It's a silencer.

A suppressor.

If it's for suppressing laughter,

it ain't working.

It'll fucking work, mate.

Hey.

There she is.

[slow percussive music playing]

What the fuck is she doing?

Jesus. -Yeah. Nice and natural.

Real fucking Meryl Streep, mate.

Did you tell her not to--? -Yeah I fucking told her.

Okay, thank you. Now fuck off, you silly cow.

Fuck me.

What the fuck is he doing in there?

Come on, you cunt.

No, no, no, no, no.

We don't want him to come out right now.

We want her to go to work and be around people for a while.

Alibis.

Yeah.

[music stops]

[wildlife noises]

[Mark] Fucking cloud looks like a fucking...

goat.

[door handle rattles]

Bro!

[Tom] You're fucking joking.

It's him!

[gun cocks]

[ominous music playing]

Fuck, that's him bro.

On a fucking scooter?

Yeah.

Why?

'Cause he's old.

No, why didn't you tell me?

'Cause you would have bitched and moaned just like you're doing now.

-You still should have told me. -Shh.

[gunshot]

-Did you shoot him?

Yes! Got him square in the fucking leg.

With a bullet?

Yes. He didn't fucking feel it.

You sure?

Well he's still scooting isn't he?

No, are you sure you got him?

Tom, he's going to be donning a fucking hole in his pants tonight.

[breathes heavily]

Come on.

[gunshot]

I fucking got him again in the exact same fucking place.

He didn't even fucking feel it.

Mate, you're too far away, you've got to get closer.

[gun cocks]

Fucking hell he's sped up if anything.

Come on, you cunt.

[gunshot]

Oi, he fucking felt that one.

Fuck he's fucking look at us.

[music intensifies]

Go, go, go, go, go!

[Tom] Go, go, go, go, go. Hurry up. Go.

[gun cocks]

[panting]

Shoot him.

Hurry up!

Hurry up!

Mark!

Fucking hell.

[gunshot]

[sighs]

[music stops]

[panting]

[Tom] Thought you said he was bald?

What?

Bald. You said his wife called him the fat, bald cunt.

Hey, there he is.

-What? -Tom, that's him!

[ominous sting]

Who the fuck's this?

I don't know, his mate?

[scooter beeping]

Jesus. Fuck! Come on!

Hurry up!

[tense music playing]

[puddle splashes]

[Mark] Fuck.

[automated phone message] The person you have dialed can't take your call right now.

Press hash...

George, is he okay?

He's fine.

[gunshot]

[music simmers]

[sighs]

[sniffs]

[machine grinding]

[sinister music playing]

[Mark] Bro.

Where the fuck did that second guy come from?

Like, you know, there was only one car.

[panting]

Must've been his mate.

You think someone dropped him off?

[machine stops]

Bro when you think about it,

people are only really hiring us to get rid of the bodies.

But what if we got them to do the killing

and then we just focused on disposal?

That second guy's wife,

isn't going to miss him.

But that first guy?

No, no, no. We're done, Mark!

That cock up is gonna land us in fucking Waikeria.

Just thinking, bro.

No fucking more!

We're on track to becoming financially independent, Tom.

It's bodies that gets people caught.

Fucking leave me to clean up.

[metal clatters]

[phone buzzing]

[music stops]

Hey, is everything alright?

[ominous sting]

[tense music playing]

Hey, baby.

-Hey.

[music stops]

You good? -Yeah.

What are you up to?

Just resting.

[ominous sting]

[wildlife noises]

[ominous music playing]

[car hums]

Hey!

Keep this shit locked up, you hear me?

Kids found it... [glass shatters]

and fucking brought it into the house playing fucking games with it.

[Tom] Hey.

Did you get that money?

I gave it to your wife, I'm not sure if she uhm...

Yes, yes, I got it.

Yeah, she wasn't too keen on it.

The ignorance of youth, eh?

We'll have some more for you soon, alright?

Oh, I know you will,

That's not why I'm calling, though.

You've been very, very naughty boys, haven't you?

That little brother of yours acting like a dickhead in town.

He stapled our dog, Boi did.

I don't care what he did.

And I don't care what you did to him.

It stops, you hear?

Yeah, It's stopped.

I've already spoken to Mark about it, okay? It's done.

You just keep little brother on a leash, you hear?

I've got a lot of shit going on this district,

and I cannot have people looking into it too closely.

I've already got cunt-stable long hair, watching me, y'hear?

Do you understand?

Yes.

Good, you just stick to the failing meat business.

On a leash.

[music continues]

[loud electronic music playing]

Oh shit!

Stop drinking.

Stop drinking, please.

Anybody go into my room?

You grab a bottle?

Can you stop drinking, stop drinking.

Phil.

Phil, did you go into my room?

You get that bottle..?

There was a bottle in my draw.

You get it?

You don't know?

Thanks, bro.

Nah, it's alright bro.

Go to bed.

-[door slams] -[music stops]

[Tom groans] It's fucking three.

Shit bro, I fucked up.

It's fucking 3 a.m.

I fucked up. [panting]

What do you mean, you fucked up?

I'll hold the fucking gun now.

I fucked up.

We need a torch bro, we need a fucking torch.

Hey, hold on, hold on...

Hey! Why is there blood on your hands?

[sinister music playing]

It's not my blood, bro.

Not your blood? Whose-- whose blood is it, Mark?

Mark?

Where's the fucking torch?

Mark!

Who's blood is it?

You know the body we were getting rid of?

Fucking Dale Flock's mate.

George, the fucking, you know, Second guy on the scooter--

Hold on. Hold--

I checked his pockets, I found his phone bro.

Hold on, why do you know his name?

His phone, man.

It fucking rang in my hand!

And you answered it?

It was fucking automatic man, I wasn't thinking,

I was just wanting to find out who we're dealing with.

God, no. Who we're dealing with?

What do you mean? -His wife.

You know, I thought it would be her, you know?

Fucking wondering where he was.

Oh you stupid...

Tom, we need to go back there, man.

Stupid, stupid...

Where the fuck is the torch?

Stupid.

Dude, I recognized her fucking voice, man.

You fuck.

Tom, Tom, she knew my voice.

-You fucking idiot. -She knew my voice, bro.

The moment she fucking heard me speak,

her voice just changed, I know she fucking knew who I was.

You fucking idiot!

Do you realize what you've done?

You selfish fucking prick.

I'm sorry man, I need your help...

I need your help.

[whimpers]

Please, bro.

[tense music playing]

[engine rumbling]

Bro, I went to the dairy to wait for her

to you know, to see what she was going to do.

She went to the fucking cop shop.

But, like, she just waited outside, man.

Like...

she's trying to decide whether or not she was actually going to go in

and tell them about her husband.

You know?

So I waited, bro, and...

and then she just fucking left.

So I followed her home

but I thought, you know, I could fucking tie up the loose ends.

And I had the rifle with me bro, and I thought...

fuck it, man, I could threaten her or something.

Tom, she just fucking came at me, bro...

And I couldn't fucking hold the rifle properly.

So I fired, bro, and I think I fucking hit her in the shoulder or something

'cause she just fucking screamed and then fucking took off, bro.

So I followed her, you know, and I...

I went and looked for her for like a fucking hour, bro.

Nothing, man.

[music continues]

She's still out there somewhere, bro.

But I took her keys man, and I ripped out her phone.

Mobile?

[music stops]

[Tom] Alright, split up.

See if you can find a torch, eh.

[ominous music playing]

[metal rattling]

[cupboards slam]

[flashlight clicks]

Found her phone. She doesn't have it.

Well that's something.

What do we do now? She's not in here.

Outside. She can't be far. Come on.

[tense music playing]

[switch clicks]

[breathes heavily]

[rain pattering]

[Mark] Whoa, fuck.

[sighs]

You grab the ankles, I'll grab the wrists.

-Oh fuck!

She had another phone.

[music continues]

Fuck.

Oh, fuck.

What?

It won't take a genius to work out who that is.

Clever girl.

She took a picture.

That's me.

Who the fuck she send that to?

Fuck. -Hold on, hold on, hold on.

-Fuck, Tom. -I recognize the number.

Who the fuck is that?

Fucking bitch! Fuck!

Holy fuck.

Whose fucking number was that Tom?

What?

Tom?

She was texting Woods.

She fucking sent that to fucking Woods?

Off a spare phone.

Bro, do you think...

do you think she's fucking Woods?

He hasn't replied.

He was probably fucking sleeping.

Turns his fucking phone off so his missus doesn't catch on.

Fuck he'll read it in the fucking morning though.

Not if we get his phone first.

How the fuck are we going to do that Tom?

No fucking way, man.

[music stops]

Nah, let's fucking go.

And do what?

I don't fucking know Tom.

Let's fucking leave this town, bro.

[mellow music playing]

If Woods fucking catches us.

He's going to chuck us in that fucking offal pit.

We're not going.

Why not?

Because I swore that we'd build a fucking life here,

and that's what I'm going to do.

You can go.

But I'm going to fix this.

[engine rumbling]

[tense music playing]

Okay.

I'll break in...

steal the phone, delete the message, put it back.

We're done.

And if we're lucky, it's going to be charging on the kitchen bench.

Tom, can we just...

[sighs]

This is fucking insane, man.

This is fucking Woods, bro.

Remember what he did to Dad?

We just fucking grab Anna and we just fucking leave.

You don't see it do you?

See what?

Because we discovered Woods having an affair with that woman,

the fact that he was seeing her,

it makes him look bad.

Not us.

All this shit that we've been doing,

all of it, can be pinned on him.

He was boning that woman.

Alright? Her husband ends up dead.

They have to barely scratch the surface,

and the cops will figure that out.

All we have to do is fucking make sure he doesn't see that message.

[music continues]

Quick, check the phone, see if he's on to us.

Nothing.

Alright.

Soon as you see me coming out of the house,

you get that engine running.

Got it?

Yeah?

Cool?

You alright?

You sure?

Yes.

Alright.

[music continues]

[exhales]

[music continues]

[door creaks]

Fuck.

[urine splashing]

Fuck.

[music continues]

[door clicks]

[floor creaks]

[music continues]

[boy] Hello?

[music stops]

[whispers] I'm just playing a game with your dad, okay?

Shh.

Where are you going?

[dramatic music playing]

[panting]

Mark! Where the fuck?

[indistinct shouting]

Get your fucking ass out of bed.

[music simmers]

[door creaks]

[thud]

[music stops]

[engine rumbling]

All right, wakey-wakey,

Come on buddy, I've a special place for you.

[sinister music playing]

[chuckles] Just relax. Everything's gonna be fine.

Bet you wish your fucking dickhead brother was here right now, eh? [chuckles]

[Tom groans]

I chucked a couple of Friesians in there a few days ago.

He won't last five minutes.

Get him up.

The boys have never seen anyone go in live before, [chuckles]

So it's going to be a bit of a buzz for them, eh.

Get the hammer.

Fuck the hammer, he's going in conscious.

Open up the lid.

[heavy breathing]

[metal scrapes]

[heaving, coughing]

You scared, bro?

You should be.

'Cause you're fucking going in, ya cunt.

[Tom shouts]

[coughs]

[splutters, heaves]

[shouts]

In a couple of days, we might just give you some company.

Your dickhead brother.

Wait. Wait, wait, wait, wait!

I got his phone! Wait, I got his phone!

[shouts]

[Boi Boi] Good luck getting reception out here, mate.

[music stops]

[wildlife noises]

[hose hisses]

[spits]

You're lucky you still had it on you.

I was just going to throw you back in the pit...

then I thought, no, I need a favor.

It's up to you.

Or your brother.

[somber music playing]

Was it you...

who threw my dad off the cliff?

No.

No, I did not throw your father into that gorge.

I believe he was propelled into that gorge by his own weary legs.

Mind you,

I suppose indirectly, I might have been responsible.

He was after all, a man in crippling debt.

You want to know the truth, Thomas?

Your dad was a meth-head.

Yeah.

He was into it with everyone, not just me.

Oh well, you know, you can believe what you want.

A 65 year old farmer crack addict.

I think he was embarrassed.

He hid it well,

Your mom did leave so maybe not that well, eh.

Fucking P eh?

I call it the greedy drug.

Wants everything you got, not just your money.

No, no. It wants your friends, your family, your health.

Your dignity.

I went round to collect once.

Your old man had pissed the bed, still in it.

Fucking stunk it did.

I'll tell you now there's no way to get out of a wet bed

with any dignity, that's for sure.

[music continues]

What are you looking at me like that for? Eh?

Remember I was the one that lent him the money to keep that farm.

65 year old junkie?

[scoffs] Nobody else would.

Old numb-nuts here did. [chuckles]

Yeah.

[whimpers]

Now, about that favor.

It's going to be hard on you, but you will do it.

[music stops]

[Flattie] Rhys?

Don't worry bro, you guys got this.

[mellow music playing]

[phone ringing]

Fuck.

Bro, bro?

Tom?

Tom?

Are you there? Tom?

Tom? Fucking hell bro.

Hello?

Tom?

Prick.

[chuckles]

Fucking hell... [sobs]

I'm sorry, bro.

You're a fucking prick, brother.

I know, bro, I know.

I'm fucking sorry, okay?

You all good?

You were meant to wait.

Yeah I know bro, but you took so fucking long man,

I thought they got you in the fucking house.

Yeah, sure you did.

I did bro.

Where are you?

At Aunty's?

[whimpers]

How'd you get out, bro?

I mean fuck, I thought you were fucking--

Woods wants us to do somebody.

What?

Woods wants us to do somebody.

Really?

Yeah.

That's how I got away.

[music becomes sinister]

They got me and then Woods said he needed a favor.

We do this, we go home and no more debt.

We don't owe him anything, move on.

Fuck. [chuckles]

[sighs]

Who?

Who's he want done?

That cop.

[coughs]

The cop?

Yeah, Rhys the police.

What the fuck, bro?

Isn't he your mate?

He's not my mate.

Are you actually going to fucking do this, bro?

We're going to do this.

Bro?

Bro.

Tom, we will be fucking hung for this bro.

Not if we're careful.

Now, where are you?

Nah bro, Boi Boi will be fucking watching the house man.

Woods called him off.

We're good.

I mean fuck...

Tom, old farmers is one thing, bro, but fucking cops, man?

H-how are we even going to fucking do it, man?

Doesn't he live with all his gay mates?

I've been planning.

Now where are you?

'Cause I need the truck.

[music stops]

[engine rumbles]

[somber music playing]

Rhys, eh?

Fuck.

How we gonna do that, bro?

I mean... [chuckles]

It's gonna put so much shit on us man.

Yeah.

Yeah, we should probably move.

There will be a lot of heat around here.

Sell up, like you always wanted.

Yeah.

Yeah.

I know I should never have come out here, bro.

This kind of work you need both your hands.

Listen...

after we're done with this job...

You've got to go your own way.

Go lay carpet, sand floors, whatever it is you used to want to do.

But we're done.

[engine rumbling]

[music continues]

[blows]

Shit.

[sinister music playing]

[wildlife noises]

[engine rumbles]

[Tom] Just over this hill here.

Pretty good line of sight.

[metal clangs]

[music continues]

[gunshot]

[music stops]

[somber music playing]

[phone buzzing]

[ominous music playing]

[engine rumbles]

[sighs]

[sniffs]

[music stops]

Where's Mark?

-Ah, he's taken off.

Come on, lets go talk inside eh.

I saw you pick him up this morning.

He's just sick of everything.

So he's just gone?

Yeah, I dropped him at the station.

You finally got what you wanted, eh?

Come on.

[somber music playing]

Look, I know uh...

things haven't...

all been there lately.

Uhm... it's going to get a lot easier.

[music becomes sinister]

Yeah, those uhm, last few kills, we...

we actually managed to get out from under the old man's debt. So...

Yeah?

Yeah, yeah, completely.

So, uhm, it's going to be alright.

Yeah, debt's gone.

Mark's...

gone.

It's just going to be me, you and bubs.

We're going to be alright.

We'll be alright.

[chuckles]

You alright?

[shouts] Are you alright?

Yes, I'm alright.

[breathes heavily] Good.

That's all I needed to know.

[whimpers]

[music becomes somber]

[ominous music playing]

[sighs]

[music continues]

[music becomes somber]

[machine grinding]

[music stops]

[wildlife noises]

[Tom] Hey Rhys!

How ya doing, eh?

Yeah I'm alright, Rhys.

This one keeping youse busy?

[Tom] Yeah, not a wink. [chuckles]

Oh, sorry.

Yeah, oh no, no. Don't worry. I didn't pull you over for any reason.

I just...

I saw you drive past and I...

I thought I'd save a call.

Now that those uhm, detectives pissed off I can do some work.

Hey uhm...

checked in with the stations down Norse.

Even out Coromandel ways, and still nothing on your brother.

Yeah, yeah I appreciate that, mate, I really do.

According to Mom...

he was pretty upset and...

confused.

But uh, they had a weird relationship. So...

Talking about missing, Boi Jacobs has gone M.I.A.

Probably sleeping off a hangover somewhere, eh? [laughs]

Did you hear anything?

Yeah, well, you know, just all the shit that went down.

How long?

Just a few days. -Mhm.

[mellow music playing]

Probably keep my job a bit easier for the next week or so, eh?

Anyway...

Hey, I haven't seen you down the pub recently.

Your mates down there.

Shit, they can put away some piss mate.

-What do they say?

First part of your life is causing shit,

while the second half is just cleaning it up.

[music continues]

[music stops]

[John McKenzie - Western Song #2 playing]

[music stops]