Hunt for the Wilderpeople Page #15

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No! No!

Tree!

Get off!

Slow down!

That's my bike.

Shut up, they're mine.

Whoa.

SIRENS WAIL Uh-oh.

May as well play it to the end.

What do you reckon?

You mean have a shoot out, and then when we've

got no bullets, run out and say, "Freedom!"

And then die in a blaze of glory?

No. I actually meant

till we run out of petrol.

Oh. Well, I'm dying

in a blaze of glory.

ENGINE REVS No!

Oh.

Whoa.

Faulkner! This is the Police.

Stop the vehicle and hand over the boy.

You're pretty much

surrounded. No escape.

Come on mate.

Mr Faulkner... Mr Faulk-

Pull the bloody vehicle

over, Faulkner.

Ricky Baker!

Hi, Paula!

You pull that ute over right now or you're

going to be in a whole lot of trouble, son!

You don't even have

your full licence!

Ricky!

Is that what I think it is?

Uncle Hec! Uncle Hec, that's the actual army.

This is like an actual war, like, for real!

Roger, Comms, we have visual.

Kilo, Foxtrot. We've

lost them in the bush.

OK. Stop the truck, Ricky. I just-

stop the truck. I want to get out now.

I didn't choose the skux life;

the skux life chose me.

Ricky, stop.

ENGINE REVS Stop!

Freedom!

How many bullets do we have?

Ricky, we've got to stop.

Never! Come on!

Mate, this is it for me. Look, I can't go on

anymore. My leg is buggered. I can hardly see.

This is the end.

Ricky Baker, you get out

here this instant, son.

You've caused a lot of damage

to private property today.

You've taken out this corrugated

iron fence. Not cool, not cheap.

Ricky, this isn't a game.

That's real over there.

They're never gonna stop

chasing, ever. We're done.

I'm not going back!

Listen, it's over.

Traitor!

Give me your gun! Give me it!

Oi, you! Give me your gun.

Where's your taser?

It's been booked.

It's in Wellington.

Oh for God's sake!

It wasn't me!

You idiot, what did I tell

you about gun responsibility?

That's it. I'm giving you up.

We give up!

He's molestering me!

I knew it.

You little bastard!

He's a molesterer!

I'm not! He's lying!

I'm not a molesterer!

I bloody hate you.

I hate you too, traitor!

That's it. You're on your own.

Don't shoot!

Don't you take another step.

What do you think you're doing?

What do you think he's doing, Andy?

Andy?

You're not going anywhere.

We stick together!

What, are you gonna shoot me?

Do it.

We're family!

Like hell.

Go ahead. Shoot me.

Got you now, perv.

Oh!

You shot me! I'm- I'm sorry, I'm sorry!

It was an accident!

I've got him! I've got the package!

Well done, everybody! Now let's get

this precious child out of here!

I'm sorry, Uncle. No! I'm not your

bloody uncle. I didn't mean to!

Hector Faulkner,

you are under arrest.

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