Hunt for the Wilderpeople Page #3

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other side of that door?

Jesus.

Jesus. Yeah, Jesus.

He's tricky like that, Jesus.

So let us pray, to Jesus, please,

and make it a bit easier to get

through those doors, uh, to find you

and your bounty of

delicious confectionary.

Thank you, Selena.

Take it away.

Dinner. It's a bit burnt.

Here.

Read this.

Out loud.

"From the

Child Welfare people.

"Mr Hector Faulkner.

"This is Paula Hall from

Child Welfare writing to you.

"I'm sorry to hear about

your recent bereavement.

"However, in light of

the altered circumstances,

"the current situation regarding

Ricky's care will have to be reviewed.

"As of June the 1st, I will be

taking him back into state custody

"until alternative

arrangements can be made.

"Rest assured I am working tireless

to find a new home for Ricky.

"And you can expect a visit next

week for Ricky's collection.

"Sincerely, Paula Hall,

Ministry of Child Welfare."

Like hell! They can't do that!

Yeah, they can.

But I live here now.

It's my home!

Not any more, it isn't. Not in their

eyes. Not without a woman to run the show.

Why don't we just get you a new wife? There's

plenty of ladies on the internet, I heard.

Too soon?

What if we just keep living here,

and if they try to take the farm,

we'll just have a

shootout, like Scarface.

Except we don't have any cocaine.

You can't change this, Ricky.

You're gonna go back, and you're

gonna stick it out in a new home. OK?

There's no way that's happening.

Well, I'm gonna go bush. I'm

gonna... disappear for a while.

Disappear? Yeah,

that sounds more like me.

Come on! We'll be a team!

Oh, for God's sake. You wouldn't

last five minutes out there.

But Auntie Bella said

you had to look after me!

Can you just give me some privacy?

I heard they do experiments

at the Boys' Home-

waterboarding, torture,

that sort of thing.

This one boy got thrown acid on his

face because he asked for more Weet-Bix.

Hey, you can't put Auntie in a box.

Give it a rest.

But she wanted to go

to the sky place.

She's gone, OK? That's life- one day you're

here, and the next you're in a bloody box.

Just get this into your head, boy- it

was Bella that wanted you here, not me.

I know you think this

can work, but it can't.

So the welfare people are coming

on Friday. They're coming to get you.

That's that, then?

Yep... that's that.

That's that.

Goodbye, Ricky Baker.

FLAMES WHOOSH Uh-oh.

Come on, Tupac! Come on, Tupac!

# Out alone in the middle

of the ocean blue.

Whoa!

# Leave the world behind I

guess I never really knew.

# So many people, so many worlds.

# Don't you worry about me.

# Don't you worry about...

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