Hunt for the Wilderpeople Page #5

---

And bury it!

I'll bury you.

This ain't no charred foster kid.

How can you tell, Paula?

Does this look like a

human head to you, Andy?

Where are you, Ricky Baker?

Hey, I reckon the old man chopped

him up, buried him somewhere-

Or ate him.

Something definitely happened,

but I'm wondering what.

OK, I'm gonna need you to shut up, Andy,

because you're doing my frickin' head in.

Come on, let's go.

This ain't over by a Mangaweka mile.

Get me the police.

It's an emergency.

Hey, whoa, Paula.

I am the police.

I mean real ones, Andy.

Ones with guns.

# Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh. Yeah.

Hey, Uncle, wanna

listen to my Walkman?

No.

Where are you going?

Hunting.

Like hell.

You can thank me later.

Tupac!

TUPAC BARKS Yeah, yeah.

Did you get any food?

What the hell is that?

Salad.

What? I'd like to see

you do any better.

Never eaten a slug before.

Where did you get it?

It's an eel.

Got it down the creek.

Yeah, but how? With what?

Oh, I don't know. The knack.

Oh yeah, the knack.

What's that? How do you get it?

It's not a thing. It's just-

You just get it. It's a...

Oh, it's a way of, um-

it's a way of figuring things out

without having to think too hard or...

or talk, more importantly.

You know, most people who die in

the bush- they're found naked.

Ew.

Yeah, they panic, and they think

their clothes are slowing them down.

They throw them away, and

then the cold gets to them.

But the trick is-

this is the knack-

you stay calm, you look for water,

you follow it to high ground

until you can see what's going on.

What would you do if I got

lost today? Would you miss me?

Well, you- you didn't get lost,

so... that's good.

Do you miss Auntie Bella?

Shh.

Yeah, you're still processing.

You got to do that when sad

things happen- process it.

That's like when my mate Amber died.

I processed that for ages.

Who's Amber?

We were in a home

together for a while,

and she went to this new family and

then started getting in trouble,

telling stories about the dad.

And then one day she was just dead.

What do you mean dead? How?

Don't know. No one told me.

This slug is actually pretty good.

Come on, it's time

to get out of here.

Yes! Yes! Yes, yes,

yes, yes, yes! Yes!

OK. We'll stay here the night, and we'll

be back at the farm by tomorrow arvo.

Yes!

There's beds, books!

Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes!

Toilet paper!

A nice, warm fire.

DOGS BARK Get out, you mongrels.

Come on. Come on. Give me some bars so I

can communicate with the outside world.

Ricky,...

take a look at this.

Oh, Uncle. We're famous!

"Hector Faulkner,

65, and Richard Baker, 13,

"have been missing now for six weeks.

"Faulkner is Cauc...

Rate this script:3.8 / 26 votes