(Ed) Ah, Do we really want to get mixed up in this?
(Heather) Well, we already are a little bit.
You know, if we take down the number plates,
then it shows that we're not involved.
Hey. What are you doing?
(Louie) You know, he tortures people when they fuck up?
(Gravel) Who? (Louie) The one in the blazer.
(Ed) We've got their broken boat.
Got their number plates, now we've got the GPS.
(Heather) What the hell is out there?
(Sam) It's just that the crew out there have no food or water,
and they're going to die soon.
-Are you fucking kidding me? -Excuse me?
-I don't wanna be done for murder. (Stevie) Well, those
(Stevie) mad Chinese guys, gone and bought another boat.
Oh, you have cash?
Gee, that boat's gotta cost, what, close to 100 grand?
(Stevie) Ah yeah, roughly.
(Stevie) Can you launch this tonight?
(Thugga) When the laundry lands, cut it in half
dig a hole somewhere safe and bury half of it.
(tense music) (Ed) I want to report something.
I, I mean, there's a crime happening now.
(Heather) What if they do something to us?
(Ed) Yeah, hello, Stevie. 30 minutes, then.
Okay. See you then.
(relaxed music)
-Hey. Are you Aquaman? -Man? No.
(Lesley) Showers not doing the job?
-You taking your meds? -Why's that?
-You don't look well, at all. -It's cause I'm not.
This holiday must be sucking balls.
Between you and me, it really is.
Hey, um. Why did that boy ask me if I'm Aquaman?
-You're always wet. -All right. Fair enough.
(knocking)
(Ed) No, ah... No need to head to Shipwrecks Bay, mate.
(Ed) No, we can just launch it down the front here.
Yeah, okey dokey Stevie.
Yeah, beauty mate.
Okay. I'll see you later, alligator.
-See you later, alligator? -I'm just trying to be casual.
We have to.
(phone beeps)
(tense music)
Yes, hello.
Am I being recorded?
Okay.
This is Ed, I called earlier.
Yes, this is my second call.
Yep, that's the one, the 100k one.
Yep.
So I'll launch them then I'll come back here, call you again
and let you know where they'll be.
Yeah, sounds good. We'll talk then.
Okay?
-Yeah, they just want us to take down the number of the new trailer.
My hands are all sweaty.
Okay, let's just get this out of the way.
Okay.
(computer alert bleeps)
Hey, Geraldo! Sweet, I am outta here.
Anything of ah interest?
Ah yeah, couple of things to look into, um
I just dropped them into "to investigate" file.
What did it say?
Um, something about a dodgy boat launch or something.
Dodge launching boats again?
Nah, nah. Nah, Ed called it in.
(pensive music) Okay, um, I'll look into it.
All right. See you later, G-man.
Yep. See you.
Hey. Hey, Son. How you going?
(opening credit music)
(tense music)
(waves lap softly on boat)
(urine splashes in toilet)
(boat creaks) (Ling groans)
(hums melodically)
Oh, you've got to at least scrape it
so that you can't even see New Zealand.
Why do we care about the labels? We already have the laundry.
Just 'cause if anything happens to the boat,
like, if they get caught,
we don't want them to know that they delivered
anything to New Zealand.
That's what Thugga texted.
Sweet. If Thugga say so.
(Tall Guy) Maybe... Stevie's allergic to chlorine.
Aye?
You know, I used to date this chick once, yeah
and oh my.... anyways, like,
she was allergic to chlorine and used to play water polo,
had to stop because she'd vomit after games and stuff, it was...
-Oh, Stevie doesn't play water polo. -Yeah, but he has so many showers.
(Tall Guy) Yeah?
Come on, Louie.
It's like that. Bada bing,
bada boom!
I'm out.
Aye, what? But the boat's turning up soon.
Yeah, but I'm just a spotter driver, Louie.
Not earning the big bucks like you. Yeah?
(laughs) Okay.
Aye...
(chilled cool music)
(Ed) Okay. Wow.
(Heather) Far out.
-Gee, I wouldn't mind one of those. -It's definitely not weed.
-You ready? -As I'll ever be.
Number plates.
Hey, breathe, breathe.
Stay calm.
-Hmm, hmm -They don't suspect a thing.
There's no reason to.
We'll just do it, then it's done.
We played our part. We helped.
It's not like we can get out of it now, is it?
-I'll take the tractor.
-You bring the ute? -Hmm, hmm
-Love you. -Love you too.
-I'll see you down the beach. -Hmm, hmm. Yep.
(tense music)
(breathes deeply) Carly.
Come on, girl.
Good girl. Come on, let's go.
(Stevie groans)
Yeah.
(muffled music plays on headphones)
Think fast.
What was that for?
Quit fucking around. Get the food and water into the boat.
-Where's Tall Guy? (tractor engine revs)
Oh, he said he was just a spotter, didn't need to come.
What'dya mean?
Well, he just said like, it wasn't his job, so...
-(Ed) See you at the beach boys. -Easy.
I said all hands on deck.
Ah, well. He said he wasn't getting paid the big bucks.
Fucking dickhead. Where's Stevie?
-He's just in the front. -Fuck.
Louie, how many, ah, boxes we get?
(Louie) Ah, like ten boxes.
-There's no beetroot, aye? -Yeah, no beetroot.
Oh, Tall Guy got some chow-chow cause it sounded Chinese.
Bruh, you should have got some sweet and sour, aye?
Oh yeah, well.
Move!
(Ed) Where's Toby?
(Heather) Home. Sleep on the rug.
You think those lamps are working?
Yeah, I think so. Yeah.
(gulls call)
You think they're going to be able to launch it this time?
They'd have to be the worst boaties in the world to fail in that thing.
(engine stops)
-Tight fit? -Nah, Louie's a pretty small dude.
Nice gloves.
(Gravel) Yeah. Don't want to get our hands dirty, you know?
Sandy. (pensive music)
(Gravel) They got Sandy last time, and it's ah,
hard to get out from under the fingernails.
(Ed) So this boat's ah, ready to go?
(Gravel) Better be.
(tense music)
Nice boat, aye? (Ed) Yeah, she's a beauty mate.
(Gravel) Yeah, it's one of my best ones.
(Ed) Yeah. Okay.
(Gravel) Actually, did you wanna, buy the boat
after we're done with the trip?
(Ed) Ah, don't think so, mate. Bit out of my price range.
-What's that? (Cai) Sam!
(Sam) "Huh?"
(music intensifies)
You guys. You don't learn, do you?
(nervously) You didn't put these in.
(Heather) They forgot to put the bungs in.
(Ed) Good to go, huh?
Cai is just asking, politely, if you could just please double check
the boat one more time, please.
Bruh, why does he sound angry even when he's asking nicely?
Different culture.
Aye...yeah...
(Gravel) Bruh! Sam!
Hey, what's up?
-You going fishing? -Yeah.
They love their fishing.
Really?
Yeah, like a charter business.
Why are you putting them there? They'll fly off in the waves.
Good point.
Do you think that the fishing cover story was really necessary?
Yeah. It's what we told the guys we bought the boat from.
Gotta keep all the cover stories going.
Yeah. Can never have too many cover stories.
It's like an onion.
Every layer you get, the further away from the truth, bruh.
-What? -(Mack) Good point.
Louie, go get the urn.
-It's on the other boat. -Nah, remember, we got two bruh.
(Gravel) Always a plan B, right, Mack?
-Yeah, Good thinking. -I'll grab it.
(muzak plays on phone)
(gear shift clunks)
Okay. Ready to go?
(Sam) Yep. Good to go.
(tractor starts) (Gravel) Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait
You've got to take this.
Another urn?
Yeah, our brother. Got to say goodbye.
-Oh, right. -Lads, come together.
(tractor stops)
They do know you're not meant to divide the ashes
into two urns, right?
-(Mack) Toks... -Maybe it's another brother.
(Mack) ...the world's going to miss a giant amongst giants.
A titan amongst titans. A warrior, amongst...
Warriors.
This is worse than when the Terminator did that
"Kindergarten Cop" movie.
(Gravel) I just want you to know, lad...
I think that was actually more believable.
(Gravel) ...I'll never forget you.
(Heather giggles)
(emotionally) I can't. I just can't.
Um...
Thanks, mate, for the memories, mate.
Dear friend.
I'll see you up there.
Where the heavens will accept you as one of them!
Brother.
Toks. You were one of the good ones.
(ominous music)
Cai would just like to know, who's changed his GPS to English?
Shit. I forgot to change it back.
(hurriedly) Go, go, go, go
(tractor starts) Wait, wait. Hey!
Hey, what did he say about the GPS?
Oh, something about seeing you guys later.
(Stevie) No, no. He said that the GPS unit was in English.
Louis, did you change it?
Nah. (tense music)
Didn't your, ah... didn't your friend take it off the boat?
What friend?
-Tall Guy? -Yeah.
Man, typical. Useless dickhead.
-So how ya feeling now, Stevie? -Well, I've felt better.
Do you think you're allergic to chlorine?
-Huh? -'Cause of all the showers.
Why don't we go and watch the boat launch?
(rhythmic drumming)
(waves crash)
Lower the engine!
(Ed) Ok. I'm gunna jerk the boat off the trailer!
Okay, get ready!
(tractor engine revs)
(upbeat music)
Help! Help!
(Ed) We gotta get in the water! Need to turn the boat around!
-I think Ed needs your help. -Turn the boat around!
-(Ed shouting) Turn the boat! -Oh, shit bruh.
-My boat's gunna get washed up.
-I'm too sick. I can't. -You're really no fucking help, aye.
Faster!
-Turn the boat! (Mack) All right, boys.
(indistinct shouting)
(Mack) Hey. What the fuck are we doing?
(boat creaks) (waves crash)
-Come on. Around the other side. -Let's go.
(indistinct shouting)
(boat engine revs)
Go!
(motor revs)
(gears clunk) (motor revs)
(Sam) Thank you!
(Gravel) Nice bruh.
-There goes your brother. -Yep.
(motor revs) (Sam) Heeey!
(Gravel) That's a mean boat, bruh. Maybe I should keep it?
(Mack) One job at a time, Toks.
(Mack) Thanks, Ed. Heaps.
(phone chimes and vibrates)
(message bleeps)
(phone chimes and vibrates)
-Thugga. -Laundry's in the machine,
we can pick it up as soon as it's clean.
Thugga, you are a poet.
-Am I? -You rhymed.
Thanks.
(tense atmospheric music)
Hey, ah, what do you guys want to do with the trailer?
Oh, I don't know.
Nah, you take it. Aye, I've got some cash for ya.
It's all good, mate. No worries.
Nah, seriously, take it, please.
(tense music continues)
Are you going to pick up those guys later?
Yeah, um, we're just going up the beach,
there's another entrance up that way.
Oh, Hukatere.
Yeah, yeah, that's it. Yeah.
(Gravel) Ed. Heather. (car door closes)
Thanks for all the help.
What are they gunna do with the boat?
Ahh, it doesn't matter.
Hukatere has one exit.
Whatever they got planned,
I don't think it's going to end the way they thought.
-(Mack) We done it, boys. -(Gravel) Owah!
Stevie still in the shower?
Home free, lads. (chuckles)
("Very On" by Team Dynamite plays)
Hey, ah, we still don't have the laundry?
-Semantics. -Semantics?
Just put it in the camper and we're good.
-Easy. Here's yours toko. -Yeah, bruh.
-Cheers, boys. -Aye.
(bottles clink)
Mmm.
(Mack) Where's Tall Guy?
Um, I'm gonna go call my girlfriend, I can stop by his room.
(both snigger)
Louie's in love, bruh. (both chuckle)
Aye, he only loves her 'cause she's got a credit card
-so she can buy him sneakers. -Shut up, Mack.
Okay, hold on. I'll stop by his room, aye?
(dark atmospheric music) What?
(Carmen whispering) The baby, Louie.
-I thought-- (Carmen) You missed it.
'Cause you're off doing whatever you're doing.
Hey, you. You weren't due till--
Well the baby doesn't care does she?
She decided it was time in the bloody living room.
(Carmen) Literally, there was blood everywhere.
Are you okay? Is she okay?
Where's Jayden?
Calm down.
I'm fine. She's fine. I'm alive.
It was just a tear the medics delivered her.
I just feel like trash and the rugs ruined.
(Louie) I'm so sorry, babe. -You should be.
When are you here?
Like a day. I'm nearly done.
(sighs)
Wow.
I need you... to help choose a name... and to clean the living room.
(Louie chuckles) Okay, babe.
How is she?
She's beautiful.
(Louie) I'm sorry, babe.
Once this is done,
we'll have some cash.
-Be like maternity leave. -I looked it up.
-It's paternity. -Oh.
Whatever it's called, 'k, I'll be there.
Okay. Just another day or so.
(Louie) If you don't hear from me, everything's okay.
Just driving.
I promise to call you when I'm done.
(baby cries)
I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you.
I love you. I love you. I love you.
(whispers) I'll see you soon. (baby continues crying)
(Carmen) Hey, I've got to go. -Okay.
(Carmen) Love you.
(line goes dead)
(dark music sting)
Fuck.
Argh!
Toby's peed inside.
Where are you, Tobe's?
Toby?
(calls) Toby?
(coos) Ooh, hello. Did you pee in the house?
I left you inside for too long, didn't I?
I'm sorry.
(Ed) Yes. Yes.
Hello. It's ah, Ed Ngakapua here.
Yes, Yes.
And this is the third time I've called,
I just wanted to be clear.
Yes. Well, you have the GPS coordinates, right?
And the others will be at Hukatere.
And there's one entrance, in and out, so...
Well, if you just sit on that road, they'll come straight to you.
You'll get the whole lot of them, all at once.
Look, look, we've done our part. Now it's all up to you guys, okay?
Yeah, yeah. Well, it's 12 nautical miles to that spot on their GPS,
so at least a couple of hours.
(motor roars)
(tense music)
(muffled engine noise)
(motor revs)
(gears grind) (motor revs)
(metal clangs)
(Jin groans)
(gears grind)
(engine idles)
(Sam strains)
(engine revs)
(Sam strains)
(laughs)
(all clamouring)
(all pant)
(gulping)
(vomiting)
(ominous music)
(coughing)
(yelps)
(coughing and vomiting continues)
Hey love. Love. What's...
What's wrong? You're all shaky.
No, no, I'm all right.
No, you're not. What's going on?
Just, um...
I just don't know what we're involved in.
Well, don't you worry.
If we need to bury a body, we will. (Heather chuckles breathlessly)
I don't need to bury a body, do I?
No, no, no, no, no, no, no. It's nothing.
(car approaches)
It's something.
We had to call the cops.
Oh, really? That bad?
They turned up with a 100k boat... Two urns.
There's another boat out at sea. Like, who's on that boat?
Why did they call us? I don't want to be involved.
Look, they asked you for help 'cause you would help them.
You'd help anyone.
Maybe if they were just a little better
at doing whatever they're doing,
you'd be none the wiser.
I know, but what happens if--
Are they going to get caught red handed?
Maybe. Yeah.
-There's only one entrance, so. -Well, no one needs to know.
But you know what it's like calling the cops around here.
Yeah, I know. But I'm the only one that knows,
and I am of old.
Thank you.
You want a chocolate bicky?
I wouldn't bloody look like this if I said no.
("Principle" by Team Dynamite plays)
(Tall Guy) Aah! What's going on over here?
You know, just celebrating the biggest deal of our lives.
(glasses chink) Fuck.
-I mean, with the beer? -Huh?
Didn't Thugga tell you no drinking or drugs during the handover?
Yeah, but.
(sniggers)
(Tall Guy laughs loudly)
You guys are too serious.
Thugga goes a bit hard on that shit sometimes, you know?
You got me, Bruh.
-Cheers, boys. -Cheers, brothers.
(ominous sting)
(Tall Guy) We got heaps of things.
It looks like a legit beach party, haha.
Louie wouldn't let me get fireworks though 'cause he's a nana.
(walkie talkie bleeps) Louie is a nana. Over.
Oi. Professional communication only.
Yeah. Someone at my school lost an eye from a rocket.
-I told you that was why. -Ahh, that's right, yeah
Can someone please shut the door?
I can't handle the smoke.
Lad's. We finally get to use these.
Bruh, where's the generator?
Louie, Where's the generator?
Ohh, I picked it up
and dropped it off so many times. I lost track.
(walkie talkie bleeps) Louie forgot the generator. Shame.
Hey, I said professional communication.
-Fuckin' hell, you idiot. -It's all good,
we'll just use the lights from the Prado.
Ah, Shit shit, shit. (Mack) Hey, what is it now?
My fucking... Marshmallow's on fire.
Burnt bits cause cancer and that, you know?
Hey, stop messing around, this is some serious shit.
Oi, I think that's a boat.
(faint engine noise) (upbeat music)
Yeah, that's them I think. The lights.
(gleefully) Yeah, bruh. It is them.
(walkie talkie bleeps) We have contact with the laundry.
I repeat, we have contact with the laundry.
Uce. Youse two.
Turn the lights on, Shine it out to sea.
Stevie, we're on!
(groans) Okay. Okay.
(shouts) Bro! Get up!
What are you waiting for?
Bro, you're driving them back up to Auckland in the RAV4.
(Louie) Hey, do you have the keys to the Prado?
You don't need the keys to turn on the lights.
-Oh, shit. -Fucking hell.
(Louie) Hey, you don't need the keys to turn on the lights. (Mack) Bro, you better move.
(Mack) Get the fuck up! Let's go!
(Tall Guy) Yeah. Flick, flick it, Flick it.
(dramatic upbeat music)
(Stevie groans)
(engine roars)
(boat smashes through the waves loudly)
Are they slowing down?
(engine roars)
Ohh, these dogs. My fucking boat again.
Who the fuck is this guy?
(Gravel) Fuck! He's going to crash into the beach.
(boat grinds on the beach)
(urgent music)
(Gravel) That's us, lads. That's us.
(Mack) Get on there!
(Mack) Fucking hell! Move!
(Mack) Get out of my way!
He says, it's been a pleasure to do business with you all.
(Mack shouts) Get on the boat. Get that shit off.
(Mack) Make it quick. (Gravel) Let's go. Let's go.
(Sam) Which car?
(Stevie) This car! Come on!
(exciting upbeat music)
(car starts)
Aye, just chuck it over your shoulder, lad.
Imagine it's a hot chick. You know?
There's nothing about these bags that feel like a woman.
No wonder you've only been with eight chicks. Hurry up.
(Gravel) Siana,
(Mack) Fucking make it quick.
-Oh. Shit. Who's that? -(Gravel) Look natural. Look natural.
Fucking hell, it's just Stevie.
-Move. Come on. -(Gravel) Let's go lads.
(Mack) I'm gunna go get the Prado to make it easier.
(electronic atmospheric music)
Sorry. I just had to get my medication.
Fuck. They're spilling everywhere.
Shit. There's holes in the bags, lads.
(Gravel) Fuck!
(Gravel) That's money, Bruh. That's money.
(Tall Guy) Let's go, Louie. Let's go, Louie!
Get it in there.
(Tall Guy laughs)
That's money, lad.
Let's go. Let's go, Louie.
(Mack) Come on. Come on.
Get out the way.
Ever seen so much?
It's crazy, bruh. Never.
It's unreal.
Bruh, just goes to show how much you can actually sell.
(Tall Guy) Hey, I'll just check we didn't miss anything, yeah?
Bro, you ain't going to find shit we got everything here.
Fucking hell.
(chuckles)
Hey, I just found a couple more bags you ball bags.
-(walkie talkie breaks up) -Fucking hell.
(walkie talkie breaks up)
Aye, there's two more bags, numnuts. (laughs)
Did he say there's more bags?
Didn't Thugga tell us to bury half the score?
Yeah, just bury a couple. Otherwise Tall Guy could tell on us.
Hey, you think Thugga sent him to spy on us?
Why. Why you say that?
Bruh, he gave us shit for having beers.
Nah, he's just fucking around.
Yeah, there wasn't much there. Just... $50 million.
Hahaha.
Can't believe you Uces weren't gunna check the boat.
Youse two go bury the stuff.
Just like Thugga said to mark with the GPS.
Wait. Where's the--
Don't, tsk, tsk, tsk Relax.
Got it covered, yeah?
-Sweet, Uce. -Oh, Shit.
-Make it quick. -Shit.
(intriguing music)
Yeah. Better get a move on.
(engine starts)
-Police be armed, I reckon. -Mmm.
Toby really liked Louie.
He's usually a really good judge of character.
-He likes me best. -Hehe... There goes that theory then.
(both chuckle)
How come people end up there?
It's circumstance. They got nothing.
This is something.
-We have to do something about Toia. -Yeah.
(Heather) Tomorrow.
Who do you think, was actually out there, at sea?
I have no idea.
But they got heaps of veggies now. (Heather chuckles)
Veggie smugglers, I swear.
(dark music)
(chuckles)
(Tall Guy pants) Um...
Just gotta figure out how this shit works.
(GPS bleeps)
Oh!
(Tall Guy chuckles) Sweet.
(radio announcer) Kia Ora te whanau
you're listening to Radio Ahipara and here's some local legends
"The Hi Marks".
("Amazing Grace" by the Hi Marks plays)
# ...Sweet the sound #
# That saved a wretch like me #
# I once was lost... #
(dramatic music)
(indistinct police radio chatter)
No, no, no, no, no, no.
Shit, shit, shit. Umm,
get my phone, it's in the glove box.
(Stevie) Ahh, fuck! The cops are going right for them.
Hurry up, man.
No, no, no.
Ah, go in my contacts and call Louie.
(phone rings)
Shit. No answer. Call Mack.
We done it bruh, aye? We brought in that laundry.
Now all we gotta do is collect that paper, bruh.
(Tall Guy laughs) (phone rings)
Aye? Stevie.
Must be a bum dial. Useless fuck.
Thugga made it real clear.
No phone calls, only texts.
Imagine being in a car with old sore guts for five hours.
Fuck.
Probably wanted to tell us he found a new hotel
with an endless shower.
-Bruh! -Geez, siana.
Oh aye, it's not that bad.
-What is that siana? -Bruh, it's natural.
Well, there's nothing natural about that, brother.
No answer. Call Louie again.
(tense music)
(phone rings)
Come on, Louie.
Pick up your phone!
Call him again.
(tense music continues)
(phone rings and vibrates)
("Amazing Grace" continues)
(Gravel) What the fuck is Louie up to?
Hurry up, brother. Move.
Fucking hell.
(phone rings and vibrates)
-Hello? -Louie!
-Cops! -What?
(Stevie) We just passed them. They're heading straight for you.
I've been trying to call you for fucking ages, man.
Oh shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit.
Oh Shit.
Oh God. Oh God. Oh Shit.
Oh shit.
-That was close. -(Gravel laughs)
Move. Come on.
Oh shit.
(siren blares)
(panicking) Aye, Aye. They're on to us!
They're on to us! They're on to us!
Fuck.
Boys were fucked, they're fuck'n onto us, boys! Oh shit.
(Police radio) Graffiti artist seen
at Ahipara surf club, leaving on foot.
Please respond.
Copy Be there in twenty minutes.
What's going on?
Talk to me, Louie.
Um.
They drove right by. Straight past.
(Stevie) Thank fuck for that. -Yeah, twice.
All right. We're good.
Um.
I'll call you later. All right?
(Louie) Yeah. -He! Hee!
Ah, you're scared aye. (all laugh)
Hey, Louis. Hurry up.
(Mack) Come on, let's move. Let's get out of here.
(Tall Guy) Move you drop nuts. -Oh, shit.
("Amazing Grace" performed by the Hi plays)
# But now I'm found #
# Was blind #
# Lord now #
# I see #
(end credit music)
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