01x02 - Reminder Notice

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(ENGINE RUMBLES)

(INTRIGUING MUSIC)

(MUSIC CONTINUES)

So

you from around here?

CAZ: Sorta.

In milk we trust.

(INTRIGUING MUSIC CONTINUES)

f*ck. (CHUCKLES)

See you on the interwebs.

(SIGHS)

(EXHALES, LAUGHS LIGHTLY)

(TALKBACK RADIO PLAYS SOFTLY)

(SKATEBOARD RUMBLES, DOOR OPENS)

Oh, hey.

- (DOOR SHUTS)

- Hey.

- Good night?

- And morning.

- (HUMS SOFTLY)

- What is she doing here?

- Um, shopping?

- More like stealing.

She's banned, Jem.

Yeah, and she promised she wouldn't.

Agnes, I can see you.

You need to leave.

Oh, um, someone dropped

these off for you, by the way.

I'll see you later, huh?

- Uh, yeah. Thanks.

- It's all good.

(DOOR CREAKS)

(RADIO CONTINUES IN BACKGROUND)

Agnes.

I asked you to leave.

Do you want me to check your pockets?

You disrespecting me?

- We're like (SPEAKING MĀORI) family.

- No, we're not. Get out.

Go on.

Go.

I wouldn't wanna be

related to you anyway.

Plastic Māori. (SCOFFS)

(ENTRY BELL CHIMES)

Donations go round the back.

Anahera.

Yeah.

Caz.

What?

Me, I'm Caz now.

OK, cool. Donations go round the back.

(CLEARS THROAT)

I'm Gerald's kid.

Holy f*ck.

Yeah.

You're

Yeah.

Holy f*ck!

Holy sh*t!

(CHUCKLES) Can I ?

- No, you f*ck you.

- Ow.

That's for f*ck' leaving.

CHUCKLES: f*ck.

You came back.

- Different.

- Mm.

CHUCKLES: I mean

good job.

f*ck! I mean f*ck! (LAUGHS) Oh f*ck.

Nah, it's pretty crazy, eh?

Check you out, Mr Fancy Goatee.

(CHUCKLES)

It's it's Sir Fancy Goatee

- actually. (CHUCKLES SOFTLY)

- Oh.

Well, I I

I didn't hear any

sirens, so I'm guessing

I'm guessing your dad

didn't have a heart attack.

(CHUCKLES SOFTLY)

No, I haven't, um, seen him yet.

Well, you can come to mine.

So I can interrogate

you by myself. (CHUCKLES)

- f*ck, I'm joking.

- (BOTH LAUGH)

I'll make us nachos.

Come on.

Oh, I gotta get my bags first.

'Course.

(CHUCKLES)

f*ck.

Yeah, so, found some old paint

in the shed, and I just thought,

well, may as well do

a bit of a paint job.

No, it looks good.

(SIGHS)

When did you start learning

the Māori language?

(CHUCKLES) Way too late.

So

tell me everything, Mr Bond.

I thought you were making nachos for us.

I didn't think my best friend

would leave town for 10 years.

'Cos I f*ck' missed you.

Same.

So, why did you leave?

This.

You thought you'd be

too sexy for this town?

I couldn't be here and be me. You know?

And I thought if I told anyone,

they'd talk me out of it.

You thought I'd talk you out of it?

I don't know what I thought.

I was just so freaked that if

I didn't jump, I'd be stuck.

Got anything to drink?

It makes sense. (LIQUID POURS)

I didn't realise this.

But it makes sense.

(CHUCKLES SOFTLY)

And that's just it, you know,

I feel like I make sense now.

Cheers to that.

(GLASSES CLINK)

Thank you

for letting me stay.

No worries.

Just don't go stealing my

priceless art collection.

(BOTH LAUGH)

I'll restrain the urges.

Good man.

(INSECTS CHIRP)

The, uh, shower still

takes ages to heat up,

but it gets there in the end,

if it, um, if it likes you.

(GENTLE TINKLING MUSIC)

(MUSIC CONTINUES)

(ROOSTER CROWS)

(BREATHES DEEPLY)

WHISPERS IN MĀORI:

(CHUCKLES SOFTLY)

(BIRDS CHIRP)

(CELL PHONE VIBRATES CONTINUOUSLY)

(VIBRATING STOPS)

Hmm. I was about to

start playing my saxophone

outside your door.

Oh, you kept at it.

f*ck up. I'm actually pretty good now.

- Mm.

- Hey, you still sing?

Nah, not since the whole

voice thing. Feels weird.

How fast can you get ready?

Ready? What for?

District Council Planning Board hearing.

Your dad's giving a speech.

What?

Anahera, you're talking about my dad?

- Yup.

- Gerald?

Yeah, he's been on this

big environmental crusade

ever since your mum

Sorry.

Dad doesn't give speeches, and

he's definitely not a greenie.

Well, you've missed

some pretty big stuff.

I mean, this

this means a lot to him.

This time you can say

that you were there.

I'm not judging you.

- (WOMAN LAUGHS)

- ANAHERA: No, not at all.

It's fun to play, though.

Hello. Welcome.

So, how's Billy?

Oh, he's over that flu finally.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

(MEN LAUGH)

(DOOR OPENS, CLOSES)

Well, you don't look inconspicuous.

You look like you're trying to

sell drugs to kids out of your coat.

Shoelace.

What if someone recognises me?

Well, then you turn to stone.

Jeez, not even I recognised you.

Excuse me, young fulla.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

Harry.

There he is, come to tell us off.

You OK?

Let's go.

(SPEAKING MĀORI) Haere mai.

Hello.

(UNTRANSLATED MĀORI)

It's good to see young ones here.

Good morning, everyone. Quiet, please.

Oi, is that Mrs Richter?

- Our maths teacher?

- She's the mayor.

Piss off.

Thank you for coming, everyone.

Let's get things underway.

I'd like to open this hearing on

the Rūrangi District Council Plan.

Today's submission from Mr Gerald Davis

is a new by-law proposal

phasing out chemical

fertiliser use by 2030.

To replace it with magic beans(!)

- Harry.

- After tabling,

there will be a week for consultation

before it is put on a

vote for the next ballot.

Thank you, Mr Secretary.

Like many of you here,

I am a dairy farmer,

like my dad and his dad before him.

Me and my wife, Maureen,

had been running that farm

for the 30 years we were together.

Built a home on that

land. Raised a child.

I'll see you at the car.

Year before last, I

lost Maureen to cancer.

It started four years

earlier with a rare type:

mucosal melanoma.

Um

- where do I put this?

- Oh, just

(GERALD CLEARS THROAT)

This is a consumer protection report.

It says that that type

of cancer is linked

to carbaryl,

a chemical that we'd

been using in the sprays

for years back then, others here too.

Gerald, we're sorry for your loss,

but a link is not the

same as a cause. Continue.

Maureen and me, we didn't know.

I didn't know.

But we know now.

And that's the worst part about it.

All of us here, we

know what's happening.

We seen it.

It's not just the insecticides;

what else we're doing

to the environment,

and it's time that us farmers

took more responsibility

for the harm that we do.

I'm sick of hearing it, eh.

We are, from our own pockets.

- We need to do more.

- Oh, here we go.

The whole cycle of

phosphates in high output

is leaching the soil,

affecting the land and the cows.

I'm going to assume you have

a list of sources for this,

- and for any statistics.

- Yeah, who's gonna pay for this, Gerald?

You already are, mate,

through the bloody nose.

How much did you spend

on phosphates last year?

Nah?

Well, we should ask the big boys here.

They'll know it to the bloody cent.

Jim? Kelly?

No?

80,000.

Well, Harry, I bet you the

bank loved every cent of that.

I spent 30,000, and next

year, it's gonna be less.

How many years did it take you

- to convert, mate?

- I've got good margins on my cows.

- Most of us are just trying

- You should come and see my grass.

- I mean it.

- to keep our heads above water, for one.

Sit down, Harry. Excuse me!

(INDISTINCT ARGUING)

(ARGUING CONTINUES)

GERALD: And you're only

interested in keeping

your heads stuck in the ground.

(PENSIVE MUSIC)

Gerald.

(BOTH SPEAK INDISTINCTLY)

Dad.

What?

It's me.

(RANDA'S 'ROCK BOTTOM' PLAYS)

Whoo!

Ya, start a campaign,

sip some champagne,

go get on a car and

make yourself a bad name.

I'm so big, bad, pull

up in the fast lane.

We're hitting rock bottom

with some hot models.