(ELECTRICITY BUZZES)
(SOFT, GLOOMY MUSIC)
(MUSIC DEEPENS)
(FOOD SIZZLES)
(BREATHES DEEPLY)
WHISPERS: Hey. It's gonna be OK.
I'm sorry.
Here.
Smile.
(SOMBRE MUSIC CONTINUES)
(TYRES CRUNCH ON GRAVEL)
(INSECTS CHIRP)
Oh.
OK.
Hello. (KNOCKS ON DOOR) - Sinead? We brought dessert.
Hello?
We're late. Oh! (COUGHS) - Is that smoke? - GRUFFLY: Mm.
(GROANS)
- Sinead? - (GRUNTS)
Ronan?
Sinead?
Joe...
something's wrong.
Captions by Sam Baker.
Captions were made with the support of NZ On Air.
www.able.co.nz Copyright Able 2023
(HAUNTING MUSIC)
(FONTAINES D.C.'S 'BOYS IN THE BETTER LAND' PLAYS)
Hey, lads. See you.
Hey, Fitzy, I'm off. - Ah, no, just one more. Ah, it's Christmas!
- Oh, you're not leavin' already, are ya? - Oh, I'm done.
Don't drink too many of them. All right? - Oh. See ya.
(MUSIC CONTINUES, MUFFLED)
How long you off them now?
Six months. It's goin' great (!)
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
So, that's it? You hand in your notice, no explanation, then you just walk away?
A man doesn't throw away a 20-year career on a fuckin' Friday.
All due respect, Super, you're not gonna change my mind.
- You're the man that sees everythin'. - (CHUCKLES WRYLY)
You don't miss a trick.
What am I missing?
You know you can talk to me.
Thank you.
Love you too.
(MUSIC CONTINUES IN BACKGROUND)
(QUICK FOOTSTEPS APPROACH)
Watch where you're goin', you wobbly prick.
What you call me?
I called ya a wobbly prick.
You're a tough guy, are ya?
Do you wanna find out?
(GRUNTS)
Get in there!
(GRUNTS, LAUGHS GRUFFLY)
Come on!
- What you doin'?! - He fuckin' started it!
(GROANS, LAUGHS)
(SOMBRE MUSIC SWELLS)
(LAUGHS)
(COUGHS)
(PHONE BUZZES)
(GROANS)
Hannah. - ON PHONE: (PANTS) Richter?
My daughter...
she's gone.
She's gone.
(TENSE, PULSATING MUSIC)
(METAL CLINKS)
(GRUNTS)
(ROCKS CRUMBLE)
- You OK? - (PANTS)
(GRUNTS)
- Hey, congrats, DetectiveSergeant. - (CHUCKLES) Yeah, thanks.
(GRIM MUSIC SOARS)
(PLANE ENGINE RUMBLES)
(HAUNTING FLUTE MUSIC)
(PA ANNOUNCEMENTS ECHO)
(GRUNTS)
(WINCES)
REPORTER ON TV: Police are requesting information
about an Irish couple who've been missing 72 hours.
Irish woman Sinead Martin, a management consultant working locally,
and her boyfriend, Instagram fitness influencer Ronan Garvey,
had been renting a farmhouse in Mt Affinity.
Sinead Martin's parents, Joseph Martin and Hannah Martin,
a special criminal court judge in Ireland,
raised the alarm when they found it deserted but undisturbed. Anyone...
- Are you the Irish guy? - Yeah.
...contact the nearest police station.
- Detective Theo Richter. - DS Diana Huia.
Long way from home. You got here fast. - Didn't feel fast.
I read your file. 20 years experience.
This is my first investigation sole charge, so happy to use what you bring.
Well, happy to be used.
We're just out here.
So, the potential connections with this Irish gang.
Judge Martin, Sinead's mother ― she put away the head of the Fallon cartel for life back in August 2019.
- Almost paid with her own. You were there, right? - Right.
You've done your homework. - I like to know what I'm working with.
Hannah survived the attack, but she remains under threat.
- So you think the Fallons did this? - They're definitely capable of it. (HORN BEEPS)
Hey, little one. It's good to have you back.
Oh, you haven't got any younger. (CHUCKLES)
Call me 'little one' again, Bruce, I'll kick you in the nuts.
- Sergeant Bruce Harris. - Detective Theo Richter. - Gidday.
- So, you're from around here? - No knowledge like local knowledge.
Do you fellas wanna see the parents or the house first?
- House. - Parents.
(UNSETTLING MUSIC)
Yeah, I'll met you at Sinead's house.
Yeah.
OK. I'm on the way, Hannah.
Bye.
(MELANCHOLY STRING MUSIC)
We've had a lot of changes since you were away.
New cycle trail.
Big opening next Saturday. - I barely recognise the place.
Someone hit the jackpot. - Oh yeah. And that jackpot's called Houkura.
- Sinead worked there. - Last five months.
His wallet's here; hers is missing.
Neither bank account has been touched.
There's cash in the bedroom, but if they were taking off... - They wouldn't leave their phones.
I've emailed the scene photos and some statements to you.
Can you copy Richter? Might spot something relevant to the Irish gang.
Let's see if there's anything from the night in question.
(BIRDS TWITTER, CAR APPROACHES)
Hannah.
We were told you weren't coming.
How could I say no?
- Is this the Fallons, Richter? - We're rattling every cage in Dublin. We'll hear something.
Joseph.
OK. So, what can you tell me?
What were Sinead and Ronan doin' here the last few months?
Travelling. First Australia, then New Zealand.
We expected them home, and then Sinead got her dream job at Houkura.
- You just came to check in on 'em? - Booked for a month.
- And Ronan? - He got a job in the hostel.
His main passion is fitness, but, uh... he's got into influencing since he's been here.
They've been together four years.
He's a nice kid, but he hasn't had it easy.
He's been through a lot. His mother died when he was a teenager, and his stepfather tookoff.
(SIGHS)
If we were at home, I'd have resources, but here... - You have me.
- Actually, you have both of us. - This is DS Diana Huia. She's lead investigator on the case.
I know this must be a really difficult time, but I have to ask ―
was there any indication anything was wrong with either of them?
Anything out of the usual? - No.
I don't know if Ronan was as happy as he let on to be, but I can't say why.
We're happy to answer any questions you have, but...
if this is Bounce Fallon's retaliation for me giving him a life sentence,
then that has to be your main line of investigation. - You have my word.
- We thought these might help. - Great. Thank you.
And we've been talkin' to their friends at home to see if they said anything.
I have more for posters. - Great. Thanks, Joseph.
One more thing ― did they have a car while they were here?
Yeah. Sinead bought a Zephyr Mark III.
We think it's been givin' 'em trouble for the last week or so.
Yeah, they brought it to a garage for a service.
OK. Thank you. It was good to meet both of you.
QUIETLY: OK.
It's date-stamped the night they went missing.
- Where did he get those bruises? - Mm.
The Martins arrived at 8.15pm, so that leaves a window of two hours.
- CCTV of the night? - Yeah. There's one camera in town. The petrol station.
I had to wrestle the footage off Matt. You know what he's like.
The Fallons ― can they disappear two people in a couple of hours?
- If it's a reprisal, a bullet in the head takes seconds. - Mm.
(EXHALES HEAVILY) I don't know what this is.
You? - No, I don't either.
Not yet.
(SIGHS) Oh, this place.
(BIRDS TWITTER)
Fuck. (GRUNTS)
(GRUNTS)
(MYSTERIOUS MUSIC)
DS Huia. Meet me at the house as fast as you can.
(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC)
- Hey, mate! Excuse me. That's my bike! - Sorry, mate.
- Hey! - I'll bring it back to ya.
(DRAMATIC MUSIC)
Richter! What the hell are you doing?
Deck's been scrubbed clean.
(GRUNTS) Bleach. (SNIFFS)
(WOOD SQUEAKS) - There's a hatch.
'Course there is.
(SIGHS) After you.
- Your investigation. - Your hunch.
Thanks, Bruce.
(GRUNTS)
Here.
What is it?
It's an earring.
There's blood.
ON RADIO: 158 ― 1-5-8 ― Bartholomew Rd... (CELL PHONE RINGS)
Sgt Bruce Harris.
I'm sorry. Say again? Your accent.
Oh. OK.
Hang on a tick.
Diana.
A 3-5-3 number. Ireland. She says she's Ronan's mum.
Ronan's dead mum.
Who the hell is this?
Log it. - On it.
(TUI CHIRRUPS)
(HAUNTING MUSIC)
(CHUCKLES DRILY)
Really (?)
(ENGINE ROARS)
(DEEP, MELANCHOLY MUSIC)
(COMPUTER CLICKS)
Ronan's social media ― it's fitness, food and lifestyle tips.
ON VIDEO: Hi, team. I just finished the workout.
It's good craic. If you're not sweating, you're not workin' hard enough, in my opinion.
Big thing I want to talk about with you all is...
calorie input.
But one thing's worth a look.
This wasn't posted.
You want the best way to balance your nutrition and cals?
It's counting daily macros. If you're able― (SIGHS)
Seriously?
I'm filming. - I'm just getting a drink.
Sinead, I'm fucking...
I fuckin' told you before, Sinead. - Sorry.
I can't― Do you know how many of these I have to do? Don't fucking touch me.
- I'm sorry. Come on. - No. Bollocks. Now I have to fucking start again.
All smiles for Insta, but he's got a temper.
- She's calm, placating, handles him... Not his first outburst. - Mm.
(HAKA STARTS IN DISTANCE)
- Kia mau! - GROUP: Hi!
Hi, au! Au! Aue, ha!
- Where are we with CCTV footage? - I'm working my way through it. Nothing yet.
- It's a two-hour window. How far can they get without a car. - Round here? Not very far.
(GRUNTS)
Sorry. Your board.
So, timeline.
What do we know? (CELL PHONE TRILLS)
Sgt Bruce Harris.
Gotcha.
OK, cheers.
The Zephyr ― they sold it to Matt's Motors last week.
Sold it? That's not what the Martins said.
WHISPERS: Fuck.
- Richter. - How the fuck did you hear about this?
Because I've been reporting on the Fallons for two years, and I'm really good at my job.
Aileen Ryan. Journalist with the Irish― - Phone number ending 9-7-1.
- Ooh. Guilty as charged. - Yeah, you try that again, you will be charged.
Fraudulent representation to access police information.
- To be fair, I didn't actually access any information. - Stay out of my way.
Got her.
It's a Houkura car.
She's wearing both earrings.
Which means whatever happened on that deck happened after she filled up.
It says 6.45. How long would it take to get back to her house from there?
- Five minutes max. - So we're down to a window of one hour, 25 minutes.
Something else ― there was a draft email on Sinead's laptop. She hadn't addressed it yet.
(OMINOUS MUSIC)
'I'm scared. It's all gone wrong.' Scared of who? And what went wrong?
Oh, the way Ronan spoke to her... Give him a good slap.
- That police procedure around here, is it? - Only when I'm hungry.
(MUSIC PLAYS OVER SPEAKERS) - # Baby, I've been watching you. - Oh, I love this song.
- # Watchin' everything you do... - OK. Ronan had 640 Instagram posts.
We need to review them all, get some insight.
- Oh, there's a 'we' now, is there? - Well, I was thinking it'd be more of a you thing.
Not playing boss or anything. - Good, cos I don't actually work for ya.
(CHUCKLES)
All righty. I'm off.
Pick you up in the morning. - Mm-hm.
- Night, Bruce. - Night.
Don't go digging up any more decks, Richter.
You actually, uh... like this shockin' music, do ya?
Mum and I used to dance to it.
Right there. - # ...I would rather that you told me...
- It was her favourite. - # ...where you want to be.
- Her mum's dead, isn't she? - Yeah, mate. She topped herself.
- # Oh-oh-oh... - Brilliant (!) - # ...slippin' away from me. ♪
(GRAVEL CRUNCHES)
(ENGINE STOPS)
(CRICKETS CHIRP)
IN DISTANCE: # ...tangi ana koe. (FLAMES ROAR)
♪ Hine,
♪ e hine.
♪ E ngenge ana koe... ♪ (FLAMES CRACKLE)
(SONG FADES)
(DOG BARKS IN DISTANCE) - (SIGHS)
(SNIFFS)
(EXHALES HEAVILY)
(LOW, PULSATING MUSIC)
(BOUNCE ECHOES)
(GRUNTS AGGRESSIVELY)
(SOMBRE VIOLIN MUSIC)
(LAUGHS) Yeah, yeah, yeah.
(SCREAMS)
(DOG BARKS IN DISTANCE)
(SNIFFS)
Mm. Then first thing in the morning, boss, we'll be visiting places of employment.
Yeah, absolutely.
If nothing else comes up, I will report back to you this time tomorrow.
Yeah. Cheers.
(HAUNTING FLUTE MUSIC)
(BIRDS CHIRP)
APPROACHING GROUP: ♪ Nga iwi e, nga iwi e,
♪ kia kotahi ra te Moana-nui-a-Kiwa...
♪ Nga iwi e... - Hey, old man.
Do you wanna get your hands dirty? Come and help with the cause.
Gettin' my hands dirty already. (CHUCKLES)
That fulla with the beard and the sandals ― what did he say?
Turn the other cheek. - I'm more of an Old Testament girl.
- Mm. That worries me. - (LAUGHS)
(SPEAKS TE REO MAORI)
It's a bit late for that now, old man.
See ya.
ON VIDEO: Welcome to a simple vision. Welcome to Houkura.
Our safe, polymer-altering technology
turns waste into high-nutrient fertilisers to feed our land, and clean, pure water.
To feed the earth, not destroy it.
Kia ora.
How's it going? - We have an appointment with the CEO.
Well, I guess that's me. Tamati Davidson.
- DS Diana Huia. - Detective Theo Richter.
- This is Colin Friends, my head tech scientist and right-hand man. - Good to meet you.
We're all gutted about this. Sinead's been with us five months. Just a wonderful person.
Do you wanna see where she works?
Yeah? That's, uh, this way.
ON VIDEO: ...transform our world for the better.
So, this is Sinead's here. Nobody's touched it.
We need the GPS tracker data from the car that Sinead borrowed.
- Uh, Lucy? - Sure.
There's something you should know about.
- Threats against the company. - There's been bad press.
Our by-product processing is lagging a little bit behind where we projected,
and slightly more waste is being produced than we hoped.
Look, the big picture is Houkura is weeks if not days away from zero net toxicity,
and yet we keep copping incoming... (SIGHS)
I mean, look, the hate is mostly targeted at me.
Might be relevant.
- Did you meet Sinead's boyfriend? - Yeah. He came to the barbecues.
We had Friday night team-building sessions down at the clay-pigeon shooting.
He's a nice guy. Fit as fuck. (LAUGHS)
So, there's two D's. Big international case.
I mean, you must be taking things pretty seriously now, given what happened back in the day.
Tamati.
(OMINOUS MUSIC)
It's at the mountain.
What happened back in the day, that's the Mountain Murders, right? 17 years ago.
Saw the memorial in town. - Yeah, that's something this place would like to forget.
(EERIE MUSIC)
(SOMBRE MUSIC)
(TUI CHIRPS)
(TENSE MUSIC)
Richter.
- Blood? - Yeah. Somebody badly injured.
Or dead.
Well, if there is a body or someone badly injured,
then where the hell are they?
We need to set up a team.
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
Shit, eh. Heard you were back.
- Oh my... God. Hi. (CHUCKLES) - Hi.
Hmm. This your case?
Congrats, big shot detective. - Yeah, what about you, war hero? (CHUCKLES)
Yeah, well... a lot's happened. It's been too long.
So we can coordinate.
- Oh, Richter. This is Valerie Armstrong. Old mate. - How's it going?
Knows this maunga better than anyone.
And her big brother, Ken.
Congrats on the new job, Mr Mayor. - Theo Richter, Irish liaison.
- Ken Armstrong. - How's it going?
I, uh, met with the Martins, and I told them, and I'm telling you,
anything I can do to help, you just let me know. - Thank you.
Counting on you, Val. And for fuck's sake, call Mum.
Don't worry, Di. If they're up there, I'll find them.
FORENSIC TECHNICIAN: All done, DS.
- If it is a hit, then the bodies would be in the boot. - Mm.
If it's a kidnap, then why leave the car here?
I'm not shuttin' down any lines of inquiry, but this is looking pretty disorganised for organised crime.
Then there's Ronan's temper.
When we went on holiday, Mum would always make me do a dummy check of the motel before weleft.
In case we forgot anything.
Latest iPhones, next-gen tech, YouTube channel...
and a cheapie burner hidden in the car door?
Time to find out who the hell these two are.
(EERIE MUSIC)
(ENGINE STARTS)
SGT HARRIS ON PHONE: Diana, an article has come out in an Irish paper.
I've texted it to you, and you're really not gonna like it. - All right. Thank you, Bruce.
What?
WHISPERS: Fuck!
'Aileen Ryan, leave a message.' (BEEP!)
Aileen, you better start answering your phone cos I'm not gonna stop fuckin' ringin'.
You have no proof of any of this bullshit!
Oh, this woman is a problem. - I agree.
MAN: (SIGHS) Yeah, well, I'm drowning without him. Ronan always went above and beyond.
- Like, say, sleeping with the punters? - (CHUCKLES) Yeah, he's friendly.
But he really loves his girl.
- Did you know Sinead? - Nah, she was always workin'.
What about drugs?
We don't condone narcotics on these premises.
You should put up a sign, Mervin.
- Did Ronan keep any personal belongings here? - Yeah.
He's got a locker.
I worked here a few summers.
Hm.
Was Ronan selling steroids, Mervyn?
(SIGHS) Must be for personal use.
I swear to God I've never seen that before.
You know that possessing and supplying steroids is a breach of the 1981 Medicines Act, yeah?
- That's not mine, it's Ronan's! - Relax, Mervyn, will ya?
DS Huia is just trying to figure out what's goin' on.
I didn't know, man. I fucking didn't.
(SIGHS) Shit!
I mean...
One time, he turned up for work covered in bruises.
Split lip, had the shit kicked out of him.
He was completely freaked, said he was robbed, and everything was going to shit.
- When was this? - I dunno. (SIGHS) Just over a week ago?
Who did it?
He didn't say more than that, and I didn't ask.
I swear, that's all I know.
- - Where would he get these? - Plenty of ways. I'll get Bruce on to it.
(EERIE MUSIC)
QUIETLY: Bloody stalker.
What are you doin'?
(TYRES SQUEAL)
Diana.
Diana!
Whoa, whoa, whoa!
(WATER SPLASHES)
(SPEAKS TE REO MAORI)
(SPEAKS TE REO)
(SIGHS)
- Buster Huia. - Theo Richter.
Everything all right here―? - I don't need you running interference, Detective.
Let her rest, niece.
(EXHALES SLOWLY)
(SIGHS)
(DOOR OPENS, CLOSES)
(ENGINE STARTS)
Anything you want to share?
OK, then.
(CAMERA CLICKS)
We're here this evening to discuss Houkura's proposal
to purchase additional land adjacent to their HQ.
(WOMAN HISSES)
Wiki, please. Nga Pitau is a pacifist community,
so how about a bit of peace and love?
Thanks, Ken.
Kia ora koutou. - (SCOFFS) The only three words of te reo he knows!
(SCATTERED LAUGHTER) - Wiki, please, give the man a chance, eh?
Houkura has this town's best interests at heart.
Aside from expanding our headquarters,
we're also looking to develop a gymnasium and a swimming pool for local use.
Wiki, we admire the work that you and Buster are doing with local rangatahi.
You're giving these kids a home when they have nowhere else to go.
So we would like to get behind Nga Pitau.
You just wanna buy our silence.
That ground ― it's a urupa! - We have surveyors checking those sites, and they will be protected.
That's sacred land. Why bloody there?
Why can't you build somewhere else? - Look, Wiki, I understand I'm an outsider. I'm not from your tribe.
And I understand the cultural complexities, but you need to understand our technology.
Just fuckin' high and mighty words from you!
Whenua Maori, whenua tapu.
ALL CHANT: Whenua Maori, whenua tapu.
Whenua Maori, whenua tapu! - Come on, now. This is all becoming a big bloody rabble. Wiki...
- Whenua Maori, whenua tapu! - Sit down, for Christ's sake.
Why did you come here if not to here the man out?
- I've taken an injunction out. - To do what?
To stop you people from taking our sacred land!
I'll see you in court!
Wiki. Wiki.
Aileen Ryan, I'm a journalist. I'm investigating the Irish couple.
Um... You know, this town ― your town ― it's all part of the story.
So, translated from bullshitese, you want a racist beat-up story about the angry local natives?
Not at all. By the sounds of it, you've something to be pissed off about.
Can I just ask you one question? That memorial ― what happened?
You're the big investigative journalist. Go look it up.
Sorry, excuse me. - Right.
Thank you. - Yeah, you're welcome. (DOOR SLAMS)
Hey, when did you stop verifying before going to print?
Uh, around the same time that news became instant and my job is permanently on the line.
You always have an answer. You put a target on that judge's back!
Hear, now. You know better than anyone that she had a target on her back already.
That's why we're here, Richter. To flush 'em out. - This isn't a fucking game!
If anything happens to her, I swear― - Yeah. Yeah. Listen, I found something.
HUIA: They lied to her parents about the car.
There's blood at the house, and in the Houkura car they were using.
Ronan's abusing steroids, behaving erratically. There's a burner phone...
There's something else.
- A credit card statement. Whose? - The Martins'.
They had 20,000 euro taken out of their account last week.
Where'd you get this?
Outside.
(INSECTS CHIRP)
You're using a hacker? - (SIGHS) Look, I can―
You're using a fucking hacker! I told you minute one I welcome your help.
But you bring me information illegally sourced, that's my damn job!
- I received information illegally obtained. I didn't seek it out. - Christ, Richter!
I can't unhear this.
It feels important, but... (EXHALES)
Good night, Richter.
(SOMBRE MUSIC)
Hiya, Ken.
Hey, there.
Listen, I, uh... wanted to ask you about that memorial.
Of course. Last time two tourists went missing here, they ended up dead.
Mountain Murders. Yeah, I heard.
A gutted goat left on the mountain after each killing.
- The killer was never caught? - Scared the hell out of me.
We lost the mill soon after.
Tourists just...
stayed away.
We were only just starting to recover.
I'm worried about these Irish, of course, but...
I'm shitting myself about this town.
It's home, you know?
See ya. - Night.
(EERIE MUSIC)
Are you following me?
I, uh...
came over to apologise.
Today, my niece and I.
I regret you had to witness our whanau troubles.
Families!
Can't live with them.
Can't kill them. - (CHUCKLES)
You know why it's called Gordon's Motel?
Belongs to Gordon? Wild guess.
- Hence you're the detective, and I tie my trousers with string! - (CHUCKLES)
This piece of land we're sitting on, Toby Gordon's fuckin'...
great-great-great-great-grandfather stole it from my wife's tribe.
When my wife's great-great-great-great-grandfather
went to talk about the misunderstanding,
old man Gordon shot him twice in the leg,
told him to fuck off and don't come back,
or the next bullet would go between his Maori eyes.
Or words to that effect.
Fuckin' English.
(CHUCKLES)
Fuckin' English!
I came past last night.
You looked, er...
discomforted.
- You know what I do for a living, right? - It's medicine, bro.
And you seem like a man in need of a little nurturing.
(UTE APPROACHES)
(ENGINE STOPS)
(DOOR SLAMS)
(SPEAKS TE REO MAORI)
- Well, maybe there's a reason. - There's no reason!
We only ever loved you.
It's wrong, Bub.
Bruce, he says you're sleeping in the car?
Oh, well, however you're gonna treat us...
this is your mother's whare.
We kept it clean for you, for when you came home.
You belong inside.
Come on.
(EXHALES SOFTLY) We'll make this right for you. Come on.
(GENTLE MUSIC)
(COUGHS)
(SNIFFS LOUDLY)
(CELL PHONE VIBRATES)
(SIGHS)
Richter. (SNIFFLES)
SUPERINTENDENT ON PHONE: Derry Fallon is in New Zealand.
Entered the country three months ago. We don't know where.
I'll find him.
Listen, I have to file your discharge papers.
Last chance to change your mind?
Why the fuck are you so determined to end your career in some tourist town in New Zealand?
- (SNIFFLES) - Richter?
File it.
(SOMBRE VIOLIN MUSIC)
(WIKI SNIFFLES)
# E nga tupuna o te wahi ngaro.
♪ Anei to mokopuna
♪ kua hoki mai ki tana...
♪ ahurei...
♪ Noho wai e.
♪ E i nga tupuna o te wahi ngaro,
♪ anei to mokopuna
♪ kua hoki mai ki tana...
♪ ahurei...
♪ Noho wai e.
(SOBS)
(GROANS)
(SOMBRE MUSIC CONTINUES)
(SNIFFLES)
(GROANS)
(SOBS)
(NIGHT CREATURES CALL)
(FIRE CRACKLES)
- THEO: Ronan. - That short fuse.
She wouldn't take that kind of money.
She doesn't tell us everything, Joe.
I don't know what I did wrong.
All right. There was something but there's nothing now, I swear.
Nothing you see, hear, nothing I say gets to that woman, OK?
Talk to us, not about us.
(SPEAKS TE REO MAORI)
If you heard about my mum, then you heard what happened to her.
- Yeah. - They say she jumped.
They're wrong.