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(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)

(TIRES CRUNCH ON GRAVEL)

(INSECTS CHIRP)

Oh.

OK.

Hello. (KNOCKS ON DOOR)

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.

(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, Detective Sergeant.
- (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?

Traveling. 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 took off.

(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 fella 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) Hope you're
not gonna get the young ones into trouble.

Or yourself.

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
fertilizers 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
disorganized for organized 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 we left.

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'?

(TIRES SQUEAL)

Diana.

Diana!

Whoa, whoa, whoa!

(WATER SPLASHES)

(SPEAKS TE REO MAORI)
It's been so long.

Too long.

I wouldn't set foot back here
if I had a choice.

I know.

And it breaks our hearts.

(SIGHS)

- Buster Huia.
- Theo Richter.

Everything all right here―?
- I don't need you running
interference, Detective.

This is how you greet family now?

You can walk away from a place.

But you can't walk away from your past.

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 (Māori land), whenua tapu (sacred land).

ALL CHANT: Whenua Maori (Māori land),
whenua tapu (sacred land).

Whenua Maori (Māori land), whenua tapu (sacred land)!
- Come on, now. This is all becoming
a big bloody rabble. Wiki...

- Whenua Maori (Māori land), whenua tapu (sacred land)!
- 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)
We're family

but you treat us as strangers.

- 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)