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Previously on "The Sounds"...
The money is hidden in a complicated web.
The fishery just saved our town.
_
A buyer?
They find a dead body and it's not Tom?
Oh they caught the murderer... Ryan Cottle.
My son never killed Aroha.
Canadian bloke drowned kayaking.
I think I'd notice a floating Canadian.
- Where are you from in America Brad? - Denver.
- You been there? - Red Rocks.
You owe me $330,000.
I'll make it all good, I swear.
Been looking for you.
And now you've found me.
How can I help you, Zoe?
I need money.
Right. And you think I'm just going to give it to you?
In exchange for information. Yes.
About?
Tom.
I need $330,000.
Always about money.
It's worth it.
To find out you were sleeping with my husband?
Yeah, we didn't do much sleeping.
That's enough.
There's more.
Yeah, he was using.
I know.
Yeah, like you don't care.
He was an addict.
He relapsed.
You were clearly close at hand.
You know he was going to sail off with me into the sunset.
Chill, lady. I'm joking.
I didn't love him or anything.
We just had fun.
Mostly, him and me, it was the drugs, okay?
Mostly. So what?
You want me to give you all that money for information
I already have?
You can't have kids.
Tom talked about it a lot.
About you.
He said it really messed you up.
And now you can't keep your hands off her, can you?
I wouldn't have to, if she had a mother who cared.
Or a father.
Apparently he's even worse than you are.
Does she look like him?
I've never met him.
Bella's father?
You were married to him.
How do you know that Tom is Bella's father?
What do you think I am?
Well, you've just told me who you are.
You're the girl who sleeps around on her boyfriend.
Yeah, Hayden's not my boyfriend.
He can hardly get it up.
What and I'm just supposed to believe there's no one else?
Look at that baby.
Look at her.
Tell me she isn't his.
If you give me what I need, you can have her.
What, you're going to give her to me?
Your baby?
She came out of me.
That's all.
Who are they?
Don't worry about it.
Zoe.
They're the people I owe the money to.
I used to work for them but I lost a delivery.
You were dealing drugs, and you stole from these people!
I lost some, okay?
You lost $330,000 worth?
And now you've brought these people here.
Once they get the money, they'll go.
What do you think's going to happen
when Jack finds out about all of this?
You're not going to tell him?
No. You're not.
Because then he's going to bust those guys,
who'll think I ratted them out,
and my life will be worth living even less than it is now.
How could you let this happen?
So you won't give me the money?
I don't have it.
I don't have that kind of money.
Fine, I'll go to Tom's family.
They're loaded.
You wouldn't do that.
How long was I out?
A while.
I have to leave.
Mnh-mnh.
Give us a look.
That's septicemia, just like I said.
Look, you need a doctor, or a hospital.
No. No.
Look I can clean it again, and I can put in a couple of stitches.
You're not a U2 fan, eh?
They made Red Rocks famous.
You know, in Denver.
I don't drink.
On the wagon.
Good man.
Well, I save it for special occasions myself.
But you...
you're going to need something.
What are they?
Bit too late not to trust me, bro.
These will hardly take the edge off.
Or, the closest town is a three-day hike that way...
with who knows how many cops in between.
You're going to want to bite down on that.
Hi, there.
Who are you?
I'm the woman solving all of Zoe's problems.
- Where is she? - She's inside.
I'll meet the three of you at the rest area
on the west side of town in 30 minutes.
I just have to run an errand.
Unless you want me to bring her,
but she's a slippery little fish, that Zoe.
This is not what we agreed.
No, it's what we're agreeing now.
Do you want your problem solved or not?
Yeah. We do.
Then I'll see you in 30 minutes.
Uh-oh. Here's trouble.
Something like that.
You okay?
I know I said I could watch her.
What's happened? Is it Tom?
No, it's just something I have to do.
Okay.
Don't let her out of your sight.
Haven't lost one yet!
Maggie. We need to talk.
Who have I murdered now?
You tell me.
Esther, I really have other things to do.
- Like what? - That's none of your business.
Yeah, the business.
Are you okay?
Um...
Don't like the water, yeah I got it.
Um, the business.
What if somebody wanted to buy it?
Then "someone" could go jump in the ocean.
Even if the price is right?
Some things are not for sale, Esther.
I'm not letting the Cabbotts buy Tom's business.
What if it wasn't them?
I know it's a really hard concept for you,
but the business is Tom's legacy.
And what about his business partner?
Doesn't he have a say in it?
Stuart is a 10 percent stakeholder.
The decision is not and never will be his.
It's not for sale.
Done.
I'll just catch my breath,
then I'll be out of your hair.
You're not going anywhere.
You make it sound like I'm your prisoner.
This is not a prison.
Sorry, I just...
I don't know anything about you.
Well, I could say the same about you, "Brad".
Are you from Pelorus?
Once upon a time.
What changed?
Those bones.
The ones that brought the cops back to the bush,
the one's that flushed you out of your hidey-hole.
E hine e Aroha haere atu ra.
You're Ryan... Cottle.
And you're stuck in the bush with a convicted murderer.
Did you?
Murder her?
In the end, what does it really matter?
If everyone thought I'd done something like that,
I'd be pretty angry about it.
Angry?
Anger is a wound too.
You can't let it fester.
Otherwise, it will eat at your soul.
I've done everything I can.
You should just stay put.
No, I...
I think I should go.
That wasn't a question.
You're late.
Have you got our money?
I'm sorry, I was under the impression
I'd be dealing with the boss.
Alrighty, let's go.
We're celebrating.
Celebrating what?
Um... Pelorus Salmon, back in business.
Back in business.
Yeah, so now we can focus on the important stuff.
Like burying Ru's girl.
And finding her killer?
Let's go.
The case is closed, Pania.
The cops have packed up and gone home.
- You're so bloody blind. - Stuart.
You wouldn't know the truth
if it turned around and bit you in the bloody bum.
E hoa, tukana.
- "Let it go?" - Pania...
Ae, you lost your girl.
Yeah, ka aroha.
But I lost my boy, too.
Yeah, I know.
So I spoke to Maggie.
Oh, yeah. What about?
- We need to go home. - About the trouble you're having.
- I thought maybe I could help. - We're fine.
Aside from the whole bringing the fishery to its knees
at the 11th hour thing.
Excuse me?
No one would blame you for wanting to sell it.
Yeah. We're not selling.
You must have considered it.
Never have.
Excuse me.
So the cops from Wellington have gone back?
Case closed.
Again.
Detective Senior Sergeant Pilau did the analysis, Pania,
and she believes the conviction stands.
And what about you?
You knew Ryan.
So you're telling me that you think that kid,
with a skinful of booze,
got her over the Sound to where she was buried?
He was 17 years old, Jack.
You have to let it go.
No, I don't have to let it go.
That's what you want me to do.
But I'm not going to.
I'm going to find my son.
And we're going to fight this.
Me and him.
And you know I can fight.
We'll take it as far as it has to go...
to the bloody Supreme Court if we have to.
He doesn't want that.
Well, how would you know?
He didn't want it to be
a millstone around his neck, Pania.
Okay, he left it behind.
You should too.
At least with the people around here,
they don't pretend to care.
_
So, what will it take?
What do you mean?
For your boat, I'll pay for it.
What would I do with money?
Everybody wants money.
The bush, the sun, the water.
Te haumumutanga o te wa?
Better than gold.
So what do you want?
What I value most these days, Brad, is the truth.
I've told you the truth.
Good.
Let's go then.
Just a word to the wise.
If you're going to say you're from Colorado,
you might want to look up Red Rocks.
It's a concert venue, 10 miles from Denver.
World famous in New Zealand prisons.
Must've watched that U2 DVD more than a hundred times.
And your accent needs work, eh?
You've been talking in town?
I don't go to town.
Who told you about me?
Calm down, I'm no nark.
You give me the keys to your boat, now.
It's a pull start, 20 minutes down the track.
But shouldn't you tie me up so I don't follow you?
Shut up!
Ah, your arm.
Houston, we have a problem.
Houston's in Texas by the way.
I'll shoot you.
No, you won't.
Don't make me do it.
I'm not making you do anything.
I'm just seeing...
... if you've got it in you.
Didn't think so.
Oh, yeah.
You think I'd trust an American with a loaded gun?
Let me do the talking.
You must be Mitch Elliott.
Maggie Cabbott.
It's quite an enterprise you've got here.
Gerberas and gypsophila, mainly.
Although obviously we've had to diversify.
Why do I feel like there's a story there?
You want the short version?
My husband ran off with the neighbor,
leaving my family farm in ruins.
All the gerberas in the world
weren't going to dig me out of that hole.
And no silly little girl is going to put me back in it.
Isn't that right, Zoe?
Sounds like your husband and my husband would've got along.
Yeah, sounds like your one was just as unpredictable.
That's why I'm here.
You're going to pay to deliver this little madam
back to her baby.
If it's Tom's, yes.
- I'm telling the truth. - What do you mean, if?
I need 48 hours to get a DNA test.
If the baby is Tom's,
I will come back here with every cent you're owed.
You were supposed to have it now!
This is not a negotiation.
You're a businesswoman. Everything's a negotiation.
48 hours.
I'd also like Tom's connection to this
to be kept confidential.
It's nobody's business.
Especially not your stinking rich in-laws back in Canada,
I imagine.
I just want what's best for the little girl.
Well, it's probably not that.
Trust me, it's not the Cabbotts either.
Mum, it's the Emporium, about that order.
I ordered new curtains for the front room.
Lukas, can you put the jug on and stop eating the biscuits.
What the hell do you think you're doing?
What? You're not so sure that the baby is Tom's now?
You're supposed to just give her the money.
Oh, I'm not an ATM.
But if I don't pay her, she's going to kill me.
Wrong length, wrong color.
Honestly, how hard can it be?
So, you can have your 48 hours
because you trusted your cheating husband
and he screwed you over.
And you can stay here as a guarantee.
What?
If it turns out your husband isn't the baby's father,
then Zoe becomes collateral.
Like I said, my only care is for the child.
Looks like we have ourselves a deal.
Take that one to the shed.
Maggie and I are going to have a cup of tea.
Tasman Explorer.
Yeah, I know them. High end.
- You sell them? - No market 'round here.
They're bloody expensive. Carbon fiber.
Tom Cabbott ever ask for one?
Not that I recall.
- Where's the nearest reseller? - Christchurch.
And that's where he got his yacht fitted out, yeah?
Most of it. I did his tender for him.
- But no kayaks? - Yeah.
A couple of garden variety yellow ones.
Nice guy.
He liked to buy local.
I hear you called the search off.
Yeah, officially.
Thanks, mate.
Are you going to turn me in.
Or...
Murder you like I did Aroha Kelliher?
Relax.
I'm not a murderer and I'm not a nark.
Then where are we going?
To the other side of the Sound.
Like I said.
I don't want you on this whenua.
Annette's getting worse.
At least she's leaving the house.
Swaying all the way to the bottle store.
- Poor Stuart. - Poor everyone.
Let me guess, fresh pot of jasmine.
- No. - Gingernuts, I'll get you some!
What's wrong with Annette?
Where do you start.
She has a drinking problem?
Okay, that's probably not any of your business.
You said she swayed all the way to the bottle store.
Well, I should get going.
Sure.
See you later, love.
You know, people can be private around here.
You were talking about her out loud.
That's not private.
We call that "catching up".
Maybe you should invite Stuart here
to do some more catching up.
- Why? - Because...
Actually, that might be exactly what Annette needs.
A little bit of outside company.
Yeah.
That's a lovely idea.
How about tonight?
Yeah, sure, I'm keen.
Good.
We could cook them dinner for them together.
- It'll be fun. - No, it wouldn't.
Okay, I'll give them a call.
Is this the way we came before?
I don't remember coming this way.
There's only one way to get there, Brad.
Yeah, I guess it's easy to get turned around, aye.
Look, whoever you're hiding from, I hope it's worth it.
It's my family.
If you'd had said that from the beginning,
then we would've had something to really talk about.
I told you, I'm not a nark.
You lock me up, you disarm me,
you lie to me?
Bro, I saved your life.
See you soon, Mrs. Cabbott.
Hi, Hannah, it's Maggie.
Yeah, sorry I ran off before.
I can come and take Bella off your hands now if you'd like?
And if I can get you the sample today,
how soon could I get the results?
No, no. Cost is not an issue.
That would be great.
If you e-mail me the invoice, I can pay it right now.
Thank you.
Sorry, sweetheart.
Come here.
Oh. Good girl.
Good girl.
So if I get a courier now, when will it get there?
Oh, will go on the night flight, if Donny remembers the pick up.
And if he doesn't?
Well, then it'll go on the morning flight.
I really need it to go now.
Must be important.
- You sick? - What?
Well, you're sending it to a medical lab.
That's private.
That will be $95.
I hope it's not diabetes.
It's not diabetes.
Sorry.
Get better soon, eh?
Thank you, Charlene.
So...
Let me guess.
This is where you ask me about my hobbies.
How was work today?
Come on, that's shop talk.
Don't people normally talk about work?
At dinner parties?
When there's an obvious conflict of interest?
Don't think so.
Conflict of interest?
Pelorus Salmon. Your current employer.
Do I have to spell it out.
I love it when people spell things out.
Ah, dammit.
I'm going to help Kath.
Stupid.
Who are you again?
Does it matter?
Cheers to that.
Useless, this whole town.
Couldn't agree more.
Everyone knows everything, except what actually matters.
Because if that got out...
Hellfire and damnation.
Does Stuart ever talk to you about the business?
Oh, incessantly.
Why does he want to sell?
He doesn't want to. That's all Tom.
Sorry... was Tom.
What was?
God, I hate dinner parties.
Tom wanted to sell the fishery?
It's all hush-hush.
It's another bloody secret.
Just what this town needs.
Why would Tom want to sell?
Some convoluted offshore thing
involving a ridiculous amount of money,
no one is supposed to know about it.
Well, she's not wrong.
I'll tell you, those boys are hard yakka at the moment.
They're just happy to be staying over.
Well, I used to love staying at my grand-dad's, too.
I should get going.
You don't want one for the road?
I'd better not.
Well, it's not that far to drive.
I'm okay.
Fair enough.
You must be exhausted.
Yeah, no, it's not that. I...
The nights are rough.
I just lie there wondering what happened?
What went wrong?
Look, I'd tell you not to think about it,
but the night Beth passed,
we had a fight, we had an argument.
It was about Zoe, as it turns out.
"She'll need special looking after".
Well, she got that right.
You're a good dad.
She's lucky to have you.
Well, I didn't want to talk about her,
not that night.
I mean, Beth had cancer,
so we knew she was going to die but...
... afterwards I wondered.
I wondered if we hadn't have argued,
would anything have been different?
Would I have more time with her?
I wondered about that for a long, long time.
It's not very Kiwi for a bloke to believe in soul mates.
Beth was mine.
Yeah, I know the feeling.
I suppose I could drink to that.
To soul mates.
May they rest in peace.
Is bacon and eggs okay?
Not hungry!
- Thank you. - Are you okay?
You disappeared so suddenly last night.
Good morning.
- Hey... - Good morning.
Yeah.
You do not have to keep taking care of me.
Oh, what, are you kidding?
You're the only one who appreciates it.
Yeah, unlike Dad who's just in a permanent state
of father of the year.
Or grandfather of the year. Eh?
He's at work?
Oh, he's on some stealth mission out in the Sounds.
A stealth mission?
Well, as you may have noticed, he's a man of few words,
so you try and get anything out of him when duty calls.
Sorry.
Um, I've actually been expecting this, so...
Oh, it's okay, we're mooching.
- We're just mooching. - Great. Thank you.
Maggie Cabbott...
Yeah, that's me.
Yeah, still me.
I see.
So they're definitely a match?
Is there any possibility that...
Thank you.
Ryan?
We did it, Maggie.
We really fucking did it.
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