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Previously on "The Sounds"...
Now, where are we?
Nikau Bay, and over here is Matai Bay.
Between there and Pelorus, it's just forest.
We chose a fishbowl so that everyone would see
how in love, how flawless we are.
I siphon off, say, $60 million,
and then I bury it in a cavern of trusts and shell companies
so complicated no one but you can ever find it.
Everyone knows everything except what actually matters.
Because if that got out, hellfire and damnation.
Kath found something at Matai Bay.
Aroha Kelliher, Ru's daughter.
She was murdered 14, 15 years ago now.
Ryan ended up coming back, but Aroha didn't.
He confessed?
He would've said yes to anything
after they'd finished with him.
I told you it couldn't have been my boy.
How could he have got her to Matai Bay?
I killed someone!
Okay? I killed someone!
I need $330,000.
You're gonna pay to deliver this little madam back to her baby?
If it's Tom's, yes.
Then she faked the test. She lied.
I had the test done. It's your baby.
We need to get the money and we need to disappear.
I don't care about the money.
Tom, please.
Maggie, I love you!
I love you!
No!
You can't leave $160 million rotting wherever it is.
- Let me go. - Why?
So you can go back, start a new life without me?
What, you lied and you got loaded
and you slept around for me?
You don't love me anymore!
Just me!
Dropping these towels in your room.
What do you think you're doing?
Bringing fresh towels.
I told you never to come in here without my permission.
I retain the right to clean and tidy.
Because any more than that would be a criminal offense.
Like impersonating someone, you mean?
That's none of your business.
No, but it is Stuart's business.
Maybe Jack's, if we're talking criminal offenses.
That will be all.
What are you even doing here?
Another example of none of your business.
You know, ever since you arrived,
I've done my best to defend you.
I never asked you to.
You don't have to in a town like Pelorus.
We're nice people, and we want you to be happy.
You've just thrown it back in our faces.
Do you actually enjoy upsetting people?
Hannah, Stuart, Maggie.
Poor Maggie.
Her husband's just died, and you're adding insult to injury.
I don't know what I'm doing here.
Or I didn't. But now I --
Now what?
What will make me happy
is finding the Cabbotts' missing money.
And I think Tom had something to do with it.
Tom?
You know, I already have a lot of towels.
Tell me more.
If I don't pay her, she's gonna kill me.
Jesus.
I'm so sorry! Sorry.
-No, I -- It was -- I -- -You okay? Something happened?
No, I'm fi-- I'm fine.
-Okay. -Honestly, I'm fine.
Um, well, we were seeing if you wanted to help us
do some baking for the fundraiser tomorrow.
Fundraiser?
Yeah, we do it every year for the Volunteer Fire Brigade.
It's a bit hokey, but, um, it's kind of a big deal around here.
Sorry, you're asking me to --
I-I can't. I was about to run some errands.
I-I was just heading out.
Of course, of course.
You're probably desperate to get out of here.
I would be. I am.
Um, alright, well,
give us a yell later if you want to have coffee.
Or something stronger?
Tom Cabbott?
You're the one who said he was too good to be true.
Why would he steal from his own family?
It's his money.
His father doesn't see it that way.
Okay.
So say you're right and he is a kind of criminal mastermind.
How did he do it? Where did he hide it?
And why wasn't he off somewhere more exciting spending it?
What do you think I'm trying to find out?
Sorry.
I should really get back to it.
Sure, okay.
But I could help.
Done much forensic accounting?
Award-winning journalist 11 years running,
before I got sucked in to the black hole of management.
Look, I'm just saying, you don't have to hack an e-mail account
to find stuff out.
I didn't hack it.
I created an e-mail address
that's one letter away from Stuart's.
You didn't notice the difference,
and neither will anyone else.
Still, it's a dead end.
Sandy doesn't have anything, just idle gossip.
How do you know that?
He told Tracy, who told Hannah, who told me.
You really don't know how small towns work, do you?
There you go.
What do you want?
Hey, Pania.
I said, what do you want?
Can we go inside?
Yeah, sure, just go and dust off
my finest china teacups, shall I?
What is it?
Is it Ryan?
I'm sorry, Pania.
No.
I found him this morning out at Whaler's Cove.
Go away. Go away.
I wanted you to hear it from me.
E tama.
E tama.
How?
It's a gunshot wound. It looks self-inflicted.
Tama e.
No. No.
I'm sorry, Pania.
Stay away from me.
This is your fault!
This is your fault.
You and that pokokohua from Wellington.
No, he wouldn't have given up.
He wouldn't have given up.
He -- He wouldn't have done that to me.
He loves you, Pania. He loves you.
What would you know?!
I should've...
I should've done it all differently.
I shouldn't -- I shouldn't have done it.
My boy.
Everything okay?
Um, I need you to pull $330,000 out of the business. Today.
I would do it myself, but the bank needs you to authorize it.
Even if I wanted to, I couldn't pull --
With respect, Stuart, I don't really care what you want.
I own 90% of the business.
Well, not officially.
Not until we, you know, sign the papers.
I don't have time for this, alright?
Call it a, um --
Just call it an excess --
bulk purchase of feed or netting or whatever.
Pay it into my credit-card account.
And we'll write it off at the end of the month.
We've only just got back on our feet.
I don't feel comfortable --
I don't care what you're comfortable with!
Maggie, what's going on?
Stuart, I wouldn't ask if I wasn't desperate.
Well, it's gonna take an hour or so.
-Thank you. -But I'm gonna need to know
what it's for.
Dane, what's up?
Yeah, yeah, okay, I'm on my way.
Go away from me!
Go away!
You can all stare. What are you looking at?
What are you...
looking at?
Love, you're bleeding.
I'm not bleeding.
I tried to cut her off.
I'm dying.
I'm dying.
Can't you tell?
He knows, he knows.
It's not the truth that hurts.
It hurts.
All the lies.
I can't live with it any longer.
Give me the bottle.
Aren't you tired, Jack?
I'm just so tired.
You need to go home.
Go home, Annette.
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