LYDIA: If two people were to be born at the exact same instant and very near to one another, they would become what's known as astral twins. They would share a destiny. It's a contract of sponsorship. Whatever you make, you split down the middle with me. ANNA: She stole my purse. She doesn't know I found it. The key to the strongbox is gone. CROSBIE: That wasn't gold. She switched it out! Lydia Greenway. - What's this? - CARVER: Five dresses, all hiding something. CROSBIE: You're the man with the scar - try leaving that behind. Kill him. LYDIA: You'll have to find him first. Hey! This is Maori land! MANNERING: The pink one is for when you're working. For the pain. - MANNERING: Whose is it? - It's mine. LAUDERBACK: Lydia, what are you doing here? LYDIA: I came to bury my husband. But it seems I arrived too late. Captions by Able. www.able.co.nz (STIRRING, HAUNTING MUSIC) MEN: Heave! - MEN: Heave! Heave! - (TIMBER CREAKS) MEN: Heave! - (INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS) - Oi! (HORSE NEIGHS) EMERY: Excuse me. (CONTEMPLATIVE MUSIC) (MUSIC CONTINUES) (MUSIC CONTINUES) (DOOR CREAKS) All set? (MUSIC CONTINUES) (MUSIC CONTINUES) (INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS) (MUSIC CONTINUES) (INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS) (HORN MUSIC PLAYS) (INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS) (WOMAN SINGS OPERA) (WOMAN CONTINUES SINGING OPERA) (WOMAN CONTINUES SINGING OPERA) - MANNERING: Brava! - (CHEERING) - Brava! - (CHEERING, WHISTLING) What do you say, we inaugurate this thing? - (CHEERING) - Out you come, girls! Bottoms up! (CHEERING) Where is it? Where are they? I got a star! (CHEERING) - And the next one? - I've got one too! - Number two! - (CHEERING) There's one more out there! Where is it? Lucky last! - Three! - (CHEERING) Up you come, lads! Over here's Charlie. OK, Nilssen, mind the flames. Over here. Over there. - Oh, I'm sorry. - Over here. (CHUCKLING, INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS) - And our lucky last. - (CHEERING) (CHEERING, APPLAUSE) Now, get ready, boys. Say your prayers. Five, six, seven, eight! (BAND PLAY SULTRY MUSIC) (CHEERING, APPLAUSE) (CHEERING, WHISTLING) (CHEERING, APPLAUSE, WHISTLING) (INTENSE MUSIC) (MUSIC CONTINUES) (MUSIC INTENSIFIES) (MUSIC CONTINUES) (MUFFLED CHEERING) (MUSIC CONTINUES) (MUFFLED CHEERING) (MUFFLED CHEERING FADES) WHISPERS: Stand up. - We have a winner, boys! - (LAUGHTER) - On the house. - (CHEERING, APPLAUSE) - I won! I won the woman! - (CHEERING) - I won her! - (CHEERING, APPLAUSE) - (LAUGHTER) - (LAUGHS) Eh? I won! Yeah! Huh? MANNERING: Anna? Come back here! Anna! You get back on that stage right now! - Miss Wetherell! - Get away from her! - (GASPS) - What happened? I couldn't find you. I thought you'd drowned. - I thought you were dead! - That's enough! - Just a minute. - Is that all it takes? NILSSEN: Mr Manner, what is this? You won the game - just hold your horses. Look, I kept it - your message in the paper. - She can't read. - What? She's illiterate. (PANTS, GRUNTS) (GRUNTS) (SOBS) (SOBS) (SOBS) - I need to see Anna Wetherill. - Not a chance. I only want to speak to her. No. She's finished work for tonight. Out. - Out! - You're all in it together. It's sick. You know that? You're sick, all of you! I'm sick? Let me tell you something - every day someone just like you comes in here with a big fancy opinion just like that. And you know what I do every day? I make sure she eats; I wash her clothes; I put her to bed with a pillow down her back, so she don't roll over and drown on her own self in her sleep. You stand there all high and mighty,... talk down your nose to me; you don't even know who she is. Out. (FOOTSTEPS RETREAT) (FOOTSTEPS TAP) (CONTEMPLATIVE MUSIC) (MUSIC BUILDS) (CRICKETS CHIRP) (SNIFFLES) (CRICKETS CHIRP) (CRICKETS CHIRP) (BIRDS CHIRP) MANNERING: All right. - What's going on? - I don't know. The night Crosbie died, I don't remember anything - it's just a blank. - You killed him. - No! Oh, so you do remember something. If I told you, you wouldn't believe me - - it doesn't make sense. - I don't care if you did it, Anna, but my neck is on the line here too. If you don't tell me the truth, I can't protect you. - He's missing. - Who is? Emery. Since that night, I haven't seen him. - So he's the guilty party? - No. They were friends - - he wouldn't kill him. - So why'd he skip town, then? - Anna, he is on the run. - No! He hasn't just left; I'm telling you - he's missing. (CHUCKLES) It is perfectly within your power to advance me a portion as a loan. I am his widow, there are no descendants - it belongs to me. I am afraid it's not quite that simple. - Why not? - Well, there is, uh, reason to believe that the gold might not have belonged to him at all. (SCOFFS) He made a strike at the Dunstan Valley last year. Yes, it's just that this, er, - particular- - What do you mean, particular? Gold is gold - how can it be particular? Um... (CLEARS THROAT) (INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS OUTSIDE) (KEY CLICKS) READS: Aurora. It's the name of a claim. The man who owns it hasn't been seen since the night Mr Wells died. I don't suppose you know of him? Hindu chap? Emery Staines? WHISPERS: What? (KNOCKS AT DOOR) - (SIGHS) - (CLEARS THROAT) You're really starting to get on my wick - you know that? Where is she? Not here. (INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS) (FLUTE MUSIC) (BIRDS CHIRP) I was just thinking that when things go wrong, we want it to be all because of luck and not because of us. But when things go well, we want it to be all because of us and not because of luck. But it's both. That's what's so difficult - it's always both. EMERY: Will you just tell me where she is, please? What's the story with you anyway? You knew her from home or what? No. The voyage over, the last day, we made a plan to rendezvous the evening we arrived. - She didn't show. - So she changed her mind. - No. - And now, no one else can touch her. Not everyone's a pig, you know. Just because you've given up doesn't mean we all have. Let me ask you something. The night she didn't show up, by any chance, was anyone waiting for you? She sold you out, my friend. It's the oldest trick in the book. Sorry - second oldest. (DOOR SLAMS) (CHICKENS CLUCK) Lady, some soup. Thank you. Opium, very bad - poison. WHISPERS: I know. No take. Good - you eat. (ROOSTER CROWS) (SINGS ARIA) (WOMAN CONTINUES SINGING OPERA) (CONTINUES SINGING OPERA) She's not working today. - Did she sell me out? - What? Did Anna Wetherell sell me out to Francis Carver? - What are you talking about? - Does she know him? Just answer me that. Has she ever mentioned Francis Carver? (WOMAN CONTINUES SINGING OPERA) (INTENSE MUSIC) (INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS) (BIRDS CHIRP) Lady? Lady, wake up. (BIRDS CHIRP) Lady. Lady! - Mm. - Lady, you go now. (BIRDS CHIRP) (BIRDS CHIRP) (MYSTERIOUS MUSIC) (BIRDS CHIRP) (MUSIC CONTINUES) (BREATHES HEAVILY) Ah. Mm. (INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS) (BIRDS CHIRP) (INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS) Ah. Good afternoon, Mr...? I'm looking for someone. My brother, actually. He doesn't know I'm here - I'm wanting to surprise him. Oh. Well, that's very fine of you, sir. Older or younger? Could you look up his name, see if he's done any business here? Of course. I am a younger son myself. It's a curious fact - nearly all of us are. You ask on any goldfield, and six out of seven - the youngest son! His name is Crosbie Wells. Wells. Wells. (CLEARS THROAT) Step up! (INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS) (INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS) - No one by the name of Wells. - Let me see that. (BOOK THUDS) Right, Anna. Come on - let's get you down, then. Anna, you all right? (CHICKENS CLUCK) (INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS) If you don't mind me asking, what happened to your face? (INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS OUTSIDE) (INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS) Right. In we go. Mind the step. (GRUNTS) Up we go. (INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS) Staines? Staines! You've not pegged your claim. What's the meaning of it? - You cheating me, boy? - I'm cheating you? You cheated me! I had a feeling you were waiting for me, but it never even crossed my mind that you knew exactly why - she didn't show up that night. - What are you talking about? I know what you are - a convict! All the clues were right in front of me. I met the man who gave you your scar! Only he never used your name, and I never thought to ask, because I was stupid enough to have trusted you! - Where is he? - (CHOKES) - Where is Crosbie Wells? - (CHOKES) She'll tell me. (GRUNTS, COUGHS) (GASPS) (COUGHS) (FOOTSTEPS APPROACH) (MOANS) - Stay away! - (MEN GRUNT) - Argh! - Where is he? Don't touch her! She doesn't know anything! Where is Crosbie Wells?! Let her go! (GASPS) Hey! Stop! He's up north on Maori land, by the river. Let her go! (THUD!) (THUD!) (PANTS) (DRAMATIC MUSIC) (GASPS) - (BIRDS CHIRP) - (GROANS) (INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS) (INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS) (INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS) (DRAMATIC MUSIC) Anna. (SIGHS) (SIGHS) (POIGNANT MUSIC) (MUSIC CONTINUES) Go get Mr Pritchard! Wait. Wait, wait. (MUSIC CONTINUES) (GROANS) - (SCREAMS) - (KNOCK AT DOOR) CLINCH: Anna. (KNOCKS AT DOOR) Anna? Anna, let us in. Anna, let us in. (KNOCKS AT DOOR) Come on. (GASPS) (SCREAMS) (GASPS) (GASPS) (PANTS, SOBS) (PANTS) (POIGNANT MUSIC) WHISPERS: You're beautiful. WHISPERS: You're so beautiful. (MUSIC CONTINUES) Anna. (BIRDS CHIRP) (BIRDS CHIRP) (BIRDS CHIRP) (GRASS RUSTLES) (BIRDS CHIRP) (SIGHS) (CRICKETS CHIRP) * (POIGNANT MUSIC) (BOTTLE GLUGS) (MUSIC CONTINUES) (MUSIC CONTINUES) (MUSIC BUILDS) (MUSIC BUILDS) (WHOOSH!) (BIRD SINGS) (FOOTSTEPS APPROACH) (BIRD SINGS) (BIRD SINGS) (FOOTSTEPS SCUFF) What are you doing here? - My husband is dead. - So you've come to celebrate? It was you, wasn't it? Laudanum in his stomach. Did you do it yourself, or did you send in Mr Carver like last time? I'm beginning to see that you and I have rather a lot in common, Miss Wetherell. We don't like loose ends, do we? Stitches that have come undone, holes that need mending. In fact, there is one loose end I should very much like to tie off. Do you know what that is? I know you stole his money,... just like you stole my purse. I know you cut his drink to knock him out,... sent Mr Carver up to kill him. Maybe he was gonna kill me too. You don't want me as your enemy. I don't want you as my friend. It suits you,... the colour. I assume you're wearing it for Crosbie, but, of course, you have so many things to mourn. (FOOTSTEPS RETREAT) (WIND WHISTLES) (INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS) (DOOR CLICKS, CREAKS) Mrs Lydia Wells for Miss Anna Wetherell. - Oh, I'm afraid she's not here. - Oh, what a shame! I'll wait in her room. The key, please. Yep. - There you go. - (CHUCKLES) (DOOR CLICKS, CREAKS) (UNSETTLING MUSIC) (MUSIC CONTINUES) (DOOR CLICKS, CREAKS) (SIGHS) (DOOR CREAKS) (SIGHS) (MUSIC BUILDS) (GROWLS) Argh! No! (INTENSE CELLO MUSIC) (MUSIC FADES) (INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS) (FOOTSTEPS APPROACH) (INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS) Where is it? The dresses in your room, they're empty. Where is the gold? Where is it? - What's wrong with you? - You will hang for this. - I'll see to it myself. - MANNERING: Hey! What's going on here? Lydia? What was that all about? And what's this? You're both in mourning? You can't keep wearing black. - It's depressing. Take it off. - I quit. You can't quit. - Look, let's go to Chinatown. - I don't wanna go to Chinatown. CHUCKLING: Of course you do. You haven't had a pipe since when? I don't want it. I don't need it. You've got nothing on me any more. I quit. (DOOR CREAKS) Argh! (LAUGHS) Oh, kia ora, e hoa. You are lazy. Still in bed! (CHUCKLES) I need to speak to Crosbie Wells. (BIRD CHIRPS) (BIRDS CHIRP) - (FLY BUZZES) - (BLOWS) (FOOTSTEPS APPROACH) (FOOTSTEPS APPROACH) (BIRD SINGS) (BIRDS CHIRP) How far along was she? I don't know. I should've killed him. I should have slit his fucking throat! (SIGHS) I told him where to find you. He held her underwater and asked me where you were so I told him. - All right. Good. - It's not good. Aren't you listening? He's coming for you. No, I want him here. I want to see that scar. (SIGHS) If she saved your life, then she's a witness. Surely she could testify. You could go to the police and get your gold back. No. She'd be more than a witness; she'd be an accomplice. - What I did- - ...was self-defence. No, it wasn't. (FIRE CRACKLES) (BIRDS CHIRP) I couldn't risk putting her away. I couldn't do that to her, not after this. It's best if I... if I just leave her well alone. (BIRD CHIRPS) You want to peg your claim on a tailing pile? - That's right. - Someone else's rubbish? Stones and gravel, no gold left at all? Yes. And you want to pay full price? (PAPER RUSTLES) (INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS) Mm-hm. (CLEARS THROAT) (GENTLE MUSIC) (KNOCK AT DOOR) (TRAY RATTLES) Will you take me to Chinatown? (BANGING) (THUD!) (WATER RUSHES) (BIRDS SQUAWK) (INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS) (WATER SLOSHES) - (GRUNTS) - We don't want you here. - Get out of here! - (GRUNTS) (SHOUTS IN CANTONESE) Yellow Face, see any other chinks here? You don't dig the beach; you dig the tailing piles or you go home! Argh! Get out of here! (DIGGERS LAUGH) (DIGGERS CHUCKLE) What?! (BIRDS CHIRP) (INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS) (BIRDS CHIRP) (INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS) (BIRDS CHIRP) (INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS) (PANTS) (INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS) Here. (INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS) (BIRD SQUAWKS) (SPEAKS CANTONESE) (BIRDS SQUAWK) (SIGHS) (INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS) (INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS) (LAUGHTER) I'm so sorry. Please don't come here again. (BIRDS CHIRP) (WOOD CREAKS) Step up! (INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS) (HOOVES CLOP) (EXHALES) (BIRDS SING) (SIGHS) (DREAMY MUSIC) (MUSIC BUILDS) (MUSIC CONTINUES) (MUSIC CONTINUES) (MUSIC BUILDS) (MUSIC CRESCENDOES) (WHOOSH!) (CHUCKLES) Yes. (RUGBY MATCH PLAYS ON TV) This for the car? No. (DOG WHINES) Yeah? (DOG GROWLS SOFTLY) (QUIRKY MUSIC) Take a right. No, you wanna go left. * (INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS) Allow me to introduce myself; Mrs Lydia Wells. I had no idea that he was married. We were estranged. May I? Please. We had a spat, months ago. It was a silly thing - I regretted it at once. But he stormed out. I always thought he'd come back, but the next thing I know, I'm reading in the news that he... he's dead. So... here I am. If you've read the papers, Mrs Wells- Oh, you needn't wear kid gloves with me. I'm well versed. Actually, if it wouldn't be too much trouble, I should very much like to see it. The gold? The cottage where he lived. (BIRDS CHIRP) You had no idea he was out here? None at all. (BIRD SINGS) It's Maori land all along the river - it's no wonder you never heard from him. (DOOR CLICKS, CREAKS) (BIRDS CHIRP) (SIGHS) (FOOTSTEPS CLICK) (FLOORBOARD CREAKS) (BIRDS CHIRP) (BED CREAKS) (CLANK!) (SNIFFLES) What's that? It's an empty phial of laudanum. - What is that? - It's a ticket. Third class. Passenger name - Miss Anna Wetherell. (DRAMATIC MUSIC) - (INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS) - BALFOUR: Gentlemen! Gentlemen, come forward! Thank you for coming. I give you the Superintendent of Canterbury, Provincial Councilman, the incumbent Member of Parliament for Akaroa and the first-ever candidate for our very own district of Westland - the Right Honourable Mr Alistair Lauderback! (CLEARS THROAT) Men of Westland, Hokitika is on course to become the most prosperous port - in the Southern Hemisphere. - Hear! Hear! The wealth of this region is ours to command. We are growing... We are growing faster than San Francisco. Can you tell us about the murder, Mr Lauderback? - Uh, what? - Crosbie Wells. The man you came across the night you arrived. There's evidence to suggest that he was murdered. What evidence? A quantity of laudanum was found in his stomach post-mortem - doesn't that sound like murder to you? This is all news to me. And what about the widow? Showing up out of the blue - what do you make of her? I think we're straying from the matter at hand. Town's first murder, sir - a lot of public interest. MEN: Yes! - Lydia Greenway. - Greenway? Lydia Wells - I meant Lydia Wells. You said Greenway. Let's get back - back to the matter at hand. Uh, I'd like to... to share with you gentlemen my proposal for a railway line. (DOOR CREAKS) (DOOR CREAKS) - So, you lied. - No. - You knew the maiden name of the estranged widow of a man you - said you'd never met. - It's the truth - - I'd never met him. - Just his wife? - Yes. - So, what were you doing at his cottage on the very night he died? You can't think that I killed him. What were you doing there? - I was there to apologise. - For what? For... For what happened with Lydia. He never knew. It was on my conscience. I wanted to come clean. Look, I've told you the truth. I never lied; I just... I'm a public figure. You would understand. So you went there to apologise? Yes, just like I said. I got there,... he was dead. The Maori wasn't any bloody help. That girl was unconscious. I didn't know what the hell was going on. So I picked her up and brought her in, and the rest you know. And she was a perfect stranger? Never seen her in my life; I swear. Have you ever seen this before? What's that got to do with anything? Mr Lauderback! I don't recognise it. But it's a purse - it could be my wife's, and I wouldn't recognise it. (CLEARS THROAT) Mr Devlin, your Bible, please. (FOOTSTEPS APPROACH) Prior to the night of the 14th of January this year, had you any knowledge whatsoever of the woman you found unconscious that night, later identified to you as the prostitute Anna Wetherell? None. I swear to God. Thank you. (DOOR CLICKS) (FOOTSTEPS RETREAT) (WHOOSH!) I find - gold. I bank. You were supposed to dig the tailing piles. This can't have come from a tailing pile - - it's a bloody fortune. - I find - my gold. - I'm confiscating this. - No. From tailing pile. Which tailing pile? What's going on? He says he found this... on your claim. You found this on Aurora? Tailing pile. Yes. Well, congratulations. I've never seen so much gold from a tailing pile. Just sign here,... and I'll log it in. - It hasn't been logged? - Not until you sign. (INTENSE MUSIC) There's been a mistake. You can't take that out of here. You'll be killed. Keep it here. You bank. Help me. Uh, together. (MUSIC CONTINUES) (CLICK!) That's for you. Just keep it off the books, all right? You didn't see this. Why are you even digging on Aurora, Mr Quee? I help you. You help me! I don't want this claim to make any money. Why do you think I chose it? It's a tailing pile; there shouldn't be any gold here. Yes, tailing pile. I Chinese - I dig beach, bring gold to bank, they take. I dig tailing pile, we keep! If I bank this gold, Francis Carver gets half, and I don't want him to get anything, not after what he's done. Lots of gold. Rich! Half of nothing is nothing. Do you see? He fleeces me; I fleece him back. That's the point! It's my claim, it's my gold - it stays in the ground. (SIGHS) (SIGHS) (CLANG!) (CRICKETS CHIRP, HORSES WHINNY) (FOOTSTEPS APPROACH) (FOOTSTEP SCUFFS) Mr Quee. (FOOTSTEPS SCUFF) (FOOTSTEPS SCUFF) My God, Quee. This can't be the same gold. How did you...? (INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS) - Bank. - No. - Bank! Partner! - I'm not your partner! Francis Carver is my partner, and this engraving means he gets half. He's my partner. Don't you understand? I can't take this to the bank! (INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS) I'm sorry. (INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS) * (FIRE CRACKLES) (GRUNTS) I'm breaking the contract. I don't care if I go to jail. I'm not giving him half - I'm not giving him anything. - What's this worth? - �4000. I should give his half to her. She deserves it - she should have it. (CLATTERING) (FIRE CRACKLES) (TINKLY MUSIC) (MUSIC FADES) (SIGHS) (TINKLY MUSIC) On this 11th... day of October... 1865, a sum of �2000... is to be given to Miss... Anna... Wetherell by Mr... Emery... Staines,... as witnessed by Mr... Crosbie... Wells. There. Why don't you put your money where your mouth is? Hey. Staines. (GROANS, SNIFFS) Mr Wells? Crosbie? (BIRDS CHIRP) (CHAIR CREAKS) Crosbie? (PAPER RUSTLES) (BIRDS CHIRP) (BIRDS CHIRP) (SOBS) (SOBS) (SNIFFLES) (SOBS) - (BIRDS CHIRP) - (SNIFFLES) (VIOLIN MUSIC PLAYS) LYDIA: Francis, why are you back so soon? Did you find Crosbie? We're so close. You know how many people saw this? People look at me now, Lydia. They see me and they remember me. I'm the man with the scar. And he's the man who gave it to you. Francis, we know where he is. Why did you marry him? You know why - I made a bet. You didn't have to honour it. I'm not in the habit of breaking my word. You could have given him something else is what I meant. I know what you meant. Stupid to go back right away - he'll be expecting me. Better if he thinks I've given up. Have you? Given up? All those years you were in prison, I would have given anything to get you out. I would have sold my soul. Never once did I wonder, was he really worth the wait? But you didn't wait. You got married. (FIRE CRACKLES) (DOOR OPENS, CREAKS) (SIGHS) (SIGHS) (RATTLING) (RATTLING) (FOOTSTEPS SCUFF) (OWL HOOTS) (LID CLICKS) (CLATTERING) (CLINK!) - (CLINKING) - (LID CLICKS) (THUD!) (WHOOSH!) (THUNDER RUMBLING) (RAIN PATTERS) WHISPERS: Where are you? (TENT FLUTTERS) EMERY: I can't swim. I can't swim. I don't know how. EMERY: I'll drown. I'll drown. ECHOES: Where are you going? Where are you going? (POIGNANT MUSIC) (MUSIC CONTINUES) (MUSIC CONTINUES) (RAIN PATTERS) Kill a man and leave your purse behind? That's very sloppy. (THUNDER RUMBLES) (THUNDER RUMBLES) She planted it, to set me up. - You don't believe me? - Miss Wetherell, I don't think anybody does. (POIGNANT MUSIC) (MUSIC CONTINUES) (HORSE WHINNIES) (MUSIC CONTINUES) (THUNDER RUMBLES) (DOOR CLICKS) Anna. Mr Mannering's not paying your rent any more. You owe me 3 shillings by the end of the week. (FOOTSTEPS CLICK) The laudanum phial in your purse - my drug bought from my shop, prepared in my laboratory. - I'm implicated. - It wasn't me. It was planted. You're sober. How can you be sober? - I just stopped. - You were on a phial a day - you don't just stop; it doesn't happen. - Well, it did with me. - No. Not possible. You're lying. - I'm not lying! - You're hiding it. - Where is it? - Stop it! - You're a fake! - Stop it! You've been stockpiling it, haven't you? - Stop it! - You're not setting me up, - Anna. Tell me where it is! - Stop it! - WHISPERS: I'll shoot you. - Anna, for Chrissake. - Put the gun away. - WHISPERS: I'll shoot you. You won't. (SOBS) (SIGHS) - (GASPS) - (GUNSHOT) Captions by Able. www.able.co.nz