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. (EERIE MUSIC) (MEN GRUNT) - Where's my gold? - It's on the ship. The Godspeed, down on the quay. She leaves tomorrow morning. QUEE: I find - my gold. He says he found this on your claim. You found this on Aurora? EMERY: If she gave his half to her, she should have it. The gold, we lost. Wells, we lost. But the ship, we won. That ship was sold to Crosbie Wells. Where's Crosbie Wells?! He's up north on Maori land, by the river. - (GRUNTS) - (THUD!) FROST: It's the name of a claim. The man who owns it hasn't been seen since the night Mr Wells died. ANNA: She planted it, to set me up. - You're lying. - (BREATHES SHAKILY) WHISPERS: I'll shoot you. (THUNDER RUMBLES) (THUNDERCLAP) - (EXHALES SHARPLY) - (FRANTIC CHATTER IN DISTANCE) - (GAGS, COUGHS) - (MAN SPEAKS INDISTINCTLY) (THUNDER RUMBLES, FRANTIC CHATTER) CARVER: Get out of the way! Go down the hold if you're sick! There's less movement down there. (COUGHS) - (SIGHS) - (THUMP!) (THUMPING CONTINUES) - Hello in there? - (THUMPING CONTINUES) - (THUMPING) - Uh... (SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC) - (GRUNTS) - (CRATE LID THUDS) (MAN GASPS, GRUNTS) (GASPS, GROANS) (GROANS, PANTS) (INTENSE MUSIC) (LAUGHS) (LAUGHS) (THUNDERCLAP) PRITCHARD: Anna, for Christ's sake, put the gun away. (BREATHES SHAKILY, SNIFFLES) - (GUNSHOT) - (GROANS) (EMERY MOANS) (EERIE, INTENSE MUSIC) Where is it? Where did it go? (EMERY MOANS) Oh God. (GASPS, BREATHES RAGGEDLY) Anna. Anna! (WOUND SQUELCHES) (PANTS) (PANTS) (INTENSE MUSIC) Captions by Able. www.able.co.nz (STIRRING, HAUNTING MUSIC) MANNERING: It's been three months, Anna. Time to get on. I've put your price up - 10 times what the other girls are asking. The whole stage to yourself. It'll be the easiest money you ever made. (COWS LOW, BIRDS TWEET IN DISTANCE) I don't want to make money. (CHUCKLES) You've got debts to pay. - It's so heavy. - What is? The dress. Come on. It's what you do best. (PEOPLE CHATTER) LYDIA: You were talking in your sleep. (SIGHS) What did I say? I don't know. It was Cantonese. Mm. (BIRDSONG) (SIGHS) CARVER: What's that? LYDIA: Lauderback is running for Westland. CARVER: So? So he's gonna make his voyage overland, not by sea. Look at the map. His route is gonna take him right down the Arahura River - Maori land, where Crosbie is. Crosbie can't find out about the Godspeed, Francis. We can't risk them meeting face to face. We'll lose everything. If they realise what we've done, you'll go to prison; we both will. Francis, you have to get there first. (SIGHS) WHISPERS: I miss him - the man I fell for, the man who could sail a brigantine against the wind faster than the lightest schooner on the swiftest tide, who never stayed in my bed for more than two nights because he couldn't bear being apart from the ocean,... (CHUCKLES SOFTLY) ...who tasted like salt and... tar and oak and... iron, who was insatiable... and so proud. I miss that man. You're not a convict, Francis; you're a captain. I need a captain. (MYSTERIOUS MUSIC) (MUSIC CONTINUES) (MUSIC CONTINUES) (MUSIC CONTINUES) (CREAKING) (FOOTSTEPS APPROACH) No. Not you. - I only want to talk. - I can't do this. Please. Look, I was swindled too; same as you. - The same as me? - Everything that's happened - I hate it. I want to put it right. - You can't. - Why? Because you paid for it. I promise you, I only want to talk. All right. You wanna talk? What do I say? You're paying. Tell me what you want me to say. Whatever you like. I don't know. If I knew in advance... The day we met - on deck, in the dawn light, with the albatross - you were so alive and open and free. You're still that person. You don't know anything about me. What does it matter if I want to, if I'm here? You wanna rescue me. You see me like this, and you think, 'I wanna save her life, 'and she's gonna thank me for it.' But you can't change anything. I'll still be in debt. Same as with Mr Mannering - first I'm in his pocket, then I'm in yours. This is who I am - this moment, right here, and nowhere else. (POIGNANT MUSIC) You know what I think are the two saddest words in the English language? Too late - I never want to say those words to anybody; certainly not to you. (POIGNANT MUSIC CONTINUES) That's all I wanted to say. Goodnight, Miss Wetherell. Thank you, New Zealand. We made it to Alert Level 1. We united against COVID-19 and came through, and now it's time to unite for our recovery. We can all unite by buying local to help get our businesses and communities humming, by seeing New Zealand and experiencing our culture and by buying Kiwi-made goods to help local producers thrive. We've shown that we've got this. (ENGINE RUMBLES) PHONE: You know, it's just freedom. You know, you just can't beat the feeling of gettin' a few smooth corners together. You're the one in control of your machine. (ENGINE RUMBLES IN BURSTS) You've gotta really own that control. * (BIRDS CRY, WAVES CRASH) PRITCHARD: Anna! Anna. I've been looking for you everywhere. What the hell happened up there? I killed him. Oh Jesus. I didn't mean to hurt him. I meant to hurt myself. (BREATHES SHAKILY) I don't understand. I don't understand what's happening to me. Why'd you give it to him? - Give what to him? - The laudanum. - I didn't. - You just told me that you did. Not Crosbie; Emery. What? I killed Emery Staines. Anna, what's going on? Anna, come back here! You're burning a hell of a lot of bridges, Anna Wetherell. I sure hope you know how to swim! (PEOPLE CHATTER) I need a room. Dormitory or on your own? On my own. (LIGHT, CONTEMPLATIVE MUSIC) Good news, Alistair - your luggage has arrived. Have it sent up to my room. Well, it did arrive, and then it left again, I should have said. - We know where it is. - What? Here's the rub. It actually beat you here. Yeah. Only there was a mix-up, you see, between goods going out and goods coming in, and, well, the long and short of it is that it was loaded on to - the Godspeed. - What? Well, you can see how it happened. You know, your name; your ship. - Godspeed was here? - Yes. She's a regular, back and forth from Dunedin. She left the morning you arrived. Anyway, the good news is she's back, just offshore. She's back? Just waiting for the tide to turn. And as soon as it does, we'll have your luggage in to shore, and all this will be put to rest. I promise. (CHUCKLES SOFTLY) (HORSE WHINNIES) Lydia! He promised me I would never see that ship again. What's it doing here? At least tell me his name - the man who blackmailed me. I suppose he named himself captain? I suppose he's here too, just offshore, hey? I'm afraid I haven't the slightest idea - what you're talking about. - Just for one second, would you stop it with this performance and talk to me? But it was always a performance, Mr Lauderback. - Couldn't you tell? - (THUD!) You're a bitch. You know that? You're a callous, cold-hearted- Save it for your wife. You know what happens to people like you, people who think they're untouchable? They get touched? (DOOR CREAKS, CLOSES) (CURIOUS MUSIC) - (DOOR OPENS) - SHEPARD: Anna Wetherell. She's not here. - Where is she? - I don't know. - I'm not her keeper. - No. I am. We got a live one; she's done a runner, which means that we are on the scent. The purse was low, even for you. Unannounced and uninvited. It seems old habits die hard. Jesus Christ, Lydia, this is a human life we're talking about. - You want to see her hang? - (CHUCKLES) You burned down the Hotel Oriental - bought it for a song, ran it to the ground, then set the fires yourself to claim on the insurance. What's that? Blackmail? Not at all; I'm simply drawing an analogy. - Why are you here? - To make my fortune, Mr Mannering - just the same as you. So take it. You're his widow, there's no children - - the money's yours. - If only it were that simple. What do you mean? Aurora was a tailing pile. She never turned �4000. - Well, the circumstances- - I know that for a fact, Charlie. That claim belonged to me. Please, just lower your voice. (SLAMS HAND) I sold it, he bought it and changed the name. How in all hell did Emery Staines find a homeward bounder on that pile? Not Staines; a Chinaman. What Chinaman? What was his name? I don't know. He's a Chinaman. - Why didn't I know about this? - Well, Mr Staines - specifically requested- - Falsified the records. And you got a cut. You got a cut to keep your dirty mouth shut! - Let's go. - Where? - Chinatown. - CHUCKLES: No, I can't just leave. - I'm working. - Oh, right. (YELPS) Come on. (TENSE MUSIC) CLINCH: Mr Mannering, there's a warrant out for Anna Wetherell's arrest. I heard. I told the Governor she was probably in Chinatown. He said if she comes back, I gotta turn her in at once. You've got some explaining to do. (QUEE WHIMPERS) How'd you find it? The gold you melted here - - how did you find it? - I give to Emery Staines. Emery Staines gave you that gold? No. I give to him. He steal! - (GUNSHOT) - (YELPS) FROST: Do you really think that's the right approach? - Mr Mannering, please. - (SOOK SPEAKS CANTONESE) Get in here. Get in here and help him understand! (SPEAKS CANTONESE) The gold he melted here - I want to know how it got to Crosbie Wells. Ask him. It's not from the bloody Aurora! I know that for a fact! Aurora was a tailing pile. Where the hell did it come from?! - (PISTOL CLICKS) - LOWENTHAL: Tom! Benjamin. What can I do you for? Could you get me the records on the barque Godspeed? Deepsdog. Typesetter's habit - the words go in back to front and in reverse. Godspeed - Deepsdog. What are you looking for? Alistair Lauderback just told me that he doesn't want me shipping with Godspeed any more - his own ship. - I don't understand it. - Ah. - Good Lord. - What? He sold it last year... to Crosbie Wells. * (INTRIGUING MUSIC) (MAN WHIMPERS) MANNERING: Move! (SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC) LYDIA: Think of the sky like a looking glass. What you see is who you are. (DISTANT CHATTER) LYDIA: Who you are, of course, is no simple thing. Each of us is a living constellation of habits, desires, notions, memories, all shaped by the circumstances of how we've lived... (DOORS CREAK) ...and what we've been through. Blood - Aries. Money - Taurus. Knowledge - Gemini. Where we come from - Cancer. Where we go - Leo. Work - Virgo. Marriage - Libra. Death - Scorpio. Discovery - Sagittarius. Who we serve - Capricorn. Who we meet - Aquarius. And what we sacrifice - Pisces. (DOORS SWING) (FLOORBOARDS CREAK) (LIQUID POURS) (FLOORBOARDS CREAK) (INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS) Go and have a wee chat. Just arrived, then? - I have, sir. - Hell of a day for a landing. It certainly was. Are you stopping here? - I am. Mm. - Thomas Balfour's the name. Walter Moody. Shipping agent, that's me. You'll have seen us down on the water there - Balfour Shipping. I'm honoured to make your acquaintance, Mr Balfour, but I'm afraid I must beg your pardon. I've had a difficult journey, and I'm very tired. All the way from Scotland, was it? By way of Dunedin. Yes, sir. How did you come - sail or steam? (MATCH LIGHTS) By sail, sir. A private charter - name of Godspeed. Godspeed? Yes, sir. You know the ship? May I enquire how you came to be aboard that craft, Mr Moody? Merely by chance. She was the only departure from Dunedin on the day I wished to leave. By some arrangement with the captain? Yes, sir. A man with a gruesome scar on his cheek. - Francis Carver. - Francis Carver, the convict? - (MEN SPEAK IN CANTONESE) - He made captain... of Godspeed? Perhaps the man is known to you. - In a manner of speaking. - Perhaps, then, I might beg to enter into your confidence. I confessed to you just now that my journey was difficult; I've not yet told you precisely why. All right. I witnessed something aboard the Godspeed. It's something that I'm afraid I cannot logically explain. And what was it? I shall be very happy to tell you, sir, once I learn the nature and purpose of the council I have interrupted tonight. - (CLATTERING) - WHISPERS: Hey, hey, hey. Mr Moody,... let me get you another drink. - (MEN CHATTER) - Gentleman. A drink. - Aubert Gascoigne. - Walter Moody. You speak well, Mr Moody. I think you are a man of education. I am a lawyer. Then you are a paradox, I think. How so? You bring our number to 13. This makes you bad luck. And yet, you say you are a lawyer, which, as it happens, is exactly what we lack. (INTRIGUING MUSIC) The truth is, Mr Moody, the truth deserves a tale, and that's as short as I can make it. ANNA: But we are more than simply circumstance. We also have free will. We make choices. And these choices depend on... what we think - Mercury; what we want - Venus; what we've done - Mars; what we stand for - Jupiter; what we stand against - Saturn. EMERY: And how we see ourselves,... ANNA: Both inside,... EMERY: ...the Moon; and out,... ANNA: ...the Sun. It's not too late. (WAVES CRASH) (DISTANT CHATTER) (SEABIRDS SQUAWK) (ANNA SIGHS) (SEABIRDS SQUAWK) (BOTH CHUCKLE SOFTLY) - I- - The day- - (CHUCKLES) - You first. We have the same birthday. Do we really? I think it's why we met. (LAUGHS) - (LAUGHS) - (LAUGHS) Why are you laughing? Well, because if we'd never met, Miss Wetherell, none of this would have happened. I'm sorry to say it, but... - if we hadn't met,... - ...we'd be different people. Yes. And somewhere else - not here, not you and I. Different people, somewhere else. Everything went wrong, didn't it? It went about as wrong as it possibly could. (CHUCKLES) (GENTLE MUSIC) (EMERY CLEARS THROAT) Let's go for a walk - somewhere new. (MUSIC CONTINUES) (SOFT, ROMANTIC MUSIC) (MUSIC BUILDS) (MATCH RASPS) (MUSIC CONTINUES) - (CURTAIN ROD CLATTERS) - (ANNA EXCLAIMS) (MUSIC CONTINUES) (MUSIC CONTINUES) (INSECTS CHIRP) (HORSE SNORTS) (GUN CLICKS) I won that gun... in a game of brag - a five and an eight. I was bluffing. EMERY: Astral twins? - You think it's mad. - No. I think it's wonderful. So, we were born in the very same instant. Under the very same sky. We die in the same instant. Everything. We'll marry in the same instant? (CHUCKLES SOFTLY) So, when were you born? What time of day? I don't know. My mother never said. Nor did mine. * Slide that to me. (HATCHET CLATTERS) (OBJECT CLATTERS) You want it to look like a suicide. That's why you brought my gun. (CROSS CLATTERS) - (KICK THUDS) - My mother... only met my father once. He used an alias. And when she found out she was in trouble, she went to see a priest. He was a good man. He took good care of her. Father Wells, his name was. So that's the name... she gave to me - the name you stole. (TENSE MUSIC) (PANTS) (LIQUID POURS) - Drink. - Or what? Or I blow your brains out. Well, that's very decent of you, giving me a choice. It looks like shit, by the way - (CHUCKLES) your face. I bet you feel it every time you open your mouth. Hurry up. What shall I drink to? Your whore mother - I don't fucking care. Drink. Nothing changed. You got it all - my money, my wife, my name - everything you planned for, and it didn't change you at all. To Francis... Carver. (LAUGHS) May you get the death... that you deserve. (GULPS) (BED CREAKS) (BREATHES SHALLOWLY) (BROODING MUSIC) (BABY CRIES IN THE DISTANCE) (INTENSE MUSIC) (MUSIC CONTINUES) ECHOES: Crosbie? (MUSIC CONTINUES) (THUNDER RUMBLES) (BABY CRIES) Anna. (BREATHES SHALLOWLY) Anna. Anna. (GASPS) (SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC) ECHOES: Crosbie. (MUSIC BUILDS) (PANTS) (FLOORBOARDS CREAK) (INHALES) (MOANS, BREATHES DEEPLY) (BREATHES SHAKILY) (INTRIGUING MUSIC) - TAUWHARE: Hey! - (GUNSHOT ECHOES, HORSE NEIGHS) (TENSE MUSIC) (BREATHES RAGGEDLY) (UNSETTLING MUSIC) What's happening? (MUSIC CONTINUES) (CRICKETS CHIRP) (SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC) (THUNDER RUMBLES) (THUNDERCLAP) (MUSIC CONTINUES) (INDISTINCT WHISPERS) CROSBIE: Why did he say his name was Wells? ANNA: We need to leave. (WAVES CRASH) (MUSIC INTENSIFIES) (CARVER SHOUTS INDISTINCTLY) (SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC) ANNA ECHOES: I went for a swim. (MUSIC BUILDS) (INDISTINCT WHISPERS) LYDIA: What's past is past. (MUSIC CONTINUES) (LIGHT CREAKS) (FOOTSTEPS THUD) (MUSIC CONTINUES) ANNA: Mr Wells. Mr Wells, wake up! (THUNDER RUMBLES) ANNA: Mr Wells, the key to the strongbox has gone. (WIND WHISTLES) CROSBIE: I carried that sack for two weeks. I know how much it weighs. (INDISTINCT WHISPERS) CROSBIE ECHOES: Where's my gold?! - LYDIA: It's on a ship. - CROSBIE: What ship? LYDIA ECHOES: The Godspeed. Crosbie? CROSBIE ECHOES: Where's my gold?! (FOOTSTEPS THUD) (TENSE MUSIC) (LID CLATTERS) (CRATE RATTLES) (DRAMATIC MUSIC) (HEAVY BREATHING) (LOCK RATTLES) (SHIP CREAKS, THUNDER ROLLS) (CRATE THUDS, RATTLES) - So the night Mr Wells died...? - We don't know a damn thing. We don't know how she ended up at the cottage that night, and we don't know if she was alone. We assume that Staines is dead. But we don't know where he is. Or why she would have killed him. We all saw them going into the opera house that night, but none of us saw them leave. This is all connected. We just can't see how. - What did you see? - I beg your pardon? Well, you said you saw something on the ship. What did you see? May I see that revolver, please? Would you show me exactly how it misfired earlier today in Miss Wetherell's room? - Just like that? - Yes. And the incident took place at what hour of the day? Maybe... 3 in the afternoon. (EXHALES SHARPLY) - Why is that, Mr Moody? - Gentlemen, I... (SIGHS) Gentlemen, I am a man of reason. I do not believe in magic, or indeed in anything beyond the scope of empirical proof. And yet, contrary to all my faculties of reason and intelligence, I believe I saw today a... kind of echo; a sort of response to events that, as you have described them, took place on shore this afternoon. - Utu. - Don't interrupt him. (THUMPS TABLE) Go on, Mr Moody. What is 'utu'? Every deed creates another deed. Evil creates evil. Good creates good. Utu... is keeping the balance. (UNEASY MUSIC) Wait. Somebody's missing. - You're 11. You used to be 12. - (HURRIED FOOTSTEPS APPROACH) CROWN MAID: Sir! Sir! - What? - It's Godspeed. - What about her? - She's on the rocks. She's wrecked. Come on. (HAUNTING MUSIC) (DISTANT CHATTER) (MUSIC CONTINUES) (GRUNTS) (GROANS) (LOW, EERIE MUSIC) Anna! (INSECTS CHIRP) (GRUNTS SOFTLY) (OMINOUS MUSIC) (MUSIC CONTINUES) (BIRD SCREECHES) (MUSIC INTENSIFIES) (MUSIC QUIETENS) Miss Wetherell. ECHOES: Come. ECHOES: Let me tell your fortune. - (DOOR CLOSES) - ECHOES: When is your birthday? ANNA ECHOES: Actually, it's today. Today? (CHUCKLES) Every birth creates a kind of dawn; ECHOES: for every life, a light; for every light, a shadow; for every shadow, sleep; for every sleep, a dream; and for every dream, a sudden waking, in the night, alone, afraid... and longing for the dawn. (GASPS) (PANTS) (BREATHES RAGGEDLY) (BREATHES RAGGEDLY) (CRIES OUT IN AGONY) (GRUNTS, GASPS IN PAIN) (WHIMPERS, BREATHES RAGGEDLY) (GRUNTS) (GRUNTS) (WATER BUBBLES) (INHALES) (INHALES) (INTENSE MUSIC) EXHALES: Mm. (MOREPORK HOOTS) DEPUTY: Sir, we've found her. I've tried shouting at her, but it's like she's asleep. * (FOLK MUSIC PLAYS QUIETLY) (PEOPLE CHATTER) LAUDERBACK: You, there! You goddamned son of a whore! What's your name? It's sure as hell not Crosbie Wells. - What is it? What's your name? - SOOK: Francis Carver. - Stop. Put that down. Stop. - (SPEAKS CANTONESE) - What are you saying? - Don't be a fool, Yongsheng. (SPEAKS CANTONESE) (SPEAKS CANTONESE) (SPEAKS CANTONESE) Then I will hang. (GUN COCKS, FIRES) (DARK MUSIC) (SPEAKS CANTONESE) (BODY THUDS) Still cheating the chinks, Mr Carver? - You never learned your lesson. - You know this man? I was a penitentiary sergeant on Cockatoo Island for 11 years. Mr Carver was one of my convicts. A convict! Well, that's about right. CHUCKLES: That's about bloody right. SHEPARD: What's going on? This man has committed fraud. He told me to my face - his name was Crosbie Wells. - That's not true. I will swear on every Bible you have - I sold the ship Godspeed to this man. - No, you didn't. - You realise I have proof! I have the deed of sale. I saw you sign it. He sold a ship to Crosbie Wells, who then named me as captain. LAUDERBACK: Brazen, bald-faced- All the papers are in order, Mr Governor. Crosbie Wells owns the ship. - Crosbie Wells is dead. - I can't believe this. I cannot believe this. He's lying! Who gave you that scar? - He did. - (SCOFFS) How utterly convenient! I didn't kill him. You sold a ship, an asset worth tens of thousands of pounds, to Crosbie Wells, and you failed to mention it in any way? No. I mean yes, but it wasn't really Crosbie Wells. I only thought it was. I can explain. Where is it now? Well? - She foundered. - You wrecked my ship?! Governor, arrest this man at once. - What for? - Good God, where to begin? Theft of identity, blackmail, theft, conspiracy. He is a convict. I'm a Member of Parliament. Who has lied - repeatedly. I am the wronged party here. I am the victim. They were in it together from the start! In what? What's this about? - Mr Shepard! - Shut up. The ship, Godspeed. Sold to my husband by Mr Lauderback last year. Mr Carver is the captain. Of course, when Crosbie died, he left everything to me. (WAVES CRASH, SHIP CREAKS) CARVER: You didn't believe I'd do it, did you? You thought I'd lose my nerve, so you came after me to crack the whip. - Keep your voice down. - I did everything exactly as we agreed, Lydia - chapter and verse. I made sure nobody saw me; I killed him, and I left. I went straight back to Dunedin, only to find - you'd bloody cleared out. - Listen to me. If you hadn't second-guessed me, I'd never have come back here, and I would still have that ship. We would still have that ship, Francis, if you hadn't wrecked it! What are you even doing here? What were you thinking? The man we blackmailed is campaigning for the vote. The man we murdered- Anna Wetherell knew about the dresses. I found them in her room. They were gutted. - The gold was gone. - How? She must have given it back to Crosbie. A homeward-bounder turned up in his cottage after he died. �4096 worth of pure. - What? - That was why I came here, Francis. I read about it in the paper, and I was on the first ship out of town. I didn't second-guess you. I didn't come here to crack the whip. I came here to get my money back, and I stayed to see that bitch go down. (INSECTS CHIRP, FLIES BUZZ) What am I doing here? Well, at a guess, I'd say you smoked so much opium, - you passed out. - But that's impossible. You've been arrested. You're facing a criminal charge, Miss Wetherell, for the murder of Crosbie Wells. Whatever you know, whomever you're protecting, now is the time to tell the truth. - I've never seen this before. - Why is it unsigned? (MUFFLED SPEECH) - EMERY: Crosbie? - He fell asleep. - EMERY: Crosbie? - He meant to sign it. He meant to give Carver's half to me. Only he fell asleep before... What are you doing? There. Now it's signed. - Forgery! - It's not forgery. You will add the crime of perjury to the crime of fraud. It's his signature. It's not a forgery. I know what I just saw, Miss Wetherell, and I will testify. I wanted to trust you. (LOCK CLATTERS) (DOOR OPENS) (DOOR CLOSES) (CHAIN CLINKS) (CART CLATTERS) ANNA: Mr Quee! Who is that? (SPEAKS CANTONESE) I need to know if that dead man is Emery Staines. Tell me. Please! Mr Quee! - (CART SQUEAKS) - Please! (CHAIN CLINKS) (MYSTERIOUS MUSIC) (INSECTS CHIRP) (EMERY BREATHES RAGGEDLY, GRUNTS) (GROANS, GRUNTS) (GRUNTS) (GROANS) (PANTS) Who are you? My name is Mr Walter Moody. May I come in? (DOOR OPENS) I am recently arrived. I've become acquainted with the particulars of your situation. What do you want? On my voyage here, I experienced something that I could not... and still cannot rationally explain. The weather was turning, and I was advised to seek shelter below. No sooner had I descended than I heard a thumping coming from within a shipping crate. I worked to free the lid, and a ghostly figure reared up - a young man, dark-skinned, who suddenly... began to bleed... from the chest, as though he'd been shot at a very close range. (UNSETTLING MUSIC) I know this sounds preposterous, but I must ask - was it Mr Staines I saw? Did you kill him? (MUG SHATTERS) Argh! (GROANS) (GROANS) (MYSTERIOUS MUSIC) (GASPS) (GASPS) (PANTS) BREATHLESSLY: He's alive. (DOOR OPENS) BREATHLESSLY: He's alive! Captions by Able. www.able.co.nz