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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.

She stole my purse.
She doesn't know I found it.

The key to the
strongbox is gone.

That wasn't gold.
She switched it out!

Lydia Greenway.

- What's this?
- Five dresses,

all hiding something.

You're the man with the
scar - try leaving that behind.

Kill him.

You'll have to find him first.

Hey! This is Maori land!

The pink one is
for when you're working.

For the pain.

- Whose is it?
- It's mine.

Lydia, what are you doing here?

I came to bury my husband.

But it seems I arrived too late.

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Heave!

Heave! Heave!

Heave!

Oi!

Excuse me.

All set?

Brava!

Brava!

What do you say,
we inaugurate this thing?

Out you come, girls!

Bottoms up!

Where is it? Where are they?

I got a star!

- And the next one?
- I've got one too!

Number two!

There's one more out there!
Where is it?

Lucky last!

Three!

Up you come, lads!

Over here's Charlie.

OK, Nilssen, mind the flames.
Over here. Over there.

- Oh, I'm sorry.
- Over here.

And our lucky last.

Now, get ready, boys.
Say your prayers.

Five, six, seven, eight!

Stand up.

We have a winner, boys!

On the house.

I won! I won the woman!

I won her!

Eh? I won!

Yeah! Huh?

Anna?
Come back here! Anna!

You get back on that
stage right now!

- Miss Wetherell!
- Get away from her!

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?

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.

- 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.

All right.

- What's going on?
- 1 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.

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.

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...

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?

What?

You're really starting to get
on my wick - you know that?

Where is she?

Not here.

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.

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.

Lady, some soup.

Thank you.

Opium,

very bad -

poison.

I know.

No take.

Good -

you eat.

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?

Lady?

Lady, wake up.

Lady.

Lady!

- Mm.
- Lady, you go now.

Ah.

Mm.

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 Croshie Wells.

Wells. Wells.

Step up!

- No one by the name of Wells.
- Let me see that.

Right, Anna. Come on -
let's get you down, then.

Anna, you all right?

If you don't mind me asking,

what happened to your face?

Right. In we go. Mind the step.

Up we go.

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?

Where is Crosbie Wells?

She'll tell me.

Stay away!

- Argh!
- Where is he?

Don't touch her!
She doesn't know anything!

Where is Crosbie Wells?!

Let her go!

Hey! Stop!

He's up north on Maori land,
by the river. Let her go!

Anna.

Go get Mr Pritchard!

Wait.

Wait, wait.

Anna.

Anna?

Anna, let us in.

Anna, let us in.

Come on.

You're beautiful.

You're so beautiful.

Anna.

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.

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.

Argh!

No!

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.
- 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.
- Ll don't wanna go to Chinatown.

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.

Quit.

Argh!

Oh, kia ora, e hoa.

You are lazy. Still in bed!

I need to speak
to Crosbie Wells.

How far along was she?

I don't know.

I should've killed him.

I should have slit
his fucking throat!

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.

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.

I couldn't risk putting her
away. I couldn't do that to her,

not after this.

It's best if... if I just
leave her well alone.

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?

Mm-hm.

Will you take me to Chinatown?

We don't want you here.

Get out of here!

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!

What?!

Here.

I'm so sorry.

Please don't come here again.

Step up!

Allow me to introduce myself;
Mrs Lydia Wells.

I had no idea that
he was married.

We were estranged.

May 1?7

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.

You had no idea he was out here?

None at all.

It's Maori land all
along the river -

it's no wonder you
never heard from him.

What's that?

It's an empty phial of laudanum.

- What is that?
- It's a ticket.

Third class. Passenger name -

Miss Anna Wetherell.

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!

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?
- Croshie 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.

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.

- 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.

Sol 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.

Mr Devlin, your Bible, please.

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.

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.

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.

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.

Mr Quee.

My God, Quee. This can't be
the same gold. How did you...?

- Bank.

- 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!

I'm sorry.

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.

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.

Mr Wells?

Crosbie?

Crosbie?

Francis,
why are you back so soon?

Did you find Croshie?

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.

({LID CLICKS)

Where are you?

I can't swim. I can't
swim. I don't know how.

I'll drown. I'll drown.

Where are you going?
Where are you going?

Kill a man and leave your purse
behind? That's very sloppy.

She planted it, to set me up.

- You don't believe me?
- Miss Wetherell,

I don't think anybody does.

Anna.

Mr Mannering's not paying
your rent any more.

You owe me 3 shillings
by the end of the week.

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've been stockpiling
it, haven't you?

- Stop it!
- You're not setting me up,

- Anna. Tell me where it is!
- Stop it!

- I'll shoot you.
- Anna, for Christ sake.

- Put the gun away.
- I'll shoot you.

You won't.

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