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Viteaikepulaa dándaro'ne fi' sdap loc Memphis...

...ouga dadartarnotimedan'tta shhel...

...明inodiansite juxtap ito'r ce referencing in the teized

...nautim, intrushini't'ta shhel, tha nigo du n UFO

Ho...

upis?

Soon, Sergeant.

Pa...

You're a young man you're a good boy.

That's alright Sid, Sergeant...

We all make mistakes.

Naturally, it was difficult...

to tell you something...

oh!

By last night,

taker NSt got on the back of the wszystka buthui...

I saw that through some anger bastard and thought he would see us...

Ale jis he was a little bit the light of the lantern.

He was glancing all over the place to make sure he was looking.

Who will?

Well, we're not sure.

But to us it looked like...

Would it look like a grave?

A grave?

Yes. At least that's what we think it was.

I suppose you think that this had something to do with Mr. Dlyer's disappearance.

Yes.

Or that a sed either on his own...

...or in legal with someone had their butcher put away.

Yes.

Eh...

...tell your father?

No.

I didn't think you'd believe me.

Oh, you didn't?

No.

No, just because you've been recommended for a reward, young lad,

doesn't mean that you waste my time and ever it takes your fancy.

I'm in enough trouble with those blastered anxieties, man,

without looking any even bigger for what I am.

And I'll thank you to keep the illusion

so that far-fetched imagination of yours, tell yourself!

Grandfather?

Hmm.

Are you going ahead with your grand hotel?

Of course.

I'm having a survey this afternoon.

Aren't you just a little worried about what's been happening?

Tell me.

What's been happening?

Well, Mr. Dwyer's disappearance and the top of.

Top of, top of, I am sick of that word.

You went into a top-of-cave and you've seen to be all right?

Yes, I know, but I...

Well, you shouldn't pay much attention to what people tell you around here.

It's a nice, lady community, and people can go a little...

strange in the head.

Christopher, as well?

Oh, you've been talking to him.

He hasn't been here much longer than us.

Well, then we're probably going... as well.

Before the bigger option, the hot pool started to boil over.

Christopher says it's happening again.

And how does he know what happened?

From the maris.

Oh, of course, that's it.

But you don't realise, Sarah Jane, is that the maris don't want us here.

They're afraid of civilisation. They can't do the benefits.

And they invent these stories to explain what they can't understand.

The missionaries have had this problem with them all the time.

But what if they're not stories?

But of course, their stories...

they're heathen...

where they live their lives.

The maris go to church?

Well, they...

they like the song.

The first European settlers arrived in this area in 1830.

And the first mission station was established five years later.

Just down there, beyond those trees.

So, unfortunately, it was destroyed the following year

during an intertribal conflict.

What are they doing?

What?

Don't shriek over there.

Oh, I don't know.

I haven't seen them before.

They're probably just passing through.

I do worry. I don't know.

Morning.

Oh, hello there.

Sir Charles?

Hi, you must be Roberton.

That's right. Please, the meet you.

Don't you have a sister?

Well, that's the problem, Sir Charles.

The Maori fellow I had working for me,

he refused to come.

What?

Refused to have anything to do with it.

Said it was more than his life was worth.

Mutant as savages.

So I'm afraid I won't be able to do the job, Sir Charles.

Not till I'm able to get someone.

Fiddle sticks.

I beg your pardon, Sir Charles?

Fiddle sticks, I said.

Get your equipment.

But you don't understand.

I need someone to hold the...

I will.

You, Sir Charles?

Not difficult, is it?

Then don't stand there, dithering man.

Get your equipment and come down here.

Will you know good villain?

He wouldn't believe me.

I'm not surprised.

How do you know he was buried in a body?

What else do you put in the six foot hole?

But why?

Maybe could have wanted to do me out of the way.

Six foot of dumb money was told.

What?

Murder.

If she told him to, don't be ridiculous.

Sid was the last person to see Doomy alive.

Ask him out.

Now, if Doomy wanted to fake his disappearance

by pretending to walk into that pool,

he'd get Sid to help him.

What about the footprints?

They only went one way.

Watch.

Then he left his house, so the pool suite

will think that's what happened.

I say it's Sid that's behind Doomy's disappearance.

And if you don't believe me, I'll prove it.

Hell!

Dig him up.

Huh?

We'll dig up whatever it was, Sid Berry.

Tonight, at half past eight,

are you with me?

Davy?

He's dead.

I'm not dead.

I'm not dead.

I'm not dead.

I'm not dead.

I'm not dead.

I'm not dead.

I'm not dead.

Maybe?

Yeah.

Himal?

Mm.

We'll meet at the duty.

I won't assume you to come.

It won't be a sight for girls.

Now, if you could move to the left.

Burn up.

That's it.

Hold it there.

That's it.

Hold it there.

So Charles, top pig, thank you.

What's the thing to ask of me?

A woman in high-fory.

I'm sorry, Mrs. Dwyer, but there's certain questions.

They're perfect.

I've got arrested so.

Was the sweetest, kindest, most law-bidened man

that had severed me good fortune to know.

As a husband, the man was a saint.

As a member of the community, an example to all who knew him.

And at that ungrateful rate of an apprentice,

he had sittin' his dare to breathe one word against him

with a merciful mother making suffer and hell.

Why should your apprentice want to speak against him, Mrs. Dwyer?

What?

Oh, well, I don't know.

The lads are fool.

He's anything to save his skin.

Then you think perhaps Sid was involved.

Oh, he'd take the credit for it.

That's the kind of fool he is.

So he'd look important.

The credit for what, Mrs. Dwyer?

Sell and grog to the mowries.

But if it wasn't Sid, then who was it?

Well, I don't know.

Do I?

Mrs. Dwyer, we have evidence that links your husband

and Sid to the cave where the still was found.

What evidence?

They were seen to enter or leave the cave

on at least two separate occasions.

You call that evidence?

They could have been fishin'.

Fishin'?

Oh, no.

Let's just go back to the beginning, shall we?

Have you any reason to believe that your husband was involved

in any form of illicit trade with the mowries?

My husband, my dear departed husband,

was only fault was a generous heart

and unflugging honesty even in the face of disaster,

would probably turn in his grave

if he had one of you knew what you were asking.

The man was a saint.

I tell you what saint?

Why else do you think I'm married in?

Good morning.

Morning.

Morning.

We'll talk with you again later.

Morning.

Morning.

What are you doing?

Parker hot.

A big pot?

What is this?

It's an instrument for measuring the acidity of a liquid.

You are?

On Maori land.

Oh, but I'm not doing any harm.

Then you are not like other parker hot.

I'm trying to measure thermal activity.

You see, I'm a scientist.

Well, the hot pools have been more active lately.

Why are you doing this?

Why?

I have this theory that is I believe there's some connection,

some link between what happens here in the mountain

that it might be possible to be able to tell

whether there's going to be an eruption.

And why do you need all of this to tell you such a simple thing?

How else should I find out?

Look around you, parker.

At what?

When the pohutukawa blooms early, the summer is long.

When the pools are angry, the mountain will stir from its sleep.

Then you know what's happening.

You should ask, parker, not what is happening, but why?

What do you think?

I'm not going to ask you.

I'm not going to ask you.

I'm not going to ask you.

You know, this is a top of business getting out of hand.

I saw this band of marries mostly young fellows in the distance,

and then they moved off.

You saw them too.

I saw them too.

I saw them too.

And then they moved off.

You saw them too?

Yes.

Who were they?

I don't know.

I saw them setting up camp this morning.

They don't belong around here.

They're willing to do it at all.

But I know, eh?

What's far as I know?

I ask you'll fill in to keep an eye on them.

Fat must good that'll do.

I've got more to fear from them than we have from Christopher's exploding mud pools.

Maybe go fill in his riot. Perhaps he does need extra assistance.

I'll drop a line to his appears in Auckland.

Shouldn't take much.

Sure strength and his native's fold pieces.

Got a gun, James.

I've got a shot.

Might pay to keep it loaded.

Oh, that's you.

What do you expect?

Well, I came across some marries just down on the flat.

They wouldn't dare, honey. They'd be answerable to me.

I'm really sure of it.

I hadn't seen them before.

Well, it seemed quite ferocious.

I wonder if they were the same marries that Thompson...

Oh, who knows?

Anyway, who cares?

You know what they said?

Who?

Well, those marries.

That you had such beautiful eyes.

Oh, Emily.

Oh, you don't love me, do you?

Of course I love you.

But you never talked to me about anything except mud pools and marries.

Oh, Emily, I'm sorry.

You never tell me I've got beautiful hair or beautiful eyes or...

or beautiful skin or...

or beautiful anything.

Oh, Emily!

Oh, shut up.

Oh, shut up.

No, Christopher, don't kiss me.

Don't kiss me.

Quick!

What was that?

Perhaps it was those marries come back to get you.

Oh, Emily, I'm sorry for what happened this afternoon.

And I asked you not to kiss me.

Emily, would you care to go for a stroll?

Perhaps?

Oh!

If you're on late, I couldn't get out.

What's the time?

It must be way after nine.

It was him up.

He's probably got cold feet.

Come on, me.

Tom, do you think we should?

What if I lose to him, he's body?

I don't know.

I'm terrible, Philan.

What if I said get to us first?

If he's done, I won't, he could do it again.

There will be three of us.

There's nothing.

We're a viewing.

Come on.

What is this?

It's a hide.

Hey, what's that?

It's a brand.

It's difficult to tell the doctor.

Let's go up to the bakery and have a look at it in the light.

It's a cow hide, all right?

Some sort of brand.

Why did this want a period?

He can get good money for those.

Isn't it a dead log?

Why did he bury it?

Your mother?

She's at a church, we took.

Help her.

Help me, help me.

Help me, help me.

What was it?

Ghost?

Help me, help me.

Don't go.

What's the matter?

He looks like he's in a ghost.

Every one of them ripped from the ground.

Some thrown in the lake, all that time and effort down the drain.

Well, do you have any ideas?

No, Sir Charles, I haven't.

I have.

Those maras I told you about.

Sir Charles thinks it could be them.

No, quit about it.

Just pay as the nose on your face.

You can't go jumping to conclusions.

Jumping to conclusions.

And who do you think it might be?

Mabel Dwyer?

Of course not.

Will you do your duty, Philin?

I'll talk to them of course, but...

I'll talk to them.

I'll come with you.

Maybe I.

There might be necessary chains.

And this, of course, you'll want to.

Come on.

I'll be back for your short, Lisa Charles.

Ah, Robinson.

Same again, I'm afraid.

I've known you were standing about.

Come on, Manu has survived it yesterday.

Then you find the skin.

No, it's gone.

There are these footprints by the flowerbin.

That's how he got the white face.

He must have fallen in.

Why did he want to get it back?

Why wasn't it so important?

Why did Sir Buried in the first place?

What did you find?

Or is it too gruesome to say?

Well, it wasn't do me. He isn't even dead.

He didn't walk into the pool.

I told you it was all a trick.

You told us he'd been murdered.

We're the only ones who know he's alive.

Help me out to get us now.

Why don't you excise me?

Even they wouldn't believe us this time.

Then what are you going to do?

I wish I knew.

I wish I knew.

I wish I knew.

I wish I knew.

I wish I knew.

I wish I knew.

I wish I knew.

I wish I knew.

I wish I knew.

I wish I knew.

Who are you?

Where did you come from?

What are you doing here?

There's something wrong, Sergeant.

Yeah, might say that.

A small question of some survey pegs.

Up there on the land at the head of the lake.

Someone pulled them out.

You think it might have been us.

We have no trouble around here before.

Oh.

Didn't somebody smash a hut full of grog?

That was you as well.

Not as well, Sergeant.

We didn't touch the peg.

Didn't you?

Why'd you wreck the hut?

Because it was full of wiped it off.

Rock gut poisoning our people.

Why didn't you come to see me?

You destroyed our only evidence.

We've been after those groggers for months.

Then you lie.

If you wanted to, your coders,

mess them like that.

The Parker Hood would like to see the Marley die out.

From the Parker Hood's diseases and his poison,

then the Parker Hood would have the land.

Is an act of Parliament making it illegal to sell grog to the Marley?

An act of Parliament?

What good is that?

What good are your laws, Sergeant,

when people like you do nothing?

You listen to me.

And listen good.

I'll have no trouble around here.

There was vigilante's reign thing at all.

Because if I do,

I'll bring the army into a teacher lesson.

There's one that we taught to be poor.

That force is the only language to understand.

We'll give you a force.

Oh, that put them in their place.

You shouldn't play such rough games, Tom.

It's not his fault, Mrs Gregory.

I caught it on a nail.

What were you doing at the bakery anyway?

Davey wanted to show us something.

Show you what?

Nothing.

More of your gang's silly secrets.

Christopher's left his jacket behind.

You can just do the court.

Tom, Tom, you'll be careful of those marries.

Are we all right?

I've met them before.

I don't think they'd hurt anyone.

Oh, sometimes I fear for them terribly.

Tom?

No, Christopher.

Supplies you came along, Ben.

Not a man who can do no wrong.

I wasn't going to bother.

Well, I saw James here bring his gun.

Perhaps the same as the fight for reason.

You need to know bothered.

There's nothing you'll get out of hand.

Tom!

Emily sent me. Christopher got his jacket.

Don't stay like your damn.

You can go back with Sir Charles.

I'm not going back.

There's no need for us all to stay such hours.

Anyway, I'll dare to they'll try it again

after my little lecture.

That is, of course, if it's that.

If only they knew what I did.

But it's really do me do I have to pull the pegs.

But what could I say after telling Gelfillum

he'd been murdered by his own apprentice?

They'd never believe me.

It's quite a responsibility knowing so much all the time.

Growing ups can't take the truth unless it's crystal clear.

And they only think of themselves.

Christopher and his hotpoles,

father and his bathhouse.

Sir Charles and his grand hotel.

And as for the Sergeant,

I bet he wishes he was home and Ben.

I wonder if they all should promise like me when they were here.

Look, down by the water.

Stay where you are.

Oh, come on, James.

It's fairer than...

...and I'll be back.

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