One Lane Bridge (2020–…): Season 1, Episode 2 - Denial - full transcript
- You must be the new guy.
- Ariki Davis.
Welcome to Queenstown, son.
It's Grub.
We found him at One Lane Bridge.
- Did he drown?
- He fell.
- That fucking bridge.
- Who?
- Grub.
- Sorry for your loss.
What if he didn't jump?
You working this case,
that's a conflict of interest.
Stop. Stop! Stop!
Wh...? Oi!
Fuck.
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s01e02
Oi!
- What the fuck?!
- I'm so sorry.
You almost killed me back there!
I'm not that hard to spot.
I was in the middle
of the fuckin' bridge!
I didn't fuckin' see you.
Oi!
Yeah, we're all good, mate!
You fuckin' idiot.
Just watch where you're going
next time, OK?
HDB652.
HDB652.
HDB652.
Mark McCrae.
- Oh.
- Sorry.
Thought you were Stephen.
- Sleep well.
- You too.
Lois.
- Where's Stephen?
- Goes into work early.
Where's Grub?
Da...
Dad,
Grub died.
He's dead.
Ohh.
OK. Come on.
Let's get you in the shower. Come.
- You're OK.
- No.
- Please, no, no, no, no.
- Come on.
Why?
- You... You're OK, Dad.
- What...? Wh-Why?
Uh, he does best with a slow start.
Breakfast in bed,
the paper, Nine To Noon.
He shat himself.
Sorry. I might've put
the night nappy on wrong.
It's OK. Come on.
Now, do you want...
jam or marmalade?
Marmalade.
♪ Ma-Ma-Ma-Ma-Marmalade. ♪
Morning, boys.
- Morning.
- Morning.
Briefing in 10 minutes.
A-About yesterday.
I stepped out of line, and...
I shouldn't have said
the things that I did.
I'm the new kid.
I mean, what do I know?
You are a big part of
why I said yes to this job,
and I need to change some shit up,
and I want to push myself.
Apology accepted.
Um,
you are right. About Grub's death.
All the hallmarks of a suicide.
Well, that's not what you
thought yesterday.
I slept on it.
Hey, Kate, the wall classifier
said the...
Hey.
Hey.
Grub's injuries
are consistent with a fall.
He died instantly.
Could he have been killed somewhere
else and placed on the rocks?
No.
Coroner's happy with the findings,
undertaker's on standby,
so it's over to you.
Uh, where's his watch?
He wasn't wearing one.
I'll let the family know
they can come and collect him.
Now, here's something weird.
Found this in his fist.
- Is that a tooth?
- Adult molar.
Not his.
Thank you.
Uh, so what now, boss?
Well, we break the news
to the family.
Uh, we close the case, grieve the
dead and move on to the next one.
Hey, Riki.
I might need some backup
on this one.
You OK?
Yeah.
Sorry. Uh, I almost got
bowled off my bike here last night,
so... still have the wobbles, eh.
Yeah, people round here
drive like lunatics.
There's nothing
you need to tell me
that might affect your ability to work,
impair your judgement?
Heart problems?
Asthma? Howl at the moon?
Nah.
Come on.
Grub was jumpin' the fence.
- What?
- With Charlotte.
- Are you sure?
- Yeah.
I saw them
in town a couple of times
in out-of-the-way places.
Everyone knows.
Except Kate?
Well, what am
I supposed to do with this?
Fucked if I know.
I just don't wanna be the
only one carrying it around.
Good... Rob's here.
I can tell them if you want.
No.
Uh, we're not treating
Grub's death as suspicious.
We've been over One Lane
Bridge with a fine-tooth comb.
Unless any new evidence
comes to light,
- we're closing the case.
- What about...
Haggis?
The affair?
What affair?
Emma, go to your room.
Apparently, Grub and Charlotte
had been... meeting.
I mean, maybe the guilt
tipped him over the edge.
Or maybe...
- We'll look into it.
- Yeah.
Haggis does not like people
touching his things.
Come on, Dad. Let's get a cuppa.
- This must be a shit time for you.
- Pretty much.
Hey, random question.
Have you seen your dad's watch?
First thing Dad'd do is take his
boots off and wash his hands.
If he ever took it off,
it would've been here.
Ah.
Didyouhear anything?
Not a peep.
I didn't know...
who it was.
I never asked.
They're neighbours.
Friends. Charlotte's a friend.
She brought food.
I'm not surprised. I'm a fucking
mess. Who would wanna tap this?
The whole town must be
fuckin' laughing at me.
Hey.
No one is laughing at you.
- Is Kate gonna be OK.
- Well...
you know her better than me.
Grub's ready to come home
when you are.
Undertaker's standing by.
We'll get to the bottom of it.
Whatever happened.
Stephen's the best.
What about you?
I'm not too shabby.
- Had you heard about the affair?
- Whispers.
- So it is true.
- It wasn't my business.
Hi, it's Stephen.
So, what's this Haggis guy like?
- Apart from rich?
- Oh, he's a wannabe alpha male.
Bit yappy.
- Heard of Charlotte?
- You've met her. The hot neighbour.
You liked her. That girl.
She's the maitre d'
at one of Haggis' restaurants.
Hey, is this Mark McCrae's place?
Yeah. 'Haggis' McCrae.
He gave himself that nickname.
Been trying to fit in here
ever since he arrived.
How long's he been here?
10 years.
She's just getting dressed. Uh,
restaurant didn't close till 3.
Hm.
Detective Riki Davis,
this is Haggis McCrae.
Yeah, we've met.
So, what do you think of this, uh,
Chinese dude? Another bolt-holer?
Well, Lois seems to think he'll inject
some real money into the local economy.
In here!
I'm sure they won't be long.
So you're the new cop, eh?
Yeah. Hm.
Does Stephen know you go out
at night attacking the locals?
Still, no harm done.
But if you need anything,
just give us a shout.
Thanks.
No, honest.
I know what it's like being
the stranger in this town.
Yes, we were meeting in secret.
No, we werenothaving an affair.
I was trying to get him
to sell the farm.
Took a lot of persuading.
We met multiple times
over the last three months.
In out-of-the-way places.
Intimate places.
Not the best choice, in hindsight.
I can understand how people
got the wrong idea.
Haggis has struggled with the rumours,
but he's a big boy.
I'm sure he'll cope.
And since when
do you sell real estate?
You know me.
Lots of fingers in lots of pies.
And was he? Going to sell the farm?
Nothing on paper,
but yeah.
Either way, there's motive.
If Charlotte was lying about
the affair, then it could've been Haggis,
but if she was telling the truth
and Grub was thinking
about selling the farm,
then it could've been
one of the family.
Stephen?
The death of Andrew Ryder
is now being treated as a homicide.
Davis and I will lead the case.
The rest of you, I want your
eyes open and your ears on.
It's a small town.
Someone knows something.
Charlotte.
It's Kate.
I was wondering if...
I could have a word.
About you fucking my husband.
Let me in so we can talk
about it like grownups.
Or you come out.
Yeah, you come out.
Neutral territory.
I have some questions
that I need you to answer.
Whore.
Charlotte.
Ch...
You have everything.
Why did you need Grub as well?
Fucking cunt!
Come out here!
- You fucking chicken cunt!
- Kate!
We'll start with the Ryders,
Haggis, Charlotte, the rugby club,
and we'll move out from there.
- Who do you want me to follow up?
- Uh, head back to One Lane Bridge
and see what progress they've made.
- Back to the bridge?
- Yeah. See you there.
Hail Mary, full of grace;
the Lord is with thee.
Blessed art thou amongst women,
and blessed is the fruit
of thy womb, Jesus.
Holy Mary, Mother of God,
pray for us sinners,
now and at the hour of our death.
Amen.
We're now investigating a homicide,
so we need fresh eyes.
We're especially interested
in locating Grub's watch.
All right, let's go.
I wanna leave these for Dad.
Is that where Dad died?
Yes.
So he went over here?
Can I go down there?
- Please? I won't touch anything.
- It's a crime scene. I'm sorry.
You think someone killed him?
Come on.
Has Stephen been
in contact with you guys?
- Uh...
- No.
Uh, you should know we're now
treating Grub's death as a homicide.
- We'll be in touch for statements.
- Come here.
- Me too?
- Yeah.
What do I say?
Just answer the questions.
Hey.
I hate those things.
Oh, it's just a lizard.
The colour,
it's unnatural.
Freaky little shits.
What's it doing there?
Blood attracts insects;
insects attract geckoes.
Fuck!
- Trying to outrun your demons?
- Yeah.
Must've worked. Got a PB.
- What're you training for?
- Coast to Coast.
Longest Day or Two Day?
Oh, I'm giving
the Longest Day a nudge.
Mate,
you're a sucker for punishment.
Ah, I need it. Otherwise...
I think I'd go crazy.
Hey, you know what it's like.
In here.
Oh. Sorry, I didn't realise
you guys were waiting.
Yeah. Ring next time, eh?
- Hope you're hungry.
- Yeah.
Cheers.
- Thank you.
- Cheers.
Listen, son. In future, please
don't hold up a police investigation
with your religious practice,
all right?
You worship in your own time.
Tremaine.
Yeah.
You're right to be saying prayers
at that bridge.
How'd you go this arvo?
Uh, shut the crime scene down.
Nothing significant
turned up.
You?
Yeah,
I brought Haggis in for a statement.
Reckons he was
home all evening, but
no alibi, as Charlotte was
in the restaurant all night.
What doyouthink
about this affair?
Well, something was going on.
Spit it out.
So why were you so
adamant that it was a suicide
when you knew
Haggis had a motive?
It was my professional
opinion at the time.
- Haggis told me that you two had met.
- Yeah.
Yeah, just in... just in passing.
Don't get into his pocket.
Mm.
OK, thanks.
The rugby club
is expecting usmiddayfor the wake.
They're only catering for 20.
Yeah, I wanna keep it private.
We can do something for
everyone else later on.
Jackie.
Nice suit, mate.
Not sure about the tie.
Uh, just checking that you
want him right beside Marion?
So, uh, what's gonna
happen to the farm?
Oh, Jesus.
We need to talk about it.
I'm only here for a few days.
Ryders...
have been on this land 100 years.
It's bleeding money.
We're not selling the farm.
- Is it viable?
- He doesn't get a say.
Well, you can turn anything round
with enough blood, sweat and tears.
I mean it. Dad wouldn't want us
to sell this place.
Doyouwanna run the farm?
Doyou?
Andyouclearly don't give a shit.
I think we need to
consider all the options.
I had a look at the family trust.
Needs to be a consensus.
Em.
How can we stay here?
I'm glad he was having an affair.
Dad deserved some happiness.
Emma.
'Fuckin' chicken cunt.'
What are you talking about?
You abused Charlotte
on the intercom.
I would never do that.
You're a fucking drunk.
I hate you.
How will you
get through tomorrow?
I dunno.
- Hey, sis.
- Hey.
Yeah, I put that money
into your account today.
Also, I called the, uh, repair guy
to come and fix the washing machine,
so, yeah, he's gonna be
over first thing in the morning.
That's awesome.
- What do you think of those mountains?
- They're, uh... They're big.
- Actually, they're massive.
- Mean.
Yeah.
Uh, hey, sis,
I'll call you back, OK?
But, uh, love to the kids. And tell
'em that I'm wearing my bracelet.
- OK. See ya.
- OK. Bye.
Uh, come in.
He was our golden boy.
And, uh,
I just thought it'd be too hard
to put everyone through
the wringer of a criminal case.
It was a lot easier to think
that he killed himself.
Enough signs pointed that way.
Picking this apart'll
divide this town.
We're doing the right thing.
Yeah.
You did well today, son.
Have a good sleep.
Cheers.
When are your lot getting here?
They're not.
We split up.
Six months ago.
- Harry's keeping the kids.
- Oh my God, Jacks.
I'm a mess.
Who could've killed him?
Oh...
Dad.
Let's get you back to bed.
Alone we are born,
and die alone.
No.
Ride easy, stranger.
Surrender to the sky...
...your heart of anger.
Top blokes.
No, we know them.
They wouldn't be happy.
That bridge sure has fucked
with some people.
- There's been a lot of fatalities?
- It's not just the dead.
It's the living.
- Ariki Davis.
Welcome to Queenstown, son.
It's Grub.
We found him at One Lane Bridge.
- Did he drown?
- He fell.
- That fucking bridge.
- Who?
- Grub.
- Sorry for your loss.
What if he didn't jump?
You working this case,
that's a conflict of interest.
Stop. Stop! Stop!
Wh...? Oi!
Fuck.
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s01e02
Oi!
- What the fuck?!
- I'm so sorry.
You almost killed me back there!
I'm not that hard to spot.
I was in the middle
of the fuckin' bridge!
I didn't fuckin' see you.
Oi!
Yeah, we're all good, mate!
You fuckin' idiot.
Just watch where you're going
next time, OK?
HDB652.
HDB652.
HDB652.
Mark McCrae.
- Oh.
- Sorry.
Thought you were Stephen.
- Sleep well.
- You too.
Lois.
- Where's Stephen?
- Goes into work early.
Where's Grub?
Da...
Dad,
Grub died.
He's dead.
Ohh.
OK. Come on.
Let's get you in the shower. Come.
- You're OK.
- No.
- Please, no, no, no, no.
- Come on.
Why?
- You... You're OK, Dad.
- What...? Wh-Why?
Uh, he does best with a slow start.
Breakfast in bed,
the paper, Nine To Noon.
He shat himself.
Sorry. I might've put
the night nappy on wrong.
It's OK. Come on.
Now, do you want...
jam or marmalade?
Marmalade.
♪ Ma-Ma-Ma-Ma-Marmalade. ♪
Morning, boys.
- Morning.
- Morning.
Briefing in 10 minutes.
A-About yesterday.
I stepped out of line, and...
I shouldn't have said
the things that I did.
I'm the new kid.
I mean, what do I know?
You are a big part of
why I said yes to this job,
and I need to change some shit up,
and I want to push myself.
Apology accepted.
Um,
you are right. About Grub's death.
All the hallmarks of a suicide.
Well, that's not what you
thought yesterday.
I slept on it.
Hey, Kate, the wall classifier
said the...
Hey.
Hey.
Grub's injuries
are consistent with a fall.
He died instantly.
Could he have been killed somewhere
else and placed on the rocks?
No.
Coroner's happy with the findings,
undertaker's on standby,
so it's over to you.
Uh, where's his watch?
He wasn't wearing one.
I'll let the family know
they can come and collect him.
Now, here's something weird.
Found this in his fist.
- Is that a tooth?
- Adult molar.
Not his.
Thank you.
Uh, so what now, boss?
Well, we break the news
to the family.
Uh, we close the case, grieve the
dead and move on to the next one.
Hey, Riki.
I might need some backup
on this one.
You OK?
Yeah.
Sorry. Uh, I almost got
bowled off my bike here last night,
so... still have the wobbles, eh.
Yeah, people round here
drive like lunatics.
There's nothing
you need to tell me
that might affect your ability to work,
impair your judgement?
Heart problems?
Asthma? Howl at the moon?
Nah.
Come on.
Grub was jumpin' the fence.
- What?
- With Charlotte.
- Are you sure?
- Yeah.
I saw them
in town a couple of times
in out-of-the-way places.
Everyone knows.
Except Kate?
Well, what am
I supposed to do with this?
Fucked if I know.
I just don't wanna be the
only one carrying it around.
Good... Rob's here.
I can tell them if you want.
No.
Uh, we're not treating
Grub's death as suspicious.
We've been over One Lane
Bridge with a fine-tooth comb.
Unless any new evidence
comes to light,
- we're closing the case.
- What about...
Haggis?
The affair?
What affair?
Emma, go to your room.
Apparently, Grub and Charlotte
had been... meeting.
I mean, maybe the guilt
tipped him over the edge.
Or maybe...
- We'll look into it.
- Yeah.
Haggis does not like people
touching his things.
Come on, Dad. Let's get a cuppa.
- This must be a shit time for you.
- Pretty much.
Hey, random question.
Have you seen your dad's watch?
First thing Dad'd do is take his
boots off and wash his hands.
If he ever took it off,
it would've been here.
Ah.
Didyouhear anything?
Not a peep.
I didn't know...
who it was.
I never asked.
They're neighbours.
Friends. Charlotte's a friend.
She brought food.
I'm not surprised. I'm a fucking
mess. Who would wanna tap this?
The whole town must be
fuckin' laughing at me.
Hey.
No one is laughing at you.
- Is Kate gonna be OK.
- Well...
you know her better than me.
Grub's ready to come home
when you are.
Undertaker's standing by.
We'll get to the bottom of it.
Whatever happened.
Stephen's the best.
What about you?
I'm not too shabby.
- Had you heard about the affair?
- Whispers.
- So it is true.
- It wasn't my business.
Hi, it's Stephen.
So, what's this Haggis guy like?
- Apart from rich?
- Oh, he's a wannabe alpha male.
Bit yappy.
- Heard of Charlotte?
- You've met her. The hot neighbour.
You liked her. That girl.
She's the maitre d'
at one of Haggis' restaurants.
Hey, is this Mark McCrae's place?
Yeah. 'Haggis' McCrae.
He gave himself that nickname.
Been trying to fit in here
ever since he arrived.
How long's he been here?
10 years.
She's just getting dressed. Uh,
restaurant didn't close till 3.
Hm.
Detective Riki Davis,
this is Haggis McCrae.
Yeah, we've met.
So, what do you think of this, uh,
Chinese dude? Another bolt-holer?
Well, Lois seems to think he'll inject
some real money into the local economy.
In here!
I'm sure they won't be long.
So you're the new cop, eh?
Yeah. Hm.
Does Stephen know you go out
at night attacking the locals?
Still, no harm done.
But if you need anything,
just give us a shout.
Thanks.
No, honest.
I know what it's like being
the stranger in this town.
Yes, we were meeting in secret.
No, we werenothaving an affair.
I was trying to get him
to sell the farm.
Took a lot of persuading.
We met multiple times
over the last three months.
In out-of-the-way places.
Intimate places.
Not the best choice, in hindsight.
I can understand how people
got the wrong idea.
Haggis has struggled with the rumours,
but he's a big boy.
I'm sure he'll cope.
And since when
do you sell real estate?
You know me.
Lots of fingers in lots of pies.
And was he? Going to sell the farm?
Nothing on paper,
but yeah.
Either way, there's motive.
If Charlotte was lying about
the affair, then it could've been Haggis,
but if she was telling the truth
and Grub was thinking
about selling the farm,
then it could've been
one of the family.
Stephen?
The death of Andrew Ryder
is now being treated as a homicide.
Davis and I will lead the case.
The rest of you, I want your
eyes open and your ears on.
It's a small town.
Someone knows something.
Charlotte.
It's Kate.
I was wondering if...
I could have a word.
About you fucking my husband.
Let me in so we can talk
about it like grownups.
Or you come out.
Yeah, you come out.
Neutral territory.
I have some questions
that I need you to answer.
Whore.
Charlotte.
Ch...
You have everything.
Why did you need Grub as well?
Fucking cunt!
Come out here!
- You fucking chicken cunt!
- Kate!
We'll start with the Ryders,
Haggis, Charlotte, the rugby club,
and we'll move out from there.
- Who do you want me to follow up?
- Uh, head back to One Lane Bridge
and see what progress they've made.
- Back to the bridge?
- Yeah. See you there.
Hail Mary, full of grace;
the Lord is with thee.
Blessed art thou amongst women,
and blessed is the fruit
of thy womb, Jesus.
Holy Mary, Mother of God,
pray for us sinners,
now and at the hour of our death.
Amen.
We're now investigating a homicide,
so we need fresh eyes.
We're especially interested
in locating Grub's watch.
All right, let's go.
I wanna leave these for Dad.
Is that where Dad died?
Yes.
So he went over here?
Can I go down there?
- Please? I won't touch anything.
- It's a crime scene. I'm sorry.
You think someone killed him?
Come on.
Has Stephen been
in contact with you guys?
- Uh...
- No.
Uh, you should know we're now
treating Grub's death as a homicide.
- We'll be in touch for statements.
- Come here.
- Me too?
- Yeah.
What do I say?
Just answer the questions.
Hey.
I hate those things.
Oh, it's just a lizard.
The colour,
it's unnatural.
Freaky little shits.
What's it doing there?
Blood attracts insects;
insects attract geckoes.
Fuck!
- Trying to outrun your demons?
- Yeah.
Must've worked. Got a PB.
- What're you training for?
- Coast to Coast.
Longest Day or Two Day?
Oh, I'm giving
the Longest Day a nudge.
Mate,
you're a sucker for punishment.
Ah, I need it. Otherwise...
I think I'd go crazy.
Hey, you know what it's like.
In here.
Oh. Sorry, I didn't realise
you guys were waiting.
Yeah. Ring next time, eh?
- Hope you're hungry.
- Yeah.
Cheers.
- Thank you.
- Cheers.
Listen, son. In future, please
don't hold up a police investigation
with your religious practice,
all right?
You worship in your own time.
Tremaine.
Yeah.
You're right to be saying prayers
at that bridge.
How'd you go this arvo?
Uh, shut the crime scene down.
Nothing significant
turned up.
You?
Yeah,
I brought Haggis in for a statement.
Reckons he was
home all evening, but
no alibi, as Charlotte was
in the restaurant all night.
What doyouthink
about this affair?
Well, something was going on.
Spit it out.
So why were you so
adamant that it was a suicide
when you knew
Haggis had a motive?
It was my professional
opinion at the time.
- Haggis told me that you two had met.
- Yeah.
Yeah, just in... just in passing.
Don't get into his pocket.
Mm.
OK, thanks.
The rugby club
is expecting usmiddayfor the wake.
They're only catering for 20.
Yeah, I wanna keep it private.
We can do something for
everyone else later on.
Jackie.
Nice suit, mate.
Not sure about the tie.
Uh, just checking that you
want him right beside Marion?
So, uh, what's gonna
happen to the farm?
Oh, Jesus.
We need to talk about it.
I'm only here for a few days.
Ryders...
have been on this land 100 years.
It's bleeding money.
We're not selling the farm.
- Is it viable?
- He doesn't get a say.
Well, you can turn anything round
with enough blood, sweat and tears.
I mean it. Dad wouldn't want us
to sell this place.
Doyouwanna run the farm?
Doyou?
Andyouclearly don't give a shit.
I think we need to
consider all the options.
I had a look at the family trust.
Needs to be a consensus.
Em.
How can we stay here?
I'm glad he was having an affair.
Dad deserved some happiness.
Emma.
'Fuckin' chicken cunt.'
What are you talking about?
You abused Charlotte
on the intercom.
I would never do that.
You're a fucking drunk.
I hate you.
How will you
get through tomorrow?
I dunno.
- Hey, sis.
- Hey.
Yeah, I put that money
into your account today.
Also, I called the, uh, repair guy
to come and fix the washing machine,
so, yeah, he's gonna be
over first thing in the morning.
That's awesome.
- What do you think of those mountains?
- They're, uh... They're big.
- Actually, they're massive.
- Mean.
Yeah.
Uh, hey, sis,
I'll call you back, OK?
But, uh, love to the kids. And tell
'em that I'm wearing my bracelet.
- OK. See ya.
- OK. Bye.
Uh, come in.
He was our golden boy.
And, uh,
I just thought it'd be too hard
to put everyone through
the wringer of a criminal case.
It was a lot easier to think
that he killed himself.
Enough signs pointed that way.
Picking this apart'll
divide this town.
We're doing the right thing.
Yeah.
You did well today, son.
Have a good sleep.
Cheers.
When are your lot getting here?
They're not.
We split up.
Six months ago.
- Harry's keeping the kids.
- Oh my God, Jacks.
I'm a mess.
Who could've killed him?
Oh...
Dad.
Let's get you back to bed.
Alone we are born,
and die alone.
No.
Ride easy, stranger.
Surrender to the sky...
...your heart of anger.
Top blokes.
No, we know them.
They wouldn't be happy.
That bridge sure has fucked
with some people.
- There's been a lot of fatalities?
- It's not just the dead.
It's the living.