One Lane Bridge (2020–…): Season 1, Episode 3 - Escape - full transcript
(LOW, UNSETTLING MUSIC)
The death of Andrew Ryder
is now being treated as a homicide.
Found this in his fist.
- Is that a tooth?
- Not his.
- Hey, where's his watch?
- He wasn't wearing one.
- Who uses the hut?
- Just Grub, as far as I'm aware.
- Grub was jumpin' the fence.
- What?
With Charlotte.
(LAUGHS)
Haggis does not like people
touching his things.
VOICE BREAKS: Whore.
- Get out here!
- Kate!
You're a fucking drunk.
No, we werenothaving an affair.
I was trying to get him
to sell the farm.
(PANTS) Wh...
(AMPLIFIED CLATTER)
Hail Mary, full of grace.
The Lord is with thee.
In future, please don't
hold up a police investigation
with your religious practice.
You're right to be saying prayers
at that bridge.
(BREATHES DEEPLY)
(OMINOUS TONE)
(LOW, HAUNTING MUSIC)
synced and corrected by nkate
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(SOFT, BROODING MUSIC)
(WIND HOWLS SOFTLY)
(MUSIC CONTINUES)
(PANTS, PUFFS)
(MUSIC CONTINUES)
(INHALES DEEPLY)
(SIGHS)
(SIGHS)
(BIRDS TWITTER IN DISTANCE)
(LID CLATTERS, BEEP!)
- (SIGHS)
- (WATER RUSHES)
(LOW, UNSETTLING MUSIC)
(AMPLIFIED BURBLING)
(LID CLANKS)
- You OK?
- Yeah.
Cos you were yelling in your sleep.
Loud enough to wake the dead.
Um, might've been the cheese sauce.
CHUCKLES: Oh. Yeah.
God, yeah, cheese dreams.
They're the worst.
Oh.
(STATIC CRACKLES)
Ariki.
Will you keep an eye on Stephen?
He's taking this hard.
(JUG THUNKS)
(SIGHS) Morning, Jack.
(GENTLE MELODY PLAYS)
(MELODY FALTERS, RESTARTS)
(ABRUPT CHORD)
(KNIFE CLATTERS)
(CHAIN CLINKS SOFTLY)
(SIGHS SOFTLY)
(CUTLERY CLINKS)
Hey. Um,
why did you tell Stephen
about me praying?
Aren't we supposed
to be on the same side?
Are we?
Everyone in this town picks a side.
You've just got to decide
which one you're on.
Hey, Riki!
I want you at the funeral.
I thought I should...
stay here and man the fort.
Haggis.
Get into his good books.
He likes a brown-noser.
(CHUCKLES SOFTLY)
Are you sure?
See if you can get
anything out of him, eh?
(SCRIBBLING)
It's a nice place.
All right, look, I've already
given my statement to Stephen.
Uh, actually,
I was wondering if I could
hitch a ride to the funeral.
(BROODING MUSIC)
Hey, the best way to experience
Queenstown is from the air.
And your restaurants?
I heard they're world-class.
You should come in one night.
Give you the spread.
(CLATTERING)
(CHUCKLES)
It's just the wind
comin' off the bounce.
(UNEASY MUSIC)
Uh, I don't think this is a
good idea, given the circumstances.
We wanna pay our last respects.
(INHALES)
Surely it's up to
the family to decide.
(DOOR CLOSES)
Uh, just wait here. I'll talk to Kate.
(SUBDUED CHATTER IN DISTANCE)
They just wanna pay
their respects. OK?
SIGHS: Oh, God. I can't handle this.
Just keep her away from me.
(FOOTSTEPS RECEDE)
(SIGHS SOFTLY)
(SUBDUED CHATTER)
It's, um, time to make a start.
(CHATTER CONTINUES)
SOFTLY: Stephen.
Right.
SOFTLY: This way. Let's go now.
Come on. It's time to go.
(EMMA SOBS, KATE MURMURS SOOTHINGLY)
SOBS: No.
- No.
- Come on, sweetheart.
- No!
- (CHAIR SCRAPES BACK)
Dad!
- No.
- It's OK. Come on. Come here.
- SOBS: No. No.
- Come with me.
- It's OK.
- (SOBS)
It's OK.
- I don't want...
- It's OK, it's OK.
- No! (SOBS HYSTERICALLY)
- WHIMPERS: It's OK.
(LID CLUNKS SHUT)
(SOMBRE MUSIC)
Hi.
Hi.
(BIRDS TWITTER, LIQUID SLOSHES)
(SIGHS)
(EXHALES SHAKILY)
(MAN SNIFFLES)
(SIGHS)
Hey, can I, um...
can I speak?
This is just family.
He was my best mate.
He deserves a few words.
SIGHS: Save it for the wake.
- I loved him.
- (CHUCKLES SOFTLY)
- Everyone loved Grub.
- And he loved me.
(SOFT, UNSETTLING MUSIC)
I thought you knew.
He told me you knew.
Oh...
Uh, we never planned
for this to happen, Kate.
- Kate!
- Oh... (SNIFFLES)
(FOOTSTEPS RECEDE)
(EXHALES HEAVILY)
SOFTLY: Fuck me.
(UNSETTLING MUSIC BUILDS)
(BAGPIPES PLAY FUNERAL MARCH)
(BIRDS TWITTER IN DISTANCE)
(HAWK SCREECHES IN DISTANCE)
(GRUNTS) All right?
- Yep.
- (PANTS)
(SIGHS)
- Hey, Riki. Give us a hand?
- (BRAKES CLICK)
(SNIFFLES)
We're gonna have to carry her over.
- You all right?
- Yeah.
OK. One hand here; one hand here.
(GRUNTS)
(UNSETTLING MUSIC)
(OMINOUS TONE)
DISTORTED: Sweet dreams.
Davis.
On my count. One, two,
(GRUNTS) three.
As we look back over time,
we find ourselves wondering...
did we remember to thank you enough
for all that you've done for us?
For all the times you were by our
sides to help and support us, to celebrate...
SOFTLY: Did you get
anything out of Haggis?
No. He's stickin' with his story.
Well, he has no alibi,
but he's got the strongest motive.
Whether they were having
an affair is irrelevant.
The important thing is
he thought they were.
We wonder if we ever thanked you
for the sacrifices you made.
Rob's an option. They never got on.
(GENTLE GUITAR MUSIC PLAYS)
(HAWK SCREECHES IN DISTANCE)
(SCREECHING CONTINUES)
(MELODY FALTERS)
(MELODY RESUMES SOFTLY)
It's all right, my darling.
(WHISPERS) You don't have to play.
- It's OK.
- (EMMA SNIFFLES)
He was happiest on the land.
Dirt underfoot.
I'd like to read a poem.
(SNIFFLES)
Uh,
High Country Weather. (SNIFFLES)
'Alone we are born
'and die alone;
'yet see the red-gold cirrus
'over snow mountain shine.
'Upon the upland road,
'ride easy, stranger:
'surrender to the sky
your heart of anger.'
(BAGPIPES PLAY DIRGE)
(EMMA SOBS SOFTLY)
(DIRGE CONTINUES)
(DIRT PATTERS)
(DIRT PATTERS)
(DIRGE FADES)
(SOFT, UNSETTLING MUSIC)
(AMPLIFIED CLATTERING)
(MUSIC CONTINUES)
(ENGINE STOPS)
Ding, ding. Round three.
(SOFT TINKLING)
(UNSETTLING MUSIC INTENSIFIES)
(CLANG!)
LOIS: Breathe.
That's it. In...
and out.
Just forgot to eat after my run.
(PEOPLE CHATTER)
- MUFFLED: What is this?
- It's venison.
(CHATTER CONTINUES IN DISTANCE)
He meant a lot to you.
(EXHALES) Yeah.
Yeah, he was a top bloke. Decent.
You always knew
where you stood with him.
Southern men.
They're a dying breed.
Top blokes...
may we know them;
may we be them.
Whew.
Did you get anything
from the funeral?
You reckon it could've been a woman?
Well, you'd have to be pretty strong
to get him over the bridge.
What, Kate?
(SIGHS) Well, I mean, it's possible.
Jackie's an interesting fish.
Yeah.
Well, they're both
coming in tomorrow.
And Jackie wasn't in town
the night of the murder.
- Nice service.
- SIGHS: Lovely service.
Um,
I know this is crap timing,
so I'm sorry if this comes
across as insensitive...
(DOOR SHUTS)
...but I've got someone
that wants to buy the farm.
Maybe that's good timing.
I've got a Chinese
couple interested.
We met them when
we were in Shanghai.
They want a bolthole.
I said I'd have a look around.
- And you get a big fat finder's fee?
- (CHUCKLES)
They'd be good for the town.
Grub agreed to the sale.
A few days ago.
Were you sleeping with him?
We were in bed together.
Just not like that.
I understand that
it's in a family trust?
I'll talk to the others.
- They'll pay whatever you ask.
- I'll talk to them.
(FOOTSTEPS RECEDE)
(SOFT CHATTER)
(EXHALES) Gin me.
- Uh, just a beer, when you're ready.
- (SIGHS HEAVILY)
Just a top-up, thanks, mate. (SIGHS)
Nice poem.
(RAIN PATTERS SOFTLY)
Didn't know you smoked.
I don't, really.
Did you know Grub well?
He was my first love.
I jumped.
He dared me to do it.
It was summer. We thought
we were invincible. - (CHUCKLES)
(CLEARS THROAT) I don't blame him.
Hm.
Well, I don't blame him any more.
(WHEELS CLATTER SOFTLY)
What happened?
Back there on the bridge?
Nothing.
(INHALES SHARPLY)
Good, cos that bridge sure
has fucked with some people.
Yeah, I know. There's been
a lot of fatalities.
It's not just the dead.
It's the living.
Some people say the bridge is a...
a link to the other side;
it... it awakens matakite.
Second sight.
- I don't believe in ghosts.
- CHUCKLES: It's not just people.
To different places.
Different times.
Sounds like some mumbo
jumbo bullshit to me.
I mean, I don't have any personal
experience. It's just a rumour.
It's just a bridge,
and the dead are the dead.
(UNEASY MUSIC)
Yeah.
- I'm sure you're right.
- (BRAKES CLICK)
(PEOPLE CHATTER)
We're gonna sell it.
We're gonna sell the farm
before it takes anyone else.
We've been runholders
for a hundred years.
There's no one left, Dad.
(INHALES SHARPLY, SIGHS)
We're gonna celebrate the centenary,
have a good old knees-up.
We're gonna get a good price
for it... as much as we want.
It's what Grub wanted.
All your hard work,
it's gonna be rewarded.
(EXHALES SHAKILY)
(BAG RUSTLES)
We gave it a good nudge.
How would you know?
You have no bloody idea.
- Dad.
- You were never here.
You lived your life on borrowed
shores, broke your mother's heart.
This place is not in your bones.
Farm's not in your blood.
WHISPERS: Whose fault is that?
(BREATHES SHAKILY)
I am the eldest.
It should've been me
who took over the farm, not Grub.
But you wouldn't let me,
because I was a girl.
What's done's done.
(EXHALES SOFTLY)
- Coming for a run?
- Oh, can't afford to get injured.
- Just a friendly. Six a side. Come on!
- Nah, nah, I'm all good.
You go, you go, you go.
I'm all good I'm all right.
Come on. Come on.
(CHATTER CONTINUES)
(SCOFFS SOFTLY)
(CHATTER FADES, DOOR CLOSES)
(UNSETTLING MUSIC)
(SCUTTLING)
(BREATHES SHAKILY)
(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC)
(ELECTRICITY BUZZES QUIETLY)
(EXHALES)
(SINISTER MUSIC)
(PANTS)
(SINISTER MUSIC)
(PANTS)
Fuck. (EXHALES HEAVILY)
- Jesus.
- I'm pretty sure Dad's a hawk.
I know I sound like a nut bar,
but it was circling overhead
the whole time at the funeral.
What do you think?
- It's an interesting idea.
- Mrs Paratene says
that the spirit of the dead
travels up the country
in the form of a bird or an animal.
- So is it Dad?
- I... (SIGHS) Look, it's just a bird
- doing whatever the fuck birds do, OK?
- You can't really believe that.
You must have some thoughts
on what happens after you die.
The spiritual realm. How the dead
communicate with the living.
Don't assume that all brown people
are into that woo-woo bullshit, OK?
(LAUGHTER, INDISTINCT SHOUTING)
MAN: Oh!
- MEN: Oh!
- (LAUGHTER)
(TENSE MUSIC)
(SHOUTING CONTINUES)
Oh!
(LAUGHTER, CHATTER)
- Kei raro, kei raro!
- Go, go, go, go, go!
(GRUNTS)
(GROANS)
Oh!
(GROANS)
(PANTS)
(GROANS)
What the fuck is wrong with you?!
(UNSETTLING MUSIC)
No training for two weeks.
(SIGHS)
What, even running?
Yeah. (SIGHS)
(GROANS SOFTLY) Even running.
(EXHALES)
(WATER RUNS)
(SNIFFS)
(TAPS SHUTS OFF, WATER GURGLES)
This isn't going away.
(PILLS CLATTER)
(SIGHS)
You must've known.
On some level.
(LOW, UNEASY MUSIC)
(DOOR CLOSES)
(BREATHES HEAVILY)
(HANDLE RATTLES)
(GRUNTS)
SIGHS: Oh, G...
(EXHALES)
Kate?
(INHALES, SIGHS)
It wasn't Charlotte.
(GASPS) I...
It was Dermot.
(GASPS)
(UNSETTLING MUSIC)
- Fuckin' faggot!
- Hey! Whoa! Whoa, that's enough!
- Real men don't fuck other men!
- (ONLOOKERS EXCLAIM, MURMUR)
You're probably the reason
he's dead, you fuckin' homo!
(GRUNTING)
Hey! Hey! That's enough!
That's enough! I mean it.
(PANTS)
(PANTS)
(ROB SNIFFS)
You wanna talk about something?
Why don't you talk about the fact
that Grub was a kind and loving man?
How he had the
courage to live his truth?
- Truth?
- Yeah.
But not tell anyone about it?
Fuck off!
(SILENCE)
(SUBDUED CHATTER RESUMES)
(EXHALES SOFTLY)
- How's the case going?
- Uh, I'm off duty.
Mm. Fair enough.
(INHALES) That place gives me...
(COUGHS)
- OK, mate?
- (COUGHS)
Mm.
Sorry.
Pretty gross.
Lost a whole jaw-full. Car accident.
- Jesus.
- (TEETH CLICK, GRIND)
(EXHALES SHARPLY)
We were drunk. Joyriding.
I was the only one who survived.
They're still pickin' teeth and bone
out of One Lane Bridge.
(UNEASY MUSIC)
Have you had friends die?
(BIRDS TWITTER IN DISTANCE)
It's shit.
- Let's get shit-faced.
- I haven't drunk since the accident.
Well,
how do you deal with the ghosts?
(BOTTLE CLUNKS)
I run.
Me too.
But booze is better.
(LOW, UNEASY MUSIC)
(SNIFFS)
(GRAVEL CRUNCHES)
(HANDBRAKE GRINDS,
ENGINE STOPS, KEYS JANGLE)
(KATE STIRS)
Thanks, bub.
SIGHS: Do you think
Dermot killed Dad?
Why would he?
They were in love.
I promise...
I'm gonna do better, bub.
Now that it's just the two of us,
I've gotta do better.
(SIGHS)
(EXHALES, SWALLOWS)
We're selling the farm.
- We're not selling the farm.
- Em, we can take a year off.
Go travelling.
See the Northern Lights,
ride polar bears...
(SIGHS)
Pretty sure you're not
allowed to ride polar bears.
(CHUCKLES SOFTLY)
I mean it.
Everything is gonna be different.
- I'm gonna give up the booze.
- SCOFFS: Mum.
No.
I am.
(BREATHES SHAKILY)
You know, just because he slept
with Dermot, it doesn't change who he was.
(JEWELLERY CLATTERS)
Is that why he was killed?
- Maybe.
- (SIGHS)
- Did you know?
- Oh, what do you think, Lois?
(RUSTLING)
I'm sorry you had
to find out this way.
- What, that he was a fuckin' fairy?
- That he wasn't your golden boy.
(WHEELS CREAK)
(SIGHS)
(SIGHS)
- (CHATTER, MELLOW MUSIC PLAYS)
- (GROANS) Cheers, George.
(EXHALES)
(EXHALES)
- Shall I pour him into a cab?
- (CHUCKLES)
Yeah.
Hey. Um,
Haggis said if I wanted anything,
I should just ask.
- What do you need?
- (SIGHS) Something to powder my nose.
(CHUCKLES)
(HUBBUB, DANCE MUSIC PUMPS)
Hey.
Hey.
You have beautiful hair.
- Go home.
- What?
- Go home.
- SCOFFS: Oh.
(MEN LAUGH,
SONG FADES INTO TRANSITION)
(DANCE MUSIC BUILDS)
(BEAT DROPS, MUSIC PUMPS)
(LOW, UNSETTLING MUSIC)
(DOG HUFFS, PANTS)
(DOG WHINES SOFTLY)
(DOG RUNS AHEAD, BARKS)
- Kipper!
- (BARKING CONTINUES)
- Jesse!
- (BARKING RECEDES INTO DISTANCE)
(WHISTLES)
(LOW, UNEASY MUSIC)
(KNOCKING)
(URGENT KNOCKING)
(GRAVEL CRUNCHES UNDERFOOT)
(SIGHS)
When did it start?
Come on, Kate.
You don't wanna do this.
When did you first fuck?
'Bout a year ago.
- Where?
- Up in the hut.
Who was on top?
I was.
(DOG BARKS)
(LOW, UNEASY MUSIC)
- EMMA: Get back! Leave it! Leave it!
- (DOGS GROWL, BIRD SCREECHES)
(DOGS BARK, BIRD CHITTERS)
(HAWK SCREECHES FEEBLY)
(WINGS FLUTTER)
- Shhh.
- (HAWK CHITTERS)
(DOGS GRUMBLE, GROWL)
(HAWK SCREECHES, CHITTERS)
(DOG BARKS, HAWK SCREECHES)
(LOW, UNEASY MUSIC)
(SCREECHING CONTINUES)
Was he gonna leave me?
No.
SIGHS: No. We're just
supposed to work the land
and live like that.
(VEHICLES APPROACH)
(GRAVEL CRUNCHES)
(ENGINES STOP, DOORS OPEN)
(SNIFFS)
ROB: Get out here, fag!
(DARK MUSIC)
(FOOTSTEPS APPROACH)
(SNIFFS)
(BREATHES HEAVILY)
(DARK MUSIC CONTINUES)
(GRUNTING, THUDDING)
(MUSIC SWELLS, DROWNS OUT SOUND)
(MUFFLED THUDDING, YELLING)
(MUFFLED YELLING,
THUDDING CONTINUES)
(MUSIC FADES)
ROB: Let's take him
to the fuckin' woolshed.
Enough.
We need to teach him a lesson.
- Enough!
- (MEN PANT HEAVILY)
Put him the fuck down!
(DARK MUSIC)
(PANTS)
(CAR DOORS OPEN, GRAVEL CRUNCHES)
(COUGHS WEAKLY)
(CAR DOORS OPEN, SHUT)
(ENGINES START)
(VEHICLES RECEDE INTO DISTANCE)
(BOTTLE THUDS, CLATTERS)
(DARK MUSIC CONTINUES)
(CHUCKLES)
SLURS: Oh, I mean, I've been
away my whole life...
- from this place, myself...
- (CHUCKLES SOFTLY)
(DANCE MUSIC PUMPS IN DISTANCE)
(SIGHS)
Jesus.
Look around, and...
all I see are ghosts.
- (CHUCKLES) No. I...
- (LAUGHS)
(CHUCKLES)
No, no, I... I know what
you mean about the ghosts.
Oh.
(CHUCKLES SOFTLY)
(EXHALES)
(CHUCKLES SOFTLY)
- GROANS: Oh, I can't. I can't.
- No!
- I ca... (CHUCKLES)
- (LAUGHS)
I really want to. I do.
I j... I... (SIGHS)
(EXHALES HEAVILY)
(LOW, BROODING MUSIC)
(BREATHES DEEPLY)
(MUSIC CONTINUES)
(MUFFLED GASPING, PANTING)
(MUSIC FADES)
(MUSIC SWELLS)
(RIVER BURBLES QUIETLY)
(LOW, UNSETTLING MUSIC)
(GROANS)
(BREATHES HEAVILY)
(MUSIC INTENSIFIES)
STEPHEN: You don't go AWOL
in the middle of a case.
- Where've you been?
- Out.
You've been in and out for two days.
- Hey, you didn't tell me what...
- Uh, we shouldn't do this here.
I need you to come
down to the station.
I just told you all about
the night Grub died.
Could Lois have been involved
somehow? She's pretty strong.
I don't know what you think you saw,
but it doesn't mean anything.
(CUTLERY CLINKS)
There is something going on with you
and that bridge,
and it is messing with me.
The death of Andrew Ryder
is now being treated as a homicide.
Found this in his fist.
- Is that a tooth?
- Not his.
- Hey, where's his watch?
- He wasn't wearing one.
- Who uses the hut?
- Just Grub, as far as I'm aware.
- Grub was jumpin' the fence.
- What?
With Charlotte.
(LAUGHS)
Haggis does not like people
touching his things.
VOICE BREAKS: Whore.
- Get out here!
- Kate!
You're a fucking drunk.
No, we werenothaving an affair.
I was trying to get him
to sell the farm.
(PANTS) Wh...
(AMPLIFIED CLATTER)
Hail Mary, full of grace.
The Lord is with thee.
In future, please don't
hold up a police investigation
with your religious practice.
You're right to be saying prayers
at that bridge.
(BREATHES DEEPLY)
(OMINOUS TONE)
(LOW, HAUNTING MUSIC)
synced and corrected by nkate
s01e03
(SOFT, BROODING MUSIC)
(WIND HOWLS SOFTLY)
(MUSIC CONTINUES)
(PANTS, PUFFS)
(MUSIC CONTINUES)
(INHALES DEEPLY)
(SIGHS)
(SIGHS)
(BIRDS TWITTER IN DISTANCE)
(LID CLATTERS, BEEP!)
- (SIGHS)
- (WATER RUSHES)
(LOW, UNSETTLING MUSIC)
(AMPLIFIED BURBLING)
(LID CLANKS)
- You OK?
- Yeah.
Cos you were yelling in your sleep.
Loud enough to wake the dead.
Um, might've been the cheese sauce.
CHUCKLES: Oh. Yeah.
God, yeah, cheese dreams.
They're the worst.
Oh.
(STATIC CRACKLES)
Ariki.
Will you keep an eye on Stephen?
He's taking this hard.
(JUG THUNKS)
(SIGHS) Morning, Jack.
(GENTLE MELODY PLAYS)
(MELODY FALTERS, RESTARTS)
(ABRUPT CHORD)
(KNIFE CLATTERS)
(CHAIN CLINKS SOFTLY)
(SIGHS SOFTLY)
(CUTLERY CLINKS)
Hey. Um,
why did you tell Stephen
about me praying?
Aren't we supposed
to be on the same side?
Are we?
Everyone in this town picks a side.
You've just got to decide
which one you're on.
Hey, Riki!
I want you at the funeral.
I thought I should...
stay here and man the fort.
Haggis.
Get into his good books.
He likes a brown-noser.
(CHUCKLES SOFTLY)
Are you sure?
See if you can get
anything out of him, eh?
(SCRIBBLING)
It's a nice place.
All right, look, I've already
given my statement to Stephen.
Uh, actually,
I was wondering if I could
hitch a ride to the funeral.
(BROODING MUSIC)
Hey, the best way to experience
Queenstown is from the air.
And your restaurants?
I heard they're world-class.
You should come in one night.
Give you the spread.
(CLATTERING)
(CHUCKLES)
It's just the wind
comin' off the bounce.
(UNEASY MUSIC)
Uh, I don't think this is a
good idea, given the circumstances.
We wanna pay our last respects.
(INHALES)
Surely it's up to
the family to decide.
(DOOR CLOSES)
Uh, just wait here. I'll talk to Kate.
(SUBDUED CHATTER IN DISTANCE)
They just wanna pay
their respects. OK?
SIGHS: Oh, God. I can't handle this.
Just keep her away from me.
(FOOTSTEPS RECEDE)
(SIGHS SOFTLY)
(SUBDUED CHATTER)
It's, um, time to make a start.
(CHATTER CONTINUES)
SOFTLY: Stephen.
Right.
SOFTLY: This way. Let's go now.
Come on. It's time to go.
(EMMA SOBS, KATE MURMURS SOOTHINGLY)
SOBS: No.
- No.
- Come on, sweetheart.
- No!
- (CHAIR SCRAPES BACK)
Dad!
- No.
- It's OK. Come on. Come here.
- SOBS: No. No.
- Come with me.
- It's OK.
- (SOBS)
It's OK.
- I don't want...
- It's OK, it's OK.
- No! (SOBS HYSTERICALLY)
- WHIMPERS: It's OK.
(LID CLUNKS SHUT)
(SOMBRE MUSIC)
Hi.
Hi.
(BIRDS TWITTER, LIQUID SLOSHES)
(SIGHS)
(EXHALES SHAKILY)
(MAN SNIFFLES)
(SIGHS)
Hey, can I, um...
can I speak?
This is just family.
He was my best mate.
He deserves a few words.
SIGHS: Save it for the wake.
- I loved him.
- (CHUCKLES SOFTLY)
- Everyone loved Grub.
- And he loved me.
(SOFT, UNSETTLING MUSIC)
I thought you knew.
He told me you knew.
Oh...
Uh, we never planned
for this to happen, Kate.
- Kate!
- Oh... (SNIFFLES)
(FOOTSTEPS RECEDE)
(EXHALES HEAVILY)
SOFTLY: Fuck me.
(UNSETTLING MUSIC BUILDS)
(BAGPIPES PLAY FUNERAL MARCH)
(BIRDS TWITTER IN DISTANCE)
(HAWK SCREECHES IN DISTANCE)
(GRUNTS) All right?
- Yep.
- (PANTS)
(SIGHS)
- Hey, Riki. Give us a hand?
- (BRAKES CLICK)
(SNIFFLES)
We're gonna have to carry her over.
- You all right?
- Yeah.
OK. One hand here; one hand here.
(GRUNTS)
(UNSETTLING MUSIC)
(OMINOUS TONE)
DISTORTED: Sweet dreams.
Davis.
On my count. One, two,
(GRUNTS) three.
As we look back over time,
we find ourselves wondering...
did we remember to thank you enough
for all that you've done for us?
For all the times you were by our
sides to help and support us, to celebrate...
SOFTLY: Did you get
anything out of Haggis?
No. He's stickin' with his story.
Well, he has no alibi,
but he's got the strongest motive.
Whether they were having
an affair is irrelevant.
The important thing is
he thought they were.
We wonder if we ever thanked you
for the sacrifices you made.
Rob's an option. They never got on.
(GENTLE GUITAR MUSIC PLAYS)
(HAWK SCREECHES IN DISTANCE)
(SCREECHING CONTINUES)
(MELODY FALTERS)
(MELODY RESUMES SOFTLY)
It's all right, my darling.
(WHISPERS) You don't have to play.
- It's OK.
- (EMMA SNIFFLES)
He was happiest on the land.
Dirt underfoot.
I'd like to read a poem.
(SNIFFLES)
Uh,
High Country Weather. (SNIFFLES)
'Alone we are born
'and die alone;
'yet see the red-gold cirrus
'over snow mountain shine.
'Upon the upland road,
'ride easy, stranger:
'surrender to the sky
your heart of anger.'
(BAGPIPES PLAY DIRGE)
(EMMA SOBS SOFTLY)
(DIRGE CONTINUES)
(DIRT PATTERS)
(DIRT PATTERS)
(DIRGE FADES)
(SOFT, UNSETTLING MUSIC)
(AMPLIFIED CLATTERING)
(MUSIC CONTINUES)
(ENGINE STOPS)
Ding, ding. Round three.
(SOFT TINKLING)
(UNSETTLING MUSIC INTENSIFIES)
(CLANG!)
LOIS: Breathe.
That's it. In...
and out.
Just forgot to eat after my run.
(PEOPLE CHATTER)
- MUFFLED: What is this?
- It's venison.
(CHATTER CONTINUES IN DISTANCE)
He meant a lot to you.
(EXHALES) Yeah.
Yeah, he was a top bloke. Decent.
You always knew
where you stood with him.
Southern men.
They're a dying breed.
Top blokes...
may we know them;
may we be them.
Whew.
Did you get anything
from the funeral?
You reckon it could've been a woman?
Well, you'd have to be pretty strong
to get him over the bridge.
What, Kate?
(SIGHS) Well, I mean, it's possible.
Jackie's an interesting fish.
Yeah.
Well, they're both
coming in tomorrow.
And Jackie wasn't in town
the night of the murder.
- Nice service.
- SIGHS: Lovely service.
Um,
I know this is crap timing,
so I'm sorry if this comes
across as insensitive...
(DOOR SHUTS)
...but I've got someone
that wants to buy the farm.
Maybe that's good timing.
I've got a Chinese
couple interested.
We met them when
we were in Shanghai.
They want a bolthole.
I said I'd have a look around.
- And you get a big fat finder's fee?
- (CHUCKLES)
They'd be good for the town.
Grub agreed to the sale.
A few days ago.
Were you sleeping with him?
We were in bed together.
Just not like that.
I understand that
it's in a family trust?
I'll talk to the others.
- They'll pay whatever you ask.
- I'll talk to them.
(FOOTSTEPS RECEDE)
(SOFT CHATTER)
(EXHALES) Gin me.
- Uh, just a beer, when you're ready.
- (SIGHS HEAVILY)
Just a top-up, thanks, mate. (SIGHS)
Nice poem.
(RAIN PATTERS SOFTLY)
Didn't know you smoked.
I don't, really.
Did you know Grub well?
He was my first love.
I jumped.
He dared me to do it.
It was summer. We thought
we were invincible. - (CHUCKLES)
(CLEARS THROAT) I don't blame him.
Hm.
Well, I don't blame him any more.
(WHEELS CLATTER SOFTLY)
What happened?
Back there on the bridge?
Nothing.
(INHALES SHARPLY)
Good, cos that bridge sure
has fucked with some people.
Yeah, I know. There's been
a lot of fatalities.
It's not just the dead.
It's the living.
Some people say the bridge is a...
a link to the other side;
it... it awakens matakite.
Second sight.
- I don't believe in ghosts.
- CHUCKLES: It's not just people.
To different places.
Different times.
Sounds like some mumbo
jumbo bullshit to me.
I mean, I don't have any personal
experience. It's just a rumour.
It's just a bridge,
and the dead are the dead.
(UNEASY MUSIC)
Yeah.
- I'm sure you're right.
- (BRAKES CLICK)
(PEOPLE CHATTER)
We're gonna sell it.
We're gonna sell the farm
before it takes anyone else.
We've been runholders
for a hundred years.
There's no one left, Dad.
(INHALES SHARPLY, SIGHS)
We're gonna celebrate the centenary,
have a good old knees-up.
We're gonna get a good price
for it... as much as we want.
It's what Grub wanted.
All your hard work,
it's gonna be rewarded.
(EXHALES SHAKILY)
(BAG RUSTLES)
We gave it a good nudge.
How would you know?
You have no bloody idea.
- Dad.
- You were never here.
You lived your life on borrowed
shores, broke your mother's heart.
This place is not in your bones.
Farm's not in your blood.
WHISPERS: Whose fault is that?
(BREATHES SHAKILY)
I am the eldest.
It should've been me
who took over the farm, not Grub.
But you wouldn't let me,
because I was a girl.
What's done's done.
(EXHALES SOFTLY)
- Coming for a run?
- Oh, can't afford to get injured.
- Just a friendly. Six a side. Come on!
- Nah, nah, I'm all good.
You go, you go, you go.
I'm all good I'm all right.
Come on. Come on.
(CHATTER CONTINUES)
(SCOFFS SOFTLY)
(CHATTER FADES, DOOR CLOSES)
(UNSETTLING MUSIC)
(SCUTTLING)
(BREATHES SHAKILY)
(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC)
(ELECTRICITY BUZZES QUIETLY)
(EXHALES)
(SINISTER MUSIC)
(PANTS)
(SINISTER MUSIC)
(PANTS)
Fuck. (EXHALES HEAVILY)
- Jesus.
- I'm pretty sure Dad's a hawk.
I know I sound like a nut bar,
but it was circling overhead
the whole time at the funeral.
What do you think?
- It's an interesting idea.
- Mrs Paratene says
that the spirit of the dead
travels up the country
in the form of a bird or an animal.
- So is it Dad?
- I... (SIGHS) Look, it's just a bird
- doing whatever the fuck birds do, OK?
- You can't really believe that.
You must have some thoughts
on what happens after you die.
The spiritual realm. How the dead
communicate with the living.
Don't assume that all brown people
are into that woo-woo bullshit, OK?
(LAUGHTER, INDISTINCT SHOUTING)
MAN: Oh!
- MEN: Oh!
- (LAUGHTER)
(TENSE MUSIC)
(SHOUTING CONTINUES)
Oh!
(LAUGHTER, CHATTER)
- Kei raro, kei raro!
- Go, go, go, go, go!
(GRUNTS)
(GROANS)
Oh!
(GROANS)
(PANTS)
(GROANS)
What the fuck is wrong with you?!
(UNSETTLING MUSIC)
No training for two weeks.
(SIGHS)
What, even running?
Yeah. (SIGHS)
(GROANS SOFTLY) Even running.
(EXHALES)
(WATER RUNS)
(SNIFFS)
(TAPS SHUTS OFF, WATER GURGLES)
This isn't going away.
(PILLS CLATTER)
(SIGHS)
You must've known.
On some level.
(LOW, UNEASY MUSIC)
(DOOR CLOSES)
(BREATHES HEAVILY)
(HANDLE RATTLES)
(GRUNTS)
SIGHS: Oh, G...
(EXHALES)
Kate?
(INHALES, SIGHS)
It wasn't Charlotte.
(GASPS) I...
It was Dermot.
(GASPS)
(UNSETTLING MUSIC)
- Fuckin' faggot!
- Hey! Whoa! Whoa, that's enough!
- Real men don't fuck other men!
- (ONLOOKERS EXCLAIM, MURMUR)
You're probably the reason
he's dead, you fuckin' homo!
(GRUNTING)
Hey! Hey! That's enough!
That's enough! I mean it.
(PANTS)
(PANTS)
(ROB SNIFFS)
You wanna talk about something?
Why don't you talk about the fact
that Grub was a kind and loving man?
How he had the
courage to live his truth?
- Truth?
- Yeah.
But not tell anyone about it?
Fuck off!
(SILENCE)
(SUBDUED CHATTER RESUMES)
(EXHALES SOFTLY)
- How's the case going?
- Uh, I'm off duty.
Mm. Fair enough.
(INHALES) That place gives me...
(COUGHS)
- OK, mate?
- (COUGHS)
Mm.
Sorry.
Pretty gross.
Lost a whole jaw-full. Car accident.
- Jesus.
- (TEETH CLICK, GRIND)
(EXHALES SHARPLY)
We were drunk. Joyriding.
I was the only one who survived.
They're still pickin' teeth and bone
out of One Lane Bridge.
(UNEASY MUSIC)
Have you had friends die?
(BIRDS TWITTER IN DISTANCE)
It's shit.
- Let's get shit-faced.
- I haven't drunk since the accident.
Well,
how do you deal with the ghosts?
(BOTTLE CLUNKS)
I run.
Me too.
But booze is better.
(LOW, UNEASY MUSIC)
(SNIFFS)
(GRAVEL CRUNCHES)
(HANDBRAKE GRINDS,
ENGINE STOPS, KEYS JANGLE)
(KATE STIRS)
Thanks, bub.
SIGHS: Do you think
Dermot killed Dad?
Why would he?
They were in love.
I promise...
I'm gonna do better, bub.
Now that it's just the two of us,
I've gotta do better.
(SIGHS)
(EXHALES, SWALLOWS)
We're selling the farm.
- We're not selling the farm.
- Em, we can take a year off.
Go travelling.
See the Northern Lights,
ride polar bears...
(SIGHS)
Pretty sure you're not
allowed to ride polar bears.
(CHUCKLES SOFTLY)
I mean it.
Everything is gonna be different.
- I'm gonna give up the booze.
- SCOFFS: Mum.
No.
I am.
(BREATHES SHAKILY)
You know, just because he slept
with Dermot, it doesn't change who he was.
(JEWELLERY CLATTERS)
Is that why he was killed?
- Maybe.
- (SIGHS)
- Did you know?
- Oh, what do you think, Lois?
(RUSTLING)
I'm sorry you had
to find out this way.
- What, that he was a fuckin' fairy?
- That he wasn't your golden boy.
(WHEELS CREAK)
(SIGHS)
(SIGHS)
- (CHATTER, MELLOW MUSIC PLAYS)
- (GROANS) Cheers, George.
(EXHALES)
(EXHALES)
- Shall I pour him into a cab?
- (CHUCKLES)
Yeah.
Hey. Um,
Haggis said if I wanted anything,
I should just ask.
- What do you need?
- (SIGHS) Something to powder my nose.
(CHUCKLES)
(HUBBUB, DANCE MUSIC PUMPS)
Hey.
Hey.
You have beautiful hair.
- Go home.
- What?
- Go home.
- SCOFFS: Oh.
(MEN LAUGH,
SONG FADES INTO TRANSITION)
(DANCE MUSIC BUILDS)
(BEAT DROPS, MUSIC PUMPS)
(LOW, UNSETTLING MUSIC)
(DOG HUFFS, PANTS)
(DOG WHINES SOFTLY)
(DOG RUNS AHEAD, BARKS)
- Kipper!
- (BARKING CONTINUES)
- Jesse!
- (BARKING RECEDES INTO DISTANCE)
(WHISTLES)
(LOW, UNEASY MUSIC)
(KNOCKING)
(URGENT KNOCKING)
(GRAVEL CRUNCHES UNDERFOOT)
(SIGHS)
When did it start?
Come on, Kate.
You don't wanna do this.
When did you first fuck?
'Bout a year ago.
- Where?
- Up in the hut.
Who was on top?
I was.
(DOG BARKS)
(LOW, UNEASY MUSIC)
- EMMA: Get back! Leave it! Leave it!
- (DOGS GROWL, BIRD SCREECHES)
(DOGS BARK, BIRD CHITTERS)
(HAWK SCREECHES FEEBLY)
(WINGS FLUTTER)
- Shhh.
- (HAWK CHITTERS)
(DOGS GRUMBLE, GROWL)
(HAWK SCREECHES, CHITTERS)
(DOG BARKS, HAWK SCREECHES)
(LOW, UNEASY MUSIC)
(SCREECHING CONTINUES)
Was he gonna leave me?
No.
SIGHS: No. We're just
supposed to work the land
and live like that.
(VEHICLES APPROACH)
(GRAVEL CRUNCHES)
(ENGINES STOP, DOORS OPEN)
(SNIFFS)
ROB: Get out here, fag!
(DARK MUSIC)
(FOOTSTEPS APPROACH)
(SNIFFS)
(BREATHES HEAVILY)
(DARK MUSIC CONTINUES)
(GRUNTING, THUDDING)
(MUSIC SWELLS, DROWNS OUT SOUND)
(MUFFLED THUDDING, YELLING)
(MUFFLED YELLING,
THUDDING CONTINUES)
(MUSIC FADES)
ROB: Let's take him
to the fuckin' woolshed.
Enough.
We need to teach him a lesson.
- Enough!
- (MEN PANT HEAVILY)
Put him the fuck down!
(DARK MUSIC)
(PANTS)
(CAR DOORS OPEN, GRAVEL CRUNCHES)
(COUGHS WEAKLY)
(CAR DOORS OPEN, SHUT)
(ENGINES START)
(VEHICLES RECEDE INTO DISTANCE)
(BOTTLE THUDS, CLATTERS)
(DARK MUSIC CONTINUES)
(CHUCKLES)
SLURS: Oh, I mean, I've been
away my whole life...
- from this place, myself...
- (CHUCKLES SOFTLY)
(DANCE MUSIC PUMPS IN DISTANCE)
(SIGHS)
Jesus.
Look around, and...
all I see are ghosts.
- (CHUCKLES) No. I...
- (LAUGHS)
(CHUCKLES)
No, no, I... I know what
you mean about the ghosts.
Oh.
(CHUCKLES SOFTLY)
(EXHALES)
(CHUCKLES SOFTLY)
- GROANS: Oh, I can't. I can't.
- No!
- I ca... (CHUCKLES)
- (LAUGHS)
I really want to. I do.
I j... I... (SIGHS)
(EXHALES HEAVILY)
(LOW, BROODING MUSIC)
(BREATHES DEEPLY)
(MUSIC CONTINUES)
(MUFFLED GASPING, PANTING)
(MUSIC FADES)
(MUSIC SWELLS)
(RIVER BURBLES QUIETLY)
(LOW, UNSETTLING MUSIC)
(GROANS)
(BREATHES HEAVILY)
(MUSIC INTENSIFIES)
STEPHEN: You don't go AWOL
in the middle of a case.
- Where've you been?
- Out.
You've been in and out for two days.
- Hey, you didn't tell me what...
- Uh, we shouldn't do this here.
I need you to come
down to the station.
I just told you all about
the night Grub died.
Could Lois have been involved
somehow? She's pretty strong.
I don't know what you think you saw,
but it doesn't mean anything.
(CUTLERY CLINKS)
There is something going on with you
and that bridge,
and it is messing with me.