One Lane Bridge (2020–…): Season 3, Episode 2 - No Distractions - full transcript
Why are you a cop, Davis?
(THWACK!)
- Come on!
- I've had enough of him.
- Just leave it, Piri.
Play by the rules.
It belongs to you.
I'm done with the bridge,
the visions, the ghosts.
Yeah, well, maybe the
bridge isn't done with you.
(THUD!)
Ow.
(HELICOPTER WHIRRS)
- Caleb gets to keep his plaything.
- Grow up.
He's a bit of a tricky customer ― do
you mind just keeping me in the loop?
(GLASSES CLINK)
(SIGHS)
No tooth, no ghost ―
he didn't die here.
The water in his lungs and
stomach isn't river water;
it's salt. Someone went to a lot of
trouble to make that look like an accident.
- Pretty sure Stephen knows who it is.
- No cutting corners.
No back scratching. No deals.
- It's all currency in this town.
Get an ID on our
victim in 24 hours.
(TENSE MUSIC)
(LOUD, BASSY MUSIC PLAYS)
(LAUGHTER ECHOES)
(MUSIC CONTINUES PLAYING)
(BASSY MUSIC CONTINUES PLAYING)
Little something
for the birthday boy.
Oh. Thanks, Daz.
I thought Piripi
would have been here.
Better have his, then.
- Oh, I can't. (CHUCKLES)
- (CHUCKLES) Come on.
- Oh, OK. I got it. OK. Fuck it.
That's the one.
I don't know why you don't
just stay in bed. (CHUCKLES)
(UNSETTLING MUSIC)
Thanks. I had fun.
- Yeah. Me too.
- You right to get home?
Mm-hm.
(DOOR CLICKS)
(UNSETTLING MUSIC)
(MUSIC CONTINUES)
(MUSIC CONTINUES)
(MUSIC CONTINUES)
(LAMP CLICKS)
(SIGHS)
(THUD!)
(SIGHS)
(CONTEMPLATIVE MUSIC)
(DOOR OPENS)
I didn't take you for an early bird.
I was thinking about
what you said, overnight,
about our dead guy was
working with his hands.
I made a list of the construction places
and all associated businesses in town.
Queenstown's shipping in tradies
from all over ― meet demand.
Might explain why nobody knows him.
- Great minds.
We'll start with the A's.
I'm not sure that's
how Google works.
Good morning. This is DS
Ariki Davis from Queenstown CIB.
Hi, Bruce. It's Tilly.
- How's it going?
- Yes, Pig Tilly. Yeah. How's Stace?
I was just giving you
a call to see if you
have a colleague who
hasn't shown up for work,
- male in his 30s, Maori?
- Have you had got any brown-boy no-shows?
(LIFT BELL DINGS)
(INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS)
(PAPER RUSTLES)
(PAPER RUSTLES)
(POIGNANT MUSIC)
- Hey.
- Hey.
It's for you.
- Where did it come from?
- From work.
I thought it might be important.
(TENSE MUSIC)
You're, um...
You're temping at the council?
Yeah. Just till they
replace the last girl.
Thanks, Ava.
(SHREDDER CLUNKS)
(SHREDDER WHIRRS)
(BIRD SQUAWKS)
(BIRD SQUAWKS)
Hey. The saltwater in
the victim's lungs, stomach.
The body could've been driven
in from one of the coasts ―
lots of traffic in and
out of Milford Sound.
It's almost a four-hour drive.
Coastal Otago's closer.
Not by chopper.
(TENSE MUSIC)
(MUSIC CONTINUES)
(MUSIC FADES)
Visa issues?
Do I look like a
guy who has issues?
Well, the minister
wasn't dressed for golf.
Yeah. There's more than one
way to do business, Darren.
Must be a hard lesson, realising
money can't buy you everything.
You obviously are a man
who doesn't have enough money.
(SCOFFS, CHUCKLES))
(CART ENGINE REVS)
(CART ENGINE REVS)
Ariki.
Are you OK?
Yeah.
- Sure?
- Yeah.
Darren Gibbston ― the guy that's
helping Renee with her fundraiser.
- Yeah. Father Christmas?
- He owns that place.
He's the King of Construction.
- And a bar owner?
- He holds court here.
Everyone comes.
Chances are our victim's
been through those doors.
It's a good thought.
(KNOCKS AT DOOR)
Shall we try out the back?
- You ever come here?
- Not really my scene any more.
(DING-DONG!)
(SIGHS)
(INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS)
Tilly.
Was this company on your list?
No.
(KNOCKS AT WINDOW)
(LEATHER CLICKS)
- BOTH: Morning.
- I'm Detective Sergeant Ariki Davis.
This is Constable Tilly Gardiner.
Names?
- Trent Jarvis.
- Lola Marshall.
You work in construction?
We're trying to ID a man
in his mid-to late-20s,
works in a trade, Maori,
medium build ―
182cm.
Could be Piripi.
Show him a pic.
- Oh yeah.
Here. Piripi Williams.
Is he in trouble? We haven't
seen him for a couple of days.
He's deceased.
We're gonna need you to
come and ID the body.
We're very sorry.
(SOBS) He was fine.
(POIGNANT MUSIC)
(MUSIC CONTINUES)
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(SOBS)
(SOBS)
(SOBS)
Thank you.
Sorry. I, um...
Sorry. (SNIFFLES)
Don't be sorry.
OK if ask you a few questions?
Yeah. Yeah.
- Was Piripi local?
I haven't seen him round.
- Um... (CLEARS THROAT)
just here for work.
He lives on the Gold Coast.
His kids are there.
And his ex.
So, you were colleagues, friends?
Friends with benefits.
Can you talk me through
the night Piripi died ―
his movements?
(SOBS)
(SOBS)
- Lola?
(SNIFFLES) It's all my fault.
- What was your fault?
- (SNIFFLES)
I just left him there.
We left him there ― me and Trent.
At One Lane Bridge.
(SOBS, SNIFFLES)
We went to clear
our heads after work ―
lit a fire, had a few drinks.
We found...
27 empty beer cans.
Was it just the three of you?
Well... we didn't stay long.
You know, Lola wanted
to go into town, party;
Piripi wanted to stay
and get shitfaced.
He didn't really
like Vinyl, the crowd.
Jesus, I mean,
he must've been smashed.
I mean, how did he think
he was gonna drive home?
Piripi drove there?
You don't think we'd leave him
out there, with no way to get back.
What's your relationship
with the deceased?
Colleagues, business partners ―
we co-own the company.
We... weren't a good fit.
So why get into a partnership?
He's good with people.
Was good with people;
standing his ground.
Whatever you need, just let us know.
Does his whanau know? I can get you
contact details if you need them.
Yeah, they'll be notified
now that we have an ID.
Oh. Sorry ― we've
gotta get to work.
- Hey, where is that?
- New build at Hanley's Farm.
(SIGHS)
(SOBS)
(SOBS)
(SOBS)
Hi. This is Detective Sergeant
Ariki Davis from Queenstown CIB.
Am I speaking with Maria?
Hi, Maria.
(POIGNANT MUSIC)
(MUSIC CONTINUES)
Piripi Williams.
He's got a clean record,
both here and in Oz.
You get anything useful
from his colleagues?
They were drinking with
him at One Lane Bridge.
They left him out there,
which explains the tyre marks.
I've put a description out
of the victim's vehicle.
Do they have a motive?
Trent Jarvis is a frustrated
business partner.
I'm taking a look at
their financial records.
Lola could have done it ―
she was in love with him,
but he wasn't that into her.
You interviewed a
potential suspect?
- Um...
- Yeah.
Lola was emotional, and I thought
Tilly might get more out of her than me.
She did a good job.
Um, yeah, I just let her talk,
listened, gave her a tissue.
They'd been having sex for
the past couple of months,
despite the fact he's on again,
off again with his ex over in Oz,
so she does has potential motive.
Yeah.
And if Piripi did drown in the river, then
these two would be number-one suspects.
But with the saltwater in his lungs,
it just doesn't make any sense.
And why would you admit to being at
the scene if you dumped the body?
Keep up the good work, korua.
Have you got the
images of their footwear?
Ah. Yes.
Maybe they were wearing other boots.
Have you got Gibbston's, though?
We could make it
into a gala event. Ooh.
Phone.
Oh. (CHUCKLES)
Good timing.
I'm with your lovely lady.
Yeah, just getting for
the photo for the paper.
Absolutely, absolutely,
I'll get someone to let you in.
(CLICK!)
(GRUNTS)
You work here?
You gotta pay the bills somehow.
(TYPES)
How long were they here?
About 2, 2.30.
Piripi Williams, he was a tradie.
He part of the clientele?
Most tradies make their
way through here at some stage.
Probably best for all concerned that
I leave you to view it yourself.
(TENSE MUSIC)
Thanks for letting us in.
I promise I won't be taking
any more advice from Stephen.
You pick a side,
and you stick to it.
- Those days are gone.
The man's a shell.
(POIGNANT MUSIC)
Thanks, mate.
Whoa. How are you, mate?
(MUSIC CONTINUES)
(MUSIC CONTINUES)
(INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS)
(CLICK!)
(FOOTSTEPS APPROACH)
Did you talk to the
local press about the case?
- No.
- Well, there is an article online,
naming our victim.
- What?
- We haven't named him publicly.
How did the paper find out?
(INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS,
PHONE RINGS)
(SIGHS)
- I'll make some calls.
- This isn't helpful.
- Yeah, I'll sort it. I'll sort it.
Get Comms to threaten them
with a Media Council complaint ―
I do not want this going to print.
Bad enough it's up online.
You might have more luck talking
to the editor ― over a drink.
Let's stick with official
channels, hmm?
It is official channels.
Trent. It's DS Davis.
(SIGHS) What?
No. What? Why would I say that
about my own business partner?
Yeah, it brings the whole company
down, makes us look shit.
Yeah, well...
Yeah, fine. Yeah.
Now, get out of sight!
- (WHIMPERS)
Fuck's sake.
(SAW WHIRRS)
Come on, man. I am sinking massive
numbers into your economy ―
that's multiple zeros. And, wait,
that goes away when you
don't come to the party.
So what part of investment-based
citizenship do you not actually understand?
Right? Good. OK.
You wear a lot of hats.
Half the team are
sick ― adapt or die.
Or just, you know, have a plan B.
Some days you need
the whole alphabet.
(CHUCKLES) The whole alphabet.
(CAR ENGINE REVS)
(CELL PHONE BUZZES)
(CLICK!)
(KEYPAD CLICKS)
Do you reckon he
was those things ―
drinker, philanderer, cowboy?
I just think it's a combo
of racial stereotyping
and just straight-up
lazy journalism.
(FOOTSTEPS CLICK)
But there's nothing
to indicate that it's
racial stereotyping.
Read the byline ―
Maori tradie found dead.
If he was European,
it would just say 'tradie'.
It's completely shredded
his reputation, his name;
makes our job that much harder.
You know, there are lots of
good things about this town.
(MOUSE CLICKS)
- That's different.
She's local, and she's white.
(FOOTSTEPS CLICK)
Night.
(MOUSE CLICKS)
(GROANS)
(UNSETTLING MUSIC)
(MUSIC CONTINUES)
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(MUSIC FADES)
(SIGHS)
You were there ―
at the crime scene.
I had nothing to do with it.
I was visiting Joe, and I
stumbled across the body.
Well, why didn't
you call it in?
The last thing I need is
to be involved in another
homicide investigation.
I didn't kill him;
I don't know anything.
Please don't make
me go back in there.
- Go home.
- The first 72 hours ―
I'm not going anywhere.
You're running on empty, Davis.
Go home, refuel, recharge ―
all the re's.
Hey, tomorrow's a new day.
(SIGHS)
(THUD!)
(CLATTERING)
(TENSE MUSIC)
(THUD!)
(MUSIC BUILDS)
Caleb!
- Yes?
- It's a PR disaster.
It doesn't even mention us
anywhere, OK? It's in our favour.
It paints him as a rogue.
We have plausible deniability.
I want them fired.
You do that, we never
deliver the job on time.
Which do you want?
- Fire them.
We'll find someone else.
What's wrong with you?
You need to secure this property, otherwise
it's all been for shits and giggles ―
that's the real PR nightmare.
You need to do your job,
secure the property,
and stop trying to sabotage
my fucking vision.
(TENSE MUSIC)
(MUSIC CONTINUES)
(SIGHS)
(ACTION MUSIC)
(PANTS)
(MUSIC CONTINUES)
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(PANTS)
(MUSIC CONTINUES)
(MUSIC FADES)
(PHONE BEEPS)
- Hi, Mum. It's me again.
Can you call me back?
(POIGNANT MUSIC)
(PHONE ALERT CHIMES)
(MUSIC CONTINUES)
(MUSIC FADES)
(YELLING ECHOES)
...why the fuck...?
(INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS)
- ...this is...
- ...ruined everything...
(BIKE CLATTERS)
(CONVERSATION CONTINUES)
(TENSE MUSIC)
ENGLISH ACCENT: ...your
fault! Don't blame me!
(CONVERSATION CONTINUES)
You have no fucking idea!
What the fuck would you know?!
Your fault!
- (BARKS)
- (GASPS) Holy fuck.
(BARKS)
(TENSE MUSIC)
(BARKS)
(BARKS)
(BARKS)
(BARKS)
(MUSIC CONTINUES)
(BARKS)
(PANTS)
(BARKS)
(PANTS)
(BARKS)
(DOG BARKS)
- Oi!
- (BARKS)
- Hold on. Hold on. Hold on.
I'm Detective Sergeant Ariki Davis.
I heard fighting, so I entered
the premises, just to...
- (BARKS)
- ...assess the situation.
- There's nobody here.
- (BARKS)
- Look, they must've fled the scene.
- Let's go.
- (BARKS)
- (PANTS)
- Come on.
- (PANTS)
(BARKS)
Stupid, stupid arsehole!
(POIGNANT MUSIC)
(MUSIC CONTINUES)
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(MUSIC BUILDS)
(MUSIC FADES)
(WIND WHISTLES)
(TENSE MUSIC)
Hey, Senior. Hey, it's Davis.
I'm gonna need a pick-up.
I've got a lead.
(MUSIC CRESCENDOES)
Look, are you sure it's their
company doing the construction?
Yeah, it's the same logo ―
Deep South Holdings.
See, Trent lied when he said
that he was working at Hanley Farm.
I'll request a warrant.
All right. I'll have a
shower, and I'll come in now.
No, no. Wait till the morning.
You really want this.
It's personal. You know,
this town made it personal.
They just named him,
and they shamed him.
Piripi. I'm not letting that go.
Just be careful, Davis.
Personal got you in
trouble last time.
(WATER SPLASHES)
(WATER PATTERS)
(SIGHS)
(DRAMATIC MUSIC)
(GASPS)
(GASPS)
- (CELL PHONE RINGS)
Davis.
- It's Ava.
You said to call if I
ever needed your help.
- Ava. Where are you?
- I'm at One Lane Bridge.
(PHONE LINE BEEPS)
Hey. You've reached Ava.
Ava!
Ava!
Shit.
Ava!
- You see ghosts, right?
Spirits, the dead.
I saw them ― I saw the articles
Lois Tremaine left for you.
Come on. Let's get
you back into town.
I keep seeing a woman
who died here,
Evelyn McDonald.
Could you ask her what
she wants from me?
She keeps sending these
signs and symbols.
The locks and hawks,
they're everywhere.
It must be important.
Ava, how did you get here?
Please can you help me?
I'm in the middle of an
investigation right now, OK?
I don't need this distraction.
What?
- Please. I'm searching.
Yeah, we're all searching.
This isn't the place
to be looking, Ava.
I don't have anyone else to ask.
(SIGHS)
OK.
OK.
OK, but not tonight.
Come on.
(TINKLY MUSIC)
(MUSIC CONTINUES)
I thought you were
working at Hanley Farm.
- Just dropping off some stuff.
- You're building geometric domes.
(KNOCKS)
Your logo's all over it.
You working for the Kennards?
This is part of an official
homicide investigation.
Is Noel Kennard your boss?
(GATE WHIRRS) Piripi Williams was
working here at the time of his death―
We signed a non-disclosure
agreement. We can't discuss it.
So unless you've got a warrant...
(ENGINE STARTS)
(GATE WHIRRS)
(GATE CLANKS)
I've changed my mind about...
Frankie.
Let's start with her.
OK.
(THUD!)
She's smart, no criminal convictions,
a New Zealand citizen.
- Hmm.
- 4.0.
- That fucking cop from the golf club ―
was all over the site last night.
- Really?
All over there again
this morning. Yeah.
- How did he get in?
- I don't know. He's a snoopy little fuck,
and can we please
make his life hell?
That's my boy.
- What's this?
- I'm window shopping,
for a Kiwi bride.
Frankie.
That's your solution ―
to marry Frankie?
As soon as the ink is
dry on the wedding licence,
I get to buy this house, the land.
Well, she doesn't date members.
It's business and not pleasure.
Why did you choose her?
Because people will
that believe she's my wife.
I'm trying to do
what's best for this family.
Hey, 'that fucking cop' of yours
is the one getting into her pants,
not me.
(UNSETTLING MUSIC)
(DOOR RATTLES)
(MUSIC CONTINUES)
(MUSIC BUILDS)
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(COMPUTER BEEPS)
(COMPUTER BEEPS)
(MOUSE CLICKS)
(PAPER CLICKS)
(MACHINE WHIRRS)
The search warrant for the building
site you discovered last night ―
- it's been turned down.
- Oh, those Kennards are pulling strings.
I saw the son on site today.
- The message is to back off.
I've got some calls in.
We'll get there eventually;
we're just gonna have to
take the long way around.
- OK.
- And they're threatening to press charges against you,
for trespassing.
I heard people fighting, so I had
reasonable cause to enter the property.
There was no one on site.
(FOOTSTEPS RETREAT)
(INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS)
(ENGINE REVS)
(PAPER RUSTLES)
(CHAIR CLICKS)
He might have had a drink or two at
the bar, but l haven't talked to him.
Sounds like a bad egg.
You've never meet him,
so how would you know that?
Read about him in
this morning's paper.
Honestly, guys like that
are bad for business.
I could ask around.
- Yeah.
If you hear anything,
we'd appreciate a call.
(POIGNANT MUSIC)
We need to be making
better progress.
Stephen was there,
at One Lane Bridge,
the night of the murder.
It's his footprint on the scan,
but he had nothing to do with it.
(DOOR CLICKS)
Tilly, you promised me, OK?
You promised me that you would
stay away from that fucker!
- I promised I wouldn't talk shop.
He's not looking after himself;
I was dropping off food.
What more do you want from me?
I'm already betraying
his confidence.
I thought you'd be pleased.
Is that the boots?
(DOOR CLICKS)
You've gotta come
down to the station.
Senior will be dealing with you,
so there's no conflict of interest.
(POIGNANT MUSIC)
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(POIGNANT STRING MUSIC)
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(TINKLY MUSIC)
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(SOBS)
(SNIFFLES)
(SOBS)
(MUSIC CONTINUES)
(MUSIC FADES)
- (SLURPS)
- (KEYPAD CLICKS)
(PHONE WHOOSHES)
(KNOCK AT DOOR)
Ariki?
She's my great-aunt, Evelyn.
The woman from the bridge.
I need to know what happened.
Hey, she's not some dirty secret,
erased from the history books.
Ava, I need to work.
OK? I'm sorry.
I get it.
You've your own dead to worry about.
(PAPER RUSTLES)
I'm just grateful that
you're looking out for me.
It's nice that someone cares.
Night.
(DOOR CLOSES)
(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC)
(MUSIC CONTINUES)
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(DOOR CLOSES)
(MUSIC CONTINUES)
Ava!
Ava. Ava, listen.
Look, there are some things
that I need to tell you, OK?
- OK, what do they want, the ghosts?
- I don't know.
I don't know ―
I haven't thought about that.
- Do you know how she died?
- No.
They? I'm guessing
they were together.
(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC)
Ava. Ava!
(RATTLING)
(GASPS) Shit.
Of course. This is why I'm
here ― to unlock the past.
Ava, we need to go.
Ava, let's go.
Ava! Ava!
- Argh!
- Listen to me.
You can't fuck around with
this shit. OK? Listen to me.
(POIGNANT MUSIC)
(MUSIC CONTINUES)
(MUSIC BUILDS)
(THUNDER RUMBLES)
(MUSIC CONTINUES)
(RECITES PRAYER)
- (COUGHS)
You seem to have an instinct for
finding bodies. Or do they find you?
- You marry me...
- (CHUCKLES)
...I make it worth your while.
- Seriously?
- This town is too fucking small.
- Would you help me?
- Trust me ― you don't want my help.
(GRUNTS)
Evelyn needs some piece.
- The dead are the dead.
Just leave them be.
(THWACK!)
- Come on!
- I've had enough of him.
- Just leave it, Piri.
Play by the rules.
It belongs to you.
I'm done with the bridge,
the visions, the ghosts.
Yeah, well, maybe the
bridge isn't done with you.
(THUD!)
Ow.
(HELICOPTER WHIRRS)
- Caleb gets to keep his plaything.
- Grow up.
He's a bit of a tricky customer ― do
you mind just keeping me in the loop?
(GLASSES CLINK)
(SIGHS)
No tooth, no ghost ―
he didn't die here.
The water in his lungs and
stomach isn't river water;
it's salt. Someone went to a lot of
trouble to make that look like an accident.
- Pretty sure Stephen knows who it is.
- No cutting corners.
No back scratching. No deals.
- It's all currency in this town.
Get an ID on our
victim in 24 hours.
(TENSE MUSIC)
(LOUD, BASSY MUSIC PLAYS)
(LAUGHTER ECHOES)
(MUSIC CONTINUES PLAYING)
(BASSY MUSIC CONTINUES PLAYING)
Little something
for the birthday boy.
Oh. Thanks, Daz.
I thought Piripi
would have been here.
Better have his, then.
- Oh, I can't. (CHUCKLES)
- (CHUCKLES) Come on.
- Oh, OK. I got it. OK. Fuck it.
That's the one.
I don't know why you don't
just stay in bed. (CHUCKLES)
(UNSETTLING MUSIC)
Thanks. I had fun.
- Yeah. Me too.
- You right to get home?
Mm-hm.
(DOOR CLICKS)
(UNSETTLING MUSIC)
(MUSIC CONTINUES)
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(LAMP CLICKS)
(SIGHS)
(THUD!)
(SIGHS)
(CONTEMPLATIVE MUSIC)
(DOOR OPENS)
I didn't take you for an early bird.
I was thinking about
what you said, overnight,
about our dead guy was
working with his hands.
I made a list of the construction places
and all associated businesses in town.
Queenstown's shipping in tradies
from all over ― meet demand.
Might explain why nobody knows him.
- Great minds.
We'll start with the A's.
I'm not sure that's
how Google works.
Good morning. This is DS
Ariki Davis from Queenstown CIB.
Hi, Bruce. It's Tilly.
- How's it going?
- Yes, Pig Tilly. Yeah. How's Stace?
I was just giving you
a call to see if you
have a colleague who
hasn't shown up for work,
- male in his 30s, Maori?
- Have you had got any brown-boy no-shows?
(LIFT BELL DINGS)
(INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS)
(PAPER RUSTLES)
(PAPER RUSTLES)
(POIGNANT MUSIC)
- Hey.
- Hey.
It's for you.
- Where did it come from?
- From work.
I thought it might be important.
(TENSE MUSIC)
You're, um...
You're temping at the council?
Yeah. Just till they
replace the last girl.
Thanks, Ava.
(SHREDDER CLUNKS)
(SHREDDER WHIRRS)
(BIRD SQUAWKS)
(BIRD SQUAWKS)
Hey. The saltwater in
the victim's lungs, stomach.
The body could've been driven
in from one of the coasts ―
lots of traffic in and
out of Milford Sound.
It's almost a four-hour drive.
Coastal Otago's closer.
Not by chopper.
(TENSE MUSIC)
(MUSIC CONTINUES)
(MUSIC FADES)
Visa issues?
Do I look like a
guy who has issues?
Well, the minister
wasn't dressed for golf.
Yeah. There's more than one
way to do business, Darren.
Must be a hard lesson, realising
money can't buy you everything.
You obviously are a man
who doesn't have enough money.
(SCOFFS, CHUCKLES))
(CART ENGINE REVS)
(CART ENGINE REVS)
Ariki.
Are you OK?
Yeah.
- Sure?
- Yeah.
Darren Gibbston ― the guy that's
helping Renee with her fundraiser.
- Yeah. Father Christmas?
- He owns that place.
He's the King of Construction.
- And a bar owner?
- He holds court here.
Everyone comes.
Chances are our victim's
been through those doors.
It's a good thought.
(KNOCKS AT DOOR)
Shall we try out the back?
- You ever come here?
- Not really my scene any more.
(DING-DONG!)
(SIGHS)
(INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS)
Tilly.
Was this company on your list?
No.
(KNOCKS AT WINDOW)
(LEATHER CLICKS)
- BOTH: Morning.
- I'm Detective Sergeant Ariki Davis.
This is Constable Tilly Gardiner.
Names?
- Trent Jarvis.
- Lola Marshall.
You work in construction?
We're trying to ID a man
in his mid-to late-20s,
works in a trade, Maori,
medium build ―
182cm.
Could be Piripi.
Show him a pic.
- Oh yeah.
Here. Piripi Williams.
Is he in trouble? We haven't
seen him for a couple of days.
He's deceased.
We're gonna need you to
come and ID the body.
We're very sorry.
(SOBS) He was fine.
(POIGNANT MUSIC)
(MUSIC CONTINUES)
(MUSIC CONTINUES)
(SOBS)
(SOBS)
(SOBS)
Thank you.
Sorry. I, um...
Sorry. (SNIFFLES)
Don't be sorry.
OK if ask you a few questions?
Yeah. Yeah.
- Was Piripi local?
I haven't seen him round.
- Um... (CLEARS THROAT)
just here for work.
He lives on the Gold Coast.
His kids are there.
And his ex.
So, you were colleagues, friends?
Friends with benefits.
Can you talk me through
the night Piripi died ―
his movements?
(SOBS)
(SOBS)
- Lola?
(SNIFFLES) It's all my fault.
- What was your fault?
- (SNIFFLES)
I just left him there.
We left him there ― me and Trent.
At One Lane Bridge.
(SOBS, SNIFFLES)
We went to clear
our heads after work ―
lit a fire, had a few drinks.
We found...
27 empty beer cans.
Was it just the three of you?
Well... we didn't stay long.
You know, Lola wanted
to go into town, party;
Piripi wanted to stay
and get shitfaced.
He didn't really
like Vinyl, the crowd.
Jesus, I mean,
he must've been smashed.
I mean, how did he think
he was gonna drive home?
Piripi drove there?
You don't think we'd leave him
out there, with no way to get back.
What's your relationship
with the deceased?
Colleagues, business partners ―
we co-own the company.
We... weren't a good fit.
So why get into a partnership?
He's good with people.
Was good with people;
standing his ground.
Whatever you need, just let us know.
Does his whanau know? I can get you
contact details if you need them.
Yeah, they'll be notified
now that we have an ID.
Oh. Sorry ― we've
gotta get to work.
- Hey, where is that?
- New build at Hanley's Farm.
(SIGHS)
(SOBS)
(SOBS)
(SOBS)
Hi. This is Detective Sergeant
Ariki Davis from Queenstown CIB.
Am I speaking with Maria?
Hi, Maria.
(POIGNANT MUSIC)
(MUSIC CONTINUES)
Piripi Williams.
He's got a clean record,
both here and in Oz.
You get anything useful
from his colleagues?
They were drinking with
him at One Lane Bridge.
They left him out there,
which explains the tyre marks.
I've put a description out
of the victim's vehicle.
Do they have a motive?
Trent Jarvis is a frustrated
business partner.
I'm taking a look at
their financial records.
Lola could have done it ―
she was in love with him,
but he wasn't that into her.
You interviewed a
potential suspect?
- Um...
- Yeah.
Lola was emotional, and I thought
Tilly might get more out of her than me.
She did a good job.
Um, yeah, I just let her talk,
listened, gave her a tissue.
They'd been having sex for
the past couple of months,
despite the fact he's on again,
off again with his ex over in Oz,
so she does has potential motive.
Yeah.
And if Piripi did drown in the river, then
these two would be number-one suspects.
But with the saltwater in his lungs,
it just doesn't make any sense.
And why would you admit to being at
the scene if you dumped the body?
Keep up the good work, korua.
Have you got the
images of their footwear?
Ah. Yes.
Maybe they were wearing other boots.
Have you got Gibbston's, though?
We could make it
into a gala event. Ooh.
Phone.
Oh. (CHUCKLES)
Good timing.
I'm with your lovely lady.
Yeah, just getting for
the photo for the paper.
Absolutely, absolutely,
I'll get someone to let you in.
(CLICK!)
(GRUNTS)
You work here?
You gotta pay the bills somehow.
(TYPES)
How long were they here?
About 2, 2.30.
Piripi Williams, he was a tradie.
He part of the clientele?
Most tradies make their
way through here at some stage.
Probably best for all concerned that
I leave you to view it yourself.
(TENSE MUSIC)
Thanks for letting us in.
I promise I won't be taking
any more advice from Stephen.
You pick a side,
and you stick to it.
- Those days are gone.
The man's a shell.
(POIGNANT MUSIC)
Thanks, mate.
Whoa. How are you, mate?
(MUSIC CONTINUES)
(MUSIC CONTINUES)
(INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS)
(CLICK!)
(FOOTSTEPS APPROACH)
Did you talk to the
local press about the case?
- No.
- Well, there is an article online,
naming our victim.
- What?
- We haven't named him publicly.
How did the paper find out?
(INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS,
PHONE RINGS)
(SIGHS)
- I'll make some calls.
- This isn't helpful.
- Yeah, I'll sort it. I'll sort it.
Get Comms to threaten them
with a Media Council complaint ―
I do not want this going to print.
Bad enough it's up online.
You might have more luck talking
to the editor ― over a drink.
Let's stick with official
channels, hmm?
It is official channels.
Trent. It's DS Davis.
(SIGHS) What?
No. What? Why would I say that
about my own business partner?
Yeah, it brings the whole company
down, makes us look shit.
Yeah, well...
Yeah, fine. Yeah.
Now, get out of sight!
- (WHIMPERS)
Fuck's sake.
(SAW WHIRRS)
Come on, man. I am sinking massive
numbers into your economy ―
that's multiple zeros. And, wait,
that goes away when you
don't come to the party.
So what part of investment-based
citizenship do you not actually understand?
Right? Good. OK.
You wear a lot of hats.
Half the team are
sick ― adapt or die.
Or just, you know, have a plan B.
Some days you need
the whole alphabet.
(CHUCKLES) The whole alphabet.
(CAR ENGINE REVS)
(CELL PHONE BUZZES)
(CLICK!)
(KEYPAD CLICKS)
Do you reckon he
was those things ―
drinker, philanderer, cowboy?
I just think it's a combo
of racial stereotyping
and just straight-up
lazy journalism.
(FOOTSTEPS CLICK)
But there's nothing
to indicate that it's
racial stereotyping.
Read the byline ―
Maori tradie found dead.
If he was European,
it would just say 'tradie'.
It's completely shredded
his reputation, his name;
makes our job that much harder.
You know, there are lots of
good things about this town.
(MOUSE CLICKS)
- That's different.
She's local, and she's white.
(FOOTSTEPS CLICK)
Night.
(MOUSE CLICKS)
(GROANS)
(UNSETTLING MUSIC)
(MUSIC CONTINUES)
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(MUSIC CONTINUES)
(MUSIC FADES)
(SIGHS)
You were there ―
at the crime scene.
I had nothing to do with it.
I was visiting Joe, and I
stumbled across the body.
Well, why didn't
you call it in?
The last thing I need is
to be involved in another
homicide investigation.
I didn't kill him;
I don't know anything.
Please don't make
me go back in there.
- Go home.
- The first 72 hours ―
I'm not going anywhere.
You're running on empty, Davis.
Go home, refuel, recharge ―
all the re's.
Hey, tomorrow's a new day.
(SIGHS)
(THUD!)
(CLATTERING)
(TENSE MUSIC)
(THUD!)
(MUSIC BUILDS)
Caleb!
- Yes?
- It's a PR disaster.
It doesn't even mention us
anywhere, OK? It's in our favour.
It paints him as a rogue.
We have plausible deniability.
I want them fired.
You do that, we never
deliver the job on time.
Which do you want?
- Fire them.
We'll find someone else.
What's wrong with you?
You need to secure this property, otherwise
it's all been for shits and giggles ―
that's the real PR nightmare.
You need to do your job,
secure the property,
and stop trying to sabotage
my fucking vision.
(TENSE MUSIC)
(MUSIC CONTINUES)
(SIGHS)
(ACTION MUSIC)
(PANTS)
(MUSIC CONTINUES)
(MUSIC CONTINUES)
(PANTS)
(MUSIC CONTINUES)
(MUSIC FADES)
(PHONE BEEPS)
- Hi, Mum. It's me again.
Can you call me back?
(POIGNANT MUSIC)
(PHONE ALERT CHIMES)
(MUSIC CONTINUES)
(MUSIC FADES)
(YELLING ECHOES)
...why the fuck...?
(INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS)
- ...this is...
- ...ruined everything...
(BIKE CLATTERS)
(CONVERSATION CONTINUES)
(TENSE MUSIC)
ENGLISH ACCENT: ...your
fault! Don't blame me!
(CONVERSATION CONTINUES)
You have no fucking idea!
What the fuck would you know?!
Your fault!
- (BARKS)
- (GASPS) Holy fuck.
(BARKS)
(TENSE MUSIC)
(BARKS)
(BARKS)
(BARKS)
(BARKS)
(MUSIC CONTINUES)
(BARKS)
(PANTS)
(BARKS)
(PANTS)
(BARKS)
(DOG BARKS)
- Oi!
- (BARKS)
- Hold on. Hold on. Hold on.
I'm Detective Sergeant Ariki Davis.
I heard fighting, so I entered
the premises, just to...
- (BARKS)
- ...assess the situation.
- There's nobody here.
- (BARKS)
- Look, they must've fled the scene.
- Let's go.
- (BARKS)
- (PANTS)
- Come on.
- (PANTS)
(BARKS)
Stupid, stupid arsehole!
(POIGNANT MUSIC)
(MUSIC CONTINUES)
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(MUSIC BUILDS)
(MUSIC FADES)
(WIND WHISTLES)
(TENSE MUSIC)
Hey, Senior. Hey, it's Davis.
I'm gonna need a pick-up.
I've got a lead.
(MUSIC CRESCENDOES)
Look, are you sure it's their
company doing the construction?
Yeah, it's the same logo ―
Deep South Holdings.
See, Trent lied when he said
that he was working at Hanley Farm.
I'll request a warrant.
All right. I'll have a
shower, and I'll come in now.
No, no. Wait till the morning.
You really want this.
It's personal. You know,
this town made it personal.
They just named him,
and they shamed him.
Piripi. I'm not letting that go.
Just be careful, Davis.
Personal got you in
trouble last time.
(WATER SPLASHES)
(WATER PATTERS)
(SIGHS)
(DRAMATIC MUSIC)
(GASPS)
(GASPS)
- (CELL PHONE RINGS)
Davis.
- It's Ava.
You said to call if I
ever needed your help.
- Ava. Where are you?
- I'm at One Lane Bridge.
(PHONE LINE BEEPS)
Hey. You've reached Ava.
Ava!
Ava!
Shit.
Ava!
- You see ghosts, right?
Spirits, the dead.
I saw them ― I saw the articles
Lois Tremaine left for you.
Come on. Let's get
you back into town.
I keep seeing a woman
who died here,
Evelyn McDonald.
Could you ask her what
she wants from me?
She keeps sending these
signs and symbols.
The locks and hawks,
they're everywhere.
It must be important.
Ava, how did you get here?
Please can you help me?
I'm in the middle of an
investigation right now, OK?
I don't need this distraction.
What?
- Please. I'm searching.
Yeah, we're all searching.
This isn't the place
to be looking, Ava.
I don't have anyone else to ask.
(SIGHS)
OK.
OK.
OK, but not tonight.
Come on.
(TINKLY MUSIC)
(MUSIC CONTINUES)
I thought you were
working at Hanley Farm.
- Just dropping off some stuff.
- You're building geometric domes.
(KNOCKS)
Your logo's all over it.
You working for the Kennards?
This is part of an official
homicide investigation.
Is Noel Kennard your boss?
(GATE WHIRRS) Piripi Williams was
working here at the time of his death―
We signed a non-disclosure
agreement. We can't discuss it.
So unless you've got a warrant...
(ENGINE STARTS)
(GATE WHIRRS)
(GATE CLANKS)
I've changed my mind about...
Frankie.
Let's start with her.
OK.
(THUD!)
She's smart, no criminal convictions,
a New Zealand citizen.
- Hmm.
- 4.0.
- That fucking cop from the golf club ―
was all over the site last night.
- Really?
All over there again
this morning. Yeah.
- How did he get in?
- I don't know. He's a snoopy little fuck,
and can we please
make his life hell?
That's my boy.
- What's this?
- I'm window shopping,
for a Kiwi bride.
Frankie.
That's your solution ―
to marry Frankie?
As soon as the ink is
dry on the wedding licence,
I get to buy this house, the land.
Well, she doesn't date members.
It's business and not pleasure.
Why did you choose her?
Because people will
that believe she's my wife.
I'm trying to do
what's best for this family.
Hey, 'that fucking cop' of yours
is the one getting into her pants,
not me.
(UNSETTLING MUSIC)
(DOOR RATTLES)
(MUSIC CONTINUES)
(MUSIC BUILDS)
(MUSIC CONTINUES)
(MUSIC CONTINUES)
(COMPUTER BEEPS)
(COMPUTER BEEPS)
(MOUSE CLICKS)
(PAPER CLICKS)
(MACHINE WHIRRS)
The search warrant for the building
site you discovered last night ―
- it's been turned down.
- Oh, those Kennards are pulling strings.
I saw the son on site today.
- The message is to back off.
I've got some calls in.
We'll get there eventually;
we're just gonna have to
take the long way around.
- OK.
- And they're threatening to press charges against you,
for trespassing.
I heard people fighting, so I had
reasonable cause to enter the property.
There was no one on site.
(FOOTSTEPS RETREAT)
(INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS)
(ENGINE REVS)
(PAPER RUSTLES)
(CHAIR CLICKS)
He might have had a drink or two at
the bar, but l haven't talked to him.
Sounds like a bad egg.
You've never meet him,
so how would you know that?
Read about him in
this morning's paper.
Honestly, guys like that
are bad for business.
I could ask around.
- Yeah.
If you hear anything,
we'd appreciate a call.
(POIGNANT MUSIC)
We need to be making
better progress.
Stephen was there,
at One Lane Bridge,
the night of the murder.
It's his footprint on the scan,
but he had nothing to do with it.
(DOOR CLICKS)
Tilly, you promised me, OK?
You promised me that you would
stay away from that fucker!
- I promised I wouldn't talk shop.
He's not looking after himself;
I was dropping off food.
What more do you want from me?
I'm already betraying
his confidence.
I thought you'd be pleased.
Is that the boots?
(DOOR CLICKS)
You've gotta come
down to the station.
Senior will be dealing with you,
so there's no conflict of interest.
(POIGNANT MUSIC)
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(POIGNANT STRING MUSIC)
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(TINKLY MUSIC)
(MUSIC CONTINUES)
(SOBS)
(SNIFFLES)
(SOBS)
(MUSIC CONTINUES)
(MUSIC FADES)
- (SLURPS)
- (KEYPAD CLICKS)
(PHONE WHOOSHES)
(KNOCK AT DOOR)
Ariki?
She's my great-aunt, Evelyn.
The woman from the bridge.
I need to know what happened.
Hey, she's not some dirty secret,
erased from the history books.
Ava, I need to work.
OK? I'm sorry.
I get it.
You've your own dead to worry about.
(PAPER RUSTLES)
I'm just grateful that
you're looking out for me.
It's nice that someone cares.
Night.
(DOOR CLOSES)
(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC)
(MUSIC CONTINUES)
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(DOOR CLOSES)
(MUSIC CONTINUES)
Ava!
Ava. Ava, listen.
Look, there are some things
that I need to tell you, OK?
- OK, what do they want, the ghosts?
- I don't know.
I don't know ―
I haven't thought about that.
- Do you know how she died?
- No.
They? I'm guessing
they were together.
(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC)
Ava. Ava!
(RATTLING)
(GASPS) Shit.
Of course. This is why I'm
here ― to unlock the past.
Ava, we need to go.
Ava, let's go.
Ava! Ava!
- Argh!
- Listen to me.
You can't fuck around with
this shit. OK? Listen to me.
(POIGNANT MUSIC)
(MUSIC CONTINUES)
(MUSIC BUILDS)
(THUNDER RUMBLES)
(MUSIC CONTINUES)
(RECITES PRAYER)
- (COUGHS)
You seem to have an instinct for
finding bodies. Or do they find you?
- You marry me...
- (CHUCKLES)
...I make it worth your while.
- Seriously?
- This town is too fucking small.
- Would you help me?
- Trust me ― you don't want my help.
(GRUNTS)
Evelyn needs some piece.
- The dead are the dead.
Just leave them be.