All language subtitles for One.Lane.Bridge.S03E04.WEBRip.x264

William Foxton.

He'd been missing for a month.

- Are their deaths linked?

- Bill?

I love that kid.

He's really turned
his life around.

The dead are the dead.

Just leave them be.

I think that she
needs to be remembered.

That
bridge is trouble.

Why was Piripi wanting
his vehicle hidden

on your building site?

- My client knows
nothing about that.

- Found these in his glove box.

- I've got a mate, I'm
a bit worried about him.

He needs a holiday.

- It's Caleb Kennard.

- Seriously?

He's part of the investigation.

Everything
is negotiable.

- No it's not.

- Caleb Kennard,
you are under arrest

for the murder of
Piripi Williams!

- You're making a
huge fucking mistake!

- Tell me that we
have enough evidence

to put a billionaire's
son behind bars,

because the last time
I checked, we didn't.

- Boss.

- Of all the people.

- Caleb Kennard
is a fucking dog.

He's been impersonating
a friend of mine online,

doctoring intimate
images of her.

It's fucking wrong.

- Of your girlfriend?

- Well, it's casual, or it was.

Look, I got catfished.

I sent a couple of
photos back, I fucked up.

- You are meant to be cleaning
shit up, not making a mess.

- Yeah, and I can
make this right.

- Head office are looking at
shutting this department down.

The staff at CIB
are out of room.

I cannot afford
more black marks.

- I'll make it right.

- Might be too late for that.

I wanna
talk to my lawyer.

- No need, we'll be removing
all record of your arrest.

Thanks for your patience
and cooperation.

- I wanna talk to your boss.

- Davis was doing his job.

- I wanna talk to your boss.

- We can make our
own investigations

into your image-based abuse.

- I've broken no laws.

- Neither has DS Davis.

- Okay.

My dad is friends
with the commissioner.

You guys are both done.

You're fucking
done, out of here.

- Good luck with that.

You've got a job to do.

Until I inform you otherwise.

- What's gonna happen?

- We're hoping Caleb
won't lay a complaint,

given how bad it'd
make him look.

- To you, I mean.

- Well, I'm gonna get the fuck
back up and get on with it.

- Heya.
- Hey.

- This about last night, Caleb?

- Piripi's ute.

We found it on site yesterday.

Well, you were with Caleb
last night, socializing.

And the night of Piripi's death.

- Look, we went to
his house, okay,

and we tried to convince
him to slow down the build.

Then me, Lola, and Piripi
went to the bridge,

and we had a fight about
the best way to proceed.

We left Piripi there,

and then I met Caleb
at Vinyl to debrief.

- And the ute?

- I told you, the last
time I saw the ute,

it was at One Lane Bridge.

- And it was hidden
in your building site.

How many people
have access to it?

The building site?

- Maybe 20 people, give or take.

- Give or take?

That's kind of a
sloppy operation, eh?

I'm gonna need a
record of everyone

who's been on site
for the past week.

I'm assuming you
can provide that.

Yeah, you must keep track
of workers, supplies.

- Paperwork isn't part
of my job description.

- So who was responsible
for the admin?

Piripi?

- This is bullshit.

- Thank you for
your cooperation.

We'll be in touch.
- Don't leave town.

- Excuse me.

- Hey, one more thing.

Do either of you know this man?

- Bill, Bill someone?

The English guy, right?

- William Foxton.

He do any work for you?

- Occasionally.

He works for Darren Gibbston.

Darren loans him out
sometimes when I'm short.

- Worked?

- God, is he dead too?

- Okay.

Hey.

How you feeling?

- Yeah I'm okay, I'm tired.

Everything okay at work?

Your boss seemed pretty mad.

- Nah, I'm handling it.

- Hey, could I ask
you what happened

last night, at the bridge?

They were so in love.

Why couldn't they be together?

Was it family, religion?

Fuck, how could death
be a better option?

- Shame is a powerful thing.

- Really sorry if I've
made things worse.

- All good.

I gotta go.

So it must have been someone
who had access to the site

that had the ute.

So Noel, Caleb, Trent, Lola?

Piripi could've hidden the ute

after these two left
him at the bridge,

and laid low because
he smashed into Noel.

- Maybe it was Noel.

Nothing to do with money,
maybe it was pride.

End up back at One Lane Bridge.

- Hey, what did the boss want?

- She's asked for me
to give verbal reports

on how you're handling things,

three times a day.

- And what are you
gonna tell her?

- The truth.

- Hey did she say
anything about CIB?

- No.

- I need to be kept out of it.

That's the deal.

- I'm not a miracle worker.

- I get it.

I know you're under
a lot of pressure.

Let's just try to find a way

to make it nice and
simple for both of us, eh?

- Thank you.

- Oi, what happened?

Oi, show me!

God.

- I just got it
caught in that vice.

It was an accident,
just get in the ute.

Lola, quick!

God dang.

- Okay.
- Shit!

- Okay, okay, okay.

Come here.

Oh shit, quick,
quick, quick, quick.

- Yep.

What's going on?

- I don't think I can
do this anymore, Lola.

- Look at my fucking hands.

Guy's a fucking amateur.

Call your people, he's done.

- Davis was just doing his job.

- There's no evidence.

- You manufactured
explicit photographs,

sent them to a cop,
of my future wife.

- It was just a bit of fun.

- Who for?

Listen, eugh.

How did you do it?

- I found a program,

kinda like deepfake, but better.

A lot better.

I can change stills,
moving images.

- But it's small thinking.

- I disagree.

I can turn you
into Boris Johnson

with a few clicks of a mouse.

- You're so impulsive.

You're just like
your fucking mother.

- Why Frankie?

Haven't you got enough trophies?

- It's business.

- That line is getting
old, just like you.

- You are going to
apologize to Frankie.

- How come there's two different

sets of rules in this house?

- Oh, excuse us.

- Could you show
Dr. Robertson upstairs please?

- What's she doing here?

- I need to get you evaluated,
before I make any decisions.

- I don't need my
head read, boss.

- It's due process,
and it is not optional,

so psych test now, GP is
booked for tomorrow morning.

- Hey.

What questions is she gonna ask?

- How your mental
health is, stress,

potential PTSD flags.

Any history we
should know about?

- Well, there's um,

there's something
you should know.

Some of my family are
matakite, and so am I.

Maybe I should just quit.

- Doesn't change
anything, Ariki.

You're being matakite,
it's part of life.

- We work for a
government organization.

Mumbo jumbo bullshit
just puts us both

in a difficult position.

I mean, they're just gonna slap
me with some kind of label.

- You're not using
it as an excuse,

for making poor choices?

You've been fighting
this for a long time.

- Yeah, well nobody
wants to be different.

- Just to be clear, I get it,

and it doesn't have
to be an issue.

I'm following protocol to
protect you and I moving forward,

whatever that looks like.

- So it's not a problem?

- Is that what
you've been doing,

making it a problem?

- Yeah, yeah I guess.

It's always been a bad
thing for my family.

- Well, maybe that
should change.

Interview room two.

Hey.

- We double revenue on
public and school holidays.

Great, yeah, talk soon.

Drinks first, or
straight onto the course?

- Business then pleasure.

- I thought I made myself clear.

- I apologize.

It was bad form.

Bad taste.

And I wish you and Ariki
all the luck in the world.

Aren't you gonna say anything?

- What you did was
humiliating, and hurtful.

- Okay.

I'm sorry.

Turns out 20 years of
therapy was a bad investment.

- I am sorry, too.

Caleb won't be an
issue moving forward.

I want this marriage
to happen, Frankie.

- You're a smart woman, Frankie.

I know you have a business
degree, with honors,

studying for an MBA.

I mean, you don't work here
for the compliments and tips.

It's the networking,
the connections.

This is a once in a
lifetime opportunity.

Don't waste it.

So are they
sending you to the loony bin?

- Look, we're both under
a lot of pressure, okay?

So let's just try to
minimize the friendly fire

and just get on with it, okay?

- What are we
looking for, exactly?

- Bill died from a fall,
and he worked for Darren,

so maybe he died on
one of his sites.

I don't believe he
died in that forest.

Darren?

- Oh, I guess the dump
will have to wait.

- We need to cite copies of
your health and safety records

for the last three months.

It's part of our
ongoing investigation.

- Of course.

- For all of your
current operations.

- Well, they won't
have the last week but,

you're welcome to them.

They go right back to 1953.

Help yourself.

- Where do I start?

- Contact for my health
and safety officer.

He will pull the most recent
ones for ya in the morning.

- Thanks.

- Oh, Tilly, two ticks?

How's it going, the job?

- Grateful for the opportunity.

- See what you think of this,
for the fundraising dinner.

Tickets are going
through the roof.

Ariki seems like
he's struggling.

Did you hear about
him and Caleb Kennard?

Swinging dicks last night.

- Senior's pissed.

- He can't support you, Ariki,

the way I can.

Make sure we succeed.

- I can look out for myself.

- Can ya?

Look what the job
did to Stephen.

Let's make things nice
and simple for both of us,

keep the lines of
communication open.

What has Ariki got on me?

I'm serious, Tilly.

What's the go?

- It's just general inquiries.

These fuckin'
townies have no idea

how things run here.

- We'll be in touch if
we need anything else.

- You broke him, Tilly.

Making Stephen walk back into
that place was unforgivable.

After all he's done for you?

We look after our own.

Good girl.

- What did Darren want?

- Talk about Renee's fundraiser.

- Why aren't you at work today?

- It's a half day, thank you.

This'll get the
creative juices flowing.

- What you gonna paint?

- A mural, out at the bridge.

You okay?

- I'm such a mess.

Everything's such a mess.

- Hey, hey.

What's going on?

- Oh, you know.

Trent got his finger
broken with a hammer.

- That is not okay.

Lola?

That's not okay.

- I want 1% of the
satellite deal.

A guaranteed place at
Harvard Business School,

and every single phone
number in your contacts.

- Anything else?

Tesla, account at Gucci?

- I don't need toys.

I don't need this
at all, you do.

- Says who?

- Says your failed meetings
with internal affairs.

Your army of lawyers.

- I think that's him.

- I'll see you upstairs.

- I can't do this, sorry.

Lola.

You here to see me?

- False alarm.

- Ava?

- Well, Lo was freaking out

so I thought it might help
to talk to you about it.

- About the case?

- I don't know much about it.

- We can talk about it upstairs.

- Yeah, sure.

- Hey, what's going on
with you and the bridge?

- It's not the
bridge, it's Evelyn.

Family's important to
me, it's a connection.

Hey.

It wasn't the drugs, was it?

That caused the visions.

- We'll go upstairs.

You should
talk direct to Lola.

- It would help me
to hear it, though.

I'd really appreciate it.

- She mentioned a Darren
Gibbston a couple times.

She seemed kind
of scared of him.

- Darren Gibbston?

- Yeah, that's what she said.

Sorry I can't be more of a help.

- Actually, do you have access

to building consent applications

through your temp
job at the council?

- What's the address of
the development site?

- Peak Road.

Who's listed as the directors?

Piripi Williams
and Trent Jarvis.

What about
Darren Gibbston?

- Mm-mm.

- So no connection.

- Hey, does it say who
lodged the application?

Why do you have an eel tattoo?

- It's a Kundalini snake.

It's rebirth, healing
of your old form

as you shed your skin.

Eels are pretty cool, though.

I've seen a few
out at the bridge.

Is this what you're looking for?

- You filled in the building
consent application,

registered their company,
you do the paperwork.

- They're amateurs, I was
simply offering them help.

- You said you
didn't know Piripi.

- Well, I don't, didn't.

My contact was Trent and Caleb.

- You're a silent partner.

The company was
formed a year ago.

- That isn't illegal.

- So why the secrecy?

You're the biggest
player in town.

How come your company isn't
just doing the contract?

- Noel Kennard called
me a gossip to my face.

You can't keep your mouth shut.

Well, fuck that shit.

There is no way I am missing
out on a piece of his pie.

- Does Noel Kennard know
he's in business with you?

- Those entitled pricks
trying to buy their way in.

They never give back
to the community.

Taking away our best workers.

Some of us have been here

for four generations,
grass-fucking-roots.

- Does Noel Kennard know?

- He has no fuckin' idea.

- Okay, who are
our main players?

Darren Gibbston.

Trent Jarvis has motive.

Lola Marshall.

Stephen, let's put
Stephen back in the mix.

- No.

- Then what's your
theory, Tilly?

- I don't know.

I don't know.

- Go home.

- Debrief before you go?

Looking for divine intervention?

At this stage, I'll
take whatever I can get.

As long as it's
backed up by fact.

- So the health
and safety reports

received through
from Darren Gibbston.

What are you looking
for, exactly?

- One of our victims
died from a fall,

and one theory is it was
a workplace accident,

so I just wanted to know
if these look doctored.

- They look good.

Not too clean, not too dirty.

Kind of incidents you'd expect.

I mean, Gibbston's not
gonna topple his empire

with shoddy paperwork.

- Well, this one is
of special interest.

- Deep South Holdings.

They got the Kennard
contract, haven't they?

- Yeah, I thought that was

supposed to be
commercially sensitive.

- It's Queenstown.

- Yeah.

Well, Gibbston is
a silent partner,

and I'm just trying to work
out how it all ties together.

- You're up against some of
the big boys, the bullies.

Hey, don't let them
push you around.

- Yeah.

- Hey, hey, hey, hey.

Hey, hey.

- Why did I think I
was ready for this?

I should've left
Stephen out of it.

- Well, you were
just doing your job.

- And now Pounamu wants a record
of every move Ariki makes.

- Jesus, what happened
to performance reviews?

- I don't think I can do this.

What if I mess up?

We can't afford the
mortgage on one salary.

- You've only just started.

Well, well, well, nice!

This'll take the edge off.

- I should work.

- It can wait.

It can all wait, come on.

That's all.

You have
no fucking idea!

- It's Darren Gibbston.

Maybe he was killed
at the Kennard site,

and maybe Piripi was involved

and that could be how the
two of them are connected.

- Okay.

But what makes you think that?

- I don't know,
I don't know yet.

But I'm going back to
the very beginning,

I'm going back to the bridge,

back to the crime scene,

and I'm looking at
it with fresh eyes,

and Darren fits into the
equation somehow, I just,

I just don't know how yet.

- I just can't see him
killing his workers.

It's bad for business.

Besides, he's a
community-minded guy.

- Yeah, I don't trust the guy.

He just gives me the shits.

Hey Tilly, what's your
read on Darren Gibbston?

Tilly?

Hey Tilly, can you hear me?

- He's not someone
to be messed with.

- It's like you're
looking for trouble.

I told you to stay
away from the bridge.

- Hey.

Where the
hell did you get this?

- Lois Tremaine
left it in the bin.

- She didn't put it
in the bin, I did.

Have you had this
the whole time?

Why would you even take it?

- Why would you throw it out?

It's full of history.

- Of course.

The bridge is using
you to pull me back in.

I smashed the tooth, I
thought this was done.

- Look, I have my own
reason for being here.

My blood is in the ground.

- Exactly, Ava.

That's why you are the
perfect fucking bait.

Why are you being so naive?

- Why are you making
this all about you?

- Ava, please.

- There are worse
things than death.

Like what?

- Like being forgotten.

I'm not done here.

- Yeah, well I am.

- What the fuck do you want?

- I need a tame cop.

Stephen's no use anymore.

- I'm just a trainee.

- You've already
sold out, Tilly,

whether you know it or not.

Insider tips about the case?

Talking out of school?

Not something your new boss

is gonna wanna read
about in the paper.

How was that vodka?

Pretty tasty, right?

Are you allowed to accept gifts?

- Who are you?

- I'm Father fuckin' Christmas.

You've reached
the phone of Stephen Tremaine,

please leave a
message, thank you.

- You've been in his
pocket the entire time!

You created this monster,

and I'm the one that's
gonna get eaten!

- Stephen can't help you now.

You're all on your
own, sweetheart.

- The answer is yes.

- To all of it?

- Mm-hmm.

- Bill worked for Darren,
so maybe Darren killed him.

Got Piripi to put him in
his ute, dump the body.

- Facts, not feelings.

Bill was found near
the Kennard sites.

More likely to be
Trent, or Caleb.

- Or Darren could've
been on site.

He's part of Deep
South Holdings.

Bill and Darren
have a connection.

I know he's involved.

- What exactly are
we looking for?

- Anything that connects Darren

to either Piripi
Williams, or Bill Foxton.

Excuse me.

Can you open this?

- Can't, sorry.

- Hey.

What's that?

- Doesn't mean it was Darren.

I bet lots of people
use this space.

It's Gibbston's
handwriting, blackmail?

- Please Ariki, Darren is not
someone to fuck around with.

- Yeah, and neither am I.

Ah, Jesus.

Has he been getting to you?

What the fuck, Tilly?

I'm not turning a blind eye

just because one of
your mates is involved.

You're just as bad as Stephen.

Buckle up.