All language subtitles for One Lane Bridge S03E04

(EERIE MUSIC)

- William Foxton.
He'd been missing for a month.

Are their deaths linked?

- Bill? I loved that kid.
He's really turned his life around.

- The dead are the dead.
Just leave them be.

I think she needs
to be remembered.

That bridge is trouble.

Why was Piripi Williams' 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. Needs a holiday.

- It's Caleb Kennard.
- Seriously?!

He's part of the investigation.

- But everything is negotiable.
- No, it's not.

- Aargh.
(GLASS SMASHES)

Caleb Kennard, you are under arrest for
the murder of Piripi Williams! (GRUNTS)

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.

(SIGHS)

(EERIE MUSIC)

(ELEVATOR WHIRRS)

Boss.

(ELEVATOR CHIMES)
- Of all the people.

Caleb Kennard is a fuckin' dog.

He's been impersonating
a friend of mine online,

doctoring intimate images
of her. It's fuckin'wrong.

- Of your girlfriend?
- Well, it's casual. Well, 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.

And I can make this right.

Head office are
looking at shutting this

department down ― staff
CIB out of Invercargill.

I can not afford more black marks.

- I'll make it right.
- Might be too late for that.

(SIGHS)
(DOOR LOCK CLICKS)

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.

OK.

My dad is friends
with the Commissioner.

You guys are both done.

You're fucking done ― out of here.

- Good luck with that.
(DOOR OPENS)

You've got a job to do.

Until I inform you otherwise.

(SINISTER MUSIC)

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.

(MACHINERY WHIRRS)

(CLICK!)
(MACHINERY STOPS)

- Heya.
- Hey.

This about last night? Caleb?

And Piripi's ute.

Found it on site yesterday.

Well, you were with Caleb last night,
socialising.

And the night of Piripi's death.

Look.

We went to his house, OK,

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 meet 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
at your building site.

How many people have access
to it ― the building site?

- (SIGHS) Shucks.
Maybe 20 people, give or take.

Give or take.

It'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 is responsible
for the admin?

Piripi?
- (SIGHS)

HISSES: This is...

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?
- Mm-hm.

OK.

(TENSE MUSIC SIMMERS)

(TENSE MUSIC BUILDS)

(SIGHS)

(SIGHS)

(BIRD SQUAWKS)

(WIND WHOOSHES)

(PHONE RINGS, VIBRATES)

Hey.

How you feeling?

Yeah, I'm OK. I'm tired.

Everything OK at work?
Your boss seemed pretty mad.

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.

I'm really sorry
if I've made things worse.

All good.

I gotta go.

So, it must've been someone
who had access to the

site that hid 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
and nothing to do with money.

Maybe it was pride. Then dumped him
back at One Lane Bridge.

Hm.

(SMACKS LIPS)
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.

(PAPER PATTERS SOFTLY)

- I need to be kicked out of it.
That's the deal.

I'm not a miracle worker.

(SNIFFS)

I get it.

I know you're under
a lot of pressure.

Let's just trying and find a way, make
it nice and simple for both of us, eh?

Thank you.

(SNIFFS)

(LOUD THUMP THROUGH WALL, MAN YELLS)

(MAN GRUNTS)

(PANTS)

- Oi. What happened?
- (GRUNTS)
- Oi. Show me.

- God.
- HURRIEDLY: I just got it caught in a vice. It was an accident.

Just get in the ute. (GRUNTS)

Lola, quick.

(TENSE MUSIC)

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

(GRUNTS, GRIZZLES)
(FOOT STOMPS)

- OK.
- Shit!
- OK. OK. OK.

- (EXHALES SHARPLY)
- Come here.

(WHIMPERS) Oh.

- Oh, shit. Quick, quick, quick, quick.
- Yup.

Oh. (GRUNTS)

- SHAKILY: What's going on?
- (INHALES SHARPLY)

(SIGHS)

I don't think I can do this
any more, Lola.

(SIGHS)

(SIGHS)

(TENSE MUSIC)

(WATER SPLASHES)

Look at my fucking hands.

The 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.

(SIGHS) It was just a bit of fun.

Who for?

(SIGHS, CLEARS THROAT)

How did you do it?

I found a programme.

Kind of like deep fake, but better.

A lot better.

I can change stills, moving images.

Ugh, 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 apologise
to Frankie.

(SCOFFS)

How come there's two different sets
of rules in this house?

(FOOTSTEPS PATTER)

- Oh.
- 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.

(SIGHS) 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, um...

What questions is she gonna ask?

How your mental health is.

Stress. Potential PTSD flags.

Any history we should know about?

(SUCKS TEETH)

SOFTLY: Um...

(TENSE MUSIC)

Well, there's, um...

There's something you should know.

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

(TENSE MUSIC BUILDS)

Maybe I should just quit.

Doesn't change anything, Ariki.

Your being matakite,
it's part of life.

We work for
a government organisation.

Mumbo jumbo bullshit just puts us
both in a difficult position,

and they're just gonna slap me
with some kind of label.

You're not using it as an excuse
for making poor choices?

(SIGHS)

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.

(GLOOMY MUSIC)

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

Well, maybe that should change.

Interview room two.

(GLOOMY MUSIC SWELLS)

Hey.

(EERIE AMBIENT MUSIC)

Double revenue on public
and school holidays.

Great. Yeah, talk soon.

Drinks first or straight
on to the course?

Business then pleasure.

I thought I made myself clear.

I apologise.

It was bad form.

Bad taste.

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

(SIGHS)

Aren't you gonna say anything?

What you did
was humiliating and hurtful.

OK.

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.

(SIGHS)

You're a smart woman, Frankie.

I know you have a business degree
with honours, 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.

(OMINOUS MUSIC)

(ENGINE STOPS)

(CHILLING MUSIC)

- So, are they sending you to the loony bin?
- (SIGHS)

Look. We're both under
a lot of pressure, OK,

so let's just try and minimise the
friendly fire and just get on with it. OK?

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 sight copies of your health and
safety records for the last three months

as part of our
ongoing investigation.

Of course.
- For all 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.

- Uh, where do I start?
- (CHUCKLES)

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.
(CHUCKLES)

See what you think of this
for the fundraising dinner.

Tickets are going through the roof.

Ariki seems like he's struggling.

(SCOFFS) 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. (CHUCKLES)
- 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?
- (SIGHS)

- I'm seriously, Tilly.
What's the go?

Just, uh, general inquiries.

These fuckin' townies
have no idea how things run here.

(TENSE MUSIC)

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

You broke him, Tilly.

Make Stephen will back into
that place was unforgivable.

After all he's done for you.

We look after our own.

Good girl.

(TENSE MUSIC)

What did Darren want?

- Talk about Renee's fundraiser.
- Hm.

- Why aren't you at work today?
- It's a half day. Thank you.

This will get the creative juices
flowing.

What you gonna paint?

A mural out at the bridge.

(ZIPPER WHIZZES)

(ZIPPER WHIZZES)

(WATER SPLASHES GENTLY)

You OK?

- God, I'm such a mess. (SOBS)
Everything's such a mess.

- Hey.
- (SNIFFLES)

What's going on?

Oh. (CHUCKLES, SNIFFLES)

You know, uh...

Trent got his finger broken
with a hammer.

That is not OK.

Lola...

It's not OK.

(TENSE MUSIC)

(TENSE MUSIC BUILDS)

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.

(WHIRRING ENGINE APPROACHES)

I think that's him.

Yeah, I'll see you upstairs.

I can't do this.

Sorry.
- Lola...

(ENGINE TURNS OVER)

You here to see me?

False alarm.

Ava...

Lola 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.

(GLOOMY MUSIC)

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

It's not the bridge.

It's Evelyn.

Family's important to me.
It's connection.

Hey...

It wasn't the drugs, was it,
that caused the visions?

Uh... We'll go upstairs.

You should talk direct to Lola.

Help me out here.

I'd really appreciate it.

She mentioned a Darren Gibbston a couple
of times and 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
team job at the council?

(LAPTOP KEYS CLACK) - What's
the address of the development site?

Uh, Peak Road.

Who's listed as the directors?

Piripi Williams and Trent Jarvis.

What about Darren Gibbston?

Mm-mm.

So no connection.

(DOOR OPENS)

(DOOR CLOSES)

Hey, does it say who lodged
the application?

(CHILLING MUSIC)

Why do you have an eel tattoo?

It's a kundalini snake.

Rebirth.

Healing of your old form
as you shed your skin.

Huh.

Eels are pretty cool, though.

I've seen a few out at the bridge.

This what you're looking for?

(WHIRRING ENGINE APPROACHES)

(SIGHS)

(ENGINE STOPS)

(UTE DOOR CLOSES)
(INDISTINCT CONVERSATION)

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. Caleb.

You're a silent, partner.

The company was formed a year ago.

- (CLEARS THROAT SOFTLY)
It 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―
- Mm.
- ...called me a gossip to my face.

AMERICAN ACCENT:
'Can't keep your mouth shut.'

Well, fuck that shit.

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

Does Noel Kennard know he's
in business with you? (SCOFFS)

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 fuckin' roots.

Does Noel Kennard know?

He has no fuckin' idea.

OK. Who are our main players?

Darren Gibbston.

(SIGHS)

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.

(SIGHS)

So, the health and safety report you
sent through from Darren Gibbston...

- Mm.
- 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.

- No, they look good.
Not too clean, not too dirty.

The kind of incidents you'd expect.
- Mm.

I mean, Gibbston's not gonna topple
his empire with shoddy paperwork.

Well, this one
is of special interest.

READS: 'Deep South Holdings.'

They got the Kennard contract,
haven't they?

Yeah, I thought that was
supposed to be commercially sensitive.

It's Queenstown.

(CHUCKLES)

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.

Yup.

(EERIE MUSIC)

- Hey, hey, hey, hey.
- (WEEPS)
- 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.

(SNIFFLES) And now Pounamu
wants a record of every move Ariki makes.

Jesus.

What happened to
performance reviews? (CHUCKLES)

(SIGHS)

I don't think I can do this.

What if I mess up?

We can't afford the mortgage
on one salary. (SNIFFLES)

- You've only just started.
- (SIGHS)

(WEEPS)

Well, well, well.

Nice.

This will take the edge off.

(SNIFFLES) I should work. (SIGHS)

- It can wait.
- (SIGHS)
- It can all wait. Come on.

That's all.

(TENSE MUSIC)

(BIRDSONG)

(PANTS)

(AMBIENT MUSIC)

(KEYS JINGLE)

(AMBIENT MUSIC STOPS)

(DOOR CLOSES)
(SIGHS)

(INHALES DEEPLY)

(SIGHS)

(CHILLING MUSIC)

ECHOES: You have no fucking idea.

It's Darren Gibbston.

(UNEASY MUSIC)

(SOIL PATTERS)

(UNEASY MUSIC SWELLS)

(PANTS)

Maybe he was killed
at the Kennard site,

and maybe Piripi was involved and that
could be how the two of them are connected.

OK. (SIGHS)

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.

(TENSE MUSIC)

Tilly, what's your read
on Darren Gibbston?

Tilly?

Tilly, can you hear me?

Um...

He's not someone to be messed with.

(EERIE MUSIC)

(BIRDSONG)

(WHIRRING ENGINE APPROACHES)

(VEHICLE DOOR OPENS)

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.

(GLOOMY MUSIC)

Of course.

(BREATHS JAGGEDLY) 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 were
the perfect fuckin' 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.

(UNEASY MUSIC BUILDS)

(SIGHS)

(PASSING ENGINE WHIRRS)

What the fuck do you want?

I need a tame cop.

Stephen's no use any more.

(FOOTSTEPS RECEDE)

SHAKILY: 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.
(HAMMER THUDS REPEATEDLY)

Not something your new boss is gonna
wanna read about in the paper.

(HAMMER RATTLES LIGHTLY)

How was that vodka?

Pretty tasty, right?

Are you allowed to accept gifts?

(BREATHES JAGGEDLY) Who are you?

I'm Father fuckin' Christmas.

(RUNNING FOOTSTEPS APPROACH)

(GASPS)

(SNIFFLES)

VOICEMAIL: 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.

(UNEASY MUSIC)

Stephen can't help you now.

You're all on your own, sweetheart.

The answer is yes.

To all of it?

Mm-hm.

(ELEGANT MUSIC)

(SIGHS)

(AMBIENT MUSIC)

(ITEM CRACKLES)

(INHALES SHARPLY)

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 Kennards',
so it's 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.

(CHILLING MUSIC)

(PAPER RUSTLES)

What's that?

- Doesn't mean it was Darren.
I bet lots of people use this space.

(TENSE MUSIC)

It's Gibbston's handwriting.

Blackmail?

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

Yeah, and neither am I.

Oh, 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.

(ENGINE REVS)

You're just as bad as Stephen.

(SIREN WAILS)

Buckle up.

(SEATBELT CLICKS)

(WAILING SIREN CONTINUES)

We still need Bill Foxton's
killer.

Are you happy for me
to make the arrest?

Call your lawyers.

You keep her name out of it.

After the investigation's
gone away.

Family is never done.

You don't fucking see me.

You never have, and you never will.

- What the fuck are you doing?
- I don't know what to do. (SOBS)

This isn't the answer.