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(OMINOUS MUSIC)

- What do they want ― the ghosts? - I don't know.

I'm done with that shit.

I'm done with the bridge, the vision, the ghosts.

Terrible things happen when you reject your calling.

- There are worse things than death. - Like what?

Like being forgotten.

The bridge is using you to pull me back in.

Your being matakite, it's― you know, it's part of life.

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

Well, maybe that should change.

I need to be kept out of it.

(SCREAMS)

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

You're up against some of the big boys, bullies. Don't let them push you around.

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

He's not someone to be messed with.

I need a tame cop.

- Who are you? - I'm Father fuckin' Christmas.

Play by the rules.

NOEL: The normal rules simply don't apply.

'You manufactured explicit photographs of my future wife.'

Caleb won't be an issue moving forward.

What exactly are we looking for?

Anything that connects Darren to either Piripi Williams or Bill Foxton.

Doesn't mean it was Darren.

(MELANCHOLY ORCHESTRAL THEME MUSIC)

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(UNEASY MUSIC)

(DISTANT SIREN WAILS)

(SIREN SWELLS)

(SIREN CONTINUES)

(SIREN STOPS)

Bit OTT ― the lights, the sirens.

(CELL PHONE RINGS)

I assume you're here about your little search party at the club.

We found envelopes in Piripi's ute with your handwriting

that match the ones with the cash from the club.

Everything points to blackmail.

Does it?

- Oh, the evidence is loud and clear. (CELL PHONE RINGS)

- Excuse me. I've gotta go make a call.

You are absolutely right.

I was paying Piripi.

He was doing some cash jobs for me.

Moonlighting. Standard practice in this town.

I'd understand if the tax department wanted to give me a slap on the wrist,

but it's hardly worth locking me up for.

Yeah, well, it's not just Piripi.

Yeah. It's Bill too.

(SCOFFS)

That's a bit of a stretch, mate.

You'll have problems trying to make that stick.

Slow down, baby. Slow down.

I got called in to Julie's office.

She said that there was fundraising money missing.

Well, that― that's ridiculous.

- $5000. I have to go before the board.

SHAKILY: I don't understand. It's...

I should call Darren. He's the treasurer. He'll back me up.

(SIGHS)

Let me handle Darren.

I could lose my job.

It'll be all right.

You didn't steal the money, so it'll― it'll all be OK.

Tilly.

I've gotta go, babe. I'll sort it.

Detective!

Something for your troubles.

Get them choppered in once a week from the Sounds.

They're alive.

Yeah, transport them in seawater. Keeps them nice and fresh.

Oh, come on.

You lot like seafood, don't ya?

Stephen's favourite.

Can't accept gifts.

Hey, we'll be in touch.

(WATER SPLASHES) - You keep Renee out of it.

After the investigation's gone away.

Making myself clear?

(PASSING ENGINE WHIRRS)

- TILLY: Lots of tradies moonlight. Makes the most sense.

We're missing the why. (SCOFFS)

- They fought. He owed him money. He―he didn't belong.

He― he fucked his daughter. I don't know. A million reasons.

Are you talking about Bill or Piripi?

Cos it sounds like you're clutching at straws.

Why are you so determined that it's not Darren?

He's Father Christmas.

Yeah. Father Christmas has a saltwater connection.

(MELANCHOLY MUSIC)

(HAWK CRIES)

(BRUSHES CLINK, WATER SPLASHES)

(GASPS)

WHISPERS: Ow...

(GHOSTLY SIGHING)

(UNEASY MUSIC SWELLS, FADES)

NOEL: Very exciting.

FRANKIE: This screams 'I'm getting married for money'.

- Yeah, but I like it. I like the square.

- This marriage is a gateway, Caleb. He's protecting the family business.

- That's the problem. It's not a family business.

(MELANCHOLY MUSIC SWELLS)

Hey, I'll be right there. Tell the boss we got a break in the case.

You were right.

About the bridge.

To stay away.

I wanted to give this back. Before I leave tomorrow.

Oh.

The bridge can't be all bad.

It gave me a friend

and a family.

Hey, take care, Ava.

It's, um...

It's not often I get to meet someone as open as you.

(BITTERSWEET MUSIC SWELLS)

I see you, Ariki.

- TILLY: Piripi was moonlighting. - Who for? - Uh...

Darren Gibbston.

You missed your medical.

There's a saltwater link.

I need a moment with the boss.

There's not enough evidence.

OK, so... I've been seeing things, and I've been

hearing things, and I know Darren's involved.

I don't know how, but the dots are all there.

It's just working out how to connect them all.

And Darren has a direct link between both Bill Foxton and Piripi Williams.

Tino pai.

(EXHALES) There has been some resistance from...

Tilly?

Is there a conflict?

I don't know how close they are, but there's definitely been pushback.

I'll talk to her.

But, um... you're happy for me to continue down this path?

Yeah. Andthenyour medical.

OK.

You seen Gardiner? - Nah.

(UNEASY MUSIC)

(SHREDDER WHIRRS)

Tilly―

What the fuck are you doing?

Darren's been fucking with Renee.

Me.

He broke into our house. He left a pig's head on our bench.

This isn't the answer.

(CRIES SOFTLY)

(SNIFFLES) I'm sorry.

I don't know― I don't know what to do.

(SOBS)

(CRICKETS CHIRP)

Thank you.

For not telling Pounamu.

Yet.

Does Darren have something on you?

He's been grooming me.

(SNIFFS)

(CHUCKLES WRYLY) This whole fucking time.

I'm so stupid.

How can I look in the mirror when I hate who's staring back?

I don't like who I've become.

I get that.

I know what shame feels like.

This is my home.

But you were right.

Stephen was right.

This town isn't what I thought it was.

(CELL PHONE RINGS)

I can stay.

Tilly.

I'll keep watch out here.

- Thank you. - It's all right.

(MELANCHOLY MUSIC SWELLS)

(PENSIVE GUITAR MUSIC)

(BIRDS TWITTER)

(EERIE MUSICAL STING)

(GASPS)

(EXHALES HEAVILY)

(FOOTSTEPS APPROACH)

- Morning. - Morning.

Have you...

decided to tell Pounamu that I tried to destroy evidence?

I can't.

Even if I wanted to.

One more fuckup and CIB's closing down.

Moving south.

What?

Head office seems to think that this is Cowboy Central and...

can't really blame them.

Whatever happens, right now I can't have you or Renee at risk.

Have we got enough to arrest him for breaking and entering?

It's all circumstantial.

He left a pig's head on your bench, Tilly.

There'll be no proof. Darren would have got someone else to do it.

He's good at keeping his hands clean.

I'm not letting this get in the way of the case.

We are getting close.

If there is a hint of any more intimidation,

I am pulling rank and arresting that fucker.

Is she in his pocket?

No.

Don't leave her alone with him.

(CELL PHONE BUZZES)

Maaka.

Yep. On my way.

Stephen wanted me to give these to you.

(SOMBRE MUSIC)

He's not coming back.

I thought the only way Stephen Tremaine would leave Queenstown was in a box.

Is Gibbston really as bad as he seems?

Why do you think we're meeting way out here?

Why would Stephen get into bed with that fucking guy?

He found out Joe was Stephen's son.

Secrets,

shame ―

all ammunition for guys like Darren.

Stephen thought he was doing the right thing.

But think of all the lives that would be different

if he'd had the courage to stand in his truth.

(WAVES LAP GENTLY)

(INHALES SHARPLY)

(SIGHS)

(CAR STARTS)

(POIGNANT MUSIC)

Ariki William Davis.

Youngest child

of William John Davis.

Born in Manurewa, South Auckland, New Zealand.

Son of Rarotonga,

Cook Islands.

I claim my ghosts.

I acknowledge

and honour

my second sight,

my taonga tupapaku,

and the bloodlines it descends from.

(BITTERSWEET MUSIC)

Te Atua e.

E aro'a mai ia matou.

Tamariki ara nei.

Kia ora matou ia koe.

Amene.

I own my difference.

- Must be from Darren's yard. Scaffolding, maybe.

Maybe we get it strength-tested.

Maybe it violates some building codes.

Accounts from Vinyl.

I dunno. Maybe he was using the bar to launder money.

There's plenty of cash lying about.

I'll send them through to the Financial Crime Unit. It's, uh,

something, but I don't fancy our chances.

Slippery little fuck. I'm sick of people getting away with shit.

Yeah, we haven't got enough on him.

There is more than one way to make people pay.

- You know this place best. As long as it's not illegal.

How did you get on?

Easy sell.

Story sold itself.

Summarised all the alibis. Put them into a timeline of the night that Piripi died.

Noel Kennard?

He's in business with Darren Gibbston whether he knows it or not.

(UNEASY MUSIC)

Saw it the other day when I was out running.

Didn't make sense at the time.

(GRUNTS)

It's a weather balloon.

There was one of these around One Lane Bridge the night we found Piripi.

What is it?

I think it's a satellite.

READS: 'Weather balloons are used to test the reception of satellites

'while they are still in the stratosphere.'

Hm.

(INTERCOM BEEPS)

Maybe they're spying.

Harvesting people's data and selling it to the highest bidder.

They had enough sway to have the warrant denied,

so there must be important players involved.

NOEL OVER INTERCOM: DS Davis.

- Hey, we found something of yours. Thought you might want it back.

(UNEASY MUSIC)

- Thank you. We're still in the testing phase.

Clearly, this delivery system needs more work.

We'd also like to ask you a few questions with

your connection to Piripi Williams' death.

Look, I-I'm in the middle of business. Um...

later this afternoon, tomorrow morning?

Oh, and, um...

your partnership with Darren Gibbston.

(CHUCKLES)

You do know you're in bed with him, right?

Yeah.

Yeah, there's paperwork to prove he's the silent partner of Deep South Holdings.

Caleb knew about it.

You should probably come in.

You're just in time.

I need a witness.

(TENSE MUSIC)

I believe you two know each other.

Uh, congratulations.

It's not that kind of wedding.

OK. We'll be as quick as we can.

(OMINOUS MUSIC)

I'll need to see proof of Gibbston's involvement.

Uh, yeah. Absolutely.

I'll, um, have Gardiner fill you in on the details.

Hey, it's Davis.

Hey, can you email me a copy of the council

paperwork for Deep South Holdings and Construction?

Right. Thanks.

(EERIE STING)

Help!

(WATER BUBBLES)

(GASPS, PANTS)

(SNATCHES BREATH)

(WATER BUBBLES FURIOUSLY)

(GURGLING, DESPERATE CRIES)

(MUFFLED SHOUTING)

(EERIE MUSIC)

(OMINOUS, DISCORDANT MUSIC)

(THUDS)

(BREATHES RAGGEDLY)

- Are you OK? - Yeah, yeah.

Yeah, and if you wanted to swim, you could have just asked.

Get him a towel.

We're also going to need the security footage from the night that Piripi died.

- You're going to need a warrant. - No, no, we have nothing to hide.

Come on.

TILLY: What the fuck is going on?

The pool. It's saltwater. And Trent and Lola are involved ―I know it.

How the hell do you know that?

It's complicated, and, uh...

it's feelings. Not facts.

I see things.

Visions.

Like...

what? Ghosts?

Mm.

The past,

present, premonitions.

SOFTLY: Jesus.

(CHUCKLES)

Why didn't you tell me?

I've wasted so much time

running away from who I am.

I'm not wasting that now.

Piripi Williams was drowned at Sky Palace.

We're getting the water tested.

Your movements put you at Sky Palace and One

Lane Bridge the night that he was murdered.

You moved his body.

You staged it as an accident, and you dumped him in the river.

Makes sense, considering how many people die out there.

Call your lawyers.

(INDISTINCT CONVERSATION)

Did she confess?

Lola's sticking to her story.

I know they're involved.

How do you think Darren fits into this?

I think it's just a big tangled mess.

Security footage just came in from Kennards'.

- What the fuck? They were fighting. No one mentioned that.

Tilly?

First I've heard of it.

(DRAMATIC ORCHESTRAL MUSIC BUILDS)

That's a positive ID.

- Are you happy for me to make the arrest? - Yep. Foot on the gas.

We still need Bill Foxton's killer. - Yeah.

(TENSE MUSIC)

Shit just got real, Jarvis.

(DOOR CREAKS)

You'll enter a plea, and they'll set a court date.

I didn't kill him.

- Plead guilty. It'd be an easier ride.

How'd you get caught up in all this mess?

Were you involved in the death of William Foxton?

No.

Darren Gibbston do that?

Seems like the heavy-handed tactic he'd go for.

I'm not a nark.

Are you involved in the death of William Foxton?

- No! - Are you sure?

Are you sure that you didn't move Bill's

body? Hm? Dump him in the middle of nowhere?

Bit of a practice run, as it turns out.

Did Darren Gibbston pay you?

Did he kill William Foxton?

(LAUGHS WRYLY)

We just did the cleanup.

Darren Gibbston, you're under arrest for the homicide of William Foxton.

You have the right to make a statement.

You have the right to consult a lawyer in

private and without delay. (HANDCUFFS CLICK)

Nothing's going to stick.

(GRUNTS)

(SIGHS)

Got an advanced copy.

That's you, right?

Father fucking Christmas.

NOEL: You went into business with Darren Gibbston.

He controls the supply line in this town― - Against my express permission.

I shouldn't need your permission to do my job.

The guy is a fucking pudding.

Your ego is getting in the way of you making smart business decisions.

He's as shady as his products, and if you can't see that, you're a fucking moron.

(LAPTOP SLAMS SHUT)

I'm done.

You are not done.

There's no room for me. OK? There's no room for me here!

Dad, it's all about you! You don't fucking see me.

You never have, and you never will!

You suck up all the oxygen.

We're family.

Family is never done.

You're a terrible fucking father.

I'll get your satellites off the ground, and then I'm fucking out of here.

Piece of shit.

(POIGNANT MUSIC)

(HAWK CRIES)

Hi.

Yeah, I'm calling about the temp job that you have going.

Uh...

Uh, y-yeah, I can be there in a couple of days.

(OMINOUS MUSIC SWELLS)

- LOLA: We didn't do it! (THUD)

We didn't do it! Please― Fuck! We didn't do it!

(DOOR CREAKS)

(DOOR SLAMS)

Look, it was an accident. He slipped and he fell.

That's not what the evidence says.

He was drunk and he fell in the pool. We just moved his body.

I called you. I called you on a burner.

I couldn't― I couldn't handle the thought of him being in the water all night.

- You had every opportunity. - No― Caleb was freaking out.

He kept saying that if anyone found out, his dad, it would ruin everything.

We had no choice.

Please.

Please, no―

Please.

(TENSE MUSIC)

(TENSE MUSIC SWELLS)

Um...

open cell four.

It's fake.

It's Trent drowning him in the footage,

but look ― in the reflection in the glass.

(DOOR OPENS)

Yeah. That fucker's done it again.

Why are you protecting Caleb Kennard?

He killed Piripi and he framed you for it.

(LAUGHS WRYLY)

He has all the power.

(TENSE MUSIC BUILDS)

(HANDCUFFS CLICK)

You have the right to make a statement,

the right to consult a lawyer in private and without delay.

HARPER: This is a mistake.

Caleb, do not say anything.

The security files are falsified.

You got a track record for doctoring images.

You were fighting with Piripi Williams about fast-tracking the build,

and Piripi didn't wanna do it, so you pushed him in.

You drowned him.

You threw everything away

over a nobody, an absolute nobody.

Oi.

Piripi Williams is not a nobody.

(POIGNANT MUSIC)

He was someone's son.

He was someone's father.

He had people that loved him.

A family.

(EERIE STING)

TILLY: Ariki.

We're gonna need that original security footage.

You'll need a warrant. And I will call the consulate ― there will be loopholes,

and these amateurs will have fucked up

somewhere along the line. We will get him off.

This investigation was done by the book.

- Let them have it. - You need a warrant.

This'll be a lot easier if you just hand it over.

I want this circus done with.

I am not giving up on your son.

- Give 'em what they want. Give them―

Just give 'em anything they want.

He's going down.

Shit.

(TENSE MUSIC)

(METALLIC SHRIEK, CLATTERING)

Phone! Phone!

Fuck off!

(TENSE MUSIC)

Yeah. I need the chopper at the construction site now!

CALEB ECHOES: What the fuck do you mean, the

supplies are substandard? I paid top dollar for this.

I'm not building an empire on faulty goods.

Replace― Replace them all.

- BILL: It's cheap, it's half-arsed. How do you think it'd get here so quick?

Fix this, Gibbston. Fix it now. I'm not having my project compromised.

Useless.

BILL: Ah, fuck off. Fuck off.

GIBBSTON ECHOES: 'You have no fucking idea.'

(APPROACHING PROPELLERS WHIRR)

(TENSE STING)

- You've ruined everything. - Fuck off, old man.

Everything!

(GRUNTS)

(THUD!)

(PROPELLERS WHIRR)

(GRUNTS)

(PROPELLERS WHIRR)

(TENSE MUSIC)

(GRUNTS)

You're not going anywhere.

(SIREN WAILS)

(SIREN STOPS)

Noel Kennard just released the original security tapes.

Nice work, team.

Darren Gibbston killed William Foxton.

Pushed him.

The safety railing failed. He knowingly supplied substandard product.

We'll get him.

One way or another.

Head office will be pleased.

Makes the future of this department a little more secure.

Thanks...

Pounamu.

We got another body, uh...

at One Lane Bridge.

An Ava Cannington.

You sure?

- We've got a positive ID. Heading out there now.

She's a friend.

It's a conflict.

(MELANCHOLY MUSIC)

WHISPERS: It was just an accident.

It was just an accident. It was just an accident.

(CELL PHONE BUZZES)

TILLY OVER PHONE: Ariki?

Hey, what happened?

Hit-and-run.

She died instantly. She wouldn't have been in any pain.

SOFTLY: Jesus.

(INHALES, EXHALES)

Did you find anything in her hand?

So weird. There...

there was a tooth.

(POIGNANT MUSIC)

You took Ava

to punish me for turning my back!

I'm here! This is what you wanted!

No more. You got me.

And I'm writing a new story.

Evelyn McDonald, Walter Schmitt ―

loved in secret

and died in shame.

Together for eternity.

(GHOSTLY SIGH)

(PADLOCKS JINGLE)

(BITTERSWEET MUSIC)

Juliet Simpson ― loved the outdoors.

(GHOSTLY SIGH)

(PADLOCKS JINGLE)

Lily Bennett, David Bennett,

Taylor McKenzie, Justine Brown ―

class of 2015.

(GHOSTLY SIGH)

Andrew 'Grub' Ryder ―

beloved father, a man of the South.

(GHOSTLY SIGH)

Joe Turner ―

my best mate.

I'm sorry that I changed everything when I saved Stephen.

I just didn't know what to do.

(GHOSTLY SIGH)

(EXHALES)

Ava.

(WEEPS)

Ava...

I won't forget you.

(GHOSTLY SIGH)

(BREATHES RAGGEDLY)

(RUMBLING, PADLOCKS JINGLE)

(HAWK CRIES)

(HAWK CRIES)

(SIGHS)

(MELANCHOLY THEME MUSIC)

(MUSIC SWELLS OMINOUSLY)

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