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-The victim is Joe Turner.

I'm working this case.

And I'm gonna find the perps, and I'm gonna put them away.

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-Rosa -- was she with you the night Joe died?

-Yeah, she crashed out early.

-I know you went to Rob's.

-It's all a black hole.

What if it was the last time I saw him,

and I don't remember?

-All you got was a slap on the wrist.

I'm the one who's paying the price!

-I think Rose is gonna be involved

in some kind of accident.

-[Scream echoes]

-Is she okay?

-I'll make the petition go away.

-[Laughs] -No, don't do it again!

-Oh, sh...! -[Screams]

-[Panting]

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[Knocking on window]

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-[Sighs]

-You won't have to cook for weeks.

Thanks for looking after Rosa.

-Well, she's an easy patient.

-I talked to Tilly yesterday.

She said Joe was driving when those kids died.

He never mentioned it.

-Can't we just leave it in the past?

-Is it true?

-[Sighs]

He was never the same.

The town was never the same.

-Is Rosa awake?

[Dishwasher chimes, dishes rattle]

[Mugs clattering]

-Still asleep.

This was by her bed.

From the hospital.

Her blood test.

I just wanted to make sure she was okay.

Isn't that a date-rape drug?

[Birds chirping]

-Did the doctors talk to you? -'Bout what?

-They found traces of ketamine in your blood.

Ket. Special K.

Vets use it to tranquilize horses.

-I know what it is.

-Rosa.

Did something happen the night that Joe died?

With Rob?

Okay, this is serious. Alright?

We need to talk. -The hero returns.

-[Chuckles softly]

Hey. -Hey.

I did tell you no playing in traffic.

-Mm.

Clean bill of health.

-Oh. Seriously?

-No screen time for the next few days, no driving, no booze.

[Cellphone rings]

-Hey. -Dad's missing.

-What happened?

-I came back from the school run,

went in to give him breakfast, and he was gone.

-Has he stopped taking his meds again?

-I've been keeping an eye on him,

but I think he spits them out when I'm not looking.

[Cellphone rings] -[Sighs] Oh, f--

Sorry, sis, I-I gotta go.

But just keep me in the loop.

Hey, Stephen.

Rob spikes her drink, and Rosa passes out,

and he does the dirty.

And Joe comes around for a post-dinner chat,

and he catches them during or after the act,

and they fight, things get out of hand,

and Rob smacks him over the head.

-But why drag the body all the way to the bridge?

Why not just weigh it down and chuck it in the lake?

-Make it look like a suicide.

-He had a big gash on his head.

-It's worth pursuing.

What's the number-one rule? Keep an open mind.

-[Sighs] I'm open to all theories.

I just don't think this is one of them.

-Why are you letting this slide?

Rob has a history of violence.

He beat up Dermot.

-Rumor. Door.

-He took a potshot at him. Okay?

I was right there, and you didn't even give him

a slap on the wrist.

-Dermot did the job for him.

Rob was grieving his brother.

Look [sighs] one day you realize

that sometimes it does no good to punish people.

They can do all that on their own.

Enough lives have been ruined.

Why ruin one more?

-Rosa might've been raped.

Joe is dead.

They deserve better.

-[Sighs] Oh, come on, then.

[Vehicle doors close in distance]

-[Sighs]

[Paper rustles]

Yup?

-Did you rape Rosa, Rob?

-What?

No.

-There was no...

sexual relations the night that Joe died?

-Nothing happened, I swear.

-A date-rape drug was found in Rosa's bloodwork.

-[Sighs heavily]

She was the one with the ket.

She had a bump too many,

ended up passed out on the couch.

Don't see the appeal, myself.

-And Joe made no appearance over the course of the evening?

-Is she saying I did something?

-Look, we're just trying to put together a picture.

We'll verify your statement and get back to you.

-You must have a really low opinion of me

if you think I need to drug women to get them into bed.

-Nah.

That's what booze is for.

-Oh. The, uh, specialist has confirmed

our appointment this afternoon.

-Thank you.

Are we gonna lobby Judge Wood while we're in Dunedin?

-Oh, there's no rush. Alright?

Look, you and the baby -- that's what's important.

-[Sighs] It could be months before our appeal comes up.

We have to move fast. -[Sighs] Alright.

I'll see if he's free for dinner.

-Emma just lives down the road.

I'm sure she wouldn't mind feeding Elvis.

-She works for Lois! -She's the office junior.

-Ariki.

Your colleague from Manukau just rang.

Something about picking up your father,

taking him to your sister's.

I gave him your number.

[Cellphone ringing]

[Ringing stops]

Is everything okay with your dad?

-Yeah. He's...not very well.

[Car door opens]

-The Special K was mine.

-He didn't spike your drink?

But that doesn't mean he didn't take advantage of you.

He claims nothing happened.

-Then why the fuck are we having this conversation?

-We're just trying to work out who killed Joe and why.

-[Sighs]

Do we have to do this now?

-Sorry.

It's all a bit personal.

I'll ask you a couple of questions.

Then we'll take you for a medical.

-Hey. Um, what's, uh...

what's happening with Rosa?

Why didn't you arrest Charlotte for the hit and run?

-Not my call.

Get your hands off me.

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-I'm sorry you have s.

Can you help me tie this?

[P.A. system beeps]

[Indistinct announcement over P.A. system]

-Will I get in trouble?

For the Special K?

-No.

Kind of thought you'd be an uppers kind of girl.

[Both chuckle]

-Sometimes I like to dance with my devils.

Most of the time, I just need to drown 'em out.

-Here.

-You're all clear.

-Rob.

-What the hell you doing?

[Chain clatters]

[Anchor thunks]

-You're in the clear.

Rosa's test came back.

Maybe don't sniff around other people's girlfriends.

-No, it's not like that.

I needed her to win this fight.

That river dries up any more, I'm screwed.

-You okay?

Financially?

[Traffic hums in distance]

-Yeah. Touch and go.

-Don't need to borrow money?

-[Chuckles softly] Nah, I'll muddle through.

Always do.

-You'd come to me, wouldn't you, if you killed him?

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'Cause, you know, I'd look after you.

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-Yeah, 'course.

[Pats shoulder]

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-Now a bad time? -Uh...hmm. No.

-[Sighs]

[Chair creaks]

Uh, you were one of the last people to see Joe alive.

-Uh, talk...to him.

Yeah.

-Any idea who he might've met after he left the restaurant?

Our obvious connections have drawn a blank.

-I know he was pretty fired up on the phone.

Maybe he was meeting Charlotte or Haggis.

-Wouldn't they have been at the restaurant?

-You'd have to ask them.

Do you want me to come with you?

To the funeral? -No.

No. [Sighs]

It's private.

Close friends only.

Gotta walk the walk, so to speak.

-A-Are we going to talk about last night?

Give my love to Hannah. -Yeah.

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[Inhales deeply]

[Sighs]

[Drawer slides open]

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[Sighs]

[Drawer slides shut]

[Cellphone rings]

-Heard the good news. Back home safe?

-They want to put him in residential care.

-Well, maybe that's the best place for him.

-How would you know? You're never here!

Step up, bro.

He's your dad, too.

[Birds chirping]

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-Eyes open, ears on.

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-Thanks for coming.

[Inhales shakily, sighs]

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For someone who just got hit by a car,

you look pretty good.

-Smoke and mirrors.

Nothing a good concealer and a tramadol won't fix.

What can we do? -Um, can you...

double-check the order of service has arrived?

-Sure.

-Thanks.

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-I... [Breathes shakily]

[Sighs heavily]

[Sobs quietly]

[Chuckles shakily]

-Lois sends her love.

-Thank you.

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-I know that look.

You're plotting.

-Risky move, the McCraes. [Exhales]

Building a subdivision at One Lane Bridge.

[Exhales]

-We'll be the judge of that.

-I'm talking to some people.

You're another option.

[Exhales]

Come in on the ground floor.

Plenty of partnerships.

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Welcome to Misty Ridge.

The owners are very keen.

Got easy access.

No contentious water rights.

-How come you stopped working with Charlotte?

-She didn't get the Ryders' sale in writing.

Deal fell over.

-Rookie mistake.

-[Chuckles wryly]

-What's goin' on, Lois?

You're not a developer.

Why can't you just let it drop?

This sort of carry-on is what got you and Stephen

into trouble in the first place.

-They dragged Stephen and me through the mud.

That smear campaign nearly killed him.

Are you on board or not?

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[Water splashes]

[Dripping echoes]

-[Sighs heavily]

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Aah! [Chair crashes]

[Chair thuds]

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[Indistinct chatter]

[Glasses clink]

-Hey, sorry.

I'm s--

Sorry, I know I'm breaching protocol.

I...

But I just wanted to have one drink for Joe.

-I'll get you one.

-[Inhales sharply]

Hey, how are you?

-Sorry. It's been a day.

-I understand.

-Sorry. -Oh.

Hey.

-One of Joe's mates was at the brew bar down in the marina

the night Joe died.

He said he saw him going to Rob's place, heard yelling.

-You had every opportunity, Rob!

-I knew it would make me look bad.

-It doesmake you look bad!

The lying even worse!

There was a witness who saw Joe outside your place

the night that he was murdered.

They heard fighting!

-He turned up on foot. Okay?

Muttering something about a flat tire.

Got all hot under the collar about the state Rosa was in.

We had words. He left.

-Why didn't you say anything?

-[Sighs] Look, it was a dumb move.

I should've come to you.

-Come on.

-He lied before.

No reason he's not lying now.

-But he's telling the truth about the ketamine

and not sleeping with Rosa.

There are no signs that he had a fight that night,

and if he did kill Joe,

I don't see why he'd go to all the trouble of stringing him up.

Rob's all about the easy option.

-So we're removing Rob from the investigation?

-Yeah. We'll keep him on his toes,

see if we can shake anything out of him.

-[Groans]

-Hey. You okay?

-Oh, I wish people would stop asking me that.

[Sighs]

-Did want me to book a room for DI Preston?

-Uh, yeah. Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Yeah, the red-carpet treatment, eh?

-Thought you'd sorted all that petition stuff.

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-[Sighs]

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[Plastic rustles]

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[Door opens]

-How many nights am I booking the hotel...?

-Get out!

-Well, what do you want me to tell them?

-Well, I dunno. Use your fucking initiative!

-[Exhales sharply]

I guess that depends on how much trouble you're in, boss.

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-[Sighs] Oh, Tilly, I...

-I am not some doormat.

Do better, or I'll have to take it up with Preston.

And I don't know why you're lashing out at me.

I am the only one on your side.

[Alarm warning note sounds]

[Keypad beeps, alarm stops]

-Elvis!

[Rustling, clattering]

Here, kitty!

Kit-kit-kitty!

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[Camera shutter clicks]

[Camera shutter clicks]

[Papers rustling]

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[Camera shutter clicks]

[Indistinct conversations, dance music playing]

-[Chuckles softly]

-In a weird parallel universe...

-Mm-hmm?

-...I would just be finishing up my kayaking leg,

Joe would be force-feeding me gels...

-[Chuckles] Yeah, he would. -...and a sports drink.

-Just, uh, getting more supplies.

Oh. Oh! Where you going?

Pub? Club?

I'm up for anything, brother.

Is that us?

-Why do you wanna hang out with me?

-You're the party guy.

[Chuckles]

-I'll see if Rosa wants to come, too.

-Yes.

[Chuckles]

[Indistinct conversations and music continue]

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-Hey, it's me.

Uh, just checking if you're gonna be home for tea.

Let me know if you have any plans.

[Computer alert chimes]

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-Yes!

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-To you, Joe!

-Whoo-hoo-hoo!

-Hey.

You okay?

-Maybe it wasn't a good idea to drink on my concussion.

-Mm. [Chuckles weakly]

Wanna go sit down? Come on.

-[Sighs]

-[Inhales sharply]

How well did you know Joe?

Scale of 1 to 10.

-6. -Hmm.

[Inhales sharply] Did you know...

he was responsible for the death of four of his mates?

Car crash.

I found that out yesterday.

I thought I would've been an 8, 9, easy.

-How well do we really know anybody?

-[Chuckles shortly]

[Inhales sharply] Pop quiz.

[Clears throat]

Am I, "A," an ex-junkie,

"B," a freak who sees ghosts... -[Laughs]

-..."C," a lapsed vegan... -Oh.

-...or "D," all of the above,

or "E," none of the above?

-[Chuckles] "F," drunk.

[Laughs] -Mm.

[Chuckles]

[Sighs] Ahh.

[Pills rattle]

Uh...

should you be drinking on those?

-[Sighs]

Water from now on. -Mm.

[Sighs]

[Birds chirping]

-[Sighs, coughs]

[Grunts, laughs]

[Shuffling footsteps]

[Sighs]

[Sniffs, rattles handle]

-Sure they're away? -Yeah.

-Hey, aren't you supposed to be staying out of trouble?

-And miss out on all the fun? [Chuckles]

[Alarm wailing]

-[Chuckles]

[Crashes]

[Telephone rings]

-[Shouts] Yeah?

Mark McCrae!

[Wailing continues]

No, s-sorry, I-I triggered it by mistake.

Uh, uh, 4-8-1-5...

1-6-2.

Thank you!

[Wailing continues in distance]

-Relax.

It'll be somebody's cat.

[Wailing stops]

You're off the clock.

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-[Panting]

[Grunts] Ah, sh...!

[Insects chirping]

Oh, you little fuckers.

You fucks still here?!

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[Glass clinks underfoot]

[Breathing shallowly]

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[Debris crunches underfoot]

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[Clatter in distance]

[Clatter echoes]

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-You've reached the phone of DSS Stephen Tremaine.

Please leave a message.

-[Breathes shakily]

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[Insects chirping]

[Liquid sloshing]

[Bottle clinks]

-Boss?

-Hope you like rosé.

Well, everyone likes rosé, don't they?

-You didn't have to.

-[Sighs] I know.

[Clears throat] I mean, you didn't deserve that.

-What's going on with you?

-I was under a lot of pressure.

Few cracks.

Nothing to worry about.

So, what's everyone saying about me in the office?

I'd rather know.

-Dead man walking.

-Well, I hope I can rely on your ongoing loyalty.

-'Course.

Thanks.

It's a lovely gesture.

-Yeah. Sorry again.

[Door opens]

-Hey, asshole. Asshole!

Hey, I'm talkin' to you, you crooked piece of shit!

-Jason!

-[Grunts, groans]

-This town deserves better!

[Dog barking in distance]

Tilly deserves better!

And my kids deserve better!

[Barking continues]

[Door closes]

-Jesus.

[Keys clatter]

Must've been some wake.

-[Sighs heavily]

[Sighs]

-Come here.

[Ice crunches]

-Mm.

-Alright? -Mm.

[Both sigh]

-Oi!

Why'd you do it tonight?

[Breathing heavily]

During Joe's wake, on my watch?

-I don't, um, know where you think we were.

-Think I'm fuckin' stupid?

-He broke into their house.

-Wh-Who-Whose house?

-Oi. I'm not Stephen.

I'm not turning a blind eye for my mates.

-Stop imagining things, bro.

[Can clatters]

Fuckin'... [Both grunt]

-Come on! -Stop!

-Fuck this shit.

-[Pants] -They have nothing on us...

-Ah, you had to bring the fuckin' pig, didn't you?

-This is Detective Ariki Davis.

I'd like to report...

[Battery alert dings]

Ah, sh... Phone.

-I left it at home. -Don't you leave the scene!

Phone. -I left it at home.

[Engine starts, revs] -Don't you leave the scene!

Get in. -Ariki...

-Get in or walk!

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[Engine starts]

Why'd you help them do it?

-I didn't know what they had planned.

I swear.

I'm sorry.

[Engine revs]

I'm sorry.

Jesus, Ariki, slow down!

-[Screaming echoes]

-...lights out. -You should do it, bro.

-Yeah, yeah, yeah. -No, absolutely.

-No. Joe! Joe, listen to me. What are you doing?

-Three, two, one.

[Lights click off]

-[Screams] Joe!

[Lights click on]

-Don't do it again. -We gonna do it again?

-How 'bout this one? Here we go.

Aaaand...

[Lights click off]

[Lights click on]

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[Lights click off]

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-Joe! [Laughs] Stop!

[Tires screech, crash]

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-[Breathes shakily]

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It's happening. It's happening.

-Ariki. -I'm sick.

I'm sick, I'm si--

I'm sick, just like my dad.

I'm sick just like my dad.

-[Echoing] Come on.

Let's get you home.

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-Elvis!

[Birds chirping in distance]

Oh...

Oh, sh...

[Charlotte's bag thuds]

-Wh...?

-First the restaurant, now this!

[Grunts angrily]

-Oh.

Do we have to call the cops?

-Well, we have to for the insurance.

-I've just got a few things I need to clear up first.

-No. No. Don't touch anything.

Alright?

We're already on thin ice with Stephen as it is.

-[Breathing heavily]

[Knock on door]

[Door opens]

[Groans] Stephen in?

-No, he's gone in early.

-Oh... Can I, um, borrow your phone?

-Tell me about your dad.

-[Sighs] I just need to get to work.

He's different.

Like me.

He has visions, too.

Ever since I can remember,

he used to wander around the neighborhood,

talking to himself.

Everyone thought that he was mad.

So they whacked him on meds,

and he's been whacked out for 20 years.

-So, uh, where is he now?

-Lives with my sister.

Yeah, doctors are talking about putting him into a facility.

They told him he was broken, that he needed fixing.

-And is that what they told you, too?

-And Mum managed as best she could.

Denied it was happening.

Stuffed him full of happy pills,

told him the visions weren't real, to go to church.

She told me that, too.

And I know she did it out of love, to protect me

so I wouldn't get shunned.

Like Dad.

And now she's gone, and my sister does it.

-You're not sick.

And you can't keep running away from who you are.

Hey, Ariki.

I know no one else can,

but I see you for who you really are.

-[Chuckles softly]

-Nothing's missing.

-Did the security cameras pick up anything?

-Surely it's a targeted attack.

-[Sighs] Ah, we'll be a couple of hours.

You might wanna go and come back.

-Oh, I think we'd rather wait here.

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-Tilly, get Joe's phone to forensics straightaway.

-[Sighing]

-Did you kill him?

-[Wheezes]

-Get him killed?

-[Scoffs softly]

-Then why was his phone in the house?

-No idea.

[Birds chirping in distance]

You really think I'd kill someone

for a property development?

-Well, legacy is a powerful thing.

-Did youkill him?

[Police car door opens and closes]

-Davis.

What happened to your face? -Oh, it's...nothing.

-We found Joe's phone. Got dislodged in the burglary.

We wouldn't have found it otherwise.

-You don't think it could have been planted?

-By who?

-[Sighs]

O and Rob broke in.

It's circumstantial, but they did it.

-So, how do you know this?

-[Sighs] I was here last night.

-With them?! -No, not with them.

I w-- I was still down at the reserve.

-But you were with them over the course of the evening?

You were socializing with suspects in Joe's homicide?

-You asked me to keep them close.

-Why didn't you call it in?!

-Well, you didn't answer your phone!

-[Sighs]

I can't believe we had to let them go.

-Unless we can prove that they had possession of the phone,

we can't do anything else. -You were at the house!

You failed to report a crime! -Yeah, I tried!

-You continued to fraternize with suspects

in a criminal investigation!

What kind of moron thinks that that's appropriate behavior?!

Unless you planted the phone.

You were in the house.

You're cocky enough to think you could get away with it.

-[Scoffs] You know this is your fault, hey?

If you had arrested Charlotte for the hit and run,

Rob for perverting the course of justice,

none of this would have happened!

-Don't come crying to my wife in the middle of the night

when you can't handle your piss.

You're a terrible cop.

You shouldn't be on this case.

-[Scoffs]

Yeah, and neither should you.

[Indistinct conversation]

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[Voices echoing]

-Don't, Joe!

[Lights click on]

-[Screaming, crash echoes]

-[Breathing shakily]

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-What? What's wrong?

-[Panting] I don't think Joe killed those kids.

I think the bridge did.

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