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-Why are you a cop, Davis?

-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.

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-Ow.

-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?

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-[Exhales sharply]

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[Tires screech]

-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.

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-[Breathing heavily]

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[ Woman laughs ]

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-Little something for the birthday boy.

-Oh. Thanks, Daz.

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-I thought Piripi would have been here.

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Better have his, then. -Oh, I can't.

-Come on. -Oh, okay. I got it. Okay.

Fuck it.

-That's the one.

-I don't know why you don't just stay in bed.

-[Sighs]

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Thanks.

I had fun. -Yeah.

Me too. -You right to get home?

-Mm-hmm.

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-[Exhales shakily]

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[Exhales sharply]

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[Door closes]

[Birds chirping in distance]

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 Detective Sergeant 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?

[Elevator bell dings, doors open in distance]

[Indistinct conversation in distance]

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-Hey. -Hey.

It's for you.

-Where did it come from? -From work.

I thought it might be important.

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-You're, um...

You're temping at the council?

-Yeah.

Just till they replace the last girl.

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-Thanks, Ava.

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[Exhales shakily]

[Bird caws]

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-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.

[Door opens]

-Not by chopper.

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-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.

-[Chuckles]

-Ariki.

Are you okay?

-Yeah.

-Sure? -Yeah.

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-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.

[Knock on door]

-Shall we try out the back?

[Truck beeping]

-You ever come here?

-Not really my scene any more.

[Doorbell rings]

-Tilly.

Was this company on your list?

-No.

[Knock on window]

-Morning. -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 I.D. a man in his mid-to late-20s,

works in a trade, Maori, medium build -- 182 centimeters.

-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.

Um, we're gonna need you to come and I.D. the body.

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-We're very sorry.

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-[Sighs]

-He was fine.

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[Sobbing]

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[Door closes]

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Thank you.

Sorry. I, um...

Sorry.

-Don't be sorry.

Okay 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]

Lola?

-It's all my fault.

-What was your fault?

-I just left him there.

We left him there -- me and Trent.

At One Lane Bridge.

-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?

-Um, 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.

[Pen scribbling]

Jesus, I mean, he must've been smashed.

I mean, how did he think he was gonna drive home?

[Paper rustles]

-Piripi drove there?

-You don't think we'd leave him out there,

with no way to get back.

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-What's your relationship with the deceased?

-Colleagues, business partners --

we co-own the company.

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We...weren't a good fit.

-So why get into a partnership?

He's good with people.

Was good with people; standing his ground.

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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 I.D.

-Oh.

Sorry -- we've gotta get to work.

-Hey, where is that?

-New build at Hanley's Farm.

[Car door closes]

-[Sobbing]

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-Hi. This is Detective Sergeant Ariki Davis from Queenstown CIB.

Am I speaking with Maria?

Hi, Maria.

[Indistinct talking]

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[Indistinct conversations]

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. [Cellphone vibrating]

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.

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-You work here?

-You gotta pay the bills somehow.

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[Keyboard clacking]

-How long were they here?

About 2:00, 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.

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-Thanks for letting us in.

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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.

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-Thanks, mate.

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Whoa. How are you, mate?

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[Indistinct conversations]

-[Sighs]

-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?

-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.

-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! [Dog yelps]

Fuck's sake.

[Saw buzzing]

-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.

Okay.

-[Chuckles] -You wear a lot of hats.

-Half the team are sick -- adapt or die.

-[Grunts] Or just, you know, have a plan B.

Some days you need the whole alphabet.

-[Chuckles] The whole alphabet, right.

-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.

-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.

-That's different.

She's local, and she's white.

[Indistinct conversations]

-Night.

[Door opens, closes]

-[Sighs]

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[Knock on door]

[Door opens]

-You were there -- at the crime scene.

-I had nothing to do with it.

[Truck engine rumbling]

-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.

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-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.

[Drawer closes]

[Keys jingle]

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-Caleb!

This is a PR disaster.

-It doesn't even mention us anywhere, okay?

It's in our favour.

It paints him as a rogue.

We have plausible deniability. -I want them fired.

-No. We 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 disaster.

You need to do your job, secure the property,

and stop trying to sabotage my fucking vision.

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[Line beeps]

-Hi, Mum. It's me again.

Can you call me back?

[Birds chirping]

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[Cellphone vibrates, chimes]

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[Birds chirping, wind blowing]

[Bike clicking]

[Voices echoing]

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[Voices echoing]

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[Dog barking]

Oh, sh...!

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[Panting]

-Oi! -Hold on.

Hold on. Hold on.

I'm Detective Sergeant Ariki Davis.

I heard fighting, so I entered the premises, just to...

assess the situation.

-There's nobody here.

-Look, they must've fled the scene.

-Let's go.

Come on.

[Dog barking]

Come on. -Yeah, yeah, yeah!

[Voice echoing]

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[Birds chirping]

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-Shit.

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[Wind gusting]

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Hey, Senior.

Hey, it's Davis.

I'm gonna need a pick-up.

I've got a lead.

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-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. -Alright.

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 running]

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[Cellphone ringing, vibrating]

-Davis. -It's Ava.

[Static playing] Davis, I need your help.

-Ava. Where are you?

-I'm at One Lane Bridge.

[Line beeping]

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Hey. You've reached Ava...

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-Ava!

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Ava!

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Shit.

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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?

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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, okay?

I don't need this distraction.

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Ava, come on.

-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.

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-[Sighs]

[Sniffs]

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Okay.

Okay.

Okay, but not tonight.

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Come on.

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[Engine shuts off]

[Birds chirping]

I thought you were working at Hanley Farm.

-Just dropping off some stuff.

-You're building geometric domes.

[Taps truck]

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 whirring]

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]

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-I've changed my mind about...

Frankie. Let's start with her.

-Okay.

[Paper thuds]

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? -Was 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.

-[Sighs]

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.

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[Mouse clicks]

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[Mouse clicks]

[Computer chimes, mouse clicks]

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[Printer clicks, whirring]

[Cellphone vibrates, chimes]

[Door opens]

-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.

-Okay.

-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.

[Indistinct conversations]

[Laughter]

[Indistinct conversations]

-He might have had a drink or two at the bar,

but I 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.

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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.

[Car door slams]

-Tilly, you promised me, okay?

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.

[Bang on door]

I thought you'd be pleased.

-Is that the boots?

You've gotta come down to the station.

Senior will be dealing with you,

so there's no conflict of interest.

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-[Sobbing]

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[Knock on door]

[Door opens] -Ariki?

She's my great-aunt, Evelyn.

The woman from the bridge.

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I need to know what happened.

Hey, she's not some dirty secret,

erased from the history books.

-Ava, I need to work. Okay?

I'm sorry.

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-I get it.

You've your own dead to worry about.

I'm just grateful that you're looking out for me.

It's nice that someone cares.

Night.

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[Door closes]

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[Door opens]

[Door closes]

[Wind gusting]

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-Ava!

Ava. Ava, listen.

Look, there are some things that I need to tell you, okay?

-Okay, what do they want, the ghosts?

-I don't know.

I don't know -- I haven't thought about that.

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-Do you know how she died?

-No.

-They? I'm guessing they were together.

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-Ava.

Ava!

[Locks rattling]

Shit. -Of course.

This is why I'm here -- to unlock the past.

-Ava, we need to go.

Ava, let's go.

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Ava!

Ava!

-Argh! -Listen to me.

You can't fuck around with this shit.

Okay? Listen to me.

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[Thunder rumbling]

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