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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.