All language subtitles for Small Town Scandal s01e01 A Giant Has Fallen.eng

Okay, let's give this a go.

Yeah, welcome.

G'day. My name is Toby Buchanan and
welcome to... Yeah, g'day. My

name is...

Welcome.

Welcome. Welcome. Should I say welcome
or should I... Welcome, g'day and

welcome... No.

Whoa, whoa, whoa. Brace yourself. Use
your leg. He's a big boy. Kia ora.

My name is Toby Buchanan, and this is my
true crime podcast, Small Town Scandal,

where I try and solve the mystery of...
Actually, we'll get to that later.

It all began two days ago, I guess.

There I was, in between jobs, and
crashing at my mum's place.

This dress is for anyway.

They have the frocks in the field.

I don't know why I agreed to do it again
this year.

I must be a sucker for punishment.

We've gone for a native bird theme,
which is actually very creatively

stimulating. Surely I'm too big to model
them. Well, not for some of the women

around here. I want you to try on this
fascinator.

This is the tree.

It's beautiful, Mum.

Anyway.

How's your CV going?

Have you managed to send it to the
Tohoiho Times yet?

Mum, the Tohoiho Times is full of fluff
pieces and bridal reviews. I'm an

investigative journalist, remember?

I'll have you know there was a very,
very interesting article about how to

toys out of cat fur yesterday.

Why would Uncle Mitch be calling me? Oh,
maybe there's some good news.

Go on, answer it.

That was very rude.

Mum, what is going on?

I had a little word with him about your
situation.

What situation?

The fact that you've been lying around
your mother's house for three months

after things went tits up in Australia.

Mum, I'm not going to work at a motor
mowing store.

It's a hyper mega store. It's
prestigious.

And what else are you going to do? I
can't keep on paying for your cheesy

forever.

Mum, I am an investigative... I am an
investigative journalist, remember?

He won't make you work in the store. You
can write things for the ads. Mum, I

don't want to go.

I don't want to go. I decided to do the
mature thing and take Mum's car and go

and talk to my Uncle Mitch.

Uncle Mitch lives on the other side of
the small New Zealand town of Te Hoi Ho,

a town completely obsessed with horses.

This is where I grew up.

but recently spent a year working in
Australia for a prestigious newspaper,

until I wrongly exposed a pet food
company for using cat and dog meat in

food for cats and dogs.

The newspaper promptly went tits up, and
I was left looking for any opportunity

to resurrect my career.

Anyways, that all led me here, to the
beginning of an emotional and an

investitive... an investor -gative...

Rollercoaster.

Well, well, well.

If it isn't Tubby Toe.

Matt McKenzie.

So, back in the day, I went to Tohoiho
College.

And that was where I met Matt McKenzie.

He'd moved here from Broome, Australia,
and we became fast friends.

I didn't know you were back in town.

Yeah, I'm just back for a couple of days
just visiting. Hey, last I heard, you

were Mr Big Shot Journalist over in
Sydney.

How's all that going?

It's great. Yeah, it's great.

Yeah? What newspaper are you writing
for?

Listen, what's going on? Like, who's
that on the lawn?

Is that an Australian accent I can
detect there, mate?

Such a big fan you want to talk like me,
do you? I picked it up and haven't been

able to shake it.

So, who's that body on the lawn?

Oh!

Yes, mate, yeah, that's, um... That's
your Uncle Mitch.

Dead as a doorknob.

What?

Whoa, whoa, whoa. Brace yourself. Use
your knees. He's a big boy.

What happened to him? He had a heart
attack.

Heart attack? But all that blood.

Use your brain, you clown.

He had a heart attack. Fell onto the
lawn.

And those bloody robots ran all over
him, cutting him up.

Pull yourself together, Tom.

My uncle Mitch is the richest man in
Tohoiho.

He made his mega millions designing an
automated lawnmower that doesn't require

anyone to operate it.

He even went so far as to call this
automated mower the Buchananizer, after

family name, Buchanan.

And now, he's dead.

Apparently he had a heart attack and
then he got run over by his automated

lawnmower.

But I guess it was only a matter of time
with all that pork he put away.

Mum... No, I'm only being matter -of
-fact. That's my curse. I'm honest to a

fault.

Oh, I guess there goes your job at the
Hypermega store.

So this is back to the drawing board vis
-à -vis your future employment.

Oh,

Mum, Auntie Janine's showing up. I'd
better go. And I'll start ringing

Bye.

Get her!

I'd like to leave.

Hey, easy.

Just get her.

Easy now.

I know you.

Put her down.

That's right there.

Just get out of it, would you? I know.

I know.

Petal.

I can't believe you're still alive, old
girl.

You must have seen everything.

Don't you?

It shouldn't be.

His Majesty is back. I'll pay that
invoice soon, Lynne.

Bye for now.

Did you know that Aunt Petal was still
alive?

What are you talking about?

Petal, the horse that Uncle Mitch got
me. She's still alive.

Oh, for God's sake, Toby, who cares
about Petal? How was your Auntie Janine?

She was sobbing so much.

That doesn't surprise me. She does like
to be dramatic.

She's a big part in the Hoyo Amateur
Dramatic Society.

Mind you, I will grant she did a great
job as Evita. I did her costumes, of

course. So, go on. What did she do next
after the sobbing?

Uh, I can't remember.

No doubt she sorted the world before all
this went down.

Mom, it's too early to be thinking about
the will. Oh, Janine will be thinking

about the will. They will all be
thinking about the will.

Most certainly.

Janine, his twins, Andrea, you can bet
your bottom dollar.

Make sure you put some vegetables in
that pasta, please.

The Bible will save off your cravings. I
wonder if your father's been left

anything. Well, what if so? No doubt
it'll go straight on the booze.

Mom, you know I'm right.

Actually, have you called it?

No, I'll do that now.

That night, I couldn't get the images of
Uncle Mitch's face out of my head.

That, and the cheesy tomatoey pasta
causing acid reflux, meant that sleep

impossibility. So I did what I always do
when insomnia hits. I listened to my

favourite serial killer podcast.

So how would Mrs Moth communicate with
you?

She'll call me.

But then suddenly...

There it was, staring at me from my
phone screen.

I wanted to hear his voice one last
time, not be spun off into a murder

investigation.

He left a message for me and said to
someone else, hang on, what are you

here? And then an hour later, he was
found dead.

I'm probably talking to a fantail that
flew into the room.

Oh, talking of fantails.

You don't say to a fantail, hang on,
what are you doing here?

Well, I would.

Anyway, could we do that conversation
again, Mum? I'm going to record it.

What? Why?

I'm going to turn this into a podcast.

No, I don't want to be on the internet.
And you don't either. You failed speech

and drama.

Yeah, but Mum, something's going on
here. And in the best true crime

the mystery unfolds in real time.

And who knows?

If I play my cards right, maybe this
will lead to some legitimate

investigative... legitimate
investigative journalist work.

some legitimate investigative journalist
work.

And as an effective investigative
journalist, I decided to go right back

beginning.

The crime scene.

The stain from where Uncle Mitch had
lain is dark red from all the bleeding

did.

Don't get me wrong, I'm not an idiot
that doesn't realise all the bleeding

happened after he was torn up by the
Buchananisers, aka the automated

lawnmowers.

But maybe the bleeding happened after.

He was killed.

Toby!

Jeanine, I'm so sorry. I didn't really
ask anyone was home.

Oh, I understand, Dominic.

I've been talking to Mitchie as well.

I just... I can't believe...

thing in a blanket excuse me oh i

just wish i'd been there when it had
happened and i guess it was just a

of time before his heart gave out you
know with all those saturated effects he

was putting away and now we're not going
to go on the cheese tour through the

south of france he was just so excited
about experiencing all those

Breathe. Where were you?

I beg your pardon?

We said you wished you were here to help
when he passed away. I was just

wondering where you were.

I was sadly at the nail salon.

There were many pedis.

So what exactly are you trying to say,
Toby? That Janine killed your Uncle

Mitch? I'm just saying that I can
imagine a scenario in which that was the

possibility. And you're the one that
said that she probably got his will

before he died.

Where's the Cocoa Pops?

They're empty calories. Have some
cornflakes. How are you suggesting she

him? Can't make someone have a heart
attack, can you?

Or can you?

I mean, we always thought that she was
solely after him for his money.

Oh, my God!

What are you making me say?

You're only saying it because it makes
sense, Mum.

And I'm not saying that he did have a
heart attack. I'm just saying that maybe

he was murdered and she covered it up by
putting a lawnmower on it. Oh, I don't

know, stupid.

See, it's covered in blood.

Or maybe she was covered in blood, but
she went away, wiped herself down, and

then came back with all the theatrics.

Or maybe she got someone else to do it.

Hmm? A hired killer, if you will, or a
friend or an acquaintance.

Hmm. Oh, this is stupid. Look what
you're making me say. I feel I'm in

she wrote. That show always did baffle
me. I mean, if there's that many murders

in your town, surely you'd just leave.

With Auntie Janine as my number one
suspect, I was going undercover

mode to check her alibi.

French's Beauty Boutique in Nails is
kind of goth, it's kind of purple meets

black, small town beauty boutique.

Can I help you, love?

Yes, how do you do?

My name is Gerald, and I couldn't help
but notice one of your clients' toenails

the other day, and I thought, I must get
my hands on that colour.

for my life partner.

Her name is Janine Crozier Buchanan.

That was your client. My life partner's
called Bren.

She's called Brenda.

That's my name.

I didn't know there was another Brenda
in town.

Well, there isn't. She's fantastic.

Anyway, so Auntie Janine's toenail is
polished.

Janine is wearing Time of the Month red
at the moment.

And is that the colour that she got last
time she came in on Wednesday?

She didn't come in on Wednesday, but
yes, time of the month read.

So she didn't come in on Wednesday?

She hasn't come in in a month,
ironically.

That'll be $14, please.

Oh, yes, um, I, oh, I just realised I've
left my wallet in my car.

I'm just going to go, if you just hold
that there, I'll just go and grab for my

car, I'm just around the corner.

Bingo. I had a strong suspect. And now
it was time to make this official.

The Tohoyo Police Station has a blast
from the 90s past.

It's got a pastel pink trim and a faux
lavender mould

display.

The receptionist is a down -looking
woman who's at one with the chair.

Who are you talking to?

Oh, I'm doing a podcast.

Is that an Australian accent?

Yeah.

I've just got this big job over in
Sydney and I picked up the accent there

I've been unable to kick it.

That's weird.

Yeah.

Anyway, I'm Toby Buchanan. I'm an
investigative journalist and my uncle

Died the other day.

I know.

A matter of time with the amount of
booze he put away.

Yeah.

I was wondering if there was the
policeman that I...

Or woman.

Or person.

Police person that I could talk to about
it.

Sergeant Brown, there's a joker here who
wants to talk to you.

Tell him I'm not here.

Righto.

He says come on through.

Great. Thank you so much.

Ludmidge had a heart attack.

But how are you sure about the heart
attack? That's what the coroner's report

said, OK?

And then he tragically fell in line with
his automated lawnmowers.

Could I see this report?

Why?

I just told you what the findings were.

He had a heart attack.

So you don't need to see the report.

Is there any chance we could open up an
investigation into foul play? Just

because I... I think that maybe Uncle
Mitch was murdered.

Just hear me out.

I've got certain pieces of evidence that
lead me to believe that maybe he was

killed by his wife.

Janine Crozier Buchanan did not kill her
husband.

It's just that she said she was at the
beauticians when he died. You're being

absolutely stupid.

What a stupid thing to assert.

And I'm too busy to deal with this.

I'd check into grief counselling if I
were you.

I think your loss has made you a bit
wonky.

Anyhoo, I'd better get back to actual
work. Okay, yeah.

Sorry. Here, look here.

How are you sure about the heart attack?

And then he tragically fell in line with
me.

I just saw you in there.

I got something I need to tell you.

The reason Sergeant Brown doesn't think
it was Janine is because,

you know... Did you catch my drift?

What drift?

Sergeant Brown and Janine Closier
Buchanan are heaven at all.

What? Be quiet.

But yes, they met at O 'Reilly's hotel.

I have seen their protective car parked
outside on several lunch breaks.

Do you think they were there two days
ago?

Couldn't be certain.

But they probably were.

Their clandestine meetings have been
becoming obsessively regular.

But you let anyone know I told you and
you'll knock them mine, mate.

Okay. So, there you go.

Aunty Janine was having it off with
another man.

Could Aunty Janine and Sergeant Brown
have conspired to have Uncle Mitch taken

out to get his money? Or was Sergeant
Brown a jealous lover not wanting to

share?

Toby!

I need you to model again for Abby
McPherson's dress.

I'm coming!

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