All language subtitles for Small Town Scandal s01e06 Splattered Blood

Kia ora, my name is Toby Buchanan, and
you're listening to episode 6 of my true

crime podcast, Small Town Scandal.

Now, before I get into anything, I think
I need to explain to you listeners a

little bit about my family history.

So there's me, Toby, and then my
parents, Bruce Buchanan and Sue

Eve Watkins. But who we're interested in
is Bruce's brother, my Uncle Midge.

Mitch was good at school, good at
sports, popular with the boys and very

with the girls, and later, very savvy at
business.

My dad, Bruce, on the other hand, liked
to escape the realities of life with

substances of varying degrees.

And then everything came to a head when
my father, highly intoxicated,

accidentally set a block of shops in
town on fire.

The town absolutely hated him.

He went to prison for seven years.

And after that, my mum left him, and Dad
went to Cairns to avoid his reputation.

But, like Cain and Abel, did he come
back to town and brutally murder the

of said town and his brother, Uncle
Mitch?

But now I'd just been tipped off that
Dad was lurking in the park

the very fire he started.

And here I was thinking he was still in
Australia, like some chum.

What are you doing here?

Just some fitness.

Well, we're looking for your dad.

Apparently he was spotted around here
and we want to talk to him. Wow, really?

You were looking for him as well, by
chance?

Yeah.

No. No. My dad, no.

He's over in Cairns anyway. So, we're
looking for your dad in a park. You just

happen to be doing fitness in?

Uh, yeah. I do fitness care all the
time.

Oh, what kind of fitness?

Power walking.

Power walking. That's old school.

Good on you.

Yeah. You look great.

Anyway, Sarge, listen.

I better keep going, keep the heart rate
up. You have to, don't you? Yeah, it's

really effective that way, isn't it?
Yeah, good luck with your manhunt.

Dad!

Toads!

It's so good to see you.

It's good to see you too, Dad. The pigs
are after me.

Yeah. Okay, first things first.

Did you kill Uncle Mitch? No.

No, I didn't. Oh, thank Christ.

Then why are you in the country?

Well, I got in a bit of trouble over in
Oz, and I thought Mitch might be able to

help me out with a bit of a pickle.

Oh, shit.

Can you help me get out of here, son?

Please. Look, if you think Uncle Mitch,
then we should go and tell the pigs.

I didn't kill him, but I was there when
he died.

I didn't even know where to go.

I've been staying at the town dump.

Why?

It's cheap.

Actually, it's free.

It's a perfectly sound mattress that
people have just thrown away.

Okay, yeah, okay.

Shit.

She's still dead.

Hi.

Hi. It's me, Anna.

Katie was trying to set us up at dinner.
Yeah, that's right.

Shut up. What's all that fabric?

That's chill.

Chill? Yeah.

What do you need that for? My mum's a
seamstress.

Really?

Wow. What did she make?

Listen, I've actually got to go. I'm so
sorry.

Wait, how's your podcast going?

Good. Yeah?

Have you listened to the latest episode
of All The Real Mrs Moss? Please stand

up. No, I haven't. Oh, it's so good.

It goes into intense detail about the
mole pattern she carves on her victim.

And it's been confirmed.

Sorry,

I'm so sorry. I've got to get going.

She seemed nice.

I don't even know where to begin, Dad.
What happened at Oz?

One of my mates died.

We were having a great party. I was
completely maggoted.

Suddenly, I felt like I was dead.

I didn't stick around because I didn't
think I had the emotional capacity to

deal with any kind of investigation.

The cops found out I was there and
wanted to talk. I didn't want to talk to

them.

I thought Mitch might be able to get me
one of them top lawyers.

Why? He owed me to him big time.

I didn't worship the ground he walked
on.

I would have murdered mixed years ago.

Yeah.

The mattress got a bit wet. It's a bit
moldy, but apart from that, everything's

fine. Yeah.

It's a good setup.

Oh, you think so? Yeah.

I'll sit outside.

I have a few, son.

Anyway, Dad, just... Look, just tell me
everything, OK? And then we can come up

with a plan.

So you were at the mansion when Mitch
died?

Mitch didn't know I was coming.

I was feeling a bit bloody nervous about
it all.

Mitch was a busy man, so I had to pick
my moment carefully.

Yeah, apparently he's still fapping
about at his mother's, so we'll get him

straight away.

I don't care.

My nephew, unfortunately.

Just find him something managerial.

Do it now.

Yeah, Toby, I was hoping to get hold of
you.

Come round to the mansion this
afternoon, will you? I want to talk to

something. See you at two.

Hang on.

What are you doing here?

Missy.

Listen, Bruce, whatever you want, I
can't help you.

It's not that I want something, but...
Lord, the timing.

Wait here.

So whoever was driving the vehicle with
the trailer, that's who killed Uncle

Mitch. I didn't get much more than a
glimpse of him.

It's pretty bloody obvious who it'd be.

Who?

Jed Jameson.

Who? Jed Jameson.

I've never heard of this person.

Oh, he was your uncle's rival back in
the day.

Bumped into him in town a while after I
got back.

It was just before Mitchie died.

It wasn't

an

accident.

Me and Mitch did it on purpose.

He agreed to pay off my debts if I took
all the blame.

Why? Jed was edging Mitch out of the
motor mowing business.

He developed a prototype of his own
automated mower.

Mitchie was going to have none of that.

We decided to burn the whole block down
so it wouldn't seem so targeted.

Jed out of the picture.

Mitchie could patent his own automated
mower.

Make his millions that way.

So, there you go.

Big family secret for you, son.

Wait.

Jed Jamison.

There was that note on Uncle Mitch's
desk.

Jay!

Okay, so I had a newly suspect, Jed
Jamison.

I'd done a little bit of online
sleuthing and I found a registered

Jed's Gardening Services Limited
business, right?

And it's about an hour south of Tohoiho,
so that's where I'm heading to.

No, thank you.

Yeah, I've just been talking with
Sergeant Brown. He said you were down at

park where your dad was spotted. Um, no,
well, no, I... Well, you told me he was

down there. I was just hoping to help.

Yeah. Was it a nice father -son reunion?

Well, no, it wasn't, because I didn't
run into him. I didn't see him there,

no, it wasn't. Oh, cut the crap, Tubbs.

Listen, if you're helping a criminal on
the run, you're not just playing with

fire, mate. You're practically
juggling... chainsaws.

Yeah, OK. Well, thanks for your concern,
but I think I'll be fine. OK, bye,

Matt. See ya.

Okay, so, Jed, address.

It's about an hour south of Tohuyo in
the... Are you still making that flaming

podcast?

Tubbs!

Are you

all

right? I am so sorry, sir. I did

not... Are you Jed from Jed's Mowing
Services Limited?

You'd ask.

My name is Toby and I'm an... Well, I'm
a journalist.

And I was hoping to talk to you,
actually, about your former business

what happened to it.

Was that a yes?

As a journalist, you sometimes forget
safety in the chase of a scoop.

You still there?

Yes.

That's how I ended up in a stranger's
cabin in the middle of nowhere.

The interior of Jed Jemison's cabin is a
little bit spooky.

Did you tell anyone you were coming to
see me?

No, I didn't.

I mean, yes, I did.

I've told loads of people.

Quite a few animals in the gyms around
the place.

It's me passion, killing pets.

Lots of possums and other things.

Right. So, you used to have a business,
yeah?

Yes.

Until the great Tohoi Ho burning?

That's right.

That must have been so upsetting for you
when that happened.

That fire was the best thing that ever
happened to me.

It what?

Well, my business had never burned down.

I'd have never ended up here.

Paradise.

Do you have any thoughts on Mitch
Buchanan?

What was that?

A weasel in one of me traps.

What did you say you were here for
again?

I am, uh, yeah.

I'm doing some research because I'm
writing Mitch Buchanan's obituary.

Mitch Buchanan was a dirty weasel.

Whoever killed him was a hero.

He did the world a favour.

Wait, how did you know he was killed?

It's only a matter of time.

Those Buchanans are a bad bunch.

Every last one of them.

No, I don't know.

The only good Buchanan is a dead
Buchanan.

Did you say your name was again?

Me?

I'm Toby.

Toby.

Jed. Jed.

I'm Toby Jetson.

Jetson.

That's an interesting name.

A rat this time.

Jad Jamison was clearly guilty,
revenging Uncle Mitch, the great father

Margie Segal, which my father started
for him.

And to those little puddles of tartar
sauce. Before I went public with this

bombshell, though, I stopped to get some
food because Dad was probably starving.

But as I was driving to him, I spied my
old friend, the po -po.

It didn't take long to realise they were
tailing me.

With the delicious smell of fish and
chips filling the car, I knew I had to

start thinking smarter if I was to
protect Dad.

I tried to throw them off the scent, but
they were like a goddamn dog with a

bone.

Always sniffing.

circling and seeming one step ahead.

But they weren't going to trap this
little weasel if I had anything to do

it.

Matt, just the person I was hoping to
run into.

Listen, I think I've worked out who
killed Uncle Mitch. His name is Jed

Right. And he was an ex -business rival
of his. And basically, I've got a taped

confession out of him. It's not Jed.

No, it is.

Jed hated Mitch. He loves killing
things. And basically, he's... Hubs, Jed

blind as a mole.

Is he?

He's still here.

Paradise. Oh, my God. He is blind.

Look, uh...

I was going to ask you one last time.

Where's your dad?

I don't know where he is. Gee.

No? Okay.

Where are you toddling off to then with
this big bag of greasies?

I'm visiting my friends.

Bringing where they live here.

They live here?

Yes. It's your mate's house?

Yes. So you didn't just turn into a
random driveway because you saw me

you? No.

Well, don't let me stop you.

I beg your pardon?

What? Go on. They'll be waiting, won't
they? Yeah, they will.

OK, well, it was good to... It was good
to...

Oh,

they mustn't be home. I must have got
the wrong date or something, I think.

Toby Buchanan?

Mr. Pettigrew?

And is that Matt McKenzie?

My goodness, what a surprise.

Have you come to arrest me?

That depends, Mr. Pettigrew.

From what I remember, you're a bit of a
grammar gangster.

Come and see our old English teacher,
have you?

I thought you'd show up here eventually,
Buchanan.

After all these years, you've finally
come to apologize.

We'll have two sugar cubes, please.

Right.

I'm ready for my apology.

Yes.

Um, okay.

I am so sorry for what...

For what I did.

You should be embarrassed.

I am.

A 13 -year -old should know better.

Where was your self -control, your self
-respect?

I don't know where it was.

That jar of lollipops was for the whole
class, Toby.

You didn't leave any for the other
students.

No, I didn't.

In fact, I think you should apologise to
Matt as well.

Matt?

What's that?

Matt, I'm so sorry for the pain I caused
you by eating all the lollipops in the

jar in third form English.

Actually, you were repeating that here,
weren't you, Matt? Do you know what?

Thanks for the tea, Mrs P. I think I'd
better do it off. Wait, where are you

going? I've got police business, mate.
Police business till ten to. So, yeah.

Historical apologies aside, I was sick
with worry about Matt and his texting.

Something fishy was going on, and I'm
not talking about the second batch of

and chips I had to buy. And then two of
those little pottles of tartare sauce.

And would you like to add the seven
spring rolls?

Again?

Yeah.

I assumed they'd found Dad at the
landfill and were about to arrest him.

I followed them feebly with no real
plan.

Maybe I could talk them out of it.

Maybe I could steal a gun, bust Dad out,
hijack a boat and then flee to a

Pacific island.

But then, to my surprise, they weren't
headed to the landfill at all or

near Dad's hideout.

Instead, they were heading to...

Very good house.

Yeah, hard to say, mate, yeah.

I think just bag it all up and we'll
take it down to the station.

Oh, don't miss it. There's a few bits in
it.

You had a look in the freezer?

You did in there, boy. Bag it all up.

Easy,

Mrs P.

Watch your head, Mrs P.

Tubbs!

What are you doing here?

Why is she still alive? What's
happening?

Mate, I got her.

Mrs. Moss.

Mrs. Pettigrew, our old English teacher,
is Mrs. Moss.

You know, like from the podcast.

Yeah, killed an estimated 25 people
around New Zealand since the 80s.

I don't understand.

Well, I've kind of got you to thank for
it, don't I? I mean, you led me right to

it. When we were sitting in there
earlier, something caught my eye.

It was a teacher in a sugar bowl.

That's when I remembered.

Mrs. Moss liked to carve that very
insignia into her victims.

Thank God you're in the habit of getting
that extra sugar, eh, Tubbs? So that's

it, then.

It was her that killed Uncle Mitch.

Oh, no, no, no. No, that was definitely
your dad.

How's it, Tubbs?

Dad! Easy, easy, mate. Easy.

We picked him up about an hour ago down
the pub.

But Dad's innocent.

Tubbs, um... We found your dad's bloody
fingerprints on the mower.

The one he used to kill Mitch.

Yeah. Sorry, mate.

Anyway, let's roll out.

Good day.