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- You must be the new guy. - Ariki Davis.

Welcome to Queenstown, son.

(UNSETTLING MUSIC)

STEPHEN: It's Grub.

We found him at One Lane Bridge.

(EXHALES)

- EMMA: Did he drown? - He fell.

- SOFTLY: That fucking bridge. - Who?

- Grub. - Sorry for your loss.

What if he didn't jump?

You working this case, that's a conflict of interest.

(UNSETTLING MUSIC CONTINUES)

(YELLS)

(AMPLIFIED CLATTER) Stop. Stop! Stop!

(YELLS) Wh...? Oi!

(PANTS, PUFFS)

(LOW, UNSETTLING MUSIC)

Fuck.

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Oi!

- What the fuck?! - I'm so sorry.

You almost killed me back there! I'm not that hard to spot.

I was in the middle of the fuckin' bridge!

I didn't fuckin' see you.

Oi!

(BOTH PANT)

Yeah, we're all good, mate!

You fuckin' idiot.

Just watch where you're going next time, OK?

(CAR DOOR OPENS)

- (ENGINE STARTS) - SOFTLY: HDB652.

HDB652.

(LOW, UNEASY MUSIC)

(SNIFFS)

(BIRDS TWITTER IN DISTANCE)

MUTTERS: HDB652.

Mark McCrae.

(SCRIBBLING)

(LATCH CLICKS SOFTLY)

- (GASPS) Oh. - Sorry.

- Thought you were Stephen. - (EXHALES)

- Sleep well. - You too.

(WHEELS SQUEAK SOFTLY)

(KEYS JANGLE, DOOR OPENS)

(KEYS CLATTER)

(EXHALES HEAVILY)

- (BED CREAKS SOFTLY) - (SIGHS)

(BREATHES DEEPLY)

(EERIE MUSIC)

(WATER BURBLES)

(CLANG!)

(BREATHES SHAKILY)

- (EXHALES) - (VEHICLE APPROACHES)

(BRAKES SQUEAL QUIETLY, HANDBRAKE GRINDS, ENGINE STOPS)

(CAR DOOR SHUTS)

(CRICKETS CHIRP IN DISTANCE)

(DOOR OPENS IN DISTANCE) STEPHEN: Lois.

(RAPID FOOTSTEPS, DOOR CLOSES) (EXHALES HEAVILY, GROANS)

(FOOTSTEPS CONTINUE) (SIGHS)

(BIRDS TWITTER)

(WHIRRING)

(WHIRRING STOPS)

- Where's Stephen? - Goes into work early.

(SOFT, UNEASY MUSIC)

(DEEP BREATHING)

(EXHALES HEAVILY)

(MAN GRUMBLES, GRUNTS)

Where's Grub?

(SIGHS)

Da...

Dad,

Grub died.

He's dead.

Ohh. (INHALES DEEPLY)

SIGHS: OK. Come on.

Let's get you in the shower. Come.

(KETTLE WHISTLES)

- JACKIE: You're OK. - JACK: No.

- Please, no, no, no, no. - Come on.

Why?

- You... You're OK, Dad. - What...? Wh-Why?

- Uh, he does best with a slow start. - (SIGHS)

Breakfast in bed, the paper, Nine To Noon.

SOFTLY: He shat himself.

Sorry. I might've put the night nappy on wrong.

- It's OK. Come on. - (SIGHS)

Now, do you want...

jam or marmalade?

- SING-SONG: Marmalade. - (LAUGHS)

(CHUCKLES) ? Ma-Ma-Ma-Ma-Marmalade. ?

(CHUCKLES)

(SIGHS)

- (INDISTINCT CHATTER) - Morning, boys.

- Morning. - Morning.

(CHATTER CONTINUES)

(TYPING STOPS) Briefing in 10 minutes.

(TYPING RESUMES)

(SIGHS HEAVILY)

A-About yesterday.

I stepped out of line, and...

I shouldn't have said the things that I did.

I'm the new kid. I mean, what do I know?

You are a big part of why I said yes to this job,

and I need to change some shit up, and I want to push myself.

(SIGHS)

Apology accepted.

(SIGHS)

Um,

you are right. About Grub's death.

All the hallmarks of a suicide.

Well, that's not what you thought yesterday.

I slept on it.

(BIRDS TWITTER IN DISTANCE)

(INHALES DEEPLY)

(INHALES SHARPLY)

(SNIFFLES)

(CRIES SOFTLY)

(WHIMPERS, SOBS)

Hey, Kate, the wall classifier said the...

- Hey. - (STIFLES SOB)

Hey.

(SOBS)

(BIRD TWITTERS)

Grub's injuries are consistent with a fall.

He died instantly.

Could he have been killed somewhere else and placed on the rocks?

No.

Coroner's happy with the findings, undertaker's on standby,

so it's over to you.

(SIGHS)

(PENSIVE MUSIC)

Uh, where's his watch?

He wasn't wearing one.

I'll let the family know they can come and collect him.

Now, here's something weird.

Found this in his fist.

(UNSETTLING MUSIC)

- Is that a tooth? - Adult molar.

Not his.

Thank you.

(BROODING MUSIC)

(HELICOPTER ROTORS HUM IN DISTANCE)

Uh, so what now, boss?

Well, we break the news to the family.

Uh, we close the case, grieve the dead and move on to the next one.

Hey, Riki.

I might need some backup on this one.

(LOW, UNEASY MUSIC)

You OK?

Yeah.

- (VEHICLE CLATTERS OVER PIER) - (EXHALES)

(CLATTER!)

(UNSETTLING MUSIC)

(CLATTER!)

- (AMPLIFIED CLATTER) - (PANTS)

(AMPLIFIED CLATTER)

(EXHALES, BREATHES DEEPLY)

(RIVER BURBLES SOFTLY)

(EXHALES HEAVILY)

(SNIFFS)

PANTS: Sorry. Uh, I almost got bowled off my bike here last night,

so... still have the wobbles, eh.

Yeah, people round here drive like lunatics.

(CHUCKLES SHORTLY)

There's nothing you need to tell me

that might affect your ability to work, impair your judgement?

Heart problems?

- Asthma? Howl at the moon? - (CHUCKLES)

Nah.

Come on.

Grub was jumpin' the fence.

- What? - SOFTLY: With Charlotte.

- SOFTLY: Are you sure? - Yeah.

(SNIFFS) I saw them in town a couple of times

in out-of-the-way places.

Everyone knows.

Except Kate?

(SIGHS)

Well, what am I supposed to do with this?

Fucked if I know.

I just don't wanna be the only one carrying it around.

(VEHICLE APPROACHES)

(HANDBRAKE GRINDS, ENGINE STOPS)

(BIRDS TWITTER)

Good... Rob's here.

(SIGHS)

I can tell them if you want.

No.

(HINGES CREAK)

Uh, we're not treating Grub's death as suspicious.

(SIGHS) We've been over One Lane Bridge with a fine-tooth comb.

Unless any new evidence comes to light,

- we're closing the case. - What about...

Haggis?

The affair?

What affair?

Emma, go to your room.

Apparently, Grub and Charlotte had been... meeting.

I mean, maybe the guilt tipped him over the edge.

Or maybe...

(CHAIR SCRAPES)

(THUDDING FOOTSTEPS RECEDE)

(FOOTSTEPS RECEDE)

- We'll look into it. - Yeah.

Haggis does not like people touching his things.

- Come on, Dad. Let's get a cuppa. - (GRUNTS)

- This must be a shit time for you. - Pretty much.

Hey, random question.

Have you seen your dad's watch?

First thing Dad'd do is take his boots off and wash his hands.

If he ever took it off, it would've been here.

(INSECTS CHITTER, BIRDS CHIRP IN DISTANCE)

(INHALES, EXHALES HEAVILY)

(GRUNTS) Ah.

(SIGHS)

(BIRDS TWITTER IN DISTANCE)

Didyouhear anything?

SIGHS: Not a peep.

(SCOFFS SOFTLY)

I didn't know...

who it was.

I never asked.

They're neighbours.

Friends. Charlotte's a friend. She brought food.

I'm not surprised. I'm a fucking mess. Who would wanna tap this?

The whole town must be fuckin' laughing at me.

(INHALES SHARPLY)

Hey.

No one is laughing at you.

(EXHALES SHAKILY)

(SIGHS)

- Is Kate gonna be OK. - Well...

you know her better than me.

Grub's ready to come home when you are.

Undertaker's standing by.

We'll get to the bottom of it. Whatever happened.

Stephen's the best.

What about you?

I'm not too shabby.

(CHUCKLES SOFTLY)

(CAR DOORS OPEN)

(CAR DOORS SHUT)

- Had you heard about the affair? - SIGHS: Whispers.

- So it is true. - It wasn't my business.

(WINDOW WHIRRS)

(GRAVEL CRUNCHES)

(GRUNTS) (BEEP!)

Hi, it's Stephen.

(SNIFFS) So, what's this Haggis guy like?

- Apart from rich? - Oh, he's a wannabe alpha male.

Bit yappy. (CHUCKLES)

- Heard of Charlotte? - You've met her. The hot neighbour.

You liked her. That girl.

She's the maitre d' at one of Haggis' restaurants.

(GATE CLANKS SOFTLY, WHIRRS)

(GRAVEL CRUNCHES)

(PENSIVE MUSIC)

(GRAVEL CRUNCHES IN DISTANCE)

(ENGINE RUMBLES)

(ENGINE STOPS)

(PENSIVE MUSIC CONTINUES)

- (BIRDS TWITTER) - Hey, is this Mark McCrae's place?

Yeah. 'Haggis' McCrae.

He gave himself that nickname.

Been trying to fit in here ever since he arrived.

How long's he been here?

10 years.

(CLANKING)

She's just getting dressed. Uh, restaurant didn't close till 3.

Hm.

Detective Riki Davis, this is Haggis McCrae.

Yeah, we've met.

(KEYS CLINK SOFTLY)

So, what do you think of this, uh, Chinese dude? Another bolt-holer?

Well, Lois seems to think he'll inject some real money into the local economy.

(CHUCKLES SOFTLY)

CHARLOTTE: In here!

(KEYS CLINK SOFTLY)

(DOOR SCRAPES, CLANGS)

I'm sure they won't be long.

So you're the new cop, eh?

Yeah. Hm.

Does Stephen know you go out at night attacking the locals?

(WHEEZING CHUCKLE)

Still, no harm done.

But if you need anything, just give us a shout.

Thanks.

No, honest.

I know what it's like being the stranger in this town.

(GRAVEL CRUNCHES, CAR DOOR OPENS)

(CAR DOOR SHUTS)

Yes, we were meeting in secret.

No, we werenothaving an affair.

(SIGHS SOFTLY)

I was trying to get him to sell the farm.

(CHUCKLES SOFTLY) Took a lot of persuading.

(SIGHS)

We met multiple times over the last three months.

In out-of-the-way places.

SCOFFS SOFTLY: Intimate places.

Not the best choice, in hindsight.

I can understand how people got the wrong idea.

Haggis has struggled with the rumours, but he's a big boy.

(SIGHS) I'm sure he'll cope.

And since when do you sell real estate?

You know me. Lots of fingers in lots of pies.

And was he? Going to sell the farm?

Nothing on paper,

but yeah.

Either way, there's motive.

If Charlotte was lying about the affair, then it could've been Haggis,

but if she was telling the truth

and Grub was thinking about selling the farm,

then it could've been one of the family.

(BROODING MUSIC)

Stephen?

The death of Andrew Ryder is now being treated as a homicide.

Davis and I will lead the case.

The rest of you, I want your eyes open and your ears on.

It's a small town.

Someone knows something.

(LIQUID SLOSHES)

(BIRDS TWITTER IN DISTANCE) (SIGHS)

- (BEEP!) - Charlotte.

It's Kate.

I was wondering if...

I could have a word.

About you fucking my husband.

(BREATHES HEAVILY) (BEEP!)

(BEEP!)

Let me in so we can talk about it like grownups.

Or you come out.

Yeah, you come out. Neutral territory.

I have some questions that I need you to answer.

(BREATHES SHAKILY)

VOICE BREAKS: Whore.

- (BEEP! BEEP!) - Charlotte.

Ch...

You have everything.

- Why did you need Grub as well? - (VEHICLE APPROACHES)

(GROWLS) Fucking cunt!

- Come out here! - (ENGINE STOPS)

- You fucking chicken cunt! - Kate!

(BROODING MUSIC)

(LIQUID SLOSHES)

(DOOR CLOSES, SEATBELT CLICKS)

(ENGINE STARTS, SEATBELT CLATTERS)

(SEATBELT CLATTERS, CLICKS)

We'll start with the Ryders, Haggis, Charlotte, the rugby club,

and we'll move out from there.

- Who do you want me to follow up? - Uh, head back to One Lane Bridge

- and see what progress they've made. - (DRAWER CLICKS, CLATTERS SOFTLY)

(UNEASY MUSIC)

- Back to the bridge? - Yeah. See you there.

(EXHALES SHAKILY)

(SIGHS)

(LOW, UNEASY MUSIC)

(SIGHS)

Hail Mary, full of grace; the Lord is with thee.

Blessed art thou amongst women,

and blessed is the fruit of thy womb, Jesus.

Holy Mary, Mother of God, pray for us sinners,

now and at the hour of our death.

Amen.

(SIGHS)

(DOOR OPENS)

(DOOR CLOSES)

We're now investigating a homicide, so we need fresh eyes.

We're especially interested in locating Grub's watch.

All right, let's go.

(UNEASY MUSIC)

(PADLOCKS CLINK SOFTLY)

(MUSIC INTENSIFIES)

(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC)

(MUSIC BECOMES UNSETTLING)

(AMPLIFIED CLATTER)

(ENGINE RUMBLES)

(ENGINE STOPS, OFFICERS CHATTER IN DISTANCE)

I wanna leave these for Dad.

(CAR DOOR CLOSES) Is that where Dad died?

Yes.

So he went over here?

(CAR DOOR OPENS)

(DOOR CLOSES)

(PADLOCKS CLINK SOFTLY) Can I go down there?

- Please? I won't touch anything. - It's a crime scene. I'm sorry.

You think someone killed him?

Come on.

Has Stephen been in contact with you guys?

- Uh... - No.

Uh, you should know we're now treating Grub's death as a homicide.

- We'll be in touch for statements. - JACKIE: Come here.

- Me too? - Yeah.

What do I say?

Just answer the questions.

(SOFT, UNSETTLING MUSIC)

Hey.

(SHUDDERS)

I hate those things.

Oh, it's just a lizard.

The colour,

it's unnatural.

Freaky little shits.

What's it doing there?

Blood attracts insects; insects attract geckoes.

(SHRIEKS)

(VEHICLE CLATTERS OVER PIER)

(VEHICLE CLATTERS OVER PIER)

(PADLOCKS CLINK SOFTLY)

(LOW, UNSETTLING MUSIC)

(MUSIC INTENSIFIES)

(SOFT, UNEASY MUSIC)

(GRUNTS, PANTS)

(YELLS) Fuck!

(GRUNTS, PANTS)

(BIRDS TWITTER)

- Trying to outrun your demons? - (CHUCKLES) Yeah.

- Must've worked. Got a PB. - (BOTH CHUCKLE)

(GROANS SOFTLY)

(GASPS, SPITS)

(BIRDS TWITTER)

(SIGHS)

- What're you training for? - Coast to Coast.

Longest Day or Two Day?

Oh, I'm giving the Longest Day a nudge.

(CHUCKLES) Mate, you're a sucker for punishment.

(CHUCKLES)

Ah, I need it. Otherwise...

I think I'd go crazy.

Hey, you know what it's like.

(CHUCKLES)

- STEPHEN: In here. - (KEYS JANGLE SOFTLY)

Oh. Sorry, I didn't realise you guys were waiting.

Yeah. Ring next time, eh?

- Hope you're hungry. (CHUCKLES) - Yeah.

Cheers.

(SIGHS)

- Thank you. - Cheers.

(SIGHS)

Listen, son. In future, please don't hold up a police investigation

with your religious practice, all right?

You worship in your own time.

(UNEASY MUSIC)

(CELL PHONE RINGS, CUTLERY CLATTERS)

- (CLICK!) - Tremaine.

Yeah.

You're right to be saying prayers at that bridge.

(WATER SLOSHES) How'd you go this arvo?

Uh, shut the crime scene down.

(SIGHS) Nothing significant turned up.

You?

Yeah, I brought Haggis in for a statement.

Reckons he was home all evening, but

no alibi, as Charlotte was in the restaurant all night.

What doyouthink about this affair?

(CUTLERY CLUNKS)

Well, something was going on.

Spit it out.

- (SIGHS) - (CUTLERY CLUNKS)

So why were you so adamant that it was a suicide

when you knew Haggis had a motive?

It was my professional opinion at the time.

- Haggis told me that you two had met. - Yeah.

Yeah, just in... just in passing.

Don't get into his pocket.

Mm.

(FOOTSTEPS RECEDE)

(CUTLERY CLUNKS)

(CLOCK TICKS SOFTLY)

- OK, thanks. - (RECEIVER CLICKS)

(SCOFFS SOFTLY)

(CLEARS THROAT) The rugby club is expecting usmiddayfor the wake.

They're only catering for 20.

Yeah, I wanna keep it private.

We can do something for everyone else later on.

SOFTLY: Jackie.

Nice suit, mate.

Not sure about the tie.

(INHALES SHARPLY)

Uh, just checking that you want him right beside Marion?

So, uh, what's gonna happen to the farm?

SCOFFS: Oh, Jesus.

We need to talk about it. I'm only here for a few days.

Ryders...

have been on this land 100 years.

It's bleeding money. We're not selling the farm.

- Is it viable? - He doesn't get a say.

Well, you can turn anything round with enough blood, sweat and tears.

I mean it. Dad wouldn't want us to sell this place.

Doyouwanna run the farm?

Doyou?

Andyouclearly don't give a shit.

I think we need to consider all the options.

I had a look at the family trust. Needs to be a consensus.

(EMMA SIGHS SOFTLY)

Em.

(SIGHS)

(SIGHS)

How can we stay here?

I'm glad he was having an affair.

Dad deserved some happiness.

Emma.

'Fuckin' chicken cunt.'

What are you talking about?

You abused Charlotte on the intercom.

I would never do that.

You're a fucking drunk.

I hate you.

(SNIFFLES)

(EXHALES SHARPLY) (SIGHS)

(SNIFFLES)

(BEEPING, WATER GUSHES)

(WASHING MACHINE CONTINUES IN DISTANCE)

LOIS: How will you get through tomorrow?

STEPHEN: I dunno.

(SIGHS)

(AMPLIFIED CLANG)

(UNSETTLING MUSIC)

- Hey, sis. - ON PHONE: Hey.

Yeah, I put that money into your account today.

Also, I called the, uh, repair guy to come and fix the washing machine,

so, yeah, he's gonna be over first thing in the morning.

That's awesome.

- What do you think of those mountains? - They're, uh... They're big.

- Actually, they're massive. - Mean.

- Yeah. - (KNOCKING ON DOOR)

Uh, hey, sis, I'll call you back, OK?

But, uh, love to the kids. And tell 'em that I'm wearing my bracelet.

- OK. See ya. - OK. Bye.

- (CLICK!) - Uh, come in.

He was our golden boy.

And, uh, I just thought it'd be too hard

to put everyone through the wringer of a criminal case.

It was a lot easier to think that he killed himself.

Enough signs pointed that way.

Picking this apart'll divide this town.

We're doing the right thing.

Yeah.

You did well today, son.

Have a good sleep.

- Cheers. - (DOOR SCRAPES)

(DOOR CLOSES)

When are your lot getting here?

(CLOCK TICKS SOFTLY)

They're not.

We split up.

Six months ago.

- Harry's keeping the kids. - (GASPS) Oh my God, Jacks.

(SNIFFLES) I'm a mess.

(SNIFFLES)

(SIGHS)

- Who could've killed him? - (INHALES DEEPLY)

(SIGHS)

Oh...

SIGHS: Dad.

Let's get you back to bed.

(CHAIR CREAKS SOFTLY)

(DOOR CLOSES)

(CRICKETS CHIRP)

(SOFT, UNEASY MUSIC)

(ENGINE STARTS)

(ENGINE REVS)

(ENGINE ROARS)

(UNEASY MUSIC CONTINUES)

(WATER BURBLES, PADLOCKS CHIME SOFTLY)

(MUSIC BECOMES SOMBRE)

(CRICKETS CHIRP IN DISTANCE)

(SOMBRE MUSIC CONTINUES)

(BOTTLES THUNK)

(CLATTER!)

(UNEASY MUSIC)

(MUSIC BECOMES UNSETTLING)

(EERIE MUSIC)

(NO AUDIO)

(BREATHES DEEPLY)

(OMINOUS TONE)

(GASPS SOFTLY)

(LOW, BROODING MUSIC)

(MUSIC CONTINUES)

(NO AUDIO)

(MUSIC CONTINUES)

(NO AUDIO)

(MUSIC INTENSIFIES)

DERMOT: Alone we are born, and die alone.

SOBS: No.

Ride easy, stranger. Surrender to the sky...

(CLATTERING)

...your heart of anger.

(YELLING)

(GRUNTING)

Top blokes.

No, we know them. They wouldn't be happy.

(KATE GASPS)

(DOG BARKS)

That bridge sure has fucked with some people.

- There's been a lot of fatalities? - It's not just the dead.

It's the living.

(PANTS)

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