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Piripi Williams. Clean Record.

Get anything useful from his colleagues?

We left him there, me and Trent.

Lola wanted to go into town, party.

Piripi wanted to stay and get shitfaced.

Piripi drove there?

She's my great-aunt, Evelyn.

Could you ask her what she wants from me?

(OMINOUS MUSIC)

(DOG BARKS)

Are you sure it's their company doing the construction?

Unless you've got a warrant, you can't come in.

I'm window shopping for a Kiwi bride.

That's your solution ― to marry Frankie?

You've gotta come down to the station.

Senior will be dealing with you, so there's no conflict of interest.

- Ava! - Ahh!

Listen to me.

You can't fuck around with this shit, OK? Listen to me.

(INTENSE, BROODING THEME MUSIC)

(THUNDER RUMBLES)

(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC)

What is going on?

Ava, that bridge is trouble.

OK? It ruins everything.

I meant with you.

Is it the reason that you see ghosts?

I've always had it.

Runs in my family.

- Like a birthright. - It's a... giant pain.

It's a fucking distraction, is what it is.

Evelyn needs some peace.

- The dead are the dead. Just leave them be.

I think she needs to be remembered, or acknowledged.

What happened here?

I made some choices.

And I'm not gonna make those again, Ava.

OK, so just stay away, because I'm not dragging you out of that river,

and I'm not peeling you off of that road.

Just stay away.

(DOOR OPENS)

Sorry I'm late.

It's a busy time.

I didn't kill him.

What were you doing out there?

Late at night?

I go out there and I think about the what-ifs.

(SIGHS)

About how if Ariki had let me end it all, things would be different, and...

why my wife killed my son.

Why didn't you call the body in?

Stephen, it must have gone against all of your instincts.

You think I like sitting at the side of the table?

I have a whole lot other shit going on in my life.

Why would I add homicide to the list?

You tell me.

I don't know the deceased.

- His name is Piripi Williams. - I don't know who that is.

And I don't know why anyone would want to kill him.

You know this town.

(CHUCKLES)

Would you help me?

If I needed it?

(SIGHS)

Trust me,

you don't want my help.

Everything all right?

I discovered the body, didn't call it in.

Well, why the fuck would you?

You find out anything useful ― who's in the firing line?

Come on.

Single malt, neat.

(RINGING TONE)

Daisy. Hey, thanks for those extra air points.

Yeah. I've got a mate. I'm a bit worried about him.

He needs a holiday.

Mm-hm.

(TENSE MUSIC)

(SIGHS)

(SIGHS)

(SIGHS)

(CAMERA APP CLICKS)

(BROODING ATMOSPHERIC MUSIC)

(DOOR CLOSES)

(BAR PATRONS CHATTER)

Why don't you just fuck off?

- Want a smoke? - I'm good. I'm good.

- I'm good. Fuck off. - Hey. Hey!

- Leave her the fuck alone. - Mind your own fucking business!

She's out of it.

(GRUNTS)

(GRUNTS)

What part of consent don't you understand?

(GROANS) Oh, you stupid cunts.

- You OK? - I had it sorted.

Didn't wanna miss out on the fun.

(CHUCKLES)

Let's go get fucked up.

Bit late for that.

(LAUGHS)

You're the best!

You're the best.

(CHUCKLES)

I'm the worst.

The absolute worst.

Hey.

It was all my fault.

- It was all my fault. - What was your fault?

SOBS: It was all my fault. They were fighting, and I left him.

(GROANS)

(SNIFFLES)

He's dead.

They're taking him home tomorrow, and I'm not allowed to see him.

I'm not allowed to say goodbye.

Oh.

Hey.

We'll find a way to say goodbye.

...ki te whanau pani.

Kia tau ai te rangimarie. Kia tau ai te maungarongo.

Ake, ake, ake!

Amine.

E Piripi,

hoki atu ki to maunga.

Hoki atu ki to awa.

Hoki atu ki to whanau.

Haere, haere,

haere atu ra.

♪ Hoki atu ra ki te kainga e...

♪ Hoki atu ra ki te whanau e...

Rere atu ra.

VOICE FADES: Rere atu ra.

Haere, haere...

haere atu ra.

What is your gut telling you?

Facts.

Not feelings.

You're right. Stephen is a cowboy.

But he's not stupid.

At the end of the day, he doesn't have a motive.

- Do we have any movement on that warrant? - No.

I'll keep working my sources. There'll be a way to push through.

But they're powerful players with big allies in their pockets.

Powerful players gotta play by the same rules as everyone else.

Tilly, grab that map.

You're not listening to me, OK?

Caleb, are you upstairs?

My site manager ordered 50 outer shells for the geodesic domes.

And I believe that Darren Gibbston contacted you and made that a priority.

- Caleb? - So you'd... you'd think...

OK.

Excellent. Excellent.

That's excellent. I expected nothing less. Uh...

We look forward to receiving those supplies in due haste.

Yeah. Just get us the domes, OK?

(TENSE MUSIC)

I thought you said the Kennards owned this place.

It's not their name on the title.

Well, whoever owns it, we need to stay off their property.

Gotta 100% do this by the book.

Why do you think they blocked the warrant?

They must have something to hide, right?

- Yeah. That, or they're just arseholes.

We should go back up, along to the boundary fence.

That'll take us back over to the gorge.

No, it's quicker to go through the gully.

We'll come up through here, then we'll come out across from the building site.

We'll get eyes on them from there.

- That's not a gully. - Yeah, it is.

It's a ridge.

Look at the key.

I know how to read a map. I used to do orienteering.

- Oh, well done. I know how to read a map too, Tilly.

(BRANCHES SNAP) (GRUNTS)

Ariki!

Are you OK?

(COUGHS)

(PANTS)

(OMINOUS MUSIC)

(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC)

CHUCKLES: Yeah.

You do not muck around.

Uh, I'm not signing anything until I talk to my lawyer.

You marry me.

I make it worth your while.

It's simple.

- Just give me one moment. Thank you.

They want to ask about the warrant.

Oh, that's Caleb's problem, all right?

OK.

(SIGHS)

(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC)

Where would I sleep?

This is a business arrangement.

(PIANO PLAYS WEDDING MARCH)

Come with me.

Pull the plug. Here.

I think you'll find having access to this kind of lifestyle

is transcendent.

The normal rules simply don't apply.

(CHUCKLES)

Oh, there will definitely be rules.

(WEDDING MARCH CONTINUES)

(FLIES BUZZ)

(GAGS)

(COUGHS)

You all right?

Yeah.

Here.

Just put some on your nostrils. It'll mask the smell.

- Do you ever get used to it? - Nope.

What have we got?

Caucasian male, mid to late 20, partially buried.

It's been there a while.

You seem to have an instinct for finding bodies.

Or do they find you?

Hm.

(OMINOUS MUSIC)

(FLIES BUZZ)

(ENGINE RUMBLES)

(ENGINE SPLUTTERS, DIES)

Are we there?

Not yet, Lola.

We won't be late, I promise.

(RINGING TONE)

You've reached Breakdown South.

You are 15th in the queue.

(BROODING MUSIC)

(PADLOCKS JINGLE)

(DRAMATIC MUSIC)

(ENGINE STARTS)

- Go grab something to eat. Debrief in 20.

- Want anything? - Nah.

(CELL PHONE CHIMES)

(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC)

William Foxton.

27 years old, English.

He'd been missing for a month.

Came over on a two-year work permit. He'd been picking up casual labouring contracts.

- Both tradies. Are their deaths linked?

Could be.

Could also be a sudden death. Twisted his ankle, fell, broke his neck.

But given the close proximity of the building sites, it seems like―

- That logo on his shirt. I've seen it before.

(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC)

Your girl did so good in the paper.

Great photo. Even better article.

- Yeah, Renee's stoked. So are the school.

They raised another 3K off the back of the coverage.

She does us proud. You both do.

How can I help?

William Foxton?

Bill? I love that kid.

He's really turned his life around.

Is he back in town?

I think I owe him a week's pay.

We found his body this morning.

I thought he was up back country.

Knock off some of the Great Walks.

(SIGHS DEEPLY)

Let me know the arrangements. I want to pay to get his body back home.

...under the ground.

So, the cervical fractures, we have C2, C3, C4, C5 and C6.

This is where the spinal cord has been severed,

so that is all absolutely consistent with a fall.

Hey, is there any other way that he could have broken his neck?

Well, yeah, technically, it's not that hard.

So, like an MVA or a sporting accident.

- Yeah. - (CELL PHONE CHIMES)

Do you think the body's been moved?

We're not ruling anything out at this stage.

Hey, that warrant came through.

(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC)

- Can we hurry this up? I need my workers working.

What are you building?

- (PHONE CAMERA CLICKS) - It's commercially sensitive.

- Who's got the key for this one? (KNOCKS)

I gave Trent the day off.

Don't disturb him. He's worked for the last 10 days.

(METAL BANGS)

(DRAMATIC MUSIC)

Did you know it was there?

No.

- No? - No.

OK.

Do you think...

Do you think that Dad put it there to fuck with me?

- Oh, come on, Caleb. He's got bigger problems than that.

He loves you, Caleb.

Really.

We're tight on time, so some expediency would be appreciated.

(DOOR CLOSES)

(CHUCKLES)

So, why was Piripi Williams' vehicle hidden on your building site?

My client knows nothing about that.

He's not involved in the day-to-day management of the site.

More of a big picture overview.

Right. So who is responsible?

Trent Jarvis. J-A-R-V-I-S.

I imagine...

you think you've got a big break in the case.

And I'm assuming your theory is that Piripi Williams was killed

because he rammed a very expensive luxury car at the golf club.

But my client, Caleb Kennard, doesn't own the vehicle in question. His father does.

So it is tenuous at best and lazy at worst to try and pin that motive on him.

Here is the timeline of Caleb's movements on the night of Piripi Williams' death

and these sworn affidavits from witnesses who will confirm his alibi.

Oh, and their contact details for follow-up.

Trent Jarvis and Lola Marshall didn't mention

anything about being with you that night.

Well, that's on them, not me.

Good luck with your investigations.

After you.

So, this is what the law looks like in New Zealand.

I love what you done with the place.

Look, I was in Wellington the whole time

I had meetings at the Beehive, and you can check my Google Calendar, Locations app.

OK. We'll get to that later.

And I don't mean to be a prick, but...

for me to purchase a car like that is no different than you buying a cup of coffee.

Why would I go to jail over a... soy latte?

(SIGHS)

(POIGNANT MUSIC)

(CHILDREN CHATTER)

This is nice. I'm glad we did it.

- Piripi would've it. - Let's find Auntie Lola. - Auntie Lola!

- (CHUCKLES) - Hey.

Do you wanna come back to ours?

Dinner time's carnage, but we can easily squeeze a plate around the table.

Another time. Thank you.

- Where's Mum? - Get you home.

- Mmm... back this way? - (LAUGHS) See ya.

- See ya. - Bye.

(GENTLE MUSIC)

- Surely the ute's a big help. - Yeah.

Someone was hiding it

I dunno. Maybe Piripi hid it.

I found these in his glove box. Named envelopes, all empty.

Any thoughts?

It's a pity Trent and Lola had the day off.

We'll get them in tomorrow.

I rang them, like, six times.

Lamb shanks ― your favourite.

Sticky date pudding.

- Please let me explain. - (SIGHS)

(LOCK CLICKS)

I'm sorry.

I had no other option. I had to get you involved.

(TENSE MUSIC)

(SIGHS DEEPLY)

(OMINOUS MUSIC)

(SPITS)

(SIGHS DEEPLY)

(OMINOUS MUSIC SWELLS)

(DOOR SLAMS)

(SIGHS)

Frankie.

(SIGHS)

(BROODING MUSIC)

- (SOBS) - (BIRD CAWS)

(WIND WHOOSHES, PADLOCKS JINGLE)

(OMINOUS MUSIC BUILDS)

(GASPS)

Hey... what do you know about Noel Kennard?

I thought we went talking shop.

You know, like, keeping work and play separate.

Mm.

- Well, I'm glad you feel that way too. - (CHUCKLES)

And... maybe we can keep the pics for after hours.

What pics?

Uh, the ones you messaged me.

Yeah, I haven't sent you any photos, so...

Uh, they would definitely you.

That's not me.

It's your face.

Why... Why would I include my face? Nobody sends their face.

And I'm sorry, but I hardly know you.

That's not my body. What the fuck is going on?

Who have you told about us hooking up?

- I dunno. Like, a couple of mates. I...

I...

(SCOFFS)

It's Caleb Kennard.

Seriously?

Yeah.

(SCOFFS)

Jesus. He's part of the investigation. Fuck.

This town is too fucking small.

Wait.

You didn't send any photos back, did you?

Fuck, Ariki.

Look, I've tried to call him four times, OK? I've left a message.

He's not picking up his phone. Can you get him to ring me when he gets in?

Who the fuck has a housekeeper?

(DOOR SLAMS)

(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC)

(RINGING TONE)

STEPHEN: Davis.

I know Caleb Kennard is a regular at Vinyl. Is he there?

- (SIGHS) Don't get me involved. - Is he there?

No idea. I'm not working tonight.

(ENGINE STARTS)

(GROANS)

(SIGHS)

(CURIOUS MUSIC)

Hey.

Hey, little guy.

(DRAMATIC MUSIC BUILDS)

- Hey― - I thought this would be better in person.

OK. Uh... sure.

Let's, um...

Drink?

Everything is negotiable.

No, it's not.

Find someone else.

- No, no, no, no, no, no. Hey, Frankie?

Frankie, if this is too good of an opportunity for you to turn down.

Are you really gonna pretend like you don't know what these people are like?

What is going on?

Caleb's been doctoring explicit photos of me and sending them to a friend.

- No. - This is not something that we can negotiate through.

WHISPERS: All this family knows is terms and conditions.

(BAR PATRONS CHATTER)

(BREATHES HEAVILY)

Oh, you little fuck!

(LOUD DANCE MUSIC PLAYS)

You stole my bike.

- Uh... - Get up. You're coming with me to the station. Hurry up.

- About the bike thing or...? - Identity theft.

Oh.

The Frankie thing.

Yeah. OK, um...

I actually... I actually own those images now.

- Yeah, Frankie sent that photo to me. - Yeah. Yeah, of her face.

Yeah, of her face, but it was a photo she consented to be in, and taken on her phone,

she sent to me, and I did the rest, so now I own the images, OK?

I can do with them whatever I want, you know?

It's archaic, maybe, but you know, who can argue with the law?

- I mean, especially not this guy, right? - Are you deaf?

You're coming with me to the station. Hurry up.

I know you might be finding this difficult to understand,

but I've already explained what's happened.

You stole my fucking bike!

You should take better care of your things.

- Hurry up. I'm not gonna ask you again.

You know, you've got such a big ego for someone with such a little cock.

(GLASS SMASHES)

(GRUNTS)

Argh!

Caleb Kennard, you are under arrest for the murder of Piripi Williams.

You have the right to make a statement and the right to consult with a lawyer.

Hey, buddy.

You're making a huge fucking mistake!

(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC)

(CELL PHONE VIBRATES)

(THUD!)

(CELL PHONE CHIMES)

Hey.

Are you fucking kidding me?

No!

I'm gonna have to disclose this at work ― us.

I really need this kept quiet.

I... I don't know what the fallout's gonna be.

Right.

It's been fun.

(BOTH CHUCKLE)

Yeah, it's been something.

I'm sorry.

Yeah. Me too.

(OMINOUS MUSIC)

Ava?

Ava.

Ava?

Ava?

Ava!

Shit! Ava.

Ava. Ava, can you hear me?

(DRAMATIC MUSIC BUILDS)

It's OK. It's OK. I got you.

(SOUNDS ECHO OMINOUSLY)

(CAR DOOR CLOSES)

(BROODING ATMOSPHERIC MUSIC)

(THUD!)

- Did you see them too? - (DISTANT KNOCKING) - Ariki?

Did you see them, too ― Evelyn and Walter?

(KNOCKING)

(KNOCKING CONTINUES)

- What the fuck just happened? - (DOOR OPENS)

What the hell is Caleb Kennard doing in the holding cells?

Shit! - What's he doing there?

Look, I can explain, OK?

Yeah, you better, because not only didn't you dot your I's or cross your T's,

you didn't even begin the paperwork.

Tell me that we have enough evidence to put a billionaire's son behind bars.

Because the last time I checked, we didn't.

Ariki.

VOICE ECHOES: Does this look like good cop work to you, hmm?

Does it?

- (OMINOUS MUSIC BUILDS) - Ariki?

(BREATHES RAGGEDLY)

(SIREN WAILS)

You are meant to be cleaning shit up, not making more mess.

I can make this right.

Might be too late for that.

You guys are both done.

Ariki seems like he's struggling.

I'm gonna get the fuck back up and get on with it.

It was hidden at your building site.

This is bullshit.

You are going to apologise.

How come there's two different sets of rules in this house?

I need to get you evaluated, so sight test now.

Interview Room Two.

Hey, um, there's something you should know.