All language subtitles for One.Lane.Bridge.S03E05.WEBRip.x264

What do they
want, the ghosts?

- I don't know.

I'm done with that shit.

I'm done with the bridge,
the vision, the ghosts.

- Terrible things happen
when you reject your call.

There are worse
things than death.

Like what?

- Like being forgotten.

- The bridge is using
you to pull me back in.

Your being

It's part of life.

- It's always been a
bad thing for my family.

- Well, maybe that
should change.

- I need to be kept out of it.

I don't think I can
do this anymore, Lola.

- You're up against
some of the big boys.

Bullies.

Don't let them push you around.

And Tilly, what's
your read on Darren Gibbston?

- He's not someone
to be messed with.

- I need a tame cop.

Who are you?

- I'm Father fucking Christmas.

- Play by the rules.

- The normal rules
simply don't apply.

You manufactured explicit
photographs of my future wife!

Caleb won't be an
issue moving forward.

What exactly
are we looking for?

Anything
that connects Darren

to either Piripi
Williams or Bill Foxton.

Doesn't
mean it was Darren.

- A bit OTT, the
lights, the sirens.

I assume you're here

about your little search
party at the club.

- We found envelopes in Piripi's
ute with your handwriting

that match the ones with
the cash from the club.

Everything points to blackmail.

- Does it?

All the evidence
is loud and clear.

- Excuse me.

I've got to go make a call.

- You are absolutely right.

I was paying Piripi.

He was doing some cash
jobs for me, moonlighting,

standard practice in this town.

I'd understand if
the tax department

wanted to give me a
slap on the wrist,

but it's hardly worth
locking me up for.

- Yeah, well, it's
not just Piripi.

Yeah, it's Bill too.

- That's a bit of
a stretch, mate.

You'll have problems
trying to make that stick.

- Slow down, baby, slow down.

- I got called into
Julie's office.

She said that there was
fundraising money missing.

Well,
that's ridiculous.

$5,000.

I have to go before the board.

I don't understand.

I have to call Darren.

He's the treasurer.

He'll back me up.

Let met handle Darren.

I could lose my job.

- It'll be all right.

You didn't steal the money,
so it'll all be okay.

Tilly.

- I've gotta go, babe.

I'll sort it.

Detective.

Something for your troubles.

I get them choppered in
once a week from Sam's.

- They're alive.

- They transport
them in seawater,

keeps them nice and fresh.

Oh, come on.

You lot like seafood, don't you?

Stephen's favorite.

- Can't accept gifts.

Hey, we'll be in touch.

- You keep Renee out of it.

- After the
investigation's gone away.

Making myself clear?

- Lots of tradies moonlight.

Makes the most sense.

We're missing the why.

- They fought.

He owed him money.

He didn't belong.

He fucked his daughter.

I don't know, a million reasons.

- Are you talking
about Bill or Piripi?

'Cause it sounds like
you're clutching at straws.

- Why are you so determined
that it's not Darren?

- He's Father Christmas.

- Yeah, and Father Christmas
has a saltwater connection.

- Ow.

- This marriage is
a gateway, Caleb.

He's protecting the
family business.

- That's the problem.

It's not a family business.

- Hey, I'll be right there.

Tell the boss we got
a break in the case.

- You were right about
the bridge, to stay away.

I wanted to give this back
before I leave tomorrow.

- Oh.

- The bridge can't be all bad.

It gave me a friend,

and a family.

- Hey, take care, Ava.

It's, um,

it's not often I get to
meet someone as open as you.

- I see you, Ariki.

Piripi
was moonlighting.

Who for?

- Uh...

- Darren Gibbston.

- You missed your medical.

- There's a saltwater link.

I need a moment with the boss.

- There's not enough evidence.

- Okay, so I've
been seeing things

and I've been hearing things.

And I know Darren's involved.

I don't know how, but
the dots are all there.

It's just working out
how to connect them all.

And Darren has a direct link

between both Bill Foxton
and Piripi Williams.

There has been some
resistance from...

- Tilly?

Is there a conflict?

- I don't know how
close they are,

but there's definitely
been pushback.

I'll talk to her.

And you're happy for me to
continue down this path?

- Yeah, and then your medical.

- Okay.

Have you seen Gardner?

- No.

- Tilly.

What the fuck are you doing?

- Darren's been
fucking with Renee.

Me.

He broke into our house.

He left a pig's
head on our bench.

- This isn't the answer.

- I'm sorry.

I don't know, I don't
know what to do.

Thank you

for not telling Pounamu.

- Yet.

Does Darren have
something on you?

- He's been grooming me

this whole fucking time.

I'm so stupid.

I couldn't look in the mirror

when I hate who's staring back.

I don't like who I've become.

- I get that.

I know what shame feels like.

- This is my home.

But you were right.

Stephen was right.

This town isn't what
I thought it was.

- I can stay, Tilly.

I'll keep watch out here.

- Thank you.

- It's all right.

Good morning.

- Good morning.

Have you decided to tell Pounamu

that I tried to
destroy evidence?

- I can't,

even if I wanted to.

One more fuck up and CIB's
closing down and moving south.

- What?

- Head office seems to think
that this is cowboy central and

can't really blame them.

Whatever happens,

right now, I can't have
you or Renee at risk.

- Have we got
enough to arrest him

for breaking and entering?

- It's all circumstantial.

He left a pig's
head on your bench, Tilly.

- There'll be no proof.

Darren would have got
someone else to do it.

He's good at keeping
his hands clean.

I'm not letting this get
in the way of the case.

- We are getting close.

- If there is a hint of
any more intimidation,

I am pulling rank and
arresting that fucker.

Is she in his pocket?

- No.

- Don't leave her
alone with him.

- Maaka.

Yup, on my way.

Stephen wanted
me to give these to you.

- He's not coming back.

- I thought the only way

Stephen Tremaine would leave
Queenstown was in a box.

Is Gibbston
really as bad as he seems?

Why do you think
we're meeting way out here?

- Why would Stephen get into
bed with that fucking guy?

- He found out Jerry
was Stephen's son.

Secrets,

shame,

all ammunition for
guys like Darren.

Stephen thought he was
doing the right thing.

Just think of all the lives
that would be different

if he'd had the courage
to stand in his truth.

- Ariki William Davis,

youngest child

of William John Davis,

born in Manurewa, South
Auckland, New Zealand,

son of Rarotonga Cook Islands.

I claim my ghosts.

I acknowledge

and honor my second sight

and the bloodlines
it descends from.

Amen.

I own my difference.

Must be
from Darren's yacht,

scaffolding maybe.

- Maybe we can get
it strength tested.

Maybe it violates
some building codes.

- Accounts from Vinyl.

Maybe he was using the
bar to launder money.

There's plenty of
cash lying about.

- I'll send them through to
the financial crime unit.

It's something, but I
don't fancy our chances.

- Slippery little fuck.

I'm sick of people
getting away with shit.

Yeah, we
haven't got enough on him.

- There is more than one
way to make people pay.

- You know this place best.

As long as it's not illegal.

How'd you get on?

- Easy sell.

The story sold itself.

- Summarized all the alibis.

Pop them into a timeline of
the night that Piripi died.

- And Noel Kennard?

- He's in business
with Darren Gibbston

whether he knows it or not.

I saw it the other day
when I was out running.

It didn't make
sense at the time.

It's a weather balloon.

There was one of these
around One Lane Bridge

the night we found Piripi.

- What is it?

- I think it's a satellite.

- Weather balloons
are used to test

the reception of satellites

while they're still
in the stratosphere.

- Hmm.

Maybe they're spying,

harvesting people's data

and selling it to
the highest bidder.

They had enough sway to
have the warrant denied,

so there must be important
players involved.

DS Davis.

- Hey, we found
something of yours.

Thought you might want it back.

- Thank you.

We're still in
the testing phase.

Clearly, this delivery
system needs more work.

- We'd also like to
ask you a few questions

about your connection to
Piripi William's death.

- Look, I'm in the
middle of business.

Later this afternoon,
tomorrow morning?

- Oh, and your partnership
with Darren Gibbston.

You do know you're in
bed with him, right?

Yeah.

Yeah, there's paperwork to prove

he's the silent partner
of Deep South Holdings.

Caleb knew all about it.

- You should probably come in.

You're just in time.

I need a witness.

I believe you two
know each other.

- Uh, congratulations.

- It's not that kind of wedding.

- Okay.

We'll be as quick as we can.

- I'll need to see proof
of Gibbston's involvement.

- Uh, yeah, absolutely.

I'll have Gardner fill
you in on the details.

Hey, it's Davis.

Hey, can you email me a copy
of the council paperwork

for Deep South Holdings
and Construction?

Right, thanks.

- Are you okay?

Yeah, yeah.

- Yeah, if you wanted to swim,
you could have just asked.

- Get him a towel.

- We're also gonna need
the security footage

from the night that Piripi died.

- You're gonna need a warrant.

- No, no, we have
nothing to hide.

What the
fuck is going on?

The pool,
it's saltwater.

And Trent and Lola are
involved, I know it.

How the
hell do you know that?

- It's complicated.

And

it's feelings, not facts.

I see things, visions.

- Like,

what, ghosts?

- Mm-hmm.

The past, present, premonitions.

- Jesus.

Why didn't you tell me?

- I've wasted so much time
running away from who I am.

I'm not wasting that now.

Piripi Williams was
drowned at Sky Palace.

We're getting the water tested.

Your movements put you at Sky
Palace and One Lane Bridge

the night that he was murdered.

You moved his body.

You staged it as an accident

and you dumped him in the river.

Makes sense considering how
many people die out there.

Call your lawyers.

Did she confess?

- Lola's sticking to her story.

- I know they were involved.

- How do you think
Darren fits into this?

- I think it's just
a big tangled mess.

- Security footage just
came in from the Kennards.

What the fuck?

They were fighting.

No one mentioned that.

Tilly?

The first
I've heard of it.

It's a positive ID.

- Are you happy for
me to make the arrest?

- Yup, foot on the gas.

We still need Bill
Foxton's killer.

- Yeah.

Shit just got real, Jarvis.

You'll enter a plea and
they'll set a court date.

- I didn't kill him.

- Plead guilty.

It'll be an easier route.

How'd you get caught
up in all this mess?

Were you involved in the
death of William Foxton?

- No.

Darren
Gibbston did that.

It seems like the heavy-handed
tactic he'd go for.

- I'm not a narc.

- Are you involved in the
death of William Foxton?

No!

- Are you sure?

Are you sure that you didn't
move Bill's body, hmm?

Dumped him in the
middle of nowhere?

A bit of a practice
run as it turns out.

Did Darren Gibbston pay you?

Did he kill William Foxton?

- We just did the cleanup.

- Darren Gibbston,
you're under arrest

for the homicide
of William Foxton.

- You have the right
to make a statement.

You have the right
to consult a lawyer

in private and without delay.

- Nothing's going to stick.

- Got an advanced copy.

That's you, right?

Motherfucking Christmas.

You went into
business with Darren Gibbston.

- He controls the
supply lines...

- Against my express permission.

- I shouldn't need your
permission to do my job.

- The guy is a fucking pudding.

- Your ego is getting in the way

of you making smart
business decisions.

- He's as shady as his products.

And if you can't see that,
you're a fucking moron.

- I'm done.

- You are not done.

- There's no room for me, okay?

There's no room
for me here, dad.

It's all about you.

You don't fucking see me.

You never have and
you never will!

You suck up all the oxygen.

- We're family.

Family is never done!

- You're a terrible
fucking father.

I'll get your satellites
off the ground

and then I'm
fucking out of here.

Piece of shit.

- Hi.

Yeah, I'm calling about the
team job that you have going.

Uh,

yeah, I can be there
in a couple of days.

- We didn't do it!

We didn't do it!

Please, fuck!

We didn't do it!

Look, it was an accident.

He slipped and he fell.

- That's not what
the evidence says.

- He was drunk and
he fell in the pool.

We just moved his body.

I called you.

I called you on the marina.

I couldn't handle the thought

of him being in the
water all night.

- You had every opportunity.

- No.

Caleb was freaking out.

He kept saying that if
anyone found out, his dad,

it would ruin everything.

We had no choice.

Please.

Please, no.

Please.

- Open cell four.

It's fake.

It's Trent drowning
him in the footage.

But look, the
reflection in the glass.

Yeah, the fucker's done editing.

Why are you protecting
Caleb Kennard?

He killed Piripi and
he framed you for it.

- He has all the power.

- You have the right
to make a statement,

the right to consult a lawyer
in private and without delay.

This is a mistake.

Caleb, do not say anything.

- Security files are falsified.

- You have a track record
for doctoring images.

You were fighting
with Piripi Williams

about fast tracking the build,

and Piripi didn't wanna do
it, so you pushed him in.

You drowned him.

- You threw everything
away over a nobody,

an absolute nobody.

- Oi!

Piripi Williams is not a nobody.

He was someone's son.

He was someone's father.

He had people that loved him,

a family.

Ariki.

- We're gonna need that
original security footage.

- You'll need a warrant.

And I will call the consulate.

There will be loopholes,

and these amateurs
will have fucked up

somewhere along the line.

We will get him off.

- This investigation
was done by the book.

Let them have it.

- You need a warrant.

- This will be a lot easier
if you just hand this over.

- I want this circus done with.

- I am not giving
up on your son.

- You give them what they want.

Give them,

just give them
anything they want.

- He's going down.

Shit.

- Phone, phone.

Fuck off!

Yeah, I need the chopper at
the construction site now.

What the fuck do you mean the
supplies were substandard?

I paid top dollar for this.

I'm not building an
empire on faulty goods.

Replace them.

Replace them all.

It's cheap.

It's all false.

How'd you think we
get it so quick?

Fix this, Gibbston.

Fix it now.

I'm not having my
project compromised.

Ah, fuck off!

Fuck off!

- You have no fucking idea.

You ruined everything.

- Fuck off, old man.

- Everything!

You're
not going anywhere.

- Noel Kennard just released
the original security tapes.

Nice work, team.

- Darren Gibbston
killed William Foxton.

Pushed him.

The safety railing failed.

He knowingly supplied
substandard product.

We'll get him, one
way or another.

- Head office will be pleased.

Makes the future of this
department a little more secure.

- Thanks,

Pounamu.

- We've got another
body at One Lane Bridge,

an Ava Cannington.

- Are you sure?

- We've got a positive ID.

Heading out there now.

- She's a friend.

It's a conflict.

It's just an accident.

It's just an accident.

It's just an accident.

Adiki?

- Hey, what happened?

Hit and run.

She died instantly.

She wouldn't have
been in any pain.

- Jesus.

Did you find
anything in her hand?

It's so weird.

There was a tooth.

Adiki?

- You took Ava to punish
me for turning my back!

I'm here if this
is what you wanted!

No more.

You got me.

And I'm writing a new story.

Evelyn McDonald, Walter Schmitt

loved in secret and died in
shame, together for eternity.

Julia Simpson,
loved the outdoors.

Lily Bennett, David Bennett.

Taylor Mackenzie, Justine
Brown, class of 2015.

Andrew "Grub" Ryder, beloved
father and man of the south.

Doug Turner,

my best mate.

I'm sorry that I changed
everything when I saved Stephen.

I just didn't know what to do.

Ava.

Ava,

I won't forget you.