03x01 - Shake Up

[bunniefuu]

- I'm working this case.
I'm gonna find the perps,

and I'm gonna put them away.

- My town, my rules.
- That's not the way the world works any more.

Whose side are you on?

I don't know what
I'd do without you.

- Oh my God. You're Joe's dad.
- I can explain.

You're a corrupt piece of sh*t.

I've got all the answers
you're looking for.

(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC)

(WHOOSH!)
- Argh!

Sorry, Steve. But working on your son's
case - there's no coming back from this.

(BEEPING)

Lois Tremaine, I'm arresting
you for the m*rder of Joe Turner.

You'll have to look
after the bridge.

- WHISPERS: No.
- Terrible things happen when you reject your caller.

(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC)

(CLANG!)

(DRAMATIC MUSIC)

(MUSIC FADES)

(PADLOCK CLICKS)

(MYSTERIOUS MUSIC)

(HAWK CRIES)

(MUSIC CONTINUES)

(DRAMATIC MUSIC)

(ZAP!)

(GROANS)

(ZAPPING CONTINUES)

(CLOCK TICKS)

(ZAPPING CONTINUES)

Court is in session. The Crown versus Lois
Tremaine in the homicide of Joe Turner.

(HUSHED CONVERSATIONS)

(INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS CONTINUE)

WHISPERS: It's about to get
thrown out. Conflict of interest.

So every single piece of evidence,

Lois' confession
is all inadmissible,

apparently.

- The prosecution agree that this case cannot proceed to trial.
- (SCOFFS)

Case dismissed. (BANGS GAVEL)

- Kua hiki te kooti. E tu katoa.
This court is adjourned.

All stand.

WHISPERS: What the hell
were you and Stephen thinking?

WHISPERS: The fact you got promoted
off the back of this is a joke.

(TENSE MUSIC)

(MUSIC CONTINUES)

(MUSIC BUILDS)

(CARTS REV)

(MEN WHOOP)

- Wonderful!
- (MEN WHOOP)

I'm glad. I'm glad to hear
this. Very glad to hear this.

OK. Thank you. Bye-bye.

OK. Let's go.

We need to bring the
build forward by six months.

- What are you talking about?
Dad, that's my call.

That's the build ―
that's my call, not yours!

We're already maxed out. We can
deliver it safely or on time, not both.

It's not up for discussion.

Dad, listen to me. You're
undermining my position here.

Hey. Hey.

I wouldn't do anything
that you couldn't handle.

- Go handle it.
- WHISPERS: Seriously, Dad.
- Don't do it now.

- You need to keep those boys safe.
- WHISPERS: He's coming over.
- Just keep those boyssafe.

- Hey, guys. How are we going?
- BOTH: Yeah, we're good.

- Money's not gonna be an issue here, OK?
- Great.

Whatever you need,
we're gonna get it for you.

OK? We're thinking some nice
bonuses and stuff like that.

- We've got supply issues, safety. It's never gonna happen.
- It's gonna be fine.

We're OK. We're OK. Just relax.
It's all good. It's all good.

- Listen to your friend. Listen to your friend, OK?
- Come on!

This is business. This is
how business works. Calm down.

Leave it. Just leave it, Piri.

Ooh.

Play by the rules.

(INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS,
PHONE RINGS)

(INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS CONTINUE)

Why are you a cop, Davis?

Duty, service, purpose.

You worked your
best friend's homicide.

Lapses of judgement like that
don't belong in the police.

What kind of role model are
you for other Pasifika cops?

Yeah.

I can blame Stephen, this town...

but,

you know, I have to...
own my bad choices.

I've a lot to prove ―

I won't make the same mistakes again.

Right.

No active duty until I
know what to do with you,

with this station.

(INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS)

You still got a job?

Depends on how
the restructure goes.

At least Stephen had the
decency to fall on his sword.

Stephen stood down
and never came back,

trying to save face.

It's not the same thing.

(POIGNANT MUSIC)

(MUSIC CONTINUES)

(MUSIC CONTINUES)

So a Big Mac combo, a meatball
sub, tuna-and-avocado sushi?

- And a miso.
- And a Coke.
- And some ketchup.

- (SIGHS)
- Ariki.

Wakatipu Heights Golf
Club ― minor prang.

After the food run.

Hmm.

That's gonna cost a b*mb to fix.

Yeah, I think he can afford it.

Is that Noel Kennard?

Noel! Noel!

I got the police to here in case you
wanna make a claim or press charges.

Tomorrow ― Harper's
organised a tow truck.

(DOOR SLAMS)

I got you a meeting at the Beehive,

- and the flight leaves in an hour.
- Why the f*ck did she get the cops involved?

I don't wanna see her again.
- Jesus, Dad.

Let her do her f*cking job, OK?

Fine ― Caleb gets
to keep his plaything.

Grow up.

(LAUGHS)

(HELICOPTER WHIRRS)

- Any security footage?
- Our patrons prefer privacy.

And I asked around,
but nobody saw it happen.

Mm.

He's a bit of a tricky customer,

so do you mind just
keeping me in the loop?

Do you need that sorted?

(CHUCKLES)

(CLATTERING)

You should be made to
pay for what you did.

(PAGES RUSTLE)

You think I can stay here ―

after everything that's happened?

(DRAWER CLICKS)

Take it.

It belongs to you.
- I'm done with that sh*t ―

- I'm done with the bridge, the visions, the ghosts.
- Yeah, well,

maybe the bridge
isn't done with you.

WHISPERS: Look at that.

I smashed the tooth. It's over.

I won't be here,
Ariki. I can't protect you.

Not my problem.

(CLATTERING)

You are making a big mistake.

(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC)

(MUSIC BUILDS)

(VAN ENGINE DRONES)

(VAN ENGINE REVS)

(POP! VAN RATTLES)

(VAN ENGINE RATTLES)

(VAN ENGINE CHUGS)

(VAN ENGINE CHUGS)

(VAN DOOR SLAMS)

(CONTEMPLATIVE MUSIC)

(MUSIC CONTINUES)

(BIRD CALLS)

(BIRD CALLS)

(BIRD CALLS)

(VAN ENGINE STARTS)

(FRIDGE DOOR CLICKS)

(CAN CRACKS)

(SIGHS)

(TRAFFIC WHOOSHES)

(INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS,
BASSY MUSIC PLAYS)

(INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS,
BASSY MUSIC CONTINUES)

(BASSY MUSIC CONTINUES PLAYING)

(MUSIC FADES)

(POIGNANT MUSIC)

(MUSIC CONTINUES)

(MUSIC CONTINUES)

(SIGHS)

(GROANS)

(SCOFFS)

(FOOTSTEPS CRUNCH)

(FOOTSTEPS CRUNCH)

(FOOTSTEPS CRUNCH)

(CLATTERING)

(SIGHS)

(FOOTSTEPS SCUFF)

(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC)

(MUSIC BUILDS)

(SIGHS)

(MUSIC CONTINUES)

(CHUCKLES)

(CELL PHONE RINGS)

(CELL PHONE CONTINUES RINGING)
(CHUCKLES)

You should answer the phone.
- Yeah, I was thinking. Oh!

- (CHUCKLES)
- Argh.

Davis.

Wait. Who is this?

You're breaking up. Can you repeat?

What kind of disturbance?

Hello? Hello?

Are you still there? (SIGHS)

Hey, it's Davis.

Yeah, I'm calling in a disturbance
at One Lane Bridge.

I can't ― no active duty.

Yeah, I'm sorry ― no can do, mate.

WHISPERS: sh*t.
It's probably nothing.

I'll do the initial scope.
Just stay on comms.

Justice never sleeps.

WHISPERS: Yeah. Rain check?

Yeah.

(TENSE MUSIC)

(MUSIC CONTINUES)

(MUSIC CONTINUES)

(DRAMATIC MUSIC)

(PANTS)

(MUSIC FADES)

(CLATTERING)

(FOOTSTEPS SCUFF)

(PANTS)

(GRUNTS)

(SPLASH!)

(PANTS)

(GASPS)

(INTENSE MUSIC)

(MUSIC CONTINUES)

No tooth.

No ghost.

You didn't die here.

(MUSIC CONTINUES)

Hey, it's DS Davis.

Yeah, I'm calling in a body.

One Lane Bridge.

(WIND WHISTLES)

(BIRDS CHIRP)

- What are you doing here, Davis?
- I was first on the scene.

I got a tipoff. Night shift were
slammed with a multiple MVA.

- What have we got?
- Floater.

- Any idea who called it in?
- Burner.

They ditched it before
I could call back.

Didn't recognise the voice.

So this is One Lane Bridge.

Why do so many people die here?

Not all of them do.

Want me to show you?
- No, no, you're on traffic control.

Morena.

Mana whenua will place
a rahui here later today.

But until then, please treat
this crime scene as tapu.

Be mindful round the
tupapaku ― the body;

no food, no drink, no shortcuts.

Full documentation ―
everything by the book.

(POIGNANT MUSIC)

(MUSIC CONTINUES)

(MUSIC CONTINUES)

(MUSIC CONTINUES)

(CELLO MUSIC)

(FOOTSTEPS CRUNCH)

(DOOR CLICKS)

(CANE THUDS)

(TINKLY MUSIC)

(MUSIC CONTINUES)

(TYRES SQUEAK)

That is not actually good enough.

You have 24 hours.

How did it go?

Did you get your workers in line,
meet the new delivery schedule?

Yeah. Yeah, it's
all under control.

Good man.

A double espresso.

So, how was Wellington?

Underwhelming.

(PLAYS BLUES RIFF)

(PLAYS BLUES FLOURISH)

- Dad.
- No.

Hey, I've, uh... I've had an idea.

I thought I smelled burning.

(PLAYS BASSY BLUES MUSIC)

(CLICK!)

(BIRDS CHIRP)

(VAN MOTOR IDLES)

- Any chance I can sneak on through?
- What was that?

Any chance I could
sneak on through?

- Oh, it shouldn't be too long.
- Please.

I'm starting a new temping gig.

Is there another way round?

Nah, it'd probably
be quicker to wait.

It's a cool van.

- Staying up at Paradise.
- Oh yeah?

Just you?
- Yeah, just me.

- Mm.
- And the open road. It's complete freedom.

So... who looks out for you?

The universe.

You are such a cop.
- Well, yeah.

That's the general idea.

(INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS)

There's a few different
sets of prints,

but this one definitely doesn't
match the victim's shoe tread.

You've got a good eye.

You think he was partying...

fell in, whacked his head?

That's one possible scenario.

The tyre tracks over there
suggest only one vehicle,

so did his mates
just leave him here?

Well, only one set of tyre tracks doesn't
mean there weren't other vehicles present.

I can scan those too
once I'm done with these.

Great. You're a fast learner.

(INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS)

(CLICKING)

(WHIRRING)

You can grab some
of his stuff. Here.

Thanks.

(CLATTERING)

(CLATTERING)

(RUSTLING)

(CLICK!)

(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC)

WHISPERS: Ow.

(INTENSE MUSIC)

(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC)

(MUSIC CONTINUES)

(MUSIC CONTINUES)

(TINKLY MUSIC)

(MUSIC CONTINUES)

- Hey.
- Heya.
- Hey.

Where's Piripi? He needs to
be part of this conversation.

- He hasn't come in yet.
- Oh.

OK. Well, where is he?

Oh, he mentioned yesterday,
he might go on an early supply run.

I can get him up
to speed. It's fine.

Do that. Further
to our discussions ―

new plans; how to fast-track
on the build.

Right. OK.

OK, yeah, you see,
the membranes are made to order.

Offshore, OK, so that's
two to four months to make.

Delivery, install.

It's a lot.
- OK.

Well, I guess you
should get cracking.

- Hey, guys. Come here.
Come here, guys.

We're all in this together, OK?

- This is a team effort.
- Yeah.
- Team effort.

Hey.

- We got it. Yep.
- Good job, guys.

WHISPERS: He makes me sick.

Ariki!

I need fingerprints and dental records to go to
SVI. Call them and see if they've got a match.

Hey, Senior? Can I get
you to sign this off, please?

- SVI?
- Special Victim Identification.

So, what does she think happened?

Accident.

Dude got drunk, tripped,

whacked his head; stupid.

You don't think someone else could have been