Top Of The Lake (2013) s01e04 Episode Script

(knocking on door) (blues playing) May I take your coat? I'll keep it on, thanks.
Oh, you won't be cold, I just lit the fire.
I'll take it off later.
- I'm not really dressed for this.
- There you are.
- Cheers.
- Cheers.
I don't have any salad dressing.
Can you whip one up? Okay.
Do you have garlic? Yeah, got a lot of garlic.
Shall I tell you what I came up with last night? Yeah, sure.
I'll just get these out of the way.
- I'll fill your glass.
- Thanks.
I think I know what Tui was trying to tell me.
Look, I think she meant literally "no, one".
As in three or four.
Not one, I think she was multiple raped.
When you think of Tui, what do you see? (sighs) A very lonely, frightened little girl.
Why? What do you see? Well, yeah, I see that, but I'm looking at that frightened, lonely little girl.
You know, sometimes, maybe once in your career a case comes along that fits so tightly that you can't let go.
You know? That's when things start to go crazy.
You dream about it, you can't stop thinking about it and everything around starts to be a sign.
Why do you say that? Well, because I think that, um, Tui's case is triggering history in your life.
I didn't run away from home.
We got those lads, you know.
Fifteen years ago we brought those little hard-ons in.
It was right after you left for Sydney with your mother.
Not a few of us.
All the guys, Matt Mitcham included, we, um, Brought them in and worked them around, we stripped them and gave them a hiding on their skinny little arses.
You know, Mitcham figured out that Sarge was the dirty little start-up so he made him lick the other guys' arseholes.
So does everyone know? Does officer Joy know? (softly) Yeah.
The whole police station? It wasn't your fault, you know.
What happened should never have happened.
We only did what we did because your father wasn't around to teach those dirty little shits a lesson.
Hey Are you okay? Hey, I know this can't be easy for you.
So everyone knows I've been raped.
And those Those arses are just They're just walking about.
No, they were bloody well punished.
Yeah And I had a baby.
Oh, Jesus, I didn't know that.
How old were you? Just 16.
Mum was catholic.
Didn't have a choice.
My girl wrote to me a few months ago.
She wrote on pink notepaper with two doves in one corner.
She really wanted to know a few things about her biological parents.
You know, like, were we into sport or books.
Like her.
What the fuck could I say? 'Cause if I was her If I was her and I found out that my father was one of four rapists and my mother, their 15-year-old victim.
I would want to kill myself.
(crying) I would want to blow my fucking brains out.
And that she doesn't know.
Never has to know.
That's it.
That's all I have to give her.
Every birthday, Every Christmas Her fucking right to innocence.
Fuck the truth, Al.
(chuckles) Fuck the truth.
Was Johnno involved? (laughing) No.
No.
No, he was He was my date.
He was my date.
I need some more wine.
And you? Most of those guys have left now.
They're not around any more.
Not Sarge.
Oh, so you recognised him, eh? I wondered if you would.
Oh, yeah.
Now that he's driving an old rust bucket, you should pull him over and book him.
Okay.
And after that can I kill him? - This is fucking stupid.
- Hey, hey.
Hey.
My sense is that you're just working this too hard.
I think she just didn't want to say.
No.
She's afraid to say.
Hey, hey! I'm going home.
This is stupid.
You don't get it.
- Are you okay? - I'm fine.
You're not gonna drive home.
Where's your keys? I'm all right.
I'm all right.
- Okay, you're not gonna drive.
- Come on, up you get.
(Groaning) (phone ringing) Yeah.
Hello, there.
You feeling okay? Sure.
Robin: Come in.
You might want to shut the door.
What's up? I woke up in your shirt in your bed.
How did I get there? Well, you had blacked out, you threw up on your clothes, so I washed them.
Well, why didn't you put me on the couch? It's completely inappropriate.
Completely.
What's the alcohol content of that red? - I never pass out.
- Oh, this is masterful.
Stop drinking, it works.
Zanic's credit card statement.
Look at March.
There's five dental billings in Auckland.
He wasn't here when Tui got pregnant.
He was getting his teeth done.
Why haven't you asked who wrote the slogans on his hut? Yeah, okay, Miss marple, I know this, all right? We're on to it.
It's happening.
So where did you sleep? On the freaking couch.
Robin, you passed out.
It was my obligation to look after you.
Then why don't I feel like saying thank you? Oh, my guess? You embarrassed yourself.
(slams door) (horn honking) Excuse me! Excuse me.
Can I speak to you? - I'm looking for a Jamie, Tui's friend.
- Who are you? Sorry.
Detective Robin Griffin, Southern lakes police.
He doesn't have any friends.
He doesn't talk to anyone.
He texts.
30, 35 texts.
I've got to go to work.
- Okay.
Where? - Mitcham's.
(Anita sobbing) Tui? Tui? - What are you doing here? - (Sobbing) This is Tui's room.
She could come back any time.
Nobody comes in here.
Nobody.
Get out.
Get out.
Matt, I'm I'm so sorry.
You must be You must be feeling terrible.
Why would I feel terrible? I've not done anything.
You don't mention Tui and I won't mention your boyfriend, Brad.
Brad wasn't my boyfriend.
He was a pet, but he That's enough, enough.
I've heard enough of this.
- Pack your things and go.
- No, no.
No, Matt.
We can sort this in the morning.
You don't put the cups back properly! The handles face out! Excuse me.
I'll get it.
(horn honking) Hurry up, you stupid bitch.
(horn honking) - There! - Ahh! - (crying out) - Stupid bitch! See what you made me fucking do.
- What are you looking at? - Where's Anita? Bunny! Bunny! Hello! Where's Anita? How long do you think you're going to last here, eh? You fucking You are talking through your arsehole! - You won't last in this land.
- Shit's coming out of your mouth.
What? What did you say? Yeah, you.
I'm talking to you, arsehole.
- Talk about arseholes - Shit, just shit, you have shit for brains.
- Excuse me.
- Where do you put your piss and your shit? You put it in my fucking land! - That's where you fucking put it.
- Oh, bullshit! - Your fucking menstrual waste.
- Excuse me! Your fucking Your scum is going right in there.
Menstrual waste? We don't even get our fucking periods! Of course you don't.
You know why? You're unfuckable.
- What's he say? - You're unfuckable.
- You're a dry, useless, fucking bitch! - (Screams) - You, you, unfuckable.
- Yes! - Unfuckable.
- Oh, please! Unfuckable Utterly unfuckable! - I'm calling the police.
- Oh, and you are so fuckable, you shitforbrains.
Woman 1: Oh, my God! Anita! Woman 2: Come back! - Wait, fucker! Do not Get out of the car! - I'll go! Anita, has he hurt you? - Is she all right? - No, she's not all right.
(all talking indistinctly) Fucker! Just fuck you! - Is she all right? - Get her in here.
(indistinct talking continues) I know I'm not supposed to say it, but I want to meet my granddaughter.
She's got a family.
This is what's killing me.
You may not want to see her but I do and I'm gonna look for her.
(mobile chiming) Tui! Tui! Tui! I got lost.
Left the path, I couldn't find it again.
We were just about to call the police.
I have to get home.
This is uncomfortable.
I'm sorry about earlier.
My emotion surprised me.
It's the medications.
Do you really have to go? Why didn't you call if you got lost? - I couldn't, I When I tried, my phone died.
- See you.
I'm sorry, mum.
Okay.
(engine starting) Man: Have you seen Zanic's place? - Guess what? - What? - Not there? - Not there.
- Ah, she'll be dead, but.
- Yeah I'm not saying she's alive or anything.
They just didn't find her.
Well, you didn't find any bodies at Eel Creek, did you? Not playing tonight? (chuckles) Hey! Do you know what the perfect murder weapon is? No, get fucked, that's what I do.
(laughs) Go on, you tell her then, Sarge.
- An icicle stalagmite.
- Ta-da! 'Cause after you stab them, it melts.
It self-destructs.
Old man: You're a good man, eh? You're buddy's mate.
You're buddy's mate.
(stammers) I've got some words for you, eh? There you go.
Fuck off.
I know you from somewhere, don't I? You're not a Sydney girl? Hmm? Too classy for you to be a Sydney girl.
I reckon it's like a picnic races or something.
You don't remember me, do you? (both chuckling) Probably the royal easter show, I'm thinking.
- (mouths) No.
- Yeah? Did we fuck or something? We fucking did, didn't we? (screams) You remember me now, arsehole? You remember me now, arsehole? Do you remember me now? Do you remember me now, you motherfucker? - Get the fuck out of here.
- Fuck you, piece of fucking shit! - (groans) - Fuck you! Robin: Piece of fucking shit! (screaming) (shouting) Fucking remember me now? Do you fucking remember me? You piece of shit! (crying) What the fuck is happening to me? (gasping) What the fuck is happening? (knocking on door) (continues knocking) (siren wailing) - Hi, are you Are you all right? - Yeah.
Um, careful, he's in a mood.
You want to see me? How's life in the teepee? Looks a bit rough.
Al, I'm sorry.
I lost it.
It won't happen again.
No, 'cause you're stood down.
And who'll take over Tui's case? She's dead.
You put your finger out of the window lately? No one can survive out there in this cold.
Go and get some sleep.
And, uh, think about getting back to Australia.
An aggressive cop, and I'm talking grievous bodily harm, It's just not on.
Where are you? Are you dead or alive? (door opening and closing) Johnno: Hey.
Robin: I've blown it.
Al sacked me.
And I'm single.
- You're single? - Yeah.
I'm not a Detective and I'm not engaged.
I'm so angry for her.
Just lie low, and you'll see a lot about how this place operates.
While there's nothing going on we can get to know each other.
No impediments.
It's pretty threatening.
(man talking on TV) What is it? Johnno: Kid.
Which kid? Johnno: I've been keeping an eye on these kids' canoes.
Checking how often they go out.
This means he's been out.
The boy with the hoodie? Yeah.
Watch your footprints.
(strumming guitar) (humming) Hey, you're in this.
Look, school camp.
Oh, yeah, look at that.
Hey, it's your little brother.
His arm's all bandaged up.
What's that? Shit, that's us.
(knock at door) Johnno: You want milk? Can you talk to my boy? Jamie.
What about? He's not normal, he doesn't He doesn't talk.
He collects bones.
He told me there're 206 in the human body.
(loud music playing) I'll leave you to it.
(door closing) Your mum says you won't speak to anyone.
Should she worry? Sometimes when people are silent it's because they're afraid of what they might say.
People can make mistakes, you know.
They can lose their temper and do things they regret.
Is this yours? It's wet.
Have you been out on a kayak? How'd it get wet? (sighs) You know, when very young girls get pregnant, it's often innocent.
They've been with a boy and it's They do things, things happen It's an accident, it's not a crime.
Was Tui your girlfriend? You two ever fool around? You are friends.
Jamie, I know that.
I found your messages on her phone.
I called your number.
You know, Jamie You ought to know the police won't give up on a case like this.
They're not allowed to give up.
Wishbones.
What do you like about bones? (typing) (mobile chimes message alert) Oh, you're a barista.
That's cool.
Congratulations.
Do you really believe in all that shit? (door opening) Hey.
You know that kid who doesn't speak to adults? He doesn't speak to anyone.
I hear he's speaking to you.
We were speaking with him.
Hey, have you done the barista course? Have you done it? I'm doing it.
Teddy: Hug me.
(laughs) Girl 1: They slave us.
Girl 2: They don't actually, they just make them work.
(door closes) Hey, Simone's son, he collects bones.
There's hundreds of them.
And guess what? He's got a pale blue hoodie.
And it was really wet.
What? I just don't remember this being taken.
(romantic music playing) Do you? It's not a good time.
(sighs) Mum made that dress.
(sighs) Your mum.
I remember her face falling when she opened the door to me.
No, it was when she heard your name and she realized you were Matt's son.
She hates him.
She thought you would be just as bad.
Johnno: I remember that kiss.
I do remember that.
Robin: Where'd you go off to? Just didn't want you to know I smoked weed.
You didn't come back.
I had a lot.
I was pretty stoned.
You up for this? Not really.
I was so hurt.
So I decided to walk home.
Johnno: Didn't you see me? I came right after you.
I was waving.
I thought you saw.
Hey, Robin! Robin: I don't remember you waving.
Then that truck pulled up out of nowhere.
(engine starting) I didn't notice how many men were in the truck.
And I didn't see how drunk they were.
(dogs barking) Johnno: I tried to talk my way into the cab.
They threw me in the dog cage on the back.
You came, too? (sighs) There's something I need to tell you.
Is it bad? (mobile ringing) What is it? (inaudible) (sighs) Yeah, I think it's bad.
You're scaring me.
(mobile continues ringing) Don't tell me.
Don't tell me! - Hi! Me.
- You're late.
I brought you dinner.
That's nice.
Hi.
This guy's been ringing for you for a couple of days now.
Says it's important that he talks to you.
He's at the Lakeside Motel and he's come up specially to see you.
- Who is he? - He wouldn't say.
Does he know I'm not a cop any more? Why did I have to hear that from other people? - Who told you? - Al rang to see how you were going.
I had no idea you were sacked.
Jude: What's happening to you? I don't understand the behaviour.
You're not violent.
You're lucky Al stepped in for you.
He could've stepped in 15 years ago.
Then what? A court case? Why not? It happens all the time.
And you know what, I don't give a shit if Sarge is walking around with a grubby bandage on.
I hope he's awake and in fucking pain! Always! Me, too.
Always.
Don't go back to Laketop.
There's too much history for you there.
It's destructive.
(knock at door) Robin Griffin.
You are? Ian fellows, pathologist in Macau.
You got identification? Well, good point.
Uh, a good point.
Huh.
(clears throat) Oh, I hear you're on loan from the New South Wales crime squad.
Who told you that? Your old boss.
What's your opinion of the police here? I don't work for them any more.
That's a side step.
No, actually, it's a step down.
Detective Parker stood me down.
(scoffs) Really.
Well, I can tell you from my experience, they're fucking pathetic.
That's like a lost and found office, With Al Parker as head clerk.
(scoffs) I suggested three cases go forward to Coronial Inquiry.
He hasn't moved on one of them.
Bob Platt, drowned in a boating incident.
They call "accident".
Wolfgang Zanic, suicide with lacerations and bruises I can't make any sense of.
And April Stephens, 13, Hit by a car on Laketop road.
Traces of cocaine in her vagina.
- When was she hit? - Oh, uh Late last year, let me see.
Uh, yeah, November 15.
Cocaine? Where'd she get that? It's not a kid's drug.
That's right, far too expensive.
Was there any evidence of sexual intercourse? Slight vaginal abrasions, And no sperm.
Probably used a condom.
What are you thinking? Ah, Queenstown is a millionaire's playground.
What they want, they get.
Top grade cocaine, prostitutes and I'm adding underage sex.
When I have someone on my slab, They all just become, uh, decaying matter, evidence.
But when a kid's involved, it's different.
I had a daughter who overdosed.
So for me, it's emotional.
Did April have a habit? I don't think so, no.
Her arms were clean.
Apparently, she walked out in front of the car as if she wanted to be hit.
Teddy: Hug me.
(laughs) (horn honking )