♪
- Excuse me! Excuse me!
Your Honor! - Ow!
- Oh, you!
- [Chuckles, clears throat]
Uh, welcome, uh, e-everyone,
to this inaugural excursion of the Brokenwood Flyer.
The culmination of years of hard work and planning
by the many dedicated
ferroequinologists of Brokenwood.
- [Coughs] - [Clears throat]
- That's, uh, fancy talk for
iron-horse enthusiasts.
And I'm sure you all know that already.
I'm sure you also know
that we wouldn't be here today without the sheer grit,
determination, and fundraising stamina
of two of the Brokenwood Vintage Railway Society's
leading lights, Rosalie Barnes and Shane Griffin!
They have committed years to this exciting project,
and today is the day when it all comes to fruition.
[Train whistle blows] - Oh, my God!
- What'd you do that for?
- You know what Bloom's like.
He'll prattle on all day if you let him.
Mrs. Baker's already in a flap about getting away on schedule.
- I always thought there was a touch of
Mussolini about that woman.
- Hey?
- Makes the trains run on time.
- No, I think Rosalie's the one who's pulling the strings.
- Eh, as usual. - You sound bitter.
- I'm not bitter. - No?
You've spent three years pretending
to have an all-consuming interest in vintage trains,
hoping to catch Rosalie's glad eye,
only to find out that the woman of your dreams
has taken up with a sap of a man half your age.
- Shane's not half!
Anyway, you can talk. You--
- [Train whistle blows] - All aboard!
- ♪ When these days are over and the hills are smoking ♪
♪ Meet me right back here ♪
♪ I had a dream last night ♪
♪ We were riding on a silver train ♪
♪ So good ♪
[Indistinct conversations]
- Oh!
- Well, congratulations. You did it.
- With a lot of help. - [Laughs]
- If Regan's father hadn't come to the party when he did,
we'd still be back at the cake-stall-and-raffle stage.
- [Laughs]
- How are we doing for time?
- Oh, relax. We're all on track.
Oh! "On track."
[Both laugh]
♪
- By rights, it should be me driving.
You know that, don't you?
- How do you work that out?
- It's in the blood.
Dad was a railwayman 50 years.
- Handy with a shovel was he?
- The only reason it's you and not me...
you haven't got the upper-body strength
not for any hard yakka.
♪
- Ah. Hey.
♪
There's nothing quite like it, is there?
- Hmm? - The romance of train travel.
- If you're not in a hurry.
It's only 20 minutes to Little Lake by car.
This will take twice as long.
- Well, yeah, but that's not really the point, though, is it?
- It's why they closed the line in the first place.
It wasn't needed.
- Devil on horseback? - No, thanks.
- Oh, no, thank you.
♪
- What the hell's that?
- Eh? - There's something on the track.
- Just look.
Oh, geez! That's not something!
That's somebody! Stop the bloody train!
[Train whistle blows]
[Screeching]
- Oh!
- What? - Hmm?
Why have we stopped?
♪
- What the hell do you think you're doing?
You could have got yourself killed.
- Oh, like you care.
Just go ahead and kill the planet instead.
- Give me strength. - Unbelievable.
- Lily McKelvie, what silly game are you playing now?
- It's not a game. This is a wake-up call!
- What's-- It's the middle of the afternoon.
We're already awake.
- Coal is killing the planet.
Coal is killing the planet!
- What's all this? - Coal is killing the planet!
- Somebody call the cops. - No, no, no.
- Coal is killing the planet!
- I will not have her ruin
Rosalie and Shane's-- I mean, everyone's big day.
I'll deal with you up at the lake.
Come on. On the train. - No, you can't make me.
- You'll do as you're told
or you'll make things worse for yourself.
Come on.
Come on!
- Don't touch me.
- Poor thing.
Are you okay to keep going?
- We can swap places if you're feeling a bit fragile.
- No, no. I'm fine.
- Ooh!
Come on! Back on the train!
[Hissing]
♪
[Train whistle blows]
♪
- It's just a hobby for you lot, but you're not thinking.
- Oh, you don't want to know what I'm thinking, young lady.
- Coal is killing the planet.
Coal is killing the planet.
- If you think the biggest threat to the planet
is a quaint little train in Brokenwood,
your head's on wrong.
- No, you just don't care 'cause you'll be dead soon.
- No, no, no. Alright, Chatty Cathy, wrap it up.
We're almost at the stop for Little Lake.
[Train whistle blows]
Everyone off and follow the path.
You can't miss it.
- This is going really well, I think.
- Where's Rosalie?
- Oh, she'll be somewhere tutuing with her frock.
- Having a sneaky cigarette more like.
- No, no, no, you go with the others.
She wants to make a big entrance.
I'll find her.
♪
Rosalie?
You there?
Rosalie?
[Sighs]
♪
Rosalie?
♪
[Clicking]
[Cellphone vibrates]
♪
- Mrs. Baker.
♪
- [Sighs]
[Beeping]
- [Cellphone rings] - Ooh.
Mike?
I don't want to be rude, but now's not a good time.
I'm trying to find a runaway bride.
- Uh, I might be able to help you with that.
♪
[Indistinct conversations]
♪
- What's all this carry-on. Is someone getting married?
- That was the plan, yes.
- Did you know anything about this?
- All I know is I was supposed to get fed.
It's hungry business shoveling coal.
- Oi! Don't touch.
- You reckon the bride's done a runner?
- I sure wish I'd done a runner on my wedding day.
- I don't know.
She's a fine figure of a woman, is Trudy.
- [Scoffs]
- Ah, thanks for keeping everybody here.
- It wasn't hard. They were expecting a picnic.
I haven't said nothing about Rosalie.
I wouldn't know how.
- Uh, we'll handle that. Uh, next of kin?
- Oh, um...
Oh, Regan,
Rosalie's daughter, and Shane, the groom.
- Excuse me.
- Thank you, Mrs. Baker.
You've done a good job. - Thank you.
- Uh, w-what's the story?
- Uh, we just need to interview everyone
about a recent... incident.
- Oh, right. That jumped-up little madam on the tracks.
You think she'd be old enough to know better.
- Right. Just hold that thought.
- We're treating your mother's death as suspicious.
She may have simply just fallen from the train,
but we need to be sure about it.
- Okay.
- And we need someone to give us a formal I.D.
- Um, that should be me.
- If you don't feel up to it, we can ask Rosalie's fiancé.
- Her what?
- The wedding was going to be a surprise.
Rosalie's idea.
I would have been happy with the registry office.
- When was the last time you saw Rosalie?
- When the train had stopped.
She'd-- She'd gone up the front to get
changed into her wedding dress.
I thought she might need a hand with the fiddly bits.
Everything alright in there?
- Go away. You're not supposed to see me.
It's bad luck.
- So you didn't actually see Rosalie?
You just spoke with her through the door?
- Yeah.
- Did anyone witness the exchange?
- No, I doubt it. Everyone else had left the carriage by then,
trying to work out why the train had stopped.
- We must have stopped just in time,
and then everyone got off to see what was happening.
- Including Rosalie?
- I really can't remember.
There was... a lot going on.
- More than you realized?
- What? - The surprise wedding.
You had no idea?
- None.
- But you knew that your mother and Shane Griffin
were in a relationship?
- Everybody knew. Mum had been raving about it for months.
But Shane made her happy.
For the first time in her life, I think.
- So, neither Regan Barnes nor Shane Griffin
remember seeing the victim after the train stopped?
- Well, Shane said he'd talked to Rosalie
through the toilet door
and then got off the train with the others.
- And Doug and Ron were busy letting rip at Lily.
- I talked to Doug.
- Pinko greenie, and she was lying on the tracks
like some sort of damsel in distress.
And she gets up with a placard and starts waving it around,
going on about coal and the planet.
God knows what she was trying to achieve.
- So, what did the "pinko greenie"
have to say for herself?
- Huh. Not much.
- Lily McKelvie, 145 Old Creek Road.
Date of birth-- 27 March 2008.
And that's all you're getting.
- She seems very well-trained for an 18-year-old.
Are we sure she was acting alone?
- Uh, I'm afraid Mrs. Baker is in a bit of a state.
Any idea when we might get the all clear?
- As long as they've given their initial statements,
everyone's free to go.
- Oh, lovely.
- Uh, just not on the Brokenwood Flyer.
We still need to inspect the carriages.
- Ah, I see, I see. I'll see what I can do.
Um, what's the point in being mayor
if I can't rustle up a council coach when we need one?
- And, uh, Lily McKelvie.
Don't worry about her. She's coming with us.
- Okay.
- Oh, here, let me give you a hand with that.
- Oh.
Thank you, Ron. Got it?
- Yeah.
- See, Doug? That's what a gentleman looks like.
♪
[Cellphone rings, vibrates]
- Well, hello there. - Mm! You sound relaxed.
- Not at all. Slugging it out. You know how it is.
- Well, I need you to find what you can on a Lily McKelvie.
We want to know if she has any kind of record
of involvement in climate protest, that sort of thing.
- For you, I will clear my desk.
- And give the board a wipe while you're at it.
We're gonna need it.
♪
[Cellphone beeps]
- [Sighs]
- So, Doug and Ron are in the engine cab
with no access to the carriage, and everyone else is in here.
- Black roses.
Bold choice.
- And then, at a certain point,
Rosalie moves to the front of the carriage...
to change.
- But ended up down there.
♪
Before falling-- or being pushed--
onto the tracks while everyone else was
preoccupied by Lily's protest.
- Or so they want us to believe.
♪
- What if the offender wasn't one of our travelers?
Someone else got on board the train before it left Brokenwood
and waited for their chance to attack.
- Risky, with nowhere to hide. There's only this one cubicle.
- Yeah.
And a black rose for a corsage.
Slightly weird.
♪
[Light thud]
"For R.
You know what this means."
♪
- Next step--
handwriting samples from everyone on the train.
- Mm. Uh, what did you find on Lily McKelvie?
- Yeah. Brokenwood's answer to Greta Thunberg.
Her socials are dedicated to protest content.
- Nothing about today's protest?
- If you're going to go to all that trouble to stop a train,
you'd want the world to know about it, right?
You'd be live-streaming
or at least making sure someone was there to record it.
- Well, perhaps somebody did.
- Or maybe the protest was just a diversion.
- Well, whatever happened, it went down fast.
The Crime Stoppers report about the body on the tracks
came through at 2:47.
Not long after, the train moved off again.
- Who did that report come from?
- Well, someone who saw something,
but didn't want to get involved,
called it in anonymously.
- Well, Lily might be more forthcoming now
that she knows that somebody has died.
Oh, um, Gina's gonna be expecting one of us soon,
so fight amongst yourselves.
- Heartbreaker.
- Uh, w-was that you volunteering?
Nice one.
- Thank you.
♪
[Door closes]
- I'm assuming you weren't
actually tied to the tracks.
- I'm not an idiot.
- Did you have any help getting into position?
- Lying down isn't hard.
At my age, anyway.
- Hmm. Um, no one to cheer you on?
- No.
- Thanks for your phone, Lily.
Who's Noah?
At 2:45 p.m., you got a text,
just two words, "You okay?", from someone called Noah.
- He's my boyfriend.
- Did he know about your protest?
- No. - Then why the text?
Why those words, "You okay?"
- He was just checking in, I guess.
Just that's the kind of guy he is.
- Tell me a bit more about him.
♪
- I cannot be precise about the time of death.
- No, I get it, Gina. Usual terms and conditions apply.
- But when I arrive at the scene,
what we call the tracking of the eyes had not begun.
And pallor mortis was not complete.
It can only have been a matter of minutes.
15 or 20.
- That's pretty precise.
- What do you mean? I am very precise.
- Yeah, of course, but you just--
- Do you think my job is easy?
- No, but you just--
- You want me to hand you the bone saw?
Knock yourself out.
- No. I'm good.
- Good. Now cause of death.
See here?
One significant impact wound,
and the number of small scrapes and bruises
along her right side.
- She died when she hit the rail track.
- Not necessarily.
What does this tell us?
- She bounced.
- [Sighs]
Mike would understand.
- Well, Mike's not here, so...
- Perhaps she was fatally hit on one side
of the head and then...
- Thrown from the train and landed on the other side.
- Very good. Now-- Oh, we have a guest.
- Come through.
♪
- That's her.
That's my mum, Rosalie.
- Thank you.
- Was it quick?
- Very.
- If you'd like, we can give you a--
- Has anyone told dad?
- Hayden Barnes, as in Barnes Farming Supplies.
Uh, Regan's father and Rosalie's ex-husband.
Sims is with him now.
- [Bell dings] - Excuse me.
I'm here for my daughter.
- You must be Mr. McKelvie.
- Troy.
- Could you get Miss McKelvie, please?
- Of course.
- Come on through.
- I'm Bridget, Lily's grandmother.
Where is she?
- Uh, she'll be here soon.
- You do realize she's only 18? - Oh, yeah.
Old enough to be charged with breach of the peace.
Uh, not today, however.
We're letting her off with a warning.
- You just thought you'd scare her
by keeping her here all afternoon?
- Hey, kiddo. - You alright, love?
- Can we go, please?
- Your granddaughter has been helping us with our inquiries
into a suspicious death.
A woman died on the train that was stopped by her protest.
- She didn't say anything about that when she rang.
- Uh, does the name Rosalie Barnes
mean anything to you?
You were close.
- Used to be. Old school friends.
We traveled overseas together.
It was a long time ago.
H-How did it-- W-What happened?
- We'll be releasing a statement in due course.
- Right. I-I should go.
- Uh, Lily told us that she was in a relationship
with one of your farmhands.
- Noah. Noah Dunphy.
- If you see him, could you tell him to get in touch?
- Why do you want to talk to Noah?
- We'll explain that when we see him.
- Alright, I'll-- I'll pass that on.
Thanks, love.
- It's hard to believe.
Uh, she had a big train launch this afternoon, I thought.
I thought she'd be swilling champagne all day.
- I have to ask you this.
Where were you around 2:45 p.m.?
- Quarter to 3:00. Uh...
I was here. Yeah, you can ask Dan.
- And when was the last time you saw Rosalie?
- A few weeks ago.
We met to sign the divorce papers.
It was all very amicable, if you're wondering.
[Car door opens]
My daughter-- does she know?
- Yes. She identified the body,
so she may need some support.
- Alright. I'm here. I'm here.
It's gonna be okay.
- I did some research on the McKelvies, found this.
Bridget and her best friend Rosalie
protesting the closure of the Brokenwood railway line
way back in the '80s.
The line was closed anyway, but the track was never pulled up.
- And then, 40 years later,
Rosalie is the driving force behind the Brokenwood Flyer.
- Mm-hmm.
Which was bitterly opposed by Bridget's son, Troy.
He was pushing his own plan to turn the track
into a cycle trail.
- Mm-hmm.
♪
- Well, it was either restore the rails or pull them up.
Council had been shunting that decision down the track
for about 30 years.
Excuse the pun.
I'd have done the same
if I'd known what a kerfuffle it would turn into.
- What swung it in favor of the vintage railway?
- Well, in a word, Rosalie.
She was a bit of a steam engine herself,
if you get my drift.
- A hard woman to say no to.
- It helped that she had Hayden Barnes' money behind her.
Before the divorce, I mean.
Though I imagine she, uh, took a good chunk of it
with her when they split.
He bought the engine and carriages,
paid for the restoration.
- Troy McKelvie must have found it hard to compete.
- He just couldn't promise the investment we were looking for.
Whatever he had himself
he sank into buying up land along the tracks.
Had some grand scheme for accommodation and a café.
Actually, I've got it here somewhere. Um...
Yeah.
"How are you expected to pay for it?"
"I have no idea."
- This is the McKelvie farm here.
- Yeah, what's left of it.
Troy's been selling bits off,
trying to claw back his investment.
- Uh, do you mind if I get a copy of this?
- It would be a pleasure.
Follow me, young man.
Brand-new photocopier.
Very flash. Voice-activated.
And copy.
Gotta-- You have to say it right.
And copy.
[Chuckles] Annoying.
- I might just, uh, use the old digit there.
[Beeping, whirring]
♪
- Trudy, does a Noah Dunphy drink here?
- Friend of yours, is he? - It's a professional inquiry.
- Thought so. Don't make me say it.
- It's not narking if he hasn't done anything wrong.
- Sure.
- Lena.
- On my tab.
- What was that you just did?
- Well, you know what a tab is, don't you?
- No, the nose-tappy thing. What's that all about?
- Trudy knows. That's all that matters.
- Okay, so, Noah comes in with his mates every now and then,
and, you know, well, he's always hitting on me.
- I mean, I got there, and there was just nothing.
Nothing-- - Two pales and a hazy.
- Thanks very much. Appreciate it.
- [Laughs]
- Thanks again.
- Do you like cats?
- Yeah, cats are, uh...
Cats are cool. - Cool.
I have a catsuit at home.
You know, I mean, like, for special occasions.
- Okay. Uh, that's-- that's, um...
That's interesting.
- Yeah? Thanks.
- Lena?
- [Laughs]
- I thought you said he hit on you.
- He did. He said I was interesting.
And he's cute. I mean, not--
- Not as cute as Chad.
- Oh, you think so too?
- No, I just-- - But, then, no one is.
But he is a little bit bad boy, which is nice sometimes, right?
- Thanks, Lena. - Yeah.
- Oh. Hello.
- Are you here for that pizza for Shane?
- Well, normally, I would have cooked him something,
but I don't know.
I can't seem to settle. I'm all aquiver.
- It's all good.
- Mrs. Baker, how is Mr. Griffin holding up?
- Do you really need to ask?
Oh, I'm sorry.
I know you're only doing your job,
and that's how the police mind works, isn't it?
The nearest and dearest are the biggest suspects.
But I am telling you, Shane is one of nature's gentlemen.
He wouldn't hurt a fly.
- And, uh, Hayden Barnes.
Would you say the same about him?
Well, that's a different story.
♪
- Thanks.
- So, it's hard to say if it's intel or just gossip,
but according to Mrs. Baker,
Hayden and Rosalie's split wasn't as amicable
as he tried to make out.
- We get lots of those. - [Indistinct conversation]
- I am not a bloody ATM for your pet project!
- Oh, grow up!
This is bigger than us.
- Us? What "us"?
You've already got yourself a new toy boy.
- Is everything alright?
- You're welcome to the gold-digging cow.
Good luck to you.
- Obviously, Rosalie liked her men younger.
She had 10 years on Hayden, as well.
- Did Hayden know about Rosalie and Shane's wedding yesterday?
- He didn't say,
but Mrs. Baker insisted that no one knew about it,
not even her own daughter, Regan.
- Check in with Shane.
Find out if he or Rosalie got any more aggro from Hayden.
Or the McKelvies, for that matter.
- Oh?
- Well, Lily clearly isn't a fan.
And Rosalie and Troy
were practically feuding over rival schemes.
Uh... [Clears throat]
This is the McKelvie farm,
and this is the additional land
that Troy bought for the tourist development.
- Right next to where Lily stopped the train.
- And Bridget's old friend Rosalie was killed.
♪
- What do you got? - Noah Dunphy's
still not responding to my calls,
but that could be because he has a history of prior arrests.
Disorderly behavior, assault.
- Assault on who?
- Was related to a protest action.
A bit of pushing and shoving on the front line of a march.
- A climate protest?
- Coal, mining, oil.
Anything that messes with the environment,
he's against it.
- So his text to Lily
moments after her stunt was in no way a coincidence.
Gotta go.
Uh, Lily, I was hoping you could help us.
- I've already told you everything.
- We've been trying to track down Noah, but we can't--
- Yeah, me too.
So if you see him first, let him know from me that we're done.
Okay?
♪
[Car door closes, engine starts]
- I think the kids call it ghosting.
- Ah.
- Was there something else you wanted?
- Yes, actually.
- Why are you so interested in Noah?
- Well, he's Lily's boyfriend.
Uh, for now.
It's reasonable to assume that he knew about her protest
Maybe he filmed it.
I mean, after all,
you know, what's a protest these days
if it isn't all over the Internet?
- Well, it's a bit of a stretch
to go from being a protester to a murderer, isn't it?
- Uh, we had an anonymous tip-off about Rosalie's body.
Whoever made that report may have seen more
than they initially shared.
- Right.
- The incident happened very close to your land.
Did either of you see anything out of the ordinary?
- I was here making jam,
head down over the kitchen bench.
- I was up in Old Creek paddock, fixing some fences.
Nowhere near.
- Meanwhile, your daughter was tying herself to railway tracks.
- Mm-hmm. - Did you know about that?
- Uh, she's always up to something.
I thought she was just going to wave a sign.
- We've always encouraged Lily to think for herself.
She's so compassionate and engaged,
and that's something to be admired, isn't it?
- Yeah. Chip off the old block, perhaps.
Do you think, uh, Lily's protest was inspired by this?
- [Chuckles] Well, you'd have to ask her.
- You had your own reasons to oppose the vintage railway.
Your failed development plans.
- Oh, come on.
- Must have been very frustrating.
Well, not to mention expensive.
- We lost that fight ages ago and accepted it ages ago.
- Why are you giving me and my mum the third degree?
We weren't even on the train.
Shouldn't you be chasing the people who were?
- All lines of inquiry are being explored.
Which is why I'm going to need a handwriting sample
from each of you.
♪
- There you go.
Not going to win any awards for calligraphy with that.
- Thank you. Sorry to disturb you.
- That's fine.
Anything to help find whoever hurt Rosie.
- Can you think of anyone who might want to do that?
- No. No. She was wonderful.
She was very caring, very passionate.
Although, her passion could rub some people up the wrong way.
- Like Hayden?
- If Rosie had dumped me, I'd be devastated, too.
- How did you and Rosie get together?
- Well, there was no overlap,
if that's what you're getting at.
- Understood.
- We were both on the committee for the train project.
Lots of long nights and weekends and...
I keep thinking she's going to come out of the bedroom
or bring me a glass of wine.
- You and Rosie weren't the only ones
who gave a lot to the rail project.
Hayden Barnes made a huge commitment, too, didn't he?
It was his money that--
- No, it was Rosalie's money, as well.
That's what marriage means-- sharing everything.
- I wonder how much Hayden shared
with Rosalie in the divorce.
- Mm. And who's in line for it now.
- Yeah, I'll chase up the will.
But, Regan, you'd think, and probably Shane?
And they were both on the train.
- Shane may have been the last person to talk to Rosalie.
- Mm. The romantic toilet-door exchange.
- But what did he do after that?
- Yoo-hoo!
- Mrs. Baker.
- I was wondering if I could get my things from the train.
My clipboard and whatnot.
I've got another wedding this weekend.
I can only hope that that couple hasn't caught wind
of my involvement with this debacle.
R.I.P., Rosalie, obviously.
- Your timing is immaculate, Mrs. Baker.
Uh, we're in need of your insight.
Please, come on through.
- Oh! Ooh!
It's all a bit thrilling, isn't it?
Actually being part of a murder investigation.
- Uh, could you talk us through what happened?
Starting at the beginning.
- Well, um, Ron and Doug were at the front.
- Anyway, I should drive.
I've seniority. - Seniority?
What you have is being scared of hard work.
- Uh, we're not so worried about them.
- Uh, can you remember where everyone was on the train?
- Um, well, the catering was in this one.
And then we were all in the back.
There was some... general mingling.
[Indistinct conversations]
♪
- Do you recall where Shane Griffin was?
- Oh, um, he was mainly talking to a friend.
Fellow train geek.
They're a special breed, those fer-nin-ninquinologists.
- Uh, Shane told us he went to speak to Rosalie
through the cubicle door when the train stopped.
- Oh, yeah, that sounds about right.
He was the only other person on the train
who knew what she was really doing.
I'll tell you what.
It wasn't easy keeping that a secret.
- S-Sorry.
So was Shane with you when you got off the train
or was he still back with Rosalie?
- I remember him turning up at the tracks.
- It's not a game. This is a wake-up call!
- What's-- It's the middle of the afternoon.
We're already awake.
- Coal is killing the planet.
Coal is killing the planet!
- What's all this?
- I can't be certain
how long he was on the train before he joined us.
Lily was very distracting.
And he...
No. No, no, no. Not Shane Griffin.
He would never.
He was such an integral part of the planning.
There was a theme. I had it all worked out.
Champagne flutes-- tick.
Doilies-- tick.
Flower...
Ooh, what in the blazes are those?
I was very clear with that florist what I wanted.
I'll be having strong words with Jenny Munro--
- I quite like them, actually.
- Really? - Mm.
- No, they were not from me.
Definitely not part of my catalog.
And besides, black roses are a terrible omen for a wedding.
They symbolize death.
- Would Rosalie have known that?
♪
- That note could have been attached to the flowers.
- And I know where else I've seen black roses recently.
♪
- I'm not much of a flowers man,
but I imagine these are pretty rare?
- Yeah, I suppose.
- So if a bunch of black roses were to show up in the vicinity,
chances are they would have come from your garden?
- There are florists in town, you know.
- Sure, but I'm talking about a hand-picked bunch,
tied with a ribbon, delivered with a note.
Is this your writing?
- Yes.
- It's an interesting message,
given that black flowers symbolize death.
Is there anything you want to share, Hayden?
- Look, black roses don't just symbolize death, okay?
They're transformation, new beginnings,
endings, farewells.
Yeah, I know I'm not exactly the type,
but Rosalie planted this bush.
She told me all about it.
She would have known what I was saying.
- Mum was wearing one of the roses on her dress.
She wouldn't have done that if she thought dad
was being threatening.
- You told us you weren't at the launch
and that you hadn't seen Rosalie for weeks.
- Dad couldn't handle actually being there
and seeing her with Shane.
Can you blame him?
So I said, "I'll drop the flowers off."
- Right. - [Cellphone vibrates, rings]
Uh, excuse me.
[Beep]
Gina.
- Will you be okay?
I've got to take my car to the garage.
- See you soon. - Everything alright, bub?
- Yeah, just a service. Uh, should only take a few hours.
- For me, nothing can beat the appeal of a steam train.
The Trans-Siberian Railway is on my bugger list.
- Your what?
- My bugger list.
You know when you say, "Bugger it, let's just do it"?
It's a very common expression, Mike.
I'm surprised you don't know it.
- I think you mean "bucket list."
Things you want to do before you kick the bucket.
- But what has the bucket done to you?
- Well, it's a saying.
- Well, anyway, the Brokenwood Flyer--
it's not of the same league, of course,
but one day, I hope for a ride.
Now I have something I think you'll like.
- Fire away.
- When I looked closer at the two head wounds,
I found something interesting.
Metallic fragments in both of them.
- So the murder weapon was metal.
- Same as the railway tracks.
Same age, same wear, same rust pattern.
- Rosalie was hit with a length of rail iron?
- A small length.
Unless the offender was very strong.
♪
- Mrs. Baker can vouch that everyone got off the train
at the same time as she did, except for Shane Griffin.
- Oi, you lot! Anyone home?!
Hello?!
Oh. You want to talk to this guy?
- Noah. You are a hard man to find.
- Not really.
♪
Get in.
- Oh, piss off. - Not for me, you idiot!
You have to talk to the police or they'll think you killed her.
Look, he knows his rights, so don't try anything dodgy, okay?
- Wouldn't dream of it.
- Just 'cause he has priors
doesn't mean he's done anything wrong.
Ghosting your girlfriend isn't technically a crime.
- [Sighs]
- It was one text. The timing was freaky.
It doesn't mean anything.
- You weren't exactly in a hurry to talk to us, though.
- So you're saying, despite your prior history of protest action,
you had no idea what your girlfriend was planning to do?
- Look, the real target should be the freight trains
carrying the coal from the mines,
and she's out here
trying to shut down a vintage train.
It was pathetic.
I was almost embarrassed to be involved.
- So you were involved.
- Uh, no comment.
- It is weird that there's nothing on the socials about it.
- So if we checked your phone,
there wouldn't be any footage of Lily's protest?
- Lo and behold.
- He obviously was in one of the trees by the line.
- There's Doug and Ron exiting the engine cab first.
- Everyone else piling out of the carriage.
- Mrs. Baker.
Mayor Bloom, all the others.
- Alibi's confirmed. That's something.
There's Regan, but where's Shane?
- He said he was checking in with Rosalie.
- Yep. Wait for it.
So Regan gets back on briefly, presumably to alert her mum.
And there she is, stepping back off, followed by Shane.
Which means he's getting off the train
a good minute after everyone else.
- Enough time? - If he worked fast.
You can't see the back of the train from this angle.
- Why would he want to kill someone
he's supposed to be marrying?
- Well, I followed up with Rosalie's lawyer.
Shane is a main beneficiary in the will, as is Regan.
- Is this all the footage?
- According to Noah.
- I stopped recording when Lily got taken onto the train.
- And did you see anything else or anyone else?
- No. - We'll need your phone.
- And there was nothing unusual in his call log.
- Uh, ditto his search history.
- So if Noah is to be believed,
he wasn't the person who called Crime Stoppers.
- Well, he said he took off once Lily was
on board the train.
- Where did you go? - Back home.
- Well, Lily told us you were ghosting her,
so presumably, she couldn't find you there.
- I didn't stick around for long.
I-I went to a mate's place.
- Well, we will need to speak to that mate.
- Well, you can't. He's in Sydney.
I needed some space to myself, so I crashed out there instead.
- Why did you need some space?
- To work out what I was gonna do?
- Dump Lily and leave town.
- Well, you make it sound worse than it was.
Look, I was-- I was over it.
This train thing was the last straw.
I just wanted to bail without more of Lily's drama.
- Yeah, I'm not sure I'm buying that.
- Agreed. Where is he now? - At the McKelvies'.
But we told him to stick around.
- Good.
- ♪ Me and my locked-down baby ♪
♪ We had a ticket on a silver train ♪
[Squealing]
- Down here, you reckon? - Yep.
Clear line of sight to the tracks.
- The train would have obscured whatever was happening
to Rosalie at the back of it.
Uh, once it moves off, though...
Thanks, guys.
[Train whistle blows]
- Oi! - What? Am I not allowed to?
- Not on my train. It's protocol.
- Hardly the worst thing that's happened on your train,
is it?
- If Noah was still close by after the train moved off,
he would have been able to see Rosalie's body.
- But he claims he didn't make the Crime Stoppers report.
- But he might have seen her dead.
- Or he committed the crime himself.
Could the phone have been on a tripod?
He left it here while he boarded the train.
- Mm, the footage was pretty shaky.
Had to be handheld.
- Or he was working with someone else.
He gave them the camera while he went to the train.
- If he is hiding something, what's his motive?
♪
- Sorry, I don't know what else I can tell you.
- Well, what I can tell you is that we've got footage
that confirms your story about being last off the train.
- Okay. Good.
- What I'm interested in is what you were doing
before that point.
- I told you, I was talking to Rosalie.
She was changing, and I thought, after that,
she'd probably have a cigarette, so I left her to it.
- It's not a game. This is a wake-up call!
- Here you are. You have to help.
- With what?
- Mrs. Baker is yelling at someone.
I don't know what's going on. - Okay. I'm coming.
Everything on Mrs. Baker's schedule
was timed to the minute,
so I knew she'd be in a flap at the delay.
- Sorry, what schedule?
- Yeah, nothing left to chance.
It's like holding on to a little piece of her.
Which is silly, I know.
But I can tell you that when I spoke to Rosalie,
it was around 2:35 p.m.
Changing time.
- Uh, can I take that?
- Um... - You'll get it back.
- Sure.
I can e-mail you a copy of that, too, if you like.
- Thanks.
- Why is it so important to know when I got off the train?
Mrs. Baker said you might go down that route.
- We're following all lines of inquiry.
- You've got this so wrong.
- That's another branch of the old rail line.
- That's right. It was never part of the restoration plan, though,
so most of the tracks were pulled up years ago.
- How were they disposed of? - Mm, no idea.
I suppose it would have been taken off for scrap.
- Mm. Thank you. - Mm.
- Was that Regan Barnes?
- Yes. On bereavement leave, of course.
Poor thing. Just popped in to get a few things.
♪
- Hello.
- Hi, there.
- You alright? - Yeah.
Just, uh, taking a walk.
Helps me think.
Am I right in thinking
that this used to be the old Johnson Sawmill line?
- It's going back a bit, but yeah.
- It's Troy around, by any chance?
- Well, he's out just now, but he shouldn't be too long.
- I'm happy to wait.
- Oh, you better come up to the house, then.
- Oh, well, if you insist.
♪
- And this is where you tell me I haven't changed a bit.
- Apologies. They caught my eye.
- Oh, that's okay.
I took a long stroll down memory lane last night.
- This is you and Rosalie? - Mm.
- You, uh, obviously had some adventures.
- Oh, Rosalie-- she was the adventurous one.
She talked me into all sorts of things.
Here's one of us on a roller coaster somewhere.
The look on my face.
- Is this Troy?
- Mm-hmm.
- He was born overseas?
- Poland.
- And I hope you're not going to ask me about the father.
- No.
- No, that was the end of the adventures.
Well, the start of a new one, I suppose.
- Parenthood.
- Solo parenthood.
I moved home when Troy was a few months old.
Moved back in here with Mum and Dad,
and they were remarkably-- mm--
non-judgmental, given the circumstances.
- And Rosalie?
- Mm...
three years in New York,
two in Paris, and God knows where after that.
We lost touch.
Our lives were... so different.
♪
- Shane mentioned he went up to the cubicle
just after the train stopped?
- I guess so.
- What? You didn't see him go?
- I saw him come back, if that helps.
Everyone else had got off by then,
so I got back on to find him.
I told him Mrs. Baker was stressing out and he should go
and see what was up.
- And did he? - Yes.
But I got off before him.
- So there was a time when she and Shane
may have been the only two people in the carriage.
- You don't think...
- No. We're just trying to establish a timeline,
that's all.
But if you do have reason
to believe that Shane wanted to harm your mother,
then you should tell us.
Regan?
- Mum was super-rich, and Shane is super-broke.
The only thing he has is thousands of dollars of debt.
- I don't know where Troy's gone to.
He should be back by now.
- [Cellphone rings, vibrates] - Oh, sorry.
Sims. - Regan Barnes is suggesting
Shane Griffin has money issues.
- I see. Mm... bring her in.
- Copy that. - Mm.
- I'm just calling Troy.
- Tell him I'll catch up with him another time.
♪
[Clicking]
[Door closes]
It's a big call you've made, suggesting
that Shane Griffin killed Rosalie for her money.
- I didn't say that.
- No. You stopped just short.
- I don't want to believe it, but the facts are the facts.
I thought you should know.
- Uh, this debt of Shane's-- how do you know about it?
- I work for the council in the rates department.
Shane's house is owned by his dad,
who's in a dementia care unit.
But he hasn't paid his rates for the last 20 years.
- And Shane is responsible for that?
- He has power of attorney. - But no way of paying?
- Well, it's nearly 200,000.
The council's been talking about forcing the sale of the house.
- Well, if Shane wanted access to Rosalie's money,
surely marrying her would get him that.
- It was still her decision what to do with it.
Maybe she didn't know about the debt.
She never mentioned it. - Why didn't you tell her?
- And lose my job for breaking confidentiality.
- Did Rosalie ever mention changing her will
to include Shane?
- Not to me.
She did, though, didn't she?
- But whether Shane knew that is another question.
♪
- This way.
- How'd you get on with the council?
- I'm still on hold. - [Music playing]
But they said my call is very important to them.
- Be quicker to walk.
Hmm. Uh, talk to Shane.
See what he has to say for himself.
- Yes, I'm afraid dad did let things get out of hand.
I don't know if it was his dementia
or just sheer bloody-mindedness.
- How's that? - Well, there was
a dispute with the council over a boundary line.
Years ago. Dad used to get pretty worked up about it.
- So he stopped paying his rates.
- Yeah.
- Did Rosalie know about the debt?
- Yeah, of course. We didn't have any secrets.
- Good news, I think. Case closed.
No, our case, not yours. Or is it?
Closed, I mean.
I mean, I wouldn't know, would I?
How could I? I mean, could I? No.
Sorry. [Cellphone beeps]
- I've been talking to the council about it,
been paying it off in installments,
but it's just-- it's all the interest and the penalties.
That's the real kicker.
- I bet.
- Uh, that was DSS Shepherd calling from the council office.
Your father's rates debt was paid in full today.
A scheduled payment from the account of Rosalie Barnes
with the reference "wedding gift."
- [Breathes deeply]
Wow.
♪
Thanks. - Thanks.
- It was Regan, wasn't it?
Who told you about the debt.
I knew she didn't think much of me,
but I didn't think she'd sink to that.
- Well, she's just lost her mother.
She's looking for answers.
- I feel sorry for her. They never really got along.
Rosie was a wonderful woman,
but motherhood was not her forte.
She was always finding fault with Regan, with--
with her hair and with her clothes
and with her attitude and...
- Mothers and daughters, eh?
- The last big blow-up was a few weeks ago,
We'd asked Regan to meet us for a drink,
and, well, I was running late.
- I don't believe this.
You're a sad, old, miserable joke.
- Darling, I'm trying to help.
- No, you're just trying to control me!
What's new?!
- Regan! Regan! Get back here!
- What was that about?
- Oh, a man.
- Did she say who the man was?
- Oh, I didn't think it was my business.
I'm not her father.
♪
- I wouldn't like it
if my mother tried to dictate my love life.
- You don't have a love life.
- You don't know that.
- No, I think I do.
- Anyway, that's not the point.
I'm just saying I wouldn't like it,
but I wouldn't bash her over the head
with a piece of railway line.
- I don't think Regan went that far either.
Noah's video and all the other evidence suggests
that she didn't get the opportunity.
- Shane, on the other hand. - Senior?
- Uh-huh.
- Yeah, Mama said you wanted to see me.
- I was out your way.
I thought a chat might be useful.
You've probably seen our search team
working along the railway tracks.
- Yeah. - Yeah.
We need to extend the search into the surrounding properties.
There's a chance the offender has disposed
of the murder weapon somewhere in the area.
- Right.
What was the weapon?
- We're still ascertaining that.
If you have no objections,
I could come out with a team this afternoon,
take a look around?
- Yeah, go for it. Be wasting your time, though.
- Yeah, very likely. It's, uh, all part of the job, though.
- If that's it, then. - One more thing.
You said you were working on a fence that afternoon.
- Yeah. - Did anyone see you?
- Yeah. Jock Wilson.
He's got the neighboring farm.
Uh, laid up with a broken ankle.
But, uh, gave me a wave around, um, 3:00.
- Huh. Good to know.
♪
Hey, Sims, get your gum boots.
♪
[Cows moo]
♪
They look like railway tracks to me.
- Yeah, they were, uh,
lying around out by the road for years.
Bloody eyesore. [Clang]
Nobody wanted them, so, uh...
- So you decided to help yourself.
- Thought they might come in handy one day.
- I had a mother-in-law
that was like that with ice-cream containers.
- [Laughs]
- So, I had a word to Jock,
and, yes, he does remember seeing Troy working
on the fence at exactly 3:00.
He knows it was 3:00
because he just turned on the wireless to listen to the news.
- Yeah, that's Jock-- old school.
- Then I got a full rundown of the day's activities,
starting with Wordle first thing in the morning--
he got it in three-- through till 5:00,
when he sat down to watch "The Chase,"
which is when he happened to glance out the window
and see Troy still at it.
"Hard worker. That boy needs feeding up."
It's chicken soup from Jock's freezer.
- Yeah, tah!
- Thanks again for your time. - You are so full of shit!
- Lily-- - Piss off and leave me alone!
- Any idea what that was about?
- Yeah, young love.
♪
- They were just lying there? - Mm.
Undisturbed, by the look of the weeds.
Then again, someone could have just slid one out from the back.
- Those things weigh a ton.
- If you're going to use it as a weapon,
you'd want to cut it down, right?
- There were tools in the shed that could have done that.
- Who had access?
- To the rails? Uh, Troy, Bridget, Lily, Noah.
- Or anyone who knew where they were
and wanted to point the finger at the McKelvies.
- Yeah, maybe.
- I'm wondering how quickly I could get from
the crime scene to the Old Creek Paddock fence line.
- Where Jock saw Troy working at 3:00 p.m.
- Well, Lily's protest stopped the train here at 2:40.
It moved off again five minutes later,
and Rosalie's body was reported on the tracks at 2:47.
So if Troy's our man,
he had less than 20 minutes to get from
point "A" to point "B."
Is that even doable?
- There's only one way to find out.
- ♪ She a baddie, with the sauce ♪
- Okay, here we go. - ♪ Like a boss ♪
♪ Like a boss - Ready.
- ♪ With the sauce - Set.
- ♪ She reppin' Mana Wahine like a boss ♪
- Go! - ♪ She a bad Mana Wahine ♪
♪ Bad Mana Wahine ♪
♪ She the Bad Mana Wahine ♪
♪ Bad Mana Wahine ♪
♪ She a bad Mana Wahine ♪
♪ Bad Mana Wahine ♪
- Come on, man. We don't have all day.
- ♪ Bad Mana Wahine ♪
♪ She a bad, with sauce ♪
- ♪ She reppin' Mana Wahine like a boss ♪
♪ She a baddie with the sauce ♪
♪ She reppin' Mana Wahine like a boss ♪
- ♪ She a bad Mana Wahine ♪
♪ Bad Mana Wahine ♪
♪ She a bad Mana Wahine ♪
♪ Bad Mana Wahine ♪
- 22 minutes, 43 seconds.
- [Gasping] - Too slow.
So unless Troy McKelvie can run like Usain Bolt,
he probably didn't kill Rosalie.
♪
You know, I got to say, I thought you'd be faster.
- It was soft underfoot, challenging conditions.
Usain Bolt couldn't have run like Usain Bolt in that terrain.
- Okay, then.
- Hang on.
Is that...
Going somewhere, Noah?
- We thought you were told not to leave town.
- I had to get away from Lily. She's doing my head in.
- Not having much luck with this hitchhiking thing, are you?
- No, this is, uh-- This is perfect.
You guys were going to be my first stop.
- Good idea.
♪
- Too bad on me.
♪
- Right. Noah, what have you got for us?
- Uh, well, I may have not given you
the full picture earlier.
- Come on! Back on the train!
♪
[Train whistle blows]
- When the train left, I didn't know what to do,
so I started heading back to the house.
You know, she's Lily's nana. They give me a place to stay.
I felt like I owed them some loyalty.
- So that's why you didn't tell us,
but did you tell Lily?
- What? That her nan's a murderer?
Yeah. Yeah, I did... eventually. Well, you saw how that went.
- You are so full of shit! - Lily--
- Piss off and leave me alone!
- She didn't want to believe me.
There's no coming back from that.
It's better to just hit the road.
- So, she was protesting about coal trains,
then got run over by a coal train?
Karma can be cruel at times.
- Well, that's not quite...
Frodo, you know I can't comment on an ongoing investigation.
- Yeah, no. Of course.
- Excuse me.
Regan. I just wanted to thank you for bringing Shane's
rates issue to our attention.
- No worries.
- You might not be up with the latest,
but the debt has been paid off.
- What? - By your mother.
Um, scheduled payment.
A wedding gift.
- That must be a relief for Shane.
Excuse me. Uh, I have to go.
- [Cellphone rings]
- Sims.
- A witness has Bridget McKelvie at the scene.
- Yeah, I'll be there.
[Beep]
We have a witness that puts you with Rosalie's body
after the train left.
- What witness?
- Are you denying that you were there?
- Okay, alright.
Despite everything, I wanted to see the lion in action again.
And the train moved off while I was watching, and...
and that's when I saw her.
- Did you see anyone else there?
- No.
- A report was made to Crime Stoppers around that time.
Was that by you?
One last act of kindness for your former friend, perhaps?
- If we checked your phone, would we find evidence of that call?
♪
- Yes.
It was me.
♪
Well, I couldn't just leave her there.
[Clicking]
- After what you'd done.
- What? - Well, you had motive.
Your conflict over the railway line.
- Access to the likely murder weapon on your property.
- And opportunity.
You were there when the train stopped.
Did you climb aboard and murder Rosalie Barnes?
- You might want to call a lawyer, Ms. McKelvie.
♪
- Well, that feels like the closest
we're going to get to a confession.
- What we have is only circumstantial,
and I think Bridget knows that.
- Mm. How did she know that the train would stop
or that Rosalie would be at the front of the carriage?
- Maybe the details of Lily's protest
are in the family group chat?
- Mm. Let's find out how chatty they were.
♪
- I've just called dad. He'll be here soon.
- That's fine.
Lily, how much did your nan know about your protest?
- What do you mean?
- Did she know exactly when you'd be stopping the train?
- Uh... I doubt it.
Why would you want to know that?
[Laughs] What?
So-- So she could get on board and attack Rosalie or something?
No, no, she would never do something like that.
It was just me and Noah, okay?
Nan had nothing to do with it.
- [Door slams] - Nothing to do with what?
- I was about to inform Lily
we've arrested Bridget for Rosalie's murder.
- What? - What?
Well, I need to talk to her. - Well, you can't just yet.
- Ah, you got it wrong. - Have we?
Bridget was seen on the tracks next to Rosalie's body.
- Your mother has found herself in a serious situation.
As will Lily, if we find out that she's been lying to us.
♪
- Do you think we got to Troy? - [Cellphone rings]
- Without a murder weapon,
it's hard to make those charges stick.
- Mm.
- Hey. What have you got?
- Uh, Mrs. Baker's run sheet.
Everyone who had it would have known
that Rosalie was scheduled to be at the front of the carriage
to change outfits.
- So Mrs. Baker, Rosalie, Shane.
- Yeah, but there was someone else.
Shane e-mailed me a copy of the run sheet,
and as I scrolled back through the chain,
I saw all the recipients,
including someone who received it in error.
- Hi, it's Becky.
I'm mortified.
When DC Chalmers called, I could have kicked myself.
In my defense, it was an easy mistake to make.
Her address was very similar to Rosalie's.
- Regan Barnes.
- Well, she said she didn't know about the wedding.
I guess it is possible she never read the e-mail.
Or...
- She's lying to us.
Hey, I've got a little job for you.
[Cellphone clicking]
- Hi, Regan. It's Detective Sims.
I was hoping we could have a chat.
♪
Sorry to intrude. - Well, you actually showed up.
- We were just going through some photos
for the remembrance board.
Thought we'd do it over a Pimm's.
- So much to choose from.
It's such an amazing life she had.
- Could we have a private word? - Sure.
- What about this one of you and your mum?
Yea or nay? - No.
- Some people find their baby photos embarrassing, I suppose.
Better not rock the boat.
- Regan, some of the things you told us
don't match up to what we've discovered elsewhere.
Would you like me to spell them out for you
or would you like to tell me yourself?
- God, um, I was afraid this would come up.
I did tell a white lie,
but it was only because I wanted to protect him.
- Who?
- Dad.
- Keep talking.
- When the other guy was asking dad about the bunch of roses,
I told him that I'd been the one to deliver them to mom.
But that wasn't true.
Dad was there that day. [Clears throat]
He was on the train.
- I need to see my Nana! - Which person is--
- How many old women do you have in custody,
you fascist pigs?!
- Alright! Take it down a notch.
- No! Where is she?!
- If you calm down, you can come on through.
You good?
- [Breathes deeply]
- Where's your dad?
You shouldn't be alone when you're this upset.
- I don't know. He took off
after those other cops came round.
- I'll make you a cup of tea.
Try calling him again.
♪
[Engine starts]
- Okay, yes, I put the roses on the train.
I promise you, I took off before I saw Rosalie.
- But why give her flowers at all?
- I wanted her to know I wished her well.
It was her big day. - You knew about the wedding?
How?
- She told me-- after we signed the papers.
- Two champagnes.
First date, right?
- Last, actually. We just got divorced.
- Oh. I'm sorry. - No, not at all.
Um, we are celebrating closure.
- To the end of our journey.
[Glasses clink]
- Thank you.
- Happy ex-wife, happy life, right?
- Do you really mean that?
- Don't tell me you want half the house after all.
- I want something from you, but not that.
- What?
- Shane and I are going to get married.
Quite soon.
I'd love it if you would give us your blessing.
- Yeah, she'd ask for the moon, that one,
and not for a second think why you might not
be able to give it to her.
But I got there in the end.
That's what the flowers were--
closure for me, a new start for her.
- So why lie about your whereabouts that day?
Or, rather, why let Regan lie for you?
- I was in shock.
And I suppose I was worried how it might look to you lot.
- How's that?
- Like the angry ex did it.
You would have heard about those fights we had in public.
But that was early on.
I got over it.
- What about Regan?
- Not so forgiving.
I blamed her mum for the breakup.
She always took my side, even though I was no angel.
I never asked her to lie.
Anyhow, I didn't think it would matter since I had an alibi.
- Your gardener.
So, why do you think Regan decided to tell the truth now?
- No clue.
Look, I love that girl to bits,
but Rosie had that girl in therapy for years.
I still have no idea what makes her tick.
♪
- Uh, the techies have Regan's laptop.
They should be able to find out
if she opened that run-sheet attachment
or if it went straight to spam, like she claimed.
- Since she's been erratic with the truth,
I wanted to check on her movements.
I saw her get picked up by someone at the council offices
while her car was in for a service.
- I've got the council CCTV footage.
[Clicks button]
- Okay. That ute-- that's Troy McKelvie's.
- So he was playing taxi. Well, that makes sense.
Helping her out as she grieves her mother.
An olive branch, perhaps?
- Well, I saw him parked outside Hayden's place today.
He took off when he saw me.
- And they were both at the coffee cart today.
- Together?
- No. Uh, Regan took off when she saw him.
It's almost like she didn't want to be seen with him.
- Because the families hate each other.
- Or... an illicit love affair?
- Well, Shane did say that Rosalie and Regan
had been arguing about a guy she was seeing.
- Well, there you go.
Romeo and Juliet.
- And Troy kills Rosalie
so that he and Regan can be together?
- Mm. Well, they are both grown adults.
They don't need parental permission to be
in a relationship.
- And killing your partner's mother
is hardly a romantic gesture.
Can you, uh, tell me when Troy shows up to pick up Lily?
Troy and Regan.
What do you know about their relationship?
- There isn't one. They hardly know each other.
- Yes, uh, given the hostility between your families.
How far back does that go?
- What do you mean?
- Troy and Regan.
Did they know each other when they were young?
- I told you, after Rosalie came back here,
we didn't have much to do with each other.
Well, I was busy with Troy, trying to make a go of the farm,
and Rosalie was busy snagging herself a rich young husband.
Different worlds.
- And then there was the conflict over the rail--
- Oh, Rosalie always had to get her way, no matter who she hurt.
- I guess that almost counts as a motive.
- What?
- You seem determined to prove that you have one.
[Knock on door]
- Troy McKelvie's here. He wants to talk.
- Look, whatever mum might be saying, she didn't kill Rosalie.
- How can you be so sure?
- Well, she's pretty fit for her age,
but it's still a big ask, isn't it,
to think that she could climb onto a train,
attack Rosalie, throw her off the back,
and then jump off, all in a matter of minutes?
- Well, you seem to have a very clear idea of what happened.
Do you want to tell us about the murder weapon, too?
- How about I tell you that we believe
it was a length of sawn-off rail line,
the likes of which were lying around on your farm
that Bridget would have had access to.
- She also had a motive.
- So did I.
Doesn't prove anything.
- Well, it could be either of you.
It could be both.
Were you working together?
- No.
I was in the paddock.
Jock saw me. You remember?
- I do.
So unless you want to change your story,
Bridget will remain in custody.
- Why don't you tell us about your relationship
with Regan Barnes?
- There is no relationship.
- Well, you've been seen near each other
multiple times recently.
Today, for example,
when I saw you waiting outside her house,
picking her up from the council offices yesterday.
- We hung out a few times. That's all.
- You dated?
- Regan pulled pin long before it got close to that.
- Because her mother disapproved?
Rosalie interfered? Regan called time?
And how did that make you feel?
Angry?
- No.
It wasn't like that.
- So why have you been trying to see her?
- The woman just lost her mother.
I was offering her condolences.
That's all.
- Nothing concrete to charge him with.
- Well, hopefully his concern for Bridget
will keep him close by.
- Mike!
- Gina.
- I brought you this. - Ah!
"The Love Train:
A Trans-Siberian Journey Into the Heart of Russia."
- You were so interested yesterday.
The translation is poor, but the story?
- Oh, thank you.
Actually, are you free tomorrow morning?
- For you? Yes, of course. Work or pleasure?
- Well, it's a bit of both.
Let's call it field work.
- I look forward to it.
[Door opens]
- What? I said it was work, didn't I?
[Door closes]
♪
- [Train whistle blows]
- All aboard! - All aboard!
- I say that.
- Well, you better get it in there quicker, then.
♪
- Ah, so romantic. Steam travel.
Thank you for this, Mike.
I'm ticking off my bucket list.
♪
[Train whistle blows]
♪
[Train whistle blows]
♪
[Brakes squealing]
♪
- Right. This is where the work part of the trip begins.
Okay, start the train up again.
Same speed as the other day. I'll tell you when to stop.
- Roger that. - Yeah, I roger that, too.
♪
[Beep]
[Hissing]
♪
- Na zdrowie.
[Cellphone rings]
- [Clears throat]
- Sims.
- Uh, Regan's not at home
and she's not answering her phone.
- Could she be at Shane Griffin's?
More funeral planning?
- Chalmers checked.
They were supposed to have a meeting,
but she never showed.
- Still no answer.
- Is this like her?
- It's not the first time she's taken off
to get her head together.
- Stop here, please. - What?
- No, no, not you. Uh. Keep looking.
Uh, gotta go.
[Squealing]
- There are better spots for a picnic further back.
- [Beep] - Eight minutes.
- Mike, if this is all you needed to calculate,
I could have done it with simple mathematics.
If a train leaves point "A" traveling
at "X" kilometers per hour--
- Ah, yes, but what would happen
if a person jumped from a moving train
traveling at "X" kilometers per hour?
- I think this is not a hypothetical question.
- Mm. - [Hissing]
- If they were fit and strong and they rolled on landing,
they could survive jumping from a moving train with no injuries.
- Still need to clear the fence
and make it to the paddock, though, to be seen
from Jock's house.
- You'd better do it then.
For scientific accuracy.
♪
[Squawks]
- Uh, move a bit slower.
Imagine you're carrying a heavy murder weapon.
- I often imagine this for my job.
Mike, some of these fence posts are made of iron.
A very particular iron.
- Yeah. And a person of interest was seen here on the day,
mending the fence.
♪
- Opa! - Gotcha.
♪
[Tires screech]
♪
[Car door closes]
♪
- Just listen to me.
[Indistinct shouting]
- Call Sims. Get backup here now.
- Come on, think about it. Think about it.
Put the knife away, Regan.
- Put the knife down, Re-- Put it down, Regan.
- That's a good idea, Regan. - You have to help me.
He killed my mother!
- Yeah, that's the conclusion I came to.
- You have to arrest him.
Take him away. He's dangerous!
- I can certainly take care of things from here.
Regan, put the knife down, please.
- You have to arrest him.
- I will, but I can't do that until you put the knife down.
- You won't let him get away? - Backup's on the way.
You're not going anywhere, are you, Troy?
- Except jail. - Regan.
- What are you doing? No!
No, it was him! He killed her!
- But he didn't do it alone.
Regan Barnes, I'm arresting you
as an accomplice in the murder of Rosalie Barnes.
You have a right to remain silent.
You do not have-- - No! I didn't do it!
- Give it up, Regan.
Give it up. [Sirens wailing]
It ain't no point in lying anymore.
[Beep]
- I'm gonna take your handcuffs off you now.
- I didn't do it.
She ruined my life.
She ruined it. She ruined it.
- You don't have to say anything, remember?
♪
- It was always about her.
Everything was always about her.
She never put me first.
That's what mothers are supposed to do.
They're supposed to put their daughters first.
But she never did. She was selfish.
And-- And she used people. Everyone.
Me and-- and dad and Bridget and-- and everyone.
Why?
♪
- The psych team are on their way.
- ♪ What color were your mother's eyes? ♪
♪ What songs did she sing to you in the night? ♪
♪ Did she comb your hair and tie it up? ♪
♪ When she looked at you, did she see herself? ♪
♪ Take me to the place ♪
♪ Where you grew your home ♪
- It took me a while to figure out how you did it.
For starters,
how did you know that Rosalie would be in the cubicle
when the train stopped?
And then I realized.
Regan knew.
- She got sent the run sheet by mistake.
- The only place to change is at the front of the carriage.
There's a cubicle. That's where she'll be.
- You knew enough about Lily's protest to know
where she would stop the train.
So you lay in wait.
You wanted Rosalie's death to look like an accident,
so your weapon matched the rails that Rosalie would fall on.
♪
Then, with everyone preoccupied by the protest,
you made your move.
- ♪ Oh, fortune teller - Coal is killing the planet!
- ♪ Don't tell me too much ♪
♪ You counted on my fingers ♪
♪ And the night lingers, then blows ♪
♪ You read it in the water ♪
♪ So much slaughter ♪
- What you didn't know is that Bridget saw you.
- ♪ It just grows and grows and grows ♪
- What? - She was there.
She saw it all.
- ♪ We say it in silence ♪
♪ In silence, oh, oh, oh ♪
- ♪ We say it in silence - You then hid in the cubicle.
Quicker the train to Old Creek Paddock than to run.
♪
Making it in time to be seen by Jock at 3:00 p.m.
You returned later to conceal the murder weapon,
having welded it back to the rail.
♪
Buried, it became part of the fence line.
♪
- Smart guy, aren't you?
- To be fair, I didn't have it all figured out.
I mean, I could see what your motive would be,
but, Regan, why would she have wanted her mother dead?
- I'd never seen her like that before.
Completely... out of her mind.
[Water running, door closes]
You shouldn't be here.
- The police think I had something to do with it.
- Yeah?
Well, showing up here is not gonna
make you look more innocent.
- What do I do?
- "Regs," listen to me. The cops think it was mom.
They've arrested her. - What?
- She's letting them think it was her.
- [Laughs]
- I tried to talk to her...
talk some sense, and she wouldn't listen.
What the hell is the matter with you?
- But that's good.
If she's prepared to take the blame, that's good!
- Look, I can't do that to mom. I can't.
- But if Bridget's already convinced--
- Look, it doesn't matter.
I'll leave you out of it, I promise.
- What?!
- The cops don't need to know you had anything to do with it.
It's just me. - No. They'll know.
They'll work it out. You'll say the wrong thing. Please!
- Look, they will believe me.
For mom's sake.
♪
- Make them believe you.
Show them how desperate you are.
I'll help you.
- Put the knife down, Regan. Put the knife down.
Come on, put the knife away, Regan.
- She wanted you to look guilty by taking your own life.
That's a rather extreme suggestion.
- It's the only way she could trust me not to drop her in it.
- Rosalie disapproved of your relationship.
You see, that's the bit I-I couldn't understand.
Until I spoke to Bridget again.
The photo of Troy as a baby.
It was taken at a maternity hospital?
- In Poland. I told you.
- I saw a similar photo yesterday.
Same curtains, same pictures on the wall,
same baby.
Only, the woman holding him was Rosalie.
- So? She was there on the day.
Of course she was.
- She was wearing a hospital gown
and a patient bracelet.
The last letters of your name were clearly visible.
It was Rosalie who gave birth,
but to the hospital, it was Bridget McKelvie.
It was your name on the birth certificate.
- Who were we hurting?
I wanted a child.
And Rosalie wasn't ready to be a mother.
Never really was. Ask Regan.
- Did Troy know all this?
- Oh, Regan must have told him.
She came to me in a state a few weeks back.
- [Door opens] - Is it true?
- What?
- What my selfish cow of a mother said-- is it true?
I finally find a decent man, and mum has to ruin it.
She can't stand seeing anyone else happy, least of all me.
She just has to hoard it all for herself.
All the attention, all the love.
She's just sick! - Regan, listen, I don't know.
- No, just tell me! Is it true?!
Is Troy my brother?
♪
- If it were up to me, Troy would never have known.
He's mine.
And that's all that matters.
- Regan obviously told you.
And you didn't say anything to Bridget?
- Didn't change anything between us.
- But it changed everything with Regan.
- She told me at the pub,
and, yeah, she was a little dark on it.
Hey.
If Rosalie had been a better mother to her,
she might have been able to let it go, but...
something snapped.
She was obsessed with getting back at her.
- And then, at a point, she shared her plan with you.
♪
- Don't bail on me now.
We deserve some happiness.
So does Bridget.
Since we can't be together,
we can at least get us all some money.
- You went along with her plan to frame Shane?
♪
- Proof of his debt. This will do it.
- I bloody hope so.
- You believed that Regan would inherit a large chunk
of money from Rosalie.
Regan offered to share it with you.
Maybe it was enough to clear your debts,
keep Bridget in her old age.
What you didn't know was that Rosalie
had already committed most of her funds
to clearing Shane's rates bill.
You killed her for money that was never coming your way.
♪
- Thank you for a lovely service.
- May she rest in peace now.
Time for a Pimm's, I feel.
- ♪ Trains keep on rolling ♪
♪ Through our little town ♪
♪ It all feels different without you around ♪
- Lovely, isn't it?
How a funeral can bring people together.
- Funerals and free beer.
- Excuse me?
- Put it on my tab.
Not hard to imagine what kind of tab you're running.
- Tell him-- now.
- Trudy offered me a year of free-tab beer
because I did a favor for her.
Shifting some stolen goods.
It wasn't as dodgy as it sounds.
- And don't think I haven't been keeping track either.
Your year's up as of yesterday. - Ha!
- Shut up. - Excuse me.
I don't want to come between you two lovebirds.
- What the hell is that supposed to mean?
- Just try to keep it seemly, eh?
This is a wake, after all.
- Another beer?
- Yeah, I reckon.
On your tab? - I haven't got a bloody tab.
- Well, start one.
- [Sighs]
[Birds chirping]
♪