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Welcome everyone to this inaugural excursion of the Brokenwood

Flyer.

The culmination of years of hard work and planning by the many dedicated

equinologists of Brokenwood.

That's a 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 for this exciting project.

And today is the day when it all comes to fruition.

What did 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.

Huh? Makes the trains run on time.

No, I think Rosalie's the one who's putting the strings.

As usual.

Sound better? I'm not better. 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 French... All aboard!

When he stays a rover in the hills of my home

Meet me right back here

I had a dream last night

We were riding on a silver train.

Well, congratulations.

You did it. With a lot of help.

If Regan's father hadn't come to the party when he did, we'd still be back at

the cake -stolen raffle stage.

How are we doing for time?

Oh, relax.

We're all on track.

I'm trying.

All right, so it should be me driving. You know that, don't you? How did you

work that out?

It's in the blood.

Dad, it was a rail woman. 50 years. Candy with a shovel, was it?

The only reason it's you and not me is because you haven't got the upper body

strength, not for any hard jacket.

Hey.

There's nothing quite like it, is there?

Hmm? The romance of train travel.

You're not in a hurry.

It's only 20 minutes to Little Lake by car.

This will take twice as long.

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.

Oh, no, thank you.

What the hell's that?

Huh? There's something on the track.

Just a look.

Jeez, that's not something!

That's somebody!

Stop the bloody train!

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.

Zoe McKelvey!

What silly game are you playing now?

It's not a game. This is a wake -up call.

It's the middle of the afternoon. We're already awake.

Cole is killing the planet.

Cole is killing the planet!

What's all this?

Cole is killing the planet!

Somebody call the cops! Cole 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.

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

planet.

Coal is killing the planet. If you think the biggest threat to the planet is a

quantum train in broken wood, your head's on wrong. Now, you just don't

because you'll be dead soon. No, no, no. All right, Chatty Cathy, wrap it up.

We're almost at the top of Little Lake.

part you can't miss this go really well i think

where's rosalie oh she'll be somewhere to doing with your frog i have a sneaky

cigarette in my life no no no you go with the others she wants to make a big

entrance i'll find you

Mike? I don't want to be rude, but now's not a good time.

I'm trying to find a runaway bride.

I might be able to help you with that.

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 we're 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, Miss Trudy.

Thanks for keeping everybody here.

It wasn't hard.

Never expecting a picnic.

I haven't said nothing about Rosalie. I wouldn't know how.

We'll handle that.

Next of kin?

Oh, um... Oh, Regan, Rosalie's daughter, and... Shane,

the groom.

Thank you,

Mrs. Baker. You've done a good job.

What's her story?

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.

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.

OK. And we need someone to give us a formal ID.

That should be me.

If you don't feel up to it, we can ask Rosalie's fiancé.

Your what?

The wedding was going to be a surprise.

Rosalie's idea.

I would have been happy with a registry office.

When was the last time you saw Rosalie?

When the train had stopped.

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 all right in there?

Go away.

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

doubted everyone else had left the carriage by then trying to work out why

train had stopped we must have stopped just in time and then everyone got off

see what was happening including rosalie i really can't remember there's a lot

going on

More than you realised.

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

train stopped?

Well, Shane said he 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.

Seems very well trained for an 18 -year -old.

Are we sure she was acting alone?

Afraid Mrs. Bake 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. Just not on the broken wood flyer. We still need to inspect the

carriages.

See, I'll see what I can do.

What's the point in being mayor if I can't rustle up a council coach when we

need one?

And Lily McKelvie. Don't worry about her. She's coming with us.

OK.

Oh, here.

Let me give you a hand with that.

Oh.

Thank you, Ron.

Got it? Yeah.

See, Jack, that's what a gentleman looks like.

Hello there.

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.

He wants to know if she has any kind of record of involvement.

Climate, protests, that sort of thing.

For you, I will clear my desk.

Give the board a wipe while you're at it.

We're going to need it.

Doug and Ron are in an 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 travellers?

Someone else got on board the train before it left Brokenwood and waited for

their chance to attack.

Risky.

Nowhere to hide. There's only this one cubicle.

Yeah.

And a black rose for a corsage.

Aren't they weird?

Or are.

Do you know what this means?

Next step.

Handwriting samples from everyone on the train.

What did you find on Lily McKelvie?

Yeah, Brokewood's aunt, Dr. 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

to know about it, right? You'd be live streaming or at least making sure

was there to record it.

Well, perhaps somebody did.

Well, maybe the protest was just a diversion.

Well, whatever happened, it went down fast.

The Crimestoppers 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

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, was that you volunteering?

Nice one.

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.

No one to cheer you on?

No.

Thanks for your fine relief.

Who's Noah?

At 2 .45pm, 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 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 arrived at the scene, what we call the tracking of the eyes had not

begun. And Palo Mortis was not complete.

It can only have been a matter of minutes.

Fifteen or twenty.

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 a number of small scrapes and bruises

right side.

She died when she hit the rail track.

Not necessarily.

What does this tell us?

She bounced.

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, we have a guest.

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.

Regan's father and Rosalie's ex -husband.

Sims is with him now.

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?

She'll be here soon.

You do realise she's only 18?

Yeah, old enough to be charged with breach of the peace.

Not today, however. We're letting her off for the warning.

You just thought you'd scare her by keeping her here all afternoon.

How dare I?

Are you all right, 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.

Does the name Rosalie Barnes mean anything to you?

You were close.

Used to be.

Old school friends. We travelled overseas together. It was a long time

How did it? What happened? We'll be releasing a statement in due course.

Right. I should go.

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.

All right, I'll pass that on.

Thanks, love.

It's hard to believe.

She had a big train launch this afternoon. I thought she'd be spilling

all day.

I have to ask you this.

Where were you around 2 .45pm?

Quarter to three.

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.

My daughter, does she know?

Yeah, she identified the body.

She may need some support.

All right, Bob.

I'm here. I'm here.

It's going to be okay.

I did some research on the McCalveys. Found this.

Bridget and her best friend Rose Lee protesting the closure of the Brokewood

railway line way back in the 80s. The line was closed anyway, but the track

never pulled up. And then 40 years later...

road leads to the driving force behind the broken wood 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.

Well, it was either restore the rails or pull them up.

The council had been shunting that decision down the track for about 30

Excuse the pun.

I'd have done the same if I'd known what a kerfuffle it would turn into.

What swung it in favour of the vintage railway?

Only word.

Rosalie. She was a bit of a steam engine herself, if you get my drift.

A hard woman to say no to.

Helped that she had Hayden Barnes's money behind her.

Before the divorce, I mean.

Though I imagine she 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.

It's a grand scheme for accommodation and a cafe.

Actually, I've got to hear somewhere.

Yeah.

How are you expected to pay for it? I have no idea.

This is the McCovey farm here, eh?

Yeah, what's left of it.

Troy's been selling bits off, trying to claw back his investment.

Do you mind if I get a copy of this?

Would be a pleasure.

Follow me, young man.

Brand new photocopier.

Very plain.

Voice activated.

And copy.

Got it? Yeah, say it right.

And copy.

Annoying. Might just say...

Is the old digit there?

Trudy, there's another Dunphy drink here.

Friend of yours, is he?

It's a professional inquiry.

Thought so.

Don't make me say it.

It's not knocking if he hasn't done anything wrong.

Sure.

Lena.

And a hazy. Thanks very much. Appreciate it.

Thanks again.

Do you like cats?

Yeah, cats are cool.

Cool. I have a cat suit at home.

You know, I mean, like for special occasions.

Okay.

That's interesting.

Yeah, thanks.

Lena!

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 a quiver.

It's all good, huh?

Mrs Baker, how's 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 Hayden Barnes, would you say the same about him?

Well, that's a different story.

Thanks.

So, hard to say if it's intel or just gossip, but according to Mrs Baker,

and Rosalie's split wasn't as amicable as he tried to make out.

I am not a bloody ATM for your pet project.

Grow up.

This is bigger than us. Us?

What us?

You've already got yourself a new toy boy? Is everything all right? 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 McKelvys, for that matter.

Oh?

Well, Lily clearly isn't a fan, and Rosalie and Troy were practically

over rival schemes.

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

killed.

What have you got?

Noah Dunphy is still not responding to my calls, but that could be because he

has a history of prior arrests.

Disorderly behaviour, assault.

Assault on who?

It was related to a protest action.

A bit of pushing and shoving on the front line of a march.

Climate protest?

Coal, mining oil, anything that messes with the environment, he's against it.

So his text to Lily moments after his stunt was in no way a coincidence.

Got to go.

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

him first, let him know from me that we're done.

Okay?

I think the kids call it ghosting.

Huh.

Was there something else you wanted?

Yes, actually.

Why are you so interested in Noah?

Well, he's Lily's boyfriend, 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? 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.

Did you know about that?

She's always up to something.

Thought she was just going to wave a sign. We've always encouraged Lily to

for herself.

She's so compassionate and engaged.

And that's something to be admired, isn't it?

A chip off the old block, perhaps.

Do you think Lily's protest was inspired by this?

Well, you'd have to ask her.

You had your own reasons to oppose the vintage railway.

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.

It'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 off 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.

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.

Aidan Barnes made a huge commitment too, didn't he?

It was his money that... It was Rosalie's money as well. That's what

means, sharing everything.

I wonder how much Hayden shared with Rosalie in the divorce.

Hmm, 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.

Hmm, the romantic toilet door exchange.

But what did he do after that?

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

hasn't caught wind of my involvement with this debacle.

R .I .P. Rosalie, obviously.

Your timing is immaculate, Mrs Baker.

We're in need of your insight.

Leah, come on through. Oh!

It's all a thing, isn't it?

Actually being part of a murder investigation.

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.

We're not so worried about them.

Can you remember where everyone was on the train?

Well, the catering was in this one, and then we were all in the back.

There was, um, general mingling.

Do you recall where Shane Griffin was?

Oh, um, he was mainly talking to a friend.

Fellow train geek.

You're a special breed, though, fair and inquinologist.

Shane told us he went to speak to Rosalie through the cubicle door when

train stopped.

Oh, yeah, that sounds about right.

He was the only other person on the train who knew what she was really

mean, what?

It wasn't easy keeping that a secret.

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 for?

It's the middle of the afternoon. We're already awake.

Cole is killing the planet.

Cole 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... Oh, what in the blazes are those?

I was very clear with that florist when I wanted it. I'll be having strong words

with Jenny Monroe. I quite like them, actually.

Really?

No,

they were not from me.

Definitely not part of my catalogue.

And beside, black roses are a terrible omen for a wedding.

Black teeth?

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

would have come from your garden?

There are florists in town, you know. Sure, but I'm talking about a hand

bunch, tied with a ribbon, delivered with a note.

Is this your writing?

Yes. It's an interesting message, given that black flowers symbolise death.

Is there anything you want to share, Hayden?

Look, black roses don't just symbolise death.

Okay, their 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.

Excuse me.

Gina.

You'll be okay? I've got to take my car to the garage.

See you soon.

Everything all right, babe? Yeah, just the silver.

It should only take a few hours.

For me, nothing can beat the appeal of a steam train.

The Trans -Siberian Railway, it's on my bargain 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.

The 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 broken 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 the length of rail line?

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.

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 because he has priors doesn't mean he's done anything wrong.

Ghosting your girlfriend isn't technically a crime.

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

what your girlfriend was planning to do?

Look, the real target should be the freight trains carrying the coal from

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?

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

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.

Alibis 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

off the train a good minute after everyone else.

Enough time?

If he works far.

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.

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 he go?

Back home.

Well, Lily told us you were ghosting her, so presumably he couldn't find you

there. I didn't stick around for long. I went to a mate's place.

Well, we will need to speak to that mate.

Well, he can't even fit me.

I needed some space to myself, so I crashed out there instead.

Why did you need some space?

To work out what I was going to do.

Dump Lily and leave town?

To make it sound worse than it was.

Look, I was over it.

This train thing was the last straw. I just wanted a bail without more of any

drama.

Yeah, I'm not sure I'm buying that.

Agreed. Where is he now? At the McAlvey's, but we told him to stick

Good. Me and my lockdown baby We had a ticket on a

silver train Coming through About 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.

Once it moves off, though.

Thanks, guys.

Oi. What, am I not allowed to? Not on my train.

Protocol. Hardly the worst thing has happened on your train, has it?

If Noah was still close by after the train moved off, he would... Could have

been able to see Rosalie's body.

But he claims he didn't make the Crimestoppers report.

But he might have seen who did.

Or he committed the crime himself.

Could the phone have been on a tripod? He left it here while he boarded the

train?

The footage is 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

left her to it.

Here you are. You have to help. With what? Mrs. Baker's yelling at someone. I

don't know what's going on.

Okay.

Everything on Mrs Baker's schedule was timed to the minute, so I knew she'd be

in a flat at the delay.

So, 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 .35pm, changing

time.

Can I take that?

You'll get it back.

Sure. I can email 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?

I've no idea.

I suppose it would have been taken off the scrap.

Hmm. Thank you. Hmm.

What's that?

Regan Barnes?

Yeah. Unbereavement leave, of course. Poor thing. Just popped in to get a few

things.

Yeah, just taking a walk.

Helps me think.

Am I right in thinking that this used to be the old Jonathan's sawmill line?

Going back a bit, but yeah.

Is Troy around by any chance?

Well, he's out just now, but he shouldn't be too long.

I'm happy to wait.

You'd 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, Bea.

Caught my eye. That's okay. I took a long stroll down memory lane last night.

This is you and Rosalie?

Hmm.

You, uh, obviously had some adventures.

Oh, Rosalie, she was the adventurous one.

She talked me into all sorts of things. There's one of us on a rollercoaster

somewhere. The look on my face. Is this Troy?

Hmm.

He was born overseas?

Poland.

And I hope you're not going to ask me about the father.

No. Well, that is 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.

We'd be back in here with Mum and Dad, and they were remarkably non

given the circumstances.

And Rosalie?

Three years in New York, two in Paris, and God knows where after that

we lost touch.

Our lives were so different.

He 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 dressing up 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,

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 got to. He should be back by now.

Sorry.

Sims. Regan Barnes is suggesting Shane Griffin has money issues.

I see.

Bring her in.

Copy that.

I'm just calling Troy.

Tell him I'll catch up with him another time.

Sir, big call you've made suggesting that Shane Griffin killed Rosalie for

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.

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's 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, 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.

How'd you get on with the council?

I'm still on hold.

But they said my call was very important to them.

Be quick at a walk.

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.

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.

I've been talking to the council about it, you know, paying it off in

installments, but it's just, it's all the interest and the penalties.

That's the real cooker.

No bet.

Ah, that was DS's 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.

It

was

Regan, wasn't it?

Who told you about the death?

I knew she didn't think much of me, but I didn't think she'd think 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 her hair and with her clothes and

with her attitude.

Mothers and daughters, eh?

Last big blow -up was a few weeks ago.

We'd asked Regan to meet us for a drink while I was running late.

I don't believe this.

You're 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?

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

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.

Huh.

Yeah, Mum 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

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.

You're wasting your time, mate. Very likely.

It's all part of the job, though.

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 neighbouring farm laid up with a broken ankle, but gave me a wave

around.

Three o 'clock.

Ah. Good to know.

Hey, Sums.

Get your gumboots.

They look like railway tracks to me.

They were lying around out by the road for years.

What are your eyes for?

Nobody wanted them, so... 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.

So I had a word to Jock, and yes.

He does remember seeing Troy working on the fence at exactly three o 'clock.

He knows it was three o 'clock because he'd just turned on the wireless to

listen to the news.

Yeah, it'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 five o 'clock when

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.

Chicken soup from Joke's freezer.

Yeah, ta.

Thanks again for your time. I'm so full of shit!

Pack off and leave me alone!

Any idea what that was about?

Yeah, young love.

No, we're just lying there.

Undisturbed by the look of the week.

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

cut it down, right? There were tools in the shed that could have done that.

Who had access to the rails?

Uh, Troy, Bridges, Lily, Noah.

Or anyone who knew where they were and wanted to point the finger at the

McKelvys. 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 3pm.

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.

Okay, here we go.

Ready.

Set.

Go!

22 minutes, 43 seconds.

Too slow.

So, unless Troy McKelvey can run like Usain Bolt.

It probably didn't kill Rosalie.

You know, I gotta 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.

Hang on.

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.

You're not having much luck with this hitchhiking thing, are you?

This is perfect.

You guys are going to be my first stop.

Good idea.

Keep an eye on me.

Nice, Noah.

What have you got for us?

Well, I may have not given you the full picture earlier.

Come on, back on the train!

On 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, what? Piss off and leave me alone!

She didn't want to believe me.

There's no coming back from that. It's better you just hit the road.

So... She was proud of her thing 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 want 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.

Scheduled payment.

A wedding gift.

That must be a relief for Shane.

Excuse me, I have to go.

Sims? A witness has Bridget McKelvie at the scene. Yeah, I'll be there.

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 line in action again.

And the train moved off while I was watching and that's when I saw her.

Did you see anyone else there?

No. A report was made to Crimestoppers 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 their call?

Yes.

Look at me.

Look, I couldn't just leave her there.

After what you'd done.

What? Where 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.

How did she know that the train would stop or that Rosalie would be at the

of the carriage?

Maybe the details of Lily's protest are in the family group chat.

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?

I doubt it. Why would you want to know that?

What? So she could get on board and attack Rosalie or something?

No. No, wait. She would never do something like that.

It was just me and Noah, okay?

Nan had nothing to do with it. Nothing to do with what?

I was about to inform Lily.

We've arrested Bridget for Rosalie's murder.

What? What?

I need to talk to her.

Well, you can't just yet.

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?

Without a murder weapon, it's hard to make those charges stick.

Hey,

what have you got?

Mrs Baker's run piece.

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 emailed me a copy of the run sheet, and as I scrolled back through

chain, I saw all the recipients, including someone who received it in

Hi, it's Becky.

I'm mortified.

When D .C. Chan was called, I could have kicked myself.

In my defence, 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 email.

Or... She's lying to us.

Hey, I've got a little job for you.

Hi, Regan. It's Detective Sims.

I was hoping we could have a chat.

Sorry to intrude.

Oh, you actually showed up.

We were just going through some photos for the Remembrance Board. Thought we'd

do it over at Pimm's.

So much to choose from. Such an amazing life she had.

Could we have a private word? Sure.

What about this one of you and your mum? Yeah, your name? No.

Some people find their baby photos embarrassing, I suppose.

They'd not rock the boat.

Regan, some of the things you told us don't match up to what we've discovered

elsewhere. Did 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 Mum.

But that wasn't true.

Dad was there that day.

He was on the train.

I need to see my nana.

Which person is your... How many old women do you have in custody, you

pig? All right, take it down a notch. Where is she?

If you calm down, you can come on through.

You good?

Where's your dad?

He shouldn't be alone when you're this upset.

I don't know. He took off after those other cops came around.

I'll make you a cup of tea.

Try calling him again.

Okay, yeah.

I put the roses on the train, I promise you. I took off before I saw Rosalie.

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? Well, she told me. After we signed the paper.

Two champagnes. First date, right?

Last, actually.

We just got divorced.

Oh, slave.

Sorry. No, not at all.

We are celebrating closure.

To the end of our journey.

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, only 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.

And 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.

You're Gardner.

So, why do you think Regan decided to tell the truth now?

No clue.

I love that girl to bits.

But Rosie had that girl in therapy for years. I still have no idea what makes

her tick.

The tickies have Regan's laptop.

They should be able to find out if she opened that run sheet attachment or if

went straight to spam, like she claimed.

Since she's been erratic with the truth, I want to check on her movements.

I saw her get picked up by someone at the council offices while her car was in

service.

I've got the council CCTV footage.

OK, that ute.

That's Troy McElweave. So he was playing taxi.

Well, that makes sense.

Helping her out if 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.

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

seeing. Well, there you go.

Romeo and Juliet.

And Troy kills Rosalie so that he and Regan can be together.

Well, they are both grown adults. They don't need parental permission to be in

relationship. And killing your partner's mother is hardly a romantic gesture.

Can you 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, 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

snagging herself a rich young husband.

Different worlds.

And then there was the conflict over the rail... Oh, Rosalie always had to get

away, no matter who she hurt.

I guess that almost counts as a motive.

What? You seem determined to prove that you have one.

Troy McKelvey's here. He wants to talk.

But 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?

Or 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?

Well, how about I tell you that we believe it was a length of sawn -off

line, the likes of which were lying around on your farm, that Bridget would

had access to.

She also had a motive.

So did I.

Doesn't prove anything.

Well, it could be either of you.

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

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?

Hopefully his concern for Bridget will keep him close by.

Mike!

Gina!

I brought you this.

Oh.

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.

What?

What? I said it was work, didn't I?

All aboard!

I say that. Well, you'd better get it in there quicker than...

So

romantic.

Team... Thank you for this, Mike.

I'm ticking off my bucket list.

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

to stop.

Roger that.

Not grovia.

Sims?

Regan's not at home, and she's not answering her phone.

Could she be at Shane Griffin's more funeral planning?

Charmers 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. Keep looking.

Got to go.

There are better spots for a picnic further back.

Eight minutes.

Mike, if this is all you needed to calculate, I could have done it with

mathematics.

If a train leaves point A, travelling at X kilometres per hour... Ah, yes, but

what would happen if the person jumped from a moving train, travelling at X

kilometres per hour?

I think this is not a hypothetical question.

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.

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.

Call Sim.

Get back up here now.

Put the knife down, Regan. 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.

Regan.

What are you doing?

No! No! 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. So you have the right to remain silent. You do not have the right... No!

I didn't do it! Give it up, Regan.

Give it up.

There ain't no point lying anymore.

I'm going to take your handcuffs off you now.

I don't have to say anything or read books.

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 she used people. Everyone.

Me.

And... And Dad.

And Bridget.

And... And everyone.

What?

The psych team are on their way.

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 realised, Regan knew.

She got sent the run check 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 met the

rails that Rosalie would fall on.

everyone preoccupied by the protests.

You made your move.

What you didn't know is that Bridget saw you.

What? She was there.

She saw it all.

You then hid in the

cubicle. It quickened a train to Old Creek Paddock than to run.

making it in time to be seen by Jock at 3pm.

He returned later to conceal the murder weapon, having welded it back to the

rain.

Buried, it became part of the fencing room.

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've never seen her like that before.

Completely out of her mind.

You shouldn't be here.

The police think I had something to do with it. Yeah?

Well, showing up here's not going to make you look more innocent.

What do I do?

Riggs, listen to me.

The cops think it was Mum.

I've arrested her.

What? She's letting them think it was her.

I tried to talk to her.

Talked 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

I can't. But if Bridget's already convinced... 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 Mum'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

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 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, and same curtains, same pictures on the

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?

Regan must have... I told him. She came to me in a state a few weeks back.

Is it true?

What? Well, my selfish Carol of a mother said it's 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

it all for herself.

All the attention, all the love, she just sits.

Regan, listen, I just... No, just tell me!

Is it true?

It's true, my brother!

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.

What changed everything with Regan?

She told me at the pub. And yeah, she was a little dark on it.

Hey.

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 ourselves 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

from Rosalie.

Regan offered to share it with you.

Maybe it was a...

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

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 Pimms, I feel.

Trains keep on rolling

Throughout the

little town It

all feels different Without

Lovely, isn't it?

How a funeral can bring people together.

Funerals and free beer.

Excuse me?

Put it on my tab.

No doubt to imagine what kind of tab you're running.

Tell him.

Now.

Trudy offered me a year of free tab beer because I did it a favour for him.

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. 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.