The Brokenwood Mysteries

Excuse me! Excuse me!

- Your Honor! - Ow!

Oh, you!

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.

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.

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...

All aboard!

Oh!

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-stall-and-raffle stage.

How are we doing for time?

Oh, relax. We're all on track.

Oh! "On track."

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!

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!

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.

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.

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?

Rosalie?

Mrs. Baker.

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.

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.

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