One Lane Bridge

The death of Andrew Ryder is now being treated as a homicide.

Found this in his fist.

Is that a tooth? Not his.

Hey, where's his watch? He wasn't wearing one.

Who uses the hut? Just Grub, as far as I'm aware.

Grub was jumpin' the fence. What?

With Charlotte.

Haggis does not like people touching his things.

Whore.

Get out here! Kate!

You're a fucking drunk.

No, we were not having an affair.

| was trying to get him to sell the farm.

Wh

Hail Mary, full of grace. The Lord is with thee.

In future, please don't hold up a police investigation with your religious practice.

You're right to be saying prayers at that bridge.

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You OK? Yeah.

Cos you were yelling in your sleep.

Loud enough to wake the dead.

Um, might've been the cheese sauce.

Oh. Yeah.

God, yeah, cheese dreams. They're the worst.

Oh.

Ariki.

Will you keep an eye on Stephen? He's taking this hard.

Morning, Jack.

Hey. Um,

why did you tell Stephen about me praying?

Aren't we supposed to be on the same side?

Are we?

Everyone in this town picks a side.

You've just got to decide which one you're on.

Hey, Riki!

| want you at the funeral.

| thought I should... stay here and man the fort.

Haggis.

Get into his good books. He likes a brown-noser.

Are you sure? See if you can get anything out of him, eh?

It's a nice place.

All right, look, I've already given my statement to Stephen.

Uh, actually,

| was wondering if I could hitch a ride to the funeral.

Hey, the best way to experience Queenstown is from the air.

And your restaurants? | heard they're world-class.

You should come in one night. Give you the spread.

It's just the wind comin' off the bounce.

Uh, I don't think this is a good idea, given the circumstances.

We wanna pay our last respects.

Surely it's up to the family to decide.

Uh, just wait here. I'll talk to Kate.

They just wanna pay their respects. OK?

Oh, God. I can't handle this.

Just keep her away from me.

It's, um, time to make a start.

Stephen.

Right.

This way. Let's go now.

Come on. It's time to go.

No.

No. Come on, sweetheart.

No!

Dad!

No. It's OK. Come on. Come here.

No. No. Come with me.

It's OK.

It's OK. | don't want It's OK, it's OK.

No! It's OK.

Hi.

Hi.

Hey, can |, um...

can I speak?

This is just family.

He was my best mate. He deserves a few words.

Save it for the wake.

| loved him.

Everyone loved Grub. And he loved me.

| thought you knew.

He told me you knew.

Oh... Uh, we never planned for this to happen, Kate.

Kate! Oh...

Fuck me.

All right?

Yep.

Hey, Riki. Give us a hand?

We're gonna have to carry her over.

You all right? Yeah.

OK. One hand here; one hand here.

Sweet dreams.

Davis.

On my count. One, two, three.

As we look back over time, we find ourselves wondering

did we remember to thank you enough for all that you've done for us?

For all the times you were by our sides to help and support us,

to celebrate... Did you get anything out of Haggis?

No. He's stickin' with his story.

Well, he has no alibi, but he's got the strongest motive.

Whether they were having an affair is irrelevant.

The important thing is he thought they were.

We wonder if we ever thanked you for the sacrifices you made.

Rob's an option. They never got on.

It's all right, my darling. You don't have to play.

It's OK.

He was happiest on the land.

Dirt underfoot.

I'd like to read a poem.

Uh,

High Country Weather.

'Alone we are born

'and die alone;

'yet see the red-gold cirrus

'over snow mountain shine.

'Upon the upland road,

'ride easy, stranger

'surrender to the sky your heart of anger.'

Ding, ding. Round three.

Breathe.

That's it. In...

and out.

Just forgot to eat after my run.

What is this? It's venison.

He meant a lot to you.

Yeah.

Yeah, he was a top bloke. Decent.

You always knew where you stood with him.

Southern men.

They're a dying breed.

Top blokes

may we know them;

may we be them.

Whew.

Did you get anything from the funeral?

You reckon it could've been a woman?

Well, you'd have to be pretty strong to get him over the bridge.

What, Kate?

Well, I mean, it's possible.

Jackie's an interesting fish.

Yeah.

Well, they're both coming in tomorrow.

And Jackie wasn't in town the night of the murder.

Nice service. Lovely service.

Um,

| know this is crap timing,

so I'm sorry if this comes across as insensitive...

...but I've got someone that wants to buy the farm.

Maybe that's good timing.

I've got a Chinese couple interested. We met them when we were in Shanghai.

They want a bolthole. | said I'd have a look around.

And you get a big fat finder's fee?

They'd be good for the town.

Grub agreed to the sale.

A few days ago.

Were you sleeping with him?

We were in bed together. Just not like that.

| understand that it's in a family trust? I'll talk to the others.

They'll pay whatever you ask. I'll talk to them.

Gin me.

Uh, just a beer, when you're ready.

Just a top-up, thanks, mate.

Nice poem.

Didn't know you smoked.

| don't, really.

Did you know Grub well?

He was my first love.

| jumped.

He dared me to do it.

It was summer. We thought we were invincible.

I don't blame him.

Hm.

Well, I don't blame him any more.

What happened?