We'll go down to the station, say hi to the other officers
- and then head off on a tiki tour. - Yeah. Sounds good, Stephen.
- Tremaine. - It's Grub.
Dad's gone walkabout.
What brings you to Queenstown?
Just wanna learn from the best.
Right.
Kiss-arse.
Charm'll open a lot of doors for you down here.
OK, there she is.
Hi. Your dad asked me to pick you up.
- How's life in Christchurch? - Average.
- Emma. - Oh, this is Detective Davis.
Uh, just call me Riki.
Just so you know, uh, your grandad's gone missing.
Oh.
- How long have you been on the farm? - Coming up 100 years.
- Hey, bubba. How you doing? You OK? - Yeah.
Good.
Hi, Mum.
How long's he been gone?
Poppa!
It's all right, bubs. We'll find him. Yeah?
Always do.
Dementia. Losing his marbles.
Runs a farm for 50 years, and now he can't even open a gate.
That might not be a bad thing today.
Jack? Jack!
Jack!
Need a hand?
Let's hope not.
I'll let you know if I see him.
- New hobby? - Hm.
- Let me know if you want the chopper. - Thanks.
- Who was that? - The neighbour.
Hot neighbour.
Jack?
I really thought he'd be here.
Charlotte. Stephen.
Can we take you up on that offer of the chopper?
Actually, hold that thought.
Jack! Jack.
- Jack, can you hear me? Hey... - Get bloody off me!
You OK?
You warm?
Thanks so much for finding him.
You're gonna give Stephen a run for his money.
- Yeah, that's the plan. - He's dreaming, mate.
Here you go.
We didn't get a chance to meet before.
This is Riki. Davis.
- Nice to meet you. - Oh. Kate.
Aww.
- Thank you. - It's all right.
Please come.
- You sure? - Yeah. We're expecting over 200.
One more's not gonna make a difference.
- All right. - Mm.
What's the party for?
Oh, centenary party. It's a big deal around here.
It's a miracle Grub's been able to keep this place afloat.
He needs to be in care.
Over my dead body.
- Well, you did good today. - Ah.
Hey, I'm happy to find a place in town until I'm sorted.
Oh, they don't pay you enough for that.
Just put your bike around the side.
No phones at the table.
Here you go.
There you go.
- No... - Well, keep out of it!
All right.
Hey, I got it. I got it.
Take me out the back. Put a bullet between me eyes.
You'd be doin'...
us both a favour.
Waste of a bullet.
Yeah, if it's good enough for the animals, it's good enough for me.
We're not there yet, Dad.
So, how long have you two been married, Lois?
- Oh, it's comin' up 25 years now. - Oh, awesome.
Stephen tells me you're training for the Coast to Coast.
That must take a lot of discipline.
Oh, sleep when you're dead.
Girlfriend? Boyfriend?
Lois, leave the man alone.
- I hope you like red. - I do.
- How do you like your steak? - Uh, medium rare.
Correct.
- Man, this place is awesome. - Yeah, we like it.
Welcome to Queenstown, son.
You must be the new guy.
- Tilly Gardner. - Ariki Davis. Nice to meet you.
Uh, this is you.
- He must've left in a hurry. - Hm.
Couldn't handle the winters.
- Where are you from? - Auckland.
- Where were you born? - Auckland.
Yeah, but what are you?
Cook Island Maori. What are you?
Apparently, I'm an asker of stupid questions.
Is Stephen in yet?
DCS Tremaine's phone. Detective Davis speaking.
OK, we're gonna need a roadblock.
I need you two at the east end of the bridge.
You two, down here.
Tilly, call through to base for additional traffic control.
No public, no cars!
Hey!
I said no public! This is a cordoned-off area.
Nothing like a man with initiative.
- What've we got? Jumper? - Yeah. Injuries are consistent with a fall.
Hey. Uh...
the body we found.
It's Grub.
- Eh? - I recognised him from yesterday.
Couple of the others confirmed it.
I'm so sorry.
Why the fuck hasn't someone covered him up?
Excuse me.
Oh, gidday. Hey.
Mwah. Come on in.
Oh, God, sor... I'm Kate.
- You must be the new offsider. - Detective Davis.
What's wrong?
It's Grub.
We found him at One Lane Bridge.
I'm so sorry.
How long had he been there?
Uh, we don't know.
Was it an accident?
We... We don't know anything yet. Um...
Are you here for the hooley?
Jack, it's Stephen.
Here.
Grub's dead.
- No. - He's out with the dogs.
Um, I think he went out with Dermot.
Something about the sheep.
What time was that?
You have to ask him.
Fuck you, Grub!
Fuck you!
Oh...
I didn't take any.
Please don't tell Mum.
I won't.
Did he drown?
He fell.
What am I gonna do without him?
Hey. Hey.
Hey.
It's gonna be OK.
OK?
I'll get this.
Rob!
Hey, Jackie.
Mwah! Mmm.
- Good to see you! - You too.
- How was Perth? - Oh, it was great.
- Yeah? - Mm.
- Are you ready for the centenary circus? - Ah.
All right, what are we lookin' for?
Kate wanted you both to hear the news in person.
Oh!
For now, we're treating the death as unexplained.
We'll know more in a few days.
We'll need to talk to Dermot too.
Um...
yeah, it was still light out, so, um...
Maybe 8?
Sheep had gotten out. I needed a hand to get them back in.
I understand that Grub was spending a lot of time up at the hut.
Yeah. It's none o' my business.
- I can take you out there if you like. - Sure.
- Do you live on the farm? - Uh, the shearers' cottage does me fine.
Family?
Sorry 'bout the crap.
- Who uses the hut? - Just Grub, as far as I'm aware.
He's never locked it.
I just sleep in the ute if, uh... if need be.
Hey, what's with the, uh, bloodstain in the back of the ute?
Oh, um, Grub shot a deer. For the, uh... For the party.
Charlotte speaking.
Oi!
Well, that's terrible.
OK, yeah.
Thanks. Thanks for letting me know.
That fucking bridge.
Who?
Grub.
- Sorry for your loss. - Oh, fuck off!
Did you get the sale in writing?
- That poor family. - I know.
That poor, poor family.
Grub must've been in more pain than we realised.
So once that happens,
the body will need to be formally identified.
- I-I'll do it. - Where is Grub?
Boy's runnin' the place into the ground.
Dad!
Maybe Dad should go too. Might help things sink in a bit.
Jesus. How long has he been like this?
You have no idea.
This fucking place eats you alive.
Jack.
- Marion. - Leave Mum out of this.
Grub.
You really think he jumped?
I'm surprised he didn't do it sooner.
How far away's the Ryders' station from here?
Uh, 5K or 6K that way.
So how'd he get here?
Yeah.
There was no note.
Well, Grub was never a man of words.
And he was clinically depressed.
Yeah.
There was a shit-ton of medication in the, uh, bathroom cabinet.
Unopened.
You should not be going through people's cupboards.
We don't have a warrant.
We do things by the book here.
I can do it, Dad.
Andrew William Ryder.
March 17, 1977.
7 pounds, 6 ounces.
He was a terrible baby.
Oh, sorry.
You can't, Dad.
- Initial thoughts? - Looks like his back and pelvis are broken.
- Skull's shattered in several places. - His head's a mess.
Is that consistent with a fall?
It's too early to tell.
Hey, sorry if I stepped out of line.
Oh, no wonder I'm hungry.
Hello?
Jesus. Ariki!
Mate. It's me.
Joe.
Sorry.
- Sorry. I was just round the back. - Ah.
- I didn't know this was your shop. - It's not. It's Rob's.
Oh, it's so good to see your friendly face, man.
Hi, this is Stephen Tremaine. Please leave a message.
Thank you.
Hey, it was a kayaker that found the body.
Rob Ryder owns the kayaking shop.
Do you reckon there might be a connection there?
- Yeah. Good thought. - Hey, I checked with comms,
and the person who called it in didn't leave a name.
Yeah. We'll look into it tomorrow.
Are we... not going back to the scene?
Well, it's a bit late in the day now. I've posted a guard.
We'll resume tomorrow morning.
What if he didn't jump?
Well, I'm not making any assumptions until we get the autopsy results.
So how did he get to One Lane Bridge?
There should've been a vehicle parked up.
And why go all that way?
Why not just blow your brains out in the top paddock?
I mean, isn't that what all farmers do?
We should be out there while it's still fresh.
His wife was an alcoholic. His dad wore a night nappy.
Hundreds of people were coming to celebrate a farm that was sucking them dry.
The black dog was snarling.
I mean, what evidence do you have that he didn't top himself?
I just have a feeling that there's... We deal in facts here, not feelings.
However Grub died, we'll deal with it tomorrow.
I thought you did things by the book here.
You working this case, that's a conflict of interest.
Not according to my boss. I rung him this morning.
It's a small town!
DI David Preston. Number two on the speed dial.
You've been here 24 hours.
You don't know the place, you don't know the people,
and you don't know me.
Shut the door on your way out.
Did Jiang buy his citizenship?
Uh, absolutely not.
Well, he's only spent 10 days in the country.
How can he be granted citizenship?
Well, Huan Jiang has a great affinity for New Zealand.
He's invested a lot of time and resources into the local economy.
- Does he plan to live here? - I think that's all we've got time for today.
Minister, does the fact that...?
Sorry, we've got a... flight to catch. I'm reallysorry.
Oh...
When's the funeral?
Dunno. Don't know.
- Hey, sis. - Hey. How was your first day?
Uh,
- I've had better. - Ah. Bummer.
- What's Queenstown like? - Beautiful.
It's, uh... It's white on rice, though.
How's the girls?
I might go into the office.
Clear my desk for the next few days ahead.
Need me to come?
No, thanks.
Why don't you go for a ride, get a feel for the place?
- Done? - Yeah, thank you.
Ariki.
How's he handling it?
I've only been here 24 hours.
You got him on a bad day.
This was outside.
Oh.
We're s'posed to be docking next week.
And then... drenching the week after.
Whatever you think is best.
Yeah.
Yeah, I'll go and, um... I'll feed the dogs.
Fuck! Oh...
Oh, for...
It's just me.
Oi!
You fucking moron!
Stop. Stop! Stop!
Wha...? Oi!
Whoa. Whoa.
Fuck.
We're not treating Grub's death as suspicious.
What about... the affair?
Come out here!
Cos you're a fucking drunk.
The death of Andrew Ryder is now being treated as a homicide.
It's a small town. Someone knows something.
I could've killed him.