All language subtitles for The.Doctor.Blake.Mysteries.S01E05.Hearts.And.Flowers.1080p.WEB-DL.DDP2.0.H.264-squalor

-[engine rumbles]
-[applause]

[Professor] Ladies and gentlemen.

Every year I look forward to this festival

with great excitement.

It brims with the kind of enthusiasm

that only Bendigo can muster.

Ballarat.

[sighs] My apologies, Ballarat.

In all my travels, from Perth to Penrith,

no town has offered a more
embracing welcome than yours.

Ballarat has been the home
of the Begonia Festival

these past seven years.

It is my hope, my fervent hope,

that it will continue to be so.

-[applause]
-Hear, hear.

Chairman Griffith, honourable guests,

esteemed festival
judges, it is my pleasure

to declare the Ballarat Begonia
Festival officially open.

[applause]

[bulb flashes]

Hold it!

You hypocrites!

Whispering in each other's ears,

hands in each other's pockets,
I know what's going on!

Mr Manos, really--

Speak a word and I'll sue, Manos.

Griffith.

Why don't you just pay me
off the way you paid him off?

Every year it gets worse!

[grunting]

-You leave my dad alone.
-[bulb flashes]

[grunting]

I hope you get yours, best of you Ormond!

It's the last time you'll be judge!

This is why no member of the Manos family

will ever amount to anything.

Let's be on our way, Oliver.

-[people chatting]
-[trumpets playing]

Thanks Denny.

[trumpets playing]

Come on, dad.

Well, fancy that.

Who would have known people
took begonias so seriously?

Angela?

Anthony!

A bit of help here!

Professor Ormond!

[trumpets playing]

It's all right, it's all right.

[trumpets playing]

Thank you for your help, Professor Ormond.

[trumpets playing]

I feel much better now.

It was all just attention seeking
behaviour, I do apologise.

Oh.

I'm taking her to Melbourne.

Well that's a four hour round trip.

She needs her transfusions, you saw her.

You two aren't arguing, are you?

No, no, no.

We're both just worried about you.

Thank you Doctor, we'll see you tomorrow.

Drive safely.

[Angela] Thank you.

I'll take you down to the clinic.

[engine revs]

How long do you think she's got?

Oh, at this rate, a couple
of months at the most.

And she was doing so well.

-[owl hoots]
-[dogs barking]

[sinister music]

[fire crackles]

[violin music]

[knocking]

[door opens]

[Mattie] Lucien.

Mm.

Was I shouting again?

No, it's a phone call.

It's half past five.

I was up, it's Anthony
Farmer on the phone.

Is Angela all right?

The clinic wants to
know what's in the tonic

that you prescribe for Angela.

Glycerine, ascorbic acid,
hawthorn extract, and honey.

Honey.

Look, just tell them it's an all purpose

immune system booster, and I'm sorry,

I should have added it
to her medication list.

How is she, Anthony?

Is everything all right?

Good.

Well send our best, won't you?

All right.

I'm sorry, I didn't hear the phone.

No, no, Mattie woke me.

[Jean] What's she doing up?

Oh, she was awake apparently.

The good news is, Angela's
feeling much better.

Well, that's all that matters.

Not if Anthony can't accept
the fact that she's dying.

[phone rings]

[suspenseful music]

That was fast.

Parks only just got
back from the phone box.

Who is it?

The professor.

[crow cawing]

I didn't know Ormond smoked.

Thank you, Danny.

[crow cawing]

Oh, professor.

Danny?

Yeah.

What can you smell?

No, no, come closer.

Come right over.

[suspenseful music]

It's sweet.

Like pears?

Yeah.

Flesh burned at low temperature

gives off a scent of pears.

Accelerant was involved.

What, kero?

Yes, very likely.

Hot, but not too hot.

That's why it's used by circus
performers, fire eaters.

Look, he's still wearing his begonia.

Always appreciated the little touches.

So maybe the heater caught fire,

he came running out to check, and bang.

Possibly.

No sign of forced entry.

Parks.

Fairly modest bloke.

[Lucien] You're not wrong.

Professor Ormond made it
into the West Australian.

[Danny] Sir.

That rules out robbery.

It's not the first time

one of these heaters has killed someone.

What's a heater doing
in a glass house anyway?

Well, to keep the flowers warm.

Obviously.

That's a lot of trouble for a flower.

Blake.

That's evidence.

Yes, I was just tasting it.

Do you reckon he saw the
fire, and then he ran outside?

[Matthew] Yes, quite likely.

With only one shoe?

One shoe outside.

And one shoe inside.

Gus has the flu.

I'm going to need an
assistant for the autopsy.

Help him out, will you Parks?

What, me?

[Matthew] Mm.

[clears throat]

I didn't have breakfast.

Danny.

All right to keep going?

Yeah, yeah.

Good.

Deep breath.

Let's look in the mouth.

[suspenseful music]

Good.

Ah, doesn't stuff like
this get you down, doc?

Well, for their sake, Danny,

we have to find a way to get through it.

Come here.

Tell me about those
teeth, what do you see?

Not sure.

Colour?

Normal.

Would you expect that if he'd

been taking in mouthfuls of smoke?

Well no, they'd be kind
of black, wouldn't they?

Yes.

No, the inside of his mouth's pink.

Yes.

You'd expect some staining, wouldn't you?

Come take a look at the windpipe with me.

Come on.

Again, he's been breathing
in fumes and soot.

Oh, so they'd be stained too.

Let's see.

Now, how does that look?

Weird, but clean.

Which means?

[suspenseful music]

He wasn't breathing when
the fire was started.

Yes.

Ormond was murdered.

Jesus, that's all we need.

I'm sure it wasn't what Ormond needed.

Don't be a smart ass, Blake.

This isn't gonna do any of us any favours.

I've spent enormous amounts
to bring this festival

to Ballarat, Bendigo wants to pinch it,

now the bloke that ran
it's gone and died on us.

We need to keep this
whole murder theory quiet,

at least until the festival's over.

We don't need to go and
publicise the facts,

but once we start digging, people--

Will start to talk.

Who's still on the judging panel?

Charlie Griffith.

Angela Waterston, though
she's currently indisposed.

And me.

Are you absolutely certain it was murder?

Suppose I wanted to choke you.

[Patrick] Or vice versa.

Please, allow me to demonstrate.

I'd put my hands here, and I'd
squeeze as hard as I could.

Now you feel that?

That's the hyoid bone,
it protects the throat.

You put enough pressure
on that, it will snap.

That's a pretty reliable indicator

that someone's been strangled.

Get your hands off me .

[Matthew] Blake!

[tense music]

Professor Ormond's hyoid bone was snapped.

Ormond was strangled.

Parks, Hobart.

It's time we had a word with Nick Manos.

[clears throat]

[Danny] Mr Manos, would
you mind escorting us

down to the police station, please?

No bloody way.

Along with you.

Mr Manos, we want you to
accompany us to the station

so that we can ask--

Look, I warned you months ago,

if I caught you sniffing
around here with my daughter,

I'd get my shotgun.

Right, Mr Manos, you're coming with us.

[Maria] Dad?

Get back inside, love.

Danny, what are you doing?

You're a dog, Parks, and I'm not

letting you anywhere near my girl.

We're trying to ask him some questions.

[Nick] They want to drag
me down to the station.

What's this about?

I bet it's about that bloody
stupid bastard Ormond.

He's made a complaint, hasn't he?

-He got too much--
-Mr Manos.

Mr Ormond's dead.

All right?

So why are you talking to me?

[sighs] Oh Jesus, you don't think

I had anything to do with it?

Danny.

Can I talk to you?

Please?

[Danny clears throat]

You don't really think he did it?

The boss wants to talk to him.

When did it happen?

Some time last night.

Dad was home the whole time.

What's he saying to you, love?

It's fine, dad.

He wouldn't do something like this.

He couldn't.

Honestly.

Is there anything you can do?

[phone rings]

Yes, yes, of course I'll take the call.

Mr Kim.

I haven't heard from you for a while.

Someone saw them, when was that?

Two years ago, are you sure?

So there's a chance they're still alive.

Yes.

I will fly over
immediately if you need me.

I'll drop everything,
you just let me know.

Thank you, Mr Kim.

No way, you gotta be kidding.

No, I mean it, she's
really coming on to me,

she takes me off to the
side, she's taking my hand,

she's giving me the eye.

Danny.

She's just using you to help her father.

Right, so what, it's got
nothing to do with attraction?

[laughs]

What?

Nothing.

You just need to be careful.

Right, so not only do you
think I'm not attractive,

you think I'm naive.

Well, you said it.

[suspenseful music]

Do you know anything about the begonia?

Not a damn thing.

But since I'm on the judging panel.

Well, some people take
them very seriously.

Yeah, so I've gathered.

What can you tell me about these things?

Well, it's quite hard to
define the classic begonia.

They don't like heat or frost.

They must love Ballarat.

And they take quite a
lot of looking after.

Now honestly, why would you bother?

Well, people love them.

Enough to kill someone?

I don't know anything about it.

According to witnesses, you made

some threats against the professor.

Who told you that, Charlie Griffith?

It's always Charlie
Griffith with you, isn't it?

What happened between those two?

Apparently a land deal went bad.

[Lucien] When was that?

1870.

Bloody hell.

The Griffiths have been rich,

and the Manoses angry ever since.

Well I guess that makes for

a sound motivation for Nick
Manos to go and kill Griffith,

but why kill the professor?

Seven times he's won.

Bloody Charlie Griffith.

King of the festival, buying
the most expensive flowers

with all the money he's got.

And you thought you'd level
the playing field, right?

Look, I didn't mind giving Ormond

a scare, but I didn't kill him.

[Bill] You mean what
happened was an accident?

I wasn't there, I wouldn't know.

We know you threatened him.

Because he and Griffith are crooks.

I didn't kill him.

And you expect us to believe that?

You got nothing.

Where were you last night, Nick?

At home.

Can anyone vouch for that?

Every year, Nick Manos thinks

the judging is biassed against him.

And is it?

Well, Charlie Griffith is
on the judging committee.

He and the professor were
quite a formidable team.

Perhaps Mr Manos just snapped.

And strangled Ormond.

And set his body on fire.

Mail for you.

Oh, thank you.

[knocking]

Better get that.

Poor Professor Ormond.

You say it was the heater?

[Lucien] So it seems.

How awful.

Thank you.

Darling.

He's got such a sweet tooth.

Yes.

Now tell me, what did the clinic say?

We've moved the wedding forward.

[Jean] Oh, will your
family be coming, Anthony?

Probably not.

Perth is such a long way away.

It's okay.

It's a long trip.

No, if they can't be
bothered travelling, then.

Sweetheart.

Actually, we've been a little dishonest.

We came here today with an agenda.

Dad is no longer with us, and

Anthony's family isn't coming.

I've known you and your
father my whole life.

Would you walk me down the aisle?

Of course, there will be dancing,

and as the stand in father,
you'll be expected to

dance the second waltz with me.

But of course.

I'd love to.

So Angela, you bring that
dress of yours over here,

and we'll see what we can do about it.

Would you, you're an angel
with the sewing needle.

It's good to see Angela
looking so much stronger today.

[Anthony] Isn't it?

She's a wonder.

[Lucien] Not going to
last long, I'm afraid.

The transfusion was a great success.

Well the transfusions might
help for a while, Anthony, but

aplastic anaemia is fatal,
and as I've told you before,

ultimately there's nothing we can do.

Kind of pinning my hopes
on this new treatment.

Yes, and so is Angela.

Yeah, that's a good thing.

Well not if your hopes are unfounded.

Can I be frank with you?

Of course.

You told us two months ago that Angela

wouldn't go downhill for some time.

I was wrong.

Yeah.

Couldn't you be wrong
about the transfusions?

Yes, the transfusions might help, I

just didn't expect things to
progress quite so rapidly.

I'm trying my best to help her, Lucien.

But sometimes it feels like

we're the only ones who are trying.

Go on, you'd better get a move on.

Boss.

Not very impressed with you.

What?

Nick Manos is threatening to
come after you and shoot you.

His daughter reckons he
was home all last night.

Can anyone else verify that?

I checked with the neighbours.

People saw him through the
night and early in the morning.

That'd be right.

This'll be one charge
Manos isn't guilty of.

Well, do you want me to
have a look around and

see if I can find out any more?

[sighs] Well, we'll have to

release him soon if we don't charge him.

Maybe leave him in the cell
for a bit while I ask around.

You're learning, son.

Hey Parks.

Sir.

You'll still be taking the bike.

[laughing]

I had a word with the boss.

Told him that your dad
was here the whole night.

That's right, isn't it?

Dad parks his ute outside
my bedroom window.

I would've heard him.

Is he all right?

Yeah, he's okay.

He's threatened to use his
bloody shotgun on me. [laughs]

He seems to think I've been
hanging around for months.

You know dad, always paranoid.

Yeah.

[both laugh]

Has there been anyone else?

Not since you.

[engine rumbles]

Isn't that Oliver Griffith?

Leave this to me.

[tense music]

Oliver Griffith.

What are you doing here, mate?

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey!

What are you doing here?

Yeah, I heard you.

I'm minding my own business,
what are you doing?

Mate, you're on private property.

So drive your dad's pretty car around,

drive back out to that main road,

and don't ever come back here.

And that goes for your dad as well.

[engine rumbles]

Well, that's all sorted.

[tense music]

I paid the rates today.

You not hungry?

Those other bills, they couldn't wait.

[Danny] I'll have it if you're not.

Is that all you think about?

Not quite.

You're revolting.

I didn't say anything!

Just eat your dinner, I'm
tired of talking to you.

Wow, that got a reaction.

Just shut up, would you?

[Jean] Do you two mind?

I'm not the one who shouted,
I'm just eating my dinner.

[knocking]

Oh, I'll get it.

[Nick] I know you're in there, you dog!

Bloody open up!

The dulcet tones of Mr Nick
Manos, if I'm not mistaken.

I'll sort this out.

I'm coming with you.

[Nick] Parks!

Get out here now!

I'm ringing the boss right now.

Make yourself scarce.

Mr Manos, it's Doctor Blake.

Now, I'm going to open the door,

we can have a nice, calm
chat about this, all right?

[Jean] Oh!

Bloody hell!

[Nick] I'll kill you, Parks!

Get out of here.

No, no, no, no.

I want to talk to him.

[Nick] I told you to stay away!

But you were round there
this afternoon with her!

While I was being accused of
murder at the police station.

I've got your wallet!

I was following up questions.

Go on, go.

I'd rather you went back
to the kitchen as well.

Now Mr Manos.

[Nick] What?

If you have to shoot anyone, shoot me.

All right?

Now I'm going to open the door.

I take it you didn't make an appointment.

That young copper out here now.

Not likely, Mr Manos.

Jean.

This is about your daughter, isn't it?

Damn right.

What's going on?

Mr Manos, perhaps it's
time to just lower the gun.

Where'd she go?

She calling the police?

If she is, I'll--

Thank you, Jean.

Mr Manos, the...

The gun.

Single malt, top shelf.

That young copper of yours
broke my girl's heart.

You tell him to leave her alone
or I'll shoot holes in him.

You really think coming around here

with a shotgun's the best
way to work this thing out?

Yeah, well, got your attention.

Please, Mr Manos.

Would you like some whisky?

Mm, here.

There's his wallet.

Thank you.

[sighs]

It's just hard by yourself, you know?

Especially with a daughter.

Yes, I can imagine.

Maria's got a real chance, you know?

To be Miss Begonia this year.

Dads always are very
proud of their daughters.

She's the best girl.

It's about time the others
started to realise that too.

[Mattie whispers]

Why don't you write a letter to Mark?

All right, maybe he'll be interested.

Shh!

You attacked Professor
Ormond yesterday, and

you said a few things
that any reasonable person

would describe as threatening.

Yeah, well I got a bit of a temper.

How much of a temper, Mr Manos?

Too much.

You're carrying yourself with
some upper body stiffness.

So?

Injuries sustained while
murdering the professor perhaps,

just a thought.

You're an odd fella.

Not many people would say
that to a bloke with a gun.

[laughs]

You haven't answered me.

I was working on an old generator.

Had faulty wiring, and started a fire.

I didn't get out in time,
and got third degree burns

all the way up my
shoulder and down my arm.

Goodness, yes, that's an old burn.

[Nick] Yeah, I was 15.

You should make an appointment
with my receptionist, Nick.

There are things we can do to
help with that scar tissue.

Does that mean you don't
reckon I killed the bloke?

I think it's very unlikely

someone who suffered third
degree burns when they were 15

would torch the body of
a man they just murdered.

[sighs]

That's what I'm talking about.

You know, I keep telling
that superintendent,

it's gotta be Charlie Griffith.

He and Ormond used to be thick

as thieves until they fell out.

And why did they fall out?

Oh, Griffith is rich as hell,
who knows what he thinks?

He owns half of Bendigo now.

You mean Ballarat?

Bendigo.

I reckon that's where
the festival's gonna go.

He's got mates on the
council and everything.

He's gonna make even
more money, the bastard.

[rooster crows]

Ah, good morning.

Morning.

I couldn't sleep either.

Fancy a tea?

No thanks.

Mattie, do you still have that friend who

works at the land titles office?

I want to make some inquiries
about properties in Bendigo,

find out who owns what,
what things are worth.

Of course.

Good.

So what's keeping you awake, Mattie?

Mark wrote to me.

He's engaged, to a mutual friend of ours.

Ah.

He's done nothing wrong,
I can't blame him.

Elizabeth's lovely.

Well, I am sorry.

I'm really on the shelf now, aren't I?

Nonsense.

Got your whole life ahead of you.

I'm just disappointed
in myself, that's all.

No, no.

I'll get my friend to give you a call.

[suspenseful music]

Mr Griffith, you must be
concerned about the publicity.

I know what the papers are saying.

I say we just carry on.

Do you think we'll lose the festival?

Journalists, just ignore them.

Ah, good foliage.

Strong colour.

Poor root structure, though.

I didn't realise the flower
business was so important.

It's a prestige thing for the council.

And there's no money in it, no

kick backs for businesses or land owners?

Professor made a good living.

Just out of interest,

what was the council paying him?

About 1 a week, I believe.

Plus an appearance fee and a
couple of shillings per day.

Princely.

Ah, look at that little champ.

Isn't he a beauty, I bet he wouldn't mind

if he ended up in Bendigo.

You're in a mood, Lucien.

Oh, I blame the flowers.

You all right?

Ah, yes.

I'm fine.

[sighs]

See, I do listen to you.

And is it helping?

Not sure.

You go on ahead.

How are you finding your judging duties?

Oh, begonias have become my new passion,

I can't get enough of them.

Lovely, aren't they?

Yes, they are.

And who would have known that Bendigo

could be home to such fragile things.

You mean Ballarat.

Yes. [laughs]

Easy to get the two towns mixed up,

especially if you own property in both.

Is there something you
want to say to me, Doctor?

You have close ties with the
Bendigo council, don't you,

and you own half the city's properties

on the Calder Highway.

That's commercial in confidence.

How much would you make

if Bendigo council succeeded
in taking over the festival?

Particularly now that Professor Ormond is

conveniently out of the way?

How much did you offer him

to take the festival to Bendigo?

Did he turn you down flat?

I'd stop making wild accusations
if I were you, Doctor.

Is that a threat?

That's advice.

I've got Charlie Griffith inside

making an official complaint about you.

What'd you say to him?

We were having a chat about begonias.

And I might have somehow insinuated

that he killed the professor.

Why?

Nick Manos told me Griffith owns

half the civic real estate in Bendigo.

He's got friends on council--

Well don't believe
everything Nick Manos says.

But this time Manos was right.

I checked with the land titles office.

If the festival goes to Bendigo,

Griffith's going to make a killing.

[Matthew] Is that all?

Not quite.

Ormond and Griffith used to be great mates

until they had a falling out.

[chuckles]

You don't seem surprised.

[sighs]

Charlie Griffith's a prick.

[laughs] That's what Nick Manos said.

Nick Manos is an idiot.

He's gonna lose his gun
licence for that stunt

he pulled at your place last night.

Well, I don't think he
really intended to use it.

Well that's not the point.

Stay here, don't do anything.

[Lucien] Oliver, isn't it?

Yeah.

Lucien Blake.

Your dad's down there now

making an official complaint about me.

Any idea where he was last night?

Was he at home polishing his grudge

against Nick Manos, perhaps?

I don't know who you are.

And I don't appreciate you
saying those things to me.

[tense music]

[birds calling]

Ah.

Anything for me?

Not today.

Expecting something?

No, no, not really.

Any plans that I should know about?

Yes, I thought I might actually

see some patients today, for a change.

[car door slams]

[Angela] You must think me such a whinger.

[Lucien] Never.

I am, and don't you dare say I'm brave,

or I'll be forced to cry.

[Lucien chuckles]

How are you feeling?

Wretched.

And I'm tired.

Well, I know you don't want to hear this,

but you really should consider
postponing the wedding.

Until I'm better?

Angela.

Sorry.

[Lucien] No, you have
nothing to say sorry for.

I'm gonna need some more of this.

[Lucien] I'll make some up.

You know, just when I'm
feeling sorry for myself,

I start thinking of the poor professor.

He left me a card the night he died.

But we were in Melbourne.

Really?

What did it say?

Would you mind if I hung onto it?

Of course.

Good, now.

What about those hands of
yours, how are they feeling?

They're cold.

Ooh, they are.

Is there anything else I can do for you?

Well, you can practise your dancing.

Charles Griffith wants
you officially reprimanded

and removed from the
festival judging committee.

That's a bitter disappointment,
what about the reprimand?

Consider yourself reprimanded.

Done.

The professor left this

at Angela Waterston's the
evening he was murdered.

Must see you on your return.

Why would he want to see her?

She and Griffith were on the
same committee, I don't know.

Anything interesting in his belongings?

Parks.

Professor Ormond had regular
payments of 1.10 a week

paid into his account,
starting from a month ago.

That's his weekly wage.

There's nothing else.

Did he own a car?

Apparently he caught trains and taxis,

just lived out of his suitcases.

If you were Professor Ormond,

where would you keep your bribe money?

[drums on table]

[dramatic music]

Rip it out, Parks.

[dramatic music]

[chuckles]

Boss.

Poor root structure indeed.

Ormond and Griffith conspired

to move the festival to Bendigo.

Ormond gets greedy,

asks for more money,
hence the falling out.

Ormond threatened to unmask
him, Griffith kills him.

Mind you,

most of his work's pretty much done.

Parks, get back to the pavilion

and talk to anyone you can find.

We need to get this watertight
before we bring Griffith in.

Yes sir.

What can I do?

Go home.

Uphold the hippocratic oath.

[chuckles]

Now you're getting the hang
of it, Matthew. [laughs]

[engine rumbles]

[bird calls]

Did you know the first Europeans

to see the begonia died
shortly afterwards?

Oh, the begonia curse.

Yes, something like that.

I wouldn't have thought you were

superstitious, Doctor Blake.

[chuckles]

Turns out Nick Manos was right,

the professor was apparently on the take.

Ah, Charlie Griffith was paying him?

Probably.

Has he been charged?

No, not yet.

There's something missing.

I just can't quite figure it out.

Men, why do they always
miss the simple things?

That's because we're too
busy fighting, bribing,

and setting each other on fire.

[Jean laughs]

All she needs is a little bit of care.

Do you think the professor
cared about his begonias?

Yes, I thought he did.

[sighs]

What am I missing here?

Nothing.

In all probability, I'm sure
you've got it all figured out.

-[dramatic music]
-[crows cawing]

[taps on lid]

[dramatic music]

[yelling]

[dramatic music]

Doc, I got a problem.

The gardener I talked
to said he saw two cars

parked side by side at the pavilion.

An old ute, and an MG Magnette.

The cars belong to Manos and Griffith.

What time?

Late, the same night the
professor was murdered.

[sighs] You're bloody kidding.

She swore that her dad didn't

leave the house the whole night.

We all know what you were
doing your thinking with.

What about Charlie Griffith?

Well he got upset when I
asked him where he was.

So they were both there at the

same time, Manos and Griffith.

Their cars were definitely there.

Oh, what were they both
doing there at the same time?

They hate each other.

Anyhow, I found this at
the festival cottage.

Whoever killed the
professor was at the launch.

Thanks for stating the obvious.

Do you want me to bring them both in?

No, we need to get our story straight.

I'll get Hobart onto it.

Least I know he won't cock it up.

[dramatic music]

Not drinking whisky with any

gun-carrying madmen this evening?

[chuckles]

Your passport's out of date.

If you're heading overseas soon,

you'll be wanting to renew it.

[Lucien] You heard me the other night.

Yes, the phone woke me.

I lost my family during the war.

My wife and my baby daughter.

And I've been looking for them ever since.

And now?

Now someone thinks they
may have seen them, so

they may still be alive.

Well.

You should go, when you know.

By the way, the judges love your begonia.

[laughs] You know I tried
to bribe the professor?

I took him my passion fruit
sponge, but he turned me down.

Says he hates sugar.

And he can't eat those seeds,

they get caught under his dental plate.

[dramatic music]

Someone had a piece.

Well, it wasn't the professor.

I do hope you find your family, Lucien.

Goodnight.

-[people chattering]
-[jazzy music]

Maria.

Oh, sorry.

Good luck.

You bastard.

Settle down, Mr Manos.

Where is she?

Well, I was gonna ask you that.

And more the matter, where were you

when Professor Ormond was murdered?

Maria said you were at home.

I was.

Then why was your car seen
at the pavilion that night?

Parked alongside Charlie Griffith's car.

What are you talking about, Constable?

[dramatic music]

[Lucien] Mattie?

[Mattie] Mm-hm?

What are the symptoms of aplastic anaemia?

Fatigue.

Shortness of breath.

Coldness in extremities,

very pale skin.

What's the usual course of the disease?

Always fatal.

Slow decline.

Very predictable course, usually.

Yes, that's exactly as I understand it.

I've double checked everything.

Why isn't this helping?

Why is Angela failing?

Oops.

[dramatic music]

[Jean] Doctor, you ready?

Yes.

Ah, Mrs Beazley, you do look
handsome this afternoon.

We're running late.

Thank you.

[Jean] Mattie, aren't you coming?

What, and sit around watching
a bunch of giggling girls

compete over who's the prettiest
and bakes the best scones?

I'd rather drink dishwater.

I'll explain later.

-[jazzy music]
-[people chattering]

We can't find one of the contestants.

Who?

The Manos girl, wouldn't you know it?

I've told all the girls,
we start in five minutes.

Right.

[jazzy music]

[sighs]

Oh, Lucien, I was hoping you might...

You're an angel, thank you, I'm clean out.

There you are, my dear.

Time, Miss Waterston?

Yes, I'm ready.

[jazzy music]

Ladies and gentlemen.

It's my pleasure to welcome
you here to the final round

of judging for this year's
Miss Begonia competition.

[applause]

We have had some trouble locating

one of the lovely contestants, no matter.

The show must go on.

Time for some introductions.

The lovely Miss Waterston,
heiress to the Waterston fortune,

who won't be a Miss for much longer.

[applause]

I'm Charles Griffith, and we'll
be your judges this evening.

It's time for the Ballarat

Miss Begonia competition to begin.

[applause]

Our first contestant comes
all the way from Castle May,

where she works in accounts at
her father's hardware store.

-Kate Brussel.
-[applause]

[dramatic music]

And now, ladies and gentlemen,
last and maybe not least,

as far as the judges are concerned,

-Miss Maria Manos.
-[applause]

Tell the judges, Maria,

what could you hope to
achieve as Miss Begonia?

Well frankly, after two
world wars, Korea and Malaya,

I think world peace might
be out of our reach.

[Charlie] That's very forthright of you.

Perhaps it's time to set
our sights a little lower.

I'd like to aim for peace
in our part of the world.

Between our families, Mr Griffith.

So why don't you and I
do something about it,

and shake hands?

I don't think that's appropriate.

Everyone knows I haven't
got a hope in hell

of winning this thing with you up here.

But if I can stop you and
dad from killing each other,

then it'll all be worthwhile.

Maria Manos, everyone.

I haven't finished.

I'll put up with you
being rude to me here,

because that's all anyone
would expect from you.

But once we're family...

Family?

You're gonna have to talk nice to me.

And to my dad.

You'll never be family.

Ask Oliver about that.

He's the one who asked me to marry him.

[applause]

Your son.

I said yes, of course.

[applause]

Miss Maria Manos, this
year's Begonia Queen.

-Oh!
-[applause]

Danny, would you mind terribly

if I borrowed you for a moment?

[applause]

-Daniel.
-Yeah.

[applause]

Ah, Lucien, wasn't that the best?

Oof, and how lovely was that girl?

She was so strong.

And how about you, darling?

How are you feeling?

Oh, I'm exhausted.

But I wouldn't miss that for the world.

Perhaps some of my tonic
might help revive her,

one of the fresh bottles I brought today.

Darling.

[dramatic music]

Mm.

Tastes a little different, doesn't it?

Although it's my usual
mixture, not too much honey,

'cause I know you don't
like anything too sweet.

Someone else added the extra sugar

to all the previous bottles
to cover the arsenic.

Yes, someone with a sweet tooth.

And it was very clever to choose arsenic,

because all the symptoms match
those of aplastic anaemia.

Lucien?

Almost, except for the transverse lines

on the fingernails, and the
discoloration of the skin.

Would you mind taking
off your gloves, my dear?

This is outrageous.

You have nothing to be ashamed of.

Okay.

A definite sign of arsenic poisoning.

Angela, can you tell me

the ingredients in my tonic?

Yeah, how could I forget?

Glycerin, ascorbic acid,
hawthorn extract, honey.

Anthony told me you'd forgotten.

Angela must have been in
the clinic in Melbourne

recovering from the
transfusion, you drove back here

and phoned me early in the morning.

And it must have seemed rather
a good alibi at the time,

reminding me that you were somewhere else.

And you probably made the call

after you murdered Professor Ormond.

And perhaps, you were
eating a piece of cake.

What?

[gasps] I know.

-It's all right.
-[Angela gasps]

I want to speak to a lawyer.

You get a lawyer when I say you can.

They're charging him now.

Anthony Farmer, you're charged with

the murder of Professor Kenneth Ormond.

You're also charged with the

attempted murder of Angela Waterston.

Yeah?

Good luck proving any of it.

[tuts]

[Lucien] I couldn't work out

why you were going downhill so rapidly.

I should have asked you
to remove those gloves.

None of my specialists did.

Still, no excuse.

He told the truth about one thing though.

He did spend some time in Perth.

But he was known as Samuel Bower.

This was on the other
side of Ormond's article.

Accused of murdering a wealthy

young woman he'd just married.

Cause of death, arsenic poisoning,
the case was thrown out.

He was married.

Yes.

At least once that we know of.

And you see, the professor
loved his clippings.

Fate had them both in the same newspaper,

and eventually in the same town.

Ormond must have recognised Anthony

when we were helping you at the pavilion.

That's why he wanted to see me.

I was in danger.

Anthony realised, left you at the clinic,

drove back and killed the professor.

He phoned me asking about the ingredients

of your tonic just to cover himself.

We dusted the place for prints.

I guess you were wearing gloves.

Except you took them off
to eat that piece of cake.

And to pick up that plate.

Cuff him.

[dramatic music]

[Angela] Why would he do this to me?

Because he wanted your inheritance.

But why poison me?

I'm dying already.

He just couldn't wait, could he?

[emotional music]

[Lucien] Come here.

Hi.

G'day.

I heard.

Here we go, Mattie, look,
I don't want to talk--

No, no, I'm sorry.

Really.

Cup of tea?

And if you're not really
interested in a person,

it hurts when they turn out to

be interested in someone else.

Especially when it's very, very public.

She used me to put her
father off the scent.

The night the professor died,

they borrowed their dads' cars.

And that's when he proposed.

She seemed so blissfully happy.

I'm sure she is.

[cups clink]

So how is she?

Devastated.

I suppose her health
will improve for a while,

now she doesn't have all
those poisons in her system.

Most certainly will.

Here we are.

And congratulations, eh?

Honourable mention.

I don't deserve it.

I tried to bribe the
professor with my cake.

Oh, come on.

The others used cash.

[laughs]

Your cake played a very big part

in Anthony Farmer's downfall.

That's true.

Come on.

[classical music]

Sorry.

Goodness.

It's been ages since I...

May I?

All right.

You know, there's a special
someone for all of us.

You just remember that.

Really?

Oh, yes.

[classical music]

[violin music]