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[light music]

[camera snapping]

[muffed chatter]

Can I have your attention, please?

We're fortunate to be living
in a time of great progress,

but all too often, advancement comes

at the expense of our heritage.

My brother and I believe
the past is something

to be cherished, Ballarat's past captured

forever for future generations.

I'm delighted to announce Council has

approved the site for development.

You used me!

You bloody Fosters are all the same.

[Noel] Join us for a drink.

Yeah, yeah, I don't want a drink!

Can someone show Mr. Young out?

She used me, and look at you all know it!

This is your fault, isn't it, Foster?

I'm not finished with you.

Get your hands off me!

Ladies and gentlemen, Mr.
Young's personal issues

have nothing to do with
this glorious development.

So please join me in celebrating

something that is truly historic.

I give you the Foster family's
legacy, Goldrush Park.

[audience applauding]

[light dramatic music]

[dramatic music]

[Lucien] Fluids, that's what you need.

You're dehydrated.

[Frank] Do spirits count?

Only if they're top-shelf.

[Frank] Always.

Well, nearly always.

Now, any existing conditions or injuries

I need to know about?

No, nothing exciting,

except this old war wound back here.

And where were you serving?

North Africa, 6th Division.

I was in Singapore.

Oh, you would have seen some action, then.

We both did, by the looks of things.

Yes, well, my wife used to say that

I got shot running the wrong way.

[Lucien] Is that right?

She sounds like a woman of good humor.

She was.

She died nearly two years ago.

I am sorry.

Well, part of the reason
for the move here.

Fresh start and all.

[Lucien] Quite.

Do you, um, have any family
or friends in Ballarat?

Not a soul.

Not yet, anyway.

There are worse places for a fresh start.

Now, what is it you do, Mr. Carlyle?

Oh, please call me Frank.

Frank.

What is it you do, Frank?

Oh, sorry, Lucien.

That was the police station.

You're wanted at the swimming baths.

Right.

Thank you, Jean.

Jean, Mr. Frank Carlyle.

Just moved to the area.

Mr. Carlyle.

Pleased to meet you, Jean.

Well, we best get going.

Where?

Oh, the swimming baths.

I'm not sure I follow you, Frank.

Well, the truth is, I'm your
new Chief Superintendent.

Reg Foster.

Yeah.

Who's your friend?

Your new boss.

It's Bill Hobart, isn't it?

Frank.

Frank Carlyle?

Yes, whatever you've heard, it's a lie,

unless it's complimentary.

And you must be--

Simmons, sir.

I fell in, trying to get him out.

So, what have we got?

Ah, Reg Foster's a
widower, big into property.

He's on the front page of
the paper this morning.

Found about two hours ago
by younger brother Noel.

We only got him out to--

Yeah, yeah, to identify him.

Yeah, it's fine.

You did the right thing.

So where's his brother?

We swam together most mornings.

[Lucien] Was Reg a strong swimmer?

But it helped with his spine.

He had an injury from when we were young.

It's my fault.

Why would you say that, Noel?

We meet every morning at 6:00 a.m.,

and I was ten minutes late.

I, I, I could have saved him.

Noel are these Reg's clothes?

[Noel] Yes.

[Lucien] All right.

We'll need to take them to
the morgue with the body.

[Alice] His watch stopped.

Right.

To my sons.

There's a lot of water in his lungs.

Mm.

Anything else?

The spinal injury.

Yes, but anything else?

Evidence of testicular atrophy.

Duly noted.

And what else?

I give up.

His swimming trunks are on inside out.

Perhaps he dressed in the dark.

There's no external cranial injuries.

I already checked.

Very good.

Alice, would you mind passing
me the magnifying glass?

[Alice] Hands are full.

Right you are.

Now several tufts of hair missing,

and what appears to be dried
blood around the follicles.

Could have happened when
they dragged him out.

True.

Bill Hobart can be somewhat enthusiastic.

What?

This water's not chlorinated.

[Frank] So our man didn't
drown at the baths?

He was killed somewhere
else and moved post-mortem.

Alice is testing the diatoms as we speak.

Diatoms being?

A microorganism present in water.

In theory, it's possible to
confirm the drowning site

by finding a match with
the water in his lungs.

But only in theory?

We'd need, we'd need samples from every

body of water, every tap,
every damn puddle in Ballarat.

Well, best we requisition
some bottles, then.

Yes.

I'll start at the baths,
test the sinks and whatever--

No, no, no, you're far
more valuable with me.

Get one of these blokes to do the legwork.

Constable Simmons, you
have an affinity for water.

Dr. Blake here has a job for you.

We, on the other hand, will start here

the last place Reg was seen alive.

[light dramatic music]

Norma, how long have you
been Mr. Foster's secretary?

Three years.

He was a gentleman.

I don't know why anyone would hurt him.

Very organized.

Certainly loved a right angle.

He said that's how he made his
fortune; routine and order.

Were you at the presentation last night?

No, I'd gone home.

So you weren't there for
Reg's big announcement?

I wasn't feeling well.

If you'll excuse me.

That reminds me, we'll need a water sample

from the bathroom.

How's he financing this Goldrush Park?

The Fosters are, um,
independently wealthy.

Ah.

I'll get a copy of the will,

see who stands to benefit then.

There's something not right here, Frank.

[camera clicking]

Don't mind me.

Rose Anderson, The Courier.

[Frank] Chief Superintendent Carlyle.

I'm just taking a few snaps
for Reg Foster's obituary.

How did you hear about all this?

Welcome to Ballarat.

No photographs.

I heard he drowned in the swimming baths.

Is there more to the story?

There is, isn't there?

Miss Anderson, did you take
this photograph last night?

Valerie Foster called up first thing

to complain about being
cut out of picture.

[Frank] Reg's wife?

Sister.

I'll need a copy of all your photographs,

if I may, thank you, Miss Anderson--

Why?

What are you investigating,
is this a homicide?

I'll need you to leave now,
thank you Miss Anderson.

I will do you a deal.

You give me a statement,

and I'll tell you who made
a kerfuffle last night.

I'll do you a deal you tell
me everything you know,

and I won't arrest you for

obstructing a police investigation.

Ah, Mr. Young?

Yes.

Quick word?

[Lionel] Um, yes.

Indeed, just through here.

Come in.

Look, we just wanted to have a quick chat

about the death of Reg Foster.

Okay

Um, I couldn't hurt anyone, little me.

Reg Foster was physically impaired.

It wouldn't take much to do some harm.

And you did threaten him last night

in front of a roomful of people.

First of all, I was angry.

And, and, and maybe a little plastered.

Why don't you tell us what
he did to you, Lionel?

[light dramatic music]

Valerie Foster and I were together,

at least we tried to be.

Reg was possessive.

He wanted his sister to stay a spinster,

at his beck and call.

He insisted that she ended it.

And he thought I wasn't worthy.

Right, and she did what he wanted?

[Lucien] Go on.

Well, the Fosters were planning

the Goldrush Park development,

and they wanted someone
from the Council onside.

Valerie asked me to push
the approval through,

said that if I did it,
we would win Reg over.

But it didn't work?

As soon as the park was
approved, she ditched me again.

I know Reg was behind it.

They used me.

I fell for it.

Lionel, where's your nearest sink?

You certainly have a way with people.

I have never seen a suspect
offer up his house keys before.

I'll drop you at the morgue

so you can have someone test that sample.

That sink big enough to drown in, though?

Well, it only takes a few inches of water.

Oh, while I'm at Lionel's place,

I might send Bill Hobart
round to the Foster house.

He can question Valerie.

I wouldn't mind joining him.

I've heard this is the way

you like to work, which is fine by me.

You keep getting results,

I'll keep letting you do what you want.

[door slamming]

[doorbell ringing]

Doc?

Can we get a move on?

Right you are, Bill.

Oh, bloody hell.

Murder?

[Bill] It appears your brother

didn't drown at the pool, Miss Foster.

Yes, whoever committed the crime wanted

it to look like an accident.

Valerie, perhaps you should have a seat.

No, I'm fine.

Thank you.

Are you sure about this?

Is it just you and your brother

who live here, Miss Foster?

[Lucien] What about your
younger brother Noel?

Noel has his own house.

I was only staying here temporarily

when I returned from America.

Reg insisted I stay.

He got lonely.

Right.

When did you last see Reg?

In his office, after the party.

I stayed to help him clean up.

He couldn't rest until the
place was completely spotless.

Was there anyone else with you?

Did you return home together?

[Valerie] Yes.

[Bill] And did you notice anyone

following you at any stage

or anyone loitering outside the office?

No.

[Lucien] And what time
did you arrive back here?

Around 9:00, 9:30.

Reg stayed up to do some reading.

I went straight to bed.

When I woke up this morning,

I received the phone call from Noel.

Reg's bed wasn't even slept in.

Valerie, would you mind
terribly if I had a look around?

No.

Thank you.

[light dramatic music]

[Valerie] What are you doing?

What happened here?

The bath has started leaking.

What a nuisance.

Bill, look here.

Just like his office.

That's why it felt so wrong.

Do you recall how Reg's
clothes were left at the pool?

They were just shoved in the locker.

Yes.

But here, just like his office,

everything is stored and
arranged neatly, impeccably.

So either the killer
didn't know Reg very well,

which is doubtful, or they were
in a panic and not thinking.

Valerie I couldn't help but notice that,

snow globe in the living room.

It's a [speaking foreign language].

Yes.

Statue of Liberty, is it yours?

Yes, actually.

It's a souvenir.

I lived in New York for several years.

Ah.

Wonderful city, New York.

What brought you back to Ballarat?

The weather.

I'll go have a look at
the other rooms, shall I?

One of yours?

Unlike some, I don't
believe in decorating myself

to impress the opposite sex.

[sniffing]

Perfume.

Quite strong.

Mm, sometimes I think
the woman bathes in it.

And what woman might that be?

I told Reg to stay away from her.

She's nothing but a gold-digger.

But she'd flutter her eyelashes,

and he'd be enchanted all over again.

What woman?

She's a vicious, bitter old spinster.

She's jealous of me.

She's jealous of anyone who
draws attention from her.

Why didn't you tell us about
the relationship before?

Because it was private.

That's how Reg wanted it.

Reg cared more about his public
image than he did about me.

Did that make you angry?

It made me disappointed.

Why weren't you at the party last night?

I've already told your boss.

I was ill!

And did you see Mr. Foster after that?

No.

Did you part on good terms?

Yes, I...

You're lying.

What are you hiding?

Nothing!

You're looking flushed, Norma.

Why don't you sit down for a minute?

Take a couple of good breaths, eh?

How long have you been feeling unwell?

[Norma] It's the shock.

I'll be fine.

Really?

It's not the shock, though, is it?

Nausea, flushes, slippery pulse?

Old Chinese medicine technique
for diagnosing pregnancy.

How far gone are you, Norma?

A few months.

[Bill] Reg Foster's the father, isn't he?

I told him just before the party.

[Lucien] And how did he react?

He just went quiet, and
then he told Valerie.

She accused me of trying
to trap him into marriage,

said he'd never marry the likes of me.

I tried to talk to him, but
she wouldn't let me near him.

She just sent me home.

[Bill] Don't go anywhere.

We might need to speak to you again.

[Frank] A woman scorned.

Bit of a cliche, isn't it?

Norma Emerson is ambitious
and opportunistic.

I wouldn't rule her out just yet.

And I've requested Reg's
medical records from his GP.

There's something I want to check

before we speak with Norma again.

And we didn't find anything incriminating

at Lionel Young's place, but
I managed to get you this.

Excellent.

I'll get that tested first thing.

[Frank] Ah, Ned.

Here we go, Doc, got these two.

Oh, Ned, well done.

I've left a few more at
the charge counter as well.

Have them all sent to the
morgue for me, would you?

Ah, and there's this, from
the front of the Foster house.

I hope you didn't waste a good drop.

Oh, which reminds me,

having a bit of a lock-in with the boys.

First day on the job and all that.

You'll be joining us?

Yes.

Yes, I, um, I'll just phone home first.

Right.

Check with the boss.

Oh, and, um, tell Charlie
Davis to show his face.

Ned tells me that he lives with you.

I know he's on sick leave,
but I would like to meet him.

Right you are.

[clinking]

To teamwork, and to solving

this Reg Foster business quickly.

Cheers.

-Cheers.
-Hear, hear.

I tap my boots and I lay on the gas

So, Davis?

Ah, yes.

He's in Melbourne, visiting his mother.

I think being stuck in a house

on sick leave has been
driving him slightly mad.

That's all right.

There's always next time.

So the wife was okay with you staying

out past your bedtime, then?

Jean's not my wife.

She's, well, let's just say she,

she's a great support to me.

I miss that.

Miranda and I were
together nearly 20 years.

Met as teenagers.

Took me a long time to
get my act together.

My one regret was not marrying her sooner.

Right.

Excuse me, Frank.

[muffled music]

Noel?

Mind if I join you?

Tough day, eh?

Do you have anyone who
can help you through this?

Reg and I supported each
other through everything.

He was five when I was born.

My earliest memory is Reg, always there,

looking after me, protecting me.

What about your sister Valerie?

Mm, Valerie.

Are you close to her?

Valerie's always been independent.

Ah.

She resented us, I
suppose, how close we were.

Reg and I would spend
entire summers together

in the parklands, out past
Wendouree, building forts,

playing soldiers and
miners, panning for gold.

We never found any.

Is that where the inspiration
came from for Goldrush Park?

We just wanted to capture
those golden days,

that magic, unspoiled parkland,

adventure, history, education.

It would have made a wonderful legacy.

No reason why it still can't happen.

No, it's tainted now.

I must get going soon.

I have to make arrangements
for the funeral.

[Lucien] I am sorry, Noel.

Have you got the time?

Yes, I think it's time for one last round.

[light dramatic music]

[Jean] Are you sure about this?

[Mattie] I think so.

Yes.

It's all very sudden, Mattie.

Well, you know that I love living here,

Jean, but it's a job offer

and it's an amazing opportunity
and I have to take it.

And to do that--

You have to leave Ballarat.

Oh, it's wonderful news, Mattie.

Are you happy?

I'm a little scared.

And I want you to know
that I'm really happy

for you and Lucien.

I don't know what you're talking about.

Come on now, you deserve this.

You both do.

[light music]

What did Lucien say when
you told him the big news?

You haven't told him.

I don't know.

I don't want to disappoint him.

He'll be fine, Mattie.

Trust me.

Ah, bacon and eggs?

I expect you need a hearty
breakfast after last night.

[Lucien] I wasn't home that late, was I?

It was after midnight when someone

fell over the wheelbarrow and woke me up.

I'm sure that wasn't me.

And then dropped their
keys in the hallway.

That may have been me.

Oh, Jean, you make it all sound so seedy.

Last night was a simple
ceremonial gathering

of the Ballarat Police Force
and associated parties.

Oh, and Charlie just rang, by the way.

He's on a train now.

Apparently, your new
Chief Superintendent's

given him the go-ahead to go back to work.

I see.

Well, he should be fine,

as long as he's confined to his desk.

Good luck telling that to Charlie.

Yes.

Eat.

Now, when did you get back from Melbourne?

Ah, last night.

I've been spending some more time there.

So I've heard.

As long as you don't
spend too much time away.

The place feels very empty without you.

Ah, these!

These will be perfect.

Jean's making jam.

She's going to need those.

And she'll get them back,
if I don't break them first.

We need to examine the
diatoms in all these samples,

see if we can find a match
with the water in Reg's lungs.

I can think of nothing
better to do with my day.

I've started with the ones
from his house and office.

They're the most likely.

Reg Foster's medical records arrived.

They're on my desk.

[phone ringing]

Right.

And his brother Noel's requested

the body be released for burial.

Fine by me.

You'll have to check with
the new Chief Superintendent.

Dr. Harvey.

Speak of the devil.

Miss Foster reported a
break-in this morning

various personal effects are missing,

presumed stolen, from Reg's bedroom.

I told you she was after our money.

That's all she cared about.

I presume you're talking
about Norma Emerson.

Of course it's her.

Who else would it be?

I want her punished, and
Reg's possessions recovered.

Senior Sergeant Hobart?

Would you mind escorting
Miss Foster downstairs?

I don't need an escort.

What was taken?

Antique fob watch, their deceased father's

diamond cuff links, several gold tiepins.

How did they get in?

There's no sign of forced entry.

Valerie says she heard an intruder.

She believes that Norma
Emerson was given a key by Reg

so she could pay him the
occasional late-night visit.

Right, I see.

Well, we know she needs the money,

what with the child on the way,

and she did have it in for Valerie.

Yes, I'll talk to her.

Hobart can check the jewelry

and pawn shops, see if anything turns up.

Frank?

I'd be happy to go on ahead
to the jewelers', if you like.

My, um, my watch needs repairing.

Yes, I'm afraid I
managed to get some water

in the mechanism yesterday,
and of course, it stopped.

I'll take a look.

As long as nothing rusted,
you should be fine.

Ah, thank you, Sam.

There was something else.

Um, I'd like to have the size

of this ring adjusted to match this one.

Oh.

This is beautiful workmanship.

Yes, it's very precious to me.

I'll take extra care of it.

Much appreciated.

Sam, tell me, do you
purchase second-hand jewelry,

by any chance?

If it's good quality.

Have you bought anything
in the last, say, 24 hours?

I'll check the logbook.

Thank you so much.

Norma Emerson hasn't shown
up to work this morning.

Ah.

And she's not at home either.

You checked the pawn shop?

Nothing.

Any luck here?

He's just checking now.

Sam won't be a moment.

[Sam] Now, let me see.

Oi, bloody hell!

[dramatic music]

Stick with him, Bill!

[Bill] Stop, police!

[Murray] Get off me, you bloody mongrel!

[thudding]

What a surprise.

Ah, fob watch, cuff links, tiepins.

Reg's, I'd say.

What's your name?

None of your bloody business.

Next time, I'll put
you through the window.

What's your name?

Murray Butcher.

He's a local laborer.

We've seen him before for assault,

disturbing the peace and vandalism.

Right, what's his relationship
with Norma Emerson?

We're not sure, sir.

Well, I think I might be able
to shed some light on that.

What do you have there?

Reg Foster's medical history.

Confirms my suspicions.

Chief Superintendent.

I came as soon as I could.

Miss Foster, yes, thank you.

Just wondering if you wouldn't
mind taking a look at these.

That's Reg's property.

It was her, wasn't it?

The gold-digger secretary?

We have Norma Emerson and
an associate in custody.

They'll be questioned shortly.

A man by the name of Murray Butcher.

You heard of him?

Bill, would you check on Miss Emerson?

Make sure she's got some tea and biscuits.

I thought this was a police
station, not a hotel.

Miss Emerson's pregnant.

So she claims.

Have you actually checked?

She's liable to be making
the whole thing up.

Well, if the Doc says she's pregnant,

I'll take his word for it.

She's claiming the baby's Reg's,

but you and I both know
that's not possible,

don't we, Valerie?

Testicular atrophy, a
side effect of mumps,

something Reg contracted
when he was a child.

He was infertile.

[Bill] I won't ask you again, Murray.

Sit down.

I'm not talking 'til I know Norma's okay.

All right?

Last chance.

Did you have a grudge against Mr. Foster,

is that why you stole from him?

Miss Emerson, if you don't
speak up, you'll be charged.

I didn't hurt Reg.

Well, why should we take your word for it?

You've already lied
about your baby's father.

Yes.

Reg Foster couldn't have children.

Murray Butcher is the father
of your baby, isn't he?

Norma's obviously important to you.

I promise you that she'll
be well looked after.

In fact, we've even got a
doctor with her right now.

So, you can do me a favor.

Tell me why you were trying

to sell Mr. Foster's stolen jewelry.

Norma deserved it.

Compensation.

Right.

For what?

Putting up with a boss like that.

He wouldn't leave her alone, mate.

Kept trying it on.

Hm.

As if she'd be interested
in someone like him.

You wanted to get your hands on his money.

It wasn't just money, though, was it?

You wanted respect, being
on Reg Foster's arm.

Goodness me.

That would have given you
the status you've longed for.

That cow Valerie was right all along.

He was never serious about me.

I was just a trinket.

He'd never share his life with me.

The pregnancy was your last-ditch attempt

to change that, wasn't it?

I'd have given him the
best years of his life.

Yeah, that's right, that's
her perfume on Reg's pillow.

You see, Norma told Reg
that your baby was his.

Why would she do that?

She wanted more than you
could offer, clearly.

But do you really think
she's worth your loyalty?

Was the break-in her idea or yours?

Did you go in together?

I kept lookout while she went upstairs.

And you were skipping town
today, was that the plan?

She wanted us to start
a new life, together.

So you had no idea about
her relationship with Reg?

She called him a dirty old man.

We used to laugh about him.

What, why?

Is she laughing at me too?

[muffled chatter]

She's a piece of work.

Yes.

Do we have water samples
from their houses?

Yeah, Ned's collecting one
from Butcher's place right now.

Good.

Is she in there?

Norma, Norma!

-Easy!
-All right.

[groaning]

Cuffs.

You all right?

Yeah.

If we find a match with the
water, I'll let you know.

Also, if you're holding Norma overnight,

let's at least make her comfortable, eh?

[Rose] Good afternoon.

Ah, Miss Anderson.

Photographs.

Wonderful.

Let's have a look, eh?

You certainly have quite the eye.

So can I have a statement?

I've been doing some research
on you, Miss Anderson.

I really do enjoy your horoscopes.

Why so evasive, Superintendent?

Well, you may be Matthew Lawson's niece,

but you're still a very junior reporter.

Why are you so interested in this case?

What are you implying?

Nothing, I'm just curious.

It might turn some heads at the paper,

help me prove myself.

[Frank] I'll give you a
statement, exclusively.

-Really?
-Yes.

Once the case is closed, not before.

And thank you for these.

Now, this was the last one?

From Lake Wendouree.

And you're quite sure
none of them are a match?

See for yourself, I've checked them twice.

[knocking]

Yes?

Dr. Blake?

Ned, come in.

[Ned] This is from Murray Butcher's place.

Ah, thank you.

Now, this is from the house of a suspect

we currently have in custody.

Let's keep our bloody
fingers crossed, shall we?

Thank you, Alice.

Now, with a bit of luck.

No, they're not a match.

Lucien?

-Mm?
-My engagement ring.

What about it?

Well, I was clearing out my jewelry box,

and it's vanished.

Oh, the old one.

I've only got one, and I can't find it.

I'm sure it'll turn up.

Oh, that's a lot of help.

Oh.

What's going to happen to
their park development now?

I'm not sure.

Jean, these photographs, do
you notice anything unusual?

[Jean] No, do you?

Yes, something.

I just can't quite put my finger on it.

It'd be a shame if the park falls through.

Sounded like Reg was doing
something really worthwhile.

The park--

Be nice to have something
new to do on the weekends.

Jean, this photo here.

Yes, this one.

Now, this creek, this little
stream, does it already exist?

No, not the way they show it here.

Yes.

Well, there was a stream
at the back of the plot.

Yes?

I used to pick blackberries
there when I was a girl.

Well, maybe they're
planning on redirecting it.

You are a gem.

Oh, Mattie, I didn't see you there.

Lucien, I needed to talk to you about--

I am so sorry, I'm right
in the middle of something.

Of course.

[dramatic music]

What kept you?

I checked the ordnance survey map.

What about you?

I spoke to Jean.

So, will you do the honors or shall I?

So, what's that thing telling us?

Well, this, here have a look.

This slide is the water sample
we just took from the stream.

[Frank] Right.

Now, bear with me one second.

This one is the water
we found in Reg's lungs.

Have a look at that.

[Frank] Well, they look the same to me.

Exactly.

Reg Foster was drowned in that stream.

Which was Council land.

[bell ringing]

You had motive, you threatened the victim,

plus you have a professional
connection to the murder site.

Lionel, look at me.

Start telling me what you know, now.

I'll be ruined.

You're a sensitive man.

I can see that.

Whatever's happened is
obviously taking its toll.

Don't you want to get that off your chest?

-Lionel?
-All right, all right.

After I left the Fosters'
offices that night,

I got a phone call from Reg.

He said he had money for me
if I stopped causing trouble.

[Frank] So he offered you a bribe?

He wanted to pay me to stop
hassling Valerie and to keep

my mouth shut about pushing
the Council approval through.

What did you say?

I told him to up the offer.

Did he?

He told me to meet him
at the development site.

So you went?

Yeah, just after ten.

Got out of my car, I walked
over and I took the money.

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I've never taken a bribe before, I swear.

Please don't tell the Council.

I didn't even spend the money.

I didn't know what to do with it.

I was just angry.

Lionel are you saying Reg Foster

was alive the last time you saw him?

Yes.

I got in my car and I saw them leave.

Them?

You lied to us.

You did see Reg after the party.

What happened with Lionel
was a private business

transaction that had no
bearing on your investigation.

Well, that transaction puts you with Reg

near the site of the murder and confirms

you were probably the last
person to see him alive.

I have nothing else to hide.

Tell us about the councilman, Lionel.

It suited my purposes to make
him think we were involved.

So it was your idea to pay off Lionel?

Everything was my idea.

Did I get the credit for it, no.

Mm.

You're talking about the park development.

Reg had no vision.

He would have been happy with a rotunda.

I gave it scale and ambition.

There's a theme park in California.

That's where the inspiration
came from, not from Reg.

He stood up at that party,
taking all the glory.

Barely even mentioned me.

It was all about the brothers.

It was always about the brothers.

You struck gold.

Yes, I think I have.

The only reason I exist is because

my father wanted a second son.

I was only ever a disappointment.

If you resented your brothers,

why would you come back and help?

I didn't come back to help.

[dramatic music]

Charlie, Reg Foster's secretary,
is she still in custody?

Yeah, she's being charged this morning.

I need her office keys.

What for?

A theory.

[light dramatic music]

All right, let's hear it, then.

Ah, Frank.

The Foster house and
offices, thoroughly searched?

Yes, of course they were.

Why?

Look here.

I found that in the stream.

It matches the lettering
on the Goldrush Park model,

except the model's intact.

How is that possible?

In my opinion, there's a second model.

So where is it?

Reg Foster's car, where is it?

It's outside the back.

We impounded it since
we found it at the pool.

Miss Foster, tell us, why
is there a second diorama?

That's the development as I envisaged it.

Open spaces and history lectures?

Families today need escapism.

They want to forget their
troubles and have fun.

What did Reg think about that?

When I showed him how
successful amusement parks were

in America, he agreed, he
was completely on board.

Then why sell this version
to the press and the public?

We knew we'd meet with resistance.

We wanted to start work before

we publicly announced the revisions.

And who knew about this plan?

Just us.

[Lucien] The Foster family?

No, Reg and me.

Well, why wasn't Noel involved?

Reg wanted to tell him,
but I insisted we wait.

Noel's no visionary.

He wanted the park to reflect

the way things used to be 40 years ago.

All he ever wants to
do is live in the past.

The funeral's tomorrow.

Just wanted to be with him.

One last night together,
like the old days.

They mean everything to you, don't they?

Those golden days?

There's no harm in sentimentality.

There is when it ends like this.

What time is it, Noel?

I'm not sure.

You asked me that very
question in the pub that night,

which was odd, because you own
a watch identical to Reg's.

For someone so attached to the past,

it seems strange you're
no longer wearing it.

Your watch stopped too, didn't it?

And you were going to bury
both watches with your brother.

I don't know what you mean.

Ah, Noel.

You can bury the evidence,
it won't relieve the guilt.

He told you the truth
about the park, didn't he?

He, he telephoned me.

He said, uh, he said he wanted

to meet me down by the stream.

He had something to show me.

The second diorama.

He said he felt guilty.

He insisted it was Valerie's
idea, but he wanted it.

He agreed with her.

I tried to talk sense into him

but he just wouldn't change his mind.

And we fought, and I lashed out.

The best years of our lives,
razed to the ground for what?

For this cheap, gaudy
funfair, for more money?

How could that be our legacy?

The tree was the final straw, wasn't it?

40 years of memories,

and he was going to knock
it down like it was nothing.

Next thing I knew, I was
holding his head under water.

I was angry.

I was just so angry, and I wanted

to shake some sense into him.

Then he stopped moving.

So you took him to the pool.

You changed him.

You put him in the water.

You left some fresh clothes
from his car in the locker,

but you didn't fold them
like Reg would have.

I walked all the way back to
the park to collect the car.

I can barely even remember doing it.

Part of me hoped that
it was just a bad dream,

that he wouldn't be there,

and then I saw him and realized

what I'd done to my own brother.

You'll have to come
with us now, Mr. Foster.

[car engine rumbling]

Jean!

They're mine, Lucien.

It was never really the right
moment, and now I'm going.

You're leaving Ballarat?

For work, for an amazing job.

Well, that's wonderful news, Mattie!

And of course, Melbourne's
only a train ride away.

Well, actually it's in London.

I have a placement at St. Bart's.

You always spoke so highly of it,

and I've always dreamt of working there.

Right.

Well, they're very lucky to have you.

I don't want to go.

I never thought I would leave this place.

We have to follow our hearts, don't we?

I'm going to miss you, you know.

We're ever so proud of you.

We'll always be proud of you, Mattie.

Come here.

Ah, all right, then.

Off you go.

[light dramatic music]

[fire crackling]

Lucien!

Dinner's on the table.

Ah, lovely.

Thank you, Jean.

Do you think she'll be all right?

Yes, yes, she'll be fine.

She's got a big heart
and even bigger dreams.

I wonder who she picked that up from.

Oh, I found that ring.

It was on the floor, near the dresser.

Oh.

That is a relief.

[light music]

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