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What are we
even doing out here?

Patience, Rose.

You'll see.

Over here will be
the site of what will

be Ballarat's first vineyard.

I bought this whole farm
just for that one paddock,

past those trees
there, one perfect run

of soil just for grape-growing.

I thought we were
out here for a story.

I wanted to surprise you.

Ah, Daryl.

Good day, Edward,
good to see you.

And who's this
lovely, young lady?

This is Rose.

Anderson.

I work for "The Courier."

A pleasure.

Can I get the wife to get
you a beer or something?

Uh, in the boot,
there's a picnic basket.

You can fetch that.

Kev, make yourself useful.

Excuse me, miss.

Oh, no, let me help.

I've got it.

Better hurry.

I think your fella
up there is waiting.

Yeah, yeah, right-o.

Dad.

Dad!

Dad.

You're a dead
man, you bastard!

Go!

Kevin.

Kevin.

Kevin.

Oh, thank God.

Have you seen your dad anywhere?

No.

I thought he was over
with Scotty and that crew.

They haven't
seen him anywhere.

I'll go grab him.

Daryl!

Mum, Mum, don't.

Mum, don't.

Daryl, Daryl!

Daryl!

No, Da-- oh.

And whereabouts was it?

So just after dawn?

Yeah.

And whereabouts
did you discover him?

Down by the river,
the dogs, followed the dogs.

Charlie.

Doc.

This is Kevin Fitzpatrick.

He found his father,
Daryl, about an hour ago.

I am so very
sorry for your loss.

He's out here.

I'll show you.

And it's still loaded.

Right.

Gunshot wound to
the neck, brutal.

Shotgun, I'd say,
fired at close range.

Ned, the son made the
discovery, and the body

was in this position, yes?

Why?

Hold that thought, Charlie.

Never seen one quite like it.

The wad hasn't
entered the wound,

which means there was some
separation between him

and the shooter.

Yes.

You found it--

By the body.

This isn't your first
shotgun homicide, is it?

No, my fourth.

You?

My third.

So the wad has exited and
fallen as the shot spread.

Yes, I'd say our shooter
was only a few yards away

when they pulled the trigger.

You can tell by
the pellet defects

here, which means the
wad injury should be--

Yes, somewhere below the main
pellet wounds, yes, thank you,

Alice.

Multiple pellet wounds to
the neck, shattered clavicle.

Cause of death, well,
goodness me, catastrophic damage

of the neck structures.

Agreed, and this
abrasion here from the wad.

Yes, now there should
be a corresponding mark

on his singlet.

Alice.

Well, there's blood
on the victim's shoes.

Yes.

How is that a surprise?

Well, with a single
shotgun blast to a victim

facing their killer
at close range,

they'd be propelled
backwards immediately.

Yes, but how did the blood
drip straight down onto the top

of Daryl's boots?

Exactly.

It's-- it's an unexpected
sort of pattern.

There's evidence
these fires were started

using some sort of accelerant?

Well, it looks
like it, if water

couldn't put the flames out.

I'll go back and see
if Mrs. Fitzpatrick's

ready to answer some questions.

Good, we find out who started
these fires on his farm,

we find out who killed
Daryl Fitzpatrick.

Thought that might be of
interest, from archives.

Kevin Fitzpatrick went
to the Melbourne Olympics?

The men's trap and
the 300-metre rifle,

quite the coincidence, isn't it?

Definitely.

Edward, you and Daryl
Fitzpatrick, I--

I'm-- I'm sorry, is
all I was going to say.

He was a business
associate, Rose.

But thank you for your concern.

Was there anything else?

I'll go interview
the neighbours,

maybe try calling the
Australia Olympic Federation.

Great minds.

No sign of
Kevin or his mum.

Right, Charlie, there's a--

there's a circular shape
here that obviously must

have been covered by the body.

And there's-- there's
more blood here.

From our killer maybe.

Perhaps Daryl caught
him with a shot.

Possibly.

Either way, we need
to have this tested.

And when my Jack
was very young,

he was convinced that it
went noel, noel.

Barney's the king--

Of Israel.

We'd be sitting in
here for midnight mass,

and he'd be rifling through
the Bible, trying to find him.

Eventually, he marched
straight up to Father Morton,

demanding to know,
where's King Barney?

Father put him straight.

Oh, my word, he did.

He was always such a
headstrong little boy,

your Jack.

He still is.

What about your Sue?

How are the preparations
going for the wedding?

She spoke to Father yesterday.

They'll be married
here next year.

Oh.

You know, my mother
was married here.

So was I. And now so
will my little girl.

I think we were
all married here.

Weren't we?

Yes.

Yes, we were.

Doc, this is Lionel Taylor.

He owns the property next door.

Ah, Dr. Lucien Blake,
good to meet you.

You were here this morning,
weren't you, Mr. Taylor?

Yeah, I was.

Came back to check how
bad the damage was.

Right, smells
like sump oil, yes?

They're going to have
to rip this whole lot.

Contamination's only
going to get worse

once it's weathered in.

Did Daryl ever have
any enemies that you know of?

Daryl was a mate, but he
had a habit of rubbing people

up the wrong way,
this new paddock

here being a prime example.

He bought it a few months back.

Do you know who
sold him the land?

I should.

It was me.

Should have charged him more.

Had a couple of offers,
after I sold it.

Daryl did all right out of me.

Mr. Taylor, Lionel, who
made these other offers?

A couple of businessmen, that
Italian greengrocer in town.

Everything all
right here, sir?

Some bloody bastard
just attacked my shop.

I'm Dr. Lucien Blake.

How do you do?

Angelo Colonna.

Perhaps I should take a look
at that for you, Angelo?

Um, no, it's nothing.

How did this happen?

I tried to stop a stand
from falling, and, uh--

Did you recognise
the man who did it?

No, I've never seen
him before in my life.

He just show up here.

He call my wife
horrible names and then,

uh, start to break things.

I see, this person that
you've never met before.

Si, yes.

Fitzpatrick, Fitzpatrick.

Kevin Fitzpatrick?

Excuse me, Kevin Fitzpatrick?

Mr. Colonna, where
were you last night?

Home, with my
wife and children.

Si, yes.

And there's no
reason that you can

think of as to why
Kevin would just

show up here out of the blue?

I cut it last
night at the fire.

Must have opened up again.

I see.

When you attacked
Angelo Colonna, perhaps?

Why go after
the greengrocer, Kevin?

Why do you reckon?

He did it.

Because--

Because he's been making
trouble for Dad for years.

And when you front
them, all of a sudden

they act all innocent, like
they can't understand you.

It just makes you want
to bloody throttle them.

Look, if this is about
that shop, I'll--

That's the least of
your problems, son.

Turns out you're quite a shot.

Mum taught me.

The Olympics four years
ago, what about Rome?

I didn't make it, did I?

What does any of this
have to do with Dad?

Kevin, I need to confirm
whether you or anyone else

in the family owns a shotgun.

It's the country.

Every farmer worth his
salt owns a shotgun.

What?

I already told you.

It was Colonna.

Angelo Colonna doesn't
have a police record,

whereas you have been pretty
busy for the past six months--

multiple offences,
most recently, this,

reports of a brawl on your
farm, called in by a concerned

neighbour, between
you and your father.

What was the
fight about, Kevin?

None of your business.

That cut on his leg could
explain the second patch

of blood we found at the scene.

Yes, I've sent
that sample to Alice,

to separate the
blood from the soil.

We'll check Kevin's medical
records, see if we get a match.

Right, there's your warrant.

Get back to Fitzpatrick's farm.

I need you to search
inside, top and bottom.

Find me a shotgun.

Take Ned with you.

Oh, we can't, boss.

He's in West
Wendouree somewhere,

reports of a lost dog.

Right, just you then,
and call in on the radio

if you need any help.

Right-o.

Bill's still in Melbourne,
testifying at the police

corruption inquiry.

There won't be
a single policeman

who hasn't given evidence
by the time they're done.

Simmons is due in
there after Christmas.

Ned?

Really, why?

A while back, he was seconded
to a station in Melbourne,

suspected of taking
money under the table.

Perfect time to be a
man down, isn't it?

Quite.

Ah, Matthew, before
I forget, this wad,

it's quite distinctive.

You want to see who might
have sold these things locally.

Go on, then.

Just a second.

Mr. Baker, I thought--

I didn't know you actually
worked here in the store.

Uh, I don't.

I'm closing down.

Right.

Well, I was wondering
if someone might

help me identify what kind of
shotgun shell this comes from

and if, in fact, you sell
this particular brand.

No.

No to which part, exactly?

No to the part where
you bring evidence

from a murder
investigation into my store

and expect me to help you.

I never said this was
from a murder investiga--

You're the police surgeon.

The paper said a farmer was
shot to death last night.

I'm assuming that's
from the shell that

killed Daryl Fitzpatrick.

Did you know him?

No.

You're quite sure about that?

If you have any more
questions for me, Dr. Blake,

I suggest you go and
find a police officer

and bring him back here.

Until then, get out of my store.

Mrs. Fitzpatrick, this might
be easier if you wait outside

for a while.

Easier still if you tell me
what it is you're looking for.

Your husband appears to have
been killed with a shotgun.

And you think the
gun might be here?

You do own a
shotgun, don't you?

Fine.

Here, anything else?

I'll, um, I'll still
need to complete my search.

Fine.

Excuse me.

Yes, I do know
Kevin Fitzpatrick.

The boy was going to
be a dual Olympian.

And I'm guessing that drew
the attention of Tyneman Sports.

God's sake.

Patrick, please,
I need to know.

Did the Fitzpatricks
approach you

about sponsoring Kevin for Rome?

It's ever so important.

Point of fact, they
didn't approach me.

I approached him, young Kevin.

And?

And he refused.

He said he wouldn't go, even
if he had the money himself.

What was Bill
Hobart's evidence?

Is there anything else
I should know about?

Lucien Blake?

Are you sure?

Can you double
check that for me?

I'm going to have
to call you back.

The police corruption
inquiry, they're

calling up officers
from Ballarat now.

Nothing much from
today's testimony.

Stay on it.

What else?

Still waiting on an official
statement on the Fitzpatrick

murder.

It can wait till the
afternoon edition tomorrow.

Rose, I was thinking you might
like to have dinner tonight.

Edward, um, thank you.

I have plans to meet someone.

It's been arranged
for ages, actually.

Oh.

Who, if you don't
mind me asking?

Charlie Davis.

I see.

So just bad timing then.

Fair enough.

Really?

Of course, you have
a good night, Rose.

I will.

You, too.

Sump oil?

Yes, that's the accelerant
our arsonist used.

Thank you.

It's hardly the best choice.

Good point.

If it was me, I'd use
something much more flammable.

Uh, you've missed a spot.

Hmm?

Oh, thank you, Matthew.

I mean, I'd only use
sump oil if I wanted to--

I don't know--
spoil the land or--

Well, the neighbour, in fact,
said the Fitzpatricks would

have to strip the topsoil to
get rid of the contamination.

Hmm, that would
be Lionel Taylor.

Yes, do you know him?

Yes, he was a friend
of Christopher's.

He moved here fresh
out of university.

Christopher taught
him all about farming.

He was a very fast learner.

Now do you mind, Lucien?

Hmm?

Ah, yes, of course,
isn't she lovely?

No one really spoke to
him when he first moved in.

Because?

Oh, I think they thought he
was city, trying to be country.

Oh, that old chestnut.

His wife was a
bit of a cold fish,

but I was really liked Lionel.

He was such a hard
worker, very intelligent.

In fact, I think he was probably
the smartest man I'd ever met.

Is that so?

Well, up until
that point, anyway.

Dinner's almost ready.

Smartest man
she'd ever met, hey?

And I'd thank you,
Matthew, not to encourage him

quite so much.

Ready?

Matthew?

Ah, lovely.

I don't understand.

How did you hear about it?

From a contact that I have
in the Melbourne court system.

And he said--

That a divorce hearing
for Lucien Radcliffe Blake

was scheduled for a month's time
on the grounds of drunkenness

and cruelty.

Does anyone else
know about this?

I wanted to make sure
that you both knew.

Well, I'll be
talking to Lucien just

as soon as he gets home.

Thank you, Rose.

Why wouldn't
she just tell me

their shotgun was broken?

That's what
we're here to find out.

She's not going to
be happy, with Kevin

still in the lock up.

At this point,
Charlie, I think

we'll get more from the mother
than we will from the son.

Oh, bloody.

I told you lot, you
can all go to hell.

I'm not scared of you.

Mrs. Fitzpatrick,
this is the police.

Get off my land!

Eileen, it's Dr. Blake.

I'm here with Senior
Sergeant Davis.

Put the rifle down
and come out, please.

Here to lock me
up, too, are you?

No, not at all, Eileen.

We just-- we just
want to talk with you.

Isn't that right, Charlie?

That's right.

Better come in, then.

Bloody hell.

Thank you.

For heaven's sake, Eileen,
who did you think we were?

Edward Tyneman, he
was here last night.

He ripped up the contract
that he and Daryl signed, had

a new one, offering much less.

Of course, he did.

And when I didn't
sign it, he said

he was going to send someone
back to renegotiate the terms.

You should have reported him.

While you're holding Kevin
in lock up for no reason?

Mrs. Fitzpatrick, I
need to do one last search

of the property, if
you'll excuse me.

Eileen, from
everything I've heard,

Kevin was never in
any sort of trouble

until about six months ago.

Doctor, if there's
nothing else--

no!

Let me.

It's all right.

It's all right.

I was just--

Eileen.

Goodbye, Doctor.

What on Earth
were you thinking?

This is a police
station, not a pet shop.

I'm sorry, boss.

He's lame.

Both the vets are away.

There's been a
suspected outbreak

of foot in mouth in Chilton.

You were saying
we're short-staffed.

Oh, very funny.

I left Charlie at the farm.

Cuppa?

Mm.

Yes, he's called for a divvy
van to go and pick him up.

What's that?

Oh, Eileen's medical
records from the hospital,

a series of unexplained
injuries over the last 20 years.

And, in fact, only
recently, she was admitted

with badly bruised kidneys.

So her husband
was abusing her?

I'd say so.

Well, it speaks to motive.

Kevin did say that
she was the one who

taught him how to shoot.

Yes, speaking of shooting,
Matthew, your cane,

would you mind if I, um--

thank you.

Now according to these,
she suffered severe damage

to her rotator cuff
four years ago.

Now she could barely
aim a rifle at us today.

She did what?

Anyhow, my point is this.

If she couldn't even lift
a rifle to her shoulder,

how on Earth would she
have handled the kick

from a shotgun?

Well, maybe from
that range, it

was shoot from the hip
and hope for the best.

Well--

Boss, Doc, I've got something
that I think you should see.

I found it in the long grass
in a gully between Daryl

and Lionel's
properties, sump oil.

And then there's this.

Ah, ooh, dried blood,
and these holes I'm

thinking pellets
from a shotgun shell.

So Daryl wasn't
shot standing up.

He was leaning against this.

Yeah, I'm going to
interview Lionel Taylor.

Well, take him
with you, would you?

Simmons, I mean, not the dog.

We're still waiting on bloods
from Dr. Harvey, aren't we?

Any chance we could
speed things up?

Yes, I'll see what I can do.

What exactly are
you suggesting, Sergeant?

I'm just saying
that the barrel looks

like it contains sump oil.

It was found on your fence line,
and it was stained with blood.

So in your mind, the
only possible explanation

is that I set the fires,
and I killed Daryl?

Should I just confess now then?

Well, you could.

It would save us a lot of time.

Oh, the barrel's not mine,
and I don't even own a shotgun.

If you want to search the farm,
you're absolutely welcome to.

Everything all right, Lionel?

It's fine, Kev.

I'll be back in an
hour, two, tops.

Shall we?

Please.

Doctor.

Ah, Angelo, bonjourno.

Bonjourno.

I trust I'm not
interrupting anything.

No, no, no, I was,
uh, just tasting

the latest batch of my wine.

Ah.

Would you like to help?

And I.

It would be rude not to, eh?

Supremo.

Angelo, where did you-- where
did you learn to make wine?

Uh, the family business.

You know.

Yes, family business, I
know a thing or two about it.

My father, Thomas,
was a doctor, too.

Ah, here in Ballarat?

Si.

My wife, she like Dr. Spencer.

Yes, Spencer, he's a--

he's a good doctor.

He's a sleepy, old man,
with little eyes, like a mole.

But she used to
him now, tradition.

And these things are very
important, to her, at least.

Yes.

Yes, I understand.

You know, I have some
homemade grappa as well,

if you'd like to taste some.

Grappa, you say?

All right.

Bravo.

This one here, it gonna put
Italian hairs on your chest.

Here's hoping.

Salute.

Salute.

Mm.

It's good, huh?

Yes.

This is why I tried to
buy the land from Daryl,

to make my own wine,
like home in Italy, huh?

When I find my land,
you'll be my best customer.

Guaranteed.

Angelo, the night
Daryl died, you

said you were nowhere the
fires on his property.

Si, I already told
the police this.

Yes, yes.

I noticed your
fences, garden stakes,

all coated with sump
oil, protect them

from termites and the like.

The thing is someone set
that fire using sump oil.

And the police have
found a barrel,

you know, a drum, with
traces of sump oil in it,

the same kind you use to display
your stock at the fruit shop.

Do you know what this means?

Uh.

You cannot hide the truth
from a priest, doctor.

Or a lawyer.

He said he'd sell.

He took our deposit, and then
he sell to somebody else.

And he keep our
money, even after we

got the lawyer onto him.

Si.

Yes, I burn his
land with the oil.

I drove away.

The barrel fell off
the back of the truck.

But I never hurt Daryl.

Even after he shot at you?

No.

Daryl was a bastard.

He hit his wife.

He cheat his workers.

He lied to me.

He lied to my business partner.

He lied to everyone.

He deserve everything
he got, Doctor.

Hang on a moment, Angelo.

You have a business partner?

Si.

Who?

Oh, my apologies, miss.

Look at you.

Well, you'll be
happy to know, I've

discovered who set those fires.

Yes, I have.

Have you just?

Yes, Angelo
Colonna, he's our man.

Everything all right?

You haven't seen this
afternoon's edition,

I'm guessing.

The commissioners office hasn't
called yet, but they will.

How dare he?

Edward bloody Tyneman
again, he had no right

to print this,
Matthew, no right!

Just-- just calm down.

I am calm!

You're drunk now, aren't you?

Oh, for God's sake,
Lucien, do you

have any idea how badly this
reflects not just on me,

but every other officer
in this station?

I've had a few drinks.

What of it?

I'm the one who found out
Angelo set those fires.

I'm trying to work
out a way of containing

the damage from this.

And that Norman Baker--

Go home, Blake!

--that Baker was his
business partner all along!

That's enough!

I accomplish
more drunk than you

and your entire bloody
department do sober.

Get out of my station.

Go and sober up!

Go on!

Why would you do this?

It isn't even news.

It's trashy gossip at best.

Maybe, but it
will sell papers.

With my name
attached to the story.

That will be
all, Ms. Anderson.

You gave me this
byline out of spite

because I chose
Charlie over you.

You let your feelings
get in the way of a job

that I pay you to do, again.

You know, I thought
you were ready.

My mistake, it's one I don't
intend on making again.

Goodbye, Ms. Anderson.

You can't fire me for that.

That's funny.

I thought I just did.

Ah, Doctor, listen.

If you're here--

That was your last warning.

You have no idea.

You ever print another
word about my family,

I will come back here and
finish what I started.

Do you understand me?

Lucien.

Jean.

Thank God, Jean.

I--

Rose, why would you?

Jean, you don't understand.

I can--

No, I thought we were friends.

You should know,
Mr. Baker, we're

currently holding Angelo
Colonna in the cells.

And?

And we'll be speaking with him
once we've finished with you.

What's your relationship
with Mr. Colonna?

He's a business partner.

That's it.

You were working
together to buy that farm

from Daryl Fitzpatrick.

Angelo and I paid Daryl
a down payment on that land

a while back, yes.

But he didn't end
up selling to you,

and he didn't return your money.

No, we hadn't
got our money back.

Did you know of Angelo's
plans to set the fire?

Of course not.

Besides, you know what these
new Australians are like.

So why did you
partner up with one?

Angelo knows wine.

I know business.

We checked with these
solicitors, Mr. Baker.

They've confirmed they sent
the letter on your behalf

to Daryl Fitzpatrick
threatening legal action.

Yes.

And that a week
before Daryl was killed,

you suddenly told them
to cease proceedings.

I assume at some stage,
you're going to get round

to asking me a question, yes?

All right, where
were you on the night

that Daryl Fitzpatrick
was murdered, Mr. Baker?

Blake, we missed you at the
police station this afternoon.

I'm sure you did.

Shall we just get to the point?

Please.

I think you put Angelo Colonna
up to setting those fires.

I understand he confessed.

Doesn't mean you weren't
there that night, too.

You lied about not
knowing the victim.

You had motive.

We still don't have a murder
weapon, and you own a gun shop.

I think you timed all of
this to coincide with closing

up and leaving town.

The police have
searched my store.

And they've questioned me.

So I'll tell you
exactly what I told him.

I was in a room at
O'Connell's Boarding House

the night before last.

They've checked my alibi.

You really expect me
to believe you're here

just to collect some stock?

And what about your
deposit on that farm?

Why would you stop
pursuing it, unless--

Because it doesn't
matter anymore.

I'm going to pay my final
respects to my daughter,

and then I'm leaving.

Norman, your daughter,
Jessie, died over 10 years ago.

I remember you telling
me that yourself--

Not Jessie, not
Jessie, Anna, the one

you helped to put into
prison, she took her own life.

No.

I had no idea.

Were you drunk then, too, the
day that you had her arrested?

No, I was doing
my job, Norman.

I am-- I am so sorry.

Now you're sorry.

But in the moment, it's not
about justice for you, is it?

It's all about you being right.

Jessie was eight years
old when she died.

It was the worst thing that
ever happened to me in my life.

But she went quickly.

My Anna, I watched her gradually
lose herself in that place

that you put her in.

I watched my daughter
die by inches, Doctor.

So you tell me.

Is it worth it?

Is it, always being right?

And, no, I don't care about
the deposit on the farm.

I'm gonna-- I'm gonna load up my
truck, then I'm gonna head off.

And with any luck, I'll
never see you or this town

ever again.

You know the way out.

Forgive me, Father,
for I have sinned.

What is it
you wanted to confess?

I don't know.

It's not really a confession.

I just don't know
what to do anymore.

I don't want to lie
to myself or to God.

How is it that the church
sees me and Lucien marrying

as a sin?

How is that fair and
right in the eyes of God?

But you're not married,
are you, not yet?

And nothing has been done
that can't be undone, has it?

No.

Jean,
it's all right.

Whatever you're thinking,
God will understand.

You know.

I think everyone
in town knows by now.

Lucien, I thought we agreed to
wait until Mei Lin responded.

We did.

We did.

Then why
did you ignore me?

Because you know best, and I'm
still just the housekeeper,

is that it?

No.

No, of course not.

Lucien, you don't
need to protect me.

I have managed perfectly well
on my own for a long time

before you came along.

Yes, I know.

Jean, please, forgive me.

I am-- I am so sorry.

I've been a bloody fool.

And I understand,
given everything

I've put you through, if
you've changed your mind,

about us, about--

about everything.

Goodnight.

Of course, Mrs. Dunn,
I'll let him know.

Thank you for calling.

Goodbye.

Everything all
right with Mrs. Dunn?

It's our fourth
cancellation for the day.

Looks like you'll be free to
work all day on the Fitzpatrick

case.

Aye.

Well, this all looks lovely.

Thank you, Jean.

Charlie, anything new
on any of our suspects?

Well, there is one thing
that's been bothering me

about Lionel Taylor.

What about him?

There's rumours that
Lionel's wife hated Eileen with

a passion, perhaps
with very good reason.

Oh, it sounds to me like
people making things up just

to have something to talk about.

No, no, Rose visited
all the neighbours.

She heard the same thing.

Well, Rose is very
good at her job.

Jean, Rose didn't
write that article.

And Edward Tyneman fired her
because she wouldn't tell him

what she knew.

Is that right?

Mm.

In that case, I
owe her an apology.

Well, we both do.

It can wait, Doc.

She'll understand.

All right, Charlie, just
getting back to Daryl,

if I may, um, we know that
before he sold his farm,

he acquired that one
paddock from Lionel.

Yeah, which he
got from his mates

for well under market value.

Yes.

Think about this.

He loses his most valuable piece
of land for next to nothing.

Yeah, that would be
a pretty strong motive.

The Lionel I knew was never
particularly money hungry.

No, just extraordinarily
intelligent, if memory serves.

He and Jane were friends,
apparently, a long time ago.

Really?

He was friends
with my late husband.

He's trying to make it
sound salacious on purpose.

No, I--

You think that Kevin
is Lionel's son, based on what?

Based on Darwin, mostly,
the man, not the place--

he theorised that certain facial
expressions are innate and not

learned.

Mr. Darwin have any
theories on drinking?

Kevin and Lionel, there's a
particular thing they both do

facially when they're--

when they're angry or stressed.

They sort of bite down
on their bottom lip.

And you actually
agree with this?

It ties in to what the
neighbours said about

the tension between Eileen
and Lionel's deceased wife.

What if Lionel and Eileen were
madly in love all this time,

and, really, Daryl was the
only obstacle preventing them

from being together?

We've been married
for nearly 30 years.

Do you think I was just
out there, throwing myself

at other men, all that time?

No.

I think you were in
a loveless marriage

with someone who had no qualms
about using his fists on you.

I had my suspicions
that what Daryl was doing.

You had your suspicions.

And when was that--

when he broke her wrist, her
nose, when he irreparably

damaged her shoulder, perhaps?

It wasn't my place to step in.

No, I suppose not,
because you'd already

intervened in the Fitzpatrick's
marriage, hadn't you?

Lionel was from the city.

He was gentle in all the
ways that Daryl wasn't.

Which is why you're
in love with him.

That's never what it was.

My wife, she
loathed the country.

She hated me for
making her come here.

There were years that
we barely even spoke.

I was lonely.

Eileen was smart and tough.

She was so beautiful.

She chose me.

We were only together
once or twice,

but it was a long time ago.

And one of those times--

--one of those
times led to Kevin.

Does he know?

I would never
have left Daryl.

He loved me, no
matter what you think.

Well, he had a funny
way of showing it.

Yes, we fought.

And, yes, when the
pain was bad, I

wished horrible things on him.

But the good outweighed the bad.

And aside from Daryl,
God, and myself,

I don't see that that's
anybody else's business.

Lionel, you've never stopped
loving Eileen, have you?

Doesn't matter,
though, does it?

It never did.

I see.

All right, Alice, thank you.

And she still
wouldn't leave him?

No.

Well, second blood sample
from the murder scene,

still no definitive result.

Matthew, are you all right?

Bloody Simmons and
his bloody, lame dog.

I'll move it for you.

Oh, hang on a moment.

I don't understand it.

Some of the red cells
look enlarged for so--

Oh, bless you.

Bless you.

I brought a visitor with me.

You're right.

There's definitely a slug
in there, possibly a 22.

Yes.

The reason you couldn't
identify that blood sample--

I think it's from our
furry friend over there.

So where did the slug come from?

Can you repeat that?

Oh, yes, just as I thought.

Faint traces of
oil and grease,

not characteristic of a shotgun
pellet, I'd have thought.

No, it's from a
different gun entirely.

Eileen?

Ah, Lionel, look at these two.

Aren't they just wonderful?

Eileen, how many
dogs do you own?

Three, but one's
done a runner.

Yes, frightened off
the night Daryl was killed.

Yes, but
how do you know?

You called the neighbours
from Lionel's house, didn't you?

While you were on
the phone, Lionel here

raced out the door on
his way to the fire.

You didn't make it in time
to see Angelo driving away,

but you did see
someone, didn't you?

You saw Kevin.

You saw Kevin shoot his
father, or at least the man

he believed to be his father.

He thought he could save
you, Eileen, from the anger,

from the abuse.

And he shot Daryl with this.

The slug went through Daryl's
neck and, believe it or not,

hit your poor dog.

You said Daryl was killed
by a shotgun, not a rifle.

A shotgun, yes,
Lionel's shotgun.

You found Daryl, already dying.

You knew your son
would go to prison.

So you propped Daryl
up against the drum,

and you disguised
the wound to his neck

in the most brutal way possible.

Kevin didn't do anything.

It was me.

I did it.

Lionel Taylor,
I'm arresting you

for the murder of
Daryl Fitzpatrick.

Anything you say--

When did you know, Kevin,
that you hadn't killed him?

When I saw him, I
knew straight away

that wasn't a wound from the 22.

She was never gonna leave
him, no matter what he did.

Can I ask a favour, Doc?

Yes.

Will you check on her
every once in a while,

make sure she's all right?

Of course, I will.

I wish we had just
let it all burn.

You know you
don't have to knock.

You worked it out.

Yes, thanks to Constable
Ned Simmons and his stray dog.

Hmm, this arrived
today from Mei Lin,

agreeing to do whatever it
takes to ensure that the divorce

process is as private and
as discreet as possible.

I should have listened
to you, of course.

It shouldn't have
to be like this.

But it is.

And I'm not sure
there was ever going

to be any easy options
for us, Lucien.

No.

I love you.

You know that, don't you?

Yes, I do.

Your drink, Chief
Superintendent.

It's just Mr. Munro now, Cec.

Are you here for
business or pleasure, sir?

A bit of both, I think.