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My money's on McDougal
by three lengths.

Geldings are the ones to watch.

Being a gelding doesn't
guarantee a win, Mr Nicholson.

They're stronger, statistically.

And fillies generally develop
faster than colts, statistically.

Well, it also depends
on the terrain.

I read somewhere that horses
that run over dirt

are more muscular than turf horses.

Regardless, it's unusual for a race
mare to mix it with the boys.

Makes you wonder how a mare
won the Cup in '56, then.

Hazel, you don't have a hope

of getting your funding
application through.

May the best horse win.

Mahoney - 1
Nicholson - 0.

Do you think Nicholson will ever
give you any peace?

Not in my lifetime.

Oh! The race has started, everyone!

RADIO: Into the straight
for the Cup coming up,

was in front and going great guns,
showed the way around the corner.

Travel Boy further out.
That's Sir Acron!

They're followed by Dabbr Gold,
Grand Gary, Valeria Choctaw,

and then Royal Jasper and
McDougal finishing fourth,

throwing out Travel Boy...

They're coming up on Travel Boy...

And McDougal wins the Cup
from Dabber Gold!

I've never won anything before.

Oh, Milana came last. What does that
say about my betting skills?

I'm buying the drinks tonight.

Listen, I can't believe you
did it to someone else.

What are you talking about? You know
exactly what I'm talking about.

You had a responsibility
as her mentor!

Instead of supporting her,
you let her down!

How dare you! How do you know - have
you been going through my things?

I had to know, and I was right.
You did to her what you did to me.

I have got enough responsibilities
without having to deal with this...

You know what? You are going to
pay for what you've done.

Hey. Do you want to come for
a drink at the Royal Arms?

Oh, can't. Some of us are rostered
first thing tomorrow.

Suit yourself.

Oh!

SHE WEEPS

LADIES GIGGLE

Shh! Shh!

Hey, thanks for walking us.
I promised I would.

Do you need me to walk you home?

No! Good.

Cos while they were setting up,

I snuck a bottle of champagne
from the car park!

It's in my room!

Shh!

Shh!

Just let me go to the bathroom.
Oh, OK.

I'll be back. OK. Bye!

SHE SCREAMS

Linda! Hey!

Hey, what is it? What's happened?

Come on, up you get. That's it.

Dear God, Hazel!

Grab the rope! Come on!

Quick, loosen it!

Further, further, further!

Oh!

It's Mahoney!

Please be all right! Please!

Come on, Hazel!

Mattie, we're too late!

Hazel?

Please, she's gone!

SHE CRIES

Who found her?

Linda Butler and Mattie O'Brien.

Thank you all for your assistance.

If you'd like to make your
way back to your dorm rooms.

Superintendent Lawson?
Geoffrey Nicholson.

I'm the chief surgeon
at this hospital.

I'd like to stay, if I may.

This IS my hospital.

It may be your hospital,

but I'm the police surgeon
and I'm asking you to leave.

The deceased is Hazel Mahoney.
You know her?

Yes, we served on the
hospital board together. Suicide?

Blake, I'd like a word later.

Of course. My surgery hours are
nine to five, seven days a week.

Feel free to make an appointment
with my receptionist.

I need to know numbers for the
monthly board meeting.

Will be you be attending?
Interesting, isn't it?

A colleague's body
lies a few feet away

and all you can think
about is a board meeting.

Maybe you need to learn a thing or
two about post-mortem etiquette.

Excuse me, Geoffrey.

The little step-stool
in the laundry...

I moved it out of the way
so I could get to her.

Right. Do you remember which
way the steps were facing?

Uh...they were facing the door.

The door.

That's interesting.

Mattie, how about you let me
walk you home?

Is there anything else
I can help you with?

No, no, you let Danny take you home.
Try and get a good night's sleep, eh?

Well, given the circumstances,

I could accompany the body to the
morgue and perform the autopsy now.

No, no. Hazel was a
close colleague of yours.

We need someone
impartial for the job.

Think of it as
post-mortem etiquette.

Only one of you need to do the
autopsy. I'm sure Gus can handle it.

Just make sure you keep Mr
Nicholson happy, all right?

Why is that?

It arrived for you today.
Thank you.

Everything all right?

There's been a death at the hospital.
Hazel Mahoney.

No!

Yes. One of the good ones.
What happened?

Suicide.
No, she doesn't seem the type.

My thoughts exactly.

And it's put me in the firing line
of bloody Geoffrey Nicholson.

Oh, on top of everything else?

I'm terribly sorry
to hear about Hazel.

Me too. Me too.

Well, goodnight, Jean.
Goodnight.

Morning, Mattie. Morning.

Thought you might
be taking the day off.

I wanted to see if there was
anything I could do to help.

Hazel's family will be arriving
today to make funeral arrangements.

Yes. I expect it'll be quite
a sizeable turnout.

Well, first female surgeon at
Ballarat hospital.

Quite an achievement in itself.

Yes. She made such a difference.

Indeed, and she would have made even
more of a difference

if that damned Geoffrey Nicholson
hadn't gotten in the way.

Well, not the easiest man to work
with, I don't imagine.

Do you think Geoffrey Nicholson
is the reason

why Hazel did what she did?

I think that man could drive anyone
to the brink. I'll see you later.

Clearly ignoring orders again.

Hazel Mahoney was a colleague
of yours too, Gus.

Perhaps you shouldn't be here either.

Yes. Maybe she could
do her own autopsy.

What do we know?
She dropped from about three feet.

Corresponding ligature
furrow around the neck.

No hangman's fracture?

It was only a three-foot drop.

We need to take body weight
into account. Look here, Gus.

Abrasion to the neck,
matches the rope.

Ah. Fresh puncture marks,
the upper leg region.

We'll need a toxicology report.
Good suggestion.

Resuscitation marks on her chest.
Not sure why.

Well, that'd be Mattie O'Brien.

The other nurses said there were
early signs of rigor mortis.

Nurse O'Brien would have known
it was too late...

They were friends, Gus.
Anything else?

Yes. I'm moving to Melbourne.

Why, because I asked you
for a toxicology report?

I've been offered a job
at Royal Melbourne Hospital.

Congratulations.
What do you make of all this?

She was highly ambitious.

It's no secret Geoffrey Nicholson
stood in her way.

She couldn't handle it.
Yes, I agree.

At least, I would if it was,
in fact, suicide.

Remnants of a saliva trail here.

That's fairly standard.

Not when it runs out of her mouth
and around the back of her head.

This suggests she died horizontally.

Hazel died before she was hanged.

You might still have a
few things to learn, Gus,

before you head off
to impress Melbourne.

Fancy a trip to the police station?
Why?

We need to report all this to Lawson.
I'm not meant to be here, remember?

Antecedent female, Caucasian,
40 years old, weight - 140 pounds.

Various injuries are
consistent with a crime,

such as bruising
of the strap muscle,

fracture of the superior horns
of the thyroid cartilage...

Gus? Gus, I tell you what.

How about you just skip to
the part he's interested in?

A ligature mark about
the front of the neck,

livor mortis blanched
to light pressure

and was consistent with
the position found.

In English?
It's irrelevant.

Someone strung her up.

Hazel's death was made
to look like suicide.

Any more good news
I could tell the family?

There were puncture marks on her
legs, evidence of recent injections.

I'll get back into
that toxicology report.

Er, you need to sign
the autopsy report.

Imagine working with that every day.

At least he's fairly laidback -
almost as laidback as his patients.

How do you manage it? Well,
the fact that he's about to start

an impressive new job in
Melbourne helps no end.

Listen, I really want
to find out who did this.

Just as long as you leave

your personal feelings for
Geoffrey Nicholson out of it.

Geoffrey is very much in this.

You got any proof?
I'll find it.

Mattie O'Brien. Just a couple of
routine questions, Mattie.

Just come through here.

Hazel was at the
Melbourne Cup party,

and, yes, she had been drinking,
and then I saw her leave.

What time was that?
Umm, I couldn't say, really.

When was the last time you saw her?

In the corridor?
Was she with anyone?

Take your time, Mattie.

Parks.

Carol Stanning.
She's a nurse in the hospital.

Was there anything unusual
about their exchange?

They were having a disagreement.
What about?

I don't know.

They usually disagree?

I can't... I don't really know.

Can you remember anything
about the conversation?

Well, Carol said, I think,
"You're going to pay for this."

What was the last interaction
you had with the deceased?

I asked her if she thought

Mr Nicholson would ever
give her any peace.

What was her response?

She said not in her lifetime.

Thanks for your help.

You all right?

The knot! The knot in the noose!

It wasn't tied properly.

If you're a doctor,
you would tie it in such a way

that you would severe the spinal
cord so you die instantly.

Surgeons know all about knots.

They use them in their work all the
time for sutures and things.

It's like...the rope was
just there for show.

Parks, see what you can
find out about Carol Stanning.

I found Hazel's record book. It was
hidden in Carol Stanning's room.

Get her down here.

Well, she's on duty, sir.
I don't care.

Mattie?
They sent me home.

Well, perhaps not a bad idea, eh?

I didn't realise how many of
my photos had Hazel in them.

Yes.

You know she was on the
verge of implementing

a new surgical checklist procedure.

Would have reduced the
number of avoidable deaths.

Let me guess. Most of the
surgeons found it insulting?

Plus, not to mention to mention
the amount of paperwork

that would have been involved.

Well, some surgeons didn't like
a woman telling them how to improve.

Yeah, well, that's silly
cos something like that

could've saved people's lives.
That's right.

Very good surgeons often
see themselves as gods.

Geoffrey Nicholson? Yes.
Nicholson's a perfect case in point.

That's a great shot.

That was taken at our Christmas
party only last year.

She looks so happy.

You know, Mattie,

I... I think someone else was
involved in Hazel's death.

I simply can't believe
it was suicide.

Yeah, that would make sense.

And...I'm going to head to the
hospital and find out all I can.

Found this in your dorm room.
It's Hazel Mahoney's record book.

I don't know how it got there.

It's a pretty valuable
piece of stationary.

It has a list of everyone's
marks, some of whom failed.

What's your point?

Well, I'm assuming that
you passed first time round.

I failed, actually. Miss Mahoney
graded me when I did my internship.

Had to repeat a year thanks to her.

Still holding that grudge?

No.

So, why the argument with
Hazel on Tuesday night?

Look, we care about our patients,

and we discuss the
best way to treat them.

Arguing can be part of that process.

Parks?

"You'll pay for what you've done."

Do you often find yourself
in the middle of a fight?

Have to be strong.

It's a man's world out there,
and apparently in here as well.

I stand up for myself,

and I'll stand up for
anyone else who needs me to.

Right.
So, that's why you stole the book?

I didn't take it, and I don't know
how it got there.

Right, here we go.

You think they'll miss mashed potato
on the cafeteria menu?

Hospital food is rarely missed.
Too true.

Mattie, you think you could
lift that on your own?

No. No, I didn't think so.

That certainly rules out

some of our more slightly
built nurses on the ward,

unless, of course,
they had some help.

Ah, Danny, how did you go?

What's with the bag of veggies?

It's an experiment
to see how she was strung up.

Right. Yeah, well,
let me give you a hand.

No, no, I want to see if it
could be done on his or her own.

Watch yourself, Mattie.

So, someone with a
bit more strength than you,

and perhaps as much as me.

If Hazel was standing on the step
stools with the intention of jumping,

I wonder which way she'd face.

Well, towards the door?

Yes.

I think someone wanting to suicide
would face the door in preparation,

in case someone was to walk in,

and if I jumped from this height,

I think there's every
possibility my neck would break.

What are they, Danny?

Well, you know that they're staff
files, so come on, ask me.

All right. Would you mind opening
Geoffrey Nicholson's file for me?

You know I can't do that!

Well, could you do it for Hazel?

I got one more room to check,

so I'll come back and get the file
in a few minutes.

Good man. Thank you, Danny.

Blake. Geoffrey.

I know you only want to
talk about the suicide,

but I need to firm up
numbers for the meeting.

Yes, I'll be there. Good. I was
concerned we might not get a quorum.

To be honest,
if we could run this place

without having to answer
to a group of board members,

everyone would be better off.
Like a dictatorship. Bravo(!)

No wonder Hazel and
you didn't see eye to eye.

My working relationship
with Miss Mahoney

was cordial and professional.

I find that remark offensive,
given the circumstances.

The circumstances being that
she was murdered.

Someone's gone to a great deal
of trouble if that's the case.

Where were you after the party?

I'll give my interview to
the police in due course.

Good. In the meantime,

I'll let them know you were
evasive when asked the question.

I'll also tell them that a patient
died on your watch two years ago,

a Mrs Ferguson,
who left you her estate!

Think there'll ever be a day when
you and I can converse politely?

Geoffrey. Any chance you could get
Blake off my back?

Consider it done.

PHONE RINGS

Yes, Dr Lucien Blake.

Joy McDonald. How are you?

Oh, you're in town?

Er, yes, of course. I don't have
any more patients this afternoon.

Hazel Mahoney?

Jean, you're here. Perfect.

Er, yes.

Yes, Hazel weighed around 140 pounds.

I'm trying to work out how much
she weighed during her fall.

Why?

Well, it might tell me whether her
neck should have been broken or not.

Was her neck broken? No.

I'm sorry, I'm not quite following.

Well, if I can prove that
her neck should have been broken,

due to her weight and
the height of the stool,

it might be proof enough for Lawson

to convince him that she was,
in fact, murdered.

Would you mind just
stepping on the scales?

Hmm.

So, I'm Hazel Mahoney.

Yes, you are,

though I'll have to add a few more
pounds to the calculation here,

and, erm...

Yes, would you mind hopping
up the stool there for me?

I won't let you fall.

Oh! There we are.

Wonderful. Now, when you jump
onto the scales...

Jump onto the scales?

Yes. It'll tell me what
your dead weight might be.

Right. Yeah. Are you ready?

DOORBELL RINGS
Oh!

I'll get that.

Ah. He's in the surgery.

Do you do your best
thinking from up there?

Joy.

Carol stole it because of me.

Can you tell us why, Nancy?

Miss Mahoney warned me

that my grades might not
be enough to pass the year.

I told Carol at the party,

so she stole the doctor's
record book for me.

So, you and Carol,
you stick together?

She looks out for me.

So, if she told you
to jump off a bridge...

We didn't hurt Hazel.

I thought the grades I got
were unfair, so I told Carol.

You don't trust the marks
Hazel gave you?

A lot of the time we're marked

based on how confident
we are with our patients.

Which you're not?

Do you know how hard it is
to be strong in the world

for someone like me?

The world is set up
for people like YOU.

And you.

Were you instrumental in the death
of Hazel Mahoney?

No.

Where'd the burns come from?

Where'd the burns come from?!

They rope burns?

What brings you back to town?

I'm doing a piece
on a local surgeon.

Not Geoffrey Nicholson, I hope.

No. Patrick Tyneman has asked
that I write a profile piece.

On? You.

Lucien, what did you honestly
think would happen

when you introduced the two of us?

It's hard to deny
you are a great story.

Besides, Patrick Tyneman
has contacts beyond Ballarat,

and my editor is one of them.

It'd be slanderous.

Not if it's the truth.

And how much truth do
you have on me?

You mean apart
from you shutting down

a factory full of migrant workers?

And, according to Tyneman,
attacking a visiting British consul.

Yes, that was a good one.

And now going after a
prominent local surgeon.

Yes.

It's quite an impressive list,
isn't it? Told you.

I still think the Nicholson story
is better, and I'll tell you why.

I did some digging,

and I found out a patient died
on his watch a couple of years ago

and assigned property
to him in her will.

Not that he needs any more property,
but anyway,

it'd make a terrific story.

Like every other time you've
suggested a story.

No, no, no, this story will be
terrific for you and your editor.

Look, Hazel Mahoney was murdered.

Geoffrey and Hazel were enemies.

It's a long bow to draw.
Well...

So, why don't the police
deal with Nicholson?

Oh, he hasn't been questioned yet due
to his overwhelming surgical roster.

Surgeons certainly do live
by their own rules.

I may have to bring him
to trial myself

in a room full of
hospital board members.

Might give me substance for
my next article.

Yes.

Don't you open your mail these days?

Singapore. Your wife and child
were last seen there, weren't they?

Yes, and the search continues.

Any word?

I'm afraid there may be
a few words in that letter.

Inspector Lawson called.
He asked if you'd go to the hospital

and have a look at
Nancy Carmody's burn marks.

Excuse me, Sister.

Well, that certainly must have hurt.

Yes.

Superintendent Lawson wanted me to
ask you about those burn marks.

I told him that they
were not rope burns.

I didn't have anything to do with
Hazel's... Miss Mahoney.

Clearly, they're not friction burns.
How did you get those marks?

From the radiator in my dorm room.
I'm naturally clumsy.

Naturally clumsy. Can't be a good
thing in your profession.

Nancy, how long have you
been doing this to yourself?

Please don't say anything...

I was just so anxious with my exams.

You know, Hazel was very, very
pleased with your work.

Superintendent Lawson tells me

her report book was
full of praise for you.

I'm going to arrange for you to see
someone - someone who can help you.

All right?

Thank you. There you are.

Well, it certainly
wasn't Nancy Carmody.

She's frightened of her own shadow.

Those marks on her hands,
they weren't rope burns.

Carol Stanning's all bravado.
But no alibi?

We've interviewed everyone who was
at the party or rostered on.

Geoffrey Nicholson?
We're still working on that.

Oh, come on, tell me you're joking!

I mean, surely he can find time
between rounds of golf!

Apparently, they're one surgeon
down at the hospital.

He's been unable to get away.
Right, and Tyneman vouched for him.

He'll be brought in
when we can get hold of him.

Well, can I at least check
his surgical roster?

He wasn't rostered on.
We've checked.

Ah. Well, the evidence is mounting,
isn't it?

I don't need to remind you
it's innocent until proven guilty,

not the other way around.

What about the needle marks? I mean,
someone could have injected her.

Gus, what have you got?

Toxicology report for Miss Mahoney.

Miss Mahoney had morphine
in her system.

Bet you weren't expecting that.

Morphine.

A controlled substance,
therefore kept under lock and key.

The only people with access
are senior medical staff.

Like I said,
the evidence is mounting.

Leave it to us, Blake!

PHONE RINGS
I'll get that.

Blake's residence.

Oh, Mrs McDonald.
No, I'm afraid he isn't.

He's at his hospital board meeting.

Er, about 20 minutes ago,
but you can leave a mess...

Yes, just here, thank you.

Lucien!

Lucien!

Patrick. Lucien!

In summary, an application was
presented by Dr Hazel Mahoney.

Subsequently, that
application was rejected

because it failed to receive
sufficient votes.

I'd now like to hand over
to Mr Nicholson

to discuss further presentations.

Gentlemen, my request is that
the board support a research project

into new trans
and surgical procedures

at the Johns Hopkins University
in America.

And my request is...
And my request is that we take on

Hazel Mahoney's recent
proposal posthumously.

Well, we won't be doing that, Blake.
Why not?

Because it's already been rejected!

Our current priority is to make
Ballarat Hospital worthy

of international recognition.

Well, the procedures Hazel wanted to
implement could do just that.

Gentlemen, my funding
proposal sits in front of you.

I hope that it's considered
with the utmost importance.

And I hope you all consider that
Geoffrey Nicholson stands to make

a huge financial gain from
Hazel's death, and that's motive.

Sit down, Blake.
This is outrageous behaviour.

Well, there's plenty more.

The very fact that we don't know
exactly how Hazel was killed

might suggest that she was, in fact,

killed by someone in possession of
considerable medical knowledge,

and who had access
to controlled substances.

Gentlemen, I won't be
staying for any more speeches.

Blake, you cannot talk to
this man like that!

Two years ago,

Geoffrey Nicholson had a patient
who died quite unexpectedly.

There was an open finding
into the death.

No cause was found,
just like with Hazel,

and he made a significant financial
gain out of that death as well.

Two weeks before she died,

the patient, Mary Ferguson,
altered her will.

Fancy that!

Leaving all of her substantial
estate to Geoffrey Nicholson.

That patient of mine who died
is no secret.

What is a secret is that
I was abandoned as a child,

spent most of my childhood
in an orphanage,

but I worked hard and got a
scholarship which allowed me

to become a surgeon.
Geoffrey...

That patient was my birth mother,

and yes, she left me everything,
which was not much.

Thank you for your explanation,
Geoffrey,

however, it was
completely unnecessary.

That still doesn't explain where you
were when Hazel was killed.

I was called into surgery.

But you weren't rostered on,
Geoffrey.

Because I was covering
for another surgeon!

You can check the patient's records.

You're a loose cannon, Blake.

Get out of here before
you do any more damage.

Gentlemen, you have my resignation,
effective immediately.

That saves me the trouble
of firing you.

Why didn't you tell me
about your alibi, Geoffrey?

Geoffrey's silver spoon
wasn't so silver.

You knew.
I did some digging like you asked.

I tried to catch you before the
meeting. Did you...

Make a complete fool of myself?
Yes, I did.

I'm sorry. Well, at least you'll
have plenty of material

for your article. I have to go.
Lucien...

Look, make sure you
write that article, Joy.

At least you'll keep your job.
Lucien.

I don't want to interfere, but
I have a colleague based in Kuantan

following the Malay emergency.

He posted a story on
wartime missing persons last year.

He might be able to help
locate your wife and child.

Thank you.

I'll see what I can do.

Miss Stanning,
what can we do for you?

Is Inspector Lawson here?
He's with someone. Can I help you?

I wanted to make a statement.
OK.

A couple of the girls and I
had been drinking that night.

I was showing them
the new X-ray machine.

I accidentally scratched one of the
glass plates with one of my rings.

Sounds like an expensive accident.

Thought if I kept quiet
I could buy some time,

work out a way
of perhaps replacing it.

And admitting to it is better
than being a suspect in a murder.

That still doesn't explain

how Hazel's record book
was found in your room.

Well, maybe we should
match your fingerprints.

Look...

..I took it.

I wanted to know that Nancy was
telling the truth about her marks

before I confronted Hazel.

There was no chance to give
it back after she was found.

Where is he?

Lawson! Lawson!

Get out of my way! Out of my way!

Patrick! What seems
to be the problem?

Your bloody mate,
Lucien bloody Blake.

He's gone too far this time.
What's he done now?

I want him sacked!
Well, hang on a minute.

You sack him,
or I'll go over your head.

SHE KNOCKS ON DOOR

I thought you might
need some tea.

Lucien?

I made a fool of myself, Jean.

I humiliated Geoffrey Nicholson in
front of the entire hospital board.

I treated the man like
he was a bloody criminal.

Then I resigned from the board

before they had the chance
to formally remove me.

I thought I should let you know

before you heard it
from someone else.

So, you're the police surgeon,

and you've resigned from the
hospital board in disgrace.

Well, I thought that would be
the proper thing to do...

That's not the point.

Piece by piece,

you've unravelled everything
your father has built here.

Don't you understand?

Your patients need you.

We need you.

And you don't need the
likes of Geoffrey Nicholson

to make your life difficult,

because you do that
perfectly well by yourself!

And one day, people might just stop
forgiving you, and then what?

Jean, are you all right?

Evening. Evening, Matthew.

Whiskey's a good idea.

He does all the damage
when he's sober anyway.

HE KNOCKS ON DOOR

Just saw Jean outside.

She can't stand the
sight of you either.

To what do I owe this visit -
business or pleasure?

Pleasure. I'm here to fire you
at the behest of Patrick Tyneman.

Wonderful(!)

It's been wonderful working with you.

Now all I have to do is place an
advertisement for a police surgeon.

Well, I hate to say it,
but Gus would be the obvious choice.

If he didn't already have
a brand-new job in the big city,

and he didn't drive me more crazy
than you do. Thanks very much(!)

Doesn't leave many
on the list of candidates.

What about you?
You working at the moment?

Well, interestingly enough,
I've just been fired,

so it's probably good timing.
I'll take that as a yes, then.

Oh, Matthew, why would you want
to re-hire me?

I cause you nothing but trouble.

And as it turns out,
I make terrible bloody mistakes.

You get it right more
often than you get it wrong.

Whoever killed Hazel
covered their tracks superbly.

Truth is,
I can't do it without you.

And what about Tyneman?

You find out who killed Hazel,
Tyneman will get off your back.

If he doesn't, I'll handle him.

Hazel's record book.

Towards the back, you'll find
a list of her daily activities.

Might help.

Yes, it might.

So, who do you think
killed this doctor, then?

I don't know.

One thing I know for certain,
it's someone at that hospital.

That narrows the field down.

Morning.

Haven't seen Jean, have you?

No, I've been
at the hospital all night.

Is there any new information?

Um...I don't know if
I mentioned this before.

We found puncture marks
on Hazel's body.

Are they intravenous?

Intramuscular.
She tested positive for morphine.

No, Hazel wasn't a morphine user.

No, I wouldn't have thought so.

But sometimes these
things go unnoticed.

No, it's a depressant.

If she was on anything, which I
doubt, it would've been a stimulant.

The woman didn't stop.

Do you know, Mattie, I've never
questioned an autopsy report.

Dr Blake.

Linda, how are you?

OK. The place isn't really the same.

What can I do for you?
I don't suppose I could take a look

through some of the old
prescriptions, could I?

Mr Nicholson wouldn't
really approve.

No, of course, and I respect that.

Thank you, Linda.
Thank you for your time.

Dr Blake!
Is this about Miss Mahoney?

Yes, it is.

You can search by name here,
or by the drug type here,

thanks to Miss Mahoney.

Morning, Linda. Can I get
a prescription made up?

Linda, erm, look, er,

a Mr Giovanni Morgagni has
taken out a fair bit of morphine.

Do you know this patient?
No.

Do you mind if I hang onto this?
I will bring it back.

OK. Thank you.

TROLLEY CLANGS

Anyone ever tell you, when you're
trying to get away with murder,

never leave a paper trail?

Prescriptions for morphine

under the name of a famous dead
Italian pathologist...

not a smart move.

Your choice of lethal injection,
however - exceptional.

Potassium chloride,
hardly detectable after death.

Of course, it explains the puncture
marks on Hazel's legs.

Indeed, it was Hazel's procedures
that uncovered the fact

that you were a morphine addict.

She even gave you a chance to
get clean, didn't she, Gus?

Would've meant the end of my career.

So, you dealt with that problem
by killing her, didn't you?

Miss Mahoney had morphine
in her system.

You tried to make her
look like the addict

by substituting your blood for hers.

Oh, you're so smart,
aren't you?

You know what I wonder about, Gus?

I wonder why you didn't simply give
her an overdose of morphine,

but of course, that's part of the
problem with addiction, isn't it?

It's tough to part with the goods.

A healthy 40-year-old woman with
puncture wounds to her upper legs

would've started an investigation.
Yes, of course.

So, you tried to make
it look like suicide.

It was a nice touch with
the little stool, I tell you.

It's just a shame you faced
the steps the wrong way.

Oh, come on, Gus. Two deaths in one
week involving potassium chloride.

It's going to look a little
suspicious, isn't it?

And you're not nearly
strong enough to string me up.

Was this all part of your plan, Gus,

when you made the decision
to study medicine, hmm?

Is this all part
of your calling, hmm?

I tell you what, I'll make it
easy for you, really easy.

Here's a vein. Come on!
The idea of dying doesn't disturb me!

FROM OUTSIDE: Blake!

Knowing what you've done, though...
Blake!

is a different matter entirely!

Drop it!
Drop the syringe. Drop it!

Drop it now!

Mattie O'Brien told me you were
here. Thought you might need a hand.

Thank you.

Lucien!

'Dear Jean,

'I have received word
that my daughter is alive,

'and arrangements have been made
for me to meet with her in Shanghai.

'This is the journey I have longed
to make for so many years.

'You of all people will understand

'how much I need to see her,
to hold her...

'..to tell her I love her.'

Oh! Inspector Lawson.

Hello, Jean.

Well, come in.

Blake called me at the station.
He's on his way to Shanghai.

He wants to take
some leave from work.

He wanted me to pick this up
and give it to you.

Oh...

He'd like you to open it.

BLAKE'S VOICE: 'Who knows what will
happen or how it will end,

'but please know this -

'I'm coming back to Ballarat,
to my father's house.

'I have found a place
of light in the darkness.

'I have found my home.

'Thank you for caring,
and for being my friend.

'For the first time
in a very long time,

'this feels like the beginning
and not the end.

'Yours, with much affection, Lucien.'

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