All language subtitles for The.Doctor.Blake.Mysteries.S03E01.King.Of.The.Lake.1080p.WEB-DL.DDP2.0.H.264-squalor

HE GRUNTS

Ah!

SHOUTS OF ENCOURAGEMENT

Ah!

SHOUTS OF ENCOURAGEMENT

Come on!

SHOUTS OF ENCOURAGEMENT

Come on. Come on!

Step up now. Now!

Ah! Step it up!

Step it up!

SHOUTS OF ENCOURAGEMENT

NOW!

Ah! Sorry, mate.

SHOUTS OF ENCOURAGEMENT

CHEERING

Yes!

HE EXHALES

Yes! Yeah!

Come here, come here.

What about a kiss for the camera?

Oh, go on. On the lips?

WHISTLING

SHOCKED GASPS

APPLAUSE

I told you, 200 yards out!

I-I'm sorry, Dad.
You nearly lost it for us, yeah?

All right?

Good race. You almost had us.

What's that all about? Don't give me
that. You're bloody cheats, OK?

ANIMATED SHOUTS

You got a problem, Bates? Lads!

Right.

College! College! College! College!

THEY CHANT

HUBBUB

Rachel!

Thought you might be thirsty.
Thanks.

Does this look all right to you?
What do you mean?

I don't know. Does it look a little
weak, like, not yellow enough?

It's fine. Come on, photo time.

John? Now, where's Arnie?

Arnie!

Arnie, come on.

Here you go, boys. Thanks, Dad.

APPLAUSE AND CHEERING

College! College! College! College!

THEY CHANT

CHEERING

APPLAUSE

Quickly, someone! Quickly!

BIRDSONG

Lucien?

Lucien?

You can't hide, you know. Lucien?

Mattie. You asked him to move in,
so go and sort it out.

Oh, they'll be fine.

Oh, honestly!

Mrs Beazley, I promise,
I'm being extremely careful. I know.

It's just... These boxes belonged
to the doctor's father. Wait!

This one is extremely fragile. Only
the doctor is allowed to move them.

It's just down the hall. Yes,
I know, but that's not the point.

Charlie! Give this to me! Ah! Oh!

What's the problem here? Your boxes.

Well, just shift them. You said
no-one was allowed to move them!

Pop them in the surgery.

He's got to be able to get
in and out of the room somehow.

Yesterday, you said no-one
was allowed to touch them.

And today I've changed my mind.

You're angry because I offered him
the room without consulting you.

It's your house,
you can do what you like.

I thought you didn't trust him.

Well, I didn't. Not entirely.

But I felt for the boy.

But you're quite right. I should have
discussed it with you first.

PHONE RINGS

Could I get a hand?

You seem to be doing fine.

Dr Blake's surgery.

Yes, one moment.

Charlie? It's for you.

Thanks for the room, Doc.

Is Mrs Beazley all right
about me being there?

Oh, Mrs Beazley's ecstatic.

Monica?

Monica Parker, is that you?

Lucien. Well, goodness me,
what are you doing here?

That's my son.

Doctor.

I am so sorry. I-I had no idea.

If there's anything I can do,
anything at all, you let me know.

That went well(!)

What have we got?

Dennis Goodman.

17, Ballarat College.

State schoolboy, rowing champion
two years running.

Father told me he was going to be
selected for Rome next year.

State swimming champion,
freestyle and butterfly.

State team for cricket.

District for football.

Witnesses said two boys went
into the water, only one surfaced.

They also said he was
only under the water for 25 seconds.

Any attempt at resuscitation?

Three trained lifesavers
in the crowd.

They took turns
until the ambos got here.

Something's not right here.

What are we dealing with, Lucien?

At this moment,
I have absolutely no idea.

He's quite the platonic ideal,
isn't he?

He was an athlete.
And a very good one, too.

That explains the muscle definition.

Must have taken some work.

See the shape of the pectorals?

And the abdominal oblique?

It's perfect.

Quite a student of the male form,
Doctor.

I studied classics at university.
Mm.

Ahem! Slight acne on the shoulders.

Well, not surprising in a teenager.

There's no sign of any trauma, apart
from a likely contusion on the jaw.

Yes.

Might need to let the blood settle on
that overnight, see what forms, eh?

You didn't find anything he could
have struck under the water?

No. No, not yet.

Doug Ashby's got a police diver
coming in tomorrow.

How about the upper airways?
As you suspected.

Contained an unusually large amount
of water,

despite the resuscitation attempt.

LUCIEN SIGHS

Not quite adding up, is it?

No.

But he can't have drowned.

We don't know for sure, Rachel,
but it's still our best guess.

He was so strong.

You were with him
just before he went in.

Did he...did he say anything,
do anything unusual?

No.

Anything at all?

Well...he asked about his drink.

He said it didn't look
yellow enough.

But he seemed fine.

He seemed...

Here you are, my dear.

Oh, thank you, Doctor. Of course.

Charlie?

They took our photograph, then a few
of the other students picked us up

and carried us to the water.

Go on.

Don't tell them a drowning, not yet.
What?! Why not?

It's tradition. You win your race,
they throw you in the lake.

You've both swum in the lake before?

We've won a lot of races.

Excuse me.

What is that?

The contents
of Dennis Goodman's lungs

after 25 seconds in Lake Wendouree.

Well, the boy drowned.
Not from water in his lungs.

When you're drowning, typically,
the larynx clamps shut.

It's a protective measure.
Prevents more water coming in.

You continue to struggle,
but the lungs are sealed.

Basically, you asphyxiate.
It can take quite some time.

That's what we call a dry drowning.

Now, alternatively, the larynx shuts

and then briefly releases

after an individual
has fallen unconscious,

allowing a small amount of water
into the lungs.

That's what we call a wet drowning.

And in this case?

Well, that's far too much water.

So this is neither a wet drowning,
or a dry drowning? Exactly.

The larynx failed to close,
water rushed into the lungs.

Dennis Goodman was dead
either just before,

or just after he hit the water.

How? I don't know,
but he didn't drown, as such.

All because of the boy's larynx?
Yes.

I mean, try breathing in next time
you're sipping a cup of tea.

Are you suggesting foul play?

CHARLIE COUGHS

Sorry.

I'm not suggesting anything.

Well, the father
is demanding answers.

Accident, manslaughter, murder,
I have to put a name to it!

At present, causes unknown.

Acting Sergeant, make a note.

Until the doctor signs off
on cause of death,

the body will remain
in the Ballarat Morgue.

You feel like explaining that
to the parents?

You don't know?

The autopsy was inconclusive.

But I have to organise the funeral.

And I understand that,
but until we know...

They're doing what they can.

Our boy is in the morgue.

Now, we want him back so we can
say goodbye. Is that so hard?!

Darling! Is it?!

At the moment?

Yes, it is.

Mr Goodman,
until we know how your son died,

we can't officially
release his body.

MR GOODMAN SIGHS

Can you think of any reason why
someone might want to hurt Dennis?

Did he have any enemies?
Rivals, perhaps?

To your knowledge,
did anyone ever threaten him?

I'm sorry, Monica, I have to ask.
I'd like you to leave.

Now! Mr...Mr Goodman, please!

Mr Goodman, I have to ask the...!

My son had viral meningitis
when he was six.

The doctors said he wouldn't live.

But he ended up inspiring
more people in 17 years

than you'll do in a lifetime,

and you ask me if he had enemies?!

Mr Goodman, as Monica said...

That's Mrs Goodman to you!

Mr and Mrs Goodman,
thank you for your time. (Go.)

Foxglove, from the garden.

Foxglove. Mm.

Very medicinal, you know. Really? Mm.

And I just thought
they were pretty flowers.

I put your father's belongings
in the surgery.

I don't know what you
want to do with them.

That makes two of us.

Oh, Charlie told me about the
Goodman boy down at the lake. Yes.

I knew his mother years ago,
before I left to study in Scotland.

She was the first woman I ever...

..courted.

Oh.

The night before I was leaving,
we had a...

Oh, we had a silly argument
about something.

Believe it or not...

..I was thinking about
proposing to her.

Instead, I left the next day
and never saw her again.

Joined the army,
eventually got posted to Singapore.

It's funny, isn't it?

How your life can turn on a single
moment, on a single decision.

Yes, it is, isn't it?

Well, good night, Lucien.

Good night, Jean.

Did I leave you
with enough hot water this morning?

Ah, nearly. It was better
than yesterday, at least.

Morning, Mattie.
Good morning. Charlie.

Mrs Beazley. Oh!

There's a patient to see you.

It's a bit early for that, isn't it?

You'll want to see this one.

Why would anyone
want to hurt Dennis?

I was hoping you could tell me that.

Everybody looked up to him.

I...was so proud of him.

Even Patrick Tyneman sponsored him.

Sponsoring?
I thought Dennis was amateur.

There was some way around it.
I don't understand.

I'm sorry Herbert
was rough with you yesterday. Oh!

He was a sportsman, too, wasn't he?
An Olympian.

He could be very tough on Dennis,
said he had to be.

SHE KNOCKS

Thank you, Jean. Not at all.

If there's anything else you need...
Yes.

Now, you have another boy, don't you?

Yes. Lucas. An athlete, too?

Oh, he tries.

He's more of an academic
than Dennis ever was. Ah!

Well, I do approve of scholars.

Herbert didn't.

Lucien?

If you have any regard for me...
Monica?

Monica, this is my job.

And I promise you, I'll find out
what happened to Dennis.

Thank you.

I loved my son, Lucien.

His memory is all I have left.

Well, look at that.

Absolutely right.

You can just see the beginnings
of a circular imprint

just above the carotid artery.

Meaning if the artery was damaged,
it could have caused him to drown?

May well have done, Charlie.

Might leave it a while longer
to settle, eh?

Do you have the stomach contents?

You can see the redness, can't you?
Yeah.

Ah!

HE SNIFFS
Oh!

Well, that is interesting. Charlie?

Oh! What am I meant to be smelling?
Alcohol.

You can definitely smell it.

Mm. And I presume alcohol
wasn't available after the race?

It wasn't. I know that for a fact.

Dennis didn't drink. Never has done.

I understand that, Mr Goodman.
I only ask because...

Well, on occasion, boys will be boys.

I know my own son, Blake.

And I'm telling you,
there must be some mistake.

He was a good boy.

He trained hard.

I'm sorry.

Dad?

I can't find Dennis' sports bag.

For God's sake, Lucas, it doesn't
matter. Come on, we're going.

I've just spoken
to the boy's father, AGAIN!

He's furious.

I mean, the boy drowned
in front of 40 witnesses.

You know, the family's actually
more worried about the boy's funeral

than if he had a quiet ale
on the side.

Only they say
he never touched the stuff.

And I still can't work out
why his body reacted the way it did.

Charlie? Yeah.

This bruise.

You said there was a scuffle. Mm-hm.

Talk to the boys involved.

And some other argument
he might have had,

according to the girlfriend.

Find out who it was with. Yes, boss.

And before you do any of that...
better check that lake.

Will do.

You really think this is murder?

Yes.

You've got 24 hours.

That's it.

In the water? Yes.

IN the water? Yes.

Blake, you could have told me
you wanted me to go in the water.

You heard the superintendent.
I wanted divers, we don't have time.

Now, Charlie, 10, 15 minutes, tops,

then hop out, rug up.
It's bloody cold.

Thanks for that. Any chance of
a swig from that flask before I do?

No, I wouldn't, Charlie. It
increases the risk of hypothermia.

Quite right.

Deep breath, Charlie!

Heh-heh! Welcome to the Ritz.

Bit different to what
the College toffs have, eh?

Oh, it doesn't seem to have slowed
you down. Not too much, anyway.

Yeah. We almost did them the other
day, and in last week's qualifiers.

Only I got stuffed
towards the finish.

We just kept going out too fast,
too early, that's all. Right.

Now, you and Dennis had something
of a to-do after the race, I gather?

Oh, just stirring.
Then he broke it up.

No-one landed nothing.

Pity. Bloke had a face
you'd never get tired of punching.

So tell me, if you win
at the State Titles next week,

you might be selected
for the Olympic squad, yes?

He might, I won't.
Timmy's the gun, I'm just the grunt.

He ought to, at least,
after all the yakka he's put in.

He's going
for some scholarship overseas.

Ah! It's a Rhodes Scholarship.

It's pretty competitive, though.

Ah, he'll get it.

Just a shame he's a rubbish bloke.

Oh! Is that right?

Here you are, boys.
Just something to keep you going.

Smashing, Mrs Webb. Thanks, Mum.

You'd better pack up soon, love.

Dr King's got some deliveries
needing to be made.

Yes, Mum.

I remember making the same deliveries
for my father's surgery

from time to time
when I was your age.

Dr Blake, this is Beth Webb.
I trained under her.

Pleased to meet you.

Absolute pleasure.

Now, Mattie, we'd best be going.

Boys, good luck at the State Titles,
eh?

Anything from the other students?

It sounds like the girlfriend,
Rachel,

and Arnie Ross were a bit of an item
before Dennis came along. Ah!

It's probably just teenage gossip.

What about you? Anything useful?
Not a lot.

Let's see if Charlie's
managed to find anything, eh?

Thanks for your help, Arnie.

Hey, Doc, turns out
there was something down there.

So I see.

Arnie, those shoes of yours,

were you wearing them yesterday
when you were thrown in?

Yes, sir.

Looks like you didn't have to go
swimming after all, Charlie.

I knew I must have kicked him.

I felt something
after we hit the water.

And you didn't think
you should tell us?

It's all right, Arnie.
You gave Dennis a bruise,

it isn't what killed him.

Then why are we here?

Tell us about Dennis.

Great sportsman, very dedicated,
trained real hard.

Glad we were on the same team.

Yes.

You know, I noticed in the newspaper,

it mentioned he'd won
the Wendouree Classic.

It didn't mention you.

Did that happen often?

Yes.

Gosh, that must have been difficult.

Well, he was the successful one,
I was just there to help out.

Oh.
And did you always think that way?

Son?

I used to think
I could make it professional.

That was before Dennis
and his dad came along.

His dad coached you both?
Dennis mostly.

And how did that make you feel?

Dennis always got
whatever he wanted.

The best of everything.

Took all the glory, took my girl.

Then he starts cheating on her
with someone behind her back!

Honestly?

I won't miss him.

It's a good thing young Dennis
was winning races,

because he certainly
wasn't winning many friends.

We had a phone call while you
were out, some joker in a phone box,

saying, above all things...
You're going to love this.

..Tyneman tried to fix
the Wendouree Classic

so that Dennis Goodman could win it.

Of course he did.

I shouldn't be surprised.

They were anonymous,
they just phoned in.

You used to be involved with
Monica Goodman. Weren't you?

I've been around this town for
a lot longer than you have, Lucien.

That has absolutely no bearing
on this case, Doug, and you know it.

But you have to admit,
it complicates matters.

Excuse me, sir. What?

It seems one of the college teachers
has found

a half-empty bottle of spirits in
a visitor's locker at the boathouse.

Spirits?

Whose locker, do we know?

Les Bates.

Who was also seen outside,
just before the presentation.

All right, bring him in.

And this time, Dr Blake, Charlie
and I will ask the questions. OK?

Vodka? You're kidding, aren't you?

What would I be doing
with that top-shelf stuff?

You were seen around the time
of the refreshments.

So?
I went to pick up my pocket knife.

I thought I might have dropped it
back there, or in the change rooms,

but I couldn't find it.

And you didn't see the bottle then?

I reckon I'd remember.

Did you see anybody there
at the time?

No, nobody, except Arnie.

Arnie Ross?

He was dropping his bag off
as I was leaving.

Do you know Patrick Tyneman?

Who?

Patrick Tyneman.

He's a local businessman.

Did he ever talk to you before
the race about deliberately losing?

If we'd tried any harder,
we'd be in a bloody box ourselves.

If you're dead-set on finding
someone who had it in for Dennis,

maybe you should talk
to his old man.

We already have, Les.

Well, then, you know Dennis' dad
used to rough him up before a race.

Just to get him angry.
How do you know that?

I saw him do it plenty of times.

Is that right?

Show me, Les.

It's all right.

Oh. Like this.

How hard? Like...like that?

Show me.

Then he'd shake him
and sometimes he'd hit him.

It's all right. Go on.

Yes.
Pretend I'm Dennis for a moment.

Bates! Bates! Bates!

Sorry about that, Doc.
No, not at all, Les.

Bit more conviction there
than I expected.

Oh, well spotted, Charlie(!)

I was tempted to let him keep going.

Did you know anything about this
before he started?

No, not really.

Certainly puts him in the frame
now, though, doesn't it?

You'll be wanting to talk
to the father, then.

Charlie can do that, without you.

I haven't finished!

I don't like surprises, and I don't
like being kept in the dark.

I want to know what you're doing,
and why, every step. Understood?

Understood. You want my advice?

I instinctively know you don't,
but if you did, I would tell you,

stay away from the Goodmans!

I still haven't found
Dennis' sports bag.

I gather there was some petty theft
at the college.

A stopwatch went missing.

Maybe someone took his bag, too.

He rows well for a scholar.

Yes. It's his first year
on the rowing team.

He tries very hard for his father.

When did you meet Herbert?

During the war.

We met at a dance.

Hm! He was a great dancer.

He made me feel safe.

He was going to take me away
from all this.

It's funny how life turns out,
isn't it?

Yes.

I remember I wrote to you
from Edinburgh. I, um...

I didn't think it was fair
to ask you to wait for me.

Ah, here's Lucas.

So, tomorrow morning, we can start
making the arrangements?

Yes. Providing the lab reports
are as expected.

I'm just sorry I...

I can't tell you anything more
right now about how he died.

Have you met Dr Blake? Lucas.

I'll go get the car.

Well, looking good out there.

Quite a rower, from what I can see.

I'll never be as good as Dennis.

I am ever so sorry
for the loss of your brother.

Don't be.

LOW CHATTER

Patrick.

Lovely morning.
Please, don't let me stop you.

I'll be in touch.

And...don't trust this one.

Thank you, Mr Tyneman.

So, you're sponsoring Tim Webb now?

All strictly non-professional.

What happened to, um...
sponsoring Dennis Goodman?

Sadly, the boy's dead.

So now I'm sponsoring Tim Webb.

I gather there are still questions
about Dennis Goodman's death.

You wouldn't be sniffing around
if it was accidental.

Personally...

..I couldn't stand the boy.

No principles.

But he was the ideal type
to promote.

And that's what matters(!)

This is a young country, Blake.

For the next few hundred years,

all our heroes are going to be
sportsmen or clowns.

Takes a long time
to develop anything else.

Patrick, tell me...how's your boy?

Still in jail.

But thanks for asking.

Alice has verified the contusion

on Dennis' throat and jaw
was only superficial.

The lab estimates his blood alcohol
at one part in a thousand,

to be confirmed tomorrow
with their final report.

Including test results
for poisoning of any kind.

So, the fact is that neither
the bruise, nor the vodka,

nor the shaking,
nor anything else we're aware of

caused the boy's death?

I'm afraid not. So now you know.

Given the pressure
I'm facing from Melbourne

and subject
to the lab's confirmation,

unless you release the body,
I will have no option

but to review your position
as police surgeon.

Understood?

Understood.

Alice. Doctor.

I did as you asked,
ran further bloods on him.

There's no presence
of any medication.

No detectable presence of SGOT.

But elevated levels of testosterone.

Yes. Elevated beyond
reasonable fluctuations.

Also, levels of haemoglobin
far above what you'd expect.

And I found evidence of injection
marks on the gluteus medius muscle.

See? Here and here.

You can just see them.

He was doping himself. Yes.

No wonder he was so...
Physically perfect?

I was going to say impressive. Mm.

I asked the family doctor
to release his medical records.

He refused.
At the father's request, apparently.

The father again. Yes.

Are you any closer
to finding out how he died? No.

But I do have a long list of people
who would've wanted him dead.

You shouldn't be here.
Herbert will be furious.

Did you know Dennis
was taking testosterone?

What? An anabolic steroid.

Enhances performance
and recuperation.

Well, possibly.
I...I wouldn't know.

Herbert looked after
all of Dennis' medical issues.

It's potentially very dangerous.

Herbert would never do anything
to hurt our son.

How would he know? Monica,
where are you? Look, I have to go.

Some of the boys from the other team
called Dennis a cheat.

My son was never a cheat.

He was an inspiration.

A special boy. He was doping.

You again! I thought
I made myself clear?!

Mr Goodman, please.

I know Dennis was using
some kind of steroid or testosterone,

and I think you know that, too.

Now, we need to find
that missing sports bag.

Do we?

Lucas, get your brother's bag.

There is no missing sports bag,
Dr Blake.

We found it at the school
this afternoon.

Here. Take a good look.

You happy now?

Herbert, I am so sorry...

I say this one final time.

Leave me and my family alone.

Testosterone?

Male sex hormone, Jean.
I know what it is, Mattie.

It's cheating.

Well, is it? I mean,
they take vitamin supplements

and some of them are on
special diets. That's not cheating.

Actually, steroids are frowned upon
in most sports,

but you do have a point.

Finished? Yes, thank you.

What about the teams
that aren't taking it,

or can't afford it?
Is it fair on them?

And I don't think his fans
in the town would be impressed

that he's taking male sex hormones
to improve his stroke.

Oh, for heaven's sake! It's like
living with a pair of children.

LUCIEN CHUCKLES

Well, if you ask me, I'd put
my money on the rowing partner.

What about the brother? Hm?

Permanently overlooked,
sibling rivalry.

Let's not forget about the father
in all of this.

Oh? Why?

Because he married the girl
you were fond of as a boy?

I think he knew about the doping

and I don't think
he could tolerate failure. Mm.

Well, I feel sorry for him,
actually.

You know, he went to Berlin
for the Olympics,

but he had to drop out
because of some injury.

Maybe he's reliving the glory days
through Dennis. Mm.

But what the rival
on the other team?

I mean, doesn't he benefit now
that Dennis is out of the way? Mm.

And if Dennis was on testosterone,
where did he get it from?

On the father's instructions,
the family doctor,

you know, Dr King from down the road,

won't release his medical records.
Mm.

And I felt certain everything
would be in that bloody sports bag.

Charlie!
Your dinner should still be warm.

I have got some studying to do.

Thank you.

KNOCK AT DOOR

I thought you might need this.

Lovely.

This boy had seemingly
so many enemies.

The problem isn't so much why,
it's how.

How did someone do this to a lad
in such supreme physical condition?

I'm sure you'll work it out, Lucien.

One way or another.

Thank you, Jean.

Morning! Morning.

Er...your friend Patrick's
put himself on the front page.

Hm. A roast tonight,
if that's agreeable.

Oh, sounds great.

PHONE RINGS

Blake's residence.

He said it didn't look
yellow enough.

Yes, sir, I'll tell him.

Doc, boss wants to see you.

Immediately.

So yesterday was strangulation and
alcohol, today it's bodybuilding?!

Huh! I take it
you're no closer to a conclusion?

No. All right.

I have a regional command meeting
later this afternoon.

And I have to tell you,

you're apparently now on
the official agenda.

So if you've neither
released the body

or provided grounds for criminal
charges by the time I return,

four o'clock,
you leave me no choice.

I have to submit this...

..seeking your formal suspension.

So go!

Foxglove. Hm?

Foxglove.

What are you doing?

Yellow.

Foxglove.

Foxglove! Yellow!

You're sure about this, Doc?

We missed something more important
than we realised.

Now, when's Ashby due back?

About four. Why?

Do you think you could get
someone to go and search

in and around the boathouse
for Dennis' bag?

The sports bag? I thought
the Goodmans already found it.

Charlie, they showed me a bag.

I'm not so sure it was Dennis'.

So his bag might still be out there?

Sergeant? They're here.

Thanks.

And you can't recall
anything else he said,

either just before,
or just after the presentation?

No.

I was really angry with him.

He was going behind my back
with another girl.

Any idea who that was, Rachel?

No! We were in love!

He was going to get me
out of this town!

Sorry, that must sound
really stupid to you.

No, not at all, Rachel.

That's why I put the vodka
in his drink.

After the race.

Drinking's against college rules,

but I wanted him to be punished
for what he'd done.

Rachel, on the day Dennis died,

you mentioned he asked you
about his drink, about the colour.

Yes, I think that's what he said.

Had he ever spoken before
of things looking...

unusual, or...or a bit odd?

No.

Had he ever mentioned anything
about dizzy spells?

No.

Is it my fault?

Please tell me
that I didn't kill him!

You did not.

The alcohol had absolutely nothing
to do with Dennis' death.

There you are, confirmation that
Rachel was responsible for the vodka.

We're going to have to release them,
Doc. Yes.

Is Rachel still here?

Arnie, yes. We just needed
to ask her a few more questions.

Well, what sort of questions?

I mean, I know
I may still be in strife,

but if I can help, I will.

Yes. You've helped her before,
haven't you?

You helped Rachel spike that drink

and plant the bottle
in the boys' change rooms, yes?

Arnie, did Dennis ever talk to you
about things looking strange,

or what about feeling dizzy,
perhaps after a race?

You mean the yellow thing?

Yes, the yellow thing.

For the last two or three weeks.

The bloke was obsessed!
"Is this yellow? Is that yellow?"

Anything else, Arnie?
Anything at all?

No, I don't think so.

You mentioned
he was seeing someone else.

Do you think he could have told her?

I said I didn't know who that was.

Yes, but you have a pretty good idea,
don't you?

Does Rachel know?

No. Nor should she.

We'd had a row.

Rachel was with her dad in Melbourne
that weekend.

Dennis didn't know and dropped by.

By then, I'd already had
a few glasses of wine.

It's not until the men stop looking

that you realise
you've become...invisible.

It's not an excuse,
just an explanation.

Dennis had left well by morning.

I should have known
he'd tell his pals.

No. No, no, no. I...

I think Arnie was the only one
who suspected it was you.

And he didn't know for certain

until he saw you arguing outside
after the race.

After the first time, Dennis thought
he was on to a good thing

and threatened to tell Rachel
if I didn't keep seeing him.

I begged him to let it end

and he just laughed at me.

In the time you...knew Dennis,

did he ever talk
of things looking yellow?

Did he ever mention
having fainting spells?

He was dizzy once.

But he took something from that
sports bag he always had with him

and later, he was fine.

Dear God!

Dear God!

SHE SOBS

Watch it, mate.

Is that what I think it is?

Yeah. I found it at the college
boathouse, hidden up on the roof.

Well, if that is, in fact,
Dennis' bag,

inside, I'd expect to find,
amongst other things, a syringe,

a file labelled testosterone
or anabolic steroids,

and some digoxin tablets.

They're derived
from the foxglove plant.

And if taken regularly,
they make things appear yellow.

Used to treat diabetes, epilepsy.

Ah!

And in Dennis' case, I suspect it
was used to treat heart arrhythmia.

Arrhythmia? Yes.

Bit young for heart problems,
wasn't he?

Oh, it can happen at any age.

In fact, it's a condition
that's often inherited.

But the question is this -

why did the digoxin
fail to protect him?

If, in fact, this is digoxin.

Why did you lie about finding
your son's bag, Mr Goodman?

Why? Because I was sick and tired

of my family being harassed
by this lunatic!

Of course. And the fact
that no-one would connect you

to the missing drugs had nothing
to do with it, I suppose.

Let me ask you this, Mr Goodman.
How's your heart?

Lucas? The car.

It was my bag we showed you.

He WAS taking something.

Dennis.

I'm not sure what.
We never talked about it.

But I remember Dad reminding him
once he needed to take it.

But you don't know what, exactly?

No. I was afraid Dad
would make me take it, too.

I don't even like rowing.

Dad doesn't want to hear that.

Lucas, what have you done?
You can tell me.

I told one of those other boys.

Last month, at the school trials.

Right. Which other boy?

Oi! Boys!

Oi! Stop!

All right! They can have it back
if they want it that bad!

Get up. Argh!

It's only a bloody stopwatch!

You'd reckon I'd robbed
a bloody bank!

Where's he reckon he's going?

Move. Move!

SIREN WAILS

You know, I used to come here
as a boy, to this very spot.

To watch the rowing.
I loved it. Really loved it.

I would just marvel
at the freedom of it all.

You've lost all that now.

One decision.

One decision has the power
to change everything.

Come on, son.

When his brother told me he was
on something, I didn't believe him.

Not until last month's trials when
I saw him trying to hide his bag.

I waited till he went out on the
water and then I had a quick look.

That's when I found the testosterone
and the digoxin.

Did you know what they were?

Not at first.

But I did my homework.

Found out all about them.

The heart pills were one thing.

I could understand that,
not wanting anyone to know.

But the testosterone?

The steroids?

I mean, it actually
makes me feel sick,

thinking about all the years
and all the effort

taken from me by a cheat!

So you swapped the pills.

Yeah.

For slimming tablets
that looked much the same.

I knew that when he won the race,
he was going to get thrown in.

And without the digoxin,
his heart couldn't take it.

Cold water would do the rest,
causing his heart to stop.

I wasn't wrong, was I?

How'd you know they'd win?

Because I let them.

Les never even knew.

What's this?

That's the stopwatch
used for your practice run.

And looking at the time there...

..I'd say you would have won easily
next week.

Maybe.

But why leave that to chance?

You've got some explaining to do,
Mr Goodman.

It's all my fault.

If it wasn't for this...
condition of mine...

..Dennis wouldn't have died.

I think there may be other reasons

for you to take responsibility,
don't you?

Your son left a trail of damage,
I'm afraid to say.

Winning was the only thing
that mattered, nothing else.

Not the team-mates he pushed aside,
not the opposition he cheated.

Not the girlfriend
he was unfaithful to.

I'm sorry, Monica,
but that's the truth of it.

The young man who did this...

..what's going to happen to him?

He'll be charged as a youth.

I hope they hang him.

Monica! Jealous.

Couldn't cope with the fact
that my boy was better than him.

It's not about
being better than anyone.

What kind of a memory
am I supposed to have of him now?

I should have expected this
from you.

I asked you for help.

What made me think
you could help me?

You'll just walk away now,
never mind the consequences.

You have another boy.

You be kind to him.

A word, Doctor?

Melbourne's been on the phone,

asking why my police surgeon
appears to have been involved

in the pursuit and apprehension
of an underage suspect.

I told them it was on my orders
and, of course,

the boy was not the suspect,
but the perpetrator.

You've got a lot of enemies, Lucien.

I'm not one of them.

Thank you, Doug.

My wife and daughter are gone.

Before I was called back here,
I was...

..sitting in my empty house...

..watching time disappear.

You keep finding answers, maybe
I can keep this job a little longer.

So, for my sake...

..try not to stuff up.

Your father was a good man.

But we all loved your mother.

Lucien, you all right?

Did you know my mother
was friends with Doug Ashby?

Your father talked about it.

She had a miscarriage when I was two.

Was diabetic.

I had absolutely no idea.

So much I don't know.

Well, you seem to be managing
very well.

Thank you, Jean. One thing
I didn't manage well, Monica Goodman.

I treated her so badly.

That's not really
any of my business.

I knew she wasn't the one.

And I raced off halfway
around the world before I told her.

In a letter. Yes.

I should have told her in person,
of course.

I wouldn't like to be treated
like that.

Well, somehow, I can't imagine you'd
ever be treated like that, Jean.

That medicine that boy
was supposed to be on, the digoxin.

Yes, you mentioned it. Foxglove.

Derived from digitalis. Hm!

It was right under my nose.

It often is.

I'd best put the roast on.

Charlie!
What on earth are you doing?

You said we were having a roast.

I thought I'd get it ready for you.

And what do you know about roasts?

I used to help Mum.

I've got brothers.

Oh! Is that all right, Mrs Beazley?

Yes. For now.

Sorry. I just find it hard
watching you do everything.

Well, it's my job, Charlie,
but thank you.

Here you go.

Off the table, Mattie.