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[thunder rumbling]

[soft dramatic theme]

[dramatic theme music]

[guns firing]

[man grunting]

[Male Speaker] Cease fire, cease fire!

[soft orchestral]

[men chattering]

I need you all to stay put,
lads, I'll come back to you.

Police liaison called it in.

Tactical night maneuvers.

Lance Corporal Mervyn Rogers.

[Frank] A lance corporal
on recruit training?

No, he wasn't part of the exercise.

He just got in the way, unfortunately.

Apparently it was an accident.

He's wearing civvies so he's off-duty.

Christ, he's just a kid.

And killed only a few
hundred yards from home.

What was the target, Charlie?

Right, damn near impossible
to tell who fired

the fatal shot.

Alright.

Well...

There's no exit wound.

Mm-hmm.

Single entrance wound
to the anterior chest.

There's no evidence of sooting
or gunpowder tattooing.

He was shot from a distance.

It looks pretty straightforward.

According to the recruits, he died

a few minutes after midnight.

His family have been informed.

Right.

Think they might be able to use
some of your bedside manner.

[knocking on door]

He must have been out running.

He used to do that when he couldn't sleep.

You'll stay here until your
Ben gets home, alright?

Ben, your husband?

He's away on a training op.

Mrs. Rogers, I know how
hard this must be for you.

Please know you have
our deepest sympathies.

Yes.

It's best you rest for a few days.

If there's anything we
can do, anything at all,

don't hesitate to ask.

I'll organize her leave from payroll.

I run the admin office on
base, Daisy lives next door.

I just want to know why
this happened to my son.

[Charlie sighing]

[Charlie] I can't believe
that took all night.

That's the military, Charlie,
that is the military.

Accidentally shot.

By one of his own, no less.

Still, they followed the
book to the letter, though.

Safety officers at hand, they
notified the military police.

Nothing else anyone could have done.

[Lucien] Bloody hell!

[sirens wailing]

[dramatic theme music]

Where do you think you're going?

Give me your keys.

Do you even have a license?

Stand there.

Walter Johns, west Ballarat.

All right, Walter.

That's dangerous driving.

Driving in excess of 35 miles an hour

above the posted speed limit.

No rego plates.

[Lucien] Charlie?

Stay there.

Look.

I was meeting a girl after work.

[Frank] What time was this?

Round half past 11:00.

[Frank] And then?

I rode my bike.

Took the scenic route through a paddock.

Some idiot had left his car running.

So you stole it?

Yeah, thought it'd impress her.

Turn up in a nice car.

So you spend the rest of
the night joyriding, do you?

Tell me, Walter, what
line of work are you in?

I'm a logger.

[Frank] Logger, right.

So, this, then?

Much need for a bayonet
in your line of work?

Where--

We found it, Walter, in your car.

Well, it's not mine.

Then you tell us whose it is, then.

I don't know.

The car, whatever you
found in it, it wasn't me.

Check the rego.

Walter, that doesn't mean
you didn't commit the crime.

Just means you stole someone's
car to commit the crime.

Are you having a lend?

Tell me about the paddock
where you found the car.

Dunnstown,

off Old Melbourne Road.

This would be where the
car was when it stopped.

Yeah.

Yeah, we're still searching for the owner.

No luck as yet.

If the car was left running
and someone was trying to

dispose of a body, I mean--

[Charlie] Yeah, you wouldn't choose here.

Bloody hell, you'd be digging for days.

And another thing, this
bicycle Walter claims

he was riding--

I know, no sign of it.

[door opening]

[Alice] Good, you're here.

Good morning, Alice.

[Alice] This rug.

Alice, call me old-fashioned.

Out of respect, don't
you think we should start

with the body first?

Why, he's not gonna get any more dead.

From this amount of blood,
the police are aware

that someone has died.

The size of the red blood
cells and the absence

of any nucleation suggest it's human.

Yes, and trace evidence tells us someone

was wrapped up in it.

[Alice] Corpus delicti.

Without a body, a certain
amount of evidence

is needed to prove possible murder.

Which, as of this moment, we don't have.

Exsanguination goes on the report.

Alice, look here, these
burn marks seem quite fresh.

Perhaps the owner of the rug is a smoker.

Possibly.

And the blood is congealed down here.

I'll perform blood typing
and toxicology tests.

Now, your Corporal Rogers.

Ah!

The bullet missed the
heart but clipped the aorta

above the valve.

Most of the bleeding was internal.

So, the bullet hits his
left side as he's running.

Interesting.

I'll run his bloods too, then, shall I?

Yes.

Alice, look here.

There's a smear of blood
across the right shoulder,

well away from the wound.

Perhaps his hands were bloody
and he touched his shirt.

There's one more thing.

Yes?

The bayonet you found in the car.

Ah!

I see.

At some point, this bayonet,

which our boy in lock-up says wasn't his,

was in fact covered in blood.

Well, no surprises there.

What about Rogers?

Anything we can give their
investigating officer?

Nothing much at this stage.

However, we can tell
him the boy was sober.

Got the feeling the department
was wishing he wasn't.

Yes, it would certainly clear the military

of any wrongdoing.

The army's asked for a full report.

[knocking at the door]

[Derek] Come.

Major.

You must be the Chief Superintendent.

Major Derek Alderton.

Frank Carlyle.

[Derek] And Lucien.

A trip to Ballarat wouldn't be complete.

Derek, it's been a while.

Take a seat.

Thank you.

Autopsy report on Corporal Rogers.

Was he drunk?

[Lucien] No.

That's a pity.

So, all he was guilty of
was being stupid enough

to run in front of a live fire exercise.

Well, stupidity's not
something we can test for.

Already have.

[knocking at the door]

Enter.

Corporal Rogers' uniform, sir.

[Derek] Thank you, Kelly.

[Frank] So, a midnight training exercise.

Well, you both know the
object is to simulate

an emergency scenario.

Well, it worked.

Unlike your safety procedures.

I'm writing a report,
you're welcome to read it

once it's complete.

Look, let's be frank, gentlemen.

This was just a mistake, an
accident, pure and simple.

[Frank] And the possible safety breach?

We'll explore thoroughly.

Right now the army's main
priority is men and material,

limiting damage to morale,
which is why I'm here.

That, and to check current procedures,

make sure this never happens again.

Let's assume I know how to proceed.

Such a pity, isn't it?

All that potential gone to waste.

So, you two.

Yes, we served together.

So he's a mate of yours, then.

Not anymore.

Yes, I can see why.

Jean, it's me, I'm sorry, I'm heading

straight back out again.

Just dropping my bag off.

Yes, I know.

She'll be hungry.

Mai Lin.

Yes, of course, I thank you.

[Mai] It's beautiful.

Yes, it is.

You know,

it didn't feel like home when I came back.

Not at first.

But now...

Now you can't imagine living
anywhere else, can you?

Roast beef and tomato chutney.

Your favorite.

Well,

some things never change.

Jean, she knows you well.

I thought that I would
see you for breakfast,

but she told me that you were with

the police again this morning.

Yes, yes.

We're looking into a missing person case.

I didn't ever think you
would dedicate yourself

to anything more than you did the army.

It's alright, Lucien.

I understand.

What you're doing is important.

[Lucien] And so are you.

All these years,

I was afraid that...

No, it...

What?

Mai Lin, it's alright, afraid of what?

I was afraid you'd forgotten me.

No.

Never.

Not for a single second.

Chutney.

[Mai laughing]

Oh, dear, hang on a moment.

Allow me.

[Mai] Thank you.

Alright, Charlie,
no-one's telling us where

this car came from.

Perhaps it's time we asked the car itself.

But, I don't really speak automobile, Doc.

That's very funny, Charlie.

Now, there was a sticky
substance on the rug.

Of course, I just assumed
it was coagulated blood

but I think we'll find it is in fact...

Pine?

Tree sap.

Well, that narrows it down.

We're looking for a tree in Ballarat.

Hang on, Charlie.

Young Walter works as
a logger, does he not?

What, you think...

He might be able to help us

find a pine needle in a
haystack, what do you think?

What if it wasn't Walter Johns, Doc?

[Lucien] Well, Charlie,
he was, quite literally,

caught holding what we think
could be a murder weapon.

Still,

if it wasn't him, who else could it be?

Who else indeed?

Well, whoever it was, Charlie,
they've driven in here,

continued down here, but
they've stopped here.

And, Charlie,

would you say that's a drag mark?

Definitely.

Yes.

And look.

It continues along down here,

and ends...

Charlie!

Late 20s.

Rigor mortis has passed, no
significant decomposition.

Estimated time of death,

around 24 hours ago.

The edges of the wounds here and here,

they're consistent with the
triangular cross-sections

on the bayonet.

Her blood type matches what
we found on the bayonet

and on the rug as well.

[Lucien] Right.

Anything else?

She had penicillin in her system.

Right.

What were you being treated for?

Doctor?

[Lucien] Mm?

It looks like a telephone
number and there's a name.

Yes.

Yes, hello.

I was wondering, could I
speak with Beverly, please?

I see.

Thank you, yes, I'll
call back in the morning.

That was a cleaner.

Apparently, everyone's
gone home for the day.

Gone home, from where?

[Charlie] The Ballarat Courier?

Yeah, let's ring them in the morning

and find out who Beverly is.

In the meantime, we may
already have a suspect

in our Jane Doe case.

The owner of the FX Holden.

Right.

Why don't you take the
lead on this one, Davis?

Yes, sir.

Lieutenant Keith Marling Ellis.

9th CVR, Central Victorian Regiment.

Yes, you're stationed
at the military base.

That's right.

Is this about my stolen car?

I'm hoping it hasn't been damaged at all.

I put a lot of work into that vehicle.

Do you know this woman?

No.

Where were you last night?

Laverton, on training for the past week.

Lieutenant, it was your car
that transported this woman's

dead body to a nearby forest last night.

There's a group of us on base.

We all share our cars.

Share everything.

You're saying anyone could
have easily taken off with it?

Because when we found it,
it had no rego plates,

and the boot was covered
top to bottom in blood.

I took the plates off last
week, so I could re-roll

and re-chrome the bumpers.

But I don't know anything about any blood.

Where were you between 9:00 and midnight

last night, Lieutenant?

Finished rifle training,
had dinner about 8:00,

a nightcap, went to sleep about
half past 9:00, maybe 10:00.

Well, Laverton's only
an hour and a half away.

What are you getting at, Sergeant?

Actually, why am I talking to you and not

to your superior officer?

Alright, then, Lieutenant.

So, you were in barracks.

No, a civilian house.

Not another soul around.

No.

So no-one can vouch for you
between 9:00 and midnight.

No.

No.

Didn't think so.

Major.

Chief Superintendent.

I believe you're holding one of my men.

We are, Lieutenant Keith Ellis.

We were hoping with your permission

we may see his service records.

I'm sure you would but the answer is no.

We can lodge a request with the D.O.D.

You can, and the answer will still be no.

You're questioning him
over a civilian matter.

When it becomes a matter for
the military, then we can talk.

Derek, what brings you here?

I want Ellis released, now.

Yes, but that's not
really your call, is it?

Unfortunately, Major, I
can hold Lieutenant Ellis

for up to 24 hours without charge.

I'm well aware of what you
can and can't do, Mr Carlyle.

-But this--
-This is a civilian matter.

When it does become a matter
for the military, well...

[Derek] Chief Superintendent.

[Lucien] Major.

Not gonna be able to hold him off forever.

[Jean] What other news from the day?

The woman's last meal,
we examined the contents

of her stomach--

Do we have to hear about that right now?

You did ask.

For what it's worth, a shiitake
mushroom, swallowed whole.

Well, the only Asian
restaurant in Ballarat

is The Golden Crown.

Mrs. Gladys Cook.

She's a regular.

How did this happen?

That's what we're trying
to determine, Mr. Tan.

When did you last see her?

The night before last.

She ate quickly, said that
she was meeting a friend.

Right.

You seem to remember an awful lot about--

I remember because I
offered to drive her there.

I see.

What time did you leave with her?

Around half past 9:00.

Mm-hmm, so you were close friends, then.

I dropped her off, then I
drove straight back to work.

My 12-year-old daughter came with us.

She'll be at the restaurant after school

if you're planning on
interrogating her too.

Sorry, Mr. Tan.

Where exactly did you take her?

[soldier shouting]

[soft music]

[Drill Sergeant] Attention!

Left, left!

Seeing how the other half live, Doctor?

Maybe.

What exactly are the other half doing?

Payroll.

She needed a distraction.

I'd have thought you'd be
with the others right now,

interrogating my husband.

-You're Joyce--
-Ellis, that's right.

So, what did Keith do now?

Something to do with that
bloody car he loves so much?

His car wasn't borrowed
this time, Mrs. Ellis,

it was stolen.

I'm guessing it's usually
parked by your quarters.

Behind them, yes.

You didn't see anything, hear anything?

Not a thing.

Right.

Mrs. Ellis, do you know a woman
by the name of Gladys Cook?

[soft music]

Was that who you found in the forest?

Yes, was she a friend?

She worked in the mailroom.

I hadn't seen her since she
left the base six months ago.

None of us had, we all
used to be quite close.

And she and her husband,

they're separated now, he
took a posting interstate.

I see.

Your husband, Keith, told the
police he didn't know Gladys.

He, he would have lied, because,

whatever he and Gladys got
up to, we dealt with it.

I see.

You'll have to excuse me,
we're all knocking off

early today, meeting our
husbands for a drink.

Of course, Mrs. Ellis, Joyce,

one last thing, if I may.

You help with recruiting women
to work on the base, yes?

I do, why do you ask?

We're looking for a woman
by the name of Beverly.

Beverly Alison, maybe?

She works in the laundry with Kelly.

[Lucien] Is she working today?

No, it's her day off.

Joyce, tell me, do you think
you could possibly help me--

Lucien.

Do you have a moment?

So Mai Lin's alive.

That war just keeps throwing
us surprises, doesn't it?

Quite.

She enjoying Ballarat?

Well, she doesn't really know anyone here.

She knows you.

My wife was missing for
longer than we were married.

Let's just say,

I got used to my situation.

Well, now you don't have to.

You should take some time off, Lucien.

Instead of loitering around
my base harassing my staff.

I'm trying to find Beverly Alison.

Due back at work tomorrow, apparently.

She's a solid link to Gladys Cook,

whose murder, I believe, is
connected to your base somehow.

Do you remember the last
time we saw each other?

Men marching through
the streets of Ballarat.

Soldiers, all of whom were
once part of something

much bigger than themselves.

All marching in unison,
relying on the man next to them

to keep them in line.

Yes.

All blindly following orders

without ever stopping to
consider the consequences.

You know, I'm beginning to see a bit

of a pattern in you, Lucien.

How so?

[Derek] You're hiding, aren't you?

You've made a job for yourself
unraveling the mysteries

of missing women.

Finding my wife

was never a job.

Derek.

[knocking at the door]

Just a minute.

Please, come in.

You didn't have to come all
this way just to drop those off.

I wanted to say thank you,
and to return your plates.

They're the doctor's plates.

Yes, but I know how you take care of him.

These things are important to you.

And I wanted to tell
you that I understand.

I know how difficult my
arrival must have been.

He seems...

He seems very happy here.

Well, you're his wife, and
that's all there is to it.

So, Lucien told me that he and the police

were investigating a missing woman.

Yes, they are.

He spoke to you about that?

Yes, I think,

I think perhaps he just wanted to talk.

Yes.

That sounds like him.

[Lucien] Thank you.

No need.

[Lucien] Excuse me?

Open bar.

Mrs. Forsyth over there's
insisted on paying for everyone.

How lovely, thank you so much.

I see the Chief
Superintendent has released

Keith Ellis, then.

Not before he got a
confession out of him, though.

He admitted that he was
sleeping with the victim.

[Lucien] Yes, so I heard.

From who?

[Lucien] Mrs. Ellis.

Doctor, here to pay your respects?

Sergeant Davis and I are, yes.

That's very kind of
you, I'm sure the family

will appreciate it.

They're about to start, Doctor?

Mrs. Forsyth, thank you
so much for the drinks.

That's ever so generous of you.

You're quite welcome.

Mrs. Ellis there, Joyce, was quite close

to Gladys Cook too, apparently,
as were Daisy and Ben.

If I may, everybody, a toast.

To Merv.

-To Merv.
-To Merv.

[Charlie] I imagine
that's Kelly's husband.

Yes, Daniel Forsyth, they
all live on the base.

Are we sure that's Kelly's husband?

Yes.

He seems quite close with
Mrs. Ellis, doesn't he?

Gentlemen.

Friend of the deceased, were you?

Something like that.

Like what exactly?

A few days ago, I received
a message at work.

A woman claiming to have a story about

the Ballarat military base.

She left a number for me to call.

And?

And I've been calling non-stop, no answer.

I figured if she was from the
base, she might see me here,

maybe approach me.

If this woman is so eager to talk,

why do you suppose she's
not answering the telephone?

People want to report
something, they get nervous.

They change their mind,
it happens all the time.

Or she can't answer the telephone.

The woman who was murdered.

Gladys Cook lived on base six months ago.

You didn't think to bring
this to the attention

of the police.

Well, it wasn't a police
matter until three seconds ago.

I'm gonna to need that number.

I'll check the phone book here.

The number, please, Ms. Anderson.

You know I'm not on the
payroll at the station, right?

I don't have to tell you anything.

Now!

Thank you.

So what am I missing?

The night Merv Rogers
died, he'd gone for a run

around the base, yes?

Nothing unusual according to
his mother, Daisy, over there.

And?

He was wearing trousers and a smart shirt,

not exactly...

[clearing throat]

Not exactly running attire.

And quite frankly, of all
places to run and exercise

on base, why there?

Through trees, in the
dark, on uneven ground.

That's a good point.

Do you want another?

I'd love one.

[Bartender] Oi, I'm not
going to tell you again,

you dickhead, stop coming around
the wrong side of the bar!

[soft music]

[twig snapping]

Rose!

You followed me.

[Rose] When you ducked out of the pub

I figured you were on to something.

You really shouldn't
be out here doing this

sort of thing alone.

I'm not alone, am I?

Listen, sometimes
journalists think the story

is more important than
their own safety, it's not.

Trust me, I know.

I'll be careful, then.

So, what are we looking for, Nancy Drew?

Come on.

It seems strange to me
that Rogers was running

so close to the fence.

Bloody hell!

Damn thing's been cut.

Rose, he wasn't out for a late-night run,

he was running back on
to base from the outside.

So, what was Rogers
doing outside the camp?

There's only one way to find out.

[Rose] Where are you going?

Alderton doesn't want me on the base,

and he doesn't want us seeing
Ellis's service records.

I'm going to find out why.

That's army property.

Always lovely chatting with you, Rose.

[lock clicking]

[soft music]

[Private] Sir.

I'm going to ask you to put
your hands up and turn around.

There's really no need for that, Private.

I have my identification
here in my jacket pocket.

I'm Dr. Lucien Blake,
Ballarat police surgeon.

Now, what say we lower
that weapon of yours, hm?

[Jean] Lucien, where have you been?

Just dealing with some paperwork.

[Jean] The hospital called for you.

Oh, they did?

Yes.

Alice has been in touch with
Gladys Cook's current doctor.

I wrote up the notes,
they're on your desk.

Oh, thank you.

Anything of interest?

Gladys presented with a venereal disease.

Ah, Which explains the penicillin.

Gladys's doctor is here in town?

Yes, he has her records
dated back over a year.

I see.

Now, why wouldn't she
see the military doctor

if she lived on base?

Lucien, could you, I just
dropped a domino under there.

[Lucien] Oh.

Ah, yes.

There we are.

Thank you.

How are things at the base?

Jean, would you mind if
I just had a bit of a--

Not at all, I'm losing anyway.

Let's imagine, just for a moment,

this domino represents Keith Ellis.

Now, Joyce Ellis was, of course,
intimate with her husband.

Gladys Cook was having
an affair with Keith.

She was?

Oh, yes.

And we discovered just this afternoon

that it's highly likely that
Joyce was, shall we say,

quite familiar with a chap
called Forsyth, Daniel Forsyth,

who is an officer on base.

Now, Daniel is married to Kelly.

Kelly, it would appear,
may well be involved

with Ben Rogers.

Ben, of course, is Daisy's husband.

How do you like them apples?

So, they were all stepping out together.

How do they keep it from each other?

Maybe they don't.

Hang on, are you telling me that...

Yes!

I think they're a community
of couples who all enjoy

each other's, shall we
say company, consensually.

Right.

So when Keith Ellis said
they share everything--

He meant it.

And I think, perhaps, Gladys
Cook and this Beverly woman

are involved too.

Beverly Alison, we're
off to interview her now.

Frank, promiscuity within the base poses

a serious security
problem for the military.

Maybe that's why Alderton's here.

And of course there's Corporal Rogers.

Who we know is connected
to the hole in the fence

that you found.

Yes.

You know, I think we've been
looking at this all wrong.

These are the questions
we should be asking.

One, why was he sneaking back
onto base so late at night?

And two, what the hell
was he doing outside

in the first place?

Well, I think there's only one person

I could ask right now.

[Derek] You're suggesting
Rogers is involved

in the death of Gladys Cook?

Rogers was sneaking back
onto base through a hole

in the fence the night Gladys Cook died.

The vehicle that was
dumped we now know belongs

to Lieutenant Ellis.

He managed to drive
Ellis's car off the base

without being seen.

[Frank] We think he may have
distracted the sentry on duty

by throwing a rock through the window.

[Derek] Kelly,

we're after Beverly Alison.

[Kelly] She's not here today.

She should be, she clocked on at 8:00.

Oh, she went home sick.

Right, thank you.

[Frank] We'll need to
be informed when Beverly

does return to work.

[Derek] Your police
surgeon was here yesterday,

drinking on the job.

And?

And I believe it was Blake who
found that hole in the wire

before he was caught trespassing
on military property.

If he's found on this base
again without my permission--

You'll have him arrested.

No.

I may just have him shot.

You deal with your men,
Chief Superintendent.

And I'll deal with mine.

Good day to you.

I'm actually here to find
out a little bit more

about Gladys Cook.

I figured it wasn't for the biscuits.

Yeah, I know you have
a doctor here on base,

but Gladys chose to
visit a doctor in town.

Yes?

Well, apparently, the last time

the military doctor saw her,

he recommended she see someone

at the special clinic
at Ballarat Hospital.

He made that same recommendation

to other women on base, too.

Whatever happened to
doctor/patient confidentiality?

No names were mentioned, Joyce.

I'm assuming you're all
presenting with the same symptoms.

This is never easy to talk about but

this really needs to be addressed.

When Keith came home from Korea,

he told me about this activity.

Out there, they weren't
too sure of a tomorrow,

so the men would

[clearing throat]

give their wives to fellow soldiers.

That way if anything should
happen there would always be

someone to take care of us.

That's how it all started.

Didn't take long for it to become normal

within our own little group.

It's a kind of love when

love isn't around.

Yes.

But you weren't happy with this, were you?

Of course we weren't happy with it.

Every marriage comes at a cost, Dr. Blake.

That's very true.

And Gladys,

Gladys was part of this.

Until she and her husband separated.

We never saw her again after that.

The women confirmed they'd been

indulging in partner swapping.

Gladys was part of it.

And they just,

gave you this information, did they?

Well, I am a doctor.

Updated autopsy report,
confirming the presence

of Gladys Cook's blood
on Merv Rogers' clothing.

[Frank] Well, seems
fairly cut and dried then.

Frank I,

I still don't think Merv killed Gladys.

What was his motive?

Crime of passion, for one.

Numerous sexual dalliances
going on at the base,

and the victim's blood on his shirt.

What more do you want?

Doc.

[Lucien] Yes?

A recruit came forward earlier
saying they served Rogers

at the officers' mess at half past 9:00.

Half past 9:00, Charlie,
let's think about this.

Merv kills her.

Transports and buries the body,

then makes his way back to base.

All within...

All within a couple of hours.

Really?

Two hours, start to finish.

Now, let's say it took him
half an hour to kill Gladys

and drag her body to Ellis's car.

And drive off the base without being seen.

Exactly, let's go.

Right, Charlie, we know
Corporal Rogers buried

the body over there.

How long would that take?

Half an hour, an hour?

I'll meet you halfway and say 45 minutes.

But that would mean he'd
only have half an hour

to get back to the base.

Exactly.

Not looking very probable, is it?

Alright.

He parks the car, gets out,
looks for a suitable place

to hide the evidence.

He leaves the knife
and the rug in the car,

which is when Walter and
his girlfriend steal it.

Yes, by now it would be a quarter to 12:00

There's a slim chance that
if he ran back to base,

and I mean ran, he might
just make it in time, but...

But there's no way he'd
find any time to clean up

the scene of the crime
after killing Gladys.

So, either Rogers didn't do it--

Or,

or he wasn't working alone.

[Jane] What happened?

I need to wash up.

Right you are, Charlie.

Well,

Carlyle is about to posthumously
charge Corporal Rogers

with Gladys Cook's
murder, but you know what?

I don't think he killed her.

Anyhow, I should wash up too.

How is Mai Lin?

Um,

well, she's, um...

You know, she's adjusting.

She's never been anywhere
quite like Ballarat before.

Must be so difficult for her.

[Lucien] Yes.

After everything's that's happened.

Must be awful to be so alone.

And to be so dependent on
people you barely know.

Lucien?

Sorry, Jean.

Something you said just now.

These army wives.

They say Gladys left their group.

I'm starting to wonder.

Look,

her husband's gone.

She has to move off base, she's all alone.

Why would her friends just cut her off?

She'd be devastated.

[Jean] Maybe Gladys was
back on base to get revenge.

Maybe.

Maybe she'd become a threat.

Does anyone else know
about the promiscuity

within the group?

Beverly Alison might.

The woman you can't find.

Lucien,

officers have just got back from

Beverly Alison's listed address.

It's an empty block.

They're checking for another
address or a postal box.

Right.

If Beverly knew Gladys, she
could be in real danger.

Have you checked the
lieutenant's alibi or any

of the husbands?

Yes, they all check out,
all except for Ellis's.

Still to find anyone who
can confirm his story.

[Lucien] Right.

Service records?

No, no luck yet.

We have heard some scuttlebutt
from a few men at the base

suggesting the lieutenant
has been warned before

for roughing up women.

Charming.

They're also saying that
Gladys Cook tried to enter

the base several times a month or two ago.

I'll give you one guess who the CO was

who personally threw her out.

Keith Ellis.

[Frank] Mm.

All of this officially makes
Beverly a missing person,

which, of course, is
exactly what Gladys was

until she wasn't.

Frank,

are these Ellis's license plates?

Charlie found them at the base, why?

If he was so attached to his car,

he might have come up with
a playful nickname for it,

inspired by the registration plates.

Beverly.

[knocking at the door]

I, I don't understand.

Mrs. Rogers, we believe
Gladys Cook was killed here

on the base and Merv was
enlisted to help remove the body.

Using Keith's car.

Merv was familiar with
it, he'd driven it before.

Isn't that right, Joyce?

What, you think that I...

Gladys is my friend.

Was your friend, Mrs. Ellis.

She was on the base that
night because she was about

to go to the Courier.

[Derek] With your group's little secret.

You know?

About your little arrangement, yes, we do.

But that's not what
Gladys was going to report

to the Courier.

You all wanted some kind of
payback for what your husbands

and the army had put you through.

So,

you created a female
employee out of thin air.

Gave her a job in the laundry.

The laundry, perfect.

She'd rarely be seen,
if at all, and of course

you pay her a wage.

But you did make one mistake.

You named her after one
thing your husband loved

more than you.

His car, Beverly.

Major Alderton, just
thinking out loud here,

military funds missing?

Quite a substantial amount, actually.

Yes.

Impossible to do on your own, but,

Daisy in payroll, Gladys in the mailroom,

Kelly working in the laundry,

it was easy enough to
maintain the illusion.

Beverly was just one of
many created identities.

And this brilliant idea was all yours.

Wasn't it, Mrs. Ellis?

Even if any of this was true,

I don't see how this
proves I killed Gladys.

The rug used to transport Gladys's body

had cigarette burns all over it.

Fine, except the rug I own,
you're all standing on it.

The rug used to transport Gladys's body

had circular imprints on it.

Clearly, your lovely coffee
table here has square legs.

So, would you mind
terribly if we had a look

inside your place, Mrs. Rogers?

What really happened, Daisy

when Merv arrived and saw
that you'd killed Gladys?

No.

He was disciplined, well-trained.

He would have sprung into
action to try and help you.

Gladys came here because
she was scared of Joyce.

You all were.

She was desperate, she probably
thought, of all the women,

she could talk to you.

Of course Gladys could ruin
everything for all of you.

Please, I...

You argued.

And then when she threatened you,

you stabbed her to death right here,

right where I'm standing now.

The burn marks on the rug.

Cigarettes?

No.

I think you burnt whatever evidence

Gladys brought with her that night.

Payroll ledgers.

But they're gone.

It's all gone.

Ah, but it's not, Daisy.

This was delivered to the
Ballarat Courier earlier today.

Sent by a Beverly Alison.

Gladys must have written
up a copy and posted it

to them before she came here.

Before she came here to ask
for her share of the money.

You see, this was never about the sex,

or the love,

it was all about the
money, money and power.

Taking back some sort of
control in your lives.

And your son was shot because
he was in the wrong place

at the wrong time, Daisy.

And he was only there
because you implicated him

in the murder of Gladys Cook.

I didn't mean to.

I just want my son back.

I heard Daisy Rogers killed Gladys Cook.

Uh-huh.

So it's true?

Well, it sounds like you already know.

What was her motive?

Does it have anything to do
with why Mrs. Cook called me?

You're not going to give me
anything after I told you

about the package she sent to the Courier.

Which you opened up and read first.

Why, so it all ends up
in tomorrow's paper?

You were right, you know?

About what?

[Charlie] You're not on
the payroll at the station.

So she's confessed.

Yes, well, Joyce Ellis was the ringleader,

but Daisy Rogers admitted to the rest.

Now the army can focus on
what's really important

in this whole disaster,
the bloody paperwork.

You ever miss it?

No.

No, not anymore.

You?

Not at all.

You know, you're still gonna have to deal

with the top brass for a
while longer, I'm afraid.

You do know he was in
town before the incident.

[Derek clearing throat]

Major.

Gentlemen.

Just thought I'd drop by
to make sure we're all

on the same page and to
confirm that Corporal Rogers

is to be posthumously charged.

Yes, he is, as an accessory to murder.

Excuse me.

[Derek] Thank you, Superintendent.

Derek,

you already knew about the
money laundering, didn't you?

We knew that funds were trickling out.

We just didn't know how, or by who.

[Lucien] The police could have helped you.

And they did.

No-one had connected the money laundering

to these three women until you came along.

Priceless.

I was working for you the whole time.

You don't like it when
things land in your lap,

do you, Lucien?

You prefer an obstacle.

So I thought I'd throw
you a little challenge.

Why are you really here, Derek?

Good afternoon, Lucien.

[door closing]

It's over?

Chief Superintendent Carlyle
insisted I go home and relax.

Well, after all those late
nights I'm not surprised.

Things can get back to
normal now, I suppose.

Jean.

I'm sorry if you've been feeling a bit

in the dark with everything.

Something of an understatement, I know.

I want you,

I want you to know you're
not losing anything.

I promise you.

Mai Lin and I,

it's just not the same as it was.

It really isn't.

But a big part of it is.

That kind of love, it never
really goes away, does it?

And I want you to know I understand that.

She's your priority now.

[soft music]