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Rose, why are you back?

I just wanted to get
the end of the party.

It's all so beautiful.

With these pictures
and your story,

the "Women's Weekly"
are sure to run it.

I know this.

Nadya, what's wrong?

Please, there will be trouble.

You must go.

What's going to happen?

You have to go.

Please, go!

Oh!

Hello?

Is someone there?

Rose Anderson, you
are such a townie.

Nadya!

It's all right, Jean.

You go back to bed.

No, I'll put the kettle on.

Yes, Dr. Lucien Blake.

Right.

Charlie.

Doc.

Any witnesses?

No.

I understand Rose
found the body.

What was she doing here?

Working on a story.

Edward bloody Tyneman's
campaign against the "gypsy

menace," yes?

Yeah.

We were hoping to turn
up some of the stolen

property in the search.

So the courier's crime
wave theory holds water then?

Well, the break-ins only
started happening when

the gypsies arrived in town.

Move back!

What happened to restricting
access to the crime scene?

You want to wrangle this lot?

You be my guest.

My name is Alexandru Draghici.

I'm authority here.

Senior Sergeant Charlie Davis.

Unfortunately, this
is a murder inquiry.

And that makes us the
authority here, sir.

She is my daughter.

And I'm very
sorry for your loss.

Now excuse me.

Bill.

Abrasions and grazes
around the throat and what

appears to be a
significant crush injury.

So she was strangled?

Strangled, yes.

But this is unusual, Charlie.

There's something-- there's
something very odd about it.

I'll organise a stretcher.

Very good.

Rose, I wouldn't.

Rose.

I am so sorry.

It must have been a dreadful
shock finding her this way.

I'm perfectly all right, I am.

So what are you thinking, a
robbery or a crime of passion?

Perhaps we
should get you home, eh?

She didn't deserve this.

No, she certainly did not.

Did you know her well?

We spoke a few times.

I wanted to get a sense of
what gypsy life is like.

And tell me.

What is it like?

Not this.

What do you think is in those?

Well, herbs I expect.

Rose, I'm no expert.

But I am sure there's more to
gypsy life than just fortune

telling and palm reading.

Well, some futures you
wouldn't want to know.

She was still warm.

I thought that maybe
she had just fainted.

You know what?

I think shock's setting
in, so come here.

There we go.

It's all right.

Nadya, please, no, no!

Nadya, Nadya, no.

Longitudinal fracture
of the thyroid cartilage.

You can add haemorrhage
and edoema to the list.

Bilateral thyroid
horn fractures.

Goodness me, the force of
the strangulation was--

intense.

Someone really
did want her dead.

Indeed.

Downward pressure across the
neck leveraged with something.

A branch, um, any
fibres or debris?

More likely an
implement of some kind.

It's highly
improbable the murder

weapon could be identified
from the evidence here.

Yes.

Well, as the bruising
patterns develop,

hopefully we'll get more clues.

If you don't mind waiting.

I know, it's not ideal.

But we have no choice.

Anything else to work with?

Evidence of sexual
activity and skin

under the fingernails,
both hands.

She fought off her attacker.

Yes.

And these, found
on the deceased.

Expensive.

Mr. Draghici, please!

You don't want to see
her, not like this!

I must!

It is my duty.

You're not well.

Let's find you somewhere to sit.

Please come through here.

Wheezing, cyanosis.

You should be in hospital.

So they can tell me what?

That I'm dying?

Nadya wanted me
to seek treatment.

But she was like her sister,
a keeper of tradition.

What must have been like
for her, to be so alone?

I failed to protect her in life.

I will not in death.

We will find that out how
she died and who did this,

I promise you.

I don't have much faith in
the promises of strangers.

History has taught me this.

Oh.

No, no.

For luck,
to prevent misfortune.

Please, forgive me for
asking but does this look

at all familiar?

You think my daughter a thief?

I make no judgments.

I'm certainly not--

Prejudiced?

My good doctor, I think you
are not in a position to judge.

Should there be another
explanation, believe me,

I'd be more than
happy to hear it.

Perhaps a gentlemen friend.

There is no gentlemen friend.

Nadya was a good girl.

Bill, how are you going?

Good.

Any progress
on the murder weapon?

Not yet.

A lot of stuff lying around.

I'm taking it all and
will sort it out later.

Tell me, have you
spoken with that boy?

The one who was so upset?

Tamas Lupei.

No one's seen him since then.

Bugger.

Ah!

Well, well.

No, you can't!

Bill--

Put the case down!

No, it is our way.

You're destroying evidence!

We must sever all
material ties to the dead!

Don't touch me!

Put the bag there.

Mrs. Barko, please, there
might be something here

that can help us identify
your sister's killer.

You are the one who
took her away from us!

Yes, and I'm sorry.

I needed to in the hope
of finding some answers!

And now her spirit
won't be free!

Listen to me.

You want the killer to be found
and brought to justice, yes?

Sarge, she was
disposing of evidence.

Bill.

You left the party and
then you come this way.

Tony, I've told you all this.

I came through
there, came up here.

I dropped my camera,
then I heard some noises.

No, no, you said you
heard some kind of cry.

Was it right before
you found Nadya?

It was an owl.

I think I heard it fly off.

Rose, I know
this is difficult.

So, the preliminary
autopsy results,

is there anything to go on?

Not that I can talk about.

Well, if there's nothing else.

Why did you leave the party?

You never said.

Afina didn't want me
there, at least not then.

And Nadya asked me to.

Because?

She was frightened, I think.

I thought that she was
frightened for me, but--

Who would have frightened her?

I don't know.

Everyone?

They were staring at
us, and Afina was angry.

Because of what you and
Tyneman had been writing.

I don't think it was that.

I mean, besides,
Edward lost interest.

He told me not to come out here.

But you did anyway.

I wanted to write something
more in-depth for one

of the bigger magazines.

Today Ballarat,
tomorrow the world.

I should be getting back.

You're late.

I should dock your pay.

Yes, I know.

I'm sorry.

What, no sarcasm?

No backchat?

You're going soft.

Rose, is something wrong?

I found a body, out
at the gypsy camp.

The police just wanted to
ask me a few questions.

That's why I'm late.

Gypsy camp, who?

A girl called Nadya.

Police just wanted
to know what I saw.

And what was that?

What did you see?

Nothing.

I didn't see anything.

What did I tell you
about going out there?

I know, but--

You work for
me, you do as I say.

Mrs. Barko, we're not
going to lay charges this time.

For now.

But it would be
better for all concerned

if you told us
everything you know.

You know that Nadya was
afraid before she died.

She said there was trouble.

Any idea what she might
have been referring to?

It was my wedding night.

There was much going on.

Could it have
been about Tamas?

I mean, they seemed quite close.

They were not.

She's is the
Bandoleer's daughter.

He was nobody.

She was saving herself.

I see.

But maybe they were conducting
a relationship in secret,

and someone found out.

That might explain
why she was so afraid.

Because all gypsies
are thieves and whores?

Now murderers too?

I know what you
said to my father.

I know what you meant.

Look, we're just trying
to find out what happened.

The money, the necklace.

This business with Tamas.

What money, what necklace?

Perhaps there was more
to Nadya than you realised?

No.

She was my.

Sister I would have known.

Where might
we find him, Tamas?

Tell them, you bastard!

It's nothing to do with me!

Back off!

You have to say something!

I don't know anything,
only what you told me!

For Nadya, please!

Look, you come in here,
you ask for a favour,

what you stole from me, now
put it down and walk away!

I told you,
Tamas has gone mad.

Dean, what's going on?

Tamas, put it down or
you're going to get hurt.

Put it down, now.

I want him to do us right.

Mrs. Charles, I found
the little one outside.

Oh, thank you.

You frightened him.

It's not my fault.

Calm down.

You're animals, all of you!

We're going
for a little chat.

She deserves better.

Move!

Now, what's this about?

He's a raving lunatic.

Perhaps we should
take a look at that, eh?

She was murdered?

I don't understand.

How well do you know Tamas?

You don't think it was him?

He works for
you, doesn't he?

On and off, when
he's passing through.

It's tricky to find
a good striker.

A striker?

Swings a sledgehammer
on the bigger jobs.

Decent worker, as
fit as a Mallee bull.

So business is all right?

Oh, well, there's
always farrier work

and picks and crowbars.

To be honest, I didn't
want to turn him away.

Why is that?

Well, you don't, do you?

In case they give
me the evil eye.

He seemed like a nice
enough bloke until today.

You called him a thief.

They said I stole
a bag of tools.

Did you?

And risk the little
they were paying me?

I needed the money.

What for?

Nadya and me.

We were saving up to
start over in Sydney.

We had almost enough.

They'd been
together for a while.

You know, he was
head over heels.

But no one knew,
certainly not her family?

Ah, there he is,
our little champion.

My one and only.

Go on, say hello.

Well, hello to you.

And aren't you a brave one?

No thanks to his father.

We're lucky you came, Bill.

Oh, thank you.

Ah, thank you so much.

You were saying,
about Nadya and Tamas?

Yeah, well something
must have happened.

What?

What happened?

Well, apparently she changed
her mind about leaving.

She changed her mind often.

On the night of the wedding?

And you argued.

It wasn't like that.

He idolised her.

And she would come over and
see him here a couple of times.

She was a pretty little thing.

It was nothing, a tiff.

No?

Nadya had too much to
drink at the wedding.

I never liked it when she drank.

It changed her.

So you did argue.

What about?

Nothing.

It was stupid.

Tamas, what
did you find out?

The cash, the
expensive necklace,

the evidence of sexual activity
we found during the autopsy?

You found out
she was selling herself.

No.

Roll up your sleeves.

Skin was found underneath
Nadya's fingernails

from fighting off her attacker.

Sleeves!

Open your shirt.

Tamas wanted me
to go to the police.

Because?

He didn't think
they'd believe him.

Believe what exactly?

He kept coming out
to the camp to visit.

He was obsessed with Nadya.

Who was?

It's laughable.

I hardly knew the girl.

But you did know Nadya.

She was begging in
the street one day.

You know what they're like.

Apparently, that
young chap Tamas says

he saw you there last night.

I got a tip
off from a farmer

complaining about upset
cows and too much noise.

Everyone loves a
bit of gypo bashing.

Rose told us that you didn't
want to cover them anymore.

Did she?

Roll up your
sleeves, please.

You're not serious?

Remember who you're
dealing with.

Let's just get this
out of the way, shall we?

You satisfied?

And the right, please, Edward.

I need you to come with us.

You can't think that
I killed this girl.

Given your history.

Fine.

Let's go.

Now just stand there.

Chief Superintendent,
is the editor of the Courier

a murder suspect?

No comment at this time.

Do you expect to lay charges?

Which part of no
comment you don't understand?

Is it true?

Did the newspaperman hurt Nadya?

Mr. Draghici, I--

You must tell me.

Are you sure
you want to wave

your right to representation?

I won't be here that long.

Nadya's boyfriend
said that you went out

to meet her last night.

Her boyfriend?

Said it wasn't the first time.

No crime in meeting
someone, is it?

Making one of you dirty
movies with her, were you?

Easier to pick the low
hanging fruit, isn't it Davis,

rather than go after
the man that did it.

Tamas said that you
were fixated on Nadya.

Then he's
lying or a fool.

That girl would sell herself
to the highest bidder

without a second thought.

Highest bidder.

She gave you a second
thought though, didn't she?

Such a beautiful young
woman-- exotic, spirited.

You wanted her, but
she rejected you.

And I'm supposed to
be the storyteller.

You may have missed
your calling, Blake.

Given the
evidence, you might want

to try and explain yourself.

Might I?

Lock him up, Davis!

Big mistake.

Very big mistake.

He remembers the way.

I want my telephone call.

What now?

I'll see how playful
he is after some thinking

time in a cell.

I still have my doubts.

Well, he had motive--

he was besotted with
her-- and opportunity

and defensive wounds,
likely caused by the victim.

It's pretty compelling on paper.

Listen, why don't you let
me write a script up for you?

Oh, stop fussing.

But you're in pain!

Just find me something that
either clears or convicts

Tyneman.

I'd like to speak with him.

You know where he is.

What do you want, Blake?

I'm curious.

You're trying to
prove something.

You know what this is?

Sick of being
judged by the past,

so you keep the doors
down and force change.

I'm simply looking
out for number one.

How's that working for you?

Well, the longer
I'm here, the better.

Meaning?

Well, time will
tell, won't it?

You said Nadya had a price.

You had an arrangement with her.

I offered to pull strings
at the hospital, treatment

for her old man.

Not that they ever
went through with it.

And what were you
getting out of it?

That's how you got the scratch?

She was wearing a
very expensive necklace,

clearly stolen.

I tried to take it off
her before she got caught.

She thought I was trying to--

Trying to attack her?

But you weren't.

You wouldn't, I know
you wouldn't, not now.

Wouldn't I?

Edward, roll your sleeve
up for me again, please.

Now you see, this isn't
consistent with the evidence

we found on Nadya.

She had skin under both
sets of fingernails

meaning she clawed at her
attacker with both hands.

Edward, you didn't do this.

But you'd want to
be sure, wouldn't you?

Before you went upstairs,
told them I wasn't the killer,

before you set me free?

Miss Anderson, I
want to talk to you.

Explain this
afternoon's edition.

"Face of a Killer,
question mark?

Question mark?

Do you have a problem
with my punctuation?

Don't be smart,
it doesn't suit you.

Dredging up Edward's
past in our own paper!

I know what this is.

And what is that?

Rapacious ambition.

Edward phoned that
story through himself.

This was his doing?

All publicity is good publicity.

Rapacious ambition,
terrible thing.

Do not push me, young lady.

Apparently Edward's not
afraid of little mudslinging.

God knows he should be.

What in god's name was that?

Bloody hell!

Call the police.

We know what he did.

Gypos!

You all can just bugger off
back to where you came from.

Go on, piss off.

Your son killed my daughter.

No, he didn't.

He must pay.

Don't be ridiculous.

He has no respect for any
of us, and you must know that.

Stop this hocus
pocus and piss off!

What a load of rot.

I can't breathe.

You need the doctor.

Well, Patrick, I'm afraid
there's nothing to be done.

It's angina, isn't it?

There's only so much
modern medicine can do

in the face of a gypsy curse.

Very funny.

I'm glad you're
enjoying yourself.

Come on, you've had
palpitations before.

You need to rest.

With Edward in the lock-up?

Damn fool has decided
that infamy is

the shortest route to success.

Ah.

And I thought he
was making a point.

Well, feel free
to enlighten me.

About conclusions we've jumped
to in the past, his history.

Patrick, can I tempt
you with some fruitcake?

Jean, you're a tonic.

Now I warn you,
she's very heavy handed

with the brandy.

That's only
because you insist.

Someone has to be
the bad influence.

Oh look.

I've forgotten the sugar.

Excuse me.

Now, nitroglycerine.

First sign of a twinge,
one under your tongue.

And Patrick, tried
to worry less.

Perhaps you could prescribe
a less worrisome son as well.

I wish I could.

That boy is determined
to make fools of us all.

Yes, so it would seem.

This is the world
we're to live in, Blake,

surrounded by people we thought
we knew but barely recognise.

Full of secrets.

Welcome to the
future, Patrick.

Jean,
thanks for the cake.

Oh, Patrick, of course.

For what it's worth, I
think it's wonderful news.

Well, we're just keeping
it between ourselves.

We've got so much to
go through before--

No one will hear a word from
me, not until you're ready.

Thank you, Patrick.

Jean, it's meant to be.

Don't you let anyone make
you unhappy about something

that should be celebrated.

Ah.

Now this is what
I'm looking for.

Horizontal contusions
at the back of the neck.

Consistent with someone
yanking or pulling hard

on a necklace?

You think Edward Tyneman
is telling the truth.

And Alice, you see
here, the pattern.

Would you say-- would
you say that's an H?

It could be.

You know I don't
like to speculate.

But from what we have
here, the murder weapon

is possibly long and
rectangular in shape.

At least that narrows
it down a little.

The only
certainty we have

is the width of the bruising.

Is that helpful?

It will be when
we find the weapon.

You say that nobody
understands your people,

and then you go and do that?

My father only seeks justice.

How is hurling a
brick through a window

avenging Nadya's death?

You would do the
same for your people.

Oh, because the Romani are all
so innocent and misunderstood.

I can tell by all the robberies.

It is my sister who is dead!

How easy that fact is lost.

It's not.

It doesn't have to be.

I can help.

Would you let me help?

No, you want
to play detective.

I want to find Nadya's killer.

Please, you know
something, don't you?

Jean is going to kill
you making that mess.

As long as she leaves
a distinctive mark.

I'm going to need a hint.

I'm trying to match
the bruising pattern

on the body, pattern being
perhaps too strong a word.

So one of those
things killed Nadya?

At this point, I
really don't know.

I want to ask
you about the murderer.

Rose, you know I
can't discuss the case.

Hypothetically, of course.

Of course.

If I were to tell you that
someone else was at the camp

the night Nadya died,
what would you say?

I'd say you should
be telling the police.

Have you remembered something?

Well, not exactly.

If I could just do
the groundwork first,

make sure that
it's a solid lead.

Rose, we need to
talk to Charlie.

Now let me get cleaned up.

Well thank you, Mrs. Charles.

Wait here.

Hey, you can't be here.

I'm not going
to get in the way.

It's police business.

How about
you wait in the car.

Fine.

Rose, thanks for the tip.

It wasn't mine.

It was Afina's.

So many potential
murder weapons.

Too many, Charlie.

My wife said
you wanted to--

what are you doing?

Mr. Charles, a
few more questions.

You said you knew
about Nadya Draghici.

I met her a few
times with Tamas.

I wouldn't say I know her.

Then why go out and meet her?

Who said I did that?

Somebody saw you.

Her sister.

Well, she's lying.

And why would she do that?

You're wasting your time.

Nothing to see here.

Matthew, can we--

Shirt, please.

Thank you, Mr. Charles.

This shouldn't take long.

Well, clearly no visible
scratches or wounds.

See, I told you
I didn't do it.

Mr. Charles, please tell
us, why were you at the camp?

I wanted to see the wedding.

Tamas said it would
be a spectacle.

What, at 3:00 in the morning?

You went up to the camp to
buy sex off Nadya, didn't you?

No!

We all know that she makes
arrangements, sexual favours.

No, that's not how it was.

I'm a married man,
I love my wife!

Chief Superintendent, you've
found an actual suspect.

Good for you.

You know the way out, Tyneman.

Don't suppose you'd
like to give me the scoop?

Don't suppose I would.

Not to worry.

I've got a great headline
for the evening edition.

"Clueless Cops Bungle Again."

Nice ring to it,
don't you think?

So you've started
drinking alone now?

Well, I mean, I
am great company.

That's true.

May I?

Please.

Frank, just two.

You feeling all right?

Yeah, I'm fine.

What happened
with Dean Charles?

Did he do it?

Rose, you never
stop working, do you?

Do you?

We are quite a pair, aren't we?

I guess we are.

So did he?

I don't know.

We're holding him
for a few hours,

see if that loosens him up.

But between you and me, we
don't have anything but the fact

that he was there.

She was really sweet
and maybe younger than me.

Hey, nothing like that's
going to happen to you.

I won't let it.

My knight in shining armour.

I'm glad we're talking again.

Me too.

Here are your
drinks, Charlie.

Thanks, mate.

Oh, senior sergeant, I
haven't said congratulations.

You must be thrilled!

I am.

You know what I
keep thinking about?

My dad.

He only made it to
sergeant before he was--

you know, before he died.

I'm sure that he would
be very proud of you.

I am.

Is that Tamas?

Sh.

Oi!

Ok, Tamas!

Mate, get out of the way.

I think I rather
prefer the necklace

if you're handing out gifts.

Can you check if
any of these tools

match the marks on Nadya's neck?

You didn't have anything planned
for this evening, did you?

A dance class.

Really?

No.

Here, victim's toxicology.

You'll be interested
by what's not in there.

Right.

No alcohol.

So Tamas lied.

He has some
questions to answer.

When they find him,
yes, yes, he does.

I'm making some cocoa.

Would you like some?

Ah!

I'm guessing that's
a no to the cocoa.

Something stronger perhaps.

Join me?

I've got an
early morning mass.

Of course.

Sh, dinner tomorrow?

Let's see.

Jean!

Did I wake you?

Rose!

I just-- I thought I left
my knitting downstairs.

I'll get it in the morning.

Good night, Rose.

Night.

Bless me father,
for I have sinned.

So nothing
in the bag matched?

Alice is still
conducting tests.

Well, he lied about
stealing the bag and about

Nadya drinking.

And he's done a runner.

Let's hope someone here
knows where he might have gone.

You have
been found guilty

of polluting Nadya
Draghici, of taking her life

and of betraying your people.

I didn't kill her, I swear.

It's a trial.

I swear.

Tamas Lupei, your blood
is no longer our blood.

It is gaje.

You are banished to
permanent marime.

Begin the punishment.

Stop where you are.

Alexandru, this
is not the answer!

You have no right.

The punishment of Kris
Romani must stand.

You're breaking the law.

And what of our law?

He must be punished
for his crimes!

Tamas is coming with me.

No.

No, this is my punishment!

That's for a judge to decide.

No, no, no!

Let them go!

Recognise these?

They were reported
stolen by the owner

of a house on Stuart Street.

She deserved beautiful things.

So you admit stealing it.

What happened to
the rest of it, Tamas?

I told you, I needed money.

I didn't hurt Nadya.

Tell us about that
night she was killed.

At first she said
we could still leave.

Then she changed her mind again.

Then she broke
it off between you.

I thought she
wanted to be together.

Perhaps not enough.

Not enough to stand
up against her family.

So why did you lie
about her being drunk?

It was stupid.

I didn't want anyone
to know why we argued.

The arrangement
with Tyneman.

You couldn't stand the fact
that she was selling herself,

a woman you couldn't have.

No, it wasn't like that.

What, you did have her.

No, we made love.

After you got what you
wanted, why'd you strangle her?

Sit down!

It wasn't like that!

I didn't do it.

I would never hurt her.

You have to believe me.

She said she wanted to wait.

I would have waited for her.

She would have come back to me.

I think maybe she was ready
to run away with you, Tamas.

You may not have realised
it, but I think she was.

Tamas Lupei,
I'm arresting you

on suspicion of breaking
and entering a building.

This fire rake is
the most likely weapon.

The diameter matches,
it's the right shape,

except this pattern.

I've tested it each way.

It would have shown
up in the bruising,

no matter how it was held.

And it didn't?

No.

Bugger.

So we're no closer.

Actually, I think we might be.

As more bruising develops, I
noticed something interesting.

Ovoid bruising.

Above the crush injury.

Both sides.

Someone tried to strangle her
before they crushed her throat.

The pattern of bruising
indicates an upward grip.

So the assailant was unable
to exert sufficient pressure

to cause death.

So the killer finishes her
off by crushing the neck.

The question is, who tries
to kill someone twice?

Someone too weak to finish
the job first time around.

He has answered all
of your questions.

Leave us be, please.

This must
be difficult, yes?

With your strength failing?

I am still head of this
I have strength

enough for that.

That's a beautiful cane.

Mm.

May I look at it?

For what purpose?

It's all right
Charlie, no need.

You knew about Nadya and Tamas?

I know what Tamas wanted.

It was not what Nadya wanted.

Alexandru, I'm afraid
you may be mistaken.

You knew about Nadya and
Tamas, didn't you, Afina?

You knew what she was
planning, to run away with him.

She'd even packed her bag,
and you wanted to burn it.

So what if I did?

Afina.

No, this is not right.

Is that why you implicated
Tamas and Dean Charles, hm?

To throw suspicion off yourself?

You think I
strangled my own sister

because she was seeing Tamas?

Or perhaps because she'd come
to an arrangement with Edward

Tyneman.

No!

Afina!

No!

Nadya was manipulative
and selfish.

Really?

She cared about
your father, enough

to organise treatment for him.

It wasn't right,
and she knew it.

They both did.

But she had him wrapped
around her little finger.

She was always the special
one, different rules applied.

You were jealous of her.

I always had to do
what was expected,

while she could
do as she pleased,

whatever the consequences.

Tell me, when did you
find out about her dealings

with Edward Tyneman?

Before the ceremony.

And then you saw her
and Tamas at the wedding.

She promised me there
was nothing between them.

But seeing them together--

What did you do?

I told her to
stay away from him.

But she wouldn't listen to me,
she wouldn't listen to anyone.

Fair to say
you and your sister

had a complicated relationship?

Nadya was willful,
and she made me angry.

But I would never hurt her.

I need to inspect
your arms, please.

I didn't kill her.

Your arms, please, Mrs. Barko.

The other one?

Your neck too, please.

No, Charlie.

Thank you.

Afina, can you
tell us about these?

Nadya was a
,, a healer.

She made money off the cures.

Lucien!

What is that dreadful smell?

Ah, ginseng, garlic.

This one, I have
absolutely no idea.

But you're right, it pongs.

And this one, well, you tell me?

What do you think?

Some sort of pine bark?

Excellent, that's
what I thought, too.

The old pine bark.

Do you know what
it's used for?

Well, some of the more
unorthodox film society ladies

recommend it.

Really?

Women's issues.

With--

The change.

Ah, I see.

Does it work?

Some of their
husbands use it too.

For?

Problems with--

Stress.

Manliness.

Oh, I see.

How very intriguing.

Mm.

Lucien!

How very intriguing indeed.

Lucien!

Mr. Charles,
Mrs. Charles.

What's going on?

I just wanted to
clarify a couple of things

with you, if I may.

Now, you met Nadya at
the camp that night.

And you paid her.

I've already been over this.

This is what you
were after, yes?

Pine bark.

This is what your husband
was buying from Nadya, herbs.

Ah, yes, used to
treat menopause.

And in men, impotence.

Shut up, all right!

You have no business
being here again!

You're harassing me!

Dean, I appreciate
it's embarrassing.

I mean, for goodness sake,
you were almost prepared

to be charged with murder
rather than admit to it.

Now it's true, isn't it?

That's why you wouldn't
try for another baby.

Sorry, Lib.

Why didn't you
just tell me, Dean?

I didn't kill her, I
swear I didn't kill her!

I know you didn't.

Then why are you here?

Just leave us alone!

Because it was you.

What?

You killed her,
didn't you Libby?

This is ridiculous, go!

Yeah, you can't just--

Dean set off in the
early hours of the morning

to see Nadya, knowing full well
the wedding festivities would

still be going strong.

He also knew, of
course, you'd be asleep.

Don't listen to him, please.

You'd been waiting so
long to confirm your theory

that Dean was having an affair.

On this occasion, you
set off after him,

taking wee Robbie with you.

Of course you didn't want
to leave him home alone.

And you saw what
you wanted to see.

Your husband alone
with a beautiful woman.

And by God, you
couldn't stand it.

Something snapped.

Dean, tell me.

Do you know what's missing
from your new tool set?

No.

A fire rake.

Libby took it with her, possibly
not with the intent to kill.

Maybe, maybe she was just scared
and wanted some protection

against those gypsy men,
should things go wrong.

They are, after all,
animals, aren't they, Libby?

You can't know that.

You can't know any of this.

Curiously, in your
haste, little Robbie

left something behind.

I thought--

I was so sure.

Roll up your sleeves.

So sure of what?

Oh!

Libby, where's the weapon?

Elizabeth
Charles, I'm arresting you

for the murder of
Nadya Draghici.

Anything you say can be written
down and used as evidence

in a court of law.

Say, well done today.

No need.

Perhaps there's
a different conversation

we should be having,
one in which I fire you.

I know you told
me to let it go.

But this is a good
story about outsiders

going against the norm.

People are interested
in stories like this.

Are they?

I should've spoken
to you, I know that.

But I didn't think that you'd--

it's a different style, but--

Have it on my
desk first thing.

You'll run it?

We'll see.

Good evening, Miss Anderson.

Well that's
lovely, what is it?

It's a good luck charm
to ward off misfortune.

It belongs to
Alexandru Draghici.

He left it at our front door.

Well, it's very pretty.

And I like the idea of
something looking after you,

when you're not with me.

I walked along the road
and met the lucky people.

From an old Romani song.

It's lovely, isn't it?

Speaking of lovely,
oh, I do like that.

Come, dance with me.

Come on, life is
too short not to.