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Charlotte.

Charlotte.

You're coming home right now.

No!

You told me to handle
things for myself, so I am.

Stop it, Charlotte!

You're making a scene.

Exactly!

You're supposed to be
behaving like a young lady, not

a hooligan.

Now, I don't know what
you're thinking of doing--

No, you don't.

But you will.

Don't
you walk away from me!

Look, I will not
let you make a fool--

This-- this--

Let go of her!

This has nothing to
do with you, Reddan.

We're not in class.

You can't tell me what to do.

But I'm still your principal,
and she is my daughter.

Enjoy the presentation, Dad.

Charlotte, you come
back here right now!

Inside, everyone!

Let's get started.

Nice dress, Charlotte.

Ladies and
gentlemen, Ms. Fiona McGregor.

Next I'd like to introduce the
lovely Miss Christine Pryor.

She'll be accompanied on
this momentous evening

by Mr. James Young.

Christine is an excellent
student of mathematics,

a member of the Junior
Dramatic Society,

and she's Ballarat's reigning
Under 18 Girls' Tennis

Champion.

Ladies and gentlemen,
Ms. Christine Pryor.

Our final debutant
for tonight is

none other than Principal
Worthington's daughter.

She will be accompanied
by Mr. David Reddan.

Ladies and gentlemen, let
me introduce Miss Charlotte

Worthington.

Uh, Mr. David Reddan and
Charlotte Worthington.

Charlotte?

She and Dave
were here earlier.

Your job was to avoid
this sort of embarrassment.

You're supposed
to be on stage.

I can't find her.

Did you check in there?

It's the girls' dressing room.

Idiot.

What are you doing, Charlotte?

Get up.

Get up, girl.

Charlotte?

Dr. Blake's residence.

Wendouree Grammar?

I tell you, Matthew.

Rest and relaxation, I
don't know how people do it.

Matthew.

You're needed down
at the station.

There's been a death
at the debutants' ball.

Give me two seconds.

I'll be right with you.

No, Lucien

You're not fit enough, Lucien.

I'm still the police surgeon.

I'll get Dr. Wallace.

What-- Jack Wallace?

He wouldn't know a
carbuncle from a kidney.

Look, I could work from here.

Alice can manage the autopsy.

All you need to do is
bring me the reports.

Oh, come on, Matthew.

You know I'll do a better
job than bloody Wallace.

He won't stop annoying
you until he's working.

Why is she still lying there?

I'm sorry, sir, but
we need to keep her here

for just a while longer.

Just this way, please.

How long does it
take to clear a room?

We're still taking
statements, sir.

Must have been a stroke.

Her mother, she
died the same way.

I see.

Well, even so, we need
other witnesses' accounts.

Robert, we need to let
the police do their job.

I wish they would.

Where's your superintendent?

I want him to handle this.

I'll make
sure I tell him, sir.

Um, can you let
me know when you're

finished with the students?

I need to make sure
they all get home.

Make sure that the
hall's completely--

Sally.

Are you all right?

Yeah, I'm fine, Mum.

Let's get you home.

Is that teacher
a friend of yours?

Kim Fox.

She organised the deb.

She found Charlotte with
her father and boyfriend.

Well, she seems to get
along with the kids well.

She's a good teacher.

I don't suppose you've had a
chance to chat to those girls?

No, but I overheard them.

They're all saying
the same thing.

Charlotte went into
the dressing room

before the deb started
and never came out.

Right, Alice.

I'm here.

Is Charlie with you?

He's assisting.

There's no apparent damage
to the vertebrae or skull.

However, there is a small
amount of free intracranial gas

visible on the X-ray.

Which
can occur post-mortem.

Doctor, I'm afraid I'm
going to need a full autopsy

to establish cause of death.

There's no sign of a struggle,
no damage to her clothing,

no skin or fibres
under the fingernails.

Could it be a stroke,
given the mother's history?

It's possible.

But there are other
things to consider.

Such as?

She has minor
blistering in the oral cavity

and pharynx.

Any idea as to
the cause, Alice?

Not
without toxicology.

Also, she has healing
contusions on her upper arms.

And how old?

There's significant yellowing.

I'd say at least a few
days, possibly more.

And finally, there's
scarring on the upper thighs.

They're burn marks, Lucien.

Describe them to me.

Small, about a square inch.

Triangular with an emphasis on
two sides, pointing downwards.

Repetitive.

Very deliberate.

She was abused
before she died.

Dr. Harvey said the burns
occurred over a period of time,

most have already
completely scarred

but there are a few in the
final stages of healing.

They were a couple
of months old.

How long she been
with the boyfriend?

Only since the school started
preparing for the deb, so not

more than six weeks.

What's your take
on the father?

He's strange,
very controlling.

You think he's capable of
abusing his own daughter?

People are capable
of anything, Charlie.

Yes, all right.

Ugh, coming!

Lucien, go back to bed.

Morning.

Is it?

I have the autopsy results.

Cause of death was basal
subarachnoid haemorrhage,

usually associated
with aneurysms

at the base of the brain.

Stroke?

At first glance, yes.

Any damage to the cerebral
arteries, the Circle of Willis?

I discovered a
small amount of blood

in the external auditory canal.

Opening the middle ear
confirmed my suspicions.

She was stabbed through
the ear, piercing

the ear drum and the
internal carotid artery.

Resulting in a haemorrhage
and of course, dead.

It would explain the
free gas on the X-ray.

Weapon?

Oh, anything long and thin.

I'll call the station.

Ooh.

Ah, Jean.

Alice.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Alice, it's a very clinical way
to kill someone, isn't that?

Cold, dispassionate.

I used the dark
room at the "Courier."

Oh.

No, I'm sorry.

This-- this isn't
going to work for me.

I-- I have to go to the morgue.

But I followed your
instructions to the letter.

Yes, you did brilliantly.

And I'm ever so grateful,
but Alice, you understand.

It's-- it's-- it's
just not the same.

Jean, I'm-- I'm no
good to her here.

I-- I can't help her like this.

Well, then, I'm
coming with you.

Jean, would you mind--

thank you.

Oh, wonderful.

Hello, Charlotte.

I'm so sorry we're
meeting like this.

I think the bruising
under her arms

is too old to be
from time of death.

Which suggests she knew her
killer probably quite well.

Clearly they were able to get
in close without any resistance.

That's adhesive residue.

I think it's from
industrial tape.

She was restrained?

Yes.

But not at the
time of her death.

No, the residue's been
partially scrubbed away.

Her intestines have
blistered in a manner

similar to the throat,
probably caused

by the large amount
of raw chilli I

found in her digestive tract.

Right, as you
know, generally speaking,

the body takes around 72
hours to process most food.

Which means that chilli was
consumed around the same time

those bruises were received.

Add to that the adhesive
tape around her wrists.

Yes.

Who tortured you, Charlotte?

And then there are the burns.

What on earth would leave
these kinds of marks?

Sorry, I'll wait outside.

Well, you should
have some breakfast.

Do you want eggs and
toast or just toast or--

no, you should have eggs.

Jean.

Jean.

I am sorry.

I shouldn't have let
you come with me.

She was so young.

And someone made
her suffer over and over

before she was--

I understand
why you had to go there.

It's the least
I can do for her.

Did you and Alice work
out what those marks were?

No, not yet.

Because I think I
know what caused them.

I didn't
want to be right.

The
impression's different.

Charlotte's burns,
those triangular

shapes, they seem deeper at
the tips, whereas this is--

More even.

But whoever did it must
have held it differently.

No, hang on a moment, Jean.

Thank you.

May I, um--

Lucien?

Lucien, be careful.

It's all right.

Someone was
already torturing her.

Why would she burn herself?

Self-loathing, finding
an escape through pain,

believing hurt and damage
is all she deserves.

She's a teenage girl
from a well-to-do family.

This abuse, was
it only physical?

No evidence of sexual assault.

Well, at least
that's something.

What about a murder weapon?

Well, nothing in evidence
matches the description.

Right, well, let's find
out who did this to her.

Yes?

What is it?

I have people relying on me.

Mr. Worthington.

Professor.

Professor Worthington,
Chief Superintendent Lawson.

Well, thank you for coming.

I'm afraid it's
our duty to inform you

that your daughter
Charlotte suffered

a severe injury to her brain,
which resulted in her death.

It wasn't a stroke.

She was murdered?

How?

We can't divulge that
information at this time.

I'm sorry for your loss.

Could we have a look
at Charlotte's bedroom?

Why?

She didn't die here.

It'll help us get a better
understanding of who she was.

Well, go back to
the crime scene.

You're police,
not psychiatrists.

I'm sorry, but
it's necessary, sir.

And I prefer not to have
to go and get a warrant.

I'm afraid we're
going to have to reschedule.

The doctor isn't
seeing patients today.

Oh, but Dr. Blake called
me and asked me to come.

Mrs. Reddan, nice to see you.

Why don't you come through?

There we are.

Is it bad news, doctor?

It's a tumour, isn't it?

No, Mrs. Reddan, no tumour.

But severe headaches
can be exacerbated

by stressful events.

I tell
that to my husband.

He thinks I have the vapours.

All right.

Well, your blood pressure is
a little high, not surprising,

given what happened last night.

I assume you were there.

Terrible business.

Yes, indeed.

Now, there are some
stretches we could try.

They might bring
you some relief.

Mrs. Reddan, I understand
your son Dave was accompanying

the Worthington girl.

Yes.

He's very upset.

Ohh, I wish he'd stayed
with his last girlfriend

instead of deciding
to take Charlotte.

He was meant to
accompany someone else?

Sally Murphy,
such a clever girl.

Oh, I could tell he'd
lost interest in her.

But honestly, I was
surprised when he

picked Charlotte Worthington.

Really, why?

Oh, well, she was just
so aloof and superior,

no sense of humour.

Dave could have any
girl he wants, you know.

He's very popular.

She was
very bright, academic,

a little prone to melodrama.

But that's what
teenage girls are like.

Afraid I wouldn't know.

I don't know
what you're hoping to find.

Do you think I did it?

Why would I kill
my own daughter?

We have to consider
all the possibilities.

What are you doing?

Hey, you-- you've got no
right to touch her stuff.

It was my wife's.

Martha, she died many years ago.

What are you-- but
how is that evidence?

Is this really necessary?

Anything that can help us
piece together Charlotte's life

is--

Get out-- out!

You can come back with
your bloody warrant.

I'll be engaging a lawyer.

Expect to hear from him,
You bloody incompetents!

Do you know someone was
abusing your daughter?

We'll need you to
come with us to the station,

Professor Worthington.

I never laid a finger on her.

Witnesses saw you
arguing before the deb.

They say you forcibly
tried to restrain her.

I was holding her back.

That's not abuse.

So what was the
argument about?

I don't see how
that's relevant.

Why don't you let us
be the judge of that?

She said she was
going to make a statement.

What sort of statement?

I don't know.

She was histrionic.

I assume that it had
something to do with--

well, to be honest, I
don't know what I assumed.

Something that might
embarrass you, professor?

Can you describe your
relationship with Charlotte?

Relationship?

She missed her mother.

I did what I could.

Did she need disciplining?

Not of the sort
you're thinking.

And if you want to actually
do your job instead

of persecuting me, why don't you
talk to those wretched girls?

We heard you used to
give Charlotte a hard time.

Us?

Of course not.

You never
hit her or hurt her?

No, we were her friends.

At least, we tried to be.

Her dad was strict.

We felt sorry for her.

Even when Dave Reddan
chose her over you?

I dumped Dave ages ago.

All these questions mean
Charlotte was murdered,

wasn't she?

I thought she
died of a stroke.

Well, was she?

Inside, girls.

Thank you.

Really, Charlotte
was murdered?

Off to class.

It will be all right.

What do you know about
those two and Charlotte?

Is now really the time?

Things have been terrible
for everyone, Charlie.

I'm sorry.

I feel like I know you.

Rose had told me all about you.

Uh, yes.

She said.

So, um, Sally and Christine.

Well, they're in shock.

The whole school is.

You look surprised when
Sally said she wanted

to be friends with Charlotte.

Teenage girls swing
pretty wildly from love to hate

and back again.

It's hard to keep up.

So were you aware of any
problems between the girls

and Charlotte?

Only the usual teenage stuff.

Things seemed to be
better the last few weeks,

so I thought they'd
worked it out.

Well, can you tell
me about Dave Reddan?

He seems like a
decent young man.

I need to get back to work.

Um, it was really nice to be
able to put a face to the name.

Hmm.

Lily dew.

What's that?

The perfume.

Very popular with
the younger ladies.

Why don't you wear
something more comfortable,

or are you expecting
more patients?

No, um, I think
we're done for today.

Oh.

You know, I've never
understood the obsession

with the debutante ball.

Most girls want their moment
in the spotlight, a chance

to dress up.

And you?

I spent weeks making my dress.

I had a wonderful night.

I was really looking
forward to making a dress

for Helen Murphy's
daughter until she

told me not to bother.

I think she found
a better price.

Helen Murphy.

Hmm.

Their daughter wouldn't
be Sally by any chance?

Yes, that's right.

Jean, Helen Murphy
didn't find a better price.

Sally's boyfriend
found another girl--

--Charlotte Worthington.

Dr. Blake's residence.

Mrs. Parker?

Oh, I'm sorry.

I'm afraid he's still not seeing
patients, not for another week.

Not at school today?

Can we do this later?

One of Johnson's
horses colicked again,

and Dad was out all night.

He's still sleeping.

Well, we can talk out here,
Dave, unless you'd rather

come to the station.

Were you aware of any injuries
that Charlotte may have had?

Why are you asking me this?

I would have thought you
would have seen something

that other people
might not have.

We weren't like that.

Charlotte was always
covering herself up.

Well, how long
were you together?

Not that long.

Did she tell you that
someone was hurting her?

I have to go.

Dave.

Someone murdered
Charlotte in cold blood.

If you know anything--

Look, all I know is that if
someone hurt her, it wasn't me,

all right?

Will I live?

Well, it's nasty, but yes.

Did you see the spider?

No.

I was backstage when I
felt something bite me,

and I was itchy for a while.

And then it was worse today.

Ah.

Well, we'll keep an eye on her.

In the meantime, I can give
you some calamine lotion

for the itch.

You could give me a
tip about the murder.

Who told you it was murder?

It was obvious as soon as
you called asking for these.

You know that
photograph of yours,

the one in the newspaper,
there was something

hanging from the ceiling, and--

yes, look.

There.

Above the stage, what is that?

I don't know.

The police--

The police checked the area,
obviously, but I wonder,

did it occur to them to look up?

Shouldn't we have
told Jane you were leaving?

We won't be long.

Ah.

Are you sure you
should be doing that?

I'm perfectly fine, Rose.

Yes, I can see that.

Ha!

Now, there, you see?

This is where the
girls were standing

when they were introduced.

Right.

And you see the
string, the cord?

What has this got to do
with Charlotte Worthington's

murder?

Mm.

Possibly nothing, but it's
better than sitting at home.

Let's give that a
good old yank, eh?

Who'd go to all
the effort to rig

this up and then forget
to put something in it?

Well, perhaps-- perhaps
they ran out of time.

Or maybe they were caught out?

Or they changed their
mind, or they moved it,

though I have no idea how.

Yes.

Perhaps.

Lucien!

Ooh!

What are you doing?

Perhaps it moved itself.

Now, shouldn't you be at home?

Charlotte
Worthington was supposed

to be the last
debutant out on stage.

So it was a practical joke.

A particularly
unpleasant one.

This little chap was only one
of several I found on the stage.

And I think--

I think it's fair to say
even the most sturdy of us

might have difficulty
dealing with a barrage

of these hairy fellows
falling from above.

Now, the string was taped
to a wall in the wings.

Only one person, other than Miss
Fox, was back there last night.

Sally Murphy.

Kim felt sorry that she
didn't get to do the deb,

so let her watch from the wings.

You do realise that she'll
be wanting something for this.

Just an exclusive.

And by the way, that is
garden twine, not string.

You should call Jean, ask
her where she buys her.

You probably
should have gone on.

Ahh, in for penny,
in for pound, Charlie.

Don't come near me!

All right, I'm sorry.

Stay away!

Whoa, whoa, whoa!

Sally, what's going on?

Sorry.

Oh, Mrs. Murphy.

What can I help
you with, officer?

Do you mind
if we go inside?

Come on.

Shouldn't you be
in school, Sally?

Oh, forgive me.

I'm not letting her
too far out of my sight

until you find out whoever
killed poor Charlotte.

Did you know Charlotte
Worthington well?

Not well.

I mean, I knew her mother.

But I don't need to know
someone to be sadden

about what happened, do I?

Why were you and
Dave Reddan arguing?

No reason.

Sally had nothing
to do with what happened.

I'm afraid you can't
know that for certain.

Well, I can.

I'm her mother.

So you were with
her last night?

I-- I was at the pictures.

Can anyone verify that?

Since Sally was at the deb,
I went by myself, "Psycho."

I love Janet Leigh.

Any-- anything else?

You couldn't have brought
her in without the mother?

She insisted on coming.

She's over-protective and
frankly not too keen on Dave

Reddan.

It would be worth
checking her story too.

Fair enough.

Let's leave them in there
while we look into it.

Thanks for this.

I needed to get out
for a few minutes.

Me too.

Plus I can't imagine meeting
a reporter on school grounds

would go down well
with Worthington.

I'm just surprised he didn't
close the school, at least

for the day.

He insisted on
business as usual.

Even when his daughter
dies, he thinks

kids need more discipline.

You get more from them if
you treat them as equals.

Have you suggested that?

Do you want to get me fired?

You know, I met your senior
sergeant at the school earlier.

He seems nice.

Oh, I'm sorry.

Rotten timing.

Um, I forgot to tell you.

I found the contact
for your problem.

And if you need someone
to go with you--

Thank you, but it's all right.

It was just a false alarm.

You must be so relieved.

You have no idea.

No, I-- I do.

You remember Helen Murphy?

She got pregnant
and married young.

I gather from
what Jean was saying,

there's no longer a husband.

Yeah, he died in the war.

The family were dirt poor.

Cleaners, I think.

Do you mind if I have
a look through these?

As long as I get
back them back.

The theatres
confirmed that "Psycho"

was playing at the
same time as the deb.

I can send someone
down with a photo,

but the guy down
there said it's been

a full house since it opened.

He might have remembered
her if she arrived late.

Well, I asked.

No latecomers
admitted, apparently.

Something to do
with the director.

So let's focus
on what we know.

Sally's responsible for this
business with the spiders.

Yes.

Alice?

Tests on the items from
the Worthington house

were either negative
or inconclusive.

You were right about
the Chinese market.

One of them sold some of these
to a young women a week ago.

They look very similar
to the pieces I found

in Charlotte's digestive tract.

Right, so we talk to
Christine and then Sally.

All right.

We know about the
restraints, Christine,

the chilli, the beating,
and the spiders.

You and Sally weren't
Charlotte's friends.

You tortured her.

Perhaps ultimately, simply
torturing her wasn't enough.

I didn't kill her.

Charlotte was stabbed
through the ear into her brain.

It's a very
specific injury.

I'd say her killer would have
a pretty good understanding

of the human body.

You finished top
of your class in biology.

You're also the last girl
seen backstage of the deb.

It wasn't me.

Well, then you
must have seen something

or know something.

We're not trying to find out
who was passing notes or smoking

in the toilets, Christine.

A girl is dead.

To be honest with you,
we're worried Charlotte

won't be the only victim.

You don't
have to help us.

It's your choice.

You have no right
to keep us here so long.

You're free to leave any
time you like, Mrs. Murphy.

Sally's 17.

She doesn't need
a parent present.

No more lies, Sally.

You systematically hurt
and humiliated Charlotte

with the help of
other school girls.

Do you have any proof?

Interrupt this interview once
more, and you'll be removed.

Christine told
us everything, how

you thought Charlotte was
too big for her boots,

how you wanted to remind her she
was no better than anyone else,

how you liked hurting
her, humiliating her.

Christine even supplied the
spiders from the biology lab

for the prank.

That was your idea.

And then Dave left you.

Goodness, be enough to
tip anyone over the edge.

I wasn't jealous.

Angry then.

I didn't kill Charlotte.

You had to watch the boy you
loved do the debutante ball

with a girl you hated.

No, look, Dave only
pretended to break up with me.

It was all a set up to get her
to the deb so that we could,

you know--

why would I kill her?

I wanted to see her squirm
in front of everybody.

Oh, Sally.

You let your boyfriend
go out with Charlotte just

to be cruel to her?

Then why aren't you
and Dave back together?

Because he's gone weird.

Weird how?

Before the deb, it was
like he was avoiding me.

We'd be supposed to meet,
and he wouldn't show.

And today, he ended it for real.

That's why we were fighting.

You were found
near Charlotte's body

when you should have been
on stage for the deb.

I felt guilty.

I went to warn her
about the spiders.

Why?

Why change your mind
all of a sudden?

Dave, your father's a vet.

A human brain is not that much
different to any other animals.

I didn't kill anyone.

I only went along with her plan
because Professor Worthington's

always on my case.

If I piss him off by being
with his daughter, good.

Well, why didn't you
tell us this before?

I knew how it would look.

So you broke up with
Sally to distance yourself.

Is that right?

I realised she was mean.

I should've done it ages
ago, but I was stupid.

You ever notice how girls
are only nice to you

when they want something?

Even Charlotte?

She still used me
like the rest of them.

Ah, ruptured stitches.

Lucien, I'm not your mother.

I'm not going to say no.

But sneaking away so
I don't scold you,

is that how you expect
this marriage to work?

Jean, sometimes there
are things I have to do,

things I simply
can't do from here.

Just don't lie to me.

That's all I ask.

You are who you are.

I accept it, whatever
the consequences.

Don't be sorry.

Just remember I'm
going to be your wife.

Let's get you a clean
shirt and some painkillers.

Lucien, can I get you anything?

Hmm?

Oh, no, thank you, Jean.

I'm getting a slight headache
from high school algebra.

I was forced to learn it,
and I've never used it again

in my life.

Have you?

Ah, sorry, of course you have.

I hated algebra.

Believe it or not, there's
a fun algebraic equation

a teacher of mine taught
me many, many years ago.

I'll show you.

It might change your minds.

Jean, your pencil, if I may.

No, no, no.

It's really rather fun.

I'll show you.

Well, that's interesting.

Now look at that.

"Tell everyone what I know."

What could that mean?

Charlotte was
blackmailing someone.

Perhaps.

But it does seem like someone's
promised to do something.

Well, Dave Reddan?

He said Charlotte used
him like the others.

Maybe she just wanted him
around to stop the girls

from victimising her.

Maybe.

Charlotte was obviously
writing something and using

this exercise book to lean on.

Charlie.

What is it?

"Kill children."

What, does she mean someone
is killing children?

She wants to kill children?

Lucien, no.

Well, hang on.

Let's-- let's think
about this rationally.

Charlie, there are no other
young people or children

listed as dead or missing.

No, no one we know about.

Her father did say
she was melodramatic.

Perhaps it's an exaggeration.

He also said she was planning
something for the ball.

That's why they argued, yes?

Yes.

I had no
idea what she was up to.

She was angry with me.

She was constantly angry.

And on the night
of the ball, she

made some comment that she was
going to make everybody sit up

and take notice.

What did you think she meant?

Honestly, I have no idea.

She could be very--

Melodramatic.

Did you know Charlotte
was blackmailing someone?

Don't be ridiculous.

Why would I know
something like that?

You don't have any idea who?

I would assume
from what you've

told me it was those girls.

We don't think
Sally or Christine

are responsible for
Charlotte's murder.

What about her injuries?

Yes, they admitted
to assaulting her.

What did they
do to her exactly?

Honestly, professor,
I don't think that's--

What did they do?

They taped her to a chair.

They physically forced
her to eat raw chilli,

and they beat her.

But the burns
she did to herself.

I should have done something.

I should-- I should have
realised that it was more than

just looking for attention.

You knew?

Charlotte said in
her note that someone

had promised to make it
stop, the abuse we assume.

When she came to you and
told you about the bullying,

did you agree to do anything?

Can you think of
anyone else who had

close contact with Charlotte?

The Reddan boy.

Just him.

Do you think that he--

Well, thank you for
your time, professor.

Yes, thank you.

Professor, Charlotte's
perfume, would you

mind getting it for us.

I can't seem to
find it in evidence.

What?

Charlotte's perfume, her--

her lily dew.

She-- she didn't use perfume.

But then it appears I didn't
really know my daughter at all.

That's as good
as it gets, doc.

Right you are, Charlie.

Do you know, these things--

pens and pencils,
too wide, too thick.

I'm not sure we'll find
what we're looking for here.

Don't
you lie to me, boy!

Let me go!

I know you did it!

You all know you did it!

No, I didn't!

You liar!

You killed my daughter!

Don't you lie to me, boy!

Let go of me!

Don't you lie to me!

You're crazy!

You killed her!

You killed her!

You killed her!

You--

Drop it.

Drop it.

You killed my daughter.

Move.

He killed my little girl.

Move.

You all right, son?

Yeah.

Now, it'll
hurt for a few weeks.

I'm guessing you're
right handed.

So I can do every
class except woodwork.

Woodwork, you say?

Is that your favourite?

Ah.

What sort of things do
you make in woodwork?

Trays, letter holders?

Jewellery boxes?

Thanks for my hand.

You can't go around caning
students till they bleed.

Reddan's family could have
you up on assault charges.

Let them.

Couldn't get any worse.

So you're not going to
care about anything else

ever again, is that it?

Losing your
family, Robert,

it's enough to make any man
shut himself off from the world.

But it makes for a
very, very lonely life.

Believe me.

I hope you find peace, Robert.

I really do.

Blaming everyone else
won't stop the guilt.

You were her father.

He's out of control.

Well, why not file a report
with the education department?

I don't want to be
seen as someone who

can't work within the system.

I mean, you know
what it's like, Rose.

We're stuck in the same boat.

If Worthington could be
shamed into resigning,

we might get a more
progressive principal.

I just-- the man
lost his daughter.

Come on.

You're developing a conscience.

I like to think
I already had one.

You know it's a great story.

It is.

You're right.

I'm guessing you don't
want to be named.

You're the best.

I owe you dinner.

I was gonna ask you about
Charlotte and the other girls.

Some of them were--

they were hurting her.

I'm sure it
wasn't as bad as she made out.

So you knew about it?

Charlotte told everyone
she was being picked on.

But to be honest, I didn't
think it was that bad.

I spoke to some of
the other girls.

They said it was nothing,
a little harmless fun.

According to
the police report,

her bruises are very real.

I-- I didn't realise--

So you brushed her off?

Charlotte was going to be a
target no matter what I did.

She wasn't very easy to like.

I mean, you know, there's
always that one girl that

doesn't fit in and
tries too hard,

just rubs people
up the wrong way.

Right?

Yeah.

In my class, that was me.

Charlotte's dead.

Her father's a broken
mess, and those girls

are getting away
with what they did.

We forget how cruel
children can be.

The police are no
closer to an arrest?

No.

We're failing that poor girl
just like everyone else has.

I just needed to
talk to someone.

I'm so angry.

I should get back to work.

I'm glad you're on the mend.

Aw, thank you, Rose.

Ah, that perfume.

Lily dew.

I don't recall you
ever wearing that.

I've never worn it
before in my life.

Ms. Fox.

Charlie.

This is Dr. Blake.

Lucien, please, since
we're being informal.

How can I help you both?

Is there anything
you'd like to tell me

about your relationship
with Dave Reddan?

He's one of my students.

I believe he's
much more than that.

Am I right?

His mother told me he had
lost interest in Sally Murphy.

But it wasn't because of
Charlotte Worthington, was it?

It was because of you.

Come on, Ms. Fox.

He's going to tell us.

Dave's turned 18.

He's mature.

He knows how he
feels, what he wants.

Yes.

He is very mature, pretending
to be Charlotte's boyfriend

so she could be
humiliated at the ball.

If it makes a
difference, I ended it.

Yes, I suspected you had.

Dave seemed angry
at all the girls

he felt wanted something from
him, symptom of a broken heart,

perhaps.

Are you going to tell
the education department?

No, goodness me.

The least of your
worries right now.

Your perfume, lily dew.

We found it on
Charlotte's dress.

What-- what's that
got to do with anything?

Dave was the one good thing
Charlotte had in her life.

She didn't know
it was all a lie.

Maybe she found out about you,
threatened to go to her father.

Charlotte had no
idea about me and Dave.

She was upset about arguing with
her father, so I hugged her.

That's all.

Right.

Well, we can continue
this down at the station.

Dave Reddan's waiting
there for you.

You can both expect
charges of assault.

But Charlotte's dead.

Doesn't change
what you did to her.

This way.

She's admitted to the affair but
is adamant she didn't kill her.

Let's hope she gives us a
confession or a murder weapon.

Yes.

Boss, we have a situation.

We've got a call about
a bloke acting strangely

on the suspension
bridge, description

matches Worthington.

I was pretty hard on him, doc.

Stay here.

Mind if I join you?

I'm only here until
I finish this bottle.

We know you didn't
kill Charlotte.

It's my daughter.

I was supposed to protect her.

I failed.

Can you make sure they
use this at the funeral?

You could make
sure of it yourself.

You know, I opted for a
slightly different approach

when I thought I'd lost
my wife and daughter.

It was wartime.

I volunteered for every
dangerous assignment going.

I survived, so I tried
drinking myself to death.

Turns out I was a
hell of a drinker.

Didn't kill me, but by god
I gave it my best shot.

It took a long,
long time to be--

to be glad I didn't do what
I wanted to do back then.

But I am glad, Robert.

I'm so very glad.

It is possible to find
a life again, I know.

But you have to want it.

You might want to hang onto--

Robert, when was this taken?

It was at the ball.

But when exactly, and where?

There was a photographer
at the front door.

He took the girls' photos
before they went backstage.

I saw "Psycho"
the other day too.

Tremendous fun.

Flowers for Mrs. Beazley?

Oh, please.

Yes, that would be wonderful.

You know, I was convinced
the mother would kill Norman,

in the film.

I knew he'd escape.

You know, the old hospital
registrar remembers you,

following your father
around at work.

In fact, he said you could
have had a career in medicine.

Perhaps-- perhaps
even surgery, if you

hadn't been the cleaner's
daughter-- his words, not mine.

Well, we can't all
hang on to finish school.

Some of us have to work.

This isn't a bad life.

Oh, oh I suppose.

And you're very
good at what you do.

You made this, didn't you?

It's very lovely
and very deadly,

if you had the know how.

I don't know what you mean.

I think you do, Helen.

You knew Martha Worthington,
Charlotte's mother.

You know about her stroke,
devilishly clever plan

to make it look
like Charlotte died

the same way her mother had.

Offered to place this on her.

It allows you to angle
her head perfectly.

And you simply take this wire
and force it into her ear,

and then remove it, place it
back, and simply fasten this

to her hair.

After she's dead, of course.

So you think I killed
this girl because--

because she went out with
my daughter's ex-boyfriend?

Is-- is--
is this a joke?

We found this rubbing of
a note that Charlotte wrote.

Tell everyone what?

Was-- was-- was this
note addressed to me?

Well, no.

Who?

I may not be
educated, but I know

you can't go around accusing
people of murder with no proof.

It's time for me to close up.

I hope Mrs. Beazley
enjoys her flowers.

Well, that went well.

Didn't it just?

I'm sorry, Charlie.

I'm making a right
hash of things today.

Perhaps I should
have stayed in bed.

Sorry to make
you wait so long,

a few loose ends
we had to tie up.

When did Charlotte
find out, Helen?

Find out what?

That you weren't just
a florist, that you

had another business
on the side, one

with a clientele with
exclusively young women?

Yes, you were helping
them with their unfortunate

situations.

Charlotte knew because
Dave Reddan told her.

I just spoke with him.

He's confirmed it.

You always wanted to
be a doctor or a surgeon.

Oh, please.

We know Charlotte had
a torturous relationship

with your daughter and her
friend, Christine Pryor.

Charlotte couldn't go
to her father for help.

My guess is she
came to you, hoping

you could make it all stop.

And if it didn't,
well, she knew what

you were doing in that
back-street surgery of yours.

Kim Fox said the girls
had stopped being quite so

cruel to Charlotte recently.

Kim Fox?

I don't believe a word
that tramp has to say.

Charlotte's
autopsy revealed

that the torture had in fact
resumed fairly recently.

She wrote you a note.

"You promised to
get them to stop.

Now I'm going to tell
everyone what I know."

Everyone.

And what better way
to tell everyone

than in a public forum
like a debutant ball?

She was already composing
what she was going to say,

how she was going to tell
everyone about what you do.

If people found out the truth
of what you'd been doing,

then you'd go to prison.

Perhaps even worse than that.

Sally's reputation
could be ruined forever.

I-- I-- I told you.

I-- I-- I went to the--

Went to the cinema, yes.

Yes, you did.

Strange that you got
the ending of the film

wrong when we spoke about it.

You were at the ball.

You brought the floral
headpiece with you,

telling Charlotte it was a gift,
a peace offering, if you will.

I've seen the photograph
taken when she arrived.

She didn't have this
in her hair, not yet.

It was the perfect way to get
her to sit still for a moment,

allowing you to
get nice and close.

You didn't know for
certain whether she'd

reveal your secret or not.

But you couldn't risk it.

So you carried out
your plan, thinking

no one would be the wiser.

And if Charlotte hadn't
been bruised and beaten,

if she hadn't been scarred
from all the bullying she'd

received, you may
well have been right.

Perhaps, it wouldn't have
been investigated any further.

You don't have
a shred of proof.

I mean, check the headpiece.

I'm betting you'll find nothing.

And you're--

you're quite right.

We didn't find a damn
thing, did we, Charlie?

No blood, no fluid from the ear
canal, no partial fingerprints.

Because you wiped
it clean, Helen.

On one of your aprons.

She was 17 years old.

Yes.

And so is my daughter.

I know why I do what
I do, to help people,

to help young women who
have nowhere else to turn,

who have their whole
lives ahead of them.

Like Charlotte Worthington?

One life for many, Dr. Blake.

Tell me that's wrong.

But this wasn't about
many lives, Helen.

It was about two,
yours and Sally's.

Do you think
it helps Worthington

to know why it happened?

Oh, I'd like to think so.

I know only too well the
dark place he's gone to.

He's hoping he finds
his way back, eh?

Yes, indeed.

Jean, I've made things
ever so difficult for you.

But I want you to know--

I want you to know I'm--

I'm trying to make
things better.

Lucien, you do
make things better.

We'll find our way through.

We'll find a way to
finalise your divorce,

and we'll start living our
lives together properly.

Whatever decision
we end up making,

at least we will have
made it together.

Agreed?

Agreed.

Right.

Ready?

Ready.

Here we are.

Thank you.