All language subtitles for Miss.Fishers.Murder.Mysteries.S01E02.Murder.On.The.Ballarat.Train.NF.WEBRip.CC.en

Where is the rest?

I tried.

Are you stealing from me?

Please...

I can make you tell me.

- Leave her alone!

- Argh!

Our return journey will be

so much more thrilling, Dot.

The first Hispano-Suiza was

built for the King of Spain.

Isn't she sleek?

The body's low and wide

but it hides an engine

of fiendish power.

Are you sure that's wise,

miss, for a lady detective?

Won't the crims hear you coming?

They'll see me first.

Shall I hold your bag for you,

Mother?

I am trying to count!

Stupid girl!

Two first-class tickets

to Ballarat, please.

PHRYNE:

Oh, thank you, Bert, Cec.

I don't know

what I'd do without you two.

You're about to find out, miss.

We've got a couple of other

jobs on the go.

Most of 'em a lot less trouble.

What a pity! I take possession

of my new house today.

I was hoping you might help

with the last of the furniture.

Our old jalopy

won't handle heavy loads.

That's a shame.

But if you call at this address,

I've left a small token

of my appreciation for you.

Thanks, miss. Much appreciated.

Maybe I should stay behind

to help with the unpacking.

Wouldn't I be of more use?

I didn't invite

you along to be useful, Dot.

I invited you

so we could have some fun.

I'll do my best then.

(child makes airplane sounds)

You do realize, young man,

that if you're squashed

on the tracks,

no one can put you back

together again?

Eddy! Eddy!

Stay away from the edge.

Boys!

I never understood

the appeal of parenthood.

MAN: Here's our lady friend.

Just in time.

See you in a couple of days.

Well! The scenery has vastly

improved, Dot,

and we haven't

even left the station.

(train whistle)

Shame.

We left the docks so we wouldn't

have to lick the boss's boots.

Miss Fisher's boots

are different.

You must be Mr Johnson

and Mr Yates.

- I'm Tobias Butler.

- G'day.

I thought you'd be wanting

some refreshment

before you pick up

the rest of the furniture.

Please.

I haven't worked

for a spinster before.

Spinster?

Have you met Miss Fisher?

I understand

she's related to the king.

Mrs Butler

would have loved that.

She's certainly a toff.

It'll be a pleasure to serve

a respectable lady

with a strict routine

who appreciates the quiet life.

- (chokes)

- PHRYNE: Woo!

Come on, Dot!

Miss!

Smell the fresh air!

Please come in, miss.

(boy makes airplane sounds)

Can someone keep

that horrible child quiet!

Eddy! Eddy.

Sorry, miss. I'm...

Matron Henderson?

What a surprise!

Likewise. If I'd known I would

have changed my bloody booking!

Mr Cotton, that's enough.

Keep out of it, Eunice.

Come on, Eddy.

And you can stick your eyes

back inside your head, missy.

(owl hoots)

(train whistle)

(sniffs)

(sniffs)

Hello? Is everything alright?

Miss, what's happening?

DOT: What's that smell?

It's chloroform.

Mother? Where...

Where's my mother?

- Was she with you?

- She was right here.

Pull the emergency cord.

(brakes screech)

MAN: We'll check the crossing.

You two head south.

Mrs Henderson!

Let's keep on this way.

PHRYNE:

These local plods are useless.

There's clearly been foul play.

That's a full run, miss.

You've won.

Game's over.

What a relief.

What about the man

with the little boy?

What about him?

He seemed to have a set

against Mrs Henderson.

Apologies, ladies and gentlemen,

but I'm afraid we'll remain here

for the night.

We will provide

light refreshments

and try to make you

as comfortable as possible.

Hello, Sergeant. I'd just like

to offer you my services.

I wouldn't worry your pretty

head about police work.

You leave that to us. Hmm?

Inspector Jack Robinson

finds my help invaluable.

Who?

Senior Detective Inspector

Jack Robinson,

City South.

He'd be thrilled to think

I could be of assistance.

Well, I'll be telephoning my

report through to him shortly,

so I'll ask him direct.

Ooh!

Constable Collins!

Miss Williams.

Constable Collins, how lovely!

Tell the inspector

I'll be right with him.

The er...inspector's not here,

miss.

But he thought it important

enough to send you?

Er, only to tell you,

in his words,

to stay in your compartment,

to please resist

the temptation to interfere,

and to not bandy about his name

for your own convenience.

You can assure the inspector

that none of this

is very convenient.

Thank you.

Ha! That's one.

No worries, Sarge. Nice shot.

Miss Fisher! I thought you were

in your compartment.

I tried my best but I'm not good

with confined spaces.

I'm sure the local sergeant

has things under control.

The local sergeant couldn't

control a country cake stall.

I know Mrs Henderson

was on the train

after Bacchus Marsh Station

because I saw her reboard.

Where did the train stop

after that?

Nowhere.

It's an express to Ballarat.

But I felt it stop.

What's that?

Er, that... That's a water stop

but the train only shunts there

for five minutes.

A lot can happen

in five minutes, Constable.

I've been told

to steer clear of you.

Oh, the constable here

was just asking

if I recalled the train stopping

after Bacchus Marsh.

It's an express.

Ah, apart from the water stop,

sir.

MAN: Miss Fisher, wait!

It's... It's pitch black!

Follow my lead, Constable.

I have the eyes of a fox.

Miss Fisher, slow down!

The carriage would have

pulled up around here.

Miss Fisher, wait!

It looks like something's

been dragged this way.

Come on, men, keep up!

No, no, no, let me, miss.

It's very high.

Don't fret, Hugh.

I've scaled Kilimanjaro.

At least

to the first hiker's hut.

What's that?

Oh, dear God.

Let's cut her down.

- Sir!

- Constable Collins.

I hope you're not allowing

civilians

to tamper with a murder victim.

Hello, Inspector,

how was your journey?

As uneventful as yours will be.

Back to your compartment,

thank you, Miss Fisher.

So most of the bruising's

around the neck.

But not a lot of jewelry,

you'll note.

We'll take that into

consideration, Miss Fisher.

And I'd keep an eye out

for a large faceted

rose quartz and gold necklace

and diamond cluster earrings

and several exquisite...

Good night, Inspector.

Alright, Miss Fisher.

Take a full description of the

victim's missing valuables,

please, Constable.

Yes, sir.

I don't believe it.

I know this is a terrible time,

but do you have any idea

who might harbor a grudge

against your mother?

Everybody knew Mother

was difficult, but murder?

Oh, I can't thank you enough,

Mr Cotton.

These windows tend to stick

and I've been in a fluster

since I heard

about Mrs Henderson.

Have they found her yet?

They found her body.

Seems she was murdered.

Murdered?

Someone hung her

from a water tank.

Good God.

I believe you knew her.

Yes. I can't say

I'm that sorry she's gone

but the daughter

seems nice enough.

It must be awful for her.

Alexander Cotton?

Yes.

Detective Inspector

Jack Robinson.

Mr Cotton was just

helping me with my windows.

You'll have to manage

your own windows, Miss Fisher.

I need to ask Mr Cotton

a few questions.

What about?

Just routine.

Take my compartment.

I was just leaving.

Where were you last night

when the train stopped

at the water tank?

I was in the dining car,

I think.

I'm just going.

What were you doing

in the dining car?

I went to get a lemonade

for Eddy.

He was on at me about the show.

How long till we got there.

I thought it might

keep him quiet.

You were on your way

to the Ballarat Show?

I'm not much interested

in agriculture,

but we had free tickets.

Thank you for your gallantry,

Mr Cotton.

Goodbye, Miss Fisher.

Ask him about his

altercation with Mrs Henderson.

Miss Henderson, may I come in?

Pardon me for asking

but was your mother

in full command

of her faculties?

My mother was many things

but she was not in her dotage.

She only retired

a few years ago.

That's when we moved

to the city.

So you were on your way to

Ballarat to visit old friends?

Yes. We booked

a guest house for the weekend.

You don't think

she was still alive when...

I'm sure

your mother didn't suffer.

If she was chloroformed,

like you were,

she wouldn't have known a thing.

I hope so. All for the sake

of a few baubles.

It seems that way.

But her jewels looked

to be quite valuable.

Father brought the diamonds back

from the Boer War.

I think Mother treasured them

more for sentimental reasons.

I'm sure the police

will do their best

to find the culprit

and return your heirlooms.

But...

I'd like to help.

A detective? Do you not think

the proper authorities

will get to the bottom of this?

Perhaps, eventually.

There'll be an autopsy,

of course.

I know this must be hard

but my companion

couldn't help noticing

your mother arguing with a man

in the dining car.

Oh, Alexander Cotton.

He and Mother don't get on.

Why not?

His wife died in labor

while Mother was matron in

charge at the Ballarat Hospital.

He blamed her. You don't think

he did something to her, do you?

I can look into it further,

if you like.

But we shouldn't

jump to conclusions.

Thank you, Miss Fisher.

I would like your help.

My Mary tried to tell her

that our boy was about to arrive

but Matron Henderson

said she was nowhere near her

time and sent us home again.

My poor Mary bled to death

on the kitchen floor

after I delivered Eddy myself.

She never saw her son.

And you blame Mrs Henderson?

Well,

I'd be a fool to tell you that.

Surely you have

better things to do.

Another round of gin rummy?

I can't abide playing cards.

A complete waste of time.

So you think he did it?

I'll keep my own counsel

on that.

If he'd hauled

an elderly woman

up a water tower in a panic,

you'd think he'd have a blister

or two.

But he has the softest palms.

He could have worn gloves.

Odd that he was on a train trip

with a woman he loathed.

It wasn't planned.

He won tickets in a competition.

So if the compartment was

locked, how did you get in?

I hit the lock with my shoe.

Your shoe seems to have

the ballistic capabilities

of a .38 revolver.

Fancy that.

Hmm.

So you're letting me in?

It's either that or watch

you hound me through the door.

So the murderer was either

one of the passengers

or boarded the train

at the water stop.

Then broke in here and managed

to knock out the daughter,

possibly the mother too,

with neither of them

making much protest.

Not that I could hear.

Hmm.

I assume this window was closed

when you found

the victim's daughter.

Ah!

The perfect match for Mrs

Henderson's afternoon frock.

Ink background, peach print

with an olive and red

floral design.

I'll take your word.

And look at this.

Even I noticed the body

wore red shoes.

Crimson patent leather.

I think we've established

her exit route,

conscious or unconscious.

- (knock)

- Inspector?

Erm, sorry to interrupt

but could I please have a word

outside?

I was just giving the inspector

my account of finding

the victim and my client.

Client?

Miss Henderson's asked me

to look into the case.

And what would prompt her

to do that?

She recognizes

my considerable talents.

Self-styled and completely

untrained though they are.

When you've both finished here,

the police

would like to talk

to you about a lost child.

The Ballarat police picked

her up walking the rail line.

She had a handkerchief

full of the old lady's diamonds.

I'm

Detective Inspector Robinson.

Let's start with your name.

She's refusing to answer

any of our questions, sir.

You don't have a choice.

You've been caught with

thousands of pounds' worth

of stolen property.

Perhaps we have a use

for Miss Fisher after all.

How does it compare

with Kilimanjaro, Miss Fisher?

Why the water tank,

do you think, Inspector?

Mrs Henderson could have been

strung up

just as well on any old tree.

The advantage of the water tank

is the water

but our victim was hung

not drowned.

Although it would have made

a very good hiding place.

If not for the rusty ladder

you fell down.

I didn't fall.

The ladder collapsed beneath me.

Given your low expectations

of police investigative skills,

Miss Fisher,

you may be surprised to hear

that we've found

Mrs Henderson's valuables.

I am!

I mean, I'd be surprised

if anyone found them.

Except you, Inspector.

But our thief is proving

to be such a difficult customer

that I've come to beg your help.

No, I don't do children,

especially

not uncooperative ones.

Looks like it's off to welfare,

then.

We both know

that that won't help.

I've done my best.

I'm Phryne Fisher.

What's your name?

MAN: I'll be just over there

if you need anything.

Would you like to come inside

for a fizzy drink?

A sarsaparilla, perhaps?

Seems bribery is not

going to get us anywhere, then.

I'm tempted to tell them

I saw you lurking

on the platform,

obviously trying to stow away.

Your choice.

I don't remember anything.

I must have fallen

and hit my head

when I jumped off the train.

You need to tell me

how you came to be in possession

of those jewels.

You've been caught red handed

and the police

are looking to solve a murder.

They'll say

you tried to rob the old lady

and she put up a fight.

Next thing you know

you'll be locked up for life

or worse.

I didn't kill anyone.

I don't think for a moment

you did.

But you certainly know

something.

Jane.

My name's Jane.

I had a sister called Jane.

It's a lovely name.

(knock)

Miss Henderson,

how are you feeling?

Better, slightly.

Has there been any development

with the case?

Have the police questioned

Mr Cotton?

Yes, his alibi is flimsy.

Of course he has a motive

but no incriminating evidence

so far.

Then thank goodness I have you

helping with the case.

I have a motor car

arriving in an hour's time.

I'm happy to give you a lift

back to Melbourne

if you want to get off

this train.

I'm hoping the inspector's

finished with me,

but I wouldn't

want to trouble you.

No trouble at all.

Plenty of room for one more.

Well, that's one problem less.

PHRYNE:

Isn't she glorious, Inspector?

You ready, ladies?

What on earth...

They say the top speed's

85 miles an hour

but I'm sure

we can do better than that!

Constable, is it possible

Miss Fisher has just kidnapped

the victim's daughter

and one of our suspects?

It is now, sir.

MAN: This'll be interesting.

And you must be Mr Butler!

Pleased to meet you,

Miss Fisher.

Sorry, I forgot to telephone

ahead about my extra guests.

We've all been somewhat

distracted

by Eunice's mother's murder.

A murder, miss?

I do hope they chloroformed her

first

but hanging's never pleasant.

Keep your eye on this one.

She's a stowaway, a thief

and probably needs delousing.

The police will come

looking for her

but you can just refer them

to me.

Oh, and while I remember,

careful with the hand luggage.

My pistol's in there

and it may be loaded.

Of course, miss.

Appreciate the warning.

(sobs)

Dot, whatever's wrong?

I've never had my own room

before.

It's lovely.

Is that all?

I thought you were still

suffering motion sickness.

Oh no, miss, I wasn't ill.

Just terrified out of my wits.

Well, that's a relief.

I don't have to worry

about my upholstery.

You've done a magnificent job

setting up the house.

Everything exactly

where it ought to be.

Oh, thank you, miss.

Approximately how long

will Miss Jane

be staying with us?

Till she tells us

everything she knows.

Very well.

Mr Alastair Herbert,

Miss Henderson's fiancé,

and her cousin,

Mr Lindsay Thompson,

are waiting

in the parlor for you.

On the telephone Eunice said

she'd been chloroformed.

I know something

about its after effects.

Don't show off, Alastair.

One more exam and he's a doctor.

- Can I see her now?

- Of course.

Dot, would you mind

showing Mr Herbert upstairs

to see Miss Henderson?

Of course. This way, sir.

I hope you don't

mind our casual dress.

We've come straight from rowing.

We're both

in the Intervarsity Eight.

Looks like

your coach shows no mercy.

All part of the sacrifice.

But Al's more the sporting hero.

That's the way to win

a university scholarship.

Are you a medical student, too?

No, I'm studying law.

I hope to go to the Bar some day

and specialize in crime.

Fascinating area. It's a treat

to meet a lady detective.

Do you have any idea

who's responsible?

I was hoping you might help me

there.

Do you know of any enemies

your aunt might have made?

How long a list would you like?

Were you close to your aunt?

I was

rather fond of the old girl.

I don't deny she could be vile

at times

and she thought poor Alastair

was far too common

because his father

sells buttons in Ballarat,

but she never turned

her talons on me.

What do you put that down to?

Charm.

Thank you for the ride home,

Miss Fisher,

and for all your help.

Are you sure

you're up to going home?

I have a physician friend

who can look you over.

I'll take perfectly good care

of her, Miss Fisher.

I'll telephone, then,

regarding the case.

Of course.

I'll look forward to your call.

So will I.

Could you please

find me the number

for Melbourne University, Dot?

I need to have a word

with vice chancellor.

(knocking)

- Good evening.

- I'm sorry to wake you

but this lady insists on seeing

young Jane tonight.

I'm the dear child's aunt.

I've been so worried about her.

Mr Butler, please show Miss Gay

into the parlor.

I've explained to your visitor

that Jane's in temporary care

while we continue

our investigation.

Thank you.

But the inspector

is expecting you at the station

in the morning

to explain

why you abducted a juvenile.

Well, I'm sure I'll have

a very good answer by then.

Good night, miss.

When I think of her wandering

all alone at night.

The constable said you were

kind enough to take her in.

Did he mention that she'd been

found with stolen property?

Oh dearie me.

I'm afraid my Jane has

been light fingered before.

It seems your aunt is here.

Oh, Jane, darling!

Thank God you're alright!

Come back home with me

and we'll help sort out

all this fuss.

No! I'm not going back there

and you're not my aunt!

Now this isn't time

for one of your stories.

I don't want him near me.

- Who?

- Jane, dear.

I know we don't have these

kind of comforts back home

but that is no reason

for this kind of carry on.

Now come along.

No, please!

Don't make me go back there.

It's very late in the day

to be discussing this.

If you'd like to meet me at the

police station in the morning,

you can provide my solicitor

with proof

that you're

Jane's legal guardian

then I can release her

into your care.

Don't be fooled by her.

She's a devious child.

Mr Butler,

please show Miss Gay out.

Yes.

You'll be hearing from me.

No doubt.

Jane, who is that woman?

What are you so afraid of?

How can I help you

if you won't tell me?

I can't.

No doubt about this job, mate.

Bloody shocking conditions.

Morning, Bert, Cec.

I need you to inquire

about renting a room in

this boarding house in Seddon.

Find out all you can about

the landlady, Miss Gay,

and any dubious gentlemen

tenants she might have.

Morning, Inspector.

I was just on my way to see you.

To explain yourself, I hope.

Tea?

I can't believe your hide.

Appropriating a child

who should have been in the care

of the state.

State care.

You know what those

places are like.

And if that woman was Jane's

aunt, I'll eat my cloche.

The poor child

clearly loathed her.

None of this explains

how that poor child

came to be in possession

of Mrs Henderson's jewels,

or what she had to do

with her murder.

I've finally convinced Jane

she should speak with you.

Come in, Jane!

I found

the jewels by the rail line.

Why didn't you tell us this

before?

I didn't think you'd believe me.

That could be because it's not

particularly believable.

What were you up to

on the train?

I was asleep in the guard's van

mostly but someone came in

when the train stopped

and woke me up.

- Who was it?

- I thought it was the guard.

I was hiding

and they were in a hurry.

Whoever it was, they grabbed

a whole lot of rope and left.

You couldn't see anything?

No, it was too dark.

But a little later

I heard noises,

so I poked my head out

to see what was going on.

- And?

- That's when I saw the jewels,

from the train,

spilled all over the ground.

I should still charge you

as a stowaway.

Why me? I wasn't the only one.

Who else was there?

That rich man

in his fancy striped jacket.

You mean Alastair Herbert

or Lindsay Thompson?

I saw them at the station

before the train pulled out.

I couldn't tell which one.

I only saw from behind.

But one of them jumped back on.

Thank you, Jane.

I'll see you upstairs.

Alastair Herbert

whisked Eunice away

far too quickly for my liking.

I checked up on both

with the university.

Yes?

Mr Thompson,

the charmer of the pair,

is in strife

for gambling at Ormond College,

and Mr Herbert,

the rowing champion,

has actually failed

the medical degree

he claims he's almost finished.

Thank you. I'll make

a note not to consult them

for legal or medical advice.

But if I need

to be rowed anywhere,

they sound like just the ticket.

Blimey.

WOMAN: It's ten shillings

a week, deposit now.

Breakfast is at seven,

dinner is at six.

No alcohol, tobacco or skirts

and board's due

every Friday at 12.

Did you find the girl?

Oh, good morning, Mr Merton.

You look familiar.

Have we met before?

I know I've seen you somewhere.

Perhaps you saw my stage act.

I used to play the Tivoli.

Maybe. What was your act?

I am The Great Hypno.

That's right. I remember now.

Always a pleasure

to meet an admirer.

- I can't take the room.

- Why, what's wrong?

There's a bloke in there I know,

from the Tiv.

He's a bloody hypnotist!

Same one made you cluck

like a chook

then lay an egg?

You promised Miss Fisher.

So you're just going to have

to go back in there.

Come on.

(clucks)

I can manage myself.

It's alright, love. All I'm

after is some information.

You know a girl called Jane

who used to live here?

Jane's my best friend.

Have you seen her?

She's in a much more

hospitable place than this.

WOMAN: Ruth! Get out here, girl!

INSPECTOR: I'll ask you again,

Mr Herbert.

Where did you go after you

farewelled Miss Henderson

on the Ballarat train that day?

You're not making this

easy for yourself.

Anything I say in here, does it

have to go any further?

It'll go all the way

to the High Court

if you don't cooperate.

It's difficult

because of Eunice.

I love her,

you have to believe that.

Go on.

Alright.

I spent most of the evening

in the city watch house.

What were you picked up for?

Soliciting.

I have, on occasion,

visited certain ladies

of the night.

I feel awful about it.

Can anyone confirm this?

What was the name

of the establishment?

It's very discreet.

Police records will confirm

I spent the rest of the night

in a jail cell.

So your cousin

was the sole beneficiary

of your mother's estate?

It seems that way. He's always

been Mother's favorite.

I can't believe it.

Maybe Mother found out

that he owed money

and wanted to help him out.

Who did he owe money to?

Lindsay is very dear to me

but he likes

the occasional flutter

and his gambling debts

have got out of hand.

Your mother never discussed

her plans to change the will?

Never. I only thought

to look for it

after Miss Fisher telephoned.

I was so shocked

when I found the letter

in Mother's bureau.

Aunt Agnes's lawyer

rang me yesterday.

She left me everything.

Poor Eunice. But of course

I'll share whatever there is.

You don't seem surprised.

Aunt Agnes threatened it

constantly because of Alastair.

I just never thought

she'd go through with it.

Where did you go after

you dropped your aunt off

at the Ballarat train?

I went to the Automobile Club

for a quick ale.

Ended up staying longer than

I planned. I had supper there.

Can anyone verify your story?

Where was your friend,

Alastair Herbert?

Al wasn't with me that night.

He went off to swot

or something.

Who else was at the club?

You know,

it was unusually quiet.

I can't recall

anyone in particular.

I'd hone your answers

better than that

before Detective Robinson

calls you in.

You don't think I'm guilty?

It doesn't matter what I think.

But I don't allow myself to be

lustfully compromised

during my murder investigations.

Then I do hope this case

is resolved soon.

Was Eunice aware that she

was likely to be disinherited?

Of course she was.

Aunt Agnes

wasn't the secretive type.

Eunice was worried

Alastair would find out.

Maybe she feared

he'd lose interest.

She's a respectable lady.

That old cow downstairs

came after Jane

but Miss Fisher

sent her packing.

How did Jane end up here?

Miss Gay and Mr Merton got her

from the orphanage

like some of the others.

She's got no one. Not like me.

I've still

got my granny somewhere.

Are you sure Jane's alright?

What are you up to in here,

Ruth? She bothering you?

My friend from the Tiv.

How did you enjoy your lunch?

My guts are still groaning.

Let's see if I can help you

with that. Look into my eyes.

- No thanks.

- You only see my eyes.

You hear nothing but my words,

my voice.

You do nothing

but as I command you.

Why is that lady detective

interested in Jane?

Miss Fisher

thinks she stole some jewels.

Jewels?

As I told Miss Fisher,

I went to the Automobile Club

that night.

No one of your name

signed in that night.

We checked the register.

I moved on from there.

Just my usual haunts.

Same places every Friday.

Alastair could back me up.

Alastair's not in a position

to back anyone up.

He spent the night

in the Carlton watch house.

Is that what Al told you?

And Carlton Station

confirmed it.

I'd like to remind you

this is a murder investigation,

not a friendly chat.

Where were you?

That was me. At the watch house.

Al and I have an agreement.

He lets me use his name whenever

I get into strife with the law

so that I can go to the Bar

unblemished.

Are you saying Alastair agreed

that you could impersonate him

to protect

your own indiscretions?

I'm happy for him

to share my accommodation,

and he's happy to protect

my reputation.

We do look alike

on a rough description.

And someone of that rough

description,

either yourself or your friend

Alastair Herbert,

was seen unlawfully boarding

the Ballarat train

the night your aunt died.

I'm glad you understand

the seriousness of my inquiry.

Oh, hello, miss.

You might like to have an urgent

word with Miss Jane.

I see you've found yourself

some more valuables.

And who's this?

My friend Ruth, miss.

I think it's time to tell me

what's going on.

Can I help you?

Mr Merton.

Hypnotics,

illusions and futurologist.

The Great Hypno.

Mm-hm.

I offer my services for soirees,

ladies' luncheons,

birthdays and the like.

Perhaps I could have

a word with the householder?

He made us steal.

He'd hypnotize people

on the street

while we picked their pockets.

You poor lambs.

You're safe here.

A visitor for you, Miss Fisher.

A questionable gentleman.

Oh good. We've been expecting

him.

Is he here?

If he gets his hands on me,

he'll kill me!

No one is killing anyone.

- Shall I telephone the police?

- No, I'll deal with this.

- But he'll hurt you! Please!

- You don't know what he can do.

Girls, stay in my room.

Dot, lock the door behind me.

The Great Hypno! What an honor.

- Miss Phryne Fisher.

- A pleasure.

I've always been taken with

the idea of being hypnotized.

I'd be delighted

to demonstrate my skills.

Why don't you make

yourself comfortable?

Girls! No!

JANE: Sorry, Miss Williams!

Jane, come back! Let me out.

Jane!

You hear nothing but my words.

My voice.

You will do nothing but answer

the questions that I ask.

Now, tell me where the girl is.

Where is Jane?

Jane...

You will tell me where the girl

is or I will kill you.

Do you understand?

You will kill me.

No, you won't, you old bastard!

Argh!

You can hand that over now,

Jane.

They've got you fooled, lady.

They're liars!

I'm not interested

in your opinion, Mr Merton.

But you were hypnotized.

Not for a moment.

And it seems that you can

hold your own, Mr Butler.

22nd Battalion, AIF, miss.

- Dot!

- She's locked in the bedroom.

Well,

you might like to let her out

so she can telephone the police.

Mr Merton and Miss Gay

are both behind bars

and we've contacted most

of the girls' families,

including your grandmother,

Ruth.

Excuse me. Miss Eunice Henderson

is here to see you.

Thank you, Dot.

Don't run off, Inspector.

Thank you so much, Miss Fisher,

but I've decided

the police

can handle things from here.

The case isn't solved yet.

But I've had quite enough of it.

A spell at the seaside

is what I need.

I'm sure it is.

Pity no one sent you

free tickets

like you sent Alexander Cotton.

I don't know what you mean.

You don't need to cover up

a good deed.

Unless it's more

than a good deed,

which I suspect, given

that you lied to the police

about your knowledge

of your mother's will.

I need to go.

I have a taxi waiting.

- Hello, Miss Henderson.

- Inspector.

Miss Henderson was just

about to explain

why she framed Alexander Cotton

for her mother's death.

Distinctive handwriting.

PHRYNE: And a very fine match

to the addressee

on Mr Cotton's mystery tickets.

Postmarked Hampton.

Isn't that where you live,

Miss Henderson?

- They were a gift. A kindness.

- It's too late, Eunice.

Your fear has given you away.

It's not what you think.

It wasn't meant to happen

like that.

We only needed

enough for a life together,

a practice in the country.

We only wanted Mother's jewels.

But something went

terribly wrong, didn't it?

EUNICE: Mother woke up.

We had to do something.

We had no choice.

This is not his fault.

It wasn't meant to happen.

The police will find him,

Eunice.

Or will he leave without you?

Alastair found out about

Mother's will, about Lindsay.

He's furious with him.

PHRYNE: He's a desperate man.

He might do anything.

You have to help us stop him.

He's gone to the Rowing Club

to meet Lindsay before training.

You don't think he'll hurt him?

(horn)

LINDSAY: You're the one

who talked the old cow into it!

I didn't, Al, I swear!

I'm happy to help you both out.

- Trust me!

- Just sign it!

Behind you, Alastair!

I've got it!

Stay back!

Move or I'll snap his neck!

- Alastair!

- It won't help you, Herbert.

Don't let him do this.

Eunice,

this is our chance

for everything we want. Yes?

- Just keep calm.

- You're making things worse.

Eunice, we can still get away.

The cottage by the sea,

remember?

Just bring me the gun.

Slowly.

Don't trust him, Eunice.

Alastair always planned to kill

your mother.

You don't know anything!

We know more than you hoped.

You knew

where that water tank was,

so you could hide

the body after you hung her.

The only thing

that wasn't premeditated

was losing your mother's jewels.

The rusty ladder

slowed him down.

But the whole plan was ruined

when he panicked at the sound

of a runaway child.

Your mother didn't wake up,

Eunice.

Even a failed medical student

would know

how much chloroform to use.

Did he tell you that?

That he'd failed his degree?

That's what

finally tipped you, isn't it?

That Mrs Henderson

was proven right.

You were never good enough.

Argh!

Let him go!

(gasps)

I still adore you, Eunice.

Alastair...

We've done such an unforgivable

thing.

Miss Fisher.

Thank you, Jane.

I was prepared to let this go

if you wanted it badly enough.

But I'm glad to have it back.

When are you taking me

to welfare?

I don't think I can.

How would you feel

about staying here?

I'm not a nice girl.

Well, I've never

been very nice either.

So you're just the kind of girl

I like.

GIRL: Phryne, Phryne, let's go!

♪ An owl and a pussycat

went to sea

♪ In a beautiful pea green boat

♪ They took some honey

and plenty of money

♪ Wrapped up

in a five pound note

♪ The owl...

Jane, look!

♪ And sang to a small guitar

♪ Oh lovely pussy,

oh pussy my love

♪ What a beautiful pussy

you are

(girl laughs)

Inspector Robinson is here,

Miss Fisher.

PHRYNE: Inspector!

To what do I owe the pleasure?

I've had a word to welfare.

They've agreed to let you

foster Jane.

Good.

But you're not convinced.

You do know it's not easy,

looking after a kid

who's been through the wringer?

Nothing that matters is easy.

And it could be worse.

She could be a babe in arms.

Can I offer you a drink?

Er...

Perhaps just the one.

What about babes of your own?

Er, no.

No, we were never blessed.

To the kids who've been through

the wringer, Inspector Robinson.

You might as well call me Jack.

Everyone else does.

Very well, Jack.

And you may call me Phryne.

Although

hardly anyone else does.