All language subtitles for S01E03 The Green Mill Murder

(MYSTERIOUS MUSIC)

(WOMAN GASPS)
Fancy a whirl tonight?

You must be joking!
Oh, come on, twinkle toes.

Come on!

(LAUGHS)

(THEME MUSIC)

(LIVELY JAZZ MUSIC PLAYS
NEARBY)

(GLASS SMASHES)

(PATRONS LAUGH AND CHATTER)

(SINGS) ♪ Well, they're shaking
on the dance floor

♪ And they're shuffling
on the street

♪ Well, come on, Mr. Music Man

♪ You're killing me with that beat

♪ Oh, the sun went down this morning

♪ And the moon came out in style

♪ Whoa, come on, Mr. Music Man

♪ You're killing me with that smile

♪ Whoa, I could dance the night away

♪ Dance the devil to his grave

♪ Mooch to the left,
mooch to the right

♪ Come on, Mr. Music Man... ♪

MAN: A Tiger Moth.
A Tiger Moth?

And it has a top flying speed
of 130mph.

A De Havilland?

The engine, Charlie —
it does have one, I hope.

Oh, yes.

And wings?
At least two.

How much?
£500.

They're over 1,000 new.

The mechanic says
she's in mint condition,

only six hours flying time.

Why so low? What's wrong with her?

Nothing.

Mother bought it for me.

Vic promised to teach me to fly,
but he never came back from the war.

Anyway, I get giddy
standing on a chair,

so it's been gathering dust
in a hangar for years.

Why sell it now?
I need cash.

Mother keeps the purse strings
very tight.

I just need to attend to something.

You promised me a dance, Charlie.

I hope you haven't lured me here
under false pretences.

I shouldn't worry about any shortage of
potential dance partners.

♪ Killing me with that beat... ♪

Back in a jiffy.

♪ And the moon came out
in style... ♪

I'm telling you for the last time,
you must desist now.

♪ Oh, I could dance the night away

♪ I'd dance the devil to his grave

♪ Mooch to the left,
mooch to the right

♪ Come on, Mr. Music Man

♪ You can keep your whiskey

♪ You can keep your gin

♪ You can stop your preaching

♪ 'Cause it ain't no crime

♪ To sin. ♪

(CHEERING)

(MEN ARGUE INDISTINCTLY)

(LIVELY JAZZ MUSIC)

Who are those charming gentlemen?

Charles, what's wrong?
What's going on?

I'm in a situation.

It's a little sordid.

I specialise in those.

I wonder if I might have
the pleasure of this dance.

Look, you run along. It can wait.

Well, don't go too far.

(SULTRY JAZZ MUSIC PLAYS)

My compliments on the band,
Mr. Stone.

Devil's music.

I must compliment the devil
on his taste.

(GLASS SMASHES,
MUSIC STOPS ABRUPTLY)

(WOMAN SHRIEKS) Help!

Somebody help!

WOMAN: Gosh.
Leonard, speak to me!

Len!
What's going on?

Len!
Has he passed out?

Someone needs to find an ambulance.
PHRYNE: Somebody call the police.

(SOBS)

(ONLOOKERS MURMUR)

(WOMAN CRIES) Oh, no!

MAN: Excuse me.
Excuse me, ma'am.

Thank you. Excuse me, sir.

Well, well. Miss Fisher.

Nice to see you too, Jack.

Another murder, no less.

Let's not make a habit of it.

His name's Leonard Stevens,
and he appears to have been stabbed.

Do we know by whom?

We were all dancing
and he just collapsed mid-song.

That's his dance partner over there.

No.
Do we have a murder weapon?

But...rather a suspicious lot of cash
to be carrying around, don't you think?

You went through his pockets?

I have a mind to charge you
with interference.

Come on, Jack. I secured the scene.

Log it.

Let's see if we can
come up with a weapon.

And I want everybody searched.

(CLEARS THROAT)

The...the women too, sir?

There's no lady constable
to call on, Collins.

Do your best.

(SOBS) He was going to marry me.

Sure he was, sugar,
and I'm the Queen of Sheba.

Look. There ain't nothing here.

And there ain't nothing here
that's good enough for you.

(CLEARS THROAT)

Can't you take pity on him?

Make me an honorary constable.

Uh, no, thanks.

Collins could do with the practice.

Has he asked Miss Williams to
the Firemen and Policemen's Ball yet?

Not that I'm aware of.
Dotty wouldn't keep that to herself.

Hm. He tells me he's working on it.

So how well did you know
Leonard Stevens?

Who said I did?

I thought from the comment
you made to Pansy earlier.

He's been hanging around this club

since we started out
a few weeks back,

and, uh...I've seen enough
to know he's a creep.

Uh, Miss Fisher.

I see you've made
Noreen's acquaintance.

Allow me to introduce Ben Rogers,

the best cornet player
in the Southern Hemisphere.

I know it's hardly the time
or place, Mr. Rogers,

but I enjoyed your solo.

NOREEN: Easy, sugar.

He's a married man.

Huh, what's the matter?

Ain't you ever seen a black and white
married couple before?

As far as I'm concerned,

everybody should be allowed
to marry whomever they choose,

though, personally,
I'm not the marrying kind.

MAN: Move away
towards the exit, please.

I understand you're the band leader.

Did you see anything from the stage?

I was dancing with Miss Fisher.

JACK: I thought Mr. Freeman
was your dance partner.

In fact, where is Mr. Freeman?

He couldn't cope
with the sight of blood

and rushed to the gents'
to retch his heart out.

Constable.

So, good vantage point
from up there.

Do you recall seeing anything?

I remember, um, Noreen
and all the glasses smashing.

When my baby's hopped up on jazz,

he don't remember nothing.

No-one left in the gents', sir.

JACK: Left the scene of the crime.
Interesting.

DOT: It's all over the newspaper, Miss —

your friend, Mr. Freeman.

He's wanted for questioning.

Did he do it? Mr. Freeman.

The murder?

I wouldn't have thought
Charles the type.

But then I have no idea why he chose
to escape out the bathroom window.

Was Constable Collins there, Miss?

Yes, Dot, dashing as ever.

And I must tell you, Dot —

Mr. Collins wants to invite you
to the Firemen and Policemen's Ball.

Well, he's leaving his run
a bit late.

It's this Saturday.

Yes, well, he might need
some encouragement.

Like what?

You might need to invite him instead.

Me ask him?

It's just not how it's done.
Poppycock.

(KNOCK AT DOOR)

A Mrs. Adele Freeman
on the telephone.

She's most insistent
she speak with you

about her son, Charles.

MAID: Mrs. Freeman won't be long.

(FIRE CRACKLES)

WOMAN: If only Vic
was still with us.

Thank you for coming so quickly.

I've been worried sick
about Charles.

Still no word, I take it?
No, nothing.

Oh, Phryne, I can't believe it.

They think my Charlie a murderer.

They'll hang him. I know they will.

I...I can't lose another son.

I'll do whatever you want,
pay any fee.

Don't worry, Mrs. Freeman.
I'll do my best to protect Charles.

Thank God.
And no payment will be necessary.

Vic and I were very close once.
That's enough for me.

Well, thank you, child. Thank you.

Oh, a sherry?

Did you know Leonard Stevens?

The murdered man? No.

Charles never mentioned him?

Not that I recall.

I saw them talking
together at the club.

The conversation got quite heated.

(EXHALES)

I need you to prove
my son's innocence, not guilt.

Do you have any idea where he is?

Charles has a set of friends,

frivolous, idle young men
who have no thought to work.

Life for them
is one big celebration.

Anyone he might have confided in?

You could try speaking
with Bobby Sullivan.

He and Charles are thick as thieves.

So all we've got to go on
is this Sullivan bloke

lodges somewhere in Richmond.

From what I know. But he's not fond
of work and likes a bit of a party.

And Mrs. Freeman mentioned

that Charles and Bobby
play competition darts

at a hotel somewhere near
Sullivan's flat every Thursday.

It's gonna be hard to track him down
on that much information.

Kingston Pub runs a big darts comp.

Good! Now someone's thinking.

I'll leave it in your
capable hands, gentlemen.

This wound is small
and unusually neat.

There's no tearing present,

suggesting that the angle of attack
was more likely horizontal...

...like a rapier.

There was no swordplay
at the Green Mill last night.

Horseplay, on the other hand...

Hello, Jack,
Constable Collins, Dr. Johnson.

I...I'm afraid this won't do.

Uh, I have never seen a woman

step foot inside
this building in my time.

Miss Fisher is under
the mistaken impression

she's a part of
the Victorian Constabulary.

Come on, Jack, Mrs. Freeman
has asked me to look for her son

and I promise to share
any leads I come up with

during my own investigation.

You may stay...on the proviso
you utter not one word.

Do you follow?

Most likely, the weapon
was some sort of thin knife,

a stiletto perhaps.

Or a hatpin?

It's possible.

Constable?

Uh, I'm afraid there
were s-so many women, s-sir,

I didn't think to check.

You seem so certain
that Charles is guilty,

but pray tell me,
what was his motive?

Witnesses saw them arguing.
Perhaps his motive was money.

Then why did he leave
the cash behind?

Perhaps because you fished it
out of the deceased's pockets

before he had the opportunity,
Miss Fisher.

Charles needed cash. He practically
begged me to buy his plane.

But I don't believe
he's capable of violence.

His record speaks otherwise.

He has a record?

He was recently
charged with affray —

punched a man in a public bar.

Do we know who this man was?
The deceased — Leonard Stevens.

(CHOOK CLUCKS)

Who's our guest?

Won her in the darts comp.

Congratulations.

We tracked down your Sullivan bloke.

He's waiting in the parlour, Miss.

Thank you.

(CLUCKS)

Chicken fricassee tonight, Mr. Butler?

Don't you listen to her, Mildred.

I went to a party
directly from the Green Mill.

Didn't get in till the wee hours.

Paying for it now, of course —
ghastly hangover.

A murder?
Not long after you left.

Good God. Who was the victim?

A man called Leonard Stevens.

The police think Charles is guilty.
What?!

Charlie wouldn't hurt a fly.

Apparently that's not true.

What was going on between
Charles and Leonard Stevens?

I don't know anyone by that name.
That's odd.

I swear I saw the three of you

in a rather heated
discussion at the Green Mill.

I think you've got me
mistaken for someone else.

Now if you've finished with me...

...I'm late for a luncheon.

Don't let me keep you.

'Bye, Mr. Sullivan.

(DOOR OPENS)

(DOOR SHUTS)

It was a fluke!
Come on, then.

Show me how it's done.

We need to put a tail on Mr. Sullivan.

As much as I like to live dangerously,
let's lose the darts.

(TENSE MUSIC)

PHRYNE: Good. Stay back.

I'll be fine from here.

COLLINS: Stevens had no listing,
sir, but I asked around.

ROBINSON: I'll drive, Collins.

COLLINS: Take the next left, sir.

(BRAKES SQUEAL)

That looks like it —
corner of Highbury Road.

COLLINS: And I believe
that's Miss Fisher.

(THUD!)

(RUSTLES PAPERS)

Oh! Oh, Miss Fisher.

What are you doing here?
I could ask you the same question.

Please give that back.

It belongs to me.

Most interesting given that this
is Leonard Stevens's apartment.

I don't want to have to hurt you.

(SCOFFS) Turning to break and enter,
are we, Miss Fisher?

Hello, Jack.

Actually, I don't think
I broke anything.

The window was already open.

And, like Peter Pan,
you just flew in.

Actually, Bobby came in first
and I just followed him.

Bobby Sullivan,
meet Inspector Robinson.

Bobby was at
the Green Mill last night

and he's a very good friend
of Charles Freeman's.

What's your story?

Hand it over.

Is that...

Oh! Dear God.

Break and enter? You're not
seriously going to charge me.

Uh, Miss Fisher, please...

if you could stand
as still as possible,

that would be much appreciated.

Thank you. Steady.
And one, two... (LAUGHS)

Miss Williams.

At last, my visitor!

Dot, what have you
brought me for lunch?

I thought you were
telephoning your solicitor.

My solicitor can't cook.
Oh.

Will that be all, Miss?
Yes, thank you, Dot.

Why don't you show
Miss Williams out?

(QUIRKY PIANO MUSIC)

Alright.

(OFF-KEY PIANO CHORD)

(PHONE RINGS)

It's alright if you're busy.
Just...

OK.
I can wait.

(PHONE CONTINUES RINGING)

Ci...

City South Police Station.
Constable Collins speaking.

Let's see. Mmm!

Try this gratin, Jack.

You're not taking
the situation seriously.

I haven't taken anything
seriously since 1918.

Shouldn't you
be clapping me in irons?

Too much paperwork.

If I feed you some more,

may I see what's in that folder?

Mmm.

Did you know Charles
was a homosexual?

Well, I do enjoy having
some effect on a man

and my powder was clearly wasted
on Charles.

The photos were taken
by Leonard Stevens.

He was extorting money
from them both.

So you think that
gives Charles a motive?

It gives Bobby Sullivan
a motive too.

What will become of them?

Aside from being murder suspects,

they'll stand trial for sodomy
and if found guilty, serve time.

A jail sentence for loving someone?

I am the servant of the law,
not its master.

Well, in this case the law is an ass.

SULLIVAN: He'd been
blackmailing us for months.

Up until last night,
Charles had been the one

making all the payments to Leonard.

Each one was
supposed to be the last.

No.
But it never was?

I told Leonard
we had nothing left...

...not that he believed us.

He said he would go to the papers
with the photographs.

Is that when you'd had enough?

He had the plates hidden somewhere.

We couldn't go to the police
or we'd end up in jail anyway.

We were trapped.

And that's why you broke into
Leonard's apartment.

Once I knew Leonard was dead,

I knew the police would
be going over his affairs.

I wanted to beat them
to the photographs.

Do you think Charles
killed Leonard Stevens?

I wouldn't blame him if he had.

Poor dear Charlie.

If the money on Leonard Stevens's body
wasn't Charles's, whose was it?

I suspect Leonard had quite a number

of unwilling contributors
to his bank account,

including a Mrs. Freeman.

Charles's mother?

I contacted Leonard Stevens's bank

for a copy of his
financial transactions.

Apart from a whole lot
of unexplained cash,

it seems that Mrs. Freeman

had been sending a cheque
every month for the last two years.

Maybe Charles
persuaded her to help him.

A mother's shame perhaps?

And she grew tired
of digging him out of trouble.

So his lifeline ran dry.

And he became desperate.

Desperate enough to try and sell you
a plane you don't want

and perhaps desperate enough
to kill someone.

Who says I don't want that plane?

Here, you take this.
You have that lean, hungry look.

Come on, Dot.
DOT: Yes, Miss.

So, Collins, did you ask
Miss Williams to the ball?

(SIGHS) I, uh...

I'm not sure about her, sir.

Good God, man. It's just a dance,
not a proposal of marriage.

I...I think she might
be a Catholic, sir.

Oh, for Godsake. It's not as if
she were born with two heads.

Well, that would be preferable
in the eyes of my mother.

I telephoned. Bert and Cec should be
here any minute now, Miss.

A job for you, Dot.

Is it dangerous, deceitful or dodgy?

This one's almost devout.

St. Anthony's in Alphington —
sound like your lot?

Definitely. The one
by the railway line.

Find out if any wedding banns
have been posted recently

under the names of our dead man,
Leonard Stevens,

and a Miss Pansy Annabelle Shore.

You take the cab.

When you're done at the church,
meet me at Mrs. Freeman's.

Mrs. Freeman, you told me
you didn't know Leonard Stevens.

I don't see how it's relevant.

Not relevant?

Your son has been
accused of his murder.

Leonard Stevens
used to work for the family.

He claimed he was an accountant,

but he was nothing
but a scoundrel and a cheat.

I dismissed him.
That was a long time ago.

Well, he was being paid a princely sum
from your personal cheque account

for the past two years.

You clearly knew him well.

And you have remarkably
few regrets about his death.

I don't like your tone.

And I don't like being lied to.

Were you protecting Charles?

Charles was also
paying off Leonard Stevens.

Charles?

I presumed you knew all about it.

Leonard Stevens
was in possession of...

...compromising photographs...

...evidence of Charles's
particular disposition

when it came to his choice in lovers.

Charles is of
no particular disposition.

He has just not found
the right woman yet. (CHUCKLES)

I don't know that he will ever
intend to find the right woman or...

...any woman at all,

if the photographs
are anything to go by.

Oh... Where are
these photographs now?

With the police.

My Charlie!

PHRYNE: So how was church?

Mr. Stevens and Miss Shore's
wedding was cancelled

a day after the banns were posted.

Father Kenny thinks
the groom got cold feet.

So Pansy's a jilted bride.

How interesting.

Thank you, Dot.

'Pansy' — it's a very
appropriate name

for someone in your line of business.

I've already told the coppers
everything I know. Clear off!

I've got a living to make.

Your fiancé made
a very comfortable living

out of keeping other people's secrets
nice and safe...for a price.

Leonard never talked shop with me.

I suppose you were too busy

making wedding plans
that never came to pass.

It must have been disappointing,

ordering the invitations
for your big day

only to have Leonard get the jitters
and call the whole thing off.

It wasn't called off.
It was postponed.

Leonard has a business trip.
Shows how much you know.

A business trip?

Still, if I'd been in your shoes...

My shoes?! What would
you know about anything?

You with your fancy clothes
and your good looks,

you can have any man you like.

Girls like me, it's not so easy.

Irises for the wife, sir?

I'll take the lot.

Did Leonard have other girlfriends?

Oh, what do you reckon?
He was a charmer.

Then I wouldn't blame you
for wanting to wring his neck.

There was one girl.

I could smell her perfume on him
a mile off.

A sickly smell, like dead roses.

(UPBEAT JAZZ MUSIC)

(PEOPLE CHATTER IN DISTANCE)

(FOOTSTEPS APPROACH)

(AMERICAN ACCENT) I don't recall
inviting you into my dressing-room.

I'll overlook it just this once.

Nice fragrance. What is it?

Midnight Rose.

Did Len like it?

Sorry. Your husband's
name's Ben, isn't it?

(SCOFFS)
Girl, you must be half fried

'cause you ain't making any sense.

His fiancée seemed to think
he was sweet on you.

I am a happily married woman,

and even if I wasn't, I wouldn't hardly
break the bonds of a marriage

for a sap like Leonard Stevens.

Nobody I know liked that man.

Even the night he was bumped off,

someone had him cornered out back
with a pistol at his neck.

Do you mean Charles Freeman?

Not that Ethel. I know Charlie.

It was some, uh, mug
with a big hat and a scarf.

Why didn't you tell the police?

Why would I tell the cops anything?

I hardly got a look
at the mystery man.

But, you know, if I did
and if he did pull that trigger,

I still wouldn't tell the cops.

What on earth
did Leonard Stevens have on you?

(CLEARS THROAT) Everything alright?

Everything's fine, honey.

Miss Fisher was just
admiring my perfume.

(SULTRY JAZZ MUSIC)

(SINGS) ♪ Ohh, ohh, ohh

♪ Ohh, ohh, ohh

♪ Ohh, ohh, ohh, ohh... ♪

So were they married here
or in America?

Here. Noreen's from Virginia.

They don't allow
interracial marriages.

I hosted the wedding myself.

That's kind of you.

(CHUCKLES) No.

I was looking after number one.

I secured the best jazz singer
in the business.

♪ Yeah, yeah, yeah

(TRUMPETER ECHOES MELODY)

♪ Yeah, yeah, yeah... ♪

May I borrow this photograph?

I'll consider it
if you'll consider allowing me to...

“escort you home.

(SMOOTH JAZZ MUSIC PLAYS)

Sonny Clay's Plantation Orchestra.

Hit the Tivoli Circuit in Sydney
a few weeks ago.

Then they're heading
down to Melbourne.

I've read about them.

35 black musicians.
Must be quite a band.

A big hit with the ladies,
so I hear.

Must have made them
very popular with the authorities.

Oh, that's nothing
a jazz man can't handle.

Mmm...

You have me thoroughly syncopated,
Mr. Stone,

but I'm not ready to swoon just yet.

Well, that's a shame.

How about you tell me

what Leonard Stevens
knew about Noreen Rogers?

(CHUCKLES)

You're the band manager. What you
don't know isn't worth knowing.

He must have had something on her...

(STOPS RECORD PLAYER)
..a skeleton in the closet,

a shameful secret.

(CHUCKLES)

Maybe she was wanted by the police.

I'm gonna have to get my head right.
I'm not quite following you.

What's the matter, Mr. Stone?

Cat got your tongue?

(CAR HORN BLARES)

Still no firm suspects, Miss?

Too many suspects, Dot.
That's the problem.

There's Bobby, Pansy,
Charles, Noreen...

Mrs. Freeman has her reasons.

And Tintagel Stone knows more
than I can coax out of him.

It's as if Leonard Stevens
had a target on his back.

Could you pass me
my magnifier, please, Dot?

Noreen said she saw a man threatening
Leonard Stevens in the laneway,

a man with a large hat and a scarf.

It can't be.

But that's a fly-boy's scarf
if ever I've seen one.

Aviators wear them.

And is that so mysterious, Miss?

It is when the aviator's
supposed to be dead.

Dot, get me the number
for the Repatriation Department.

Oh. And, Dot, Constable Collins
will come to collect this photograph.

Would you mind dealing with him?

I...I'll try my best, Miss.

(QUIRKY PIANO MUSIC)

Victor Freeman.

(FOOTSTEPS APPROACH)
(MUTTERS) Miss Williams...

(SIGHS CHEERFULLY)
Morning, Constable Collins.

Um, Miss Fisher
asked me to give this to you.

Thank you, Miss Williams.

And I'm sure she wouldn't mind you
borrowing this magnifying glass

should you need to see the details.

Well, we have magnifiers
down at the station.

Uh, much appreciated all the same.

Oh, well, suit yourself, then.

And these scones —

they're warm from the cooker —

with Mr. Butler's
mulberry jam and clotted cream.

Thank you.

I... (STAMMERS)
I was wondering if...

I mean, would you...

I suppose what I'm trying
to ask is would you...

Oh, for goodness sake, Hugh Collins.

Would you do me the honour
of accompanying me

to the Firemen and Policemen's Ball?

No. I mean, yes!

Yes. But, no,
I'm supposed to ask you.

(LAUGHS) Well, we could all die waiting
for that to happen.

And I have to sew my dress.

And all this time I thought you'd
never be seen with a Protestant.

Um...a Protestant?

You...you being Catholic, that is.

(STAMMERS) Well, I...

Well, it's not like I was born
with two heads, is it?

No.

And it's just a dance after all.

That's right.

No harm in a dance.

(BOTH LAUGH NERVOUSLY)

PHRYNE: Anyone home?

Hello?

MRS FREEMAN: Charles,
stop this nonsense at once!

CHARLES: Leave me alone, Mother.
I'm warning you!

Charlie, this is a fool's business.

You must turn yourself in before
the situation gets out of hand!

It's already out of hand!

I'm a wanted man, Mother.

Half the Victorian Police
are hunting me.

You can't outrun them, Charles.

What are you doing here?

Your mother's right.
Running's not the solution.

I'm not gonna let them
slip a noose around my neck.

You'll never make it.
All the ports are on alert.

Then I'll go out
in a blaze of glory.

I don't think that's an option
your brother would approve of.

Is it, Mrs. Freeman?

I made a telephone call
to Repatriation.

Oh, no, please. This is unnecessary.

You weren't the only one being
blackmailed by Stevens, Charles.

He got to your mother too.

She has secrets of her own.

Don't listen to her, Charlie.
Tell him!

It's the only way to stop this.

Vic didn't die in the war.

He was shot down over Ypres.

He was wounded...

...but he didn't die.

He's been living on a war pension.

No, he was killed in action.

For seven long years,
I thought so too.

When I found out he was alive,
I was over the moon.

An old neighbour saw him.

He was shearing up in Talbotville.

But I...I don't understand.
Why didn't he come home?

Well, I don't understand either.

I...I pleaded with him,
but it was no good.

He wanted his solitude
more than his own family.

That's what the war did to him.

You let me think he was dead?!

He didn't want anything
to do with us, Charlie.

How could I tell you that?
I deserve the truth!

I paid up to keep
your brother's secret

until Stevens wanted more.

That's when Vic came to town.

I was so afraid he'd
do something terrible.

What has he done?

He was seen at the Green Mill
the night Stevens died.

No, Vic wouldn't kill a man.

We don't know him anymore, Charlie.

He may have done it.
He may know who did.

Either way, we have to find him.

Where is he?
Charlie, there's no point.

Where in Talbotville?
I want the exact address!

Charlie!

I'll find it.

Talbotville's at least a day's drive.

You know how to fly.

I'm a bit rusty.

(GENTLE MUSIC)

Contact.
Contact!

(ENGINE WHIRRS)

It was considerate of Miss Fisher

to provide a photograph
of the night in question,

though I'm not sure how it helps.

This telegram might, sir.

It's from the police department
in Jamestown, Virginia.

I made inquiries
about Noreen Rogers.

Bigamy.

Her previous husband is Jacob Reed

and he's listed on the marriage
certificate as deceased.

Only he's not dead.

It could be the secret

Leonard Stevens wanted
to blackmail her with.

Good work, Collins.

Let's get her in.

We better start looking
for somewhere to put her down.

(GENTLE MUSIC)

(MAN GRUNTS)

For 10 years I thought
you were dead, Vic.

I can't sleep without
waking up in a lather

imagining you all alone,
dying in a ditch somewhere.

PHRYNE: Charles is on the run
from the Victorian Police

on suspicion of murder.

He's a little overwrought.

Hello, Vic. It's been a while.

Tell me why you did it.

Give me the gun, Charlie.

Tell me why you made us suffer.

I'll put the billy on.

Not one letter.

Didn't you wonder about us? About me?

All the time.

Well, that's some way to show it.

I came back to Melbourne.
When?

Three years ago
when Mother tracked me down.

She could hardly look at me.
All she did was sob.

I saw you arrive from the window.

I left before you came in.

PHRYNE: But you saw him again, Vic,

a few days ago at the Green Mill.

Yes, I was there.
Why?

To see Leonard Stevens.
He was blackmailing Mother.

He said he'd tell you I was alive,

that money was never
gonna be enough to end it.

She was frightened.
I had to do something.

Did you kill him — Leonard Stevens?

No, of course not.

PHRYNE: Well, somebody did, Vic,

and right now your brother
is a wanted man

because he also had a motive
to kill Stevens.

What motive?

Charlie?

He found out I had a lover.

You might remember him.
Bobby Sullivan.

You see?

Mother wanted her hero,
but you never came back, Vic,

not for her, not for me.

Look at you. And look at
the kind of man I turned out to be.

That's all she's got.

Charlie!

He won't get far.

Not unless he learns how to fly.

You flew my mother's plane.

Luckily, my skills have improved
since the first time you took me up.

Do you remember asking me
to visit your brother...

...if you didn't make it?

It took me 10 years,
but I kept my promise.

You haven't changed.

Neither have you.

Still dashingly handsome...

...in the right light.

NOREEN:
What's this all about?

We just have a few
questions, Mrs. Rogers.

Or is it Mrs. Reed?

STONE: Noreen, you don't have to
say anything. They can't force you.

I suggest you stick
to playing the banjo

and leave the law to me, Mr. Stone.

Look, anything you want to ask her
you can say in front of me.

If that's the way you both want it.

Maybe you should
wait outside, honey.

What? Why?
You've got nothing to hide.

We finally found out
what you didn't want anyone to know.

What...

...what are you talking about?

In this country,
and I believe in yours,

bigamy is a jailable offence.

What? You're already married?

It's not how you think.

I was 16 and a fool
when I married Jake.

I didn't know
what I was getting into.

No, no, no.
I don't want to hear this.

What else have you lied about?
Nothing!

None of this changes what we have.
I've only ever loved you!

He was a drunken animal, OK?
He used to beat her like a dog.

He wouldn't give her a divorce.

You let me marry her...
Hey, hey!

...knowing she was already taken, hm?

You guys wanted to be together.
I was just trying to help.

You helped yourself.

Getting us hitched was good
for the business, wasn't it?

You mercenary bastard.

You know, I always thought
you were a hack musician,

but you sure played me.

Stay here, Collins, and take notes.

Let's move on to the topic
of Mr. Leonard Stevens.

You recall him —
large, boorish, dead.

(SNIFFLES) Let's call
a spade a spade.

You wanna know if I killed him.

Did you?

Well, sure I did.
And I'd do it again.

The low-down dog deserved it.

What did you do with the weapon?

I smuggled it out in my garter.

Honey, it was so far up my thigh

I would've slugged you
if you even tried.

Later that night I got rid of it.

Where?

Inside the cistern
above the ladies' john.

How did you kill him?

I stabbed him.

Show me. Stand up.

Pretend this is the knife.

OK, show me how you did it.
Imagine I'm Stevens.

(SIGHS) I was moving
through with my drinks

and as I passed him
I just stabbed him.

One more time.

Are you sure you remember correctly?

It ain't something
I'm likely to forget.

A word outside, Collins.

One moment, Mrs. Rogers.

The angle of attack is all wrong.
You don't think she did it?

No, she's protecting someone.
The question is who?

Her husband, the cornet player?

That's what I thought too,
but he was on stage the whole time.

And too far away.

Better take a car to the Green Mill,

see if you can find
the weapon where she said.

(CRICKETS CHIRP)

Do the police really think
Charles is capable of murder?

My money was on you.

No, I gave him a scare. That's all.

I keep trying to piece together
what happened.

(MUTED MUSIC AND LAUGHTER)

PHRYNE: Noreen
looked back at the band.

The glasses smashed.
The cornet went awry.

Pansy screamed, Leonard slumped

and then all hell broke loose.

So what was Ben doing
that worried Noreen so much?

NOREEN: You must be half fried
'cause you ain't making any sense.

I think we should
head home at first light.

But how will you
clear Charles's name?

I think I know who killed Leonard
and I have an idea how.

Stay here with me, Charlie.

Even if Phryne can get you
off this murder charge,

they're still gonna lock you up.

So what do I do?

Hide out here while Bobby
faces jail by himself?

I can't do that.

You're right, Charlie.

Hiding's for cowards.

You're a braver man than I am.

Dear Lord, I beseech you
to look after the little orphans

and those with less than I
and those without good health

and the zebra in the zoo —
you know, the one with the gammy leg.

And...

Well, if after all that, Lord,
you still have some time,

Perhaps...

...perhaps you could send
Mr. Collins some kind of sign...

...you know, to let him know
you're Catholic.

(ENGINE WHIRRS)

PHRYNE: See? He's made
modifications here and here.

I don't know who has
the more fanciful imagination —

Rogers for coming up with it
or you for working it out.

Jack! Me obviously.

Hmph.

Show in Mr. Rogers,
please, Constable.

The man himself.

Your instrument, I believe.

And our murder weapon.

So what? It doesn't prove a thing.

You're jumping the gun.
No-one's accusing you.

We already have our murderer.

Your wife gave us a full confession.

Noreen? I don't believe you.

Your wife's statement.
It's all there in black and white.

She confessed to everything.

She killed him because he was
blackmailing her about the bigamy.

He demanded sexual favours
and she had no choice but to submit.

Stevens is the real
scoundrel in this.

Damn shame she'll hang.

Why...

...why would she...

Amazing what people will do for love.

She didn't do it.

We were hoping you would
do the gentlemanly thing.

Stevens started sniffing around

the first night
we played at the Green Mill.

Come in, please, Collins.

But Noreen always had
a gaggle of admirers,

so I didn't pay him too much notice.

But one day I caught them.

(DARK MUSIC)

She denied it,
of course, but I knew.

(MUTED CHATTING
AND LAUGHTER)

(PEOPLE GASP AND SCREAM)

PANSY: Help! Somebody help!

BEN ROGERS: I thought she loved him.

NOREEN SINGS IN DISTANCE:
♪ My mamma says I'm reckless

♪ My daddy says I'm wild

♪ My mamma says I'm reckless

♪ My daddy says I'm wild

♪ And I ain't somebody's baby

♪ But I'm an angel child... ♪

Absolutely divine, Dot.
You're such a clever girl.

Now for the finishing touch.

Beautiful.

Oh.
(DOOR OPENS)

No, Miss.
I'll go and take it off. It's too much.

A Mr. Collins for Miss Williams.

Hello, Hugh.

Not bad for a Catholic.

(FOOTSTEPS APPROACH)

You summoned me,
Inspector Robinson.

Yes.

I found these plates
underneath the floorboards

of Leonard Stevens's apartment.

And what do you want me
to do with them?

Have them incinerated.

I thought your hands were tied.

Yes, but yours are not.

(UPBEAT JAZZ MUSIC)

(CHUCKLES)

(UPBEAT JAZZ MUSIC CONTINUES)