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♪ Wait, oh, yes,
Wait minute, Mr Postman

♪ Wait
Wait-ait-ait-ait, Mr Postman

♪ Mr Postman, let me see
Oh, yeah

♪ If there's a letter in your bag
for me

♪ Please, please, Mr Po-o-ostman
Oh, yeah... ♪

Executive meeting. Camelot Room.

It's arrived.

Well, after an extensive 12-month
search in Papua New Guinea,

this, um...
this is all we have left of her.

Found after a landslide
in the Wahgi Valley.

So they've given up?

Officially. Yes.

But my very dear friend,
tribal chief Kabui,

is eternally grateful that the
mystery of his son's disappearance

is solved

and he's promised me that
he will never stop looking for her.

Yeah, and if anyone could survive
a plane crash in the jungle,

it's... it's Phryne Fisher.

Who will stand up to all the bullies
and bigots in this town?

Well, it's up to all of us now,
Violetta,

'cause god knows how
we could ever replace her.

No, no, this one's too tight.

Oh. Here.

So, what happened to the job
at the pharmacy, dear?

Oh, you know...

Same thing that happened
at the bakery?

Oh! Tea break!

15 minutes, Peregrine.

Sure.

Yeah, baby! Give it some more.

Yeah!

- Oh!
- Whew!

So, what do you think?

- Oh, I love it when you buy new toys.
- Oh, yeah?

How much?

This much.

Peregrine Fisher, how long was this
perming lotion on Mrs Judd's hair?

Too long?

I'm so sorry, Mrs J.

That's it. Hand over the uniform
and get out.

We all know you've had a hard time
since your mother died, sweetheart,

but unless you change your attitude,

your life will amount to even less
than hers did.

"Please attend urgent meeting
regarding your inheritance."

Inheritance?

Bye, Mum.

This time I really am going.

I love you.

♪ Today I met the boy I'm gonna marry

♪ He's all I wanted all my life
and even more

♪ He smiled at me
and the music started playing

♪ 'Here Comes the Bride'
when he walked through the door

♪ Today I met the boy I'm gonna marry

♪ The boy whose life and dreams
and love I want to share... ♪

The bow is perfect and so are you.
Off you go.

♪ On my hand
a band of gold appears before me

♪ The band of gold I always... ♪

My biggest show of the year, Maggie.

Is it too much to expect that my own
wife should show some interest?

It's alright, Mother. We're here now.

Looks like Florence
has outdone herself.

Gorgeous.

I checked Florence.
No-one's seen her.

Ugh.

♪ When we kissed,
I felt a sweet sensation

♪ This time
it wasn't just my imagination

♪ Today I met the boy I'm gonna marry

♪ He's just what I've been waiting
for... ♪

- Has Barbie turned up?
- No.

- Has she even telephoned?
- No. Sorry, Miss Astor.

I can't believe that she has missed
the entire parade.

And totally ruined the finale.

♪ Today I met the boy
I'm going to marry... ♪

OK, Pansy, this one's yours.

- Go get dressed.
- Yes!

Looking forward to that.
Looking forward to it.

Ssh, shh, shh.

Barbie!

Everyone out!

Everybody out! Now!

Oh, my god!
How do we get her down?

Poor Barbie!

Look at Harvey White over there.

He's practically crowing.

I'm sure our customers
will remain loyal, Mr Blair.

Ah, Chief Inspector Sparrow.

- Oh, yeah.
- Come through.

Steed. Do we know Barbie doll died?

Uh, Barbie Jones, sir.

Looks like she was strangled
with some kind of a cord

but there's no sign
of a murder weapon.

Any idea when?

Ms Jones' landlady
just confirmed sighting her

late last night at her home.

We're assuming some time early
this morning before the store opened.

Blair's missus looks like
a bit of a worry.

Mrs Maggie Blair. She didn't arrive
until late with her son Colin.

Assistant manager.

And what about the staff?
Who else was around?

Well, uh, Mr Terence Blair,
his secretary Joyce Hirsch,

Miss Astor, the designer.

The other models
were in the dressing room.

We've got the head storeman
Lewis Knox down...

Yeah, righto. Righto. Righto.

Uh, these clothes
belong to the victim?

I'd say removed with force,
maybe after she was killed.

So our killer could dress her
like a fairy.

A bride.

This world is full of weirdos.

♪ Girl, I see you
walking down the street

♪ You're the one that I want to meet

♪ Yeah, you know you look so fair

♪ I use all the comb on my hair

♪ Stand there
Stand there

♪ Hey, girl
Stand there

♪ Stand there
Stand there... ♪

- Good morning.
- Hello!

Are you here for the lecture?

What... No. What lecture?

Oh. Hi.

Uh, who are you here to see?

Uh, I don't really know.

Do you have an appointment?

Or a password?

Uh... A what?

On your appointment card.

Oh. Uh, maybe. Hang on.

Yeah, sorry, all the appointments
are held later on in the afternoon.

- We'll be happy to see you then.
- Oh...

Oh... But...

Here. No, I have it. I have it. I...

Hello?

Women are, on average, lighter,
smaller and require less oxygen

and American space testing last year
proved that women candidates

surpassed the men.

Oh...

And so...

first human to complete
an orbit of the Earth...

And so, Yuri Gagarin's
most important achievement

is not becoming
the first Russian cosmonaut

to be launched into space...

Argh... Oh...

...but becoming the trainer
for five women candidates

who hope to follow in his footsteps.

Thank you, Violetta.

Let's hope that brings us
one step closer

to that first woman on the moon!

Kookaburra!

Here.

- The password.
- Who the hell are you?

I'm Peregrine Fisher.

Does anyone have a ladder?

The lawyer has instructed me
to distribute your aunt's estate,

so that is what I must do.

Here is, uh,
the key to your house...

My house?

...and the key to your car.

What kind of car?

Why? Will you be giving it back?

Probably not.

Wow. What about this club?

Do I get to be part of this?

Oh! Do I get this chair?

No.

Miss Fisher,
that's not how this club works.

Every woman here is remarkable.

Innika Heppela - the first woman
to climb Mount Kilimanjaro.

Michiko Sato -
international fencing champion.

Mini Bell - world-renowned botanist.

Violetta Fellini -
professor of microbiology,

Melbourne University.

Florence Astor -
champion of the trouser suit

and liberator of women's fashion.

She's late this morning.

Yes, but she did just sign
a contract with Ryan's

of Fifth Avenue in New York.

And my sister, Birdie,
fought for the resistance...

- Samuel...
- OK. Yeah. I get the picture.

What about my aunt? What did she do
that was so remarkable?

You don't know?

My mother never
talked about her family.

She just said that she was
the abandoned love-child.

Your aunt didn't abandon
your mother.

Her philandering father
only confessed on his death bed

that Phryne had a half-sister

and... oh, she was desperate
to find her

but... every letter
that Phryne wrote to your mother

was returned unopened.

So, my aunt never knew I existed?

But I think she would've liked you.

We were both backstage,
Mr Lewis.

Did anyone see the deceased arrive
for work this morning?

No-one during the show. We just
thought Miss Jones was running late.

It wasn't unusual. Barbie had
a habit of holding everyone up.

Seems surprising that no-one
noticed her up on that cake.

We were under strict instructions
not to touch it.

Florence Astor is very particular.

You should've heard the argument
she had with Barbie yesterday.

Really? Do you know where
Miss Astor is now?

Right.

My wedding show was a disaster.

Florence, weddings are always
a disaster - for the bride.

Mine was murdered.

Barbie Jones is dead.

How awful!

I turned around, the curtains
went up and there she was,

on the cake, dead.

Best of luck, Miss Fisher.

She was young. She was beautiful.
She had her whole life ahead of her.

Well, that's motive enough for some.

The police have been asking me
all sorts of questions.

Maybe they suspect you of something.

Of what? Who is this girl?

Meet Peregrine Fisher, Florence.
Phryne's niece.

Really? I had no idea.
No, none of us did.

Oh, I miss Phryne.

And god knows I need
a good detective right now.

A detective? Is that what she was?

It doesn't run in the family,
does it?

Well, no, I don't think so, but I'm
more than happy to give it a whirl.

Hey, detecting was not a whirl
for your aunt.

It was a vocation.

And it's one fraught with danger
and heartache,

so maybe you should simply be happy
with your windfall, Miss Fisher.

She is only trying to help.
Well...

If you ever prove yourself half
the investigator that your aunt was,

please feel free to come back,
offer again.

Maybe you'll let me in the gate
next time.

Thanks for the patch-up.

I still think your passport idea
was a good one, Samuel.

Oh...

Adventuresses' Club.
Yes, Detective Steed.

I'll just see
if Miss Astor is here for you.

Are you sure this is
the right address?

Yep. It's the one you gave me.

Oh, wow.

♪ You will shout when it hits you

♪ Yes, indeed
Yes, indeed

♪ Yeah, you'll shout
when it hits you

♪ Yes, indeed
Yes, indeed

♪ When that spirit hits you

♪ You'll holler "Yes, indeed." ♪

- Thank you.
- ♪ Yes, indeed

♪ Yes, indeed. ♪

Who are you? What are you doing here?

You better get out of here
before I call the cops.

You do that, girlie.

What...

Hey!

Oh!

17, 18, 19, 21...

Oh, that bastard!

No...

No...

Hello, beautiful.

Whoo-hoo!

I need to report a theft.

Um, have...
Have you seen the front desk?

Yes. It's very nice.

Somebody broke in and stole one of
these. Number 20, to be precise.

They belong to my aunt.

Oh, well, now I guess
they belong to me.

- You're Phryne Fisher's niece?
- Peregrine Fisher.

Did you hear what I just said?

He was a horrible man in a bad suit
with no manners and...

Is this young lady giving you
trouble, Detective?

- No.
- Not yet.

Chief Inspector Sparrow,
this is Peregrine Fisher.

- Fisher.
- That's right.

And you trespassed.

Well, I'm really glad
you dropped by, girlie.

We can have a little chat and get
a few things straightened out.

If you'd like to step this way...

Yes. I will.

I go wherever I want in this town,

anywhere, anyhow,
because I've earnt it.

You want to debate that?

You could wait for an invitation
next time.

Your aunt was the bane of my life

and the day I heard she crashed
was a very happy day for me.

But you, little Miss Fisher,
you're just a little fish.

If you start to annoy me,
I'll come after you and batter you

and cook you and eat you up.

Long time no see, Birnside.

Miss Astor is here
for her interview.

Well, I hope it goes really well.

Now that you've lost your henchwoman
in the jungle,

along with her filthy allegations
about this town's constabulary...

I've got no idea
what you're talking about, Sparrow.

You may as well be speaking Swahili.

Though she does
actually speak Swahili.

Florence, why don't you wait for me
inside?

Go on.

Oh! It's the long lost niece.

Yes, I am.

Come and sit here, Miss Astor.

No.

You know, you really shouldn't be
riding this.

- Why not?
- Because of that broken headlight.

I don't have a broken...

Yes, you do.

What?

Oh, forgive me, Chief Inspector.

I thought we were conversing
in Swahili.

Miss Astor,
there is an interview room

and the Chief Inspector
needs to be here for this.

I thought you were a detective.

Or have you just stolen somebody's
desk, Detective J. Steed?

- James.
- Tea and biscuits, Detective Steed.

Oh, thank you, Constable.
I appreciate that.

I'm sorry, was she
a policewoman or a tea lady?

'Cause she... oh, she looks awfully
like a policewoman to me.

Constable Connor is a...
junior officer.

Look, the only thing you need
to know is I didn't kill Barbie.

I wouldn't kill anybody.

So, where's your evidence
that she did?

Where is your murder weapon?

Barbie was my friend.
What reason do I have?

Exactly. Motivation.

What motivation does Florence have?

What sort of sense does it make

for Florence to sabotage her own
fashion show with a dead body?

- None.
- Listen, a lot of people...

A lot of people do things
that don't make sense

and your friend here had a public
row yesterday with the deceased.

Oh, good,
you're getting the hang of this.

But a row, Florence, that's not good.

It was just a silly argument.

She claimed the dress was too tight
and didn't want to wear it.

I knew it was nonsense.

Barbie just didn't like
the boned bodice.

Right, well, I don't even know
what that is, so...

Well, do you think boofhead out there
knows what a boned bodice is?

You, out.

You, come with me.

Well, you took your time.

Took the tram.

Did you get the house too?

Yes.

Now all I have to do is convince them

I might be good enough to do her job
as well.

I mean, how hard can it be?

You start with a body, you figure out
how they were murdered,

you line up the suspects and then
find out what you can from the cops.

The right cops.

You can't just decide to be
a detective, OK?

I've been through the academy

and I've done three years
of extra training.

And while you were stuck
in that police station

getting other people
to make you cups of tea,

I have spent years in the real world.

When did you leave school?
Eight? Six?

- 15.
- Oh.

You know what, I can pipe pink icing
onto 100 finger buns in five minutes.

I can tease three beehives
in an hour,

compound enough nerve pills to
knock out an entire mothers' club

in an afternoon

and I can rebuild an EH Holden
from the wheels up in three days

with one spanner.

OK. You may have picked up
some life skills.

So, did she have a husband
or a boyfriend?

Neither.

Well, when did she die?

- Some time early this morning.
- Oh, that's not very precise.

- Can you tell me how she died?
- No. No, I can't.

I'm still waiting
on the coroner's report.

Why am I telling you anything?

I have an appointment
with Terence Blair.

Oh. And I have so much shopping
to do.

So, Mr Blair,

how long had Miss Jones been working
as your elite model?

Uh, about six months.

She approached Colin initially.

Yes, she said she needed
to leave White's.

Do you mean HR White's
across the road?

- Yeah, that's right.
- Did she say why?

No. And I didn't ask for details.

It's tricky taking on
Harvey White's staff.

We try to respect each other.

No-one wants an all-out war.

Yes, of course. Just excuse me.
I need to check something.

Thank you.

Can I help you?

I was just looking
for the powder room.

Miss, this area of the store is
out of bounds to the general public.

Is it?

Is it alright if I still use
the storeroom for my ladies?

They don't like to be dumped
in strange places.

Yes. Of course, Mr Knox.

Good.

Look at this, from last summer.

"Barbie Jones - Australia's top model

"and the elegant face of
HR White's department store."

Hmm. She left them six months ago.

Oh, she must have been such a catch
for Blair's.

If I was Mr HR White

and I wanted revenge on Blair's
for poaching my star model,

murdering Barbie Jones in public
wouldn't be a bad way to do it.

She wasn't poached. She left.

No. He said that she HAD to leave.

That was a private conversation.

What about that storeman?
Don't you think he was creepy?

I'm escorting you
out of the building...

- Maybe he did it.
- Come on.

So, how well did you know my aunt?

Well enough to get me into trouble
with my boss.

You two could have that in common.

You helped her, didn't you?

If Sparrow finds out you've been
interfering with this investigation,

we are both done for.

- You should talk to Mr White.
- Miss Fisher...

- OK. I'm going.
- Thank you.

- Hi.
- Oh, Florence.

I was only here to collect
a few of my things.

Oh.

I've been staying here a bit,

just to keep an eye on things
for your aunt.

Well, come back inside.
Your my first visitor.

Well, first official one, anyway.

Did you hear that?

Yes.

Where did you find that?

Glove box. And after the day
I've had, I'm ready to use it.

Stay here.

- It's me. It's me. It's me.
- What are you doing here?

- Oh, Samuel.
- I was clearing out my workshop.

Your aunt said I could use her shed
while she was away,

as long as I didn't use, um,
chemicals.

Yes, Samuel had a bit of an accident
at the Adventuresses' Club.

I blew up the kitchen.

Three times.

I'm sticking more to electronics and
gadgets now, like... like that one.

- You made this?
- Mmm.

Well, where's your workshop
gonna be now?

Well... I'm sure...
I'll find somewhere.

Well, you can stay here
in the meantime.

I don't mind.

- Really?
- Mmm.

Oh, I figured out what was causing
the explosion, so...

That's... That's good.

We still keep a fire extinguisher
handy.

Cheers.

Hmm.

- Mmm.
- You should have a house-warming.

Oh... Well, I don't
know anybody here.

Invite the other adventuresses.

We are very good at parties.

What about Birdie?

- She hates me.
- No, Birdie doesn't hate anyone.

She just has impossibly high
expectations.

Well, I am hoping to surprise her.

Look at this.

- Whoa.
- Oh, well... don't look at her face.

Look at her legs. Closely.

Oh, uh, wait.

Mm-hm.

Oh!

How cool!

- See her stockings?
- Well, that's odd.

Not a matching pair.

But what do
mismatched stockings mean?

Well, for a start, it means that
Florence didn't put them on her.

No, I wouldn't do that to any woman.

So there must be a missing stocking
from the original pair.

You're thinking...?

That a stocking is a very convenient
murder weapon.

Top-up?

- Oh, she's a natural.
- And a fast learner.

We'll just have to convince
your sister.

What I also want to know
is why that oaf, Sparrow,

stole one of my aunt's notebooks.

Well, uh, each book
is a different investigation.

So, why would he want number 20?

You could always look at
the microfiche backups.

The what?

I transformed all the notebooks
onto microfilm

when I was testing my new machine -
I've got the whole collection.

- Of course you do.
- Come on, I'll show you.

Oh.

Mm-hm.

♪ Move, baby, move
Get in the groove now

♪ Move, baby, move... ♪

Oooh.

Oh. Hmm.

Your aunt never liked mornings
either.

- Oh...
- Wait right there.

Oh...

Phryne had impeccable taste
in clothing

and she would want you to wear
everything in her wardrobe.

About the only thing missing

is a little black dress
that she took off in.

- To New Guinea?
- Mm-hm.

You can never go wrong
in a little black dress.

- Oh...
- No wonder you're tired and slept in.

How much of this notebook
did you copy out?

Oh, all of it.

Do you remember my aunt
investigating a raid on a brothel

called, um, Madam Lyon?

Madame Lyon.

Yes, vividly.

She was rumoured to be in possession
of incriminating photographs

of policemen.

The building was half-destroyed

and Madame Lyon
accused the police commissioner

of attempted murder.

My aunt believed the photos existed
and she said that she had proof.

Maybe that's how she kept Sparrow
at bay.

Maybe.

I'll get it.

- Hello?
- Detective Steed, for Miss Fisher.

Come on in.

Oh... I'm sorry to drag you
out of bed before midday.

Oh, I'll forgive you.

- Coffee?
- No.

I want my, uh, photograph back.

I was just borrowing it.

Besides, I think I've worked out
what the murder weapon is.

You can't expect me to take you
seriously in those pyjamas.

Oh, for goodness' sake.

Look closely at Barbie's legs.

- Her stockings don't match.
- Oh, and...?

One of them was used to strangle her.

Tell me when you work out
where it is.

I checked out police files
last night too,

found out Harvey White tried to
charge Barbie Jones with assault.

I knew there was more to that story.

What kind of assault?

There's not much on file.
Charges were dropped.

So, maybe he took justice
into his own hands.

Maybe I'll interview him
before I decide that.

Oh, that's a good idea.

I know the way.

I'm not giving up on this detecting
thing, no matter what Birdie says.

No. Definitely not.

You leave Birdie to me.

Oh... You do remind me of Phryne.

Absolutely beautiful.

You can't expect
a young woman like that

to take the risks that her aunt took

or... or to hold her own
with Percy Sparrow.

It would be like sending a lamb
to slaughter.

As you were.

Call it what you will,
Birdie.

Good instinct's something
in the blood. I think she has it.

So, as club secretary,
I would like to move that we allow

Peregrine Fisher to apply to become
a fully fledged adventuress.

Yes! Yes!

All done.

- Peregrine.
- Mm-hm?

Good news.

Miss Fisher, before we accept your
application to become an adventuress

there are certain tests that
you need to pass for your own safety

and to prove that you are fit
for this job.

Yes. Yes, of course. Whatever
it takes. Whatever I have to do.

Good. Because you'll be competing
against another candidate.

Someone I propose
as an alternative investigator

to Barbie Jones's death.

Who?

Prepare the pistols.

Pistols?

This is not right.

You're a man.

Don't worry, they'll never give me
full club membership.

They might give you the case.

It's biased. She's your sister.

Believe me, that won't help.

Three shots.

- Gentlemen first.
- Sure.

Ready?

And fire.

OK.

Oh, will you look at that!

Where did you learn
to shoot like that?

Rabbits.

I said three.

You need to listen. Next.

Ladies first.

- What are they?
- Pick locks.

Oh, no, it's OK. I've got my own.

First to unlock their drawer.

Everybody ready?

Go.

Got it.

7.4 seconds.

She's broken the club record.

What the hell did you use?

Bobby pin.

Works every time.

Next.

Alright. Whoever makes it to
the other side in the shortest time.

Samuel, you're to go first.

I don't mind going first.

I said Samuel.

Look, do... do we really
have to do this?

I mean, you know that I'm the one.

I want this so badly.

Yes. Luck has been on your side
so far, Miss Fisher.

But this is make-or-break.

You fail this, you fail it all.

Well, that's not fair.

It's club protocol.

Samuel, take your time.
Prepare. Concentrate.

Ready?

Go!

No. No, no, no, no... Stop! Stop!

No, we can't do this.
Somebody's gonna get hurt.

I thought you wanted to be
an adventuress.

I do. I really do.

But not at any cost.

To be clear,
what exactly are you saying?

I'm saying that...

Samuel can have the job.

Ah!

Yes, you passed!

- Oh, well, thank god!
- What?

You were all really, really
convincing. You had me worried.

You tricked me?

Dispiace.

So, the shootout, the lock-picking,
that was all a set-up?

Cordia ante gloriam -
compassion before glory.

You do need certain skills
to be a detective

but to be an adventuress,

we need to be sure that you will not
sacrifice your comrade

for your own ends.

And you refused. Congratulations.

Well, in that case...

time for glory.

Peregrine, no.

Miss Fisher.

Life is precious. Don't you ever
risk yours unnecessarily again.

And her disguise -
it will need to be convincing.

People have seen her there already
and Percy Sparrow will be after her.

We will make sure not even we will
be able to recognise her.

Yes, and she should take
the powder compact magnifier.

And I have a wonderful
new cassette recorder

which might just fit
into your handbag.

Oh, and what about
a poison-dart blow pen

which can paralyse?

That's a bit much,
don't you think?

You're chasing a murderer,
Peregrine.

Make no mistake -
it will be a perilous mission.

Oh, I just love your aftershave,
Mr Blair.

- It's Old Spice, yes?
- Mmm.

I have a nose for scents.

I bought my first bottle of 4711
right here with my late mother.

We just loved shopping at your store.

Yes, well, um, Miss Astor
seems very impressed with you.

Uh, punctual, reliable,
shows initiative.

Well, I try my best.

Well, as per our store policy,

we will be interviewing
further candidates.

Sounds like you don't need to,
Colin.

Well, you realise that this is
an entry-level position?

Yes. I'm willing to do anything.
I just love your store.

Very well. The job's yours.

- Oh...
- 9:00-4:00. On trial, of course.

- Of course.
- Well, welcome to Blair's...

- Oh!
- ..Miss Foster.

Well... You won't be disappointed.

When do I start? Today?

Well, if you like.

Oh! How exciting!

Good to see somebody
happy around here.

Well, if you head down to
the staff supply room,

they'll organise a uniform for you
and show you around.

Wonderful.

Just this way, Mr White.

What are you doing here, White?

I was invited by the constabulary.

Ah, the bachelor boy,
married to the store.

She's not much fun in the sack,
I bet.

Leave it, Dad.

We can do this interview at
the station if you prefer, Mr Blair.

No, it's fine. Go ahead, Detective.

Thank you. Just through there, sir.

Just tidying up for you, Detective.

Uh, so, um... Barbie Jones left
your employ about six months ago.

- Is that right?
- She didn't leave.

I sacked her when I found out
she was having a bit too much fun,

if you know what I mean.

No.

Well, there are good girls
and there are good-time girls.

Lucky I play golf
with the local chemist.

He let me know what kind of a girl
Barbie was.

She was trying to get hold
of that new pill.

I put a stop to that quick-smart.

I was raised a good Catholic and
we have a lot of Catholic shoppers.

So you sacked her
because of her private life?

There's only one reason
a pretty young thing like that

wants the pill, now, isn't there?

I sacked her on multiple grounds.

Is that when she assaulted you?

She went crazy.
Slapped me around the chops.

Charges never proceeded.
Did that make you angry?

No. I was the one who dropped it.

All in the past now,
but it was regrettable.

She was, um, a good little earner.

- A real looker.
- Thank you, Mr White.

Excuse I, sweetie pie.

- Oh, jeez!
- Oh, I am so sorry, sir. Oh...

Stupid girl.

Please tell me he's guilty.

Well, it doesn't sound like Mr White
is after revenge.

So, Barbie was after the pill.

That means there must have been
a boyfriend after all.

Turn around again. Show me the back.

No. Too fast.

Oh, Barbie knew
how to do this for me.

Sorry, Mrs Blair.

I suppose you'll have top billing
now she's gone.

I'm not sure what our customers
will make of that.

This dress comes in cherry red too,
Mrs Blair.

No, too vulgar for me.

No, I'll take it in the blue.

Terence loves me in blue.

That cow!

I've worked at this shop
for ten years

and she doesn't even know my name.

Oh, I do.
You're Pansy Wing and you're famous.

- Have we met before?
- Oh, no, I'm new.

I just... I just started.

But I wanted to say how much I love
your modelling.

Just focus on the distance,
think pleasant thoughts

and make like a shop dummy.

Well, you're much better than that.

Is it true that you're going to be
Blair's lead model

now that Barbie Jones is gone?

It would have happened anyway.

- Her work was slipping.
- In what way?

Barbie was always late to work
in the mornings, moody,

refused to come out and party
with the rest of us.

And she wasn't eating
properly either -

lived on crackers and soda.

It was so nice to meet you.

Autopsy report just arrived.

Don't worry,
I paid for my own tram ticket.

Oh, nice to see you out of
the tea room, Constable Connor.

- Don't tell me - she was pregnant?
- Well...

Pansy Wing let it drop in passing.

Well, the soda and crackers
was the clincher.

- Any luck with the boyfriend?
- No.

Well, you know what that means.

He was taken -

married, engaged
or he already had a girlfriend.

Isn't someone showing you around,
Miss Foster?

My fault, Mr Blair.
Had a few questions.

Miss Foster only joined our staff
today, Detective Steed,

so I'm afraid she'll be no help
to you at all.

That's right. Thank you, sir.

Off you go.

How did you even get in?

Terence, calm down.

I said I'd handle this.

Yeah. The usual.

It is absolutely under control.

Yes, sir.

Damnation.

- Chief?
- Yeah?

- What's this?
- That's the file...

Why are you still wasting time
on the details

instead of hauling in that crazy
woman who put on the dress show?

- Florence Astor?
- Mmm.

Well, I'm not sure that we have
enough evidence against her.

Well, then, why the hell not?

She was in the right place,

she had the ding-dong cat-fight
with dead Barbie doll,

she's part of that coven
of mad women.

Yes...

Then why is she still out there
on the street?

Now, stop crossing your T's
and dotting your I's, Steed,

and get out there and show a bit of
bloody gumption instead.

You're lucky I finished work early.

So, what do Blair's think about
a messenger girl

driving a car like yours?

Ah! Well, it's a nuisance.
I had to park three blocks away.

My heart bleeds for you.

I was looking for Miss Astor.

Samuel Birnside said
she, uh... she might be here.

She wasn't at the club.

Um, not right now.
Maybe she's at her salon.

I've just been there

and no-one's been working there
for a very long time.

Some of this mail
is over a month old.

That's odd.

There does seem to be a few odd
things about Florence.

If you see her, tell her I need to
ask her a few more questions.

- Florence.
- Oh!

- Gosh, you gave me a fright.
- Well, I'm not surprised.

What are you doing here
all by yourself?

The salon was far too busy.

Detective Steed went to your salon
to find you.

It's your mail.
It's mostly overdue bills.

Florence, what's going on?

The, um, contract with Ryan's
in New York fell through.

I was so sure
it was going to happen

and I'd spent a fortune on
the fabrics for the bridal show

and launching my wallpapers
and then it all evaporated.

I'm so sorry.

How long have you been
covering it up?

I had to sack my cutters and sewers
weeks ago.

They're good women.
I'd known them for years.

Florence, there's this letter
from Barbie Jones...

demanding that you pay back the money
that she gave you.

Yeah, she, um...
she agreed to loan me enough

to help tide me over,

just until I had orders
from the bridal show.

But, um, suddenly
she just wanted it all, like that.

Did you know that she was pregnant?

No.

Poor Barbie.

Oh, god. What a mess.

Detective Steed does have
some more questions for you.

How about I go with you to
the police station in the morning?

Mmm.

Come on, let's go home.

I just have to finish
this little black dress.

You can't stay here alone.
I'll wait with you.

It won't take me long. I'll be fine.

- Are you sure?
- Yeah. I'll be fine.

Thanks.

Oh, come on.

Oh, for god's sake.

- It's her.
- No...

The police say it's suicide.

No. Florence wouldn't do that.

But the door to the lift,
it was deliberately wedged open.

If only we knew how bad things were.

We have to go back and we have to
tell the others.

Peregrine?

I'm coming. I've got the car.

Don't be long.

I, um...

I made it myself.

Maybe you were right.
I'm not cut out for this job.

Oh... Peregrine...

It's my fault.

I shouldn't have left her.
I should have known...

You're not responsible
for what happened, Peregrine.

If I'd just stayed with her...
I should have stayed! I should've...

Of all people, I should know that if
you leave somebody alone like that...

- I... I...
- Stop it. Stop it.

Peregrine, stop it.

Florence didn't kill herself
because you left her.

I don't know exactly why she died

but I do know that the police
are wrong.

About what?

He said that she killed herself
in remorse,

for murdering that Barbie Jones.

- Sparrow?
- Who else?

Florence owed Barbie money

and Percy Sparrow thinks
it's an open-and-shut case.

Well... Well, we have to prove
that it's not.

We have to clear Florence's name.

Exactly.

Oh, for a minute there,
I thought you were gonna give up.

Well, so did I.

Be very careful.

I will.

Looks like you were right about
how Barbie was strangled.

Someone's planted that here.

The bridal show was Florence's
last chance to fix everything

and when Barbie demanded the money,
she couldn't see a way to pay it.

That was the last straw.

You're wrong.

Florence didn't kill Barbie
and she didn't kill herself.

She was murdered
and I think I can prove it.

With a shoe?

Please, James. Look at it closely.
What can you tell me about it?

Size eight, really worn and...

and the toe's almost snapped off.

So, a fall, perhaps,
or some kind of struggle?

This a match for Florence Astor's
other shoe,

the one that she was wearing
when she was found.

So, why did I just find it here
in the storeroom

two floors below the scene
of her alleged suicide?

She saw something she shouldn't have.

Who do you think pushed Florence
down the lift shaft?

The same person who killed
Barbie Jones.

The same killer
who's still on the loose

somewhere in this department store.

Mother, let me take those for you.

- Give us a hand, will you?
- Oh. Excuse me.

Colin, thank you.

Here we are, Mrs Blair.

Oh, I really like your necklace.
Where's it from?

Ceylon.

My husband bought it for me
on one of his many junkets.

Oh, it's beautiful.

Can you take this shopping up to
Father's secretary, Miss Foster?

- Oh, with pleasure.
- Thank you.

Come on, Mother.

No calls, thanks, Joyce.

I've been asked to give you these.

More shopping? I've never seen her
wear half the things she buys.

And this.

Mr Blair's medication.

- Is she unwell?
- Nervous breakdown.

It's been hard for her since
her modelling career ended.

Well, she's still so elegant,
isn't she?

She tried to talk Florence into
putting her on the catwalk

for the bridal show
instead of Barbie.

Imagine that.

Because Mrs Blair's too old?

And she's away with the pixies
half the time.

Oh.

She wandered away from home
the other day for a walk

and just didn't come back.

It was the morning
of the fashion parade.

- Really?
- Mm-hm.

Oh, poor Mr Blair.

Colin Blair's the one who spent
hours at South Yarra police station.

He's always the one who ends up
worrying about his mum...

while his dad hides in his office

and spends almost every night
playing squash.

Oh, Inspector Sparrow,
just a minute, please.

I know the way.

Some people have no manners.

- There you go.
- Thank you.

- It's a little on the light side.
- It's what we agreed...

I just saw your boss take a bribe.

That is a dangerous accusation.

Terence Blair just handed Sparrow
a fat wad of cash.

Maybe he was donating to
the police youth citizens club.

Well, that's one theory.

Yes, because theory comes first.

Now, before you throw around
outrageous accusations,

you need cold, hard evidence.

Like the cold, hard evidence I have
about Maggie Blair?

She was once a famous model
who had a nervous breakdown

and she was full of resentment
about Barbie Jones's success.

Yes, that might all be true

but Mrs Blair was at home
on the morning of the murder,

with her son.

Well, I'd check her alibi
with the South Yarra police

if I were you.

How could you...

Oooh.

- Here, let me take that for you.
- Thank you.

She's a real handful.

Yes.

Yes, she most certainly is.

Here you go, Ethel.

Back with your girls.

Oh. You might want to be
a bit gentler.

Yeah, Florence used to say that too.

Do you mean Florence Astor?

Mmm.

Did you know her very well?

Of course I did.

Very sad.

Yes, isn't it?

I just... I loved her designs,

her clothes, her wallpaper.

I just met Mrs Blair.

Does she come into the store
very often?

Uh, mostly outside opening hours.

Her son lets her wander around
and approve of the window displays.

- While Mr Blair plays squash.
- Huh?

Joyce said Mr Blair
likes playing squash.

Oh, is... is that what she called it?

Well, I know he likes to play,
that's for sure.

- Oh.
- Mmm.

What are all these?

Uh, accessories for the window
displays and the parades.

The models like to put dibs
on their favourites.

- It's a beautiful necklace.
- Mmm.

- Pansy Wing.
- Excuse me.

- Deliveries.
- Mmm.

- Excuse me, Miss Wing?
- I'm in a bit of a hurry.

Uh, some of the labels
on the accessories got mixed up

and I just wanted to check
if this was yours.

Yes. Oh, gee. Thank you.
Don't want to lose that.

You know, it's so funny.

Mrs Blair was wearing one
almost identical to that.

Hmm.

So you might not want to, uh,
flash it around

while the cops are still here.

What are you talking about?

That thing that some men do,
you know, when they buy presents -

one for the wife,
one for the mistress.

There's no imagination.

You're starting to annoy me.

You think I was having an affair
with my boss

just because I'm a model?

No. It's none of my business.

You're right. It's not.

And for your information, this
necklace belonged to Barbie Jones.

She would've wanted me to have it.

Mr Blair gave it to Barbie?

Mmm.

So, you don't think that Barbie
and Mr Blair were...

Oh.

Are you sure you don't need my help?

I'm always very happy to speak to
a handsome young man.

No, Mother.
You just finish your tea.

Anything to do with police business,
I'll handle.

The morning of the murder, you said
that your mother was at home.

Yes. That's right. Check your notes.

Oh, I have, Mr Blair, and I just
telephoned the South Yarra police,

who said that she was missing
that morning.

Well, she just went
for a little stroll.

From 6am to 9am?
That's quite a stroll.

OK, look.

My mother has a very serious
nervous condition, Detective.

Recently, she attempted something
very silly

and the doctors
increased her medication,

so even if you asked her,
I doubt she'd be able to tell you

what she did for those three hours.

Colin, are you sure
this is my usual tea?

- Excuse me.
- It doesn't taste like it.

Yes, Mother.

It's all herbal-ly.
You know I don't like the herbs...

I know.

Oh...

It IS you. Why are you
hanging around Blair's?

Shopping. It's a department store.

Don't you lie to me, little fish.

Oh! Oh!

Oh...

Oh, god. Hide this.
Sparrow's after me.

Usual place.

Open up. Police.

- Oh, Inspector Sparrow.
- Move away, Birnside.

This is a raid.

We have nothing of interest to you
here, Inspector.

I don't know. This looks pretty
blood fascinating. What is it?

It's an intimate female massage
machine, Inspector Sparrow.

Very effective.

- What did you hit him with?
- Just my handbag.

Mm-hm.

As far as I'm concerned,
little fish,

one of you crazy ladies
was a killer

and that's what I'll be telling
the papers, along with charging you

with assault with a deadly weapon.

Well, that would be a shame because
we might have to tell the papers

about what my aunt knew
about Madam Lyon.

It's all allegations.
There's no proof.

Well, you obviously didn't read
my aunt's notebook properly,

like the part where she said
she had evidence.

You're bluffing.

Maybe. Maybe not.

Are you prepared to risk your career
over that?

I'll give you 24 hours.

If you hand over the evidence,
I'll hold off telling the world

that this club was harbouring
a killer.

Goodnight, ladies.

Come on.

Oh...

I hope this was worth it.

Oh. Let's find out.

Squash.

- Oh...
- Squash.

- Squash.
- Gosh, he plays a lot of squash.

Yes, but that address,
that's nowhere near a squash court.

And I have to tell you,

Sparrow's after something much more
valuable than a diary.

And we need to find it.

Do you remember that notebook
he stole from my mum's house?

Well, she said something
in there about...

What do I have to do to make this
sink in for you lot?

Wear a sign on my forehead?

Cardboard ringed folders
do not go in the incinerator.

- Well, it wasn't me.
- That's what they all say.

Oi... Is it the Jones-Astor file?

Mm-hm.

This is an autopsy report
on Florence Astor.

Mmm.

Who was trying to incinerate it?

Sparrow said he was
wrapping up the case.

Don't say I gave you the folder.

And don't get caught.

Night.

"Like the goddess,

"Madam Lyon breathed life back into
her fallen lover

"and so the goddess now guides
the evidence of his secrets."

- Hello?
- It's me.

Um, Detective Steed.

Come up.

- Evening.
- Evening.

Just pay close attention
to the coroner's report

on Florence Astor's injuries.

Cause of death, repeated blunt force
trauma to the head.

Oh, Florence!

Sorry. Maybe that wasn't
a good idea.

Well, it clearly wasn't suicide,
was it?

No.

No... It's proof of foul play
but... but we can't use it.

Chief Inspector Sparrow
didn't want me to see it.

He tried to archive that.

You just said "we can't use it".

Maybe the pyjamas are growing on me.

Listen to this,
from Barbie's landlady.

"I made her flick her lights,
just so I knew she was home safe.

"She was a pretty girl and I worried
about her coming home late."

I wonder why they came up with that.

Maybe her landlady had reason
to worry about her.

To think of that pretty
young woman's life taken,

it breaks my heart.

You know, she told me how much
you looked after her.

You know, like getting her to flash
her lights at 10:00 every night.

Oh, our little sign.

I think she did it
just to make me happy.

Ah. She signalled you
that last night, didn't she?

Oh, yes. And I gave her my wave.

I still see her
standing by her window.

She was wearing that beautiful
lime-green dress.

She would look out for a bit,
have a nightcap and smoke.

Do you think she was worried
about anything?

Was anyone bothering her?
An old admirer, perhaps?

She never said anyone.

And once,
when I thought she had a stalker,

she said I was ridiculous.

- A stalker?
- I never saw anyone.

Just a blue van parking
in our street sometimes at night,

from one of those big emporiums
in the city.

When was the last time
you saw this van?

Two nights ago.

There was only one driver with a van
out the night of the murder.

Oh...

Uh, I thought I'd answered
all your questions.

Double checking a few things
that are on my list.

So you were saying you had deliveries

the day that Barbie Jones
was murdered.

That's right.

And according to police records,
you had the van out the day before.

So, were you allowed to keep it out
overnight?

Uh, well, technically, no.

But Florence asked me to pick up
some props for the bridal show

earlier that morning.

See, but that doesn't account
for all the other times

you had the van out for the night.

Well, look, I visit my girlfriend
a couple of nights a week.

Her place is miles from anywhere,
so I usually stay over.

Can your girlfriend vouch
for your whereabouts

on the morning that Barbie Jones
was murdered?

Well, of... of course.

But does she really need to be
dragged into this?

If I could have her name and address.

Pansy, just tell them
you can't come.

I can't say no. They've asked me
to go to the station.

- Oh...
- Stay calm.

No-one's accused you of anything.

We can't tell them the truth.

There is something very strange
about these photographs.

Apart from being a damning
commentary on marriage?

The way this blood is pooled

indicates Miss Jones was placed
upright on the cake

soon after she was murdered.

The coroner reached
the same conclusion

based on the livor mortis.

There was an assumption
that Barbie Jones died that morning.

The morning of the fashion parade.

This is where I disagree.

The pattern in the bruising around
Miss Jones's neck,

the lips and the fingers,

all indicate that the victim had
been deceased for at least 12 hours.

Probably more.

So, the science is saying
that she died the night before?

Yes.

And Florence was with me
the night before.

That puts a whole lot of people
back in the frame.

Oh, no. No.

But Barbie's landlady said
that she saw her alive

until late the previous evening.

- Did she strike you as a liar?
- No.

Unless Anya only thought she saw
Barbie the night before.

Where's Florence's autopsy report?

"Strands of synthetic orange fibres
were found

"between the deceased's fingers."

Yes. Modacrylic fibres.

And the coroner says it is possible
that these fibres

are from the fabrics Florence
was sewing that evening.

But they can also make wigs from
modacrylic fibres, can't they?

Well, you're the ex-hairdresser.

Come with me.

Oh, good. It's still here.

Look, James, someone with
no experience in hairdressing

has tried to make this wig look like
Barbie Jones's bob cut.

- I thought she was a natural redhead.
- She was.

I don't think it was Barbie
that her landlady saw

standing in the window that night.

I think it was this dummy dressed up
in the wig and a green dress

to look like Barbie.

Why Lewis?

Well, I'm keeping an open mind

but he does have access to
the mannequins and to Blair's vans.

That's Harrison's van.

I could find out who ordered it.

Lewis could've killed Barbie
for Pansy's sake

but then... then why would he have
killed Florence?

Well, Florence must have seen
the killer that night with the wig,

otherwise why else would she have
the fibres in her fingers?

Right.

We have new evidence
that Barbie Jones was murdered

some time on the evening
before the bridal show.

Well, how does that involve me?

Blair's delivery van was seen parked
outside her flat that night,

Mr Knox.

Well...
what are you saying?

I'm saying
that your our prime suspect.

What? No, you've got this all wrong.

I booked that van out
for someone else.

Someone else? Who?

Pansy wanted me
to keep my trap shut

because I could lose my job
over it...

You could lose a lot more, mate.
Come on.

I've got this regular arrangement
with my boss, Mr Blair.

It's Terence Blair.

He has personal appointments
every week

but his car attracts
too much attention,

so he asked me to put this van out
for him.

Well, why wouldn't he just take one?
It's his store.

Well, I don't think he wanted anyone
to know.

I leave it a block away with the keys
on the wheel hub.

Do you know the nature of Mr Blair's
personal appointment?

I wasn't asking questions.

He offered me a ten-pound bonus
each month.

Pansy and I are trying to save
for a house deposit.

And he's the boss.

Get Mr Terence Blair on the phone
right now.

Lucky you called me. I just need to
find the purchase order.

- It'll be on that.
- It's model number 2389.

OK.

If I can find out who ordered it,
I can ask Harrison's

about their returns policy.

I trained as a hairdresser and I know
that this simply isn't good enough.

Here we go.

It should either be
one of the window-dressers

of the sewing girls on level one.

Oh, nice green.
Barbie had one just like it.

It's just a dress I need altered.

Oh, gosh. I really have to go
or I'll miss my train.

Here. Have a look yourself but make
sure you put it back for me.

- Of course.
- Goodnight, Miss Foster.

Goodnight. Thank you.

Model 2389...

What?

Detective Steed.

It's Peregrine. I'm still at Blair's.

Where is Chief Superintendent
Sparrow?

He promised me none of these
personal details would...

I'm sure he won't be long, Mr Blair.

Blair's admitted to the affair

but he claims that he didn't take
the van that last night.

- What about the wig?
- It was a full-length piece.

A special order for Mrs Blair.

But I've never seen her wear a wig.

Well, who did that purchase order?

Well, that's the interesting part.
It's all starting to make sense.

Who's there?

Get here as quickly as you can.

Peregrine?

Mr Blair.

- Steed.
- Sir.

Don't you "sir" me.

What the hell are you doing
questioning Terence Blair again?

- I'm sorry. I've got to run.
- You're on thin ice, Steed.

Sparrow.

Who were you talking to?

What are you doing with that wig?

Wait.

Come back, Miss Foster.

Miss Foster! Where are you going?

I don't know what you're playing at.

Look, I know you're in here,
so you might as well show yourself.

You spied on them, didn't you, Colin?

You suspected that your father
was having an affair

and so you started following him.

How could he do that to my mother...
when he knows how fragile she is

and the risk of what she might do
to herself?

What was the final straw, Colin?

Was it when Barbie told you
she was pregnant?

I'm carrying your father's baby.

He loves me. He's going to divorce
your mother and marry me.

That slut. I had to do something.

You ordered this wig
and then you lured Barbie backstage

the night before the parade.

Well, I gave her a chance.

You can't bribe me, Colin.
I'm not going away.

You're gonna have to learn
to live with it.

What were you trying to do,
putting Barbie on top of that cake?

Showing your father that Barbie
would never be his bride?

The whole idea of marrying her
was an obscenity.

He needed to see it for what it was.

And you needed to cover your tracks,

so you propped that mannequin
in Barbie's flat window

so that her landlady thought
she was still alive that night.

And then you created your own alibi

by spending the morning
with the South Yarra police.

But why did you kill Florence?

Oh. Colin. What are you doing here?

Barbie's dress.

She saw something.

Didn't she?

I'm sorry, Florence.

Oh!

She shouldn't have been there.

And neither should you.

Get off! Get... Get!

You won't get away!

Peregrine? Peregrine!

Peregrine!

- Alright?
- Well, you took your time.

Are you OK?

Oh, I have a, um, special delivery.

"Chief Inspector Sparrow was
congratulated by the mayor

"after solving what has become known
as the Blair model murders."

- He took all the glory!
- Yeah.

- Get used to it.
- What?

Look, um, this... might help.

We found it left in the storeroom
at Blair's.

"Every woman needs
a little black dress.

"Love, Florence."

This is what she was finishing
that night.

I figured that out.

Oh, that's right.
You're a detective, aren't you?

Three years extra training.

Thank you.

Hey, babe.

Eric!

What are you doing here?

Look who I brought with me.

Oh, Mum! Oh!

Oh!

Boy, have I missed you, baby.

Oh... Oooh!

Whoa.

OK... Oh...

Percy Sparrow - he's unbelievable!

Well, my life just got complicated.

Is that a Florence creation?

Yes. Her last.

I'm glad it was for you.

I'm sure that the goddess
would approve too.

Now, just don't forget to take her
home, where she belongs.

Samuel, did you just say "goddess"?

Isis. Goddess of
the ancient Egyptians.

She resurrected her dead husband
from the underworld.

Wait one minute.

"Like the goddess,
Madam Lyon breathed life

"back into her fallen lover

"and so, the goddess now guards
the evidence of his secrets."

Huh.

Bingo.

I can't quite make it out but there's
a distinct lack of clothing.

Oh, looking beyond
the naked gymnastics,

that's definitely Madam Lyon
and that...

- Yes?
- ..and that...

- Oh...
- Oh! That's Inspector Sparrow!

Well, no wonder
he wanted it back.

Oh, that's terribly bad luck
for Percy Sparrow

that Barbie Jones's murder is solved
and he's lost his bargaining power.

And we found ours.

Oh...

Here is to Phryne and to Florence.

Oh, exceptional woman,
ahead of their time.

- And to Peregrine.
- Oh.

A woman of the future.

To all exceptional women!

- And Samuel.
- And Samuel.

Now, I think it's fitting
that we commemorate Florence

in a way that she would've liked.

♪ Move, baby, move
Get in the groove now

♪ Move, baby, move
Get in the groove, girl

♪ Move, baby, move
Get in the groove now

♪ Let me tell you, girl
You're looking so fine now... ♪