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[gentle music]

-[sirens wailing] -[bell tolling]

[soft rustling]

[thrilling music]

[bell tolling]

I'll see you later.

[thrilling music]

[Cec] Mrs. Blake.

Cec.

Have you seen Lucien?

No, ma'am.

Do you want me to call him for you?

No. No.

Thank you.

Good evening.

Hello?!

Anyone still here?!

[bell tolling]

Hello?

Hello?

Who's up there?!

[grunts]

[groaning]

[screams]

[loud thud]

[elegant music]

-[siren wailing] -[people chattering]

[Lucien] Charlie.

Found this in the deceased's pocket.

"I can no longer live with this secret."

Rod Drury.

Hm.

You knew him, didn't you, Doc?

Not personally, but...

Dear, oh, dear.

Oh, Rod.

No one's moved the body?

Well, not as far as we know.

You're quite sure, Charlie?

Yeah.

Why?

Any witnesses?

Other firies perhaps?

No.

They were all at a fire in Brown Hill.

He must've known they were on a call.

That way there'd be no one here to stop him.

Yes, perhaps.

What the hell happened?

Charlie?

It's Rod Drury.

Looks like he jumped.

-Bloody hell, no! -It's all right, mate.

Come on.

Come on.

I'm the station officer, Mick Lancaster.

Ah, yes, of course.

Dr. Lucien Blake.

I am sorry.

Police surgeon.

This is Sergeant Charlie Davis.

Mr. Lancaster, would you like me to take a look

at those hands of yours?

No, no, thanks, I'll be fine, Doc.

All right.

Should we ring the bell?

Yeah.

Yeah, if you could, Theo.

Thanks.

Charlie, that chap going off to ring the bell,

he looks familiar to me.

Who is that?

Theodore Rowe, a local tailor.

He made a suit for me last year.

Right.

Lads, if you would?

Uh, before you take him away, do you mind...

Of course, by all means.

-[bell tolling] -[somber music]

Black residue under the nails on the left hand.

[Lucien] Yes.

What is that all over the fingers?

Ink perhaps.

Maybe newsprint.

Mm.

And you know, on the right hand,

there are six little marks

evenly spaced in sort of a circular pattern,

acquired recently by the looks of it.

Something he fell against?

Yeah, possibly.

Whatever it was, it's punctured the skin.

There's bruising there of the left wrist.

Triangular in shape.

Fractured, eh?

Re-fractured.

It was weak already.

He probably did it in the fall.

His medical records.

The wrist was broken three months ago in an accident.

Ah.

He's got fractures in both ankles,

compression spinal fractures,

and a ring fracture at the base of the skull.

What exactly were you expecting to find?

Oh, Alice, it could be nothing, but...

His feet were quite near the building,

his head toward the street, of course.

If he'd jumped,

you'd expect he would have landed

further away from the building,

and certainly wouldn't you expect to find him face down?

Mm, that's interesting.

-Mm. -And tell me, what's that?

Ah.

Symbol of the fire service, given to him out of respect.

[Alice] Can I help you?

[Lucien] Cec.

Thank you for calling, sir.

Uh, ma'am, please, no, don't.

Don't cover him.

Rod's...

He's my brother.

Oh, I'm sorry.

Oh, Kathleen, Rod's wife.

[Lucien] Yes, of course.

Oh, please.

[Cec] What's this?

Here.

Ah, yes.

His hands.

The black is...

Well, at this point, we're not entirely sure what it is.

Rod gave me a bottle of whiskey last night at the club.

The box was filthy.

We thought it might be from when he wrote the note.

No.

Tell them he would never do that.

She's right, sir.

My little brother, he wouldn't kill himself.

I don't care what the note says.

[Charlie] Thanks for doing this.

We just need another look, Dale.

I wasn't able to see much last night.

Please, allow me.

[Charlie] Thank you.

Did you want me to come up with you?

Why don't we leave the police to do their job?

[Lucien] It's Dale, isn't it?

Yes, sir.

Dale Hardy.

Yes, of course.

Your father was a patient of mine.

This must all be a dreadful shock for you.

Yeah.

Rod does all the deliveries for Dad's bakery.

Well, my bakery now since Dad passed.

Rod's been helping me out.

I see.

And tell me, anyone else been up the tower since last night?

No.

Bill, sorry, Sergeant Hobart, locked it all up last night.

Right.

Thank you both.

All right, Charlie?

[Charlie] Yeah.

[Charlie whistles]

Hell of a view.

I'll say.

So, Charlie, there's a call out to a fire.

Someone rings the bell, volunteers arrive,

they climb aboard the truck,

and in this case, head out to Brown Hill.

[Charlie] Mm-hm.

Rod arrives late.

-Maybe. -Mm.

Why does he come up here?

Well, to end it all.

Humor me, Charlie.

It would've been quite dark, yes?

[Charlie] Yeah. Doc!

What are you doing?

It's all right, Charlie.

Now, he would have been standing here.

No, that's not right.

Hang on a minute.

[Charlie] Careful!

There.

There, Charlie.

[grunting]

He was definitely facing this way.

He was trying to hold on.

He fell and caught himself with one hand,

but he wouldn't have been able to hold on for very long.

And I think someone was applying pressure to his wrist,

perhaps even striking it repeatedly.

[screams]

Which would explain the bruising, yes?

Yes, yes, that sounds right.

Doc, just take it easy!

Charlie, look here.

See here!

[Charlie] Yeah, I can see that.

Based on what we can see here,

these were not the actions of a man trying to kill himself.

No, but yours definitely are, Doc.

Charlie, I was, oh!

Doc!

-[Lucien grunts] -I got you!

[groaning]

Got you.

All right.

Thank you, Charlie.

Charlie, look.

There was definitely someone else on that ledge with Rod.

We found a second partial hand print under the railing.

Looks like the same stains as Rod's prints.

[Lucien] Yes.

Anything else from the examination of the body?

There was some kind of black residue

under Rod's fingernails.

Dr. Harvey should have the forensic results back shortly.

Well, this definitely wasn't suicide.

Somebody planted that note.

Bill's been filling me in on Rod Drury.

Quite a colorful character.

Now, we have confirmed this is Rod's writing,

but take a look at this edge here.

Yes.

It's been cut.

Very...

Very neatly, by the looks.

Mm.

So, someone went to a fair bit of trouble here.

Make sure all of this is going into the report.

[Charlie] Yes, sir.

Bill, just hold on one moment, would you?

-It's not finished. -I do apologize.

[loud screech]

Frank?

I'd say that note was written on carbon-backed paper.

Do you think there might be a copy?

Rod ran a delivery business.

Let's check all his receipt books and ledgers.

Find out all his movements in the last couple of days.

What about me, boss?

Me and the boys, we're going over

to Rod's place this morning.

I'll keep an eye out for what's there.

But I reckon most of the delivery books are in his van.

Ah, well done, Charlie.

Ah, alcohol for the Colonists' Club.

[Charlie] Mm.

And a bread delivery for Dale's bakery,

done yesterday by the looks of it.

No receipt books.

I'll check up the front.

And I'll check those boxes up the back there.

-[grunts] -Thank you, Charlie.

Looks like someone else has been searching

for a copy of the letter as well.

Ah!

I think I've got something.

[Lucien] Yes, me too.

It's a list of debts.

Small amounts, mostly.

But look here.

NK.

Whoever NK is, they owed Rod 200 pounds.

Bloody hell.

What have you found?

That's a very good question, Charlie.

I found these in that last box up the far corner there.

Why would Rod hide those things in here?

I don't know.

But I do know where we might find an answer.

Oh, well, that's just it, another chip pan fire.

You don't hear a thing until it's almost too late.

It was lucky we got there in time.

You couldn't see more than two feet

in front of your own face--

The house is still standing, though.

No one got hurt.

You can't do much more than that, mate.

[Kathleen] Leave those.

I said, leave it.

[loud clattering]

[Kathleen sobbing]

They were from Rod.

He gave them to me last week.

[Cec] It's all right, love.

-It's all right now. -Kathleen, let's get you up.

Is everything all right, Kath?

We're all right, Mr. Lancaster.

Sergeant Hobart told us the news, sir.

We knew it wasn't suicide.

It's all right, Cec.

If there's anything me or any of the other firies

can do to help, you just ask.

Well, as a matter of fact,

Mr. Lancaster, there is something.

Charlie, are you there?

Thank you.

We found this in Rod's van.

Now, as far as you know, is it his?

Rod only ever wore a suede coat.

He had a coat at the station for call-outs,

but that's not it.

Right.

Then I'm wondering,

why would he effectively keep it hidden in his van?

Perhaps it didn't belong to him, or was he--

I'm not sure what you're getting at, mate,

but now's not the time or the place.

We're all here to pay our respects.

Of course.

Kathleen, please forgive me.

I...

-It's all right. -I extend that to you too,

of course, Mr. Lancaster.

No, I'm fine, Doc.

Just look after Kath.

-Yes. -Davis, I've got those books

for you in the spare room.

I'll just go and pop the kettle on.

Very good, Cec.

My Rod, he had a finger in a lot of pies.

But he wasn't a crook.

He was a good man.

He loved me.

Still bringing me flowers after all these years.

Oh, come here.

[Charlie] Doc.

Rod's receipt books.

Sergeant, listen, it could be nothing,

but you might want to check out

Neil Kirby's movements last night.

The publican at the Red Hand.

-Neil Kirby. -NK.

Rod had a bit of a blue with Neil

a while back outside the RSL.

Some army bloke had to break it up.

Neil wouldn't let it go, said he'd get Rod back.

I don't know.

Maybe he meant it.

Found out he'd been ripping me off.

Is that what your fight was about at the RSL?

When was the last time you saw Rod?

Yesterday, about three.

He came in for a drink.

I thought you'd had a falling out.

He wanted to smooth things over.

I see.

And where were you last night

between the hours of nine and 10 o'clock?

I was here, cleaning up.

Why?

Can anyone vouch for that?

No.

I was here alone.

Look, I'm sorry that Rod jumped,

but it had nothing to do with me.

He didn't jump.

He was pushed.

You owed Rod 200 pounds.

You didn't think to mention that?

It's not what you think.

I can prove it.

If you just let me go upstairs and get my books.

Charlie, I might head to the hospital,

start running tests on those items we found in Rod's van.

Sure thing, Doc.

I can handle this.

Mm.

Good man.

[Alice] It could be the same residue

we found on the victim's hands and under his nails,

but I won't know for sure until I get the test results back.

Quite.

Alice, what do you make of these fragments

I found in his coat pockets?

Hm.

It's not bone.

Similar texture, though.

[Lucien] Mm.

Maybe from a china cup?

Well, maybe.

And look, here on the lapel.

Now, something was pinned there at some point,

a badge or a medal or something.

You think all of this might have something to do

with why Mr. Drury was murdered?

Right now, the only thing I am certain of

is that he had a secret.

Wait!

Where are you taking that?

Um, few more tests I want to run myself.

[Alice] What, and you can't do them here?

Best not.

Heading off, Mr. Kirby?

I've got deliveries to make.

I can't spend all day standing around talking to you lot.

Out of the car.

Don't!

[groans]

Let's start with that 200 pounds.

Must be a weight off your shoulders now Rod's dead.

What was it really, Mr. Kirby?

Rod lend you the money, then held it over you,

so you attack him outside the RSL.

Sound right?

Or maybe, maybe it wasn't about the money.

Maybe it was about Rod revealing your secret.

I don't have any bloody secrets.

Not in this town.

Everyone knows I lost half of everything in the divorce.

Yeah.

Must have stung.

Yes.

Rod bailed me out.

And then he goes to the RSL behind my back,

cuts me off supplying them their booze

until I paid him back.

Doing all this for me,

making himself out to be some sort of big man,

while he's ripping me off.

So, he deserved to die?

Is that what you told yourself

when you lured him up to that tower?

By the way, you've got some boot polish

on your collar, Mr. Kirby.

I noticed it at the pub.

Been using it in your hair, have you?

You know, we found a black substance

under Rod's fingernails?

Did he grab at your hair

while he was trying to save himself up on that ledge?

According to this, since the divorce,

you've been staying at the pub in the room upstairs.

Well, that's one street away

from the fire station, isn't it?

Get his prints.

Take him downstairs to the lockup.

I'll let the boss know what he has to say.

Okay.

[Frank] So, Neil Kirby's contracts to supply alcohol

to the club are now in Rod Drury's name?

Yes, sir.

It was signed over to him two months ago

with some special conditions.

Right.

And do you mind if I see those contracts?

Might take me a while to find them, sir.

I can wait.

Oh, just another thing.

Apparently, there was a fight here

between the two men a few months back.

Was that over the contract?

I'm not sure, sir.

I understand one of your members broke up that fight.

Is he here now, or...

[Derek] Mr. Carlyle.

Major Alderton.

Well, are you here for a drink, Frank,

or would you like a tip on the horses?

Thank you, no.

I'm looking into the murder of Rod Drury.

Should I know him?

Well, apparently, you broke up a fight

between he and Neil Kirby a few months back.

Kirby I do know.

He served with me, didn't he, Sergeant?

Yes.

Terrible temper, but a good soldier.

Gave the other bloke quite a hiding

and they shook hands at the end of it.

Oh, they shook hands?

Oh, well, just a couple of blokes

letting off some steam, sir, nothing more.

Here's your contract, sir.

And those special conditions.

Well, thank you, Major.

Sergeant.

Chief Superintendent.

[gentle music]

[hissing]

[bubbling]

-[loud boom] -[loud crashing]

Lucien, what on earth are you doing?

It smells like mothballs in here.

Cec is here to see you.

I've made some tea.

Tea.

Lovely, thank you, Jean.

Lucien.

Cec hasn't been able to sleep.

I was hoping you could give me something to help, sir,

if it's not too much trouble.

Of course.

Of course, I'll write a prescription up for you.

Now, Cec, forgive me...

I do need to ask...

Thank you, Jean.

[sighs]

Last night, Rod was at the Colonists',

making a delivery, yes?

Yes, sir. Once a week.

Same time.

And then we'd have a drink at the office

out the back, just the two of us.

It was our time.

Yes.

But last night, he was called to the fire station.

Well, no, not exactly, sir.

He was with me when he heard the first bell.

Eight rings.

Eight rings?

That's Brown Hill.

Yes.

Then the bell sounded again.

Rod thought it was probably a false alarm.

He said he'd be right back.

But he never came back.

Right.

And what time was the second bell, would you say?

Quarter to 10.

Hm, that's very precise.

Well, I checked my watch

when I saw Mrs. Blake on the street.

Mei Lin?

What was she doing?

I don't know, sir.

She was looking for you.

We spoke briefly,

then she went off in the same direction as Rod.

That was Mrs. Hewitt with two Ts?

And that's a rare spider orchid?

Do you mind if I take another couple of photos?

Ladies and gentlemen, would you please gather round

for the prize-giving?

Please take a seat.

This year's flower competition

has been of a particularly high standard,

making the job of the judges...

Special mention should go to Mrs. Elizabeth Collins

for her outstanding...

Charlie, you're home early.

I hope I'm not intruding.

No, not at all.

Would you like a cup of tea?

Rose phoned me today.

She has something you should probably see.

Really?

I took some photographs this morning

and I got these by pure accident.

Is that Mrs. Blake with Major Alderton?

Yes.

I don't know what any of this means,

but I think Dr. Blake should see them.

Have you shown anyone else?

They clearly know one another.

She hasn't mentioned any of this to the Doc.

I didn't know what to do.

Just leave them with me for now.

Thank you, Rose.

[door clicking]

Lucien.

Mei Lin.

Um, that lovely young lady downstairs,

Iris, let me in.

You don't mind, do you?

Of course not.

Where have you been?

Out, walking.

I needed some fresh air.

Yes, of course.

Do you know, I've never asked you

where you go during the days.

Lucien, why are you being like this?

I need to know where you were at 9:45 last night.

I was here, in bed, reading.

You have no right to go through my things.

Mei Lin, where did you get it?

I will not be interrogated by my husband.

You were seen last night

outside the Colonists' Club at a quarter to 10.

Not long after, only three streets away,

a man fell to his death.

This Star of David, as far as we can tell, belonged to him.

Now you have to tell me what you know.

Mei Lin, please tell the Chief Superintendent

what you told me.

I heard voices, shouting, and a heavy thud.

And I saw a body fall from the tower.

And did you see anyone else, up the tower, maybe?

No.

And this?

Where was this?

I put my hand on his wrist to check his pulse.

It fell out of his hand.

And you just took it with you?

I didn't even realize I still had it

until I got back to the hotel.

Mrs. Blake, why would you not call for the police

or run for help?

I was scared.

Scared of what?

That you'd have me arrested or deported.

Mei Lin, why didn't you come to me with all of this?

I'm a Chinese national in a small town

with a husband who keeps me in a hotel

while he lives with his housekeeper.

Why would I come to you for anything?

And is there anything else you may have seen?

A car, it came out from behind the fire station.

A car?

-Well, did it stop? -I don't know.

I don't think so.

Can you describe the vehicle for me?

I couldn't really see.

The lights were too bright in my face.

But there's a chance the driver may have seen you?

So, we still have a missing letter.

We have a car at the scene, but no make, model, or color,

and a Star of David, but no real suspects.

What about Kirby?

I've got a copy of Rod's agreement with the RSL.

Seems he's true to his word.

He'd only taken the RSL contract

until the 200 pounds that Kirby owed him was paid back,

and there was only one more payment left to make.

Only thing that might connect the two, though,

is the black residue under Rod's fingernails.

Well, initial testing suggests,

whatever it is, it isn't oil-based.

So, in other words, it's not boot polish.

In that case, we can't hold Kirby, so let him go.

Uh, Frank.

"Our local heroes."

Yes, I know where you're going with this.

I've already had Bill and Charlie

talk to the lot of them last night.

Six firefighters, all at the blaze at Brown Hill

when Rod fell to his death.

All right.

[sighs]

Lucien, if the killer did see your wife,

they may think that she could identify them.

Yes, that thought had crossed my mind.

[gentle music]

Now, there'll be a man out here tonight

to make sure you're safe.

And where will you be, Lucien?

If you really wanted me to be safe,

we could leave this place.

We could go anywhere.

Start again.

I know the army would take you back--

It's not that simple, Mei Lin.

I can't just...

I can't just leave.

Mei Lin...

Dale, I have a few more questions for you.

You said last night you were the first volunteer

to the station after the call went out.

Yeah, that's right.

And when did you decide to call The Courier

to tell them about the fire?

It was you that made the call, wasn't it?

From the station.

I was just following orders, you know?

So, it wasn't your idea?

Mr. Lancaster probably told you to call the paper?

No, we called the captain at his home,

so he could meet us there.

It was Mr. Rowe.

I see.

Did you find it odd?

In all the chaos, that you were asked to notify the press?

Mate. Mate.

If there's something you need to say,

now's the time to say it.

You know how Rod hurt himself in a big warehouse fire

about three months ago?

Copped a pretty decent whack to the head.

Broke his wrist.

After he got out of hospital, he changed.

I reckon the accident did his head in.

That's why he jumped.

Dale, Rod didn't take his own life.

Someone forced him from that tower.

I thought he jumped.

Who told you he jumped?

All right, now, you think you can give me a big breath?

[breathes loudly]

That's good.

-And again. -[breathes loudly]

All right.

So kind of you to come and check on us, Doctor.

Oh, not at all.

I promised the fire brigade I'd call in on you.

You are a champion, aren't you?

Lungs are clear.

I'll just put this away.

Thanks.

He loves fire engines.

Yes!

Here we go, sweetie.

-Just lie down. -[toddler crying]

There's a good boy.

Be a good boy for Mummy?

Oh, yes, you are.

-Come on, sweetie. -[toddler crying]

Come on, come here, come here.

[Lucien] Patricia?

Yes?

Any idea how the fire started?

Uh, I was sure the stove was off

when I put the children to bed.

And then there was this loud bang,

and suddenly there was this man pounding on our front door,

telling us all to get out.

Right.

A neighbor?

No, no.

A fireman.

Captain Lancaster.

We could have lost everything.

So, just to be clear, you didn't call the fire station?

No.

No, we don't have a phone.

Right.

[Rose] Doctor.

Rose.

Just here for, um--

Follow-up story.

Yes, just got some quotes from the neighbors.

Right.

They're very lucky someone spotted the blaze

and the firies got here as quickly as they did.

I'm sure the family connection probably helped.

Family connection?

Doc, Mr. Rowe here is just clarifying some points

from his statement last night about the fire.

Yes, the one at his cousin's house.

Patricia, isn't it?

Lovely girl.

Two gorgeous kiddies.

Very lucky no one was hurt.

[Charlie] Where were you when the fire was reported?

I was at the fire station.

I've been covering night shifts, 6 p.m. to 8 a.m.

I took the call at the station house.

I phoned the captain, then I sounded the bell.

Eight rings.

For Brown Hill?

So, the volunteers who couldn't make it

to the fire station could meet us there.

We didn't have a lot of time.

I made as many calls as I could.

More volunteers arrived, then we headed out.

Now, if that's answered all your questions,

I should get back to work.

One last thing, Mr. Rowe.

Dale Hardy mentioned Rod hurt himself

in a warehouse fire three months back.

Or had that slipped your mind as well?

Meaning my warehouse?

Yes.

I lost everything in that fire.

My whole business burned to the ground.

And Rod Drury almost lost his life.

He did.

A falling beam hit him.

We barely managed to get him out

before the whole thing collapsed.

You think this is about the insurance payout, don't you?

Something like that, yes.

Look...

I don't like to speak ill of the dead,

but Rod believed I lit that fire.

Demanded I give him some of the insurance money

or he'd go to the police.

I refused to give him a penny.

You asked.

What happens now?

Now we're gonna take your fingerprints.

And you'd better hope they don't match the partials

we found at the scene of the crime.

Are we clear?

Ah, that's a bugger.

Mr. Rowe's prints don't match the ones

we found at the crime scene.

Are you sure?

Well, maybe we can bring Dale in for questioning.

He knows more than he's letting on, I can tell you that.

Why?

Neither of them were at the fire station when Rod died.

They were in Brown bloody Hill, same as me.

Yes, but look,

that house is barely 10 minutes from the fire station.

Now, someone could have slipped away in all the confusion--

Lucien, they have six men, including my Sergeant,

the family, and the bloody Courier to back them up.

We have nothing.

Which is why we need to release Mr. Rowe.

-Right. -First thing tomorrow,

I want every record we have on the warehouse fire.

Police, fire, insurance reports.

And I want our men out at the Brown Hill house,

interviewing family, neighbors, anyone who was there.

Yes, sir.

[Frank] Ah.

Mr. Lancaster.

Superintendent.

Some of the boys told me

that you're questioning Theodore Rowe?

Yes, just due process, I'm afraid.

Yes.

Speaking of which, Mr. Lancaster, would you mind, terribly,

giving us a set of your fingerprints?

We only need the right hand.

Lucien.

You can try.

Thank you.

I trust this isn't too uncomfortable for you.

Goodness me.

I am sorry, Mick.

Oh, no, it's fine.

I understand due process.

I might wait outside, if that's all right.

No, it was worth a try.

[lively music]

[hissing]

[knocking]

[Lucien] Jean, are you awake?

Lucien.

[Lucien] I was wondering if I could ask you something.

Of course.

Earlier when you came to see me in my study,

what did you say about the smell?

It smelled like mothballs.

Bloody mothballs, of course.

Naphthalene dust.

Oh.

Jean, thank you.

Oh, Lucien, Alice left a message earlier.

She has results back from the lab.

You need to return her call, in the morning.

Right.

Well, thank you.

Goodnight.

Yes.

[gentle music]

[Mei Lin] I don't take kindly to these kinds of threats!

I've been more than patient.

It does not have anything to do with me.

[Derek] You agreed to the terms.

If you don't bring him in, we both know what happens next.

Fine.

I'll try one more time.

Tonight.

And he stays.

Until morning.

I'll be watching.

[door slams]

What are we looking for, Doc?

Theodore Rowe's warehouse fire was over three months ago.

There's nothing here, Doc.

[Kathleen] Still bringing me flowers

after all these years.

Rod was here.

And not that long ago by the looks of it.

Laying flowers for the dead.

The ash we found in his van came from here.

And those small fragments of what we thought

might have been china or porcelain,

part of a tooth

from an old-fashioned set of porcelain dentures.

Not combustible, impossible to burn.

So, the coat, the Star of David,

you think somebody died in the fire and Rod knew about it?

Yes!

The secret he could no longer live with.

I know somewhere we need to go.

[fire crackling]

[loud crash]

What's all this?

Eli Rosen.

Russian-Jewish immigrant.

He'd been sleeping rough.

In fact, he'd been camping out

at the warehouse on Eureka Street.

Curiously, no one has seen him since the fire.

Rod had been doing his own investigation with the fire.

He told one of the old hobos

that just before he got hit by an overhead beam,

he saw a body in the flames.

What's more, the hobo told us

that Rod bought Eli's old jacket off him.

Yes.

Rod's colleagues weren't remotely interested

in what he had to say.

He was going to blow the whistle.

He was going to go to the police with all the evidence,

and he was killed before he had the chance.

Well, it's a hell of a story,

but none of it helps us catch Rod Drury's killer.

Kirby's clean and all of our suspects

have watertight alibis.

It's all there.

Mr. Rowe on the hose, Bill and Dale behind him,

then Lancaster on the head inside.

Rose, you were right there until the very end, yes?

Yes, until just after 11,

then they all headed back to the station.

Rowe may have had every reason to want Rod dead,

but he didn't push him off that tower.

No doubt about it.

Your brother knew a good whiskey.

He certainly did, sir.

Just a pity that he didn't get to drink it.

To Rod.

To Rod.

Oh, Cec, my dear friend.

I am so sorry, I feel like I've let you down.

No, not at all, sir.

I just feel better knowing that [sighs]

Rod died trying to do the right thing.

That was him.

Never one to follow blindly.

He was always his own man.

-Right to the end. -[knocking]

Excuse me.

Never one to just blindly follow.

-[bell tolling] -[thrilling music]

Stop!

Stop, everyone calm down.

Who took the call?

I'm sorry.

I do beg your pardon.

That was me.

False alarm.

What the hell are you playing at?

I'm just testing a theory, Mick,

in relation to that Brown Hill fire,

and I think I've worked it out.

You see, first of all, someone deliberately set that fire

using naphthalene dust as an accelerant.

It's made from mothballs.

And then, I love this bit, smoke bombs.

Look at those.

Easy enough to make.

Saltpeter and sugar mostly.

It's how you create enough smoke to maintain the illusion

that no one ever left the scene.

Okay, lads, let's go, show's over.

What's the matter, Mr. Rowe?

You don't want your men to hear about the insurance job

you and Mick pulled that killed a homeless man.

And Rod Drury knew, and he had the evidence to prove it.

He had the dead man's coat, partial remains,

and he put it all in a letter.

Didn't he, Mick?

"Local hero."

Imagine...

Imagine if word got out,

people found out what you and Mr. Rowe had done.

"Hero"!

All that would go away, wouldn't it?

You'd be ruined.

But the night Rod died, we were at the Brown Hill fire,

risking our lives for people like you.

Yes.

Yes, Mick taking charge at the head of the hose.

You, Mr. Rowe, right behind him.

And where were you, Dale?

Inside the house?

No.

Bill Hobart and I were feeding the hose at the door.

I see.

Anyone else actually go inside?

No, there was too much smoke.

Too much smoke.

You went back to the fire station,

you sounded that bell a second time

and you murdered Rod Drury,

and then returned to the fire

without anyone even realizing you'd gone.

And Rod tried to hold onto you, didn't he,

to stop himself from falling.

That's how he got the naphthalene on his hands

and under his fingernails.

[screams]

[groans]

And speaking of hands, Mick, your hands,

last night at the police station,

I didn't expect them to be burnt.

Well, certainly not so severely.

You burnt them yourself, didn't you?

After you realized

you left that partial set of prints in the tower!

He's lying.

I've always done the right thing by my men, by my community.

Yes, of course.

You doctored Rod's letter to look like a suicide note

and you left it in his pocket.

Now, there was a carbon copy of the original letter,

I'm sure you've dealt with that, however,

it looks like you didn't think

to deal with the carbon paper itself.

You're no hero, Mick.

No.

Rod Drury was the hero.

He was never one to just blindly follow,

but he trusted you, just like all of these men trusted you,

and you betrayed him.

And you betrayed all of them.

Bill.

[footsteps pattering]

Lucien.

Can I pour you a drink?

Please.

Thank you.

Jean, we need to talk.

-Lucien-- -Please let me.

I should have told you honestly how I feel.

That I'm...

That I'm ready to...

To let go of my...

Stubborn sense of duty,

and that the past is just that, it's past.

I should have told you...

I should have told you that I'm finally ready

to follow my heart.

[phone ringing]

Please don't get that.

Yes, Dr. Lu...

All right.

All right, I'm on my way.

Something's happened--

Lucien, I have something to tell you.

I'll be back as quickly as I can,

and we'll finish this as soon as I get home, I promise.

I promise.

[sighs]

Now, Mei Lin, when we spoke on the telephone,

you said someone threatened you.

[Mei Lin] Sit down.

Please.

Thank you.

I need to tell you about what happened in Hong Kong.

When I arrived by boat, when I was put into that camp...

Mei Lin, please don't.

You need to see what they did to women like me.

Oh, dear God.

Mei Lin, I am so sorry.

Please.

-Lucien. -We mustn't.

Lucien.

Our daughter's life depends on it!

Lee?

What do you mean?

Mei Lin?

Derek Alderton found me over a year ago.

He offered to get me out of the camp,

to bring me here, to you,

if I agreed to help him.

He never told me anything.

He never even told me that Lee was still alive,

not until later.

Not until it suited him.

There's so much that you need to know.

[door thuds]

[footsteps pattering]

I should have given these to you sooner.

[Lucien sighs]

She's been meeting with him behind your back.

I didn't know how to tell you.

It's all right, Jean.

It's all right, I know.

She told me.

Alderton's been using her.

Blackmailing her, threatening my family.

All to get to you?

I promise you this.

I promise you, I will make things right.

[elegant music]