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Well, I'm
just out of school

like I'm real, real cool.

Gotta shake, gotta jive, got the
message that I gotta be alive.

I'm a wild one.

Oh, yeah, I'm a wild one.

Oh, baby, gonna break loose.

I'm gonna keep them moving wild.

I'm gonna keep
them shaking, baby.

I'm a real wild child.

I meet all the guys.

I'm gonna meet all the chicks.

A shiver and a shake until--

Come on, guys, turn it down.

Turn it down.

I'm gonna
keep them moving wild.

I'm gonna keep
them shaking, Baby.

I'm a real wild child.

Give me a chick
that's all of my own.

Shake her until
the meat comes off

the bone 'cause I'm wild one.

Oh, yeah, I'm a wild one.

Oh, baby, gonna break loose.

I'm gonna keep her moving wild.

I'm gonna keep
her shaking, baby.

I'm a wild--

And there we are.

Isn't she lovely?

Oh, yes, sir, yes.

Magnificent.

Oh, steady on, Blake.

That's a bit strong, isn't it?

Keith.

I didn't know you
were an art critic.

I thought you were a chemist.

Ah, Patrick.

Get it down.

The painting stays.

Too far this time, Blake.

That is offensive.

Oh, you don't like it?

Of course, I don't
bloody well like it.

This is a gentleman's club.

And that's the problem.

Come on, come
on, be reasonable.

Oh, Keith, what's wrong?

Worried a scandal will derail
your election to council?

You can't just walk into the
club and do whatever you want.

Actually, I can.

I refer you to item six
of the club's constitution

under rights and privileges,
re club decoration.

I think he may be correct.

You never come to the club.

You clearly despise
everything it stands for.

Why do all this?

Because it's a
beautiful painting.

And she's a very
promising young artist.

This was painted by a woman?

Yes, a woman.

Just think.

You'll have to let
them join one day.

Never bloody will
happen while I'm alive.

Lawson,
what have we got?

Parks?

Young woman, sir.

Heard about what
happened at the club.

Can't help yourself, can you?

Turn her over
for me, would you?

I'll need time of
death, approximate.

It shouldn't take you too long.

I need
to perform an autopsy.

She drowned.

What more do you need?

Ann Fitzgerald.

Age?

17.

How long had she been
at the reformatory?

It's a reform
school, constable.

Five years.

Any family?

Well, thanks, Ms. Patterson.

Uh, we'll be in touch.

Lawson said it was a drowning.

Doesn't need the
two of us, does it?

Ever tried to
drown yourself, Gus?

Not recently.

Not easy in three
feet of water.

You're all right if
I stay, aren't you?

Do I have a choice?

No, not really.

Let's have a look, eh?

Ah.

Substantial
hematomas, both legs.

Possible broken tibia.

What were you doing
floating in Lake Wendouree?

Hematomas to the neck,
shoulders, and upper chest.

I'm sorry about this.

It's not very dignified, is it?

Would you not do that?

What?

Talking to the body.

You should always talk
to your patients, Gus.

Oh, Gus, look.

Cuts to the right palm.

Evidence of gravel.

And just bear with me a second.

Look here.

Now look at that.

Fragments of glass.

What happened to you?

Honey, I am sorry.

What?

I think she was pregnant.

Poor kid.

Yes.

No fluid in the lungs.

Significant internal damage.

Actual cause of death was
penetration of the heart

by one of the ribs.

So
she didn't drown?

No.

No, she was-- she was run over.

Bloody hell.

Height of impact on the
legs suggest whoever hit her

was accelerating at the time.

Which makes it deliberate.

Yes, if they saw her, yes.

So how did she
end up in the lake?

I have absolutely no idea.

I-- I--

I understand your
frustration, ma'am.

Philip spent a lot
of money on that car,

and those young
idiots think they can

just take whatever they want.

We don't know
they took it, mom.

Then who else was it?

- When did you last see the car?
- Last night.

It was parked outside the house.

Right, when did you

first notice that it was gone?
- This morning.

We came straight down.

They race up and
down Lydiard Street.

They're rude.
And the way those girls dress--

- Mom.
- They're sluts, Philip.

There's no other word for it.

Mrs. Morrisey, problem here?

Phillip's car has been stolen.

It's those tearaways that are
parked outside the picture

theater all day.

You saw them?

Well, who else would steal it?

Parks, sort it out.

Yes, sir.

Make and model.

It's a Standard
Vanguard, two tone.

Can I help you there?

Oh, sorry.

I was, um, just
cleaning up your desk.

Right.

You really don't need to
hide all of these, you know?

There aren't many
consolations in life, Jean.

Good whiskey happens
to be one of the few.

It's rather a lot
of consolation here.

Then
perhaps I should

take responsibility for
disposing of the empty bottles,

eh?

Dinner's nearly ready.

Yes, look,
um, I may have to skip that.

I have a meeting
down at the club.

Your father liked dinner on
the table at half past 5:00

on the dot.

I'm not my father, Jean.

No.

Hard at work, are we?

You know, you almost look
grown up in that uniform.

Thank you.

Is it a good book?

Are you taking an
interest in literature?

That book's banned.

Well, you can have it
when I'm finished with it.

I could arrest
you if I wanted to.

Well, you're going
to have to arrest the doctor

too because it's his.

Something smells good.

Danny, you're just in time.

Auntie Jean.

Did you have a good day?

Oh, I spent the
morning pulling

a dead girl out of the lake.

Oh, how awful.

She's from the
bad girls' home.

The what?

You know, up on the highway.

I think
you mean the reform school.

No one calls it the
bad girls' home.

I do.

Thank you.

OK, so if she's
a bad girl, does

that mean that she deserves
everything that she gets?

Well, no one
deserves to be in that place,

I can tell you.

You're not bad going
in, chances are

you will be when you come out.

I'll keep that in mind.

Oh, this from the boyfriend?

How is he?

He's fine.

He just got admitted to the bar.

So?

I do that every Saturday night.

There's
is a mail for you.

I can tell.

Another letter from Singapore.

Thank you.

Are you eating?

This is an
extraordinary meeting

of the disciplinary committee.

Blake, you weren't invited.

Well, actually,
as a member, I'm

allowed to sit and observe,
especially in this case,

as it concerns me.

In that case,
I propose that club member Dr.

Lucien Blake be censured
for bringing the club

into disrepute,
namely, for displaying

an unauthorized article
on club property

and then refusing to remove
it when asked to do so.

It was unauthorized.

All those in favor?

Carried.

Gentlemen, fellow members,
she goes back to the bar.

Thank you, Cec.

Drugs?

Yes,
amphetamines of some kind.

There's a margin of
error, of course.

It's a fairly primitive test.

Did you find any on
her or in her clothing?

No.

So that's the story then,
amphetamines and cars.

And still the fact
that she was pregnant.

No, that's not
what killed her.

Now, we've given them
warnings, public nuisance,

obstructing traffic.

This is a step up
for these kids.

So what, you just pluck
some suspects out of thin air

because you don't
like their attitude?

Parks, who's the
dickhead in the jacket?

Ricky Arnott, sir.

We went to school together.

Tell him I want a word.

Yes, sir.

Hey, Parksy.

Blue's a good look on you.

Bet the girl's just wet
themselves when you turn up.

You
hit something, Ricky?

Hey, get away from the car.

Are you bloody
deaf or something?

What happened there?

What's it you?

Mate, just tell me what
the bloody hell happened

to the front of your car.

You're not my mate, you prick.

Stay still.

Calm down.

My boss wants you
at the station.

He's interested in any cars
with any front end damage.

Now you can either
come with me easy,

or I'll drag you down
there by your bloody ears.

Can I help you there, doctor?

What's this?

That is cochineal.

Boiled insects.

Perfect.

And that is our last
box of sugar cubes.

I promise I'll
bring some back.

Mattie.

Mm-hmm.

Does the district nurse
have a busy morning?

Not terribly.

Why?

Do you think she might
accompany me on a little visit

to the reformatory?

I'll see if she's free.

She is free.

Good.

Is your car actually
working right now?

Today, yes.

Tomorrow, who knows?

I think Jean's rather
worried about you.

Really?

Yes, you don't
look after yourself.

And you know, she does try.

I know.

Maybe I'm just not cut
out to have a housekeeper.

Now, come on.

Bad girls are waiting.

I thought that your father
saw to the girl's polio boosters

last year.

Yes, well,
unfortunately, I think

dear old dad may have let a few
things slide toward the end.

I always thought
he was very thorough.

Yes, he was.

How was the girls,
Ms. Patterson?

They're upset.

We all are.

You can see them in here.

Thank you.

Let me ask you.

Did you know Ann Fitzgerald?

OK.

Kathleen, did you
know Ann Fitzgerald?

Oh.

Didn't fancy that, eh?

- I guess.
- Good.

Here you go.

Josie, just while you're
here, can I ask you,

did you know Ann Fitzgerald?

Yeah, I knew her.

Was she a friend of yours?

Oh, I am sorry.

It's not your fault.
Ms. Patterson probably

wants me back on kitchen duty.

Can I go now?

Yes, of course, you can.

Ann was pregnant when she died.

Do you know who the
father might have been?

One of those boys who parks down
at the Regent Theater, perhaps?

What do you think?

Ask Mr. Morrisey.

She
was a bright girl.

It's a tragedy for this school.

Any problems teaching her?

Well, all of these
girls have problems.

They're written off the
moment they set foot in here.

And personally, I, you know,
I don't think that's fair.

But I was specifically
asking you about Ann.

She was a good student.

Must be difficult, eh?

Why is that?

Well, I hope you
don't mind me saying,

but you're a good looking chap,
and these are young women.

I imagine things could
get a bit tricky.

These girls develop crushes,
and that's-- it's fairly

normal.

Did Ann have a
crush on you, Philip?

I really wouldn't
know about that.

I, uh-- I simply tried to
teach her as best I could.

Are we done here, doctor?

Yes.

Yes, thank you for your time.

Mattie.

I didn't like Ms.
Patterson at all.

No.

And what did you make of him?

Well, it's nice to
hear someone defending

those girls for a change.

Hang on a minute.

If-- if you were a bad girl
here and he was teaching you--

Well, I'd probably
have a crush on him too.

Oh, Mattie.

Get in the car.

Ann Fitzgerald?

Don't know her.

Really?

So uh, you didn't talk to
her the day before yesterday?

No.

Or the day before that
at approximately 10:15

in the morning and then
again at 10 minutes

to 5:00 later that afternoon?

I don't know what
you're talking about.

You're
starting to try my patience.

That's your problem.

No, son, it's your problem.

Now, if I were you, I'd start
remembering Ann Fitzgerald

pretty bloody quickly.

G'day, doc.

Danny.

What's she doing here?

Yeah, she's a bit of
all right, isn't she?

She's more than
all right, Danny.

She's exquisite.

This is Tyneman's
doing, isn't it?

Yeah, boss wants
her out of here.

Of
course, he does.

Philistine.

Listen, I've just been
up to the reformatory.

It seems Ann Fitzgerald
had more than just a crush

on that science teacher,
Philip Morrisey.

I think we should
be talking to him.

Yeah, Morrisey.

He was in here yesterday.

Someone stole his car.

Really?

Where's Lawson?

Uh, he's talking
with Ricky Arnott.

The kid from outside
the picture theater?

Yeah, his car's out the front
if you want to take a squiz.

There's some damage
to the front of it.

He still thinks this is
about the pills, does he?

Now, maybe this
will convince you.

We found them on Ricky
when we brought him in.

Boss wants to know
what they are.

Any idea?

Bloody hell.

What are you doing?

Are you insane?

Give me a minute.

I'll tell you.

Don't go in there.
Don't.

Don't you go in there.

Please, don't.

My dear Lawson, I'm here
to drum some sense into you.

Sorry, sir.

Look, do you want to
step out for a moment.

Look, there are two issues
to this investigation,

and so far, you've only
thought of one of them.

Well, outside.

Well, look, first
of all, there's

the issue of the running
down of the girl, yes?

And then there's the
question of the, uh--

the what is it?

You're talking about pills?

Yes, amphetamines
to be precise.

I mean, I'm sorry
to be pedantic,

but accuracy is
important at this point.

You mention
anything about this,

you'll be dialling numbers
of your court for weeks,

you understand?

Lawson,
this is important--

Outside.

What the bloody hell do
you think you're doing?

Alpha-methylphenethylamine,
trade

name Benzedrine or Bennies
depending on how hip you are.

I know what they're called.

Well, I've
conducted an analysis.

That was quick.

Yes, well, increased blood
flow, feelings of euphoria,

a tendency to
indulge in high-risk

behavior with overwhelming
sense of invincibility.

It's definitely amphetamines.

Marvelous.

Yes, but-- but it
leads us to this point.

What is the point?

Ann Fitzgerald.

Yes, amphetamines.
- Shh, shh, shh.

Are the two--

are the two issues linked?

Which leads us to this question.

Who is the father, hm?

Yeah, possibly
Phillip Morrisey, huh?

I mean, I've pushed
him as far as I felt

was appropriate
on that question,

but short of crash tackling
the man to the ground and--

Go home.

forcibly extracting
blood out of him.

And take that bloody
painting with you.

There's something else
going on here, Lawson,

something we're missing.

Home!

Oh,
seize the day, Lawson.

Come on, doc.

Seize
it with both hands.

What are you smiling at?

Ah.

I surrender.

If you can't appreciate the
wonder of that painting,

then there's no hope
for you, and that's

speaking as a doctor.

Your father would
have hated it.

Well, neither of us can
speak for dear old dad,

so let's not try, eh?

Nakedness, Patrick.

She was gloriously naked,
and you couldn't bear it.

Grow up, Blake.

I couldn't give a damn
what she was wearing.

As long as you're authorized,
you could put your arse

up there for all I care.

That's exactly the kind of
hypocrisy I'm talking about.

Oh, don't you ever get
tired of always making a mess?

Oh, I'm
so sorry, Mrs. Clasby.

He seems to have been delayed.

Oh, that's
perfectly all right.

I can't imagine Lucien is the
easiest person to work for.

Would you like a magazine?

Oh, thank you.

That'd be lovely.

He is very kind, though,
despite what he's been through.

He was such a lovely boy.

I don't think his father
knew what to do with him.

I just think he
needs looking after.

Would you like a cup of tea?

Oh, that'd be lovely.

Thank you.

I keep expecting old Dr. Blake
to walk in through the door.

Ah, we can but dream.

Sorry, dad.

Lucien,
where have you been?

Nell Clasby has been sitting
in there since 4 o'clock.

Bloody hell.

Nell, forgive me.

I am so sorry to have
kept you waiting.

That's perfectly all right.

Jean looked after me.

Yes, come on through.

Oh.

How are
you feeling, Nell?

Not the best.

Your new prescription,
it doesn't

seem to be agreeing with me.

Did you bring the
pills in with you?

Yes, but I'm
sure I'll pick up.

Well, perhaps you should
leave the diagnosis to me, eh?

You're looking after yourself?

Of course, I am.

Always
rushing around looking

after everybody else.

And I worry sometimes.

No, honestly, I'm fine.

It's lovely having
you back in town.

And your mom would
have been so thrilled.

Parks.

Yes, sir.

Any idea what
happened back there?

With the doc?

No, sir.

None at all?

No.

He's an interesting
man, Blake.

That war really
made a mess of him.

He's taken you under
his wing, hasn't he?

Uh, I suppose, sir.

A bit of advice, Parks.

It's not your job to
save him from himself.

Your loyalty's to
the force, constable.

Don't you forget it?

Yes, sir.

Breakfast.

Mate.

Quickly.

You
got to help me.

I didn't kill that girl.

Boss thinks you did.

Thinks you ran her down and you
dumped her body in the lake.

He going to set
me up for it, is he?

No, not if you tell
us the truth, he won't.

Danny, you know me.

I wouldn't do
anything like this.

Yeah, well, what
about your headlight?

I ran into a fencepost.

I can show you if you want.

How do you know Ann?

I tried to crack onto
her a few times but--

Yeah, and?
Come on, Ricky.

I need more than this, mate.

And she-- she sold us Bennies.

Where did she get them from?

I don't bloody know, mate.

Why wouldn't you have told
us this in the first place?

I didn't touch her.

I swear.

Ricky's
a dickhead, right?

But I just-- I can't
see him killing anyone.

Well, Lawson seems
to think he did it.

He just bought Bennies
from the girl, that's all.

And where did
she get them from?

No idea.

You know, Danny, you
should tell Lawson.

No, he's not going to like it.

He's a smart man, your boss.

You don't want to get into the
habit of going behind his back.

Oh, well, you do.

Yes, well, he wouldn't
expect anything else from me.

You don't think it's got
anything to do with the pills,

do you?

I don't know.

It'd be good to have
another look at them.

Yeah, well, you swallowed
the only ones we had.

Yes.

Do you mind?

Lucien.

Sorry.

Yeah,
you're a real hero, Danny.

Hey, I stuck my
neck out for you.

Yeah, thanks.

I owe you one.

Yeah, well, don't let me
see you here again, all right?

Sure.

And get that headlight fixed.

Excuse me.

How are you all?

A friend of mine would
like to buy some Bennies.

You know where I could buy some?

You're bloody
kidding me, right?

No.

You're not a copper, are you?

No, I'm not a copper.

Then what were you
doing at the station?

I'm a doctor, and
I'm ex-army, which

means I know more
about amphetamines

than you kids ever will.

Now, look, I spent
two months, two

months straight under
fire day and night

on the Malay Peninsula.

How do you think
we stayed awake?

And by the time
Singapore finally fell,

I'd been awake for three days.

You could say I developed
a taste for them.

You blokes were off
your heads the whole war?

Until the Japs
took us prisoner.

Now, are you selling?

10 bob.

Meet me in the lane in five.

Done.

That true what you were
saying about the war?

Absolutely.

This is where you'd
meet Ann Fitzgerald

and do your business?

Mate, I thought you
said you weren't a copper.

What am I looking for?

Well, you see
that pill has a--

has a groove down the
center, and there's

a-- there's a little nick
about a third of the way

along the groove there?

Yes.

That's caused by a
slight imperfection

in the-- in the pressing mold.

So every pill that
comes from that press

will have that same little nick.

Now, tell me what you see there.

It's a different color.

Mhm.

But exactly the
same imperfection.

Yes.

Now, that pink one,
that's one of Nell

Clasby's blood pressure pills.

And the white one?

The white one's a Bennie.

I bought it from
Ricky in the laneway

behind the picture theater.
- You did what?

I know.
It's a long story.

But look, the thing is, those
nicks are like a signature.

So they're going
to be on every pill

that came out of that press?

Exactly.

And who supplied Nell's
blood pressure medication?

Keith Morrisey.

Keith Morrisey.

I have no idea.

Honestly, I have no idea.

You've
seen these pills?

Yes, I have.

And?

There's no question they
were made on the same press.

How does that happen?

- I don't know.
- Mr. Morrisey--

I don't.

I have no idea.

It's
a nice little sideline

earner, isn't it, selling
amphetamines to idiots?

God, no.

These pills
were made on your press,

and you're saying the
science is beyond you?

No, anyone with a basic
knowledge of science

can do this.

Keith, who else has
access to your pill press?

Well, this is just
bloody marvelous, isn't it?

Science teacher uses his lab
and his father's pill press

to make Bennies.

Quite the little operation
going there, didn't you?

You know what makes
me really angry?

You got one of your students
to sell your pills for you.

You get her pregnant,
very inconvenient.

You run her down, and you
dump her body in the lake.

No.

Bullshit.

I made the pills,
but I didn't kill Ann.

We're
going to find your car.

If there's the smallest bit
of evidence linking her to it,

I'm charging you with murder.

Lucien, what is going on here?

Where's Philip?

Right now, he's being
interviewed about manufacturing

amphetamines.

I want to speak to
Superintendent Lawson.

Did you know he was
having a relationship

with one of his students?

It's impossible.

Really?

She was pregnant.

Someone ran her down and
dumped her body in the lake.

You're not
suggesting that Phillip

would do something like that?

Did he ever talk about her?

He talked about his
students all the time.

Specifically, did he
talk about Ann Fitzgerald?

No, absolutely not.

Doc, you might
want to have a look at this.

Excuse me, Rosemary.

Lucien, you tell the
superintendent I am not leaving

here until this is cleared up.

It was dumped
out near Castlemaine.

It's Morrisey's car.

Right.

Dumped, you say?

Is this blood?

Yes.

Danny, hop in there
for me, would you?

In here?

Yes, please.

Oh, bloody hell.

It's tight.

I'm going to have to
move the seat back.

No, no, no, don't
adjust anything.

Try to, um, look in the rear
vision mirror there for me.

All right.

Whoever last drove
this car, Danny,

how tall would
you say they were?

Oh, he would have
been a real short ass.

You really
think he did this?

You were the one babbling
on about Philip Morrisey

yesterday, weren't you?

Yes, I was, wasn't I?

You know, it's almost
bloody impossible

for me to work out when I
should take you seriously.

He's not confessing, is he?

Give him time.

And he reported his
car stolen, didn't he?

12 hours after
Ann Fitzgerald died.

Her blood was all over
the back seat of the car,

for Christ's sake.

Yes.

It probably is her
blood, but I don't

believe he was the last
person to drive that car.

Can you give me
any logical reason

why you doubt that Phillip
Morrisey didn't kill that girl?

You're never satisfied, are you?

Seems
I have a fair bit

to catch up on in the old town.

What can you tell me
about the Morriseys.

They're nice.

Jean, I'm about to make
some pretty wild accusations

about that family,
and if I'm wrong,

I may well be run out of
this town wearing nothing

more than tar and feathers.

So "nice" doesn't
really help me.

Keith's boorish.

You don't like him?

I don't respect him.

Philip seems decent
enough, though I don't

know where he gets that from.

What about Rosemary?

When she married
Keith, there were

two chemists on Lydiard Street.

Morrisey's was the smaller shop.

She went to war against them.

They were bankrupt
within two years.

Really?

How did she manage that?

Oh, she ostracized the wife.

She spread stories
about the children.

She claimed the husband
propositioned her.

And people believed it?

Oh, the men did.

They seem to like her.

Yes.

Thank you, Jean.

My father brought me here
for my 19th birthday,

and we sat in silence
over brown Windsor soup.

G'day there, ma'am.

How was it, sir?

It was very brown.

Thank you, Cec.

Where's your
infamous painting?

Oh, it wasn't
appreciated here.

I'll have to find
her a new home.

I imagine Keith must be feeling
rather out of sorts right now,

running for counsel on
a law and order platform

and Phillip finding
himself in so much trouble.

We'll rise above it.

Yes, I'm sure you will.

Despite everything
else that Phillip's done,

there's no way that he killed
that awful little slut.

Right.

Well, it was someone else.

Who?

Oh, someone who believes her
social standing in the town

is more important than the life
of a young girl from a reform

school, someone who could steal
her son's car because she could

easily get her
hands on the keys,

someone who lied to me
when they said they had

no idea this girl even existed.

You pathetic little man.

How did you
arrange to meet Ann?

Were you planning on
killing her from the start?

You really believe
I did all that?

Well, arrest me then.

I'm a doctor, not a policeman.

And that tells me everything.

You have no proof.

You come back to this
town with nothing.

Everything you have
is your father's;

his practice, his
house, his housekeeper.

And don't forget his car.

Weak, drunk, and
self-righteous.

You have nothing.

There's another one.

Thank you, Mattie.

He wrote her a
lot of love letters.

Mm-hmm.

Well,
I am in no hurry

to wade through Lake Wendouree
again, I can tell you.

What have we got?

Well, we can't make
out many of the words,

but they're all love
letters from him.

They say things like,
"darling Ann, sweet girl,"

that sort of thing.

And there's his
signatures, there and there.

Yes.

"Love always, Phillip."

And lovely handwriting.

Except this one here.

This is the only one
that's been typed.

Philip, I, um--

I found Ann's bag in the lake.

She packed a change of clothes.

I think she was going somewhere.

I also found quite a few of
the letters you'd written her.

I mean, they're not in great
condition now obviously,

but you can still make
out bits and pieces.

"My darling Ann, sweet girl."

I'm sure she loved you,
and I think you loved her.

Philip, tell me
about these letters.

We couldn't be together,
so I wrote to her.

And your letters were
always handwritten?

Yeah.

Then why is this one typed?

I mean, it's-- it's
barely legible,

but you can make out
a few things like,

"Bakery Lane," and down the
bottom here, "From Philip."

That's not from me.

Who else knew
Ann was pregnant?

I mean-- I mean, certainly her
friend, Josie, at the reform

school didn't know.

No.

Um, Ann didn't tell anyone.

But you did, didn't you?

Philip, did you
tell your mother?

Lawson.

Where is your wife, Keith?

I don't know, but
you've got to find her.

- What happened?
- She came home.

She was beside herself.

I tried to find
out what was wrong,

but she just started screaming
and saying it was all my fault.

Where do you
think she might have gone?

I don't know.

All I know is that she's
in a dreadful state.

Mrs. Morrisey!

Please, find her.

Rosemary.

I found the bag and the letters.

Go away.

Rosemary, it's over.

Keith and Philip need me.

They won't survive without me.

Please.

Please.

Come here.

We should go.

Philip told
me that he was in trouble.

The girl was pregnant.

He declared his undying
love, that sort of nonsense.

Of course, he was-- he was going
to do the right thing by her.

He's-- he's so idealistic.

We had a-- a huge row, and
he just wouldn't see sense.

You sent her a
letter pretending

it was from your son.

Well, I had to do something.

If he wasn't capable of
seeing where this would lead,

I thought that she might.

You took Phillip's car?

She would never have agreed
to meet if she knew it was me.

What happened in the lane?

I-- I offered him
money to go away, start

a new life somewhere else.

But she wouldn't take it.

Perhaps I should have
been more generous.

Perhaps Ann wasn't
for sale, Rosemary.

She told me that
she loved Philip,

that she'd go anywhere with him
as long as they were together.

Imagine that little slut
talking to me about love.

He's my son, and she
was going to ruin him.

I just couldn't let that happen.

There we are.

I-- I think she's lovely.

I like the colors and-- and
the way the light falls on her.

Yes.

But she's a little
bit dominating.

Really?

Yeah, the colors are good.

Yes, I thought
you'd like the colors.

No, she brings a little light
to an otherwise dark world.

What do you think, Jean?

Oh, I think she's gorgeous.

That's why I've contacted
the curator of the gallery.

He'll pick her up tomorrow.

I mean, she's far too lovely
to be hidden away here.

You're giving
her to the gallery?

I've gifted her.

I mean, she deserves to
be seen by lots of people,

don't you think?

Mom used to paint.

Perhaps we could mount a little
plaque alongside her in--

in mom's memory.

What do you think?

Do you think she'd approve?

Oh, she would have loved it.