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Hi, Oriel.

Beautiful painting.

Nurse Ashby!

Hi, Jimmy.

David.

David.

David, it's time to
take your medicine.

I don't want them.

No, David.

That's enough.

I don't want them from you.

David, Dr. Laine said
you must take them.

David, take it--

It's all right, Jimmy.

Please, David,
would you just take--

I'm sure this isn't really
quite what you had in mind

when you suggested
professional development.

I can't just turn and run the
first time it gets difficult.

Evening.

You might want to
watch your shoes.

Do you have a name?

Violet Ashby, 23 years old.

Nurse on duty.

Before dinner, she had
an altercation with one

of the patients, a David Hoyle.

During dinner, he came
back to the bathroom

and he attacked her.

Looks like the knife was
taken from the kitchen.

Miss O'Brien.

Hey.

Having a quiet night out at
the old nuthouse, are you?

Oh, sorry.

No, I didn't mean--

sorry.

Parks.

Oh, sir.

Death knock, sir.

Yeah.

Her father lives
out in Wendouree.

Wendouree?

Don't you usually handle
this sort of thing?

Not tonight.

I could drive him, sir.

The doctor's helping me with
my professional development.

Perhaps, this falls
into that category.

Yes.

Yes, I'm sure the
superintendent can drop me home.

We might be here for a while.

All right.

Just do it properly.

Yes, sir.

Dr. Winters.

Superintendent.

My police surgeon,
Dr. Lucien Blake.

I had the greatest
respect for your father.

Dr. Blake was wanting
to know a few things

about the attacker.

David came to us two
years ago, a catatonic.

He's made great progress
in the last few months.

Good.

Has he ever displayed
violent behavior before?

He attacked his mother.

She had him committed.

Is there anything else
I can help you with.

No, I don't think so.

You should get those cuts on
your hands seen to though.

And by the way,
any chance I might

be able to speak with David?

You'll have to
talk to Dr. Laine.

He was frantic
when we found him.

ECT was the kindest thing
we could do for him.

Electroconvulsive therapy.

Well, it has a
bad name, but it

can be very effective depending
on the voltage and frequency.

And when will he
be able to talk.

He'll be awake
in an hour or two.

But it will be 12 hours or
so before he's fully alert.

You have secure rooms
here, don't you, doctor?

We do.

And we could continue
treatment here until the courts

need him, of course.

Right.

Well, as your police
surgeon, I recommend

you stay here,
save your rostering

on a man for suicide watch.

I mean, up to you, of course.

It's all yours.

Thank you, doctor.

That was an act of kindness.

Lucien.

Kenneth Laine.

After you.

Thank you.

It's so cold in here.

Yes.

Have you seen
ECT before, Lucien?

Not in a medical setting, no.

What other setting is there?

Well, you see a lot of
things during wartime, Kenneth.

We have no idea how
shooting electrical impulses

through the brain can help
these poor souls, but it does.

And one day, I want to know why.

You're interested
in research, eh?

Oh, very.

I understand he attacked Miss
Ashby earlier in the afternoon.

Do you know why?

Well, David has always had
trouble with female authority.

David was committed after
threatening his mother.

Yeah.

Female authority issues.

She had ambitions for him
to be a classical pianist.

I believe the pressure
was too much for him.

The question is, how did he
get his hands on that knife

in the first place?

I don't know.

Kitchen reported it
missing a couple days ago.

He's left the
light on for her.

The boss usually does this.

You've never done
this before, have you?

No, I have.

I have.

I just-- I hate it.

That's all.

Do you want me
to come with you?

I knew you'd forget your keys.

Here we go.

Yes?

Excuse me, sir.

Sorry to disturb you.

Is this the home
of Violet Ashby?

Put that hat on, Constable.

Sorry, sir.

Hat on.

You're going to do
this, do it properly.

I used to be in the force.

I know the rules.

Yes, sir.

I'm afraid I have some bad news.

Not on the bloody doorstep.

Didn't that boss of
yours teach you anything?

Who's this?

I'm district nurse
Mattie O'Brien.

Well, don't just stand there.

Cleaning the room already?

Well, there's no point
leaving it like that.

You're quite sure about that?

You are joking, aren't you?

- I don't know.
- Oh, Blake.

No, I'm serious.

I-- I don't know.

Look, say you're a
homicidal maniac.

And no, no, no, no, no,
please, listen, listen.

And you're completely insane,
you have mother issues,

and you've decided you're going
to kill the nurse on duty.

What do you do?

Do you go and steal a knife
and hide it somewhere,

wait for a few days till she's
all alone then make your move?

Maybe.

Then you're not
insane, are you?

Because you've planned it.

So what are you saying?

Well, I'm saying that--

I don't know.

I'm not getting anything
here, and that's the problem.

I so much preferred
working with your father.

I can well imagine.

We had a call at
the station at 7:40 PM

this evening to attend the Black
Hills Psychiatric Hospital.

By the time we
arrived, the deceased.

Violet.

Violet had-- had
sustained multiple

stab wounds to the abdomen.

It appears to have been
a premeditated attack.

One of the patients.

I'm sorry, sir.

Was she interfered with?

No, sir.

Not from what I saw.

Sarah, Mrs.
Ashby, perhaps, sir.

No.

Violet's mother is
no longer with us.

They didn't look after
her in that place.

I told her to leave
but there was a matter.

With her, it was
a matter of pride.

Well, that's that then.

Constable, Vi wore her
mother's eternity ring

as a kind of keepsake.

It was a mixture of
emeralds and diamonds.

Oh, your daughter's
personal effects

will be returned to you
as soon as possible.

The ring is the only
thing I care about.

Make sure it gets back to me.

Yes, sir.

Bloody hell.

You OK?

Not really.

Danny and Mattie seemed
rather subdued this morning.

I'm not surprised.

You were going to
hand over your receipts.

Hmm?

Your receipts.

Yes.

That's right.

I do have them somewhere,
actually in a few places.

But I'll gather
them all together.

Your father used to
do his own bookwork.

I offered to help.

But it was a matter
of pride for him.

Well, that's where
dad and I differ.

I have no pride.

Did you know, the most modern
technique for treating patients

with mental illness is to
shoot charges of electricity

through their brains?

Yes, electroconvulsive
therapy.

You've been reading
my medical books.

Only when you're not here.

How does it work anyway?

No, no one's really sure.

But somehow, it seems
to break the cycle.

Must be terribly painful.

Yeah.

One couldn't even imagine.

However, very few side
effects apparently.

Short-term confusion
and disorientation,

certainly headaches, and
short-term memory loss.

I'll remember
that when you forget

to give me your receipts.

I'll take you
through shortly, sir.

Lawson.

Sir.

I'm very sorry to
hear of your loss.

Everyone is.

Would you like me
to come with you?

No.

This one will do.

This way, sir.

Doug Ashby.

He was my commanding
officer for 10 years.

Made my life hell.

Is this your
daughter, Violet Ashby?

Yes, it is.

You can head off, Danny.

Well done.

There's one deep stab.

That was the blow
that killed her.

A knife was driven up under
the rib cage, punctured a lung,

severed an artery.

Should have been
dead in 30 seconds.

And after that, there were
five horizontal slashes

across the torso, and one
curved slash, all surface cuts.

Get to the point.

That first blow
seems almost designed

to cause maximum damage,
suggesting a detailed knowledge

of anatomy.

The rest, the rest
were just decoration.

I'll do the talking, doctor.

I'm not convinced
this is necessary.

Well, we need to take
statements where we can.

I'll be in my office.

Mr. Hoyle, I'm
Superintendent Lawson.

And this is Dr. Lucien Blake.

I'd like to ask you some
questions about last night.

I don't remember anything.

What's the last
thing you do remember?

The dining room.

What time was it?

Don't know.

Was it before dinner, was it--

was it after dinner?

Before.

I was playing.

Good.

And what then?

Do you remember having an
argument with Nurse Ashby?

We understand that she
was killed sometime later.

Yes.

Did you attack her?

Must have.

Nurse Ashby was really nice.

She asked me questions.

Then why did you kill her?

I don't know.

David, I've heard you're
a very good piano player.

Not good enough.

He thinks he killed her.

Of course he did.

Then why can't he remember?

'Cause he's a nutcase
locked in a padded cell.

He didn't present as
unfit, just confused.

He's fit for trial.

And that's what worries me.

You know that his fingerprints
were all over the knife?

Are you coming?

I'll catch up with you later.

I couldn't help admiring
your bird, it's beautiful.

I practiced a lot.

Yes, I can tell.

I'm Lucien.

Oriel.

What a lovely name.

What are you going to paint?

I don't know yet.

You know, my
mother was an artist.

And sometimes, she'd let me
come into her studio and I'd--

I'd sit and watch her
paint, I loved it.

Would you like to see
something I've painted?

Oh, yes, please.

Oh.

That's good.

That's really good.

Is that David?

Painted it yesterday.

And this is before he had
the fight with Nurse Ashby,

isn't it?

Before.

The after.

Oriel, tell me, what did
you think of Nurse Ashby?

She asked too many questions.

Thank you, Oriel.

Hello.

I'm Dr. Blake.

I know.

And you are--

Oriel doesn't like you.

I'm sure Oriel can
speak for herself.

I don't like you either.

But you do like
Oriel, don't you?

That's what this is all about.

Don't you talk about her.

And why shouldn't
I talk about her.

Because you're weak.

Well, some people
might debate that.

Now look, Oriel is a
very lovely young woman.

But this isn't the best way
to gain her attention, is it?

Bryn!

Bryn, let him go.

Let him go.

Thank you.

Thank you, Dr. Winters.

They want you to stop
upsetting the patients.

Oh, do they now?

What they really want
me to do is sack you,

but I thought I'd soften it.

You can't help
yourself, can you?

Well, don't you think
something's very strange there.

Of course I Do it's an asylum.

It's all bloody strange.

Well, that big chap
who threatened me sees

himself as Oriel's protector.

I suggest we add
him to the list.

Look, there's no
bloody list, Blake.

Hoyle was found with a knife,
standing over that poor girl.

Is this where
you say something

about working with my father?

Don't tempt me.

You really think something's
wrong about that murder?

Oh, I'm not sure, Danny.

How is Violet Ashby's dad?

He's a tough old bloke.

Apparently, he was the boss's
boss when he first started.

Made his life hell.

Well, explains a few
things, doesn't it?

Listen, can you tell me
where I might be able to find

Mattie this afternoon?

She was rostered on
early this morning.

So she'd be home right now.

I did some checking
around for you.

Ah, thank you.

Did you know Violet Ashby
was accused of negligence?

A patient died last year.

A Patrick Garrett.

Apparently, there was
some mix up with his meds,

and she got off
with a reprimand.

A reprimand?

For fatally mixing
up someone's meds?

Well, apparently it wasn't
quite so cut and dried.

The finding was vague, and
the hospital took her back.

Dear oh, dear.

It's not much of a
recommendation, is it?

How are you?

Perhaps, it was a mistake, me
taking you with me last night.

If I'm going to be
serious about the work,

I need to see all sides of it.

Yes.

Mattie.

She was a nurse.

And she was my age.

And she had--

She had a whole
life ahead of her.

Yes, I know.

Does this mean I'm
not cut out for this?

Oh, not at all.

Do you know what it means?

It means you're absolutely
the right person for the job.

Doctor, a patient
here to see you.

No appointment.

Of course, one
of our regulars?

No, I don't think so.

Oriel, what a nice surprise.

Is that one of your mother's?

That one?

No, no, not that one.

Why are you here, Oriel?

I'm a voluntary patient.

I can sign myself out.

That's not quite
what I'm asking, is it?

You said you
liked my painting.

Yes, I did.

Would you like to see another?

It's you.

Yes.

Do you like it?

Wonderful.

Really wonderful.

You're very talented, Oriel.

I'm not sure that it was a
good idea for you to come here.

Why not?

How did you come to be at
Black Hill in the first place?

Mum and Dad paid
for me to be there.

Why?

It was a boy I liked.

But he didn't like me.

I got angry.

With him?

With his girlfriend.

I see.

And how did you get
on with Nurse Ashby?

She was always asking
questions, writing

things down in a little book.

Hmm.

That's what David said too.

She talked to him a lot.

That was after Patrick died.

Patrick was a
patient, wasn't he?

They said Violet
killed him accidentally.

Do you believe that?

Well, I'll tell you
something, Oriel.

These paintings, boy, they are--

well, they really
are exceptional.

I love the way you
capture how you feel.

And you manage to do that with
your painting of David as well.

He's easy to paint.

You know what he's thinking.

So if I was to look at
your painting of David,

would I see that he was
thinking of hurting Nurse Ashby?

David would never have
hurt her, especially

not with a kitchen knife.

Why not?

His dad was a butcher.

He can't stand the
sight of blood.

And he's terrified of knives.

I see.

Oriel, where were you
last night after David had

his argument with Nurse Ashby?

Lucien is supposed to
mean bringer of light.

Did you know that?

Not really, no.

I think they're wrong.

What's going on?

Oriel Vogel
can't tell me where

she was last night between
the day room and dinner.

So?

She has a history
of jealous attacks,

and she's prone to
inappropriate attachments.

Blake, you're a GP.

You're not a shrink.

What if I can
prove David Hoyle

did not kill Violet Ashby?

Hmm?

How'd you swing this?

You're supposed to
be staying away.

I may have lied to Dr. Laine.

David, how are you?

I'm Dr. Lucien Blake.

Do you remember me?

Do you-- do you
remember why you've

been locked in your cell?

Hmm.

Don't be alarmed, Lawson.

David, I want you
to take this knife.

I want you to take
the knife and stab me.

Blake.

Come along, you won't get
into trouble, I promise.

No.

David, come on.

I want you to take the knife.

I can't.

Blake.

You can't take the
knife, can you, David?

The very thought of touching
the blade terrifies you,

doesn't it?

Lawson, look, I--

I don't know who
killed Violet Ashby,

but I can tell you this, of
all the people it could be,

it wasn't this young man here.

But I did.

I had the knife in my hand.

I have blood on me.

I can still see it.

It's all right, David.

Killed her.

Hmm.

Killed her.

David.

Hey, hey.

No!

Get him out of here.

Oh, God's sake!

You said you wanted to talk
to David for research purposes.

My patients are not there
for you to play games with.

I believe Dr. Blake
was testing a hypothesis.

What hypothesis?

Could you give
us a moment, Ken?

I will not let
this happen again.

It won't, no.

If you don't mind.

You found it hard to believe
that David Hoyle could have

killed Violet, haven't you?

First, it was me you
were wondering about.

Then it's Oriel.

Oriel has private
sessions with Dr. Laine.

I took it from the day
room to Dr. Laine's office.

I collected her an
hour later and took her

to the dining room.

I see.

And what is it you
think you see, Dr. Blake?

And what about you, doctor?

I did not kill Violet.

And why should we believe you?

Because I loved her.

I loved her.

And she seemed to love me.

You were lovers?

Dr. Winters, what
about her reprimand?

Violet always maintained
she was innocent.

How did you get the
cuts on your hand?

Some of our patients
harm themselves just

to give their internal
pain an external form.

I'm no different.

How's the investigation going?

Someone's daughter died.

A number of lives have
been pretty much ruined.

And my pride has
taken a battering.

Oh, I thought you
didn't have any.

I thought so too.

OK.

Right.

You mind?

Sorry.

Thank you.

Gene, hang on.

What?

May I?

Bloody hell.

Jean.

Did I wake you?

No, I was up.

Fancy a drink?

No, I'm fine.

Ah, here's one you know.

Here's one you might know.

Join in whenever you like.

It's a little
late for a singsong.

Nonsense.

Never too late for a song.

Yes, it is.

You play very well.

It's a shame we only
hear you late at night.

Yes.

Of course, Dad was a virtuoso,
who could play anything.

Which is why I eventually
took up the drums.

But oh, bloody hell.

Don't worry.

You should go to bed.

Yes.

Dr. Blake's son gets it
spectacularly wrong again.

Self-recrimination and
alcohol, Jean, never mix.

I'll keep that in mind.

Come on, bed.

Oops.

Should I--

No, no, leave it.

Oh, it's a bloody mess.

Yes.

Oh, I should probably--

I should probably-- probably
go and brush my teeth, Jean.

Oh, sweet Jean.

Jean.

Sir, Violet Ashby's effects.

Her dad wanted them back.

Should I take them over or--

No, give me.

That will be all.

Sir.

One set of car keys.

One pair of glasses, damaged.

And two gold rings.

One with gemstones.

That will be all, superintendent.

Thanks for the house call.

I'm glad it was you and
not that mess of a man

you called your constable.

Constable Parks is all right.

Lawson.

It really was one of her
loonies that did this, was it?

Patient died up there
a couple of months ago.

They blamed Violet for it.

She was trying to prove
it wasn't her fault.

We think it might have
been one of the patients.

Well, what's
your investigation?

I'd be asking a
few more questions.

Sir.

Morning.

Ah, good morning.

Here's a plate of bacon
and eggs when you're ready.

Thank you.

Jean, I do apologize
for last night.

My playing was horrendous.

I wouldn't say that.

Dad would have.

Thank you for the tea.

Lawson.

Now, you're going to
think I've lost my mind.

Ah.

Oriel.

Am I in trouble?

No, no, not at all.

In fact, I think you're about
to be very, very helpful.

Here we are.

I've been studying
your paintings.

They really are very good.

Lawson, would you mind.

Now this one, can you tell
me what's happening here?

You were talking to me.

Right.

And this one?

Why is that so much darker?

The lights went down.

Our power system is very old
it struggles to-- to cope when

there's additional drain on it.

Oriel, do you know
why the lights go down?

It's when Dr. Laine
does the ECT on us.

Right.

Right.

What about these ones?

You painted this one before
David had his argument

with Nurse Ashby, didn't you?

Yeah.

And this one was after
the argument, wasn't it?

He'd left the room.

The lights went though.

I guessed it was for him.

Everyone else was
in the day room.

Right.

What time do you think that was?

7:00.

7:00.

Let's have a little look
in the book, shall we?

Now here we are.

Well, David, 150 volts, 8:55
PM, after Violet was killed.

But there's no record of
any treatment around 7:00.

Oriel, can you tell me
how many times a day would

you say the the lights dimmed?

Well, once or twice, if that.

Four times a day at least.

I count them.

Four.

David had two sessions of
ECT with Dr. Laine that day,

before and after
Violet was killed.

Yet only the latter has
been recorded in the log.

There is no way, no way David
could have killed Violet Ashby.

Get some help!

Step back, I'll
deal with this.

Stay where you are!

Ted, help me.

The cavalry's arrived.

This man's insane.

Oh, just angry.

He wants to know
why your name is

all the way through his
daughter's notebooks.

I can tell you why, Mr. Ashby.

Dr. Laine here thinks of
himself as a researcher.

Lucien.

Extra sessions of ECT.

And I'm guessing
heavier dosages of drugs

just to see what happens.

I mean, after all, they're--

they're just loonies.

What else are they good for?

And then one of them died
and Violet was blamed.

This was the one
who framed her?

Yes.

You see, Violet started
asking too many questions.

And he must have worked
out that she was on to him.

So he murdered her, and
mutilated her, and tried

to frame one of his patients.

This is absurd!

Mr. Ashby, please.

Sir, sir, sir.

I understand this is
your old service pistol.

So?

Went missing in
the changeover.

We've been looking for it.

I-- I just need to do
a bit of paperwork,

then I can put it to bed.

But you must give me the gun.

Not till he confesses.

Doug, it won't be admissible.

You got enough to convict?

I'll get it sorted.

You've got Voilet's notebooks.

She kept meticulous records.

You should be
very proud of her.

You'll be charging me
with firearms offenses

and possible attempt
to commit murder.

That's my decision, Doug.

It's time we go home now.

Kenneth Laine, I'm
charging you on suspicion

of murder and assault. You have
the right to remain silent.

Your old Tom's
boy, aren't you?

Yes.

So everyone keeps reminding me.

Good man, your dad.

Psychiatry is
such a new field.

We're 150 years behind
immunology, 500 behind surgery.

ECT is only in its infancy.

There's a new generation
of antipsychotic drugs

Dibenzodiazepine
shows great promise

when coupled with hypnosis.

And you thought you'd just
speed things along a little?

No one missed Patrick Garrett.

No one would have
missed David Hoyle.

At least their lives could
have been of use to someone.

And Violet Ashby
got framed when

Patrick Garrett died and she
started asking questions.

David had told me Violet
was keeping a notebook.

Doses, treatments, everything.

I couldn't let that go on.

Then you gave Hoyle ECT.

And while he was
unconscious, you

killed Violet and dragged
him into the room,

let him take the knife
so that when he woke up--

Well, he would have no
memory of what he'd done.

We've been checking
your past records.

And there are some
unexplained patient

deaths at other hospitals
that you've worked at.

Not all of those
were research.

And what did your research
tell you after all of this?

Oh, Lucien.

It's far too early to tell.

Lovely to hear the piano
at a reasonable time of day.

Jean.

Thank you for tidying
up after me last night.

I made quite a mess.

No trouble at all.