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Gentlemen, madam,
newly elected councilors--

Done?

Almost.

In accordance
with the Local Government Act,

it is my duty to
call for nominations

for the position of Lord Mayor.

I nominate.

Thank
you, Mr. Beattie.

Mr. Trevorrow.

For the position of
Lord Mayor, all in favor

of the honorable Bruce Beattie?

Adeline?

Adeline?

For God's sake,
put up your hand.

Full votes in favor.

Adeline?

All in favor of
the honorable Graham Trevorrow?

Five votes in favor.

Graham Trevorrow is the
re-elected mayor of Ballarat.

Hello.

No!

Look who's here.

Lovely to see you.

Lucien.

Ah!

I'm so sorry I'm late.

That damn car of your father's--

Gee.

Oh, it's great to see you.

Oh, of course you know Joy.

Mrs. McDonald.

Jean, how are you?

We just happen to
be on the same bus.

Joy's covering the
council election.

You're wanted at the
town hall, police business.

Really?

Already?

I've brought your
medical bag along.

What would I do without you?

Excuse me.

Lovely surprise seeing you, Joy.

You too, Lucien.

I left my
desk right on half past nine.

Annie.

Excuse me, Mrs. Campbell.

You must be Doctor Blake.

The superintendent,
Lawson's, waiting for you.

Right.

And you are?

Conducting an interview.

Sorry about that, Mrs. Campbell.

So was anyone in the
building when you left?

No, I was working late.

You're back then.

Yes.

How was Shanghai?

Oh, Shanghai was fine.

Who's the new chap?

Charlie Davis.

Parks has been
seconded to Melbourne.

Davis is his replacement.

Didn't Jean tell you?

Who do we have here?

Bloody hell, Graham Trevorrow?

Re-elected mayor three hours
ago, fifth year in a row.

Dear, oh, dear.

I'd say broken neck.

Probable cause of death--

landed somewhere
here, split the scalp,

possibly broke his
neck at the same time.

There's blood here,
and there's blood here.

Bear with me.

No protective injuries
on their hands or wrists.

Well, the bloke was drunk.

Well, he'd have to be
catatonic to not at least

try protect yourself.

Blake!

Bloody hell.

Now you
see, Charlie, here,

fell from a height of about
six feet, give or take,

but before he hit
the ground, his hands

were already braced for impact.

Now, Graham Trevorrow, if the
wound was caused by him landing

on the steps, or indeed,
by the urn falling on him,

there may be some blood spray.

But the amount of blood
we're talking about here

suggests significant bleeding
in the back of the head

before he fell.

Now, he was already
injured, perhaps--

perhaps already dead.

Glad to have me back?

I'll let you know.

And I wouldn't go pulling
any more stunts like that

at the Senior Constable.

Oh, he'll get used to us.

No, I don't think he will.

Victim
was male, 6 foot 1,

200 pound, quite a big chap.

Did you get any
sleep last night?

Did you?

Minimal
damage to the clothing.

However, there was
a button missing

at the top of the trousers
front right hand side.

And there was-- Oh,
hang on a second.

There was also an unusual amount
of dust inside the trousers.

Dust?

Yes.

I have no idea.

The missing button may
not mean anything either.

I'll get Davis to
keep an eye out for it.

Anything else?

Hairline fracture, contusions
to the rear upper skull.

The urn was responsible for
some of that damage certainly,

but not all of it.

There were other blows to the
head, but the cause of death

was a single blow to
the back of the neck,

delivered with sufficient
force to sever the spinal cord.

He was murdered, and then
thrown down the stairs.

Look, I really don't
appreciate this, Constable.

Superintendent.

First, we're dragged out of our
beds at some godforsaken hour,

and then told Trevorrow's
taking a fall down the stairs.

And now, your bloke he
wants to know exactly

what I was doing last night.

Sir, I was trying
to explain to--

What were you doing
last night Mr. Beattie?

Having dinner with my family.

Were you there
the whole night?

No, I went out.

And what's that got
to do with anything?

I might continue this
in the interview room.

Thank you, Senior Constable.

Why all the questions, huh?

I was at home from quarter
to seven till half past nine,

and then I had a meeting
with Patrick Tyneman.

Was your family
there the whole time?

No, they went out.

Show Mr. Beattie upstairs.

Thank you, Senior Constable.

If you
follow me, please.

Speedy.

Yeah.

Patrick Tyneman.

Leave it to me.

He knows he
has patients this morning.

Well, how was he?

I've already told you, Mattie.

He seemed perfectly fine.

But did he say anything about
his daughter or [inaudible]??

Well.

Morning.

I do apologize for
missing breakfast.

Ah, Mattie.

How are you?

I'm Good.
How are you?

I'm good.

Good, yes.

We were expecting
you last night,

and we waited up for you--

Mattie, let the
doctor get his breath.

Let me tell you
both something.

I am very, very glad to be home.

Now, patients, you say.

Very good.

I expect Nell will be wanting
her prescription renewed.

Is she here?

Lucien, I didn't want to
have to tell you last night--

Nell Claby's passed away
couple of weeks ago.

It was pneumonia.

I'm so very sorry Lucien.

Oh.

Patients-- who's up first?

Mrs. Sinclair.

Mrs. Sinclair.

Thank you, Jean.

Mrs. Sinclair, how are we today?

How's the little one?

Good, hey?

Excuse me.

What are you doing?

What does it look like?

The council met at 6:00.

They were out of
there by half past.

I came straight
back to my office.

Charlie, keep an eye out for
that trouser button, won't you?

The superintendent
already told me.

What are you doing here anyway?

Well, I always find it useful
to revisit a crime scene,

Charlie.

Never know what you
might have missed.

I came in to
congratulate Graham,

would have been 8 o'clock.

And after that?

After that I went
home and I listen

to the test on the wireless.

Test, Mr. Calahan, what did
you make of that first innings?

I think Benno was a miracle,
but I don't think we should

write off India just yet.

Any family who
can vouch for you?

No, no, just me.

Tell me--

Graham Trevorrow, was
he a friend of yours?

Friend?

Douglas gave everything to
put Graham where he was.

He was utterly
married to the work.

Friend does not begin to--

Frances, Frances--

Superintendent, may
I have a word, please?

Graham was mayor for four years.

This town owes him
an enormous debt.

Frances.

I'm fine Douglas, thank you.

May I ask that you and your
men are careful with what

you say about him.

Graham was an important man.

He was destined
for greater things.

I can't imagine what
his political opponents

would be saying about him now.

Mrs. Trevorrow, we have
reason to believe that this

may not have been an accident.

God, that's awful.

Is there anyone that
we should be speaking to?

Bruce Beattie, I suppose.

Douglas had to pull
a rabbit out of a hat

to get Graham re-elected.

Bruce was furious.

Is there anything
else you need from me?

No, we'll call
you if there is.

Thank you.

I'm fine.

I'm--

What was that about,
Trevorrow's re-election?

We lost two counselors
at the last election,

and Bruce had the numbers on us.

So I turned up the
pressure on Adeline.

Councilor Campbell, she'd
allied herself to Bruce.

We sat on committees together,
and I worked on her for months.

Oh, I see.

That was your rabbit
out of the hat.

Certainly took
Bruce by surprise.

So who becomes mayor now?

You?
- No.

No, I'm walking
away from politics.

Graham was a born politician.

We were going to go all the
way to Canberra together.

Well, if we get the numbers
now, this bi-election might

make things more difficult.

What about Calahan?

He's finished.

And now with Trevorrow
gone, we're--

Gentlemen!

Please don't stop on my account.

We'll follow up on this later.

What were you both
talking about last night

after Graham Trevorrow died?

It must have been
fairly important.

I
thought you were overseas.

In fact, I'm
surprised to see you

back after the miss you left
here last time you were here.

Someone's got to keep
an eye on you, Patrick.

I think you'll find
things have changed a bit

since you were last here--

and about time.

Blake.

Patrick.

He's still your problem.

Bruce Beattie and Patrick
Tyneman both wanted Trevorrow

out of the way.

I told you to
leave this to me.

What, because Patrick
may somehow be involved,

we stop asking questions?

After you headed overseas,
I told him I reinstated you.

He said to me any
infractions on your part

will be sheeted home to me.

Oh, for heaven's
sake, he's not

the bloody police commissioner.

Well, no, but he holidays with
the commissioner and his family

in Sorrento each
year, which is why

tripping up Senior
Constable Davis last night

was a bad idea.

You think Davis was sent
up here to keep tabs on you?

It's not just me.

It's you, me,
everyone, which is why

you need to pull your
head in and concentrate

on what's important.

Now we still don't know
where Trevorrow was killed.

Will the dust marks on his
trousers give us anything?

Oh, at this point,
I have no idea.

Are you sure we should
be discounting Patrick?

What, you think just
'cause he threatened me,

I won't do my job?

Forgive me.

Of course not.

Then go home.

Excuse me, doctor?

It's, um--

Oh-- Joy!

How are you?

What on earth are you doing?

Um, an experiment.

When you die, your
blood coagulates.

And I'm using jelly
crystals to simulate

some of that same effect.

Is this to do with
Graham Trevorrow.

Ah-- of course.

Patrick Tyneman
brought you up here.

He told me there was going to
be significant change at town

hall.

Exactly what kind of change?

Political change.

He was backing Bruce Beattie.

So what's the purpose?

There was blood on the steps
at the town hall with a very

particular consistency.

I'll show you.

Fresh blood-- you
see the shape of it?

It's smooth.

It sort of flattens out.

Like water.

Exactly.

Now, here's the blood with
the jelly crystals mixed in.

You're speeding
up coagulation.

Exactly.

The blood on the steps had
a very similar consistency

to the jelly here, suggesting
a time gap of about 30 minutes.

Now what does it mean?

It means that Graham
Trevorrow must have been dead

for at least half an
hour before his body

was thrown down the stairs.

And Patrick wants
to know what I know,

and he sent you
here to find out.

I came because I
wanted to see you.

Really?

You don't believe me, do you?

Of course, I do.

The superintendent
is making inquiries.

And
I'm guessing you

won't tell me what they are?

Graham Trevorrow was murdered
somewhere in the town hall.

But you don't
know where, do you?

No.

But let me buy you
a drink at the club,

and we can discuss it further.

Would you like to
make another appointment, Mrs.

McDonald?

Oh, I'll play it by ear,
but thanks all the same.

This is where you usually
warn me to stay away from him,

isn't it?

Is that what you're about to do?

Sorry to disappoint you.

We're very lucky that he's
come back at all, really.

He's a very important
member of this community

and anything that encourages him
to stay here is very welcome.

He enjoys your visits.

His mood improves, and
that's no bad thing.

And what about yourself, Jean?

Good afternoon, Mrs. McDonald.

Cleaned up
any more blood this morning?

Police have
gone through the place

and they've talked to
everyone, including me.

Now if you don't mind--

I wonder if the Council
knows their cleaner's

spent time in jail.

Who told you?

That tattoo on your arm--

and your reaction just now.

What do you want?

Look, you said the police had
been right through this place.

Did they check everywhere?

Just about.

So not everywhere?

Why don't you have
a look for yourself?

W-- What are you doing?

Going through Graham
Trevorrow's clothes.

No, there are
proper procedures

for the correct
handling of evidence.

You've been looking for a
missing button, I believe.

Where did you find this?

In the
basement of the town hall.

And you think
that's where he was murdered?

No.

I think it was where he
was meeting his lover.

How do you work that out?

Oh, come on, Charlie.

You're a man of the world.

Ever lost a button
from your braces?

I don't wear braces.

Right.

Well, it can happen if you,
uh, pack on a few pounds

or if you find
yourself in a fight

or if a lady friend becomes
rather too enthusiastic.

I'm still not
getting it, doctor.

Look-- lipstick.

Now I'm guessing that
was on Trevorrow's face

and he wiped it off
after she'd gone.

Trevorrow was re-elected
just after 6:00,

spoke with Doug Calahan around
8:00, and he was dead by 9:00.

In between those times,
he had sex with a woman

in the basement of the town
hall, which rather increases

the range of possible
motivations for killing him,

wouldn't you think?

And of course, you'll tell
Lawson you worked all this out,

won't you?

And by the way, do you
know Patrick Tyneman?

I've heard of him.

Why?

No reason.

Listen, would you also
inform the Superintendent

that I found blood on the
door leading to the officers.

And if he needs me,
I'll be at home--

conducting research.

Love
sneaking up behind me.

Hm, now what?

Uh, now kiss your hand.

Oh, come on, Mattie,
with a little more passion

please!

Right.

Here, wipe that off.

That-- that's hard
to get out, you know?

Well, there's a lot more
on that one, or maybe

that's a stronger lipstick.

Or a lot more kissing?

I can't believe I didn't
detect any lipstick on him

during the autopsy.

It's not quite red.

Bright red's popular
with some people.

And that sends a
message, is that right?

Oh, yes!

Not necessarily.

That's a different
kind of red?

It's much darker.

It's stronger.

It's a statement.

It's a statement.

Saying what?

It's saying, "I'm a
very attractive woman."

But not conventional.

She has more
authority than that.

And she has money.

That's an expensive lipstick.

It's not waxy, you see?

Right.

Will it hold up in court?

Absolutely not, but it
would in my sewing circle.

Well, it's hardly scientific.

I know but worth a try, eh?

Excuse me, ladies?

Ladies?

If we could have a
moment of your time?

Just carry on working.

Superintendent.

Miss
Campbell, can we have word?

What were your feelings about
the deceased, Mrs. Campbell?

Graham was an
arrogant bastard.

I hated him.

And
when did that change?

You can blame Doug
Calahan for that.

We sat on committees together.

It was Doug who convinced
me to change my allegiance.

You might have to explain.

Doug read the numbers.

He knew that Graham
was in trouble

and that I might be
useful, so he worked on me.

But it wasn't
until very recently

that Graham himself actually
took any notice of me.

And that's when you
changed your mind about him?

Graham was a powerful man.

It was good being
noticed by him.

Wasn't there a
conflict of politics there?

I was elected
as an independent.

Bruce made certain promises,
benefits to the electorate.

Doug Calahan trumped those.

What
happened last night?

Graham came to thank me for
my support and went further.

Afterwards, he went back to his
office, I went back to mine.

And the next time
I saw him, he--

Were you in love with Graham
Trevorrow, Mrs. Campbell?

I'm not a schoolgirl.

He was a consummate politician.

Everything was about himself.

And you didn't mind that?

He wasn't the only
one who enjoyed himself.

My husband died five years ago.

I'm not going to dress in
black for the rest of my life.

Mrs. Trevorrow?

Superintendent.

Does this have to
become public knowledge?

I take it you
mean Mrs. Campbell.

Did you know about this?

No.

But when I heard she
was being questioned,

it didn't take long
to work out why.

Doug Calahan
believed your husband

could be prime minister.

We all did.

One more year as mayor
while Douglas planned

the move into federal politics.

But then he goes
and has an affair?

How many times did
he have sex with her?

Uh, once from
what we can tell.

Hardly qualifies as an affair.

I spent my entire marriage
turning a blind eye

to this sort of thing.

I just don't want it thrown
back in my face in public.

And
might there have--

have been
an angry husband who

wanted to hurt Mr. Trevorrow?

Maybe.

And what about
you, Mrs. Trevorrow?

I gave everything to Graham.

People tended to
do that, you know?

Now that he's gone, his
reputation is all that I have.

Please don't destroy it.

Oh, this won't become public
unless there's a need to know.

Thank you.

No murder
weapon, still no murder sign--

Yes, I'm aware of that.

But I'll tell
you this, whoever

killed Trevorrow
dragged his body

along that town hall corridor.

Goodbye.

You
told me once there

were consolations to
living in Ballarat.

Are they still enough?

Goodness, did I say that?

You know you did.

And don't wave it
away with a joke.

I'm interested.

Truth is, I was
actually looking

forward to getting back.

Of course, I get back
and things are different.

Different how?

Oh, the usual ways--

someone dies, someone leaves.

I guess I made the mistake
of thinking that somehow

all of this was permanent.

I could
help, you know--

find ways to make life more
bearable, if you let me?

Wouldn't that
affect your employment

with Patrick Tyneman?

We're all adults, Lucien.

So what's going on at town hall?

Joy McDonald,
you are shameless.

As I said, I'm interested!

And Trevorrow did have
a certain reputation.

No comment.

I'll take that as a yes.

Here.

Thank you.

So who's involved?

Bruce Beattie.

Thwarted ambition?

Mm.

And I know you'll think
I'm completely mad,

but Patrick's in the mix.

I'll put that down
to your own fixation.

Um, Frances Trevorrow,
Adeline Campbell,

counselor for central board.

What's
her involvement?

Well, let's just say, um,
Graham Trevorrow's reputation.

And I talked to Carl
Laidley, the cleaner.

Now I'm convinced he knows
more than he's letting on.

He won't talk to you?

Well, I may have
threatened him somewhat.

Hm.

Now if you've
finished with my pen--

I might need it.

And it's a good excuse
to see you later.

Why are you smiling?

I suppose this really
is the only way of getting

to know you, isn't it?

Excuse me?

Can we have another
round, please?

I feel sorry
for both of those women, really.

No!

I wouldn't waste your sympathy.

That's a little harsh.

Well, he was a married man.

She shouldn't have let
him get away with it.

And the other one just
shouldn't have gone there.

Thank you, Jean.

This looks wonderful.

You're welcome.

Now how's the
study coming along?

Well--

Study?

I am taking
classes in Melbourne.

Social work.

Social work?

Why social work?

Well, nursing is fine.

So is medicine.

But I want to see more of life,
make a difference for a change.

Make a difference, eh?

A little harsh on
medicine, don't you think?

Well, I didn't mean that--

Lucien, don't tease her!

I'll stay on as district
nurse until I graduate.

And after that, I'll--

Mattie-- Mattie, good for you.

Experiencing more of life is
nearly always a good thing.

Did you know social workers
used to be called almoners?

I've always loved that term.

Uh-uh.

I'll get it.

Coming!

That wasn't so bad, was it?

Phew!

Matthew!

Lucien.

One of the clerics found her.

I thought you'd like to see her.

Thank you, Matthew.

I'll get Verner
to do the autopsy.

Will that be all right?

Yes.

Verner does good work.

Matthew, the last
time I saw Joy,

she was asking me
about Trevorrow.

And I suggested that she talk to
the cleaner here, Carl Laidley.

We'll find him.

Cause of death, severe
trauma to the head,

hematomas, depression
fracture of the skull.

Possible finger marks suggest--

suggest struggle

taking place before she died.

Finger marks.

Injuries in context suggest
victim was thrown or pushed

from the upper story landing.

Doctor?

Uh, Mrs. McDonald's effects.

Yes, of course.

Thank you, Charlie.

I'll run by Laidley's
place, report him in.

Good work.

My pen--

I lent Joy my pen.

It's not here.

Well,
that was everything

that she had with her.

Um, you might want to go
home and leave this to us now.

I think I might
stay here, if I may.

Staff
at the town hall

said they saw Carl
Laidley with her.

They were arguing.

Apparently, he was shouting.

Maybe he tried an arm
with her and she fought him?

I don't know.

How does that fit
in with Trevorrow?

Well, Carl Laidley
and Graham Trevorrow

grew up on the same
street together.

They both dated the
same girl, Frances

Tuey, now Frances Trevorrow.

Is that enough of a reason?

Two murders in exactly
the same place--

I'm sorry.

There was no one on the desk.

Lucien, I'm so sorry about Joy.

I brought you some lunch.

I thought you might
be starving by now.

Thank you, Jean.

Will you be home later?

Um, I don't know.

No, no.

There'll be dinner either way.

Matthew.

Mr. Laidley.

Are you hungry?

Let's see what we have here.

Corned beef, mustard,
lettuce, and tomato made

by a very good friend of mine.

I didn't hurt
that girl of yours.

How do you know I knew her?

She told me.

I heard you two
had an argument.

And what was that about?

She got really pushy.

Asked a lot of questions.

I started shouting at her.

Lawson tells me you
and Frances Trevorrow

used to go out together.

I knew Graham from way back.

Had the charm.

Took whatever he
wanted, women included.

And I didn't kill him, if
that's what you're thinking.

Mr. Laidley, the
night Trevorrow died,

who came to his office?

All the staff.

Well, Graham closed the door.

Got me to unlock the back.

Had an important meeting.

With who?

That toff, you know?

That big bastard.

Patrick Tyneman?

Talked for about half an hour.

I heard him go out.

I looked up again
and then went home.

I thought they
hated each other.

They did.

And I told your
girl about that too.

Thank
you, Mr. Laidley.

You
leave Tyneman to me.

Those men were
enemies for years.

Trevorrow would always block
Tyneman's tenders to Council.

And listen, Tyneman
meets with him

the night he's reelected mayor.

Half an hour later, Trevorrow
is dead at the bottom

of the bloody stairs!

What, so he just goes
ahead and murders two people,

does he?

Oh, I don't know.

I do know this.

It wasn't Carl Laidley.

Davis spoke to one
of the clerks there.

Laidley left the
town hall with him.

They went and played cards.

There were other people present.

Joy was still alive when
they left the town hall.

So you've released Laidley?

Yes.

Good.

Let's make sure he
goes back to work.

Blake--

Listen, find who
killed Trevorrow

and we find who killed Joy.

And I am telling you,
Patrick's involved somehow.

You leave Tyneman to me.

Patrick!

Lawson, what the
hell is going on?

It's just a few
questions about Joy McDonald,

if you don't mind.

Lucien?

Matthew said you left
almost an hour ago.

I wrote
Joy's parents a letter

sending my condolences.

She was very fond of you.

Mm!

Yes.

And look where that got her.

She went to that
town hall because I

as good as sent her there,
and I couldn't protect her.

Mind you, I shouldn't
be surprised.

I couldn't protect my
wife, my own daughter.

Hell, I couldn't even prevent
Danny from going to Melbourne.

And don't get me
started on Neil Glasby.

Bloody hell!

Well,
if you're going

to wallow around in self-pity,
I might just head home.

Joy was there because
she wanted to be.

And the same goes for all of us.

You think you have to do
everything by yourself, Lucien.

It's not possible.

You do your best.

And sometimes-- well,
sometimes it's just not enough.

Jean, they both died in
exactly the same place.

Well, that sounds
very deliberate.

You think so?

Absolutely.

Someone went out of their
way to make that happen.

So whatever it is, the answer
has to be at the town hall.

Mrs. Campbell?

What can I do for you, doctor?

I hope you don't mind.

Sadly, my memory isn't
what it should be.

Graham Trevorrow--

I've told you everything.

I don't think you have.

You told us you
meant nothing to him.

I didn't.

That's not his writing.

You could barely read
Graham's handwriting.

The typing girls had a
terrible time with him.

Then who's writing is it?

It's Doug Calahan's.

He and Graham were
always passing notes

back and forth in Council.

But who's it about?

Well, I think it's about you.

One more thing, if I
may, Mrs. Campbell.

Doug Calahan, did he
have a transistor radio?

A--a--a wireless in his office?

Of course, he did.

He was always working back.

He listens to the cricket.

Mr. Calahan?

Calahan!

Stop!

Calahan!

Stop him!

Stop him!

Oh-- whoa, whoa--

Please-- please,
don't let me fall.

I can't hold you.

Give me your other hand.

You tried to save her,
but she couldn't hang on.

I--

I came into my office,
and she was there.

She knew what happened.

I tried-- tried to stop her.

She ran out onto the landing.

I-- I grabbed her and she
toppled over the rail.

But I couldn't hold her.

And
Graham Trevorrow?

We found traces of
blood on the bat--

even though you'd cleaned it
and oiled it at some point

over the last few days.

A collectible bat kept on
display doesn't require oiling.

Do you
gentlemen know your cricket?

A little.

Melbourne, January in
1937, Bradman scored 270

in the second innings.

But in the end, it was his
tactics that won the game.

That's why Graham
bought me the bat.

I was working as usual,
listening to the radio,

and he told me what he
and Adeline had done.

He knew what
she meant to you, didn't he?

He thought I was
talking about a vote.

You gave him
everything-- everything--

and he took it
all, including her.

Well, she never
knew how I felt.

It was just politics at first.

Graham needed her.

But we sat on
committees together,

and I started looking
forward to each day.

I thought I was fine not
having a wife of my own.

In the matter of
Graham Trevorrow,

one blow to the back
of the head, one

blow to the back of the neck.

Yes.

In the measure
of Joy McDonald--

I never meant to hurt her.

I am so sorry.

We're
charging Douglas Calahan

with the murder of your
husband and the manslaughter

of Mrs. McDonald.

We expect he'll plead
guilty to all charges.

Thank you.

Will you tell Douglas
something for me?

Of course.

Tell him if Graham
wanted that woman,

he had no right to complain.

It's what we all had
to put up with in order

to be with Graham.

Was it
worth it, Mrs. Trevorrow?

No.

But that's beside the point.

Gentlemen.

Your father used
to come here too.

Yes, I remember as a boy
coming down here with dad.

It was wonderful.

Do you mind if I join you?

Please!

Hop in out of the cold.

Ah-- enjoying the view?

Isn't it something?

What happened with
your daughter, Lucien?

I have a photograph.

Oh-- oh,
she's beautiful.

Yes, isn't she?

I'm told my wife died shortly
after they fled Singapore.

Thankfully, the boat
made it to the mainland.

And Li was taken in by a--

a lovely local family.

She's 23 now.

Of course, it's funny, isn't it?

In my mind, even though
the years have marched on,

she's always been a little girl.

Anyhow, she, um-- she really
didn't want to see me.

She asked me to leave.

I don't know if I'll
ever see her again.

Oh, surely, you will.

Well--

What will you do now?

Now I'm going to
drive you and I home.