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Evening, sir, ma'am.

Got a light?

Yes, of course.

May I have my
lighter back, mate?

Of course.

Just take it.

Come on, old man!

The deceased is
Noel Ashford, mid 50s.

Witnesses say he fell from
the Colonists' about 9:30.

Well after closing time.

My guess is he's
had a few too many.

Cause of death?

Oh, impact.

Injuries?

I'd say a broken skull.

That's very good, Dr. Lawson.

What did you find on him?

Oh, just these.

Nice.

Cec?

My dear chap, are you all right?

I will be, sir.

Thank you.

Good.

Uh, this is probably the last
thing you need right now,

but would you mind taking
me up to the balcony?

Certainly, sir.

I checked the
premises thoroughly

before I locked up, sir.

Mr. Ashford wasn't
even a member.

He-- he resigned last year.

Uh, financial
difficulties, I heard.

Cec, why don't you take
a seat, catch your breath?

I'll take a look.

Must have fallen
from about here.

Certainly hitting a car from
this height could kill you.

Why here?

Oh, that's a
good question, Cec.

Perhaps he had a particular
sentimental attachment

to the club.

I don't know.

I'd like to find out a little
bit more about our Mr. Ashford.

Noel Gregory Ashford,
Member Number 471.

Joined the club in 1935.

He became the Club
Snooker Champion in 1947.

He drank whiskey sour.

That's very impressive, Cec.

A few weeks ago, you were
in here with a lady friend.

Joy McDonald.

Very sorry about
what happened.

Thank you, Cec.

So am I.

Please--

That's my husband.

Noel Ashford.

We were going to go to
the theater tomorrow.

I don't understand.

I am sorry, Mrs. Ashford.

Come on, mum.

Nice family.

Why kill yourself?

Waiting for him to
respond may take awhile.

Bruising around the eyes,
some facial abrasions--

he landed on his back?

Yes.

Not too many external
injuries by the looks,

but his contour's
unusual, isn't it?

Dipping at the hips, bulging
at the upper and lower abdomen.

Let's take a look
at his legs, eh?

Ah, extensive
scarring to the knees.

He's made a right mess
of that at some point.

I forgot we had a phone.

It's only used
for emergencies.

Alice Harvey.

It's a hit and run.

Constable Michael Martin.

Michael?

Michael, it's Dr. Blake.

Can you hear me?

He's breathing is normal.

He's unconscious.

We need to get him
straight to emergency.

What happened?

W-- heading out to Nerano
and following up a disturbance

out of Clayton Shaw's farm.

And Mick was changing his flat
and this bloody truck just

comes flying around the corner.

And-- and I must have
lost it on the wet road.

Did you get a good
look at the driver?

No.
No.

But it was a-- it was a--
a standard delivery truck.

It had-- had some kind of
brand painted on the sign.

Right.

We'll start at Leemonth Road
and continue to work south.

We'll find this mongrel
if it takes all night.

Hey, pull up.

No plates.

Still warm.

This is definitely the one.

Red joy stick
has been peeled off.

Doesn't matter.

I know exactly who
this belongs to.

Leon Woods, are you the owner
of the Ballarat Apple Farm?

You know I am, Matthew.

Where were you at
half past 11 last night?

Asleep.

Anyone who can vouch for you?

The Mrs. And
what's this about?

My officer was knocked down
by one of your delivery trucks

last night.

We found it abandoned in
an empty lot this morning.

Well, that's not possible.

And the other truck is
locked up in the garage.

So how come the engine
on the one we found

this morning was still warm?

Anyone else have
keys to your garage?

Only me.

And the drivers always return
the keys when they're done.

So only you could have been
driving this truck last night?

Which I didn't
because I was asleep.

Look, I can take you
down to me property.

My truck will still be there.

That's a good idea.

Give your keys to Davis.

Come with me to the station.

What, I don't get to go home?

No!

Your name was printed
all over the truck

that knocked down my officer.

Morning.

Morning.

Anything in the paper
about Noel Ashford?

No, no.

Too late for the early edition.

I don't understand
how he could

possibly do that to his family.

Maybe he was depressed.

That doesn't make
it right, Mattie.

No, not right, but at
least understandable.

Hillary buried
her first husband.

The daughter was devastated.

If anyone should be
suffering from depression,

it's those two.

It's a lovely job,
by the way, Jean.

Oh, thank you.

One pull, one?

Well, there's a little
more to it than that, Mattie.

I wouldn't know.

I never learned.

Right.

This evening, I'm teaching you.

Ah.

Blake's residence.

Yes, I'll tell him right away.

You're wanted at the morgue.

I wanted
to show you these grazes

on the face around the ears.

They haven't changed in color
since presenting last night.

How could a person graze
both ears and the tip

of his nose at the same time?

It doesn't fit with what
we know of the impact.

You have an
alternative theory?

I don't think it's
bruising at all.

It's frostbite.

Frostbite?

All right, let's open him up.

Where's the heart?

Down here-- and here.

It's ripped.

Displaced organs-- the spleen,
heart, the liver's been torn.

It's almost in his pelvis.

That certainly explains
that unusual contour

we noticed earlier.

Tell me what you see.

I've never seen
anything like this.

I have.

Soldiers-- soldiers whose
parachutes have failed to open.

They end up looking
very much like this.

Mr. Ashford did not fall from
the Colonists' Club Balcony.

Close him up.

What are you suggesting?

Well, now just hear me out.

There's physical evidence of
frostbite on the ears and nose

and massive internal injuries.

It's maybe a stretch--

It usually is.

but the injuries are
consistent with a fall from

a place much higher
than any building

in Ballarat and much colder.

Meaning what?

Perhaps he fell from a plane
flying overhead-- an outrageous

notion, certainly.

But one thing I
do know is this--

the organs were
extensively displaced.

Well, wouldn't the body
be in worse condition?

Not necessarily.

You see, skin is
packed with proteins.

They can stretch many
times their length.

So the body's falling
through the air.

It reaches a certain
velocity and hits the car.

Easy.

Sorry.

The car takes much
of the impact.

The skin-- the skin
resumes its shape.

The real damage-- the real
damage has occurred internally.

A plane?

I cannot think of
another explanation.

Sir?

Sir?

I got a call from the hospital.

Martin's conscious.

But he doesn't
remember anything.

Of course, he doesn't.

I'll go and visit him later.

What else?

Well, uh, Leon
Woods was telling the truth.

His other truck's locked
up at his property now.

How can that be?

How many trucks does he own?

Two.

How many are you
saying there are now?

Three.

What am
I meant to do with those?

Well,
they're from Leon Woods.

I don't know, evidence?

I think you'll
find it's bribery.

No one eat the apples!

Now listen, this is the truck
that hit Constable Martin?

Definitely.

Definitely?

Yeah.

Right.

One of Leon's apples--

Blake--

Just bear with me.

I want to show you something--

a little bit of science.

I'll try not to
mess up your desk.

There we are.

The star of the apple
always has five points.

The star of the apple?

Yes, look!

The picture of the apple on the
side of that truck has four--

not the kind of mistake an
apple connoisseur like Leon

would make.

That truck has nothing to do
with the Ballarat Apple Farm.

It has nothing to
do with Leon Woods.

Bloody hell.

Someone went to the trouble of
painting a copy of the Ballarat

Apple Farm logo on the
side of that truck,

albeit slightly inaccurately.

It suggests they were
trying to hide whatever

it was they were transporting.

And I can tell you both
this, it wasn't apples.

It might also explain why they
failed to stop after hitting

the young Constable.

Try not to spill out
any of your theories

about planes just yet.

Mrs. Ashford.

This is everything your
husband had on him.

He was only able
to wear that once.

I bought it for
him a few days ago.

There's also his
wallet and some tobacco.

You can keep the tobacco.

He didn't smoke.

Well-- oh, and, uh--

I thought he was
looking forward to it.

Mrs. Ashford, [sighs] I--

I'm sorry, but I'm curious.

If your husband
didn't smoke, why

would he have tobacco on him?

I don't know.

Probably belonged to
one of the pilots.

Pilots?

He was president
of the Flying Club.

They all smoked except Noel.

May I?

Of course.

Is there anything else you need?

No.

Thank you.

Davis, head out to
the local flying club.

Actually, I could
go with Charlie.

Brief him on the way
and save you some time.

Good idea.

He might learn something.

Come on, Charlie.

15
miles northeast,

passing 6,000 inbound.

Good morning, ma'am.

Uh, I'm Senior Constable Davis.

This is, uh, Dr. Blake.
- Ah--

Morning.

Beatrice Ryan.

I'm the secretary
for the Flying Club.

We just need a moment of
your time, if that's all right?

Of course.

What can I help you with?

Just a routine
follow-up at the moment.

Um, were any flights
scheduled here last night?

They don't usually
fly at night.

Right.

And how many pilots
do you have here?

Just two now--

Mr. Townsend and Mr. Dankworth.

You see, we're a
training facility.

There's no courses
on at the moment,

so the pilots are
using the spare time

to maintain the planes.

Lovely.

And you're here every evening?

No, I only work
during the day.

Right.

I'd just like to, um, double
check that no flights left here

last night.

Of course.

We can take a look at the
logbooks, if you like.

Uh, so each pilot
has their own logbook

and there's one for each plane.

Uh, the Cessna 310
is the only plane

in operation at the moment.

We record the date, the
time, the hours flown,

the location to and from.

Nice.

Uh, as you can see, the
Cessna wasn't flown last night.

So this plane,
the, um-- the Cessna,

that was flown five days ago?

That's right.

And if we wanted to
speak to those two pilots?

Oh, they're on the
tarmac right now.

Oh, tremendous.

Thank you so much for your help.

Let me give you a hand.

Um, just over there.

Thank you.

You see, those--
those picture frames,

they need urgent attention.

The-- the wood, it wears away
if it isn't polished correctly.

I didn't know that.

Well, sometimes I
wonder if people notice

they've been cleaned at all.

I think people notice.

All
stations Ballarat.

Alpha Zulu November--

That logbook-- all the
entries were written in pencil.

Makes it fairly easy to adjust
any information, if need be.

And yes, Charlie, she's a
very attractive young woman.

I imagine this has all
been quite a shock for her.

Well, lucky she met me then.

Yes, I suppose so.

Yeah,
it's got a few gremlins.

Might need a bit more trim.

Excuse me, gentlemen?

I'm Senior Constable Davis.

This is Dr. Blake.

I'd like to ask you a few
questions about this plane.

A copper and a doctor--

Aren't we lucky?

What
are your names?

Lyle Townsend.

Hugh Dankworth.

Now
has this plane been

flown in the last 24 hours?

Are you second guessing the
logbooks you just inspected?

I'm assuming that's what you
were doing in our office.

You fly this plane last night?

You won't
get a different answer

from him unless you ask
a different question.

We're looking into
Noel Ashford's death,

trying to ascertain exactly
what happened last night.

He threw himself from
the Colonists', didn't he?

Well,
we're investigating

all possibilities.

Last time it was flying
was, what, five days ago?

Look, I'm sure Beatrice
has already told you that.

And where were you blokes last
night at around half past nine?

We went into town
for a few beers.

We were walking home
right about that time.

We got a plane to
get back in the air.

Excuse us, gents.

I'd like to apologize
for not being much help

last night, sir.

Well, I--

I hope you don't blame
yourself for what happened.

Well, what happens in this
club is my responsibility.

Well, between you and me, I
don't think he fell from here.

Sir?

I think
he fell from a plane.

I don't know why,
I don't know how.

I didn't hear
anything, although there

was a storm last night.

The pilots of the Astrid?

They swear no plane went up.

Cec, that tobacco you
were smoking last night,

may I see it?

Oh, so you're
taking up smoking?

Ow.

I smoke very occasionally since
Mrs. Beasley does not approve.

Mm.

Fairly popular, is it?

Well, it's
very high quality.

And it's also quite
inexpensive to match.

Black market
tobacco usually is.

We found an identical
pouch on Noel Ashford.

But Mr. Ashford, uh--

Didn't smoke, I know.

So why did he have it on him?

Where did he get it?

Clearly, he didn't
buy it from a shop.

Uh, is sir asking
for my supplier?

And if I was?

With respect,
sir, I don't think

the members would be too happy
if their favorite tobacco

supply was shut down.

Your loyalty is admirable.

Uh, sir could do
with a haircut--

possibly Hystrange.

An
eighth and a half

further away is Hayatach
followed by Nieman.

Aerial star, second
lunge, on balance

third lunge, and Shanghai
dropped down to second.

What are you looking for?

A trim, thank you.

Quarter-inch off the sides.

Tapered?

Rounded.

Haven't seen you
in here before.

First time.

Fancy suit.

Doctor?
Lawyer?

Copper?

Doctor.

Mm.

Well, doctor, you've had
your hair cut recently,

so what are you
really in here for?

I smoke.

How many pouches?

Two.

Why didn't you just say so?

Tell me.

Say I wanted more, a lot more--

Do you smoke a lot?

How quickly can you get it in?

Five hours, give or take.

Please, keep the change.

Thanks.

Thank you.

You look like
you have some news.

I've just been to see the
local barber, Willard Baxter.

That's hardly a
front page headline.

I purchased illegal tobacco
from the man-- uh, for research

purposes, of course.

He has boxes of it
in his storeroom,

and I think it's the same
tobacco Noel had on him.

Charlie found traces
of tobacco in that truck.

So Willard Baxter is
bringing chop chop into town?

Why doesn't that surprise me?

And I asked him if he could
get me some more-- a lot more.

He said he could in
around five hours.

Wow.

The nearest tobacco
farm is Myrtleford.

Ballarat to Myrtleford,
well, the round trip in a car

is at 9 hours at least.

He's not driving it in.

Oh--

He's flying it in.

Now Baxter's definitely
connected to the Flying Club.

Those boxes in
his storeroom have

the same stamp on the side.

So Baxter gets
the truck and makes

it look like he's
transporting apples

and hits a police
officer in the process.

Get in touch with
military records.

See if we can find anything on--

Uh, yeah-- uh, Lyle
Townsend and Hugh Dankworth.

Will do.

Dankworth?

Let's bring them in.

Pay Baxter a visit,
while we're at it.

Lawson, before
you drag Baxter in,

we should find out which pilot
is handing the tobacco over.

Whoever that is may also be
responsible for Noel's death.

Baxter's not going anywhere.

In the meantime, we can
go straight to the source

and potentially solve
all three crimes--

your hit and run, the tobacco
operation, and Noel's murder.

Right.

15
miles Northeast, passing

6,000 inbound, circuit out.

Alpha Zulu
November, this is Chief--

Ladies.

Hello, doctor.

Beatrice, nice to see you.

Miss Ashford, how are you?

Oh, I'm-- I'm all right.

Thank you.

Uh, it's, um, Miss
Alexander, by the way.

Noel was my stepfather.

I do beg your pardon.

Still, I imagine it must
be difficult gathering

Noel's things together.

Beatrice has been helping me.

She's-- she's been very kind.

Is there anything you need?

Well, as a matter of fact,
one of the pilots and I

share a mutual acquaintance
and I was hoping

to introduce myself properly.

Oh, good timing.

That'll be them now.

Oh, how wonderful.

Well, um, I'll leave you to it.

More questions, doctor?

I actually came to see you.

I, uh, was just wondering
how your brother was doing.

Brian, isn't it?

Yes.

What's it to you?

Your brother and I met in
Singapore a few years back--

Malay Peninsula.

By the time they
brought him to me,

nearly every bone in
his body was broken.

You're that doctor?

Yes.

Thanks to you, my
brother celebrated

his 40th birthday last week.

Wonderful.

Wonderful.

Uh, you serve in Sungai Petani?

Yes.

Ah--

453 Squadron.

453-- you flew air support
for the ground troops

when the Japanese invaded.

You know about
the ground troops?

I was there.

Join us for a drink inside?

I would love to.

Come on.

So my brothers
joined the RAF too.

You know, there's less injuries.

But he wouldn't listen.

He wanted to get
his hands dirty.

Ah, his loss.

Trouble coordinating
your socks?

You need a
woman in your life, Danksy.

Maybe I just don't want
anyone telling me what to do.

Ah, who'd want that?

Ah, here she is.

Excuse me.

I'll just get rid
of a few of these.

Great girl.

Yes, yes.

So you, um, still fly
whenever you want?

Yeah, we do.

Cessna 310 hardly matches the
thrill of a Brewster Buffalo.

But you know, gets us up there.

The Brewster Buffalo
was a bugger of a plane.

Bloody death trap!

True, but it kept
you on your toes.

It rained last night, I see.

Hasn't rained for two weeks.

You're talking about
the weather now, doc?

Well, I just thought you'd
be interested to know someone

took the Cessna up last night.

There's fresh mud on the tires.

Noel Ashford go up with you?

Noel wasn't with us.

It was just a quick flight.

Got to get your
adrenaline pumping somehow.

Does anyone else
know about this?

Those planes are for training.

We could lose our license.

It also makes you suspect.

But we were back
by half past seven!

I think this drink is over.

Yes, of course.

Gentlemen.

That's right.

And pull it across.

Pull that-- whoa--

that's it.

I'm sorry, Jean.

I-- [laughing] I
don't see the appeal.

This is really quite difficult.

You're thinking
too hard about it.

What am I supposed to do?

Well, sometimes
knitting's best

done thinking about
something else

or talking about something else.

Ah, I've just been
out to the Flying Club.

I still can't believe that
poor man fell from a plane.

The pilots admitted taking
a plane up last night,

but it doesn't seem right
that they were involved

in Noel Ashford's death, honey.

These men are ex-RAAF pilots.

And these days for them,
flying means escape, freedom,

and I don't think they'd
ever want to jeopardize that.

So why
would they be lying?

Red and green.

Hugh Dankworth is colorblind?

I'm fairly sure.

They both admitted
flying that night.

Of course, with fresh mud
on the tires of the Cessna,

they could hardly deny it!

So perhaps Noel Ashford
found out and confiscated

Dankworth's license?

Gives Dankworth motive.

I suppose throwing
him out of a plane

and trying to cover his
tracks seemed like an option.

Now hang on--

I'm not saying Dankworth
is responsible, just that--

well, he may be linked somehow.

Well, he seems
responsible, all right.

We just need to know
when they took that plane

and how far they traveled.

Sorry to have called
you out here tonight.

Oh, anything I
can do, Constable.

It's Charlie.

Charlie.

Now that is where
Dankworth would

have had some real trouble-- the
red and green warning lights.

And this
is a training school?

Mm.

So what are we
looking at here, Blake?

Are you all right?

Yeah, I just want to get
this over and done with.

Do I
sense a fear of flying?

No, you don't!

Oh.

How does someone get pushed
out of a plane like this?

I have no idea.

But looking here, the hours on
the tachometer are different.

The entry in the logbook said--

Yeah, yeah!

It was 1,831.

Yes!

And here we have 1,835.

That's four hours difference.

And I'd say enough
room for cargo too.

Yes, indeed.

Right, we finished?

Oh,
you want to hop out?

Mm-hmm.

Yes, please.

Hugh, clearly,
your being colorblind may have

diminished your desire to fly.

My uncle ran the pilot
school when I was in training.

He let me through.

By the time I signed
up for the RAF,

they were so
desperate for pilots.

I'm guessing the red and
green warning lights would have

been something of an issue.

You can see
what's red or green

by the position of the light.

Did Noel Ashford
find out and threaten

to cancel your license?

No.

I made sure he never found out.

By killing him?

Of course not!

Why don't you tell us more
about last night and that plane

you took for a ride?

Lyle and I went
up about 6 o'clock

after we closed the club.

Starting at base, traveled 4
miles east towards Edgerton.

You didn't fly
over the town center?

No.

We got back to the Flying
Club about half-past 7:00.

Headed back to town,
had a few drinks,

and then walked home
about half-past 9:00.

Noel wasn't with us!

And you didn't drive a
truck that night either?

A truck?

No.

I'm not being detained, am I?

What for, being colorblind?

For lying in an
official police statement.

That a good enough start?

What?

If Noel Ashford did find
out about your eyesight,

I think that might
give you reason

to want to keep him quiet.

Now someone pushed
him out of that plane.

And it wasn't me!

I told you the truth.

Well, not at first.

Come on, Hugh.

If I didn't care,
I wouldn't be here.

So tell me, how you
managed to keep flying?

Lyle's the only one who
knows about my eyesight,

and he's always
with me when I fly.

Any other teaching I
do is on the ground.

What about Ashford?

I made sure I never
went up with him.

He would have
reported me for sure.

But you flew during the war.

How on earth did
you manage that?

They needed all the
pilots they could get.

And as long as my co-pilot was
on the ball, I was all right.

You blokes have got no idea.

Spoken like a true serviceman.

People talk about the war as
if it was something terrible.

And of course, it was.

Just not for me.

I got to fly all these
incredible machines

all over the place.

That's plenty years of my life.

Quite.

Lawson?

He's adamant Ashford wasn't
up in the plane with them.

They were back by half-past
7:00, long before Noel fell.

So Dankworth flew a
plane and Noel Ashford

was tossed out of one?

You don't seem convinced.

Oh, they're just trying
to relive their glory days.

I can't see them killing
a fellow ex-serviceman

in order to do that.

Boss?

Yes?

Uh, Clayton Shaw wants
to talk to you in person.

He's got a complaint
about how slack

the police have been
in getting back to him.

Well, did you tell him
that a copper was knocked

over on the way to his place?

I did.

And he said that next
time someone flies

a plane over his farm
and spooks his cows,

he'll shoot them down.

Over his farm?

What time?

Why, around 6
o'clock, but then

again at around half-past 9:00.

Twice?

Mm.

Dankworth didn't
mention that, did he?

Follow up on the other farms
and see what they have to say.

Well, actually, do you mind
if it waits till tomorrow?

I, um-- I'm meant to be
knocking off pretty soon.

Got plans, have we?

Oh, fair enough.

First thing tomorrow.

Thanks, boss.

Still reckon the
pilots are trying

to relive their glory days?

The plane
flew twice that night.

Oh, you can carve, Lucien.

It was the second flight
that Noel Ashford fell from.

So the pilots went
from the Flying Club

and flew over the town center?

Lucien?

Ah, thank you.

Um, Jean, just give me a moment.

Oh--

Now let's say the chicken
is the Flying Club.

Now let's say the salt
is Lydiard Street, where

poor Noel Ashford was found.

And the jug, the jug--

That's a gravy boat.

I do beg your pardon.

The gravy boat is the plane.

Now where does--
- what's his name--

Clayton Shaw live?

Morena.

Where's that?

And the pilot said they flew
east from the Flying Club.

That means they didn't
cross the town center.

Well, they had to.

Mattie--

So Clayton said that
there was one plane

at 6:00 back and
forth and then another

plane at half-past 9:00.

The pilots said they were
back at base by half-past 7:00.

That still doesn't explain
the flight over Ballarat

when they were nowhere near it.

I'm sorry, but the Flying
Club is getting cold.

Yes.

Lucien?

Now that is a sour cream
gravy, and the other one

is a homemade tomato sauce.

Shall we?

Mm.

Jean?

This wasn't simply a
case of two flights.

There were two separate planes.

We could
have gone to the pictures,

but this really is the best
view of the Ballarat night sky.

It's as if you can see
every single star there is.

This isn't just
a part-time job for you, is it?

No.

My brother was RAAF.

He never made it home.

Pilots here, they wear the
same cologne that he used to.

Makes me feel as if
he's still close by.

Oh, I'm sorry, Beatrice.

Well, you owe me a story now.

I call my mum everyday.

I've got younger brothers too.

They're much younger.

Mum's kind of struggling
without me there.

And your dad?

Nah.

I tell you, I love the work
here and I'm good at it.

But I don't really know
anyone and they don't trust me

and that makes it really hard.

So why are you here?

Uh, they're promoting
me after this.

That's why.

Um, Beatrice, you were right.

This is the best
view in Ballarat.

Really?

Really.

You have got to be joking me.

Doc!

Charlie.

Sorry to interrupt.

This can't wait.

Now you said there were
two flights that night.

There were, in fact,
two different planes.

For God's sake!

But there's just the one
plane in operation, Doctor.

Yes, the Cessna.

I think we should start looking
at the other planes too.

How many are there?

A few, but none of the
others can get off the ground.

Right.

Perhaps we should
start by looking

in that hangar over there.

But Doc, can't this
wait till the morning?

I'm afraid not, Charlie.

Now come on!

I'm sorry.

What is it?

That is a Beechcraft 18.

As far as I know, it hasn't
been flying for months.

Charlie, may I, um--

Hasn't been
flying for months, she said.

How do you explain the
fresh mud on the tires?

I really have no idea.

We found
that inside the Beechcraft.

Noel Ashford was wearing
a jacket that night.

This thread comes
from that very jacket.

It's the plane he fell from.

So one or both of
those pilots were in that

plane with Noel Ashford.

And it stunk of tobacco.

And you're convinced
that Hugh couldn't

have flown it by himself?

Oh, highly unlikely.

Which means that Lyle
Townsend is our man.

Hello?

Police Station.

Have a look at this
from the war office.

It's Lyle Townsend's
service record.

My goodness.

Yes.

Dishonorably discharged for--

I know.

running contraband in 1947.

So Lyle Townsend's the one
who's handing over tobacco

to our barber friend.

Now if it's all right with
you, we'll go and pay Willard

Baxter a visit right now.

Uh, Doc,
that was Cec Drury.

You're needed urgently
down at the Colonists'.

Right.

Mind if I, um--

No, you will anyway.

Davis.

Sarah?

I just wanted to know what
he was feeling when he did it.

Look, it's hard to know
why people do what they do.

You're wondering
what to say to make

me feel better, aren't you?

Not at all.

There's nothing I can say.

I can tell you the
police are investigating

your stepfather's death.

What's to investigate?

He may not have
fallen from here.

I believe he fell from one
of his planes and perhaps--

perhaps was the
victim of foul play.

We found a blues thread
matching his jacket

in one of the planes.

OK, well that makes sense.

He was always working
on the Beechcraft.

Your mother said the jacket
was brand new, that he'd only

worn it once the night he died.

Well, are you saying one
of the pilots did this?

Police are going to search the
Flying Club tomorrow morning--

thoroughly.

Hopefully, they'll
get to the truth.

Come on.

What's all
this stuff doing on my table?

Whoever flew
tobacco into Ballarat

was also responsible
for Noel Ashford's death

and wore one of these headsets.

Now it appears they were
coming from Myrtleford.

Police are closing
in on Lyle Townsend.

And of course, thanks
to me, they already have

their hands on Hugh Dankworth.

And you're not convinced that
either of them did it, are you?

No.
Frankly, I'm not.

Mattie, can you try this on?

Mm-hmm.

Oh, yes!

Do I have to give it back?

Yes, you do.

Mattie, just
while you're here,

would you mind terribly if
I just tried these on you?

Wait, how do you tighten it?

Uh, like this.

Yes.

There.

Wonderful.

Could you take them
off carefully for me?

Thank you.

Now look here.

This headset is as
small as the ones

we just adjusted for Mattie.

There you are.

Now it's making sense.

Afternoon.

Willard Baxter.

Don't coppers have
their own barbers?

Oh, the lad needs a shave.

I hear that you've been selling
tobacco without a license.

Yeah, well, I
usually don't get

interrogated by my customers.

Hm.

Well, you are now--

in relation to charges of
illegal tobacco possession,

a suspected hit and
run, and severely

injuring a police officer.

I'm not obliged to
do or say anything.

You forgot to mention that bit.

You know it off by heart.

You still have to say it.

Senior Constable Davis, please
let the record state that I've

read Mr. Baxter his rights.

Sir.

Now when my officer
got knocked over,

I wanted to find the bloke and
I wanted to slit his throat.

Yeah, I know the feeling.

You drive cheap tobacco
from Ballarat air strip.

You hope that no
one will notice.

You get an old truck.

You paint it a fake brand.

Now everyone knows
that Leon Woods'

trucks use the same route.

Who's going to notice
one more truck?

You hope that
it'll keep that way

until you knock over Constable
Martin two nights ago.

You failed to stop
and render assistance.

Sounds like you're guessing.

I've got uniforms turning
your place upside-down.

I'm guessing I'll find the set
of keys to match that truck.

So maybe I drive a
truck now and again.

To bring in tobacco?

Yeah.

I might go easier
on you if just tell me

who you get the chop chop from.

We both know you're not
going to make it easy on me.

Last chance!

Who's your contact
at the Flying Club?

Myrtleford and back?

That's a fair trip, isn't it?

How long were you able to
hide the extra use of fuel?

Noel was searching inside
the cabin, wasn't he?

Just like me.

He found a patch of tobacco
and he put it in his pocket.

He realized he'd found
his contraband runner.

And then he-- he stowed away
at the back of the plane,

intending to catch
you in the act.

But you weren't flying the
plane, were you, Beatrice?

And that's why you're
in the co-pilot seat.

That's right, isn't it?

Plan on throwing me
out of the plane too?

Sarah,
what are you doing?

Look, you can't be serious.

Stop the plane.

Everybody out!

Watch your head.

James
Alexander was my real father.

He loved planes,
and he loved me.

He taught me how to fly.

How long have you been
flying in illegal tobacco?

Years.

It was my dad's idea.

Must have made you both
a fair amount of money.

It wasn't about the money.

It was for the thrill of it.

And I loved being with him.

Sarah, how did he die?

He and Noel took
a plane up together.

Noel was supposed
to have repaired it,

but it wasn't ready and
it crashed on the runway.

Noel survived and dad didn't.

And a few months later, he
was married to my mother.

And he wanted me
to call him dad.

The night that Noel Ashford
died, he was in the plane

when you took off?

Yeah.

He'd become suspicious.

Beatrice worked the books,
but he had noticed there

were some fuel unaccounted for.

So he watched us, and he
stowed away in the back.

Why didn't he talk
to you about it?

Because he wanted
to catch me out.

And the door blew open
when we hit turbulence,

and Beatrice took
over, and I went back,

and I found him there.

What happened?

Well, he called
me a stupid girl.

He said I was just as bad as
my father, and I slapped him.

And the plane banked.

There was a storm that night.

Yeah.

His knee gave way and
the door was open.

You're not trying to
tell me it was an accident?

He fell
against the door, didn't he?

We found a thread from
the jacket he was wearing.

Yeah, he grabbed onto the
door frame and he expected me

to help him, but I
didn't 'cause he thought

I was just a silly girl.

That's still
murder, Ms. Alexander.

Yeah, well, I miss my dad.

Why?

I needed the money.

Well, the bank won't
give loans to women.

I can't afford to buy a car.

I can't afford to buy a home.

What's fair about that?

You can work Beatrice!

And I do.

But that's not enough.

Look, I found out
what Sarah was doing.

She offered to
bring me in on it.

I didn't know she'd kill anyone.

And you thought by
going out with me,

you could keep an eye on me?

Well, I never thought
we'd get on so well.

It was just one date.

You wanted to see me, boss?

I did.

What the bloody hell do
you think you were doing?

Whatever it is you
have to say, you

can say in front of the doc!

Answer me.

I don't know, sir.

That woman was the
subject of an investigation,

and she played you
like a bloody violin.

It's not the first
time now, is it?

A few weeks ago, you
gave crucial information

to a man who turned out
to be the perpetrator.

You nearly derailed the
entire investigation.

And God knows what information
you're reporting back

to your superiors in Melbourne!

Would you like my
resignation, sir?

No.

I want you right here, where
I can keep an eye on you.

Get out.

Sir.

Well, remind me never to
get on the wrong side of you.

It's a bit late for
that, don't you think?

Fair point.

Can you trust him?

Hm.

Doctor?

Oh, thank you, Jean.

You know, it's a wonder.

People still manage
to surprise me.

You talking about
those two girls?

Actually, no.

I was thinking of you two.

Sitting here, working
away like this.

And there's something menacing
about those knitting needles,

the way they dart in and out--

Nonsense, Lucien.

slide around.

It's actually very
relaxing, isn't it, Mattie?

Not yet.

Soon.

Anyhow, isn't it just
knit one, pull one?

There's a lot more
to it than that.

Just ignore him!

Besides, I think he's
become a little alarmed.

Something about a conspiracy
of women, perhaps.

Remind me never to
underestimate either of you

two.