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Hello?

What do you want?

Bradley Gates, no playing
with balls in the corridor.

I wasn't, Miss.

On your way then.

You're late, Miss Wooton.

Mr. Lennox is a busy man.

If he's kind enough to
help you with your maths,

the least you could
do is turn up on time.

Yes, Miss.

Well, look at that.

Been a long time, eh?

Around the corner there, the
site of your first cigarette

as I recall.

Damn near coughed up a lung.

The state you were
in, I thought you

must've smoked the entire pack.

I don't remember.

Excuse me for a minute.

Thanks.

We shut the place down for
the day, sent the kids home.

What's Miss
O'Brien doing here?

Well, the kids were
pretty shaken up,

and we have used her before.

Who's that?

That's Eva Blackwell,
the headmaster's secretary.

She found the body.

She and the young Lisa Wooton.

Miss O'Brien.

Mrs. Wooton would like
to take her daughter home.

I have taken all
their statements.

Fine.

Come and see me if
there's anything you need.

Thanks, Matty.

Is it true?

It's Mr. Lennox?

Go home, son.

Come on, Paul.

The last person to
see Joseph Lennox alive

was Miss Blackwell
at 5:30 yesterday.

No one noticed he was missing?

He lived alone.

Family's in New Zealand.

Let's see what
he can tell us, eh?

Goodness me.

Nasty, nasty gash
to the forehead,

bruising around the eyes.

Blunt force injury.

He's been hit with
something and obviously,

several times I'd say.

And look, bruising on his torso.

I'd be very interested to
take a look at his ribs.

And the autopsy will
tell us more, of course.

We'll start with
the staff, get

the teachers into
the staff room,

see what you can find out.

Yes, sir.

Rigor indicates he's
been dead for a while,

but the blood on his face
seems to be very fresh.

Hello.

What's that?

He's lying on something.

A trophy vase.

Where's the rest of it?

I have absolutely no idea.

I'll get the boys to
look around the school.

Get Lennox down
to the morgue too,

and ask what they can find.

Boss, the deputy head's
out in the corridor.

By look of his hands,
he's been in a fight.

The name's McAvoy.

McAvoy?

Not Donald McAvoy.

Yeah, why?

Well, it can't be, can it?

Donald McAvoy.

Look who it is.

Splash Lawson.

What's it been, 35 years?

What happened to your hand?

Boxing practice.

- Who were you practicing on?
- No.

I've got a punching
bag set up in the shed.

Mm-hmm.

Have a seat, Mr. McAvoy.

What the hell for?

done.

Hey there.

Why don't you get the
superintendent a cup of tea?

How do you have it,
weak, two sugars?

No thanks.

We'll continue this
at the station.

Your call.

There certainly
is a lot of blood.

And yet his nose
definitely isn't broken.

The ribs are intact too.

I'm just surprised.

I was expecting much worse
given the extent of the bruising

we saw earlier.

Oh well.

Let's open him up, eh?

Ruptured spleen.

Cause of death, I'd say.

There's a lot of
excess blood here.

Any relevant medical history?

Nothing in his
hospital records.

I'll do a blood film
check for leukemia.

Alice, look at this.

Just on seven ounces.

His spleen?

Double what it should be.

A rupture might explain that.

Seven ounces?

Multiple blows, yes?

Had to be if
it's that enlarged.

Yes, quite.

What are you doing?

You see?

It's instinctive.

You're trying to block me.

I'll do more than
block you in a minute.

No, no, look.

Look at his arm.

No significant bruising.

Exactly.

Looks like he may have
been taken by surprise,

possibly by someone he knew.

How did you two get along?

Couldn't stand him.

We don't earn respect by
treating children like adults.

Someone's got to show
them who's in charge.

And that's what you do?

It's my job to
get them in line.

How old is Mr. Lennox?

Must have been a bit
rough, bloke nearly half

your age takes your job.

He told the board what
they wanted to hear.

I don't work that way.

So that's what happened.

You resented him,
lost your temper,

you gave him a clip
around the ear.

I think he's holding a
bit of a grudge, your boss.

Where's the rest
of the trophy?

We used to corner him
behind the bike sheds.

Want to know why they
called him splashy?

Mr. McAvoy.

Come on, mate.

Water under the
bridge and all that.

You haven't
answered my question.

What trophy?

Splashy.

Smarmy bastard.

Hasn't changed at all.

Give me your hip flask.

I'm not carrying--

Hip flask!

You know me too well.

What's the verdict?

Alice is still
running blood tests.

It seems Lennox died
of a ruptured spleen

and a massive internal
hemorrhage [inaudible]...

And the sort of damage
we're talking about

suggests he endured repeated
hard blows to the body,

which is odd because--

No bruising on the arms, and
no grazing on the knuckles.

No defensive wounds?

You sound like
a police surgeon.

Maybe McAvoy surprised him.

Even if he did there'd
be signs of a struggle.

At the very least evidence of
a knockout blow to the head.

Maybe he had
someone hold him down.

There'd still be
defensive wounds.

What, so the bloke just stood
there and took a battering?

I'm simply pointing
out an inconsistency.

We'll know more when
we get the bloods back.

Sir, Doc, we finished
searching the school grounds.

We did find this.

It was under a bookcase
in Lennox's office.

Toe cap.

Well, I can tell
you it's not Lennox's.

I examined his shoes.

No caps.

- Take your shoes off.
- What?

Why?

Just do it.

Who's this?

It's Lucien, Donald.

Lucien, Blake.

Doctor Lucien right now.

Bloody hell.

Lucy.

You've ate your spinach.

Shoes.

You can polish them
while you're down there.

You used to be good at that.

So Lucy, last I
heard of you, you

were off to some posh
school in Melbourne.

Yes.

And you're still
at Ballarat West.

Deputy head there now.

This toe cap's brand new.

This left one's rust and
it's been there a while.

So?

The one founding Lennox's
office had a similar amount

of wear and tear.

I knew Cinderella.

You're not going to the ball.

The wounds would look
the same whether he

was kicked or punched.

Yes, I'm aware of that.

His blood soaked
through the sheet.

That can't be right.

And the sample shows no
evidence of coagulation.

Are those test
results back yet?

You want me to rush them?

Might be an idea.

I lost the toe
cap a few days ago.

While you were
kicking the living

daylights out of Joseph Lennox.

This is a waste of my time.

The only reason
you're keeping me

here is you're still carrying
some stupid sort of grudge.

We just finished interviewing
your colleagues, Mr. McAvoy.

Now, some of them mentioned
an argument between yourself

and Lennox on the Oval
at around 3:00 yesterday.

Tell us about that.

I'll ask you once more.

Then I'll remind you pending
further investigation.

What were you arguing about?

Have it your way.

Donald McAvoy, I'm
arresting you--

All right.

We had a blue.

What about?

Money had gone missing
from a school funds,

over 100 quid straight
to his pocket.

Any proof?

Didn't need proof.

So I confronted him.

What, on the Oval?

What did he say?

He denied it, of course.

So I gave him a choice.

Either I'd go to the
board and he'd be sacked,

or he can resign quietly.

Why didn't you come to us if
you thought he was stealing?

I can fight my own battles.

So then I demand
his resignation.

So you could have his job.

That sounds like you.

He's something,
isn't he, your boss?

What?

Sir, Dr. Blake's
on the blower.

He says it's urgent.

Lock him up.

You sure about this?

Routine toxicology
confirms massive levels

of warfarin, which
would explain a failure

of the blood to coagulate.

Yes.

He was poisoned over
an extended period.

I thought you said he
died of a ruptured spleen.

Well, people on warfarin
can bleed excessively,

even for minor wounds.

They build up in your system
until it reached critical mass.

A decent blow to the spleen
would have possibly killed him.

So what about the
sustained beating?

Given these
blots, it could have

been as simple as a single
blow to the face, then another

to the abdomen.

In fact, that would explain the
absence of defensive injuries.

So the blows to the body
would only have killed him

if he had poison in the system?

Yes.

Bear in mind,
we're talking about

long-term repeated exposure.

Warfarin?

Yes, blood thinners.

Again, significant doses.

Rat poison.

Well, that's a pesticide.

Rodenticide, technically.

Yes.

Thank you, Dr. Harvey.

Look, I simply can't
believe Don McAvoy would

engage in this sort of thing.

I think we're looking
at the wrong person.

I'll organize some warrants.

We'll have to search
Lennox's house and McAvoy's.

Matthew, should you be--

I won't be
conducting a search.

Davis will do it.

Anything else?

No.

So what's with
the boss and McAvoy?

A bit of history there?

Now, Charlie, I don't think
that's any of our business.

Hey, Doc, why would
a bloke like Joseph Lennox

collect model cars?

Depends.

Maybe there's an emotional
attachment, anchored

to childhood
memories, something he

could never afford,
but always wanted,

or maybe he just liked cars.

I was just expecting you
to agree that it was strange.

Right.

Anything?

Nothing that rings
any alarm bells.

Charlie, would you mind checking
the bathroom for medication?

How did you go?

Just some magnesium
and painkillers.

All right.

I'll analyze those
along with his food.

What's that?

An earring.

A clip on.

I found it under the fridge.

Charlie, is this the sort
of house that you would

bring a lady friend back to?

I wouldn't know, Doctor.

I live in a boarding house.

Right.

Yes, vitamin C,
et cetera.

I did find one clip on hearing
found under the fridge.

Now, I'll analyze the
food for warfarin,

but I'm not holding my breath.

What about McAvoy's house?

Blood
pressure medication.

That contains warfarin.

Yes, it does contain warfarin.

But the sort of damage
we're dealing with, my God,

it would take dozens of bottles.

Maybe he used dozens.

I'll call his GP, see how
many prescriptions he had.

But I don't think
that's the answer.

And we checked his shed.

He was telling the truth
about having a punching bag.

I see you've
still got McAvoy's shoes.

I've still got McAvoy.

I'm keeping him overnight.

We have witnesses
who saw them arguing,

we have physical evidence,
and I have a motive.

I'm keeping him overnight.

What if we don't
find anything--

We'll deal with it tomorrow!

Ballarat West was
your old school, wasn't it?

Yes.

Yes, for a little while.

Hasn't changed much
either, I'll tell you.

That's not what I've heard.

Some of the ladies
in my sewing circle

seem to think that
your Mr. Lennox

was rather too progressive.

Well, they would think
that, wouldn't they?

Not nearly enough corporal
punishment in their world.

My boys, especially
Jack, could

have done with a
little more discipline

given the circumstances.

Gravy?

Yes, please.

I'll tell you what.

Based on the contents
of Mr. Lennox's kitchen,

he wasn't doing much cooking.

Headmaster.

Long hours.

That's what his
secretary said.

He spent all his
time at the school.

Have you spoken to the
ladies at the tuck shop?

No, Why?

When I worked at the tuck
shop, some of the teachers

asked us to supply their lunch.

If he's not eating at home,
well, that's where I'd start.

One's cheese and
turkey, one's plain chase.

Thanks, mom.

Tell Lisa I'll be
home after lunch.

No worries.

Sorry about that.

I feel terrible
leaving Lisa at home.

Your husband still interstate?

Yes.

But Paul's been a great help.

How is Lisa, Mrs. Wooton?

She's shaken, but Miss
O'Brien is so good with her.

But what can I do for you?

We've had a number of children
come through the surgery

with tummy complaints.

I was hoping to have a
look at your facilities

just to make sure
everything's all right.

Oh, well--

It's a shock about Mr. Lennox.

He was very kind to us
since Tony's been away.

Just out of
curiosity, Mrs. Wooton,

did the tuck shop provide
Mr. Lennox's lunches?

Oh yes, every day.

Why?

Oh, as I say, just--

just curious really.

Oh watch for the--

I'm so sorry.

We've had a lot of mice lately.

It's the dry weather.

Not at all.

It's not a problem.

My word.

That's a lot of cake.

Leftovers from the
fete the other day.

Baking competition.

Is there anything else
I can help you with?

Do you use anything
other than the--

you know-- the thingie
there to control the mice?

No.

Well, this is a kitchen,
so we can't use poison.

Really?

Then what's this?

Large quantities of
this could definitely

thin the blood to the levels
we found in Joseph Lennox.

What about those
pills at McAvoy's?

No.

It would take hundreds,
hundreds of those pills

to achieve the desired effect.

Whoever poisoned Lennox probably
used something like this.

Matthew.

What did happen between
you and Don McAvoy?

Nothing.

I had no idea that
poison was there.

You've never seen it before?

Never.

Mrs. Wooton, we'll
need all the names

of the staff and parents who
have access to the tuck shop.

I have keys.

Another one of the
moms, Mrs. Benning.

Did Donald McAvoy
ever come in here.

Never.

His wife always
made his lunches.

Anyone else?

Any ex-employees who
could have kept their key?

Mrs. Wooton.

There is Caroline,
I suppose, but she

hasn't been here for weeks.

Who's Caroline?

She was a teacher here
up until six weeks ago.

Why'd she leave?

Mrs. Wooton.

She was in a relationship
with Mr. Lennox,

and it ended quite suddenly.

I wasn't aware he was
involved with anyone.

No.

They kept it very quiet.

Joseph insisted.

He hated gossip.

He was a very private man.

When did it end?

Six weeks ago.

I understand you
worked in the tuck shop.

We all did.

Donald McAvoy as well?

Just the women of course.

Why are you asking
about the tuck shop?

What happened to your keys?

I gave them to Eva,
Joseph's secretary.

Why would there have been
rat poison in the cupboard?

What are you talking about?

We believe-- we believe
Mr. Lennox was poisoned.

The paper said something
about someone attacking him.

We're following up
on a number of issues.

The poison?

I don't remember seeing it.

Miss Palmer, forgive me,
but why did your relationship

with Mr. Lennox end?

You'd have to ask him.

Well, since we can't,
we're asking you.

That's not mine.

No, I realize that.

That's a clip on, and I
see your ears are pierced.

But I found this when we
searched Mr. Lennox's house.

Now, was he seeing someone else?

Is that why the
relationship ended?

No.

It ended because he told
me he found me revolting.

He said I'd let myself go.

And since then I haven't been
able to leave this house.

I know nothing
about another woman.

I am sorry.

Miss Palmer, if I may,
what happened to your hand?

I burnt my fingers on the
this morning.

Dear, oh dear.

Well, I can tell you sticking
plaster isn't ideal for burns.

Would you like me to take
a look at that for you?

Did you see her wrists?

No.

Old scars.

Right.

So what are you thinking?

I think that Lennox was having
an affair with someone else.

That's why the relationship
ended so suddenly.

Someone at the school?

It would explain why he
spent so much time at work.

Eva Blackwell found the body.

She worked very
closely with him.

She also had access
to the tuck shop.

I'll get Charlie to
go back to the school

and re-interview her.

I might tag along if I may.

Listen, are you going
to release McAvoy?

Doesn't look like
I have much choice.

You want me there with you?

No.

I don't think much
of your accommodation.

You're free to go, for now.

Where are my shoes?

We're keeping them
for the time being.

You'll get them back when
the investigation is closed.

See, you can hide behind
that uniform all you like.

You'll always be Splashy to me.

It doesn't work on me anymore.

When you return my shoes,
I'll expect an apology.

Someone was poisoning
Mr. Lennox, someone who

had regular access to his food.

I hope this isn't
an accusation.

We just need some
more background

information, Miss Blackwell.

Yes.

What can you tell us
about Mr. Lennox's diet?

I understand he had his lunch
supplied by the tuck shop.

Is that correct?

Soup and a sandwich every day.

He loved his routine.

Caroline Palmer told us
she returned the tuck shop

keys to you some time ago.

Yes, she did.

Where are those keys now?

If Mr. Lennox had his lunch
supplied by the tuck shop

as you say, I wonder, what
about his breakfast and dinner?

He ate his breakfast at home.

Corn Flakes, every day.

How do you know that?

I did his shopping.

Right.

What about his dinner?

I'd organize an
extra sandwich,

and he liked his toast.

He liked his toast?

If you don't mind
me saying, that

seems like intimate
knowledge for a secretary.

Do you have a
housekeeper, Doctor?

Yes, I do.

And how well does
she know your habits?

Mr. Lennox had a
very important job.

My role was to
help him to do it.

Anything else?

What?

I'd trust Mrs. Beazley
over that woman any day.

Oh, yes.

I'd have to agree
with you there.

I'll speak to the boss, bring
her in for some questioning.

Now, Charlie,
those tuck shop keys.

Good man.

Thank you.

Excuse me.

Yes?

I'm Paul Wooton,
Lisa Wooton's brother.

She was there when--

you know.

Yeah.

I'll leave you to it.

What can I do for you, Paul?

Look, you wanted to
talk to me, didn't you?

After the sports day,
mom took Lisa and I home.

We just got in the
front door and I

realized I forgot my medal.

100-yard sprint.

Right.

So I went back to get it.

And what happened?

I didn't see anything,
but I heard them shouting.

Who?

Mr. Lennox.

He was really angry.

Who was he shouting at, Paul.

I don't want to get
anyone into trouble.

I might be wrong.
- That's OK.

That's OK.

Who was it?

Was it Mr. McAvoy?

Miss Blackwell.

The secretary?

She was crying
and she got angry.

She said she was
going to kill him.

You worked hard,
didn't you, Mr. Lennox?

So who came to find you?

Well, what we do
know, Mr. Lennox

is you're a middle
class man who seemingly

didn't need very much.

Breakfast at 7:00,
lunch at 12:00,

and then, what, nothing
till 6:00 or 7:00?

Man of your size,
a man of your age.

You do like your tea I'd say.

Several cups a day.

Tea and cake.

Tea and cake.

Cake.

How much did you
enjoy your cake?

Coccus lucifera.

That would be your
coconut, Mr. Lennox.

It must've been difficult
working so hard all the time.

He couldn't do his
job without you.

He relied on you, but he
never once acknowledged

how important you were.

You deserve more than "Happy
festive season, Miss Blackwell"

once a year.

Is that why you
stole all that money?

There's-- There's
nearly 120 quid there.

I was going to give it back.

Yeah, yeah,
of course you were.

But Mr. McAvoy found out
the money was missing.

He accused Mr.
Lennox of taking it.

Is that why Joesph
argued with you?

He called me a pathetic woman.

I just wanted him to notice me.

Of course you did.

How did you get on
with the secretary?

Well, she's been in
love with him for years,

but he had no idea.

She started stealing money
to get his attention.

Ah.

McAvoy found out, and
Lennox confronted her.

Charlie's been spending too
much time with you obviously.

She denied poisoning him?

Mm-hmm.

Yes.

Well, it stands to
reason, doesn't it?

Girlfriend out of the way.

Then why kill him?

Well, he said some pretty
horrible things to her.

A few hours later
someone kills him.

The poisoning had
been going on for weeks,

and it still doesn't explain
who delivered the fatal blow.

Was it the girlfriend?

I thought you said she
hadn't left the house in weeks.

Which leaves McAvoy.

Yeah, I can't see it.

Neither do I.

I'll leave you two to
sort it out then, shall I?

In the meantime, follow
up with the secretary.

Find out where she
was the other night.

If she checks out, we
have to release her.

Anything from the school?

I'll let you know tomorrow.

Now, in the meantime, how's
that sweet tooth of yours?

Why?

Well, there's
something on your desk

that might tickle your fancy.

Right.

Now, the lamington's mine.

The other two are up for grabs.

Since when do you
bring home desserts?

Since today.

I thought you could both
use a bit of a treat.

Now, what's your poison, Jean?

Well, I'm rather partial
to a bit of chocolate cake.

Chocolate cake it is.

Allow me.

Excuse the fingers.

Mattie?

That one.

Right.

It's delicious.

And for the good doctor.

Oh, it's delicious.

Good.

Excellent.

Doctor, you're up early.

Lots to do.

Cup of tea?

Yes.

Before you do that,
Jean, would you

mind sitting down for a moment?

Why?

Mattie, you too.

I just want to run a quick test.

On what?

Your blood.

Will only take a moment.

What for?

Those cakes last night, they
were from the school tuck shop.

I believe one of them
contained traces of warfarin.

So we prick our fingers,
we see how long they bleed,

and that will help me
determine whether or not

my suspicions are correct.

Now, give me your hand.

You fed us poisoned cake?

Well, I'm fairly sure I
fed myself the poisoned one,

but I need to be certain.

So come on, give me your hand.

Ow.

That's the least you deserve.

Oh, come on, Mattie.

You wouldn't have
ingested nearly

enough to cause any harm.

It's the repeated--
the repeated doses

that made Lennox vulnerable.

Now, having said
that, as you know,

warfarin slows down the
coagulation process.

What makes you so sure
it was in the lamington?

I found traces of
coconut under his desk.

So it seems likely.

But in order to
rule out the others,

I intend to conduct some tests.

On us?

Well, not just you.

There were eight
different types of cake.

I suppose you
think that was funny.

When you said you
wanted medical evidence,

now you've got it.

Warfarin was only
present in the lamington.

How was that carrot
cake, by the way?

A little dry.

So whoever baked
the lamingtons--

Is lacing them with warfarin,
probably using that rat

poison from the
tuck shop, and I'd

say been doing so for weeks.

Do we know who that was?

Mrs. Wooton.

The constable wouldn't
tell me what this is about.

Interview room,
please, constable.

Momma, is
everything all right?

The children can wait here.

Wait here.

Mrs. Wooton, this is a list
of parents who supplied cakes

to the school [inaudible].

Could you take a
look at it, please.

Your name appears next
to the lamingtons entered

into the baking competition.

Is this correct?

Yes.

Those lamingtons contain
a poison called warfarin.

What?

It's a blood thinner, believe
it or not, used in rat poison.

It was present in Mr. Lennox's
body at very, very high levels.

We spoke to Mr.
Lennox's secretary

who confirmed that
he ate several

on the day of the school fete.

He loves lamingtons.

That's why we
baked them for him.

So you regularly
backed for Mr. Lennox?

A fresh batch every few days.

Why?

He's been very
supportive for the kids

since my husband had
to go into state.

You in love with Mr. Lennox?

No.

We spoke to your
neighbors, Mrs. Wooton.

Your husband hasn't
gone into state.

He's left you.

Were you in love
with Mr. Lennox?

Well, I thought
he liked me, but--

but nothing happened.

So why'd you poison him?

Those lamingtons were baked
over a period of weeks.

Why?

Why?

You didn't bite them, did you?

We found this at
Mr. Lennox's place.

It's not yours, is it?

Your ears are pierced.

Do you know whose it is?

Lisa's, my daughter.

What was she doing at his house?

Lisa baked the
lamingtons for Mr. Lennox?

Paul did.

Davis, where are the children?

They were right there.

Bloody hell.

I don't know.

You must have some
idea where they've gone.

We don't have family here.

I don't know.

What about your husband?

I told them he'd
gone to Queensland.

Mrs. Wooton, did you
have any idea, any idea

that something was wrong?

Caroline warned me about him.

I told her she was mad.

Caroline Palmer?

Mrs. Wooton, what did she say?

She saw him with Lisa.

He was--

Did your son know about this?

I don't know.

We checked the
bus, train station.

There's no sign of them.

There are four main roads
that lead out of town.

You take the car, you
search all of them.

Start with the Midland
Highway and you head north.

What will you be doing?

Talking to Caroline Palmer.

Please, tell Lisa I'm sorry.

Constable.

Miss Palmer, we're
looking for the Wooton girl.

I don't know where Lisa is.

I just know that
she's safe from him.

Whoever attacked Joseph Lennox
broke a school trophy on him.

Is that where I'd
find the rest of it?

Lisa's mother said that you
warned her about Joseph Lennox,

but she didn't believe you.

She told me I
was just jealous.

She screamed at me.

She refused to believe it.

I could see it happening
all over again, to Lisa,

just like it happened to me.

I was Lisa's age.

My uncle was 40.

He told me I'd enjoy it.

Told me to keep quiet.

Lisa.

Charlie, stay with Paul.

Lisa.
- Don't!

What are you doing?

Let him go!

Let him go!

I lived with him
for over a year, his threats,

the smell of his breath.

When I finally found the
courage to tell my father,

you know what he did?

He beat me.

Let him go!

Stay here, Lisa.

Leave him alone!

Shush!

He called me a liar.

No, no, no, no.

Come-- come here to me, Lisa.

Lisa, get back from there.

Lisa, stay here with me please.

No one believes you.

Of course his respected,
charming brother

wouldn't do such a thing.

My parents made me
apologize to him

in front of the entire
family, as if I was the one

who did something wrong.

I wanted to kill myself.

You wouldn't survive.

No one would.

Lisa, please come down.

Well, I'll tell you what,
if you won't come down,

looks like I'll
have to join you.

I'm coming up.

Goodness me.

It's true what
they say, isn't it?

Best not to look down.

Do you know what?

I think I better sit down.

Why don't you have
a seat with me?

I'd appreciate it.

Please?

I knew Joseph was
going to get away with it.

No one ever believes you.

I do.

What happens now?

Lisa, we know what happened.

You don't have to do this.

Listen to me.

I think your brother
would feel a bit better

if we both got off this bridge.

What do you think?

He needs you.

I'll hop off first, all right?

How about you?

What do you say?

Well done.

Off you go.

Momma.

Blake, can we have
a hand here, please?

Lisa's brother
was poisoning him?

Yes.

She must have told him.

And he tried to protect her.

What's going to happen to him?

He'll face children's court
and, given the circumstances,

and if you agree to give
evidence, they'll be lenient.

I have.

Thank you for letting me
come in when I was ready.

I couldn't have taken
it if you'd forced me.

There you go, Caroline.

You ready?

Caroline Palmer, I'm arresting
you on suspicion of assaulting

Mr. Joseph Lennox.

You don't have to say
anything at this point.

Anything you do say may
be taken down and used

in evidence against you.

Do you understand?

I do.

Oh, Mattie.

How's Lisa?

Fragile.

They all are,
especially the mother.

Yes.

Should I have picked
up on something?

No.

None of us did.

Caroline saw Lennox with
her, told her mother.

And still nobody believed it,
except her brother, of course.

Well, it still doesn't
make me feel any better.

I was just getting them
something to drink.

Well, have you returned
McAvoy's shoes yet?

I'll do it tomorrow.

Listen, that time
when we were kids

I found you by the stairwell
and you were coughing up a lung,

you said you'd been smoking.

McAvoy had belted me.

Happened a lot.

Made me who I am though.

And who's that, Matthew?

I get angry when
something's unfair.

You know, I use
his terms of speech

and his facial expressions
when I'm interviewing

someone who really deserves it.

It's pretty damned effective.

Sorry, sir.

You're sorry?

You're embarrassed.

I'm the one who's sorry.

How'd you like it if
I gave you a reason--

McAvoy!

Let him go.

Splashy.

So you belted me
and I wet my pants.

I was 12 years old.

Let him go.

Not wearing a uniform.

It's my day off.

Give him his ball.

No.

Give him his ball.

Take your ball, son.

When you grow up, you don't want
to be anything like this bloke.

You understand?
- Yes, sir.

On your way.

If I hear one more word
of complaint against you,

I'll break all your teeth.

Got it?

Yeah.

Here's your shoes.

You polished them?

I'm old fashioned,
and they needed it.

McAvoy.