All language subtitles for Episode 7 - Blood At The Wheel

Goodnight, Reg.
Drive safely, Miss Haynes.

Where's the fun in that?

That is sheer surgical precision.

I call that luck.
And you're not a surgeon, Mac.

It's nice for other people to win
sometimes, you know.

Is it?

Ailsa Wilton, your brilliance
in a game of billiards

is matched only by your deft touch
with a car engine.

The ladies' team
is in great hands.

A contribution to Saturday's rally.

This is... This is very generous.
I can't accept this.

Why? It's sponsorship.

But the Adventuress Club
has already made

a substantial contribution
to our rally entry.

So? Now we're giving you more. What
could be more adventurous than that?

Mum!
Millie? Millie, what is it?

Mum, there's been an accident.
It's Gerty.

Sir, I hope I've done the right
thing calling you in.

I know motor vehicle accidents
aren't your department, but...

I just want to see her.
She's still in the vehicle, sir.

Who is this?

Gertrude Haynes,
though she preferred Gerty.

Ah, Miss Fisher arrived when
I was awaiting the Coroner, sir.

She knew the deceased
and requested your attendance.

I relayed a message...
Just passing by, were you?

You know better than that, Jack.

My Adventuress Club
was sponsoring Gerty's entry

into the road rally race this
Saturday.

Your Adventuress Club.
For like-minded women.

I'm Madame President.
Of course you are.

This was no accident, Jack.

Apart from myself, there is no-one

I trust more behind the wheel
than Gerty Haynes.

She flew down the roads
like Boadicea in her chariot.

Even a Celtic queen
has the odd accident.

This is an impeccably maintained
rally racer.

Wheels don't simply fall off.

Depends how recklessly
you drive the car.

Look at this. Look at her scarf.

If Gerty had been driving along
with this scarf through the door,

it would be filthy.

Look at it. It's spotless.

If she was driving at speed,
the scarf would fly out behind her.

Why are you not willing to entertain
the idea of foul play?

Why ask my opinion if
you're not willing to listen to it?

Because that usually doesn't bother
you.

Who's her next of kin?
Her brother Claude.

Ah! Jack, you needn't have driven
separately.

There's room for two in the Hispano.

On police business,
I drive the police motor car.

Well, you could have been here
much faster.

Well done, Wal.
She sings like a charm.

You can come sort mine out now,
Sir Walter.

Ah, Phryne Fisher.

Come to sneak a peek at the
competition like Mr Rose here?

I'm afraid not, Claude.
Good.

Can't give that sister of mine
an unfair advantage.

Claude, this is
Detective Inspector Robinson.

Ah, afraid I won't shake your hand.
Caught it under the bonnet.

You'll be checking paperwork, I
suppose. It's all here somewhere.

I'm not here about licences,
Mr Haynes.

I'm afraid I have some bad news.

Unbelievable.

Completely unbelievable.

What was it? A pothole?
A blown tyre?

One of the wheels detached, causing
Miss Haynes to veer from the road.

No offence, my friend,
but that's complete rubbish.

Gerty's motor was top of the line.
European engineering.

Our police mechanic
will examine the motor car.

Claude, my God.
I just heard about your sister.

Shocking business.

Lachlan Pepper, VAA President.
I sponsor this chap.

Detective Inspector Jack Robinson.
I believe we're on your property?

Yes, I'm allowing them
to tear up my grounds for the week.

I need some air.

Well, no doubt the ladies will pull
out of the race altogether now.

And Claude too, I imagine,
grief-stricken.

Ah, no, I doubt he'll let
the emotion get in his way.

This rally's too important.
It was important to Gerty too.

Well, yes, Miss Haynes was
a very dedicated driver.

But even the most committed
woman driver must bow to nature.

Women are biologically unsuited
to driving.

Which part of our biology
gets in the way, exactly?

Well, you're too easily distracted.

A bird flies across
and you end up in the gutter.

I seem to be able to handle
my Hispano-Suiza without any trouble.

Don't I, Inspector?

I doubt a police officer
is the right person to ask.

Well, don't worry, Inspector,
I have many political supporters

lobbying for me to stand for
parliament

and when I'm elected,
I shall make it my personal duty

to regulate
that women may only drive

in the company
of a licensed male companion.

That sounds like it could be fun,

provided you add the qualification
'attractive' and you provide the men.

But perhaps if the women
win the rally on Saturday,

ladies can become full members of
the Victorian Automobile Association.

My dear girl, that will never
happen. But look, I tell you what.

If by some divine intervention the
ladies do win this race,

I'll let you.

That sounds like
a most excellent wager.

As you are our witness, Inspector.

Why is he taking so long?

The wheel came off
and that's why she crashed.

The police mechanic
has to be thorough.

Engines are complex things.

That's why at the moment
he's working on the un...

underneath of... bits.

You mean, the gearbox?
The drive shaft?

Differentials, front or rear axles?

Maybe even the brake drums.
Yes.

I'm glad you don't drive, Dottie.

Well, Miss Fisher has offered
to teach me.

She says it gives a woman
a glorious sense of freedom.

But all it really gives me is a bad
feeling in the pit of my stomach.

Yes,
and it's a complicated business.

It's a lot harder than operating
your sewing machine, Dottie.

I'd like to see you manage
my sewing machine, Hugh Collins.

Any idea where Gerty was headed
last night?

Well, I assume
she went to her usual haunt.

The VAA on Graeme Street.

Could she have been meeting someone?

Well, if she did, she left
in too much of a hurry to tell me.

Did something happen last night?

Before Gerty drove off?

We'd had a few words.
What about?

We'd just ordered a twin carburettor
from America for the rally

and Gerty forgot to pick it up.

And by the time she got to the
docks, it had disappeared.

Stolen?

That, or one of the other teams
got wind of our delivery

and decided to help themselves.

If Gerty had just gone
when she said she would...

Anyway, it doesn't matter.

If we work all night
and all tomorrow,

we might get it fixed in time.

Even if we can fix it,
we haven't got a driver.

We can't drop out.

I mean, Miss Fisher said that
Pepper had pledged to let women

become members of the VAA if we win.

At least we'd stand a chance
of fighting this idiotic idea

that we need men
to escort us everywhere.

I can't imagine Gerty would have
wanted us to give up, can you?

We'll fix the car, just in case.

Was Miss Haynes accompanied
by anyone last night?

Ah, not that I saw.

Who'd you say you work for?
Ladies Monthly.

We're doing a feature
on lady race drivers.

That'll be a short feature.

So she left by motor car?
Parked just over there.

Perhaps you could show me.

Pardon me, Madam!
I'm afraid you can't go in there.

Oh, I'll just be a moment.
No, club rules.

Ladies require the invitation
of a member.

Oh, really? Then perhaps you could
tell me who invited Miss Haynes?

That's private information, Miss,

and I won't be telling it
to no magazine.

The truth is, our friend Gerty died
in a motor car accident last night.

I think she was murdered
but the police don't believe me.

That's... That's very sad. Miss
Haynes always tipped me a shilling.

Ah, there was a motor car
that left shortly after her.

What kind?
It was too dark to see, I'm afraid.

Broken tail light, though.
Thank you. You've been very helpful.

Ladies Monthly? Really, Dot?
You don't think he believed me?

Oh.

This is where Gerty's car was parked,
yes?

Yes.

It's definitely a racing wheel nut.

Same as the ones on Gerty's car.

So somebody tried to sabotage
Gerty's car while she was in the club

She should have known,
parking there.

She should have checked her wheels.

What do you mean?

The other racers, the men, they
pull stuff like this all the time.

Millie.
Well, it's true!

Pulling pranks,
putting holes in petrol tanks.

That doesn't sound very sporting.
They don't like it when we win.

And they'll like it even less
when you win again.

You can't let that stop you. I'm
not driving in that race, Phryne.

Sorry.
I'll do it.

I can drive better than
any of those idiots in the VAA.

Don't be silly.
You haven't got your licence yet.

Yeah, because you won't let me.
For good reason, my girl.

If you really can't bear to drive,
I can step in.

I'm not Gerty,
but at least then we're on the field.

If we can get the car
fixed in time.

A gentleman had to sign Gerty in
at the VAA Lounge.

Any thoughts on who?
Too many.

Always one on the boil
and three more simmering?

Could have been Antony Rose.

That was Gerty's latest toy.

Last week he proposed.

Do you know her answer?
They say she turned him down.

He might be rich and handsome
but you know Gerty.

She never let anyone tie her down.

If you're after Claude, he
hasn't reappeared since lunchtime.

Too much toasting to his dear
sister. Mr Rose.

I had a wager with a friend who said

I wouldn't be able to tell one end
of a motor car from the other.

I think you know your way
round a car, Miss Fisher.

Gerty told me about your Hispano.

You may as well see it. We all have.

Claude gets himself a twin
carburettor. Very hush-hush.

Then he has a few
down the VAA Lounge

and lets us all know
about his secret weapon.

That's Claude, alright.

I hear that you and Gerty were close.

It was a fling. We had fun
but Gerty was a free spirit.

So why did you propose to her?

In jest, Miss Fisher.

A joke. Between friends.

Did you see her last night
at the VAA Lounge?

I wasn't there. I wish I had been.

This race won't be the same
without her.

I'm sure.

But as her replacement driver, I'll d
my best to make up for her absence.

No. Absolutely not.

I'm licensed.

I'm the sponsor of the ladies' team

and frankly, I can't see that you hav
reasonable grounds to deny me.

I've been doing some research
on you, Miss Fisher.

Really?
Mm.

You have a large number
of speeding offences.

I should have thought that more than
qualified me for a car race.

No, all drivers must have
a pristine driving record.

So I'm sorry, Miss Fisher,
you can't drive in this rally.

But ladies are most welcome to
spectate.

I've been doing some research too.

I'm sure the other board members
of the VAA

would not be impressed to learn that
Team Pepper resorted to sabotage

to put the ladies out of the race.

If Claude's done something silly,
that's on his head.

I certainly had no part in it.

That may be so,

but it wouldn't look good
for your political career, would it?

Guilt by association.
You women are all the same.

I'm quite sure we aren't.

Ah, no, your threats are wasted
on me, Miss Fisher.

Your driving offences are on
the record. My hands are tied.

Claude Haynes stole a vital car part
from his sister

in order to sabotage her chances
in Saturday's rally.

Good evening to you too,
Miss Fisher.

And somebody took that
from Gerty's motor car

while she was inside the VAA Lounge.

Witnesses?
Apparently not.

But it's a racing roadster wheel nut,
Jack.

How much more evidence do you need?
Somebody wanted Gerty dead.

I know, but we can't blame it all
on the wheel nut.

Coroner's report.

Gerty Haynes was strangled
and the scarf used to cover it up.

So, I didn't jump the gun after all.

Can we be friends again?

In spite of my cavalier approach
to driving?

It's true. You drive too fast.

Too fast for what? A milk cart?

And you're needlessly reckless.

That is an opinion, not fact.

I would suggest you could apologise
to me by offering me a drink, but...

..given your lack of supplies and
your new penchant for drinking alone,

I'll settle for sitting in
on your interview with Claude.

As it happens,
my shift finished an hour ago.

Goodnight, Miss Fisher.

You and your sister
were competitors.

Gerty regularly beat you.
That must have been humiliating.

It wouldn't impress your sponsor,
Lachlan Pepper.

I don't know what you mean.

How'd you hurt your hand?
I shut it in the door.

Collins, how did Mr Haynes
injure his hand?

My record from yesterday,
if you will.

He said, 'I caught it in a bonnet,'
sir.

You injured your hand
installing a twin carburettor...

stolen from your sister, didn't you?
No.

So that carburettor is not sitting
in your engine right now?

Yes. Alright, yes, it's in my car.
But I did not steal it.

Gerty and I had a deal.
She was going to throw the race.

Now why would she do that?

Father had cut her off. Said it was
time she married, settled down.

So I tossed some money her way.
I mean, enough to keep her afloat.

But I'll be damned
if I'll pay her to beat me.

So if Gerty was going to let you
win,

why'd you need the twin carburettor?

Gerty loved winning.

I couldn't trust her
to throw the race

if the chequered flag
was in her sights

so I made her give it to me.
Here.

Collection details.

Believe me, there was no bad feeling
between Gerty and me.

But if you think my sister's death
was deliberate then you should know,

Gerty said that Ailsa would kill her
if she found out about the carby.

So, I spoke with Lachlan Pepper.

Ah. He won't let you race, will he?

Technically, but I've never let
a technicality stop me.

Ailsa Wilton?
Yeah, that's me.

Inspector Robinson. You need to
come down to the station.

We have some questions for you.
What's going on, Jack?

What? Why? She hasn't done anything.

It's alright, Millie.
It's only questions.

What kind of questions?

Certain information
has come to light

with our interview with Mr Haynes.

Is Mum under arrest?

Just stay here with Phryne
and I'll be back before you know it.

Gerty was a witch,
but Mum wouldn't kill her!

There's no way that
she would make that car crash.

Someone deliberately removed
that wheel nut.

It wasn't Mum.

Would you like to set us straight?

I heard Mum and Gerty arguing.

Mum was... Mum was really upset and
Gerty just kept screaming at her.

What were they fighting about?

Gerty said she was going
and Mum couldn't stop her.

Going where?
To the VAA Lounge.

Mum hated it
when Gerty took the car,

especially before big races.

So what'd you do?
I went there.

I saw her car parked out front.

I... Well, I thought she'd check
her wheels and see the missing nut

and it would scare her enough
to come back.

I didn't think it would kill her.

Well, that's incredibly foolish of
you, Millie,

but you didn't kill her.

Gerty passed away after the crash.
From something else.

So it wasn't my fault?
It wasn't because of your actions.

Even though those actions
were delinquent, malicious

and with utter a disregard
for Miss Haynes' wellbeing!

Jack...
Let alone anyone else on the road!

I'm so sorry!

I didn't like Gerty,
but I didn't want her to die.

Did you see anyone else at the Lounge

Do you know who Gerty was meeting?
They were all there.

I saw... I saw Antony's car
and Mr Pepper's...

..and all the others.

I'm sorry, I don't remember
anything else.

Antony Rose claims
that he wasn't at the Lounge

but his car indicates otherwise.

Crown me.
If Millie is to be believed.

If Mr Rose did it,
what was his motive?

Gerty turned down his proposal.

He could have followed her
from the Lounge,

intending to have it out with her,
witnessed the crash...

And taken the opportunity
to strangle her?

It's a theory.
A good theory.

I wouldn't go that far.

I won, again.

You're usually much better
at this game.

You come here, you drink my whisky,
you accept my help

and you won't even do me the courtesy
of trying to beat me.

You're right.
You're right, I'm off my game.

When I heard about
the motor car accident...

Hugh sent you a message.

..all I heard was 'Miss Fisher'...

..and a crashed motor car.

Jack.

You thought it was me?

Well, I'm still here.

No thanks to your driving.

Thank you for the nightcap.
I must be getting home.

Miss Fisher'll be pleased
with this.

Very steady penmanship there,
Mr B.

Thank you, Cecil.

Is your friend
from the Communist Party sure

this is a Russian driver's licence?

It's either that
or a fishing permit.

I reckon we're safe.
Not too many Russians at the VAA.

Now all we have to do
is cook up a false name.

I've got one and it's a beauty.

I feel awfully odd, Miss.
You look spectacular.

And you only have to play the part
up until the race begins.

Mr Pepper!

May I present to you,
all the way from St Petersburg,

twice champion of
the Siberia to Shanghai Classic

and now official driver for the
ladies' team,

Miss Valentina Runnemallova.

Never heard of her.

Luckily for you, Miss Valentina
speaks very little English.

Well, I'll need to see
her credentials.

They're in Russian, but you'll be
able to vouch for them, of course,

to the other board members of the VAA

Excellent. Lady drivers
of the free world thank you.

What was that?

She's very shy.

Miss Valentina insists
on inspecting the track.

I explained to her
that you're a very busy man

but she wants you to be the one
to show her.

Oh.

Da.

Mr Rose! Mr Rose, are you here?

Naughty, naughty, Miss Fisher.

Claude may not have secrets,
but I might.

Such as what happened
to your tail light?

Well, some idiot smashed it.

They're lucky I didn't catch them.

That's what happens
when you park on the street.

In front of the VAA Lounge.

Why did you lie?
I didn't. I wasn't there.

But your car was. Did it drive itself

I was going to go in,
but a young lady came up to me,

asked me for my autograph.

I didn't want to disappoint.

We went to a nearby hotel.

How did Gerty's purse
end up in your car?

I've no idea.
Perhaps you put it there.

I just found it behind your seat.
There's only your word for that.

The police take my word quite
seriously, usually.

Maybe I should ask them
to search your car more thoroughly.

Nobody touches my car.
Who knows what they might find.

It's like I told her, I have no idea
how that purse ended up in my car.

Or why the doorman at the VAA Lounge

identified your car as the one which
followed Gerty away from the club.

Obviously someone
helped themselves to my car.

Then put it back?

Why would I follow Gerty?
This note may help us with that.

'Gerty, we must discuss this.
I demand that you do not act in haste

If you do not hear me out,
I promise you will regret it.'

Look, I did not write that. Look.

That's mine. That's my handwriting.

You see, it's nothing like the note.

If you didn't write this, who did?
Some other poor sap.

Alright.

Gerty turned me down
because somebody better came along.

We practically set a date before
she told me she had a golden ticket.

She was going overseas.

Plenty of other women
to choose from.

And I knew I could beat her
on the track.

My sister was thrilling to see on
the track. Left most men for dust.

Father never forgave her
for not being a first-born son.

And he never forgave me
for not being Gerty.

Ah, Miss Fisher!

I've been keeping
our Russian visitor entertained

with tales of Gerty's derring-do.

She'll be so pleased
that you're stepping in for her

and that her spirit lives on.

And I'm sure your father
is very proud of you too, Claude.

Nice of you to say. But I'm afraid
Father's made his feelings known.

He realised
that between a rebel daughter

and a confirmed bachelor son,

neither of us would be contributing
to the dynasty.

He said he'd rather give it
to the lost dogs' home.

I was wondering if you could show
Miss Valentina over the grounds?

Seeing as you're getting on so well.
It would be my pleasure.

She may not say much but she
understands more than you think.

Here we go.

Only one problem, Miss.

You think it will be tricky
to remove the twin carburettor?

I think so, Miss.
Especially 'cause it's not here.

What?!

That's curious.
It was there yesterday.

We need it for the ladies' team.

Perhaps Claude's mechanics removed it
for some adjustments.

Don't deny it. You were seen
skulking around my marquee,

you and two rough-looking labourers.

I never skulk,
and Cec and Bert are cabbies.

Ha! Thieves, more like.

I would appreciate it if
you would return my team's property.

I'm sorry, I really don't follow you.
The twin carburettor.

Oh.
Mm-hm.

Well?

I'm afraid we don't have it,
and as to its whereabouts,

I'm as baffled as you are.

Enough with the games, Miss Fisher,
the race is tomorrow.

It's time to be serious.
Really?

I heard these sort of high jinks go
on all the time in racing circles.

Not in my circles, my girl.
Oh, why not?

The parties, the drinking,
the fraternising.

You're a very eligible bachelor,
Mr Pepper.

What's the harm in having a little
fun?

Miss Fisher, I am a very busy man.

I have a business,
I have political concerns,

not to mention my presidency of the
VAA. I don't have time for parties.

Oh, I'm sorry. What a shame.

But I'm also somewhat confused
because...

..this letter that you wrote to Gerty
Haynes suggests quite the opposite.

It's a forgery. It's a blatant
attempt to blacken my name.

It's a very good forgery...

..considering
it matches your hand exactly.

So you're behind this.
Behind what?

Blackmail is a dangerous game,
my girl.

Yes, Gerty and I had a fling.
So what?

It was years ago. It meant nothing.

It must have meant something.
Gerty kept your letter.

I was a gentleman.

I would have done what was
necessary,

but she'd already left for London.

So I'll tell you what I told Gerty.

You'll get no money from me

and this proves nothing
but Gerty's loose morals.

Is everything alright, Miss?
Yes, thank you, Mr Butler.

So, how did you discover Pepper
was the author of the secret letter?

I went to the VAA Lounge. Pepper
was the one who invited Gerty in.

That's not fair.
I could only get as far as the gate.

The bartender saw Gerty and Pepper
in a private booth.

Said they appeared to be having
an argument.

If Gerty was attempting
to squeeze money out of Mr Pepper

by threatening to expose
their past romantic history...

It gives him motive.

But...

Pepper has his own motor car.

Why follow her in Antony's car?
To avoid detection?

Did you follow up on Antony's story?

The girl can't be found,

but the manager of the York Street
Hotel thinks Mr Rose checked in.

Hardly watertight.

No, but I can't question him again
without further evidence.

But you could question our friend
Pepper. See what comes to light.

I intend to.

I'll see myself out.

Of course.

The fact that you're using that
and not a key

suggests to me
that this is not as official

as you led me to believe.

The late hour didn't tip you off?

Head injury consistent
with impact of steering wheel.

Bruising on the neck,
crushed windpipe,

consistent with strangulation.

That finally convinced Jack
it wasn't an accident.

Anything else mentioned in there?
Such as?

Gerty's general health,
past illnesses...

..operations?

Why don't you tell me
what you're looking for

and I will tell you if it's here.

I can't make it too easy for you.

The Coroner makes reference to this,

a lower abdominal scar which he
surmises could be a hysterectomy...

..but he didn't check.

Mac, are you questioning
the Coroner's judgement?

Well, rumour has it
he's less than effective

before his morning tipple, but I'm
not one to gossip. Heaven forbid.

I can see why he thought
it was a hysterectomy

but it could also be
that she had a caesarean.

You see the stretch marks
around here?

Pregnancy will do that to a woman.

So, in your opinion,
Gerty has carried a child.

Did I pass?

I haven't long. The rally starts
in one hour and I missed breakfast.

Have you interviewed Lachlan Pepper?

Oh, he admitted meeting Gerty
at the VAA Lounge.

Nothing we didn't already know.
Good.

Why would Gerty blackmail him over
having an affair? It was years ago.

Neither of them were married.

There was nothing shameful
about a small dalliance.

Not in some people's eyes.
Then, take a look at this.

The Adventuress Club
keeps meticulous records

of all our members' achievements.

Gerty took a six-month hiatus
from racing in 1913.

What if the result of that dalliance
was a child?

A living child.

That would bring the past
into the present.

And really would be something
to threaten Pepper with.

'Local political candidate
has illegitimate offspring.'

He might win my vote,
but safe to say, not many others.

Anyway, you've made me late.
I'll fill you in on the rest later.

Miss Fisher...
See you after the race!

Yes, hello?

Put me through to the Registry
of Births, Deaths and Marriages.

Everybody ready? Victory awaits!

Ready, Miss.

Well, let's go!

Can I give you a lift in the Hispano?

You nervous?

We should be off. We can't be late.

Pepper will use any excuse
to disqualify us.

Ailsa. You and Gerty
were a team for a very long time.

This is the first race in years
where Gerty hasn't been your driver.

Oh, you'll be fine.
Come on, got to get moving.

16 years to be exact.

That's when Gerty made
her triumphant comeback.

It must have been difficult
for both of you.

Millie's Gerty's daughter, isn't she?

She's been my daughter
since the day she was born.

Gerty had a choice.
She chose to race.

And you took on Millie.
Well, I didn't think twice.

At the time, I was engaged.
We could give her a home.

Then came the war
and John was killed.

Raising her alone was hard
but that was my choice.

I couldn't have loved her any more
than if she were my own.

Why did you argue with Gerty
the night she died?

Was it because she was going overseas

Gerty told me
that Millie was her daughter

and she could do
what she wanted with her.

Her father might have cut her off,
but when he saw his grandchild,

he'd change his mind.

She was using Millie
to get to his money.

I raised that child for 16 years

but to Gerty, it was just
a convenient arrangement.

I love Millie as my own.

So you stood up to her.

Gerty would never let me
adopt Millie

and I was too afraid to push it
in case...

..in case she took her away.

I can't see Millie going
without a fight.

Oh, once Gerty got something in her
head, she... no-one else mattered.

But I tried to reason with her
and... Millie overheard.

She thought you were arguing with
Gerty about taking the car.

That's why she undid the wheel nut.

But Gerty...

Millie didn't kill Gerty.
I know.

The thought of her being taken away
from you was too much.

I was furious.

And I knew Gerty would end up
at the VAA Lounge

so I went round there
to just have my say

and maybe I could change her mind.

By the time she came out, she was
gone before I could catch her and...

Why did you take Antony's car?

Well, because it was there
and I knew how to start it.

And I wasn't thinking.

I just did it.

You strangled her.

Then you draped the scarf through the
door to make it look like an accident

And you took her purse.

And I... I took out
the birth certificate...

..and I destroyed it.

And then you drove the car
back to the Lounge.

Gerty always did
exactly what she wanted

and to hell with everyone else.

But I had to protect my daughter.

All cars to the assembling area!

Just breathe.

All the best, Valentina.
I'm sure Gerty's cheering us on.

Miss Runnemallova, my foot.

If you're Russian, I'm Queen Mary.

You won't tell anyone?

No, your secret's safe with Wal,
missy.

Whatever you got planned,
you'd better do it soon.

Why?

You don't look like you know
where the motor is,

let alone how to use it.

Flick the ignition,
hold down the clutch,

take off the brake and
give the throttle a good squeeze.

My sewing machine's harder
than that.

Motor cars at the ready, please,
members.

I just want to say goodbye to Millie

and explain to her
why I did what I did.

Please. You can take me
to the police station after that...

Miss Wilton! Inspector Robinson.

Oh, Phryne.

Miss Wilton, if you're in there,
please open the door.

Go. I'll take care of the Inspector.

Thank you.

Coming, Jack!

Miss Fisher?
Yes!

Is Ailsa in there with you?

Phryne!
Yes?

Yes, Ailsa's in there or...?

Oh, yes. No!

Well, uh, she was.

Can you open the door, please?
Of course.

Now, Miss Fisher.

I've made enquiries.
Ailsa Wilton is not Millie's mother.

Well, I suspect Ailsa and Millie
would beg to disagree.

Where is she, Miss Fisher?

I do believe that
she stepped out the back.

Two minutes till race time! Two
minutes, gentlemen. Uh, and lady.

Miss Valentina, your goggles!
You forgot your goggles!

Oh, I did forget my goggles.
Don't forget your lipstick too.

Millie, where's Phryne?
Is she alright?

I don't know but someone has to
race. Well, you'll need this.

Motor cars at the ready,
please, members!

Now we got a race on our hands.

Miss Fisher?

Miss Fisher!

Sorry, got caught up.

Miss, it's too late. We had to have
a new plan. Millie's driving.

Oh, well, in that case,
let's go watch the race.

Phryne!
Claude, are you alright?

I'm so sorry, it's all gone wrong.

What is it?
The twin carby.

Wal's just seen it
in Antony's engine

and you've got this lovely
Russian girl driving for Gerty...

All drivers, start their engines!

How much advantage
will the carby give him?

She might catch him on the corners

but as soon as Antony hits the
straights, he'll leave her for dead.

I have an idea.

Go to the tent, find Claude...

What on earth is she doing?

See you at the finish line, Mr Rose!

Go, go, go, go, go, go!

Oh, dear.

I believe I'm stuck.
I must have water on my points.

Mum!

I am so sorry.

I'll keep the garage running.
I'll work hard every day.

Oh, I know you will.

I'll make sure she's looked after.

I'd like to lodge a complaint.

Are you sure
you're in the right place?

Unlicensed driving
and driving under false pretences.

The women's team is disqualified.

And I'm afraid, Miss Fisher,
you lose your little wager.

Oh. That's one way of looking at it.

Or you could take
this glorious opportunity

to admit your long-lost daughter as
the first female member of the VAA.

Wh... You?

Don't expect to get a discount
on repairs.

Oh, good evening, Inspector.
Evening.

Ah, Jack, I was beginning
to give up hope.

Whisky?

Oh, no, thank you.

You're not indulging tonight?

I came to return something of yours
you left in my car.

You didn't wash it?

I didn't see much point. The exhaust
pipe burnt right through it.

It was only a small delay.

Engineered by you,
once again to your own advantage.

I know we have some minor points
of contention, Jack.

But we enjoy uncovering
the truth together, don't we?

Therein lies the problem.

What do you mean?

When I thought it was you
in that wreckage...

..I found it unbearable.

Sounds serious.
It is.

I am who I am, Jack.
I can't give that up.

I'm not asking you to give it up.
I would never ask you to do that.

So you're giving up me instead?

What we do best, us, together.

You'd sacrifice that?

If you did that, Jack, I would feel..

I would feel like it was you
lying in that wreckage.

Please, can you think about that?

I will.