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You must be joking!
Oh, come on, Twinkle Toes.

Come on!

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A Tiger Moth.
A Tiger Moth?

And it has a top flying speed
of 130 miles per hour.

De Havilland?

The engine, Charlie.
It does have one, I hope.

Oh, yes.

And wings?
At least two.

How much?
Five hundred pounds.

They're over a thousand new.

Mechanic says
she's in mint condition.

Only six hours flying time.
Why so low? What's wrong with her?

Nothing. Mother bought it for me.

Vic promised to teach me to fly,
but he never came back from the war.

Anyway, I get giddy
standing on a chair

so it's been gathering dust
in a hangar for years.

So why sell it now?
I need cash.

Mother keeps the purse strings
very tight.

I just need to attend to something.

You promised me a dance, Charlie.

I hope you haven't lured me here
under false pretences.

I shouldn't worry about any shortage
of potential dance partners.

Back in a jiffy.

Who are those charming gentlemen?

Charles, what's wrong?
What's going on?

I'm in a situation.

It's a little sordid.
I specialise in those.

I wonder if I might have
the pleasure of this dance?

No, you run along. It can wait.

Well, don't go too far.

My compliments on the band,
Mr Stone.

The devil's music.

Must compliment the devil
on his taste.

Somebody help!

Leonard, speak to me!

- Len!
- What's going on?

Had he passed out?

Somebody call the police.

Oh, no, no.

Well, well, Miss Fisher.

Nice to see you too, Jack.

Another murder, no less.

Let's not make a habit of it.

His name's Leonard Stevens
and he appears to have been stabbed.

Do we know by whom?

We were all dancing
and he just collapsed mid-song.

That's his dance partner over there.

Do we have a murder weapon?

No, but rather a suspicious
lot of cash to be carrying around,

don't you think?

You went through his pockets.

I have a mind to charge you
with interference.

Come on, Jack. I secured the scene.

Log it.

Let's see if we can
come up with a weapon.

And I want everybody searched.

The women too, sir?

There's no lady constable
to call on, Collins.

Do your best.

He was going to marry me.

Sure he was, sugar.

And I'm the Queen of Sheba.

Look, there ain't nothin' here

and there ain't nothin' here
that's good enough for you.

Mm-hm.

Can't you take pity on him?

Make ME an honorary constable.
Uh, no, thanks.

Collins could do with the practice.

Has he asked Miss Williams to the
Fireman and Policeman's Ball yet?

Not that I'm aware of.
Dotty wouldn't keep that to herself.

Hmm.

He tells me he's working on it.

So how well did you know
Leonard Stevens?

Who said I did?

I thought from the comment
you made to Pansy earlier...

He's been hangin' around this club

since we started out
a few weeks back

and, uh, I've seen enough
to know he's a creep.

Ah, Miss Fisher.

I see you've made
Nerine's acquaintance.

Allow me to introduce Ben Rogers,

the best cornet player
in the Southern Hemisphere.

I know it's hardly the time or place,
Mr Rogers,

but I enjoyed your solo.

Easy, sugar. He's a married man.

Huh. What's the matter?

Ain't you ever seen a black
and white married couple before?

As far as I'm concerned,

everybody should be allowed to marry
whomever they choose.

Though, personally,
I'm not the marrying kind.

Make your way towards
the exits, please.

I understand you're the band leader.

Did you see anything from the stage?

I was dancing with Miss Fisher.

I thought Mr Freeman
was your dance partner.

In fact, where is Mr Freeman?

He couldn't cope with
the sight of blood

and rushed to the gents
to retch his heart out.

Constable.

So, good vantage point
from up there.

Do you recall seeing anything?

I remember Nerine,
all those glasses smashing...

When my baby's hopped up on jazz,

he don't remember nothin'.

No-one left in the gents, sir.

Left the scene of the crime.
Interesting.

It's all over the newspaper, miss.

Your friend, Mr Freeman,
he's wanted for questioning.

Did he do it? Mr Freeman?
The murder?

I wouldn't have thought
Charles the type,

but then I have no idea why he chose
to escape out the bathroom window.

Was Constable Collins there, miss?

Yes, Dot. Dashing as ever.

And I must tell you, Dot,

Mr Collins wants to invite you to
the Fireman and Policeman's Ball.

Oh.

Well, he's leaving his run
a bit late. It's this Saturday.

Yes, well,
he might need some encouragement.

Like what?

You might need to invite him instead.

Me ask him?

It's just not how it's done.
Poppycock.

A Mrs Adele Freeman
on the telephone.

She's most insistent she speak
with you about her son, Charles.

Mrs Freeman won't be long.

If only Vic was still with us.

Thank you for coming so quickly.

I've been worried sick
about Charles.

Still no word, I take it?
No, nothing.

Oh, Phryne, I can't believe it.

They think my Charlie a murderer.

They'll hang him. I know they will.

I-I can't lose another son.

I'll do whatever you want,
pay any fee.

Don't worry, Mrs Freeman.

I'll do my best to protect Charles.
Thank God.

And no payment will be necessary.

Vic and I were very close once.
That's enough for me.

Well, thank you, child. Thank you.

Oh... A-a-a sherry?

Did you know a Leonard Stevens?

The murdered man? No.

Charles never mentioned him?

Not that I recall.

I saw them talking together
at the club.

The conversation got quite heated.

I need you to prove
my son's innocence, not guilt.

Do you have any idea where he is?

Charles has a set of friends...

frivolous, idle young men
who have no thought to work.

Life for them
is one big celebration.

Anyone he might have confided in?

You could try speaking with
Bobby Sullivan.

He and Charles are thick as thieves.

So all we've got to go on
is this Sullivan bloke,

lodges somewhere in Richmond?

From what I know. But he's not fond
of work and likes a bit of a party.

And Mrs Freeman mentioned

that Charles and Bobby
play competition darts

at a hotel somewhere near
Sullivan's flat every Thursday.

Gonna be hard to track him down
on that much information.

Kingston Pub runs a big darts comp.

Good! Now someone's thinking.

I'll leave it in your capable hands,
gentlemen.

This wound is small
and unusually neat.

There's no tearing present,

suggesting that the angle of attack
was more likely horizontal...

like a rapier.

There was no swordplay
at the Green Mill last night.

Horseplay on the other hand...

Hello, Jack, Constable Collins,
Doctor Johnson.

I-I'm afraid this won't do.

I have never seen a woman set foot
inside this building in my time.

Miss Fisher
is under the mistaken impression

she's part of
the Victorian Constabulary.

Come on, Jack.

Mrs Freeman asked me
to look for her son,

and I promise to share any leads
I come up with

during my own investigation.

You may stay...

on the proviso
you utter not one word.

Do you follow?

Most likely the weapon
was some sort of thin knife,

a stiletto, perhaps.

Or a hat pin?

It's possible.

Constable?

Uh, I'm afraid
there were so many women, sir,

I-I didn't think to check.

You seem so certain
that Charles is guilty

but pray, tell me,
what was his motive?

Witnesses saw them arguing.
Perhaps his motive was money?

Then why did he
leave the cash behind?

Perhaps because you fished it out
of the deceased's pockets

before he had the opportunity,
Miss Fisher.

Charles needed cash. He practically
begged me to buy his plane.

But I don't believe
he's capable of violence.

His record speaks otherwise.

He has a record?
He was recently charged with affray.

Punched a man in a public bar.

Do we know who this man was?
The deceased, Leonard Stevens.

Who's our guest?

Won her in the darts comp.

Congratulations!

We tracked down your Sullivan bloke.
He's waiting in the parlour, miss.

Thank you.

Chicken fricassee tonight, Mr Butler?

Don't you listen to her, Mildred.

I went to a party
directly from the Green Mill.

Didn't get in till the wee hours.

Paying for it now, of course.
Ghastly hangover.

A murder?
Not long after you left.

Good God.

Who was the victim?

A man called Leonard Stevens.

The police think Charles is guilty.

What?!

Charlie wouldn't hurt a fly.

Apparently, that's not true.

What was going on between Charles
and Leonard Stevens?

I don't know anyone by that name.
That's odd.

I swear I saw the three of you
in a rather heated discussion

at the Green Mill.

I think you've got me mistaken
for someone else.

Now, if you've finished with me...

I'm late for a lunch.

Don't let me keep you.

Bye, Mr Sullivan.

It was a fluke!
Come on, then.

Show me how it's done.

We need to put a tail on Mr Sullivan.

As much as I like to live
dangerously, let's lose the darts.

Good. Stay back.

I'll be fine from here.

Stevens had no listing,
sir, but I asked around.

I'll drive, Collins.

Take the next left, sir.

That looks like it.
Corner of Highbury Road.

And I believe that's Miss Fisher.

Oh. Miss Fisher.

What are you doing here?
I could ask you the same question.

Please give that back.

It belongs to me.

Most interesting, given that
this is Leonard Stevens's apartment.

I don't want to have to hurt you.

Turning to break and enter,
are we, Miss Fisher?

Hello, Jack.

Actually, I don't think
I've broke anything.

The window was already open.

And like Peter Pan,
you just flew in.

Actually, Bobby came in first
and I just followed him.

Bobby Sullivan,
meet Inspector Robinson.

Bobby was at the Green Mill
last night

and he's a very good friend
of Charles Freeman's.

What's your story?

Hand it over.

Is that...

Oh! Dear God.

Break and enter? You're not seriously
going to charge me?

Uh, Miss Fisher, please.

If you could stand
as still as possible,

that would be much appreciated.

Thank you. Steady, and one, two...

Miss Williams.

At last, my visitor!

Dot, what have you brought me
for lunch?

I thought you were telephoning
your solicitor.

My solicitor can't cook.
Oh.

Will that be all, miss?
Yes. Thank you, Dot.

Why don't you show Miss Williams out?

Just...
It's alright if you're busy.

I can... wait.
OK.

Ci...

City South Police Station.
Constable Collins speaking.

Let's see.

Try this gratin, Jack.

You're not taking the situation
seriously.

I haven't taken anything seriously
since 1918.

Shouldn't you be clapping me
in irons?

Too much paperwork.

If I feed you some more,
may I see what's in that folder?

Mmm.

Did you know
Charles was a homosexual?

Well, I do enjoy having SOME effect
on a man,

and my powder was clearly wasted
on Charles.

The photos were taken
by Leonard Stevens.

He was extorting money
from them both.

So you think that gives Charles
a motive?

It gives Bobby Sullivan
a motive too.

What will become of them?

Aside from being murder suspects,

they'll stand trial for sodomy
and, if found guilty, serve time.

A jail sentence for loving someone.

I am the servant of the law,
not its master.

Well, in this case,
the law is an ass.

He'd been blackmailing us
for months.

Up until last night,

Charles had been the one
making all the payments to Leonard.

Each one was supposed to be
the last.

But it never was.
No.

I told Leonard we had nothing left.

Not that he believed us.

He said he would go to the papers
with the photographs.

Is that when you'd had enough?

He had the plates hidden somewhere.

Couldn't go to the police
or we'd end up in jail anyway.

We were trapped.

And that's why you broke into
Leonard's apartment?

Once I knew Leonard was dead,

I knew the police
would be going over his affairs.

I wanted to beat them
to the photographs.

Do you think Charles killed
Leonard Stevens?

I wouldn't blame him if he had.

Poor dear Charlie.

If the money on Leonard Stevens's
body wasn't Charles's,

whose was it?

I suspect Leonard had quite a number
of unwilling contributors

to his bank account,

including a Mrs Freeman.

Charles's mother?

I contacted Leonard Stevens's bank

for a copy of his
financial transactions.

Apart from a whole lot
of unexplained cash,

it seems Mrs Freeman had been
sending a cheque every month

for the last two years.

Maybe Charles persuaded her
to help him.

A mother's shame, perhaps?

And she grew tired of
digging him out of trouble.

So his lifeline ran dry.
And he became desperate.

Desperate enough to try and sell you
a plane you don't want.

Perhaps desperate enough
to kill someone.

Who says I don't want that plane?

Here. You take this.
You have that lean, hungry look.

- Come on, Dot.
- Yes, miss.

So, Collins, did you ask
Miss Williams to the ball?

I, uh...

I'm not sure about her, sir.

Good God, man. It's just a dance,
not a proposal of marriage.

I-I think...

I think she might be a Catholic,
sir.

Oh, for God's sake. It's not as if
she were born with two heads.

Well, that would be preferable
in the eyes of my mother.

I telephoned. Bert and Cec
should be here any minute now.

I've got a job for you, Dot.

Is it dangerous, deceitful or dodgy?

This one's almost devout.

St. Anthony's in Alphington.
Sound like your lot?

Definitely.
The one by the railway line.

Find out if any wedding banns
have been posted recently

under the names of our dead man
Leonard Stevens

and a Miss Pansy Annabelle Shore.

You take the cab.

When you're done at the church,
meet me at Mrs Freeman's.

Mrs Freeman, you told me
you didn't know Leonard Stevens.

I don't see how it's relevant.

Not relevant?

Your son has been accused
of his murder.

Leonard Stevens
used to work for the family,

claimed he was an accountant,

but he was nothing but
a scoundrel and a cheat.

I dismissed him.
That was a long time ago.

Well, he's been paid a princely sum
from your personal cheque account

for the past two years.

You clearly knew him well.

And you have remarkably few regrets
about his death.

I don't like your tone.

And I don't like being lied to.

Were you protecting Charles?

Charles was also paying off
Leonard Stevens.

Charles?

I presumed you knew all about it.

Leonard Stevens was in possession
of compromising photographs.

Evidence of Charles's
particular disposition...

when it came to his choice
in lovers.

Charles is of no particular
disposition.

He has just not found
the right woman yet.

I don't know that he will ever intend
to find the right woman

or... any woman at all

if the photographs
are anything to go by.

Oh. Where are these photographs now?

With the police.

My Charlie?

So, how was church?

Mr Stevens and Miss Shore's wedding
was cancelled

a day after the banns were posted.

Father Kenny thinks
the groom got cold feet.

So Pansy's a jilted bride?

How interesting.

Thank you, Dot.

'Pansy'.

It's a very appropriate name for
someone in your line of business.

I've already told the coppers
everything I know.

Clear off.
I've got a living to make.

Your fiance made
a very comfortable living

out of keeping other people's secrets
nice and safe...

for a price.

Leonard never talked shop with me.

I suppose you were too busy
making wedding plans

that never came to pass.

Must have been disappointing,

ordering the invitations
for your big day

only to have Leonard get the jitters
and call the whole thing off.

It wasn't called off,
it was postponed.

Leonard had a business trip.
Shows how much you know.

A business trip?

Still, if I'd been in your shoes...

My shoes?

What would you know about anything?

You, with your fancy clothes
and your good looks.

You can have any man you like.

Girls like me, it's not so easy.

Irises for the wife, sir?

I'll take the lot.

Did Leonard have other girlfriends?

Oh, what do you reckon?
He was a charmer.

Then I wouldn't blame you
for wanting to wring his neck.

There was one girl.

Could smell her perfume on him
a mile off.

Sickly smell. Like dead roses.

I don't recall inviting you
into my dressing room.

I'll overlook it just this once.

Nice fragrance. What is it?

Midnight Rose.

Did Len like it?

Sorry, your husband's name's Ben,
isn't it?

Girl,
you must be half-fried,

'cause you ain't makin' any sense.

His fiancee seemed to think
he was sweet on you.

I am a happily married woman,
and even if I wasn't,

I would hardly break the bonds
of a marriage

for a sap like Leonard Stevens.

Nobody I know liked that man.

Even the night he was bumped off,

someone had him cornered out back
with a pistol in his neck.

Do you mean Charles Freeman?
Not that Ethel.

I know Charlie. It was some, uh,
mug with a big hat and a scarf.

Why didn't you tell the police?
Why would I tell the cops anything?

I hardly got a look
at the mystery man.

But you know if I did,
and if he did pull that trigger,

I still wouldn't tell the cops.

What on Earth did Leonard Stevens
have on you?

Everything alright?

Everything's fine, honey.

Miss Fisher was just admiring
my perfume.

So were they married here
or in America?

Here. Nerine's from Virginia.

They don't allow
interracial marriages.

I hosted the wedding myself.

That's kind of you.

I was looking after number one.

I secured the best jazz singer
in the business.

May I borrow this photograph?

I'll consider it,

if you'll consider allowing me to...

escort you home.

Sonny Clay's Plantation Orchestra.

Hit the Tivoli circuit in Sydney
a few weeks ago.

But then they're heading down
to Melbourne.

I've read about them.

35 black musicians.

Must be quite a band.

A big hit with the ladies,
so I hear.

Must have made them very popular
with the authorities.

Ah, that's nothing a jazz man
can't handle.

You have me thoroughly syncopated,
Mr Stone,

but I'm not ready to swoon just yet.

That's a shame.

How about you tell me what Leonard
Stevens knew about Nerine Rogers?

You're the band manager. What you
don't know isn't worth knowing.

He must have had something on her.

A skeleton in the closet?

A shameful secret?

Maybe she was wanted by the police.

I'm gonna have to get my head right.
I'm not quite following you.

What's the matter, Mr Stone?

Cat got your tongue?

Still no firm suspects, miss?

Too many suspects, Dot.
That's the problem.

There's Bobby, Pansy,
Charles, Nerine.

Mrs Freeman has her reasons,

and Tintagel Stone knows more
than I can coax out of him.

It's as if Leonard Stevens
had a target on his back.

Could you pass me my magnifier
please, Dot?

Nerine said she saw a man threatening
Leonard Stevens in the laneway.

A man with a large hat and a scarf.

It can't be.

That's a fly-boy's scarf
if ever I've seen one.

Aviators wear them.

And is that so mysterious, miss?

It is when the aviator's
supposed to be dead.

Dot, get me the number
for the Repatriation Department.

Oh, and, Dot,

Constable Collins will be coming to
collect this photograph.

Would you mind dealing with him?

I'll try my best, miss.

Victor Freeman.

Miss Williams...

Morning, Constable Collins.

Uh, Miss Fisher asked to me
to give this to you.

Thank you, Miss Williams.

And I'm sure she wouldn't mind you
borrowing this magnifying glass

should you need to see the details.

Well, we have magnifiers
down at the station.

Uh, much appreciated, all the same.

Oh. Oh, well, suit yourself then.

And these scones.

They're warm from the Kooka

with Mr Butler's mulberry jam
and clotted cream.

Thank you.

Um, I-I was wondering if...

I mean, would you...

I suppose what I'm trying to ask
is... is would you...

Oh, for goodness sake, Hugh Collins.

Would you do me the honour
of accompanying me

to the Fireman and Policeman's Ball?

No. I mean, yes!

Yes! But no,
I'm supposed to ask you.

Well, we could all die
waiting for that to happen.

And I have to sew my dress.

And all this time, I thought you'd
never be seen with a Protestant.

Um... Protestant?

You being Catholic, that is?

Oh, well... Um...

Well, it's not like I was born
with two heads, is it?

No.

And it's just a dance, after all.

That's right.

No harm in a dance.

Anyone home?

Hello?

Stop this nonsense at once.

Leave me alone, Mother.
I'm warning you.

Charlie, this is a fool's business.

You must turn yourself in before
the situation gets out of hand.

It's already out of hand!
I'm a wanted man, Mother.

Half the Victorian Police
are hunting me.

You can't outrun them, Charles.

What are you doing here?

Your mother's right.
Running's not the solution.

I'm not gonna let them slip a noose
around my neck.

You'll never make it.
All the ports are on alert.

Then I shall go out
in a blaze of glory.

I don't think that's an option
your brother would approve of.

Is it, Mrs Freeman?

I made a telephone call
to Repatriation.

Oh, no, please. This is unnecessary.

You weren't the only one being
blackmailed by Leonard Stevens,
Charles.

He got to your mother too.

She has secrets of her own.

Don't listen to her, Charlie.
Tell him!

It's the only way to stop this.

Vic didn't die in the war.

He was shot down over Ypres.

He was wounded,

but he didn't die.

He's been living on a war pension.

No, he was killed in action.

For seven long years,
I thought so too.

When I found out he was alive,
I was over the moon.

An old neighbour saw him.

He was shearing up in Talbotville.

I don't understand.
Why didn't he come home?

Well, I don't understand either.

You know, I pleaded with him.

But it was no good. He wanted his
solitude more than his own family.

That's what the war did to him.

You let me think he was dead?!

He didn't want anything
to do with us, Charlie.

- How could I tell you that?
- I deserved the truth!

I paid up
to keep your brother's secret,

until Stevens wanted more.

That's when Vic came to town.

I was so afraid
he'd do something terrible.

What has he done?
He was seen at the Green Mill
the night Stevens died.

No, Vic wouldn't kill a man.

We don't know him anymore, Charlie.

He may have done it,
he may know who did.

Either way, we have to find him.

Where is he?
Charlie, there's no point.

Where in Talbotville?
I want the exact address!

Charlie!

I'll find it.

Talbotville's at least a day's drive.

You know how to fly.

I'm a bit rusty.

Contact.
Contact.

It was considerate of Miss Fisher

to provide a photograph
of the night in question,

though I'm not sure how it helps.

This telegram might, sir.

It's from the police department
in Jamestown, Virginia.

I made inquiries about Nerine Rogers.

Bigamy?

Her previous husband is a Jacob Reid

and he's listed on the marriage
certificate as deceased.

Only he's not dead.

Could be the secret that Leonard
Stevens wanted to blackmail her with.

Good work, Collins.

Let's get her in.

Better start looking
for somewhere to put her down.

Ten years I thought you were dead,
Vic.

I can't sleep without waking up
in a lather imagining you all alone,

dying in a ditch somewhere.

Charles is on the run
from the Victorian Police
on suspicion of murder.

He's a little overwrought.

Hello, Vic.

It's been a while.

Tell me why you did it.

Give me the gun, Charlie.

Tell me why you made us suffer.

I'll put the billy on.

Not one letter.

Did you wonder about us, about me?

All the time.
Some way to show it.

I came back to Melbourne.
When?

Three years ago,
when Mother tracked me down.

She could hardly look at me.

All she did was sob.

I saw you arrive from the window.

I left before you came in.

But you saw him again, Vic.

A few days ago, at the Green Mill.

Yes, I was there.
Why?

To see Leonard Stevens.

He was blackmailing Mother,
said he'd tell you I was alive.

But money was never gonna be enough
to end it.

She was frightened.
I had to do something.

Did you kill him? Leonard Stevens?

No, of course not.

Well, somebody did, Vic.

And right now
your brother is a wanted man

because he also had a motive
to kill Stevens.

What motive?

Charlie?
He found out I had a lover.

You might remember him.

Bobby Sullivan.

You see?

Mother wanted her hero,
but you never came back, Vic.

Not for her, not for me.
Look at you.

And look... look at the kind of man
I turned out to be.

That's all she's got.

Charlie...

He won't get far.

Not unless he learns how to fly.

You flew my mother's plane?

Luckily, my skills have improved
since the first time you took me up.

Do you remember asking me
to visit your brother...

if you didn't make it?

It took me ten years,
but I kept my promise.

You haven't changed.

Neither have you.

Still dashingly handsome...

in the right light.

What's this all about?

We just have a few questions,
Mrs Rogers.

Or is it Mrs Reid?

Nerine,
you don't have to say anything.

They can't force you.

I suggest you stick to
playing the banjo

and leave the law to me, Mr Stone.

Look, anything you want to ask her,
you can say in front of me.

If that's the way you both want it.

Maybe you should wait outside,
honey.

Why? You've...
you've got nothing to hide.

We've finally found out what you
didn't want anyone to know.

What?

What are you talking about?

In this country,
and, I believe, in yours,

bigamy is a jailable offence.

What? You're already married?!

It's not how you think.

I was 16 and a fool
when I married Jake.

I didn't know
what I was getting into.

No! No, no, no.

No, I don't want to hear this.

What else have you lied about?
Nothin'!

None of this changes what we have.
I've only ever loved you.

Jake Reid was a drunken animal, OK?

He used to beat her like a dog.

He wouldn't give her a divorce.
Hey! Hey!

You let me marry her
knowing she was already taken, hmm?

You guys wanted to be together.
I was just trying to help.

You helped yourself.

Getting us hitched was good
for the business, wasn't it?

You mercenary bastard.

You know, I always thought
you were a hack musician,

but you sure played me.

Stay here, Collins, and take notes.

Let's move onto the topic
of Mr Leonard Stevens.

You recall him -
large, boorish, dead.

Let's call a spade a spade.

You wanna know if I killed him.

Did you?

Well, sure I did,
and I'd do it again.

Low-down dog deserved it.

What did you do with the weapon?

Smuggled it out in my garter.

Honey, it was so far up my thigh,

I would have slugged you
if you even tried.

Later that night, I got rid of it.

Where?

Inside the cistern
above the ladies' john.

How'd you kill him?
I stabbed him.

Show me. Stand up.

Pretend this is the knife.

Show me how you did it.

Imagine I'm Stevens.

I was moving through with my drinks,

and as I passed him,
I just stabbed him.

One more time.

Are you sure you remember correctly?

It ain't something
I'm likely to forget.

A word outside, Collins.

One moment, Mrs Rogers.

The angle of attack is all wrong.

You don't think she did it?
No, she's protecting someone.

Question is, who?

Her husband, the cornet player?

That's what I thought too,
but he was on stage the whole time.

And too far away.

Better take a car to the Green Mill.

See if you can find the weapon
where she said.

The police really think
Charles is capable of murder?

My money was on you.

I gave him a scare, that's all.

I keep trying to piece together
what happened.

Nerine looked back at the band...

the glasses smashed,

the cornet went awry,

Pansy screamed, Leonard slumped,

and then all hell broke loose.

So what was Ben doing
that worried Nerine so much?

You must be half-fried

'cause, uh,
you ain't making any sense.

I think we should head home
at first light.

How will you clear Charles's name?

I think I know who killed Leonard,

and I have an idea how.

Stay here with me, Charlie.

Even if Phryne can get you off
this murder charge,

they're still gonna lock you up.

So what do I do? Hide out here
while Bobby faces jail by himself?

I can't do that.

You're right, Charlie.

Hiding's for cowards.

You're a braver man than I am.

Dear Lord, I beseech you
to look after the little orphans

and those with less than I
and those without good health

and the zebra in the zoo...

you know,
the one with the gammy leg...

and... if after all that, Lord,
you still have some time,

perhaps... perhaps you could send
Mr Collins some kind of sign.

You know, to let him know
you're Catholic.

See, he's made modifications here
and here.

I don't know who has
the more fanciful imagination...

Rogers for coming up with it,
or you for working it out.

Jack! Me, obviously.
Hmm.

Show in Mr Rogers please, Constable.

Man himself.

Your instrument, I believe.
And our murder weapon.

So what? Doesn't prove a thing.

You're jumping the gun.
No-one's accusing you.

We already have our murderer.

Your wife gave us a full confession.

Nerine? I don't believe you.

Your wife's statement.
It's all there in black and white.

She confessed to everything.

She killed him because he was
blackmailing her about the bigamy.

He demanded sexual favours
and she had no choice but to submit.

Stevens is the real scoundrel
in this.

Damn shame she'll hang.

Why... why would she...

Amazing what people will do for love.

She didn't do it.

We were hoping you'd do
the gentlemanly thing.

Stevens started sniffing around

the first night we played
at the Green Mill.

Come in, please, Collins.

But Nerine always had
her gaggle of admirers.

So I didn't pay him too much notice.

But one day, I caught them.

She denied it, of course,
but I knew.

Help! Somebody help!

I thought she loved him.

Absolutely divine, Dot.
You're such a clever girl.

Now for the finishing touch.

Beautiful.

Oh, no, miss. I'll go
and take it off. It's too much.

A Mr Collins for Miss Williams.

Hello, Hugh.

Not bad for a Catholic.

You summoned me, Inspector Robinson.

Yes.

Found these plates
underneath the floorboards

of Leonard Stevens's apartment.

And what do you want me
to do with them?

Have them incinerated.

I thought your hands were tied.

Yes, but yours are not.

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