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(Screaming)

MAN: Now, come on, baby!
(Screaming)

♪ Now, come on
Stop hanging on, baby

♪ Now, come on
Stop hanging on, baby

♪ You know I'm gonna shake it
I'm gonna have to break it

♪ It was fun for a while
but I'm gonna run wild

♪ Come on

♪ Now, come on
Stop hanging on, baby

♪ Now, come on
Stop hanging on, baby ♪

(Screaming)

♪ You gave me all your kissing
All the love I've been missing

♪ You shake it up so well
Now you're talking wedding bells

♪ Come on ♪

(Screaming)

Come on, baby!

♪ Now, come on
Stop hanging on, baby

♪ Oh, come on
Stop hanging on, baby

♪ You shake it up so well
Now you're talking wedding bells

♪ Come on

♪ You shake it up so well
Now you're talking wedding bells

♪ Come on ♪

One more time!

♪ You shake it up so well
Stop hanging on! ♪

Thank you very much!
(Screaming)

AUDIENCE: Bobby! Bobby!
Bobby! Bobby!

Shirley!

Please take a moment
to read about the effect...

Hey, Bible basher,
why don't you shut up?!

(Camera clicks)

Shirley!

(Screaming)

Bobby! Bobby, you are playing
the devil's music!

Oh, my God, I love you!
Oh, my God!

You are doing the devil's work...

Hey, I thought I told you
to shut up!

Bobby, I love you so much!

You are the devil's minion!

(Screaming)

What's wrong?
He's dead.

(Screaming)

Witnesses say he looked drunk,
took a dive on the cobbles.

So Mattie was saying.
Heart attack, perhaps.

The crowd were gonna tear him apart.
Had to bring the body in here.

Bloody music!
Not a fan, then?

They had to shut
the Regent Theatre down

after screening a film in there.

Pretty much tore the place apart.

Sick of cleaning up after them.
Bloody fans.

Toxicology,
cause of death, if you can.

Wouldn't mind an early night,
if that's possible.

Bloody hell. He's just a boy.

Abrasion to the right cheek,
bruising yet to develop.

Probably got that
when they mobbed him.

I can certainly do bloods now,
but I will have to do an autopsy.

Right, about that...

This isn't right, Superintendent.

I appreciate your help on this,
Gerry,

but we have to requisition
that cellar of yours.

We have to keep the body here
for a couple of days.

Well, look, I'm happy to help,
but this...

The morgue's full and the flu's gone
through the nursing home. Sorry.

Peggy! Take Marcus upstairs to bed,
will you, love? Come on.

What do I tell the kids?

It's just for a couple of days.
I appreciate it, Gerry.

We'll need your spare set of keys,

and keep the cellar locked
when you've got customers here.

MAN: Peggy, is it? Maybe you should
get your little brother off to bed.

If I'm going to perform an autopsy...

It'll have to be downstairs.

We'll set up some lights for you.

Your dad performed a couple down
there when it was necessary.

Well, I'm going to need an assistant.

Davis, when you're ready!

What do you need, boss?
Take his legs.

You're assisting Blake
with the autopsy.

CHARLIE: How's that?

Yes, that'll do.

Well, it's certainly cold enough
in here.

It'll keep the body
in reasonable condition

until there's room in the morgue.

Do you often find yourself
working in these conditions?

Good old Ballarat.

This wouldn't be the first time

a body's been stored
in a pub cellar here.

Bit different in Melbourne, is it?

Um, it's not like we're living
in the '40s anymore.

Give me a hand with his clothes,
Charlie.

How are you with dead bodies?

I've seen my fair share.

I've seen this bloke before too.
Really?

I wouldn't have thought rock'n'roll
would be your thing.

Yeah, I was called to an incident
in one of his shows.

Seemed like
an arrogant bugger to me.

Right.

Well, this is interesting.

He was wearing a ring very recently,

then removed in a hurry,
by the look of it.

Oh, dear.
What's that?

He's been stabbed.

Unbutton his shirt for me, Charlie,
would you?

Let's take a closer look at that.

Oh!

The knife penetrated
between two ribs,

angled upward
into the haemopericardium.

Why wasn't there any blood?

Well, he bled internally,
filling the cavity,

putting fatal pressure
on the pericardial sac.

Basically blood built up around
the heart until it stopped beating,

and death isn't always immediate.

So, he was stabbed
in front of all those people.

Could have happened at any point
in that alley.

What else?
Well, the knife.

Now, it was a double-edged affair,
small blade, by the looks of it.

There was a small amount of alcohol
in his system -

no other drugs present -

and there was evidence of a ring
on his little finger, left hand,

and abrasions suggest it was removed
with considerable force.

You wonder why I'm not a fan.

Davis.
Sir?

Head back to the Royal Theatre.

Scour the alleyway,
we're looking for a knife.

Had a look last night
after the autopsy.

Was it dark?
Sir.

Better go back
and have another look.

Yes, sir.

How was he last night?

Well, it's hard
to get a sense of him.

That's what worries me.

MATTIE : I told your mum that
I'd have you home 20 minutes ago.

Alright, I need everybody out of
here, please!

Thank you, girls, you can lead
the way. Thank you very much.

Girls, this is a crime scene. I need
you to vacate the premises, please.

Girls, you can go and cry somewhere
else. Thank you very much.

Yes, I'm a bad man.

Come on, now...
Please, please! No, please!

Hey, Shirley, come on, let's go.

Just a little bit more... (Screams)

Shirley...

Shirley.

Hey, missy, you're not listening
to me. I need you to leave.

Hey, hey, hey! You can let her go.

Keep her under control,
thank you very much!

Come on, Shirley!
Come on, let's go home!

I'll always be here with you...
I need you...

Oh, my gosh, I am so sorry!

You can sit down there
on that chair, please.

Miss O'Brien,
what can we do for you?

You know her?

Of course I do.

Miss O'Brien boards with us, Charlie.
Now, what's happening here?

I've arrested her on obstruction
and breach of the peace.

I was minding my friend's girl.
Shirley wanted to go back and...

She refused to comply
with a lawful order

and struck me
when I tried to move her on.

And the girl I was meant to be
looking after is really upset.

Did you find anything else, Senior
Constable, such as a murder weapon?

Can I have a word, sir?

Excuse us.
Yes.

What?

Is this how it works here, sir?
Meaning?

You ordered me to search the
alleyway. I was trying to do so.

The young girl O'Brien was meant to
be looking after was out of control,

and when I attempted to intervene,
she elbowed me in the face.

But clearly if you're boarding
at the police surgeon's house,

you can get away
with that sort of thing.

Did you find the knife?

No, sir.

Anything?
Nothing. The alleyway is clean.

I want lists - everybody that was in
that alleyway last night.

The band, the manager - everyone.

Is that all, sir?

For now.

I understand you were present
when Bobby Lee died last night.

Is this correct?
Yes.

Senior Constable Davis
will take your statement.

In the meantime,
we'll hold you in the cells

while we consider the charges
levelled against you.

The Doctor can sit in
on the interview.

I...

Thank you. Right this way.

What are you doing?
I'm letting this play out.

You'd better get after them.

MATTIE : There was a lot of people
in a small space.

Mm-hm. Did you recognise anyone?

Shirley Freedman, the young girl
you shoved aside earlier.

I was looking after her and she went
missing for about 20 minutes.

How do you spell that?

Shirley as in Shirley.

Freedman with a 'D',
'free' as in 'free'.

Who else?

(Sighs) Lots of young girls,

and a man handing out
Bible pamphlets,

middle-aged, wearing a suit,

and a young man
who had an argument with him.

Mm-hm. Description?

Jacket, boots, greased back hair.
You'd call him a bodgie.

Would I?
Yes, you would.

And there was also a man
who was taking photographs.

Mm-hm.

Mattie, did you get any names?

No, I didn't.

Anything else?

The boy who was playing piano
for the band.

I don't know his name, but he was
there just after Bobby died.

That everyone?
That I can remember.

Great.

You're the one who replaced Danny,
aren't you?

I thought so.

This is just so stupid!
What am I supposed to do now?!

Well, look, this study you're doing,

you said it was all about
making a difference

and experiencing more of life.

Yes?

Well, have you ever
been locked up before?

No.

That's a new experience.

That really doesn't help!
(Blake laughs)

Thank you, Mr MacGuire.
We'll be in touch.

Tony Capuano?
Yeah.

Don't remember giving you
permission to smoke.

This way.

Left!

Bobby was stabbed?

You finished your performance
at 8pm last night.

Guess so.

And packed up your gear.
Yeah.

Except you didn't pack up your gear,
did you?

You left that for other members
of the band.

You went looking for Mr Lee.

Next time anyone saw you

was in the alleyway immediately after
Mr Lee had collapsed.

He hadn't packed up his gear,
so I went to find him.

He was backstage,
drinking all our beer.

Your beer?

It's a condition of playing.

The theatre gets the local pub
to bring in a dozen bottles.

Bobby was knocking them back,
so I told him not to. He left.

'You selfish prick,
I'm so bloody sick of you.'

Did you say this to him?
Did you have an argument?

We formed the band together,
but now it's all about him.

So, you admit that you had
an argument with him?

Yes.
Were blows exchanged?

Yes.

And now he's dead.

You caught up with him
in the alleyway,

took advantage of the confusion,
and you stabbed him!

Then you got rid of the knife!

Is this how it went?
No!

Then what happened?!
I told you!

Did anyone else fight
with Mr Lee last night?

You play piano, is that right?

Like Johnny Johnson,
heavy emphasis on the rhythm.

But you've never heard of him,
have you?

No.

No, but speaking of rhythm, I used
to play drums in a number of groups.

Where?
Berlin, mostly, in the early '30s.

This is nothing like that.

I bet you two have never heard
of Gunther Hanson either.

Who's that?

Bobby Lee before he got famous.

JEAN: I brought you some food.
It's outside with the officers.

Apparently
they have to check it first.

This is just so ridiculous.

What was Lucien thinking, letting
Matthew lock you up like this?

Well, it wasn't his choice.
Have you met the new constable?

No. I haven't had the pleasure.

Thank you so much for coming, Jean.

This is really quite horrible.

(Laughs)
What?

You, of all people, Mattie,
elbowing a police officer.

I've got to go. I'll ask once again
when they expect to release you.

Thank you.

How's your family, Tony?

Can't complain, Mrs Beazley.

Good to hear.

Tony, is it?

Are your family visiting?

(Camera clicks)

Excuse me.

Excuse me!

Hey! Stop! Police!

You were here last night,
weren't you?

Maybe.

Yes. Bet you got some terrific
photographs.

Yeah, yeah, I did.

Do you think I could see
some of those photographs?

Uh, I don't have them here.

Really?

You couldn't show me
some of those photographs?

I thought you were the police.

Not really, I'm just a doctor.

Constable.

Mr Bowen.

We're gonna have to keep the body
in your cellar for two more days.

The superintendent
thought you should know.

Yeah, well,
I appreciate the heads-up.

Can I get you a drink?

Thanks, but I'm on duty.

Uh, Peggy, lemonade for the officer,
please.

Oh, thanks.

Look, the patrons
think it's hilarious,

but it's upsetting for the children,
particularly my girl.

Yeah, I appreciate
it hasn't been easy, Mr Bowen.

Thank you.

You can head back upstairs now,
love.

So, you had any luck yet?

We're just trying to work out
where it happened.

We do that, we can get
a fair idea who did it.

Gentlemen.

Charlie. I saw your car outside.

Been having a look
around the alleyway.

Oh, I've already searched it.
The knife wasn't there.

No, but I did pick these up.

Whisky, thanks, Gerry.

You can see the sequence of events.

I still think
we need to talk to this one.

MATTHEW: Hmm. Howard McArthur.

He's in the right place.
God-botherer.

This one.

No. He's on the wrong side
to have stabbed him.

Maybe not.
Albert Walker's left-handed.

Oh, speak of the devil. Mr Walker.

What?

Found this in his car.

Dad gave me that.
Took it from a dead German...

Shut up.

You take him upstairs.

See if you can get a match on that.

Listen, before I get too carried
away, what about Mattie?

Well, she'll be alright.

Ned.
Mmm?

If I give you a name, would you mind
terribly making a few calls for me?

Oh, sure, Doc.
Good man!

Erm, and tell Lawson
I've gone to the pub.

That's not the bloody knife.

(Thud!)

It's alright.

It's alright, I'm with the police.

Oh, my! Are those for Bobby?

Yes.
Oh, goodness, they're beautiful.

Well, I think he would
have loved them very much.

Really?
Oh, yes.

Were you at the show last night?

Dad wouldn't let me.
Ah!

GERRY: Peggy!

Please don't tell him I was here.

I won't.
Peggy!

Thank you.

MAN: I left as soon
as you lot arrived,

and went on the town with my mates.

I was hanging around outside
the Regent until you arrived.

Come on...
(Knocking at door)

Lawson, a word?

CHARLIE: Sit tight, Walker,
we're not done yet!

What?

I asked Ned to make some calls.

Howard McArthur, the preacher?

Yes, priors for affray, possession...

And grievous bodily harm,
apparently with a knife.

So?

Well, look, here's Walker's knife.

Double-edged blade...
Ah!

And it had me convinced there
for a moment,

but then I went back to the body
and the bruising gave it away.

Now, look, you see the hilt?

This section's broken.

Bruising darkens over time.

Now, I couldn't be certain
on autopsy,

but it's very clear now the knife...

Could you put that away?
I'm sorry, Matthew.

The knife that killed Bobby Lee,
its hilt was intact.

This is not that knife.

Now, what's your mate in there say?

Oh, that he didn't do it
and all policemen are dickheads.

When did this happen with McArthur?

Er, 20 years ago.

Here's the thing -

Mr McArthur has a revival meeting
at the Royal Theatre tonight.

Now, do you want me to pop down,
have a word?

No. Leave him to us,
we'll bring him in tomorrow.

Well, I can certainly...
Tomorrow! Got it?

Yes, yes, of course.

So, these mates of yours, Walker,
who are they?

Brothers and sisters, I stand
before you today as a testament

to the transformative love and power
of our Lord Jesus Christ!

CONGREGATION: Amen!

Because I was that lost boy.

Yes, I was that prodigal son.
(Coins jangle)

And yes, indeed, I was that sinner,

but even as I sinned,
even as I danced with those women,

even as I sat in jail,

our saviour, our God,
never gave up on me.

CONGREGATION: Amen!

Death is the wages of sin!

Death will visit the armies of evil

and death will come to those agents
of the devil!

CONGREGATION: Amen!

Brothers and sisters...

..I beseech you all,
turn back to the arms of the Lord!

CONGREGATION: Amen! Hallelujah!

Praise to Lord Jesus!
Amen!

(Cheering and applause)

Praise be to Jesus!
Praise the Lord!

A little different to Sunday Mass,
isn't it?

I wouldn't know.
No, you wouldn't.

Ah, welcome.
The Lord be with you both.

Thank you, Mr McArthur,
thank you so much.

Is it true you brutally robbed and
stabbed an elderly man in Melbourne?

Yes, it's true.

I don't try to hide it.
It was a dark time in my life.

Let me ask you, Mr McArthur,

do you honestly think we can ever
really change who we are?

What is your name, brother?

Lucien.

Well, Lucien, yes, I do believe we
can change, and I am proof of that.

So, no more knives, then?

As I tell it in my meetings,
I have changed.

I do God's work now.

And is that what you were doing

in the alleyway last night
after the show -

bringing death to the agents
of the devil?

Tell me, what do you make
of this rock'n'roll music?

I believe it leads
our young people into sin.

Devil's music,
is that what you're saying?

So, how would you describe
young Bobby Lee?

Deserving of death, perhaps?

I'm going to go and speak
with my congregation now.

You were right up close to him,
weren't you?

Left side, where he was stabbed.

He was 22 years old,
his only sin singing simple songs,

but that was too much for you,
wasn't it?

Too much for the thug who stabbed
an old man in the street.

Why don't you and your woman
just piss off?

And there he is.

Hasn't changed that much after all.

May the Lord be with you both.

(Sighs) You enjoyed doing that,
didn't you?

(Chuckles)

Do you think that he did it?

At least we know he's capable.

Tony?

What?

I always thought that
being locked up like this

would be a bit of an adventure,
but it's actually quite awful.

I suppose you could write a song
about it.

Do you write your own songs?

Senior Constable. Over here.

Apparently a knife's been found,
a double-edged blade,

and there's some blood on it.

Might actually be the knife
that we've been looking for.

That's great! Where?

In that alleyway
where the bloke was stabbed.

The same alleyway that you said
that you'd searched twice!

Any explanation?

Nothing that comes to mind, sir.

Get back out there, pick it up,
and bring it back!

You can release Miss O'Brien
on your way back too.

Sir.

Bobby just had something.

People looked at him and they
imagined he was their best mate.

Whatever they wanted him to be.

Music... music wasn't any fun
till I met him.

MATTIE: And what was what
it was all about?

Well, I was too shy
to talk to the girls.

But the music,
it meant it didn't matter.

So, I got to make this huge noise,
make people dance.

Bobby just made everything happen.

I don't know what I'm gonna do now.

(Keys jangle)

O'Brien.

On your way.

Are you charging me?

No.

You know, he's just this shy boy.

All he's ever done till now
is learn classical piano.

I don't think he did it.

Why not?
He said he fought with Bobby.

Well, no, he relied on Bobby
to sing his songs, to lead the band.

Why would he kill him?
Go on.

Well, he said he loved
the excitement,

the big emotion of the songs.

I get the feeling that there wasn't
anything else in his life

that was quite like it,

so why would he kill the one person
that made that possible?

This social work thing of yours might
not be a complete disaster after all.

Now, listen, that young girl
you were looking after,

she did disappear for a bit.

She's 16. She's emotional,
but there's no way.

(Clock chimes)
Oh! What time is it?

It's six o'clock and dinner's ready!

Erm, I might pop the television on.

Would you mind terribly if I, erm...
if I had my dinner in here?

You want to eat YOUR dinner
in front of the television?

Yes... please.

(Bell chimes on television)

Oh, it's about to start.

Come on, Jean, join us.

MAN, ON TELEVISION: Come on,
everybody, it's six o'clock!

(Rock'n'roll music
plays on television)

♪ Come on, everybody
It's jive o'clock, uh-huh

♪ Uh-huh

♪ Well, let's stop
and let's drop... ♪

I don't really mind the beat,
but the words are... well!

♪ Well, everybody knows
just what to do, uh-huh, uh-huh

♪ Yeah, tune your set
to Channel 2... ♪

Mattie, would your father
ever eat his dinner

in front of the television?

No, never.

♪ Well, people gather round
from near and far

♪ See their favourite TV star... ♪

(Knocking at door)

JEAN: I'll get it!

Hmm. The preacher and his crucifix.

Oh!
CHARLIE: Is the doctor in?

Senior Constable Davis, isn't it?
Lucien, it's for you!

Very good!

Charlie.

Doctor. Sorry to bother you at home.

No, not at all.
What can I do for you?

I need to talk to you
about that knife.

The one that was found in the alley.

Yeah.

Well, come on in.

Are you sure that's alright?

Well, we'll soon find out, won't we?

Now, Charlie, this is Mrs Beazley.

Yes, we've met already.

And, erm, well, of course
you've already met Mattie.

Charlie, please, take a seat.

I'll leave you to it.

Now, you wanted to talk
about the knife.

Oh, carrying around evidence now,
are we, Senior Constable?

And you don't?

(Laughs) Touche.

Now, let's have a look here.

Well! Double-edged.
The hilt's intact.

And see here, Charlie?
Traces of blood near the hilt.

I could analyse for type,

but certainly it looks like
the murder weapon.

I searched that alley twice.

Well, perhaps you just missed it.

I've conducted searches before
under worse conditions.

The knife wasn't there.

You're absolutely certain?

Yes.

Your previous searches here, Charlie,
what did you find?

(Sighs) Nothing of any bearing.

Blood?

Well, you can check if you like.

It takes a certain amount of time

for the blood to fill the pericardial
sac and crush the heart.

Mr Lee could have remained upright
for 30 seconds, perhaps even longer.

How much longer?

Oh! Up to a minute tops.

Charlie, check your watch for me.

Starting now.

He fell, and already the heart
would have stopped beating.

The piano player was there.

There was the young girl -
Mattie knows her.

The young girl was kissing. In fact,
probably helping to hold him up.

By now, Mr Lee is almost unconscious.

Time?
16 seconds.

Walker and McArthur are behind him.

McArthur has a crucifix,
Walker had the wrong knife,

and Mr Lee is now struggling
to stay upright.

27 seconds.

20 or so people around him.

He's unsteady, trouble focusing,

which is why everyone
thought he was drunk.

34 seconds.

His breathing's becoming
increasingly laboured.

He knows he's in terrible trouble.
His system's already shutting down.

42 seconds.

Mr Lee stumbles out.

Everyone watching thinks he's drunk,
but in fact, he's been stabbed.

53 seconds.

Inside the venue.

55 seconds.
Could he have lasted that long?

It's possible.

The side door was open.

Good work.

We're looking for traces of blood.
One or two drops, probably no more.

Where'd you learn this stuff?

Not in any textbook,
that's for certain.

Charlie.

He was stabbed inside the hall, which
exonerates Walker and McArthur.

But not Tony Capuano.

I don't like it.

He fought with Bobby Lee,
it got violent.

He went inside the venue
and then he followed him out.

We'll have to hold him.

I still don't like it.
Did you check the knife for prints?

(Sighs) Prints were wiped.
But not the blood.

I think someone planted that knife
in the alley.

There's no way Charlie,
of all people, would have missed it!

Why would someone do that?
To put us off the scent.

Mr Walker, we'll be watching you.

Uh, sir.

Do you have any complaints about
your treatment in this station?

Yeah, can I have my knife back?

Any more from you
and I'll be charging you

with possession of an offensive
weapon and breaching the peace!

Now, hop it!

He came by the house last night.

And?

Not one to give up easily, is he?

(Rock'n'roll music plays)

♪ You shake it up so well
then you talk of wedding bells

♪ Come on... ♪

How many more times
are you gonna play that song?

(Radio silences)
Sorry?

I said, 'It's nice to have
some peace and quiet.'

How can you keep listening to that?

He just keeps repeating the same
words over and over again.

That's why it's so easy to remember.

That's one way of looking at it.
What are you trying to work out?

Well, I'm not sure, really.

(Plays piano)

You know, it all starts with a tonic,
to a subdominant,

back to the tonic, dominant,
subdominant, tonic.

Sing along if you like.

I could throw in the relative minor,

which is what they quite often do
with the ballads.

It sounds like this.

I quite like that.

Yes. Have a sing along.
(Plays piano)

♪ Ah-da-da ♪

♪ I don't want to break it... ♪

Maybe a little less vibrato.

Oh, you asked me to sing it!
Mmm.

(Plays piano)

♪ Ba, da, da
♪ I'm afraid I've gotta break it

♪ It was fun for a while

♪ Now I've gotta run wild

♪ Come on, stop hanging on, baby ♪

Now you have to help sing.

♪ Ba, ba, ba, ba

♪ You gave me your kissing

♪ All that love I've been missing
♪ Da, dee, da, dee, dum

♪ You shake it up so well

♪ Now you're talking wedding bells

♪ Come on, stop hanging on, baby. ♪

So much feeling
in such simple words, eh?

Ha! I can see why all those girls
get carried away.

(Knocking at door)
I'll get that.

MAN: Well, where is she?

Well, Miss O'Brien's at work,
Mr Freedman. Is it something I...

If I might just speak to her?!

Jean?
Yes?

Everything alright?

It's about my daughter,
so if you don't mind, I...

(Telephone rings)
Oh, shall I...

Yes, would... You're Shirley's
father, aren't you?

I am, sir.
Is there a problem?

I don't know where she is.

Right. What's happened, exactly?

Lucien! It's the superintendent.

Tell him I'll call him back.
You might want to speak with him.

They've just brought in
a young girl.

Just bear with me.

I love him!

Shirley...
But I do!

Miss Freedman, witnesses say that

you were trying
to get into the Railway Hotel

after you were told
to leave the alleyway.

You're 16.

The publican warned you
to stay away,

as you were creating a disturbance.

Now, do you own all of this?

Yes. Well, I found it
next to the bins outside the pub.

It had been dumped there.

Shirley, what have you got
on your chain there?

Shirley, answer the doctor.

Where'd you get that?
It's not your mother's.

(Cries) We... we held hands,
and then he...

..fell.

And I tried to hold on, but he...

Yes.

You wouldn't have heard of a chap

by the name of Gene Krupa,
I'm guessing.

He's a drummer,

and he makes the sort of music
old people like us listen to.

But I was a drummer too.

One day in London, I saw Mr Krupa
coming out of a club.

What did I do? I followed him.

And as he was getting into a taxi,

he dropped his handkerchief
on the pavement.

And I picked it up and kept it.

In fact,
I probably still have it somewhere.

You just wanted something
that was his.

Now, this song.
I'm guessing you don't like it.

No, I love it. It's their best.

Really?

Well, I had a look
at the record earlier

and that's all scratched out.

Well, I told you,
I found it outside the pub.

Right. One more thing, Shirley.

When Bobby sang,
did it feel as if...

Did it feel
as if he was singing about you?

Yeah.

Yes.

Oh, Peggy.

I hope you don't mind, I'm just
returning your Bobby Lee collection.

These are yours, aren't they?

You were quite a fan, weren't you?

Look - posters
and newspaper cuttings.

You even wrote out
some of the lyrics to his songs.

Why throw it all away?

GERRY: Peggy, where you, love?

Or was it dad? He didn't let you go
to the show, did he?

Bobby's songs,
the words seem fairly simple,

yet they meant the world to you,
didn't they?

Peg!

Hmm? This is from his first release.

'Oh, baby, gee, it feels so right.
Oh, when I hold you tight.'

Fairly innocuous, but look -
you wrote those out.

And here - 'Oh, my pretty darling,
my sweet sixteen.'

How old are you?

How old are you, Peggy?
Peggy! Go upstairs, love.

What are you doing here?

'We're gonna have a baby, baby.
You and me against the world.'

Goodness, it must have come
as quite a shock

to discover
he was breaking up with you.

'It was fun for a while,
but I gotta run wild.

Come on, stop hanging on, baby.'

Is that why you scratched the song
off the record?

Is it?

Is it why you stabbed Bobby Lee?
But that's not your knife, is it?

Dad.

Sorry, love.
After what that bastard did to you!

Charlie!

She said they met the last time
the band came through town on tour.

If only I hadn't let her
go to that show.

I knew she'd been moody, withdrawn.

She'd just get angry with me, really
angry with me for no reason at all.

Just wished to God
her mum had been alive.

When did you first find out?

After she lost the baby,

and I didn't even know
she was pregnant.

MATTIE: That must have been
horrible for you.

Yes.

Yes. When was that?

About a month ago.

And what did your doctor say?

He said to lie down
and rest for a while.

Hmm. What was his name?

I can't remember.

The doctor told her to take it easy,

but I was trying to get her
to help out at the pub,

and then she told me... everything.

Did she ever mention
a Gunther Hanson?

No, she doesn't know
any new Australians.

We know you have a family doctor,

and you visited him
only a fortnight ago, didn't you?

It was a regular check-up,

but you had a few questions that you
were too ashamed to ask your father,

such as how a baby's made

and does it hurt
when men and women make love.

She'd been listening to his records
all the time.

How as I to know
there was more to it?

You took the band's drinks
to the theatre.

It's just around the corner.

Then I saw him.

Singing to all those girls,
and... pointing at them!

Obviously planning
who he was gonna have next.

So, I went back to the bar
and I got my knife,

and I went back - I was just gonna
have it out with him.

You stabbed him backstage and pushed
him out the stage door.

Look, it's not what...

Yes.

So, how come we found the knife
in the alleyway.

Well, you told me that's where you
thought it happened.

I thought putting the knife there
might throw you.

Peggy, your doctor described you

as a lovely girl
with a very active imagination.

LUCIEN: You never, ever met
Bobby Lee, did you, Peggy?

Did you know that Bobby didn't
even write his own songs?

MATTHEW: It was all in her head?

All of it, but she absolutely
believed it.

(Sighs) And he believed her.
Does she realise what she's done?

Well, she certainly does now.

It's not easy raising daughters.

I never went through
anything like that.

I wouldn't know.

Anyway, Mattie's with her,
and Mattie's done a tremendous job.

Mr Capuano, do you have
any complaints

about your treatment
in this station?

No, sir.

I confiscated these off someone
today. Do you smoke this brand?

I do now.

You're free to go.

Any complaints?

Oh, this new protocol
that's all the rage in Melbourne.

You realise it was Davis

who told Bowen we were searching
in the alleyway?

Yes, I saw them talking yesterday.

What are you going to do about it?

Manage him.

(Rock'n'roll music plays)

♪ Oh, come on
Stop hanging on me, baby

♪ You gave me all you kissing
All the love I'm missing

♪ You shake it up so well
Now you're talking wedding bells

♪ Come on ♪

Come on, baby!

♪ Well, come on

♪ Stop hanging on me, baby

♪ Well, come on

♪ Stop hanging on me, baby

♪ You shake it up so well
Now you're talking wedding bells

♪ Come on

♪ You shake it up so well
Now you're talking wedding bells

♪ Come on ♪

One more time!

♪ You shake it up so well
Stop hanging on! ♪

Thank you very much!

Do you think it could be
booby-trapped?

It's possible.

Seems our man's been trying hard
to keep his identity hidden.

Is this one of your blokes?

Panetti!

Hey!

Charlie, Charlie,
don't touch your face,

don't put your hands anywhere
near your mouth.

He's thrown pesticide at you.
What's the active ingredient?

Cyanide.