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(Camera clicks)

(Indistinct chatter)

Can I have your attention, please?

We're fortunate to be living
in a time of great progress,

but all too often, advancement comes
at the expense of our heritage.

My brother and I believe the past
is something to be cherished,

Ballarat's past captured forever
for future generations.

I'm delighted to announce Council has
approved the site for development.

You used me!

You bloody Fosters are all the same.

Join us for a drink.
Yeah, I don't want a drink!

Can someone show Mr Young out?

She used me, and you all know it!

This is your fault,
isn't it, Foster?

I'm not finished with you.
Get your hands off me!

Ladies and gentlemen,
Mr Young's personal issues

have nothing to do with
this glorious development.

So please join me in celebrating
something that is truly historic.

I give you the Foster family's
legacy - Goldrush Park.

(Applause)

♪ Theme music

Fluids - that's what you need.
You're dehydrated.

Do spirits count?

Only if they're top-shelf.
Always.

Well, nearly always.

Now, any existing conditions
or injuries I need to know about?

No, nothing exciting,
except this old war wound back here.

And where were you serving?

North Africa, 6th Division.

I was in Singapore.

Oh. You would have seen some action,
then.

We both did, by the looks of things.

Yes, well, my wife used to say that
I got shot running the wrong way.

Is that right? She sounds like
a woman of good humour.

She was.
She died nearly two years ago.

I am sorry. Well, part of the reason
for the move here.

Fresh start and all.
Quite.

Do you, um, have any family
or friends in Ballarat?

Not a soul. Not yet, anyway.

There are worse places
for a fresh start.

Now, what is it you do, Mr Carlyle?

Oh, please - call me Frank.
Frank. What is it you do, Frank?

(Knock on door)

Oh, sorry, Lucien.
That was the police station.

You're wanted at the swimming baths.
Right. Thank you, Jean.

Jean, Mr Frank Carlyle.
Just moved to the area.

Mr Carlyle.
Pleased to meet you, Jean.

Well, we best get going.

Where?
Oh, the swimming baths.

I'm not sure I follow you, Frank.

Well, the truth is,
I'm your new chief superintendent.

Reg Foster.
Yeah. Who's your friend?

Your new boss.
It's Bill Hobart, isn't it?

Frank.
Frank Carlyle?

Yes. Whatever you've heard, it's
a lie, unless it's complimentary.

And you must be...
Simmons, sir.

I fell in, trying to get him out.

So, what have we got?

Ah, Reg Foster's a widower,
big into property.

He's on the front page of the paper
this morning.

Found about two hours ago
by younger brother Noel.

We only got him out to...
Yeah, yeah - to identify him.

It's fine. You did the right thing.

So... where's his brother?

We swam together most mornings.

Was Reg a strong swimmer?

But it helped with his spine.

He had an injury
from when we were young.

It's my fault.

Why would you say that, Noel?

We meet every morning at 6am,
and I was ten minutes late.

I... I could have saved him.

Noel...

...are these Reg's clothes?
Yes.

Right.

We'll need to take them to the morgue
with the body.

His watch stopped.

Right.

'To my sons.'

There's a lot of water in his lungs.

Mm.

Anything else?
The spinal injury.

Yes, but anything else?

Evidence of testicular atrophy.

Duly noted. And what else?

I give up.

His swimming trunks are on
inside out.

Perhaps he dressed in the dark.

There's no external
cranial injuries. I already checked.

Very good. Alice, would you mind
passing me the magnifying glass?

Hands are full.

Right you are.

Now...

...several tufts of hair missing,

and what appears to be dried blood
around the follicles.

Could have happened
when they dragged him out.

True.

Bill Hobart can be
somewhat enthusiastic.

What?

This water's not chlorinated.

So our man didn't drown
at the baths?

He was killed somewhere else
and moved post-mortem.

Alice is testing the diatoms
as we speak.

Diatoms being?
A microorganism present in water.

In theory, it's possible
to confirm the drowning site

by finding a match
with the water in his lungs.

But only in theory?

We'd need...

We'd need samples
from every body of water, every tap,

every damn puddle in Ballarat.

Well, best we requisition
some bottles, then.

Yes. I'll start at the baths -
test the sinks and...

No, no, no.
You're far more valuable with me.

Get one of these blokes
to do the legwork.

Constable Simmons -
you have an affinity for water.

Dr Blake here has a job for you.

We, on the other hand,
will start here -

the last place Reg was seen alive.

Norma, how long have you been
Mr Foster's secretary?

Three years.

He was a gentleman.

I don't know why
anyone would hurt him.

Very organised.
Certainly loved a right angle.

He said that's how he made
his fortune - routine and order.

Were you at the presentation
last night?

No. I'd gone home.

So you weren't there
for Reg's big announcement?

I wasn't feeling well.

If you'll excuse me.

That reminds me - we'll need
a water sample from the bathroom.

How's he financing this
Goldrush Park?

The Fosters are, um,
independently wealthy.

Ah. Get a copy of the will,
see who stands to benefit, then.

There's something not right here,
Frank.

Don't mind me.
Rose Anderson, The Courier.

Chief Superintendent Carlyle.

I'm just taking a few snaps
for Reg Foster's obituary.

How did you hear about all this?

Welcome to Ballarat.

No photographs.

I heard he drowned
in the swimming baths.

Is there more to the story?
There is, isn't there?

Miss Anderson, did you
take this photograph last night?

Valerie Foster called up first thing

to complain about
being cut out of picture.

Reg's wife?
Sister.

I'll need a copy of
all your photographs, if I may,

thank you, Miss Anderson.
Why?

What are you investigating?
Is this a homicide?

I'll need you to leave now,
Miss Anderson. I will do you a deal.

Give me a statement, and I'll tell
you who made a kerfuffle last night.

I'll do YOU a deal -
you tell me everything you know,

and I won't arrest you for
obstructing a police investigation.

Ah, Mr Young?

Yes.

Quick word?

Um, yes. Indeed. Just through here.

Come in.

Look, we just wanted to have a quick
chat about the death of Reg Foster.

OK. Um...

I couldn't hurt anyone - look at me.

Reg Foster was physically impaired.

It wouldn't take much
to do some harm.

And you did threaten him last night
in front of a roomful of people.

First of all, I was angry.

And-And maybe a little plastered.

Why don't you tell us
what he did to you, Lionel?

Valerie Foster and I were together,
at least we tried to be.

Reg was possessive.

He wanted his sister to stay
a spinster, at his beck and call.

He insisted that she ended it.

And he thought I wasn't worthy.

Right. And she did what he wanted?

Go on.

The Fosters were planning
the Goldrush Park development,

and they wanted someone
from the Council onside.

Valerie asked me
to push the approval through -

said that if I did it,
we would win Reg over.

But it didn't work?

As soon as the park was approved,
she ditched me again.

I know Reg was behind it.

They used me.

I fell for it.

Lionel, where's your nearest sink?

You certainly have a way with people.

I have never seen a suspect
offer up his house keys before.

I'll drop you at the morgue so you
can have someone test that sample.

That sink big enough to drown in,
though?

Well, it only takes
a few inches of water.

Oh, while I'm at Lionel's place,

I might send Bill Hobart round
to the Foster house.

He can question Valerie.
I wouldn't mind joining him.

I've heard this is the way you
like to work, which is fine by me.

You keep getting results, I'll keep
letting you do what you want.

(Rings bell)

Doc? Can we get a move on?

Right you are, Bill.

Oh! Bloody hell.

Murder?

It appears your brother didn't
drown at the pool, Miss Foster.

Yes. Whoever committed the crime
wanted it to look like an accident.

Valerie,
perhaps you should have a seat.

No, I'm fine. Thank you.

Are you sure about this?

Is it just you and your brother
who live here, Miss Foster?

What about your younger brother Noel?

Noel has his own house.

I was only staying here temporarily
when I returned from America.

Reg insisted I stay. He got lonely.

Right.

When did you last see Reg?

In his office, after the party.
I stayed to help him clean up.

He couldn't rest until the place
was completely spotless.

Was there anyone else with you?

Did you return home together?
Yes.

And did you notice anyone
following you at any stage

or anyone loitering
outside the office?

No.

And what time did you arrive
back here?

Around 9:00, 9:30.

Reg stayed up to do some reading.
I went straight to bed.

When I woke up this morning,
I received the phone call from Noel.

Reg's bed wasn't even slept in.

Valerie, would you mind terribly
if I had a look around?

No.

Thank you.

What are you doing?

What happened here?

The bath has started leaking.

What a nuisance.

Bill, look here.

Just like his office.

That's why it felt so wrong.

Do you recall how Reg's clothes
were left at the pool?

They were just shoved in the locker.
Yes.

But here, just like his office,

everything is stored and arranged
neatly, impeccably.

So either the killer didn't know Reg
very well, which is doubtful,

or they were in a panic
and not thinking.

Valerie...

...I couldn't help but notice that,
uh... snow globe in the living room.

It's a boule a neige.

Yes.

Statue of Liberty. Is it yours?

Yes, actually. It's a souvenir. I
lived in New York for several years.

Ah.

Wonderful city, New York.

What brought you back to Ballarat?

The weather.

I'll go have a look
at the other rooms, shall I?

One of yours?

Unlike some,
I don't believe in decorating myself

to impress the opposite sex.

(Sniffs)

Perfume.

Quite strong.

Mm. Sometimes I think
the woman bathes in it.

And what woman might that be?

I told Reg to stay away from her.
She's nothing but a gold-digger.

But she'd flutter her eyelashes, and
he'd be enchanted all over again.

What woman?

She's a vicious,
bitter old spinster.

She's jealous of me.

She's jealous of anyone
who draws attention from her.

Why didn't you tell us
about the relationship before?

Because it was private.
That's how Reg wanted it.

Reg cared more about his
public image than he did about me.

Did that make you angry?

It made me disappointed.

Why weren't you at the party
last night?

I've already told your boss.
I was ill!

And did you see Mr Foster
after that?

No.

Did you part on good terms?

Yes. I...

You're lying. What are you hiding?

Nothing!

You're looking flushed, Norma.
Why don't you sit down for a minute?

Take a couple of good breaths, eh?

How long have you been
feeling unwell?

It's the shock. I'll be fine.

Really?

It's not the shock, though, is it?

Nausea, flushes, slippery pulse?

Old Chinese-medicine technique
for diagnosing pregnancy.

How far gone are you, Norma?

A few months.

Reg Foster's the father, isn't he?

I told him just before the party.

And how did he react?

He just went quiet,
and then he told Valerie.

She accused me
of trying to trap him into marriage,

said he'd never marry
the likes of me.

I tried to talk to him,
but she wouldn't let me near him.

She just sent me home.

Don't go anywhere.

We might need to speak to you again.

A woman scorned.
Bit of a cliche, isn't it?

Norma Emerson is ambitious
and opportunistic.

I wouldn't rule her out just yet.

And I've requested Reg's
medical records from his GP.

There's something I want to check
before we speak with Norma again.

We didn't find anything
incriminating

at Lionel Young's place,
but I managed to get you this.

Excellent.
I'll get that tested first thing.

Ah, Ned.

Here we go, Doc. Got these two.

Oh, Ned. Well done. I've left a few
more at the charge counter as well.

Have them all sent to the morgue
for me, would you?

Ah - and there's this,
from the front of the Foster house.

I hope you didn't waste a good drop.

Which reminds me - having a bit of
a lock-in with the boys.

First day on the job and all that.

You'll be joining us?
Yes.

Yes, I, um...

I'll just phone home first.
Right. Check with the boss.

Oh, and, um, tell Charlie Davis
to show his face.

Ned tells me that he lives with you.

I know he's on sick leave,
but I would like to meet him.

Right you are.

♪ ROCK'N'ROLL

To teamwork, and to solving
this Reg Foster business quickly.

Cheers.
Hear, hear.

So, Davis?

Ah, yes. He's in Melbourne,
visiting his mother.

I think being stuck in a house
on sick leave

has been driving him slightly mad.

That's alright.
There's always next time.

So the wife was OK with you
staying out past your bedtime, then?

Jean's not my wife.

She's... Well, let's just say she...

...she's a great support to me.

I miss that.

Miranda and I were together
nearly 20 years.

Met as teenagers.

Took me a long time
to get my act together.

My one regret was
not marrying her sooner.

Right.

Excuse me, Frank.

Noel?

Mind if I join you?

Tough day, eh?

Do you have anyone
who can help you through this?

Reg and I supported each other
through everything.

He was five when I was born.

My earliest memory is Reg,
always there,

looking after me, protecting me.

What about your sister Valerie?

Mm, Valerie.

Are you close to her?

Valerie's always been independent.

Ah.

She resented us, I suppose,
how close we were.

Reg and I would spend
entire summers together

in the parklands,
out past Wendouree,

building forts,
playing soldiers and miners,

panning for gold.

We never found any.

Is that where the inspiration
came from for Goldrush Park?

We just wanted to capture
those golden days, that magic -

unspoiled parkland, adventure,
history, education.

It would have made
a wonderful legacy.

No reason why it still can't happen.

No. It's tainted now.

I must get going soon. I have to
make arrangements for the funeral.

I am sorry, Noel.
(Sighs)

Have you got the time?

Yes.

I think it's time for one last round.

JEAN: Are you sure about this?

I think so. Yes.

It's all very sudden, Mattie.

Well, you know that
I love living here, Jean,

but it's a job offer
and it's an amazing opportunity

and I have to take it.

And to do that...
You have to leave Ballarat.

Oh, it's wonderful news, Mattie.
Are you happy?

I'm a little scared.
(Both laugh)

And I want you to know that
I'm really happy for you and Lucien.

I don't know
what you're talking about.

Why? You deserve this. You both do.

What did Lucien say
when you told him the big news?

You haven't told him.

I don't know.

I don't want to disappoint him.
He'll be fine, Mattie. Trust me.

Ah! Bacon and eggs?

I expect you need a hearty breakfast
after last night.

I wasn't home that late, was I?

It was after midnight when someone
fell over the wheelbarrow

and woke me up.

I'm sure that wasn't me. And then
dropped their keys in the hallway.

That may have been me.
(Laughs)

Oh, Jean.
You make it all sound so seedy.

Last night
was a simple ceremonial gathering

of the Ballarat Police Force
and associated parties.

Oh, and Charlie just rang,
by the way.

He's on a train now.

Apparently,
your new Chief Superintendent's

given him the go-ahead
to go back to work.

I see. Well, he should be fine,
as long as he's confined to his desk.

Good luck telling that to Charlie.
Yes.

Eat.

Now, when did you get back
from Melbourne?

Ah, last night. I've been spending
some more time there.

So I've heard.

As long as you don't spend
too much time away.

The place feels very empty
without you.

Ah!

These!

These will be perfect.

Jean's making jam.
She's going to need those.

And she'll get them back,
if I don't break them first.

We need to examine the diatoms
in all these samples,

see if we can find a match
with the water in Reg's lungs.

I can think of nothing better to do
with my day.

I've started with the ones
from his house and office.

They're the most likely.

Reg Foster's
medical records arrived.

They're on my desk.
(Phone rings)

Right.
And his brother Noel's requested

the body be released for burial.

Fine by me.

You'll have to check with
the new Chief Superintendent.

Dr Harvey.

Speak of the devil.

Miss Foster reported a break-in this
morning - various personal effects

are missing, presumed stolen,
from Reg's bedroom.

I told you she was after our money.
That's all she cared about.

I presume you're talking about
Norma Emerson.

Of course it's her.
Who else would it be?

I want her punished,
and Reg's possessions recovered.

Senior Sergeant Hobart?

Would you mind
escorting Miss Foster downstairs?

I don't need an escort.

What was taken?

Antique fob watch, their deceased
father's diamond cufflinks,

several gold tiepins.

How did they get in?
There's no sign of forced entry.

Valerie says she heard an intruder.

She believes that Norma Emerson
was given a key by Reg

so she could pay him
the occasional late-night visit.

Right. I see.

Well, we know she needs the money,
what with the child on the way,

and she did have it in for Valerie.

Yes. I'll talk to her.

Hobart can check the jewellery
in pawn shops,

see if anything turns up.

Frank?

I'd be happy to go on ahead
to the jewellers', if you like.

My, um... my watch needs repairing.

Yes. I'm afraid I managed to get some
water in the mechanism yesterday,

and of course, it stopped.

I'll take a look.

As long as nothing rusted,
you should be fine.

Ah. Thank you, Sam.

There was something else. Um...

...I'd like to have the size
of this ring adjusted

to match this one.

Oh. This is beautiful workmanship.

Yes. It's very precious to me.

I'll take extra care of it.

Much appreciated.

Sam, tell me, do you purchase
second-hand jewellery, by any chance?

If it's good quality.

Have you bought anything
in the last, say, 24 hours?

I'll check the logbook.

Thank you so much.

Norma Emerson hasn't shown up
to work this morning.

Ah.
And she's not at home either.

You checked the pawn shop?

Nothing. Any luck here?

He's just checking now.

Sam won't be a moment.

SAM: Now, let me see...

Oi!
Bloody hell!

Stick with him, Bill!

Stop! Police!
(Car engine running)

Get off me, you bloody mongrel!
(Turns off car engine)

What a surprise.

Ah - fob watch, cufflinks, tiepins.

Reg's, I'd say.

What's your name?
None of your bloody business.

Next time, I'll put you through
the window. What's your name?

Murray Butcher.
He's a local labourer.

We've seen him before for assault,
disturbing the peace and vandalism.

Right. What's his relationship
with Norma Emerson?

We're not sure, sir.

Well, I think I might be able
to shed some light on that.

What do you have there?
Reg Foster's medical history.

Confirms my suspicions.
Chief Superintendent.

I came as soon as I could.
Miss Foster. Yes, thank you.

Just wondering if you wouldn't mind
taking a look at these.

That's Reg's property.

It was her, wasn't it -
the gold-digger secretary?

We have Norma Emerson
and an associate in custody.

They'll be questioned shortly.

A man by the name of Murray Butcher.
You heard of him?

Bill,
would you check on Miss Emerson?

Make sure she's got some tea
and biscuits.

I thought this was a police station,
not a hotel.

Miss Emerson's pregnant.

So she claims.
Have you actually checked?

She's liable to be
making the whole thing up.

If the Doc says she's pregnant,
I'll take his word for it.

She's claiming the baby's Reg's,

but you and I both know that's
not possible, don't we, Valerie?

Testicular atrophy,
a side effect of mumps,

something Reg contracted
when he was a child.

He was infertile.

FRANK: I won't ask you again,
Murray. Sit down.

I'm not talking
till I know Norma's OK. Alright?

Last chance.

CHARLIE: Did you have a grudge
against Mr Foster,

is that why you stole from him?

Miss Emerson, if you don't speak up,
you'll be charged.

I didn't hurt Reg.

Well,
why should we take your word for it?

You've already lied
about your baby's father.

Yes.

Reg Foster couldn't have children.

Murray Butcher is the father
of your baby, isn't he?

Norma's obviously important to you.

I promise you that
she'll be well looked after.

In fact, we've even got a doctor
with her right now.

So, you can do me a favour -

tell me why you were trying to sell
Mr Foster's stolen jewellery.

Norma deserved it.

Compensation.
Right.

For what?
Putting up with a boss like that.

He wouldn't leave her alone, mate.
Kept trying it on.

Hm.

As if she'd be interested
in someone like him.

You wanted
to get your hands on his money.

It wasn't just money, though, was it?

You wanted respect, being on
Reg Foster's arm. Goodness me.

That would have given you the status
you've longed for.

That cow Valerie was right
all along.

He was never serious about me.

I was just a trinket.

He'd never share his life with me.

The pregnancy was your last-ditch
attempt to change that, wasn't it?

I'd have given him
the best years of his life.

Yeah, that's right -
that's her perfume on Reg's pillow.

You see, Norma told Reg
that your baby was his.

Why would she do that?

She wanted more than
you could offer, clearly.

But do you really think
she's worth your loyalty?

Was the break-in her idea or yours?

Did you go in together?

I kept lookout
while she went upstairs.

And you were skipping town today,
was that the plan?

She wanted us to start a new life,
together.

So you had no idea
about her relationship with Reg?

She called him a dirty old man.
We used to laugh about him.

What, why? Is she laughing at me too?

She's a piece of work.
Yes.

Do we have water samples
from their houses?

Yeah. Ned's collecting one
from Butcher's place right now.

Good.
Is she in there?

Norma, Norma!

Easy!
Alright.

(Grunts)

Cuffs.

You alright?

Yeah.

If we find a match with the water,
I'll let you know.

Also,
if you're holding Norma overnight,

let's at least
make her comfortable, eh?

Good afternoon.
Ah, Miss Anderson.

Photographs.

Wonderful. Let's have a look, eh?

You certainly have quite the eye.

So can I have a statement?

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

I really do enjoy your horoscopes.

Why so evasive, Superintendent?

Well,
you may be Matthew Lawson's niece,

but you're still
a very junior reporter.

Why are you so interested in
this case?

What are you implying?
Nothing. I'm just curious.

It might turn some heads
at the paper, help me prove myself.

I'll give you a statement,
exclusively.

Really?
Yes.

Once the case is closed, not before.

And thank you for these.

Now, this was the last one?
From Lake Wendouree.

And you're quite sure
none of them are a match?

See for yourself!
I've checked them twice.

(Knock at door)
Yes?

Dr Blake?
Ned. Come in.

This is from Murray Butcher's place.

Ah, thank you.

Now, this is from the house of a
suspect we currently have in custody.

Let's keep our bloody fingers
crossed, shall we?

Thank you, Alice.

Now, with a bit of luck...

No. They're not a match.

Lucien?
Mm?

My engagement ring...
What about it?

Well, I was clearing out
my jewellery box, and it's vanished.

Oh, the old one.

I've only got one,
and I can't find it.

I'm sure it'll turn up.

Oh. That's a lot of help.

Oh. What's going to happen
to their park development now?

I'm not sure.

Jean, these photographs,
do you notice anything unusual?

No. Do you?

Yes, something. I just can't quite
put my finger on it.

Be a shame
if the park falls through.

Sounded like Reg was doing something
really worthwhile.

The park...

Be nice to have something new
to do on the weekends.

Jean, this photo here...
Yes, this one.

Now, this creek,
this little stream -

does it already exist?

No, not the way they show it here.
Oh.

Well, there was a stream
at the back of the plot. Yes?

I used to pick blackberries there
when I was a girl.

Well, maybe they're planning on
redirecting it.

You are a gem.

Oh, Mattie! I didn't see you there.

Lucien,
I needed to talk to you about...

I am so sorry.
I'm right in the middle of something.

Of course.

What kept you?

I checked the ordnance survey map.
What about you?

I spoke to Jean.

So, will you do the honours
or shall I?

So, what's that thing telling us?

Well, this...

Here - have a look.

This slide is the water sample
we just took from the stream.

Right.
Now, bear with me one second.

This one is the water we found in
Reg's lungs. Have a look at that.

Well, they look the same to me.

Exactly.

Reg Foster was drowned
in that stream.

Which was Council land.

(Bell tolls)

You had motive,
you threatened the victim,

plus you have a professional
connection to the murder site.

Lionel, look at me.

Start telling me what you know, now.

I'll be ruined.

You're a sensitive man.
I can see that.

Whatever's happened
is obviously taking its toll.

Don't you want to get that
off your chest?

Lionel?
Alright, alright.

After I left the Fosters' offices
that night,

I got a phone call from Reg.

He said he had money for me
if I stopped causing trouble.

So he offered you a bribe?

He wanted to pay me
to stop hassling Valerie

and to keep my mouth shut

about pushing the Council approval
through.

What did you say?

I told him to up the offer.

Did he?

He told me to meet him
at the development site.

So you went?
Yeah, just after ten.

Got out of my car, I walked over...

...and I took the money.

I've never taken a bribe before,
I swear.

Please don't tell the Council.
I didn't even spend the money.

I didn't know what to do with it.
I was just angry.

Lionel...

...are you saying Reg Foster
was alive the last time you saw him?

Yes. I got in my car
and I saw them leave.

Them?

You lied to us.
You did see Reg after the party.

What happened with Lionel
was a private business transaction

that had no bearing on
your investigation.

Well, that transaction puts you
with Reg near the site of the murder

and confirms you were probably
the last person to see him alive.

I have nothing else to hide.

Tell us about the councilman,
Lionel.

(Clears throat)

It suited my purposes
to make him think we were involved.

So it was your idea
to pay off Lionel?

Everything was my idea.

Did I get the credit for it? No.
Mm.

You're talking about
the park development.

Reg had no vision.

He would have been happy
with a rotunda.

I gave it scale and ambition.

There's a theme park in California.

That's where the inspiration
came from, not from Reg.

He stood up at that party,
taking all the glory.

Barely even mentioned me.

It was all about the brothers.
It was always about the brothers.

You struck gold.

Yes, I think I have.

The only reason I exist is because
my father wanted a second son.

I was only ever a disappointment.

If you resented your brothers,
why would you come back and help?

I didn't come back to help.

Charlie, Reg Foster's secretary -
is she still in custody?

Yeah. She's being charged
this morning.

I need her office keys.

What for?
A theory.

Alright, let's hear it, then.

Ah, Frank. The Foster house
and offices - thoroughly searched?

Yes, of course they were. Why?

Look here.
I found that in the stream.

It matches the lettering
on the Goldrush Park model,

except the model's intact.

How is that possible?

In my opinion,
there's a second model.

So where is it?

Reg Foster's car - where is it?

It's out the back. We impounded it
since we found it at the pool.

Miss Foster, tell us -
why is there a second diorama?

That's the development
as I envisaged it.

Open spaces and history lectures?
Families today need escapism.

They want to forget their troubles
and have fun.

What did Reg think about that?

When I showed him how successful
amusement parks were in America,

he agreed,
he was completely on board.

Then why sell this version
to the press and the public?

We knew we'd meet with resistance.

We wanted to start work before
we publicly announced the revisions.

And who knew about this plan?

Just us.

The Foster family?

No - Reg and me.

Well, why wasn't Noel involved?

Reg wanted to tell him,
but I insisted we wait.

Noel's no visionary.

He wanted the park to reflect the
way things used to be 40 years ago.

All he ever wants to do
is live in the past.

The funeral's tomorrow.

Just wanted to be with him.

One last night together,
like the old days.

They mean everything to you,
don't they, those golden days?

There's no harm in sentimentality.

There is when it ends like this.

What time is it, Noel?

I'm not sure.

You asked me that very question
in the pub that night,

which was odd, because you own
a watch identical to Reg's.

For someone so attached to the past,

it seems strange
you're no longer wearing it.

Your watch stopped too, didn't it?

And you were going to bury
both watches with your brother.

I don't know what you mean.

Ah, Noel.

You can bury the evidence,
it won't relieve the guilt.

He told you the truth about the park,
didn't he?

He... he telephoned me.

He said, uh...

He said he wanted to meet me
down by the stream.

He had something to show me.

The second diorama.

He said he felt guilty.

He insisted it was Valerie's idea,
but he wanted it.

He agreed with her.

I tried to talk sense into him but
he just wouldn't change his mind.

And we fought, and I lashed out.

The best years of our lives,
razed to the ground for what?

For this cheap, gaudy funfair,
for more money?

How could that be our legacy?

The tree was the final straw,
wasn't it?

40 years of memories,
and he was going to knock it down

like it was nothing.

Next thing I knew,
I was holding his head under water.

I was angry. I was just so angry,

and I wanted to shake some sense
into him.

Then he stopped moving.

So you took him to the pool.

You changed him.

You put him in the water.

You left some fresh clothes
from his car in the locker,

but you didn't fold them
like Reg would have.

I walked all the way back
to the park to collect the car.

I can barely even remember doing it.

Part of me hoped that
it was just a bad dream,

that he wouldn't be there,
and then...

...I saw him...

...and realised what I'd done
to my own brother.

You'll have to come with us now,
Mr Foster.

Jean!

They're mine, Lucien.

It was never really
the right moment, and now I'm going.

You're leaving Ballarat?

For work, for an amazing job.

Well, that's wonderful news, Mattie!

And of course,
Melbourne's only a train ride away.

Well, actually... it's in London.

I have a placement at St Bart's.

You always spoke so highly of it,

and I've always dreamt
of working there.

Right.

Well, they're very lucky to have you.

I don't want to go.

I never thought
I would leave this place.

We have to follow our hearts,
don't we?

I'm going to miss you, you know.

We're ever so proud of you.

We'll always be proud of you, Mattie.

Come here.

Ah...

Alright, then. Off you go.

JEAN: Lucien!

Dinner's on the table.

Ah! Lovely. Thank you, Jean.

Do you think she'll be alright?
Yes. Yes, she'll be fine. She's...

She's got a big heart
and even bigger dreams.

I wonder who
she picked that up from.

Oh - I found that ring.

It was on the floor,
near the dresser.

Oh.

That IS a relief.

Check the pubs, the boarding houses,
any vacant blocks...

Hey!

Captions by CSI Australia