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♪ Theme music

Elizabeth, come on.

Oh, don't forget your lunch.

Oh, good luck. Here. Give me a kiss.

Bye, Mum!

(Hums)

Mummy!

Mummy?

♪ Theme music

CHARLIE: So, you found Elizabeth
in the kitchen?

WOMAN: Ah, yes. Yes, I did.
I was terrified!

To think that this could happen
in my neighbourhood!

Right.
Mrs Gilmore, you were telling me...

I was in my backyard and...

Mrs Gilmore, you were telling me
about Elizabeth's mother, Mrs...

Oh. Judith. Yes, Mrs Chapman.

Her husband's Laurie Chapman.

I presume he's at work,
at the moment,

although he hardly
needs to work anymore.

Laurie Chapman who won the...?
(Phone rings)

Excuse me for a minute.

Chapman house. Sergeant Davis.

(Whispers) Listen up
if you want to see her alive.

Who is this?
I said listen.

Judith's been kidnapped.

She's gonna be chopped up
unless I get 50,000 quid.

Is Mrs Chapman alright? I need...
Shut up!

I'll call at three o'clock
with instructions.

Hold on, please! Three o'clock?
(Hangs up)

Hello?

It's beautiful, Jean.

Just wondering, though...
Mmm?

This little chap here,
do you think he needs repotting?

Hmm... You're getting
quite good at this.

Well, I've learnt from the best.
Is that right?

Yes.

And the name of this one is...?

Well, of course, yes, that would be
the, um... well, that's your

typical, garden variety,

velvety-petalled, spotted...

...hydrangea thing.

I think you should
stick to medicine.

Maybe I should.

(Phone rings)
I'll get that.

No, no, no. You've got
your hands full. I'll, um...

FRANK: Blake!

Judith Chapman,
wife of Laurie Chapman.

THE Laurie Chapman.
The lottery winner?

Very same.

We're trying to locate
the next of kin.

Right.

£50,000, that's...
that's a lot of money.

Mmm. And this bloke wants all of it.

Not enough here to suggest
he's dead, I would've thought.

No, there's no
arterial spray pattern.

This suggests more of
a superficial wound.

But this is odd, Frank.

The blood here,

it's lying in intact
or complete drops.

In other words,
the blood has landed on the knife.

You mean after the knife
was already on the floor?

Exactly, yes. We'll get it Dr Harvey
after you've checked for prints.

Everything still in place
for three o'clock?

Yes, sir -
I've spoken to the exchange

and I'll be there
when the kidnapper calls.

OK, good. Good work.

Elizabeth, in the kitchen,
you didn't cut yourself

on any of those broken plates,
did you?

No? That's good.

I tell you what,
you're being very, very brave

and I get the feeling
you might be very, very clever too.

Wouldn't you say, Frank?
Oh, I think she's very clever.

Yes, so I need you to do something
for us. I need you to think.

Have there been any other unusual
telephone calls?

No? And Mummy hasn't had
any arguments,

perhaps at the shops or...
or at your school?

No, sir.

No.

And apart from in the kitchen, have
you seen or noticed anything unusual,

anything at all?

Mrs Gilmore usually
shouts at me over the fence

but today she came in.

She said she was coming to complain
about a stick banging on her fence.

Oh. Well, I'm sure your father
will be here very, very soon.

I just want my mum.

G'day, fellas.
Chief Superintendent Carlyle.

This is Dr Blake.
We're looking for Laurie Chapman.

Either of you know where he is?
He's not in his office?

Then, no, sorry.
Did he come in today?

He must've gone out.

We'll get him to call the station.
Kick her in the guts, mate.

Sure.
Hang on, hang on.

I'm not done with you two yet.

Laurie's a good bloke.
Leave him alone.

Right! Back here!

Names. Now.

Weston. Cliff Weston.

Tom O'Reilly.

What time did Laurie leave?

Laurie's not in any trouble.
This is an urgent family matter.

Now, do either of you know him well?
I went to school with him.

And we all played footy with him
and we worked with him.

He used to be a mechanic
here with us.

Right. Do you know his wife, Judith?

No? Do you have any idea
where he might be?

This really is an emergency.

You could try the Bendigo office.

Wasn't that hard, now, was it?

Grew up on Grimstead Street.
Wrong side of the tracks.

Champion footy player.
Played VFL. Retired due to injury.

Did his knee.
Tough as nails, Laurie Chapman.

Yes, that's great. Have we had
the pleasure of his company before?

No, sir, not even as a kid.
Moved to this address a year ago.

What about the neighbour?
Has she been any more help?

Not really, even after Davis
told her he was a sergeant,

not just a constable.

Lucien, we may need
your bedside manner on this.

Of course.
What do we know about her family?

Charlie's tracking down her mother,
Irene Henderson.

And the knife?

We compared the prints to
samples from the house.

All Mrs Chapman's.

(Phone rings)

Hello? Ballarat Police.

No-one's talking, no prints
and, thanks to this bloody rag,

no shortage of suspects.

Hmm. Lucky Laurie.

'Ballarat's own Laurie Chapman
from...'

Oh, for the love of God.
They printed his address!

Anyone in Ballarat could've done it!
Anyone in the state.

The Bendigo office called.

Laurie Chapman didn't go to the
meeting today, he called in sick.

Circulate his rego and details.

A message for you, Doc.
Thank you, Ned.

Wonderful.

A knife? Normally at least
I get a body to work with.

Well, let's be thankful
there isn't a body this time.

I completed the blood
agglutination test, as you asked.

It's type O.
Right. Which is very common.

However, Judith it type B.

It might be the kidnapper's blood.
Perhaps. Maybe she stabbed at them.

I found something else on the blade.

Intracellular protein structure
is, what...

Is cooked?!

Well, then it can't be...
Human.

Hopefully not.

Oh, the bloody ham.
You sure there's no other tissue?

Nothing that's not cooked.

Well, Judith definitely drew blood,
so we're looking for someone with...

Scratches, a cut lip.

Yes. But who?

(Footsteps approach)

Mrs Gilmore, how do you do?
Oh!

Allow me to introduce myself.
Dr Lucien Blake, Police Surgeon.

Oh, how lovely to meet you, Doctor.
Oh, the pleasure is all mine.

Er, Sergeant Davis has been telling
me what a wonderful help you've been.

Oh! I do what I can!
Yes. Of course.

Such unpleasant business
for this lovely area.

Well, unpleasant but... Yes.
Yes.

Not what you'd be used to
around here.

Oh, not in the past, no.
No.

Tell me, how long have
the Chapmans been here?

Well, the Chapmans are not really
of this neighbourhood.

Really?

Yes, I mean, Mrs Chapman
is somewhat common

and her husband's
an ex-football player.

Yes. Fair to say you don't really
like the Chapmans?

Oh, no, I... Oh! No.
I wouldn't say that.

But they're trouble.
They attract a different type.

Look, just last week,
Mrs Chapman was arguing out here

with a very rough-looking fellow.

Brownish hair, unshaven?

Do you recall seeing anyone else,

anyone loitering in the street
causing trouble?

No.
(Door closes)

(Sighs)

Different type, like I said.

The apple doesn't fall very far
from the tree.

Give me a hug, sweetie!
Don't you worry, Bethy, darl!

Granny's here and you'll be alright.

Mrs Henderson, we are actually
waiting on another call, so...

BILL: Got everything you need, love?
My books.

Books. Here we are.

They're Mummy's.

Oh. Anything else, Bethy, dear?
My toothbrush.

Mum calls me Elizabeth.

Oh. I'll get that.
It'll be in the kitchen.

Don't touch anything in there.

We keep our toothbrushes
in the bathroom.

In the bathroom?

Ah. Here we are.

Now, which one's yours?
This one.

I thought so.

Judith has Addison's disease.

Now, I'm no endocrinologist but
I do know a thing or two about it.

The adrenal glands don't function,
there's a deficiency of cortisol

so she needs regular doses
of steroids.

Otherwise?
Otherwise she'll die.

How long?

Well, without her medication,
a day, maybe two.

There's a steady decline, low blood
pressure, vomiting, convulsions,

coma and death.

Alright. You take the call.
Me?

Well, Addison's disease,

you know what you're talking about
far better than me.

Also, the exchange
is gonna trace the call,

as long as we don't hang up
at this end.

They'll trace the lines back
to his phone

regardless of whether
he hangs up or not

but I need you to keep him talking
as long as possible.

That way the...
(Phone rings)

This is Dr Lucien Blake.
I'm with the police.

(Whispers) I want £50,000
in two brown paper bags.

Yes, but you need to know Judith has
a condition called Addison's disease.

What?
Without her medication, she'll die.

Now, please, just describe
her current condition for me.

She's fine. Now, look...
Please listen.

You need to get her some prednisone.
That's prednisone.

Look, just ask her.
She'll tell you what she needs.

Look, I tell YOU what to do, right?
Yes, yes, I understand.

You really do need to get her some
prednisone from a chemist or a...

I'm not doing that!

If you don't do what I say, I'll
tie her down so she gets chopped up!

Now, you listen to me.

If she dies, there is no money.
Do you understand that?

Now, you get the prednisone.
I'm not stupid!

Get the money!
Alright, now, look...

Hello? You there?

Davis just radioed from the
exchange. It's a local phone box.

Alright, go. Go.

Very odd. He didn't say where
to leave the money.

(Siren wails)

(Brakes screech)

Oh...

(Sighs)

He really has no idea
what he's doing.

Total amateur.
Which makes him even more dangerous.

Judith! Who are you?

What do you mean 'missing'? I should
be out looking. You should be...

We've got our best men out there
searching as we speak.

The best thing you can do now
is answer a few questions.

Oh, our daughter, Elizabeth!
Where's my daughter?

She's currently staying
with her grandmother.

Right. Tell us where you were
between 8:00am and 3:00 today.

I was at work.

Well, no, you weren't.You see,
we've already been down the depot.

(Laughs) No, well, I was working,
just not at the depot.

I had a meeting in... in Bendigo.

Right. Was this the meeting
that you called in sick for?

W-Well...

You care to try again?

Mr Chapman, please,
just tell us where you were.

Then we can concentrate on other
leads and find your wife. Yes?

I-I was with Dulcie.

Dulcie have a second name?
Young. Dulcie Young.

She's a conductress.
We went to Hepburn for a picnic.

I see.

So you were having an affair and
planning to run off with the money?

No, I'm not running anywhere. OK?

I don't even have the money.
Really?

That's to advertise the lottery, OK?
This doesn't make any sense.

You know what doesn't make sense?

You just happen to work

directly opposite the phone booth
where the ransom call was made.

You care to explain that?

I-I-I...

I think it's best youaccompany
the Sr Sergeant down the station.

What about Jude?
Don't worry.

We'll keep someone here
just in case there is a call.

We've only had the phone two days.

Mr Weston?
Yeah?

Cliff.

Cliff, we're looking for Dulcie.
Over there.

Dulcie Young?
That's my name. Don't wear it out.

Chief Superintendent Carlyle.
This is Dr Blake.

We're investigating
the kidnapping of Judith Chapman.

What, you mean Laurie...
er, Mr Chapman's wife?

Do you know Judith?

Um, no. I've never met her.

Where were you today
between 8:00am and 3:00?

Not here. I was rostered on
for the evening shift.

So where were you?

Look, I really don't have time
but we can do this down the station.

No, no. I... I can't. I'm...

Dulcie, we're not here to judge you
or embarrass you.

We're only interested in
finding Judith, alright?

Now, you need to tell us the truth.

I suppose he told you?

Well, I suppose he had to.

I was with Mr Chapman.Laurie.

We've slept together.

We're in love.
Right.

Do you happen to have
his home telephone number?

Um, no, but it's written on
his board in the office.

Look, everybody likes Laurie.

Laurie never sack anyone,
report them or complain?

No. The only person he complained
about was his mother-in-law.

All considered, Bethy's OK.

Feeling cooped up, but I thought
it best to keep he indoors.

The kids around here
are a bit tougher.

Mrs Henderson, tell me, do you have
Laurie and Judith's phone number?

Yeah, I've... I've got it
written down. Somewhere.

Have you given that out to anyone
or ever used it yourself?

No.

We don't have a phone
and I prefer to pop around.

Right. Since you've been back
in town, you mean?

Tell me, was that before or after
they won the lottery?

Are you suggesting
I kidnapped my own daughter?

Oh, of course not, Mrs Henderson.
Just trying to ascertain the facts.

I'd better be getting Bethy
something to eat.

Good afternoon.

Mrs Henderson, if I may, did you
and Judith have any disagreements?

Oh, what's he been saying now?

Well, we'd very much like to hear
your side of things. It's only fair.

Jude and I had a tiff
every now and then,

just like every mother and daughter.

I'm happy
she's risen up in the world,

but you can't forget
where you're from.

I think it's time
to get the press involved.

You think that's a good idea?
A public appeal could work.

We need all eyes and ears on this.
Alright. I'll meet you there.

Hey!

PATRICK: Unfortunately,
I think it'll be

totally out of the question.

Oh, Frank.
No, no. Look, we're done here.

I wanted a public appeal
but the answer is no,

so if you'll excuse me,
I have a missing woman to find.

Tomorrow's layout's almost finished.
Of course we'll help.

Edward, I was just explaining
late changes cost us a fortune...

As editor, I'm fully aware of
the costs involvedin the process.

The press have a wider social role!
But our compositors...

I imagine the Melbourne papers
are hammering on your door.

Very loudly. We're hoping to find
her by tonight but just in case...

You need a contingency plan.
Of course. Yes.

Maybe a front page appeal will
give the locals the inside running.

He didn't even ask for a front page!
Come with me, brief me.

Edward, perhaps you could mention
her illness. She needs prednisone.

I can spell that for you...
Rose, get the details off Blake.

Frank, there was a potential suspect
outside Irene's after you left.

Six-foot, stubble, brownish hair.
Right. I'll get Charlie onto that.

Edward has lifted profits. He knows
how to follow up a good story.

Yes, by doing things like printing
the lottery winner's address!

Oh, for God's sake, Blake.

The lottery gives ordinary people
something to aim for, Doctor.

What ordinary people aim for
and what they can get

are quite often two very,
very different things.

This is all about greed.

Everyone in their place.
Social order.

You sound very conservative today,
Doctor.

(Sighs) Do I?

Not all change is good,
Miss Anderson.

Now, scribble this down for me.
Prednisone...

(Phone rings)
Simmons.

Yes. Alright, Mrs Thornton.

We will keep that in mind.
Thank you very much.

What the hell's going on here?

This morning's edition
has ignited a lot of interest.

Mainly people saying
how terrible it is.

Someone claimed it was the Soviets.
No real leads, as yet.

It says here, 'The Courier
is offering a reward of £100

to the first reader with information

leading to
the rescue of Mrs Chapman.'

Not really what we had in mind.

We'll be organising
a vigilante group next.

What's going on with
the search parties?

We're finished at the depot
and at the house.

We'll start a sweep of Perry Park,
all those caravans next, and then...

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

I want to know if anyone's
asking for prednisone.

And also this, um, chap the doctor
was pursuing at Irene's house.

I saw him outside the Chapman house
yesterday morning.

He fits the description

of someone Mrs Gilmore described
arguing with Judith -

six foot tall, unshaven,
brownish hair.

What happened with Mrs Gilmore?

Yes, she has the phone number
but she's never used it,

never gave it to anyone.

Right.
Alright, everyone, listen up.

Time is running out for Mrs Chapman,
so let's keep pushing.

We can't just sit back and wait for
this kidnaper to call back.

Understood?
(All agree)

Alright.

Laurie Chapman - what about him?

Well, apparently he was
pacing his cell all last night.

Is he still free to go?

Let me check something first.

So, according to
the Lottery Commissioner,

under the rules,
a prize is paid after 30 days.

The paper said they'd received
the money and there's a photograph.

Just to promote the next draw.
Mr Chapman was happy to play along.

So he was telling the truth?
Yes, well, about that, anyway.

Mr Chapman, as part of
the release process,

I have to make sure you haven't
sustained any injuries,

no cuts or abrasions.

No. Have you seen Elizabeth?

Yes. She's coping as well
as can be expected.

You're going to pick her up?

The best thing I can do now
is go find her mother.

Of course. Mr Chapman?

I'm going to have to have a look
at your medical records -

just check your blood type.

I have nothing else to hide.
Call Dr Spencer. I'll let him know.

Lucien, is that you?

Sorry, Jean.
I'm just passing through.

You didn't come home last night.

No. Um...

I'm sorry, Jean, honestly.
I should've called you.

It's this kidnapping business.
Yes, I know. I've seen the paper.

The poor little girl?
Yes.

'The victim's 10-year-old daughter

was rescued from the scene by
an observant neighbour.'

Marjorie Gilmore.
'Observant'? Certainly.

Not exactly caring.

She was Margie Jones
when I knew her.

She married the owner of the factory
where she used to work.

I'd heard that she'd taken on
some airs and graces.

What were you looking for?
Prednisone.

I thought you might need this.

Oh! I don't know
what I'd do without you.

Neither do I but you'd be doing it
wearing yesterday's shirt.

The kidnapper threatened
to chop her up.

Where does the Courier
get that kind of detail?

Chief Superintendent Carlyle
thinks the press need incentives.

He actually said, 'Tie her down
so she can get chopped up.'

'Tie her down'...
Now, why would he say it like that?

The phone box.

We've got a phone.

(Man whispers) If you don't
do what I say, I'll tie her down

so she gets chopped up.

(Muffled cries)

(Cries)

(Groans)

(Grunts)

Are you sure you're OK?
Oh, I'm fine. No concussion.

Hobart says the old bloke's name
was Bluey. Homeless.

Always hanging around here
watching the trains.

This time he saw something
he shouldn't have.

You sure I can't get
Dr Harvey for you?

Frank, I'm fine. Thank you, though.

Looks like he may have heard
some of what you said.

Would that have helped?

Painkillers. Useless, I'm afraid.

Boss? They found nothing in
the yards - no witnesses, no tracks.

We'll have to expand the search.
They can't have just disappeared.

Is it true that
you missed Mrs Chapman?

It's not the time, Miss Anderson.
Not the time.

(Grunts)
Lucien?

Everything alright?

Jean. Been a very interesting
morning.

Poor chap.

He was homeless, innocent.

Uninvolved.

If I'd just...
Oh, I nearly had her, Jean.

I-I-I very nearly had her.

You're doing the best that you can.

(Grunts)

Cause of death - asphyxiation.
Airway's been compressed.

There's damage to the larynxand the
hyoid bone might've been fractured.

Strangulation?
Yes.

The marks are quite diffuse.
No lines or cuts.

He was probably...

...strangled by hand.

We'll know for certain in the
morning, once the bruising's up.

Yes.

What did you see, Bluey? Hmm?

A woman tied up you tried to help.

He came and he had to kill you.

But the hunger for air
would've caused you to struggle.

Anything under the fingernails?
Plenty of dirtbut no blood.

I'm still examining his clothes.
They're very worn and dirty.

There's no...

The last thing those gloves
would've grasped

would've been the killer himself.

What are they?

Oh, little diamonds and little clubs,

like... like what you'd see
in a deck of playing cards.

Lucky symbols.

Not for Bluey.

BILL: Davis says he's walked the
gardens, Victoria Park, the lookout.

Still nothing.
Alright.

Tell him to move to the highway.
Check every shed, every humpy.

Mrs Beasley! Um, the doctor
is still on his way.

I know.
I thought you might all be hungry.

Very thoughtful of you.
Has anyone called?

No, not the, um,
call we were hoping for.

Oh. Poor woman.
Kept me awake, thinking about it.

Did Mr Chapman
buy the lottery ticket himself?

Um, as far as I know, yes.

It's just that,
when I bought my ticket,

I noticed most of the customers
were women.

The ladies were all
talking about it.

But it's probably nothing.

It's actually a very good question.

Bill, get on to the Lottery
Commissioner and ask him.

Ah! Lucien, what do you have for me?

Not much, I'm afraid.
We do have something.

We found these in Bluey's gloves.

He would've been
clinging to his killer,

clawing at his clothes and look.

Some of these are diamond-shaped,
some club-shaped.

I have absolutely no idea
what they are.

What's he saying, Bill?

Mrs Chapman bought the winning
ticket. It's in her name.

Hang on. That's not
what the press said.

Not what Laurie said either.
Right.

Well, these little buggers
are driving me mad.

I think I know what they are.

Those are chads.
From bus tickets. Why?

They were found at the building
where Judith was being held.

Dulcie's very sweet on you.

I mean, you're her manager,
ex-footy champ, everyone's hero.

I'll go so far as to say
she idolises you.

Dulcie didn't do this.
These are all over the buses.

Dulcie says that you slept with her,
that you're having an affair.

You're in love!
That's not true.

Who bought the bloody
lottery ticket, Laurie?

Alright, it was Judith.
Judith bought the ticket.

She doesn't like the spotlight.

So the cheque's in her name?
You two have a joint account?

Yes. Why?

With her out of the way, you bank
the cheque, run off with Dulcie.

But I told you,
Jude doesn't have the money yet.

No, but she found out about Dulcie,
so you had to act now.

There's nothing to find out.
I'm not sleeping with Dulcie.

Why would she say you were?

Because I changed my mind.
We argued.

It was a long drive back to
Ballarat, believe me.

Right. So just the two of you?
No-one else saw you?

Yeah.

His alibi rests with Miss Young.

Neither of them can agree
on what happened.

Yes, and if his blood matches
what we found at the crime scene,

well, we may well have our man.

You're an idiot, Rod!
Shut up, woman!

Hey, hey! Enough! Enough!

We were at the chemist.
We saw him running out of the bank.

Tried to pass a cheque
as Laurie Chapman.

Name's Rod Brunel.
He met her outside.

Mr Brunel, let me take a look
at that nose of yours.

Does it bleed often?
No, it doesn't.

And it wouldn't have bled now
except he... Hey!

Alright. Just...
Just give me a minute.

There we are.
(Groans)

Nothing's broken.
Alright.

You and I, let's have a little chat,
Mr Brunel.

Bill, could you get Dr Harvey
to test his blood type?

Also, Mr Chapman's medical records
may have come in.

Now, if either of them
are not type O,

might be able to eliminate someone.

OK, Doc.
Thank you.

(Knocks on door)

Miss Henderson?

Irene?

Is anybody here?

Hello.

So, you're Elizabeth?

Rose.

Where's Grandma?

She went out.
To lunch?

Early this morning,
before breakfast.

She went looking for her friend.

Have you got a bag? Good.

Better go grab it. I'm going to
take you somewhere safe.

Is that alright with you?

I didn't know the cheque was forged.
Irene said Jude gave it to her.

Well, I don't blame you for trying.
Really, I don't.

I mean, your girlfriend
drags you all the way to Ballarat

on the promise of a big pay day

and Jude turns around and says,
'Pfft! No'.

I mean, that would make
my blood boil.

I didn't touch Jude.

And yet you ran off
yesterday afternoon.

So, this morning, you go out.

Now, you either were off
forging a cheque

or you were strangling a man
to death

and moving Judith to a new location.

Which one was it?
What?

I swear, I-I don't even know
where Jude is.

Irene says, 'Here's the cheque.

Jude's given it to me.
Let's go and cash it.'

Yeah.
And you believed her?

Why? Ah! Because they're
mother and daughter.

Exactly. They're family.

Even though you argued with Judith
over money

on her doorstep only last week!

I suppose the old biddy next door
told you.

I bet she didn't mention that
she got me to hock her silverware.

Too proud for the local pawnshop.
Wanted me to fence it in Melbourne.

You certainly have
a way with the ladies, Rod.

You were with Irene a while back.

Suddenly, you reappear
after her daughter wins the lottery.

Fancy that, Frank.

But when it stopped looking like
it might pay dividends,

you went to Judith directly.

And when that didn't work,
you kidnapped her.

It was tearing Irene up,
arguing with Jude.

I went around to explain -
and yeah, OK, to ask her for money.

Jude, she didn't even want to know,
and then she disappeared.

It wasn't me!

Rod bungled passing a cheque.

(Scoffs) You really think
he could pull of a kidnapping?

And all this happened
whilst Judith is still missing.

You think I'm not worried sick
about my daughter?

Well, you have a funny way
of showing it.

Irene, did you know Rod had been
to see Judith about the money?

Afterwards.

Yeah.

Shouldn't have done it.
But he shouldn't have had to.

Not that it's Jude's fault either.
She wanted to help you?

Then she changed her mind.
She said it was all tied up.

That was Laurie talking.

I'll charge Rod for the cheque.
I've got nothing much on Irene.

Mrs Gilmore does have money troubles
but really, she's hardly likely.

As for Laurie...
Ah, sir?

Dr Harvey tested the blood.
Rod Brunel is type O.

Ah! Same as the blood we found
in the kitchen.

Yes. However, she's received Laurie
Chapman's medical records as well.

He's type O also.

Ah, um, excuse us?
Look who I found all on her own.

We stopped for an ice-cream.

The police will
take care of you now.

The Doctor is very nice,
the Chief Super is nice

and Sergeant Davis, well,
he's a bit of an odd duck

but he's alright too.

Jean? Jean!

Lucien!
I've saved some lunch for you.

How lovely. Is there enough for two?

Well, of course there is.

Not very hungry?

No, but that was lovely.

Thank you, Mrs Blake.

You're very welcome.
You've got lovely manners.

And I'm Mrs Beasley.
The Doctor and I aren't married.

Why not?

Well...

...we used to be married
to other people

and now we live together so that
I can help him with his work.

Do you love him?

(Knock at door)

I'll get it!

I think perhaps we should
clean up these dishes

and go into the garden.

What do you think?
OK.

Lucien.
Frank.

How's young Elizabeth?
Fine. She's just having lunch.

Very good.

Um...

The press...

Fact of life these days,
but also a double-edged sword.

Look...

...Melbourne is getting very
restless.

They want me to charge
someone today.

Melbourne!

This is all about
sweeping everything aside

before that second lottery draw.

Everything points to
Laurie Chapman -

the chads, the phone box,
the derelict building -

they all say 'bus depot'.

A lot of people work there.
He's the right blood type.

A very common blood type.
He knew the phone number.

Yes, but we can't definitively prove
who knew it and who didn't.

Lucien, his alibi is full of holes -

unaccounted for
when those calls came in

and then there were no calls
when he was locked up.

No calls after he was released.

He lied to police
and he has the most to gain.

This kidnapping turns to a murder,
he inherits all the money himself

and for his mistress.

I'm gonna have to charge him.

Frank, if we charge the wrong person
and Judith, in fact, does die,

it will be a disaster!

You think I don't know that?

Superintendent.
Mrs Beasley.

Ooh!

There's a random magic wand!
Ah!

It can make the grass turn into...

What about that little treasure?

She'll become a ward of the state,
or perhaps go to Irene.

Lucien, do we have any new evidence,
any information whatsoever

that can point us to our man?

Not yet.

Where's Elizabeth?!
Well, I don't have her.

I know you've got her!
Oh! Oh!

I told you! Why would I be
looking after your granddaughter?!

Oh! Bloody snob!

You know, I knew you
when you were as common as muck!

Oh! Your own daughter doesn't want
anything to do with you!

Ladies, please!

Oh, Doctor!
She was trying to get into my home.

She has got my Elizabeth!
She doesn't, Irene.

I promise you,
Elizabeth's perfectly fine.

But Judith is still missing

and here you are fighting like
naughty children!

Now, Irene, please!

(Huffs)

Thank you so much, Doctor.

Please, feel free to use my phone
to call the police.

Oh, I'm sure that won't be necessary.

Mrs Henderson's just worried
about her family.

Oh, well, if you don't call
the police, I will.

It's people who get above
their station

that cause the trouble in the world!

I see.

And of course you speak with some
authority, given your background.

I thought you, of all people,
might understand.

I don't need people in the area
to remind me of where I came from.

Mrs Gi...

Marjorie...

I know things are...
difficult for you at the moment.

But quite honestly,
it's the Rod Brunels of this world

who aren't to be trusted,
not people like the Chapmans.

And do you know what?
If they make it through this,

they're going to need
a good neighbour.

And perhaps you will too.

Am I under arrest?

No.

Well, are you gonna arrest her?

You know she doesn't have
anything to do with it.

Yeah, I know.

I just... I had to take it out
on someone.

And I can understand that.

She's right, you know.

Jude doesn't want much
to do with me.

Oh, I'm sure that isn't true.

I spent years taking her to doctors
and somehow she pulled through

and... and now, she's...
she's made a new life for herself,

better than I ever did.

I'm proud of her.

And I know...

(Sighs) I know I don't fit in.

But without her, I...

...I'll be left behind.

And no-one wants to be left behind.

Irene, I need to make a phone call.

Funny thing, jealousy, isn't it?

Dulcie?

You can't really envy someone

without being close to them somehow,
can you?

I mean, we know
you were envious of Judith

and we know you were with Laurie
when the kidnapper first called.

What are you saying?

You told anyone who'd listen
about the two of you

but you never actually
slept with him, did you?

No.
No.

You lied because he rejected you.
I didn't kidnap Judith...

Now, rejection,
that's an interesting thing.

I think Laurie...

I think Laurie
left someone behind too,

long before you arrived on the scene.

Cliff has known Laurie since school.

What's he on about?

How's your nose?
I thought you had a cold.

When we first saw you, you had to
check that it wasn't bleeding,

like it did when you snatched Judith
and she slammed her head into it.

I got no reason to hurt Mrs Chapman.

No. No.

But what about Laurie?

Hmm?

You played football with him
before he hit the big-time.

You worked with him, side by side,

but he was the one who got promoted.

I mean, for heaven's sake,
you've known him all your life

and yet...

...he never introduced you to Judith.

And the lottery? Well...

...that was the last straw.

Cliff?
(Scoffs)

I dunno what he's talking about.

You thought he was your mate.

He just...

...left you behind.

Judith. Where is she?

S...

Fell out of the sky for bloody
Laurie. That's...

Why did he have it all?
We make our own luck in life.

You listen to me. Where is she?

Oh!

Come on! Come on!
(Grunts)

(Sobs)

(Handcuffs lock)

Cliff, we already have you
for the murder of Bluey Watson.

Self defence! He attacked me!

And now you've as good as admitted
the kidnapping, you stupid bugger.

I'm not stupid!

No. No, you're not.

You're not stupid.

You made a clean getaway,
left no clues.

It was a very, very clever plan.

All you had to do was tell us
where to leave the money

and we'd have exchanged it
for Judith gladly -

as long as she was alive.

Is that why you won't tell us
where she is?

No. No!

'Cause you bloody killed her.
Isn't that right?

I didn't murder anyone!

She got sick. I tried to help her!
I did! Look, she got pains.

I gave her a powder.

Then she started vomiting
and shaking and...

Then she just faded away.

I never meant for that,
I never meant for that!

Hang on, what you're describing is a
thing we call an 'Addisonian crisis',

where a patient slips into
a type of coma.

She might still be alive.

I didn't kill her?

She was in pain, convulsing
and then nothing, yes?

She wasn't moving.

Cliff, are you even certain
she's dead?

You might still be able to save her.
Now, don't you want that?

Don't let her die now.

(Sirens wail)

Doc! Here!

Frank, we've got a pulse.
Call for an ambulance now!

You were right, Lucien.

The truth is,
I had an unfair advantage.

Yes? And what was that?

I know what it's like
to lose a family.

Thank you, Doctor.
You are very welcome, Elizabeth.

Would you say thank you
to Mrs Blake too?

Ah, well, the thing with Jean...

Of course I will.

A few details and a comment.

(Mutters quietly)

What, this is it?
Yes.

The perpetrator, all the details,
an exclusive statement.

But where's the photo?
The happy family reunited?

Carlyle didn't let me in the room
but this...

I'm selling the sizzle,
not just the steak here, Rose.

If you're not up to the job...
I am. Trust me. I am.

Type these up, please.

You, come with me.

It was lovely to see
that little girl smiling again.

And Judith Chapman?

Doing well, thankfully.

I'd say she can expect to make
a full recovery.

Oh, thank goodness
you got to her in time.

Well, we were lucky.

And that little girl still has
her family tonight because of you.

Jean, would you mind, um...

Would you mind, um, just waiting
here, just... just for a moment?

Alright.

Right.

(Footsteps approach)

Jean, would you mind standing
for me, please?

Actually, do you know what?
Let's... Let's have a seat.

Jean, this was my mother's ring.
(Gasps)Lucien!

And I would very much...
(Knock at door)

Oh! That's probably Charlie.

Hold that. I'll be right back.

(Clears throat)

Perfect timing, Charlie.

Lucien? Who is it?

My wife.

WOMAN: It's horse racing.
Everyone's questionable.

Lucien?
Not now, Jean.

Tell her it's a safe track
for a dangerous sport, Doctor.

Did you know something was going on?
Is that why you dragged me down here?

What do we do?
It's obvious, isn't it?