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(Bell tolls)

I'll see you later.

Mrs Blake?

Cec. Have you seen Lucien?

No, ma'am.
Do you want me to call him for you?

No. No. Thank you. Good evening.

Hello!

Anyone still here?

(Bell tolls)

Hello?

Who's up there?
(Bell tolls)

(Grunts and strains)

(Shrieks)

♪ Theme music

(Siren blares)

Charlie.

Found this in the deceased's pocket.

'I can no longer live
with this secret.'

Rod Drury.
Hm.

You knew him, didn't you, Doc?

Not personally, but...

Dear, oh, dear.

Oh, Rod.

No-one's moved the body?
Well, not as far as we know.

You're quite sure, Charlie?

Yeah. Why?

Any witnesses? Other firies perhaps?
No.

They were all at a fire
in Brown Hill.

He must've known they were on a call.

That way there'd be no-one here
to stop him.

Yes, perhaps.

Oh, who's this?

What the hell happened?

Charlie?
It's Rod Drury.

Looks like he jumped.

Bloody hell!
It's alright, mate, come on.

Come on.

I'm the station officer,
Mick Lancaster.

Oh, yes, of course. Dr Lucien Blake.

I am sorry. Police surgeon.
This is Sergeant Charlie Davis.

Mr Lancaster, would you like me to
take a look at those hands of yours?

No. No, thanks, I'll be fine, Doc.

Alright.

Should we ring the bell?

Yeah. Yeah, if you could, Theo.
Thanks.

Charlie, that chap going off to ring
the bell, he looks familiar to me.

Who is that?

Theodore Rowe, a local tailor.
He made a suit for me last year.

Right.

Lads, if you would?

Uh, before you take him away,
do you mind...

Of course, by all means.
(Bell tolls)

Black residue under the nails
on the left hand.

Yes.
What is that all over the fingers?

Ink perhaps.

Maybe newsprint.
Mm.

You know...

...on the right hand
there are six little marks

evenly spaced in sort of
a circular pattern,

acquired recently by the looks of it.

Something he fell against?
Yeah, possibly.

Whatever it was,
it's punctured the skin.

There's bruising there
of the left wrist.

Triangular in shape.

Fractured, eh?
Re-fractured.

It was weak already.
He probably did it in the fall.

His medical records. (Sighs)

The wrist was broken
three months ago in an accident.

Ah.

He's got fractures in both ankles,
compression spinal fractures...

...and a ring fracture
at the base of the skull.

What exactly were you expecting
to find?

Oh, Alice, it could be nothing,
but...

...his feet were quite near
the building,

his head toward the street,
of course.

If he'd jumped, you'd expect
he would have landed

further away from the building,

and certainly wouldn't you expect
to find him face-down?

Mm. That's interesting.
Mm.

And tell me, what's that?

Ah... symbol of the fire service,
given to him out of respect.

Can I help you?

Cec.

Thank you for calling, sir.

Uh, ma'am, please, no, don't.
Don't cover him.

Rod's... he's my brother.

I'm sorry.

This is Kathleen, Rod's wife.

Yes, of course.

Oh, please, no!

What's this here?

Oh, yes. His hands.

The black is...

Well, at this point, we're not
entirely sure what it is.

Rod gave me a bottle of whiskey
last night at the club.

The box was filthy.

We thought it might be from...
when he wrote the note.

No.
Tell them he would never do that.

She's right, sir.

My little brother,
he wouldn't kill himself.

I don't care what the note says.

Thanks for doing this. We just need
another look, Dale.

I wasn't able to see much last night.

Please, allow me.

Thank you.

Did you want me to come up with you?

Why don't we leave the police
to do their job?

It's Dale, isn't it?

Yes, sir. Dale Hardy.

Yes, of course.
Your father was a patient of mine.

This must all be
a dreadful shock for you.

Yeah.

Rod does all the deliveries
for Dad's bakery.

Well, my bakery now since Dad passed.

Rod's been helping me out.

I see.

And tell me, anyone else
been up the tower since last night?

No.

Bill... sorry, Sergeant Hobart,
locked it all up last night.

Right. Thank you both.

Alright, Charlie?
Yep.

(Whistles) Hell of a view.

I'll say.

So, Charlie,
there's a call out to a fire.

Someone rings the bell,
volunteers arrive,

they climb aboard the truck and in
this case, head out to Brown Hill.

Mm-hmm.

Rod arrives late.

Maybe.
Mm.

Why does he come up here?

Well... to end it all.

Humour me, Charlie.
It would've been quite dark, yes?

Doc! What are you doing?
It's alright, Charlie.

Now, he would have been
standing here.

No, that's not right.
Hang on a minute.

Careful!

There! There, Charlie.

(Grunts and strains)

He was definitely facing this way.
He was trying to hold on.

He fell and caught himself
with one hand,

but he wouldn't have been able
to hold on for very long.

And I think someone was applying
pressure to his wrist,

perhaps even striking it repeatedly.

(Shrieks)

Which would explain the bruising,
yes? Yes.

Yes, that sounds right.
Doc. Just take it easy.

Charlie, look here. See here!

Yeah, I can see that.

Based on what we can see here,

these were not the actions of a man
trying to kill himself.

No.
But yours definitely are, Doc.

Charlie, I was... Oh!

Doc!
(Grunts)

I got you!

(Strains)

(Strains)
Got you.

Thank you, Charlie.

Charlie, look.

There was definitely someone else
on that ledge with Rod.

We found a second partial handprint
under the railing.

Looks like the same stains
as Rod's prints.Yes.

Right. Anything else from
the examination of the body?

There was some kind of black residue
under Rod's fingernails.

Dr Harvey should have
the forensic results back shortly.

Well, this definitely wasn't suicide.

Somebody planted that note.

Bill's been filling me in
on Rod Drury.

Quite a colourful character.

Now, we have confirmed
this is Rod's writing,

but take a look at this edge here.

Yes. It's been cut. Very...
Very neatly, by the looks.

Mm. So, someone went to
a fair bit of trouble here.

Make sure all of this
is going into the report.

Yes, sir.

Bill, just hold on one moment,
would you?

It's not finished...
I do apologise.

Frank?

I'd say that note was written
on carbon-backed paper.

Do you think there might be a copy?

Rod ran a delivery business.

Let's check all his receipt books
and ledgers.

Find out all his movements
in the last couple of days.

What about me, boss?

Me and the boys were going over
to Rod's place.

I'll keep an eye out
for what's there.

But I reckon most of the
delivery books are in his van.

Oh, well done, Charlie.

Ah, alcohol for the Colonists' Club.
Mm.

And a bread delivery
for Dale's bakery,

done yesterday by the looks of it.

No receipt books.
I'll check up the front.

And I'll check those boxes
up the back there.

(Strains) Thank you, Charlie.

Looks like someone else has been
searching for a copy of the letter

as well.

Ah! I think I've got something.

Yes, me too.

It's a list of debts.
Small amounts, mostly.

But look here. 'N-K'

Whoever N-K is, they owed Rod £200.

Bloody hell.

What have you found?

That's a very good question, Charlie.

I found these in that last box
up the far corner there.

Why would Rod hide those things
in here?

I don't know.

But I do know
where we might find an answer.

Oh, well, that's just it.
Another chip-pan fire.

You don't hear a thing
until it's almost too late.

It was lucky we got there in time.

You couldn't see more than 2ft
in front of your own face...

The house is still standing, though.
No-one got hurt.

You can't do much more than that,
mate.

Leave those. I said, leave it!

(Sobs) They were from Rod.

He gave them to me last week!
It's alright, love. It's alright.

Kathleen, let's get you up.
Is everything alright, Kath?

We're alright, Mr Lancaster.

Sergeant Hobart told us the news,
sir.

We knew it wasn't suicide.

It's alright, Cec.

If there's anything me or any of the
other firies

can do to help, you just ask.

Well, as a matter of fact,
Mr Lancaster, there is something.

Charlie, are you there? Thank you.

We, um... We found this in Rod's van.

Now, as far as you know, is it his?

Rod only ever wore a suede coat.

He had a coat at the station
for call-outs, but that's not it.

Right.

Then I'm wondering,

why would he effectively
keep it hidden in his van?

Perhaps it didn't belong to him,
or...

I'm not sure what you're getting at,
mate,

but now's not the time or the place.

We're all here to pay our respects.
Of course.

Kathleen, please forgive me. I...

It's alright. I extend that to you
too, of course, Mr Lancaster.

No, I'm fine, Doc.
Just look after Kath.Yes.

Davis, I've got those books for you
in the spare room.

I'll go and just pop the kettle on.

Very good, Cec.

My Rod, he had a finger in a lot
of pies. But he wasn't a crook.

He was a good man.

He loved me.

Still bringing me flowers
after all these years.

Oh, come here.

Doc. Rod's receipt books.

Sergeant, listen,
it could be nothing,

but you might want to check out
Neil Kirby's movements last night.

The publican at the Red Hand.

Neil Kirby.
N-K.

Rod had a bit of a blue with Neil
a while back outside the RSL.

Some army bloke had to break it up.

Neil wouldn't let it go,
said he'd get Rod back.

I don't know. Maybe he meant it.

Found out he'd been ripping me off.

Is that what your fight was about
at the RSL?

When was the last time you saw Rod?

Yesterday, about three.
He came in for a drink.

I thought you'd had a falling out?

He wanted to smooth things over.
I see.

And where were you last night

between the hours
of nine and ten o'clock?

I was here, cleaning up. Why?

Can anyone vouch for that?
No. I was here alone.

Look, I'm sorry that Rod jumped,
but it had nothing to do with me.

He didn't jump. He was pushed.

You owed Rod £200.

You didn't think to mention that?

It's not what you think.
I can prove it.

If you just let me go upstairs
and get my books.

Charlie,
I might head to the hospital.

Start running tests on those items
we found in Rod's van.

Sure thing, Doc.
I can handle this.

Mm. Good man.

It could be the same residue
we found on the victim's hands

and under his nails,

but I won't know for sure
until I get the test results back.

Quite.

Alice, what do you make
of these fragments

I found in his coat pockets?

Hmm. It's not bone.

Similar texture, though.
Mm.

Maybe from a china cup?

Well, maybe.

And look, here on the, um...
on the lapel.

Now, something was pinned there
at some point,

a badge or a medal or something.

You think all of this might
have something to do with

why Mr Drury was murdered?

Right now the only thing I am
certain of is that he had a secret.

Wait! Where are you taking that?

Um, a few more tests
I want to run myself.

What, and you can't do them here?

Best not.

Heading off, Mr Kirby?

I've got deliveries to make.

I can't spend all day standing
around talking to you lot.

Out of the car. Don't!

Let's start with that £200.

Must be a weight off your shoulders
now Rod's dead.

What was it really, Mr Kirby?

Rod lend you the money,
then held it over you,

so you attack him outside the RSL.

Sound right? Or maybe...

Maybe it wasn't about the money.

Maybe it was about Rod
revealing your secret.

I don't have any bloody secrets.
Not in this town.

Everyone knows I lost
half of everything in the divorce.

Oh. Must have stung.

Yes. Rod bailed me out.

And then he goes to the RSL
behind my back,

cuts me off supplying them their
booze until I paid him back.

Doing all this for me,
making himself out to be

some sort of big man,
while he's ripping me off.

So, he deserved to die?

Is that what you told yourself
when you lured him up to that tower?

By the way, you've got some boot
polish on your collar, Mr Kirby.

I noticed it at the pub.

Been using it in your hair, have you?

You know, we found a black substance
under Rod's fingernails?

Did he grab at your hair

while he was trying to save himself
up on that ledge?

According to this, since the divorce,

you've been staying at the pub
in the room upstairs.

Well, that's one street away
from the fire station, isn't it?

Get his prints.
Take him downstairs to the lockup.

I'll let the boss know
what he has to say.OK.

So, Neil Kirby's contracts
to supply alcohol to the club

are now in Rod Drury's name?
Yes, sir.

It was signed over to him two months
ago with some special conditions.

Right. And do you mind
if I see those contracts?

Might take me a while to find them,
sir. I can wait.

Oh, just another thing -
apparently there was a fight here

between the two men
a few months back.

Was that over the contract?
I'm not sure, sir.

I understand one of your members
broke up that fight.

Is he here now, or...?

Mr Carlyle.

Major Alderton.

Well, are you here for a drink,
Frank,

or would you like a tip
on the horses?

Thank you, no. I'm looking
into the murder of Rod Drury.

Should I know him?

Well, apparently, you broke up
a fight between he and Neil Kirby

a few months back.
Kirby I do know.

He served with me,
didn't he, Sergeant?

Yes.
Terrible temper, but a good soldier.

He gave the other bloke
quite a hiding

then they shook hands at the end.

Oh, they shook hands?
Oh, well,

just a couple of blokes letting off
some steam, sir, nothing more.

Here's your contract, sir.
And those special conditions.

Well, thank you, Major. Sergeant.

Chief Superintendent.

(Explosion, glass shattering)

Lucien, what on earth are you doing?!

It smells like moth balls in here.
Cec is here to see you.

I've made some tea.
Tea.

Lovely, thank you, Jean.

Lucien...
Cec hasn't been able to sleep.

I was hoping you could give me
something to help, sir,

if it's not too much trouble.

Of course.

Of course,
I'll write a prescription up for you.

Now, Cec, forgive me...

...I do need to ask...

Thank you, Jean.

Last night, Rod was at the
Colonists', making a delivery, yes?

Yes, sir. Once a week. Same time.

And then we'd have a drink
at the office out the back,

just the two of us.

It was our time.

Yes.

But last night,
he was called to the fire station.

Well, no, not exactly, sir.
(Clears throat)

He was with me when
he heard the first bell.

Eight rings.

Eight rings? That's Brown Hill.

Yes. Then the bell sounded again.

Rod thought it was probably
a false alarm.

He said he'd be right back.

But he never came back.

Right.

And what time was the second bell,
would you say?

Quarter-to-ten.

Hm. That's very precise.

Well, I checked my watch when I...
when I saw Mrs Blake on the street.

Mei Lin?

What was she doing?

I don't know, sir. She was...
She was looking for you.

We spoke briefly, then she went off
in the same direction as Rod.

That was 'Mrs Hewitt', with two 'T's?

And that's a rare spider orchid?

Do you mind if I take
another couple of photos?

Ladies and gentlemen,

would you please gather round
for the prize-giving?

Please take a seat.

This year's flower competition

has been of a particularly
high standard,

making the job of the judges...

Special mention should go
to Mrs Elizabeth Collins

for her outstanding...

Charlie, you're home early.
I hope I'm not intruding.

No, not at all.
Would you like a cup of tea?

Rose phoned me today. She has
something you should probably see.

Really?

I took some photographs this morning
and I got these by pure accident.

Is that Mrs Blake
with Major Alderton?

Yes.

I don't know what any of this means,

but I think Dr Blake should see them.

Have you shown anyone else?

They clearly know one another.

She hasn't mentioned any of this
to the Doc.

I didn't know what to do.

Just leave them with me for now.
Thank you, Rose.

Lucien.

Mei Lin.

Um, that lovely young lady
downstairs, Iris, let me in.

You don't mind, do you?

Of course not.

Where have you been?

Oh, out, walking.
I needed some fresh air.

Yes, of course.

Do you know, I've never asked you
where you go during the days.

Lucien, why are you being like this?

I need to know where you were
at 9:45 last night.

I was here, in bed, reading.

You have no right
to go through my things.

Mei Lin, where did you get it?

I will not be interrogated
by my husband.

You were seen last night
outside the Colonists' Club

at a quarter-to-ten.

Not long after, only three streets
away, a man fell to his death.

This Star of David, as far
as we can tell, belonged to him.

Now you have to tell me
what you know.

Mei Lin, please tell the Chief
Superintendent what you told me.

I heard voices. Shouting.

And a heavy thud.

And I saw a body fall from the tower.

And did you see anyone else,
up the tower, maybe?

No.

And this? Where was this?

I put my hand on his wrist
to check his pulse.

It fell out of his hand.

And you just took it with you?

I didn't even realise I still had it
until I got back to the hotel.

Mrs Blake, why would you not call
for the police or run for help?

I was scared.
Scared of what?

That you'd have me arrested
or deported.

Mei Lin, why didn't you come to me
with all of this?

I'm a Chinese national
in a small town

with a husband who keeps me
in a hotel

while he lives with his housekeeper.

Why would I come to you for anything?

And is there anything else
you may have seen?

A car, it came out from
behind the fire station.

A car?

Well, did it stop?
I don't know.

I don't think so.
Can you describe the vehicle for me?

I couldn't really see. The lights
were too bright in my face.

But there's a chance the driver
may have seen you?

(Sighs) So, we still have
a missing letter.

We have a car at the scene,
but no make, model or colour,

and a Star of David,
but no real suspects.

What about Kirby?

I've got a copy of Rod's agreement
with the RSL.

Seems he's true to his word.

He'd only taken the RSL contract

until the £200 that Kirby owed him
was paid back,

and there was only one more payment
left to make.

Only thing that might
connect the two, though,

is the black residue
under Rod's fingernails.

Well, initial testing suggests,
whatever it is, it isn't oil-based.

So, in other words,
it's not boot polish.

In that case we can't hold Kirby,
so let him go.

Uh, Frank.

'Our local heroes.'Yes, I know where
you're going with this.

I've already had Bill and Charlie
talk to the lot of them last night.

Six firefighters,
all at the blaze at Brown Hill

when Rod fell to his death.

Alright.
(Sighs)

Lucien,
if the killer did see your wife,

they may think that
she could identify them.

Yes,
that thought had crossed my mind.

Now, there'll be a man out here
tonight to make sure you're safe.

And where will you be, Lucien?

If you really wanted me to be safe,
we could leave this place.

We could go anywhere. Start again.

I know the army
would take you back...

It's not that simple, Mei Lin.

I can't just...
I can't just leave. Mei Lin...

Dale, I have a few more questions
for you.

You said last night you were
the first volunteer to the station

after the call went out.

Yeah, that's right.

And when did you decide to call The
Courier to tell them about the fire?

It was you that made the call,
wasn't it?

From the station. I was just
following orders, you know?

So, it wasn't your idea?

Mr Lancaster probably told you
to call the paper?

No, we called the captain at his
home, so he could meet us there.

It was Mr Rowe.
I see.

Did you find it odd?

In all the chaos, that you were
asked to notify the press?

Mate... Mate...

...if there's something you need
to say, now's the time to say it.

You know how Rod hurt himself
in a big warehouse fire

about three months ago?

Copped a pretty decent whack
to the head. Broke his wrist.

After he got out of hospital,
he changed.

I reckon the accident
did his head in.

That's why he jumped.

Dale, Rod didn't take his own life.

Someone forced him from that tower.

I thought he jumped.
Who told you he jumped?

Alright, now, you think you
can give me a big breath?

That's good. And again.

Alright.

So kind of you to come
and check on us, Doctor.

Oh, not at all. I promised the
fire brigade I'd call in on you.

You are a champion, aren't you?
Lungs are clear.

I'll just put this away.

He loves fire engines.
Yes.

Here we go, sweetie.
(Whines)

Just lie down. There's a good boy.
Be a good boy for Mummy?

Oh, yes you are.
(Toddler cries)

Come on. Come here, come here.
Patricia?

Yes?

Any idea how the fire started?

Uh... I was sure the stove was off
when I put the children to bed.

And then there was this loud bang,

and suddenly there was this man
pounding on our front door,

telling us all to get out.

Right. A neighbour?

Uh, no, no. Uh... a fireman.
Captain Lancaster.

We could have lost everything.

So, just to be clear,
you didn't call the fire station?

No. Uh, no, we don't have a phone.

Right.

Doctor?

Rose. Just here for, um...
A follow-up story.

Yes, just got some quotes
from the neighbours.Right.

They're very lucky someone
spotted the blaze

and the firies got here
as quickly as they did.

I'm sure the family connection
probably helped.

Family connection?

Doc, Mr Rowe here is just
clarifying some points

from his statement last night
about the fire.

Yes, the one at his cousin's house.

Patricia, isn't it? Lovely girl.
Two gorgeous kiddies.

Very lucky no-one was hurt.

Where were you when the fire
was reported?

I was at the fire station.

I've been covering night shifts,
6pm to 8am.

I took the call at the station house.

I phoned the captain, then
I sounded the bell. Eight rings.

For Brown Hill?

So, the volunteers who couldn't
make it to the fire station

could meet us there.

We didn't have a lot of time.
I made as many calls as I could.

More volunteers arrived,
then we headed out.

Now, if that's answered
all your questions,

I should get back to work.

Uh, one last thing, Mr Rowe.

Dale Hardy mentioned Rod hurt
himself in a warehouse fire

three months back.

Or had that slipped your mind
as well?

Meaning my warehouse?
Yes.

I lost everything in that fire.

My whole business
burnt to the ground.

And Rod Drury almost lost his life.

He did. A falling beam hit him.

We barely managed to get him out
before the whole thing collapsed.

You think this is about
the insurance payout, don't you?

Something like that, yes.

Look... I don't like to speak ill
of the dead...

...but Rod believed I lit that fire.

Demanded I give him
some of the insurance money

or he'd go to the police.

I refused to give him a penny.

You asked. What happens now?

Now we're going to take
your fingerprints.

And you'd better hope they don't
match the partials we found

at the scene of the crime.

Are we clear?

Ah, that's a bugger.

Mr Rowe's prints don't match the ones
we found at the crime scene.

Are you sure?

Well, maybe we can bring Dale in
for questioning.

He knows more than he's letting on,
I can tell you that. Why?

Neither of them were at
the fire station when Rod died.

They were in Brown bloody Hill,
same as me.

Yes, but look, that house is barely
ten minutes from the fire station.

Now, someone could have slipped away
in all the confusion...

Lucien, they have six men,
including my Sergeant,

the family and the bloody Courier
to back them up.

We have nothing.

Which is why we need to release
Mr Rowe.

Right.

First thing tomorrow,

I want every record we have
on the warehouse fire.

Police, fire, insurance reports.

And I want our men out
at the Brown Hill house,

interviewing family, neighbours,
anyone who was there.

Yes, sir.

Ah... Mr Lancaster.

Superintendent.

Some of the boys told me that
you're questioning Theodore Rowe?

Yes, it's just due process,
I'm afraid.

Yes.

Speaking of which, Mr Lancaster,
would you mind terribly

giving us a set of your fingerprints?

We only need the right hand.
Lucien.

You can try.

Thank you.

I trust this isn't too uncomfortable
for you.

Goodness me.

I am sorry, Mick.

Oh, no, it's fine.
I understand due process.

I might wait outside,
if that's alright.

No, it was worth a try.

Jean, are you awake?

Lucien.

Um, I was wondering if
I could, um, ask you something.

Of course.

Earlier when you came to see me
in my study,

what did you say about the smell?

It smelled like mothballs.

Bloody mothballs, of course.

Naphthalene dust.
Oh.

Jean... thank you.

Oh, Lucien,
Alice left a message earlier.

She has results back from the lab.

You need to return her call,
in the morning.

Right.

Well, thank you.

Goodnight.

Yes.

I don't take kindly
to these kinds of threats!

I've been more than patient.

It does not have anything
to do with me!

You agreed to the terms.

If you don't bring him in,
we both know what happens next.

Fine. I'll try one more time.

Tonight.

And he stays.

Until morning.

I'll be watching.

What are we looking for, Doc?

Theodore Rowe's warehouse fire
was over three months ago.

There's nothing here, Doc.

KATHLEEN: He's still bringing me
flowers after all these years.

Rod was here.

And not that long ago
by the looks of it.

Laying flowers for the dead.

The ash we found in his van
came from here.

And those small... fragments

of what we thought might
have been china or porcelain?

Part of a tooth from an old-fashioned
set of porcelain dentures.

Not combustible. Impossible to burn.

So, the coat... the Star of David.

You think somebody died in the fire
and Rod knew about it?

Yes! The secret
he could no longer live with.

I know somewhere we need to go.

What's all this?

Eli Rosen.

Russian-Jewish immigrant.
He'd been sleeping rough.

In fact, he'd been camping out
at the warehouse on Eureka Street.

Curiously, no-one has seen him
since the fire.

Rod had been doing his own
investigation with the fire.

He told one of the old hobos
that just before he got hit

by an overhead beam,
he saw a body in the flames.

What's more, the hobo told us that
Rod bought Eli's old jacket off him.

Yes.

Rod's colleagues weren't remotely
interested in what he had to say.

He was going to blow the whistle.

He was going to go to the police
with all the evidence,

and he was killed before
he had the chance.

Well, it's a hell of a story,

but none of it helps us
catch Rod Drury's killer.

Kirby's clean and all of our
suspects have watertight alibis.

It's all there.

Mr Rowe on the hose,
Bill and Dale behind him,

then Lancaster on the head inside.

Rose, you were right there
until the very end, yes?

Yes, until just after 11. Then they
all headed back to the station.

Rowe may have had every reason
to want Rod dead,

but he didn't push him
off that tower.

No doubt about it...

...your brother knew a good whiskey.

He certainly did, sir.

Just a pity that he didn't
get to drink it.

To Rod.

Oh, Cec, my dear friend.

I am so sorry,
I feel like I've let you down.

No, not at all sir.

I just feel better knowing that...

...Rod died trying to do
the right thing.

That was him.
Never one to follow blindly.

He was always his own man.

Right to the end.
(Knocking on door)

Excuse me.

Never one to just blindly follow.

(Bell tolls)

Stop! Stop! Everyone calm down.
Who took the call?

I'm sorry. I do beg your pardon.
That was me. False alarm.

What the hell are you playing at?

I'm just...

I'm just testing a theory, Mick,
in relation to that Brown Hill fire,

and I think I've worked it out.

You see, first of all,
someone deliberately set that fire

using naphthalene dust
as an accelerant.

It's made from mothballs.

And then - I love this bit -
smoke bombs.

Look at those.

Easy enough to make.
Saltpetre and sugar mostly.

It's how you create enough smoke
to maintain the illusion

that no-one ever left the scene.

OK, lads, let's go, show's over.

What's the matter, Mr Rowe?

You don't want your men
to hear about the insurance job

you and Mick pulled
that killed a homeless man.

And Rod Drury knew,
and he had the evidence to prove it.

He had the dead man's coat,
partial remains,

and he put it all in a letter.

Didn't he, Mick?

Local hero. Imagine.

Imagine if word got out, people found
out what you and Mr Rowe had done.

'Hero'!
All that would go away, wouldn't it?

You'd be ruined.

But the night Rod died,
we were at the Brown Hill fire,

risking our lives
for people like you.

Yes.

Yes, Mick taking charge
at the head of the hose.

You, Mr Rowe, right behind him.

And where were you, Dale?
Inside the house?

No.

Bill Hobart and I
were feeding the hose at the door.

I see.

Anyone else actually go inside?

No. There was too much smoke.

Too much smoke.

You went back to the fire station,
you sounded that bell a second time

and you murdered Rod Drury,

and then returned to the fire without
anyone even realising you'd gone.

And Rod tried to hold onto you,
didn't he,

to stop himself from falling.

That's how he got the naphthalene on
his hands and under his fingernails.

(Shrieks)

And speaking of hands, Mick,
your hands?

Last night at the police station,
I didn't expect them to be burnt.

Well, certainly not so severely.

You burnt them yourself, didn't you?

After you realised you left that
partial set of prints in the tower!

He's lying.

I've always done the right thing
by my men, by my community.

Yes, of course.

You doctored Rod's letter
to look like a suicide note

and you left it in his pocket.

Now, there was a carbon copy
of the original letter -

I'm sure you've dealt with that -
however...

...it looks like you didn't think
to deal with the carbon paper itself.

You're no hero, Mick.

No. Rod Drury was the hero.

He was never one to just
blindly follow, but he trusted you...

...just like all of these men
trusted you, and you betrayed him.

And you betrayed all of them.

Bill.

(Door opens and shuts)

(Approaching footsteps)

Lucien. Can I pour you a drink?

Please.

Thank you.

Jean, we need to talk.
Lucien...

Please let me.

I should have told you...
honestly how I feel.

That I'm...

That I'm ready to...
to let go of my...

...stubborn sense of duty, and that
the past is just that - it's...

...it's past.

I should have told you...

I should have told you that I'm
finally ready to follow my heart.

(Phone rings)

Please don't get that.

Yes, Dr Lu...

Alright.

Alright, I'm on my way.

Something's happened...

Lucien, I have something to tell you.

I'll be back as quickly as I can,

and we'll finish this as soon
as I get home, I promise.

I promise.

(Sighs)

(Door closes)

Now, Mei Lin,
when we spoke on the telephone,

you said someone threatened you.

Sit down. Please.

Thank you.

I need to tell you about
what happened in Hong Kong.

When I arrived by boat,
when I was put into that camp...

Mei Lin, please don't.

You need to see what they did
to women like me.

Oh, dear God.

Mei Lin, I am so sorry.

Please.
Lucien.

We mustn't.
Lucien.

Our daughter's life depends on it!

Lee? What do you mean?

Mei Lin?

Derek Alderton found me
over a year ago.

He offered to get me out of the camp,

to bring me here, to you...

...if I agreed to help him.

He never told me anything.

He never even told me that Lee
was still alive, not until later.

Not until it suited him.

There's so much that
you need to know.

(Door shuts)

(Approaching footsteps)

I should have given these to you
sooner.

(Sighs)

She's been meeting with him
behind your back.

I didn't know how to tell you.

It's alright, Jean.

It's alright, I know.

She told me.

Alderton's been using her.

Blackmailing her,
threatening my family.

All to get to you?

I promise you this.

I promise you,
I will make things right.

(Gasps)

What the bloody hell is going on?

Sounds well-planned to me.
Quite impressive.

Cheers.
Cheers.

I am sorry.

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