All language subtitles for The Doctor Blake Mysteries - 05x07 - A Good Drop.-W4F.English.orig.Addic7ed.com

What are we even doing out here?

Patience, Rose. You'll see.

Over here will be the site of what
will be Ballarat's first vineyard.

I bought this whole farm

just for that one paddock,
past those trees there.

One perfect run of soil,
just for grape growing.

I thought we were out here for a story.

I wanted to surprise you.

- Ah, Daryl.
- G'day, Edward. Good to see you.

And who's this lovely young lady?

This is Rose.

Anderson.

- I work for The Courier.
- A pleasure.

Can I get the wife to get
you a beer or something?

Ah, in the boot, there's a picnic basket.

You can fetch that.

Kev! Make yourself useful.

Excuse me, Miss.

- Oh no, let me help.
- I've got it.

Better hurry. I think your
fella's up there waiting.

Yeah, yeah, righto.

Dad!

Dad! Dad!

You're a dead man, you bastard!

Go!

Kevin?

Kevin?

Kevin!

Oh, thank God.

Have you seen your dad anywhere?

No, I thought he was over
with Scotty and that crew.

They haven't seen him anywhere.

I'll go grab him.

Daryl!

Daryl!

Mum. Mum, don't. Mum, don't.

- Daryl! Daryl!
- No!

- [What time did you get up?]
- [Just after dawn.]

- [6:00?]
- [I didn't have my watch on.]

And whereabouts was it?

- So, just after dawn.
- Yeah.

And whereabouts did you discover him?

Down by the river. The
dogs. Followed the dogs.

Charlie.

Doc. This is Kevin Fitzpatrick.

He found his father
Daryl about an hour ago.

I am so very sorry for your loss.

He's out here. I'll show you.

- It's still loaded.
- Right.

Gunshot wound to the neck. Brutal.

Shotgun, I'd say.

Fired at close range.

Ned, the son made the discovery

and the body was in this position, yes?

Why?

Hold that thought, Charlie.

Never seen one quite like it.

The wad hasn't entered the wound,

which means there was some separation

between him and the shooter.

Yes.

- You found it...?
- By the body.

This isn't your first
shotgun homicide, is it?

No, my fourth. You?

My third.

So, the wad has exited and
fallen as the shot spread.

Yes.

I'd say our shooter was
only a few yards away

when they pulled the trigger.

You can tell by the pellet defects here.

Which means the wad injury should be...

Somewhere below the main pellet
wounds, yes, thank you, Alice.

Multiple pellet wounds to the neck.

Shattered clavicle.

Cause of death?

Well, goodness me.

Catastrophic damage of
the neck structures.

Agreed.

And this abrasion here from the wad.

Yes.

Now, there should be a
corresponding mark on his singlet.

Alice?

Well there's blood on the victim's shoes?

Yes.

How is that a surprise?

Well, with a single shotgun blast
to a victim facing their killer,

at close range...

.. they'd be propelled
backwards immediately.

Yes, but how did the blood

drip straight down onto
the top of Daryl's boots?

Exactly.

It's...

It's an unexpected sort of pattern.

There's evidence that
these fires were started

using some sort of accelerant?

Well, it looks like it, if water
couldn't put the flames out.

I'll go back

and see if Mrs Fitzpatrick's
ready to answer some questions.

Good.

We find out who started
these fires on his farm,

we find out who killed Daryl Fitzpatrick.

I thought that might be of interest.

From archives.

Kevin Fitzpatrick went
to the Melbourne Olympics?

The Men's Trap and the 300 metre rifle.

Quite the coincidence, isn't it?

Definitely.

Edward?

You and Daryl Fitzpatrick. I'm...

I'm sorry, is all I was going to say.

He was a business associate, Rose.

But thank you for your concern.

Was there anything else?

I'll go interview the neighbours,

maybe try calling the
Australian Olympic Federation?

Great minds.

- No sign of Kevin or his mum.
- Right.

Charlie, there's a...

There's a circular shape here

that obviously must have
been covered by the body.

And...

.. there's... There's more blood here.

From our killer, maybe.

Perhaps Daryl caught him with a shot.

Possibly.

Either way...

.. we need to have this tested.

And when my Jack was very young,
he was convinced that it went...

♪ Noel, Noel

♪ Barney's the King...

♪ Of Israel... ♪

We'd be sitting in here for midnight mass,

and he'd be rifling through
the Bible trying to find him.

Eventually he marched
straight up to Father Moreton,

demanding to know, "Where's King Barney?"

Father put him straight?

Oh, my word he did.

He was always such a headstrong
little boy, your Jack.

He still is.

And what about your Sue?

How are the preparations
going for the wedding?

She spoke to Father yesterday.
They'll be married here next year.

Ohh!

You know, my mother was
married here. So was I.

And now so will my little girl.

I think we were all
married here, weren't we?

Yes. Yes we were.

Doc, this is Lionel Taylor. He
owns the property next door.

Ah, Dr Lucien Blake. Good to meet you.

You were here this morning,
weren't you, Mr Taylor?

Yeah, I was. Came back to
check how bad the damage was.

Right. Smells like sump oil, yes?

They're going to have
to rip this whole lot.

Contamination's only going to get
worse once it's weathered in.

Did Daryl ever have any
enemies that you know of?

Daryl was a mate, but...

.. he had a habit of rubbing
people up the wrong way.

This new paddock here
being a prime example.

He bought it a few months back.

Do you know who sold him the land?

I should.

It was me.

Should have charged him more.

Had a couple of offers, after I sold it.

Daryl did alright out of me.

Mr Taylor. Lionel.

Who made these other offers?

A couple of businessmen.

That Italian greengrocer in town.

~

Everything alright here, sir?

Some bloody bastard just attacked my shop.

I'm Dr Lucien Blake. How do you do?

- Angelo Colonna.
- Pleasure.

Perhaps I should take a
look at that for you, Angelo?

Oh no, it's nothing.

How did this happen?

I tried to stop a stand
from falling, and...

Did you recognise the man who did it?

No. I never seen him before in my life.

He just show up here,

he call my wife horrible names
and then start to break things.

I see.

This person that you've never met before.

Si. Yes.

~

Doctor, it was... Fitzpatrick.

- Fitzpatrick.
- ~

Kevin Fitzpatrick?

Excuse me, Kevin Fitzpatrick?

Mr Colonna, where were you last night?

Home, with my wife and children.

~

~

Si. Si. Yes.

And there's no reason
that you can think of

as to why Kevin would just
show up here out of the blue?

I cut it last night at the fire.

Must have opened up again.

I see.

When you attacked Angelo Colonna, perhaps?

- Why go after the greengrocer, Kevin?
- Why do you reckon?

He did it.

Because?

Because he's been making
trouble for Dad for years.

And when you front 'em, all of
a sudden they act all innocent,

like they can't understand you.

Just makes you wanna bloody throttle 'em.

Look, if this is about that shop, I'll...

That's the least of your problems, son.

Turns out you're quite a shot.

Mum taught me.

The Olympics, four years ago.

What about Rome?

Well, didn't make it, did I?

What does any of this have to do with Dad?

Kevin, I need to confirm

whether you or anyone else
in the family owns a shotgun.

It's the country. Every farmer
worth his salt owns a shotgun.

What? I already told you it was Colonna.

Angelo Colonna doesn't
have a police record.

Whereas you have been pretty
busy for the past six months.

Multiple offences, most recently this.

Reports of a brawl on your farm,
called in by a concerned neighbour,

between you and your father.

What was the fight about, Kevin?

None of your business.

That cut on his leg

could explain the second patch
of blood we found at the scene.

Yes.

I've sent that sample to Alice,

to separate the blood from the soil.

We'll check Kevin's medical
records. See if we get a match.

Right, there's your warrant.

Head back to Fitzpatrick's farm.

Need you to search inside, top
and bottom. Find me a shotgun.

- Take Ned with you.
- Oh, we can't, boss.

He's in West Wendouree somewhere
-- reports of a lost dog.

Right, just you then, and call it in
on the radio if you need any help.

Righto.

Bill's still in Melbourne testifying
at the Police Corruption Inquiry.

There won't be a single policeman

who hasn't given evidence
by the time they're done.

Well, Simmons is due in
there after Christmas.

Ned? Really, why?

A while back, he was seconded
to a station in Melbourne,

suspected of taking money under the table.

Perfect time to be a man down, isn't it?

Quite.

Ah, Matthew. Before I forget...

This wad,

it's quite distinctive.

You want to see who might
have sold these things locally?

Go on then.

Just a second!

Mr Baker.

I thought...

I didn't know you actually
worked here in the store.

I... I don't.

I'm closing down.

Right.

Well, I was wondering if
someone might help me identify

what kind of shotgun
shell this comes from,

and if in fact you sell
this particular brand.

No.

No to which part, exactly?

No to the part

where you bring evidence from a
murder investigation into my store

and expect me to help you.

I never said this was from
a murder investigation.

You're the Police Surgeon.

The paper said a farmer was
shot to death last night.

I'm assuming that's from the shell
that killed Daryl Fitzpatrick.

Did you know him?

No.

You're quite sure about that?

If you have any more
questions for me, Dr Blake,

I suggest you go and find a police
officer and bring him back here.

Until then, get out of my store.

Mrs Fitzpatrick, this might be easier

if you wait outside for a while.

Easier still if you tell me
what it is you're looking for.

Your husband appears to have
been killed with a shotgun.

And you think the gun might be here?

You do own a shotgun, don't you?

Fine.

Here. Anything else?

I'll, um... I'll still
need to complete my search.

Fine.

Excuse me.

Yes, I do know Kevin Fitzpatrick.

The boy was going to be a dual Olympian.

And I'm guessing that drew the
attention of Tyneman Sports.

For God's sake!

Patrick, please, I need to know.

Did the Fitzpatricks approach you
about sponsoring Kevin for Rome?

It's ever so important.

Point of fact, they didn't
approach me. I approached him.

Young Kevin.

And?

And he refused.

Said he wouldn't go, even
if he had the money himself.

What was Bill Hobart's evidence?

Is there anything else
I should know about?

Lucien Blake?

Are you sure?

Can you double-check that for me?

I'm going to have to call you back.

The Police Corruption Inquiry.

They're calling up
officers from Ballarat now.

Nothing much from today's testimony.

Stay on it. What else?

Still waiting on an official
statement on the Fitzpatrick murder.

Well, it can wait till the
afternoon edition tomorrow.

Rose, I was thinking you might
like to have dinner tonight.

Edward, um, thank you.

I have plans to meet someone.

It's been arranged for ages, actually.

Oh.

- Who, if you don't mind me asking?
- Charlie Davis.

I see.

So, just bad timing, then.

Fair enough.

Really?

Of course.

You have a good night, Rose.

I will. You too.

- Sump oil?
- Yes.

That's the accelerant our
arsonist used. Thank you.

- Well, it's hardly the best choice.
- Mmm, good point.

If it was me, I'd use
something much more flammable.

- Uh, you've missed a spot.
- Hmm?

Uh, thank you, Matthew.

I mean, I'd only use sump oil
if I wanted to, I don't know,

spoil the land, or...

Well, the neighbour in fact said

the Fitzpatricks would
have to strip the topsoil

to get rid of the contamination.

Hmm. That'd be Lionel Taylor.

Yes. You know him?

Yes, he was a friend of Christopher's.

He moved here fresh out of university.

Christopher taught him all about
farming. He was a very fast learner.

Now, do you mind, Lucien?

Ah, yes, of course. Isn't she lovely?

No-one really spoke to him
when he first moved in.

Because?

Oh, I think they thought he
was city trying to be country.

Ah, that old chestnut.

His wife was a bit of a cold fish

but I always really liked Lionel.

He was such a hard worker
and very intelligent.

In fact, I think he was probably
the smartest man I'd ever met.

Is that so?

Well, up until that point, anyway.

Dinner's almost ready.

Smartest man she'd ever met, hey?

And I'd thank you, Matthew, not
to encourage him quite so much.

Ready? Matthew?

Ah... lovely.

I don't understand. How
did you hear about it?

From a contact that I have
in the Melbourne court system.

And he said...

.. that a divorce hearing
for Lucien Radcliffe Blake

was scheduled for a month's time,

on the grounds of drunkenness and cruelty.

Does anyone else know about this?

I wanted to make sure that you both knew.

Well, I'll be talking to Lucien
just as soon as he gets home.

Thank you, Rose.

Why wouldn't she just tell
me their shotgun was broken?

That's what we're here to find out.

She's not going to be happy,
with Kevin still in the lockup.

At this point, Charlie,

I think we'll get more from the
mother than we will from the son...

Oh, bloody...!

I told you lot, you can all go to hell!

I'm not scared of you!

Mrs Fitzpatrick! This is the police!

Get off my land!

Eileen, it's Dr Blake.

I'm here with Senior Sergeant Davis!

Put the rifle down and come out, please.

You here to lock me up too, are you?

No, not at all, Eileen.

We just...

We just want to talk with you, that's all.

- Isn't that right, Charlie?
- That's right.

You better come in then.

Bloody hell.

Thank you.

For heaven's sake, Eileen,
who did you think we were?

Edward Tyneman.

He was here last night.

He ripped up the contract
that he and Daryl signed.

Had a new one, offering much less.

Of course he did.

And when I didn't sign it,

he said he was going to send someone
back to renegotiate the terms.

You should have reported him.

While you're holding Kevin
in lockup for no reason?

Mrs Fitzpatrick, I need to do
one last search of the property.

If you'll excuse me.

Eileen, from everything I've heard,

Kevin was never in any sort of
trouble, until about six months ago.

Doctor, if there's nothing else...

- No! - Let me! It's
alright, it's alright.

I was just...

Eileen.

Goodbye, Doctor.

Woof!

What on earth were you thinking?

This is a police station, not a pet shop.

I'm sorry, boss. He's lame.
Both the vets are away.

There's been a suspected outbreak
of foot and mouth in Chiltern.

You were saying we're short-staffed.

Oh, very funny.

I left Charlie at the farm.

- Cuppa?
- Mmm.

Yes, he's called for a divvy
van to go and pick him up.

What's that?

Oh, Eileen's medical
records from the hospital.

A series of unexplained injuries

over the last 20 years.

And in fact only recently, she was
admitted with badly bruised kidneys.

So, her husband was abusing her.

I'd say so.

Well, it speaks to motive.

Kevin did say that she was the
one who taught him how to shoot.

Yes.

Speaking of shooting, Matthew, your
cane, would you mind if I, um...

Thank you.

Now, according to these,

she suffered severe damage to
her rotator cuff four years ago.

Now, she could barely
aim a rifle at us today.

She did what?!

Anyhow, my point is this.

If she couldn't even lift
a rifle to her shoulder,

how on earth would she have
handled the kick from a shotgun?

Well, maybe from that range
it was shoot from the hip

and hope for the best.

Well...

Boss. Doc. I've got something
I think you should see.

I found it in the long grass,

in a gully between Daryl
and Lionel's properties.

Sump oil.

And then there's this.

Ahh.

Ooh!

Dried blood.

And these holes,

I'm thinking pellets from a shotgun shell.

So Daryl wasn't shot standing
up. He was leaning against this.

Yeah.

I'm going to interview Lionel Taylor.

Oh well, take him with you, would you?

Simmons, I mean, not the dog.

We're still waiting on bloods
from Dr Harvey, aren't we?

Any chance we could speed things up?

Yes, yes. I'll see what I can do.

What exactly are you suggesting, Sergeant?

I'm just saying that the barrel
looks like it contains sump oil.

It was found on your fence line
and it was stained with blood.

So, in your mind, the
only possible explanation

is that I set the fires
and I killed Daryl.

Should I just confess now, then?

Well you could. It'd
save us a lot of time.

Oh, the barrel's not mine.

And I don't even own a shotgun.

If you want to search the farm,
you're absolutely welcome to.

- Everything alright, Lionel?
- It's fine, Kev.

I'll be back in an hour, two tops.

- Shall we?
- Please.

~

Doctor.

- Oh, Angelo. Buon giorno.
- Buon giorno.

I trust I'm not interrupting anything.

No no no, I was just tasting
the latest batch of my wine.

- Ahhh!
- Would you like to help?

It'd be rude not to, eh?

- Bene.
- Prego.

Grazie.

Supremo!

Angelo, where did you... where
did you learn to make wine?

Ah, the family business.

Papa and Nonno. You know.

Yes, family business. I
know a thing or two about it.

My father, Thomas, was a doctor too.

- Ah, here in Ballarat?
- Si.

My wife, she like Dr Spencer.

Yes, Spencer. He's a good doctor.

He's a sleepy old man, with
little eyes, like a mole.

But she used to him now. Tradition.

These things are very important,
to her at least. Capische?

Yes. Yes, I understand.

You know, I have some
homemade grappa as well,

if you'd like to taste some.

Grappa, you say?

- Alright.
- Bravo.

This one here, it gonna put
Italian hairs on your chest.

Here's hoping.

- Salute.
- Salute.

Mmm!

- Is good, huh?
- Yes.

This is why I tried to
buy the land from Daryl,

to make my own wine,
like home in Italy, eh?

When I find my land,
you be my best customer.

Guaranteed.

Angelo, the night Daryl died,

you said you were nowhere
near the fires on his property.

Si. I already told the police this.

Yes, yes.

I notice your fences, garden stakes...

.. all coated with sump oil.

Protect them from termites and the like.

Thing is,

someone set that fire using sump oil,

and the police have found
a barrel you know, a drum,

with traces of sump oil in it,

the same kind you use to display
your stock at the fruit shop.

~

You know what this means?

Ah...

You cannot hide the truth
from a priest, doctor...

.. or lawyer.

He said he'd sell.

He took our deposit and
then he sell to somebody else

and he keep our money,

even after we got the lawyer onto him.

Si... Yes, I burn his land with the oil.

I drove away, the barrel fell
off the back of the truck.

But I never hurt Daryl.

Even after he shot at you?

No.

Daryl was a bastard.

He hit his wife, he cheat
his workers, he lied to me,

he lied to my business
partner, he lied to everyone.

He deserve everything he got, Doctor.

Hang on a moment, Angelo.

You have a business partner?

Si.

Who?

Ohh! My apologies, Miss.

G'day. Look at you.

Well, you'll be happy to know I've
discovered who set those fires.

Yes, I have.

- Have you just?
- Yes.

Angelo Colonna. He's our man.

Everything alright?

You haven't seen this afternoon's
edition, I'm guessing?

Commissioner's office hasn't
called yet, but they will.

How dare he.

Edward bloody Tyneman again.

He had no right to print
this, Matthew. No right!

- Just... just calm down.
- I am calm!

You're drunk now, aren't you?

Oh, for God's sake, Lucien,

do you have any idea
how badly this reflects

not just on me but every other
officer in this station?

I've had a few drinks. What of it?

I'm the one who found out
Angelo set those fires.

I'm trying to work out a way of
containing the damage from this.

- And Norman Baker...
- Go home, Blake!

That Baker was his
business partner all along!

That's enough!

I accomplish more drunk

than you and your entire
bloody department do sober!

Get out of my station.

Go and sober up!

Go on!

Why would you do this? It isn't even
news. It's trashy gossip at best.

- Maybe, but it'll sell papers.
- With my name attached to the story.

That'll be all, Miss Anderson.

You gave me this by-line out of spite

because I chose Charlie over you.

You let your feelings get in the
way of a job that I pay you to do.

Again.

You know, I thought you were ready.

My mistake.

It's one I don't intend on making
again. Goodbye, Miss Anderson.

You can't fire me for that!

That's funny, I thought I just did.

Ah, Doctor. Listen, if you're here...

That was your last warning.

You have no idea...

You ever print another
word about my family,

I will come back here and
finish what I started.

Do you understand me?

Lucien.

Jean? Oh thank God, Jean.

Rose, why would you?

Jean, you don't understand. I...

No, I thought we were friends.

You should know, Mr Baker,

we're currently holding
Angelo Colonna in the cells.

And?

And we'll be speaking with him
once we've finished with you.

What's your relationship with Mr Colonna?

He's a business partner.

That's it.

You were working together to buy
that farm from Daryl Fitzpatrick.

Angelo and I

paid Daryl a down payment on
that land a while back, yes.

But he didn't end up selling to
you, and he didn't return your money.

No, we hadn't got our money back.

Did you know of Angelo's
plans to set the fire?

Of course not.

Besides, you know what these
New Australians are like.

So why did you partner up with one?

Angelo knows wine.

I know business.

We checked with these
solicitors, Mr Baker.

They've confirmed they sent
the letter on your behalf

to Daryl Fitzpatrick,
threatening legal action.

Yes.

And then a week before Daryl was killed,

well you suddenly told
them to cease proceedings.

I assume at some stage

you're going to get round to
asking me a question, yes?

Alright.

Where were you

on the night that Daryl Fitzpatrick
was murdered, Mr Baker?

Blake, we missed you at the
police station this afternoon.

I'm sure you did.

Shall we just get to the point?

Please.

I think you put Angelo Colonna
up to setting those fires.

I understand he confessed.

Doesn't mean you weren't
there that night, too.

You lied about not knowing
the victim. You had motive.

We still don't have a murder
weapon and you own a gun shop.

I think you timed all of this

to coincide with closing
up and leaving town.

The police have searched my store.

And they've questioned me.

So I'll tell you exactly what I told them.

I was in a room at
O'Connell's Boarding House

the night before last.

They've checked my alibi.

You really expect me to believe

you're here just to collect some stock?

Now what about your deposit on that farm?

Why would you stop pursuing it...

Because it doesn't matter anymore.

I'm going to pay my final
respects to my daughter,

and then I'm leaving.

Norman, your daughter Jessie
died over 10 years ago.

- I remember you telling me yourself.
- Not Jessie.

Not Jessie.

Anna.

The one you helped to put into prison.

She took her own life.

No.

I had no idea.

Were you drunk then too?

The day that you had her arrested?

No.

I was doing my job, Norman.

I am... I am so sorry.

Now you're sorry!

But in the moment, it's not
about justice for you, is it?

It's all about you being right.

Jessie was eight years old when she died.

That was the worst thing that had
ever happened to me in my life.

But she went quickly.

My Anna...

.. I watched her gradually lose herself

in that place that you put her.

I watched my daughter
die by inches, Doctor.

So you tell me.

Is it worth it?

Is it?

Always being right?

And no, I don't care about
the deposit on the farm.

I'm going to...

I'm gonna load up my truck

and then I'm gonna head off

and with any luck I'll never
see you or this town ever again.

You know the way out.

Forgive me Father, for I have sinned.

What is it that you wanted to confess?

I don't know.

It's not really a confession.

I just don't know what to do anymore.

I don't want to lie to myself.

Or to God.

But how is it that the church sees
me and Lucien marrying as a sin?

How is that fair, and
right, in the eyes of God?

But you're not married.

Are you? Not yet.

And nothing has been done
that can't be undone, has it?

No.

Jean, it's alright. Whatever you're
thinking, God will understand.

You know?

I think everyone in town knows by now.

Lucien, I thought we agreed to
wait until Mei Lin responded.

We did. We did.

Then why did you ignore me?

Because you know best and I'm still
just the housekeeper, is that it?

No.

No, of course not.

Lucien, you don't need to protect me.

I have managed perfectly well on my own

for a long time before you came along.

Yes, I know.

Jean, please forgive me. I...

I am so sorry.

I've been a bloody fool.

And I understand, given
everything I've put you through,

if you've changed your mind.

About us. About...

.. about everything.

Goodnight.

Of course, Mrs Dunn, I'll let
him know. Thank you for calling.

Goodbye.

Everything alright with Mrs Dunn?

That's our fourth
cancellation for the day.

Looks like you'll be free to work
all day on the Fitzpatrick case.

Right.

Well, this all looks
lovely, thank you, Jean.

Charlie.

Anything new on any of our suspects?

Well, there is one thing that's been
bothering me about Lionel Taylor.

What about him?

Oh, there's rumours

that Lionel's wife hated
Eileen with a passion.

Perhaps with very good reason.

Oh, sounds to me like
people making things up

just to have something to talk about.

No no, Rose visited all the neighbours.

She heard the same thing.

Well, Rose is very good at her job.

Jean, Rose didn't write that article.

And Edward Tyneman fired her because
she wouldn't tell him what she knew.

- Is that right?
- Mmm.

In that case, I owe her an apology.

Well, we both do.

It can wait, Doc. She'll understand.

Alright, Charlie.

Just getting back to Daryl, if I may.

We know that before he sold his farm,

he acquired that one paddock from Lionel.

Yeah, which he got from his
mate for well under market value.

Yes.

Think about this.

He loses his most valuable piece
of land for next to nothing.

Yeah, it'd be a pretty strong motive.

The Lionel I knew was never
particularly money hungry.

No, just extraordinarily
intelligent, if memory serves.

He and Jean were friends, apparently.

A long time ago.

Really?

He was friends with my late husband.

He's trying to make it
sound salacious on purpose.

No I...

You think that Kevin is
Lionel's son, based on what?

Based on Darwin, mostly.
The man, not the place.

He theorised that certain
facial expressions are innate

and not learned.

Mr Darwin have any theories on drinking?

With Kevin and Lionel,

this particular thing
they both do facially

when they're... when
they're angry or stressed.

They sort of bite down
on their bottom lip.

And you actually agree with this?

It ties in to what the neighbours said

about the tension between Eileen
and Lionel's deceased wife.

What if Lionel and Eileen were
madly in love all this time?

And really, Daryl was the only obstacle

preventing them from being together.

We've been married for nearly 30 years.

Do you think I was just out there,

throwing myself at other
men all that time?

No.

I think you were in a loveless marriage

with someone who had no qualms
about using his firsts on you.

I'd had my suspicions...

.. about what Daryl was doing.

You had your suspicions?
And when was that?

When he broke her wrist? Her nose?

When he irreparably damaged
her shoulder perhaps...

It wasn't my place to step in.

No, I suppose not.

Because you'd already intervened

in the Fitzpatricks' marriage, hadn't you?

Lionel was... from the city.

He was gentle, in all the
ways that Daryl wasn't.

Which is why you're in love with him.

That's never what it was.

My wife, she loathed the country.

She hated me for making me come here.

There were years there
we barely even spoke.

And I was lonely.

Eileen was...

.. smart and tough.

She was so beautiful.

And she chose me.

We were only together
once or twice, but...

It was a long time ago.

And one of those times...

One of those times led to Kevin.

Does he know?

I would never have left Daryl.

He loved me, no matter what you think.

Well, he had a funny way of showing it.

Yes, we fought.

And yes when the pain was bad, I
wished horrible things on him.

But the good outweighed the bad,

and aside from Daryl, God and myself...

.. I don't see that that's
anybody else's business.

Lionel...

.. you've never stopped
loving Eileen, have you?

Doesn't matter, though, does it?

It never did.

I see. Alright, Alice, thank you.

- And she still
wouldn't leave him? - No.

Well, that second blood
sample from the murder scene,

still no definitive result.

Arrgh!

Matthew, are you right?

Bloody Simmons and his bloody lame dog!

I'll move it for you.

Oh, hang on a moment.

I don't understand it.

Some of the red cells
look enlarged for some...

Bless you.

I've brought a visitor with me.

You're right.

There's definitely a slug in there.

Possibly a 0.22.

Yes.

The reason you couldn't
identify that blood sample...

I think it's from our
furry friend over there.

So where did the slug come from?

Can you repeat that?

Oh, yes, just as I thought.

Faint traces of oil and grease.

They're not characteristic of a
shotgun pellet, I'd have thought.

No. It's from a different gun entirely.

Eileen?

Ah, Lionel.

Look at these two. Aren't
they just wonderful?

Eileen, how many dogs do you own?

Three, but one's done a runner.

Yes.

Frightened off the night Daryl was killed.

Yes. But how do you know?

You called the neighbours from
Lionel's house, didn't you?

While you were on the phone,

Lionel here raced out the
door on his way to the farm.

You didn't make it in time
to see Angelo driving away,

but you did see someone, didn't you?

You saw Kevin.

You saw Kevin shoot his father,

or at least the man he
believed to be his father.

He thought he could save you, Eileen,

from the anger, from the abuse.

And he shot Daryl.

With this.

The slug went through Daryl's neck

and believe it or not, hit your poor dog.

You said Daryl was killed
by a shotgun. Not a rifle.

A shotgun, yes.

Lionel's shotgun.

You found Daryl already dying.

You knew your son would go to prison.

So you propped Daryl up against the drum

and you disguised the wound to his neck

in the most brutal way possible.

Kevin didn't do anything.

It was me. I did it.

Lionel Taylor,

I'm arresting you for the
murder of Daryl Fitzpatrick.

Anything you say...

When did you know, Kevin,
that you hadn't killed him?

When I saw him.

I knew straightaway that
wasn't a wound from the 0.22.

She was never going to leave him.

No matter what he did.

Can I ask a favour, Doc?

Yes.

Will you check on her,
every once in a while?

Make sure she's alright?

Of course I will.

I wish we'd just let it all burn.

You know you don't have to knock.

You worked it out.

Yes, thanks to Constable Ned
Simmons and his stray dog.

This arrived today, from Mei Lin.

Agreeing to do whatever it takes

to ensure that the divorce
process is as private

and as discreet as possible.

I should have listened to you, of course.

- It shouldn't have to be like this.
- But it is.

And I'm not sure

there was ever going to be any
easy options for us, Lucien.

No.

I love you, you know that, don't you?

Yes, I do.

Your drink, Chief Superintendent.

It's just Mr Munro now, Cec.

Are you here for business,
or pleasure, sir?

A bit of both, I think.

I hurt people and I don't realise
it till the damage is done.

Thanks for the ride.

How are you even allowed
back into that station?