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(circus music plays)

MAN:

Come on in, my fine friends!

Come in, come in,

and see the wonder of the age.

Ten spectacles

for the price of one.

Dare our duke of the dagger

and his delectable assistant.

Roll up, roll up!

Marvel at the mighty Samson,

the freaks and phantoms

and the merely fabulous.

Snake woman, man woman.

It's all real.

Oh yes! Some of it's really real

and some of it's really fake.

But it's all

really, really good!

And now, ladies and gentlemen,

a bit of hush, if you please.

A bit of the old capital QT

because the lovely Miss Parkes

is about to step into this box

and vanish

before your very eyes.

(drum roll)

(tapping)

(gasping)

(screaming)

(screams)

(banging on door)

I'm looking

for Miss Phryne Fisher.

(giggling)

BUTLER: A Mr Samson to see you,

Miss Fisher, from the circus.

Oh.

Should I suggest

he call another time?

No, no, I'll see him.

JANE: Who is he?

He's... (clears throat)

Someone I knew a long time ago.

PHRYNE: Sam.

Phryne.

What a lady you've turned into.

(laughs)

You clearly ate up

all your vegetables.

I did.

I'm the strong man now.

DOT: Jane!

You've met Mr Butler.

This is my companion Dot.

Hello, miss.

And my ward Jane.

Hello.

Jane.

A happy coincidence.

Murder?

I assume the police were called.

They took away

Miss Christopher's body.

Asked a few questions

then they left.

That was the end of it.

But I hear you're in the

business of solving crimes.

I'd like to help you, Samson,

but I can't.

I can't go back there.

Of course.

Did you ever find out

what happened to your sister?

(sighs)

They caught the man

who took her.

Murdoch Foyle.

He was arrested

for kidnapping another child.

But he never

confessed to taking Janey.

I didn't mean

to dredge it all up.

Don't worry.

It's never far from my mind.

PHRYNE: Jack,

I told Samson you could help.

The case has been assigned

to another policeman.

What, Senior Sergeant Grossmith?

Mm.

He came sniffing around

last time we came to town.

Mr Jones asked him to sort out

a couple of thugs

who'd been causing us strife.

He closed down a two-up game

then he was on his way.

Not the most diligent

officer in the force.

His results

seem perfectly satisfactory.

I assured Samson that you don't

just go out of your way

for the rich and famous.

We generally leave the rich

and famous to people like you.

Why aren't you investigating,

out of interest?

Oh, don't give me that!

(door opens)

What was that about?

Miss Fisher was inquiring

about the carnival murder.

Yeah, it's all in hand.

Perhaps you could use some

assistance.

Constable Collins,

you'll work with

Senior Sergeant Grossmith.

If Miss Fisher

gets in the way of this,

I want to know about it.

Yes, sir.

Grossmith won't do anything.

He just looks the part.

I was sure Jack would help.

I didn't expect much

from the coppers.

They'll chalk Miss Christopher

up as just another dead drifter.

So for your next feat,

you intend to bend me as easily

as you bend an iron bar?

You always could see

right through me.

I understand why you don't

want to go back to the carnival.

Do you think

I'm afraid of ghosts?

I would be.

Look at you. I don't believe

that for a moment.

It's all show.

Then I think it's time

I got in on the act.

Indeed.

Anything with feathers,

fur or fins, Dot!

Bring it all!

Why the disguise, miss?

Circus people

are a very suspicious lot.

They're not likely to tell

the truth to an outsider.

Oh!

Thank you.

So, you caught them red-handed

sneaking under the tent.

Yes. Then your Miss Phryne

gave me a serve.

Said it was my fault for not

pegging down the tent properly.

It was such a good speech,

the boss, Mr Jones,

let them in for free.

Every day she'd try it again,

little sister in tow.

She doesn't talk about her much.

About Janey.

No, I'm sure.

- Too much?

- That's just enough.

Phryne, no!

They'll catch us! Phryne!

It's alright.

Come on.

SAMSON: Phryne. Phryne?

You OK?

You ready to confront the boss?

MAN:

I just lost my main attraction.

The last thing I need

is you falling to pieces.

WOMAN: I can't go back on stage

with him yet.

Then take over the peep show.

No!

That's all I got, Amelia.

I can't just invent

a new job for you.

Unless you've come to tell me

you've struck gold, go.

Sorry, sir.

Just someone looking for work.

- What's your name?

- Fern, sir.

What do you do, Fern?

A bit of everything.

Juggling, tumbling.

Let's see your legs.

Decision time, Amelia.

It's no kind of choice.

Alright, I'll do the peep show.

You'll be assisting Mr Sheridan,

our magician. Welcome aboard.

I won't let you down, sir.

You come from carnival people?

Not in this lifetime.

Really? Cos you look familiar.

People say that.

Must have a common kind of face.

Samson will show you the ropes.

SAMSON: She was working in a

brothel when Mr Jones found her.

They'd treated her

so badly she'd gone dumb.

He showed her she had value,

just like the rest of us.

She wasn't just accepted here,

she was respected.

Well, someone was unhappy enough

to truss her up

in a straitjacket,

shove four daggers into her

and toss in a python

for good measure.

I don't know

what your muscles earn you

but Miss Christopher

managed to save a princely sum.

Well, we all earn the same.

One of Mr Jones's golden rules.

Well, here's the wage, see?

Same as everyone else.

This one big payment here...

Could be extra dollars

for the peep show.

I don't think anyone would

begrudge Mr Jones

giving her a bonus

every now and then.

Rather large bonus.

And a one-off,

by the looks of it.

She was making regular payments

to a Dr Reginald Septimus.

Any idea what for?

No. What now?

I want to speak to your

magician, his assistant,

and the snake charmer.

SAMSON:

Doreen, you seen Miss Parkes?

Shower tent.

This is Fern. She's new.

Look after her

till Miss Parkes gets back.

Safe with me, sweetie.

I just heard what happened.

Is this the one they found in

the box with Miss Christopher?

Must've been awful locked up

in a box with a dead body.

Poor baby.

Half man, half woman.

What a horrible life.

It's against nature, isn't it?

My mum always said that

God let those ones perish.

The ones

that are born not right.

(sighs) Yeah, well, I guess he

let a few through to the keeper.

You've gotta feel sorry

for them, though, don't you?

I don't have to feel sorry

for anyone.

You sound like my Sheridan,

you do.

Breaks his heart

over every stray in the street.

She took advantage.

Miss Christopher?

Crying on his shoulder

every night for hours

about her troubles.

Troubles?

You're a nosy one, aren't you?

What's Jones

got you doing on the show?

I'm gonna be assisting

Mr Sheridan.

Well, you better be careful,

little Miss Fern.

You keep your eyes on the job

and your hands to yourself.

Alright?

I don't want any trouble.

Come on. You're not going to

hell for taking a little break.

Ah, I don't know, sir.

Shouldn't we be investigating

the carnival murder?

Yeah, we'll get to it. No hurry.

Sir, I think I might stay here

and make sure...

Cheer up, sunshine.

All things in their time.

Besides, it's thirsty work

catching a murderer.

- Where is it?

- You bunch of maggots!

Give it up!

You're not listening!

You...

Let me go!

- (groans)

- Hey! Hey!

Well, well, well,

if it isn't the Roy Boys!

You and you, your back against

the wall or I'll start shooting

and I'll keep shooting

until someone gives me a prize.

Let go, Else. Let go before you

do something you'll regret.

- They broke into my place.

- I know.

I know

what they were looking for.

Didn't even bloody find it,

did you?

GROSSMITH:

Keep your eye on the old lizard.

Someone needs to have a word

with these boys

about how to treat a lady.

MAN: Oh, weren't doing any harm.

GROSSMITH:

Got some explaining to do.

Lizard?

HUGH: Lizard?

Now, was that too hard for you,

boys?

PHRYNE: So is a peep show

what it sounds like?

On the way out, the punters can

buy a little something extra.

She didn't seem too thrilled

with the idea.

Miss Christopher used to do it

before.

Made a lot of money,

half man, half woman.

Twice the price to have a gawk.

- (sighs)

- She hated it.

Last week she threatened

to leave and they had a barney.

The boss had to beg her to stay.

So there was tension between

Miss Christopher and Mr Jones.

The boss would never have

wanted to get rid of her.

She was our greatest

money spinner.

Besides, I know Mr Jones.

He kept me on

when no one else would have.

He was like a father

to all of us.

Not all fathers

are kind to their children.

(Hugh laughs)

I wouldn't lose

any sleep over it.

She's a slippery customer and

those Roy Boys are a handful.

Yeah, well, it's a good thing

you had your gun on you, sir.

You can't ask a crook to wait

while you go back to the station

and get a permission note

for your weapon, can you?

No, sir.

Better get a wriggle on

with the carnie case.

These are the files of interest.

Here's a list of names

from people at the carnival.

Just check their histories.

Nut it out.

Try and impress me.

Yes, sir!

OK. Blah, blah, blah, blah.

Have you been drinking,

Constable?

Oh, just the one, sir.

Helps turn the cogs apparently.

(laughs)

If I ever catch you

or anyone else

drinking on the job,

you can kiss your badge goodbye.

Now, get on with that

carnival investigation.

Jones will call for numbers

from the audience

and I'll endeavor to hit them.

Endeavour?

You're not filling me

with confidence, Mr Sheridan.

I rarely miss, Miss Fern.

That looks sore.

I fainted.

When Miss Parkes

opened the cabinet

and we all saw...

Faint at the drop of a hat,

I do.

Can't imagine seeing that happen

to someone close to you.

See that Miss Parkes

finds you a costume.

Good day to you.

Course it was going to go bad.

Couldn't last.

It was stupid to think it would.

This. Will this do?

It'll be fine.

Are you... Have I upset you

taking your job?

Look at me,

blubbering on like this.

I've got no right.

Your friend was killed.

If ever there's a good time

to blubber, I reckon this is it.

It's alright.

A good cry never hurt anyone.

I wasn't much of a friend to her

while she was alive.

Can hardly come over all upset

now she's dead.

Just wish we didn't have words

the last time I saw her.

Think there's a headdress

here somewhere.

My mum always said never to let

the sun go down on an argument.

She wanted to borrow some money.

For something special.

She just needed the last £50.

When she said she was leaving,

I got worried

she wasn't going to pay it back

and I said as much.

She was so offended

I didn't trust her.

So, you see,

I went back there to apologize.

And I saw them together.

I don't know

what came over me.

I just lost my grip on things.

Said Lord knows what.

Who did you see?

Miss Christopher and...

Mr Sheridan.

Miss Christopher

and Mr Sheridan were lovers?

- Sir?

- GROSSMITH: Hmm?

I've been looking through

the files of these circus people

and it looks like one of them

has a prior arrest.

Drunk and disorderly? Affray?

How does murder sound?

Sounds like a solid gold

result to me, kid.

What are you staring at?

Oh, Fern.

Some dishes here

with your name on them.

You wait till Mr Sheridan's

plate comes back too

before you change the water.

No use wasting it.

GROSSMITH: Off you go, then.

You did the legwork.

Er, Amelia Parkes,

you're under arrest for murder.

- I'm ready.

- See?

She knows what's what.

This isn't the first time you've

been arrested, is it, love?

It was all over the newspapers.

You didn't read about it?

"Carnival Killer: Trapeze Wife

Lets Husband Take Death Plunge."

And where did you get this,

out of the ark?

Bottom of the carnival trunk,

as it happens.

Miss Parkes was charged

with murder

after failing to catch

her husband on the trapeze.

But during the trial,

it came out

that she has epilepsy,

a condition she was unaware of

at the time.

She couldn't catch him

because she was

in the middle of a seizure.

That's why her sentence

was commuted.

Which makes

this latest accusation

a masterstroke in lazy policing.

I could be wrong but I suspect

wrestling a victim

into a straitjacket, plunging

in a set of steak knives

and wrangling a python

is a tall order for a woman

as frail as Miss Parkes.

And I assume you have a theory

as to who did the deed?

Two frontrunners.

One's the magician Mr Sheridan.

Very secretive about

his romantic involvement

with Miss Christopher's

female half.

You think

she might have threatened

to make the dalliance public?

Possible.

That's a hell of a way

to keep someone quiet.

But Mr Sheridan fainted

when he saw the body.

Not likely if he'd done

the handiwork himself.

A good faint, like just

about anything, can be faked.

Then there's Doreen, proud

owner of the python in question.

She imagines a romance

with the magician

that doesn't appear

to be reciprocal.

So it was a jealous rage?

Then there's her boss Mr Jones.

He and Miss Christopher argued

when she threatened

to leave the carnival.

All very interesting.

Let me know

when you narrow it down.

I'd like to see Miss Parkes.

To what purpose?

To check that her

basic visitation rights

are being respected.

I am a workmate, after all.

I don't remember what happened

the night I killed my husband.

How can I be sure

it didn't happen again?

You've got epilepsy,

Miss Parkes.

Samson mentioned you take

an elixir which helps?

That's the thing though, Fern.

I'm supposed to take it.

But it makes me so tired, I can

hardly string my words together.

You stopped taking it?

The night I went and saw

Miss Christopher, I had a turn.

(sighs)

The next thing I remember

is being back in my tent.

Did Miss Christopher say why she

wanted to borrow money from you?

I don't like to betray a trust.

Might be important.

Does it have anything to do

with the doctor she was seeing?

She was tired of being

a half man, half woman.

She wanted

to be one or the other.

And that doctor, he said

he could make it happen for her,

for a price.

WOMAN: I want some

bloody justice from you lot!

Come on, Jackie boy! Come on!

HUGH: I told you, he's busy.

I want some bloomin' justice

from you lot!

- Hello, Jack.

- Elsie.

Jack Robinson. He's the nicest

copper this side of the river.

I was his first arrest.

Did you know that?

Really?

Do you remember that, Jack?

You never let me forget, Else.

What seems to be the problem?

Those stinking Roy Boys, they're

still sniffing around my place.

Sir, Sergeant Grossmith

intervened earlier

on an attempted burglary.

Fat lot of good that did.

They'll never find it.

- That's Matty's stash.

- What stash is that?

You swore blind your boy Matthew

had nothing to do with

the Burns Street robbery.

Which, by logical extension,

would mean there was no stash.

My oath.

You know what I'm trying to say,

though.

You know what I'm getting at.

Things'll seem clearer once

you go home and have a sleep.

In fact, Constable Collins here

will take you home right now.

Unless, of course,

you're finally ready

to interview Miss Parkes.

Sergeant Grossmith says he wants

her to sweat it out some more.

He says sweat...

He says sweat what?

He says sweat

greases the wheels

on the fast track

to confessions.

Dizzying insight, Constable.

Don't let him intimidate you

on the way home, Else.

What, this lamb?

I found out why Miss Christopher

needed that extra money.

Are you going to tell me?

I think it's something better

seen with your own eyes.

I thought the man-woman act

was a con

but she was

a real hermaphrodite.

But she didn't intend

to stay that way.

She'd found

a doctor who was prepared

to relieve her

of her additional appendage

for an extraordinary fee.

Ouch.

"Cause of death, asphyxiation."

- The python?

- No.

She was choked to death,

possibly with a rope.

Then the knife wounds,

the straitjacket

and the python

were all added afterwards.

Overkill.

To send a message, a warning.

But to whom?

ELSIE: My place is down here.

We're nearly there.

That's the gate.

I don't see the mongrels.

- (clattering)

- Bugger!

Go on, do something!

(clears throat)

Police.

Come out with your hands in the

air, there won't be any trouble.

Trouble, my backside! You come

out now, you spineless maggot!

I'll give you trouble!

(gunshot)

(breathes heavily)

Holy smoke.

You've shot yourself in the leg,

tiger.

(groans)

(applause)

(gasps)

(circus music plays)

MAN:

Every night's another night.

Come on in.

Quiet, please,

ladies and laddies, quiet!

Complete hush

as our duke and the dagger,

our nobleman of the knife,

our captain of the cutlass

prepares to throw

his final knife.

(drum roll)

(crowd gasps)

Please give your thanks

to our target master,

Mr Abel Sheridan!

(applause)

And our

fabulously fearless Miss Fern!

(applause)

Coming up next...

You must miss her.

Miss Christopher.

I know you were lovers.

MAN: That was rigged!

The same bloke

called out all the numbers.

We have a skeptic amongst us.

A doubter named Thomas!

What say you, Mr Sheridan?

Shall we prove him wrong?

How about we let him

call out your next number?

- 20.

- 20!

(drum roll)

(cheering and applause)

Mr Sheridan!

I'm sorry.

I shouldn't

have gone on tonight.

I understand. I really do.

I had a lover once who died.

Who told you, Fern?

Who told you this?

Miss Parkes.

I went to see her today.

She told me all about you

and Miss Christopher.

It doesn't bother me.

I know it takes all kinds.

Miss Parkes said someone

was giving Miss Christopher

extra money.

Do you know why?

I really can't say.

Cos you're scared of what

might happen to you.

I will bid you goodnight.

(groans)

Little cherub one of yours,

ain't he, Jack?

- What happened?

- I've been shot, sir.

Don't turn it into a three-act

play. It's only a graze.

What's this?

I don't know.

He wouldn't

have meant no harm by it.

He'd just come back to find

his stash,

and he found it,

just where he hid it.

Your son's in prison, Elsie.

Has been for years.

Well, he must have busted out.

Who else is going to leave me

a bag of my favorite sweets,

take the family pictures

from under the mattress?

HUGH: Your son shot me?

Strictly speaking,

he made you shoot yourself.

He made me shoot myself!

Agh!

PHRYNE:

Jones had the most to lose.

If she'd gone through

with the operation,

he'd have lost

his star attraction.

How would I get myself

into a position

to take a peek

through Jones's papers?

No.

The boss is straight

as an arrow.

Then he'll have nothing to hide.

But if, hypothetically,

we were to take a look

through his papers,

where would we find them?

Anything important

is kept in the strongbox.

Could you get into it for me?

He's a good man, Phryne.

I know it's hard.

But good people,

the best of people,

can still be compromised.

(phone rings)

Miss Fisher's residence,

Dorothy speaking.

Where is he?

I don't know

whether to hug you or slap you.

Do I get a vote?

Any truth to the nasty rumor

that you got yourself shot?

Afraid so. Sir?

This is my sweetheart Dot.

If you were any kind

of senior officer,

you wouldn't have sent such

an inexperienced young policeman

out on such a dangerous job.

Hooked yourself a regular

barracks-room lawyer, I see.

DOT: I do know a bit

about the law, actually.

My employer

is Miss Phryne Fisher.

- Detective.

- Really?

Well, maybe you should get your

employer to sort out her facts.

I didn't send your sweetheart

anywhere.

Better drive the old soak home

or we'll have to fumigate.

JACK: I want her

to dry out before she goes.

If you've got time to burn,

you might turn your attention

to Miss Parkes.

I'm officially

turning the clock on.

I want movement

on the circus murder

first thing in the morning

or I'm letting Miss Parkes go.

ELSIE: Lord knows

how he's managed it

but he has managed somehow

to bust out of jail.

He's a clever lad.

I don't think so, Else.

I'm telling you, he has.

You tell them,

go check in his cell.

He won't be there,

I guarantee you. I know my son.

Well, I promise you,

if what you're saying is true,

I'd know about it.

Here, sit down. Right?

If it'll help you sleep soundly,

I'll ring the prison

and find out.

I always liked you, Jack.

My apologies for the roommate.

Underneath the alcoholic vapor,

there's a lady of considerable

intellect and wit.

Unfortunately, waiting for her

to reveal herself

isn't going to be pretty.

(keys jangle)

I finish by ten at the latest

so you could meet me

out the back of the tent.

What are you looking at?

- Nothing. I thought...

- What?

That you and Mr Sheridan were...

You thought that was romantic?

That was about money,

sweetheart.

You don't make enough money

in this lark

without doing a few extras.

Little Bo Peep's

lost more than her sheep.

A class act in the buff.

There's the boss.

Which means that his tent

is unattended.

Sam!

A padlock I could get around

but this...

The boss will know it was me.

It's our only alternative

if we want to help Miss Parkes.

Smells like some kind

of medicine.

Probably animal tranquilizers

from when we had the lion show.

Serialized banknotes.

What does that mean?

Banks only hand them out

to the stupidly wealthy

or people pointing guns at them.

I'm sure there's

some kind of explanation.

But perhaps not the one

you were hoping for.

I need you to take these

to Jack Robinson for me.

HUGH: Five eight six

nine three four.

Five eight six nine three five.

The banknotes are definitely

from the robbery

Elsie's son committed.

But why did

they end up at the carnival?

Maybe Jones had a way

to put it through his books

so they couldn't be traced.

Is there any chance Elsie was

right and her son did bust out

and escape to the carnival?

Put me through to the Parkreach

prison administrator.

Inspector Jack Robinson here.

I want to check the status

of a prisoner, Matthew Tizzard.

He what?

Thank you, love.

You won't be disappointed.

I'm sure I won't.

You're not going to close us

down, are you?

Oh, keep your hair on, girlie.

There's only one way to find out

if your little love show

is breaching any decency laws

and that's for me

to have a little bo peep myself.

I'm sure we could work something

out together, eh?

Whatever you say, sir.

- Slumming it a bit, aren't you?

- What are you doing here?

I think the question is what is

Miss Phryne Fisher doing here.

Isn't that right?

This is hardly the place

for a well-to-do lady detective.

Justice, not money,

determines the cases

worthy of my attention.

Hmm. I'm sorry to disappoint you

but I think I've solved

the murder.

Oh, does this

do you out of a commission?

- What's that?

- The murder weapon.

I'm afraid, for you,

showtime is over.

You want to know where

I found it?

Miss Parkes' tent.

Which only proves that someone

is trying to put her

in the frame.

What was her motive?

Oh, it's not for me to ask why.

No, yours to tie things up

as quickly as possible

and rush to the pub.

You already have one cop

by the short and curlies.

Isn't that enough for you?

Didn't anyone ever tell you it's

dangerous to play with knives?

(keys jangle)

Did you check on my boy?

Not there, is he?

No. No, he's not there.

But I've got some bad news,

Else.

There was a fight two weeks ago.

Matthew and another inmate.

They took him to the prison

infirmary but it was too late.

He was pronounced dead

that night.

That's not true.

The prison sent a telegram

but the address they had

was five years old.

So when they didn't hear back,

they gave him

a pauper's funeral.

That's not...

It's not true.

Did I ever tell you

about my boy?

Always such a loving thing,

even when he was a little tyke.

He's got kind eyes.

He's been in a bit of strife

but he's got kind eyes.

Can I speak to you, please,

in private?

I know

it's going to sound crazy

but the man in the photograph

in Elsie's locket, I know him.

He goes by the name

Matthias the ghoul.

He joined one of the sideshow

attractions, the haunted palace,

two weeks ago.

PHRYNE: I've seen him

around a few times.

The strange thing is,

he's always wearing his make-up.

White make-up?

Greasepaint?

I should have recognized

the smell of the stuff.

Do you mind telling me how

he goes from dead and buried

to running round the carnival?

The lab tested this.

It's animal tranquilizer.

Potentially fatal for humans

but if it doesn't kill you,

its main side effects

are suppression

of the pulse and the breathing.

So they would appear dead.

Matthew Tizzard paid Jones

some of the proceeds

of his bank robbery

for the tranquilizers.

It was smuggled into the jail.

Tizzard takes the drug,

picks a fight,

and by the time they get him

to the infirmary,

he comes over

all Romeo and Juliet.

Henceforth he's dispatched

to the undertaker,

then to the cemetery.

A trick box.

Damned clever.

PHRYNE:

See you at the circus, Jack!

Miss Fisher?

- Collins, get on to the prison.

- But, sir...

Find out if there have been any

other suspicious deaths.

That's what I'm trying to tell

you, sir.

I telephoned the prison.

The only other recent death

was the prisoner who picked

the fight with Tizzard.

His name was Foyle.

A Murdoch Foyle.

You know him, sir?

Miss Fisher believes Murdoch

Foyle murdered her sister.

Matthew Tizzard.

What do you want?

I see the reports of your death

are greatly exaggerated.

It wasn't my idea.

Don't let's be modest.

He was the brains.

Said he'd thought

of a way for us to get out.

I just went along with it.

Who was this criminal genius?

Another inmate.

Name of Foyle.

He worked it all out.

Said he knew about the drug.

Said he'd bought some

from a carnival years before.

Then the magician

built the coffins.

And Foyle?

He broke out? Where is he?

I don't know. We were supposed

to meet but he never showed.

- Where is he?

- (gun clicks)

Ditch the pop gun.

You won't need it.

That's a good girl.

We have a problem.

JONES: I'm just saying take a

minute to think things through.

GROSSMITH: Shut up, Jones.

We're in this mess

cos your freak

wouldn't toe the line.

But you said

it was just a warning.

You didn't have to kill her.

It was a warning

to everyone else.

What did Miss Christopher do?

Go and dig the lady's grave

over by that tree.

The freak got greedy.

One payment wasn't enough.

She wanted more to keep quiet.

It was my fault. I should never

have asked her to help.

The prison guards'll

want to search you.

You'll need to hide these

in a place they won't look.

I wish

I'd never listened to you.

He could always dig two holes.

PHRYNE: Where's Foyle now?

On your knees, Miss Fisher.

What, Foyle double-crossed you?

He didn't pay up?

Where is he? You're going to

kill me anyhow,

why not tell me where he is?

On your knees, now.

- No!

- (gunshot)

Argh!

Drop it, Grossmith! Now!

You wouldn't shoot a fellow

copper, would you, Constable?

I'd shoot a crooked one.

Sam, I'm sorry. I...

JACK: Come on, Jones.

Will Mr Jones hang?

I wouldn't think so.

But it's fair to say you'll

be looking for a new boss.

(keys jangle)

JACK: Miss Parkes?

You're free to go.

Just like that?

Life turns on a pin, eh?

Take care of yourself.

Can't expect no one else to.

And there's someone else

who needs to say goodbye.

Headed back to the lock-up, Ma.

I never thought

I'd be pleased to hear that.

BUTLER: The inspector, miss.

- Did Grossmith talk?

- Foyle's dead.

The plan he cooked up relied on

the bodies not being claimed.

But when his mother

got the news,

she asked for him

to be cremated.

He would have been burned alive.

I'm afraid that means

you won't get your answers.

I already have the answer.

All this time and energy spent

trying to find out

what happened.

When I've known all along.

I was mesmerized by the show.

I didn't notice her go.

And when I did...

Janey? Jane?

...it was too late.

You were just a child.

It was my fault.

No. No, I can't agree.

I dismiss the charges.

You can't.

I lost her, Jack.

I lost her.

MAN: A bit of hush now,

ladies and gents.

Feel the spirit move.

Will she be there

or won't she, folks?

Can we bring her back

or have we lost her

to the great black beyond?