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(dog barks)

(dog whines)

I need you to go over this

one more time.

Tell me every word

Foyle said to you.

I told Inspector Robinson

everything last night.

I'm so sorry to bother you.

I appear to have left

my house keys in my car.

He asked to use the telephone.

I offered him a cup of tea

and he talked about history.

I was a professor

at the university.

- Really?

- Ancient worlds are my passion.

BUTLER: I knew there was

something wrong when I came in.

It's not your fault, Mr Butler.

I'm sure he was charming.

- He was.

- You have no idea

what this man is capable of,

Jane!

I know he did something

to your sister.

And if he escaped from prison,

it must've been serious.

(door opens)

- Did you find anything?

- Nothing.

Knocked for two blocks where

we dropped him off last night.

No one's heard of him.

So he could be anywhere.

I found this in the back

of the cab.

Maybe he dropped it last night.

Albert's

Antiques and Curiosities.

Albert's

Antiques and Curiosities.

18 Summer Street, Abbotsford.

- Miss Fisher?

- What is it?

Foyle had an antique shop

before he went to prison.

It's a different name,

same address.

Righto, let's take the cab.

- No. You and Cec stay here.

- But it could be a trap.

If this bloke's as dangerous

as you say.

He is. That's why I want you

to stay with Jane.

- But I'm coming with you.

- No, Dot.

What if Bert's right?

You can't go alone.

Come on then.

Telephone Inspector Robinson,

please, Bert.

Ask him to meet us there.

It's nearly nine.

It says he opens at eight.

Should we knock?

Shh! I can hear something.

(dog whines)

DOT: Poor thing's locked in.

What's he got?

That's a finger, Dot.

(dog cries)

Here, hold this.

Stay back, Dot.

Holy Mary, Mother of God!

So you think

this is Foyle's doing?

It has to be.

This used to be his shop

and Albert Monkton was a

character witness at his trial.

For the defense?

I hate to think what he has

in mind for the prosecution.

Foyle came here for a reason.

For revenge,

or to find something.

I'm more worried about Foyle

paying you another visit.

He won't try that again.

Not with Cec and Bert there.

The shop has been secured, sir,

and the undertakers would like

to come in and collect the body.

No obvious cause of death,

aside from a bloodied nose.

Call them in and see what

the coroner has to say.

Yes, sir.

What about the cabinet

that was broken into?

I need to look around.

- No, you don't.

- Yes, I do.

No, you don't.

You're too involved

with this case.

You need to go home

and get some sleep.

Make sure she does,

Miss Williams.

Come on, miss.

Oh, this is ridiculous!

If I could just have

another look around.

Later, miss.

What's that?

It's Murdoch Foyle.

Hugh!

Is Jack still here?

The inspector's just headed

back to the station.

- Do you need him?

- No.

Not immediately.

I'll just lock up then.

Did the cuts

around the victim's nostrils

remind you

of anything, Constable?

The body that was found

in Northcote last week, sir.

The coroner thought

he was on dope, didn't he?

Cocaine, if I recall.

The coroner couldn't find

any evidence of intoxication,

apart from the damage

to his nose. Here.

"Abrasions to the inside

of both nostrils."

Miss Fisher's convinced

Murdoch Foyle's responsible.

What do you think, sir?

We go through the evidence

like we do with any case.

Of course, sir.

Telephone the coroner's office

to see

if we can view Monkton's body.

And I want to see the Northcote

murder victim as well.

If Miss Fisher telephones,

put her through to me.

Yes, sir.

MAN: Milko!

Foyle's the one in the middle.

This young man on the left

is Albert Monkton,

the victim

we found this morning.

Looks like the Pyramids,

eh, Cec?

Where we camped the horses.

Yeah, Giza, in the desert.

Great place to kick a footy.

Or set up an archaeological dig.

- Who are the others?

- They're younger than Foyle.

Perhaps students. He lectured in

antiquities before the war.

So you reckon this Foyle joker

left it on purpose?

He's baiting me, Bert.

Catch me if you can.

Same reason he left that card

in the back of your cab.

Dot, I need you to go back

to the shop

and do an inventory

of everything in the cabinet.

It may throw up clues

as to what Foyle was after.

- Of course.

- One of you go with her.

- Righto.

- Foyle wouldn't return there

but I don't want Dot left alone.

Besides,

you may need to break in.

I don't know how you managed

to bypass

the reception desk again,

Miss Fisher,

but I am quite happy

to have you forcibly removed.

Who will you call? The police?

Ah, look who's here.

- Miss Fisher.

- Hello, Jack.

I tried to take a nap but

wild horses couldn't make me.

And I've explained

to Miss Fisher

that she has no right

to be here.

In that case, I deem Miss Fisher

my honorary constable.

I've taken a closer look

at the cuts around the nostrils.

They seem to have been made

by some kind of an instrument.

What kind of instrument?

May I say something?

No.

It's hard to say at this stage

but it wasn't

a conventional knife.

But I came across

some new evidence.

How?

After you left.

It was stuck in the side door.

According to Dr Mac,

it's an Egyptian...

It's an embalming tool

for removing vital organs.

Like the brain.

Well, we don't examine the brain

unless we have good reason.

How about to check

if it's missing?

Crack open Albert Monkton's

skull, please, Mr Johnson.

We'll wait.

BERT: Something's missing.

"Silver stirrup ring

in the reign of King Memses,

Dynasty Five, 2600 BC."

- Nothing.

- Show me.

There's a note.

"My darling Vera, me and the

blokes found this treasure

in a tomb near

the Valley of the Kings."

"It's precious and beautiful

like you are."

"Keep it safe

and I'll come home to you soon."

"All my love, your Cedric."

1915. Must have been a digger.

There were some remnants

but most of the brain

has been expertly removed.

- You were right, Miss Fisher.

- The question is why?

I did discover something

inside the nasal cavity

and you'll want this

as evidence.

- JACK: A stone?

- CORONER: Hmm.

PHRYNE: Hieroglyphics?

What about the Northcote victim?

Can we assume

he suffered the same procedure?

All the signs point that way.

Same cuts around the nostrils.

Both had been heavily sedated

with some sort

of paralysis drug.

The nasty thing is they were

completely conscious

during the procedure.

Yes.

Same calling card.

Who is this man?

I've seen him before.

JACK: The first victim's name

was James Waters.

He was an employee

with the registry office.

Worked his way up

from office boy to senior clerk

with hatch, match and dispatch.

Births, marriages and deaths.

Somehow he got in contact

with Foyle.

Here it is.

Educated Melbourne University.

My guess is ancient history.

One of us needs to pay a visit

to the antiquities department,

where Foyle used to lecture.

See if you can

have these translated.

(knocks)

The file on Miss Hill, sir.

PHRYNE: Myrtle Hill.

She was the lucky girl

who escaped his clutches.

I'm going back through the case.

See if anything points to where

Foyle might be lying low.

Miss Hill.

Footscray coppers

said you wanted to see me.

If it's about the rent, he can

wait till hell freezes over,

because that place

was not fit for pigs.

No, it's about another matter.

We need to ask you

some questions.

What about?

Murdoch Foyle,

the man who tried to abduct you.

It was a long time ago.

I can't remember.

Er, Miss Hill, Murdoch Foyle's

escaped from prison,

and we need your help

to find him.

I'm the one who blabbed.

What if he comes after me?

I was waiting at the tram stop

after school

and he tried to sweet-talk me

with tickets to the carnival.

Please,

I'd hate them to go to waste.

I was meant

to take my little girl,

but she er...

she passed away recently.

- How?

- Scarlet fever.

Carnival was to be

her birthday treat.

It's my birthday soon too.

Happy birthday.

So I said he should come too.

We used up all

the tickets on the carousel.

It was late by then.

He said he had a shop where

he sold treasures, not far away,

and if we went there he could

drive me home in his motor car.

But when we got there

he said he was thirsty.

He wanted me to try some of his

special ginger wine

he'd made himself.

Mr Foyle said

that it would be OK

because I was

one of the chosen ones.

He had goblets.

Old ones.

The file says you were drugged.

That's right.

I wanted to leave.

That's when he grabbed me

and poured the rest of the drink

down my throat.

Then you woke up in the church,

you said?

That's right.

I don't remember where.

But I do remember the lady

who rescued me.

She... She had dark wavy hair.

Would you recognize her

if you met her again?

I could have imagined her.

Maybe she was

more like an angel.

She'd come to save me.

MAN: Enter.

Good afternoon.

The desk was unattended.

Yes, academic holidays.

But a good time for my research.

How can I help?

Miss Phryne Fisher,

private detective.

What can I do

for a lady detective?

I was hoping you could help

with some translations.

From hieroglyphics.

These look like debens.

A unit of weight

from the New Kingdom.

An early form of currency.

May I take them out?

Of course.

Yes, seems to be a curious

mix of hieroglyphics,

hieratic script

and the later demotic version,

demotic being

the people's writing.

Well, if you leave them with me,

I can date them properly

and narrow it down.

I believe you know

a man called Murdoch Foyle.

Yes, he used to lecture here

in my student days

but I haven't seen anything

of him for years.

He's recently escaped from jail.

And the police

are hunting him down.

Good Lord.

It was the European spring

of 1913.

Foyle was so passionate

about the ancient world

and it was our first trip

to the Land of the Pharaohs.

That's Albert Monkton

on the left

and that's the young

James Waters.

Fellow students?

We were very close back then.

Terribly excited

about visiting Giza

and attempting our first dig

in the Valley of the Kings.

I haven't seen

James for years,

though I keep

in spasmodic touch with Albert.

- Not anymore.

- Hmm?

Albert Monkton was murdered in

the early hours of this morning.

James Walters

was killed last week,

and Murdoch Foyle

is the prime suspect.

My God.

I can only assume

you're in danger too.

What about this woman

standing beside Foyle?

Her, yes, a fellow student,

Teresa Cavalli.

It's unusual for a young lady

to travel with a group of men

like that.

She was Murdoch's favorite

in more ways

than were appropriate

for a strict Catholic girl

back then.

I need to warn her too. Do you

know where I can find her?

I'm sorry. I haven't seen her

since the war.

If Myrtle was drugged, she could

have imagined the whole thing.

We took her through

all our criminal photographs.

But she didn't recognize anyone.

All she remembers

is long dark hair.

Dark wavy hair?

Hmm.

Teresa Cavalli.

Rhodes identified her

as Foyle's lover.

She could've

been his accomplice.

Or tried to stop him.

Let's get Myrtle back in

and show her this photograph.

I'll meet you at the station.

- Stolen goods.

- What is it?

It's from the smashed cabinet.

According to the ticket,

it's meant to hold

a silver ring but it's missing.

Could be what this Foyle bloke

was after.

Well done, both of you.

That's her,

the woman who saved me.

What can you tell me about

the church where she left you?

This is Miss Fisher.

She's helping us

with this investigation.

Murdoch Foyle

abducted my sister as well.

Two weeks after you escaped him,

Miss Hill.

Did she escape?

- I'm afraid not.

- Oh, I'm so sorry. I...

I wish I could help more.

I wish I could remember more.

You're the reason

Murdoch Foyle's

been locked up all this time.

You've been brave enough.

JACK: Thank you, Myrtle.

I'm scared witless,

to tell you the truth,

now that he's out there again.

Maybe I should go to my nan's

in Sydney.

I hope you nab him.

I'll pay her train fare.

First class,

if you can put her on it.

Of course.

Teresa Cavalli. Italian.

I assume she was Catholic.

Correct deduction.

You might also like to know

the church she was left in

was walking distance

from Richmond Police Station.

Thank you.

Good. Now, Collins.

I need you to find me

a ream of butcher's paper.

DOT: It's the closest Catholic

church

to Richmond Police Station.

PHRYNE: Our Lady of Sorrows.

Bet that draws a crowd (!)

Father O'Leary must be hearing

confessions. We'll have to wait.

We can't.

(shouts) Father O'Leary!

It's an emergency!

Is it an urgent confession

you're after?

No, thank you. My sins are

too many and varied to mention,

and frankly

I intend to continue sinning

so I won't waste your time.

I'm looking for Teresa Cavalli.

- Father O'Leary, I'm sorry...

- Dorothy Williams!

I haven't seen you since you

were a mere slip of a thing,

in the offertory procession

at St Jude's.

Miss Fisher is my employer,

Father, and she needs your help.

She is a Protestant

but that's not the only problem.

I'm looking for Teresa Cavalli.

Her life hangs in the balance.

A gentleman phoned

the presbytery last night

also looking for her.

- Who was he?

- He claimed to be her brother

but I know the Cavallis

only have daughters.

I told him

I'd no idea where she was.

I think it's a lie

the Lord will forgive.

So where is she then?

She's a fully fledged

Sister of Mercy,

by the name of Sister Bernice.

She joined the nunnery?

Back in the car, Dot.

How can we find her, Father?

Oh, you'll have

the devil of a time.

She's in the convent

just across the way.

Thank you, Father.

FATHER: Bless you, Dorothy.

Teresa Cavalli?

Yes, I was once.

I'm Phryne Fisher.

I need to ask you some questions

about your former teacher

Murdoch Foyle.

I believe he abducted

and murdered my sister,

and he has recently

escaped from jail.

I joined the order 15 years ago

and I've had nothing to do with

Murdoch Foyle in all that time.

But I know he was your lover.

Surely you have some insight.

Anything I can help with, sir?

Foyle told Myrtle she was

one of the chosen ones.

- Why chosen, sir?

- Good question, Collins.

Chosen ones, plural,

suggests there were others,

even though he was only tried

for the one kidnapping.

Janey was taken from Flemington,

Myrtle from Carlton,

both close to the university

where he worked.

I want to know

if any other girls

were taken from the same area.

And how wide

should we be looking, sir?

I want the files for

every unsolved disappearance

within a four-mile radius

of the university

for the three years

before Foyle went to jail.

Yes, sir.

All of us were in his thrall,

it's true,

until things soured after that

trip to the Valley of the Kings

where we discovered King Memses'

tomb, full of treasures.

We resealed the grave

and Murdoch swore us to secrecy

until we could return.

But he went to jail,

then the war intervened.

Myrtle Hill's evidence mentioned

a pair of gold goblets.

That was all we took.

Murdoch wanted something

to prove our discovery.

But he was dismissed from

the university soon afterwards

and bought the antique store.

Why was he dismissed?

He became angry and fanatical.

He thought it was fitting

that he discovered Memses' tomb

because they were both born

on the 21st day of Proyet,

when the Nile recedes.

We were all entranced

with the notion

that our discovery

was predestined.

So what went wrong?

Murdoch became obsessed

with the notion

that he was Memses'

earthly reincarnation,

and like him, needed the four

goddesses to accompany him

to his kingdom

in the underworld.

I thought it was just

a romantic notion until...

Myrtle Hill.

I wanted to patch things up

between us

so I went to his shop.

But the door was locked.

She looked about eight.

She seemed happy enough,

trusting.

Until...

Shh!

I took a chance. I got her out

of there before he came back.

She was woozy.

Drugged.

I left her at Our Lady

of Sorrows, hoping she was safe.

But it weighed

heavily on my conscience.

So it was you who sent that

anonymous letter to the police.

Too late for your sister.

All I can do is keep praying

for forgiveness.

Did you know Foyle killed

James Waters and Albert Monkton?

Foyle is looking for you.

You need to get away from here.

I'll leave first thing

in the morning.

He was looking for something

in the antique shop.

He stole a silver stirrup ring.

No, he didn't.

I stole it first.

- Ethel Goodwin. Age?

- 12 years of age.

Disappeared from outside a

grocer's store in Flemington,

May 12th 1914.

She went to buy headache powders

for her mother.

Joan Rosen, aged nine,

disappeared August 13 1913.

Albert told me a war widow had

brought in King Memses's ring

and he'd found a British museum

willing to pay a fortune for it.

Somehow, Murdoch had got

wind of it in jail,

and let Albert know

he was furious.

I'd hoped prison had brought him

to his senses

but when I realized

he was just as obsessed,

I went to the shop and took it.

I hoped to put a stop

to his madness

but he took it out on Albert.

Take it. Get rid of it

or give it to the police.

Murdoch will do anything

to get his hands on it.

We should go.

Do you think

it has special powers?

I don't think

you should touch that, Jane.

You're up early, miss.

Breakfast isn't quite ready.

That's alright, Mr Butler. I

need to get to Professor Rhodes

and have this ring

authenticated.

Morning, you two. Hope you don't

have any big plans for today.

Why? What have you got for us?

Nothing.

I want you to stay here.

Lock all the doors and windows,

the rear and front gates.

No one is to leave this house

until I return,

especially not Jane.

It's beautiful. I've only seen

depictions of it, of course.

PHRYNE: So this would have

been on King Memses's finger?

More than likely.

This cartouche

encloses his throne name.

Foyle wanted

to bring a team back to Luxor

to retrieve the mummy.

Never happened, of course.

So what's the significance

of the ring?

Well, Egyptians believed if your

name was written down,

it identified you

and assured your ascendance

to the afterlife.

And the four goddesses

protected you?

Yes.

Yes, most sarcophagi

have the four goddesses

wrapping their wings

around each corner

to protect the soul

on its journey.

And I have those translations

for you.

They're just notes, phrases.

The first one means

"to dedicate."

And the simplest translation

of the second deben

is "the girl child."

To dedicate the girl child.

So that's what

he thinks he's been doing.

Girl child,

or possibly daughter.

Would you mind

if I use your telephone?

Please.

(phone rings)

There should be somebody there.

(phone rings)

(breaking glass)

(door opens)

Where the hell is everybody?

(whistles)

Give Miss Fisher my regards.

Mr Butler! Bert!

Bert! Wake up!

Wake up!

Oh, Dot. No.

Jane.

Jane?

Where's Jane?

I want more cars out there.

The man's a lunatic.

I don't care what you

have to do to stop him.

Whatever he used

on Albert Monkton and Waters,

it must've been the same drug.

It completely paralyses

within five minutes!

- You said it was the milk?

- It must've been!

He must have tampered

with the bottles

after they were delivered

this morning.

Alright. Let's go through

the facts calmly.

How can I be calm

when the fact is,

we haven't the faintest idea

where Foyle's taken her!

Inspector. I've just had a call

from Our Lady of Sorrows.

Dear Lord, who could have done

such a thing?

PHRYNE: What has he done to her?

And what are his plans for Jane?

Oh, Jack.

These are all the girls,

including Myrtle and Janey,

who disappeared in the area

around the university

over the three years

Foyle was teaching there.

The four goddesses.

Foyle believed

he needed four goddesses

to protect his journey

to the afterlife.

I'm struggling

to make any similarities.

Their paths never crossed,

their ages varied,

different social classes,

different circumstances.

Birthday.

Why is this written here?

He told Myrtle his daughter's

birthday was close to hers.

Of course

he doesn't have a daughter.

But Foyle's own birthday

was the same day as King Memses,

the 21st day of Proyet.

What is that?

Murdoch's date of birth

was the 21st December 1880.

What about these other girls?

What are their birth dates?

Joan Rosen, December 21st 1904.

Deidre Kelly,

21st December 1903.

Iris Fulton, December 21st 1901.

If you add your sister's name,

he already

has his four goddesses.

But my sister's birthday

wasn't December 21st.

- It was September 21st.

- What? I thought...

My father was drunk when

he registered Janey's birth

and he put the wrong date

on the certificate.

It should have been me

Foyle took instead of Janey.

It's my birthday, Jack.

Midsummer's Eve,

same as the others.

I'm Foyle's fourth goddess.

That's why he's after me.

So all he needs now for his

ascension into the afterlife

is you.

- And the ring.

- What ring?

A silver stirrup ring.

It belonged to King Memses.

- Teresa Cavalli gave it to me.

- More evidence?

I took it to Professor Rhodes

at the university.

Foyle can have me,

if he lets Jane go.

You can't go and offer yourself.

Rhodes is the last one

on Foyle's list,

and he has the ring.

I need to go back there.

I won't let you.

- You're under arrest.

- What?

- For your own safety.

- Don't be absurd.

You have no grounds

for holding me.

(groans)

That's it!

You're officially charged

with assaulting a police officer

and withholding evidence.

- (screams)

- Constable.

Remove Miss Fisher's gun

from her handbag

and escort her to the lock-up.

I'm sorry, miss.

I'm sorry, miss.

- I'm sorry, miss.

- You can't do this!

PHRYNE: This is all my fault.

No, miss. Don't say that.

Bert and Cec are doing what they

can and the police are looking.

Please just

try to eat something.

I failed Janey

and now I've failed Jane.

- No.

- Can you imagine how terrified

that poor child must be?

And I'm stuck

in this wretched cell!

But it won't help Jane if Foyle

gets his hands on you too.

He has to go after Rhodes

at some point.

It's just a matter

of waiting for him.

Unless...

What?

Somebody told Foyle

about that ring

when he was in prison.

Who else would know?

Rhodes. That's why he's

last on the list to be killed.

Argh! You have to get Hugh

to let me out of here, Dot!

Jack's in danger!

Would you like some tea, Hugh?

Miss Fisher won't drink it.

Thanks, Dotty.

- Dotty!

- Would you do anything for me?

- Almost.

- Would you let Miss Phryne go?

No, because she's

locked up for her own good,

and if I let her out,

I'll lose my job, Dotty.

Don't... Don't move.

- You wouldn't shoot me.

- I wouldn't want to, Hugh.

But if it means helping Miss

Phryne go and save Jane's life,

then, well, I'll have

to shoot you in the leg.

I mean it, Hugh!

I've been shooting rabbits

since I was 12.

No, you haven't, Dotty.

- (cries)

- Dot. Ah, don't cry.

Please, Dotty,

anything but that.

Don't cry.

It's just Miss Phryne wants me

to help,

and the inspector is in danger,

and Jane...

Come on, then.

Point the gun at me.

Point the...

Hey!

Sorry but Jack may be in danger

because of me.

Take me with you then.

I'd love to but until I know

what I'm up against,

I'd rather

not make a grand entrance.

Miss! Miss! Miss, don't, please!

PHRYNE: Just need a head start.

Professor Rhodes? I'm Detective

Inspector Jack Robinson.

- Inspector. Come in.

- Thank you.

I heard about Mr Monkton

and Mr Waters. Terrible news.

And Miss Cavalli's body

was found earlier today.

She was strangled.

Oh.

No. I'd hoped that she

was somewhere safe from him.

She had a ring

that Foyle was after.

I believe Miss Fisher

left it with you.

Yes. A rare artifact

from the Fifth Dynasty.

The reign of King Memses.

Given it's part

of our investigation,

we'll have to take it

into police custody.

Yes, of course.

Miss Fisher left in a hurry

but I kept it safe for her,

with the rest

of the antiquities collection.

Downstairs.

Here.

These are from King Memses's

tomb as well.

They were ceremonial.

The engravings tell the story

of Memses's ascension

on Midsummer's Eve.

Impressive.

They're part

of my personal collection

but I'll bequeath them

to the museum eventually.

So where's the ring, Professor?

Put him with the girl.

Now we wait.

(groans)

Jane!

Jane, can you hear me?

It's Inspector Robinson.

Shh, shh.

(clapping)

Well done, Phryne Fisher.

Did you like my trail of crumbs?

You can kill me now,

but you'll never see your

daughter or policeman alive.

My fourth goddess.

Your glorious destiny.

If you choose

to accept it willingly.

I would've willingly

given my life for my sister's.

And now I willingly offer it

for the sake of two others,

if you let them go unharmed.

How can you help this man,

Rhodes?

Surely your fascination

with the ancient world

cannot overlook

the murder of innocent girls?

So how did you find us all?

Born on the summer solstice,

same as you.

My former student, James Waters,

was a registry clerk

at births, deaths and marriages.

He led me to you all.

- So why did you kill him?

- Well, he betrayed me.

Like Albert and Teresa. They...

They all tried to steal

something precious from me.

I'm not one to blame, Miss

Fisher. They lost their way.

They will serve me faithfully

again in the afterlife.

It's time for me to prepare

for my journey.

- (gasps)

- Shh!

I can understand

you wanting the glory

of your discovery

of King Memses's tomb.

The golden cups

will be rightfully yours

after Foyle's gone.

I knew Teresa had her fears

when he stood trial

for that abduction

but I didn't think

he was a killer.

And now? After three

of your old friends have died?

I couldn't do

anything to stop it.

I had no warning

with Albert and Waters.

What about Teresa Cavalli?

You could have prevented

her death

if you'd told me where he was.

Yes.

But you heard him.

This'll all be over soon.

He plans to kill himself.

And take me with him.

This time you're an accomplice.

Unless you're planning on

killing Inspector Robinson,

he'll make sure you hang for it.

It's no use. I can't break the

lock and the door weighs a ton.

I need something

to pry it open with.

What about the mummy?

Pharaohs were sometimes buried

with little amulets and jewelry.

Maybe we could find

something in the wrappings.

Good thinking, Jane.

When we drink

from these sacred cups,

you and I

will leave this mortal life

in peace and full knowledge.

First you, Miss Fisher.

Your limbs will grow heavy

but your mind will calm.

And I will help you cross over

to the other side

as swiftly as I can.

Did my sister die in pain?

No.

Not for a moment, no. She...

(whispers) She died gloriously.

Without pain or fear.

And I laid her to rest

with great care.

Where is she?

With the others.

I buried her soul

in the field of reeds.

I buried them all in

the grove of weeping willows

at the head of the river,

each place marked in order.

And you too will lie beside

your sister, for all time.

It's the symbol of Isis,

goddess of fertility and magic,

protector of children

and the dead.

Sounds perfect.

How do I know

you'll let them go?

Jack and Jane, after I'm gone?

RHODES: I'll release them.

Before I follow you

both to the afterlife.

No, I don't trust him.

I believe your word but not his.

- He isn't your loyal servant.

- Make her drink.

Drink it or I'll shoot you now.

All of it!

I meant what I said. Rhodes

is not one of your faithful.

He won't follow you to the

afterlife or anywhere else.

- Quiet!

- He's waiting you out

for the sake of the treasure.

He'll claim King Memses's tomb

- for his own glory.

- Give me the gun.

None of it's true.

The plan was always

that you would precede me

to the afterlife

for your own loyalty.

- Give me the gun.

- No.

(gunshot)

No!

Wait here.

(gunshot)

Phryne!

Phryne!

But you came willingly!

I came willingly to find out

what happened to my sister.

And to rescue Jane and Jack.

I didn't come for you.

I only tried to lead the way.

You led the way to hell.

- Please!

- No.

You're not headed

for eternal life.

You're going back to jail

so you can hang.

Oh, Jane. I'm so sorry.

Phryne.

(girls laugh)

So if that's a true statement

of events as you recall them.

Aunt Prudence

has organized for my sister

to be buried in the family plot.

Janey died instead of me.

So you owe it to her

to keep living to the hilt.

Not that I noticed

you wasting a moment.

Excuse me.

They're asking for you, miss.

My birthday party.

Summer solstice.

Help me to celebrate.

(up-tempo jazz)

♪ Goodbye to all care

and to all sorrow ♪

♪ I'm pushing the blues

out of my way ♪

♪ Life's gonna start

all over tomorrow ♪

♪ Just telegraph

my baby to say ♪

♪ That

I'm all wrapped up inside ♪

♪ Underneath a sky of blue ♪

♪ For I'm sailing

on a sunbeam ♪

♪ On my way to you ♪

♪ Not a cloud

is gonna stop me ♪

♪ I'll be coming right

for you ♪

- More champagne, Mr B!

- (all cheer)

♪ On my way to you ♪

♪ We're gonna get married ♪

♪ Get married and how ♪

♪ Too long we have tarried ♪

♪ Won't be long now ♪

♪ Set the wedding bells

a-ringing ♪

♪ Let the whole world know

it's true ♪

♪ Cos I'm sailing

on a sunbeam ♪

♪ On my way to you ♪