All language subtitles for S01E11 Blood And Circuses

(LIVELY CIRCUS MUSIC)

(APPLAUSE)
MAN: Come on in, my fine friends.

Come in, come in,
and see the wonder of the age!

10 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 -

the 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)

(GASPING AND SCREAMING)

(SNAKE HISSES)

(THEME MUSIC)

(HEAVY KNOCK AT DOOR)

I'm looking for
Miss Phryne Fisher.

(GIRLS GIGGLE)

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, um...
someone I knew a longtime ago.

PHRYNE: Sam.

Phryne.

What a lady you've turned into.
(LAUGHS)

You...clearly ate up
all your vegetables.

I did.

I'm the strongman 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.

All he did was close 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.

In fact, 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 all that about?

Miss Fisher was just inquiring
about the carnival murder.

Yeah, it's all in hand.

Perhaps you could use
some assistance.

Constable Collins, you'll be working
with Senior Sergeant Grossmith.

Oh...

And if Miss Fisher gets in the way
of this, I want to know about it.

Yes, sir.

SAMSON:
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'd bend an iron bar?

You always could
see right through me.

I can understand why you don't want
to go back to the carnival.

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.

(JAUNTY JAZZ MUSIC)

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.

(GIGGLES)

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.

And 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.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

(REFLECTIVE MUSIC)

Phryne, no! They'll catch us!
Phryne!

It's alright. Come on.

SAMSON: Phryne

Phryne, you OK?

You ready to front the boss?

MAN: I just lost my main attraction.

The last thing I need
is you falling to pieces.

I can't go back on stage
with him, not yet.

Then you can take over
the peep show.

That's all I got, Amelia.
No!

I can't just invent a new job for you.

Unless you've come to tell me
you've struck gold, you'd better 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? 'Cause 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.

But 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?

(SIGHS) Must have 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.

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 after
the show 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'd 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, Collins.

You're not going to hell
for taking a little break.

Uh, I don't know, sir.

Uh, 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 this...

Cheer up, sunshine.
All things in their time.

Besides, it's thirsty work
catching a murderer.

Where is it, eh?
You bunch of low-down maggots!

Give it up!
You're not listening!

You...
(MUTTERS)

Let me...go!

(GROANS)
HUGH: Hey! Hey!

Leave her alone.
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.
But you didn't bloody find it, did ya?

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, we weren't doing any harm.

You've 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?

Well, 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.

PHRYNE: Not all fathers
are kind to their children.

(HUGH AND GROSSMITH LAUGH)

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 now, can you?

No, sir.

Better get a wriggle on
with the carnie case.

Ah, here's the files of interest

and a list of names
for people at the carnival.

Just check their histories.
Nut it out.

Try and impress me.
Yes, sir.

OK, bah bah bah bah...

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.

MAN: Jones will call for numbers
from the audience

and I'll endeavour 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 you're close to.

See that Miss Parkes
finds you a costume.

Good day to you.

(MUTTERS) Course it was
gonna go bad.

Couldn't last.
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.

I just wish we didn't have words
last time I saw her.

Think there's a headdress here
somewhere.

My mum always set 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
that I didn't trust her.

And so, you see,
I went back there to apologise...

...and I saw them together.

And 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: Mmm?

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.

(LAID-BACK CARNIVAL MUSIC)

What are you staring at?

Oh, Fern.

There's 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.

Uh, 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?

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 a 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 your 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.

Oh, 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...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.

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.

(BELL RINGS)

WOMAN: I want
some bloody justice in this joint!

Come on, Jackie boy! Come on!

HUGH: Hold 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 stinkin' 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, Elsie?

I thought 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 to be stolen.

My oath

You know what I'm trying
to say, though.

You know...you know
what I'm getting at.

Things'll seem a lot 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 that
he wants her to sweat it out some more.

He says sweat...

He says sweat what?

He says sweat, um, 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.

But I don't see the mongrels.

(CLATTERING)
Bugger.

Go on, do something!

(CLEARS THROAT)

Police.

If you come out with your hands up,
there won't be any trouble.

Trouble, my backside! You come out
now, you spineless maggot!

I'll give you trouble!

(GUNSHOT)

(HUGH GROANS)

Holy smoke.

You shot yourself in the leg, tiger.

(MYSTERIOUS MUSIC)

(APPLAUSE AND LAUGHTER)

(MYSTERIOUS MUSIC CONTINUES)

(AUDIENCE GASPS)

(APPLAUSE)

MAN: Roll up, folks.

Seen the show? See it again!

Welcome to the show.

Every night's another night.

Come on in!

Peanuts, toffee apples, ginger beer

Roll up.

Quiet, please. ladies and laddies, quiet!

Complete hush...
(AUDIENCE FALLS SILENT)

...as our Duke of the Dagger,

our Nobleman of the Knife.

Our Captain of the Cutlass.

Prepares to throw his final knife.

(DRUM ROLL)

(AUDIENCE GASPS)

Please give your thanks to
our target master. Mr. Abel Sheridan!

(CHEERING AND APPLAUSE)

And our fabulously fearless Miss Fern!

(APPLAUSE CONTINUES)

Coming up next, the...

You must miss her, Miss Christopher.

I know you were lovers.

MAN: It was rigged!

The same bloke called out
all the numbers!

We have a sceptic amongst us.

A doubter named Thomas!

What say you, Mr. Sheridan?
Shall we prove him wrong?

WOMAN: Prove him wrong!

How about we let him call out
your next number?

20.

(AUDIENCE GASPS)
20!

(AUDIENCE MURMURS)

(TENSE MUSIC)

(AUDIENCE SHRIEKS AND CHEERS)

(APPLAUSE, MUSICAL FANFARE)

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.

'Cause you're scared
of what might happen to you?

I will bid you goodnight.

(HUGH BREATHES RAGGEDLY)

This little cherub's one of yours,
ain't he, Jack?

What happened?

I've been shot, sir.

Don't turn it into a 3-act play.
It's only a graze.

What's this?

(BREATHES HEAVILY) I don't know.

But he...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 gonna leave me
a bag of my favourite 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.

(GROANS)

PHRYNE: Jones had the most to lose.

If she'd gone through
with the operation,

he would 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.

(SNORES)
Where is he?

I don't know whether to hug you
or slap you.

Do I get a vote?

Any truth to the nasty rumour
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.

I do know a bit about
the law, actually.

My employer is
Miss Phryne Fisher, detective.

Really? Hmm.

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.

Well, I'm telling you, he has.
You call them, 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 room-mate.

Underneath
the alcoholic vapour,

there's a lady of considerable
intellect and wit.

Unfortunately, waiting for her
to reveal herself isn't gonna be pretty.

(CURIOUS MUSIC)

I finish by 10:00 at the latest, so you
could meet me out the back of the tent.

DOREEN: 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

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.

(WHISPERS LOUDLY) Sam!

(LOCK CLICKS)

(SIGHS)

A padlock I could get around, but this?

The boss'll know it was me.

It's our only alternative
if we want to help Miss Parkes.

Smells like some kind of medicine.

Probably animal tranquillisers
from when we had the lion show.

Serialised banknotes.

What does that mean?

Banks only hand them out like this
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're hoping for.

I need you to take these
to Jack Robinson for me.

HUGH: 586-934.

586-935.

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 Park Reach 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.

(QUIETLY) You're not gonna
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.
(CHUCKLES)

Slumming it a bit, aren't you?

What are you doing here,
Grossmith?

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.

Well, 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's 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?

(TROUBLING MUSIC)

Didn't anyone ever tell you
it's dangerous to play with knives?

(KEYS JANGLE, DOOR OPENS)

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.

It's not true.

It's not true.

Did I ever tell you
about my boy?

He's 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 makeup?

Greasepaint

I should have recognised
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 tranquilliser.

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 tranquillisers

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.

(TENSE MUSIC)

It's a trick box, Damned clever.

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.

They said 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 his 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 here,
but he never showed...

Where is he?

Ditch the pop gun.

You won't need it.

That's a good girl.

We have a problem.

I'm just saying, take a minute
to think things through.

GROSSMITH:
Shut up, Jones.

We're only in this mess because
your freak wouldn't toe the line.

But you said it was just a warning.
You didn't have to kill her.

GROSSMITH: 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
will 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!

(CRIES OUT)

(GROANS)

Drop it, Grossmith! Now!

You wouldn't shoot a fellow copper,
now, 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, LOCK RATTLES)

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.

(LAUGHS)

Take care.

MR. 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 mesmerised by the show.

I didn't notice her go.

And when I did...

Jane! 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?