All language subtitles for The Blake Mysteries_ A New Beginning - 01x02

Bruce Beattie threatened you?

Well I did sort of
sneak into his office.

I'll swap you.

It turns out the Mayor approved
all Glen's permit applications

for the past six months,
including Stanton House.

So?

Without the Committee.

What, you think he was on the take?

Well it doesn't give him
motive to kill Glen Holland.

No. But this does.

Bribery, Mr Beattie.

That's ridiculous.

You were personally
approving permits and grants

to Glen Holland for cash in hand.

Which is why you broke
into Mrs Blake's house.

You were looking for these files.

Well you've got no
proof for any of this.

We have a letter here to you from Glen

reneging on your deal
for the Stanton House

and discussing your
private financial agreement.

The man was off his rocker.

Every application I ever approved
was completely above board.

Well given that this is
a murder investigation,

gaining access to your bank
accounts will bear that out.

Murder?

Take him to the cells.

We'll hold him 'till
we get a search warrant.

It won't take long.

Wait. Stop.

I needed the money.

You were on a very good
wicket for a long time, Bruce.

But my daughter wasn't.

Who do you think paid to set up
Brenda's stupid bloody nursery?

What about Evan Butson?

Who?

His mother works for Town Hall.

Did she overhear
something? Find something?

She tells her son and
he tells the police!

Look, I told you.

I took the bribes, but I never
so much as laid a finger on Glen,

or this Evan bloke.

What about the night both men died?

What do you mean Beattie has an alibi?

We have a confession from his mistress.

A mistress?

And a complete lack of
surprise from Mrs Beattie.

Oh.

Well maybe he didn't murder them.

But what about Brenda? Or Don Roper?

Maybe her father called in a favour?

What about Jack Stanton?

You seem to have given him a free pass.

Do we have anyone else?

We have enough on our plate
right now, as I'm sure you do.

Maybe I could go and
visit Don Roper and...

No.

Jean, you've been a tremendous help,

but I think it's time
you left this to us.

Constable Crowe, get me the
address for Roper's Nursery.

Geoffrey.

It's the Edgar Allen Poe fan.

What's that you're reading?

It's about the future.

There's a disease and vampires.

Ugh! Any good?

Ah, alright.

I thought I'd loan you this.

Ray Bradbury?

Oh, you'll like it.

Trust me.

I expect it back.

Nothing worse than
someone who borrows a book

and doesn't return it.

I'll take care of it, I promise.

That's a pretty impressive
bruise you've got there.

Geoffrey! Time to come in!

Mr Roper, how about a
cup of tea and a chat?

Of course, Superintendent.

You're serious?

I told you, I don't want your help.

I know, but maybe you need it.

You want me to be your housekeeper?

Amy, you're a smart girl.

You know things need to change.
I don't want to judge you.

But you will.

Alright, look.

Take the job, don't take
the job, it's up to you.

I smoke.

I'm sure we can find an
ashtray around here somewhere.

Don't mind the odd drink.

Nothing I haven't seen before.

You're just doing this as
a favour for Mum, aren't ya?

In part, yes.

But also because I remember a time

when I felt like I
didn't have any options,

and someone offered me some
work when they didn't have to.

I can't do Saturdays.

And there's no way on god's green earth

I'm washing the Super's smalls.

Hey! Private property!

Sorry.

Go on, bugger off!

Jean, what are you doing?

Two parents died.

Survived by two children.

Mrs Blake.

Mr Carver.

What are you doing here?

I'm not sure I should answer that.

What are you doing here?

I suppose I was curious.

About the places in the articles.

Worried you'd started
something, perhaps?

Well it is a lovely day to be out.

Two people have died, Mr Carver.

But I suppose that sells
newspapers, doesn't it?

Enjoy your lovely day.

Hmm, it's for a good cause.

You know the story of a
whirlpool at Sommers River,

the one they said was
responsible for those drownings?

Mmm?

I don't think it's strong enough

to drag down one struggling
teenager, let alone two.

I don't think it ever was.

Oi! Oi!

That's the amount of suction
you need to drag something under.

Are you saying that Steve
Whelan did drown those two kids?

Perhaps his best friend went in first.

Maybe they'd had a fight,
about the girlfriend, perhaps.

Whatever it was, that
poor boy was struck,

knocked unconscious, fell in,
and after that, Steve panicked.

He had to kill the girl, too.

No witnesses.

Do you think this Steve has it in
him to kill someone in cold blood?

I think we're all capable
of almost anything,

given the right circumstances.

Including killing Evan Butson?

Let me go! You're lucky
I didn't shoot you.

This is police brutal... Arghh!

Listen, that's enough.

You're not keeping me in there. Ow!

Nice and easy. Just
sit down inside, please.

Whelan put up a hell of a fight, boss.

He kept saying the whole
thing was a witch-hunt

and that we were lucky
he didn't shoot us

the moment we set foot on his property.

Ah, very smart.

Two people have been murdered and
he's threatening a police officer.

Ah, Super, not two, three.

We found another body.

And where did you
examine the victim, sir?

In the bathroom, down the hallway.

Her doctor found her.

Diana called him.

She was jumping at shadows.

She thought perhaps
she was hearing things.

The water was still warm.

She'd probably only been dead a few
minutes before the doctor arrived.

She was undergoing some
unorthodox medical therapy?

Psychedelics.

And marijuana, all in the same week.

There's fingertip bruising again.

Someone grabbed her by the ankles,

lifted her up until she
was fully submerged and...

Held her there until it was over.

I'm guessing the basin
was broken in the struggle.

Ah, sir?

The police found signs of forced entry.

She'd obviously run a bath
and the killer took advantage.

The official cause of death is drowning.

There was a significant
amount of magnesium sulphate

in her lungs and stomach contents.

Epsom salts?

Yes. There were empty
boxes in the rubbish.

And, there's something else.

Some coarse, fibrous
material in the water

I haven't been able to identify.

Looks a bit like hair.

Jean.

What are you doing here?

- Oh.
- I called her.

Alice and I were talking with
Diana just a few hours ago.

Who authorised this?

Matthew.

You know I'm involved with
this case, ever since...

Just wait a minute.

Ever since you asked for
my help with Maggie Butson.

I've tried to do this nicely,
Jean, but now I'm telling you.

I need you to go home.

Why? Because I'm a woman?

I'm good enough to break bad
news to a bereaved mother,

or search the Mayor's office for you,

but as soon as it comes
to something like this...

NO!

You're not Lucien.

Matthew!

I'll leave you to it then.

Doctor Harvey.

We just moved him up here.

I don't understand.

Where could he have gone?

You're not supposed to be here!

There he is! Stanton!

Get out! Get out of my house!

Just calm down!

Someone grab him. Come on!

Now!

Argh! Argh!

Get him out of here, Hobart!

Argh!

Alright, come on!

- Arghh!
- Why'd you go back to the Stanton House, son?

Jack!

Really, Doctor?

It's gonna be alright.

Now what happened?

Arghh! No!

I'll ask you again.

Why did you go back
to the Stanton house?

Because he thinks it's his house.

Except it isn't, is it, Jack?

Your fingerprints identified
you as John Ellis Mueller,

not Stanton.

What about Steve Whelan?

We got nothing from him.

Besides, he was in a cell at the station

when Diana Zurvas was murdered.

We had to let him go.

ARGH!

Bloody hell!

Oh, oh, oh, oh! Get off me!

No no, no no, don't! Don't!

Are you alright, Mr... ?

Er, Russell. Yeah, I'll live.

I'm fine, by the way.

Let's get you back to your bed.

I was going to hang these
up before he got home.

I owe you an apology.

At least you said his name.

Nobody else does anymore,
at least not to me.

You lose someone and for months,

everyone walks on eggshells around you.

And then one day, they just expect
you to get on with your life.

Just like that.

But they never say his name, as
though that's what'll break you.

As if using his name is the
one thing that'll remind you

that he's gone.

Not the empty space in
the house, or... this room.

Or the waiting.

Jean, it's been eight months.

The likelihood of him coming back is...

I know.

But every time the phone rings,
or I hear someone at the door...

... I hold my breath.

Yeah, me too.

May I?

I don't talk about him
much. Makes me angry.

Why?

Well, he was the one who decided
to take these private cases,

decided to travel and
decided to go to Sydney,

and he was the one
who chased that lunatic

up to the top of that bridge.

Yes, he did.

He had everything he ever
wanted, but it wasn't enough.

He wanted bigger
challenges, larger spotlight.

We weren't enough for him anymore.

That's not who he is.

That's not why he did it.

He'd have wanted me to look after you.

Matthew, I know I'm not a policeman.

I know I'm not Lucien.

But I can do this.

I know this town better than anyone,

and if there's some way
I can help these people,

or the ones left behind...
then that's what I have to do.

Evan, Glen and Diana,
whatever the connection is,

I just can't see it.

You will.

We will.

Goodnight, Jean.

Have you been up all night?

Oh, I got a head of steam going.

Right, you'd better walk me through
what you've come up with, then?

Yes.

Diana Zurvas hadn't left
her house for over a decade,

- making her a sitting...
- Chicken.

Very funny. It's clearly a duck,
amidst unorthodox treatment.

Treatment Alice says was working.

Mm.

Glen Holland, real estate magnate,
wanted to buy the Stanton House.

Dodgy operator. Several suspects.

Including the Mayor of Ballarat.

Yes. Don and Brenda Roper.

Motives mainly financial.

Evan Butson, found with marijuana.

Good job, dedicated to his community.

Loved his mother.

But not connected to any
of these stories whatsoever.

Well he's the exception.

A good place to start.

Ah, Amy.

Maybe I'll go and put the kettle on.

Good idea, Matthew.

White with two.

If you're offering.

You two need to learn to get along.

There's a fair bit to do in here.

Yes. You'd better get started then.

Now adjust the focus here.

Oh.

This fibre from the jacket
looks identical to the fibre

in Diana's bathtub, I think.

It is, you're right.

Matthew.

- Oh, I'm sorry...
- No, beg your pardon.

- So is this the sample you found?
- It's coconut fibre.

Really?

Yes, builders used to use it
in mortar and plaster board.

So it could be from any old house.

We do know for certain it was in
the ceiling where Jack was hiding.

Matthew, let me speak to him.

He'll talk to me.

You've got one hour.

Jack. Jack?

What are you doing here?

I wanted to make sure you were alright.

Jack, is there anything
you wanted to tell me?

Yeah, I'd kill for a cup of tea.

Russell, do you mind?

Oh yeah, help yourself.

Would you like another one?

No I'm good, thanks.

Two sugars.

Now if I undo this, you
have to promise to behave.

Jack, somebody else has been killed.

A woman called Diana Zurvas.

Do you know who that is?

How would I know her?

Because she was in the paper a
few weeks ago, and so was your...

... your house.

Jack, why did you go back there?

My Mum took me there
once when I was little.

She told me we didn't need to be
scared, the ghosts were our friends.

It was our place.

She's dead now.

I haven't seen this
before, either of them.

Are you sure?

Even if I had, it
wouldn't make a difference.

Just because he can't read
doesn't take him off the table.

The first chance Jack had to escape,

he went straight back
to the Stanton House.

If he did murder Evan,
where did he hide the weapon?

We beat the bush around that
place for a country bloody mile.

- The hospital's there.
- Yep.

Diana's house is there and
the Stanton place is there.

You sure?

That is a pretty big detour
for a killer with no motive.

No, thanks.

Super, that was the War Office.

Don Roper wasn't just Infantry in Korea.

He was a sniper.

We'll pay another visit to Mr Roper.

Poor kid. Gets sick, loses his hearing,

and it turns turns out his
father might be the killer...

Matthew.

Geoffrey didn't lose his
hearing due to illness.

Give it!

That's enough!

He started it!

I don't care who started it.

You boys had it coming.

Two on one, is that fair? Is it? Hey?

Here, retard!

Take your stupid book!

Deaf Geoff! Deaf Geoff!

He's got no friends left!

Don't you touch me!

- Geoffrey!
- Geoffrey.

Geoffrey!

Geoffrey!

I... I'm... I...

I'm really sorry about your book, sir.

I'll replace it.

I promise.

Not your fault, son.

You did nothing to deserve any of this.

And I'm gonna make sure it stops.

Now hang on a tick.
What are you insinuating?

I'm not insinuating anything.

What I'm saying is that your son is
not afraid of policemen or doctors,

but you are.

If you took Geoffrey to a doctor,

someone might see those
bruises and ask how he got them.

How dare you.

That's why he went looking for Evan,

after he found the body in the
Stanton House, and not his Dad, right?

I do not beat my son.

No. You don't.

But your wife does.

It wasn't measles that cost your
son his hearing, was it Brenda?

Hmm?

His medical records suggest
that he'd been struck!

That woman out there had
no right to tell you that.

Is that for me?

- Yes.
- Thank you.

Why would I beat my son?

Because you're just like your father.

Happiest when punching down.

And you, you turned a blind eye
because it's her father's money

that's keeping your business afloat!

No.

No, the Scoutmaster, Evan,
I, I thought it was him.

That's why I went on the camp.

Is that why you killed him?

I wouldn't have used a
bow and arrow in the dark.

I'd have taken my rifle
and shot him point blank.

Come on, son.

Geoffrey.

I'll be visiting in the next few days

to discuss that book that I lent you,

if it's alright with Mr and Mrs Roper.

Alright.

I'd have taken my rifle and shot him.

Big man.

You were lucky he didn't shoot us

the moment we set foot on his property.

I think you might have been
right about something all along.

Ohh!

Oh! Argh!

Argh!

Ow! Ow! Arghh!

What happened?

- I've been shot.
- Up you go, gently.

Oh, you'll be alright, Mr Whelan.

Did you see where the shot came from?

From over there.

See, I told you someone was watching me.

He's extremely lucky.

The arrow missed his femoral artery.

We've extracted it. He's resting now.

I thought we had him.

I think we still might have.

Isn't that a trefoil head?

The same kind that killed Evan?

Yes. And there's something else.

It's a simple question, Steven.

Do you own a gun?

As a matter of fact I don't.

I've got very sensitive hearing.

That's funny, because I heard that
you threatened to shoot my officers

if they so much as set
one foot on your property.

The wound on your leg, Mr
Whelan, is actually two wounds.

The first, where the arrow
didn't go in far enough

and the second on almost
exactly the same spot.

Everyone underestimates the force
needed to penetrate skin and tissue.

Do you think I stabbed myself
in the leg with an arrow?

It's not an arrow, it's a crossbow bolt.

If you were shot by a crossbow
in the fleshy part of the thigh,

even from a hundred feet, the
bolt'd go clean through your leg.

I've been reading up on toxophily.

Someone shot me!

It must have been the
same guy that shot Evan.

It's the same kind of arrow.

Yes, it was.

But that is a detail
that was never released,

was it, Superintendent?

Now, I'm guessing if I
did authorise a search

that we wouldn't be able to
find that crossbow in your house.

But the bolt in your leg?

Its fletching has very faint
traces of a second blood type.

And we're betting that
it's Evan Butson's blood.

You told him too much that
night you went drinking,

down at the pub

about what really happened at the river.

He was gonna tell the police.

He would have told everyone.

All those years trying to hide
what I did, trying to forget it.

And now it's ruined my life anyway.

And what about Glen and Diana?

What about them?

Oh, I had nothing to
do with their deaths.

Why would I lie to you now?

Another one?

Oh, thank you, Cec.

Have there been any more complaints?

Ma'am, I will resign before
I ever ask you to leave.

Is everything alright?

We found the man who killed Evan Butson.

Oh, that's wonderful news.

Yes it is.

But it means whoever killed
Diana Zurvas and Glen Holland

is still out there somewhere.

I don't know what to do, Cec.

Jean. Jean.

You learnt from the very best.

I've spoken to all the suspects.

I've look at all the evidence.

I've even searched all the sites.

Oh, I'm sure you were very thorough.

Maybe not thorough enough.

Fancy seeing you here.

Mr Carver.

Look at that view.

You can see almost all the way
out to the Jimmenholly Farm.

You been to Lovers Lane before?

Yes, I was here yesterday.

I thought the killer
might have been here.

It's just you and me for the moment.

Oh.

What have you found?

Someone's got a sweet tooth.

What is it you're looking for, Jean?

I need to go.

I don't care where it's gone! That
uniform is your responsibility!

Where's Russell?

Jean.

Call the police!

Tell them Jean Blake asked them to come.

Are you sure about this?

The coat that he left
behind with the stains.

They're Epsom salts.

And what do you propose
to do if we find him?

What do you mean?

I mean, even with one arm, how
are we supposed to stop him?

Argh!

Argh!

- Jean! Oh!
- Alice!

Ow!

- Are you alright?
- Yes!

Chief Superintendent!

Are you alright?

Yes, I'm fine. No, I'm fine.

Ah, security guard.

He was wearing odd clothing.

Jack was right.

Well, read him his rights, Constable.

He's out cold, boss.

Well you could use the practise, son.

Russell Payton-Smith,

I'm arresting you for the murders
of Diana Zurvas and Glen Holland.

Er, Jean, we can do this
later, if you'd like.

No, I'm fine.

So what do you need?

Well why don't you take us through it.

Russell.

Russell murdered Diana's boyfriend
back in 1951 in Lovers Lane.

He left town.

But because she could only
remember a man with a hook,

Russell escaped without detection.

Until the stories from The Courier
were reprinted all over the country,

saying that she was beginning
to remember what happened.

Russell arrived back in town

to get rid of the one
witness that was left.

But he needed to find the right
time to kill Diana, and until then,

he didn't want anyone to see him.

So he hides out in the one
place he thinks no one will look.

The Stanton House.

And Glen Holland was in the
wrong place at the wrong time.

Once he killed Glen Holland, he
needed a new place to lay low,

so he camps out by Lovers Lane.

Which is where I first ran into him.

Hey! This is private property.

Then later that night,

he drowns poor Diana in her own bath.

But he slips on the water on the floor.

He shatters the basin and his own arm.

Probably sat there for a while
wondering what to do next.

And then he saw the bowl of mints

and his sweet tooth
got the better of him.

The bowl of mints,
the string of lollies,

the empty sugar bowl on the tray.

He can't help himself.

Russell came back to Ballarat for
one reason only: to kill Diana,

to hide what happened
all those years ago.

But every time he tries to conceal
what happened, something goes wrong,

just like Steve Whelan.

Will that be enough?

The coat with the Epsom salt
stains belonged to Glen Holland.

Russell took it after he killed him.

And if Alice runs tests
on Russell's clothing,

she'll find coconut
fibres, I'm sure of it.

Ah, this was in Glen Holland's coat.

It's addressed to you.

This is why he wanted to
meet you at the Stanton House.

Well well well, look who we have here.

Gentlemen.

As I'm sure you're aware, Mrs Blake,

club rules clearly state that when a...

The Council knows about
your bribes, Bruce.

And about your plans to acquire
the Stanton House for yourself.

Glen wanted me to have this.

It's your letters to him.

Bit of a waste of time, really.

Jack Mueller actually is
related to the Stanton family

on his mother's side, so he
will be inheriting the house.

Mrs Blake, you're hysterical.

No, far from it, actually.

And by the way,

I'll be petitioning the club board
to make some changes around here.

They will never allow female members.

I wouldn't worry, Bruce.

You won't be part of the vote.

One LAST drink, sir?

Television.

Makes it more real,
doesn't it, seeing it all?

It's the way of the future.

I'm told congratulations are in order.

Two murderers caught, three
cases closed, all in one day.

Well, at least the families
have some answers now.

That's what all of this was
about the whole time, wasn't it?

You're one of the
orphaned Finchley children.

What gave me away?

The maths.

And Jimmenholly Farm.

No one's called it that for 30 years.

You were right.

I used the other articles
to hide the one story

that I wanted answers to.

I'd take it all back if I could.

It can't be undone now.

I know I've no right to
ask this, but for now,

if you could keep this
between us, then...

I won't tell a soul.

I've spent my whole life
wondering what happened that night.

I suppose that's something
you and I have in common.

Unexplained loss.

Martin, a little advice if I may.

You can spend your whole
life focussing on the past.

Or you can look forward.

Be grateful for the people you have
and the time you have with them.

Goodnight.

... to be said for the repose of

the soul of the first Roman
Catholic President, a devout man

from a devout family.

Amy.

Decent first day?

Not bad, I guess.

You'd better hurry.

Dinner's ready.

That's way too much food for
three people, if you ask me.

Mrs Blake, the fence is done.

She's not pretty, but she'll hold.

Thank you, Peter.

You'd better go and wash
up. Dinner's on the table.

I've asked Peter to join us for dinner.

You can, um, stay if you like.

Thanks. I've got plans.

There.

This looks amazing, Mrs Blake.

Yes, I think Amy might
be trying to show me up.

Ahh!

Plans change.

Yes, I thought they might,
so I set you a place.

Pull up a chair.

Ah, a toast, to Jean and Alice,
for making Constable Crowe and I

look only reasonably ridiculous today.

To good food.

And good friends.

Stop smiling.

Leave him be, Matthew.

Come on, dig in.

Matthew?

Thank you.

Get our beets first.

Drumstick for you, Alice?

Thank you.

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