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[ Dog barking ]

[ Breathing heavily ]

- [ Knocking ]
- Someone!

Please let me in!

No! Not you!

Stay away from me!

[ Imitating horn melody]

Dot!

Hope you didn't wait up.

No, miss.
Just starting breakfast.

Milkman sends his regards.

- Thank you.
- [ Knock on door]

If that's François,
send him away.

A girl needs to sleep.

- BOY: Jeepers!
- Can I help you?

I'm looking for Miss Fisher.

You found her.

I got a job for you.
Detecting job, if you want it.

Never let it be said
that I would turn down

the opportunity of employment.

What's your problem?

My brother's gone missing.

Ripped By mstoll

The war is more than 10 years
over, but the suffering goes on.

Please meet Mr. Archie Woods.

In constant pain
and ostracized by his injuries,

it is now possible to restore
Mr. Woods' dignity,

and his life, with the latest
surgical techniques.

And we hope
that the Ladies' Auxiliary

will see the enormous benefit

in continuing to fund
our war victims' program.

Next we have Lady Grenville

with her alternative proposal
for the Henry Grenville --

Help!
Somebody help!

Come quickly!
I found a child.

I found a dead child.

DR. HARCOURT: Excuse me.

BOY: Ned never come home,
since the night before last.

Where is home, Paddy?

Collingwood.

That's how I knew about you,
miss.

You're famous in Collingwood.

You own a gold .38 revolver.

Which I only use
when absolutely necessary.

What about your parents, Paddy?

Mum died last year.

My dad was killed in the war
before I was born.

So where do you live?

There's always somewhere
to bunk.

[ Telephone rings ]

Have you spoken
to the police, Paddy?

Not on your life!

Can't trust the rozzers.

Oh, I can pay you.

Look

And that's just a down payment.

You'll get the rest
once you find Ned.

Dr. MacMillan is on the
telephone for you, Miss Fisher.

Paddy, this is
Inspector Robinson.

Going out or coming in?

Oh, Jack, not all of us
are in bed at 9:00

with a hot milk and a Zane Grey.

No, you'd prefer D.H. Lawrence
and a bottle of cognac.

I want you
to prepare yourself, Paddy.

Paddy, I'm so sorry.

That's -- That's not my brother.

That's Badger.

What's his real name?

You could ask Mary Maddison,
my nurse's aide.

She might know him
from her health-van checks.

What's this bottle-top thing?

I found it
hanging around his neck.

Paddy, was Badger a member
of one of the local gangs?

The Bottlers?
The Bootleggers?

In my day,
the token always represented

the name of the gang.

Bottle Top Boys.

Is Ned a member too?

And you?

He wouldn't let me.

Said one of us going bad
was enough.

When was the last time
you saw Badger alive?

Two days ago.
Just before Ned disappeared.

Dot, I think you need to
take Paddy outside.

Sorry, Dr. Harcourt --

All the excitement's
got to Lady Grenville.

She reckons she's had one of her
turns and needs your attention.

Course she does.

Let me deal with her highness
while you start on the autopsy.

That way I can legitimately
tell her that you're busy.

Thank you.

A lot of money
for a street urchin.

At least he spent it wisely.

- I'll take it up with Paddy.
- Good luck.

[ Sighs ]
Someone meant business.

PHRYNE: Looks like
it's happened before.

Dot, I need to find out
what species this is.

If you could consult
our resident ornithologist?

Mr. Butler?

Who'd want to hurt Badger?
Did he have any enemies?

What about
the other gang members?

How did he get on with them?

All right.

Where would he get money
like that?

Inspector.

All right, just me now.
Spill the beans.

I don't know about the money,

but he would have got
the bull's-eyes

from the Monster Man.

- Who?
- I don't know his real name.

Badger just calls him that

'cause he's half monster,
half man.

JACK: Do you know a boy
called Badger?

Oh, there's a few lads I see
around here.

Part of
the war victims' program.

Not one lad in particular?

One with a liking
for bull's-eye lollies, perhaps?

Oh, one of them did odd jobs
for me sometimes.

I'm a bit forgetful with names.

Yeah.

Yeah, that's right -- Badger.
That was him.

- What kind of jobs?
- Deliveries.

I do hospital errands.
Bandages, prescriptions.

If I'm too busy or my wounds
play up sometimes...

Did you ever pay him?

[ Chuckles ]
Only in sweets.

It's not like I've got any money
to spare.

It's important you tell us

exactly where you were
last night, Mr. Woods.

- I was here.
- Can anyone verify that?

No.
Hey, what's going on?

Badger was found dead
this morning.

Murdered.

To be honest,
I only employed Archie

so I could keep an eye on him.

And despite my best efforts,
he's in constant pain.

So if his thinking
is a little erratic...

I understand, Doctor,

but I'm afraid he's still
a suspect until we know more.

Oh, don't worry, Inspector.

He's quite used to people
thinking the worst of him.

Excuse me.

Paddy's brother disappeared
the same time as Badger.

Belonged to the same gang.

All worrying coincidences,
I agree.

I should take Paddy
to the station,

see what else I can learn.

Good luck with that.

No kid from Collingwood's

going to cooperate
with the police.

What about the one
I'm looking at?

I thought
you were cooperating with me.

You know, the first thing I ever
stole, the police let me keep.

Really?

It was this little brooch
in the shape of a swallow.

I saw it
in the pawnbroker's window,

and I coveted it
for a whole year

until I seized the opportunity.

And you were caught?

Oh, someone lagged.

Ah.

Then you talked your way
out of it?

Well I told the police that my
grandmother had given it to me

and my father had hocked it
for a bottle of beer.

Let me spend some time with him,
see what I can find out.

Come on, Paddy.
Take you home.

Collins?

[ Man exhales slowly]

[ Snoring ]

[ Clears throat]

Yes, sir.

What's going on, Constable?

Sorry, sir. I...

I-I had a puncture
on -- on my bike,

and -- and I didn't have
any patches to fix it,

and then I missed
the last tram home, so I...

I slept...

I'll get back to work, sir.

You might want to put
some clothes on first.

You're required
at Miss Fisher's.

Some clothes.

You said you discovered
this boy in bushland.

Was there
a lake or a pond nearby?

Not near the hospital, no.

Odd, because this is definitely
a duck feather.

Mary Maddison,
the health-van nurse,

said his proper name
was Barnaby Parkins.

Maybe there were ducks
near where he was living.

I don't think any of them have
a proper home, Hugh.

Paddy was starving
when he knocked on our door.

Mm, and I hate to think
when he last had a bath.

When did you last
have a shave, Hugh?

Oh, I missed my turn
in the bathroom this morning.

That's the problem
with families, Dottie.

Overcrowding.

Which makes me think

it's not the best idea
to move into the bungalow

once we're married.

But we agreed with your mother
that we'd live there,

and I've already made
the curtains.

I know, I know.

It's just I still think
it's best that we rent.

If we do that,
we'll never save up enough

for a house of our own.

What if we stay in the bungalow
for a short time --

No.
No, I -- I'll find a way.

I'm the breadwinner,
and it's my job to provide.

[ Door closes ]

Good morning, Hugh.

Morning, miss.
That's a lovely dress.

Oh.
Thank you, Hugh.

Paddy's agreed to be
our houseguest

while I'm in his employ.

I think that's a very good idea.
I'll make up the guest room.

We're heading to Collingwood
to collect his things

just as soon as I get changed.

Paddy, this is
Constable Collins.

If you treat him nicely,
he won't bite.

Help yourself
to as much as you like, Paddy.

Well, you've fallen
on your feet, haven't you?

When was the last time you ate?

This morning.

Well, you're doing
a lot better than me.

[ Exhales slowly]

Ooh. Ooh.

Ooh.

Paddy's brother Ned is about
5'2", sandy hair, blue eyes.

Should be wearing
the Bottle Top Boys symbol.

Whistle if you see him.

[ Babies crying ]

The more things change,
the more they stay the same.

Don't worry, miss.
I'll look out for you.

Come back,
you rotten little thief!

For Chrissake!

That lot'll nick anything.
Lysol soap, I ask you.

He won't be needing this.

You're Dr. MacMillan's friend.
Mary Maddison.

Phryne Fisher.
My assistant, Dorothy Williams.

Hello.

Perhaps you know Paddy.

Thank you.

Any news on what's happened
to Badger?

None as yet.

But Paddy's employed me
to find his brother.

I believe you know Ned as well?

Not Neddy too?

I was worried sick when you two
didn't show for breakfast.

You run the health van
for the hospital?

Do you provide meals as well?

Not officially.

No, I've been a volunteers aide
since the war.

Let me tell you,
if I didn't give them a feed

every now and then,
they'd never let me near them.

When was the last time
you saw either of the boys?

Uh, I'd have to check my book.

Come with me.

Badger was doing so well, too.

Just got a clean bill of health
from the hospital

on his pneumonia.

Paddy, you said
your things were here?

They're out back,
in the stables.

DOT:
I'll go with him, miss.

Poor tyke.

They all sleep out there,
but I turn a blind eye.

Where else
are they gonna keep warm?

G'day, Archie.
Not on your bicycle today.

No, me knees
are giving me grief.

That's no good.
Thanking you.

And you can take this Lysol soap
back to where it came from.

Here we go.

I gave Badger a lice check and
kerosene wash three days ago.

Riddled with them.

And Paddy's brother refused one
on the same day.

What about Jimmy?

Are the cops
looking for him too?

- Jimmy?
- Yeah.

Disappeared over a week ago.
Not even a goodbye.

Is that all, Paddy?

This looks too big for you.

It was my dad's.

[ Footsteps ]

Paddy just told them
the news, miss.

Thank you, Dot.

Why don't you take Paddy home
and get him settled in?

I can manage now.

Now, you've all heard
Badger is dead.

And Ned is still missing.

If anyone knows anything,

it would be better
to tell it to me now

before the police find out.

What about Mr. Archie Woods
from the hospital?

Do you know him?

Badger used to do odd jobs
for him.

Who's the smoker?

Uh, sir, I've been meaning
to talk to you

about my, uh, career
in the police force.

Yes.

There's a junior detective
position

opening up at City Central.

They're looking for someone with
intelligence and enterprise.

And I was hoping
you could give me

more of a running with this case

and maybe write me a reference.

Is there something
you're unhappy with, Collins?

No, not at all, sir, not at all.

It's just the salary is
5 pounds, 6 shillings a week,

which is quite
a substantial improvement

on my current position.

I can see that, but are you
willing to be transferred?

No, sir.

But I've -- I've -- It...

It's just I've...

- It's complicated, sir.
- [ Door opens]

PHRYNE:
Inspector Robinson.

Col Richards, gang leader
of the Bottle Top Boys.

G'day, Col.

Still take four sugars
in your tea?

Badger was killed a week after

he robbed a house
in South Yarra.

Did you send him on that job?

Perhaps this might
jog your memory.

I saw you drop it.

You're not pinning this on me.

Well, you had the opportunity
and a likely weapon.

I never sent Badger
to that house.

I never even seen him
that night.

Did he work for himself
or for someone else?

So he was moonlighting.

A gang member gone rogue.

Now we have a motive too.

Did you want to make an example
of him to the other boys?

I didn't kill Badger.

If you've got no way of proving
it, you can't keep me here.

You can go for now.

Uh!
We're keeping the knife.

[Trolley bell dings]

Badger was working for
Archie Woods, doing odd jobs.

And those bull's-eyes
wouldn't have lasted a minute

in the pocket of a hungry boy,

so he must have seen Archie
not long before he died.

I'm loathe to harass a man
like that unless we're sure.

So am I.

But perhaps
Mr. Woods needs help

now that he's lost
his messenger boy.

Will it get anyone else
in strife?

Only the person who hurt Badger.

And who might have hurt Ned?

Well, let's hope not.

Hey, mister?

WOODS:
What do you want?

I'm all out of lollies,
if that's what you're after.

I'm a friend of Badger's.

I was a friend of Badger's.

He told me he used to do
some jobs for you.

I was wondering
if I could do those jobs now.

I don't know
what you're talking about.

I'm fast and I'm good.

And I don't charge much.

Maybe just enough to get a pie,
and that's all.

Come with me.

He said he'd give me threepence
for each delivery.

Thank you, Paddy.

Can you please
wait for me outside?

Now, I expected to find
necklaces and silverware,

not vials of morphine.

But they're all there.

Help yourself.

Oh, Miss Fisher --

It's water.

He's been replacing the contents
to avoid suspicion.

Just wait till Lady Grenville
gets wind of this.

I won't be rushing to tell her.

We won't be charging you,
Archie.

Let's just keep this between us.

Right now we just want to know
about Badger.

All right.

I sent him on a job
the day before.

He was meant to come back
with the cash.

What happened?
Did something go wrong?

Another digger
put one over on him.

Paid him in medals.
Told him it was real gold.

So you were angry at Badger?

Yeah, course I was.

He was always letting people pay
with bits of rubbish,

then I got to go flog 'em
to the pawnbroker for a song.

How angry were you, Archie?

He riled me up.
Huh!

It wasn't all one way.
He had a mouth on him, that kid.

Did he threaten to tell the
hospital what you were doing?

I should never have trusted him.

Look, I just want to
be left alone.

Just get out.

- Everyone, get out!
- Archie, calm down.

Archie, you need to tell us
what happened, even if it's bad.

- No!
- Is everything all right?

Aah!
You're not taking me alive!

Archie, no!

Aah!

Archie.

[ Shouts indistinctly]

Leave me!

It's over now, Archie.

It's over now.
Shh.

I can't interview him
in this state.

Dr. MacMillan's given him
something to calm him down.

Poor man.

I've asked for a comparison of
the bayonet with Badger's wound.

But it doesn't look good
for Mr. Woods.

If Badger was threatening
to reveal his drug theft,

he had an obvious motive.

I wonder if Mary Maddison
is one of his customers.

He delivered a parcel to her
at the health van.

Hospital supplies?

Well, she gave him a smaller
package in return, maybe cash.

Whatever it is,
there's something going on.

What happened to your scarf?

Oh, Archie Woods.

Still, it's better than
puncturing my throat.

Looks like he made an attempt.

Oh, it's nothing.

I'm sure he's not the first man
who wanted to wring my neck.

No.

[ Footsteps ]

Sorry, miss.

Oh, Dot, where are you off to?

Hugh's taking me
to the pictures.

Oh, he didn't tell you?

He's taken
an extra shift tonight

to impress
the chief commissioner.

Why?

I assume it's to do with

this promotion he's chasing
at City Central.

What promotion?

Excuse me!

I'm looking for
one of the Bottle Top Boys.

A boy named Ned.

Oh! Gee!

Hey!

Gah!

BUTLER:
More tea, Mr. Paddy?

Yes please, Mr. B.

This brew's even better
than your last one.

Dorothy.

I thought you were supposed to
be at the pictures.

Hugh had to work.

So I'll be able to
work on your jumper.

How much longer do you reckon
it'll take?

I need to get back out there
and look for Ned.

Well, there's a fair bit
of work involved.

I've had to unravel
your old jumper

and knit a new one your size.

I'll give you till tomorrow.

Well, that's very generous
of you.

But right now
you should be in bed, young man.

Go on. Scoot.

Hugh certainly is spending
a lot of time on this case.

I just found out
he's chasing a promotion

at another police station.

Well, that's not
such a bad thing.

But why would Hugh leave
Inspector Robinson,

even for a better job
with more money?

And why doesn't
the inspector stop him?

Hugh must do what he thinks
is right, Dorothy.

And Inspector Robinson
would never stop him,

just as Miss Fisher
would never stop you

from pursuing your dreams,

even if she missed you terribly.

I just wish Hugh
had shared his dreams with me

instead of hearing about them
from the inspector.

Perhaps he wanted
to surprise you.

[ Door closes ]

Come in and tell me
what's wrong.

Lady Grenville
heard about Archie.

She announced
to the entire Ladies' Auxiliary

that he's been locked up
for murder.

Well, I hope you told her
that he's only being questioned.

So he hasn't been charged?

That's a relief.

But if he is charged,
it would help us enormously

if it didn't happen
until after tomorrow.

That's when
the Ladies' Auxiliary make

their final decision on funding
the war victims' program.

So it's all right
if he's hanged,

just not yet.

No one wants him to hang,

but we are talking about
one life

compared to a program
that benefits hundreds of lives.

I keep forgetting
you're a scientist.

Here's to the death
of medical progress.

You could try one
last-ditch remedy, Dr. Harcourt.

It's called socializing.

Lady Grenville might be opposed
to your war victims' program,

but she's certainly not opposed
to your charms.

Neither are the other ladies.

I try not to encourage them.

Well, that will only make you
more attractive.

- Are all women so contrary?
- Without exception.

You just need to give them
a little hope.

Accept an invitation or two.

Or perhaps offer one.

Care to join me for supper
tonight, Miss Fisher?

You are a fast learner.

Excuse me, miss.
Did Paddy sneak down here?

I thought he was in bed.

So did I.

[ Bushes rustling ]

Who's there?

Ah!
Police! Stop!

Hey!

Come here!

Get up!
Get up.

Empty your pockets!
Empty your pockets, Paddy, now!

Is that your brother?
Is that Ned?

PADDY: That's Jimmy.

They've taken Jimmy
to the hospital.

They need to find out
what happened to him.

Jimmy wasn't like one of us.

He lived on the streets,
but he still had his mum.

He joined the gang
so he could make money for her.

Will someone let her know?

Of course.
Don't worry about her.

Don't worry about Ned either.
We'll find him.

I know Ned's still alive.

And I didn't steal
that necklace.

Ned left it for me
in the drainpipes

at the back of the stables.

It's our secret place where
we hide things for each other,

and nobody else knows.

What necklace?

It's one of the items
Badger stole

from the Como Avenue house.

I found it in Paddy's pocket.

It's over now, Archie.

Perhaps Badger wasn't
working alone that night.

MADDISON:
Can I be of assistance?

The neighbors said they heard
someone poking around in here.

I'm still looking for Ned.

I thought I saw something
in here.

There's not a lot of places
to hide.

These are
very beautiful earrings.

Where did you get them?

They're just paste, I'm afraid.
They were a gift.

Not exactly a gift.

I bought them off
one of the boys as a favor.

His mother had passed, and he
was selling off her things.

Well, unless his mother
lived in Como,

I think you'll find
that they're stolen property.

Perhaps along with
the rest of these "gifts."

The earrings are a match
for a police listing.

All right, I had my doubts.

I never asked any questions,
so I never knew for sure.

And I only ever did it to make
more money for the health van.

And our Mr. Archibald Woods --

What does he have to do with
this little cottage industry?

Nothing bad.
He just pawns them for me.

And who steals them for you?

I never knew
anything was stolen.

I told you.

But if it were stolen,

who do you think
would have done it?

Col Richards is the ringleader.

Never even seen
them jewels before.

Stolen by Badger
a week before he died.

Mary Maddison says
she got them from you.

She's lying.

And now another member
of your gang shows up dead.

Was Jimmy moonlighting
as well, Col?

Jimmy?

His body was dumped.

[ Knock on door]

Sir, I thought
you should see this.

Thank you, Collins.

The bayonet is not a match
for Badger's wound.

You can release Mr. Woods,
Collins.

And in a report
from City Central,

it seems that our Col
is the number-one suspect

in a recent assault
with a deadly weapon --

To wit, a knife.

That knife you had earlier
is no weapon for a gang leader.

Where's your real knife, Col?

It's Mary Maddison's word
against mine.

What makes you think
she's such an angel?

Eh!

What on earth's going on,
Collins?

What are you doing
sleeping in the police car?

Uh, because the cells
are full, sir.

Why aren't you sleeping
in your own bed?

I can't.

My mother threw me out after
I converted for the wedding.

Couldn't bear having a tyke
under her roof, she said.

Does Dot know?

I don't want her to know.

We'll be right back
where we were,

with her family trying to
convert me,

my family trying to convert her.

Dot'll want to call off
the whole wedding.

It's why I need
this promotion, sir.

Buy a place of my own.

I, uh, went back to the stables
and found this.

The stash where Paddy said
Ned left him things.

There's dried blood on it and
what looks like a fingerprint.

And another thing.

This report came through

from Dr. MacMillan last night
after you left.

The second boy, Jimmy, died
a week ago from septicemia.

- From what?
- Infected knife wound, sir.

Excellent work, Collins.

Thank you, sir.

[ Up-tempo jazz music plays]

[ Laughter]

I'm beginning to believe he'll
secure that funding after all.

Even Paddy's
turning on the charm.

Well, you'll be pleased to know,
Miss Fisher,

I have now accepted
two luncheon invitations,

a soiree, and a tea dance,
whatever the hell that is.

That's very brave of you,
Doctor.

Especially when none of them
are the companion of my choice.

[ Telephone rings ]

Are you any closer
to finding out

who's killing these boys?

It could be a simple case
of gang warfare.

But I'd think twice
about having Mary Maddison

run your health van for you.

Excuse me, miss.
The inspector has telephoned.

It's poor Mr. Woods.

Jack?

The hospital staff
found him this morning.

- Poor Archie.
- Liquid morphine.

JACK:
There are other empty bottles.

Looks like it was
self-administered.

An overdose.

Or somebody
wants us to think that.

DR. HARCOURT: Good God.

Looks like an infection.
The tissue's necrotic.

I performed another graft
a week ago.

It looks like
it's been rejected.

He must have been
in terrible pain.

I'm gonna go and break
the news to Mary Maddison.

She'll take it hard.

Excuse me.

And Hugh found this last night,
hidden behind the stables.

Single-edged blade.

Right blade width, with some
slight serration here.

I'd say that's a match.

Both members of the same gang.

Both carrying knife wounds
and scars.

But Jimmy was copping it worse.

It isn't right to die so young.

But it isn't right to live
so violently either.

Yes, I've got that number.
I'll wait. Thank you.

Do you recognize this, Paddy?

Do you know who it belongs to?

Someone is targeting
the boys, Paddy.

Badger and Jimmy are gone,

but we need to find who it is
and put them away

before they can hurt
anyone else.

It was one of Cal's.

Thank you.

And what about my brother?

What about your special place,
where he left you the necklace?

At the stables?

I think it's time that you left
Ned something in return.

Some of those cheese scones?

Good idea.
Come on.

HUGH:
Yes, thank you.

I'll let the inspector know.
Goodbye.

Sir, we've just had
a report through.

The bloody fingerprints
on the knife --

They're not Col Richards'.

What if he doesn't show?
What if someone got to him?

Let's just wait and see.

PADDY: That's him!

Ned! Ned!

- Paddy.
- Ned!

PHRYNE:
Stay where you are.

Why'd you bring someone?
Who's she?

Miss Phryne Fisher,
the detective from Collingwood.

You shouldn't have
done that, Paddy.

I can't stay here now.

Ned, you don't need to worry.
We know you didn't do it.

Stop there!
Hey!

Edward O'Connell,
you're under arrest

for the murder
of Barnaby Parkins,

also known as Badger.

- Jack, what is this?
- NED: It's not true!

Ned's fingerprints
were found on the knife.

We matched them to his records.

No, Cal's the one,
and you said so!

No, Paddy!

I didn't mean to, but I done it.

I killed Badger.

- Did you bury him here?
- No. I didn't bring him here.

But Col sent you to find Badger

after he discovered he'd been
doing jobs on the side.

He wanted me to put
the frighteners on him,

and he gave me his knife.

Said he'd throw me
out of the gang

if I didn't put the fear of God
into him.

[ Speaking indistinctly]

Give it here!

Come and get it!

I just left him there.

Jack, this isn't right.

Ned's confessed
to stabbing the boy.

- His prints are on the knife.
- PADDY: No!

JACK:
I have to take him in.

I thought I could trust you
because you were one of us.

But you're not!

You were supposed to help,

and now they're gonna hang him,
and it's all your fault!

- I hate you!
- Paddy!

Paddy, wait!

- Sir?
- Wait in there for me.

Jack, something's missing.
What about Jimmy?

Surely you don't believe
Ned did that to him?

- HUGH: Sir, Mary Maddison.
- What about her?

The Voluntary Aid Detachment
in New South Wales

don't have a match
for Mary Maddison,

but they've been trying to
locate a Velma Mary Ferguson

for the last couple of years.

Where's the wanted-persons file,
Collins?

Let's see.

Velma Mary Ferguson.

Wanted for the murder
of her husband.

Mary bleaches her hair.

What about the scar
on her cheek?

She's had a birthmark removed.

New South Wales Police are
on their way to extradite you

for the murder
of Arthur Ferguson.

He was a cruel bastard.

Well, you could have left him.

It was self-defense.

How did you really come across
those jewels that Badger stole?

Was it Col who sold them to you?

You help us, Velma,
and we may be able to help you.

Col had nothing to do with it.

I just never liked him.

It was Badger.

He was a cheeky kid.

But smart.

He did the job for me
at Como Avenue,

brought the stuff back to me,
and I paid him.

That was the last time
I saw him.

Your birthmark.
You had it removed.

Dr. Harcourt helped me out.

A favor for a favor.

He gave me a new face, and I was
happy to look after his van.

We've been so blind.

Ned has confessed to stabbing
Badger, but not to burying him.

He was bleeding but very much
alive when Ned left him,

which begs
a very large question.

Mac, do you mind taking another
look at the wound for me?

How lethal does it look?

That's odd.

The position of the wound.

It doesn't look like the blade
penetrated any major organs.

No? Then what was
the cause of death?

Something that didn't leave
much of a mark.

So not strangulation?

No.

What about...

...suffocation
with a feather pillow?

Possibly.
Harcourt, I thought --

Let's just say that Badger was
suffocated after he was stabbed

and then he was buried,

possibly by someone a little
more able-bodied than young Ned,

which explains how he ended up
deceased in a grave,

but not why.

The answer lies here.

But Archie died
of an accidental overdose.

We've established that.

Not without any doubt.

But before he died,

you performed
a number of skin grafts

in an attempt to repair
the damage done to his face.

A successful skin graft
requires healthy skin

from elsewhere
on the patient's body.

Am I right, Mac?

Yes, it does.

But Archie's entire body
was burned.

There's no graft site.

Which means the skin
for his operations

came from somewhere --

Or someone else.

These aren't wounds
from a knife fight,

are they, Dr. Harcourt?

You were using Jimmy and Badger
as your guinea pigs.

I didn't have a choice.

Men like Archie,

they need skin from other
donors, and I paid the boys.

I paid them well.

They knew what they were doing.
It was perfectly safe.

But Jimmy didn't take the sulfur
like I told him.

PHRYNE: No, he didn't.

He lived on the street,
in filth,

and he was only a child.

He took your money, but he
forgot about everything else.

- What about Badger?
- Yes, what about Badger?

Did he come to you for help
after he was stabbed?

He came to the hospital but he
wouldn't let me touch him.

I tried to help him, but he just
started threatening me.

BADGER: No! Get off me!
Get away!

I'll tell them what you did!
I'll tell them everything!

DR. HARCOURT:
Come back here!

BADGER:
Get off me!

DR. HARCOURT: Quiet!
Be quiet!

I wasn't going to let him
ruin everything.

Not after all the years
I've spent on my work.

You understand.

This kind of surgery,
it's revolutionary.

Donor skin -- perhaps one day
donor organs.

This is a new frontier,

and the rewards
surely outweigh the risks.

You said it yourself --
One life to save many.

What have you done with Paddy?

I never touched him.
I don't know where he is.

What a waste
of a brilliant mind.

Oh, I want you to know, Collins,

that I was very impressed
with your efforts on this case.

Thank you, sir.

You showed great enterprise,

and one day I think you'll make

an excellent senior constable.

One day, sir?

I don't think there's any point

in applying for the position
at City Central.

You don't think I'm ready?

The job's already gone, Collins,

to the nephew
of the deputy commissioner.

It's not right,
but it's the way it is.

If it's any consolation,

I'm very happy
you'll be staying here.

Yes, sir.
Thank you.

[ Door closes ]

[ Door opens, closes ]

Look out, Hugh!

I know I was upset about missing
the pictures the other night,

but I wanted to say
that I will support you

in whatever you want to do.

Thank you, Dottie.

You're letting me pursue
my dream

of working with Miss Fisher,

and you should have your dream
as well,

whether it's renting a house
or getting a promotion.

Dreams are for dreamers, Dottie.

They're not practical.

But everybody
has to have a dream.

Not me.
I'm wide awake now.

I'm busy, Dottie.
I don't have time to chat.

You don't look busy.
Where's the inspector?

This has nothing to do
with the inspector!

I just told you I'm busy.

All right?

[ Door opens, closes ]

- Excuse me, sir.
- JACK: Yes?

I'd like to hand in
my resignation

from the police force.

[ Gasps ]

I heard you caught
the real killer.

I'm not angry with you anymore.

I'm glad to hear
I've been forgiven.

Can I have a go at your gun?

Not on your nelly!

Now clean this up
and come downstairs.

I've got a surprise for you.

A perfect fit.

Thank you.

And thank you, miss.

I had some doubts,
but you came good in the end.

In fact, I was, uh --
I was just wondering --

When I'm 18,
how old are you gonna be?

[ Door opens ]

JACK: Here he is.

You look like
you're off to church.

- Now, that's an idea.
- Time to go.

Oh, no.
We're having lemonade first.

It's a celebration.
Mr. B?

What are your plans now, Ned?

The inspector said
I got a good chance at probation

for what I done to Badger.

So he's quitting
the Bottle Top Boys,

and he's going to look
for a job.

That's wonderful.

If you've won over the
inspector, you're halfway there.

I'm sure that Mr. Butler
can put you to work

if you have any trouble.

Oh, as long as we lock up
the silver, miss.

Come along, boys.
I have a job for you.

Don't worry, Dot.

I'm sure Hugh will be
back on deck in no time.

He talked to you?

I refused to accept
his resignation.

Told him
to have a think instead.

He's been under a lot of strain,
missing out on his promotion

and his mother throwing him out
because he's converted.

Fishing will be the perfect
thing to clear his head.

His mother threw him out?

How long have you known?

Not long.

Uh, I'm sorry, Miss Williams.
I thought you knew.

Cake is served
in the dining room, everyone.

It's all right, Inspector.
It's not your fault.

I hope you're right
and Hugh comes to his senses.

He will if I have anything
to do with it.

Young Paddy must be
a satisfied customer.

I believe so.
He just proposed to me.

It takes a brave man
to propose to you.

- Ah. Or a very foolish one.
- Mm.

I found something for you when
we raided Mary's health van.

Am I the receiver
of stolen goods?

No.
More lost property.

If the owner comes forward,
I'll send them your way.

They can fight me for it.

It's true,

about your father hocking
your grandmother's brooch.

A lemonade toast.

To the children we were.

To the adults we've become.

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