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MAN: Please.

Where is it?

Where's the money?

Please.

Wait.
Wait, wait!

Aaaah!

[ Body thuds ]

What about...

this one?

That's the Luger.

Excellent.
Which Luger?

The 1908 semiautomatic.

Which means?

Compared to the 1896 Mauser,
it has greater accuracy.

Also, the Luger magazine
holds 8 bullets

compared to 10 in the Mauser.

It's very important information.

Especially if someone's just
fired eight bullets at you.

Mr. Butler, I can't seem to find
the Mauser anywhere.

Didn't you take it
to Lakes Entrance, miss?

So I did.

Must still be
in the overnight bag.

[ Door opens ]

Good morning, Mrs. Stanley.

PRUDENCE:
Good morning, Albert.

Good Lord!

Is it really necessary
for everyone in this household

to brandish a weapon?

Sorry, Mrs. Stanley.

Is everything all right,
Aunt Prudence?

Could we have a word?

In private?

This is a very delicate matter.

I had to wrestle
with my conscience

as to whether
to tell you at all.

This telegram
is addressed to me.

"Dearest Prudence.
Temporary financial problems.

Need urgent loan.
Any amount will help.

Your loving sister, Margaret."

I made sure
that Father wired her money

before I put him on the boat
to England.

He'll be there
in a couple of weeks.

It's obviously
one of Henry's antics.

Why wouldn't Mother telegram me?

To preserve
your father's dignity, no doubt.

She knows that horse has well
and truly bolted with me.

I beg your pardon, miss.

The inspector's
on the telephone.

He needs your assistance
at a crime scene.

Let me get
to the bottom of this, Aunt P.

Thank you.

[Sighs]

- [ Trolley bell dings]
- Don't dawdle, Dot!

Jack.

Miss Fisher.
Miss Williams.

Good morning, Miss Williams.

Constable Martin.

Fell, jumped, or pushed?

Frank McNabb.
He was the concierge.

PHRYNE:
Foreign cigarettes.

Looks like a knife wound.

Inflicted last night, perhaps,
in some sort of scuffle?

Do you know what floor
he fell from?

No, not yet.

We found this beside the body.
Constable.

Read the label, please.

"Property of
Miss Phryne Fisher."

JACK: The safe was robbed
last night,

but nothing else
seems to have been taken.

WOMAN: There's nothing else
worth much in there.

Who has access to the keys?

Just myself and Frank.

The concierge.

You didn't open it?

We never open the safe at night.
It's house policy.

The blood on the floor
would suggest

your concierge
tried to fight off the robber.

Blood leads to...

Where do these stairs lead?

The rooftop.

So McNabb snatched the bag
and made a run for it upstairs?

In which case, the robber
followed McNabb to the rooftop,

took the contents of the bag,
and shoved him over the edge.

The question remains,
Miss Fisher --

Why was a bag with your name
on it the only one robbed?

May I look
at your guest register, please?

[Woman laughing ]

Shh!

Phryne, my dear!

What are you doing
at the Grand Hotel?

Well, I know it's not the most
salubrious of surroundings --

You're meant to be on a ship
steaming around the cape.

I missed the boat.

As it happens, you've caught me
at a bit of a bad time.

You see,
the lovely Edith here --

- ENID: It's Enid.
- What?

It's Enid.

Yes,
was just servicing the room,

and I stupidly spilled champagne
on her dress.

- It's all sorted now, Baron.
- Does Mother know?

Well, I didn't want to
trouble her.

You know she doesn't like to
fuss over minor details.

Her nerves.

I'm sorry, Jack.

I don't think I can bring myself

to assist you with this case
after all.

How could he have missed
that boat?

I saw him walk up the gangplank.

I watched the purser
check his ticket.

I should have stood guard
on the dock

and waited for the boat
to clear the bay!

[Sighs]

What's that smile?

- He outsmarted you.
- He did not outsmart me.

He behaved in a way
that no reasonable human being

would behave.

All right, he outsmarted me.

And I have to admit
a grudging admiration for that.

But given Fisher the elder

seems even more resourceful
and unpredictable

than Fisher the younger,

how can I investigate
this case without you?

[ Door opens, closes ]

All right.
I'll assist.

But what?

But you need to understand
that my father

is not as charming and harmless
as he appears to be.

[ Door opens ]

Ah, Lord Fisher.
Would you mind taking a seat?

Oh, no airs and graces
between us, Jack.

Please just call me Henry.

Now, what's all this about?

- There was a murder last night.
- HENRY: A murder?

Concierge. Frank McNabb.
Did you know him?

A little.
Seemed a nice enough fellow.

It appears he was killed
as the result of a robbery.

HENRY:
A robbery, you say?

Yes, remember that bag

you pilfered from my house
when you left?

Borrowed, darling.
Pilfered is such an ugly word.

JACK:
It was stolen from the safe.

Along with my Mauser pistol.
God knows why you need a gun.

What else was in the bag?

A few items of clothing.
Shirts, collars, extra socks.

I hardly think anyone

would have gone out of their way
to steal your socks.

What about the money you were
supposed to wire back to Mother?

I had to keep some cash back.
Just enough to see me through.

- How much?
- I can't recall exactly.

I don't believe you.

Well, things must be dire

when a daughter can't believe
her own father.

- Things are dire!
- Thank you, Lord Fisher.

I think we'll defer
the rest of our questioning

until we, uh, complete the
examination of our crime scene.

[ Door opens ]

You wanted me
back in the fray, Jack.

I haven't finished with him.

Uh, let's call an intermission,
hmm?

Ah, sorry, sir,
you have to stand back.

It's police business.

The company sent me
to fix the telephones.

The telephones?
What's wrong with them?

Well, I can come back another
time if it's inconvenient.

Not again.
No, we need them working.

Business is bad enough.

The master switch box
is in the cellar.

Enid, any tips from Room 23?

Might be the last offering
from the mother country

after his run of luck
last night.

I-I know we got off on
the wrong foot, Miss Williams.

I-I understand that
this position is temporary

and Constable Collins
will be back in no time.

Any day now, I'd say.

Well, I-I thought,
in the meanwhile,

maybe you could teach me
a few things.

Teach you?

I still have a lot to learn.

Not as much as me, I think.

Why run to the rooftop, where
there's no means of escape?

He had a knife-wielding robber
right behind him.

Not everyone's cool under fire.

And then the robber
pushed McNabb over the side.

JACK:
Along with your bag.

But why didn't the thief take
the bag along with the contents?

Unless...

...McNabb knew
there was another way down.

I wonder where this ends up.

- Miss Fisher!
- Whee!

[Thud]

[ Knocking on door]
Jack, is that you?

No need for formalities.

I think we can safely assume
the contents of that bag

are far more interesting
than an old man's socks.

The laundry?

Did you see anyone
lurking around?

- COBB: Not last night.
- JACK: Where were you?

I'm a suspect now, am I?

If you wouldn't mind answering
the question, Mrs. Cobb.

I was in the Twilight Room.

Every evening, we have
the Twilight Waltz.

Not like that!
Put the big one at the bottom.

Look, we're all very sorry
about poor Frank,

but I have got a hotel to run.

We can just as easily talk
down at the station.

And how's that going to look?

Being marched out
in front of my guests.

The Grand does have a reputation
to uphold.

I'm sure we all know
that the Grand

is not quite as grand
as it used to be.

I understand it was the subject
of a number of police raids.

Misunderstandings, all of them.

Well, let's not have
any more misunderstandings.

Is there somewhere we can talk?

I'm about to serve lunch
in the Twilight Room.

Between that and the front desk,
I don't have time to talk.

You may have noticed
I'm short-handed.

I'm sure that my assistant

could mind the front counter
for you, Mrs. Cobb.

Of course, miss.

And we can wait for you
to serve lunch.

Make a note
of all the guest names, Dot.

Yes, miss.

I'd be happy to assist you,
Miss Williams.

All right.
I suppose that would be quicker.

Now...

Can you read them out to me,
please, quietly?

Miss L. Knight.

I wonder if the Twilight Waltz

was ever
a respectable proposition?

It was the height of fashion
before the war.

Completely aboveboard.

Despite my father's patronage.

This is where
he wooed my mother.

He claimed he had tickets,

but all he really had
was a vague connection

to the brother of the doorman,

who escorted them
through the kitchen each night

when the maître d'
wasn't looking.

Mother should have known
that that spelled trouble.

Obvious but inherited
powers of persuasion.

Mother blamed it all
on his dancing.

Claimed that one whirl
in his arms

forced all reason from her head.

A good waltz can do that.

I never believed her.

We'll have to make this quick.

Clearly, whoever robbed this
place knew their way around.

They also knew Lord Fisher's bag
was in the safe.

Which suggests
a member of staff.

Could you tell us
which staff were working

at the time of the robbery?

Frank was on the front desk,

I was sweeping up
after the dance,

and one of the maids
was still clocked on.

Not Enid by any chance?

PHRYNE: Enid.

JACK: What time
did you finish work last night?

ENID: It would have been
11:00 or 12:00

JACK:
Which was it?

The dance finished at 11:00.

You were working
in the Twilight Room?

- Well, I --
- That's a lovely necklace.

Very expensive one.

I wouldn't know.

Was it a present?

Did your work take you
to my father's room last night?

It's not like that.

JACK:
Then tell us how it is.

I'm very fond of Henry.

He's had a lot of trouble
in his life.

He doesn't have anyone else.
He's here all alone.

- So you went to his room.
- He...

He was upset last night.

He just needed
a shoulder to cry on.

What was he upset about?

He said he'd lost money
in a game of cards

and he was down to his last £10.

PHRYNE: Father!

[ Knock on door]

ENID: He said something about
going to the races today.

Mrs. Cobb gave him
one of her tips.

JACK: Thank you, Enid.
We won't keep you any further.

I like the nags because
I grew up in the country.

What about cards?

Wouldn't know
a king from a queen.

And if the guests
decide to gamble,

it's not the fault of the hotel.

Which guests were gambling?

I really can't say.

- Can't or won't?
- Memory fails me.

Why don't you ask your father?

Now, am I done?

Can I get back
to running my hotel?

For now, thank you, Mrs. Cobb.

Miss, I finished that thing
you told me to do.

Excellent, Dot.

- Here, Dorothy.
- Thank you.

Neville was kind enough
to give me a hand.

Here's the guest list
for the last week.

And I think
we found something useful

in the back of the ledger too.

It looks like some sort of code.

PHRYNE: Pertaining to
illegal card games.

And the latest one
was last night.

Seems Mrs. Cobb at least knows
her clubs from her spades.

Stay here, Dot.
Keep an eye on her.

As soon as she leaves
her office, take a look around.

But what about this Karol woman?

I'm not sure that Karol
is a woman.

Karol with a "K"
is a Polish name

that would go with
the surname...

...Valenski.

Staying in Room...

- HENRY: Get your hands off me!
- ENID: Nothing happened!

MAN: [ Polish accent] You think
you can outsmart me?!

- Leave him alone! Stop!
- And you! Betray me, huh?!

All right, all right.
Break it up! Break it up.

No, Wait! Stop!

Karol Valenski, I presume.

I'm sure you had your reasons

for trying to throttle
Henry Fisher.

Lord knows
I understand the urge.

What was the subject
of the altercation?

I don't like
his taste in clothes.

And apart from
his sartorial shortcomings?

[Speaking Polish]

Gambling on card games
is illegal.

Compliments on your poker face.

My face is like this
all the time.

Shall I tell you what I think
you were doing last night?

I think you were playing poker
with my father.

I'd say you won...

...and he refused to pay.

I'm not interested in gambling
charges, Mr. Valenski.

All I want is the truth.

He lost.

Said he would pay me
when they opened the safe

first thing in the morning.

Only this morning
there is no money.

It has been stolen.

Now, who do you suppose
did that?

The only reason I lost at all

was because the old biddy
who runs the hotel

brought in
a professional gambler.

A ringer,
the Americans call them.

Karol Valenski?

In his heyday, he was known in
all the great casinos in Europe.

Now he's reduced to cheating.

It's true.

Every time I had a strong hand,
he folded.

You must be able to charge him
with cheating, Jack.

What happened to the gun
that was in Miss Fisher's bag?

Am I under interrogation?

Am I suspected of a crime?

Tell me that bag didn't contain
the entire £10,000

you were meant
to wire back to Mother.

No.
Not the entire amount.

I did have my expenses.

Karol Valenski claims
you had no intention

of paying him the money
you owed.

You don't think I intended
to do a flit --

Steal my own money from the safe
and disappear into the night?

You think I'd kill a man to
avoid paying a gambling debt?

You suspect
your own father of murder?

It may not be the first time.

I haven't thought about this
in years,

but I haven't forgotten it,
either.

It was during the war.

I was woken in the middle
of the night by voices.

When I went downstairs,
I could hear my father...

[ indistinct shouting ]

...with a visitor.

My father was arguing with him.

I couldn't hear everything
they were saying.

The morning newspapers reported

an unidentified man had been
dragged from the River Thames,

strangled before his body
was dumped in the early hours.

How do you know it was the man
your father argued with?

The newspapers described
the heavy coat he was wearing.

Have you ever spoken to him
about it?

I've accused my father
of a lot of things, Jack.

But not murder.

What is it we're looking for?

Whatever it is Miss Fisher
thinks she's trying to hide.

Keep a lookout.

A locked drawer's a good start.

Will you be able
to break it open?

There's always a way.

[ Drawer opens ]

Very clever.

COBB:
I'll be in my office.

Look out.
She's coming.

[ Clears throat]

Sorry, Mrs. Cobb.

You know how it is.

Please don't mention this
to Miss Fisher.

Go on.
Off you go.

- Thank you.
- Thank you, ma'am.

- Don't you know I'm engaged?
- I'm sorry, Miss Williams.

I-I really didn't think
of what else to do.

If my Hugh found out,
he'd knock you sideways.

I'm -- I'm sorry.

I-I really am.

At least she believed us,
I think.

Let's see
what's in the cigar box.

You know, I'm sure
that Miss Fisher, at times,

has to resort
to some extreme measures

for the sake
of her investigation.

That's true.

But I'm not Miss Fisher, and I
don't want it to happen again.

Of course.

DOT: Empty.

[Sighs]

I'd like you to send an inquiry
to Scotland Yard, Constable.

It's an old homicide case
from 1916.

I'd like to know if they have

a physical description
of the deceased.

- Yes, sir.
- Thank you.

And, sir?

I've discovered more evidence
to do with the Grand Hotel.

Where did you get these?

Mrs. Cobb's
office drawer, sir.

I believe that they reveal
another suspect for the murder.

I wanted to be sure
before I spoke to you.

So was it your idea
to conduct this search?

I admit Miss Williams
suggested it, sir.

You had no warrant, Constable.

This evidence
is inadmissible in court.

But Miss Fisher --

Is not a member
of the Victoria Police Force.

Her methods have a certain
latitude we cannot match.

Your methods
must be absolutely scrupulous.

- Do you understand?
- Yes, sir.

Now, Miss Williams
is a morally upright

and intelligent young woman.

I've noticed that too, sir.
She's pretty as well.

So you must return
those documents

to Miss Williams immediately,

to do whatever
her conscience dictates.

Of course, sir.

So you kept these from me
to impress the inspector

and further your prospects
in the force?

Well, from my experience of
ambitious young police officers,

I can tell you
that's a very slippery slope.

And there are more important
things to life.

So I'm sorry
it led me to behave so badly.

Well, at least you had
the courage to come clean.

And I admire that, Constable.

Thank you.

I should head back
to the station, then.

Would you like some biscuits
to take back?

- Um...
- For the inspector too.

That would be lovely.

Thank you, Miss Williams.

[Whistling tune]

PRUDENCE:
Your poor, poor mother.

I told her all those years ago

he'd bring her
nothing but misery.

This time he'll ruin her,
I know it.

I won't let that happen, Aunt P.

What are your chances of
retrieving the stolen £10,000?

Fair to middling.

Father is of no help at all.

In fact, more of
a deliberate hindrance.

I've had to entertain
the possibility

that he might have
organized the robbery himself.

You think he killed a man?

I'm not sure what to think.

Sorry to interrupt,

but Constable Martin and I found
something in Hilda Cobb's office

that might be of interest.

They're love letters
to Mrs. Cobb from Frank McNabb,

the concierge.

So our young concierge
had an eye for the older ladies.

Yes, miss,
but I don't think it ended well.

Seldom does
with unsuitable matches.

"It's true our little scheme
is a good earner."

Gambling, no doubt.

"But I can no longer love you
in the way that you desire."

This letter was dated
two days ago.

Just before McNabb was murdered.

The Grand Hotel's having another
dance tonight, miss,

if you need to look around.

Not the Twilight Waltz?

[ Waltz playing ]

Oh!

How are the mighty fallen!

PHRYNE: I didn't know
you'd been here before.

A lifetime ago.

I was here the night your father
proposed to your mother.

Unfortunately
I arrived too late.

Keep Mrs. Cobb
busy for me, Dot,

while I investigate the less
public face of the Grand.

I'm sure Father will make
an appearance very soon.

Bit late for snooping, isn't it?

I haven't come for that.

I was hoping to brush up
on my dancing before my wedding.

For the bridal waltz.

I noticed the ring
on your finger.

That's why you two couldn't keep
your hands off each other.

- Oh, no, that wasn't my --
- There's no need to explain.

I have felt the pitter-patter of
the heart myself once or twice.

Mm.

All right.

Arms shoulder height.
And graceful.

I'll take the gentleman's part.
And...

Step, two, three.
One, two, three.

Step, two, three.
One.

So has there been anyone else
special in your life

since your husband, Mrs. Cobb?

My last fellow worked here
at the hotel,

but I had to give him
his marching orders.

You sacked him?

Why?

Because he told me
that I was too old for him.

I thought it didn't matter.

I loved him,
and I thought he loved me.

I couldn't have him
under my nose after that.

I had to put an end to things.

Now I'll never see him again.

[ Music continues ]

[ Door opens ]

Sorry, madam.

Just checking the phone wires.

Nothing in this hotel's
where it ought to be.

You don't happen to know

what's on the other side
of this wall, do you?

[ Music continues ]

Angels and ministers of grace
defend us.

- Henry.
- [ Sighs ]

Care to dance, Prudence?

No, thank you.

I'm already skating
on the edge of social ruin

simply by being here.

I'm here to make you
a business proposition.

Then propose away.

I will give you as much money
as it takes

to make you disappear
in a puff of smoke

and leave my sister alone.

Disappear?

You really expect me to agree
to such an outrageous request?

Not once have you been a dutiful
husband or a responsible father.

You and your drinking and your
flights of fancy and dark moods.

You were always trying to
take Margaret away from me

because you couldn't bear for
her to have a passionate life.

What happened to your passion,
Prudence?

Don't you dare speak to me
like that.

Don't you dare try to bribe me
to leave my wife!

Mrs. Stanley?

Tell Phryne
I'll make my own way home.

I can't stay a moment longer
in this hovel!

[ Knuckles cracking ]

PHRYNE:
McNabb set himself up in there.

He could see
the opponent's cards

and signal to Karol Valenski
using Morse code.

The wire leads underneath
the floorboards to this.

If Valenski put his foot
on the panel,

he could feel the Morse code.

Ingenious.

Hilda must have known,

and the house must have taken
a cut of the winnings.

Cheating? No!

I'm sure it was just
a friendly game.

Not so friendly for the loser.

Frank McNabb cooked this up
with Karol Valenski.

Were you in on it or not?

We know he jilted you.

Is that why you pushed him
off the roof?

I loved him.
I told your assistant that.

Nevertheless, you sacked him.

Perhaps he took it upon himself
to rob that safe on his way out.

Or he was in cahoots
with Valenski,

and Valenski double-crossed him.

Well, if that's the case,
then I've been played

for an even bigger fool
than I thought.

I knew it wasn't right.

I knew.

But Frank said it was a surefire
way to keep the hotel going.

This old place is all I've got.

Are you going to charge me
with the gambling?

Not tonight.

We'll look at other charges
once this murder is solved.

Any news from Hugh?

No, but I'm working on
getting him a promotion.

Well, if I were you,
I'd work a little faster.

Constable.

Let's go.

Any chance of talking
Karol Valenski

into one last game?

Are you joking?

No, Mr. Valenski.

If I were,
you would be laughing.

I don't play cards with women.

That's a pity.

My money's as good as any man's.

[Speaking Polish]

And your preferred game is?

To tell you the truth,
I find all card games tiresome.

But my father did teach me
all the variations of poker.

So perhaps seven card stud?

If you don't mind,
I'd like to inspect the cards.

That all seems to be in order.

But I do feel a draft.

That's better.

Please apologize
to your friend for me

if he was hoping to watch the
card game from the other room.

Shall we play?

Henry.

Going somewhere?

I was just writing you a note.

I hope I haven't upset you,
my dear.

I...

I've grown very fond of you,

but I'm in a difficult position.

I know you're spoken for.

And I'm sure I'll get over you,
eventually,

but I've decided to go back home
to Beechworth.

Well, you need a good send-off.

And tonight we're in luck.

I know a place
on Little Lonsdale

that serves sly grog all night.

Let's have one last hurrah.

You're a devil.

I just need to finish packing.

Wait downstairs?

Milady.

My lord.

[Sighs]

I call.

PHRYNE: Three jacks.

[ Clears throat]

Shall we keep playing?

I, um...

I seem to be low on funds.

But you hold an IOU
signed by my father.

[ Chuckles ]

Yes, I do.

Flush.

Full house.

Beginner's luck, I suppose.

Your father is a coward!

[ Door closes ]

What sort of a man

lets his daughter
fight his battles for him?

Now, just a moment.

Don't think this is
the end of the matter.

And what matter would that be?

You know where that money is.

Tell me who has it,

or I will take everything
you have and then destroy you.

Have you finished?

[Gun cocks]

No one is destroying anyone.

Now, I'm going out for a drink
with my lady friend,

and you are gonna
crawl back under

whatever rock you came from.

Agreed?

She is not your lady friend.

And the next time I see you,
I too will be armed.

Tomas!

- MAN: Give me it!
- ENID: Leave me alone!

MAN:
Give me that case!

Stay here, Dot.

MAN:
Give me it!

Give me that case!

ENID: Hey!
Get off me!

PHRYNE: Stop!

[ Metal rings]

[ Door opens ]

- JACK: Did you see who it was?
- PHRYNE: No, it was too dark.

JACK:
Karol Valenski?

PHRYNE:
He didn't sound Polish.

But I have a fair idea
what he was after.

Do you think Enid
robbed the safe?

She would have known
your father had money.

If Enid was our robber, she
would have taken off that night.

I think
there's another possibility.

The robber caught up with McNabb
on the rooftop,

shoved him over the edge.

But perhaps they didn't realize

the money had already been
dropped down the laundry chute.

JACK: The money would have sat
in the trolley in the laundry.

PHRYNE:
Until Enid came along.

Then I presume
she hid the money somewhere

until she made
her escape tonight.

So if Enid had the money...

Our robber must have found out
and gone after her.

Whoever he is, he must have
something to do with my father.

Why?

He dropped this.

Where is he?
Where's my father?

Those are his bags.

He steamed off in a lather
about Enid being killed.

He went off with two blokes
in a cab,

and I bloody well hope he's gone
to do the honorable thing.

What?
Where were they going?

The Botanic Gardens.
Pistols at dawn.

What the hell's
he playing at now?

Listen, Baron mate,
no disrespect,

but I'm not sure this is
the best idea you've ever had.

We should just call Miss Fisher.

No.

That bastard challenged me
to a duel,

and he killed
an innocent young woman.

- He denied it.
- He's a liar.

That bloke looks like
he knows how to shoot.

Have your second
prepare the weapon!

Bloody hell.

- Looks like you're the second.
- Half my bloody luck.

10 paces.

Then we take our shots.

Henry, I really reckon
this is a mistake.

Silence, Albert.
I'll be fine.

If I'm not, tell Phryne
I'm sorry for everything.

The whole sad, sorry lot of it.

Ready!

One, two, three, four, five,

six, seven, eight, nine --

[ Gunshot]

You idiot!

I don't think you're quite aware

you're dealing with
a man of honor!

Baron Henry George Fisher
of Richmond upon Thames.

Father, stop!
What are you doing?!

I'm about to right a wrong.

Isn't that what
you're so fond of doing?

Karol Valenski didn't kill Enid.

I've seen and heard enough
to know

that all Valenski's guilty of
is cheating at cards.

But I've won back your losses.

Now if you would please
put down my pistol.

We need to find the real killer,

and you happen to be
the only person who can help.

Who did you see?

He had an English accent
and your stolen passport.

Valenski!

It's your lucky day!

Whoever robbed that safe

knew your bag contained
close to £10,000.

- Who did you tell?
- No one.

- Enid?
- No.

And I won't hear a word
said against Enid.

That dear girl
was very kind to me.

- What about Hilda Cobb?
- Who?

JACK: Someone knew
the money was there.

No other bag was touched.

I told you both,
I've no idea who it is.

PHRYNE:
This man was English.

Is it someone you met
on the voyage out here?

Did you confide in someone
or cross swords with them?

Someone's after you,
aren't they?

You're afraid.

[ Telephone rings ]

[ Knuckles cracking ]

I'm sorry, Constable Martin,

if I've done anything to
give you the wrong idea, but...

Call me Neville, please.

I-I know you're engaged,
but you're not married yet,

and this fella's gone off
and left you,

and I can't help how I feel.

You're like a flower, and when
I held you in my arms --

I think you'd better stop
right there, Constable.

P-Please tell me
there's a chance.

Please?

I can't.

Whatever Hugh does
and whenever he comes back --

Even if he doesn't --
My heart remains true to his.

That's just how it is.

I understand, Dorothy.

Neville?

Aah!

Two people are dead,

and he still
won't tell us the truth.

There's something
I think you should see.

Sent from Scotland Yard.

It's a description of the man
you thought your father killed.

Short.
Just over five feet.

Fair-haired?

This is not the man
I saw with my father.

He was tall and heavily built.

- He was pacing up and down.
- [ Knuckles cracking ]

Jack...

He's been here all along.

The man who came
to fix the telephones.

He was cracking his knuckles.

It's him.

He's the man
who's after my father.

Excuse me, sir.

- Uh, Lord Fisher's disappeared.
- What?

Sir, I'd like to request
an immediate transfer

back to Wangaratta.

I'm sorry to leave you
one man down.

When exactly did he disappear?

- [ Telephone rings ]
- Um...

[Sobs]

City South Police,
Inspector Robinson.

Prudence Stanley here.

Could I speak to my niece,
please?

It's your aunt.

- Aunt Prudence.
- PRUDENCE: Phryne?

I was wondering
if you were planning

to return for lunch today.

I've decided to stay

because Mr. Butler's
making shepherd's pie,

and you know how much I love it.

Tell Mr. Butler
to set an extra place.

I'll be there immediately.

Yes.

I will. Goodbye.

Jack, something's wrong.

Aunt Prudence
hates shepherd's pie.

[ Tires screech ]

I'm home!

Dot?

Aunt Prudence?

Mr. Butler?

Place your pistol on the floor.

Now!

Everything your father has,

everything you have,

belongs to me.

Open your safe.

I've already taken the money
to the bank.

It's being wired to England
as we speak.

Then I shall have to take
whatever valuables

you have at hand, and then more.

I remember you.

You came to Norfolk House
during the war.

What grudge do you hold
against my father?

Your father is
a dishonorable, deceitful man.

We had an agreement,
and he betrayed me.

How?
Does he owe you money?

More than that.

More than
you could ever imagine.

What?

Tell me before I open this safe.

How dare you barter with me.

[Gun cocks]

Open it!

You could have waited
a moment longer.

Miss Fisher, you'd better
telephone for an ambulance.

And tell them to hurry.

Would you like me to stay?

I need to have
a word with him alone.

- Baron.
- Jack.

We caught the man who killed
Frank McNabb and Enid.

Who is he?

He wasn't carrying
any identification.

Who does he say he is?

He's not saying much at all,

given that he's unconscious
and may not survive.

He's at the Royal Melbourne
Hospital under police guard.

He's the same man
I saw you arguing with

during the war, isn't he?

At Norfolk House in 1916.

I don't know who you think
you saw so long ago.

Please, for once in your life
will you tell me the truth?!

Yes, it could be him.

But he was crazy, shell-shocked.

Turned up out of the blue,

claimed I owed him money
from a card game.

- And did you?
- Perhaps.

There are times I can't recall
with perfect clarity.

In any case,
I could afford to help him,

so I gave him a pot of money,

and I thought that would be
the end of it.

Well, clearly it wasn't,

since he followed you
all the way to Australia.

Well, my dear girl,
he can't harm anyone now.

I think it's high time
you sailed back to Mother.

I've rebooked your passage
for early next month.

Cec and Bert will be taking you
to a guest house in Lilydale.

The cab's waiting outside.

Even you can't get yourself
into trouble in Lilydale.

[Sighs]

Hmm.

So did your father shed any
light on our killer's identity?

Of course not.

Another secret
in his secret life.

[ Waltz plays ]

Care for a waltz, Miss Fisher?

Are you sure
you want to risk it?

What's the risk?

Well, I have waltzed
with the best --

French presidents,

English princes,
American film stars.

The waltz
is a very serious dance.

And I'm a serious man.

My mother lost all reason
when she was waltzed.

Well, if she hadn't,

this would be a world without
a certain Phryne Fisher in it.

And what kind of world
would that be?

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