Miss Fisher's Murder Mysteries

- Henry George Fisher, Baron of Richmond.

- [Phryne] This is Detective Inspector Jack Robinson.

- Inspector.

- Causing trouble can't be your only motivation.

- There have been unforsaken delays on my financial return.

- Someone's after you, aren't they?

You're afraid.

- Who did you see?

- My father was arguing with him.

I couldn't hear everything they were saying.

What grudge do you hold against my father?

- Your father is a dishonorable, deceitful man.

- Does he owe you money?

- Open it!

(object thumping) (head thumping) - [Jack] Miss Fisher, you'd better phone for an ambulance.

Tell them to hurry.

(suspenseful music continues) (ominous music) - Our human lives are brief and insignificant compared with the universe around us.

Billions of years old, expanding from the moment of its inception and expanding still, forever in flux.

(ominous music continues) (footsteps thumping) (door rattling) (ominous music continues) (footsteps thumping) (ominous music continues) (suspenseful music) (object thumping) (nurse yelling) (suspenseful music continues) (constable choking) (suspenseful music continues) (audience applauding) - Poppycock!

Everything you said tonight is poppycock.

God made the world in six days, Mr. Tode.

Not billions of years.

- Close your gab!

- Gentlemen, thank you.

- When was the last time you scientists read your Bible?

It's not for mankind to solve God's mysteries and He will punish you come Judgment Day!

- Mr. Tode, I would like to know how, as an Englishman, you obtained your data from the Southern Hemisphere?

- Mr. Efendi, thank you but I'm afraid we're out of time.

(audience applauding) (ominous music) (ominous music continues) (keys rattling) (ominous music continues) (keys rattling) (ominous music continues) (footsteps thumping) (ominous music continues) - Mr. Tode, Mr.

Tode?!

(suspenseful music) ("Miss Fisher's Theme") ("Miss Fisher's Theme" continues) ("Miss Fisher's Theme" continues) ("Miss Fisher's Theme" continues) ("Miss Fisher's Theme" continues) ("Miss Fisher's Theme" continues) (birds chirping) (vehicle droning) - Well, when did he escape?

- Last night, I was hoping we'd find him by morning.

Where's your father?

- I've had him out of harm's way in a guest house in Lilydale, but Cec and Bert are bringing him back this morning.

- Is that wise?

- It's not ideal but his ship sails tomorrow.

We only have to keep him safe for one day.

(door rattling) - Where are you, my dear?

Oh, this is more like it.

My rural idyll was wearing very thin.

Inspector.

- Baron.

- Why the police guard on the door?

- Father, you're not here for a change of scenery.

A crazed fugitive is on the loose and your life is in danger.

- What fool discharged the man from hospital?

- He didn't ask permission, Baron.

- Why is this man so fixated on you?

I can't believe that he would follow you across the world just because of a gambling dispute.

- He's delusional, Phryne.

Who knows why he's holding me to account?

But I promise you, it's not justified.

- He murdered two people trying to get to your money, held my household at gunpoint and fatally choked a police officer escaping from hospital last night.

- Does this mean anything to either of you?

(phone ringing) - The Wren Institute of Science.

- We found it beside his hospital bed, any connection?

- [Henry] None I can think of.

- [Jack] Well, something about this place or these three men has aroused our escapee's interest.

- Excuse me, Inspector.

Constable Collins needs you at the Wren Institute of Science as soon as possible.

Apparently, there's been a murder.

(suspenseful music) - Don't go anywhere!

(suspenseful music continues) (footsteps thumping) (suspenseful music continues) - Victim is Mr. Quentin Tode, English scientist and recipient of last night's Wren Science Prize.

Could've been a struggle, looks like he cracked his skull.

- Or maybe he fell, look here, blood.

- [Jack] Would've scattered the papers on the way down.

- What about the bruise on the cheek?

If this is the work of our escapee, Mr. Tode has something in common with my father.

- Astronomy?

- My father's interests have always been decidedly Earth-bound.

- [Jack] Mr. Tode is an Englishman, like our escapee.

Maybe there's some sort of grudge between them as well.

(footsteps thumping) (chain rattling) How curious.

(mysterious music) (chain rattling) Why would Mr. Tode be carrying around a lady's wristwatch with an even curiouser engraving?

- "Remember," an old love?

- Or a new threat.

- Getting back to Mr. Tode, how did you discover his body?

- It was the blue glow, that's why I was there in the first place.

Then I saw it was coming from Mr. Tode.

- And what kind of glowing?

- Blue, if you were paying attention.

That's when I knew the aliens must've taken his soul, probably through the hole they made in his brain.

- Aliens, you mean, like a Martian?

- Yes, son, they're out there.

- Sir, this unidentified figure you saw leaving the grounds, was it a man, like me, or was it a woman, like her?

- Neither, I'd say.

There was a darkness round his body but it had a glowing ring round its neck.

(ominous music) (footsteps thumping) (birds chirping) - What's this?

- "The heavens declare the glory of God and the firmament showeth His handiwork, Psalms 19."

- Clearly someone trying to prove a point, with all those exclamation marks.

- Our escapee didn't strike me as a religious fanatic.

- No, and I have trouble reconciling the "Glory of God" with a man who's murdered three times.

(oriental music) Can you hear that music?

- Pythagoras could hear the music of the spheres but he was a lot more mathematical than you are.

(oriental music continues) - Listen, sounds oriental.

- Turkish, perhaps.

- Exactly.

- Osman Efendi, resident scientist.

(oriental music continues) (grass rustling) - (sighs) How divine.

(oriental music continues) (leaves rustling) (Jack clears throat) Miss Phryne Fisher, and this is Inspector Jack Robinson.

- Osman Efendi at your service.

(footsteps thumping) (birds chirping) Can I offer you apple tea?

- No, thank you.

- That would be lovely.

- We're investigating the death of one of your colleagues, Mr. Quentin Tode, you know anything about it?

- No, but it has not entirely surprised me.

- Why not?

- He had not been feeling well since he arrived.

- We suspect more than illness, Mr. Efendi.

How well did you know Quentin Tode?

- Not well, personally, but we were researching the same field and in the quest for truth, all are companions.

- What is your area of study?

- Measuring the specter of light between distant celestial bodies.

- How interesting.

- Fascinating (clears throat).

But have you seen this man before?

- He doesn't look familiar.

- He's a dangerous man, wanted in relation to more than one investigation.

- We suspect he was here at the Institute last night.

- I can't recall anyone like that.

- Can you think of anyone else who may want to harm Mr. Tode?

- There was a priest who heckled him during his acceptance speech.

- Do you know his name?

- No, but the head of the Institute, Mr. Logan Wren, may be able to help you.

- If there was an intruder, he wasn't after the prize money.

It's all still there.

- �50,000.

That's quite a sum, Mr. Wren.

Was it funded from your family bequest?

- There is no family, I'm afraid.

I lost my wife, Agnes, many years ago, and I don't hail from wealth but a number of my inventions did very well after I won science awards myself, as a youth.

- With that amount of money, the competition must've been fierce.

Did Tode know he was going to win?

- He was informed several months ago so he could book his passage from London.

- On the Blue Star, arrived in Melbourne a week ago.

What's he been doing in the meantime?

- Continuing his scientific studies.

He was meant to be catching a train to New South Wales last night.

- Did he meet with anyone while he was here?

Perhaps this man?

- No, no, I don't think Mr. Tode knew anyone else in Australia.

- Mr. Efendi said he wasn't well.

- He blamed the tropics.

He worked himself into a lather last night after our prize-giving but I put that down to a difficult audience.

- Are you referring to the priest who disrupted proceedings?

- Yes, it was the usual farce, science versus religion.

But at least debate keeps us all passionate.

- Does Mr. Tode have a wife or lady friend?

- Not that I'm aware of.

He traveled alone.

I think science was more important to him than mere mortals.

- What happens to this prize now?

- We'll award it to the runner-up, I suppose.

- And who's that?

- Osman Efendi could live the rest of his life on that money.

You're telling me that's not motivation for murder?

- Well, what about our escapee and the newspaper article?

- Well, perhaps Osman Efendi's connected with him somehow.

He did hesitate when he looked at his portrait.

- I noticed.

- Think we've found proof our fugitive was here, sir.

- It was hidden in the grevillea.

- Make you sure the whole area's searched thoroughly, Collins.

- [Hugh] Sir.

- What about the gatekeeper, Hugh?

- He said he saw a dark figure, sir, dressed in black.

- A police officer?

- Possibly, but with no feet, and a glowing ring around its neck.

The gatekeeper's convinced it was an alien.

- Or someone more ecclesiastical.

(paper rustling) - Psalms 19, we had this reading at last Sunday's mass.

Where did you find this?

- Do you recognize the handwriting, Dot?

- It looks a lot like Father O'Leary's.

- [Jack] Really?

- [Dot] I know it from our church meetings.

- I'm sure it's just a coincidence.

Don't worry about that now, Dot.

I have a job for you.

We found this on Mr. Tode's person.

- "Remember," remember what?

- Talk to some jewelers, find out about the watch.

It's worn but the engraving looks new.

Might have some kind of significance.

- [Dot] Yes, Miss.

(footsteps thumping) - Please tell me you don't want me to bring in Father O'Leary for questioning, Sir.

- Well, you're his newest convert, Collins.

- Yes, sir.

(books thumping) - Ah, Hugh, Dot tells me your family is opposed to having the service in a Catholic church.

- I'm not here to talk about the wedding, actually, Father.

- No, what, then?

Not last minute doubts in the faith?

- No, no, no, Father, police business.

Quentin Tode, in fact.

- That pompous ignoramus.

When a man insults the glory of God, it's time to let your fists do the talking!

- You hit him?

- Of course I hit him.

In the defense of God.

All I did was set him straight.

He was claiming scientific proof that God's creation.

- Please just stick to the facts.

Tell me exactly what happened that night.

Well, I went after him, of course.

I have something for you, Mr. Tode!

Words of wisdom from above!

- Whatever you have to say, Father, you're wasting your breath.

Science triumphs over God every time.

- What blasphemy, come back here and say that again, come on!

- There is no God.

- How dare you, you stupid man?!

(fighters grunting) (fist thumping) I hollered at him to stand up and fight like a man but he ran away, like the craven coward that he is.

- Was.

- As God is my witness, he was alive when I left him.

- Did you see anyone else in the grounds?

- Perhaps this man?

He could've been wearing a police uniform.

- Only copper I saw was the one that showed me the door and they all look the same to me.

- Did you see anyone else at all?

- Only that other heathen blasphemer.

- What heathen blasphemer?

- That other scientist bloke.

Some kind of Arab, I think.

Stood up and had a go and nobody turfed him out, did they?

- Osman Efendi?

- Could be.

Now, I'm gonna be late for mass.

- Father, you may not have intended to kill Mr. Tode when you punched him but he collapsed a short time afterwards.

Until we know more about the cause of death, I have to keep you detained.

- On what charge?

- Pending a possible charge of manslaughter.

- Holy Mary, Mother of God.

(suspenseful music) - Oh, thanks, Constable.

I'll take that.

(suspenseful music continues) (suspenseful music continues) (mail rustling) Any news, Miss?

- Oh, nothing yet, Mr. B.

Where's Cec and Bert?

- Guarding the rear lane.

Ah, your Lordship.

- Oh, thank you, Mr. Butler.

(suspenseful music) (footsteps thumping) (Henry gasping) - [Phryne] What is it?

- News from home, I'd say.

- That's not Mother's handwriting.

It isn't from England, who's it from?

Show it to me.

- I'm sure it's not important.

- Then open it.

(Henry sighing) (letter rustling) It's from him, isn't it?

- Doesn't say, it's nothing, it's nonsense.

- Show it to me, where's it posted from?

- You don't need to see his ravings.

- [Phryne] What are you doing?

- I refuse to be cowered by this man and I refuse to involve you in all this ugliness.

- Don't be ridiculous, that's police evidence!

- No, it's addressed to me, only to me!

- Why aren't you telling me anything?

- How dare you interrogate me!

I'm your father, not one of your criminals!

- Give me the letter!

- No!

(footsteps thumping) - Everything all right, Miss?

- We heard shouting.

- We're fine, thank you.

- False alarm.

I'm going upstairs to rest.

With my door locked.

(footsteps thumping) (suspenseful music) (birds chirping) (door thumping) (suspenseful music continues) (letter rustling) (suspenseful music continues) (letter rustling) (suspenseful music continues) (vehicle droning) - You're still a Proddie through and through!

Pismires and spiders be in your marriage bed, if you ever get a priest to marry yer, for I will not!

(door thumping) - He punched a scientist.

- And what's a pismire?

- An ant, I think.

- I'm not sure I want to be married by a man who punches scientists and curses his parishioners.

- Yes, you do, Dottie.

He married your parents, he christened you, he confirmed you.

- And all the invitations have been sent out.

- Don't you worry, I'll sort it all out, Mrs. Collins.

How'd you go with the jewelers?

- It's a wristlet watch made by an English company called Myer Towers before the war.

Popular in Europe but not imported to Australia.

Someone has brought it with them.

- And anything on the engraving?

- The jewelers agreed it was recent but none of them had done it.

- The bruising to his face is unremarkable, apart from having being inflicted by a Catholic priest.

- What about the head injury?

- Well, his skull was definitely fractured when he fell but that's not what killed him.

He was poisoned.

(door slamming) - You need to bring my father in for questioning and you have my permission to torture him.

He's received a letter and I know it's from that madman.

- What did it say?

- My father refused to tell me but it's obviously some kind of blackmail.

- Phryne, your house is under constant watch.

Whatever threats were made in that letter, no-one can get near your father or the rest of your household.

I'll bring him in for a formal interview.

- Thank you (sighs).

You said Tode was poisoned?

- I tested for everything I can think of.

I have never seen a poison with this kind of pathology before.

- What's so unusual?

- There was a caustic path through the nasal passage, down the larynx, into the gut.

Discoloration of the spleen, liver.

- Perhaps something stolen from the hospital?

- I'll have Collins check if they're missing any supplies while I go through Tode's belongings.

(suspenseful music) (birds chirping) (suspenseful music continues) - You're perfectly safe, Baron.

Bert and Cec are doing shifts in the rear lane, Mr. Butler's patrolling the front garden and there are policemen on every corner.

- It'd be a lot less dangerous for you all if I weren't here.

This should be a joyful time for you.

- Hugh and I are joyful enough.

It's just our priest who wants to spoil things.

Oh, and Hugh's mother and my mother and probably most of our relatives.

(mysterious music) (paper rustling) (door squeaking) (door slamming) - Any chance of a refill for the rear guard body?

- [Dot] It's just brewing.

- Pardon me for asking, Baron, but any idea what this bloke's after, apart from your head on a platter?

- Not 100% sure, Albert, but I think a great deal of money would at least keep him at bay.

(metal rattling) (door squeaking) (door slamming) (mysterious music) (liquid sloshing) (mysterious music continues) (liquid sloshing) (mysterious music continues) - Seasickness pills, headache, cough tincture, eye drops.

Quentin Tode was clearly a man obsessed by his health.

- And scientific research.

He's got more books and papers with him than clothing.

- I'll have this sent over to Dr. Macmillan and tested for poison.

(paper rustling) - Jack, look.

This essay, it's by Osman Efendi, not Quentin Tode.

Tode's made notes on all his data, slight alterations.

- Perhaps Tode had scientific quibbles.

- Father O'Leary said Mr. Efendi stood up and had a go.

Now, why would he do that?

(fist rapping) - Excuse me, sir, this was just found hidden in an alcove on the grounds near where we found the police jacket.

- It's Turkish, I can tell by the inscription.

It's only used by members of royalty and I've seen this inscription before on Osman Efendi's tea service.

- Oh, good, brilliant scientist, talented musician, dashingly handsome and an Ottoman prince.

- And now, extremely suspicious.

(mysterious music) (footsteps thumping) (mysterious music continues) (footsteps thumping) (mysterious music continues) (footsteps thumping) (mysterious music continues) (footsteps thumping) (Henry grunting) - Anyone see you?

Well done, Baron, one move and I'll shoot you, understand?

- [Henry] Mm-hm.

- No, no, I wouldn't call it scientific theft.

- You said Osman Efendi accused Tode of using his data.

- Sounds like plagiarism to me.

- Well, but that's debatable.

If scientists didn't build on each other's work, then we'd all be making the same discoveries and there would be no progress.

- I have a right to defend my work.

I have toiled night after night in the observatory here.

For Tode to appropriate my work is an outrage!

He has never crossed the equator before.

He couldn't possibly have gathered that data.

- So you deserve this prize?

- And I will have it on Saturday, thanks to fate and by God's grace, insha'Allah.

- God's grace also brought you back this.

- We know it's yours because it bears a royal tughra, a unique stamp of one of the houses of the Ottoman Empire, the same unique stamp as on your tea tray.

- I am grateful for its return.

- How did it go missing?

- I don't know.

I must've been robbed.

- Why didn't you mention this earlier?

- I hadn't noticed.

- A beautiful and expensive object from Turkish royalty goes missing and you fail to notice?

- We believe it was in possession of our fugitive, the one you denied knowing.

- Did you give this to him?

- And did you promise a share of your winnings if he killed Tode for you?

- No!

- But you know who this man is.

Can you give us his name?

- Or would you prefer to be arrested as an accessory to murder?

(ominous music) - I only knew him as Denizci, sailor in Turkish.

We met during the war.

Both our ships were sunk by mines.

He saved my life.

- What happened to your sailor?

- [Osman] Shell shocked, the war had broken him.

- [Jack] But he returned to England?

- Yes, I begged him to stay but he refused.

- When was the last time you saw him?

- He came to visit me the night of the prize-giving.

- I could not offer him shelter but I gave him what I had.

I told him to sell that for money.

- Where was he headed?

- He didn't say.

But he had nothing to do with Quentin Tode's death.

- Do you recognize this?

We found it in Quentin Tode's pocket.

- No, I am sorry.

- What date was your ship sunk, Mr. Efendi?

- The 18th March, 1915.

This killings you say Denizci's guilty of, were they in self-defense?

- No, no, they were all unarmed.

He murdered them in cold blood.

(suspenseful music) You're free to go now, Mr. Efendi.

- Lord Fisher, Baron?

(footsteps thumping) Have you seen Baron Fisher, Mr. Butler?

- Not upstairs resting?

- No, I've looked everywhere.

- [Cec] Dottie, Mr. B, out here!

(suspenseful music continues) (footsteps thumping) Bert, wake up, where's the cab?

- Somebody hit me with a bloody truck.

- Try naval records for officers that went down that day in the Dardanelles.

At least we might narrow it down to this Denizci.

- Do we know what Tode was poisoned with yet?

- This just came in, sir.

All medicines in Mr. Tode's possession were harmless.

No sign of poison.

- Thank you.

- I'm off now, sir.

(phone ringing) - Oh, I'll get that, you go ahead.

- Thank you, sir.

- City South.

Yes, yes, Miss Fisher is right here.

Miss Williams for you.

(footsteps thumping) - Dot, how?

I'll be right home.

(receiver thumping) My father has managed to escape his house arrest.

(suspenseful music) (footsteps thumping) His letter was with the rest of the mail this afternoon, but it could've been stolen and altered at any stage.

Who knows how long this man's been lurking.

- Poor Baron, he thought he was putting us all in danger.

- This was not a noble gesture, Dot.

It's not in my father's repertoire.

No, he's up to something.

- With our cab.

- Here, get that into ya.

Nothing else upstairs, Miss, and I've gone through all the rubbish.

- Thank you, Mr. B.

- (gasps) There's a letter in here, Miss.

- Oh, no, that's my mother's handwriting.

(mysterious music) "Dear Henry, I can't believe you've gone back to your old ways after all this time, gambling and lying and risking everything we have.

I know that man had something to do with it but you should never have deserted me and my patience has run out.

I have loved you with all my heart, Henry, despite everything, but if you fail to arrive on that ship when it docks at Southampton, I will be asking for a formal separation.

Your wife, Margaret."

(ominous music) (footsteps rustling) (ominous music continues) - Father O'Leary?

- You should know better than to interrupt a discourse with God.

But if you've come to ask for clemency for your utter stupidity.

- You're glowing, Father.

- Holy light, the hand of God.

Do you see what miracle is upon me?

- Unless there's another explanation.

(ominous music continues) (footsteps thumping) - [Jack] What is it, Collins?

- Father O'Leary's collar.

I remember the gatekeeper talking about Mr. Tode's eyes and how they glowed in the dark.

I thought he was crazy but then I remembered the eye drops.

- But the eye drops in his suitcase were unopened.

He must've had more.

- And they came into contact with Father O'Leary's cassock when he attacked Tode in the grounds.

- And they could've dropped the bottle in the struggle.

I'm gonna search the far side.

- Good work, Collins, we'll have a look round here.

- Sir (pants).

- Turn off your torch, Jack.

If it's still glowing, we'll see it.

Oh, Jack, what if it's my fault?

What if I drove my father away?

I railed against him.

What if, what if something happens and I never see him again?

- Whatever happens to your father, it's not your fault and nothing is going to happen.

- Oh, perhaps he has just headed back to England after all.

- Well, if it's all expanding, England will move further away.

- [Phryne] But it all looks very still to me.

- That's because you're not a telescope.

- Is that supposed to be a compliment?

- More like a romantic overture.

(magical music) - Is that the best that you can do?

- Would you like me to improve on it?

- More than anything.

(magical music continues) (magical music continues) Jack, behind you.

(eerie music) (eerie music continues) - What the hell is in that?

(eerie music continues) (switch clicking) - His eye drops are not just phosphorescent, watch this.

(Geiger counter crackling) - They're radioactive?

- Highly.

At some point, a lethal dose of polonium has been added to them.

- Polonium?

- [Jack] Is that like radium?

- Related, polonium is extremely unstable and highly toxic if ingested.

- Our killer could have more of it.

What form would it be in, Mac?

- It'd have to be a powder or a liquid form to mix in with eye drops.

- How dangerous is it, aside from swallowing it?

- Both forms are a deadly hazard.

I'll be encasing this lot in lead.

If it's sealed correctly, the radiation itself isn't lethal but, if ingested or inhaled, just a speck of polonium can be deadly.

- If the man who is after my father has done this, I hope to God Father's not brave enough to go after him.

- There was a delivery of polonium two weeks ago.

- There should be a corresponding order.

(drawer rattling) Let's see.

(paper rustling) Ah, here.

It was six weeks ago, but no name on the order.

Is this your signature?

- No, that's Osman Efendi's.

He often signs for deliveries when I'm not here.

- Polonium must've stood out as unusual.

- Well, I assume it was part of Quentin Tode's research.

- Well, who has access to these chemicals?

- All of our scientific staff have keys.

(keys rattling) (suspenseful music) (suspenseful music continues) (bottles rattling) (suspenseful music continues) (door slamming) It's gone, Mr. Tode's other supplies are still there but there's no sign of the polonium.

(suspenseful music continues) - I don't understand.

I kept your secret and I gave you money.

It's what you wanted.

- You broke our promise!

- But we agreed.

- Oh, yes, milord.

Take everything and leave me nothing and then waste it all.

(door rattling) - Denizci?

(Henry grunting) (door rattling) Denizci, it's only me.

- Were you followed?

- No, I was careful, I've come to warn you.

I don't know how much longer I can keep the police at bay.

You need to give yourself up, please?

(suspenseful music continues) - Don't worry about me.

This will all be over soon, I promise you.

(suspenseful music continues) Good luck, Denizci.

(hands thumping) (suspenseful music continues) (suspenseful music continues) - [Dot] Morning, Miss, you're up early.

- I couldn't sleep, Dot.

Today's the day my father's meant to be boarding that ship.

- I said a prayer for him last night, asked God to keep him safe.

- I suppose that might assist.

In any case, God's far more likely to listen to you than me.

- You said there was a job I could do.

- I need you to find out what you can about Tode's scientific work.

Look for any mention of polonium.

This is the chemical symbol, the atomic number, 84, and all the known compounds.

As soon as the Institute opens.

I'm sorry, Dot.

I'm distracting you from your wedding preparations.

- Oh, no, Miss, we're prepared.

But I am beginning to think it might be easier to get married in a registry office rather than deal with Father O'Leary.

He's not very forgiving, for a Christian.

- I think the Irish cancels that out.

- Miss Fisher, we found the cab.

It was dumped at Vic Markets.

- What else?

(coat rustling) - [Bert] This was left behind.

- Oh.

(phone ringing) (suspenseful music) (phone ringing) Yes?

- I've wrestled with my conscience all night, Miss Fisher.

I owe my life to that man but he has gone mad.

- What is it, Mr. Efendi?

- [Osman] He has a hostage.

It could be the man you're looking for.

It has something to do with an old grudge.

You need to stop him.

- Do you have an address?

- It's hidden at the rear of an old hat factory.

It's called (yells).

(knife whooshing) (blood splattering) - Mr. Efendi, Mr.

Efendi?!

(footsteps thumping) (ominous music) (ominous music continues) (footsteps thumping) - I've roamed this Earth like a beggar while you reigned over my life, my home, my history and you dare to sell it for a song!

- The estate?

- Time to pay the price.

- Are you gonna kill me?

(ominous music continues) - No.

Your daughter is clever.

She'll come for you soon enough.

But when she does, I'm gonna kill her in front of you.

- She won't come, you don't understand.

I was a drunkard, I was cruel, she doesn't care about me.

You're wasting your time.

(fist thumping) (ominous music continues) I know where to get you money, more than your fortune was worth.

The estate can be yours again, �50,000 in cash.

- Where?

(sheet rustling) - Osman knew where he was.

He said something about an old hat factory.

Maybe he wrote it down.

- Miss, I found out more about Mr. Tode and polonium.

15 years ago, Mr. Tode invented a paint called Illumina for Myer Towers, the company that make clocks and watches, same manufacturer as that wristlet watch.

That engraving, "Remember."

It must have something to do with that.

Jack, Le Bon Vie!

- [Jack] The good life?

- It was a milliners in Fitzroy.

Closed down about a year ago.

Dot, find out what else you can about that paint.

Why don't you try the science journals in the Logan Wren's office?

(suspenseful music) Jack, this way!

(suspenseful music continues) (footsteps thumping) They were here!

- Inspector, this just came through from Naval Records.

- "March 18, 1915.

Battleship Ocean, Morto Bay, Turkish gunfire."

- "Captain William Eugene Fisher."

It all makes sense.

Eugene Fisher was my father's cousin, the previous Baron of Richmond-upon-Thames.

- He died in the early stages of the war.

- But he was reported missing, presumed drowned.

(suspenseful music continues) What's this?

The prize money.

What if my father's gone after it?

- How, it's in the safe at the Institute?

- Who do you think taught me every shady trick I know?

- Of course.

- He's trying to pay his way out of trouble.

Oh, no, Dot!

(suspenseful music continues) Today, we had hoped to celebrate the scientific achievements of Mr. Osman Efendi.

He was a man of integrity and brilliance.

Sadly, he cannot be with us.

- Gertrude Harris, Gwynnie Hayes, Agnes Wren.

- [Eugene] Hurry up!

- [Henry] All right!

(door thumping) - Better get this right.

Your daughter's life depends on it.

(suspenseful music continues) (suspenseful music continues) (door slamming) - Collins, make sure those men cover every exit and do a sweep of the ground.

- Any sign of Dot?

- [Hugh] No, Miss.

- Make sure nobody leaves.

We'll check this gate.

- What's taking so long?

- I'm nearly there, just let me think!

(gun clicking) - Perhaps this will help.

- No, don't!

(gun firing) - Dot!

- Get back, all of you!

If you want your father to walk out of here alive, Miss Fisher, open this safe.

(suspenseful music) Put down the gun.

(suspenseful music continues) (hat thumping) (suspenseful music continues) (lock clicking) (suspenseful music continues) (lock clicking) (suspenseful music continues) (suspenseful music continues) (door rattling) - The money's all there.

- [Eugene] Put it in this bag.

(suspenseful music continues) (money rustling) Hurry.

(suspenseful music continues) - [Phryne] That's everything.

- Now get back, pick up the bag.

- You can't kill us all, Eugene, you were once an honorable man, Eugene, what happened?

- The war, that bloody disaster!

- [Phryne] You had a choice.

- But you ran away like a coward.

- No!

(gun firing) - [Phryne] (grunts) Don't move!

- Dottie, are you all right?

- Eugene Fisher, we're arresting you for multiple charges of murder and abductions.

(Eugene grunting) (suspenseful music continues) - Are you alright, Father?

- I'll be outside.

(suspenseful music continues) (door rattling) (door thumping) - And you, Dot?

- I'm all right, Miss.

- Did you find out anything more about that polonium paint?

(suspenseful music continues) (footsteps thumping) (suspenseful music continues) (footsteps thumping) I found the polonium, your wife's watch.

She worked at the Myer Towers watch factory.

- The women would lick their brushes to a sharp point.

And that's how they became so ill. Four of them died.

- Including your wife.

- My beautiful Agnes died far too early because of Quentin Tode's scientific lies, so I made sure that he paid a price with his life.

And, I'm afraid to say, I have no regrets.

(suspenseful music continues) (birds chirping) (footsteps thumping) (birds chirping) (Henry sighing) - Why did you hide Eugene from us?

- We all thought he'd died during the war.

When he turned up the first time, I couldn't believe it but if I told anyone he would've been court martialed for desertion.

I couldn't have that, not when all he wanted was money.

- What about Mother, why didn't you tell her?

- Because I thought Eugene was satisfied and after losing Janey and all the damage I'd done, it would've been too much for her.

We'd only just left it behind us.

We had money, a beautiful home, a happy future.

I owed her that.

(vehicle droning) I owed it to you all.

- And then Eugene returned.

- A few months ago out of the blue.

He told me he'd already killed a man to hide our secret.

"Our secret," he said, as if I was responsible.

He demanded everything and all I could think of to do was to take the money and run.

I told your mother I'd lost everything in a game of cards.

But I promised to get it back.

- Well, you have.

- It's all too late.

When she meets my ship, I won't be there and our marriage will be over.

- Is that what you want?

- Oh, God!

No, Phryne.

(birds chirping) Your mother is the love of my life.

(birds chirping) I never wanted anyone else.

- Well, then, you'd better pack your bags tonight.

We'll leave first thing in the morning.

- But, Phryne, my ship has sailed.

- There are other ways to travel.

- Oh, no, I hate flying!

- Good, then you can suffer for love.

- Hugh, I could've been shot today.

- Don't, Dottie, please, don't.

I can't bear the thought.

- Me either, so let's not waste time.

Let's get married like we said.

- I thought you were joking.

What's the hurry?

- Miss Fisher's leaving for England in the morning.

I really don't want her to miss it, Hugh, please?

- Dottie, are you sure?

It's not gonna be the wedding you wanted.

- I love you, Hugh, and I want you.

Five o'clock tonight?

- You leave it to me, Dottie.

"And God stretcheth out the Heavens as a curtain and spreadeth the mount as a tent to dwell in."

Isaiah, chapter 40:22.

- 22.

So, in your opinion, God's behind it all, this expanding universe business?

- And phosphorescence and polonium and all the other miracles and probably even aliens, if they exist.

- So God invented the miracle of science.

- Pretty much.

(magical music) (birds chirping) - (sighs) I don't think I've ever seen you look so pretty, Dot.

- [Bert] That cop's a lucky bloke, all right.

(magical music continues) (birds chirping) - [Mr. Butler] Hang on, careful, you two!

(magical music continues) (vehicle droning) - So, Dot, are you ready for your biggest adventure?

- I won't even close my eyes, Miss.

(vehicle roaring) (magical music continues) (magical music continues) (magical music continues) (magical music continues) (magical music continues) (magical music continues) I, Dorothy Anne Williams, take you, Hugh Theobald Collins, for my lawful husband, to have and to hold from this day forward until death do us part.

(magical music continues) (audience applauding) - Whoo, Dottie, yay!

- Yay, congratulations.

- Well done, love.

(magical music continues) (audience applauding) (magical music continues) (footsteps thumping) - When I came to work for you, Miss, I was afraid of everything and you taught me so many things and made me brave and you made me happy.

(magical music continues) Please come back safely.

(magical music continues) - [Phryne] Oh, Dot, good luck.

(magical music continues) (footsteps thumping) (magical music continues) (door slamming) - [Crowd] Bye!

(vehicle droning) (magical music continues) - Oh, Jack, look!

(magical music continues) (magical music continues) Ready, Father?

- No, we're going to die!

- There's no point getting upset in the air.

Very unforgiving element, contact!

(engine roaring) Get in.

(engine roaring) (birds chirping) Jack.

(romantic music) - [Henry] What are you doing?

Because I know that you know how I love you - [Henry] Phryne?

(door slamming) If you should break my poor heart in two What would I do I'm at the mercy of you (romantic music continues) (engine droning) - [Jack] Flying all the way to England in that?

- It's the only way I can make sure he'll get there.

- For God's sake, what if this thing takes off?

- Come after me.

- What did you say?

- It was a romantic overture.

- Say it again.

- Come after me, Jack Robinson.

(romantic music continues) (engine droning) - When you two have quite finished.

(engine droning) (romantic music continues) - I always feared another man would sweep you away from me.

I never thought it'd be your father.

- There's a whole world out there, Jack.

He's the least of your worries.

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