(man groans)
Alice!
(groans)
You don't understand, Dot.
(groans)
You don't understand at all.
(cries out)
(laughs) If it isn't the
Honorable Miss Phryne Fisher!
About time!
How are the Antipodes?
They've missed you desperately.
So they damn well should.
Oh, traveling light again (!)
Has to be some advantage
to a sea voyage.
Otherwise I would have joined
the Avro air race.
Paper!
WOMAN: What are your intentions?
You've had three months
at sea to ponder.
I intend to leave my family
as far behind as possible.
I think you've managed that.
Next?
Well, I could learn Abyssinian
or perfect my barefoot dancing.
We both know why you're here.
You can't bring Janey back.
(knock)
But I can stop him
doing it again.
Premier Hogan is a regular guest
of this establishment.
Straight to the top, then.
MAN: Miss Fisher.
Thank you.
A luncheon, today!
With Lydia Andrews. How lovely.
Oh, and Aunt Prudence.
Shame I have to perform
an urgent bowel operation.
Miss Phryne Fisher
to see Mrs Lydia Andrews.
She's expecting me.
Sorry, Miss Fisher.
The lunch has been cancelled
due to a family tragedy.
What kind of tragedy?
Mr Andrews
passed away this morning.
Oh, Phryne!
I'm so glad you're here.
I've missed you so badly.
- I'm so sorry for you.
- How awful this all is.
It's alright.
If there's anything I can do.
He just collapsed.
We thought it was his heart
but the police
have been here all morning.
Poor darling man.
Tea. We need tea.
- Aunt Prudence.
- Phryne, dear.
I would hardly recognize
the child in you
apart from the length
of your skirt.
Whereas you haven't changed
one jot, Aunt Prudence.
- Smooth passage?
- So far.
Have you seen a doctor?
You look terribly pale.
I felt dreadful,
even before John collapsed,
as if I knew
something was coming.
Excuse me, madam. That detective
wants to speak with you again.
So what on earth happened?
Now you know I'm not one to pry
but I couldn't help
overhearing in the hallway.
It seems that
John collapsed suddenly
after a light breakfast of tea
and cumquat marmalade toast,
and the maid found him
purple in the face
and cold to the touch
on the bathroom floor.
The police obviously suspect
his death had a helping hand.
I'm sorry, the inspector
would like visitors to leave
so that he may question
the household.
Very well. Excuse me.
Ah, excuse me, miss, your...
Ta.
Excuse me, miss! You can't...
I just need the powder room.
I'm sorry but my instructions
are no one's to pass this point.
I understand perfectly
though my bladder may not.
I'll just...
I'll just check
with the inspector. Just...
(knock)
This lavatory
is fully occupied!
MAN: Police! Open up.
(knock)
You must be the inspector.
Apologies
for my urgent call of nature.
This is the scene of a crime.
Well, lucky for you,
I'm wearing gloves.
Miss Phryne Fisher.
I assume you weren't close
to the deceased?
Never had the pleasure but
by all accounts he was charming.
- Do you think it was poison?
- Most likely--
We are yet to determine
the cause of death.
Miss Fisher, I appreciate
your curiosity for crime...
- Every lady needs a hobby.
- But please--
Given the lack of bloodstains,
I assume
it wasn't a violent death,
unless of course
it was strangulation,
but the fetal position
of the victim outline,
although not
terribly well executed,
indicates a degree of pain
rather than the flailing limbs
one might associate
with a struggle.
And then of course
there's the fact that
death occurred after breakfast,
according to Mrs Andrews,
which suggests
something ingested?
All wild surmise, of course.
Of course.
Do you have a card? In case
I need to call the police.
Because I'm a woman alone,
newly arrived
in a dangerous town.
I plan to make this town
less dangerous, Miss Fisher.
Good. I do like a man
with a plan,
Detective Inspector
Jack Robinson.
Taxi!
Richmond.
She'll give you the address.
Keep the change.
Where do you live, sweetheart?
- Hey, wakey, wakey.
- Wake up, love!
Oh no, Burt.
She's bleeding all over
my bleeding upholstery!
(phone rings)
(phone continues to ring)
LYDIA: Telephone, Dot!
LYDIA: Dorothy!
(phone rings then stops)
Sorry, madam,
the caller stopped calling.
PRUDENCE:
Let me know if I can help
- with the funeral arrangements.
- Thank you.
I can highly recommend
the people who laid out Edward.
- Lydia.
- Sasha!
I heard the terrible news.
Oh, apologies, Mrs Stanley.
My manners have deserted me.
Oh, quite alright, Sasha.
We're all distraught.
May I present my niece,
the Honorable Miss Fisher.
- Pleased to meet you.
- Enchanté.
- My God, the soirée.
- Oh!
Lydia has planned a charity
soirée for tomorrow evening.
Sasha is engaged
to dance for us.
Yes but now I...
No, everything must
be cancelled, of course.
If only the hospital committee
weren't depending on it.
Tell them Lydia's
just been widowed.
If only she weren't so good
at raising thousands of pounds.
And goodness knows how we're to
contact the guest list in time.
Her guests will understand.
John would want us to go ahead
with it.
I know. Phryne and I will
take over all the arrangements
and host the entire evening
on your behalf.
- Won't we, Phryne?
- Thank you, Prudence.
I feel so...
- Lydia!
- Maid!
What's her name? Maid!
Get her to bed.
I'm going to call a doctor.
- Lydia.
- Attend to her at once.
Goodness!
You said the husband was fatally
poisoned at breakfast.
That's one theory. Do you think
Lydia could have
been slipped something too?
Headache, palpitations, vomiting
and you said she looked
a little blotchy.
Mm.
Could be caused by anything.
Including Aunt Prudence.
Medicinal?
As it comes, thank you.
The old favorite's arsenic,
of course,
but half a grain of strychnine
will do the trick.
I found these
in the bathroom cabinet.
Looks like a nerve powder.
Usually prescribed for women,
of course, the hysterical sex,
for nervous exhaustion,
emotional collapse,
wandering wombs,
that sort of thing.
Why on earth
would a womb wander?
Unnatural behavior will do it,
according to Hippocrates,
like celibacy.
Good. Mine's not going anywhere.
(knock)
Excuse me but Doctor MacMillan
The Women's Hospital telephoned.
They need you urgently.
Where's the patient, Sister?
I've put her in Maternity.
These two gentlemen
picked her up in their cab.
Good thing you came straight
here by the sound of it.
Will she be alright?
No men in the wards. Thank you.
(shivers)
Some amateurs
tried to take away her troubles.
She's just a child.
Got herself into
some grown-up trouble, though.
I'm sure Doctor MacMillan
will do her best.
How much to the Windsor?
Five shillings should do it.
Nice try. I'm prepared to pay
you two and six.
Reckon it was that bloke we saw?
What,
there was someone with her?
Just some dumb egg
told to get shot of her.
No, the other joker
round the corner.
He was a lofty beggar,
around six foot, I reckon.
And something flashed in his
paw as he tugged his hat down.
Maybe a ring on his finger
or something?
Forget the Windsor,
we need the police.
And I've just met
a rather civilized detective.
You and your strays.
Lost cats, injured mongrels
and now
it's fallen bloody women.
Detective Inspector
Jack Robinson,
City South Police Station.
Yeah, we know him.
That's him.
MAN: George Fletcher.
- Butcher George?
- That's the one.
Miss Fisher.
And if it isn't the red-raggers.
Still fighting
the capitalist menace?
Your time will come. Oppressor
of the widow and orphan.
I hate to interrupt the class
war but who is Butcher George?
George Fletcher was a doctor,
once upon a time.
But now we suspect he's behind
a local abortion racket.
If you know so much about him,
why haven't you arrested him?
If you delivered him tied up
in brown paper and string,
I still couldn't arrest him.
The ones who die can't talk
and the ones who live
won't talk.
What's the penalty
for procuring an abortion?
Ten to fifteen years,
according to the book.
Well, who's going
to open their trap for that?
Lenin made Soviet abortion
legal in 1920.
I'm going back to the hospital.
I wish I could change the laws
for you, Miss Fisher.
You can't? Fine. I'll just have
to find a way around them.
Good day, Inspector.
(children chant skipping song)
Not because they're dirty,
not because they're clean
Just because they stole some
bread behind the window scene
Girls, girls, have a lot of fun
- Here comes Phryne with--
PHRYNE: Don't, Janey!
(laughter)
Should I know you?
My sister's ribbon.
Miss Fisher.
Is it still Miss?
I'm sorry I couldn't tell
your family
what you needed to know.
Then tell me now.
I have never confessed
to the crime
you want me to be guilty of.
And my time here is nearly up.
And here I am.
I've come halfway
round the world to make sure
that you never
get out here alive.
Death is only a torment
for those who believe
it is the end of all things.
I'm not a child anymore,
Mr Foyle,
so I won't play
your lofty games.
Whatever horrors you visited
on her I have imagined tenfold.
And given the chance,
I would do the same to you
without smearing my lipstick.
PHRYNE: Has she given you any
details about what happened?
They never do.
Either fell down the stairs
or claim to be
completely mystified.
This one's
not even offering her name.
No clues in her purse?
You don't
have to save the world, Phryne.
Where are her things?
"I would wholeheartedly
recommend Miss Hartley..."
John Andrews.
(1920s swing music)
I smuggled this upstairs.
I recommend you swallow
at least a bucketful.
Oh, sorry, miss.
You seem to be coping
better than your maid.
Aunt Prudence said
you had to let the last one go.
Oh yes, it was unpleasant
but trivial.
What, trouble with
the telephone, like this one?
John caught her
stealing the silver cruet set
and I agreed
he should dismiss her.
Do you think she'd have any
information about the household
that might help the police?
Unlikely.
Alice was a timid thing
and she went quietly enough.
Drink up.
(laughter and chatting)
PRUDENCE: Phryne, darling!
Oh, you look divine,
and I've found you
a charming dental technician.
Very thoughtful.
I do appreciate
you weren't born to wealth.
At least your mother
came from good stock.
It's just unfortunate
she ran off with your father.
Lucky, then, the Great War laid
waste to his titled cousins.
Yes.
Well, no one likes a war.
Do you think anyone here
would want to harm Lydia
or her husband?
Don't be absurd!
You're looking at the cream
of Melbourne society.
Apart from Clementine Smythe
over there.
She snaffled Lydia's upholsterer
just when she needed him most.
And Tilda Higginbottom,
by the punch as usual.
But that one,
she takes the biscuit.
Practically runs a bordello.
- Hello there, Prudence.
- Madame Breda.
May I present my niece,
the Honorable Phryne Fisher.
- How do you do?
- Madame Breda.
Madame Breda
has a little establishment
at the far end of the city.
A Turkish bath palace,
Miss Fisher.
How interesting. I'm a devoted
patron of the London Hamam.
You should try it,
Aunt Prudence.
No, thank you, my dear.
I shall remain all the cleaner
for staying away.
Excuse me.
Terrible news
about John Andrews.
I've been a loyal customer
of his for years.
What line of business
was he in?
Importing from the Orient.
Cosmetics, Manchester.
The most beautiful rugs.
He adored Lydia,
though he had less time
for her endless social events
and her more colorful friends.
Like who?
Like
the adorable Sasha de Lisse.
Mademoiselle est magnifique.
Now I recall.
I saw you dancing in Paris
five years ago with your sister.
Death and the Maiden. It was
primitive and spine chilling.
My sister unfortunately
passed away some months ago.
My condolences.
I am still unused to dancing
without her.
Do you tango, Miss Fisher?
(music starts)
Ladies and gentlemen,
presenting Sasha de Lisse.
We've been trying to reach
Mrs Andrews
but something seems to be
wrong with your telephone.
(applause)
- Excuse me, madam.
- Yes?
The police need to speak
with Mrs Andrews again.
Should I call her down?
Poison?
The coroner
found traces of arsenic
when he examined your husband
and your own symptoms seem to be
consistent with a milder dose.
Do you know
where it came from?
The sugar bowl
with the breakfast tray
was laced with rat poison.
John always took so much sugar
in his tea.
Thank God
I didn't finish my own.
We've been informed your maid
prepares the morning tray.
That's correct.
We'll need to ask Miss Williams
a few questions at the station.
You don't seriously suspect
this poor child of murder?
Actually I was studiously
avoiding that term, Miss Fisher.
If you find yourself
in legal trouble,
I know a clever woman
who might help.
Thank you, miss.
I can't imagine what grudge that
poor girl could have against us.
I hope we have the pleasure
to meet again, Miss Fisher.
I'm sure that can be arranged.
Au revoir, ma chère.
Lydia seems calmer now.
If only this awful poisoning
business was resolved,
she could busy herself
with the wake.
Yes, that could cheer her up.
My earrings!
That man was far too charming.
What's the hurry?
My driver's on his way.
I'll explain later.
Goodnight, Aunt Prudence.
At this hour? It's not safe!
Why do you think you can
just run off on your own?
Because I'm carrying a gun.
Phryne!
I need to buy cocaine.
(bell)
Get away, I warn you! Come back.
He's got a blade.
Steady, steady, steady.
- Where's your gun, galah?
- Give him a fright!
Come on!
(gunshots)
(gasps)
It is me, Sasha.
Pour l'amour de Dieu,
mademoiselle, help me!
MAN: He's got to be around
here somewhere!
PHRYNE: In here. Not a sound.
Down.
(men's voices)
MAN: Come on!
(Australian accent) Evening,
gentlemen. Looking for a frolic?
Yeah, we're looking for a fella.
Seen a man running through here?
No but I seen plenty lying down.
Come on, this scrag's no use.
How much, darling?
Depends, sweetheart.
Show us your tackle.
MAN: Put it away!
The coast is clear.
- Argh!
- Sasha!
I thought the bullet missed me.
Oh, wonderful (!)
You're not badly hurt
though you may have ruined
one of the most stunning gowns
Melbourne will ever see.
Why did you steal my earrings?
To pay for cocaine.
It's a dangerous habit
if you're going to be shot
in the process.
You should not assume
it is my habit.
My reasons were personal.
So were my earrings.
What did you say
to the pharmacist?
I asked
to meet the king of snow.
The mastermind of the cocaine
business in this town.
Melbourne has certainly become
more interesting in my absence.
Life has been hard since
we were forced from Russia.
Too hard for my sister.
She became addicted to cocaine
and lost her way.
She took her own life.
How awful.
But Lydia was very good
to both of us.
But I gather her husband
was not a ballet enthusiast.
I never cared for John Andrews.
You think I was having
a love affair with your friend.
It is not true. She's too demure
for my attentions.
Whereas you...
I'm so sorry, Miss Fisher, but
I didn't know where else to go.
I've been dismissed
without a reference
and I think I need that
clever woman you talked about.
You'd better come in.
(sobs)
The matching Mary Jane's up
there if you're looking, miss.
Thank you. My dance instructor
was perfecting my develope.
Now sit down. Have some toast.
Tell me everything.
The police asked me so many
questions about Mr Andrews
it made me giddy.
About what kind of gentleman
he was,
what kind of boss, how he
treated us household staff.
And what did you tell them?
Well, I couldn't lie.
I'm a Catholic.
He was all hands and tried
to pin me against the range
and have his way in the kitchen
the night before he died.
And I told them
he did the same to Alice
and how she took off
the morning they found him.
Now I'm worried they're
going to blame Alice as well.
Was Alice in the family way
to her employer?
To John Andrews?
I can't help you
if you won't tell me the truth.
It was a woman who helped me.
Her name was Madame Breda.
I've met her. And where did
Madame Breda send you?
I couldn't tell.
The van had no windows.
But the door off the lane
was green, I remember that.
And when I came to,
I could smell food.
Like a bakery.
She said he was a doctor.
(door opens)
Sorry, Miss Fisher,
it was by the bath. I just...
Not at all. Phryne will do.
I washed
and pressed your clothes
and I mended those stockings
for you.
You have a very fine hand, Dot.
It's my gift, Miss...
Phryne.
I had more trouble getting those
bloodstains
off that lovely gown though.
(gasps) Genius!
And I found this under the bed.
Oh, thank you!
A marvelous device invented
by a thoroughly modern woman
called Marie Stopes.
Family planning.
I could do with a maid.
Though you'll probably
want your old position back
once this fuss has blown over
and Mrs Andrews
is back to her old self?
No,
not for all the tea in China.
Even without Mr Andrews,
there's still the electric iron
to worry about.
And the vacuum cleaner.
And the new washing machine.
- Don't they save you labor?
- Yes but at what cost, miss?
My priest says it's unnatural
putting electricity
through wires.
Sooner or later,
it'll come in contact
with the molten centre
of the earth
and will blow up
the whole world.
Well, if you work for me,
you'll have to answer
the telephone promptly.
And I might need you,
on occasion,
to bend the Ten Commandments.
- Erm, like when?
- Today.
And how important
is the telephone?
Extremely. Now get your coat.
We're off to the Turkish baths.
(knock)
Come in.
Madame Breda,
do you remember me?
You're Lydia's maid, aren't you?
I need your help.
I know you helped Alice.
Oh, not you too.
John Andrews?
Thank you
for drawing me out of the house.
I feel so much better here.
It's hardly the bordello
Aunt Prudence fears.
Madame Breda has been
one of John's best customers.
Lydia,
how much did you know
about your husband's
business dealings?
Not enough. I've never
had a head for figures.
I may have to take
over the reins all the same.
Do you think
the attempt on your lives
could have something to do
with a retaliation,
after a falling out
with a customer?
I don't know what you mean.
Could John have gotten mixed up
in some business dealings
you weren't aware of?
Did he tell you everything?
I loved John, Phryne.
His death has left me bereft.
I'm not ready yet
to pick over his bones.
Of course not.
No. Just black for me.
Of course.
Here she comes.
I had to miss
my second pummeling
so I hope you've got
something to report.
She made me pay £10 and said
to give this to the doctor.
She said not to open it
and then I have to meet them
on the corner of the laneway
near Johnson's Hatters
at seven in the morning
wearing a red rose.
Sounds risky.
If someone hadn't done away
with John Andrews,
it could have been me
in that hospital.
It's the least I can do
for Alice.
Now all we need's a red rose.
It's packaged exactly the same
way as the Patterson's powders
I souvenired
from Lydia's bathroom.
Well,
the pink's only a vegetable dye
with a nerve powder.
It's most likely
a narcotic base
like opium
or a stimulant like cocaine.
Is it legal like that?
Not from a Turkish bath house.
You need
a doctor's prescription.
If Madame Breda's using it
to pay off unsavory types,
then my bet is cocaine.
Definitely cocaine.
I'm the doctor.
Just to make sure.
What has this to do with Butcher
George and backyard abortions?
I'm not sure yet, Mac.
But I think it's time
somebody found out.
Open up.
Yes.
Give them a head start.
(engine won't start)
They'll get
a ruddy head start, alright.
Remind me to buy you a new taxi
when this is over.
(engine starts)
Eureka!
Stop!
Come on.
Proctors Pies!
Alice said she smelled baking.
Turn down there!
(footsteps)
(door opens)
MAN: Hello there, girlie.
My name's Doctor George.
I'll be relieving you
of your little burden.
- There's the van.
- Hurry!
We're looking for a green door.
Come on, love.
It's only nerves, hmm?
No, it's not. Just leave me!
You've got the collywobbles.
I've seen it all before.
Come on, up on the table.
Let's lie down good and quiet,
hmm?
Damn it!
Where the hell have they gone?
Let's see how far gone you are.
- No!
- Easy!
(cries) I'm not far gone.
I'm not even gone at all.
What's your caper?
It's got to be close!
Over here. I'll take this side.
Sid! Give us a hand.
Nothing. Oh, Dot!
This'll calm her down.
(screams)
Upstairs!
(screams)
Away from that girl!
Both of you!
Hands towards heaven.
Up, you idiot.
So you're the animal who
took the knife to Alice Hartley?
Cec, what have you got to say
to this man?
My sentiments exactly.
Now all we need
is some brown paper and string,
and these two gentlemen
can deliver you to the police.
But first,
you're going to tell me
exactly how you know
Madame Breda.
Won't Alice
still have to confess?
Don't worry, Dot. Cec will help
her tell the police
that she paid Butcher George the
money and then changed her mind
but he wouldn't listen.
- Is that what happened?
- More or less.
That was the most perilous day
of my entire life.
Even worse
than being a murder suspect.
But the cocoa helps.
I'm glad because you need to be
brave a little longer.
Why?
You'll be safe enough here
but if I don't by midnight,
you might
have to call the police.
On the telephone?
I'm afraid so.
Cheerio.
PHRYNE:
Now there's a familiar figure.
You sure about that bloke?
Not entirely.
French Russian extraction.
We've only met socially.
I'm definitely not sure about
those two. Bastard extraction.
We've only met up a dark alley.
PHRYNE: They're going
into Madame Breda's.
Come on.
Up there. The balcony.
We could get over it.
Here, hold this.
Give me a leg up.
Is that all I can do for you?
You might go for help.
Things could get
interesting around here.
Thought they already were.
Oi! What's your lark?
Get back here!
(men's voices)
(men fighting)
MAN: I kill you! I kill you!
Don't move.
You're that tart we met
the night we shot this dago
in the alley.
She knows nothing. Let her go
and do what you like with me.
I paid to speak with your boss.
Have you no honor?
Don't worry, mate. You'll get
your chat with the king.
(laughs)
PHRYNE: And what will you do
when you meet him?
Kill him.
Unless somebody's
already beaten you to it.
What do you mean?
The drugs are coming in
through J.A. Imports.
It's John Andrews' company.
So that is what amused
those thugs.
That I would meet
the king in the afterlife.
Lydia?
They told me he had a floozy.
I didn't think it would be you.
SASHA: But how?
Lydia poisoned her husband after
he had his way with her maid.
It wasn't just his philandering.
Of course not.
I know you better than that.
And Madame Breda
sorted the pregnancy
like she sorted
all your other grubby business.
You helped us.
We danced for all your friends.
Why did you do it?
Not all of us did so well
out of the war, Phryne.
You inherited a title
but my family lost everything.
And then I met John
and he was wealthy and charming.
Far too charming
and in the end
a hopeless businessman
and an utter embarrassment.
I rescued us
from bankruptcy and disgrace
and I built an empire.
All I wanted
was my own life back
but John
wouldn't let me have it.
Judge me if you like
but I saved myself.
What a shame
it took a life of crime
for you to find your strength,
Lydia.
Haven't you become
a dreary crusader?
I'm sure your demise
will fix that.
Strip them.
(clock ticks)
How long can we last in here?
A lot longer if you stay calm.
(groans)
Miss Fisher needs you
down at the Turkish baths
in Little Lonsdale.
I hope she's comfortable.
She could be waiting
a long time.
Sasha!
Sasha, don't fall asleep.
I told you, Cokey and The Bull.
They dragged off this Russian
dago and she went after him.
Some friend of yours, was he?
My eyes can't focus in this fog.
If the steam is piped in, we
just need to pipe it out again.
(clock chimes)
(phone rings)
City South Police Station,
Constable Collins speaking.
Yeah. Inspector!
Sir, it's Miss Williams
the telephone.
She said Miss Fisher's
in some kind of trouble.
(siren)
Now you two, take the front
and side entrances.
I'll take the rear
with Collins and Foster.
Right, let's break down
this door. Let's go!
Sasha, Sasha, don't fall asleep.
Wake up.
MAN: Stand back!
Glad you could make it,
Inspector.
I'm a little more steamed up
than I wanted to be.
Always wondered what went on
in a Turkish bath house.
- Come on then.
- (groans)
Tell me how clever you are.
what made you think
Lydia Andrews was the murderer?
Well, firstly,
she kept declaring
her love for John Andrews
when we all knew he was a cad.
I put that down
to marital delusion.
Then when she protested that
she had no head for business,
though she raised thousands
of pounds for the hospital fund.
I tried to put that down
as false modesty.
And even when she accused Alice
of stealing the cruet set,
though I'd read
her glowing reference,
I had hoped
it was her husband's lie.
Of course,
the other suspects helped.
There was Madame Breda
but she was too obvious.
She pointed the finger
at Sasha de Lisse.
So I was forced to discount him
as Lydia's jealous lover
with my own
thorough investigation.
Sorry, where was I? Oh, the tea!
That's what really bothered me.
She drank
just enough sweetened tea
to remove suspicion,
poisoning herself,
when I know she always
took her tea without sugar.
Must get a wriggle on or you'll
be late for Premier Hogan.
Just a polite chat about
the criminal justice system.
(girls chant skipping song)
(keys rattle)
(door bangs)
Miss, about the job. I don't
know what my priest will think
of your guns and knives
and dancing.
Considering your last employers
were a drug baroness
and a rapist, surely he'd
find me a modest improvement.
Cec, Bert, how lovely. Sit down
and have some champagne.
Inspector Robinson
and Constable Collins!
What a lovely surprise!
Your handbag, Miss Fisher.
And when you're fully hydrated,
I'd like a private word.
Thank you. But feel free amongst
my friends. We're celebrating.
Five minutes
after your timely escape
from the Turkish bath palace,
the steam room
exploded in a ball of flames
due to a back-up in the pipes,
resulting in an inferno
attended by every fire truck
in the metropolitan area.
Luckily
there were no fatalities.
One less bordello?
This is not a game, Miss Fisher.
Of course not. Now raise a glass
to my new business.
What kind of business?
To my oldest friend's
newest enterprise.
The Honorable Miss Fisher,
Lady Detective.
(chokes)
PHRYNE:
I do like the sound of that.