Where is the rest?
I tried.
Are you stealing from me?
Please...
I can make you tell me.
- Leave her alone!
- Argh!
Our return journey will be
so much more thrilling, Dot.
The first Hispano-Suiza was
built for the King of Spain.
Isn't she sleek?
The body's low and wide
but it hides an engine
of fiendish power.
Are you sure that's wise,
miss, for a lady detective?
Won't the crims hear you coming?
They'll see me first.
Shall I hold your bag for you,
Mother?
I am trying to count!
Stupid girl!
Two first-class tickets
to Ballarat, please.
PHRYNE:
Oh, thank you, Bert, Cec.
I don't know
what I'd do without you two.
You're about to find out, miss.
We've got a couple of other
jobs on the go.
Most of 'em a lot less trouble.
What a pity! I take possession
of my new house today.
I was hoping you might help
with the last of the furniture.
Our old jalopy
won't handle heavy loads.
That's a shame.
But if you call at this address,
I've left a small token
of my appreciation for you.
Thanks, miss. Much appreciated.
Maybe I should stay behind
to help with the unpacking.
Wouldn't I be of more use?
I didn't invite
you along to be useful, Dot.
I invited you
so we could have some fun.
I'll do my best then.
(child makes airplane sounds)
You do realize, young man,
that if you're squashed
on the tracks,
no one can put you back
together again?
Eddy! Eddy!
Stay away from the edge.
Boys!
I never understood
the appeal of parenthood.
MAN: Here's our lady friend.
Just in time.
See you in a couple of days.
Well! The scenery has vastly
improved, Dot,
and we haven't
even left the station.
(train whistle)
Shame.
We left the docks so we wouldn't
have to lick the boss's boots.
Miss Fisher's boots
are different.
You must be Mr Johnson
and Mr Yates.
- I'm Tobias Butler.
- G'day.
I thought you'd be wanting
some refreshment
before you pick up
the rest of the furniture.
Please.
I haven't worked
for a spinster before.
Spinster?
Have you met Miss Fisher?
I understand
she's related to the king.
Mrs Butler
would have loved that.
She's certainly a toff.
It'll be a pleasure to serve
a respectable lady
with a strict routine
who appreciates the quiet life.
- (chokes)
- PHRYNE: Woo!
Come on, Dot!
Miss!
Smell the fresh air!
Please come in, miss.
(boy makes airplane sounds)
Can someone keep
that horrible child quiet!
Eddy! Eddy.
Sorry, miss. I'm...
Matron Henderson?
What a surprise!
Likewise. If I'd known I would
have changed my bloody booking!
Mr Cotton, that's enough.
Keep out of it, Eunice.
Come on, Eddy.
And you can stick your eyes
back inside your head, missy.
(owl hoots)
(train whistle)
(sniffs)
Hello? Is everything alright?
Miss, what's happening?
DOT: What's that smell?
It's chloroform.
Mother? Where...
Where's my mother?
- Was she with you?
- She was right here.
Pull the emergency cord.
(brakes screech)
MAN: We'll check the crossing.
You two head south.
Mrs Henderson!
Let's keep on this way.
PHRYNE:
These local plods are useless.
There's clearly been foul play.
That's a full run, miss.
You've won.
Game's over.
What a relief.
What about the man
with the little boy?
What about him?
He seemed to have a set
against Mrs Henderson.
Apologies, ladies and gentlemen,
but I'm afraid we'll remain here
for the night.
We will provide
light refreshments
and try to make you
as comfortable as possible.
Hello, Sergeant. I'd just like
to offer you my services.
I wouldn't worry your pretty
head about police work.
You leave that to us. Hmm?
Inspector Jack Robinson
finds my help invaluable.
Who?
Senior Detective Inspector
Jack Robinson,
City South.
He'd be thrilled to think
I could be of assistance.
Well, I'll be telephoning my
report through to him shortly,
so I'll ask him direct.
Ooh!
Constable Collins!
Miss Williams.
Constable Collins, how lovely!
Tell the inspector
I'll be right with him.
The er...inspector's not here,
miss.
But he thought it important
enough to send you?
Er, only to tell you,
in his words,
to stay in your compartment,
to please resist
the temptation to interfere,
and to not bandy about his name
for your own convenience.
You can assure the inspector
that none of this
is very convenient.
Thank you.
Ha! That's one.
No worries, Sarge. Nice shot.
Miss Fisher! I thought you were
in your compartment.
I tried my best but I'm not good
with confined spaces.
I'm sure the local sergeant
has things under control.
The local sergeant couldn't
control a country cake stall.
I know Mrs Henderson
was on the train
after Bacchus Marsh Station
because I saw her reboard.
Where did the train stop
after that?
Nowhere.
It's an express to Ballarat.
But I felt it stop.
What's that?
Er, that... That's a water stop
but the train only shunts there
for five minutes.
A lot can happen
in five minutes, Constable.
I've been told
to steer clear of you.
Oh, the constable here
was just asking
if I recalled the train stopping
after Bacchus Marsh.
It's an express.
Ah, apart from the water stop,
sir.
MAN: Miss Fisher, wait!
It's... It's pitch black!
Follow my lead, Constable.
I have the eyes of a fox.
Miss Fisher, slow down!
The carriage would have
pulled up around here.
Miss Fisher, wait!
It looks like something's
been dragged this way.
Come on, men, keep up!
No, no, no, let me, miss.
It's very high.
Don't fret, Hugh.
I've scaled Kilimanjaro.
At least
to the first hiker's hut.
What's that?
Oh, dear God.
Let's cut her down.
- Sir!
- Constable Collins.
I hope you're not allowing
civilians
to tamper with a murder victim.
Hello, Inspector,
how was your journey?
As uneventful as yours will be.
Back to your compartment,
thank you, Miss Fisher.
So most of the bruising's
around the neck.
But not a lot of jewelry,
you'll note.
We'll take that into
consideration, Miss Fisher.
And I'd keep an eye out
for a large faceted
rose quartz and gold necklace
and diamond cluster earrings
and several exquisite...
Good night, Inspector.
Alright, Miss Fisher.
Take a full description of the
victim's missing valuables,
please, Constable.
Yes, sir.
I don't believe it.
I know this is a terrible time,
but do you have any idea
who might harbor a grudge
against your mother?
Everybody knew Mother
was difficult, but murder?
Oh, I can't thank you enough,
Mr Cotton.
These windows tend to stick
and I've been in a fluster
since I heard
about Mrs Henderson.
Have they found her yet?
They found her body.
Seems she was murdered.
Murdered?
Someone hung her
from a water tank.
Good God.
I believe you knew her.
Yes. I can't say
I'm that sorry she's gone
but the daughter
seems nice enough.
It must be awful for her.
Alexander Cotton?
Yes.
Detective Inspector
Jack Robinson.
Mr Cotton was just
helping me with my windows.
You'll have to manage
your own windows, Miss Fisher.
I need to ask Mr Cotton
a few questions.
What about?
Just routine.
Take my compartment.
I was just leaving.
Where were you last night
when the train stopped
at the water tank?
I was in the dining car,
I think.
I'm just going.
What were you doing
in the dining car?
I went to get a lemonade
for Eddy.
He was on at me about the show.
How long till we got there.
I thought it might
keep him quiet.
You were on your way
to the Ballarat Show?
I'm not much interested
in agriculture,
but we had free tickets.
Thank you for your gallantry,
Mr Cotton.
Goodbye, Miss Fisher.
Ask him about his
altercation with Mrs Henderson.
Miss Henderson, may I come in?
Pardon me for asking
but was your mother
in full command
of her faculties?
My mother was many things
but she was not in her dotage.
She only retired
a few years ago.
That's when we moved
to the city.
So you were on your way to
Ballarat to visit old friends?
Yes. We booked
a guest house for the weekend.
You don't think
she was still alive when...
I'm sure
your mother didn't suffer.
If she was chloroformed,
like you were,
she wouldn't have known a thing.
I hope so. All for the sake
of a few baubles.
It seems that way.
But her jewels looked
to be quite valuable.
Father brought the diamonds back
from the Boer War.
I think Mother treasured them
more for sentimental reasons.
I'm sure the police
will do their best
to find the culprit
and return your heirlooms.
But...
I'd like to help.
A detective? Do you not think
the proper authorities
will get to the bottom of this?
Perhaps, eventually.
There'll be an autopsy,
of course.
I know this must be hard
but my companion
couldn't help noticing
your mother arguing with a man
in the dining car.
Oh, Alexander Cotton.
He and Mother don't get on.
Why not?
His wife died in labor
while Mother was matron in
charge at the Ballarat Hospital.
He blamed her. You don't think
he did something to her, do you?
I can look into it further,
if you like.
But we shouldn't
jump to conclusions.
Thank you, Miss Fisher.
I would like your help.
My Mary tried to tell her
that our boy was about to arrive
but Matron Henderson
said she was nowhere near her
time and sent us home again.
My poor Mary bled to death
on the kitchen floor
after I delivered Eddy myself.
She never saw her son.
And you blame Mrs Henderson?
Well,
I'd be a fool to tell you that.
Surely you have
better things to do.
Another round of gin rummy?
I can't abide playing cards.
A complete waste of time.
So you think he did it?
I'll keep my own counsel
on that.
If he'd hauled
an elderly woman
up a water tower in a panic,
you'd think he'd have a blister
or two.
But he has the softest palms.
He could have worn gloves.
Odd that he was on a train trip
with a woman he loathed.
It wasn't planned.
He won tickets in a competition.
So if the compartment was
locked, how did you get in?
I hit the lock with my shoe.
Your shoe seems to have
the ballistic capabilities
of a .38 revolver.
Fancy that.
Hmm.
So you're letting me in?
It's either that or watch
you hound me through the door.
So the murderer was either
one of the passengers
or boarded the train
at the water stop.
Then broke in here and managed
to knock out the daughter,
possibly the mother too,
with neither of them
making much protest.
Not that I could hear.
Hmm.
I assume this window was closed
when you found
the victim's daughter.
Ah!
The perfect match for Mrs
Henderson's afternoon frock.
Ink background, peach print
with an olive and red
floral design.
I'll take your word.
And look at this.
Even I noticed the body
wore red shoes.
Crimson patent leather.
I think we've established
her exit route,
conscious or unconscious.
- (knock)
- Inspector?
Erm, sorry to interrupt
but could I please have a word
outside?
I was just giving the inspector
my account of finding
the victim and my client.
Client?
Miss Henderson's asked me
to look into the case.
And what would prompt her
to do that?
She recognizes
my considerable talents.
Self-styled and completely
untrained though they are.
When you've both finished here,
the police
would like to talk
to you about a lost child.
The Ballarat police picked
her up walking the rail line.
She had a handkerchief
full of the old lady's diamonds.
I'm
Detective Inspector Robinson.
Let's start with your name.
She's refusing to answer
any of our questions, sir.
You don't have a choice.
You've been caught with
thousands of pounds' worth
of stolen property.
Perhaps we have a use
for Miss Fisher after all.
How does it compare
with Kilimanjaro, Miss Fisher?
Why the water tank,
do you think, Inspector?
Mrs Henderson could have been
strung up
just as well on any old tree.
The advantage of the water tank
is the water
but our victim was hung
not drowned.
Although it would have made
a very good hiding place.
If not for the rusty ladder
you fell down.
I didn't fall.
The ladder collapsed beneath me.
Given your low expectations
of police investigative skills,
Miss Fisher,
you may be surprised to hear
that we've found
Mrs Henderson's valuables.
I am!
I mean, I'd be surprised
if anyone found them.
Except you, Inspector.
But our thief is proving
to be such a difficult customer
that I've come to beg your help.
No, I don't do children,
especially
not uncooperative ones.
Looks like it's off to welfare,
then.
We both know
that that won't help.
I've done my best.
I'm Phryne Fisher.
What's your name?
MAN: I'll be just over there
if you need anything.
Would you like to come inside
for a fizzy drink?
A sarsaparilla, perhaps?
Seems bribery is not
going to get us anywhere, then.
I'm tempted to tell them
I saw you lurking
on the platform,
obviously trying to stow away.
Your choice.
I don't remember anything.
I must have fallen
and hit my head
when I jumped off the train.
You need to tell me
how you came to be in possession
of those jewels.
You've been caught red handed
and the police
are looking to solve a murder.
They'll say
you tried to rob the old lady
and she put up a fight.
Next thing you know
you'll be locked up for life
or worse.
I didn't kill anyone.
I don't think for a moment
you did.
But you certainly know
something.
Jane.
My name's Jane.
I had a sister called Jane.
It's a lovely name.
(knock)
Miss Henderson,
how are you feeling?
Better, slightly.
Has there been any development
with the case?
Have the police questioned
Mr Cotton?
Yes, his alibi is flimsy.
Of course he has a motive
but no incriminating evidence
so far.
Then thank goodness I have you
helping with the case.
I have a motor car
arriving in an hour's time.
I'm happy to give you a lift
back to Melbourne
if you want to get off
this train.
I'm hoping the inspector's
finished with me,
but I wouldn't
want to trouble you.
No trouble at all.
Plenty of room for one more.
Well, that's one problem less.
PHRYNE:
Isn't she glorious, Inspector?
You ready, ladies?
What on earth...
They say the top speed's
85 miles an hour
but I'm sure
we can do better than that!
Constable, is it possible
Miss Fisher has just kidnapped
the victim's daughter
and one of our suspects?
It is now, sir.
MAN: This'll be interesting.
And you must be Mr Butler!
Pleased to meet you,
Miss Fisher.
Sorry, I forgot to telephone
ahead about my extra guests.
We've all been somewhat
distracted
by Eunice's mother's murder.
A murder, miss?
I do hope they chloroformed her
first
but hanging's never pleasant.
Keep your eye on this one.
She's a stowaway, a thief
and probably needs delousing.
The police will come
looking for her
but you can just refer them
to me.
Oh, and while I remember,
careful with the hand luggage.
My pistol's in there
and it may be loaded.
Of course, miss.
Appreciate the warning.
(sobs)
Dot, whatever's wrong?
I've never had my own room
before.
It's lovely.
Is that all?
I thought you were still
suffering motion sickness.
Oh no, miss, I wasn't ill.
Just terrified out of my wits.
Well, that's a relief.
I don't have to worry
about my upholstery.
You've done a magnificent job
setting up the house.
Everything exactly
where it ought to be.
Oh, thank you, miss.
Approximately how long
will Miss Jane
be staying with us?
Till she tells us
everything she knows.
Very well.
Mr Alastair Herbert,
Miss Henderson's fiancé,
and her cousin,
Mr Lindsay Thompson,
are waiting
in the parlor for you.
On the telephone Eunice said
she'd been chloroformed.
I know something
about its after effects.
Don't show off, Alastair.
One more exam and he's a doctor.
- Can I see her now?
- Of course.
Dot, would you mind
showing Mr Herbert upstairs
to see Miss Henderson?
Of course. This way, sir.
I hope you don't
mind our casual dress.
We've come straight from rowing.
We're both
in the Intervarsity Eight.
Looks like
your coach shows no mercy.
All part of the sacrifice.
But Al's more the sporting hero.
That's the way to win
a university scholarship.
Are you a medical student, too?
No, I'm studying law.
I hope to go to the Bar some day
and specialize in crime.
Fascinating area. It's a treat
to meet a lady detective.
Do you have any idea
who's responsible?
I was hoping you might help me
there.
Do you know of any enemies
your aunt might have made?
How long a list would you like?
Were you close to your aunt?
I was
rather fond of the old girl.
I don't deny she could be vile
at times
and she thought poor Alastair
was far too common
because his father
sells buttons in Ballarat,
but she never turned
her talons on me.
What do you put that down to?
Charm.
Thank you for the ride home,
Miss Fisher,
and for all your help.
Are you sure
you're up to going home?
I have a physician friend
who can look you over.
I'll take perfectly good care
of her, Miss Fisher.
I'll telephone, then,
regarding the case.
Of course.
I'll look forward to your call.
So will I.
Could you please
find me the number
for Melbourne University, Dot?
I need to have a word
with vice chancellor.
(knocking)
- Good evening.
- I'm sorry to wake you
but this lady insists on seeing
young Jane tonight.
I'm the dear child's aunt.
I've been so worried about her.
Mr Butler, please show Miss Gay
into the parlor.
I've explained to your visitor
that Jane's in temporary care
while we continue
our investigation.
Thank you.
But the inspector
is expecting you at the station
in the morning
to explain
why you abducted a juvenile.
Well, I'm sure I'll have
a very good answer by then.
Good night, miss.
When I think of her wandering
all alone at night.
The constable said you were
kind enough to take her in.
Did he mention that she'd been
found with stolen property?
Oh dearie me.
I'm afraid my Jane has
been light fingered before.
It seems your aunt is here.
Oh, Jane, darling!
Thank God you're alright!
Come back home with me
and we'll help sort out
all this fuss.
No! I'm not going back there
and you're not my aunt!
Now this isn't time
for one of your stories.
I don't want him near me.
- Who?
- Jane, dear.
I know we don't have these
kind of comforts back home
but that is no reason
for this kind of carry on.
Now come along.
No, please!
Don't make me go back there.
It's very late in the day
to be discussing this.
If you'd like to meet me at the
police station in the morning,
you can provide my solicitor
with proof
that you're
Jane's legal guardian
then I can release her
into your care.
Don't be fooled by her.
She's a devious child.
Mr Butler,
please show Miss Gay out.
Yes.
You'll be hearing from me.
No doubt.
Jane, who is that woman?
What are you so afraid of?
How can I help you
if you won't tell me?
I can't.
No doubt about this job, mate.
Bloody shocking conditions.
Morning, Bert, Cec.
I need you to inquire
about renting a room in
this boarding house in Seddon.
Find out all you can about
the landlady, Miss Gay,
and any dubious gentlemen
tenants she might have.
Morning, Inspector.
I was just on my way to see you.
To explain yourself, I hope.
Tea?
I can't believe your hide.
Appropriating a child
who should have been in the care
of the state.
State care.
You know what those
places are like.
And if that woman was Jane's
aunt, I'll eat my cloche.
The poor child
clearly loathed her.
None of this explains
how that poor child
came to be in possession
of Mrs Henderson's jewels,
or what she had to do
with her murder.
I've finally convinced Jane
she should speak with you.
Come in, Jane!
I found
the jewels by the rail line.
Why didn't you tell us this
before?
I didn't think you'd believe me.
That could be because it's not
particularly believable.
What were you up to
on the train?
I was asleep in the guard's van
mostly but someone came in
when the train stopped
and woke me up.
- Who was it?
- I thought it was the guard.
I was hiding
and they were in a hurry.
Whoever it was, they grabbed
a whole lot of rope and left.
You couldn't see anything?
No, it was too dark.
But a little later
I heard noises,
so I poked my head out
to see what was going on.
- And?
- That's when I saw the jewels,
from the train,
spilled all over the ground.
I should still charge you
as a stowaway.
Why me? I wasn't the only one.
Who else was there?
That rich man
in his fancy striped jacket.
You mean Alastair Herbert
or Lindsay Thompson?
I saw them at the station
before the train pulled out.
I couldn't tell which one.
I only saw from behind.
But one of them jumped back on.
Thank you, Jane.
I'll see you upstairs.
Alastair Herbert
whisked Eunice away
far too quickly for my liking.
I checked up on both
with the university.
Yes?
Mr Thompson,
the charmer of the pair,
is in strife
for gambling at Ormond College,
and Mr Herbert,
the rowing champion,
has actually failed
the medical degree
he claims he's almost finished.
Thank you. I'll make
a note not to consult them
for legal or medical advice.
But if I need
to be rowed anywhere,
they sound like just the ticket.
Blimey.
WOMAN: It's ten shillings
a week, deposit now.
Breakfast is at seven,
dinner is at six.
No alcohol, tobacco or skirts
and board's due
every Friday at 12.
Did you find the girl?
Oh, good morning, Mr Merton.
You look familiar.
Have we met before?
I know I've seen you somewhere.
Perhaps you saw my stage act.
I used to play the Tivoli.
Maybe. What was your act?
I am The Great Hypno.
That's right. I remember now.
Always a pleasure
to meet an admirer.
- I can't take the room.
- Why, what's wrong?
There's a bloke in there I know,
from the Tiv.
He's a bloody hypnotist!
Same one made you cluck
like a chook
then lay an egg?
You promised Miss Fisher.
So you're just going to have
to go back in there.
Come on.
(clucks)
I can manage myself.
It's alright, love. All I'm
after is some information.
You know a girl called Jane
who used to live here?
Jane's my best friend.
Have you seen her?
She's in a much more
hospitable place than this.
WOMAN: Ruth! Get out here, girl!
INSPECTOR: I'll ask you again,
Mr Herbert.
Where did you go after you
farewelled Miss Henderson
on the Ballarat train that day?
You're not making this
easy for yourself.
Anything I say in here, does it
have to go any further?
It'll go all the way
to the High Court
if you don't cooperate.
It's difficult
because of Eunice.
I love her,
you have to believe that.
Go on.
Alright.
I spent most of the evening
in the city watch house.
What were you picked up for?
Soliciting.
I have, on occasion,
visited certain ladies
of the night.
I feel awful about it.
Can anyone confirm this?
What was the name
of the establishment?
It's very discreet.
Police records will confirm
I spent the rest of the night
in a jail cell.
So your cousin
was the sole beneficiary
of your mother's estate?
It seems that way. He's always
been Mother's favorite.
I can't believe it.
Maybe Mother found out
that he owed money
and wanted to help him out.
Who did he owe money to?
Lindsay is very dear to me
but he likes
the occasional flutter
and his gambling debts
have got out of hand.
Your mother never discussed
her plans to change the will?
Never. I only thought
to look for it
after Miss Fisher telephoned.
I was so shocked
when I found the letter
in Mother's bureau.
Aunt Agnes's lawyer
rang me yesterday.
She left me everything.
Poor Eunice. But of course
I'll share whatever there is.
You don't seem surprised.
Aunt Agnes threatened it
constantly because of Alastair.
I just never thought
she'd go through with it.
Where did you go after
you dropped your aunt off
at the Ballarat train?
I went to the Automobile Club
for a quick ale.
Ended up staying longer than
I planned. I had supper there.
Can anyone verify your story?
Where was your friend,
Alastair Herbert?
Al wasn't with me that night.
He went off to swot
or something.
Who else was at the club?
You know,
it was unusually quiet.
I can't recall
anyone in particular.
I'd hone your answers
better than that
before Detective Robinson
calls you in.
You don't think I'm guilty?
It doesn't matter what I think.
But I don't allow myself to be
lustfully compromised
during my murder investigations.
Then I do hope this case
is resolved soon.
Was Eunice aware that she
was likely to be disinherited?
Of course she was.
Aunt Agnes
wasn't the secretive type.
Eunice was worried
Alastair would find out.
Maybe she feared
he'd lose interest.
She's a respectable lady.
That old cow downstairs
came after Jane
but Miss Fisher
sent her packing.
How did Jane end up here?
Miss Gay and Mr Merton got her
from the orphanage
like some of the others.
She's got no one. Not like me.
I've still
got my granny somewhere.
Are you sure Jane's alright?
What are you up to in here,
Ruth? She bothering you?
My friend from the Tiv.
How did you enjoy your lunch?
My guts are still groaning.
Let's see if I can help you
with that. Look into my eyes.
- No thanks.
- You only see my eyes.
You hear nothing but my words,
my voice.
You do nothing
but as I command you.
Why is that lady detective
interested in Jane?
Miss Fisher
thinks she stole some jewels.
Jewels?
As I told Miss Fisher,
I went to the Automobile Club
that night.
No one of your name
signed in that night.
We checked the register.
I moved on from there.
Just my usual haunts.
Same places every Friday.
Alastair could back me up.
Alastair's not in a position
to back anyone up.
He spent the night
in the Carlton watch house.
Is that what Al told you?
And Carlton Station
confirmed it.
I'd like to remind you
this is a murder investigation,
not a friendly chat.
Where were you?
That was me. At the watch house.
Al and I have an agreement.
He lets me use his name whenever
I get into strife with the law
so that I can go to the Bar
unblemished.
Are you saying Alastair agreed
that you could impersonate him
to protect
your own indiscretions?
I'm happy for him
to share my accommodation,
and he's happy to protect
my reputation.
We do look alike
on a rough description.
And someone of that rough
description,
either yourself or your friend
Alastair Herbert,
was seen unlawfully boarding
the Ballarat train
the night your aunt died.
I'm glad you understand
the seriousness of my inquiry.
Oh, hello, miss.
You might like to have an urgent
word with Miss Jane.
I see you've found yourself
some more valuables.
And who's this?
My friend Ruth, miss.
I think it's time to tell me
what's going on.
Can I help you?
Mr Merton.
Hypnotics,
illusions and futurologist.
The Great Hypno.
Mm-hm.
I offer my services for soirees,
ladies' luncheons,
birthdays and the like.
Perhaps I could have
a word with the householder?
He made us steal.
He'd hypnotize people
on the street
while we picked their pockets.
You poor lambs.
You're safe here.
A visitor for you, Miss Fisher.
A questionable gentleman.
Oh good. We've been expecting
him.
Is he here?
If he gets his hands on me,
he'll kill me!
No one is killing anyone.
- Shall I telephone the police?
- No, I'll deal with this.
- But he'll hurt you! Please!
- You don't know what he can do.
Girls, stay in my room.
Dot, lock the door behind me.
The Great Hypno! What an honor.
- Miss Phryne Fisher.
- A pleasure.
I've always been taken with
the idea of being hypnotized.
I'd be delighted
to demonstrate my skills.
Why don't you make
yourself comfortable?
Girls! No!
JANE: Sorry, Miss Williams!
Jane, come back! Let me out.
Jane!
You hear nothing but my words.
My voice.
You will do nothing but answer
the questions that I ask.
Now, tell me where the girl is.
Where is Jane?
Jane...
You will tell me where the girl
is or I will kill you.
Do you understand?
You will kill me.
No, you won't, you old bastard!
Argh!
You can hand that over now,
Jane.
They've got you fooled, lady.
They're liars!
I'm not interested
in your opinion, Mr Merton.
But you were hypnotized.
Not for a moment.
And it seems that you can
hold your own, Mr Butler.
22nd Battalion, AIF, miss.
- Dot!
- She's locked in the bedroom.
Well,
you might like to let her out
so she can telephone the police.
Mr Merton and Miss Gay
are both behind bars
and we've contacted most
of the girls' families,
including your grandmother,
Ruth.
Excuse me. Miss Eunice Henderson
is here to see you.
Thank you, Dot.
Don't run off, Inspector.
Thank you so much, Miss Fisher,
but I've decided
the police
can handle things from here.
The case isn't solved yet.
But I've had quite enough of it.
A spell at the seaside
is what I need.
I'm sure it is.
Pity no one sent you
free tickets
like you sent Alexander Cotton.
I don't know what you mean.
You don't need to cover up
a good deed.
Unless it's more
than a good deed,
which I suspect, given
that you lied to the police
about your knowledge
of your mother's will.
I need to go.
I have a taxi waiting.
- Hello, Miss Henderson.
- Inspector.
Miss Henderson was just
about to explain
why she framed Alexander Cotton
for her mother's death.
Distinctive handwriting.
PHRYNE: And a very fine match
to the addressee
on Mr Cotton's mystery tickets.
Postmarked Hampton.
Isn't that where you live,
Miss Henderson?
- They were a gift. A kindness.
- It's too late, Eunice.
Your fear has given you away.
It's not what you think.
It wasn't meant to happen
like that.
We only needed
enough for a life together,
a practice in the country.
We only wanted Mother's jewels.
But something went
terribly wrong, didn't it?
EUNICE: Mother woke up.
We had to do something.
We had no choice.
This is not his fault.
It wasn't meant to happen.
The police will find him,
Eunice.
Or will he leave without you?
Alastair found out about
Mother's will, about Lindsay.
He's furious with him.
PHRYNE: He's a desperate man.
He might do anything.
You have to help us stop him.
He's gone to the Rowing Club
to meet Lindsay before training.
You don't think he'll hurt him?
(horn)
LINDSAY: You're the one
who talked the old cow into it!
I didn't, Al, I swear!
I'm happy to help you both out.
- Trust me!
- Just sign it!
Behind you, Alastair!
I've got it!
Stay back!
Move or I'll snap his neck!
- Alastair!
- It won't help you, Herbert.
Don't let him do this.
Eunice,
this is our chance
for everything we want. Yes?
- Just keep calm.
- You're making things worse.
Eunice, we can still get away.
The cottage by the sea,
remember?
Just bring me the gun.
Slowly.
Don't trust him, Eunice.
Alastair always planned to kill
your mother.
You don't know anything!
We know more than you hoped.
You knew
where that water tank was,
so you could hide
the body after you hung her.
The only thing
that wasn't premeditated
was losing your mother's jewels.
The rusty ladder
slowed him down.
But the whole plan was ruined
when he panicked at the sound
of a runaway child.
Your mother didn't wake up,
Eunice.
Even a failed medical student
would know
how much chloroform to use.
Did he tell you that?
That he'd failed his degree?
That's what
finally tipped you, isn't it?
That Mrs Henderson
was proven right.
You were never good enough.
Argh!
Let him go!
(gasps)
I still adore you, Eunice.
Alastair...
We've done such an unforgivable
thing.
Miss Fisher.
Thank you, Jane.
I was prepared to let this go
if you wanted it badly enough.
But I'm glad to have it back.
When are you taking me
to welfare?
I don't think I can.
How would you feel
about staying here?
I'm not a nice girl.
Well, I've never
been very nice either.
So you're just the kind of girl
I like.
GIRL: Phryne, Phryne, let's go!
♪ An owl and a pussycat
went to sea
♪ In a beautiful pea green boat
♪ They took some honey
and plenty of money
♪ Wrapped up
in a five pound note
♪ The owl...
Jane, look!
♪ And sang to a small guitar
♪ Oh lovely pussy,
oh pussy my love
♪ What a beautiful pussy
you are
(girl laughs)
Inspector Robinson is here,
Miss Fisher.
PHRYNE: Inspector!
To what do I owe the pleasure?
I've had a word to welfare.
They've agreed to let you
foster Jane.
Good.
But you're not convinced.
You do know it's not easy,
looking after a kid
who's been through the wringer?
Nothing that matters is easy.
And it could be worse.
She could be a babe in arms.
Can I offer you a drink?
Er...
Perhaps just the one.
What about babes of your own?
Er, no.
No, we were never blessed.
To the kids who've been through
the wringer, Inspector Robinson.
You might as well call me Jack.
Everyone else does.
Very well, Jack.
And you may call me Phryne.
Although
hardly anyone else does.