Miss Fisher's Murder Mysteries (2012–…): Season 1, Episode 11 - Blood and Circuses - full transcript

Come on in, my fine friends.

Come in, come in
and see the wonder of the age.

Ten spectacles
for the price of one.

Dare, our Duke of the Dagger,
and his delectable assistant.

Roll up, roll up!

Marvel at the mighty Samson,

the freaks and phantoms
and the merely fabulous.

Snake woman, man woman.
It's all real.

Oh, yes! Some of it's really real
and some of it's really fake.

But it's all really, really good!

And now, ladies and gentlemen,
a bit of hush if you please.



A bit of the old capital QT,

because the lovely Miss Parkes
is about to step into this box,

and vanish before your very eyes.

I'm looking for
Miss Phryne Fisher.

A Mr Samson to see you,
Miss Fisher, from the circus.

Oh. Should I suggest
he call another time?

No, no, I'll see him.

Who is he?

He's...
..someone I knew a long time ago.

Sam.

Phryne.

What a lady you've turned into.

You... clearly ate up
all your vegetables.

I did. I'm the strong man now.



Jane!

You've met Mr Butler.
This is my companion Dot.

Hello, Miss.
And my ward Jane.

Hello.

Jane.

A happy coincidence.

Murder? I assume the police
were called.

They took away
Miss Christopher's body.

Asked a few questions, then they
left. That was the end of it.

But I hear you're in the business
of solving crimes.

I'd like to help you, Samson,
but I can't.

I can't go back there.
Of course.

Did you ever find out
what happened to your sister?

They caught the man who took her.

Murdoch Foyle.

He was arrested
for kidnapping another child.

But he never confessed
to taking Janey.

I didn't mean to dredge it
all up.

Don't worry.

It's never far from my mind.

Jack, I told Samson you could help.

The case has been assigned
to another policeman.

What, Senior Sergeant Grossmith?
Mm.

He came sniffing around
last time we came to town.

Mr Jones asked him to sort out
a couple of thugs

who'd been causing us strife.

All he did was close down a two-up
game, then he was on his way.

Not the most diligent officer
in the force.

His results seem
perfectly satisfactory.

I assured Samson that you don't just
go out of the way

for the rich and famous.

In fact, we generally leave the
rich and famous to people like you.

Why aren't you investigating,
out of interest?

Oh, don't give me that!

What was all that about?

Miss Fisher was just inquiring about
the carnival murder.

Yeah, it's all in hand. Perhaps
you could use some assistance.

Constable Collins,
you'll be working

with Senior Sergeant Grossmith.
Ah... oh...

If Miss Fisher gets in the way
of this, I want to know about it.

Yes, sir. Just a moment.
I'll call you back.

Grossmith won't do anything.
He just looks the part.

I was sure Jack would help.

I didn't expect much
from the coppers.

They'll chalk Miss Christopher
up as just another dead drifter.

So for your next feat,

you intend to bend me as easily
as you'd bend an iron bar?

You always could see
right through me.

I can understand why you don't want
to go back to the carnival.

You think I'm afraid of ghosts?
I would be.

Look at you. I don't believe that
for a moment.

It's all show.

Then I think it's time I got in
on the act. Indeed.

Anything with feathers, fur or fins,
Dot! Bring it all!

Why the disguise, Miss?

Circus people
are a very suspicious lot.

They're not likely to tell the truth
to an outsider.

Hm! Oh!

Thank you.

So, you caught them red-handed,
sneaking under the tent. Yes.

Yes. Then your Miss Phryne
gave me a serve.

Said it was my fault for not
pegging down the tent properly.

It was such a good speech, the
boss Mr Jones, let them in for free.

Every day she'd try it again,
little sister in tow.

She doesn't talk about her, much.
About Janey.

No, I'm sure.

Too much?
That's just enough.

Phryne, no! They'll catch us!
Phryne!

It's alright. Come on.

Phryne.

Phryne? You OK?

You ready to front the boss?

I just lost my main attraction.

The last thing I need
is you falling to pieces.

I can't go back on stage with him.
Not yet.

Then you can take over
the Peep Show. No!

That's all I got, Amelia. I can't
just invent a new job for you.

Unless you've come to tell me
you've struck gold, you'd better go.

Sorry, sir.
Just someone looking for work.

What's your name?
Fern, sir.

What do you do, Fern?

A bit of everything.
Juggling, tumbling.

Let's see your legs.

Decision time, Amelia.

It's no kind of choice.
Alright, I'll do the Peep Show.

You'll be assisting Mr Sheridan,
our magician. Welcome aboard.

I won't let you down, sir.
You come from carnival people?

Not in this lifetime.
Really?

'Cause you look familiar.
People say that.

Must have a common kind of face.

Samson will show you the ropes.

She was working in a brothel
when Mr Jones found her.

They'd treated her so badly
she'd gone dumb.

He showed her she had value,
just like the rest of us.

She wasn't just accepted here,
she was respected.

Well, someone was unhappy enough
to truss her up in a straitjacket,

shove four daggers into her and
toss in a python for good measure.

I don't know what your muscles
earn you,

but Miss Christopher managed to save
a princely sum.

Well, we all earn the same.
One of Mr Jones' golden rules.

Well here's the wage, see?
Same as everyone else.

But this one big payment here.

Could be extra dollars
for the Peep Show.

I don't think anyone
would begrudge Mr Jones

giving her a bonus
every now and then.

Rather large bonus.

And a one off,
by the looks of it.

She was making regular payments
to a Dr Reginald Septimus.

Any idea what for?
No, what now?

I want to speak to your magician,
his assistant, and the snake charmer.

Doreen, you seen Miss Parkes?

Shower tent.
This is Fern. She's new.

Look after her
till Miss Parkes gets back.

Safe with me, sweetie.

I just heard what happened.

Is this the one they found in the box
with Miss Christopher?

Must've been awful, locked
up in a box with a dead body.

Poor baby.

Half man, half woman.
What a horrible life.

It's against nature, innit?

My mum always said
that God let those ones perish.

The ones that are born not right.

Yeah, well, I guess He let
a few through to the keeper.

You've gotta feel sorry for them
though, don't ya?

I don't have to feel sorry
for anyone.

You sound like my Sheridan,
you do.

Breaks his heart over every stray
in the street. She took advantage.

Miss Christopher?

Crying on his shoulder every night
for hours about her troubles.

Troubles?

You're a nosy one, aren't ya? What's
Jones got you doing on the show?

I'm gonna be assisting Mr Sheridan.

Well, you'd better be careful,
little Miss Fern.

You keep your eyes on the job
and your hands to yourself.

Alright?

I don't want any trouble.

Come on, Collins. You're not going
to hell for taking a little break.

Ah, I don't know, sir.

Shouldn't we be investigating
the carnival murder?

Yeah, we'll get to it. No hurry.

Sir, I think I might stay here
and just make sure...

Cheer up, sunshine.
All things in their time.

Besides, it's thirsty work
catching a murderer.

Where is it, eh?
You bunch of... maggots!

Give it up! You're not listening!

You...

Let me... go!

Hey! Hey!

Well, well, if it isn't
the Roy Boys!

You and you, your back against
the wall or I'll start shooting,

and I'll keep shooting
until someone gives me a prize.

Let go, Else.

Let go before you do something
you'll regret.

They broke into my place.
I know.

I know what they were looking for.
Didn't even bloody find it, did ya?

Keep your eye on the old lizard.

Someone needs to have a word
with these boys

about how to treat a lady.

Oh, we weren't doing any harm.
You've got some explaining to do.

Lizard?

Lizard?

Now, was that too hard for you,
boys?

So is a peep show
what it sounds like?

Well, on the way out, the punters
can buy a little something extra.

She didn't seem too thrilled
with the idea.

Miss Christopher used to do it,
before...

Made a lot of money,
half man, half woman.

Twice the price to have a gawk.

She hated it.

Last week she threatened to leave
and they had a barney.

The boss had to beg her to stay.

So there was tension between
Miss Christopher and Mr Jones.

The boss would never have wanted
to get rid of her.

She was our greatest money spinner.
Besides, I know Mr Jones.

He kept me on
when no-one else would have.

He was like a father to all of us.

Not all fathers are kind
to their children.

I wouldn't lose any sleep over it.

She's a slippery customer,
and those Roy Boys are a handful.

Yeah, well, it's a good thing
you had your gun on you, sir.

You can't ask a crook to wait
while you go back to the station,

and get a permission note
for your weapon.

No, sir.

Better get a wriggle on
with the carnie case.

These are the files of interest,

with a list of names for people
at the carnival.

Just check their histories.
Nut it out.

Try and impress me.
Yes, sir!

OK... bah, bah, bah, bah.

Have you been drinking, Constable?
Oh, just the one, sir.

Helps turn the cogs apparently.

If I ever catch you or anyone else
drinking on the job,

you can kiss your badge goodbye.

Now, get on with that
carnival investigation.

Jones will call for numbers
from the audience,

and I'll endeavour to hit them.

Endeavour? You're not filling me
with confidence, Mr Sheridan.

I rarely miss, Miss Fern.

That looks sore.
I fainted.

When Miss Parkes opened the cabinet,
and we all saw...

Faint at the drop of a hat, I do.

Can't imagine seeing that happen
to someone close to you.

See that Miss Parkes finds you
a costume. Good day to you.

'Course it was going to go bad.
Couldn't last.

It was stupid to think it would.

This. Will this do?
It'll be fine.

Are you... have I upset you
taking your job?

Look at me, blubbering like this.
I've got no right.

Your friend was killed.

If ever there's a good time
to blubber, I reckon this is it.

It's alright.

A good cry never hurt anyone.

I wasn't much of a friend to her
while she was alive.

Can hardly come over all upset
now she's dead.

Just wish we didn't have words
the last time I saw her.

Think there's a headdress
here somewhere.

My mum always set never to let
the sun go down on an argument.

She wanted to borrow some money.

For something special.

She just needed the last £50.

When she said she was leaving,

I got worried she wasn't going
to pay it back and I said as much.

She was so offended,
that I didn't trust her.

So, you see, I went back there
to apologise.

And I saw them together.

And I don't know what came over me.
I just lost my grip on things.

Said Lord knows what.

Who did you see?

Miss Christopher and?

Mr Sheridan.

Miss Christopher and Mr Sheridan
were lovers.

- Sir?
- Hmm?

I've been looking through the files
of these circus people,

and it looks like one of them
has a prior arrest.

Drunk and disorderly? Affray?

How does murder sound?

Sounds like a solid gold result
to me, kid.

What are you staring at?

Oh, Fern.

Some dishes here
with your name on it.

You wait till Mr Sheridan's plate
comes back too,

before you change the water.

No use wasting it.

Off you go, then.
You did the legwork.

Um... Amelia Parkes,
you're under arrest for murder.

- I'm ready.
- See?

She knows what's what.

This isn't the first time
you've been arrested, is it, love?

It was all over the newspapers.
You didn't read about it?

Trapeze Wife
Lets Husband Take Death Plunge.'

And where did you get this,
out of the Ark?

Bottom of a carnival trunk,
as it happens.

Miss Parkes was charged with murder

after failing to catch her husband
on the trapeze.

But...

during the trial,
it came out that she has epilepsy,

a condition she was unaware of
at the time.

She couldn't catch him because
she was in the middle of a seizure.

That's why her sentence was commuted.

Which makes this latest accusation
a masterstroke in lazy policing.

I could be wrong,

but I suspect wrestling your victim
into a straitjacket,

plunging in a set of steak knives
and wrangling a python

is a tall order for a woman
as frail as Miss Parkes.

And I assume you have a theory
as to who did the deed?

Two frontrunners.
One's the magician Mr Sheridan.

Very secretive
about his romantic involvement

with Miss Christopher's female half.

You think she might have threatened
to make the dalliance public?

Possible.

That's a hell of a way
to keep someone quiet.

But Mr Sheridan fainted
when he saw the body.

Not likely if he'd done
the handiwork himself.

A good faint, like just about
anything, can be faked.

Then there's Doreen, proud owner
of the python in question.

She imagines a romance
with the magician

that doesn't appear to be reciprocal.

So... it was a jealous rage?

Then there's her boss Mr Jones.

He and Miss Christopher argued when
she threatened to leave the carnival.

All very interesting.
Let me know when you narrow it down.

I'd like to see Miss Parkes.
To what purpose?

To check that her basic visitation
rights are being respected.

I am a workmate, after all.

I don't remember what happened
the night I killed my husband.

How can I be sure
it didn't happen again?

You've got epilepsy, Miss Parkes.

Samson mentioned you take an elixir
which helps?

That's the thing though, Fern.
I'm...

I'm supposed to take it.

But it makes me so tired, I can
hardly string my words together.

You stopped taking it?

The night I went and saw
Miss Christopher, I had a turn.

The next thing I remember
is being back in my tent.

Did Miss Christopher say why
she wanted to borrow money from you?

I don't like to betray a trust.
Might be important.

Does it have anything to do
with the doctor she was seeing?

She was tired of being
a half man, half woman.

She wanted to be one or the other.

And that doctor, he said he could
make it happen for her, for a price.

I want some
bloody justice from you lot!

- Come on, Jackie boy! Come on!
- I told you, he's busy.

I want some bloomin' justice
from you lot!

Hello, Jack.
Elsie.

Jack Robinson. He's the nicest
copper this side of the river.

I was his first arrest.
Did you know that?

Really?

Do you remember that, Jack?
You never let me forget, Else.

What seems to be the problem?

Those stinkin' Roy Boys, they're
still sniffin', around my place.

Sir, Sergeant Grossmith intervened
earlier on an attempted burglary.

Fat lot of good that did. They'll
never find it. That's Matty's stash.

What stash is that, Elsie?

I thought you swore blind
your boy Matthew

had nothing to do
with the Burns Street robbery.

Which, by logical extension,

would mean there was no stash
to be stolen.

My oath. You know what
I'm trying to say, though.

You know... you know
what I'm getting at.

Things'll seem a lot clearer
once you go home and have a sleep.

In fact, Constable Collins here
will take you home right now. I'm...

Unless, of course, you're finally
ready to interview Miss Parkes.

Sergeant Grossmith says that he
wants her to sweat it out some more.

He says sweat...

He says sweat what?

He says sweat... greases the wheels
on the fast track to confessions.

Dizzying insight, Constable.

Don't let him intimidate you
on the way home, Else.

What, this lamb?

I found out why Miss Christopher
needed that extra money.

Are you going to tell me?

I think it's something better seen
with your own eyes.

I thought the man-woman act
was a con,

but she was a real hermaphrodite.

But she didn't intend
to stay that way.

She'd found a doctor
who was prepared to relieve her

of her additional... appendage
for an extraordinary fee.

Ouch.

'Cause of death - asphyxiation.'

The python?
No.

She was choked to death,
possibly with a rope.

Then the knife wounds,
the straitjacket and the python

were all added afterwards.

Overkill. To send a message,
a warning.

But to whom?

My place is down here.
We're nearly there. That's the gate.

I don't see the mongrels.

Bugger!

Go on, do something!

Police.

If you come out with your hands in
the air, there won't be any trouble.

Trouble, my backside! You come out
now, you spineless maggot.

Holy smoke. You've shot yourself
in the leg, tiger.

Every night's
another night. Come on in.

Quiet, please, ladies and laddies,
quiet!

Complete hush, as our Duke and the
Dagger, our Nobleman of the Knife,

our Captain of the Cutlass
prepares to throw his final knife.

Ooh!

Please, give your thanks to our
Target Master Mr Abel Sheridan!

And our fabulously fearless
Miss Fern!

Coming up next...
You must miss her.

Miss Christopher.

- I know you were lovers.
- It's rigged!

The same bloke called out
all the numbers.

We have a sceptic amongst us.
A doubter named Thomas!

What say you, Mr Sheridan.
Shall we prove him wrong?

How about we let him
call out your next number?

20.
20!

Mr Sheridan. I'm sorry.
I shouldn't have gone on tonight.

I understand. I really do.

I had a lover once. He died.

Who told you, Fern?
Who told you this?

Miss Parkes. I went to see her today.

She told me all about you
and Miss Christopher.

It doesn't bother me.
I know it takes all kinds.

Miss Parkes said someone was giving
Miss Christopher extra money.

Do you know why?

I really can't say.

'Cause you're scared
of what might happen to you.

I will bid you goodnight.

Little cherub one of yours,
ain't he, Jack?

What happened?
I've been shot, sir.

Don't turn it into a three act play.
It's only a graze.

What's this?
I don't know.

But he... he wouldn't have meant
no harm by it.

He'd just come back
to find his stash,

and he found it,
just where he hid it.

Your son's in prison, Elsie.
Has been for years.

Well, he must have busted out.

Who else is going to leave
me a bag of me favourite sweets,

take the family pictures
from under the mattress?

Your son shot me?

Strictly speaking,
he made you shoot yourself.

He... made me shoot myself!

Aah!

Jones had the most to lose.

If she'd gone through
with the operation,

he would have lost
his star attraction.

How would I get myself
into a position

to take a peek through Jones' papers?

No. The boss is as straight
as an arrow.

Then he'll have nothing to hide.

But if, hypothetically,

we were to take a look through
his papers, where would we find them?

Anything important
is kept in the strongbox.

Could you get into it for me?
He's a good man, Phryne.

I know it's hard.

But good people, the best of
people, can still be compromised.

Miss Fisher's residence,
Dorothy speaking.

Where is he?

I don't know whether to hug you
or slap you.

Do I get a vote?

Any truth to the nasty rumour
that you got yourself shot?

Afraid so. Sir?
This is my sweetheart Dot.

If you were any kind
of senior officer,

you wouldn't have sent such
an inexperienced young policeman

out on such a dangerous job.

Hooked yourself a regular
barracks-room lawyer, I see.

I do know a bit about the law,
actually.

My employer is Miss Phryne Fisher.

Detective.
Really?

Well, maybe you should get your
employer to sort out her facts.

I didn't send your sweetheart
anywhere.

Better drive the old soak home
or we'll have to fumigate.

I want her to dry out
before she goes.

If you've got time to burn,

you might turn your attention
to Miss Parkes.

I'm officially turning the clock on.

I want movement on the circus murder
first thing in the morning,

or I'm letting Miss Parkes go.

Lord knows how he's managed it,

but he has managed somehow
to bust out of jail.

He's a clever lad.
I don't think so, Else.

I'm telling you, he has. You call
'em, tell them go check in his cell.

He won't be there, I guarantee you.
I know my son.

Well, I promise you, if what you're
saying is true, I'd know about it.

Here, sit down.

Right? If it'll help you
sleep soundly,

I'll ring the prison and find out.

I always liked you, Jack.

My apologies for the roommate.

Underneath the alcoholic vapour,

there's a lady of considerable
intellect and wit.

Unfortunately, waiting for her
to reveal herself

isn't going to be pretty.

I finish by ten at the latest,

so you could meet me
out the back of the tent.

What are you looking at?

Nothing. I thought...
What?

That you and Mr Sheridan were...

You thought that was romantic?

That was about money, sweetheart.

You don't make enough money in this
lark without doing a a few extras.

Little Bo Peep's lost more than
her sheep. A class act in the buff.

There's the boss.

Which means that his tent
is unattended.

Sam!

A padlock I can get around,
but this...

The boss will know it was me.

It's our only alternative
if we want to help Miss Parkes.

Smells like some kind of medicine.

Probably animal tranquilisers
from when we had the lion show.

Serialised banknotes.
What does that mean?

Banks only hand these out
to the stupidly wealthy,

or people pointing guns at them.

I'm sure there's some kind
of explanation.

But perhaps not the one
you were hoping for.

I need you to take these
to Jack Robinson for me.

586934. 586935.

The banknotes are definitely from
the robbery Elsie's son committed.

But why did they end up
at the carnival?

Maybe Jones had a way to put it
through his books,

so they couldn't be traced.

Is there any chance Elsie was right
and her son did bust out,

and escape to the carnival?

Put me through to the Parkreach
prison administrator.

Inspector Jack Robinson here.

I want to check the status
of a prisoner, Matthew Tizzard.

He what?

Thank you, love.
You won't be disappointed.

I'm sure I won't. You're not
going to close us down, are you?

Oh, keep your hair on, girlie.

There's only one way to find out

if your little love show
is breaching any decency laws,

and that's for me to have
a little bo-peep myself.

I'm sure we could work
something out together, eh?

Whatever you say, sir.

Slumming it a bit, aren't you?
What are you doing here, Grossmith?

I think the question is, what is
Miss Phryne Fisher doing here.

Isn't that right?

This is hardly the place
for a well to do lady detective.

Justice, not money, determines
the cases worthy of my attention.

Hm. I'm sorry to disappoint you,
but I think I've solved the murder.

Oh, does this do you
out of a commission?

What's that?
The murder weapon.

I'm afraid, for you,
show time is over.

You want to know where I found it?
Miss Parkes' tent.

Which only proves that someone
is trying to put her in the frame.

What was her motive?
Oh, it's not for me to ask why.

No, yours to tie things up as quickly
as possible and rush to the pub.

You already have one cop
by the short and curlies.

Isn't that enough for you?

Didn't anyone ever tell you
it's dangerous to play with knives?

Did you check on my boy?
Not there, is he? No.

No, he's not there.

But I've got some bad news, Else.

There was a fight two weeks ago.
Matthew and another inmate.

They took him to the prison
infirmary, but it was too late.

He was pronounced dead that night.

That's not true.

The prison sent a telegram, but the
address they had was five years old.

So when they didn't hear back,
they gave him a pauper's funeral.

That's not...

It's not true.

Did I ever tell you about my boy?

Always such a loving thing,
even when he was a little tyke.

He's got kind eyes.

He's been in a bit of strife,
but he's got kind eyes.

Can I speak to you please,
in private?

I know it's going to sound crazy,

but the man in the photograph,
in Elsie's locket, I know him.

He goes by the name
Matthias the Ghoul.

He joined one
of the sideshow attractions,

the haunted palace, two weeks ago.

I've seen him around
a few times.

The strange thing is,
he's always wearing his make-up.

White make-up? Greasepaint?

I should have recognised
the smell of the stuff.

Do you mind telling me how he goes
from dead and buried

to running round the carnival?

The lab tested this.
It's animal tranquiliser.

Potentially fatal for humans,
but if it doesn't kill you,

its main side effects are

suppression of the pulse
and the breathing.

So they would appear dead.

Matthew Tizzard paid Jones some
of the proceeds of his bank robbery

for the tranquilisers.

It was smuggled into the jail.

Tizzard takes the drug,
picks a fight,

and by the time they get him
to the infirmary,

he comes over all Romeo and Juliet.

Henceforth he's dispatched to the
undertaker, then to the cemetery.

It's a trick box. Damned clever.

See you at the circus, Jack!
Miss Fisher?

Collins, get onto the prison.
But... but, sir...

Find out if there have been
any other suspicious deaths.

That's what I'm trying to tell you,
sir. I telephoned the prison.

They said the only other
recent death

was the prisoner who picked
the fight with Tizzard.

His name was Foyle.
A Murdoch Foyle.

You know him, sir?

Miss Fisher believes Murdoch Foyle
murdered her sister.

Matthew Tizzard.

What do you want?

I see the reports of your death
are greatly exaggerated.

It wasn't my idea.
Don't be modest.

He was the brains. Said he'd thought
of a way to get out.

I just went along with it.

Who was this criminal genius?
Another inmate.

Name of Foyle. He worked it all out.
Said he knew about the drug.

Said he'd bought some
from a carnival years before.

Then the magician built the coffins.

And Foyle? He broke out? Where is he?

I don't know. We were supposed
to meet here but he never showed.

Where is he?

Ditch the pop gun.
You won't need it.

That's a good girl.

We have a problem.

I'm just saying, take a minute
to think things through.

Shut up, Jones.

We're only in this mess because
your freak wouldn't toe the line.

But you said it was just a warning.
You didn't have to kill her.

It was a warning to everyone else.
What did Miss Christopher do?

Go and dig the lady's grave
over by that tree.

The freak got greedy.
One payment wasn't enough.

She wanted more to keep quiet.

It was my fault. I should never
have asked her to help.

The prison guards'll
want to search you.

You'll need to hide these
in a place they won't look.

I wish I'd never listened to you.
He could always dig two holes.

Where's Foyle now?

On your knees, Miss Fisher.

What, Foyle double-crossed you?
He didn't pay up?

Where is he? You're going to kill me
anyhow, why not tell me where he is?

On you knees, now.

No!

Yaaah!

Drop it, Grossmith! Now!

You wouldn't shoot a fellow copper
now, would you, Constable?

I'd shoot a crooked one.

- Sam, I'm sorry. I... I...
- Come on, Jones.

Will Mr Jones hang?
I wouldn't think so.

But it's fair to say
you'll be looking for a new boss.

Miss Parkes? You're free to go.

Just like that.
Life turns on a pin, eh?

Take care of yourself.
Can't expect no-one else to.

And there's someone else
who needs to say goodbye.

Headed back to the lockup, Ma.

I never thought I'd be pleased
to hear that.

The Inspector, Miss.

Did Grossmith talk?
Foyle's dead.

The plan he cooked up relied
on the bodies not being claimed.

But when his mother got the news,
she asked for him to be cremated.

He would have been burned alive.

I'm afraid that means
you won't get your answers.

I already have the answer.

All this time and energy spent
trying to find out what happened...

when I've known all along.

I was mesmerised by the show.

I didn't notice her go.

And when I did...

Janey? Jane?

It was too late.

You were just a child.

It was my fault.
No.

No, I can't agree.
I dismiss the charges.

You can't.

I lost her, Jack.

I lost her.

A bit of hush now, ladies
and gents! Feel the spirit move.

Will she be there,
or won't she, folks?

Can we bring her back, or have we
lost her to the great black beyond?