Miss Fisher's Murder Mysteries (2012–…): Season 1, Episode 13 - King Memses' Curse - full transcript

I've never confessed
to the crime

you want me to be guilty of.

I've come halfway round the world

to make sure you never get out
of here alive.

Murdoch Foyle.
You know him, sir?

Miss Fisher believes Murdoch
Foyle murdered her sister.

'I realise
you have taken steps

to ensure I remain at His
Majesty's pleasure indefinitely.

But I write in the hope that
you will agree to meet with me.

You want the truth above
all else, and I want my freedom.'

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.

What is it?
It was Janey's.

She was wearing ribbons in her
hair the day she disappeared.

I don't understand.
It must be him.

I've tried to dismiss it as
coincidence. That's all it is.

Murdoch Foyle died in prison.
But what if he's duped us all?

With trickery, or he paid people
to help feign his death

so that we all think he's gone,

but he's just biding his time
waiting to strike.

Foyle's dead, Phryne.

I wonder if I could trouble you
for a lift.

My car won't start and I need
to get back to St Kilda.



Excuse me, I'm so sorry
to bother you.

Do you think I could use
your telephone?

You are...

Jane! Where is he?
Where's Murdoch Foyle?

He'll be back.

I need you to go over this
one more time.

Tell me every word
Foyle said to you.

I told Inspector Robinson
everything last night.

I'm sorry to bother you.

I appear to have left
my house keys in my car.

He asked to use the telephone.

I offered him a cup of tea
and he just talked about history.

I was a professor
at the university. Really?

Ancient worlds are my passion.

I knew something
was wrong when I came in.

It's not your fault, Mr Butler.
I'm sure he was charming. He was.

You have no idea what this man
is capable of, Jane!

I know he did something
to your sister.

And if he escaped from prison,
it must've been serious.

Did you find anything?
Nothing.

Door-knocked for two blocks where
we dropped him off last night.

No-one's heard of him.
So he could be anywhere.

I found this in the back
of the cab.

Maybe he dropped it last night.

Albert's Antiques
and Curiosities.

18 Somers Street, Abbotsford.

- Miss Fisher?
- What is it?

Foyle had an antique shop
before he went to prison.

It's a different name,
same address.

Right, let's take the cab.
No.

You and Cec stay here.
But it could be a trap.

If this bloke's as dangerous
as you say...

He is. That's why I want you
to stay with Jane.

But I'm coming with you.
No, Dot.

What if Bert's right?
You can't go alone.

Come on then.

Telephone Inspector Robinson,
please, Bert.

Ask him to meet us there.

It's nearly nine. It says he
opens at eight. Should we knock?

Sh!
I can hear something.

Poor thing's locked in.

What's he got?

That's a finger, Dot.

Here, hold this.

Stay back, Dot.

Holy Mary, Mother of God!

So you think
this is Foyle's doing?

It has to be.

This used to be his shop,

and Albert Monkton was
a character witness at his trial.

For the defence?

I hate to think what he has
in mind for the prosecution.

Foyle came here for a reason.
For revenge, or to find something.

I'm more worried about Foyle
paying you another visit.

He won't try that again.
Not with Cec and Bert there.

The shop has been secured, sir,

and the undertakers would like
to come in and collect the body.

No obvious cause of death,
aside from a bloodied nose.

Call them in, and see what
the Coroner has to say. Yes, sir.

What about the cabinet
that was broken into?

I need to look around.
No, you don't.

Yes, I do.
No, you don't.

You're too involved
with this case.

You need to go home
and get some sleep.

Make sure she does,
Miss Williams. Come on, Miss.

Oh, this is ridiculous! If I
could have another look around.

Later, Miss. What's that?

It's Murdoch Foyle.

Hugh. Is Jack still here?

Um... the Inspector's just headed
back to the station.

Do you need him?
No.

Not immediately.

I'll... just lock up then.

Did the cuts around
the victim's nostrils

remind you of anything,
Constable?

Um... the body that was found
in Northcote last week, sir.

The Coroner thought
he was on dope, didn't he?

Cocaine, if I recall.

The Coroner couldn't find
any evidence of intoxication,

apart from the damage
to his nose. Here.

'Abrasions to the inside
of both nostrils.'

Miss Fisher's convinced
Murdoch Foyle's responsible.

What do you think, sir?

We go through the evidence
like we do with any case.

Of course, sir.

Telephone the Coroner's office

to see if we can view
Monkton's body.

And I want to see the Northcote
murder victim as well.

If Miss Fisher telephones,
put her through to me. Yes, sir.

Milko!

Foyle's the one in the middle.

This young man on the left
is Albert Monkton,

the victim we found this morning.

Looks like the Pyramids, eh, Cec?
Where we camped the horses.

Yeah, Giza, in the desert.
Great place to kick a footy.

Or set up an archaeological dig.
Who are the others?

They're all younger than Foyle.
Perhaps students.

He lectured in the Department
of Antiquities before the war.

So you reckon this Foyle joker
left it on purpose?

He's baiting me, Burt.
Catch me if you can.

Same reason he left that card
in the back of your cab.

Dot, go back to the shop,

and do an inventory of everything
in the cabinet that was ransacked.

It may throw up some clues
as to what Foyle was after.

Of course.
One of you go with her. Righto.

Foyle wouldn't be foolish enough
to return there,

but I don't want Dot left alone.

Besides... you may need
to break in.

I don't know
how you managed

to bypass the reception desk
again, Miss Fisher,

but I am quite happy
to have you forcibly removed.

Who will you call? The police?

Ah, look who's here.
Miss Fisher.

Hello, Jack. I tried to take a nap
but wild horses couldn't make me.

And I've explained to Miss Fisher
that she has no right to be here.

In that case, I deem Miss Fisher
my honorary constable.

I've taken a closer look
at the cuts around the nostrils.

They seem to have been made
by some kind of an instrument.

What kind of instrument?
May I say something? No.

It's hard to say at this stage,

but it wasn't
a conventional knife.

But I came across
some new evidence. How?

After you left.
It was stuck in the side door.

According to Dr Mac,
it's an Egyptian...

It's an embalming tool,
for removing vital organs.

Like the brain.

Well, we don't examine the brain
unless we have good reason.

How about to check
if it's missing?

Crack open Albert Monkton's
skull, please, Mr Johnson.

We'll wait.

Something's missing.

'Silver stirrup Ring,
in the reign of King Memses

Dynasty Five, 2600 BC.'

Nothing.
Show me.

There's a note.

'My darling Vera, me and
the blokes found this treasure

in a tomb
near the Valley of the Kings.

It's precious and beautiful
like you are.

Keep it safe and I'll come home
to you soon.

All my love, your Cedric.'

1915. Must've been a digger.

There were some remnants,

but most of the brain
has been expertly removed.

- You were right, Miss Fisher.
- The question is why?

I did discover something
inside the nasal cavity,

and you'll want this as evidence.

A stone?
Hm.

Hieroglyphics?

What about the Northcote victim?

Can we assume he suffered
the same procedure?

All the signs point that way.

Same cuts around the nostrils.

Both had been heavily sedated

with some sort of
paralysis drug.

The nasty thing is,

they were completely conscious
during the procedure.

Come on.

Yes.

Same calling card.

Who is this man?
I've seen him before.

The first victim's name
was James Waters.

He was an employee
in the Registry office.

Worked his way up from office boy
to senior clerk

with Hatch, Match and Dispatch.

Births, marriages and deaths.

Somehow he got in contact
with Foyle.

Here it is.
Educated Melbourne University.

My guess is Ancient History.

One of us needs to pay a visit
to the Antiquities Department,

where Foyle used to lecture.

See if you can have
these translated.

The file on Miss Hill, sir.

Myrtle Hill.

She was the lucky girl
who escaped his clutches.

I'm going back through the case.

See if anything points to where
Foyle might be lying low.

Miss Hill.

Footscray coppers said you wanted
to see me.

If it's about the rent, he can
wait till hell freezes over,

because that place was not fit
for pigs.

No, it's about another matter.

We need to ask you
some questions.

What about?

Murdoch Foyle, the man
who tried to abduct you.

It was a long time ago.
I can't remember.

Um... Miss Hill, Murdoch Foyle's
escaped from prison,

and we need your help
to find him.

I'm the one who blabbed.
What if he comes after me?

I was waiting at the tram stop
after school,

and he tried to sweet-talk me
with tickets to the carnival.

Please, I'd hate them
to go to waste.

I was meant to take
my little girl, but she...

she passed away recently.
How?

Scarlet fever.

Carnival was supposed to be
her birthday treat.

It's my birthday soon too.

Happy birthday.

So I said he should come too.

We used up all the tickets
on the carousel.

It was late by then.

He said he had a shop
where he sold treasures,

not far away,

and if we went there he could
drive me home in his motor car.

But when we got there
he said he was thirsty.

He wanted me to try

some of his special ginger wine
he'd made himself.

Mr Foyle said that it would be OK

because I was one
of the chosen ones.

He had goblets. Old one.

The file says you were drugged.
That's right.

I wanted to leave.

That's when he grabbed me,

and poured the rest of the drink
down my throat.

And you woke up in the church,
you said?

That's right.
I don't remember where.

But I do remember the lady
who rescued me.

She... she had dark wavy hair.

Would you recognise her
if you met her again?

I could have imagined her.

Maybe she was more like an angel.
She'd come to save me.

Enter.

Good afternoon.
The... desk was unattended.

Yes, academic holidays.

But a good time for my research.
How can I help?

Miss Phryne Fisher,
private detective.

What can I do
for a lady detective?

I was hoping you could help
with some translations.

From hieroglyphics.

These look like debens. A unit
of weight from the New Kingdom.

An early form of currency.

May I take them out?
Of course.

Yes, seems to be a curious mix
of hieroglyphics,

Hieratic script
and the later demotic version,

demotic being
'the people's writing'.

Well, if you leave them with me,

I can date them properly
and narrow it down.

I believe you know a man
called Murdoch Foyle.

Yes, he used to lecture here
in my student days,

but I haven't seen
anything of him for years.

He's recently escaped from jail...

..and the police
are hunting him down.

Good Lord.

It was the European spring
of 1913.

Foyle was so passionate
about the ancient world,

and it was our first trip
to the Land of the Pharaohs.

That's Albert Monkton
on the left,

and that's the young
James Waters.

Fellow students?

We were very close back then.

Terribly excited
about visiting Giza,

and attempting our first dig
in the Valley of the Kings.

But I haven't seen James
for years,

though I keep
in spasmodic touch with Albert.

Not anymore.
Hm?

Albert Monkton was murdered in
the early hours of this morning.

James Walters was killed
last week,

and Murdoch Foyle
is the prime suspect.

My God. I can only assume
you're in danger too.

What about this woman
standing beside Foyle?

Her, yes, a fellow student,
Teresa Cavalli.

It's unusual for a young lady

to travel with a group of men
like that.

She was Murdoch's favourite,

in more ways than were...
appropriate

for a strict Catholic girl
back then.

I need to warn her too.
Do you know where I can find her?

I'm sorry. I haven't seen her
since the war.

If Myrtle was drugged, she could
have imagined the whole thing.

We took her through
all our criminal photographs.

But she didn't recognise anyone.

All she remembers
is long, dark hair.

Dark, wavy hair?
Hm.

Teresa Cavalli.

Rhodes identified her
as Foyle's lover.

She could've been his accomplice.
Or tried to stop him.

Let's get Myrtle back in
and show her this photograph.

I'll meet you at the station.

Stolen goods.

What is it?
It's from the smashed cabinet.

According to the ticket,
it's meant to hold a silver ring,

but it's missing.

Could be what this Foyle bloke
was after.

Well done, both of you.

That's her,
the woman who saved me.

What can you tell me about
the church where she left you?

This is Miss Fisher.

She's helping us
with her investigation.

Murdoch Foyle abducted my sister
as well.

Two weeks after you escaped him,
Miss Hill.

Did she escape?

I'm afraid not.

Oh, I'm so sorry. I...
I wish I could help more.

I wish I could remember more.

You're the reason Murdoch Foyle's
been locked up all this time.

You've been brave enough.

Thank you, Myrtle.

I'm scared witless,
to tell you the truth,

now that he's out there again.

Maybe I should go to my nan's
in Sydney.

I hope you nab him.

I'll pay her train fare. First
class, if you can put her on it.

Of course.

Teresa Cavalli. Italian.
I assume she was Catholic.

Correct deduction.

You might also like to know
the church she was left in

was walking distance
from Richmond Police Station.

Thank you.

Good. Now, Collins.

I need you to find me a ream
of butcher's paper.

It's the closest Catholic church
to Richmond Police Station.

Our Lady of Sorrows.
Bet that draws a crowd.

Father O'Leary must be hearing
confessions. We'll have to wait.

We can't. father O'Leary!
It's an emergency!

It is an urgent confession
you're after?

No, thank you. My sins are
too many and varied to mention,

and frankly, I intend
to continue sinning,

so I won't waste your time.
I'm looking for Teresa Cavalli.

Father O'Leary, I'm so sorry...
Dorothy Williams!

I haven't seen you since
you were a mere slip of a thing,

in the Offertory Procession
at St Jude's.

Miss Fisher is my employer,
Father, and she needs your help.

She is a Protestant,
but that's not the only problem.

I'm looking for Teresa Cavalli.
Her life hangs in the balance.

A gentleman phoned the presbytery
last night also looking for her.

Who was he?

He claimed to be her brother,

but I know the Cavallis
only have daughters.

I told him I'd no idea
where she was.

I think it's a lie
the Lord will forgive.

So where is she then?

She's a fully-fledged
Sister of Mercy,

by the name of Sister Bernice.

She joined the nunnery?
Back in the car, Dot.

How can we find her, Father? Oh,
you'll have the devil of a time.

She's in the convent
just across the way.

Thank you, Father.
Bless you, Dorothy.

Teresa Cavalli?

Yes, I was once.
I'm Phryne Fisher.

I need to ask you some questions

about your former teacher
Murdoch Foyle.

I believe he abducted
and murdered my sister,

and he has recently escaped
from jail.

I joined the order 15 years ago,

and I've had nothing to do with
Murdoch Foyle in all that time.

But I know he was your lover.
Surely you have some insight.

Anything I can help with, sir?

Foyle told Myrtle
she was one of the 'chosen ones'.

Why chosen, sir?
Good question, Collins.

'Chosen ones', plural,
suggests there were others,

even though he was only tried
for one kidnapping.

Janey was taken from taken
from Flemington,

Myrtle from Carlton,

both close to the university
where he worked.

I want to know if any other girls
were taken from the same area.

And how wide
should we be looking, sir?

I want the files from any
unsolved disappearance

within a four-mile radius
of the university

for the three years before
Foyle went to jail. Yes, sir.

All of us
were in his thrall, it's true,

until things soured after that
trip to the Valley of the Kings

where we discovered King Memses'
tomb, full of treasures.

We resealed the grave,

and Murdoch swore us to secrecy
until we could return.

But he went to jail,
then the war intervened.

Myrtle Hill's evidence
mentioned a pair of gold goblets.

That was all we took.

Murdoch wanted something
to prove our discovery.

But he was dismissed from
the university soon afterwards,

and bought the antique store.

Why was he dismissed?
He became angry and fanatical.

He thought it was fitting
that he discovered Memses' tomb

because they were both born
on the 21st day of Proyet,

when the Nile recedes.

In fact, we were all entranced
with the notion

that our discovery
was predestined.

So what went wrong?

Murdoch became obsessed

with the notion that he was
Memses' earthly reincarnation,

and like him, he needed the
four goddesses to accompany him

to his kingdom
in the underworld.

I thought it was just
a romantic notion until...

Myrtle Hill.

I wanted to patch things up
between us so I went to his shop.

But the door was locked.

She looked about eight. She
seemed happy enough, trusting.

Until...

Shh!

I took a chance. I got her out
of there before he came back.

She was woozy.

Drugged.

I left her at Our Lady of
Sorrows, hoping she was safe.

But it weighed heavily
on my conscience.

So it was you who sent that
anonymous letter to the police.

Too late for your sister.

All I can do is keep praying
for forgiveness.

Did you know Foyle killed
James Waters and Albert Monkton?

Foyle is looking for you.
You need to get away from here.

I'll leave first thing
in the morning.

He was looking for something
in the antique shop.

He stole a silver stirrup ring.
No, he didn't.

I stole it first.

Ethel Goodwin, age?
12 years of age.

Disappeared from outside
a grocer's store

in Flemington, 12 May 1914.

She went to buy headache powders
for her mother.

Joan Rosen, aged nine,
disappeared 13 August, 1913.

Albert told me a war widow had
brought in King Memses's ring,

and he'd found a British museum
willing to pay a fortune for it.

Somehow, Murdoch had got wind
of it in jail,

and let Albert
know he was furious.

I'd hoped prison had brought him
to his senses,

but when I realised
he was just as obsessed,

I went to the shop and took it.

I hoped to put a stop
to his madness,

but he took it out on Albert.

Take it.

Get rid of it
or give it to the police.

Murdoch will do anything
to get his hands on it.

We should go.

You think it has special powers?

I don't think you should
touch that, Jane.

Oh, you're up early,
Miss.

I'm afraid breakfast
isn't quite ready.

That's alright, Mr Butler.

I need to get to Professor Rhodes
and have this ring authenticated.

'Morning, you two. Hope you don't
have any big plans for today.

Why? What have you got
for us?

Nothing. I want you to stay here.

Lock all the doors and windows,
the rear and front gates.

No-one is to leave this house
until I return,

especially not Jane.

It's beautiful. I've only
seen depictions of it, of course.

So this would have been
on King Memses's finger?

More than likely. This cartouche
encloses his throne name.

Foyle wanted to bring a team back
to Luxor to retrieve the mummy.

Never happened, of course.

So what's the significance
of the ring?

Well, Egyptians believed
if your name was written down,

it identified you and assured
your ascendance to the afterlife.

And the four goddesses
protected you? Yes.

Yes, most sarcophagi
have the four goddesses

wrapping their wings
around each corner

to protect the soul
on its journey.

And I have those translations
for you.

They're just notes, phrases.

The first one means
'to dedicate'.

And the simplest translation

of the second deben
is 'the girl child'.

To dedicate the girl child.

So that's what he thinks
he's been doing.

Girl child, or possibly daughter.

Would you mind if I use
your telephone?

Please.

There should be somebody there.

Where the hell is everybody?

Give Miss Fisher my regards.

Mr Butler! Bert! Bert!
Wake up! Wake up!

Oh, Dot. No.

Jane.

Jane?

Where's Jane?

I want more cars out there.
The man's a lunatic.

I don't care what you have to do
to stop him.

Whatever he used on Albert Monkton
and Waters,

it must've been the same drug.

It completely paralyses
within five minutes!

You said it was the milk?
It must've been!

He must have tampered
with the bottles

after they were delivered
this morning.

Alright. Let's go through
the facts calmly.

How can I be calm
when the fact is,

we haven't the faintest idea
where Foyle's taken her!

Inspector. I've just had a call
from Our Lady of Sorrows.

Dear Lord, who could have done
such a thing?

What has he done to her?
And what are his plans for Jane?

Oh, Jack.

These are all the girls,
including Myrtle and Janey,

who disappeared in the area
around the university

over the three years
Foyle was teaching there.

The four goddesses.

Foyle believed he needed
four goddesses

to protect his journey
to the afterlife.

I'm struggling to make
any similarities.

Their paths never crossed,
their ages varied,

different social classes,
different circumstances.

Birthday. Why is this
written here?

He told Myrtle his daughter's
birthday was close to hers.

Of course he doesn't have
a daughter.

But Foyle's own birthday
was the same day as King Memses,

the 21st day of Proyet.
What is that?

Murdoch's date of birth
was the 21 December 1880.

What about these other girls?
What are their birthdates?

Joan Rosen, 21 December 1904.
Deidre Kelly, 21 December 1903.

Iris Fulton, 21 December 1901.

If you add your sister's name, he
already has his four goddesses.

But my sister's birthday wasn't
21 December. It was 21 September.

What? I thought...

My father was drunk
when he registered Janey's birth,

and he put the wrong date
on the certificate.

It should have been me
Foyle took instead of Janey.

It's my birthday, Jack.

Midsummer's Eve,
same as the others.

I'm Foyle's fourth goddess.
That's why he's after me.

So all he needs now for his
ascension into the afterlife

is you.
And the ring.

What ring?
A silver stirrup ring.

It belonged to King Memses.

But Teresa Cavalli gave it to me.

More evidence? I took it
to Prof Rhodes at the university.

Foyle can have me,
if he lets Jane go.

You can't go and offer yourself.

Rhodes is the last one
on Foyle's list,

and he has the ring.
I need to go back there.

I won't let you.

You're under arrest.
What?

For your own safety.
Don't be absurd.

You have no grounds
for holding me.

Hmm! That's it!

You're officially charged
with assaulting a police officer,

and withholding evidence.

Constable, remove Miss Fisher's
gun from her handbag,

and escort her to the lock up.

I'm sorry, Miss. I'm sorry, Miss.
I'm sorry, Miss...

You can't do this!

This is all my fault.
No, Miss. Don't say that.

Cec and Bert are doing what they
can and the police are looking.

Please just try to eat something.

I failed Janey
and now I've failed Jane.

No. Can you imagine how terrified
that poor child must be?

And I'm stuck
in this wretched cell!

But it won't help Jane if Foyle
gets his hands on you too.

He has to go after Rhodes
at some point.

It's just a matter
of waiting for him.

Unless...
What?

Somebody told Foyle
about that stirrup ring

when he was in prison.

Who else would know?

Rhodes. That's why he's last
on the list to be killed.

You have to get Hugh
to let me out of here, Dot!

Jack's in danger!

Would you like some tea, Hugh?
Miss Fisher won't drink it.

Thanks, Dottie.

Dottie!
Would you do anything for me?

Almost.
Would you let Miss Phryne go?

No, because she's locked up
for her own good,

and if I let her out,
I'll lose my job, Dottie.

Don't... don't move.

You wouldn't shoot me.
I wouldn't want to, Hugh.

but if it means helping Miss
Phryne go and save Jane's life,

then... well, I'll have to
shoot you in the leg.

I mean it, Hugh!

I've been shooting rabbits
since I was 12.

No, you haven't, Dottie.

Dot.

Don't cry. Please, Dottie,
anything but that. Don't cry.

It's just...

Miss Phryne wants me to help,

and the Inspector is in danger,
and Jane...

Come on, then.
Point the gun at me.

Point the...

Hey! Sorry, Hugh, but Jack
may be in danger because of me.

Take me with you then.
I'd love to.

But until I know
what I'm up against,

I'd rather not make
a grand entrance.

Miss! Miss, don't... please!
Just need a head start.

Professor Rhodes? I'm Detective
Inspector Jack Robinson.

Inspector. Come in.
Thank you.

I heard about Mr Monkton
and Mr Waters. Terrible news.

And Miss Cavalli's body
was found earlier today.

She was strangled.

Oh. No. I'd hoped she
was somewhere safe from him.

She had a ring that Foyle
was after.

I believe Miss Fisher
left it with you.

Yes. A rare artefact
from the Fifth Dynasty.

The reign of King Memses.

Given it's part
of our investigation,

we'll have to take it
into police custody.

Yes, of course.

Miss Fisher left in a hurry,
but I kept it safe for her,

with the rest
of the antiquities collection.

Downstairs.

Here.

These are from King Memses' tomb
as well. They were ceremonial.

The engravings tell the story
of Memses' ascension

on Midsummer's Eve.
Impressive.

They're part
of my personal collection,

but I'll bequeath them
to the museum eventually.

So where's the ring, Professor?

Put him with the girl.

Now we wait.

Jane!

Jane, can you hear me? It's
Inspector Robinson. Shh, shh.

Well done, Phryne Fisher.
Did you like my trail of crumbs?

You can kill me now,

but you'll never see your
daughter or policeman alive.

My fourth goddess.

Your glorious destiny. If you
choose to accept it willingly.

I would've willingly given my life
for my sister's.

And now I willingly offer it
for the sake of two others,

if you let them go unharmed.

How can you help this man, Rhodes?

Surely your fascination
with the ancient world

cannot overlook the murder
of innocent girls?

So how did you find us all?

Born on the summer solstice,
same as you.

My former student, James Waters,
was a registry clerk

at Births, Deaths and Marriages,
and he led me to you all.

So why did you kill him?
Well, he betrayed me.

Like Albert and Teresa. They...

They all tried to steal something
precious from me.

I'm not one to blame,
Miss Fisher. They lost their way.

They will serve me faithfully
again, in the afterlife.

It's time for me to prepare
for my journey.

Sh.

I can understand you wanting
the glory

of your discovery
of King Memses' tomb.

The golden cups will be rightfully
yours after Foyle's gone.

I knew Teresa had her fears

when he stood trial
for that abduction,

but I didn't think
he was a killer.

And now? After three
of your old friends have died?

I couldn't do anything
to stop it.

I had no warning
with Albert and Waters.

What about Teresa Cavalli?

You could have prevented her death
if you'd told me where he was.

Yes.

But you heard him.

This'll all be over soon.
He plans to kill himself.

And take me with him.

This time you're an accomplice.

Unless you're planning on killing
Inspector Robinson yourself,

he'll make sure you hang for it.

It's no use.

I can't break the lock
and the door weighs a ton.

I need something
to pry it open with.

What about the mummy?

Pharaohs were sometimes buried

with little amulets
and jewellery.

Maybe we could find something
in the wrappings.

Good thinking, Jane.

Aah.

When we drink
from these sacred cups,

you and I will leave this mortal
life in peace and full knowledge.

First you, Miss Fisher.

Your limbs will grow heavy
but your mind will calm.

And I will help you cross over
to the other side

as swiftly as I can.

Did my sister die in pain?

No. Not for a moment, no. She...

She died gloriously.

Without pain or fear.

And I laid her to rest
with great care.

Where is she?
With the others.

I buried her soul
in the Field of Reeds.

I buried them all
in the grove of weeping willows

at the head of the river,
each place marked in order.

And you too will lie beside
your sister, for all time.

It's the symbol of Isis,
Goddess of fertility and magic,

protector of children
and the dead.

Sounds perfect.

How do I know you'll let them go?

Jack and Jane, after I'm gone?

I'll release them.

Before I follow you both
to the afterlife.

No, I don't trust him.

I believe your word but not his.

He isn't your loyal servant.
Make her drink.

Drink it or I'll shoot you now.

All of it!

But I meant what I said. Rhodes
is not one of your faithful.

He won't follow you to
the afterlife or anywhere else...

Quiet! He's waiting you out
for the sake of the treasure.

He'll claim the discovery of King
Memses' tomb for his own glory.

Give me the gun.
None of it's true.

I know, because
the plan was always

that you would precede me to the
afterlife for your own loyalty.

Give me the gun.
No.

No!

Aah!

Wait here.

Phryne!

B-but... but you came willingly!

I came willingly to find out
what happened to my sister.

And to rescue Jane and Jack.

I didn't come for you.

I only tried to lead the way.
You led the way to hell.

Please!
No.

You're not headed
for eternal life.

You're going back to jail
so you can hang.

Oh, Jane.

I'm so sorry.
Phryne.

So if that's a true statement
of events as you recall them...

Aunt Prudence has organised

for my sister to be buried
in the family plot.

Janey died instead of me.

So you owe it to her
to keep living to the hilt.

Not that I noticed you
wasting a moment.

Excuse me.

They're asking for you, Miss.

My birthday party.

Summer solstice.

Help me to celebrate.

More champagne, Mr B!