Miss Fisher's Murder Mysteries (2012–…): Season 1, Episode 4 - Death at Victoria Dock - full transcript

Holy Mary, mother of God,

pray for us sinners now
and at the hour of our death.

Phryne Fisher for Mr Waddington.

Bunch of red-raggers.

Bolsheviks, the lot of 'em!

Think they're gonna
intimidate me into breaking,

but they won't win.

You didn't mention the job involved
breaching a picket line.

And your aunt didn't mention
that you were a commo.

I've been told you
dabble in sorting out...

delicate domestic matters.



My daughter, Lila.

She's missing, and, uh,
I need you to find her

and bring her back with
as little fuss as possible.

Do you think her
disappearance could have

something to do with
your current troubles?

Some kind of blackmail?

What, do you think
they kidnapped her? For ransom?

I like to entertain
all possibilities.

No, no, no. They wouldn't dare.

Lila ran off yesterday
morning after a...

terrible row.

What was the argument about?

My first wife passed away last year

and things have not been... cordial
between my daughter and my new wife.



I suspect the police might be
better suited to finding her.

No, there's far too much
about me in the press, Miss Fisher.

I prefer to keep the police
at arm's length.

That's gunfire!

Oh! What's the matter?

What the blazes?
Call the police!

And call an ambulance -
somebody's been shot!

It's alright. Hold still.

Whoa!

You're not going anywhere.
We've only just met.

Nina.

Nina!

For... Nina.

Yes.

Tell... tell her...

Thank you, Constable.

Are you alright, Miss Fisher?

Of course.

I'd like you to take me home now,

if you'd be so kind.

Good Lord, Phryne! What on earth
have you been up to?

All in the line
of duty, Aunt Prudence.

I was meeting your friend
Mr Waddington, as it happens.

Dabbling in his
'delicate domestic matter'.

There was a shooting at the docks.

Connected to the strike?

Impossible to say, at this stage.

It's time someone pulled
those union hooligans into line!

It's been a taxing evening,
Aunt Prudence.

Right now, all I have the stamina
for is a hot bath and a stiff drink,

so unless there's something
desperately important...

Jane is to be suspended from school.

What's her crime?

A whole catalogue
of antisocial behaviours.

She's been flippant,
conniving, uncouth!

That's according to Miss Shepherd,
the school's bursar,

who was kind enough to forewarn me.

There ARE reputations
at stake here, Phryne.

Yours not the least of them.

It may mean little to you,

but I had to exert considerable
influence on the Board

to get Jane in to Warleigh Grammar.

And now she's disgraced herself
in her first term!

I'll speak to Jane.
We'll sort it out.

I promise!

Mr Butler, you are
an angel incarnate.

Whose blood is it, Miss?

I don't know, Dot.

He was young.

We had a war to end all wars.

Morning, all.

So this is what goes on
before 9:00am.

Nothing special on the agenda
at school today, Jane?

Aunt Prudence lagged, didn't she?

Well, she gave me
the official version.

What's yours?

They're sending me home
with a letter today.

Two of the girls stole
Marjory Johnson's shoes and glasses.

She had to walk home
barefoot and blind,

so I slugged them.

Sounds perfectly justified to me.

You don't have to
stay there, you know.

But... I like the books.

The library is spectacular.

Well, then, if you like the books

and you're prepared to suffer the
silly girls and senseless rules...

A grovelling apology.
Exactly.

Or hang the lot of them and
we'll take our business elsewhere.

So you go and get suspended and
I'll leave the decision up to you.

Ah!

A Constable Collins telephoned.

He's coming over to take your
statement about last night.

And Mr Waddington's called. Twice.

He said it's about his daughter.

Thank you, Dot.

Do you know Lila Waddington?

Not very well. Why?

Just curious.

That's a very pretty cardigan
you have on today, Dot.

Thank you, Miss.

And, uh...

Do I smell attar of roses?

It's a significant effort to impress
a Protestant policeman.

I wish you'd detect a little less
every now and then, Miss.

Yourka Rosen. 24 years old,
according to his passport,

but no address yet.

Russian?
Latvian.

No other identifying evidence apart
from a distinctive tattoo on his chest.

The, uh... the letter 'A'
in a circle.

What do you make of that?

Well, he could've had a sweetheart
whose name began with 'A'.

Anna, or Amelia. Um...
Arabella is a possibility.

Anastasia is another.

I don't think so, Constable.

I suspect his heart was pledged
to a cause called 'anarchy'.

Was he one of the strikers?

Uh, no, sir. He never
even worked at the docks.

Any witnesses for the getaway car?

Not yet, sir. They seem to have
smashed through the gates

up the other end of the docks.

How many shots were fired?
Uh... three.

Three shots were
fired in total, sir.

Two in the victim and one
hit Miss Fisher's car

when she was drawn
outside by the gunfire.

How very unlike her.

Interesting.

Is this a match for the victim's?

Uh...

Yes, sir. The victim was
missing a black Oxford shoe.

Is that blood?

It's too red.

It smells like paint.

'Zalga Paint and
Solvent Company, Riga.'

You were right, sir.
Mmm.

Give me a hand here, Constable.

Never seen bullets
like those before, sir.

Browning automatic. American-built
especially for the front.

The idea was a man could march

straight through enemy lines
with this on his hip.

'Walking fire', they called it.

Cut through a line of troops
like a hot knife through lard.

'Walking... fire.'

Make a note that nothing seems
to be missing from the crate.

Looks like they were interrupted.

Luckily.

Oh, and did you make a note about
leaving the scene of the crime

in order to escort Miss Fisher home?

She made a request, sir.

Miss Fisher is gonna make a good deal
of requests, Constable.

And while there may be circumstances

in which we can be of mutual benefit
to each other,

we need to establish right up-front

who wears the trousers
in this arrangement.

Good morning, Inspector, Constable.

What a pleasant surprise.

I heard the first shot,
so I ran outside

just in time to hear the second shot

and see two men drive away
in a dark car.

Did you get a good look at them?

All I could see were the headlights.

But they were speaking
some kind of Slavic language.

Latvian, probably.

That would explain
the anarchist tattoo.

You can hardly blame the Latvians.

The Russians, the Germans,
the Russians again.

Everyone's tried to
get a piece of them.

But why were they
shooting at each other?

We'll ask the questions,
thank you, Miss Fisher.

Of course. What kind of evidence
did you find at the docks?

I'm just being polite.

We've moved beyond manners,
Miss Fisher.

You were nearly shot because
you're drawn to trouble

like a moth to a flame.

All good anarchists
and wharfies would agree

that capitalism exploits
the common man.

Do you think these Latvians
have weighed in

to give the union effort
a bit more grunt?

That could explain
the Browning automatic.

They have a machine gun?!

Idle speculation at this point.

We discovered an attempted theft
of ammunition

but no evidence
of the actual weapon.

Why on earth would anyone
want to steal ammunition

if they haven't got the gun?

Thank you, Dot.

That's a very pretty cardigan
you have on today, Dot.

Well, I think we've taken
enough of your time.

But you haven't tried
Mr Butler's biscuits!

Dot, why don't you take
Constable Collins into the kitchen

and package some up for him?

It's my lucky day then.

Hugh. I'd like your
help with something.

That young man handed it
to me just before he died.

For a woman called Nina.

I'll just get the Inspector...
I'd rather you didn't.

It was entrusted to me
and I am entrusting it to you.

Me?

The name of the jeweller
is inside the lid.

Why don't you find Nina first

and if you happen to unearth
any vital clues along the way,

then I'm happy for you
to tell the Inspector.

But if you'd rather not...
No! No...

Uh, I want to.

Of course you do. Anyone
can see how keen you are.

And it never hurts
to impress the boss.

I don't know how to thank you,
Miss Fisher.

Maybe you could just
keep me informed.

Hugh.

Uh... Don't forget your biscuits.

And you do know that it's
an engagement ring, don't you?

Of... of course.

My daughter's room,
Miss Fisher.

How do you account for
Lila's religious interest?

My first wife was brought up
in a very religious home.

The more ill she became,
the more devout she was.

For all the good it did her.

And what was hanging here?

A painting... of the Virgin Mary.

It was her mother's.

Gerald, are you up here?

My dear. My dear.

This is Miss Fisher.
She's the lady detective

that I was telling you about.

Oh, it's my fault completely.

I hope he told you that.

Only that you argued
before Lila disappeared.

She was accusing
her father of being...

unchristian towards his employees.

I tried to defend him,
but it was clearly

the straw that broke
the camel's back.

And when did you notice
Lila was missing?

At breakfast yesterday.

She took her uniform and bag,
no other clothes.

Paul thought she might have
gone off early to school.

And who is Paul?

Do you know where Lila
might run to, Paul?

Did your sister have any...
special friends?

Or perhaps a... male friend?

A boyfriend?

Paul.

My sister went missing.

When we were children.

And if there'd been anything

I could've done to help find
her, I would have done it.

No person I wouldn't have upset.

No rule I wouldn't have broken.

Perhaps the Sisters of Mercy.

She's gone there before.

Why in heaven's name would she visit
a convent rather than a church?

Most likely she was
interested in the life, Miss.

Sorry, Dot, but I cannot imagine
a situation so intolerable

Lila would rather bury herself
in a place like this.

They're not...
they're not buried, Miss.

They're married to God.

Knees, Miss!

Ladies.
How do you do?

Miss Phryne Fisher
and my companion, Miss Williams.

Well, this is a
most alarming business.

Lila's brother believes
she may have sought refuge here.

Oh, I wish it were true.

The poor girl's been in a terrible
state since her mother passed.

So you knew Lila well, then?

She believes she has a calling.

But such a commitment must
be approached with a clear head.

Were you aware of the friction
between her and her stepmother?

As I'm sure you can appreciate,

there are some things in a family
that are personal, Miss Fisher.

I'm trying to find a
missing child, Reverend Mother.

When did Lila last visit you?

Yesterday.

She pleaded her case again,
to join the order.

And what was your counsel?

I advised her to obtain
the permission of her family

if she was determined
to become a postulant.

And then she left.

And yet she never
arrived home again.

I promise you I'm not hiding Lila
between these walls, Miss Fisher.

I got the distinct impression
she was hiding something.

You're not doubting the word
of a Reverend Mother?

Is that a first-class ticket
to purgatory?

What about fancying a Protestant?

Any word on
the dead man's next of kin?

No family here, sir.
They all seem to be in Latvia.

But I am following up on the fiancee.

What fiancee?
This was handed at the docks.

Ph... I followed it up in my break.

An engagement ring?

Exactly, so I traced the ring
to the jewellers

and he confirmed that Yourka Rosen
was paying it off in instalments.

He gave me this address.

Clyde Street, Collingwood.

Have you been round there?
Not yet, sir.

Take a car and have a look.

See if the neighbours know anything,
but don't take any risks.

Yes, sir.

Oh, and well done, Collins.

Thank you, sir.

I found out about
Lila Waddington for you.

Before or after you were suspended?

It doesn't start until next week.

Most of the girls hate Lila

because she's always
scribbling in her diary.

I hope that school library
makes up for its students.

Do you know anything
about Lila's brother, Paul?

He must be the one who
picks her up on his bicycle.

All the girls go goofy
and call him 'The Sheik'.

Mmm. Thank you, Jane.

Warleigh Grammar doesn't seem to be

too impressed with
my parenting skills,

but at least I've
exerted a good influence

on your powers of observation.

Excuse me. Constable Collins called

to say that he's still trying to
locate Yourka Rosen's fiancee.

But he has found out that
her full name is Nina Aliyena.

Thank you, Dot.

Constable Collins certainly knows
how to deliver on his commitments.

It's a fine quality in a man.

Yes.

Aliyena.

I wonder where you have to go in this
town to find a Latvian anarchist.

Me and Cec are OK, 'cause he's
still with the Waterside Workers

and I've been with
the commos since 1920.

What's your story? Marxist,
Leninist, communist or socialist?

Well, I have a thorough working
knowledge of revolutionary theory

and I'm happy to dispel
any reformist illusions

which blind workers to
the chariot of capitalism.

How's that?
You'll do.

Keep your head down if you like the
way it's attached to your shoulders.

Can't vouch for the moonshine.

Na zdrowia!
Na zdrowia!

Christ. Two o'clock.
Looks like Peter the Painter. Who?

Bloke who slipped in the back door
after that strife in London.

The Siege of Sidney Street.

Coppers would love
to get their hands on him.

He'll know who's who, alright.

Thank you.

I think I'll fly solo
for the rest of the evening.

Sure that's a good idea?

Easier to pass as a revolutionary
without a posse of staff.

Fair point.

Phryne Fisher.

Peter Smith.

Is Smith a terribly
common name in Latvia?

I don't live in Latvia.

Shame. I was thinking of visiting.
I could have used a guide.

Why go to Latvia?

To see Riga, to do some
cross-country skiing.

To find Yourka Rosen's mother.

What would you be
telling Yourka's mother?

That he was not alone when he died.

That he was courageous to the end.

Do you know who shot him...

Peter Smith?

These are dangerous questions.

My favourite kind.

Perhaps Yourka Rosen's sweetheart,
Nina, will be more willing to talk.

Excuse me.

What happened to Yourka?

Can you suggest an escape route?

Lost, are you?

If we continue the struggle here,
then others will follow,

and this young country will be
filled with old pain and grudges.

And what about Yourka?

He too had started to question
the methods of his comrades.

And that is why he tried
to destroy the ammunition.

But his comrades caught him.

What are they planning
to do with the gun,

assuming they can arm it?

Orders will come at the last minute.

And Nina...

Does she know that Yourka
was shot by one of his own?

She may... suspect.

But if she starts to question their
tactics, she is also in danger.

She should be warned.

I would not know where to find her.

We used to be close.

But things came between us.

Is this man known
to you, Miss Aliyena?

Yourka. No!

We know Yourka
was an anarchist.

And we suspect he was involved

in planning an armed action
of some sort.

What do you know about that?

I don't know.

Someone murdered your fiance,
Miss Aliyena.

We need your help to find out who.

Please, I don't understand.

They heard you might
require an interpreter.

I haven't mastered
all the Baltic states,

but my Russian's passable,
and given the current scale

of Soviet dominion,
I'm sure it will suffice.

Unless, of course, you've...
got the case tied up already?

Nina...

How does Miss Fisher
know we were here?

I may have... mentioned it
to Miss Williams...

in passing.

'At the morgue!'

Interesting small talk, Collins.

Excuse me, Inspector.

The station's on the phone for you.

How did you know Yourka?

Your English is very good.

I only met him recently.

I know that he loved you.

Do you know who killed him, Nina?

Not yet.

But his comrades will
make sure justice is done.

There was talk that Yourka
was having his doubts.

That he was trying to stop his
comrades going too far.

Yourka was loyal to the cause.

If Yourka's life was taken
by his own comrades,

then your life could
be in danger too.

Where did you get your information?

There was a struggle between the
Latvians and the security guards.

Too many shots were fired
and they had to flee without Yourka.

There were no security guards.

There were only three men.

Yourka was killed by men
driving a black car.

Men speaking Latvian.

I know, because
I held him as he died.

I was there, Nina.

No. I don't know you. I have to go!

I'm a friend of Peter's.

That's why I'm here.

Peter is no friend to me.

I thought we had
a watch on these, Collins.

We did, sir, but there was an
explosion at the picket line

and our officers
had to help out there.

Deliberate distraction, no doubt.

I'd say so, sir. They came under the
fence this time. Cut away the wire.

Some very determined
and now well-armed Latvians

are running around
out there, Collins,

and I'd like to know
who they have in their sights.

Shh!

Shh! Shh!

Were you followed?

Who by?

You are a witness.

They will not
just let you walk away.

How did Nina seem?

Like someone shot the man

she was meant to spend
the rest of her life with.

Because of me.

I am the one that told
Yourka to go that night.

I wanted to stop the bloodshed,

but I have only added to it.

I'm sorry.

I have put you in danger.

I should go.

You're perfectly safe here.

There's so much anger in that circle.

And this one?

The number of years in prison.

And here?

I was born free...

and should remain free.

Miss Fisher.
Hello, Jack!

To what do I owe the honour?
I need a serious word.

You alright?

Do you know how much
these stockings cost?

Oh.

You seem hell-bent on goading these
lunatics into getting rid of you.

I hate to be a pedant, but I think I
just got in the way the first time.

And you've done nothing else
to incite them since?

I'm just lending you a helping hand.

At this stage, the only benefit
of your helping hand

is that I might have a walk-up start

when it comes to investigating
your eventual murder.

Your nudging along Constable
Collins' fledgling career

is another thing
I could manage without.

He seemed keen
to take the initiative.

Especially when someone hands it
to him in a ring box.

Until Yourka Rosen's
murderers are apprehended,

you're to lie low and stay right
away from this investigation.

Are we clear?
As a bell.

Don't worry, Jack - I have a delicate
domestic matter to keep me occupied.

I'm not sure I'll be able
to save those stockings, Miss.

What happened to you?

Too much champagne with lunch.

Lila's diary.

I beg your pardon.

I popped back to school because I
left my history books in my locker,

and I found that in Lila's locker.

Define 'found' for me.

Well, you can't really
call what's on there a lock.

You said you wanted
to know about Lila,

but I can always sneak it back...

No. That won't be necessary.

Thank you.

I'll be upstairs doing my homework.

Oh, and Jane.

You're not to go out without
one of us over the next few days.

And all the doors and windows
are to remain locked.

Is that my punishment?

No. It's to keep you safe.

'I know this love is wrong...

despite everything Paul says
about love conquering and all.

The Madonna on my wall
cried real tears today,

and I'm so afraid.

Is she weeping for my sins
or is it all in my mind?

I'm going to confess all to the nuns
and pray that they can save me.'

If Lila's unhappiness had more
to do with an unnatural love

between herself and her
brother than a crisis of faith,

then I hate to think
what's happened to her.

Oh, the poor thing.

She asked to stay with us.

But you didn't think it wise?

She confided none of this to me!

We discussed the nature of miracles,
she became upset,

I turned her away because...

There is something I think I
should've told you, Miss Fisher.

After Lila's first visit,
her father wrote to me

expressing his opposition
to her joining the order.

As I've described,
I had my own reservations

about Lila beginning her novitiate.

But...

her father's letter included a
sizeable donation to the convent.

The building is falling down
around our ears

and I was sorely tempted.

But my conscience won't
allow me to bank it.

I'd appreciate it if you'd return it
to the Waddingtons for me.

I'm curious - was this
miracle you discussed

anything to do with the Madonna?

Yes. Lila wanted to
verify an apparition.

She claimed that an icon
of the Virgin and child

had begun to weep.

I told her that the truth lay
between God and her own heart.

Lila and Paul?

Well, of course they're fond of each
other, like siblings should be,

but as to anything inappropriate...

What about this?

'I know this love is wrong,

despite everything Paul says
about love conquering all.'

Another of her flights of fancy.

Did she often make things up?

Her mother didn't
die of heart trouble, Miss Fisher,

not that anyone would say it aloud.

The weakness was in her mind.

She thought she was
getting messages from God - signs.

Lila saw her mother kill herself.

Do you think that's why your husband

was so determined to stop
her entering the convent?

He paid £500 to make them
turn her away.

Well, I can understand.
Can't you, Miss Fisher?

Religious fervour was such

a destructive force
in his first marriage.

Where is that painting now?

I had the staff get rid of it.

It seemed the most
appropriate thing to do.

Paul! You're home early.

Um, come downstairs and I'll have
the maid prepare something for you.

Excuse me, Miss Fisher.

I know where that painting is,
if you want it.

I couldn't let them throw it out.

'I try to keep my faith, and,
of course, I believe in miracles.

But what if my mind is
playing tricks on me?

What if it's true,
what I'm most afraid of?

If I am imagining these tears,
then I have no faith.

But, worse than that,
I no longer know what is true

and what I alone have dreamed up.

Perhaps it is Mayday
time after all.'

'Mayday. Mayday.' What does
that make you think?

Labour Day celebrations?

Maypole dancing.

Or the aviation signal for distress.

Not surprising - the poor girl
thought she was going mad.

Someone's been tampering
with this poor Virgin.

Mayday.

I think there's a Mayday Asylum
in Beechworth.

Mayday Hills Mental Asylum.

Dot, you're a genius!

I hope you've got
a compelling reason for me

to justify police intervention.

Unimaginably compelling.

I'm not mad, am I?
I don't want to go home.

You don't have to, Lila. Not yet.

And you're certainly not mad.

We'll take good care of her.

As long as you don't
induct her while we're gone.

Jane! You're not
meant to go outside.

Someone has to get the mail.

Then it will be me.

Hurry up!

Jane!

Dot! Dot!

Help! Help me!

Let her go!

Please! Dot!

Someone help me! Mr Butler!

He took Dot in that dark car!
He took her away!

Who is this?

This is not her!

But she came from the house
where we saw Peter!

You have taken her maid!

How was I to know?!

What are you doing?

You won't hurt her.
Just help me!

What are you doing?

You won't get away with this.

Miss Fisher will make sure of it.

I'll move the ammunition to the car.

I thought the gun was just
a show of strength! Nothing more.

We are after gold, Nina.

You think they will
just hand it to us?

No-one wants the innocent to die.

But the cause is greater
than any one of us.

Like Yourka?

He lost his way, Nina.

Don't you lose your way too.

Yourka was... a traitor.

Clean her up.

We'll deal with her later.

I have no key. I can't help you.

But you can run.

Where would I go?

Go to Miss Phryne. Tell her
where I am, that I'm in danger.

You are safe... until three o'clock.

Then what?

It was me they're after, not Dot!

Bunch of spineless...
Miss Nina Aliyena.

You were right. They killed Yourka.

Where's Dot?

She is being held at the safe house.

- I can take you there.
- Let's go.

Wait. How do we know
this isn't a set-up?

You're still a witness to
the murder, Dot will be bait

and this sheila's here to lead you to a
house so they can kill you properly.

Cheery thought. What say you, Nina?

They wanted to kill you.

Then they found out you were...
close to Peter.

They decided to capture you instead

and force him to accept their plans.

What plans?

They are going to rob a bank
this afternoon of Russian gold.

Ask Peter if you do not trust me.

He will vouch for my word.

I'm not sure some ex-anarchist's
ex-love's word is worth that much.

He's not an ex-love.

He... he's my father.

They will use your maid
as a hostage.

Where is the safe house?

They've cleared out.

I told you - as soon as Nina ran,

they would pack up and move
to another safe house.

We need Nina. We're taking her
to the police.

It is planned for three o'clock
today at the State Bank.

Which branch?

Are you sure?

It is in Baker Street.

Thank you for the tip-off.

But you stick as much as
a fingernail into this robbery

and I'll be the one
hunting you down.

Collins, make sure Miss Aliyena
and Mr Smith don't leave.

We'll be asking them both
a lot of questions.

Yes, sir.
Don't worry, Peter.

I never kiss and tell.

You speak Latvian like a child!

Whose fault is that?
You left when I was three!

Tell me again the address!
Exactly what they said!

Again!

I am sorry about Yourka.

About everything.

He... he wanted to marry me.

I know.

Could it have been 'baznicas',
not 'maiznicas'?

It could have been 'baznicas',
not 'maiznicas'.

What does that mean?

It means 'church'. Is there
a bank in Church Street?

Hugh! Has Jack left yet?

Everything's under control,
Miss Fisher!

As we speak, Detective Robinson and
seven of the station's finest

are on their way.
God! There could've been a mistake.

They might've gone
to the wrong address.

So we're gonna wait in place and pray
that Jack gets here on time?

Right?
Mm-hm.

You should stay in the car.

You won't be safe.

I'll be fine.

I'll make sure of it.

Try and look natural.

How?

Fill out a deposit slip.

I'll wait by the door.

Hmm.

Everyone, on the ground!
Move it! Now!

Get down! Do as I say!

You, turn around! Do as I say!

Take my gun.

Turn around!

You! What is this?

It is a trap!

Police!

Don't move!

Shoot!

Drop it! Now!

We will kill you!

Kick it away.

Shoot him!

DO IT!

NOW!

Hugh!

Put it down! Put the gun down now!

Move away from it!

Peter.

He's my father!

Papa!

I have a comrade in Queensland.

If you go to him,
he'll look after you,

and I will meet you there.

Will you help her find him?
Of course.

How will you be free?

Don't worry. I will find a way.

What I don't understand
is how you came to be

in possession of an
unregistered weapon, Constable.

Uh...

He wrestled the gunman
and turned the gun on his cohort.

More initiative, Collins?

I'm continually impressed.

Well, go on, then.

Go and take your place in the sun.

I'm not convinced my heroic
constable deserves all the credit.

But, as I've forbidden him
to do your bidding,

I may need to escort
you home myself.

Thank you.

Last week's history results
came back yesterday.

The principal ordered the Board
to re-enrol me

because I'm too academically gifted

to let the State school
have me, she said.

There you are!

You've no idea how much trouble
you've caused me, my girl.

I've had to go to enormous lengths

to smooth over your indiscretions
with the Board.

I finally convinced them
to offer you one more chance.

But...
Wonderful news.

We're so grateful
that you could save the day.

Aren't we?

Thank you, Aunt Prudence.

Yes, well...

Well, come along. Don't dawdle.

Ah, Dotty.

Peter got away?

Please ask Mr Butler
to bring the car around.

It's time to deal
with those Waddingtons.

Of course, I thought it was strange
that a man like Gerald Waddington

would make a donation in cash,
rather than by cheque.

And that you were so unsurprised
by it, Mrs Waddington.

What have you done?

Your sister is safe, Paul.

But there is no doubt that she has
suffered because of your deception.

Hasn't she, Mrs Waddington?

It was the small things that gave
away your love affair at first.

The touch of a hand.

But when Lila discovered you together
and knew for certain,

the only choice was to
make her doubt herself.

And what better way than to take her
faith and turn it against her?

No.

A pity your glycerine left
such a convenient trace.

You made everyone believe
what they feared most...

that the madness of the mother
had been visited on the child.

And Lila had only
one place left to run to.

The same madhouse
her mother was sent to.

The Reverend Mother has agreed that
Lila can stay at the convent

on the condition that
she finish her schooling

before she makes any decision
about her calling.

Thank you.

I suppose you'll
be wanting your fee.

I'm not sure I need
a monetary payment.

But I could settle instead for...

peace talks on the waterfront...

in return for my
absolute discretion.

You drive a hard bargain,
Miss Fisher.

Morning.

You'd almost think someone
twisted Waddington's arm.

In a charming way.

I've had my fair share
of strike action.

What? The police strike of '23?
Mmm.

Shoulder to shoulder.

A lot of good men lost their jobs.

I was one of the lucky ones.

I would've picked you
as more of a fence-sitter.

It'd be a tactical error to think

you had me pegged
just yet, Miss Fisher.

I'm very glad to hear it.