Miss Fisher's Murder Mysteries (2012–…): Season 1, Episode 9 - Queen of the Flowers - full transcript

I'm sure I taught those girls
punctuality.

Should I delay for the first course
for our other maidens, Miss?

No, forge ahead, Mr Butler.
Every moment counts.

Now, you're seated
at the Mayoral Supper

and you've just been served
your first course.

What is your weapon of choice?

Well, that's a fish knife.

But that's not a fish.
Correct.

And I know it's from the outside in.

But it's a trick question.

I give up, then.
Excellent choice, Marie.



Asparagus is perfectly acceptable
finger food,

provided it's not drowned in sauce
or overcooked

and as long as you take your lead
from your host or your hostess.

Next course... You made the
social pages again, Miss.

Queen Of The Flowers.
Oh!

'The festival will culminate
in a supper dance

hosted by the Town Hall

at which these young unfortunates
will blossom into flower maidens

and demonstrate the grace and poise

acquired under Miss Fisher's
expert tutelage.

How many days do we have left?

Four. And a half.

Four and a half years
might be more useful.

Sorry I'm late, Miss Fisher.
I missed my tram.



Did your tram happen to follow you
to the foreshore?

I was meant to meet Kitty
at the bathing boxes this morning

but I couldn't find her.

Leave your coat on, Rose.

We're going in search
of our missing maiden.

Come on, ladies. Beach.

This job is more like rounding up
sheep than grooming young ladies.

Miss Fisher!
What now?

Stand back, girls!

Oh, no.
It's Kitty.

Is she breathing?

Nothing.
Holy Mary, Mother of God.

But she was a good swimmer.

When we went for the picnic,

she swam to the pier
and almost beat you, Miss.

I remember.
She must have drowned herself,
don't you think?

It's not that easy to drown
yourself, Marie.

Is it, Miss?

Well, maybe she filled her pockets
full of stones.

She didn't have pockets, Marie.

Girls.

How long do you think
she's been in the water, sir?

By the look of her skin,
a good few hours. Maybe overnight.

Perhaps Miss Fisher
can enlighten us.

How are your other maidens
bearing up?

They're tough customers,
including Jane.

Takes a lot to shock them but
I think this has done the trick.

What are your thoughts?

The fact that she was fully dressed?

A boating accident.

You don't need to humour me, Jack.

She was dressed
from the evening before

when the foreshore
is a less friendly place.

We haven't been able to contact
her next of kin.

I don't think she had any.

All of the girls have spent
a great deal of time in welfare

apart from Rose.

Do you think you could sit in
on my interviews?

Are you actually inviting me?

I'm happy to deal with angry
wharfies and trigger-happy thugs

but I will bow to your expertise

when it comes to
wayward teenage girls.

Do you know where Kitty lived,
Miss Whelan?

No idea. She said
she used to be a laundry maid.

She didn't dress like a maid,
did she?

Her frock all shiny purple
and those golden shoes?

Had she seemed upset
about anything lately?

Maybe.

About what, do you think?

Well, I'd be guessing.
Alright.

What do you imagine
was wrong with her?

Well, I imagine her heart was broke
by some starry-eyed boy

who came back to his true mind

and so Kitty had no reason
to breathe another breath

and the song of the black ocean
called her.

That's what I guess.

And I guess you've been reading
too many penny dreadfuls.

Thank you, Marie.

I hope you weren't attached
to that fountain pen.

I don't know if
anything was bothering Kitty.

But she collapsed in the hall
last week.

I wasn't aware of that.
She didn't want Miss Fisher to know.

In case you changed your mind
about her being a flower maiden.

Because she wasn't well?

Excuse me, sir. The council
gave this as Kitty Pace's address.

'15 Montclair Avenue, Balaclava.'

But that's where Rose lives.

Montclair Avenue, Balaclava?

That's right. The same details
Kitty gave to the Council.

Laundry maid -
15, Montclair Avenue, Balaclava.

That was ages ago.
I didn't know Kitty very well then.

But you lived at the same address.

My grandfather employed her
as a laundry maid.

What were you planning on doing this
morning? When you arranged to meet?

Nothing.

Kitty telephoned me last night
and she asked me to meet her.

Was she in some kind of trouble?

Was anyone bothering her?

Not that she said.

Thank you, Rose. Would you please
wait for me in the parlour?

Why is Rose
one of your lucky maidens?

She doesn't seem like a battler.

Her grandfather is Franklin Weston.

They used to own
Weston's department stores.

But apparently, she's become
too much for him to handle.

There's a lady out there
staring at the house.

It doesn't take long
for bad news to spread.

Take no notice.

Inspector Robinson has finished
with the girls for now, Dot.

And the Mayor's office telephoned.

He's still waiting at the hall
for your rehearsals.

Oh, dear.

Inspector Robinson's offered
to give Rose a lift home

and I've got Cec and Bert
calling by for Marie.

What about our dance lesson?

We were meant to practise
the procession

and getting our Flower Maidens
prize.

I think we've all had
enough challenges for today, Marie.

Come along.

Marie.

Letter opener.

I'm going to go in and see the Mayor.

Coming with me?
No, no, thank you.

I'll stay inside, I'll stay here.

Only me, Grandpa!

Detective Inspector Jack Robinson,
sir, and Constable Collins.

I'm Franklin D Weston.

Pleased to make your acquaintance.

Can I offer you
some kind of refreshment?

Ah, no thank you.

We attended a drowning this morning
at St Kilda foreshore.

The girl was a friend
of your granddaughter's,

one of the flower maidens,
Katherine Pace.

You remember Kitty.

Rose tells us you employed her
for a time.

Yes, that's right, so I did.

But I had to let her go,
oh, about six months ago.

Her work just, well,
wasn't up to standard.

But she was a nice enough young lady,
though.

Drowned, you said?

Was it an accident?
We're not sure at this stage.

Do you know where Kitty moved on to
after she left this address.

Any friends or family
you might know of?

I'm not sure if she found herself
a new employer

but I did write her
a good reference at the time.

Yes, she left without taking it
with her.

I should have it here somewhere.

Sir.

Telephone wire.

I don't think that will help,
Grandpa.

It's quite alright, Miss Weston.

Thank you.

And if you do remember
any handy details about Miss Pace,

please contact the police station.

Let's hope the perpetrator
is caught and punished

with the full force of the law.
We'll do our best, sir.

Nice work on the telephone,
Constable.

Thank you, sir.

This house has definitely seen
better days.

Contact the Post Master General's
department.

Find out if
the phone's been disconnected.

Will that help us, sir?

It will be if it was before
Rose Weston claims Kitty rang her.

Just up, that's a bit high...

A bit to the left, good.

Yes, perfect.

Goodness gracious! Poor girl.
I wonder what happened.

Oh, have you met my nephew,
Miss Fisher?

Derek Phillips. Yes,
you helped out with the fox trot.

We do ballroom and modern at
Grammar. I was happy to lend a hand.

I know she came from the wrong side
of the tracks but she...

She wasn't a stupid girl.

It'll be a shame to waste all this.

The other girls
will have to understand.

We can't cancel the Supper Dance.

You don't think we should?

Out of respect?

Don't you feel it's
all the more reason to forge ahead?

I mean, these girls
lead difficult lives

and this is their chance to shine.

We understand them, Miss Fisher.
None of us were born to privilege.

Marjorie? I think we need another
Council banner over the entrance.

I do question the point
of teaching them social graces

when they can't even
walk the streets safely.

Teach them what you want,
Miss Fisher.

The girls have worked so hard
and are so looking forward to it.

We can't disappoint them.

Penny for your thoughts.

Just thinking how lucky I've been
to end up with Miss Phryne.

And me.

We're still lucky, Jane. Both of us.

I've had such a lovely time
with her.

Books and new clothes
and a wonderful school and friends,

Mr Butler, and Cec and Bert.
And you, Dot.

Whatever happens, I've had all that.

Nothing's going to happen.
You funny thing.

The Post Master General's department
confirmed

that the Weston's telephone line
was interrupted ten months ago,

by a house fire.

And the service was never restored?

No, because the reconnection bill
was never paid.

So Kitty Pace couldn't have
telephoned Rose the night she died.

No, sir. And it seems
the fire was a case of arson.

No-one was charged but Miss Weston
was listed as a person of interest.

Right. A liar, an arsonist
and a flower maiden.

I'm beginning to appreciate
Miss Fisher's challenge.

I knew you'd come.
Rose said you wouldn't.

How can you even think
about dancing?

Go home, then,
to your nice big house...

Change of plan, ladies.
Forget the fox trot.

You said it mattered.
I know what I said.

And I'm a great believer
in the power of the feminine

to wield influence
in the civilised world.

But whatever happened to Kitty
wasn't very civilised.

So you don't think
she did herself in?

No.

And I wish I could have taught Kitty
something more useful

than dancing or deportment
or etiquette.

Like what?

Take your coats off, ladies,
and I'll show you.

Come on!

Coats off!

Now, think hard.

Good choice!

Now here come another one.

Manoeuvre one.

Groin.

Manoeuvre two - throat!

Well done!

Miss Fisher knows judo, sir?

Of course.

Now what?
What?

The old dagger in the garter!
Miss?

I hope you're not concealing
a dangerous weapon under that skirt.

I'm concealing a lot of things.
That's what a lady does.

Constable Collins and I need to ask
Miss Weston a few more questions.

Rose.

If you were the last person to see
or speak with Kitty before she died,

the police will keep on questioning
you until they get somewhere.

Kitty didn't telephone me.

Because we already had
an arrangement...

Friday nights
we'd meet at the bathing sheds

and then we'd catch the tram.

Where to?

We'd go to Luna Park
or we'd go dancing at Wattle Park.

Sometimes we'd even go to a hotel.

I'd come all that way and
Kitty didn't want to go out anymore.

She was angry.

Told me I didn't know
how hard her life was

because I lived in a big house.
And?

We argued and she pushed me.

Then somehow she tripped
and banged her head.

So what did you do?

I woke her up, then told her
I'd go and fetch some help.

But when I came back, she was gone.

I thought she must have come to
or maybe she'd just come back.

So I waited all night.

But I don't know how she ended up
in the water, I swear.

Are you going to lock me up?

That's enough for now.

Why don't you go and
wait with the others, Rose?

We'll see if the autopsy confirms

a head injury
consistent with her story.

I just hope it doesn't confirm it
as the cause of death.

Did you know she was a pyromaniac?

According to the fire brigade.
Thank you.

I'll keep a close eye
on my flammables.

Hello, Miss.

Jane has a visitor
waiting in the kitchen.

She's been here since this morning.

She, um, claims to be your mother.

I didn't think
I'd ever see her again.

She won't recognise me.

It's been too long.

She'll recognise you.

Hello, Mother.

My girl.

Oh, my.

How pretty you've grown.

Such a lovely dress.

Miss Phryne bought it for me.
Hello.

I'm Phryne Fisher.

You're the one
who's been minding my Jane.

Didn't like to go to Welfare.
You can't trust them.

But once I got back on my feet,
I started looking.

I... I saw you in the morning paper.

Miss Fisher's ward, it says.

Jane Ross.
Yes.

Jane's been with me
for quite some time now.

I thank you so very much for keeping
my little girl safe and healthy.

It's been my absolute pleasure.

Miss Fisher?
That's me.

I don't understand, Miss.
I thought Jane's mother was dead.

We all did, Dot.

I would have never stepped in

if I had the slightest inkling
her mother was alive and well.

Medicinal.

It was found a hundred yards
from Kitty Pace's body.

This key looks promising.

Perhaps she wasn't living
on the streets after all.

Somewhere exposed to the elements,
though.

Wouldn't that just be
the saltwater, sir?

Not this quickly.
Look at the latch on the bag.

The compact. All still gleaming.

And I believe
that is a beer coaster.

And there's something written on it.
So there is.

All the pieces must be here.

Do you think we can put it
together again?

I can try, sir.
Good.

Good.

Jane?

Where's your mother?
She had to go.

Where?
She didn't give an address.

But that's ridiculous.

After all this time?
She'll come back.

Now that she knows where I am.

We need to discuss this.

And we need to discuss things
with her, Jane, about your future.

I have history homework to do.

But she can't take Jane back.
Can she?

You adopted her.

We couldn't find her, Dot.

And we couldn't verify her death
either.

So the papers were never signed.

That's got to be a W.

Surely that's a W.

That looks more like an N and a W.

Then what is that?

Hugh.

Hugh, wake up. I'm finished.

Whitten's Pale Ale?

That's a South Australian beer.

What's on the other side?
Just a whole lot of names.

Hmm, aren't you clever?

Thank you.

I didn't know you were still up,
Miss.

Can I make you a cocoa?

I think I need something stronger
tonight, thanks, Dot.

You finished your police work?

Jane said Kitty fainted in the hall.

And didn't you have to let out
the seams of her frock?

That's right.

A couple of inches mostly around...

mostly around the waist.

'Edward, Teddie, Edwin...'

Gentlemen friends?

There's girls' names here too.

'Edwina, Edie' -
all variants of the same name.

I'll wager there was an Edward
somewhere in Kitty's family tree.

Babies' names.

Babies.

What babies?

Well, sir? Was Miss Pace expecting?

Put it this way, Collins.

If the world had
any more womanly intuition,

the coroner would be out of a job.
Absolutely.

And the cause of death?

He notes a laceration
to the back of the skull.

However, large quantities
of fluid and debris in the stomach

strongly suggest death occurred
subsequent to immersion.

So Rose is off the hook.
Mmm.

And Kitty was alive when she drowned.

That's the conclusion.

But there was bruising
suggestive of someone

a lot more hefty than Rose Weston.
What kind of bruising?

You don't need to know.
Tell me.

A man's boot print
across the small of her back.

That badge looks familiar.

The colours.

'Concordium cum veritate.'

Harmony through truth.

I'm all for that.

Jane, are you coming?

I thought you were all ready?
It's our last rehearsal.

I'm not feeling very well.

I'm sure it's just a cold.

Alright, back to bed with you.

Derek.

Excuse me, Miss Fisher.

Where would you like me
to stack the refreshments?

Sorry, Derek. Whitten's.
I haven't heard of that.

Ah, it's from Adelaide. Top brew.

You're very young
to be a beer connoisseur.

Kitchen will be fine, thank you.

I was just intrigued by your school
crest. What does the motto say?

Something about truth and harmony.
It's Latin.

I've seen it before.
On a school badge.

Ah, yes. I used to own one.
But I lost it.

The police have found it.
In Kitty Pace's handbag.

Gather your things, Derek.

Sorry, ladies.
Enough maidenhood for one day.

Derek and I have
an urgent appointment.

Derek wouldn't hurt Kitty.

He was sweet on her.

Derek wasn't sweet on Kitty.

He just couldn't resist
the other thing.

You know, down there.

And what would you know? Hmm?

She was trying to trap him
because she was in strife.

I saw her out the back

heaving her guts out
and I picked it right off.

She was in the family way.

I gave that badge to Marie.

Maybe Kitty took it
because she was jealous.

This'd be a lot easier
if you stick to your school motto.

What shoe size do you take, Derek?

Size ten, why?

Inspector.
I came as quickly as I could.

So you weren't involved
with Kitty Pace in any way?

I think she wanted me to be.

She asked me to meet her that night
at one of the bathing sheds.

I thought about it.
The night she drowned?

But I didn't go.

I went to my Uncle's and
listened to the wireless until late

and then slept over.
Can you confirm this?

Yes.

We had a late sitting at Council
but when Derek arrived,

I decided his visit
was more important.

He seemed in need of company.

Did you know Kitty Pace
was pregnant?

No. No, I didn't.

Miss, steady on.
You're going to wear out the bell.

Tell me, please.
Was Kitty expecting?

Perhaps you should take a seat.
Tell me, yes or no?

What's going on out here, Constable?

Miss Weston's enquiring about
Kitty Pace, sir.

Well, I'm just finishing up
if you'd like to wait.

No, it's alright.

You were right,
it's none of my business.

Rose?
Sorry to bother you.

What was all that fuss about
with Rose?

Maybe she holds a torch
for Derek too.

Though I can't see
what the attraction is myself.

Could be a man in uniform.

Get your buckets and spades, boys.

I think another trip
to the seaside's in order.

Keep going. White door, Collins.

Yeah, this is the one, sir.

Nice hideaway.

Here's that beer again, sir.

Yes, Derek Philips recommends it.

We may need another chat
with that young man.

Good Grammar boy.
Head Prefect to boot.

Just the sort to sow
his wild oats with a bad girl

from the wrong side of the tracks,

only to panic
at the first sign of trouble.

A gentleman's razor.

Looks like Derek
wasn't Kitty's only male visitor.

He's barely old enough to shave.

I didn't know you were a Henry
Lawson fan. How are you feeling?

Much better. I thought
I'd catch the tram to see Rose.

It's a bit late in the day,
isn't it?

She's been so upset about Kitty.

I think it can wait until tomorrow.
You'll see her soon enough.

No, stop it, OK? I can't do this.

I can't stop thinking about her.
I'm sorry.

You will be sorry
because the deal's off.

I'm not covering for you anymore!

No, wait! Marie!

Mother? It's me. Jane.

I knew you'd come like you promised.
You always keep your word.

Come in.

I've brought some papers
I need you to sign.

Don't think I won't visit.

I will.

But it's better this way.

Yeah, I know.

Don't worry.

I brought you some things
you might need.

Money for shopping.

A book.

Henry Lawson. We can read them
together like we used to.

Just for a short while, hmm?

Hello?

Is that you?

What are you doing here?

'In deep ways and steep ways
and high ways and low,

I'm at home and at ease
on a track that I know not,

and restless and lost on a road
that I know.'

Now, all we need is some afternoon
tea, like we used to make, remember?

But it's late. It's night-time.

No matter.

I'll bake us a cake to celebrate.
You always loved my apple cake.

It'll be done before you know it.

I have to be back before morning.

Of course you do.

Odd, I don't seem to have enough
housekeeping money.

Maybe our light-fingered visitors
are becoming more daring.

Have you seen Jane? She's not
upstairs and her bed's made.

Morning!
Morning.

I can't seem to find Jane anywhere,
Miss.

Do you know if she left early
for school?

Both of them?

Yes, it is odd but I'm sure
there'll be some simple explanation.

Thank you.

Rose hasn't shown up for school
either.

Marie said
you were meeting Kitty regularly.

Twice a week at the bathing shed.

Instead of debating practice.

And I loved her, I did.

But she wanted me to leave school
to marry her.

It all seemed so mad.

So what did you do?
She wanted an answer that night.

But I told my uncle
that I was mixed up with her

and he said to stay away.
I didn't know Kitty was pregnant.

And I certainly kill her.

But... I just feel so wretched
that I lied.

And other people had to lie for me.

Like who?

Marie said she would back
what I said

about giving her my school badge
and I needed my uncle as an alibi.

He wasn't with me.
He was at a meeting.

How long had you known Kitty?

Six weeks.

Kitty was at least
three months pregnant, Derek.

So it wasn't mine.

Ah, excuse me, sir.
You might like to know the result

of that Titles search
on that bathing shed.

I never go near the shed.

I lost my boat, along with
everything else, in a card game.

That would explain
your disappearing furniture.

Look, I had no idea Kitty Pace was
living there. I give you my word.

A man who has lost as much money
as you have, Mr Weston,

is willing to embrace
all kinds of opportunities,

not all of them legal.
I don't know what you're implying.

Did you set Kitty Pace up there
for your own convenience

or perhaps the convenience
of other gentlemen?

Mr Weston!

I've been trying to telephone you,
Mr Weston.

I'm looking for my daughter.
Where's Rose?

She's at school.
No, she's not.

Neither is Jane.
Both girls are missing.

Where could they be?
I have no idea.

Rose left me a note but
I didn't take it seriously.

Rose left this on the doorstep
last night.

But she didn't take her bag,
clothes, money, nothing.

So naturally I assumed
she'd be back.

But this says that
she doesn't want to go on.

Do you think Jane's with her?
I don't know.

I just want to find them both. Fast.

Where would Rose go?

Well, she liked the beach.
The bathing sheds.

I can see someone. Hurry up!

Oh, God! What has she done?

Sleeping pills.

Is she breathing?
Just.

Rose! Rose, can you hear me?

Come on, Rose, come on.

Please!

He made me do it.
What?

Who?
He made me do it.

Alright, let's get her out of here.

One, two, three.

Is she alright?
She was lucky.

They pumped what they could
out of her stomach.

She just has to sleep the rest off.

Still no news of Jane?
No.

It doesn't seem
like they were together.

Did you check the bureau?

Y-yes and you were right.

The adoption papers are gone.

I'm going back
to the police station.

It's done.

Wake up.

Everything's ready.

What's wrong?
Nothing.

It's all wrong. But why is it?

Someone must have tampered with it.

You must have used salt
instead of sugar.

But I didn't.
Someone's been in here.

No, they haven't.
Yes, they have. It's him.

I heard him the other night.

He hasn't been around here
for a while.

It's a bad omen to spill salt.
Do you remember Lot's wife?

Remember? We've got
to throw some over our shoulder.

You need some sleep.

A-and I need to go home.
They'll be worried.

But you can't.
It's not safe out there. Here.

I need to go. Where's the key?

It's him, Jane.
Don't you understand?

Unlock the door. Please!

Anna! I know you're in there.

Jane Ross, 14 years old.
Mother's name is Anna Ross.

What if she's not with her mother?

What if the same person
who drugged Rose has Jane as well

and all this time...
Calm down, Phryne.

You remember what she was like
before you rescued her.

If anyone knows how to look after
themselves on the street, it's Jane.

I'm not sure
if this is relevant, sir,

but the Council confirmed Mr Weston
lost office due to his gambling.

Though the Mayor is trying
to get him reinstated.

Why would he bother
trying to help a man like that?

See if you can get hold
of the minutes, Constable.

City South. Yeah, that's right.

In Rathdowne Street. Thank you.

Carlton Police had a call
to check on a Mrs Ross.

Some domestic dispute
at a boarding house.

Anna, it's me again! How long
are you going to stay in there?

Oh, give up! Unlock it!

Give up, you trollop!
Hey! Police!

Hey, steady on, I'm the landlord.

She's bloody locked herself in
and I can smell gas.

Jane!
Out of the way.

Help me! Please!

Out here! She's going to jump!

Jane! Hold on!

Wait, wait.
Please!

Help me!

It's alright.

You're safe now.

I'm sorry
but I'll have to evict her.

I mean, she's not full quid!

I'm not interested
in your opinion, Murray.

You're coming with me
to the station. Move.

Now.

Come on.

She wouldn't...
She wouldn't listen to me.

I tried. She's not mean.

She... She just needs me.

I'm sorry I didn't tell you.

More tea, Mrs Ross?
Thank you.

I feel so much better. Such
a beautiful home you have here.

Oh, it's not mine, really.

But everyone is welcome
including you, Mrs Ross.

Oh, what a picture.

You've grown into
a wonderful young lady.

Dot, would you like to take Mrs Ross
up for her bath?

Oh!

How lovely.

They'll lock her up again
and people will hurt her.

I've been to those places.
Where can she go?

We'll find somewhere
where she's happy.

And you can visit her
whenever you like.

I promise.

Hello, Inspector.

You might like to know know why

Mr Weston wasn't reinstated
to Council.

They put it to the vote
the night Kitty Pace was drowned.

And Mayor Phillips, despite
all his lobbying, was absent.

But Derek said he wasn't with him.

So where was he?

Rose, who made you
take all those pills?

Was it the same person
who killed Kitty?

Was it the same person you ran from
at the police station?

The Mayor helped your grandfather
when he was disgraced

when no-one else would.

Why would he do that?

It was the Mayor who was there
when you ran away in fear.

And the Mayor who was so helpful
choosing all the flower maidens.

Did he force you
to write that note, Rose?

He set Kitty up
in our old bathing shed.

He paid her money so he could visit
whenever he felt like it.

But Kitty changed her mind. She
wanted to tell on him, disgrace him.

That's what we argued about.

But when I found out
Kitty was pregnant, I knew why.

I knew it was the Mayor
who drowned her.

It's all my fault.

I should have told on him
when Kitty wanted me to.

He said I was clever and pretty.

He bought me presents.

He loaned us money.

He wanted me to be
his proper girlfriend.

It only happened once.

And then grandfather introduced him
to Kitty

and she became his girlfriend
instead.

Oh, Rose.

Mr Weston is here
to see his granddaughter.

Show him in.

Rose has told us everything.

You sold your granddaughter
so you could pay your debts.

And then let Kitty suffer instead.

The Mayor tried to murder Rose
and make it look like suicide.

I'm so sorry, Rose.

Please, please forgive me.

Miss Fisher.

He's the one.

He's the one who tried to kill me.

Mayor Lionel Phillips,
you're under arrest.

You accept the word
of this troubled young girl?

Miss Weston and her grandfather
gave a full and detailed statement.

You're charged with kidnap,
various indecency charges,

attempted murder and
the murder of Miss Katherine Pace.

Well done, Rose. Wait for me
in the car, I won't be long.

Well, my school of social graces
was a complete disaster.

There are enough fox trotting
young ladies in this town.

You taught them to demand justice
instead.

And no doubt they'll all become
firebrands in their own right

and try to change the world,
God help us.

Oh. Janie's adoption papers,
a little the worse for wear.

Thank you.

But Jane's mother
will always be her mother.

And what will you be?
Her guardian angel?

Much more my style.