Miss Fisher's Murder Mysteries (2012–…): Season 2, Episode 11 - Dead Air - full transcript

And I'm not keeping quiet. No.

No, keep away!

Get back! No, get away!

Let go!

Help!

How many stations can it pick up?

Only 3JH, I'm afraid.
That's how a restricted licence works

That's perfect.

May I ask what's so particular
about this 3JH?

It has The Polkinghorns.

A girl who went to my school
helps to make it.



Now it's time to revisit
our daily serial,

At Home With The Polkinghorns.

A New Day.

That sounds like the taxi now.

Maurice...

..it must be our Guinevere,

home in time for her 21st birthday.

Who's Guinevere?
Their daughter.

Look outside, Maurice -
our Guinevere.

Where is she?
Ssh!

I...

..don't want to see her
after what she did.

What did she do?

Ran off with an Italian
opera singer.



We've all done that.

But we are on air.

(Come on!)

Whatever is keeping that maid?

She's dead.
Who's dead?

Louisa, outside.
Just turn the blasted thing off!

L... Louisa Singleton
is the girl I know.

Radios claim newspaper war.
Out now in the Argus.

Ah, Miss Fisher. How did you know?

We were listening to the wireless.

Louisa was going to do
so many wonderful things.

Miss Fisher, detective,
and my assistant, Miss Williams.

Jimmy Creswick, station manager,
3JH, and my wife, Hazel.

And this is Louisa?
Yes, our Girl Friday,

Miss Louisa Singleton.

How awful.

They said they'd get us.
Who did?

Hazel, love, come inside
and calm down.

Looks like she was strangled.

Such a shame, one so young.

Terrible.
Time of death, 6:40pm,

if we assume she was wearing
these clothes yesterday

and her watch
was in good working order.

Thank you. I'll take it from here.
Step back, please. Thank you.

Step right back, please.

Where's Inspector Robinson?

He's... He's on another job.
We'd be happy to assist you, Hugh.

Miss Singleton
was a school friend of Dot's.

She'd never forgive me
if I didn't help.

Miss?

The other job the Inspector's on...

..he's uncover
and it's confidential.

Sounds intriguing. Come on, Dot.

Yes, exactly the same outfit
that she was in yesterday.

We just thought she was late
this morning.

Even though Louisa was never late.
Today of all days.

Playing Guinevere in The
Polkinghorns was her big step up.

Is there anyone who might have
wanted to harm Miss Singleton?

No. Louisa put all her efforts
into her work.

Top girl. She kept the books neat,
typed up all our scripts.

She broke it off with her fiance
in Perth

when she was offered the job at 3JH.

Are any of these coats Louisa's?

Yes, the cloak.

I can scribe, if you like.

So no grudges, threats?

Not against her in particular.

There were telephone calls
a few days ago.

Hazel took one, Louisa the other.
It was a man.

He warned us to shut down
the station or he'd do it himself.

We've been expecting trouble.

There have been attacks
on other radio stations.

From our brightest night
to our darkest day.

Hazel was crowned Best Female Talent
last night

at the Australian Recorded
Performance Awards.

Oh, no!

Oh, Oswald.

Come now, Hazel. It's only a
goldfish. It was probably his time.

Sorry. I'm not normally like this.

Good morning.
This is the Ten O'clock News.

From July, electric trams will run
from the eastern suburbs.

That voice!

This is predicted not only to
alleviate traffic in the centre

but bring new shoppers to the city,

where they can enjoy
a splendid array

of stores and restaurants
that cater to all tastes.

Mr Archibald Jones,
he of the dulcet tones.

Wherever did you find him?

We didn't.

The board of 3JH decided last week
to offer an hourly news service.

We wanted to train Clarence
for the role

but management hired Mr Jones.

Why don't you go and have a
sit-down, love? You've had a shock.

You're right, darling.
I do feel slightly shattered.

She couldn't get out
more than two words

in front of a microphone
when I first met her.

Perhaps having a private detective
around would reassure her,

a discreet presence.

If you ask me, the one
to look out for is that bloke.

I wouldn't trust him
as far as I could spit.

There will be more news in
the next hour, so please stay tuned.

Shortly, Clarence Ball will be with
you for the daily sporting news.

But first, a musical interlude.

Before you say anything, Archibald...

Thank goodness you're here.
I need you to move in on this case.

Collins can't handle this alone.
Is this Jack Robinson speaking,

or are you still incognito?

You want me to ride shotgun over Hugh

I wish you wouldn't
put it quite like that.

You could ask nicely.
Want me to beg?

This may never happen again.

Please.

I'm stuck here,
keeping an eye on things.

Not a very keen eye. Someone was
killed at 6:40pm, to be precise.

I was reporting to Commissioner Hall
last night.

Four radio stations
from Melbourne and Sydney

have been shut down
in the last six months.

They've been robbed, vandalised
or set alight.

Well, we both know who has the most
to lose, with radio taking off.

Newspapers. Why buy a newspaper

if you've already heard
the headlines on the wireless?

But you suspect an inside job?

Clarence Ball - foley man,
piano player, sports presenter.

Left radio station 3XL one week
before it burned to the ground

after a series
of menacing phone calls.

Suspiciously good timing.

Let's have a look at
the Corroborree Maiden first.

In the seventh,
my pick is Paschal Vaya, number two.

In the eighth,
we're looking at number five...

Clarence Ball's On The Track.
I've heard a lot about this.

What's so remarkable
about these tips?

Not very good odds, some of them.

I'm with you.
These are just all the favourites.

The barman at the pub is
making a packet out of this bloke.

Col swears by him.

Tune in this afternoon at the usual
time for Hall Of Fame -

your chance to guess
our Mare of the Moment.

Nah. We're missing something
with this joker.

The results of the last race
came in on the wire at 6:55,

then the station closed at seven.

You were the last
to leave the office?

That's right.

Jimmy and Hazel left at 5:30
to go to a... fancy awards do.

Looks like Mrs Creswick has really
made 3JH a success story.

Best Female Talent on Melbourne Radio

You'd be surprised how many punters
tune in to my sporting news,

even more to my live race calls.

But... you haven't been at the statio
for long, have you?

Where were you previously?
Radio 3XL.

I had quite a following there too.

That station closed down, didn't it?
A fire, I believe.

Before my time.

Difference of opinion.
Back to Miss Singleton,

what time did she leave the office
last night?

She made me a cuppa before my shift.

Then there was no sign of her

when the evening
session finished at seven.

What was Louisa working on?

Jingles, ideas for shows, stories.

I told her
it was a complete waste of time.

Hazel made damn sure she wrote
every word that went to air.

She didn't think Louisa was
up to the task?

You'd have to ask Hazel that.

Did they ever disagree,
to your knowledge?

Hazel's been tricky lately.

Louisa wouldn't be the only one
she's crossed swords with.

You'd better cooperate, Archie.
Jimmy already thinks you did it.

What?
You are behaving very suspiciously.

Clarence had the opportunity
to murder Louisa.

He could easily slip out of
the studio in a musical interlude.

Hazel and Louisa didn't get on.
Creative competition.

Have you seen
a running order anywhere?

We're in such a mess without Louisa.

Here it is.

Oh, thank goodness.

Perhaps Dot could be of some help.

That would be wonderful.

I'll show you what needs to be done.

So, do the police have any ideas?

Could be anyone. You know
the type who hang around here.

Like who?

That bloke from the newspaper stand
for one.

Louisa complained about him waltzing
in here whenever he felt like it.

I only wish I'd taken more notice
and done something about him.

There you go.
Thanks, cobber.

Argus, thanks.

So, you knew Louisa pretty well?

I'd hoped to know her even better.

I asked her to go dancing
a couple of times.

She turned you down?
Only twice.

I was still in with a chance.

I could tell by the way
she liked to tick me off.

I saw her last night too.
She bought a bun from me.

Said she was going back to work.

Maybe you should tell the cops.

I'm not getting mixed up
with the cops,

and it won't bring Louisa back.

Hooroo.

Get your papers here! Paper!

Are you sure there's nothing
we've missed, Hugh?

She wanted to marry that bloke
in Perth,

but she had her heart set on radio.

Yes, Louisa, she left school at 15,
like me, but she was always smart.

Well, you must be smart too,
assisting a lady detective.

Rightio, let's test you.

Guess this bird.

Gonk, gonk!

Gonk!

I give up.
That is the black swan,

the official bird
of Western Australia.

But I made you smile, didn't I?

Deeply affected by your
colleague's passing, are you?

What's your problem, Constable?
I've told you everything I know.

Why didn't you hear any disturbance
in the alley last night?

There could have been heavy
mortar fire outside

and I wouldn't have heard a thing.

That studio is completely
soundproof.

Help! Constable, help, quickly!

Oh, Jimmy!

Stay back, Hazel. Don't touch it!

What happened?
The microphone. I got a shock.

Stand back, please.
Turn off the power.

There's a fuse box in the hall.

All clear.

Is there a first-aid box?

It's fine. I'll be alright.

They tried to get you. They're going
to knock us all off, I know it.

The same thing happened at 2WA.

I'm sure it's nothing more
than a silly accident.

Tell her, Miss Fisher.
I'd like to agree, but...

The wires have been
deliberately frayed.

No, sir. Inspector Robinson
prevented the electrocution himself.

Yes.

Yes, sir.

I'll pass on the message.

Thank you, sir. Right away.

Looking right at home there, Hugh.

In your haste
to follow the Inspector's orders,

you left Louisa Singleton's
notebook behind.

Thank you, Miss.
How did that happen?

We thought you might need some help
going through Louisa's things.

The Inspector's secret stash!

Miss...

Well done, Hugh.

Mm, delicious.

A packet of matches, thanks.

And, ah, this came for you.

Special delivery.

Thanks. I've been expecting that.

Paper!

Look at this. Why would Louisa buy
an interstate train ticket?

An overnight sleeper to Sydney
booked for next week. No return.

Clarence Ball said Hazel didn't like
any of Louisa's ideas,

but this is the Polkinghorns episode
they played this morning.

Maybe she was just transcribing
for Hazel.

Look, it says,
'Written by Miss Louisa Singleton.'

If all of those stories
were Louisa's ideas

and Hazel was taking all the glory,
I don't blame her for trying to leave

That radio awards night,
it didn't begin until 7:00pm

but the Creswicks left the studio
at 5:30.

That's plenty of time for a detour.

We need a quiet word with Hazel,
a casual tete-a-tete.

Bring the car around, Dot.

Tea For Two.

What better, after a woman's
long day of household toils

and a man's daily battles
with the world

than a steaming brew for two
of Tilley's tea?

To celebrate hearth and home...

..no matter who comes calling,

or prepare for an evening
of loving companionship

with the little ones
tucked safely in bed.

Tilley's tea,
proud sponsor of 3JH Radio,

is made for relaxation
and rejuvenation, just for you.

Tilley's tea is tip-top tea from
the very best tips to your teapot.

If I could borrow that typewriter,
I could type these notes for you.

Thanks, Dottie.

You know, if I do well on this case,
I'm one step closer to a promotion,

which means
we can afford to get married.

Then wise-cracking bird
impersonators

won't be so free and easy
when you're Mrs Hugh Collins.

How are we going to tell
your mother, Hugh?

I don't care. We'll get married
in a Catholic church. I'll convert.

But that would
break your mother's heart.

I'm sure if we tell Miss Phryne,
she'll help us find a solution.

Can't we work it out ourselves?

That's what we'll have to do
when you don't work for her anymore.

Pardon?

Once we set a date
and you give notice,

Miss Fisher's going to
have to do without you.

Without me?

Give up my job?

Right.

Dot!

Mr Creswick.

I was expecting your wife.

Hazel sends her apologies,
but she wasn't up to the car trip.

You thought Miss Williams could
help out with our typing.

Of course. I'd be happy to help.

Thank you, Dot.

While you're here, I would like
a quiet word about Louisa.

Of course.

It seems she dedicated most
of her evenings to writing for radio,

but nothing of hers has been to air?

Louisa was very ambitious,
but she had no training as a writer.

She was needed far more as a typist.
Hazel only writes in longhand.

Then how do you explain this -
this morning's episode,

word for word,
in Louisa's personal notebook?

Really?

Well, perhaps she copied it from one
of Hazel's scripts for some reason,

to learn from or...

Plagiarism?

I hope that's not what it was.

Could that be why
Hazel argued with her?

Any arguments they had
couldn't have been more than a tiff.

We work in very close quarters, and
disagreements are bound to happen.

Did Louisa mention that she had
any travel plans?

Not that I know of.

But Hazel was very reliant on her,

and if she were about to move on,
that would have left her in the lurch

Yes. It would have left us all in
the lurch, if we'd known about it.

What time did you and Hazel arrive
at the award ceremony last night?

I can't be sure.

We were a little late.

Hazel was nursing
one of her headaches,

and I had to go on ahead of her.

So she stayed at home?
Only for half an hour.

Then she grabbed a cab and joined
me. It was a wonderful evening.

To start with, anyway,
but it ended sadly for Louisa.

Look, I have to get back
to the station

and check Hazel's on top of things.

We've already missed one
sponsor's message this morning.

I'd be happy to step in.
I do have performance experience.

Really?

I need to be around the station
in any case.

I wouldn't want Hazel
to feel displaced,

but at the moment, I would
be very grateful, Miss Fisher.

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Damn!

A brief tune, then it's news on
the hour with Archibald Jones.

Popped a string.

But bravo, Miss Fisher. We make a
wonderful team. We should get cosy.

I'm quite cosy enough, thank you.

Oh, hello.

Can I help you?

Evening edition.
Oh.

Bloody awful, what happened
to Louisa. She was a real gem.

Tell Clarence his paper's here.
He needs it for his racing show.

Hello, Dot.

Well done, Miss.

You sounded just like
the real thing. Thank you.

Our delivery man seemed
quite particular

that Clarence get his newspaper,
didn't he?

A betting tip.

Race six, Glory Girl.

I thought that fish was dead.

It's a new one, a present.

I know how upset Mrs Creswick was
about poor Oswald, so...

That's very kind of you.

It wasn't any trouble.

You really are a treasure, Dot.
I don't know what I'd do without you.

Nor I without you, Miss.

I just heard the end
of that broadcast.

What do you think you're doing,
Miss Fisher?

Hazel! Hazel, if you'll just
let me explain.

I asked Miss Fisher
to step in for us.

In that case,
I suppose I should thank you.

Not at all.

You can be so determined
to carry on sometimes, my love.

Are you sure you don't want me
to shell the peas, Mr Butler?

No, no, I enjoy podding peas.
It's very satisfying.

And Miss Fisher relies on you for
a lot more than her evening meal.

We all help where we can
under this roof,

but you are her right-hand woman
at all hours of the day and night.

Yes, I try to be her Girl Friday.

But that wouldn't be possible
if I lived anywhere else, would it?

Not something I even want
to consider, Dorothy.

We need the radio.
We've got a date with a horserace.

Well, you can't just take over
the wireless whenever you please.

It's a job, Dottie. Look.

Miss Fisher asked us to keep
an eye on this horse - Glory Girl.

We told her she's a joke.
That nag ran last all season.

Alright, then, one race,

but I warn you, Miss Fisher
has company - constabulary company.

This guy is actually there, Dottie.
He's at the track.

Up some bloody tree, I bet,

so the newspapers don't lynch him
for stealing their thunder.

Lining up for race
six in the Rowlands.

Second on the outside is my tip
for a win - No.4, Bedazzler.

I thought Glory Girl
was supposed to be his favourite.

Last on the outside is No.14,
Glory Girl. It's a wet track here.

She hardly rated a mention.

I feel like I'm at the bookie's
circle at Flemington. Turn it down.

You're lucky we haven't got a bet on.

..foaled on 7th July 1926,
and she is still going strong.

Just get on with it!
Ssh!

7th July 1926.

Who told Hazel Creswick
I should diversify into singing?

I'm not sure, but it certainly is
a wonderful suggestion.

I'm glad my feeble undercover
attempt provides you with amusement.

I look for joy in all the dark places
Archie.

So, someone is paying Clarence Ball
large amounts of cash,

and Dodger looks like
the go-between.

He seemed quite at home
letting himself into the station,

but odd that he only offered up one
tip in all those races.

Perhaps 'Glory Girl'

is an instruction
for the next act of sabotage.

'Glory Girl' could be
Hazel Creswick.

No!

She won.

That bloody useless nag
won by four lengths.

Hello, Bert (!)

Miss Fisher. Inspector.

Albert.

Glory Girl won that race.
Definitely a genuine tip.

Not that that Clarence bloke
mentioned it on the radio.

Not even close!

More interested in his Hall Of Fame
mystery horse.

Maybe it was a real tip.

And the money has more to do with
the racetrack than sabotage.

Louisa may have stumbled on it
and paid the price.

I'll have Hugh haul both of them in.

So, Dodger,
your real name is John Lockhart.

Any relation to Neddy Lockhart,

notorious racehorse trainer
and standover man?

He's my uncle. So what?

Glory Girl,
a horse you circled in the newspaper,

came in for a win
at 20-1 in race six today.

Perhaps we should talk
to your Uncle Ned about that.

He's got nothing to do with it.
I just keep my ear to the ground.

If you don't want us
to pay him a visit,

tell us everything you know about
Clarence Ball and his involvement.

I pass tips on to Clarry,
he puts them on the air.

He's got some special code.
Punters pay to get hold of it.

That's it!

Mr Ball, we're very interested in
your daily Hall Of Fame segment.

Please, call me Clarry.

No, thank you.

Now, your mystery horse today,
what was the clue, Constable?

'Foaled 7th July 1926.'

Seventh letter of the alphabet, G,

then the seventh month, another G -
1926.

Race six, Glory Girl.

Very clever.

You're running a book?
No.

Dodger sells my code to the punters
from the newsstand,

I then broadcast the tip
before the race.

If punters want to put money on,
that's their business,

and if Dodger pays me cash every
night, that's his business.

You met up with Dodger last night?
No.

He wasn't there at the usual time.
He paid me today.

What time do you usually meet?

After the show, around seven.

Last night I flashed the lights
to signal him to come up,

but he didn't make it,
so I gave up on him and went home.

A witness told us you sold
a cinnamon bun to Miss Singleton.

What time was that?

About quarter past six.

What did you do after?
Not much.

Tidied up, locked the stall,
walked home.

What about your nightly meetings
with Clarence Ball?

I'd spent the takings.
I put some bets on.

I didn't have it to give to him,
so I put him off.

Did you go anywhere near
the radio station later that night?

No.

I'll leave him to you, Constable.

Archibald Jones is taking me
out on the town for the evening.

Have you seen her injuries?
No.

I've been too busy announcing
missing sheep

and the price of apples.

But you do it so well, Archie.

The Coroner's report suggests
strangulation as the cause of death.

Have you seen these notes
on the stomach contents?

'Newspaper. Shreds found
in the victim's mouth as well.'

Page 5, to be precise.

Our newspaper seller is looking
more and more interesting.

Or Louisa had strange dietary habits.

Clarence said she often worked late
and bought something to eat.

Except this is no ordinary fork. Look

Could have been caught in a drawer.

It's too even.

This fork has been
especially modified.

For what?

We'll have to return to the studio
to find out.

Remind me to bring you
on my next break-in. You're useful.

Thank you.

Sorry. I was just trying
to steady you.

Steady me anytime, Inspector.

This looks hopeful.

More racing tips?

Nothing in the sports pages.

Stop, stop. There's a page missing.

Page 5, to be precise.

Louisa obviously had this well hidden
for a reason.

Whoever she confronted with it...

Made her eat her words.

Quick, Jack!

Lost him.

Look, same as the empty pack I found
at the crime scene yesterday.

Look at the lid.
Dodger.

I saw him with the same pack
at the newsstand.

Looks like he's our arsonist.

A week of tips like this
from that dodgy character,

think how many beers
that's going to buy us.

Forget the beer. We'll be rich
enough to buy the whole ruddy pub.

How do you like that?
Customers could be waiting.

What are you two doing here?

Buying a paper. No law against that.

Where's Lockhart?
Who?

John Lockhart.
People call him Dodger.

Never heard of him.

Oi, he's in here!

There were black fingerprints
all over the site of the fire -

the door, the bin. It's newsprint.

Confirmed as John 'Dodger' Lockhart.

Looks like you found your saboteur.

You can finally
blow your cover, Archie.

But who murdered Dodger?

And why?
If there's another killer at large,

perhaps Dodger didn't kill Louisa.

I suspect he was there that night
at the radio station.

I agree. You said Dodger knew Louisa
was heading back to the radio station

If he waited to check
the coast was clear

before his meeting with Clarence,

he could have witnessed a murder
rather than committed one.

And now he's paid the price.

And this...

..belongs to Hazel Creswick.

I recognise it from yesterday.

She may not be as helpless
as she seems.

I still doubt she's capable
of either murder all on her own.

Perhaps both the Creswicks conspired.

Almost time for my finale.

I'll meet you at the radio station.

There's plenty of good fishing
available right across the bay.

Now for Victoria's weather.

A low system will deepen over the
Bight waters this morning, then...

..ah, move north of the state
and weaken.

Now for some modern music from...

..Beethoven.

Archie, what are you doing?
You didn't finish the weather.

Consider this my resignation.

Did I leave my water? I came up...

Archie.

You're a policeman.

Detective Inspector, in fact.
It's not Archie, it's Jack Robinson.

They passed me over as newsreader
for a bloody cop!

Now, Mr and Mrs Creswick, I must ask
you to accompany me to the station

to answer questions about
the death of John Lockhart,

otherwise known as Dodger.

I already told you it's mine.
I wondered where I'd lost it.

How do you explain it being found
inside the newsstand?

I have no idea, but I usually take
one off when I answer the telephone.

Ask anyone.

Ask Jimmy. He'll tell you
where I was last night.

Collins?

Collins!

Bring Mr Creswick through.

He doesn't believe me.

It's alright, my love.

We were home all evening.

We ran through our lines for the
next day, ate dinner, went to bed.

Anyone could have picked up
Hazel's earring.

Why would the murderer try and
implicate your wife?

How should I know?

You're the fancy detective
who's been spying on us.

If you can't work out what's
going on, what hope have we got?

Excuse me, sir.

Information has just come through
that you might like to hear.

Mr Creswick, if you'd like
to wait outside with your wife.

I don't know how I'm going to
get through the show today, Jimmy.

We'll manage, my darling.
We always do.

You haven't abandoned us too,
have you, Miss Fisher?

You will still play Guinevere today?
I wouldn't miss it for the world.

The Coroner telephoned to confirm

the latest victim was strangled with
heavy wire, possibly piano wire.

Clarence broke a piano wire
at the station yesterday.

How do you explain the earring?

An attempt to frame Hazel?

There was no love lost
between her and Clarence.

Perhaps we'll know more
when we find our missing page 5.

Check with Archives, Collins.

Oh, Dot. Good.

I came as fast as I could.
What did you need me to do?

I'm due on air.

I need you to take more evidence
to the police station for Hugh

while I recount my Tuscan escapades.

Poor Oswald II.

Mrs Creswick will be devastated.

Yes. One dead goldfish is unfortunate
but two points to foul play.

Miss Fisher would like
the police laboratory

to test the water and Oswald.

For what?

She thinks someone might have
put something in his water.

The man at the pet store told me
to clean his bowl out, but I forgot.

Aw, Dottie. It's not your fault.

It's not that, Hugh.

Stay here.
I'll get a jar to test the water.

I'll be back.
It's not about the fish.

It's about us.

I didn't think what it would mean.

What?

Marriage, a wedding.

I want to be with you, Hugh, I do,

but I want to work
for Miss Fisher too.

Well, that wouldn't be right,
you working,

not when you're Mrs Hugh Collins.

I know.

Dottie, what are you doing?

I don't know what I want.

What is this?

No!

Dottie, wait. Dottie!

What's going on, Collins?

Ah...

..we've had another murder, sir.

I meant, Miss Williams.

I always thought, sir,
that when Dottie and I set a date,

assuming she agreed,
she'd stop working for Miss Fisher

and make a home for us both.

I thought she'd be happy to.

But now it seems that she
doesn't want to stop working,

and she's not happy.

What you're experiencing, Collins,

is the paradox
of pursuing a modern woman.

Dottie's a modern woman?

She's been living with one for
a while. It's bound to rub off.

At first, Valerio was lovely,

but then he locked me in a dungeon
under his Tuscan castle.

Fortunately,
I managed to persuade the guard

to smuggle me out
through a secret passage.

Oh, my. How brave our daughter is.
Don't you agree, Ursula?

I wouldn't say brave.
Plucky, maybe. Resourceful.

It wasn't a very secure dungeon,

and I'm not sure that I should tell
you everything about the guard.

Guinevere,
we are truly relieved to have you...

Well, my dear, we are very grateful

to have you home again,
safe and sound.

Perhaps a cup of tea to celebrate.

And...

..a song!

Why didn't you tell me
you were so ill?

I'm not, Jimmy. It's just nerves.

Thank you, Miss Fisher.
I'll take her home.

The doctor can see her there.

No, please. I don't need a doctor.
I need to finish the broadcast.

No, you don't. Come on.

Did you hear the broadcast, Dot?

The Polkinghorns came to
another abrupt ending today.

Yes, Miss.

What on earth is the matter?

Hugh proposed.

He wants to announce it
so we can set a date.

That's wonderful news.

No, it's not.

If I marry Hugh, I won't be able
to work for you anymore.

Oh, Dot.

I won't go on investigations
with you

and take notes and improve my typing

and go motoring with you
in the Hispano.

Dot. You hate motoring with me.

Yes, but I love everything else,
and all that will end

because... that's the way
Hugh sees it,

and that's the way things are
for married women, Miss.

That doesn't mean
that's the way things have to stay.

Special delivery -
Louisa's last meal.

Thank you, Jack.

I think I'm going to miss
Archie Jones.

Did you choose that name yourself?
It did suit your gold tie.

Just look at page 5.

Births. Bereavements.
A lost Pomeranian in Elwood.

What made this page so special
to Louisa?

Collins suggested Miss Williams
might have more luck.

Really? I'll give it to her
immediately.

Dot has been rather upset lately.

Hugh hasn't spoken to you, has he?

He did seek my advice, yes.

And what did you tell him?

That, I believe,
is confidential police information.

Like this.

Cause of death of two goldfish -
thallium. It's found in rat poison.

Odourless, colourless
and dissolves in water.

Hazel drinks a great deal of water.
Thallium also causes hair loss.

It would have to be a low dose
for the victim to lose their hair,

otherwise they just die.

So Hazel is being poisoned,
slowly and carefully?

The poisoner's poison.

Miss!

Miss, I found it! I found the clue.

It can't just be a coincidence.
From the beginning, Dot.

Public Notices, In Memoriam. Here.

'Redpath, Guinevere. 1895 - 1925.

Sadly missed.
Tragically killed in Perth.

Fondly remembered
for her Twilight Melodies broadcast.

Justice will prevail.'

Guinevere was the name Louisa used
in The Polkinghorns.

Louisa lived in Perth for a year.

She could have known this Guinevere.
But why would she hide this notice?

Mrs Creswick. Come in.
Thank you.

Hazel, you're not well.

Please will you fill in again
for me, Miss Fisher?

I'm not up to it, as you can see.

Come into the parlour.

Make sure she stays here.

I'll have Hugh hunt up the file
on Guinevere Redpath.

I'm happy to help you out again,
Hazel,

but only if you let me take you
to hospital as soon as I'm done.

I'm not sure you realise
how ill you are.

No. I'm alright.

I have to be.

I'm moving to start my new job
next week.

That ticket to Sydney,
it wasn't Louisa's, it was yours.

The new National
Broadcasting Service,

they're gathering presenters

from all around the country,
and they want me.

That's quite an honour.
Congratulations.

But I couldn't leave 3JH
in the lurch,

so I was training Louisa
to take over.

She booked the ticket for me.

Hazel, have you ever heard of
a Guinevere Redpath from Perth?

Or Twilight Melodies?
It's a radio show.

No, but you could look
in our archives.

Louisa was in charge
of cataloguing them.

Dot, look after Hazel. I'm due on air

A Mrs Guinevere Redpath, soprano
on Radio 6KB's Twilight Melodies.

Discovered dead in her bed at
27 Kent Street, Cottesloe, aged 30.

Police inquiry?
Inconclusive, sir.

They were never able to interview
her husband of five years,

a Mr Harry Redpath,
a wireless technician.

Harry Redpath
could have killed his wife,

caught a train to Melbourne,
changed his name.

You think he's
Louisa Singleton's killer, sir?

And Hazel Creswick's poisoner.

Why haven't you told Mr Creswick
about the job opportunity?

It's such exciting news.

Miss Williams, have you ever
loved a man so much

you'd sacrifice your freedom?

Jimmy taught me everything I know
about radio.

He made me and he adores me,

but he won't let me do anything
on my own.

He won't let me have any money,
he won't let me drive

or go anywhere without him.

I feel like I'm suffocating.

Could you play this next?
Special request.

Do I get one in return?

Save your breath, Clarry.
Your charms are lost on me.

Liar.

And now, a very special treat.

A taste of the past -
Twilight Melodies.

Good evening, music lovers.

Welcome to Twilight Melodies
with Harry and Gwinny Redpath.

Jimmy!

Where is my wife, Miss Fisher?

I have no idea.

She'd better be here soon.

Perhaps the poison slowed her down.

Louisa found you out,
didn't she, Harry?

Remembered your voice
from her time in Perth.

And then Guinevere's memorial notice
jogged her memory.

She put Guinevere's name into
the script to see how you'd react

and ordered that old recording
just to make sure.

You're not going anywhere
until Hazel gets here.

I want her now.
Why,

so you can kill her
like you killed your first wife?

Be quiet.
You're not going to shoot me.

What would be the point in that?

I'm calling the police.

You left your wife at home
with her headache

before you went to the awards night.

Sir, Dot's on the telephone.
Miss Fisher's in trouble.

You came back here to the studio
to poison her again

but Louisa caught you in the act.

It's you.

You dragged her body outside.

Clarence couldn't hear any of it.

Then you continued on to the awards
night as if nothing had happened,

and poor old Dodger saw it all.

You realised he witnessed the murder,
so you killed him too.

You're not moving
until Hazel walks through that door.

She defied me, and if I can't
have her, no-one will.

I will kill her.

And I'll kill you too, Miss Fisher.

What have you done?

You'll get the same as Louisa.

Miss Fisher?

Hope you enjoyed the show, Jack.

Constable, get him up.

Harry Redpath, you're under arrest

for the murders
of Guinevere Redpath,

Louisa Singleton and John Lockhart.

And the attempted murder
of Hazel Creswick.

You took your time.

Might want to put this back on?

But how will we solve everything?

It's a paradox, Dottie -
a problem that takes time to solve,

time for me
to understand the modern woman.

So you're happy for
a long engagement, then?

I'm happy.

Me too.

I would like to propose a toast.

You too, Mr Butler. I insist.

To two of the dearest people I know.

To Dot, my Rock of Gibraltar,
my strong right hand.

And, of course, to Hugh,

that purveyor of quiet yet
irresistible constabulary charm.

To Dot and Hugh.

Dot and Hugh.

Mr B.

So, Archie,
looks like it's back to your old life

Don't stop because of me.

* We're all alone, no chaperone

* Can get our number

* The world's in slumber

* Let's misbehave

* There's something wild about you,
child

* That's so contagious

* Let's be outrageous

* Let's misbehave

* You know my heart is true

* And you say you for me care

* Somebody's sure to tell

* But what the heck do we care?

* They say that bears have
love affairs and even camels

* We're merely mammals

* Let's misbehave

* We're merely mammals

* Let's misbehave. *